When I woke up, I stretched while clearing my head. My thoughts were jumbled as I tried to come to grips with the events of the past two days. After our graduation party, Deanna confessed she wanted to learn about sex with me. Yesterday my sister and I pealed a bell we could never un-ring.
The statement Dee made before we went to bed still echoed in my mind. She said, "anything I want, anytime I wanted it." I couldn't help wondering if now after she had a chance to think about everything, she still felt the same way.
I, as I assume most teens did, had fantasies regarding sex. Many nights I thought about what I wanted to do with an unnamed girl. Using pictures and videos, I found on the internet I put myself into various sexual situations while stroking my cock. Over the past few years, I learned how to prolong my climaxes to make the feeling last.
Suddenly, I found myself in a position to fulfill my wildest sexual dreams. That is if my sister still felt the way she said she did. Deciding there was only one way to find out, I got out of bed and headed for the shower.
While dressing, I thought about a couple of things from the day before. When Dee and I made love the first time, my sister told me we didn't have to worry about pregnancy. I wondered if she was taking something for birth control. Then, when I first entered her, I didn't feel any resistance. I felt maybe Dee wasn't completely honest when she told me she was a virgin. Did it matter?
I went downstairs to get coffee. When I walked into the kitchen, my sister scurried over to me. She put her arms around my neck, pulled me down, and kissed me.
"Good morning," Dee said. Her big grin touched me.
"Yes, it's a good morning now," I said, then I gave her a kiss.
"What do you have planned for today? If you want to, we could go for a ride in our new truck. We haven't driven it since we got the Suburban," Dee said.
I smiled as I listened to my sister's bubbly voice. "That sounds like a great idea. Do you want to go out for breakfast?"
"Yes. Mom left a note. She and Dad are going to be late tonight. They have some function they're attending."
"Cool, we can make a nice dinner for us tonight," I said.
Our parents, mainly our mother, insisted Dee and I learn how to cook. Ever since we were teens, Mom gave us lessons on how to prepare meals. She made sure we knew how to make healthy meals. We would also shop with her. Mom taught us about buying the things we needed.
Dad had always been responsible for the meat. He knew ranchers in the area, choosing to buy fresh beef, pork, and poultry. We learned free-range livestock made for better flavor, not to mention not having the chemicals found in the cattle, hogs, and chickens raised in feed-lots.
Deanna and I knew our condo would have a freezer so we could stock up on meat and other things.
"Should I change?" Dee asked. She stood a few feet away, showing me the shorts and tank top she wore.
"No, you look great," I said.
Dee stepped closer to me, put her arms around my waist, and pressed her body to mine. "Thanks."
I grabbed the keys to our truck. We went out to the garage to get ready to leave. When I asked Dee if she wanted to drive, she shook her head. I opened her door, waiting for her to get in.
Backing out of the garage, I glanced at my sister. Dee smiled at me, making me wonder what she was thinking. As much as I felt we needed to talk, I decided to wait.
At the small family restaurant, we sat in a booth enjoying our breakfast. Dee and I talked about the party, our future at the new school, and our new truck. We didn't talk about the day before when we were at the pond.
When we finished, I paid the bill. In the parking lot, I handed Dee the keys to the truck. She jumped behind the steering wheel, adjusted the seat, and fastened her seatbelt.
"Where are we headed?" I said.
"If you don't mind, I'd like to stop at the mall. There are a few things I want to buy," Dee said.
I nodded, watching my sister drive toward a local shopping center. We went into the mall, walking side by side. Dee led me to a women's shop. When I said I'd wait for her, she shook her head, grabbed my arm, and pulled me inside.
"What are you looking for?" I asked, not knowing what else to say.
"I want to get a few skirts, dresses, and tops," Dee said.
Chuckling, I said, "Are you going to get new undies too?"
Dee gave me a cockeyed smile. "Sure, as long as you tell me what you want me to buy."
My sister selected several skirts and tops. She asked for my approval before placing the garments in her cart. When we went to the lingerie section, Dee began flipping through the lacy bras on a rack.
"I don't know what you like," I said when Dee showed me one of the sexy bras.
"I used to like bras like those." Dee pointed at a rack of white cotton bras. "Now I want something sexier."
Shrugging my shoulders, I said, "I've only seen you in the bra you wore yesterday. To me, it was sexy."
"Maybe you need to see how it looks when I'm wearing it. Wait here for a minute," Dee said.
My sister went into the dressing room area. I tried to act nonchalant as I waited in the women's lingerie section. A few minutes later, Dee emerged, carrying the bras she took in.
"I like these," Dee said as she held up several bras.
Standing next to me, Dee took out her phone. She started showing me pictures she took of herself wearing her sexy garments. I stared at the images as she flipped through the photos.
"Well, what do you think?" Dee asked me.
"Um, you look great in all of them."
Dee grinned. "Then I'll get all of them. Help me pick out matching panties."
I felt Dee was trying to embarrass me as she held up one pair of silky panties after another. She would show me the front and back, then ask for my opinion. By the time we finished, she had selected a dozen pairs in different styles and colors. About half of the panties were thongs. The rest were lacy boy-shorts. The one thing they all had in common was the transparent material.
We left the store after Dee paid for her things. I helped her carry the packages to the Suburban and put them in back. She jumped into the driver's seat, waiting for me to get in.
Dee turned into the driveway. As she headed toward the house, I looked at her profile. "Is everything okay, Dee?" I said.
"Everything is great. Why do you ask?"
"I don't know. You haven't said anything about yesterday," I said.
"What's to say? As I told you, I thought yesterday was perfect. Is there something wrong?"
"Are you kidding? How could there be something wrong? You're not upset because we made love, are you?" Dee said as she parked in the garage.
I shook my head.
