(Michael)
Michael sighed and rubbed his hands across his face, the rough stubble on his palms reminding him he was due for a shave.
With thoughts of the previous night leaking into his sleep fogged mind, he found himself wondering if he had chaffed Sara's delicate skin with his facial growth when they kissed under the dock.
He still couldn't believe she had kissed him like that. She was drunk though, he reminded himself for about the 100th time. She was drunk and she didn't know what she was doing.
That was why he had pulled away breaking the kiss. He knew someone had to be responsible and stop things from going too far. He wondered if she would even remember it this morning. It's probably better if she doesn't, he thought with a sigh.
Michael knew he would never forget it. The way she had felt; the smell of wood smoke on her wet skin, the taste of her against his lips as she slid against him, her breasts feeling so perfect on his bare skin.
He squeezed his eyes closed and then lifted the thin blanket that covered him to see the pajama tent his thoughts had created.
He willed it to go away, but knew there were only two solutions to his problem. He glanced at the clock, 9:20. He would be late for Sunday brunch if he wasn't careful.
He sighed and pushing the blanket the rest of the way off, he swung his long legs over the side of the bed.
He walked quietly to the door, the plush carpet soft against his feet as he eased the door open. He had to go passed Sara's room to get to the bathroom, and he could only imagine the horror he would feel if he happened to run into her in the hall on his way to a cold shower. She would probably think he was a pervert or something.
He glanced once more at his protruding appendage, knowing it wasn't going away any time soon.
And then sticking his head out the door, seeing that the coast was clear, he made a run for it. He made it to the bathroom and shut the door, putting his back against it.
When his breathing returned to normal he made his way to the shower.
He slid his pajama bottoms off and pulled back the shower curtain. He was reaching to turn on the cold water, when he saw it.
Sara's bikini was hanging in the shower where she had obviously hung it to dry. He stood frozen for a moment, and then taking a deep breath he reached to remove it.
He tried telling himself she hadn't been wearing it when they kissed, but that only conjured the image of her naked body treading lake water.
He had tried not to stare as she bobbed drunkenly, but his eyes hadn't exactly obeyed last night.
He felt his erection grow painful as his fingers grasped the thin material. He pulled it down and averting his eyes from it as best he could, he set it on the closed toilet lid.
He turned back to the shower and reached to turn on the cold water. His hand hesitated for a moment before turning the knob, but then cranked it to the half way point. He hesitated again briefly and then reached to add some hot water to the mix.
When the water was to his liking he stepped in and closed the curtain letting the warmth of the water pour over him, its fingers trailing down his sensitive body.
He sighed and reached to grasp himself. He told himself he wouldn't think of Sara, but he knew this was a lie as he closed his eyes. He moaned softly as he placed one hand out to the tile wall to steady himself and gave in to the images of Sara that filled his head.
(Sara)
Sara opened her eyes to peek at the clock, 9:45. Sunday brunch was at 10:00 and she would be late if she wasn't careful. She wondered if telling her mother she was sick was worth the 3rd degree she would receive later. She knew her mother would be suspicious that she was not sick, but actually hung over.
Sighing deeply, Sara braced herself and sat up. Her head, which had felt like it might explode while lying prone, now felt like it might have done just that. She lay back down as the nausea gripped her.
"Ugh", she said aloud to her empty room.
She closed her eyes and thought of all the beer she had consumed the previous night. She had been pretty buzzed, that was for sure.
She felt her face grow hot as the memories of that night assaulted her aching head. Oh, God! She had kissed Michael, hadn't she? She had gone skinny dipping with David, but kissed Michael under the dock. She put her hands over her hot cheeks.
She remembered everything. He had been upset about her drinking and then she had kissed him. And he had kissed her back at first.
Then he had pulled away from her…because she was drunk and…Oh, God, what had she done? She had made a fool of herself. And he must think her such a sleaze! Skinny dipping and…..Sara suddenly felt sick.
She jumped from her bed and raced for the bathroom. She flung open the door and made a beeline for the toilet. She registered the sound of the shower being shut off behind her as she was reaching to flush the toilet.
Her fingers pushed the cold steel as the shower curtain slid back and she got her first glimpse of her step brother in all his glory.
(Michael)
He twisted the knobs shutting off the water feeling guilty for what he had just done. He knew he shouldn't be having these feelings for Sara, but he couldn't help it. Why couldn't he have an ugly step sister like the ones in Cinderella? Why did his step sister have to be so amazingly beautiful?
He was pulling back the shower curtain when he heard the toilet flush.
His eyes took in Sara's face as she looked from his naked body to his eyes, before turning her head away and rushing from the room.
Michael stood frozen for a moment and then grabbed a towel. He couldn't help but wonder just when Sara had entered the bathroom.
(Sara)
Oh, God, Sara thought, he's so beautiful. And then she saw the look on his face and it was all over in a minute.
She was rushing from the room with her face on fire. She made it back to her room just as the phone began to ring.
Taking a deep breath Sara pushed the button and stuck it to her ear.
"Hello"? She managed.
"Hey, it's me", Kelly said with a pop of her gum. "You ready for the bad news"?
Her eyes squeezed tightly shut. "Umm… Yeah. What"? Sara's mind was still back in the bathroom with her naked step brother.
"Christy asked Michael to the dance. I just got off the phone with her. Sara, Christy said he said yes".
Sara's already pounding head pounded harder.
"You mean Michael is going to the dance with Christy? She asked him last night, and he said yes"? Sara repeated dumbly.
"Uh, yeah that's what I just said, Sara…Geez. What's wrong with you? Are you hung over"?
Sara raked her hand through her bed tangled hair.
"Umm, yeah, Kelly I'm gonna have to call you back, okay"?
Sara didn't wait for her friend's response she just pushed the button ending the call and sank to the floor.
Michael was going to the dance with Christy? Suddenly Sara felt sick, but she knew it was a different kind of illness altogether.
Sara felt her heart ache as she pictured Michael at the dance with Christy. She leaned her head on her knees and took a deep breath.
When the phone rang again she let the answering machine pick it up. She listened to her own cheerful voice saying she wasn't home or was doing something too fun to answer the call, and then David's voice filled her empty bedroom.
"Hey girl, where you at"? He laughed. " I was just callin' 'cause I wanted to ask you sumthin'last night, but you bounced outta there before I got the chance. Aw-ight, I'll just ask now. You wanna go to the dance with me? I mean it's cool if you already gots a date in all. Just let me know, aw-ight? Peace out, girl".
Sara stared at the silent answering machine. Should she go to the dance with David? She really didn't want to think about it just then. The only thing Sara wanted was to go back to sleep so she could forget about everything that had happened the last 24 hours.
Dragging herself back to her bed she raked a hand through her hair and climbed back under the blankets. Pulling them comfortingly up over her still aching head, she told herself she would deal with her mother and the great inquisition later.
Besides, there was absolutely no way she could face Michael across the table at brunch.