Castillo. Day eight. Tuesday.
I swear I heard a noise at my door. I think that's what woke me. I locked my door last night - I always do. This morning, after daylight broke from behind my window blinds, a noise popped me to attention. Someone was trying to open my bedroom door.
There are only two other people in my home: my mother and my younger sister. Logic would dictate the latter. What would she want with my room, or with me, this early in the morning? Given how my life has been evolving of late, I can think of a few ideas - not all of them appropriate or reasonable That's not to say I would necessarily say no. But I suppose that's one of the reasons why I keep locking my door.
In any event, as I'm stirred awake, I rise to my feet and stand naked in my room. Last evening's satisfying seance of masturbation is still fresh in my brain, and I recall how one photo of my erection sent to my several girlfriends triggered what appeared to be a shared experience (everyone isolated but indulging at the same time in the moment). I loved it and I love imagining it - any and all of them putting their hands between their legs, me watching them perform. But my mind needs to focus this morning.
Quickly, I grab my phone and check my messages. The plan is set for Wednesday's interview with Lulu Bowler. All confirmations are in. On Thursday, Stacy O'Malley is willing to accompany me to the bank to discuss ways to manage my investment for the luxury beach house. I have good feelings about it, but then again recently, I always have good feelings.
Today, however, there is a more personal matter I want to attend. Not need. Want. I open the blinds on my window, looking out the side of the house, at the Walker residence. I haven't been with Pauline for a few days now, since last Thursday in fact. I can only speculate how her weekend went. I'm sure she had a great time with her children, but I'm not quite certain it was the same with her husband Jeff. Their relation is in dire straits; honestly, I don't think I want to save it, but that's not my call. All I want to do is to give Pauline a fighting chance or better options. She told me that this summer, her children are at a summer camp so I don't have to worry about their presence disrupting my plans.
When I get to the bathroom door, I find it locked. I knock. My younger sister answers:
- Slowpoke! she calls out.
- I can wait, I reply.
- You don't have to, she replies. You can come in if you want.
- I would, but you locked the door.
- Oh.
I hear steps walk towards the door; I brace myself for it to open, half-expecting nudity. I'm surprised Heather is not naked - she's in her usual pyjamas, her top buttons mostly undone so I get a view of her small breast cleavage and her belly button. Regardless of my reaction, I stroll in.
- What are you doing? I ask. Weren't you taking a shower?
- Well, I was, but you wanted in, so...
- ...so?
She stares at me; I stare back.
- So do you need to pee? Do you want a shower? she snaps back.
- I was gonna take a shower.
- Don't let me stop you, then.
I hesitate only for a moment before I strip, dropping my bathrobe to the floor. I find her eyes wandering to my naked form. She's already seen me naked - in fact, she's seen me in full hard-on mode, making myself come on my chest. I sense her holding back so I decide to remain quiet and not press anything. I step into the water and pull the newly-repaired curtain in place. I wait a moment - she's literally not doing anything.
- Are you ok, Heather?
- Mmm? Oh! Yeah. Sure.
She sounds distracted; maybe it's the effect I have recently been having on people, but something tells me it's a bit more than that. She could simply be her usual mischievous self, waiting to pounce. I decide to ignore her and turn on the tap. Cool water flows on me, stirring me further awake.
- I miss Stacey, Heather suddenly calls out.
- I miss her too.
I hear the door close, then lock.
- You... had fun with her in the shower, didn't you? Heather inquires.
She already knows. Right before leaving, Stacey told me that she told her.
- We entertained ourselves, I admit.
I hear a long sigh.
- Wish I could have been there, she mumbles.
- It would have been nice, I reply.
I keep washing myself; I've decided to let her roll with whatever she has on her mind and not force anything upon her. If I make suggestions, it's probable she'll think of implementing them. I want her true wishes to be aired out.
- It shouldn't be complicated, she tells me.
- What shouldn't be?
- This... us. You, me, Stacey...
- It... doesn't have to be, I answer.
- Really?
I hear the nerve cracking. She's not moving but I sense her tensing up.
- When I look at you, Grant... I... what I think is... well...
I let her find the words on her own.
- A lot of people would say that it's inappropriate.
- And what do you think? I reply in the most neutral tone.
- I think... I think you're the best man I've ever met. I think I really, really like you. I think taboos are overrated.
- I feel the same way, I reply.
