Michael pushed the door closed and made his way into the kitchen. Placing his palms flat on the counter, he closed his eyes. But that only made it worse. He couldn't seem to get the picture of Sara in a bikini out of his mind.
Everything about her was amazing. Except for the fact that she was his step sister he reminded himself with a sigh.
All day he had been trying not to think of Sara. Not to think of her cute little smile when she looked at him. He felt like he shouldn't be having these thoughts about her. But then he would rationalize that they weren't really brother and sister..There was no blood between them. In fact he had never even seen Sara until that day at the airport.
Still, he knew it wasn't acceptable. He knew it would only mean trouble. And the last thing he wanted was to make trouble after only a few days in his father's home.
Besides, he was sure someone like Sara would never go for someone like him, even if he wasn't her step brother. He wasn't blind he had noticed how she had zoned him out as he talked about his day at his father's Design firm. Sara probably thought he was a complete geek.
He would be willing to bet she had guys falling all over her, cool guys who knew how to talk to a girl like her.
He sighed as he thought once again about that day at the airport. She had been late, yes. And he had been a little annoyed. But when he saw her holding that sign with his name in huge letters all of his annoyance had left him.
She was so beautiful he would have forgiven her anything.
The quiet ride to her house had been spent sneaking
small glances at her when she wasn't looking.
The sunlight on
her hair had kept drawing his eyes to it no matter how much he tried
not to stare.
And now today he had another image burned into his retinas, Sara in a bikini.
He pushed his weight off of the counter and was turning to head for the stairs that led to his room when Sara's friend came through the doorway. She stopped short when she saw him and smiled sweetly.
Michael had been too busy trying to keep his eyes from Sara's silky white skin to notice Kelly's flirtations out by the pool. But now the way she was smiling and her entire posture made Michael think she might be interested in him.
He smiled back wishing it was Sara standing there with her chest pushed out at him.
"Hi, Michael", Kelly said reaching to twirl her hair.
"Hi, Kelly", he said in a friendly, but not too friendly tone.
Just then Sara came up behind Kelly and Michael's eyes were drawn to her.
"Hey", Sara said and looked quickly from him to Kelly.
"Hey", he said pulling his eyes away to look quizzically at Kelly.
She looked like she wanted something, and Michael just wanted to find out what it was so he could disappear into his room for a while.
"Um, I was wondering something, Michael", Kelly said licking her lips nervously.
"Um, would you…I mean do you"…she stammered. Michael was looking at her expectantly.
"Do I what"? He said a little impatiently.
He really wanted to get out of there. He had noticed Sara's towel slip, showing more of her smooth hips. He pulled his eyes away and back to Kelly's face.
"Um..Do you like Pizza"? Kelly said finally.
"Yeah, I like pizza", Michael said a bit confused.
That was what she wanted to ask?
Girls, he thought to himself. He would never understand them. He was about to excuse himself when she continued to speak.
"Sara and I were going to order some later if you wanna join us"? Kelly said twisting her hands nervously.
Michael looked to Sara who was looking at Kelly with an expression on her face that he found hard to read.
Was she relieved? He shook the thought from his head, and then realizing Kelly probably thought it was in response to her offer, he said, "Sure, yeah, that sounds great. Just let me know when it's time for dinner".
He pushed his way passed the two girls and jogged quickly up the stairs.
When he made it to his room he went to his bed and lay back.
Putting his hands over his face he told himself it was going to be a long hot summer