Chapter 5: Morning in the appartment

Even though Jordan was exhausted he found it nearly impossible to fall

asleep. He tossed and turned all night attempting to keep his distance

from his friend. Eric had an old box spring for a mattress that he had

since he first moved in. As a result, there was a permanent indent

where Eric slept every night. It was this indent that Jordan had to

fight against for hours. Every time he would find a nice distance from

his friend Jordan would be close to pressing his face to the wall, but

the instant he would start to relax into sleep he would slide back into

Eric. Finally, too exhausted to continue the fight anymore, Jordan lay

there uncomfortably close to his sleeping best friend. Close enough he

could feel Eric's breath on the back of his neck. Close enough he could

feel his body heat radiating off him. Close enough he couldn't resist

the gentle rhythm of his friend's breathing and his warmth in such

exposed clothes that left him cold, even under the blankets. Jordan

slowly and thankfully drifted off to sleep.

In the pre-dawn hours Eric woke up slowly, his arm wrapped around Becky

and gently holding her to him pressing on her stomach. He took a deep

breath of her flowery scent and felt his morning wood press into her

backside. A smile formed on Eric's face as he thought of how he missed

this feeling. The warm comforting thought sent a pang of dread through

him as he realized he was holding Jordan not Becky. The last thing he

needed was his friend waking up feeling his dick pressed between their

ass cheeks. Slowly Eric untangled himself and looked at his phone. His

alarm wouldn't be going off for a few hours, but he was awake now. As

Eric stood, Jordan woke slowly noticing his warmth had been stolen. He

twisted over and looked over to the dark outline of Eric. "What's going

on?" Jordan partially mumbled.

Eric looked down at his friend and covered his crotch. "Work," he lied

in a soft whisper.

"Okay, you be safe and what not," Jordan replied as he stretched out on

the bed now having it all to himself. Eric was able to hear a few of

Jordan's soft snores before he even made it into the bathroom.

Inside the bathroom Eric took off his clothes to get in the shower

thinking about how lucky he was that Jordan didn't notice he had a hard

on that he was not looking down at. Jordan was not Becky; they didn't

look alike, beyond both being small of frame and having black long

hair. But the results on his body from the feeling of another person's

warmth and the smell of her soap were undeniable. Sitting down on the

toilet he took his manhood in hand after getting the shower started, he

slowly started to rub himself thinking of Becky and as he did, he saw

her clothes lying about on the floor. He spotted her black panties and

smiled as he picked them up, considering using them to rub one out like

he had the previous day when he noticed it already had a cum stain on

it. Eric was still waking up so his mind wasn't firing on all

cylinders, but now it came to him. Jordan is a slob who throws his

clothes on the floor and this is what he was wearing yesterday. Jordan

was wearing a pair of panties that he had cum onto. He was sure Jordan

didn't notice, but as he thought about it, he had never stopped running

his hand over his cock. If that had been Becky that would have been

really hot that she went to work like that. The image of it in his head

of her walking around like that had him picking up the pace and soon he

was Cumming again into the same pair of panties.

"I really need to get these things washed," Eric said as he dropped

them back on the floor where he found them before getting into the

shower, now feeling much better. After all he was thinking of Becky not

Jordan. Coming back into the room Eric looked over at his sleeping

friend seeing him taking up most of the bed and holding his pillow to

his chest. "Well at least he looks comfortable," he said as he picked

up his work shoes and quietly left his room and out of the apartment

trying not to awake his sister. It was early for work, even for him but

at least this would give him a chance to catch up on some paperwork

from taking the other day off to help Jordan. That boy better be

thankful everything I do for him, he thought.

The post-dawn hours Jordan woke to hearing the bathroom door shut. He

sat up and stretched letting go of a pillow he had been clutching onto.

He saw the light on in the bathroom with the door slightly ajar. Jordan

figured he had a little time this morning to talk with Eric about what

they can do for a plan. He went over a mental checklist as he got out

of bed and walked to the bathroom. "Get my clothes and stuff out of my

room, get the clothes washed, apply for other jobs and only have to

hold out till Lauren leaves to go back to being me at home, and once I

pick up a job. Any job at this point so I don't have to be a girl so I

can stop working at Mega Corp." The train of thoughts may have kept

going until he saw who was in the bathroom.

Jordan has just started to push the door open and saying, "Hey Eric...

when he saw Lauren just finishing getting undressed from her fuzzy pjs.

Lauren for her part put one hand over her breasts and looked at Jordan.

