Sleepless

It’s Wednesday. Graduation was last Saturday night and I’m already bored. I miss the daily contact I had with my friends at school. Most of them have summer jobs and are off to college in August. I might see a few of them between now and August but it’s not guaranteed.

I particularly miss my girlfriend Brittany. Britt and I have been an item since junior year. She is two days older than I am and, last October, she gave me the best eighteenth birthday gift a girl could give a guy. While her parents were at work, she invited me into her bedroom and took my virginity while simultaneously giving me hers. She wanted to wait until we were both eighteen and we made a promise to each other. A promise we delivered on that day in October in her bedroom.

We only had an hour or so, but that hour is engraved in my memory forever.

Since October, we’ve managed to have sex about twice a week. It wasn’t difficult since both our parents worked eight hour jobs, five days a week. Weekends we managed in our cars or at a party. My immediate problem stems from Britt’s parents whisking her off on a multi-week islands vacation as a graduation gift. When she returns, she has a job as an intern at her father’s law firm for the summer and, like most of the other graduates, heads for college in August on the other side of the continent. She’s promised to see me every time she’s home but I’m not sure that absence will actually make our relationship stronger, especially since she’ll be at a university with a reputation for parties.

Add to all that, my mother told me that I should either get a job and begin to pay rent or register in college, even a community college, and my sister, Jessie, is home from university for the summer and has taken up residence in her old bedroom.

We live in a smallish bungalow. Originally, it had two bedrooms with a Jack and Jill bathroom between them and a third door to the hallway. When Jessie arrived, she got the second bedroom. Two years later, when I was born, I spent several months in my parent’s bedroom and then shared the second bedroom with Jessie.

When Jessie was about five, it became apparent that Jessie and I sharing a bedroom wasn’t going to work for much longer. My parents raised the roof on the back of the house and converted the unfinished attic into a huge master bedroom suite with room for a king sized bed and an extensive bathroom with two sinks, a soaking tub with built in Jacuzzi and an oversized shower. Since then, my parents have slept upstairs and Jessie and I have slept in separate bedrooms downstairs on opposite sides of the Jack and Jill bathroom.

It’s no wonder, with all the changes, I can’t sleep at night. For the last three nights, I’ve lain awake in bed unable to sleep. My mind keeps replaying my many issues and no matter how many times I roll over and try to sleep, sleep never comes. I’ve tried to distract myself by focusing on baseball stats without success. I’ve tried Zen-like clearing of my mind but my problems find a way in. I’ve even tried counting sheep. Nothing has worked.

Tonight, I tossed and turned in bed for about two hours and, near midnight, I gave up, pulled on a pair of shorts and an a t-shirt and headed out to the living room. I sat in my dad’s leather recliner in the dark hoping the comfort of the cool leather and change in venue would allow me to sleep. I considered putting on the television but rejected it since I didn’t want to risk waking up my parents or Jessie.

I was sitting silently in the recliner, staring into the darkness, when I heard noises from the direction of the hallway between the bedrooms. I squinted to see better. I watched a dark shadow tip toe from Jessie’s bedroom, come around the corner, walk through the side of the dining room and enter the kitchen. She opened the refrigerator and I tried to see better in the weak light. The refrigerator door blocked my view except for a brief instant before the door closed and the light went out.

I stared until my eyes hurt as Jessie ate whatever she had found in the refrigerator, licked her fingers and headed back to her bedroom. Her silhouette was almost invisible but not completely. I deduced two things from what I had seen, Jessie had been hungry and she had been naked. At least I thought so with a ninety nine percent certainty. I slept naked so why shouldn’t she?

The profile of her body as she walked back to her bedroom, even in the dark, left little doubt that she was topless. Her twenty year old boobs were large and they stood out from her chest. It was too dark to see if she was wearing panties or not, so I allowed for a one percent chance that she was.

I fell asleep in the recliner. I woke when I heard my parents stirring upstairs and was back in my bedroom before they came downstairs. I lay in my bed considering what I had seen. My naked sister needed sustenance in the middle of the night and had the courage to visit the kitchen naked to satisfy her hunger.

That led to a hunger of my own. I wanted to know if her middle of the night venture was a regular or onetime thing. With that tasty thought, I fell asleep again without a problem.

