All characters are fictional and are over the age of 18. The setting is Summer 1994 Burlington Vermont. This is a slow burn story, because that's how I wrote it. If you want to get straight to the sex, read something else.
Chapter 1
I never did mind when Jess came into the movie room.
Back when we were just kids, and my Dad still wanted to spend some time with us, he had this massive movie room built on to the back of the house for family movie nights. Change whatever you think you know about movie rooms, this was almost a movie theatre; complete with three rows of 5 seats each placed stadium style at different heights, with the bottom row a half moon of six-piece black leather sectionals to top it all off. In the back was the projector on the ceiling, speakers that cost more than most cars, and a bar with a popcorn wagon and snack area with a glass front so you could see what was inside. I was the only one in here now, I liked to be by myself lately, lights low, just me and my books and a movie I was familiar with.
Jess shocked me; I didn't even know she entered the room when she plopped right down on the couch across from me as loud as she could. "Chris."
"Yes Jess."
"Are you ever going to leave this room?"
I watched her rub her feet on the carpet while she looked at her legs and patted her knees playfully. She was wearing her UVM Volleyball uniform, and I was glad for that, it being the best-case scenario for her outfit choices as of late. Jess was 19, 5'10", with an athletic muscular like build. Thick thighs, light brown hair, small waist, and medium bust. She almost exclusively wore tank tops and sports bras when around the house, but lately as it got closer to summer, those wardrobe choices have changed. It was hard not to overlook that my sister was in fact, damn hot by teenaged girl standards. Her light brown eyes and upturned nose made it very hard to deny, my sister was an absolute knock-out. I shook my head to clear the thoughts.
"No, I don't think I'm going to. I'm still stressed out about having to retake my SAT.", Holding up the study materials and pointing to books on the couch cushion.
"You should get out of this dark room. It is so depressing in here. Seriously. Let's take these..." She helped herself to the pile of books, "..And move them in to the kitchen or on the pool deck. You're white a sheet, you need some sun. "
I tried to suppress the frown. "I just want to be alone."
Jess forced a smile and put the books back down before walking out.
"I know it's tough when your friends went off to college, I had to deal with that too. You will meet some new people, I promise. Seriously though, it's been weeks and mom is worried. Come out for something to eat and see the sunlight for a change." Jess forced another half-smile, winked at me, and shut the door behind her.
It seemed like this was the new norm. I locked myself in the movie room, study, and wage a battle with my inner monologue, study for the SATs for the second time, and look over the letters and applications from the colleges that do or do not have any interest in me. It's my fault, I dragged my feet and I have no one to blame but myself. I could have done better on the SAT but I was hungover after partying all weekend with friends and banging my then girlfriend. God, how long has it been since I have been laid? My ex was something else, and one of the best and worst things that happened during high school. I cannot believe I'm 18 and high school is over. Once again I find myself in complete disbelief that there is not just one more summer, or one more year of me and my friends, no jobs, no worries, just us. Jess was a constant reminder that there was sun behind the clouds.
It started with Jess painfully obvious to my issues and building depression, cheerful as always. At one point when she had a sleepover, she asked me to use the movie room and predictably, we had a huge fight. I didn't want to leave, I just wanted to be left alone. Selfish of me, I know. That night I apologized, explained to her what was going on with me, and she wordlessly nodded and listened to everything I have to say. My big sister has always been nice to me, protective, and nothing but patient, so being short with her obviously hurt her feelings and I was truly sorry for the horrible things I said to her as I kicked her and friends out of the movie room that night. Since then, our relationship has gotten a little better, and she has taken to frequent trips into my room or the movie room to make sure I've ate, and to try and motivate me to go outside or run with her. This has led to the circumstance of us seeing each other occasionally in various states of undress, but nothing crazy. We share a bathroom after all. She saw me in my boxers getting changed a few times, and I saw her in a bra once or twice.
