I smiled as I wrapped my arm around her and held her close. “So, this isn’t a one time thing?”
She got up on her elbows and looked at me intently. “What?”
I shrugged, “What?”
“What about all that stuff you said, me being yours and belonging to you?”
“What about it?”
She leaned in towards me and with a serious expression on her face. “I wasn’t joking. I meant it.”
“You do?”
She nodded. “I’m yours.”
“But, Lily…”
She shook her head slowly, “Don’t give me a lecture about logistics. I’m yours, Robert. I belong to you. My heart belongs to you. My body belongs to you. I don’t care what family or society thinks. I am yours until you are done with me.”
“What?” I said as I sat up a bit as well. “No…”
She nodded. “I know men will always leave me. Let me enjoy this and you while I can.”
I shook my head, “I would never be done with you. I love you.”
“You do?”
I nodded.
She smiled and pressed her face into my chest. “I love you too.”
*
I looked up as my mother gathered up some things for a night out. My mother walked about mumbling to Paul that she knew she forgot something. He looked over to me and rolled his eyes. I offered a smile before I looked back down on my tablet. It had been three weeks after Lily and I crossed that line together. As much as I foreshadowed problems, there were none. We were smart about our love for one another. We planned ahead. We were discreet.
My phone vibrated. I picked it up and saw it was a message from Lily.
Are they still here?
Yes.
Are they going to leave soon?
I think so.
I’m dying.
Why?
Because I want them to leave so I can have you.
I smiled.
“What are you smiling at?” Paul asked. “You’ve been active lately and smiling a lot more. Have you found someone nice finally?”
I nodded, “I think so.”
Paul nodded. “Good. It seems you and Lily found the right people to be in your lives. That’s good.”
“Thanks Paul.”
Paul walked over to my mother and hooked her arm. “We re heading off for that business dinner.”
I nodded and watched as they left the house. I picked up my phone.
They left.
A picture quickly popped up on the messaging thread. It was a picture of Lily in front of her mirror. She was wearing a powder blue lingerie set that she had me purchase for her. Her erect nipples were exposed. The stockings she wore ended high on her thighs with powder blue ribbons at the elastic of the stockings. She had a look of desire. She was a vision to behold.
Come to me, my love.
I set my tablet down and stood from the couch. Paul was right; Lily and I found the right people.
**********
NEW STORY TITLE:
HER THIRST
(A brother sparks his sister’s dominance.)
My name is Adam. I am 28 years old living in a suburban town in upstate New York. I wasn’t the smartest kid in school. I wasn’t a huge success as a jock. I wasn’t part of the emo group. I was average. Right down the line. I lived my life right down the line. I pride myself on that. As a kid with strict parents that had huge ideas and plans for me, I failed them in every way, but I didn’t let them down to the point where they would have given up hope on me. I am head chef in a popular downtown restaurant. Sure, I still live at home, but I contribute. I am no slouch, I go above beyond their requirements to live within my parents’ home, but I also come with a lot of failure baggage that they try to ignore. So, to simply put, I was a rising star in their eyes and never rose.
I stand in my room, lifting a set of curling bars to try and make my average build a little less average. My parents have been bombarding me with questions about why I haven’t found someone yet. They ask why I can’t maintain a relationship for more than a week or two. When you are five foot ten, sporting dull brown hair, with an average build, the women don’t come crushing down doors to get at you. Self-improvement as they say is the key to success. So, taking the words of my parents that they have borrowed from some sort of televised infomercial, I started my self-improvement.
My sister, Eve, unlike myself was that rising star. Yes, my parents had a morbid sense of humor when they decided to name us Adam and Eve. But, it was a humor lost among them. No one else, especially my sister and I found it humorous in anyway. Eve turned 18 a few days ago. She was a high school athlete. She got herself a full-ride scholarship at a University near by for lacrosse. Eve graduated with honors and also had a scholastic grant given to her by some sort of society that wanted to nurture gifted brains like her. Eve was stunning. She stood five foot six, had an amazing figure that appeared out of no where and was toned by all the sports she played. She had deep green opals for eyes and amazingly long, soft blonde hair. She turned heads everywhere we would go. She was my parents’ finest creation.
As I finished my last set of curls and felt my biceps sore from how many I attempted, I decided that it was time to get some of my things together and get ready for work. I live above the garage. It felt like a world away from my parents, but their reach can still be extended to my own little domain. It used to be my father’s man-cave, but ever since I failed to leave the nest, this has been my permanent dwelling. I grabbed some boxers, started to the small bathroom that was in my little home and paused when I heard a knock at my door.
“Come in.” I said as I fumbled around for a towel that I forgot where I had placed.
My door opened and I see Eve poking her head in with her eyes shut humorously too tight. “Are you decent? Not jerking off, are we?” she asked recounting the time that she had walked in on me while I was at a compromising position with a porno video. “I don’t want to go blind again.”
“No. I’m about to hop into the shower.” I said.
Eve entered my room and shut the door behind her. In her hands was a small bag of bathing items and a towel. “Mom is using the shower and I am going to be late for dance class. Can I bum a shower here?”
“Eve, I got work.”
“When?” she asked.
I looked at my watch, even though I had more than four hours before I had to go in for dinner prep, I lied, “I got an hour before I have to leave.”
Eve pouted cutely, “Please? Please let me go first, Adam?”
I rolled my eyes and motioned for her to take her shower first. She jumped up in glee and pranced to my bathroom. As she walked by me happily, I couldn’t help but notice that she was wearing a pair of far too tight yoga pants that displayed every bit of her amazing legs and her toned butt. She wore an athletic top that was too tight as well, and from the sweat marks on them, she must have been jogging around the neighborhood again, driving all the married men insane with arousal.
