“You’re not too heavy, Tori. You’re perfect. You’ve always been perfect. I’ve been dreaming about the moment I could finally please that sweet little pussy of yours all night long.” I unbutton my shirt and throw it on the sofa behind me. Tori’s fingers reach to my chest, a magnet to steel. I place my hands on hers. “You’re the smartest, sexiest, most goddamn beautiful woman I’ve ever met.” Her cool palms press against my pecks. She gives them a squeeze, then trails her fingertips down my stomach, over the patch of hair that leads to my belt. Her golden eyes lock in on mine as she fumbles with the buckle. Her lips find mine and immediately, my mind paints a picture: Tori with me every day, waking up to her, falling asleep to her, giving herself to me fully.
She pulls away, eyes trickling down to my zipper. The tip of my dick pokes from the top of my boxers, already glistening in anticipation. Tori licks her lips and I about lose it, ready to release my seed all over her, right here and now. She slides the waistband of my boxers over my erection and slowly lowers her head. Her mouth is about to make contact when…
The buzzer blares.
Tori pulls her head up. “Are you expecting someone?”
I shake my head, trying not to rage at the interruption. “Probably hit the wrong button.” Tori’s shoulders relax. She licks her raw, red lips and lowers her mouth to me again, but the buzzer rings a second time.
“Fuck!” I say, pulling up my pants and heading over to the video monitor. I hit the button and the screen lights up. “What?” I call into the speaker.
“Zaid?” The woman stands up straight, facing the camera. “You’re home!”
“Don’t you have a key?”
“I can’t find it.”
“I’ll buzz you up.” I hit the button and scoop up Tori’s blouse from the floor.
“Who is it?” Tori whispers, climbing off of the table, readjusting her skirt over her full hips.
I run my hand through my hair. “It’s just Viv.”
“Your sister?” Her voice raises an octave.
“The one and only.” Her face turns beat red when I hand her the blouse, then snatch up my ownshirt.
“Why didn’t you tell me she was coming?”
“Because I had no idea. I’m as surprised as you are.”
“I cannot let her see me here.” Frantically, Tori tucks in her blouse, grabs her purse from the floor where she dropped it and heads toward the door. As soon as she opens it, she runs smack dab into Viv.
“Oh my god! Tori, you’re here.” Viv wraps Tori up into a bear hug. “I thought I’d have to traipse all way the out to queens to—” Her face falls as soon as she catches sight of my fumbling fingers, frantically buttoning my shirt up. “What the hell’s going on?”
A million excuses flip through my mind, but before I land on one, my baby sister narrows her eyes on a tiny pile of fabric. They widen when she realizes what they are: Tori’s panties, still laying next to the front door where I ripped them off of her.
7
Tori
The look of horror on Viv’s face turns to pure rage. I want to tell her it meant nothing, that we both got caught up in the sexual tension between us and that I don’t have feelings for her brother.
But that would be a lie.
“Your lipstick’s smeared.” She narrows her eyes at me. I rub the side of my cheek, hoping to wipe it away. She throws her bag into Zaid’s apartment, turns on her heels, and marches back toward the elevator.
“Viv, wait!” I run after her, nearly twisting my ankle. She stabs the elevator call button. “Viv?” She won’t even look at me. “Vivian?” I reach for her wrist. Viv pulls away at my touch and thrusts her finger in my face.
“You promised, Tori. And worse than that, you fucking lied.”
My heart falls into my shoes. “I know, I did. And I’m sorry, it’s just—”
“Oh, you can’t resist my suddenly hot brother after years of completely ignoring him?” The elevator dings, double doors opening. “I thought you were smarter than that.” I follow her into the car just as the doors close, trapping together for ten floors. My hands jut to my hips. “Smarter than what?”
Her humorless laugh turns my stomach.“He’s a player, Tori. Ever since he reinvented himself,” she uses air quotes, “he’s with a different woman constantly.”
I try to stay still. Truth is that he’s definitely hot enough to fit the profile, but he doesn’t seem like the jerk-ish player type. “How do you know that?”