My service begins

I was up early. Well, I barely slept at all. Instead, I kept replaying last night’s events in my head. How could I be so stupid. Why couldn’t I just explain to her what happened?

But it didn’t matter now, I just needed to get through this next week. I got dressed and went straight the kitchen.

Of course, there was barely anything in the fridge. I took a quick trip to the convenience store at the end of our block. I hadn’t received my first paycheck yet, but luckily the decent signing bonus I got from my firm would easily cover my move and the first couple of weeks with plenty left over for savings. I also figured I would try to split the groceries with Naomi later, but right now I needed to get her breakfast done.

Scrambled eggs, bacon and toast. A little fatty, but I was trying to make up for last night. She woke right when I was platting the eggs. She didn’t say anything to me as she took a seat at the table. I set down a plate in front of her and one for me. I brought over some coffee for the both of us and took a seat.

Just as I was sitting down, she stood up, grabbed my plate and tossed it into the trash.

“I didn’t tell you to make breakfast for yourself.” She said in stern, even voice. “And I don’t want you to sit next to me. Sit on the floor right there in case I need you.”

I was dumbstruck, but did what she said. As it turned out she didn’t need me for anything, but I sat there, a few feet from her, waiting, while she ate. The kitchen floor could use a sweep and a mop. I guess that’s something I’ll be doing.

At first, I looked in every direction except for at sister. But after a few minutes I looked up to her. She wasn’t saying anything, but she looked like she was enjoying her breakfast. Naomi was beautiful, I would admit that to anyone except to her. Even before washing up and putting on any makeup. She was wearing a plain sleeveless shirt and shorts. Her pink ankle socks were almost black on the soles. Yeah this whole apartment is going to need a sweep and a mop. I bet she hasn’t done it once since she moved in.

“Hey loser” {sis] didn’t shout, but I was startled since she had been quiet so far. “Stop staring at my feet. I’m done with this, you can have the rest. You have two minutes, come see me in the living room when you are done. And next time keep it simple, some oatmeal with cranberries and a boiled egg is fine.”

I stood up and stared at her plate. I was a little proud that she almost finished her eggs and bacon. Though that meant there wasn’t much for me.

“Hold on.” She said before turning around and grabbing her cup of coffee from the table. “Here is some flavor for you.” She spit into the cup and handed it to me. “Go ahead.” It wasn’t a suggestion.

I took the cup from her hand and took a sip. The coffee was cold by now and I couldn’t taste her spit of course. But the thought of what I was doing made my face wrench up in disgust.

“Hurry up loser.” She said a lighter tone with a smile on her face. Oh she’s going to enjoy this week way too much. I finished what was left of breakfast and walked over to the living room. She was sitting on the couch. Naomi made me sit on the floor again while she gave me instructions for the rest of the day.

It was a long day of sweeping, mopping, cleaning windows, dusting and dishes. The only thing she didn’t make me do was her laundry. While I was happy not to do it, I didn’t like the thought of why she didn’t ask. She probably thinks I’m such a pervert I can’t be trusted with it.

She was off on Saturday. So as I was cleaning she would occasionally ask me to bring her a drink. I made her lunch and bought takeout for dinner. Not how I wanted to spend my first Saturday in the city, but I rationalized that this place needed a deep clean anyway and my sister would have never done it.

I spent Saturday night alone in my room. I texted with Emma for a bit, but mostly passed the time with some gaming. I didn’t stay up late. I was tired as hell after cleaning the whole apartment and I had to be up early again to make breakfast.

I made the oatmeal and boiled egg my sister had asked for, though I had to be reminded to sit on the floor in front of her while she ate. There wasn’t much attending to her personally on Sunday since she had a lunch to dinner shift. And, luckily, I had already cleaned the whole apartment so I did at least get one day to myself while she was at work.

Naomi got in right around 9. I was on the couch, mindlessly watching something on Netflix.

“Fuck what a shitty fucking shift.” She looked more annoyed and tired than angry. Practically collapsing on the couch next to me, she put her feet up to my lap with her shoes still on.

“Don’t get any weird ideas you perv. My feet are killing me and I’m exhausted.” She scolded me before I had even done anything. “Take my sneakers off for me.”

I hesitated as I looked back at her. I wanted to tell her to fuck off. That I’ve already done enough. She must have known what I was thinking, because she lifted her phone and waved it at me.

“You can be such a bitch.” I shot back at her. That was a mistake. She was annoyed before, but now she was angry. I looked down, happy to avoid her glaring at me, and started unlacing her sneakers. I then carefully removed each one.

“That’s better.” Naomi responded more smugly than with anger. “But you know, I don’t think ‘bitch’ is the right way for you to refer to me. Especially since I own your ass for the next week.” She put her index finger on her chin and mocked as if she was thinking about an alternative. “Hmm I know, why don’t you call me Princess for the rest of the week.”

She knew I would hate that. That’s what our parents called her when we were growing up. Well, mom stopped doing it once my sister hit high school, but to my dad Naomi was always his princess. “Yes Princess.” I responded through a clenched jaw.

“Now while I don’t want to encourage your perversions you little loser, I could really use a foot rub. And except for just now you’ve been very good so far this weekend, so you deserve a little treat.” I could tell she was still angry about having called her a bitch, but she hid it behind a terrifying smile.

After a full shift her feet smelled awful. But I knew better than to argue anymore tonight. I took her left foot in my hand and started massaging it. I didn’t really know what I was doing, I hadn’t given someone a foot massage before. But my sister seemed happy enough and she occasionally gave me some instructions. After a bit, she even let out a moan of relief once or twice. I guess I was pretty good at this. Maybe I could ask Emma if she would like one when I see her next weekend.

While I was rubbing her left foot, Naomi rested her right foot on right on my lap. It was irritating at first, but not painful. After about ten minutes something started to happen. Maybe it was the pressure from her foot on my lap, maybe just the act of massaging someone, maybe it was the occasional moan… I don’t know, but I started to stiffen up.

It wasn’t a full erection, so I didn’t think Naomi could tell. It was in that moment though that she asked me to switch feet. I complied and massaged her right foot for another ten minutes. She didn’t leave her left foot on my lap, instead she nestled it between my back and the couch. Oh god she knows. Why did I start to get hard? I don’t like this at all. What the fuck is wrong with me.

When I was finished, my sister stood up and headed to her room. “Nice job loser. I’m going to go take a shower. I better not catch you in my room when I’m done. Breakfast again tomorrow morning.” She rattled off each command as she walked away.

“Yes Princess.” I acknowledged her requests, but the only response was her slamming the door to her room shut.

[Note: This was a longer chapter. I’m hoping to keep them shorter in the future. But let me know if you think the length was okay or should if chapters should shorter or longer.]