6 comments/ 66645 views/ 11 favorites One Step Closer to Heaven By: One Step Closer to Heaven "That would be an unhappy Thanksgiving," Janey said. George agreed. She twirled her paper cup on the table while thinking. Then she said, "I'm not sure I can go along with this." George felt his stomach fall through his knees. He knew he was taking a risk, telling family members about his living arrangements, but he certainly couldn't keep them away forever. Sooner or later, they'd have to know. Even if they never came to visit, they'd still have to know. "I find the entire thing incredible," Janey continued. "I'm not sure I even believe it. You'll need to show me." George blinked. "I need to what!?" he squeaked. "You need to show me. We're not far from your place, right? Let's go there now. You can show me your apartment, I can get an idea of what we're dealing with here, and then I'll decide whether I can present this to Jerry and Heather, or maybe whether you're full of shit." She sipped her tea again. George cleared his throat. "Well?" she demanded. "Right now?" George asked. "I have just over an hour before my next appointment," Janey informed him. She started to rise, her chair feet sliding soundlessly across the low pile carpet. "If we dawdle, we won't have time." George was overwhelmed with physical sensation. He was stiflingingly hot, he was numb, his ears were ringing. His vision narrowed to a dot, focused on the Mocha Frappuccino before him. He couldn't breathe. He feared he might be passing out. He wasn't sure anything around him was even real. Yet before he was even fully aware of all this, the moment passed and he found himself rising to his feet, reaching for his drink, turning, following Janey's middle-aged figure in Navy suit and no-nonsense heels out the door and down the sidewalk towards Sinclair Towers Adult Apartment Homes. "This is it," George announced, indicating the concrete façade of Sinclair Towers with a vague wave of his hand. He felt a quick flashback to the day he first entered that building, absolutely ignorant of the lifestyle lived within its walls. He realized that he felt now much the same way as he'd felt then, blindsided, dumbfounded, just trying to keep his feet and his mental balance while events unfolded around him. He'd stumbled along until he found himself walking down a hallway totally bare-ass naked, accompanied by Leilani, his favorite leasing agent of all; up the elevator to the penthouse floor; along that hallway, passing other people seemingly spanning an eighty year age range and not a single one of them put out by either his nudity or tumnsescence; then into the executive suite and the board room, where eight women, seated in comfortable chairs drawn up to an expensive-looking conference table, awaited his arrival. "Is there a locker room entrance on this street?" Janey asked. "Right up there," George replied, pointing to the second sidewalk to approach the building. Janey moved without hesitation in the direction George had indicated, evincing the same decisive air she had displayed in leaving the coffee shop. She and Jerry hadn't built a multi-million-dollar business from the ground up by being shy and indecisive. She knew what she wanted, and she knew how to get it. And once again, despite this being his building, his apartment, his home, George found himself just hanging on for the ride. He mentally shrugged and followed her to the door. It wasn't like this was all that unusual, he reminded himself. He wasn't about to do anything he didn't do every time he came home. He always stopped and stripped in the locker room. There were usually women present. Some of them he'd met and spoken with. He'd even reached the point where he could stand anywhere inside Sinclair Towers, bare-assed naked yet unembarrassed while talking with one or more fully clothed females of virtually any age or life station. He'd known that eventually he would have to share all this with someone from outside. He couldn't live like a hermit forever. But he'd never in his most fevered fantasies imagined that the first person he'd share this experience with would be Janey, no-nonsense business-woman, world-class gossip, and his older brother's younger wife. They reached the steel security door. Janey stood aside so George could swipe his card across the magnetic reader. The door popped ajar and he tugged it open. Janey walked into the short hallway. The lighting seemed dim after a walk in fall sunlight, but the air smelled fresh, and the carpet and walls were clean. She seemed to approve. They followed the passageway around a blind corner and immediately found themselves in what appeared to be a men's locker room from a high-end country club. Everything was carefully styled, color-coordinated, well lit and well-polished. Hardwood floors gleamed from daily buffing. Mahogany locker doors exuded a faint scent of lemon oil. Smoothly varnished wooden benches flanked the lockers, creating a kind of walkway down the center of the room. As they entered, several men in various stages of dress or undress looked up, nodded or smiled in greeting, and continued their routine. But unlike a country club locker room, there were also a number of women present, waiting for their men or just passing through. Janey stepped aside for a moment to let her eyes adjust and take in the truth of it all. Bless his twisted little