Chris stood outside the bedroom for a minute before he decided to knock on the door. He was greeted with a shriek from his stepsister inside.
“Is Brandon here already? I’m not ready!” Tory panicked as she scrambled to finish up her makeup.
Chris cracked open the door a little bit before stepping in, “Calm down! It’s just me,” he said then entered the cluttered room of his seventeen-year-old stepsister. Tory was sitting at her desk with a whole beauty store worth of makeup laid out in front of her.
“Fuck! Chris, you freaked me out!” Tory said as she turned back to her mirror and applied more mascara.
“Is this what you’re wearing to prom?” he asked pointing to her dress that laid across her unmade bed.
“Yes! Isn’t it hot!” Tory stated in reference to the short body-hugging red sequin dress.
“And your mom is okay with you wearing this out?” he asked with a raised eyebrow.
“Um, yeah, obviously,” Tory said with a sigh. “What’s wrong with it?”
“Kind of slutty,” Chris said.
Tory turned to him and threw the first thing she could pick up at him. Turned out a cotton puff didn't have much of an impact, she added, “Fuck you!”
Chris just smiled. He liked getting Tory all riled up. It has been one of his favorite hobbies since he first met her in grade school, years ago. He remembered the numerous times he sat behind her in class. He always playfully poked her or pulled her long braids until she would turn around and yell at him, getting them both in trouble. In his mind at that time, any attention from Tory Woods was good attention. It wasn’t until high school when his hormones were in constant overdrive that he realized that he was attracted to her. By then it was too late to ask her out, his divorced dad and her single mom had started dating and later married making them step-siblings. Although Chris lived with his mother most of the time, he started visiting his dad and his new stepmom just to hang out with Tory.
“I wish,” he said as he plopped down on her bed.
Tory smiled, “You shouldn’t say that. You’re my brother.”
“Stepbrother and don’t you forget it,” he corrected her.
“Anyway,” Tory rolled her eyes. “What about your date? Annie? She’s cute. Heard she puts out, too. Maybe you’ll get a little head tonight,” Tory said then blotted her ruby red lipstick.
“Yeah, but I want you, Tory,” he said longingly.
Tory smiled. She’d known that Chris had a crush on her since freshman year. She remembered waiting patiently for months for him to get the balls to ask her out to the winter formal, but their parents got involved and everything changed. Tory had told him that he lost his chance of hooking up with her. Recently, as she thought about this being their last year in high school together she couldn’t deny that she still had feelings for him, too. Soon, he would be going off to college in New York while she was staying at home with their parents going to the in-state university. When she thought about how they would grow apart while in college, she realized that she would actually really miss him.
"Get off my dress! You're going to wrinkle it!" she yelled at him.
Chris jumped off the bed just as Tory's mom came into the room unannounced. "Tory, honey, need some help with your hair?" she said, then turned to Chris, "Shouldn't you be getting dressed, too? You have to go pick up your date."
*****
The hotel ballroom was elegantly decorated with a disco ball, balloons, and streamers in the school colors of green and gold. A large banner was strung across the entrance welcoming the high schoolers to the Class of 2018 Glenlake High School Senior Prom. Tory arrived in a rented limo with her boyfriend, Brandon, along with some friends that they picked up along the way. Chris and his date, Annie, arrived in his own car.
Tory enjoyed showing off her dress to her friends and classmates. She stood out among the other girls with floor length poofy tulle and satin dresses. She liked her dress. It was more of her personality, fiery red, sparkly, and if she had to confess, kind of slutty.
She noticed Chris staring at her from across the room. She had to admit he looked good in his black tuxedo. His deep blue eyes and dimpled chin were in contrast to his dark hair. He also wore a peach-colored boutonniere on the lapel of his jacket to match Annie’s peach dress, or as a reminder that he was taken, as Tory liked to think of it.
Chris Williams was one of the hottest guys in their school and he knew it. Something about his quiet brooding attitude and good looks made him quite the heartthrob and heartbreaker as he pined away for the only girl he couldn't really have. Tory thought that maybe she could change that tonight.
“Where’s your boyfriend?” Chris asked when Tory walked over to him with a playful smile on her face.
“Somewhere with his boys getting drunk or stoned,” Tory said, “Where’s your girlfriend?”
“Who? Annie? She’s not my girlfriend, you know that,” he said.
Tory just shrugged and added, “So, where is she?”
“I think she went to the bathroom or something.”
“So, you wanna dance or what?” she grabbed his hand and before he had a chance to respond she had him out on the middle of the crowded dance floor.
The music was a fast-paced hip-hop song that had Tory popping her ass to the beat. Chris danced next to her, unable to keep his eyes off of her even if he had to keep his hands off.
“Come on! Get it!” Tory said as she backed her ass up to Chris, then laughed.
Chris leaned into her and whispered, “What are you trying to do?”
“I’m just having fun, Chris. Lighten up!” Tory giggled as her red sequined dress rode up her thighs as she danced to the music.
The dance floor was packed with everyone dancing and having a great time. Chris doubted that anyone would notice if he took a risk. He placed his hand on her hips and pulled her closer to him. He held her ass against him as he grinded to the music. Over the years, he had watched as she developed into a curvy vixen and it was quite the stuff of his midnight fantasies. He’d be lying if he said he didn’t jerk off regularly to the thought of her thick chocolate round ass. Now, as he watched her round ass bouncing against him, he tried his best to keep his cool.
“See, I know you got moves,” Tory teased him.
Chris slid his hands up to her waist and held her tighter against him. He was getting aroused and didn’t want the dance to end just yet. He knew Tory felt his hard-on as she continued to rub her ass against him. When the song ended, a slower pace song came on and Chris pulled away from Tory. He didn't want to be caught slow dancing with his stepsister as the dance floor cleared away.
Tory laughed, “So, you're just going to walk around like that for the rest of the night, huh?”
“Yeah, unless you want to do something about it.”
“Didn’t your dad give you his credit card for the night?” she asked.
“Yeah, so?”
“What do you think about getting a hotel room?” she said as a mischievous smile spread across her face and Chris knew he was done in.
*****
Once they were inside the hotel room, Chris went to sit on the bed as Tory walked over to the mini-bar and picked up a menu.
“We should order room service,” she said as she looked over the offerings.
“My dad will kill me when he gets the bill,” Chris warned her.
“You used to like getting in trouble with me," Tory reminded him. "Besides, he won’t care that much. He’ll probably get mad, but then my mom will calm him down. Maybe give him a handjob, too.”
“Gross!” Chris grimaced.
“What? You don’t think our parents fuck?” she said as she picked up the phone and ordered chicken fingers, fries, and a Coke.
“Order me a burger, okay?” Chris said as he walked up behind her. He wrapped his arms around her waist and kissed her slender brown neck.
Tory playfully pushed him away as she added his request to the order.
After she hung up the phone, he spun her around in his arms and placed his lips against hers. It was the first time he’d ever kissed her and he realized he didn’t want to stop. He took her lips between his as he hungrily sucked on them.
Tory gave in, draping an arm around his neck as she kissed him back. She deepened the kiss, pushing her tongue between his lips until she met his tongue and swirled together. They kissed for a while before she suddenly pulled away and stepped away from him.
“Tory,” Chris called for her. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing, um, I just, I have to go to the bathroom,” she said as she went into the hotel bathroom closing the door behind her. She leaned against the door as she caught her breath. She didn’t realize how turned on she would get with kissing Chris. She thought it would feel weird kissing her brother, or stepbrother, as Chris so often reminded her. He was a great kisser, better than Brandon. She smiled as she wondered what else he was better at than Brandon.