Love is Complicated

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Chasity:

The shower was so refreshing. I let the water run down my naked back. I had recently gotten a back tattoo, but my mom didn't know yet. I had always been fascinated with fairies and I got wings on my back. It had been a pricey tattoo because it went the full length of my back and down to my mid-thigh. The tops of the wings came over my shoulders and stopped just two inches onto my front. I had loved them, but I knew my mom wouldn't. It had taken almost a week to finish, but I was happy with the result.

I also had a couple other tattoos as well, they were older. One was hidden behind my right ear, it was made up of a few music notes. I also had another one on my left foot, a tiny wolf pup howling at the moon, which was created by a white birthmark that formed a nearly perfect circle; the artist had made it into a perfect circle. It had been my first tattoo because I had been obsessed with wolves in my youth, so when I turned 18, I had wanted it so bad that I just got.

I smiled down and my little wolf and still couldn't seem to regret getting it. I washed my long locks, taking my time. Having lived on campus, I hadn't gotten much privacy in the bathroom and I was thoroughly enjoying my time to myself.

Knock, knock.

"Yeah?" Thinking it had to be my mom.

"I got to pee." Hunter called through the door. 

Since it was the master bathroom, there was no lock on the door. I was in the stand-up shower, it had three stone walls and a full glass wall to make the fourth one. It was fogged by the heat, so I knew he wouldn't be able to see me.

"Come on in. I'm going to be a while. I've got a lot of hair to wash." Like I had said, I hadn't had much privacy for the past four years. I heard the door open and the lid being lifted on the toilet.

"Don't forget to put the seat back down," I laughed. "I don't want to fall in." He chuckled.

Man, he was taking his time.

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Hunter:

I could see the outline of her body in the shower. I tried to avert my eyes, but couldn't seem to resist. I watched as she washed her hair and then her body, wishing I could just get undressed and join her. My blood left my head and travelled further south just as I finished my business. I flushed and went to the sink to wash my hands turning on the cold water. She screamed.

"Oh my bad!" I apologized as I rinsed my hands. I dried my hands, thinking.

"Hunter, ummm. Can I ask you something?" She asked hesitantly before quickly adding, "You can say no." I perked up.

"Sure."

"Can you wash my back? I know it's awkward, but I left my scrubber in one of my suitcases."

I was there in an instant and took a deep breath. It's completely innocent, I told myself. My wolf grinned. My hard-on got harder, I hadn't known that was even possible, and it began to ache.

"Yeah, sure. Anything for my future sister."

She opened the door and held out a soapy washrag, facing away from me. With her other arm, she tried to cover her chest, but her bust was too much to cover with one arm alone. I took the rag and she pulled her long hair over her shoulder, so I could wash her back. I got a good look at her ass, which was perfectly shaped and covered mostly by a tattoo. 

She looks good naked, my wolf said, mischievously. I took my time washing her back, enjoying the view.

*****

Chasity:

He was taking his sweet time washing my back. He's probably trying not to look, I reasoned with myself, but couldn't help smiling.

I glanced back at him only to find him staring at my bare ass with a huge grin on his face. I wanted to be mad, but I could see how happy he was to see me naked. I blushed all the way down to my toes, it felt like. I stepped out from under the water and turned it to cold, discreetly.

Then I reached out and grabbed Hunter by the collar of his shirt as his smile got wider. I yanked him under the water and heard him shout. I jumped out of the shower in a fit of laughter and grabbed my towel before leaving the bathroom.

"I figured you needed to cool off," I called back at him as I ran into the room, barely noticing that he had shut the door. I heard the shower shut off and I went to the closet to get myself some underwear trying to act completely innocent. I dried myself enough to get panties on.

I had barely accomplished that before he was on top of me, soaking wet. I gasped, still covered by my towel.

"Kids?" My mother knocked in the door, apparently he had locked the door too.

He was off me in an instant and I thought I heard him growl in anger. Maybe I was hearing things. I got up and fixed my towel and walked to the door.

"Yeah, mom?"

"Where's Hunter?"

"Bathroom, he jumped in right as soon as I opened the door. I guess he really had to go." I laughed, to hide the guilt of lying to my mom.

I knew she would scold me for allowing him in there, but I had thought it completely innocent until I had seen the look in his eyes when he had me pinned. My heart was still racing from that look.

"Oh, okay." She smiled, not suspecting a thing. "Well, Greg and I are going to go out for dinner. Esperanza, the new maid put a couple of plates in the fridge, if you guys are hungry. We will probably catch a movie after so don't wait up for us." She kissed me on the cheek before leaving.

I waved after her before I closed my door to get dressed. I heard the shower running, as I got dressed. I picked out a pale blue tank top and a pair of short shorts.

Luckily, my mom had put my TV on my side of the room. So I laid down on my bed and switched on the TV. An hour had passed before Hunter decided to come out of the bathroom. He came out with only a towel around his waist. The other closet was on his side of the room and he walked right in front of the TV, stopping just to the side to watch the show I had it on.

I kept glancing at his back. He was really fit. Chris Evans in The First Avenger, immediately came to mind. I sighed and he turned to me. I looked down, as quickly as I could, but I was not quick enough. He smirked, obviously pleased with himself.

I looked down at my recently done nails. I had gone to get them put on before I left California. I played with my brand new acrylics.

"So, mom and Greg are out on a date. The maid left us dinner in the fridge," I said, still looking at my nails. I had gotten a french manicure. I sat up from my position on my stomach.

"So, we're all alone for the night?" He said, in a husky voice that sent a shiver down my spine and wetness to my lady place.

No, bad Chaz, you can't think like that about your new brother, my inner voice told me. To which I just replied, Step-brother.

"Yeah, I guess. Now we can have some brother/sister bonding time. You know? To get to know each other better," I said, more to remind myself, than for his benefit.

"Step," was all he said, and I knew he was talking about our relation to each other. "Let me get dressed and then we can 'bond' together."

He walked out of my view, but I caught glimpses of him through the partitions and through them I could see his tight ass as he bent to put on his boxer-briefs. I leaned too far over to look at him and I fell right off the bed.