Malachi has a nosy sister

"Language" Malachi chastises.

"Language?! You just had your tongue down some guy's throat in front of me and you're worried about my colorful vocabulary?" she screeches. I wince and close my eyes. What's wrong with this girl? Why's she screaming like a bloody mad woman? Remembering how she disrupted the hottest make out session I have ever experienced, I open my eyes to glare at her. She ignores me.

"please lower your voice, and I'm sorry for that. I got carried away." Mal says calmly. The glass is back in his hand.

She eyes us. "why aren't you guys embarrassed?"

I scoff. "this is no where near the first time I got caught in a compromising situation."

Mal roll his eyes. "why should we?, we're adults aren't we?" he swirls the drink a little before looking at his sister. "why aren't you at work?" he pours the remaining drink down his throat and stands up, his eyes flits to me a second before he goes to refill his drink.

She huffs and walk around the couch to sit down. She's really pretty though even if she's annoying. I probably would have gone after her if I wasn't consumed with Mal. "My boss is mean Mal. I was just on my phone once and he started going off about how unserious I am." She whines. It's obvious this girl is a spoilt brat.

"I'm sure it wasn't just once you were on your phone. You need to get serious with your life Mel." He walks back to the couch and sits back down beside me and my body tense.

She huffs, looking irritated. "you don't know what you're talking about and you can't tell me what to do with my life."

"I can, I'm your older brother." He says plainly.

She scoffs then rolls her eyes. "whatever." I roll my eyes. She's so annoying. I hope that's not how I seem to my parents. I'll have to go apologize to them or something. She points at me. "who's this anyway. You never bring anyone home." She squints a bit. "he looks familiar though, I can't remember from where." She turns to Mal. "is he your boyfriend?"

"no he's not. He's just a friend."

"a friend you kiss and invite over?" she raises a brow.

"I didn't…. You know what? It's none of your business."

She sighs, probably annoyed that Mal refuses to feed her curiosity. She turns to me. "hi, I'm Melbi. I assume you're my brother's boyfriend. Am I right?"

"uuhh" I turn to look at Mal. His face doesn't give anything away. Why I'm I even over thinking this. He is not my boyfriend. I honestly did not think of such possibility before. But now, the idea of me Mal and I being boyfriends sounds appealing. Sounds like something I'd want. "no. No we aren't boyfriends…. I want to though. Be boyfriends."

Mal's eyes widens at that. He looks surprised.

"oh wow, I'm so looking for it. I never thought I would live to see the day my brother brings anyone home." She says excitedly.

Mal is looking at me though, only his face is now void of any emotion. "you still won't see the day because it's not happening." He says to his sister but his eyes remains on me.

My heart beat rises. "you can't be too sure you know, anything can happen."

"better don't get your hopes up." He mutters. He checks the watch on his wrist. "its getting late, I think you better head home."

Hell no. My dick may not be hard anymore because of his sister's presence, it doesn't mean I still don't want to continue from were we stopped, preferably in a more private space. So I try to buy time. "what about what-

"There's nothing more to talk about."

"there really is Mal. Let's just-

"its late and I'm tired, you must be too. I think it's best you head home."

His sister is looking at us, trying to understand what's going on. "Bro, your boyfriend wants to stay, why don't you let him."

"stay out of this." Mal tells her.

Since Mal decides to be stubborn, I'll have to pull out the big guns. I pick up my glass. "okay, okay. I'll leave Mr. Grumpy, just let me finish my drink."

He looks at m, squinting lightly as if trying to find my true intentions. He gave me a slow nod, as if he isn't sure he should be agreeing to this.

I lift the cup up to my lips, before moving it a bit to the side to let the contents pour out soaking my shirt. "ooops. It seems I spilled my drink." I said while smiling innocently like I had no idea how it happened.

He groans. "are you serious? Spilling drink on your clothes?"

His sister starts snickering. He glares at her and she immediately shuts up.

I shrug. "it was a mistake." I sigh deeply and overly exaggerated. I look down at my wet shirt and pinched it off my body. "I have to clean up and change though. Is there anything of yours I could borrow?" li blink at him, trying to appear harmless. I know he doesn't buy it.

He looks like he's contemplating between strangulating me and kicking me out. I wait with baited breath to see what he will do.

Finally he says. "you" he points to me. "come with me." He stands up and walks towards the staircase. I quickly put my glass down and run after him before he changes his mind.

I hear Mel whistle loudly behind me. "dude, you must teach me your ways." She says loudly while laughing wickedly.

After walking behind him like a dog, we get to his room, he opens the door and walk in. I enter and shut the door behind me. Making sure to turn the key. No one will be disturbing us this time.

He turns immediately he hears the lock. "What are you doing?"

"making sure no one interrupts us like the last two times."

He chuckles. "you've got be kidding me." He pinches his nose. "you just don't give it a rest do you?"

I move my hands to the buttons on my shirt and started undoing them one after the other. His eyes widen. "What are you doing?" He sounds alarmed.

"undressing. My shirt is wet remember?" I remove my shirt after all the buttons have been undone. "and no. I don't give up. Get that through your thick skull." I throw my cloth to the side, not caring where it falls on. "what's your deal anyway? We can still have fun. It's not like I'm proposing marriage."

His eyes roam around my chest and abs. I see desire in his eyes. I pat myself at the back for how well I worked on my body. I know I look good. He quickly turns his eyes away when I flex my pecs and walk to what I assume is his closet.

"I think I have something here you can wear." He says, totally ignoring what I said. He walks out holding a shirt. "This will do."

I nod and walk closer to him as if to collect the shirt. When I get to him, instead of grabbing his shirt like he expects, I place my palm on his dick and rub it up to down. Like I expected, he's hard.

He gasps. Pretentious asshole.

I look up into his eyes. "stop acting like you don't want me. It's not cute."

He breaths in and out heavily. "you don… you don't under..st..and." his eye lids drop a little as my fingers massage the head of his dick. A small moan fall from his lips.

"Understand what?"

The sight of him struggling to keep is cool undo me. I use my other hand to press on my dick that's straining to get out of my pants.

"we should… we.. you're going to regret…" the cloth falls from his fingers. "this." He moves his hand to my side then to my back. He traces up my spine to my neck to wrap his fingers around it.

"I don't care."

Then his lips are on mine.