Chapter 12: Sleep in the Bed!

Chapter 12: Sleep in the Bed!

Arriving back at my apartment, I spent a few minutes putting the groceries and my new medical supplies into their designated storage spots.

After a quick fifteen-minute shower to get the day's grime off me, I got straight to work on supper preparations. I chopped and washed the fresh vegetables for the burgers, placing them back into the refrigerator to keep them crisp. Then I minced fresh onion directly into the beef patties, mixing them thoroughly with garlic powder and a heavy shake of paprika.

While the food was being prepped, I heard the front door unlock. Mary walked inside, tossing her uniform hat and utility belt right onto the kitchen bar counter. The moment she spotted me standing there with an apron on mid-prep, she smiled, looking like she wasn't exhausted anymore from her shift.

"Hello, sis," I said, firing up the kitchen tools. "I am upgrading these to bacon-deluxe cheeseburgers just for you, so hurry up and shower. Food will be done in twenty minutes or so."

"Alright, I'll rush then, fufu," she replied, heading down the hall.

She took off toward the bathroom, pulling off her outer uniform clothes like it was nothing, just like she always did. I totally lied about the twenty minutes, by the way, but she always takes forever in there anyway.

So, the trick to getting good air-fryer burgers is to put the raw beef patties on the lower rack while placing the bacon strips right above them. That way, the bacon grease drips down during the cycle and flavors the beef below. Then, for the final two minutes, you remove the crisp bacon, flip the burgers over, and slide some white American cheese on top to melt before finishing up.

By the time I finished assembling the toppings and buns, Mary finally walked out of the bathroom. It had been exactly forty-five minutes. Sigh, I know her way too well.

Since the weather was getting warmer in the Azure State as summer neared, she was only wearing a red bra and panties, covered by a large, white, button-down pajama top with the top half left completely unbuttoned.

"Damn, Rick, this looks restaurant quality!" she gasped, looking at the plate.

Mary sat down and immediately started stuffing her face. She looked exactly like one of those Carl's Jr. commercial models eating a messy, sloppy burger. Her eyes were closed, and I am pretty sure she was having a literal food orgasm from the first bite.

I walked over to the refrigerator, popped the tops off two cold lite beers, and handed her one.

"Rick, I can't even tell you how happy I am right now," she mumbled around a mouthful of food. "Damn, this is good. Now I am never going to let you leave me, ha-ha!"

I took a slow sip of my beer, started working on my own burger, and looked at her.

"Well, if you don't end up finding someone out there, you will always be with me anyway," I told her honestly. "How could I ever let you live all alone?"

She didn't reply. She just watched me eat while quickly finishing off her poor cheeseburgers, which absolutely did not stand a chance.

As soon as we finished eating, I cleared off the table and started doing the dishes at the sink. Mary walked up right behind me, wrapping her arms tightly around my waist and resting her chin directly on my shoulder while watching me wash.

"Can I help you with those, Rick?" she murmured.

"Nope. This is easy, and you worked really hard today," I said, keeping my hands in the soapy water. "So let me take care of you for a change. Just go relax and watch some TV or something. I'll join you in a little bit."

"I think I'll just keep hugging you for a while instead," she whispered, her breath warm against my neck. "This feels really comfortable to me. It reminds me that we are a team, right?"

As I was rinsing off the clean plates, I suddenly became hyper-aware of her breasts pressing flat against my back. To be completely honest, I had never really thought of her as a desirable woman until today. But after everything that happened this morning at the station, my imagination was starting to view her as an actual woman, not just my older sister. Sigh.

"Rick, you stopped moving," she noticed, her arms tightening. "What are you thinking about?"

"Nothing," I lied, quickly wiping my hands on a towel to break her grip. "I just need to go read my prep book for the university test, so let's head out to the living room."

For the next hour or so, Mary flipped through different channels on the television while I sat at the other end of the couch, going over what to write on my official application forms for Star University. I was still disappointed that I hadn't found any free time to start a serious physical workout routine yet, but my system memories had dropped into my lap at a really chaotic time.

As I tried to focus, my vision started swaying up and down. I glanced over and saw my crazy sister bouncing up and down on the couch cushions with a heavy frown on her face. Her D-cups were moving in a steady rhythm that my eyes simply could not ignore.

Fuck, what is wrong with me tonight? I had never looked at Mary like this in my entire life. Were my teenage testosterone levels completely out of whack or something?

"Sister, this couch is not a trampoline!" I snapped, closing my notebook. "Stop doing that before you break my bed, damn it!"

Mary stood up, reached over, and firmly pulled my arm until I stood up with her.

"Idiot!" she scolded, looking at me. "You have spent almost four years sleeping on this living room couch, and it is not comfortable at all. Come into the bedroom and pick a side of the room right now."

