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 Title: Under My Skin Pt.  01


Summary: Ryan's feelings for his sister become complicated.


Keywords: inc,fic



   Part One.

   * * * * *

   "The whole situation was just so fucked up, man." I rolled the nearly
empty beer bottle slowly between my hands.  "I know I should shut up about
it, but I just can't believe she did that."

   "You can't believe Whitney had a threesome?" Kevin asked as he raised
his own beer and took a long swallow.

   "No.  I mean I can't believe she would do it behind my back.  Cheat on
me.  I trusted her." I slumped back in the booth, leaving my beer on the
table.  I was buzzed enough for the moment.

   "You could have joined in, ya know?  Turned that threesome into a
full-scale orgy." He smirked at me, setting his empty beer bottle on the
table among the others that were scattered in front of us like over-sized
chess pieces.

   "I'm being serious, asshole." I cut him a dirty look.  "I realize you
think with your dick all the time, but for once in your life, try thinking
with the supposedly bigger brain."

   "Supposedly?"

   "Well in your case, I have my doubts," I grumbled.

   "Just trying to cheer you up a little.  I mean, hell, I don't know what
I would do.  The situation sounds hot, but I know it sucked," he paused,
"or, she sucked at least."

   I ran a hand through my hair in frustration and tried not to reward his
wisecrack with the chuckle he was hoping for.  I was angry, and this clown
was sitting here making light of the whole thing.  Best friend or not, he
was wearing on my patience.

   A few hours before, I had walked into my girlfriend's apartment and
found her on her knees blowing a guy while a girl knelt behind her with a
strap-on.  I stood there in a stunned silence, watching the girl sliding
the dildo into Whitney's drenched pussy.  The guy had Whitney's head in his
hands and was intently guiding her mouth up and down his cock.

   Finally, I gathered my bearings.  I dropped the pizza I'd brought with
me, turned and walked back out of the apartment.  I had started my car and
was backing out of the parking spot when I saw Whitney rushing across the
grass in front of the apartment complex, having hurriedly thrown on some
clothes from the look of it.

   "Ryan!" She tried to flag me down, but I drove away without looking
back. There was nothing to say as far as I was concerned.

   After driving straight to my favorite bar, having determined I needed a
drink, I had found that Kevin was already there.

   "Another round?" Kevin asked as I swallowed the last of my beer and set
it next to the collection of empties.

   "I'd better not.  Last thing I need is a DUI to really put the icing on
the shit cake of my evening."

   "I'm gonna have one more, lightweight.  Be right back." He slid out of
the booth and headed to the bar.

   My phone started vibrating on the table next to me.  Glancing down, I
saw it was Whitney again.  She'd done an admirable job of trying to drain
my phone battery for the last couple of hours.  We had been dating for
nearly a year and it had seemed like everything was going well.

   Until she cheated on me, of course.

   * * * *

   At twenty-one years old, I hadn't had all that many girlfriends.  There
had been maybe a half dozen girls over the past few years.  None of the
girls I'd dated had been as serious as it had been with Whitney.  I had
come into the dating scene a little late.  Growing up an overweight kid who
would rather stay indoors and play video games than participate in sports,
I'd never been one to catch the eye of the girls until the end of high
school.

   My freshman year of high school, my dad had walked out on his marriage
leaving my mom, my sister, and I behind.  There had been a lot of arguments
between them before that, so it wasn't exactly a surprise when it happened.
After the divorce, we didn't see much of him.  He was around once in a
while, but that quickly dwindled to a phone call on our birthdays or major
holidays.  Once he shacked up with some broad only about five years older
than me even the phone calls stopped.  The last I had heard, he had married
her, and she was pregnant.  That had been a couple of years ago.

   My kid sister, Skye, had a harder time dealing with the divorce than I
did.  She had only been eleven at the time and began slipping into
depression, having nightmares, and so on.  Mom was lost in her own fog of
bitterness and anger for a while, so I saw it as my brotherly duty to spend
more time with Skye and try to keep her distracted.  I spent countless
evenings beating her ass at Mario Kart or whatever other games I could find
that we might both like.

   I mostly took the divorce in stride.  I was just grateful for the peace
by that point, after all the fighting that had been going on.  It was no
secret he had cheated on mom more than once and that made him a scumbag in
my books.  In retrospect, it was probably part of the reason why I
considered cheating to be an unforgivable betrayal in a relationship.  That
and, you know, basic human fucking decency.

   With mom struggling to pay the bills and raise two kids by herself, I
felt guilty asking her for anything.  As soon as I was old enough, I found
a part-time job after school and on the weekends working at a big home
improvement warehouse and gave part of my pay to help mom with bills.  Even
with my help, she still probably would have lost the house if it hadn't
been for my grandfather sending her money from time to time.  Hauling
lumber and stacking it in people's trucks all weekend and most nights did a
hell of a job burning off the weight and I soon found myself in much better
shape than I had ever been.

   Now that I had a slim, fairly muscular build, girls actually started to
pay attention when I would get the nerve up to say hello to them.  I was
nearly six feet tall, with short brown hair and even browner eyes.  I'd
been told that I was attractive, but I didn't see it.  We are always our
own worst critics, after all.

   * * * *

   Kevin returned to the booth with a couple of beers and snapped me out of
my moment of reflection.  No sooner had he slid one of the beers over to
me, than my phone started vibrating again.

   "You gonna answer that?" He asked as he laid a laminated number card on
the table.

   "Got nothing to say to her," I replied, glancing at the card and
realizing it was well past midnight.  I hadn't eaten since lunch.  "What
did you order?"

   "Burger and fries.  Don't worry, I got your mopey ass a burger."

   I reached for my wallet, but he waved his hand dismissively.

   "You cover lunch at work tomorrow and we're good." Kevin worked with me
in the lumber department.

   "Speaking of which," I looked at the time, "After we eat, I gotta head
out.  I have the mid-shift."

   "Yeah, about that.  I just talked to Scott and he's switching shifts
with you.  You'll close with me tomorrow." Kevin pointed at the extra beer
he'd brought back.  "And you, my friend, need more beer."

   Fuck it, I thought and snatched up the bottle.

   * * * * *

   I woke to the sound of my phone ringing.  My head was pounding.  With
monumental effort, I raised my head to look at the phone.  Whitney's name
showed on the screen.  I tossed the phone to the floor where it slid
harmlessly across the carpet and pulled my pillow over my head.  She was
the last person I wanted to talk to.  Probably ever.

   After trying for a while to ignore the headache and pray that sleep
would come again, I turned my head to see that there were two bottles of
water and a bottle of aspirin sitting on the nightstand.  Written in black
marker one of the bottles of water were the words "Drink me." Two of the
aspirin were out laying on a napkin that had "Eat Me" written on it.  Both
were written in my little sister's unmistakable bubbly handwriting.

