The Fixer-Upper (closed)

“Yeah, hey, uhm, sorry,” I said, my face blushing red as she looked at me with concern. My morning wood was painful in that moment, and as I pulled myself up into a sitting position, I realized that my throbbing member had made its way out of the slit in the front of my boxers, and was standing hard and tall in my lap like a god damn flag pole.

“I didn’t mean to, uh, you know,” I said, rolling away from her now and standing up, my back to her. Utterly embarrassed. “I’m sorry,” I said. “I, uh, think I need some coffee or something…” One thing I had definitely remembered to pack was my coffee maker, but it was out in my luggage in the garage. “I’ll go get the coffee pot,” I said, and started to walk away, thankful I could keep my back to her as I did, and wondering how much she had seen of me.
 
I watched him stumbling with his words as he sat up and then-

"Fuck!" I hissed under my breath as my eyes flicked down. To his crotch. His cock was full mast, tall, thick and angry. My cheeks flushed a deep red and I looked away quickly, trying and failing to pretend I hadn't seen it. As he made his getaway I bit my lip, the sight of his member causing a forbidden rush of lust to course through me. I groaned as I fell back on the mattress and took a deep breath. The first night in a new house was always hard, I told myself. Then, knowing that we had lot to do, I searched through my clothes for something respectable and made my way to the bathroom to get ready for the day.

After a second self imposed cold shower in twenty four hours I returned to the kitchen, dressed in a baggy tshirt and some old jeans.

"So," I said, finding Tommy again and hoping the coffee was ready, "more painting? Once we are done in my room we should hit yours. Then the pool. I would kill for a swim," I said. When I looked at him the memory of his stunning cock came back to me and closed my eyes for a moment, cursing my own brain. "I will also call the telephone company and get internet set up. I might do our first grocery shop online..." I trailed off, hoping desperately for any conversation to distract me from the picture of Tommy and his cock.
 
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I had rushed out to the garage, and by the time I had found both my coffee machine and the actual ground coffee and returned to the kitchen, I could hear the shower running. I set about making coffee, and once the water was dripping, I went back to my luggage and found some clothes for the day, selecting some mesh gym shorts and an old, frayed and torn wifebeater.

I was just taking my first sips of coffee when she joined me in the kitchen. I nodded along with her assessment of the house. “Might as well get as much of the painting done at once, while we’re doing it,” I said. I looked forward to getting the pool open as well. The thought of Naomi in a bikini was more than enough to properly inspire me.

I tried my best to shake the thought out of my head. We had a lot of work to do, and the more distracted I was, the less would get accomplished.

“Thank you for taking care of the internet,” I said with a smile, downing my coffee and refilling my mug. “We should just have a little trim touch-up on your room, and then we can get you all moved in there,” I suggested.
 
"Great!" I said, finishing my coffee in a rush rather than savouring it like I usually did. I put the cup in the sink and then made my way to my room. It was still quite early, and I doubted the phone company would be open yet. I looked around and grinned.

"You did a good job yesterday!" I called out to Tommy, "No wonder you worked up a sweat!"

I went over to where he left the paint and gave it a quick mix before picking a brush.

"How about I do all the bottom half and you do the top? No point you bending down or me climbing a ladder. Might as well let our heights do some of the work for us," I joked, looking at his hulking form. I thought once more about another hulking part of him, but pushed it away quickly. I had to concentrate. Plus, he was my step-brother, nothing good would come of my terribly lustful thoughts.

I scanned the walls for a place to start and zeroed in on a zone beneath the window. Perfect. I went over, squatting slightly and bending over as I got to work.
 
I joined her in her new bedroom, nodding at her plan and picking up a brush. It didn’t take very long at all before we had the painting all done to her satisfaction, and we were cleaning up and moving her mattress into the room and getting her properly set up.

“We’re gonna need to get us some furniture,” I said. It was a busy but productive day. We headed out and picked up some cheap, refurbished dressers and got some lunch. I painted my bedroom through the afternoon while Naomi set up the kitchen (I had brought a bunch of our parents’ old kitchen appliances, utensils, pots and pans and plates and cups along with me, while they had gotten new stuff). Late in the afternoon we surveyed the backyard and then made another trip out, hitting the hardware store for tools to get the yard cleaned up and get the pool and hot tub up and running. We grabbed some dinner and spent the evening, until it was too dark to work, out in the yard.

