Too Close for Comfort (closed)

Morris Daniels, Jr. was an introvert. Some people might even call him a nerd, not to his face of course. Being six feet four inches of caramel granite, disparaging words were few and far between in Morris' quiet world. He lived alone in a luxurious loft paid for by the sell of a fitness app he created on a whim a few years ago. Now at the ripe old age of 30, he was effectively retired, and given that he lived a simple life, Mo was certain he'd never have to work again.

But just because Morris liked his life didn't mean he didn't think it needed changing. Growing up in suburbia with a Irish Catholic mother and Black father, Morris always had trouble fitting in. He was too dark for the white kids and wasn't "black" enough for the browns so he spent his formative years mostly alone. College wasn't much different, by then he'd gotten used to being a loner so he didn't even try to fit in. Working out was his only means of socializing with the outside world but even then he shied away from the jock types who tormented him throughout grade school. He might have grown a few inches and gained about a hundred pounds but inside he was still a gangly pimple faced teenager who spent his nights roleplaying on message boards.

That's about the time he discovered the dark world of sexual role play and young Morris realized he had a knack for talking to women he couldn't see them. He was suave, just like his father had been, and his self-deprecating sense of humor had him making chat buddies all over the world. Unfortunately those skills didn't translate to the real world. He'd tried going to parties, and the occasional bar to pick of girls but could never close the deal. He'd fumble over his words. His palms would sweat. The complete opposite of his online persona, so he very quickly gave up, resigning himself to a life of virtual romance that would never cross over to his reality.

Even he admitted it was a boring life. And lonely. He had money. A flashy muscle car he never drove and a motorcycle that was his pride and joy. He was well traveled and cultured, but he had no one to share it with. Morris Daniels decided it was time for a change, so he placed an ad on his(our) favorite adult message boards.

He attached a picture of himself shirtless, his washboard abs on full display above a pair of boxer briefs that hugged his fluffed nine inches perfectly. It took a few poses before he decided on the right pic, his tongue out playfully. Though Morris cropped out most of his face, he got more than a few takers but he quickly realized the problem with the thirst trap he set. Video wasn't for everybody, but he wasn't the type to flat out decline those he exchanged messages with, especially if those messages led to his nine inches standing up straight.

It was weeks before he found anybody worthwhile but little did he know his quiet life would change forever.

Khepri Jones wasn't necessarily a bad person, she just made bad choices, so is the story for most girls who run away from home in their early teens. At the tender age of 15 she ran away from the projects to live her own life. Really she was running away from her mother's latest boyfriend who looked at her a little too long and too often. Her mother worked a lot back then, leaving young Khepri in their tiny apartment with her deadbeat boyfriend. She could have told her mother her fears but Khepri had already grown accustomed to being disappointed by the woman who gave birth to her so one day she just never came home from school. Being underaged and uneducated there wasn't much she could do legally to support herself. Short of selling her body she did what she had to do. She boasted, sold drugs, picked pockets, anything to get by but still managed to go to school everyday.

That's how she ended up in the group home. It wasn't necessarily a bad place, just crowded. She got three square meals and a warm bed to sleep in, but most importantly Khepri made connections. No one was looking to give half-grown black girls forever homes and she knew that the gravy train would stop once she turned 18. Two weeks after her high school graduation, Khepri found herself on the streets again, but not for long. By then she'd hooked up with a guy she met at the group home and his gang of juvenile delinquents squating in one of the many abandoned houses on the outskirts of the projects. Not six months later they were all arrested on grand theft charges and because none of them would talk, they all got three years.

Khepri used the time behind bars well enough. She read, took a few classes, and discovered that she had a knack for storytelling. Unfortunately once she was released finding a job was even harder than before but if nothing else Khepri was a hustler. A well built hustler, so she decided to put her chocolate wrapped curves to good use on the pole. but old habits die hard and it wasn't long before Khepri was supplementing her income with credit card picked from the wallets of particularly sleazy customers.

After another stint in the clink, Khepri decided to make a change. Being released shortly before her 30th birthday seemed like a sign to stay on the straight and narrow. It was rough going at first but eventually she got a job at a call center during the day and spent her nights taking creative writing classes to hone her craft. Unfortunately school had never been her thing, especially when she already knew the niche she wished to fill. It was her teacher who suggested she check out Literotica, where she stumbled upon the forum and in a pot fueled haze set up a SRP profile. She didn't join any threads right away, instead prowled the boards for potential writing partners. There was one writer who seemed pretty popular. All his threads had thousands of views and it only took a few scans to realize why.

What followed might have been considered stalking in some circles but Khepri considered the reading of all his posts vetting. But of course there were unintended side effects to following along with all his work. She very quickly developed a crush on the witty srper and when she saw his ad for cam friends, Khepri jumped at the chance to actually see him. Especially after getting a glimpse of his pic, so she sent him a pm that sparked a conversation that went on into the wee hours of the morning.

It was a few days before he finally sent her his hangouts user name so they could finally meet "chest to chest" as he put it and Khepri found herself nervous waiting for the call to connect. The feeling was short lived, once they got over the initial jitters, the conversation came as easily as it had in pm and it wasn't long before the two were bouncing ideas off each other.

And neither one of them even took their clothes off during that first session, or the next. It wasn't until the third meeting that she asked to see his goods and he stood up without hesitation to drop trow. That's when it happened. Khepri caught a glimpse of his face, his reflection off the television screen mounted on the wall behind him, and her breath caught.

"Oh my god Duece," she gasped and slammed her laptop shut.

Morris Daniels Jr., Khepri's long lost half brother and she hadn't seen him in years. He still looked the same, just like their father. And as disgusting as it was, the knowledge of their relation didn't stop her from touching herself with thoughts of him.

There weren't too many people left who called him that. "Deuce" was the nickname bestowed upon Morris by his late father because Junior wasn't "cool enough". It was the name that most of his paternal relatives used but since his father's five years ago, interactions with that side of the family had been few and far between. It wasn't that he was ashamed, as he had been accused of by them on more than one occasion, they just didn't have that much in common. He lived a sheltered life, devoid of inner city conflicts that plagued his paternal family. Granted every story from that branch wasn't a hard luck one, he had cousins who were doctors, lawyers, and the like but they all maintained a grit that he simply didn't possess. Where his mother's family would call him sweet, his father's would call him soft and that caused him no shortage of strife whenever there were family get-togethers. He remembered vividly a fight between his parents after a tumultuous thanksgiving at his MeMaw's when his cousin's teased him relentlessly for not being able to play the latest Madden. His mother wanted all culprits reprimanded but his father insisted that Morris needed to learn to defend himself.

"The boy ain't got no fight cause we give him everything. That's the difference between him and them."

"So he needs to be punished because he's privileged."

"No but he needs to learn how to deal with the price of that privilege without running to us crying all the time."

That's when young Morris decided to start working out, figuring that if he bulked up then maybe his cousins would think twice before antagonizing him again. Of course it didn't really work that way but the endeavor served to bring him and his father together through athletics. He wasn't much for team sports but by the time he made it into high school he found his niche on the track. Morris ran year-round throughout his high school years and was even recruited at the collegiate level but he passed up scholarships to pursue his real dream of becoming a computer programmer.

He still ran though, 8 miles every day, and it was on one of these runs that his mind cleared enough to recall a voice he hadn't heard in years. It was different now with the tinge of a smoker's rasp and the realization hit him like a ton of brick, stopped him dead in his tracks. His sister, the product of his father's "lone" marital indiscretion. The bane of his mother's existence. It was her fault that the elder Morris cut ties with the little girl he fathered with an ex-girlfriend early in his marriage. After Morris stole money out of his mother's purse to get the two of them ice cream after his mother told them no. She insisted that Khepri was the culprit, even after Morris came clean, and banned the girl from the house. They were only 8 and for a while his father snuck him out to the bad side of town so the two could still hang out but that last as long as it took his mother to find out. And when she threatened divorce, his father didn't have a choice but cut ties altogether.

But he never forgot about her and on his deathbed he made Morris promise to find her, unfortunately Khepri was in the middle of her second prison stint. Instead of breaking his father's heart, he said he couldn't find her but promised he wouldn't stop looking. For a while he wrestled with the idea of going to see her but his mother convinced him that wouldn't be a good idea, she might be bitter over how they grew up. Or worse, given her record, she might see this as an opportunity to cash in but that didn't stop him from keeping tabs on her until her release. Once she was out of the system though, she was truly in the wind. Until now of course.

Regardless of how awkward the meeting might be, Morris decided he needed to see her, to talk to her face to face. He owed his father that much and deep down he felt like he owed her. It was his fault she was shunned in the first place.

"Sisters don't snitch on their brothers Deuce...'specially not over no ice cream," she told him that day before their father took her home. He hugged her tight, tears streaming down his face but all she did was smile and say, "Don't worry I'll always have your back."

And Morris didn't doubt her but he didn't think he deserved her protection. There were many a time when they played in the park near her projects when kids would pick on him for his pressed khakis and button down shirts but Khepri always kept her word, even if that meant a busted lip. She was everything he wasn't and he felt compelled to make it right, so he sent her several messages and she ignored them all. He tried Hangouts voice calls but all were declined on the first ring. It was a few weeks before he said enough was enough and decided to take matters into his own hands, but first he sent her one last message.

She must have read the message three times before she even got out of bed that morning and twice more on the bus ride to work. But still she didn't respond until her lunch break.

Do what you gotta do​

Khepri knew he did something with computers but she doubted her goody two shoes of a half brother was capable of doing anything illegal. When he didn't respond, she assumed she'd called his bluff and went back to work without giving him a second thought.

By the end of her shift, Khepri had forgotten all about her brother's threats and rushed to make it across town to the community college for her night class. Just because school wasn't her thing didn't mean she didn't need to attend. She understood the difference between good storytelling and good writing was technique with which she had very little. And her vocabulary and grammar left something to be desired, so she sat through the lectures and took notes, completed homework assignments with a zeal she didn't know she possessed. Granted the B average she maintained was basically meaningless, still she actual felt accomplished. That she had a chance to do something other than answer phones at a shipping company for the rest of her life.

After receiving a standing ovation for her latest short story, Khepri was walking on air as she crossed the darkened parking lot with one of her classmates. They lived along the same bus route and occasionally stopped off for a drink after class. Not tonight though, Khepri was eager to get home to start on her next assignment. A private one, her teacher understood her desire to write erotica and started giving her side projects to get her going in the right direction. Tonight's NSFW assignment was to involve strangers, one straight the other homosexual, who would end up in bed together. The only parameters were that it had to be sober, consensual, and believable. Her wheels were already spinning with ideas on how to make all that happen.

