Mafia Desire (Erotica)

“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.

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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.