Josie And Me Pt 02

I woke at 6:30 the next morning, trying to decide if I was up to playing hockey today or if I should call the coach to tell him I was sick. I wasn't, but I was more tired than usual due to the experience I had with my sister Josie, or Jos, as I called her, the night before. She had confronted me during the evening about how I used her panties to jerk off in. During that confession I admitted I also used mom's panties for the same purpose. After my "true confession" we were both so turned on we first masturbated together, and then she gave me a world class blow job.

So, I wasn't exactly at my peak this morning, but I can't say I was unhappy. Did I feel up to playing? If I didn't play at my best, I'd get my ass kicked on the ice. Playing defenseman on a hockey team is tough enough. When you're not at your best, having 230 lb. forwards crashing down on you can be a bone shattering experience. Literally.

Adding to the equation was something I said to Jos last night when I was cumming while she blew me. I shouted, among other obscenities, that she was my love. We agreed we had to talk about that before we continued any further carnal activities. I got the idea the feeling was kind of mutual.

OK, I was not up to the punishment of 60 minutes of hockey today. I called Coach and let him know I was sick (cough cough) and, while he wasn't happy, he understood. I think. Fuck him if he didn't.

I took a shower and shaved. got dressed in a sweater and jeans and sneakers and made my way to the kitchen. No one else was stirring in the house. My parents I figured were good to sleep until 10 at least, and Jos would be up anytime now, which was 8. I put on a pot of coffee for everyone else (I hate coffee, and I don't need caffeine) and got a glass of OJ. I opened my laptop to see about any emails or Instagram messages. On Facebook there was a personal message for me. It was from Jos. It read "Going out early, Ronnie. Went to swim, then do some shopping. I'll be home around 11:30. Wanna go to lunch? I'm buying. Jos."

Ok, so... about 3 hours plus till she comes home. I messaged back to tell her that would be fine, and I went about doing some homework, clean my room and did my laundry. I cook too. I'll make a great wife for some lucky woman some day.

Sure as I expected, mom and dad came downstairs a little after 10, tired but chipper. I told them the coffee was 2 hours old. Forewarned is forearmed and all that. Mom made a fresh pot. She offered to make breakfast but I told her I had some toast and Josie was taking me to lunch. Dad said lucky you.

Then mom realized I was home when I shouldn't be. "Wait one second, champ." Mom called me champ when she had to question me about something. Why aren't you playing hockey this morning. I told her I wasn't feeling well this morning, so I called off playing. "Well if you're too sick to play in that league we spent a fortune on, you're too sick to go out to lunch, even with your sister."

Shit. Why didn't I just tell her the game was cancelled? "Mom, it's passing already. Jos and I don't get to hang out much lately, and we just want some time to catch up."

She wasn't buying it. "You two are thick as thieves, probably have something cooking you don't want your father and I to know about." She was staring me down hard.

Mom had always been the hardcase. Dad was a pushover, barely involved when discipline needed to be administered. In any case I was going out with my sister.

"Look mom. I felt like crap this morning, but I feel better now. You know I don't miss hockey or school or a gig with the band unless I absolutely have to. So I needed to this morning. I'm better now. I'm 18. I'm going to go to lunch with my sister." I was staring her down now.

"Ok." That was all she said. Nice, even voice. Uh-oh. She then came to me and held out her hand and said "That will be 43.65 for this weeks game you missed. We pay for you to play, and that's what it costs us per game, not including equipment and travelling. But we'll just call it 43.65. Got cash?"

She was good. I mean REALLY good. "Dad? Can you help me out here?"

"Don't get me involved in this, Ronnie. This is between you and your mother." He had a smile on his face. I lost.

"Be right back." I went up to my room, and got 50 bucks I'd been saving for a used bass I really wanted. I went back to the kitchen handing her the 50. She put it in her robe pocket and walked away.

"Mom? Ahem?"

"What, Ronnie?"

"My change?"

"Sorry dear, that's a fine towards those other things I mentioned. You're getting off cheap at 6.35. Be grateful."

I was furious. She could really be a piece of work. Bad enough to take my 43 bucks and change, but the rest of the money from the 50 I gave her. I was steaming. Dad was chuckling. "What the hell's so funny, dad?"

"You are. She got you good. Next time, go to your game or be prepared to stay home all day. Price you pay, dude."

