As far as I can tell, she’s not wearing a trace of makeup. She’s tall. Almost as tall as me, but curvy as the shoreline. She’s got meat on her hips I’m already dying to bruise with my fingers.
She’s your best friend’s baby sister. She’s your best friend’s baby sister. I’ve lost track of how many times I’ve repeated that in my head since I showed up on her doorstep, but I’m sure it’ll be in the millions before I get out of this place.
I watch in awe as she licks her finger and twirls the tip around the top of her bottle. I’m sure she didn’t think anything of it. It’s probably a habit she’s had for years. But I have to resist groaning at the image of her pink little tongue slipping between her lips as she brings her finger to her mouth.
She’s your best friend’s baby sister.
“Nothing, really. I mean, I read—like obsessively. I watch movies. I have every streaming service you could possibly want. My best friend from college, Persephone, still lives in the Atlanta area, and we hang out once a month or so. But she’s a social butterfly, and I’m more a fly on the wall type of girl. What about you?”
I can’t get over how much she’s changed in the years since I’ve seen her.
That’s not quite true. She was all grown up the last time we saw each other, too. Only then, her entire family was there, and the idea of banging her on her kitchen floor never would have crossed my mind.
Now though? Fuck me, man.
“I bang flight attendants,” I blurt, then mentally kick myself. “I mean—” Instead of being upset or offended though, she tips her head back and laughs.
She’s my. Best. Friend’s. Baby. Sister.
She’s a ball of nerves on one hand, but oddly chill in her own skin on the other. She has this air about her that says she has no idea how fucking sexy she is, and that just makes it even worse. I want her.
Bad.
“Well, of course, you do. You’re a pilot, you’re single, and you’re good looking. I bet the...” She hesitates for a moment, as if searching for a word before tossing her hand out in success. “The pilot pussies all adore you.”
I choke back my laughter at that. “Pilot pussy? Think of that all by yourself?”
“No. Well, kinda. In romance novels, they call the girls that go after sports stars bunnies. So, a puck bunny, punt bunny, and basketball has the hoop hoes, and so on. I was just trying to come up with one for pilots.”
I take a swig of my beer before I reply.
“My friend’s girlfriend calls them sky sluts,” I tell her, only slightly abashed. It is what it is. I love my life. I’m not embarrassed by it—too much, at least. I need to remember that I can’t talk to her like I can her brother, though. No stories of blowjobs in the cock pit. Emphasis on cock.
“Sky sluts,” she muses. “I like it.”
Her phone goes off for about the hundredth time today, and she rolls her eyes before placing it face down on the table again.
“Who was that, your boyfriend?” I ignore the uncomfortable sensation that accompanies the question.
“No. My friend Seph, well, Persephone. She’s sending me dirty gifs combined with words of encouragement.”
I want to ask her what’s that about, but she pops that stupid rubber thing in her mouth again, and I watch her roll it between her lips for a few moments before I finally crack.
“Okay. I’m sorry, but I have to ask. What the hell is that?”
She blushes, a beautiful, intoxicating sight, before spitting the rubber wand out as if it caught fire.
“Oh. Yeah, um...” She pulls the black cord from around her neck, dangling it between us. I grab the cord from her hand and bring it to eye level for closer inspection. Despite the tooth prints in the rubber, I can see it’s in the shape of a light saber. She’s hesitant and embarrassed, phrasing every sentence as if it’s a question. “It’s from a website that specializes in gear for people with autism? Children, mostly. But they have a chewable section?” Finally, she shrugs, as if it can’t get any worse.
“I have a bit of an oral fixation. I used to be a horrible nail biter; I’m not sure if you remember. Then I graduated to hard plastic: pens, bottle caps, that sort of thing. Highlighters, which, as you can imagine, were pretty hard on my teeth. My dentist suggested I try something from this website, and it’s been a balm. I go through like one a month, because I’m a hard-core chewer, but at least I’m not at risk for chipping a tooth anymore.”
My mind fuzzed out about the time she mentioned oral fixation.
“Oral fixation?” I repeat, the phrase now stuck in my imagination.
“Yeah,” she replies, looking me in the eye. “It means I like to have things in my mouth.”
Sweet Jesus Christ.
She’s Jack’s baby sister.
She’s Jack’s baby sister.
Needing something, anything, to cool my rising libido, I bring the rest of my beer to my lips and chug it down. When that doesn’t help, I grab hers and do the same. The look she gives me as I swallow the chilled liquid says she knows exactly what she’s done to me. She’s the first to break eye contact, though, dropping her gaze, then gathering the plates from the table.
“You must be exhausted. I don’t know how you do it, skipping through all those different time zones all day long. It’s got to be hell on your body. I’ll let you get some sleep.”
I know I’m being dismissed. I also know that if I pushed the matter, I could have her bent over this table if I really wanted. But I can’t. Because it’s wrong. If I don’t have enough self-restraint to keep my hands to myself, then I should just pack up and leave right now. Jack didn’t think twice about agreeing to me staying with his sister, because he trusts me. He trusts me. What type of man would I be if I betrayed that trust on my second night here?
I fake a yawn, which turns into a real one as I stretch my arms out over my head.
“You’re right. I am pretty beat. I’d forgotten the humidity in the South. It really takes it out of you when you spend hours outside. Do you want help cleaning up before I go to bed?”
She looks at me, a half relieved, half disappointed look on her face.
“Nope, I’ve got it all taken care of. I’ll see you in the morning.”
“Night then, Cobra.”
“Night.”
It takes more self-control than I ever thought possible to lock myself into her spare bedroom.
*****
Shelby’s bedroom door shut for the last time over an hour ago, and I’m still staring up at the ceiling of her spare room. It’s so quiet out here, I can hear the bugs chirping outside.
I’m exhausted, but I can’t sleep. I’m wound up too tight from the events of today. I mean, if I have to be stranded someplace other than Barbados, Cobra’s house is a great place to do it. I simply wasn’t expecting to have the reaction to her I did.
My hand creeps down my torso, and I use the heel of my palm against my aching cock, trying to give myself some relief without jacking off in her spare bed.
Because no matter how bad I need the relief, I can’t bring myself to defile her mattress like that. Even if it isn’t where she sleeps. Her parents could sleep here when they come to visit, and for the rest of my life I’ll know I came where they sleep, and I’ll never be able to look them in the eye again.