Chapter 13
James
I open the door to my condo and throw my suitcase onto the ground. After the wedding and trip, it feels good to be at one of my homes. I reach for the light switch.
"Well, hello handsome," a voice says slowly. My hearts leap out of my chest.
Samantha? Has she come all the way out to LA to see me?
No, that doesn't make sense. Mallory appears in the doorway wearing a red lingerie. A lacy red thong covers her pussy, and a see-through bra holds her tits up. But she doesn't compare to Samantha. I force a smile.
"Hey," I say, walking to the kitchen and pouring myself a glass of ice water.
"I'm so glad you finally made it home," she purrs, walking toward me. She slips her hands around my waist and pulls me in.
"I was wondering when you would be back in LA. I'm glad I caught you."
"How did you know when I would get back?" I ask her, taking a long sip of water and finishing it with one gulp.
"You texted me and told me last night."
"Oh..." I trail off. I don't remember, but it seems like something I would do after Samantha and I got in a fight. "Nice." She nuzzles into my back, and I feel her soft breasts push up against me. But it does nothing to me. Maybe I am just tired.
"Look I had a really long flight, Mallory." She tosses her dyed blonde hair over shoulders.
"Then just let me help you relax. You have a big work week ahead of you."
I don't remember ever giving her a key to my condo. Mallory slips around and drops to her knees. Her hands unzip my pants and pull out my cock. She slips it into her mouth. She bobs her head and takes my whole piece. I close my eyes, but I suddenly see Samantha in my mind.
"Honey, what's wrong?" she asks, holding my flaccid cock in her fist.
"I told you I'm tired," I rezip my pants and collapse onto my couch. Mallory follows me into the living room.
God - why doesn't she just leave and find someone else to bother.
"So like are you just going to bed now?" she asks walking over to the couch and sitting on it by my feet.
"Yeah, probably," I say.
She leans in again; her hands climb over my body, and she tries to rub my cock through my pants.
"Are you upset I didn't come to the wedding?" she asks.
"No," I laugh slightly.
"Why are you laughing?" She pulls away.
"What are you here for, Mallory?" I ask her sitting up. "Seriously - why?"
She tilts her head and glares at me.
"To fuck you? I don't know though after you have all this attitude with me." I nod.
"You should probably just head home. We should stop these late night rendezvous. We tried the relationship - we should just give up," I sigh, running my hands through my hair.
She looks at me stunned.
"Are you breaking up with me?"
I rest my hands on her shoulders.
"I can't break up with you. We were never together."
She frowns and stands in a flurry. I feel like a douche bag. I sit there and watch as she runs to the bathroom and changes. I can hear her mumbling under her breath and cursing my name. I place my head in my hands and close my eyes. Fuck. Not only is the girl of my dreams mad at me but now so is my friends with benefits. But she was never really my friends, just a good lay. Maybe Samantha was right; maybe I am I a piece of shit.
"Why, James? Why are you doing this?" Mallory asks me, standing in the doorway wearing a coat and jeans.
"Just go, Mallory. You are a really nice girl. You deserve a relationship with someone who wants to commit to you."
Mallory curses under her breath and opens the door. She glares me.
"Call me when you start making sense." The door snaps shut. I don't think I will ever make sense. I mean, I am in love with my step sister. I don't think she will find that to be reasonable. I pull out my phone and start looking through the pictures we took on the trip. I stare at the one of Samantha and me on the boat. Her beautiful body underneath that skimpy little bathing suit. God, she looks so hot, and even better when she was on her knees. Now, my cock gets hard; I wonder what my step sister is doing. Did she make it home okay? Is she missing me the way that I miss her? Fuck, I would do anything for her tight pussy. It hasn't even been a full day, and I already am missing her. I stand up, trying to remove my erection which is pressing into my pants. I could text her, but I won't. She made it clear that she wanted to keep our relationship platonic. I shuffle in my bed, knowing that my hand will be the only relief I will receive for a while.