Damn, I'm late, Jack thought.
He looked at the old sweep hand clock with the dusty frame that had been nailed to the wall over the front entrance of the HandiValu discount store for as long as anyone could remember.
The clock read 9:05 am.
Five minutes had past since the turn of the hour, but they could just as well have been five years.
He was toast and he knew it. Crissy, the girl at the checkout counter, knew it too. She looked over at Jack and her pretty freckled face broke into a smirk.
Jack glared back at her. He couldn't stand Crissy. She was a hot looking college coed of twenty with what looked like a good body under her plain HandiValu uniform, but he would likely never know for sure. He'd asked her out a couple of times and she'd always said no. She was always busy. She had exams to study for, essays to write. She just didn't want to see him.
And she was there to see his lowest moment after a night of triumph.
Bitch.
He wiped the sweat from his forehead. He'd ran the distance from home to the store and most days, that would've been enough. Not today, though. Not today.
"Jack, you look like hell."
Jen, the store manager, stormed down an aisle toward him. Her face was livid.
"Sorry," was all Jack could say.
"Sorry isn't good enough. Get to my office."
And so Jack did. Jack sat down in the guest chair in front of her old metal desk. Jen didn't sit. She stood before him. If nothing else, Jack thought, she still looks pretty good. Even though Jack was twenty-one, he found his fiftyish boss highly attractive. She had short black hair streaked with gray. She was tall and had a slender figure. She loved wearing tight jeans that showed off her good legs and today, Jack noted, was no different. He glanced quickly at her crotch. Yes, that characteristic indentation was there. At least he would see that.
Hands on trim hips, Jen started her spiel. "You know we have zero-tolerance for lateness in this store, Jack. If you'd only just been here a few months or if you had any previous infractions, I'd have no choice but to fire you. You're lucky. I'll only write you up and suspend you for the day. Let it be a lesson to you. You've been here two years and you're reliable and I need you, but I can't be seen to tolerate lateness. Understand?"
"Yes."
"I'll fill out the record of conversation form for you to sign."
She strode over to a filing cabinet and knelt down to open the lowest drawer. Jack sneaked a quick peek. Her shirt had rode up and the waist of her jeans had crept down just enough to expose a healthy glimpse of lower back and upper posterior, not to mention the beginnings of a sexy, pear-shaped ass. And, as Jack always had suspected, she wore nothing underneath her body-tight jeans.
Jen returned to the desk and quickly filled out the form. She had Jack sign it and she tore off the copy at the bottom for him to keep. She flung the door open and waited for him to leave.
Just for a moment, Jack saw a memorable sight. Jen stood with one arm extended to keep the door open and her other arm crooked with her hand resting on her hip. Her beautiful legs were scissored wide apart and that indentation was proudly open for show. Her face glowed with a film of perspiration and the faintest trace of stiff nipple showed through her tight-fitting blouse.
"You look like you must've really been through the grinder last night, Jack, partying or something. Take care of yourself. Get some rest for today and come back tomorrow, ready and fit for work. Don't let your private life mess up your job, okay?"
"Okay," Jack said passing through the door. And just as he did so, something brushed against his ass. He looked back at Jen quickly enough to see her draw her hand back.
She smiled and slammed the door on him.
As Jack walked down the aisle, heading to the front door, he knew that Jen understood what kind of "grinding" he'd been up to. Hell, she must've known about him methodically screwing every college age cashier in the place except for Crissy, so it wouldn't take much for her to guess what he'd been doing. If only she knew , though, whom the grinding had been with last night!
Crissy smirked at Jack again as he left the store, but what did he care? He had a day to relax from last night and another night of...
It was too good to be true.
Jack took his time walking home in the humid, sunny morning. When he got back, he went upstairs and retreated to his bedroom. He took off his clothes and reclined his taut, muscular body on his bed. The sheets were still rumpled and a light odor of sweat and sex hung in the room, faint traces of his gloriously hot early morning fuck with his beautiful and curvy twenty-eight-year old sister Irene. He breathed in deeply as his hand went to his cock.
I'll find something good to wank to, he thought, rising from the bed to turn on the computer.
He went to the erotic social networking site where he had uploaded some pictures of Irene.
When he first went to the site about two years before, he'd uploaded a picture of Irene he had taken secretly while she sat on a lawn chair in the back yard, her legs parted and her shorts riding up to her most private place. He had identified her as his girlfriend and the pic had caused a sensation on the site. Today, just before he left for work, he had uploaded two new shots of his "girlfriend".
He was careful to make sure Irene's face was hidden in both shots. One showed her lying back over the edge of the bed with her legs spread, her fingers inside her pussy. The other showed a picture of her D-cup tits, freshly glazed with a load of come he had wanked on to her moments before he took the picture.
The pictures had only been on the site for barely two hours and already twenty people had commented on them. Everybody loved them and raved about how hot and sexy they were.
Just reading the comments made Jack stroke his cock. He felt the surge of seed growing in him and stopped.
He wanted something special to wank into. He didn't just want to come all over himself.
He walked down the hall to his sister's room. He went inside and quickly saw what he was looking for.
The thong Irene had been wearing when she fucked him this morning lay coiled, snake-like and enticing, on the carpeted floor.
He picked it up.
The crotch was still sticky with her love juices.
A hot wave of mouth-drying, body-wracking desire burned through him. There was no way he could make it back to his room now. He simply draped the thong over the head of his cock, and without having to touch it, the come burst from him and joined his sister's juices on the thin fabric.
