The trip to the mall turned out to be a nice distraction for Holly, it gave her something to do instead of just mope around the house. Besides, her mother would certainly have found at least half a dozen jobs for her to do if she didn't go. Although it was really too crowded for Amie and Holly to do any shopping, all they really wanted to do was hang out all afternoon.
Holly got home in time for dinner which turned out to be a kind of grab what you can type of deal since everyone was so busy with Christmas decorations, wrapping presents and getting ready for Ricky to get back. She just grabbed some yogurt and diet soda and headed to her room. She returned later to clean up the dishes, otherwise it was an uneventful night. Well uneventful except for Holly checking and rechecking her vantage point for peeking in on Ricky tomorrow.
She actually went as far as positioning her chair, peeking into the dark room and slipping her hand down into her panties to see whether she would be comfortable touching herself while watching him. As she slid her fingers through her pubic hair and over her slit, she realized that for a short session the chair was fine, but depending how long Ricky was going to take, she needed more padding. After about half an hour trying out different pillows and blankets, she had everything worked out.
The next day she decided not to go to the airport with her parents when they went to bring Ricky home. She was worried that if she acted too anxious about him getting home her mom might thing something was strange. Instead she feigned indifference and was instructed to vacuum the living room for her efforts.
Holly didn't really mind, it would give her something to do to help pass the time until she could take advantage of the vantage point she created in her room. She pulled out the vacuum and took her time, actually doing a pretty good job. In fact, since she had the vacuum out anyway she went ahead and vacuumed the rest of the first floor. Afterwards she put the vacuum away and then slipped back into her room to check out her vantage point one last time.
Her parents arrived home with Ricky about an hour late. Indifference or no, Holly met them in the driveway and after listening to her mom explain the confusion with the late flight she finally looked at her brother and said, "Hi."
Ricky looked over and said, "Hey Holly."
That was it, the extent of their conversation except for a few grunted, "Hey give me a hand with this," or "Don't peek in the bag, I'm not finished wrapping." After the car was completely unloaded Holly headed back to her room. It was odd, she felt a bit strange around her brother now, almost like she did at school talking to a guy she was interested in. A strange nervousness ran over her, her stomach seemed to quiver inside when she saw him and she seemed to continued catching herself looking at his ass and crotch, petrified someone would notice every glace she took.
While in her room, she would go to her vantage point and peek into Ricky's room again and again, but most of the time the room was empty or if he was in there he was too busy unpacking his stuff, or on the phone, or playing on his game system. Holly was ready, hot and ready to do something she would never have considered before, but Ricky just wasn't cooperating. Didn't Amie say they did it all the time?
Dinner was uneventful and afterward while cleaning up the dishes she watched Ricky pull on his jacket and go out into the damp cold. "Why doesn't he have any jobs to do?" she asked her mom, who was wrapping up some of the leftovers.
"He just got back today, let him have a rest."
"A rest? What about me, I've been going to school six or seven hours a day, every day. He goes to class for maybe three hours a day and then plays around the rest of the time."
"He studies, besides it's different at college."
"Yeah, no chores to do."
"Look, now that he's back I'm sure your father will get him doing something around here. You can bet dad's not gonna be mowing the yard this weekend."
"Oh whatever," Holly replied, putting the detergent into the dishwasher, closing the door and starting it up. She finished up in the kitchen and headed up to her room. Quickly grabbing her nightshirt she rushed into the shower, determined to be finished before Ricky got back from wherever he went.
After about fifteen minutes she headed back into her room, surprising herself at how quickly she finished everything. She went into her room, locked the door and rushed over to her vantage point. Ricky's room was dark. Moving over to her desk, she picked up one of her school books and began to study.
Distracted as she was, Holly really didn't get much studying done, but she fiddled around for about 45 minutes when she heard what sounded like Ricky tromping up the stairs. Sure enough she heard him call out to their parents that he was home just before she heard his door close. Holly paused a few minutes and then slipped over to the chair by the door and bent down to the keyhole.
Damn! There was something in the way, completely blocking her view into the room. Sitting upright she thought for a moment, then peeked through the keyhole again. His jacket! He had tossed his jacket onto the shelves, completely blocking her view. Standing up she grabbed her robe, unlocked her door and slipped through her door. Moments later she found herself knocking on the brother's door completely without any plan for clearing her view.
