Chloe had caught a lift with her Mom that morning, so I drove down to the physio department to pick her up and take her straight home to my place.
"You are totally getting lucky tonight. Plus I have a surprise for you." She grinned at me shamelessly from the passenger seat.
Five days had passed since our last encounter, and I was saving it up for her, determined to make our first holiday break together a memorable one. We had ten whole days without classes. Technically, only four of those were for Easter and the rest was a "non-teaching study period".
As if anyone would actually study. Except Justine perhaps.
I promised myself not to think about her on holiday, and began to wonder what Chloe had in store for the evening. I desperately needed to fuck.
Nonetheless, I swatted her hands away from between my legs.
"I'll have an accident!" I protested. Chloe pouted cutely, but thankfully didn't make any further attempts while I was driving.
I pulled into the driveway to find Dad loading boxes into the trunk of his station wagon. My folks were going away for the Easter weekend to a country bed-and-breakfast.
"Hi Mr Marshall!" Chloe chirped. "Looks heavy!"
Dad laughed and wiped his forehead, leaning on the car. "His Mom has packed the kitchen sink!"
The door only opened halfway due to another box just inside. Chloe and I squeezed in and walked through the hallway, where another stack of boxes sat waiting. I shook my head. Mom did tend to get anxious about trips, amongst other things. I guess that was where Libby and I got our slightly worrisome natures from. Mom and Libby were in the kitchen, discussing meals. Peeping over Mom's shoulder, I raised my eyebrows at the long list of food inventoried there.
"There are just two of us Mom." I glanced back at Chloe. "And even if Chloe ate breakfast, lunch and dinner here there would still be too much."
Mom turned. "Hello Chloe dear."
To me she said "We'll be gone until Sunday week. Your father and I decided to extend our trip to do some hiking on the nature trails."
There was probably still too much food in the house and too many boxes in the car, but it didn't seem so ridiculously excessive now.
"The whole break?" I felt like leaping for joy. Ten days for Chloe and I to use the house together!
Maybe we can do it in the master bedroom.
Chloe and I shared a knowing glance, both thinking the same thing.
I'm going to tear you to shreds all week, baby.
Another part of me realised that Libby and I would be spending a substantial amount of time alone together too, but I tried to ignore that.
*
"Take care of your sister." Mom said, glancing between me and Libby. She was presumably doubtful that we were friends again, given all the avoidance lately.
"Try not to get into too much trouble." Dad followed meaningfully, except he was glancing between me and Chloe.
Chloe and I held hands and waved from either side. Libby stood next to Chloe as we watched their heavily laden car drive off towards the setting sun. They would be lucky to arrive before dark.
Libby had a date lined up for that night; Chloe told me she'd set it up to give us time alone together. She also assured me that the guy was cool, but that didn't stop me from thinking he looked like a try-hard when he came to pick Libby up. No way was he good enough for my sister. She, on the other hand, was looking spectacular. I could have used all the superlatives to describe her, but it still wouldn't be enough. Her little black dress came down to mid-thigh. When she moved, the fabric seemed to caress her and a handful of tastefully sewn sequins shimmered. She had a perfect waistline. It was something I never failed to notice, but when she wore one of those fashionable waist belts it drove me insane. Her hips were so marvelously curvy that she just radiated femininity. No man could watch her walk away without taking a second, longing look at the sashaying of those hips. Black stiletto heels with thin straps crisscrossing her dainty feet completed the look, perking her ass up and giving her legs a lightly toned look. In typical Libby fashion, she was very nervous, despite looking like a smoking hot goddess.
The moment she was out the door I attacked Chloe, thanking heaven I could take out my arousal on a legitimate and willing target. I pinned her against the inside of the front door and kissed her deeply, just the way she liked it before frantic sex. My cock strained up proudly, pressing against her midriff through the clothing. She brought one leg up to my hip, and began to grind on me as we continued tonguing.
"Master bedroom." I said breathlessly as we broke apart.
She nodded excitedly and we started upstairs, but before we had gone three steps she said
"No, wait! I almost forgot the surprise!"
She led me down again and we sat on the bottom steps.
"The upstairs bedroom can wait another day." I frowned slightly, but she went on. "Okay, for this to work I have to ask you a question: do you trust me?" She looked at me playfully as she said the last part.
"Not at all, you little nympho. You almost fucked me to death last weekend." I smirked back, joking.
She pounded me with her small fists for a few seconds while we both laughed. We ended up with her straddling my lap, cuddling. I kissed her crown.
"Seriously though, I need to know for this." She looked up at me.
I was really curious by now, but no matter what it was, I knew she would always do right by me.
"One hundred percent." I told her.
She beamed at me, then jumped out of my lap and delved into her nearby handbag, producing a black silk scarf.
"Turn around and do as I say."
*
I felt a thrill as Chloe slipped the folded scarf over my eyes and tied it at the back. The soft material was completely opaque. Then she unbuttoned my shirt and slid it off, right there in the hall. As her hands ran over my torso, I flexed for her benefit, and she sighed at my display.
"Your body is so hard, I love it." Her praise made me instantly resolve to start hitting the gym again.
