Bam...My head hit the passenger window, waking me up from my uncomfortable sleep. I groggily rubbed my sore head and looked toward my brother, Calvin, the car's driver.
"Sorry, Kit." Calvin murmured apologetically. "The road to Temptation is apparently unpaved."
Temptation is the town we are moving to. We picked it solely on the name and the fact that it is hundreds of miles from our hometown. The hometown that we are "running" from.
See my half brother, Calvin and I (my name is Kitrina, by the way) are trying to start over. We have developed an inappropriate relationship, at least that is what my father and our mother said. I can't help it, I love Calvin and he loves me...is it our fault that we are related?
I guess it would make more sense if I gave you the back story. My mother got pregnant with Calvin when she was 16, his dad was 18 and apparently a loser. As soon as he heard "I am pregnant" he hightailed it out of the state, and who knows maybe the country. Two years later she met my dad, a 26 year old who had his act together. He took Calvin as his own son and was blessed with me, his daughter when Calvin was 2. We were a pretty normal, happy family until Calvin turned 16. My dad and him started to have difficulties getting along, then one day my dad slipped and let Calvin know that he wasn't really my dad's son. Dad was really rough on Calvin, talking about how he would end up a loser just like his dad and stuff like that. In Calvin's defense, he wasn't a troublemaker, he got great grades, played football, was really a great all around kid. My dad, apparently just snapped. I, on the other hand, was treated like a princess. Calvin worked to buy his own car when he was 17, when I turned 16 my parents gave me a BMW convertible. So I was the princess and Calvin was the pauper. But from the time I was born on Calvin always took care of me. I was his little sister after all. With only two years apart, you would think he would be jealous of me, but that was never the case. In fact, until the blow up when he was 16 he was treated like a prince. And our mother still treated him well, as did my dad, he just wasn't coddled as much.
When Calvin turned 18 and I was 16 our parents started taking weekend trips for the two of them. I couldn't blame them, they never really got much of a honeymoon with us two kids. At first the weekends were just two goofy kids home alone. We watched movies and ate junk food, you know teenage stuff. Then, of course, we had a few mild parties. Calvin would sneak girls in after I was in bed. You know, teenagers acting like teenagers. I really wasn't interested in any guys from school so I didn't participate much in the sneaking of members of the opposite sex. I did occasionally peep and see my brother and his newest conquest kissing and making out. That was pretty much it.
Then when I turned 18, and Calvin was 20 and going to the local community college on scholarship it happened. I had seen how Calvin looked and he was a hottie. He is over six feet tall with six pack abs and nice arms, buff but not steroid looking. His dark brown hair was cut spikey on top and short in the back. He has a darker complexion, not olive, just more tanned. Calvin's eyes are a startling shade of blue and he is silly and sweet. Nothing ever came from looking, I mean I thought he was nice looking for my brother.
Well Mom and Dad planned a longer "adult only' vacation. They were going to stay away in our cabin for two weeks. Since it was spring break time, Calvin was off from school and I was done with classes too (I finished senior year early, just waiting on graduation) we would have to fend for ourselves. I figured Calvin would be off doing whatever he did with his girlfriends and I would pretty much have our house to myself. We waved Mom and Dad off on Sunday morning and sure enough Calvin left soon after. I figured what the heck, we have a great pool, privacy fence, I am going to go skinny dipping and sunbathe for awhile.
At 18, I guess I was what most girls wanted to be. Petite, I am only five foot two, and weigh about a hundred pounds. My stomach is flat and my breasts are small only about 36 B or C cup, but they are perky. My auburn hair is long, midway down my back and slightly wavy. My green eyes are my best feature though, clear and light they are almost like cat eyes. I am not too tanned and need sunblock or I get burned.
So I got some things together and headed out back to the pool. I turned on the radio outside and threw my towel over one of the lounges. I removed my terry cloth robe and jumped into the pool. Diving under, I swam half the length of our pool. Surfacing, I heard a cough. Startled, I looked around. Standing by the chaise holding my towel and robe was my brother Calvin.
"Um, hey Calvin. What's up?" I asked, keeping my body underwater, with only my head visible.
"Not much, I just brought back lunch for us." He replied, pointing to the end table between two chaises. I could see bags from my favorite fast food place. "Why don't you come out and we can eat?"
I could hear a hint of teasing, so I knew he knew I was naked. "Why don't you take it inside and I will be in in a minute, I need to finish my lap and dry off."
"No I thought it would be more relaxing to have lunch out here by the pool." He said raising his eyebrows. "So come on out and I will get our food out and ready."
"OK, Calvin, you know I am naked in here, so go on inside and I will come out." I told him trying to keep my voice even.
"Kit, we used to bathe together, not like I haven't seen you naked before."
"Yeah when we were 4 or 5. Things have changed." I said haughtily. "Besides if you are so sure that seeing me naked is no big deal, then why don't you strip and show me yours."
"OK." He said easily and started to strip. I couldn't take my eyes off of him as he took off his t-shirt and exposed his gorgeous chest. Then he sat down and removed his shoes, standing up he reached for the button of his shorts...
"Wait, Calvin, maybe we shouldn't..."