Venus in Summer
One
Ethan sat in the back seat, staring out of the window. The
rain seemed endless, hopeless, relentless. The sky was ashen and filled with
clouds spitting and fallen over each other as they lumbered heavily and slowly
across the blanketed sky. Ethan sighed. Today was his eighteenth birthday and
he was right where he didn’t want to be. A few months ago, his Mum had offered
o take him away for his birthday since it was such a special one.
“How about we go to the Lakehouse? Like when you and
Samantha were kids?” His Mum, Jane had suggested excitedly. Ethan liked the
idea at the time. The Lakehouse was picturesque. A rustic yet modern cabin set
out in the middle of a lush pine forest. Silence for miles apart from the
celebrations, shouting, fun they used to have as a family. Well, back when his
Dad was around. He remembered the long bike trails, finding deer hidden in
trees and attempting, but ultimately failing to sneak up on them in silence.
The paths covered in pine leaves: soft and bouncy under foot. The oak walls
which shone and glistened with polished perfection.
“We can even have a BBQ on the decking, like we used to”
Jane had carried on, selling the Lakehouse to Ethan. He agreed pretty quickly
when the memories came flooding back to him. He even met his first girlfriend
there. Well, girlfriend was a strong word. Jessica was more like a friend who
he spent a few days with, with their lips locked together most of the time.
They agreed to stay in touch when they got home, but living miles apart seemed
so daunting for a fourteen-year-old. Now, Ethan was eighteen and had a new
girlfriend. Sarah. They two had been together just over six weeks and to say
their relationship was passionate was an understatement.
Sarah was nineteen and had recently moved just down the road
from Ethan. She didn’t go to college or university, like Ethan, and worked as a
Teaching Assistant in a Primary School, dealing with kids between five and ten.
He didn’t know how she managed it. He hated kids. He just presumed it was his
age. Everything seemed dull and ‘uncool’ to him right now. Well, everything
except for Sarah. He spotted her sunbathing in the Garden a few days after they
moved in. Ethan had stood on his stair landing, peering out the window across
the rows of houses watching the distant beauty in only a bikini and hot-pants.
Living on a new build estate the houses where pressed together like train
tracks, each one almost sitting on the other. Due to this, even though Sarah
lived four doors down form him he had an unobscured view of her curves and
bronze skin.
From that day he had made it his mission to introduce
himself. He took a while, of course. He was nervous, Sweaty. The sight of her
named his stomach roll, bounce and jump. Sarah was the most beautiful thing he
had ever seen. She was tall, taller than Ethan. She had mousey brown hair which
ran like silk down her nape and through her shoulders, and her bronze, tanned
skin seemed chiselled with perfection by some unnamed Greek sculptor. She had
deep eyes, blue and open yet dangerous like the ocean. He knew looking into
them too long and he would drown. Her figure was hourglass, delicate yet
ravenous with a touch of lascivious seduction entwined.
Ethan felt a buzzing in his pocket. His phone. He had been
eager for this message. He knew Sarah was busy at work, so he had sat,
daydreaming about her out the car window waiting for her message. She was the
reason he didn’t want to be here. He didn’t know her when he agreed to this
trip, but now he only wanted to spend every waking second with her.
“Looks like Miss ‘got you wrapped around her finger’ has
messaged you Bro’ Samantha smirked, breaking Ethan out of his dozing daydream.
Samantha was his sister. Well, sort of his Sister. She was really his cousin,
but her parents died in a car crash when she was only six. Ethan’s Mum Jane had
taken her in and brought her up as her own. The two used to be really close,
being virtually the same age. Samantha was only a few months older than Ethan. Since
Ethan started his relationship with Stacy they seemed to have drifted apart.
Samantha used to drag Ethan everywhere; Shopping, cinema, bowling, nights out
with the girls. She would often snuggle up to him on the sofa to watch films.
He even remembered Samantha feigning an interest in Soccer which Ethan was
watching just to relax and lay with him. Generally, most people would see this
behaviour as strange or incestuous, but since Ethan had always known Samantha
to be like this, he just put it down to her closeness to him and her strong
family bonds. Still, he was a little shocked with how distant she had been from
him. Maybe she didn’t like Sarah? Or maybe she felt like he was replacing her.
