LILY & Her Football Player Brother CH 02
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
Trisha poured a coffee and shoved the cup across the table. We were having breakfast on the deck. "We need to take advantage of the nice weather. Seems like summer never lasts long."
"Yes, too bad. I bet it's beautiful here in the snow." The landscape was established and surrounded by stately oaks and thick lush pine trees.
"It is! I love Christmas. I'm so glad you'll be here with is for it. Make it that much more special."
"I really appreciate you guys--"
"Here you are!" Stevie boomed. "I smelled the coffee trail. Good choice breakfast out here, hon."
"Yeah, just told Lily that summer doesn't last long around here."
Stevie went through the pile of mail he brought out while Trisha told what they light for Christmas.
"Hey Lil, you need to go back and get your things at the old man's house don't you?"
"Yeah, guess I should. Hadn't thought about it."
"I have a reunion coming up. You can come with me and we can get your things, all in one trip."
"Sounds good. Let me know the details and I'll put it on my calendar."
I began choosing classes and getting signed up at the university. I had to think about clothing. I had an odd assortment of evening gowns and casual summer clothes, but nothing in between. I will save that for a day Trisha can go. She has a better eye and more patience for shopping than I do, I thought laughing to myself.
I spent most nights in Stevie's room, but kept everything in my bedroom, for appearance's sake. Although she never comes to this wing of the house. So far, other than looking at the dresses Rod chose, that seems to be true.
I had golf lessons three times a week. On opposite days I would go to the range. I was finding I loved golf and couldn't wait until I could get out and play. Maybe a woman's league there. Trisha was active at the country club with various women's clubs and tennis. She played year-round since they had indoor courts. I had only known Stevie to get out golfing a couple of times since I'd been here.
There was not much to pack for the trip home since I had left plenty of clothes. I planned on quickly going through them before bringing them here. I was most nervous about Dad and Stevie. Even though he made it to the pros, Dad always wanted him to go out and find a job after high school, not caring Stevie got football scholarships.
We got to the house first, wanting to get it all over with. Stevie and Dad were cordial, so I went to my room to get started, but it was full of boxes. Dad had boxed all my stuff up. I frowned, not happy that he did that, but I knew I could not make a big deal about it or Stevie would get angry at him.
"It's all boxed up? Everything?" Stevie said coming into the room.
"Yeah yeah, conveniently. How do we get it all back?"
Stevie flipped through screens on his phone and made a call. "They'll pick it all up this afternoon and it will be at the house tomorrow morning."
Stevie made excuses about his reunion thing and Dad did not seem to want us to stay, so we left.
"I'm glad I had you," I sniffed.
He took my hand. "Sorry baby. I didn't think he would be that unpleasant." We drove for a bit. "Hey, let's ride around and see the old hood?!"
It was not long before we put the experience with Dad behind us with all the reminiscing. Steve was around in my childhood, so he remembered playground stuff with me. Now he is ten years older than my eighteen because I was an oops baby. He was more of a father figure growing up.
With a population of less than two hundred thousand, it was a relatively small city, but even so, it was amazing to sit down in a restaurant and have Stevie immediately be recognized. He draws attention because of his size. He is also the only pro player to come out of our town.
Lunch was interrupted several times by those wanting to talk and get autographs. I could tell he was just as amazed at the attention.
When we got back in the car he said, "I never thought anyone would remember me. You're going to have to make sure when I go out in public here I don't have spinach in my teeth or my dick isn't hanging out."
I laughed. "You goof!"
"Hey, you know what has been a long time?"
"What?"
"Since I was inside you."
I laughed. "Then you should remedy that ASAP."
Stevie had made reservations at a new hotel that was on the outskirts of town, in an up-and-coming area.
The elevator was a smooth quick ride to the top floor. The one-bedroom suite was more luxurious than I thought we would ever see around here.
I walked into the bathroom, which only held a shower, a dressing area, and the most exquisite soaking tub ever. I ran the water, poured in the scent and bubbles, and tossed my clothes out, piece by piece.
"I don't know what's going on in there, but I like what I'm seeing out here."
By the time he walked in, I was up to my neck in spicy scented bubbles with candles flickering around the edge.
"I'm lonely."
"Will I fit?"
I laughed. "You will," I assured him. "C'mon in."
I stood up, water and bubbles sliding down my body. He stepped in behind me and lowered himself into the water. Once he was situated, I sunk back into the warm water and on his lap.
"Mmmm baby, I think you need one of these." I leaned back on his chest and his hands were immediately bouncing my tits in the water. "I love your water wings," he growled in my ear.
"No, you're not going to remodel my bathroom just to put one of these in."
"Well no of course not. Don't be a silly girl. I'd also add a big shower with the latest jets and steam, and a bidet. Every woman should have a bidet in their life."
I giggled. "You're so weird."
His hand slid between my legs, his fingers playing on my clit, getting the water to swirl. "I am, am I?"
"Mmmm, you know that drives me crazy when you do that in the water," I whimpered, squirming. "Oh god, don't stop."
"Yeah baby, cum for me."
I couldn't do much in the position we were in, but I could reach behind me and fondle his balls and get the water swirling. He moaned and rocked up. I danced his balls on my fingertips and I heard the hiss of his breath.
"You know your ball play drives me crazy. No one has ever done that to me."
Somehow I twisted my body and flipped so I faced him. I kept floating and he held my ass down which kept my head above the water. He was buoyant enough in the water that he floated a bit off the bottom.
"You like this too don't you," I growled, and began stroking his cock. "The action of the water... my soft hands on your big hard cock... cupping your fat balls." His head fell back and his lips parted.
I began stroking the perineum, from his ass to his balls, and he jerked and rocked up. I continued to stroke that area and slowly stroked the length of his shaft.
