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Thanksgiving with my Brother (part 1)

The Thanksgiving I spent with my family.
We pulled onto the concrete driveway; I sat in the back on the left side. My dad was driving and my brother was in the passenger seat. The car was shifted into ‘park’ and the engine was turned off. I heard the two boys click off their seat belts and open the doors. I reached down to my right side and clicked my seat belt off. I opened the car door and stepped out. A cold breeze sliced my skin. As soon as I shut the car door, I threw my arms around my tummy. My daddy locked the car. I gazed at the massive white-colored house. I haven’t been here in over two years, things seem bigger than before. I noticed another car in the driveway; it must be my aunt and cousins. I had a feeling they would have gotten here before us. My dad stood in front of me, his grayish-green eyes looking at me.

“Ready?” he said, his shallow beard almost moving with the word itself. He wore blue jeans and a leather jacket over a sweater.

“Yeah, I guess?” I laughed softly.

We walked swiftly up the driveway to the front door that was on the left. My brother rang the doorbell. We stood there for a moment with no response. I gazed at my brother from afar. His stone-washed jeans were tight against his strong legs. His leather jacket made his back appear tense.

“Maybe the door’s open…” my brother said. He grabbed the brass doorknob against the white door. He turned it to the left, and pushed the door open. He stepped inside, followed by my daddy. “Hello.” I heard my brother say.

I stepped inside, hearing, “Oh, Zach, you look so much older!” from an older-female voice. I took off my sneakers, and jacket. My daddy had already taken off his, and I gave my jacket to him. My dad hung it up on the black coat rack. I placed my shoes in a small corner. The house itself was pure white, with white walls, tiled floors and carpeting. To my right, there was a door the led into the garage. To my left, there were the same black leather couches I remember, with a large grand piano, with the upper-floor overhang just above the couches. In front of me, there were two staircases. The one on the right led to a door which was the basement. The one on the left led to the upper floor. Right above me was the awesome chandelier which sparkled as it shined with light.

“Lydia…Lydia, is that you?” I heard my Grandma shriek. Zach moved, and I saw my Grandma Ida. She wasn’t my blood-related Grandma though. My real Grandma died of lung cancer two years before Zach was born. I didn’t feel any emotion towards her death, but I knew my daddy was affected by it. Grandma Ida was just as tall as I am. Her face resembles that of Hillary Clinton. Her hair was white and her eyes brown. She wore a peach colored blouse with black pants.

I said, smiling at her, “Hi Grandma!”

She reached out to me for a hug, “You are gorgeous! Where did all this beautiful come from?”

“I’m not sure?” I said as I gave her a big hug.

We let go and she held my face for a moment. Then she looked over to my dad, “And Scott, as brutish as always.” She gave him a big hug.

“Evening Ida.” he said as he hugged her back. The room began to fill with a sense of awkwardness.

I heard a high-pitched scream, and felt someone smash against the side of my body. The overwhelming smell of perfume rushed into my nose. I coughed slightly as the tightened grip around me began to unwind. I looked to my left, and saw my cousin, Lacey, looking back at me. She had straight, bronze hair like my brother and bright blue eyes like my own. Her skin was tanned. Her face was innocent and flawless, with an unforgettable smile.
She was 16. “Lydia! How are you? How was the rest of your summer?”
She wore a purple sweater and dark jeans. I noticed a shiny necklace around her neck, and immediately saw that it was the one my brother gave her for Christmas a few years back. It was a single pearl, surrounded by a circle of diamonds. It reminded me of my own necklace that I was wearing under my white sweatshirt.

“It was great!” I smiled back at her. I didn’t know what to say to her. Usually things come easily with her, but something was different this time.

“Uncle Scott!” she shouted, throwing herself into my dad, giving him a big hug. After a moment, she let him go, looking over at Zach.

Zach smiled at her, “You forget about me?”