heart, her weasley brother hadn't been lying. "You were absolutely serious about this, weren't you?" Janey said with a touch of wonder in her voice. "Yes, you can see here that it is exactly as I described it." George paused a few seconds, then hurried on. "So, you have appointments to get to, right?" He began moving back towards the exit. "Oh, I have a few minutes yet, and all I see here is a co-ed locker room," Janey stated. "I want the ten dollar tour. I must at least see your apartment before we leave. We've come this far..." "Ah, but, I mean, in order to show you the apartment I'd have to take all my clothes off. Are you sure?" George began to flush again. Janey just looked at him briefly and nodded, then returned her gaze to the men in various states of undress scattered about the room. George sighed and mentally accepted his fate. As he'd concluded earlier, he couldn't remain a hermit forever. It was inevitable that someone would learn his secret, and eventually everyone would know. It might as well start here. "There's one locker for each apartment," George explained, interrupting her enjoyment of the scene. "Mine is one row over." He noticed her entranced surprise, noted that she'd probably thought he was spinning bullshit. "You can wait here if you like, no one will mind." He began to move down a side aisle towards another row of lockers. "Hmm? Oh! No, I'll come with you," Janey blurted. George wasn't all that bad looking, as brothers go, and she still suspected this might be some kind of set up. Maybe he would disappear through a side door and leave her standing here surrounded by naked men. If he was going to get naked, she intended to watch. If he was going to try to ditch her, she intended to make it impossible. She followed George behind the first row of lockers and noticed there were quite a few all told. One per apartment, she'd heard him say, and there were at least twenty floors to this building. That, she thought, could work out to a lot of naked men. George angled left, stepped around a heavy wooden bench, and without hesitation waved his card at one of the locker doors. A tiny light Janey hadn't even noticed till then flashed briefly, and George popped the door open. Janey peered inside The locker was spacious enough to provide room for a suit, several shirts, rods for pants; there were shelves for underwear and shoes; there was a bin with a wire frame that held what was apparently a laundry bag. The entire space was lined in cedar. Janey's opinion of George was being threatened here. Obviously this was not a low-budget operation, and like all business people she had a healthy respect for money. And just as obviously George belonged here, because he had the card that opened the door and the locker. But now for the moment of truth. For George's part, he was running on auto-pilot. It was just business as usual, the same thing he'd done every time he entered his building for the last month. True, he'd never had a guest, a female guest at that, standing right there watching him strip. Yes, it did feel different with Janey here, but if he just kept his eyes forward, kept his attention on what he was doing, it was really no different. Right? Oh hell no. This was very different. His sister was watching him strip. Telling himself that she's a nurse, she's seen scores of weenies, didn't help. This was a social situation, not a medical exam. She was dressed for her next business meeting, Navy suit, black heels, styled hair, perfect makeup, with her satchel slung from her left shoulder and her paper Starbucks cup in her right hand, casually watching him slip his shirt over his head, hang it with his jacket, kick off his shoes, unzip his pants. He was wearing boxers, so the feeling wasn't all that different from being at a public pool. During his family years, he'd often worn boxers as pajamas when others were around, to spare them his naked honesty. So sliding his pants down his legs and pulling them off around his socks wasn't all that different from dressing down at the beach after a long car ride. Socks came off easily, He didn't even need the bench. At least his coordination and balance weren't deserting him. Armed with a nervous smile, he glanced quickly in Janey's direction to see her watching him. His gaze didn't linger long enough to catch her expression. Maybe for her, this was just another medical exam, nothing different at all. Well, nothing except that she'd actually been the one to bring him here, put him in this position, and now she stood quietly off to one side and casually watched him strip naked in front of her because that's what he was required to do. Drawing a quick breath, George closed his eyes, exhaled, grabbed the waistband of his boxers and pushed them down over his hips. He let go, felt them drop softly to his feet. He kicked his feet free one at a time, hooked the thin fabric with a toe and lifted it to his hands to avoid bending over in front of Janey. He hung them on a hook in the locker, draped the thin chain attached to his key card around his neck, double checked that he had everything he'd need upstairs, then swung the locker door shut. It thumped softly. He waited a moment, his hand resting on the smooth wood, focusing on just breathing. He assumed Janey was looking directly at his naked ass. He felt shivers running through his skin like electric current. Was it cold in