Jen glanced backwards, then at me. “I’ve heard that before, is that from something?”
Of course. It’s from Highlander.
Oh, she shrugged. “Never seen it.”
I sputtered. “What? How can you have never seen Highlander? It’s only the greatest movie ever.”
She gave me a weird look. “Sorry,” she said, in a tone that clearly said she wasn’t sorry at all, “I’m not as big of a nerd as you.”
We’re watching it. Tonight.
She snorted. “Whatever.” But her arm tightened around mine when she said it.
Dad even took my side at dinner. “What? How can you have never seen Highlander?” He gestured so hard he nearly knocked his glasses off. Mom and Jen just rolled their eyes at each other. Mock-threateningly, he leveled a finger at my sister. “You march right upstairs with your brother after dinner, young lady, and you sit down and watch one of the most important contributions to modern cinema the world has ever known.”
Jen mock-saluted him in return. “Yes, sir!”
Dad brought up the DVD after dinner, and Mom came up right behind him with two bowls of popcorn. After Dad muttered something about “my own daughter” and Mom slapped his arm for it, she grinned at us and said, “Goodnight, kids,” and fairly pushed Dad back downstairs. I heard their bedroom door close as I was putting the movie in the player tray. I flopped back down on the couch and put an arm around my sister, who leaned against me as we were serenaded by the voice of Sean Connery and the rock of Queen.
Now, you’ve seen Highlander, right? Well, there’s a scene maybe two-thirds or three-fourths of the way through, where the main character reveals that he’s an immortal to the investigator woman by making her stab him. Now, I will admit it’s a bit nonsensical, but immediately afterwards, there’s a sex scene, and, yeah, logically, there isn’t really any reason for these two to start goin’ at it, but what can you say, it was the 80s. Highlander still rocks, though.
Anyway, not long after the scene in question starts, Jen and I just sort of looked at each other, and… I don’t know, the mood must have been right or something, because we leaned in, and we kissed.
Now, I invite you to recall that we sort of skipped this part the last time, but that didn’t mean it was nice. Really, really nice. Her lips met mine, slightly parted, warm, wet, and salty from the popcorn. The very tips of our tongues met at almost the same moment, shyly, then much more aggressively. She let out a soft little sound, and her hand landed lightly on the side of my face. My fingertips brushed skin at the hem of her shirt, then slipped under to find a little more. I was afraid she’d stop me if I went under her bra, so I settled for running my fingers around the cups. When she made no protest, I slid my hand over one and squeezed just a little, and was rewarded with the sensation of her nipple pressing against my palm through the fabric.
Jen was bolder. Her hand knew exactly where to go, finding my cock instantly, and it found it hard already. Her fingers slid down the shaft and cupped my balls; even through my jeans, the feeling was incredible.
Reality came back with a crash when I went for the button on her jeans. She sat back with a jerk, pushing my hands away. “No!”
Oh, I said, devastated. So she’d changed her mind afterall.
No, no, not that! she insisted, giving me another quick, desperate kiss. “I want to, too. Trust me.” She stared right into my eyes to make me understand how serious she was. “But Mom and Dad are right downstairs. What if they hear us?”
Oh shit. I’d forgotten they were still here. They were likely in their bedroom for the night, and I’d heard the door close, but even so, we could never be sure they wouldn’t come back out for some reason. Do you know what it’s like to have logic and fear so suddenly replace lust? It’s like someone dumping a bucket of cold water on you.
Jen and I jumped a few inches away from each other on the couch, readjusting our clothing. I don’t know about her, but my shirt was soaked with sweat in several places. Both of us were breathing pretty hard. We tried to watch the rest of the movie, but I think by then we were way too distracted to concentrate on it. I kept glancing at her, and even in the dim light I could tell her face was flushed. God damn it, I’d been so close! But she was right. There’d be no telling what would happen if we got caught.
I tried picturing that: Mom and Dad coming up the stairs to find us making out with our hands down the other’s pants. Nuclear wouldn’t have begun to describe it.
I pushed the thought away. We were okay; Mom and Dad still didn’t know. We were being careful.
After a few minutes, Jen got up and headed towards the bathroom. “Want me to pause it?” I asked her.
No, she answered, not even turning around. The door closed. I looked at it for a while, then shrugged and tried to focus on the movie’s final duel. It was over by the time Jen came back out.
You okay? I asked. She’d taken a lot longer than normal, and the smell of the hand soap we had on the sink was powerful.
She bit her lip and nodded, fighting back a smile. When I gave her a quizzical look, she leaned forward on the couch to make sure the stairs were clear, then came closer to me and whispered in my ear.
