Siblings, Roommates, and More (Closed for Trucken)

[CarnivalBarker]

Bailey waited just long enough to take the picture as the guys docked the boat.

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She and her friend Brea had spent the day at the lake with a couple of their regulars from the restaurant. That was technically against the rules. The managers at Tilted Kilt, where they goth worked, put a strict policy in place that you were not supposed to give your number to a customer. And technically, she hadn't. Management didn't say anything about the customers leaving theirs with the girls. So when a couple of lean, athletic looking guys with decent personalities and a seemingly steady income from working oil rigs came into the place earlier in the week, she and Brea found them to be more interesting than most. They left a number on their receipt, not an uncommon trick. And normally, Bailey would have thought little of it and thrown it away. But Brea suggested she call them and set her up on a double date. In a moment of youthful whimsy, she did just that, and the group quickly arranged a day on the lake since one of the men had a boat. The suggestion had amused them. A couple older guys suggesting a date where their younger dates would be in bikinis all day? Of course. And well played. Bailey didn't mind. She worked hard to stay in shape, often running along the river walk and going to the gym a few times a week, enough to fight off the beer and food she consumed when she partied at nights or on weekends. And the guys had noticed. Her date, David, could barely contain himself, his hands casually finding her hips, or her back, occasionally her thigh, and the back of her neck when he kissed her, no doubt wanting more. Had she known him longer, she might have let him take her into the large boat's quarters and fuck her. She sure felt like it. But she was a never-on-the-first-date girl. Beyond that, all bets would be off.

"You girls ready?" David asked, and Brea put away the camera on her phone and snuggled under the arm of her date, Kevin, who led her up the rocks along the side of the dock to the lot where the truck had been parked. David did the same with Bailey. The ride home was subdued. The girls didn't want the day to end, necessarily, and they were certain the boys didn't. Bailey felt herself wet at her core from being close to David all day, and she now felt his leg pressed into hers as they rode along in the back seat. He turned her chin toward his and stole another kiss, which she obliged, with a grin and a nibble of her own lip as he pulled away. She didn't want to go back to the real world. She didn't want to go home.

A month ago, when summer began, she moved into her brother's house. A "retired" football player, he really had not been good enough to sniff the NFL, and his hopes for a reinvention into football was a pipe dream he was not honest with himself about. In addition, he was five years older than Bailey, who had only turned eighteen two months ago. She felt like he treated her like a child and she was sure he thought she was a brat. She didn't care. What she did care about was the nagging and harassment he gave her about partying, which she did enjoy, often leaving her to come in at three or four in the morning, sometimes drunk, occasionally high. The difference today would be that her time frame had been pushed up. He would no doubt be awake, and he would no doubt complain, as the group had enjoyed a steady amount of alcohol and a smaller, more modest amount of marijuana, during their day on the lake. She just didn't feel like hearing it.

The truck rumbled along and ultimately into her neighborhood, before pulling into the driveway, just as dusk began settling in. The air was still warm and she left her shirt off, content to wear only her bikini and a pair of white jeans shorts over it, as she walked to the door. Just before, David had kissed her and slapped her ass, prompting her to jump and squeal, then look to see if any of the neighbors had been around to see her startled reaction. She made a face at him in jest, then said goodbye to Brea, in the front passenger seat, then went into the house. Inside, nobody was in the front room, and Bailey sighed in relief. If she could get upstairs quietly, without her brother seeing her, she could clean up, change clothes, and go to bed, perhaps without hearing anything from him.

Slam! the front door shut with an echo far more than she had wanted, and she cringed. When nobody immediately showed up from the hallway where her brother's room was, she began quickly heading up the stairs.

Stomp! Stomp! Stomp! Her wedge sandals hit hard on the steps.

Jesus! she thought, slowing her walk and being more careful. She finished the climb up the stairs, and came to her door. As she pushed it open, she noticed her room was a mess. She knew it was, and she knew it was a source of frustration for her brother. He complained a lot that she was messy. She put her bag down and crashed on the bed. She didn't care at the moment. She rested only a couple moments, before finding a shirt and some panties that she could sleep in, then shuffled into her bathroom to take a shower. After cleaning up and drying her hair, she slipped the comfortable night clothes on and threw a pair of cotton gym shorts on over the panties. She ran her fingers through her hair, finally ready to relax from her very tough day of relaxing. She padded downstairs and made it to the kitchen, hoping to find something to eat that she could take back to her room. As she opened the refrigerator, something inside shifted, and several bowls of leftovers and a few beer cans tumbled loudly down the front of it and finally into the kitchen floor.

Shit! She thought, just before hearing something stir from the hallway. She knew she was about to catch some hell.

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[Trucken]

"Hey son, guess what? Bailey got into Arizona State!"

Edgar Ward, more commonly known as Ed or Eddie, still remembered the chill that went through his body when he heard those excited words from his dad. He could feel his face turn pale as his vision became blurry, wondering if he was about to faint. Thankfully, he wasn't, and even more thankfully, his dad wasn't there. He was on the phone with him, several states between them as Eddie prayed to every higher being that he could imagine that his dad would not ask him what he knew he was going to ask about.

"So we were thinking, could Bailey stay with you? It would really help us out, you wouldn't believe how much they charge for housing and food."

Eddie had covered the phone and sighed deeply, not wanting his dad to hear him.

"Et tu, Shiva? Et tu?" He muttered while staring at the roof, disappointed that not even Shiva, who felt like one of the gods that shouldn't have a lot on its plate, could deliver. Eddie didn't want his sister to live with him. His parents surely knew that, but they asked him anyway. Probably because they knew what his answer would be.

"Sure dad," he had answered with a tired smile. "Bailey can live with me. I know how things are."

His parents weren't exactly poor, but they certainly weren't rich either. Just paying the tuition would require a loan and Eddie didn't want to put his parents, or even his sister, in more debt than was necessary. Of course he would help them out if they asked, they were family after all.

Eddie wasn't sure why he had suddenly started thinking about that. He had just been out by the pool in his backyard, relaxing in a lounger and sipping on a beer. Maybe that was it, the beer and the pool. He remembered about a week ago when he came home from work only to find his sister hanging out with some guy by the pool, drinking his beer. Eddie had already forgotten the guys name, but he seemed to be the kind of guy Bailey always fell for, a complete tool. He was amazed that she always managed to attract the same type of guys, muscular assholes with at least one tribal tattoo more than brain cells. Even more amazing was that she had been in Phoenix less than two weeks and she had already found someone she would invite over for beer? He wondered if he was the same guy that she... that she had... Eddie felt his face getting warmer, rage building inside him, but he was also blushing and quickly tried to think of something else.

"Doesn't she have any fucking standards when it comes to personality?" He muttered as he took another sip of his beer, the bitter taste of it coating his tongue before going down his throat. His mind was still on Bailey, but he had distracted himself enough. He sighed and took a deep breath, inhaling the cooling evening air. The sun had settled just a few minutes earlier and Eddie was just listening to the frogs singing while toying with the tab on his beer can. He checked his phone to see if he had gotten a text or missed call from Bailey, but the screen was still blank. He had called her five times but she wasn't answering the phone, where the hell was she?

"Maybe she's out with another dipshit." He took another sip of his beer, scratching his knee through one of the tears in his jeans. Covering his torso was a red and black t-shirt with the words 'Arizona Cardinals' written across the chest. He'd gotten that shirt along with a number of different shirts and caps and other merchandise when he started his job about ten months ago.

CLANG! CRASH!

A sudden noise from inside caught his attention as he sat up and looked over his shoulder at the glass door leading into the living room. He realized who probably made that noise and stood up, marching over to the door and sliding it open as he jogged through the hallway and into the kitchen. He saw his sister standing next to a mess in front of the fridge, buckled beer cans rolling across the floor, one of them spraying a mist of beer from the top, leaving a trail across the cupboard doors. A bowl had broken and it's content, last night's chili, was splattered on the floor. Eddie sighed in exhaustion, his shoulders dropping before looking at his sister.

"God damn it, I've told you not to go dressed like that in the house." He said as he walked over to the busted beer can, stopping the mist with the palm of his hand and putting it in the sink.

"Don't just stand there," Eddie said as he grabbed a dish cloth and started wiping off a cupboard door. "Go get the mop." He glanced at her and got a view of her butt. He immediately turned away, his cheeks slightly reddening at the sight. He had told her a thousand times not to wear those skimpy outfits in the house. They... bothered him, and that in turn bothered him even more. His sister was an attractive woman, you had to be blind not to see that, but he didn't want to see it. That's why he was always on her about putting on some damn clothes, those gym shorts did not count. He wasn't a fan of that shirt either, but at least it was better than her just running around in her bra.

"I called you five times today." He said as he finished wiping the last door, turning to her. "You didn't answer. Where the hell have you been?" He leaned towards the sink, tossing the beer-stained cloth in it before folding his arms in front of his chest, staring her down. "You could've at least left me a note or something, I was worried about you." That last part was true. Despite being a little brat Bailey was still his sister and he didn't want her to get hurt. That's why it pissed him off so much when she kept dating the same type of guys, Eddie was sure that none of them respected her. For them she was just a sextoy, made to please them, and he wanted something better for her.

 

[CarnivalBarker]

Bailey rose from where she had crouched to pick up the mess she had made, just as her brother stepped into the room.

"God damn it, I've told you not to go dressed like that in the house," he said. Before she could even wonder why that was his cause for concern, she apologized for the disaster on the kitchen floor.

"I'm sorry!" she plead, before becoming instantly annoyed with her brother's lecturing her. "What's wrong with what I'm wearing?" He didn't answer.

"Don't just stand there," he shouted. "Go get the mop." The girl traipsed off toward the kitchen pantry closet, turning her back to him and doing her best to not make him angrier. She hated when he got onto her. It made her feel less than, and like she was a burden. It wasn't her fault that she had made a mess. All she did was open the refrigerator door. She said nothing and fought back tears as she grabbed the mop and returned to where her brother was still wiping down cabinets where beer had sprayed all over. "I called you five times today," he complained. "You didn't answer." She didn't respond, turning away to wipe down part of the counter where something had not even been, hoping to look busy and avoid the storm of his words. "Where the hell have you been?"

"Brea and I went to the lake with a couple of guys!" She said, only loud enough to assert her defense, careful not to appear to be shouting back at him. He tossed the cloth he had been using at the sink and stood over her, his arms crossed in a disappointed, authoritative, power move that she knew he liked to use toward her, ever since she had been very young.

"You could've at least left me a note or something, I was worried about you," Eddie said. Bailey's heart melted a bit, knowing her brother did care about her, finding it sweet that he was so protective, even though he scared and intimidated her at times like these. She did not know why that was so; he had never done anything to hurt her. She simply didn't like disappointing him, and she knew she could never live up to his, or their parents' expectation for her. She barely got through high school, and had likely been pegged as a girl who would go to college not for a degree, but for a husband who would take care of her and fill her with babies. She had not excelled at sports, preferring instead to simply work out to get in bikini shape for the pools where she would spend the summers each year. At eighteen, she was left with little to do, little ambition, a great desire to have fun, and the sort of personality and looks that would attract fun if she could not find it herself. She simply wanted to make her brother, and the rest of her family, happy that she was around. She gave up making them proud long ago. She knew he was not wrong, but she didn't think he was right either.

"Look, I'm sorry, okay," she finally said. She turned and leaned back against the cabinet, squaring up to her brother, who was still several feet away from her. Her fingers went to her waistband, fidgeting with it, rolling it down to reveal a greater expanse of her firm, athletic stomach, which she had earned from running cross country and working out for years, then rolling it back up. Down, then up again and again as she stammered to explain, not in any way attempting to exhibit herself or reveal her body to her brother. "We went out to play on the lake with a couple guys from the restaurant. We didn't do anything bad, and we were fine." She looked down at her feet for a moment before standing up for herself a bit more than she was used to. "I'm eighteen now," she said, her voice lower. "You don't have to worry about me." She pulled her hands away from her shorts and pushed herself off the counter, before turning and heading out of the kitchen and up the stairs. She didn't know how to feel. She was grateful her brother was protective, and grateful that he let her stay here, though she still wondered how long that could last if they fought so much. And she was also annoyed that he needed to mind his own business.

