Closed Doors Ep. 06

When his body relaxed, Jack released his hold on Hayley's legs, and she let them droop back over the edge of the mattress. Jack, out of breath, looked over to Kara who had ended up on her back, her knees up in the air. Post orgasmic eyes told him she had gotten herself off watching the two of them as she rolled her head to the side and smiled at him. He sat down on the bed beside the girls and leaned back against the headboard taking in the beginnings of what had just happened.

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"Oh, god," Kara sighed a few minutes later, "I need a shower. And we've gotta get ready to go out." She rolled over towards Hayley, who had yet to move, and began tracing little circles around her exposed, mist-covered belly-button. "Feel up to moving yet, sweetie?"

Jack sat up and folded his legs Indian-style, the end of his dick hanging down between his open legs, resting on the mattress. "You go ahead," he said to Kara. "I'll take care of Hayley."

Kara was taken aback at that statement. She looked at Jack with a look of incomprehension, a total lack of comprehension. Kara looked down at Hayley, who was now looking over at the two of them. Hayley looked a little confused, too, not to mention her visible anxiousness about what 'take care of Hayley' meant. Kara looked back to Jack. "Alright," she said softly and climbed off the bed. She looked back one final time before she descended the stairs.

Jack looked down at Hayley. She looked like a deer in headlights now that they were alone and she still had no idea what was going on. Jack smiled down at her, hoping to sooth her apprehension. He stood up beside the bed and held out his hand to her. "Come on," he said gently.

Hayley sat up, looking at him a second before she placed her hand in his. She let Jack help her up off the bed and followed along behind him as he led her away into his bathroom.

Jack let go of Hayley's hand and reached into the shower and turned the water on. When he turned back to her, it was obvious she was nervous, her arms jumping between wrapping around her waist and letting her hands fidget with each other. "Relax, Hayley," Jack said calmly, taking hold of her shoulders and gently kissing her forehead. He looked back into her eyes and, after a moment, saw some of the tension evaporate from them.

He lowered himself down in front of her. Lightly gripping her nylon-covered calf, he lifted her leg up a little bit. Hayley placed a hand onto his shoulder for support as she slipped the black shoe from her dainty foot. Then, just as gently, he removed the other. Sliding his hands up the sides of her leg, Jack stopped when he got to the band at the top of the sheer, black stocking at her thigh and began slowly rolling it down her leg. After he got Hayley out of both of them, he stood back up and led her into the shower. All without a word.

Working up a good lather in a maroon washcloth, Jack stood facing Hayley as the water poured down over her body from the showerhead behind her. Starting at her shoulder, he softly started running the washcloth down her arm, washing her. Hayley stared up at his face as he worked, his eyes concentrated on his efforts following the washcloth as it moved around her golden skin. He didn't look at her eyes. Just silently worked.

When Jack ran the washcloth across the top of her chest and over to the other arm, Hayley finally broke the silence between them. "Jack?" she asked in a whisper.

"Hmm?" Jack replied, not breaking his concentration.

"What's going on?" Again, a hushed whisper.

"I'm cleaning you up."

Hayley was quiet for a moment. "You think I'm dirty?" she asked meekly. Her insinuation was clear.

Jack's hand stopped and he finally raised his head and looked into her eyes. "No," he sighed, "you're not dirty." He was quiet for a second. "I wanted to make sure you were alright."

"Alright?"

"Yeah. After everything."

"Are you? Alright?" Hayley wondered.

"Only if you are," Jack answered, starting to move his hands again. Washing lightly around and over her glistening breasts like they were fragile and would break if he pressed too hard.

"Is it because of Kara telling you that about me? That I'd never had sex before?"

Jack smiled at her momentarily as he glanced up at her eyes before returning his attention to his hands at her stomach and around her sides. "Well, there is that."

"I wish she hadn't told you that," Hayley said with a sigh.

"But, even if you hadn't been a virgin," Jack added, now running his hands behind her and down over her ass. His fingers lightly pressed into her supple flesh as they moved over the cheeks, "what we did was something different...new."

"Yeah," Hayley agreed softly.

"Are you okay about that? It happening? I mean, Kara didn't talk you or push you into it or anything?"

