Henry’s fantasy really stuck with me on the jog home, with each step on the pavement I could see the image of me being pushed up the wall by a hard thrust, Every breath I saw my breasts bounce from the impact. Danny I had hoped for and gotten, it wasn’t just a one time thing it was something he was thinking about for a while….but when did Henry start?
Why was Henry thinking about it? I’m guessing Danny started because he wasn’t getting any and his last girlfriend was nearly a year ago but Henry had a fiance, He had his own house. Why on earth would he even look at me that way, much less construct a fantasy about me?
I got into the driveway and luckily arrived before my parents did. Now I was a sweaty and smelly mess. I really needed a shower. I got in, closed and locked the door and kicked off my runners. Stumbling up the stairs, my legs were sore and needed a soak. Stripping off in my room, my clothes were actually sticking to me from the amount I had sweat. I had to practically peel my shorts off but when they came off it was such a relief.
Now stark naked in my room, I made my way into Danny and I’s shared bathroom. I’ve never made the mistake of forgetting to lock his door, but now it did give me an idea or two. It would have to wait, Danny’s still at the store and I need to get clean before Mom and Dad get home.
After a long soak in the tub followed by a quick rinse in the shower I was feeling brand new, the water had rejuvenated me for the rest of the day. Just as I finished dressing in a baggy t-shirt and jogging pants I heard the front door open. Immediately I can hear my Mothers voice ring through my mind. ‘I swear if she is still in bed I’m going to kick her ungrateful ass out’ I snickered, I was done being her dog to whip. It’s time for a change.
Walking out of my room, still drying my hair in a towel, I smiled down the stairs at my Parents. “Hey! What’s up?” I called out. My Father turned and waved, returning the smile “Hey Sweetheart” My Mother looked….displeased, like she didn’t just spend a day shopping, spending my fathers money before he even had it. “Oh….You’re awake”
Ignoring her tone, I tossed the towel back into my room and sat at the head of the stairs. “Wow…That’s a lot of bags, were you shopping?” Sure enough my Dad had just come back from his second trip out to the car, carrying four bags in each hand. Setting them down in the entryway, I stared at the now 10 full bags of undoubtedly expensive stuff. “Yeah we were Sweety, Your Mom thought we should celebrate the sale.”
My Father explained as he closed the door and kicked off his shoes, My Mother was standing with her arms folded. Waiting for my Father to move the bags into the living room for her. “Camille, why is your hair wet?” A prying question from my mother, I could tell now she was searching for something to be angry at me. “I just got out of the shower?” I knew she wouldn’t appreciate my tone but I was done caring what she did and did not appreciate.
“Why were you in the shower?” Pffft What? Why does anyone get a shower? “I was sweaty and smelly so I got a shower and now I’m not?” I mean seriously, why was she trying so hard to find something to be angry about?
“Young lady, don’t you take that tone with me” She asserted herself meaninglessly, In an exasperated sigh of “What? I extended my hands and looked at my father with an expression that read ‘What the heck?’
“Jean I think you’re taking this a bit far” FINALLY My Dad was sticking up for me and Mom was not happy about it. “Well Harold, if you didnt let her live here like a freeloader I wouldn’t have to take it this far.” Wow, way to pull your punches Mom.
I could tell by the look on Dad’s face he was angry. It’s that look all Dads get when they are holding themselves back. “Jean, that’s enough. She is our Daughter, she is still thinking about what she wants to do with her life. Leave it alone.”
Ooooooh He was mad, this was something I rarely see. Dad standing up to Mom, she must’ve pushed his buttons all day and he had reached his boiling point. Mom stormed off into the Kitchen, stomping her feet across the tile floor as she went.
I smiled down at my Dad and he smiled back. ‘She’s going to push our daughter away and we’ll never see her again’ His thought echoed in my mind, He was right. At this point when I did leave this house I had no plan to come back. If I wanna see Dad I’ll just stop by the store but I’ll never come here to visit my Mother.
There wasn’t much activity in the house that evening. From what I could tell Mom stayed mad at my father and he slept on the couch. He was more concerned with trying to repair the broken relationship he had let her build between us.
When Danny got home he tripped over the bags, they hadn’t been moved since Dad put them there hours ago. It only took a look from Dad to let Danny know it wasn’t a good time to talk, So Danny went to his room. The sun was setting when I got the first glimpse of Danny’s fantasy for this night, It was the same setting.
At this point I’m fairly certain that it’s a real place and a place he knows well, Perhaps a hangout spot he had in High School? Anyway, He’s laid back in the sand. Looking up at the stars, he looks down and my head is resting on his chest. I can see my ginger hair softly flowing in the breeze, I’m not looking at the stars. Im looking at what’s in my hand, His uncircumcised cock. I’m pulling back the foreskin and softly stroking his shaft. My tiny fingers make it look huge. The image fades.
I sat up in my bed, was that it? After everything I had given him earlier today was that all it took? Just an image of me jerking him off? Well I was dissapointed, after the what I had seen earlier in the day I had expected something more…..erotic. “C-Cammy?” What was he doing? Either he was too horny to think straight or he was dumber than I thought he was.
The Muscle head was in the bathroom at my locked door, I could see the shadow cast by his feet through the crack under it. “You up?” I bit the corner of my lower lip, what do I do? Do I open the door and just let it happen? Here?
“Uh….Ehem…Yeah…What’s up?” I clear my throat, swinging my legs over the edge of the bed. If I opened the door he would likely lose it, Sitting there in my underwear which left nothing to the imagination. “Do you….Uh do you wanna go somewhere with me tomorrow?” Wait, is this actually happening? Is he going to take me where I think?
“……Okay” I was in a near fit of panic and bliss, this was actually happening and to think I didn’t have to use the rest of my week long plan to get him to make a move.
“Great!….uh….Goodnight!” I heard his footsteps move back into his room and close the door behind him.
‘Okay Danny calm down, You’re not doing anything. You’re just taking your sister to a nice Private place….where the water is warm so you can do some bonding!’ All the while the fantasies he had concocted kept flashing, First of me riding him. ‘You can…..show her that really cool seashell!’