All characters are 18 years old or older. I am going through and finishing stories that I began but were left undone for one reason or another. This is one of many. I hope you enjoy it. Please vote and comment so I know if you liked it or not. This is a companion piece to 'What are the odds?' One depicts one of god blood becoming Keeper. In this piece our protagonist is decidedly mortal but with great promise.
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Jerry Colt is just another young man with a cute younger sister and a feisty mother with an attraction for the taboo and just a hint of ass play. Did I forget to mention she's a member of the Sisterhood. The Sisterhood is an ancient organization that oversees and guards sacred places the world over and none are more hallowed than the House of a Thousand Doors. Open up, enter in, and hold on tight. Important events often have small beginnings or in this case sensual ones.
1.Aw come on...
I am a push over. I am an older brother without the ability to say no to my little sister. It began in grade school and carried onto the present day. Anytime she got into trouble or needed something she turned to me. Whether it was money, or a task done it fell to me. My parents didn't help because the few times I did put my foot down she'd cry foul and they would tell me to let her have her way. By the time I was in college I had moved out and finally was away from the spoiled brat. I was renting a one-bedroom apartment off campus. I had managed to land a full scholarship, things were tight, but I was on my own. I could make my own decisions and best of all, I didn't have to deal with my sister. I didn't even give my parent's my address just in case. When my doorbell rang on a Wednesday afternoon I had no idea the trouble waiting on the other side.
"Aw hell no!" I said as I shut the door in her face.
"Jerry! I need your help!" Karen begged.
"Go away! You are nothing but trouble." I shouted through the door. "Piss off! Bugger off! Depart this place foul demon!"
"You are so funny. Open the god damn door or I'll scream rape."
"Seriously?" I said opening the door.
"No. Well maybe, I need your help." She said as she walked into my apartment. "Wow, what a shit hole."
"Fuck you too. How did you even find me?"
"I called the college and told them that mom was dying. They gave me your address."
"You know how fucked up that is right?" I asked, and she made a dismissive gesture. "What the fuck do you want Karen?"
I closed the door behind her and caught sight of her ass in the skin hugging shorts she was wearing. I could clearly see her camel toe she was sporting for all to bear witness to. No panties. She turned to face me, and I couldn't help but see how her shirt draped over her large perky tits. No bra. When the hell did mom let her go around dressed like this? Her dark hair was worn long and loose and framed her oval shaped face contrasting her pale complexion. She took after mom and the strong Irish genes coursing through her stunning body.
"I kind of bragged that I was dating a college guy. I need a date for Friday night. I need you to set me up with someone. He's got to be cute and oh drive a nice car and... what is that look for?"
"Karen, I've been too busy with schoolwork. I haven't really made any friends. If I could find someone I wouldn't really know them well enough to trust them with you." I said, and I saw her wicked mind working. I held off commenting on how she was dressed, I didn't want a fight on top of her being here uninvited.
"I guess you'll have to do." She declared. "It's not like we are going to be kissing or anything. This is just beer and pizza. You can pick me up... what now?!"
"I already have plans for Friday night." I said, and she seemed confused. "I already have a date. One of the gals in my class is going to tutor me. I'm not your puppet anymore. Go home. Tell your friends that you lied, again."
"Do I have to call Mom and Dad?" She said, and I laughed. "Why are you laughing?"
"I pay my own bills. I don't rely on them for anything. Piss off!" I said enjoying the briefest moment of triumph.
"I lied. I will cry rape. I can't ruin my reputation by you being stupid and forcing me to tell the truth." She growled. "Pick me up at the house Friday at six. Dress casual and be nice. If you fuck this up I will make your life a living hell."
"This is the last time Karen. If you show up on my doorstep again I call the cops."
"No, you won't." She sneered. "You don't have the balls."
She walked out, and I slammed the door behind her. The primal scream seemed to go on forever. I grabbed my unopened bottle of whiskey and brainstormed. There had to be a way of ending this shit once and for all. If I called my parents, they would think I was being mean to their precious little angel. I looked around my apartment and she was right it really was a shithole. But it was my shithole for now.
Six shots later or there about the idea hit me. It was simple and with a little coaxing from her friends I would have her right where I wanted. I called Selene, the gal that agreed to tutor me, and asked if we could meet up on Saturday. I explained that something with my little sister had come up. She was gracious and understood how things with family went. I couldn't wait until Friday. After it was over Karen's hold on me would be ended or my parents would disown me forever.
