A Girl Called Eddie

I was proud of my devotion and loyalty to my sister, convinced that nothing would ever come between us. Then, Eddie walked into my life!

Carrie and I had always had similar tastes in men, so I could see immediately why she would be attracted to Eddie. He was in his late twenties, tall and blond with clean cut Scandinavian good looks. Ten out of ten, I decided, hating my sister for having ensnared such a stunning stud.

"Carrie shouldn't be long," I said, ushering him into the lounge. "Can I get you something, while you're waiting?"

"Coffee would be nice," he replied.

As I made my way to the kitchen, I could sense his gaze lingering on my legs, which were sheathed in seamed stockings of dark silk. The short black dress that constituted my maid's uniform left plenty to appreciate on view. The thought that I was probably giving him a hard-on caused my own cock to swell in my panties.

"You must be Carrie's sister," he said, when I returned with the coffee, several minutes later.

"Kirsty," I replied, giving him my girl name, seeing no need to tell the truth.

"I'm Eddie," he said.

I smiled. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Eddie. Do you take cream?"

I sure do! I mentally added.

In a matter of minutes, we were chatting like old friends. Eddie was such a charmer, I could not help but viciously envy my sister. Why couldn't it be me on the receiving end of his undoubtedly delicious cock?

All too soon, Carrie arrived home. As Eddie greeted her with a kiss, she cast a triumphant glance in my direction. As usual, she knew exactly what I was thinking. Bitch!

"You've met Kirsty," she said. "My cousin. Male cousin!"

After that embarrassing revelation, which was designed to thwart any attraction Eddie might have felt towards me, I doubted I would ever see him again. However, Carrie did not know her lover as well as she thought. Two days later, he paid a surprise return visit.