   By the time I climbed out of the shower a few hours later, it was pretty
obvious that work was out of the question.  I had never been much of a
heavy drinker and my ass was kicked.  I called out sick at work, something
I never did, and crawled back into bed.  Besides, being awake meant
thinking about Whitney.  Sleep was better.

   I didn't open my eyes again until I heard the door creak open.  Skye
walked in carrying a brown paper bag.  She was wearing her dark blue
uniform for the pharmacy where she worked part-time.

   "Are you hungry?" She held out the bag.

   I sat up and scooted back against the wall where a headboard should be
if I had ever bothered to get one.

   "Thanks," I replied taking the bag and pulling out a container of lo
mien.  I had a serious and well-known addiction to Asian food.

   "Wanna talk?" Skye tucked a lock of dark hair behind her ear, watching
me shove noodles in my mouth with chopsticks.

   "Not really." I had been able to keep it together around Kevin last
night at the bar.  I wasn't so sure of my chances at home.

   My phone started ringing again and she knelt to pick it up from where I
had tossed it earlier.

   "It's Whitney." She said, holding the phone out to me.  I took the phone
from her and turned the ringer off.

   "Wow.  Ignoring the Witless Wonder.  That's a new one."

   "Yeah.  That's over." I replied, setting the phone on the nightstand.

   Skye stood a couple of feet from the bed giving me a peculiar look.  She
was a short girl, a couple of inches shy of five feet, with a slender
build, dark hair that she kept in a loosely layered bob cut that ended just
below her chin, and large, expressive brown eyes.  Up until a knee injury
years back, she had shown a lot of promise as a gymnast and continued to
keep herself in shape.  The scars from her knee surgery, which I thought
were pretty minor, caused her to be quite self-conscious and she often hid
them behind thigh high socks and stockings.  She retained that graceful way
of moving, almost fluid in motion, that you see in dancers sometimes.

   I munched on my noodles and waited for the inevitable barrage of
questions that was surely coming about why my relationship ended.

   "Well, I guess that explains why you were slamming doors at three this
morning and dropped a bottle of rum in the hall."

   "Oh crap, did I break it?" I winced, not even remembering buying a
bottle.

   "Nah," She pointed at my desk where a half-empty bottle of Bacardi
stood.

   "Sorry for the noise."

   "S'okay.  I was just worried about you is all.  Did you get sick?"

   I shook my head, remembering that I'd seen a trash can next to the bed
when I'd gotten up to shower earlier.

   "Thanks, though." I motioned to the can.

   "Better that than having to explain to mom why you had to rent a carpet
scrubber." She gave me a half shrug and a small smile.  Then the smile
vanished.

   "One more thing," She began in a tone that sounded suspiciously like our
mother.  "If you ever get that shitfaced again, you call me.  I had to move
your car this morning before mom got in and saw that you were halfway on
the lawn.  You know you could have been arrested?  Or killed?"

   "I know.  I didn't mean to drink that much." I hung my head, feeling a
bit ashamed.  I knew better than to drive like that.  It wasn't like me at
all.

   Skye stepped forward and ruffled my hair with a smirk.  She was enjoying
this a little too much, I thought.

   "You really done with her?" She asked.

   I nodded as I had a mouthful of food.

   "Good."

   "Good?" I said after a swallow.

   "She's a whore."

   "She's not a..." I reflexively started to defend her but caught myself
too late.  Damn it, Skye had me.  Not that I wanted to admit it.

   I glanced up at her to see the grin creeping across her face again that
she quickly tried to mask.

   "It's for the best." She shrugged, shifting her weight to one side.  "I
hated the bitch."

   "You hate every girl I go out with."

   "Not my fault that your taste in girls sucks," Skye replied as she
retreated to the doorway.

   "At the moment, I can't argue with that." I sighed.

   "Look, I'm gonna take a quick shower and change.  Do you want to watch a
movie with me after?"

   "I guess," I replied, not really feeling like watching a movie but
feeling like I would be an asshole to tell her no after she brought me
dinner.

   She stood with her back to me, staring at the door frame where her hand
was resting, thumbing a rough spot in the paint thoughtfully.

   "What?" I asked.

   "You okay with it?  The breakup?" She wasn't looking at me.

   "It sucks, but I guess it's better that I found out before I did
something really goddamned stupid." I scratched absently at my eyebrow,
trying to shake the urge to choke up.

   "Like what?"

   "Like ask her to transfer to Austin with me," I replied, "I had been
thinking about it."

   "You deserve better than her, you know." Skye continued running her
thumb over the rough spot on the door frame for another few moments, not
looking at me.  Finally, dropping her hand from the wall, she glanced back
my way over her shoulder as she vanished into the hallway.

   * * * * *

   Skye had always seemed to excel at everything she set her mind to.  She
had graduated high school in the top of her class, was one of the leads on
the school's debate team and had been on her way to becoming one of the
best gymnasts in the county until her injury in the seventh grade.  Her
accomplishments were frequently the topic of discussion at family
gatherings where the extended family would sing her praises.  Hell, she
even got merit raises at the pharmacy.

   We had been pretty close as kids, but less so by the time I was in high
school.  I was working a lot in addition to school and didn't have as much
time to hang out as I used to.  By the time my senior year came around, I
was managing to go out on the occasional date as well.

   She had made herself a holy terror in my life that year.  She was a
freshman at the time, and I felt like every time I would start talking to a
girl, Skye would come along and interfere.  There was always some crisis or
something with her that required my attention when I was trying to get a
date.  It felt like she had turned cock-blocking into an art form and had
annoyed the living hell out of me.  Thankfully, she seemed to find her
groove by the end of the year, and her personal emergencies had tapered
off.

   Skye was focused on her education and extracurricular activities to
boost her resume.  She didn't date much, if at all, to my knowledge.  She
certainly was more than attractive enough to catch male attention.  I knew
of several guys that had been interested in her, but she had always turned
them down.  She had even skipped her senior prom last year, which our
mother had given her a good deal of grief over.  As far as I knew, most of
her social time was spent with her friends, Heather and Vicky.

   Her hard work at school had paid off, and she had been awarded a full
college scholarship.  While I had to bust my ass studying to keep my grants
and scholarships, she seemed to breeze through her classes.  I secretly
hoped that college was going to kick her ass a little and make her work for
it, but I was proud of her.

   * * * * *

   I was just polishing off my dinner when she returned.  She had changed
into a pink pair of sleep shorts with black trim and an old black t-shirt
with a Super Mario mushroom on it.  Dropping the pillow she had brought
with her on the floor in front of my TV, she bent over to retrieve the
PlayStation controller from the shelf beneath.

   As she bent, her shorts stretched tight against the roundness of her
ass. Noticing the way the fabric hugged to her enticing curves inspired
thoughts I absolutely should not have been having.  I forced myself to look
away, tossing the remnants of my dinner in the trash can while chastising
myself internally.