"I think I'll make it two guys," she said absently and the little blonde woman snorted.

"You love to make things more difficult than they need to be," was her quick reply and Khepri shrugged her shoulders.

"Anything worth doing ain't easy," she said with a grin. Both woman jumped at the sound of laughter behind them and spun to see a man twice their size leaning on the bus shelter. He clutched a motorcycle helmet in one hand and the other was jammed in the pocket of his black and gray riding jacket. A smile played at the corners of his lips as he locked eyes with Khepri and she felt her fists clench.

"We aren't interested," her friend said defensively and that cracked Khepri's resolve.

"Relax Nomi. He's harmless...nosy as fuck but harmless," Khepri said, her jaw loosening enough for her to smirk a little.

"You know this guy KP?"

"He's my brother."

Morris couldn't help reading the challenge in her reply. Their previous messages had been purely superficial so there was no way Khepri could know there was nothing idle about his threat. He fully intended to use all his IT knowledge to hack into her network to glean everything he could of his sister's whereabouts. In a matter of minutes he had IP addresses and wifi access codes. A few hours, Morris found his way into her laptop, that she foolishly left online while she was at work, and it was a treasure trove of information. With remote access, Morris had little trouble scanning her emails to find her phone number and physical address. He was surprised to see they only lived about an hour away from each other. And a bit of pride swelled his chest when he found that she was pursuing a degree in English at her local community college. A few key strokes allowed him access to her class schedule and GPA. Again he was proud to see Khepri maintained a solid 3.5. Once he was done snooping, Morris did the brotherly thing and ran a system diagnostic to clear up any ad/malware then put up a firewall so her system wouldn't be so easily accessible. By the time her shift was ending, Morris had all the information he needed to do exactly as he said.

That was the easy part. Nothing about computers could ever give him trouble, it was dealing with people that gave Morris anxiety. He found himself pacing around his bedroom, the doors of his walk-in closet thrown open wide, as he contemplated how to approach her. Just showing up to her place was obviously a bad idea. No woman wanted some strange man on her doorstep, brother or not. Meeting in a public place was ideal but going to her job seemed just as bad. The last thing Morris wanted to do was cause a scene that might jeopardize her employment. He'd already ruined her life once and he'd be damned if he did it again. He would have liked to simply show up at a place she might be but Khepri wasn't the type to broadcast her comings and goings on social media. She didn't even have a Facebook page, just an Instagram full of memes with a sprinkling of selfies. There was a Pinterest account attached to her email that showed a wide array of interests from feminism to tattoos to interior design and gardening. Morris spent the most amount of time surveying her boards, hoping to get a grasp on who this woman with whom he shared an x chromosome with might have become.

All the information only served to make him more anxious and he had to change his shirt twice before leaving his swanky apartment because he sweat right through it. He probably could have changed again but didn't want his fears to get the best of him so he set out on his custom Honda CBR 300 with his spare helmet in tow, in case Khepri felt inclined to go for a ride. It might have been a better idea to take his matte black Hellcat Challenger but riding his bike was like running, offering a singular focus to keep his mind from racing. And there was the added bonus of cutting the travel time in half.

Morris checked the time as he pulled onto the campus and realized he had time to spare, which turned out to be a good thing since he had no idea where her class might be. He could have asked but he was already too nervous so he did a quick search and found the campus map online. It was ten minutes before he found the building and he decided to wait inside to keep himself from running away. That had been his MO, when things got hard, he'd turn the other way.

Not anymore. Granted he kept a white knuckle grip on the bench to keep himself seated and his booted foot tapped rapidly against the industrial grade carpet, but he didn't leave. Not even when he caught sight of her, having a smoke with a few other people he assumed were classmates. Even though he'd seen pictures, Morris was struck by her beautiful smile. Open and bright, not the expression he thought a hardened criminal could make. Her natural hair was cut short in a sort of frohawk with the textured ends dyed electric blue. She'd already showed him all her tattoos but he found himself wanting to see them up close. To touch them. To touch her. It was a fleeting thought, quickly erased by the fact that she was coming inside. Khepri barely looked in his direction, so busy talking to a tall well built Middle Eastern looking man and a wave of jealousy washed over him as she burst out laughing and touched the man's arm.

That feeling he took notice of, and mulled over a moment before he followed behind them to linger outside her classroom. Those weren't feelings one should have for a sibling, however estranged, and it wouldn't serve their renewed relationship if he didn't keep them in check. He chalked it up to a lack of physical contact but Morris couldn't help the visions of her partially nude body on his laptop screen from creeping into his mindscape. Nor could he keep his body from reacting to them.

By the time her class was letting out, Morris was rock hard with sweaty palms but still he couldn't say anything as Khepri exited the building with a petite blond who he'd already seen naked courtesy of his sister's email. Her name was Nomi and she had a huge crush on Khepri, but judging from the emails she hadn't acted on it yet. He also knew they rode the bus together. Back outside he made a b-line to his bike and pulled around to the bus stop to wait. He watched them for a moment, going over what he might say. And working up the nerve to actually say it.

It was the sound of a diesel engine in the distance that finally got him moving and Morris came up just in time to hear Khepri utter their father's catch phrase. He couldn't help but laugh, even as the women jumped at his presence. He opened his mouth to explain himself but his sister beat him to it.

"He's my brother," she said and Morris notice the hint of a smile on her supple lips. "What are you doing here Deuce?"

"You told me to do what I had to do," he said as he put his helmet down and took a tentative step forward. "After...I'm just saying...I wanted to talk to you and you wouldn't...I...I just wanted to..."

"Oh my God shut up," she said with a grin and threw her arms around his neck. It took him a moment to react but she clung to him anyway, planted a kiss on both his cheeks. "I can't believe you actually found me.'

"I told you I would," he said, holding her just as tight.

"I can't believe how big you got," she said as she finally pulled away, then quickly put her hand over her mouth when she realized how those words might sound. "You used to be so scrawny," she added with a nervous giggle as she stepped away to introduce her friend.

"Morris Daniels, Nomi Moreau," Khepri said by way of introduction and Nomi stuck out her hand.

"So who's older," she asked with a half smile, craning her neck to look up at Morris and Khepri chuckled a little.

"Me," she said and Morris let out a snort. "By all of three months...it's a long story for another night..."

"Not that long," Nomi said with a chuckle, shaking her head. "My Dad was a rolling stone too...so who's mom was the mistress?"

Morris balked at the question but Khepri hadn't been embarrassed about being the product of an affair in a long time. "Dad dated my mom first, joined the service, met his mom and fell in love. They got married and when Daddy came home to share the good news with his family, my mom just so happened to be there...and well...one thing led to another. Didn't stop Dad from marrying his snowflake," she said, with air quotes around the last. Morris rolled his eyes at that, as he always did, but he didn't say anything so Khepri kept talking. "Needless to say they were both surprised when my mom showed up to their cute little house in the 'burbs with me in her arms."

"Fucked up family reunion," Nomi said, after sucking in a harsh breath.

"Ehhh, we had some fun for a while didn't we Deuce," Khepri said with a grin and slapped her brother on the back. The bus had finally made it's way to the shelter, but because it was the end of the route, they had a few minutes before it departed. After a quick wave though, Nomi boarded immediately, mumbling something about giving them a minute as she walked away.

Once they were alone, Khepri's jovial expression turned to something a little more sinister and Morris took a cautious step back. "Look you little shit," she said threw clenched jaws, one hand balled into a fist. The other she raised, thrust her manicured fingernail into his chest, and said, "You better be glad she was here or I woulda decked your ass. I'm the criminal, not you, don't pull any of this bullshit again. You hear me?"

He couldn't believe how honest she was, but then again that was Khepri, unapologetically herself. Always. It must have come from her mother because Morris didn't have any of that. He'd always wanted a tattoo but was too afraid of what his mother might think. Granted he'd done a little hacking in college but nothing worth bragging about and never close to breaking any real laws. She was wild and reckless, and Morris, well, he was Morris. Safe. Regimented to the point of being almost dogmatic.

He caught the look Nomi threw him as she boarded the bus and opened his mouth to say something about it but Khepri had her finger in his chest with fire in his eyes. He tried to ignore the tightness that came to his pants with her standing so close. She smelled of cigarettes and jasmine oil, and the combination was intoxicating. Though his hazel eyes were trained on her mouth, Morris didn't hear a word she said.

'This is not good,' he kept thinking to himself over and over again, nodding his head without knowing exactly what he'd agreed to, but as far as he was concerned it could have been anything. Before he could stop himself, Morris was grabbing her again, his brawny arms tight around her middle as he lifted her slightly off the ground.

"I missed you so much," he whispered, his face buried in her neck. Lips blushing her ear. "Let me take you home," he said as he set her down and was shocked to see her blushing as she stepped away. "Give you a ride, I mean...shit...We could grab a bite to eat." Khepri was laughing by then and Morris felt as foolish as he usually did when talking to beautiful women. Not the feeling he expected to have when speaking to his sister, but he guessed that not growing up together, then seeing her practically naked had confused that "natural" biological response. "I mean if you had plans..."

"Chill bruh," she said, her hand on his face and a smile on her lips. He might have been imagining it but it was bigger than the one she gave that guy from her class. "We need to talk...really talk," she said with a raised eyebrow and he looked away. "There's a diner a couple blocks from my place that serves booze..."

"I don't drink."

"Well I do," she said as she turned towards the bus. Khepri knocked on the window where Nomi was sitting then motioned that she was leaving with Morris before she said, "Happy hour tomorrow," and gave her a thumbs up.

"You just ruined her night," Khepri said to Morris as she dug into her bag and came out with a pack of menthols. She shook one out, lit it, and took a few long drags. "I'm assuming you read my emails?"

"A few."

"I'm not a lesbian but I'm a sucker for needy blondes," she said with a smirk and Morris shook his head.

"Just like Dad," was Morris' quick reply and Khepri laughed so hard she almost choked.

The ride to the diner was tense with Khepri clinging to her brother's back the whole way. It wasn't from fear, this wasn't her first time on the back of a motorcycle. Probably the first time the driver was actually licensed but still that wasn't the source of her tension.

With her body pressed against his, it was increasingly difficult for Khepri to ignore her body's response to his closeness. The smell of his cologne was intoxicating. His clothes did little to hide his heavily muscled core. Even if it did, she still had the memories of his chiseled frame etched in her memory. The desire to feel him on top of her had not gone away now that she knew they were related. Siblings. Albeit half but still related by blood.