You need to get laid, she thought to herself as she stomped up the stairs once more, making little shuffling sounds, unlike earlier, now that she was barefooted. She closed her door with a noise somewhat lower than a full on slam, and she looked around. In her failure in the kitchen, she had not yet eaten. She quickly took off her shorts and pulled on some jeans, then changed into a cute tee shirt that completely covered her front, but had horizontal slits across the back, from the top of her shoulders, to the lower part of her back, revealing the newly inked, small tattoo that sat squarely centered just above her hips. She grabbed her purse and her phone, then found her keys, before slipping her wedges back on her feet and returning downstairs. She passed the entry to the kitchen and did not even look to see if Ed was still there.

"I'm going to eat!" She shouted through the house, hoping he heard and hoping he was satisfied in her giving him an update at all times now. She closed the door on her way out, took a straight line to her yellow Mustang convertible, a graduation gift from her father, and headed off to a nearby bar, where she knew her fake ID would let her in the door and let her buy a drink with her dinner. She would give her brother enough time to go to bed, then come home late enough to avoid any further interaction with him tonight. Fuck him, she thought as she drove into the night.

 

[Trucken]

"Brea and I went to the lake with a couple of guys!" Eddie sighed when he heard this. More guys? How did she have time to find them all? Did she just accept every offer to hang out as she walked down the street?

"Hang out." He scoffed at the thought. "Yeah, they just want to hang out. My ass." He started thinking about what they might have been doing at the lake and it started to make him mad. But he didn't want to get angry, instead he took a deep breath to calm himself down. Besides, he couldn't really start yelling at her for something she might have done. Instead he told her that he had been worried about her.

"Look, I'm sorry, okay," Eddie looked at her across the kitchen as her eyes avoided his. She looked guilty and Eddie sighed again, looking at her feet. He didn't like yelling at her or making her feel bad, but he couldn't help it. He knew the type of guys she attracted, or were attracted to, and he hated the thought of her even hanging out with them. When he got home from work that day and couldn't find her he figured that she probably was out with some guy, but when he couldn't reach her... it worried him. Some guys were capable of doing horrible things, and he didn't want his little sister ending up a victim.

Eddie was about to say something when his eyes caught her toying with the waistband, rolling it down and revealing more of her stomach. His eyes widened slightly before looking away, his eyes landing on the kitchen table.

"We went out to play on the lake with a couple guys from the restaurant. We didn't do anything bad, and we were fine." He looked at her again, his eyes narrowing.

"I thought you weren't allowed to date customers?" He didn't know that, he just knew it was a pretty common policy. He wasn't even sure that she actually was talking about customers, she might have been out with some co-workers. Not that that eased his mind in any way.

"Look, if you're gonna be out all day I want you to tell me. A note, a phone call, a text, fucking smoke signals, OK? And if you would 'forget' to do that I want you to answer your damn phone when I call you. Seriously, I worry about you. You're just a little kid."

"I'm eighteen now," She replied in a low voice. "You don't have to worry about me." Bailey walked away, leaving Eddie speechless. As he watched her walk up the stairs he suddenly started thinking about Bailey's eighth birthday. It had been a sunny day and she had gotten a ton of gifts and a great party in the backyard. Eddie remembered watching her run around with her friends, laughing like little kids do, wondering if he had ever seen her that happy before. The day had ended with Eddie playing with Bailey, chasing her up the stairs pretending to be a monster and tickled her in her bed and reading her a bedtime story before both of them passed out in her bed, his little sister clinging to him all night.

But that little girl was gone. Bailey was a woman now, her firm butt swaying as she walked up the stairs was more than enough proof of that. Eddie diverted his eyes again, a feeling of shame rushing over him for looking. He didn't want to look at her like that, that's why he was always on her about her clothes. And if she could make her own brother look at her like that, what looks and thoughts could she provoke from the real creeps?

"You're wrong." He said in a low voice as he heard her slam her door shut. "Now more than ever I have to worry about you." He sighed again, leaning forward and shifting his weight, making him stand up. He walked over to the guest bathroom and washed his hands, removing the sticky beer from them. He looked at himself in the mirror hanging on the wall, noticing the stubble on his face. He dragged his hand across his jaw, the short hairs feeling rough against his fingers.

"I wonder if I should shave?" He muttered to himself as he heard Bailey walk down the stairs.

"I'm going to eat!" He heard her shout.

"OK!" He replied, about to tell her that there should be some leftovers in the fridge from the other night when they had porkchops and mashed potatoes when he heard the front door close. He made a pause, looking out the open door to the bathroom.

"Did she... Is she going out?" After a few seconds he could hear her car start. "Oh for fuck's sake." He groaned as he heard the car pulling out of the driveway, the sound of the engine slowly fading away as she drove away. Eddie sighed and dried his hands, flicking off the light as he left the bathroom. He stopped momentarily in the hallway and looked at the front door.

"She's been out all day and now she's going out again?" He thought, shaking his head and feeling exhausted. He briefly considered going after her, but right now he couldn't be bothered. It would just lead to another argument and he was in no mood for it. Besides, he had work tomorrow, and he wanted to make sure he got a good night's sleep, even though it was 'only' a friday. They usually got off earlier on fridays, depending on how much work there was, but he had no interest in arguing with Bailey all night and showing up at work in a comatose state.

Instead Eddie took place on the couch in front of the TV, watching some reruns of Entourage while playing with his phone. When the clock was nearing 10 PM Eddie let out a loud yawn, stretching his body out on the couch. He turned off the TV and stood up, shutting off the lights and making sure the doors were locked before walking up the stairs. He briefly considered waiting up for Bailey, but that would just lead to an argument. Besides, she had her own key and could let herself in, no point in him losing sleep for nothing.

Eddie walked past Bailey's room. He stopped and reached for the doorhandle, but he stopped himself from opening it. He knew what it would look like in there, it would be the same mess she had started working on the day she moved in there. He made a dismissive wave with his hand and continued to his own room which was almost the direct opposite from Bailey's room. He kept it tidy, along with the rest of the house, and there was only one corner of the room that really stood out. A bookshelf, filled with different trophies and helmets, game balls, a few jerseys hanging on the wall next to it. It was every trophy Eddie had won through the years, and there were quite a lot of them. He stopped in front of it as he took of his shirt, tossing it on a chair next to the bed, his eyes looking at the different items on one of the shelves. The corner of his mouth moved up, making him smirk.

"Man, I was really good, wasn't I?" He thought as he looked at one of the many game MVP awards. He had various trophies from every grade; peewee, elementary school, middle school, high school...

His smile faded when he remembered that that his last trophy came in his senior year. In high school. There wasn't anything on his shelves after that. The only thing was his old college jersey hanging on his wall, but he often thought about taking it down.

"Am I really one of those? One of those sad fucks desperately clinging on to their glory days?" He scratched his neck while pondering this. Things hadn't turned out the way he wanted to and if he were being completely honest it still hurt.

Eddie took of his pants, leaving him in only a pair of grey boxer briefs. He tossed the pants on the chair as he walked into the bathroom, brushing his teeth before going to bed. He took one last look at his trophies and sighed, wondering what might have been if his college years had turned out differently. He turned off the light and rolled over to the side, slowly drifting off to sleep.

 

[CarnivalBarker]

Bailey smiled at the rugged guy at the door at the Knife's Edge Grill and Bar. Her sea green eyes gleamed, and her chestnut hair swirled in the wind, as she stepped toward him and began digging in her purse, looking for her ID. The effort alone faked him out, and he simply waved her in.

"Don't worry about it," he said, as she stood there, acting as if everything were on the up and up.

"Thank you," she smiled, confident, holding eye contact long enough to step past the vestibule where he guarded the door, and into the already dark bar. She found a table in a corner not far from the waitress stand and the girl who met her with a water and a menu asked what she was having. "Long Island Tea," she said, taking the menu and beginning to look over it, in an effort to further raise no suspicion. Her fake ID worked about half the time, and her youth belied her nonchalance the other half, and it was in those times she had to rely only upon sheer charm. The waitress left and returned with a potent concoction that Bailey sipped before ordering a simple appetizer sampler. An hour later, she found herself pushing the food away, along with her second drink, as she laughed at some inane comment made by one of the two college guys who had sat down nearby, only to soon invite themselves to her table. She didn't mind, and in fact enjoyed the company. Her brother had annoyed her sufficiently to get out of the house and, in times of stress, she didn't mind the distraction of a cute boy who could buy her drinks.

"We should go use the pool tonight," one of the boys said, referencing an earlier conversation in which she had revealed that she had a pool at home and would be willing to have a pool party some weekend. Of course they would be invited.

"Oh we should?" She asked. "Who is we?" The boys looked at each other. She enjoyed watching them squirm. She enjoyed making them uncomfortable, making them work for it.

"Us," the boy said. "All three of us." Bailey giggled.

"I don't think so," she said, and grinned. "But leave me your number and I'll let you know about a pool party. Maybe next weekend." The boy quickly put his number in her phone, and she paid her tab. After a few more moments of chatting, she got up for the return trip home. As she sat in her car, just before leaving, David, the guy she had spent the day at the lake with, got a text of his own.

Come over? Bailey smiled as she sat her phone down and drove off, heading home as fast as she could. Once there, she slipped back into her sleep shorts and top. She was careful to be quiet, assuming Eddie was now in bed. It was 10:30 and the house was quiet. Though she didn't care how she might annoy him again, she didn't want to bring on any drama as she had earlier, and chose instead to sip some water with the television turned on low, until and unless David arrived. No more than twenty minutes had passed when she saw headlights erupt across the windows in the front of the house, and she got up quickly to race to the door before any knock or doorbell rang.

"Hey!" She said, smiling, squared up to David, as he approached her along the walkway.

"Hey you," he said with a grin, his eyes taking in her lean and firm form greeting him at the doorway.

"Be quiet, my brother's asleep," she said, leaning her cheek into him as he bent down and gave her a kiss on the cheek. She took his hand and walked him through the house before saying any other words. As they walked through the house, she found her feelings mixed. She wasn't a slut, but she had had a great time with the guys at the lake. But while she liked David, she also knew he wasn't a long term prospect for her. He was quite a bit older than she was, and he traveled so much for his job she doubted he could be faithful. She wondered if she could. As they stopped in the living room, she pointed to the home bar.

"Get something to drink if you want to," she said as she sashayed, swaying her little hips as she walked away from him, before crashing upright on the couch, pulling one leg up against her chest while the other sprawled out before her.

"What's the occasion?" David asked as he poured a straight shot of bourbon and downed it, before pouring two more and carrying them to the couch where she sat.

"Just wanted to say hi," she said, batting her eyelashes as she took the shot glass. The swallowed the shot before wrinkling her nose and pressing her eyes shut at the strong drink. A small cough hit her, as she sat the shot glass on the coffee table, it's remaining bit of contents spilling on the table as it tumbled over. David took his second shot and discarded the glass the same way, before sliding over her, his hands finding her hips as he laid down, pressing his lips to hers. "Mmmmm," she purred. "Hi." He smiled and flipped her over to her side, facing him as they now both lay on the couch.

