Cliff woke up to a weight being shifted on top of him and groaned out of sleep, stretching out an arm to turn on a lamp by his bedside. He blinked furiously to find Missy on top of him, holding his wrists above his head, her knees on either side of his waist.

"Wakey-wakey, Brother Dear," She smiled at him.

"What the fuck are you doing in here? Did you forget I don't have an open-fucking-door policy? Did I not say 'go fuck yourself after five'?" Cliff mumbled crossly, thrashing half-heartedly under her, attempting to turn over and go back to sleep.

"Poor, little, Cliffy, always in a bad mood whenever he first wakes up," Missy tutted at him, shaking her head slowly.

"Eat me."

Missy licked her lips suggestively, "Planning on it."

Cliff closed his eyes, hoping that if he went to sleep Missy would quit annoying him. Missy leaned down and kissed him softly, eliciting an unintentional moan from Cliff.

"Ha! Knew you wanted it!" Missy bragged, making to jump off of him now that she'd proven her point.

Cliff caught her around the waist and flipped them so that she was with him under the blankets. He rolled on top of her and pinned her arms above her head.

"You see, I have this friend, and he has a problem. He's kinda in the red zone on top of this girl, who left him hanging twice today. . . ." Cliff said softly, bending down and mumbling in her ear.

"Only once, dumbass," Missy corrected, smiling at him discreetly.

"Nonononono," Cliff slurred, saying it so fast that it practically meshed into one word, also shifting her wrists over to just one of his hands so he could shake a finger at her. "See, there was that incident on the couch this afternoon, where your friend came over and interrupted, then there was this thing that happened while I was sleeping. I'm being lenient by not counting this as one, since you were so eager to take off and all."

"You can't blame me that you're a twisted dick who has wet dreams about his sister. Jeez, can't even get pussy in your own dreams. . . ." Missy sigh.

"More like nightmares. . . . So what brings you to my hole in the wall?"

Missy broke Cliff's hold on her wrists and ran a finger down his chest.

"I dunno. . . . I didn't want Torrance to interrupt us," Missy said in innocent tones.

"Huh, and to think, could've made it interesting for all three of us," Cliff pondered.

Missy hit Cliff's bare chest with a faint "smack!" with the flat of her palm. "Hey!"

"Jealous?" Cliff asked, almost innocently, running his knuckle along her jaw.

"No. . . . " Missy eluded, shifting uncomfortably.

"You don't mind if I fuck Torrance? Okay," Cliff shrugged, making to get off of her, but Missy grabbed his forearm and hauled him back on top of her, crashing her lips into his. Cliff tore his mouth away from hers and smiled egotistically, "A little possessive are we?"

"Shut up," Missy laughed, hitting him in the side of the head with a pillow. "Don't you want to make love to me?" She asked, arching her back to press her chest up against him.

"No," Cliff replied flatly. "But, what the hell. I'll fuck you." He grinned toothily at her and received yet another pillow to the side of the head.

Cliff leaned down, smiling, and kissed her full on the mouth. Missy slung her arms around Cliff's neck and pulled him closer. Cliff pulled her top over her head in one fluid motion, attaching his lips to her collarbone once it was off. Missy grabbed his chin and pulled his face up to hers to kiss him on the mouth when he resisted. He stopped, tilting his head to the side to listen closer.

"Shhh!" He told her, pinning her again so she'd stop making noise.

"What?" Missy laughed.

"Shut up. I think that was the door."

"Well what the fuck, Cliff, Torrance already left."

"I know. You see this is exactly fucking why I said don't come in here after five. Because now our parents are home and I've got a fucking boner," Cliff whispered harshly.

"So? It's not out of the ordinary for you to have a goddamn boner after sleeping. . ." Missy said.

"Don't be stupid. It's out of the ordinary, at least for mom and dad, for me to have a goddamn boner on top of you, now isn't it?" Cliff spat back, falling back beside her and letting her wrists go. "Get out."

"Fine," Missy smirked back at him evilly. She shoved her hand under the band of his boxers, letting her fingertips dance on his stark erection. When she wrapped her fingers in a firm fist around him he moaned, throwing his head back onto the pillow. Missy ran her hand up and down his length a couple of times. Missy lowered her lips so they hovered above his, daring him to connect despite the fact that their parents were home. "I'll let you deal with that all on your lonesome," She whispered, licking his lip and removing her hand, then bounced off the bed and walked to the door.

As his sister left his room, just before the door closed, he hollered to her, "That makes three!"