Going travelling for a little bit so wrote three stories in quick succession and this is the third one of those. This is the shortest one, just a little bit of fun. A stroker, as they call it. I'm taking a few half finished stories with me on the trip and might finish some if the mood strikes, but it's more likely that this will be my last release until sometime in about mid December.
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"Your sister had a boy here last night."
I stopped in my tracks, desperate for the tea. Whatever I had been planning to do was pushed to the back of my mind as I joined my mother at the kitchen island, pulling up a stool and fishing for details. "Who was it?"
"I don't know." said Mum, who was pouting. "Callum or something."
"I don't think I know him."
"He's the third different boy this week."
"Sorry,
what?
" I almost screamed. The tea was now piping hot and completely unprecedented. My little sister Isla is 18 now and that's not an unusual age to start bringing boys home, but no way, not her. I couldn't fathom that she would do it in such an overt way either. "What happened?"
"I don't know." Mum said, her tone almost melancholic. "She just introduces me to them and then takes them to her room. I don't know if anything has been happening and if it has they were really quiet about it but it's not like her and it's worrying me. She's got her exams soon. She needs to stay focused."
"Well, she is 18 now." I said, but Mum wasn't going to fold.
"She can be 18 and promiscuous in a few months' time. She's got the whole summer to relax before university but she needs to get into university first." she mumbled, leaning onto the countertop. Mum has never been particular controlling, and she's liberal when it comes to sex. She never stood in my way. It's different with Isla because she's special. She's got a big brain and a lot of potential.
"She's going to get in, Mum." I assured her. "You don't lose your genius from a little bit of kissing."
"It depends who you kiss."
I laughed, and she managed one too. "I could have done with you back here but you were off gallivanting with the current boyfriend of the week."
"It was a month actually." I teased her. Like I said, she doesn't judge. She is fine with me going out and having my fun and trusts I can keep myself safe. I'm not as smart as my sister but I am doing alright for myself. "We broke up anyway."
"Imagine my surprise. Maybe you should stop dating guys in their 30's."
"How could I help you from here anyway?"
"You could get in the way and intrude on their space in a way that I can't. Maybe steal a boy off her." she said, posing the idea seriously, it seemed.
"I'm not stealing my sister's boyfriends, even if she does have three of them."
Mum melodramatically fainted into the cold marble, moaning about the three guys who had potentially stained her baby girl's room in sin in the last week alone. "You need to keep an eye on her, honey, please. Just until her exams are through." she moaned, much to my amusement.
I leaned back on my stool as she basked in her pity, hearing the light stomping of feet down the stairs. I could see right through to the front door from my position, watching as Isla came into view and tried to hook her keys quietly off the rack. She was almost all thighs, wearing a tiny skirt, knee high socks and a white blouse. I almost fell off my stool. Maybe our mother was onto something.
She checked behind herself before opening the door and clocked my watching eyes. She froze for a second, before giving me a silent wave and opening the front door. A second later she was gone.
I wanted to let her go and do her thing and blossom into the adult she now was but sneaking out was only going to worry our parents. In attire like that, it worried me a little too. "How would you feel if I told you that Isla just snuck out the front door in a mini skirt?" I asked, still entertained by the surprise of her turn to the dark side. Mum reanimated instantly, scurrying across the house to a front window and peering out.
"You have to go after her!" she yelled as I made my way over, stealing a glance through the blinds and watching the naughty schoolgirl climb into her new car.
"What do you want me to do? Fly?" I said, but Mum was a step ahead of me.
"Take your dad's car." she said, trying to hurry me out the door before I had even agreed. "Just follow her. See where she is going and make sure she is safe. You don't have to bring her home but I need to know what is going on with her."
She had me the second she gave me the keys to my father's Porsche. I had only driven it a couple of times under his supervision. My own car was in the shop because I drove it into a lamppost. Dad would be thrilled to know I had the keys to his favourite child right about now. Isla was close to pulling out of the drive, so I was getting rushed more by the second.
"Drive safe." Mum yelled as I hurried to chase after my little sister.
"What if she doesn't drive safe?" I shouted back. "Can I speed too?"
Mum only scowled back, waving me off. I stalled on my first attempt to pull out, hoping she hadn't seen me dishonour myself like that. Thankfully Isla wasn't too far ahead of me and I managed to keep my distance as she headed in the direction of town.
My plan of action was simple. If it looks insane or dangerous, step in. Literally anything else was cool with me. I couldn't stop the girl from going into some guys' house and playing dress up for him. I could stop her from--I don't know--going into a sex club and getting gangbanged.
The drive took a little over 20 minutes. One badly timed red light in a maze of sudden turns almost knocked me off her trail, but the scent of sin was strong and I wasn't letting her get away from me. I followed her into a free parking lot (thank fuck!) and continued my mission on foot. She was wearing a long coat over her outfit. It must have been waiting in the car for her because she definitely didn't leave with it in her hands. A smarter slut would have snuck out of the house with the coat on. Less suspicious. She had much to learn.
She guided me to a sex shop of some kind, bright and pink and full to the brim with toys and costumes galore. I waited outside and watched as she talked to the man behind the till, hiding behind a vending machine. I was a hell of a spy. I still couldn't figure out why she might be here, but I was preparing myself for a swift exit in case she was collecting something before heading back to her car. But she disappeared deeper inside instead, through a pink beaded curtain in the corner of the room. I waited a couple of minutes before working up the courage to go inside.
The skinny nerd at the cash register looked out of place, but perhaps it was harsh of me to judge. "Hey!" I said, unsure which route to take in my investigation. "What's the deal with this place?"
"We sell things." he said, giving me a smile. He had made an instant enemy out of me with his silly answer. I narrowed my eyes at him, prepared for war.
"That girl just went through the curtain into the back. Does she work here?"
"She's a customer."