I decide I've heard enough. I turn off the water - I'm practically clean anyway. I pull the curtain open, offering my nakedness to my sister's view once more. She turns her gaze and stares between my legs, then looks up at my face. She smiles. I offer my arms. She walks over to me and cuddles, wrapping her arms against my wet frame. Her head rests against my chest as I caress her hair.
- There's no rush, I tell her. And no need either. Let's just roll with whatever comes to us, okay?
- Okay.
I kiss her hair; she hugs me tighter, then lets go.
- You done with the shower? she asks.
- I am.
- Well then...
As I step out of the shower, she starts to strip. I honor her decision by watching her; it's not meant to be seductive in any way, more formal in demonstration, but I can still appreciate it. I marvel a moment at her figure, then suddenly tell her to hold the pose. Mindful of my own nudity, I unlock the door, cross the hall into my room. Mom is downstairs, in the kitchen. I hurry back with my phone in hand. Heather is both pleased and stunned by my initiative, and she takes a pose for me - nothing too seductive, but offering me a perfect view of her naked body, small breasts and beautiful curves. We laugh a moment, then she steps into the shower. I grab a towel and head back to my room.
Around the kitchen table, mom asks my plans for the day.
- I have errands to run. But I should be back for supper.
- You're keeping yourself so busy, mom comments.
- Idle hands, mom.
She laughs; Heather joins us at the table. Her knee touches mine under it. I wink at her when mom isn't looking in our direction. The playfulness of it all is quite enticing. There's not more to this interaction but I enjoy it immensely. Perhaps it foreshadows an evolution in our relation, such as the one I experienced with my other sister, Stacey.
Or perhaps I'm reading too much into it.
I set out on my day by leaving the house, then quickly head across to my neighbor's place. I don't knock - after all, Pauline gave me a key so I could let myself in. I know her children are still at summer camp, and her husband has left for work: his car is no longer in the driveway. I close the door quietly behind me and walk where I heard a gentle hum - in the kitchen. I stop at the door frame and stare.
Pauline is leaning over the sink, washing dishes, gently humming as she toils away.
- Maybe you want to put that down? I tell her.
She turns around, almost dropping the towelette, and smiles at me.
- Grant!
She's still wearing her nightgown and it swivels with her. She puts down the items in her hand, then trots across the room towards me, stopping as if she didn't believe I would come back. Her hand reaches for my cheek. I smile gently.
- I told I'd be back.
- I... I'm sorry.
Her eyes almost swell up with tears; I caress her cheek in return and lean in to kiss her. She takes my mouth against hers and shivers.
- Are you all right? I ask, pulling away.
- Sex now, she replies. Talk later.
I don't argue. She drags me to the living room, stripping out of her nightgown, exposing her delicious thirty-something frame. I stop in the middle of the room and proceed to strip completely as well. She turns around and waits for me to be done - that is, she keeps her distance as she starts caressing her body to excite me, running hands across her curves, grabbing her breasts, caressing between her legs. It doesn't take much to get me excited for her.
- I'm so wet for you, she confesses.
- How do you want me?
She motions to the coffee table and has me sit on it; she then proceeds to climb over me, straddling me from the front so she can get a better sight of what we're about to do. Her eyes don't deviate as she connects our sexes, then with one hand proceeds to guide me inside her. She pushes down while I push up, resting on my hands for support. I grunt as I make my way inside her moist confines. I hear the muffled restraint of Pauline as she accepts me inside her once more.
- Oh... I've missed you in me.
- It's wonderful for me too, I reply. Don't stop on my account.
She leans back and puts her hands on the couch behind her, then starts to sway her body, my shaft moving inside her with the rhythm she gives us. She's in charge now - I certainly don't mind. It allows me to watch her delightful figure hovering above me, the sway of her breasts as she dances on my cock, the beautiful expression of bliss that slowly encompasses her face.
- I'm... sorry for needing you so much, she tells me.
- Don't be sorry, I reply. I'm here now. Take what you want.
- Oh... so big in me...
I have to support myself on my hands behind me, lest I might lose my equilibrium on the unsteady table, but I manage to lift one hand to caress her breast, drawing a sweet moan from her lips.
- Grant... she adds.
- Pauline, you're amazing.
- I wish I'd known you before, she replies, thrusting down hard on me.
- You... know me now.
We continue like this for a moment more; because she's in control, Pauline is able to direct the stimulation more on her side. I just have to rein in some of my energy as I watch her climb to the next peak, then the next, to the penultimate moment where her mouth opens wide, her eyes close, and the pleasure hits her.
- Aaaahhh...