   "What do you wanna watch?" She asked as the Netflix logo popped up on
the screen.

   "Anything that doesn't have to do with relationships," I replied.

   She flopped down on her pillow and scrolled through the options for a
while before finally settling on an old horror film we had both seen a
dozen times.  I liked the film but was too distracted to pay attention.

   My lack of attentiveness was not lost on Skye and she spent the duration
of the film gently weaseling the details out of me about the breakup.  By
the time I had finished telling the story, I think Skye may have been more
upset than I was.  There were some pretty colorful threats about what would
happen to Whitney if Skye ever had the opportunity.

   The conversation eventually drifted away from Whitney.  We talked most
of the night, leaving me with a sneaking suspicion that she was trying to
keep me distracted.  Intentional or not, it worked fairly well, and the
world didn't seem quite so bleak by the time her energy finally gave out.

   I couldn't help grinning at her asleep on my floor.  She was laying on
her stomach with her head to the side, mouth wide open.  One of her legs
was drawn up and an arm was stretched out above her head.  If it wasn't for
the soft snoring sounds coming from her, she could easily have passed for a
corpse.

   Chuckling to myself, I pulled my blanket from the bed and covered her
up. Crawling back into bed, I shut my eyes and tried to block out the
snoring from the floor.

   * * * * *

   When I got in from work the next afternoon, I found my sister and a
couple of her friends lounging around the living room watching television.
Heather was a cute redhead who had played softball in high school and had
the athletic build to show for it.  The other girl, Vicky, would be cute as
hell if she didn't have such a serious spray tan addiction that gave her
skin an appearance, not unlike the color of canned carrots.

   "Hi, Ryan.  Grab a slice." Heather motioned toward a pizza box that was
laying on the coffee table.  I grabbed a slice and glanced around the
living room as I took a seat.

   "Mom's gonna kill you," I observed between bites.  The living room was a
mess and if I were a betting person, I would bet that the kitchen wasn't
any better.  Our mother had left us a list of things to do that morning and
it didn't look like Skye had done any of hers.

   "I'll get it clean before she gets back," Skye replied, dismissively.

   "If you say so."

   "So, Ryan," Vicky looked over at me with a calculated expression of
concern, "Skye says you broke up with Whitney?"

   "That's one way of putting it," I nodded as I took another bite of
pizza. I didn't really care to get into a discussion about my love life at
the moment and certainly not with Vicky, who had a habit of making
everything into a soap opera.

   "If you want to talk about it or whatever, let me know." The slender
blonde leaned forward, putting her hand on my knee as she gave me a smile.

   "I'm fine, but thanks."

   A piece of pepperoni suddenly hit Vicky in the cheek, startling us both.


   "Hey, skank!  That's my brother!" My sister yelled in mock anger.  Skye
acted like she was joking, but I caught a tiny hint of a warning tone in
her voice.  I knew her better than anyone and didn't think the others
noticed.

   We all laughed a bit, even though Vicky looked a bit annoyed to have her
move on me derailed.  I was grateful for the distraction and took the
opportunity to grab another slice of pizza and sit a little further from
Vicky.  She was a nice enough girl, but I wasn't interested.

   After making small talk with them while I finished my pizza, I excused
myself and went upstairs to shower.

   I wandered back downstairs a couple of hours later and found that the
girls had cleared out.  Skye had picked up the living room and was
vacuuming the carpet.  I went to the kitchen for some water and saw that
she hadn't started in there yet.  A quick glance at the clock told me she
wasn't going to have time to clean the kitchen and cook dinner before our
mother got back.

   It wouldn't take me long to help clean the kitchen, I thought.  After
all, she had brought me dinner last night.  I had gotten the lawn mowed and
trimmed the hedges before work this morning, so I was done with my list. 
Keeping busy helped keep my mind from wandering back to the break up as
well.  Then again, I could get in some quality time with the latest Fallout
game back in my room.

   Since I was off the next day from work and would have plenty of time for
video games, I loaded the dishwasher and started it.  Then I cleaned the
microwave and got started scrubbing the stove top.  I had enjoyed her
company last night and it had been a good while since we'd had a chance to
hang out and chat.  Some part of me kind of missed the days before I was
working and going to school when we were around each other all the time. 
She could be a lot of fun at times.

   Skye walked into the kitchen and surveyed what I had gotten done so far.
She was wearing black leggings and an oversized v-neck gray t-shirt that
hung far off of one shoulder exposing a pink bra strap.  I couldn't help
noticing how pretty she looked at the moment, perhaps even sexy with the
slight sheen of sweat on her brow from cleaning the living room.

   "You didn't think I could do it." She had an accusing tone, but the grin
creeping up her face gave her away.

   "No, I knew you couldn't finish in time.  There's a difference," I
laughed.

   "I still have 30 minutes before she's due back."

   "Yeah, and now you stand a prayer of actually pulling it off if we keep
at it.  I'll get the counters.  You empty the dishwasher."

   "Who died and made you king?" She folded her arms and mock glared at me.

   "I'm the oldest, and I'm the one doing the extra work.  So, I get to
dictate.  Now move your ass," I smirked.

   She got to work, purposely putting an extra and intentionally silly
shake in her ass with every movement.  It was pretty comical and we were
both laughing at her ridiculous antics.  Eventually, she got to the dishes
that were in the upper cabinets and she had to grab a stool.  When we were
younger, I had made a hobby of putting things that she often needed on top
shelves, out of her reach.

   I watched from the corner of my eye as she strained to reach something
on the very top shelf.  Even on the short kitchen stool, she had to stretch
on her tiptoes with both arms outstretched to put the casserole dish away.
Her shirt crept up above her mid-drift and her tights covered ass cheeks
squeezed together with the effort.  She definitely had a cute ass.

   "You feeling better today?" Thankfully, she wasn't facing me to see that
my eyes had locked on to her butt.

   "Oh, uh...  A little," I tried to get my thoughts back on track, having
been derailed by her curves.  Truthfully, I did feel a bit better.  Not so
much when I was by myself, but I certainly felt more like myself when I was
around Skye.  I didn't have Whitney eating away at my every thought.

   "She still calling like crazy?" Skye asked as she hopped down from the
stool.

   "Worse.  She showed up at work today and almost caused a scene," I
grumbled.  I then explained how Whitney had come to my job demanding to
speak to me and gave a long sob story about how I somehow didn't understand
what I had seen happening at her apartment.  After I managed to get her out
of the store without having a manager overhear, I told her in no uncertain
terms that I didn't want to see or hear from her ever again.

   "Wow," Skye grinned.  "I bet that must have rattled the stupid whore."

   "Well, she hasn't called at all since.  So there's that," I shrugged. 
"But it sucked because she was crying and really drug me down the rest of
the day."

