Stepbrother's Gift

Did it turn him on?

Anne must have noticed me thinking about these things, so she snapped her fingers. “Hey, I doubt he has a camera in the shower to check out his sister, so you don't have to worry about that.”

I shot her a brief smile. “You're right. I'm still surprised that he is so lax about security, though. A person could copy the contents of a hard drive before he could stop them. They'd get caught but it'd be too late to stop the information from getting into the wrong hands.”

Anne shrugged again. “It sounds like you're putting too much thought into it. Regardless, I've never snooped around, but I've never seen a desktop or laptop computer here.”

I tried to think back. I definitely saw him working on one right before he told me I had to go last time, but where had it been the rest of the time? With him?

It wasn't really important. “I guess I'll just drop my bag here in the living room and we can go.”

“You're probably going to want to put it in the guest room. Once the after-party begins, people are going to be all over the place here.”

“The after party is going to be here?” I remembered him saying something about an after party but I didn't remember him saying anything about it being here. That of course meant that people would be here until the early hours of the morning, and there would be no sneaking off for a midnight tryst. I sighed loudly just thinking about how sexually frustrated I was going to be by the end of the night.

“Yeah. Here, I'll show you to the guest room.” She led the way into the apartment. I really wanted to put my stuff in the master bedroom, but I guess I had to play the game while Anne was here. We stepped in and I noticed how sparsely it was furnished. I laughed. “Where do you think the camera is in here?”

She laughed. “There doesn't seem to be any place to hide it. I'd help you tear the room apart to find it, but I do have to get back to work eventually.”

I nodded, then dropped my bag and we headed back for the coffee shop.

Chapter Thirty

When we arrived back at the coffee shop, I heard a mic check being performed. Apparently, the sound system problem was fixed. It had taken us a little more than an hour to get there and back and the place was already starting to fill up.

“I gotta get back behind the counter, but it was really nice talking to you,” Anne said.

“You, too!” I said. I watched as she got back to the register, helping the guy with the orders that were coming in.

James was apparently satisfied with the way the sound system was working now. I saw him sitting on a stool, quietly plucking at the strings of his guitar and making some fine tuning adjustments. After a few moments, he looked up and saw me. He smiled, then put his guitar down and walked over toward me.

The way he advanced on me reminded me of when he had in his office, in his house, and then again in my dorm room. He wanted me, and nothing was going to stop him. A few feet from me, and just as I began to close my eyes, he spoke up. “Allie, I need your help to get something out of the back store room.”

It wasn't a request. It was a demand. I nodded, and he walked around the counter of the coffee shop to the back area. I walked with him into a closet that smelled deeply like some rich coffee.

As soon as I was inside, he closed the door behind him. Immediately, he had his hands around my neck, pulling me in for a deep kiss. I felt myself surrender to him, my knees already going weak as he kissed me. He ran his hands up my sides, pulling my jacket up as he did so. As soon as his hands felt skin, he looked down. I knew what he was curious about. I unzipped my jacket slowly, revealing that there was nothing but a halter top on underneath. I felt his nails dig into my sides as he leaned his face down to my ear.

“You have no idea how unfair it is that I can't take advantage of this,” he said.

I slapped his chest playfully. “Unfair? Unfair is making me wait for you like this.”

He put his finger to his lips. “No lock on the door. We can't do this here.”

I slapped his chest again. “Then why'd you bring me in here!?” I had a wry smile on my face so he knew I wasn't really mad.

He smiled back. “Because it was unfair of you to keep teasing me.” Before I could respond, he leaned back in and gave me another smoldering kiss. He leaned back and pulled away, then turned toward a high shelf. He handed me two bottles of Irish whiskey. “Carry these up to Anne and tell her to hide them for now.”

I nodded, then turned around to open the door. He spoke up one last time. “Oh, and Allie?”

I turned and looked at him.

“If you keep teasing me for the rest of the night, then I'll have to punish you later.”

I began to get wet just thinking about what kind of “punishment” he could have waiting for me.

***

I walked out of the closet just as another familiar face was walking into the shop. James' secretary from his office, Lauren, was walking in from the cold. As soon as she saw me, she averted her eyes, quickly hurrying toward the register. I knew why, of course. She was the only other person who knew that James and I had fucked. Fortunately for me, she was under a non-disclosure agreement, forced under the power of law not to reveal anything she heard or saw.