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she waited for her daddy.
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Sinful Sibling Desires
By Saffron Daughter
Sara climbed the flight of steps that led up to her step-brother’s apartment with slow and steady strides, and with a smug smile on her face. She would not be the wiry-thin, freckled and bespectacled kid Nick would remember. Not a chance!
She reflected for a moment on why she felt this way. The truth was that Sara was excited to see her brother. In all ways he stood tall. Physically he was over six-foot-four, and he was a track and athletics semi-star. He was lean, muscle-bound, was quick to smile, had straight white teeth… the list of positives went on and on, and with no apparent end. Sara was of course happy for him, happy to see his success.
He was a straight-A student as well; just an all-around great guy that left people seething in his wake. It wasn’t that he was stuck-up; it was that he was so humble about it that drove people mad.
She supposed that she wanted him to see something positive in her, to be proud of her for one reason or another. And now, four years later, she had developed a magnificent body, was sure to get into a fairly good university, and was more of a confident person than she ever had been.
She wanted him to see that, to know that it wasn’t just him who could succeed in life. She wanted him to be proud of her.
In a flash Sara was brought back in time. Memories of when Nick would tease her about her freckles, her wiry-thin body, came flooding into her mind. She laughed when, at random, she remembered how they used to play-wrestle, and how he’d always be a tad too rough. She was always weak and thin, and could never stand up to her brother’s natural athletic strength.
But as she had grown older, and into her body more so that she was no longer simply skin-on-bones, she had turned into a freckled stunner.
She hadn’t seen Nick in nearly four years, and she basked in the thought that he would be so surprised to see her like this. She smoothed her yellow tank with rapid swipes of her hand, and glanced down at herself for a quick check. Her jeans clung to her curves, and her plimsoles gave her an air of casual, hand-waving pizazz.
She knocked on the door to his apartment, three loud and confident strikes.
“Come in!” she heard, and her brother’s voice had the same melodic rumble she remembered. She opened the door to see a spacious living room and open-kitchen design, and the smell of gingerbread baking in the oven.
Was he cooking? She laughed a little to herself, wondering what else had changed about him.
“Nick!” she called, looking around as she shut the door behind her. She noticed a pair of home slippers by the door, fuzzy and bright green, and began to take off her shoes when her brother sprang up from behind the kitchen counter.
“Boo!” he shouted, and Sara jolted and screamed, and he rushed forward to pick her up effortlessly into a great hug.
“Jesus, Nick! You scared me.”
“Sorry,” he said, “but I couldn’t resist.” He set her down and looked at her. “Wow, you look great. You’ve grown up so much.”
“It hasn’t been that long, Nick. It seems you’ve done some growing-up, too. Are you cooking?”
“Sure, it’s gingerbread for you.”
“That hasn’t been my favorite for years,” Sara replied, walking into the kitchen.
“Oh?” Nick asked, his face bunching up in reverie momentarily. “Well, maybe it’s time to rekindle old desires. I’ll go fetch your bags from the car.”
“Sure,” she said, watching him leave. He was wearing shorts and a tight tee, and she marveled at his sculpted body. It came to her moments later, as if delayed like a phone call overseas, but the way he had said ‘rekindle old desires’ seemed odd to her.
Almost as though he knew—
“Bag number one,” he said, bursting into the apartment with her duffel bag.
“That was quick.”
“You’re just slow.” He quickly turned on his heels and marching out of the apartment, leaving the door open. She saw him running lightly down the steps, and each time he did so his calves erupted into angular diamonds.
Sara returned to the thought that had alarmed her. Maybe he knew? No, it couldn’t be. Guys were stupid about that, and her brother didn’t have an ego large enough to simply assume it, to take it for granted. She was sure he knew he was good looking, but he wasn’t one of those good looking guys who assumed every girl they passed was busy melting in their panties for them—
And obviously not his step-sister!
