Intense

“Yeah,” I said. “Router’s over there.” I sipped the scalding hot coffee.

“Good. Did you know that you don’t have a website?”

“Hadn’t occurred to me.”

“You need one.”

“Why?”

“So that people can find you online.”

I stared at her for a second. “I don’t want to be found.”

“You want work, don’t you?”

“Sure.” More or less.

“Then you need a website. How do you not know this?”

“Ever consider that I don’t want to announce this gig to every person in the world?”

“Nope.” She was tapping away happily.

“No website,” I said as I moved toward the back room.

“You’re getting a website.”

I grunted something but didn’t have the strength to fight.

I was surprised she had shown up again. I’d expected her to run away and never look back, especially after yesterday’s shit show. It hadn’t exactly gone down the way I had planned, even though I had gotten what I needed.

Instead, she appeared with her laptop and started talking about getting me a website. Maybe the girl was going to be more trouble than I had realized.

Plus, there was the matter of her work attire. Her blouse was sheer, and underneath it she wore a low-cut tank top. I couldn’t quite see her breasts, but their hint was right there, practically pressing up to the surface. Her jeans were tight and fitted, and her ass looked impeccable.

The blood rushed right from my head as soon as she walked into the room. Or maybe it was just the hangover still playing its tricks.

I stripped off my pants and grabbed a towel, wrapping it around my waist. I picked up my little shower caddy and walked back out into the main room.

“That’s the opposite of getting dressed,” Laney said, staring over her computer.

“Need a shower.”

“Don’t you ever go home?”

I laughed and grinned at her. “Sis, this is home.”

I pushed open the door and left before she could respond.

The communal bathroom was just down the hall. Inside and toward the back was a small shower, probably meant for people that commuted to work or wanted to work out during their break. I turned the water on and waited for it to heat up.

Finally, I let the warm water slide down my face. I took a few deep breaths, and between the shower and the coffee, I was beginning to feel a bit more human.

I knew Laney was right about the website. Part of me knew that I was doing everything I could to fuck my life up even further, but I couldn’t quite grasp why.

It probably had something to do with the fact that my two closest relationships from the past few years were both dead, both because of me.

I shook my head, banishing the thought. Maybe it was better that Laney was around. Sure, she was my stepsister, but when did that mean anything to me? She was fucking gorgeous, and she was the first woman in a long time that even remotely got me hard.

Which I was, I noticed. My cock was standing fully at attention as my mind ranged over the fantastic possibilities of Laney stripped down naked in front of me. She acted so coy and innocent, but I’d already got a glimpse of the real person hiding beneath all of that. She was smart and crafty, and maybe even a little ruthless.

I couldn’t help but imagine what I could do to her in that little office of mine. I’d bend her over my desk and spank her perky ass, again and again, until she begged for me to fuck her. I’d sink my cock deep between her legs, slide in and out, feel the slick heat of her tight pussy.

I’d kiss her neck, her tits, pull her hair, whisper in her ears. I’d make her beg me to keep fucking her, to make her come like the dirty girl she was.

I came then, thinking about Laney’s lips wrapped around the tip of my cock, swallowing every fat ounce of my cum.

I cleaned up and finished showering. I felt better as I toweled off and walked back down the hall, my head buzzing a bit from the orgasm. I pushed open the door and Laney glanced up at me.

I didn’t miss the look. She bit her lower lip slightly as she looked at my wet body, barely concealed by the towel I had slung low around my hips.

“How’s the website?” I asked her.

“Uh, it’s fine,” she said quickly, looking back at her computer.

I laughed as I walked into the back room and got dressed.

“Time for another stakeout?” Laney asked me as I parked the car across the street from the apartment building. My stomach was growling, and I had just spent the last half hour in the photography store getting our pictures blown up while Laney pestered me with questions.

“Yeah, more or less.” I bit into my bagel and chewed.