Greet Kyle.... as you are.

{If Shame <30
}Beth looked at the pile of clothes, contemplating a choice of pants for a few seconds, before shaking her head.
I'm comfortable. Why should I put on pants in my own house? Besides, maybe Kyle will appreciate {if Dat Ass = 1
}my booty {else
the view {endif
}more than his brother does.
As if summoned by that thought, the doorbell rang. {else
}Beth spent a few minutes looking through the clothes, wondering if there was a pair of pants that was clean enough to pull on before Kyle arrived. Unfortunately, the ringing doorbell cut her search short. Welp. Guess this is just happening now. {endif}
"It's open!! Come on in!" Beth yelled, and when she heard the door swing open {if Shame < 30
}she strode from the laundry room with the confidence of a woman who knew she was hot. {else
}her face flushed with heat. Am I really doing this? Beth couldn't deny the thrill she felt. {endif
}Her nipples tented the t-shirt from excitement.
As soon as she rounded the corner and saw the young Marine in the entryway, fiddling with his duffel bag, she bit her lip. Helloooo, soldier... Kyle Palmer was a tall, young man in a military haircut and a tight green t-shirt stretched over a toned chest and decent biceps. He was definitely Brian's brother: same jawline, same cheekbones, but Kyle's face was a little rounder, and he was taller than his older brother by an inch at least.
"Sorry...my bag keeps trying to..." Kyle looked up and his words died in his mouth as his jaw dropped. "Um...uh...."
"Hi! Welcome!" Beth couldn't help but grin at his reaction. He couldn't stop his eyes from taking her in, from toes to tits.
"I,,,I'm sorry, I didn't mean to interrupt..." He suddenly averted his gaze to the ceiling. "Forgive me, ma'am."
Awww, he's blushing.
"Aw, you're sweet. It's ok. I'm just doing some laundry." Beth walked over and planted herself in front of him, giving him a big hug. The feeling of his strong chest caressing her erect nipples through their shirts gave her a naughty jolt. {if Shame < 30
}This is fun. {else
}This is baaaad...{endif
} "It's ok. I'm very comfortable with myself. Am I making you uncomfortable?" She released him from the hug, and his eyes locked onto hers, despite the struggle on his face.
"No ma'am. This is your home. I just...." his cheeks were the color of tomatoes.
"You're so sweet. You're family, so you can stop calling me ma'am." She extended a hand. "Beth Wilson."
"Palmer....I mean... Kyle." He took her offered hand and shook it. "Nice to meet you ma'am... sorry! Beth."
Oooh....strong hands. {if Shame >29
}
Aliright, slut. Chill the fuck out.
{endif
}
"Make yourself at home, hon." She smiled. "I'm going to pop upstairs and finish getting dressed. After that, I'm excited to get to know each other a little." {if Shame < 30
}_Or a lot... {endif
}
Beth turned and headed towards the stairs at a leisurely pace. I bet he's looking. {if Dat Ass = 1
}With an ass like mine, who wouldn't? {else
}Well, he probably hasn't seen a girl in a while that wasn't also in uniform. {endif
}She paused for a brief moment at the bottom of the stairs to peek over her shoulder. Sure enough, Kyle was still standing where she had left him; eyes locked on her {if Dat Ass = 1
}glorious booty. {else
}legs and butt. {endif
} Beth nearly giggled as she skipped up the steps and into her bedroom. She plopped onto the bed, reveling in the satisfaction of positive attention.
{if Shame < 30
}That was so much fun. I should invite him upstairs to help me pick an outfit... Okay maybe that's pushing my luck. {else
}Alright, girl. You've had your fun, now snap out of it and get dressed.{endif
}
Beth got dressed in a pair of yoga pants and a sporty, midriff tank. It was her most common outfit for in-house massage sessions.
When Beth came back downstairs, Kyle was sitting on the couch looking at his phone. He looked up when Beth plopped onto the loveseat across from him, and she was pleased to see that a little crimson still stained his cheeks.