0 comments/ 34172 views/ 15 favorites Pranks & Promises By: Chrysalis65 Mia and Sam's Aunt Polly couldn't have died at a more opportune time. Just two months prior to Polly's timely demise, Mia had left a five-year marriage that had gone sour and her brother Sam had lost his lucrative computer job in California due to corporate downsizing. They had both moved back in with the dear spinster aunt who had raised them from teenagers after their parents had died in a car accident. Polly had been showing them the ropes to her successful flower shop when she died one night. She had left both the house and her business to her only living relatives, her niece and nephew Mia and Sam Malone. Mia woke early on a steamy May morning and slid a smooth white dress shirt over her tank top and panties. It was the one thing she'd taken from her marriage to Frank. He'd thrown it at her the day she left, yelling that she had worn it more than he ever did (which was true, she preferred it to any of her nightgowns) and that it looked better on her slender, petite 5'2" frame than it did straining over the potbelly he'd grown the last months of their stormy marriage. She passed by the cheval mirror in the hallway on her way to the kitchen and raked a hand through her sleep tousled short brown hair and admired how pretty and tan her bare legs looked under the short dress shirt. Luckily, only Frank had gained weight due to the strain of their relationship. Mia, on the other hand, had lost a few pounds and she decided she looked better than she ever had. In the kitchen, she made a pot of coffee and then stood by the sliding glass doors watching the sunrise and waiting for the coffee to brew. Pale golden rays illuminated the back door of the small guest house that sat opposite the short back lawn of the Victorian home Mia now shared with her brother Sam. Sam had mentioned a few days ago that he had rented the house to an old college pal of his who had lost his job in Canada for similar reasons as he had. The back door to the guesthouse opened quite suddenly. Mia gasped and stepped behind the vertical blinds that half covered the sliding glass doors. A man clad only in dark sweatpants came out and stretched slowly as he reached bare arms upwards towards the sky. Mia sucked in her breath. Oh, hell, he was gorgeous! The sunlight gleamed on his pale caramel skin and picked out glints in his thick dark hair. He turned to face her and he was just close enough that Mia could see the smattering of hair on his chest and she imagined his eyes were as dark as his hair. He bent forward from his waist and swept his hands towards the ground, then straightened, his hands clasped above his head. Mia's eyes were drawn inexorably to the vee of hair on his toned stomach that disappeared under the waistband of his sweatpants, an arrow that pointed out the hidden bulge between his legs. He reached up once more in a deep stretch and then began to move his body through a series of slow, graceful postures that reminded Mia of karate mixed with ballet. Tai chi, she thought to herself. She'd never seen it done before except for a time or two on TV and she watched with a rapt fascination. What had Sam said his name was? Mia toyed with her lower lip with her fingers as she thought for a moment. Ahh, she remembered now. Nick..Nick Sebastian. "Mr. Sebastian, you are yummy!" Mia whispered to herself and giggled. It had been a long time since a man had captured her interest like this. A very long time, indeed. She pressed her forehead against the glass and watched his lean body as he continued with his exercise. At one point, his hips rotated in a slow decidedly sensual gesture and Mia gasped as she felt her nipples tighten under the smooth material of the dress shirt and the flesh petals of her pussy moistened with arousal. She moaned softly. God, it had been forever since she'd been this turned on. She'd masturbated a few times late in the night since leaving Frank, but overall, the acts had felt lonely and uninspired. She could scarce believe it was her standing in the sunny kitchen, watching a half naked man exercising in her backyard and feeling her body begin to drench itself in sexual awareness. It felt very very good. She absently rubbed the material of the dress shirt against her right nipple as she continued to watch him. Her nipple beaded harder and began to tingle pleasantly. She propped one knee on a nearby kitchen chair and slid her other hand down her body until she cupped her panty-covered vulva. The gusset of her panties was already damp with her warm fluids and she widened her legs a little so she could massage herself better. Nick's shoulders were beginning to take on a polished sheen as he began to sweat lightly from his exertion. Mia imagined her hands rubbing at those damp shoulders as he buried his face between her legs and licked and nibbled at her clit. "Oh jesus!" she whispered and after a furtive glance at the hall to make sure her brother wasn't there, she slipped a two fingers under the leg elastic and sank them deep into her wet folds. Mia had shaved her pussy bare three days earlier, anticipating bikini season. Now, her labial lips felt smooth and naughty and blood engorged as she rubbed at her clit with quick, smooth strokes of her fingertips. Her legs began to tremble as she saw in her mind, beautiful Nick fucking her, bending her over from the waist and plunging into her wet vagina from behind and dancing his hard cock into her with the same slow grace as her performed his Tai Chi. She pinched at her nipple and she bit her lips. She rubbed herself a little harder and felt the gathering storm of her orgasm as Nick turned to face her and arced both his arms in a wide slow circle above his head. Her muscles began to draw and tighten. She felt her pussy muscles begin to kiss and grab at the fingers she slid deep into her slit every few seconds in time to the rhythmic rubbing of her clitoris. Mia inhaled several gulps of air. Almost...almost...almost! The heavy sound of her brother's tread on the stairs made her gasp loudly and withdraw her fingers from her sopping sex. She hurried to the counter, wiping her wet hand on the tail of her shirt and hoping furtively that the kitchen didn't smell too strongly of her musk. Her hands trembled a little as she poured herself a cup of coffee and stirred three heaping teaspoons of sugar into her full coffee mug. "Morning, kiddo," Sam greeted her and then yawned, scrubbing one hand through his fair, curly hair. "Pour me one too, eh?" "Sure," Mia chirped in response, reaching for a second cup from the cabinet in front of her. "Morning." Sam wandered over to the half open blinds of the sliding glass doors and peered out at the sunrise. "Oh cool! Looks like Nick made it in last night, " he commented, rubbing absentmindedly at his belly. Mia handed her brother the mug of coffee and glanced around Sam's shoulder at Nick as he looped a towel around his neck and went back inside the guest house. She hoped her expression was nonchalant as she sipped at her own drink. "Yeah, I noticed him a few minutes ago," Mia admitted airily. Sam grinned at his sister. "I'll bet you noticed him," he chuckled. Mia's cheeks flamed. "What do you mean by that?" she retorted and knew immediately that she sounded too