Drowning With Desire; Step Brother Undone

Coming home from studying abroad after these 4 years is nerve-wracking. I've missed Izzy and Taylor so much I am so excited to see them. Mom and David have been fighting so much that I'm nervous to come home to that. Izzy and Taylor have written me lots of letters over the years, I feel bad for how little I've written them back, but since I met Trish, my world has completely revolved around her and her family. "Do you think your family is going to like me?" She asks, biting her thumb in the seat next to me on the airplane. I smiled at her nervous little habit and grabbed her hand before she made a sore. "They will love you, baby, especially Izzy and Taylor! Mom will be over the moon to finally meet you." I responded as reassuringly as I could muster, not actually knowing how this trip is going to go has me on edge too. "What of they think I'm too high maintenance, baby? I am not used to life on a farm. I've never been to one." She asks, plucking her hand away from mine to tuck a loose strand of her curly chocolate brown hair back behind her ear. I smiled even wider to reassure her more, "I'm sure they will be patient in showing you around my love, and our engagement will be such great news to them. They will want to include you in everything." She leaned back in the seat to look out the window just as the ding came on for the captain to speak. "Alrighty folks, get ready to land. We have arrived in record-breaking time. Please fasten your seat belts and prepare to land. Please remain seated until we have fully stopped and connected to the terminal, and thank you for flying with us." She grabs my hands with a strangling grip as the plane starts to descend. "God, I hate flying, Zane. "I know, sweetie, but we will be on the ground soon." After we land I grab our suitcases and lead us to the rental car place. "Here are your keys, Mr. Terrance, it's going to be the Black, RangeRover at the very back right-hand side." "Thank you," I said, handing the man a $20 tip. "Really? $20? All he did was give you the keys, babe?!" Trish whined. "Baby, he was very kind and gave us very good service and discounts. I am going to tip him generously for his generosity towards us. This is America. A lot of people here rely on tips, and it feels good to make someone else's day. what is $20 compared to that?" I responded, hoping I could get her to understand. "Well, maybe their employers should pay them better, and maybe its not up to you to make someone else happy." She pouted. As I opened her door, I stared at her very sternly, "Trisha, you come from wealth, and I will be making good money working for my father as his lawyer. Please mind your manners and learn to have some empathy and generosity to those who may need it more." she pouted and frowned as she took her seat in the car. I shut her door and took a deep breath of the crisp Fall Indiana air. I was sitting one more time before I climbed in the car for the 3 hour drive to my parents' farm. "Look, we both wanted to move back here. You need to learn how things work, especially when you will be living in this small town. If you are a bad tipper, and they know you make money, word gets around, and your image will be labeled with that. Is that what you want? to be known as a bad tipper?" I asked, hoping to appeal to her desire for a perfect image. She gasped, "No, I suppose you are right. But you will have to teach me when it's appropriate and how much. I dont want to be throwing my money around aimlessly." She finally relented. "I will, but for now, why dont you get some rest. It's a long drive to my families farm." As we finally pulled into the driveway, I parked near my mom's Chevy, Pickup. "Babe, time to wake up, we are here." I tried to stir her, but Trish was out cold. I sighed and got the luggage out of the trunk and brought it inside. Everyone was asleep, Mom said they would be. After all, it's 3am. Then I went back and carried Trish inside. I walked her to my old room to lay her on the bed, but someone else was lying there. I squinted to see who it might be, probably Taylor. She was so excited to hear I was coming she probably tried to stay up and decided the best spot to be was the bed so she would wake up when I got here. Taylor is 9 now, the only child Izzy's Dad and my mom had together. I laid Trish down next to Taylor and picked Taylor up to carry her to her bed. As I was walking back from Taylor's room, I heard a noise downstairs. "What now," I mumbled. Scrubbing my face from the exhaustion of the day. As I crept down the stairs, trying not to wake anybody, I saw this long slender leg climbing in through the kitchen window. Shocked, I watched as a beautiful Auburn haired Izzy climbed through the window, stumbling over the counter. "What the f**k Izzy?! You nearly gave me a heart attack!" She jumped backwards, shocked to get caught and started falling over. I wrapped my arm around her back and caught her, just to lose my own balance and fall on top of her. "oooooph," she groaned, squirming under me. "Your bulky! Get off!" She groaned I propped myself up on my elbow smiling down at her *Wow, when did Izzy grow up? Her body is so filled out now, her breasts feel so soft against my chest. Goddamn it what the f**k is wrong with me?!* "Not until you apologize for scaring me!" I smirked at her. Her big Hazel eyes widened at me under her thick long lashes, then she squinted, realization dawning on her face. "Benson!" She yipped, trying to bounce for joy from under me, but just making my pants tight from her rubbing against me. She pulled me in for a tight squeezing hug, but the way it made me lose my balance from propping myself up just made me land on her lips. *God her lips are so full and so soft, they feel so nice, I wonder what they would feel like wrapped around my c**k* She moaned under me *God these pants are tight* "Zane," She murmured I opened my eyes to find hers glazed over and half lidded. "I'm so sorry Izzy." I exclaimed trying to scramble off of her. She touched her lips watching me as I stood up, I reached my hand down to help her up and she just stared at it. "I can't believe that you are my first kiss, and it wasn't even on purpose" she sighed. I laughed at her disappointment "Would you rather I have kissed you on purpose?" I said half joking, but also wanting her answer. She looked away blushing. *God shes so f*****g beautiful when shes blushing, why do I feel this way.* "Maybe a little." She finally said and looked back up at me with those hauntingly beautiful eyes. I picked her up off the ground, and set her up straight. Tucking a loose strand behind her ear and caressing her cheek. *God when did she grow up? Why do I feel this way? She's perfect.*