By the end of the day we were sweaty, dirty and exhausted, but in a good way. I opened up one of the beers and collapsed in a chair in the kitchen. “You can have the first shower,” I offered.
 
It had been a great day. Tommy and I finished up the painting in my room, got his done, picked a bit of furniture and got everything we needed for the pool. I had also put an online order in for the groceries, and as it was our first it was huge. It would be great when if arrived, as I had fleshed out our kitchen with a stack of stuff Tommy had gotten from our parents. We even managed to get some work done in the yard before it got dark.

With all of the work and business I barely had time to think about my abuse, or last night, or even the morning. There was so much going on that I was mentally and physically exhausted by the end of the day, and I loved it. I grinned, pleased for the chance to take the first shower, and eagerly ducked into the bathroom. We had moved everything to the bedroom, but the bedframe itself still needed to be built. It was something we could do inside though, so we had decided to deal with the garden before we lost light.

The shower was divine. As much as I wanted to stay in there all night, I didn't want to risk using up all the nice hot water. So it was with a great sense of reluctance that I turned the water off. As I stepped out of the cubicle I heard my phone ringing. I snatched my towel and wrapped it around me, still dripping wet, and dashed out of the room. My phone was on the floor in the lounge room so I snatched it up. Taylor.

"Shower's yours!" I called out to Tommy, this was probably going to be a long conversation. I went into my bedroom to get dressed as I chatted to my friend.
 
I was in Naomi’s bedroom, assembling the frame for the bed, when I heard her call out that she was done in the shower. I was determined to get the bedframe finished, however, so that her mattress would no longer be leaning against the freshly painted wall.

So I continued working, and I was probably just as shocked as she was to see her walk in, talking on the phone, and toss her bath towel aside, suddenly standing naked before me!

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“Oh damn,” I said, the words tumbling out of my mouth before I could stop them. “I was just putting your bedframe together…”
 
As I entered my room I chucked my towel aside. It wasn't until I heard Tommy's voice that I noticed he was even in there.

"Holy fu-" I dropped my phone on the ground in my scramble to retrieve my towel, all my attempts to cover my glistening naked body failing miserably. When I got the towel I held it up against me and put my back against the wall. My cheeks were deep red and I did everything I could to avoid eye contact with my step-brother. After the heat of the shower my room was relatively cool, and I did't need to look down to know that my nipples were peaked and most likely poking out in contrast to the sopping wet towel that clung to my breasts.

"Uh yeah, great. Thanks! Shower's free...." I spluttered, looking towards the door, my chest heaving with the shock and my rushed efforts to cover my body.

Shit. This morning I had seen his huge cock, tonight he saw my- well- my everything. Could this day be any more awkward?

Hellooo? Naomi? Earth to Naomi!

I carefully picked my phone up off the floor, trying to keep the towel against my body and hiding me with one hand while I used the other to get the phone. I gave Tommy an apologetic shrug and bit my lip.

Naomi? You okay?

"Yeah, yeah, I'm good," I said, finally getting the phone back in place, still clutching the towel to my body with one arm. "Sorry about that Taylor. What were you saying?"
 
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“Sorry, sorry…” I mumbled, shaking my head and trying to look away from her lithe, glistening form, but my eyes fixated for what seemed like forever on her tits, those hard little nipple buds. It only last a half a second, I’m sure, as she was quickly grasping for her towel and then covering herself, and I blushed as hard as she did as I quickly slid past her, still mumbling apologies.

I got to the bathroom and shut the door, leaned back against it, squeezed my eyes shut. Good God but she was perfect. All I could see in my mind’s eye was that hot little body riding me with abandon.

