Sleepless

She stopped moving and stood stone still. “Is someone there?” she asked, her voice an octave higher than usual.

I froze in the chair hoping that Jessie wouldn’t discover me.

“Who’s there?” Jessie asked.

I didn’t move. I barely breathed. Jessie gave up and moved quickly toward her bedroom.

Back in my bedroom, I wondered if my misstep had screwed the pooch. Was Jessie going to give up late night snacks or at least cover up before heading for the kitchen.

The next two nights didn’t answer the question. I sat in the recliner both nights but Jessie didn’t make an appearance. Caution about her appearance seemed to overcome her late night hunger.

Thursday morning, I was in the kitchen, drinking coffee and consuming cereal, when Jessie came into the kitchen. Without comment or acknowledgement of my presence, she poured herself a mug of coffee and sat opposite me at the table.

“James,” she opened. “If I ask you a direct question will you give me an honest answer?”

“I guess that depends on the question,” I told her.

Jessie was silent for a moment. Finally, she put her elbows on the table and asked, “Was that you in the living room Monday night?”

I decided on honesty. “It was,” I confessed.

“You were watching me?” Jessie asked.

“I was,” I confirmed.

“I was naked,” Jesse stated.

“I noticed,” I admitted.

Jessie seemed deep in thought for several moments. “How long?” she asked.

“Two weeks,” I answered truthfully.

Jessie did some math. “Before you stubbed your toe,” she stated.

“Yes.”

“Before dad installed the night light,” she concluded.

“Yes,” I agreed.

Jessie is not the best mathematician in the house but she can add two and two. She considered what to say for a moment. She smiled. “Pretty devious of you,” she said.

“Devious?” I asked. “Me?”

“Yes, you,” Jessie insisted. “You needed the light to see me better.”

“Busted,” I admitted.

“Why?” Jessie asked.

“The first time was an accident,” I explained. “I couldn’t sleep so I moved to the living room for a change of venue that I thought might help me sleep. You got hungry. That got my attention. Curiosity was the reason for the rest of it.”

“Did you like what you saw?” asked Jessie.

“You’re very pretty,” I responded.

“Thank you,” said Jessie. “But did you like what you saw?”

“You’re the woman of my dreams,” I ventured.

Jessie pursed her lips in thought. She needed to make a decision. “Are you going to sit in the living room tonight?” she asked.

“Are you going to be hungry tonight?” I asked.

“You’ll see,” she said mysteriously. She gulped the rest of her coffee, stood up, put the mug in the sink and left the kitchen.

It would take a better offer to keep me from sitting in the living room that night and Britt was somewhere in the Bahamas.

I sat up in the recliner that night. Jessie made her appearance about thirty minutes later. She opened her bedroom door. The bedroom light was on. She turned on the hallway light and stepped into the hall. She was naked. The light was bright. I had the best view of her ever. She was very pretty. She was beautiful. Her dark nipples were upright and shining. Her pubic hair was neatly trimmed and shorter than on Sunday night. She moved slowly toward the dining room. She turned on the dining room light and paused.

She turned around slowly, a show for my pleasure. Facing me again, she lifted both breasts in her hands and rubbed her nipples with her thumbs. Eventually, too soon, she moved on to the kitchen. She turned on the kitchen lights. I watched her remove something from the refrigerator and eat it slowly, standing in the well lit doorway.

She licked her fingers when she was finished eating. She sucked each finger, withdrawing it slowly from between her lips. Then she reversed her journey from her bedroom to the kitchen, including the slow turn and palmed breasts. She left all the lights on, entered her bedroom and closed the door.

I tested the strength of my legs as I got up from the recliner. I walked hesitantly back to my room, turning off the lights as I went. I got naked and lay on my bed. “Holy shit,” I thought. “That was my sister.”

I held my erection in my right hand. My phone rang.

It was Jessie. “Hi,” I managed to say.

“Don’t waste it,” she said.

“What?” I asked.

“You were about to jerk off, weren’t you?” she asked.

“How?” I said.

“Don’t waste it,” she repeated.

“Why?” I asked.

“You’ll see,” she said and hung up.

I considered her suggestion. I trusted her, so I let go of my erection, rolled over and went to sleep.

Mom and dad had already gone to work and Jessie was sitting in the kitchen when I woke up. When I entered the kitchen, Jessie got up, poured me a mug of coffee and sat down again. I sat in front of the mug of hot coffee.

“Good morning,” I said. “Thanks.”

“You’re welcome,” Jessie said, “and good morning.”

After a short, quiet pause, Jessie asked, “Well, did you?”

