Welcome Home, Drake
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				Title: <strong>Welcome Home, Drake</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LandofromTexas</strong> on <strong>16-02-2011, 20:36:06</strong>
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				The cab pulled up before the two story suburban house in a quiet neighborhood.&nbsp; Drake felt Paulo clap him on the back as he looked over from the street-side seat.&nbsp; "Your folks liven the good life, pal!&nbsp; It's a nice looking place."&nbsp; Drake gave him a half-hearted grin as he paid the taxi driver and got out, stretching his muscles from the long ride from the airport.&nbsp; <br><br>He stared at the house for a moment, full of memories, some good, some less so.&nbsp; His dad wanted him to go to college, to his alma mater.&nbsp; But Drake wasn't interested in the small Christian school only two hours from home.&nbsp; He wanted to get away, to travel, to see the world.&nbsp; Dad had insisted, saying he wouldn't pay Drake's way for anywhere else.&nbsp; And Drake had left, saying he'd pay his own way.&nbsp; The first year was rough, odd jobs, slowly putting together a stake.&nbsp; Then he'd joined his first roughneck crew, and showed a ready aptitude for the various skills in oil drilling.&nbsp; In the last three years, he and his crew had worked in the Gulf, in Bahrain, in Siberia, Ireland...&nbsp; They'd been sent to drill anywhere there was oil to find, and he was good at it.&nbsp; He'd earned the respect of his mates and accrued a good bit of savings.&nbsp; Now he was back, to tell his Dad he was ready to go to school, get an Engineering degree, and had been accepted at Texas Tech.<br><br>It was a meeting he wasn't entirely looking forward to.&nbsp; Paulo knew it and had insisted in coming along.&nbsp; His folks would have to be polite with a stranger in the house.&nbsp; He and Paulo had met in a drill north of Rio, and Paulo had shown Drake a number of hot spots.&nbsp; They'd become good friends, and he and Paulo had stuck together through several assignments.&nbsp; They were a good match; Paulo was lanky and always joking around, Drake more muscular and more serious on the job, keeping everyone focused.<br><br>Paulo hefted his duffel bag over his shoulder and clapped Drake on the back, taking him out of his reverie.&nbsp; "Face the music, bro.&nbsp; Let's do it," he smiled.&nbsp; Drake picked up his bag and the two moved up the sloped terrace to the front door.&nbsp; Drake hesitated, than knocked on the door.&nbsp; After a good minute there was still no answer.&nbsp; Drake cocked an eye at his companion.&nbsp; "Maybe nobody home?" he suggested, almost hopefully.&nbsp; "Maybe I should have told them we were coming."<br><br>"Nice looking car in the driveway," Paulo pointed out, gesturing at the Mustang convertible parked in front of the garage.&nbsp; Drake's folks didn't have that car four years ago, he thought.&nbsp; Dad drove a conservative sedan, and Mom had a Caravan for moving the kids around to their school and other activities.&nbsp; Drake fished out his keyring, going to a faded metal key he hadn't used since he left.&nbsp; For all he knew, Dad might have changed the locks.<br><br>But he hadn't, and Drake opened the door and ushered both of them inside.&nbsp; Like stepping back in time, he thought, the hallway and Mom's carefully decorated home virtually unchanged.&nbsp; "Anybody home?" he called out, getting no answer.&nbsp; "Guess they're out for now," he shrugged to Paulo.&nbsp; "Come on, I'll take us up to my room so we can drop our stuff."&nbsp; They had a guest bedroom, too, but he wanted to check with the folks before he put Paulo in there.&nbsp; They went upstairs and started down the hall.&nbsp; Drake's room was at the end, but as they passed what used to be his sister's room, Paulo paused and cocked his head.<br><br>"You hear that?" he asked, and pushed open the door a bit.&nbsp; On the other side of the bed, a young woman was seated in front of a computer screen, her back to them, wearing ear plugs and writhing to some music that was loud enough that Paulo had caught a bit of it.&nbsp; Paulo grinned and knocked louder on the door.&nbsp; "Hello there!" he said with a wide grin.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome Home, Drake</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pollydactle</strong> on <strong>16-02-2011, 21:09:10</strong>
