Thread: Romancing Roxanne (XxMoonlightRomancexX  and ...)

The first thing he noticed after parking was the strange car in the drive, but he assumed it was one of her co-workers dropping her off from work. With the grocery bag containing steaks, asparagus, and a bottle of champagne in his left hand and his messenger bag in his right, Rand trudged up the walk to the little cottage. He admired it as he had every day since they had moved in two weeks ago. It was small, but it was perfect for their needs. Set off on its own on a large lot that accessed the main road by a long, gravel driveway, its two bedrooms were perfect for his sister and him. Rand had been itching to get out of their parents house for a number of years, but it wasnt until his home based business of web site development had taken off that he felt he could afford to. He had found the cottage through a client, but the rent was a little too steep for him. He had mentioned it in passing while his parents and sister were having dinner. She had approached him later with the proposal that she would take the other bedroombe his roommate, and she would pay him the difference of whatever he thought he could afford on his own. The cottage was perfect and he had immediately accepted her offer. That had been two weeks ago, and Roxanne and he had settled into their new home quite nicely. He had bought the steaks and champagne as a welcoming dinner for them both, but especially for his little sister. She had just turned 19 and was only 2 years younger than he, but he knew that she would always be his little sister. He thought about her as he set down the bags and fumbled for his keys. At 54, she was a petite girl, but her body was perfectly proportioned. Her breasts were probably a 32B, or so he guessed on a number of occasions. Her bottom was small, but it was full and firmone of his friends had called it tight. Her skin was lightly bronzed and, like his, was always that way thanks to some long forgotten ancestor. He thought about how her long brunette hair fell past her shoulders, the light always catching her blond highlights as the soft curls framed her face. Rand knew that others thought Roxanne beautiful, but only he knew just how beautiful his sister really was. Her lips were full and glossy, and he had often found himself in the embarrassing, awkward spot of becoming lost in her beautiful eyes which were usually hazel but changed depending on her mood and ,he had noted, her cycle. When others were around it usually wasnt too bad, but when they were alone he would find himself finally responding to her repeated calling of his name. He would always feel the heat of his cheeks blushing with the embarrassment he felt. He would always give her a sheepish smile and she would always give him a bemused, yet gentle, smile in return. Neither of them had ever mentioned it they would just keep on with whatever they were doing. He found himself thinking of his sister oftenhow she spoke, how she looked as she sat across the table from him in the morningeven how she looked as she relaxed next to him on the couch in the evenings, the sheer teddy she wore clinging to her bodybut he didnt think it odd anymore. He had thought of her in ways that a brother wouldnt normally think about his sister, but as the month and then years went by, he had accepted his feelings for what they were. He told himself that his constant thoughts about her just meant that he loved her very much, but deep down he knew the truth. He wasnt yet to the point where he could embrace the fact that he loved his sister for the woman she was, furthermore,that he lusted for her body. He would be masturbating at night to some fantasy girl only to find that she had morphed into Roxanne. He wouldnt consciously think about it, but the fantasy girl writhing beneath him would suddenly become his little sisterand it happened more and more often. He did love her dearly, though, and with good reason. She was funny, she was intelligent, and what he found most appealing was that she cared. She was kind to people and animals, and he loved that about her. Outside the times when he found himself inadvertently masturbating to her vision as he lay in his darkened room, he had a lot of acceptable reasons for thinking about her as often as he did. He opened the door, set his stuff down in the entrance way, and then closed it behind him. He took the few steps from the entrance way into the living room and then froze. Roxanne and a young boy--- calling him a man was a stretch---were sitting on the couch the couch I bought . They were kissing, which by itself would have bothered him, but what made it intolerable was Roxannes clothing. It wasnt her clothing, actually, but the fact that her blouse was pulled off her arms and shoulders and was bunched above the hem of her skirt. He fixated on her pert breasts for a moment. They were 32B,he noted, and her small pink nipples were sticking out with her excitement. He watched as the boy pressed his lips against hers as he held her waist. He saw that Roxanne didnt seem to be kissing him back, but it didnt matter. He felt emotions flood him, but the biggest ones were rage, sadness, and betrayal. Get out. He said it in an even voice. He wasnt shouting at all, but both Roxannes and the boys heads snapped around at the unexpected voice which had said the two words with such understated menace. He took another step towards them. Get out, kid. Right fucking now. Looking up at Rands 65 frame, his slim, muscular body tense with ragethe boy didnt hesitate. Without saying a word to Roxanne, he bolted up from the couch and fled past Rand. The door slammed, and Rand listened to gravel pepper the door as the boy drove off rapidly. Looking down at his sister, his face showing his pain and sadness, Rand could only say How could you, Roxanne? How could you hurt me like this? Even as the words left his mouth, and as much as he meant them, Rand wondered if, by saying such a thing to his sister, he had said too much.