I was used to people telling me their fucked-up problems and equally messed-up situations, but nothing like this. Having your hard-on rubbed by your sister’s every move was a sensation I could’ve been without, but she held fast. Despite not caring, I felt dirty knowing that a few seconds before, I’d caught sight of her undies and this… might well have been the result. I attempted to calm myself by focusing on her question. If she wanted to play chicken – I’d play chicken. To up the ante and attempt to turn the heat on her, I answered: “To some people. To others it has the unfortunate side-effect of killing your libido and, lastly, you have those who can’t achieve an orgasm.” She reared her head, but didn’t look away from her gold miners. “Well, that sucks. I know you’re not the first one, but you could still be the second or the third. Which one is it?” She met my bluff with such ease – such lack of disgust I was nearly disgusted, myself. “Third. Haven’t cummed in six years. Not a full-worthy orgasm, at least” Her eyes shot up as she turned towards me and dropped her jaw.
“Seriously!? No wonder your sister’s feet are giving you a hard-on – jesus, man! Can you cut them out!?” I shook my head and quickly retorted: “No need. Honestly, the way I’ve been living my life, I haven’t been surrounded by temptation. And it’s not your feet turning me on – it’s a natural reaction to someone or something touching it.”
She laid back on her back, scooting ever-so-slightly down on the couch and in so doing raised her dress slightly. I quickly diverted my eyes and felt her re-trace her steps for an analysis. But she didn’t move to cover herself, instead, she just lay there and looked at me.
“You’re being weird, Josh. You’re not regretting the kiss, are you?” I’d honestly questioned myself that very same thing, only to come to the same conclusion.
“No, not at all. It was a good idea, even if it’s weird for siblings to do that. I thought maybe just a peck, but-…” She grimaced and nodded in agreement.
“Sorry. Didn’t mean for it to go like that… hey, if it’s any consolation, I’m wet as a water-bucket over here.” I was powerless to stop it. I felt the jerk in my pants as soon as I pictured the creamy pussy beneath her blonde undies. “Sarah! We shouldn’t be talking… I mean… we’re-” She waved dismissively at me, still wielding her devilish smile.
“It’s fine, dude. It happens. Physical reactions and all that. But as my personal health care provider, you need to keep talking to me about the boner-problems.” I rolled my eyes. The conversation was light-hearted and tinged in humor, but something about it didn’t feel entirely right. Maybe this was supposed to be how a brother and sister spoke? Maybe he’d just been shielding her too much by keeping everything to himself? After all, if he’d ask her anything, he was sure she’d answer in full – disgusting details and all. “It works just fine. It just doesn’t… fire. It’s not an uncommon problem – really.”
“You’re telling me that even if you get really worked up, soldier-boy isn’t gonna turn off the safety?” She sounded genuinely interested – it was the first time she’d ever been fascinated by anything medical. “Yupp. Not even a drop.”
She jerked her feet around in my lap and the painful touch of pants against glans made we wince. “I still think you can. We just need to find you the right girl – preferably one that won’t break when you release six years’ worth of cum in her.”
I was beyond uncomfortable, which she seemed to enjoy to no ends. I was battling a new war – a struggle of reason against nature, as she dragged her feet up and down my thin pants and said words I’d never thought I’d hear from my sister. The dissonance was astounding, nearly enough to knock me off the sofa, but I couldn’t bring myself to rise up and reveal my pole. I laughed back at her: “As funny as this is, Sarah, I doubt you’ll be able to bring me out of my six year rut with feet. I’m not even a foot-guy.” She playfully bit down on her lower lip and gave me a pair of jerks with her right foot. “I don’t think ‘little’ Josh agrees with you.” We’d come far in a single day – from hardly being able to clap one-another on the shoulder to her attempting to teasingly jack me off through my pants, but I was getting tired of the amusing game.
Without release, I’d only ever get frustrated and thus, I finally tickled her feet enough for her to retract them. She pouted playfully as I rose and said: “Well, it’s been fun, but I think I should go before you get greedy. It’s only been one date, you know. I’m more like a ‘third’ kinda guy.”
Her face contorted in a brief expression of panic as she shot up after me and apologized: “I-I’m sorry, Josh – I was just teasing you. It’s been so long since we’ve joked around that I guess I got carried away-” I reared my head as I saw the tremble to her sullen, nervous lips and raised my hands to disarm her. “It was weird, but it was fun, Sarah. I haven’t had this much fun in years… I’m glad you canceled your shifts for this impromptu vacation.”
