"Get your feet off the table" My mother insisted, kicking my legs as she walked passed me, carrying a laundry basket on her hip.
"I'm reading! Chill!" I retorted.
"Well hurry up. You need to go move your stuff out of your brother's room before he gets back tonight."
"STEP brother. I'll get it done. He'll be here all summer. It's not like he's going to freak if some of my clothes are in the dresser." I grumbled
"Just do it. He needs a place to put his stuff while he's here, and that room is his, after all." She pushed the laundry basket down onto the table, knocking my feet down.
"I will geeze." I grabbed my books and headed up stairs. I walked down the hall to Ryan's room. I took it over when he went back to college this year. The room was bigger than mine, plenty of space for my clothes and shoes... I really didn't feel like moving all of my stuff back into my room...
I threw my books down on the floor and fell into Ryan's bed, burying my face in his comforter. I never bothered changing the blankets on his bed. They smelled like his cologne. I love that smell. I rolled over and looked around the room. Practically everything was still the way he left it. I mean, I had my stuff in his closet and his dresser... but all his stuff is still here. His trophies are on the shelf. His posters on the wall. I didn't even take down his pictures of all the blonde pinup girls...
"WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAKE up!" Thump Ryan landed on the bed beside me, bouncing me up as he hit the mattress. I guess I must have fallen asleep... I groaned and rubbed my eyes.
"Mmff.... What time is it?" I grumbled, rolling myself up in the blankets.
"Time to get your ass out of my room!" He laughed, pushing me off of the bed and onto the floor. He stood up over me, grabbed the corner of the blanket, and pulled. I held tightly to the comforter and kicked at his legs.
"It's freezing in here!" I yelled at him. "Just let me keep the damn blanket. I'll get out. Geeze." I stumbled to my feet, yanking the blanket back from his grasp and repositioning it around my shoulders. He smiled and threw a pillow at me.
"I want that back before you go to bed, you know." He warned.
"Whatever." I called back, dragging my feet as I left the room.
"Sarah, would you go let your brother know that dinner's ready?" My mother shouted from the kitchen. The smell of lasagna wafted from the kitchen. Ryan's favorite. I couldn't stand the way she always pandered to him. I swear... she married his dad, but with the way she pampered Ryan you would've thought she did it just to have a son.
"STEP brother!" I shouted back.
I can't blame her, really. Ryan is the kind of guy anyone would want to spoil. Always doing well in school. A motivated athlete. Big blue eyes. Sandy hair. Always well dressed. Pleasant... What was there not to like? Well, I guess there are some things not to like. He always gets with some of the stupidest girls. Last time he was home for the summer, he spent every night with this blonde bimbo named Jane who couldn't spell the word thesis, let alone write one. She totally didn't deserve him. I was so relieved when I overheard him telling my stepdad that they broke up over winter break. Apparently, she turned out to be a total slut. He caught the bitch fucking some guy at her dorm after some party.
I walked upstairs quietly, planning to sneak up on him and scare the shit out of him for rudely awaking me earlier. I glanced down the hall and saw his door was ajar. I silently tiptoed toward his room, peering through the hinged edge of the door.
Ryan was laying in bed on his side. Poor guy, must be exhausted from the drive home...damn his ass looks hot in those jeans. I figured I'd go back downstairs, may as well tell my mom he was sleeping so the rest of us can eat. As I turned to head down, I noticed the top drawer of Ryan's dresser was open.. I glanced down and saw a couple of my socks lying on the floor.
"Hhngffmm" I heard from his room. I peered back through the doorframe... Ryan was rolled over onto his back. Holy shit! I couldn't fucking believe it. His cock was sticking out the front of his unzipped jeans, his right hand wrapped around the base. Even from the doorway, I could see precum running down the bloodfilled tip of his prick. You have got to be kidding me. In his left hand, Ryan held a pair of my pink, silk panties to his face. I couldn't tell if he was smelling them.. or just rubbing them on his cheek.
A surge of wetness leaked into my slit.
"Sarah! Ryan! What are you guys doing up there?!! Dinner!! Now!" My mother shouted up the stairs.
"Shit!" I muttered
Ryan jumped off the bed, frantically zipping his pants. I shoved his door open.
"You heard the woman." I smirked.
"How long have you been standing there?!" He questioned, still fumbling with the button on his jeans.
"Long enough..." I hinted, glancing at the panties on his bed.
"What the fuck Sarah, get out! I'll be down in a second!" Ryan panicked, throwing the edge of his blanket over the evidence.
I smiled as I closed his door, and went downstairs.
"He'll be down in a second. He's just.. cleaning up." I grinned.
I started setting the table for dinner, reveling in the scene I'd just witnessed. Those were totally my panties. I have a pair just like them, and I know I left them in that top drawer he'd disheveled.
Ryan walked into the dining room, his face still red with embarrassment. I beamed as I watched him wipe sweat off of his forehead. He shot a fierce glare my way as he reached for his plate.
"Hey Honey!! Did you get all unpacked? You look beat!" my mom inquired, sitting down to the table.
I snickered under my breath at the word 'beat'. I couldn't wipe the stupid grin off of my face. He glared again, sharply warning me with his eyes.
"Just about. I've got a box in the car I still need to bring in." He mumbled.
"Well eat up! There is a ton of food and you are going to need some energy this week. We wanted to plan a party for you this weekend. I want you to give me a list of everyone you want me to invite over for Saturday!" My mother is a huge party thrower. Always trying to push us into awkward social gatherings.