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				Kayla had the house to herself, and it was great already. Her parents had left only three or four days previous, but already she had taken advantage. When she wanted to she blasted her music as opposed to just listening with her head phones, she watched what ever she wanted to on the television, ate what ever she wanted, and had had friends over a few times already; boys to be more specific. Before she had to sneak boys in or sneak out herself, but now they could just come and go as they pleased.<br><br>Of course, Kayla wasn't expecting any guests at the moment. Her friends were off on their own vacations right about now, people were getting busy. She would have some over occasionally still, but not as often for a little while. Since she wasn't expecting anyone she was dressed casually; her long, wavy dark brown hair was somewhat messy and kept out of her face by a simple white hair band. She was in her pajamas still, which consisted of a black tank top and her panties. It had been warm the night before and so she had opted out of wearing any pajama pants. There was a bit of make-up on her face, but it wasn't something that she had put on that morning but rather some that hadn't come off from the night before. Despite all of this, though, she still was a pretty young woman. Kayla had once been an awkward looking girl, too tall with bad teeth and the flattest chest of all the girls in her grade. Something had changed in the past four years, though. She had left that awkward stage behind; going from ugly duckling to beautiful swan. Braces had corrected her teeth into a perfect smile, her height now was average and fit her body well; particularly her long, sleek legs. Her breasts had finally developed, too, and now caught the attention of many guys that she had gone to school with. She got tons of attention from boys now, actually, and she took full advantage of it. Her looks had changed and she was all too aware of it, turning into what some might call the school slut. She didn't think of it that way, though. She just knew how to have a good time, all of the other girls were just jealous because they knew that guys would rather have her then them.<br><br>Kayla was engrossed in her music, looking around on the internet, seeing if she found anything interesting; which of course she didn't really. She didn't at first hear the knock on her door, or she thought that it was something in her music maybe, but she heard the voice. She looked confused for a moment as she took out her head phones, turning around to look at the door. She saw Paulo standing there, someone that she didn't recognize, and wondered for a moment if she was being robbed or something. <br><br>"Ummm.... hello?" she said, wondering if she should be afraid or something. She didn't, though, and figured that there was some reasonable explanation for why there was some strange man in her house. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome Home, Drake</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LandofromTexas</strong> on <strong>16-02-2011, 21:39:27</strong>
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				The strange man was looking her up and down, a slight leer appearing at the corners of his lips.&nbsp; This trip is looking up, he thought.&nbsp; He had expected uptight, angry parents, and instead here was this half-dressed very sexy young woman.<br><br>Before he could add anything, Drake slipped back behind him and peered in over Paulo's shoulder.&nbsp; "Uh, Kayla?" he said a little hesitantly, then he really looked at her.&nbsp; Like his friend before him, Drake's eyes traveled down and up her body, reacting first as a man, and then in recognition.&nbsp; "KAYLA??" he said again, his mouth slightly agape in surprise.&nbsp; Yeah, she would be older too, he realized, but nothing had prepared his mind for the change the years had brought.&nbsp; "Hey, sis," he finally added, his eyes still a bit wide, "looks like somebody's grown up!"<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Pollydactle</strong> on <strong>16-02-2011, 21:45:20</strong>
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				Kayla certainly saw how the man was looking at her, and she wasn't sure if she liked it or not..... Oh, who was she kidding, of course she did! She was about to ask the man what the hell he was doing there when she saw someone else walk to the door, someone who didn't look quite as unfamiliar as the other man, though she couldn't quite place it.<br><br>It had been awhile, but it took only a moment to realize who it was. "Drake?!" she said, her face full of surprise. She then jumped up and ran over to him, hugging him tightly. "Drake, what the hell are you doing home?" she asked while hugging him, hardly able to believe that her brother was there. She hadn't seen him in what felt like forever. One of the first things she realized was how muscular he was now; surely he hadn't been this in shape when he left, but it had been a long time ago so it was no surprise she couldn't exactly remember.
