Chapter 4

Nate

What the hell was this goddess doing with my twerp of a stepbrother? She had to know she was too good for him. And shit, did she wear the hell out of those short little dresses. She was petite. I doubt she weighed ninety pounds. I don’t know what Joshua was thinking, bringing her on this trip. He knew me well enough to know I didn’t care if she was his girlfriend. As far as I was concerned, she was fair game. I clearly wasn’t the only one thinking that.  A few times I caught my father checking her out in the rearview mirror. 

I was surprised when my father married Suzanne. Sure, she was hot and all, but come one. He was the king before settling down. I stupidly went to live with my mom when they got divorced. My dad had the bigger house, better cars, and the girls, oh man, the tail that guy could pull was legendary. Every time I would be at his house visiting he would have a different girl staying over. He was my hero. I’ve spent my entire life trying to live up to his status. Here I thought because he was married that he would be slowing down, but maybe I was wrong. The way he was glaring at Joshua’s girl made me wonder just how committed of a husband he was. 

I noticed Sarah had started to doze off, her head falling forward and then back with the motion of the car.  I looked at her exposed thighs and pointed to the goosebumps. “Bro, why don’t you cover your girl, it looks like she’s cold.”

Joshua quickly sat up and reached to the back of the SUV and grabbed a towel. He placed the towel gently over her lap. I heard a soft sigh escape her lips and she leaned her head onto Joshua’s shoulder. When she’d adjusted her position so that her head was against Joshua her lower half scooted closer to me. I felt her thigh brush up against my leg. Hmmm…What to do?

I pretended to yawn and adjusted my position so I could reach my hand under the towel that was covering her legs. I turned my head so I was looking out the window while I let my hand graze her smooth thigh. At first, nothing happened so I let my fingers explore further, rubbing my hand higher up her thighs. I took a moment to sneak a glance at Joshua and saw that he was looking out the other window, completely unaware I was caressing his girlfriend’s leg. She was so smooth, so soft. I wondered how often Joshua got to touch her pale little thighs. 

I let my fingers wander, lightly grazing her smooth skin, just barely making contact. I could feel the heat resonating from between her thighs. I felt myself getting hard. I let my fingers explore, slowly moving towards her inner thigh.  I could tell her breathing was quickening and her legs started to open, ever so slightly. That was all the encouragement I needed. My fingers traced further up her leg until I could feel the fabric of her panties.