My parents divorced when I was 10 years old and my mother took custody of me. She is a great mom who is very caring and never sheltered me from the “Facts of Life”. After a period of time she put her loneliness aside and went out into the dating world. She fell in love with Bill and they eventually married. I just turned 18 at the time of the wedding and didn’t really give much thought that Bill’s daughter from his first marriage was going to move in with us after the school year was done. I guess she and her mother had enough of each other and she decided to move. I had seen pictures of Vanessa but had never met her. I always though she was a cute girl from the pictures that I had seen of her. I guess the pictures that I saw were a few years old because I only saw a rail thin brunette with bright blue eyes. She must have only been 14 or 15 in the pictures and she looked awkward like most girls that age. She was caught somewhere in the middle of womanhood and childhood. It wasn’t until later that I learned that she was about 6 months younger than me.
I had many pressing life events ahead of me, graduation and then college. I was lucky enough to get a scholarship to the state college in Albuquerque and my dreams were of studying business and maybe going to film school to learn about production. My love of film lead me to believe that I would immediately leave high school and head to N.Y.U. film-school and become the next Spielberg. My grades were good enough for the local state schools but I had to shelve my Big Apple dreams for the time being.
My mother (Lisa) is the nurse manager at the city hospital and between her and Bill they make a pretty good living. Our house is a pretty nice place, A Tri-level with a basement and 4 bedrooms and 2 nice living areas. Bill was nice enough to let me stake claim to the basement area and it was my domain. I never really had to leave. I had my own bathroom and a great office area for my computer and video editing equipment. Sometimes I would lock myself in my room and work on honing my skills as a filmmaker.
As graduation came and went I realized that I needed a source of income. Bill was a city manager and helped me get a summer job working with the parks department. I was in decent shape and my stint on the wrestling team would benefit me working out in the hot sun all summer. I came home from my first day on the job and I was beat. I parked my old, but reliable, Honda in the parking lot and dragged myself in the house. There was a note on the refrigerator noting that my mother and Bill went to pick up Vanessa and would be back later this evening. I was feeling pretty tired and the clock only read 4:30 so I decided to take a nap and wait for the parental units to arrive.
I woke about an hour later and realized that I needed to at least change clothes and look presentable for my new “sister”. I threw on a decent polo shirt and some jean shorts and ran a comb through my brown hair. I had an idea that capturing the moment on video would be just the thing. I ran to my room and grabbed my Handi-Cam, and just as I grabbed it I could hear Bill’s SUV pull into the driveway. I walked to the door and started to film. I was not prepared for what I saw next. Vanessa was stepping out of the backseat of the SUV on the driver’s side and she looked stunning. She was about 5 foot 5 and looked to be about 115 lbs, her hair was a very dark brown, almost black, and it hung in a Betty Paige bob just about to her shoulders. She was wearing a form fitting white button down shirt and some hip hugging jeans that looked painted on. The jeans were low enough to allow for a nice view of her flat stomach. She had pale white skin that looked like porcelain. She looked up and her eyes connected with me. Her bright blue eyes pierced right through me. She looked a little pissed at the fact that the video camera was filming her. I pointed the camera towards the ground in a goodwill gesture and her frown began to wane.
“Come say hello to Vanessa.” My mother motioned me over.
I turned the camera off and walked over. Vanessa smiled at me and it was a smile that I will never forget. I wished that I had left the camera on to capture the moment. She gave me a hug that was more forceful and warm than I expected. She had a smell that I also could not get out of my mind. A mixture of Calvin Klein’s Eternity and the faint scent of clove cigarettes. I thought to myself that Vanessa must have a wild side to her. I helped grab her bags and told her that I would help her unload boxes after she settled in a little. She was walking in front of me on the way to the house and she dropped her purse. She bent down to pick it up and I saw the tiniest black thong being exposed as she picked it back up. My mind started to swim at the thought.
A couple of hours later after Vanessa was shown her room, we all settled in for some dinner. Bill was kind enough to order some pizza as no one felt like cooking. Vanessa went up to change and came ready to move boxes upstairs. I caught myself looking at her a little too long to be normal. She was wearing her hair up in a pony-tail and a pair of short cut off black sweatpants that were rolled down at the waist. She wore a white tank top and the straps of her black bra were loosely moving around her shoulders. She smiled and walked out to the SUV. I was strangely silent following her and wondered how to start a meaningful conversation. She leaned into the back compartment and started handing me boxes. I stared at the muscles in her stomach as she reached further back to get the last box.
“Do you want to help me unpack after we get this stuff hauled upstairs?” she asked.
“Sure, if you want me to,” I replied.
“You can look at the rest of my underwear,” she said with a wink.
I blushed and gave myself away.
“It was kind of intentional,” she said.
“Intentional?” I stammered back.
“Yeah, you look pretty preppy with your polo shirt and all. I just wanted to check if you were gay.”
“Gay! Who, me?” I was making myself look like an idiot at this point.
We did a lot of procrastinating getting the boxes upstairs and by that time Bill and my mother already said their good nights and told us not to stay up too late. I sat on the freshly put-together bed and watched as Vanessa started to unpack. I sensed from earlier that she had a wild side and it became more apparent as she unpacked her boxes. She unrolled a “Bad Religion” poster along with a “Misfits” and “The Cramps” poster.
“You like old school punk music I see,” I asked her, sounding like the master of the obvious.
“The new so called punk music lacks balls and conviction,” she said.
“I could tell that you have a wild side the first time I laid eyes on you,” I blurted out.
“You have no idea,” she replied.
I felt brave and asked her if she had a tattoo. “Is it that obvious?” she replied.
“I can’t see one on you, but I kind of figured that you did.” I felt a little embarrassed and was sure that I was going to upset her.
“I know that you have to work tomorrow, so I will show it to you and then you have to leave. There are some things that a lady needs to unpack in private anyway,” she said.
“You don’t have to if it makes you uncomfortable,” I stammered.
She walked towards the part of the bed where I was sitting and started to roll down her sweatpants further. As she rolled them down I became aware that she was no longer wearing any panties and that she was clean shaven. I looked at the tiny black heart tattooed right above her slit.
“That’s fucking hot!” I blurted out without even thinking.
She smiled at me and helped me off the bed and out the room and closed the door behind me. I went to my basement room and watched her get out of the car on tape at least 20 times before I went to bed. I took out my frustration out on a gym sock and layed there confused and totally excited.