How fastly things change

I wish things have been getting easier at work but things have become more difficult. My brother is still laid up in a wheel chair – which makes it hard for him to work in the restaurant, makes him desiring to be back to work sooner rather than later, I’m continuing to break up fights within the staff, yelling at some of the male staff for touching me inappropriately and me not getting enough sleep . My sister in law and her parents have been so amazing through this entire thing.

My brother has been doing so well but has a minor setback right now. One of the incision sites looked slightly infected so he had to go to his doctor’s to have it checked out earlier today. It was showing the beginning stages of infection so the staff at the office cleaned it out and the doctor prescribed antibiotics for my brother to take as a precautionary measure. The toughest thing to see and hear at the doctor’s office was seeing my brother SO cold. He’s NEVER cold; he’s always warm and wearing shorts and t shirts year round. At his in – law’s place, he had blankets on top of blankets on top of more blankets; somewhere in the pile of blankets, he had an electric blanket on the highest setting!!

Last week was my crush’s last week. The last night that he was in, I gave him a hug goodbye and walked off to my car and headed home. I’m embarrassed to say that I cried a good part of the way home. He’s a very good man and we had nothing for respect for each other. I knew that he wouldn’t leave his family for me but I still fell pretty hard for him. One of the employees brought him home and the following day, the employee told me that my crush was a bit upset that it was his last night and that he’d miss me terribly and wish he got to know me more; other than being the boss’s kid sister. Oh well. It’s better off that he’s gone because I’m hoping that there’s someone out there for me and I need to get over him.

Speaking of which, we have a new kid working at the restaurant. He’s a little bit younger than I am, pretty nice but very quiet. In the two or three weeks that he’s been here, we’ve barely said 100 words to each other; even when I’ve driven him home, we barely speak. He rarely speaks to the rest of the staff as well. I think he barely speaks to me because I’m the boss’s kid sister. Or so I thought.

On Tuesday night after I left early, he texted me to ask if I could bring him home and I replied with yes and that I’d return before he’s ready to go. I drove back and parked. Moments later, he stepped outside, came over to my car and hopped in. As I started to drive him home, he said that he doesn’t have any money to pay me gas money. I said that I wasn’t asking for it nor do I want it. He said that he feels bad that I drive him home and he doesn’t pay me. I told him that he’s kinda on my way home anyways so it’s no problem; if it was a problem, I woulda said something to him. Outta nowhere, he asked if he could return the favor by him giving me the best sex that I’ve had. Internally, I rolled my eyes. I couldn’t believe this guy!! Doesn’t he know who I am? Whose sister I am? Apparently he didn’t care!! For fuck’s sake!! Neither did I.

So I said sure. He said to get him home as soon as I could and I sped like a maniac the rest of the way back to his house. When I parked, he flew out of the car, running to the driver’s side to haul me out and drag me into his house, running past his family, right into his room. He slammed the door behind me, locked the door and just about ripped my clothes right off followed by his clothes. He stopped for a second so he could turn his radio on so no one could hear us but his family already knew what we were going to do.

He pushes me against the bed, my one shoulder hitting the bed post, making me scream in the process. He grabs my purse and dumps it so he could grab a condom, rolls it on and thrusts his seven inch long, three inch wide cock inside me. I scream in a mix of pain and pleasure. He pounds into me until I lose count how many times I orgasm.

He flips me over and starts fucking the hell out of my ass. In a matter of seconds, we both orgasm together. He pulls out, rips the condom off and flops to his side.

“I can’t believe how hard you made me and how hard I still am!” he panted. “If I hadn’t pulled a 12 hour day, I would be up for another round with you.”

“Lay back,” I said with a mischievous smile. Once he did, I took as much of his big cock in my mouth and sucked him for a long ass time. Twice, in a matter of ten minutes, he came in my mouth; screaming in pleasure both times.

As soon as he came the second time, he rolled me onto my back, spread my legs and used his mouth to pleasure my mound. In no time flat, he had me screaming in pleasure again.

“Freaky girl,” he called me as he rolled another condom on. “I’m really gonna make you scream out this time. I’m gonna fuck you till you can’t walk anymore!”

