Chapter 25 - scavenging (2/2)

"Mmmmm someone's up early, huh?" Alice purred as she leaned against the doorway, her delicate hands grasping the frame. Looking at me through lidded eyes, she stretched her lean muscles in a commendable attempt at seduction. Her only effort at retaining a some semblance of modesty was a peach orange, silky nightgown she had draped over her body. While she had opted for white lace panties, Alice had forgone all other articles of clothing.

As she raised her arms above her head and thrust her chest forward, the nightgown fell open, revealing the tan, toned flesh beneath. Her perky bust perched atop her ribcage which, much to my disappointment, was still readily prominent. Her nipples stood at attention, roused by a mixture of desire and the brisk morning air.

I had been hoping that she would have followed in her older sister's footsteps by now and succumb to the fattening will of her genes, but the display was still amusing enough and, admittedly, tempting in its own capacity. Perhaps I might have considered taking my chances, but I had already let Laci best me. I did not intend to make a habit of forfeiting control. Besides, I could make this work for me, even with Alyssa under the same roof.

"You're not here for my big sis, are ya? You do know that the cow'll be fast asleep until noon, right?"

Despite the undercurrents of venom in her voice, it appeared Alice was getting as much from Alyssa's gain as I was. I wouldn't have been surprised if Alyssa had moved out solely to prevent her younger sister from snatching away her boyfriends. Once Alyssa had blown up, it hadn't taken long for Alice to become drunk with ego. It was as if she derived an intense, even sexual, pleasure from holding her trim, tempting figure over her flabby sister.

She moved past me and towards the refrigerator, casting a sideways glance to ensure I was held captive by the sway of her hips. She pulled open the fridge doors and bent down into its cool interior, allowing her gown to ride up and over the curve of her ample ass cheeks.

A shudder of arousal coursed through me, but it was unrelated to Alice's efforts. It seemed I had conditioned Alyssa perfectly. She had gone from squeezing workouts into her schedule whenever she could to sleeping half the day away. She must wake up only to fill her growing gut or drag herself to work.

I could feel my muscles tense as my excitement to see my slumbering sow multiplied.

"I haven't seen you around, lately. I figured you must've dumped my pig of a sister. But I'm glad you came back for me. They always do."

I'm audacious, but I'm certainly more covert than this, right? This bitch was bold, assuming I had only come back to ravage her while Alyssa slept.

But I could use that.

"Well, Alice, I have to say that you definitely left an impression on me. I don't think I could stay away if I wanted to," I chuckled.

Alice, still at the open fridge, sprung to attention, jostling what little cushion had been left on her tight ass. She thought she had her prey ensnared. It was adorable.

"But I thought I'd treat both you girls to breakfast, nonetheless. The only thing I love more than cooking is a girl with a healthy appetite to enjoy my craft. And I think Alyssa has that in spades."

A pause.

"No matter how fit you may be, she has you beat."

Alyssa may have been spoiled through ceaselessly glutting herself, but Alice was rotten to the core. While I had only had a handful of run ins with her, Alyssa's stories helped fill in the blanks. Alice was a vulture. By virtue of her own nature, she had never needed to adapt to rejection. After all, a sunbaked carcass doesn't cry out in refusal as scavenger birds tear the flesh from its bones.

Rather than pursue her own prey, Alice was content to poach any and all relationships Alyssa managed to establish. Maybe it was how she got off. Maybe it was some ancient vendetta between the two. Maybe she was just born that way. I know that last argument could be made for my manipulative nature.

Perhaps that potential commonality was why I knew exactly how to play her.

Even the slightest denial of her desires, even the tiniest advantage her older sister could hold over her, was devastating to Alice's ego. Especially now that Alyssa had descended to, in Alice's eyes, the level of a barnyard animal. The most insignificant insinuation was all I needed.

Alice, attempting to regain her composure, let out a sputtering scoff. The notion that Alyssa had her beat in any capacity was ridiculous, right? But nonetheless, Alice folded her arms self consciously across her near bare chest. Some subconscious layer of her mind knew that I wasn't an easy target. I was liable to slip right through her fingers. I'm sure I wasn't uniquely desirable compared to her other conquests, but her twisted principles dictated that she had to have me. And I wasn't coming without a cost.

"Ha! Don't be stupid! I could outeat her any day of the week! I'm just not such a lazy sack of shit that I let myself blow up like a blimp! If that pig hit the gym as I hard as I do, maybe she could look half as hot as me!"

Her vitriol towards Alyssa was blatant now, and that meant I had sent her into a tailspin. After all, how could anyone prefer a pig over a princess? With just a single denial, one solitary doubt of her dominance, and the remorseless scavenger had become my potential prey.

I finished transferring the last of my delicacies from the stove to the table before suddenly closing the distance between us. Drawing Alice into my arms I could already feel the layer of rippling muscles beneath her smooth, olive skin. I guess she wasn't lying about turning her family's fatty feasts into hardened bulk.

She gasped as I held her by slender shoulders, almost suspending her off the ground, and brought my face inches from her own. With her body pressed against mine I could feel her nipples, once again at attention, poking into my pecs. I could almost smell her excitement.

"You talk a big talk, Alice, but I'm a man of action. Now why don't you have your sister waddle down here so you can show her how a real woman eats, yeah? Give me a reason to keep coming back."

I released her back onto her feet, which would have sent a less agile girl stumbling, but Alice recovered quickly. With her balance, her bravado returned in full force.

"Yeah, I can show you a real woman," she paused to bite her lip, still jittery from my impromptu display of dominance, "and it certainly isn't Miss Piggy upstairs. I'll drag her out of bed just to show that bitch up. But next time, I better get you to myself."

Her self satisfied smile reclaimed its rightful place on her face as she winked at me and, without another word, turned to sashay up the steps.