Grrrrrrrrrrrr. I couldn't wait for Jos to get home to get me out of here. I won't be getting my own car until after graduation. I was stuck for another hour and ten minutes.

I didn't talk to my parents for the rest of the morning. They were chuckling at my predicament. I couldn't even concentrate on my reading. Just watched the tube.

Finally Jos walked in at 11:45 unaware of the mini storm that was going on.

"Good morning everyone. And why is everyone so tense this morning?"

I spoke up first and said "Let's get out of here. I'll tell you about it in the car."

Mom spoke up "Yes tell your sister what a petulant child you are! I'm sure she wants to hear all about it." Mom could be a real bitch some days.

We got into her car and I still was in a rage. "What the hell did I miss this morning?" Jos asked me.

I told her the details of the Ronnie-Mom War that cost me 50 bucks and Josie laughed at me, and laughed hard. "Dad's right, she got you. A simple lie would have covered you, but instead you told her the truth. You know how she is about what she sees as wasted money. Be glad she charged you the going rate and didn't fine you. Come on, I'm buying lunch."

"Good, I took a big hit to my discretionary fund."

"The bass will have to wait another week or two, Ronnie. That's all. You'll survive."

I knew she was right, but it wasn't the money, really. It was pride. I could be a real pain in the ass when my pride was hurt. Besides, what happened last night between Jos and I was much more important. More important than anything else I could imagine.

"Earth to Ronnie! Hey, you with me, brother?"

I had zoned out, thinking about last night. "Sorry, Jos. What were you saying before I made a total ass of myself?"

She smiled that wry smile she had. "I was asking if you had any preference for lunch."

"Nothing in particular, except a) I'm starving and b) we'd better go out of town a bit. I don't want to take any chance of running into anyone from the team or related to anyone from the team. Wouldn't look good calling out sick for the game and then being spotted eating like I'd never seen food before."

Josie laughed at that. "Sounds like this is going to be expensive for me. I know a great pizzeria about 40 minutes from here. How's that sound?"

"Hmmmm me, you and a pizza. Sounds like a threesome!" We both laughed hard at that one.

"As long as you don't make out with the crust or anything. Put on some music, will you? Something we both like."

Thankfully, we both have similar taste in music, from growing up with parents who had music on much more than the TV. I put on something mellow, some Simon and Garfunkle, and we sang along as she drove. Soon we were at the pizza joint.

We ordered a medium pie with sausage and grabbed a table in back, along with a couple of iced teas. Before lunch was ready, about 15 minutes, we just made chit chat, nothing in particular. Besides, it was too busy in there to really talk about what we wanted to, what we needed to talk about.

We ate heartily (my sister may have the slender body of a sexy girl, but she can eat with the best of the men) and we got back in her car and drove to a quiet street in the neighborhood we were in. It was a cool day, but not cold, so we could shut the car and not freeze while we talked.

After an uncomfortable silence, I finally broke the ice. "Jos, I want to tell you, I had a great time last night. I hope we can keep it going, but I know it's not exactly a situation we can be open about around people. This kind of thing is pretty much frowned upon, after all." I took her right hand in my left. "If you tell me we should stop, that we can't go any further, I understand. I'd never push you into doing something you don't want to do. You know that."

Josie squeezed my hand in hers. "Thank you for saying that, Ronnie. It means a lot to me. I didn't expect you to say anything different. You're my younger brother, I won't say 'little' anymore, but you've always been the one protecting me, since you hit puberty, anyway, and got to be so much bigger than me. But the truth is, I'm hoping we can keep going. I never was as excited as I was last night, Ronnie. My toy got me off, but it was the situation, and, more importantly, the person I was with, that turned me on like that. Can I tell you something? Between us?"

"Who else would we tell, Jos? Of course it's just between us. I'm not looking to take out advertising about this."

She lightly slapped my hand, acknowledging my minor joke, and smiled at me. "Yeah, true. Anyway, Ronnie, I've been a little hot for you for years. I've noticed how you got so filled out, that tight chest and ass. Hard not to when we're living in close quarters, right? More than that, though. The way you've looked out for me, even though I'm older. Remember when I was dating Ray Gorman, when I was 17 and you were 15?"

