Mafia Desire (Erotica)

Tori had gotten up from her spot and grabbed my towel. She’d put her top back on, which I was thankful for-last thing I needed was to go rock hard at her naked breasts-and as she got closer she kept eye contact and held my towel out for me.

“You okay?” She asked. Her eyes briefly darted to my crotch as I took the towel, wrapping it around my waist.

“Yeah, I’m fine,” I said, giving her a grateful smile.This belongs to NôvelDrama.Org - ©.

My erection still tented the towel, but it was better than being naked. I’m just glad no one saw and called the cops one me.

“I’m gonna head back to the apartment,” I said.

“Okay, want me to come with you?” She asked.

“Nah. It’s okay. I’ll meet you back home later, you enjoy yourself okay,” I said with a smile.

Tori returned my smile and gave me a hug. My erection pressed into her stomach, but she didn’t say anything. I returned the hug but kept it brief.

“I’ll see you ladies later. Nice meeting you Leo,” I called out to the group. Leo ignored me. Hayley gave me a smile and a wink-whatever that was about. Lucy still studied me, but this time her eyes roamed my naked torso, and Vicky was glancing at Leo and grinning like a mad woman. I guess his bad mood made her happy. I gave my sister one last hug, collected my belongings and started walking back to the apartment building. It was only about a ten-minute walk and I just hoped my towel stayed on, otherwise some unlucky family was in for a sight.

Chapter 5. The trip back to the apartment was uneventful-thankfully. Once back I showered and dressed in a pair of gym shorts and a t-shirt, then grabbed my laptop to get some gaming in. I seated myself on one of the recliners in the living room, then remembered I didn’t have the wi-fi password.

“Guess it’s offline gaming for me,” I said to myself.

I opened my laptop and saw a yellow post-it note stuck to the screen. It had the wi-fi password on it, followed by a love heart and a smiley face. I chuckled to myself at how well Tori knew me, even after all these years. As I waited for my laptop to connect, I thought back on the time before I left for university. The girl I’d spent the last couple of days with was almost a completely different person, kind, caring, fun and all round-a great sister. Not the devious little tattletale I remembered from when we were kids, or even the annoying teen she was when I came to visit last. She was still a teenager, but she seemed far more mature.

I tried recalling the last time I came home. She’d come with dad to pick me up from the airport and asked me a ludicrous amount of questions about what I’d been up to. I figured she was just trying to pry something out of me to use as ammo again me. But now I thought about it, could she have just been interested to know what I’d been up to? She hadn’t gotten me into trouble for the entire visit, she’d simply followed me around everywhere and was generally in my space for the entire visit.

“Fuck…” I said out loud.

It came to me just then. My sister wasn’t trying to be a pain in the ass. She just wanted to be around me. I’d been gone for a while and she must have missed me. I felt like a real jerk for continuously trying to ditch her and generally just thinking the worst of all these years. She was the same girl at that visit that she was now, she just didn’t know how to express herself then. I’d have to make it up to her for being a shitty brother. I put my laptop aside and stood up, heading to the kitchen. After a few minutes of rummaging around in the kitchen I had everything I needed. Ever since we were little, Tori always loved dad’s home-made spaghetti Bolognese-with plenty of garlic. It was one of my favourite dishes too, mostly because it was the main thing I ate when I was a poor student. I had the meat frying in a pan and was about to add the onion and garlic to the pan when the front door opened. Tori walked in with Mike-the building supervisor-in tow.

“Hey Tori,” I said with a smile, sliding the cut-up vegetables into the pan and mixing it in.

“Hey Mike,” I added, with much less civility.

“Wow Jace! You’re cooking for me?” She said jokingly. Placing her towel bundle on the kitchen counter

. “Awesome dude. I’m starving,” Mike added. Walking up beside Tori, putting his arm around her shoulder.

I really didn’t like this guy and from the expression on my sister’s face, she wasn’t comfortable with him either.

“Sorry Mike. There’s only enough for two.” I said. Leaving no room for argument.

“That’s cool. I can grab something later. How ’bout a beer?” He asked, a stupid grin on his tanned face.

This guy was either really fucking stupid or didn’t give a shit. I didn’t care which one it was, he was leaving. Tori shrugged his arm off and walked around to the fridge, Mike-like a dog after a bone-followed her. As she opened the door, he walked up behind her and placed his hands on her hips, pressed his crotch against her ass, but I was already moving. I grabbed Mike’s right wrist and twisted his arm behind his back, turning him away from my sister. With my other hand I grabbed a fistful of his shirt and pushed him up against the wall.