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				Post by: <strong>LandofromTexas</strong> on <strong>16-02-2011, 22:28:41</strong>
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				"Hey, how are you, Pole!" he greeted her, his arms open to receive her hug and return it in kind.&nbsp; Man, I missed my little beanpole, he thought, although that phase, and nickname, appeared to be long gone.&nbsp; His arms clasped around her back, and one drifted down until it reached the hem of her panties, when he swiftly slid it back up.&nbsp; He let her down, pulling back and smiling down to her.&nbsp; He laughed shortly at her question.&nbsp; "Well, I figured it was about time, wouldn't you?&nbsp; We just finished a gig in Mexico, and I figured it was time to catch up and clear the air."<br><br>They heard a polite "ahem", and Drake rolled his eyes and turned toward his guest.&nbsp; "Kayla, this is a buddy of mine, Paulo DiLera.&nbsp; He and I have been working together for a good two years now, and he insisted in coming along to see what kind of misfit family I sprang from.&nbsp; Paulo, this is my sister Kayla.&nbsp; I'm guessing nobody calls you 'beanpole' anymore, right sis?"&nbsp; Paulo smiled and reached for one of Kayla's hands, bowing as he brought it up to his lips for a light kiss.<br><br>"It is my honor to meet you, signorina," he said with a slight waggle of his eyebrows.<br><br>"Don't let him fool you, sis.&nbsp; Paulo hasn't been in Corsica since he was three.&nbsp; He grew up in New Jersey."&nbsp; Drake took a quick look back into the hallway.&nbsp; "So, where are the folks anyway?&nbsp; I'd just as soon get the dreaded moment over with..."<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Pollydactle</strong> on <strong>16-02-2011, 22:59:40</strong>
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				"Damn right it's about time, it was about time years ago" she said, putting her hands on her hips for a moment as if angry, but she couldn't pretend to be angry for too long when in reality she was thrilled to see him. It was odd seeing his reaction to seeing her, too. She noted the surprise and she knew why; she certainly wasn't beanpole anymore. <br><br>"No, no more beanpole" she said with a smile, looking over at Paulo. She smiled as he kissed her hand "Well, how charming" she said, not caring that he was in reality from New Jersey rather then a true foreigner. "It's very nice to meet you" she said, looking him up and down. Not bad... He was plenty handsome in her opinion, perhaps she should get better 'acquainted' with him later? Yes, definitely. <br><br>Drake brought her attention back to him and she looked his way once again. "Oh, well.... they actually just left to go on some trip to to Europe for a month or so. Seriously, they left only a few days ago" she said, figuring this was probably a bit of a lucky break for him. Her dad wasn't thrilled with his decisions over the past few years.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome Home, Drake</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LandofromTexas</strong> on <strong>17-02-2011, 18:09:49</strong>
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				Drake's face fell into disappointment as he heard the news about his parents' absence.&nbsp; "What?&nbsp; For real?" he said, his forehead furling in frustration.&nbsp; No, he didn't really look forward to having a confrontation with his Dad after so long out of contact.&nbsp; On the other hand, he had really intended to try and clear the air and reestablish a relationship.&nbsp; And now that wasn't going to happen, at least not this trip.&nbsp; He sighed.&nbsp; "Son of a bitch," he said, more in resignation then in anger.<br><br>A moment later, he raised his face again, moving on.&nbsp; One thing he'd learned the last few years was to accept what could not be changed and cope with the hand that was dealt him.&nbsp; He shrugged to Paulo.&nbsp; "Guess that means you can have the guest room, buddy.&nbsp; There's no one here to object."&nbsp; He turned back to Kayla and added, "Right Kayla?&nbsp; Let's drop off our stuff, head downstairs and get comfortable and catch up.&nbsp; You can, uh, put something on," he finished with a sheepish but playful smile to his sister, still standing there in her undies.&nbsp; His look was lingering; the last four years, his relations with women had been formed in bars, dance clubs, and bordellos the world over, ending after one night stands.&nbsp; He was used to assessing them for their bodies and their willing enthusiasm.&nbsp; Kayla seemed to pass with high marks on those criteria.&nbsp; He wondered if she had a boyfriend.&nbsp; He was sure she had her pick.<br><br>He and Paulo headed down the hall.&nbsp; Drake paused at his bedroom door and pointed his friend to the door across the hallway.&nbsp; Uncertain what he'd find, he opened the door, and found his room a time capsule, just the way he'd left it four years ago.&nbsp; Well, not quite; Mom, the perfect housekeeper, had cleaned up some of his final mess.&nbsp; The bed perfectly made, the room dusted and clean and smelling fresh.&nbsp; Even his heavy metal and comic book posters still lined the walls, despite Dad's constant disapproval of them while Drake had been here.&nbsp; Drake plunked down his bag on the end of the bed and considered unpacking, but he just wanted to unwind, so he stepped back out into the hall, meeting a smiling Paulo who was already leaving his room.