defensive. "I was watching him...do whatever he was doing, Tai Chi, I think it's called? It's fascinating." Sam chortled. "Yeah, 'fascinating' is the word," he teased her. "Pretty dishy, ain't he? All the college chicks thought to too, when we were at university together." This time it was Mia's turn to laugh. "Dishy?" she scoffed. "Since when did you start using words like that?" Sam threw back his head as he laughed. "Since I moved back in with my dweeby older sister!" he teased and she smacked him playfully on the ass. "Okay okay okay, so he's cute," Mia admitted with a grin. "Good, I'm glad you think so," said Sam as he put a couple of slices of bread in the toaster. "I want you to make a delivery to him today." "Why a delivery?" Mia frowned. "And why me? He lives across from our backyard. Just go take whatever it is over to him yourself!" Sam shook his head as he took the tub of butter out of the fridge. "Nah, you have to be the one to deliver it. First thing this morning. I don't want him to know it's from me." "So what am I delivering?" Sam's lopsided grin made Mia instantly wary. Especially when he didn't say anything right away. "Sam? What the hell are you up to?" Mia's voice held an unmistakable note of apprehension. "What? Oh it's nothing really, a plant and something else," Sam replied too nonchalantly as he buttered his toast. "I mean, he'll know who sent it as soon as he sees it, but it's gotta be delivered by a girl. Big inside joke from our college days. Remember I told you we met in kind of a unique way?" Mia nodded, still frowning. Her brother was a practical joker who was a master at his craft. Mia had been party to them too many times to trust him any further than she could throw him. And her "practical joke radar" was sending her signals big time. "Well, I'll tell you all about it this afternoon, after you make the delivery. It's a freakin' hilarious story. I just want to make sure you'll do it before he finds out who you are." "OK, why?" "Because it has to be delivered by a chick. It's part of the joke," Sam explained with exaggerated patience. Mia's slim dark brows knitted together and she tapped her foot a few times. "Why, dear brother, do I feel as though I am being had?" Sam handed her a slice of toast and kissed her on her cheek. "You are not being 'had', sister of mine. I just need a hot chick to deliver a gag gift to an old school chum of mine and I don't happen to know many hot chicks these days, well, at least this early in the morning," Sam grinned at her. Later, as she was changing into her work clothes for the day, Mia wasn't quite sure why she had agreed to make the delivery for Sam. She suspected a big part of the reason was because she wanted Nick to see her as a woman, before he saw her as his college pal's poor divorced sister...his pal's OLDER, poor divorced sister. Mia was only four years older than Sam, but she'd already been through college by the time he started and sometimes she felt a decade older than him instead of only a few short years. But that wasn't the reason she picked out the outfit she'd put on today, she told herself. The hothouse part of the flowershop where she'd planned to work today was quite warm and humid, too hot even for her usual baggy white t-shirt and canvas shorts. In deference to the heat, Mia donned a dark red crocheted cotton halter-top and a neat pair of denim shorts. Granted, the top did show off her small but pertly up tilted breasts and her tanned torso nicely, but she did want to look presentable when she met the new neighbor, her brother's old and dear friend. Mia grinned at herself in the mirror. "Yeah and you are full of shit, lady," she told herself. She wanted to look good for the luscious man she'd been salivating over just an hour or two previously that morning. She wanted Nick Sebastian to notice her long legs and her petite ass before he noticed the faint lines around her brown eyes and that she was nearly half a decade older than he was. She only hoped she wouldn't look like too much of a fool if her brother's mysterious joke backfired on her. She was startled to discover that she wanted to impress a man, any man. She hadn't wanted to do that for a very long time. Mia was just beginning to realize how much of her spirit she'd lost in her unhappy marriage. At one time, she'd had a healthy self-esteem and she'd liked herself quite a bit. After her sad, drawn out divorce, Mia had felt too weary and world worn to worry about feeling either sexual or sexy, but today, as she descended the stairs and her brother did a double take and wolf whistled at her choice of outfit, she was glad and ready for Nick to see her as an attractive woman. "God, Mia, you look great!" Sam grinned his approval. "You'll be perfect for when you take this plant over to Nick." The plant in question sat on the entryway table swathed in a large red bow and a copious amount of cheerful red foil. Mia blinked. "Sam, I can't deliver that plant." Sam was riffling through a pile of envelopes, studiously avoiding her eyes. "Um, sure you can," he mumbled absently. "No, I can't!" Sam waved an airy hand at her. "Sure you can. It's a plant. Just deliver it." "Sam, that is a POT plant! I cannot deliver that!" Sam rolled his eyes. "Mia, just deliver the damn plant. I know what kind of plant it is. It's part of the joke." Mia crossed her hands in front of her chest. "We deliver flowers, we deliver ferns, and we deliver innocent houseplants. We do NOT deliver cannabis to the neighbors!" Mia knew about Sam's private garden down in the basement but she chose not to mention it. He was normally quite discreet about his extracurricular activities and as long as he was, Mia was willing to ignore it, but this was crazy! Sam put both hands on his sister's squared shoulders. "Just deliver the plant, sis. It's a joke," he grinned in his best, cajoling voice. "Oh and don't forget the box of Popsicles in the freezer." Mia blinked again. "Popsicles?" Sam nodded as he walked to the front door, sat down on the bottom step of the staircase, and tugged a pair of tennis shoes on. "Yeah. Top shelf of the freezer." Sam rolled his eyes at Mia's look of consternation. "Trust me, sis! It's all part of the joke!" "Sam, I swear if you..." "Hey, I got the van back last night!" Sam interrupted brightly, steamrolling over his sister's retort. "It's so cool. Come see what I had put on it!" With a dubious expression on her face, Mia followed her brother out the front door. Their delivery van sat at the curb, freshly painted a sparkling pearl gray with whimsical scrolling letterwork in cranberry. Mia walked towards the back end of the vehicle. "Malone's Flower Shop," she read aloud. "Home of the Love Doctor, Sam Malone." Sam grinned broadly. "Look at the back door." Mia walked around to the rear of the vehicle. "On call 24 hours a day for romantic emergencies!" She threw up her hands. "Samuel David Malone, you are depraved!" Sam rubbed his chin proudly. "And I am cute too!" he crowed. "Hey, where is MY name?" "Look on the other side." Mia circled the van. "Malone's Flower Shop, featuring Creations by Mia." She stuck her ahead around the side of the van. "I still think you are depraved, but as long as I get equal billing!" She stuck her tongue out at her brother then and giggled. Sam smiled, secretly