Those Sultry Eyes

*Author's Note: All characters in this story are eighteen and older. No underage characters are present in the story or put into suggestive situations. Thank you for reading and enjoy chapter four of this story.*

The rest of the day went by without a singular erotic event transpiring. I ate some food with the family, which involved me trying to avoid eye contact with both of my sisters. My mom caught on but just shrugged it off. Isabella on the other hand grabbed me after dinner to see if anything was wrong. Luckily, thanks to my relaxed disposition, I was able to play it off. However, I'm only relaxed because Eve took every bit of stress from my body with her soft hands. I know she never had a boyfriend while we have been friends, but I highly doubt she has never done sexual stuff before. Her skill was unbelievably better than where a beginner should be at. The thought of her doing it to someone else though made me jealous. To avoid that feeling, I decided to believe in the idea that she is just naturally good at those kinds of things. The fact I am feeling emotions such as jealousy makes me angry in of itself. Have I found myself crushing on my best friend? Or is it simply being in love with the sexual activity we partook in? Whatever the case may be, I needed to try and get my head out from the clouds.

Nighttime rolled around quickly, allowing me to lock myself in my room. I sat down in front of my desk, opening my laptop to begin working. Whenever I have the time, I do some part-time translating on the side. I have perfect marks in both Spanish and Japanese, which allows me to get a bunch of freelance work for many diverse types of businesses. Things were going smoothly for a couple of hours, being able to cram in a few documents that were needing a bit of editing for the demographic it was targeted for. Suddenly, my phone started to vibrate in my pocket. I checked who the call was from, only to be surprised by the fact it was an unknown number. I looked at the door, before deciding to answer, putting the phone up to my ear. "This is James, who am I speaking with?" The silence lasted for what felt like an eternity. It was the longest pause I had ever experienced in my life. However, after a minute, a voice came through on the other end. A voice I was not too familiar with.

"J-James?"

I scratched my head, unsure of who this could possibly be calling at this time of night. "Yes, this is James Reid. May I know who's calling?" Another terrifyingly slow moment of silence followed my question before the caller decided to answer me.

"I-It's me. R-Remember? From school?" The voice isn't ringing any bells, not to mention their stuttering isn't doing them any favors.

"I'm sorry, I genuinely can't remember giving my number out to anyone at school."

"Autumn's f-friend... Aiko."

My eyes lit up at the name, looking at the number again, confused to all hell as to how she got my number. More importantly, why did she want my number? Composing myself, I lifted the phone back up to my ear.

"Aiko! Sorry, I didn't recognize your voice, you usually don't speak often. Like, at all for that matter."

"I don't like p-people or being around them, I guess."

"Then why are you doing sports with my sister?"

"Parents. They want me to d-do good." I know that feeling all too well. Mom always wanted me to be an all-A student growing up. Luckily for her, that was already my plan since childhood.

"I can understand that feeling, more than you think."

"Really?"

"Yes, really. I am not like my sister. I study hard and make sure to always be on top." A weird shudder came from the other end of the phone, making me raise an eyebrow. "You okay?"

"Y-Yes! Sorry, the AC is l-low tonight."

"I see. Aiko, why did you call me? Also, how did you get my number?"

"I asked Autumn for it. I was surprised she so g-gingerly handed it over." I started to think about how I could bring it up to Autumn, since it is my own phone number she is handing out. Before I could speak up, Aiko continued her statement. "I wanted to call you because..."

"...Yes?" The room became unbearably still, before her voice came back clear as day.

"...because I want to t-talk with you more."

"Okay, I can get behind that, but why do you want to talk to me more?"

"Well, to be honest, I have always thought you would be a g-good study partner." To be fair to that claim, I am in the top percentile of students. However, to rebuttal said claim, she is also in that percentile.

"So, you want go on a study date?" The words came out nonchalantly, almost too much so since after I said that Aiko started to panic.

"A DATE!?!?!" The yelling made me pull my phone from my ear, unsure if my right eardrum would ever be the same. I cleared my throat before trying to communicate a little bit better.

"I meant a friendly study session. I'm sorry for the confusion, that's my bad." A sigh of relief came through the other side of the phone.

"Thank you, that makes me feel a l-little better about all this. I'm new to all of this. How about afterschool Monday, we stay and go to t-the library?"

