Ann and I bounded down the stairs like a couple of giddy high school kids. I was surprised to find Tina already in the kitchen dressed in a simple t-shirt and boxer shorts, a far cry from her 'fuck me' dress from yesterday, but chomping on what looked to be saltine crackers.
"Good morning!" she said cheerily to the two of us, "I was just eating some breakfast!"
Ann and I looked at each other and laughed out loud. I looked back at Tina, "I guess you are going to learn how we do things around here...Ann get on the pancakes, I'll get started on the omelets, Tina's going to learn what breakfast is all about in our house."
Smirking at Tina, she just tossed what was left of her cracker into the sink and sat down at the table and rested her head on her arms, beginning to watch us both work to make our traditional big breakfast. Ann and I did this most weekends, and holidays when we both had time, or after any morning we had a marathon sex session and needed to refuel before heading to work.
As the plates of food arrived onto the table the three of us began eating and talking. We spoke with Tina frankly about yesterday's activities, and laid down our ground rules. She came up with a few of her own, which I was actually impressed with; as Ann mentioned, she was taking some ownership of her own accountability, this was a good sign that this arrangement might just work out.
After finishing breakfast I headed outside, hooked up the covered trailer to my truck and headed back in for Tina. We were going to spend the morning emptying her apartment and breaking her lease early. She'd now changed into a pair of tight and very short jean shorts, which showed off her legs and ass nicely. I didn't dare stare, but I enjoyed helping her into the truck just the same.
Ann was standing in the garage as we left, "Hey stud!" she called out..." remember our ground rules..." she smiled at me and winked, letting me know she knew this was an adjustment, and that she trusted me. I'm not sure if Ann fully realized how badly I wanted to fuck her sister. Her being hot was a given, but Ann was like a wild minx in the bedroom, and part of me wanted to see if Tina was the same! She and I spending time alone together was dangerous, but I was determined to make it work.
Tina and I spent the morning as we had planned loading all her things into the trailer; she had less stuff than I originally had thought. We shared most of the heavy lifting, and Tina took care of boxing up the small stuff. It fit easily into the trailer in just a couple hours. After a short break to grab a soda, we headed over to the office to break her lease.
As I crossed the parking lot I realized this place was really a dump. The grass had not been mowed in a month, the bushes needed trimming. There was trash piled up next to the dumpsters, broken windows on a fair number of apartments. As we passed the pool it was only about half full, and the water was a murky black-green mess, no doubt harboring all kinds of disease. Even the parking lot had potholes in it large enough to swallow a small hybrid car. The office door was swung open; the lock had been recently ripped out of the door during an apparent break in.
The girl in the office was in already in a bad mood. She stated how that if we wanted to break the lease early we'd have to pay the remainder of months on the lease, and forfeit Tina's $500 deposit she'd paid only a month ago.
I surveyed the room, noting the inside of the office looked in about as much disrepair as the rest of the complex. "I tell you what Sonja," I started, noting her name plate on her desk. "How would you feel if I told you I could make 1 phone call to a judge, and close personal friend of your tenant here, and close this place down for months while the necessary repairs are made? Then have my firm represent your other 300 tenants in a class action lawsuit against you for criminal negligence and failure to provide adequate housing. How about we just tear up her contract, you can keep the deposit, and we call it even?" I stared at her coldly, unmoving, and unwavering my gaze. Tina looked back and forth between the two of us. Sonja was smart and didn't push it; she guessed I was holding all the right cards.
"You folks have a nice day now," she said with a false smile crossing her face.
I took Tina's elbow and turned her around and walked right out the door. When we got back to the truck, I opened up my checkbook and wrote Tina a check for $500. Handing it to her I said, "I probably could have gotten this back for you too, but I didn't want to give her our address to mail the check, so take this..." but she refused pushing my hand away, "I already owe you rent Scott!"
