This story is copyright 2003 of destinie21
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The phone was ringing when I entered the apartment and for some reason I ignored the miracle of caller ID and picked up the receiver. I'd had a trying day and it was reflected in my voice as said hello. I cursed myself internally when I recognized my mother's voice on the other end. She spent the first fifteen minutes of the one-sided "conversation" making me feel guilty for not calling her often enough. I apologized half-heartedly and waited for her to cut to the chase, we were close but she rarely called just to chitchat. I didn't even bother mentioning that the phone worked two ways. If she got that in her head she might call more often and god knows I couldn't dodge her forever. The thing about my mother was that she was always trying to pry into my business, talking to her was like an interrogation. I was reviewing my endless to do list when she got around to the real reason for the call.
"Your sister is going to be in New York for a couple of weeks to lay some tracks for her new album and I thought since you had a spare room..."
I had to use every ounce of will power I possessed not to hang up the phone; my mother knew I could barely stand my sister. It was nothing new we had been at odds since the day Sheridon could talk. She had always been a drama queen but every since she had become a star she was insufferable, had we not been bound by blood I doubt we would have even crossed paths.
I tried to ignore the tension headache that came on at the mere thought of my younger sister, as my mother went on about me having the nice big apartment and there being no reason for Sheridon to stay at a hotel. I had a dozen reasons why she should stay at a hotel or at least away from me but my mother didn't accept one of them. She gave me some bullshit about Sheri being lonely when she was in town. I didn't believe that for a New York minute, Sheri was rarely if ever alone. My mother as usual was relentless and in an instant I went from being a grown woman to being seven years old.
"Fine Mother, just make sure she doesn't bring her whole fucking entourage to my door."
"Don't forget who you're talking to little girl."
"Sorry Mother" I sighed hoping she couldn't somehow tell I was rolling my emerald eyes. We spoke for a few more moments, before disconnecting.
After I hung up the phone I couldn't quite remember how she had tricked me but somehow she had and I was stuck.
Sheridon arrived two days later, she was only supposed to be staying for two weeks but she had enough suitcases for more than a month. The doorman was struggling with her bags and all she was carrying was a tiny purse. I rolled my eyes and stepped back as she entered. Tony and I stacked the bags by the door, and then he tipped his hat before leaving. I gave him a wave and a word of thanks as he went.
Despite the fact that I had lived in New York for nearly a decade this was the first time my sister had ever been to my apartment, although she had visited the city countless times.
There were no cheerful hello's exchanged between us I pointed her to the guestroom and returned to the couch. She stood by the door looking at me with her hands on her hips. I may not have liked my sister but I couldn't deny her good looks she had gotten our mother's high cheekbones and honey colored almond shaped eyes. At on time her hair had been dark brown and just as curly as my own but now it had been straightened and lightened within an inch of its life. I had to admit that with her, honey brown skin the blonde and chestnut locks suited her.
I tried to ignore her and continue reading but I couldn't concentrate, her mere presence set my teeth on edge. I sighed she hadn't been here for ten minutes and already she was working my nerves. She was obviously indignant; I glanced up from the book.
"What?"
"I haven't seen you in nearly eight month and you can't even spare a moment to ask about my life."
I almost laughed; of course she would be mad I was hanging on her every word like some misguided fan. Frankly I didn't give a damn about her tour, her success was old news, without another word I pretended to go back to reading, and she turned and walked down the hall in a huff. I noticed that she left her set Louis Vuttion luggage by the door, if she thought I was carrying it to her room she then she had lost her cotton pickin' mind. Who the hell needed so much shit for two weeks anyway?
I went about my usual routine and tried to pretend Sheri wasn't there, that only worked for about two hours. I was in the bedroom that I had converted into an office when she came in. She had obviously taken at least one of her suitcases into her room because she was wearing a different outfit. I took in her fitted red pants and sleeveless top with a designer's eye, the outfit itself was simple but the perfect cut and tailoring suggested that it had been customized for her and had probably cost more than most people spent on clothes in a year. Even her toenails were painted red. Was this really how she lounged around the house?
She entered the room; and started looking around. There were fashion sketches and plastic covered bolts of fabric thrown haphazardly in the corner pencils pens, markers, and sketchbooks covered nearly every surface in what I liked to call organized chaos. She looked at the drawings without a word. While I pretended to ignore her as I inked yet another sketch but for some reason it was nearly impossible to do so.
She kept looking around circling the room until finally she ended up behind me, having no concept of personal space Sheri leaned over my shoulder. Her lips were near my ear when she spoke.
"That's really nice, Raine."
Her voice was low pitched and smooth as silk, the voice she'd had for years. The very voice that had gotten her a record deal when she was 19, but had never really affected me before sent shivers down my spine as she spoke. For a moment I couldn't move. When my brain finally kicked in I almost managed to moderate my voice to its normal tone.
"Sheri I'm busy, go away."