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I blinked. I turned on the water, nice and cool, and peeled off my dirty clothes from the day. I considered jerking off, just to relieve the tension for myself, but then there was a knock at the door and I could hear my sister’s voice…
 
The conversation was much shorter than Naomi had expected. It turned out that Taylor had invited some guy out to dinner, saying that her and a group of people were all hanging out. It wasn't a date, she'd told him, but she told Naomi that she wanted it to be. So, to cover her arse and save her from looking like a liar, Taylor asked Naomi and Tommy to tag along. Naomi and Tommy hadn't any dinner plans yet, so Naomi agreed to run it by her step brother. So, despite her face still bring warm from her mistake a couple of minutes ago she went and knocked on the bathroom door

"Tommy? Uh, sorry to interrupt. Just wondering if you wanted to go out for dinner with a friend of mine and some guy she likes? It would be nice for you to meet her..." I trail off, leaning against the door in my pyjamas
 
I pulled open the shower curtain when Naomi started talking to me, making sure I was covered from my hips down… but also well aware that my dripping wet, well-cut torso was on display for the moment.

We had both basically seen each other naked at this point. I wasn’t going to be lewd and completely expose myself to her again, but it was a fact that altered things between us, minutely. I nodded in agreement. “That sounds fun,” I told her, with a smile. I looked at her standing there in her little summer pajama set.

“That’s a cute outfit,” I told her with a bit of a smirk. “Is it a pajama dinner party?”
 
When the door opened Tommy was out of the shower, water running down the contours of his well sculpted chest. It almost knocked the heath from me. He seemed more than comfortable standing before me in his towel, so I played it cool. Even though it was very, very hot.

"Oh ha ha," I said, rolling my eyes at his quip. "I wasn't sure you'd be up for it." I kept my eyes trained on his face despite the almost overwhelming temptation to look lower.

"I'll go get ready. It is a nice bar, so dressy casual, okay?"

With that I turned and made my way to my room, trying to figure out what to wear and letting Taylor know we'd meet her there.

~*~

An hour later Tommy and I were walking into Romeo's, the nice bar that was popular with the local university kids. At this time of night it was already quite full, and we had to push through a few groups of semi-inebriated twenty-something's to get to the small selection of dining tables. When Taylor saw me her eyes dashed to Tommy and I saw an appreciative glint in them. I looked at the guy she had conned into coming out with her, he was one of the first years from her arts course. He was cute, even if he was a bit on the skittish side.

I'd chosen to wear a nice flowy red summer dress that stopped just above my knees and a strappy pair of white heels, by hair was held back in an artfully messy loose bun and I hadn't bothered to put a necklace on, leaving my skin bare from neck to cleavage.

Taylor waved us over and I took Tommy's hand guiding him though the tables.

"Hey Taylor, hi Rick." I said as Tommy and I sunk into two vacant seats at the table.

"Hi guys. Nice to finally meet you Tommy," Taylor waved at Tommy with a bright smile. Taylor then looked at me, a mischievous glint in her eyes.

"Tommy is Naomi's boyfriend, long distance... He's just moved up to start college. Cute, huh?" Taylor said, speaking casually as if this were old news. My lips popped open in surprise and I looked at Tommy. Pretending to be with Tommy was not what I had agreed to. My eyes flickered to Tommy, wondering if he would play along. I would happily tell Taylor no if he was uncomfortable
 
I got myself dressed in a pair of sharp, tight jeans and a button-up collared shirt, sleeves rolled up, doing my best to look as presentable as my step-sister did. “You look great,” I told her when she came out of her room. I couldn’t help but the unexpected fair bit of cleavage really tied the outfit together… but I didn’t dare say that, of course!

The bar experience was new to me. All the half-drunk patrons, all just slightly older than me it seemed, reminded me of a couple of house parties I had gone to, particularly that post-prom party…

We found her friend, Taylor, who promptly introduced us as boyfriend-and-girlfriend. I was a bit taken aback, but I immediately recognized Naomi’s “just play along” glance at me when I caught her eye. I smirked.

“I’ll tell you what, I have been waiting for this for months!” I said. I leaned forward. “It’s kind of hush-hush though. My parents think I’m staying with some friends for the summer, to get used to town. And her parents have no idea I’ve moved in with her.”

I put my arm around her and pulled her in close to me. “They would so totally flip if they knew what was really going on!”
 
When Tommy put his arm around me I had to fight my natural instinct to stiffen up. I cast Taylor a look that promised retribution before covering it with a smile.

