Author's note: This one is juicy! I'd also like to remind people to keep voting. I am a Scottish writer so sometimes when writing in US English it doesn't come across well. I don't currently have an editor but I will do my best from here on out to edit it to the fullest. Thank you all for taking the time to read the chapters it's very nice to see. I'm enjoying writing this series and hope to finish it eventually. However we have a long way to go and I hope you will be here for the ride ahead.
CHAPTER 3
Rebecca had come back to her brothers room to find him asleep. He had sprawled out over his double bed and he looked cute as he slept. She did as any caring woman would do and tucked him in. She took one last look at his dangling cock, it was quite the size even when soft.
Before, if she had come into her brothers room to see this, she would have most definitely screamed the house down and run in the other direction. Now she looked at him lying completely nude with a sort of warm, loving, feeling and hint of arousal. She gently kissed her him goodnight and left the room.
The next morning Nick woke for school without the need of Rebecca to wake him. He felt joy like the very first morning after his sexual roll around with his sister. However this morning was different. He'd kissed Rebecca and he'd also kissed Jennifer. Jennifer had kissed him on the lips, his big, motherly, sister. Sure, it felt taboo with Rebecca; Nick didn't know how passionately kissing ur own sister would ever not be taboo. But it wasn't as taboo as french kissing Jennifer. She was more a forbidden fruit it seemed. Nick put this down to her age and most likely, body maturity.
Rebecca and himself had always been close. Even when they had been younger. She protected him from his sister, despite her being a good few years older than the both of them. So when her lips met his it was more out of love than passion. However, when Jennifer kissed him, it seemed like he would be dragged away that very moment for breaking the law. He'd even hugged her for the first time in god knows how long and he found he actually liked it. Her touch sent electrical bolts of lust through his entire body. Shockwaves spiralled up his back, making his stomach flip with excitement.
So when she had pressed her lips to his and kissed him like a lover, he was understandably frozen still. He feared moving, incase that feeling had ended prematurely. He wished he could just go up to her casually and plant one on her. But he knew she'd kill him for ever attempting it. Nick yawned and forced himself out of bed. His cabinet mirror showed a slender scruffy looking boy staring back at him. He ruffled his own hair into a tidy mess and scratched the itch underneath his nose.
It was then that he'd remembered everything that him and Rebecca had done the previous night. He'd caught the smell of her, when his fingers had brushed under his nose. Nick held out his hand as if something alien to him was on it. His two fingers had been inside his own sister. He rushed to the bathroom and cleaned off any remains of her.
For some odd reason, Nick felt as though Jennifer was so experienced and attuned to sex that she would probably sniff out his fingers like a shark would with blood in water. So he though better to wash them clean, just in case.
He headed downstairs were he met his two sisters in the same place they usually were, at the kitchen table. It wasn't really a table, more like an island in the middle of the room, with stools to prop yourself up on. Jennifer sat at one end, while Rebecca sat at the other.
"Hello." He said.
Rebecca beamed at him. Her sexy smirk gave him butterflies. "Hello." She said.
Jennifer did not look up, nor say hello. Instead she turned the page of her fashion magazine that she now held close to her face and chewed gum rather apprehensively. Her eyes zigzagged over the page pretending to read what was printed on it.
"How was your sleep?" He turned to Rebecca.
He'd wondered how she was after last night.
"It was good. How was yours?" The conversation was complete act, an act to portray a normal sibling relationship.
"Very good, thank you?" He smiled, then turned to Jennifer, "what about yours?"
She detected the unease behind his words. He was being cautious around her, while she didn't know if she could even look at him, not after kissing him the way she did. He wouldn't tell anyone, he wouldn't dare and that was all that was keeping her from pinning him down and forcing him to promise to keep his mouth shut.
Jennifer sat there silently ashamed of herself. Why she did it, she didn't know. It sort of happened, his lips were there and so were hers. He'd been so nice and loving. It gave her an uncanny feeling in the depths of her gut. She only planned to peck him, as a sort of 'Thank you.' But after she'd kissed him once, it was impossible not to kiss him twice and soon it was impossible to stop. That was until reality had hit her, like a steam-train without any brakes.
Even his voice as he innocently said 'hello,' made her skin rattle with goosebumps. Like all her senses quickly attuned to his presence. His breathing and his smell. She did not have to look at him to feel him standing there. Nick ignored her ignorance and started his morning ritual of making cereal and coffee.
"Anyone want a cup?" He held a mug up over his shoulder.
"Yes please." Rebecca watched his ass in his shorts as he stood there.
Jennifer wanted to say yes, he didn't do this very often and the thought of him making a hot coffee for her was nice. She loved coffee too, but she remained stubbornly silent.
The rest of the chat consisted of himself and Rebecca debating about the benefits of getting the pool fixed. It was just coming into summer and the summer weather was already teasing it's return. They agreed it would be good to get someone in to fix it, so they could swim about under the sun.
It had lay empty for years now. Green stains gathered at the deep-end, while it had been deprived of water for far too long. The aspect of his sisters being in and out of the pool in skimpy bikinis under the sun, turned him on for the first time that day.
He stared at Rebecca's breasts while Jennifer had her nose in her magazine. Rebecca took notice and made sure to arch her back more, so that her breasts protruded further from her small frame. He imagined them in a tight bikini top, with her nipples imprinted underneath.
At this point Jennifer sighed deeply, to break the silence. She snapped her magazine shut and at the same time Rebecca snapped her back out of her arch. She stood, cleared her plates and made to leave.
"Where are you going?" Rebecca called.
"To work." She said, bluntly.
"But you don't start until 9pm? It's 7:45?" Rebecca reminded her.
"Well, I do now." She grabbed her jacket and bag before leaving rather urgently.
"What's with her?" Rebecca turned back to look at him.
Feeling the pressure of her eyes and the pressures to lie. He simply shrugged his shoulders.
"Do you want a lift to school?" She asked, after she drained the remaining coffee that was left in her mug.
"Yeah, I think I better ride with you. I know it was hot yesterday but something tells me today will be a little different." He said.
And he was right. The minute they had stepped out the front door, the wind forced them backwards into each other. Her ass budged up against his crotch. One time this would bother him. Instead he found himself aroused again for the second time that day.
She dropped him off by the gates. Instead of kissing him on the cheek as a mother would, she gave his lips a long peck. They kept their lips together for a little longer than they probably should have. It was much the type of kiss a loving husband would give his wife before leaving for a hard days work.
"Bye!" He said as he let the wind slam the door shut.
At school Nick could barely concentrate. It was coming up for that time of year in English class were they would be writing a project. Nick already had enough on his plate at home to be dealing with, never mind a whole project to write.
The teacher handed out their latest marks on their essay regarding a Scottish play. Nick was delighted to see an A+ written on the corner of his page. Josh on the other hand did not bother to look at his grade, instead he shoved the paper deep under his gym clothes, that were balled together in his school bag.
