Hidden desires and feelings made it better – 01

Having my own entrance, and exit into the downstairs area I now called “My apartment”, I really had no reason to disturb, or bother them either. As such, I had made plans to spend the evening with Debra anyway, and thus not only stay out of the way, but likewise, stay away from any temptations either.

Debra lived about thirty minutes away, and I was halfway there when the phone rang. I quickly pulled over in order to answer her call, seeing by the ID who it was.

“Oh Steven! I’m so sorry baby, but they’ve called me into work to cover a shift tonight. One of the girls called in sick, and Stan can’t find anyone else to replace her on such short notice. He’s even offered to pay me double, if I’m willing to come in tonight.”

I knew there was no point in trying to change her mind, or even in showing my obvious disappointment. Debra, like everyone else, had to scrape together whatever money she could to supplement the partial scholarship she was on. Double pay was just way too much money to turn down.

“I understand,” I said, trying to sound just like that. “Maybe tomorrow?”

“Sorry honey…I work tomorrow too. Maybe sometime next week?” And with that, we said our good-byes as I turned the car around, heading for home.

Little did I know what awaited me when I did.

**

One more annoyance. There were two cars parked in the driveway, and another out front. Meaning that I had to park almost two houses away myself. I walked up the drive and then down the short flight of steps into my room entering through the old basement doorway, which only I now had a key to. Already I could hear the sound of music, and laughter coming from upstairs in the front-room kitchen area. It was going to be a long, long night ahead. I was already feeling a little pissy as it was with my own plans for the evening being canceled and all.

Giving thought perhaps to turning on my own music, just loud enough to be in competition with Stacy’s until realizing that, that was apt to have the neighbor’s calling to complain. Something that mom wouldn’t have been too happy about hearing about…so I tossed that idea. The next one seemed more appealing however, especially as I said…I was feeling a bit put out, and needed something to compensate for it. I figured perhaps catching a glimpse of my sister’s friends wearing “whatever” might save the evening for me after all.

Turning out all the lights downstairs, I stealthily made my way upstairs towards the kitchen area. Mom had taught Stacy and I both long ago, to turn out the lights in whatever room we’d been in, once leaving it. It had been a rule we’d simply adhered to ever since. And as such, I could see through the opening in the door leading up from downstairs into the kitchen area that the lights there were off. Though a faint light did show from beyond there.

I knew then that the girls most likely were in the main living or family room, which was large enough to accommodate all of them, especially if they were indeed, “having a party”. Once again, the sound of music, laughter and conversation told me that it was highly doubtful anyone would hear me entering from the basement area. And I had one other advantage as well.

There was a short hallway that led from the kitchen living room area, next to the stairs leading upstairs towards the bedroom areas. Long ago, this hall led to dad’s private office, now moms. So no one except for her, had any reason whatsoever for being there. If I could make it into the hallway, behind the alcove and the stairs, I’d be home free basically.

Once into mom’s office, I could easily crack open the other door, which led into the front room area where Stacy and her friends were. With luck, no one would notice, and even if they did…I had a back way of escape…(hopefully) though the odds were with me, especially sitting there in the dark. Which I soon was.

I had a clear and totally unobstructed view into the room. Oh boy did I. Even better than I could have hoped for, or even imagined. As expected Stacy, along with her friends, (four of them) were dressed rather skimpily I might add. Only one of which was actually wearing pajamas though it was evident even then, that Amber wasn’t wearing a bra, and that she had perhaps the largest set of tits amongst all the girls, with Angela a close second.

Angela in fact wears a somewhat sheer (more of a hint at what lay beneath) than actually seeing…but enough to certainly make things interesting, kind of a nightgown on. Then there was my own sister of course, wearing what she usually did, nothing more than a pair of panties and one of my old “wife-beater” tee-shirts, though why she did…never ceased to amaze me for some odd reason.

