Breaking Code (Bevatoria and AnyOtherName)

[Bevatoria]

When he got in a zone like this, the words appearing on the screen seemingly faster then he could type them, he often forgot how long he'd been awake for, or leaning forward in his desk chair, eyes peering at the screen, fingers clattering at the keyboard as his ideas and thoughts quickly took tangible form. As tangible as one could get without being an artist, anyways, or in possession of a machine that could translate the random wanderings of one mind into something believable and recognizable on a digital screen. He certainly didn't have anything resembling the latter of the two items. But as Seth Coste worked unabated, the man was certainly reminded of the fact that he certainly worked with something - or someone - that was very much the former. A great artist, who was probably better then him at putting thoughts into visual form.

What really mattered was the end result. Not how one got there. And their end results were certainly better when they worked together, as they had in pretty much all things since Seth had fired off an email to his partner, Edgar, well over ten years when his friend had started a burgeoning webcomic. What had started with a few small suggestions as to how to tweak the wording of a few strips had turned into a proposed rewrite of the entire theme and direction of the comic.

I don't expect you to take this at face value. But know this: even if the comic is your vision, you could do with someone else working with you, writing it with you, if not for you. At least let me give you a few pointers.

A few pointers had evolved into a partnership, which had transformed a tiny webcomic into a relative titan in gaming culture. No longer a solo operation masterminded out of a cramped basement suite, Code had grown into a small company of about ten people, over seen by the writer and artist behind the webcomic. Their roles had grown, too. Seth had filtered out writing responsibilities for the comic itself - which wasn't exactly a linear progression anyways - even as he had more then his fair share as to what went up on the strips every three or four days, still getting in more then his share. Edgar still do more of the drawing, happy to leave the business and networking to Seth even as his role in Code's growing influence in gaming culture, convention events, and charity work.

They'd lived together for years, a necessity when Code had just been the two of them writing strips and commenting on games and issues affecting geeks. Now, although the company now had its own small office building far away from the hubbub of downtown, the two of them still lived together.

Kind of.

The half duplex they had rented out at one point was now theirs, and they owned both halves. Seth lived in one half, and Edgar in the other, and they had keys to each others' places and came and went as they pleased, often gaming together, eating breakfast if they weren't in the office yet, and had even tried working out before they'd quickly realized their differences in their exercise styles. For as many things as they understood about each other, there were things Seth was convinced he'd never get about Edgar.

One of those things was his uncanny ability to sneak up on him when he was working, and that it drove him nuts.

"What's that?"

Thankfully, it had happened enough to Seth over the years that it no longer caused him to lose his shit; he only tensed a bit, shaking his head. "Nothing. I'm not sure yet, I mean." He responded quickly. "Just...I was going to bring it up at a staff meeting today for some input." He stood up out of his desk chair, stretching his arms and bending his back a bit as he turned to see his partner. "An outside project, if you will."

"Mmmhmm." said Edgar, noticeably distracted. "You mean you're going to come in today?"

Seth smiled. "What's that supposed to mean?" He walked out of the room, intending to grab a water, opening a cupboard door as Edgar answered.

"Well, Tyler was saying something about how we interfere with him running the office efficiently..." Tyler was their office manager, and the one who'd take over the Code were something to happen to Seth and Edgar. But the amiable twenty seven year old was happy to stay out of the spotlight, and, as he put it, 'to leave handling the screw ups to you fucktards.'

A sigh escaped him as Seth grabbed a glass, putting it under his tap to fill it with water. "We really need to fire that jackass." He tilted his glass to Edgar, offering him one, but his partner shook his head.

"Or double his pay." Edgar flopped down on a nearby couch, and sensing his mood, Seth settled in a chair nearby.

"So. What did you want to talk about?" The fact Edgar had texted him earlier that morning, combined with them not talking about it at the office, meant that it was probably something personal.

Although what it could be, Seth had no idea, and leaned in as Edgar answered...

 

[AnyOtherName]

"I have a favor to ask of you," Edgar began. A short pause followed, the man thoughtful of the implications that came with the request. He had considered it all for several days; whether he was selfish for asking, if it was too much of a burden to put upon his best friend and business partner...and whether or not it was, in general, a good idea. The answers he came up with were: yes, yes, and probably not. Still. Here he was, only half a day from the deadline, desperate to find himself an out.

"...You remember my sister?" he asked with attempted casualness. Seth and Kira had only met once, at Edgar's college graduation; the girl had been 12 years old at the time. It being 9 years later, Edgar couldn't even remember if the two had directly spoken to each other. "She's coming for a visit. Or. Well. I guess she is coming to stay. With me. A month ago she called and she's having a difficult time adjusting to life after college and all the bills that come with it... I agreed to let her live at my place while she finds a job and gets on her feet. Only problem is..." Edgar straightened his posture and took a deep breath. "Well. I didn't expect for Victoria and I to get so serious." Victoria, Edgar's girlfriend of two years, moved into his place just within the last week. A story in itself, certainly, but one that won't be told here. "...I know it makes me a jackass, but... I just don't want my little sister gumming up the works, you know?"

No doubt Seth could see where this was going; Edgar gave him a moment to sink it all in before he made the request official.

