My Friend’s Sister

by Bishop, K. M.

  I came up on the back porch and tried the doorknob. It creaked softly in my head as it turned and the door began to open. I couldn’t believe it wasn’t locked. In a way I was disappointed that I wouldn’t need to use the nifty lock picking set I’d ordered online, but this did make things so much easier.

  Stepping into the house softly, I closed the door behind me gently. The house was dark and quiet. It was a single story ranch style house, modestly furnished. I was expecting something more for some reason. I stood there for several seconds listening, trying to determine where anyone in the house might be.

  After a few moments, I heard murmurs. They actually sounded like moans. This was making me sick. I wanted to bolt. I could have just left and run out the back door. No one would have thought anything of it, and in fact, no one ever would have known I was even there. I did not have to do this.

  But my feet were now moving forward. I was shuffling through the kitchen and into a hallway. The moans were getting louder. I had to find out what was going on. My mind had to be satisfied. The curiosity, the must knowing had to have an answer no matter what it did to my heart or my mental state. There could not be another day like this without knowing.

  I stopped outside of a closed door. The moans, the voices were coming from inside. I could almost make out what was being said, but it all sounded very muffled. I took a deep breath and turned the knob opening the door quickly.

  “Hey!”

  The voices inside yelled in terror. I figured this might be jarring for all parties involved, but I never thought it would be quite like this. In fact, none of this had gone down in my head the way it was actually going. I felt almost totally sick to my stomach.

  There in front of me was my boyfriend Jeremy. He was leaping out of the bed trying to cover himself foolishly. There in the bed was a nude woman. She was also trying to pull the covers up over her chest as she leapt back against the headboard. Jeremy stopped trying to cover his genitals when he realized that it was in fact me standing there.

  “Wow,” I said. “So, this is what you’ve really been doing the past few weeks. You expect me to believe that you were working late every single night? Really? You expect me to believe that.”

  Jeremy was speechless. He stood there looking down ashamed. The fact that he was no longer trying to cover his erection was disturbing to me on a few different levels. He knew it was over. He’d been had.

  I stood there watching him for several seconds, waiting to see if he had anything to say for himself, but he was not responding with anything. He was just standing there very pale and sad looking.

  “I didn’t know he had a woman,” the lady in the bed said. I didn’t know her, but she looked familiar. Did she work with Jeremy at the call center? Was she a new hire? Jeremy was a supervisor there. He claimed to be working overtime on some new sales campaign he hoped would win him a promotion. That was when I first began to suspect. So, today I’d followed him after he got off work, borrowing my friend Laney’s car so he wouldn’t notice me. And then I’d waited to catch him red handed in the act.

  “Do you have anything to say?” I asked Jeremy.

  He was silent for several seconds. “Alexa, I’m sorry.”

  “You’re sorry? About cheating on me or just that you got caught?”

  He didn’t respond, hanging his head in shame as he looked downwards. He was deeply saddened, but I didn’t care. He was cheating on me. My boyfriend who I’d been with for almost a year had proven to me he was a disgusting slimeball creep. And now I was just there to pick up the broken pieces of my heart by myself.

  I was furious. I wanted to scream at him. I wanted to slap him silly. I wanted to do the same to her because I doubted that she didn’t know. I didn’t want to believe that she didn’t know and if that was the case then I couldn’t be mad at her. And I had so much rage that I had to be mad at everybody here.

  “You bastard!” I yelled. “How could you do this to me? To us? What were you thinking? I thought we had something real.”

  “I’m sorry. I never meant to hurt you. This just happened,” Jeremy said.

  “No, something like this doesn’t happen unless you want it to happen,” I said. “You let this happen. How long has it been going on?”

  “Just a few weeks,” Jeremy replied.

  “Just a few weeks? Oh, and that makes it ok?”

  “No,” he said sheepishly. “There is nothing ok here. I’m so sorry.”

  “Well, we are done. I never want to see you again,” I said. “That’s it. We’re over.”

  Jeremy protested. “No, babe. We can work this out. This doesn’t mean anything.”

  “Thanks a lot,” the girl in the bed said. “Screw you, Jeremy.”

  She started to get dressed.

  “No, don’t,” Jeremy replied as I started to leave. He was ignoring the other woman completely. “We can talk this over.”

  “No. There is nothing to talk over,” I said. “We are finished.”

  I closed the door behind me. Then I walked down the hallway and out the front door. I could hear Jeremy yelling my name inside. He was really full of anguish and sorrow. I could hear it in his voice.

  And I just didn’t give a damn.

  * * *

  “That bastard!” Kiley said.

  “You should have kicked him in the balls,” Lilly said.

  I was sitting on the roof top of Kiley’s apartment building hanging out with my two best friends. We were finishing up a twelve pack of beer and I was feeling so much better about things. I was about three sheets to the wind, and I saw a morning hangover staring down at me, but I didn’t care. I deserved this.

  “I probably would have,” I said, “But that girl kept looking at me.”

  “Was she at least hot looking?” Lilly asked.

  “Would that have made it better or worse?” Riley responded.

  “Well, if she was really hot, at least you could say he sort of had a reason, but if she was a bag then it is really embarrassing.”