"Sorry Jordan, he left for work over an hour ago. Sorry to barge in,

but I didn't want to wake you and honestly, I don't know if I have ever

knocked on my big brothers' door before just going in. Feel free to

tinkle while I shower, just don't flush I don't want a sudden change in

temperature or pressure," she said, smiling as he stepped into the

steamy shower. Jordan found himself biting his lower lip and unsure if

he had blinked in the last few seconds as he stepped back into the

bedroom. Whispering to himself "Oh wow, oh wow Lauren is hot," he

repeated to himself as he went into the kitchen to prepare some coffee.

Jordan was hard as could be and it was obvious in the little pajamas he

wore. "I think I had a dream like this once, course in that one I

joined the coed in the shower. Shit.. She can't see me like this."

While he would love to rub one out Jordan had no place, he could go to

make sure he didn't get caught, so he reached into the fridge and

pulled out an ice cube. With a wince he held the frozen water inside

his panties up to his dick till it was small enough for him to tuck

back.

When Lauren exited the bathroom, she saw Jordan practically bouncing

before rushing past her and closing the door. "Jordan, I told you to go

while I was in there. No need to be shy girl!" Jordan relieved himself

and let out a slow breath trying to ignore the sexy coed on the other

side of the door. Standing up and flushing Jordan turned on the shower

and started to disrobe. Before he heard the bathroom door opening.

Quickly he jumped in the shower, the water still cold he cried out to

Lauren. "What are you doing!?" Lauren pulled out her makeup bag as she

looked to the shower seeing the silhouette. "I said, no need to be shy

girl. It's fine, we both have to get ready and only have one bathroom."

Lauren's tone made it seem like she was just repeating herself like

Jordan hadn't heard her earlier. With her in the bathroom with him

Jordan did what he could to go as slow as possible so she might leave

not knowing what she was doing.

While doing so he heard her speak up, "Oh and I used your razor, here

is one to replace it." With those words the shower opened a fraction

and her hand reached in holding a little pink razor. "Ah.. Thanks that

is okay you didn't have to." Jordan responded taking the pink thing and

pushing shut the shower door. He felt like he was going to have a heart

attack from her, do all little sisters have no sense of personal space.

"I needed it, and I saw you have been skipping out shaving this

morning, so I know you needed the replacement." "Oh.. Ah..." Jordan

wasn't sure how to respond to something like that when Lauren

continued. "You know, you two can't fool me. I can tell you and my

brother are having problems. No self-respecting girl would go without

shaving if she cared how her man saw her and with you two being a bit

cold to one another."

"No, no no it isn't like that!" Jordan chimed in thinking his cover was

starting to fall apart. "Look Jordan, I know Eric can be stern and a

pig sometimes but he is a good man and and..." Jordan thought he could

hear Lauren tearing up as she spoke. "I just really like you, and I

know Eric. If he kept someone around for that long I know he believes

in you. Do you think you two can work this out?"

Few things make a man more uncomfortable than a woman crying, but the

situation just compounded everything. "Lauren everything is okay, I

swear. Eric and I.. ahmm."

With a sniffle Laruen spoke over Jordan's' failing words, "What are you

two fighting about anyhow?"

"Oh umm just money and we are okay, I swear we are just umm in a rut."

Lauren blew her nose in some tissue and went to throw them in the trash

when she saw the pair of soiled panties on the ground. Well at least

their sex life is still happening, they could still work through this

then she decided. "Okay good, and you two shouldn't fight about money.

You just got a new job after all. As far as being in a rut, I can help

with that! Now you hurry up and shave, and the first thing we are going

to do is I'm going to use your curling iron on your hair. No more

leaving it alone to just hang, we are going to give it some body!"

Jordan felt like groaning, he felt like he dodged a bullet, only to be

maneuvered into another undesirable position. He reminded himself she

wouldn't be here long and got to work with the pink razor, wishing he

wasn't saying goodbye to yet more hair. First his beard, now his body

hair.

Stepping out the door Jordan took stalk of himself after Lauren had

helped him get ready for work to help with the getting out of the rut

she said. A shiny blue blouse with a stuffed B cup bra, a black long

pencil skirt, dark pantyhose and a pair of modest two-inch heels. They

were narrower than he wore yesterday and he wasn't really sure on

walking in them, but considering what Lauren wanted him to wear this

was the closest he could come to for a battle won. He adjusted the

glossy black leather purse on his shoulder, he would rather be using

his messenger bag like before but Lauren wouldn't hear of it. Saying,

"You are a working woman now Jordan, all the other girls and the men

will be judging you on how you look. You know that, but don't worry I

know it is just you feeling in a rut and wanting to be comfortable. We

will work through this together I promise." Shaking his head Jordan

headed off to the bus stop wishing he hadn't sold his car before for

cash or that Eric was around to give him a ride.

