off at two, she started to relax. She curled her legs up beneath her and as time passed, she seemed to get closer to me and the temptation to reach out to touch her was all I could think about.
“Who wants another?” Levi asks when the end credits start to roll.
“I think it’s bedtime for us oldies,” Leah says, pushing up from the couch and collecting the empty glasses and bottles. When she picks up four from beside Alyssa, she gives her a hard stare, but instead of chastising her, she just whispers, “Don’t let your dad find out.”
With a laugh and a knowing wink, she leaves us to it.
“If you think I’m sitting through another one of those, then you must be even stupider than I thought,” Alyssa barks at Levi who innocently selects the horror section and starts searching through options. “I have no idea how I’m supposed to put up with you all this time.”
She pushes herself from the couch but much to my surprise, using my thigh as her hand rest. My muscles tense as her fingers grip slightly.
“I’m done. Don’t mind, do you?” She looks to me and then at my new bottle of beer that’s sitting on the coffee table. I don’t get a chance to answer because she has it to her lips, taking a long drag before giving me one last look and disappearing, but that’s not before I get a chance to check out her ass in her yoga pants.
“You about finished?” Levi asks, noticing what’s caught my attention.
“What?” I ask innocently. I’ve caught him checking out my sister on more than one occasion before she moved out and got married. Granted, there was not a chance in hell of him ever banging her seeing as there’s a six-year age gap, but still.
He forces me to endure another less than scary movie before I call it a night and head up to my new bedroom.
The second I step foot in the room, I know she’s still awake because the sound of soft music coming from her room filters in and there’s a light coming from the gap under the bathroom door.
Closing the door, I pull my shirt over my head and drop my jeans. I throw them both on the chair in the corner of the room beside my small bag, telling myself that I’ll unpack it tomorrow.
I walk over to the bathroom door, stop and listen to see if she’s inside but I can’t hear anything over the beat of her music, so trying my luck, I push the handle down.
Locked.
Finding something to pick the lock with, I open it as quietly as I can and once again push down on the handle, only this time the door opens.
I find her standing at the sink, toothbrush in hand, and much to my delight she’s only in her tank and a tiny pair of panties.
“I thought I locked that.”
“You did.”
She turns from looking at me in the mirror over her shoulder, but her eyes don’t stay on mine, instead, they drop down my naked torso, lingering on my abs before dropping down to my cock that’s threatening to go full mast.
“Well, then you should have taken it as a hint that I didn’t want you in here. There’s a perfectly good bathroom for you to use down the hall.”
“But I wanted to use this one.”
“Why?” One hand lands on her hip and her back straightens. I think it’s meant to be in defiance, but all I notice is how her breasts push out, her nipples tightening behind the thin fabric.
“Because it has something in it that I want.”
“Oh yeah, what’s that? My girly shower gel?”
“As much as I like that sweet smell, that wasn’t what I had in mind.”
“Oh?”
I take a step toward her and her breath catches.
“Emerson?” she asks, her voice cracking as I close the space between us.
I come to a stop right in front of her. Her chest heaves, her breasts swelling even more with her arousal. Fuck, I’d love to know how wet she is for me right now.
“Yeah. It seems I forgot my toothbrush. Do you mind?” Before she has a chance to answer, I’ve plucked the pink brush from her hand and I’ve got it in my mouth.
“Ew, there’s something fucking wrong with you. You do know that, right?”
I shrug.
“Ugh, you’re infuriating. What’s it going to take to make you leave me alone?”
I finish brushing and rinse out her brush before dropping it into the