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Jim Andrews stared through the window of the plane as it came in for a landing at LaGuardia. He had never seen anything as impressive as the island of Manhattan; it looked like every square inch of the island was filled with a skyscraper.
At 18 years of age, the biggest city he had ever traveled to had been Des Moines. When his sister, Elizabeth, had written to him and asked him if he wanted to come visit her, he’d jumped at the chance. Life on the family farm was anything but exciting.
He felt the same urge as his sister had – to get out of the backwater burg their family lived in back in eastern Nebraska. He admired the way Elizabeth had just tore out one night, leaving a note for their parents that she was going to travel and see what else was out there in the world.
That had been 3 years ago and no one in the family had seen her since. Occasionally a postcard would come, addressed to him, from different cities around the country. Chicago, New Orleans, Dallas…but never with a return address. Then, a few weeks ago, a letter. And then a week later, a round trip ticket from Lincoln.
The plane was coming in low now over the Long Island Sound. He’d studied a map in the family Encyclopedia Britannia; probably outdated but he doubted they had changed the name of the Sound. He looked over again at Manhattan, still not believing his sister had made it this far from home.
Jim came out of the airline gate exit, walking in the midst of other passengers. He moved forward, swinging his head from side to side, looking for Beth. He tried to keep in mind, as he scanned the faces around him, that his sister was sure to have changed in the three years she’d been gone.
The crowd began to thin away, people meeting their families and heading for baggage claim. Jim was beginning to feel dumb, standing there with his head swiveling around.
He looked around and there she was – his big sister, Elizabeth. Man, had she ever changed! When she’d left, she’d had short brown hair and the fashion sense of any other teenage girl from eastern Nebraska, namely jeans and T-shirts. But now there was a wild looking girl…no, woman…in tight black Lycra pants, a bright red half-shirt that left her stomach bare and a tan suede jacket with lots of tassels swinging everywhere. Her hair was now blondish, long, over her shoulders with a tight crimp-curl.
“Look at my baby brother — all grown up!” Beth said as she walked up to him and gave him a big hug which he returned with equal affection.
“Beth, man, I’ve missed you…look at you!” He let her go and motioned to her attire. “You look like a fashion model or something.”
“What, these old things!” Beth laughed. “When in New York, do as the Yorkers do. Come on, let’s go get your bags. I’m sorry I was late…it was hell getting a taxi today.”
“You don’t have a car?” Jim said.
“No one in New York has a car. There’s barely enough room for people… you’ll see. This the most remarkable city in the world…tomorrow I can show you around, do the tourist thing.”
“Sounds good to me,” Jim said as they headed down the concourse.
* * * * * * *
In the cab on the way to Elizabeth’s place, they caught up a little on the three intervening years. Elizabeth asked about the old town, the high school, if he knew anything about any of her old friends. Jim pumped her for the things she had seen on her travels, how she liked New York, etc. Beth seemed to want to steer away from the topic of why she hadn’t kept in touch with the family more; she would just say that it was probably best for everyone, then added she hadn’t wanted to worry them.
“So, tell me, little brother, do you have a girlfriend back there?”
“Well, I’ve had my share but I’m free at the moment. Why? You got someone you want to set me up with while I’m here?”
“No, I was just wondering. When I left, you were in the ‘girl’s are yucky’ stage.” Elizabeth laughed.
“Yeah, well, I came to my senses.” Jim smiled as the taxi slowed and pulled to the curb in front of a tall brick building.
“This is it,” Beth said as she opened her door.
A few minutes later, Beth was opening the door to her fifth story apartment loft. She walked in and hit the lights as her brother carried his case in.
“Holy shit! This place is great,” Jim complimented her as he looked around. The apartment had real high ceiling, wood floors, cool furniture.
“Glad you like it. You can put your bag in here.” Beth walked over to a door and turned on the light. He went into the bedroom and dumped his bag on the bed. The room was modern looking and clean. Overhead there was a skylight that was sure to let all the light in in the morning; sleeping in was going to be tough.
“You’ll be staying in here…this is my room usually. I’ll be sharing my roommate’s bedroom while you’re here.”
“Yeah, did you think I could afford this place by myself?”
“I don’t know. What kind of a job do you have?” Jim asked.
“I’m şerifali escort a hostess at a club here in town. A really trendy place. It’s private, in fact.”
“And what, you’re on a salary?”
