Ground Rules

Fuck. I woke up late. I laid in bed staring at the clock for a few seconds. Oh, whatever. It’s not like we have much to do at work.

Hmm. It’s been 12 hours already. I looked down at my raging hard cock. I never got this hard in the morning. I chuckled as Lily came to mind.

I encased my cock inside my grip thinking only about Lily’s perfect body. I was glad to see she that she had developed some curves in the years since I had seen her. Soft in all the right places. I stroked myself a little faster, thinking about her sexy body wrapped around mine.

I stopped.

I’ll be late if I kept thinking about Lily. I threw on some sweats and a white tank top and made my way to her room. I knocked on the door, but there was no answer. The door creaked as I opened it. Lily was wearing the same outfit she had on yesterday. I guess she fell asleep as she unpacked. I looked around the room and it still looked empty even with most her things unpacked. She moaned as she adjusted her sleeping position.

Shit. Did I wake her?

She pulled her blanket over her, exposing a vibrator at the edge of the bed. Oh. I wonder who she chose to help her with the job. Maybe she thought of me. I got an instant erection from thinking of Lily moaning my name.

“Please, Nate…” She begged in my mind. I interrupted my own thoughts. I don't have time for this.

I closed the door and went to the kitchen to prep for breakfast. I know I’ll be late, but it’s the first time in years. I couldn’t pass up an opportunity to tease my little sister.

I placed the bacon next to the eggs. All I had to do make was my shake. I knocked on Lily’s door, this time making sure she woke up.

“Breakfast is ready, Lily!” I banged on her door again. “Wake Up!”

She let out a loud moody grunt. She was struggling to get out of bed.

I had come up with the perfect way to tease her. I put my phone on vibrate mode and put a reminder every minute for the next 15 minutes. I placed the food and my phone on the table. All I need now is Lily.

Lily dragged her feet to the table like a zombie. Somehow, she still looked fuckable even with her smudged raccoon makeup she had forgotten to remove.

She rubbed her eyes, “You eat in the morning?”

“Yes?” I arched my eyebrows.

She sat down next to me and looked at the food in front of her. She was so confused.

“You, okay?”

She looked at me, she was a hot sexy mess and she didn’t even know it, “I haven’t eaten breakfast food for about... a year. Especially not in the morning.”

“Wha- really? You know breakfast is the most important meal?”

Even in college, I had never skipped breakfast. But then again, I didn’t really skip any meals in college.

“Yeah.” She said poking at the food like it was something she had never eaten before. “So, is this like an everyday thing?”

“Eating? Yeah, I think so.” I gave her my most sarcastic tone. “I was told from a young age that we need to eat. Or else we die.”

“Ha ha. I mean, do you cook breakfast every morning?” She poked her fork into the eggs and had a bite and hummed her approval at the taste.

“Yeah, pretty much. I love to cook, and I love to eat. So, it’ll be a daily thing.”

We ate in silence until my phone started to vibrate every minute. She looked at my phone, and then went back to her food.

Buzz!

A smile spread across my face. I know it was a stupid plan. I know it was childish, but I’m sure I’ll get a good reaction from her.

“You sure are popular?”

“It’s just a reminder.”

I got up and went to the blender to make my morning shake. I heard my phone buzz three more times. Her eyes darted toward the phone giving it a hard stare. I knew she could see the reminder title.

“Why is your phone reminding you to Buzz?” She had a conflicting look on her face. A mixture between confusion and worry.

“I just like it when my phone vibrates.” I smug smile approached my face. “Sometimes I let it vibrate all night long until I’m tired.” I went closer to her and whispered, “You know, like your special phone.”

She looked at me, only a few inches away from my face. I could see the gears turning in her head while she tried to figure you what I said.

The gears clicked.

“NO! How did you know? Oh my god. Did you hear me last night???” She jumped out of her chair, her cheeks burning up. Her eyes filled with shame and embarrassment.

I couldn’t help but to laugh at her reaction.

“I went into your room this morning to see if you were awake and it was on your bed.”

Lily appeared to be relieved, but her emotions were shifting.

“I’m just teasing you!” I said chuckling again. “Sit down and finish your breakfast.”

She sat down, but not without pulling in her chair with attitude. I guess I deserved that. I pulled her closer to me hugging her into my side. “I have a lot of brotherly-teasing I need to give you.”

“We need ground rules!” she slapped the table. She aggressively pushed me away, rejecting my embrace.

