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.

We ate in relative silence, enjoying our meals. I was stuck in my own head again, thinking about my sister. I still struggled with what to do about the realization I'd come to earlier. It bugged me that I didn't pick up on her change in attitude towards me when I visited last and wondered why she didn't hate me for treating her so badly last time, or never coming home. I must have zoned out pretty hard because I didn't hear Tori speaking to me until she said my name.

"Huh. What?" I replied.

"Are you done?" She asked with a smile. She was standing across the counter from me now with her empty plate. I looked down to see mine was all but empty.

"Oh. Yeah, I'm done," I said, handing her my plate.

Tori took the plates and placed them by the sink before tying her long hair into a ponytail. She filled the sink with steaming water and added some washing detergent.

"You were a million miles away. What's up?" She asked as she began scrubbing the dirty cookware I'd used.

"It's nothing. Thanks for washing up," I said with a smile.

"You cook, I clean," Tori said.

Her glasses had slid down her nose as she worked, and she used a finger to push them back up, her soapy hands left a dollop of suds on the end of her cute nose. I laughed at the look which caused my sister to shoot me a mock frown.

"That funny is it?" she asked, right before scooping up some water and splashing me with it, which caused her to now laugh at me.

"Oh it's on," I said. Standing from my stool and quickly running around the kitchen counter. Tori squealed and grabbed the sink sprayer, pointed it at me, and pressed the button. I covered the distance between us quickly, but I she still managed to drench me. "

You little brat!" I said while laughing. I grabbed the sprayer and tried to wrestle it off my sister, all the while she was giggling and squealing when I managed to turn it enough to spray her. After a few minutes of messing around I finally got the sprayer off my sister and held it above my head so she couldn't reach it. She jumped a few times to try and grab it and that was when I realized just how soaked she was. Her top had been drenched in the spray of water and it clung to her perfect breasts; her hard nipples were plainly visible now and her tits bounced when she jumped. I was so distracted by her breasts I almost didn't react when she slipped.

We'd sprayed so much water on ourselves and around the kitchen that the floor was dangerous slick. Tori's bare feet slipped on the smooth tiles when she landed from one of her jumps. Her smiling, giggling expression changed instantly. I immediately wrapped my free arm around her waist, pulling her to me chest. I dropped the sprayer and used that hand to steady her. It all happened so suddenly, and I didn't really have time to think; her exposed nipples and bouncing breasts had made me rock hard, and now my erection pressed into her stomach. We stood there in silence, and I wasn't sure what to do. My brain was telling me to push my sister away, but my dick was saying the opposite. Tori was looking up at me, her glasses had spots of water on them and her skin was wet, her lips parted slightly as she rested her palms

against my chest.

So I kissed her. I lowered my face to hers and our lips met, they were as soft and inviting as I'd imagined. She wrapped her arms around my neck and returned my kiss, slipping her tongue into my mouth. I was lost in the moment as our tongues battled for dominance, her body was pressed tightly against mine and my hips rocked involuntarily, grinding my dick against her stomach. We moaned into each other's mouths. I grabbed my sister by her perfect ass and lifted her off her feet easily, seating her on the kitchen counter. The countertop was still wet from our water fight earlier but she didn't seem to care. I broke our kiss and looked into my little sister's gorgeous brown eyes, I wanted her so badly right now, and if her rock-hard nipples were anything to go by, she wanted me too. We were both breathing heavily, my heart was slamming in my chest and I couldn't think clearly. My dick tented my shorts and I wanted nothing more than to set him free, but this was my little sister. I wasn't supposed to kiss her this way, touch her the way I have been, or even think the thoughts I did when I looked at her. But I did.

"Tori. We can't do this," I said. Even though I really fucking wanted too, I had to be the mature one here.

"We can," she replied in a soft voice. Her chest rose with heavy breathes and I could tell she as aroused as I was.

"We can't. You're my little sister," I pressed on.

"No one has to know," Tori pleaded. She locked eyes with me, and I nearly gave in immediately.

"It's wrong. I'm supposed to look after you," I continued. "Not all this." I motioned to the both of us.

Her nipples were still straining her wet top and my dick refused to settle the fuck down, but I hoped I could get her to agree. Otherwise I don't think I'd be able to say no.

"Is it because of Vicky?" My sister asked. Her eyes dropped and she sounded sad.

"What?" I asked.

"You and Vicky. I know you two have been doing things," Tori replied. She didn't meet my eyes. "I'm not as pretty as her."

I cupped her chin and brought her eyes to meet mine. She really was beautiful. "You're the most beautiful woman I've ever seen Tori. You're kind, smart and funny. Any guy would be insanely lucky to have a chance with you," I said.

"But not you," she added.

"I can't. You know why," I confirmed.

"I don't care what people think, I love you Jason," Tori said with a frown.

My heart skipped a beat when she told me she loved me. I know I loved my sister more than a brother should—I hadn't always gotten along with her but the last twenty-four hours home with her had opened a spot in my heart for my little sister. That's why this was so much harder than I thought it would be.

"I—" I started to speak, but Tori cut me off.

"Could I at least sleep beside you tonight?" She asked in a soft voice. "I've missed you." I smiled and kissed her forehead. "Of course." I stepped in closer and hugged her, a hug she returned.

The hug lasted for at least a few minutes, Tori hung on tightly but loosened her hold once I took a step back.

"How about we get some sleep?" I said.

She didn't reply, but instead nodded. It broke my heart to see her upset—I loved seeing her smile—and part of me wanted to throw reason to the wind and take this beautiful girl in my arms again. But I had to think of the bigger picture, what would mum and dad think? What would her friends think?

No. This was the right thing to do, no matter how much it sucked. Tori hopped off the counter and took my hand, leading me to her bedroom. We were both still wet from our water fight earlier so I excused myself for a moment to dry myself off and dress for bed. Tori nodded and pulled her soaked top over her head, her wet tits bouncing free nearly made me change my mind completely, but I took a deep breath and turned to leave the room. I grabbed a towel from the bathroom and quickly ducked into the spare bedroom—which had become my room. I stripped down and dried myself off before pulling on a fresh pair of boxer shorts and a T-shirt. I usually slept naked or just in my underwear, but I decided it best not to stir things up with my sister more than necessary, so I pulled on a pair of sweatpants before heading back to Tori's room. My sister was already in bed when I came in. The salt lamp on the bedside table cast the room in an amber hue. Her room was identical in shape to mine, but she'd decorated it to her own liking. The bed a massive wooden structure—possibly mahogany—with a great big bedhead. The foot of the bed had two large posts on either end; it was far more impressive than the bed in the guest room.

Tori was under the covers when I came in, she'd brushed her hair and it shone in the lamp light. My sister looked up to me over the phone in her hands and smiled, it was a genuine smile—but I could tell she was still a little sad.

"Ready for bed?" I asked, closing the door behind me.

"Yeah, come on," Tori said, patting the mattress next to her.

I pulled the covers back and climbed into bed with my sister, laying on my side to face her. She took her glasses off and placed them on the bedside table with her phone, switched the lamp off and rolled over to face me. It was dark without the lamp on, but the moonlight shining through the window was more than enough for me to see her.

"You okay?" I asked.

She closed her eyes and nodded. "I'll be fine," she said in a sleepy voice. She scooted closer to me and I pulled her into an embrace. She was warm and smelled amazing. Before long I could hear her soft snores as she slept against my chest. I lay there enjoying the feel and scent of my little sister, wondering if I'd made a mistake by shooting her down. I drifted off thinking about what it would be like to make love to Tori.