Friday dawned bright and clear if a little chilly. I left my last class and walked home. I took a shower, shaved, and picked my favorite cologne. I wanted to look my best, so she couldn't bitch about anything. I wore a black silk shirt and my best jeans. I arrived five minutes early and sis was outside waiting for me. She was dressed to kill. I hated to admit it, but she looked good. The short skirt barely covered her ass. I'd never really paid attention to it before but damn you could bounce a dick off that. She wore a dark blouse but was obviously not wearing a bra beneath it. She opened the passenger door and slid into the seat. Her hard-little nipples were on display beneath the sheer dark cloth of her blouse.
"Quit staring at my tits! Fucking perv!"
"Is that any way of talking to your date?" I asked as I placed my hand on her thigh.
"This was a bad idea." She snarled. "But it is too late to back out now."
"Where to?"
"Giovanni's." She said proudly. "Don't worry, dad gave me his credit card. Two drinks maximum."
We drove downtown to where the restaurant and some of the best clubs were located. Parking was a bitch, but we found a spot after our third time around the block. I offered Karen my arm and she took it. I sudden gust of wind lifted her skirt skyward and I didn't pass up the chance to sneak a peek at her black silk panties. Well at least she was wearing panties this time. Karen gave me a withering look but said nothing. We caught up with the other two couples and I felt out of place. I was the only person of drinking age in the group. I settled on soda since I suspected how expensive this meal was setting dad back. The six of us settled into a large booth and everyone ordered soda and we decided on a few appetizers to share. I asked what the plan for the evening was and as I suspected we were going to go clubbing after dinner.
"So how long have you and Karen been dating?" Louisa, a hot little Latina, asked as she chewed her lower lip.
"Not that long," I replied as my hand settled on her thigh. "But she is so 'mature' for her age."
"I knew it," Shawna, the dusky skinned brunette, squealed. "It's her tits. I mean nobody has tits like those! Do college guys go for girls like me?"
"I um..." I stammered looking at her date and he nodded. "Okay. Any guy would be damn lucky to hook up with either of you."
"He is so sweet." Louisa said sipping her soda.
"I am so lucky." Karen said leaning against me. "Oh wow!" She exclaimed when my hand moved higher up her leg. "Which club are we going to first?" She asked as her hand settled on top of mine. "Cut it out." She whispered.
"No." I fired back as I gave her thigh a quick squeeze.
Our appetizers showed up and I relented for now. After two sodas I bowed out to take a piss. The two other guys in our group Stan and Phil followed me in. As we stood side by side tapping our bladders they began to talk about Karen. It wasn't very pleasant, and I had to keep my emotions in check.
"So, you're the latest model," Phil said.
"Latest?" I asked and they both laughed.
"Yeah, she's fucked like ten guys in our class so far. I guess she got bored of us mere high school dudes."
"Jesus! No wonder she's dating him." Stan exclaimed as he stared at my dick. "He hung like a freaking ogre. Dude... I am so stoned!"
"Not cool checking out another guy's junk. For what it is worth, break that tight little pussy for us. She is such a bitch."
"I'll do my best." I said since it was all I could think of to say after all the disparaging comments I had heard.
We returned to the booth and settled into our seats. Our food had arrived and the girl's showed up right behind us. Karen seemed a bit nervous. I looked at her and she seemed to be fighting the urge to flee. What had happened in the girl's bathroom? We started eating when Shawna, who was now sitting next to me on my right, tapped me and pressed something into my hand. She mouthed the words 'you're welcome' before giggling and attacking her food. I squeezed my fingers together and I knew in a heartbeat what I held in my hand. I glanced down and opened my hand slightly. The black silk panties belonged to Karen. I stuffed them under my leg for now and ate in silence. Louisa and Phil were quietly chatting away when he made an unmistakable gesture.
"How big?" Louisa asked a little too loud. Phil whispered in her ear and she cursed in Spanish and winked at me. "You are a lucky girl."
"What the hell?" Karen asked confused. That left it to me to explain so I leaned close and whispered in her ear.
"They are talking about how big I am." I said. "Phil and Stan peeked while we took a piss."
"Oh... OH!" Karen gasped in surprise and the others broke out in laughter. "Lucky me."
I finished my meal in silence. The others changed the subject to the weed that Phil was carrying. While they couldn't drink they sure as hell could get high. Karen did her best to act cool, but I could see that she was uncomfortable. If these were her friends I'd hate to see her enemies. I was beginning to question my plan to keep my little sister at bay. It could easily backfire with the likes of these guys involved. We finished, and Phil offered to drive since he had the largest vehicle. I agreed but said I had something I needed out of my car.
"Condoms," Shawna giggled as I took the video camera from under the driver's side seat. "Better yet, we can flash him our titties later. Let's go."
