After that very intense oral session in the shower, Bobbie and I more or less let things cool down after that one afternoon.
It wasn't like we were both creeped out after the fact. We could have easily fallen into that sort of mind-set, I mean . . . hell! Since when does any pair of siblings engage in oral sex and not come away with a little mental baggage, I ask you?
Though it was hard to tell at first. After we'd cleaned up -- by meaning we both shared a quick, cleaning shower -- I didn't get any such vibe from my younger sibling when I met up with her in the living room. Bobbie thanked me again for giving her those two, intense orgasms and after we made a little small talk on the couch. she left to return to our parents home and I was left to my own devices at my apartment.
At first I was worried that somehow -- in some way -- our parents would twig to what happened over here between me and my baby sister. But, a phone call from Mom a day later was as mundane as it usually was. She asked about my work and other typical topics and hung up after a motherly good-bye.
Things then shifted to a typical routine for about a week. I worked and Bobbie did her usual thing, while also making time to come over to my place, per usual. To my thinking, we seemed to have re-established an even keel to our relationship. Bobbie's presence was palpable in my apartment, but she never stayed long. By the time I got home, all I found was a note from her, saying she'd popped in to watch TV, use the outdoor hot tub (one of the other perks of my apartment) and would see me later in the week. This didn't phase me in the least, nor did it make me feel like my kid sister was trying to avoid me or anything.
In all honesty, I was glad Bobbie appeared to acting normal. Privately though, a small part of me was a bit sad she wasn't trying to cop a repeat of our licentious afternoon together. Truth to tell, I think my little sister's blow job in the shower DID spoil me for anyone else munching down on my dick. All that week, I caught myself from time to time daydreaming about her oral talents . . . and wishing that she'd someday want to have another taste of me.
But each afternoon when I got home, I was disappointed to see Bobbie wasn't there, waiting for me so she could get another good pussy-eating or take another turn sucking my cock.
That Saturday, however, was a whole other kettle of fish!
* * * *
All of the nights passing without Bobbie there had gotten to me. In fact, the last couple were spent with little sleep and early risings that made me grumpy as all-get-out. Fortunately, with Saturday being the start of the weekend, I had the next three days off, so I'd gotten up later than I usually do.
I'd finished with my morning routine of a shower, shave and getting dressed in a comfy T-shirt and cotton lounge pants. Then I just sat down with a morning cup of coffee in the living room -- scooping up the remote from the sofa to turn on the cable news channel -- when there was a knock at the door. Grunting a bit in frustration, I got back up and walked to the front of the apartment, pausing to peer through the peep-hole.
It was Bobbie, standing out there on the stoop, looking dead-straight at the fish-eye lens like she knew I was looking out at her. "Jerry? You in there?!"
Somewhat surprised, I reached out and twisted the doorknob, throwing the door open. "Hey, kiddo," I said. "What's up?"
Bobbie didn't answer right away. She breezed past me, heading for the living room where she stopped at the doorway and gave a quick look around. "Sorry, Jerry . . . I, umm . . . you don't have anyone over, right now?"
I closed the door and looked at her. "Um, no one except you for the moment. Why were you--?"
"Good!" she said. Moving back to where I was, she grabbed me by the arm and practically dragged me towards the living room. "We need to talk."
"Um, okay." This wasn't per the usual for my baby sister. In fact, looking at the way she was dressed was something of a surprise to me as well. Bobbie had on a pair of dark-blue cotton boy-shorts, a pair of flat, strappy sandals and a white, midriff style singlet top with thin straps which left her tummy and shoulders bare. A very un-Bobbie style of dress, as she usually was one to wear denim and T-shirts when she came over to visit.
Getting to the couch, Bobbie gave me a push to make me sit down before taking a seat on the opposite end. She crossed her legs in that lotus-sitting style, waiting for me to settle myself while she picked at some unseen lint on the cushion next to her. Again, not the usual demeanor for Bobbie. which gave me something of a knot in my middle. Something I really didn't like feeling.
"So . . . what's up, kiddo?" I asked.
Bobbie continued to look at everywhere but right at me for a few seconds, then she sighed and said under her breath. "Just do it." She looked at me and said, "Jerry, I dunno how else to say this, but . . . it's about last week."
The knot became a full-blown ball of ice, as I stared at her. "Oookay," I drawled. "What is--?"
"Jerry," she said, cutting me off before speaking in a rush. "You have to know that . . . well, what we did really -- and I mean REALLY! -- wasn't something that brothers and sisters should do to each other!" She paused, swallowed and then said more calmly. "Sorry, I'm trying not to freak or sound like I'm accusing you." She scowled. "Though I really should be, since you started the whole affair."
I decided to just take the bull by the horns, rather than try to stave off any accusations. "Yeah, I won't deny it, or make excuses for what happened." I offered both hands up in a helpless gesture. "But--?"
"But . . . now, I, um . . . ." Bobbie trailed off, looking down at her lap before saying softly. "Now . . . I can't stop thinking about . . . it."
"It?" I asked.
"Yeah, it." Bobbie looked back up at me, and I could see a plethora of emotions in her eyes right then. Some confusion, a little bit of fear, but two most-dominant were longing and lust. "I think . . . what we kidded about, before? You know? About you spoiling me with the way you ate my . . . my pussy?" When she saw me nod slightly, Bobbie let out a big gusty breath. "Jerry, I think you really did spoil me. I've been trying to get myself off, back home . . . but, nothing's coming even close to what you did to me."
The ice ball in my belly practically melted on hearing those words. "Aw, kiddo . . . you can't mean that--."
"Jerry, I'm not lying!" Bobbie hitched herself up and scooted closer to me, holding up one hand to count off on her fingers as she said, "I've tried everything I could think of. My fingers, my vibrator, a cuke I swiped from the fridge . . . even--." She cut herself off, blushing and ducking her head as she said softly, "Even my bedpost."
I blinked. "Your . . . bedpost?"
She nodded. "Yeah, I came over here a couple of times, while you were at work. I went up and tried rubbing myself against the bedpost on my . . . well, your bed."