there, or was his dick trying to crawl up into his abdomen all on its own? But finally there was no more reason to delay. Naked as the day he was born, George turned to face Janey. Her nanometer smile turned almost large. "I didn't think you'd actually do it," she said, openly examining him from head to toe, her gaze lingering the barest moment on his crotch. "I have to, it's part of the lease agreement," George replied. "You saw there in the main passage, all the women were dressed, but all the men were either getting dressed or getting undressed. It's the way things are in this building." "And you're okay with that?" Janey questioned. George shrugged. "I live here, I guess I must be okay with it. Once you see the apartment, I think you'll understand. Yes, it's embarassing, especially at first. I thought I would die the first couple times I had to do this, but then I got used to it. And the longer I live in that apartment, the more I love it. I mean the apartment, not the nudity stuff. Every morning I get up and look out my windows and fall in love with it all over again. I know some people would think I'm a twisted little fuck for living like this, but I actually feel pretty damned lucky to be able to do it. And frankly, after awhile it starts to seem odd when you have to wear clothes. Unnatural." "So you really are just an exhibitionistic little perv?" Janey asked with a smile as she turned to lead the way back to the main passage. George grimaced. "I suppose you might say the evidence is indisputable, but really, I never imagined this until the opportunity to live here came up. And when I came here to ask about an apartment, I was totally unaware of all this CFNM stuff. The leasing agent showed me the apartment before telling me about all that. I fell in love with the apartment. The CFNM clause in the lease was just part of the deal." Janey turned to him with a wry smile. "I'm not sure that's such a good thing," she said. "What if you get so comfortable with it that you forget to put your clothes on before going outside?" She pointedly looked directly at his crotch, where his genitals were trying to hide as best they could. He'd taken to cropping his pubic hair very short, because that seemed to be the fashion at Sinclair Towers. If you gotta show it, might as well make it look good, right? Right now, he wasn't sure that was such a good idea. They walked down the main passage, past men dressing and undressing, past females of all ages, mature women and young girls gathered about chattering or just passing through. Even the few children present followed the rules: boys naked alongside their elders, little girls dressed in pinafores and bows, shorts and shirts of all patterns and colors, all accepting their situation as if it was the most natural thing in the world. The elevator whisked them swiftly to the twentieth floor, and moments later George was opening the door to his apartment. "Still sparsely furnished, I'm afraid," George apologized as they entered, "but I promise that the view is everything I ever said it was." They entered and Janey moved immediately to the wall of glass that made up the entire outside wall of his apartment. "Wow," she said. "I can see why you love it. I don't know that I'd be willing to run around naked in a building full of men for this, but it certainly is special." She turned to scan the rest of the open floor plan, walked quickly through the two bedrooms, bathrooms, laundry nook, kitchen. Every room she entered fairly pulsed with fall sunlight, unfiltered by trees or low-lying smog. They were even above much of the street noise. She felt like George lived in a tower of blessings, isolated from the mundane things of earth, just one short step from heaven itself. As she moved back into the central living area, Janey pulled her cell phone from the little pocket in her satchel, turned, and snapped a picture of the master bedroom and the view beyond. Then she snapped the central living area, getting first the kitchen and dining area, then the living room with its gas fireplace. Finally, spinning and clicking in one smooth, quick movement, she snapped a picture of George, fully nude, bathed in brilliant, detail-revealing natural light. "I'd prefer you didn't do that," George said. What, honestly, could he do about it now? He wasn't about to attack her and take her cell phone. It was an essential tool of her business. He wasn't even sure he'd be able to find the picture and delete it. Certainly not before she got him by his free-swinging balls and demanded it back. He quickly decided to try honey instead of vinegar. "Can I see the picture?" He asked. Janey bit her lip and hummed to herself while punching buttons, working through the menu options. Then she stopped, held the phone in front of her, studied it intently, and smiled brightly. She turned it towards George. "Here," she said. He moved closer, trying to appear relaxed and casual. He leaned forward, peering at the phone. He could feel his shrunken package hanging free of his thighs as he bent. It really was hard to focus on the tiny screen, but he could see well enough to know that it held a clear image of a naked man. He moved closer, reaching out to Janey's hand to steady the phone and help himself focus. "Oh no you don't," Janey said, pulling the phone sharply out of his reach. "This is my phone and my picture. You don't touch." George