"I have a place in that old development," I said, "we are working on fixing it up. You two should come over when it is more presentable, we have a spare bedroom you could stay in!" I said. Now it was Rick's turn to have wide eyes.

"Oh, Taylor and I aren't together..." He rushed to say, though there was q hang in his words that indicated that maybe he would like them to be.

"Right!" Taylor interrupted before I could say anything else. "Shall we order something to eat?" She chucked a menu at Tommy and I.

Once we had ordered Taylor dragged me to the bathroom and apologised (though she wasn't sorry at all) about springing the whole couple thing on us. Her plan was for us to have dinner with her, then hit the dancefloor for long enough for her to break the ice with Rick, then we could go and they could get some alone time. She said she hoped I didn't mind, and that at least Tommy was a hottie ("Too bad he's your brother!"). Stepbrother, I thought, not that I bothered to correct her. I grumbled that it was okay before plastering a smile on my face and making my way back to the table to rejoin the guys who looked as though they had been chatting in our absence.
 
The girls got up to go use the “powder room” as my Dad liked to call it, and I was left sitting with Rick. I did my best to be social, asking him about the Uni and classes and teachers and such, but then he turned the topic of conversation back to the girls.

Well, back to my sister. Step-sister.

“Your girlfriend is fucking hot man. What’s she like? She a freak in the sheets, huh?” Rick asked. I know I was blushing. This was my sister we were talking about. But I knew I couldn’t let that slip.

“Yeah, dude, she’s pretty amazing,” I said, as vaguely as I could.

“Here, dude, take some of this,” he said, and slid a plastic baggie to me. It contained a football-shaped blue pill. I shook my head.

“I don’t need any help in that department, dude,” I said.

“It’s not about help, man, it’s about screwin her all fucking night long. You’ll blow your load again and again, I swear it’s the fucking best.”

I looked at him. I knew my Dad had these, but I had never tried them. The whole “seek medical attention if you experience an erection lasting longer than four hours” thing kinda scared me off it. I took it because I saw the girls coming back from the bathroom and wanted to shut him up about it.
 
"Hope you two weren't gossiping too much!" Taylor said as we slipped back into our seats. I rolled my eyes but the food arrived and topics soon turned to casual topics, like how finals went, and gossip about mutual friends. I eyed my food, nose scrunching up when I realised it was nothing like the menu described. Tommy's, on the other hand, looked delicious. I reached across, stabbing some of his food with my fork and tasting it.

"Mmmm..." I moaned appreciatively, "You always pick the tastier meals!" I grinned at him, playing up the whole boyfriend girlfriend thing.

"So, you guys know any engineering students we can introduce Tommy to?" I asked, nudging bim playfully.
 
“I’m sure I’ll meet plenty once school actually starts. It’s summer though! We should enjoy it!” I gobbled down the last bite of my food, hungry after all the work we had put in that day. “You know, we have a pool at the new place. You guys should come enjoy it some time.”

At this point in the evening, the music from the other side of the bar was starting to get louder, and people were dancing. I could see Taylor was getting antsy for some alone time with Rick. I looked at Naomi, and gave her a sly smile. “You wanna dance?” I asked her, raising my eyebrows a bit in suggestion.
 
Did I want to dance with Tommy? Fuck, what a loaded question! If he wasn't my step brother we would be on the dance floor already. But surely a step-brother and step-sister carving it up on the dance floor wasn't a good idea, was it? With Taylor and Rick looking on there was no real choice though, and a naughty little part of me was glad for it.

"Would I miss a chance to dance with you?" I asked with a grin, getting to my feet and stretching my limbs. "Let's go big guy," I grasped his hand and led Tommy through the crowd of drunken swaying bodies. I pulled us right into the middle, away from my friend's prying eyes, and held his hands, a little awkward now we were actually here. The music, which a moment ago had been decidedly bouncy, changed into something low and smooth, the dancers around us instinctively pulling their partners in closer. I put one of my hands on Tommy's chest tentatively, biting my lip to ward off a hum of approval at the feel of his firm, hot muscles beneath the crisp fabric of his shirt. I looked up at him, an eyebrow raised, as if to check he was comfortable with the contact. I was. Far more so than I would care to admit. My cheeks flushed at the thoughts racing through my mind.
 
