Of How It Began

On that particular day the summer heat was especially grueling. It seemed he always had the worst timing when scheduling these jobs, but he needed this done quickly in order to get home on time today. It was not his largest project by far, but still demanded respect in it’s size and the sheer amount of work to be done. As the noon sun began to set in it’s place, ushering away another scorching southern morning, it seemed a fitting time to take his first break and let his equipment cool down if only for a moment. He let himself in through the back door that connected the kicthen to the deck. It was not unusual for clients to leave at least one way of access to their premises open for him as an escape from the elements.

The old house was silent save for the barely audible music of the windchimes on the front porch and the soothing hum of the refrigerator, beckoning him forward to quench his thirst. He made his way to it then, mouth watering for a drink barely able to contain his excitement. The door in hand ready to take what he had been longing for all morning he froze, there it was..unmistakable and familiar, yet still so foreign to him. It was a sound he now realised had become a recurring theme whenever he did this job and it had lately begun to perplex him, though he dared not confirm his suspicions as to it’s origins. That low, steady hum. The soft, sultry moan which followed in quick short burts. Always they tormented him, always calling to him..urging disregard of his better judgement…he turned away from it, bringing his focus back to the task at hand. Quench your thirst and get back to work. It’s always best to leave such thoughts in the dark places from where they reside. Quench your thirst and get back to work. Then the footsteps, subtle and with purpose echoing throughout the stillness of the house, and the agonizing squeak of her door being opened slightly. He listened intently now, envisioning her gracefully  retreating back from where she came and without missing a beat the sounds came pouring out through the opening…louder now and with purpose, the hum filled his head with thoughts..the moans grew with each phase, coursing through the silence, daring him to explore their cause.

He moved towards the stairs in a trance, not knowing whether he could stop the events that seemed to have been set in motion..or even if he cared to. The entrance gave only the faintest glimpse of what lay beyond the door, and the thought that such a small opening could be so inviting..so alluring..started the chemical reaction. It came on sudden and without thought, hard and raging..the trembling, the dryness in the back of his throat that betrayed the drink he had so eagerly enjoyed just moments ago. He reached the door after what seemed like an eternity, his obvious presence having an immediate effect. The moaning intensified now, frantically calling to him..he could not find the strength to turn away from it.

She met his gaze, one hand massaging her firm supple breasts..while the other, now finished with her plaything gently teased between her smooth long legs..glistening wet in anticipation and eager it seemed to reap the rewards of her not so subtle preparation. She smiled at him then..that coy mischievous smile he had seen in quick uncertain glances before, whether at the look of longing and bewilderment that cemented onto his face or the uncontrollable throbbing evidently playing out in his jeans. He could not deny what he wanted, and she didn’t care to refuse him. Her hand slipped away gently to tussle her hair, revealing her opening.. glistening wet and blushing from her touch. Her legs gently parted beckoning him and his trance was finally broken.

Fear and excitement raced through his veins, threatening to overwhelm his every senses. Poised atop her, outstretched but still refraining that final touch he remained hesitant…filled with doubt and an insatiable longing…the intense heat emanating from between her thighs daring him to fulfill his every desire. They remained suspended in this moment for what seemed an eternity..and then..with a firm, yet soft grip she reached up to him, her lips meeting his..and pulled him inside her……He pulled away slightly to meet her gaze, and therein found confirmation of what he had known the moment he entered her…his relationship with his sister would never be the same…

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