But somehow, I liked the idea of having dinner with Molly. Even if my stupid, annoying brat of a sister would be there, too.
I just hoped Rob would behave himself and not act like a total and complete ass.
That night, I barely slept. I kept dreaming of Molly. Her pussy, her tits, her amazing smile. What was it about her that made me feel so horny all the time? And why did I want to think about her even when I wasn’t in the mood to fuck?
Was I in danger of getting too close?
I didn’t want any messy drama. Molly seemed like the dramatic type. She was immature, inexperienced, and I knew she’d never been in a relationship. Hell, getting ice cream with me was her first real date. I had to keep distance between us, or I knew I’d really wind up hurting her. I didn’t want to do that.
But the problem was, I had no idea what it was that I did want to do.
The problem plagued me for days. By the time Wednesday rolled around, I was feeling hornier for Molly than ever before. But now my lust was mixed with confusion. It was clear I didn’t just like fucking her. I liked her . But what was going to happen?
At the end of the day, I took a long shower and put on my best cologne with a clean shirt and a pair of dark jeans. I didn’t normally spend this much time on my appearance, and it was borderline embarrassing, almost like I was a girl or some stupid fag. The plan was for Rob to meet us at the restaurant, and I’d drive Molly and Rebecca over. That way, Rob could take Rebecca home…and I could take Molly back to my place and fuck her senseless. I wanted to do everything with her. I wanted to bury my face between her fat thighs and lick her cunt until she howled with pleasure. I wanted her to suck my cock until my balls ached. I wanted to fuck her in the pussy, in the ass, between the tits – everything.
I didn’t fuck girls in the ass very often. Most girls wouldn’t let me do that on a one-night stand, and I rarely got to fuck someone enough times before I could ask. But I had a feeling Molly would love it, and I wanted to fuck her virgin asshole until she couldn’t sit down for days. I smirked as I got into my Mustang and roared away from my apartment.
Tonight’s going to be awesome , I thought. Some steak, getting laid, and then what? Would Molly spend the night with me? I’d never let a chick sleep over before – I didn’t like the ideas it put in their heads.
But somehow, I had a feeling that with Molly, I was playing another game entirely.
When I got to my sister’s apartment, I knocked on the door until Rebecca answered. Half of her face didn’t have makeup and she looked stressed.
“I’m not finished getting ready,” she said. “Molly’s not home yet, she’s coming right from campus.”
“Rob’s going to meet us there,” I said. “So, we can’t be late.”
Rebecca put her hands on her hips and rolled her eyes. “Yeah, because I’m sure Rob is the picture of punctuality,” she said with a groan. “I’ve got to finish getting ready.”
She disappeared in the bathroom and I took one of Molly’s beers from the fridge and cracked it open. I thought of kicking back on the couch and flipping through the channels on their huge TV, but instead I wandered down the hall. Molly’s door was closed, but I pushed it open and glanced around. I snickered – it was a mess. She’s really a slob , I thought as I stepped inside and looked around. There were dirty clothes and books all over the floor, and the covers of the bed weren’t mad. The air of her room had that sweet smell of her body and I inhaled deeply as my cock stiffened in my pants. Part of me was tempted to lock the door and hump her mattress, smelling the scent of her sweat and pretending it was her.
“Alex?” Rebecca was standing in the door. “What are you doing in here? I told you, she’s not home yet.”
“Yeah, I know.” I smirked. “Just thought I’d take a look and see where the magic happens.”
Rebecca rolled her eyes. "Well, come on, it’s creepy that you’re in there when she’s not home,” she said. “Are you ready to go?”
“We have to wait for Molly,” I said, raising an eyebrow. “At least, that’s what I thought, right?”
Rebecca sighed. “Look, Alex…what are you doing with her? Are you going to keep stringing her along and then never talk to her again? What am I supposed to say when she’s totally heartbroken?”
I narrowed my eyes. “I haven’t thought of that,” I said, shaking my head. “Besides, how do you know that’s going to happen? What are you, some kind of genius psychic wizard?”
Rebecca crossed her arms over her chest. “Very funny,” she said. “But I know you, Alex, you’re my brother. I’ve spent practically my whole life with you, and I know how you work.” She glanced at the ceiling and sighed. “Look, I thought it would be a good idea for you and Molly to have sex so she could lose her virginity – I wasn’t actually expecting it to happen! And if it did happen, I didn’t think it would be more than once!”
“What’s your point?” I stepped closer, drawing myself to my full height and looking down at my little sister. “You thought I wouldn’t actually fuck her?”
Rebecca exhaled loudly. “I don’t know what I thought,” she said. “But…this is too much. The attention, the dates. She’s starting to think you really like her.”
Before I could think and reply, the front door opened and slammed shut.
“I’m home!” Molly yelled. “Rebecca? Alex?”
I exchanged a glance with my sister.
“Yeah!” Rebecca called loudly, pulling me into the hall before Molly could discover us in her bedroom. “We’re here!” She shot me a dirty look. “Whatever you do,” Rebecca hissed under her breath. “Just don’t say anything. You got that?”
I looked at her and shrugged. “Whatever.”