The Heart System Chapter 561

A knock echoed through the apartment, and I waited by the door, the dual pizza boxes in my grasp trailing their savory, rich aroma down the hall. Moments passed, and the sound of movement sounded from within. The door creaked open, revealing Esme, her eyes half-closed and groggy. Her hair was a tangled mess, a strap from her delicate tank top had slipped from one shoulder, and she was clad only in black panties that were pulled high, creating a striking cameltoe.

Her gaze snapped wide the instant the pizzas came into view. Without a word, she seized both boxes and hurried into the kitchen. I chuckled softly, shaking my head, and stepped inside, shutting the door behind me. Casting a glance to my right, I saw Esme had already lifted the lid of one box and was consuming a slice with the fervor of someone who hadn't eaten in ages.

"A fine hello to you too, Esme," I remarked.

"Heeellloooo!" she managed, her voice muffled by the food.

"And where is your sister?"

"Outside," she replied with a chew. "Mmm. So good."

I strolled over and sank onto the couch. From this vantage point, Esme was clearly visible at the dining table. Her dark panties had shifted slightly as she slouched, the thin material offering minimal coverage. It was nearly a full view. My manhood stirred within my trousers, a slow hardening commencing at the sight.

"Seriously, Esme," I mumbled. "You should at least wear something... decent. Never answer the door wearing only your panties."

"I saw you on the peephole," she said, still chewing. "If it were someone else, I would have dressed."

"Oh... I see. Well, still."

"Mmh... want a piece?"

"No, thank you," I replied.

"Your loss..."

I reached for my phone and dialed Cora. As the line began to ring, I detected the faint sound of a phone chiming from just outside the door. Raising an eyebrow, I got up and went to answer it.

There she stood, Cora, in the hallway, two substantial grocery bags clutched in her arms, her hand frozen as she fumbled with her keys. Her face flushed a brilliant red.

"E-Evan!" she stammered. "Oh... um... h-hi."

"Hey," I responded with a faint smile. "Let me give you a hand."

Cora bashfully offered the grocery bags. I took them all, then turned and carried them into the kitchen, placing them on the counter.

Esme acknowledged her sister with a mere nod, her attention still fixed on devouring her pizza slice.

Cora entered and softly closed the door behind her, her cheeks still flushed as she averted her gaze from me.

Esme rose from the table and headed to the kitchen. She opened the refrigerator and leaned in, her black panties riding high between her cheeks. Her rounded posterior was fully exposed. Damn. It had a hypnotic effect on me.

Cora noticed precisely where my attention was directed. Instead of speaking, she simply sighed and shook her head.

"Wear something normal, you idiot!" Cora chided.

"Yeeees..." Esme responded languidly.

Esme finally retrieved a bottle of cola from the fridge, poured a glass, and returned to the table, sipping as she walked.

Cora joined me by the kitchen counter. A faint pink still tinged her cheeks as she picked up one of the grocery bags and began unpacking it. I moved closer.

"Need some assistance?" I inquired.

"Umm... s-sure," she replied softly. "Could you put the things I hand you into the refrigerator?"

I nodded and began to assist. Item by item, I took what she offered and stored it neatly in the fridge. When she moved to the second bag, it contained various fresh fruits. I took those and arranged them in the bottom fruit drawer.

Esme had already cleared the first pizza box and was now tackling the second. Wow, that girl could really eat.

"Um..." Cora began once we were finished. "It’s nice to see you, Evan."

"You too," I smiled. "Yeah..."

Dammit. How could I possibly ask for the favor I needed now? I required Cora to gather more intelligence on Jack Kuinn, perhaps tail him and capture some photographs of him with his boyfriend. But she obviously assumed I had just dropped by for a friendly visit. True, I did want to see them... but the primary reason for my pizza delivery was to enlist her help.

God, I felt like a scoundrel. Nevertheless, I had to proceed.

"You're going to resent me," I confessed, rubbing the back of my neck. "But I'm here because I require your assistance, Cora."

"Help?" Her expression immediately grew serious. "Is something amiss?"

"There's this individual. Jack Kuinn," I explained. "He's posing a threat to those I hold dear."

"Who is he?"

"He apparently owns half of Uptown," I stated. "And he frequents a sex shop there. I can provide you with the address."

"Alright... what exactly is it you need me to do?"

"His boyfriend exists. Furthermore, his family practices Christianity with extreme devotion," I elaborated. "I require you to capture some photographs of them together."

"Consider it done," she responded, her agreement swift and unwavering.

"My apologies," I added, feeling a pang of guilt. "It likely appears as though I've only appeared to request a favor, coinciding with the arrival of pizza."

A soft chuckle escaped her. "It's quite alright. I was beginning to feel rather bored, anyway."

"Indeed..."

"Um..." Cora hesitated, a flicker of nervousness crossing her features. "M-may I also request something in return?"

"Of course," I replied with a smile. "Who is this fortunate individual who has captured my investigative interests?"

Her smile was tinged with apprehension as she fidgeted with her fingers. "Um... I... it would be best if I showed you. Could you... perhaps follow me?"

"Oh... certainly."

Cora’s gaze flickered towards the dining table, a quick check on Esme. Her sister remained completely engrossed in the contents of the second pizza box, consuming it with an intensity as if the world were drawing to a close.

Seemingly satisfied, Cora turned and proceeded down the hallway, with me following closely in her wake.

She paused midway down the corridor and retrieved her phone. I drew nearer, positioning myself directly behind her as she unlocked the device's screen.

Cora navigated to a website, revealing a rather standard, mid-tier personal computer. Nothing particularly remarkable.

"Esme requires a computer for her college studies," she explained, her voice catching with a hint of nervousness. "Um... could you assist us in purchasing it? I have managed to save 300 dollars. I still require an additional 700..."

A smile bloomed on my face as I nodded. "Let me propose something... I shall procure a superior model for her. And you needn't contribute any funds whatsoever. Consider it a token of my appreciation."

"I... I cannot possibly accept such generosity," she murmured, her gaze falling to the floor.

I gently encircled her with my arms from behind and bestowed a tender kiss upon her cheek. "But you can... correct me?"

A deep blush spread across her face, and a soft, shy giggle escaped her lips. "Um... hehe... y-yes..."

"Attagirl."