Wildfire 8

This is my first story in this category. It has taken a long time to write and I almost abandoned it several times. I liked the concept I had thought of, but I am not sure I was successful in transferring it into a good story. It is also a little longer than I wanted it to be. Like any story of mine it takes awhile to get to the fun stuff. All characters are over eighteen.

Wildfire

I turned onto my street, glad that I chose to drive through the night. I knew after a quick greeting from my parents I would be in bed. I pulled behind the maroon Honda Civic that was parked on the curb. I wondered if she would still be home since I wasn't sure when she left for class.

I pulled the large duffle bag out from the back seat of my Jeep, pushed the worries about seeing my sister out of my head, and walked across the yard and through the front door.

"Eric, is that you? I thought you wouldn't be home until later." Mom called out from the kitchen.

"Decided to drive through the night, figured the bed here would be more comfortable and a lot cheaper than a hotel bed." I told her.

"Are you hungry? Doing bagels this morning." She replied.

I stepped into the kitchen, my dad looked up and said a quick hi. I saw my sister sitting at the table, a bagel and coffee in front of her. She looked up at me and I tried to read her eyes, they didn't look angry, but they weren't welcoming either.

"Hi Cindy."

"Hey." She said with a forced smile.

I loved seeing her smile, her perfect white teeth added to the beauty that her red hair, pulled back in a pony tail this morning, and bright green eyes already gave her. I took a seat at my normal place at the kitchen table.

My mom brought a toasted bagel and a cup coffee over to me. I said thanks as my sister quickly finished hers and got up from the table. I tried not to, but my eyes followed her ass, displayed beautifully in the black yoga pants she was wearing, as she took her coffee cup and put it in the sink and left the room.

"How was the drive?" My dad asked.

Okay... long and boring really." I told him.

"And you are home until, what May? What are your plans for the next six months?" He asked.

"Yes May, if a full-time firefighter opportunity comes about it would probably be earlier. I am going to see if I can find something to make a little money." I responded.

"And how likely is a full-time job to come up?" He asked, annoyed.

"Not really sure."

"So, we have one that partied her way out of her university and another who got a degree in wildland management so that he can as a part-time wildland firefighter, awesome.´Dad grunted.

"Off to class." Cindy yelled walking past the kitchen. She had put a zip up hoodie on.

"You will be home for dinner, right? Making lasagna, since it is your brother's favorite." Mom said as she darted past the kitchen.

"Yes... I have another class this afternoon but will be home after that." My sister said, exasperation in her voice.

My sister was taking classes at the local community college, hoping to get her grades back up so she could go back to the state university. Mom and dad told her bye, but I chose not to say anything, figuring she didn't really care if I said anything. I finished eating my bagel and coffee, got up and put the cup in the sink.

"Going to go crash." I told my parents.

I headed up the stairs and into my old bedroom and closed the door. Every time I came home it was less my bedroom and more a guest bedroom. That was okay with me, but I did feel a little like I didn't have a home.

I tossed my phone on the bed and quickly stripped down to just my boxers and sat on the bed and felt my phone vibrate. I picked it up and opened the text.

'

Stay out of my room and away from my things

.' My sister had sent.

By things she meant one specific item. If I hadn't been so exhausted from having been awake for twenty-four hours her text would have started my mind and anxiety racing. I didn't respond and sat the phone on the bed before falling into an almost coma level sleep.

When I woke up, I looked at my phone and it was after four o'clock, I had been asleep for seven hours. I got out of bed and opened my duffle bag grabbing clothes and my shaving kit and went across the hall to the bathroom. I stood in the scalding hot water and appreciated the ability to enjoy a hot shower.

After my shower, I headed downstairs and found my mom in the kitchen unloading groceries and I stepped in to help her.

"Did you get some sleep?" She asked.

"Yes thanks, how was work? Need any help getting dinner together?" I responded.

"It was work and sure. Why don't you start browning the meat." Mom smiled at me.