"I would like that, Aiko."

"Great! See you then!" She hung up the phone quickly, making me weirdly wonder why she was asking to study with me. Not like we ever hung out before. I am not complaining about this either, despite my reservations on people in general. I need to study more, since my mind has been elsewhere the past couple of days. Plus, might be good to be around someone who isn't trying to make me their personal play toy. I chuckled at that thought, wondering if this is just some erotic novel coming to life. That was when my phone rang for a second time. Just like before, it was an unknown number. I did forget to save Aiko's number, so maybe it was her? I answered the phone, waiting for someone to talk on the other line.

"Mr. Reid?" A deep voice came through the line. From the range and tone of it, I could only assume it was a male. My alarm bells were going off like crazy, making me want to play it safe.

"Who are you?"

"I will take that as a yes." The caller cleared his throat, shuffling paper by the sounds of it. "James. Autumn. Wolfie. Isabella. Marci. A full house tonight I would say." I looked out the window, half expecting to see a car stalking us. Instead, an empty street was all I saw. That meant whoever this was, was simply guessing based off the facts he had at his disposal. If I don't stay calm, this could get ugly.

"If you won't tell me who you are-" Before I finished my sentence, the man's voice broke through.

"My name Conner Salinger, a friend of a friend. Your school gave me your number." Why would the school give a random guy my cell phone number? It can only mean one thing: that he is a man of authority. My college prides itself on the protection of its students, meaning they would only give out information to the people who had clearance to get said information.

"Cop?"

"Detective." That word sent shivers down my spine. If a detective was calling me, it could only mean that someone has gone missing or that someone is dead. Least, those were the only two options I could think of at the time. My mind raced to figure out what had happened. "Stop overthinking. I can sense you trying to piece things together."

"Well, it is unusual to be getting a call from someone like you. Especially late at night, which is just worrying on its own."

"Just making sure this is your number. Oh, and wanting to see if you have noticed anything unusual happening to you lately?" If only he knew, but all jokes aside, I should take this seriously. What could he mean by unusual? That word has many different meanings depending on the variables of the situation. I tried to think of it all but was drawing blanks across the board.

"I wouldn't really say anything has been unusual, at least for now."

"...Two of your classmates have been missing for two months."

"What?" I don't socialize much at school, less it is with Eve. It would make sense I wouldn't notice anyone if they were to just up and disappear. However, I also haven't heard anything about this, whether it be through announcements or warnings posted by the school. "Why does the school not say anything?"

"They have, albeit a lie. That is where I come in, and now you."

"I don't want any involvement in this mess."

"You say that, yet according to the cameras on the day they went missing, you were the last person who spoke to them." Once again, for like the millionth time, my memory was failing me. You would think since I don't talk to people on a regular basis, that conversations would mean more when they do happen. However, the complete opposite is the case, with my mind just dropping the event like it never happened.

"I'm sorry, but I am afraid I am useless to you currently. I don't remember talking to anyone."

"I know you don't, because after reading your file, I get the sense you're simply an introvert."

"My file?"

"Notes collected after seeing you for the past few weeks. Which is why I am asking you to look out for anything unusual."

"Look, Mr. Salinger, you pretty much said it yourself as to why I am not valuable to your case. I don't talk to anyone, and I mind my own business."

"Yes, in a normal situation, you would be useless. However, due to the circumstances, you are the prime candidate for this." Circumstances? That is a weird way to phrase that. What could he mean anyway? Before I could think about it, he interrupted my thinking process. "Just relax, keep an eye out, and we will talk soon. Oh, and try not to disappear on me either. Would be bad for my payout." With that sly remark, he ended the call, not waiting for a response. For the rest of the night, I decided to lay in bed, thinking about the calls I had just taken, before finally falling asleep. A nightmare decided to creep in, making me revisit the day my father decided to not be on this Earth anymore. Shades of red, cracks of white, and a rainbow of wallpapers flashed before my eyes. All of it was as I recalled, though only the few details that I can remember. Before the nightmare ended though, something strange occurred within the confines of my mind. It played a scene I was not familiar with. In fact, the scene that rolled into view was one that I didn't even know happened.