glad to see Mia amused. She'd been far too quiet and morose lately. "Fine," Sam agreed, "I gave you equal billing, but don't forget to make that delivery this morning! I have to go run some errands and then get the shop opened up." He kissed his sister on the cheek. "Get moving kiddo, and don't forget the Popsicles! I'll see you later at the shop." Mia rolled her eyes dramatically and grimaced, but nodded her agreement, waving him off as he walked towards his car parked on the other side of the house in the driveway. It didn't take long for Mia to slip on a pair of low strappy sandals and gather the offending pot plant and the box of assorted fruit flavors Popsicles from the freezer. She couldn't help but wonder at the strange combination as she carted both articles out to the delivery van, glancing down the street surreptitiously to make sure none of the neighbors saw her with the gaily packaged marijuana plant. Her heart thumped a little in her chest as she guided the van around the corner to the front of the guesthouse. She was going to see the gorgeous stranger she'd been spying on only this morning but up close and personal. She only hoped she wouldn't make a fool of herself, tripping over her own tongue! Mia parked the van in front of the guesthouse and did a quick check of her makeup in the rear view mirror. She touched fresh lipstick to her lips and fluffed her short brown hair nervously before gathering both items for delivery. Her knees wobbled a little on the walk up to the front door of the house, the top of the plant tickling her chin. She swallowed hard, shifted the plant to her left hip, and then gave the door a firm knock. She nearly reeled when the door opened and Nick Sebastian stood only a few feet in front of her! His eyes, she thought fervently, oh dear god what gorgeous eyes! Her vision swept downward in an attempt to still the wave of dizziness that assailed her and she took in faded denim jeans and a light green dress shirt left open and unbuttoned over his bare, caramel colored chest. Her pupils dilated slightly at the sight of one copper colored nipple nestled in a whorl of dark chest hair. Oh my! Her eyes moved back up to his. They were not brown. Not at all. His eyes, under a slash of very dark brows were a shade of olive sparkling with flecks of silver and gold. Mia didn't even realize he was wearing glasses until he reached up and slowly took them off. "Umm, can I help you?" He asked politely, holding the screen door open with the same hand he held a thick book in. His voice was deep and rich. Mia forced a bright smile. "Hi I am from Malone's Flower Shop and I have a delivery for..." She was startled when Nick interrupted her spiel by throwing back his head and laughing heartily. "Did you say Malone's Flowershop?" he asked incredulously. "MALONE'S Flowershop? As in Sam Malone??" A little dazed, Mia could only smile and nod. She watched his eyes take in the plant, widen slightly when he realized exactly what it was, and then notice the box of Popsicles in her other hand. A cold drop of condensation dripped on her toe, exposed by her sandals. He slowly leaned his shoulder against the door jam, crossing one of his bare feet over the other. Mia felt her face grow warm as he regarded her for the space of two heartbeats, sweeping slowly over her face and neck, taking in the skimpy red crocheted halter top and her snug denim shorts and down the length of her tanned bare legs. "Well," murmured Nick after a moment, "I certainly can't fault his taste." Mia wasn't sure why but the obvious pleasure in his voice curled warmly about in her tummy. He glanced out at the delivery van sitting at the curb. "Home of the Love Doctor," he read and then chuckled, shaking his head. Mia noticed nice, even white teeth against his ruddy, dark complexion She fleetingly wondered where his parents were from that he had gotten such exotic good looks. "So Sam has a delivery for me...come on in and lets see what you have." Nick backed away from the doorway and held the screen door open for her. Mia hesitated for only a second. She thought she'd only have to drop off the plant and the Popsicles and then leave. Sam hadn't said anything else beyond that! But she glanced at Nick's face and he smiled encouragingly at her, causing her heart to thump against her breastbone Well, she did have some orders to fill at the shop but she really wasn't due in at any specific time. She decided she could afford to spend a few minutes with an attractive new neighbor who happened to be her brother's old college friend. "You'll have to excuse the mess, " Nick said apologetically once they were both inside. The front door opened directly into the living room of the guest house which was strewn with an assortment of suitcases and a couple of duffel bags and a box or two of his belongings. "I just got in last night and I haven't had a chance to put much of anything away." "Oh, that's ok. Don't worry about it." Mia smiled as Nick walked over to the sofa and hoisted two suitcases off it and gestured to it for her to take a seat. She faltered for a moment with the plant and the box of Popsicles in her hands. Pranks & Promises "Umm, do you want to put these somewhere specific?" Mia asked, holding them out towards him. "Oh sure!" said Nick brightly and, as he took the plant from her, he sniffed the leaves appreciatively for a second and then winked at her. "Sam hasn't forgotten my taste in foliage." Mia giggled softly at this and sat down on the couch, crossing her legs at the knee. "I 'm going to put these Popsicles in the freezer before they melt. You want anything to drink? Ice tea? Water? Bout all I can offer right now." Mia smiled. "Tea would be fine, thanks." She listened to him move around the tiny kitchen in the back of the house as he located glasses and ice. She heard the clink of a spoon as he mixed some instant tea. Mia's eyes wandered interestedly over the assortment of belongings, fixated for a moment on the book he'd turned face down on the coffee table, and then glanced through an open door to the bedroom to her left. She sucked in a quick breath when she saw the casually rumpled yellow sheets on the bed he hadn't bothered to make yet and the black sweatpants he'd been wearing that morning tossed on top. A vision of his half naked body as it had flowed through the motions of his workout flashed in her mind and between her thighs, Mia felt herself melt and go moist. She pressed them together tightly and gripped her knees with her hands. Good lord, she was going to have to find a lover, and soon! For the second time that day, her body was humming with desire. But when Nick came back from the kitchen and stood before her, handing her a wet glass of tea, the possibility crossed her mind that it was more this man she wanted than simply sex. Mia grinned up at him as she took the proffered glass. "Do you always invite delivery people in for tea?" she inquired teasingly. "Only when they are beautiful women sent here by a friend to...welcome me to the neighborhood," Nick quipped in return and he sat down on the sofa a polite distance away from her. "Oh that's right!" Mia exclaimed after she took a sip from the tea. "Welcome to the neighborhood!" She let her smile deepen, allowing herself to flirt with him. Nick rested