I sensed movement behind me and turned to see Cindy had come into the kitchen. Her hair was still pulled back into a ponytail, she wasn't wearing any makeup, and she was still beautiful. I made sure I averted my eyes from her chest.

"Hey... how was class?" My tone pleading for a friendly response.

"Fine. The professors are okay but sometimes it just seems they like to ramble." She responded not looking at me.

I was happy she responded using more than one word, but I recognized her tone wasn't friendly. I thought I saw a small frown form on my mom's face and slight shaking of her head. Cindy grabbed a water bottle from the fridge and left.

When the lasagna went into the oven, I moved to the family room and spent some time scrolling on my phone. Just before seven mom called us all to the dining room for dinner. We seemed to be focused on eating and there wasn't much conversation until my mom broke the silence.

"Your dad needs to go out of town for work next week."

"Where are you going?" I asked.

"Vegas. We have a security contract there and I need to do some onsite review." He answered.

"He doesn't have to start work until Monday but is flying out tomorrow afternoon and I am going with him. I will fly home on Monday." Mom added with some excitement.

"That means you will be here by yourself Friday through Monday. Can you do that and not kill each other?" Dad said, his eyes darting from me to my sister.

"Sure." Cindy said, giving me an evil eye.

"I don't know what is going on with you two but it obviously something." Mom said exasperated before adding. "I want to think since you are adults there won't be a problem."

"It won't be a problem. Do you need me to do anything while you are gone?" I asked.

"Take care of the leaves and power wash the deck." Dad said.

"Yea sure, anything else?" I quickly replied.

"No... but no wild parties or any shenanigans... that means both of you, got it?" Mom added.

I laughed a little at mom using the word shenanigans. What she meant was no fooling around with girls or boys while she we gone. I tried to steal a glance at Cindy to see her face, but she was looking down at her plate. I looked at my mom and nodded.

"Cindy... did you hear me?" Mom asked.

"Yes... mom." She replied and sighed.

"Okay... I will leave some money, you can order pizza or Chinese or something, plus there will be enough leftover lasagna to have that one night also. There is plenty of stuff here for breakfast and lunch." She added.

The rest of dinner was uncomfortable, there was a lot more silence. My sister and I cleared the plates from the table and then cleaned the kitchen while managing to not speak to each other and barely acknowledging each other's existence.

When we were done, she raced upstairs, and I headed into the family room with my parents who were watching some game shows on TV. I surfed my phone while I listened to them shout out answers to questions by the host.

I heard noise behind me and turned to saw my sister walking by. She was wearing a short skirt and sheer top and had heels on her feet. I was hopeful the admiration of how hot she looked didn't show on my face. She looked right at me, but I couldn't read her expression.

"Mom and dad, I am going out with my friends. I will probably be home late and sleep in tomorrow morning. What time are you leaving for the airport?" Cindy asked.

"We have to leave by no later than six-thirty tomorrow morning. Where are you going? You look... nice." Mom replied, hesitating a second as she said nice.

"We don't know yet." She replied looking down at her phone. "Tara just texted she is out front. I won't be up that early tomorrow, so I will wish you a good trip now."

Before they could respond she was out the door. Mom had a little look of shock on her face and dad just shook his head. I was listening to them discuss, with a touch of anger or disappointment, her attitude these days and her behavior when my phone vibrated.

'

Remember stay out of stuff and out of my room

.' Cindy had texted me.

I stayed with my parents for about an hour and then told them I was still tired from my overnight drive and headed to my room. When I stopped in the bathroom to pee, I fought the urge to open the laundry hamper and see what was inside it. I quickly took care of what I needed to do and headed into my room.

I was wearing gym shorts and a sleeveless t-shirt which was my normal sleeping attire so climbed right into bed. The image of my sister tonight was in my head and led me to think back to what had caused us to get to the point we were at now.

For the first twelve or thirteen years of her life Cindy was the stereo typical little sister. She was two and half years younger than me and always underfoot, getting into my things, tattling on me, sometimes being a genuine pain in my ass. At the same time though I loved being around her and her excitement, energy and happiness.

