Sissy

Sissy by Aaron Zye

One

My mother is an heiress. That sounds like we are rich, we are not. We are doing well, but it is because an ancestor of my mothers made lots of money. She works for the foundation that was established because of that and we live in a house that is provided to us by that foundation. I am not absolutely sure what she does, but she goes to lots of meetings and evening events and once in a while has events in this house.

The house is very large for just the two of us. It has wings. The bedroom wing has six bedrooms and three baths. Every bedroom has a patio with room for two chaise lounges and a table and there is a short stone wall to divide it from the others. I picked the one closest to the rest of the house and with the patio on the east side so I can get morning sun.

Above that wing is the owner’s suit, with a large bedroom, bath, walk in closet and a sitting room.

The stairs from that area come down to a family area. It has an enclave to the east with a small dinning table. Opposite it is a liquor bar. In-between is a fireplace and a divan and some chairs. It is a nice small family area.

The Kitchen opens to this area with a counter with four stools at which we could also eat. The Kitchen is a very large galley style that serves not only the family, but when parties are held and help comes in, it has two stoves and two refrigerators etc.

The garage wing is off of it, with another half bath, a pantry, a mud room, and a laundry and of course a four car garage.

The large living room and dinning room are beyond the Kitchen. The dinning room services up to twenty and the living room is more the size of a small ballroom. It is all much too much space for the two of us, but we just don’t use a lot of it and aren’t moving, because it is free.

My Father is in Colorado somewhere finding himself. He left, or was dismissed, when I was only ten. He is a tall man, masculine, athletic looking and very handsome. But when he was with us, I understand he spent half his day at the gym and the rest of the time was unaccounted for. He never worked and as I understand he never felt he had to. Mother says he pleasured her. I am not completely sure what that means, but I have an idea. But he became a liability and was sent packing.

I am now twenty. I am very small for my age and look very young. Because I look so young, if I go out, I am always carded. I am five foot one and around 100 pounds. My body is shapely, just small; I am told with a great little ass, but small breasts. I have a round face, blood hair, and people say a little baby fat, but I don’t see it.

In high school I was a cheer leader. I was the one they threw into the air and, in my case, always caught. I loved football and unlike the other girls, I understood the play. I loved those young men banging into each other. But unlike the other cheer leaders, I could follow the game and could even guess strategy. I wanted to date a football player, not necessary a line man, who were just burley, but I wanted a member of the back field or an end, those who could carry the ball or catch a pass and run. But I was too small and overlooked.

My senior year, Theo asked me to the prom. He was not a football player, but I found out he played tennis and soccer. He was small for the guys, bigger than me, but was a nice person. My mother approved of him. Seems she knows his mother. I had a very nice dress, but it had to have sleeves, because there just were not enough breasts to keep a sleeveless gown up.

We dated that summer and decided that since in the fall we would be college kids that we should try sex. We were always safe and it was nice. His body was warm. He was very good at foreplay, his hands and mouth were everywhere. With condom in place at all times, his cock felt good in my vagina, and I reached orgasm every time we had sex.

During the fall quarter I became obsessed with study. Although I did well, on the deans list, I was stressed and I was told cranky and had little time for Theo. The quarter took so much out of me I decided to sit out the winter quarter and I was lovable again and I and Theo took over where we left off. In the spring quarter, although I did well, I was irritable again and not much fun to be around. I decided it was best if I took one quarter and take off the next or I would never make it mentally.

I work afternoons at a flower shop of a friend of my mothers. She does the flowers and I do the cashiering, and as far as I can tell I do well, as long as I am not going to classes and being cranky.

A few months ago my mother began to date again. Harry is an attorney. He looks a great deal like my father, except that he is a lawyer and I have very seldom seen him without a suit on. He has lots of hair, but nicely cut, mostly gray, nice face, but his body looks like it could do anything a twenty something could do. My mother says he pleasures her. He moved in with us because our house was bigger and free and my mother really could not move elsewhere. The only problem with this arrangement is that he has a son.

His son Jason, is over 6 foot tall, wide shoulders but rather mangy, with uncut hair and untrimmed beard, and although he seems to shower, just looks shabby. He took the larger bedroom at the end of the bedroom wing, as far away from mine as possible, and I am happy about that. He spends most of his time there. I see him very seldom, but when I do he walks around the house in his boxer shorts, which I don’t appreciate. A lot because he is mangy looking. A short time ago he might have been in good shape, but he is beginning to sag. He has hairy legs, dark hair between his pectorals, down to his belly button and than it spreads from there and into his boxers. And he is always grumpy and he calls me pipsqueak, or short stuff, or runt, or half pint, or shrimp or worse whippersnapper.

He has girls over often. They are the bimbo type, long legs, and big breasts. He never has anyone more than once. I can not see what they see in him. In the morning, they come out to the kitchen in a long men’s tee-shirt, that covers everything, but you know. They are often surprised to see me and are surprised that Jason is living at the home of his step-mother and father and that there is also a step-sister.

One morning Theo had stayed over and I was up with my normal morning grab, men’s boxers and a farmer style tee-shirt with the stapes rather than sleeves. Theo was dressed in his best college Dockers and sweater vest. I got him some breakfast, when this Bimbo comes down the hall in her oversized tee-shirt. “Oh Sorry,” she says as she sees us, “I was just getting some coffee for Jason.” I direct her and she begins to make coffee and she asks who we are and I explain. “Oh, Oh I didn’t know,” she says, “Does he take cream and sugar?” I told her I wouldn’t know and she toddles down the hall to ask him. Soon he comes with her and gets his coffee black. He is wearing only his dirty boxers.

Theo speaks up, “You know you really should be more careful in your dress there is a young lady in the house.”

“What,” he barks.

“Your appeal is just inappropriate,” says Theo.

“You must be Theo the person who is banging the pipsqueak here,” Theo tried to respond but Jason just continued, “You realize if I were not cognizant of the fact that she lives here, I would probably walk around naked,” the girl who is with him laughs a squeaky laugh, “You should probably be more concerned about what she wears.” He grabs the girl by the arm and quickly moved toward the hall.

Theo was up and about to follow him and say something, but I stop him. Jason was about twice his weight and Theo would surely lose in a fight and I didn’t know that Jason wouldn’t hurt him for the fun of it. Theo takes a look at me, “maybe you should…” he began.

I interrupt, “I sometimes wear my bikini, which is far more revealing than this.” He just shakes his head in agreement and is off.

