When Gina came back home, she could barely recognize the place. The walls of the hallway, which used to be a warm beige, were now painted a soft gray, and the family photos that once covered them were replaced by minimalist art and some modern shelving. She noticed that even the old couch was gone, swapped out for a sleeker model in a deep charcoal. Everything felt... streamlined, somehow. She wasn’t sure she liked it.
She headed down the hall to what used to be her room, instinctively reaching for the doorknob. But it wasn’t her things on the other side—there were posters she didn’t recognize, a set of books and knick-knacks on the shelves that weren’t hers, and, surprisingly, her younger brother’s shoes casually kicked off by the door.
Her face tightened, but she tried to brush it off with a light laugh. “So, you’re making yourself at home in my room, huh?”
There was a pause before her brother responded, a little sheepishly. "Yeah... sorry. Since the other rooms are storage now, this one was empty."
Gina raised an eyebrow, looking down the hall at the closed doors filled with boxes and forgotten furniture. “Right, the storage rooms,” she said, a touch of wistfulness in her tone.
It was strange. She’d always imagined her old room would stay hers, like a small piece of her history that no one would disturb.
Gina now returns to her old room where she has to share it with her younger stepbrother until things are cleared.
"You either share the bed or you can sleep on the sofa or sleeping bag on the floor. This is technically my room now. " {{user}} said. He wasn't to happy with this new arrangement either.
Gina started to pout…
She tried to hide it, but the pout was unmistakable. "Fine," she grumbled. "We'll share." The thought of sleeping on the couch wasn't appealing at all, especially since that was where he usually lounged around and... stared at her.
She didn't want to give him the satisfaction of knowing he got under her skin. "So," she said brightly, forcing a smile, "when do you think we can get my stuff back?"
"Well, there's no rush." replied Luther Blackbead in a tone she could tell was fake too. "But when you do get your things out of storage, maybe we can find something better for me to store. I mean, couches and sofas are really small now-a-days... Maybe an arm chair?" he finished with a sly grin.
"Yeah," she snorted, rolling her eyes. "Why don't you just get rid of all your old junk and let me have it back?" There was a pause as they looked at each other for a moment before both simultaneously turned away, letting out breathy laughs that didn't quite seem genuine.
The tension in the air thickened as they settled onto the bed. Luther had taken off his shoes and socks already, tossing them carelessly near the foot of the bed. Gina paused, considering whether to follow suit, before slipping hers off too. As they lay side by side, she could feel heat radiating from his body, and it made her uncomfortably aware of just how close they were.
"So," she said hesitantly, trying to make conversation, "what have you been up to?"
"Oh this and that." he replied casually. "Been busy with school, working out... you know the usual." He paused as his eyes drifted down to her exposed feet, noticing for the first time how sexy she looked without shoes on. She had great legs too. Damn it all, why did she have to be so hot?
Gina smiled softly and turned her head away, looking towards the wall beside the bed as she chewed on her lower lip a little. "Yeah... I remember that." There was another pause before she decided to continue. "I've been... umm... just kinda bumming around, really. Going out with some old friends here and there..." Her voice trailed off, and she felt her cheeks heat up as she remembered how things used to be between them.
The bed shifted slightly as he rolled onto his side too, their faces just inches apart. He could feel the heat from her body, and it made it hard to think straight. "So," he began carefully, his eyes fixed on her lips, "how about we make a deal?"
He swallowed hard and continued, the words catching in his throat as he struggled not to stare at her cleavage. "I'll find somewhere better for my stuff to go if you promise... well, we can see where it goes." He raised an eyebrow, hoping she didn't misunderstand what he meant by that. "And in the meantime," he added hurriedly, feeling his cheeks flush with embarrassment, "maybe we could just... be a little less uncomfortable around each other?"
"Deal," she agreed with a small smile before immediately regretting it. Great job, Tiger, now you've gone and done it. It was too late to take back her word though, so she might as well just go along with it. As if reading her mind, his gaze shifted from her lips to meet hers, and heat flushed through her body once more. Slowly, almost cautiously, he leaned in until their lips were inches apart. Her heart raced as she waited for him to make the first move.
Finally, he closed the distance between them, pressing his soft lips against hers. She could feel every hard angle and muscle beneath his skin through his shirt as they kissed, and it only served to heighten her awareness of their bodies. His tongue traced along the seam of her lips before slipping inside her mouth, tangling with her own tongue and teeth. A moan escaped from deep in her throat as pleasure coursed through her.
Her hands found their way up his chest, digging into the muscles there as she pulled him closer still. He groaned against her mouth, his body arching off the bed as if he couldn't get enough of her taste. The kiss seemed to last for an eternity before they finally broke apart, panting and staring at each other with wide eyes. She knew this was wrong on so many levels... but she couldn't help it.
He closed his eyes for a moment as they caught their breath, the feel of her soft lips and even softer tongue still lingering on his own. The taste of her mouth sent shockwaves through him, making it difficult to think about anything else besides what he wanted to do next... which was her. Her body pressed against him felt warm and inviting, and he couldn't resist the urge to slide a hand down over her side until he found himself cupping one of her perfect breasts. She gasped as his fingers massaged her nipple through her shirt.
A moan escaped from deep within her throat as he cupped her breast through her shirt, the feel of his rough hands on her sensitive skin making her wet with desire. She arched into him, pressing their bodies even closer together as he continued to tease her nipple. "Luther," she whispered hoarsely. "I want more..." Her hips began to move restlessly against his hand, seeking the contact she so desperately craved.
"Then take it," he growled, his voice rough with need as he reached down to tug at the hem of her shirt. She gasped again as cool air caressed her sensitive skin, and she lifted her arms obligingly so that he could pull it off over her head. Her breasts sprang free from her lacy bra, large and full and perfect. He groaned loudly as he lowered his head to take one of her nipples into his mouth, sucking hard while his other hand found its way up underneath her shirt.
Her back arched off the bed as he suckled at her nipple, teasing it with his tongue and teeth. Her hands tangled in his hair, urging him on as she moaned and writhed beneath him. She gasped for breath when he found his way up underneath her shirt, tracing light circles across her flat stomach before moving higher still until his fingers slid between the wet folds of her pussy. He was surprisingly rough as he parted her lips and started to stroke her clit, making her cry out in pleasure.
"Ahh~... ahhn~..." she moaned as sensation after sensation overwhelmed her. His touch was driving her wild, leaving her completely out of control. All she could think about was feeling him inside her, filling her up and claiming her for himself. "Please," she begged, arching into his hand even more desperately now.