"Do you think...possibly...that Kira could stay with you?" Before Seth had the opportunity to accept or deny Edgar hastily added: "I'll pay half of your living expenses while she's here, of course, and if there are any problems I could certainly take her in, instead. ...If all goes well, I can't imagine she'd need to stay more than a couple weeks...or maybe a month..."

Edgar knew that Seth would agree to help him out. Whether he'd happily accept the situation right away or make Edgar grovel a little more was hard to say; but, in the end, there was no real doubt that his friend would take on the burden. Once that was sorted away Edgar moved on to the details. The most important of which being the timing of Kira's arrival, set for that very evening. She'd be in late, too late for Edgar to plan a dinner for everyone - he offered instead to pick her up at the airport and let her in to Seth's house if he didn't want to stay up waiting.

When their conversation on the matter was coming to a close Edgar felt compelled to add (in a joking tone): "Just...don't sleep with my sister, okay?" He laughed. It was absurd, right? Seth was 30, Kira was 21... His best friend didn't need to be told not to...

Edgar's expression suddenly became serious. "But. Really. Don't sleep with my sister."

It wasn't that he didn't trust Seth (a sentiment he would explain to his friend later in the day). He knew the man wouldn't try to snake his way into Kira's pants. But... Seth was a very handsome man; one would have to be blind or in denial not to see that. And Kira? Despite being in fairly steady contact with his younger sibling, the age difference and sheer distance between them made it hard to really know her. Or, at least, to know her tastes and sexual habits. She was young, and probably a bit naïve or idealistic, and what if she tried to...

You have to stop worrying about this! Seth gave you his word; nothing is going to happen.

============

Meanwhile... Approximately 2,000 Miles Away

"Do you think this will be enough?"

Unbeknownst to her brother, Kira Maxwell was already undermining his authority as her keeper. Presently she was thumbing through the gallery of her phone, which contained half a dozen photo sessions of the girl in various sets of lingerie.

"I think they are all completely unnecessary," responded her friend. "Though I will admit it was fun taking the pictures for you... I'm having a hard time imagining what kind of guy wouldn't immediately jump between the sheets at even the slightest indication of your interest."

Kira glanced up from the dull glow of her screen. "D'aww, thanks pal! But... I suspect Seth will be a little more difficult to catch than some random frat boy."

"Because he's mature? ...Or because he is so close to Eddie?"

Kira shrugged.

"...Maybe...it isn't such a great idea to try to sleep with your brother's business partner. I mean...what if the fallout affected their relationship?"

Full lips tugged downwards at the corners. "...I'm selfish, aren't I?" She paused for several long moments. "Maybe it all makes me a terrible person... But ever since I saw Seth... Gods! He is all I've wanted ever since I realized that I have wants."

"He might not be worth the trouble. What if he is a total asshole?"

"He isn't an asshole. Totally worth!"

"You don't know! You said so yourself, you barely even spoke to him...what...a decade ago?"

"Nine years. And, you know, I keep up on his writing, and I can tell that--"

"Pfft!"

"Oh, piss off!" Kira responded with a laugh. "Maybe we should talk about your last boyfriend and what a fucking great idea that was..."

"Or maybe I should just drive your ass to the airport and be rid of you."

"Or, yeah...that."

The girls shared in a warm embrace. "I'm going to miss you."

"I'll miss you, too."

"Keep me posted on this totally terrible thing that you're doing."

"I will."

"...Hope he likes the pictures well enough to fuck you."

"Right?"

 

[Bevatoria]

"I have a favor to ask of you."

As his partner/friend (the two competing halves of him having long merged into one, to the point where Seth didn't really call Edgar either one when talking to people) began, Seth was pondering whether any good sequence of events had started with those words in human history. He appreciated the fact Edgar was asking him, but the fact he was meant it was something that he thought Seth would say 'no' to, or he would've just come out and said it.

"...You remember my sister?"

That caused Seth to lean back and frown in thought. To say he didn't remember Kira would be an exaggeration, but it was safe to say that his thoughts didn't exactly dwell on Edgar's immediate family members. His relationship with his own siblings were strained at times, and it took him a moment to materialize a half clear pictures in his head. "Not offhand." An honest answer, as the only time the two had interacted was at their graduation when he'd been stuck alone with her and trying to make conversation with a twelve year old.

"She's coming for a visit. Or. Well. I guess she is coming to stay. With me. A month ago she called and she's having a difficult time adjusting to life after college and all the bills that come with it..." Seth rolled his eyes a bit even as he could sympathize with the sudden jump in responsibilities that college often brought. "I agreed to let her live at my place while she finds a job and gets on her feet. Only problem is..."

At this point, he'd started to put the pieces together, and his gaze fully fell on his friend when he finished.

"Well. I didn't expect for Victoria and I to get so serious....I know it makes me a jackass, but... I just don't want my little sister gumming up the works, you know?"

"No more of a jackass then usual." smiled Seth, although he knew their usual banter wouldn't play right now. Still, it was an attempt to bring levity to the conversation, or at least make Edgar understand that this wasn't going to be a huge deal to ask the inevitable.

"Do you think...possibly...that Kira could stay with you?" Seth wasn't going to respond that quick anyways, but Edgar quickly pressed on; his nervousness and eagrness to offset the expenses betraying how much he wanted this to happen. "I'll pay half of your living expenses while she's here, of course, and if there are any problems I could certainly take her in, instead. ...If all goes well, I can't imagine she'd need to stay more than a couple weeks...or maybe a month..."