Two

I come out to get some breakfast and Jason, in his normal boxers, is sitting on one of the stools at the counter with cereal in his bowl and the milk carton in his hand and a far away look in his eyes. I say, “good morning” but get no response. I get down my cereal and a bowl and look in the refrigerator, but the only milk is in his hands. I go around to beside him and say, “Milk please,” but he still only stares off. He is making me upset and I grab for the milk bottle, but he holds for a moment and as I pull he lets go. The milk splashes up and soaks my tee-shirt and the shirt sticks to my bosoms, making them all but exposed. “Dam you,” I yell and take a swing at him. He is fast and stands with his back to the divan but I give him a push and he stumbles onto the divan and I jump on top of him, swinging with all my might. However, his arms are up and deflect every attempt to hit him. I don’t know how long I sit on him trying to maneuver to get a good shot at him. I am mad and I only have one thing on my mind, getting even or at least hurting him a little. He finally grabs my wrists insuring that all my efforts were unfulfilled

Suddenly, or maybe not so suddenly I feel an object enter by vagina. It dawns on me that it is his cock. I stop and look down at him with total surprise. “There seems to be a cock in my vagina,” I say.

“Seems to be,” he says.

“Well get it out,” I say anger in my voice

“You seem to be on top,” He says.

That is a starling but obvious piece of information. “You shouldn’t be hard,” I say.

“Any man who has a girl, even like you, moving like you have will excite a cock,” he says

Another obvious fact I guess. Somehow I want this to be his fault, and yet he seems right at every instance.

“Get off,” he says.

That seems to be the correct thing to do and I begin to rise. That cock really fills my vagina. My vagina muscles seem to have formed themselves tightly around it and moving only brings on amazing feeling of pleasure. I sit back down and having it go back in again brings this amazing sensation. I put my hand over my mouth. I do not want this thing to cause me pleasure, but it is.

“I repeat, get off,” he says.

My hands rake thought my hair and I do a few “ohms” …and I look at him. “How fast do you come, I can’t have you coming inside me,”

“Get off and I will not come inside you,” he says. As I look at his eyes I notice they are not looking at my face but at my tee-shirt sticking tightly to my breasts.

“Dam you,” and I begin to rise up again, but can’t get all the way off and slide back down again, each movement drives pleasure to every cell in my body. “Dam,” I say, “That really feels good. But will you come in me? I can’t have you come in me.”

“If you would feel better I could go get a condom,” he says with a smirk on his face.

“No, then it would not be an accident,” I say.

“Oh, half pint, this stopped being an accident when you came down the first time,” he said.

And he was right, but I didn’t want him to be right and I started up again, but the pleasure was so great I came right back down. My body wanted something different than my mind and I was about to forget what was right and go for what felt so great. My vagina was holding onto the cock like its life depended on it and I gave way and begin bring my cylinder up and down on his rod with gusto and with each thrust I went faster. Pleasure just grew and grew until my body felt orgasm, but it was like no orgasm I had ever felt before. My arms moved uncontrollably, my legs were in spasm and my mid section heaved. It felt like the one time I threw up from too much alcohol and that had happened just once in my life. My body took me for a ride. I was in control of nothing and I was sweating and it was not from heat. I do not know how long it lasted, but I don’t think I could a lived through much more and when my body stopped pulsating, I found my head was resting on his chest.

It took me a few minutes to even realize where I was and what just happened, but when I did I was up like a shot. “That should never have happened,” I said, but my thoughts were that that was the best thing that had ever happened to me. I stammered and stuttered for a while and he just laid there.

“And what about me?” he said. I actually looked at him for the first time and all I saw was his cock. It was still hard and standing strait up. But it wasn’t just that it was hard, but it was huge. My first thought was how that monster had even gotten into me; it looked far too large to fit. “And what about me?” he said again.

I stammered, “What?”

“You had orgasm, you got your jollies, I am stuck with a hard dick that needs to be taken care of,” he said pointing to his cock.

“So go to your room and jack off,” I said.

“No, no,” he sat up but it stuck out straight in front of him. It seemed too big and heavy to stick out like that. “You had your jollies and you have a responsibility to reciprocate.”

Without thinking I said, “What do you want me to do about it?”

“Well it has got to come somehow and I am not doing it, you are,” he said as he stood up and towered over me. I didn’t want to touch it, certainly not take it in my mouth, I have never done either for Theo, “Well,” he said, “what is it going to be?” I verbalized that I didn’t want to touch it or take it in my mouth. “That only leaves one way,” he said and grabbed my arm and began pulling toward the hallway. “I have plenty of condoms.”

“I don’t want to do that either,” I said. “I can’t.”

“You already did, girly-girl, and you are going to do it again. I’ll even add to the pot, I will guarantee you another orgasm, just like the one you just had.” He said and we were halfway down the hallway and I was not going on my own accord, but I also was not putting up much of a fuss.

We got to his room and it looked like I expected it to. It was a mess. The bed was not made, of course. There were cloths thrown on one chair and some on the floor. There were two computers on the desk and every surface was covered with paper or books. Somehow he was behind me and my tee-shirt was slipped over my head in one move before I could react. I turned and he was bending down and the same happened to my boxers. A light shove and I was lying on the bed. His boxers disappeared and he took out a condom and rolled it on that monster. Somehow my only concern was “Will that hold, I mean have you ever broken one?”

“No,” he said and without any fanfare, without any foreplay he was between my legs and his cock was in me. It filled me so it took my breath away and he was already stroking when he said,” you better breath,” and I did.

He was relentless. His body moved in and out as if there was a life or death matter to it. But I didn’t have much time to consider this rude or improper, because it was feeling so good. With each stroke the pleasure center sent waves of desire to every cell. My mind seemed again to lose control and every movement was nothing else but ultimate pleasure. It didn’t seem nearly long enough and again my arms lost control; I shimmy and shook and by body heaved, the orgasm was so strong I nearly lost conciseness or maybe I did.

As my body was coming back I realized he was still going strong. I couldn’t believe he could perform like that with an enthusiasm in passion pursuit. I lie there wondering how long this was going to go on, when that was not my concern. I couldn’t believe it but my body was reacting again. I did not know one could have two orgasms in the same session, but my body was in preparation for another, and it came, maybe not with the same strength as the last, but with more power than any I ever had with Theo. After that one in a few minutes there was a third. I didn’t think my body could take much more but as the fourth was ready to engulf me, I could feel his cock pulsating in my vagina. That too was a feeling I had never had and I put my legs around him to insure he would not leave me, as I came a fourth time. When he rolled off me I was exhausted and I assume I lost consciousness.

I woke naked in my own bed; obviously he had carried me there. I was exhausted. I looked at the clock and it was already 10:30 and I had to be at the flower shop at noon. I let the warm water of the shower run on me longer than I normally would, but then quickly dressed and rushed to the flower shop. I was tired but my spirits were high. The boss even mentioned it and wanted to know if I had some for her. I assume she thought I was on something, but it was only the exhausting but fulfilling after affect of being totally pleasured.

Three

When I got home he was out and I went to bed early and slept extremely well. It was Saturday morning and I got up and took some breakfast to the small table in the alcove. This woman came from the bedroom wing hallway and saw me, “Ah you must be the step-sister.”