It was her idea to stop at her place to park his bike, drop off her back pack, and stow his helmets before they headed over to the diner on foot. She'd seen glimpses of his place in their video chats so Khepri was less than thrilled about showing Morris her tiny basement efficiency. Clean as it may have been, her single window didn't have the same view as his high rise and Khepri felt slightly ashamed at the difference in their lives.

"This is cool," he said of her wall of vintage concert posters and she found herself blushing.

"It's no Dali but I like them," she said with a smirk and Morris sucked his teeth.

"It's just a print."

"On canvas," she said with a raised eyebrow as she tossed her bag onto the kitchen counter/dining room table/desk. "That ain't cheap."

"Yeah well neither were these," he said, leaning into the Woodstock poster to get a better look. "Some of these are original..."

"All of them are," she clarified with a grin as she came up behind him, fighting the urge to touch him. Instead she shoved her hands in her pocket and said, "You wouldn't believe what people consider trash."

With that, Khepri ushered Morris back outside. An elderly man was sitting on the stoop and gave them a nod as they headed up the street, silently assuring her that he would watch the bike while they were gone. The walk to the diner was only three blocks but it felt like an eternity drenched in awkward silence. And awkward wasn't something Khepri was accustomed to feeling, especially when it came to men. Platonic or otherwise, she took pride in her ability to belong where ever she went. Even in jail she made very few enemies with her snarky sense of humor and easy going demeanor.

But still, sitting across a booth from her brother made her surprisingly uneasy. And she had no illusions as to why. She was attracted to him. If they had bumped into each other on the street she would have been into him but there wouldn't be a flirty base to their adult relationship that there was now. There was no way she could just forget about all the dirty things they'd role played online, or the sight of his chiseled chest on her tiny laptop screen. Or the subtly deep conversations they'd had about sex and relationships over the last couple months, conversations they probably wouldn't have had without the possibility of real life intimacy. Conversations that were now ingrained in her memory as deeply as the vision of his half-hard 8 inches.

Now here they were, awkwardly sitting across from each other in a quiet dinner a few blocks from her place and Khepri was at a loss for how to proceed. 'Like a band-aid', she thought as she ran her finger around her screwdriver, lips pulled into a devious grin.

"So we need take care of the big ass elephant in this booth with us Deuce," she said, slowly shifting her dark eyes up to look into his and her smirked a little. "I mean I'm glad you found me...you have to know that...but I'm saying...this..."

"Is weird as fuck," he said with an easy chuckle and Khepri couldn't believe how handsome he'd become. When they were kids, his mother dressed him like he was going on a job interview always and even Khepri teased him about his khaki pants and polo shirts. This muscle bound biker was not the guy she expected her brother to grow into, and as awkward as he claimed to be, he had developed the same easy going demeanor as their father. And her for that matter. "Do we really have to..."

"Well he fact that you keep looking at my tits means we should probably iron a few things out before the nights over," she said and he nearly choked on his apple juice.

It might have been a subconscious thing but Morris couldn't deny that he'd checked her out. It was hard not to with the snug Deadpool t-shirt she wore. Aside from the possibility of it being made for a kid, the neck was torn down enough to reveal the hot pink lace trim of her bra. But it was the tattoo that kept stealing his attention. A thick 80s style rope chain with crowned spade as a medallion, the stem of which rested between her ample breasts. He was just glad she missed all the quick glances to her round hips and heart shaped ass. It was all too much, and for once wasn't all that embarrassed.

"Well I mean you got 'em out there," Morris said with a shrug, and again she blushed but he wasn't done yet. "I know I'm not supposed to look but it's hard not to when I know what's under them jeans." Where the words came from, he wasn't sure but he knew without the bewildered look on her face that what he said was too much. "I'm sorry but it's true KP. Even if we didn't...if you didn't...I probably...maybe..."

"We should have just left the elephant alone," she said with a chuckle as the waitress came back to take their order. Neither of them had looked at the menu but Khepri ordered a grilled chicken sandwich, fries, and a chocolate peanut butter shake. Morris splurged with a double bacon cheeseburger, onion rings, and root beer.

And true to her word Khepri changed the course of their dinner conversation. They focused on filling each other in on their real worlds as opposed to dwelling on their virtual lives. She admitted that their father was very much apart of her life until her last prison stint. He wasn't proud of the decisions she made but he didn't judge her for them.

"He came to see me once a month while I was upstate...kept money on my books. Said your mother wasn't going to stop him from being my dad." That was news to Morris but he wasn't surprised.

"Did he talk about me?"

"Only when I asked," she said, unable to meet his eyes a moment. "But I asked a lot...and I don't think it was because it wasn't proud of you..."

"I know he was proud of me," he said quickly, then dropped his head thinking she might have taken offense but Khepri reached across the table, put her hand on his.

"And so was I...am I...You did good for yourself. Don't be ashamed of being privileged Deuce, or doing the right thing with it. You got your cards and I got mine, not your fault I got a shitty hand."

"Yeah but it didn't have to be that way..."

"If you start talking about the ice cream truck again I'm gonna sock you," she said with those hard eyes again and Morris couldn't help his smirk. "Not for nothing but your mom's a fucking bitch."

It wasn't the first time he heard it and probably wouldn't be the last but still it stung. He knew it was true, he might not have then but he'd been witness to enough of his mother's bratty behavior to know the truth. As a child he believed it was her way of protecting him from the harsh realities of the world. Only as an adult did he realize that protection was really control and he understood why all her relationships were strained. Now that he was completely self-sufficient, Morris made it a point to keep her at arm's length so that his life remained his.

"True as that might be do you have to day it like that...I mean she's still my mom."

The food was coming by then, keeping Khepri from saying exactly what she thought about Morris's mother. She shoved a few fries in her mouth just to be sure, allowing the moment of blinding rage to pass. Morris wasn't as eager and proceeded to arrange his scattered onion rings into a neat little stack that he then filled with a mix of ketchup and stack sauce before dismantling and rebuilding his burger then cutting it into neat little fourths. Khepri watched the whole thing with a sort of wonder before she let out a chuckle and chugged down a bit of her shake.

"I see the OCDs still alive and kicking," she said with a grin. "I remember delighting in ruining your organized little rows of toys," she said, aiming her fork at his onion ring tower.

"Please don't," Morris whispered harshly. "I'm not some scrawny kid anymore KP and I promise you I won't be running to tell Dad," he added with a raised eyebrow and eventually she dropped her fork.

But it wasn't from fear. There was something in that look he gave her. Eyes narrowed, jaws clenched, Khepri couldn't help but be impressed. And a little turned on for that matter. She quickly averted her eyes from his glare, focusing her attention on her own sandwich. They ate mostly in silence after that, stealing the occasional glance as plates slowly emptied.

But eventually things picked back up again as they took a trip down memory lane. Khepri reminded him of the time he saved her from drowning at an amusement park when they were six. They were on a lazy river ride and she fell out of her tube fooling around. Her bathing suit got stuck underneath, keeping her from resurfacing and Morris jumped in to pull her back up.

"You wouldn't let the life guards touch me," she reminded him with a smirk.

"If they were paying attention it wouldn't have happened. We got season passes didn't we?"

"Yeah and Dad got me swimming lessons..."

"I remember they didn't take."

"Because my mom wouldn't take me...she's just as much a bitch as yours."

"Your words not mine," he said with a shrug and Khepri bit her tongue from telling him some of the awful things her own mother had said about him over the years. He was right, it was best to leave their families out of this reunion. They were adults now, with lives of their own, there was no need to drag anybody else's baggage into it.

By then they were done eating and when Morris pulled out his wallet to pay the tab, Khepri didn't put up a fight. Nor did she pull away when he slung his arm around her neck as they made their way to the street. It was nothing romantic, more of a headlock than anything else, but the kiss he planted on the top of her head sent a shiver down her spin that shot straight to her core.

"It was really good to see you KP," he said as she unlocked her door and led him inside.

"You say that like you're scared it's the last time," she said with a smirk, tossing her keys down. "It's not like I can hide but next time maybe give me a call first."

Morris fished his phone out of his pocket immediately and dialed her number. "Or maybe you could call me," he said as the call connected and her phone began to ring. "Anytime KP...really I mean it. As much as you say what happened to you isn't my fault I can't help but feel guilty about it and I do miss you. I know you have other siblings but I'm hoping that you have room for another brother, if not..."

She cut him off with a hug so tight it almost took his breath away and when she finally pulled back there were tears in her eyes. Being the awkward gentleman, Morris reached to wipe them but instead poked her square in the eye with his thumb. "Smooth move Duece, he chastised himself as she broke into laughter and gave him a hard shove towards the door.

"If I can see, I'll text you tomorrow," she said with a smirk, one hand rubbing her eye as the other reached for the door. "Don't forget your helmets."

"You keep the spare, not like anybody else is using it," he said with a sad smile before he headed out the door.

As Morris climbed on his bike and headed for the highway, he couldn't help think how well the evening had gone. Despite the hard-on he'd been sporting most of the night, things hadn't gone half bad. They talked and that's all he wanted. Khepri hadn't shunned him like he expected and he left her place feeling exponentially better about the potential of their renewed relationship, but still the solid column of flesh pressed against his thigh was an issue that the vibrations from his bike didn't help. He thanked God for light traffic on weekday evenings and made it home without braking once.

It was a gift and curse. The effects of seeing her up close had yet to dissipate, in fact he could still smell her on his clothes. Once he pulled off his t-shirt, Morris found himself sitting on the edge of his California king sized bed. With the shirt against his face, he slowly undid his pants and fished out his heavy 9 inches. He knew it was wrong, but her scent wasn't enough and he waddled over to his laptop to pull up their archived conversations. Reading back through the roleplays, he tried his best to maintain the image he held in his mind from before he saw her but that was all but impossible now. Even as he stroked himself, Morris mumbled her name as he drew closer and closer to climax. And eventually words on the screen weren't enough to get him off. She had sent him pictures and against his better judgement Morris scrolled to find them, particularly the one of her bent over. Her thumb tucked into the waistband of her panties, tugging them down to reveal one plump ass cheek with word "Eat" scrolled across it. Wrong as it might have been, his mouth still watered at the sight of it and he could help imagining what she might taste like as he fisted his cock.