The last part was muttered quietly, but Seth still caught it. This was the part in a business deal where he'd try to extract more; if Kira was going to be home a lot she could end up taking more then half the expenses. But this wasn't just a business relationship; the line between friend and partner having been blurred long ago. He didn't love him, exactly, but the bond between them was some amalgamation of brothers and best friends. So he nodded. "Relax. I've got a spare room, she can take it for a month or so..." A beat passed. "So when's she coming in?"

She was coming in late, it turned out. Really, really late to the point where a bemused expression came on Seth's face when he realized that he probably wasn't going to be able to stay up to see here. It wasn't out of common courtesy or anything, he just wanted to have some idea of who it was that was going to be sharing his living arrangements for the next few weeks.

If she turned out to be some crazy college coed, well, he could always spend more time at the office. They were almost done, and Seth couldn't help but ask. "Anything else I should know?"

A laugh followed. "Just...don't sleep with my sister, okay?" Edgar laughed again, and Seth chuckled.

"Sure thing." He walked back to his desk, but Edgar, as always, wanted to get in one more word.

"But. Really. Don't sleep with my sister."

He turned around to look at his friend, and there was no laugh; only a serious expression on Edgar's face. The smile dimmed a bit, but Seth nodded solemnly. "Relax, man. It's part of the code. The bro code, I mean." Don't sleep with a guy's wife, girlfriend, mother, sister, or ex, probably in that order.

As Edgar left, Seth couldn't help but linger a bit on how Edgar had lingered a bit on the last point of their conversation. He was far from eager to get with some overexcitable coed, which he thought would be the worst case scenario for Edgar's sister. If she was some normal looking, quiet kid, it'd be easy peasy to put her up for a bit.

This was Edgar's family they were talking about. It wasn't like she'd be some sex-crazed hot looking tease eager to get into his pants, right?

***********

The day went by smoothly, aside from the meeting with the gaming company he'd been planning on getting pushed to the next day. That was the way business flowed around here, though; people tended to move things around a lot, and Seth himself was fairly guilty of that.

He ran on his treadmill and lifted some weights in his workout room when he got home - it was no house gym, but it served his purpose nicely and had enough room for a yoga mat to do some stretching. After wiping the equipment down, he tried to stay up to see Edgar arrive with his sister, but fatigue came to him quickly. Not because of the workout, but because it had been a fairly mentally exhausting day even without finding out he'd be having a young female roommate.

And so, at around midnight, he gave up the ghost, deciding he'd meet her in the morning...or later in the day, were one to be technical. He brushed his teeth, threw on his usual bed attire of boxer shorts, throwing on a t-shirt just to make sure he didn't accidentally wander around shirtless in the morning, and then went to bed, assuming he'd meet Kira in the morning.

 

[AnyOtherName]

"Eddie!"

Edgar found himself suddenly impacted by the force of his sister throwing her full weight at him - which, thankfully, wasn't so much that it would or could knock him over - and in response he wrapped his arms around her slender frame. "Kira!" he called back, just as he had when they still lived at home together. Used to be that she would follow and harass her older brother relentlessly, and whenever his attention would turn away from her she would call his name...and continue to call it until he responded. He always returned the (sometimes very annoying) hail in kind. Which was, of course, to chirp her name back at her, at the same volume and repetition of which she had been saying his. "It's so good to see you! How was your trip?"

"It's even better to see you!" Kira responded with a smile. "The flights weren't too bad. Made all my connections and I'm here, so... That's a win, right?"

"Indeed it is."

The two made their way towards baggage claim, making idle chit-chat and catching up. It wasn't until after Kira had secured her luggage, her possessions loaded into the car, and the two driving to Edgar's home that their conversation was worth repeating.

"How is Victoria?"

"She's doing great. She...uh...moved in with me just recently."

"Oh? Congratulations!" It was only a moment later that Kira realized that her presence might be an inconvenience to the couple. "Oh, wait..." she spoke, her tone far more somber than before. "Should I...be finding somewhere else to stay? I don't want to be in the way..."

"Actually...I'm glad to hear you say that. I found somewhere else for you to stay and I was hoping you wouldn't be too upset about the new arrangement."

Kira gave him a puzzled, and maybe just a little bit irritated, look. It certainly would've been nice to have been consulted in such a decision... Rather than say something pissy or ungraceful she quietly waited for him to continue.

Edgar didn't like the lingering silence, assuming it meant that Kira didn't receive the news particularly well, and so he didn't wait long to continue. "I hope it won't be too awkward for you, I know you don't really know Seth at all... But he's a great guy and you'll still be close to me and Victoria. We live in the same duplex, after all, so we're literally steps away."

Seth? I'm staying with Seth?

Kira repressed a giddy squeal, though she was unable to keep a stupidly wide smile from overtaking her lips. Edgar didn't see the expression - his attention was on the road - and by the time he dared to glance in her direction for a reaction his sister was looking out the passenger side window.

"Is that going to be okay?" he asked tentatively.

"...Yeah. It'll be fine," she answered in a tone that completely masked her excitement.

