Rosemary leaned in and lightly hugged me and placed a light kiss on my cheek. Her breasts felt so soft and warm against the side of my chest, and although I never believed it when guys said they felt a girl's nipples, I really did! They weren't "poking holes in my skin", or "threatening to bruise me", or "hard as bullets pressing into my flesh", but they did feel nice. Very, very nice. My hands slowly stroked the soft skin on her back, caressing her gently. Not in a sexual manner, although one would think under the circumstances it would be, but that of one who loves the one he is with and is expressing his love and admiration.
Rosemary's soft red-gold hair was splayed across my upper chest and shoulder, leaving a tender silky softness that one would think would tickle, but instead I found comforting and wonderful. I don't mean to sound superfluous in my description, but I have no other words to describe the feeling I had in my heart at the moment. Everything just seemed to come together between the two of us at one moment. How does one describe such a tender, intimate moment one would normally find sexual, that wasn't really sexual? Spiritual? That sounds sacrilegious, and I don't intend to be, but it was on that level.
To be sure, my cock was as hard as it has ever been, and was aching for release, but that is not what this was about. Both of us knew that was going too far, and as much as we were attracted to each other physically, the feelings we had for each other far transcended sex.
Rosemary murmured into my ear, "I don't know why I ever allowed us to grow apart, like we have the last several years. We used to be so close when we were younger."
"It wasn't just you. We both kind of drifted because of other interests."
"I'm glad we are together now. It's a shame it took Grandma getting sick to bring it about. This is just so comfortable. I like the way you hold me."
I turned my head and nuzzled my nose in her hair luxuriating in its softness. I loved the way hers was so full and rich, unlike my straight and rather thin blah brown hair. Lustrous, I think is the word I was looking for. See? There goes that superfluity again!
The phone ringing interrupted our snuggle, and broke the mood. Did I ever mention I hate the telephone? I quickly disentangled myself, feeling the sudden chill where the warmth of her body had been and grabbed the phone.
"Justin! Is everything OK? I've been trying to call you and Rosemary for quite a while, now, and all I got was voicemail!"
"Yeah, sure Mom. Everything is fine. I must have laid my phone down on my work bench. I don't know where Rosemary's is. We're both down here in the family room talking about Grandma and stuff."
"OK, good. You gave me a fright there for a moment. You two never are without your phones! I just called to let you know Grandma is doing fine. The Dr. was just in, and he wants to discharge her tomorrow morning. I'll be staying tonight and letting Grandpa get some rest, and then I'll go over there with them when the hospital releases her. I'll need one of you to stop by their house and pick me up after school. Dad took the car to the airport."
"OK. That will be no problem. We'll both drive and I'll have Rosemary stop by for you. I have to go to work tomorrow anyway."
"Good. I'll let you go then. Grandma said to send her love."
"Cool. Give her a hug for the two of us as well. Love ya, Mom. Sorry we scared you."
When I turned after hanging up the phone Rosemary was giggling at me. "Did you know you cock bounces up and down when you run? I think it's cute!" With arms over her head, and her back arched Rosemary stretched, with her breasts pushed upward and her abdomen taut, her pussy was thrust forward. It was a beautiful sight my cock could not fail to appreciate.
"Do you have any idea how beautiful you are?"
Rosemary fell back onto the couch, arms akimbo, making no effort to hide herself, but leaving her body fully open to my gaze. My eyes gazed in wonder from her hair splayed out around her head, and her green eyes looking trustingly at me, to her slightly parted red lips over white teeth and her smooth soft neck reaching down to her shoulders. Her breasts formed small mounds on her chest, and hardly flattened at all, with their nipples partially hardened sticking up. Her belly was smooth and soft with the navel accenting the smoothness of her skin by its very presence. It tapered down to a tiny waist, then her hips flared out enticingly, with those long, volleyball and soccer toned legs. Those legs had enticed me since I had first started noticing girls! The wonderful thing about her legs, though, was the way they went back up to where they parted at her pussy, with its appropriately trimmed landing strip in an exclamation mark. I was in awe!
Rosemary smiled up at me, unfazed by my staring at her body. "Do you really think so, Justin?"
"I have always thought so, but now, wow! I'm literally overwhelmed!" I knelt down on the floor at her side and looked into her eyes. I carefully sat on my hands. I wanted to badly to touch.
Tears pooled in each of her eyes as she looked back at me. "You make me feel special. I like it that you like to look at me. Some of the guys at school make me feel creeped out when they stare at me, and that is with clothes on! Here I'm naked with you, and you make me feel loved and appreciated." She raised her head. "I need a hug. Would you please hug me?" I told you earlier we are a huggy family, but this was totally different. She wasn't looking for a "family" hug, but a hug from one she loved, and who loved her on a totally different plane.
I leaned in and gently wrapped my arms about her and pulled her into a tender embrace, nestling my face in her neck, feeling her hairs caressing my face and gently rocked her in my arms. The softness of her breasts pressing against my chest again was glorious. I know she felt it, too, for I heard and felt a soft "Ummmh." I gave the soft skin of her neck a soft kiss, and then a few more, causing her to breathe more heavily, and to grind her chest into mine. My lips slipped upward and nibbled on her earlobe, which caused her to giggle, and goosebumps to appear on her arm, and down her side. I started nibbling gently with my teeth, which caused her to writhe in my arms and moan interspersed with the giggles. The goosebumps were even more pronounced, and felt interesting to my hand, which had slipped out unbidden to stroke up and down her side, caressing her hip and upper leg, and on up her side until I felt just the side of her breast as it was pressed outward by the pressure from my chest.
Rosemary pressed me backwards until I fell back onto the floor, with her following me, to land on top of my body. The feeling was electric! I had full on frontal contact, but this time my cock was not pinned against her belly, but was up and between her legs, where the heat from her pussy felt exquisite. When Rosemary realized where it was she quickly squeezed her legs together, trapping me. She pulled her head back and looked into my eyes with a look of lust and desire that I know had to have been mirrored in mine. She rocked her pelvis up and down a few times, and then dove forward to lay a kiss on my like I've never been kissed before! Her tongue snaked out and pressed between my lips, where it met my tongue and started the lover's duel that both parties win.
My hands both were stroking her sides and caressing her wonderfully smooth, curvy, skin. The wandered around to caress her ass cheeks and up to play with her hair on her neck, then back out to stroke down her ribcage, with the soft pliant flesh of her breasts stroked by fingertips as they made their way by. I couldn't get over the feeling of her hips, and the way they melded into her tiny waist.
Rosemary continued writhing up and down and around on my cock, in time to rocking and thrusting on my part as well. Our actions were totally instinctual, with no conscious thought involved; else we would have stopped it. We neither one had intended for this to happen. Now, however, we had crossed the point of no return. Instinctively, I slid her upward slightly, giving me access to her breasts with my mouth, and I greedily sucked her right nipple into my mouth and laved the end of the nipple with my tongue. This brought a moan of pleasure from Rosemary that I felt reverberate throughout my whole person as she tensed her torso and increased her gyrations on my cock.
My intensity level was greatly increased also as I kissed my way across the valley between her breasts and I attacked her left breast as I had the right. This time however, my left hand as it caressed her side slid inward and grasped and squeezed her breast. A cross between a gasp and a moan came from her throat, and a more violent thrusting of her hips came at just the same instant my cock was pulled back the furthest, lining it up at the entrance to her pussy. As she thrust I thrust, and I felt a wonderfully warm, moist tightness around my cock I had never even imagined. Rosemary moaned an "OHHHH!" as she pressed her pelvis tightly against mine and held it there. At the same moment, my fingers found and plucked at her nipple, and with a shudder throughout her entire body, and a squeeze of her pussy walls around my cock she came. Mine was right behind hers, as I tried valiantly to crawl inside of her, cock first.
Several minutes of heavy panting ensued as we each tried to get out breath. She didn't try to pull away, and neither did I, but I held her tightly to me and kissed her cheek gently as one hand stroked slowly up and down her side.
