My Sister, My Slut
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DarkFic › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
17
Views:
32,146
Reviews:
45
Recommended:
1
Currently Reading:
3
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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
Chapter 13
Chapter 13
In retrospect, Marcus should have expected that Liara would continue to haunt him, that she would know about his living arrangements in the penthouse, and that she would show up when Kelly failed to convince him to stay away from Jasmine. He was seriously regretting telling his sister he would do nothing to Liara and her family.
He was waiting for a friend to show up and finishing some work just after midnight when there was a knock on the door. It annoyed more than surprised him that Liara was on the other side of the door instead of his friend, and the feeling deepened to irritation as she shoved past him without so much as a greeting or bothering to take off her shoes.
“What the hell is your problem?” she demanded, whirling to glare at him as he shut the door and walked over to close his laptop. She wasn’t a corporate spy, but one could never be too careful.
“Shouldn’t I be asking that? You’re the one invading my privacy,” Marcus replied as he walked over and poured himself a glass of bourbon. He was amused at the way Liara’s gaze kept dropping from his face to get a look of his body. He was only wearing pajama pants and they were hanging low on his hips. If he hadn’t pissed her off, he was fairly sure he could have had her horizontal in a matter of minutes. He held up the glass toward her. “Want one?”
She shook her head, more to stop herself from checking him out than to refuse the drink.
“What are you doing to Jasmine? This isn’t the kind of girl she is,” Liara said as Marcus went and sat down on the armchair, kicking his feet up on the ottoman. “And what the fuck is up with this piercing thing you have her doing?”
“The jewelry was a present. It’s her choice if she wants to wear it,” Marcus said with a shrug of his shoulders and a condescending smile as he nodded toward the flash of silver he’d seen while she was talking. “Nice tongue ring, by the way.”
Liara actually growled. “This isn’t about me.”
“No, apparently, it’s about Jasmine and what type of girl she is or isn’t,” Marcus said, taking a drink of the bourbon. “But, really, the type of person a woman is with a man is different that the sort she is when she’s with her friends. Jasmine doesn’t want you or Kelly to have sex with her, but she wants me to fuck her brains out.”
“You don’t even care about her!” Liara shouted, throwing her hands up in the air.
“Who said I did? I told her I liked her tight pussy and she likes to beg for my cock. I didn’t think you needed anything else between consenting adults,” Marcus said, taking another drink and setting the glass down. From the look on Liara’s face he might have to restrain her soon before she could take a swing at him.
“You are scum. I don’t know how Kelly deals with being related to you,” Liara continued shouting, grabbing hold of a lamp.
“Don’t,” Marcus said, standing up and walking toward her. He felt his jaw tighten and his hand clench into a fist at his side. She should not have uttered the last comment. Marcus could see the indecision in Liara’s eyes as her hand trembled on the lamp; she wanted to brain him with it, but she was terrified what he would do if she dared.
Another knock on the door ended the stand off for them.
“Don’t overexert yourself. I’ll get it on my way out,” Liara snarled, shoving the lamp off the end table and sending it crashing to the floor in a petty show of defiance. Marcus let out an uncaring snort as she turned and stalked away from him. She had good legs and a tight, round ass that was nicely accentuated by the jeans she was wearing. Her company was deplorable, but at least the view was decent.
“Well, aren’t you cute,” a voice from outside reached Marcus’ ears.
“Out of my way,” Liara growled, and Marcus wondered if she had the slightest clue who it was she was bullying. The Tucker family could bury her even deeper than his own if she got on their bad side. She had no idea how lucky she was, James was the only member of the family Marcus had met that had anything approaching a sense of humor.
“I always meet the most interesting ladies when I come to visit you, Marcus,” James Tucker said with a low whistle as he glanced over his shoulder at the closed door and then back at Marcus with a grin. He was a tall man with black hair and smiling brown eyes said as he walked into the living room. There was a small Asian woman tucked against his body, her arms wrapped around his waist and her head pressed against his chest as if she were listening to his heart. “More fight in that one than your usual play toys.”
“I have more sense than to take my dick out around that sort of woman,” Marcus said with a little smirk. “Welcome back to the States. How was Thailand?”
“Relaxing as always,” James replied as he fell onto the couch, the woman, Alyssa, dropped down and lounged across his lap. He rested his hand on the small of her back and stroked the bare skin between the tight shirt and the black mini.
Marcus poured him a drink and handed it to James before sitting back down on the armchair and retrieving his own. “Isn’t she starting to get a little old for you?” he asked, nodding his head toward the woman.
Alyssa gave Marcus a sharp look, narrowing her black eyes and pouting her tiny red lips, before turning her back on him and curling herself like a cat in James’ lap. She wasn’t more than seventeen years old.
“My sweet Alyssa may outgrow my fetish, but she will never outgrow me,” James said cheerfully, leaning down and giving her a kiss before taking a drink and looking back at Marcus.
James was the only person Marcus knew that was more twisted than he was. Alyssa was originally a present the Tucker parents brought back for their fifteen-year-old son from Thailand. According to the passport she was nine at the time, but Marcus was certain she had to have been younger.
