Literotic asexstories – Pressing Matters with Sister Pt. 04 – Spring Break by Spector_Dugan,Spector_Dugan
Or not.
All participants are over the age of 18
“Dylan, come here,” Lucy called me from her bedroom.
It was early March, and the family house was finally feeling warm. I remembered back to an earlier time when my sister had called me to her bedroom. The first time we’d pressed together. It’d been sweaty hot, and I’d mourned the new house’s lack of air conditioning like a body that’d lost half its limbs.
Now, after a winter of snow and icy cold, all I could hope for was heat. It had been a long, dreary season; the snow still piled high. And yeah, apparently the house was terrible at staying warm, as well. It was the gift that kept on sucking.
“We should talk,” Lucy said. She was sitting at her desk, her head buried in a book. It was the tail end of her senior year at college, she was already interviewing for jobs, and grades could have been safely ignored. But that didn’t stop her.
I had to admit, my curvy, blonde sister looked extra sexy studying. Long blonde hair tied back in a ponytail. Bright blue eyes focused on the pages. Full mouth quirked up as she perused each point. Also, no matter what she did, Lucy still had huge breasts and a great butt. So, there’s that.
“What’s up?” I asked, stepping into her room. I knew better than to get my hopes up.
A few months of cold had been bad enough. But it was the freeze-out from my siblings that truly had me shivering. It had all started so well that summer, with Lucy and I exploring pillow humping together. Eventually, it escalated (I know, shocker) and we had sex.
We had a pregnancy scare that seemed sure to stop us. But by November we were not only back to it, we’d managed to involve my younger sister, Lindsay, and Lucy’s best friend Kara in our debauchery. Once again, we’d seemed unstoppable.
And sure, my oldest sister, Jan, had caught us in the act. But, like a bad porn story on the Internet, she’d actually insisted on joining in! Everything was going gangbusters into Christmas. Lindsay wanted intercourse, Lucy wanted a long-term relationship, and Jan was more than happy to talk dirty while she stroked me off. Sister harem, ftw!
But Santa rewarded our incestuous involvement with something far worse than coal. First, my father had a huge freakout on Christmas Eve. It seemed like it was over nothing, and in truth it wasn’t about anything, so much as it was about everything. The fact that he’d lost his job, that the whole family had had to cut back (even on important things like birth control), that we were stuck in this awful, dusty house. Dad lost it on us and things had been tense ever since.
We might have survived that — after all, we’d started our mutual masturbation matinees as a way to distract ourselves from all the family drama — but then Lindsay and Lucy caught me doing dirty stuff with Jan.
You see, I’d sort of forgotten to mention that whole setup to my other sisters. And they were both, understandably upset. Lucy and Lindsay weren’t mad that I was fooling around with my oldest sister, no, don’t be silly. They were perfectly happy to have me do whatever with Jan. They just felt like they deserved to know about it (and they were right).
Still, it seemed like things might be reparable when we got an invitation to a Christmas party at Kara’s house. After we caught Kara having a full-on, mfm fuckfest with her two brothers, that’s when it really hit home for us.
It wasn’t a turn on, as I might have hoped. It didn’t make us feel better about what we were doing, as you might have anticipated. Instead, it was a bucket of ice water to the face — a freezing cold reminder of what we, ourselves, had been doing for all those months.
So, with all those problems piling up, we finally, fully ended things. Lucy and I stopped carpooling to school. Lindsay went back to her friends and finishing high school. Jan’s workaholica reinstated itself. My parents, well, they basically kept doing whatever it was they’d been doing. Snarling at us from a distance, mostly.
I’d been certain that things were over before. The pregnancy scare, getting caught by Jan, getting caught with Jan. But this time, this time, I was sure — we were finished. It was time to move on.
But that didn’t stop me from hoping against hope when Lucy called me to her door that early March morning. And it didn’t prevent my heart from sinking when my sister told me,
“Some of my friends are going to Florida for Spring Break and I’m going to join them.”
“Oh, OK,” I said, doing my best to not sound disappointed. “I assume you’re doing Daytona?”
“No, Disney, actually.”
“Wait, really?” I asked.
“You’d be surprised at how much dirty stuff goes down at the Magic Kingdom,” Lucy said with surprising confidence, “Trust me, I’ve heard some wild stories.”
“Well, anyway,” I said, not at all convinced, “I hope you have fun.”
“Thanks!” Lucy said, “I just thought I should let you know. You know. What about you? Do you have any plans?”
