"I have an appointment with your sister," said the woman in black vinyl. "Mind if I come in?"
Exquisitely Edited by
Penelope Pendergasp
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Eve stood in my parents' doorway, silhouetted by the bright midafternoon sun, her hourglass figure straining at the vinyl catsuit she wore. I gaped at her as my eyes struggled to adjust.
She raised a perfectly shaped eyebrow.
"Well? Is your sister here?" she said.
Kim's upstairs all right, I thought, her fragrant cum loud in my nose and all over my face. My mind's eye flashed to the three naked girls in my sister's room, cock throbbing in my pajama pants, raw and half hard.
"Um," I said, "Yeah," I said, stepping back to allow her in. "Come in."
"I have a table out in the car," she said. "Mind giving me a hand?"
"No problem," I said, following her out to her car. It was a new Volvo station wagon, black and gleaming, adorned on the hatch with a bright red decal shaped like a pair of puckered lips. She popped the gate. A massage table lay inside, I hoisted it by the handle and brought it in, setting it down in the foyer.
"I'm Eve," she said, grasping my hand. "Your sister brought you to my store earlier. You must be Ben."
Her hands were smooth and firm. Tingles raised the hair on the back of my forearm, rushing up into my neck and scalp. The ecstasy my sister had given me earlier swelled and pulsed, and my jaw was tight.
Eve unfastened her attache and removed a gift-wrapped package with Kim's name on it, setting it on the table.
Mind racing, I tried to think of what to do.. Kim was pretty out of it after the fucking we'd given each other. My muscles were still Jello, suffused with orgasmic bliss, and I was half out of my mind looking at Eve's unlikely body and otherwordly face.
"I can take that to her," I said.
Eve smiled at me, her bright blue eyes framed by full lashes, raising an eyebrow. Her lips were full, her lipstick bright red and glossy. I realized suddenly that I was gawking...and still holding her hand.
"I promised I'd put it into her hands myself," Eve said.
Dropping her hand, I beckoned her into the kitchen, my shirtlessness making me self-conscious.
"I'll go let Kim know you're here," I said, "Can I get you something to drink?"
"Thank you," she said, "a glass of wine would be great"
"Sure thing, what do you like?" I said.
"Something sweet," Eve said. Her lips were red and very wet.
"Have a seat," I said, gesturing to the bar in my parents' kitchen. She perched on a tall bar stool and set Kim's package down on the bar, her phone next to it, the attache by her feet. She was wearing black shoes with high spike heels and open toes. Her toenails were a deep red, matching her lips.
I fetched a bottle of Riesling and a glass and brought both to her.
"You're not joining me?" she said.
"Oh no," I said, "I'm good."
She regarded me for a second, cocking her head.
"Come on," she said, "live a little," a smile playing at the corner of her mouth. Was she teasing me? It felt a little like she was.
I shrugged and got another glass, pouring for both of us.
"Cheers," she said, the glasses tinging. We drank. The roll in my system made the wine taste a little odd, but sweet and refreshing.
"I'll go let Kim know you're here," I said. She was looking down at her phone, not paying me any attention. I started to walk to the stairs when Eve called to me.
"Don't forget my table. She'll want to be comfortable during her session, no one wants a table massage in the kitchen."
I stopped and turned back to grab the table. First I set the glass of wine down, then shrugged, picked it back up and tossed it back in three long gulps.
"Ok," I said, hefting the massage table again.
"Thank you," she said, rewarding me with a smile, laying her hand on my arm.
"No problem," I said, blushing. The table was sturdy and fairly heavy. My heart was pounding and my face flushed by the time I got to the top of the stairs.
I leaned the table against the wall outside my sister's bedroom door and went inside. The three of them looked up from my sister's desk.
"Here, this one's for you," said my sister. A line of powder lay on her chemistry textbook, a short straw next to it.
"What is that?" I asked. The roll Kim had shoved up my ass was pulsating and radiating waves of pleasure. "I don't think I need anything else."
"It's a painkiller. It'll really set you off," she said.
"Um," I said, "I think I'll wait. Eve is downstairs, you have a massage appointment apparently?"
"She's a fox, huh?" said my sister, grinning.
"Where do you want it?" I said.
"Put it by the foot of the bed," she said.
I toted the massage table and set it down at the foot of Kim's bed. I caught a glimpse of myself in Kim's mirror. As bookish as I was, the cross country running I did kept me lean, short hair tousled and a two day stubble darkening my face.
Kim was behind me suddenly, looking around my shoulder at us in the mirror, one hand sliding over my hard abs, the other pressing a pill into my hand.
"Jesus, Kim!" I said, "I think I've had plenty of drugs for now!"
"You're going to need that," she said, her hand slipping from my abs down underneath the waistband of my drawstring pants.
I looked at the blue diamond shaped pill.
"Viagra?" I said.
"It's really more for me than you," she said. "And for Jenn and Molly. Jenn wanted me to tell you she said 'You're hers,' and that you really should take that."
I looked at Jenn. She smiled at me, eyebrows raising expectantly. The twins were both in form fitting fuzzy pajamas, now, Jenn in pink, Molly in black.
