The previous summer . . .
School's out for the summer!
The lyrics to that old song kept bouncing around in his head. It seemed the ditty found new life every year, much to the annoyance of many. Regardless, he was thrilled that school was out—for him, forever. At least, high school. Senior year had been dreadful. It had been hard—he was not the studious type, although he managed to make acceptable grades. But what was even worse were the people. There weren't many fellow classmates that he particularly liked or got along with. He had a few friends, but most of the kids at this well-to-do school were snobs. They came from rich families and thought everyone owed them.
Joseph came from a rich family also, but he hadn't always been wealthy. Not until his mother remarried. His stepfather Richard, was a decent man, treated his mother well—way better than his natural father. He'd had no use for that man. Joseph and his stepsister got along well enough. Fortunately, she lived with her mother and he only had to put up with her on occasional weekends, holidays and in the last year, hardly at all because she was away in her first year of college.
And that's what Joseph had to look forward to—more school! Although, from the little he heard from Jackie, college didn't seem to be as bad as high school. The big problem with it might be that he would be attending the same university as his stepsister. But she said the likelihood of them seeing each other was slim.
So, there was that on the horizon preceded by a long boring summer. So much to look forward to, he thought wryly. Yippee!
* * *
As she made her way home from college for the summer, Jackie wasn't quite ready to think of the summer as long and boring—although it would be very interesting. She lived with her mother; however, her stepfather had been transferred across country and he and her mother were in the process of moving, so Jackie was going to have to stay with her natural father and his wife and her son, Joseph, for most of the summer. She had nothing against her father; in fact, she loved him very much. She got along with her stepmother, but she hadn't really spent enough time with the woman to form any kind of serious relationship. Likewise, except for the occasional weekends, holidays and a couple of weeks each summer, her stepbrother was not someone she was particularly close with. They got along with each other and that was about all she could say of their relationship.
At least her father was well off and owned a large, luxurious home, so she would be very comfortable. Beyond that, well, it was going to be . . .
very interesting.
It was late May with daytime temperatures rising, so Jackie dressed comfortably in fairly short gym shorts and a tank top, not thinking that she had been told Joseph would be home to let her in the house as the parents would be at work. She still wasn't sure why her stepmother, Cheryl, worked. Jackie's dad certainly made enough money that she didn't need to. Apparently, the woman just had a great job she didn't want to give up.
Evidently, no one had bothered to tell Joseph she was coming and to let her in, if the lecherous stare he gave her when he opened the door was any clue.
"Are you going to just stand there or are you going to let me in?"
A big smile appeared on his face. "You want to come in?" he asked as though he had just won the lottery.
"No one told you I was coming?"
"Who are you?" Joseph asked, dumbfounded.
"Uh, Jackie. Your
step
sister." She pushed passed him and walked into the foyer.
"Oh, wow! Oh, Jackie, I didn't recognize you. You look different. You changed your hair. Wow, you look great!"
She supposed he was correct about her shorter hair, but she didn't think she had changed it so much as to make her unrecognizable. "So, no one told you I was coming?"
"Noooo. What's going on?"
Okay, so maybe it wasn't entirely his fault. As she calmed down a bit she noticed that he had changed also; almost as though he had grown up. He was a little more muscular and . . . she couldn't believe she was thinking this about her stepbrother . . . handsome. "I'm going to be spending most of the summer here. My stepfather was transferred across country and—"
"Oh, yeah," Joseph said, realization taking hold. "Now, I remember hearing something about that. No one reminded me you were coming today. I'm sorry. I didn't—"
"Don't worry about it, Joseph. If you weren't told, it wasn't your fault."
"You need help unloading?"
"Sure, that would be nice."
As he followed her out to the car, he thought that maybe the summer wouldn't be so boring after all; particularly since Jackie really did fill out and tone up. She looked fantastic.
Jackie could feel her stepbrother's eyes all over her, undoubtedly mentally undressing her. But she knew she did look much better than the last time he saw her, and at least he wasn't making lewd remarks like so many guys on campus.
Joseph juggled the boxes he carried so he could look at her legs as she walked ahead of him up the stairs to the bedroom she typically used when she stayed here. She had great legs, and when they reached her bedroom, he couldn't help but ask, "You really do look great, Jackie. You been working out?"
"Thanks, Joseph. It's a big campus. You walk pretty much everywhere and you do a lot of it." She gave him another glance. "Speaking of working out, you're looking good yourself."
"We lift weights in P.E. Guess I took it a little more seriously than others."
"Well, it shows," she offered with a warm smile.
"Thanks." He returned the smile.
And they had a moment.
Jackie spent the remainder of the afternoon unpacking and getting situated. Joseph offered to help, less because he wanted to be useful and more because he wanted to feast his eyes. She allowed him to assist knowing he was ogling over her, but there was something about him that she didn't seem to mind.
When it seemed there was nothing else to do and no excuse to hang around her room, he excused himself to go to his own bedroom, closed the door, sprawled out on his bed, unzipped his pants, pushed them down far enough to expose the massive hard-on he had from watching his stepsister, and beat his cock unmercifully.
Relaxing herself, Jackie heard someone enter the house downstairs, and she thought she detected the sound of high heels on the tile floor of the kitchen. Assuming it was Cheryl, she figured she should go down to greet her. Along the way, she tapped on Joseph's door. "Your mom is home." The door hadn't been shut tight, and her knock caused it to open a fraction of an inch; however, it was enough for her to see what her stepbrother was doing. Regardless of what she might surmise to be his stimulus, including the possibility that it might be her, she glimpsed the respectable tool his hand was sliding up and down. It nearly took her breath away. Not wanting him to catch her, she quickly moved on as he said he'd been down in a minute. It was an image that would remain indelible in her mind.
Cheryl came to greet Jackie as she came down the stairs. The younger woman noticed that her stepmother also looked good in a wraparound, free-flowing dress. On the ground floor, they hugged.
"College life agrees with you, Jackie," Cheryl complimented. "You look great."
"Thanks. Big campus, lots of walking," she explained, shortening her explanation. "What about you? You're looking fit also."
"We're trying to eat better. Your dad works so hard and he doesn't get enough exercise, so I at least try to see he eats properly."
"Well, good for you. It shows."
"I'm really looking forward to you staying with us," Cheryl said honestly. "I want to get to know you better. I don't feel as though we've had that opportunity with the weekends here and there you've spent with us."
