I heard the slam of the front door from my room on the second floor of my family's home in Brooklyn. There was a commotion of noise and the sounds of people talking. I rolled my eyes when I heard my mother scolding at my half-sister. The usual exchange between a parent and a child was made with the ending result being my step-father having to step in to wrangle the situation. I heard Lily's stomps up the stairs and past my open bedroom door. She stopped and looked into my room. I looked up from my tablet and saw my half-sister a disheveled mess. Before she had left for her date, she wore a stunning outfit. It was one that I wished the girls I dated wore, but the girls I went after looked and behaved nothing like Lily. She wore a sweater dress that barely touched the middle of her thigh with knee length leather boots that had knitted stocks that came all the way up past her knees. Lily tucked a bit of hair and continued to look into my room.
"Are you ok?" I asked as I set my tablet down.
"Say it." She said with her extremely feminine and melodic voice. It had a slight quiver to it that would indicate that the date she went on went even more horribly wrong than the evidence had proved already.
"What?"
Lily rolled her eyes. "Tell me that you were right all along about him."
I sighed, "Lily, I'm not going to rub salt into the wounds."
She took a deep breath. "Well, he was a fucking jerk like you said he was."
I nodded.
"I'm going to take a shower."
"Lily?"
She looked up at me with eyes filled with hurt. "Yeah?"
"Did he touch you?"
She shook her head. "That was all he wanted, but I wasn't having it."
"Ok."
"Why?"
"If he did and you weren't about it, I was going to cut his dick off."
Lily smiled, "Thanks, Rob."
I nodded, "Go take your shower."
She nodded and walked off to her room which was directly across from mine. I heard her gather her things and walked off to the bathroom. I sighed. I picked up my tablet and began going through some of the work I had for school. Lily and I were three years apart from one another. She was the product of my mother and step-father after my father had run off with some floozy that he had worked with. If my mother hadn't told me when I got older, I would have thought my step-father was my real one, however, being Chinese and him not being, it would have eventually struck a cord. I flinched when my phone went off next to my leg. I picked it up and found a text from Lily.
How did you know?
I looked at my phone puzzled.
How
did I know what?
How did you know he was going to be a jerk?
I had a feeling he was.
Come on...
I took a deep breath as I tried to conjure the words for worldly older brother wisdom.
I don't know Lily. There was something about him. I am a guy. I know what guys want. He is a lot older than you are. You guys met by chance with him approaching you. That sent alarms to me the moment you told me. The only time I would even think about talking to a young pretty girl is to try to get into what was between her legs. And when he came to pick you up...the cologne he wore almost killed me and the parental units. And, I have super powers of deduction.
There was a long pause. I sighed in relief hoping that my answer was good enough for her. But, before I could set my phone down, she texted.
You think I'm pretty?
I stared at my phone not knowing what I should text back.
Rob?
I cleared my throat and scoffed at my own hesitation.
Yes.
Really?
Duh.
I heard her giggle in the bathroom.
You're weird.
I smiled.
Says the girl giggling to herself in the bathroom. Go shower. I have to send this thing out to my professor.
KK.
She was satisfied with the answer. Lily's pride was restored a bit. I set my phone down and picked up my tablet. Lily and I grew up like any other siblings. We fought. We had clashes of ideals. We picked on one another. It was a normal relationship that our parents were happy about, albeit the clashes that turned physical. I leaned back in my bed and took a deep breath and recalled the time that Lily had come into my room to hang out. We had been watching Netflix together. We ate popcorn. We laughed at the stupid movies we watched. It was a good time. She was fifteen at the time and I could still recall the look of seriousness on her face when she turned and asked me that fated question.
Do
you think it is ok for family members to fool around?
I was stunned at the question. I didn't know what to say to her then. The question still echoes in my mind. Thankfully, after that night, she never brought it up again. Yet, seeing her tonight as she walked by, the vulnerability of my usually strong and guarded half-sister conjured some misplaced feelings.
"Rob?"
I snapped out of my mental thoughts and looked up. Lily's head had popped into my room. Her bleached blonde hair was still wet and matted to her head. She appeared around the doorway more and revealed that she had just a towel on. I swallowed hard and I stared at her shapely legs. Lily stood five foot two with a slight but curvy figure. She got most of her looks from my mother with some from my step-father's Caucasian lineage. Her almost dark brown eyes looked over at me puzzled at my silence. "What?" I asked finally breaking my silence and sitting up.
"Did you have a lot of work?"
I shook my head as I touched the send button to the email application on my tablet. "Nope, I got everything done. Why?"
"Can we hang out?" she asked as she took a few steps into my room. The towel she had wrapped around her fit her form tightly. Her full B-cup breasts screamed to be let out of their terrycloth prison.
"Sure. Do you want me to go get some snacks?"
She smiled and shook her head cutely. "Let me change, dry my hair and I will get us something."
"Ok."
"Is there anything in particular that you want for snacks?" she asked.
I shook my head, "You know what I like."
"Can you find us something to watch?"
I nodded and watched as she darted off. I closed my eyes and tried to steady myself. Why was my heart racing? Why was I getting aroused? I reached down and adjusted my slightly erect cock and shifted about in my bed. Disturbed with the feelings I had, I tried my best to knock them out of my head. I grabbed my Xbox controller and got things started. Lily walked by my room moments later. She was wearing a pair of shorts that were too short for my comfort and a loose t-shirt that looked oddly familiar. She dashed down the stairs in a flurry of stomps. Even from the second floor, I heard her in the kitchen frantically gathering supplies for what I assumed was going to be a long night of Netflix binging. Before I knew it, she appeared in my room with arms spilling with treats.
"That was fast." I remarked as she set the snacks and drinks on my bed.
"May I?" she asked as she extended a silky leg and placed a knee on my mattress.
"You may." I said.
She got onto the bed carefully. I slid over a bit and allowed her more room to stretch out. She lied down on her stomach facing the television and granted me a generous view of her perfect little rear end. I took a deep breath and searched through categories.
"What do you want to watch?"
She shrugged as she passed a soda to me. "No horror. The last time you had me watching something scary, I was up all night thinking the shadows were coming to kill me."
"Lily, you were sixteen. It's been two years." I said chuckling. "Don't tell me you are scared of shadows at night still."
She looked back with an expression of mock anger, "What do
you
