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"The whole situation was just so fucked up, man." I rolled the nearly empty beer bottle slowly between my hands. "I know I should shut up about it, but I just can't believe she did that."

"You can't believe Whitney had a threesome?" Kevin asked as he raised his own beer and took a long swallow.

"No. I mean I can't believe she would do it behind my back. Cheat on me. I trusted her." I slumped back in the booth, leaving my beer on the table. I was buzzed enough for the moment.

"You could have joined in, ya know? Turned that threesome into a full-scale orgy." He smirked at me, setting his empty beer bottle on the table among the others that were s**ttered in front of us like over-sized chess pieces.

"I'm being serious, asshole." I cut him a dirty look. "I realize you think with your dick all the time, but for once in your life, try thinking with the supposedly bigger brain."

"Supposedly?"

"Well in your case, I have my doubts," I grumbled.

"Just trying to cheer you up a little. I mean, hell, I don't know what I would do. The situation sounds hot, but I know it sucked," he paused, "or, she sucked at least."

I ran a hand through my hair in frustration and tried not to reward his wisecrack with the chuckle he was hoping for. I was angry, and this clown was sitting here making light of the whole thing. Best friend or not, he was wearing on my patience.

A few hours before, I had walked into my girlfriend's apartment and found her on her knees blowing a guy while a girl knelt behind her with a strap-on. I stood there in a stunned silence, watching the girl sliding the dildo into Whitney's drenched pussy. The guy had Whitney's head in his hands and was intently guiding her mouth up and down his cock.

Finally, I gathered my bearings. I dropped the pizza I'd brought with me, turned and walked back out of the apartment. I had started my car and was backing out of the parking spot when I saw Whitney rushing across the grass in front of the apartment complex, having hurriedly thrown on some clothes from the look of it.

"Ryan!" She tried to flag me down, but I drove away without looking back. There was nothing to say as far as I was concerned.

After driving straight to my favorite bar, having determined I needed a drink, I had found that Kevin was already there.

"Another round?" Kevin asked as I swallowed the last of my beer and set it next to the collection of empties.

"I'd better not. Last thing I need is a DUI to really put the icing on the shit cake of my evening."

"I'm gonna have one more, lightweight. Be right back." He slid out of the booth and headed to the bar.

My phone started vibrating on the table next to me. Glancing down, I saw it was Whitney again. She'd done an admirable job of trying to drain my phone battery for the last couple of hours. We had been dating for nearly a year and it had seemed like everything was going well.

Until she cheated on me, of course.

* * * *

At twenty-one years old, I hadn't had all that many girlfriends. There had been maybe a half dozen girls over the past few years. None of the girls I'd dated had been as serious as it had been with Whitney. I had come into the dating scene a little late. Growing up an overweight k** who would rather stay indoors and play video games than participate in sports, I'd never been one to catch the eye of the girls until the end of high school.

My freshman year of high school, my dad had walked out on his marriage leaving my mom, my sister, and I behind. There had been a lot of arguments between them before that, so it wasn't exactly a surprise when it happened. After the divorce, we didn't see much of him. He was around once in a while, but that quickly dwindled to a phone call on our birthdays or major holidays. Once he shacked up with some broad only about five years older than me even the phone calls stopped. The last I had heard, he had married her, and she was pregnant. That had been a couple of years ago.

My k** sister, Skye, had a harder time dealing with the divorce than I did. She had only been eleven at the time and began slipping into depression, having nightmares, and so on. Mom was lost in her own fog of bitterness and anger for a while, so I saw it as my brotherly duty to spend more time with Skye and try to keep her distracted. I spent countless evenings beating her ass at Mario Kart or whatever other games I could find that we might both like.

I mostly took the divorce in stride. I was just grateful for the peace by that point, after all the fighting that had been going on. It was no secret he had cheated on mom more than once and that made him a scumbag in my books. In retrospect, it was probably part of the reason why I considered cheating to be an unforgivable betrayal in a relationship. That and, you know, basic human fucking decency.

With mom struggling to pay the bills and raise two k**s by herself, I felt guilty asking her for anything. As soon as I was old enough, I found a part-time job after school and on the weekends working at a big home improvement warehouse and gave part of my pay to help mom with bills. Even with my help, she still probably would have lost the house if it hadn't been for my grandfather sending her money from time to time. Hauling lumber and stacking it in people's trucks all weekend and most nights did a hell of a job burning off the weight and I soon found myself in much better shape than I had ever been.

Now that I had a slim, fairly muscular build, girls actually started to pay attention when I would get the nerve up to say hello to them. I was nearly six feet tall, with short brown hair and even browner eyes. I'd been told that I was attractive, but I didn't see it. We are always our own worst critics, after all.

* * * *

Kevin returned to the booth with a couple of beers and snapped me out of my moment of reflection. No sooner had he slid one of the beers over to me, than my phone started vibrating again.

"You gonna answer that?" He asked as he laid a laminated number card on the table.

"Got nothing to say to her," I replied, glancing at the card and realizing it was well past midnight. I hadn't eaten since lunch. "What did you order?"

"Burger and fries. Don't worry, I got your mopey ass a burger."

I reached for my wallet, but he waved his hand dismissively.

"You cover lunch at work tomorrow and we're good." Kevin worked with me in the lumber department.

"Speaking of which," I looked at the time, "After we eat, I gotta head out. I have the mid-shift."

"Yeah, about that. I just talked to Scott and he's switching shifts with you. You'll close with me tomorrow." Kevin pointed at the extra beer he'd brought back. "And you, my friend, need more beer."

Fuck it, I thought and snatched up the bottle.

* * * * *

I woke to the sound of my phone ringing. My head was pounding. With monumental effort, I raised my head to look at the phone. Whitney's name showed on the screen. I tossed the phone to the floor where it slid harmlessly across the carpet and pulled my pillow over my head. She was the last person I wanted to talk to. Probably ever.

After trying for a while to ignore the headache and pray that sleep would come again, I turned my head to see that there were two bottles of water and a bottle of aspirin sitting on the nightstand. Written in black marker one of the bottles of water were the words "Drink me." Two of the aspirin were out laying on a napkin that had "Eat Me" written on it. Both were written in my little sister's unmistakable bubbly handwriting.