The one thing she has talked me in to is running again. I was on the track team in high school for three years, and I honesty missed it and wanted to give it another try, under the guise that I wanted to stay in some semblance of shape. Jess was on a full ride Volleyball scholarship to UVM and was constantly doing some kind of cardio and constantly in great shape. We typically went running at night about five days a week. Only once did I go running in the day because she pestered me so much, I finally drug my ass out of bed and did it to shut her up, but I secretly liked running during the day, her waking me up, everything. Not that I would ever tell her so. Seeing her long tan legs in front of me occasionally as we ran together was just a bonus.
I closed my eyes and stretched, and left the movie room, otherwise known to my sister as 'Chris' Cave of Depression'. Lunch was left out on the table for me with a note from my mom saying she was going to show a house that evening and then would be out for the rest of the night. My mom was a real estate broker for the Burlington elite, and was one of the most successful in Vermont. My dad worked at the IBM factory as one of their top executives. We were a technology family and were considered very well off. They always had new cars, there was maid service in the house twice a week, and we had a soda machine in the garage that was always stocked. We lived in a single-story split-level home with 7 bedrooms and 4 bathrooms, a pool with a changing room and outdoor shower.
"Hey."
Jess was looking at me drying her hair with a towel. She had obviously just come out of the shower, and was standing in front of the hallway leading to the bathroom
"I'm having my friends over tonight from Volleyball for a sleep over."
I was quiet a moment and bit into my sandwich. "Okay?"
"I just wanted to let you know."
"Did you want me to leave or anything?"
She shook her head. "No, but you know how we get when the girls have some wine in them, they get a little loud."
"That's fine, you know where I'll be."
"Alright.. good talk then." Jess turned and walked away, and flipped her hair out of the towel, which caused the towel around her breasts and back to drop suddenly. I was close enough I reached out and grabbed it before it fell halfway down her back.
"Thanks." She said, fixing the towel and she walked back to her room. My fingers were hot where they lightly grazed her skin.
I was so close I was able to smell the soap she used, and see her wet skin on her neck and shoulders, which should not be doing anything to me or getting my attention at all. Goddam. I have to get out of the house and do something about this, I thought to myself. It's been way too long since I've got laid, and I'm starting to look at my sister like you definitely should not look at a sibling. I wish it was just looking at her, but unfortunately, it was more.
As I walked back to the Cave of Depression, I could not stop thinking about Jess, which caused me to stop and turn around. Being close to her lately and the occasional hang out has been great, but she has been invading my thoughts a little too much for my liking. She is intelligent, beautiful with soft features, kind, and playful. She would make anyone a great girlfriend, and I wish she would get a boyfriend already, so she could be out of the house. To make things more difficult, she seemed blissfully ignorant to the fact that she is a 19 year old smoking hot woman, and she wore what seemed like the least amount of clothes possible for any situation. As the thoughts turned over in my mind, I decided maybe the cave of Depression can be done for the day, I've had enough.
Going to my computer and flipping on the PC, I loaded up AOL 3.0, and waiting for the familiar beeps and boops and crash noises of the modem to stop and the familiar "You've got mail!" sound to play before checking my emailing and seeing if anyone is online. My closest friends, Dave, John and Dan were not online, so I logged off to take one of the best naps of my life, after spending 20 minutes being totally frustrated with thinking of my sister and masturbating to completion, having the worst notions about her. I used to lay in bed and think about my ex-girlfriend, and what we use to do at her house and sneak around and bang all the time, but lately those thoughts have changed to Jess and burrowed their way in my mind so deep, I don't think they would ever come out now. Sleep finally came.
A bright light woke me from the nap, and I was laying over the covers with just boxers on. The light in the hallway turned on and I heard laughing and girls talking. I feigned sleep for a moment while I listened.
"Your brother is hot." One voice said.
"I don't know about hot, but he is kinda cute sleeping like that." The second voice said.
"Let me look again, I didn't get a good look." The third voice said.
Again the bright light and I groaned in my feigned sleep and rolled over. Cute laughter in muted tones spilled out from the hallway and the light went off.
"You're right he is hot. Did you see his cock?" Not sure what voice this was.