<br><br>"It's a nice room," Paulo greeted his friend.&nbsp; "Comfortable bed.&nbsp; Let's get a beer."<br><br>Drake had to laugh.&nbsp; "We can look, but good luck finding one.&nbsp; Dad is a very strict anti-booze type.&nbsp; He was one of the leaders fighting the liquor ordinance ballot measures for years, and was in mourning for months after they finally passed.&nbsp; I'll go out later and pick us up some."&nbsp; One more thing he wouldn't have to hassle with Dad over, he thought.<br><br>Downstairs, Paulo took a seat in the living room on the couch, stretching out his long legs and looking around at the furnishings and decor.&nbsp; Mom's touch was everywhere, from the modest small landscapes to the hand-sewn pithy cliches of heart, home, family, and the Lord on the walls.&nbsp; Drake went into the kitchen and opened up the refrigerator, expecting to find cold water and sodas, but to his surprise, there was a half-empty twelve pack of cold beer on one of the shelves.&nbsp; He grabbed a couple and returned to the living room, tossing a can to Paulo and taking a seat in the easy chair.&nbsp; "Surprise!" he grinned as the two of them popped their cans open.<br><br>He caught sight of Kayla coming down the stairs.&nbsp; "So, the folks really trusted you by yourself while they're off overseas?" he greeted her.&nbsp; "You must be quite the mature young lady."<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome Home, Drake</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pollydactle</strong> on <strong>18-02-2011, 01:24:23</strong>
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				Kayla laughed and shut her door as they left, walking over to her dresser to grab some clothes to change into. She might as well change out of her pajamas too, the only reason she hadn't before was because she lacked motivation, though they had given her some of that bad. She grabbed a pair of jean shorts and put on a black shirt with a deep v-neck and spaghetti straps, it had a few designs on it as well. Really what it did was show off plenty of cleavage yet still looked decent enough. She fixed her hair, too; brushing it out and pulling it back into a messy bun. She touched up her make-up a bit, put on some extra eye liner and some lip gloss. Just fixing herself up a bit.<br><br>When she was finished she headed downstairs, seeing them in the living room with some beers (beers that she had made sure to get after her parents left). "Well, yes, I am very mature" she said with a smile, walking over to a couch and flopping down. "Just so you know, I am a perfect in every single way, so of course they let me stay home by myself" she said with a grin. Really, her parents just couldn't figure anything out so they just had to trust her; whether they actually did or not was a different story.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome Home, Drake</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LandofromTexas</strong> on <strong>18-02-2011, 14:28:19</strong>
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				The two young men had to laugh at her lightly sarcastic comments.&nbsp; Drake still figured there was more to the story of how the folks left her alone, but didn't push it.&nbsp; He raised his beer in a mock toast and as an illustration.&nbsp; "Been a few other changes around here," he commented, tapping the can.&nbsp; And a major change was the way his formerly geeky young sister now looked.&nbsp; He couldn't get over how hot she was in her rather exposed top.&nbsp; He saw no bra, and, as a man, admired the body she was showing off.&nbsp; Looks like I'm not the only sibling to show some rebellion in this family.<br><br>Paulo was certainly checking her out.&nbsp; He turned towards her from his seat on the other end of the couch, giving her an intense visual scan, a saucy smile over his face.&nbsp; "My friend, you never told me you had such an attractive and vivacious sister," he smiled.&nbsp; "If I had known, I would have encouraged you to bring me for a visit before this."<br><br>"It's a surprise to me, too," Drake admitted.&nbsp; "You must have the boys panting all over you," he smiled to Kayla.&nbsp; There was a light aroma of flirtation in the room, which even he seemed affected by.<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Pollydactle</strong> on <strong>19-02-2011, 05:05:51</strong>
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				She decided to leave out the bit about how the beer was her doing, just nodding her head a bit in response. "It's been a long time" she said, which was true enough. There had been plenty of changes since he had last been home, though the feeling about alcohol wasn't one of them. Of course, she was probably the biggest change. Her parents were pretty stagnant, but high school had certainly made her a different person, for many reasons. He was probably already figuring that out, though.<br><br>Kayla was enjoying the looks he was receiving from the two of them, even her brother. They obviously were attracted to her, not that it was a surprise. Kayla was used to having the attention of guys. She smiled at Paulo, finding him charming. "I have my fair share of admirers" she said in response to her brother. She wondered what he would say were he to know about her reputation, though she was sure he would find out soon enough, considering her interest in the friend he had brought home. <br><br>"What about you two? You must have girlfriends or something."
