The Getaway (Callisto + the suicide dress)

[Callisto]

Life had pretty much turned into a living hell for Michael Van Halen.

First he finds that his girlfriend has been cheating on him with one of his fellow frat boys, so that ended in a terrible dispute that left him single for four months now. Then he lost his job at Wal-Mart, which meant he was scraping to find money for rent. His fridge bare majority of the time, his grades dropping, his apartment a mess. And to top it all off, the school year ended with a letter, formally asking him to pursue a different career.

Everything was going wrong and it was definitely stressing him out. With so much built-in anger, but no outlet, had turned the arrogant jerky man into an even more arrogant jerk. Those he called friends grew frustrated with him and cut off contact. None of his fuck buddies were single and willing to help, nor could he drive himself down to the clubs because he had no extra money to waste.

So when Mom called him up and asked him to come home so they could figure something out, he almost cried with gratitude. Almost. Soon he was packed and headed home, with thankfully enough cash for gas and meals.

He arrived home about ten hours later. Exhausted and dragging his suitcases, he arrived at the front door and knocked loudly. He expected his mom or his dad to open the door and help him inside. He did not expect to see a beautiful woman standing before him, with a filled out figure that seemed to beckon him. His tired blue eyes widened in surprise as he stared at the porcelain woman.

"Winnie?!" He asked in shock, then shook his head. Nope, this definitely wasn't Winnie, with her black hair in pigtails and her dorky braces. No, this was Gwen, all grown up and about to become a senior, seventeen and with a body that men would kill to claim.

She led him inside with a smile and showed him where his old room was, now bare except for a bed and dresser, then left. He was quick to flop down on the bed and pass out, but not after puzzling over his thoughts for a few minutes. His sister definitely didn't look like she used to, four years ago. She looked older, more grown up.. sexy.

Michael was aware that he shouldn't be thinking such thoughts, but it was the truth. She looked, well, hot. It probably should've upset him at how enticing she must appear to men and that he should go into big brother mode, but he had a feeling she'd rebel against him. Things would be a bit unfamiliar between them, sincce it had been four years since they'd last seen each other.

*~*~

More misfortune in his life, it seemed!

The entire family was due to go up to a nice ski resort and vacation, but somehow, their stupid cat, Darcy, had tripped Mom as she was going down the stairs and she broke her hip.

Their frightened father had gingerly settled her into the car and took her to the hospital, where she stayed for a few days as they took x-rays, set the bone, and cast it for her. Since the doctor had put her under house arrest, their father sent Michael off to vacation with his sister, allowing them to have some bonding time while he took care of his wife.

Michael was pretty damn nervous. A week alone, in a small cottage, with Gwen, enticing Gwen?

Things had gotten worse for him. It had been about two weeks since he moved in, and their relationship hadn't improved much. They spoke at least once a day, but she seemed to go out of her way to avoid him, and he wasn't sure why. Did she not like him? Did she hate him or despise him? Did she know what he thought about, late at night?

There was at least three times when he found one of her lacy bras, all while he was in the bathroom. He picked it up gingerly and set it into the hamper, trying his hardest to resist urges to smell or sniff or examine it. But he did notice that she was a 36 C, a perfect size for a woman. Not too small,.not too big, perfect swells to spill into his palms and..

"So how's school? Excited for senior year?" Michael said the words in a rush, giving her a sideways glance as he drove them to the ski resort, quite a ways out of town. His mind had wandered back, remembering, and he hurried to get it off that forbidden subject.

 

[†he suicide dress.]

breathe.

Gwendolyn couldn't breathe.

She'd been like this since he'd come home. Michael. They hadn't seen each other for years - he always away, always with his friends, or his girlfriend. Gwen supposed he'd been busy, living without them, without the restrictive structure of their parents' household. But she'd missed him.

Then he returned.

Gwen had hovered around the house, distracted, like a butterfly in a pale, flimsy blue blouse. Their parents had gone for a few groceries, and it'd been Gwen and Darcy, their cat, fat and creamy tan, lounging by her side, a slim hand in his soft fur. Humming with the excitement, she'd waited. When the knock had sounded her heart had lept - gently, she pushed Darcy off of her, and went to the door.