"Hi," he responded kissing her again. The two began making out, fewer and fewer words spoken between them. She felt his strength press against her as she opened her legs to press into him as well. Her core had become wet and she would have loved nothing more than to take him to bed. However, she had only been living here a few weeks and had already once been caught by her brother with a guy once before. Nothing had happened, but it was a big thing the next day when he had questioned her about who the guy was, why he was over, and on and on. She felt David's hand slide along her thigh, then his fingers press into her pussy just slightly as they slipped inside the leg of her shorts and pushed her bikini aside as he kissed her again.

"Mmmmpff! No," she sighed, even as she arched into him. She grabbed his wrist. "We can't."

"Come on baby," he whispered. "I've been wanting you so bad all day." He kissed her again and kept his fingers teasing her. She groaned again and kissed him back.

"Baby, no," she said. "Not tonight. We need to go to your place." She clamped her legs shut and at the same time knew that if she was going to live here, her brother was going to have to be okay with her dating life. She kissed him again before he flipped her over, seemingly as frustrated as simply wanting to move positions, now spooning her. She felt his hands run along her thighs, then high along her stomach, before pressing one against her and slipping into her panties from above. She enjoyed the feel of his fingertips over her shaved mound, and she squeaked a tiny bit as the fingers grazed her lips once more. She dug her nails into his wrist this time. "David, I said no." She turned her head and let him kiss her. The man quickly sighed a frustrated sigh and withdrew his hand from her shorts.

"Fine," he said.

"Don't be like that," she said.

"Well why did you call me over here?" He said, still laying behind her, against her.

"I just..." she stammered. "I wanted to see you again."

"Okay you saw me. I should go."

"Please don't be like that," she said. "I promise. Next time we can go to your place," her words were interrupted as he kissed her again.

"Let's just go in your room," he said. "And lock the door."

"But we can't," she said.

"Fuck that," David said, a hand sliding up and into her hair from behind, taking a tight grip and tugging hard, arching her back, pressing her stomach and breasts forward away from him, making them available to his free hand that once again returned to her stomach, then slid into her panties as he quickly dipped two fingers into her tiny slit. Bailey's senses erupted and she gave a quick gasp, followed by a long, low moan. She became instantly wet and enjoyed the feeling of the guy she had spent the day with handling her body the way she had wanted most of the day, but her feelings were tempered by the unease of being here, now, in her brother's house, just a while after the altercation they had. She wanted it to stop immediately, and she wanted it to last forever and lead to other things. She closed her eyes and let his hands continue, her slight resistance being truly meaningless, though it seemed to fuel David's lust and her imagination. She simply moaned again as he bit her neck lightly and drove his fingers deeper beneath her panties.

 

[Trucken]

Light swept the room, illuminating it briefly. Despite not hitting Eddie directly the slight reflection against the white ceiling was enough to wake him up, his tired eyes seeing the light just leaving his room. He took a deep breath through his nose and stretched out his body, letting out a yawn as he looked at the alarm clock next to his bed which told him the time was 10:47 PM.

"Must've been a car passing by." He thought as he turned over, kicking the comforter into the air before letting it fall on top of him again. He enjoyed the cool feeling it gave him against his skin and let out a long sigh as he burrowed the side of his face into the pillow, relaxing yet again.

It didn't take him long to open his eyes again though. His eyes looked at the closed bedroom door as he lifted his head from the pillow, his ears focusing, listening for sounds in the dark.

"Voices? Is someone here?" He raised his head a little more, still listening. "Must be Bailey watching TV." He started lowering his head again, his ear just brushing against the pillow when he shot up again, this time supporting himself on his elbow. Someone downstairs had coughed, and he was pretty sure that it wasn't from the TV. It might have been Bailey, but Eddie wasn't sure of it. He slowly got out of bed, trying to move as stealthily as possible. He slowly opened the door and headed towards the stairs, taking short, gentle steps. He stopped at the top of the stairs, listening for sounds from the floor below him.

"Mmmmpff! No, we can't." That was Bailey's voice. Eddie could hear the lust in it and it made his heart beat a little faster.

"Come on baby, I've been wanting you so bad all day." The voice belonged to a man and Eddie could feel his face redden as he listened to the sound of the two kissing. Had someone asked him he would say that it was because he was angry, but if he was being honest he was actually a little excited. He started walking down the steps slowly, his legs feeling heavy as he did his utmost not to make any noise.

"Baby, no, not tonight. We need to go to your place." A shuffling sound was heard and Eddie froze, wondering if they were moving. He didn't want to get caught now, it would be hard to explain why he was sneaking down the stairs as his sister was making out with another man.

"David, I said no." Her voice was a little louder this time and it made Eddie draw a sigh of relief, knowing that she wasn't about to have sex with some guy in his house. "Good Bailey, kick him out!" He thought as he reached the bottom of the stairs, peering around the corner of the wall. It was dark, but he saw the couch from where he was standing. He couldn't quite see Bailey and David though, just their feet at the edge of the couch. He slowly moved forward as he heard them arguing, trying to get a better view.

"A better view? What the fuck is wrong with me? Not a better view, just... want to make sure they're not doing anything stupid." He shook his head, still moving forward.

"Let's just go in your room. And lock the door." David continued to push, not giving up.

"But we can't." Eddie smiled, glad that Bailey stood her ground. He could see them now, but he did his best to stay hidden in case they suddenly left the couch and started to move around.

"Guess you're going home with blue balls tonight chump." Eddie grinned at the thought.

"Fuck that." David suddenly tugged on her hair roughly, making Bailey push her chest out as he showed a hand down her pants, her reaction telling Eddie that he had pushed a finger inside her. He froze, horrified at the scene taking place in front of him. His little sister, gasping and moaning in pleasure as a man pulled on her hair and moved his fingers in and out of her, her body twisting under his touch. Wet sounds filled the room and Eddie could feel the scent of her sex reaching his nose. This was unreal, how the hell did he end up looking at this?

But at the same time he could feel the blood in his body rush to his groin, making his manhood swell. He didn't get hard, but his balls felt heavy and his rod rose slightly, twitching at the scene taking place in front of him. His sister, his sweet little sister, showing him her most private side... and it turned him on.

"What if... what if I..." Eddie refused to finish the thought and knocked it out of his head, regaining his senses. He looked at the scene in front of him again and became furious. Wasting no time, and not even trying to be quiet, he marched around the back of the couch and reached down, locking his arm around David's neck.

"She... said... NO!!" He tightened his arm around David's neck, pulling him over the back of the couch as he made throaty sounds, his arms flailing wildly. Eddie let go of David, making him crash to the floor shoulder-first. He didn't give him any time to rest though as he locked his arm around his neck again, his other arm locking up one of David's. He struggled, but Eddie walked backwards quickly towards the front door, not allowing David to find his balance. Eddie opened the front door and dragged David outside before shoving him away from him, making him tumble to the ground. David coughed as the air reached his lungs again and stood up, coming face to face with Eddie who were mere inches away from him.

"If I see you here again I will fucking kill you. Got it?" Eddie probably wouldn't have been able to beat David in a fight. Despite being about the same height David was clearly the stronger one with a lot more muscle mass. That didn't matter right now though as Eddie had the psychological advantage, having surprised David and tossed him out easily. Also, Eddie was furious, his red face twisted in anger, his teeth gritted, his body language almost begging David to hit him so he would have an excuse to unleash his rage on him. David didn't want any part of that though, instead he slowly moved towards his car and drove off into the night, Eddie's gaze following him as he disappeared behind one of the neighbors houses. He waited outside for a few moments, making sure that he wasn't coming back before heading inside, shutting the door behind him as he flicked on the hallway light.

He saw Bailey standing at the end of the hallway next to the living room. His eyes met hers, making him scoff and throw his arms out to the sides.

"That's the type of guys you 'hang out' with? Really?" He was still angry and took a few steps towards her, closing the distance between them.

"Why the fuck would you give a guy like that the time of day? Did it seem like he had any other interest in you besides fucking you?" He continued to move forward, now slowly and deliberately. He threw his arms up again in disbelief.

"How many times did you say no? Three? Four? And still he..." Eddie was now close enough to feel the scent of his sister and it caught him off-guard, making him stumble on his words before looking at her again. Her skin was slightly flushed and he could feel her body heat despite being about three feet away from her. And the scent... the scent of her core, of her juices filled his nose and it made his sense of righteousness falter, instead leaving him tongue-tied and clearing his throat. He glanced at his sister before looking away, clearly bothered now. He struggled to find words and could only find the ones he said he had said to her countless times since she moved in.

"I've told you to put some clothes on..." He muttered, his eyes wandering around the room, occasionally meeting hers only to immediately look away.

 

[CarnivalBarker]

Bailey felt a chill run along her spine as her body erupted in goosebumps as David felt deep inside her body for the first time. She bared her neck a bit more for him as he nibbled on her, and she slightly opened her thighs a bit to allow him more access. No sooner had she done so, she felt David's grip suddenly pull hard, then release, and she saw him tumble over the couch as she heard her brother's voice fill the room.

"She said NO!" Eddie shouted as the two rolled back and away from where she lay, her eyes growing wide at the sudden assault. She took only a tiny second to straighten herself from her brother's gaze and immediately turned toward them, kneeling on the couch and watching the scene unfold.

"Eddie, stop!" She shouted, to no avail, watching her brother put an arm lock on David. She could not believe what was happening on so many levels. She was embarrassed for David, and also for Eddie. She couldn't believe he was so stupid, or that David had to endure such nonsense. At the same time, she couldn't believe she had to be ripped away from the pleasure she had been receiving and had wanted all day. She tried to break up the brawl again, laying blame clearly where it fell. "Eddie!!!!" She watched her brother, unappreciative of anything she now said, pull David outside of the house and tossing him out front.

"If I see you here again I will fucking kill you," Bailey heard Eddie say, as she now got off the couch and ran to where he stood looking out at the guy she had just been with. "Got it?" She watched from the door as her brother stared David down all the way off the property and toward his car.

"Eddie, get back here right now!" Bailey shouted. She wasn't sure if he was paying attention, but he shortly began to return, and Bailey retreated into the house to find her phone, quickly ripping off a text to apologize to David. Eddie shut the door, and turned on the light overhead, as she returned to the front of the house.

"You are an idiot," she said, standing before him, a bit disheveled, but covered and still ready for bed, though soon to be heading there alone. She looked down at her phone awaiting any response, hoping Eddie had not scared David off for good. She didn't look up to see him thrust his arms out as if to ask if she was really going to be mad at him.

"That's the type of guys you 'hang out' with?" Eddie asked. "Really?"

"Yeah," she replied immediately. "It is. And it's none of your business." Eddie moved toward her.

"Why the fuck would you give a guy like that the time of day?" Eddie continued. "Did it seem like he had any other interest in you besides fucking you?"

"I LIKE him!" Bailey stood her ground. "And I'm an adult," she poked her brother in the chest to emphasize her point."

"How many times did you say no?" Her brother asked. "Three? Four? And still he..."

"He what, Eddie?" Bailey cut him off, standing now immediately in front of him. "Did it OCCUR to you that I might WANT to fuck him? Are you going to tell me that you never convinced a girl to do stuff when she was into you?" She stood her ground.

"I've told you to put some clothes on," Eddie said, his tone a bit lower. She noticed his eyes dart over her head, to the wall behind her, out toward the pool, then back, only a moment, before darting some more. He could not be acting more strange.

"Fuck you," she said in a calm, cold voice. "I'm going to bed. I'll wear what I want." She then turned and walked away, directly up the stairs, and into her room.

What the fuck, Bailey? the text on her phone warbled as she made her way to the top of the steps. She sighed as she slammed the door to her room.

I'm sorry. That's my brother. That's why we need to go to your place. I didn't know he would wake up. She thought for a moment before sending one more message.

I'll make it up to you, when we finish what we started. She grinned to herself, then smirked a sad smirk, still frustrated by what had happened.