   "Probably faking it for sympathy," she sneered.

   "I guess.  I never realized how full of shit she was before all this. 
Wasted so much time with her.  I feel fucking stupid about the whole thing,
to be honest."

   I was leaning back against the counter, staring absently at the tile
floor.  Skye suddenly wrapped her arms around me in a hug.

   "You're not stupid, Ryan.  She screwed up, not you."

   "Still sucks," I replied, trying my best not to choke up.  Her hug
triggered some of the hurt I'd been trying to keep pent up and I felt my
eyes watering up in response.  She was a good hugger, even if the top of
her head didn't even reach my chin.

   "Yeah," she sighed as she released me.  Her eyes moved up to meet mine
and gave me an affectionate look.

   "So what's with you and Vicky?" I asked in a bid to change the subject.

   "What do you mean?"

   "I can tell you're pissed at her.  Just curious."

   "Oh, nothing really.  She just rubs me the wrong way sometimes.  I
wasn't really angry, just kind of annoyed." She turned and went back to
cleaning.

   "I can understand that.  She's a bit much."

   "Are you interested in her?" Skye wasn't looking at me, but I caught
that tone in her voice again.

   "Not at all.  For one thing, I wouldn't want to have to clean bronzer or
whatever the fuck she uses to do that to her skin off of my stuff all the
time." I laughed.

   "I'm glad," She replied, "It would be really weird seeing one of my best
friends dating my brother."

   "Not happening."

   She nodded at me in response and moved in for another hug.

   "Thanks for helping me in here," she patted my chest and turned away.

   "No problem."

   "Now get lost so I can mop.  Mom will be home any minute."

   * * * * *

   "Oh Shit," Kevin cocked an eyebrow and stared behind me toward the bar
entrance.

   I glanced over my shoulder and inadvertently locked eyes with Whitney.
She was wearing a black party dress with heels.  Her long blonde hair was
pulled up in a loose ponytail.  It would be a lie if I tried to say that
she didn't look sexy.  That didn't mean I wanted anything to do with her.
She gave me a hopeful smile and a small wave.

   I turned back to my drink without responding and finished it in one
gulp.

   "She's heading this way," Kevin muttered under his breath.

   "Of course she is," I sighed, already pinching the bridge of my nose in
anticipation of the headache I knew was coming.

   "Want another?" He pointed at the empty whiskey glass in front of me.

   "Probably gonna need about eight of 'em."

   He smirked as he looked around for our barmaid.

   I almost held my breath waiting for Whitney to arrive.  I hadn't seen
her in several weeks and it no longer hurt to look at her.  I just didn't
want to.

   "Hi, Ryan.  Kevin."

   "Hey Whit," Kevin looked up at her and nodded.  I said nothing.

   "Can we talk?" She asked, staring at the table.

   "I've said what I had to say," I replied, coldly.

   "Just a few minutes.  Please?"

   "I guess," I sighed.  If a few minutes would get her to leave me alone,
I could spare it.

   "Kev, could you?" Whitney looked at Kevin who shrugged.

   "Let me go see if I can find our waitress," he said as he scooted out of
the booth.

   Whitney slid into his spot and set her purse on the table.

   "So what do you want?" I stared across at her as I nervously slid my
empty glass back and forth between my hands.

   "I wanted to know if you were still angry with me, but I guess that's
obvious," She slumped her shoulders.

   "I'm a lot less angry than I was.  Not being around you helped."

   "I know you're upset, but you are really blowing this out of proportion.
What you saw...  that was just sex.  That's all it was.  It has nothing to
do with how I feel about you." She slid a hand over one of mine and
flinched when I pulled away.

   "You cheated on me.  It says everything about how you feel about me," I
growled, trying not to raise my voice.

   "It was just sex, Ryan.  I'm a very sexual person.  You know that."

   "Wow," I rocked back in the booth.

   "It was something I always wanted to try, the opportunity came up and I
took it.  That's all."

   "You really don't get it," I almost laughed.

   "What don't I get?"

   It was clear that my tone irritated her.

   "This isn't about sex.  This is about trust.  I trusted you.  You
decided to be selfish and shit on it."

   "I didn't..."

   I cut her off, raising my voice this time.

   "You did!  You tell me it's something you always wanted to try but you
never asked me about it.  You didn't consider how it would make me feel,
like a normal person in a goddamned relationship would!"

   "I wasn't trying to hurt you," She reached out and tried to take my hand
again.  I let her this time.

   "You know...  If you had tried to talk to me about it, maybe things
would have been different.  Maybe it was something we could have tried. 
But now it's too late."

   "It's not too late.  I want us to try again.  I miss you."

   I sat in silence for a few moments, staring at the table as I carefully
chose my next words.  When I raised my eyes to look at her face, she smiled
a little.  In my mind, I immediately pictured her back at her apartment,
down on her hands and knees, blowing the guy while the brunette was fucking
her with the strap-on.  I breathed a sigh of relief as the words fell into
place.

   "At the end of the day, it doesn't matter anymore.  You aren't the
person I thought you were.  I thought I loved that person, and maybe that
part was my fault.  But they don't exist.  What I know now is that I can't
trust you.  And that tells me that you aren't someone that I want in my
life."

   "You really do hate me, don't you?" She grabbed a napkin from the table
and dabbed at her face.

   The way that she carefully dried her face, trying not to smear her
makeup, really rubbed me the wrong way.  It felt so calculated.  It felt
like she was trying to manipulate my emotions.  It wasn't working.

   "I don't hate you, Whitney.  I just don't want to know you anymore." I
slid out of the booth and stood next to it.

   "That's the meanest thing you've ever said to me," She said softly.

   "Good luck with...  whatever," I shrugged and walked over to the bar
where Kevin was smoking a cigarette, leaving her in the booth.

   He passed me another drink and raised an eyebrow.

   "Heard all that, did you?"

   "I'd venture most of the bar heard that," He chuckled.

   "Doesn't really matter," I muttered and took a swig of my drink.

   "Would you have done a threesome if she asked?"

   "I don't think so.  Maybe.  I don't know.  I can't see myself sharing
someone I love with someone else.  But that wasn't the point."

   He grunted in reply and snubbed the last of his cigarette out in the
ashtray.

   "I'm heading out, man.  Gonna go home, fire up the PlayStation and blow
the living shit out of something for a while."

   "I don't blame you," He replied.

   "Working tomorrow?"

   "Fuckin' always, dude."

   "See you there," I dropped a twenty in front of him to pay for my drinks
and headed for the door.

   * * * * *

   A few nights later, I was stretched out on the couch in the living room
halfheartedly watching TV when Skye came home from work.  She was talking
on her phone with someone and gave me a small wave as she dropped her purse
on the recliner across the room and headed upstairs.

