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In the Family (DarkofNight & Searching4shadows)

"Perv," she gently teased under her breath as she took the beer off him. "You know, if we lived in Australia I'd be legal age," she said taking her first gulp. She walked over to the couch and sat down, trying to ignore the leather jacket and the effect it was having seeing Rob in it again.

She took another gulp before answering. "My day was...annoying. What you witnessed when you walked in was the epitome of my frustration," she said trying to smile. She looked down at her beer, "I don't know, I haven't been feeling right all day. How about you? How was your day?"
 
"Oooh big word for a smart girl that doesn't have to try too hard." he teased her back. "And if we lived in Saudi Arabia you couldn't drink no matter how old you are." he grinned sarcastically and took a deep swig of his beer.

"Quiet day, I got some reading caught up on for class. Some days I have a hard time believing they can afford to pay me with what little I'm bringing in, but it comes out in the wash I suppose. What's got your panties in a twist?"
 
"IF my panties were in a twist, which they're NOT, it still wouldn't be any of your business." She took another swig of her beer, before stopping suddenly, letting his comment sink in. "Hey! What do you mean by that? I AM smart! Just because I don't have your experience and age...the start of those wrinkles around your eyes show that - doesn't mean I'm not smart," she said as she turned away from him, turning on the tv trying to avoid the subject.
 
"Sorry, forgot, hard to get your panties in a twist when you're not wearing any... I might have to steal some of your cucumber melon face mask to treat these terrible crows feet of mine." He smirked, chucking and walked to the stereo, turning it on and slowly cranking the volume up to drown out the din of the television.
 
She closed her eyes and pursed her lips together as Rob's "music" started pumping through the apartment. Shaking her head slightly, she downed the rest of her beer, got up, tossed it in the bin and mouthed "you're a jerk" to him before stomping off.

She went to her room, closing the door behind her and laid down on the bed. Suddenly all the frustration she'd pent up during the day had instantly faded. She was, on a small level, grateful that he'd flexed his big brother muscles in irritating the crap out of her. It reminded her exactly what their relationship was supposed to be, and not what she'd built it up to be in her mind. They were siblings. Nothing more. But that kiss...

Shaking her head slightly she looked over her schedule for the next day. It would be her first day of uni, and if she were honest with herself, now that she was here, she was actually looking forward to it.
 
He waited a few moments and turned down the stereo. Point made. Or had it been? Yeah he pissed her off, but it hasn't gotten him anywhere. Instead of ignoring him here, she was ignoring him in her room, which meant even less chance to chat her up. He stood and walked to her door, knocking.

"I'm an asshole, but can I come in and talk?"
 
She rolled her eyes and walked over to the door, opening it quickly trying to catch him off guard. Now that the stereo had been turned off, she spoke softly. "Though I'm delighted the rogue prince wants to talk with someone as lowly as I, if it's to pay me out some more I'm just not interested."

She closed her door just as quickly in his face before he had time to react and turned on her own stereo. Though not so loudly. The music, soft voices and slow rhythms, matched how she was feeling. It was a statement.
 
He sure loved getting a door slammed in his face, yes sir. Probably had that coming though. He had the distinct impression that he was the one causing friction here, and not the delightfully soft grinding kind they'd experienced last night either. He chided himself to stop thinking about her lips, her curves, out how intense the whole experience had been. Of course telling himself not to think about them just refreshed them in his mind.

Tomorrow would be free apart from work in the afternoon. He decided to start with a peace offering and made sure that even though he'd be sleeping in when she left for class, Rhonda would wake up to a freshly tidied up common area and some muffins he'd made for a convenient breakfast.
 
For Rhonda, even though it was still early, with all the drama that had gone on that day and all the events that had taken place the night before, she was exhausted. After her final encounter with Rob for the night, she decided on a shower. The warm water soothed the remainder of her frustration, lulled her senses and she found herself yawning. She decided to skip dinner and get an early night's sleep ready for her first day of uni.

After a thoroughly pleasant sleep she woke up early, refreshed and ready for whatever the day would bring. She changed, fixed her hair and makeup and quietly emerged from her bedroom, careful not to wake Rob. As she gathered her pack and books, she noticed that the living room was clean! And there were muffins on the table. He must've done this all last night, she thought to herself, and suddenly regretted the way she'd treated him the night before. Grabbing a bit of paper off the counter, she wrote "have a good day!" and popped it on the fridge door with one of the magnets.

Gathering her things and a muffin she headed quietly out the door.
 
It was nearly noon before Rob roused himself, showered, shaved and got dressed. He saw the note on the fridge and satisfied that the apology had been accepted, helped himself to one of the muffins. He was going to have to actually keep the place clean for the gesture to stick. Damn. Maybe if he just confined himself to playing videogames in one little spot, and picked up after himself really well afterward.

