Bobbie Sue Adams lay on her back, naked, with her long dirty-blonde hair splayed out around her head. Her butt was perched just over the edge of the bed with her legs spread wide and her feet planted firmly on the floor. She could feel herself trembling as he moved towards her, just like she always did when he came for her. She watched him drop to his knees in front of her. He was moving slowly, allowing the anticipation to build before finally allowing his cock to press up against the gates of her womanhood. And when he eased himself into her she sighed, melting into the softness of the bedspread as he began pistoning in and out of her.
He worked her slowly at first, savoring the power he held over her, before slowly picking up the pace -- in, out, in, out. Soon she was sweating, gasping as she grabbed a handful of bedspread, clutching it tightly as he continued to work her. Soon he was groaning with her, his motions becoming a bit more hurried with each passing second.
And then her orgasm struck and she screamed out in pleasure, even as he was grabbing her waist hard and shooting his wad into her.
When it was over he collapsed on top of her, panting as he struggled to gather himself. She gave him the time he needed, tracing her fingertips lightly over his back. When he recovered, she placed her hands on each side of his head and pulled his lips to hers, opening her mouth to allow his tongue to slide in and mingle with hers. Finally, she pushed his head away, looked into his eyes and smiled.
He smiled back, then crawled further onto the bed, collapsing onto his back. She joined him a second later, lying atop him, her left leg sliding between his, her "C" cup breasts pressing against his chest.
"Are you sure there's no way we can get out of it?" she asked in a quiet voice. "She'll ruin everything."
Billy ran his fingers slowly through his sister's hair and smiled. "You know there isn't, Sis. She's family. And besides, it won't be forever. As soon as she finds a job and collects a couple paychecks she's out of here. Believe me, she doesn't want to live here any more than we want her to."
The 'she' they were referring to was Aunt Paula, their mother's younger sister, who would soon be moving into the small three bedroom ranch house that the siblings now shared.
"But it's not fair," Bobbie Sue whined, resting her head against her brother's chest and snuggling a bit closer. "I finally get you all to myself, and then she comes along."
* * *
The product of a broken home in rural America, Bobbie Sue and Billy Adams developed a close bond at an early age; a bond that grew stronger with each passing year. Neither child had any memories of their father, having been abandoned by him when Billy was not quite two and Bobbie Sue was still a newborn.
With their mother working two jobs at a time to make ends meet, the siblings were on their own from a fairly early age. Billy, as the oldest, took it upon himself to look out for his baby sister, a self-imposed obligation that stayed with him throughout his school years, not even fading when he graduated from high school and moved ninety miles down the freeway to find work.
Billy ended up with a good paying job as an electrician's apprentice. He realized almost immediately that paying rent was like flushing money down the toilet and made up his mind to buy something as soon as he could scrape together a down payment. Accordingly, a month before the second year was up on his apartment lease, he settled on a nice, albeit small, 3 bedroom ranch just outside of town.
Although Billy had always been a hard worker, he'd never been accused of being the sharpest tool in the box. His sister, on the other hand, rarely brought home less that an 'A' on her report cards. It came as absolutely no surprise to anyone when she received generous scholarship offers from several colleges. Unfortunately none of them covered room and board, an expense that her mother simply couldn't afford. That left student loans, but even they would not have been enough if Billy, who happened to live near the college Bobbie Sue ultimately settled on, hadn't taken her in, charging her nothing for the room and not much more than that for food and household expenses.
It was Labor Day weekend when Bobbie Sue moved in with her older brother, six months to the day after her eighteenth birthday, and sixty-two days before they would first make love.
* * *
Billy walked in the door, exhausted from his long day at work and in no mood for anything but a cold beer and a quiet half-hour in his chair. He got neither.
"I've had it!" Bobbie Sue said as she barged into the kitchen before her brother could even reach the refrigerator. "She's only been here two weeks but it feels like a year. She nags me, bosses me around and questions everything I do. It's like I'm in junior high school all over again!"
"Come on, Bobbie Sue. It can't be that bad."
"It can't, can't it?" she shot back. "Then what about her going through all my drawers while I was in class today? And what about her trying to ground me this afternoon because she doesn't think I've been studying hard enough? Who does she think she is, anyway?"
"She went through your drawers?" he asked, the surprise in his voice evident. "And tried to ground you?"
"Not to mention being a general all around bitch!"
Billy took a long, slow, deep breath. "Okay. We'll have a talk with her right after I have a beer."
"No, now!" Bobbie Sue countered firmly. "Before I have a chance to calm down."
Billy took one last, longing look at the refrigerator, then turned back to his sister and nodded his head. A moment later he was knocking on his aunt's bedroom door.
"Aunt Paula," he said through the closed door. "We need to talk."
The door swung open to reveal an obviously agitated woman, her not yet fully brushed brunette hair falling just to the base of her neck. "Talk fast," she huffed, turning away from the door and moving back to her dresser. "I'm on my way out."
Billy stepped into the room with Bobbie Sue close on his heels. "It's about you and Bobbie Sue," he started. "You just can't . . ." But he never finished the thought as Aunt Paula turned sharply and cut him off.
"I can do whatever I want," she retorted. "I'm the adult here. I promised your mother I'd look out for her baby girl and that's just what I intend to do. Now get the hell out of my room!"
When Billy looked back on that moment later, he couldn't say exactly what it was that put him over the edge. Maybe it was her overall shitty attitude. Maybe it was the way she'd interrupted him. Maybe it was her condescending attitude. Most likely, however, it was her ordering him to get out of her room!
Her room like hell! It was his house, not hers! It was by his good graces that she was there at all! And if she wasn't careful, she just might find her ass out on the street!
"Now you hold on right there, woman!" he blurted out, taking a threatening step towards his aunt. "This is my house, not yours. I'm the Master here, not you. In fact, in this house you're nothing. Bobbie Sue is my sister, my roommate and my friend. She's far more the Mistress of the house then you'll ever be! You're a houseguest; nothing more, nothing less. And if you don't start behaving like one you won't even be that for long!" he paused, taking a brief moment to catch his breath. "Now, is there any part of that you don't understand?"
"How dare you talk to me like that, young man!" Aunt Paula spat back. "Now you apologize right this minute, or else!"
"Or else what?" Billy countered.
Paula hesitated ever so briefly, searching for the right reply. "Or else I'll be having a nice long conversation with your mother, that's what!"
"You'll tell my mother?" Billy replied sarcastically. Then he shook his head slowly, a semi-disgusted look on his face. "I've got to tell you, Aunt Paula. This is just about the most immature behavior I've ever witnessed from an adult. First you stick your nose in where it doesn't belong, trying to run other people's business. Then instead of discussing things rationally you go off the deep end and throw a little temper tantrum. And now you're threatening to tell my Mommy?"
He paused briefly, taking a quick glance in his sister's direction before continuing. "I guess there's nothing else to it, Aunt Paula. If you're going to act like a child, I'm going to have to treat you like one."
