Safe in Texas

“Curtis! It's time to get up! You’re going to be late for your flight!” My mother’s voice called from downstairs. I could hear the sadness in it, although she was doing her best to be chipper and stay calm. It was enough to get me to bounce up from my bed, and toss on a white t-shirt, along with my favorite red hoodie and some black Vans cargo shorts. Grabbing my black with teal logo backpack, that had clothes 2 pairs of shoes, my sketchbook, my ear pods and some drumsticks in it and my seafoam green Harley Benton telecaster style electric guitar in its hard case, I ran out of my bedroom, slipping on my shoes as I fell down the steps.

“Ow.” Sitting up, I could hear my mother laughing as I tied my shoes. “You shouldn’t have tried hoping down while getting them on.” I could hear the worry in her voice, wanting to make sure I was okay, but I just let out a soft chuckle. “Yeah yeah, I know. I'm just excited. I finally get to see my real dad after ten years!” I knew this upset her, as she didn’t care much for my dad at all. “And I also get to see my little sis! You know how amazing this is?!”

“But you have a sister here. And you don’t spend any time with her.” My mom always tried to make me want to stay and do things I didn’t want to. She was the fixer. “I try but you know she hates me. If you ever find out why let me know.” My voice broke a bit. I always wanted a sister who cared for me and wanted to spend time with me, but as she grew up, she started wanting nothing to do with me. The only time she wanted to spend time with me, is when she wanted something from me. “I know, son. It's just,” she paused and shook her head, her short blonde hair trying to swing back and forth.

“I get it, mom. I'll give you a call when I get to the airport, when the flight leaves, and when I land.” This broke her. She started balling and pulled me into a tight hug, keeping my lean and athletic body pressed against her rather full breasts. “I’ll miss you. You know I love you and I always will. You better call me every day.” will try not to worry about myself so much, please. "I am your mother it's my job to worry about you, okay, but ill be fine you smile and she smiles back 'okay I will try not to worry so much but no promises ."

I couldn’t hold back my tears anymore. I never really knew my real dad, and to be leaving my mom, the only caring person I had left after my grandmother passed away, broke my heart. “I know. I love you, mom. I'll be back soon to visit. You have my word.”

As I pulled away and walked out of the house, the tears finally started pouring. “Tell your dad if he doesn’t take care of you, I will fly out there and kick his ass!”

The plane got diverted and delayed so I arrived just outside of Austin, Texas two days later. The two days were hell. Had to wait the first day and overnight in Little Rock, Arkansas, and with no place to stay except the airport, kinda felt like I was back in the marines sleeping on the floor, but a day later I was finally here.

My dad and his wife picked me up from the airport. The memories were eating me alive. You see, a few months back I was overseas, on a sniper patrol, and yes at only 22 years old, this is where shit got bad, we got spotted the cause of some kid working for the enemy. they shot an RPG rocket at the building we were using as a sniper's nest. I was the only one who survived but not without injuries and problems.....

When the doctor first saw me he thought I would never walk again due to the blast but actually, my spine was normal and healthy. They thought I had brain bleeding luckily no but I did have a broken ankle, fucked up shoulder requiring surgery but it's okay now other than the multiple scars on it.

Ever since that day, I have had nightmares. It gave me panic attacks and bad anxiety traveling too, so I was glad when we finally reached my new home.

It only took me fifteen minutes to unpack my stuff, since I only had my bookbag. When I was done unpacking, I walked out to the living room to see my dad, and his wife my new stepmom, walking out the door, to take off and go do their own thing. I knew they were heading to Vegas for a week, which is why I got here when I did. I didn’t mind, however, as it gave me time to meet and get to know my half-sister, Lindsey.

“Lindsey?” I wondered where she was since I didn’t get an answer. First I knocked on the room to her door but got no response. So my next place to look would be outside.

Opening the back door, I spotted a sliver of light coming from the building outback. “That must be where she is.” It was the only logical place I came up with since she wasn’t inside the house.

Opening the sliding glass door, I walked in and peeked into the room that sliver of light was coming from, and sure enough, she was in there. But...I didn’t expect to see what I did.

The slim brown-haired girl tan cute hot and obvious wild was in there, metal music blaring sounded like and it was slipknot playing on her blue tooth speaker from her phone. Her teal blue thong panties were down at her ankles and her legs were spread. the rest of her clothes meaning a black nirvana t-shirt, black bra, light color blue jean shorts, and black and white vans shoes were spread out all over the floor of the room just randomly laying everywhere. I could see everything. How she pumped her fingers in and out of her tight, dripping wet, smooth pussy, rubbing her palm against her clit, the bottom of her tan-lined white butt cheeks looked so good too, “Holy shit...” I wanted to look away, I knew it was wrong to watch my step sister fuck herself with her hand, but I couldn’t. It didn’t take long before I heard her let out a moan, her breath shaky, and juices flying into the air, hitting the floor.

Not only was the sight something to behold, but the smell that finally hit me in the face, made me let out a deep breath of satisfaction. There was only one substance in the world that had this smell.........weed. I could smell two great things weed and pussy........

Knocking on the door, I moved from the crack and stood behind it. “Lindsey? Are you in there?” I could hear rummaging and shifting. “Yeah. Come on in.”

Nodding, to myself, I opened the door, to see her only covered by her flannel shirt which was buttoned near the middle but not buttoned all the way near the top or bottom. “Hey, sis.” Her eyes widened, and I swear she forgot about being naked under that flannel, as she got up, I was embraced in such a tight hug, I was amazed at how she didn’t know I saw her fingering herself just a minute before. Her thong undies were still wrapped around only her right foot, she quickly kicked them off and under the couch, I totally acted like I didn't see her do it.

“Bro!” I could tell she was happy to see me, excited to finally meet me, after nineteen years of not knowing I existed. she had a Contagious Smile All I could do was smile too and return the hug that she didn’t release. “It's nice to meet you,” I whispered softly, rubbing her lower back gently.

“You too!” After what felt like forever of having her small but really nice frame, and breasts pressed against me her arms folded together around my neck, she released the hug, sitting in the chair in front of me. “Sit! Oh, shit my bad! Do you smoke?”

Smiling, I sat down across from her, trying to keep my eyes from looking under the table at her crotch. “I usually only do edibles but if you have some to smoke I am down? I could smell it from outside.”

After spending the whole evening smoking from the small pipe, eating a frozen pizza she had baked in the oven for us, talking, laughing, and pillows and food playfully, at one another, the sun finally fell. And she finally realized that if I wanted to, I could have looked at her pussy at any time, then she buttoned up her flannel around her waist to make sure to cover it. She figured I didn’t steal a few peeks, which I did, but wouldn’t tell her. Time for bed I guess, "yes I'll show you to your room so we both can get some sleep and get to know each other even more tomorrow."