his elbow on the back of the sofa, leaning his head against his fist, regarding her with his incredible eyes. Mia felt her cheeks go warm. "You are quite lovely," he murmured, after a few seconds. Mia dipped her head. "Thank you," she said softly. Her gaze drifted to his bare chest peeking out from the open shirt and then darted back up to his face, studying his eyes. "Your eyes are so amazing! How can you be so dark and yet have such light eyes?" Nick laughed. "Well, I didn't expect to discuss my heritage quite so soon, but my eyes are from my half French-half Lebanese mother-she is truly gorgeous-and I am dark because my father is East Indian." "Very interesting," Mia said sincerely. "No wonder you look so exotic." She took another sip of the tea and squirmed a bit uncomfortably. She hadn't meant to blurt out the bit about his eyes, at least not yet but the closeness and the warmth she could feel from his body was playing havoc with her thought processes. She shifted on the couch to fully face him and as she did, she felt a warm flow of aroused fluids shift in the folds of her sex. She tried to press her thighs together, locking her ankles one around the other, and hoped fervently he couldn't smell her arousal. "Well, as 'fascinating,'" Nick rolled his eyes exaggeratedly and Mia stifled a giggle, "as discussing my parentage is, I doubt that's why you are here." Mia saluted him with her glass. "I am just the delivery girl," she said with a grin. "Oh there is nothing 'just' about you," Nick returned and he smiled once more. Mia felt her nipples tighten into nubs and she wondered if she imagined the heat she saw in his eyes all of a sudden. "Sam always said he was going to make it up to me, but I had no idea he had such perfect taste." Mia shook her head dazedly. "M-m-make it up to you?" she repeated. Nick nodded slowly and then reached out and traced a finger along the edge of her jaw. "Didn't he tell you how we met?" Mia swallowed and felt an exquisite line of fiery sensation follow the path of his fingertip. It felt lightly rough against her sensitive skin and if his fingers felt this wonderful on her face... She struggled to return to the conversation. "Um. Um. No, he didn't tell me," she answered him inanely. "How did you meet?" "In college," Nick replied, moving his finger down to her neck and sweeping the curve of it in lazy gentle strokes. "At a party. He and I caught the attention of a set of sorority sisters and though we'd never met before, Sam being a jock and me a science geek, we found ourselves in an interesting brotherhood bound together on a singular and intense quest: to get laid." Mia had to stifle a soft groan as Nick caressed her neck. She found herself gripping the glass in her hand too tightly. She forced herself to relax her fingers before she shattered it. Her whole body was beginning to rouse to his touch. "An important quest," she murmured throatily. "I suspect the Popsicles had some part in this?" Nick chuckled. "Uhh, yeah. I'd almost forgotten about them until I saw you carrying them with the pot plant. I am almost embarrassed to tell you all of this. It was hardly my most dignified encounter." Mia reached up, took his hand in hers, and brought it to her knee. "No, please," she encouraged, though her neck felt bereft without his warm fingers. "I want to hear the story." "I can't believe Sam never told you all of this." Mia shook her head and a tiny gasp escaped her lips as his thumb began to describe a small circle on the soft skin on the inner side of her knee. "No, he's never told me, but you forget, Sam has had a billion adventures. He's never told me even a quarter of them...well, that's according to his admission of course," Mia laughed. "Oh of course," Nick agreed, rolling his eyes, "I think I realized what sort of guy he was when we met that night and, quite frankly, I was a little envious." Mia's eyebrows shot up. "You? Why would you be envious of Sam?" One corner of Nick's mouth lifted, self-consciously. "Well, I'd always considered myself to be quite a geek back in those days. I think the worst trouble I'd ever gotten into was being late to class a few times. "Then, all of a sudden, there I was at a party with this cute little coed giving me looks I will never forget and her friend giving similar looks to this funny, swaggering, larger-than-life jock...and right at that moment, I wanted to be just like him." Mia grinned at his very apt description of her brother." So, I sort of took my cues from him. Did whatever he did. Anything, to get my hands...erm, and other parts of my anatomy on that sweet young thing clinging to my hip." Mia shuddered gently as the circles his thumb made on her inner thigh grew larger and less tentative. She cleared her throat and noticed her breathing was beginning to deepen. "So what did you and Sam do to impress the young ladies?" she asked, her voice just a touch husky. "We took them to a park near the frat house that had a conveniently hidden gazebo. That was when Sam took out a couple of joints and lit them and we sat around for a while passing around a bottle of whiskey and the lit joints and whispering and giggling a lot. It was the first time I'd ever gotten high. A lot of firsts for me that night." Mia braced her elbow on the back of the couch and leaned closer to him, cupping her chin in her hand. "Were you enjoying yourself?" she asked with a smile. Nick chuckled. "Oh hell yeah!" he affirmed, his eyes sparkling, "I felt like I was living every fantasy I'd ever had in my young life up till that point. There I was drunk, high, and my arms full of a cuddlesome girl. I felt like I could do anything!" He broke off and laughed, shaking his head. "So when one of the girls began whining that she had the munchies and wanted a Popsicle and no one had any money, not even change, it seemed to make perfect sense when Sam suggested a plan to procure some Popsicles for our damsels in distress." Mia covered her mouth to suppress a giggle. "Uh oh. What did kind of plan did Sam 'propose'?" "Well, to steal them of course!" Sam revealed with a flourish of his free hand. "There was this little mom and pop ice cream stand across from the park and Sam went to his car parked nearby and came back with a couple of bandanas and two plastic water pistols." "The girls waited in the parking lot behind a bush while Sam and I, our lower faces covered with the bandanas and brandishing water pistols, burst into this little ice-cream shop and demanded they hand over all their Popsicles!" Mia's head fell back against the couch as she laughed. "Oh my god! Did they do it? Give you guys the Popsicles?" "Oh hell yeah. We scared the shit out of a poor little older couple who owned the place and they practically threw four boxes of Popsicles at us. We took the booty and ran back to the dorm and took the girls back to Sam's room and there we laughed and laughed and laughed till we couldn't breathe anymore." Mia's eyes twinkled at him. "And then?" Nick's hand crept up marginally on her thigh. "And then we shared Popsicles...and booty." "Oh my," Mia's words came out a breathy murmur. "That wasn't the end of it," Nick continued. "No?' "No, because before I had my complete share of the 'booty', some cops were knocking on the door of the frat house." Mia's eyebrows