Hayley was surprised that Jack had asked that. She braced her hand around Jack's shoulders, gripping the back of his neck for balance as he lifted her right leg by the knee and began running the washcloth over her thigh. "No, she didn't. I kinda talked myself into it. We were talking about her having sex with you, and with everything that's happened, and being down here like we are, I realized that I wanted to go ahead and take the opportunity."

"Other leg," Jack directed, and Hayley switched the leg he held. "And Kara didn't have anything to do with it? She can be, well, persuasive."

"No," Hayley replied, "she just kinda helped to make it happen. I mean, I never could have started anything on my own. Way too nervous." Jack smiled at her again.

"What about you?" Hayley asked him. "I mean, I know you're a guy and everything, but I am your little sister. Are you okay with what we did?"

"It seemed a little weird," Jack confessed. He hung the washcloth up on the rack in the wall and began directing the water down over different parts of her with his hands to rinse away the suds. "But, I don't know, in a way, it all just seemed to - fit."

Hayley smiled real big up at Jack after he said that. She lifted up on her toes and gave a quick kiss to his lips. "Thank you, Jack."

"For what?" he asked, his arms wrapping loosely around her waist.

"For being so nice. Doing all this," she looked around the shower, "for me. Making sure I was okay. It means a lot."

"Well, that's the easy part."

Hayley grabbed the washcloth and started washing Jack's body. "So what now?"

"What do you mean?"

"Well," Hayley began shyly, "was that the, um, only time?"

Jack looked down at her, a little surprise, then he grinned. "Well, we are here for a few more days. I guess." Hayley looked up and smiled at him, quickly returning back to her attention to washing him.

"But it can only be while we're here," Jack declared, "and no one can ever find out besides the three of us. I don't think many would get it. So you have to promise to keep this whole, weird week to yourself."

Hayley nodded. "Don't worry, Jack. It's not like I want to get married or anything. It was just...fun." Hayley's hand reached right above Jack's deflated penis as he inched the washcloth down his body, and she hesitated. Looking up at his face, Hayley nervously bit her lip. Then she started giggling at her trepidation, which got Jack laughing. Hayley resumed after the tension of the moment was broken, wrapping the washcloth in her hand around it and cleaning her juices off of him.

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"What are you doing?" Hayley asked, stepping out of her bedroom. She had put on a pair of tight black leather pants, and a brilliant blue tube top that shimmered under the light as it contoured around her petite breasts and her toned stomach. She stood about two inches taller because of the black platform heels she had decided on.

Jack turned his head to look over the back of the couch, where he was sitting, a paper notebook on his lap with over half a page of written words produced to this point. Good god, look at her. "A letter," he answered.

"A letter? To who?"

"Zooey," he answered reluctantly, hesitantly, figuring his little sister's probable response.

"A love letter?" Hayley giggled, with an excited squeal, verifying the accuracy of Jack's prediction.

He sighed. "She's leaving tomorrow. And she said she might stop by before she does. But, since I might not be here, because I have to drive to Miami, I wanted to be able to say goodbye."

"Aww," Hayley cooed teasingly, "that is sooo sweet."

"Shut up," Jack scoffed, turning back to face away from her and get back to his letter.

Kara poked her head out of the bathroom. "What's going on out here?" she asked, having heard the bit of commotion through the closed door while she was getting ready.

"Jack's writing a love letter!" Hayley immediately informed her, giggling with delight as she did.

"Really?" Kara teased, drawing out the one-word, mainly rhetorical question. She stepped over to the back of the couch and tried to peer over Jack's shoulder.

"'Zooey'," she read out loud, "'I'm very sorry that I couldn't be here to say goodbye...'".

"Alright," Jack cut her off, slight annoyance in his tone. He quickly stood up and headed up the stairs to the loft, the giggles and less-than-heartfelt apologies from the girls receding behind him.

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Jack smiled as Kara emerged from the bathroom a little later, all decked out to go to the club in a short, white mini-skirt and a red halter top. "Aren't you worried that your tits might slip out of that thing?" he asked, referring to the panels of fabric that barely covered her as they reached up and around to the back of her neck.

"Not really," Kara replied casually. "Besides, on the inside there is a spandex layer, or something, that clings around them. See?" She pulled one to the side and flipped it inside out to show him the stretchy layer she was talking about.

It took Jack second to take his eyes off of her exposed tit to actually look at the fabric. He was thinking about the bet they had made. "Hey," he whispered over to Hayley, "watch this."