Work was a bear, the afternoon was slow as usual but once the dinner rush hit he'd been rushing constantly to mix drinks and refill mugs. It was after 10 when he finally climbed the stairs up to the apartment, taking off the ridiculous looking uniform vest as he walked in.
 
Rhonda's first day of uni was more intense than she was used to. Her day had consisted of a two hour lecture, a two hour tutorial and two one hour tutorials all located on different sides of the university. She felt like a complete noob walking around with her map, and it wasn't until her last tutorial that she'd made a few acquaintances. Everybody seemed to know everyone else, and for the first time in her life she was the odd one out. It wasn't her fault that her friends from high school had more money than sense and hadn't accompanied her to uni.

So after a long hard day she came home, cooked up some pasta as truth be told it was really the only thing she knew how to cook, and had settled down to start studying. By the time ten o'clock came, she was sat on the floor in front of the tv using the coffee table as a makeshift desk, textbooks covering the table, pink highlighter in hand, fast asleep.
 
Rob smiled at the sight in front of him. Say what you want about Rhonda being a rich girl, at least she was making an effort. He poured himself a glass of water, took his shoes off and dropped his knapsack and vest in his room, then came back out, took the highlighter from her hand softly and replaced the cap, gently nudging her awake.

"It's a little early for an all-nighter, and that can't be comfortable." He took a moment to glance over the opened page of her textbook and the notes she had taken, curious.
 
Slightly groggy, Rhonda woke up as Rob nudged her awake. She only really heard half of his teasing, but panicked when she heard the word 'all-nighter'. "What?!" She quickly checked her phone and realised she'd only been asleep about an hour. She let out a relieved breath before pushing Rob's legs playfully. "Don't do that! You near scared me half to death," she said snatching the highlighter from out of Rob's hand.

Putting the pen down she quickly rubbed her eyes before letting out a big yawn and stretching her arms out above her head. She leaned back resting her back and upper arms on the couch, not realising her tank top was slowly rising showing her taut stomach, and that her breasts were on better on display at that angle. She closed her eyes and moaned, just enjoying the stretch out.

"How was work?" she asked.
 
"You think that's scary, try finding out you spent the night before making out with the daughter of the guy that pays your rent." he teased her, mussing her hair and sitting down on the couch behind her.

"The day started slow, but kept me pretty busy, so no complaints." he said, putting his feet up on the corner of the coffee table. "I'm impressed though, your first real day and already busy taking notes and studying hard. Maybe you're not just a slacker ass rich girl."

He didn't look at her to see her reaction, just reached over for the remote, switching on the television and flipping through channels, watching only long enough to get a glimpse of the program and changing to the next station.
 
She pinched his leg when he called her a slacker, but she was so used to being type-cast as the rich girl stereotype that the comment wasn't taken seriously. "I'll remember that the next time I cook you dinner. Oh, b-t-w, there's some pasta leftover if you're hungry," she said idly pointing in the general direction of the kitchen.

When Rob started flipping channels she decided to pack in the studying for the night. She piled up her all her gear in the centre of the coffee table, and then when he wasn't paying attention she playfully snatched the remote out of his hand and flipped channels the way he had just done, trying hard to suppress the cheeky grin that wanted to be displayed across her lips. She waited to see how he'd react.
 
He resisted the urge to make eye contact. Or grin. Or even really look at her. He scooted sideways, casually reaching out and resting an arm on the back of the couch behind her.

He sat quietly, watching her imitating his obnoxious channel surfing, which was really only to annoy her in the first place. He waited, a few moments, then a few minutes longer, then struck, tickling her armpit furthest from him, pushing her towards him as the most immediate escape.
 
"Ah! No! No-ahaha!" she cried out, laughing loud as he tickled her. She quickly clutched the remote to herself as his fingers tickled her armpit pushing her toward him. Her body twisted and contorted uncontrollably under his expert touch as her laughter came out heartily and unimpeded.

Clutching the remote to her chest, also unfortunately trapped Rob's arm, and the more she struggled to move away from him, the closer she got. She ended up on her back on the couch with her head almost in his lap.
 
He reached down with his free hand, grabbing the remote and tugging against her attempt to hold the remote. Her intent to keep hold of the remote drew his hand toward her chest, pulling the back of his hand snugly into her cleavage. He twitched with the sudden realization of its placement, and found himself transfixed for a moment watching her breasts jiggling from her laughter and writhing. He must have had a momentary lapse in concentration - the remote slipped from his grip. He pulled his hand back rather quickly and eased off tickling her, letting her have the victory.

"You're kind of cute when you're not insulting me." he smiled down at her.
 
