A friendly chat

Matt and Karen walked up the driveway toward their small apartment. It was late and their mother hadn't left a light on because the owners who lived in the big house upfront said the porch light interfered with their dog's sleep.

"They're just kids, no different from the kids in L.A.," Matt said. "Pretending to dance, being horny and not wanting to seem to eager."

{if karendance=true}Karen put her arm around Matt and gave his shoulders a squeeze. "Thank you for dancing with me. Nobody wants to be the first to ask someone. After we danced, three other guys asked. Including that jumbo-sized Freddy."

Matt shouldn't be jealous. He and Karen weren't lovers, they were helping each other out, that was all. Still, the idea of Freddy pawing his petite sister made his stomach churn. "Please tell me you didn't dance with him."

Karen laughed. "I'd seen him wreck the toes of his previous two partners so no, I didn't. What, are you jealous?"

"No, of course... okay, maybe a little."

"I was a little jealous of you, too.{endif} {if amydance=true} I am glad you danced with Amy, though," Karen said. "It meant a lot to her.{endif}"

{if karendance=false}That dance was the complete pits. I can't believe you wouldn't even dance with me."

"I meant to but I ran out of time."

"Yeah, sure.{endif}

Matt put his key in the door and the two snuck into the apartment. The wall's thin drywall didn't block the sound of their dad's snoring... he must have come home after they'd left for the dance and, as usual, **** made him snore. If they woke him they'd hear about it for days and just might get the taste of his backfist.

{if karendance=true}Karen grabbed him by the neck and kissed him hard, putting her lips and tongue into the action. "I owe you, brother. And I'm going to pay you back."

"Come to bed with me."

"I'm not that crazy but I'll do something for you." She grabbed his hands and put them on her breasts.

They weren't as big as Natasha's and nowhere as close to as big as Ms. Chadra's or Ophelia's but they still felt nice and squishy in his hands. He could have spend an hour just squeezing them.

"That's enough, Matt. I don't want bruises."

He blushed. "Night, Karen."

"Night, Matt. We'll have more fun tomorrow."

{elseif}"Night, Matt. Sometimes you're a jerk but I still like you." Karen kissed him on the cheek leaving him feeling confused and... well, horny.{endif}