"Fuck KP," he mumbled as he shot his load all over his desktop and laptop screen, then broke out into a fit of giggles. The scene was all too familiar and once he cleaned up his mess he scrolled through their chat log to find the picture of the tribute he'd sent her.

"It'd be better if it were actually on my ass," she'd said in return and Morris sent a series of drool emojis that prompted her first video chat invite. That was the beginning of the end and now he didn't know what to do. He could have stayed away but that was easier said than done. Now that he knew it was possible, Morris wanted his sister back in his life. The problem was, he wanted her in his bed too.

Morris was the first thing on her mind when Khepri opened her eyes the next morning. Partly because he'd made an appearance in her dreams, but mostly because she was still floating on the idea of seeing him again. Being alone for so long, she'd gotten used to the solitude. Of course she had friends but there was nothing like family and that was something she hadn't had in a long time. Her phone always came with her to the bathroom so she could catch up on all the social media happenings while she went about her morning routine but Instagram got no play today. No matter how many times she picked it up the 5-inch screen remained unchanged. A blank messenger with his name and number as the header. It wasn't until she got dressed in her dumpy khaki work pants and ill fitting polo shirt that she finally typed in a message.

Last night was a blast...I know it's dumb early but thought you should know. Good morning BTW

At a little before 7 a.m. Khepri didn't expect an immediate response and plugged in her headphones in preparation for her 45 minute commute. A smile came to her lips as she caught glimpse of the helmet he left behind and Khepri shook her head. There was no excuse for the butterflies that flutter around her belly at the thought of him. The stupid little grin, completely unnecessary. This was her brother...her blood brother. Not some new crush. But there was no denying it. The feelings that had developed, even before they began communicating were still very much alive and confusion was not a good enough word to describe her current state of mind. The beep that interrupted her favorite song didn't help matters much.

Good morning back at you. And it's not that early

For someone who doesn't have to be up is it. If I didn't have to work my ass would still be in bed

I don't doubt it but morning is the best time to run

Ughhh that's right your one of those crossfit crazies

Its fun you should try it

They offering smoke breaks now?

Uhh not in my group lol

Then I'll pass

So anyway when are we gettin up again

How bout tonight...wanna be my sober bitch

Not at all but I'm more than willing to be your designated driver

Ehh Tomato Tomahto...be at my place say 7ish?

No problem. Think you'll be able to handle the bike or should I drive?

Umm definitely drive I wanna see that Hellcat

Cool see you later then



Khepri immediately regretted the last message. Her double kiss wasn't special, it was pretty much her signature but given their recent history she thought it might give her brother the wrong message. And the anxiety only heightened as minutes ticked by without a response from him. She started to send him a quick message back but didn't want to be awkward about it so she tucked her phone into her purse and focused on getting into work mode.

She hated her job. Her boss was an asshole, the customers were horrible, and her coworkers got on her last nerve. The call center was not the place for her and she knew it. For months she'd been trying to get into the warehouse but kept getting passed up because she was a woman. And then there was the little problem of her record. In a word, she was stuck but she was determined for it not to be forever. She used her time between calls wisely, scribbling in her notepad . She'd occasionally make up life stories for callers but she mostly just wrote for the sake of writing. That notepad would be her ticket out of not only this job but all menial labor. But nothing was distracting enough to keep her mind off Morris.

After the brief early morning texting with his sister, the rest of his day dragged along. Even though he didn't work a 9 to 5, Morris did well keeping boredom at bay. Working out took up most of his morning, then there was the biweekly consulting video conferences with the media company who'd purchased his app. He'd also enrolled in automotive trade school to help fuel his passion for all things motor. Up until a few weeks ago, Morris would have told you he lived a relatively full life. He traveled, went to concerts and to the theater, granted he was mostly alone for all these things but still he felt no less cultured because of it.

Now it seemed all he could do was count the minutes until he saw Khepri again. And somewhere in the middle of his fourth set on the squat machine, Morris resigned himself to the crush he had on half-sister. There was nothing he could do about. He wouldn't stop seeing her and he couldn't tell her the truth. There wasn't much else he could do.

Well there were a few things but Morris spent the better part of his day convincing himself that those things would not work out well for him. He did spend a good amount of time perving her pictures again. The one of her in a long tank top. Legs drawn up, hinting at the neatly trimmed bush beneath. One strap falling down her shoulder exposing the top of one dark brown areola. Another of her naked, save a pair of thigh high boots, bent over at the waist as if she were zipping them up. Upon further investigation of the latter, Morris found that though her back was too the camera, he could clearly see her reflection in the full length mirror behind her. After he came for the third time, he found himself wondering if he noticed that before. Of course it didn't matter now but still, it was something to think about.

Before he knew it he was scouring all the other pictures she sent, searching for any glimpse of her face before. There wasn't any he could find but that got him thinking about the video chats and how easily she saw him. She said it was his reflection but had he seen hers. So busy teasing his erection that he failed to realize that his own sister was the source. Or had he and simply pushed the thought away? None of that matter now, and all the questioning and second guessing himself was making his head spin.

How Morris came to hacking into her webcam, he wasn't sure. If he were being honest, he didn't realize he was doing it until her apartment popped up onto his laptop screen. He remembered making a note to tell her to close the lid when she wasn't working on it be he Morris couldn't recall passing that information along. He knew it was wrong but couldn't bring himself to cut the feed, simply pushed away from his desk instead. She wasn't home and it was time for him to get ready, so into the shower he went. Hard on and all, but he kept his hands to the business of cleaning up so as not to be late. He dressed casually in a crisp checkered button down and fitted jeans. Unsure of where they were going, Morris opted for a pair of strategically scuffed motorcycle boots.

"You can just shower at my place," he heard Khepri's voice loud and clear and rushed over to his lap to catch a glimpse of her. In his haste, the layout of his apartment slipped his mind. The end table jumped into his path, sending him crashing to the ground as she was strolling past the screen. Even in her Dickie's and Polo, she was still gorgeous and Morris felt his heart skip as he caught a glimpse of her smile as she said, "Not like I ain't seen that ass before. I'm gonna jump in the shower...I will not leave the door unlocked. Be a good girl and I might reward you later. K Babes...see you in a few."

The little pocket of rage that bubbled up in the pit of his stomach was quickly extinguished by the little gender specific word. Regardless of how irrational the feeling, Morris didn't want to be playing second fiddle to some other dude. Having another woman, probably Nomi, might allow him to deflect some of the sexual tension between himself and Khepri.

All rational thought went out of his head when Khepri came and picked up the laptop to bring into her bedroom. It was clear she had no idea he was watching as she flopped down on the bed, her finger dragging along the touchpad a few moments before music blared through the speakers. She clicked through a few playlists before she settled on some obscure hip hop and slid off the bed. His eyes drifted to the clock at the bottom of his screen and a frown came to his lips. A little after six on a Friday, if he wanted to make it to her place by seven he'd have to leave now. All hope of a pre-shower peep show dashed, Morris slammed his laptop shut with a grunt, scooped up his keys on his way out the door.

Khepri sat on the edge of her bed, freshly showered in only her robe. It was nothing special, a short lavender hooded cotton wrap that the belt had long since disappeared. Sitting cross legged as she rolled a fat joint, the robe did little to hide anything except maybe her nipples. It wasn't a sexy pose, but that didn't stop Nomi's eyes from lingering as she moved around in only a towel, in an effort get her own outfit together.

"How about this," she said of the boyfriend jeans and crop top laid out on the bed. Khepri simply shook her head. "Do I really have to wear a skirt? You know how I get when I'm drunk KP."

"That's why I want you in a skirt. Don't worry I'll keep you from getting too loose," Khepri said with a wink as she sealed the paper with a delicate flick of her tongue. "You want to play with me babygirl you gotta play by my rules and I require access at all times."

"Can I at least were panties?"

"Who said anything about panties," was Khepri's smirking reply. She lit the joint a took a long hit before she shift her eyes to Nomi, and gave her a come hither finger. Without hesitation, Nomi dropped down to her knees and pursed her lips. Khepri leaned forward, pressing her full lips to Nomi's pouty mouth and expelled the smoke she'd been holding. Like a good girl, Nomi sucked it all in. "I'll just pull them to the side if I have to."

"But you'd rather I didn't," Nomi said, her alabaster cheeks turning rosy as Khepri held the joint to her lips.

"Well I won't be wearing any."

"You never do," she said with a giggle and Khepri shrugged her shoulders as she sat back, a silent dismissal that Nomi didn't miss. She went back to finding an outfit.

Eventually she dropped her towel, exposing her petite frame, as she went about arranging and rearranging the pieces she brought over. Khepri found herself licking her lips as she watched the woman, but she didn't allow the sight of those perky b-cups to distract her from the fact that it was getting late.

Any other time, she would have simply thrown on anything clean but not tonight. She wanted to impress Morris, to prove that she wasn't some hoodrat. Why that was important to her, Khepri wasn't entirely sure, all she knew was that she wanted to impress him. She pulled out her most expensive shoes, a pair of suede blood red stiletto pumps. Next out of the closet was a black knee length pencil skirt that hugged her curves so tight underwear wear out of the question. She paired the two with a short t-shirt with a high neck line and long lace sleeves that belled at her wrists. The back was lace as well, revealing the elaborate tattoo of flowering mandevilla vines that ran the length of her back.

By the time Khepri was fully dresses, Nomi had finally settled on chevron patterned miniskirt, loose tank top, and simple pumps. Khepri smiled when she noticed her bare ass as the other women bent to riffle through her makeup case and gave her an quick spank to show her approval.

"I feel underdressed," she said with a pout as she gave a little twirl in the mirror.

"Doesn't matter, you're mine for the night anyway. All I care about is what's underneath," Khepri said as she came up behind her, towering over her by at least a foot. She wound a healthy chunk of Nomi's long blonde waves around her fist and pulled her head to the side, exposing her slender neck, while her other hand reached down to pull up her skirt to expose her bare pussy lips. "Do you trust me," she asked huskily and nibbled at her neck as she teased her clit. She chuckled at the moan that came from Nomi but that didn't stop Khepri's exploration and she bit down hard on the tender flesh at her neck.

"Ohhhh god yes KP...I trust you," Nomi moaned as Khepri raised a healthy hicky before pushing her away.

"Good...just checking," was her smirking reply before she popped the finger into her mouth to suck. "Duece should be here any minute now, how bout you make me a drink while we wait," she said with another slap to Nomi's ass before leaving her alone in the bedroom.