By the time I climbed out of the shower a few hours later, it was pretty obvious that work was out of the question. I had never been much of a heavy drinker and my ass was kicked. I called out sick at work, something I never did, and crawled back into bed. Besides, being awake meant thinking about Whitney. Sleep was better.

I didn't open my eyes again until I heard the door creak open. Skye walked in carrying a brown paper bag. She was wearing her dark blue uniform for the pharmacy where she worked part-time.

"Are you hungry?" She held out the bag.

I sat up and scooted back against the wall where a headboard should be if I had ever bothered to get one.

"Thanks," I replied taking the bag and pulling out a container of lo mien. I had a serious and well-known addiction to Asian food.

"Wanna talk?" Skye tucked a lock of dark hair behind her ear, watching me shove noodles in my mouth with chopsticks.

"Not really." I had been able to keep it together around Kevin last night at the bar. I wasn't so sure of my chances at home.

My phone started ringing again and she knelt to pick it up from where I had tossed it earlier.

"It's Whitney." She said, holding the phone out to me. I took the phone from her and turned the ringer off.

"Wow. Ignoring the Witless Wonder. That's a new one."

"Yeah. That's over." I replied, setting the phone on the nightstand.

Skye stood a couple of feet from the bed giving me a peculiar look. She was a short girl, a couple of inches shy of five feet, with a slender build, dark hair that she kept in a loosely layered bob cut that ended just below her chin, and large, expressive brown eyes. Up until a knee injury years back, she had shown a lot of promise as a gymnast and continued to keep herself in shape. The scars from her knee surgery, which I thought were pretty minor, caused her to be quite self-conscious and she often hid them behind thigh high socks and stockings. She retained that graceful way of moving, almost fluid in motion, that you see in dancers sometimes.

I munched on my noodles and waited for the inevitable barrage of questions that was surely coming about why my relationship ended.

"Well, I guess that explains why you were slamming doors at three this morning and dropped a bottle of rum in the hall."

"Oh crap, did I break it?" I winced, not even remembering buying a bottle.

"Nah," She pointed at my desk where a half-empty bottle of Bacardi stood.

"Sorry for the noise."

"S'okay. I was just worried about you is all. Did you get sick?"

I shook my head, remembering that I'd seen a trash can next to the bed when I'd gotten up to shower earlier.

"Thanks, though." I motioned to the can.

"Better that than having to explain to mom why you had to rent a carpet scrubber." She gave me a half shrug and a small smile. Then the smile vanished.

"One more thing," She began in a tone that sounded suspiciously like our mother. "If you ever get that shitfaced again, you call me. I had to move your car this morning before mom got in and saw that you were halfway on the lawn. You know you could have been arrested? Or killed?"

"I know. I didn't mean to drink that much." I hung my head, feeling a bit ashamed. I knew better than to drive like that. It wasn't like me at all.

Skye stepped forward and ruffled my hair with a smirk. She was enjoying this a little too much, I thought.

"You really done with her?" She asked.

I nodded as I had a mouthful of food.

"Good."

"Good?" I said after a swallow.

"She's a whore."

"She's not a..." I reflexively started to defend her but caught myself too late. Damn it, Skye had me. Not that I wanted to admit it.

I glanced up at her to see the grin creeping across her face again that she quickly tried to mask.

"It's for the best." She shrugged, shifting her weight to one side. "I hated the bitch."

"You hate every girl I go out with."

"Not my fault that your taste in girls sucks," Skye replied as she retreated to the doorway.

"At the moment, I can't argue with that." I sighed.

"Look, I'm gonna take a quick shower and change. Do you want to watch a movie with me after?"

"I guess," I replied, not really feeling like watching a movie but feeling like I would be an asshole to tell her no after she brought me dinner.

She stood with her back to me, staring at the door frame where her hand was resting, thumbing a rough spot in the paint thoughtfully.

"What?" I asked.

"You okay with it? The breakup?" She wasn't looking at me.

"It sucks, but I guess it's better that I found out before I did something really goddamned stupid." I scratched absently at my eyebrow, trying to shake the urge to choke up.

"Like what?"

"Like ask her to transfer to Austin with me," I replied, "I had been thinking about it."

"You deserve better than her, you know." Skye continued running her thumb over the rough spot on the door frame for another few moments, not looking at me. Finally, dropping her hand from the wall, she glanced back my way over her shoulder as she vanished into the hallway.

* * * * *

Skye had always seemed to excel at everything she set her mind to. She had graduated high school in the top of her class, was one of the leads on the school's debate team and had been on her way to becoming one of the best gymnasts in the county until her injury in the seventh grade. Her accomplishments were frequently the topic of discussion at family gatherings where the extended family would sing her praises. Hell, she even got merit raises at the pharmacy.

We had been pretty close as k**s, but less so by the time I was in high school. I was working a lot in addition to school and didn't have as much time to hang out as I used to. By the time my senior year came around, I was managing to go out on the occasional date as well.

She had made herself a holy terror in my life that year. She was a freshman at the time, and I felt like every time I would start talking to a girl, Skye would come along and interfere. There was always some crisis or something with her that required my attention when I was trying to get a date. It felt like she had turned cock-blocking into an art form and had annoyed the living hell out of me. Thankfully, she seemed to find her groove by the end of the year, and her personal emergencies had tapered off.

Skye was focused on her education and extracurricular activities to boost her resume. She didn't date much, if at all, to my knowledge. She certainly was more than attractive enough to catch male attention. I knew of several guys that had been interested in her, but she had always turned them down. She had even skipped her senior prom last year, which our mother had given her a good deal of grief over. As far as I knew, most of her social time was spent with her friends, Heather and Vicky.

Her hard work at school had paid off, and she had been awarded a full college scholarship. While I had to bust my ass studying to keep my grants and scholarships, she seemed to breeze through her classes. I secretly hoped that college was going to kick her ass a little and make her work for it, but I was proud of her.

* * * * *

I was just polishing off my dinner when she returned. She had changed into a pink pair of sleep shorts with black trim and an old black t-shirt with a Super Mario mushroom on it. Dropping the pillow she had brought with her on the floor in front of my TV, she bent over to retrieve the PlayStation controller from the shelf beneath.

As she bent, her shorts stretched tight against the roundness of her ass. Noticing the way the fabric hugged to her enticing curves inspired thoughts I absolutely should not have been having. I forced myself to look away, tossing the remnants of my dinner in the trash can while chastising myself internally.