She threw herself into him, “I could never forget about you!” She hugged him tightly.
I stared at them. She held him for much longer than I had thought. Every second that drifted by felt like an hour. Envy…more envy…more envy. She nearly swooned in his strength before she let him go. I had the intense urge to hold him next to me, and claim him as my man. My entire body ached. She looked back at me and smiled, just before she went back upstairs. My grandma and daddy followed her up. I heard more talking coming from upstairs as I watched Zach slowly take off his leather jacket.

“You don’t have to wait for Me.” he said softly.

I took a deep breath, “You’re the only one who won’t make this awkward.”

He hung his jacket on the coat rack and then walked to me. “What’s wrong?” he asked softly.

“Nothing is wrong why?” I responded.

He placed his hands against my upper arms, “Your muscles are tense.”

I took another deep breath. “You know, it’s really creepy how you can just see right through me.” I said softly, giving him a teasing smile.

He gave me a sexy smile, “Come on.” He took my hand and led me to the stairs. We walked together, my hand gripping his tightly.

We walked halfway up the stairs until Zach let my hand go, evading the sight of our family. I took the final step, and everything was just the way it was two years ago. There was an open kitchen directly in front of me. To my right, there was a long hallway leading to bathrooms and bedrooms. To my left, there was a large television, with brown leather couches. Directly to the left of the kitchen, there was the dining room all of this in one large area. Just beyond the glass dining room table, there is a sliding door which leads to a wooden deck. I noticed Hailey sitting on the couch, who was Lacey’s older sister, 21 years of age. She had dirty blonde hair, with green eyes. She was the same height as Zach, yet she was extremely skinny. She wore a brown sweatshirt with the front cut off, exposing her cleavage, along with daisy dukes. She was watching television and didn’t even notice Zach and I walk in. I looked to the dining room table, and I saw my aunt Erin, with her short blonde hair and green eyes. Erin was just as tall as my daddy, and she was much more aggressive for a woman than I am used to. She is the mother of Lacey and Hailey. Next to her, I saw my grandpa. He was looking down, and I could already feel the awkwardness begin to flow through my chest.

“Lydia! Come here and give your auntie a hug!” Erin called. I smiled as I paced to her, giving her a big hug as she sat on a chair.

I let her go, and she spoke, “Have you been keeping your brother in line?”

I laughed softly, “Oh, for sure! He doesn’t even breathe unless I say!”

She laughed, “Good girl, have to keep them boys in check!”

I gave her a big smile, but didn’t respond. I focused my attention to my grandpa. He was sitting at the far end of the table, barely looking at me. I walked to him, and he stood up, acknowledging my presence. He wore a white shirt, tucked into light brown pants with suspenders around his shoulders. His glasses were thick, and large. His white mustache just covered his upper lip and white hair was receding on his head. His body was near being only skin and bones, a fragile man.

I gave him a hug, and he barely touched me back. I said softly, “Hi grandpa.”

“Hello…” he said, in such seclusion, as if he was talking to air.

I looked over to my brother who was standing by Hailey at the couch. I observed as she jumped up from the couch, wrapped her arms around my brother’s neck, and hugged him, smiling as she did. I saw as his hands fell to her hips. I felt it again, the envy from before. It burned under my skin. I didn’t want her slutty, disease infested body anywhere near him. Every inch of my body wanted to push her off him, and just kiss him.

“Lydia…” I heard a voice say.

“Wait, what?” I asked, my grandpa looking at me.

“How is school going?” my grandpa asked slowly.

“It’s pretty good.” I said, taking a deep breath.

“Good…keeping your grades up?” he asked.

“Yeah, I am.” I said.

I glanced back to where Zach and Hailey were, Zach was gone and Hailey was back on the couch. I looked back at my grandpa. Zach was standing right next to him. I almost jumped. I didn’t expect him to be there. I didn’t stay to listen to them speak instead; I took a seat next to my aunt. I noticed my grandma was cooking food in the kitchen directly in front of me, along with my daddy. I took out my phone from my back pocket and clicked the screen on. I had four messages.