She stepped back immediately, as she left I glanced up if I didn't know better I would have said her feelings were hurt. I pushed that thought aside only because it was ridiculous based on our dynamic. I couldn't concentrate anymore although I hid in the office for another hour before emerging. By then I was almost able to convince myself that my baby sister hadn't excited me with her voice.
She was curled up on the sofa when I entered the living room; looking so small laying there on the expanse of black leather. At the moment I couldn't remember why there was so much animosity between us, as she lay there sleeping she looked as near to innocence as she was ever going to get.
I went back to the studio for a moment, to gather a pencil and a sketchbook, as she slept I sketched her face. Sheri had been my first model; I had been drawing her since I was nine, before the need to compete had set in. However she hadn't sat for me for years and years.
I concentrated on her face as I sat there drawing, the angles and planes formed beneath the graphite of the pencil and I nearly smiled. The process of creating something from nothing always relaxed me, and made me feel unreasonably happy. She startled me when she opened her eyes. I wondered how long she'd been awake or more accurately I wondered if she'd ever been asleep. She stared at me locking, her gaze with mine and for some reason I wanted to blush. I closed the sketchbook quickly as Sheri sat up and smiled slowly, when had she gotten so very sexy? I jumped up from my position on the floor needing to run.
The first time it could have been a fluke, after all I was attracted to woman and maybe her voice had just struck a chord, or at least that's what I told myself when I tried to rationalize my earlier reaction. But she wasn't talking now and it was her lips that I was thinking about. That slow perfect smile had made me drop my eyes to her lips, in that moment I wanted to press my lips against hers and open her mouth with my tongue. Just seconds after the thought formed I was denying it, and pushing it away.
I shook off what I considered to be another bout of temporary insanity; Sheri was staring at me with her smile still in place as she spoke.
"You always used to draw me, when you thought I was asleep." "What do you mean Sheri?" Although I hadn't meant it too the question came out sounding harsh and accusing. It was the tone of our usual communication, and the attraction I was trying to deny added a razor sharp edge to my voice.
Her smile wavered and a frown crossed her brow for an instant.
"Jesus Raine I didn't accuse you of a crime, all I meant was that you were always drawing me when you thought I wasn't looking."
I smiled a little, not at all sure how to deal with her. I had expected that her visit would be nothing but turmoil and braced myself for conflict. So far I had been the one snapping and treating her badly, while she had been civil.
"Sorry I didn't mean to snap I'm just tired."
She shrugged her shoulders, and rose from the couch stretching. I tried not to notice the way her shirt rose slightly as she lifted her arms over her head, I also tried not to notice the way my heart quickened just a little at the sight.
I had to get far away from her fast, because I felt as if I was losing control. I turned walking away, putting distance between us. I couldn't understand what was going on, Sheri looked the same as she had when I'd seen her at Christmas in California eight months earlier, and she had never ever stirred me up sexually before now.
I went into my room and sat down on the edge of the bed resting my head in my hands , I rubbed my face briskly as if I could rub away the indecent thoughts that I was having about Sheri. Was I turning into some kind of pervert? Incest was for backwoods yokels with names like Hoss and Billie Sue, the thought of kissing my sister should have made my stomach turn, but it didn't. In fact the thought sent bat-winged butterflies through the pit of my stomach and a lower place I refused to even think about.
I sat there for a moment longer trying to get my bearings, before jamming my feet into a pair of beat up old green converse high-tops. I all but ran from the apartment, I knew where I was going I also knew what I was doing, although I wanted to refute that too. My feet slapped the pavement as I jogged through the streets. It was hotter than fuck but I barely noticed as I ran the full ten blocks to my destination.
The doorman gave me a curious look as I entered the high-class apartment building, I had been here before but I was usually dressed to the nines. This time I hadn't even bothered with a comb, and my oversized paint stained T-shirt and short denim shorts didn't exactly scream class. If I'd been thinking I might have gotten a little offended that he had judged me on looks alone. I had more than enough money to live in this building even if I was looking a little out of sorts. I crossed the elegant lobby and pressed the button for the elevator. I grew impatient waiting and pressed the up button repeatedly as if it would make the elevator descend faster.
When it arrived I entered thanking god I was the only one on it as I pressed the number for Asha's floor and waited. When the doors opened I stepped out and hurried to the apartment that occupied the whole floor, I knocked on the door and waited. I could hear her moving around and after a few moments she appeared. I took her in with a glance, she was long and lean, with deep brown skin and jet black hair that she kept in a straight sleek chin length bob. I could see the surprise in her brown eyes behind her small stylish glasses, but nevertheless she stepped back letting me in.
Asha barely had time to shut the door, I was all over her, kissing her lips and running my hand beneath her loose tank top, while my thigh pressed between her legs. She moaned and arched against me, breaking the kiss I looked at her, both of us were nearly breathless.
She spoke first.
