Early access

“Jeez! This is your new club? Maki This is fucking banging!”

Erik looks around the swanky new club, Erik glances at his step sisters grinning face, looking very proud of herself. Erik had expected a small nightclub, ground level, maybe down some stairs, so he was shocked when the bouncer lead him to an elevator that took him up several, several floors. The interior of the club, even with the bright cleaners lights on, does nothing to hide the opulent use of blacks and gold decor, on the spacious dance floor and bordered with dark corners, and intimate velvet lined booths. Erik walks across the club, Maki buzzing as she walks along side him, Erik peers through the floor-to-ceiling windows that offer a sweeping, beautiful view of the city skyline.

“There’s also a penthouse,” she winks, “you were asking where I was staying?” She waves him over, already turning to head him to the private elevator behind the bar.

“Oh shit you live here as well? Damn, I didn’t realise just how well the old club did.” Erik says as he follows, his male instinct dragging his eyes down the way his step sisters ass that sways with each step, he catches himself but not before Maki got a view of his gaze through the reflection on the bar.

Much like her step brother, Maki does her best to mentally shake off the satisfaction she gets from catching her brother checking her out. As she presses the elevator call button she takes a silent deep breath, Erik momentarily distracted by the long bar and the shelves of differing alcohols.

She closes her eyes, and her mind betrays her — the image of his thick, long, even when only half erect cock. The veiny monster that he uses to fuck his multiple girls, a man after her own heart, the type of man she would be if she were a man — the type of man she would have fuck herself now. Shit — if it were anyone other than Erik right now, she’d fuck him as soon as they reached the penthouse.

So why? Why does she feel her pussy already getting hot when Erik steps into the tight elevator with her. She flashes her best nonchalant grin at Erik as her huge, round breasts press into his chest, the cramped elevator not really giving any other option.

‘We’re not blood related though.’

The dirty thought flashes through her head, Erik talking about… something, trying to keep her distracted. A part of her, a horny, lustful, and excited part of her — doesn’t immediately reject the idea. She watches her step brother speak, not really taking in his words, looking at his lips, feeling through her chest his firm pecs.

‘I could.’

The elevator doors opens and Erik steps out, already wowing in amazement, Maki follows behind him.

“Fucking hell! Good thing you’re not scare of heights, this is a crazy fall.”

Maki follows him into her bedroom, looking out the window at the cities skyline, “How fuckin’ good? This place makes me seem rich as fuck, aye?”

“You have to let me use this place, one of these days, please? Vi would froth this place,” Erik asks eagerly, turning to his step sister.

Maki narrows her eyes, “did you seriously just ask me if you could fuck your girlfriend on the bed I sleep in?”

Eriks mouth opens and then closes, his eyebrows furrowing together, “Oh. Wait. Yeah. Never mind.”

Maki laughs and pulls him in under her arm, putting him in headlock as she ruffles his hair, “Baby bro! Of COURSE! You can fuck in my bed! As long as I can watch.”

“Ewwwww” Erik says, laughing as he tries to disentangle himself from her toned arms. He manages to eventually pull himself out and walks back out to the main room, looking around some more, “For real though. This place is so cool, not to be a downer, but is there a catch?”

Maki follows him and collapses on the couch, putting her feet up onto the table, “Yeah, no shit,” she laughs, “I don’t want to think about it too much. But, It needs to do well.”

Erik nods, sitting on the smaller single seater couch, crossed from the long one Maki resides on, “The club you mean?”

She nods in response, “I put in some of my own money, I pitched the idea of opening a bigger, fancier club. A lot of it is on me. If it crashes and burns, I’m fucked. He’s not.”

Erik nods, a pang of worry on his face, but he grins, putting a fist over his heart, “You got this dude. I’ll spread the word. Sai knows a shit load of rich dickheads, we’ll get them coming. I gotchu.”

Maki smirks and looks him up and down with a challenging gaze, “You’re telling me that the kid that used to build gundams has the kind of pull to help me out? When’d you get so hot?”

Erik laughs, “I still build them! Don’t get it twisted! Sai and I still go out and paint those things, times have changed ya old fuck.”

Maki’s mouth opens, impressed with his response, “Shit okay okay, got you all wrong,” she smirks, running a tongue over top teeth, “well, I should’ve assumed that huh? How many girls you fucking now?”

Erik blushes, still somewhat unused to talking about this — can you ever get used to that topic, to be fair? “You make me sound like some sort of man whore.”

“I’m not far off though am I? What was that girls name? Hilda?”

“Heidi.” Erik corrects.

“Right. Her. Vi. You fucking Sai’s girl too?”

Erik looks away, seemingly finding something very interesting on the balcony.

“Seriously!?” She laughs, throwing her head back and putting a hand on her chest.

The sun starts to set and Erik decides it’s time to take his leave, Maki still insists that she wants him and all his friends — including Vi — to come to the opening night, the bouncers will be told in advance, and familiarised with Erik’s last name — which he shares with the club owner anyway, to let him in, free entry, opening night and every other night he decides to visit.

Erik assures her that he’ll be there, and he’ll bring his friends and spread the word.