looked at her in a mild state of shock. Janey continued. "Let's not forget who is standing here butt naked, showing everything he's got, buster. This picture doesn't show anything you're not already showing me right now!" "Do I even need to point out that there's a huge difference between letting you see me naked because that's what my apartment lease requires, and having my naked ass posted all over the internet?" George argued. "You're the one who signed the lease," Janey replied. You're the one who moved in here, you're the one who brought me here, and you're the one who took your clothes off and marched up here like the little drummer boy modeling the Emperor's new clothes." "None of that," he nearly shouted, "gives you permission to take pictures of me naked, espcially on something that connects directly to the fucking internet! Taking pictures here without permission is a gross invasion of privacy." "I wouldn't do that!" Janey expostulated, seemingly upset that he would even think such a thing. "I promise I won't put the picture on the internet. Geez, don't you trust me at all?" Janey raised her hands as if in surrender and backed away a step. There was nothing submissive about her facial expression. "I don't want to see a copy posted on your refrigerator, or getting emailed to all your friends either," George said. He wanted it clear that this could be a breaking point in the family relationship. "I expect total discretion on your part. I expect you to protect my privacy the same way you'd protect your kids. Are we clear on that?" George found himself falling back on his Navy experience, making sure people understood exactly what was expected of them. Janey, however, had never been in the military, and she wasn't used to taking orders from anyone. She had her own way of doing things. "I'll be discreet," Janey said. "I promise." "Why would you even take a picture of me like this in the first place?" George asked. "What do you honestly think you can do with it that won't cause problems?" Janey looked at him over the phone, then tucked it back into the pouch in her satchel. The real reason for taking the picture, of course, was that without this proof no one would believe her. But she couldn't say that out loud, not right now. She needed something to assuage George or he might back out of hosting the family Thanksgiving, and this was starting to look like way too much fun to miss. "Why did you agree to have everyone here for Thanksgiving?" she countered. "You're worried about me taking a picture, but you're going to have to strip in front of everyone anyway. How did you plan on handling that?" George was caught unprepared for that argument. Why had he agreed? Because he was tired of always feeling like he was on the outside of the family, because he wanted to do his part, because he didn't want to feel like he was in exile? But maybe, now that Janey raised the question, it was going to be a disaster. Maybe this was a huge, horrible mistake. Maybe his entire family, top to bottom, would be offended and he'd be both the laughing stock and mainstay of family gossip for generations to come. "I, uh, mentioned in my email that there were issues here that would need to be discussed," he stuttered. He shook his head, tried reversing the field yet again. After all, he was the one whose privacy was being threatened by the insidious camera phone. There was a reason they were banned in locker rooms around the country. He assumed an injured tone. "The worst part of this is, I still have to stand here naked. By all rights, after such an invasion of my privacy, I should go cover up to preserve my modesty. But I'd just have to strip again to go down and let you out." One Step Closer to Heaven Janey watched him, her expression softening. She couldn't even imagine what he might be feeling right now, but she was certain that she wanted this family gathering to happen. She couldn't have possibly dreamed up a juicier scenario. Her entire focus was on making sure George didn't back out now. "I'm sorry if I offended you," she said. "I really didn't think. It's such a lovely apartment, I thought I'd share photos with your family. They're all dying to know more about the place, and your emails just make it sound even more wonderful and more mysterious. You know, even the photo of you is just another picture of how the apartment is going to look when they come here." George frowned in thought. Damn if she didn't make perfect sense, but then that was Janey's strong suit. She was very good at persuading people to see things her way. It was one reason the business was growing as fast as they could hire and train employees. Janey paused, gathered her courage, then took the plunge. She new what she was contemplating now was risky, but if it broke the ice, it might be worth it. "So what's the policy on touching?" she asked. George looked at her questioningly. "All these guys are running around here butt naked day and night, do the women ever get to touch?" "Ah, well, it kind of depends," George said. "We don't run a porn shop or a male escort service. This is an apartment building, a place where people live. But after ten p.m. the rules relax a little. They assume the kids are all in bed, and there's a different kind of vibe." "I bet," Janey commented. "So how about it, do the women get to touch?" She watched George turn red yet again. How