Jana
“So we will be gone for two weeks. Are you sure you don’t want to just come along?” my mother asks, putting the last of her clothes in the suitcase.
I laugh as I plop down on her bed. “Mom, I’m twenty-four years old. I’m pretty sure staying here for two weeks to watch the house isn’t going to be difficult.”
She smiles and shakes her head. “I know that. I just hate that you will be alone. Why doesn’t Zoey come stay with you?”
“Ma, stop. Zo’s excited to have the apartment to herself for two weeks.” I stand up and push her out of the way to zip her suitcase. “You need to stop treating me like I’m a kid.”
“You’ll always be my baby,” she says, pushing my long brown hair off my shoulders. “Zoey only wants that apartment to herself so she can have sex with her boyfriend.” She huffs.
I laugh and pull her suitcase off the bed. “Damn right she does. If I had a boyfriend you bet your ass he’d be here with me.”
“Jana, please I don’t want to hear about your sex life,” she says, applying her lipstick.
“Nothing to hear, Ma,” I groan out.
“Susan, aren’t you ready yet? We need to leave soon if we are going to make our flight,” Jim, my stepdad, says, rushing into the bedroom.
They’ve been married for ten years and he surprised her with a trip to Hawaii for their anniversary. I’m glad she found him, she deserves this happiness. She gave up a lot of herself to raise me alone and it’s something I’ll never forget.
I smile and hand him my mom’s things. “She’s ready. She was just telling me how I’m still a child,” I joke.
“Well, to her you always will be,” he says, giving me a kiss on the cheek. “Don’t burn this place down while we’re gone. I’ll be pissed.”
I laugh walking out of the room. I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t excited to have this huge house to myself for two whole weeks. I love my apartment, but it’s small and Zoey’s a slob. This place is like a damn dream. I may even try to cook something in that gourmet kitchen they just renovated.
“Jana, I left the number of the hotel, just in case I can’t get a cell signal. Do you have enough cash? Jim, give Jana some cash,” she yells, rushing around.
“Ma, relax. I have money I don’t need yours. Stop worrying and go enjoy your anniversary.”
After another twenty minutes of them trying to give me cash, show me how to use all the remotes and teaching me how to set the alarm, they are finally leaving.
My mom wraps me in a tight hug. “Be a good little girl,” she whispers.
“You know I always am.” Which unfortunately is true. Sometimes I just want to do something that is unexpected.
Once they are gone, I look around with a huge smile. All mine, for two weeks anyway. I even took two days off of work so I could just relax and sleep in.
Sitting down on the couch, I flip the TV on and grab my cell phone. I pull up my favorite pizza place, and order a large bacon and pineapple pie. They say it’s going to be an hour, but I don’t care. I decide to go take a long hot shower. Not something I can do at home. We run out of hot water fast, but here it’s endless. Running outside, I grab my toiletry bag out of my car. Closing the door behind me, I laugh to myself when I don’t lock it or set the alarm. Those two act as if they live in the slums, but it’s a beautiful, safe neighborhood. Nothing like where my apartment is.
I set the shower and step in letting the water pound on me. It feels so good letting the water pound my tired muscles. My imagination starts to wonder as my eyes drift closed. The soapy water running down my body, my hands running along my hardened nipples. Snapping my eyes open, I shake my head. God, it’s been so long since anyone has touched me. I miss the feeling of strong hands on my wet body.
Stepping out of the shower, wrapping a huge white fluffy towel around myself, I go back to the guest room, well my room for now. Pulling on my white silk bathrobe, there is no need for a night shirt or hell panties. I’m here alone. Plus, having this material rub against my naked body feels fucking amazing.
Brushing my hair, I pull it off my face, before going to watch some TV, before the pizza gets here. Taking a detour into the kitchen to get a drink, I stop dead in my tracks. Letting out an involuntary scream, but I’m rooted in place.
“What the fuck?” the guy standing in the kitchen says, grabbing his chest. “You scared the shit out of me.”
I scared him? Who the fuck is this and why is he in my mom’s kitchen.
I stare at him waiting for him to say something, but he just stands there looking all sexy as fuck. Wait, what the fuck.
“Umm who the fuck are you and what the hell are you doing in my mom’s kitchen?” I yell, holding my robe tightly closed.
A smirk spreads across his face, his ridiculously handsome face, and he runs his hand through his hair. “This is your mom’s kitchen?”
“Look, I don’t know what the fuck you want, but I’m going to ask you nicely to get the fuck out of here before I call the cops,” I say, trying to sound tougher than I am.
He tosses his head back laughing and I’m beginning to think he’s crazy. A fucking crazy man is standing a few feet away from me and I’m going to die. He’s laughing about all the ways he’s going to torture me before he kills me and no one will know for at least two weeks.
“I’m not going anywhere, sweetheart,” he says.
Damn, I wish I would have had some mind blowing sex before I died. This is going to suck.
“Yeah, so I’m going to call the cops now,” I say as I slowly back away from him.
“Good, tell them Jim’s son is home,” he says with a laugh.
Jim’s son? What the fuck?
“You’re Jim’s son, Shawn?” I ask completely shocked. I’m sure it shows on my face, but damn they haven’t talked in years and now he’s standing in the kitchen.
“And you’re Jana, Susan’s daughter,” he comes back with, letting his eyes roam all over my body. “You always walk around like this in front of people?”
What a prick, hot as fuck, but still a prick.
He stands in front of me and I’m surrounded by his smell. It’s a mix of expensive cologne and scotch. His intense blue eyes lock onto mine, holding me in place.
“I guess I’m your stepbrother.”