The Apartment

Disclaimer:

All characters in this work are completely fictional; any resemblance to real people is completely coincidental; each character is at least 18 years old or older.

I have a Part 2 and a Part 3 already written and ready to go. I am not sure if there will be any additions to the story after Part 3. I will take suggestions for Part 4, or an epilogue, after publishing Part 3, and I will give credit to those who inspire further additions, if they are written.

This is my first time publishing on Literotica. Thank you for reading.

Introduction:

"What happens in this apartment, stays in this apartment," my sister says. We are sitting at the apartment's breakfast table.

I shoot her a quizzical look, not quite sure what to make of her statement.

"What I mean is, this is an adult's apartment." Her tone softens slightly as she adjusts to my reaction. "If I want to bring someone into my bedroom, I will." She pauses, looking at me intently, waiting for my agreement.

Her statement becomes a little clearer. I nod, understandingly. "Okay."

She goes on, "If I want to parade around in my nothingness, I will. This was my apartment first. I'm not going to change my lifestyle for you, not even because you're my brother. You're an adult now, so I expect you to act like one."

I don't really expect her to parade around with nothing on, but I won't stop her if she wants to. My sister is gorgeous.

"It was different when Meghan was my roommate," my sister explains. "Her and I would go out on Friday nights, bring guys back here...sometimes the same one."

Astonishment comes over my face. She avoids eye contact, but I notice she smiles to herself at her last comment.

"Anyway, sport, it all stays here. Understand?", she says, looking at me again.

"Absolutely," I nod again, composing myself. Now I really get the picture: Meghan and my sister having a threesome with some lucky asshole. How am I ever going to not think about that again?

"Good." We stand up and she draws me in for a full body hug. "I'm glad you're here."

Her well-developed breasts press against my chest and I break the hug before my hard-on becomes noticeable. "Don't worry, Sis. I won't get in your way. I'm going to be the best roommate you've ever had," I say, holding her hands, looking her in the eyes.

She smiles. "I know you will, Jake." She lets go and briefly points towards my new bedroom to say, "Now, off to bed. You've got a big day tomorrow. You don't want to be tired on your first day of classes."

I give her a loving smile and one more quick hug to kiss her cheek and say, "Good night, Clarice," then head into the bedroom that she helped me set up earlier in the day.

I plop down on my bed, the image of my sister and Meghan still burned in my mind. Was she kidding? About all of it? Or, any of it? If she wasn't kidding, then will I really get the chance to see her naked?

I love my sister. I mean, I

really

love her. I would marry her if it weren't illegal. That's the kind of love I'm talking about. The wrong kind. She's smart, sexy, funny, and beautiful, with a near-supermodel body. Did I mention sexy?

Of course, she doesn't know any of this, or else she might have felt differently about us sharing an apartment. I was overjoyed at the end of last semester when Meghan moved in with her boyfriend just before I graduated. My parents, who are paying all of our expenses, told my sister not to bother finding another roommate since I will be attending the same college in the fall. She's three years older than me, so this will be her last year at college anyways.

So, here I am, living with the love of my life. Not that I expect anything to happen between us. We're brother and sister after all. But just being around my sexy sister every day is enough for me. I finally fall asleep while trying to imagine what it would be like if my incestuous feelings were reciprocated.

I am up early in the morning. I shower and dress myself. I am eating breakfast as Clarice emerges from her bedroom. My jaw drops as I watch her from the breakfast table. Turns out she wasn't kidding. My sister rubs the sleep from her eyes as she walks across the apartment towards the bathroom, stark naked. Once she disappears into the bathroom, I remain dazed by the grace of her naked, beautiful, sexy form. My only successful thought is an incredulous, "Fuuuuuck."

I stare, not at the empty living room that my naked sister just traversed, but through it, daydreaming, replaying the moment over and over in my mind. I am pulled back to reality by the sound of the bathroom doorknob. My sister emerges once again into the open apartment, and once again wholly nude. My cock responds instantly.

Now I stare at her, dumbfounded, gazing over her body from head to toe as she saunters towards the breakfast table. My eyes bounce between her luscious breasts and her hairless pussy. Her body belongs on a men's magazine cover.