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				Post by: <strong>LandofromTexas</strong> on <strong>21-02-2011, 16:02:21</strong>
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				Drake was in the middle of a sip of beer, so he had no chance to interrupt Paulo's short laugh and enthusiastic reply.&nbsp; "Ah, Kayla, your brother and I, we have left behind many a broken heart throughout the world!&nbsp; The women we have loved, and been loved in return, but, alas, we are wandering souls.&nbsp; Never long enough in one place for pleasure and passion to become enduring romance."<br><br>Drake shook his head with an indulgent smile.&nbsp; "He means we date a lot with the local hotties, and then move on," he chuckled.&nbsp; "Nothing permanent."&nbsp; From the look on his sister's face, that life seemed to echo with her.&nbsp; If she was anything like him, she would have wanted to break away from their parents' strict upbringing at the first option.&nbsp; The way she and Paulo were already exchanging suggestive glances, he wondered if he should leave them alone.&nbsp; Part of him, the protective brother, wondered if he dared to.&nbsp; Oh, screw that, he chided himself.&nbsp; We're going to be here two and a half weeks.&nbsp; What will be, will be.<br><br>But he did have an errand to run.&nbsp; Tech was expecting his high school transcripts to complete his enrollment, so he had to get by the Admin building to sign for them and pick them up.&nbsp; He glanced at his watch and swallowed more of his beer before passing it over to Kayla.&nbsp; "Sis, is that your Mustang out front?&nbsp; I need to run an errand, so can I borrow it?&nbsp; Don't worry, just because I've been driving Land Rovers over the some of the worst terrain on three continents doesn't mean I won't follow the rules.&nbsp; Anything I can pick up while I'm out, besides more beer?"<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Pollydactle</strong> on <strong>21-02-2011, 16:31:40</strong>
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				Their life style seemed very similar to hers in that sense, then. Wouldn't their parents be proud! The thought made her smirk slightly, thinking of how her mother would probably faint if she knew about the actions of her two children. Of course, she didn't really need to ever know....<br><br>It was funny, she had only just been thinking about how she would manage to get away from her brother with Paulo when he spoke, making things easy for her. Run an errand? Great! "Yeah, you can drive it, though if you get even a tiny scratch on it I'll murder you!" she said, though she trusted him with it enough. He seemed responsible. <br><br>"I think that's it" she said with a smile, just wanting him to leave. She glanced over at Paulo, wondering if he was thinking about the same thing she was. If he wasn't then after her brother left she would just have to get him on the same page, which shouldn't take too long.