"If you're not comfortable there...or if for whatever reason the two of you don't get along...you're welcome to come stay at my place. It's just..."

"Don't worry about it, Eddie." Kira turned to face him, having recovered just enough to look as if her smile was simply understanding and sweet. "I get it. You and Victoria need your space and I'm more than happy to give it. I won't need to stay at Seth's for long, anyway, right? I'm here to learn to take care of myself so... All the more motivation to find my own place."

Or something like that.

============

The Following Morning

Kira avoided the temptation to peek in on Seth the night before. She was ridiculously excited to see him, of course, but the last thing she needed was to wake him up and look like a total creep. Instead, she had settled into the spare bedroom that her brother had shown her to and attempted to get some rest.

She was up before dawn. Uncertain of what time that Seth usually woke up, she took a quick shower and promptly readied herself to reacquaint with the man who had become the center of her adolescent and young adult fantasies. In essence that meant that she dressed herself up with the intention of not looking too...well...dressed.

Kira applied a light amount of make-up, dried and styled her hair, and misted herself with some cherry blossom body spray. She dug through her luggage for several minutes before finding the perfect outfit: a pair of panties and a crop tank top. Yep. That would do nicely!

Toned and subtly tanned legs slipped through the lace of a black thong, the garment pulled upwards until the fabric settled upon her hips. The pair of panties were simple in design and yet elegantly styled: silver thread traced around the hems and danced along the sweeping curves of the patterned lace. Settled just above her heart shaped rear was a wide 'V' shape, the back of the thong thicker than some of the string-styled undergarments, and upon it was more of the embroidered silver etching. Kira forsook the matching bra for the moment, instead donning her tank top sans support. The shirt clung possessively to her heavy chest and abruptly ended before reaching her midriff, its white color doing little to hide the details of what lay beneath the fabric.

Taking a quick look in a mirror, Kira twisted her form and visually inspected the sight. The tank top was low cut, giving an ample view of her generous yet firm globes - and high cut, showing off her lightly toned abs and the cut of her waist before her womanly curves reversed out for the flare of her hips. Her panties nestled perfectly against her flesh, just barely concealing her most intimate area from an onlooker's view.

Kira strode confidently to the kitchen, intent on making herself a cup of coffee. Despite wanting for Seth to wake up and see her, she attempted to be quiet as she rummaged through his cupboards seeking a mug and beans or grind. After acquiring all the essential materials she set to work brewing a pot.

When it was that she heard Seth moving around the dwelling she pretended not to notice. As his footfalls approached the kitchen she found the need to search his fridge for some sort of cream - hoping for something flavored, but happy to settle with milk if nothing else was available - Kira bent over so as to gain a better perspective of the shelves. She couldn't be sure if it was the temperature of the fridge...her shirt afforded little protection from the cold, after all...or the excitement of Seth's nearness that caused her nipples to tingle and lightly harden.

 

[Bevatoria]

There were certain things Seth could sleep through - like someone playing video games at all hours of the day (something he had to get used to with Edgar around so much), a raging thunderstorm outside - or in this case, his roommate taking a shower and prancing about. So he was up at around his normal time for a work day; fairly early. Sometimes he went for a jog, but today he was going to get a light breakfast, clean up, and then head for the office to gather some materials for the meeting. He sniffed the air as he walked down the hallway, smiling as he smelled the coffee. One would do nicely right about now...

Still somewhat in a sleep induced haze after having thrown on a pair of sweat pants over his boxers (a grey shirt the only thing he had on top), it only occurred to Seth just as he stepped into the kitchen that coffee did not materialize out of one's thoughts, and that someone had to have made it. He heard the fridge door opening even before he stepped in, and then it occurred to him who it was: Kira. His soon to be roommate, who hopefully had made enough for two.

It was her bare legs he saw first, or at least the sight of her bent over at her hips, facing slightly away from him, looking through his fridge. His pace couldn't help but slow as he noticed that those fit, tanned legs ran up to a nice looking ass, and that he was seeing a lot of it. Practically all of it, really, and the thong she'd decided to throw on was apparently the only thing she was wearing below her waist...

Deciding maybe an overt, semi obvious entrance might be in order, Seth lightly tapped the counter to get her attention. "Morning." He was able to look at her entire body as she responded to his greeting, which wasn't much of an exaggeration since she was practically showing off all of it.

"I don't have any cream in the fridge. Just milk." He figured he didn't need to introduce himself; he knew who she was, and he him, even if they really didn't know each other. "I don't usually go too crazy with my coffee." And, crazy or not, he couldn't help but notice how freely Kira's breasts seemed to be bouncing under that little top she was wearing...almost as if she wasn't wearing a bra.

The way her nipples poked through the white fabric all but confirmed that suspicion to Seth. Probably due to the fridge... Seth moved towards the small island that was in the middle of his kitchen, leaning on it both because it was early in the morning and because he was getting a rather unsettling feeling looking at his friend's little sister. "Been a while since I've seen you, Kira - close to ten years, if I remember correctly." The last thing Seth wanted to be was that boring old adult who asked how she'd been, or how her flight was, so he decided - to try to misdirect his thoughts away from the ones starting to take hold in his foggy, sleepy mind about her - to keep them going.