Ethan would have bene lying if he said it didn’t upset him, but he had a
girlfriend now and was quickly falling in love with her. Samantha would just
have to learn to live with that.
“Don’t call her that, Samantha’ Ethan blurted back, a hidden
harshness in his voice. Samantha turned to him and pouted playfully. Samantha
was what would be consider beautiful. Ethan knew that if he wasn’t related to
her he would have tried something a long time ago. She wasn’t tall, but she
made up for it with her figure. She had bleached blond hair, but what colour
her hair naturally was Ethan couldn’t remember. It had been pink, red, black,
red and he was sure he dyed it blue for a few weeks at some point. She had
green eyes which screamed playfulness and large, full lips which were often
covered in think layers of lipstick: Deep red today. She wore lots of makeup,
but that didn’t mean she wasn’t beautiful. No. Samantha was stunning even when
she crawled out of bed. Her body was something else though. Ethan remembered
many times having to hide an erection under a pillow when her large, ‘F’ sized
breasts would press up against his arm. She never hid her ‘assets’ either.
Samantha would always wear tight tops which exposed the sheer size and firmness
of her breasts in winter and would wear belly exposing crop tops in summer
which we as low cut as humanly possible. It always made things frustrating for
Ethan when she would snuggle up to him at night. She would always give him a
perfect view down her top and her large, supple breasts. She would be disgusted
if she knew how Ethan felt about her body in that aspect of their relationship.
“Well? Are you answering her or what Bro?” Samantha purred.
Ethan fumbled around in his pocket awkwardly. He didn’t have much room. Due to
the amount of luggage in his Mum’s small car Samantha was virtually sat on his
knee. He pressed his arms against her supple hips, moving her out of the way,
and pulled his phone out his pocked.
Ethan’s eyes stretched and bulged
as he darted them across the screen of his phone. He stared for what felt like
an eternity. Sarah had never sent him messages like this before. Sure, they had
a highly charged sex life, but this was something new. He began to type back,
flustered, his brain running a mile a minute. Bloody rushing to his flushed
face.
“You ok there, Bro?” Samantha
asked playfully, attempting to peer over to his phone. Quickly, Ethan switched
the tabs on his phone, praying there was something innocent up there for him.
There was. His Facebook quickly popped up and the images he received off Sarah
vanished into the background of his phone. He breathed a sigh of relief under
his breath.
“Why are you looking at my
Facebook?” Samantha asked, smiling quizzically. Ethan looked down to see her
picture, loaded up in full on his phone. To make it worse it was a picture of
her a few weeks ago when she visited Hawaii with her friends. Dressed in a
slight purple bikini, her full cleave on display.
It was an innocent picture, but still Ethan found himself
blushing. To make it worse he began to notice the throbbing inside his thin
shorts. Samantha scrambled across to grab his phone and he quickly pulled it
away.
“Come on! Give me your phone!” She said playfully, only
Ethan didn’t feel like playing right now. He adjusted, trying to hide the
rock-hard erection pulsing through his light blue shorts. Samantha reached over
again, placing her hand on his thigh for better leverage. He felt the soft mass
of her breasts push against his arm. The head of them against his shoulder. He
gulped.
“I clicked on it by accident” Ethan stammered back, trying
to get Samantha to stop her assault before she discovered the secret bulging
inside his underwear. Suddenly, in the grabbing and reaching Samantha’s hand
slipped and came crashing down with all her weight onto Ethan’s rock-hard cock.
He went pale and swallowed. The pain shot up instantly like a lump in his
throat, followed by a dull throbbing in his lower abdomen. Samantha quickly
pulled away, her face awash with guilt.
“Shit! Sorry Ethan! Did I hurt you? Im really sorry” She
said sympathetically. Ethan grabbed his balls with his hand in pain and closed
his eyes. Samantha sat back in her seat and looked away from him. Ethan fumbled
around to make sure she hadn’t snapped his cock in the fall. Luckily for him
most of her weight had fallen onto his balls, crushing them between the palm of
her hand and the seat below.
“Least she didn’t notice how hard I was” Ethan thought to
himself and slipped his phone into his pocket.
