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Piper
I hate this sweater.My mother sent it for me for Christmas a couple years ago and I’ve only worn it once. It’s not my style in the least and it’s itchy as hell, but I know it makes my tits look fabulous. One glance at Matthew’s face and I know the discomfort is going to be absolutely worth it. He’s already drooling over me, which is exactly the response I wanted.
I flash him a taunting glance as I shoulder my bag and then return my attention to our parents. “You guys had breakfast?” I hate to hold them up if they have, but the idea of putting up with Matthew for four hours without anything in my stomach is most unpleasant.
“Nope,” Vanessa’s nearly bouncing in place. Sometimes it’s hard to believe she’s in her forties, she’s so energetic! “We were going to stop at the bakery on the way out of town and get fresh cinnamon rolls. How does that sound?”
Putting on my best smile I take an eager step toward the door. “Sounds like heaven to me!” I chirp, my tone much more enthusiastic than I feel. The plan for food is perfect, but being stuffed in the car beside Matthew is going to make this the ride from hell. That’s enough to put a damper on anything exciting, even winning the lottery.
Vanessa leads the way out to the Jeep and I follow close behind her. The guys bring up the rear, my Dad chattering a bit to Matthew about stuff at the shop. I’m not really paying attention, I’m too focused on making sure I don’t slip and break my neck trying to strut across the snowy driveway. I can feel Matthew’s eyes on my ass though, enjoying the show as my hips sway subtly from side to side. That’s it, I think evilly, eat it up jerk face!
The Jeep is already loaded with all of our ski equipment and only God knows what else. Dad and Vanessa are always over packing for this trip. They have this “always be prepared” mentality, which is great for boy scouts, but it sucks for long car trips when it means having no space to get comfortable. This year is bound to be worse since Matthew is here. Not only does it mean less room in the backseat, but there’s another set of skis and gear, too! I’m amazed there’s anywhere for us to sit at all!
Cramming my bag into the hatchback, I leave it open for Leo and Matthew, who spend ten minutes trying to make his duffel fit. More than once I feel like getting back out and taking over the task. It can’t really be that fucking difficult to stow a bag can it? Maybe it’s the lack of sleep or I’m just anxious to get some food in my belly, but I have no patience for the delay. After what seems like a century they finally get into the car; Dad in the driver’s seat, Vanessa in the passenger’s seat and of course, Matthew and I stuffed in the back like a couple of sour, horny sardines.
I feel his leg press against mine and immediately heat rises between my thighs. I instantly wish I had kept my bag and put it between us, but that would have looked suspicious. I don’t want our parents thinking there’s a problem between us. They don’t need that right now. This is something we’re just going to have to work out on our own. At least, I hope we can.
The thought of our parents being subjected to our sexually tense feud makes me shift uncomfortably. I instantly regret my choice to torment Matthew, realizing just how much trouble it could cause. I glance over at him, wondering if he’s thought of that either, but I can see right away that his mind is somewhere else entirely. If only I could shift over a little, put even an inch of space between us, unfortunately there’s just nowhere to go!
The four hour drive continues just like this and with each long, agonizing moment I keep wishing I’d worn anything but this stupid sweater! Matthew keeps touching me, despite my efforts to push his hand away without a fuss. At least he’s attempting to be subtle about it. I’d be mortified if our parents caught him groping my leg! Not for the first time, I desperately nod toward the front of the Jeep, giving him a significant look in the hopes that he’ll remember where we are and cut it out! His grin tells me that he has no intention of doing so.
I’m not sure when the tables flipped, but it makes me want to scream so badly at him! After being cold and distant these last few weeks why is he chasing me all of a sudden?! A big part of me is excited, eager to give in and let this man do with me whatever he pleases, but I can’t erase how he’s made me feel since he came home. That’s why I’m suffering in this horrid sweater and why I brought my sexiest clothes. I wanted to make him suffer, to torment him as I dangle myself like live bait in front of his stupid nose! Then, when I had him right where I wanted him I was going to tell him to go fuck himself. It was the perfect plan for sweet revenge, only my sexual desires are ruining it!