Khepri took the laptop with her though, setting it up on the counter just as Nomi sashayed her way into the kitchen and set about making a pitcher of her famous Italian Margaritas. All the ingredients were the same except she swapped out Cointreau for Amaretto and sugared the rim. Busy starting on her next assignment, Khepri barely looked up as her manicured fingers blazed across the keyboard. Nomi was attentive enough to slide an ashtray into her periphery and put a straw in her drink so all Khepri had to do was lean forward. A good girl indeed, even when when the buzzer sounded, Nomi jumped up to answer the door.

"You didn't tell me invited him," Nomi said with a pout as she glanced out the peephole and Khepri sucked her teeth.

"That's the thing about being my bitch Nomi, I ain't gotta tell you shit. Now be a good girl and open the door."

After hearing the exchange through the door, Morris couldn't keep a straight face when it finally opened and he was greeted with the sight of a very pouty Nomi. She didn't say anything, just stepped back to allow him inside and shut the door behind him.

"I know we met before but it wasn't exactly proper. Morris Daniels...everybody but her calls me Mo," he said and stuck out his hand, a playful grin spread across his handsome face.

"Nomi Savio," she said, taking his hand and blushing as he put her knuckles to his lips. "Unfortunately my name's too short to warrant a nickname."

"You mean she hasn't given you one yet," Morris said with a chuckle, shifting his eyes at his sister who looked at him with a raised eyebrow.

"None I'm gonna tell you," Khepri said as she finally got out of her seat and he couldn't help the way his eyes roamed up from her fuck me pumps to linger at her hips then drifted slowly upwards as she made her way over to him. "You don't drink so you must not smoke either," she asked, holding the smoldering joint out to Nomi who took it between her lips without touching it with her fingers.

'This is gonna be a long night,' Morris thought as Khepri put her arms around his neck and pressed her lips to his cheek. He was slow to return the embrace, not because he didn't want it of course. Morris didn't trust how his body would react with those tits against his chest, but she didn't let go until he gave her a hefty squeeze only to step away and immediately began adjusting his outfit. Before he knew it, Khepri had undone the top three and last buttons of his shirt. His sleeves were neatly rolled and cuffed just below his elbows before she squatted down to adjust the way his jeans fell over he boots. Khepri looked up at him, a little grin on her face, and Morris had to bite his lip to keep from groaning at her posture.

"Now you don't look like your mom dressed you," she said with a wink as she stood.

"So where we going," he asked, hoping that no one heard the waver in his voice with his eyes glued to his sister's ass. "If I'm playing chauffer I need to know."

"Ehh chauffeurs can't come inside...or did you forget," was her snarky reply and Morris rolled his eyes.

"We had a driver, not a chauffer."

"What's the difference," Nomi asked with a snort as she flopped down on the sofa and Morris narrowed his eyes at her.

"The hat," he said quickly and both women burst out laughing. "If you ladies are done," he added with a smirk.

"The Pitch and Pine on Broad and South...it's like ten minutes from here," Khepri informed him and Morris immediately got on his phone to plot their course.

"You girls are going to a British Pub for happy hour?"

"We take turns picking the place and apparently there a soccer match on that Armand can't miss," Nomi said with a shrug, like he was supposed to know.

"It's a class thing," Khepri supplied with a smirk. "Armand's from the UK and it's where he goes when he gets homesick..."

"And indulge himself with their international sports channels..."

"That too...it's actually a pretty cool place. Pool tables and dart boards. Mixed crowd and free drinks for designated drivers," Khepri said with a wink at the last.

"I don't need free drinks. Knowing I got you two home safely is enough for me," he said sincerely and both women swooned, but it was Nomi who spoke up.

"I don't know KP, this brother of yours has me thinking about switching sides again"

"Well I don't mind sharing," Khepri said, not meaning to out loud but the booze and pot had eliminated her already loose filter. Her eyes shifted quickly to Morris, who was conveniently looking elsewhere, and smirked. "Don't get all weird. She's just teasing Deuce..."

"Only dicks I take these days are plastic," Nomi said nonchalantly and held the last of the joint up for Khepri to finish.

"Whatever floats your boat. I'm not one to judge," Morris said with a grin and moved to lean on the counter beside his sister steadily clicking away at her laptop. "Homework?"

"Sort of," she said without looking up. The joint perched between her lips. Her hips swaying absently to the music. Khepri could feel both sets of eyes on her as she finished up the paragraph she started before Morris arrived. "Since you ain't one to judge, I might need to bend your ear for this one."

"Bend away," he said with a grin and reached to turn the laptop to face him. Morris leaned in a little, his chin almost on her shoulder, and adjusted the screen ever so slightly.

"It isn't anything yet...just some character stuff..."

"Shhh KP I'm reading," he said with a finger to her lips and Khepri fought the urge to lick her tongue out. Morris slipped his arm around her shoulders as he continued reading and no matter how natural the action seemed, Khepri couldn't help the way her body responded. Back arched slightly, pushing DD cups up a little and her round ass out. A presentation that was little more than instinctual in the presence of a possible suitor.

She wasn't so buzzed that she didn't recognize that Morris shouldn't have struck such a feeling in her. And part of wondered if he recognized the change in her posture, if he was having as much trouble keeping his lust in line now that their relationship had been revealed. As oppressed as his upbringing had been, Khepri had little doubt that he turned those feelings for her off as easily as flipping a switch in his mind. She was off limits to him and he should have been to her, but Khepri always had issues with societal no-no's. Hence her heavily inked body, close cropped hair, and extensive criminal record. She did what she wanted, always, only now in her mature mind was she able to do the math of consequences, allowing her to settle into a life of mild social disobedience. Whether or not he was interested was of little concern to Khepri, she already decided, she wasn't above a little incestuous flirtation. Even a secret tryst wouldn't be out of the question, so long as he was willing.

"You're really good KP...I mean aside from the grammar but that can always be fixed," he said bringing her back to the present with a hand on her back. "It's only eight paragraphs but I already want to know more about this Griff guy."

Khepri smiled at that, unperturbed by his constructive criticism. It wasn't something she hadn't heard before and she was diligently working on improving her grasp of the English language. "In due time young Morris," she said with cheeky grin, finally stepping away from him, and he rolled his eyes. "We can talk about it later...when I'm sober, otherwise I won't retain any of the notes you give me." With that, Khepri reached across the counter to grab her purse, deliberately dragging her breasts along his exposed forearm. "I'm gonna freshen this lipstick and then we can head out," she said as she stood, and Khepri didn't miss the way his eyes darted down to her cleavage.

They filed out of her front door shortly thereafter, and Nomi tucked herself in close to Khepri as they walked the half block to Morris's car. She let out a whistle when he deactivated the alarm and like a perfect gentleman, reached to open the door and flipped the seat up. Nomi jumped in immediately but Khepri took a moment to admire the matte black finish on the body and rims.

"This is mean Duece...what does you're Mom think," she said, finally bending to get into the front seat and he let out a chuckle.

"I don't know why you feel the need to look like some thug," he said mimicking his mother's shrill tone as he too climbed in behind the drivers seat, bringing Khepri to giggles. "She refuses to ride in it, and on the rare occasion that I visit, she makes me park it in the garage so none of the neighbors see." Khepri shook her head at that but Morris simply shrugged.

"Her loss," Nomi said as stretched out on the back seat. "I'm not much into cars but I'm a sucker for supple leather."

"You and me both," Khepri said with a glance at Morris as he brought his beast to life.

With the engine purring and loud speakers, there wasn't much by way of conversation as Morris maneuvered around the busy city streets. Khepri couldn't help notice he took the long way but didn't complain, enjoying the ride. And the looks they got from passersby.

"You have to take me for a ride sometime...for real," she said, leaning over to speak directly into his ear, bringing a grin to his lips before he nodded. "Maybe let me behind the wheel." That got her a snort that brought her to giggles and before long they were pulling into the parking lot behind the bar.

From the windows, Khepri could see the some of her classmates huddled around a high top table in perfect view of one of the many big screen televisions mounted around the bar. There were a few over by the pool tables as well but Khepri and Nomi headed over to the table first. Greetings were exchanged and introduction were made before the two headed over to the bar with Morris following closely behind. Khepri ordered a round of tequila shots for the table and a pair of whiskey sours for her and Nomi. The bartender turned his attention to Morris and smiled.

"What about you DD?"

"You most expensive bottled water please," Morris said with a grin.

"Good choice bro," the bartender said with a smirk and set the bottle on the bar. "Barmaid'll be over with your shots in a minute ladies."

There was always a bit of social anxiety when Morris hung out in groups. Even with his handful of nerdy friends, there was always a bit of uncertainty on how to act, making him the consummate "quiet guy" at any gathering. Being out with Khepri, her classmates, and their friends, Morris expected to assume his usual role in the group of probably 15 or so pre-middleagers. But that wasn't the case at all, and he attributed it to the fact that his sister made it a point to keep him involved in the various conversation beyond the introductions. She filled him in on any inside jokes that came up and didn't abandon him when he stumbled into his usually uncool self. It also helped that a couple of her friends were tech guys who'd heard of him. He wouldn't call them fans but it was nice to have name recognition, and talking shop was as natural to him as walking.

Once he started making friends of his own Khepri went back to what Morris could only assume was her usual behavior. She floated around the bar, cracking jokes and flirting with Nomi hot on her trail. It was clear that some sort of arrangement had been made between the two women but Morris wasn't exactly sure what. If she were being honest during their chats, Khepri considered herself a pansexual who was averse to monogamy so he knew they weren't that. But still they were something with Khepri openly fondling Nomi all night long.

Eventually they made their way to the back to the games and commandeered one of the empty pool tables. It was late by then and all but one of their classmates had called it a night. Armand, the same guy he saw Khepri with when he followed her to class, joined Morris in a game of two-on-two against the girls. Given what he saw of their interaction before, Morris wasn't particularly interested in spending any more time with the man than was necessary. He was almost certain he was trying to get in his sister's pants with his long looks and playful touches, but he got a kick out of watching Khepri bat down his advances with coy smiles. Still Morris did his best to keep his attention away from Armand which wasn't all that difficult with the two women groping and giggling between shots.