"What do you wanna watch?" She asked as the Netflix logo popped up on the screen.

"Anything that doesn't have to do with relationships," I replied.

She flopped down on her pillow and scrolled through the options for a while before finally settling on an old horror film we had both seen a dozen times. I liked the film but was too distracted to pay attention.

My lack of attentiveness was not lost on Skye and she spent the duration of the film gently weaseling the details out of me about the breakup. By the time I had finished telling the story, I think Skye may have been more upset than I was. There were some pretty colorful threats about what would happen to Whitney if Skye ever had the opportunity.

The conversation eventually drifted away from Whitney. We talked most of the night, leaving me with a sneaking suspicion that she was trying to keep me distracted. Intentional or not, it worked fairly well, and the world didn't seem quite so bleak by the time her energy finally gave out.

I couldn't help grinning at her asleep on my floor. She was laying on her stomach with her head to the side, mouth wide open. One of her legs was drawn up and an arm was stretched out above her head. If it wasn't for the soft snoring sounds coming from her, she could easily have passed for a corpse.

Chuckling to myself, I pulled my blanket from the bed and covered her up. Crawling back into bed, I shut my eyes and tried to block out the snoring from the floor.

* * * * *

When I got in from work the next afternoon, I found my sister and a couple of her friends lounging around the living room watching television. Heather was a cute redhead who had played softball in high school and had the athletic build to show for it. The other girl, Vicky, would be cute as hell if she didn't have such a serious spray tan addiction that gave her skin an appearance, not unlike the color of canned carrots.

"Hi, Ryan. Grab a slice." Heather motioned toward a pizza box that was laying on the coffee table. I grabbed a slice and glanced around the living room as I took a seat.

"Mom's gonna kill you," I observed between bites. The living room was a mess and if I were a betting person, I would bet that the kitchen wasn't any better. Our mother had left us a list of things to do that morning and it didn't look like Skye had done any of hers.

"I'll get it clean before she gets back," Skye replied, dismissively.

"If you say so."

"So, Ryan," Vicky looked over at me with a calculated expression of concern, "Skye says you broke up with Whitney?"

"That's one way of putting it," I nodded as I took another bite of pizza. I didn't really care to get into a discussion about my love life at the moment and certainly not with Vicky, who had a habit of making everything into a soap opera.

"If you want to talk about it or whatever, let me know." The slender blonde leaned forward, putting her hand on my knee as she gave me a smile.

"I'm fine, but thanks."

A piece of pepperoni suddenly hit Vicky in the cheek, startling us both.

"Hey, skank! That's my brother!" My sister yelled in mock anger. Skye acted like she was joking, but I caught a tiny hint of a warning tone in her voice. I knew her better than anyone and didn't think the others noticed.

We all laughed a bit, even though Vicky looked a bit annoyed to have her move on me derailed. I was grateful for the distraction and took the opportunity to grab another slice of pizza and sit a little further from Vicky. She was a nice enough girl, but I wasn't interested.

After making small talk with them while I finished my pizza, I excused myself and went upstairs to shower.

I wandered back downstairs a couple of hours later and found that the girls had cleared out. Skye had picked up the living room and was vacuuming the carpet. I went to the kitchen for some water and saw that she hadn't started in there yet. A quick glance at the clock told me she wasn't going to have time to clean the kitchen and cook dinner before our mother got back.
It wouldn't take me long to help clean the kitchen, I thought. After all, she had brought me dinner last night. I had gotten the lawn mowed and trimmed the hedges before work this morning, so I was done with my list. Keeping busy helped keep my mind from wandering back to the break up as well. Then again, I could get in some quality time with the latest Fallout game back in my room.

Since I was off the next day from work and would have plenty of time for video games, I loaded the dishwasher and started it. Then I cleaned the microwave and got started scrubbing the stove top. I had enjoyed her company last night and it had been a good while since we'd had a chance to hang out and chat. Some part of me kind of missed the days before I was working and going to school when we were around each other all the time. She could be a lot of fun at times.

Skye walked into the kitchen and surveyed what I had gotten done so far. She was wearing black leggings and an oversized v-neck gray t-shirt that hung far off of one shoulder exposing a pink bra strap. I couldn't help noticing how pretty she looked at the moment, perhaps even sexy with the slight sheen of sweat on her brow from cleaning the living room.

"You didn't think I could do it." She had an accusing tone, but the grin creeping up her face gave her away.

"No, I knew you couldn't finish in time. There's a difference," I laughed.

"I still have 30 minutes before she's due back."

"Yeah, and now you stand a prayer of actually pulling it off if we keep at it. I'll get the counters. You empty the dishwasher."

"Who died and made you king?" She folded her arms and mock glared at me.

"I'm the oldest, and I'm the one doing the extra work. So, I get to dictate. Now move your ass," I smirked.

She got to work, purposely putting an extra and intentionally silly shake in her ass with every movement. It was pretty comical and we were both laughing at her ridiculous antics. Eventually, she got to the dishes that were in the upper cabinets and she had to grab a stool. When we were younger, I had made a hobby of putting things that she often needed on top shelves, out of her reach.

I watched from the corner of my eye as she strained to reach something on the very top shelf. Even on the short kitchen stool, she had to stretch on her tiptoes with both arms outstretched to put the casserole dish away. Her shirt crept up above her mid-drift and her tights covered ass cheeks squeezed together with the effort. She definitely had a cute ass.

"You feeling better today?" Thankfully, she wasn't facing me to see that my eyes had locked on to her butt.

"Oh, uh... A little," I tried to get my thoughts back on track, having been derailed by her curves. Truthfully, I did feel a bit better. Not so much when I was by myself, but I certainly felt more like myself when I was around Skye. I didn't have Whitney eating away at my every thought.

"She still calling like crazy?" Skye asked as she hopped down from the stool.

"Worse. She showed up at work today and almost caused a scene," I grumbled. I then explained how Whitney had come to my job demanding to speak to me and gave a long sob story about how I somehow didn't understand what I had seen happening at her apartment. After I managed to get her out of the store without having a manager overhear, I told her in no uncertain terms that I didn't want to see or hear from her ever again.

"Wow," Skye grinned. "I bet that must have rattled the stupid whore."

"Well, she hasn't called at all since. So there's that," I shrugged. "But it sucked because she was crying and really d**g me down the rest of the day."

