Page 12 of Conflicted (Change 3)

“What the hell are you two up too?” I flip her off and once again want to hide under the covers.

“Just getting to know each other. You ready?” She jumps up off the couch and grabs her purse.

“Hell, yes. Let’s get our drink on, big brother.” He gets up and follows her to the door but turns before he walks out and looks at me.

“I’ll talk to you soon, Mel.” Before I can respond, he gives me a wink and walks out the door. I fall back onto the couch and sigh. What the fuck just happened here tonight?

Connie and I have been at the bar almost four hours already. It’s nice here, but it actually makes me miss home more. Connie is off talking to the third guy of the night, and I feel more like I’m babysitting than hanging out at a bar. I’m sitting at the bar with my back leaning on it and watching my sister flirt with all these men. Not exactly the fun night I was looking for. I’m sipping on my third beer just taking it all in. “Hey, handsome.” I turn and notice a blonde girl trying to be sexy. She has a tight blue strapless dress on and way too much makeup. Definitely not my type, and if I’m being honest, I haven’t stopped thinking about Mel since we walked out of the house. I felt so many things talking to her. She is sweet, smart, funny as hell, and she works for the police station. Just listening to her talk had my cock straining in my pants, and I had to try to adjust the way I was sitting so she didn’t notice. One thing that stood out to me was when she told me about all the things she wanted to do in New York. I fucking really like that she felt comfortable enough with me, even though we just met, to tell me that. I saw the embarrassment after she was done talking, but she still told me. I know that she is attracted to me as much I am to her. I could see it in her face, the way she blushed, and in her body language. She kept adjusting the way she was sitting, which makes my cock hard just thinking that she may have been wet talking to me. “Hello?” I look back at the girl standing beside me and feel like a fool for zoning out.

“Hi.” I don’t want to hurt her feelings, but I’m definitely not interested, even if I am turned on. She reaches over and runs a half-painted fingernail down my arm. It takes all my willpower not to cringe; however, she did manage to take away my hard-on.

“I’ve been watching you, and you look lonely. How about I help you fix that?” Yep, I just threw up in my mouth. She’s a hooker. I gently remove her nasty fingernail and smile at her.

“I have a girlfriend.” She gives me what I think is supposed to be a sexy pouty face, but it looks like she is trying to eat her upper lip.

“Well, she doesn’t have to know. I won’t tell if you don’t tell.” Damn, this girl is persistent.

“No, I’m going to have to pass.” She stands in front of me with her tits almost falling out of her dress and puts her hands on my thighs.

“Come on, big guy. You don’t need to fuck me. I’ll just give you a blow job. Cheap too.” I smirk, and she thinks she’s reeled me in.

“First of all, I already told you no. Second of all, it is illegal to proposition someone. Third, I’m a cop, and if you don’t get your hands off of me, I will arrest you right now.” She ran so fast that I’m sure one of her tits popped out. I laugh and finally Connie comes walking over.

“Hey, big brother, having fun?” I cock my eyebrow and look at her. “Okay, so I guess you are ready?”

“Connie, I’ve been ready. I was waiting for you. Let’s get the hell out of here before another hooker tries to pick me up.” She spins around and starts hysterically laughing. I’m glad someone found tonight funny.

On the drive back to her house, I realize just how trashed she is. She’s falling asleep and slurring her words. “Damnit, Connie, how much did you drink tonight?” She turns her head with her eyes half closed and smiles at me.

“Enough to . . .” And she falls asleep, un-fucking-real. I just hope I get her drunk ass home before she starts puking.

Thankfully, I park my mom’s beat-up Toyota Camry in front of Connie’s without her puking. She is still sound asleep, so I go over and open her door. I lean in, unbuckle her seatbelt, and lightly touch her shoulder. “Connie, come on, we are home.” She moans but doesn’t move. “Connie, wake up. You need to get into bed.” She turns on her side like she is getting more comfortable. Holy shit, I’m going to have to carry her in. I reach in and put one arm under her legs and the other around the top of her back. I carefully pull her out of the car and hold her. I kick the car door closed and walk up to the house. I fucking hope it’s unlocked because I have no idea where a key would be. I stand on the porch and try to open the door with my hand by her head, but it’s just not working. I have no choice but to throw her over my shoulder and hold her like this. I chuckle, thinking she must really be piss drunk if that didn’t wake her. I use my now free hand, open the screen door,

and turn the knob on the front door. Fuck, it’s locked.

I look around to see if there is another way, but what the hell would I do with Connie. I hate to knock and wake up Mel, so I jiggle the doorknob one more time. This time, the door swings open, and a very sexy, scantily dressed Mel, with sleep in her eyes and hair all over the place, is standing there. “Shit, I’m sorry, Mel. I didn’t mean to wake you. Connie got trashed and passed out, and I don’t have a key.” I know I should be carrying my drunk sister to her room, but fuck, I can’t take my eyes off Mel’s sexy body. She’s wearing a white camisole top with no bra, and I can see her hard nipples poking out. And, she’s only wearing a thin pair of white lace panties with her top. My cock is so hard I don’t know if I can walk at this point.

“Oh shit. Bring her in.” She realizes what she is wearing and tries to cover herself, and I see her blush. I wink and walk quickly past her but turn around.

