I graduated from college three years ago. Until last year, I could only find part-time work, so I lived with my parents. During that time, my sister Judy and I started a sexual relationship that neither of us wanted to end. The fact that we weren't found out was a little luck but a lot of caution on our part, including her going on the Pill a few days later. We love and care about each other, too, but it was mainly about the sex. Last year, I got a full-time job, but it was an hour away, in the Cleveland suburbs. A few months ago, I got my annual review, and the raise was enough that I could finally afford a studio apartment here in town. They all helped me move, even my brother Tim, who was on break from another college. Last weekend was the first time Judy was able to come see me by herself. She graduates from college next month, and she had an interview with another company in the area.
Judy has a late class on Thursday, and it was raining everywhere in northern Ohio, so she didn't get here till almost ten o'clock. That didn't stop us from holding each other close and French-kissing as soon as she got through the door. We'd both missed each other terribly. I didn't even care that my clothes were soaked just from the contact with hers. By the time she had her interview clothes hung up, it was past ten-thirty. There's only one bed here, so we shared it, but she was worn out from the drive. We fell asleep together.
My alarm woke us in the morning. I felt a hand on my stomach. I opened my eyes and looked to the side. "Good morning, Chad," Judy said.
"Morning, sexy," I told her, and I kissed her.
"No time now," she said. "You've got a job, and I hope to have one at the end of the day." I rubbed her butt. "Tonight," she said.
When I came home from work, I thought I was in the wrong apartment. There was no trash on the floor, the dining room table was clear, and the jeans I'd left on the back of my recliner had been replaced by a dress. Judy stepped out of the bathroom. She came up to me and greeted me. "You're home!"
I put my arms around her and we had a long kiss. "How'd the interview go?" I asked.
"Hard to tell," Judy said. "I felt like I got a little chatty toward the end, but I think I had good answers and good questions."
"In that case, you might wanna know that Jeopardy's having try-outs here next month."
"Very funny. Hopefully, I'll have a reason to be in town by then!"
"Speaking of the town," I continued, "what did you have in mind for the weekend?"
"I told Mom and Dad not to expect me back till Sunday. Why, what did you have in mind?"
"I kept my weekend open, so we can do whatever we want. It was too late to get theater tickets, but-"
"Theater tickets?" Judy asked.
"You remember that fantasy you told me about? Part of it was seeing a musical in person. Plus, I remember coming home from college one Friday night, and you were at school for their production of
Les Miz
."
"Oh, right! I wasn't in the show; I was just working on the scenery. But you remembered that?"
"I love you, Judy. I was paying attention even before I knew you felt the same way."
Judy squealed, "Chad!" and squeezed my waist. She hadn't gotten any taller since I moved, so her head was still up against my chest. "I love you, too! I was so happy this morning. For all the times we had sex, that's only the second or third time we've woken up together. It was so nice to see your face the first thing. I think that's why I was so upbeat at the interview!"
"Anyway, the other part of the fantasy was that a tall, handsome guy takes you to dinner, so I made reservations at a seafood place downtown. The food's pretty good, but what makes it special is that it's on Lake Erie, and I mean right on it. You can actually see the lake from some tables. And I got one of those tables."
"What time?"
"The earliest they could get us in was 7:30."
Judy looked at her watch. "It's six o'clock now. How's the traffic there?"
"I don't know, but if we're early, we can probably find something to do for a while."
"In the car? Gross!"
"I didn't mean that!" I insisted. "There are shops we could look at." As it turned out, the traffic near the ballpark was just enough that we didn't have to wait long after we got to the restaurant. We talked about my job, the company she interviewed with and what had been going on at home since I moved. (Not much, apart from Tim introducing his new girlfriend to them.) They also had a ballroom. Neither one of us will ever dance on Broadway, but it was fun being able to make sensual moves without worrying that someone who knew us both would be creeped out.
The latest
Galaxy Corps
movie had just come out on DVD. I could have paid to watch it on cable, but I saved it as a back-up plan in case we couldn't get in to see a show. We picked it up on the way back, but by the time we got home, it was almost 10:30, and the movie was nearly three hours long. We watched the special features, and I put the disc back in the case.
"You know, there's something I never thought to ask you," I said. "I let it slip one time that I used to think about you while I was jacking off. What did you think about when you fantasized about me?"
"Well, my favorite was pretty much what we did tonight, except I'd have a sexier dress for you to take off of me at the end of the night."
"That dress is plenty sexy," I told her. "There's a reason three different waiters dropped trays when they were crossing the room."
"You're just saying that," Judy said.
Her dress was red, and the neckline was low enough and wide enough that I could lean in and caress her breast without moving the fabric at all. "A sexy dress on a sexy woman," I said. I lifted her hand and put it on my dick. "And in case you had any doubt ..."
"I also thought about sitting in the back of a porno theatre with you and blowing you while the people up front listened."
"Dammit, I checked the wrong theaters' listings," I told her.
"I thought of it one time when I was heading for lunch. The adult bookstore was about halfway between my 11 o'clock class one semester and a McDonald's. I knew what kind of stuff went on in the viewing rooms, and when I pictured us that night, I changed it to a movie house."
I took the conversation in a new direction. "So, what would you do when you were thinking about us?"
Judy smiled, because she knew what I was up to. "When I had the porno theater fantasy, I'd usually be sitting on my bed. I'd imagine you in the seat next to me and lean down. I'd unbuckle your pants and fish your dick out of your underwear. I always go commando in this fantasy, so I'd move up, and soon you'd have your fingers inside my pussy. Of course, my real fingers would be there while I was imagining this. Sometimes while I was fingering myself, my arm would go up against my boob, and I'd think it was the arm rest between two seats. My head goes up and down while my fingers go in and out. If my self-control is good enough that day, I'm able to stop long enough that I can pretend you just came in my mouth. I smack my lips just to show you that I swallowed it all, and then I climb onto your lap. By now, if I have any underwear on in real life, there's usually a wet spot on them, so I take them off."
I looked down and asked, "Like right now?"
She hiked her dress up over her waist. "Yeah, like right now."