   "There's food on the stove!" I called after her.  Mom had just rotated
to the night shift at the hospital, so we were left to our own devices at
the moment.  We sort of had an unspoken agreement that the first one home
from work cooked dinner on the nights that it was just the two of us.

   A short while later, just as I was beginning to doze off, she returned
to the living room carrying a bowl of pasta from the kitchen.  I noticed
she had changed into shorts and a tank top.

   "Scoot over," she motioned to the couch with her bowl.

   "There's other places to sit."

   "I can see the TV better from here." Skye let a little whine slip into
her voice.

   "Damn it," I sighed irritably, as I sat up and shifted over on the
couch.

   "So, mom's got a new boyfriend." She flopped down on the cushion next to
me and shoved a forkful of pasta in her mouth.

   "Really?" I asked, surprised.  Mom had been single for the last year or
so.  A few dates here and there, but nothing that stuck.

   "Yeah, his name's David.  She met him in the ER.  He's an EMT or
something like that."

   "Good for her," I replied and meant it.

   "I hope so.  That last guy was an asshole." Skye cut me a look.  Neither
of us thought mom had particularly decent taste in men.  She seemed to have
a thing for arrogant pricks.

   We chatted about mom's new boyfriend and other stuff while she finished
eating.  When she was done, she slid her empty bowl on the coffee table and
snuggled up against me as I slumped against the arm of the couch.

   "Excuse me?" I asked in mock irritation as she grabbed my arm and draped
it over her shoulder.

   "I'm cold.  Warm me up."

   "You could put on more clothes, you know." I rolled my eyes.

   "Yeah, but you're comfy."

   Resigned to my fate, I went back to watching the television.

   I could feel her smooth bare leg rubbing pleasantly against the side of
my calf.  My fingertips were resting on her just below the hem of her tank
top.  I wasn't trying to touch her bare flesh, this was just the position
she had placed us in.  She felt smooth and warm to my touch.  Becoming more
aware than usual of her femininity, I felt the beginnings of an erection. I
self-consciously tried to move my hand a little higher so that I would only
be holding her side above her shirt, but she muttered a protest and placed
my hand back where it was.

   I tried to focus on the TV and ignore the fact that I was starting to
get turned on by my sister.  Of course, trying to block out an
uncomfortable situation just made me think about it more.  I glanced down
at her from the corner of my eye.

   She was curled against me, her eyes closed, not watching the show.  Her
hips shifted as she adjusted her legs against me.  One of her arms was
draped halfway across my chest, causing her tank top to fold out at the
neck and I realized I was seeing right down her cleavage.  Her breasts
weren't that big, but they were large enough on her small frame to make for
an enticing view.  The black lace at the tops of her bra cups were plainly
visible down the gap her top created.  That didn't help the tightening in
my pants at all.

   "What's wrong?" Skye suddenly asked, startling me.

   'Uh...  w-what?" I stammered, resolutely staring at the television.

   "You're all tense all of a sudden.  Is something wrong?"

   "Nothing really.  Just thinking." I replied.

   "About what?" She pushed up away from me, drawing a leg up under
herself, and looked at me with concern.

   I glanced at her, my eyes involuntarily fixating on the surgery scars on
her knee for a moment.

   "About the college application I have to finish for Austin.  It's pretty
intimidating." I lied.  Truthfully, I'd finished the application earlier
today but it was all I could think of at the moment.

   It was her turn to look away.

   "I don't see why you can't finish your bachelor's degree here and go
there for grad school," she stared at the coffee table.

   "It's better for my resume to have a degree from there.  Their biology
program is far superior to what they offer here." I ran a hand through my
hair and leaned forward on the couch, grateful to be able to hide my
erection.

   "I know." She sighed, her face dissolving into a pout.

   "I'm going into a really competitive field.  I need to take any
opportunity I can to be the most promising looking graduate when I start
job hunting."

   "Yeah, but I'll never see you anymore."

   Skye's eyes clouded up and she still wasn't looking at me.  I was a
little taken aback at how much the idea of me going away for school
bothered her.

   "I'll still be around, you know.  It's only a few hours away.  I'll be
home on the weekends I'm off and holidays.  We'll still see each other."

   I reached over and ruffled her hair affectionately as if she were a
little kid.  Generally speaking, that move was a good way to risk losing a
limb, but she didn't protest.

   "It won't be the same.  I'm gonna miss you." She leaned over against me
again and I put my arm back around her.

   The flowery scent of her shampoo filled my nose.  It was a pleasant,
feminine smell that made me want to hold her more.  Not a good idea, I
thought to myself.

   "It probably won't, you're right.  But it won't be as bad as you think,
either.  Besides, if I get the scholarship I'm trying for, I will be able
to pay for everything from my paycheck when I transfer and won't have to
ask mom for anything.  That will make things easier on you guys around
here."

   "You give her almost half of your paycheck already, just like I do. 
That's not the point." She buried her face in my shoulder and I rubbed the
back of her head gently.

   "I know," I sighed.

   "I don't want to talk about this anymore tonight." I could barely hear
her mumble.

   "Okay.  Can I go take a leak?"

   Skye propped herself up on a hand and motioned for me to go.  As I
turned down the hallway, I heard her call after me.

   "Wanna play some Super Smash Brothers when you get back?"

   "Sure."

   Closing the bathroom door behind me, I quickly adjusted my cock in my
shorts and turned on the sink.  I splashed cool water on my face and stared
at my reflection in the mirror.

   "Alright, asshole.  I don't know what your problem is, but you need to
secure your shit," I told my reflection.

   Not getting laid in a few weeks was my problem, I decided.  Whitney and
I had sex all the time.  Now that she was out of my life, I wasn't used to
going without.  That's the only reason my sister should be affecting me
this much, right?  No big deal.

   Satisfied with my explanation, I flushed the toilet and resolved to give
Skye a thorough ass-kicking in Super Smash Brothers.

   Being so caught up in my thoughts worked against me, and she won most
rounds.  I endured her well deserved gloating with as much dignity as I
could muster

   * * * * *

   "Dude, what's with you?" Kevin asked as he stared dejectedly at his
microwaved pile of soggy bread, mystery meat, and something vaguely
resembling cheese.

   We were in the break room at work, having a rare lunch break at the same
time.  He'd made the mistake of buying one of the prepackaged subs from the
vending machine and was coming to terms with the error of his ways.  I
could almost smell the preservatives in the air surrounding the steaming
heap of...  whatever the fuck it was.

   "Nothing, aside from having to smell that nasty shit," I replied,
happily munching on my own lunch of some leftover chicken and wild rice
concoction Skye had whipped up last night.  It wasn't half bad and was
definitely better than the probable tumor-inducing stuff Kevin was staring
at.

   "No joke.  This smells like melted plastic and ground pig assholes," He
picked it up and took a bite.  The look on his face made me think it likely
didn't taste much better than it smelled.

