The old wood in the hall snarled angrily at being woken up so late, as drunken feet crept over it. Whomever her accomplice was, they kept stopping to hungrily kiss and grope one another, between their fragmentary conversations. Pretending to be asleep as he was, and not that he would've seen it, but as his door silently slid open a thin slash of warm light from the hall pieced the darkness of his room. There was near-silent whispering, and the soft shuffling of feet, before an excited exchange between Cas and her male friend. Dan strained to hear, but couldn't. What little he could pick out between them was that that this strange man seemed to be under the impression that Cassia's apartment was empty and was shocked to see someone else in her bed.
It took Dan every last ounce of his booze-soaked concentration not to raise an eyebrow at this. Even in the twilight of the room, he had to appear asleep. Of course, could have no way to prepare himself for what his step-sister did next.
“...oh my gawd. Yeah, don't worry about him. That's my roomie, Dan. He's lame like that and loves to cuddle me at night,” she explained rather nonchalantly. “He's kinda like a pathetic widdle puppy,” she added, twisting the knife.
“I...okay...” a fairly unimpressed-sounding male replied.
Dan said nothing, but tried very hard to remain “asleep,” wondering if he would be better were he to simply bolt from the room.
He couldn't see, but there seemed to be the sounds of clothing rubbing against itself, and the heaving breathing, and soft smacking off kissing.
“I'm not sure I can do this,” the hesitant male admitted, “I mean, fuck... dude's right there!”
“Are you sure?” Cas replied, with bottomless sadness.
Fuck, Dan swore to himself. He imagined her slender, shapely features, pretty face, and the smouldering glance of her lustful, dark eyes. He absolutely hated that she always got her way – tonight would be no exception.
Dan was in the middle of debating whether his step-sister would attempt a fiery, longing gaze, or an utterly disarming pout when his thoughts were rudely interrupted. He could practically hear the devilish glee in her voice as she seduced her new friend.
“If you're worried, don't be. He's on some heavy meds and won't budge 'till morning.”
“Yeah, but I mean... if he...”
“He won't,” Cas shot back, the faintest tint of anger seething in her voice.
Then, Dan heard her lean over to her friend and whisper loud enough for her “sleeping” step-brother to hear.
“Besides,” she began, her voice smooth, honeyed, and irresistible, “...it would be really, really fucking hot.”
“.....oh yeah?” her mostly convinced friend replied.
Cas' voice now lowered to an almost ridiculous tone usually found in porn, bubbly and almost gasping to speak. Dan cringed, but knew that the idiot she'd dragged home was squarely in her cross-hairs.
“I mean,” she coquettishly paused, as she took the stranger's hand in hers, “I'm already kinda soaked just thinking about it...” There was a brief silence as she guided his hand down, under her panties and between her legs.
Dan heard her gasp softly, and the stranger's throaty grunt of approval. He could hear the man whisper a few things, and she giggled before they immediately embraced for a kiss. Dan's mind raced endlessly as he wondered how he could get out of the situation in one piece. Cassia would run straight to her father, who'd cause all kinds of troubles for him. He decided that the best thing to do was to simply pretend to be the heavily sedated sleeper that his half-sister had made him out to be.
His mind raced as he wondered why he couldn't just get up and leave. Something, however, kept him fast in place.
As the increasingly risquée theatrics began to unfold in the very bed where he slept, Dan tried not to think of Cas' beautiful dancer's body, which seemed to fill out her expensive clothing perfectly.
He tried not to think of the demure way that she'd flirt with him, hugging and kissing him, and burying her hands in his pockets when her friends were over and they wanted to take his silver Audi A8 for a spin.
Dan also tried not to think of how she'd parade around their shared loft in nothing more than a towel for hours after she'd left the shower, or all of the times the towel would "accidentally" slip, or the other times she'd simply not worn one.
And finally, Dan tried especially hard not to think of his own throbbing cock, which dug painfully into the soft sheets the more he thought about the beautiful, forbidden fruit that was Cassia.