“No, really,” she said, suddenly self-conscious, abandoning the game. “We’re meeting some guys tonight. One of them has potential. I want to be ready. I want to be a hit.”
Dan rolled his eyes at her, just like he always did. It was one of those cute habits she loved in him, but he didn’t know what it was like to be a woman. He didn’t know what it was like to have to radiate being untouchable and accessible, both at the same time. She had to seem interestingly disinterested. She had to make it clear that she was what every guy wanted, a prudish slut. She had to make a guy think she was hard to get, or would be for almost anyone but him, because he was so special and attractive to her.
Guys were so hard to manipulate into doing what they already wanted to do. It was annoying.
Dan also didn’t seem to understand that there was always competition. A girl couldn’t just look good. If you were out with friends, then you had to be hot, hotter, hottest. Not too hot. You couldn’t look like the whore in the group. But the prettiest rose got the most bees, or at least it got them first.
“Trust me, Sis, you’ll be a hit,” Dan said, with an unconscious, appreciative leer.
“Promise? If I wind up coming home alone tonight, will you make it up to me?”
“And just how would I do that?”
Amy was feeling wicked again. Her self-conscious mood had already passed. She loved teasing Dan. It was so easy. As smooth and as in control as he was around other girls, he frequently lost his composure around her. And as careful and as timid as she was around everyone else, she always felt comfortable and unrestrained around Dan.
“Oh, I don’t know,” she said with a half leer of her own. “I guess you’d have to show me what another guy would have done, if you hadn’t messed me up by telling me I was already hot enough.”
“Sure,” Dan said grimly. “I could get a pencil and paper and draw diagrams for you.”
“That would hardly do it,” Amy said, glowering. “No, you’d have to show me.”
“Amy, I’m your brother. Stop it.”
“I didn’t say you’d have to do it, silly. You’d have to show me.”
“How? Bring someone else home for a demonstration?”
“Yuk, no. I don’t want to see you with another woman.”
She realized that she’d let a touch of real jealousy creep into her voice. She glanced at Dan to see if he’d noticed. His face was unreadable, cast back into that sexy, stern, hard glare he used so often. She actually had to look away to compose herself, as she felt her knees start to tremble at the sight of it.
Amy wasn’t sure herself what she was saying. She wasn’t sure why she’d started this line of conversation. It had been fun a few sentences back, but it had suddenly grown awkward. She didn’t know what she was saying, or thinking. Dan did this to her sometimes. He just had that effect on her.
“You’d just have to show me, I guess,” she told him. “But without touching me. We’re bother and sister, so we couldn’t touch.”
“No, we couldn’t.”
Dan’s voice was cold, but in a funny way. It was more like he was struggling to take all emotion out of it, than that there wasn’t any there. Amy looked at him for a moment, considering.
“Well, I’ve got to go. Have you found what you want?” she asked, abruptly changing the subject and glancing at her pile of CDs.
“What? No! You haven’t given me a chance.”
“Well, hurry up. Or better yet, just let yourself out. You have your keys, lock up when you leave,” she said, hurrying over to the door in tiny, high-heel safe, tight-skirt constricted steps.
As she stepped out into the hall, she glanced back at Dan to see him looking at her. She knew he’d be stealing a glimpse of her ass. It made her feel good, confident, as she headed out for the hunt.
* * *
Amy fumbled awkwardly with the keys to her apartment door, feeling a bit dizzy. The cool night air had made her feel more sober than she really was, but the sudden warmth of the stale building hallway brought the mind clouding sensations back in force.
She leaned her head against the door for a moment, trying to gather her wits, then looked back at the key ring. She systematically picked out the bolt key, put it in the lock, and turned. It didn’t budge. At first she thought she’d turned it the wrong way in her confused state. When she thought about it more, she realized that she’d used the key the correctly. It was just already unlocked.
A moment of panic hit her, thinking that someone had broken in again. Then she realized her foolish brother must have forgotten to set the bolt. She’d been ripped off enough times that it really bothered her. She angrily put the other key in the doorknob, turned it, and whipped into the room, quickly closing the door behind her.
