Thread: The Getaway (Callisto + the suicide dress)

Life had pretty much turned into a living hell for Michael Van Halen. First he finds that his girlfriend has been cheating on him with one of his fellow frat boys, so that ended in a terrible dispute that left him single for four months now. Then he lost his job at Wal-Mart, which meant he was scraping to find money for rent. His fridge bare majority of the time, his grades dropping, his apartment a mess. And to top it all off, the school year ended with a letter, formally asking him to pursue a different career. Everything was going wrong and it was definitely stressing him out. With so much built-in anger, but no outlet, had turned the arrogant jerky man into an even more arrogant jerk. Those he called friends grew frustrated with him and cut off contact. None of his fuck buddies were single and willing to help, nor could he drive himself down to the clubs because he had no extra money to waste. So when Mom called him up and asked him to come home so they could figure something out, he almost cried with gratitude. Almost. Soon he was packed and headed home, with thankfully enough cash for gas and meals. He arrived home about ten hours later. Exhausted and dragging his suitcases, he arrived at the front door and knocked loudly. He expected his mom or his dad to open the door and help him inside. He did not expect to see a beautiful woman standing before him, with a filled out figure that seemed to beckon him. His tired blue eyes widened in surprise as he stared at the porcelain woman. Winnie?! He asked in shock, then shook his head. Nope, this definitely wasn't Winnie, with her black hair in pigtails and her dorky braces. No, this was Gwen, all grown up and about to become a senior, seventeen and with a body that men would kill to claim. She led him inside with a smile and showed him where his old room was, now bare except for a bed and dresser, then left. He was quick to flop down on the bed and pass out, but not after puzzling over his thoughts for a few minutes. His sister definitely didn't look like she used to, four years ago. She looked older, more grown up.. sexy. Michael was aware that he shouldn't be thinking such thoughts, but it was the truth. She looked, well, hot . It probably should've upset him at how enticing she must appear to men and that he should go into big brother mode, but he had a feeling she'd rebel against him. Things would be a bit unfamiliar between them, sincce it had been four years since they'd last seen each other. More misfortune in his life, it seemed! The entire family was due to go up to a nice ski resort and vacation, but somehow, their stupid cat, Darcy, had tripped Mom as she was going down the stairs and she broke her hip. Their frightened father had gingerly settled her into the car and took her to the hospital, where she stayed for a few days as they took x-rays, set the bone, and cast it for her. Since the doctor had put her under house arrest, their father sent Michael off to vacation with his sister, allowing them to have some bonding time while he took care of his wife. Michael was pretty damn nervous. A week alone, in a small cottage, with Gwen, enticing Gwen? Things had gotten worse for him. It had been about two weeks since he moved in, and their relationship hadn't improved much. They spoke at least once a day, but she seemed to go out of her way to avoid him, and he wasn't sure why. Did she not like him? Did she hate him or despise him? Did she know what he thought about, late at night? There was at least three times when he found one of her lacy bras, all while he was in the bathroom. He picked it up gingerly and set it into the hamper, trying his hardest to resist urges to smell or sniff or examine it. But he did notice that she was a 36 C, a perfect size for a woman. Not too small,.not too big, perfect swells to spill into his palms and.. So how's school? Excited for senior year? Michael said the words in a rush, giving her a sideways glance as he drove them to the ski resort, quite a ways out of town. His mind had wandered back, remembering, and he hurried to get it off that forbidden subject.