She did not look like the bimbos he normally brought home, she was not nearly as perfect body wise and was a bit older than his normal girls, but she looked more interesting. I must have said something, and she said, “This is only the second time I picked up a guy who lived with his parents. Not something I normally want to do. Where are the parents, by the way?” she asked.

I was far more interested in the line ‘I picked up a guy’ than what she actually asked. “Wait, you picked him up?”

“Ya,” she said, “not normally my type, but the picking were kind of sparse.”

“But you picked him up, he didn’t pick you up?” I asked.

“He would probably see it the other way around, but I try to do it each Friday to get my weekly….” She stopped and studied me a bit, “You must be old enough…..well, to get my weekly orgasm. And it turned out he has attributes that made it a better pick up than I had anticipated.”

“Sissy,” I said extending my hand.

“Julia,” she said and took it.

“And I only look this young; I am actually twenty and will be twenty one soon.” I said, “Explain this weekly orgasm thing?”

“Well I work hard at a job I love all week, but on Friday I go out and find a man to satisfy me.” She explained, “But I don’t want to get involved with anyone, so it is a new man every Friday. I get my weekly orgasm and I get a lot of new experiences. Like your step-brother, he has” she looked at me like she shouldn’t say something, “…attributes that I didn’t expect.”

I knew what she was talking about, but I didn’t want her to know I knew, but I wanted her to enlighten me. “What attributes?” I asked.

She just looked at me for a long time, deciding what to tell me, but finally decided, “Well I shouldn’t tell you but he has the biggest dick I have ever seen. He is not the most accomplished lover I have ever had, but he doesn’t need to know a lot with that equipment. I hope I haven’t shocked you.”

“But he wasn’t the best you ever had,” I said

“No, that crown goes to a high school kid I knew,” she looks a little wistful, “It really isn’t the size of the tool, but how you use it. Of course, if it is really big, it helps.”

I told her that one thing I didn’t like was that he walked around the house in only his boxers, but she suggested that his tool was fairly large even when not engorged and it might just be a matter of comfort. “I bet you never saw him in tight jeans,” she said, and of course I hadn’t. Every time I saw him dressed, it was in loose cut trousers.

I loved it that someone with her experience can say that my step-brother, even with that giant cock, is not the best she ever had. I know size can be pleasurable, but it good to know pleasure can come in many sizes

“Look I am going to grab some coffee and go back there to see if I can’t have one more round before I leave,” she said and started for the coffee pot, “I didn’t think I would want to meet the step-sister either, but nice to have met you.” She went down the hall to be pleasured one more time. I liked her, for no other reason she wasn’t a bimbo and she talked to me like an adult. I got my sweats on and took a morning run. When I got back I showered and went to the flower shop.

Having the talk with Julia, someone with a lot of experience, and she says that Jason’s dick is the largest she had ever seen, only made the size of that thing and the pleasure it gave me more of an obsession. I don’t believe much time went by without it being on my mind. Its size was seared into my mind. I purchased a tape measure, the kind a seamstress uses, what I wanted to use it to measure with obvious.

It was Saturday night and I was going to dinner and a show with Theo and I assumed we would end up in my bed, which of course we did. Theo went through his foreplay. It dawned on me that this was very likely to help him grow as well as getting me closer to orgasm when we got to it.

When I realized he was ready, I interrupted him, “Theo, I want to ask something?” He asked what and I told him I wanted to measure his engorged penis.

“What?” he said incredulously. I told him again and than he asked “why?” I told him I just wanted to know what size an object he was putting in me. That led to another “why?” We seemed to be at a standoff. “You realize that the man’s penis is important to his manhood. I mean it defines us, at least to ourselves. This puts quite a wet blanket on our activities.”

“Well, that O.K.” I said and began to get up.

“Wait, wait, wait,” he said. “If it that important…” He rolled over on his back and I grabbed the tape measure from my side table and got on my knees. This was the first time I had really touched his penis. I measured it length and girth; he was five and a quarter inches long and four and a sixteenth inches in girth. I had looked up averages on the computer and he fell well within the normal male. I thought since he was smaller physically that it might affect his standing on this front, but it seemed not to. He seemed to be in a pout, which I had never seen in him before.

I lay down atop him and nestled myself in with my head near his ear. “I am sorry if that embarrassed you, but I really wanted to know. And if there is anything about me you want to measure.” I dangled my tape measure in front of him, “Otherwise let us proceed,” I said and kissed his neck, and then his ear and that encouraged him and we had very enjoyable sex with equally, I hope, enjoyable orgasms. But there was no encore, he rolled on his back and I snuggled into him and we slept.

Four

Henry wanted Sunday afternoon brunch to be the time the family got together. We went to the large dinning room just the four of us at what was a gigantic table. Jason came in lose cut trousers, a light sweater and shoes, but no socks, I noticed. Mother let us know that she had events almost every night this week some with Henry and those without, Henry was going to his own events.

Henry asked Jason how things were going and Jason answered, “Slow, everything is there, but I have to put together logically.”

“Still stressed,” his father asked. Jason answered in the affirmative. “Your extra curricular activities seem to be ongoing, but they are not helping?”

“I wouldn’t say that,” he replied, “but it is still difficult.

” I had absolutely no idea what they were talking about, unless the extra curricular activities were the parade of bimbos that maybe were supposed to reduce his stress.

“And Sissy are you all signed up for spring?’ he asked. I was, even though I was a bit concerned about my own stress level going back to college for spring quarter. I didn’t mention it and they didn’t ask.

Monday morning I am up, eat breakfast and get my sweats and do my mornings run. I returned and put on a bikini and sun bathed for an hour or so. I come in and I see a pair of boxer shorts in the refrigerator. He pulls out some ham and bread and proceeds to make himself a ham sandwich. “Could you make two”, I ask and he replies that the fixings are there. He turns and sees me in the bikini “Someday you might fill that out, shrimp,” and as he goes by me he slaps my ass. Half way down the hall he yells back, “Nice ass though.” He really pisses me off and yet he is the owner of that big cock.

I am home from work and his car has not been moved, unless the bimbo was dropped off, he is alone. I actually walk down the hall and listen, but I hear nothing so I scramble back to the family area and make some supper for myself. While I am eating he comes out and makes another sandwich and goes back to his room, like he didn’t even see me and maybe he didn’t or he is just unsociable.