Kara walked to the fridge and pulled herself out a Corona, as well she pulled the chilled tequila bottle from the freezer and brought both to the kitchen island. "Shots before we go?" she asked the room.

"Sure," Hayley nodded.

"Of course," Jack replied, a devious smile on his face.

"What?" Kara asked him, picking up on the smile. She placed six shot glasses out on the countertop.

"Nothing," Jack replied innocently. He sat down on one of the stools. Hayley sat beside him. While Kara's attention was diverted to filling the shot glasses with tequila, Jack nudged Hayley with his elbow and motioned down to his hand, which was out of view below the countertop. Hayley looked down and saw what looked like a car alarm remote on the keyring he was holding. Jack looked back up at her and grinned. Then, Hayley got it, grinning back at him conspiratorially.

Jack held down a red button on the remote. Immediately, Kara's eyes rolled in her head. She closed them and slapped her hand down on the countertop as the toy in her panties sprang to life against her clit. "Ohhh," she moaned, drawn out into, "son of a bitch!"

Jack let go of the button and smiled at Kara as her eyes eased open and immediately shot to him. "Just checking," Jack smiled.

"You're a bastard, Jack," Kara smiled back. Just you wait, Jack. I will get you.

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There was a bit of a line stretching along the sidewalk outside of the club. As massive bass lines from the hip-hop inside vibrated out through the red brick walls into the cool tropical night breeze, a vertical neon sign, hanging from above the entrance all the way up to the roof, with a neon parrot perched on top extolled the name of the club to everyone for blocks up and down the straight avenue, busy with the traffic of partiers. 'The Grotto' it said in blue and white neon against a black background.

Jack, Kara and Hayley stood in line for about five minutes before they got up to the giant black bouncer guarding the entrance. All the while, Kara kept getting extended stares from most of the guys she came in view of. All looking at her like they knew her from somewhere, but just couldn't quite remember where.

The bouncer, though, did remember where he knew her from. Albeit after a moment of silent staring and the look of weirded shock as if she was the last thing he ever expected to see in his life. "Are you - Kara?" he said in a hushed voice as he leaned in towards her. Kara smiled and nodded.

Jack could see, in the reflection of the mirrored double doors, the line behind them inching a little closer to them, forming a little semi-circle to see what the scary-looking, three hundred pound black guy was whispering.

"2006?" the bouncer asked. Kara smiled and nodded again.

The imposing bouncer melded into a cuddly teddy bear when he brought out a bright, white smile. He ripped a page from his clipboard and flipped it over to the blank backside. "I'd be grateful, ma'am, if I could get your autograph," he said in a normal volume bass, and a New Orleans accent.

"What's your name, big guy?" Kara grinned sweetly, taking the clipboard and pen.

"Willie," he replied. She wrote a flirty little sentence, signed her name, adding below it 'Playmate of the Year 2006' and a quick little drawing of the Playboy Bunny. Above it, she placed a kiss, leaving her pink lipstick imprint on the paper.

"And I'll do you one better, Willie," Kara offered, handing his things back. "You got a camera on your phone?" Willie nodded and pulled out his phone. Kara took it from him. "Here, Jack," she said to her brother, handing the phone to him. "Take a picture of me and Willie."

Jack aimed the camera lens at them. While they were getting into position, he took the opportunity to glance again at the mirrored doors. The semi-circle was now a crowd. Kara snuggled up against Willie's side, wrapping an arm around the front of his broad mid-section and he put an arm around her shoulders. Jack took the picture and handed the phone back to the bouncer.

Willie clicked the button on his headset as Kara took a step back from him. "Hey Mark?" he said into the microphone, "can you come out here and escort a few of our guests back to the private booths?"

"Aww, thanks you big teddy bear," Kara smiled, raising up to kiss him on the cheek.

Mark arrived, holding the door open for the trio to enter. As Hayley passed by Willie, Kara looked at her and raised her eyebrows, silently saying "Well?". Hayley understood. She stepped back to the big bouncer and gave him a kiss on the cheek too. "Thank you, Willie," she said to him in a sweet voice.

"You're welcome. It's my pleasure. Now, y'all have a good time," he replied with his brightest smile. Jack just gave him a respectful nod as he passed by.

When the next two people in line came up to Willie, a guy asked the bouncer, "Who was that?"