  I laughed. “That’s messed up. But yeah, she was hot in a really dumb way. Like you could see in her eyes that nobody was home in there. She’d checked out a while back.”

  “That’s messed up. You should have kicked her in the box,” Kiley said.

  “Yes, I should have. I’ve replayed it over and over in my head so many times that I really want to go back there and give them both a heavy thrashing. Like, I should have beaten them both senseless. That’s the amount of anger I feel. I’ve never even hit anyone before.”

  “You’ve never hit anyone? Really? What kind of fairy tale school did you go to?” Kiley asked.

  “The same one you did,” I said. “But I do have some measure of self-restraint, which you seem to be lacking. I think they might retire your uniform on the wrestling team, even though you weren’t on the wrestling team.”

  Kiley held up her hands. “Hey, I don’t let people mess with me. They know that if they do, it’s on. You should have straight up beaten his head in.”

  “I can’t believe we just graduated,” Lilly said. “Doesn’t that seem weird?”

  “What? Your mind is all over the place,” Kiley replied. “Keep it focused on the topic of conversation, will you?”

  “Sorry,” Lilly said.

  “But now that you mention it,” Kiley continued. “Yeah, it does seem pretty weird. Like we graduated three months ago. What are we doing with our lives?”

  “I’m doing what I want,” Lilly said. “College is really unnecessary nowadays if you study and learn how to use the real power of the internet.”

  “You run a YouTube vlog. Do you really make money doing that?” Kiley asked curiously.

  “Of course,” Lilly replied. “I don’t do it just for fun.”

  “I was supposed to start college this semester, but after all those years of elementary and high school, I just wanted a break. And I wanted to have some free time to spend with Jeremy. Hell, he was getting me hired at the call center, b
ut now I’m definitely not going to do that. So, I don’t know what I’m going to do.”

  “Hang in there, girl. You will find something. You can try bartending like me. I clean up in tips,” Kiley said.

  “Aren’t you dealing with drunk, horny guys trying to get in your pants all the time?”

  “Yes,” she said. “But it’s fine. If they get too hands on then the bouncers kick them out. That’s all you got in this town if you aren’t somehow connected to the college.”

  “Maybe I’ll start in the winter,” I said. “That’s possible, right? My grades weren’t that bad.”

  “Yeah, but you would probably want to hurry and get that application submitted soon. The deadline is always months in advance.”

  “Isn’t it supposed to be easier than this?” I asked.

  “What? Getting into college? I don’t think so, or else everyone would get in.”

  “No, I mean finding that love. What is wrong with finding true love and having it be real? I’m starting to think it’s a fantasy and I should just give up on men because any man I meet is just going to hurt me.”

  “You can’t think like that. Besides, we are only eighteen years old. I think we have time to find that special guy. I know you are hurting, but don’t get drastic.”

  I knew she was right, but I’d never been really in love before. I’d never had that sweet summer whirlwind romance, or that beautiful strangers meeting out of nowhere type of romance that turns into something amazing when it defies all the odds that it ever should have. I thought I had something special with Jeremy, but I realized after I’d ended it that I’d never really loved him. I was more angry and betrayed than hurt. I didn’t know if I was actually going to miss him all that much. His actions made me feel like I wasn’t good enough. It was more of an ego blow than anything.

  “I know, but is there anything wrong with wanting to feel that rush? To feel that love that I’ve never had before?” I asked innocently.

  “You’ve never been in love?” Kiley asked.

  “No,” I said. “I’ve never had that. You?”

  Lilly giggled. “This girl falls in love at least once a week!”

  Kiley made a goofy face at her. “No, I just find something to love in most of the men I meet. There is a huge difference. I think you are looking for love that doesn’t exist. It isn’t like the movies. I don’t know anyone who has ever had that kind of feeling for someone, without bordering on total obsession. We know that isn’t healthy. Hollywood Movies paint unrealistic expectations. You can’t go by that.”

  “That sounds so cynical,” Lilly said. “I totally believe in that type of love. I think it’s real.”

  “Have you ever had that? Enlighten us. Maybe tell us what we are doing wrong.”

  “I have not, but I do believe in it. Don’t let some jerks get you down and turn you off from life.”

  Lilly had a point and I knew she was probably right, or at least I was leaning her way on the matter. I just didn’t think right now was the time to worry about it or get hung on up on anything. I was only eighteen and I had my entire life ahead of me. I needed to think about my future. What I wanted to do with my life. I could worry about who I was going to spend that time with later.

  “I’m going to take a break from men for a while,” I said. “I’ve had it. I just need some time.”

  “Ok, respect on that,” Kiley said.

  “Sure, if you need time then take it,” Lilly said.

  I nodded. “I just think right now I need to hit the reset button on things and reevaluate my life and where it is going. This isn’t working out for me anymore. I just don’t know what I’m going to do. Where do I start?”

  Kiley and Lilly looked at each other and shrugged. “Well, what have you always dreamt of doing? Any real passions or hobbies? I mean, you don’t want to get stuck in just some regular, boring job, right?” Lilly asked.

  I nodded. “Well, I’ve always thought of modeling. Don’t laugh.”

