The way the movement of the car made her breasts jiggle was turning Reggie on. They had pulled off the highway onto a bumpy street lined with construction vehicles and orange cones and barrels and signs reflecting from the city lights and the headlights.
His dad Mikus was cursing at all the bumps as he drove the car. From the passenger side, Alice touched her new husband’s lap to calm him. Reggie was thanking God for every inch of razed pavement. Every chance he could he’d look over to his nearly eighteen-year-old stepsister Melissa next to him. Another bump. Another jump. And those little tits would shake back into place. He chuckled at that.
It wasn’t just her breasts turning him on. It was only five o’clock, and it was dark as they drove back from an event at Melissa’s school, St. Patrick High, where Reggie had recently enrolled. But he could see still the white of her bare legs, emerging from the plaid skirt, down to her socks and sneakers. And her bangs covering her forehead. Her dark hair in two braids with silk ribbons tied at the ends. Her glasses.
He’d had sexier girls. He was a stud in his old high school, back in Michigan where he lived with his parents before the divorce. The girls loved him over there. Not so much here, after a few missteps with some other seniors and their girlfriends at his new high school. But he remembered the trashy girls back home in their slutty outfits. And their hot MILF mothers.
Melissa was so studious and straight arrow, at least on the surface. He liked that. He liked her even more when he learned a few intimate details about her.
When her hand was on the seat, he put his hand near hers. He inched his hand closer. He touched her hand with his pinky. Then he covered her hand with his, ran his fingers between hers, held it firmly. She didn’t stop him.
It was a game they had been playing more and more since the wedding a month ago. Dad and his new “Mom” were so lovey-dovey. Reggie figured he’d get lovey-dovey with his new sister, too. Footsie during lunch. Sitting too close while watching TV. Extended hugs with wandering hands until she’d admonish him in that pipsqueak voice. Not to mention the “accidental” bedroom walk-ins.
By the time they got home, her hand was on top of his. And his was on her lap.
“Any homework?” his stepmom Alice asked them as they walked into their house in northern Illinois.
“Math,” Melissa said with a groan.
“You got issues with it?” said Mikus. He pointed to Reggie. “Reggie’s really good with that stuff.” He looked over to his son. “Aren’t you? Always tutoring. Helping people. Algebra. Trig. Calculus. It’s all a numbers game for him.”
Reggie shrugged.
“You can help your sister,” Mikus continued.
Alice shook her head. “That’s not necessary…”
“No, really,” her new husband insisted. “What’s he doing? Watching TV and playing games and chatting with girlfriends from back home?” He gave Reggie a tap on the shoulder. “Tutor her, okay?”
Reggie nodded and looked at Melissa, who shuffled her feet and looked down.
“Yeah, I can do that,” Reggie said.
Alice sighed and headed to the kitchen. “Okay. Dinner in an hour, all right?”
“But I’m hungry now,” Reggie said to her, liking how her baggy white dress pants couldn’t hide her ass.
“Learn to wait,” she said without looking back.
Mikus motioned for his son to come to him. “This is good. Help your sister out, and that’ll go a long way to making us all more comfortable with one another, right?”
“Yeah, yeah,” Reggie said.
“And be nice to Alice.”
“I’m not?”
“Be nicer,” Mikus said. “Dinner,” he said, looking at his watch. “We gotta finish dinner. Mango-sauce chicken breasts with salad, okay?”
“Yum.”
Mikus hurried over to join Alice in the kitchen. Reggie watched him grabbing an apron and putting it on while singing an old Frank Sinatra-type song to her.
“Ozzie and Harriet over here,” he muttered as he headed over to Melissa’s room.
She had changed into her grey leggings and a cropped white T-shirt. She was fixing her bed, which was still messy from the morning. She didn’t see him come in. He went to the other side of the bed and grabbed the other ends of the blanket. She stopped for a moment before they continued fixing the bed, her biting her lip, him staring at her with a knowing smile.
While she arranged the pillows, he sidled up to her and put an arm around her waist.
“Reggie,” she said, urgently looking at her door.
“They’re in the kitchen,” he reassured her.
“I don’t care,” she said, going back to her pillows, which were already arranged.
He pulled her closer.
“Reggie,” she said again, her voice getting pipsqueak again.
“You want to do it here or somewhere else?” he asked. “My room or yours?”
“You’re sick!”
