The Fixer-Upper (closed)

Tommy's words made me squirm and ehen he reached out and touched my hand. I couldn't believe the traitorous feelings my body was feeling. There was something about dancing with him, being held by him, it felt right. Made my body feel right. I hadn't felt like that in a long time. It was wiping away some of the horror left behind by my abuse and I found myself craving more.

"I'll be sure to let her know," I joked. I let our hands touch for a moment more before I pulled away from him with a sigh and got out of the car.

When we got back into the house I told Tommy I was going to get ready for bed, went into the bathroom, and when I came out shortly after I wrnt to my room to finish up putting together my bed frame. Tommy ahd already made good progress, so there wasn't much left to go.
 
As soon as I got into the house, I unbuttoned the wet shirt and peeled it off. The fruity, boozy beverage had left a bit of stickiness on my back. I gathered up my own pajamas while she cleaned herself up for bed, opting tonight for little more than a pair of gym shorts to sleep in.

When she got out of the bathroom, I hopped in for a quick shower, washing the bar and frustration away. Well, maybe not the frustration. Again, I pondered jerking off in the shower, but in the interest of getting out more quickly, opted not to. Sleeping with her was nice and all, but it would be good to have my own room, and bed, soon. I came out and tossed my dirty clothes in our dirty clothes pile. “We’re gonna need to get a washer and dryer. Think Mom and Dad will spring for it? Or will they make us go down to the laundromat?” I asked as I joined her, sitting down next to her on the floor to help with final assembly of the bedframe.
 
I looked up from mt construction efforts when Tommy walked in and was momentarily floored by the sight of his bare chest. It took me a few moments to answer; my mind filled with fuzz at the view before me.

"Uh, yeah, sure," I said. Then I waved my hand dismissively, "I would class that as part of the normal set up cost. Plus, going to the laundromat, over time, will be more expensive anyway. Don't tell me you're running out of clothes already?" I teased.
 
I chuckled. “Nope, still got plenty of clothes. Just a random thought.” With the extra set of hands, we quickly finished the mattress frame, and then we set the mattress on the frame and tossed the pillows and sheet on top.

Our day had really caught up with us, and we both quickly fell onto the bed, exhaustion hitting us. I lay there looking around at her room.

“So is it starting to feel like Home yet?” I asked her.
 
Thankfully the bed was quick work (though it was hard to work with Tommy's chest kn open display like that). When we were done, Tommy and I flopped onto the bed and I sighed in contentment.

"It's weird, it kinda is feeling like home already. I know we've only been here one night,but... I feel like I could have been here all year." I rolled onto my side, propping my head up on my hand as my eyes tripped up over his body to his face. "How about you? Missing your old room? Or is this place starting to grow on you too?"
 
I turned over and lay opposite my step sister, looking at her. Our eyes locked. I smirked a bit.

“The scenery sure is a lot nicer here,” I said to her, almost brazenly, hoping she would understand from my look that I meant her.

“Yeah, I could definitely get used to this.”
 
My cheeks flushed with delight. He said he enjoyed the scenery but he was looking at me. I tried and failed to push my growing sense of excitement out of my mind as I smiled.

"Good night Tommy," I said, edging up and planting a tentative but chaste kiss on his cheek before rolling to face away from him, unable to sort through the flurry of thoughts and emotions in my head.

I tired to sleep, I really did, but as the lights were off and the darkness shrouded us, my thoughts changed to match my surroundings. My eyes were shut but my mind was whirring as tender thoughts of Tommy warred with the terror of my abusers. My breathing didn't slow, it only became more ragged, and I knew it may be a long night.

"Tommy?" I called out softly into the darkness, I hoped I wasn't waking him. "C-could you hold me please. I-" I stopped, not quite knowing what to say to him. "Please?"
 
She turned away from me after a gentle little kiss goodnight, I turned off the lights and lay beside her, facing her. I very much wanted to reach out and touch her again.

I shut my eyes and tried to sleep. Listening to her breathe, I could tell something was amiss. She never fell to sleep, and so I was still awake when she quietly begged for me.

I obliged immediately, of course. It was only a matter of scooting over a few inches, to spoon her, one arm slipping under her head and neck, the other sliding up from her hip to cover her just below her pert breasts.

I felt those legs against mine, skin on skin, and her shoulders against my bare chest. My crotch against her butt. I nestled her in close to me.
 
God, his body behind mine. His warmth, his strength... I wondered how wrong it would be to call and cancel his bed delivery all together. Having him here with me, like this, it allowed me to be comfortable enough to fall off into a deep and dreamless sleep.
 
I felt her calm, almost immediately, and as she fell asleep, so was I able to. Our sleep was peaceful and short; the sun was just coming up, right through her window and onto our bodies, early.

I immediately realized that I was suffering from a terrible case of morning wood. A small groan escaped my lips as I suddenly felt a squeeze along my shaft, and realized that her body was moving back against mine.