“I stopped by your home this afternoon and saw your Dad and Kelly. Your sis is looking good these days, other than the limp and those marks on her wrists,” James said conversationally as he cast a sly look toward Marcus. “Your work?”
Marcus didn’t reply and took another drink of his bourbon.
The reason Marcus knew about James’ predilection for younger women, the reason they became friends in the first place, was due to the fact at fourteen James had been attracted to Kelly. And even at ten years old, Marcus knew he did not like other men looking at his twin in that lustful way. It was a very short fight and ended with Marcus having to explain a black eye to his father, but James was amused and never tried to seduce Kelly after that.
“She did tell me to stay out of it,” James said, when it became clear Marcus was not going to respond to his barb. Alyssa shifted into a sitting position and leaned on his shoulder. “Whatever it is. I told her that was somewhat unlikely, and that I would always give you whatever support you need. Of course, I would probably do the same if she asked me.”
“Did she ask you?” Marcus said.
“You know she wouldn’t, but I must warn you that she did spend a fair amount of time talking to Alyssa while I was speaking with your father,” James said, giving Marcus a pointed look that told him he was missing an important hint. “Which is why I came over here to offer my services, since I do so hate being left out of the loop.”
“I don’t need any help with Kelly,” Marcus said, setting his glass down.
“Oh, I wouldn’t have imagined you’d let me or any other man lay a hand on her. Not after that affair with the Hayden kid. I don’t want to die,” James said with a shrug and laughed as if he hadn’t been the one to cut the brakes on Hayden Penoke’s car. “You do like asking me to do your dirty work, though.”
“There’s this girl, a friend of Kelly’s, named Jasmine,” Marcus began, leaning forward. “She’s not really your type, but I could use some help working on her. I was thinking of making another movie with her as the star.”
“Another?” James asked, raising an eyebrow, and even Alyssa twisted to look at him curiously.
Marcus stood up and retrieved the burned disc of his first encounter with Jasmine, when he had sex with her at the benefit and coaxed her into saying all sorts of lies about how he was the reason she befriended Kelly. He rubbed his thumb over the top, remembering how pitiful his twin had been after he showed her the footage.
“I suppose I should show you this first,” he said with a grin as he put the disc in the player, “then you’ll understand how I’m using her against my sister and what I want you to help me do. Think your ex-fiancée when she found out about Alyssa.”
“Ah, yes, poor Megan,” James said with a mocking sigh as Alyssa moved to stretch out on the floor so she could get a better view of the television. “She never stood a chance against us. Neither did her sister.”
~*~*~TBC~*~*~
[Okay, finally introduced James. I love reviews!]
In retrospect, Marcus should have expected that Liara would continue to haunt him, that she would know about his living arrangements in the penthouse, and that she would show up when Kelly failed to convince him to stay away from Jasmine. He was seriously regretting telling his sister he would do nothing to Liara and her family.
He was waiting for a friend to show up and finishing some work just after midnight when there was a knock on the door. It annoyed more than surprised him that Liara was on the other side of the door instead of his friend, and the feeling deepened to irritation as she shoved past him without so much as a greeting or bothering to take off her shoes.
“What the hell is your problem?” she demanded, whirling to glare at him as he shut the door and walked over to close his laptop. She wasn’t a corporate spy, but one could never be too careful.
“Shouldn’t I be asking that? You’re the one invading my privacy,” Marcus replied as he walked over and poured himself a glass of bourbon. He was amused at the way Liara’s gaze kept dropping from his face to get a look of his body. He was only wearing pajama pants and they were hanging low on his hips. If he hadn’t pissed her off, he was fairly sure he could have had her horizontal in a matter of minutes. He held up the glass toward her. “Want one?”
She shook her head, more to stop herself from checking him out than to refuse the drink.
“What are you doing to Jasmine? This isn’t the kind of girl she is,” Liara said as Marcus went and sat down on the armchair, kicking his feet up on the ottoman. “And what the fuck is up with this piercing thing you have her doing?”
“The jewelry was a present. It’s her choice if she wants to wear it,” Marcus said with a shrug of his shoulders and a condescending smile as he nodded toward the flash of silver he’d seen while she was talking. “Nice tongue ring, by the way.”
Liara actually growled. “This isn’t about me.”
“No, apparently, it’s about Jasmine and what type of girl she is or isn’t,” Marcus said, taking a drink of the bourbon. “But, really, the type of person a woman is with a man is different that the sort she is when she’s with her friends. Jasmine doesn’t want you or Kelly to have sex with her, but she wants me to fuck her brains out.”
“You don’t even care about her!” Liara shouted, throwing her hands up in the air.
“Who said I did? I told her I liked her tight pussy and she likes to beg for my cock. I didn’t think you needed anything else between consenting adults,” Marcus said, taking another drink and setting the glass down. From the look on Liara’s face he might have to restrain her soon before she could take a swing at him.
“You are scum. I don’t know how Kelly deals with being related to you,” Liara continued shouting, grabbing hold of a lamp.
