Billy rubbed his eyes and glanced at the clock - twelve-thirty in the morning. He jotted down the last sentence of the paper due Monday and set it aside, stripping down to go to bed. In the space of a yawn, his door opened and closed; Heather now stood across from him, dressed in her silky robe.
"What the...? What do you want?" Billy asked, smiling inwardly as he felt the jealousy flowing off his sister.
"I want to know. Did you, or did you not, fuck my friend?" Billy glanced out the window. Diana's lights were out and the blinds were closed.
"What if I did?" Billy stood his ground, challenging his sister who always got her way.
"Oh, I'd so kick your ass," she retorted. Something in her stance changed. Her eyes didn't look quite right. He decided to press his luck and see what happened.
"Okay, then. Yeah, Diana and I had sex. I fucked her. I fucked her pussy, I fucked her ass, I fucked her face. And she got off on all three." He pressed images of the acts into Heather's mind as he stepped closer. The air carried a faint hint of Heather's arousal.
"Oh, I'm gonna....." Heather started.
"....Fuck me so she doesn't have one up on you?" Billy finished, pressing the statement as an idea into Heather's mind. He noticed her eyes flick toward his crotch. He moved ever closer, stopping at less than arm's reach from his slutty sister. Her arm twitched as if she wanted to strike him. "Guess I was right. You're just a slut."
"I am not just a slut!" She hissed violently. "Just because a girl likes sex does not mean she's a slut!" Billy went into her mind and drew up her memories, counting the number of partners she'd had.
"You've fucked almost twenty guys and about a dozen girls. That doesn't make you a slut? You took on five at once, for fuck's sake!" She glared angrily back at him, her hands balling into fists. Billy pressed images of his encounter with Diana into her mind. Her hands shook and her eyes began to water. Billy dove through the layers of her thoughts and found the source, finding himself not nearly shocked as he should be. Heather's mind held a long-standing sexual desire for him, exasperated by a feeling of jealousy toward Diana for having already had sex with him.
The mental exposure triggered another change in Heather. Her eyes became hard and lustful. Her hands slackened. Her quivering lip settled. She took a deep breath and grabbed the belt of her robe and untied it, shrugging the soft fabric off her shoulders and onto the floor.
"Okay, Billy. Let's put this out in the open. I want to fuck you." |