Monday afternoon. I got home from school, about a half hour before Josie, and an hour and a half before mom. I was looking forward to being alone with my sister. An hour was enough time for us to enjoy each other. I was getting cleaned up, thinking of the kinky and/or loving things we could do together, when I got a call on my phone from Mr. Malloy, my hockey coach. A good guy, but a tough coach. He worked our asses off and tolerated absolutely no bullshit. The results were worth it; we were the second ranked team on Long Island, 18-21 age group.
"Greenstein, hope you're not dying or anything, nothing serious that caused you to miss the game yesterday."
"No Coach. I was sick, but nothing serious. But I would have gotten killed out there if I had tried to play. I'm sorry to let the team down." It was the right answer, team first.
"Well, if that's the case, it's a good thing maybe you didn't play. It would have been bad for you if you played like shit."
"I know, sir."
"No, you don't know. We were visited by Coach Joe McCall. Boston College. He's an old friend of mine, and he was looking to recruit for his team. He needs a defenseman. I had you in mind. Though he wasn't happy to have his time wasted."
It sank in hard. Fuck. Boston College. One of the best college teams in the country. And Coach McCall was looking into me. Double fuck. With a cherry on top. "Me, sir? I'm not BC quality. Am I?"
"Not now you're not. But I've told you, you've got tons of raw talent. He could carry you on his practice squad for a year, full scholarship with your grades, see how you progress. If you get through it, you could keep the scholarship for the other three years. If you're dedicated to work at it. Not showing up yesterday didn't help your case. But it's salvageable. He'll be in town for a couple more days; BC has a break in their schedule. You be at practice tomorrow, and ready to play your heart out on Wednesday. Maybe you'll still get your chance."
"I'll be there, Coach. I promise. I'll be ready."
"You'd better be, Greenstein. Make me look like a fool, and I'll bury you 10 feet under the ice."
"Yes sir. And thank you so much." He hung up.
Fuck me. I had to be on my game the next few days, and I knew it. A scholarship to Boston College was a great opportunity, even if I was Jewish. I was thinking about everything I needed to do tonight when Josie came home. Josie. Holy shit. Josie was going to Boston University next year for her last two years of school. Life just kept getting better and better. The chance to be near Josie for at least two more years was just icing on the cake.
She made her way up to my room. "Hey Ronnie, love. How are you. Did you have a good day? Feeling well? Feeling up to having a little fun? Mom won't be home for an hour yet, and dad won't be here until after dinner. We've got time. I've been thinking of you all day long." She was peeling off her sweater, a really tight one that hugged her tits. I had to stop her.
"Jos, honey, I'm sorry, but I can't." She had an incredulous expression, the one that said 'I can't believe you're turning me down'. "Let me explain. Please?"
She was covering up, embarrassed, thinking I was rejecting her. "I'm a fucking idiot. Should have known better."
"No Jos, please just listen for a minute. I got a call when I got home from Coach Malloy. He was pissed at me for missing yesterday's game, but not for the reason you think. He had an old friend of his, the head coach from Boston College there to take a look at me. For a scholarship, Jos. Full ride! If I practice well tomorrow and play well Wednesday, then interview with him and pass. Some other shit. It's golden opportunity, Jos. It's one of the best programs in the country. BC!"
It dawned on her what a big deal this was for me. "Shit, Ronnie that's just great! I'm sorry I reacted like that. I thought you had second thoughts about us, and you were just pushing me away. But why aren't you interested in some kinky fun with me?"
"Jos, I have to be in top form the next two days. No weakness at all, no fatigue. Top form all the way. Can you just wait until Wednesday night? I'll make it up to you, I promise, sis." I kissed her right on her full, sweet lips. I wanted her to be assured that I still wanted her very, very much. "I'm sure I could handle being with you and still practice and play well, but I really have to be 110%."
Jos, my beautiful Jos, gave me her most loving smile, and returned her own delicious kiss. "I understand, Ronnie. This is huge for you. Who knows, maybe you'll even play on the Olympic team or in the pros someday."
She was serious, but I knew better. "Jos, honey, I'm just hoping to get a first class education out of it without being buried in student loans. Your two years at BU are going to cost mom and dad enough as is. And I have no illusions about playing pro hockey. I don't have that kind of talent."
"Yeah? Then why is this big shot coach recruiting you?"
"Hey, I know I'm good, but I never thought I was at that level. Coach Malloy said it's about my raw talent, that McCall would have me on his practice squad for a year and develop it. And I haven't got the scholarship yet. There's a lot to go through to get there."
My sister hugged me, her soft, sexy body molding into my own. Part of me wanted to say fuck it, lets have some fun. But it could wait a few days. She whispered in my ear "I have faith in you, brother. More than you have in yourself. Now, would it be too much of a strain on your body if you helped me out? I've been thinking of you all day!"
I couldn't deny her, not completely. "What do you have in mind, sis?"
"Would you eat my pussy? Please? You can just lie there and I'll ride your face. Come on, I'm really horny. Don't make me resort to my vibrator."
"Wow, what guy can't resist that offer?" I teased. "Besides, I've seen how that vibrator works for you."
"It's great, but I'd much rather have you and your wonderful tongue. Wait until Wednesday night. I'll be the one making it up to you. And I'll even come to your game Wednesday and cheer you on."
"You drive a hard bargain, lady. Ok...mom will be home in 40 minutes. We've got a half hour, to be safe. Strip."
"Oooh Mr. Romantic! You're making my panties all wet!" she joked. I suspected her panties were already wet. Josie took off her jeans, sliding the tight denim down her long and lovely legs. She was wearing a pair of light blue cotton panties, low briefs. And they had a significant wet spot in the crotch. My dick was getting hard in spite of my plan to deny myself. "I'll leave these on. You can start by licking me through my panties. I was thinking about leaving them for you to play with, but if I can't blow you or fuck you, you better not jerk off!"
I got on my back and Josie moved so her smooth, silky legs were on either side of my head and her pussy hovered just an inch above my face. She was facing the headboard on my bed and I could see her face and her body, still covered by her sweater. "You look good enough to eat, sis. In fact, I think I will." I kissed her pussy, warm and wet, through the thin cotton of her panties, a bunch of times. God, she smelled and tasted great. Her scent was going straight to my head. Problem was, it was going to both heads, actually.
Josie pressed down so her pussy was flush against my lips. I held her hips as she was grinding on my lips and nose. I stuck out my tongue and licked all over that juicy wet spot. Her panties were so wet, her juices were dripping through like sweet honey through a filter. Josie grabbed the headboard for leverage as her hips flexed, her ass tightening and relaxing, trying to fuck my mouth. She was groaning loudly, loud enough that I was thankful no one else was home. "Pull my panties aside, Ronnie. I want to feel your tongue right on my cunt! Fuck, I am so hot right now!"
I pulled the crotch aside and took a moment to appreciate how beautiful her pussy looked all coated with her own cream. Her red hairs were trimmed and matted with moisture. I gripped her ass in my hands and pulled her down on my lips and tongue, swirling all over her fragrant cunt, then probing with the tip, then back licking again. I kept switching my method as well as the speed, and Josie was gasping for air as she pushed one hand inside her sweater so she could roughly rub her tits. She obviously wasn't wearing a bra underneath.