Chris Walker was nervous, his best college buddy, Kyle Lancaster had invited him to spend Spring Break with the Lancaster Family. His own parents were backpacking in Europe on their second honeymoon and Chris hated being alone in his house so he had taken the invite.
One look at the Lancaster homestead and he relaxed a little. It was wide, spacious, and had a meticulously manicured lawn. It was an inviting sort of place. Kyle had boasted about a pool and Jacuzzi, a fully stocked bar, a poor table, a big screen TV and hot neighbor girls. But even so he couldn't shake the nervousness, he'd never lived with anyone, despite hating to be left alone; he didn't even have a roommate at the University. A good part of him was excited and a little part was sad. This was his freshman year and he missed his parents, hometown and friends. He signed, oh well, Kyle was an awesome guy and he'd always have the summer to hang back home.
Kyle slapped him on the back and started up the front walk, "That drive was a bitch!" he exclaimed running a hand through his sandy hair and adjusting the duffle bag on his shoulder.
"You slept three fourths of the way." Chris explained. Kyle sent him his most charming smile Chris just shook his head. "I hope we don't wake anybody up." Chris said looking at his watch it was almost 12:30.
"Nah! My sister is probably waiting up for me, my stepmom too. Dad is doubtlessly still at work, his hours are nuts." They had reached the dark wood front door and Kyle slipped his key in the lock and swung open the massive thing. He called out and pair of sequels were lunched into the air.
"Kyle's home, Kyle's here!" The chandelier overhead flickered on and two figures came into view before Chris and Kyle.
The first woman was tall, a few inches shy of his 6'3" frame; she had curly blonde hair that just touched the shoulders of her satiny blue robe. Which only came down to her knees, had wide sleeves and a dangerously low neckline. She wore it well for somebody he suspected in to be their early forties, stepmother for sure.
"You must be Christopher," she said. "I'm Trisha, Kyle's stepmom." They shook hands and exchanged nice-to-meet-you's .
"Thank you for having me here on such short notice, it was very kind of you."
"Oh dear, its my pleasure really." And to Chris' surprise she gave him a hug. Her warm hair tickled his cheek and he could feel her hard nipples though the thin fabric. His chest constricted. He felt terrible for being turned on and stepped back, giving her a shy smile. She returned a seductive one.
"Chris! This is my sister Nadia, Nadia this is my buddy Chris."
Chris turned his attention to the second figure, another woman. Woman? Chris had seen a picture of Kyle's little sister Nadia, bouncing black curls and a sun burnt nose. The girl in the picture could not have been older then 7 or8. This Nadia could have been twenty! She was small, only about 5'5" but she was luscious. Her straight dark hair, nearly black fell past her shoulders, right under a pair of full breasts, that were tantalizingly on display in a dark purple, spaghetti strap nightgown that had lace trim. It brushed mid-thigh and Chris gulped trying not to stare at her toned thighs and calves.
"Hi" she breathed, sooty lashes fluttering around the darkest blue eyes he's ever seen. Darker then sapphire, a cobalt blue. His groin tightened.
"Hey." He responded. She smiled, an angelic smile that made his heart lurch. He wanted to kill Kyle for not telling him, his sister wasn't 8 she was 18 and the most incredibly sexy thing he'd ever seen!
By the time Chris was tucked into the guestroom bed he was totally hot. He had to strip to his boxer briefs and turn on the rooms small swivel fan. Tried as he might he could not get Nadia's smile and body out of his head. Down the hall he heard Kyle snoring loudly. He knew Trisha had gone to bed right after introductions and he felt bad they'd kept her up. If only he could get to sleep. But he knew that was impossible. For not only was his room situated right across from Nadia's she was still awake and toddling around in the bathroom. He could hear her every move. He heard the click of the light being shut off, the pad of her footsteps and the creak of the floorboards as she appeared in the crack of his door.
"Are you still up?" she asked softly.
He swallowed hard and forced out "Yeah." It sounded like a squeak. She opened the door a little bit more and stood framed in moonlight at the entrance, hazy blue silhouetted every perfect curve.
Her hair had been pulled up and she threaded it though her fingers as she spoke, "We're glad to have you." She said, but Chris was transfixed at the sight of her bare shoulders and collarbone, OH! What he wouldn't give to nibble and lick and-, "ummm sleep well." she finished and was gone leaving the door slightly open.
