A note for the Readers:
For the purpose of clarity, I will state that Nikki was in fact my wife's younger sister; not my own, but due to the nature of our relationship and how we considered ourselves to be a very close-knit family, she quickly became the sister I never had, and I would refer to her as such, introducing her or referring to her, in informal or unofficial situations simply as 'my sister'.
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Friday, 9:30 A.M.
When I awoke, it was bright enough outside that shards of bright morning sunlight had pierced the dorm room's windows and fallen across the carpet; I got up and around quickly, still trying to process everything that had happened last night. I knew I could never look at Nikki in the same light again.
But I have to, I told myself while towling off after a quick shower. She can't ever know I was awake...
Then I remembered grabbing the back of her head and thrusting my cock deep in her throat while I ejaculated. And her uttering a loving "thanks" afterward, not bothering to whisper. She had to know.
I tried to put it out of my mind, but it was all I could think about while I got dressed and made breakfast.
When I was almost done with the pancakes, I went back into the bedroom to wake the two of them. Hannah rolled over lazily and opened her eyes, and promptly smiled at me; Nikki stirred then as well, groaning.
"Guys, I made breakfast for you," I informed them. "C'mon."
"Coffee," Nikki whined.
"That too." I left the room, and a few minutes later, they walked into the kitchen together in white tee shirts and panties.
"Sorry, we have a strict no pants before eleven policy on weekends," Hannah explained, winking at me.
"No it's fine, I feel a little overdressed," I joked.
"So do you have to go back today?" Nikki asked after finishing her breakfast. Hannah glanced up at me, waiting for the reply.
"Well, I probably should. Though I did take off for the day. I really don't have plans, but I'm sure Jenn will miss me," I laughed.
"Didn't she text you?" Nikki reached below the table and produced her phone.
"You know, you really shouldn't make a habit of keeping that there," I scolded, albeit annoyingly, I'm sure.
"This again, really?" A look of disgust flashed across her face.
"Don't even try James," Hannah offered. "I've told her a thousand times, she just won't get it."
"Anyway," Nikki said flatly, putting the phone down on the table, "she said she has training for work today and tomorrow in Pittsburgh, and won't be back until late tomorrow night."
"Huh," I muttered. "Well, I guess I could stay another day. I mean, if I'm not inconveniencing you guys."
Nikki gave me an incredulous look. "You aren't."
"Yeah, I know I'd appreciate you sticking around," Hannah added. "I have classes from noon to four today and it'd be nice to know she won't be by herself. You know, on the off chance Shelby comes looking for trouble. The way Hannah mentioned her name made it evident that she would have loved to tear her to pieces.
"Yeah, okay. That works." I got up from the table, clearing the dishes and empty juice glasses.
Over the course of the next hour, Hannah got around and left for class; Nikki declared she was heading back to bed to sleep a while longer. I took up a spot on one of the living room couches to watch some tv, for lack of anything better to do.
A few hours passed uneventfully; I fell in and out of sleep on the sofa largely due to sheer boredom.
And then, out of nowhere, I was instantly awoken by a pounding on the front door. The unmistakable "cop knock", as one of my friends had so excellently put it- slamming a closed fist against a door so hard that it was a wonder the damn thing didn't cave right in.
Oh shit, here we go, I breathed to myself, reaching under the couch for my pistol and quickly tucking it into my jeans at the small of my back.
I crossed the room, yanked the chain, smacked the dead bolt and ripped the door open mid-knock.
I was taken aback, initially. A rather short blonde-haired girl with a pretty face and brown eyes stood on the doormat, her fist raised over her head.
My first impression faded when she abruptly opened her mouth. "Where the fuck is that bitch Nikki?!"
"Uh, hi," I said evenly, putting a hand up against the doorjamb. The body language was interpreted surprisingly quickly, as the girl leaned backward just a little.
"What, are you her boy toy or something?" she blurted out rudely. Her eyes were ablaze with hostility. Her entire body seemed to be vibrating with anger.
"No, no nothing like that," I said with a laugh, trying to downplay her little temper tantrum.
So this is Shelby. She's pretty cute for being such a little shit.
"I'm her brother."
Shelby gathered herself quickly. "Yeah, okay. Well tell your little bitch-ass sister that she needs to come see me so we can end this!" She turned and started away.
I darted out the door and grabbed her arm, spinning her around.
"Don't fucking touch me!" she shouted, loudly enough that I quickly glanced about the outside of the building to see if she had drawn attention. I couldn't see anyone nearby.
"That's not going to happen," I told her coldly, but firmly.
"What the fuck, let go of me!" I hadn't released her arm.
"Shelby, right?" I asked. She didn't seem at all surprised that I knew her name. "Listen to me. My little sister is a good kid, she didn't come to school to make friends or play softball or get into spats with girls," I rifled. "She came to get an education and nothing else, and she doesn't need-"
"A spat? That's what you think I'm pissed off about?!" She could barely contain her rage. "She got me expelled indefinitely. My parents kicked me out of the house. Nikki ruined everything for me! And I'm gonna kick her ass for that."
"Yeah, well," I shouted angrily, "You could be dead, too. I guess that would be better, huh?"
"What?! Are you threatening me?"
I actually laughed out loud. "No you idiot. If you would have kept shooting up, it would only be a matter of time before you used a little too much and O-D'd."
"Well that isn't true," she managed, her temper evidently breaking, at least to an extent. I let go of her arm.
"Sure it is. You know how many people overdose on dope? You think even half of them meant to? You think parents shoot up and mean to kill themselves and leave their five and eight year old children alone in the house with their catatonic bodies?" I asked, referring to a tragic event I'd read about just three weeks previous.
Shelby didn't say anything.
"At least your parents know about it now, and they can get you help," I continued, trying to ease into a tone of sincerity. "The fact that they kicked you out says that they care enough about you to be angry. You're lucky to have that. Seriously, go get yourself cleaned up. You're too young and probably too smart to be messing around with drugs anyway," I said finally.
"Whatever, fuck you." Her voice was nearly void of the emotion that had just moments ago consumed her, and I could tell she had a few things to think about.
I turned back for the door, leaving her standing in the parking lot.
When I stepped across the doormat, I looked back to see her still there, in the exact same spot, staring at the ground. Even from fifteen feet away, I could see tears welling up in her eyes.
"Shelby?" I called, barely loud enough for her to hear. She glanced up.
"If you ever try to hurt my sister, I will kill you and make it look like an accident." There was a stony dryness to my voice that surprised even myself. I felt pretty shitty for saying that to her- almost immediately, but at that precise moment I shut the door, replacing the chain and bolt.
"Damn," Nikki said softly, standing at the opposite side of the room, still in her tee and panties. She had caught me by surprise.
"It's after eleven," I managed quickly with a light smile.
"I know you don't care," she fired back.
"So how much of that did you hear?"
She shrugged. "Eh, only like the whole thing. I still hate her."
"Well you should try to be the bigger person and let it go." I sat back down on the couch, and she joined me, plopping down so close that her body slammed into mine.
"She will need a good friend, and I'm guessing she pushed a lot of people away. If you ever cared about her, just try to remember what it was like. Because if you are willing to forgive her, and you help her through this, you'll have a friendship stronger than just about anything in the world."
"Huh," she murmured, staring through the dark television screen. "You make a lot of good points. I'll see."
"Good girl," I said plainly. "So, what the hell are we going to do for the rest of the day then?" I wrestled to pull my phone out of my pocket to look up movie times.