"Wow! I didn't mean to do that!" Rosemary pulled her head back from me and looked up at me with a questioning smile on her face. "You aren't mad at me are you?"
"Mad? Why would I be mad after the most wonderful thing ever has happened to me? It wasn't supposed to be you, and I know it is supposed to be wrong, but I'm glad it was you. I didn't hurt you too much did I? I know the first time is supposed to hurt."
"Oh, no. It didn't hurt. I broke my hymen playing soccer. It didn't hurt at all." She squeezed her pussy muscles on my cock. "I thought it felt wonderful, and I wished it could be you the first time. I don't care if it is wrong. It didn't feel like it." She gave a little wiggle on my cock, which was still somewhat hard.
"Oh no! I came inside of you!" I started to pull out quickly, but Rosemary followed my body, keeping my cock buried inside her.
"Don't worry about that, either, 'big brother'. I've been on the Pill because of bad periods for three years. We're safe." She leaned her face forward and planted a sweet kiss on my lips. "Thank you. I know neither of us wanted to do that, well, we might have wanted to, but neither of us intended to do that, but now, even if I have to let Steph or some other girl have you, I will have had you to myself, first." A single tear dropped from her eye, and she dropped her head to my shoulder and held me tightly against her.
Gently, I felt her pelvis rocking, and her pussy clutched at my half hard cock as she held me. "You know I told you when I walked around the house naked I imagined you were with me, too? Well, sometimes I would imagine having sex with you, too. I never intended to, but it was always you I thought about when I masturbated, but I never imagined how good it would actually be. Thank you for the most wonderful day of my life! I love you, Justin, and if I have to let Steph or some other girl have you I'll smile and be happy for you, and I'll be eternally jealous of her."
My cock had started to stir in response to her gentle rocking, and had gotten hard again. Rosemary lifted her head and looked at me with a grin. "Well, now that we've broken the rules we might as well enjoy it, hadn't we?" Swiveling her knees up by my hips she sat up on my cock and started rocking and raising and lowering herself on my cock. I stared up in awe at those marvelous breasts of hers once more, and my hands were pulled as if magnetically to caress and stroke them. When I grasped the nipples between my thumbs and the lower knuckle of my first finger and plucked them, while simultaneously caressing the slope of her breast with my other fingers she smiled, and squeezed my cock with her pussy walls as she pulled upward. She leaned her face downward, with her hair tumbling around my face, and gently placed a kiss on the tip of my nose.
"That feels so nice, Justin. Keep doing that. I feel it all the way down to my pussy." She bottomed out on my cock, and swiveled about for a moment, and then with a sigh, she raised herself up again, slowly, and this time planted a kiss on my lips. My arms snaked around her, pulling her back into me in a hug, while I returned the kiss, a bit more forcefully than hers. My hips were matching her strokes also as our intensities mounted. Rosemary pulled away from my embrace, and resumed lifting herself up and down on my cock, while my fingers returned to her nipples, which I began twisting and pulling, gently at first, and then harder and faster in time with her frenzied motions on my cock. Her hands had been planted on my chest, caressing my nipples, but with a moan, Rosemary moved her right hand back to her pussy and started stroking furiously at her clit, while pistoning herself up and down on my cock.
Her moans were more frequent and louder, and I felt her pussy grasping at my cock until with a wail her orgasm overtook her again. She stiffened in place, and her pussy twitched, until suddenly she fell forward onto my chest. I continued slowly stroking in and out, allowing her time to recover, and to enjoy her orgasm. This may be my first time, but I've read enough porn to know to give her the chance to recover, and since it was my second time I was more in control. In just a couple of moments she lifted her head and whispered a quiet "Thank you." I began thrusting more vigorously, my climax approaching.
Rosemary began kissing me fervently, and whispering in my ear, "Let me have it, Justin. Come for me." It was oh, so close, when she lifted up and said, "Do you like my tits, Justin?" That was all it took, one look at those lovely breasts I've been trying to see for so long. If I never see another pair I will still know I've seen the best. Why? Because they are Rosemary's. What more reason do I need? After I gasped out my last shot of cum, and relaxed for the last few dribbles to make their way out my cock and into Rosemary's lovely pussy, I pulled her face down to mine for a tender kiss.
We lay there on the floor for the next few minutes, just enjoying the post orgasmic bliss, and enjoying each other's company. Rosemary's head was cuddled on my shoulder, and my hands stroked gently over her back and up and down her sides. I felt no guilt over what we had done. It had not been intentional, at least the first time. I know. You can say we set ourselves up for it by being naked together, but it all just flowed together, and now that it was done, I was not sorry. The love I felt for Rosemary was far beyond just a casual roll in the hay and loose sex. I know she is my sister, and she will always be my sister, and when she finds her man, and I find my woman that will be that, but in the meantime it was what it was, and what it was, was wonderful.
We had been lying there together for probably ten minutes, just talking together and cuddling, enjoying each other's company when the doorbell rang. Rosemary's head popped up, took a quick look at us and burst out laughing. "You've got to get it. I'm not dressed!" She quickly grabbed the towels from the couch, and putting them between her legs to catch the flow of semen that ran out as soon as she stood, she grabbed up her clothes and started up the stairs for her room as quickly as she could go in that condition. I pulled on my shorts, and took a quick look to be certain everything was presentable and walked to the front door.
Stephanie's concerned face was on the other side of the spyglass in the door when I looked to see who was there. I pulled open the door quickly, "Hi, Steph. What's up?"
I stepped back for her to enter and she said, "What's going on? I've been calling Rosemary's phone for a while now, and I only got voicemail. I tried yours, and the same thing! I was afraid something was wrong, so I came over. Are you guys OK?"
"Oh, sure, we're fine. We both just left our phones upstairs earlier, and didn't go get them. Mom wondered the same thing." I stuck my head around the corner and called up the stairs, "Rosemary, Steph's here!" and turned back to Stephanie. "Can I get you a drink or anything?"
"Oh, I'm OK; thanks. I was worried it was something with your Grandmother or something."
"Oh. Thanks. She's going to be fine. I guess when we got home we had so much on our minds we forgot to call you and let you know. We've just been down here talking and stuff."
"All this time? Do you realize what time it is? What's going on around here?"
I hadn't noticed the time, and now that I thought about it, it was getting dark outside when I let Stephie in. "Oh, wow, it is getting late," I said when I looked at my watch. "Time just got away from us! No wonder I'm getting hungry! I'm going to do some brats. Want on?"
"I think I'll just go up and see Rosemary a minute or two. I just ate a little bit ago." She shot me a puzzled look and turned for the stairs when Rosemary came bouncing down.
"Hey, Steph. What's up?
"You didn't answer your phone all afternoon, and neither did Justin; and I got worried! I thought something bad happened with your Grandmother."
"Oh, no. She's going to be fine. I forgot my phone when I changed after we got back about one o'clock. We fixed lunch and then Justin and I've been talking and stuff."
"Until 7:45 at night? I've never known you two to talk that long about anything, and what gives, girl? You are positively glowing." And she was. There was just a satisfied smile on her face, and a contented glow about her. Rosemary blushed, and looked down at the floor. "Come on, girl, spill it! You know the rules. No keeping secrets."
Rosemary looked over at me pleadingly. I really didn't know what I could say, and I kind of shrugged my shoulders a little. Stephanie caught it and turned on me. "You too, Justin. You looked like the cat that swallowed the canary when you opened the door." Suddenly, it dawned on her. "You two, you didn't?"
Rosemary just nodded slowly, and dropped her head. Steph stepped over and wrapped both arms around her. "Was it as good as I think it was?" Rosemary just nodded again, and looked up a little. "Please don't say anything to anyone!" she whispered. "We didn't mean to, it just happened."
"Girl, I wouldn't say anything, not even to Susie, but you won't be able to hide it from her. Your biggest problem is going to be your mom. Besides, I know how much you love him, and I don't blame you." She turned to me and said, "This girl has been going crazy over you for quite some time now, and I can understand why. You ARE pretty special. What you two do isn't any of my business. I'm just glad for you feeling about each other as you do; and I hope one day I can find someone to care for me as much. I'll get out of here and leave you two alone, but you'd better be calling Susie ASAP. I know she's been trying to reach you for a while, too."