"What?" my sister asks when she sees my reaction and smiles. "Oh, this?" She runs her hand over her smooth mound and shrugs. "Guys like it. Don't tell mom, okay? She'd think I was some kind of slut or something." She must think I see beautiful naked women everyday.

"N-no, I won't tell," I stammer, wondering when I will ever be talking to my mother about my sister's pussy hair, or lack thereof.

She's standing next to me now, by the breakfast table. "You're up early," she says. "Anxious about your classes?" Her breasts are level with my eyes, stirring up such lustful feelings that I can hardly speak.

I manage to peel my eyes away from her entirely, looking down at my breakfast. "Yeah," I blurt out. Damn, she is just standing there naked, completely oblivious to my reaction to the sight of her. I force myself to look up, past her glorious tits, into her eyes. "I thought I'd scope out the classrooms and lecture halls ahead of time." I manage to complete a sentence while my sexy naked sister is standing less than a foot from me.

"You'll be fine," she assures me as she leans down and plants a kiss on the top of my head. Her left boob brushes my shoulder and a surge of tingling goes straight to my cock. "Good luck," she says as she turns and walks back to her bedroom.

I watch her firm ass cheeks undulate seductively. Fuck! I thought she was kidding about parading around. I adjust my stiff cock. These living arrangements have the potential to be a hundred times better than I thought. Hell, it is already going great.

I make it through the first week of my classes without any problems, greeting my beautiful naked sister every morning with a big smile and hard prick promptly at 7:30am when she emerges from her bedroom. Every night when she retreats to her bedroom around 10:30pm, I quickly get ready for bed and jerk off thinking about my sister's body.

We eat breakfast together while she's naked, and it's always upsetting when breakfast is finished and we have to get ready for the day. Also, Clarice is great in the kitchen. We eat dinner together each night while discussing our various classes, professors, homework, and classmates. In the evening on Monday, after dinner Clarice came out of her room, having taken off all of her clothing from the day, and just relaxed on the couch. She did the same thing again on Tuesday. On Wednesday she removed her clothes even before making dinner. Talk about "dinner with a view." On Thursday, once I heard Clarice's clothes hitting the floor before dinner, I shot up from the couch to ask if I could help with dinner. We had a really good time making dinner together; I enjoyed the time especially, for obvious reasons. On Friday she removed her clothing as soon as she got home and spent the rest of the evening naked. Clarice is almost always in a state of undress when I see her in the apartment, and I am rock hard for her every second.

I honestly didn't expect living in this apartment to be like dying and going to heaven.

Getting into routine:

I'm sitting on the couch, watching television. Clarice opens the bathroom door. A towel is wrapped around her, covering her features. Another towel is wrapped around her hair.

"I'm going out tonight, sport," Clarice says as she steps into the living room space. It's Friday night.

Before I can respond, there is a knock on the apartment door.

"Ah, that must be Gina." Clarice strolls towards the door in her towels.

"Hey!" they exclaim in unison, after Clare opens the door. They go in for a hug. I'm watching them over the back of the couch.

"You're right on time! I'm about to get dressed," Clare says.

As they walk towards Clarice's bedroom, Clare gestures to me, "Gina, this is my brother, Jake. Jake," she gestures to Gina, "Gina."

"Hi," she says, in a polite voice.

I quickly shoot up off the couch and spin around to offer a handshake to Gina. "Nice to meet you," I say. Wow-she's-gorgeous! Are all my sister's friends like this?

They continue on to Clare's bedroom. I remain on the couch.

As Clare and Gina are talking in her bedroom, I can't see Gina, but I can see Clarice as she moves about the space. I reposition myself on the sofa, putting my back against the arm so that I am facing the door to my sister's bedroom, with the television to my right. I do my best not to continuously stare into her doorway. She removes the towel around her body and looks for underwear. She picks out a matching bra and thong. She disappears for a bit, but the two continue talking about their week. I return my attention to the television and try to focus on the show.

When I see movement out of the corner of my eye again, Clarice is moving, looking for something to wear. Her hair is in view and she now has makeup on. She almost looks unrecognizable, but still the most gorgeous woman I know. She picks a coral blue dress from the closet and holds it up for scrutiny.

Clarice and Gina emerge from her bedroom together. Clarice crosses the living room in front of me, carrying a pair of heels and her towels. I can smell her perfume. I want to be cradled to sleep in that scent forever. Clare drops her towels in the bathroom hamper.

