Freshly showered for work Griffin Puma parades in his towel. Swigging a beer he had rested on his bedroom dresser he checks himself out in a mirror. Patting his belly he knew he needed to start working out better. His abs well less than a six pack these days. Yet, not quite a pony keg either.
With Bree at work he had freedom to do as he pleased. Namely watch porn on TV or accept unwanted cell texts from old girlfriends. Eying his cell he checks for new messages. Sure enough he had a few.
Reading Bree's texts first he had to chuckle. She had written, "I can't believe we fucked in the front yard. God, I love you. I still have goosebumps." then leading into, "Why did you let me make out with Stacy? So wrong."
He huffs and takes another swig of his beer. Her final text made him nervous, "Is it so wrong that I liked it?"
He frowns knowing the effect his sister has on everyone. She takes what she wants and doesn't let up. Something both siblings shared. Ego, pride, and bullheadedness. The sad part being that Griffin himself had been asking the same question. Was it so wrong that he loved fucking his sister? That he wanted to again?
How many times had he suggested to Bree that she be with a woman for his pleasure? How many times had she refused saying she wasn't bi-sexual? Then, look at her reaction now? Stacy Puma had converted her just that fast. Which made Griffin curious.
"Wonder if I could get Bree and Pepper together?"
He shakes off his nonsense and gets dressed. Underwear, socks, uniform pants, he stops to look at his cell again. This time he reads the texts from Pepper Little Beaver.
"Please call me Griffin. I need you. Badly." which led into, "Did Stacy tell you about being raped by Roland and his Mafia?"
Griffin freezes suddenly, "What the hell?"
He starts to dial Pepper then stops. There was a faster answer without getting caught talking to his Ex. Or giving her any false hopes.
He quickly finishes getting dressed and heads out the side door to his house. Turning left he climbs the staircase at the back of his garage. Entering the attic apartment of his sister Stacy he finds her passed out on her bed. Naked as always. Face down on her beaver pelt blanket. Such an inviting ass. Griffin started to kick the bed and wake her up but chose to just look down upon her beautiful backside. Immediate erection.
Finally, the aggression of the text took over. He kicks the foot of the mattress and bellows.
"Wake the fuck up."
She stirs looking up with a wince through her raven bangs.
"You have got to stop waking me like that." She groans, "What already?"
"What's this shit about you being raped by Roland?"
"It wasn't--well-- kinda was. But, I loved it so it doesn't count. Besides he made me about $4,000.00. Speaking of which I have rent money." She rolls over looking up at him stretching. Her breasts bouncing about. Nipples peaking toward the ceiling.
"Rent money?"
"Yeah. I decided to go to an ATM the other night. Seeing as you didn't have time to take me to the bank."
"When you and Bree went streaking?"
"So funny. Her lily white ass wiggling down the street like a ghost." She giggles.
Griffin poses his palms in front of him, "What the hell was that earlier in the yard? You and Bree got a thing going behind my back?"
"Obviously not seeing as we made out in front of you. In case you didn't notice she kissed me. Not the other way around. Well, until I liked it that is."
"We have one fucked up family."
"Hey! We were doing fine until you took me the other day. So don't give me no shit about our Godfather raping me. You beat him to the punch Griffindork."
Griffin shakes his head as she stands up and wiggles across the attic to a coat she had hanging on a rod. It was her hiding place. Digging into the pocket she peels out a grand in hundred dollar bills. Holding it out to him he slowly calms his nerves and accepts the money.
"Thanks. So why were you even up in Iron Wolf?"
She shrugs, "Needed to put on a show for my fans. Doesn't get much better than a bar free for all. Well, to those in the bar. Not the online jerks."
"Your boyfriend take you up there?"
"He's not my boyfriend. I just fuck him."
"Looked to me like he thinks you're an item."
"His problem. I don't date Irish Guys."
Griffin frowns, "You don't date anybody. You just fuck and make them fall for you."
"Like you? Falling for me?"
"Shut the fuck up."
"Make me." She moves closer and grabs his dick tight enough to make him cringe.
"I don't have time for this shit. I'll be late for work."
"You know you want this tight Apache ass."
"Knock it off. We're not having sex. Again."
"Your loss Pussy."
She lets go of him and struts back to bed. Throwing herself on the mattress face down as he had found her. Only this time she raises her hips so that her ass poises for him to drool over. She knew he would look. Stop cold in his tracks. Rub the back of his neck. Sneer at her.
He did all of the above. Adding one more entry to her crystal ball theory.
Griffin left. With his money.
Hearing the door slam Stacy blows the hair from her eyes and lowers her hips.
"Gee! Where's the fire?"
Sleeping another three hours Stacy Puma woke up and climbed out of bed. Prancing about she decides to remove her rolling clothing rack to reveal the upstairs front doors to the attic. Double doors which she rarely used. With only one small window upstairs it got really stuffy. With her back door open the breeze was minimal. With the double doors propped outward she had air conditioning. The natural way.
Of course anyone on the street could look up inside and see her strutting about nude. Just the way she liked it. World meet Puma. Puma greet world.
Lighting up her daily cigarette she stands on the open threshold pretty as she please and waves at every car that checks her out. Turning for some and slapping her ass. Even going so far as to Twerk for those that literally stop to watch her. Stacy Puma had zero morals.
Casting her cigarette butt out into the gravel Stacy decides to head down and take a shower. As cold as the water was she enjoyed it. The plumbing that Griffin had rigged left little to be desired concerning hot water. Sure she could go inside and bathe but where was the fun in that? Puma loved her own little world.
Using a bowl to carry water upstairs she walks across the attic and sits down in the open doorway. From there she wets her legs and lathers them. Offering a free show of her shaving her long legs. Traffic did indeed pause. Most of the neighborhood men knew of her generosity and even though most never approached her they did indeed seek her out when she was gracious.
Finishing up by fine tuning her arrowhead pubes she stands up and casts the dirty water over the side. Not many viewers at that point. Although just as she began to close up she heard the sound of a larger vehicle.
"Hmm. Not garbage day. UPS? Sounds too big for the Mailman."
Driving slowly down the street a small fire truck appeared from the blindside beyond Griffin's house. Coming into view she squints to see three fire fighters looking her direction. Then, recognizing a familiar face.
"Miguel?" The Hispanic man that had helped her at the Cafe was riding along side it.
Waving up at her he jumps off the side and sprints up her drive. The fire truck stopping to block any entry.
"I thought that was you." Miguel calls up to her, "I drove by with a friend of mine that dropped me at the station down the street. Volunteering there now. Told my friends here about you."
"Trying to get this cat out of a tree?" She giggles.
"You should go for a ride with us. Bring your laptop."
"How would I get Wi-Fi?"
He grits his teeth. She had a point.
"We can go somewhere that picks it up. Do a show from the truck? Hot Senorita putting out the fires she starts." He laughs.
Puckering at the thought she nods, "Give me a few I'll be right down."
While waiting for Puma, Miguel races back to his fellow Firemen. Climbing up alongside the drivers door he ducks in.