Mary dragged me straight into her bedroom. The space contained a queen-sized bed, two matching nightstands, a chest of drawers, and a small computer desk where her police laptop sat. She pointed a finger toward the mattress and demanded execution.

"The bed is big enough for two people," she told me, her tone leaving no room for argument. "And now that you're no longer underage, you can pick a side and a nightstand. From now on, no more sleeping on the couch for you."

"I am completely fine out there, Mary, really," I protested, looking at the bed.

"Then I will just sleep on the living room couch from now on, so you use the bed. No arguments."

"You can't sleep out there," I countered, shaking my head. "I need to use the living room space at night for my school studies, and that couch is definitely not good for your back."

Mary closed her eyes and simply kept pointing her finger at the mattress, waiting for me to make a choice. Sigh. What kind of crazy pills had she taken tonight?

Seeing that she wouldn't back down, I walked over to the bed and lay down on the right side, leaving the entire left half of the mattress open for her.

"I always sleep on my right side and on my back anyway, so this side is good," I said, settling into the pillows. "Lay down on your half and see if you actually have enough room with me in the bed."

As I settled onto my right side, the scent of her perfume on the sheets hit my nose. I waited for her to test her side and see what she thought, completely missing the massive smile on her face as she stared at my back.

"Perfect," Mary said, walking over. "And I will take this nightstand as mine for my phone charger and laptop."

"Fine. Then I'll use this one," I said, reaching over to open the drawer of the nightstand on my side.

For a split second, the drawer slid open and I saw a few objects I probably shouldn't have seen. But before my brain could fully register the data, my entire vision was blocked by Mary's breasts as she dived straight over my head to violently slam the drawer shut in total shame.

"R-Rick!" she stammered, her face burning red as she pinned the drawer closed. "D-Did you see what was hiding in there?!"

I gently pushed her chest off my face before the heavy friction could start growing an actual tent in my pajama pants. I instinctively activated my Acting skill to look completely clueless.

"No," I lied smoothly. "But now that you're reacting like that, I really want to see. Can I?"

Mary aggressively pushed me right out of the bed, and then chased me completely out of the bedroom into the hallway.

"Just give me ten minutes to clear out the nightstand!" she yelled, her face totally flustered. "Now go get your blankets from the living room to bring in here, geez!"

She slammed the bedroom door shut in my face, and I just stood in the hallway smiling awkwardly. Yeah, I had definitely seen what was in there. My sharp eyes had caught a framed picture of me, a large adult dildo resting inside a clear Ziploc bag—which, oddly enough, looked to be about the exact same physical size as my own dick, um—and a private handwritten diary. I was incredibly glad I hadn't tried to look closer before she jumped me.

I wasn't really surprised by the adult toys, but the picture of me was weird. It was a photo of me sleeping on the couch with a peaceful smile on my face.

I figured she probably just thought it was a cute brotherly photo or something.

Twenty minutes later, the door opened and a deeply blushing Mary stepped out into the hallway.

"Okay, here are the room rules," she announced, looking anywhere but at my eyes. "First, stay completely out of my nightstand! Second, I cleared out the top drawer in the chest of drawers for you to stow some of your clothing. And finally, we will use our own separate sheets on the bed, right?"

"Thanks, Mary," I said, carrying my blankets past her. "I haven't slept in a real bed for a long time."

Since I was about three inches taller than her, Mary stepped in close and buried her head right into my chest, wrapping her arms around me for a tight hug.

"The state social workers would never have let us stay together in this apartment if you slept in my bed," she whispered softly. "Sharing the couch was all we could legally do back then. But now you are officially eighteen, so no laws are being broken anymore. I am going to sleep first. Just push me back over if I accidentally roll onto your side during the night, okay?"

I gave her a quiet nod. She leaned up, kissed my cheek, and walked back into the bedroom to get under her covers. As I followed her form walk back inside, I inadvertently caught a clear view of her bare ass hanging out from the bottom of her short pajama top.

Goddammit, I thought to myself. Why am I suddenly sexualizing my own sister tonight?

I went back out into the living room and got on my laptop to do some dark web work.

I spent a while searching through underground networks for weapons of different makes and purposes, trying to figure out how they are typically acquired and purchased. Naturally, over half of the listings out there are just the government baiting terrorists and low-level criminals. Well, the dumb ones, at least.

"Fuck, I just wanted to find a good sniper rifle," I muttered, scrolling through the encrypted black market pages. "But they want you to buy a rocket launcher as a mandatory bundle? And what the fuck am I supposed to do with landmines?"

I gave up on the weapon registries for now and shifted my focus back to running background searches on the people I had been adding to my mental bingo book.

