Chapter 4: Welcome Home

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On Monday afternoon, Jimmy slid into the car for Erica’s first time driving them both home from school. He was ... agitated.

The kind of agitated that made it hard to take his eyes off her. The way she dressed made it even harder. Yes, it was the same uniform as everyone else, but ... her white blouse had enough buttons popped open that he could see the edge of her low-cut bra, her skirt was as short as the rules allowed and showing so much smooth, soft thigh. It just wasn’t fair.

Erica knew he was looking. He couldn’t possibly hide it. But she just smiled at him, a little flush across her own cheeks, and got the car moving.

“The girls’ first full day back, huh?” she asked, making conversation.

He nodded. Lydia and Stacey had just come back from their weekend camping trip. “Y-Yeah. They arrived late yesterday — though I already did, um, catch up with them last night.” He didn’t mean to brag, to kiss and tell, but the girls did a lot more than kiss and a lot more than tell.

At a stop light, Erica gave him a cheeky, sidelong smile. “Oh really? You seem pretty tense for someone who caught up with both his girlfriends just last night.”

He fumed and tore his eyes off his sister’s cleavage. “That was last night. And today...” He bit his lip. She’d told him to tell. “Today, just before we left, Lydia just, um. Teased.” He so vividly remembered her mouth, working him with the skills she’d been learning from Stacey — but stopping short. “She said she wanted to ... s-send me home with an appetite.”

“What a coincidence.” Erica was practically singing. “You might have noticed Stacey undid half my shirt and hiked up my skirt before we said goodbye.”

“Y-Yeah, it’s kind of hard not to notice.” His eyes dragged themselves back down. Her breasts were just so full, so soft. And that bra lifted them so nicely, making them so round, making them stand out even more above her slender waist...

Erica bit her lip in concentration as she parked at home, then let out a breath of relief. They’d arrived. “You know, I can’t say for sure, I’m no mind-reader.” She folded her arms, just right to lift her chest even more. “But if I had to guess, I’d say your girlfriends approve of me.”

Jimmy whined and squeezed his eyes shut. It was the only way to keep from ogling her. “But now we’re home, and...” Yes, he’d told his girlfriends. But their parents would definitely not approve and could not find out. It was hard enough to keep hidden when they were the only ones awake in the house, but in broad daylight...

“Oh, did you forget?” She took her time undoing her seatbelt. She liked the way it squeezed her chest — or at least, how that squeezing made Jimmy look at her. “Dad’s at the office today and Mom’s out having coffee with Aunt Denise.” She brushed her fingertips, ever so lightly, across Jimmy’s chin. “We have the house all to ourselves.”

He stared at her, stunned, as she left the car. Her meaning, her implication, trickled into his hormone-addled mind. After almost a minute, he burst out and followed her.

Not in the driveway. Their neighbours couldn’t find out, either. But once the front door was closed behind them, he pinned her back against the living room wall and kissed her like he was trying to bruise her mouth.