It was then he finally noticed the dynamics of Khepri's relationship with Nomi. He might not have been all that experienced in the bedroom but Morris watched great deal of porn and read enough erotica to recognize the signs. They weren't girlfriends, hell they weren't even equals. He hadn't noticed when they were grouped up, but now that they were alone he couldn't help hear the reverence in Nomi's tone when she called Khepri "Miss". The more he thought, the more clues came together. Khepri hadn't paid for a drink all night, nor had Nomi ever actually sat down. When it wasn't her turn to shoot, Nomi held Khepri's cue. For every bad shot, Nomi got a hard slap on the ass or a pinch to her nipple. For every ball she made, Khepri rewarded her with a simple "good girl" and a wink. And no matter what, Nomi's response was the same. "Thank you Miss." Over and over again. The more he watched them the tighter his jeans became and eventually Morris had to excuse himself to go make adjustments.

He was in the stall with his pants around his knees when he heard the door open in shut and Morris sucked his teeth with his hand wrapped around his thick shaft. 'So much for rubbing on out,' he thought as he gave his flared mushroom cap a hard pinch in an effort to kill his erection, all the while listening to the other guy making water in the urinal not six feet away. Focusing on that seemed to help and in no time he was soft enough to tuck himself back into his shorts. He gave the toilet an obligatory flush and headed out to wash his hands, only to run right into Armand as he headed for the sink. There was only two so he had no choice but to stand next to the man and soap up.

"Hey Mo. Enjoying yourself, are you mate? Shame those two are so into each other, otherwise we might have some proper fun tonight," Armand said in his British accent and Morris bit his lip to keep from sucking his teeth at his implication.

"I'm just the sober bitch bro. As far as I'm concerned this is proper fun," he said with a smirk and stepped away from the sink. As he dried his hands, it occurred to Morris that Khepri hadn't said he was her brother when she introduced him to the group. "My good buddy Mo," were her exact words and only now did he find that odd. It was almost like she didn't want anybody to know they were related. It couldn't have been that she was ashamed, otherwise she wouldn't have invited him along. Maybe it was so Morris might make a connection with some of her single friends? She had been talking him up to a curvy Latin woman but his being her brother wouldn't have stopped that woman from being interested in him. There was one conclusion, but he didn't want to jump to it just yet, for fear that he was wrong. And because it was wrong. On so many levels. But still a smile came to his lips as he left that bathroom.

And it only widened when Khepri announced she was ready to go.

"Don't you want to say good bye to your friend," he said and Khepri rolled her eyes as she slipped her arm around Nomi's narrow hips.

"Fuuuuck him," she slurred and Nomi broke into giggles. "That dickhead has been trying to get in my pants all night..."

"You're not wearing pants Miss," Nomi said and Khepri gave her ass a hard slap.

"Shut up bitch, nobody asked you."

"Yes Miss...I'm sorry."

"Not yet but you will be when I'm done with you," was Khepri's husky response as they made their way to the door. Like a gentleman, Morris opened and held the door for them and was treated with a flash of Nomi's ass as Khepri pushed her hand up the back of her skirt. He let out a groan, immediately rock hard again as they made their way to the car.

This time they both piled into the backseat and Morris bit his lip as he listened to the two sloppily locking lips behind him. Halfway down the block he heard the jingle of metal and glanced back to see Khepri slipping a collar around Nomi's slender neck. The grin that came to the petite woman's oval face was priceless as Khepri clipped a leash onto the hot pink collar and pulled Nomi across her lap, yanking her skirt up over her hips.

"One for making eyes with the waitress when you thought I wasn't looking," Khepri said before she delivered a hard slap he was certain left an imprint on Nomi's alabaster skin. "One for getting me the wrong drink. One for spilling your shot on my shoes. And one for making us lose to those to none pool playing muthafuckas." Every offence was punished the same and Nomi thanked Khepri for every blow. Morris had to fight to keep his eyes on the road with the power play going on in his back seat. "Other than that you were a good little cunt for me tonight so I guess I should give you some kind of reward?"

"Please Miss...only if you think I deserve it. I'm at your mercy," Nomi said, and Morris felt his balls draw up a little as he watched Khepri deposit two fingers into her mouth. She slathered them with a good amount of spit before she pulled them out and spread Nomi's cheeks. He knew he shouldn't watch, but he could tear his eyes away from the rearview mirror as Khepri shoved her fingers into Nomi's pussy.

"Light's green," she said with a smirk and Morris shift his eyes up to meet hers, and see the coy grin on her lips. "If you don't cum before we get back to my place you don't cum for the rest of the night," she said to Nomi as she wound the leash around her fist. "You understand me cunt?"

"Yes Miss."

The show she put on, while entertaining, wasn't completely for her own benefit. Despite her heavily intoxicated mind, Khepri was completely aware of her brother's eyes on her all night. Sure he tried to avert them when she caught him staring but there was no mistaking the slight tent in his pants all night. Whether Nomi came in her not or not, Khepri had every intention of fucking her brains out but she had devious intentions and made it impossible for her not to climax.

Morris helped, taking a more roundabout way than before, extending the trip by an extra fifteen minutes. More than enough time for Khepri to flip Nomi ontp her stomach. She looped the leash around the passenger seat's head rest so both her hands were free. And she used them both. One hand gripped Nomi's ass, spreading her cheeks as she dribbled a little spit on her backdoor. She'd eat it later, but she needed just wet enough to shove her thumb inside while she worked three fingers on her other hand in her cunt bring Nomi to babbles and squeals.

By the time Morris pulled up in front of Khepri's tenement, Nomi had come twice. Her face blotchy and red, hair a sweaty mess all over her head from Khepri tugging on it every so often. She giggled breathlessly as Khepri wiped her sloppy hands across her face, smearing her makeup with her own juice before pulling her into a sloppy kiss.

"I could do another lap around the block if you need it," Morris said with a smirk and Khepri pushed hard on the back of his seat. "I'm saying you seem pretty content back there."

"You'd like that wouldn't you," Khepri said with a smirk to match his as she leaned to open the passenger door from the back seat.

"Yeah, well I'm a man first," he muttered as the two scrambled out to the side walk. Khepri handed Nomi her keys and sent her inside before she leaned into the window.

"I assume you had fun tonight," she said with a grin, head tipped a little and Morris rolled his eyes. "Of course you did. I'm off this weekend if you wanted to hang out at a reasonable hour...maybe even try that sober thing you speak of..."

"I said I don't drink. I prefer not to subject myself to seedy mid-grade" was his snarky reply and Khepri raised an eyebrow. "Call me tomorrow and I'll treat you to some high quality."

"Well excuse me if I can't afford a card," she said with rolled eyes, making him laugh.

"Whatever KP...I did have fun tonight, now beat before your girlfriend starts giving me dirty looks again."

"Ahh she'll be fine," she said, though she did stand up and back away from the curb. "Thanks for the ride Duece."

Khepri smiled as she stepped into her apartment to find Nomi in nothing but her pumps, collar and leash as she rolled another joint. All her toys were laid out on the coffee table, along with Nomi's collection, with a fresh tube of flavored lube. Before the night was over, she planned to use it all.

Morris was still rock hard when he made it into his place, but he talked himself out of hacking into Khepri's laptop again. At least for a while anyway. He busied himself on the elliptical machine in his spare bedroom, knocking out a few miles before he jumped into an ice col shower.

But still his ten inches throbbed incessantly, even when he flopped down on the sofa to watch SportsCenter. His dark eyes kept shifting to his laptop on the coffee table where he left it, but still he resisted in favor of a bowl pack of Northern Lights and Cali Kush, which turned out not to be the best of ideas. As soon as the bowl was kicked Morris scooped up his laptop and within a few key strokes was looking into Khepri's apartment.

Her laptop was still on the kitchen counter, offering him a perfect view of the living room where Khepri sat on Nomi's face. Naked from the waist down, her lacey top was pulled up, exposing her red bra and tattooed sides. A joint was perched between her lips as she slowly rocked her hips back and forth. A set of clamps were affixed to Nomi's nipples that Khepri gave a gentle tug, eliciting muffed moans from the bottom. Morris watched with delight as Khepri stood and got naked. When she yanked the leash to pull Nomi up onto her knees and spit in her face, Morris couldn't keep his cock in his pants.

He sat the laptop down and dropped his pants to his ankles, resigning himself to enjoy the taboo of watching his buxom sister use the lithe blond. His first load came as the two 69ed on the living room floor. It wasn't the best angle but the wet sounds their fingers made was enough for Morris to splatter is bare chest with string after string of hot cum. Another came as Khepri straddled Nomi's chest, holding the slender woman's legs back with her thick thighs. Again Nomi's face was buried in her ass while Khepri punched fucked her cunt and attacked her ass in thighs with a hot pink paddle. The sight of Nomi squirting all over Khepri's tights pushed Morris over the edge again but he couldn't pull himself away from the screen. Young and virile, he knew he had another load left and continued to stroke himself as Khepri slipped into a harnessed strap on that had to be every bit of a foot long. She fucked Nomi with reckless abandon, paddling and choking her as she pounded her from behind. But it wasn't until they went ass to ass on a double ended dildo that Morris let loose his last orgasm of the night/early morning.

His legs were like cooked spaghetti as he tried to stand and stumbled to his bedroom. He didn't even bother to clean up, content to wallow in his own filthy desires. Morris slept soundly, without so much as an ounce of guilt for spying on his sister. As far as he was concerned, she invited such voyeurism with her showing off in his back seat. It wasn't as if she didn't know he was watching, their eyes met more than once with his quick glances in the rearview mirror, and every time she wore that coy smile on her matte finished lips. Whether she was intentionally flirting or not, remained to be seen but Morris wouldn't object if Khepri made her advances outright.

Morris awoke sometime in the mid-morning hours with the sheets stuck to his chest and his empty balls aching. Had his phone not been vibrating he might have gone back to sleep but he could tell by the cadence that it was Khepri and he nearly fell out of bed to retrieve it. A text and he read it immediately.

[we still hanging out little bro]

[Don't call me that...how was the rest of your night]

[In a word...wet...don't change the subject]

[I'm surprised you even awake]

[Aren't you?]

[Barely...give me like an hour and I'll come get you]

[No you don't have to...just text me your address]

Morris did as she asked and dragged himself out of bed while he awaited her response. It wouldn't take her long to realize that there was no bus to his neck of the woods. There was a commuter rail station a short ride from his complex that he was sure Khepri was savvy enough to get to and within a few minutes he was proven right.

Google maps had been Khepri's best friend for a while now and within a matter of minutes she had directions to her brother's posh gated community. She let out a whistle as she scrolled through the pictures of the place before she even looked at the train schedule. It was a yuppie oasis with two high rises for the singles crowd and three story townhouses for the young families just outside the city. The amenities listed on the website were ridiculous to say the least with an onsite dog park, rooftop bar, fitness center, and spa. They never talked about money but she imagined her long lost brother had done pretty well for himself if he could afford a place at Pine Grove Manor without a steady 9 to 5.