"So Officer Woo already has a designated second wife, but he doesn't have a primary first wife on his ledger? Huh. Oh, now this is actually interesting,"

I whispered, pulling up a secondary data file. "He has been seen out in public talking directly with Tina Feng. Why the hell do they know each other? Hmm, it doesn't look romantic at all. Just a few business meals with her and her father a couple of times."

Next, I brought up the file on Scott's personal maid, mostly because the Ning twins clearly had a massive beef with her.

"Oh, my!" I gasped, reading through her global identification metrics. "She is staying in the country completely illegally. She fled from the China Empire's territory in Australia. Well, I could easily get her deported right now if I wanted to, he-he. I can just let Nichole deal with her, but it would completely break Scott's little heart. I am so tempted to just trigger the tip right now, but no, let's wait."

I did take a screenshot of the official immigration data and sent the information straight over to Nichole's phone. This should make her incredibly happy. Feeling my eyes get heavy, I decided to pack my laptop up for the night.

Just when I was about to pull my pillow and blanket out of the sofa cushions out of habit, I suddenly remembered.

"Crap! I am actually sleeping in the bedroom tonight. Well, nothing to do about it now. Let's get some sleep."

I used my Stealth skill to silently slip back into the dark bedroom and get under my covers without Mary noticing a single thing. I made sure to lay flat on my right side so I wouldn't accidentally point any dangerous early-morning weapons at her in my sleep.

Soon enough, deep exhaustion whisked me away into total darkness.

A few hours later, Mary woke up to the vibrating phone on her nightstand. She quickly turned off her alarm to make sure she didn't wake me. Turning around, she noticed that I had rolled over and was currently sleeping flat on my back. A warm smile spread across her face as she thought about how incredibly easy it had been to get me into her bed.

"Rick, are you awake?" she whispered softly into the dark room.

Naturally, I am a very sound sleeper, and she knows it perfectly well—at least as long as the ambient sounds are the ones I am already used to hearing around our apartment.

She leaned over the gap between our sheets and gently pressed her lips against mine, kissing me slowly to ensure I didn't wake up. She smiled happily when my body didn't move an inch.

"I better not push my luck," she whispered to herself, pulling back. "I don't want to accidentally scare you off, sigh. What am I even doing? I am twenty-two years old and acting exactly like a nervous teenager. Oh?!"

Mary's gaze drifted down, noticing something she had frequently seen from across the room when I slept out on the couch. It was the natural tent made by all healthy men during the early morning hours.

Mary bit her lower lip, her thoughts racing before she decided to be a little bit bad. While keeping her eyes glued to my face to watch for any sudden movement, her hand slowly slid right under my blankets.

To her absolute surprise, the beast had already broken free from the loose fabric of my boxers and was standing completely tall. Her face turned a bright, burning red as she tried to wrap her hand around it. She realized she couldn't make her thumb touch her middle finger, suddenly registering that it was significantly wider than she had ever expected.

"I am so sorry," she breathed into the quiet room. "I just can't help it."

Mary felt the length of it slowly, her internal detective mapping out the metrics. She realized it was a full two fists tall—just about eight inches.

"You're literally as big as my toy!" she gasped, her breath hitching. "Crap, I am getting totally wet, sigh."

Mary quickly lifted the edge of the sheets to take a direct look in the dim lighting. Seeing that I still hadn't moved a muscle, she leaned down and kissed the very top of it. She quickly covered my body back up with the blankets and slipped out of the bed. She reached into her nightstand to pull out her adult toy, running straight to the bathroom to lock the door for a shower.

Right before she jumped into the hot water, she looked at her reflection in the steam and giggled.

"Well, now we are completely even, Rick Lee. You kissed me back at the station, and now I took your first other kiss!"

Mary was in an absolutely fantastic mood all day long at the police station. The rumors running through the precinct bullpen were that the ice-cold female detective had finally gotten some action over the weekend. Yes, a thoroughly sad and miserable Officer Woo spent his entire shift gritting his teeth every time he heard the other cops teasing her about it.

Back with me in the apartment...

When my eyes finally opened, Mary was already long gone for her morning shift. I pulled back my covers, looked straight down at my massive morning wood, and gave a helpless sigh.

"Don't go attacking our sister, alright?" I muttered, staring at my little buddy. "Damn, I am actually talking to my own dick now. Shit, I need to get straight into the shower and take care of this thing immediately."

But to my absolute horror, while I was manually relieving myself under the running water, the sudden image of Mary standing in our kitchen in her red underwear flashed vividly right into my mind. Why the hell was my brain doing this to me?

After that chaotic morning, the rest of the week went by in a completely boring, standard routine. I studied my university forms and avoided Scott at school, until the true day of reckoning finally came forth.

Saturday had officially arrived. It was the exact day I became a man. Twice.