"What do you what for your twenty first birthday?" I asked Louise.
We were having supper, nothing radical. She had given me a birthday present the day before, for my eighteenth birthday. A box of one hundred condoms with a a card that read: You're legal now, stay safe. Louise, the queen of inappropriate gifts, is my sister.
My parents had thought it hilarious. Pat's parents less so. Patricia was now my ex girlfriend, her church going parents less than happy at such a display with their sixteen year old daughter. Surprisingly I was not all that upset she had sent the breakup text that morning. She and I had only had a fondness for classical music in common. I liked Chopin, she liked Rachmaninoff, I loved sonatas and nocturnes, she loved symphony and heavy opera. She had been my first girlfriend, classical pianists don't get many, on the other hand pretty flutists have to beat guys off with someone else's flute. I had recognized that we were heading for a breakup. Mostly because intermittently functioning her virgin alarm friends weren't helping, and they were telling her parents.
The question was more a fishing trip of the direction to not go in and exact revenge. Just because Pat was not going to be missed didn't mean Louise should think I appreciated that she broke us up more effectively than a folk musician turning to metal would break a band up. She was going to pay.
"You, in a leather outfit serving me champagne before I give you an education with Elton John playing in the background." she replied.
My mom laughed. I stared at her wide eyes staring back at me. The unspoken message was that she knew my secrets. If I pissed her off she would spill the beans. I had no desire to have to explain to my parents why I had a special browser for BDSM on my computer.
Louise was studying information security at college, full scholarship sponsored by a web hosting company because she had hacked their system and told them how to fix it. She was graduating in a few months and walking into a massively well paying job immediately after that.
She had found out about the stuff on my computer because she still enjoyed hacking and had left a message across my desktop to tell me she had hacked my computer. She had already got trouble for that and not spilled the beans because she understood about saving up trouble.
I was going into motion picture production after school. I had composed a piece for a low budget documentary made by a movie producer and the music had been the most notable part of the production. An A list actor had been impressed, found me, put me through a few paces on set that he was acting on and paid my college for three years because I had been right when he asked me what the director was going to do.
"Will you be tied up?" I asked.
"No, I will be tying you up."
"Not interested." I said dismissively.
It was week later when we spoke again. She came home late while our parents were out and into my room. She said nothing, just flopped down on my bed beside me.
"Rob broke up with me." she said.
I had no idea who Rob was. She had not had boyfriends at college as far as I knew. With her talent to embarrass I was not surprised she had not had boyfriends and not surprised that Rob would break up before she brought him to meet the family.
I reached out and hugged her to me. I might think she was a bitch but she was my sister. She cried onto my chest a little while I stroked her hair and whispered consoling noises. Soon she started telling me who Rob was, the CEO of the software company she was going to work for. He had strung her along over the last few weeks and suddenly decided to stick with his wife. He had also canceled the job although he said the company would not want it's money back.
"Gary? Did you let that actor screw you for the tuition?" She asked suddenly.
"No. He's straight. I saved him money though, his wife tried get me to sleep with her so I told him. He paid the tuition to say thanks."
"Rob said I should put out if I want to get somewhere in the business."
"Start your own then."
"Doing what? I can't afford the kind of hardware security needs!"
"We'll think of something."
She was quiet for a few more minutes.
"Why is all that BDSM stuff on your computer?"
"I'm writing a soundtrack, same producer from the documentary. He's making one about that now, he didn't think about how legal it was for me but this time he's paying. It's all bullshit, I found the interviews when I checked copyright for music in the background. He just used CGI to make it look like he was interviewing people. Maybe blackmail him?" I suggested.
Louise laughed a little.
"No, just tell him to take a hike."
"Already told the director of the movie set I was in anyway."
I wrapped us up in a throw my mom insisted should be on my bed. We warmed up and went to sleep. I woke up with a start a few hours later. I lay staring at the dark for a few minutes and realized somebody had switched the light off. Probably Louise when she went to her room.
A soft bump on my side and a feminine arm falling across my chest really woke me up. Louise moved closer to me and wrapped a leg around my hips. I stared fixedly into the dark as she sniffed me in her sleep and kissed my neck with a happy little sniffle. She was a bad idea to wake up, I had learned that before through episodes of thrown shoes and teddy bears. At these close quarters with her knee; it was definitely a bad idea to wake her up.
So I lay in the dark thinking. The director I had contacted had been furious about the copied and edited material being passed off as original and had explained that he would win a court case if the music score was original and played throughout the documentary. So I was the original part of his documentary and he was producing it at less than one percent of what even a moderate music video budget was.
I had told him that I could probably produce a better documentary and he had laughed. We had ended the conversation with him telling me to get in touch if I needed a camera or lighting or sound recording equipment. I thought about how to make a better documentary, first was a face... Louise was going to be at a loose end.
Second was a specific subject, I had seen enough of the interviews to have a fair idea of what seldom got covered because none of the interviews had covered it. I thought about research, and an angle to use. And then I I got an erection when Louise moved and I got a breast in the the palm of my hand.
I was shocked more about how good it felt to have a breast in my hand than that the breast belonged to my sister. I couldn't help it, I moved my fingers and suddenly her nipple was under my forefinger. I moved the tip of my finger in a circle and she moaned. I moved my thumb and pinched lightly and she moaned again and turned her body. She was at a better angle now and with my eyes used to the dark I could see her nipple. I bent my head and kissed it then put my lips over it and sucked.
"Oh God yes!" From her brought me to my senses.
I stopped instantly and lay back again holding her in the realization that I had nearly screwed my sister. If she woke up angry now I was dead. She tended to shout if she was upset and use any information in her brain to make the other person look as bad as possible. I had an entire browser history of looking bad.
I moved her tee shirt to cover her breasts again and lay still. I tried thinking with the raging erection and the effort tired me so I went back to sleep. When I woke up again Louise had gone away. I was mildly disappointed, it had felt fantastic to be sleeping with someone despite the bed being a little small for that.
Mom Smiled broadly when I came down for breakfast. Louise was stirring her cornflakes listlessly. Dad was reading a paper on Acetic acid infection on CD ROMS, and analog graphic electronic storage mechanisms.
