Chapter FOUR
Stick
My father attempts a bear hug but it's tricky with me being way bigger than him, no longer the skinny runt he once knew me as. We opt for a round of hearty slaps on the back. It saddens me to feel how Dad's losing the virile strength in his body.
“Let's get a beer. My god, how I've waited to share a beer with my son, now at last he's twenty-one.”
“Twenty two,” I remind him.
We head downstairs, my dad leading me, but not before I throw one more glance at Scherri. Just to let her know we're nowhere near done with the catch up.
Fuck, she looks incredible. I guess she was always kinda cute as a kid but now, all grown up, she's a damn sexy, hot one. If my army buddies ever got to clap eyes on her, a new war would break out in the race to conquer her. I'm first defense and they'd have to get through me first. I'd take on anyone to win Scherri, as a man. But what's the likelihood that she'll ever see me that way?
Zilch.
Not after being firmly stuck in the friend zone since we were eleven years old. You never come out of there, right? And I'm not even sure we can call ourselves friends after five years of complete no-go zone.
Scherri seems friendly and pleased to see me again. There's even a hint of something warmer in her eyes, but who can tell how she really feels? She was always considerate of other people's feelings – perhaps she can see how beat up I am underneath my resilient facade. Perhaps she's just being 'kind'. And while that's great, I realize I want so much more from her.
I was a fucking jerk to be so uptight with her about moving. Not wanting to admit the truth even to myself of the extent of my feelings for her. Even five years back I wanted out of the friend zone and to be more to Scherri so her leaving was a kick in the groin. Knowing she didn't feel the same about me was a hurt I'd never let her see. Never let anyone see.
Dad tosses me a beer and heads for the TV lounge. The place he and I spent my formative years hanging after Mom died. I pass mine to Scherri and she takes it with a 'thanks'.
“Ah, right. Of course, you just turned twenty-one too Scheherazade. I almost forgot.”
Dad opens the fridge again and tosses me a second beer with a wistful grin. I guess he was hoping for some alone time together, just me and him like the old days. But those days disappeared the instant he began his affair with Scherri's mom.
I knew what they were doing long before they knew I knew and it was the first time I kept anything secret from Scherri. I had no idea how to tell her I had a pretty damn good idea of why her mother was uninterested in her own family and acting snotty with her husband. And there was no way I'd be the one to dump that pain on her. In a way I aided and abetted their relationship, covering up for them that time Scherri dropped by when her Mom was in my dad's office and some heavy panting was coming through the door, trying to keep Scherri from finding out.
The old den has been spruced up a little now. More than a little. There are even some weirdly incongruous embroidered pillows, that no way in hell my dad chose to add to the masculine décor.
Scherri bends over to grab first one, then another and toss them, face down, at the end of the sofa. One flies off onto the floor and she reluctantly goes to retrieve it.
I can't keep my eyes off her. It's like she's an industrial strength magnet and I'm the tiny iron filings drawn toward her. She has me locked on and loaded. And then, she bends all the way over to grab the pillow and her short denim skirt rides up her sweet thighs. All the way up to the crease at the top where I receive a flash of her pink panties and my heart drops to my nuts. My cock is unfurled in a second and that big bastard starts thumping to be let out.
Without my permission, the image of placing a hand on Sherri's lower back fills my head. Pinning her in that position while the other yanks her panties to one side and slides into her wet spread. So hot, so soaked and slippery with her desire for me already in place. Her little clit swells hard with need for my fingers stroking across the sensitive point but I can't hold back. Not after waiting for her so fucking long. Hearing her hitch of breath, in a nanosecond I've shoved one finger, then another, inside her pussy and felt that tight tunnel tug with lust for more, even while she gasps with surprise.
Holding her immobile, I unhook my belt, lower my zipper and free my burning hot steel. The round head sits so perfectly in her dripping pussy mouth and with a firm thrust I glide all the way up her channel, feeling the divine relief of her snug embrace the entire length of the beast.
“So it must be nice for you two – to be step siblings,” Dad says and I feel my dick instantly soften.
Jesus fuck.
“You were so tight for so long, you must feel like real brother and sister,” he continues.
Yeah, totally curled up and died. Thinking of being balls deep inside my 'sister' ruins the mood faster than the thought of old grannies.
I steal a glance over at Scherri and see her cheeks are a hot pink that she tries to disguise by taking a long slug from the bottle. She's just as embarrassed by the thought of us as siblings as I am, but why?
“So we've all got a bunch of catching up to do,” Dad blithely carries on. “What've you been up to the last five years, Son?”
My eyes snap back to Scherri and I see she's seated on the sofa, her legs folded up beneath her, affording me a delectable view up the length of her smooth thighs. She's fixed on my face, round-eyed, but I have to tear away from her.
It's too much.
My cock starts shifting and rising uncomfortably and I can hardly resettle the bastard, sitting here in front of my father and my, my – Scherri.
She was my best friend but I will never think of her as my sister. Our parents may have bonded themselves into a family unit but that has nothing to do with Scherri and I. We've never even lived in the family home together. Unless this is me digging in mud looking for justification of my filthy fucking feelings for her.
Tension fills the spacious room. Partly both of them waiting expectantly for my deets, partly some electrical buzz flying between Scher and me. I don't know what it is, not from her side at least. But something assures me she was just as turned on as I am.
“After I left here, I joined up,” I announce and wait for the sharp intakes of breaths from them both.
“So that's an actual army uniform you're wearing?” Sherri breathes.
“Yeah, no fashion statements from me.” I grin.
“Wow.”
Dad has a bunch of questions about my deployment and I do my best to fill him in on the sort of shit he needs to hear. About hunting down the enemy and being heroes in the field. All the while Scherri never takes her eyes off me once. Her gaze burns into the heart of me and plants a permanent claim on both that and my constantly pounding dick.