"What about next time?" John asked as he wrapped an arm around his sister. Unable to resist, he let his finger play with her wet slit and pulled her closer.
Melissa was about to answer her brother when the sound of a door opening brought things to an abrupt halt. In one smooth motion John managed to give her a kiss, grab his clothes off of her floor and dash into the bathroom. Melissa touched her tongue to her lips and found that the taste of her brother still lingered there. She shook her head clear of the memory and grabbed a sundress from her closet.
She took the towel that she had draped over her closet door and gently wiped away the moisture between her thighs. She was amazed that her clit was throbbing and swollen once again. She ached to touch herself, but there wasn't time for that now. She sighed, ran the brush through hair quickly and decided that was as presentable as she was going to get.
She walked casually toward the kitchen where she could here the musical giggle of her mother after her father said something inaudible. She glanced at the bathroom door as she passed by and heard the sound of her brother showering. She idly wondered if there was going to be any visible awkwardness between the two of them later.
"Well there you are honey!" Melissa's mom exclaimed loudly.
Melissa grinned when she saw the bags that were sitting on the table. Her mother had indeed shopped. Melissa tried to peek in one of the bags, but her mother smacked her hand away denying her even a tiny glimpse of what was them.
"Wait until your brother comes down from his shower. There are things for both of you in there." Her mother said with mock scorn.
John had moved so quietly that neither of the women in the kitchen had heard him come around the corner. He leaned against the entryway with his arms crossed over his chest, a grin on his face and watched the two women. They were both turned around and let out simultaneous exclamations of surprise when they saw him.
"My goodness son, you scared me half to death!" His mother said breathlessly.
"He's good at sneaking up behind people," Melissa whispered to her mother and gave her brother a conspiratorial wink.
"So what have you got in the shopping bags, mother?" John casually asked as he walked toward his sister and gave her what appeared to be a playful hug from behind.
As he pulled her close, Melissa knew he was quite serious. She could feel his still semi-erect cock press against the soft curve of her ass through the thin material of her dress. She desperately wanted to grind against that cock and she wondered if he ever went soft.
For the next half hour their mother showed off the contents off all of the bags as though she were revealing the prizes on a game show. She had bought them both what seemed like an entire rack of clothing. The last bag was almost empty when Melissa let out a squeal of pleasure.
"Is this for me? Please say this for me..." she pleaded with her mother.
Melissa held up a pretty pink heart shaped piece of glass that John recognized as a perfume bottle. Her body was tensed in anticipation and when her mother said yes, she did a little happy dance around the kitchen. She took the top off the bottle and gave herself of stingy squirt on her left wrist. Melissa rubbed both wrists together and sniffed approvingly. Her mother laughed and gathered up the empty shopping bags.
"I'm just going to toss these in trash and then I'll get started on something for lunch." Their mom called over shoulder as she shut the door.
"Doesn't this smell like heaven?" She asked John and promptly presented her wrist for him to smell.
John gently took her wrist in his hand and bent over. Her brother inhaled deeply and when he glanced up, his green eyes reflected exactly what he was feeling. When Melissa looked into them she felt herself getting swept away all over again. For a minute, she almost forgot to breath.
He felt her pulse begin to race under his thumb when he looked into her eyes. John wanted to lock the door before his mother could get back inside, take his sister to her bedroom and show her how a woman could really be loved. Thankfully, his feet were frozen into place and when he heard the door open it snapped him out of his trance. He watched the rear view of Melissa longingly as she disappeared out of the room.
Melissa passed her mother in the hallway as she went into the bedroom to change into her bathing suit. She desperately hoped that some laps in the pool would help cool her down. When John had looked into her eyes in the kitchen she thought her heart was going to beat right out her chest. She felt that same heart break just a little bit at the thought of him leaving again in another six days.
John sat at the kitchen table talking and catching up with his parents. He filled them in on the previous six months of his life all the while taking surreptitious glances at Melissa as she did some stretches by the pool. He drank in her long toned legs and wondered how they would feel wrapped around him. He was painfully aware of the effect watching her was having on him. His cock was rock hard and throbbing by the time she finally dove into the pool.
He had missed being home he realized with a sudden pang as he and his parents talked. He wouldn't know officially for another two days, but if things worked out the way he had hoped, there would be many more days and nights like this. He wanted to tell his family the news, but he didn't want to get their hopes up and then end up having to let them down. He would just be patient. His mother was about to ask another question when the telephone rang. She apologized and rushed out into the living room.
"She's really grown up hasn't she son?" His dad asked him when his mother had left the room.
"I'm sorry?" John replied feigning innocence.
"No, you're not sorry and you know who I'm talking about. You're good son, but I'm better. I caught you a time or two watching Melissa."
John felt the involuntary blush begin to creep up his face and he mentally kicked himself. Of course his father would have noticed. After all, his father had the one who had taught him how to observe with out being observed. John was about to fumble out a lame excuse when his mother called out to his dad that the phone was for him. John's dad went into the other room and he let out a sigh of relief.
John rose to get something to drink from the refrigerator and saw his mother standing anxiously watching his father. He wondered what was going on as he opened up the door and pulled out a handful of leftover carrot sticks. He munched on them while he stood by the counter so that his parents could have a bit more privacy.
After five minutes he decided they had enough time and was feeling a sense of dread. They weren't standing in the living room now and a quick check down the hall confirmed that they had gone into their bedroom. Silently he walked back to the kitchen to get a can of cold pop. He sat back down and tried to ignore the icy ball of fear was starting to form.
When his parents finally came out of the bedroom they were still speaking in hushed tones. His mother was nodding her head, but she had a pained look on her face. He thought his dad looked as though he was bracing for a physical blow and his mother had tears shining in her eyes. He watched his dad reach out for his mothers hand and with hands clasped together, they made their way toward him.
