A/N: So if you haven’t read the first story following Lisa and Jeremy, it’s alright, this story will kind of make up for that. Although if you did read it, then you would understand the history of them a whole lot better. Enjoy!

Welcome Back

What am I going to say to him? Should I run into his arms and kiss him all over? Was he going to explain to me that he’d gone gay after being in prison? My brother…gay? Nah, never in a million years would he do that. Or would he? Either way, I was just going to be so happy to see him, I was excited and couldn’t contain myself.

There I was, standing in front of the prison gates where they usually release inmates leaving the facility. Wearing my pink mini skirt and white polo top, my hair tied into a messy bun and fooling around with my cell phone; I anticipated the release of my brother, and lover, Jeremy.

The gate slowly started to open; I looked up as a huge smile spread across my face. There he was, being escorted by two security guards. That gate just couldn’t open fast enough could it? He practically jumped up and down as he waited to get close to me. I waited eagerly to lunge myself at him.

Finally the gate was wide enough for him to cut through, the security guards watching as he ran to me. He picked me up, twirling me in circles; “Oh my god, Lisa, I missed you so much.” He breathed.

“I love you.” I replied, as he put me back on the ground. We looked into each others eyes, just before he slowly leaned down to kiss me with a more sexy passion that I definitely needed since he’d left.

The kiss definitely took my breath away, and I had to open my eyes to remember where we were. I looked up at him, seemed like he’d gotten taller these past few months, and smiled sweetly. “I’m so glad you can come home.”

He bent down to grab a small bag of clothes he had taken in with him when they first took him away. It was hard to believe that it was only almost a year now since we’d fallen in love, got mixed up in drugs, found out I was pregnant, the faithful boyfriend I had had died, I slept around a lot, lost my baby, killed a guy that raped me, witnessed my parents’ death, been admitted to a mental institution, escaped from the mental institution with a boy I liked, and Jeremy shooting him to his death; which was why he was in prison in the first place.

It’s amazing that Jeremy did the time he did, which was only a few months due to some totally unbelievable lies we got away with. But none of that mattered anymore, because Jeremy was out, and we could go to our place and be together, just how we wanted it.

“How’s it feel to be eighteen?” he asked me. I had just turned eighteen a month ago, and it felt good not having to have social services on my back and threaten to put me in a foster home. I looked at him lovingly, “It feels pretty damn good.” I giggled; taking his hand in mine. “Come on, I have a surprise for you.”

We walked over to the cab I had arrived in, as I asked for him to wait for me. We climbed inside and I instructed him to take me back to where he picked me up. Grams’ old house, which was now ours.

Arriving back home, I spotted Jeremy eyeing the place like he hadn’t been there in years. It did look different since the last time he’d been there, the grass was greener, the garden was beautiful, and the house had been painted white instead of that ugly greenish color it used to be. “What happened here?” he asked with a smile.

“I’ve been very busy.” I smiled, paying the cabby and getting out of the car. Jeremy followed behind me. “I sort of took up gardening and this is my finished project, oh and the backyard too, oh and we have a pool.” I told him excitedly.

He raised an eyebrow at me, “Really?” he asked. I nodded, skipping toward the front door. “How much is that costing?” he asked, sounding a little worried. I opened the door, tossing the keys over on the coffee table. “Don’t worry, it’s not built in, I know that would cost a fortune. It’s just a very nice assemble it your self pool.” I smiled.

As he stepped inside the house, I watched him as I looked over the living room. I had redecorated the entire house to fit our more modern way of living. My grandma’s furniture was in a storage shed that I paid thirty dollars for every month.

“This is our house?” he asked excitedly. I nodded, walking over towards him, wrapping my arms around his neck. “You’ve been pretty busy around here huh?” he asked me, resting his arms around my waist. “I had to do something to keep my mind off you not being here with me.

He leaned down, kissing me passionately. He pulled away from me, looking over my shoulder down the hallway. “Show me what the bedroom looks like now yeah?” he asked. I smiled coolly at him, already knowing what was on his mind, leading him to the back.

In the bedroom, I had a tall king sized bed delivered just last week, just waiting for it to be broken into by Jeremy and I. I ran over and jumped up on the bed, scooting up towards the pillows, patting a space next to me. Jeremy smiled at me, slowly crawling up to me taking off his shirt. We kissed, as he laid me on my back, running his hands up the sides of my thighs.

I pushed him on his back lightly, climbing on top of him, kissing his chest and moving my fingers into the waist of his jeans. His head tilted back as he allowed me to have my way with him. “Holy shit!” he gasped. I shot up, looking at him, frightened, “What’s wrong?” He sat up, hopping off the bed and over towards the T.V., “The PS3 is out?!” he asked, grabbing the controller. I rolled my eyes, sitting at the edge of the bed. “Jeremy…”

“When did it come out?” he asked, checking out a few of the games I had gotten with it. The only reason I got it was because I won it in a raffle at the Community College fair I went to last month. “I don’t know, a while ago.” I replied. “Come back to the bed baby.” I added flirtingly. He looked at me with his sexy smile, “Just one game, I promise.” He said, and then turned on the game, sitting at the T.V. like a little kid.

I loved him and all, but sometimes my brother could be a little kid with A.D.D. Did he not realize that I was hot and ready to fuck his brains out? He had just gotten out of jail, with no site of a woman in months, and all he wanted to do right now was play PS3? If I know boys, and I think I do, I know all they want to do when it’s offered openly, is have good hot sex. But no, Jeremy had to play the fucking PS3 at this very moment. Not like it was going anywhere, it was mine, he could play it anytime.

