"James, take out the trash!" Mom yelled from downstairs.
"Yes ma'am, give me just a second." I yelled back.
"No, right now, I've got to leave for the air port in twenty minutes. I don't want you and your sister to end up throwing trash on the floor for me to pick up when I get home!" She yelled again.
"Ugh, it's not like the trash is going to run away, Jesus." I whispered as I pressed pause my video game.
My name is James; my mother is leaving for New York on some sort of business trip for the book she is wrote. She called me home from my two week leave break from the Marines, parties, and naked chicks to watch my eighteen year old sister, whom I haven't even seen in six years. I got home yesterday and hooked up the Xbox, she hasn't been home at all. I got up from the couch in my old room and checked the now lacking Marine standard of a high-and-tight; I threw on a pair of jeans and a pair of boots.
I grabbed the trash bag and walked out into the -19 degree Michigan weather without a shirt on; I don't really care, I never get cold and I never get hot, I'm good that way. My six pack and tight chest muscles tightened from the abrupt cold. I walked approximately twenty meters to the trash can and dumped the trash bag into it. Halfway back I heard loud music and my sister's piece of shit car pulled into the driveway. I whirled around just in time to see the sexiest legs I have ever seen step out of the car.
My sister stepped out of the car and adjusted her extremely short skirt. 'Apparently she doesn't get cold either...' I thought. I quickly regained my thoughts and turned back towards the house and walked inside.
"Jesus, you're a Sergeant in the Marines and they didn't teach you any manners?" My sister said through chattering teeth as she set several bags of books and clothes down next to the door.
"I'm actually a Staff Sergeant, but thanks for keeping track of me." I said back.
"Regardless, you could've at least said hello, or helped me with my bags. Gosh." She said to my back as I was making myself a sandwich at the counter. When I was finished I turned around and saw all of her for the first time in six years.
My sister was 5'4" and had the biggest and most perky tits I had seen in years. She moved her dark black hair out of the way of her eyes as she sat down and bent over to take off her shoes. 'Jesus... she's not the same 13-year-old gawky kid I remember when I enlisted.' I thought as I stared at what I could see from shirt lifting up over her back as she leaned forward.
"Alright kids, my flight leaves soon, I love you, don't kill each other, don't burn the house down, and be sure to feed yourselves! Bye!" Mom said as she rushed out the door.
"Bye mom," My sister and I both said.
"So how've you been James? We haven't even talked in years." Jennifer said as she stood up and looked at me with her hands on her hips.
"Uhh-duhh.... Fine... I guess..." I managed to stutter out as I looked over her gorgeous body. I was never really one for conversation.
"Really, that's all you can say? A tour in the Marine Corps, which I'm sure was filled with so many exciting stories, and all you can say is fine." Jennifer said.
"Uhh... Yeah," I said.
"Wow, look at you," she said as she was now staring at me," The Marines did you good. What are you, 6'4" now?"
"Umm... 6'5" actually..." I managed to reply back as I noticed my own hard on.
"Jesus, are they giving you steroids, or what?" she said, "I remember when you left, you were 6'1" and you didn't have a muscle in your entire body, now look at you; I almost wouldn't be ashamed to call you my brother."
"Ha, thanks sis. You always were the one for compliments." I said back.
"How about you get some clothes on and throw that sandwich away? Let's go get some lunch at a restaurant." Jennifer said.
"Alright, let's take my car though. Yours sucks." I joked with her.
I ran straight up to my room and threw on a tight black muscle tee. I grabbed my deodorant and put it on while I was brushing my teeth. I was down at the bottom of the stairs just in time to wait for my sister for twenty minutes while she got changed. I plopped down on one of the chairs nearby and waited.
Jen walked down the stairs, now in a pair of tighter than tight blue jeans and an even tighter shirt, I could see her nipples poking through her shirt, even through her bra.
"God damn..." I uttered, too quiet for her to hear.
"You ready to go?" She said.
"Yeah... I'm ready." I said ogling her again.
"Well, come on, you're driving." She said while grabbing her purse. I withdrew my keys from my pocket and made sure I had my wallet; then stepped inside my 1967 Black Camaro Coupe. This was the first time I had been in it in six years, my six-pack of condoms was missing from the glove compartment, interesting... I flipped on the radio and waited for the inevitable blast of rock music that I last had it on, but was met with quiet oldies.
"Okay, what the fuck?" I said, "Have you been driving my car?" I asked staring at her angrily.
"No, mom used it a while ago, why would I listen to this shitty music? I'd prefer the punk crap that you listen too." Jen said just as angrily as I had.
"So, mom stole my condoms then?" I said accusing her even further.
"I guess so; I'm still a virgin, stupid!" Jen yelled at me.
"We- Wait, what? Seriously," I said, suddenly surprised.
"Well, yeah... I just haven't found the right guy yet..." She said really shyly.
"Oh, well sorry for accusing you then; where do you want to go for lunch?" I said after a few moments of silence.
With sudden renewed confidence, "I kind of want to try this new place out. It's an Italian place down by the old Mall." Jen said, now smiling at me.
"Well alright." I said, confused.
We drove for about twenty minutes, now listening to heavy rock music and the occasional girly song for her. When we got to the restaurant, me being the gentleman that I am, I hurried out of my seat and around the side of the car to open her door. I put one hand behind my back and held out the other while putting on a snooty butler face.
"Your hand, madam," I said in a fake British accent.
"Of course, my good sir," She said in an equally fake accent.
We walked hand in hand into the restaurant. It was packed, like twenty people were waiting in line ahead of us. We took a seat on the bench pressed up against the wall after we told the Hostess that we wanted a table for two. Apparently it'd be a long wait.
After around twenty-five minutes, Jennifer's head was on my shoulder and one of her hands was on my right leg and the other was firmly grasping one of my hands. Then this group of preppy teen girls walked into the room.
"Oh shit..." I heard Jen whisper.
"Well hello, 'Little Miss Leslie," the leader of the blonde brigade said to Jennifer," Who is this fine young man you're with?"
"Hi, I'm her bro-"I began to say, but was cut off by Jennifer.
"He's my boyfriend, he's in the Marines, and he's here on leave time." Jennifer said quickly.
"Oh really, well, if you ever want a real woman, call me, honey." This blonde chick said to me.
"Jennifer Patterson, table of two, Jennifer Patterson, table of two." The intercom rang through the seating room.
"That's us, "Jennifer said quickly and pulled me away from the five girls.
"What the hell was that about," I said as we sat down and ordered our drinks.
"That was Brittany Hill and her team of Blonde Bimbos, they are bullies at my school," she said.
"Okay... Why did you say I was your boyfriend? And why did the call you Leslie?" I asked.
"Ugh, they've called me that for years because... Well, because I made out with a chick in the girls' bathroom my junior year." Jennifer said, moving her hair out of the way of her beautiful face. I could see her bright blue eyes, "I said you were my boyfriend because I haven't had one all throughout school... and well, I wanted to impress them."
"Alright, so you think I'll impress them, do you want me to tear off my shirt? Or rescue a cat from a tree or something? That'll do it for'em." I said jokingly.
"Oh, shut up. You don't have to do anything like that, just; will you pretend that we're dating, or even better, madly in love?" She pleaded.
"Uhh... Sure?" I said. 'That isn't going to be hard at all,' I thought to myself.