As she moved into her early teen years she was less of a pain in my ass, but she still seemed to always find a way to be with me. When I brought a date back to the house she wouldn't leave us alone. I almost never got an opportunity to be by myself if she was home or around. When I complained to my mom she would laugh and tell me it was because she liked and admired me so much.

She was sixteen when I left for college and started to spend my summers working in the National Parks. We really only saw each other for short periods during that time over the holidays. That seemed to make her clinginess even worse when I was home.

She was a late bloomer, very late. Throughout high school she was skinny and gangly. Her only friends were a couple of other girls on the volleyball team. She wasn't unattractive or ugly, she was just kind of plain. It was made worse because he didn't seem to put any effort into trying to look more attractive.

I am not sure if the reason she didn't date was because she was not being asked out, or was she not interested. During her time in high school, she never had a boyfriend, she may have never even kissed a boy. Her senior year of high school every time I came back from college mom would ask me to push her to be more social. The results of my attempts were Cindy wanting to do things with me, not spend time with friends or go on a date.

She begged me to take her out for pizza, see a movie, or get ice cream. I would tell her these were things she should be doing with a boyfriend. She would always say that she would rather do them with me. I asked her one time if she didn't want to do them with a boy because she liked girls. She responded she wasn't a lesbian she was just picky.

When I came home at Easter her senior year in high school I noticed some changes. Her hips and butt were curvier, and her boobs seemed more noticeable. It also looked like she was putting some effort into her hair and even using a touch of makeup. On my second night home, she knocked on my door right after dinner and I let her in my room.

"Hey sis, what's up?" I asked then.

She had looked nervous as she stepped into my room before asking me. "When are you done with your school year, like, when will you be back home?"

I remember telling her the date and asking why she asked. She had very shyly told me that mom had been on her about missing out on so many social activities at school and how she would regret them when she was older.

"Yea... she is probably right about that. But what does that have to do with me and when college ends." I had asked confused.

"Well... prom is May 19 so... that... that is after you get home." Her voice seemed to get, quieter than before then she continued. "I... well... see... the thing is. Umm... I was thinking maybe you could take me."

"You want me to take you to prom?" I had asked, remembering being confused.

She had explained that if I took her, she would get to have the experience and not regret missing it when she was older. When I asked why me, suggesting a guy at her school would surely take her, or she could even go as part of a group of friends, she had taken in deep breath then said nervously.

"Because I want... I want you to take me... I don't like any of the guys at school and if I went with friends... well I wouldn't get to experience having a prom... Uh... date." She was again rushed at the end.

"I am your brother... not a date." I had told her quickly.

"Fine... it was stupid. Sorry for asking." Cindy's face had looked sad as she spoke, and she had almost raced out of my room.

The rest of that Easter break she barely spoke to me. I had tried to be friendly with her, but she had only responded with one-word answers and would leave the room quickly. I was surprised to find out I had missed her being around like she normally was. The day I left to go back to school she had barely said good bye.

When I came home six weeks later, school had ended. She was friendlier than she had been at Easter, but it had been obvious there was still friction between us. I had also noticed that her wardrobe had changed some and it looked like she had gotten better with her makeup. The prom was never brought up when I was home that time.

The only time I came home over that summer was a month later for a long weekend to go to her graduation. In the month I was gone she seemed to have grown up even more. My first thought when I saw her that time was my sister was pretty.

At the conclusion of her graduation ceremony, mom hugged her first and then dad. When she turned towards me an awkward feeling had come over me, I had seen it in her eyes also. We rarely had physical contact but we both knew that the moment had called for a hug.

I had stuck my arms out and she had stepped forward. The first thing I had noticed when she got closer to me was, she had smelt good, I wasn't sure if it was her shampoo or maybe her perfume. Those thoughts had been quickly erased when I realized I could feel her breasts pressed against me. What had been worse was when I had realized it caused a reaction in my groin. I had quickly broke the hug, scared that my sister had felt it.