That’s when I realized where my hand was: square on her chest, up her shirt, one of her pert, firm, precious tits squarely being felt up by yours truly.

And my hips were moving…
 
A lot of my dreams had been sexual lately. Dark, cloying things where I couldn't breath, I was held back, pinched, slapped, prodded and finger fucked.

This, it was different. I was warm, safe, the light behind my eyes was bright and the hand on my breast was firm, yet gentle. He rolled my nipple about with his thumb, palm squeezing my breast. I moaned, hips rocking back into a delightful hardness. It nestled between my arse cheeks and I tensed my muscles, giving it an encouraging squeeze ad my hips quested back, eager for more contact.

There was a guttural, enticing groan and my eyes fluttered open, my mind stuck in that moment between sleep and waking as I enjoyed the erotic contact.

Then...

"Fuck!" I gasped, pulling away from the body behind me, suddenly realising who it was. I sat ip, looking down at my step-brother with dazed eyes and a confused mind. "Tommy?"
 
My half-asleep sexual reverie was suddenly interrupted by a complete end of festivities, and I blinked hard as Naomi called my name, sitting up. I looked up at her. Her shirt was still up above her breasts, leaving her bare chest exposed.

And my shorts were sporting a rather impressive tent at the moment. “Naomi, what… what was that?” I stammered, my grogginess fading.

My dick hurt as blue balls settled in, as well as an extreme need to urinate. That was the worst.
 
When Tommy's eyes brushed over my breasts I looked down, yelping as I realised my top was completely up and everything was on full display. My cheeks went red in an instant and I looked into his eyes, pointedly avoiding looking at his morning wood. The same morning wood I had been grinding up against moments ago. I wondered how it had happened, who had been the first to push the boundaries, but we were both asleep and it was impossible to tell. I frowned, realising that Tommy was just as sleep addled as I had been

"I don't know. One minute I was asleep and dreaming and then... Then I wasn't..." I spluttered, breaking eye contact now and looking anywhere but at him.

I didn't know what else to say so I got up, desperate to escape the tense, awkward situation.

"Coffee..." I muttered, fleeing from the room and locking myself in the bathroom. I attended to my business, unable to shake the arousal and curiosity throughout my body. Then I went and tried to figure out the fancy coffee machine Tommy had brought int he day before.
 
I lay there after she walked out, dumbfounded, confused. Had all that really happened?

It had. And I had let it happen. And I hadn’t stopped it after I realized what was happening. Guilt dawned on me that I had, in essence, taken advantage of my step sister and our current, albeit temporary, sleeping arrangement. I had let her stroke my cock and grind herself on it, as I greedily felt her up. I wanted more of her in my hands.

Once a rapist… Always… the words floated through my head. I lay back down, and tried to breath steady in an effort to calm my raging member. It had calmed down enough by the time I heard her leave the bathroom that I could get up and use the facilities myself. I took a deep breath and went out to the kitchen, only to find her frazzled, struggling to figure out the coffee machine.

“Here, let me show you,” I said softly, coming up behind her and leaning over, grazing her shoulder a bit with my scruffy chin. We went through the motions, and coffee was soon brewing, filling the kitchen.

“Today I’m going to attack that gazebo in the backyard,” I said, popping some bread into the toaster, trying to calmly play things off as if what we had woken up to had really just been a dream…
 
It was lucky Tommy came out and helped when he did, I was getting so frustrated with the machine that I was about ready to throw jt out the damn window. He had come up behind me, body warm and tempting as he showed me what to do. I couldn't pay any attention to the instructions with him so close. His scent was intoxicating.

When the cover was ready we both acted like nothing had happened. He mentioned the outdoor work and I thought it was perfect. Nothing like a hard day of weeding and cleaning in the hot sun to douse the strange arousal I was feeling toward him.

Though I was wrong. Seeing him outside sweat glistening on his skin as he worked muscles flexing. It just confused me more. I shouldn't be attracted to him, shouldn't be thinking of him like that. I worked extra hard to purge myself of my desires.

After clearing the matted weeds on the gazebo we realised the wooden hatch on the floor beneath opened up to reveal a hot tub. It was dirty and dusty, but we excitedly cleaned it and filled it before we set ourselves to cleaning the pool. Unlike the pool which would take about a week to be ready, we could take a dip in the hot tub that night.
The groceries arrived in the late afternoon, just in time for me to excuse myself from the pool cleaning to accept it and get everything put away. After that I set about cooking for the first time in our new home. I called Tommy in when it was done. It was just a simple spaghetti bolognaise but it would be a nice change from all the take away.
 
I worked my ass off outside. The sun was hot, and breaks were few, but at the end of the day, as the sun started to get low, I heard my step sister call my name. Satisfied with the state of the hot tub and looking forward to enjoying it, with her, I headed inside.

