The Man Who Would Pay - 8
The flat wasn't big. But it was smart. Modern, in a sought-after part of the town. Three bedrooms. That was ideal. Personal space for each of us, and one for... entertaining. I preferred to go to their homes, or a hotel, but having a backup seemed a good idea.
It was the top apartment of three and importantly, each had a private entrance away from the others. No peeking eyes to see any potential visitors.
"You have to keep it tidy."
Daniel looked innocent.
"Oh come on. I've seen your bedroom remember? Clothes strewn everywhere and week-old pizza boxes under the bed. No wonder Mum refused to clean up after you."
Mum loved the idea that we were getting along better. She had no idea how much better that was becoming, and I hoped she never would.
"It's a teen thing."
"You're nineteen. You can leave that behind."
"Still ends in teen.
Do I get to use the special room as well?"
"You got clients?"
"No. But I might want Sally Newman to visit."
I know it shouldn't have, but hearing Sally's name sent a fresh rush of jealousy through me. One of the hardly spoken truths of why we'd moved in together was so we could continue our illicit relationship. But I also had to be honest. We had never talked about it. It was just one of those things that was too awkward to discuss. 'It's complicated' is a much-used description of difficult relationships. Never had it been so true.
"Fair's fair," Daniel said.
I nodded. I couldn't exactly open my legs for every Tom, Dick and Harry and not expect him to at least want one girlfriend who didn't blow hot and cold toward him as I did. It just hurt that his attraction was emotion-driven. What it was for me was... Well, I didn't know. Raw sex? Money? Freedom? And what was Daniel to me? It was another 'it's complicated'.
I accepted that Sally was going to be a fact of life.
"If you must. But change the sheets after."
We hadn't done anything in the ensuing weeks since our heated discussion. But we both knew why we were doing this. We wouldn't be able to control ourselves. It'd happen again regardless of Sally hovering in the background, or any moments of sanity I had. By moving out of home we were negating the danger of being caught. Making it easier to share a bed.
Not speaking about having sex with one another hadn't stopped us from silently putting into place the opportunities for it to happen. It was an embarrassment we couldn't quite bring ourselves to address. Or at least I couldn't. Daniel seemed much more at ease with it. I never once saw the internal struggle on his face that pervaded mine whenever I looked at him. He just seemed to have an expectant look. One of waiting.
Perhaps I should have expected he would still seek his comfort with Sally Newman, or elsewhere. I was shagging guys every other day now and I wasn't putting out for him, so I could hardly complain.
Fair enough. I'd accept him riding Sally. There couldn't be a real future between us so I should accept he had to get out there and gain experience. But I also knew that without the danger of discovery, we'd fuck again. My sex drive was insatiable. And Daniel was a horny teenager that needed to empty his sack at least twice a day. A box of Kleenex wasn't going to compete with Sally Newman's tits, or even my little offerings when I finally weakened.
I'd told Mum and Dad I had a new job. I had, of sorts. I'd resigned from my sales clerk job and was living on my immoral earnings full-time.
It was just temporary, I told myself. I'd have some fun, then look for a real job and be normal again. But it was just so easy. I had a few repeat clients, one still being Lawrence with his strange ways, and no shortage of new ones. The money was real and I saw no sense in continuing with the illusion that it didn't matter.
Daniel was kind of my business partner. He was still keeping up his studies, but he looked after my website, giving it constant refreshes, changing the photos and altering the spiel. He also vetted my bookings and helped me avoid the weirdos. His was the phone number on instant dial if anything bad happened.
The flat being near Daniels College was the perfect excuse for him coming to live with me. Now it was just a matter of who made that first move. I suspected it would be me regardless of how much I pretended it was wrong.
I got the strangest request the week after we moved in. An enquiry from a middle-aged woman. She even sent a photo. Not bad looking at all. Almost as old as mum, but fit. Not that my mum wasn't, but I hadn't sunk so far down the incest route that I was looking at shagging my parents. Nor was I considering branching out into the lesbian trade. Except... she had asked if I had a partner. Intrigued, I'd replied, asking what exactly she required.
Oh yeah. I had an idea.
"Daniel," I shouted.
He came wandering out of his room in his boxer shorts and nothing else. I glanced him up and down with that ever-nagging hunger at the back of my head.
"Don't you ever get dressed?"
"What for? It's only more washing."
It was me doing it, so I didn't argue that one. Besides, I liked looking at him. He looked fitter and more manly every day.
"I thought the idea was that we could do a lot more... undressing?" He went on.
"You do. Your cock is on display every morning when you make coffee.
I'm... still thinking about it." I added quietly.
I was more distracted by the new message on my screen right at that moment.
"How do you fancy a threesome?"
He looked at me as if I'd just offered to suck his cock. No, that analogy didn't work. Not anymore. But there was definite shock.
I zoomed in on this woman's picture.
"She wants a couple."
"Hmm. Not sure she meant brother and sister."
"We won't be mentioning that. But would you? She's fit. What do you think?"
"She's old."
I looked again. I didn't see old. I saw a sophisticated woman with dark hair and a nice smile. She wasn't fat or anything and she looked like she had a nice pair of tits. Classy.
"Not into the MILF market?"
I remembered Lawrence saying he booked the occasional older woman in her forties. I doubted he'd turn this one down.
"I've never thought about it to be honest. And I never intended being a gigolo. I thought I was just here to manage the technical side."
I continued to look at her picture, wondering what it would be like to eat a woman out. Curiosity was taking hold and waking my bean.
"You are. But...
Perhaps some hands-on experience? Come on Daniel. You're a man. Any hole and all that.
Tell me you wouldn't. I dare you."
Yeah. I wanted to do this. I also decided it might be time to stop pussyfooting around our other issue. This could be the opportunity to take another dip in the taboo world of shagging my brother.
"So to get you into bed, I have to share with granny?"
"She's not a granny. Come on Daniel. Look at her. She's fucking hot.