   "Seriously, though." He said between bites, "you've been all quiet
lately.  What gives?"

   I shrugged.  I knew what he meant.  I had been quiet.  I'd been thinking
about my sister a lot.

   I wasn't sure, but it seemed like Skye was around more frequently in the
week or so since the incident on the couch.  It could have been that I was
much more aware of her presence than usual.  I could smell her shampoo or
perfume when we passed by each other in the kitchen.  I could feel her
warmth linger when she would give me a hug.  I found myself often thinking
about her and the feel of her skin under my fingertips when she had cuddled
against me.  I would find myself feeling slightly nervous about seeing her
when I would come home from work and then slightly disappointed if she
wasn't there.  I kept trying to ignore the thoughts that crept into my head
when I would see her in leggings or her pajamas.

   The thoughts nagged at the back of my mind constantly.  The thought that
she was beautiful, that she smelled great, that she was just out of reach
and that I shouldn't be thinking about her.  If I could just stop thinking
about her, it would probably pass.  But I kept entertaining my thoughts and
making it worse.  It pissed me off that I couldn't just let it go.

   "Just a lot on my mind, dude."

   "Anything you wanna talk about?" He asked as he wiped a bit of cheese
from his face.

   "Not really, man.  I'm just stressing about all this school shit. 
Moving.  Scholarships.  Transferring to that store." I stabbed at my food
with the fork, thinking I was getting pretty good at deflecting.  Not that
I actually wasn't worried about those things, but it seemed to be working
well for distracting people from what I was really thinking.

   "Wondering if you are going to be working with a bunch of hipster trash
over in Austin.  I get that." He smirked.

   "Yeah, there is that," I chuckled.  "But to top all of that off, my
sister is giving me shit for wanting to move away."

   "Shit, I'd haul her shit myself if my snotty bitch of a sister wanted to
move out of the house." Kevin mused.

   "Hell, I'd help you move her shit.  She's a pain in the ass.  But Skye's
not like that.  We get on well, really.  She's got me feeling kind of
guilty about it."

   "Man, you gotta do what's best for you.  You know that.  She'll be
perfectly fine.  Hell, she's an adult."

   "I know." I sighed.  I actually was feeling kind of bad about the
upcoming move, even though it was still months away.

   My phone alarm chirped telling me my lunch break was over and I hit the
dismiss button.

   "Damn, already?" Kevin asked.

   "I was in here ten minutes before you," I shrugged as I cleaned up my
stuff.

   A slim girl with dirty blonde hair that I recognized from the garden
department wandered into the room and walked over to the time clock.  She
had a cute smile, I noticed as I tossed my stuff in my locker.

   "Hey!" Kevin called after me, "we still on for drinks tomorrow?"

   "Yeah, yeah...  I'll be there."

   * * * * *

   I leaned on my pool cue and surveyed the bar while I waited on Kevin to
get back with the beer.  The place was crowded tonight, partially because
one of the more popular local bands was supposed to be playing at the club
next door.

   Kevin appeared out of the crowd and passed me a Dos Equis.  He took a
long swig of his own beer and picked up his pool cue from the table.

   "My shot, yeah?" He asked.

   I nodded as I took a hit from the bottle.

   He lined up his shot and sank it with ease.  Son of a bitch.  I may be
able to club him mercilessly at Call of Duty, but he was a far better pool
player than I would ever be.

   "So, get this...  Yesterday I check the mail after work and the Edgefest
tickets I bought to surprise Whitney with like two months ago finally
showed up.  I forgot all about them."

   "Guess you won't be bringing her now," Kevin grinned as he took his
second shot and sank it.  The bastard.

   "Nope.  Want to go?  There's like thirty-five bands playing or
something. You pay for gas and I got the tickets?"

   "Nah.  That ain't my scene.  Gonna be a bunch of that white boy guitar
stuff." He snorted.

   "You're as white as I am, dumb ass." I replied with a smirk, "and there
are some hip-hop acts playing there, too."

   "Who?"

   Kevin eyed me suspiciously from behind his beer bottle.

   "I remember Run The Jewels for sure because I want to see them.  A
couple of those mumble rap guys.  Uh..." I tried to remember the rest of
the line-up.

   "RTJ would be fun, but I'm not gonna go out there and bake in the sun
all day like a damned fool."

   "Shit," I replied.  "Man, these tickets cost me almost three hundred
bucks."

   "You should have just waded in on that orgy like I told you before. 
Then you'd still have a girlfriend to bring to that show.  But no, not
you...  You had to get all self-righteous and storm off." He grinned at me.
The perpetually horny bastard had been teasing me about this for weeks.

   "Fuck you, asshole," I laughed, "You would have done the same goddamned
thing and you know it."

   "Yeah, but it's funny watching you get tweaked about it."

   I pretended like I was going to crack him in the nuts with my pool cue
causing him to bump into a random guy and his girlfriend when he flinched
to protect himself.  Grinning to myself as he apologized to them, I took
aim for my next shot and surprised us both by sinking it.

   After finishing our game, which I lost by a wide margin, we left the
pool table to a group of guys who had been hovering around waiting for a
turn and settled into a booth.  One of the other guys from work, Scott,
showed up and sat with us.  We all bullshitted about the job for a bit
before his friends arrived and he disappeared with them.

   Kevin pivoted sideways and propped his feet up across the bench on his
side of the booth, leaning his back to the wall.  He pulled a cigarette
from his pack with practiced ease, dropping the pack on the table.

   "That shit is gonna kill you one day," I observed dryly.

   He shrugged at me as he lit it and dropped his lighter next to the pack.

   "Hey, Skye is over there with the redhead and that chick that looks like
she bathed in that spray tan bullshit."

   I looked over in the direction Kevin was pointing, and sure enough, I
spotted my sister and her friends at a booth halfway across the bar on the
far side of the pool tables.

   Skye was wearing a dark-colored cocktail dress with a white print that
extended to mid-thigh, black thigh high stockings and heels.  I was struck
by how sexy she looked as she leaned forward to suck on the straw in her
drink.

   "What's up with that redhead anyway?' Kevin asked.

   "Heather?  Uh...  She's okay, I guess.  I don't hang out with her
friends all that much, but she's always been pretty cool around me."

   "She single?"

   "I'm not sure.  I can ask.  You're interested?" I cocked an eyebrow at
him.

   "I'd like to do some very rude things with her body if that's what you
mean." He grinned at me.

   "That'd be the perfect opening line to use on her.  She'll be having to
wring her panties out in no time."

   "If only it were that simple," he replied wistfully.

   "She's going in the air force soon."

   "I'm not looking to marry her, just have an entertaining weekend or
two."

   I rolled my eyes and glanced back toward Skye's table.  A blonde guy
with a forearm tattoo was leaning down at the table talking to her.