“Nah,” I said, “I’m looking forward to the chance to relax.”
“I hear that,” Lucy said, “Well, I’ll talk to you later.”
I was halfway through my sister’s doorway when I stopped myself.
“Lucy,” I said, “I’ve been meaning to say this for a while. What happened with Jan, I’m sorry.”
“I don’t care about Jan,” Lucy said. I raised my eyebrow in a way my oldest sister would have been proud of. “I truly don’t.”
“Well, I still should have told you about it,” I said, “You deserved at least that much.”
“Look, Dylan, these past few months have been a lot. Dad’s blow up. Catching Kara with her brothers. And yeah, at the time, I was hurt that you kept all that stuff with Jan a secret.”
“She caught us — you, me, and Lindsay — doing stuff together,” I said, “She asked in and I guess I thought… I don’t know. I didn’t think. That’s what it comes down to.”
“It’s fine, Dylan, truly,” my sister said, “Right now, I need to focus on more important stuff. Like graduating college, getting out of this house, getting away from all of this.”
“Including me?”
Lucy tried to speak, but it came out as a sob. She shoved my shoulder, pushing me out of her bedroom, and closed the door behind her.
Yes, no doubt. We were really, truly, done this time.
*
The next morning, with only a few days of classes left before break, I woke up early. Finally resigned to my sisterless fate, I showered and got dressed before the sun was fully up. It felt like a new beginning. It wasn’t the one I wanted, but it was what I was stuck with. And, in that way, I was ready for it all to get started.
I was awake early enough that when I came downstairs, I found my mother at the kitchen table eating breakfast. Things with both my parents had been tense since Christmas. I’d assumed, like many of my dad’s other tantrums, that this one would blow over in time. He’d regret his rage and we’d all apologize and move on. That hadn’t happened. And so, I knew better than to poke the bear.
Dad had already left for the day. It was just Mom. And even though she’d taken his side that night two months ago, I guess I felt like she was safer ground. However, as soon as I entered the kitchen, I was greeted with a scowl.
“Rough day already?” I asked, trying to play innocent.
Mom responded with a grunt. She was staring down at her breakfast like it had done her wrong.
I paused on my way to the coffee machine. This was crazy. I had to live with these people for at least another two years if I wanted to graduate college. It was going to be hard enough without the angry elephant in the room.
“Mom, this has been lingering for far too long,” I said, sitting down at the table across from her. “You and I both know that Lucy didn’t mean what she said. Not in the way Dad took it anyway.”
“Do we now?” Mom said, “So that means your father and I don’t need an apology?”
Sheesh, my parents could hold a grudge.
“Lucy’s done nothing but apologize since,” I said, “Lindsay and Jan, too. I wasn’t in the room but, heck, I’m sorry as well. I just want us to be a family again.”
“We’re always a family,” Mom said, “That doesn’t change no matter what.”
“That’s not what I mean,” I said, “Look, if it’s a money thing, you know I’d quit school and go back to work in a second.”
Mom gave me an ugly look. “You don’t get it.”
“Get what?”
“Life isn’t… When you’re young, you think you can make a dramatic gesture and suddenly the world will change. It won’t. You’ll get older and you’ll see. One day, life decides to beat you down. And there’s nothing you can do about it.”
“I don’t believe that’s true,” I said, “I get that Dad lost his job and things have been hard. That money is tight, and we’ve had a lot of bad luck. Hell, ever since we lost Stevie…”
“Don’t say that name!” Mom shrieked. Her eyes shot open, and I swear her pupils were practically red.
I took a deep breath. I got that Mom was upset about losing our little brother. I know I still was, deep in the parts of my heart I chose not to explore. But if we weren’t going to examine old traumas and at least try to accept them, how could we move forward? How could there be a future if all we could focus on was ignoring the past?
“Sorry,” I said, knowing better than to push it. “You get my point. There’s a hundred things that could happen. Dad could change careers. Or go back to school, himself, if he wanted. You’ve got a good job.”
Mom snorted.
“Jan’s working,” I kept plowing on, “Lucy’s almost graduated. I’m only a couple years away. We can all help pay for Lindsay. We just have to try.”
Mom took a deep breath. The kitchen, the whole house, felt hollow and dull.
“What your sister said that day upset your dad and me,” Mom said, “And the fact that none of you came to your father’s defense really hurt him. Nothing’s changing that. However, too much time has passed, I agree. We need to move on.”
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