There was only one car in the driveway when Jake's classmate dropped him off at home on a Thursday afternoon. That was normal. Jake's dad worked his own hours as a massage therapist and his step-mom would be at the restaurant she managed. She usually worked late this close to the weekend. He assumed his step-sister, Ginny, would still be at cheer-leading practice.
It had been a strange transition from only child with a single parent to having a sister that was almost his same age. Ginny had turned eighteen three months after he had the year their parents were married. Now they were both living at home and attending the local junior college. Jake considered Ginny a good friend but struggled with the private knowledge that he found Ginny physically attractive and that she was the star of his dirtiest fantasies. That afternoon Jake was only concerned that his father's midlife crisis red mustang was sitting in the driveway. They had argued recently when Jake was caught skipping class. That afternoon's class had been canceled by the professor -- Jake had even taken a picture of the sign on the door with his phone as proof if needed -- but overall he preferred to just avoid a discussion with his father that day.
With skills honed over years of teenage rebellion, Jake silently opened the front door and crept into the foyer. The door closed behind him with a whisper. The absence of ambient television noise told Jake that his father was not in the living room. That was lucky because the front door and foyer were visible from the living room and a confrontation would have been inevitable. That left either the master bedroom or the kitchen as the most likely hiding places. Neither of those rooms had a clear view of the stairs Jake needed to traverse to reach the safety of his own room on the second floor. Jake was feeling lucky as he released a quiet sigh of relief. He had lunged toward the stairway off the foyer when an unexpected sound stopped him in his tracks...
The tantalizing sound of a young woman giggling. Jake knew at once it belonged to his step-sister, Ginny.
"I always feel silly practicing in full uniform anyways," Ginny was saying, her words echoing into the foyer from the kitchen.
"I think I speak for most men when I say it's charming," said a man's voice. Jake had located his father. He knew that he could creep up the stairs undetected at this point. If his father was chatting up Ginny in her college cheer-leading uniform, it was safe to assume he was distracted. But Jake couldn't pull himself away from the opportunity to leer at his step-sister in her skimpy cheer-leading skirt.
Jake decided to take a small gamble and peek through the dining room off the foyer and into the kitchen where the voices originated. He crept over the hardwood floor in his sneakers without making a sound and peeked around the corner. His father stood with his back to the dining room but Jake got a full view of his step-sister in her cheer-leading uniform.
Ginny was average height at around 5'6" and her hair was light brown with golden highlights. That day her hair was in pigtails -- which was common on days when she had cheer-leading practice. The college cheerleaders were required to wear ponytails or pigtails while in uniform. The college colors of blue and gold were emblazoned across the tight fitting top that accentuated what Jake knew to be a large chest. The tiny blue pleated skirt barely came low enough to hide a pair of white bloomer panties Ginny was required to wear underneath. The skirt gave a delicious view of her long, smooth legs and hugged her small waist perfectly. Jake decided to enjoy the view for a moment as he listened to the banter between his father and step-sister.
"I'm still feeling a lot of tension in my shoulders since the accident last week," said Ginny, rubbing her right shoulder for effect.
Jake's father, a licensed massage therapist, was always quick to help. "Do you want me to take a look for you?"
"Would you? That would be so awesome," said Ginny, turning her back to Jake's father and unknowingly to Jake as well.
Jake watched as his father rubbed his hands together, a habit from his profession, and then placed them on his step-daughter's shoulders. Ginny's cheer-leading top was sleeveless and made of a thick canvas material. Jake's father ignored the material and began rubbing Ginny's shoulders. She immediately began to giggle and pull away.
"Hey! That tickles," she said, turning to flash an adorably coy smile at her step-father.
"I'm sorry, sweetie. I didn't want to start too firm and cause you any pain. I will try not to tickle you this time," her step-father answered in his patient professional tone.
Ginny turned back around with a whirl of pigtails and her step-father replaced his hands on her shoulders. He began to massage gently.
"Just relax," he said, his tone emotionless. "You're so tense."
"Sorry," she answered shyly. Jake could see that her body seemed to be trying to relax. Ginny stood still in front of her step-father allowing him to work his massage magic on her shoulders. Within a minute, Ginny gave a painful whimper.
"I'm sorry, do you feel that?" Jake's father asked again, pressing into the same spot on her right shoulder.
"Yes," she cried, trying to move away from his grip but finding herself held in place by his firm hands.
"I'm not surprised. You have quite a knot there! Do you mind if I try to work it out for you?"
"That would be wonderful. But please, be gentle," she pleaded, punctuating the sentence with a thickly lashed look backward at her step-father. Jake was jealous that his father was the recipient of that look. Jake had always thought Ginny had the most beautiful dark brown eyes. Jake always melted when she looked at him through her thick, dark lashes.