I woke hours later to a bright and promising Thursday morning. I put on underwear, shorts and a t-shirt, brushed my teeth, washed my face, combed my hair and headed for the kitchen. Jessie was sitting at the kitchen table eating a toasted bagel with bacon, cheese and egg. She also had a mug of coffee my parents had made before they left for work.

I poured my own mug of coffee, added sugar and milk and sat at the table.

“That looks good,” I said indicating the bagel in my sister’s hand.

“You know where the makings are,” she replied. “Help yourself.”

I did know where the makings were but I was too lazy to put it together. I settled for an over large bowl of cereal with more sugar and milk.

Conversation between us was mundane and banal. We covered the weather, chores to be done and how we planned to spend the day. I didn’t mention Jessie’s middle of the night foray. She didn’t know I had seen her and I wasn’t about to tell her. I planned to spend the night in the recliner again hoping that Jessie had frequent spells of middle of the night hunger and wouldn’t bother to cover up on her trip to the kitchen.

I excused myself early Thursday night and sat in my room waiting for everyone to go to bed. I waited until everyone had time to settle before I quietly left my room and sat in the recliner again. I sat in the dark, dreamily anticipating my sister’s naked arrival in the kitchen. She didn’t disappoint. Like clockwork, she walked out of the dark hallway, through the dark dining room and into the dark kitchen.

I was prepared and confirmed that she was at least topless but still unable to confirm bottomless as well. While I was still stimulated by what I saw, I needed to add light to the situation. Actual light that would reveal her nakedness in its full glory.

Friday and Saturday nights were not suitable for nighttime observations of Jessie. My parents, without the obligation of work the next day, either stayed up late or entertained or visited friends and didn’t head for their bedroom until late. I stayed up late watching a movie on the television on Saturday night to get a handle on the schedule. Jessie had her nighttime feeding while I was still awake and she was appropriately dressed.

After everyone had gone to bed, I turned out the lights and headed for my bedroom. I stubbed my toe on the leg of the table my mother had placed in the hallway between the downstairs bedrooms. The table had been there for years and I knew exactly where it was. I had to go out of my way to impact my toe on the leg.

Sunday morning, I was in the kitchen, nursing my bruised toe when my parents came into the room. “What are you doing?” asked my father.

“I stubbed my toe on the hallway table last night in the dark,” I told him. I showed him my purple toe.

“We should have a night light in the hallway,” he suggested. “So it doesn’t happen again.”

That afternoon, my father produced a seven volt night light and plugged it into the outlet under the hallway table. It provided more than enough light to prevent further collisions between toes and table legs and it was perfect for what I needed.

Sunday night, I was settled in my father’s recliner waiting for Jessie to make an appearance. She was right on schedule although she was unusually cautious. The new light obviously bothered her. I heard her door open but it was several moments before I could see her. She was looking around, checking her surroundings before committing to her nightly walk to the kitchen. I sat in the leather chair in a dark corner of the living room, holding my breath in anticipation and fear of revealing myself.

The environment, although lit as it was, apparently met with her approval or her hunger overwhelmed her caution. Either way, Jessie moved cautiously through the dining room and into the relative dark of the kitchen. Her back was toward me for most of the trip. However, I was able to confirm the absence of panties. My sister was walking around the house naked in the dark.

On her trip back to her bedroom, she was facing me more. I could see the color of her nipples and the triangle of dark pubic hair between her hips.

I had never considered Jessie as a sexual person before that Sunday night. She was my sister. Watching her in the dark at the end of last week was just a casual event, much like a practical joke she’d never know about. Lying in bed Sunday night, I began to see her differently. For the first time, when I masturbated, I was imagining Jessie, not Brittany.

I watched her for the next four nights, took a break over the weekend and resumed watching Sunday night. During that time, Jessie gained confidence and she was moving as if the night light wasn’t there.

Monday night changed things. As Jessie began to move back to her bedroom, I sneezed. I felt it coming. I pinched my nose, held my breath and stiffened my body without result. The sneeze couldn’t be denied. I managed a tiny, almost silent sneeze but it was still enough for Jessie to hear.