I made my way down to breakfast, unsure of how Stacy would react. I had thought yesterday morning I had been confused, but today I was worse. This time, she had come to me, and it had been she that had initiated the sex. So why did she leave in tears?
I now knew that I loved her in more ways than just as a brother, but I did not regret a single thing anymore. No, that is not true; I suppose I did have a regret. It was that it had taken until Stacy was eighteen before we began to get along. I felt we had wasted all those years getting on each other's nerves, when we could have been close.
My apprehension faded when I stepped into the kitchen to find Mom on her own, washing up all the used breakfast dishes while my food sizzled in the frying pan.
"Where's the brat?" I asked, trying to sound normal.
She stopped soaping a bowl and gave me a puzzled frown, "It's Thursday."
Ah. I had forgotten. On Thursday mornings, Stacy went for gymnastics practise before college. Dad and she were usually gone long before I was due to get up. Shrugging, I slumped into my chair as Mom dried her hands, and began to gather my breakfast.
"Are you okay, Honey?" she asked, with a concerned tone.
"Hunh?"
That made her smile. "All those years of education and still in the mornings you have the conversational skills of Neanderthal man."
"Eh?" I mumbled, my distracted thoughts not taking in what she was teasing me about.
Placing my food before me, she ruffled my hair, "Well at least you vary your morning grunts. Shall we try for an 'Hmm' in reply to this one?"
"Sorry," I sighed. "'Morning, Mum."
She stroked my shoulder affectionately and gave me my morning kiss on the cheek, "That's better. Welcome to the twenty first century, Jack."
"Are you looking forward to your weekend away with Dad?" I asked, trying to take my mind off the empty chair opposite me.
She leant back against the worktop and folded her arms underneath her breasts, "Sure. A nice hotel; room service; romantic dinners for two; no verbally challenged children; some sexy lingerie and a bottle or two of wine. Why wouldn't I be?"
I choked on my bacon as the thought of my mother in sexy lingerie popped into my mind. What the Hell was wrong with me? Only yesterday morning it had been images of Stacy in the red lace. Still, this time it was not my fault.
"That's er... nice," I finally managed.
The sparkle in her eyes twinkled as she laughed at my discomfort. "What's the matter, son? Thoughts of your Mom and Dad 'doing it like bunnies' a little bit too graphic for you?"
"Well, they weren't until you just drew a clearer picture for me," I complained.
Her delightful laughter filled the kitchen.
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"Five ball in the centre pocket!" whooped Tank-boy as I slotted the cue forward, missing the ball completely.
"There'll be a screwball in the corner pocket if you don't stop putting me off," I warned.
"Sweet talk like that get you many girls, one-shot?" he quipped back.
"Well at least I've had girls, plural, and not just the lovely Emma, like you."
"Well sure, but is that also counting the regimental goat mascot?"
"Get lost," I laughed. "You and Coop put that in my bed right before the inspection."
"Prove it," he grinned.
As we played pool, Mitch returned carrying the tray with a pitcher of beer and several glasses. Miranda made a face when he made her slide further along the bench seat so that he could take the end position.
"Beer's here, squaddies. Last one to down his pint buys the next round."
As my shot bounced the white ball down into a pocket, I groaned and walked over to slump down next to Emma. "And you go out with him?" I mocked, nodding toward Liam as he twirled his cue like a demented samurai.
"Sometimes we end up sexually attracted to people we shouldn't be."
I snapped my head around to look at her, but she kept her head down as she continued to read the trashy novel she held. The near side of her face was slightly hidden by a wisp of long black hair that had slipped loose from the clasp that held the rest piled high on her head. Between that and her spectacles, I could not tell if she glanced my way.
"I'm sorry, what?"
Folding the corner of her page, she pressed the book flat and then turned to stare straight back at me. "Sexual attraction. It's a primal thing. Lust only knows that it wants, and does not care that what it wants may be unsuitable."
I narrowed my eyes as she held my gaze. Just before I was about to reply, she added, "Or forbidden."
"What are you trying to say?"
The smile she gave me was blocked from view by Tank-boy as he squeezed between us and curled his arm around her shoulders.
"Don't waste your time trying to explain things to one-shot, Babe. The only thing he knows about University educations is that he can't spell it."
"Hey guys," called Cooper from the video quiz machine. "I've used all three life lines. Quick, does anybody know what year the Berlin wall fell?"
As ever, Liam could not resist, "That depends. When did you lean on it, tubby?"
It took both Mitch and I to drag Cooper off him.
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When I got home, I decided to listen to some music in my room. As I reached the brat's bedroom door, I noticed it was ajar. I hesitated when I heard voices and moved to get a better view.
Kimberly was in there with Stacy. They were both in their gymnastic costumes and obviously practising some moves.
The brat's costume was a bright red leotard that had an upturned white triangle from her shoulders to her gusset and it fit her like a second skin. Nothing about her small body was left to the imagination. It was pulled so taut over her tiny frame that I could clearly see the indentation of the slit down between her pussy lips. Where it crossed her breasts, the peach sized mounds thrust through the Lycra and her nipples were quite prominent. As she moved, I got a glimpse of her buttocks and how the elastic edge of the tight fabric made an mark across her cheeks.
Kimberly's was just the same, except that its design was all black with jagged white triangles on her shoulders that reminded me of icicles. My eyes drank in the sight of her slightly larger breasts moving and rolling as she stretched and bent. She really was an incredibly sexy young girl.
As I watched through the gap in the door, Stacy put her hands on the floor, and lifted effortlessly into a handstand. Kimberly hovered close by, ready to catch her if she fell, but it was not needed though. My little sister opened her legs to change her centre of balance, and then slowly lifted one hand from the floor. Only the slightest trembles in her arm gave away just how much effort was required for her to hold the pose.
"Show off!" teased her friend.
"Jealous bimbo," laughed the brat as she gracefully returned to her feet.
"Will your brother be coming home this afternoon?"