   My chest tightened up watching them.  He was smiling at her and seemed
to be trying to buy her a drink.  She was smiling back at him, but I could
tell she was forcing it.  I'd seen her pretend to be happy enough times
over the years to know she was just being polite.

   Allowing myself a small sigh of relief, I thought about how I was
reacting.

   What was my problem?  I should be happy for her.  I mean, she had never
had a boyfriend that I knew of.  I should be encouraging her.  Instead, I
found I was feeling jealous.  What the fuck?  Feelings of guilt started
creeping up on me.  Jealous that some guy was showing interest in my little
sister?  I was being an asshole.

   But realizing I was thinking like a dick and making myself stop thinking
like a dick were two different things.  It wasn't as if I could expect her
to be single her entire life.  She just needed to stay single until I could
move to Austin and let the distance kill off these fucked up desires of
mine, I thought.  Even thinking about the future in such a way made my guts
churn.

   Blonde Guy dropped his hand to my sister's stocking covered knee.  She
flinched almost imperceptibly away from him.  She was giving him a harsh
look and said something that made him stiffen a bit.  I didn't know what it
was, but his hand withdrew back to the table.

   "So, your mom asked if she could blow me, but I told her only if she let
me nut in her nostril.  She didn't seem too into the idea, but I told her
it was a fetish of mine."

   "The fuck?" Kevin's bizarre comment cut through the noise in my skull
enough for me to look over at him, startled.

   "Ah, now I got your attention.  You've been staring a hole in the back
of that dude's skull for like ten minutes now." He smirked.  It was just
like him to make a wisecrack like that just to get a rise out of someone.
Luckily, I was mostly immune to his bullshit.  Mostly.

   "Jesus," I ran my fingers through my hair and sighed, "I'm just making
sure the prick respects my sister."

   "I gathered as much but I wasn't sure you weren't going to go kick his
ass before he had a chance to."

   "Come on, dude.  I'm not that insane," I scoffed.  "He just seems like
the type of skeevy fucker to drop shit in her drink or something."

   Kevin studied the guy with renewed interest, trying to figure out what I
saw in him that set me off.

   "If you say so.  He just looks like some random dude to me.  But if he
does try some shit, I got your back."

   I nodded in reply and reached for my empty beer bottle.  Shit.

   "Ready for another?" I asked, pointing at the empty bottle while I
actively tried not to look back at the dude attempting to hit on my sister.
I had a suspicion that I was going to need a lot of beer tonight.

   "What the hell kind of stupid ass question is that?  Of course, I am."

   When I returned with the beer, Skye and Heather were sitting at the
booth with Kevin.  Skye smiled up at me and moved over to make room for me
to sit.

   "You picked up some strays," I observed.

   "Hey, who am I to resist pretty girls?" Kevin replied taking the bottle
I handed him.

   "Vicki found a guy and we got abandoned.  So much for staying at her
place tonight." Heather sounded pretty annoyed.

   "You can stay at my place.  Mom's on nights again," Skye replied.  "I'm
sure Ryan won't care, will you?"

   She leaned close to me and hugged my arm.  I could feel her breasts
smash up against my arm and tried not to focus on how soft they were. 
Goddamn, she felt warm and inviting against me.

   "Cool with me," I shrugged, forcing myself free of her grip without
being too obvious about it.  Heather was far less annoying than Vicki.  I
never minded when she stayed over.

   Skye leaned forward and took sipped the last of her drink through her
straw.  I noticed Kevin trying to catch a peek down her dress and subtly
kicked him in the shin.  He coughed and looked away guiltily.

   "Will you get us some real drinks?  We'll pay for your next round,"
Heather asked.

   "What is that, then?" Kevin glanced at her half empty glass.

   "Coke.  Not twenty-one yet." Heather flashed the X drawn on her hand by
the doorman.

   Kevin looked at me with an amused smirk.

   "Come on, Ryan.  Please?" Skye let a little whine slip in her voice.  I
cocked an eyebrow at her as she tried to give me one of her sweetest
smiles.

   "Do you realize the mountain of shit that would descend on me like a
biblical plague if mom found out I got you drunk?  They would need to call
in a dentist to identify my body."

   "She won't find out.  Besides, we didn't say we wanted to get hammered."


   "Skye, do your feet even touch the floor in this booth?" Kevin grinned.

   "Shut up!" She retorted, trying to sound indignant.

   I craned my neck over and saw at least an inch of clearance between the
bottom of her shoes and the floor.

   "Nope," I answered Kevin with a smirk as Skye elbowed me in the ribs.

   "I could ask the bartender for a booster seat if it will help you see
over the bar better.  Maybe they wouldn't think you were twelve if they
could see more than the top of your head." Kevin offered.

   She flipped him off but couldn't hide her amusement and we all laughed.

   "So, about those drinks?" Skye turned back to me.  Heather was giving me
a pleading look while batting her eyelashes in an exaggerated fashion.

   "One round." I held up a finger and foolishly uttered those famous last
words, "That's it.  I'd like to at least survive long enough to graduate."

   Several rounds later, a waitress interrupted one of Kevin's long-winded
work stories about a customer that had nearly driven him to homicide in
order to clear the bottles from the table.  I had quit drinking by now in
order to stay sober enough for the drive home.  Skye was quite buzzed at
this point and leaning on me as she laughed at Kevin's antics.  Heather
excused herself to go to the bathroom.  Kevin watched her ass as she walked
away.

   "You don't have to be so obvious, you know," Skye gave him a dirty look.

   "Whatever, squirt."

   "You'd have more girlfriends if you didn't act like such a perv all the
time," she replied, picking absently at the half-eaten tray of nachos in
front of her.

   "I can get laid any time I want." Kevin cut his eyes at her.

   "Sure, I just thought you may want to not have to pay her by the hour
once in a while," Skye shrugged, causing us all to laugh.

   "Did you ask her about the show?" Kevin motioned toward my sister with
his beer.

   "What show?" She asked.

   "That big ass concert out in Edgerton.  This moron bought tickets for it
then dumped Whitney before he had a chance to use 'em.  Now he's trying to
find someone to go with."

   "Don't talk about that whore around me.  I'm glad he dumped her skank
ass." She spat bitterly.  I could feel her stiffen next to me in
irritation.

   Kevin started laughing as he rocked back in his seat, the alcohol having
made him more animated than usual.

   "Jesus, she holds a grudge, eh?"

   "You should have heard her when I first told her about it.  I thought
she was going to hunt her down in the street." I said with a small grin. 
We had always been there for each other, but I was still a bit surprised by
how much venom Skye had for Whitney.

   "Anyway, I bet Skye would go with you." He shrugged.

   "I've never been to a concert.  I'd love to go!" She bounced a little
next to me causing her breast to slide along my arm.  Was that a nipple I
felt?  My dick stirred at the thought.