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				Post by: <strong>LandofromTexas</strong> on <strong>23-02-2011, 04:45:37</strong>
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				"Great, Kayla, thanks," Drake smiled.&nbsp; "Don't worry about your baby.&nbsp; I won't leave a smudge.&nbsp; How about you, Paulo?&nbsp; Want to see the sights this town has to offer?'<br><br>Paulo rolled his eyes and gave a short laugh.&nbsp; "The 'sights' of this middling town, my friend?"&nbsp; He shared a glance at Kayla, as if confirming with here that there were no better sights to see than he was already looking at.&nbsp; "Ah, no, Drake.&nbsp; I am here to relax and unwind, so I'll put my feet up and make myself at home."<br><br>Drake shrugged, admitting that, after their world travels, his home town didn't offer much of interest.&nbsp; "Yeah, I'll be joining you before too long.&nbsp; See you both in a while."&nbsp; A few minutes later, the Mustang roared out of the driveway.<br><br>Paulo took another sip of his beer and smiled to his hostess.&nbsp; "I hope your brother's departure didn't seem too abrupt, Kayla," he said.&nbsp; "We have just finished six weeks on a platform off the coast of Senegal.&nbsp; It was a bare bones operation, no luxuries or recreations to speak of.&nbsp; I think we are both a bit, shall we say, ready to let off some steam.&nbsp; Plus, he has been tense at the expectation of seeing his parents again, and now that that is not facing him, he may be feeling a little at loose ends."&nbsp; He shifted his shoulders as if relieving some tension, and took a last sip.&nbsp; "So, what does a healthy young woman recommend around here for new visitors?"&nbsp; He gave her a suggestive smile and playfully waggled his eyebrows.<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Pollydactle</strong> on <strong>27-02-2011, 06:29:10</strong>
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				Kayla waved good bye to him, not upset that he was leaving, what with the opening that it now gave her with Paulo. Some might think that it was a bit soon to be jumping on her brothers friend, the man had hardly even gotten in the door, but Kayla didn't really care. She didn't have a problem with it and she doubted that Paulo would, what with the many looks that they had shared so far.<br><br>She smiled at Paulo, waving her hand to show how little she cared. "That's fine, I don't mind at all" she told him, finishing off what was left of her brothers beer. "Well.... I don't know about everyone else, but I think that there really is only one thing worth doing around here" she said with a mischievous smile before standing up, stretching a bit and pushing her chest out as she did so. She let out a sigh and smiled "Well, want to go upstairs?" she asked him and turned towards the stairs without bothering to wait for a response. She was heading towards her brothers room, which was actually her favorite place to take guys to in the house actually. Partially because her parents never went in there so it was easiest, and then she thought it was funny. Why change her habits now just because he was back in town? 
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				Post by: <strong>LandofromTexas</strong> on <strong>01-03-2011, 00:23:53</strong>
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				Even as suggestive as the looks and double entendres had been so far from Drake's saucy sister, Paulo was a little surprised by the speed and blatancy with which she made her proposition.&nbsp; Pleasantly surprised, to be sure.&nbsp; She was putting herself on display, and what was displayed was well worth the look.&nbsp; She was already heading toward the stairs, and he moved out of the couch with speed to catch her before she'd taken a few steps up the risers.&nbsp; His hand hooked in the hem of her jeans, pulling her back, twisting her around, so that she practically fell into his arms.&nbsp; He smiled across at her, his face level as she stood one step higher than him.<br><br>His stare was suggestive, but also intent.&nbsp; "Listen to me, Kayla," he said.&nbsp; "Your brother is a close friend of mine.&nbsp; Without exaggeration, I can say his skills have saved my life, at least once, as well as helping us both pocket a nice chunk of change over the years.&nbsp; I wouldn't want to do something to hurt him.&nbsp; That said, I'm not one to pass up an enticing opportunity, and he well knows it."&nbsp; His hands shifted to clasp her ass and pull it against his groin, and the hardness growing there.&nbsp; "As do you," he added, his smile becoming playful again.&nbsp; "Now, consider carefully if you still want to lead me up the stairs, young lady.&nbsp; And I doubt I'll use the term 'lady' with you again..."<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Pollydactle</strong> on <strong>04-03-2011, 03:24:59</strong>
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				Kayla was surprised by the quick pull and put her arms out to catch herself, grabbing onto him. She returned his smile, appreciating how graceful he seemed to be. It was also touching that he actually wanted to make sure that she wanted it and that it wouldn't hurt his relationship with her brother, most men would jump at the opportunity without thinking about anything else first. It wasn't necessary maybe, but appreciated all the same.<br><br>"Well, how thoughtful of you," she said with a small smile, "but I don't think that the word 'lady' really suits me anyways. You don't need to worry about my brother or anything else for that matter." She grabbed his hand and removed it from her ass, moving away from him and leading him up the stairs. No, she certainly wasn't a lady, and she was happy with that really. Kayla did what she wanted, and usually that was what ever was the opposite of what her parents wanted. It was a good thing that she was so good at hiding her 'activities.' She continued moving towards her brothers room, hoping that Paulo wouldn't object to it out of some strange loyalty to her brother. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome Home, Drake</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LandofromTexas</strong> on <strong>05-03-2011, 17:27:59</strong>
