The ceiling fan hums. It's 2am mid-week. Monsoon season on the Coast means that yet again the humidity makes it too uncomfortable to sleep but at the same time zaps every drop of moisture from your body. My body feels plastered to the bed as the storm beats down outside the sliding door.
Longing for a beer, or at least a glass of water, I pour my body off the bed and quietly down the hallway to the stairs.
Sharing a house with my best mate's younger sister seemed so simple at first. We both needed to live closer to the city for work and uni, but somewhere between the lack of a housemaid, constant couch surfers and take away meals, the initial gloss had worn off.
Half way down the stairs a soft glow streams across the wall, "Damn it, why is she still up?" I wonder to myself "Can I get into the kitchen and back without her noticing, or at least without activating world war three?"
Crouching down I scout out the area, TV on check but volume down, crap no way to get passed, even if I grabbed some water from the bathroom tap upstairs she would know that I was up. And I'm not in the mood for conversation.
My eye is drawn back to the TV, though the volume is down the screen tells a story of its own as I watch the beauty of one woman between the legs of any other. "One day, one day," I mutter to myself under my breath, "Or perhaps today."
The glow from the TV created a silhouette across the room and her naked body. Her perfect breasts setting off her lean and fit body. Her hair cascading down over her shoulders and her left hand placed directly between her legs.
Mesmerised, I sank into the stairs frozen at the sight. Unable to look away, surely it is one of my flatmate's friends who drank a little too much (again) and wasn't able to drive home (again). But her delicate outline, her curves, her soft yet muscular calves... she was too familiar, too similar to the creature that I lived with everyday.
Yet I can't look away... fuck, my best mate is going to kill me for perving on his baby sister or her friends.
Watching her breathe flow from her lungs and perhaps knowing she has an audience she lies on her back, still able to see the TV screen, her legs open in full view from my position on the stairs. With the anticipation of the show I am now witnessing my cock is hard against my stomach, without control I slowly stroke the head and shaft feeling my tension building.