Rosemary stopped her and said, "Please, you don't need to go. I'd really like it if you'd stay for a while. There's a lot . . . "She didn't get to finish, because the doorbell rang again. I went to the door, although I might as well have let Rosemary go. We both knew who it was before I even opened the door!
Susie popped through the door just as soon as I had it open a little bit. "Hey girl! What's with not answering your phone? I've been calling you all afternoon! I was afraid something was wrong! Hey, Steph. You, too, huh?"
Rosemary quickly responded, "Hi Susie. I'm sorry, but I forgot and left my phone upstairs when I changed after getting home, and Justin did too. We didn't do it on purpose, but we had a lot on our minds. We've been down here talking and stuff after lunch."
"Girl, something's going on. You and Justin have been talking for how long? You two hardly have anything to say to each other! What gives?" She stopped and looked inquisitively at Rosemary. "Something's going on. You just look . . . 'satisfied.' What gives?" She glanced over at me as I turned away to go to the kitchen to broil some brats. "Justin. You're looking like the dog that caught the rabbit. What's going . . ." She glanced back at Rosemary and the light clicked on. "Don't tell me . . ."
Rosemary colored quickly and looked down.
"I hope it was as good as you look like it was," said Susie as she walked over and hugged Rosemary tightly. "I wouldn't think of saying anything. Most wouldn't understand, but knowing how much you love Justin, and how cool he is, I don't blame you. I just wish I could know what that is like."
"Thank you," Rosemary whispered. "We didn't mean for it to happen, but it just did, and it was wonderful." She glanced over at me, as I had not left the room when Susie guessed.
It looked like girl time to me, so I ducked into the kitchen to start broiling brats. "How many brats each, girls?" I called.
I got back a "Just one," "One," and "Two, please," and did my best to ignore the subdued chatter from the other room. I didn't need to be in on this one. I knew if it was something I needed to know about Rosemary would tell me. I also thought Rosemary would need the affirmation, now that the post-orgasmic glow had worn off, and the thought of incest would weigh on her mind. As for myself, I being a horny eighteen year old guy shucked it off pretty easily. It helped that I genuinely loved Rosemary, and I knew she loved me too. Was it wrong? Yeah, it was, but was it any wronger than a lot of other things? I didn't think so.
I threw some buns on the table, after putting them in the microwave for thirty seconds to warm and soften, added some chips and salsa, condiments, four paper plates, and some Cokes with glasses and ice. The brats were just starting to blacken, like I liked them since I was the one cooking. I figured if Rosemary didn't want them that done she could do the cooking next time. I called the girls, telling them it was ready as I pulled the brats out of the broiler.
All three came into the room together, with Stephanie on one side of Rosemary with an arm around her, and Susie on the other. All three of them had damp eyes, so I was glad I had vacated the premises when I did. Steph broke away from the others and came over to me and wrapped her arms about me and gave me a tender hug. "Justin, I want you to know that first of all, I'd never tell anyone, nor will Susie, but most important I want you to know I understand. I know how much Rosemary loves you, and I know you love her just as much, and you would never do anything to take advantage of her or to hurt her." As she laid her cheek against my chest the camera in that Koala popped into my mind, and I felt really badly. "I just hope I can find someone who will care for me like you do for her. It's a shame you are brother and sister, because you are just right for each other." Horn dog that I am, the feeling of her breasts against me sure felt good.
Susie materialized on the other side, and I suddenly became the meat in a sandwich as she also put her arms about me and gave me a gently hug. "Justin, I want you to know I'm jealous. I think you and Rosemary are really sweet, and I think she is a lucky girl." I noticed as she hugged me that she was not wearing a bra, and her marshmallow soft breasts were squished and I could feel them almost rolling across my back as Susie swayed back and forth. My cock noticed, too, and started to swell. I hoped Stephanie wouldn't feel it pressing against her. Now was not the time for that.
It seemed like a very enjoyable forever, but in actuality was only a few moments, the girls broke free, but with a kiss on the cheek from Stephanie, and we all sat down at the table and knocked back the brats. For some reason, I was ravenous, and I noted Rosemary didn't hesitate in downing two brats with buns and more than one helping of chips. As she was helping herself to the last helping of chips her eye caught mine, and she grinned ruefully.
I sensed the need for some more girl time, so I made the excuse I needed to work on some equipment in my room and again vacated the premises for the girls. I closed my door, but didn't lock it, just in case one of them wanted something. I didn't want to appear to be hiding from them, but it didn't matter. A few minutes later I heard them chatting in the hallway as they ascended the stairs and went into Rosemary's room. I hadn't planned on it, but curiosity prevailed, and I turned on my monitor to see if anything interesting transpired across the hall. I fully intended to shut it down if I sensed I was eavesdropping on anything overtly personal, but I needn't have worried. The weepy-glees were over, and it was just back to regular girl-talk now, albeit at a slightly different level.
". . . and then he just looked at me, but it wasn't like some of the guys at school that try to undress you with their eyes. I had to ask him to give me a hug. I know he wanted to touch me, but he didn't. When I felt his skin against mine I nearly melted. Even then he was very good and didn't try anything, although I know he felt it too." Rosemary giggled, "We had been sitting on the couch, just talking and cuddling. Nothing was going on, it was almost like we were dressed, when the phone rang, and Justin hurried across the room to answer. You should have seen his cock bounce up and down! It was funny! Anyway, it was Mom, and she was upset we had forgotten our phones, too, but Grandma is going to be OK, and is going home tomorrow. I have to pick Mom up after school."
"I don't understand something," interrupted Stephanie. "What were the two of you doing naked anyway?"
"Oh, I guess I didn't tell you did I?" Rosemary's cheeks were a little pink as she went on. "After I walked in on Justin when we got the call about Grandma I told him I sometimes walk around the house nude when no one is home."
That brought a gasp from Steph, and a raised eyebrow from Susie.
"I don't know why I do it, maybe it is just the trill of being daring, but it feels so free and nice. It lets off stress somehow. Anyway, I was just wearing my volleyball shorts and a tee shirt when he came down for lunch, and he asked if I was feeling frisky with knowing Grandma was OK, or something. I said if he wasn't there I would probably be going naked if he wasn't there. 'Don't let me stop you,' he said, and I said, 'Yeah, right,' but I thought about it and said, 'Want to join me?' He said, 'you first', and I chickened out. I was just so uptight about all that was going on that I poured us a couple of glasses of wine with lunch, and then just decided, 'Why not?'
I told him I really felt like getting naked, 'cause I was so uptight, and asked if he wanted to join me. I really wasn't thinking about sex, as such, just being uptight and wanting to let off steam somehow. He said, 'Do you think that's wise?' I said, 'Probably not, but I wanted the feeling of being free, that it would probably never happen again, that I wasn't talking about touching or anything, just feeling free. I told him I didn't care if he looked, and I just got undressed, and he did too. It just felt good."
"I was really nervous at first, afraid he wouldn't think I looked good, but you should have seen his eyes. When he told me I was beautiful I about lost it."
As I was listening in it all came back and replayed in my mind. Seeing her slowly pulling her tee shirt off, and then those luscious breasts coming out, and then seeing her wonderful figure showed off for all of its beauty, and her pussy when it was first shown. The love I feel for my sister is incalculable, and her beauty only is a bonus that I don't deserve.
"He just held me, and I cried on his shoulder for a few minutes, letting everything out. I've got the best brother I the world!"
"Anyway, that was when Mom called. Justin knelt down by the couch, where I was lying down. Grandma going home tomorrow kind of was the last straw. I was almost overcome with emotions, and I asked Justin to hug me. I needed the support."