I closed my eyes. It wasn't my favorite memory. Ray was a senior when Josie was a junior and they dated a few times. Until he slapped her one night, across the face. He wanted to fuck her in his car, and she wouldn't go for that. So he got rough, she fought him off, and he hit her. Twice. Eventually he stopped trying and just took her home. She came in the door in hysterics. Mom and dad weren't home, thankfully, off to some function like they were every weekend night, practically. I was there, teaching myself the bass guitar, and I heard her crying her eyes out in her room. I got her to tell me what happened. I was ready to kill him that night, I really wanted to. Instead I just held her while she cried, held her most of the night. I'd stroke her hair, kissed her head, and I told her he'd never be bothering her again. She begged me not to get into a fight with him, even pleaded with me. I promised her I wouldn't touch him. I mean, he was 18 and I was 15. What was I going to do to a senior? But he was average height and weight, and I was already over 6 feet tall and about 200 solid pounds. I did have a talk with him on Monday at school, and I let him know if he even talked to my sister again, ever, I was going to use him to practice checking into the boards. Over and over. He got the message, and he steered clear of Josie. I never told her what I said to him.

Josie continued. "I loved how you took care of me that night. You were so good to me, so caring. I know a lot of my friends can't count on their brothers for shit, older or younger. A few can, but most can't. And then when I heard you'd had a talk with him, but didn't hit him, I just melted inside."

I was surprised. "Wait, Jos. You knew I talked to him? How?"

She smiled so warmly at me. "It's high school, dummy. Word gets around. I'm surprised you didn't hear it. Then again, you lived it."

"I never wanted you to know. I figured you wouldn't want it to be known your little brother had to stick up for you. Might be bad for your ego."

"Are you kidding, Ronnie? I felt such a rush of love for you. Who else could I find to stick up for me like that? Other guys? They played school politics. Ray was a popular guy. Why, I can't imagine or remember now. But the guys wanted to stay on his good side. The prick. You put him on notice. It also let other guys know what could happen if they hurt me. The only problem was I didn't get asked out on another date the rest of the school year!" She laughed, and then so did I.

When we got serious again I said "Jos, no one was going to hurt my sister. Period. End of story. Even if I had to fight the whole football team. I would have done it, for you." She leaned over and kissed me, not a sisterly kiss at all.

"You know, Ronnie, that incident didn't hurt your rep with the girls. I heard interest in you went way up. Girls love guys who they see as defenders. Didn't you notice more girls flirting with you?"

"I guess I'm a bit clueless, Jos. I never made the connection."

"Dummy. What, you thought it was just your good looks and dashing charm?" She said it with complete affection.

Her phone rang then. It was our mother, whom I guess wasn't talking to me after this morning. Actually, things had been kind of distant between us for a few weeks.

When she hung up, Josie said "Mom wants to know if we're coming home for dinner. I told I would, and I thought you were too. So, are you?"

"Sure, might as well. But before we go home, where do we stand? You, me, us, you know?"

Jos smiled at me again, her warmest, sweetest smile. "Ronnie, I thought it was understood. I want to continue. I want to expand. But not like boyfriend-girlfriend. Kind of impossible to do, anyway. When we have the opportunity. We should still date of course. And if either of us wants to stop, we have to respect that. But we didn't talk about the 600 pound gorilla in the room. You used the 'L' word last night. Brother-sister love? Or do you feel something deeper?"

"Honestly, sis?"

"No, lie to me. Dummy. Of course honestly."

"Well, I guess I go first. I used the word. I do love you, Jos. More than I should. I've been feeling more than sibling love for you for years. Not just because you're beautiful, which you are. But because you're sweet and kind, and so fucking funny sometimes. You're the best person I know. I started using your panties, Jos, because I was horny, but also they made me think of you. The sexiest and best woman I know. I like the kink. But I never would have tried it if they weren't yours. Maybe I'm fucked up in the head. But I love you. I do."

Jos looked at me for a long time. "Truth be told, Ronnie, I love you too. More than I should." She leaned across the gap and held me close, and I held her right back. We held on like that for a long time. Finally she whispered "I want you so much, Ronnie. I wish we could find a place to be together right now. Someplace we could just make love, and then fuck wildly, and then make love again. My handsome, wonderful brother."