Willie looked at him like the guy had to be a little slow in the head. "Man, that's Kara Bennett," he said, like he was talking to a child, "she was Playmate of the Year a couple of years ago."

"Really..." the guy trailed off. He leaned sideways and looked around Omar to the door, as if he could look through it to inside the club where the Playmate was. His girlfriend, however, standing beside him, didn't find his interest too amusing. She whacked him on the arm, causing him to stumble and stagger to catch his balance before he finally fell to the sidewalk a few feet away from the line. The line, in turn, began laughing at him.

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About halfway through the movie, and halfway through a fifth pitcher of daquiris, came the moment that Stacy Marie had planned for. On screen Sarah Michelle Gellar was telling Selma Blair how to kiss. And then she demonstrated.

While the girl-on-girl kiss was happening on the screen in front of them, Stacy Marie asked, in the most spontaneous and not pre-planned tone she could, "Ebb, can I ask you something?"

"Sure," Debbie replied quietly, slowly turning her eyes from the screen to Stacy beside her.

"Have you ever kissed a girl?"

Debbie was surprised for a few moments, but the surprise then melted into a diverted-eyes, slightly embarrassed look as she admitted, "Yeah. Sort of."

Stacy Marie feigned a look of excited shock as she grabbed the VCR remote and paused the movie, while surreptitiously activating the app on her Blackberry that set the hidden camera in the VCR to recording. "Wait, really? What do you mean 'sort of'?"

Debbie took a gulp of her frozen mixed drink. "At the party the other night, in the middle of everything, I kinda made out with Jack's sister." For clarification, she added, "Kara."

"Wow, Ebb," Stacy Marie spoke with surprised wonder. "That's wild."

"Have you? Ever done it?" Debbie asked, hoping Stacy would say yes so that she could stop feeling so awkward and embarrassed about just having admitted what she did.

Stacy Marie shook her head slightly. "No, not really. Not like kiss-kiss. It's never come up, I guess," she explained, ending with a slight hint of suggestion calculated to get Debbie thinking about 'coming up' without realizing that Stacy was putting forward the idea that the moment was now going to, very immediately, be coming up.

They stared at each other as a tension began to permeate the air between them. Debbie realized that something was about to happen, Stacy Marie knew what she was going to make happen. Both just waited to see who was going to be the first to move.

Stacy Marie began slowly, inch by inch, leaning in towards Debbie. Moments after she saw her begin to move, Debbie started moving in, too. They paused a moment, their lips an inch apart. Hot breath exchanged between them, while, with open eyes, they stared into the other's before this line was crossed. Stacy recognized Debbie's nervousness and the corners of her mouth curled up into a slightly amused smile. "Ebb..." she spoke softly.

Debbie's eyes flashed a little sparkle that Stacy picked up on when she used the private little nickname. She closed her eyes and placed her lips onto Debbie's. Is she really so lonely that she'll take anyone? How sad that is.

A few seconds after the moment of contact, their lips and mouth started working along side the other's. It wasn't long before Stacy's tongue searched out, seeking, then intertwining gently with Debbie's. Stacy let a tiny giggle out when she felt Debbie's anxiety float away and she placed a hand on Stacy's cheek. In return, Stacy ran a hand up through the soft blonde locks along the side of Debbie's face and back around her neck.

After a minute or so, they slowly broke apart, smiling at each other. This little naughty act they just shared now a physical connection between them. Even if that was all it was ever going to consist of. But it wasn't going to stop at just that kiss. The way they stole glances at each other, quickly looked away smiling when the other saw the glance and giggled revealed the enjoyment that had been obtained through the little contact.

"That wasn't so bad," Stacy Marie grinned as Debbie took the rest of her drink in. "I kinda liked it." That made Debbie giggle. Stacy Marie leaned back in and they were back into another kiss.

Actually, to her own surprise, Stacy Marie found she did like it. It wasn't just going through the motions to just advance a plan. She found that she was actually getting turned on by their kisses.

To further test the waters, not wanting to scare her away, Stacy Marie slowly let her hand slip up onto Debbie's knee. She waited a few moments for a reaction and when it didn't come, the hand moved further up onto Debbie's thigh. Stacy Marie though she felt her partner's tongue get a little more active against her own. Taking it as a positive, the hand moved up even more, first to Debbie's hip, then her waist and, ultimately, up to a slight caress of the side of Debbie's full, round tit.