   She pulled her phone out and started typing away on it.  Before long she
had pulled up the list of bands that were playing and reading names aloud,
seeming to get more excited with each name she spoke.

   "Holy shit, I love The Raveonettes!  Oh my god, Future Islands?  This is
gonna be so much fun!"

   Kevin spread his hands out in front of him with a shit eating grin on
his face.

   "See?  Problem solved."

   "Seems so," I replied, trying to hide how conflicted I was about this
development.

   I wasn't entirely sure how I felt about taking her with me, given my
increasingly confusing feelings.  But Kevin had already opened the door for
this and now Skye seemed too excited about it to shut her down.  I'd have
to be a world class asshole to tell her she couldn't go because her piece
of shit brother was falling for her and didn't want to make it worse by
spending a lot of time alone with her.

   Heather returned and slumped into the booth, looking a little green.

   "Somebody hit their limit," Kevin chuckled.

   "Screw off," she mumbled and laid her head down across her folded arms.

   Skye immediately switched into nurturing mode, despite being buzzed, and
started trying to take care of her.

   I rolled my eyes at Kevin, who just grinned back at me.  I was beginning
to have a growing suspicion that my earlier thought that I never minded
when Heather spent the night was about to come back to haunt me.

   A few minutes later, Kevin made the mistake of getting me into a
discussion about how potentially invasive some of the plants were that we
sold in the garden center at work and was enduring a lengthy speech on the
topic when Skye declared that it was time to get Heather home and asked if
I were ready to go.  Kevin looked almost relieved.

   I helped load her into the backseat of my car where she laid her head
down in Skye's lap with a groan.

   "If you need to throw up, get out and do it now," I warned her, holding
the car door open.

   "M'fine," Heather mumbled, not looking at all fine.

   I shut the car door with a sigh, hoping the girl wouldn't puke in my
car. I knew I shouldn't have let them drink, damn it.

   When we stopped at a red light midway home, Heather suddenly bolted from
the car and dropped to her knees behind some bushes.  Skye scrambled out
after her, cursing as she went.  I pulled the car around into the deserted
parking lot and got out to check on them.  We loaded her back in the car
and got her the rest of the way home.

   I helped Skye get Heather in the bathroom to clean up and went back
downstairs to the kitchen, looking for something to snack on.  There
weren't any leftovers at the moment and I sure as hell didn't feel like
cooking at two in the damned morning.  Apathy and laziness made my decision
for me and I poured myself a bowl of cereal.

   No sooner had I settled in at the kitchen table than Skye passed through
and into the laundry room.  I got up and followed her, carrying my cereal,
intending to tell her to keep Heather away from mom in the morning until
she didn't look as hungover as I expected her to.

   What I saw in the laundry room froze me in my tracks.  My sister was
facing away from me, pulling her dress over her head.  Her shapely ass was
on display, covered only by the tiny fabric triangle at the top of her
thong underwear.  Despite being so short, she had a beautiful ass and her
legs looked amazing in the thigh high stockings she was still wearing.  The
sensual curve of her slender back came into view as the dress lifted,
revealing even more of her pale and flawless skin.  She was wearing a lacy
black bra, but she hadn't turned in such a way that allowed me to see her
breasts at all.

   I watched in rapt attention as her hair fell back down into place when
the dress pulled free of her head.  Even that tiny detail seemed
indescribably sexy to me at that moment.  She stepped up on the stool in
front of the washing machine, dropped the dress in, and bent forward
slightly to adjust the controls.  Her firm looking little bubble butt, now
even more on display for me, called out for me to feel it's delightful
firmness.  Even though she had long given up gymnastics, her body was still
toned to near perfection.  My cock was so hard that it hurt at the sight of
her.  This was more of her body than I had ever seen exposed before and it
was glorious.

   Skye grabbed a shirt from on top of the dryer and pulled it on, her
smooth shoulders disappearing from sight.  I almost whined in protest when
the hem of the shirt fell to her hips, almost, but not entirely, covering
her ass.  Jesus, I wanted her so badly at that moment that I had to fight
the urge to step forward and put my arms around her.

   The sound of the washing machine starting snapped me out of my trance
just in time for her to turn and see me.  She jumped a little, clearly
startled, and suddenly blushed.

   "I thought you were in the kitchen.  You scared me."

   "I...  uh..." Fuck.  My mouth forgot how to work all of a sudden.

   "You okay?" She looked amused.  No doubt, I looked pretty damned stupid
standing there with a bowl of cereal in one hand, staring blankly at her as
my mouth wouldn't form words.

   "Yeah.  Shit.  Sorry.  I blanked out a second." I blurted as my brain
finished its reset sequence or whatever the fuck was going on up there.

   "Did you need something?" She smiled up at me, her eyes looking tired
and still a bit glassy from the alcohol.

   That question was a trap if ever I heard one.

   "Yeah, sorry.  I just wasn't expecting you to be changing clothes in
here.  Kind of threw me off."

   "Yeah, well, I wasn't expecting Heather to puke tequila on my dress
either." She blushed again.

   "When the hell did she get tequila?" I was trying with all my might to
keep my eyes on her face and not focus on the couple of inches of exposed
flesh between the tops of her stockings and the bottom hem of her shirt. 
She looked sexy as hell.

   "Kevin ordered it for her when you were in the bathroom."

   "That son of a bitch," I muttered.  I would have to have words with him
about that shit.

   "So what did you want?"

   "To tell you to keep her the hell away from mom in the morning until she
doesn't look as hungover as she is gonna be.  I mean it.  I don't want to
catch a ton of shit for letting you two drink."

   "I'd be in as much trouble as you would."

   "I have my doubts about that," I grumbled, making an effort to sound
more irritable than I was feeling.

   Skye crossed the distance between us in three graceful strides, her
stockings allowing her to glide up to me without making a sound.  Her arms
wrapped around me in a hug as she turned her head to the side, resting it
against my chest.

   "Don't worry, I'll keep her away from mom.  Thank you for putting up
with her tonight.  With both of us."

   I used my free arm to return her hug, trying not to spill my bowl of
cereal in the other.

   "It's no big deal.  We all gotta let loose once in a while."

   She leaned up on her tip toes and gave me a kiss on the jaw.  Her lips
seemed to linger against my skin just the tiniest bit longer than they
should have.  Just long enough for me to wonder if she was dragging the
kiss out longer on purpose or not.  Then she slipped past me, graceful as a
cat, and moved back toward the staircase.

   My eyes stayed locked on the bottom curves of her tight looking ass
peeking out from beneath her shirt as she ascended the stairs and
disappeared from view.  I went to my room, locked the door, and jerked off
to memories of what I'd seen.  If there was a hell, I no doubt that I was
going there for sure based on the thoughts going through my head.

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   End of Part One.

   to be continued....
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