"Probably faking it for sympathy," she sneered.

"I guess. I never realized how full of shit she was before all this. Wasted so much time with her. I feel fucking stupid about the whole thing, to be honest."

I was leaning back against the counter, staring absently at the tile floor. Skye suddenly wrapped her arms around me in a hug.

"You're not stupid, Ryan. She screwed up, not you."

"Still sucks," I replied, trying my best not to choke up. Her hug triggered some of the hurt I'd been trying to keep pent up and I felt my eyes watering up in response. She was a good hugger, even if the top of her head didn't even reach my chin.

"Yeah," she sighed as she released me. Her eyes moved up to meet mine and gave me an affectionate look.

"So what's with you and Vicky?" I asked in a bid to change the subject.

"What do you mean?"

"I can tell you're pissed at her. Just curious."

"Oh, nothing really. She just rubs me the wrong way sometimes. I wasn't really angry, just kind of annoyed." She turned and went back to cleaning.

"I can understand that. She's a bit much."

"Are you interested in her?" Skye wasn't looking at me, but I caught that tone in her voice again.

"Not at all. For one thing, I wouldn't want to have to clean bronzer or whatever the fuck she uses to do that to her skin off of my stuff all the time." I laughed.

"I'm glad," She replied, "It would be really weird seeing one of my best friends dating my brother."

"Not happening."

She nodded at me in response and moved in for another hug.

"Thanks for helping me in here," she patted my chest and turned away.

"No problem."

"Now get lost so I can mop. Mom will be home any minute."

* * * * *

"Oh Shit," Kevin cocked an eyebrow and stared behind me toward the bar entrance.

I glanced over my shoulder and inadvertently locked eyes with Whitney. She was wearing a black party dress with heels. Her long blonde hair was pulled up in a loose ponytail. It would be a lie if I tried to say that she didn't look sexy. That didn't mean I wanted anything to do with her. She gave me a hopeful smile and a small wave.

I turned back to my drink without responding and finished it in one gulp.

"She's heading this way," Kevin muttered under his breath.

"Of course she is," I sighed, already pinching the bridge of my nose in anticipation of the headache I knew was coming.

"Want another?" He pointed at the empty whiskey glass in front of me.

"Probably gonna need about eight of 'em."

He smirked as he looked around for our barmaid.

I almost held my breath waiting for Whitney to arrive. I hadn't seen her in several weeks and it no longer hurt to look at her. I just didn't want to.

"Hi, Ryan. Kevin."

"Hey Whit," Kevin looked up at her and nodded. I said nothing.

"Can we talk?" She asked, staring at the table.

"I've said what I had to say," I replied, coldly.

"Just a few minutes. Please?"

"I guess," I sighed. If a few minutes would get her to leave me alone, I could spare it.

"Kev, could you?" Whitney looked at Kevin who shrugged.

"Let me go see if I can find our waitress," he said as he scooted out of the booth.

Whitney slid into his spot and set her purse on the table.

"So what do you want?" I stared across at her as I nervously slid my empty glass back and forth between my hands.

"I wanted to know if you were still angry with me, but I guess that's obvious," She slumped her shoulders.

"I'm a lot less angry than I was. Not being around you helped."

"I know you're upset, but you are really blowing this out of proportion. What you saw... that was just sex. That's all it was. It has nothing to do with how I feel about you." She slid a hand over one of mine and flinched when I pulled away.

"You cheated on me. It says everything about how you feel about me," I growled, trying not to raise my voice.

"It was just sex, Ryan. I'm a very sexual person. You know that."

"Wow," I rocked back in the booth.

"It was something I always wanted to try, the opportunity came up and I took it. That's all."

"You really don't get it," I almost laughed.

"What don't I get?"

It was clear that my tone irritated her.

"This isn't about sex. This is about trust. I trusted you. You decided to be selfish and shit on it."

"I didn't..."

I cut her off, raising my voice this time.

"You did! You tell me it's something you always wanted to try but you never asked me about it. You didn't consider how it would make me feel, like a normal person in a goddamned relationship would!"

"I wasn't trying to hurt you," She reached out and tried to take my hand again. I let her this time.

"You know... If you had tried to talk to me about it, maybe things would have been different. Maybe it was something we could have tried. But now it's too late."

"It's not too late. I want us to try again. I miss you."

I sat in silence for a few moments, staring at the table as I carefully chose my next words. When I raised my eyes to look at her face, she smiled a little. In my mind, I immediately pictured her back at her apartment, down on her hands and knees, blowing the guy while the brunette was fucking her with the strap-on. I breathed a sigh of relief as the words fell into place.

"At the end of the day, it doesn't matter anymore. You aren't the person I thought you were. I thought I loved that person, and maybe that part was my fault. But they don't exist. What I know now is that I can't trust you. And that tells me that you aren't someone that I want in my life."

"You really do hate me, don't you?" She grabbed a napkin from the table and dabbed at her face.

The way that she carefully dried her face, trying not to smear her makeup, really rubbed me the wrong way. It felt so calculated. It felt like she was trying to manipulate my emotions. It wasn't working.

"I don't hate you, Whitney. I just don't want to know you anymore." I slid out of the booth and stood next to it.

"That's the meanest thing you've ever said to me," She said softly.

"Good luck with... whatever," I shrugged and walked over to the bar where Kevin was smoking a cigarette, leaving her in the booth.

He passed me another drink and raised an eyebrow.

"Heard all that, did you?"

"I'd venture most of the bar heard that," He chuckled.

"Doesn't really matter," I muttered and took a swig of my drink.

"Would you have done a threesome if she asked?"

"I don't think so. Maybe. I don't know. I can't see myself sharing someone I love with someone else. But that wasn't the point."

He grunted in reply and snubbed the last of his cigarette out in the ashtray.

"I'm heading out, man. Gonna go home, fire up the PlayStation and blow the living shit out of something for a while."

"I don't blame you," He replied.

"Working tomorrow?"

"Fuckin' always, dude."

"See you there," I dropped a twenty in front of him to pay for my drinks and headed for the door.

* * * * *

A few nights later, I was stretched out on the couch in the living room halfheartedly watching TV when Skye came home from work. She was talking on her phone with someone and gave me a small wave as she dropped her purse on the recliner across the room and headed upstairs.