“Yeah, but most of the money comes from tips. The members are loaded.. it’s really easy work. Just a lot of smiling. Anyway, I hope you’re hungry, I’m going to make us some dinner.”
“I’m starving…the food on the plane was pretty bad.”
“Good. Go ahead and unpack and I’ll get things going.”
Beth left him, pulling off her suede coat as she went into the living area. Jim watched her leave and for the first time thought of how attractive Beth had become. She had to know that the clothes she wore left little to the imagination. The tight pants showed off her fine legs and cute bottom.
Jim put his clothes in some empty drawers and took his toiletries into the bathroom. Being a neat person by habit, he opened the medicine cabinet to see if there was enough room for his deodorant and shaver.
And was surprised to find the cabinet totally empty. Not a bottle of pills, not a pair of tweezers, not a jar of nail polish — nothing.
He opened the drawers by the sink and found them empty as well. The absence of any girlie items anywhere in the bathroom struck him as curious. He didn’t think Beth had emptied everything out and taken it into her roommate’s bathroom; no reason to go to all that trouble, just take the essentials over.
The bathroom looked like it wasn’t even being used.
Jim stowed his stuff in the drawer, kicked off his shoes and went out to see what his sister was making for dinner.
“Whoa! Who is this?” Jim said as he looked at a picture of his sister and another woman near the entrance to the kitchen.
“Oh, that’s Julie, my roommate…well, don’t walk on your tongue!” Beth said as she took a bowl out of the cupboard.
Julie looked like most men’s ideal woman.
In the picture, she was standing next to Beth with her arm around his sister’s shoulders. Beth was probably 5′ 7″. Unless Beth was standing in a hole, Julie must have been at least 6′ 2″. Julie had black hair, worn to mid-back with lots of body. Her face was attractive — sort of tough looking but it certainly could be overlooked. Hips that flared nicely, legs that looked like she had worn out a couple of Stairmasters….It was Julie’s body from the neck down that probably stopped men in their tracks. Julie was stacked. Big round tits with a lot of cleavage showing.
No way those are real, Jim thought to himself.
Finally he moved on into the kitchen where Beth was smiling at him knowingly.
“Yeah, she gets that reaction a lot,” Beth said as he leaned against the counter.
“I bet she does. Is that all her?” Jim said as he motioned with his hand over his chest.
“No…but she says it was the best $5000 she ever spent.”
“$5000?! What kind of work does she do? That’s a lot of money.”
“Well…she’s an agent, I guess. She hooks people up,” Beth said.
“Like how?” Jim was intrigued.
“Well, she sorta acts like a headhunter.” Beth continued after Jim gave her a quizzical look. “She’s like a talent agent, finding people for jobs.”
“Oh, I see.”
“Don’t let her looks fool you,” Beth said as she opened the refrigerator and handed him a beer. “She’s a smart cookie, too.”
“So how did you two meet?”
“At a gym. I was living with this guy for awhile, a real jerk as it turns out, but anyway, I could use his pass for his health club. Julie and I just got talking and we hit it off. She’s probably the best friend I’ve ever had. She pay’s for the lion’s share of the expenses for this place.”
“Well, you’ve really fallen in it here…penthouse apartment, good job…it sure beats milking the cows at 5 A.M.”
“Oh God, don’t remind me!” Beth said as she opened a beer for herself.
Jim heard the front door open. Beth did too.
“That must be Julie,” she said to Jim. “JUUULLLEEESS!”
“Well, come and meet her,” Beth said as she took her brother’s hand. They exited the kitchen walking into the dining area and there she was — and the picture didn’t do her justice. She was looking through a stack of mail, wearing a form fitting short dress. She looked up then and jerked her head to the side, sending her hair over her shoulder. It was a quick natural movement but Jim got the feeling she had waited until they could see her before she did it.
“Julie, this is Jim.”
“So this is your little brother.” Julie said as she walked over to them, the emphasis on the word ‘little’. “I’d hate to see your ‘big’ brother.”
Jim liked the fact that Julie was complimenting him on his physique. He was 5′ 11″ with muscle from working long hours around the family farm. Julie extended her hand and Jim shook it.
“Nice to meet you, Julie.” he said and meant it, willing himself not to look at her fantastic chest. Julie would be fodder for many a night of lonely masturbation.
“You got a suadiye escort nice strong grip, Jim. You work out?”
