Eva woke with a start and glanced around.
Where was Devon?
Pressing her hands to her face she fell back on her pillow. Devon wasn't here. He was in Florida for the week.
She glanced at the clock and jumped up. Oh, no! She'd missed her first class of the day and would miss the next one if she didn't hurry up.
Eva threw the covers back and that was when she realized she was naked. Naked? What—?
The memory of her and Jeff having sex flooded her mind, and she squeezed her eyes shut in disbelief. She thought of the way she'd kissed him, and went down on him, and her body trembled.
Shame washed over her and tears spurted into her eyes. She was going to burn in hell's fire, maybe worse since she was leading her brother down this evil path.
Taking a deep breath, Eva tried to focus on this moment. She needed to go to class, but she couldn't face Jeff right now. Obviously daddy had driven Jeff's car to work, which meant Jeff was in the house somewhere.
If he knew she was awake, he'd probably come back in here.
Her pussy tingled at the thought and she pressed her legs together until the feeling passed. It wasn't that she wanted to fuck her brother. Probably any guy would do given her clearly whorish ways.
Eva quietly drew the covers back over her body and listened for any sign of movement in the house. She laid perfectly still, her body rigid with fear.
After awhile her muscles began to ache but she was too afraid to move.
Unable to close her eyes, she glanced between the clock and door until her vision blurred.
He probably went to hang out with his friends, she told herself.
Eva cringed at the thought.
What if he was bragging about what had happened between them? What if he told his friends, and they wanted to fuck her, too? She'd read stories online about that. Jeff could easily blackmail her into becoming his slut.
Another desperate thirty minutes passed before she finally convinced herself that she was alone in the house. Spotting her cellphone on her dresser, she tiptoed across the carpet and punched in Devon's number. She heard the first ring and pressed the phone closer to her ear as she counted each one.
"Hello?"
He sounded groggy. Why was he asleep this time of the day? "Hi, Devon. It's Eva."
"Hey, Eva. What's going on? Everything all right?"
No, but how could she even begin to explain? "Yeah, I just needed to hear your voice. I miss you."
"I know you do. Shouldn't you be in class?"
He never said he missed her, which had never bothered her until now.
"I'm feeling...a little under the weather. Do you think you could home early? I know you said Friday, but I really need you to come home, Devon."
"Eva, I wish I could but working pays the bills. If we're going to get married next year, I have to work when I have the opportunity."
The thought of marrying Devon and moving into their very own house lifted her spirits. "You're right, of course. I'm just being silly. I'll pick you up at the airport Friday."
"That's my girl. My next appointment is in an hour so I'd better jet."
Devon hung up without saying goodbye or I love you and she set the phone back on the dresser. She and Devon had been together since her freshmen year in college.
Both of them had been loners.
Girls had hated her on sight because of her looks and body, and all the boys had only wanted sex. Devon, a senior, had been different, one of only a handful of black students on campus. Tall, dark, and handsome he'd taken her breath away.
He had made it clear right from the start that he was looking for a relationship, not a one-night stand. He'd treated her like a lady and never pressured her to have sex.
When she'd finally broached the subject, he'd said he wanted to wait until they married. About a year ago he'd finally given into her pleas to make love to her. At that point, she'd become convinced that something was wrong with her and needed to prove otherwise.
She hadn't.
She'd planned the perfect tryst at a quaint hotel but ended up doing it in the backseat of his car in a parking lot between classes because daddy had insisted that if she were going out after dark Jeff had to go with her.
The car had been hot and cramped. She had panicked every time she thought she heard footsteps. Completely inexperienced she hadn't known what to do to make Devon's dick hard. When she'd finally worked it up with her hand—he didn't like oral sex—he'd cum after just a few thrusts.
She hadn't even been sure he'd gotten all the way in her!
Needless to say she had confirmed her suspicions that it had to be her.