"Don't get used to it," she said playfully, secretly loving the small compliment he'd given her. Her breasts tingled slightly from where he had accidentally rubbed up against them, but instead of dwelling on the feeling for too long, she simply put it down to the flush of victory.

Comfortably lying on the couch, she quickly reached out and changed the channel, landing on a show that they could both watch. She sighed gently, and secretly wanting to further test the boundaries she had with her stepbrother, she kept her head in his lap, moving slightly so as not to lay on her hair, only half realising that all of her hair now fell across his lap. She placed the remote lazily ontop of her stomach and settled in to watch the show comfortably.
 
He stroked her cheek softly, "I won't, I'm sure tomorrow you'll be back to your old condescending self." he grinned, turning back toward the television, hand down near his side, not touching her but close by. The show wasn't terrible, a comedy, and he let himself relax. He had a sudden thought of Rhonda turning over, making his night much better by far, that made his manhood twitch with desire again, he closed his eyes, taking a deep breath, trying to keep his mind from wandering off in fantasy.

His hand brushed against her hair. It was smooth and soft. He began stroking it softly, eventually letting his fingers tangle in her tresses as he did so, then tugging softly as he pulled his fingers absentmindedly though her hair, watching from the corner of his eye, hoping she was enjoying it.
 
Rhonda loved the way Rob's fingers played with her hair. She loved touch of any kind, and a small smile played on her lips. She wasn't sure why she was enjoying this as much as she was. But she didn't want to think about it too much. As the show continued, one of the storylines played out that one of the main characters broke up with his girlfriend in a spectacular display of the worst possible way. Her breasts jiggled gently as she laughed at the funny parts, but when the sad part of the breakup happened she unconsciously reached for Rob's idle hand and leaned it up against her cheek where he had stroked it earlier. She suddenly missed his touch on her skin.

When the ad break came she realised what she'd done. But instead of freaking out, she suddenly wished that she could feel more of his touch. In a quick decision that she hoped with everything she had that she wouldn't regret, she splayed his fingers slightly and moved his hand until she had placed his palm ontop of her breast, hers ontop of his. She held her breath slightly and waited for Rob's reaction.
 
His breath caught in his throat as he realized what was happening, then he smiled, squeezing her breast softly, trying to remember how he'd done it other night that made her moan in his ear. He wasn't sure what prompted this. After the rough last couple days they'd had together, getting to feel her up again, even if still through a shirt and bra was not something he was foolish enough to turn down.

He grinned down at her, "I had no idea you liked having your hair played with this much."

His hand pulled back, only a few inches, fingertips slipping under the neckline of her shirt and edge of her bra. Sitting as she was, it was the perfect angle to slip in and get a feel skin on skin. He squeezed her soft breast again, feeling the warmth of her smooth skin this time.
 
She gasped slightly as she watched his hand move. At first she thought he was removing it, but when he slipped it under her clothes and squeezed gently she closed her eyes and let out a soft moan. She smiled, slightly breathless as her body started responding to his familiar touch. He wanted this just as much as she did!

She looked up at him, and his gaze upon her made her pussy pulse. She unconsciously bit her lower lip, and moved her torso slightly, pushing her breast up and into his hand.

"Oh, I love it," she said in response. "But sometimes, it's not enough...and tonight...well...I feel like more..." Her voice was unsure, and inexperienced. Oh, she knew how to get what she wanted from a guy her own age. Get him drunk, flash him some skin. But this was different. Rob was older. And he was her-...she stopped herself from thinking. If just for one night. She could cure her craving. But would he be up for it...
 
He felt her nipple getting hard against the palm of his hand, feeling her pressing herself against his hand, body responding to his touch - it was getting him hard, fast. He smiled, pinching her hard nipple and giving it a bit of a twist.

This was stupid, he was getting carried away. More over, it was with his step sister. He was supposed to be looking out for her. He had to admit he wanted this though, even after he discovered who she was. What if her dad found out about this? No, fuck it. He'd worry about that when and if it became an issue, and if it really came to it he could handle paying for rent by himself again.

His hand slipped out, reaching down, taking the hem of her shirt and tugging upward, exposing first her taut belly, then her bra, pausing only briefly to let her slip her head and arms out comfortably before tugging it off completely.

"I feel like we should start with less."
 
She closed her eyes and moaned again, feeling him pinch her nipple. He was loving this, she could tell, and so was she. She felt his hand leave her breast, and opening her eyes surprised she watched him relieve her of her top and bra, glad that he wasn't stopping the play altogether. She smiled shyly as her bare skin and plump breasts were finally revealed to his gaze. She felt vulnerable, but somehow she knew she could trust him.

She giggled breathlessly at his comment and felt her pussy pulse harder as she saw the way he looked at her. "How's this?" she asked quietly, her voice thick with desire. "Or should we go for even less?"
 
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