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.
