Chapter 2: Lovers Found
The next morning dawned and we found the storm had deposited at least a foot of snow on the ground. I tuned our parents’ clock radio to a station and listened for the cancellation announcements while Rene continued to sleep. During the night, we’d ended up facing each other, curled up next to each other. While I listened, I stroked her silky hair, tussled from sleep and our lovemaking the night before. She looked so much more beautiful in the morning sunshine streaming through the window, I couldn’t help think how I’d ever resisted her before.
When I heard the announcement on the radio that school was closed, I nearly yelped in excitement, not because it meant we could spend three blissful days together alone now, more because it meant I just didn’t have to get dressed and go to school to be bored. No kid knocks an opportunity to skip school, in the winter praying each night for snow just so they don’t have to go the next day. Now, I had extra incentive, the fact not lost on me.
My hand found the radio’s off switch. I laid a gentle kiss on her lips as she slept, then stood up to go to the bathroom. Feeling the bed shift, she moaned in her sleep, hand searching for me. When it didn’t find me, she stirred, opening her eyes to look at me putting on dad’s robe. “Where are you going?”
“Just to the bathroom,” I answered as I tied the robe. “Snow day today, so you don’t have to get up yet. We still have to go out, though. Mom left some money for groceries and there’s still Will to deal with.”
At breakfast we talked about all the things we’d done and all the things we wanted to do. The torment of last night had faded, of what we’d engaged in, replaced by the affection of two people in love. There were so many things we wanted to do to each other, having just discovered the joys and delights of sex.
Our parents hadn’t exactly kept their own affections hidden, only more subdued than in the bedroom. Compared to our friends’ parents, they were practically porn stars. The sex talks over the years had been always followed by a genuine, “Feel free to come and talk to us.” They didn’t try to scare us, except about incest, but they made sure we knew the consequences. Dad advised me to buy condoms, but it was mom who bought me my first ones at 13. The rule in the house was, if you engaged in sex, at least be careful enough not to catch any diseases or get a girl pregnant. They even kept the rules with their little girl, even though Rene didn’t have much interest in it, she told me, at least not until the night before.
After breakfast, I went out to clear the driveway. Fortunately, dad had it paved years ago and he bought a snowblower for just this time of the year, so it took no time at all. We both made a list of the things we wanted, figured out what we’d do in town while we were there, all before getting into dad’s SUV.
The roads into town hadn’t finished being plowed by the time we started off, only enough room for two cars to pass each other if they went real slow. Once in town, it was off to the police station, where Rene made her statement and all the usual police things. When she got to the part where Will began saying certain things, she didn’t lie to them, only lying about what caused me to find her sobbing. I stood there with her throughout the entire ordeal, even holding the skirt and shirt he’d ripped while trying to attack her. It only then appeared to me, handing them over to an officer, that her skirt had a spot of dried semen on it, a large one. It only burned my blood more but I resolved to let it go. Later, I found it rather funny, since the implications would leave him with a much different reputation once I was through.
Once the police let us leave, at around noon, we decided to find a place to eat. After a quick lunch at the town McDonald’s, we moved on to shopping, breezing through. Anyone seeing us would have caught the looks we had in our eyes by then, the nearness of our lover without the ability to do anything out of the ordinary for siblings. Codes and signals we’d developed years ago, things fallen into disuse, now became our only way of communicating our feelings in public. Of course, we modified it, having grown some years older. Shopping still flew by with sexual tension between us mounting. Nothing could move fast enough for us, and it seemed the eyes of every man were on my sister, despite her eyes very much carefully avoiding me. It sent me a thrill knowing every guy in here wanted her, knowing I’d had her first, knowing I might be the only one to ever have her.
Soon enough we were driving home, copping feels of each other. Once we were in the country just outside the town proper, we even managed a very long kiss at a stop sign before driving on. The ride home certainly felt a bit different, with the needs in both of us defying the rules we’d set against public attention, though we assured no one could see us.
Reaching the house, a red pickup drew us from our reverie. The tall, muscular Will stood in the driveway as we came in and parked by the barn. I told Rene to keep her door locked, deciding to confront the attacker myself.
“About damn time you got home,” Will said as he came up, smiling stupidly. “Think I can have a moment alone with her?”
I just looked him up and down, then stared him straight in the face so he could see the burning rage. “Go home, Will. You think I’d dare leave you alone with her after last night?”
The goofy look on his face turned to anger as he grabbed my arm. It’s cliche, but I looked at the hand holding my arm and then at him, shooting him a warning in my expression. He ignored it, of course. “Look, this doesn’t have a damned thing to do with you. If you don’t want to me to beat your ass, boy, you’ll let me talk to her.”
“Well, since you put it like that...” He never saw it coming, my hand forming a fist and connecting squarely with his chest in a blink of an eye. The other fist connected with his face, just to under the side of his jaw as I hoped, sending him down to the ground. Will’s bigger than me physically, but you don’t take martial arts for years and not learn a few things in the process. I stood above him as he held his wounded face. “Get out of here before I call the police. You’re in enough trouble as it is.”
