The next week or so was the best time in my life, with no other period even coming close to comparing. We forgot about the outside world completely and spent most of our time wrapped together feeling each other intimately. We fucked, not made love but just fucked, constantly. Despite our best efforts, we could never reach that powerful spiritual nirvana of our first time. Kerry never complained, but I knew we both longed to experience that deep connection again.
I slowly woke to the real world as the days dragged on. I would have liked to have never come up for air, but the truth was I had to. Kerry resisted of course, she just wanted us to be curled around each other forever, but she had to come out of it eventually too. There were too many things that we needed to take care of, things that became increasingly urgent as we whiled away the time banging each other comatose.
It was a Tuesday when I finally managed to leave the house for the first time in so long it felt like I was stepping into an alien world. The sun was bright and unseasonably warm and the reflection from the road as I drove my father's car kept me squinting to see. I was going to get my own car with my father's as a trade in. It wasn't that my dad's car was in bad shape, it was just that it had been his. I couldn't keep driving around a dead man's car.
I managed to get a decent deal, at least I thought so, on a new car that was supposed to be reliable rather than sexy. I didn't really need a sexy car; I had all the sexy I could handle back in my cocoon of love at my parents' house. The trade in went well enough, though I would have liked to have gotten more for it, and soon enough I was driving back to the house in my own car.
An odd sort of tension filled me as I drove closer to the house and Kerry. I hadn't had another moment of doubt since that first time, but now I was starting to feel like maybe I had fucked up. I couldn't explain even to myself why that feeling was clawing through my stomach, but I figured maybe it was just random guilt. After all, we hadn't really resolved the possible damage that this could be doing to her. I had a right to feel irrationally guilty from time to time right?
My knee popped as I climbed from the new car in the garage. I stood leaning against the car door as I hissed in pain and flexed the joint to try to get the pain to fade. Sometimes I think my joints are fifty years older than the rest of my body. They tend to suddenly decide to let me know that my years of vigorous activity had come at a price. I shook out the pain and when it was mostly gone I walked into the house. I could feel an odd squishy feeling, like the knee was about to give out again, as I pushed through the door that connected the garage to the sun room.
"Kerry! I'm home!" I called as I tossed my jacket on the rack and kicked off my shoes. "Kerry?"
"Hold on Jay, I'll be out in a sec!" She finally responded, calling out to me from the bathroom on the first floor.
I grunted softly to myself as I stepped up the single step into the kitchen, shuffling through the stack of mail that I had brought in with me. It was mostly junk and I just tossed it on the island. I grinned subconsciously at the way we had used that island throughout the week. Kerry seemed to have a bit of an attachment to it from the way it had helped spark our passion that first day.
"Hi Big Brother, how'd it go with the car?" She was using that sexy little girl voice and exaggerating every syllable. I smiled and looked up at her from the mail, my breath hitching in my throat at the sight of her.
Kerry was sexy as hell all by herself, but she had decided since we'd been apart for a while she'd up the ante a bit. The result was enough to have me drop the remainder of the mail in my hands over the chair in front of me, much of it spreading haphazardly across the floor and over my feet.
"Is my uniform good enough for school this morning?" She asked as I eyed her with blatant lust. She swept her hands over her outfit and I nodded mutely, struck dumb by the sight of her.
She was wearing her catholic school uniform. Not some sexed up version of it, but the actual uniform she'd worn everyday to high school. It fit her well, but it wasn't designed to be sexy so her tight little body wasn't exactly on lascivious display. Still, the sight of her in that loose white blouse and plaid skirt with maroon knee socks rising up to meet the edge of it had me rock hard. The innocence that uniform represented clashed with the carnal appetite I knew she possessed to drive me mad with lust.
"I don't know, maybe I should check it out more closely," I grated out hoarsely. She laughed that perfect tinkling laugh of hers at the way her outfit was obviously affecting me. She twirled, the skirt reaching out to me invitingly and swishing in a soft rustle against the chair beside her at the end of the island.
"See? It's good right?" She maintained that sweet innocence in her voice and I couldn't stop myself from moving around the island to press against her. She let out a soft growl as I pressed my dick against her belly through our clothes and she held me back.
"It's perfect Kerry. Just perfect." I sighed into her mouth as she tilted her head back so our lips were right against each other. We teased each other for a long moment, waiting for the other to give in and start the kiss. This time I lost, perfectly happy to be put in that bracket, and I pushed my lips to hers to taste her mouth again.
"I'm sorry, but I have a confession Jason," she said teasingly as she pulled back from the kiss. I knew her confession wasn't serious so I smiled down at her happily to encourage her to tell me her secret.
"I...I think I forgot to wear something." My dick lurched against her as she wiggled excitedly against me, unable to maintain the pretense of a school girl about to get in trouble.
"What did you forget Little Sister?" I asked calmly, as if the situation was real and I'd have to scold her for her forgetfulness.
"I...I don't know. I just can't seem to remember what else I was supposed to put on."
"Oh really?"
"Yeah. I don't want Sister Meredith to give me detention so, if you would be willing, could you, you know, check me over. Just so I don't get in trouble!" She barely managed to keep her voice light as if she were embarrassed to have to ask me that but still happy at the same time. I could tell the role play was taxing her ability to lie, but I enjoyed her efforts anyway.
"Well, I guess it would be alright. I mean, I am your brother aren't I?" I said reluctantly, though I was anything but reluctant to examine my sister's perfect little body yet again.
"Ye...yeah. I don't think anyone would have a problem with it if they found out." I wondered if by anyone she meant our parents but didn't ruin the atmosphere by asking. Instead I slid back from her, hating the way her heat and presence diminished with distance.
"You look fine to me Kerry. What could you have forgotten?"