He went to pour himself a cup of the coffee after Kira did it, pouring in just a bit of milk - and one tiny splash of sugar from a small bowl he had just for that purpose - offering to her. "Sugar?" As he got closer to her, something else subtle wafted through the air, fruity, all most - she must've been wearing some spray or perfume, which, while appealing, also his mind ill at ease.

Sure, it could have been one of her lounging outfits, but even if he was currently single, Seth had a feeling he knew the difference between lounging and teasing. And the way that thong seemed to disappear into her ass, or barely hide her most intimate areas from him...she couldn't have other ideas, could she?

No. She was just fucking with him, probably.

 

[AnyOtherName]

Kira smiled at the sound of his voice. She didn't want to appear too eager to lay eyes upon him but was unable resist twisting in Seth's direction as she returned his greeting. "Good morning!" she offered in a sing-song voice. Despite appearances, the young woman was far from being a morning person: she didn't bounce out of bed bubbling with happiness...in fact, on any other day, or in any other circumstance, the best tactic of dealing with Kira involved not talking to her prior to her first cup of joe. A long standing reputation with former roommates and friends suggested that she was kind of a bitch until she had her coffee and ample time to come to terms with a new day.

She forced her attention back to the fridge, even as her mind dwelled on Seth. He was so gorgeous! Even more so than she remembered! To think that all these years, every time that she had pleasured herself to the thought of him...she hadn't been doing him any justice. As she continued to ponder on the subject, moving on to a detailed consideration of the beauty of his icy blue eyes, she for moment recalled that she had been looking for something. ...What had it been?

"I don't have any cream in the fridge. Just milk."

Ah, yes! Kira reached for the milk. "It'll do," she commented as she carried the container towards the coffee pot. Her gaze again trailed towards Seth and she gave him a little smile. Then, focusing on the task at hand, she poured herself a mug of the precious liquid as the man made a remark about not going too crazy with his coffee. "I live for coffee," she replied. "I'll pick up some creamers this afternoon; I'll just have to introduce you to the absolute bliss of the sinfully sweet stuff."

"Been a while since I've seen you, Kira - close to ten years, if I remember correctly."

"Close to," she agreed. She added a splash of milk to her mug and secured a spoon. Now Kira turned completely towards Seth, leaning back nonchalantly on the counter as she considered him and stirred her coffee. She watched as he approached, intently soaking in the details of his face, though as he made his own coffee she made it a point not to stare. She glanced at her own beverage for a moment, returning her sight to Seth only as he spoke again.

"Sugar?"

"Yes, please." She lifted her mug towards the offering, obviously preferring for Seth to add the substance rather than doing it for herself. She studied him a moment longer, a smile returning to her lips.

"You know... I remember you being handsome. But...you're gorgeous." Kira hadn't exactly made a game plan as to how she would try to get into Seth's pants, and at the present time honesty seemed just as valuable as anything else.

"Are you single?" she asked abruptly.

She could have just as easily thrown herself at him but...it seemed too rushed. Rather the young woman thought to plant the seed of interest, see how Seth would react to the question...

He'd see soon enough how determined she was to have him, anyway.

 

[Bevatoria]

As he spooned a bit of sugar into her cup, Seth considered Kira while she looked at him. It wasn't as much that she was looking at him, but more how she was doing it. The way she smiled, the fact he'd caught her gaze lingering on him more then just a little as they interacted...it felt like more then just someone getting to know their roommate.

On the other hand, it wouldn't take a genius to infer anything after her next statement.

"You know... I remember you being handsome. But...you're gorgeous." The compliment seemed genuine, and Seth couldn't help but wonder its intent. It wasn't as if they really had much conversation to make. It was the morning, far too early for specific details about how her living arrangement would work, or what she liked to eat (although he'd already noted her living for coffee; while far from an addict, he'd be sure to keep the place well stocked).

It would've been easy to think she was just contrasting him with her brother, who didnn't have the charm and looks Seth did.

On the other hand, there was still a rather pressing question of why she came down here dressed in practically nothing if she had nothing more then a platonic interest. They had no chemistry yet, and if she just wanted to tease him she would've waited until she'd figured out his boundaries.

"Uh, thanks." Seth was still a bit taken a back as he responded, deciding not to repay her in kind. His eyes gave away what he thought of her anyways, or at least that he wasn't sure what to think of her aside from the fact that she was clearly attractive, and young...

...although maybe not so innocent.

"Are you single?"

He blinked. It wasn't as if she could ask him about his work - she knew all about it, being Edgar's sister, or at least could have known. They didn't have any common friends, or likely many interests, or at least many they could share due to their age gap. In fact, the only interest they really seemed to share at the moment was the fact that they each thought the other person was h-

"Yeah." He responded with a shrug. "I'm not gonna kick you out like Edgar did, if that's what you're wondering." Taking a sip of his coffee, he felt the hot liquid sting his throat, which is what he kind of wanted at the moment. He needed a jolt, to wake up fully, and he leaned a bit towards the counter. There weren't many places to look on Kira that wouldn't be him looking at bare skin, so he settled for her eyes and bare arms to avoid being the guy who couldn't look away.