many times can a man blush from one situation? She wondered. "When it's the adult time, then well, yeah the women get to touch. Like at night in the rooftop garden, it's just kind of assumed that touching is allowed. But it's all very respectful, no grabbing, nothing forced. A guy certainly has the right to say "not now, I don't feel like it." "So the guys can 'just say no!'" Janey asked. "Yes, of course," George responded. "Do they touch you?" Janey asked softly. "Yes," George said, avoiding her eyes. "Have you ever said no?" Janey asked. "No, I've never said 'no.'" George answered. When he looked up, he noticed with a start that Janey was standing much closer to him now. He nearly squeaked when he felt her finger tips brush against his balls, then drift up to his slack penis. He could feel her warm breath against his chest. She looked up at his eyes as her fingers wrapped around his soft girth and gently stroked him. "Have they ever made you come?" she asked. George swallowed hard. His throat seemed very dry. His hands wanted to drift to her shoulders, but he held them still. He wanted to stroke her hair but refused himself permission. He wondered, for the first time since they'd met decades back, how her lips would feel on his. "Yes," he confessed, his voice the merest croak, barely audible over the whisper of air conditioning. Her fingers closed around his manhood. He could feel himself swelling in her palm. With each heartbeat he grew a little larger, a little more firm. He looked down and saw a sleepy, almost trancelike expression on her face, reminding him of Leilani the first time she'd touched him before his interview with the executive board. Then she opened her eyes, and they looked not serene or entranced, but hungry. "Were there other people watching?" she asked. "There on the roof, there were other women around weren't there? And other naked men?" Her gentle stroking was driving him wild. He felt his body shudder. "There were people watching you shoot your load out into the night, and you liked it didn't you?" 'Oh my God, this is my sister!' George thought. Who could have guessed she had this kind of sexuality hidden under that conservative business suit? And who would ever think that she'd unleash it here on him? "It was very different," George said. "It was liberating in a way, to not have to hide the fact that I'm a guy, that I have these sexual responses, that I have a hard-on, that I'm going to come right there in front of God and everybody. The sense of freedom, and of being accepted and appreciated for who and what I am without having to hide this part of me, was wonderful." "Would you like to come now, for me?" Janey asked. As she spoke, her free hand reached down to his scrotum and began to gently knead his balls while she increased the pace and intensity of her stroking. Then she leaned into him, bent her head slightly, and captured a nipple between her lips. He felt her wet tongue flick across the sensitive nub, and fireworks went off in his head. "I ... I don't know," George stammered. He still hadn't moved since she touched him. He wasn't fighting her off, wasn't running away. He seemed frozen to the spot, giving all responsibility over to her, allowing her to take this little game wherever she wanted it to go. "You're my sister," George said. "I never imagined something like this happening. You were always 'persona-non-fuckee', from the day we met." Janey released his nipple with a loud smacking sound. "You're right," she said. She gave his cock a quick squeeze, then released it. Rather than flop back to where it was when she started, it pointed out and up, standing erect, almost begging for her to continue. She back up a step to avoid getting precum on her business clothing. "Looks like the little head doesn't have nearly as many doubts as the big head has, hmmm?" She pointed out with an impish smile. Then suddenly she was all business, pulling a tissue out of her satchel to wipe her hand. "Well," Janey said, "I've seen what I came here to see so I should probably move along anyway. My next meeting is coming up, it's a potentially huge contract." She turned towards the exit. Balls aching, George moved to get the door, walking ahead of her. After a few steps, he heard the 'click' sound from her phone, announcing that she'd just snapped a companion shot of his naked flexing ass. All he could do was shake his head. He would have to consider drumming up support for a "no cell phones" rule for Thanksgiving. It would be difficult, he knew. This is the twenty first century. People would rather lose their left hands than their cell phones. Except if they did that, they couldn't talk on the phone while driving. Who would be willing to drive if they couldn't talk and drink coffee at the same time? He smiled thinly to himself and shook his head again. 'What a world', he thought. 'What a life. But she's right, to an extent. I'm the one who's naked, by my own action and consent. All she's doing is recording the facts at hand. And right now, the fact is I'm going to be escorting her to the door with a raging hard-on and swollen balls. How's that for announcing to the world that I really like my sister? But at least it also announces that we didn't actually do anything. At least not to completion.' Shaking his head again, he pulled open the door and stepped into the hall, his helmet-head leading the way.