They'd rarely had sex after that, so she'd been surprised by his reaction to having Jeff tag along. She hadn't wanted her little brother around, but she'd figured Devon would be okay with it.
Still having heard no sign of movement, Eva decided to take a shower. Leaving her old towel on the floor, she grabbed a clean one from the closet in the hallway before slipping into the bathroom.
She locked the door—something she'd never felt the need to do before—and then peeked behind the curtain to make sure she was alone. She turned on the hot water and the sound of the squeaky knob was like nails on the chalkboard.
Had it always been so loud?
She'd brushed her teeth earlier but brushed them again to get the taste of...the taste out of her mouth. Normally she loved to take long hot showers but as she stepped into the tub, she knew today would be different.
She washed off quickly, being careful to clean away the evidence of her sin between her thighs. Shutting off the water Eva grabbed her towel, and then tiptoed back to her room to dry off.
As soon as she entered the room, the phone rang. Her heart stopped for a moment, and then began to beat furiously against her breastbone. She pressed her hand against her chest and tried to breathe.
It's just the phone, she said to herself as she picked up her cell. "Hello?"
"Eva? It's daddy. This is the second time I've called. Where were you?"
"In the shower." She sounded breathless, like she'd just run a marathon.
"Oh. Listen, honey, I have to work late. Don't hold dinner for me, okay?"
That meant she and Jeff would be alone all evening! Thinking quickly, she blurted, "Can I borrow your car, daddy? I thought I'd go to the mall."
"Only if Jeff goes with you. You shouldn't be out after dark by yourself, Eva."
Eva covered a frustrated wail behind her hand. She wanted to shout that she wasn't a kid anymore. She could take care of herself!
But she knew better than to argue with daddy. "Okay," she choked out.
Eva threw her phone onto the bed furious with daddy and herself for not standing up to him.
It took another hour for her nerves to settle down and once they did she sat down at her desk and tried to work on her homework. The sooner she finished school, the sooner she could get the hell of out of this house.
Sometime later a knock on her bedroom door startled her. Eva glanced up and saw Jeff in the doorway, dressed in a pair of jeans and a dark blue t-shirt that stretched across his chest. "Hey, Sissy. Are you cooking tonight?'
Eva jumped to her feet and clutched the chair behind her. "Yes, if you liked me to. I'm sorry, Jeff. Daddy called to say he's working late, and I wasn't sure you'd be here."
"No worries," he said casually. "I thought I'd cook for you tonight."
"Really?" No one had cooked for her since she'd been in the sixth grade. "Ok, thanks."
"Give me about thirty minutes."
Jeff sauntered off and Eva slumped into the chair. He hadn't said anything about earlier and hopefully that meant they could put it behind them.
Exactly thirty minutes later Jeff called up the stairs, "Dinner's done."
As Eva headed toward the kitchen she could smell pizza. Her stomach grumbled and she realized she hadn't eaten all day.
When she entered the kitchen she saw a large box sitting on the table. "Jeff, you know daddy doesn't like us to eat junk food."
"Eva, you have to learn to live a little. But I'll toss the box before he sees it."
Jeff winked conspiratorially and Eva laughed. "You always were hardheaded."
Not that that was a good thing in this house.
Jeff set a plate with two larges slices of pepperoni and mushroom on the table in front of her. "Still your favorite?"
Her heart softened. He remembered. "Yes, thanks."
Jeff sat down across from her and took a slice right from the box. Eva started to stand. "Would you like me to get you a plate?"
Jeff grabbed her hand and heat spread up her arm and suffused her whole body. "No, I'm good," he told her.
Evan gently tugged her hand free from his and picked up a slice to eat.
They didn't talk much as they ate the first couple of slices. Eva felt like a tongue-tied teenager on her first date. The heat Jeff had ignited settled between her thighs and directly on her cheeks.
Jeff told her about the classes he'd signed up to take this fall. Like her, he was attending a local college. Having already taken her basic courses, she offered to share her notes, if he wanted.
