In Spice, Dan's flirty step-sister Cassia drags home a drunken one night
stand. Considering how small their shared apartment is, how will she
and her new lover satiate their sexual appetites without Dan
accidentally overhearing? This story is roughly 4500 words long, and
contains steamy scenes of sexy sex between a man and a woman, with a
third voyeuristically listening in, and some swearing.
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.