"There's food on the stove!" I called after her. Mom had just rotated to the night shift at the hospital, so we were left to our own devices at the moment. We sort of had an unspoken agreement that the first one home from work cooked dinner on the nights that it was just the two of us.

A short while later, just as I was beginning to doze off, she returned to the living room carrying a bowl of pasta from the kitchen. I noticed she had changed into shorts and a tank top.

"Scoot over," she motioned to the couch with her bowl.

"There's other places to sit."

"I can see the TV better from here." Skye let a little whine slip into her voice.

"Damn it," I sighed irritably, as I sat up and shifted over on the couch.

"So, mom's got a new boyfriend." She flopped down on the cushion next to me and shoved a forkful of pasta in her mouth.

"Really?" I asked, surprised. Mom had been single for the last year or so. A few dates here and there, but nothing that stuck.

"Yeah, his name's David. She met him in the ER. He's an EMT or something like that."

"Good for her," I replied and meant it.

"I hope so. That last guy was an asshole." Skye cut me a look. Neither of us thought mom had particularly decent taste in men. She seemed to have a thing for arrogant pricks.

We chatted about mom's new boyfriend and other stuff while she finished eating. When she was done, she slid her empty bowl on the coffee table and snuggled up against me as I slumped against the arm of the couch.

"Excuse me?" I asked in mock irritation as she grabbed my arm and d****d it over her shoulder.

"I'm cold. Warm me up."

"You could put on more clothes, you know." I rolled my eyes.

"Yeah, but you're comfy."

Resigned to my fate, I went back to watching the television.

I could feel her smooth bare leg rubbing pleasantly against the side of my calf. My fingertips were resting on her just below the hem of her tank top. I wasn't trying to touch her bare flesh, this was just the position she had placed us in. She felt smooth and warm to my touch. Becoming more aware than usual of her femininity, I felt the beginnings of an erection. I self-consciously tried to move my hand a little higher so that I would only be holding her side above her shirt, but she muttered a protest and placed my hand back where it was.

I tried to focus on the TV and ignore the fact that I was starting to get turned on by my sister. Of course, trying to block out an uncomfortable situation just made me think about it more. I glanced down at her from the corner of my eye.

She was curled against me, her eyes closed, not watching the show. Her hips shifted as she adjusted her legs against me. One of her arms was d****d halfway across my chest, causing her tank top to fold out at the neck and I realized I was seeing right down her cleavage. Her breasts weren't that big, but they were large enough on her small frame to make for an enticing view. The black lace at the tops of her bra cups were plainly visible down the gap her top created. That didn't help the tightening in my pants at all.

"What's wrong?" Skye suddenly asked, startling me.

'Uh... w-what?" I stammered, resolutely staring at the television.

"You're all tense all of a sudden. Is something wrong?"

"Nothing really. Just thinking." I replied.

"About what?" She pushed up away from me, drawing a leg up under herself, and looked at me with concern.

I glanced at her, my eyes involuntarily fixating on the surgery scars on her knee for a moment.

"About the college application I have to finish for Austin. It's pretty intimidating." I lied. Truthfully, I'd finished the application earlier today but it was all I could think of at the moment.

It was her turn to look away.

"I don't see why you can't finish your bachelor's degree here and go there for grad school," she stared at the coffee table.

"It's better for my resume to have a degree from there. Their biology program is far superior to what they offer here." I ran a hand through my hair and leaned forward on the couch, grateful to be able to hide my erection.

"I know." She sighed, her face dissolving into a pout.

"I'm going into a really competitive field. I need to take any opportunity I can to be the most promising looking graduate when I start job hunting."

"Yeah, but I'll never see you anymore."

Skye's eyes clouded up and she still wasn't looking at me. I was a little taken aback at how much the idea of me going away for school bothered her.

"I'll still be around, you know. It's only a few hours away. I'll be home on the weekends I'm off and holidays. We'll still see each other."

I reached over and ruffled her hair affectionately as if she were a little k**. Generally speaking, that move was a good way to risk losing a limb, but she didn't protest.

"It won't be the same. I'm gonna miss you." She leaned over against me again and I put my arm back around her.

The flowery scent of her shampoo filled my nose. It was a pleasant, feminine smell that made me want to hold her more. Not a good idea, I thought to myself.

"It probably won't, you're right. But it won't be as bad as you think, either. Besides, if I get the scholarship I'm trying for, I will be able to pay for everything from my paycheck when I transfer and won't have to ask mom for anything. That will make things easier on you guys around here."

"You give her almost half of your paycheck already, just like I do. That's not the point." She buried her face in my shoulder and I rubbed the back of her head gently.

"I know," I sighed.

"I don't want to talk about this anymore tonight." I could barely hear her mumble.

"Okay. Can I go take a leak?"

Skye propped herself up on a hand and motioned for me to go. As I turned down the hallway, I heard her call after me.

"Wanna play some Super Smash Brothers when you get back?"

"Sure."

Closing the bathroom door behind me, I quickly adjusted my cock in my shorts and turned on the sink. I splashed cool water on my face and stared at my reflection in the mirror.

"Alright, asshole. I don't know what your problem is, but you need to secure your shit," I told my reflection.

Not getting laid in a few weeks was my problem, I decided. Whitney and I had sex all the time. Now that she was out of my life, I wasn't used to going without. That's the only reason my sister should be affecting me this much, right? No big deal.

Satisfied with my explanation, I flushed the toilet and resolved to give Skye a thorough ass-kicking in Super Smash Brothers.

Being so caught up in my thoughts worked against me, and she won most rounds. I endured her well deserved gloating with as much dignity as I could muster

* * * * *

"Dude, what's with you?" Kevin asked as he stared dejectedly at his microwaved pile of soggy bread, mystery meat, and something vaguely resembling cheese.

We were in the break room at work, having a rare lunch break at the same time. He'd made the mistake of buying one of the prepackaged subs from the vending machine and was coming to terms with the error of his ways. I could almost smell the preservatives in the air surrounding the steaming heap of... whatever the fuck it was.

"Nothing, aside from having to smell that nasty shit," I replied, happily munching on my own lunch of some leftover chicken and wild rice concoction Skye had whipped up last night. It wasn't half bad and was definitely better than the probable tumor-inducing stuff Kevin was staring at.

"No joke. This smells like melted plastic and ground pig assholes," He picked it up and took a bite. The look on his face made me think it likely didn't taste much better than it smelled.