Without bothering to turn on the lights, she flipped her heels off, first and foremost eager to release her feet from their torturous prison. In the same moment she reached back to unzip her damn dress. It was sexy, but it was too tight and confining, and ultimately it was a failure, too. All that sex appeal came at an annoying price, and it hadn’t even paid off. She was alone. Again. The guy was a jerk. They were all jerks.
She shimmied hurriedly out of the dress and slip both, letting them simply fall to the floor, right at the doorstep, in a heap. Only then, once completely naked and free, did she walk towards her bedroom, while reaching up to remove one earring.
It was dark, but the city’s distant streetlights feebly lit the room unevenly with a dim, oddly faded, orange glow. After taking only two steps, she suddenly knew that she wasn’t alone in the room. Her heart raced, but the rest of her froze. Someone, someone large, moved on the couch, sitting up, facing her. She half turned back toward the door, wondering if she could get there and open it quickly enough to get out.
It took a moment to realize the guy on her couch was Dan.
* * *
Dan put his hands to his face, rubbing it fiercely, trying to wake up. He groggily took in the dark room, his sister near the door, and the four empty bottles on the low table in front of him. He squinted his eyes shut one more time, before opening them wide.
Amy was naked, he realized with a shock. She stood, frozen in an awkward pose, with two hands to one ear, and her head tipped to that side. Soft light fell on her breasts, accentuating the dark creases beneath them, where they curved evenly away from her body, up to nicely pointed, pale nipples. Her legs were partly spread, as if she’d stopped in mid stride, so that while he couldn’t clearly see her pubic hair in the dark, the gap between her legs was wide and obvious, and tempting.
Dan hurriedly put one hand across his brow, although only after he knew he had looked at her for far too long.
“Sorry, Sis. I didn’t mean to fall asleep. It got kind of boring, and I think I drank too many beers.”
“What are you still doing here?”
Her tone was angry. He peeked under his hand to see that she’d moved her arms to cover her breasts, but did nothing to hide the rest of her. He immediately retreated further behind his fingers, squeezing his eyes shut for good measure.
“I forgot your keys,” he told her. “I thought I had them, but I didn’t, and I didn’t want to leave your place unlocked.”
“You could have called my cell,” Amy admonished.
“No. You acted like the evening was important to you. I didn’t want to wreck it for you. It was no big deal.”
“It was a big deal. You wasted your whole evening. And as it turned out, I wasted mine, too.”
Her tone had softened. She was still angry, but at least now it wasn’t aimed at him.
“You can open your eyes,” she said into his darkness.
Dan lowered his hands and looked at her, only to see that she was still naked. She’d returned to the task of removing the earring, leaving her breasts exposed to him again. He forced his eyes up to meet hers as quickly as he could. Only when he met her eyes, her face strangely expressionless, did she turn to head into her bedroom.
“I’ll be right out. I just have to get all of this worthless jewelry off,” she said, her tone still annoyed.
Dan set about gathering up his beer bottles, guiltily feeling that he shouldn’t have had so much of it at her expense. A part of his mind wondered why she’d let him see her naked, but he shook the thought away as unimportant. She was just his sister. It wasn’t that big of a deal.
The incongruous image of Amy, nonchalantly standing naked before him, came vividly, unsolicited back into his mind. He wasn’t sure what had gotten into her. It was out of character for her, unless she’d become so accustomed to his being around that she’d lost all pretense of modesty. He didn’t think he could remember ever having seen her naked, even as kids. Not that he hadn’t tried, on occasion.
For Dan, she wasn’t just “his big sister.” She was far too much of a woman for that. He felt an erection growing as he worked the memory of her body over in his mind, trying to recall every thing he’d seen, every detail. She was simply too good looking. He’d imagined himself with her any number of times, and felt no shame for having done it. He’d challenge any guy to have her as a sister and not do the same thing.
Her breasts were not only large, but also firm. Her long, perfectly straight blond hair had fallen partially in front of her shoulders, reaching just down past her nipples. They had been hard to see, in the dark, but seemed to be larger than half dollars, and only slightly darker in color than her smooth flesh.
He’d been so focused on her breasts, trying to see them without visibly taking his eyes off of hers, that he hadn’t taken in much more. He did retain the impression of her overall curves, with a taught, narrow waist above hips that bowed outward nicely, then back into strong, shapely legs. It was almost like looking at a living centerfold, he thought. It was too much like looking at a centerfold.
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