Finder's Fee

Thomas Joyner casually took a glass of Champagne from the tray. This particular op was a difficult one, there were people here that knew him by three different names.

He walked down the hall "missing" the bathrooms and around the corner. The elevator was always in the down position unless it was called to a higher floor by a key. He quickly bypassed the sensor and forced the doors open.

Tom grabbed a cable and began to slowly lower himself down to the top of the car thirty feet below. When he reached it, he opened the escape hatch on the roof of the elevator car and dropped in. From here he merely had to hit the open door button. They pulled back, and he walked out into the secure hallway.

He walked into the office at the end of the hall and opened the wall safe. There he found the flash drive that he was looking for. As he pocketed it, he heard voices in the hallway. He secured the safe and hid behind the desk.

"I have something to show you." The thick accent told Tom that the man was from the Czech Republic. The door opened, and two men walked in. There was an ugly art piece that the men talked over for several minutes before leaving the room.

Tom made his way back to the elevator and rode it back up to the party above. He walked out, and just after the door shut a waiter walked around the corner. "Can I help you, Sir?"

"Restroom?"

"Back around this way." He followed the waiter and pretended to go to the restroom. The waiter left and he walked back into the room the party was being hosted in.

"William Monroe." He turned at the sound of one of his aliases, to see a gorgeous woman with black hair. The dress fit her like it was painted on, and the paint didn't cover much of her cleavage. "You left me waiting in Paris. You Bastard."

Tom had to bug out of Paris that night, his cover was blown by the idiot local he had to work with. He knew where he had told her to meet, "I was at Cafe de la Plaix all night I thought you blew me off!"

"You said Cafe Popote."

"Oh, my god, you are right. I'm such an idiot. Let me make it up to you."

"I could never say no to you. Start with a dance, we'll see." Tom swept the woman, (he was still not sure of her name) out onto the dance floor. She looked him deep in the eyes, "Tommy, Tommy, Tommy!!"

He opened his eyes, his sister was drunk again and standing over his bed. The dream was sweeping quickly from his memory.

"What?"

"It's thundering and lightning. Let me sleep with you like we did when we were kids."

"Fine." He slid over against the wall, not hearing any thunder. Cheryl, his older sister crawled in beside him.

"Can I ask you a question, Tommy?"

"One, then sleep. I'm tired."

"Are you a virgin? Amy said she thinks you are." Amy went to school with them, in his class, but hung out with his sister and her clique. He remembered her having the rep of being a slut.

"Amy's a nosey bitch, and no I am not. Debbie Demarcus on my 18th birthday."

"I heard she is a prude." Cheryl stretched out the word prude, "How was she?"

"That's two. I have no basis of comparison. I fucked her three times while we were dating. She is the only girl I slept with. Why?"

"A bet I had with Amy, and I won." She was almost singing when she said it.

"What did you win?"

"I shouldn't tell you. It's embarrassing."

"And asking if I was a virgin wasn't? My sex life won you a bet. I should at least know, if not get a finder's fee."

Cheryl giggled, "She's gonna eat my pussy."

"What?" he sat up, now wide awake.

"Neither of us have tried to do it. They say girls can do it better than guys can. We decided we were going to try it, but we wanted to make a bet to decide who goes first."

"Well, congratulations. Your first lesbian encounter will be on the receiving end."

She giggled again. "What finder's fee would you want?"

"You to go to sleep." He got comfortable again, and she finally got quiet. A few minutes later he heard her softly snoring. He was fighting images of his sister being with another woman. He always thought two women together was sexy as hell, but never considered that his sister could be one of them.

He finally drifted off to sleep, this time his dreams were about a three-way with two women. Oddly, one of them looked remarkably like Cheryl.

#

By the time that Tom woke, Cheryl had already made it out of bed and left. It wasn't unusual for her. Often Tom wouldn't see her all day, and she would make it back in the wee hours.

Tonight was unusual though, she rolled in about ten PM. She went straight to Tom's room and sat on his bed while he was playing an FPS on the PS4. He finished the level and turned around looking at her. "What's up?"

"I want to hear more about Debbie Demarcus."

"What's to tell? We had sex three or four times. I like to think it was pretty good, but like I said last night, I got no basis of comparison."

"Well, what did you do?"