"Seriously, though." He said between bites, "you've been all quiet lately. What gives?"

I shrugged. I knew what he meant. I had been quiet. I'd been thinking about my sister a lot.

I wasn't sure, but it seemed like Skye was around more frequently in the week or so since the incident on the couch. It could have been that I was much more aware of her presence than usual. I could smell her shampoo or perfume when we passed by each other in the kitchen. I could feel her warmth linger when she would give me a hug. I found myself often thinking about her and the feel of her skin under my fingertips when she had cuddled against me. I would find myself feeling slightly nervous about seeing her when I would come home from work and then slightly disappointed if she wasn't there. I kept trying to ignore the thoughts that crept into my head when I would see her in leggings or her pajamas.

The thoughts nagged at the back of my mind constantly. The thought that she was beautiful, that she smelled great, that she was just out of reach and that I shouldn't be thinking about her. If I could just stop thinking about her, it would probably pass. But I kept entertaining my thoughts and making it worse. It pissed me off that I couldn't just let it go.
"Just a lot on my mind, dude."

"Anything you wanna talk about?" He asked as he wiped a bit of cheese from his face.

"Not really, man. I'm just stressing about all this school shit. Moving. Scholarships. Transferring to that store." I stabbed at my food with the fork, thinking I was getting pretty good at deflecting. Not that I actually wasn't worried about those things, but it seemed to be working well for distracting people from what I was really thinking.

"Wondering if you are going to be working with a bunch of hipster trash over in Austin. I get that." He smirked.

"Yeah, there is that," I chuckled. "But to top all of that off, my sister is giving me shit for wanting to move away."

"Shit, I'd haul her shit myself if my snotty bitch of a sister wanted to move out of the house." Kevin mused.

"Hell, I'd help you move her shit. She's a pain in the ass. But Skye's not like that. We get on well, really. She's got me feeling kind of guilty about it."

"Man, you gotta do what's best for you. You know that. She'll be perfectly fine. Hell, she's an adult."

"I know." I sighed. I actually was feeling kind of bad about the upcoming move, even though it was still months away.

My phone alarm chirped telling me my lunch break was over and I hit the dismiss button.

"Damn, already?" Kevin asked.

"I was in here ten minutes before you," I shrugged as I cleaned up my stuff.

A slim girl with dirty blonde hair that I recognized from the garden department wandered into the room and walked over to the time clock. She had a cute smile, I noticed as I tossed my stuff in my locker.

"Hey!" Kevin called after me, "we still on for drinks tomorrow?"

"Yeah, yeah... I'll be there."

* * * * *

I leaned on my pool cue and surveyed the bar while I waited on Kevin to get back with the beer. The place was crowded tonight, partially because one of the more popular local bands was supposed to be playing at the club next door.

Kevin appeared out of the crowd and passed me a Dos Equis. He took a long swig of his own beer and picked up his pool cue from the table.

"My shot, yeah?" He asked.

I nodded as I took a hit from the bottle.

He lined up his shot and sank it with ease. Son of a bitch. I may be able to club him mercilessly at Call of Duty, but he was a far better pool player than I would ever be.

"So, get this... Yesterday I check the mail after work and the Edgefest tickets I bought to surprise Whitney with like two months ago finally showed up. I forgot all about them."

"Guess you won't be bringing her now," Kevin grinned as he took his second shot and sank it. The bastard.

"Nope. Want to go? There's like thirty-five bands playing or something. You pay for gas and I got the tickets?"

"Nah. That ain't my scene. Gonna be a bunch of that white boy guitar stuff." He snorted.

"You're as white as I am, dumb ass." I replied with a smirk, "and there are some hip-hop acts playing there, too."

"Who?"

Kevin eyed me suspiciously from behind his beer bottle.

"I remember Run The Jewels for sure because I want to see them. A couple of those mumble rap guys. Uh..." I tried to remember the rest of the line-up.

"RTJ would be fun, but I'm not gonna go out there and bake in the sun all day like a damned fool."

"Shit," I replied. "Man, these tickets cost me almost three hundred bucks."

"You should have just waded in on that orgy like I told you before. Then you'd still have a girlfriend to bring to that show. But no, not you... You had to get all self-righteous and storm off." He grinned at me. The perpetually horny bastard had been teasing me about this for weeks.

"Fuck you, asshole," I laughed, "You would have done the same goddamned thing and you know it."

"Yeah, but it's funny watching you get tweaked about it."

I pretended like I was going to crack him in the nuts with my pool cue causing him to bump into a random guy and his girlfriend when he flinched to protect himself. Grinning to myself as he apologized to them, I took aim for my next shot and surprised us both by sinking it.

After finishing our game, which I lost by a wide margin, we left the pool table to a group of guys who had been hovering around waiting for a turn and settled into a booth. One of the other guys from work, Scott, showed up and sat with us. We all bullshitted about the job for a bit before his friends arrived and he disappeared with them.

Kevin pivoted sideways and propped his feet up across the bench on his side of the booth, leaning his back to the wall. He pulled a cigarette from his pack with practiced ease, dropping the pack on the table.

"That shit is gonna kill you one day," I observed dryly.

He shrugged at me as he lit it and dropped his lighter next to the pack.

"Hey, Skye is over there with the redhead and that chick that looks like she bathed in that spray tan bullshit."

I looked over in the direction Kevin was pointing, and sure enough, I spotted my sister and her friends at a booth halfway across the bar on the far side of the pool tables.

Skye was wearing a dark-colored cocktail dress with a white print that extended to mid-thigh, black thigh high stockings and heels. I was struck by how sexy she looked as she leaned forward to suck on the straw in her drink.

"What's up with that redhead anyway?' Kevin asked.

"Heather? Uh... She's okay, I guess. I don't hang out with her friends all that much, but she's always been pretty cool around me."

"She single?"

"I'm not sure. I can ask. You're interested?" I cocked an eyebrow at him.

"I'd like to do some very rude things with her body if that's what you mean." He grinned at me.

"That'd be the perfect opening line to use on her. She'll be having to wring her panties out in no time."

"If only it were that simple," he replied wistfully.

"She's going in the air force soon."

"I'm not looking to marry her, just have an entertaining weekend or two."

I rolled my eyes and glanced back toward Skye's table. A blonde guy with a forearm tattoo was leaning down at the table talking to her.