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Lost in the crowd, hand in hand, we were just another couple in the bar. Her hand on my chest sent a shiver through me, and one of my hands went to her hip and pulled her close to me. Even with her heels on, the top of her head barely came over my shoulder. I liked the feel of her firm breasts pressed into my torso. I took a deep breath, recalling for a moment the hell she had been through, and then pushing it out of my mind.

My other hand found the small of her back, my fingers caressing into her skin. Even in the smokey bar, when I leaned over a bit I could still smell the sweet scent of her shampoo.

“So, are we gonna have to make out to really sell this?” I asked her with a smirk, eyeing Taylor and Rick in our booth, doing exactly that.
 
Every nerve in my body was on fire as Tommy pulled my up against him. His form was firm and unrelenting in all of the right places, and his hands on my hip and the small of my back made my knees feel weak. My breath came in sharp bursts as I struggled to disengage the intimacy in my mind. He was just acting for the benefit of my friend.. Surely he had no true interest in me. And even if he did...

But then he spoke.

His words made my finger clench a little tighter against his chest, I looked up at him, so high above me. His face was shadowed by the dimness of the room, lit up by spontaneous bursts of lighting. If we were the same height, or even close to the same, I would have pressed my cheek against his as I spoke, instead I settled for a suggestive look, my body instinctively arching up in a feeble attempt to try to reach him.

"I think they're too busy to notice if we do or don't..." My voice trailed off, my hand sliding from his chest to the back of his neck. "I bet we could give Catherine and Sebastian a run for their money..." I said, only half joking. I wasn't sure what had gotten into me, but being this close to Tommy, warm and safe in his familiar arms...
 
I could just barely hear her words over the music and the din of chatter in the bar, but her mention of Catherine and Sebastian fueled a rush of blood to my loins, creating an uncomfortable stiffness below, especially as her hand pressed into my chest and then caressed the back of my neck.

I gave her a playful wink. All I wanted to do was lean down and kiss her, and it seemed from the way she was looking at me that she was inviting me to do just that.

So why didn’t I? I was about to, but I suddenly heard a squeal behind me and a push, and then something cold and wet all down my back! “Ah, fuck!” I swore, turning and seeing a girl, obviously drunk, looking up at me with an embarrassed look on her face and an empty cup in her hand, the contents of which had been spilled all over me!

“Oh my God I am so sorry!” she slurred.

“It’s okay,” I said, shaking my head, and turning back to Naomi. “I’m soaked, she spilled her drink all over me.”
 
We were so close, our eyes meeting as I realised that this might actually happen... We might actually kiss. But then a little cry, Tommy swears and his body jerks. And the moment is gone. Lost but not forgotten.

I looked at Tommu'sq drink spilled back and didn't know whether to thank the girl or yell at her for the interruption.

"Guess that makes it home time," I grumbled. I took Tommy's hand and led him off the dance floor and over to Taylor and Rick. They kindly take a moment from their making out to commiserate over the wet shirt situation and bid us farewell. Then we head back out to my car and we're off back home. As I drive I cant shake a sense of frustration.
 
“Well that was kind of a shitty way to end a fun night out,” I said as we were headed back to the house. The frustration in the air between us was palpable. I looked out the window. Maybe it was for the best that the kiss was avoided. We weren’t blood but she was still my sister and it was wrong to take it to that level, wasn’t it?

“I could really use a beer though,” I said, half grumbling to myself. I got the sense I had disappointed Naomi, and that really was a terrible feeling.
 
I laughed at his beer comment, my mood softening.

"I think I need another shower," Naomi sighed, "a cold one... Look, I'm sorry about the whole boyfriend girlfriend thing, I honestly had no idea she would spring that on us!"
 
“Hey, no worries there, that was actually kinda fun,” I said, scratching my head and blushing a bit as we pulled to a stop in front of the house.

“Just kinda makes you wonder how things might have turned out in an alternate universe or something.” Not that I would have ever had a chance with her back in high school, or even now in college!

I reached over and touched her hand. “But you can tell Taylor that if she needs us to play a couple again, I’m totally down,” I said with a playful wink.
 
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