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Archive name: visitan.txt (MF, rom)
Authors name: Lord Malinov (malinov@mindless.com)
Story title : Visitation 

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Visitation (MF, rom)
by Lord Malinov (malinov@mindless.com)

***

I'd been living with Todd about two weeks. I wanted to 
live alone, but I compromised when I found the best I 
could afford on my own was little more than a large 
shoebox. At any rate, living with Todd was like living 
alone, for he lived fast and loose and only rarely spent 
more than four hours running at the place.

I had a date that Saturday night, but Melissa called me 
at six-thirty to cancel. She told me she had the flu. 
Something in her voice made me wonder if her dose of 
influenza wouldn't suddenly vanish when Rick or Mark or 
whoever was taking my place rang her doorbell. I didn't 
argue. I was probably as tired of her as she was of me.

Reluctant to surrender, I'd called Brian and Steve, 
thinking that getting dumped by Melissa was good cause 
to go out and act stupid. Brian had the flu. Uh-huh. 
Steve was going to an Indian Film Festival at the Art 
Theatre. Somehow I didn't think that reading subtitles 
was going to cure my blues. He wouldn't budge on the 
plans, so I resigned myself to an evening of potato 
chips, beer and television.

Todd had disappeared early in the afternoon. I didn't 
expect to see him again before Monday morning. He hadn't 
said anything to give me that idea, except that I heard 
him mention New Haven when he was on the phone. Miles 
are no obstacle when Todd's chasing skirts. He could 
have come home at any moment. I doubted that likely.

The cable had been hooked up, but an economical impulse 
had prevented me from adding any premium services to the 
entertainment package. I had counted on my constantly 
expanding social life making movie channels a bad 
investment. Given a proper cost-benefit analysis, I had 
made the right choice. 

But that lonely Saturday night went into the cost column 
as I found myself sitting on the floor watching one lame 
network program after another. Even with a steady diet 
of beer and chips, the dramas proved uninspiring and I 
soon drifted toward sleep. Only ten-fifteen on a 
Saturday night, and I cashed in my chips.

A rapping on my chamber door roused me from my dull 
dreams, and wiping the drool from my cheek, I stood up, 
slightly confused. The sound of knocking struck again. I 
checked my watch. Eleven was on the wane. I pulled aside 
the curtain that covered our apartment's sliding glass 
door.

A woman raised her hand to strike the glass again. The 
weary frustration in her eyes hit me at once. I twisted 
the latch and pushed the heavy door along the aluminum 
track. Her waxen cheek blushed tenderly as she looked at 
me.

"Is Todd here?" she asked.

"No, he's gone. Can I help you?" She looked troubled.

"Do you know when he'll be back?"

"He took off." I shrugged.

"Figures. Shit. Look," she said, "I'm Cindy."

The name meant nothing to me. Keeping track of Todd's 
women would be an exercise in futility.

"I'm Todd's sister. I was hoping I could crash here."

I could see the resemblance in her eyes. Aside from the 
blue-eyed blondeness, they both shared an energetic 
spark, a lazy-yet-intense quality that in Todd marked a 
constant readiness to move on. 

"Come on in," I said. Cindy stepped into the apartment 
carrying a small overnight bag. I pulled the glass plate 
closed. "Sorry about the mess," I said.

"Hah!" said Cindy, showing her teeth with a glittering 
smile. "You obviously haven't lived with Todd very long. 
Cleanliness has never been one of my brother's strong 
points."

I smirked, delighted to witness some of the same family 
friction I had known growing up and almost forgotten. 
Cindy dropped her bag at the end of the sofa, stretched 
and then put her hands on her waist and leaned 
backwards. Even if I hadn't been a bit excited by the 
sudden presence of a woman, Cindy would have been 
attractive. In my present lonely condition, her 
loveliness was unbounded. 

The knees of her faded blue jeans were torn and I leered 
at the soft inch of creamy thigh above her slightly 
scuffed knee.

"Can I use the john?" she asked, walking over to peek 
into the kitchen.

"Sure," I said. "To your left."