And she wasn't the least bit bitter about it. Khepri felt nothing but pride of what her brother had made of himself. That didn't mean she wouldn't tease him for it.

[what happened they didn't have any estates available when you went house hunting]

[Ehhh I don't need that much space...the covered garage is enough for me]

[Whatever Daddy Warbucks I'm headed to the station now for the 11 should get me to you by noon]

[Sweet...bring your laptop so you can pick my brain...or bend my ear...or whatever you said]

[I think it was the second one. That sounds like me. You gonna let me behind the wheel today]

[]

[pretty pretty please]

There was no response to that and Khepri tucked her phone away with a pout as she boarded the train. The ride was quicker than she thought and the train was pretty empty, allowing her to stretch out a little in three-seater for the entire trip. She rode with her headphones on, the grin she'd been sporting when Nomi woke her with breakfast in bed still plastered across her face. Only now it was for Morris, brother or not, she was excited to spend some alone time with him. To get to know him as an adult, even packed an extra pair of leggings and a tank top just in case spending the day turned into an impromptu sleepover.

In separate beds of course, or so she told herself. Her night with Nomi hadn't shaken her desire to see what Morris was packing. Up close and personal. It didn't help that she'd basically memorized the roles they played. The orc warrior and the elf maiden. The demanding boss and her foolhardy assistant. The ancient vampire and the vampire huntress. Then there was their take on Pretty Woman, though Khepri much preferred the classic play by George Bernard Shaw. In their version, Khepri played a stripper and Morris a wealthy businessman who fell in love after a few trips to the Champagne Room. They'd spent the most time on that thread and Khepri wasn't so dim not to realize that it was "the art imitating life" aspect of the role that she enjoyed the most.

Even if they only shared vague details about their life, Khepri could tell by the way he wrote "EroticGamer" was far more educated than her. And she had been a stripper once upon a time. But in that role she felt they connected the most. It was the reason she gave him her real gmail in the first place. The other roles were figments of their very active, very dirty, imaginations. To her, "Be My Girl" was true to life.

Khepri was rereading it when the train finally pulled into her station and she rushed to be the first passenger out of the doors. Nearly ran across the platform, barreling through families to get to the stairs. She only slowed down when she saw him, sitting on the hood of his car in the pick up lane. He was only in sweats and a t-shirt but her eyes were drawn to his sneakers. Limited edition Retro Jordan 5s. Whether it was appropriate or not, Khepri fell in love with her little brother as she watched him scroll through his phone. She took out her own to send an arrival text. And watch his reaction.

[Hope you're ready for some hardcore bonding]

He sat up straight, a broad smile came to his lips as he read her message. Khepri watched as his thumb swiped furiously across the screen while his other hand brushed gently over his head. He was just as nervous as her and it took him forever to send his response.

[Hope you're ready to drive...I've got a few errands and paybacks a bitch]

That's when she knew. He felt it too, that naughty itch to touch, but Khepri was almost certain he was too much a pussy to do anything about it.

"That's what big sister's are for," she mutter to herself as she pushed open the door.

Morris looked up just in time to catch her coming outside. Her outfit was way more relaxed than the night before, even the one he first saw her in. She wasn't wearing any make up and her breast were "appropriately" covered in a cropped Jimi Hendrix t-shirt that hung off one shoulder beneath a oversized cardigan. Her black jeans were torn at the knees and hugged legs as if they were painted on but Morris was more interested in what was on her feet. All black Jordan Retro 4s.

"I don't have those," he said with a grin, his arms spread wide and Khepri smiled back as she stepped into his embrace.

"I was just going to say that to you," she said with her face against his chest, arms tight around his middle. He didn't let go until she did, content to have his half-hard cock pressed against her thigh until she pulled away. "So, what of these errands you speak of? I thought we were hanging out today."

"Nothing major," he said with a shrug as she headed around to the driver's side and tossed her bag in the backseat. "The usual stuff. Dry cleaning. Groceries. Regular Saturday morning stuff. Everything's in the GPS so have at it."

After a few adjustments to the seat, and the radio, Khepri pulled away from the curb and Morris was surprised by her conservative driving style. The first stop was to the dry cleaners and Morris returned to find Khepri sitting on the curb having a smoke. He crept up behind her and lean down to flick her ear like she used to do him when they were kids, but Khepri was faster. She caught his hand and bent his fingers back with a grin.

"I went to jail twice Deuce," she said as she stood and flicked her cigarette away without letting go his hand. "You, computer boy, will never get the drop on me," she added with a raised eyebrow and Morris shrugged his shoulders.

He chose not to tell her just how wrong she was about that, instead, offering her this. "You can smoke in the car if you want."

"Nah, I wouldn't want to mess up that new car smell..."

"I think you ruined that last night with your girlfriend," he said with a smirk and Khepri gave him a playful shove as they got back in the car. "I know, I know she's not your girlfriend," he said at the same time she did, making her burst into giggles.

It was an almost perfect segue to the "relationship" talk as they made their way to grocery store and it was more frank than the one they had online. Morris was honest about his lack of social skills and she was surprisingly gentle, even as she called him a pussy. "Have you seen yourself," she said, without taking her eyes off the road. "Smart, wealthy...family situation leaves a little to be desired but hey you can't win 'em all. Grow some balls and go after what you want."

"It's not that simple KP...I mean...You're just like Dad," he said, fidgeting nervously in the passenger seat and Khepri rolled her eyes. "It's true. Nothing phased him and I wish I had a little bit of that...and that charm. Nomi and the Brit weren't the only ones who wanted a piece of you last night."

Khepri found herself blushing at her brother's compliments even as she shrugged her shoulders, coasting towards a red light. "Well can't be broke and insecure, now can I?" He rolled his eyes at that and Khepri reached over to give his thigh a consoling rub. "I know it's not that simple Deuce but have no fear big sis is here. I'll take care of you baby brother don't you worry," she said with a wink before turning her attention back to the road.

It wasn't until she pulled into the parking lot at the grocery store that Khepri realized she'd driven the rest of the way with her hand on his thigh. And Morris didn't say a word about her long slender fingers drawing smooth circles along his inner thigh as she maneuvered his car with one hand on the wheel. She started to apologize, but when she open her mouth, Khepri noticed the slight bulge in his sweatpants and smiled instead. "So, you know this place is bullshit right," she said of the health food superstore. "It's just a ploy to charge hipsters and reformed hippies three times market cost because of some fancy packaging. You should buy locally."

"When's the last time you been to a farmer's market KP," Morris scoffed as he got out the car.

"Wooooow, judge much. There's one a few block from my place. Quality produce is the only good thing about being gentrified."

"Well you'll have to show me sometime."

Khepri promised she would, and the sisterly advice didn't stop there. She had a comment for everything he put in his cart, from the organic gluten free pasta ("Do you have celiac disease? No...then eat real pasta, just get whole grain...better yet make it yourself") to the powdered super food supplements ("Do you really need 2000mg of spirulina? Your body can't process all that. All you're making is expensive piss). By the time they got to checkout she was rolling her eyes at the fact that Morris didn't have reusable bags and insisted that he buy a few to save a few trees from slaughter.

"Not a first date I take it," the bubbly cashier with pastel purple hair and gauges in her ears said. Morris let out a snort and shook his head.

"He wishes," Khepri teased and Morris furrowed his brow a moment before he swiped his black card. "Scratch that...I wish."

"Just get the bags," he said through clenched jaws, but Khepri only laughed and the cashier joined in before wishing them a good weekend.

Morris didn't stick around long enough to hear it. By the time Khepri looked up, he was halfway across the parking lot but she wasn't about to run to catch him. He may not have gotten his charm, but Morris had their father's temper. Khepri had it too, but she had long since learned to keep it in check. She didn't say anything as she crept up behind him with the cart in tow. His keys still in her possession, she popped the trunk and started loading up the bags without mentioning his lack of assistance. Before she knew it, Morris was snatching the keys out of her hand and jumping into the driver's seat.

The rode in tense silence all the way back to his "complex". It wasn't until they pulled up to the guard house that Morris even acknowledge her presence. "Grab your ID," he grumbled and Khepri jumped a little, startled by his tone, before she climbed half into the backseat to get her wallet.

"Afternoon Mr. Daniels..."

"Please Jeremy, call me Morris. Don't feel right you calling me Mr. when you're twice my age."

"Rules are rules Mr. Daniels but I appreciate the sentiment. What can I do for you?"

"Can you put her on my approved guest list please," he said politely, as he handed over Khepri's license.

"Sure thing. Just stop by the office to pick up the pass."

"Thanks Jeremy...have a good one."

"You too, Mr. Daniels...oh and my daughter sends her thanks for that laptop..."

"Ehhh don't mention it. Can't go off to your freshman year without a computer," he said with a smile before he pulled off.

They made another stop at the office where Morris barely spoke to her while they did everything but run her fingerprints and do a full cavity search before Khepri was awarded a visitor's pass with full access to all the facilities. By the time the got back in the car, Khepri had had enough of the silent treatment.

"The fuck is your problem Duece?"

Morris didn't have an answer for that, not one he was willing to share anyway, so he kept his mouth shut as he wound his way through the residents lot. It would take him eight minutes to get to the 21st floor, eight minutes to think of something that wouldn't make him sound like a complete perv.

But what else could he be, when he'd spent half the morning looking at his sister's scantily clad pictures. Rereading the role plays they wrote together. The fact that he hadn't beat off was his one saving grace, or so he told himself. Lust wasn't his problem, Morris was smart enough, evolved enough, that he could switch that base instinct to off with the quickness. Love though, love wasn't so easy.

And the way she looked at him, even now, with her lips pulled tight and arms folded across her chest, Morris knew she felt it too. But with all her teasing, he couldn't help but think she was just screwing with him. Khepri wasn't the type of woman to get stuck on something she couldn't have, but Morris had seen enough of her at the bar to know that she got a kick out of toying with those who looked a little too long, a little too hard. He didn't want to be a casualty of her flirting, he didn't think he could take it.

By the time he finally parked, his shirt was drenched in sweat. Khepri was still looking daggers at him, but he still hadn't figured out what to say, simply got out of the car and hoped she followed. She may have dragged her feet and mumbled a few curses but Khepri was there to hold the door for him as he wrangled all his new reusable bags. He had to admit, it was easier with than the usual paper with their longer straps and square shape. Her glare softened a little when they got to his door and Morris nodded for her to use her new key. Full access meant exactly that. If she ever came to visit again, she wouldn't need to be buzzed in from the gate, nor would she have to check in at the front desk.

