remember any details but he was pretty sure Julie was in it.
He got out of bed, showered and went out into the livingroom. No one else appeared to be up, so he went into the kitchen and poured a bowl of cereal as Beth had suggested. He went out on the balcony and ate it at the patio table, enjoying the sun. It felt like it was already 70 degrees out.
As he sat there he thought about his sister and her gorgeous lover. Apparently they had planned to put on a charade for the time he was in town; Jim bet that was his sister's idea. Julie didn't impress him as someone that would give a damn if anyone knew.
'Penny for your thoughts.' Jim looked around and Julie was standing in the open sliding patio door. She was wearing a short silk robe, cinched tight around her waist but showing plenty of her cleavage. Her hair was pinned up and damned if she wasn't wearing lipstick already. Even fresh out of bed, she looked hot.
'Think of something clever to say,' he thought. He had no idea if Julie even went for guys but he instinctively wanted to open a bridge, just in case. No balls, no glory.
'Uh..I was just enjoying the view,' he said, letting his eyes linger on her chest before looking up at her face.
Julie's eyes dropped quickly to her open robe and then she looked back at him.
Rather than pull it shut, a slow smile played across her lips. Then it was her turn to run her eyes over him; he'd come out in a pair of shorts but no shirt. If Jim hadn't been looking for it, he would have missed it.
'Well, you're only going to be here a short time,' Julie said, 'You should see all you can while you're in town.' Again the smile, then she turned and headed into the kitchen.
'I'll be damned! I think she was flirting back.' Now he had a quandary. Should he press the issue or let it lie? Julie was his sister's lover and Beth had been very kind to invite him and pay for his ticket. Supposing he was able to get into Julie's pants and then Elizabeth found out? It might cause a fall-out and his sister would have to move out of this great apartment.
He decided he couldn't even risk that. 'Keep it in your pants. Besides, you might be reading too much into it.'
Elizabeth came out about fifteen minutes later, in a similar robe, her hair up in a towel. She kissed him good morning and asked if he wanted anything else for breakfast. He declined; she had some cereal as well as they sat out on the patio. Julie had gone in to take her shower. 'I've got a busy day planned for us,' Elizabeth said, finishing her cereal, 'We'll get all of the touristy stuff done today….Statue of Liberty, Wall Street, UN building…then if you're up to it, we can go out tonight. I don't have to work.'
'Hey, that sounds great…I just need to put on some clothes. When do you want to leave?'
'In about 30 minutes…oh…and wear shorts today. It's supposed to be up in the high 80's.' Elizabeth loosened the towel around her head and rubbed her head with it a moment. As Jim was getting up, she brought the towel away and ran her hand back through her damp hair as she crossed her legs, causing her robe to ride up on her thighs. He went to his room, hating himself for once again thinking about his sister in less than a sisterly fashion.
They arrived back at the apartment around 6 o'clock with plans to order out some Chinese food. Jim had never eaten Chinese food and Beth was looking forward to expanding his horizons in that area. The light on the answering machine was blinking and Beth hit it as she picked up the phone to call Wu Fong's. The first message was for Julie and Beth wrote down a number. The second message was: 'Pepper, it's Vince. I know you got tonight off but I need ya to work tonight. Call me when you get in.'
'Shit!' Beth said and sagged her shoulders.
'You got to work?' Jim said from the couch he'd fallen on.
'It sounds like it. I'll try to get out of it if I can.' Elizabeth dialed the phone. 'I really don't need this…I asked for this night off a long time ago.'
'Did that guy call you 'Pepper'?'
'Yeah..Vince, he's the owner, he likes to use nicknames….wait, hello Vince. Yeah, it's me. I just got in… listen, my brother's in town…I know but….well, if I come in, you've got to sweeten it for me…' Jim made like he was interested, flipping through the magazines on the coffee table again.
'That's what I wanted to hear, Vince. I'll be there in an hour. Bye.' Beth hung up the phone. 'Jim, I'm sorry but I'm gonna have to go in. One of the other hostesses can't make it.'
'No sweat, sis. We can do it another night. Besides, I'm beat anyway.'
'Yeah, and I'm gonna be on my feet all night,' Beth whined. 'But I can still order you some food, if you want?'
'No, let's wait. I know you wanted to watch me eat it, am I right? You want to watch your dumb brother try those chopsticks!' Beth laughed.
'Listen, I'll just eat whatever leftovers you got in the fridge. Don't worry about me. Go ahead and get ready for work.'
Elizabeth came out ten minutes later in a nice blouse and slacks. She wrote down the address of the apartment in case he wanted to go out. She said she'd tell the doorman to let him in downstairs and she gave him a spare key. She told him there was a movie theater complex a few streets over if he got bored.
'All right, I'm out of here. See ya later.' She left him with a smile.
Jim made a sandwich and had a beer and watched the local news. The first couple stories were about crimes. Then there was a story about Times Square. That was one landmark that he and his sister had not hit, so he watched it with some interest.
Apparently Times Square was not a great family draw; the whole area looked like it was filled with X-rated movie houses and strip clubs. Just the kind of place Jim was looking for!
He'd been horny all day watching all the girls go by and thinking about his sister and Julie. He didn't know how far it was by cab but he had money. He'd just go to Times Square and take in some sights. Maybe he'd get lucky and fulfill his pledge to himself to get some pussy while he was in the Big Apple.
He went in, looked at himself in the mirror and decided he could get away without a shower. He soaped up his armpits and then used some deodorant. He used some hairspray on his hair after getting it just right. Splashed on some Drakkar aftershave but did not shave; the five-o'clock shadow made him look older.
Moving back into the bedroom, he picked out his clothes. He didn't want to look to good; since the area was seedy he decided to dress down. He settled on a pair of faded stonewashed jeans, a grey dress shirt and his black Nike aeorbic shoes.
He checked his wallet for the fake ID he'd brought from Nebraska for just such a situation. It said he was 21 and the picture was pretty close. Going out into the livingroom, he pocketed the key Beth had given him, took his plate and beer can out to the kitchen.
'Let's fire up!' he said, getting psyched for his big adventure. He grabbed another beer and downed it in a couple of long chugs. 'All right, now we're going!'
Feeling pretty excited, he headed for the front door. And as he did so, it opened and in walked Julie. Last night's dress had been good but the one Julie had on now was even better. Tight like last night's, electric blue and this one had a plunging neckline which showed about five inches of billowing cleavage.
'There's my favorite farmboy!' Julie said as she closed the door and leaned against it. She looked like she had a wild hair up her butt. Jim just smiled at her, not sure if she was complimenting him or if she was making fun of him.
'She could insult me all night if she'll just stand there with her shoulders stooped forward, showing me the tops of those titties,' his evil side thought.
'Looks like you're ready to take Manhattan. Is Liz getting ready?'
'She got called into work.'
'Called into work? Don't tell me you were going out exploring on your own?' Julie moved from the door and walked past Jim, almost brushing her shoulder with. Jim turned to keep her in his sight as she went to sit on the couch. Her strong legs crossed giving him a good view of her thighs.
'Yeah, I've got someplace in mind,' Jim replied. He wanted to see if he could get a reaction out of Julie. 'I'm headed down to Times Square.'
He'd all but told her he was going out to see some flesh and her smile never wavered. In fact, her smile got sorta wicked.
'Time Square's all quantity and not much quality,' Julie said as she crossed her legs, 'I know a real good