rose. "Yes, these self same eyes that you so admired a few minutes ago identified me to the lone patron of the ice-cream shop." "Oh no!" "Oh yes. So I was taken to the station to be questioned and Sam stayed behind and enjoyed my share of the booty." "Oh I can't believe Sam let you take the rap for that!" "Well... to his credit, he showed up at the station a couple of hours later and we did our best to convince the cops that our prank was just a joke, that the only weapons we'd had were water pistols." Mia shook her head, grinning. "So did you get in any real trouble then?" Nick shrugged. "Small town and all, the old folks who owned the ice cream shop dropped the charges after Sam and I agreed to help them around the shop for free for a few months. Sort of a community service payoff." "And what about you and Sam?" Nick tilted his head. "What about me and Sam?" "Well.... He did enjoy YOUR share of the 'booty'. Weren't you pissed at him?" "Fuck right I was!" Nick chortled. "I wouldn't even talk to him for three weeks. He kept telling me he'd make it up to me one day. For getting me in trouble AND for taking my share of the booty. But..." Nick shrugged. "Funny part was, Sam turned out to be one of my best friends at university. We had some great times together." "But he never made it up to you like he promised?" Nick shook his head, and then grinned a slow, sexy smile. "Till today," he murmured, turning his hand and gripping her thigh warmly. "And I must say, you are much better looking than either of those girls we were with that night." Mia swayed closer to him, until her lips were scant inches from his. She could feel the warmth of his breath on her lips when he spoke. "So tell me...how is it you know Sam?" he asked softly, moving his hand in a slow milking caress from her knee to mid thigh. Mia blinked. Nick didn't know who she was. He didn't know she was Sam's sister. She HAD been had. Her prankster brother had set her up again!! But not only her! Grrr! Mia thought furiously. Damn Sam! He'd sent her over here with a pot plant and Popsicles knowing full well what his old friend was going to think she was: replacement booty! All for a laugh, all to be able to say later, after all the confusion and embarrassment cleared like dust, 'Hey remember how you and Nick met? Remember how he thought you were an apology fuck and you thought you were the Welcome Wagon? And then he found out you were really my prissy older sister and his co-landlord?' Mia looked up into Nick's molten green eyes. She could think of no way of telling him who she really was. She couldn't stomach the thought of embarrassing and possibly disappointing this gorgeous man. And for the life of her, she suddenly wanted to be what he hadn't had the first time. She wanted him. Badly. Besides, she thought naughtily, maybe it was time for one of Sam's jokes to backfire. "Sam?" she said distractedly, "Oh, we just hang out in the same places together." She waved the thought of her brother off with her hand and then laid the hand on his slightly stubbled cheek. "Don't you think we've talked enough?" she murmured and then she laid her slightly opened lips over his, and lazily thrust her tongue into his mouth. Nick made a surprised noise in his throat that turned quickly to a groan of pleasure as he returned her slow but aggressive kiss. Their mouth moved hungrily together after a few seconds, each of them voracious for the new taste of the other. His hand moved to cup her the back of her head, drawing her more firmly into the kiss, moving his tongue restlessly in her mouth, drawing it back and forth against hers. Her left hand gripped his upper arm at first to hold herself steady and then to pull him closer. One kiss melded into another and another. He tasted so good, warm and slippery and just a little sweet from the tea as she explored his lips and teeth...oh no, the tea! Mia heard the clink of the glasses they both still held between them, forgotten, and then yelped when something cold and very wet splashed full into her lap. "Oh shit!" exclaimed Nick as he stood up suddenly. "Ohh!" gasped Mia simultaneously. Her shorts were soaked! She looked up at Nick. Her glass of tea had dampened his jeans from the crotch down to midthigh. But she couldn't help but notice, it had done little to reduce the bulge of his hard dick as it lay in a ridge to the right of his zipper. Instinctively, Mia reached up a hand and grasped him through the wet denim, caressing him firmly. "Jesus, lady!" Nick sucked in his breath and one of his hands moved down to cover hers, trapping her hand against him. "You are full of surprises, aren't you?" "Like Sam?" she quipped teasingly. "Oh hell, no!" he retorted showing her the rhythm he wanted against his cock. "I think we need to get you out of these wet jeans," Mia announced solemnly. Some part of her mind was shocked at her own behavior. Mia had always had a healthy sexual appetite but not once in her life had she been this reckless or aggressive. About time, her conscience commented. She knelt before him on the carpeting and undid the button on his jeans and raised her eyes to his as she slowly lowered the zipper. His chest was rising and falling rapidly above her as she pushed the sodden jeans over his hips and then down to his knees. The head of his erection was poking over the edge of waistband of his white jockey shorts. Mia smiled when she saw it and winked up at Nick. He stroked her short brown hair just as she was leaning in to lick the glistening drop of precum she could see forming in the slit of his cock. She kissed the moist head reverently, licking away the precious, slippery fluid there and then swirling her tongue around it enthusiastically as her hands pulled his jockey shorts down to where his jeans were. Mia cupped both hands around his substantial balls and lifted his swollen sex to her worshipful mouth. His hips flexed a bit and half his cock slid into her mouth. Nick moaned low in his throat. Mia massaged his testicles, rolling them in the palms of her hands as she slowly slid her lips up and down the upper half of his tumescence, using the tip of her tongue to tease the sensitive nub of flesh under the spongy helmet. "Oh fuck, that feels so good!" Nick gasped. His hands moved to cup her head, encouragingly. Mia took the hint and allowed his dick to slip deeper into her mouth. She tried to stroke the underside with her tongue as she stretched her jaws a bit wider to take him deeper into her throat. Nick grunted and arched his lower back. Mia grasped his thighs for balance and she could feel his muscles quivering with pleasure. She slid her mouth back as his hips receded. His hands moved caressingly through her hair, and then gently pulled her mouth back onto his cock. Mia allowed him to slowly fuck her mouth for a time, then she kissed her way down to his testicles and she snuggled her nose into him as she mouthed first one and then the other of his jewels as her hand lovingly circled the wet, distended head of his cock. "I am so hard, I ache," Nick groaned thickly. "Ohh, lady you are so good at this!" Mia smiled up at him with swollen, damp lips. "You taste delicious," she declared. "I think I much prefer sucking on your cock to sucking on a...hmm...Popsicle." Nick laughed and grasped his stiff penis, rubbing