I recognized one of the other girls, Barbra, though everyone called her “Babs” for some reason. She too was pretty, and tall…and she was also nearly flat chested. I think I actually had more “man-boob” than she had “women boob”, though by the looks of things, she had really large nipples, which I could easily see pressed against the tight fitting tee shirt she was wearing.

The last girl I had only seen and met once. And to be honest, I didn’t really know what to think or make of her. Though obviously athletic, she was more of a plain-Jane. I might have called her attractive even though she wore little or no makeup at all. She also wore her hair really, really short. Which hinted to me at least something else. But…she was obviously friends with all the other girls either way, so I didn’t really think too much more about it. As I recalled, though even then not too sure…I think Stacy had introduced her to me a while back as “Bobby.”

The girls were just then forming a circle there on the floor. Off to one side there was a gallon bottle of tequila, a bowl filled with fresh limes cut in slices, along with a saltshaker and several shot glasses, one of which sat in front of each girl, and was currently filled.

“Ok, so what’s this again we’re doing?” Bab’s asked my sister.

“We’re playing a game called, naughty, nasty, naked,” she giggled. I noticed then that Stacy had one of those big fuzzy, furry dice. The kind I used to see hanging from the mirrors in people’s cars maybe. Though only one. Black with white spots on it. “Here’s the rules,” she stated. “Everyone has a number, and we all take turns rolling the dice. Whosoever number comes up on the dice, then they have to first tell a naughty story. If their number comes up again, then they have to tell a really nasty story, or shared experience. The third time…they have to get naked!”

And though there was some nervous laughter initially, it seemed as though everyone was up for playing the game.

“Hey…what happens if we roll a six?” Amber asked. Obviously there were only five of them.

Stacy held up her shot glass. “Roll a six, everyone takes a drink!”

“Well, this could get interesting in a hurry,” I thought, repositioning myself slightly so as to settle in for a bit. This was apt to turn out even better than I’d thought.

Stacy rolled first. Sure enough, a six. Great way to start. Everyone takes a drink, passing the limes and salt in turn. I knew my own sister. If they kept this up all night, she’d be blotto in no time.

Amber rolled next, getting a two, which meant that Angela had to tell a naughty story or so it seemed.

“And it has to be a real one, a real story…not just something made up,” Stacy admonished her. She sat thinking for a moment, until Amber prodded her along.

“Tell me about what you told me,” she teased wickedly. Even from here I could see color come into Angela’s cheeks. She even glanced over towards my sister.

“Spill it,” Stacy challenged. “No way you’re getting out of it now!” She demanded.

“Ok, ok.” Angela began, still blushing, but willing to go along. “There’s no use denying that I’ve sort of had the hots for Steven.”

“Oh really? What a surprise,” my sister deadpanned. “Do tell.”

“I’m trying to. Now shut up and let me tell you, unless of course you’d like to go first.” To my surprise, that actually seemed to shut my sister up, though I was now more than just curious to hear what it was that she had to say.

“About a month ago I was helping Stacy with the laundry,” she began. “Stacy had just taken one load up out of the dryer to fold, and I was sorting through another one to put into the wash. I noticed as I was doing that, that Steven’s underwear was in the pile I was sorting through too.”

“Eeew!” Bobby said, though Angela continued, waving her off. “It’s not what you’re thinking…though close,” she grinned mischievously. “Obviously your brother wears colored bikini briefs, not tighty-whities like most guys do. Anyway…I was in a bit of a horny mood as it was. Stacy had already told me she was going to show me her new vibrator after we finished up with the laundry.”

“New vibrator?” I asked myself.

“I figured that Stacy would be busy for a bit, and wouldn’t miss me for too long.” Angela turned looking towards my sister, but by the look on my sister’s face, she was anxious now more than ever to hear the rest of the story. “I knew Steven wasn’t home, so I snuck into his room.”

“You did?” I thought. “Why?”

“I quickly found his underwear drawer.”