The decision is made, I want to experience that cock again. I also want to measure it, so I strip off my clothes and I, naked, hesitantly walk down the hall to his door. I knock and get a rather inhospitable, “What?” I open his door and the room is still a mess. He is seated at his desk with his back to me, working at his computers. He obviously hears the door open and he says, “What the hell do you want,” and he turns continuing a second, “what do you wa….” But he sees me naked and says, “Oh, you know we can not make a habit of this.” I am not sure exactly why not. We are only step siblings and are not blood relatives, but I don’t vocalize that thought. Doing it only a second time was hardly a habit. I didn’t vocalize that either. He almost sounded like he had a task to perform, “All right come here,” he said. When I got closer to him he put his hands on my hips and for some reason it sent a chill through my body. As he moved his hands up my body, he also drew me closer to him until my knees were in contact with his, but more importantly his hands were on my breasts, and although Theo always played with my breasts, this was far more exciting, until he said something about them growing out someday. I almost push away, but I was wet and my body, without any more foreplay was ready for sex. He continued to pull me closer. He sitting in his chair, his legs together, I had to spread my legs and go on either side of his until I had no option but sit on his lap. He pulled me closer and my breasts were crushed against his body, my head was against his chest and my groinal area was close enough to feel his dick responding. It didn’t take my breath away, but I took an extremely long breath anyway. I am not sure why.

As he stood, his hands held me by my butt. I raped my legs around his hips as well as I could and could feel his cock growing, straining against me. I put both arms around his neck, but only clasped him with one of them because the other was holding my measuring tape. I laid my head on his shoulder and tried to relax. I was going to let him do whatever he was going to do. He actually laid me on the bed gently and dropped his boxers, rolled a condom on. I didn’t even see him retrieve it. I could see that engorged cock as he moved to proceed into me, when I said, “Jason I have a favor to ask.” He asked what and I said I wanted to measure him.

“What,” he asked just like Theo had

I told him, “You are going to put that thing into me and I want to know just how big it is. I am sure you know that it is bigger than most men.”

“And how would you know that? Have you ever seen another besides Theo’s?” he used Theo’s name like he had no regard for him at all.

I said, “I looked it up on the internet and I know you are far above normal.” He seemed delighted at that. “So?” I was asking ‘can I?’ but the explanation didn’t have to be made

He rolled over on his back and said, “Measure away.”

Even though I had seen it before and had it in me, it was still something to see and I had never touched it. I wasted no time however and I measured it and it was eight and seven-eight’s inches long and just under six inches in girth. His, around was bigger than Theo was long. He asked the size and I told him and he thought I was under measuring a bit, but I didn’t care if he wanted to think it was even bigger, what I wanted now was to feel it in me.

“Maybe I can be on top again,” I said, I have never been on top with Theo and I am not sure why I suggested it, but he had no objection, so I straddled him and slowly lowered myself on top of it. It filled me. He accounted for that by saying, “God, you are the tightest twat I have ever been in.” I was going to assume that was a compliment, but for a moment I worried that maybe I wouldn’t stay tight if I continued have that thing in me. Him going in was glorious, as my vagina held so tight, like those little finger things you get at the fair, that the harder you pull the tighter it gets, so rising and trying to withdraw a bit, was magnificent, or whatever word would be greater than glorious. The dynamics of it were powerful. I was in charge and I moved faster with each attempt and it wasn’t long before I was slamming myself down on it and loosing mental control of the process. My brain could register the pleasure but it had no control over the desire of my body and soon I had an all-embracing, all-inclusive orgasm, with my limbs shaking out of control and by core taunt and constricted so that I could not breathe.

When my mind was back in control, I was sweating in a room that a few minute before was actually a bit cool on my naked body. I was sprawled on top of him with my head on his chest. “Breathe,” he said, and I became more conscious of the fact that I wasn’t. I looked up; he was smiling, not normal for him. “Round two,” he said and I knew that that big cock had not yet come and I sat up and began again. I did not know that pleasure could be so great that the body just couldn’t stand it anymore and I stopped plunging on his cock and I realized he took over, arching his body up pushing his cock into me. Even with that I couldn’t stand it and was going to pull off him. When he realized what I was going to do he rolled us both over and he was on top and he was brutal with his assault. It was not long and my mind gave up and allowed the orgasm to take and control of the body. It was the same great uncontrollable gratification, pleasure racing to every cell, but it was also nervously and physically exhausting. And he has still not come. I am sure my body could not absorb another, even though it was the greatest thing I had ever experienced. He continued and I was just totally fatigued I thought. But when I felt his dick pulsating in my vagina, my body was off to the races again, heaving and trembling,

When he was done he rolled over and I rolled up and cuddled beside him with my head on his pictorial. “You know what’s wrong with you?” I asked, I was willing myself to stay awake but my body wanted rest so badly.

“No,” he said, “but I bet you are going to tell me.”

“You used to play football right,” he responded that he had. “But you were in the back field or an end.” He was surprised that I knew anything about football. “I bet you were in really good shape.” I said.

“And still am,” he responded.

“Well,” I said and cupped my hand under his other pictorial muscle and pushed up and it giggled a bit. Than I reached down and grabbed a fistful of skin from the side of his waist. “I bit when you were in shape I couldn’t do that.” He did not answer. “And you could use a haircut or at least comb that mop and the beard should be trimmed and you could use some manscaping.”

“I suppose Theo does manscaping?” he asked.

“I really don’t know,” I said, “but the hair below your navel is a bit long and bristly.”

“Anything el…” he was speaking, but I was not hearing, I was so fatigued I fell asleep using his pictorial as a pillow.

five

Again I awoke naked in my own bed. It was morning, and I needed the bathroom badly. After that I went out to get some breakfast and I was eating some cereal, when he came up the hall, dressed in sweats and running shoes. “I thought I might join you on your run this morning.”

My first thought was that he actually listened to me and I ran into my room and changed into sweats, but than decided to do running shorts instead and I put on a tube top, but it looked ridiculous and who knew if it would stay up while running, so I changed into a regular tee shirt. “That took a long time,” he said, I just smiled and suggested we should be on our way.

We really didn’t talk a lot. He had long legs so I had to run twice as fast just to keep up, but he started sweating first. It only confirmed my suggestion that he was out of shape, because I am sure when he played football this little run would have been undemanding. We ran for a good two miles and when we got back home his sweats were showing great signed of perspiration, with stains under his arms, under his pectorals, and although the crotch was very loose, there were stains there also. He said with a smile again, “I probably need more physical activity. I might even go to the gym today. It might even help with my stress problem. I really hate saying it; but thank you, short stuff.” I think he meant it with some affection. I showered, had a quick lunch and went to work at the flower shop. The shop owner again commented on how happy I seemed to be.

I get home after work and there is another car in the driveway. There seems to be no one in the major portion of the house, so I sneak down the hall and sure enough there are sexual noises coming from inside. He has brought home another…I suppose I shouldn’t assume it is a bimbo, Julia wasn’t, but it probably is. I eat and go to bed. In the morning after breakfast, I decide to sun bathe for a bit. Bikinied, I stepped out onto my patio but can see movement on the patio outside Jason’s room. I get down and peek over the wall and he is naked on a lounger with girl’s naked body, obviously giving him head. I am stunned and also engrossed by the action. I should be embarrassed about peeking in on his action, but I watch anyway. I find I became moist in spite of my best efforts not to. This is until he arches up, obviously coming and the girls is not moving away, but obviously swallowing all he has to give. When she finally breaks away from him, I stop looking and quickly get on my lounger, acting, obviously only for myself, as if I saw nothing.