You better, came the reply. She smiled to herself then went to bed. As she lay under the covers, she was frustrated. The day had found her so close to a guy she liked and her brother ripped what would have, at least, been a fun time, away from her. At the same time, she curled up with a pillow beside her, wrapping her legs around it to get comfortable as she thought about Eddie. She thought he was so cute, with a lot going for him, and that he just needed a girlfriend of his own. He had often been with poor choices of girls himself, and had some just purely bad luck, but he was a good guy. She found it sweet how protective he was of her. She wished she could find someone like that and, perhaps, David could be that guy for her. She loved Eddie, of course, but they needed to have a talk and he needed to let her be free for a while. She rolled over onto the pillow, resting her head on one end as she felt gravity press her into the other end, just low enough on her stomach to become aroused once more. She found it annoying that she had not been able to finish with David. At the same time, as she began to nod off to sleep, she wondered about Eddie. Why is he single, she thought. I wonder what kind of girls he likes, she asked herself. I wonder it would feel like to kiss him, her mind roamed. She slid one hand down and touched herself and images of David and Eddie floated in and out of her mind before she told herself to knock it off and go to sleep. She wasn't ready to explore anymore, or go where her mind suggested she go. Not yet.

 

[Trucken]

"-oks like it's going to be a hot one today, real hot, like that chick in Alice Cooper's Poison-video. Imagine her and a stack of pancakes, that's breakfast for champions right there!"

"Wouldn't she be like... sixty or something by now?"

"Lazarus, women are like booze; they all taste good. You wouldn't know 'cause you don't drink OR bang."

"I do too!"

"Your hand doesn't count! Cousin Ed here, we're giving you the best rock n' roll has to offer and right now we're serving up some Ronnie James Dio. Turn the volume up, you're on the home of the Vult-*"

Eddie's hand reached the radio on the nightstand, his finger quickly finding the off-button. He let out a yawn and stretched his legs out, turning his head to look at the watch on the radio. The green lights on it told him the time was 7:15 which really didn't come as a surprise since that was when the alarm was set to go off. Eddie pushed the comforter to the side and swept his legs over the edge of the mattress, pushing himself up into a seated position. He rested his elbows on his knees, yawning again. He hadn't slept very well, his thoughts had been racing when he went to bed. He'd been angry at his sister, pissed that she claimed to "like" that guy, David. How long had she known him? Had it even been a week? It just felt like another bad choice in a long line of shitty boyfriends.

Eddie had never liked any of Bailey's boyfriends. Granted, he hadn't met all of them since he was gone for the better part of four years when he left for college (and moved to Phoenix about two months after he graduated), but the ones he did meet during the summers and holidays just rubbed him the wrong way. He had never been rude towards her boyfriends, until last night, even though he weren't particularly friendly with them. Eddie was more blunt with his parents, telling them exactly what he thought of the guys Bailey brought home. He had tried a more gentle approach with Bailey, telling her that he wasn't so sure about the guy she was currently seeing. It didn't help though, his opinions were constantly ignored by his sister.

At the same time, he did get it. Bailey had told him the night before that it wasn't any of his business and, truth be told, it wasn't. He thought she were making constant mistakes when it came to boyfriends but they were still her mistakes to make. Maybe he was being overprotective, but he hated the idea of her getting hurt. The thought of her ending up in an abusive relationship... It was enough to make his blood boil. Even the thought of some guy disrespecting her made his eyes dark. Noone was going to disrespect his precious little sister.

"Bailey..." He muttered, and visions from last night came into his head again. They had been there for the better part of the night and was the main reason why he slept so bad. While it had pissed him off watching David do that to his sister, it... It had really turned him on watching his sister writhe in excitement. Her small moans, her little gasps for air, her flushed skin, her scent...

"Thank God she left when she did," Eddie thought as he got out of the shower. "I was speechless when I got a whiff of her." The thought of what he saw still excited him, but he wasn't about to let those thoughts control him.

"I do NOT want to fuck my sister." He thought as he brushed his teeth. "It has just been a while, that's why that whole thing excited me." Yeah, that was it.

Eddie finished cleaning himself up, deciding not to shave. He thought the stubble suited him. Maybe he would grow a full-blown beard? He got dressed, settling for a pair of khaki pants and a black polo shirt with the Arizona Cardinals emblem embroidered on the chest. He left his room and headed for the stairs but stopped when he reached the door to Bailey's room. He hesitated for a second, then banged on the door with his fist twice.

"Breakfast in fifteen! Be there or I'm throwing it out!" He said in a loud, commanding voice. He made a pause, then added. "We need to talk!" He continued towards the stairs, quickly walking down them and headed straight towards the kitchen. He rummaged through the fridge and started preparing breakfast, scrambled eggs with bacon and toast. He also started brewing a pot of coffee, the scent quickly spreading throughout the room.

 

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Bailey couldn't sleep and when she finally nodded off, rest didn't last long. Well before her alarm sounded, she was wide awake, no less irritated with her brother or her circumstances, no more excited about the prospects of him always looking over her shoulder. She simply couldn't believe how stupid he had been, or how embarrassed she was. She was glad that David was not, apparently, going to hold it against her, but she had no doubt the next time he was around might be awkward. At the same time, she remained frustrated and found no alternative but to get up and start the day. She rummaged around her closet and pulled on a fitted, long sleeve top, and then peeled off her shorts. Pulling on some charcoal yoga pants and the black top, she tugged her hair into a ponytail, and completed the look with some socks and her gray shoes with neon pink trim and lettering. A matching headband fit her perfectly, and she cued up a loud, violent running mix on her phone and plugged in her headphones. She snuck downstairs in the darkness still, then out the front door. Moments later she had stretched thoroughly, and her feet pounded the asphalt on the streets of their neighborhood as she began a run that would lead her just on the edge of downtown then back.

Bailey's breathing got heavier, and she felt the stretch of her calves and hamstrings tear into her senses, waking her up as her run progressed. The glow of the morning sun wiped away her frustration from the night before, and she took in the beauty of the morning in the desert air. She continued to run, until she built a steady sweat, the sheen covering her neck and pressing the stray strands of hair from her forehead. She turned a final corner and raced up a slight incline, back toward her home, then onto her street, where she finally slowed to a stop, checked her heart rate, and walked the last half mile, cooling down as she got to her door. She opened the door and stepped inside, immediately smelling food from the kitchen.

Oh great, he's awake, she thought. Sure enough, as she walked through the house, she saw him, standing over the stove.

"Hey," she said, making no effort to say more. She slipped past him, placing her hand on his back as she squeezed between where he stood and the opposite kitchen island, before opening the refrigerator and taking the entire bottle of orange juice, which had only a small amount left. She drank from the container directly, squeezed by him again, and pressed into him once more. "Looks good," she said, as she looked around his shoulder, though failing to indicate it was the food she was speaking about. "Save some for me." She skipped up the stairs, orange juice still in hand, and made her way into the shower, emerging twenty minutes later with a towel wrapped around her. She came downstairs once more, then to the laundry room where the dryer remained filled with her clothes. She bent over to dig through it, pulling her tartan skirt and white top from inside, preparing to get dressed and head to work, where she would work a double all day and come home late. It was the worst thing about most Fridays, and today was no different.

 

[Trucken]

The bacon sizzled in the pan, grease sometimes flying up from it with a popping sound. A drop of it hit his arm and he grimaced from the burning sensation, rubbing the spot with his hand before turning his attention back to the bacon. The scent of it triggered a memory from when he was in his senior year in high school. It wasn't a particularly special memory, just the family eating breakfast together, although the amount of food on the table was enough to feed six people. That was because of Eddie, he trained a lot at the time and was constantly hungry. His mom, supportive as she was, always made a ton of food, regardless if it was breakfast, lunch, or dinner to make sure he would leave the table full. Besides, Eddie was the school's star linebacker. How would it look if Eddie had a bad game because his mother wasn't feeding him enough? That could've haunted her forever.

As Eddie flipped the bacon he heard the front door open. He looked over his shoulder towards the hallway and saw Bailey, her skin covered in sweat, reflecting the light from the sunlight outside.

"Hey." She said, and Eddie gave her a nod in return before turning towards the pans on the stove again, this time shuffling around the scrambled eggs.

"Hey." He replied, feeling her hand on his back, the strong aroma of her sweat hitting his nose. It wasn't that unpleasant, it actually had a bit of sweetness in it. Eddie couldn't imagine himself smelling like that to others after a workout.

"You've been out running?" He said as she opened the refrigerator, making him roll his eyes at himself. "No, she's been out painting trees and rainbows, that's why she's dressed for running and covered in sweat! Dumbass." He felt her hand against him again, passing behind him, this time stopping close to him.

"Looks good, save some for me."

"Yeah, sure. Don't take too long or it will get cold." Their conversation was pretty cold, both of them probably thinking about what had happened the night before. Eddie glanced at Bailey as she went up the stairs before turning to the stove again, sighing. He had been set on talking to Bailey this morning just a few minutes ago, telling her that this was his house and he wouldn't tolerate her bringing dipshits like David home. But now? He just didn't want to start an argument. He had work to do and he didn't feel like spending his day at work being angry over an argument that they surely wouldn't be able to resolve in just a few minutes.

"Maybe I'll talk to her later." He muttered as he moved some bacon and scrambled eggs onto a plate. He poured himself a mug of coffee and took a piece of toast, placing it on top of the bacon on his plate before walking over to the kitchen island, putting his plate down while sipping on the coffee. He pulled out a drawer and grabbed a fork, impaling a piece of bacon with it and brought it to his mouth. He chewed on it a few times before putting some scrambled eggs in his mouth and quickly followed it with a bite of toast. He was still a big eater, though he didn't eat nearly as much as when he was playing football.

"Those were the days..." He muttered nostalgically while eating, a small smile spreading across his face as he thought back on his time in high school. He remembered the friday nights, how 10,000 people would come to watch them, to watch him. He was so damn good that he almost eclipsed the rest of the team. Whenever he was asked about his performance after a game he would talk about team efforts and that his individual performance wasn't important, acting like he didn't like the focus placed on him. But fact was that he loved the attention, he loved how everybody praised him, he loved knowing that he was the goddamn undisputed star of the team. He loved the signs with his name in the audience, he loved to hear them chant his name, he loved seeing people wear jerseys with his number 57 on them. The colleges fought over him, knowing that they had the possibility to get a future NFL first-rounder to their team. Eddie eventually decided to accept Michigan State's offer, prepared to tear through his opponents in college before moving on to the NFL.

Except, that didn't happen. Eddie struggled in college, suddenly finding himself being too slow and too light, lacking weight. When his sophomore year rolled around and he was eligable to play in games he was rarely on the squad, and when he was he spent most of his time on the bench with a few appearances on the special teams. When he did get a chance to play on defense he was outmatched, either blowing his coverage or getting blocked easily. This made Eddie frustrated and desperate, making him train even harder and eating even more, desperate to build some muscle mass and getting faster. It didn't work though, instead all the eating and training started to take it's toll on him and by the end of the season he collapsed, the strain he had put on his body eventually becoming too much for him. He was ordered to rest and did so for about a week before starting training in secret, only to find that he couldn't push himself as far as he was used to. Desperate, he knew there was only one thing he could do if he wanted to succeed.

Which led to the night that would change the course of his life forever. He was in his dorm room, looking at the syringe in his hand. One of his teammates had hooked him up, telling him that this was a miracle drug that would make him bigger, stronger, and faster, just like he wanted to. Eddie had tried, several times, but he just couldn't do it. Every time the needle touched the skin of his buttock he pulled it back, eventually breaking down crying. Crying because he realized that he wasn't good enough, crying because that he was so close to cheat, crying because he would never play in the NFL. His career was dead before it had even truly begun and realizing that crushed him.

