Monday morning, I got the usual early wakeup from my sister. Not even the sun was up when she dragged me out of bed. We ran again and, if anything, this felt even worse. Now, not only was I tired, but my muscles hurt from the day before.
“It gets easier the more you do it,” Darcy said, “Like a lot of things.” She gave me a wink.
When we got home, Darcy dragged me around the side of the house and dropped to her knees. We were surrounded by fencing, sure, but it was still very exposed. A neighbor could have stopped by any second. Worse, we were right under my parent’s bedroom window. But Darcy slurped me down until I came down her throat. Then we went inside the house and showered separately.
When I was done, I went back into my bedroom and lay down. I have to admit, I was looking forward to having the house to myself again. I’d grown to enjoy the sexy stuff with my sister, sure, but she was starting to wear me out. I stretched out on the bed, thinking I’d nap for a few hours before smoking up and getting down to some serious gaming time.
My bedroom door popped open. I nearly fell out of the bed. Darcy had on a deep purple blouse and a slate grey skirt.
“Hurry up and get dressed, bro!” Darcy said. I had on a t-shirt and boxers, as far as I was concerned, I was dressed enough. Darcy groaned and dragged me out of bed.
“No, come on, real clothes. Why do you think I took you shopping this weekend?”
Darcy stood and watched while I put on a sky-blue dress shirt and charcoal slacks. Then we went downstairs, and she made each of us a smoothie.
“I hope you watched how I did that, because this is going to be your job from now on,” she told me as she handed me a cup full of pureed green liquid. I barely had a chance to sip it before my sister pulled me down to the driveway. I had a momentary heart attack thinking she was going to make me drive, but instead Darcy jumped behind the wheel. I climbed in on the other side.
“You’re going to do great,” Darcy told me as we pulled onto the highway.
“At what?” I asked, but Darcy just turned up the tunes. Her car was so old, the only option was terrestrial radio, but she seemed to enjoy it.
Eventually, we got off the highway and pulled into the busy city streets. Darcy navigated confidently through the gridlock and pulled into an underground garage beneath a row of tall, mostly glass buildings. Once we were parked, Darcy grabbed her bag and her brother, then went to an elevator bank on the far wall.
The lobby was huge, airy, and made mostly of marble. Darcy showed an ID badge to a security guard and had me sign in. We went over and got in another elevator with a bunch of other people dressed as professionally as my sister. We got off on the fourth floor. Darcy threw her bag down in a tiny cube office at the back of a whole sea of them. Then we marched off again.
The cube sea was surrounded by small offices with glass doors. Most of them were empty at this hour, but Darcy took me to one with an older gentleman sitting in it. He had on a blue, pinstriped shirt with navy suspenders. His full bristle mustache was grey. He looked like he’d escaped from the set of Mad Men. His name was, I kid you not, Mr. Cox.
“This is my brother,” Darcy said, poking her head in the door. “He’s here about the internship?”
Mr. Cox invited us into his office. We both sat down in flimsy chairs facing his desk.
“So why do you want to come work for us?” Mr. Cox asked me, leaning forward on his elbows and studying me like I was a newly discovered life form.
I froze. I didn’t even know what job I was interviewing for, let alone why I wanted it. In fact, I didn’t want a job. I wanted to be home, in bed, half-stoned and fully immersed in video games. But here I was in these itchy pants and suffocating shirt and my sister was glaring me down the longer I took to answer.
“I, um, I’m looking for the experience?” I said. I saw Darcy nod appreciatively out of the corner of my eye.
Mr. Cox asked me a bunch more questions about myself. He frowned at my lack of work experience, but that went away as soon as Darcy mentioned I had a scholarship for college.
“Oh, that’s right down the street from here,” Mr. Cox cooed.
“Yes, Ethan’s hoping he can keep interning here in his free time while he goes to classes,” Darcy said, “He’s excited for the opportunity.”
Mr. Cox asked me a few more questions, then explained that I’d be starting in the mailroom. “Yes, even these days, you’d be surprised at the amount of paper correspondence we get that needs to be sorted and delivered over all ten floors. You’ll be here from 8am till 2pm every day, starting tomorrow.”
“I’ll drive him in,” Darcy said.
“Excellent,” Mr. Cox said. It was very clear that it was time to go. We stood up. Mr. Cox shook my hand. “You can call me Randy,” he said. Randy Cox. I shit you not.
“I’ll walk you out,” Darcy said, taking my arm and leading me out of Mr. Cox’s office.
My sister took me down a long hallway. We passed a tiny room with a copy machine in it and shelves full of paper. She shoved me inside. Before I could protest, my pants were around my ankles and my dick was in my sister’s mouth. I stared out at the halls, but while plenty of people walked past, no one looked inside.
“Holy fuck,” I gasped as I shot rope after rope into my sister’s mouth. She stood up and wiped herself off with her sleeve. “I don’t think that was a good idea,” I said.
“Really?” Darcy said. “It felt like a good idea to me.”
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