Hope you don’t mind, she said, “but I had to get myself off after all that.”
My eyebrows shot up almost as fast as my dick. I looked over at the bathroom, as if I could maybe still see her in there with her fingers in her pussy. How had she done it? Had she sat on the toilet, or had she been standing? She’d mentioned she did it every once and a while, but I didn’t think she could do it so fast.
Really? was all I could think to say.
She sat back, grinning while still biting her lower lip and nodding enthusiastically, looking excited and relieved and proud all at once. Every bit of skin from the neckline of her shirt up to her hair was beet red.
That’s so hot.
She giggled, covering her mouth, and glanced at the TV. “Sorry I missed the ending.” She looked at me again, her eyes merry. “Well. Not that sorry.”
I laughed at that as I turned off the DVD player and the TV.
Do you need to… um… you know.
I cleared my throat, the image of my sister secretly masturbating in the bathroom scorched into my brain. “Yeah, I, uh, I think I do.”
Well, then, maybe we should go to bed, so you can, uh, take care of yourself.
Yeah, that’s… probably a good idea, sis.
Okay. Well, then, goodnight. She crawled over to me and gave me a warm kiss on my cheek. “And good luck.” With that, she sauntered – it’s the only way to possibly describe that kind of walk – into her room and shut the door.
I don’t think I’ve ever come so hard or fast. Jerking off into a pair of underwear in my room was a poor substitute for Jen’s mouth and tongue, but I think I would have exploded if I didn’t. Immensely relieved, I practically collapsed into bed. About two minutes after I turned my light out, my phone buzzed.
Another text from Jen. “Did you do it?”
I grinned by the glow of my phone. “Yeah.”
Glad to hear it. See you tomorrow. <3
Goodnight, sis.
I woke the next morning to the sound of my bedroom door opening and then closing again, followed by soft footsteps on the carpet. “Shawn? You awake?”
I was on my side, facing away from the door, but I of course could recognize my sister’s voice. “I am now. What do you want?”
She didn’t answer right away. Instead, she lifted the covers and climbed into bed with me. “Oooh, you’re warm,” she sighed, pressing up against me.
At first I was annoyed she had woken me up, then amused. Then, I was suddenly worried. “Mom and Dad.”
I heard, instead of saw, the smile on her face. “It’s the second Saturday.”
Second Saturday? What the… My head lifted up off the pillow. “The flea market!”
On the second Saturday of every month, there was this huuuge flea-and-farmer’s-market thing way outside of town. Took over an hour on the highway just to get there. Jen and I hated it (we had a strong suspicion Dad did too, but he never admitted it in front of Mom). It meant walking around all day, outside, sifting through other peoples’ junk.
It was crowded, dirty, it smelled, and this time of year, it would be freezing. No amount of overpriced hot chocolate or roasted corn could turn that into a good day. Every once and a while Mom and Dad dragged us along, and, sure, I’ll admit I’ve found a cool deal there once or twice, but they knew we didn’t like it, so most of the time they just let us stay home.
Yup, purred my sister, scooting closer to me as I rolled over to face her. “I found their note down in the kitchen. They’ve already left. And, they’re meeting some friends of theirs out there, so we aren’t supposed to expect them back until way after dinner.”
I grinned. “So we’ve got the whole house to ourselves, all day?”
All day.
So – hypothetically – there’s nothing to stop us from not wearing a shred of clothes all day today?
Jen gave me a sly look and raised one eyebrow, nonchalantly propping her head up on one hand. “What’s this ‘us’ nonsense?”
Maybe it’s because I’m dense, or maybe it’s because I had just woken up, but that confused the hell out of me. After a moment, she rolled her eyes and puffed out a breath in exasperation. Under the covers she grabbed my hand and placed it on her hip.
My fingers touched only skin.
She grinned at the face I made; I’m sure it must have been priceless. She was already naked!
I had to see it. I flung the blankets off the bed, and there she lay, as sexy as any model I’d ever seen. I only got a glimpse, though, because she immediately snatched the blankets back to her and huddled closer to me. “Hey, no! It’s cold!”
I laughed, wrapping my arms around her. She stuck her tongue out at me, but then we kissed, and her tongue was otherwise occupied. She sighed softly, sliding her hands around the sides of my stomach. I felt her fingertips meet at my spine, and follow it down. They met the waistband of my boxer shorts, the only thing I normally slept in.
Mmm, no, she said, breaking the kiss and shaking her head with mock sadness. “This isn’t going to work. You’re gonna have to get rid of these, mister.”
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