My sister was still asleep when I got up and quietly showered, dressed, and left for work. I thought of what we'd done during the entire drive to my office and found myself hugely distracted all morning. I struggled to keep my mind on my work because images of my sister sucking my cock and then riding me kept coming back and haunting me. How could I have let her do that? I was a monster. Mom and Dad would kill me.
At lunch, I went out with Manny, my supervisor. I told him my sister was living with me for the summer.
"Is she hot?" he asked.
I grimaced. "I didn't notice," I said.
In fact, she was very hot. With wavy dark hair and bright blue eyes, huge breasts and long legs, she was the epitome of a hot woman. I sure as hell didn't want my boss thinking about her that way.
"Invite me over," he said. "I'll let you know whether she's a dog or not."
"She's not a dog," I said.
He laughed. "So, you did notice. How tall is she?"
"I don't know," I said. "About here." I raised my hand so it was level with my nose. I was six-one, so that put her at probably five-ten in her heels, so maybe five-seven or five-eight without the shoes.
"She's tall then," Manny said. "I love tall bitches. Does she go for older men?"
"I'm not introducing you to my sister," I said. "Just forget it."
He smirked. "I'm not looking to be your brother-in-law. But if she's a co-ed on summer break, she's probably looking for a little action, if you catch my drift. Something short term."
"What would your wife think of that?" I asked.
"God, Jacob. You are such a killjoy. Who put that rod up your ass? Live a little, man. That's an order."
Of course, part of the reason I always had so much work was that Manny didn't carry his fair share and dumped it on me. I worked overtime so he could come in late and leave early. I glared at him, but he didn't notice, or, at least, pretended not to notice.
"Tell your sister to meet us for lunch tomorrow," he said. "I want to check her out."
"Right," I said.
"I'm serious," he said.
"I know," I said. "I will."
* * *
All afternoon, I thought alternately about Manny's conversation and about Linda fucking me. The thought of her doing something with my boss made me ill. Was I jealous? I'd never been in a position remotely like this before.
I decided it was really none of my business who Linda did what with. Except...she'd kind of made it my business.
I stopped for dinner on my way home late and didn't get to our townhouse until after eight. I opened the door with a heavy heart. My sister was on the couch in the living room, wrapped in a pink fuzzy throw I was sure wasn't mine and watching television. She turned to look at me and her face was unreadable.
"Hi," was all I could think to say.
"Hi," she said. "You're home late."
"Yeah," I said. "Sorry. I had a lot of work to do."
I didn't know why I was apologizing. She had no business waiting for me. She wasn't my girlfriend. Or, was she?
The image of her sucking my cock flashed into my head and I fled the room and ran upstairs. She followed me, right into my room. I took my suit coat off and hung it up, then fiddled with my tie. She came to me and took over, undoing my tie smoothly and sliding it off my neck. She was in a tight white tank top that showed off her nipples and the dark circles around them, as well as very short shorts that left most of her legs uncovered. She was barefoot and still smelled like peppermint and milk chocolate.
