It's been a while! I've been way too caught up with starting a novel to write this kind of X rated stuff on the side; besides I really have to be in the right mood to do this sort of thing. Either way please enjoy, feedback and comments are encouraged!
Disclaimer: This is all a publication of fiction and in no way happened. This also may get a little unrealistic. You've been warned.
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It started one Friday afternoon, in the height of summer. The scathing heat was unbearable for most people around town; those that didn't have the luxury of an air-conditioned car to hide in were relegated to taking refuge underneath the towering buildings of the city square or the tall oak trees on campus a few minutes' walk away. I was one of the unlucky few who couldn't stop to cool myself off under a shaded area, I needed to get home, the milk and bread I bought from the shop was going to spoil quickly if I left them in the bag which I clung onto. In my other hand I held a thick, well used and hefty textbook large enough to be used as a doorstop. A book on phycology that I had read cover to cover multiple times over since I had started this college course last year.
*She* had almost pleaded me to help her with her project. That woman I was very much on the hook for. A woman named Hana. I knew that she teased me with her body just to make me do her work for her, everyone in class knew it too. Deep down I didn't care, I lusted after her like every other guy in class...No one wanted to admit it, but there was a silent acknowledgement between the straight men that they had gone to her Rinstagram page at least once when they needed some private time.
I walked across the busy street of people, brushing past them trying not to draw attention to my jeans and old t-shirt which I had on in this kind of weather. My apartment complex was dead ahead of me, a towering modernistic black and mostly glass building that stood proudly next to the city centre. Sighing to myself I prepared myself for what I was going to walk in on...
Inside, in apartment 233 my step sister had just awoken from her lazy slumber, cursing the sun as it blared through the fashionable curtains in her huge bedroom. She stretched her arms out in front of her before lightly massaging her eyes, hearing the soft groaning of last night's date beside her.
"Oh yeah, I let him stay over..." She muttered to herself in that soft voice. Reaching over to the pink bedside table she retrieved her thick black rimmed glasses and slipped them on her tired looking face. She was a well-crafted woman. While short, her body matched what most men would find irresistible. A heavy, perky bust with an hourglass figure. All of which were complimented by her brilliant aquamarine eyes and long, fiery, incredibly silky ginger hair.
Like the shade of her hair, her attitude was just as scathing. Upon seeing the chiselled, well-toned and large man softly drool onto her spare pillow she reached fourth and ripped it out of under him with her firm grip. Slapping the pillow over his head she sighed.
"Come on fuck boy, time to go." She didn't wait for a reply, only continued the rush of getting the guy out of our apartment as fast as possible by grasping the corner of the pink-white bedsheets and tearing it away from the queen-size bed. The cold air conditioning hit their naked bodies like a wall, forming goose bumps on her pale skin and mouth-watering legs.
The fuck boy lingered his gaze on her body as he changed, an act that she frequently experienced with men she let stay over. *Never letting them stay over again if they don't wanna leave.* She softly pressed her back onto the intricate headboard of her bedframe and pulled the sheets over her huge breasts, pouting as she tied her silky hair back into a loose ponytail. She tried her best to ignore him, making sure to keep the sheets over her assets while she lost herself in her phone. She made it a point to overexaggerate her swiping left and right so he could see that after last night's date a one and done, and there was no chance for more.
I was on my way down the wide hallway of the apartment complex when I saw the guy emerge from my apartment. He was a giant compared to me, more handsome and strong I was sure that this was the guy I heard grunting and moaning my step-sisters name all night while I desperately tried to keep the sounds of rough and impassioned sex out of my room. As we passed in the hallway, we locked eyes, his expression was that of pity and arrogance, while mine was rather sheepish and shy. It was something I had seen countless times before, their shattered hopes of being able to tie down a girl like Alanah for more than one evening clear in their eyes...Silently I knew that they would be better off; she was like a Siren, her appearance worthy to be defined as perfection but what lied inside was as wicked as a witch.
Stepping inside the apartment I felt the barrage of cold air hit me. Breathing a sigh of relaxation, I stepped through the opening area and into the main living space, pulling on my shirt to allow cold shots of air flow up and brush against my skin. Like the exterior of the complex, the inside was just was elegant. The living space was large and carpeted white, with sleek black furniture and a deep black marble counter that separated the main space from the walk-in kitchen that was located to the immediate left of me.
Alanah had clearly heard me walk in, as she had changed into a thin white silk robe that was loosely tied around her thin waist, her heavy bust stuffed into the material in such a way that most of her skin was showing without being fully exposed. Clearly as a way to torment me with her body...I may have been her younger step brother, but that didn't stop her from using her boy to make a guy feel intimidated. She stepped out of her room and looked at me with that same look of discontent she would always have on her pretty face whenever we interacted.
"I never thought going to get milk and bread would be an all-day thing. If you weren't too busy shooting your pathetic load into a sock you would have done it yesterday, when I told you to." She said condescendingly.
"I was caught up." I replied weakly placing the bag of groceries on the marble counter before slamming the tome beside it which caused a rattling thud to ripple across the room. Alanah hummed with realization, her eyes lingered on the large worn book that I had discarded from my grasp.
"Oh, you went to see that Asian bitch...Janice?"
"Hana." I replied.
"Whatever..." She trailed off, a devious smirk forming on her plump pouty lips. "You know *bro*, I heard off the grape vine that she likes real men. You know? Guys who have actually had sex." She giggled to herself manically. She took pleasure in watching me squirm, seeing my negative reaction to that statement only made her continue the prodding.
"While she gets you to do all that work for her, she's getting double teamed by two black guys with really fucking huge-" she gestured with her fingers, spacing them out father and farther to mock me before I cut her off.
"Shut up." I snapped, sliding my book off the table and back into my arms, my face flushed red with frustration. Moving around the counter I pushed past my shorter roommate. As I did, the back of my hand accidentally bushed firmly past her silk covered thigh which caused a sudden jolt to shoot up my body. My face blushed a deeper red, knowing that the witch behind me would jump on me for the touch.
Indeed, she did so. "See you're blushing! You fucking like that shit, don't you? I always thought you were a cuck and that just proves it." She huffed, she was getting worked up, her pretty face started to flush with colour as frustration burned through her. "And don't think that little move went unnoticed you perv." She continued.
I moved toward the closed door of my bedroom, a slick black door which was really the only good thing about it. As I turned the knob to open my door, I felt Alanah push past to face me. Her hands rested firmly on her wide hips; she wasn't going to let me get away without making me feel like a complete and utter loser.
"Don't walk away when I'm talking to you! You have to learn to respect your fucking elders. If my mom knew how you treated her apartment, she would kick you out faster than I can get a date." She smiled with an air of arrogance. Her mother's riches were a common weapon she liked to use; it was like a weight she constantly dropped on me when she wanted to scare me into kicking me out onto the streets.
I ignored her, slipping past her into my room and slamming the door on her face with a great force. I pressed my back against my door, trying to force it to shut given its broken lock caused it to creek open from time to time. I sighed to myself, I was getting sick of the her, it was like this since the day I my father introduced her to me...I had no idea what I did to deserve the hated, the venom that escaped those pouty lips; maybe it was that she thought her mother was too good for my father...Even though it was clear that they were head over heels for each other. Either way it didn't matter, there was nothing that was going to stop her unending onslaught of belittlement.
My room was tiny compared to Alanah's. A single bed old and rickety pushed up against the far corner while a small wardrobe next to an even smaller desk stood opposite it. Slowly I moved off of the door and softly sat on the edge of my bed, not noticing how the door had not in fact closed properly, leaving an inch opening out into the rest of the apartment.