She took a hopeful step forwards and discarded her frown for her warmest smile of relief: “Y-yeah, me too. I-… if you don’t have any plans… could we-…” I raised my thumb at her, immediately feeling like the biggest nerd in the world. “Maybe not the same eatery, but we’ll find something. Been a while since we hiked?” She clapped her hands once with excitement, before the demon inside of her returned to state the obvious: “With the tent you’re pitching, we could make it a two-day trip!”
On my own, the demons returned. I lay awake in the night, staring up at the ceiling – seeing infected eyes and reprimands wherever my mind attempted to twist its attention. It was as I lay there and listened to the distant television that I became aware that my sister had yet to go to bed – in fact, I swore I could hear her rummage around downstairs in the kitchen. Deciding to practice my mindfulness techniques one more time, I sharpened my ears and filtered out all the sounds from the house to listen to her noise, only to find that I immediately regretted the decision. She was moaning.
Breakfast wasn’t awkward – even after all that happened the previous day. Sarah was far more sparkly than I’d ever seen before, dancing around her axis as she served bacon directly from the pan in her brown apron. I couldn’t help but feel a nearly-forgotten warmth return to my chest as I heard her hum occult melodies I wasn’t even sure she knew herself… but it was nice having this ray of light in the house again – this playful demon whose soft lips had briefly touched mine and whose feet had been tightly wrapped around my-
“Josh? You all right?” I broke from my profound musings to see her stare back at me from her chair with an expression of worry. “Yeah, just… thinking’s all. Sorry.” She smirked and pushed her lengthy hair over her ears. “Stop apologizing for everything, numbnuts. If you’re thinking about work again, I’ll smack you with the ladle.” She threateningly gripped the ladle and held it up to her side.
“S-… no. I was just thinking about yesterday. It was a nice day.” She put the ladle down carefully and bobbed her head sternly in agreement. “Damn right it was. I was on a date and we’re going again today.” I looked at her with confusion before a hopeful smile told me that this was a game.
I leaned forward on my hand and skewered a strip of bacon and brought it to my mouth. “He didn’t do anything naughty, did he?” I asked. She shook her head with the same stern lips. “Not at all. He was quite the gentleman, actually. Didn’t even try to grab or anything.”
“Good. Then I won’t have to pull out my big brother moves.” She turned her brow up and dramatically reached for her chest: “Brother – dear brother. You mustn’t be so defensive of me – how am I going to find a man to treat me right when you keep chasing them away?”
“You don’t need no man. You’ll have a bright career as an author and you can find a donor when you want kids. Until then, I’m the only man you need.” I immediately grimaced once I’d realized what I’d said, though Sarah found it knee-clappingly hilarious, even if I obviously suffered with my hot, red cheeks.
The hike was beautiful – the day was perfect for it. The high sun in the bright, blue skies tested the resolve of our sunscreen like never before as we trekked up the mountainside – past the few patches of snow still clamoring to its passing un-life. When we’d finally gotten to the top of the plateau, we collapsed with exhaustion – truly driving the point home how terrible our condition had become over the years. She had laid down on her backpack in the moss, panting up at the skies while I had sat down in a crouch to conceal my heavy breathing – sister or not, I still had dignity as a man.
I was about to say something encouraging when my brain froze at the sight of her chest. Several buttons in her white shirt had been opened to allow the cool air to whip away at the beads of sweat clinging to her supple breasts, just above her pink sports bra. She drew a deep breath of the fresh air, but my attention remained fixated on the parts of her pale chest I could see – at least until I heard: “Really? Dude, how backed up are you?”
I looked up to see her grin back at me. I was horrified that, yet again, she’d caught me staring at her. But she neither buttoned her shirt, nor did anything to cover up. All she did was run her hand through her hair, soaking her fingertips in the darkening sweat before laying a hand atop the breast furthest away from me. This time, she apologized: “Sorry… I didn’t mean anything by that. I mean, I’d be offended if you didn’t look, you know. There’s no way you can win with a girl in this situation:”
I had to admit, she wasn’t wrong from my experience. She looked back at me and pinched her left nipple through the fabric, diverting my attention to the one, solid, small nub I could see through the pink bra. Exercise had always had a calming effect on my libido, but the spring air combined with the strange sensations I’d been feeling somehow made it nearly impossible for me to calm down. Gritting my teeth, I answered: “No, I’m the one who’s sorry. Jesus, I can’t tell what’s wrong with me. I seriously don’t-“
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