Twenty years. That is how long I managed to stay away from home before heeding the call to return. It was not long enough, but my mom was sick and asked me to come home for a week. I told her I could stay for the weekend, maybe more, but we would have to see.
The old house still looked good. Frank, my step-father, still took care of that at least. I stood in the immaculate lawn and stared up at the bedroom windows on the second floor. One was mine and the other my step-sister’s. We spent a lot of time sitting on the roof outside those windows. It was our refuge when we were younger and our habit before we went to college.
Carmen and I were close growing up, probably too close, but it was hard growing up with parents that cared more about each other than they did their kids. We figured that we were reminders of their first marriages and that was not something they wanted to be reminded of. We helped each other out and survived until we could escape. I went east and she went west. We emailed and called at first, but college has a way of breaking relationships and we were not immune.
I took a deep breath and walked across the lawn. The smell of fresh cookies wafted out from the house as I approached the door. The smell might be normal in a lot of houses, but not in ours. Mom hated cooking almost as much as she hated my father, and there was a lot of hate there.
I knocked on the door and braced myself.
The door opened and a little old woman stood there. She was hunched over, using a cane to help her stand, and staring at me through a pair of Coke bottle thick glasses. The faded yellow apron she wore covered a pale blue blouse and a pair of high waisted jeans.
“Hi, mom,” I said and the light of recognition entered her eyes.
“Stevie! You came back,” she shouted and spread her arms out expectantly.
“Steven. I go by Steven,” I said as I stepped up and gave her an awkward hug.
“Whatever you say, Stevie. Oops. I mean Steven,” she said as she squeezed me around the midsection. She stepped aside and waved her hand into the house. “Come on in. Dinner won’t be for a while yet, but I could fix you a snack.”
“That’s alright, mom, but I will have a beer,” I said. “Does Frank still keep them in the basement?”
“Yes, dear,” mother said as she went back to cutting up some carrots.
I opened the creaking basement door and descended the too narrow steps into the dark embrace of Frank’s private lair. As kids we were not allowed downstairs. It was where Frank went to escape. Carmen and I spent hours speculating on what he did down there, so I’ll admit I was tempted to take a look around.
I flipped on the light switch and a single, uncovered light bulb hanging from the ceiling flickered to life. Bright light filled the center fo the room, but dispersed as it spread away from the source. A musty old lazy boy sat beneath the light with a flat screen television mounted on the opposite wall. Stacks of magazines took up most of floor surrounding the chair and beyond. Some of the stacks stood four feet tall while others were only as high as my knee. Thin avenues of egress were allowed that allowed one to navigate the room until you stood in front of the chair.
“I didn’t know you were a hoarder, Frank,” I muttered as I pulled a magazine from the top of a nearby stack. Cheri. Club. Penthouse. Hustler. Each magazine a different adult magazine. Thousands of them organized and stacked by title and date. I put them all back where I found them and backed away from the stacks. I grabbed an ale from the refrigerator, turned the light off, and headed upstairs.
“Did you get lost?” my mother asked without looking up from her cooking.
“No, I…” The words trailed off. If she knew, she didn’t seem to care, and if she did not then I was not going to be the one to open that can of worms. I was only staying for the weekend. I was not going to entangle myself in their marriage. “No, mom, just not hurrying.”
“Well why don’t you head upstairs and take a little nap before dinner,” she said.
I should have said no. I should have offered to help. I didn’t. “Sounds like a good idea.”
The furnishings in the house were similar, but different; updated versions of the furniture I grew up with. I climbed the stairs and stood outside my room. The same Keep Out sign hung from my door as if twenty years had not passed since I last closed the door..
I opened the door and smiled. The room looked exactly as I left it. Old posters of my hair metal heroes hung from the walls. My bed was still covered in the ugly black and orange comforter my mother bought me for my fifteenth birthday. The closet and dresser drawers were empty and there were only a couple of books still on the shelves. I sat down on the foot of my bed and took a deep breath. I did not miss my old home, but sitting on my bed filled me with nostalgia.
“I cannot believe it.”
I looked up at the sound of a woman’s voice. A tall, voluptuous brunette stood in the doorway with her hands on her hips. A pale blue cardigan covered a white rank top that barely managed to hold her breasts in check. Skin tight faded blue jeans and a pair of blue pumps completed the look.
“I didn’t think you’d actually come back,” she said.
“Carmen? Holy shit.” I jumped up from the bed and hugged her tight.
“Hi, Steven,” she whispered. Her lips were near my ear and the feel of her breath upon my neck sent a shiver down my spine.
I reluctantly released her and took a step back. “Look at you,” I said as I looked her up and down.
“I finally grew out of my awkward stage, huh?” She did a little twirl in front of me and her boobs shifted about inside the tank, threatening to spill out.
“I would say so.” My eyes lingered on her cleavage a little too long. I looked back to her smiling face and asked,”so how have you been? What have you been up to?”
“Not much lately. I had a nasty breakup about a year ago and I finally got over it last month,” she said as she walked past me and sat on my bed.
“Oh man. I’m sorry,” I said as I sat down beside her. “You want me to kick his ass? “
Carmen laughed and put her hand on my thigh. “That’s sweet, but no. She’s a Karate instructor. She would be doing the ass kicking.” She laughed again and I laughed with her.
“She, eh?” I cocked an eyebrow.
“Yup. I’m a switch hitter now,” she said. “College was very…educational.”
“I would say so.”
“How about you? Is there a misses Steven waiting out east? Any little Stevens?” She turned toward me until her knees were touching mine and I was staring down at her tits.
“Nope. I got close once, but graduation killed it,” I said. “After that it has been nothing but meaningless sex.”
