Mafia Desire (Erotica)

We ended up in her bed again, this time Tori was on top, riding me with gusto. Her hips rocking and gyrating like she was trying to milk me-and sometimes I thought she was. We climaxed together and I filled her up after only twenty minutes since our parents went to bed. We’d nearly been caught one night when our dad went to get a drink after he was done, so we decided that while Mum and Dad were home, it was quickies.

Neither of us liked that idea very much, since we loved being naked together and taking our time, but we’d take what we could of each other for now.

“Hey Tor?” I asked as we lay tangled together, legs intertwined and my sister head resting on my chest.

“What’s up Jace?” She murmured softly.

“Are you for real that you don’t mind sharing me?” I asked straight out. Sometimes these things were like a band-aid, just get it over and done with.

Tori raised her head and looked into my eyes, then smiled.

“Of course silly. I want you to be happy,” she said. Then kissed me softly. “You could fuck as many girls as you want, and I wouldn’t be bothered” she said after our kissed. “As long as I get my share,” Tori added.Còntens bel0ngs to Nô(v)elDr/a/ma.Org

“Well… today I fucked Natalie,” I blurted out.

Tori looked at me serious for a moment, not saying a word. Then she started laughing.

“I know. She called me earlier,” my sister was grinning at me like she’d played the biggest joke in the world.

“Wait!? She called you to brag about it?” I asked incredulously.

“Yeah. We’ve been pretty close since you went to Melbourne,” Tori said.

“Well… fuck,” I whispered mostly to myself. “She doesn’t know about us, does she?” I asked. Tori shook her head and I breathed a sigh of relief; I knew if I wanted to keep it up with her, I’d have to tell her the truth but right now I wanted to test the waters to see how she would react.

“She’s hot. Nice work Jace,” Tori added with a wink.

I grinned at my baby sister and rolled her onto her back, her legs spread immediately for me and welcomed me in. We kissed deeply, not a care in the world for our parents upstairs or the fact we might be caught. I didn’t give a shit about anyone else in the world at this moment, only Tori.

The buzzer from the front door echoed through the apartment, scaring the shit out of me so badly, I leapt off the bed and half had my pants pulled on. My flight response was real when I heard footsteps on the stairs.

“I gotta run. Love you sis,” I quickly kissed her and gathered up the rest of my clothes.

“I love you too,” Tori replied as I snuck out of her room and into my own, leaving my door open slightly.

I wasn’t sure who would be calling on my parents at this hour but I sure as hell didn’t want to get caught in Tori’s room, literally with my pants down. But as it turned out, the caller wasn’t for my father, nor my mother.

“Tori… if you’re awake sweetheart you need to come out,” I heard my father’s voice just down the hall at my sisters room. It was gentle but it sounded like he was masking some anger. I was worried now; I had no idea what could make him call my sister out in the middle of the night. I threw a shirt on and opened my bedroom door.

“Dad? What’s wrong?” I asked in a little more than a whisper.

I as expecting a thunderous look from my old man when he turned his gaze on me, he did look angry, but it softened when he saw me.

“You better come too my boy,” he replied.

Future questions were cut off when Tori’s bedroom door opened, she was dressed in loose green pyjama pants and a small black T-shirt, not showing any signs of her sexy body beneath.

“What’s up daddy?” she asked as she put her glasses on.

“It’s Hayley… come,” he said.

I followed Tori and my father into the living room, my mother sat on the couch with her arms around Hayley, the curly haired brunette had been evidently crying. But what I saw next had my blood boiling.

The left side of her face was bruised around her eye, not quite a black eye but close. A small split on her lip was also decorated with some bruising.

The all-star beauty therapist-someone I’d never seen looking anything but stunning-was in tears, he constant dark make-up smeared across her pale cheeks, he hair was frizzy and looked in serious need of a brush. But most of all, which hurt the most to look at, she looked scared and vulnerable.