the glans on her lower lip. "Got a Popsicle right here for you, babe," he growled suggestively and then sighed when her mouth enveloped him like hot wet silk again. Mia suckled at his cock hungrily, running her hands along the sides of his thighs then gliding back and up to his buttocks, cupping and kneading his firm, hair roughened cheeks. It had been so very long since she'd enjoyed a man orally. She lost herself in the sensual feast and felt her own body drench itself in arousal, coating the crotch of her panties and jean shorts with her slippery hot juices. Nick began to buck against her mouth, meeting each stroke of her lips, quickening the pace as he gripped her hair tighter with his fingers. His head fell backwards a bit, his eyes closing, and Mia thought she could feel his balls drawing up tighter to his body as they gently tapped her chin. Nick's breath began to hiss through his teeth and he bent his knees slightly as he rocked his insistent erection into the warm mouth enveloping it. Mia sucked at him with more enthusiasm, anticipating the storm of his oncoming orgasm. "No!" gasped Nick suddenly and Mia felt his hands tugging her mouth away from his cock. She made tiny sounds of protest and tried to drawn his thick, saliva slickened flesh back into her mouth but Nick shook his head and helped her to her feet. "No...not like that. I don't want to cum yet." He laughed and hugged her close and his damp penis snuggled against her belly bared by her halter-top. "I haven't even seen you naked yet, lovely lady." He pulled away from her then and held her by her shoulders, frowning. Mia tilted her head. "What's wrong?" "Something just occurred to me." "What's that?" "I don't know your name." He shook his head, his olive eyes glazed with passion. "I had my dick in your beautiful mouth and I don't even know what name to call out when I cum! That isn't how I usually operate," he chuckled and caressed her cheek. Mia dimpled a smile at him and turned her head to kiss his fingers. She wasn't sure Sam had mentioned her name or if Nick would remember Sam's sister's name, but she decided not to chance it. She wasn't ready to reveal to Nick who she really was. "I know it isn't, " Mia said softly. "But why not just enjoy this for what it is for now?" Mia leaned in and licked his dark stubbled chin lightly. "I am kind of excited by my anonymity. I've never done anything like this either." Nick dipped his chin and met her tongue with his own, toying and fencing with it. "Well," he considered, as his hands slid down her shoulders to her breasts and he pinched lightly at her nipples still hidden by the crocheted halter, "what if I earn the right to know your name?" Mia savored the velvety twist of his tongue curling around hers. "How would you earn the right?" she whispered huskily. Her hands busied themselves by barely grazing his silky hot tumescence. Nick's hands came up to where the halter tied behind her neck and he gently kissed her nose. "By making you cum," he replied evenly. Pranks & Promises Mia raised her eyebrows at this and tilted her head, smiling coquettishly. It was her turn to consider. "Hmmmm," she drawled, ignoring the hands that unknotted ties to her halter-top. " I suppose it will depend..." Nick pulled the strings to her halter-top slowly away from her shoulders and peeled the twin triangles away from Mia's breasts. Her tan line just above where her breast curved away from her chest wall demarked her lovely brown tan from the true color of her skin, a creamy ivory. "Oh lady," he murmured appreciatively, cupping the underside of one small, pale tit. "You make me hungry for dessert." Mia laughed. "Dessert?" "Yes, your boobs remind me of perfect scoops of vanilla ice cream topped with two luscious raspberries," Nick raved and then circled a raspberry pink nipple with the roughened pad of his thumb. "Ohh," Mia exhaled on a soft moan. "You have a marvelous imagination! I think that is the most wonderful compliment anyone has ever paid my itty bitties." Mia had a fleeting memory of Frank glancing at her tits and shrugging to himself. The only thing she could remember him saying about them was at least they didn't sag. Nick winked at her. He hadn't missed the self-deprecation in her teasing comment. He leaned forward and kissed her cheek and then nipped at the lobe of her ear. "You are perfect," he whispered in her ear. "Petite and perfect. Now I want to see if raspberries taste better than Popsicles." The hand under her breast lifted her to toes until his descending mouth could close over the deep pink bud topping her breast. Mia's hand reflexively gripped his swollen cock as his mouth began to suckle at her rhythmically. It felt to her as if he'd taken her whole breast in his mouth and he was trying to devour it. It felt marvelous! Waves of sensation radiated from his busily working mouth downward, tightening chords of delicious tension in her lower belly and her nether regions. Mia moaned and milked the cock in her hand in time with the deep suckling. Nick moved to lave her other breast with equal attention and Mia tried in vain to push her damp and aching pussy against his hip. "I need...I need..." she whimpered barely above a whisper. In answer, Nick moved one hand between her legs and massaged her there over her sodden denim shorts. He could feel the heat of her pussy through the damp denim. "Oh yesss," she hissed, moving against his hand and unconsciously gripping Nick's penis with enough force to make him wince. "It's your turn to remove your wet pants, sweetness," Nick murmured huskily. "But I think we ought to go into the bedroom first.." He released her long enough to push his jeans to his ankles, kicking his feet free of them. Mia skimmed his shirt off his shoulders and took a small step back to feast her eyes on his lithe naked body. Without his clothes, he verged on being slim, yet he was well formed with broad shoulders and a taut abdomen and nicely muscled thighs. Mia swept a hand over the whorls of dark hair on his chest, followed the silky arrow of hair on his lower stomach, and curled her fingers in the thick nest of pubic hair his swollen manhood jutted proudly from. "You are beautiful," she said simply. "Tell me your name," Nick urged her. Mia looked up into his eyes and smiled sweetly. "You haven't earned it yet," she taunted him and reached behind her back to untie the lower half of her halter-top. It fell to her feet in a puddle of red yarn. She spun around on the balls of her toes until her freed breasts jiggled and with a laugh, Nick swept her up in his arms. "Give me fifteen minutes," he bragged, "You'll be singing your name so loud all the neighbors will know who the pretty delivery lady is!" "Aha! You never let me finish my sentence earlier." "The one that went something like 'that will depend on...'