Eric looked up the stairs that led to the kitchen. With a shrug and the resolve to get it over with, he tossed the shirt he’d been sleeping in into the hamper and made his way up the stairs. He was still amazed at the new him. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d been able to walk up the stairs, any stairs, without feeling winded half way up.
He stopped at the head of the stairs and took in a lovely sight. Tera was there, her shoulder length black hair a total mess, with her back to him as she leaned over on the kitchen counter. She was wearing her usual sleep attire, a white baby t that barely covered her mid sized 34B cup boobs and a matching pair of lycra short shorts that had been washed thin and showed of the shape of what Eric thought was a world class ass. Not to mention a hint of, as Eric thought of it, a meaty little 'toe'.
He couldn’t help but form a picture of her in his mind, legs spread and perched on tip toe in a pair of heels as she was arching her back to push that ass out even more. He again felt that still not familiar tingle in his mind. He thought he saw something in the edge of his vision of a transparent ghost like rope snake that floated out and slipped into her head. A moment later he was astonished to see Tera rise up on her toes and arch her back, as tho she was wearing a pait of high heels, just like he’d envisioned. He looked at her ass and mentally drooled. The shorts where thin and tight enough that he was sure she wasn’t wearing any underwear and could see the lycra fabric slip up and for a beautiful camel toe.
Tera hadn’t even realized that she’d moved other than to stretch. She rolled her head and caught a glimpse of Eric in the corner of her eye. Turning her head towards him, “Hey Eric… didn’t know you ever made it home last night. Mom’s pretty pissed off.”
Assuming she was taking the opportunity to rag on him, Eric scoffed, “How would you know when I got home? You’re probably just getting home now.”
Tera turned just a little bit, still in the same pose for the most part but now giving Eric a profile view which showed off her legs as well, “Actually I wasn’t out long last night.” She had a look on her face that something was wrong.
“Oh… uhhh… I just had to work late and got caught up in it all. Then I… uhh, had to walk the long way around the park cuz of the construction and all that.”
Tera nodded, still looking unhappy but glad the subject had changed, “Ok… don’t sweat it… I'll smooth things over for you. Next time just gimme a call, I’ll pick ya up, k?”
That struck him as one of the most outlandish things Eric had ever heard, “ *You’ll* pick *me* up from work? Yeah, sure… I see that happening.” He opened the fridge and pulled out a carton of orange juice and started to pour himself a glass.
“Sure… you got my cell right? Just call and I’ll pick ya up or what ever.” She said with a smile.
Eric looked at her from the corner of his eye as he took a drink as if to say, ‘yeah right!’
Tera turned around to face him. She kept her legs open just a little bit, which allowed him to see that camel toe even better, and leaned back against the counter. “Look, next time you need a ride, call and you’ll see.” She looked totally serious about it too. Eric was sure that she couldn't have been wearing panties and fought not to stare.
Carol, Eric’s foster mother, walked in, obviously all ready for the day in her blue, skin tight running pants and it’s matching zippered pull over top. Her not quite shoulder length blonde hair was cut in a page boy and a just a faint touch of makeup finished her prep for the day. “Well,” she said pleasantly, “look who finally showed up!” she said with a cheerful tone as she walked over and got her own glass of OJ.
Eric started to say something, Tera cut him off, “He had to work late mom, and with all the construction at the park they have it closed off so he had to walk the long way around.”
Carol nodded and simply said, “Oh, ok… well next time call if you’re going to be so late. I was worried.”
If it had been physically possible for Eric’s jaw to separate from the rest of his face, it would have bounced off the floor. He couldn’t remember any single time in the last 10 years that Carol had ever been nice to him. Much less worried. All he could manage to do was to look between the two of them.
“Eric… you ok honey?” Carol asked as she walked over to him and felt his forehead. “You’re a little warm, but not a fever.”
The first thought in his head was, “I’m warm ‘cuz your daughter is hot as hell and got my cock hard…” he cut himself off from going further. Instead he just mumbled, “Uhh, yeah… I’m fine. Really.” He closed his eyes as he took another drink of his juice. |