The roar of the shower head still echoed faintly in my ears as I reached for the fluffy towel, a wave of heat washing over me even after the water had stopped. Then came the gasp. It wasn’t the startled yelp of someone catching you off guard, but something deeper, laced with shock. I looked up, heart skipping a beat, to find Teresa standing there in the hallway, duffel bags piled at her feet like colorful obstacles.
Her mouth hung slightly open, eyes fixated on me with an intensity that made my stomach tighten. It was one thing for Mom or Dad to catch me grabbing a towel after a shower – they’d probably just grunt something about modesty – but Teresa...she wasn’t known for her polite aversions. My naked body felt suddenly exposed .“Hello sis,” I managed, hoping my voice didn’t crack as much as it sounded in my head. “What brings you home?”
For a beat, she just stared – really stared. Her gaze bounced from my bare chest down to my exposed cock and then back up again, lingering on my face for an uncomfortably long moment. She looked like she’d swallowed a lemon whole, and her cheeks were flushed pink. Finally, she managed a strangled statement, “Ethan, dammit, why don’t you shut the door? What if mom or dad saw you?”
“Mom and dad are on vacation in Mexico,” I told her gesturing vaguely with my hand to emphasize my point. “And will not be back until next Saturday.” The last bit was clipped, a touch defensive. I’d assumed – foolishly- that being home alone for the week meant just me and maybe the occasional pizza delivery guy.
“I thought I would be all alone for the week,” I added, feeling suddenly self-conscious about the way my chest puffed out with every breath. “Didn’t know you would be visiting.”
She huffed, a puff of air escaping her nostrils. Looking me over one more time,“Well,” she muttered, starting to drag one of her duffel bags down the hallway, “I will put my things in my old bedroom.” She disappeared down the hallway and seconds later I heard the unmistakable slam of her bedroom door.
It was so quiet after that, even the faint dripping from the shower faucet seemed amplified. For a moment, I just stood there, towel clenched between my hands, feeling absurdly exposed. The air felt charged with something unspoken, leaving me both uneasy and inexplicably excited. What the hell had just happened? Was she annoyed? Embarrassed for me? Or was there something else in those startled eyes of hers when they met mine?
Teresa stood with her back pressed against the door, a sigh escaping her lips like smoke from a smoldering ember. The weight of the day – the brutal argument with Mark, the sting of his betrayal, the crushing realization that she was alone – threatened to pull her under. Eight months ago, they’d found out she couldn’t have children, and it had been downhill ever since. The spark in their marriage had died, replaced by a chilling indifference. Two days ago, she’d walked into their bedroom to find him tangled with another woman, his face buried deep in her blonde hair.
It felt like someone had ripped the heart out of her chest and stomped on it for good measure. She’d packed a suitcase, grabbed the essentials from their closet, and stormed out without looking back. A quick call to Mom – who was blissfully ignorant, as usual – confirmed she could crash at home until she figured things out.
She hadn’t expected the house to be empty. However, the thought of finding her little brother, Ethan, standing naked in the bathroom had felt like a punch to the gut. It was so…unexpectedly hot. Her gaze lingered on his lean frame and sculpted muscles – all hard lines and sun-kissed skin – before she’d practically bolted into her room.
She stripped bare with the door closed behind her and laid down on her bed. Teresa let out a low moan as the memory of that image flooded back. It wasn’t just his nakedness that ignited something deep within her. It was the way he’d stood there, so nonchalant about being caught in his birthday suit. The easy confidence of it all, and how those damn eyes – usually full of youthful mischief – had held such a captivating intensity.
Her mouth hung slightly open, eyes fixated on me with an intensity that made my stomach tighten. It was one thing for Mom or Dad to catch me grabbing a towel after a shower – they’d probably just grunt something about modesty – but Teresa...she wasn’t known for her polite aversions. My naked body felt suddenly exposed .“Hello sis,” I managed, hoping my voice didn’t crack as much as it sounded in my head. “What brings you home?”
For a beat, she just stared – really stared. Her gaze bounced from my bare chest down to my exposed cock and then back up again, lingering on my face for an uncomfortably long moment. She looked like she’d swallowed a lemon whole, and her cheeks were flushed pink. Finally, she managed a strangled statement, “Ethan, dammit, why don’t you shut the door? What if mom or dad saw you?”
“Mom and dad are on vacation in Mexico,” I told her gesturing vaguely with my hand to emphasize my point. “And will not be back until next Saturday.” The last bit was clipped, a touch defensive. I’d assumed – foolishly- that being home alone for the week meant just me and maybe the occasional pizza delivery guy.
“I thought I would be all alone for the week,” I added, feeling suddenly self-conscious about the way my chest puffed out with every breath. “Didn’t know you would be visiting.”
She huffed, a puff of air escaping her nostrils. Looking me over one more time,“Well,” she muttered, starting to drag one of her duffel bags down the hallway, “I will put my things in my old bedroom.” She disappeared down the hallway and seconds later I heard the unmistakable slam of her bedroom door.
It was so quiet after that, even the faint dripping from the shower faucet seemed amplified. For a moment, I just stood there, towel clenched between my hands, feeling absurdly exposed. The air felt charged with something unspoken, leaving me both uneasy and inexplicably excited. What the hell had just happened? Was she annoyed? Embarrassed for me? Or was there something else in those startled eyes of hers when they met mine?
Teresa stood with her back pressed against the door, a sigh escaping her lips like smoke from a smoldering ember. The weight of the day – the brutal argument with Mark, the sting of his betrayal, the crushing realization that she was alone – threatened to pull her under. Eight months ago, they’d found out she couldn’t have children, and it had been downhill ever since. The spark in their marriage had died, replaced by a chilling indifference. Two days ago, she’d walked into their bedroom to find him tangled with another woman, his face buried deep in her blonde hair.
It felt like someone had ripped the heart out of her chest and stomped on it for good measure. She’d packed a suitcase, grabbed the essentials from their closet, and stormed out without looking back. A quick call to Mom – who was blissfully ignorant, as usual – confirmed she could crash at home until she figured things out.
She hadn’t expected the house to be empty. However, the thought of finding her little brother, Ethan, standing naked in the bathroom had felt like a punch to the gut. It was so…unexpectedly hot. Her gaze lingered on his lean frame and sculpted muscles – all hard lines and sun-kissed skin – before she’d practically bolted into her room.
She stripped bare with the door closed behind her and laid down on her bed. Teresa let out a low moan as the memory of that image flooded back. It wasn’t just his nakedness that ignited something deep within her. It was the way he’d stood there, so nonchalant about being caught in his birthday suit. The easy confidence of it all, and how those damn eyes – usually full of youthful mischief – had held such a captivating intensity.
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