? Mia nodded impishly. "What will it depend on?" "Carry me on in there and we'll see," said Mia, pointing with her toe to the bedroom door. Capturing her mouth with his, Nick walked into the bedroom and then broke the kiss to lay her on the bed amid the scramble of the yellow sheets. Without preamble, he undid her shorts and urged her to lift her hips while he shucked both her shorts and her silky panties over her legs. "Oh, fuck!" he muttered when he saw her bare shaved pubes. Mia bent her knees before his hot gaze and then slowly parted them. "I do believe I have mentioned this, lady but..God! You are something!" He watched her hand snake down her tanned belly and he watched as two long fingers slid between her labial lips. His vision narrowed on a single dark mole on her mons just above her right pouty lip. "You have a beauty mark!" Mia laughed. "So you wanna call me Marie Antoinette?" she joked, as she twirled her fingertips around her erect clit. "No, I want to call you by your name." Mia lifted her hips in his direction. "Then get busy," she said boldly. With a growl, Nick buried his face between her legs. "Ahhhhhh!" Mia cried out when his tongue parted her velvety lips and swirled thickly around her clit. She felt the warm gush as her aroused juices oozed from her vaginal slit and she whimpered when Nick's nibbling kisses descended. She could feel the hungry laps of his tongue as he used it to coax out and drink what he could of her seeping honey. He sucked gently at her bare outer lips and licked the ultra sensitive skin of her inner thighs before returning his attention to her clitoris. Mia's hips rose of their own accord and she spread her thighs wide on either side of his head, digging her heels into the mattress for leverage and mashed her pussy into his talented mouth. She grabbed light handfuls of his thick hair and pressed his head closer. Her whimpers and love sounds rasped from her throat. Mia could not remember a time in her life when she was so painfully aroused! Nick parted her further with his fingers and took a slow deep lick of her from below her sweet sticky vaginal opening up to the base of her partially hooded clit. Then he slid two fingers into the wet canal and fastened his mouth over the nub of her clit and began to suck at it gently and rhythmically as his fingers plunged in and out of her. Mia's hips danced frantically to the rhythm his fingers established and Nick grinned against her slippery pussy. He could tell she was exquisitely close to her orgasm. He'd know her name soon. Very soon! But just as Nick redoubled the effort of his oral assault of Mia, she arched high into him and then collapsed, scrambling backwards on the bed towards the pillows. "Enough!" she gasped, her breasts jiggling with each shuddering breath. She moaned once and pressed one hand hard against her sopping pussy. Nick sat partially up. "What's wrong?" he asked, frowning in alarm. "Did I hurt you, love? If I did, god I am so sorr-" "No!" Mia exclaimed breathily. "No, you were wonderful and amazing!" Nick wiped his swollen wet mouth with the back of his hand. "Then...why did you stop me?" he asked, confused. Mia grinned at him impudently, breathing nearly as hard as he was. "Because you stopped me earlier," she replied with a wink. "I am not ready to cum yet either." "Ha!" laughed Nick. "You just don't want to tell me your name! Why are you being so mysterious?" Mia kissed him quickly and then licked his lips, sucking his full lower lip into her mouth to clean him of her tangy juices. "No, I am just ready to have that beautiful cock of yours inside me," Mia said throatily and she pushed him onto his back. Nick helped her lift her leg over his hip and his hands came up to gently pinch and toy with her rosy nipples as she straddled him. Mia rose up on her knees and grabbed his thickly swollen shaft and positioned the head of it just under her weeping canal. "Look at me," Nick whispered urgently. "I want to see your eyes as I fill you." Mia's eyes were huge and softly brown, glistening with need as her gaze locked with his and she placed both palms flat on his chest and firmly pushed downward, spearing herself on his eager cock. "Ohhhhh!" she exclaimed as she felt his thickness drive up into her and part her welcoming flesh. "You feel...you feel..." "I feel the best damn thing wrapped around my cock in recent memory," Nick hissed as his hips rose, arching himself more deeply into her lush wet velvet glove. His dark head fell back on the pillows and his eyes closed as Mia began to move her hips slowly and sinuously on his stiff member. She slid her hands down, and balanced herself more firmly on his hips digging her knees into the mattress on either side of his body. Leaning forward slightly, she rolled her pelvis against his, sandwiching her throbbing, needy clit between their bodies. Nick grabbed her waist and used his hands to move her into a faster, more aggressive rhythm. Their bodies began to slap lightly together with soft, sloshy noises. Mia moaned her delight and rocked harder against him chasing the pleasurable tingles that began to spiral in her clitoral region, inducing waves of pleasure that curled in her belly and thighs... "Oh God," she panted, "Ahh...I am getting so close...Oh yessss!" Nick thrust two fingers into her cunt lips and rubbed her frantically. He met her hips thrust for thrust, gulping in great lungfuls of air as their pace quickened and intensified. He could feel the sensations begin to boil in his balls and the muscles in his perineum begin to tighten. "Tell me your name! Quick!" he demanded in a husky rasping voice. "No," Mia groaned, closing her eyes in passionate concentration. She shook her head back and forth, reaching up one hand to pinch at her own nipples. As Nick provided stimulation to her clit, she sat up further, arching her back, feeling his cock sliding ever deeper into her until his violent thrusts knocked against her tender cervix, causing her to whimper in a mix of pleasure and pain. "Tell me!" "No." "Tell me!" "No!" Mia tensed her thigh muscles; her breathes growing short and shallow. She was going to cum any second now; she could feel it rushing upward like a wash of eager champagne bubbles, till all of a sudden she felt her body being lifted off the wonderful cock providing her with so much pleasure! Mia found herself sitting up next to Nick, staring dumbfounded at his heaving chest and stomach, his glistening, well-lubricated penis pointing straight up towards the ceiling. "What the hell?" Mia gasped, her eyes wide and confused. "Why did you stop?" "Because," Nick said, between breaths, "Because I want to know your name..." "Oh jeez...Ok!! If it's that important, my name is..." Nick reached up and clamped a hand over her lips. "No," he said firmly, and raked a hand through his sweat-dampened hair. "I don't want to know your name till you cum." Mia's eyebrows shot up and she garbled some words behind his palm. Nick grinned at her. "No. I don't want to know yet. Soon, I'll know your name and then when we make love, I'll look deep into those brown eyes of yours, fill you with my jism, and cry out your name. But until I make you cum and you tell me your name, I don't want to fuck you face to face." "Then how will we..." Mia began "Like this," Nick said firmly and he heaved himself over until he was sitting on his knees. "Turn over." Mia allowed him to position her on her knees. He pushed firmly at her neck until she rested her upper body on her forearms and her bottom was pointing up in the air. Mia glanced back at him warily as he moved behind her, nudging her knees further apart. "Like this," Nick repeated, "I don't want to see your eyes, not yet." He smoothed his hands over the creamy ivory mounds she presented to