"Anyway, Justin was holding me, still kneeling on the floor, and it felt so 'safe' like I was treasured and was being protected." Rosemary sniffled a time or two, and reached for a tissue to blow her nose. "I absolutely have the best brother in the world! What other guy would be in that position and not be trying to make it sexual? He didn't though. He just was taking care of me."
"He started nuzzling my neck and kissing it. He knows my neck is ticklish! I started squirming, so he did it some more, giving me goosebumps all down one side, and then he started on my earlobe! I had goosebumps on top of goosebumps it tickled so much, but do you know what?" She lowered her voice to just above a whisper. "It felt like it was a direct wire to my pussy! I was getting so turned on, even though he wasn't trying to do it." I had to remember this! "It was getting to be too much, so I pushed him backwards, but he was still holding me, and I went off the couch on top of him when he fell back. His cock was between my legs, so I trapped it there and just squeezed it. We started kissing, and I was wiggling on him teasing him until he slipped me up and grabbed my nipple in his mouth. I was higher, and when I squirmed I landed on his cock and it went in! Anyway, nature took over then, and I'm not sorry." She held her head down as if expecting rebuke and whispered, "It was wonderful, and I hope we do it again."
Stephanie reached over and gave Rosemary a gentle hug. "I'm not criticizing, I'm jealous. I wish Justin would look at me like he looks at you. He wouldn't even have to ask. I don't think he even cares that I exist, and with these little tits of mine, I don't have anything to catch his attention."
Susie just laughed out loud. "Stephie, you are the one who isn't looking! Justin couldn't tear his eyes from your tits the other day when we came in from the pool! He's constantly watching you when you aren't looking. I think if Miss Rosie, here hadn't gotten in the way he would have been after you already. If you don't think so, just wear that little top without a bra next time and see if he can keep his eyes off of you. You did notice he didn't pull away from hugging you when I joined in the hug today, didn't you?"
Steph giggled a little. "I didn't notice that, but I noticed he started popping a stiffy. I hope you don't mind, Rosemary that I was rubbing against him."
"If he had been my boyfriend I would certainly, but he's my brother. I don't get to have him," she looked down at the bed for a moment and then looked back at Steph. "Someone is going to get a really special guy. It might as well be one of you! I know what. Next time you guys come over, we'll all go naked and see what happens!" Stephanie gasped at the idea, but Susie just laughed.
"I still don't know how you do that, Rosemary. I about died when we were wearing our PJ's and didn't have bras on. If my PJ's had been like Susie's, which left nothing to the imagination I don't think I could have done it. It was hard enough as it was."
"And Justin's eyes hardly left you and Rosemary all night. All I ever got was a glance," pouted Susie. That's why I chose that gown; I was hoping to catch his attention.
Stephanie turned on the bed to where she was facing the Koala. "What do you think, Mr. Koala?" She cupped her hands on her breasts. "Do you think Justin could be interested in these? They aren't as big as Susie's."
"If you weren't wearing that bra, I know he would be interested."
"Hmm." Stephanie did that thing girls can do where she slipped her arms inside her shirt and took off her bra without removing the shirt, and then smoothed it over her boobs. As she was looking into the Koala's eyes I thought she was looking directly into mine. "At least they are small enough they don't sag any. I don't think I can wear it like this though! Look at the way my nips poke out! That's why I always wear a padded bra, 'cause otherwise they show, and when I'm cold they do anyway."
I had noticed they showed, and had she been able to see the front of my shorts I was showing, too!
Stephanie hefted them in her hands, and rubbed across the nips a couple of times with her thumbs and shivered. "They are really sensitive, too. What do you think, Mr. Koala? Would he like these?"
Susie said, "How can Mr. Koala tell? You still have them covered! All Mr. Koala can see is your boobs are poking through your shirt."
Steph must have been really bothered by Susie's teasing, because all of a sudden she grabbed the bottom of her shirt and whipped it over her head!
I couldn't help myself. I groaned out loud! I had been waiting for this moment, planning on seeing Rosemary, but also hoping to see the other girls getting ready to swim, or something, but I had not expected what I saw now. Steph's breasts were gorgeous. I'd trade for them over any centerfold I've ever seen. Big? No. But oh the perfection in shape and form, with just the slightest upturn of the nipple that just begged me to worship them with offerings of kisses and caresses. Stephanie must really be exercised by all that was happening. I know Rosemary told me she was crushing on me, but for her to pop her top to the Koala as if she was doing it for me was mind-boggling. I had to be very careful how I reacted to her now, both not to hurt her, or to let her know I knew anything.
Susie smirked. "OK, OK, you showed a stuffed Koala. It isn't the same thing, but yes, Justin would be a fool not to like those." Before I knew what was happening Susie also pulled off her top, and sat there with her breasts on display as well. "You are worried yours aren't big enough, but look how firm they are compared to mine. I'm not as big as some, but it won't be long and I'll start sagging." She moved her shoulders back and forth a time or two, and her breasts swung from side to side. "See, yours don't do that. And with those nipples, you have it best, believe me. Do you see now why Justin keeps looking at you and barely notices I'm even there? You've got it girl, and you don't even know it."
Susie definitely had a point. I loved her boobs, but when they were next to Stephanie, there was no real comparison. I would love to bury my face between Susie's, and feel them against my cheeks, and yes, they would be wonderful to suck on and play with. I'd not push her out of my bed anytime, as if I would ever really get her in it!
Rosemary intervened. "Both of you have wonderful breasts that some guy is going to love. We can all compare and think the other has it better, but really I think they are wonderful. Different guys like different breasts, and," she giggled, "I think all guys like all breasts! Why do you think our dads like to look at porn, when they have a set available to play with anytime?" That got the girls giggling. "I really don't know for sure what Justin thinks about them. He hasn't said anything to me, but I've noticed him checking you both out." And I was going to have to be careful to do just that. They obviously both liked, and were not offended by, my attention. In the meantime, my cock was leaking all over the inside of my shorts.
Rosemary went on, "I haven't see the house Mom and Dad bought for us to use while in college, so I can't make an offer yet, but I've been thinking, . . . well, maybe it is far-fetched and it probably wouldn't work out, but . . . maybe there would be room for you two to room with us, too, if there are enough bedrooms, and that would give you an opportunity to see if he is interested in you, or maybe, well this is far-fetched for sure, but maybe if we could get him interested we . . ." she looked down at the duvet, which she was tugging with her fingers nervously, "maybe we could even share him, at least until we find someone of our own?"
You could have knocked me out with a feather! I totally lost what was going on in the other room as I sat in my chair dazed in thought. It sounded like my own little harem, but it also sounded way too good to be true. I couldn't imagine how that could possibly take place without feelings being hurt, or thoughts of favoritism, or the like. I'd have to tread very, very carefully for the next little while until I saw how this was going to transpire. I also had to be careful to leave all the ideas to Rosemary, and to be totally surprised whenever she mentioned them. Saturday morning would tell the tale, if it was even a possibility, and we had to get through the rest of this year and the summer first.
When I looked back at the screen it was just in time to see the girls slipping their shirts back over their heads, and getting ready to leave. I did not, though that Steph slipped her bra into her purse, rather than put it back on, and Rosemary had been right. If she wore that top braless I'd never be able to take my eyes off of it. My cock had subsided somewhat as I pondered Rosemary's idea, and it was a good thing, because the girls knocked on my door to say goodbye, and it would not have worked for me to open the door with my shorts bulging out with the erection I had moments before. It didn't matter long, though, because when I opened my door and saw Steph and Susie standing there with obviously excited nipples protruding I was hard again, instantly! I carefully paid Susie attention as well as Steph, and they both giggled before turning to go down the stairs.
I looked at my watch and saw it was 11:30 already! That had been a fast evening! I had to get to bed if I was going to be in any condition for school in the morning, but first I had to do something about some relief.
Rosemary was standing in her doorway, looking at me.
"I don't want to be alone tonight. Would you sleep with me?"
