Steamy Sister
By Tessie L’Amour
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Copyright © 2011 by Tessie L’Amour
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Excerpt: Dirty Bet (Sharing Lisa #1)
Steamy Sister
Lucy ducked, though she knew Gareth would never cruise low enough to hit the cheerleaders. His broad grin before he banked right in pursuit of the other team’s aeroscooter let her know he’d seen. She felt the heat rise in her cheeks, but the next combination required all her attention. She spun in place, then leapt onto Kara’s shoulders, and the two cartwheeled together. It would have been deadly on Earth, but the low lunar gravity allowed them to perform some pretty amazing gymnastic tricks. The crowd howled with delight, but Lucy didn’t know whether it was for the Gareth or the cheerleaders. When she landed, she glanced up at the scoreboard which puffed steam with delight as it changed the score. Mare Tranquillitatis was ahead!
The squad whooped and went straight into a celebratory wheel that they’d practiced all week in secret. The crowd went wild again, and this time Lucy knew it was for them. She smiled, hoping that Gareth had a chance to see the trick. Probably not. He’d already be back preparing for the next play.
Sinus Amoris scored shortly afterwards , and the two teams traded the lead back and forth, but when the scoreboard squealed the final whistle, Mare Tranquillitatis was ahead by one touch. The crowd cheered loudly, and the squad went through its final gyrations, though the length of the game had left them all exhausted and drained.
The long game and close finish left both sides with excess energy, and it took forever to empty the stadium. Bored, Lucy told her squad leader that she’d handle the area behind the bleachers. The only way they’d gotten permission to field a squad at all was by agreeing to handle trash and recycling duty, so Lucy wandered along, occasionally picking up a bottle or flyer. Her mind was elsewhere, and eventually she stopped walking.
Lucy leaned against the back railing, ignoring the cold metal against her bare legs. A passerby might have thought she was watching Earth, large and luminous in the sky, but if he’d looked closer, he’d have seen that her eyes were unfocused distant.
Lost in her dream, Lucy imagined Gareth coming to her apartment in the middle of the night. Blonde hair pulled back, muscles rippling through a skintight black t-shirt, his manner proud and slightly imperious. His piercing blue eyes saw through her, and he laughed at her feigned innocence. With a sudden move, he pulled his shirt over his head, and she caught her breath at the sight of his bare chest. Moving toward her, he gestured at her cheerleader outfit, and without daring to question him, she started to undress. He watched, saying nothing, as her clothes dropped to the ground one by one until her nubile breasts jutted proudly for his approval. Nodding once, he reached forward and grasped her wrist, brooking no argument as he gathered her into his virile…
The lights dimmed, and Lucy glanced up, surprised. “Shit.” It figured. Her day had been a series of fuck-ups, and it would totally figure if they locked up the gym while she was still picking up trash. She looked around, wrinkled her nose and reached down to grab one last flyer, stuck to the bleachers with somebody’s discarded gum. Yanking the flyer off and ignoring the scrap of paper left behind, she hurried after the Dumpster Zed which was trundling away, a cloud of moon dust floating in its wake. He doesn’t even know you exist, she thought mournfully.
“Wait, I’ve got more trash,” Lucy called, and the Dumpster whirred to a stop with an aggrieved puff of steam. Pistons churning, it turned its solitary eye toward her and glared. “I’m sorry, I didn’t realize it was so late,” she said, hoping the Dumpster wouldn’t have a hissy fit and refuse to open. After a long moment, the chute clanged ajar, and the Dumpster waited, tapping its wheel impatiently.
Lucy shoved the trash in, more roughly than she intended, and the Dumpster coughed and gagged before swallowing. She could see it rumble as it digested and sorted the material into different elements, each to its own compartment. Recycling wasn’t just a good idea on Luna Base 14, it was the law.
“Thanks, and sorry,” she called after the Dumpster Zed as it churned away in a huff. She spun around and sprinted toward the gym, wavy brown hair flying behind her. The game had gone into overtime, and her squad had flipped and danced and spun for every score. Mare Tranquillitatis won, which made it a little better, but all Lucy wanted now was to shower and head home. She felt hot, sweaty and more than a little frustrated by her dream. Her skin and scalp felt crawly with the clingy dust kicked up during their routines.
Panting to a stop, Lucy yanked on the door to the women’s locker room, but it wouldn’t budge. “Shit!” She pounded on the door and waited, but nobody came to her rescue. “Shit, shit, shit!” Lucy said, glancing up at the clock which wheezed and glared back suspiciously. Twenty-five of nine, and the hot water shut off promptly these days, conserved for endless terraforming projects. If she waited until she got home, she’d have to shower in an icy spray so cold it left her shivering for hours. “Damn!”
A loud toot startled her, and Lucy rocked back on her heels in surprise. A dashing young man in aviator goggles and a cape hopped off the aeroscooter. His rakish grin was infectious, and Lucy almost smiled before she remembered her plight.
Jake pushed the goggles and peered at Lucy closely. “What’s up, sis?” he asked. Cocky and handsome, her younger brother at nineteen already had a reputation for loving and leaving, aided in his conquests in no small part by his position as Captain of Mare Tranquillitatis.
“I’m tired, I’m filthy and it’s late,” Lucy growled, not caring that it was her own fault she’d been daydreaming.
Seeing her frown, Jake glanced up at the clock tower and did a double-take. “Damn it, sis. If we wait any longer, we’re going to get frigidized. Why are you standing out here? You still have time to hit the showers.”
He turned and walked briskly toward the men’s locker room, and Lucy found herself sprinting to keep up. “I got locked out.”
Jake looked back at the door, then up at the clock, which yawned and pointedly lit up its face. “Oh, come on. You can use our showers. Nobody else is here this late. We have to hurry though, or we’ll be out past curfew.”
The men’s locker room was also locked, but Jake grinned and pulled out a key ring. “Captain’s prerogative,” he said, opening the door. The lights were still on, though the locker room appeared deserted. Somebody must have jammed the generator to keep them going, though the waste would likely get the team in trouble.
Pulling off his jersey, Jake coaxed the Atomizer Viscount into expanding the spray for two people. “Hurry up, sis,” he called out, pushing his shorts and boxers down and stepping into the spray. “It’s still hot.”
“I can’t,” Lucy said, blushing but unable to take her eyes off his solid, masculine physique. “I, you’re…”
“Oh, never mind that, sis. Nothing you haven’t seen before back when we used to play doctor and nurse. Remember?” He didn’t look back, but laughed as he lathered up.
Lucy remembered perfectly well, but at eleven and nine, the situation was quite different than at twenty-one and nineteen. Some only children would have objected to the sudden addition of a step-brother at that age, but Lucy and Jake always got on well, even aside from the pre-teen sexual curiosity. They’d gotten over that stage quickly, and been friends ever since, but certainly no more than that.
On the other hand, time was moving on, and she couldn’t bear finishing up the day with a frigid shower when the hot, steamy spray looked so inviting. What the hell, he’s only your brother, she thought. She peeled off her skirt and tossed it on a bench. Pulling her top over her head made her nervous, but Jake wasn’t paying any attention. Taking a deep breath, Lucy unsnapped her bra and hung it on a hook. She slid her panties down, careful not to let them touch the nasty locker room floor, folded them and put them carefully down on her skirt.