“Nah. Just work around the farm,” he said. “Baling hay, other exciting stuff.”
“Yeah, Lizzie’s told me all about the farm life,” Julie said with a wry smirk. Julie bend slightly and gave Elizabeth a peck on her cheek.
Elizabeth looked at Jim after it happened but then Julie continued, “So what do you kids have planned for tonight.”
Jim guessed Julie was maybe 30; certainly older than he at 18 and Elizabeth at 21. Being called a ‘kid’ made Jim twinge but he got the feeling that was just the way Julie was…like she wanted to get a reaction.
“Nothing tonight.” Beth said. “I’m whipping up some dinner and I thought we’d just relax.”
“I just stopped by to get another pair of shoes,” Julie said. “I’ve got a meeting later, so I’ll have to pass on dinner. I’ll be back around 11. You’ll still be up, right?”
“Oh sure, you know me,” Beth replied.
“All right then, I’ll see you both later.” Julie walked off toward the door to the other bedroom on the other side of the apartment. Jim watched her bottom all the way.
Beth punched him in the arm to bring him out of it.
“You men are all alike!” she said giggling as she went back into the kitchen. Jim followed her.
“So shoot me. There’s nothing like that back on the farm…Lizzie.”
“Don’t you start with the Lizzie, too. Julie started calling me that but I don’t want it to catch on. Beth is just fine.”
Jim heard the front door open and close again as Julie headed back out into the city for her meeting. Beth was rooting around in the cupboard, pulling out spice bottles.
“Dammit!” she said exasperated. “We’re out of basil…I’m gonna run down to the market and get some. Without the basil, this dish just doesn’t make it.”
“Hey, don’t go to any trouble…” Jim said as he followed her out into the living area.
“There’s a market just around the corner. I’ll only be a few minutes.” She grabbed her jacket and headed for the door.
Left alone, Jim wandered around.
He went outside on the patio that was off the dining area and looked at the surrounding buildings in the fading dusk. He went into the kitchen and lifted the lid on what Beth was preparing; it looked like an Italian sausage dish. He roamed into the living room and studied the prints on the walls; they were all of women, paintings by a guy named Nagel. They reminded him of some of the artwork in the front of Playboy magazines, mildly erotic.
He was walking near the door to Julie’s room and the door was open, so he poked his head in. The bedroom was larger than the one he was staying in; obviously this was the master bedroom of the apartment. Same skylight, a king-size bed with black and white bedding, same sliding door for the closet and the bathroom door in the same place as in the other bedroom.
Jim was going to move back out into the living room when he noticed something very interesting sitting on the far bedside table. He couldn’t be absolutely sure it was what he thought it was; a magazine was covering part of it.
He was going to walk over and check it out but he heard a key being inserted in the front door. Quickly he moved a few feet to the nearby entertainment center and made like he was looking at their music selections as Elizabeth came through the door.
“Told you that wouldn’t take too long,” she said. “Come on and help me set the table.”
“Sure,” Jim said as he followed her toward the kitchen.
His thoughts, however, were on what he thought he had seen in Julie’s bedroom. It had sure looked like there was a pair of handcuffs under that magazine.
Dinner was a success; Jim had three helpings. After that Beth and he sat and talked and watched some TV. Jim was amazed by the freaks on the local access station.
Around 11:30, Julie came back home. Apparently, her meeting had gone well. She opened a bottle of wine which they all polished off without any problem.
“Well, I’m going off to bed. Try not to wake me when you come in,” she said to his sister. Jim wished he could climb into bed with luscious Julie — she was like a wet dream.
“Okay, Jules, I’ll be in in a few minutes anyway.”
“See you tomorrow, Jim,” Julie said as she sauntered through the door to her bedroom.
Beth cleaned up the wine glasses and showed him how the remote worked before she left him for the evening.
“I’m really glad you came, Jim. I’m glad I left home but not seeing you has been the hardest.. anyway, we’re gonna have a blast while you’re here. If you get up before me, there’s some cereal over top of the fridge.”
“Okay, Beth, thanks for everything.” He kissed her on the cheek and she went into the bedroom she’d be sharing with Julie.
After watching all of the Conan O’Brien show, Jim turned the TV off. Back in Iowa, he’d have already been asleep way before Conan even came on but his body still ümraniye escort thought it was only 11 o’clock. He rummaged through some magazines on the coffee table but they were all women magazines. His eyes lit on the stereo cabinet to the left of the TV. A pair of headphones lay on the shelf in front of a row of CDs.