The police were at the scene, with their cars outside shining bright neon lights through the front door. My child mind was filled with confusion, fear, and most of all, terror over my father's sudden end. My mom covered me in a blanket, trying to calm me in an anxiety inducing moment. This is where the nightmare usually ends for me. However, for the first time in my life, my eyes scanned upwards, only to see my mother smiling down at me. A genuine smile with no hint of contemplation. A smile that made me feel like I was safe from the world. Her mouth opened, allowing me to hear her voice, letting my brain mull over every single word.

"Finally, you are safe now. I will protect you, James, no matter what."

Waking up right after those words, my bed was covered in sweat. I looked around my bedroom, making sure I went from dreams to reality. I breathed out a long sigh, before getting out of bed. I checked the time, realizing I slept into early afternoon. "Fuck me." I said aloud, realizing I should have been up and about a few hours earlier. Wasn't expecting a response, so imagine my surprise when my sister answered.

"I'm good, but you did promise me something." Autumn was standing at my doorway, hands on her hips. Her face was in a cute pout, making me roll my eyes at her.

"Yeah, yeah. Give me ten minutes and will head over to your room. Try to pay attention this time."

"No promises~" She sang out to me, waving a goodbye to go back to her room. Whenever she asks me, albeit with the usual cute pouty face, I always try to help her out with her studies. However, whenever I do, her mind always seemed to go somewhere else. It was annoying, so our study sessions have been far and few between. She just doesn't understand the importance of getting good grades. It's almost like she will never have a job in her future. Despite my small reservations, I got dressed and went to her room. Before I got to the door, I looked down the stairs, only to see my mother in front of it. She noticed me, flashing a smile up the staircase. That was when something stroked me as odd. Her smile wasn't the same as the one in my nightmare. In fact, looking back at it, she never smiled like she did that night. I shook my head, simply waving at her, before moving along with my already planned schedule.

I knocked on her door, before swinging it open, not waiting for a response. Her room was a deep shade of pink, with matching curtains, bed sheets, and pillowcases. Posters of some popular boy bands are hung up on the walls. Her room is clean from corner to corner, with everything in its place. Her voice reached out to me, making me turn to her. "Let me just put on some lip balm!" Her outfit was a bit too relaxed, with just wearing a bright pink pajama crop top and some comfortable looking booty shorts. Her ass was currently bent towards me, as she tried to apply the lip balm using a mirror on her desk. Instinctively, I bit my bottom lip, noticing just how big my sister's ass was. It was thick, surprisingly so for someone so tiny, and roundly shaped to where it is noticeable even if she were to wear baggy pants. My eyes went upwards, to see her small waist, which most would call breeding hips. Heat was rising in my cheeks, so I quickly got set up on the desk, standing right next to her.

"You ready for this, Autumn?"

"Always!" Sure enough, as an hour of studying passes, she totally started to lose interest. Her eyes fixated on me, her legs crossed in her chair, and her hand holding up her cheek. I closed my eyes for a moment, before slamming the pen I had in my hand into the desk. I looked over at her with a frown.

"Autumn, why is it every single time we do this, you just totally fuck around?"

"Excuse me, did you just call me a whore?"

"Well, you are the only one of us who lost their virginity."

"I bet Wolfie has lost hers as well!"

"With whom? The mail man? Or her own brother?" That last part was funny to me, but I kept the laughter inside, trying to take this conversation seriously.

"Hey, if she did fuck you, I wouldn't know!"

"Yes, you would, since I would tell you."

"...really?" Her question seemed genuine, which kind of stopped me in my tracks. I scratched the back of my head, sighing a little bit.

"Autumn, what is this about? Are you overthinking the drunk mistake you made two nights ago?" Her eyes went into sadness for a minute.

"...mistake?" Her cheeks were becoming naturally pink, which made me raise an eyebrow.

"Do you not consider kissing your own brother a mistake?"

"Do you?" That was the same question I have been mulling over for the past forty-eight hours. A part of me knows how wrong it is. However, another part of me enjoyed it so much, that it had been in the back of my head since. Since Wolfie and I have started to get more physical as well, it has been a tougher question to answer. I clear my throat, trying not to get worked up.

"Autumn, I don't know how I feel about it. We are brother and sister, yet I also can't say I didn't enjoy it."