"I guess I didn't get the chance to show you around the place last night, but not a lot to see, really." He tried to smile a bit. "Edgar knows it as well as I do. You can help yourself to the TV while I'm out - I've got a netflix subscription on the playstation - or there's a store nearby if you need to pick anything up..." He caught a whiff of her body spray again and tried not to twitch; it didn't help his train of thought that she smelled nice in addition to showing off almost every inch of that hot body of hers. "...and I'm assuming you found the shower okay."

A bit of a tease, but he couldn't help himself. This was his house, and he wasn't about to be scared shitless by a flirty twenty one year old just because she was his partner's baby sister.

 

[AnyOtherName]

A mischievous smile crept over her lips in response to Seth's answer of being single. His affirmation was followed with: "I'm not going to kick you out like Edgar did, if that's what you were wondering." Kira's expression shifted towards amusement but she didn't refute his take on why she would ask such a question. At least not yet.

The man took a drink of his coffee and Kira mirrored the action. Unlike him, however, the young woman gave an appreciative moan in response to tasting the beverage.

Seth spoke once again, giving his temporary house guest a run down of the place. Kira thought it interesting that he'd invite her to watch his Netflix account while he was out, considering that she should probably be out looking for work during the day...but maybe he didn't understand her capacity to binge watch shows. He mentioned a nearby market (which she immediately resolved to visit to make their coffee much more moan worthy) and concluded with a remark about her finding the shower well enough on her own.

"Mmhm," she agreed. "Nothing better than a hot shower." Kira took a sip of her coffee. "Well. Except for sharing it with someone, of course." She grinned and gave Seth a none-too-subtle wink.

Her frame lifted from it's former position against the counter and the young woman sashayed across the kitchen, turning back towards Seth only after she was positioned on the other side of the island. She leaned forward, placing her elbows on the smooth surface, affording a probably very blatant view of her cleavage to her host. The position of her arms pushed her already full breasts closer together, making them appear as if they would spill out of her low cut tank top. "For the record?" she began, seemingly oblivious or else completely comfortable with the combined effect of dress and pose. "I wasn't worried that you'd kick me out because you had a girlfriend." That mischievous smile returned and she placed her coffee on the countertop, a finger reaching out to trace along the rim of the steaming mug. She glanced at it briefly, no doubt being coy, before lifting her gaze back to Seth. "I just have a rule about not sleeping with people who are otherwise attached."

 

[Bevatoria]

Seth chuckled a bit as he heard Kira moan was she drank her coffee; he certainly was enjoying his own but not to that extent that she seemed to be. Whether she was trying to play it up (possible) or just loved her coffee that much wasn't clear, but it was leaning a certain way with how she'd dressed and acted towards him so far.

"Nothing better than a hot shower. Well. Except for sharing it with someone, of course."

He smirked in response. "Can't argue with that." Seth covered some of his uncertainty with her behavior with another swig of his coffee, his eyes locking in to her as she strutted through the kitchen - stealing a generous glance at her thong clad ass as she did - before she put the island between herself and Seth. His disappointment at that was quickly lifted as she leaned forward, clearly on purpose to encourage a certain view down her top, and it took no effort at all to let his gaze linger there before meeting her eyes. But even there, it was impossible not to look as she practically offered her tits up for him to look at, confirming (as if there was any doubt) that she was operating free and easy up top.

Not that it stopped her from talking. "For the record? I wasn't worried that you'd kick me out because you had a girlfriend." Seth was almost entranced by her as she traced her finger across the mug, it was as if her being practically naked around him was making everything sexier. "I just have a rule about not sleeping with people who are otherwise attached." Her gaze was back on his now, and it was impossible not to see the link between her behavior and - well - who she was with.

Sure, she could be messing with him just to get back at her brother, but it was one thing to know it and another to assume it, and Seth wasn't about to do the latter when he wasn't sure about the former. He could still tease back, and so he took another large swig of his coffee, letting the statement hang in the air before he responded. "Who said anything about us sleeping together?" smiled Seth, finishing his coffee afterwards. He normally showered before breakfast anyways, but suddenly he couldn't go anywhere without winning this exchange, not wanting to act scared around Edgar's teasing little hottie of a sister.

"I'll be at work most of today so you can settle in...and I'll get you the house key." He looked at her. "Anything else you want or need to know?"

 

[AnyOtherName]

Kira grinned. "I suppose, between us...there wouldn't be much sleep going on."

She watched as Seth downed the remainder of his coffee. Gods, she liked him. Obviously, she wanted him, physically. But as they stood in the kitchen together, exchanging teases, the hope (and assumption) that she would enjoy his personality as much in person as she did in his writing was coming to fruition.

"I'll be at work most of today so you can settle in...and I'll get you the house key."

She couldn't help but give a slight pout at his mention of work. Mostly, she didn't want him to leave; but in short order she also actively recalled that this was her brother's business partner she was attempting to hop between the sheets with and she wasn't quite sure how badly she should feel about that. Thankfully, Seth mentioned bringing her a house key and that made the almost-feeling-of-guilt pass just as quickly as it had come.

"Anything else you want or need to know?"

"Oh, there's plenty I want to know, Seth. But I'm afraid it might seem a bit...forward?...for me to ask you such personal questions." She beamed a smile. "I'm sure I will find the answers I seek...in time." She took a drink of her coffee. "But, hey - I would take your cell phone number."