"Thanks," she said, turning. Cindy stopped at the first 
door, slightly ajar and laughed, pointing. "Todd's 
room," she said, knowingly, tipped off by the unmade bed 
and sea of crumpled clothes.

I turned off the television, and found myself mesmerized 
by the shuffles and tinkle of Cindy's business. My 
interest stiffened slightly, but I felt a twang of 
restraint. She was Todd's sister, and for some reason, 
that meant something to me. She wanted to stay the 
night, and that gave rise to possibilities, but then I 
thought, What if it were my sister? How would I expect 
Todd to treat Susan?

"I needed that," said Cindy with a smile. "I've been 
driving for four hours."

"Did Todd know you were coming?" I asked.

"Nah," said Cindy, sitting down on the sofa. "I'm on my 
way back home to Richmond but I got started later than I 
planned. I should already be there."

"That's another four hours."

"Yeah. That's why I hoped I could crash. I'll get some 
coffee down at the Kwik and just keep rolling. But tell 
Todd he can forget about getting a birthday present from 
me."

"You can stay," I said gallantly. "Todd's probably not 
coming back and driving tired is dangerous." Cindy 
nodded.

"Cool," she said. "My eyes were already creeping shut 
when I got here. I don't know if I could make it all the 
way home."

"No problem," I said. "Can I get you a beer, or 
something?"

"That'd be great," said Cindy. "Do you mind if I use the 
phone? 

Mom's still expecting me."

"Over there," I pointed. I retreated to the kitchen.

"No," I heard her say, "Todd's not here. I don't know. 
His roommate's going to let me spend the night here. No, 
it'll be all right. No, I don't think so. I'll get on 
the road early and be home before noon. Two. Love you, 
too. Bye." Cindy hung up the phone and took the beer I 
held out to her.

"I'm really grateful," she said.

"Don't think twice. I mean, if my sister needed a place 
to sleep, I'd hope Todd..."

"Take my advice," Cindy said, lifting her beer to touch 
mine. "Don't let your sister get anywhere near my 
brother." I laughed. "She'd get a bed, but I don't think 
he'd let her sleep."

The thought made me frown slightly. Cindy touched my 
arm.

"I shouldn't say that. I've been teasing the kid so long 
that I forget to stop. Todd's got a good heart. He just 
has a thing for girls."

"Tell me about it," I said, smiling at her honest 
display of affection. I liked Todd better, knowing he 
had such a sweet sister.

"Do you mind if I change?" she asked. I shrugged my 
shoulders.

"Sure, go ahead." Cindy picked up her bag and headed 
into Todd's room. She closed the door behind her. I sat 
on the sofa and took a long drink, while butterflies 
tickled my stomach. She really was attractive. 

My jaw dropped for a split second when she emerged from 
his bedroom. Cindy wore a long t-shirt with a teddy bear 
in a sleeping cap imprinted on the front. The nightshirt 
ended halfway down her creamy thighs. I had guessed 
Cindy was about twenty-seven, clearly Todd's older 
sister, but the nightgown took ten years off her age. I 
closed my mouth and took a swig of beer. Cindy sat down 
on the floor.

"You guys have a nice place," she said.

"Thanks," I said. "We really just moved in."

"Todd's last apartment stank." Cindy wrinkled her small 
nose slightly, remembering.

"It's hard to get a decent place in this city on our 
salary."

"You two work together?" she asked.

"Yeah, although not so much together anymore. I got 
moved up to a different group a month ago."

"Congratulations," said Cindy. She put down her beer and 
leaned back on both arms. The hem of her shirt lifted 
slightly, showing the white cotton panties nestled over 
a soft puff and a small brown mole on her white inner 
thigh. I took another drink. The teddy bear pulled tight 
across her chest, clearly outlining the dark circles 
that tipped her full breasts.

"Thanks," I said, my throat relentlessly dry, "but 
that's up like upstairs not up like up the corporate 
ladder." Her nipples hardened slightly and she touched 
the brown bottle to her lips.

"Oh, well, it's better than going down." Cindy lifted 
the beer and I watched her swallow the cold drink with a 
bit more fascination that was probably warranted. Cindy 
licked her lips and I sighed.

