Written for my friend, Bob - imagining his point of view.
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Lying in bed with pneumonia is perhaps the worst thing you can endure on a bleak, cold winter's day. My room in my parents' house was quite small, but that was OK. I really didn't need much room, and I liked how close it was to an easy way out the back of the house whenever I needed a quick escape.
I was eighteen, a Senior in high school, and anxiously awaiting escaping from that, in a few short months, as well.
My sister, a year older than I, had checked in with me before heading to her classes at community college. "Good morning, Bob. Is there anything you need that I can pick up on the way home?" she asked.
"I don't think anything will make me feel better right now," I replied, letting a little sound of a suffering martyr creep into my voice.
Sis smiled brightly, answering my statement with, "We'll see about that." Her hazel colored eyes twinkled as she flipped her dark brown hair back before closing my door. A minute later, I heard her bounding down the stairs to drive off.
The rest of the day just plain sucked. I was bored out of my gourd, but at least my fever was down and I could actually eat something. I was also grateful that I wasn't contagious, so I didn't have to suffer isolation, as well. Most of the disease was gone, leaving me with a stuffy head and a runny nose.
My folks arrived after work, coming to my room to see how I was doing. After making sure I was all right, Mom told me, "We're going out until late, but don't worry. Your sister should be home soon if you need anything." Giving my forehead a kiss, which also gave her some idea of how low my fever was now, she and Dad left.
About 7 pm, I heard the front door open and voices. One obviously was my sister, although the other one was not familiar to me. Bored as I was, I was straining to figure out what was being said downstairs, but quickly gave up. The voices were so low that most of the words were unintelligible.
I was starting to fade off to sleep when I heard footsteps on the stairs. Moments later, I sensed two people standing near my bed, my sister and another girl. My sister asked, "Hey sleepyhead, do you know Karen?"
I tried to answer nonchalantly, "I've seen her many times at school." Looking at Karen, I only said shyly, "Hi." She was also a Senior, but I was always afraid to say 'Hi' to her. She seemed out of my reach, always with the jocks from school. I certainly wasn't a jock of any kind. I was tall for my age but not athletic at all - more a geek type. Many times I had gazed wistfully in her direction, hopefully when she was not looking. Her long, shining black hair and deep blue eyes were captivating.
"Can we sit down?" Sis asked me.
"Fine," I replied. "It's nice to have the company. Today was long and boring."
Sis sat at the base of my bed. Karen placed her luscious butt on my bed about at the level of my hips, gently bumping against me. I felt a little uncomfortable having some one I desired for so long sitting this close to me, afraid my 'reaction' might become apparent. Funny how the words 'reaction' and 'erection' feel so similar.
Karen smiled in a friendly manner and asked, "Hey, why don't you at least say 'Hi' more often to me in the halls at school?"
"Um," I cleared my throat. "Well, all those guys around you make me feel a little inadequate."
Karen laughed, placing her hand on my leg. I instantly felt the warmth of her soft touch through my blankets. Looking at Sis, Karen whispered, "He doesn't know, does he?"
"No. He has no idea, Karen. Go ahead, tell him," Sis responded.
"Bob, you might say I'm gay. Not completely. But I don't have the desire to just fuck men. There aren't many I really feel comfortable around. Sure, they talk to me and try to get into my pants but it's just not my thing," she related in a friendly, but matter-of-fact tone of voice. She thought a bit, and continued, "I've turned so many down that now they're pretty sure I'm gay, which is fine with me. It keeps them off my back.
She paused, considering the best way to phrase what was coming next. "But I do care a lot about your sister. She and I've been through a lot together. With that comment, she leaned toward the foot of my bed, and the two of them softly kissed, embracing gently.
After they broke off their kiss, Sis asked, "Are you shocked?"
Privately, I admitted to myself that I was - a little. In truth, I had suspected my sister had been an easy lay, even in high school, but realized I was probably wrong in the specifics. She was waiting for my answer as these thoughts raced through my mind. I decided on the honest truth. "Surprised, yes. But it's all OK. Whatever makes you both happy, it's fine with me."
"I told you he was a very open minded young man, didn't I, Karen?" Sis said with a grin. Then she noticed that I had subconsciously placed my hand on Karen's leg as she bent toward Sis. Why I did it, I really had no idea. Maybe it was a natural instinct of trying to keep her from tipping over. Sis stared hard at my hand.
"Sorry," I said, a little embarrassed that my thoughts and desires of Karen may have motivated my hand. I took it away, laying it on the bed covers by my side.
Karen leaned back toward me, and reached over to touch my head with her palm. "He's still hot isn't he?"
I felt I had to comment. "Actually, I'm feeling much better, but I guess I'm not out of the woods yet."
Out of nowhere, as I was saying this, Karen gently kissed me. At first, I was too surprised to react but recovered quickly, bravely drawing her face down to me for a longer kiss.
A little breathless, Karen said to Sis, "Let's both curl up on either side of him, and get him warmer. Maybe together we can sweat the cold out of him."
I was very uneasy at first. I had a beautiful woman that I had often fantasized about hugging one side of me, and my sister hugging from the other side. Both begin kissing my neck, pausing briefly at times to lean past my face so they could kiss each other right in front of me.
I felt Karen's fingers go under the bed covers and move slowly down my body.
Sis noticed and inquired, "What are you doing, Karen?"
"I'm just playing a bit," was her soft response. "Just having a little fun with him." Karen suddenly wrapped her fingers tight around my now swollen cock, while kissing me more fiercely.
"My god Karen! Are you getting turned on? Sis demanded.
Karen just smiled at her, and told her, "Let me have your hand."
She grabbed Sis's hand and moved it to my cock. "See how hard he is? It's amazing to hold him like this, isn't it?" she asked Sis mischievously.
Karen wrapped her fingers over Sis's hand so she couldn't remove it from my throbbing member.
