Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 157

"How are things going with Ashlee?"

I turned and made my way down the hall toward the rooms, deciding to pay Natashya a visit and maybe play with her for a few minutes, since Helen put me in the mood. "Honestly, I can't decide whether like her or not. There are some instances where she doesn't seem that bad, but then she does or says something, and I'm like 'there it is.' I think a lot of the brattiness is a cover for some real insecurities."

"Oh, that's definitely true," Helen said. "Have you managed to get anything on her relationship with Cartwright?"

"Not yet," said as I reached Natashya's room. "I'll text you what I've found. I need to let you go for now. Going to get ready for the day."

"Alright," Helen said. "I'll tell Bobbi you said "hi."

"Please send me a pic of it when you do," said and hung up the phone, wondering how Helen would relay the message.

Deciding to surprise Natashya by going down on her as a wake-up call, I carefully turned the knob to her room. I opened the door to find myself staring at a fully nude Emily straddling Natashya's face.

Natashya's hair splayed across the mattress as she lay beneath my sister, clutching her ass in both hands as she enthusiastically ate her out. Emily had both arms raised, holding her long brown hair back to keep it out of her face. Her heavy, pale breasts hung from her chest like large teardrops tipped with dark pink areolas and nipples about the size of pencil erasers. She had a perfect hourglass shape, with flared hips that were rolling back and forth on her companion's face. Her eyes were closed as her head rolled back. Her perfect, plush lips parted as she let out a quiet whimper.

"Oh shit!" I said in complete shock.

Emily's eyes shot open, and she looked directly at me. The last thing I saw before slamming the door shut and cutting myself off from the view was the abject horror on her face. A muffled squeal came through the door as I backed away from it, followed by her indistinct cursing.

"Fuck! Fuck!" I spat under my breath.

A second later, Chloe stepped around the corner in the same tank top and panties I'd seen her in last night with a gun in both her me, I started to change as I thought over the implications of what I had witnessed.

Was I mad? What was there to be mad about? Natashya and I weren't dating, and we were sleeping with other women, so that couldn't be the problem. No, this had everything to do with Emily. Should Natashya have checked with me before sleeping with her? Maybe? Would I have been okay with them sleeping together? Well, I couldn't blame either of them for wanting it.

Nope. I needed to stop that line of thought immediately. Emily was my sister and a best friend. No matter how attractive she was, I did not want to go down that mental path. Not with my sister.

Well, technically step-sister.

I squashed that thought immediately as angrily put on my pants. Okay, yeah. I was a little mad at Natashya because things were weird now.

As I pulled a shirt from the closet, there was a knock on the door. I threw it over my shoulders and said, "Come In!"

Natashya opened the room just enough to slip in and closed it behind her. She stared at me as I pulled my shirt closed and started buttoning it up. After a few seconds of silence she smiled sheepishly at me and said, "So, that happened."

I held her mahogany gaze as I finished buttoning up my shirt, unsure what to say. At least she didn't look completely remorseless.

"Are you mad?" she asked.

"What do you think?" I said as tucked my shirt into my pants.

"I think you have a right to be," Natashya said as she took a few steps toward me. Her hair was up in a thick ponytail, and she was wearing a thin silk robe that was loosely cinched around her. The lapels of her robe didn't overlap until they reached near the bottom of her sternum, and they hung off her shoulders in a way that revealed a tempting amount of neck and chest. I would have bet a billion dollars she did it on purpose.

"But," she continued, "In my defense, you did leave me to sleep with Ashlee and Shea."

"So, sleep with Erin," I retorted, trying to maintain eye contact. It wasn't hard; Natashya's eyes were one of her best features, but that robe was thin, and she had a lot of other assets that were almost as nice. "She knows her way around. I've seen it."

Natashya's seductive, coy facade slipped a little. "Are you really mad?"

I sighed and said, "I don't know. just didn't expect to see that when I walked in."

"I'm sorry if I overstepped. With the way we have been, I thought it would be okay. I even mentioned your sister and how attractive she was yesterday. I could tell-"

"Don't" I said. There was no mistaking my tone this time. I didn't need her to lead me down that path when it was so easy without her help.

"Okay. She studied my face and finally said, "I messed up."

"Maybe." I sat on the bed and said, "Maybe I'm overreacting. You're right. I've been pretty loose with my dick, so can see how you might have thought it was fine. Still... it was my sister. The thought that I might not be okay with it should have crossed your mind."

Natashya looked guilty as she said, "It did, but I might have rationalized a justification. I've always been more of an easier to ask for forgiveness than permission' sort of girl."

She gave me a small, fleeting smile. She really did look like she was sorry.

"Who came onto who?"

"We hit it off yesterday while we were shopping. She told me about Daniel."

That was surprising. Emily rarely talked about Daniel.

"It was only friendliness at first. And then after giving you the lap dance, we had a few more drinks, and things got a little more flirtatious."

"How long did you guys stay? I didn't notice anything."

Natashya gave me a crooked smile, You wouldn't have. Ashlee had you wrapped around finger."

There it was again. Natashya's English as a second language was only perceptible by an occasional lift or a missing word, but when hands. Jon was right behind her with his gun drawn. The door next to Natashya's room opened and Erin poked her head out.

"What's the matter?" Erin asked, her eyes wide.

"Fuck!"

"What is it?" Chloe said as she approached me.

"Nothing!" I said to both of them as I leaned up against the wall. I buried my face in my hands. "I just opened a door I should have knocked on first."

At that point, Chloe reached me and cut her eyes to the door I'd just slammed shut. "That Natashya's room?"

Still hiding my face, I nodded.