"Don't wait up," she says, moving behind the couch to stand with Gina.

"Where are you going?" I ask, trying to sound nonchalant.

Clare puts a hand on the back of the couch for support to put on the heels.

"We're going clubbing with a couple of friends," Gina answers.

Quick to interject, Clare says, "I'd invite you, but it's over-21 only." She gets the second heel on.

Standing upright now, she takes a step towards the breakfast table, "Oh, wait," then spins back. "What do you think?" she asks. Before I can tell her she looks gorgeous, she adds, "Bra or no bra?"

While I am still processing the question, not even actually assessing her outfit yet, though I am looking at her, she slips the dress off her shoulders and unfastens her bra. My cock springs to life as she removes her bra and tosses it next to me on the sofa. I have seen her flawless tits every day this week and it doesn't seem I can ever tire of the sight. She leans forward slightly as she tucks her generous breasts inside the top of her cross-front dress.

"Clare!" Gina exclaims incredulously at her friend.

"Relax. He's my brother. It's fine," Clare shrugs the taboo away.

"So?" she asks, standing with her hands on her hips, looking between Gina and I. "Do my nipples show?"

Gina only blinks, with her hand over her mouth.

"Um." I accept her invitation to stare at her breasts. She looks down and turns to either side to adjust the lighting for my analysis. "No, I can't see your, uh, nipples." It's like she doesn't even think of me as a guy. Parading around naked is one thing, but asking me to actually look and pay attention? In front of her friends? Damn.

"Great! I'd rather not wear the bra," she says, reassured, grabbing the bra and tossing it back in her room. I watch over the back of the sofa as she grabs her purse. "There's spaghetti left from the other night," she says as she goes to kiss my cheek over the back of the sofa. "Don't be surprised if I make my way back with some company...if I get lucky," she laughs and heads out the door. Gina follows behind her.

"I can't believe you just did that!" I can hear Gina say, still in disbelief on their way out.

"What? You know me," Clarice responds, her voice fading down the hall.

She did indeed bring company home with her, on both Friday night and Saturday night. I believe it is a different guy each night, but a similar scenario plays out: stumbling in at about 12 a.m., giggling and shushing each other as they leave a trail of clothes from the front door to her bedroom. A little while later, I am treated to the sound of my sister yelling heat-of-passion obscenities in the next room, "Harder! Harder! Oh, fuck! Oh, fuck!!" and so on. My cock hardens at the sound of her orgasmic outbursts, wishing to be a part of the action. I wish it was me giving her such intense pleasure, instead of some drunken asshole, but jacking off to the soundtrack of my sister's sexual exploits is also fulfilling. On both nights she sends the guy home around 2 a.m. I never even see their faces.

This becomes the pattern of our lives over the next week. We engage in family activity during the week, with wonderful dinner conversations and study sessions, which would be normal if Clarice wasn't naked for every instance. Then, Friday and Saturday night my sister transforms into the world's most insatiable sex goddess, asking for my advice on every sexy outfit, and bringing home a succession of one-night stands.

Gina again comes around while Clare gets ready to go out. She is still getting used to the idea that I get to view Clarice's wonderful tits. This weekend, Gina even witnessed Clarice strutting in front of me in only a thong.

I am inexperienced, but it seems like Clarice takes a long time to reach an orgasm. I practice holding off until I hear her unmistakable cries of release and then I shoot a huge load of cum into a tissue.

Regardless of the previous night's drunken activities, my sister is always up and out of her bedroom promptly at 9:30 a.m. on both Saturday and Sunday. She immediately heads across the apartment to the bathroom for a hot shower. After Clarice showers, she comes out of the bathroom and always heads to the kitchen to make herself breakfast and she eats it at the breakfast table, still naked of course, freshly washed. I constantly marvel at the contrast between this naked, well-fucked woman calmly eating her breakfast and the fresh-faced college student who I have dinner with on week nights. They are two sides of a single coin, but her go-getter attitude still shines through on either side. I deeply wish our relationship wasn't relegated to only one side of that coin.

Removing the towel fuzz from under her boob:

One day, I am given the chance to test my luck. It is Sunday morning. I sit down to eat breakfast, facing the living room, just before Clarice emerges from her bedroom, walks across the apartment to the bathroom, and starts the shower.