Eddie sighed again before emptying the contents of the mug into his mouth. His plate had been empty for a while as he had blankly stared on the floor after he finished it, thinking. He still would've loved to play in the NFL, but he had to admit that the path he had chosen now was interesting and had given him a new goal to aim for.

He heard Bailey walking down the stairs and he turned his head towards it, seeing her come down with only a towel wrapped around her. He grunted disapprovingly before grabbing his plate and walking over to the stove again. He filled it up again and grabbed another plate for Bailey, setting her plate down across from him on the kitchen island. He poured himself some more coffee and prepared a mug for Bailey as well before he started to eat again. Bailey soon appeared, wearing her work clothes. Eddie didn't really like those clothes either, but getting on her ass about those was a bad idea, especially since she didn't control what she had to wear at work.

"You have to wear those clothes at work?" He asked as he pointed at her with his fork. He realized he didn't know if she had to wear that or not, but he had always assumed it was the uniform you had to wear if you wanted to work there. He turned his attention to his plate again, putting more bacon and eggs in his mouth.

"I might be late tonight." He said before taking a sip of coffee. "A few of us talked about going out for a beer or two, I don't know when I'll be home." His eyes still avoided Bailey, simply focusing on the plate in front of him, not looking at her as he spoke to her.

"Also, make sure you get your clothes out of the laundry room." He said, pointing at her with the fork again. "I may not be able to control the mess in your room but I'll be damned if I'll allow it to spread through the house. I want them gone when I get home tonight, understood?"

 

[CarnivalBarker]

"You have to wear those clothes at work?" Eddie's words and tone annoyed the hell out of her and she thought just how much this living arrangement was not going to work.

"Yes, I have to wear these clothes at work," she said with a tone. "What's wrong with them?" She was interested to see if he had an answer. The correct answer was "not a damn thing." She kept in better shape than most of the girls, and the outfit looked great on her. Sure, it was skimpy, but that was the cost of admission to work at a place where she could make $600-$700 a night if she worked a double, and she doubted he would mind her chipping some of that his way to help with rent and groceries. She stared him eye to eye, refusing to back down until he quickly changed the subject.

"I might be late tonight," he said. She finally looked away, content that he had given up his strict complaining about her attire and, honestly, her lifestyle. "A few of us talked about going out for a beer or two, I don't know when I'll be home." Bailey's eye's widened and she passed along a small grin.

"Hot date?" She asked, titillated. She enjoyed romance, but she very much enjoyed the simple carnal thoughts of a guy and girl hooking up. She very much thought it would do her brother good and, hopefully lead him to leave her alone. She had often noticed that he was a handsome, even sexy guy, though he often got in his own way. She had no such similar problem. "Who's the lucky girl?" Her eyes gleamed, as she squinted. "Or guy?" She gave a laugh, knowing she punched a button. Truth was, her brother wasn't gay. He had dated several attractive girls, and, if she was being honest, he was an attractive guy himself.

"Also, make sure you get your clothes out of the laundry room." He said, barreling through her attempt to tease. His stern tone, every bit one that her father might use. "I may not be able to control the mess in your room but I'll be damned if I'll allow it to spread through the house. I want them gone when I get home tonight, understood?" She pushed her plate away from where she sat, then paused for a moment, considering two ways she might respond.

Who the fuck do you think you are? She thought to herself. Understood? She wanted to shout him down and back him off of her, but she also knew doing so was a temporary fix. She chose not to react in such a manner, though she was certain the sneer on her face belied her effort at diplomacy. Instead, she chose a more subtle offense, designed only to upset him, without any real teeth, though her brother wouldn't know it.

"Fine," she responded. "I may see if I can move in with David and his roommate," she gave another glare, signaling she meant it, even if she hadn't. In fact, no such option was truly on the table and only she knew the threat was a pure bluff.

"They might appreciate me more," she stood up to leave. "They might let me put my clothes wherever I want." She headed toward the den to find her keys and purse before going to work. As she left the room, she gave her brother a pouty glance as she looked over her shoulder at him one last time before leaving for the day. "Don't wait up," she grinned as she left the room.

 

[Trucken]

"Yes, I have to wear these clothes at work. What's wrong with them?"

"They make you look like a pornstar acting the part of a catholic schoolgirl." Eddie thought as he noticed Bailey staring him. Her eyes were determined, fixed on his eyes that had a more bored look to them. He really didn't like those clothes, even though she certainly made them work as she had the body for them. But they were too skimpy for Eddie to consider them as work attire, unless you were a stripper or working in porn.

Still, he knew that any comments made about her clothes would only make her mad, and he was still determined not to start a fight before going to work. He decided to keep his mouth shut about the clothes, instead turning his focus to the plate in front of him, telling her that he would be late tonight.

"Hot date? Who's the lucky girl? Or guy?" Bailey laughed at her last comment, which made Eddie smirk as he continued eating. He wasn't offended by it, there was actually a guy on his team in college that told Eddie during their freshmen year that he liked him. Despite not being gay Eddie was flattered and realized that it took a lot of guts to do that, so he decided to let him down as gentle as he could.

"Sorry bro, I don't do anal." Eddie smirked as he thought about it, they had laughed a lot at that comment, using it as an inside joke through the rest of college.

"No date, and no lucky girl." He paused to take a sip of coffee. "Or guy, for that matter. Just going out with a couple of people from work." He made another pause while chewing on some bacon, swallowing it and telling Bailey to get her clothes out of the laundry room. He noticed Bailey's mood changing and saw her pushing her plate away from her. Eddie glanced at the plate momentarily before continuing eating, not wanting to pause just because she was about to throw a fit.

"Fine," she replied, sounding surprisingly calm. "I may see if I can move in with David and his roommate." Eddie froze midbite before raising his head to look Bailey in the eyes. His face had a puzzled look on it, questioning if he had heard her right. She was going to move in with David?

"They might appreciate me more."

"'They'?" The word just slipped out of him, but it was something he really wanted an answer to. Why did she emphasize the word 'they'? And what did she mean by 'appreciate'?

"They might let me put my clothes wherever I want." Eddie gaze followed Bailey as she headed for the den, his face a mixture of questions and anger, like he was thinking 'what the fuck did you just say'. Which, he actually was, but right now he was speechless, taken by surprise that she might move in with David. Also, he really didn't like what that 'they' might be implying.

"Don't wait up." Bailey grinned at him before leaving, his eyes quickly glancing at her firm legs as she walked out the door. He was left alone in the house, his face red from anger.

"'They' might appreciate me more? What the fuck does that mean?" He heard her start her car and he stood up, grabbing the plates in front of him and almost tossed them into the sink, making the plates and silverware clatter violently. He rested his hands on the edge of the sink as he heard Bailey drive away, still angry about what she said.

"That little, fucking..." Eddie closed his eyes and opened his hands, taking a few deep breaths, calming himself down.

"Don't let it bother you. If she wants to move, she can. It's her decision..." It worked, at least a little. Her words still nagged him in the back of his head, but he tried to push them away, instead focusing on getting ready for work.

Eddie took a look inside the house a final time, making sure that all the lights were off and all the windows were closed before grabbing his laptop and walking out the front door. He got in his car parked on the driveway, an Audi from 1996. He'd bought it a few years ago, and despite it's age it was still in very good shape. It was nothing compared to Bailey's Mustang, and truth be told, Eddie was a bit jealous. She got that car when she graduated high school, Eddie didn't get anything like that. He got a TV, which was nice, but Bailey got a goddamn Mustang? She had barely gotten through high school while Eddie kicked ass on the field and kept a pretty respectable grade point average but she got a car?

"Maybe she's just the favorite." Eddie muttered as he left the driveway, heading for work. He listened to the radio while driving, the DJ's talking about that it was going to be a hot day. Eddie could feel it already and turned up the AC slightly, feeling the air blowing at him getting slightly cooler.

After about twenty minutes of driving Eddie could see his place of work. The building didn't look that special, but the image of an Arizona Cardinals-helmet on it was more than enough to tell people that a part of the NFL had it's home here. Eddie smiled as he turned, driving onto the parking lot just outside the building, thinking about how he ended up here.

When Eddie was in college and realized that he wasn't good enough to ever reach the NFL he became depressed. When he trained too hard and collapsed he had been ordered to rest and ignored it after only a week, but now he was so down that he stayed in his room for almost two weeks, leaving only to find something to eat. He had been so damn sure that he was going to play in the NFL, and now that was gone. He would never make it there, and it made him realize that he didn't have a back-up plan for what he was going to do after college. He had no idea what he wanted to do with his life besides play football.

Eventually Eddie realized what he wanted to do. He'd been playing Madden NFL on his Playstation, pondering what players he should try to pick in the draft, when it suddenly hit him. If he could never play for a Super Bowl team, he would build a Super Bowl team. A general manager! He wanted to be a GM!

Eddie stayed in college, graduating after four years. He was still on the team in his junior and senior years, but since he failed to improve he spent most of his time on the bench when he made the cut.

When he graduated he sent out applications to every team in the NFL. He didn't care what the job was, as long as he got a foot in the door he knew he could make it. He realized that it would take many years before anyone even considered giving him a shot as a GM, but if he could get a job with a team, even if it was as a security guard, he at least had a chance at advancing. Eddie got a number of letters telling him that he wasn't what they were looking for while some teams didn't even bother to tell him that he didn't get the job. The Cardinals, however, did call him and interviewed him over the phone. They called him up a few days later telling him that they had a position open as an assistant if he wanted it. Eddie jumped at the opportunity and moved to Phoenix only two weeks later, determined to make an impact and get noticed.

"I'll get there." Eddie said to himself as he climbed out of the car. "Rome wasn't built in a day. But the team I one day will build will be just as famous as Rome." He clenched his fist, nodding at himself, determined. There was still a long way to go, but he wasn't about to give up.

"One day at a time..." he murmured as he swiped his keycard, unlocking the door to the facility.

 

[CarnivalBarker]

Bailey noticed her brother's intent look as she finally turned back around and paid him no more attention as she left to go to work. She didn't know why the idea of men being around her bothered him so much, but it was the button she could always go to and push when she wanted to drive a knife under his skin. David was cute, and she liked him. And his roommate was nice looking as well. But after a few drinks at work and a simple day on the lake, she was nowhere near in a relationship with him or anywhere close to moving in with him, or anyone else. But Eddie didn't know that. She grabbed her purse, phone, and sunglasses and headed to the restaurant. Thirteen hours later, well after midnight, she clocked out and headed back to her brother's home, finding it empty when she got there.

The day had been a typical day. Bailey cut a trim figure, but a perky one, doing her best to smile, tease, play, and maximize her tips. None of her regulars showed up, though David had texted to find out if she was working. But since he never came to see her, she chalked it up to nothing more than probing to see if she might be instead available to finish what they had started the night before. She hadn't been, and so he apparently hadn't bothered. Typical guy. She tossed her purse in a living room chair before making her way upstairs, where she showered and washed the smell of grease and cigarettes out of her hair and skin. She ran some lavender scented perfume lightly along her neck, before throwing on a tiny pair of black and peach colored boy shorts beneath a baby blue, long shirt that barely reached down enough to cover her ass. She went back downstairs and pulled a wad of money from her bag and started counting, only when she had counted over four hundred dollars deciding it had truly been only an average night. She reached into her bag and found a tiny bottle of Xanax, which she had kept hidden, since it had been given to her by Brea. She stretched her legs out along the couch and popped one of the little pills, before reclining into an anxiety free rest, which she badly needed. She had been running around too much. Too much work. Too much play. Too much life. And the occasional Xanax, if marijuana or something harder were not available, did the trick. She stashed the bottle back in her purse, then curled up on the couch and turned on the television. She turned the sound low, enough that it served only as white noise, and she closed her eyes as she laid on her side, curling her knees into her chest in a fetal ball. She felt the cool air of the room on her thighs and beneath the shirt as it rose up slightly, but she didn't care. She thought of David and what might have been the night before, and she felt herself quiver a bit in her core and she gave a long, low, frustrated moan. It had been too long.

