open up her home to me. I knew it was just she and her older brother, but I still hated to intrude. So I ended up asking her 50 times after she made the offer if she was sure it was okay. Winter took out her house key, unlocked the front door, and walked through the threshold with me at her heels. “Kai?” she shouted to the house at large, “we’re here!” I set my bags down in the foyer, slightly nervous to be meeting her brother so soon.
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I heard Winter’s voice from the kitchen and I came out to greet her. “Hey sis.” I said to her, giving her a hug. I looked to you and gave you a short but welcoming smile. “You must be the friend. I’m Kai.” I said to her. “I’m crashing in the den, you’re welcomed to take my room so you don’t have to share Winter’s tiny ass bed. She snores and kicks by the way.”
Your hair…was blue. I tried my best not to gawk. I guess I shouldn’t have been too surprised what with Winter’s ashy hair color, yet it still wasn’t what I expected. The blue hair suited you, however. It seemed to be a more recent acquisition–I could tell because the color hadn’t faded, although your roots were starting to show a little bit. I felt like I was staring at a blue-haired version of Kurt Cobain, except with brown eyes instead of blue. Sexy yet grungy, charming yet dark and slightly mysterious. It was definitely apparent that you and Winter were family.
“Oh, I’m Lucy,” I said, coming to my senses. “And really, don’t let me kick you out of your own bedroom. I don’t mind sharing with Winter,” I answered, shooting her a pleading glance. Winter returned my look with a smile.
“Nonsense. This is your home now too. Besides, Kai’s been living down in the den for a while now…weirdo,” she muttered as an afterthought. She bit her lip and kicked her foot out in your direction. “Will you show her around, please? I want to get my stuff unpacked and put away,” Winter said to you.
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I took the hint and grabbed your bags for you. “Come on, I’ll show you to my room.” I told you as I started to walk. We went down to the den first on my way to the bedroom.
“I’m down here if you need anything. If you hear noises coming from down here that’s me obviously. I suggest you don’t come down until they stop unless you want to see me having sex or masturbating.” I spoke openly.
I chuckled at your face. “I’m an open guy. I prefer to not have secrets.”
Heat rushed to my face and to my core as I unwillingly imagined you fucking and/or playing with your own cock.
“O-oh,” I stammered then giggled awkwardly, struggling to keep my cool. I felt a sudden urge to excuse myself from your presence and go take a cold shower, but I pushed that aside.
“So you have a girlfriend then?” I asked nonchalantly as I stared around the basement den that actually seemed quite cozy.
“Nope, single actually.” I told you before I went to take a seat on the couch and flip the tv on. “On occasion I just go out and just have one of those one time hook up deals. Of course when I actually feel like putting up an effort.”
“Wanna watch some tv before you unpack? I find just chilling for a bit is usually best before doing tedious work. Who knows, maybe you’ll get lucky and I’ll make a pass at you.”
I was going to kill Winter for not warning me about you. Sure, I’m saved from spending my summer in a boring group home, but now I’ve been thrown in a snake pit instead. The worst part of it was, I wanted to be here.
I was a virgin. I shied away from guys my whole life up until this point, shoving them all towards my friends instead. I had grown up with ‘sex=bad’ ingrained in my brain, so I just stayed away from the opposite sex all together. But now I couldn’t. And I had no clue how to handle myself.
I wanted you—oh yes, I wanted you badly. But I knew it was inherently wrong—for one thing, Winter was my best friend, I couldn’t just fuck her brother! And two, I had only known you for approximately two and a half minutes.
So I settled for the best option I could think of: I sat down on the cushion next to you on the couch to show you I was interested, but I sat on my hands and remained as tense as possible to hopefully convey that I didn’t know what the fuck I was doing.
I looked sideways at you. “I came here with Winter—I don’t think she would like me messing around with you, don’t you think?” My eyes widened innocently and the tiniest of smiles played on my lips.
Who knows, maybe you were joking about the whole thing?
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