"OK, fine, whatever. She showed up here on my 18th, not five minutes after mom and dad left for work, gave me a present in a box about that big," he held up his hands to show a small box. "I unwrapped it, there was a rubber inside. She laid down on my bed and lifted her skirt. I put the condom on and had sex."

"Wow, that was it? Was it that boring every time Y'all fucked?"

"Well, she didn't like oral, giving or receiving. She always kept a bra on, 'cause she didn't want them getting saggy.'"

"Damn. That wasn't good sex. Not even a little bit. Did you ever even see your girlfriend's tits?"

"Once. I sat in the bathroom until she got out of the shower. She dried off and put her bra on. Never even touched them bare. Hell, she didn't want me to touch them too much when she had the bra on."

"Shit... I love my titties played with." She giggled then got moon-eyed for a minute.

"What?"

"Oh, nothing."

"Quid pro quo, Clarice." He made the sucking sound Anthony Hopkins did in the movie.

"You remember that bet from last night?"

"Yeah." Curiosity was beginning to peek for Tom.

"Wow. Just wow. It was amazing."

"Glad you enjoyed yourself. You think you are becoming lez?"

"Hell no, I love the cock. You can call it bi-experimental if you want to call it anything."

They sat in silence for a few minutes. "Hey, I have an idea for that finder's fee. But you have to do exactly what I say. Understand?"

Tom was expecting a prank of some kind, but at least he would go into it with eyes open, "sure, why not?"

"You have to keep your eyes closed. Open them," punctuating the last few words with a pause, "and I will kick your ass."

Well, the eyes wouldn't be open, but he could still use his other senses for warnings. He closed his eyes.

He heard her moving around then she grabbed his hands. She slowly moved them around for a second and planted the palms on her bare breasts. "What?"

"Keep them closed!" He pinched his eyes closed, and she squeezed his hands a little. He followed in kind and squeezed her breasts. "OK, enough." He dropped his hands. Just a moment later, "OK, open them."

Eyes open, there was no open sign that anything had just happened, "Why?"

"Every guy should have a chance to play with some titties. That Debbie prude should have let you do at least that." The silence crept in again. "Don't ask, 'cause the answer is no." She got up and left the room.

He sat there stunned. The sensation of his sister's nipples on the still fresh on the palms of hands, it took no porn to get him excited enough to jerk off. His dreams that night were of breasts every way he turned and of the three-ways like the night before.

The next day droned on, he even sat up late that night half waiting for his sister to come home. He had already crawled into bed and had a video of two girls together pulled up on his tablet. She walked into his room, he had barely enough time to kill the video and pull his shorts back up before she barged into his room.

Cheryl jumped onto his lap, and sat right on top of his hard-on, pinning it flat against his belly. Her were jeans rough even though he was wearing shorts.

"What's up, sis?"

"So it was my turn tonight. Her pussy tasted weird but it was OK. I played with her tits and sucked on them. Oh, it was so cool! I want to do it again!" She just sat looking at her brother, acting as though she had not noticed his state of arousal.

"You need your finder's fee for the night! Eyes closed!"

He closed them and began to reach for her. She grabbed his wrists and pushed them away. He felt her lean forward until a nipple touched his nose. He moved his head back just enough to get it in his mouth. He sucked on it until she popped it out of his mouth and switched to the other one. He decided to take the risk and cracked one eye open just enough to see the silhouette of the other breast in the darkness. He couldn't help but thrust his hips upward.

She pulled herself into a sitting position. By the time she could see his face, Tom had his eyes closed. "Did I?" She ran a thumb across the head of his erection. "Oh, damn, it wasn't supposed to get you that excited."

"Well, it did, sis."

She smiled a little at his reaction. "Is that the first time you had tits in your mouth?"

"Yeah."

"Well, damn, I am your first for something." The moon eyes from last night came back. "Push over. I am going to sleep."

He did as he was asked, or was it commanded? She crawled into bed and slid over next to me. "Cuddle with me. Just kind of hangin' out, K?"

He already had his back to the wall, so he scooted over and threw an arm over her shoulder. She pushed into him, her ass pushing into his erection. Again, she acted like she didn't notice. His hand rested on the bed, purposely, he had rested the back of his thumb against her breast.

