They arrived at the house after getting a stash of snacks that a herd of college kids would be jealous of. Bags and bags of chips, ice cream all of the with-its and gallons of soda. For dinner he chose a bunch of frozen food. All the usual appetizer stuff. He pulled into the garage and turned to case, "Hey kiddo lets.." He couldn't help but smile. The poor thing was exhausted. Her head resting nicely against the back of the seat, her cute sounds of sleep made his heart melt. "Case?" He asked. She wouldn't budge.
He quickly and quietly put all of the groceries away and preheated the oven. He came back to the car and opened Case's door. He knelt down and tried to rouse her again. "Case," he said a little louder than before. She just moved and made a little moan. The sound traveled straight to his crotch. She had always been a heavy sleeper. He should have known this would happen if she fell asleep. He carefully picked her up and brought her into the house and placed her on the couch. Her perfectly tight little body was at such ease. Just resting and looking oh so peaceful. Jason still wished he knew what she was thinking? Just how close she had been to walking right into her own end. He shuddered at the thought. Before he realized what he was doing he ran his hand along her leg and her thigh. What was he thinking? Touching her while she was sleeping. He covered her gorgeous body with a throw blanket and went to get the food ready.
Casey woke up to the wonderful aroma of spicy fries, mozzarella sticks and a handful of other appetizers Jason threw in the cart. She stretched a little and looked around, and couldn't see Jason anywhere. For that she was thankful. She folded the blanket and headed to her bedroom. She needed to get out of these pants. She didn't know what was going on. But she woke up to her pants being sopping wet. What the hell? Her dreams didn't make the explanation any easier to swallow. Yes, a childish crush was one thing. But non stop dreams of him taking her was haunting her even while she was awake. Sheesh, he had been around her a lot, her whole life! No wonder he was always running rampant through her thoughts. And more so over the past years of living in the same house. Ecspeically more sexually.
That's when the problem started, she thought. Why did he have to be so hot? He was so young, well he acted it at the most important times and then acted like a grown up when needed. And that body! He was kind of tall at six feet but, he was so thin. When Casey remembered why is when she felt gross. Aunt Melanie. She shuddered. What a creeper she was! He had looked so thin because he lost his family a decade ago. And she thought it made him look hot. She was a terrible person.
But he was worse! Always being so nice and understanding. Always complimenting her and touching her. Always looking at her body. Making her wet with just a look! Casey sighed and looked for clothes to change into. She would prove it was all him. Yes. That's it. It wasn't her. It was all him. She wasn't the pervert. She would show him.
She pulled out some more yoga pants. They were white and almost sheer. So of course she would have to wear a nice thong with them. But what color? If he wasn't looking then it wouldn't matter. Right? So why not go for bold. A black skimpy thong would be perfect. Now for the shirt. Well it is cold out, so a long sleeve shirt would have to do. But nothing to cover herself up completely. How else would she make her point? Speaking of points. She was feeling very constricted at the moment. She removed her bra and ran her hands along her large breasts. Her nipples were rock solid, it had to be the cool air. She moaned slightly as she pinched them and she felt very naughty. She picked a light gray shirt. It was from an old boy friend, she hadn't slept with him but when she was over his house having dinner with his family she got hers dirty and he let her wear this one. She just never gave it back. It was a little big on her and made her breasts pop out and hid her flat stomach completely. She ran a brush through her hair and went to the kitchen.
"And so I am graced," He said rudely when she rounded the corner. He was drinking some scotch or whiskey or something. Whatever it was she could smell it on his breath.
She walked around him and touched his shoulder, and pressed herself against him in a hug, making sure her unconfined breasts were making their presence known on his arm. She smiled and said, "Hi," and left his side to grab some cola from the fridge. He handed her, her phone back when she sat at the table. She hesitated for a second, "Thanks." she said softly.
"Yea." Was all he said. Was he really mad at her? He didn't seem to be in the car, or on the way home? What was wrong?
"I," Was all she got out before he cut her off.
His response was sharp, "I'll be right back. Get some food together, the big plate is right there." he pointed to the counter. "I'll pick the movie." After drinking the last of his cup he placed it heavily onto the table and walked out of the room.
What was that about?
Well, if she wanted to prove her point she had to play nice. She gathered a plate of food and a bowl of chips and put it all on the large coffee table in the living room. Jason wasn't there. She sat down and was sipping on her drink when she heard Jason come into the room. He had his tablet in one hand and a disc in the other. He didn't look at her he just handed her the movie. Her finger tips grazed his ever so slightly and without saying a word he went and grabbed the DVD remote.
She stood up and went over to the player. She looked at the disk. What movie was this? It had no label, he must have burned it from the computer. She shrugged and knelt down, she arched her back and leaned over to put the disk in the player. Once it was in she placed her palms on the carpeted floor and straightened her arms, her toned little ass was straight up as she pushed herself up to stand. When she turned around she saw his face. He looked angrier then the time she skipped school and took his car for a drive. What was his deal? He wasn't even looking at her. That was odd in itself, he is always looking at her, even when he shouldn't he always did.
She sat down on the couch. He sat silent for several minutes without saying anything, or turning on the television. She couldn't take the silence anymore, she finally asked. "So, Jay. What are we watching?" She was sure he looked at her because of the name she used. She always called him Unjay unless she was mad at him. An old childish habit.
His look was less then friendly. "I've seen it once. Lets see what you think." He held her stare for a moment before saying in low rumble, "It's a real eye opener." With that the TV sprung to life and after a few seconds of loading an all too familiar movie came into view. The background, the noises, the star of the movie. Casey felt like she was going to be sick.
Why!? Why was this happening!?
This isn't happening!