Raven Adams cast a sideways glance out of her second story office towards the driveway as her brother pulled up, revving the engine of his new toy, a Porsche Turbo Cabriolet, before cutting it off, casting the house in relative silence, save for her Erin Mccarley CD playing in the background.
"Sis, I'm home!" Jericho Adams bellowed as he hit the door.
She got up and padded towards the stairs, curious to see what he had planned for dinner as he loved to cook, proclaiming himself a self taught chef, and was always surprising her.
Her office was on the second of a three story villa overlooking the ocean, her brother's house. She had been there about seven months, looking after his books.
Raven's brother Jericho was a Hollywood star, he had been in nine movies thus far, and was filming his first major starring role, a big budget summer action flick that had him working crazy hours. Well known about town for being a "Ladies Man", he had cooled off since she had been there, but he never denied the tabloid dalliances when she asked, and had even filled her in on a few that had never made the news wire.
Raven was fresh off of a divorce, wallowing in her own misery when Jericho called her at her home in Chicago, asking her help. Jericho's business manager had siphoned off his money, hundreds of thousands, in fact. He had counted his blessings that his big sister was an accountant and financial advisor and had always made him invest his money wisely, so he had some cash. He wanted her to come to California and help him get his things straight. Luckily, they were able to recover a little over half of what was stolen, but not Paul, the former business manager. It was perfect timing for her, as she and her husband had built quite a clientele in their business together in Chicago, but with the divorce, she wanted nothing to do with him or her former livelihood, long story short, the ex bought her out of her half and off she flew to L.A.
She whispered barefoot down the stairs and into the kitchen where her younger brother had started cleaning veggies, his back to her. Raven always amazes herself as she gets taken aback by her brothers ravishing good looks, admonishing herself when she does so, only to do it all over again...and again. Jericho's body was in the vein of Christian Bale, muscular and defined, standing at six foot two and about two hundred pounds, his hair a dirty blonde.
He turned.
"Hey, sis, ready for a nice steak, some shrimp and grilled veggies?"
"Sounds great, Jer. How was the shoot today?"
He pittered about the kitchen, happy as a clam, telling her about his day, about the bitchy female lead, about how he was so pumped up to be working with this great director. She just kept her eyes on him, surveying the way that his Smiths t-shirt hugged his large biceps and was taut over his defined pecs. She knew that she shouldn't want him, which was wrong, but he was a gorgeous hunk.
'It's not like we grew up together,' Raven would rationalize.
Their parents had divorced when Jericho was three, Raven fourteen. Mom took Jericho to California, Raven stayed with Dad in Chicago. Their divorce was as nasty as could be, and it wasn't until their father passed away a few years ago that the lines of communication opened back up.
"What do you think about that?" Jericho asked.
"Huh, wha-?" She stammered.
"Lost in the sauce again, huh, sis?"
"I am sorry, what did you say, hon?"
"I was telling you about my costar, the entitled bitch?" He started gyrating his hips. "I should give her the magic stick and change her attitude!"
They both laughed.
"Stop talking about sex, Jer, it's been almost two years!"
"TWO YEARS!" Jericho exclaimed raucously. "I knew that it had been awhile, but two fucking years? I need to set you up with some hard dick, knock those cobwebs off!"
Raven curled her lip up and threw an oven mitt at him, missing wildly.
"Fuck you!" She bellowed, "Besides, no one in this fickle city will want an old woman."
"C'mon, now, Raven, old? You are fine as shit, babe! You have a smokin' hot body, a great ass, you are gorgeous, and if I may add, remarkable tits. If you weren't kin, I would knock the bottom right out of it!"
"JERICHO ADAMS!" Raven squealed, crossing her arms over her 32C breasts. "You really know how to get a woman all riled up, don't you?"
"Well, you know how to get a guy worked up, my dear, what with the way you dress around here!"
Raven had been sitting on the kitchen counter, Indian style, while they talked and she pounced off of the counter, fixing her hands on her hips and smiling.
"What is wrong with the way that I dress, young man?'
"Absolutely nothing, believe me, absolutely nothing. I mean, just because I am your brother doesn't mean that I can't admire from afar!" He fixed her with his award winning smile. "Now, go put on something really sexy for dinner."
"You are just saying that to make me feel better."
Raven turned and sashayed up to her room as Jericho watched her go.
"Oh, no I'm not," he whispered, "no I'm not."
Jericho had seen his sister for the first time in years when he and his mom flew to Chicago for his dad's funeral that turned out to be quite an emotional reunion, especially for his mom. Jericho appreciated her geniality, noting that she was very smart and could hold a conversation on all sorts of subjects.
They had kept in contact via text messages, phone calls and emails as often as possible, and she jumped at the chance for a change of scenery when he called her to see if she would move, albeit temporarily, to Cali to help fix his finances.
When he saw her coming out of the tunnel from the plane, he was blown away; she was nothing like he remembered. In Chicago, it had been cold, so she didn't wear anything that revealed her body, and she had mainly kept her hair pinned up, however, this vision that made her way towards him oozed sexuality, long blonde hair flowing about the middle of her back, she wore a short denim skirt that showed off her taut thighs, flip flops and a tight t-shirt that molded to her ample breasts.
They embraced in the middle of the gate's waiting area (which pictures of hit the tabloids the next day) tightly before she broke the hug.
"Damn, sis!" He grinned, "You look amazing!"
Since that day, he stole as many glances her way as possible, trying not to get caught. He knew that she was his blood; however, he couldn't help it. Raven had gotten more and more comfortable around him and started wearing less and less, nothing slutty, but revealing in their own right. He loved the days when he could stay home and hang out by the pool with her, especially when she wore the micro-kini that he bought for her.
Jericho shook his head violently to get the images of his sister out of his mind, not so surprised to see that he had the beginnings of an erection. He grabbed the meat tray and made his way out to the grill.
The following month was MTV's Movie Awards, and Jericho thought that his sister would get a kick out of going with him. She would still get a little agog when she ran across a celebrity, and he knew that she would have a blast, and Jericho was looking forward to the after parties.