Fuck Eddie, she thought, irritated at his interruption of her fun with a potential new suitor the night before. If she didn't think it would happen a second time, she would text David to meet up. Maybe she could move in with him. No, she thought. That's stupid. She sighed. Fuck Eddie. She lay quietly a few moments, then opened her eyes at an insane thought. She smirked as she wondered what it would be like. Fuck Eddie, indeed. He WAS a great looking guy. He also WAS her brother. Too bad, she sighed again, letting the fleeting fantasy drift off so that it was just that - a fantasy, and nothing more, and not even a good one, but merely something passing through her mind when she was exhausted, bored, and horny. She curled up again and fell deeply asleep, not even giving it a second thought.

 

[Trucken]

"Here we are, sir." The cab driver had been surprisingly polite during the ride home. He was a big man with a large bald patch on his head and grey stubble covering his cheeks. Eddie had pegged him as a cold, gruffy man when he first saw him but he had been happily chatting with Eddie the entire way from the bar.

"Ah, thank you." Eddie's speech was slightly slurred, an effect from the alcohol. "How much do I owe ya?" He said as he reached for his wallet.

"$20.40." Eddie opened his wallet and handed the driver $25.

"Keep the change. Yo-you deserve it." Eddie hiccuped as he spoke, the driver smiling at him as he took the money from him.

"Thank you sir, sleep well now!"

"Yeah, you too! I mean... ah, you know what I mean." They shared a quick laugh as Eddie exited the cab, closing the door behind him before giving the driver a quick wave as he drove off. He yawned loudly, stretching his arms up towards the sky. He saw Bailey's car parked in the driveway, realizing that she was probably home.

"Guess I'll have to be quiet then." He murmured as he walked towards the door. He was slightly drunk, but not enough for it to effect his balance as he had no problem walking as he went through his keychain trying to find the key to the front door. He found it as he reached the door, quietly unlocking it and going inside. He headed straight for the stairs and gingerly started climbing it.

"Two nights in a row where I sneak up or down the stairs? Must be a new record." He snickered and then stopped when he was about halfway up. He saw flickering lights seeping through the steps, hitting his feet.

"The TV must be on." He continued up the stairs. "Eh, I'll wake Bailey up, if she leaves the TV on it's her job to turn it off." Eddie walked to Bailey's room and quietly opened the door, but she wasn't there. He scratched his head, walking to his room in case she had decided to sleep in his bed for some reason. Nope, she wasn't there either.

"She must've fallen asleep on the couch." He got undressed, tossing his clothes in a pile on the chair before going into the bathroom. He took a quick shower and brushed his teeth. Even though he liked going to the bars he thought the smoke from everyones cigarettes was a pain. Not that it irritated his throat or anything, but the smell from it lingered afterwards. He wasn't a prude, but he didn't like smelling like an ashtray.

Eddie pulled on a pair of clean white boxers before stopping in front of his bed. He briefly thought about just going to sleep, but knowing that the TV was on downstairs would bug him.

"It's a waste of electricity. Just go down there and turn it off." He sighed at his own logic before turning around and heading downstairs, still trying to stay quiet. He sneaked into the living room, the light from the TV illuminating the room. Some old movie was on, but Eddie didn't recognize it. He looked at the couch instead, finding Bailey sound asleep. He smiled when he saw her lying there, curled up into a ball. He loved his sister, he really did, he just wished she had better judgment sometimes. He looked her over, his eyes following her legs. She did have really nice legs. Heck, her entire body was really nice, and Eddie was actually quite impressed with his little sister for keeping her body in such good shape. He knew it took commitment and he was kind of proud of her for being so diligent.

"Hey." He said quietly before placing his hand on her hip, feeling her warm skin against his palm. "Hey, Bailey." He said a little louder, shaking her slightly with his hand. "Don't you want to sleep in your bed?" He shook her again, not sure if she was awake yet.

 

[CarnivalBarker]

Bailey was dead asleep, as peaceful as ever. Her body was tired from a long night at the restaurant, and she would have been content to sleep well into the next afternoon, had she not been wakened. So deep was her sleep that her groggy self only marginally cut through the fog when she felt a hand on her hip, just along her side, slightly shaking her. Her eyes only half opened, and barely registered the voice in the room.

"Hey," it said. "Hey Bailey."

"Huhnh?" She groggily responded.

"Don't you want to sleep in your bed?"

"MmmNo," her voice trailed off, even as she did sit up. She would not remember the exchange the next morning, nor would she remember what she said next. "I wanna sleep with you." She closed her eyes and reached her arms up, slightly open, ready to be carried to wherever she would spend the night. It was a little girl move, which she had done her whole life, since she was the tiniest child, usually carried by her mom or dad or, sometimes, her brother, who would put her to bed. Not quite awake, or even awake at all, none of their interaction would be remembered when she woke up the next day.

When she did wake up, it was because of where she was, some strange place she did not immediately recognize. Before her eyes opened, she felt the hard, muscular back of a guy pressed against her chest as she curled up against him, spooning him a bit, with one leg cast over his, so as to hold him closer against her. She was vaguely aware of the pleasant scent of man filling her senses and she took a deep, long pull of it, her mouth erupting into a grin.

David smells so good, she thought. She nuzzled against him and kissed his neck only slightly, no more than a peck, as she ran one arm around him, pulling even closer against him, remaining still and quiet, her eyes still closed, simply content to enjoy the morning. She felt certain she would soon enjoy the deep sleep she had already been enjoying, unless of course David wanted to fool around. The hand around the man in bed with her began to slightly rub his firm abs, just teasing and suggesting how much she enjoyed him there with her. Her fingertips brushed just beneath the band of his boxer shorts, only hinting, only threatening to go lower. She felt her nipples harden and her pussy flood, and she pulled her leg back, content to press them together, curled up behind David. As her body became aroused, she grew more awake and alert, just before realizing she had not been with David or even away from home the night before. She opened her eyes suddenly, and rose her head enough to see her brother's face, still asleep, facing away from her.

Ohmygod! Ohmygod! Ohmygod! she thought, careful not to move and startle him awake. As she lay back down, the feel of his hard abs beneath her hand remained, and she raised her eyebrows to herself. Eddie has a nice body, she thought, before chastising herself. No stop! Stop it! She told herself. She kept her hand where it was, however, then laid her head back down, nodding off again to sleep. She pressed her thighs together hard, thinking the unthinkable, but content to wait until it was time to get up to sort it all out. She was too tired at the moment to even begin to contemplate what was running through her mind.

 

[Trucken]

"MmmNo." Eddie watched Bailey as she sat up, wondering if she was even awake. Sure, he had tried to wake her up, but right now she sounded like she was on autopilot, her mind still at sleep while her body was awake, barely.

"I wanna sleep with you." He blinked in surprise at her words, then she raised her arms up towards him, making him realize what she meant. He smiled as he watched her, even though she was 18 now and about to start college she still did the same 'move' that he had seen her do countless times.

"OK then, grab onto me." He leaned down and let Bailey put her arms around his neck as he pressed his hands in between her butt and the cushions before lifting her up. Her cheek rested on his shoulder and he could feel her breath against his neck, tickling him every time she exhaled. He carried her just like he did when they were kids, his hands on her buttcheeks holding her weight as she held on to him. The difference now was how much Bailey's body had changed. She wasn't heavy, she hadn't been when they were kids either, but her butt was nice and firm in his hands. It was also impossible to miss that she had developed breasts now, the feeling of two soft globes pressing against his chest being evidence of that.

"When did you become a woman?" He thought as he carried her upstairs. He missed most of her growth when he was gone for college. He hadn't noticed her starting to develop when he left, but one day he had come home and barely recognized her, at the first glance thinking that it might've been a friend to Bailey.

Eddie carried Bailey to his room and moved the comforter to the side before gently putting her down on the bed.

"OK, here we go." He leaned his head down and carefully grabbed her arms, freeing his neck. He reached for the comforter, pulling it over her.

"Good night Bailey." He said and gave her a peck on the cheek just as he had done when they were kids. Now it made him pause and he looked at her peaceful face as she took gentle breaths. His sister was a beauty, no doubt about it. He smiled gently and brushed a few strands of hair away from her face before walking around the bed and lied down next to her. He got in under the comforter which was warmer than usual now that two people shared it. Eddie turned of the light and yawned, quickly drifting off to sleep to the sound of Bailey's quiet breaths.

Eddie woke up several hours later by the feeling of someone gently kissing his neck. It felt nice and made him slightly shift his body, smiling at the little display of affection from Bailey. He could feel her body pressed against his, one of her legs hooked into his like she was trying to stay as close as possible.

"You've always been clingy." He thought as he smiled, his eyes still closed as he was too tired to open them without feeling like someone had thrown sand into his eyes. An arm wrapped around him, a hand settling on his stomach. It started rubbing his abs, making him let out a content sigh.

"Mmm, that feels good." The hand started moving lower and suddenly he felt Baileys fingertips press themselves in between him and the waistband on his boxers. His smile vanished, wondering what the hell she was thinking. That thought soon vanished though and was replaced by another.

"A little lower, a little more..." He wanted to know how far she was willing to go, and right now, he wanted her to go far. His dick started to swell, longing for a womans touch and it was so damn close. He wanted to thrust his hips towards her hand, forcing her to feel it, but he wanted to know how far she was prepared to go if it was her decision.

"Just a little farther..." He thought as he felt the leg draped over his disappear. "A liiittle farther." Eddie could feel Bailey's body tense up behind him. Something was wrong, she had completely stopped moving. He pretended to be asleep, feeling her move around a little. What was she doing? Why did she stop? He could feel her body settling down, relaxing. He opened his eyes, glancing backwards without moving, only seeing the roof. He held his breath, listening, trying to figure out what happened.

"She fucking fell asleep!?" He could hear her soft, relaxed breaths behind him. "Oh this is bullshit!" He couldn't believe this. She got him all worked up and then fell asleep? His member slowly started to soften, soon lying on his thigh semi-erect as he cursed his sister for what she had just done to him. He was frustrated, but he was still tired. Too damn tired to get up and take care of it himself. Instead he shifted his shoulders, turning his head so he could look at Bailey. She was sleeping peacefully, her breath barely audible between her soft lips.

"You drive me crazy, you know that?" He pressed one of his arms in between Bailey and the mattress, pulling her towards him. His other hand found it's place on the small of her back. He forced a knee in between her legs and pulled her closer, his almost limp penis pressing against his sisters thigh. Speaking of thighs, he could feel a wetness on the one pressed against his sisters crotch.

Eddie wasn't particularly careful as he did this, but he didn't care. Right now he was frustrated and felt that sleeping closely to him like this was the least she could do for leaving him hanging, or more like standing, like that. He looked at her face again, their bodies closely intertwined as Eddie pulled Bailey tightly to his chest, her breasts pressing against him. He saw her soft lips, slightly parted, and gently pressed his lips against them. He stayed there for a while, feeling a shiver run through his body as his tongue quickly moved over her lips. He broke the kiss and put his head down on the pillow, his face still only inches away from hers. He carefully studied her pretty face one last time before closing his eyes, drifting off to sleep again.

 

[CarnivalBarker]

Bailey had no memory of how she had gotten in bed with her brother, though it was something she had done a lot when they were younger. The two had slept in the same bed at their grandparents' lake house every time the family got together and there was little room for the kids, although such times usually found a few assorted cousins in the room as well, and no lustful thoughts, since they had been much younger. But when she woke the next morning, she had definitely remembered waking in the middle of the night, while hoping that he did not. She sighed, knowing that Eddie would probably just make it weird if he did. Now facing her, his face seemed peaceful and, certainly, handsome as ever. She had kicked the covers off one leg, garnering the perfect mix of warmth from the bed and her brother, combined with the cool air from the room. She wondered how she would set about untangling from him. Slowly, she rolled away from him, onto her back, her legs remaining interlocked with his. She slipped her arm from beneath him, then slid her thigh back and out from between his legs, rubbing slightly against his cock, unquestionably thick to the touch. Her eyes got wide again and she grinned to herself.