The first one was from my friend Dan, which read, ‘Happy thanksgiving!’ I replied back, ‘you too! ’

The second one was from my daddy, which read, ‘Try to talk with your grandfather more. He has been off lately.’ I didn’t respond. I wouldn’t know what to say.

The third message was from a random number. This read, ‘Just relax. Everything will be fine. Stay with Zach or Lacey and the awkwardness should pass.' I knew who was on the other end of the message. But I never added his number to my phone. I replied back, 'I know, I’m trying to '

I opened clicked the final message. It was from Lauren, ‘How’s the family?’ I replied, ‘ehh pretty much the same. How about yours?’

I looked up from my phone, and noticed my grandpa had sat back down along with Lacey, who was now sitting across from our grandpa. I put my phone back into my pocket.

My grandpa slowly spoke, “So, Lacey, how’s the boyfriend?”

I was stunned. “You never told me you had a boyfriend!” I said.

She blushed over her tanned cheeks, “It was like a two week thing. We decided to stay good friends.”

Suddenly, my brother snuck up behind her, slamming his hands down on her shoulders. She jumped.
“That’s because you’re too cute, he couldn’t handle it.” Zach said, as he began to massage her shoulders, neck and back. Her tiny laughs turned to slight moans as he rubbed her.

“That feels really good.” she said softly. I could see the muscles in his arms flex as he pleased her. I never thought I would ever say this, but in that moment, I wanted to be her. I needed to be her.

I broke from my emotions as I heard my grandma call, “Bruce!”

“Yes?” my grandpa said softly.

“Will you go down to the basement and grab the extra corn from the freezer?” she said.

“Yes, I can do that.” my grandpa said as he was trying to get up from his chair.

I jumped out of my chair, “I’ll do it grandpa!” I needed the excuse to leave the room. I couldn’t watch Zach and Lacey anymore. I paced through the room, rushing down both stairways to the door to the basement. I grabbed the knob and twisted, pushing the door open. I flicked on the light switch. The basement was unfinished; there were wooden beams and pink insulation that made up the walls. Mountains of cardboard boxes covered almost all of the space, but I noticed a small path leading to a white freezer. I walked over to it and opened it. It was like a giant ice chunk inside. I couldn’t see anything. So I just dug my hand into the ice. Intense cold penetrated my skin, and I pulled my hand out.

Suddenly I heard, “You know…” as warmth slid across my sides, locking around my tummy. My back pounded against what felt like granite, as someone kissed my cheek. I glanced to my right, and saw the side of my brother’s face those blue eyes beaming at the open freezer.

“…you take forever to get one simple thing.” he continued.

I giggled, “How are you so quiet?”

“Years of practice.” he said softly. He turned me around, I was now facing him. He placed his hands on my lower back and kissed me. I placed my hands on his neck and chin, kissing back. Our tummy’s were touching, my breasts pushed into his chest, as I reached from my tippy-toes.

I slowly felt one of his hands slide to my tummy, and down to the waistline of my jeans. He slowly slid his fingers deep into my jeans. I could feel my body begin to ache for him to touch my vagina. But I pulled his hand out of my pants, releasing myself from his kiss.

"Not here!" I said.

"Fine, we'll play it your way." he said, smiling at me. I kissed him again.

After a moment, I paused, releasing my lips from his. I kept my eyes closed as I breathed deeply, and when I opened them, my brother was looking back at me. With that sexy smile that can make a girl’s knees tremble. Images of Lacey and Hailey holding him raced through my mind.

“You love me right?” I asked softly.

“Yes, I love you.” he said.

I took a deep breath, as Lacey’s necklace shined in my memory “More than any other girl?”

“More than any other girl.” he said.

I paused for a second, “Even Lexi?”

He smiled, “Even Lexi.”

My tummy filled with butterflies. I could feel my heart beat faster as the words sank into my skin. I could feel my nerves tense up with bliss and security.

“I love you Zach, so much…you’re everything to me.” I whispered slowly.