I hopped off the bed and went back into the living room, listening at the sounds of the game as it came on. I turned the television on and sat on the couch, turning to VH1, just as a rerun of ‘I Love New York’ came on. I was frustrated, sexually, and emotionally. I haven’t had sex in the longest time, and no one to love me even longer. Now that I had all that again, I was still waiting. ‘I Love New York’ had gone off, and another one came on and gone off again. I was on hour three of the little marathon, and hadn’t moved since I first got there.

“Hey.” Jeremy spoke from behind me. I looked over at him, and then turned back to the television, crossing my arms. I heard him give a small chuckle before sitting next to me, turning his body to face me better. “Are you mad at me?” I just stared at the T.V., ignoring him completely. “Come on Lisa, I haven’t even been home a day yet and your already mad?”

“That’s the point Jeremy, you haven’t been home a day yet, and all you want to do is play stupid video games.” I told him, still looking at the television. He caressed my cheek softly, causing me to get little chills all over my body, just like always. I turned my face away, “Don’t do that, I’m supposed to be mad at you.”

“You can’t stay mad at me,” he smiled, “you love me too much.” And he was right, I was too happy and excited that he was just home, there was no way in hell I was going to stay mad at him for long. I smiled slightly, trying not to let him see that he was right. “What’s that?” he asked, “You’re smiling already.”

I couldn’t help it, he made me smile, especially now, still being horny and wanting him so badly. “Alright fine, I’m not mad; I just wanted you so badly.” He sighed, looking at the T.V. then back at me, “You’re so right, I mean, I’ve been thinking for the longest time of being with you again, and I blow it by freaking over a stupid game, I’m sorry. Let me make it up to.” He replied, kissing my cheek and caressing my hand.

I looked at him, giving him the ok and ran into the bedroom, plopping back on the same spot I was in before. This time, Jeremy came running in and joining me. I kissed him hard, already lunging for his jeans, practically yanking them off of his legs and throwing them to the floor. He pulled my top over my head; I wasn’t wearing a bra, easy access for him. We kissed again, sweetly, just before slipping underneath the heavy covers.

Positioning himself on top of me and in between my legs, he pulled his cock out of his boxers as he kissed my neck. I managed to slip out of my thong, eager for him to be inside me. “Jeremy…” I breathed out, just as he entered inside me. The feeling of him inside me again, was pure ecstasy. I had to close my eyes to savor the moment.

We swayed back and forth; our bodies in sync with our soft moans. Jeremy started to breathe harder, and I knew he was about to cum. I was right with him, ready whenever he was. “Oh God…” he breathed out heavily, as I curled my toes and came with him, letting out a tiny gasp of a scream in his ear. He pumped himself inside me a few more times before pulling out and rolling over on his back.

“Shit…” he whispered. I leaned on my arm, facing him with a smile, “I love you.” I told him. He looked at me, kissing me sweetly on the lips, “I love you too.” It finally felt like old times, we lay in each others arms after making love, then binge on all the food we wanted. Food after sex had become a regular thing for us after the first time we slept together, back when we were still only brother and sister, and wasn’t sure of what we were getting into. “What do you want to eat?” I asked, as I got out of the bed, naked, leaving my clothes on the floor. I walked over to the dresser and slipped on a long pajama top.

“Lets order a pizza, and some of those spicy buffalo wings.” He replied, pulling his boxers up and heading towards the video game again. I nodded and headed off to the kitchen, it was just about dinner time anyway. I had Dominoes Pizza on speed dial, and I already knew the menu so well I didn’t need to look at it. “Dominoes Pizza, this is Shannon how can I help you?” the woman said. I scratched my head and yawned, “Yeah, I want a large pepperoni, double olive, half sausage pizza delivered with the medium bread sticks and buffalo wings on the side.” I told her.

“Alright ma’am, your name please?” she asked. “Lisa Armstrong.” I replied, looking into the refrigerator. “And let me get a two liter Pepsi.” I added. The woman took down my address and told me the pizza would arrive in about forty-five minutes. After ordering the pizza, I returned to the bedroom, where Jeremy sat, once again in front of the television playing the PS3. I snuck up behind him, grabbing his shoulders. I don’t know what happened, but then next thing I knew I was flipped over on my back in front of him.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” I asked, struggling to get up. “Oh my god.” He paused the game, helping me up. “I’m so sorry…I just…you shouldn’t sneak up on me like that.” He said. I stared at him, wondering where he’d gotten all that strength from. But prison does have quite a work out system, no need to wonder anymore. “God Jeremy, you cracked my back…like almost in half.” I complained, actually trying to touch the middle of my back.

“You’ll be fine, trust me.” He said simply, before going back to the game. I continued to stare at him, and then headed into the living room. Only home for about six hours and already we’ve gone through the brother/sister phases: best of friends, and mad at each other. Then through the lover phases: making out, and having sex. Then back to the brother/sister phase: my brother flipping me on the ground like some kind of wrestler move and acting like nothing happened, going back to playing video games.

Whatever the hell his problem is, I sure as hell hope he doesn’t decide to flip me over like that again. Sure prison changes people, but does it cause them to go all Kill Bill ninja style on you?