It wasn't but a few minutes later she started snoring softly. He moved his hand slightly so that he was cupping her breast, and drifted off himself.

##

The next night her barging into the room was timed just a little better, he had just busted a nut and thrown out the tissue. She may have missed it by two minutes.

"Hey, Cheryl. What's up?" She just stood there smiling at him.

"Ummm. Tonight's finder's fee." She jumped on top of him again, her ass crushing his dick slightly. She stuck a finger under his nose. It wasn't a scent that he had smelled often, but he recognized it instantly. It was sex.

"Yours or Amy's?"

"Amy. Maybe twenty minutes ago. You really think I'm going to let you taste me?" She rubbed his lips with a fingernail. He opened his mouth slightly and she slipped her finger between his teeth. He closed his lips around it and sucked the taste off it.

"She knew you were going to do that?" after the finger left his mouth.

"No! She would probably kill me. Will you do me a favor tomorrow?"

"Sure, what's up?"

"Will you ride with me to the toy store? I don't want to go alone."

Mildly confused, he asked, "Getting a new doll?"

"Wrong toy store, dufus. Though they do have dolls there."

"Oh," then the real realization hit, "Ooohhh. Sure, why not?"

"Cool, scooch." He moved toward the wall when she lifted a leg to let him go. He was curious if she was going to want to cuddle again, so he put himself into a position that would make it easy for her to get into little spoon, which she did immediately.

He dropped his hand back where it was last night. "Go ahead, I know you want to. Not like you waited for permission last night."

He cupped her breast, this time squeezing the flesh. She rocked her hips slightly and his cock, already hardening, jumped at the attention.

"Alright, enough for one night. Go to sleep."

Sleep fought him that night. It didn't want to take him into its welcoming arms for some reason. He bet that he laid there for two or three hours before drifting off. Several times he considered playing with his sister's tits again, but the figured that she would not be good with too much more, especially if he woke her up.

That night, he dreamed that they, or was it just a girl that looked a lot like her, were on a black op, they were playing a married couple staying in the poshest hotels. Eventually, they were in a firefight, where they took out twenty or so "bad guys" before Cheryl got captured.

Once he found their base, he busted in against stacked odds and rescued her from the cell that they had been keeping her naked as a part of her torture. Once they got back to the thousand dollars a night room that the US government was paying for, she fucked his brains out.

He woke up that morning with serious morning wood, and Cheryl still in the bed with him. He just laid there until she rolled back into him. "Damn, brother." She got out of bed and headed for his door. She stopped and turned back around to him. "You might want to take care of that. Here this might help." She flipped her shirt up and back down so fast that he almost missed the sight of her nipples.

She turned around and out the door, she went. He jerked off in the shower thinking about her tits. He got out and got dressed in a pair of jeans and an old t-shirt. She came back in, without knocking, "Hell, no. Take that old thing off."

She looked in his closet and grabbed a polo and threw it at him. He yanked the t-shirt off and replaced it with the shirt she threw at him.

"Come on, I feel like we are going to an amusement park I'm so damn excited over it."

Once they got to her car, she was blasting some pop song that he couldn't stand. She popped his hand when he reached for the dial. They drove in silence, except for the torture from the speakers, to a store that was pretty close to the house that they shared with their parents.

Tom had always thought that these stores would be dark and stuffed into some corner although he had been by this particular store several times. Just what was in his head.

The majority of the floor space was taken up by lingerie. After looking over it a few minutes, Cheryl took Tom by the arm and back to the corner of the store and they found the toys.

"Hey, Y'all are a cute couple. What are you looking for?"

Tom was stuck for words. The lady that worked there was gorgeous. Dark skinned black girl with stunning eyes and thick lips. She was wearing a low cut shirt with tons of cleavage showing. Her thin waist almost looked out of place over her very shapely hips.

"We want something to hit me in all the right spots." She closed her eyes and shuddered a little.

The employee chuckled and asked, "You ever played with toys before? I'm thinking no, he looks so nervous that he's about to crack."

That definitely did not help his situation. "You're right, on both accounts."

"OK, let's start you with mild vibrations, heavy stuff will be a little rough on you to start with. This, she picked up a demo of a toy, will get in and hit the g-spot with a little effort, and you can use it on your clit. It's easy to use, and it runs on AA batteries, so cheap to maintain."