"So, maybe we can just try it again?" Her lips cracked a small smile.

"What kind of backwards ass logic is that?"

"Well, you only did it once, so maybe one more time will make you know the answer."

"That's... actually sounding kind of logical." Hate to admit it, but research is all about repeat experiments with different variables. Meaning, if I don't know the answer based off what I have, I need to make more attempts until I get my answer. Either all of this was sounding sane, or the constant blood rushing into my erection is stooping me down to her level of intelligence. "But still, I really don't know... if... we..." My words slowed down as I stared at her lips, which she slightly pursed at me. They glistened slightly due to the lip balm, making them look even softer than they were before. She lowered her gaze, yet kept eye contact with me, causing her aura to shift. She looked at me with sultry eyes, her hands gently placed on top of her thick brown thighs.

"You can kiss me, you know? Anytime, anywhere." I chewed on my lip for a moment, trying to think of a way to say no. Unfortunately, it was damn near impossible to try and argue when most of my thoughts are now just of things I want to do to her. Imagination is a bitch and a half, and I am its servant. I leaned forward, making our faces only inches apart from each other. Her eyes were a beautiful shade of brown, which probably countless of guys up to this point have lost their souls into. It made me nervous, ever so slightly it was, to be this close to Autumn. The events leading up to this point has dulled my usual sexual shyness a bit, but it still comes and goes as it pleases. I licked my lips, before gently placing my right hand on her cheek.

"Autumn... When you make that face, I can't resist you..."

"You mean, this face right here?" She looked me in my eyes, morphing her facial expression into the pouty look I have become secretly obsessed with. The temptation got to me, making me place my lips upon her gently. It was a slow passionate kiss, with our lips making a noise as they separated each other. We looked at each other for a moment, before kissing again, this time pulling each other close. I grabbed her hips, guiding her to stand up and onto my lap, feeling her tiny body sit comfortably on me. Her lips parted slightly into the kiss, allowing her tongue to enter my mouth, turning our kiss into a lustful make-out. My hands went slightly lower on her body, going from her hips to her ass. My fingers squeezed gently, feeling her thick ass between my fingertips. It was all making me lightheaded, until I heard her moan into my mouth. Her voice went slightly higher than it did before, making the moan cute to me. I forced our lips apart, looking up at her as she wrapped her arms around my neck.

"What do you want me to do?"

"I-I... What?"

"Tell me what you want~ I will do anything for you~" I gulped down the saliva in my mouth, before looking at the door to her room, praying no one would walk in on us. Her index finger went to my chin, pulling me back to look at her. Her sultry eyes wanted me to do so much to her. I've never done anything like this before, so my ideas were limited on what to ask. Not to mention the hesitation to do things with my sister. My balls felt heavy, which was the main contributing factor to what I was about to ask her to do next for me.

"Autumn, can you... get on your knees for me?" Her lips formed a small smile, but she didn't do it, tilting her head cutely instead.

"James, I said tell me, not ask me. So, try again~" My eyes widened, realizing unlike Wolfie and Evaline, she was way more submissive. This made me get a whole bunch of ideas that I want to try but decided to keep it simple for the time being. All the years of doing chores and shit for her, made me slightly excited over the fact I can control her in this very moment to pleasure me. I can make Autumn my personal sexual plaything. However, only in theory, meaning it is time to put it to the test. I leaned slightly forward, letting her C-cup breasts push against me, before giving her a smirk of my own.

"Princess, get on your knees for me~"

"Yes, master~" With those alluring words, she got underneath the desk in quick flash, looking up at me with what I can describe as 'fuck me' eyes.

"Take off your shirt, princess~ Don't want it to dirty up~" She nodded at my directions, slowly taking off the pajama top, letting her boobs hang against her chest. They were beautiful to me, with two dark areolas on top of her brown mounds. Her nipples were small but slightly erect, probably due to how she is right now. "Such a good girl~ Now then, take off my pants for me." Her hands rubbed my thighs for a moment, making me harder than I already was. My zipper made a noise, as her fingers took off my jeans that I had chosen to wear for our study session. With a little raise of my butt and a tug of her hands, my pants alongside my underwear were pulled off my legs. Her cute vocals let out a gasp, her eyes fixated on my erection that stood up in front of her.