JENN
The date with Kevin was a disaster; he turned out to be a chauvinist. I don’t know how I had agreed to see him, but as soon we sat for dinner and he tried to order for me, I knew it was time to leave. I had been tempted to come home and spend the rest of the day with Tyler, but I was still mad at him for hanging out with Stacey. Instead, I spent the rest of the day shopping, making sure I didn’t get home until late.
The next morning, I spread all the things I had purchased on the bed and had just stripped to my underwear, ready to try them on, when I heard a knock on my door. Thinking it was my stepmom as my dad hardly came to my room and I knew Tyler was avoiding me, I asked the person to come in.
“Hey,” Tyler said softly.
“Gosh, don’t you ever knock?” I said, trying to grab a tee shirt off the bed.
“I did and you said come in.”
“I thought it was Lauren at the door.”
“Well, it’s me,” Tyler said.
I waited for him to leave the room or at least turn away from me while I dressed, but he stood staring at me like he’d never seen a near-naked woman before. I scrambled around for a tee-shirt but could only find a towel. I quickly wrapped it around me.
“What’s up?” I asked casually, sitting on my bed, pretending that having my stepbrother standing right in front of me while I was almost naked on the bed was not unusual.
“I wanted to ask how your date went. You came home late.”
“Yes. You were waiting up for me?” I asked, shifting. I noticed his eyes roaming my body, undressing what was left of my dignity. I felt an instant warmth spread through my body. This wasn’t happening to me. I crossed and uncrossed my legs, and his eyes widened. Gosh, I didn’t mean to make it worse. This would be a good time for him to leave my room.
“Well, no. Yes. Kind of,” he said.
“Kind of?” I asked, confused.
“Well, I wanted to make sure you got home okay, with Dad and Mom being at work late and all that.”
“Oh, I see. Thanks. I got home okay.”
He nodded. He walked to my bed and picked up a new negligee I had spread out on the bed. “Kevin buy these?” he asked me as he put them back on the bed; his voice seemed a little sober.
“What is it to you?” I asked, trying to hold back the laughter building inside of me. He was jealous! Tyler was insanely jealous of a potential boyfriend? Why?
“Nothing. He has good taste,” he replied, putting it down and turning to go.
“He didn’t. I bought them myself. Kevin turned out to be someone I would never talk to again.” I looked at Tyler, and his face had brightened up considerably.
“What did he do?” he asked, a little too happy.
“Wanted to order my dinner for me.”
Tyler started laughing and I joined him. “I’m guessing that didn’t work out well.”
“No, it didn’t. So I went shopping for new stuff.”
He looked at the new stuff I bought – five pairs of panties and some bras, each more provocative than the other. I had meant to get a couple of tee-shirts but had ended up buying a lot more than I had needed.
“Very nice,” he said.
I smiled, refraining from telling him that all I could think of as I was buying those panties was him. That would be inappropriate. “You think?” I asked, touching the panties again, like it was the most natural thing in the world to discuss my underwear with my brother.
“I think,” Tyler said with a sly smile.
That was all it took for me to come up with a crazy idea, which sounded completely absurd after the words left my mouth. “Should I model them for you?” Without waiting for his answer, I got up to lock my door. I felt Tyler’s eyes follow me from the bed to the door. Even though I had my back turned to him, I could feel his eyes boring into my half naked body.
“Oh, it’s just us at home,” he stammered as I turned to face him, exposing my nakedness to him like I never had for anyone. “Gosh, Jenn, you can’t do this to me.” He shifted around on the bed rather uncomfortably.
“Are you okay?” I asked. Before he could answer, my eyes dropped to his groin. He was sporting a full-fledged hard on that threatened to burst out of the sweat pants. The naughty part of me wanted to point it out to him and maybe make fun of him, but the sensible part of me ignored him and pretended I was engrossed in trying on the new underwear. If watching me walk across the room aroused him so much, how much more turned on would he get when I undressed in front of him?
“So, which one first?” I asked, jumping onto the bed again, like hanging out half-naked with my stepbrother was natural.
“The pink one?” He pointed to the pink and black polka dotted bra and panty set. It was actually my favorite, and I was more than happy to try it on.
“Sure, I’ll be right back,” I said as I grabbed the set and walked to my bathroom.
“Wait,” he said. “Where are you going?”
“Do you think I’m going to change in front of you? We’re too old for that,” I said, smiling. When we were younger, getting undressed in front of each other had been no big deal, but things had changed. I had grown a set of boobs, and apparently, he had grown a rather large dick. I was not going to be around him naked unless I was prepared for the outcome I knew was inevitable.
“I was hoping,” he said as he laid back on the bed and watched me walk to my bathroom. “But that would be inappropriate.”
I nodded and cursed under my breath as I walked into the bathroom. What won’t I give to have him in my arms!