I had to go back to school almost immediately and I had lined up for a summer job as soon as the semester ended. The next time I was home she had already left for college. We had texted a few times, but the conversations seemed forced.

By the time we came home for Thanksgiving her first year away at college it had been a month since we had any communication and over five months since we had last seen each other. I got home on a Tuesday morning and the house was empty. My mom had gotten up early to go pick Cindy up at school and dad was at work.

It was late in the afternoon when I heard the garage door going up, I was lounging in the family room mindlessly watching something on the TV. I suddenly got nervous to see my sister. My mom greeted me first as they came in and told me she had missed me before she had hugged me.

I remembered as I stepped out of the hug, I saw Cindy standing near the door. The expression on her face had been awkward. I had been surprised to see how much older she looked along with how curvy she had become. Her t shirt was tight across her chest and her boobs had definitely grown since last May.

"Uh... hey sis... how are you?" I had said stepping towards her. "you look... um... you look good."

"Thanks." She had taken a half step towards me and smacked her hands against her thighs than raised them slowly towards me.

I had taken her movements as an invitation for a hug and lifted my arms as I stepped close to her and pulled her to me. I had immediately felt her chest press against me and the aroma of her shampoo filled my nostrils. Her body felt amazing pressed against me and along with scent of her hair had caused my groin to stir.

"How are you?" She had asked quietly. Stepping back a strange expression had formed on her face.

I don't remember exactly what I said but I am sure it was standard response. I did remember when I asked her how her school was going, she had quickly looked over at mom and they shared what appeared to be frown.

With the exception of Thanksgiving day when the family was all together, Cindy was rarely home during that break. When she was there, she had spent most of the time in her room, a lot of it I assumed sleeping. During this I realized that I missed being around her happiness and energy she had always had.

Every evening, she would come out of her room looking amazing, wearing something that showed off her new curves. She would quickly say a few words to us and then head out the door. A couple of times I had woken up when came home which was always well past midnight and it sounded like she was stumbling as she would go into her room.

Mom had insisted that we have breakfast together on Sunday morning before Cindy and I headed back to school. I was sitting at the table when my sister came down into the kitchen. As she walked by my eyes were immediately drawn to her ass which was covered by a pair of super tight yoga pants. I couldn't help but stare.

My eyes had still been on her butt when I had heard her say. "Morning Bro... you, okay?"

I had looked up to see her looking back over her shoulder, giving me a shit eating grin. I felt my face turn red and had reached quickly for my coffee cup.

Breakfast had been filled with small talk led by mom and dad. It mostly centered around lecturing Cindy on focusing on her school work and not partying or whatever she was doing. Instead of mom taking her back, Cindy had a friend from school pick her up and bring her back.

Cindy grabbed her phone and told us that Pam had texted her she would be there any minute. Mom had got up first and hugged her to say good bye, followed by dad. I remembered feeling a nervousness grow in me as I realized she might expect one from me also. When dad let go of her, she stepped towards where I was sitting.

"Have a safe trip back." I had said as I stood up.

Cindy had smiled at me, and I had immediately pulled her against me. I felt my dick immediately begin to harden as her arms wrapped around me and her breasts had squeezed against me.

"Thanks... you too. Drive carefully." She had said into my neck her lips almost touching my skin.

She had let go first and I had reluctantly done the same. I wasn't sure but it had looked like she looked down at my groin as she had done it and smiled at little. I watched her walk away admiring her ass she did.

I had headed up to my room to pack my stuff up and head out right after she left. While I was doing that, I had heard my phone vibrate on the night stand and had picked it up to read the text.

"

I guess perving on my ass, or was it my tits pressing against you, got you a little excited huh... or were you just happy to see me

." Cindy had sent adding a winking emoji.

I remembered being shocked as I read her message. I couldn't believe my sister had been bold enough to send something like that.

"

Just think if you had taken me to prom, you could have squeezed up against me all night while dancing... or were my curves not good enough for you then

." She had added.