“What the fuck dude!?” Mike shouted.

“Listen here dickhead. You keep your hands off my sister and her friends or next time I see you I won’t be so nice,” I said calmly.

“Fuck you,” Mike retorted. I pushed his arm up further, causing him to yelp in pain.

“Wrong. Keep your hands to yourself, or when my father gets back, I’ll tell him how the thirty-year-old building supervisor has been getting handsy with his daughter. Let’s see how long you keep your job after that.” I really didn’t know what kind of weight my father had in the complex, but I assumed since he owned the prime penthouse, he’d know the right people to talk to. There was the chance he wouldn’t listen to me, but when it came to his little girl, I was sure I could get him on my side.

“Fine, just let me go,” Mike agreed.

I turned him away from the wall and shoved him in the direction of the door. He turned on me as soon as he caught his balance and I expected him to throw a punch-he didn’t. He must have sized me up and decided he wouldn’t come out on top, maybe he wasn’t as stupid as he looked. He was quite a bit taller than me, but he had a surfer’s build-toned and fit, but not strong-while my exercise routine involved lifting weights and throwing punches. Being picked on in school had a way of making you want to make sure it never happened again. I was far from a ripped hulk of muscle, but I was stronger than Mike, and he knew it. I placed myself between Mike and Tori and held eye contact with the older man. His mouth twisted into a frown, then he turned and stalked out through the open front door. I followed him, tapping the button to close it behind him. Glad to see the jerk-off gone. I turned around, expecting to have Tori demand what I was doing getting involved like that. She looked a little uncomfortable with Mike, but she did bring him up here. I was suddenly second guessing myself.

“Tori-” I started to say, but my sister silenced me when she rushed over to give me a hug.

“I’m so sorry, thank you. Thank you. Thank you.” Her voice was muffled as she pressed her face into my shirt, it sounded like she was on the verge of crying. “Hey, it’s okay,” I said, putting my arms around her and rubbing her back.

“He’s such a creep, I never know what to do when he’s around,” she said.

“What were you doing with him anyway?” I asked.

Tori pulled her face out of my shirt, and whilst she wasn’t crying-she wasn’t far from it. “I ran into him downstairs, he kind of just invited himself along and I didn’t know how to say no.” She looked really upset, and it made me wonder what other situations she’d been in with Mike. Maybe I should go give that fucker a visit.

“It’s okay. I won’t let him bother you again,” I said and hugged her tighter. She returned the hug and I was sure she was about to break a rib with how tight she squeezed me.

“You’re the best big brother in the world,” Tori said.

“Hardly,” I replied. Thinking over the realisation I’d come to earlier, I said, “I’m actually a pretty shitty brother.”

My sister pushed herself off my chest and looked me in the eyes. “Why would you say that?” She looked almost as upset as when Mike had gotten too close to her.

“Just some things,” I said. Not only had I been a shitty brother too my little sister by leaving, then pretty much ignoring her for years, but I’d also been a bit of a letch today, groping her ass when she asked me to put oil on her back and checking out her tits and butt every chance I got. World’s worst brother award goes to this guy. She looked at me thoughtfully but didn’t say anything in return.

“Come on. Go get changed, dinner will be ready soon,” I said with a smile, motioning to the stools by the kitchen bench.

“Okay. I’ll go have a quick shower.” She gave me one of her smiles before turning and bounding off to the bathroom. My eyes were fixed on her tight ass the whole way. Close proximity to my sister had the usual effect on my body. I was getting used to have a perpetual boner since I’d gotten home, readjusting my erection before I even realized what I was doing. I pushed thoughts of my sexy sister from my mind and finished getting dinner ready. About fifteen minutes later I was serving up two plates of the delicious spaghetti Bolognese, just as Tori came out from her shower. She looked exceptionally as she walked barefoot into the kitchen, she was wearing a loose pair of blue pyjama pants with bananas on them and a white tank top that looked two sizes too small, leaving more of her flat tummy exposed. She’d also decided to forgo wearing a bra to dinner, and her nipples poked through the thin material. Each step caused her perfect breasts to jiggle, making it an effort to not gawk like an idiot.

“Dinner is served,” I said with a mock French accent.

“Smells great,” Tori said with a smile.

We took seats at the kitchen counter. I’d chosen to serve our meal here to keep it more casual–the dining room was so formal after-all.

“It tastes just like dad’s,” Tori said after she took a bite.

“Yeah. I learned the recipe before moving; it’s what I lived off as a poor student,” I replied.