“I put 50 Shades to shame,” I said. “Tie me up, spank me, pull my hair, bruise my tits; I don’t mind what you do as long as your neighbors know your name when you’re done with me!”

Over the next hour and a half, he had his way with me countless times, going through who knows how many boxes of condoms. By the end of the time, I was hoarse, had a sore mound, sore ass from being spanked and fucked and huge bruises all over my body; tits included. He helped me get dressed, walked me out to my car, gathered his things and made me promise him that I’d text him when I got home.

Once home, I just got ready for bed, forgetting – purposely – to let him know that I got home ok. Not too long after I fell asleep, my phone started ringing and woke me up. It was him.

“What the fuck, boo?” he said. “You were supposed to let me know that you got home ok!! Jesus! I’ve been worried about you!”

“Good lord, Papi!” I said. “It takes me an hour to get home from your neck of the woods and after our fuck fest, you expect me to believe that you were worried about me? I don’t think so! But yes, I’m home, safe and sound. I’ll see you tomorrow!” I hung up on him and turned my phone off for the rest of the night.

When I went in the next day, I could barely look at him. Everyone, including him, asked me if I was ok. I said I was and that I hadn’t slept well the night before; which was the truth. I didn’t need to explain myself to them. For a good portion of the day, he kept looking at me to see if I was really ok like I said I was.

Later that night, he pulled me aside to ask me if I could give him a ride home. I nodded that I would and went to go finish what I needed to get done. I wanted to get done pretty fast so I could get him home and then on my way home. I finished in no time flat, gathered my stuff – bringing it to my car – grabbed my purse and told him that I was ready. He grabbed his stuff, changed in front of me, and then we were on our way.

We barely spoke, as usual, as I drove him home. It was a little awkward for me since I am the boss’s kid sister and this guy could care less, but whatever. We had sex and that was it. No need to discuss it because it meant nothing to either of us; other than a fuck.

“Thanks,” he said.

“No problem,” I replied. “See you tomorrow.”

“I meant for not saying anything to anyone about what happened last night,” he said. “The last person I want to know what happened is your brother. I have much respect for him; and for you – that I didn’t say anything to anyone. It’s no one’s business but ours.”

“Why on earth would I say anything? No one needs to know what anyone else does outside of here; especially when it comes to me. There’s a ton about me that my brother doesn’t know and that it’s not his business to know; last night included.” I said. “I just won’t fuck you again.”

“Why won’t we fuck again?” he asked.

“We both work for my brother, I expect whoever is my fuck buddy to stay fucking me alone – no other woman is permitted – you were around for a good fuck and nothing more,” I said. “You’re really not my type. Sure, you’re Hispanic, strong as all get out and attractive but we’re on different pages. I need someone to talk with and maintain a conversation but that’s not you. You’re a womanizer; I need a man instead of a boy. I need someone who can handle my strong personality and back down; not sure if that’s you but like I said I’m not interested in anyone who continues to womanize when I want a fuck buddy who won’t give me an STD.”

I drove off and went straight home. The entire time I was driving, he was calling and texting me but I ignored him. I didn’t have the patience to deal with him that night.

Thursday night he had off and worked on Friday. The entire night, he kept trying to flirt with me but I kept ignoring him until I had to drive him home. We talked about the last conversation that we had. I explained that the less we talk at work, the better it looks; like we’ve got nothing really to do with each other except for working the same days. He was hurt that I didn’t talk as much to him as I do with the other guys. I told him that I work with everyone else 6 days a week for the past 8 months and have a rapport and relationship with them; I wasn’t trying to exclude him but I’m not trying to offend either.

I worked Valentine’s, had off on Sunday, worked yesterday – as did he but he had a ride – and we both worked today and couldn’t really talk to him today because I didn’t feel like it. I know, it’s rude, but it’s not my job to be friends with him or anyone else on staff!!

As I was gathering my things in the office, he came up to me to ask if I could bring him home, I said sure but he knew that I didn’t want to even though he knows I will because I don’t want anyone walking home after dark, especially in such cold weather like tonight.