I wake up the next morning and the first thing I see is a dark haired babe in black leather, her lips curled in a sexy snarl. I used to fantasise about waking up to Kate Beckinsale, but this morning the sight of the Underworld poster on my bedroom wall just jump starts my memory of last night.
Oh fuck.
I fucked my sister. Last night. On the couch downstairs. I shut my eyes and my mind runs on two tracks.
Track one is the good stuff, like the little moans that Emma made when I squeezed her tits and played with her pierced nipples, and the way her pussy clenched so tight around my cock when I shot my cum into her. The way she smiled.
Track two meanwhile is reminding me that Emma didn't make the first move, that she might have been drunk, that she acted kind of weird afterward. Also that she's my sister, and I'm really not supposed to fuck my sister.
Oh fuck.
I go and take a shower to freshen up. My sister's bedroom is at the other end of the hall and I can see the door is shut. That doesn't mean much since it is pretty much always shut since she came home from college.
I get dressed and go downstairs to the kitchen. Maybe I could take her up some coffee.
Sure, that'll break the ice. Nothing like a hot cup of coffee to make a girl cool with the fact that her little brother fucked her the night before.
Oh fuck.
= = =
I'm still running through options in my head when Mom and Dad come home. I start counting and get up to nine before I hear my name being called. I go into the lounge and Mom is standing there with her hands on her hips.
"Did your sister have a party here last night?" Mom gestures at the deep scratches Emma's studded belts left on the coffee table when we were fooling around.
"Sorry, Mom, that was me, " I say. "I... uh... dropped something."
Dad walks in from the hall. "So was it you having the party?" He grins. "You bringing girls over when we're not here?"
Mom shoots him a look. Since I turned eighteen Dad never misses a chance to remind me that I should be dating more, and anyway he rarely shows any interest in Mom's interior design choices, which annoys her even more.
So Mom goes off on another topic instead. "So where is your sister?"
"She's still asleep, I think."
"It's still early, " says Dad.
Mom gives him another look. "It's nearly eleven. I can only imagine how late she was out last night."
"Actually she was home kind of early, " I say. I want to get off this topic asap but I feel like I should be sticking up for Emma.
Dad chuckles. "I hope she didn't interrupt anything."
I decide the best thing to do is to shrug and look bashful, like I had half of the college cheerleader squad here last night.
"Attaboy, " says Dad.
= = =
My family is kind of fucked up.
We live in the town of Wilderwood, which is also our family name. The town was founded by my great-great-great-whatever grandfather a really long time ago, but we're not THE Wilderwoods. That's my Dad's Uncle Nathan.
He lives in a big house outside of town and we used to go up there to visit sometimes. It's a really old house that looks out over the woods, full of books and paintings and cool old stuff, and one time me and Emma got into trouble when we were caught using a couple of fencing swords to re-enact a scene from The Matrix Reloaded.
Emma was kind of a tomboy then, though she did secretly read a lot of romance novels and I'd tease her about that. That was what led to her going all Neo on me. We were just fooling around, though from the way Mom reacted when she caught us you'd have thought that we were really trying to kill one another.
That was six or seven years ago, and we haven't often been back to see him since. Not because of that. We still get birthday cards every year from him, always with some cash slipped inside and a note not to tell Dad.
I don't know exactly why they don't get along now, but it's not hard to guess. Dad works in real estate and is kind of a big deal locally, but what he really wants is for us to be The Wilderwoods, with the big house and the money and the social position, and that isn't going to happen until Uncle Nathan dies. Maybe not even then since noone knows who is in line to inherit everything. That's what I've overhead Dad saying to Mom anyway.
They've been together since college. They're both still in pretty good shape. Dad used to play a lot of sports, though it's mostly golf now I think, and Mom owns a beauty salon in town and looks the part, being tall and blonde and still pretty hot. In public they do the all-american-family act, though we don't have a dog because Mom doesn't like hair on the furniture. It's only me and Emma who see what they're really like.
They're not awful people, not really. They're just not the dream couple they like to be seen as, and the cracks seem to be showing more since Emma came home from college.
= = =
We're eating lunch when Emma finally comes downstairs. My heart starts racing when I see her and not just because I don't know how she's reacting to last night. She's all in black, of course, with a hoodie over her tee and leather shorts over dark tights, along with low heeled ankle boots. It's a casual look, for her, but it still hits me hard.
"Hey, sweetie, " says Dad. "Come and get some lunch."
"Hey Dad, Mom." My sister is already on her way to the front door, pausing to pull on a cropped black leather jacket. She hasn't made eye contact with me at all. "I'm going out for a bit. I'll get something later."
"Sure, sweetie. You got cash?" Dad reaches for his wallet, which he does pretty much every time either of us walk out the door, much to Mom's annoyance.
"Yeah, thanks, Dad."
"Be home in time for dinner."
"Sure."
I'm halfway out of my seat before Emma is out of the door.
"I... uh... I gotta go too."
"Out?" Mom looks surprised. "Outside?"
"Uh... yeah."
I can see more questions coming so I reach for something, anything, that will get her off my back. "I've got to go and see... Zack... about that summer job I was telling you about."
"At that comic book place?"
"Yeah, " I nod.
Mom looks like she can't decide whether to be pleased that I'm talking about getting a job, or pissed that it's at 'that comic book place.'
"Your father already said you can work for him."
"Yeah, but..."
Dad shrugs. "It's fine. If he doesn't get it he can come work for me for the rest of the summer." He glances over at me. "I see a lot of girls going in there. Girls read comic books now?"
"Sure. Some do."
