Jack shifted his nude, sweat-streaked body on his bed. No need for sheets tonight. Too damn hot and sticky. It was two o'clock on a Wednesday morning in July with a shift at the supermarket just hours away and he didn't at all feel like sleeping. Not a bit.
It wasn't just the tropical heat of the summer night that bothered Jack. Another kind of heat tormented him as well.
He couldn't get Irene out of his mind. Irene was someone very special and close to him. She didn't know it, but she was the true love of Jack's life, and Jack didn't know how he could ever tell her, or if he even should.
Irene was Jack's older sister.
Jack wasn't sure why he felt such strong affection, even erotic desire for her. His feelings didn't influence his relations with women outside of the family. At 21, he'd had his share of action with females, but whatever satisfaction he had was overshadowed by a greater feeling of failure.
His grades in school hadn't been great. He'd partied too much and had too many other things on his mind, so he dropped out with a few courses left to finish. So here he was, at 21, still living with his parents, working as a stock clerk at the local supermarket, saving his money and taking online courses to improve his grades, so someday her could get away from town.
He rolled over on to his back and sighed. Sometimes he wondered if he should get away from town. All he needed was enough money for his own apartment. Besides, things weren't all bad for me, Jack mused. The courses were going well and there were always some good looking young ladies around his age working at the supermarket as cashiers and he'd actually managed to bed a couple of them. They were just looking for kicks and didn't care about relationships anymore than he did.
But that was where the feeling of failure came from for Jack. None of those girls, as fun or pretty or wild in bed as they were, was Irene.
And Irene was growing away from him. Seven years older at 28, she was engaged to be married next year. This week, her fiance whom she had lived with for several years, Stu, a sales rep at an office supply firm, had left town on a sales trip. Mom and Dad were vacationing at the cottage and so Irene had offered to visit for a few days.
Of course, Jack was happy to have his sister back in the house with him, yet things were different. She seemed more distant than before. She was warm and flashed her bright smile at him all the time. She looked as beautiful as ever and her job as a manager of a clothing store gave her some deals on some sexy outfits. It was a big turn on for Jack to see his sexy sister coming in the door straight from work at the mall wearing a tight-fitting miniskirt, high heels that nicely showed off her shapely legs and a low-cut blouse unbuttoned just enough to display her impressive cleavage. It was all he could do to keep from pressing his groin up against her when they hugged at the door so she could feel his stiffness. Yet, there was more silence than chatter at dinner and when they watched some DVDs, they hardly talked at all. What was wrong? Maybe nothing at all. Was she just tired from work and the hot day?
Even now, lying in bed on this torrid night, he felt even more alone than ever. Irene was sleeping in her bedroom right next door to his, just like in the old days, but she might as well have been a galaxy away.
The sultry night was filled with the chirping of crickets, but the house was silent. Not even an air conditioning hum as Dad didn't like leaving it on for too long no matter how hot it was.
He couldn't even hear the sound of Irene's bed creak as she moved about. Was she actually sleeping on a night as humid as this?
Deciding he wouldn't likely fall asleep again, Jack quietly rose from the bed and walked over to his bedside desk. He sat down in the wooden chair that had been in his room for who knows how long and leaned down and turned on the computer.
He clicked open the picture folder and brought up one of his favorite pictures of Irene. It was a picture Mom had taken of Jack and Irene hugging at his eighteenth birthday party. They held each other so close and Jack couldn't help getting hard. He had hoped Irene didn't notice.
But then, when Mom finished with taking the pictures and had vanished into the throngs of people at the party, Irene had lingered by Jack's side and had wrapped her arm around his waist and wouldn't let go. She kissed him on the cheek and whispered, "I love you," into his ear and then drifted away, but not before her hand brushed against his thigh and just for a moment lingered at his groin. Surely she must've felt his hardness, but she never said a word about it. It was the closest Irene had ever came to learning how much Jack desired her.
Most erotic of all, however, was the next picture Jack looked at. It was a shot Jack had taken on the sly of Irene one afternoon last summer when she'd come over for a visit, after he told her he was going out for some burgers with friends. She was relaxing on a lawn chair on the back patio and assumed nobody was looking. But, didn't she know the hedges and trees in the backyard were a good hiding place? Didn't she and Jack used to play hide and seek there? At any rate, she relaxed and let herself go without realizing that Jack was lurking in the trees with a digital camera.
Jack pointed his web browser at the site for an erotic social network where he had an account. He opened his account and saw the one and only picture he had ever uploaded to the site. The picture of Irene, slouched in the chair, her face fortuitously hidden by the visor of the baseball cap she was wearing to cover her head in the hot sun, her legs open, the crotch of her shorts riding up into her vulva, and the whisper thin strip of the shorts crotch revealing she was wearing nothing at all underneath. Her large D-cup breasts threatened to spill out of her tank top. Her nipples were stiff and clearly visible in the picture.
A very sexy shot indeed and Jack was lucky to get it. He often wondered how Irene would have reacted if she had caught him. Maybe she would have disowned him. Maybe she would have been aroused. Who would ever know now?
Jack had said the picture was a shot of his girlfriend. Over two hundred users had left comments about it. Matador said Jack was lucky to be with such a sexy and open minded woman. Open-legged too. MidniteWankr said he couldn't stop masturbating whenever he saw it. Slutty-Girl76 said all she wanted to do was plant her head between his "girlfriend's" legs and give her the head session of a lifetime. "I bet she tastes incredible," she added.
Comments like this always aroused Jack and they aroused him now, so much so that began to stroke his swollen shaft.
