A harmless crush (Closed for Angelika0)

Orpheus249

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Andrew tensed a little as he felt the plane drop through a layer of pressure in its descent. He didn’t mind flying, but he hated take-off and landing. But now he didn’t mind, because it meant the flight was finally over, not that he’d expected a trans-Atlantic flight to be short.

The trip to Europe was a graduation present from him and his step-sister, their parents joking that since the kids were moving out, they could afford to splurge since they’d be saving so much on food and electricity. Andrew looked over to his sister in the seat next to him. It had been weird when they first met just about a decade ago, but over the years she’d stopped being a stranger and turned into a friend before finally settling into sister. Of course she wasn’t really his sister. No blood relation, which made the small crush he’d harbored for the last few years a bit less of a problem.

He leaned over and teased her, “You know if we can recover from the jet-lag, over here we’re old enough to hit the bars." Then he stretched. He'd slept a little and his dark brown hair was a mess and his green eyes were a bit red. Still it was exciting to be away and on an adventure.
 
Rachel could feel Andrew tense up. She knew how much her step-brother didn't like this part of flying. By now, after years of flying back and forth to see her dad in Michigan she had gotten used to flying. However, she had never been out of the country before and this was definitely a new adventure. Her mom and his dad were just giving them this all-expense paid trip and she was so excited.

At the mention of bars, Rachel looked over at Andrew, her grey eyes lighting up. "Oh yeah that's right! The drinking age is 18." She had just turned 18 two months ago and was loving being legal, and hated the fact that she still had 3 more years before she could drink. But seeing as they had a few weeks in Europe, she could definitely start building up her alcohol tolerance before she went to college.

"Hopefully the jet lag isn't too bad. I don't want to waste any time while we're here. I want to do everything!" She smiled over at him. Throughout the years they had become really close friends. She could tell him everything and nothing was too strange or weird to talk about. There had been some weird tension between them when she had first started becoming sexually aware but she blamed her raging hormones for whatever crush she had once had on him. Her last boyfriend, who had been her first and only sexual partner opened her up to a world of possibilities. That was, before he dumped her because he was going to go to college three states away. She now wondered if she would be able to find a hot European guy to have a crazy affair with. Hopefully, Andrew could be her wingman. She would definitely help him out if he asked her...
 
As the plane came to the gate, Andrew pulled himself out of the chair with a groan as his joints were stiff from the long flight. He pulled their bags from the overhead compartment and slung his backpack over one shoulder.

An hour later they were checked into the hotel. Andrew hadn't realized how much their parents had gone all out on this trip. The room was spectacular with huge beds and a luxurious bathroom and even a little balcony with a view. He dropped his bags on the dresser and fell backwards into the thick comforter of one of the beds with a sigh.

"So..." he said, staring at the ceiling. "You wanna go out and run around now or are you gonna let me nap?" It was a joke and he was exaggerating how tired he was, though he could definitely feel the jet lag. It was approaching lunch time here and was closer to dawn back home. But Rachel had always been more high energy than Andrew and it was a running joke between them. He looked up at her from the bed, noticing again how lovely she was, and thinking he was going to have to keep an eye on her here.
 
The hotel was beautiful! Rachel couldn't believe their parents had actually done this for them. She was going to make sure to be super nice and loving to them for at least a year. Walking into their room her attention quickly went tot he balcony. Dropping her bags by her bed she opened the doors and stepped out, taking in the view.

"Andrew! How could you possibly think of sleeping right now?" She joked turning around and seeing him strewn across his bed. His shirt had raised a bit and was revealing a little bit of his toned stomach and the band of underwear. Crap. This was going to be hard. Her ex had dumped her a week ago without so much as a kiss goodbye. She had been so worked up thinking about all the possibilities of foreign European men that she didn't think her own step-brother's presence would affect her so.

She caught his eyes looking at her and she put her hands on her hips. "Fine. if you want to stay here and sleep the day away, go ahead. I can explore on my own." Rachel tempted him, knowing he'd want to go with her to keep her safe.
 