He smiled at me again, “I love you too.” He paused, his smile faded and his eyes looked away from me. “It’s nice to hear that for once.” he whispered. As much as I admired him saying that, I wished he had said something similar back to me. I want to be his everything, his all. I want to be the one who he comes to when he has issues. I want him to contract jealousy when he sees me with another guy. I placed my hands on his chest, falling back down to my feet.

“We should probably grab the food and get back upstairs.” he said softly.

“Yeah…can you get it for me?” I asked.

He smiled, “Sure.” I moved out of his way, and he stepped up to the freezer. He observed the inside for a moment.

“There it is.” he said, just before shoving his arm into the freezer, and not a moment later, pulling it back out with a bag of corn in hand. He looked at me, tossing the bag to me.

I caught it, icy air made my skin ache. I looked to Zach and he spoke, “I’ll give you credit.”

I smiled and rolled my eyes, before walking back to the doorway that was halfway across the room. I heard him shut the freezer, but that was it, nothing after that. I didn’t know if he was following me, or waiting or what? Not a moment later, I felt a pinch at my butt. I jumped, spinning my body around. Zach stood directly behind me, giving me a sexy smile.

“Not here!” I whispered.

“Oh really?” he said, still smiling as he tackled me to the ground. The food slipped out of my hand, I fell lightly, resting my back and my head on the ground. My legs were spread open, as his pelvis was in between them. My head was between his strong arms. I gazed at him, his head directly underneath the light bulb on the ceiling. His face was dark, but I could see his wonderful blue eyes, glowing at me. I bit my lower lip in anticipation of a kiss, watching his face slowly come down to me. He kissed me, but not on the lips. It was on my nose. Just a slight peck, but still it gave me jitters.

I smiled as he looked into my eyes. “You stop being so cute!” I teasingly demanded.

He laughed slightly, “I can’t. The most beautiful woman, on the planet, is my sister. And I can’t take my eyes off of her.”

I blushed. I didn’t know what to say. My heart was skipping so many beats I thought I would die.

“Let’s go.” he said, smiling at me. He stood up on his feet, reaching his hand out to help me up. I took it, and with all of his strength, he pulled me up into the air, landing on my feet against his chest.

“I wanted to get up, not fly!” I said teasingly.

“I’m already flying when I’m around you.” he said.

I blushed again and slapped his chest teasingly, “Stop it!” I left the warmth of his chest, grabbing the bag of corn from the floor and walking through the door and up the stairs. My brother followed.

“Is that why all the girls just adore you?” I asked, as we climbed the next stairway.

He took a deep breath, “Probably.”

I reached the last step and walked to my grandma in the kitchen. I held out the bag to her.

“Here you go!” I said.

“Oh sweetie, I don’t need that anymore. I should have called to you. But its ok, I’ll put it in the freezer up here.” she said, taking the bag of corn from my hand. I didn’t really care about doing that for nothing, I got a little alone time with Zach. I noticed Zach had sat down at the dinner table near our grandpa. My daddy was standing next to where my grandpa was sitting, and from the kitchen I listened to what they were saying.

“So, Zach, how’s school going for you?” my grandpa asked softly and slowly.

“It’s decent.” Zach said softly.

My dad cut into the conversation, “Don’t lie. Tell him what happened.”

“I had to drop my math course because I was failing too many quizzes.” Zach said.

“Well, you need to get those grades up.” Grandpa said.

“Yeah, I know. I hear it every day.” Zach said, getting up from the table. I watched as he walked to the long hallway and went into the bathroom which was the first door on the right. I felt bad for him. Not even on a holiday did the criticism against him cease. I walked to the bathroom, the wooden door was shut. I waited for a few moments, and the door opened. Zach walked out and looked at me. “What are you doing?” he asked.

“I just wanted to see if you were ok?” I asked.

He smiled, “I am. You’re here, it couldn’t get better.”

I could feel myself blushing again. I smiled, just before we walked back into the large main room.