I had been stealing furtive glances towards her all day. Every time she bent over or stretched upwards to reach for something, it seemed, I noticed out of my peripheral vision. My eyes would immediately seek out the amazing view of her perfect body, and my thoughts grew increasingly sexual as the day went on. A few times I even had to turn my back to where she was working, to hide my obvious arousal.

The smell I was greeted with when I came in through the back door was pure heaven, and my belly immediately rumbled with desire.

“Hot tub is definitely ready,” I said as we ate.
 
After the short break from Tommy, seeing him again all hot, dirty and sweaty, was like a physical blow. As I pushed aside the interest growing in the pit of my stomach I focused om enjoying dinner.

"I am looking forward to that," I said, unable to keep a mischievous glint from my eyes.
 
I smirked back at her, recognizing that look in her eye, only something was… Different. It was the look she gave me when she was up to something, and was intent on sucking me into it, like she had with Cruel Intentions.

“Me too,” I said. “So… We kinda gave Catherine and Sebastian a run for their money this morning, didn’t we?” I asked her, teasingly.
 
I choked on my food at his words. My words. Coming back to haunt me. I coughed a bit and then rushed to down some water, staving off my laughter.

"I guess so," I said once i'd recovered. I got up, stretching.

"Right, well, I don't know about you but I am going to hop I the shower and wash away some of this dirt before I jump into the hot tub. See you there?"

I washed my bowl up and had a very quick shower. With my towel wrapped around me I walked to my room, intending to get my bikini. Then, a wicked thought flashed through my mind and I stood. Forget the bikini. This was our house, and tonight the hot tub was clothing optional. Hot tubs were just like giant baths anyway,and who wore swimwear in a bath. Besides, it wasn't like Tommy hadn't already seen me naked. Part of me secretly relished the fact that I knew Tommy wouldn't mind seeing it again.

So I got a couple of nice dry towels and went out to the hot tub before Tommy,slipping into the water up to my neck and setting the bubbles on full. I sighed, well worked muscles relaxing against the massaging jets.
 
Once she got out of the shower, I got up from the table and headed in to clean myself up. I did a quick job of scrubbing and hopped out, running mentally through my stuff, still packed, hoping I had brought swimming trunks. I realized that I hadn’t packed any.

Boxers it is then, I decided, finding a pair in my luggage in my room. I peered out my window, and saw her in the tub already, soaking, just her head above the water.

I couldn’t wait any longer. I practically skipped out there. She was sitting opposite the steps, and the bubble were roiling. I stepped in, standing above her.

“Nice work today, Naomi,” I said with a smile as I took the next step, the water lapping at my thighs, starting to soak my boxers a bit.
 
I watched Tommy in his boxers, as he stepped into the tub. I tried not to watch as he slowly sunk in, the water soaking into his boxers and making them cling to his-

"Yes," I said, looking up at him with falsely bright smile. "You did too.. All that hard work. Lucky we have a tub to relax in. Better than that stinking lounge inside. We should replace that..."
 
“Oh, I’ve been planning that,” I said, finally sinking fully into the water across from her in the tub.

Our legs immediately found each other. A gentle brush at first as I told her about how I was going to completely tear the old plaster out and put in new drywall and paint and trim it out all nice.

I eyed her with a bit of a smirk from across the tub, noting for the first time the lack of any tie behind her neck or straps over her shoulder denoting the presence of a bikini, and I felt a now-familiar rush of blood to my loins.

This was exacerbated by the tub suddenly stopping creating all the bubbles, the water calming just enough for me to be able to see that she was, indeed, naked below the water.

“Uhh, more bubbles?” I asked her, almost sheepishly.
 
When the bubbles stoped I almost regretted that I had forgone my bikini. Almost. That is, until I noticed Tommy's face when he figured it out.

"Sure!" My voice was perky as I turned around, below water level, and slid up. The button for the bubbles was just far enough on the edge of the tub that I exposed all the way down to my hips to Tommy, the warm water trickling down my bare skin. I pressed the button and then slid back down the way I had gone up before turning to face him, my smile flirty yet sheepish as I shrugged.

"You brought up Catherine and Sebastian at dinner..." I said, shifting over so that I was seated on the seat perpinduclar to his, her naked thighs brushing his, the heat rushing to her head.
 
“I did,” I said, feeling my cock grow harder by the moment from the way she showed herself off to me, stretching across to turn the bubbles back on.

The heat was rushing to my head. I was so relaxed. Relief washed over me, but my cock remained hard. My arm snaked up towards her.

“There really should have been a hot tub scene in that movie,” I said, my hand sliding up her arm, to her shoulder. I could feel her muscles tense up. My hand slid up to the back of her neck.
 
"Yes," I agreed breathlessly as his skin slid over the back of my neck. I instinctively moved closer towards him, my lips parting even as I wondered what I was doing. "I always thought it a bit sad that Sebastian didn't get a happy ending..." I trailed off, eyes dipping down towards the water and then back up to his. We were close now, so damn close I could feel the heat of his breath on my lips.
 
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