Digging out my key to their front door, I let myself in. That’s when I heard it. Subtle at first, then louder. A woman’s moan. Was it the television? Walking towards the sound, it occurred to me, the voice sounded like Stacia's. Shit, am I walking in on her and her boyfriend?
That bothered me more than it should’ve. I was six years older than my sister but always had this strange attraction to her. My relationships never lasted very long with women. I was a very physical person, most women wanted downtime with sex once or twice a week. I wanted sex nightly. It didn’t make sense to me why anyone wouldn’t.
Knowing I should walk away, curiosity got the better of me. My eyes almost bulged out of my head when I saw my sister fingering herself with a piece of fruit. It was by far the sexiest thing I had ever seen. Her body was covered in a light sheen of sweat. She had her eyes closed as she was mewling small moans, rocking back and forth on her fingers, fucking herself. I had my dick in my hand before I realized it. I knew it was wrong, but her breasts started swaying as a big orgasm hit her, and I was lost, fisting my cock and pumping it hard. Come squirted all over my hand and onto the floor.
She was so damned hot. I need to go out and knock on the door so she doesn’t know I just watched her and got off. I cleaned up the evidence of my voyeurism so she never would.
Walking outside, I collected my thoughts, waited a couple minutes, then knocked on the door.
Chapter 4
Stacia
Shit. Someone is at the door. I threw the orange away, I’m sad I didn’t have time to eat it after using it. Threw my tank top on and slid my panties on. Looking out the peephole, I see my brother of all people. The prodigal son has returned, it seems. What shit timing he has. I opened the door.
“Do you always answer the door in your underwear?” He asked, frowning.
I glared at him. “Only when it’s my dork of a brother.”
He laughed, explaining he had left his key for the house at home. He planned to stay for a week or two to visit. So much for my alone time.
“Mom and dad are away for the weekend,” I informed him. Hopefully, he would hole up with some fling or something. The girls adored him. He took good care of himself, so I understood what they saw. He wasn’t conceited, in fact, he seemed oblivious to their overtures.
“Oh. Well that’s fine. I guess it’s you and me for the weekend.” He grinned.
“I guess you think I have nothing better to do this weekend,” I said flippantly.
“I’m sorry. Of course you do. Don’t let me interrupt your plans. I can hang here.” He looked a little odd, I couldn’t quite place my finger on it.
Well hell, he had kinda called me on it. I didn’t have anything to do. “Well, I guess since it’s been awhile, I will throw you a bone and hang out with you.” I smiled at him.
He grinned. “Great! Want to go out for dinner or order in?”
“Well, first I want to shower and wake up. Can you make coffee?”
He nodded and headed to the kitchen.
Chapter 5
Rick
I couldn’t stop staring at the place I had seen her sitting earlier, finger fucking herself. Making coffee with a hard-on was always fun. I could hear her shower running. The thought of her naked and all soapy almost did me in.
I needed to keep reminding myself – she is my sister. It’s wrong even thinking about her. In my head, I knew it was wrong; but damn, my body didn’t know it. She had such a smartass little mouth – and it was a perfect fit to wrap around my cock.
Trying to put other thoughts in
my head so I would back off of Stacia, my thoughts went back to the man I bashed. I should’ve made an anonymous call to 911. Hopefully someone found him. Not that he deserved mercy, but I wasn’t a killer. My arm was starting to throb when I bent it. I pulled my shirt off to look at the burnt skin. The bullet had ripped through the shirt and burnt the lining of my skin, not deep enough to cause major damage, but deep enough to leave a scar. Cleaning it off at the sink, I heard her say behind me, “What happened to your arm?”
“Nothing,” I lied. “I scraped it on a broken window.” That was the best I could come up with on short notice. She nodded, grabbed a cup of coffee, and walked into the living room where I heard the TV come on.
I took the opportunity to call my roommate. Miles was a loan shark I hooked up with when I moved to Vegas. I needed a place to live and found him in the classifieds renting out a room in his hotel.
“I heard you lost your ass the other night. Just wanted to check and make sure you were still breathing to pay your rent.”
“How can I pay if I’m not there to bet and win?” I tried to reason with a joke.
“The problem is you aren’t betting to win. You are losing and I won’t see any money back, Ricky boy.” He bellowed into the phone.