I woke up totally disoriented early Monday morning. I wasn't alone, nor was I in my bed. The feeling of soft skin pressed up against my back was peaceful and relaxing. I had an erection, but that was normal for morning, and I felt long hairs over my shoulder and breathing on my neck, which was not. It took me a minute or two to determine I was in Rosemary's room, and it was she who snuggled so closely against my back. The pressure of her breasts against my shoulder blades, and her pelvis matched so closely around my ass, with her legs nestled within the bend of my legs gave me a sense of serenity I had never known before. So this is what it felt like to wake up with a woman! I recommend it highly, but after thinking on it for just a moment I realized it wasn't just waking up with a woman that was so comforting, but waking to a woman that you love with all your heart is what gives the sense of peace.
My mind raced as I recalled how I got there. Our snuggling session that ended up as a make-out session followed by my cock accidentally penetrating her pussy and then finishing what it thought it was there for, and the subsequent intentional love making we shared stirred my soul in an almost physical sense of satisfaction. Not the physical satisfaction brought about by our orgasms, but rather a mental, almost spiritual satisfaction of expressing our love so thoroughly and mutually. I couldn't help the smile and sigh I emitted, nor the reflexive reaching up with my right hand to grasp Rosemary's hand that dangled over my side and onto my belly.
Stephanie and Susie subsequently discovering our secret had brought a sense of concern. After all, a brother and sister aren't supposed to be running around, fucking like rabbits, just because they liked each other and it felt good. Societally, it was totally taboo, and if Mom or Dad caught on there would be hell to pay for sure. Neither of us had any regrets, hence my awakening in Rosemary's bed, with her nude form conforming to my nude form.
The look on Rosemary's face when the other girls left late last night and she looked at me, as if fearing rejection as she quietly, almost like a little child said, "I don't want to be alone tonight. Would you please sleep with me?" tore at my heart. All that had transpired in the previous few days, capped off by our grandmother's stoke left her feeling vulnerable, which what stimulated the activities leading up to this, had been in that plea.
Not that I hadn't already considered asking her if she would sleep with me. I had! My desire wasn't fueled by the trauma of Grandma's illness, or even just because we were alone, but my desire was driven by wanting to be with the one who had become the most important person in the world to me. I frankly didn't want to be separated from her if I didn't have to be.
One might think we jumped in bed and fucked ourselves to sleep, and I was horny enough to have willingly done so, but rather we, by mutual, unspoken consent, disrobed and climbed into her king-sized bed and cuddled and talked. Of course, we talked about the events of the day, and how wonderful they had been. Plus we discussed Steph and Susie guessing what had happened, and how we had to be careful not to arouse anyone else's suspicions. I for one was going to have to be very careful about showing affection for her around other people, because that was not my normal habit, but I found now that I wanted to be touching her, talking to her, watching her, being with her, frankly, I didn't want to be apart from her! That is not the normal activities of a brother toward a sister, even a twin, especially since we had so little in common.
Finally falling asleep with her in my arms, and her breasts snuggled against my chest, and my cock trapped between her legs, nestled against her pussy left me with a sense of satisfaction that I feel was even higher than having sex would have been. This wasn't about sex; it was an expression of love and trust.
I am always an early riser, hence my awaking as I had, whereas Rosemary almost had to be pried out of bed in the mornings. It was not unusual for her to hit the snooze several times before arising and showering to start the day. Because it takes longer for her to get ready than it does me I always got my shower when she was done. She would knock on my door and wake me if I wasn't awake already, but frequently, by the time she finally got up and got moving I barely had time to get myself out the door without being late to school.
This morning however was totally different. Rosemary actually awoke fifteen minutes before her alarm was set. It took her only a moment to recognize the situation, and her response was immediate. "Ummmh. I could get used to waking up like this," she breathed into my ear as her body straightened out in a languorous stretch that pressed those luscious breasts even more firmly into my shoulder blades, and her pelvis against my ass. The arm she had around me tightened against me, and she gently squeezed my hand.
"Did I ever mention that I love you?" she murmured into my ear. "Thank you for everything." A soft kiss on the back of my neck sent shivers through me, and was like an electric shock to my cock.
I gently rolled so that I was facing her, and wrapped my arms around her, pulling her to me. "I didn't know this could be so wonderful. My little bed is going to be so lonesome after tonight. Thank you for asking me to sleep with you."
"I was almost afraid to ask. I was afraid you might misunderstand, but you always seem to know just the right thing to do or say. I needed to be held, and to feel loved and secure, but I always feel that way when I'm with you anymore. I don't know how it happened, but it is wonderful."
I gave her a gentle kiss on the cheek, and squeezed her in my arms gently. She just seemed to fit there, like she was made for me. Rosemary gave me a quick peck back on my cheek, and then pulling her head back a little looked into my eyes. "Susie, Steph, and I used to talk about what it was going to be like to sleep with a man. Boy, did we ever have it wrong!" She squirmed her body closer to me, as if it was possible, but she tried. The feeling of her skin sliding against mine was delicious, and was not unappreciated by my cock. Her nipples had hardened slightly, just enough that when she leaned back and moved side to side I felt them distinctly on my chest. She nestled her head down onto my shoulder, with her nose right at the junction of my neck and collarbone and sighed, while pulling me tightly to her with her arms. I of course returned the hug, gladly.
One hand snaked around from behind my back and slipped between our bodies so she could gently grasp my cock, which was tight up against her belly, and leaking precum on her skin. "Is this for me?" she asked with an impish smile. Lifting her head she peeked over my shoulder at her alarm clock. "Oh, good. We have a few minutes before we have to get up and run. We can shower together and save time, too." That brought a wide grin to her face. "In the meantime," again she had that little girl look in her eyes from the night before when she asked me to stay with her. "Would you make love to me? Nothing wild, and I don't care if I get off or not. I just want to feel you in me. Please?" There were tears in her eyes as she looked at me. How could I possibly refuse? I would have had to be more than insane to turn down her request, something I had been trying to find a way to initiate.
Her hand that had hold of my cock slid it down to the junction of her legs, and I felt the head slide softly through her lovely exclamation mark of a landing strip, and then over her little nubbin of a clit, which made her gasp, and then I felt that wonderfully delicious feeling as the head of my cock slid through her very moist crease until it slipped into the opening of her vagina. She pressed forward, as did I and I felt my cock sliding home. How does one describe the awesome feeling of actually penetrating the one he loves in the act of making love? Yes, I know, it was there yesterday, also, but that was totally different, being unplanned, and accidentally accomplished. Yesterday, there was none of the slow gentle penetration that is basically an act of worship of the one he loves, with the gift of his organ. I looked into her eyes, which looked back at me with such an expression of love and trust as slowly I slid my cock in.
There was no lack of lubrication, and I only had to pull back and push forward twice before I found myself fully invested in her pussy. Rosemary moaned, and grasping my buttocks with both hands pulled me tightly to herself and held me there. "I feel so full, so loved. Oh, Justin, thank you, thank you, thank you!" Instinctively, I held myself still, and just watched as her eyes pooled, and gazed back at me. With a contented sigh I felt her relax her grip on my buttocks, and her pelvis rocking backward a bit. I matched her movements, slowly withdrawing my cock before slowly and gently pushing it forward again. I knew I would never be able to recreate this first time for either of us, and I wanted it to be a memory she would treasure all her life as I slowly and gently made love.
Even though I had just entered her I knew I was not going to last long at all. I could already feel my balls drawing up, and the tingling in my prostate that said an explosion was imminent. I tried to move as slowly and gently as I could to prolong the inevitable, but there wasn't much I could do to extend it. "I'm not going to be able to last long. I'm sorry." There was a sense of desperation in my voice as I whispered.
"Oh, don't worry about it. I just love the feeling of you being in me, the feeling of being full and loved. This is about loving my brother, my twin, who is so much more. This is about loving the one who loves me so much." She squeezed down on me with her pussy muscles as she rocked her pelvis along with my thrusts. She moaned lightly into my ear, and in a breathy whisper in my ear she said, "Did you feel that? Can you feel my breasts against your chest, and feel my nipples as they move back and forth with you? You just feel so wonderful, and I love your strong arms holding me, and your cock in me. It just feels so, so, ohhhhhhh." And with a gentle sigh I could feel a small orgasm overtake her, and felt her body pressing desperately against me trying to trap my cock deep inside, and although I was trying desperately to stave it off just a little longer, my release exploded from me, and I felt it pulsing and pulsing, as I tried so hard to crawl inside of her, cock first.