Fuck. I might have taken it too far.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to laugh. You looked so cute when you jumped up. You know I’m just playing, right?”

Her eyebrows met in the middle. “We need some ground rules,” she repeated in a more serious tone.

I sighed. It was a good idea. We needed to make rules so we don’t push the limits. More specifically, so I don’t push the limits.

“What do you have in mind?” I asked firmly.

“You're not allowed in my room. I know you’re paying the rent, and thank you, but I need my privacy.” Even when she was mad, she still needed to be polite.

“Okay. Done.”

“No more calling me cute or adorable or whatever. It just feels wrong with you being my stepbrother and all.”

I hesitated. “Okay?” It seemed reasonable enough.

“Do you have any rules?” Was she really asking me this?

My mind could only go to one rule. “You are not allowed to bring guys over.”

“What? Really? So, if I get a boyfriend, I can’t have him over?” She pouted angrily.

I got up from my chair. “My house my rules.” My jaw tightened.

I was still upset at her second rule. I don’t see a problem with calling her cute or adorable or sexy. I would call her fuckable if she allowed me. It’s not like she’s my real sister.

“So, you can bring any girl over you want to fuck, but I can’t bring one guy?”

“Yep.” I turned on the sink.

“Why?”

I looked over my shoulder. She crossed her arms, which instantly pushed up her breasts. God dam. My cock throbbed growing ever so slowly.

“Listen, you can go over the guy’s house, but you can’t bring them here.” I tried to think of a real reason so she would stop questioning me. “I have important information in my office so I don’t want strangers in my house.”

“So, the girls you bring home aren’t strangers?” Her sass levels increased.

I hide my grin from her quick reply. Smartass. I guess this was fast thinking from living with her mother. She was always asking questions.

“You can either follow my rules, and live here rent free, or you can pay your half of the rent.”

“Fine. What is it?” Lily looked me dead in the eyes confidently.

“$2,100 for rent and $350 for utilities.”

She froze. She wasn’t expecting those numbers. I could see her trying to figure out how she would make that money. But she had no job, no potential interviews and she still had student loans to take care of. She would be crazy to call my bluff.

She sipped her water, clearing her throat. “Okay.” She sipped her water again, but this time with defeat.

“Done. No guys over.”

And just like that, I got what I wanted.  

“Good girl.”

There was a moment of silence between us as she finished her breakfast.

“Also, just so you know, two days a week I work from home. Tuesday and Fridays.”

She looked at the time, “It’s Wednesday. And it’s 8:45. When do you start work?”

“8:30.”

“Oh. So, you’re late.” She tilted her head.

“It’s whatever. It’s been years since I’ve been late. It’s not that big of a deal.” I said while walking to my room. “I need to get ready so, please, wash your dishes.”

She moved toward the sink. I loved seeing her follow my command. Even if it was a meaningless one.

My phone vibrated. It was a text from Mike.

Bro, where are you?

I texted back.

I’m late. Be there in 30 mins. -Nate.

I hopped into the shower, washed, rinsed, and then hopped back out. I styled my hair giving it a messy, effortless look. I walked over to my closet and looked at the dozens of suits I could choose from. I went with my favorite navy blue fitted Italian suit, which always seemed to turn heads. Maybe my little sister will take another picture of me. I chuckled to myself. I got out of my room and Lily trying to figure out how to turn on the TV.

“Why do you have four remotes?” She said angrily while trying to press the power button for the Blu-ray player.

She looked over at me and did a mini double-take. I saw her blush even though she turned toward the TV to hide it.

Yep. I still got it.

I fixed my tie and walked over to her, picking up the remote for the TV. She sniffed the air as I approached, inhaling my cologne. I heard her sigh. She probably didn’t even mean to do it, but my ego flared just a little.

“This is the TV remote. The one you’re holding is for the Blu-ray player.” I picked up the other two remotes. “This is for the fireplace. And this is for the speakers.”

She was still blushing, and she was trying so hard not to look me in the eyes.

“You got it?” I asked her to make sure.

“Mmm-hmm.” She nodded while I passed her the TV remote.

“I’ll be home around 5 or 6. You can finish unpacking your “Misc.” box.” I winked at her suggestively and started to turn a different shade of red. The embarrassed shade of red.

“Here’s $50 if you need it.” I placed the money on the small table next to the couch.  

I walked toward the door, knowing that her eyes were following me.

I looked over and jokingly said, “Goodbye, sweetheart.” Already, breaking the second rule.  

She scrunched up her face.