“Don’t,” Marcus said, standing up and walking toward her. He felt his jaw tighten and his hand clench into a fist at his side. She should not have uttered the last comment. Marcus could see the indecision in Liara’s eyes as her hand trembled on the lamp; she wanted to brain him with it, but she was terrified what he would do if she dared.
Another knock on the door ended the stand off for them.
“Don’t overexert yourself. I’ll get it on my way out,” Liara snarled, shoving the lamp off the end table and sending it crashing to the floor in a petty show of defiance. Marcus let out an uncaring snort as she turned and stalked away from him. She had good legs and a tight, round ass that was nicely accentuated by the jeans she was wearing. Her company was deplorable, but at least the view was decent.
“Well, aren’t you cute,” a voice from outside reached Marcus’ ears.
“Out of my way,” Liara growled, and Marcus wondered if she had the slightest clue who it was she was bullying. The Tucker family could bury her even deeper than his own if she got on their bad side. She had no idea how lucky she was, James was the only member of the family Marcus had met that had anything approaching a sense of humor.
“I always meet the most interesting ladies when I come to visit you, Marcus,” James Tucker said with a low whistle as he glanced over his shoulder at the closed door and then back at Marcus with a grin. He was a tall man with black hair and smiling brown eyes said as he walked into the living room. There was a small Asian woman tucked against his body, her arms wrapped around his waist and her head pressed against his chest as if she were listening to his heart. “More fight in that one than your usual play toys.”
“I have more sense than to take my dick out around that sort of woman,” Marcus said with a little smirk. “Welcome back to the States. How was Thailand?”
“Relaxing as always,” James replied as he fell onto the couch, the woman, Alyssa, dropped down and lounged across his lap. He rested his hand on the small of her back and stroked the bare skin between the tight shirt and the black mini.
Marcus poured him a drink and handed it to James before sitting back down on the armchair and retrieving his own. “Isn’t she starting to get a little old for you?” he asked, nodding his head toward the woman.
Alyssa gave Marcus a sharp look, narrowing her black eyes and pouting her tiny red lips, before turning her back on him and curling herself like a cat in James’ lap. She wasn’t more than seventeen years old.
“My sweet Alyssa may outgrow my fetish, but she will never outgrow me,” James said cheerfully, leaning down and giving her a kiss before taking a drink and looking back at Marcus.
James was the only person Marcus knew that was more twisted than he was. Alyssa was originally a present the Tucker parents brought back for their fifteen-year-old son from Thailand. According to the passport she was nine at the time, but Marcus was certain she had to have been younger.
“I stopped by your home this afternoon and saw your Dad and Kelly. Your sis is looking good these days, other than the limp and those marks on her wrists,” James said conversationally as he cast a sly look toward Marcus. “Your work?”
Marcus didn’t reply and took another drink of his bourbon.
The reason Marcus knew about James’ predilection for younger women, the reason they became friends in the first place, was due to the fact at fourteen James had been attracted to Kelly. And even at ten years old, Marcus knew he did not like other men looking at his twin in that lustful way. It was a very short fight and ended with Marcus having to explain a black eye to his father, but James was amused and never tried to seduce Kelly after that.
“She did tell me to stay out of it,” James said, when it became clear Marcus was not going to respond to his barb. Alyssa shifted into a sitting position and leaned on his shoulder. “Whatever it is. I told her that was somewhat unlikely, and that I would always give you whatever support you need. Of course, I would probably do the same if she asked me.”
“Did she ask you?” Marcus said.
“You know she wouldn’t, but I must warn you that she did spend a fair amount of time talking to Alyssa while I was speaking with your father,” James said, giving Marcus a pointed look that told him he was missing an important hint. “Which is why I came over here to offer my services, since I do so hate being left out of the loop.”
“I don’t need any help with Kelly,” Marcus said, setting his glass down.
“Oh, I wouldn’t have imagined you’d let me or any other man lay a hand on her. Not after that affair with the Hayden kid. I don’t want to die,” James said with a shrug and laughed as if he hadn’t been the one to cut the brakes on Hayden Penoke’s car. “You do like asking me to do your dirty work, though.”
“There’s this girl, a friend of Kelly’s, named Jasmine,” Marcus began, leaning forward. “She’s not really your type, but I could use some help working on her. I was thinking of making another movie with her as the star.”
“Another?” James asked, raising an eyebrow, and even Alyssa twisted to look at him curiously.
Marcus stood up and retrieved the burned disc of his first encounter with Jasmine, when he had sex with her at the benefit and coaxed her into saying all sorts of lies about how he was the reason she befriended Kelly. He rubbed his thumb over the top, remembering how pitiful his twin had been after he showed her the footage.
“I suppose I should show you this first,” he said with a grin as he put the disc in the player, “then you’ll understand how I’m using her against my sister and what I want you to help me do. Think your ex-fiancée when she found out about Alyssa.”
“Ah, yes, poor Megan,” James said with a mocking sigh as Alyssa moved to stretch out on the floor so she could get a better view of the television. “She never stood a chance against us. Neither did her sister.”
~*~*~TBC~*~*~
[Okay, finally introduced James. I love reviews!]