I know there were tears in my eyes as I hugged Rosemary tightly to me, with her cheek pressed tightly against my cheek. My senses were heightened, and I felt like I could feel every silky strand of her hair against me, the pressure of her breasts smashed against my ribs, the utter softness of her skin caressing mine, the exquisite gentleness of her hands stroking up and down, back and forth on my back. How does one describe the indescribable?
Rosemary pulled her head back to look at me with shining eyes. "Thank you! That was better than I ever dreamed it could be." She nestled her head back onto me as we lay there cuddling, secure in our love for each other. Society might not recognize it as such, but we knew what we had, and we treasured it very much.
Unfortunately, as with all good things, it had to come to an end. As I softened some of my semen started to leak out, and Rosemary had to grab a tee shirt to keep from puddling on the bed. She couldn't leave her bed unmade for Mom to find when she returned home! Regretfully, I pulled out, and with a final hug and kiss we both got out of the bed, and noting the time, hurried into the bathroom to shower. I'm not sure we really saved any time in the shower, but I will say it was the nicest shower I've ever taken, and the scenery was sublime!
Since I was actually able to finish getting ready first for a change, and we were so close on time I took care of toasting a couple of pop tarts apiece, and made coffee. I fixed Rosemary's with a lot of cream and sugar the way she likes it and put it in a travel mug for her to take with her on the drive to school. She came hurrying down the stairs, and I just handed them to her, for which I was rewarded with a sweet hug and short kiss. "Thanks, Justin. You're the best, and I love you."
"I love you, too, Rosemary. Thanks for everything." With that we both had to hurry out the door, or we wouldn't make it to school on time.
We ended up pulling into the parking lot with just five minutes to get into homeroom, and since we parked next to each other I waited a moment for Rosemary to get her stuff together and walked into the building with her. When she got out of her car she looked up at me and smiled which caused my stomach to flip-flop. You've heard of the "just fucked" look. Well, I saw it. The look of satisfaction and love on her face just cemented my own love for her more solidly, if possible. I wondered how we were going to get through the day without everyone noticing. The rest of the day was not to be any easier!
We didn't share any classes other than homeroom, which is of course the first period. When I sat down behind her I knew it was going to be a long, long day. Because we had gotten such a late start Rosemary did not have time to fix her hair like she normally did, so she just brushed it out and put it up in a ponytail, while still damp and ran out the door. Now she was sitting right in front of me with that beautiful red-gold hair swinging back and forth in front of me as she moved her head, and the alabaster skin of her neck accenting the luster of her hair. It was all I could do not to run my fingers through it. To top things off, some of the performers in the Senior Class play were using first hour homeroom as an opportunity to rehearse before a live audience. They are putting on Rogers and Hammerstein's Oklahoma this year, and the first number presented us was the duet "People Will Say We're In Love." How very apropos! I was struggling hard not to let on how I was feeling, with Rosemary's hair catching my eye continuously, and my memories of the morning already experienced I felt my cock beginning to stir. How was I going to get through this day?
Each time I saw Rosemary in the hallways between classes her face lit up and a bright smile creased it. I know I returned some fatuous glances back her way. Once, Stephie was with her, and she actually giggled at me as she passed, "accidentally" bumping into my arm with her boob. At lunch, which I normally eat alone, Susie saw me and came over and sat down across the table. She had a smirk on her face, and at first I thought I was going to catch a bunch of garbage from her, but for a change she was actually really nice. Not that she isn't a nice girl, or isn't somebody I like to be around, but she is normally quite a tease.
Today she just sat and talked with me about life in general, without trying to embarrass me, or flaunt her boobs or do any of the other things she normally does. I found I really enjoyed lunch, and told her so. When I said I wouldn't mind making it a regular occurrence she gave me a smile I had not seen from her before. In fact, the quiet "Thanks," and the little smile with upturned eyes was quite demure and uncharacteristic. I really think she enjoyed just being together, but without all of the normal pretense.
All in all, though, I was really happy to see the school day end, and to get to my car so I could go to work. I needed some time to think and get my head properly coordinated with life.
Jim looked up at me just as soon as I walked in the back door at the shop. "Well, looks like you had a good weekend! How's your grandmother?"
"Yeah, thanks, and thanks for the time off. Grandma's going to be OK. They caught it quickly, and were able to treat it with that new treatment. There should be no lasting damage, and the Dr. says he thinks it was just a blood clot that moved to her brain. She shouldn't have any future problems from them."
"Good. Well, I'm glad to have you back. There isn't a lot going on, and with it being quiet I thought I'd bug out early this evening if you can stay and close up?"
"Yeah, sure. That shouldn't be a problem. I got most of my homework done at school, so I should have time to finish off my reading for History in between customers. If not, I can get it at home."
"Good. Thank you, and I don't know what you had going on last weekend, but it looks good on you! See you tomorrow."
Was it that obvious? If Jim picked up on it as soon as I walked in the door, how in the world were we going to get it past Mom and Dad? Maybe I ought to call Rosemary and pick a big fight or something.
Before I could pick up the phone to talk with her the bell on the front door jangled, letting me know a customer had entered. It was characteristic of Jim that in the most progressive, and most complete, electronics store in the city, in fact the whole area, had not a buzzer, nor an electronic announcer for the front door, but an old fashioned brass bell mounted so that the door would strike the clapper as it opened. I liked his quirks and the way he did things that added contrast to normal expectations. The store's very layout was a juxtaposition of expectations, lending a very hands-on, service oriented, atmosphere. The store was laid out very much like an old grocery or hardware, with a counter around the circumference of the room, and all of the merchandise either on shelves or on hangers on the wall behind the counters. Most of the counters were at least glass fronted, also providing for more display area, and other than a couple of candy dispensers nothing in the store was self-serve.
Jim had four very knowledgeable sales-clerks, with at least two of them on duty at all times, plus me. I didn't do a lot of behind the counter work, being for the most part behind the scenes, providing service support. Either Jim or I would be called out for any project type work that needed installation or special work involved to make quotes and schedule the work to be done.
Jim's layout was not designed necessarily for theft deterrence, although it was effective in practice. He believed strongly in service, and in ascertaining the customer's real need in the product he (or she) was considering. Each counter was fully wired, and hard wired to a multitude of different speakers so the customer could play around with the different options, and could, with the clerk's expertise find the best possible choice for their particular desires. Every item we had for sale was available for the customer to try out and compare with competing models.
We believed in providing the service necessary to have a happy customer. In fact, Jim's motto for the store is: "We don't want a satisfied customer!" There was a beautifully carved sign saying this above the door, right where the customer would see it when leaving. When this sign generated the hoped for questions we were able to tell them we wanted "happy" customers. Our goal was that each customer would leave happy, rather than merely satisfied. A satisfied customer got what he was looking for, but a happy customer was generally one who felt he had gotten more than expected, and with the care and attention provided to give what was best for him, rather than just a "get by" product.
Oh, we had plenty of "get by" products for those who really didn't need high quality or precision for their purposes, but even those customers left feeling they had enough knowledge and help to get the best "get by" product for the price spent. The old fashioned feel of the store was to set the idea of old fashioned service and its expectation in the customer's mind. The very cash register finalized conveying the concept. It was an antique brass National Cash Register mechanically operated register built onto a quarter sawn English Oak cabinet that was carefully cleaned and polished at least once a week. If you have not seen one of the old quarter spawn English Oak cabinets you have really missed out! The oak is cut on a bias instead of the normal way of cutting lumber, which brings out the wood grain and makes for a beautiful piece of furniture. I don't think anyone does this anymore, and I've heard English Oak is no longer available, but I don't know this for sure. Either way, it is a craft that one does not see in modern furniture.