“Zach!” I heard my dad yell, as I saw car keys fly toward Zach. He caught them with one hand. My dad spoke again, “Take my car and go to the store to buy some bread. The loaf we have has mold on it.”

“Sure.” Zach said, as he turned left, walking down the stairs.

I had the urge to go with Zach to the store, but I saw Lacey flag me down. She was still sitting at the glass table, along with her mom, my daddy and grandpa. I walked back to the table, sitting back down next to my aunt. Everyone at the table was staring at me. Fright flew over me, as images of my nightmares from when I was four years old began to overwhelm me.

“So tell us.” my aunt said.

My eyes widened, “Tell you what?”

Lacey spoke, “Who’s you’re boyfriend?”

“I’m not dating anyone.” I said softly.

Lacey nearly jumped out of her chair, “How are you not dating anyone?!!! You’re gorgeous!”

“I don’t know…I just choose not to, I guess?” I said.

My aunt laughed, “Good! You don’t need a man to keep you up!”

I laughed. “That’s for sure! I’m a strong woman!” I growled, throwing up my arms and curling them, flexing my non-existent biceps. Although that was a complete lie, because when I looked into my brother’s eyes, I trembled and my world began to revolve around him.

“Well, I need a beer.” my aunt said, getting up from the table.

Hailey shouted from the couch, “Get me one too!”

I really hated Hailey. She was that kind of drunk slut that had sex with every guy at a party, and I didn’t agree with that. I glanced over at her, her body in a perfect and attractive shape her breasts pushing out of her sweatshirt, nearly exposing them.

“You want one, Scott?” my aunt called to my daddy.

My dad called back, “I’m fine, thanks!”

Zach shot up from the stairs, carrying a loaf of bread wrapped in a bag. “Here you are.” he said as he passed the bread to grandma.

“Thank you, sweetie.” she said.

My daddy stood up from the table, moving more chairs around the table for everyone to sit. My grandma moved food from the kitchen to the table, placing it all in a neat and organized fashion. The air filled with the smell of roast turkey, and my tummy began to rumble in hunger.

My grandma shouted, “Everyone to the dinner table!”

Everyone sat down at the table, except for Zach. He went into the kitchen.

“Ok, now, what is everyone thankful for?” my grandma said, smiling, shooting a glance at everyone around the table. “Bruce, why don’t you go first?” she said.

Grandpa was looking down as usual. “Huh?” he paused, but only for a moment, “I’m…thankful you all came today.”

“I’ll go next…” my grandma said, “I’m thankful for our wonderful Lord, who blessed me with this wonderful family. I’m thankful for everything I have been given in my life.”

“Me next!” my aunt burst out. “I’m thankful for this great family, my wonderful children. And I am thankful for my husband, for everything he has provided for us, even after his death, may he rest in peace.” Her husband was my daddy’s younger brother, and the father of Lacey and Hailey. He died a few weeks before Lacey was born, due to a bad heart. I had met him, but I was only 1 year old, so I didn’t remember him at all.

My grandma looked to my daddy, “Scott? Do you have something you’d like to say?” My brother walked back into room, but he didn’t sit down. He stood behind Lacey, holding a glass of water.

“Yes.” my daddy said. “I am thankful for a stable job. I am thankful for an able son. I am thankful for a devoted daughter. I’m thankful for my beautiful girlfriend. And lastly, I am thankful for my bitch of an ex-wife to be out of my life!” All of the family laughed. But I didn’t. I knew that she was also trash-talking my daddy and my brother over with her side of the family…but I didn’t want to be like them. I didn’t even want her brought up with Zach around.

“I’d like to say a few words, if you don’t mind.” my brother said softly. His head was down, looking at the glass of water he was holding his bronze hair shining in the golden light of the chandelier above the table.

“Sure! Go right ahead, Zach!” my grandma said.