Lauren watched the apartment door close as she sipped her coffee before

wrinkling her nose. Her brother liked drinking it black and it looked

like his girlfriend liked milk and sugar in hers. "Don't they know you

can get flavored creamers." Placing the half empty cup in the sink she

wondered what she should do with her first real day of vacation. When

she first started school, she worked a full-time job at the same time.

The example set by her big brother, ever the example of hard work and

no play leaves you one a dull boy. It has been rough working forty

hours a week as a waitress with also still having thirty credit hours

to balance. More than once some of the other girls or the store manager

sat with her at a table at break or after hours helping her with some

homework and without the help, she was sure she wouldn't have made it.

The tips were nice at the owl-based wing eatery, but she didn't want to

do that forever and without a business degree she wouldn't make it in

the professional world. Lauren wasn't aiming for a position like her

brother as a project manager for a major construction company in the

city. She remembered her mom saying how they never see him because of

work, how he had to earn his way up, and then it was he had to help

support others or he couldn't take a vacation to come home because work

needed him. No, she wanted to still have a life but also make a good

wage. Maybe a step down like a project coordinator at a big firm so

that she would have people around to do the little things that her big

brother couldn't, like take time off and have a life. No wonder Jordan

felt like she was in a rut, beyond having a little sex at night she

doubted her brother took her out anywhere, not with how her legs looked

this morning.

Helping Jordan look a little better this morning showed her she really

did have some nice clothes in the closet, some downright sexy stuff

that she would love to try on herself. She wondered why Jordan didn't

dress in them anymore. Maybe if her oaf of a brother knew how to show

some affection and attention Jordan would be more willing to be her old

self. So off Lauren went to go through what she thought was Jordan's

clothes. She was having a good time and loving her taste and decided to

see what it felt like to look like a career woman herself. Pulling out

a nice business dress suit she placed it on the bed before going to the

drawers to find the right nylons for the look. The first drawer she

opened was Jordan's underwear drawer.

"Oh girl, at least you wear the right panties to feel sexy," she mused

before opening the next finding her brothers boxers all folded neatly.

Lauren was about to close it and go to the next when she saw something

in the corner, a little box. "Oh what do you have hiding here Eric?"

she asked herself as she pulled it out and opened it. Inside was a

crumpled piece of paper and a beautiful diamond ring. The ring itself

she recognized; it was their grandmother's engagement ring. "OH MY GOD!

I thought something was up when he said he was taking this to get

cleaned up at a jewler the last time he was home. That sly jerk! He

even added an extra setting. How can he have thought about marrying

Jordan and not even tell us she existed." Lauren shook her head as she

put down the box and opened the note before sitting down on Eric's

computer chair.

Uncrumpling the note she read what looked like her brother trying and

failing to write a poem. As crumpled as it was it was hard to read

everything and she missed the name Becky written at the beginning

because of it, but what she did see was the date. Almost two months ago

he wrote this and crumbled it up. "What could have happened between the

two for him to give up on this. Whatever it is has to be more than just

money for this to be shelved and Jordan to be in such a rut." By

Jordan's clothes it looked like she was one of the examples one could

point to for a girly girl and one that wanted to be sexy, hell she is

pretty sure she only found a single pair of sneakers in the closet. It

was such a contrast with the shy woman who wore minimal makeup that she

met. "Don't worry big brother, I'm going to help you. When I'm done

with Jordan she will be her old self, and with the right tutelage even

you can learn how to woo someone like her.

Happy with herself Lauren put back things where she found them, but

continued to snoop a bit through the drawers to finish getting herself

dressed up. Rolling up some stockings and putting on a pair of four-

inch peep toe heels she looked at herself over at Jordan's vanity.

"Well, I think I can pull off the corporate image just fine." Lauren

was all smiles thinking about maybe as a thank you she would do some

laundry for the two of them before she heard a knock on the door. The

sound of her heels echoed off the hardwood floor in Eric's apartment.

She loved that sound, but considered hardwood floors in an apartment in

the city, maybe one of the reasons he was having money troubles. Before

she could get to the door to see who it was, it opened and in stepped a

slightly overweight balding older man in overalls. The man stopped in

his tracks seeing the attractive young woman in front of him. "What are

you doing in my brother's apartment!?" Lauren said raising her voice

and looking the man dead in the eye.

