mind.
I knew there would be disappointment and disapproval from everyone, and that some people would deem our relationship forbidden. Yes, maybe what we’re doing is forbidden to some, but to me, the fact that our parents got married did not mean we couldn’t be together as two consenting young adults. I had no guilty feelings whatsoever. It wasn’t like Nick and I were blood relatives.
I returned home on the same day as Nick. Even though we had planned to meet some weekends during the fall semester, it never happened because we were always busy and on limited budgets. So, when I saw him at home after three months of not being with him, I was super-excited and super-horny. I flew into his arms the moment I saw him but resisted the urge to kiss him deeply on his mouth. I had to play the sister-brother part.
“Nick,” I said hugging him in front of everyone. “I missed you, big brother.”
“Missed you too, Jena,” he said, giving me a light kiss on the head.
Aware that I had made a public display of deep affection for Nick, I went over to Todd and hugged him more deeply than I probably should have.
“Hey Jena, welcome back. I missed you too,” he said before I could say a word. I released my stronghold on Todd and kissed his forehead.
“Missed playing cards with you, buddy,” I said.
Dad and Alyssa were glad to see us home, and soon the family settled into a routine. Dad and Alyssa went to work in the morning, leaving just three of us at home. Todd was also on winter break. His presence made it so much more difficult for Nick and me to get together as often as we wanted to without raising his suspicion.
One morning while I was in the basement working out to a cheerleader’s exercise tape, I heard a sound behind me. I turned around to find Nick staring at me. I was not sure how long he had been watching me, but I could see that his cock was fully erect. I was in the middle of doing the yoga poses, in the position of downward dog. I could imagine the impression my ass was making, jutting up in the air as my body formed a perfect triangle. I wiggled my tush at Nick, eliciting a cheer from him.
Nick loved my fleshy bottom and had told me in more ways than one that he loved to grab my ass at every opportunity. Unfortunately, with other people in the house, he couldn’t do a lot of grabbing. I finished my pose and turned up the volume of the television, ready to rock my body to the cheer-dance mix.
“Jena,” Nick murmured. He moved towards me, his erection creating a bulge in his jeans, but he stopped when he heard footsteps coming down the stairs.
He quickly went over to the exercise bench and picked up some weights, pretending to be working on some arm curls. Todd walked down the stairs to inform us that he was going over to his friend’s next door to play and would be back in about three hours. As soon as we heard the door shut behind him, Nick dropped the dumbbells and focused all attention on me.
I was wearing thin cotton sweatpants and a sports bra. Both my arms were over my head, the muscles on my arms and shoulders very well-defined. The song playing on the video was “I Want that Big Trophy,” a song I was very familiar with. I twirled forward and did a quick series of complicated hand movements, all the while mouthing the rap lyrics of the mix track. The cheerleader’s video was my favorite workout exercise, and I had done it so many times that I had mastered almost every complicated move on the video.
“You used to be a cheerleader. I can tell,” Nick said.
“Yes, I was. Way back in high school. In fact, I still have my uniform.”
He smiled and I knew what he had in mind. I went upstairs and dug up my cheerleading outfit, which I hadn’t worn in forever, and came back to the basement.
“Turn around for a sec. I’m gonna put my uniform on and show you how good I was back in the days.” I knew when he turned around, he would be facing a full length wall mirror that hid
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