God, she felt so good in my arms. "For what it's worth, I'd love that right now as well. But I don't think we have the time, let alone the place. What about tonight?"

"Can't tonight, brother. I have plans with Beth and Nora. I can't break them. Plus I think mom and dad are home tonight. But they have plans during the day tomorrow. I can be home all day. How about you?"

"I can be home. Tomorrow then?"

"Tomorrow. Love you, brother."

"I love you too, sister." We kissed, a long deep sexy kiss that created incredible sexual energy in the car. If it had at least been dark out... but it was a public street in the late afternoon. We both had too much sense to do anything really stupid.

It would have to wait for tomorrow.

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It was a long Saturday night.

Josie went out with her friends Beth and Nora, two serious hotties. Both brunettes, Beth was 5'3" and petite all over, with what I would guess were 34B boobs and a nice ass, a cute face with a short, pixie haircut. Nora was more a bombshell type, 5'8", very chesty with killer curves, and long legs that went on forever, a sweet, not beautiful face and long hair to her lower back, thick and silky. Both were girls of my dreams, and I would have loved to go out with either one of them. But what girls go out with their friends younger brother? Older, maybe. Not younger.

I went to practice with my band, but my heart wasn't in it. We were not the type of band that expected to make it big one day. We really just played for ourselves. Honestly, we were mediocre at best. No shame to admit it. We played for our own pleasure. And I was finding no pleasure in it tonight. I didn't want to be there. I wanted to be alone with Josie. I know a few of my friends wouldn't have minded that either.

We went through a half a dozen or so songs, just for fun, but it's hard when you're just not having fun. I kept thinking about Josie out with her friends. Dancing with each other...and with guys. She looked so good when her friends picked her up. She had on a green silk cami that just shimmered over her breasts. And she had on a pair of satin black pants that came to above her ankles, looked like they were painted on her legs and her ass, with black high heel sandals. Her legs and her ass were magnificent. She was magnificent. My heart hurt just looking at her. I barely even noticed Nora and Beth.

I was thinking about her grinding that round ass against some random guy on the dance floor when Keith, our singer, called me out. "Ronnie, I know we're not U2 or anything, but if you can't keep your mind on what we're doing, you're just wasting time here. Just go home man. Maybe next time you can keep your head in what we're doing."

He was right. I couldn't be pissed off at him. I packed my bass and my amp in mom's car and headed home, first stopping for a burger and fries. It was only 11 and I'm heading home alone on a Saturday night. Bummer. When we're playing I usually don't get home until after 1.

I guess mom and dad had the same expectation. When I walked in the door, I could hear them in the family room, but they weren't watching a movie. Instead I could hear the obvious sounds of them having sex. Thankfully I couldn't see them (not that I wouldn't have minded a look at my mom) and they didn't hear me. I just made a beeline for my bedroom upstairs, closed the door quietly so as not to tip them to my being home, and plugged in my earbuds and my Kindle and just played music while I read. This was not my night. Hopefully, tomorrow would more than make up for it.

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I was up at 9, and I knew Josie wouldn't be up until at least 11, if the past was any predictor. I shaved and showered, then made my way downstairs. My parents were up, having coffee in the family room watching the Sunday morning political shows, something I enjoyed as well. I got a glass of OJ and went to join them, hoping I wasn't sitting on the seat where they screwed last night.

"Good morning, Ronnie" dad said. "We didn't hear you come in last night. How late did you get home?"

Yeah, I was thinking, I know you didn't hear me. "I got in about 1:30" I lied. I figured it was a better idea than to let them think I could have heard them.

Mom said "Ronnie, dear, I'm sorry about yesterday. And about the last few weeks. You and I seem to have been butting heads lately. I shouldn't have taken your money yesterday. I was just in a mood. I put it in your t-shirt drawer last night."

The enormity of that hit me about 5 seconds later. Mom was staring at me while sipping her coffee. I had a pair of her panties in that drawer that I hadn't had a chance to return to her hamper. Fuck. Double fuck. No way she missed that. As if to make sure I knew, she said "I'm throwing in a couple of loads of laundry before your father and I go out for the day. Please make sure any dirty laundry you have gets in there. Especially underwear."

I was silent, bug eyed and beet red. I was wide awake now, juice untouched. After about 10 seconds my father said "Don't sit there like a statue. Answer your mother."