Rodney
I know my mom told me that my stepsister Cindy was gonna be living with us for a couple of weeks during the summer, but the truth is that I forgot all about it.
As second semester came to an end, all my focus was on winning matches and moving up in the rankings, so I was caught off-guard on the morning when I stepped out of my room and saw Cindy walking down the hall.
We’d met, briefly, at the wedding, but we hadn’t exchanged too many words. And why would we? She was a sophomore off at college, living her own life, while I was in high school, doing my thing. Anyway, her dad was technically her stepfather, so I didn’t really understand what she was doing there anyway.
Either way, I’d pretty much forgotten all about her when I saw her there in the hallway. I was on my way to the bathroom to take a shower, so all I had on was a towel around my waist. She briefly glanced over at me and gave me a look like I was intruding on her, which irritated me, but that was the end of it.
I was taking a shower because I had a date later that afternoon with this girl Tia, so that was all that was on my mind as I stepped under the hot water and began shampooing my hair. I’d met Tia at a tournament, and I was kind of obsessed with her. She had this really long, glossy hair that went all the way down her back, and she had the most gorgeous, petite figure.
For a minute there, I thought she and I were going to face one another, but then this Czech kid with pimples all over his face knocked her out at the last minute by employing a reverse Spassky maneuver, which got everyone all abuzz because he was, like, 11 years old or something. Either way, I was sitting on the chairs against the wall, waiting to see who I was going to face in the next round, so I went over and decided to chat with her.
Tia seemed quite nervous, which struck me as odd at first because she was truly a beautiful girl. But then later my buddy Duncan told me she was a total nerd despite how good-looking she was, and that she’d turned down every guy who’d ever asked her out.
I don’t know how true that is, but when I asked her if she’d be interested in meeting me for coffee sometime, she agreed, and I managed to bag her number before they called my name, so that was pretty sweet.
After I’d gone home, I’d looked her up online, and I really liked what I saw. True, she was kind of flat-chested, but she really had a beautiful face. And that hair? Truly, it was her greatest asset. I’d never met a girl with hair so long and shiny like that. I loved watching how it kind of almost shimmered as she moved, like it was almost alive or something.
Anyway, as I stood there in the shower, I guess I let my imagination start getting the better of me. I pictured us going out on our date, and we were smiling and talking, and I could feel the sparks flying between us. Every time I opened my mouth to say something funny, she would laugh with this really infectious grin, and I could tell she was really into me.
In my mind’s eye, that date just kept getting better and better, so when dinner was over, she invited me over to her place. In real life, I think she’s about the same age as me, although I might be wrong, but in my imagination, she had this cozy little apartment at the top of some stairs, and then she invited me in, asking if I wanted a nightcap.
I’m actually not sure what a nightcap is, but I’d seen people talk about it before in movies, so I know it has something to do with an alcoholic drink. Either way, in my fantasy, she made us some sort of cocktail or whatever, and then we clinked glasses. We were sitting on a sofa, and pretty soon, I could feel that special moment arrive where we would lean forward and lock lips.
I guess I must’ve gotten pretty swept up in my daydream because when I turned off the water to the shower, I had a pretty good boner going on, not that it took much for me to get hard in those days. I’d only ever kissed a few girls, and I was still a virgin, so I was walking around feeling pretty horny most of the time.
Ordinarily, I wouldn’t have thought much about it except perhaps to make a mental note to jack off before my real date began so I wouldn’t embarrass myself.
But as I stepped out of the shower and reached for my towel, I noticed that the door to the bathroom was open a crack. The latch on that door was slightly out of plumb, so the door would pop open sometimes, so I was mostly just irritated as I walked over there to close it. But just as I put my hand on the handle, I saw Cindy out there in the hallway, looking right at me, a saucy smirk on her face.
My whole face went red, and I slammed the door shut. I couldn’t be 100% positive, but I was pretty sure she had seen my erection sticking out, so now she must be thinking I was up to all kinds of perverted business there in the bathroom. Ugh! Our house wasn’t that big, but my mom and Steve pretty much stuck to using the master bathroom, so I’d gotten used to having the one at the end of the hall all to myself.
But now Cindy was here, and she was going to assume I was whacking off in there, which was embarrassing as hell, especially because it wasn’t even true. I had a special hand towel that I kept in my bedroom for that sort of thing.
But what could I do? If I tried to explain, it’d only make things worse. No, I just had to hope that she’d never bring it up, and then we could pretend like she hadn’t seen me naked with my cock fully erect and sticking out.
I wasn’t worried about Cindy being offended, though. The college she was attending had a reputation as a party school, and I’d heard some wild stories from some of my friends about the kinds of things that went on there. If anything, a guy flashing his dick as he got out of the shower was probably really tame stuff. But that didn’t change the fact that I’d exposed myself in front of my stepsister, which was about the last thing in the world I wanted to do.
As I got dressed, I started wondering about Cindy. Like, did she have a boyfriend? My mom hadn’t said anything to me, not like it was a subject that would normally come up between us.
As far as girls went, Cindy wasn’t bad looking. She was a bit chunkier than I normally preferred, but I had to admit that she had a pair of spectacular tits, not that it mattered, of course.
Still, I was curious if she was going to be bringing around guys to the house or not because our rooms were right next to one another, and I really didn’t want to be hearing to any of that kind of stuff when I was up late, playing games against guys in Asia.
I took my sweet time getting ready after getting out of the shower, brushing my teeth and humming a little tune to myself to try and steady my nerves. Luckily, my erection finally disappeared after a while, so I wrapped the towel around my waist, braced myself, and opened the door. This time, the coast was clear, so I made a beeline for my room and didn’t breathe again until the door was safely shut behind me.
I then got dressed and combed my hair, putting the little incident with Cindy seeing me naked in the shower out of my mind as I concentrated on getting ready for my big date with Tia.