She told me about her job and some stories about Todd's 
misadventures in high school and I fought every peek at 
her panties and tits with no more success than a man of 
my age could expect to show. 

"You have a sister?" she asked.

"Yeah. Susan's a couple of years younger than me."

"She's lucky," Cindy said, standing. "I wish I had a 
brother like you." She bent over to pick up her empty 
beer bottles. I nearly fell backward, staring at the 
sudden flash of her bottom. A slight dimple in the white 
cotton neatly suggested her shrouded lips while the 
untanned flesh of her globes gleamed around the fabric 
wedged in between. Cindy dropped the bottles in the 
trash and then reached down to adjust her panties.

"Goodnight," she said, heading into Todd's room.

"Goodnight," I replied, my voice failing.

I turned the corner into my room, reminding myself again 
that she was Todd's sister and threw myself into my bed, 
my prick throbbing with rage. I held on tight as the 
lust Cindy incited poured through my aching flesh. I 
tortured myself with visions of every aspect of her 
delicious charms I'd seen, all the ones I imagined, 
playing scenes of seduction I hadn't dared to commit in 
a thousand variations that ended in a thousand more 
decadent acts of wild debauchery. I felt feverish and 
delirious and bit my pillow as the night slowly crept 
over my mind.

I heard a sound and turned over. A figure stood in the 
doorway.

"Can I sleep in your bed?" she asked. I lifted the 
covers and she slid in beside me, embracing me tightly, 
her head on my chest. I held her close.

"It's all right," I said, instinctively. She kissed my 
cheek. My cock burned. I ran my hand over her back, 
still covered by the t-shirt. She teased my chest. My 
hand reached the hem and slipped underneath. The cotton 
panties were gone and I held her bare bottom. She 
twisted under my touch, bringing my hand nearer the warm 
center.

"What if I were your..." she kissed me and moaned. I 
spread the cheeks of her bottom with my hands. She 
plunged my prick inside her hot cunt, rocking over me 
with a rhythmic smooth arch and fall. I pulled at her 
shirt and Cindy sat up, my cock deep inside her, and 
lifted the teddy-bear shirt over her head. Her breasts 
gleamed in the moonlight and I cupped them in both 
hands. 

Cindy began to ride me faster and I groaned. I found a 
nipple between my lips and suckled her tits. I turned 
her over and drove hard inside her. I licked her wet 
pussy and she drank my stiff dick. I showered her with 
wanting, lying drenched in her juice. I fell finally to 
sleep, holding her close.

The bright sun of a well-developed morning made my eyes 
blink to open. The rich aroma of sausage stirred my 
hunger. I pulled myself out of bed and finding a pair of 
shorts, I went into the kitchen. Cindy stood by the 
stove in her nightgown, wielding her spatula against the 
splattering grease.

"Good morning," she said, smiling gaily.

"Morning," I said, scratching my head, still asleep. 
Cindy opened the refrigerator and bent down. The sudden 
view of her pink pussy lips nestled cozily between her 
lean thighs awoke me with a snap. I stared and 
instinctively moved closer.

"Don't you guys have any eggs?" she asked, turning.

"Too much cholesterol," I replied, putting my arms 
around her waist, pulling her bottom against my rigid 
cock.

"Hmm," she said playfully, wiggling her bum. "A little 
appetizer before breakfast?"

"I'll take two servings of you," I said. We kissed and 
played until our new smoke alarm peeped as the sausage 
burned black.

"Cup of coffee," she said, "then I've got to go."

"Aw," I replied, taking my cup.

"Mom's waiting for me," she said. 

As we drank, I asked her if I could call her. She told 
me she had a boyfriend and besides, she'd rather Todd 
didn't know about our little affair. I nodded my assent 
and watched Cindy drive away.

Later that day, I went into Todd's room and nervously 
sifted through his piles and boxes of junk. I thought I 
might be able to find Cindy's number, or address, or at 
least just a picture of his beautiful sister. No number, 
no address, no letters, no cards. I found an album of 
photos, something his mother put together for him at 
Christmas. There wasn't a single photograph of Cindy. 

"Sister?" he said. "I don't have a sister."


Malinov

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