The air-conditioner thermostat was set low, too low. A chill had settled over the house. The air in my room may have been cold but my bed was nice and warm. I had been awake for several minutes but had yet to move. I was more than content to watch Julie breathe peacefully beside me.
How could I be so blessed and cursed at the same time. Blessed because sharing my bed was the most spirited, beautiful, compassionate and loving girl I had ever known. Cursed because she happened to be my little sister. Our type of relationship was supposed to be limited to places like the Appalachians or Ozarks, not the suburb of Saratoga Spring.
She stirred, shading her green eyes from the sunlight peeking through the gaps in the mini-blinds. "Morning beautiful," I said. She rubbed her face. "Rough night?"
"Yeah," she answered. "My boyfriend can be rather insatiable in the sack." She buried her face in my chest then looked up at me. "But I love him anyway." We came together for a kiss.
"How perfect is this girl?! She doesn't even have morning breath."
"I wish I could say the same about you, Mr. Sleeps With His Mouth Open. I thought you'd never stop snoring." I must have looked a bit sheepish. "But don't worry, I still love every inch of you," she said, reaching to place her palm on the top of my head.
"I think I'm going to have to do something about this stick your poking into my leg." She reached under the covers and grasped my erection, stroking it up and down. Only her second time touching one of these things and my little sister masturbated me like an old pro. Her slim fingers slid over the loose skin of my shaft bringing me to the edge.
My left hand snaked under the sheets, settling in the softness between her legs. Her curls rubbed my palm as I cupped her pussy mound. I probed her sex with a finger. She was damp and warm, I made her more so.
My thumb swirled over her clit. "Oh Rick," she whispered. I parted her labia with my index finger, slipping it into her slick tunnel. She begged me to explore her, whispering my name over and over. I was so focused on touching her that I nearly forgot about her hand sliding on my dick. A familiar tingle within my body reminded me and foreshadowed an impending orgasm.
She drained me last night, every drop of semen my body could produce was either in her or on her but today was a different story. After sleeping peacefully in her arms I felt like I could shoot a bucketful.
Julie placed her free hand over mine to hold me close to her pussy. She released my dick, hunching her hips against my probing finger as she rode out an orgasm. She bit her lip, I think she was trying to resist the urges to call out.
She regained her senses and took my penis back in her small hand. I was determined to cover that hand with my sperm. Tingles took over, every muscle in my body relaxed as I shot. Semen squirted out of the little slit, jet after jet landed on my pelvis and Julie's stroking hand.
She grabbed some Kleenex from my desk and dabbed the cum from my body. She daintily wiped her own hand clean then discarded the tissues in my wastebasket. "Did I do okay?"
"You were terrific; a four-star hand job," I assured.
She threw herself against me, wrapping her arms in a firm hug. "I love you," she whispered. I leaned down to kiss her. Our lips had just met when the doorbell started to ring rapidly downstairs. She released me. "Oh shit! What time is it?" Julie glanced at my VCR clock. "Damn it, nine! That's Erin." Julie bounded out of bed and ran from my room, her boobs bouncing deliciously as she did, leaving me doubly frustrated.
Just what I needed right now, Erin. The girl who had practically tried to rape me, of course that incident had lead to Julie and I being together, so maybe Erin wasn't all bad.
***
Julie dug through her dresser, she was just as bad as Rick when it came to laundry. She found a clean nightgown, an ancient white cotton shirt with teddy bears, she threw it over her naked body. She frowned at the reflection in her mirror. The nightgown was a throwback to her junior high days, it no longer left much to the imagination.
She sprinted down the steps. The doorbell had ceased ringing, she didn't want Erin to leave. Julie threw open the door. "Hi." She struggled to catch her breath.
"Hi yourself," Erin said. "Did I wake you."
"Yeah, but don't worry about it, I overslept. Come on."
The way Erin gawked at her body made Julie wish she'd had time to get properly dressed. "You look 'interesting' this morning," Erin said. She tugged on the far too short hem of Julie's nightgown. "Dressed to impress?"
"No!" her denial was swift. "It's laundry day. You know how it is."
They passed through the family room where Erin noticed the dirty plates and the pile of clothes by the sofa. "More laundry?" she asked.
Julie felt her cheeks warm as she nodded. The two young women went up the stairs to Julie's room and soon they were laughing and giggling. One might think their fight had never occurred. They talked for over an hour, catching up on the past two weeks.
"I've noticed a certain glow to you this morning," Erin said after a while.
"What do you mean," Julie asked with a forced laugh.
"Oh come on Jules! You didn't sleep in your bed." The sheets and pillows were meticulously arranged. "You're completely naked under that nightgown." Erin leaned forward to sniff Julie's neck. "And since when did you start wearing aftershave? Play dumb all you want but I know it's aftershave." She sniffed again, putting her nose against Julie's chest. "The same brand my brother and father wear." Erin flashed an awful smile. "I think our little Julie has finally been made into a woman."
Julie faked a laugh. "I think you have sex on the brain, girl."
"There are a lot worse things than sex. Violence, crime." She thought a minute. "Violent crimes, puppy euthanasia, rape." That one stung. "And incest."
Julie stomped her foot, without a bra her breasts were free to swing. "You really should cover those things. A girl with a body like yours shouldn't walk around half dressed. She might give her older brother the wrong idea." She took Julie's hand and smelled the skin. "Or the right one."
Could she smell his semen? She hadn't washed her hand, she only wiped it with a tissue. Julie jerked her hand from the blonde's nose. "You promised you wouldn't talk about Rick. I thought we were still friends."
"Crazy girl. We are friends, best friends." Erin wrapped her long arms around Julie's petite body. "Friends who tell each other their deepest, darkest secrets." Erin leaned close, putting her pronounced nose against Julie's sweating skin. She inhaled the sent of Rick's aftershave. "Friends who share everything."
There were rattles in the kitchen. Rick was downstairs eating breakfast.