I get dressed for my run and when I come out there is a girl in the kitchen, dressed ready to leave. When she turns I recognize her from high school. “Oh Sissy,” she says, “Your Jason’s step-sister.” She was tall, long legged with substantial breasts. She was taken to the prom by not just any football player, but the quarterback.

“Yes,” I am dumbfounded, I know she is going to college and obvious a quarter or two ahead of me, and as I remembered she too was on the dean’s list. “How did you hook up with him?” I ask.

“You might already know, but if not, anyway,” she is stuttering along, “Every girl in the dorm knows about his equipment and if any of us see him out, we are going to try to come home with him, just to try out that equipment.” I don’t say anything, so she says, “maybe you don’t know but he has a nine inch cock.”

I was going to correct her, but thought better of it, but I did want to know something so I admitted, “I saw you this morning giving him head.” She ‘oh’ed’ and ‘um’ed’ like she was embarrassed, not by what she did, but that someone saw. “Don’t be embarrassed, but I do want to know; I never have given head to anyone. Did you enjoy it?” I asked. “I assume guys will say we’ll like it, but I assume that is just to get us to do it.”

“Well,” she said, “one can only take so much of your step-brother. My vagina hurts and I wasn’t going to have sex again, but I was willing to satisfy him. I don’t mind it. As a matter of fact it is kind of fun to be in charge of a guy’s orgasm.”

“And you took his cum,” I said, “Did you enjoy that?” because I could not fathom it.

“Well every guy’s is a little different and sometimes taste different at different times,” she said and I was surprised that she obviously had done it with multiple others. “It is normally kind of salty, but when you kiss a guy you get some of the guys saliva in your mouth, it kind of like that, texture-wise, maybe a bit thicker, again depending on the guy. Sometimes it is a goodly bit and sometimes it is a gusher. Your step-brother could be near the gusher side, I bet. If you are ready you don’t have to chock on it, although it can really comes out with some speed. Well, even that depends on the guy and how often he has sex. Jason of course had sex with me into late last night, so it wasn’t too much.”

She waited a minute to see if there was more conversation, thinking maybe she had said too much already. She said, “Well, I got to go, but it was nice seeing you. And boy did you see me. And tell your step-brother I am up to another time anytime he is.” I just said ‘ya’ as she went out to her car.

Theo called and wanted to get together that night and I agreed. We had supper of burgers and fries; even he was running short of cash. We walked along the river and stopped at a bar that had music. I was carded of course. We had one drink and leaving wasn’t hard the music wasn’t that good.

Back in my room we got undressed and he said, as a joke, “no more measurements right.”

“No,” I said, “but I do want to try something. Just lay down,” I said and he did and I lay down across his body and kissed his chest. On a whim, since he often sucked on my nipples, I reached up and took his in my mouth and sucked on it. He let out a moan that I assumed was pleasure. Of course if that gave me pleasure than it would do the same for the man, so I sucked some more. I reached down and grabbed the penis in my hand. It was not totally engorged yet, but instead of him doing things to me until it was ready, I decided to do things to him, including the ultimate to me. I took his dick in my mouth and the moan of pleasure was even louder and longer. I continue sucking and he was totally hard, but I didn’t stop.

It wasn’t such a long time and he tapped my shoulder, “I am going to come,” he said, but I waved him off. I could feel his stomach muscles tighten, then his whole body, he arched his back a bit and the cum came into my mouth. She was right, it had some speed, and not being prepared, but not knowing how to prepare, I did cough and some of it came out the sides of my mouth. It was salty and I understood the consistency but if you didn’t think what it was, it wasn’t the worst thing I tasted. “I don’t know what brought that on,” he said, “but that was wonderful.”

“Better than sex?” I asked.

“No,” he said, “But it means a lot to a guy if his girl is willing to do that.”

“I see,” I said even though I really didn’t. It did not get an orgasm for me, so it would be best used, I guess, after I was satisfied. For here I was with my boyfriend satisfied, and I was not.

He fell asleep and I watched him. His body was small next to Jason’s, but it was still a nice body. There was no skin at the waist that I could grab and his pictorials didn’t giggle and I wondered if he did manscape. I read that it took fifteen to twenty minutes for a man to recuperate, and could have sex again. I decided to wake him, however after he was hard, or at least be in the process. I took his flaccid penis in my hand and he stirred but didn’t awaken. I took it in my mouth and almost immediately it began to grow. I sucked on it hard and I could feel it grow more, so I really went to work on it and soon I knew he was awake and his penis was totally engorged. Somehow that action was more successful even than his foreplay in getting me ready. I looked up at him and he smiled. I got up and straddled him and rolled on condom on him. This would be the first time with me on top of Theo. I guided his cock into my vagina. I began to use him, stroking his penis up and down in my wet vagina. He didn’t fill me like Jason, but there was sufficient friction to bring on great pleasure that emanated from that spot to my entire body. As it grew more pleasurable, I moved faster. His face screwed up and his body tightened. “I’m going to come,” he said. I wasn’t there yet, so my actions even grew more intense and deliberate. I heard him come more then felt it, but I hoped that there would remain enough engrossed cock for me to come too. I was pounding on him and every downward stroke created another wave of satisfaction, delight along with craving for that ultimate fulfillment. He was already withering, but I had my orgasm. It wasn’t explosive or body wrenching, but it was gratifying, and shook my countenance enough. I clasped onto him, we were both damp with a sheen of sweat on every part of our body. “That was great,” he said and I agreed it was the best sex I ever had with him.

We slept. In the morning I woke first and decided to do it again, and it played very much the same way and was just as fulfilling. “You’ve become an animal,” he said, “what brought on this transformation?” I just laughed and asked if he didn’t have classes today. He said he did, but was willing to skip them. I insisted he go.

Six

When we were in the family area, Jason came down the hall in sweats. “I thought we might run, but I see you are busy,” he said.

“No,” I said, “I’ll see Theo off and than we can run.” I went outside with Theo and he wanted to know when I started to run with him. “It’s no big deal, I run nearly every morning anyhow and he decided he needed to get some exercise and get back in shape, so we run together, Gives us each motivation and it is probably safer for me,” I said.

“I though you didn’t like him,” Theo said.

I told him we are getting to know each other better and that I didn’t have to like him much to run with him and I stressed again how much safer it was. “You often questioned me running alone because it wasn’t safe.” He thought about it and finally agreed and kissed me goodbye and drove off.