I was surprised when the counter bell rang, indicating a need for either Jim or me to come to the front of the store. This didn't usually happen in the evening, as most specialty requests came in during the day, and to Jim. On Saturdays we would occasionally get such a call, usually someone for whom I had done some work wanting my services. I figured it was most likely someone with something that needed some service work, although the clerks were well able to handle writing up warrantee issues.
I walked into the showroom area to find Dave Hulvey grinning at me. He stuck out his hand, and said, "Hi there, Justin. I miss having you in class this year. I have to work a lot harder now!" He chuckled, and then went on, "Janelle said to say hello, by the way. You really made an impression on that girl!"
I smiled broadly I return. My crush on her was long over, but I did still remember her fondly. Now she was cutting quite a swath up at ASU in Phoenix, and I'm surprised she remembered me much at all. "Thanks, Mr. Hulvey. She is a sweet girl. I miss having her around the High School. What can I do for you today?"
"First of all, call me Dave. I'm not your teacher any more, and I'm coming to you as the expert. I feel funny having someone who knows more than I calling me Mr. I want to install an entertainment room in my basement, with a home theatre type setup. I can put one in, no problem, but Janelle insisted I talk with you and have you build one out for me custom. She was totally blown away with the setup you have in your room at home, and she insisted I enlist your help. I know Jim allows you to do custom work out of the shop here, and I'm not trying to cut him out. That's why I waited to come here rather than catch you at school."
"Sure. I'd be happy to work something up for you. I can't do anything on it this week, other than the very basics, because I won't be in this weekend. Dad and Mom are taking Rosemary and me up to Phoenix. They bought a house for us to use next year instead of paying for the dorms, and we have to go take a look at it. Would you like to stop by my place and take a look at what I've done? That would give us a starting point, and then I'd need to schedule a time to make some measurements and do some acoustic tests where you want it set up. If I'm going to do a custom setup, rather than using off the shelf, I like to design it to fit."
"That sounds good to me. When would be best for you?"
"I could meet you at the house right after school tomorrow. Jim will be in, and he can handle the store until I get here."
"That works for me. Would it be all right if I brought the wife along? She isn't real keen on spending the money to go custom, but Janelle insists we do it right."
"Of course! Now, we do have some excellent home theatre set ups here, with surround sound and all the bells and whistles. They can all be optimized for your space to a large degree. You don't have to go custom to get good sound. I hate to over sell you."
"Oh, yes, I know. I've been doing some research online before coming in. I'll never get Janelle off my back though if I don't at least explore the options. I'll see you at say 4:00 or 4:15? Just as soon as I can get home from the school and pick up the Mrs. Maybe when you get up to ASU next year you can get together with Janelle sometime. She could do a lot worse than a young man like you." He stuck out his hand and said "Goodbye," before turning and walking out the door. Now THAT was interesting!
Focusing my attention on planning Mr. Hulvey's theater room (I couldn't bring myself to call him Dave) allowed me to have my emotions, and my face under control when I finally closed down the shop at 9:00 and went home. I fully expected Mom to be waiting for me when I got there, and she was. Fortunately, Rosemary was upstairs, so I didn't have to try to hide my feelings in front of Mom. She is pretty perceptive, so I needed every bit of luck I could get. I'm sure Rosemary had that in mind.
"Hi, Honey. Did everything go OK with Dad and me both gone?"
"Oh, sure, Mom." I hugged her as soon as I could set down my backpack. "We're big kids now. We handled it. How's Grandma? Grandpa doing OK?"
"Oh, they're both doing very well. In fact, they would like to ride along with us up to Scottsdale to see the house if she keeps doing this well."
"Good. They kind of had us worried there for a little bit."
"The girls didn't tease you too much, did they?" Mom has seen some of the teasing I get from Susie, especially, although fortunately, not the blatant stuff! Rosemary and Steph, of course always chimed in, and Mom was sometimes concerned it went too far. Gotta love those protective moms!
"Oh, I don't let that stuff bother me. I usually just keep to my room and let them be." Usually, yes, but to call last weekend "usual" didn't fit the English definition of the word. I doubt it fit in any other language either! Changing the subject radically, I said, "I had an interesting visitor at the store this evening."
"Yeah. You remember Mr. Hulvey, my Industrial Arts teacher?"
"Isn't he the one that had the daughter you were sweet on? Where is she, anyway? I haven't heard anything about her in a while."
"Yeah, that's him. She's up at ASU. Anyway, he came into the store looking for me. It seems he wants a home theatre installed, and Janelle insisted he talk to me about building it out custom."
"That's funny. Doesn't he teach electrical stuff? Why couldn't he do it himself?"
"That's just the thing. He could, and with some of the home theatre setups we have at the shop he would do fine, especially if he went with the Bose system, but you remember Janelle drove me home so I could get stuff to fix the sound system for the play." She nodded. "Well, she was surprised at the stuff in my room, so I played a couple of pieces for her. She told everybody as school about it, and I got a few orders for some small stuff. Mr. Hulvey told me she insisted he talk with me about building it out custom, so he and Mrs. Hulvey are coming over right after school to see what I have and how it is set up. This could be a very good project!"
"That sounds good." She followed me into the kitchen, where I raided the fridge to find something to eat. "I need to talk with you for a minute about your sister."
Uh Oh. Here it comes. I carefully steeled my face before turning and closing the refrigerator door. I suddenly wasn't hungry any more. "Why, what's wrong? Is she OK?"
"Oh yes, she's fine. Nothing is wrong! She was just very happy when I got home and just bubbling in fact. I haven't seen her that happy in a long, long, time, so I asked her what was going on. She told me you two had been talking and got some things worked out between you this weekend. I guess Grandma getting sick kind of scared her, but she said you were there for her and really helped her get over it. I just wanted to say 'Thank you.' You've really grown up in the last few months. I feel a lot better about the two of you going off to school, now, especially since you will be living in a house together instead of living in the dorms, with all the partying and things that go on there."
Man, was I relieved! I guess Rosemary was able to sell it to Mom OK. "It wasn't anything big really. She just needed a shoulder and someone to talk with. We've kind of drifted apart a little bit the last few years, and I think it was good for both of us."
"Well, she hasn't had enough good things to say about you since you gave her that Koala. That was the most thoughtful gift I ever saw. You know, it really is almost too bad you two are brother and sister. I think she would really fall for you otherwise." Ouch! Did she step in it this time! Careful, Justin. Be very, very careful.
"Hey, it wasn't all that much. I had to hunt a little to find just the right animal, and I couldn't stand to hear that old clock radio any more. I didn't have to give much for that Wave Radio, 'cause it was our sample from last year. All I had to do was mount the bear and wire it through the inside. I did kind of tweak it a little bit." A little bit? That Koala was wired like a crooked pinball machine.
"Well, I just wanted to say 'thank you.' It really means a lot to me to see my kids growing up." She reached over and grabbed me around the neck and pulled me into a hug. I'm pretty sure I saw moisture in her eyes for a minute. "It also tells me you are mature enough for what your father and I want to discuss with you two about the house up in Scottsdale. Initially we weren't really sure if you were mature enough for what we had in mind, but I really believe you will do well with it."
"Oh? What's that?"
"Let's just wait until Friday, and we can all discuss it together, and then Saturday, we will drive up there and walk through the property. We haven't actually closed on the deal yet, so if this isn't to your liking we will find something different."
"I thought you gave us the keys to the house?"
Mom laughed. "Oh, we did. The locks just aren't installed yet! You know you never leave the same locks on a property once it changes hands!" Duh. I never would have thought of that!
"You know, I think you and Dad are pretty good parents. Rosemary and I must have raised you two right!" I gave Mom a big hug to her laughter. She gave me a playful swat on the ass and said, "Go ahead and find yourself something to eat. I'm sorry to cut out on you, but I'm really tired. There hasn't been a lot of sleep the last couple of nights."