“I promise I will be quick!” She said and closed the bathroom door.
I sat down on my bed and sighed. I picked up my phone and scrolled through some the messages I was getting from work about the day’s food usage. A creak sounded. I looked over and saw the bathroom door open slightly. It was supposed to be a man-cave. My father never really took the time to put working locks onto the bathroom door. I can hear Eve humming as she showered. I can hear the water splashing off her body. An impulse overcame me. I got up from my bed and peered into the slightly opened door. I can see Eve through the frosted glass of the shower stall. Even with the slightly blurred image from the shower stall, I can see how completely stunning she was. She was facing me to have the shower spraying directly into her face. Eve was soaping her amazing breasts, her stomach and then her privates. I can see that she lingered there for a moment. That moment turned in a little more as she was playing with herself.
I immediately sat back onto my bed. What the fuck was I doing? I looked down and can see my erection was pitching a tent in my shorts. I cursed myself and stole another peak. She had a hand against the stall and was completely in her own world as she was stroking her clit. I couldn’t help it anymore since she took the shower time that I had reserved to do exactly as she was doing. I stood from my bed and pulled my rigid cock out and began to stroke it using the pre-cum that had built up. I tried to match her pace that she was pleasuring herself with. As quiet as she was trying to be, she let out a few quiet moans as she was nearing her orgasm. I quickened as well. I pressed a hand against the doorway of the bathroom and stroked as fast as I could while watching her.
Eve moaned and pressed herself against the shower stall as she came. I held my breath as I came with her, foolishly spraying cum onto the wall and my hamper. As I did, my arm that was holding me up gave out and I pushed the door wide open. Eve let out a shriek as she stopped the shower and stepped out fumbling for a towel.
“Adam! What the fuck are you doing?” She demanded and she wrapped her towel around her. She stormed up to me before I can even recover from what I had just done. I back pedaled and tried to hide the evidence of my horrific act. She shoved me onto my bed with my cock softening in my hands. “What the fuck? Adam! Were you just spying on me?”
“Eve, I’m sorry. I…”
“Oh my god, were you jerking off?” Eve asked as she looked around and saw the string of cum I had left against the wall and on my hamper. “Jesus, Adam!”
“Eve, god… I’m so sorry.” I said as I sat up from my bed.
Eve stood there and began to cry. “What the hell, Adam? I’m your sister. How the hell can you do this?”
I pulled up my shorts, covering my cum covered cock and sat at the edge of my bed. I didn’t know what to say. I just sat there watching her cry. I tried to muster up something… anything in my head to say to her. “I’m sorry. It was a moment of weakness. You know I haven’t been with any women in a while. It isn’t an excuse, Eve. But, it was a moment of weakness. You came in here… looking absolutely amazing and sexy. I heard you in the shower. I knew what you were doing.”
She wiped away some of her tears, “Don’t change the subject. I didn’t fucking jerk off to you in the shower!”
“Eve, I know! I know!”
Eve leaned towards me. “I don’t even know what to say.”
“Eve, I’m so sorry. Please… I know it was stupid.”
Eve walked into the bathroom, grabbed her shower things and stormed out of my little house and back to my parents. I sat there and stared at the mess I made and just shook my head. What the fuck was I doing?
* * *
After clocking out at work and heading my way home, I had expected all hell to break loose. I expected my father to be waiting for me at the garage house with his gun. To be honest, I would be in the same position as him. I would want to kick my own ass. I pulled up to the house and could see that none of the lights were on in the house. No father waiting for me at the garage entrance. Nothing. I shut the engine off of my Corolla and got out. It was quiet. I took a deep breath and heading into my house. My room was dark except for a small led lamp that Eve had made for me when she was in school. I set my stuff down and jumped into the shower to wash away a night of working in a restaurant off of me.
I stood there as hot water was hitting me in the face and head. I replayed what had happened earlier in the day. Eve was standing basically in the same position I was. I can still smell the soap that she used in the bathroom. It reminded me of all the times we hung out in my room playing videos games. It reminded me of how amazing she always smelled. It reminded me how much of a beautiful woman she has become. With all the memories, I was once again aroused by her. I looked down at my rigid dick and just shook my head. I washed up and got out of the shower. While drying off, I looked down and realized that Eve had left the panties that she wore this morning. I bent down and picked the lacey pink thong up and stared at it. I stared. I stared at how small there were. I stared at how sexy they must be on Eve. I leaned into the panties and took a deep whiff. My dick immediate stood up on end. It smelled amazing. I dropped them and got out of the bathroom disgusted with myself.
I plopped down on my bed and grabbed my phone to see that I had a message.
Are you home? It was Eve.
Yes. I texted back to her.
I need to talk to you.
I’m here. Eve, I’m sorry.
I’m coming over.
It didn’t take long for Eve to come into my room. She shut the door and stood there. I looked up. She was wearing a pair of pajama pants and a hooded sweatshirt. Eve stood with her arms crossed and scowling at me.
“What do you have to say for yourself?”
I sat up and shrugged, “Eve, I’m sorry. I don’t know what happened to me. I don’t know why I did what I did, ok? I have no excuses.”
Eve took a few steps towards me and my bed. She stood there with her arms still crossed. “Do you find me attractive?”
I looked up confused.
“Answer me, pervert.”
I nodded dumbly. “Yes. But, I can explain-”
“Shut up, Adam. I ask the questions and you answer.”
I nodded again.
“You said before that you thought I was sexy. Is that true? Do I stir up some sort of perverted desire in you?”
“Yes.”
“Has this just been a recent development?”
I shook my head.
“When did it start?”