“Mel, where is her bedroom?” She giggles and leads me to it. This makes walking all that much more difficult because I’m watching her tight ass. She opens a door and turns on the light on Connie’s nightstand before pulling back the covers. I gently lay Connie down and cover her. She’s my little sister, no way am I undressing her. It’s bad enough I’m carrying her and walking around with a hard-on because of Mel. When I stand up, Mel puts a small garbage can by the bed and turns Connie onto her side. She walks past me and out of the room without a word. I kiss Connie’s head, turn off the light, and walk out closing the door behind me. Luckily for me, I bump right into Mel, still dressed the same. I am holding my hands in fists at my side to keep from pulling her to me. We both stare at each other, and it feels strangely intimate. She breaks the silence first.

“Thanks for bringing her in. It’s not easy doing that by myself.” I give her a confused look and lean my shoulder on the wall.

“This happens often?” I don’t fucking like this. She’s following in the wrong footsteps, if that’s true. Mel puts her head down, and her messy hair curtains her beautiful face, but I notice the slight nod. “Fuck.” She looks up quickly.

“It’s not every day, if that’s what you mean, but it is every time she drinks. She can’t socially drink. When she drinks, it’s to get drunk. I am usually the one carrying her, well dragging really, because I can’t lift her. That’s why I jumped when I heard the door and didn’t throw on clothes. I figured it was her trying to get in.” I have so much anger in me right now that I know I need to leave. I’m so fucking disappointed in her. She knows what it was like for us. Why the hell would she want to do that? I push off the wall and walk down the hall. I hear Mel’s tiny footsteps behind me, so I turn to face her once we are in the living room. “Keith, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to upset you, but I wasn’t going to lie.” I pull her to me before I realize what I’m doing, and we wrap our arms around each other. We don’t say anything for a while, but holy shit, having her in my arms is unreal. It feels so good, and even though I’m still pissed, my dick must not realize it because it is straining against my jeans. I’m sure she can feel it considering she only has panties on, but I don’t give a shit right now.

“I need to go.” I pull back and notice a bit of disappointment in her eyes. Fuck, I want to stay so badly and get to know every inch of her body, but not tonight. She folds her arms, covering her once again hardened nipples, and I smirk. “Don’t be embarrassed. I think it’s hot.” I turn and walk to the door but call back over my shoulder. “Make sure you lock this.” I don’t give her a chance to respond to anything. I make my way to the car and climb in.

I get back home and get right into the shower. I can’t get Mel out of my head. She looked so unbelievably sexy, and I have to believe if her nipples were that hard, that her panties were wet too. The more I think about her, the harder my cock is getting. Next thing I know, I am jerking off in the shower like a teenager. With the images of Mel in my head, it doesn’t take me long before I’m falling over the edge.

I quickly wash up and step out of the shower. I start to laugh and realize, shit, I’m turning into Young.

I close and lock the door behind Keith and lean against it. I need to get a hold of my damn hormones. It’s been so long since I’ve been this attracted to a guy. This is a small town, and working for the police department, I know who the good ones are or aren’t. The choices aren’t huge. Most of the guys I work with are married or not my type. The last guy that I felt any attraction to was someone they sent in to help with a case. We ended up going out a few times, but he had to go back home, and last I heard, he was happily engaged. My last boyfriend, that’s a different story. I thought I had found someone that was sweet, trusting, and overall a good guy. After being together for a few weeks, things started to change. He started becoming more distant, and the only time he was interested in something was when it was about work. Long story short, he was the friend of a guy whom I had drawn a sketch of and was trying to find out more information. I felt like such a fucking fool. Since then, I’ve been very picky about who I date, and it’s been hell. I am sexually frustrated and lonely. I have Connie, but I’m not that kind of lonely. I want a guy to hold me at night, to take me out, and to rock my world in bed. I hear a crash, and it pulls me out of my depressing thoughts.

I run down the hall and into Connie’s room. The hall light that flows into the room shows that she knocked the lamp over and is falling out of bed. I shake my head and go over to help her back into bed. She is dead weight, and it’s a struggle to pull her back up. I manage to get her back in bed, and I turn her back on her side. “Connie, you need to stop doing this shit. You are so much better than this.” I sigh and kiss her forehead. I walk out and head to my room. I climb back into bed and close my eyes. Unfortunately, when I do, the only thing I picture is brilliant blue eyes, strong arms, and a sexy smirk. Damn, it’s going to be a long night.

I sit up suddenly when I hear something. I look around and realize it is almost noon. Damn, I didn’t realize I was that exhausted. I lie back down, and my dream starts to replay itself. It was fucking hot. Keith and I were in bed, and he was making me come over and over. His amazing sweaty body pressed up against mine, a look of pure lust was on his face, and he was saying dirty sexy things. My nipples harden and my pussy clenches just thinking about it. Shit, I need to get out of bed and get him off my mind. I throw the covers off and go in search of coffee. I walk into the kitchen and stop dead in my tracks when I see Keith sitting at the kitchen table talking to a very hung-over Connie. He doesn’t look happy, and she looks absolutely miserable. I try to back out of the kitchen before he sees me. I’m still wearing my white camisole top and just my panties. It’s bad enough he saw me like this last night. Just when I think I’m clear, he looks up and pins me in place with those eyes. The same eyes I dreamt about all night. I can’t move. I am consumed in his stare, and I feel myself getting turned on once again. He lets his eyes travel up and down my body, and I know I should cover up or just walk away, but I don’t. I like the attention he is giving me, especially after that dream. Finally, Connie looks over, and I break eye contact with him. “Well, if it isn’t my best friend who runs her mouth to my brother.” She pulls me out of my Keith lust, and just as I am about to tell her what I think, Keith speaks up.

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