Brad was sitting on the couch in his mother's living room bored as all hell. His apartment was being fumigated, and this was his only other place to stay. He couldn't wait until his twenty first birthday...it was two days away. Two more days until he could purchase alcohol. He sat there for a good ten minutes until a rapping came at the door. Brad got up and answered it and was rather pleased with what he saw. It was his sister's friend Brenda. Even though she had been legal for a good while, he never pursued her, mainly because up until recently he had a girlfriend. Brenda was gorgeous, and had been since Brad had known her. Her bright blue jewels shimmered at him, signifying that she was pleased as well. He admired her perfect curves displayed by her tight black miniskirt. He could not have asked for a woman with a better body. She backed up in a coy manner and brushed her raven's hair out of her angelic eyes. "Hi Brad, I didn't think you would be here."
Brad forced a smile. "Hoping I was dead, huh?" he joked. "Well, too bad."
Brenda giggled. Just then Brad's sister Maggie came out from her room. "Hey Maggie!" Brenda greeted, her eyes still on Brad. Maggie rolled her dull brown eyes and pulled at Brenda's hand. "Come on," she muttered. Brad looked at his watch and noticed that it was nine pm. He then noticed Bnda's little bag.
"Mom said she's working graveyard tonight," Maggie told him, "so if you have somewhere to go, it wouldn't exactly be a tragedy if you went."
"Um, actually I'm quite tired," Brad responded. "I'm going to bed."
"Bye," Brenda said softly. "Hope you choke on your vomit in your sleep," Maggie mumbled. Brad closed his door behind him and went to bed. He had to go to sleep before he'd try anything with Brenda. He wanted her bad, and him fucking her wouldn't go over too well with his sister or his mom, who was quite good friends with Brenda's parents. He put some Depeche Mode in his CD player, turned the volume very low, and drifted off. Brad awoke to a creaking at about one in the morning.
It was his door opening slowly. 'Shit', he thought. 'My bitch sister is going to take another one of my CDs. It wasn't Maggie, though. It was Brenda (surprise surprise). She sat carefully on his bed. "What do you want," Brad said impatiently in a poor attempt to sound uninterested. Brenda jumped a bit. "Fuck, I almost jumped out of my skin," she whispered. "Sorry," Brad started, "but why are you in here?"
"Maggie doesn't have another bed," she responded. "I have to sleep somewhere."
"What about the couch?"
"It's uncomfortable."
"Well, you can't sleep here," Brad went on. "Oh, come on, grow up," Brenda scolded him lightly. "We're mature adults. We can share a bed. Besides, I'm assuming you don't hog all the blankets." She hinted at the pile of blankets next to him. 'Damn', he thought, 'she's making a lot of sense.'
"Sure, why not, I guess," he said aloud. He moved over so she could lay beside him, and he took notice of her tight and revealing nightgown. Her breasts lay there atop her chest as she lay on her back like two beautiful knolls, barely concealed from view. Brad tried to look away, but he couldn't help but move a little closer. He smelled her hair, which reeked of cleanliness and innocence, virtues that aroused him beyond belief. Her eyes were still open, and he looked into them only to be lost in their depth and beauty. He absent mindedly began to play with her jet black hair, smelling it and feeling it's healthy texture.