Mafia Desire (Erotica)

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.Text © 2024 NôvelDrama.Org.

“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.