“I’ll be ready in a minute,” I said and changed and was out much faster than the first time we did this and we ran. Again running with him, because of his stride was a considerably greater workout for me, but again he seemed to tire faster and was sweatier when we got back. “Well,” he said, “I’m going to go shower.” And he headed down the hall.

“Me too,” I said and undressed as quickly as I could and followed him down the hall. He was in his shower already, but I just opened the door and joined him.

“I didn’t expect this,” he said.

“Why waste the water,” I said. I grabbed the soap from him and began to wash his chest, then his shoulders and than I leaned into him and pressed my body into his. “This is nice,” I said as he began to caress my back with his soapy hands. I pushed him back so his hair would be good and wet, I reached up as far as I could and using the soap I scrubbed his hair. He caresses my ass and I could feel his member begin to get hard against my stomach. I am up on my tip toes and he lowers his head enough that he took a nipple in his mouth. I was startled at first, but decided it felt really good. His hand went between my legs and began to soap up my groin area. I lowered myself quickly and with those soapy hand grabbed his cock in my hands and began to run one hand after the other from its base to its head, over and over again.

“This can not become a habit,” he said “I think we should rise off,” and I agreed and stepped back just a bit to allow water to run between us. When it seemed all the suds were rinsed off completely we step out onto the towel on the floor, but instead of drying off, he scooped me up in his arms and went into an adjoining room and settled me on the bed. “I don’t want to get my bed wet,” he said as he went quickly into his room to retrieve a condom. He already had it on when he pressed me down and our wet bodies merged. I was kind of kinky doing it all wet, but when he went in I forgot about being wet, and my body was consumed with the feel of that cock crushing the sides of my vagina. Then it went in and out and in and out in rapid fire action and my mind could not keep up with it and surrendered my body to the passion it was feeling. It came so fast and I tried to control it but there was no holding back, I lost control of all my muscles as they clinched and unclenched and clinched again. My bodies’ first reaction was to try to get away. I am not sure why it does that, maybe because my reaction to orgasm with him is so all-consuming. It was a very good orgasm, not quite the first one between us, but it was spectacular.

He did not miss a beat just because I came. I had to stop him with a gentle, “Stop please.”

“Why?” he asked.

“Because I want to try something else,” I said. To his ‘what’ I just pushed at him and he rolled over on his back. I was still a bit shaky, but I got up and took his cock in my hand, as well as I could anyway, because my hand would not go around it. I slid over and licked his nipple and than kissed it and than really sucked on it hard, at the same time kept my hand moving on his dick. I got up and began to unroll the condom.

“Oh, no,” He said “I am not doing it without a condom. I am not making anyone pregnant.”

“Don’t worry,” I said and licked the underside of his already engorged cock. He actually moaned like Theo did. I took the head in my mouth and sucked a bit. I opened my mouth as wide as I could and clamped on the thing and moved down it as far as I could go. I did not have enough mouth to take it all. From there I sucked and sucked and sucked. Again my mind compared, this cock filled my mouth to overflowing whereas I could easily manager Theo’s. It seemed like I sucked forever, once looking up at him and he seemed completely contented with the operation. I finally detected that his stomach muscles were beginning to clinch. I looked up and his face was a bit distorted

“I am going to come,” he said I think as a warning to me, but I was committed and soon the thing began to pulsate. The cum came faster than Theo’s had and it was a thicker consistency and more salty. As much as I tried, I could not keep it all in my mouth and there was just too much to swallow. Some of it ran down his member onto the clean comforter that was on this bed. Since it was already stained with it, I allowed the amount still in my mouth to follow.

“Holly cow,” I said, “that was a lot more than I expected.” I was out of breath more from the excitement than from any labor. I looked at him and he was having trouble catching his breath. I am not sure exactly why I felt proud but I did, “So how was that?” I asked.

He took a deep breathe and than tried to breath normally, but sputtered, “You did good kid, you did good. Come here,” he said and I scooted up to his side. He took my face in his hands and for the first time, he kissed me on the lips. I thought maybe some corner had been turned and I liked it a lot. I sprawled half way on top of him and place my head on his pectoral, which I used as a pillow last time and shut my eyes.

Seven

He startled me awake, “Hay, whippersnapper, don’t you have to go to work?” It took me a minute to realize where I was and who was talking and what he was saying.

“What time is it?” I asked excitedly. There was no clock in this room. I kissed him and got up and scurried down the hall. I barely had time to shower again and grab a piece of toast and some juice and race down to the flower shop. Again the boss lady commented on how happy I seemed to be. I thought of it again and again, for the first time we actually kissed lips to lips, which had to mean something special.

When I got home his car was gone. It dampened my spirits; I wanted him to be around. I wanted to be naked with him. I wanted to have sex with him. I wanted us to kiss. I had supper and waited. I heard his car come home and I waited for him, but when he came in he had a girl with him. I knew this girl; she was a cheerleader with me in high school and was going to college. I sat quietly in the alcove and they walked by and down the hall, she on his arm, giggling. They hadn’t even seen me. I wanted to march down the hall and break in on them and ask, ‘why do you need anyone else when you can have me anytime you want?’ but I realized that would be embarrassing. I sat for a while, but finally got up and went to bed. I thought, ‘what if I went down and joined them?’ But I didn’t want to only have a part of him, and I was sure I wouldn’t be comfortable in a three-way, although he might love it. But this wasn’t about comfort for him, it was about me.

I wanted him all to myself. I dozed, but didn’t really sleep, until I heard footfalls coming up the hall. I sprang up and looked out. It was the girl going to the kitchen. I checked the time, it was very early morning. I went to the kitchen counter and took a stool. She, wearing that long men’s tee shirt that they all seem to wear, was trying to figure out the coffee maker. “Maybe I can help you,” I said.

She jumped around, saw me and said, “God, you scared the hell out of me. Wait… your Sissy from high school.” She put things together in her mind, “You must be his step- sister?”

“That’s right,” I said and came around and explained the coffee maker to her and started it brewing.

“He wanted some coffee and I figured how difficult could that be,” she explained, “But I was wrong…Thanks”

“So, how did you hook up with Jason?” I asked.

“Well, I’ve been told his stepsister’s been told, so it will be all right.” She waited a moment to see if I had anything to say, but I didn’t “Anyway, he has the biggest cock anyone of us has ever seen,” she explained, “And everyone in the dorm is trying to land him for a night at least. Tonight I was the lucky one. I mean he is quite a ride.”

“So you picked him up not the other way around?” I asked. For some reason it was better if they were looking for him, rather than him out looking for a girls. I really wanted to believe that that made some kind of difference.

“Ya,” she said, “There is whole dorm of girls that want at him at least once.”

“So how many is that and how many have already done him?” I asked. I wanted to know how many times this might happen in the future.

“I understand that five of us have been lucky enough to land him, but there are fifteen more. I mean some of them he would never look at, but we are all looking to do it. No one gets him twice until we all have had him once, so this is very likely my only time,” she was so clinical about it. “You will never know being his sister and all, but it is really worth it.”

