Chapter 9: Sunday's Are a Day of Rest
This story takes place in the summer of 1970, a year or so before I met Jean.
There are no cell phones, no personal computers, and no internet.
No one under 18 has sex.
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I stayed in bed late on Sunday because every time, I awoke I was in pain. My head throbbed from drinking nearly two bottles of wine, and my brains were scrambled from smoking too many fat joints rolled from Weed's primo marijuana.
I was so fucked up that I had somehow managed to pass out between regular and boisterous bouts of heavy sex between my little sister and my rich, privileged roommate. Paul was a modern-day Casanova whose main objective at Cornell was to have sex with every coed before he received his Ph.D. My main goal for Megan's visit was to keep the asshole away from my innocent little sister. Unfortunately, my ruse that she was an old girlfriend had failed to keep him at bay when she confessed to him that she was my sister. Once I calmed down, I realized that Paul fucking my sister might be for the best. He was highly skilled at giving pleasure to his sexual partners. Maybe, she would enjoy sex with him so much that she would give up on her intention to become a missionary nun in darkest Africa.
I was barely conscious when Paul left the apartment close to noon. Around one, I crawled out of bed and took a cold shower. Half a pot of strong coffee along with three scrambled eggs raised me from the dead. Unfortunately, being able to think wasn't a blessing. I was overwhelmed with guilt as I agonized over what our Mom would think about me taking my sister's virginity. I didn't even want to remember the awful scene in the pizza parlor when Megan went crazy and took on the front line of the Cornell football team for twenty dollars a trick. Last night's poker game had crowned a day of incest and debauchery with my womanizing roommate taking my all too willing sister to his bed.
Around two, I heard my sister in the shower. I barely gave it a thought when I heard her using my roommate's precious hairdryer. When she came out of the bathroom, she was wearing only a towel around her torso, and she headed straight for the coffee pot. I wondered if she would complain about my old towels again, but she only grunted to acknowledge my presence. The threadbare bath towel was sloppily knotted at the top, and it left a strip of tan flesh exposed along her right side where the ends failed to meet. She nonchalantly flashed the bottom of her firm ass when she stood on her tiptoes and reached into the back of the cupboard for a clean mug.
Megan carried the cup of coffee into the dining area and sat at the table. She propped up her head with one hand as she silently sipped her coffee. She paid no attention to her crop top that I had retrieved from the floor and hung over the back of a chair. I assumed her pleated miniskirt was in my roommate's bedroom.
I busied myself in the kitchen while my sister made her journey back to the land of the living. I had questions for her, but I was afraid of the answers. My primary concern was that she might have more fantasies she wanted to fulfill. Why hadn't my brother taken his damn porn collection with him to college?
After she finished her coffee, my sister looked at me with puppy dog eyes and said, "Do you have anything to eat? I promise that I'll do the dishes."
She happily accepted my offer of scrambled eggs with ham and cheese. It was my breakfast specialty. The coffee and food seemed to revive her. While she was eating, the knot worked its way undone, and the towel fell to her waist. She made no move to cover her generous breasts that my roommate had marked with hickies. I knew they hadn't been there when she sold her crop top to Doug for twenty dollars so she could match the Professor's bet.
"Did the airline deliver my suitcase?"
I saw that it was nearly three o'clock. Since the airline had promised it early this afternoon, I went downstairs and checked. My sister was close to tears when I gave her the bad news that her suitcase still hadn't arrived.
"What am I going to do? My admission interview is on Tuesday. I can't go to it wearing a crop top and miniskirt. I don't even have any underwear left."
Before I could offer to buy my sister an outfit, the kitchen telephone rang. It was our Mom. As usual, she had waited to call until Sunday afternoon when the rates were lower. I usually talked to her the first Sunday of the month, but today she was calling to make sure my sister had arrived safely. Of course, she knew I would have called earlier if there was a problem.
She was happy enough to talk to me for a few minutes, but she had called to chat with Megan.
"Megan, Mom wants to talk to you."
I shouldn't have been surprised when Megan left her towel on the chair and happily strolled into the kitchen stark naked. Since the cord on the headset was barely four feet long, I couldn't get out of her way. She bumped her nude body into mine as she took the phone from me with a mischievous smile. Somehow, she had managed to wrap the cord around me and trap me with her bare breasts pressed against my tee shirt. I managed to escape by slowly sliding down her naked body and ducking under the cord. I got a close-up view of her bare pussy and wondered if she had to shave it every day.
I heard my sister say she was having the time of her life catching up with her brother. I grabbed another cup of coffee and went into the dining room to give my sister a little privacy.
Fifteen minutes later, Megan stuck her head around the corner and said, "Dad would love to talk to you."
My stomach knotted up. I hadn't talked to my Dad since we got into an argument over Vietnam. After I said hello, he replied with a simple "I'm sorry."
When I asked why he explained that he had talked to several vets who had recently returned from Vietnam. They'd told him the mission was all fucked up. They would be ordered to storm a hill one day and then abandon it the next. After retaking the same hill several times, it became apparent that the only strategy was to kill gooks. The problem was that there seemed to be an endless supply of gooks. To make matters worse, officers were lying up the chain of command all the way to the Pentagon about how many of the enemy were being killed. Too many good American soldiers were dying to prop up a government that few citizens of South Vietnam gave a crap about. I was delighted to learn that my Dad now supported ending the war and bringing the troops home.
While I was talking to my Dad, Megan went into the bathroom to brush her hair. A few minutes later, she returned and knelt in front of me, still stark naked. I tried to fend her off, but my little sister quickly unfastened my shorts and pulled them down to my ankles along with my boxers. My Dad and I had moved on from the war to talk about the Dodgers. I had a hard time keeping up my end of the conversation with my sister sucking down my cock while fondling my balls.
I asked my Dad how the school year had gone for him, knowing he could talk forever about the multitude of problems he faced helping high school and college yearbook staffs prepare thousands of photographs with text and captions. I learned that he had earned salesman of the year by signing up UCLA, USC, UCSD, UNLV, and a couple dozen Southern California high schools and junior colleges. Luckily, all I had to do was grunt occasionally, which was a good thing since my sister was deep throating my cock while thrusting a couple of fingers in my ass. Her other hand was busy rubbing her slit.
I froze when our Dad said, "What's that slurping sound? Do you have a cat?"
Somehow, I managed to force a laugh as I came in my sister's sweet mouth. "Oh yeah! Oh yeah. I have a cat, and she's lapping up a little bit of cream I spilled. Princess is a sweet little pussy."
My sister looked up at me with raised eyebrows as she swallowed every drop of my cream. When Megan was born eight years after me, the whole family fell in love with her, and we nicknamed her 'Princess.' I'm afraid we spoiled her. She always got her way by looking at whoever told her no with sad puppy dog eyes.
My Dad said, "I'm sorry we didn't get you guys a dog when you were kids. I always had a dog when I was growing up on the farm. We also had several feral cats in the barn to keep down the rat population, but they weren't much fun to play with."
The situation got tense when Megan finally drove herself to an orgasm and let out a shriek.