"Mmmm," he groaned, moving on the bed in a mock-helpless way as if his limbs were useless, then rolled half over and pushed himself up into a sitting position, rubbing bleary eyes. "Alright..." he said, exaggerating his reluctance, though he was pretty excited himself. "But first a shower so I can feel a bit more human. Gimme ten minutes and we can go," he said, raising himself off the bed and moving toward the bathroom. On the way he pulled off the shirt and tossed it back at the bed, revealing a torso tanned and toned by his summer job doing yard work.

Andrew pushed the door behind him and turned on the large shower. He dropped his jeans and boxers and climbed in, pulling the glass door closed behind him. He lowered his head and leaned on the wall as the hot water ran down his body and through his hair. It felt wonderful to wash away the oily feeling his skin had after half-sleeping on the flight, and gradually, the water revived him and he began to feel capable of exploring alongside his enthusiastic step-sister.
 
Rachel watched as her step-brother revealed his upper body. Damn. How had she not noticed him become so toned? He was definitely going to get all the ladies in college. Hell, he could even score a few European women while he was here. Maybe they could make a deal and each help get each other laid...

A shower actually sounded like a great idea. She needed to wash off the grime of traveling. "Hurry up in there!" She yelled to him. "I'm going to take one after you." She walked closer to the door, hoping he had heard her. She noticed that the door hadn't closed all the way. "Did you hear me?" Rachel said allowing her voice to go through the cracked door, and trying not to look in the fogging mirror.
 
Andrew took a moment to wash his hair so he could comb it once he got out. He rinsed the shampoo out and turned to the door, stepping out of the shower as he turned it off, right as Rachel stuck her face into the cracked door, giving her a perfect frontal view of the naked body in the mirror, though he didn't catch her own reflection.

Instead, oblivious to his step-sister's view, he pulled and towel from the rack and dried himself off. Then finally he pulled up his jeans and boxers and wiped the mirror a bit clearer so he could push his hair into place.

"I'm out," he called back as he fixed his hair. "Just fixing my hair for a second. It's all yours." He turned to leave.
 
Rachel was not expecting quite a show. Sure, he's been near her in bathing suits or just in a towel before but she had never seen him fully exposed. She found herself biting her lip as she looked him over. He had quite the package and looked damn good naked.

Composing herself, she swallowed, took a deep breath and entered the bathroom just as he was fixing his hair.

"Took you long enough." She chided. "Now hurry up and leave." She said, not waiting for him to leave as she took off her shirt, revealing a simple black bra. He had seen her in a bathing suit plenty of times so she didn't think he'd care.
 
Andrew knew it wasn't really anything to see her in her bra. They'd gone swimming, and it wasn't as if she'd worn something incredibly revealing. Even so, his eyes drifted away from his reflection to hers and lingered. He felt a tightness in his stomach and quickly pulled his eys away, hoping she hadn't noticed him staring.

With that he left the bathroom and chided himself for looking at her that way. He shook his head and put it beind him, taking the opportunity to unpack a bit, hanging up the nicer shirts he'd brought and folding the rest into one of the dresser drawers. Them put on a dark green button down shirt and found his shoes, then sat on the edge of the bed waiting for Rachel to finish in the shower as well.
 
Rachel could almost feel his eyes on her as she started the water. She kept herself focused on the task at hand until she heard him leave the bathroom. Taking off her pants, bra and panties she got into the shower, loving the feel of the hot water running through her hair and down her body.

Finishing up she turned off the water and got out, wrapping a towel around her. Twisting her hair to get the excess water out she realized that she hadn't brought any clean clothes into the bathroom to change into.

Sighing, Rachel walked out of the bathroom in a towel to see Andrew sitting on the edge of his bed waiting for her. "Hold on, let me put on clean clothes and then we can go." She said as she went to her suitcase and hoisted it onto her bed. Unzipping it she found a fresh pair of shorts, a tank top and dug some more to find her underwear. She found her favorite bra, dark green with lace, and found the matching thong that went with it.