  “Why would we laugh? You are beautiful. Everyone has always thought so and you should be a model,” Lilly replied.

  “Yeah, but I don’t really fit the typical model mold,” I said with a laugh. I’ve always had the height at five feet nine inches, but I’m curvy with a large chest, and a bit of an athletic build. In high school I excelled at softball, basketball, and soccer. I’ve always felt the urge to stay active and work out as well. I love spending time in the gym. But I’ve never been waif thin enough for modeling, as most of the agencies require nowadays.

  “What? That’s crazy,” Kiley said. “You should put together a portfolio and send it to some agencies.”

  I bit my lip and sighed. “I did once. About six months ago actually. They all said the same thing. I needed to lose twenty pounds.”

  Kiley looked carefully at my body. Then she walked over and tried to pinch loose fat on my arms but couldn’t. “From where?”

  I laughed. “I guess athletic is not the right look. So, what else should I try? Any suggestions?”

  Lilly spoke up. “You should totally start your own fashion blog,” she said. “You’ve always had a great sense of style, and so many women can relate to you because you aren’t the typical rail thin model type, but you are beautiful and strong. That will give you an edge.”

  Lilly had been running her own vlog online and doing quite well with it where she did ASMR videos, which were auditory whispering and relaxation techniques. They’d become very popular lately and she was making pretty good money with it. If anyone knew about starting a video channel, it was her.

  “Um, ok. It’s worth a shot, I guess. Doesn’t that take a lot of time to see any results?”

  “Usually,” she said. “I’d been working on mine a few months in before I started to build an audience and actually make money from ad revenue.”

  “Ok, I’ll give it a shot. You might have to help me get started,” I said.

  “Great,” she replied. “I think the best way for you to make money on this is through affiliate marketing, where you will get paid commissions for selling the clothes you are modeling. If people buy them then you will get a piece of that pie.”

  She seemed genuinely excited. I had almost no idea what she was talking about, but I was going to learn. It was something at least, until I figured out what I wanted to do with my life outside of that. But who knew? Maybe this would turn out to be far more lucrative than I ever thought it would be. That was something interesting to think about.

  Whatever was in store for my future, I was going to look at it with open arms and an open mind.

  I had no idea how true that would be for me…

  Chapter Three

  Kip

  I escorted Krista into the bedroom and within seconds she was slowly undressing in front of me. I had thought we’d take our time and undress each other, but she wanted something a bit accelerated. That was just fine with me. I stood there a moment watching her remove each article of clothing, her eyes stuck on me every step of the way as she did so. Then as she was nearing her nakedness, I removed my t-shirt, hoisting it high over my head tossing it to the floor. Next, I unbuckled my belt, removed my shoes so that my jeans could fall to the floor, and then I dropped my boxer shorts.

  We were both nude now standing in front of each other admiring the body in front of us. I was hard as could be. My member was sticking out from my body, thick and ready for Krista’s warm flesh to consume me. She was amazing looking. Her body was curvy, thick. Her hips were round and succulent, giving way to a soft, fleshy backside that I found delicious. And of course I couldn’t take my eyes off her large, chest. It hung there softly in front of me, her bosom aching for my touch.

  I licked my lips and stepped forward ready to begin making sweet love to this beautiful angel, but she stopped me by reaching forward and grabbing my member in both of her skilled hands. Her touch felt phenomenal. I shuddered from head to toe and my back stretched behind me a little bit as I tried to recover from the organ man
ipulation about to befall me.

  “Oh, that’s good…” Krista purred. “Get that cock hard for me…that’s my cock, isn’t it?”

  “Yes, baby,” I said. “What do you want to do with it?”

  “Whatever I damn well please,” Krista replied with a hard squeeze. Pulling my member towards her and my body along with it, she led me to the edge of my bed where she sat down. Then without any warning, keeping her eyes on me the whole time, she engulfed my shaft into her hot, wet mouth.

  “Shit,” I exasperated. Her mouth was perfect around me. Her oral skills were something that I’d never really experienced before, even though I’d been with a lot of women over the years. There was just something about the way her mouth encompassed my package and elicited the most insane pleasure from it.

  I had to hold on to her shoulders to keep from falling over. My legs were getting wobbly as she went to work on me. Her mouth was pulling me in and out softly, yet with a firm grasp to apply maximum friction and suction into her wet, waiting pool. Her tongue slipped up the bottom of me and then flipped over the top to come back down with every single movement of her head. Yes, that was perfect… oh wow...

  I rested one hand on the back of her head and ran my fingers through her hair, stroking her softly, gently with affection. As much as I love to have hot, animalistic sex, I’ve always enjoyed the experience more as an act of lovemaking. Even if I don’t actually love the person I’m with, I like to express emotions during this extremely beautiful, and intimate act.

  I pulled out of her mouth and rested it on her lips as she pursed them to kiss me, then slipped the head right back inside of her lips. Her mouth let my manhood sit there for a few seconds as her tongue licked the underside, right against the glans, sinking into that groove under the hood. Oh, that was the sweet spot. I felt my prostate tingling and I knew with much more of this I was going to erupt an epic load into Krista’s mouth.