My chest tightened up watching them. He was smiling at her and seemed to be trying to buy her a drink. She was smiling back at him, but I could tell she was forcing it. I'd seen her pretend to be happy enough times over the years to know she was just being polite.

Allowing myself a small sigh of relief, I thought about how I was reacting.

What was my problem? I should be happy for her. I mean, she had never had a boyfriend that I knew of. I should be encouraging her. Instead, I found I was feeling jealous. What the fuck? Feelings of guilt started creeping up on me. Jealous that some guy was showing interest in my little sister? I was being an asshole.

But realizing I was thinking like a dick and making myself stop thinking like a dick were two different things. It wasn't as if I could expect her to be single her entire life. She just needed to stay single until I could move to Austin and let the distance kill off these fucked up desires of mine, I thought. Even thinking about the future in such a way made my guts churn.

Blonde Guy dropped his hand to my sister's stocking covered knee. She flinched almost imperceptibly away from him. She was giving him a harsh look and said something that made him stiffen a bit. I didn't know what it was, but his hand withdrew back to the table.

"So, your mom asked if she could blow me, but I told her only if she let me nut in her nostril. She didn't seem too into the idea, but I told her it was a fetish of mine."

"The fuck?" Kevin's bizarre comment cut through the noise in my skull enough for me to look over at him, startled.

"Ah, now I got your attention. You've been staring a hole in the back of that dude's skull for like ten minutes now." He smirked. It was just like him to make a wisecrack like that just to get a rise out of someone. Luckily, I was mostly immune to his bullshit. Mostly.

"Jesus," I ran my fingers through my hair and sighed, "I'm just making sure the prick respects my sister."

"I gathered as much but I wasn't sure you weren't going to go kick his ass before he had a chance to."

"Come on, dude. I'm not that insane," I scoffed. "He just seems like the type of skeevy fucker to drop shit in her drink or something."

Kevin studied the guy with renewed interest, trying to figure out what I saw in him that set me off.

"If you say so. He just looks like some random dude to me. But if he does try some shit, I got your back."

I nodded in reply and reached for my empty beer bottle. Shit.

"Ready for another?" I asked, pointing at the empty bottle while I actively tried not to look back at the dude attempting to hit on my sister. I had a suspicion that I was going to need a lot of beer tonight.

"What the hell kind of stupid ass question is that? Of course, I am."

When I returned with the beer, Skye and Heather were sitting at the booth with Kevin. Skye smiled up at me and moved over to make room for me to sit.

"You picked up some strays," I observed.

"Hey, who am I to resist pretty girls?" Kevin replied taking the bottle I handed him.

"Vicki found a guy and we got abandoned. So much for staying at her place tonight." Heather sounded pretty annoyed.

"You can stay at my place. Mom's on nights again," Skye replied. "I'm sure Ryan won't care, will you?"

She leaned close to me and hugged my arm. I could feel her breasts smash up against my arm and tried not to focus on how soft they were. Goddamn, she felt warm and inviting against me.

"Cool with me," I shrugged, forcing myself free of her grip without being too obvious about it. Heather was far less annoying than Vicki. I never minded when she stayed over.

Skye leaned forward and took sipped the last of her drink through her straw. I noticed Kevin trying to catch a peek down her dress and subtly kicked him in the shin. He coughed and looked away guiltily.

"Will you get us some real drinks? We'll pay for your next round," Heather asked.

"What is that, then?" Kevin glanced at her half empty glass.

"Coke. Not twenty-one yet." Heather flashed the X drawn on her hand by the doorman.

Kevin looked at me with an amused smirk.

"Come on, Ryan. Please?" Skye let a little whine slip in her voice. I cocked an eyebrow at her as she tried to give me one of her sweetest smiles.

"Do you realize the mountain of shit that would descend on me like a biblical plague if mom found out I got you drunk? They would need to call in a dentist to identify my body."

"She won't find out. Besides, we didn't say we wanted to get hammered."

"Skye, do your feet even touch the floor in this booth?" Kevin grinned.

"Shut up!" She retorted, trying to sound indignant.

I craned my neck over and saw at least an inch of clearance between the bottom of her shoes and the floor.

"Nope," I answered Kevin with a smirk as Skye elbowed me in the ribs.

"I could ask the bartender for a booster seat if it will help you see over the bar better. Maybe they wouldn't think you were twelve if they could see more than the top of your head." Kevin offered.

She flipped him off but couldn't hide her amusement and we all laughed.

"So, about those drinks?" Skye turned back to me. Heather was giving me a pleading look while batting her eyelashes in an exaggerated fashion.

"One round." I held up a finger and foolishly uttered those famous last words, "That's it. I'd like to at least survive long enough to graduate."

Several rounds later, a waitress interrupted one of Kevin's long-winded work stories about a customer that had nearly driven him to homicide in order to clear the bottles from the table. I had quit drinking by now in order to stay sober enough for the drive home. Skye was quite buzzed at this point and leaning on me as she laughed at Kevin's antics. Heather excused herself to go to the bathroom. Kevin watched her ass as she walked away.

"You don't have to be so obvious, you know," Skye gave him a dirty look.

"Whatever, squirt."

"You'd have more girlfriends if you didn't act like such a perv all the time," she replied, picking absently at the half-eaten tray of nachos in front of her.

"I can get laid any time I want." Kevin cut his eyes at her.

"Sure, I just thought you may want to not have to pay her by the hour once in a while," Skye shrugged, causing us all to laugh.

"Did you ask her about the show?" Kevin motioned toward my sister with his beer.

"What show?" She asked.

"That big ass concert out in Edgerton. This moron bought tickets for it then dumped Whitney before he had a chance to use 'em. Now he's trying to find someone to go with."

"Don't talk about that whore around me. I'm glad he dumped her skank ass." She spat bitterly. I could feel her stiffen next to me in irritation.

Kevin started laughing as he rocked back in his seat, the alcohol having made him more animated than usual.

"Jesus, she holds a grudge, eh?"

"You should have heard her when I first told her about it. I thought she was going to hunt her down in the street." I said with a small grin. We had always been there for each other, but I was still a bit surprised by how much venom Skye had for Whitney.

"Anyway, I bet Skye would go with you." He shrugged.

"I've never been to a concert. I'd love to go!" She bounced a little next to me causing her breast to slide along my arm. Was that a nipple I felt? My dick stirred at the thought.