"All the privileges of a resident and none of the bills," Morris said as he passed her to drop the bags in the kitchen. As much as he wanted to leave them, his mild OCD wouldn't allow it so he very quickly set about putting everything away. It wasn't until he was done that Morris realized Khepri hadn't moved from the door. Her face torn somewhere between a scowl and smirk as her eyes slowly drifted around the open living/dining/kitchen area. One hand clutched the strap of her bag while the other fiddled with the tattered end of her cardigan. He almost couldn't believe it, she was nervous, and he didn't like it either. "Look KP, I'm sorry...it's just...it's not that I don't want you here," he said as he crossed the Brazilian teak floors and her eyes turned back to fury.

"The fuck is that supposed to mean Morris?!? You act like I'm the one who stalked your life and showed up on your doorstep like some kinda sad puppy..."

"To be fair it wasn't your doorstep," he said, reaching for the panel on the wall behind her. With a few swipes at the touch screen, the roman blinds built into the double paned windows slid open to reveal the terrace and the impressive view beyond. "I figured that might have been pushing it..."

"Don't fuck with me Morris..."

"What?! Like you been fucking with Khepri...got me chauffeuring you and your girlfriend around and shit claiming you want to hang out with me but you barely spent any time with me..."

"And that's my fault?! You could have said no...nobody put a gun to your head..."

"When have I ever been able to say no to you Khepri...WHEN?!" Morris shocked himself with that last bit, but he was even more shocked at the sight of her flinching away from him. There were tears in her eyes as she glanced at the door, measuring the distance, he could tell. The last thing he wanted was for her to leave, and against his better judgement he took a step forward. When she didn't move, Morris took a long deep breathe. "I didn't mean...I'm sorry...I don't want you to leave, really I don't," he said, his voice quiet and even as he slowly raised his hand to slip her bag off her shoulder. "It's just...this whole situation got me all fucked up. I'm not used to all this socializing to start with and then...how we found each other...I'm just...I don't know...I just feel like...the other night at the bar you called me your friend and then today with that cashier. You didn't correct her assumption...I just feel like...you're ashamed of me...like you don't want people to know I'm your brother."

"It's definitely not because I'm ashamed of you," she said, finally looking up at him. Morris reached to wipe her running nose with his thumb, making her laugh a little before she let out a long sigh.

She opened her mouth again, Morris could see her lips moving but all he heard was what she'd just said. "It's definitely not because I'm ashamed of you." He must have flipped it around a hundred times, trying to decipher the meaning between those words, all the while edging closer to her. Whether she noticed on not, Morris didn't care. He'd made his decision, no matter how terrible it might be. He took her advice and went after what he wanted. Morris took a deep breath, closed his eyes, leaned in, and kissed his sister full on the mouth.

She thought he might kiss her, as soon as he crossed the room. But when he didn't, Khepri chalked that anxiety up to her own confused emotions towards her brother. She was prepared to move on as if she hadn't been dreaming about what he might feel like buried between her, whether or not he was as good in bed as the characters he wrote.

Needless to say, she was shocked when his lips touched hers. It was tentative at first, as if he was testing the waters. Then she moaned and it seemed all the nervous energy flooded out of him. The embrace turned urgent, hungry even, and before she knew it his hands were on her ass and her feet were off the ground. She couldn't believe how strong he was, how soft his lips were, how good he smelled despite his damp t-shirt. Worst of all, she couldn't believe the lack of pause. From either of them. As soon as her lips parted, Morris pushed in his tongue and Khepri sucked it like she had fantasized she would his cock if given the chance. There was no turning back now, she'd told herself that she wouldn't press, that she would allow him to take the lead. The problem with that was she never though her timid, socially awkward, baby brother would cross that line. Not in a million years. And that alone had the crotch of her jeans moist with desire.

"I can't stop thinking about you KP," he mumbled against her lips as her pressed her back against the wall. One hand on her ass, while the other worked to untie her shoes at his back. "I know this is wrong..."

"Shhhh," she said with her lips pressed against his as she toed her shoes off and Morris impressed her further by doing the same without letting her down. "Let's just see where it goes."

"To my bed...the couch...the kitchen counter," he said between kisses as he worked his hand up her back to unhook her bra.

"All of that huh," she said with a giggle, at his words and his fumbling at the clasp of her bra. That was the inexperience she had expected but still it didn't stop her from reaching back and offering her assistance. "And yet you've shown me none of it," she said with a grin as she wiggled out of her cardigan. It was his turn to laugh and Khepri kissed his smiling lips. "No wonder you catch no pussy..."

"I'm bout to catch yours though right?"

"Ehhh I'm your sister so it doesn't count," she said before she could stop herself and she was almost certain that would be the end of this little misstep, but she was wrong.

Morris rolled his eyes and let her legs back down to the floor, but grabbed her hand to lead her around his spacious apartment. It was definitely a bachelor pad with an overlarge U shaped sectional in black leather dominating the living room and an enormous entertainment center where his dinning room table probably should have been. When he showed her the guest room she was surprised to see a sturdy sleigh bed with upholstered head and foot board. Still it was black to match all the accessories in the guest bathroom.

His own bedroom seemed to be the only place he put any thought into decorating. The bed was huge, and low to the ground, with a padded headboard that went halfway up the wall. All the furniture was chocolate brown to contrast with the soft teal walls and all his bedding followed the same color scheme. There was a suede chaise in the corner, in front of the windows, and Khepri immediately recognized the setup. That's where he was the first time she saw his face and she couldn't hold her smirk when she realized his reflection came from the floor to ceiling windows and not a television. The master bathroom was just as exquisite with a jacuzzi bathtub, double sinks, and stand up shower with multiple heads. There were two walk-in closets, the larger of which he'd converted to an office of sorts. The two rooms alone were the same size as her entire apartment and Khepri couldn't help but be a little jealous, especially when she got a peek at his collection of sneakers.

"Damn Mo...must be nice," she said absently as she surveyed the neatly stack clear plastic shoe boxes that filled the other closet. There were a few garment bags too, which she was sure contained suits, but Khepri didn't care about those. "Some of these ain't even out yet."

"I know a guy," he said with a shrug and Khepri sucked her teeth. "What are you? Eight and a half? Make a list..."

"You don't have to do that Morris."

"You're right I don't but you have to stop calling me that," he said, brow furrowed making Khepri laugh a little.

"What...Morris...why?"

"Sounds weird coming from you," he said and slipped his hand back into hers. He pulled her close, his hands slipped easily around her waist and smiled. "Regardless of whatever this is we got going on, I'm gonna do stuff for you...and not because I feel bad for how different our lives are, but because you're my sister and I love you."

She kissed him then, but it wasn't as passionate as the first. A simple pressing of her lips to his but there were tears in her eyes again as she pulled away. And again he wiped her tears. He leaned in for more but her grumbling stomach stopped him and they both burst into laughter.

"I love you too but I think it's time for lunch," she said, taking his hand and pulling him to the kitchen. Khepri sat him down at the counter before you went rummaging around in his cupboards. "Just relax. I promise I'll put everything back the way I found it," she said with a wink as she started pulling stuff out.

Morris wasn't all that interested in eating, nor did he want to watch Khepri mess up his well organized kitchen. His palms were already itching when she dove into his appliance cabinet, shifting and moving things around, all the while muttering to herself. The whole process was giving him anxiety with cabinet doors left open as she gathered up pans and foodstuff to lay out on the counter before him. When she started digging in his refrigerator, his throat started to itching and she turned to look at him with a smirk on her face as he repeated cleared it.

"This killin' you ain't it," she said, shaking her head as she moved around the kitchen kicking doors shut. "I swear I'll clean it all up..."

"It's not about that," he said with a heavy sigh and pressed his forehead to the cool granite countertop. Morris counted to ten before he began the 4-7-8 breathing exercises he learned at a seminar in college. Eye closed, hand on his stomach, he breathed deeply until the pressure behind his eyes subsided. His eyes opened to find Khepri staring at him with her face full of concern.

"It's worse isn't it," she said, reaching across the counter to put her hand on his.

"It's definitely not better," was his snorting reply as he lifted her hand, pressed his lips to his palm. "But it's not because of you...I mean it is but it's not your fault so don't look at me like that. I'll just excuse myself until you're done," he said with a smile and though she didn't return it, Khepri stroked his face a moment with her fingertip before she let out a sigh. "Really I'm good KP...nothing a little purple won't fix," he added with a wink before kissing her palm and sliding out of the stool.

One good thing about the rise in his anxiety level was that it killed the erection he'd been sporting all afternoon. By the time he stripped down to jump into the shower, Morris had a wet noodle dangling between his legs and the soreness in his groin had subsided. Still his palms itched, but he chalked that up to the "wrongness" of what they had done. He could her his mother chastising him as he dipped under the cold spray and shook his head. For the first time, in a long time, he really didn't give a shit what she thought. It had been months since he subjected himself to her presence and Morris had no intention of drowning himself in her stifling embrace until it was absolutely necessary. The holidays were months away but now he had a convenient excuse to avoid that assuredly tense situation.

The shower worked wonders and the monotony of rolling a few blunts only furthered his relaxation. The aroma of grilled buttered bread had his mouth watering and Morris took in a long deep breath as he forced himself up. Part of him was glad for the break provided by her grumbling stomach. It allowed him to really think about the repercussions of actually bedding his sister. While he had no illusions of a happily ever after with Khepri, they both deserved to have a little fun in the mean time. And even if things didn't go further than that kiss, they could always be the support system they both desperately needed.

"I hope you're hungry," she said with a grin as he reclaimed his seat at the counter. Two plates were already made and even though they both had the same salad and sandwich, Morris's distinctly neater. The grilled chicken on whole grain ciabatta was cut into fours with all the fixings contained in each little square. His salad was chopped with all the ingredients in uniform bite sized pieces. There was even a coaster under his glass of iced tea. The panini press was already clean, the cord wrapped neatly around the legs, and the stove was just as pristine as when he left it. All the counters were clean and as his eyes scanned the room, he could find nothing out of place. Not a stray crumb on the floor or a cabinet open. It was almost like he'd done it himself.

"I wasn't until now...thanks for this...all of this," he said and her smile widened. "Come on eat. We'll talk and figure all this out."