Holly stayed in her room the rest of the day, not even getting up from her bed to answer her cell phone. Throughout the day she had a number of calls from Amie, but she just didn't want to talk to anyone. Her arm and hand still ached from where she had slapped Ricky. She hadn't intended to hit him, and certainly didn't plan to hit him so hard she hurt herself but when he called her a slut... Well he didn't actually call her a slut, but what was she supposed to infer from what he said.
And then Ricky, she knew he'd want to be with girls and would want to do more than just take them out, he'd want to do more than what he did together with Holly, but Liz? She wanted to gag. Of course, after hitting him, Ricky certainly wouldn't want to do anything more with Holly. Somewhere in the back of her mind she felt a bit of relief, the last time she and Ricky were together she had actually grabbed his cock and rubbed it on her pussy. It wasn't like having sex, but it was like a balancing act, not crossing the line, but getting closer and closer to it.
The had kept it innocent so far, brothers and sisters everywhere have seen each other naked, have spied on each other, so what Holly did so far with Ricky was not so much more than that, just watching. Now that was over, no more watching him stroke his cock, no more seeing the cum spurt out of it, no more smelling it, feeling it splash on her. He'd be going back to college in a few days and next year she would be off to school herself. He got scholarships and went to an expensive school, Holly's parents couldn't afford for her to go to a school like that, so they'd be off hundred's of miles away from each other.
Most likely by the time he finishes college, Ricky will be married and there'd be no way for him and Holly to watch each other then. Hell, after she slapped him so hard she'd be lucky for him to talk to her again. Of course, after calling her a slut, she wondered if maybe that was a good thing.
As the day passed her mother came up and knocked on the door. Explaining she had a big fight with Amie and didn't want to see anyone, Holly was able get her mother to leave her alone. She was surprised her mother did leave her alone, hell, Holly never did clean up the dishes like her mother told her to do that morning. She did come down for dinner, noticing the Christmas tree in the corner of the living room. The family would decorate it on Christmas Eve, just like they would since Ricky was a little boy.
Ricky wasn't at dinner, he was off on a date Holly's mom explained, "I'm surprised you haven't had any dates. I thought you'd be gone every night now that school is out."
"Amie and I were going to double date, but then Amie and I..." Holly said, feigning tears and thinking, "I better call Amie later and let her know they had been 'fighting.'"
"There, there Holly, I'm sure you and Amie will make up, you've had fights like this before."
Holly nodded and continued eating. After dinner she cleaned up the dishes and headed back up to her room. Putting on her headphones she got back in bed and just listened to music the rest of the night. She never heard Ricky come back that night and the next thing she remembered was waking up in the morning.
There was a light tapping on her door.
"Who is it? What time is it?"
"It's me," Ricky said, "It's almost eight o'clock."
"What do 'you' want?"
"Holly, can I come in? I'm so sorry and you were right. Please let me in."
Holly got up, unlocked the door and climbed back into bed as Ricky opened the door. He stepped inside, closed the door and walked over sitting on the bed beside her. He sat there in silence for a few moments and then reached out and lightly touched her arm.
"How's your arm?" he asked.