Wow. BIG brother, she laughed silently to herself. She stretched once she was separated from him and leaned over, kissing him half on the cheek and half on the lips, enough to try and wake him up. She did it again, just pecking at him, until he opened his eyes. She pressed her chest against his, thinking nothing of it, but smiling a cheshire smile. She pressed her hand on his bare chest, before rolling over a bit, her leg returning between his as she rest now squarely half atop of his muscular form.

"I need you to take me downtown on your way to work today," she said, laying her head in the nook of his shoulder, then kissing him there, another playful peck, not even caring what it might be doing to him. She enjoyed the tease, even if it was Eddie. "I'm meeting David for breakfast since I'm off today," she said. "And since you'll be at work later, he can bring me home." She raised up and gave a sly grin, trying to hide the fact that she was screwing with his head and really had plans only to go shopping before catching a cab back home. She pushed herself up off of him, before remaining perched over him, then sat upright with her knees tucked beneath her, his leg still between hers, though sitting up far enough that it did not contact with her panties, only inches above. She tied her hair in a ponytail that had been nearby, then got up, swinging her legs over the side of the bed, running her hand through her hair to push it from her eyes, and stretching once more. Her long body arched as her back made little creaky popping noises. She popped up on her bare feet and ran her index fingers each along the hemmed opening of her panties and along the globes of her ass, which was squarely still aimed at the bed where Eddie was. She didn't care much what he thought.

"I'm going to take a shower," she said. "I'll be ready before you are."

 

[Trucken]

Eddie felt the sensation of soft kisses being planted on his face, making him groan. It was a mixture of being tired and enjoying the sensation that made him let out the low growl and he sleepily opened his eyes, blinking a few times so he could focus his vision. He found Bailey lying on top of him, grinning widely. Normally he would've been upset at her for waking him up, especially like that, but he had to admit that he quite enjoyed it. It was a nice way to wake up, and it came with a view as he looked down between them, getting a nice shot down her shirt and seeing her breasts being pressed against him. Reluctantly he raised his gaze, looking Bailey in the eyes as she pushed off his chest and moved her body to the side, only half of her frame now on top of his. Eddie placed his hand on her back, rubbing it by moving his hand up and down, her shirt sometimes sticking to his hand and moving with it.

"I need you to take me downtown on your way to work today," she said as she gave him a peck on his shoulder. It made Eddie take a deep breath, his wide chest raising up and lifting his little sister a few inches. She was being very affectionate today, and it made Eddie's body react. His heart started to beat faster and he could feel his face getting warmer as his other hand toyed with a crease on her shirt sleeve, rubbing it between his fingers and flicking it.

"I'm meeting David for breakfast since I'm off today," Eddie's hands suddenly stopped, frozen in place. "And since you'll be at work later, he can bring me home." She gave him a sly grin as Eddie just looked at her with a serious face.

"Are you messing with me? Again getting me worked up just to stop, only this time running off to let David take care of you?" He followed her with his eyes as she sat up between his legs, still frustrated with her. His member was also frustrated, having grown thicker in his boxers, a dull pain spreading through his balls as he wanted release but knew he wasn't getting it. Bailey got out of the bed, followed by Eddie's gaze. His eyes wandered to her ass, two perfect globes pointed at him, making his cock grow larger, getting erect enough to lift itself up from his thigh.

"I'm going to take a shower, I'll be ready before you are." Eddie swung his legs out over the side of the bed, sitting up behind her.

"You think I'll let you do this again and get away with it?" Eddie thought as he stood up and reached forward, placing his hands on her hips. "No way, little sister. If I'm gonna be frustrated for a few hours then I want something in return for it." He held her in place, making sure she stood still before moving one of his hands to her shoulder. His boxers had a bulge larger than normal in the front, though he wasn't fully erect. Even so his dick were just a few inches behind Bailey, being teasingly close to her. He pressed his jaw to the side of her neck and moved it backward, tickling her with the stubble on his chin.

"It's saturday, I don't work during the weekends," he said casually before moving his hand away from her hip. "But if you really want a ride..." He moved his hand back and suddenly slapped her ass, the force in it making his hand sting momentarily. "... I'll be more than happy to take you."

He gave her a slight shove towards the door, weak enough that it barely shifted her weight.

"Hurry up and get ready, I'm getting a quick shower and don't want to wait for you all day." He said with a teasing tone as he disappeared into the bathroom.

 

[CarnivalBarker]

Bailey squeaked as she felt her brother grab her from behind. His hands were strong and the act was unexpected, though she had been baiting him. Instantly, he informed her he didn't have work and offered her a ride, with a solid, hard smack of her ass, prompting her to squeal and jerk away from him, nearly causing her to jump into the air. She turned her head and gave a wide smile, saying nothing, but thinking how the lingering sting was making her tingle, and how the sharp strike had felt surprisingly good.

I can't believe he just did that, she thought, heading toward her room and, twenty minutes later, emerging with a cute, patterned top and some black shorts that showed enough of her legs to be noticed, but not so much as to be considered too short. She had pulled an orange hair band over her head to hold her hair back from her face, giving her a fresh, playful look, to go with her oversized, black sunglasses to bring a flair of royalty. The mall was a place to be seen as much as shop, and she would not miss the opportunity. She went downstairs once more and waited for Eddie, and she prepared coffee for them both. She thought about how, not an hour before, he had the nerve to slap her ass. He hadn't done something like that since they were both stupid little kids. And she had never liked it so much. As she thought about it at first, she chalked it up to them being stupid once again. But it had also infused her with need, and her body had gotten wet, preparing her. She blushed as she tried to force the thought from her mind, once she heard his door open down the hallway.

"Do you just want to spend the day with me at the mall?" She asked. "David won't really be there."

 

[Trucken]

The shower felt nice once Eddie found the right temperature on the water. While he didn't want to take a cold shower he didn't want a warm one either, especially since his body was so hot right now. It had been a warm night, a combination of the warm desert air and sleeping so close to his sister. Her little advances on him made his body even hotter, the blood rushing through his veins as she had given him gentle kisses to wake him up.

Or were they advances? It was Bailey after all, maybe she meant nothing by it, maybe she was just teasing him? It wouldn't be anything new really, she had liked to tease him since they were kids, though not in that way.

Eddie didn't give it too much thought though, instead just enjoying the cooling shower, though he sometimes winced from the dull pain in his testicles. It almost felt like blue balls, though nearly not as painful. Also, his balls weren't blue. He considered getting a quick release while he showered, thinking that it would probably ease the pain, but he didn't know how long it would take to finish and he didn't want to keep Bailey waiting. Also, it would probably pass during the day.

Eddie finished his shower, taking a little longer than initially planned. He got dressed, putting on his pair of torn jeans and a red t-shirt with the sleeves cut off. It looked like it would be a hot day and using a shirt without sleeves would help keeping him cool. And the fact that he had nice arms and kinda enjoyed the looks he got from the ladies when he went sleeveless certainly played its part in helping him choose.

He went downstairs and found Bailey in the kitchen drinking coffee, waiting for him.

"Sorry if I kept you waiting. You got some for me?" He pointed at the mug in her hands.

"Thanks," he said when he got his coffee. "Cute outfit by the way." He nodded towards her clothes as he took a sip from the mug in his hand.

"Do you just want to spend the day with me at the mall? David won't really be there."

"Oh? He cancelled on you?" He asked sincerely, pondering if he should go with her. He had thought about going to the batting cages, but hanging out with Bailey and mend fences didn't seem like a bad idea. If that didn't work out he could always just tease her. He remembered her reaction when he smacked her ass earlier that morning, that smile either meant that she thought it was funny or that she liked it, and he wouldn't be surprised if it was the second option. Also one of the reasons he decided to go with her, he... was curious. Was Bailey just teasing him or was there something more to it?

"Yeah, I'll go with you," he said, downing the rest of his coffee and placed the empty mug on the sink. "Haven't been to the mall in a while, sounds fun. Plus I get to spend the day with my pretty sister." He gave her a playful slap on her ass, grinning widely at her. He was in a surprisingly good mood today, he knew that himself. It had been a while since he felt so, well, happy, almost carefree.

They got in his car and headed for the mall, arriving there after 20 minutes or so. The walk from the car to the mall wasn't that long, but the heat still made a drop of sweat run down the side of his face. The inside of the mall was pleasantly cool though, the sudden climate change made Eddie get goosebumps and shudder.

"You wanna get breakfast first? Or is there something you want to look at first?"

 

[CarnivalBarker]

"Cute outfit by the way," Eddie said, nodding up and down the length of her body. She felt the same chill run up her spine when he had slapped her ass.

"David was never coming," she said. "I was teasing you," she grinned.

"Yeah, I'll go with you," her brother responded. "Haven't been to the mall in a while, sounds fun. Plus I get to spend the day with my pretty sister." He smacked her ass a second time and she froze, giving him a look that screamed "What do you think you're doing?" Though saying nothing, she shook it off. She didn't have a clue what had gotten into him. At the same time, she appreciated the attention. She worked to stay in shape and the fact that guys wanted to touch her did not offend. It was just odd that it was Eddie, and also that somewhere, deep inside, she felt....turned on. She shook it off once more and instead, she gathered her things, waited for him to put his coffee cup in the sink, and made her way to his car, where they headed to the mall.

"You wanna get breakfast first?" Eddie asked as they arrived. "Or is there something you want to look at first?"

"Breakfast sounds great," she said. "Victoria's doesn't open for another hour and I want to go there first," she stepped out of the car and met him at the back. "Where should we go eat?" She ran her hand through her hair, brushing it from her eyes, and awaiting him to take the lead. As they walked inside, several guys working at kiosks and in shops took note. Her legs were on display and her shorts shaped her ass perfectly. A vendor approached Eddie, simply doing his job.

"Hey man," the guy said, just as she stowed her sunglasses in her purse. "Buy a flower for ya lady.....ten bucks. She'll reward you good later!" The man offered a three flower bouquet with two red and one pink rose.

 

[Trucken]

"Where should we go eat?"

"I don't know," Eddie replied as they headed inside. "We could always go to the food court, there's bound to be something edible there." It made sense, there were plenty of different type of foods to get there, and Eddie wasn't sure what he wanted, or what Bailey wanted for that matter. Just as he finished that sentence though a man came up to him, holding a small bouquet of roses in his hand.

"Hey man, buy a flower for ya lady.....ten bucks. She'll reward you good later!" Eddie widened his eyes at the man, taken by surprise at first. Did he and Bailey really look like a couple? He thought it would be obvious to people that they were siblings, but maybe it wasn't. Usually you could tell people were siblings if you looked at their faces, there were usually similarities there, but now that he thought about it they didn't really share a lot of features.

Despite that, he felt his surprise turn to anger at the mans suggestion that Bailey would 'reward' him later, and his face showed it. Eddie frowned at the man, insulted that he would even suggest such a thing. The fact that the man had no idea of knowing that they were siblings didn't matter, Eddie was about to curse him out, sending him running with his tail between his legs.

Only, he didn't. Eddie opened his mouth to say something but stopped himself before any words escaped him. The anger in his face disappeared, instead he brought his hand to his chin, thinking. He looked at the man offering the roses, oblivious to the fact he had been very close to getting a verbal lashing. Eddie realized there was no point in yelling at him, he couldn't possibly know they were siblings. Which brought on the next thought, noone here knew they were siblings. The only ones in Phoenix that knew was David and some other guy Bailey had brought home once, but what were the chances of running into either of them here? Some of the guys at work knew Eddie had a sister, but they didn't know what she looked like, so even if he bumped into any of them it wouldn't matter.