The coffee was made and I helped her find cups and a tray. As she walked away I wanted to trip her, but I didn’t. I did watch her ass swing from side to side, all the way down the hall to his room. I didn’t like her. I didn’t like her dorm. I didn’t like the situation. I wanted not to like him, but maybe he was innocent and only being used. I wondered if he kissed any of them.

I got up and did my bathroom and went out into the family area. Jason was sitting on a stool with his sweats on. “I wondered when you were going to get up,” He said, “I thought I might have to run by myself.”

I looked at the clock. The girl must have gone home already; hopefully he had sent her on her way. I had time to take a run and get some breakfast before I had to go to work, but no more time than that. I hurriedly got on my running shorts and we ran. Still downtown before running home, I suggested we have breakfast at the corner café and he was concerned about being so sweaty. I suggested we could eat outside on their patio beside the building. Running was helping, he said and he was spending nearly everyday at the gym for an hour or two, “It really had helped to clear the mind and I have made great progress.” I heard him thank me. I heard him conversing with me, something he had never done before. He seemed happier and friendlier. I assumed it was not because of the bimbos, he had had those all along. The difference in his contentedness had to be me. Here we were eating in public like a real couple. I wanted to ask him if he really enjoyed all those girls, but I remember how somber he was before me and just assumed he did not.

There was not time to shower together because it would lead to other things after, so I showered alone and got dressed and went to work.

There was another car in the drive when I got home and I though not another bimbo. Theo called, and Theo since it was Saturday, he thought we could go out and he had gotten his allowance, so could pick up the check for a nice meal and there was a live concert in the park near the river. I wanted to say ‘no’ but Jason didn’t seem to think there was anything special between us, or if he did, he had a funny way of displaying it

I was thinking of Jason, when Theo said, “If it not a good night that is…”

“Sorry, Theo, my mind wandered,” I said, “Of course I would love to see you this evening. I’ll get ready while you drive over.” I looked down the hall at Jason’s door and thought ‘that’ll show you.’ But of course it wouldn’t. I wanted to go down the hall and just break them up, but of course I had no way of knowing for sure how Jason would react. I was still standing there considering what to do when I heard Theo’s car drive in. I quickly went to let him in and apologized for not being ready. “Just a few minutes,” I said and rushed into my room and changed. I was almost embarrassed that I had stood there that long without realizing how long it was.

Half way through dinner, Theo said, “You seem distracted.” I told him I was sorry. “Are you already getting stressed out about fall quarter?” I assured him that was not it. After some consideration, maybe it would be best to have him think that. He came back after my bad behavior in two quarters already, so I told him I didn’t think so, but it might be. “This seems different,” he said, “You seem happy enough, maybe even more than usual, but you do seem distracted,” using the same word he started with.

We made it though dinner and to the concert. It was good music and I tried to enjoy myself and even laid my head on his shoulder and allowed him to put his arm about me. “This is nice,” I said and it was. It would have been better with Jason, but I didn’t say that.

When we got back to my place I suggested that we sit in the family room for a while, maybe hug and kiss and make out like we did before going to bed was so assumed. I don’t know if I wanted him to come out and see us or not, but I put some major effort into making out and Theo seemed to really like it. He put his hand up by skirt and touched my groin so I unzipped him and fished around. His penis was most of the way to hard. He looked around the room, “Maybe it is time to go into your room,” and he was right. We both got up and went into my room, but there was no casual undressing, I backed him into a wall and kissed him like he had ever been kissed and by hands were exploring like I had never touched a boy before. I had his shirt up and my mouth found his nipple and I licked and than sucked. I had never done that with him. I think he really liked it. My hand went to his crotch again and I could feel the fully engorged cock through his pants. He seemed not to be sure what to do with his hands, so they stayed on my back, moving a bit, not very erotic. I unbuckled his pants and got my thumbs within them and his underwear and pulled them all down to his ankles in one motion. I was knelling head high to his dick and I took it in my mouth and began to suck. I think he was pleased, surprised and somewhat dumbstruck by my actions. He reached down and pushed my head back, “I would really rather come inside you,” he said and of course that’s the way I wanted it too. Tonight love making was a bit more furious, wild, and passionate.

I was breathing hard and somewhat sweaty after we both came almost simultaneously, which had been a rush. My head was in the crux of his shoulder and his neck. “That was pretty dammed good,” I said, “and if we do it again, let’s do it just like that.”

He became fixated on the ‘if’, You mean ‘when’ right?” he asked.

“Of course I did,” I said and fell asleep

When he stirred he said, “I had better go.”

“The hell,” I said, “Not until we do that again.” I had no trouble with my mouth anywhere on his body including his nipples and his cock. It was fun and far more invigorating than his usual kissing and touching, which after our first effort seemed far too timid. I don’t think he knew how to join in, but he tried. I think he initially like me being the aggressor, but after a bit I think it might have injured him male ego. I was having fun and was more tuned on by him than I ever have been. We had pretty good sex, not Jason sex, but pretty good. I was exhausted and fell asleep again. He was gone when I awoke and I damned near called him to tell him to get his ass back over here, but he might have had something to do. I checked and Jason’s bimbo’s car was still here, so I just got up and drove. I am not sure where, but I got back it was late and damned if that car was not still here. I went to bed.

Eight

Sunday my mother commented on my high spirits and that I was doing a good job at the Flower Shop and I was set for classes in three weeks. I really didn’t have to say anything. Henry asked Jason something about how it was going. Jason said, “I think I am done. I will drop it off at a reader tomorrow and going to Independence or a few days to make sure all is ready there. I will give myself a little time to edit and present it on Friday and do my defense on Monday which may stretch into Tuesday. But I have a good feeling,” he said. I had no idea what he was talking about. If he had to defend himself, maybe he was in trouble. Independence is a county seat of a few counties over, maybe he has to appear in court there. I am not surprised as terrible he used to be, I am sure he probably got into trouble. Maybe it is girl trouble. My mother and Henry were home all day and although Jason wasn’t around it was nice having them just doing regular family stuff.

Monday morning Jason was gone before I got up. I had breakfast, ran alone, and sun breathed until I got anxious and decided to have some lunch before work. There is this little restaurant by the flower shop, which I often use. At a table all alone was the member of the cheer squad that had been at the house with Jason just a few days ago. I suggested we eat together if she wasn’t waiting for someone, and she agreed.

She wanted to talk about Jason and I wanted to hear about him. “We are all kind of bummed that he is going to Independence,” she said. I understood it was just for a few days, so that seemed a bit over the top. “He really was a good teacher,” she said and I agreed. “I mean I would have never gotten into college without him.” She said. I did not understand that. To my ‘what’ she continued, “That science class he taught at the community college was great. I learned more in one quarter there than I did my whole time in high school.” I decided this was teaching something besides good sex.