Kira's hips swayed gently from side to side, as if her lower body was moving to some unheard music. Seth's line of sight on the action was obscured but he might have been able to deduce the movement from the affect it had on the rest of her pose. "Anyway," she spoke after he either gave his number (which she would trust her memory well enough not to write down) or didn't. "Don't let me keep you from getting ready." With that she'd straighten her posture, lifting her arms as she gave an exaggerated stretch. A motion which lifted the bottom hem of her tank top to the bottoms of her breasts, revealing perfectly rounded shapes, all the while the globes of flesh straining against their cotton confines in a whole new way. She released the stretch several moments later with a content sigh. "That is...if you're sure you wouldn't rather play hookie with me? I can be a very fun playmate."

She didn't wait for an answer before turning on her heel and padding towards the living room couch, where she'd settle in at an inclined position. An arm draped over the back, her alternate elbow placed upon the arm rest. Meanwhile one of her feet remained on the floor while the other was lifted onto the couch cushion; its position slid outwards, away from her body while retaining a bend of her knee, the end result being a rather shameless spread of her legs. She didn't seem too concerned whether or not Seth would join her; in fact she was all but assured that he wouldn't, and so she turned her attention to a nearby remote. Still. She hoped that he'd take in the sight of her, wish that he could stay...even if he wouldn't betray her brother so quickly.

 

[Bevatoria]

"Oh, there's plenty I want to know, Seth. But I'm afraid it might seem a bit...forward?...for me to ask you such personal questions." The smile she gave with it probably could've melted any guy who really wanted her, and while Seth was finding himself leaning towards the latter, at the moment he found it almost unsettling. "I'm sure I will find the answers I seek...in time. But, hey - I would take your cell phone number."

"Makes sense." Seth rattled off the number (of which the last four numbers were 7384 for S-E-T-H). He was reaching above the fridge into a cupboard for a spare key, but still found himself watching Kira as she seemed to move to some hidden beat.

"Anyway, don't let me keep you from getting ready." With the key in hand, he was about to place it on the counter but found himself watching the sexy brunette as she stretched up, her tiny tank top going up with her body to reveal the bottom of her perfect breasts. The material was struggling to contain them and it took all of Seth's willpower not to keep gaping as he walked to the counter and placed the key on there with a thud, making sure she heard it.

Her sigh made it even worse. "That is...if you're sure you wouldn't rather play hookie with me? I can be a very fun playmate."

Fuck. This little vixen was all tease, and even with the promise he'd made her brother - which he was fully intent on keeping - Seth couldn't help but at least consider the prospect of breaking the pact on her. In so, so many ways.

It was the same reason he ambled back towards his room, taking his sweet time so he could watch her...well, do anything, really, as she headed into the living room. And Kira didn't disappoint as she reclined into the couch, a classic relaxing position as she had one arm over the couch, the other on the arm rest. The way her legs were obscenely spread was suitable for someone wearing pants or shorts, but the thong she had only was only barely hiding her sex. Seth lingered there for a moment, stopping as their eyes met.

Fuck.

He went off soon after that, barely mumbling something in response. "See you later." Through his loose shorts, it'd be easy for her to see she was having an affect on him, and as Seth went into the shower, he decided a cold one might be in order to try to settle himself down, both to look semi-presentable for the meeting and to make sure she didn't know she was having such a huge effect on him after having just met him.

Instead, as he washed himself and put his shampoo on, his thoughts lingered on her, his cock tensing as his mind went through various scenarios.

Imagining her bent over, like the first time he saw her, instead this time he went to pull her thong down, feel her up through the flimsy top, and enter her-

Unwittingly, as the shampoo rinsed out of his hair, his hand reached down to his length.

He thought of her on the couch, spread open, not to tease this time...but for him to use. In the same outfit. This time, he stalked towards her with a looming, predatory look, their eyes met, and his hands pulling up that nearly useless top she was wearing, pulling her legs over his shoulders, taking that fucking thong off and-

He shook his head. The cold water was chilling him, edging him onwards but it wasn't sating his lust.

Fuck.

He breathed heavily, but Seth refused to sate himself as his shower was longer then usual.

After finishing his shower, he threw on a black collared shirt and jeans, heading out for his meeting...although not without checking on Kira.

 

[AnyOtherName]

Hazel eyes traced Seth's form as he departed; Kira couldn't help but to bite her lower lip as she watched him disappear down the hall. It was apparent that he wasn't immune to her charms - even if he wasn't entirely willing to act on his desire, the fact remained that his shorts had failed to completely hide his arousal.

It was a feat not to follow. Particularly when Kira heard the water running from the shower, the temptation to make her move was immense. What could he possibly do if she were to suddenly appear in the stall with him, naked and immediately pressing her body against his, her mouth hungrily finding his lips...except what was natural?

She gave a wistful sigh.

You have to be patient. Show some restraint. ...The longer you let him try not to fuck you, the better it'll be when he finally gives in. Just imagine Seth, so bothered and frustrated that he succumbs to his lust on a primal level.