him. "You've got a pretty ass, dear lady." He bent down, kissed each cheek in turn, and then noticed the tiny mole just inside the beginning of the crevice of her bottom. "And another beauty mark! God, how sweet!" He bent lower and tongued her dripping slit from behind and she moaned miserably and buried her face in her hands. "Please!" she pleaded, her voice muffled. "Please fuck me! Make me cum..." In answer, Nick moved closer behind her and positioned his cock at the entrance to her pussy and pushed quickly and forcefully inside her. Mia arched her back more deeply and screamed. He grasped her hips and pulled her back into him until, to her, it felt as though his body was spearing her clear to her heart. He groaned at the sensation of her rounded cheeks pressed tightly to his abdomen. As he paused in his movements, Mia tightened her internal muscles and gave his turgid shaft a loving squeeze and pulsed her hips in gentle motions back towards him. "Ohh, Nick," she sighed, resting her head into her hands, "You feel so wonderful! You fill me so well!" Nick's grip tightened on her cheeks, his fingers digging lightly into her soft flesh. He smiled and slowly pulled his cock out of her, feeling her cunt muscles drag sweetly on his sensitive flesh. She whimpered as he withdrew nearly his full length, teasingly thrusted a few times just against the outer lips of her vagina and then sank deeply into her once more, groaning his pleasure. He repeated the motion, relishing the contrast of his caramel colored cock against the creamy white skin of her petite ass. Mia grabbed handfuls of the sheet and parted her knees wider. Soft pleading sounds emanated from her throat. "Please, Nick fuck me," she muttered, almost more to herself than to him. "Fuck me harder, please, please!" Her body moved in a sinuous wave against his. "I need you, I need you to fuck me!" Nick allowed her to quicken the pace of their mutual thrusts. "Ahh, sweet lady!" he groaned, feeling her hot juices begin to drip down his balls and to coat both their thighs. "You are so hot and so tight. I can't believe this is happening! I cant believe how fucking good this feels!" "I want to feel you. I want to feel you fuck me," Mia whispered frantically as she balanced her body on one hand and slid her other hand between her legs. Her fingers glided over her needy clit and reached back further to explore the cock pistoning in and out of her weeping pussy. Nick let out a low guttural moan when he felt her fingers slide along the thick sensitive vein running along the underside of his penis and graze his balls as they swung into her range of touch. He began to fuck her faster and harder. Slamming his cock as deep into her wet canal as he could get, pulling at her hips, and moving her to his steady, needful rhythm. "I want you to cum!" he growled between gritted teeth. "I want your name! Frig your clit! Rub it now! Cum for me, sweet lady! Now!!" Mia blindly obeyed his words. She sobbed her need as she found her aching clit and stroked herself harshly and with lightening speed, doing her best to stay upright while Nick pounded away at her from behind. The bed frame knocked and shuddered against the wall. Nick felt sweat rolling down the middle of his back and drip from his nose. He couldn't tear his eyes away from the intensely erotic picture of the lovely brown haired stranger writhing on his cock. "Cum for me!" he whispered and eased one of his hands across her shivering white cheeks till he could press one brown thumb against the rosebud of her anus. "N-n-n-n-nick!!!!" Mia screamed as she felt the first joint of his thump pop into the tight ring of muscle within her ass. Her world shattered into a prism of sensation as she came and every muscle in her nether region convulsed in wild frenzy of muscular contractions. "Ahhhhhhhh!!!" Her thin breathy scream spurred him on and Nick leaned over Mia and redoubled his efforts when he felt her sweet cunt rhythmically kiss at him and massage him in the throes of her orgasm. He wrapped a strong arm around her waist and held her to him as he pistoned his aching cock as hard and as rapidly as he could. "Oh fuck," he muttered hotly, "I am going to cum. Ohh god...ohhhhh." His balls began to tighten as they slapped hard against her ass. "Cum inside me," Mia cried out hoarsely, "Cum inside me. Fill me with your hot cream!" And with a gut wrenching roar, throwing his head back and yanking her body tight against his, he did just that, flooding and filling her pulsing canal with the seminal fluids that boiled from his balls. A few breathless seconds later, Mia collapsed limply on her side. She felt Nick's softening penis slither from her body. He curled himself behind her and dropped a damp kiss to the side of her neck. Their heaving torsos rocked against one another as they caught their breaths and their heart rates slowed to normal. Nick swung an arm around her body and snuggled her closer to him. Mia grinned as she felt their combined fluids begin to seep from between her legs. "Mia," she whispered thickly and the single word seemed to drift in the cloying sex-scented air errantly for a few seconds. "Hmm?" murmured Nick and she knew his eyes were closed. "My name is Mia," she said a few octaves higher. "Mia," Nick sighed, drowsily and tightened his arm around her Mia let her eyelids droop shut as she began to drift. Some minutes later, she heard Nick's deep velvety voice ask, "Doesn't Sam have a sister named Mia?" When she giggled sleepily and answered, "Yes," she felt him smile against her damp shoulder. "Fucking Sam," Nick swore with a chuckle. "No, Mia," she corrected him cheekily and snuggled closer to him as they both drifted to sleep. The later afternoon sun was slanting in from the open door of the guesthouse when Sam stopped by after the shop closed. He peered in the front door, seeing no one, and then he quietly opened the screen door. He only needed to take two or three steps into the living room before he could see into the bedroom door. There, amid a tangle of yellow sheets, he could see Nick's broad, dark-skinned back. He was turned on his side and the even rise and fall of his torso told Sam Nick was asleep. Sam turned to leave since Nick appeared to be alone and then he did a double take when he looked to the end of the bed and noticed two sets of lower legs and feet. One set of toes was painted the same fiery red his sister Mia preferred. Sam grinned. He figured something of this ilk had happened when Mia hadn't showed up for work. He laughed soundlessly when he looked at the floor and saw a scattering of white wrappers and half a dozen used Popsicle sticks. He helped himself to a cherry Popsicle from the freezer and quietly crept from the house before the lovers woke up. His little ploy had worked. Right down to the letter. He'd kept his promise to his old college pal and he'd brought some much needed joi de vivre to his beloved sister. Jackpot. He whistled as he walked up to the delivery van and dug out the extra set of keys from his pocket. He figured he'd finish the deliveries Mia hadn't. Sam fished his sunglasses out from his shirt pocket and slipped them on. He glanced as himself in the rearview mirror and saluted himself jauntily. "Sam Malone," he boasted to his reflection, "The Love Doctor." FINIS