After work, I got home and I didn’t expect his car to be there. I was curious and went down the hall to his room. It was spotless. He had changed the sheets and made the bed. It looked like he had vacuumed. Some books were boxed but others were neatly shelved and the desk only had his two computers and nothing else. There were no cloths strewn about. His closet was orderly and I could not tell what he had taken with him, but the transformation was amazing.

I decided to check out the room we used out of the shower and it was immaculate. The comforter had obviously been washed and replaced with care. ‘What the hell is going on’, I wondered to myself and went to my room to contemplate and came up with nothing.

He was back on Thursday, papers in hand. I tried to engage him in conversation and hoped it might lead to something more. He shushed me, and said he could not be disturbed and went to his room. I looked after him and decided I was just going to break in on him, but before I got the door open he said in his hoarsest tone, reminiscent of before the accident, “Get out,” he yelled, “I do not have the time.”

I actually cried myself to sleep for the first time that I could remember. He was so mean. I thought we were well past that. He was gone again before I got up in the morning.

Friday Theo called and said he would pick me up at 6:30. I didn’t remember agreeing o a date. I almost told him ‘no’, but thought better of it. I was considering breaking it off with him, until the rude reception I got yesterday. I really didn’t think of what I wanted to do, but I agreed. When we were done with everything except where we would spend the night, I told Theo I couldn’t do it tonight. He immediate thought that I was having my period, and I didn’t dissuade him. I just didn’t feel right doing it with him, even as great as it was last week, knowing I loved Jason.

Saturday I got up and his car was gone already. I actually stayed home all day so that I could talk with him, but the day just went by and I went to bed knowing he would be home tomorrow.

Sunday I got up later then I intended, showered and dressed for the family brunch. My mother and Henry were already at the table and asked how things were going; I really didn’t know how things were going so I gave a noncommittal ‘fine.’

The man came into the dinning room. He was tall and dressed in dress pants and a dress shirt, dress shoes with socks. But his hair was cut, still a bit long, but combed so it actually looked at bit rakish. More importantly he was shaved. I had never seen him shaved. He had a very angular jaw, going from the ear with a strong right angle to a very squared jaw and back with the same angles to his other ear. There was a very distinctive clef in his chin and also a deep philtrum, that a little groove below the nose. God, the guy was handsome, very likely the most handsome man I had ever seen. “You look good son,” said Henry. It was Jason, I just stared in disbelief. “and?” Henry asked.

“Well, they have my dissertation and I meet with them tomorrow to defend it,” He said, “Maybe tomorrow, maybe they will have me back for a second day. But unless I screwed up somewhere, I should have my Phd by weeks end.” My mind was trying to get around this. My step-brother was going to be a doctor, not a medical doctor but a professor doctor. “And assuming all that happens, I will be off to Independence and will begin teaching at the university for the fall quarter. I already saw what will be my office. Imagine me having a professorial office.” I was thunder-truck. My step-brother was going to be a professor at a University. He was moving away.

Henry said, “So how did to overcome your stress and get it done? Was it the extra circular activities you wanted?”

“Well that did help,” he said, “But really I have to thank Sissy here.” I was startled. I wasn’t sure I wanted him to say he fell in love with me: at least not yet. I was not sure I wanted them to know we had been having sex; at least not yet. I wondered how much a professor made and could we be happy with that salary. Then I heard him say, “She convinced me to run and get more exercise. I think it was the exercise that took care of the stress blockage I had. But once I started that it all fell into place.” ‘Running’ and ‘exercise’ once he said those things I was disappointed it wasn’t the other. I wanted love, and I got gratitude, I wanted ‘forever after’ and I got thankfulness. It was a greater let down than anyone could imagine.

Harry thanked me. But I was too much in shock to answer him. “You might want to take the same advice once fall starts for you,” he said.

I heard me manage, “ya, sure.”

“Sissy,” Jason said, “I have a favor to ask of you.” This sounded better, I though. “Assuming this all works, I will leave for the University, but I will leave a wooded crate of my books and a duffle of my cloths in my room. It’s more than I can take with me. I will arrange for UPS to pick them up in the morning, because I know you work in the afternoon. If you could just be around to let them in and show them what needs to go. I’ll show you.”

I didn’t say anything. He was obviously leaving for Independence without me. The favor was just to insure this stuff follows him; but what about me. I wanted to scream it, but didn’t of course. My Mother finally said, “Sissy,” she said, “Did you hear. Can you do that for Jason?”

I felt part of my world collapse but I said, “Oh sure.”

When Jason went to his room following the brunch, I followed him. As I entered he said, “Oh, this is the box and bag that UPS will pick up. They can come back here to get them; you don’t have to try to move anything”

I didn’t know what to say so I just blurted it out, “I love you.”

“I love you too, sis” he said and looked at me and understood that I meant more than he did. “Oh wait,” he said, “you mean something more.” I flung my arms around his neck and kissed him as passionately as I knew how. My hormones were going wild. I wanted sex that moment. “Oh, dam,” he said, and held me at arms length. “I think I even said that we shouldn’t make a habit…Oh I am so sorry. I don’t love you like that.”

I was crushed. I felt shame, maybe regret, maybe remorse, maybe a little guilt. I really wanted him and he didn’t reciprocate. “I almost told Theo,” I said, “good thing I didn’t, ha,” I tried to laugh to show him I understood, but what I wanted to do was cry, and crying won out.

He put his arms around me, and said he was sorry again. “Good thing you didn’t tell Theo,” he said trying to make it sound light and not so serious. “You two are probably really good for each other.” I wanted to say we are better, but because of you, but I didn’t. I still wanted him. I felt so good right now, with his arms around me. I tried to understand that what I wanted was not going to happen.

I had a thought that would maybe remedy the situation. “The first time; that was an accident, right?” I asked.

“Oh, you are so naïve,” he said, “Did you really think that could be an accident.”

I am not sure why but I had to hit him and I swung and hit his chest. I am sure I didn’t hurt him, probably hurt my hand more. “You bastard,” I said

He pointed his finger at me. “You liked it,” he responded, “You had every opportunity to call that off and you didn’t. You can’t make me…you fully participated and you liked it.” He was right of course. I knew it was wrong. Hell, than I didn’t even like him. “You pursued it,’ He said, “The one time was all I wanted.” He was right again and I disliked him even more for being right. “But little girl you were the tightest…”

“I know tightest twat,” I spit back, “What a grouse way of sawing it.”

“You wouldn’t stay so tight if you kept having sex with me,” He said.

I looked at him and around his room. I saw the boxes and the bag, “Don’t worry I will show UPS where these are. And I really do wish you the best.” I took in a large breath and expelled it, ‘I will always,” I want to say Love but I said, “Hate you.”

“I understand,” he said far too socially correct. I still wanted to cry and left his room for mine and did.