My bags were being packed. I was to take the evening Greyhound from Boston for my first summer vacation. While looking around to check I hadn't missed anything, the phone rang.
It was Cheryl Wharton, sister.
"Hello, Sis!"
"Hi, Marlon. How're you doing?"
"Not bad. Just packing to come home. You at home?"
"Yeah, but listen. I have an interview tomorrow in Boston." She sounded excited. "It's for a research position and a possible PhD!"
"Wow! Congrats!" I was very happy for her.
"I am leaving now. Driving. Should be there by evening, say, around three thirty."
"Oh no! I am taking a bus back to New York at 4:40 PM."
"What? Cancel it. You can drive back with me tomorrow."
"Hmm... Let me think."
"Sorry, this is a last-minute decision. I didn't want to go, then dad persuaded me. Do you have a place for me to stay?"
"Oh yes. OK. No worries. I'll stay back. My roommate has already left for summer. So, the whole place is mine."
I gladly changed my plans. What the heck? Instead of leaving on Thursday I could drive back on Friday or even Saturday with Cheryl. I loved her company. It was a four-hour drive and much more pleasant with her instead of riding a stupid bus with all kinds of weirdos. She was a very special person to me as not only an elder sister but a friend, a mentor and someone I could count on for any kind of help.
I cancelled the bus ticket for a minimal cost of the reservation charge and prepared for an unexpected and enjoyable launch to my vacation.
Cheryl was my step-father's daughter and five years older at twenty-four. My mother married her dad after she lost her husband and my father, in a work accident months after I was born. Cheryl's mom died of ovarian cancer when she was three. So technically we had no common blood. Complex and tumultuous as that may seem, the four of us were a content, happy and well-knit urban family enjoying reasonable comforts of upper middle-class earnings.
At ten minutes to four O' Clock the buzzer went off and I had to let Cheryl into the building. She would be here in minutes, I thought, as I walked out of to hallway of my 11
th
floor apartment.
At the elevator lobby, I watched with anticipation as the indicator lit up, the doors swished open and my beloved sis walked with arms open.
I hugged her with genuine welcoming warmth as I slid my forearms between her backpack and her athletic torso to pull her to myself again. She kissed my cheek and I returned it noisily.
"Fabulous to see you." Her ever radiant face split in a lovely smile. She looked gorgeous!
"Likewise." Was my feeble response. "For some reason we never quite kept contact."
"Yeah. I guess both of us were busy."
We settled down in the modest but neat living room for a good long sibling chat, catching up on family, friends and neighborhood. It was then that Cheryl let me know that she had broken up with Nathan, her boyfriend of two years. I wasn't unhappy about that as Nathan was pushy and arrogant and I couldn't comprehend why Cheryl would tolerate this piece of trash for even a day. What made it worse was when he would come home when mom and dad were away, they would go to her room and I would have to endure the unmistakable sounds of their passionate lovemaking, sometimes even for an hour. Nathan was a strong muscular hunk of a guy and that's probably what attracted my sister.
I was glad it was over.
"What about you? Are you still seeing, Janet... what was her name?"
"Oh no. Jen. Jennifer. We broke up when I left New York." Jen was a piece of work!
"I thought she was in Boston, no?"
"No, she's in DC." I said dismissively. Cheryl took the hint.
"I want to shower and we'll get something to eat." She stood up and picked up her backpack. "Where do I stay?"
"This one here." I pointed to my room. "I'll move into my friend's room for the night."
As she walked away and for the first time, I realized what a sexy butt she had in those beige pants. It was certainly more rounded and bigger now than when I last cast eyes on it. Her waist above was still very narrow and she was almost out of her shirt when she went through the door and I had a glimpse of her smooth back adorning a crimson bra. It was the moment that evening when I had forbidden thoughts. I however put that aside as normal teenage-hormone provoked.
She left the door half ajar in genuine sisterly familiarity. "What do we do for dinner?"
"I don't know. You want me to pick up something? Or do you want to go out?"
"No. I think I am tired. Let's stay here and get a small bite. Like a pizza or burger. I have an interview tomorrow, remember?"
"I'll run down and get something." I delayed a bit as I wanted to see her walk past to the bathroom. I surprised myself with a degree of excitement that was not only inappropriate but a scene I should be used to, living with her all my years.
Soon, she came through the door in a turquoise night gown with narrow shoulder straps and a deep neck. The towel thrown over her shoulder did not obstruct the view to her cleavage though her boobs were hidden.
She's not wearing anything underneath, I thought as she passed me and I noticed the sheer satin material bounce off her bum curve and the crack in between. I pulled myself away as Cheryl walked into the bathroom and went down to get a quick peperoni pizza from the Pizza Hut on the ground floor.
It was rather peculiar, in fact curiously odd that I had that feeling. I always had these latent incestuous thoughts that were unconscious and oddly blended with respect and honest sisterly love for Cheryl. I was however comforted internally that it did not worry me or make me feel guilty. There were a couple of reason for this. There was Bryan, a very close friend that had this thing for his own sister who was seven years older and even had sex with her. This taught me that I wasn't some kind of a freak. Secondly Cheryl was not my biological sister at all; not even a half sister.
I picked up the pizza, fries and a large bottle of pop and came back to find Cheryl in the living area on the phone with dad and wearing the same gown. Her boobs were pushing against the thin fabric with the shapes of her nipples evident. Her awesome cleavage cradled a sparking pink stone that hung from a delicate silver chain. She had her legs crossed and from her left side the shapeliness of her thigh and hip was enticing. A good bit of leg beneath her knee showed.
I didn't even hear what she was saying but when she hung up, she said mom and dad wanted some of the Indian ginger pickles that they had bought when they were here to drop me off last summer.
Hot Pizza with Juicy Tales
We sat at the little kitchen table across each other and had our slices of pizza. We talked. My eyes danced down so often to view those magnificent breasts barely covered by her attire. The cleavage with smooth silky skin was so inviting while the nipple impressions on satin were maddening. At least twice she caught me looking but made no mention of it or even made any postural adjustments towards modesty. I could always say I was admiring that pink stone embedded in her jewelry. What was it? A pink sapphire?
The main topic was Nathan and she agreed to confide in me. He had changed during the second year of their relationship becoming weirder and demanding. He lived with his parents and so did she and they had very little chance for privacy. He was so horny that he wanted her badly almost daily. So, he drove her to a spot just off the highway out of town to the top of a hillock and they had sex on a rock. She would bend over and he had her from behind as they both looked down at the highway traffic and the odd person walking on the dirt track below.
"That was initially scary but got to be thrilling gradually and I quite started liking it!" Cheryl confessed with blushing cheeks. Coming directly from her, it was turning me on as well. "Then he started hoping that someone would see us and seemed frustrated that he couldn't draw anyone's attention." She wiped a bit of ketchup at the corner of her mouth and continued to munch. It was then that I noticed how beautiful she was or had become. The thin lips suited her lean face and longish nose. Her pointed chin was perfect and the whole proportion was adjusted by her mop of bobbed brown hair. Her skin shone with health and obvious care.
She went on to describe his friends and their parties. There was a friend called Jason and his girlfriend, Niki that were known to be quite kinky. In one of the parties hosted by them they had quite a raunchy game. There was a downloadable game app called 'Whooz', where all used cell phones to link to a portal. An uploaded part of you in a picture is projected for all to recognize.
Jason and Niki made it bawdy by showing everybody's genitals!
