Eva
Hotel rooms are cold, foreign spaces. If you look around the only familiarity that you usually notice comes from the stark décor being the same as other hotel rooms. Common purpose, similar designers, all trying to provide warmth, comfort, and some small detail that differentiates them from countless others. Most rooms fail miserably to provide anything akin to warmth, and that is why hotel bars do such a brisk business.
As I sat quietly in a soft leather chair in a dimly lit corner of one such establishment, picking from a bowl of mixed nuts, searching for the elusive cashews, and sipping from a glass of reasonable bourbon served with a single, crystal-clear ice cube, I drifted away, deep in thought. Visions of my older sister, Eva, from our childhood, haunted me; her fair pale skin, sly smile, mischievous, penetrating green eyes, and jet-black hair. She was gorgeous, probably the most beautiful female I have ever encountered in my life. But she had a dark side that she reserved for only a select few and I was at the top of that list. She loved me and I loved her as only siblings can ever love each other. We shared similar experiences growing up, had similar likes and dislikes, and had our share of arguments, sometimes in our early years, real knock-down, drag-out brawls, but we could also put our backs together and take on the world if need be. So many years pass in what seems like a heartbeat. Now I sit with my memories waiting to hear if my sister's surgery has been successful, images from the past flooding my mind. Another cashew, another sip.
Reflecting, I see us in her bedroom, her ninth-grade self, looking at her fourth-grade brother, a wry smile on her face as she explained what was to come next. "Take off your clothes and put these on," she said.
Fingering the thin cotton panties and sheer baby doll nightgown that she handed to me, I said that I would rather not. "What if mom comes home?" I stammered.
"Don't worry, Renfield" she said, "I will listen for the door and if Mom comes back, you can go into my bathroom to change. It will be our secret." Slowly I started to do as she commanded while watching her eyes sparkle. Obeying her was a foregone conclusion in her mind and, being honest with myself, in mine as well, particularly when she used her pet name for me. Renfield, Count Dracula's reluctant servant.
This was the first time in what would become a secret ritual that we shared at home until she went off to college four years later and I was beginning high school, and then whenever we spent time together. She would pick out clothes for me and I would model them for her. The outfits became sexier and more suggestive as we got older and her direction during the process of dressing and afterward, was much more specific.
The weekend that she packed her car for the drive to begin her new life as a college freshman in another state, she presented me with a fancy box, complete with a large bow made of fancy, satin ribbon. Handing it to me, she said, "Mom and Dad are going out tonight so we will have some time alone and I wanted to give you a special gift for when they are gone." I knew what she meant, and I accepted the present with a small smile, looking deep into her green eyes and trying to calm the butterflies in my stomach.
"Thank you, miss," I replied, already guessing at the contents. "Will you be available to help me if I need it?" I asked.
"You know I will, silly boy," she said with a smile. I smiled back, took the box, and went to my room.
I smiled to myself as I sat alone in the bar, thinking of her and hearing those words in my head, seeing in my mind's eye the sheer black lace panties with a matching A-cup bra, garter belt, and black stockings that were in the box. "What a bitch," I whispered to no one. God, how I have missed her.
The waiter brought over another bourbon and setting it down, commented, "I took the liberty since you seemed distracted. I hope that I did not misread the situation."
"You did not and your timing is perfect. Thank you," I replied.
"Of course, if you need anything else just wave," he said with a server's smile and walked away.
My memories now took me to a celebratory holiday that we shared with our parents, a couple of her sorority sisters, and some high school friends of mine from prior years. I had been accepted into my college of choice nearby and started my freshman year; Eva was getting ready to move on to law school after a year's hiatus from her studies. It was a happy time overall but more consequential than that for us. It was the first time that she truly exerted her power over me and I came to understand the power that she commanded over others as well.
The third day of our holiday was spent as a group, swimming in the pool, grilling wonderful meals, and generally having silly fun. After our parents left for their evening activities, Eva, our mutual friends, and her sorority sisters and I settled into lounge chairs taking turns being DJ and playing drinking games. At one point, Eva caught my eye and gave me her signature mischievous smile and then motioned for one of her college friends to come to her. The girl leaned down, putting her ear close to Eva's lips as Eva said something to her. The girl's face changed slightly as she stood up and looked directly at me.
Walking over to stand by an adjacent lounge chair, she reached for her bikini top and pulled it over her head revealing lovely pert breasts, and dropped the top on the chair. She then peeled off the bottoms and stood directly in front of me while looking over at Eva, who smiled and nodded. The girl was beautiful, completely hairless and glistening from suntan oil, staring into my eyes. She then turned and dove into the pool with everyone's eyes staring at her with their mouths hanging open. Eva, Mistress of the Dark Side, was in the house. I smiled at my sister, understanding that this display was for my benefit, demonstrating her power that now extended beyond family limits.
When the evening ended around 2:00 am and my friends had left, Eva came to me and whispered, "I left a gift for you in your room. Please open it, put it on, and come to my bedroom to model it for us." She then kissed my cheek and continued, "Don't keep me waiting too long." She turned and left to join her two sisters. I had a knot in my stomach, somewhat troubled by her words, but instinctively walked to my room to retrieve my "gift".
In the solitude of my room, I opened the package and saw the lovely pink lace thong panties and sheer pink negligee. I could feel the heat of the blood rushing to my face and gasped when I considered what was expected of me. Considering my options, I hesitated for several minutes but eventually removed my polo shirt and shorts, and slipped into the lace panties and negligee. She was being a sadistic bitch but I had been trained to obey her and even enjoyed following her orders.
I sipped my drink and wondered how she was doing in recovery. The doctors said that the first twelve hours would be telling and I really wanted to see her although I knew that there was not much I could do until she came back from the anesthesia. I rested my head on the back of the chair and stared into the dim recesses of the room, again drifting back in time.
I took a deep breath and silently slipped out of my bedroom, quietly walking down the hall to my sister's bedroom. I tapped on the door and within a few seconds it was opened by the girl who stripped by the pool earlier. She smiled at me and as she moved to the side to allow me to enter, I saw that she was completely naked. As I walked in, I noticed that the second girl from college was sitting in the chair facing the door and she was naked as well.
The door closed behind me and the sound startled me out of my trance. Eva spoke to me from the bed, "I was wondering what was keeping you and I was tempted to have Anna and Stacy fetch you but they are not very gentle and I did not want them to make unnecessary noise if you struggled."