“Did I what?” I wanted to know.

“You know. Jerk off,” she clarified.

“No.”

“Good decision,” Jessie commented. “Are you going to sit in the recliner tonight?”

“It’s Friday,” I reminded her.

“So?” she asked.

“Mom and dad have an unpredictable schedule on Friday’s,” I stated.

“Not every Friday,” Jessie insisted. “Tonight they’re going to the Johnson’s. They won’t be home until dawn.”

“How can you know that?” I asked.

“You’d be surprised at what I know,” Jessie commented.

“About mom and dad?” I asked.

“About mom and dad,” Jessie confirmed.

“Enlighten me,” I suggested.

“You have to promise me that you’ll never say a word to anyone, especially mom and dad,” Jessie insisted.

“You have my word,” I said. “Now talk.”

“Mom and dad enjoy the company of other couples,” said Jessie.

“So,” I commented. “That’s not news.”

“They REALLY enjoy the company of other couples,” emphasized Jessie.

“Oh,” I managed to utter. “The Johnsons?”

“Especially the Johnsons,” confirmed Jessie.

“And they’re going to the Johnson’s tonight?” I asked.

“They are,” said Jessie. “And they’ll get home just before dawn, before we wake up so we won’t notice that they’ve been out all night.”

“Damn,” I exclaimed. “Do I have to sit in the recliner all night?”

“We’ll see,” Jessie said.

Friday was the longest day of the week. Jessie went shopping with a friend. I spent the day looking for a job. I applied for a position as a plumber’s helper on line and went down to the local Publix to apply for a job as a grocery bagger and cart retriever.

Mom and dad both got home early from work and the four of us had an early dinner. Mom and dad were ready to leave for the Johnson’s before six. “Don’t wait up for us,” was the last thing mom said before the door closed behind them.

Together, Jessie and I cleaned up in the kitchen and put everything away. When we finished, I changed into a t-shirt and shorts in my bedroom and met Jessie in the living room. We settled down on the sofa to watch a movie. We kept a respectful distance from each other. Jessie picked a recent romantic comedy from Netflix. We watched an inane game show when the movie was over. Near ten pm, Jessie announced she was tired. She stood up and headed for her bedroom. “Are you going to sit up all night?” she asked.

“All night, if necessary,” I told her.

I put on a college baseball game to pass the time. Near eleven, when the game was over, I turned off the television, turned out the lights and settled in the recliner.

Jessie’s bedroom door opened at midnight. The lights were out. Even the nightlight under the hallway table. I struggled to make out her image in the dark without success.

Jessie moved silently toward me in the dark. I couldn’t see her but I was aware of her position by the changes in the air movements in the room. She walked over to the front door, leaned down and did something near the electrical outlet. She flipped a switch and the nightlight came on.

She had changed the bulb. It was no longer a bright, seven volt, bulb. Now it was muted blue light.

Jessie stood up and waited, the nightlight behind her. I twisted in the recliner to see her better. She was wearing a black, almost transparent negligee with black bra and black panties. A black lace robe hung from her shoulders. Lit from behind by the blue light, she was mysterious and exotic.

I caught my breath and my heart skipped a beat. I was already lightheaded, my erection straining to escape my shorts. I couldn’t believe my sister was the most desirable person on the planet.

Jessie walked past in front of me, the lace robe flowing behind her. The musky, with a touch of jasmine, aroma of her cologne filled the air as she walked by. The air appropriately conditioned, she turned and returned to stand in front of me.

I don’t know how I felt. I remember that I was breathing, but barely so. I guess my appearance somehow concerned her. “Are you all right?” she asked.

Somehow, I managed to convince her I would survive.

“Is this what you expected?” she asked.

“I expected less,” I told her honestly. “However, you’ve just proved that more is less,” I commented.

Jessie laughed. “I was hoping you’d like it,” she shared.

“If I liked it any more, you’d have to call 9-1-1,” I shared.

“I know CPR,” Jessie shared. She sat in my lap. “I think it starts like this,” she said and she kissed me.

I’ve kissed Jessie hundreds of times while we were growing up. Every kiss was platonic, like kissing my sister. The woman in my lap, kissing me, wasn’t Jessie. She also wasn’t my sister. She was an apparition from a romance novel or the leading lady in a triple X movie.

When I recovered from the experience of that first kiss, I kissed her back. The lights came on bright with that first kiss. For the second kiss, the lights went out. Her tongue was as shapely as the rest of her and it tasted incredible. If asked, I’d admit that I might have passed out for a second.