Rescue Me (Dark Desires 3)

When Rebecca answered the door, her face fell. “I’m expecting a package,” she said, sounding miserable. “Besides, you’re not allowed in here again! Not after last time,” she added, crossing her arms over her chest.

I rolled my eyes. “Funny, I remember something Mom said…about how she paid the security deposit for this place, which gives me free reign as your brother.”

Rebecca narrowed her eyes. “That’s not fair,” she said. “You’re not allowed inside. Molly’s here.”

My cock twitched and I grinned. “Good,” I said. “I wanted to see her, anyway.”

Rebecca shook her head. “You’re such an asshole, do you know that?”

“Not only do I know it, I take pride in it,” I said, grinning like a fool. “Now come on, let us in.”

Rebecca stared at me for a minute, raising her eyebrows and drawing herself up to her full height. She had nothing on me, but she did have the same intimidating blue eyes as I – we both got them from our fathe

r.

But unlike me, the rest of Rebecca was rather unremarkable. She was skinny enough, sure, but her constant habit of pushing her glasses up on her nose and her snotty way of talking was more than enough to turn off any guys in the nearby area.

“Hey, Rebecca,” Rob said, smirking at my younger sister. “You look good. Remember me?”

Well, any guys except for Rob, I guess.

“Yeah,” Rebecca said. “What do you want? Why are you over here?”

“I’m starving,” I said, walking into the kitchen. “Come on, tell me Molly has a cake or something hidden in there.”

“Jesus! Stop it,” Rebecca snapped. “You have to promise to be good, or I’ll throw you out.”

I shrugged. “Whatever,” I said. “Make some pasta, will you.”

Rebecca seethed but after a moment, she stepped into the kitchen and set a large pot of water to boil. Rob kicked back in the living room while I looked through the fridge and found a six pack of light beer. Grabbing two cans, I tossed one to Rob and settled down on the couch.

“Hey,” Rebecca called. “That’s Molly’s beer! Don’t drink it all!”

“Molly likes beer?” I popped the can open and slurped some cold suds down. “No shit!”

“Yeah,” Rebecca said, eyeing me warily. “Just be nice, okay?”

I gave her an innocent smile at batted my lashes like a girl. “I am nice,” I said. “Right, Rob?”

“Huh?” Rob turned to me, his lids hanging low over his eyes like he was stoned.

“Never mind, retard,” I said. “I was just saying how nice I am, that’s all.”

“Oh. Oh, yeah, Alex is real nice,” Rob said.

“Shut up, fucker,” I said. Getting to my feet, I stretched and belched loudly before pouring the rest of the beer down my throat and sauntering down the hall.

“Molly, oh Molly, where are you,” I called, glancing into each room as I passed.

“Leave her alone!” Rebecca called from the kitchen. “I wouldn’t blame her if she was hiding in the closet because of you!”

I burst out laughing. “Unlike you, darling sister, I’m pretty confident Molly never had to worry about being in the closet,” I called back loudly. “We all know you’re a pining dyke, but Molly is straight as an arrow.”

Just as I was about to open a closed door at the end of the hall, it swung open. Molly stood there in cotton shorts that rode up her round thighs and a faded t-shirt. Her tits hung heavily, the nipples poking through the cotton. A wave of molten lust crawled through my body at the sight of her scantily-clad frame.

“What do you want?” Molly asked.

“I wanted to see you,” I said, leaning against the doorframe and smirking. “Come on, I’m sorry about last time. I shouldn’t have made you cry.”