Former pro football player and older brother to a gorgeous sister that's ten years younger. Now that they're adults, they're taking it to the limit. There's only one problem...
As always, I write real. I don't write fairy tales and the characters don't always walk off into the sunset hand in hand. For the rest of you that like the twists and turns, stick around! As always, comments, private emails are welcome and answered as I have time. Also I love your * love * at the end of the story. xo
LILY & Her Football Player Brother CH 01
"Of course you can stay with us! Get your butt here as soon as you can," my brother blasted over the phone, his voice as big as his body.
"Thanks, Steve! You're sure Trisha is okay with it though?"
"She loves you!"
"Okay then, I'll let you know when I get my flight out."
I made all the arrangements, talked to my sister-in-law who was indeed excited I was coming, and, and went to pack a few things.
The flight to Columbus was only three hours which gave me time to remember the fun I had with my brother. I was an oops baby and he was ten years older than my eighteen, so he was nearly a father figure. My Dad was gone working long hours, and I always suspected relaxed with a woman of the week. My Mom, who is gone now, could be brutal, so in some ways I understood, but when he was gone from her, he was also gone from us. Stevie was more responsible for me than my Dad ever was.
On my last round of visiting universities and I had saved Columbus for last. My brother was a defensive linesman, always was big and burly from when we were kids. He now special orders dress shirts to wear at the auto dealership he owns in Dublin, where they live.
Trisha was waiting for me with a big smile when I rolled my bag out. "I'm so glad you're here," she said warmly, giving me a hug. "I think of you as my sister too, you know!"
"You've been in the family so long I think you are my sister!"
"Steve is still at the dealership so I thought we'd stop for lunch?"
"Yes! I bet I know where we're going! Sausage!"
She laughed. "I knew you liked the German Village as well."
We talked nonstop. I did not realize how much I missed her and began to feel the warm peace we feel when we are with family. I couldn't wait to see my brother. His nature and size always made me feel protected.
The gates slowly opened as we pulled up. Already stunned at the grandeur, I was having a difficult time taking it all in.
"Wow, Trisha," I said in awe.
"You like?"
"Are you joking? Do you have GPS for that house so I don't get lost?"
She laughed. "Your brother loved it because the rooms are spacious. I think he finally feels he can move freely and not have to be worried about fitting through doors or knocking something down."
I nodded. "I remember that. We don't realize the plight of large people in a normal world."
I caught a glimpse of the golf course through the trees, a premier Dublin tournament course in the country, and right in their backyard. The landscaping was summer lush. She pulled into the three-car garage alongside an exotic sports car and empty space for whatever Steve drove.
The mudroom, between the garage and kitchen, was as large as my bedroom at home. I walked into the kitchen and my act of cool and no-big-deal attitude went straight into the dumper when I saw the kitchen.
"Oh. My. God!" I said, my mouth literally hanging open.
"It's great isn't it?" she exclaimed. "Even though it's just the two of us, I love cooking here." She smoothed her hand over the stone island. "We entertain a lot so this, or even the house, does not go unused."
The laundry room slash pantry was conveniently off the kitchen. Trisha said the second floor had its own laundry and pantry, but that one had a small drink refrigerator and microwave for late-night snacks. Guest rooms also included a small refrigerator.
"Okay, let me take you to your room so you can get settled in."
We went up a grand staircase to the second floor that overlooked the living room on three sides. Two floors high huge stacked windows brought the daylight into the cozy living area and polished stone floors.
"This is so beautiful, Trisha. I'm so happy for you guys!"
"Thank you, honey. We have five bedrooms for you to pick from, but I thought you might like this one."
She opened the door to what I would consider a master-size room, which made me wonder about the real master bedroom. The outer wall was a series of french doors that opened to a balcony, which allowed me a view of the golf course on the vista, and the swimming pool, hot tub, and deck below.
"You can put your clothes in here." She opened the door to a bedroom size walk-in closet with a makeup counter in front of the windows.
I nodded. At a loss for words that weren't drooling compliments. I was sure there were more jaw-dropping things to come, but for now, my head was exploding.
"I'll put my clothes away and maybe grab a nap. I had to get up early for the flight and I'm feeling a little drowsy. Especially after that sandwich! I love those things!"
I looked at the remote that Trisha handed me and found the curtain button which quickly darkened the room. The soft cotton sheets felt good on my skin and I dozed off.
A tap at the door woke me up. "Come in!" I said, my voice gravelly while I looked for my phone on the nightstand to see what time it was.
"C'mon lazybones," my brother said in his quiet voice, which I appreciated. "I left the dealership early to spend some time with my little sis!"
"Stevie!" He sat on the edge of the bed and we hugged, not wanting to let each other go. "I've missed you."
"Mmmm missed you too honey," he whispered in my ear. "Since when did you grow into these?" He rubbed his chest on my tits.
I laughed and punched him on the arm. I pulled the sheet back up, but not before he got a good look.
I patted his belly, still firm without an ounce of fat, but I still had to say, "Since when did you grow into this?"
He boomed laughter, pushed me back on the bed, and had my wrists pinned above my head before I knew it. All through my life I never really stood a chance with him. He would only let me get away with stuff when he wanted to.
I saw him looking and realized the sheet slipped again and my breasts were totally exposed to him.
"Damn, you have grown up little sister," he growled low. "If you weren't my sister...." He looked down and dropped his head a bit. "Mmm mmm, mmm."
He let go of my wrists and I pulled the sheet up. "Not like you haven't seen them before, Stevie."
"No, but not bare and certainly not this size... What are they anyhow?"
"Thirty-eight D. You're depraved."
"I've seen them, a million years ago, much smaller and you were never naked besides." His eyes raked down my body. The soft cotton sheet had settled on all the curves and valleys of my body so he could probably revealed more than it hid.
"You are perverted," I laughed. "Should I check for cams in my shower I wonder?"
"No, but that's a damn good idea," he said, still checking me out.
"Get out of here and let me get dressed!" I said, shoving at him, although I may as well be trying to move a house.
