awkward. It made me sound... boastful. I had to put that stuff in there if I wanted to make the sale, and I had to say it smoothly and confidently. I sighed as I packed up my desk. I'd practice it while moving things.
The entire drive over there, I was sweating bullets. Since taking Kelsey's virginity, I hadn't been in the same room as her and other people. How awkward would she make this? Would she be able to control herself?
I pulled up to my father-in-law's house, and Lynn's car was already there. There was a moving truck in the driveway, its back open. Here goes nothing , I thought.
"Hello?" I yelled as I entered the open front door.
"Come on in," I heard Bill yell. He appeared at the top of the stairs, carrying two heavy boxes stacked on top of each other. I ran up the stairs and grabbed one from him, and we carried them out to his truck.
He shook my hand. "How've you been?" he asked.
I smiled. "Fine," I lied, but convincingly.
"Good!" he said, happily. I had always liked the man but knew that our friendship would be over if he found out what happened. "Go grab a box. Kelsey's room is up the stairs, right across from the bathroom."
How could I forget? I remembered back to the time, before Kelsey was 18, when I had spent the night. I had brushed my teeth while Kelsey brushed hers, and she had stared at me the whole time. When I walked past her room, she had left the door open. She was on the bed, in lingerie, knees bent, staring at me, inviting me in with her body. I had slammed the door to her room, then. I wish I had just kept on slamming the door on her.
I walked up the stairs. I could see Lynn in Kelsey's room, boxing up stuff. As I entered the room, Kelsey looked up. We both froze, looking each other up and down.
Kelsey was wearing a tight pair of jeans and a short sleeve t-shirt. Over the shirt was a gold jacket, the kind that you'd see at a club. It had a zipper in front but she had it open, accentuating her tits without being immodest. It was a sexy ensemble for sure. In fact, she looked more sexy than I had ever seen her...with clothes on.
"Hey Tom," she said, acting nonchalant.
"Hey Kelsey," I replied. "Dressing to impress the guys at the campus already?"
She blushed. She knew I was coming over, and it was just as likely that she had dressed to impress me. "You only make a first impression once," she said.
"That's true," I said. I grabbed a box and headed out the door. I didn't want to engage her in conversation any more than I had to. For the next few minutes, I just grabbed boxes and went down the stairs, loading them into the truck. After a while, Kelsey and Lynn began bringing boxes down too. As Kelsey passed me in the hall when I had a box, she squeezed past me. There was plenty of room, but she made sure to get extra close, rubbing her fantastic teen tits against my body. I inhaled sharply. She smiled at me but kept walking.
Every time we passed each other from then on, she'd go in for a touch. I was being driven insane by this sexy little girl's touches, and she probably thought it was hilarious. The erection in my pants was getting harder every time I saw her. Lynn, on the other hand, seemed to not care when we came close. Why would she ever worry about her husband with her little sister?
When the last box was in the truck, I breathed a sigh of relief. I'd be able to get out of here with Lynn, and we'd go home and fuck like rabbits. I walked up to Lynn and gave her a kiss. "See you at home, baby."
"Home? Aren't you going to go to the college and help move Kelsey in now?"
I froze. I turned around. Lynn's dad was right there, and his stance said Yeah, aren't you? I smiled. "Of course I am."
"Good. I actually am going home so I can get dinner ready. I'll see you there," Lynn said. She came in close and kissed me, then whispered in my ear. "Thanks again for this. I'll have something waiting for you when you get home."
I smiled. The thought of her getting sexually excited at home would help
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