“My third favorite kind of sex,” she said as her hand slid up my leg and between my thighs.
I swallowed and licked my lips. “And what are the other two?” I asked as I put my hands on her leg.
Carmen leaned over and whispered, “Number two is angry sex, but my favorite is sex in public. The risk of getting caught sends me through the roof.” Her hand slid further up my leg until it was resting on my cock. “I blame you for that.”
I put my hands on the back of her head and pulled her toward me. Our lips locked and parted to allow our tongues to explore each other. The old desires came flooding back and threatened to drown us both.
Carmen pulled back and stood up. “I thought you might like a peek,” she said before hooking her thumbs under the straps of her tank top and pulling them down. Her tits bounced before my eyes. The silver dollar sized areolas were topped with erect nipples and I could not look away.
I grabbed Carmen by the waist and pulled her to me. I buried my face between her tits as she pressed them together. Breathing in the scent of her sweat and perfume aroused me more in those few seconds than most of my lovers managed in hours.
Carmen reached for my belt as I kissed and fondled her breasts. By the time my lips found the first of her nipples she had the buckle undone. The button and zipper followed soon after. Carmen grabbed the waist of my pants and boxers, and pulled them down around my ankles. She knelt before me and grabbed my cock in one hand.
“I thought I would welcome you home the the same way I said goodbye,” she said before taking my cock into her mouth. While she was skilled as a teenager, Carmen’s ability to suck cock elevated to a whole new level in the intervening years. I entered her throat as she fondled my balls. The last time she sucked me off she could barely take in half my length.
I was in seventh heaven and looking forward to the impending orgasm when the sound of footsteps climbing the stairs made it past the slurping sounds escaping from my half-sister’s lips. I knew Carmen hears it to by the way she picked up her pace. The steps came closer. They were in the hall and coming closer when I shot my load down Carmen’s throat.
I stood and pulled up my pants as I turned my back to the door. Carmen pulled her tank top back up and stood. She wiped some cUm from her chin and turned toward the door. “God, you’re such an ass,” she said as she stomped out of the room past my mother.
“What did you do?” Mother asked as she watched Carmen walk into her room across the hall and shut the door.
“Hell if I know,” I said as I turned around. “I guess some things never change.”
“You two never have gotten along, but I thought growing up might have changed that,” she said as she put her hands on her hips. She looked at me and sighed. “I won’t be here forever, Stevie. After me she is the closest thing you’ll have to family.”
“Just try to play nice. For me.”
“I will. Maybe I’ll take her to dinner before I go home,” I said.
“That would be nice,” she said. “Dinner will be ready in twenty minutes. Go bury the hatchet and tell Carmen.”
“All right,” I said. She grabbed my forearm and squeezed before turning and walking back down stairs.
I breathed a sigh of relief and stepped into the hall. I waited and listened until I heard mother working in the kitchen. I lightly rapped on Carmen’s door. “All clear,” I said quietly.
I opened the door and stood in the entry admiring the view. Her pants lay crumpled on the floor beside her shoes and panties. The tank top and cardigan remained in place and highlighted the nakedness of her bottom half. I stepped into the room and shut the door behind me.
“Did she buy it?” Carmen asked as I approached.
“As always. She thinks we’re still bickering. She even asked me to make up to you and try to get along,” I said as I stopped before her. I was close enough to smell my cum on her breath and the arousal between her legs.
“I think that sounds like a great idea,” she whispered.
“Yes.” I reached between her legs and my fingers slipped past her wet outer lips and thrust into her waiting pussy. Carmen bit her lip and moaned. I pulled her close to me and held her body against mine as I slid my fingers in and out of her cunt. Each thrust was nearly enough to lift her off the floor. She wrapped her arm around my neck and kissed me as I finger fucked her in front of her childhood bed. Our mouths mashed together and our tongues fought between our lips. The was no tenderness, only lust and animal lust driving us forward.
Carmen broke our kiss as she bent her head back and gasped. Her pussy throbbed around my fingers, but I did not relent. “You’ve missed this,” I growled. “I can feel it.” Each thrust was met with a grunt and a new flow of cum. “Tell me,” I demanded as I thrust in deep and lifted her so that only her toes touched the ground.
“Yes. God yes I have missed this,” she said as she looked straight into my eyes. “I have ached for this day for decades.”
“Whose are you?” I asked.
“Yours, Steven. Always yours.”
I lowered her back to the ground and removed my fingers from her pussy. I kissed her again, gently, tenderly, pouring my soul into it until I had given her everything.
I broke the kiss and stepped back. Carmen stood on legs that refused to stand firm. She put a hand on her bed to steady herself before opening her eyes. “Thank you,” she whispered.
“No need. I would do anything for you,” I said as I reached out and ran my fingers through her hair.
The sound of a door slamming downstairs shattered the moment. I turned my head toward her door and glared. “Frank,” I said.
“Sounds like he is in a good mood,” Carmen said as she turned and opened the suitcase on her bed.
“How can you tell?”
“I can’t hear him swearing,” she said. “Why don’t you head downstairs and get he unpleasantries out of the way while I get cleaned up and dressed for dinner.”
A long exhale escaped from between my lips as I donned the mental armor it would take for an evening with my step-father, and said, “Fine, but don’t get too cleaned up.” I looked at her legs and the rivulets of quickly drying cum on the inside of her thighs.
She turned and smiled at me. “I’ll do you one better.” She bent over, picked up her panties, and tossed them to me. “Keep those close and give them a sniff if you start to miss me.”
I held the little black lace panties up to my face and inhaled deeply. The smell of her sex made my cock ache with anticipation. I smiled back and walked out of her room.