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				When in Rome, Paulo thought, letting the girl lead him upstairs and down the hallway.&nbsp; He wore an impish, suggestive smile on his face as they moved along, feeling anticipation growing, as clearly marked by the tightness at his crotch.&nbsp; They passed her room, and he assumed they were headed toward his own.&nbsp; When, instead, she pushed open the room Drake had claimed, a look of curiosity slipped into Paulo's eyes.&nbsp; Drake's bag still lay where he'd left it, on the bed, but otherwise there was little to hinder them, and Kayla seemed to make herself, and him, right at home.<br><br>Paulo let the door close behind them, the room with its dark metal-rock posters reflecting from the glow from the bedside lamps.&nbsp; (A lava lamp? he noted with a sense of amusement.&nbsp; Really?)&nbsp; He stood with a saucy smile, hands on hips, letting his friend's sister take the lead, at least for now.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome Home, Drake</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pollydactle</strong> on <strong>23-03-2011, 00:15:07</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Kayla was happy to hear no form of protest from him; she just liked the idea of fucking her brothers best friend in his own room, it was a bit of a turn on. "The lava lamps really set the mood, don't you think?" she said with a sly grin, turning around now to look at him. She eyed him up and down, appreciating the product of years of hard work. It wasn't often that she got men with muscles. After her moment of close observation, which she made no attempt to conceal, she moved closer to him, smiling now as she looked him in the eye. <br><br>"How about I greet you properly, now?" she said and leaned forward to kiss him, meanwhile her hands went to his pants, working off his belt with skill that only came from experience. She then unzipped his pants and pushed them down. By no means was she shy and her hand reached in, fishing out his cock and gently stroking it while she continued to kiss him. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome Home, Drake</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LandofromTexas</strong> on <strong>23-03-2011, 05:04:59</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Mmm," he murmured as her lips leaned into his and her hand went to work at his crotch.&nbsp; In, what, three seconds?, his belt was loose, his pants unsnapped and unzipped, his boxers pushed down and her palm moving up and down his length.&nbsp; "My my," he chuckled as their kiss broke for a moment, "you Americans sure are friendly, aren't you."&nbsp; There wasn't a chance for a lot of conversation, as he wrapped a hand around her back to pull her back to his lips.&nbsp; That hand didn't hesitate to slip down and cup her ass.<br><br>"Seems only fair," he added, as his free hand pulling up the bottom of her shirt, slipping against her stomach and rising to cup a breast from below.&nbsp; He massaged the firm globe and used his thumb and forefinger to tweak her nipple repeatedly.&nbsp; Her v-neck was cut so low, it was easy to push the tip of her breast into the open cleavage, where his head escaped her lips long enough to dip down and lick at her breast, before pursing his lips and sucking in her nipple for a moment.&nbsp; His lips returned to hers, and his hand slid down to the hem of her jeans, finding the button to loosen them, and dip his fingers down to her moist pussy.<br><br>He rubbed her to match what she was doing to him, and his solid cock was only getting harder and more throbbing with each passing moment.&nbsp; "You warm up fast," he sighed against her mouth.&nbsp; "Maybe later we can take it slow.&nbsp; But right now...&nbsp; I'd say we're ready!"<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome Home, Drake</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pollydactle</strong> on <strong>24-03-2011, 05:26:15</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"I am at least" she said with a grin before the kissing continued, stroking his cock while and smiling lightly behind the kiss as he grabbed her ass and got more touchy himself. Good, she wouldn't have to really wear him down at all, not that she had expected to. Some guys were a bit more reserved on fucking as a greeting, she was happy that he didn't seem to be one of them, not that it would have mattered too much. Chances are she would still have gotten her way.<br><br>Her smile only grew as his head moved down to her breast and her erect nipple, letting out a content sigh as he touched the sensitive skin and then when his lips came back to her she kissed him with even more vigor, happy to have her own shorts begin to be undone and feel his hand snake down between her legs. <br><br>"Want to jump right into it?" she said with a grin "Best thing I've heard all day" she said and with one swift motion she removed her pants and led him closer to the bed, her hand letting go of his cock as she laid herself down on the bed, her breast still hanging out of her shirt as she looked up at him with the same grin. "Well?" 