Michael in her memories had been lean, a boy with a wicked smirk. Michael in reality was... he was --

Her heart settled somewhere in her throat, and Gwen's eyes (the same bright blue as his) widened, her lips (bitten over and over again in mindless boredom, rosy and plumper for it) parting. Tall, his dark hair dishevelled, built meanly... he was exactly the kind of man - not boy, not anymore - that her friends whispered about. That she - that she --

In the passenger seat of Michael's car, Gwendolyn's breath caught, her lips parting with it, slight, pink and shining in the reflection of the window she was staring out of. Her friend, her best friend Kelsey, liked to tease her constantly for being so... virginal. Maria who was, at seventeen, a fantasy for all the boys they knew and their fathers with small hard breasts and curved, heart-shaped behind, Kelsey dressed to flaunt both in tight denim and low-scooped shirts. "You have to live a little," She'd complain to Gwen. "You even dress boring."

"Boring" to Kel just meant Gwen didn't show enough skin. The brunette liked what she liked, pastel things mostly, buttoned blouses with sweet collars scalloped edged, peter-pan, little cap sleeves. Thin and sheer, the cream of her skin would shine through, Gwen oblivious too it, oblivious to the ghost-like lines of her swells and curves, visible to anyone.

It'd been Kelsey's idea, the lingerie, the lace and frills that now went under her shirts. Her older sister worked in a department store, and had given the pair her staff discount - by the end of the day, the Van Halen girl had sets in silk, lace, chiffon; soft cups, hard, lifting. Soft blues, pinks, whites. Underwear that whispered against her, smooth under hesitant fingers. She'd even bought a nightgown - a babydoll, really, white cotton, soft enough that it felt like silk. Gwen had only worn it a few times, and only in her room, heart beating strangely - she hadn't had it for long and Michael was with them, by then. It showed the tops of her thighs and the dark shadow of her innermost self. The faint pink tips of her breasts. It was an item made for bed -- and yet, Gwen had packed it, face burning the entire time.

Even now, thinking about it, her cheeks warmed.

"School's fine." She replied to her brother, dark hair curling against her shirt as she shifted. A week, she thought faintly, with Michael. In a cabin. In the snow. "I guess I'm excited. It's scary, though - I still... I still don't know what I want to do for college."

The last part she said without thinking. Gwen didn't know what she wanted - not from this week, let alone her future.

 

[Callisto]

"College.." Michael choked a little on his own words, feeling old. His little sister was going to be in college, come a year's time. It was pretty sudden, hitting him a bit harder then it should've. He felt a pinge of regret, not calling much for the past few years, only on Christmas or once every blue moon.

"You'll be alright, Gwen. I suggest you go to a community college, get your Associates while you try to discover what it is that you like to do. Once you finish with the basics, transfer and work on your Bachelors." He offered, giving the same advice he had been given by his wonderful mom.

Speaking of which, he hoped she was okay and made a mental reminder to call her later. He still felt a bit of anger towards her for leaving him alone with Gwen, even if it wasn't her fault. God knows this was going to be a long week.

Once they arrived at the cabin, Michael helped her unload their luggage and dragged it inside. There was only two rooms, side by side, so they had no choice but to be besides each other. He went into the right, she the left. It would definitely be weird, knowing she was sleeping only twenty feet away. Naked, or with lingerie? Sweats or matching pajamas? Or maybe nothing, maybe she didn't sleep, maybe she stayed up all night on her laptop, headphones in to listen and watch as a man fucked some whore online, her fingers delving in and o-

"Michael?"

"Coming!" Michael yelled as a loud knock rapped on his door, his heart pounding as he snapped out of his thoughts. He stood up off the bed and angrily punched the wall, feeling his heart race. He had let his mind wander too far and all the blood had rushed to his penis, making him form a semi hard boner as he imagined his little sister masturbate.

He tried to think of stupid things, like food and bunnies, until he was sure he was sift again. Then he awkwardly loosened his jeans and opened the door, finding his sister in the kitchen as she looked for stuff to make dinner with. "Whatcha maming?" He tried to joke, a small smirk forming as he met her gaze.