Little Sister — Angela R. Sargenti

He asked me to take his little sister out, wean her off this guy she just broke up with.

Yeah, sure, she was cute and all, but their dad owned the place where I worked, so I was pretty hesitant.

“Dude, your dad will kill me for sure, and I do not feel like being killed any time soon.”

“Kill you for what?” Vic asks, coming around the garage.

“The genius here wants me to take your daughter out.”

“The last thing she needs is another one of you clowns pawing away at her. She needs her space right now.”

“I know. I wasn’t going to.”

Vic looked at his son, then he grinned.

“On the other hand…”

So there I was, pressured into taking Lauren out, and she must’ve spent all day, because she was knock-out hot when I picked her up.

“Damn, Lauren. How come you’re so pretty?”

She smiled shyly.

“Thanks, Mark. You’re too sweet.”

“I brought my brother Paul’s helmet for you,” I told her, almost wishing I had the car instead of the bike, but every chick I knew would expect the bike, so there we were.

“You be careful with her, Mark, you hear?” said Vic. “That’s my little girl right there.”

Great.

Now, besides not being allowed to fuck this hot little babe, I have the added pressure of taking her life in my hands? It almost made me give up on the whole thing, but she’d always been so sweet to me, I couldn’t let her down now and make her look stupid in front of her family.

“Where are we going?” she asked, climbing up behind me and hanging on to my hips.

“The duck pond at Reseda Park,” I say.

So yeah, we had a short, innocent kind of date, but it was still fun, surprisingly. I mean, Lauren’s such a quiet girl, you wouldn’t think she’d be so drop-dead funny. Not that she was being funny now, but still.

“You know how Jeremy acts sometimes?” she asked me. “I mean, throwing things and all?”

“Yeah?”

“Well, he’s really not like that at home.”

Lauren had pissed off her entire family, moving in with Jeremy right before her eighteenth birthday. I have to admit, it was a bold move, but it still ended badly, as such relationships do.

“He shouldn’t have let you move in,” I told her. “He was a dick for letting you move in without your family’s approval.”

She blushed again.

“Thanks for getting me out of there that night.”

The thing she was talking about was, I was over at Jeremy’s the night they broke up. I was there with Jeremy’s cousin, Kenny. Jeremy was being a total asshole, because apparently, he took her out to dinner that night and they had some falling out, and now she was being really flirty with us. So Jeremy pulls Kenny into another room and starts chewing him out, and I look over at Lauren.

“Fuck Jeremy. Show me your room.”

She gave a nervous chuckle at first, and then she hit me with a melting glance.

“Okay.”

Now, supposedly…supposedly they were just roommates. Supposedly, they weren’t sleeping together, but the fact was, everyone knew she was crushing on him hard.

She got up and led me up the stairs, though, looking down at me every few steps to be sure I was still there. My blood started to boil and I grinned when she indicated the room on the left as hers.

Well, whatever the truth was, at least she had her own room.

I headed right to the bed and perched myself on it, and then I glanced around the room.

“Nice.”

“Most of this stuff belongs to Jeremy,” she told me.

“Yeah? Is that Jeremy’s doll, too?”

That threw her off her nervousness and she glanced down at the doll. She picked it up and looked at it wistfully, and then she set it back down. She turned toward me and leaned against the dresser, just out of my reach.

“No,” she smiled. “He gave it to me for my birthday.”

Something flared in her eyes that surprised me. Oh, I had to give it to Jeremy, awakening this side of her. It took me a second to catch up with myself.

“It’s pretty,” I told her. “Like you.”

She glanced away demurely, all innocence again. I patted the empty spot next to me and she sat down beside me, just the right distance away to say, I like you, but I’m no whore.

I scooted closer, leaning in for a kiss, and she looked like she didn’t know what to do for a second, so I cradled her head and made her kiss me.

Her hair felt like spun silk under my hand and I broke the kiss off, giving her an easy out if she wanted it. I kicked off my shoes so I could lie down and I settled back against the pillows as I reached for her.

She could’ve moved a fraction of an inch and she would’ve been out of my reach, but instead she leaned a fraction of an inch toward me. I pulled her down to join me and she snuggled into my arms at once.