Why was he thinking about this? Because he was still curious. Curious about Bailey's teasing in bed, curious about why she lied about meeting David. He wanted to know if it was just that, teasing, or if there was something more to it and since noone here knew who they were he could give her a slight... push, if he wanted to. Also, this man had just given him an idea to tease Bailey which would at the very least give him some payback.

"You know what," Eddie said as he reached for his wallet. "You got yourself a deal. I'll take 'em." The man smiled at him as he handed him the 10 dollars, giving Eddie the roses in return.

"You just made a good deal, man." The man gave Eddie a quick wink, glancing quickly at Bailey before returning to his other flowers. Eddie sniffed the roses once and held them out to Bailey, smiling kindly at her.

"You know what?" He pulled the flowers back, placing a finger on his chin, pretending like he just thought of something. "I won't give you the roses. No, instead you'll have to earn them." He smiled teasingly at her as he started removing the ribbon that held them together. "I have three challenges for you. When you complete one, you get a rose. However, I won't tell you what the challenges are. No, instead I'll only tell you that all three challenges have to do with being a good sister." That was a lie. Eddie had no challenges planned at all, but he figured it would bring out Bailey's competitive side, seeing each rose as a prize she just had to win. If he played his cards right she would be jumping through hoops to win the roses, and he would accept that as payback for her teasing any day of the week.

"With that being said," he continued as he removed one of the red roses from the others. "You have already earned one rose." He held the red rose out to her, waiting for her to take it. "You admitted to having teased and lied to your big brother, showing honesty. Also, you invited me to spend the day with you, showing kindness. Both of these are important if you want to be a good sister, and it means you won your first challenge." He placed his hand on her cheek, removing a loose eyelash from her face with his thumb. He smiled kindly at her before continuing.

"Thank you for inviting me today. It was really nice of you." He moved his hand to the back of her head, his fingers in her hair. He then pushed her head forward gently and leaned in to give her a peck on the forehead. He moved his hand from the back of her head and offered it to her, nodding towards his hand that she should take it.

"Also, forget the food court. I have another place in mind."

Eddie brought Bailey to a small place known as The Cave. It was far away from the food court and was easy to miss if you didn't know about it, but that was also the way the owners wanted it. They wanted couples to go there, people who were looking for a nice, romantic place to eat, not families with kids running around or crying toddlers. Even though their main focus were couples going out to dinner they still served breakfast and lunch, though the rest of the menu were still available.

"I think you'll like this place." Eddie said as he opened the door for Bailey. The lighting inside was dim, soft music coming out from the speakers in the roof. The interior was mostly made in dark wood with many green plants spread out. The tables we're located in their own 'hole' in the wall, giving every table a very secluded, private feeling. The tables naturally had lit candles on them, making the shadows dance on the walls around them.

"Welcome to The Cave." An attractive blonde woman wearing an elegant red dress greeted them once they were inside. "A table for two?"

"That's right," Eddie replied. "Could you bring two menus as well?"

"Certainly sir." The woman grabbed two menus from a table next to her. "Please, follow me this way." She guided them to a table, placing the menus in front of them as they sat down. "Would you like something to drink while you look through our menu?"

"I'll have a sparkling water with lemon in it, thanks." The waitress took Bailey's order and disappeared.

"I heard about this place from a friend at work," Eddie said as he looked at the menu. "I was here a few months ago with a girl, but... It didn't work out." Eddie shrugged as he said it, wondering if he wanted a chicken sandwich or maybe the beef pasta.

 

[CarnivalBarker]

Bailey watched her brother buy the flowers from the vendor, wondering what the hell he was up to. She listened patiently to his suggested challenge-for-a-rose that he proposed and smiled a bit when he gave her a flower and kissed her forehead. Then she broke into a laugh and rolled her eyes. She hadn't even wanted a rose. She wasn't going to become some dancing monkey for the others. But it was a sweet gesture, and as they walked to the restaurant he proposed, she snatched the other flowers from him, putting the bouquet back together, and carrying them with her. As they came to the restaurant, she recognized the name.

"I've heard of this place," she said. "It's supposed to be really nice." She let her words linger until Eddie raised the issue once seated.

"I heard about this place from a friend at work," Eddie said "I was here a few months ago with a girl, but... It didn't work out." Bailey shook her head. Her brother could be so dense sometimes. She sat her bouquet of flowers with her purse in an empty chair beside them and began to address him in a more direct way.

"You are SO frustrating," she lit in, though certainly with a sisterly tone and not scolding him. She waited for him to look up from his drink. "Stacey was way into you," she paused. "Devin wanted to sleep with you since she and I were like, twelve," she said, perhaps exaggerating. "And Rachel? You could have put as many babies inside of Rachel as you wanted." She took a sip of her own drink, just as the waitress returned. She perused the menu quickly and ordered a Cesar salad and breadsticks, then waited for him to order before continuing her mini-lecture. "You have GOT to stop feeling sorry for yourself," she said. "You will always be the superstar you always were back home, and that will not change. But you are going to make hundreds of thousands of dollars, maybe a million, and someday be in line to watch the team you put together play in the World Series, or whatever." She sipped her water. "This, 'it didn't work out' stuff is a bullshit excuse. If I met a guy like you at one of my tables, someone who had an incredible job, a great personality, and a body that felt that good next to me in bed, I would not ever have my legs closed around you again." She crossed her arms, annoyed, but also aware that perhaps she had revealed too much.

 

[Trucken]

"You are SO frustrating." Eddie looked up from his glass of water with a raised eyebrow. What was this now? "Stacey was way into you. Devin wanted to sleep with you since she and I were like, twelve. And Rachel? You could have put as many babies inside of Rachel as you wanted." Eddie frowned at Bailey and was about to say something just when the waitress returned. He didn't want to involve her in personal affairs, so he kept his mouth shut about it for now and ordered the beef pasta. As soon as she was gone he opened his mouth to say something, but Bailey was quicker and than him and continued her little speech.

"You have GOT to stop feeling sorry for yourself. You will always be the superstar you always were back home, and that will not change. But you are going to make hundreds of thousands of dollars, maybe a million, and someday be in line to watch the team you put together play in the World Series, or whatever."

"Super Bowl," Eddie corrected as she took a drink of her water. She didn't seem to care about having referred to the wrong sport though and continued.

"This, 'it didn't work out' stuff is a bullshit excuse. If I met a guy like you at one of my tables, someone who had an incredible job, a great personality, and a body that felt that good next to me in bed, I would not ever have my legs closed around you again." Eddie's eyes widened in surprise at her last comment. Sure, Bailey had always been one to speak her mind, but being that frank about sex, especially with a hypothetical guy that was just like him caught Eddie off-guard. He did have a response ready for her, but it flew out the window. Maybe it was for the best since what he was about to say would only have started a fight. Instead, he took his time to gather his thoughts, leaning back with his arms crossed, his eyes vacantly staring into the air.

"First of all," he said after a few seconds of silence, his eyes turning to hers. "I don't even remember who Stacey was. Second, Devin was too damn young and I haven't even mer her since she was sixteen." There were no anger in his voice, he just stated these things matter-of-factly. "Third, you're right about Rachel, and that was the problem. She wanted kids, my kids, and I was only a few months away from going to college and improve my game before going to the NFL. I liked Rachel, but I sure as hell didn't love her enough to throw all that away." Eddie knew it sounded cold, but it was the truth. He did like Rachel, and he could see himself starting a family with her eventually, but she didn't want to wait. When he argued that he had to focus on football in college and didn't have time to care for a kid she even suggested that he shouldn't go to college and instead get a job right away. She had romantic dreams about having a happy little family living in a small apartment, surviving on love. Eddie thought it sounded like a nightmare, visualizing how they would grow to resent each other since he couldn't get a proper job without going to college. One day he simply grew tired of arguing about it and broke up with her, solving the issue in what he considered the most effective way possible. Rachel was crushed about it and begged him to reconsider, but his mind was made up. None of them wanted to compromise, so there was only one solution to the problem in Eddie's mind.

"But," he continued, with a bit of hesitation in his voice. "You're right." He made a pause, sighing. "I am feeling sorry for myself. The fact that my career died like it did... It hurt. Hurts. Since I was six years old it was my only goal, and I was so damn close to become a star, but then I just..." He made a gesture with his hand. "... fizzled out." He drew a deep breath, locking his fingers behind his head as he vacantly stared at the roof.

"But, again, you're right. It's time for me to stop dwelling on what might've been and look forward to what will be." He leaned forward, a confident smirk on his face as he placed his elbows on the table. His body language had completely changed, it was now brimming with confidence. "I will become a GM. Teams will fight to have me as their GM." He rose up from his seat, leaning forward across the table, staring into his sisters eyes. "And I will win the fucking Super Bowl with a team I put together." He confidently stared at her a few seconds before sitting down again. "You think I was a superstar back home? Please, you have seen nothing yet." A fire was lit inside Eddie, one that hadn't been there for a while. He was done with the past, he was all about going forward now, getting where he was supposed to be, and that was at the top of the ladder. Eddie had lost his way, but Bailey helped him find it again.

The waitress returned with their food, leaving them with a smile and a courteous 'bon appétit'. The pasta was good, great in fact. They ate in silence for a while, Eddie thinking about his earlier plan to mess with Bailey. It had completely backfired, Bailey refusing to play and simply snatching the remaining roses away from him while he was distracted. Still, he wanted to do something to mess with her, or at least get her out of her comfort zone. He had one thing he could try, but he knew it might not bother Bailey at all. Still, he decided to give it a shot.

"So, what did you mean with 'I would keep my legs closed around your back forever'?" He paraphrased while looking at her with a sly smirk, putting a piece of beef into his mouth with his fork. "Care to elaborate?"

 

[CarnivalBarker]

"Well," Bailey shrugged, after her melodramatic brother finally calmed down and returned to sitting across from her. "I didn't say that," she corrected. "What I said was that if I met a guy who had all the things going for you that you did, I wouldn't be very tough to get into bed," she took a sip of her drink. "That's all I meant." The waitress returned once again and checked on them once more. "You know what?" Bailey said, turning her head to the girl. "Could I have a Cosmopolitan?" The waitress asked for an ID and Bailey's eyes darted to her brother, a silent command to keep his mouth shut, as she pulled from the back of her phone case a plastic photo card of herself that looked very much like a standard Arizona driver's license. The waitress looked at the card, then handed it back to the teenager, satisfied and unknowing of how to spot quality fakes. Bailey continued talking to Eddie once the girl left. "I mean," she paused, looking at some people passing by in the main breezeway area. "I got with David and he's no GM," she said. "He works in the oilfield, or something, I think. But you know what he did?" She asked, crossing her arms and waiting to see Eddie's reaction, if any. "He told me about a bunch of cool stuff he does, hung out with a couple of nice guys at his table and shared some stories, and he made a fucking move, Eddie," her voice turned a bit toward the scolding side. "We were at work and he ran his hand along my side when I brought him a beer, leaned in, and asked if I'd like to hang out with him at the lake." She paused to let it sink in. "And as much as guys flirt with us and shit, ALL the time...none ever make a move. And neither do you." About that time, her drink arrived and she held it aloft slightly as if to toast. "So here's to you and your perfectly nice cock spending time ALONE," she took a sip of her drink, then sat it down, smirking. "Because you never make a move." Bailey sat awaiting his response, unbelieving that she was having to give him dating advice. He had never had a problem years before, though he wasn't particularly known to be a "ladies man." She thought back to the feel of him against her in bed and felt goose bumps erupt over her skin at her next thought, which she wasn't about to reveal to him.

I'd let you fuck me.