Chapter 2

It was four in the morning when we woke up. We had both moved in our sleep, and were in a spooning position. My dick hardened as I realized where it was. She had her right leg straight down, and her left leg bent out in front of her. I was in the same position, with my left leg over hers. That put my dick right on her pussy.

“As much as I would love to spend some more time right here, in this position, I need to go get cleaned up and get back to my room,” she said. “Mom and Dad wouldn’t take too kindly to seeing me coming out of your room naked in the morning.”

“Your nightgown is around here somewhere. Put it on.”

“And get it dirty? I have to go back to bed in it. It wouldn’t do me any good to clean up in the first place if I put it on now.”

She started to move away, then pushed back into me.

“That feels so good, though,” she said. She did it a couple of more times, then got up, leaving me in pain. “I’ll tell you what I’ll do, though.”

She knelt down and sucked my dick into her mouth. It didn’t take but about two minutes before I filled her mouth. She kept bobbing up and down on it until she was sure that I was done, then pulled off and looked at me.

“Two down and two to go,” she said.

“What? Two what?”

She got up and looked down at me, then turned around and picked up her nightgown. Her ass was close enough for me to reach out and touch, which I did. She looked around, over her shoulder.

“Figure it out, brother. We’re not finished yet.”

She slowly opened the door and looked out. She turned as she stepped out, then threw me a kiss and closed the door. I fell asleep thinking about how lucky I was that we had done that much.

I woke up a few hours later with my dick in my hands. Evidently I had been dreaming about my sister again, and was right on the verge when I woke up. I shot a load right into my sheets.

I sat on the edge of the bed and grabbed one of the socks that I had taken off the night before. I cleaned the mess the best I could, then made my bed. I figured that it would dry sometime during the day.

Sandy was in the hallway when I walked out of my room. We didn’t say anything, but she came over and slid her hand under my robe. She smiled when she grabbed my dick, then leaned in and kissed me. This time, our tongues had a tussle of their own. Between that and where her hand was, I had to take care of things again when I was in the shower.

In the kitchen, we acted as if nothing happened between us. Dad was reading his paper as Mom and Sandy fixed breakfast. Mom had a habit that sort of annoyed me at times. She would fix Dad’s plate for him, then stand there until he peeked over his paper. She always gave him a sort of disgusted look, then smiled as she put the plate down in front of him.

“If you can tear yourself away from the paper for a few minutes ... dear?” She said it as a question. She leaned over and kissed him then.

Sandy surprised me. I had been checking my emails on my phone, and looked up to see her standing there with my plate.

“If you can tear yourself away from your phone for a few minutes ... dear?” She looked straight at me as she put my plate in front of me, then puckered her lips as if she was kissing me. You don’t know how much I wanted to pull her face in and kiss her right then.

I don’t think our parents even caught what she said. Mom and Sandy sat down, and we all began to eat.

“By ... the ... way,” Mom said, stretching the phrase out. “I don’t know if I’ve told you. We’re getting new neighbors.”

“Really?” Dad said, with a mouth full of bacon. “How did you find out?”

“I got a phone call from your sister.”

“She lives in West Virginia. How would she know that we’re getting new neighbors?”

“Simple. They are renting the old Mason house down the street. It would be nice if they could just buy it, but with Donald being in the service, they live out of boxes half the time.”

“Hasn’t he been in long enough to retire yet?”

“Twenty two years. She says that he’s been talking about retiring in another three or four years.”

“Good. They can finally settle down then. And the kids? How are they doing?”

“Allen is having a fit. He’s on the football team. He finally got to play because they thought that was going to be their final base. He graduates this year. They are looking for someone to take him in for the rest of the year, but Cindy says that they’re not having much luck.”

“What about Amy?” Dad asked. “She must be in high school by now.”

“She and Tom are the same age. Cindy says that she is modeling material already. I’m glad they’re going to be around. We don’t get to see them that often.”

It must run in the family. Mom is active on the PTO, and I know that she is the youngest, best looking mom there. I’m not saying that just because she’s my mother either. It’s a fact. Sandy has, so far, followed in her footsteps. If she ever modeled, she’d be in every magazine in the country. I’m not just saying that in light of what happened between us either.