“So, uh. Where are we going?”
Ashley’s voice cut through the sound of the wind and the road and caught James attention, pulling him out of his sexual musings and stifling the flow of his aura. “Oh. Uhm…” Shit. James had not thought this through either; he’d just gotten on the road and started driving. “How about lunch? You’ve gotta be a little hungry, right?”
The redhead smiled, “Yeah, I could eat. But I get to pick where!”
James rolled his eyes, though he grinned when he spoke, “Same old bossy Assley.” That comment earned him a punch to the shoulder along with a string of French-sounding swears. “Easy, Napoleon, I yield,” said James, laughing, “What do you want to eat?”
“A big, fat, greasy burger,” answered Ash cheerfully, “The kind I can’t get in Paris.”
“One heart-stopper, comin’ up!” James replied.
Thirty minutes later, the two siblings were seated across from one another at a rickety table with a red and white checkered table cloth, picking at what was left of their fries.
“That,” Ashley said, “May have been the best meal I’ve had in 5 years. And I eat French food.”
“Yeah, yeah, we get it, Ash. You live in Europe,” James teased his sister. This time she gave him a quick kick under the table. “Ouch! Don’t be a brat.”
“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” answered Ashley. Having finished her fries, she was now licking her fingers clean of the salt and grease. Eyes closed, she slide each finger in and out of her mouth, pulling the last finger out with a resounding “POP.”
James was entranced, and he couldn’t help the blood rushing to his loins as he watched his sister’s lips and tongue so seductively clean her fingers. Ash, for her part, enjoyed being a tease, although fucking with her brother in this manner was a little out of character. Fucking… brother… Why did those words have to linger in his mind?
“I’m gonna go to the little girl’s room. Get the check?” Ash said.
“Oui, General!” James answered dutifully, throwing up a salute as his sister turned and walked away, a grin pulling at her lips. James watched her ass as she sauntered out of sight.
“You two are cute together,” a voice came from behind James. A middle-aged waitress appeared with a smile to refill drinks and take plates.
“Oh, uh, we’re – ” He stuttered a response before just saying, “Thanks.” Before the waitress disappeared again, James asked for the check.
While he waited, he considered what to do about Ashley. He’d promised his mother he’d let her crash at his place, but that was before he’d fucked his roommate and imprisoned two sex-vampires in his bedroom. Also, maybe having his sexy sister under the same roof wasn’t such a good idea; he didn’t want to create a situation where he might do something he’d regret. Another idea occurred to him – though he’d need a little outside assistance to make it happen.
“Hey, Lilith?” James directed his thoughts to the Temple of Venus.
“Mm… Yes?” A slow answer came from the demoness.
“Did I wake you?” James asked.
“Oh… nothing like that.” Lilith replied in a seductive voice, her breathing heavy. “Uh, uh…What- What’s up, James?”
James concealed a grin, knowing full well what Lilith was up to. “Couldn’t wait for me? Had to take matters into your own hands?” He teased.
“Shh, just hurry up and talk so I can cum.”
“Alright,” he laughed, “I think I might need some of that wealth and influence you mentioned. Anyway you can make that happen?”
“Ahh, aaahhh. Yessss,” came her labored response then a long silence. “Done,” she said at last, “Check your bank account.”
James did as instructed, opening up the app on his phone and logging in. He looked at his current balance. 3, 4, 5… How many zeroes?! “Holy shit, Lilith… Thanks. I owe you big time.”
“You’re damn right you do,” the succubus replied, “I’m gonna fuck the shit out of you later.” James felt a seductive chill run down his spine. He could live with that. Right now though, he needed to make a call.
Meanwhile, in the ladies’ room, Ashley leaned against the back of the toilet with eyes shut tight. Jeans and panties around her knees, she bit her fist while her other hand fingered her pussy relentlessly. She was trying to be quiet and discreet, not knowing if anyone else was in the restroom with her, but she could only do so much to quiet the sounds coming from between her legs. She was close. Release was in sight. Toes curling inside her boots, leg muscles contracting to the point of cramping, Ashley brought herself to orgasm with her fingers.
Breathing heavily into her hand in attempt to be quiet, she shuddered under self-inflicted pleasure. As the tingling sensation in her limbs disappeared and the fog of her mind cleared, frustration returned. “What the hell is wrong with me?” Ashley asked herself silently, reaching for a wad of toilet paper to clean up her wetness. She thought a quick shlick would make her feel better, get some of this tension out… but she only felt tenser, and now guilty to boot. Tense because no orgasm could possibly compare to the seemingly spontaneous one at the airport. And Guilty because when she masturbated, it was James she imagined. His handsome face, his strong hands, his long… hard… “No!” Ashley thought, “Get it together, girl. You’re having a dry spell, that doesn’t mean you need to fuck your brother.”
Having cleaned up, Ash fixed her clothes and her hair, washed her hands, and returned to the dining area. There she saw James signing the check and putting his wallet back in his pocket.
“Thanks for paying, bro,” Ashley said as they left the restaurant, “I owe you big time.” She looped her arm through James’ and smiled up at her tall brother. “Shall we?”
“We shall,” James answered and walked her back to the car.
Back on the road, James knew now where he was going. He got back on the highway and drove towards downtown.
“Where to now?” Ashley asked.
“You’ll see, just be patient.” James knew patience wasn’t Ash’s strong suit. Sure enough, his sister crossed her arms in an effort to look grumpy.
“Fine, I’ll be patient,” she said the last two words in a mocking tone, “But don’t ask me to like it!”
James laughed and drove on. This time, he was determined to keep their banter and conversation going, that way he wouldn’t return to more lustful thoughts. “So, remind me. What are you doing in the States? I figured that fancy museum of yours would keep you busy.”
Ash raised an eyebrow, “Do you ever read texts from Mom? I’m pretty sure she told you I’m here for work. Two weeks, supervising the movement of some important pieces while they set up the new exhibit at the museum here.”
“Oh. Right.” James responded, not sure what else to say.
“And I’ll probably have to come back here in a couple months to supervise the movement back to Paris.”
“They must really trust you over there. This exhibit, what’s it about?”
“Ancient Mesopotamian art,” answered Ashley, “I’ll give you a VIP tour once it’s all set up, kay?” She smiled and gave her brother a quick wink, but he just stared at her, the gears of his mind turning. “Hey, watch the road!” Ashley shouted. James’ eyes snapped back to the road – he had begun to drift into a lane occupied by an eighteen-wheeler.