He didn’t speak for a moment, but slowly his words came out. “I’m thankful…for the life I’ve been given. I’m thankful to be living in the United States. I’m thankful for a father who provides a bed for me to sleep on and a meal in my stomach every day. I’m thankful for all of those around me right now. I’m thankful for a gorgeous girlfriend.” He paused for a moment, looking up and locking his oceanic blue eyes with mine. He didn’t blink as he spoke, “And finally, I’m thankful for my beautiful sister. Without her…I don’t know where I’d be.”

A huge grin grew on my face. I wanted to cry. I felt the tears begin to form in my eyes. Those were the words I had been dying to hear from him. Bliss lifted my soul; I felt I could float away at any moment.

I stood up from my seat. “I’m thankful for my brother. Who has guided me and protected me throughout my entire life. Without him, I wouldn’t be the person I am today.” I said my eyes still linked with his. He gave me that sexy smile, which hinted the secret we both keep. The secret love and lust we share for each other.

“Well…isn’t that sweet? Can we cut into the turkey now?” my aunt said.

My grandma laughed slightly, “Sure, Bruce would you like to do the honors?”

I sat back down, and Zach took a seat next to me. I could feel the warmth from his body, like a relaxing fire, only better.
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Posted 10 Mar 2013 20:27
Loved it, will have to read some more of yours.
Posted 31 Dec 2012 22:46
Wow! I don't know what took me so long to get around to reading this, but I am super glad that I finally did! Very well written, with feeling and emotion - very hard to capture in family dealings. Very Nice!
Posted 27 Dec 2012 13:28
good story
Posted 24 Dec 2012 21:10
You are incredibly talented - it belies your age
Posted 26 Nov 2012 17:21
You are a very good writer. My lover frogprince likes your style. He told me that you do good work. I liked your story, so full of emotion and passion. We want part 2. You have big following. Please keep writing.
Posted 26 Nov 2012 12:29
Well I cant wait for part 2!!
Posted 25 Nov 2012 14:02
pretty hot. the anticipation is a killer. i may even read it again tomorrow. i gave it a 5
Posted 25 Nov 2012 01:08
ooh dam, you are going to have to be careful with your PDAs there lydia! Good stuff,ty Slicky
Posted 24 Nov 2012 14:44
You're a damn fine writer. This is good stuff. I really look forward to reading more of your stories. Don't stop writing! :-)
Posted 24 Nov 2012 11:49
i must be the only one who doesn't get it
why hasn't she been back for 2 years,why/who does she feel awkwardness to or for ?

i hope it all get explained in future chapters
Posted 24 Nov 2012 09:23
I didn't think a story could be more moving than the ones you had published up to this one. Ohhhh yes it can. I think my favorite character here was the grandfather, doing all he can to stay in this world a while longer and get to know his grandchildren. The poor man hurt Zach without knowing it, just saying a simple statement that must have come automatically. My heart went out to both of them. I was shocked and saddened by how Hailey, and to a lesser extent Lacey, came across. I was especially worried when you mentioned the dreams of you as a four-year-old. If Zach hadn't hugged you, I would have. You love him because he is the only one who fully understands you, as a woman and as his closest relative and friend. For the first time, I am starting to understand you. Please believe this: people truly care for you and for Zach and the people around you who are your friends. They recognize you for who you truly are, an extraordinary woman. I hope to write you a poem someday.

Posted 24 Nov 2012 07:26
Lovely story...sensual and erotic...and a great read...such talent...5
Posted 24 Nov 2012 00:40
you have a great talent,not sure where you get these story ideas from but keep up the good work gave it a 5
Posted 24 Nov 2012 00:31
A story with minutest details. Enjoyable as well as great descrption. More of a novel style. 5
Posted 23 Nov 2012 22:59
such a beautiful story. look forward to more. I encourage you to keep up the good work! Brava!

Posted 23 Nov 2012 22:52
Well written and sexy. . .nice!
Posted 23 Nov 2012 22:43
You have scored again. I am so happy for you. You are such a lucky young lady. This was such a wonderful story. Your emotions are there along with your passion. Your being thankful for each other highlights your relationship. I loved the whole thing. Now we need part two. My little minx.

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