"Ugh, I guess I'll go change in the bathroom since we have to room together." She half-complained. Giving him a look as she went to change.
 
Rachel could almost feel his eyes on her as she started the water. She kept herself focused on the task at hand until she heard him leave the bathroom. Taking off her pants, bra and panties she got into the shower, loving the feel of the hot water running through her hair and down her body.

Finishing up she turned off the water and got out, wrapping a towel around her. Twisting her hair to get the excess water out she realized that she hadn't brought any clean clothes into the bathroom to change into.

Sighing, Rachel walked out of the bathroom in a towel to see Andrew sitting on the edge of his bed waiting for her. "Hold on, let me put on clean clothes and then we can go." She said as she went to her suitcase and hoisted it onto her bed. Unzipping it she found a fresh pair of shorts, a tank top and dug some more to find her underwear. She found her favorite bra, dark green with lace, and found the matching thong that went with it.

"Ugh, I guess I'll go change in the bathroom since we have to room together." She half-complained. Giving him a look as she went to change.
 
Andrew had his phone out and was checking his email when Rachel emerged. He looked up and then quickly back to the phone as he saw she was just in a towel. Again it wasn't the first time he'd seen her wrapped in a towel, but still as she leaned down to get her back and the towel road up her thighs, his felt his eyes pulled down toward the edge of the towel.

He grinned teasingly. "Well it's your call," he said when she complained about having to change in the bath room. "But it's that or have me close my eyes and promise not to peek." He jokingly clapped a hand across his eyes, hiding her from view and grinned at her.

Then he leaned over to put on and tie the shoes that were sitting on the ground next to the bed. "Where do you want to go first anyway?" he called.
 
Sticking out her tongue she emerged from the bathroom in the shorts and tank top. She had braided her hair so it would be wavy later tonight when they went out to the bars.

"I'm not sure, I kinda just want to walk around and get a feel for the place. Hopefully there's a bar close by. I definitely want to get a drink tonight." She said to him as she slipped on her sandals and grabbed her wallet. "Ready?"
 
The clothes framed her figure perfectly and Andrew couldn't help thinking what her dad would say if he saw her heading out like that. He nodded and stood up, grabbing one of the key cards for the room and slipping it into his pocket.

"Sounds like a plan." He headed out the door and down the hall toward the elevators. "And I wouldn't worry about finding a bar. We're in the middle of the city, and if all else fails the hotel has one downstairs." He laughed.

They went out through the lobby and onto the street. The streets curved and wound and cars and taxis dodged through traffic. Andrew headed toward the city center, figuring there was more to see there. There was a map in the room, but he figured as long as he could get back to the hotel it didn't really matter. "So what do you want to see?" he asked. "Shopping?,Parks, Museums?"
 
Rachel grabbed a key card as well, slipping it into her wallet, which she stuck in her small over the shoulder bag. She was so excited to take in all the sites and she followed Andrew around, trusting him with directions.

"I wanna see everything! We have a few weeks so I don't care where we start!" She said truthfully. They ended up going to a market place and spent a few hours shopping and interacting with the locals.
 
A few hours later Andrew's feet were a bit sore and he was carrying a few bags full of various purchases from the market in the city's main plaza. They'd paused to eat in the middle of the afternoon in a little bistro before resuming their jaunt. Now it was getting toward evening.

"Well," he suggested after a while, "I suppose we should drop this stuff back at the hotel..." He raise the bags a bit to show what he meant, "so we don't lose them." He started back up the street that would eventually lead to their hotel. "Did you see a bar you want to try, or are we drinking at the hotel?" A part of him wondered what Rachel was like drunk. Well, if it she ended up too drunk to walk home he could always get them a cap. He'd have to be careful they both didn't end up too drunk to get home...
 
The day was so fun, but as expected, on the walk back to the hotel all the exhaustion of the day caught up with her. "I don't know, Andrew. I'm really exhausted and it's only..." Rachel checked her phone. "5? Crap, how is that possible?" She sighed as she trudged on, seeing the hotel down the street.