Kira closed her eyes and pictured it. Seth had her pinned down, a single hand holding both of her wrists, a growl escaping his throat as he roughly grabbed at and tore away her shirt. Without a moment of hesitation he lowered his face to her exposed breasts and took a nipple into his mouth. He suckled, the nub of flesh already hardened and begging for his attentions, then took it between his teeth as he flicked with his tongue. His free hand trailed downwards, over her toned stomach, his fingertips slipping effortlessly beneath her panties... He wouldn't linger on foreplay, though, once he discovered how absolutely drenched she was. Abruptly he'd flip her over, forcing her on to her knees, a hand pressing her shoulders towards the mattress. She'd be left, ass lifted high into the air, practically panting from excitement. Kira felt the material of her panties being pulled aside, the sensation quickly being replaced by the tip of Seth's glorious cock rubbing teasingly against her soaking folds. He'd fuck her hard, she knew, and relentlessly...but just as she expected to feel the entirety of his length delving deeply inside of her, she heard him speak instead.

"Beg me for it."

She had to open her eyes. Kira wasn't necessarily opposed to masturbating on Seth's couch, but... It was too soon. She might get the point that she openly did so for the attention...or perhaps she could send him a video of her pleasuring herself if he managed to abstain for too long...but for him to walk in on that right now?

Restraint, she repeated to herself. Fucking hell, I know you want him...but there's a big difference between teasing and being absolutely shameless.

A few minutes passed, Kira wondering if Seth found the need or want to relieve himself in the shower. She started to imagine it but quickly had to stop herself, running into a problem similar to that of her previous fantasy.

The shower stopped running and Kira suddenly felt the need to compose herself. She sat up from her leisurely position on the couch, not necessarily wanting to show off the wet spot her little daydreams had caused on her panties. For a moment she sat there, uncertain what to do with herself, before the brilliant distraction of more coffee came to mind. She'd glance down the hall as she passed, hoping to catch a towel-clad Seth walking to his bedroom, though she couldn't be certain that he wasn't the type to simply dress directly out of the shower.

When Seth emerged Kira was lingering in the kitchen, a coffee mug held between both hands as she leaned forward onto the island. Her eyes lifted to meet his and she fought the instinctive response to smile, instead donning a mock pout.

"Looks like you've opted to go to work," she observed. Standing upright, leaving her beverage on the counter, she approached. "That's a shame. But..." She let the last word hang in the air until she was directly before her target. A hand reached to his face, her fingers making contact with his cheekbone before gently sliding downwards. "I'm a patient girl, I can wait." Her mischievous grin returned.

Staring into those gorgeous blue eyes, Kira wanted to kiss him. Well. She wanted to do more than that, of course, but in this exact moment some romantic notion took a hold of her. She stood there a moment, simply watching him, her grin softening to a sweet smile. The young woman might have leaned in towards him, she wasn't entirely certain, her head in a fog.

Kira snapped back to reality and took a step back. "I've already waited nearly a decade," she spoke nonchalantly, as if was hardly anything at all to be so ridiculously infatuated for that length of time. "I'm certain the payoff will be well worth it."

 

[Bevatoria]

What she would find was that Seth was the type to go with just his towel from the bathroom to his room, the white garment tied around his hips, held in place as he walked - shirtless, and mostly dry - to his room to change into his work clothes.

But as he came out into the kitchen, he was trying not to think about Kira - and by doing so, accomplishing exactly the opposite as he spotted her in the kitchen. The island was between them, and of course the tease was leaning forward in her skimpy half top.

Still her pout encouraged him a bit. He would need to enjoy disappointing her while he could.

"Looks like you've opted to go to work." Kira stood up fully, and Seth managed to tear his gaze away from her exposed stomach (and her legs soon after as she walked towards him), responding curtly.

"Yeah. You might've heard of a little webcomic/gaming culture company I run." He stopped himself from adding 'It's called the FUCKING CODE', which had become a common refrain between himself an Edgar, an in-joke that had developed a life of its own once they'd said it to a gaming reporter who had not known who they were in real life.

"That's a shame. But..." Kira started to walk towards him and Seth's gaze held hers directly, refusing to give ground, and also refusing to steal another glance down her mostly exposed body.

Or just a short glance.

Or one that allowed him to see a discoloration on her thong before he found her lazing, lustful eyes again. Her hand went to his face, and while Seth didn't pull away from her touch, neither did he lean into it as she rubbed downards. "I'm a patient girl, I can wait." And then she smiled.

Fuck, that smile...

He saw her leaning in, and Seth knew it had gone too far. He'd indulged her little tease, but he also knew that not pulling away entirely had told her too much. Seth backed away deliberately, slowly, scowling a bit even as he knew she'd see through it.

"Keep waiting." He responded, although his tone of voice was not strong, strangled all most as he cleared his throat.

"I've already waited nearly a decade." The matter of fact way she said it was almost unsettling to Seth as he slipped his shoes on at the door.. "I'm certain the payoff will be well worth it."

"That depends on the kind of payoff you're looking for." He responded, stopping himself at the doorway before turning back to her. "Look, if you're just doing this to mess with your brother, or whatever...don't." While he and Edgar were not celebrities, any kind of fame attracted certain kinds of hangers on, so he was used to turning women down even if their motivations seemed entirely different from whatever twisted game Kira was playing now.

But again, he pushed himself right into her hands with his final words.

"It'll take more then a morning of flirting and teasing to get under my skin." With an easy smile and a grab of his light jacket - just in case - he headed out to the office.