"I think I'll take it."

"Sounds good, I'll grab one from the back and meet you by the register."

Once they got to the car, he got in the passenger seat, she said, "Hang on, I forgot something."

She went back inside and Tom could see her talking to the girl that had helped them. She walked back and apparently Cheryl bought something else.

"What was that?" he asked when she sat down.

"Finder's fee," and drove home without another word.

When they got back she went to her room. Before leaving she walked back into his room. She was wearing yoga pants and a loose top. She threw the bag they got at the store at him, with two boxes in it. "Your finder's fee. Don't wear it out today." She turned and closed his door as she walked out.

The first box was the one that they toy she had picked out with him there, but it was empty. The second box he opened and found a silicone tube, one end looked like a mouth.

His sister has bought him a masturbator! He decided right then that he had to try it out. He stripped off his pants, closed his eyes and thought about his sister's tits.

He pushed his cock past the fake lips, the ribs inside massaging his cock, damn, it felt so much better than his hand.

She came home late that night. She walked into his room and he had the blanket pulled up to his neck. "What ya doin', little brother?"

"Nothin'!"

"I don't believe you." She crossed the room and snatched the blanket off of him. He was naked except for the masturbator on his dick.

"Like it huh?" She grabbed the toy and slid it back and forth on his shaft. "Amy liked the other toy too." her hand never left the toy around him, and it never got still. "I used it on her until she couldn't take it anymore. Inside her pussy and on her clit. Then she used it on me. I never came so many times! Oh, it was great!"

She reached into her purse and pulled the toy out. "What do you think about my purchases?" She put the end of vibrator under his nose. He darted his tongue out and licked the tip when he smelled the pussy on it.

"Love them!"

"Oh, no! I wasn't supposed to let you do that! That was more me than her." Her hand was guiding the masturbator on his dick faster. She slid a hand inside the waistband of her pants. She pulled it out and touched his tongue, the taste of her pussy even stronger than on the toy. "Guess you need a fresh taste." He sucked her finger into his mouth and came in the toy.

"Hm, you need to go clean that up." She got up and went to her own room to sleep that night.

##

"We tried something different today," she said as she walked in the door. She was wearing a sundress, obviously not wearing a bra, one strap had fallen off a shoulder. She didn't even seem to notice.

His cock was in his hand, he was about to use the masturbator again. He pulled his shorts up over the erection. She sat down on the edge of the bed, resting her hand on his hard-on.

"What's that?"

"We licked each other's assholes. I had a guy do it to me once. I liked it. It was better when she did it." She started stroking her brother as she was talking. "Damn. You don't have the toy on." It was almost like she had just realized it.

She pulled his shorts back, his cock stood proudly. "Where is the toy?" He handed it to her. "Have you used any lube with this yet?"

"No, you think it will be better?" She leaned forward and spit on his dick. She rubbed the saliva on his dick and slid the toy on it.

"Better?"

"Oh, yeah." She stroked his cock with the toy rotating her wrist around with the pumps. She stood up and straddled his legs. She continued using the toy on him.

"Did you ever lick a girl's ass?"

"Do you remember my stories about Debbie? Only girlfriend."

"Oh, yeah." She slid further up his legs. She lifted the tail of her dress up, he could see the red silk panties she was wearing. "One day you will find a girl that will do all these fun things with you."

She pulled the masterbator off of his cock and pinned it against the silk of her panties. She gyrated her hips slowly. He groaned lightly. He put his hands on her hips and slowly moved them up her body. He got to her ribcage before she popped them.

"Don't get greedy." He put his hands on the bed, next to her knees. She rocked her hips forward, driving her brother crazy.

"Sis, I'm cumming," he tried and failed to whisper. She didn't slow her pace, until with a few rough thrusts, he came all over her panties that were now soaked in both of their juices.

She climbed off of him, slid the panties down her legs and threw them in his hamper. "Oh, shit, that's probably a bad idea." She bent over, further than she had to, the dress rode up and he could see her pussy lips poking out between her legs.

She stood up, holding the panties in her hand. "Hmmm, I think maybe that this will be a better place." She walked over to his chest of drawers and opened the second one down. She moved the t-shirts around that were in the drawer and dropped the crumpled mess of panties in, pushing shirts back on top of it.