This was just one of those days when there was nothing to do. In fact, it was just what you would normally call boring. And to top it off, there was no power. The power had been cut off early in the morning, and the day being very, very hot, it being the summer holidays, 19 year old Jennifer, or Jenny, if you will, had absolutely nothing to do.
Usually during the holidays Jen would wake up late in the afternoons, and watch TV. But of course, the TV required electricity, the lack of which was a problem. And, her mother had gone off to the big city for some shopping, and would only return till tomorrow. Jen lived in a small town in Arkansas, and as such, big supplies had to be bought from the city. Her elder brother, Steve, now 20 years old, was at home with her. He didn't really had a job, which was largely due to the reason that he "preferred to die of hunger than to do trivial non-rewarding jobs". You see, he was one of those macho types who claimed that their veins ran adrenaline instead of blood, and that they were the "real" men, driving their shiny cars and engaging in similar other "manly" activities. Nothing wrong with that, except that if their veins actually ran adrenaline, they would be __dead__, and that this way of life was probably the reason why he, being 20 years old, had had sex only 4 times.
Her younger brother, on the other hand, was indeed the exact opposite of Steve. Timothy, or Tim, if you will, was very shy and reserved, and talked so less that it was feared that he might have some kind of non-talking disease. When he was a kid, he used to get beaten up regularly by his elder brother, until one day Jen intervened, and in the battle that ensued, Steve broke two of his front teeth, with a little help from Jen, and that finally put an end to little Timothy's sufferings. So, yes, Tim and Jen were indeed very close, for Tim was very affectionate, and feminine, and so they were kind of like sisters. Tim wasn't gay, however, and Jen had tried to get it out of her brother almost a zillion times. She loved her brother dearly, and as he was very delicate, she knew that he couldn't really keep it inside him for too long, and he needed support, so she always tried to fish it out of him. Jen knew how hard people can be if they do not condone your sexual orientation, and though you don't really anybody's approval, and you really don't have to give a damn what they think, it might be a problem if they catch you with their daughter in their living room, and worse if you both were naked. Jen, who had had feelings for members of her sex, was first perplexed, excited, and then came to the conclusion that she was, indeed, bisexual. She was bold, but she knew her brother wasn't, and as such it was her duty to protect him. Indeed, Jen was the only member of the family Tim really felt close too. She felt it too; Tim was her baby. Although, now 18, Tim did get along pretty fine with the rest of the members; the rest being Steve and their mother, Barbara. Their dad had left them when Tim was a little boy; and for the better too, for he was a drunk and useless man.
Coming back to the present, Jen was bored today as Tim had gone with their mother to the city to buy supplies and stuff, and they wouldn't be back till tomorrow. Usually, on a day like this, Jen used to hang around with Tim all day, doing all kinds of weird stuff. And that wasn't a problem at all, as Tim adored her. They weren't like your run of the mill brother sisters at all; the things they used to do together were usually so ridiculous and wonderfully great that if their mother was to ever find out, she would probably have a cow. And she was vegetarian.
Ok, I know what you're thinking. No, nothing sexual, yet. They just used to have a lot of fun together. For example, there is a small waterfall - type thingy place with a small lake some distance off from their house. It is a pretty deserted place, as nobody goes there, even though it is very beautiful; maybe because their town's population is so thin that it can hardly be called a town. So, they sometimes went there to swim, naked of course. Jen trusted Tim completely, and for good reason too, for he was but a child, and just as harmless. She always felt comfortable with him, and as such getting naked in front of him presented no difficulty at all. And, she was proud of her body. So, it all balanced out perfectly. She occasionally caught him looking at her, and because he was naked too, she could clearly see that he sometimes responded to her teen body. But, it was Tim, and she knew that it was a purely biological thing. Men are pretty much hard wired for reproduction, and especially young boys, hitting puberty and stuff. He couldn't help getting hard as much as he could control sneezing. And besides, it was kind of a compliment, if you look at it from that way. And, Jen often got a laugh out of it too, as Tim was always a gentleman, and he always turned red whenever he had a hard-on, and he always tried to hide it, often leading to amusing results.
However, today, Tim wasn't home.
Jen woke up at about 11 'o clock in the afternoon. She yawned, and stretched out on the bed. She was wearing a cropped T and cotton panties. She always slept like this; she wasn't really a pyjama person. As she stretched out on the bed, her top got pulled up to just above her belly button. She hadn't got a belly button ring, for some reason. She preferred it just the way it was. Tim liked it that way. Somehow, she could always tell that Tim adored her belly, her ankles, her wrists, her neck, and her cheeks. Not in a sexual way, of course. She knew, as any girl-woman would. He loved her pretty soft hands too, and often he would sit for hours and hours on end, holding her hand, while she did her routine stuff. Nothing sexual, or course. She never objected, or minded, and why would she? Whenever he touched her, she felt that deep and intimate connection with him, one that cannot be described, but can only be felt between to people, who are so close that they have their own channels of communication.
But Tim wasn't home today.
Jen looked up at the ceiling. The fan wasn't moving. She remembered that the power was out. She sensed that she was covered in sweat, and her room being exceptionally hot, she had to relocate to a cooler region.
She got up from the bed, and went downstairs, to the living room. Theirs was a two storey house, and all the kids' rooms were on the first floor. Their mom slept on the ground floor.
She first went to the kitchen, poured herself a glass of water, and then went into the living room. Steve was sitting up on a sofa, wearing only boxers.
"Going topless today, eh, Mr. Universe?", Jen quipped at her brother.
"No clean laundry. This was all that was left. And even these are starting to smell. If the power doesn't come on soon, we'll have to go shopping for a new wardrobe in our birthday suits."
"Ok, too much detail there, mister. Mind if I sit down here? My room's a bake oven."
"Be my guest. I was just thinking of heading over to Gary's place, but I don't want to walk that much in this sun. Mom's taken the car.", Steve nodded.
Jen sat down on a sofa opposite to his.
"Did mom call? I wanted her to get some stuff for me as well."
"Yeah, she's not gonna be back for another two days. Jackson's delayed on the delivery."
"Two days!!! What are we gonna do for two days?"
"Well, for one, let's pray the power comes on; two, I'm in charge, and three, there's enough vegetables in the fridge to last us a week. Provided we cook them, of course."
"How come you're in charge? You're just one year older to me. If you take out the daylight savings time, it just comes about to a few weeks. How can you still play the older sibling card?"
"Hey missy, I don't make the rules. Go ask mom, if you're not convinced. Don't hate da playa, hate da game", and he did a cool hip-hop shake of the hands, and moved his head a little bit. He never could pull that off.
"You know what, Cathy Stevens, if anybody from the hood ever saw you do that, they'd probably kick your ass, then shoot you in the ass, and then kick it some more."
"Hey, what'd you got against my ass girl? I've got da bomb right here", and he stood up, and tried to shake his ass, like that. He couldn't though, for he went to the gym so much, that if he even missed a day of throwing weights, he became stiff like an old woman's butt cheek, on the inside. And this was one of those days.
"Ok, Mr.In charge, as long as you're up - and thank god that at least something of yours is, cause we're always worried about you in that department - go get me another glass of water."
He sneered at her, "You didn't say the magic word"
"What, ho?"
"Hey, you leave Ashley out of this. What she does in her free time is none of our business." For those who are less intuitive in these things, Ashley is Steve's girlfriend.
"Ok fine, could you please get me a glass of water?"
"That's more like it", he sneered at her a little bit more, and then went into the kitchen.