“I meant to study,” he said, tickling her a little. “You’re the one who’s sick.”
“Oh, I’m sorry,” she said. She tried to turn to go back to her little desk in the corner of her room, but Reggie still had his arm around her. She ended up facing him, with her hand on his chest. “Excuse me,” she tried to say, but he didn’t move, just smiling into her bespectacled brown eyes. “Reggie,” she said, not looking at him, feeling his arm pull her even closer to him.
She managed to squirm free just as his lips were closing in on hers.
“I’m going to the living room,” she announced, gathering books and a notebook.
“Why? You feel safer in a public place?”
She gave him a funny look before standing by the door.
“What? You don’t trust me in your room?”
“Not anymore,” she said, waiting.
“Afraid I’ll read your diary again?”
“Out.”
“All that stuff about sex and how you wish two guys would—”
“Out!” she said quickly.
“Or that daddy stuff?”
“You’re this close to being stabbed, I swear to God,” she said, more seriously.
Reggie walked out of the room, letting his hand brush past her on his way.
Alice checked on them a half-hour later. She was doubting Reggie was good with math until he reminded her of his grades and awards. She left them alone but seemed reluctant. She went upstairs while Mikus was still in the kitchen on a business phone call.
Melissa was at the table in the small, makeshift library Mikus had set up. Reggie was sitting next to her. He had just checked some of her answers and helped her make corrections. While she was looking over the other questions, he was staring at her rosy cheeks.
“What about this one,” she was about to ask when she noticed him staring at her. She stared back, her mouth slightly agape.
He liked the strand of black hair on the side of her face. She had undone the braids. The cute ribbons were gone. Her hair down made her look sexier. He reached up and tucked the strand behind her ear. He kept that hand on her neck. That other hand was moving, too. Right to her lap.
“Which one?” he asked without looking down.
“The… the… the one… this one…” she tried to say, tapping her notebook with the pencil. She had escaped his almost-kiss before. She could feel him getting closer again. And that hand was on her inner thigh now. “Reg—Reggie,” she was trying to say.
“Mm?” he asked, his head cocking to the side, reaching into her space, closer to her face, getting into position for a kiss.
Her hands were still planted on the table, her pencil in one hand.
She closed her eyes, waiting to feel his lips.
Instead, she got a wet and rude tongue, licking her lips and her cheek, lapping up the side of her face, while that mischievous hand dug into her thighs. Just when she tried to say something, the tongue slid into her mouth. Reggie was holding a handful of her hair. Her head was pulled back. Reggie was practically standing up, towering over her, his hand sliding up to her breasts.
He suddenly sat down and faced forward. She didn’t know why at first. She took a second to recover. Then she saw her stepdad walk into the living room.
“He’s good, isn’t he?” Mikus asked.
She looked up and smiled and nodded while wiping her chin. “Yes,” she said.
“I need peppers,” Mikus said, more to himself. “I can’t do this without peppers. I’ll be back in a second.”
“Okay, dad,” Reggie said.
Just when he left, Reggie turned back to her. Melissa banged on his chest with her little fist. “Asshole,” she said to him.
“Your hair being down, I don’t know. Brought out the beast in me.”
She wiped the side of her face.
“Let’s get back to this,” he said.
She nodded and grabbed her pencil again. He scooted closer to her, already staring at her face again.
“Wait,” she said. “Get back to what exactly?”
“This.”
She jumped as his hand slid right down her thigh between her legs. Before she could react to that, he was running his fingers through her hair again and pulling on it a little. Before she could say a word, his lips were on hers again. Before she could kiss back, his tongue pried her lips open. All she could do was let him in.
She held his hand while it rubbed her between her squirming legs. She broke free to get some air but jerked to the side when she felt his tongue in her ear. He took her hand and placed in between his own legs. He made her rub his bulging pants.
“Feel that?” he said.
She nodded, breathing loud.
“Want that?”
She stared at her book and bit her lip.
“Say you want it,” he said, matter-of-factly.
She shook her head.
“No, you don’t want it or no, you can’t say it?”
She stared at him for a moment before looking away again.
“Or you want two guys?”
She suddenly moved in her seat, uncomfortable, with an angry sigh. “You should’ve never read that,” she said with an embarrassed laugh.
He laughed and kissed her cheek. “It’s a normal fantasy,” he said. “But you don’t even know what one guy is like.”