Conflagration by Matthew Lee Page A

register surprise.
    “Fantastic!” he exclaimed. He owed me one and he knew it.
    Tiffany closed her mouth.
    “Yes, Chris, that sounds great.  You head on up and my brother and I will join you in a few minutes. I need to talk to him about my flight and my husband. What room is it?”
    “1804. I have two keys. Here's one, come up whenever you're ready.”
    The young man was so excited he could hardly contain himself. He slid the key across the table to Tiffany, downed the rest of his drink, kissed her cheek and left. She watched him all the way to the exit before turning to me.
    “Did you actually miss my hint or are you planning something I don't know about?”
    “I got your hint and I have no plans at all. I feel a little sorry for the guy. He's so hopeful. Believe it or not I think he's new to this woman-chasing thing and isn't quite sure how to proceed. Let's go to his hotel room. Nothing will happen; you have your older brother tagging along. What sister takes her clothes off in front of her brother? Not counting trips to the bathroom of course.”
    She laughed.
    “That was fucking exciting, David. I've never done anything like this. Can you believe we are even here? That this is even happening?”
    “No.”
    Her eyes got worried. “Are you okay with all this, Honey? I've pushed thing, I know, but have I upset you at all?”
    “Not at all, Tiff, but thank you for checking on me. So far this has just been sexy fun. You know I'm going to fuck you to death when we get home?”
    “I'm counting on that. Why do you think I keep pushing your buttons?”
    I wanted a kiss and started forward but she pulled back.
    “He has friends in the crowd,” she said, glancing around. “We bumped into them while dancing. Of course they're good looking too, but not like Chris.”
    I knew Tiffany found him handsome but after tonight I had to reevaluate the guy.
    “What happens upstairs?” I asked.
    “How should I know? It's your fault we're going. You tell me.”
    I pondered. “Let me rephrase my question; what do you want to happen upstairs?”
    About a million thoughts and ideas flash behind her big green eyes. A smile started and then faded and then started again, growing into a huge grin.
    “I want to suck his big cock.”
    I have no idea what my face did but Tiffany followed up her statement quickly.  
    “I'm not saying I will. I'm just being honest. He's so hot; what a body and that fucker can dance. He's gorgeous and I keep remembering his fat cock in my hand. I want it in my mouth. Does that upset you?”
    “Of course it does, but not all of it bad. The idea is sexy but I know I'm not ready for that, Tiff. That's too much. Can you just give him another hand-job? You can both be naked.”
    Her eyes dimmed. “Okay, Baby, I understand. We should go.”
    My insides flipped and flopped. I loved that she wanted to but hated the idea of her actually doing it. Tonight lover-boy would have to settle but at least he'd get to see her completely naked. That was quite a treat.
    I told Tiffany to head up to the room while I paid the tab and she handed me the room key. The bar was busy so settling our account took longer than I thought but soon I was on the elevator headed up to the room. Over and over in my head I kept hearing Tiffany tell me she wanted to suck his big cock.
    I got to the suite and slid the card and the little green light came on. I opened the door slowly, trying to seem unhurried. I was her brother, not her insecure husband.
    Along the right wall a huge television screen filled the room with flickering color. The sound was off as were all the lights. I closed the door behind me and bolted it and then walked the long hallway to the main room. The floor plan was open; one giant room greeted me with two doors on the far left wall. The entire wall across from me was glass and looked out over our city. Over-stuffed chairs and sofas, chiseled marble tables, large oil paintings, plush shaggy rugs; Chris must have spent