She pulled her phone out and started typing away on it. Before long she had pulled up the list of bands that were playing and reading names aloud, seeming to get more excited with each name she spoke.

"Holy shit, I love The Raveonettes! Oh my god, Future Islands? This is gonna be so much fun!"

Kevin spread his hands out in front of him with a shit eating grin on his face.

"See? Problem solved."

"Seems so," I replied, trying to hide how conflicted I was about this development.

I wasn't entirely sure how I felt about taking her with me, given my increasingly confusing feelings. But Kevin had already opened the door for this and now Skye seemed too excited about it to shut her down. I'd have to be a world class asshole to tell her she couldn't go because her piece of shit brother was falling for her and didn't want to make it worse by spending a lot of time alone with her.

Heather returned and slumped into the booth, looking a little green.

"Somebody hit their limit," Kevin chuckled.

"Screw off," she mumbled and laid her head down across her folded arms.

Skye immediately switched into nurturing mode, despite being buzzed, and started trying to take care of her.

I rolled my eyes at Kevin, who just grinned back at me. I was beginning to have a growing suspicion that my earlier thought that I never minded when Heather spent the night was about to come back to haunt me.

A few minutes later, Kevin made the mistake of getting me into a discussion about how potentially invasive some of the plants were that we sold in the garden center at work and was enduring a lengthy speech on the topic when Skye declared that it was time to get Heather home and asked if I were ready to go. Kevin looked almost relieved.

I helped load her into the backseat of my car where she laid her head down in Skye's lap with a groan.

"If you need to throw up, get out and do it now," I warned her, holding the car door open.

"M'fine," Heather mumbled, not looking at all fine.

I shut the car door with a sigh, hoping the girl wouldn't puke in my car. I knew I shouldn't have let them drink, damn it.

When we stopped at a red light midway home, Heather suddenly bolted from the car and dropped to her knees behind some bushes. Skye scrambled out after her, cursing as she went. I pulled the car around into the deserted parking lot and got out to check on them. We loaded her back in the car and got her the rest of the way home.

I helped Skye get Heather in the bathroom to clean up and went back downstairs to the kitchen, looking for something to snack on. There weren't any leftovers at the moment and I sure as hell didn't feel like cooking at two in the damned morning. Apathy and laziness made my decision for me and I poured myself a bowl of cereal.

No sooner had I settled in at the kitchen table than Skye passed through and into the laundry room. I got up and followed her, carrying my cereal, intending to tell her to keep Heather away from mom in the morning until she didn't look as hungover as I expected her to.

What I saw in the laundry room froze me in my tracks. My sister was facing away from me, pulling her dress over her head. Her shapely ass was on display, covered only by the tiny fabric triangle at the top of her thong underwear. Despite being so short, she had a beautiful ass and her legs looked amazing in the thigh high stockings she was still wearing. The sensual curve of her slender back came into view as the dress lifted, revealing even more of her pale and flawless skin. She was wearing a lacy black bra, but she hadn't turned in such a way that allowed me to see her breasts at all.

I watched in rapt attention as her hair fell back down into place when the dress pulled free of her head. Even that tiny detail seemed indescribably sexy to me at that moment. She stepped up on the stool in front of the washing machine, dropped the dress in, and bent forward slightly to adjust the controls. Her firm looking little bubble butt, now even more on display for me, called out for me to feel it's delightful firmness. Even though she had long given up gymnastics, her body was still toned to near perfection. My cock was so hard that it hurt at the sight of her. This was more of her body than I had ever seen exposed before and it was glorious.

Skye grabbed a shirt from on top of the dryer and pulled it on, her smooth shoulders disappearing from sight. I almost whined in protest when the hem of the shirt fell to her hips, almost, but not entirely, covering her ass. Jesus, I wanted her so badly at that moment that I had to fight the urge to step forward and put my arms around her.

The sound of the washing machine starting snapped me out of my trance just in time for her to turn and see me. She jumped a little, clearly startled, and suddenly blushed.

"I thought you were in the kitchen. You scared me."

"I... uh..." Fuck. My mouth forgot how to work all of a sudden.

"You okay?" She looked amused. No doubt, I looked pretty damned stupid standing there with a bowl of cereal in one hand, staring blankly at her as my mouth wouldn't form words.

"Yeah. Shit. Sorry. I blanked out a second." I blurted as my brain finished its reset sequence or whatever the fuck was going on up there.

"Did you need something?" She smiled up at me, her eyes looking tired and still a bit glassy from the alcohol.

That question was a trap if ever I heard one.

"Yeah, sorry. I just wasn't expecting you to be changing clothes in here. Kind of threw me off."

"Yeah, well, I wasn't expecting Heather to puke tequila on my dress either." She blushed again.

"When the hell did she get tequila?" I was trying with all my might to keep my eyes on her face and not focus on the couple of inches of exposed flesh between the tops of her stockings and the bottom hem of her shirt. She looked sexy as hell.

"Kevin ordered it for her when you were in the bathroom."

"That son of a bitch," I muttered. I would have to have words with him about that shit.

"So what did you want?"

"To tell you to keep her the hell away from mom in the morning until she doesn't look as hungover as she is gonna be. I mean it. I don't want to catch a ton of shit for letting you two drink."

"I'd be in as much trouble as you would."

"I have my doubts about that," I grumbled, making an effort to sound more irritable than I was feeling.
Skye crossed the distance between us in three graceful strides, her stockings allowing her to glide up to me without making a sound. Her arms wrapped around me in a hug as she turned her head to the side, resting it against my chest.

"Don't worry, I'll keep her away from mom. Thank you for putting up with her tonight. With both of us."

I used my free arm to return her hug, trying not to spill my bowl of cereal in the other.

"It's no big deal. We all gotta let loose once in a while."

She leaned up on her tip toes and gave me a kiss on the jaw. Her lips seemed to linger against my skin just the tiniest bit longer than they should have. Just long enough for me to wonder if she was dragging the kiss out longer on purpose or not. Then she slipped past me, graceful as a cat, and moved back toward the staircase.

My eyes stayed locked on the bottom curves of her tight looking ass peeking out from beneath her shirt as she ascended the stairs and disappeared from view. I went to my room, locked the door, and jerked off to memories of what I'd seen. If there was a hell, I no doubt that I was going there for sure based on the thoughts going through my head.

* * * * *

End of Part One.