Chris saw her blush heightened as he continued to touch her. He wondered if it spread past her collar onto her chest.
He let go of her as if she was on fire. This is your baby sister he scolded himself. What the hell are you thinking?
“Come on. Let’s go,” he said tersely turning and walking away from her. He missed the hurt look on her face. He did slow down so that she could walk beside him and not after him.
Out of the corner of his eye, he could see Jackson taking glimpses of her as they strolled out to the parking lot. For some reason this pissed him off. Jackson was not hiding his desire for Emma as he watched her. He looked at his sister to see her reaction. She acted as if she was oblivious to his best friend’s interest. Her eyes stared straight ahead or at her feet.
Chris caught himself checking her out. Her black cotton t-shirt and worn blue jeans hid nothing from them. She had curves that dipped and rose in dizzying valleys and hills. His hand itched to see if he could palm one breast with his whole hand or would she overflow his grip.
He shook his head to get rid of that image. What was he doing visualizing something like that about his sister? What was wrong with him? Just because she was his type didn’t give him permission to think nasty thoughts about her.
It had been awhile since he had gotten laid. Perhaps he needed to find a willing body to fuck out some of this sexual need he was feeling. Otherwise it was going to be tough living under the same roof with her for a week.
“Here we are,” he finally announced, when they got to his truck. He opened the back door and put her bags up on the seat. “You can sit on the other side, unless you’d like to ride up front?”
She shook her head and followed him to the other side of the truck. He pulled the door open and step aside so she could climb in.
What a peach of an ass, he thought as she made her way up into the vehicle. Would it jiggle if he slapped it?
Once she was seated, he grabbed the seatbelt. Reaching over her he clipped it into place. He lingered a second longer than he needed, intoxicated by her smell. It was this mellow sweetness that lingered in the air. He didn’t think it was perfume, but a combination of all her beauty products and probably her own distinctive feminine and heady scent. Not able to stop himself, he sniffed her hair and finally pulled back from her. She looked at him strangely.
Probably wondering why you smelled her, he thought embarrassed. He quickly shut the truck door and got in. Jackson was already situated at shotgun.
“Are you hungry?” he asked, after they had pulled onto the freeway. “I can stop somewhere if you want something in particular.”
“I’m not hungry. Thanks,” she replied meeting his gaze in the rearview mirror. He made himself look away from her dark contemplation. Her eyes were gorgeous and exotic. Trying to remember her parents’ ethnic origins, he thought he recalled correctly that her mother had been Mexican and her father Asian. It was an unusual combination but it had produced one hell of a beautiful daughter.
She was unlike any woman he had ever seen. How had he not seen her beauty when she was younger? Well for one thing, the first time he had met her she had been painfully shy. After an initial “hello,” she had spent the rest of the evening in her room. She hadn’t even joined them for dinner.
He had questioned his parents about her behavior. They told him she was still not used to being with them, which made sense when she was eight and had first come to live with mom and dad. But even at the Christmas dinner he had managed to make when she was twelve, she had acted the same way. That time though she left her room to come down to dinner where she didn’t say one word to any of them. She hadn’t looked at him either the whole time. As soon as she was done, she asked for permission to leave the table. Their parents had let her go.
“She’s still getting used to being in a family,” his mother had explained, seeing his concerned face. “You’re a stranger to her and it takes her time to warm up to people.”
“It doesn’t help that you’re a man either,” his dad had intoned. “She’s just now learning to trust being in the same room with me alone.”
“What happened to her?” Chris had asked. By the time they were done telling him, he wished he hadn’t asked.
He looked at her in the rearview mirror again. She was busy looking out the window, biting her lip nervously. For the most part, she seemed to be ok being with him and Jackson. He had noticed her anxiety when she had met the big center. Jackson was intimidating to most people but given her history, he understood why she was scared of him. Yet she hadn’t shied away from him. That was progress, he thought. Maybe she was doing better after being in the care of their parents for a decade.
“Emma,” Jackson said turning around in his seat so that he could look her in the eye. Chris saw her swallow hard and a flash of fear grace her face, but she recovered quickly and stared impassively at his friend. “How long are you going to be here?”
“One week,” she answered quickly.
“What will you be doing while you’re here?”
“I’m going to visit a couple of colleges.”
“Stanford, Cal Tech, UCLA and Berkley,” she listed shyly.
“Wow. Those are good schools. You must be very smart.”
Chris smiled when he saw her blush at the compliment.
“I’m not very smart,” she disagreed humbly. “I study a lot and it takes a lot of work for me to get good grades. But I like taking classes and learning about the world.”
“Have you been accepted to all those schools?” Chris asked.
“Yes,” she answered modestly.
“Are you leaning toward one?”
“Not really. Mom and dad want me to stay on the east coast, so I’ll probably do that.”
“Why come out here then?”
“They wanted me to make sure I didn’t regret not visiting the schools out here. And I – uh, I wanted to – see you,” she managed to get out self-consciously. She caught his attention in the rearview mirror. He smiled at her.
“I’m glad you came to visit,” he told her honestly. “Maybe I can talk you into accepting a spot in one of the schools out here. Then we could have more time together.”
She smiled and said, “Maybe. But I think mom and dad want me to go to Harvard.”
“You got into Harvard?!” Jackson exclaimed. “That’s so cool.”
“Yeah I guess so,” she said meekly.
“Well promise me you’ll keep an open mind when you visit our schools,” Chris asked seriously. “I think you might like it out here.”
“Ok,” she assured. “I can do that.”
For some reason, Chris felt an overwhelming need to get to know his adopted sister better. He hadn’t realized how smart she was. She could probably hold a conversation with him about something worth talking about. Perhaps their relationship could grow. He was so used to being an only child, he wondered what it would be like to have a sibling.
Maybe you’ll start thinking about her like a sister, he told himself. And not some hot young pussy for you to fuck.
Shit! Was that what he wanted to do with her? No, he told himself. He was horny from not getting any in a few weeks. It wasn’t her specifically. He needed a woman built like her, but not her, his sister.