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome Home, Drake</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LandofromTexas</strong> on <strong>25-03-2011, 02:34:23</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Oh, well; very, very well!" he smiled down to her, his eyes raking over her body as displayed on her back below him.&nbsp; "At least one of us is over dressed," he added.&nbsp; It was a funny thing to say, given he was standing there with his pants open and his hard on sticking out of his pushed down briefs.&nbsp; Paulo crossed his arms and took a hold of the hem of his shirt, efficiently whisking it off over his head, unveiling a lean, muscled torso of sun-bronzed skin.&nbsp; There was a pale line at his hips, indicative of the frequency he worked in the sun with his shirt off, but that only made the reddish obelisk rearing from his groin that much more blatant.<br><br>Paulo sat on the bed long enough to pull off his work boots and socks, then grinned as he rolled back to push down his jeans and undies.&nbsp; Then he was on his knees, straddling her thighs, reaching to her waist to push up her blouse.&nbsp; He arched his back to bend down and lightly kiss her belly as it was revealed, and his lips followed the retreating fabric as it reached her breasts.&nbsp; He nibbled playfully at her nipples, then up the globes of her tits as his hands rumpled the blouse to her armpits.&nbsp; "Raise your arms, my dear," he smiled down to her, slipping the garment down her arms and off.&nbsp; He tossed it aside and slipped a hand behind her head, his fingers mingling with her mussed hair as he brought his head down to meet her lips in a wild, fierce kiss.<br><br>He was now stretched out upon her, his toned chest grinding into her breasts, and the firm pole pushing between her thighs against her pussy, covered by the last piece of clothing left between them, her panties.&nbsp; His other hand pushed under them to grasp her ass, further pressing their bodies together in quickly rising passion.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome Home, Drake</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pollydactle</strong> on <strong>03-04-2011, 02:31:02</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Kayla smiled, watching as he began to remove his own clothes, admiring his muscle and tan skin. She found his body as nice to look out as he probably found hers. She grinned as he moved forward and over towards her, now undressed to her liking. With perfect compliance she raised her arms, allowing her shirt to be lifted up and over her head, grinning and happily kissing him, enjoying the energy that there was between them. The fierceness of the kiss was exciting to say the least.<br><br>She felt his rod pushing against her covered pussy, which was aching to have him. All that she needed was for her panties to be out of the way and the real fun could start. She rested her hands on his shoulders, kissing him before she broke it for just a moment. "Mind helping me with this little predicament?" she said with a smile, one handing moving down to the hem of her panties, starting to push them down a little. Not that he would complain much with that request.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome Home, Drake</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LandofromTexas</strong> on <strong>16-04-2011, 22:12:27</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Paulo smiled slyly.&nbsp; "I think I can be of some assistance," he grinned, punctuating his offer with another peck on her lips, then straightening his arms against the mattress while bending down to add quick kisses to each of her nipples, and a snuggie on her belly.&nbsp; Finally he pushed back up on his knees, adjusting his stance so he was between her knees. He reached to gather up her ankles and pull her legs straight up to lean against one of his shoulders, smiling as his hands reached to her delicate panties and slid them with sensuous slowness down her thighs, past the knees, down her calves to slip off her feet.&nbsp; He tossed the garment aside with almost comical casualness, giving a kiss to each of her soles before taking an ankle in each hand and lowering them to either side of his hips.<br><br>Now he bent himself, raising his hips to lower his lips to her thighs, kissing his way up toward her crotch.&nbsp; With a glance up her body and a playful waggle of his eyebrows, he began to lick her inner thighs, urging them wide so that he could approach her pussy.&nbsp; His tongue tip teased up and down her outer lips, finding the moist, puffy labia pungent and savory.&nbsp; His tongue became more aggressive, lapping up and donw her furrow, reaching the already tender bud of her clit and giving it a full measure of lingual attention.&nbsp; He flicked, he circled, he pursed his lips and sucked.&nbsp; And he listened intently for the sounds of her satisfaction and approval.&nbsp; At times, his tongue wriggled back down to probe in a spiral at the gates of her vagina.<br><br>After making sure she was wet and well ready, he rose again, snuggling her thighs against his, his cock hard and heavy against her vulva.&nbsp; Leaning down, he gave her a chance to taste herself from his lips, while he used his fingers to push his knob down into position at her entrance.<br>
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