So porn it was. At least until he could find a nice piece of ass.
Rafael was nowhere to be found, but a note was taped to the case of beer in the fridge where Parker was sure to find it.
Sorry, man. I’m pulling the weekend shift at the station. Won’t be home till Monday. DON’T FORGET Alex’s place was trashed last week in the storm, so she’s coming over tonight to stay for a while. BE NICE, you dick. I mean it.
-Rafe
“God!” Parker let out a low groan. Sometimes it sucked having a firefighter for a best friend, especially when said firefighter had a sexy little sister who was a complete bitch. He mentally prepared himself for the semi-permanent hard-on he would be sporting for the rest of the week.
Just then the front door slammed shut and he could hear heels clicking on the tile floor. Speak of the devil.
“Rafee!” The little vixen called.
“Hello, bitch,” he said in the nastiest voice he could muster.
“Parker.” Her scowl did nothing to make those sweet lips of hers less attractive. She licked them nervously in a way that had him reaching for another beer bottle. “What are you doing here?”
He scowled back. “I live here, princess.”
“I know that.” She rolled her eyes. “It’s just that Rafe promised me he would keep you on a leash while I was here. Now, come on. I need help carrying my things. Just go out to the car and…”
It took a total of two point five seconds of the “princess,” as Parker so often dubbed her, complaining constantly before he retreated to his room. Time to regroup, he decided, knowing he wouldn’t last another minute without grabbing her tiny waist, dragging her close, and kissing her senseless to shut her up.
This was going to be a long weekend.
Alex, glad to have the temporarily dick-free apartment to herself, decided she might as well get comfortable. After dragging her crap-load of luggage into Rafe’s room, she dug through the boy-infested cabinets to find something edible for dinner.
“Hey, dickhead!” She banged on Parker’s door when the food was done. “Come out if you don’t want to starve in there.”
“What was that?” The door swung open to reveal the half-dressed best friend of her brother. Whereas before he had been in working clothes, he was now stripped down to his boxers. “Were you thinking about my dick again, princess?”
She choked a little. “Please. You have more dick in your personality than you do in your pants, you bastard."
“What would you know about my dick?” He laughed.
“Nothing, thank the Lord. Now put some clothes on and come out.” He came out. But he didn’t put on any clothes, which, thinking back, was actually a really big mistake on his part. He plopped himself down on the couch with a plateful of Alex’s food.
“Hey, that was mine!” she protested. “Get your own.”
“Finders keepers,” he mumbled through a mouthful of spaghetti.
“What are you, five?” she complained. Though every fiber of her being told her he was a grown man. Especially now, when he was sitting in front her shirtless. She grabbed a plate and sat on the couch next to him, trying not to watch the way his stomach muscles rippled when he swallowed.
He pretended to be too engrossed in his food to notice the way her eighteen year old breasts pushed up from the low-cut dress she was wearing. Why, he asked himself, were eighteen year old girls allowed to wear such provocative clothing? Why too, he felt the need to add, did he find her body so much more attractive than any of the women he had been with lately?
She had no idea the thoughts he had about her. No idea that he spent his nights jerking off to thoughts of her writhing beneath him. She was completely and utterly clueless, which is exactly why she said what she did next.
“I want to watch a movie,” she announced, putting her plate down on the coffee table. A couple of strides had her across the room and opening up the DVD cabinet beneath the giant flat screen TV.
“Don’t—” he insisted suddenly, a wad of spaghetti falling out of his mouth.
“Well that was cute.” She laughed, ignoring him. Pulling out the boys’ DVD collection, she scanned the titles. And frowned. Most of them actually didn’t have titles. Sure there were James Bond and Saw movies, but there were also a bunch of nameless DVDs.
“What are these?” she asked, holding one up for Parker to see.
“Nothing!” he blurted much too quickly.
She wasn’t too suspicious. Parker acted strange all time in her presence. She kept flipping through until she found a couple with…er, interesting names like Pussy Party and Busty Babe Gets Jizzed, and the significance of the unlabeled discs finally dawned on her.
“Oh my God! Parker, you slut!”
“I told you not to look,” he reminded her. For once, he was actually glad for his man-whore reputation. At least it hadn’t dawned on Alex that a good number of those DVDs could (and did) belong to her brother. If she looked at any of the homemade tapes, she might just die.
Suddenly, her eyes met his and she bit her lip nervously. The sight of the object of his fantasies standing there in kitten heels and low cut dress, clutching half of his porn collection, had blood rushing to his cock. And when she bit her lip like that, all bets were off. His shorts started to tent.
He cursed the fact that he hadn’t dressed before leaving his room.
Her teeth released that plump red lip and the next words she spoke were ones he’d never dreamed of hearing. “Let’s watch one,” she whispered.
“Whi—” his voice cracked. “Which one?”
She bit her lip again and perused the titles before carefully pulling one from the stack and putting it in. “I’ll surprise you.”
She kicked off her heels and went to turn off the light before hitting play. On the couch, she sat a little too close for comfort. Parker was an absolute bastard, this she would tell you in a heartbeat. But he was also the hottest guy she had ever laid eyes on, and for the first time, she had the feeling that he found her attractive as well. Glancing down at the bulge in his pants, she grinned. Time for a little payback.
They heard it before they saw it. Long, wet slurping sounds. It was the sound of a tongue swiping over a wet pussy. “God.” Parker groaned. How did she know? How could she possibly know that this was his favorite one?
If his cock hadn’t already been rock hard, it would be now. It was pulsing, aching. It was a constant reminder that he needed her. He needed the feel of her tight little pussy wrapped around his thick dick. He needed to bury his face in that creamy mess.
The picture appeared on the screen suddenly. It was one fuckhot Hispanic woman (who looked a heck of a lot like the eighteen year old sitting beside him) dressed in a schoolgirl uniform. She was laid out over a desk, her shaved pussy spread wide for all to see. Kneeling between her legs was another girl. The second one was blonder, more voluptuous, but the first would always be Parker’s favorite. As they watched, the second girl’s tongue darted out to slide between the schoolgirl’s pussy lips, tickling her clit, and causing her to squirm. The Hispanic girl let out a low moan of appreciation.
“That’s enough,” a masculine voice ordered off-camera.