I'm trying to make this part of my routine on weekends. Do you think she can tell why I make sure to be seated in the same spot every morning?

On this particular morning, from the breakfast table I notice, while Clarice makes her way from the bathroom to the kitchen, she has an unusual speck of some kind attached to the underside of her hefty right breast. I assume she hasn't noticed it already.

Since I am done with my breakfast anyways, I grab my plate and walk it over to the sink to wash it. As I walk over to Clarice from her right side, I reach out and say, "Hey, you got something stuck on you right here." I gently rub my thumb and forefinger on the underside of her soft and supple breast, bring them together to grab the speck, and pull away to reveal a collection of soft towel fuzz that had unnoticeably stuck itself to Clarice. "Looks like some towel fuzz got stuck to you."

"Oh, thanks. I didn't see that," she says. She stops gathering breakfast and handles both of her tits to check if there is any more. "Do you see any more on me?" she asks, turning towards me.

I happily accept her invitation to look over her bare frontside. As my sister checks under her arms and over her shoulders, I stare intently at her breasts, then down to her groin, and then, to actually help her out, I glance over her legs and down to her feet. There's more fuzz on the inside of her right ankle. "Here's another one," I say as I bend forward, quickly gazing over her bald pussy on my way down and back up from plucking the fuzz off her ankle. My heart rate picks up. I notice a light bite mark high on her inner right thigh, a souvenir from last night's loverboy.

Clarice turns around and says, "What about on my back?"

Now I have an unobstructed view of her backside. There's no towel fuzz on her back or her legs, but there is some just under the left cheek of her tight ass. "There's some more right here." I reach out with my left hand and use a similar maneuver that I used on her breast. I lightly palm her cheek and rub my thumb and forefinger along the soft lower seam of her ass cheek. When I pull back, pinching the towel fuzz between my thumb and forefinger, I let my remaining three fingers briefly graze her skin. Now my heart is beating like crazy. I swallow the lump in my throat. "Okay, I think that's all of it."

Clarice turns back to me. "Thanks, Jake," she says as she reaches up to kiss my cheek, then carries on making her breakfast.

There is no indication from her that she is at all uncomfortable with how I just looked at her and touched her. Obviously, I am not about to push my luck at the moment. I catch my breath as I wash my plate in the sink. I am too full of adrenaline to even be aroused by what just transpired. But, this will provide great imagery for my nighttime fantasies about Clarice.

Licking my sister's Chest:

On the night of the following Thursday, Clare and I are making dinner. We're boiling pasta and chatting. She's topless. I'm doing my best not to make my ogling too obvious.

Clarice reaches for the door to the freezer. "I know it may spoil my appetite, but I've been craving ice cream all day," she says, changing the subject. She opens the freezers and takes out the ice cream.

"What if you just have some whipped cream for now?" I suggest. "Will that help?"

"You know what? That's a better idea." She puts the ice cream back in the freezer and opens the refrigerator. She takes out the whipped cream and chocolate syrup.

Clarice shakes the can of whipped cream. She puts the can on the counter and opens the lid of the chocolate syrup. She hands me the whipped cream. "Here, fill me up."

Yeah, I wish.

"You want me to do it?" I ask.

"Sure. You're taller." She gestures to my height.

I give her a confused look, not understanding why that means anything.

She shrugs. "Just do it, will you? And don't forget the chocolate syrup."

I bring the can up, pointed down at her face. She puts her hands on her hips and opens her mouth wide. I'm far enough away from her mouth, trying to just aim well enough to hit my target from afar. I let it loose. It hits the side of her mouth. I swirl the can around, trying to bring the stream of whipped cream to the opening. I overshoot and some trails too far off, down the right side of her face, and down to her chest.

"Ungh!" Clarice lets out. She brings her hands up to try to catch anything else that might fall.

"Ah, sorry," I laugh at her. I'm done with the whipped cream. I put the can down and bring up the chocolate syrup, quick. I hold the bottle above her head and point the nozzle down in the general direction of her mouth, like with the cream, and squeeze hard. The syrup shoots out, but I completely miss. Syrup flows down the left side of her mouth and I redirect the stream to her mouth.