“Tunes,” he muttered as he got up and opened the glass doors of the cabinet and looked at the CDs. As he stood there with hands on his knees, he heard faint sounds coming from the door to the bedroom that the girls were sharing. It was only a few feet away.
Curious, he edged closer to the door. The sounds kept coming, fainter and then more loudly like they were talking or had a TV on. Julie had gone to bed over two hours ago but it sounded as if she or both of them were still up.
While he had been watching TV, Jim had been turning over things that seemed strange in his mind. The unused looking bathroom in his room was the most titillating. The only explanation, beyond his sister scrubbing the inside of the medicine cabinet clean, was that the bathroom really was unused. That would mean that his sister used Julie’s bathroom which would let one imagine that maybe his sister also stayed in Julie’s room even before he’d come to visit.
And maybe they did more than sleep in that bed!
As quietly as he could, he pressed his ear against the door. The sounds got clearer but they didn’t sound like words. In fact, he thought they sounded like moans!
God dammit! Jim thought as he continued to listen. I bet Julie turned Beth into a fuckin’ lesbo! The thought of Julie eating out his sister or Beth sucking on Julie’s melon-like knockers made Jim begin to pop a boner.
Still, he’d like to be sure. He didn’t want to try the door; if it wasn’t locked, he couldn’t very well explain peeking if they happened to see him. That was a definite no go. Way too dangerous.
Maybe the skylight, Jim thought. Yeah!
Jim quietly walked through the living room, turning off the lamp by the couch as he went. He went up the couple of stairs to the dining area and opened the sliding door onto the patio. A quick look either way and he found what he was looking for.
There was an access ladder that ran to the roof; the building’s owner had enclosed the front surface of the ladder in a locked metal box to keep tenants off the roof. Still, it won’t offer much of a barrier to Jim.
He moved to it and gripped the outside of the ladder as high up as he could. He brought his feet up and pushed them against the side of the ladder box. He pushed his body up, reached higher on the ladder, brought his feet up again. Like a mountain climber, he shimmied the metal column until he could pull himself onto the roof.
Sure enough there was the skylight over Julie’s bedroom. Jim cautiously moved over to it, hoping that his movement would not be heard below. Finally reaching his goal, he looked down into the bedroom.
The bedroom was not entirely dark. Candles were burning on both of the bedside tables and their flickering light let Jim see nearly all he wanted. And what he saw made him suck in his breath!
Elizabeth was spread-eagled on the bed with tall Julie practically covering her from his sight. All he could see of his sister were her face, arms and legs. Julie was naked except for a thong; he could see a large band around her waist and one connecting with it that disappeared in her ass cheeks. Julie was kissing Elizabeth’s neck and her right hand was between their bodies, down low near Elizabeth’s crotch.
Jesus…I knew it! I knew it! Jim thought as he broke out in a big grin.
Jim’s eyes drank in the back of Julie’s superb body. Long, powerful legs… round, firm ass…a strong back that looked almost etched; she had the body of one of those bodybuilding magazine cover girls. Julie shifted her body to the side for a second and Jim caught a glimpse of the outside swell of one of her huge knockers as it mashed against his sister’s torso.
As he watched Julie’s hand moved out to support herself and the stacked brunette began moving her hips, grinding herself against his sister’s crotch. Well, actually she looked like she was fucking his sister!
Then it hit him – Julie was probably wearing a strap-on dildo; that made more sense than a g-string. He’d seen some girls using one in a stag film for the older brother of his best friend before he got married.
Seeing them go at it down below was way hotter than the film had been. Jim’s dick grew into a raging hard-on as he watched the wild scene.
He unsnapped his jeans and pulled the zipper down. He hurriedly tugged down his underwear and his dick sprang out in the humid city air. He began stroking it as he looked down through the skylight.
Julie had raised herself up so her arms were straightened, her hands planted on either side of his sister’s head. She rammed her hips down against Beth and his sister jerked her arms, her hands drew up sharply, like a puppets on a string. The peculiar motion made Jim squint and then he saw something he hadn’t noticed before.
Elizabeth’s wrists were tied to the head posts of the bed! Not by handcuffs but by some thin straps. He couldn’t see in the feeble light at the foot of the bed but he bet her ankles were secured as well.
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