“Here, get comfortable,” I said, lifting her head in one hand and gently stuffing part of the pillow under it.

She sighed like I was her Prince Charming and I kissed her again.

“I didn’t call on your birthday,” I told her. “I didn’t know what the deal was with you and Jeremy.”

She stiffened then, and though I didn’t relish being a convenient weapon in their fight, I couldn’t help not caring about it.

“Jeremy?” she said, her lip curling in distaste. “We’re just roommates. What I do doesn’t concern him.”

I nuzzled her ear.

“No?” I asked in a low growl.

She shook her head, so I reached over and unfastened the button under her chin. “Then I guess he won’t mind if I do this.”

The look on her face almost discouraged me, but I figured it would be good for her, good to let Jeremy know he had some competition.

“Of course not,” she answered.

I smiled again and let my fingertips trail down to the next button.

“What if I do this?”

I freed another button from its buttonhole and let an idle finger sneak into her cleavage. Our glances met and I looked at her with a question in my eyes. I gave her this one final chance to back out and she refused to take it, so I directed her glance down until she was staring down her own top.

“Not in the least,” she answered, raising her eyes to mine, determination in them.

I needed no more encouragement than that, and I undid the next button down and peeled back the placket. Grinning in surprise, I spied some black lace underneath.

“What do we have under this pretty little dress?” I asked, undoing the next button down. I tugged her dress open even further.

She had on some kind of lingerie and I wanted to see it, but I was hurt that she was really dressed up for that bastard Jeremy. I knew now that they were fighting because that prick had the nerve to turn her down.

I made up my mind to show her what a real man did with a woman like her. I let my thumb graze her nipple and I felt her shiver under my touch. I made quick work of the rest of the buttons, ducking my head to suck her tits through the thin lace. She was yanking at the back of my t-shirt, trying to get it loose from my jeans, and I reached down to help, pulling it over my head and flinging it aside.

“We’d better get this dress off, too,” I told her, sitting her up in bed.

Lauren shrugged out one arm, then the other. She tossed her new dress carelessly to the floor and I pulled her back down, hungry for her. My hand skimmed over the black silk teddy and came to rest on her hip for a moment.

“How’s a slim little thing like you ever going to have a baby?” I asked her, reaching down between her thighs to unfasten the secret little hooks between her legs.

She clung to me, her face buried in my hair as I wrested my jeans off and kicked them away, thinking how glad I was that I didn’t tie my hair back tonight. I took hold of her leg and draped it over my hip, and then I rolled onto my back to lie flat, pulling her over on top of me.

“There we go,” I said softly. She glanced down at me with a smile and I fanned my hair out on the pillow beneath me, both for comfort and to show it off. I smiled up at her with a drowsy grin, and then I grasped those pretty little hips of hers.

Lauren already knew how to do this, though. She raised herself onto one knee and guided my cock into her, then she rocked back against me, bracing her hands against my chest for support as she began to ride me. I drove myself further into her, meeting each of her movements with an answering one. She moaned softly with each sharp thrust, sitting up taller and arching her back to take me deeper, her head flung back in abandon.

Within seconds, I felt her whole body shudder as she came, and I quickened my pace, seeing I could take her even further. In a moment, she was moaning aloud as I sank my fingers into her hips and urged her to another orgasm. I rammed into her hard, my voice joining with hers as I felt myself release.

She ground herself against me one final time to squeeze the dregs out of her own climax, and once she was finished, she dropped to the bed beside me and lay her head on my chest.

I thought about that night now, and I kissed her hard, throwing my arms around her.

“Aw, Lauren, your dad’s going to kill me. And fire me. And if that stupid fuck Jeremy doesn’t know what he pissed away, I sure do.”

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Ms. Shannon writes erotica and plain vanilla fiction under the name Angela Sargenti.  She’s currently writing the zombie blog After Old Joe at http://www.afteroldjoe.wordpress.com while working on her next novel.  Occasionally she writes for http://www.lostzombies.com and has erotic stories published at Lush Stories, CF Publications, and www.leodegrance.com. She lives in California with her husband and her cats, and is a big fan of the Oakland As.  You may contact her at angiesargenti@yahoo.com.

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