In the morning the house was busy with the guests being given breakfast, and everyone making their own preparations for the day. There was no time to consider what had gone on in the night, and Karl left the house to do his studies in the local library rather than to get distracted in the house. Despite this, as he poured through the journals his mind drifted to the passion of last night. Would Lucy say anything about it? How did he feel about been jacked off by his sister? What would happen next? He knew that he had enjoyed forbidden fruits, but would it go further? Was this a once off? Finally, Karl set off home in the afternoon, hoping that Lucy would reassure him that everything was ok.
Went he got back, he was disappointed to find he was the first one back to the house. He went to the kitchen and fetched some food for a late lunch and found himself strolling around, his mind still full of racing thoughts. Then he could hear the front door, his heart leapt and he wondered if it was Lucy. He just needed to talk to her.
It was his parents. They busied themselves with unpacking the shopping they had brought, and so Karl retreated upstairs. Later on, he heard Lucy come back, but he felt unable to show himself until he was called downstairs for the evening meal.
Lucy was there at the table, and shot him an inquisitive glance. Karl felt at a loss, so looked downwards. They ate, exchanging small talk with their parents. Then their parents went out of the room discussing some matter about the house, and for a moment Karl was left alone at the table opposite Lucy. She looked meaningfully at him but to no avail, Karl stared downwards.
"Hey," she whispered.
Karl glanced up. Lucy whipped up her skirt and put a hand between her legs. Karl goggled and she giggled mischievously. Then Lucy offered to take the finished plates through and Karl realised he would be stuck in his chair as he felt the reaction stirring in his underpants.
"You alright Karl?" she said, with a hint of tease in her voice. Karl grunted and stayed motionless.
Later that evening, he found Lucy in her room. She was lying on her bed reading a book.
"Hey, Lucy."
"Hey, Karl". He closed the door.
"You know I'm a bit stirred up from last night and you didn't help flashing me just then."
"Oh, it was just a bit of fun, Karl, don't be so serious! Look, we had some fun, I helped you get a bit of release, that's all right isn't it?"
All true. But Lucy has ignited lust in him and so he was seeing her as a sexy young woman, full of flirtatious desire. Although she was dressed in a plain blouse and skirt, with her hair tied up, she was looking fabulous.
"Yeah. Yeah, but I'm hot for you now."
"Oh Karl." She sighed.
"- And you did flash me."
"Yes, but so as you don't take it too seriously!"
"Like I was with Sarah you mean?" The painful memory of an unrequited passion jolted Karl.
"Well, yes, maybe."
"I just wanted to help you, you seemed frustrated."
"Well, it was really nice."
"Good."
"And now I feel hot for you, Lucy."
"You did before."
"I know," the memory of the previous encounter was still hot in his mind's eye.
"So, I should go to bed just like that?"