His hand slides further up my thigh, his pinky rubbing the seam of my crotch. I flash him a withering glare, but give up trying to make him stop. It hasn’t gotten me anywhere so my hope is that ignoring him will get him to stop. Of course, it’s damn near impossible acting like I hate the attention, especially when his advances has my pussy wet and achy.
I’m incredibly relieved when we finally arrive at the resort. I bail out of the Jeep so fast I forget to unbuckle my safety belt at first and get snapped back against the seat. Matthew smirks at me and our parents just chuckle.
“Slow down, Piper,” Vanessa teases, “the snow and mountain aren’t going anywhere!”
Feeling sheepish I unbuckle my belt and try getting out again, this time without the embarrassment of having forgotten any other crucial steps. Heading to the back of the Jeep, I collect my bag and some other of the random things that our parents packed, just to be helpful. Then Vanessa and I go inside to see about the reservations while Dad and Matthew unload the rest of our gear.
It’s so good to be able to stretch my legs, but more than that it’s nice just to have a chance to breath away from the seductive hunk that’s been teasing me for the last four hours! Unfortunately I don’t get a chance to revel in it as much as I would have liked. For the first time all day Vanessa’s upbeat facade falls away and she looks a little bit worried.
“Is everything okay?” I ask, concerned. If it were anyone but Vanessa I wouldn’t think much of the shift in mood, but she’s almost always cheerful, especially at times like this when there’s fun to be had.
“I just hope they have a room for Matty. When I called they said I’d have to play it by ear,” she purses her lips. “We’ve had the same standing reservations every year, we’re good customers, hopefully they can squeeze him in!” There it is, her optimism always comes rushing back in the end.
We approach the desk together, but I let Vanessa do all the talking. To be honest I don’t really pay attention, I’m too preoccupied trying to imagine what we’ll do if they don’t have room for Matthew. Could we be lucky enough to have to cancel the trip and go back home? While I’m not that keen to spend another four hours in the car with him, at least when it was over I could go up to my room, flop down on my bed and sleep for the rest of the weekend. Avoiding him at home is a lot more easy since there are no parents around that we have to pretend in front of, but I’m not sure if Vanessa would give up on our family bonding trip that easily…
By the time Vanessa finishes discussing options with the desk clerk Dad and Matthew have completely unloaded the car onto a luggage cart and are waiting nearby in the lobby. She turns with a heavy sigh, motioning Matthew over with one hand, while she puts the other on my shoulder.
“Well, I have some bad news,” she starts when he reaches us. Her gaze flicks between Matthew and I nervously. “The only other empty room they have available this weekend is a double, so it looks like you kids are going to have to share.” She hastily adds, “you’ll get your own beds! You’ll just have to share a bathroom, which you do at home. So it’ll be okay, right?”
My stomach twists into knots, my palms becoming sweaty as the words slam into me. It’s like I’m in some kind of horror film, except there’s not a hammer wielding psychopath chasing me, there’s a sex crazed, irresistible stud intent on pounding me with a completely different kind of blunt object. I try my hardest not to let the war of emotions show on my face. That’s all I can manage though. I’m afraid if I tried to talk my voice would be a dead giveaway to how I really feel right now!
Matthew flashes his mother a seemingly innocent grin, but I know exactly what he’s thinking. “Don’t worry, Mom,” he shrugs, “we’ll make do. It’s better than having to sleep in the car, isn’t that right, Piper?”
His eyes flash with mischief, forcing me to resist the urge to glower. He’s such a cheeky asshole, I’d love to slap him across the face again! Unfortunately that’s not an option right now. Maybe when we get back to our room, I can beat him senseless with a pillow, but right now I have to just have to deal with it.
Fixing a smile on my face, I summon all my strength and force my voice to remain steady. “Oh, absolutely,” I put my arm around Vanessa in a sideways hug. “We don’t mind sharing at all.” I don’t add that if Matthew gets his way this evening we’ll be sharing a lot more than just a room.