Tori rushed to her side and hugged her friend, our mother stayed where she was, but she gave the girls their space. The grinding of teeth drew my attention, but when I looked about, I realized it was me. My fists hurt from being clenched so hard and rage thundered through my body, I needed to hit someone.

“Was it?” my sister asked softly, to which Hayley nodded her head and a fresh wave of tears broke free. Tori looked to me and I could see the hurt in her eyes, hurt for her friend and hurt because she knew I cared about Hayley too.

“Dad. Can I borrow the car,” I asked through gritted teeth.

“I’ll drive,” he replied. Already turning towards the door.

We both put shoes on and were out the door without another word, the women stayed silent except to comfort Hayley.

“I can do this myself,” I said to my dad as we reached the car.

“I know,” he said simply.

“Then why?” I asked.

“Because I know where Leon and Hayley live,” he replied. “Also. I’m a great witness.” He added without any mirth.

I nodded and climbed into the passenger seat, buckled my seat belt and stewed in my anger.

We drove in silence the entire way, I hardly noticed the passage of time and distance as the bright lights of Sydney’s city and traffic flashed by, I just kept picturing Hayley’s bruised face.

Before I knew it, my father was stopping the car, the parking brake being applied snapped me out of my trance-like state.

“We’re here son,” my father announced.

“You can wait here if you-” before I could finish, my old man was already out of his seat and striding purposefully to the apartment buildings entrance. I rushed to catch up with him and try to talk him out of coming with me, he must have sensed what I was about to say.

“I’m not letting you go in there alone Jason,” he said sternly. “In part to make sure you’re okay and to make sure you don’t go too far.”

I nodded my head as answer and tried the door, it was locked. I should have guessed it would be since it had a similar buzz-in system that my parents place did. I checked the names beside each button, but they were all last names and it just occurred to me that I didn’t know any of the girls surnames, nor Leon’s.

“It’s that one,” my father said. He pointed to the tag reading ‘L. Russo’.

“I should be surprised you know that. But I’m not,” I said with a chuckle, my father replied with a half grin.

I raised my hand to press the buzzer-with no idea what I was going to say-but my old man grabbed my wrist before I could.

“What’s your plan boy? Ring the bell and hope he lets you in for a chat?” he still held my wrist and while I wasn’t trying to pull away, I could feel he had a strong grip.

“I hadn’t really thought this far ahead,” I replied.

“I thought as much,” he muttered. “Do you want to confront him?”

“Yes,” I replied flatly.

“Good,” he added. He released my hand and scanned the names on the intercom before pressing one. The buzzer sounded and we waited in silence for a few seconds. It was quite late so I suspected anyone we signalled might be asleep and in a bad mood.

After a minute a voice answered, sounding annoying and tired.

“Do you know what time it is?” answered a disgruntled sounded male.

“Sorry to bother you sir. I’m here to see a Leon Russo about a noise complaint,” my father answered before I could.

“About time. That guy’s a jackass,” replied the man. “I’ll buzz you in but I’m not making a statement, I need to sleep”

“Thank you sir. Enjoy the rest of your night,” my father replied.

The main door clicked, and I pulled it open and let my father pass first. This building was a lot older than the one I was staying in with my parents, there was an elevator in the lobby, but it had an out of order sticker taped to it, so we took the stairs.

“How did you know to do that?” I asked my father as we walked up the flights of stairs.

“A trick an old cop buddy of mine told me,” my father replied.

We reached the correct floor and I checked the address on each door, apartment 3A was the one. Each floor had only two apartments on each and the man who let us in shared a floor with Leon and Hayley, I hoped we didn’t make too much noise and wake the poor guy up again.

“Here we go,” I said to my father.

I rapped my knuckles on the door to apartment 3A and waited, I could hear voices on the other side, so I knew he was up. I knocked again and the door flung open, Leon greeting me in nothing but a towel. He looked surprised to see me, then his look changed to a scowl.

“What the fuck do you want?” he demanded. He looked my father up and down and dismissed him immediately.