"Whoah hold on, yes you hold. It is okay that I be here, I have work

order to fix," the older man said as he pointed to the caution taped

room.

"Oh..." Lauren said feeling unease, the man had a real valid reason to

be here and wouldn't have expected anyone to be home. With her outrage

deflated she just nodded to him and stepped out of his way. "Good, good

you know," the repair man said as he went by taking the chance to

breath in deep smelling the young woman. Lauren scowled at the pervert

as he pulled down the caution tape and unlocked the room. Soon as the

door opened, she could smell the mildew and was positive the last thing

she wanted to do today was go into that room. The repair man looked

over to the nicely dressed girl thinking she probably had money just

like the man who lived here, she did say she was his sister. "You ah..

Guest of Mr. Morrison?"

Lauren wished he would just go into the room so she didn't have to deal

with the perv who thought it was okay to lean in and smell people.

"Yeah, why?"

"Maybe it was you living here?" he thumbs towards the room.

"No, just someone who doesn't live here anymore I think."

"Well you see, look. Let me be frank." The older man laughs a little at

his own private joke. "I am Frank you see. Well Mr. Morrison has a

problem, see bed in here and clothes everywhere.. Well someone lived

here and no one was on lease. This okay, till problem happens like

this. If maybe you and me were friends no one would know and brother,

not get in trouble, maybe evicted."

The young woman's eyes grew wide, sure she had been propositioned a few

times and well she is okay with having a good time, but this creep

wants her to sleep with him. Frank held out his hand hoping the girl

would give him some more cash, but to her it just looked like he was

inviting her to take his hand. Revulsion grew in her and then she had a

sinking feeling, what if her big brother helping someone out with a

place to stay really did get both him and Jordan kicked out. If she

could help, shouldn't she?

"I will be right back.. You don't move, umm Frank. Please." Lauren

dashed into the master bed room as fast as her heels would take her and

pulled out her phone calling her brother.

"Come on, come on pick up, pick up, pick up.." The second the line went

live Lauren starting verbally throwing questions at her brother, she

was in a rush and needed answers if she was to save him.

"Did you really have someone living here off the lease? Can you really

get in trouble for that? Why did you kick this person out, or did they

just leave? Are they coming back? How could you be this foolish!"

Eric pulled the phone away from his ear, he did not need this right

now. She was asking way too many questions, way too fast, on a topic he

did not want to talk about and he really didn't want to be caught in a

lie. "Look Lauren I am on my way to a meeting I can't talk. The person

who lived with me is gone and I did it to help a friend and small risks

of getting in trouble are worth it to help a friend. That good enough?"

Lauren was leaning on the closed bedroom door nodding. "You are a good

man Eric, I love that about you. You have a good day, I will take care

of it." Eric was entirely confused by the last statement and almost

wanted to ask before she ended the call. "Take care of what?" he

wondered out loud before getting in his car to head off to a meeting.

Walking back out into the living room Lauren walked up to Frank who did

as she said and hadn't moved. Getting close to him and tapping her

manicured finger up his chest. She swallowed hard before looking up

into his eyes. "We can be good friends." Where she was now Lauren could

actually see into the room and see the mess, but she also saw things

like a computer tower, a few large monitors, a musical keyboard of some

type in there and she had a much better idea than saving her brother

with a blow job. "Say, why not instead when you go to throw away

everything in the room, if you were to find some things of value. I

don't know, you could just keep them or sell them. Would that-" She

hesitated for a second. "Make us friends?" Frank was more than enjoying

the pretty girl being this close to him and when she said that he

looked back into the room. "Yeah, sure this is good." If she wanted to

try and play this sex kitten thing and offer him what he could salvage

from the room he was more than happy. The computer alone would get him

more than he got out of her brother.

"Good," Lauren said smiling happy that turning up her charms was enough

to get this guy to take away some things she knew her brother would

just end up having to throw away or store forever just in case this

friend that took advantage of him came back for them. With that she

leaned forward and gave Frank a peck on the lips. "To seal the deal,"

she said as she walked away grabbing her purse off the counter. It

didn't go with the outfit, but she wanted out of the apartment in case

Frank changed his mind. Walking down the steps out of the building she

looked back "You are lucky I came big bro, and I can't believe I almost

did that." Lauren laughed out loud before getting out to the street to

figure out what she wanted to do in the city while on vacation.