"Let's put these in the room and just go to the hotel bar for tonight. That way we don't have to walk anymore." She half-complained.
 
Andrew grinned a little. He was adept at reading Rachel's moods and he could tell how run down she must feel if she didn't want to go back out. Of course she had every excuse to be considering the time change.

"Well, it's got a restaurant," he said. "So we can get some food first. That'll revive you a bit, and that way you've got something in your stomach and you won't just pass out when you start drinking," he laughed a little. "I mean, it's just off the lobby, but I still don't want to have to carry you back upstairs." He nudged her playfully with his elbow as they neared the hotel.

He led the way through the lobby and took the elevator, dropping their purchases off in the room before heading back down to the bar.
 
"You're so thoughtful." She joked back and followed him to their room and back down to the bar.

They ordered some food and as they waited, Rachel looked over the drink menu, not knowing what she wanted to drink first.

"What are you going to have?" She asked Andrew. She didn't really know what she'd like. Her friends had told her that anything fruity was always good.

"Sex on the beach sounds good." She said, giving him a smirk.
 
Andrew choaked at little at her suggestion. Happily he'd been taking a drink, so he was able to cover it a little bit. "I'll probably just try one of their beers to start," he said. He'd had cheap beer at parties, but the menu seemed to indicate they had some better quality options here.

"Easier for me to pick since manly men aren't supposed to have those little fruity drinks," he chuckled. "Or we could start with some wine with dinner if you're feeling particularly fancy." He said playfully, affecting an aristocratic accent at he said it.

He'd gotten his second wind, but the jet lag made him a bit less inhibited, and so more talkative and quicker to laugh. His appitite surged back as the food arrived and he began eating. It was excellent. "Well," he looked over to Rachel, "What's your first legal drink going to be?"
 
Rachel laughed with him. They had had a really great day together and she was happy to have a step-brother she enjoyed being around. This was going to be a fun trip.

"Hmm...I don't know. I think I'll have a Sex on the Beach. I can't stop thinking about it now." She winked at him and ordered.
 
Andrew took a guess and ordered a lager. He shook his head at her order, but smiled anyway and felt his cheeks redden a little when she winked at him about the order.

They were finishing their meals when the drinks came. The waiters cleared their plates and charged the check to the room. Andrew took a sip of his beer and nodded. "That's good," he said, brushing the bit of foam from his lip and then taking another, longer drink. He looked over at the colorful cocktail in front of Rachel and raised an eyebrow. "Well, how's sex on the beach?" he asked.
 
Rachel took a sip of her drink. It was very fruity and really delicious. She could easily drink four or five of them. "Oh my god this is amazing! Want to try some?" She asked her brother and slid the drink across the table
 
Andrew leaned forward and took the tall, narrow glass, sipping at the cocktail. He nodded. "Not bad, a bit too sweet, though." He shrugged and leaned back, taking another drink from his beer. "Might leave the fruity drinks to you." He chuckled.

An hour later he was definitely feeling it. Mixed with how tired he was, the drinks were hitting him harder than he'd expected and he was getting a bit loopy. He was still a long way from stumbling around drunk, but his speech was a little louder and less precise.

"Oh man, your dad's gonna be so mad when he sees this bill," his voice slurred some of the words together as he laughed.
 
A few drinks later, Rachel was definitely feeling something. She supposed that 'buzzed' was the appropriate term. She was having such a great time with her step brother. She couldn't wait to see what tomorrow had in store for them. And she couldn't wait to drink with some of the locals. She saw quite a few really cute guys around the city today.

"I'm getting tired." She said as she let a yawn escape. Her words, she noticed were starting to slur. She giggled a little bit. "And our parents said that room service was on them, so...I don't give a fuck." She declared, laughing with him.

"Cmon lets go to bed..." She said as she stood up. The world started spinning and she put a hand to her head to see if that would stop it. "Woah."
 
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