"Sure. No problem. I'll see you tomorrow evening. I'm closing again. In fact I'll be closing through Thursday since I have to take Friday night and Saturday off. We don't need to stay over Saturday evening do we? Jim said he could let me have Sunday off if needed, although I'm sure he would like to have a day off himself."
"We hadn't planned on it. I don't know why we would, but if we could hold Sunday as a possible it would give us options."
"OK, he said I can let him know as late as Friday night if need be. I'll tell him we're not sure. Thanks, Mom." I gave her another hug and kissed her cheek goodnight, and then I turned back to the fridge to rummage again. Suddenly I DID have an appetite.
After digging out some leftovers and nuking them I cleaned up my mess and headed upstairs. I didn't know if Rosemary was still up or not, and didn't want to knock on her door if she was sleeping, but I needn't have worried. She heard me coming up the stairs, and I saw her door pop open just enough to peek her eye through. She saw it was I and with a big smile on her face she swung the door open all the way. It took only an instant for me to know why she peeked through first!
She wasn't nude, which was my first thought when she only opened the door a crack, but rather, she had on a diaphanous gown that highlighted her already gorgeous body, with a tiny pair of lacy panties underneath. The bodice was open in the front all the way to the navel, with ties loosely holding it together. The bodice was made of a semi-opaque lace material that her nipples were threatening to puncture.
Some clothing is made to hide the body, to be modest, or to conceal the figure or to hide one's beauty. Other clothing is designed to accentuate highlights, and to make one look as good as possible by overshadowing any perceived flaws. This gown, on the other hand, was designed to display the body in its best possible light, and where concealment was present it was concealment only to create an allure, to beguile and seduce the fortunate soul who was privileged to behold it. The emerald green bodice over a very pale green floor length gauzy gown was created solely for one of her hair color and complexion. The color of Rosemary's eyes was between the two greens of the gown, and was set aglow by the combination and the passion behind them. I stood transfixed at the beauty I beheld. I was so awed by what I saw that my mouth watered, but my cock did not get erect. Oh, it was stirred, alright, but this was beyond stirring lust, and bordered on reverence.
"Hurry up and come in here, silly, before Mom sees you staring in here like a calf at a new gate!" She reached out and grabbed my hand and gave me a quick pull, before quietly closing the door behind her. It was then I saw that she had also had her hair done, and it was in long ringlets and pulled back from her face, but in a soft fashion that framed her face. I still was stunned speechless by her radiance and beauty.
"I take it you like?" I could only nod, dumbly. "I think the lady at the shop thought I was buying it for my wedding night," she giggled. "You should have seen her trying to help me pick it out. It was a hoot!"
My voice still was not working as I drank in the vision before me with my eyes. I held out my arms, and Rosemary stepped into my embrace with a sigh. "You don't know how long I've been waiting for that," she whispered softly in my ear. "I kept watching the clock and wanted to call you at the store to be sure you hurried home, but I didn't think it would be to smart." She snuggled her face more deeply into my neck and sighed again. "I wish you could stay with me again tonight, but I don't think it would be very wise. You have no idea how badly I want to feel you inside me again." Her arms pulled me even more tightly into the embrace.
I wanted nothing more than to carefully disrobe her and worship the beauty my Rosemary had become. How can it be possible for a brother to be so smitten by his own sister? I know twins are supposed to be closer than other siblings, and I understand, but this went much deeper than sibling, or even twin, love. I knew that no matter what ever happened, Rosemary was mine, even when she found someone else and married, or if I married someone else, she was mine, and I was hers. Totally. Completely.
Releasing my hold on her I slipped one arm down to her knees and gently lifted her and carried her over to her bed. I wanted so badly to lay her down and crawl up there with her, but I knew if I did that I would never leave tonight. Mom was not a snoop, nor did she check on us, but often she would come up to talk with us about something or on some errand. It was not a risk I dared take, and if Mom was to see me in here with Rosemary, and saw Rosemary dressed like this she would know instantly what the story was. In fact, if she was to see us together as we were she would read or faces and know, even if we were dressed in gunny sacks.
I sat down gently on the edge of the mattress, holding Rosemary seated across my lap. I leaned in for a gentle kiss and whispered softly, "I love you." It was the first words I had managed to eke out, but they came from the depths of my soul. "You are so absolutely beautiful that I was stunned."
"I noticed," and she giggled. "I hoped you would like it."
"You have no idea!"
"Good. I like to make you happy." Rosemary snuggled more deeply into my arms. "I've wanted to be here all day long." She let out a deep contented sigh.
I held her close to me for a few minutes, savoring every second, yet with the conscious thought that we needed to be more careful than this. All it would take is a knock on the door and we would be busted. I knew Mom was tired and was going to bed, but that didn't mean she wouldn't think of something and want to talk with us about Grandma or something. It wouldn't be the first time. Mom was not the kind to get a thought or an idea and put it off until tomorrow, and it was not all that late.
"I don't want to, but I have to go. Mom might come up. You know how she is, and we would be busted big time." I gently started to set Rosemary onto the bed, but she grabbed hold of my neck and squeezed. The pressure of her breasts was nearly enough to change my mind, but prudence won out. "Sweetheart, you know I have to." Slowly Rosemary released me, and I set her down. I leaned in for a quick peck on the lips and stood slowly. I knew it was going to be so lonely in my room tonight, but I had to go.
Rosemary, sitting on the bed, looked up at me wistfully, before grabbing my hands and pulling herself up, and into my arms once again. "Justin, I love you."
"I know, Sweetheart, I know. And I love you back, and always will. I will never forget last night, nor will I ever forget how you look tonight." Another quick peck on the lips and I stepped back. It was wrenching, but I did it.
Rosemary looked down at my crotch, suddenly, puzzled. "You aren't even hard?"
"Not on the outside, but I will be as I remember this time. At this moment I'm overwhelmed, and I love you so much it bypassed sex." I quickly stepped back for a quick, fervent embrace; then I grabbed my backpack and headed for the door.
I wasn't a moment too soon! I had no more than cleared the door when I saw Mom turn the corner at the bottom of the stairs and start up. She had her nightgown on, with a robe over the top, and obviously had been to bed. "Hi, Mom. What's up?" and I closed Rosemary's door behind me. I knew that would give Rosemary a warning, now I just had to stall Mom for a minute to give Rosemary time to get out of that beautiful gown and throw on one of my tee-shirts like normal.
"Justin, I was just coming up to talk with you for a minute. You and Rosemary talking? You have no idea how I like to see that. You two used to be so close. Anyway, I remembered after I went to bed that Grandpa asked if I could stay over tomorrow night, and help him get Grandma to the Dr. early in the morning Wednesday morning. You kids will be OK with that, won't you?"
"Oh, sure. That'll be no problem. Is she OK?"
"Sure. Grandpa just wanted a little support I think. All of this has hit kind of hard with him, too."
"I think that's a good idea. Don't worry about us. We'll get along just fine." I hoped Rosemary had finished changing by now, but I stepped in to give Mom a good one-armed man-hug, and held her tight for just a minute. "You know, I like the way you love and care for Grandpa and Grandma. Not all kids are that way with their parents, and it bothers me to see it. I love you, Mom."
Mom looked up with moisture in her eyes and said, "Thanks, Justin. That was really sweet to say."
"Well, I meant it." And I did. Fortunately, Rosemary popped her door open, wearing my tee-shirt as I had hoped.
"Hey, Mom, what's up?"
"I forgot to tell you Grandpa wants me to stay over tomorrow night and help get Grandma to the Dr. early in the morning. Justin said you two would get along OK."
Rosemary stepped into the hallway quickly, leaving her door open so that the still made bed could be seen. Quick thinker, that girl! "Mom, you don't worry about us. Justin and I are big kids now. We're going to be on our own in just a couple of months now, anyway."
"Don't remind me! Where's your robe? You shouldn't be running around like that in front of Justin!"
Rosemary looked down and said, "Oh, I was just changing for bed when I heard you talking and I forgot to grab the robe." She swept her hand over the front of herself indicating the tee-shirt, "Justin doesn't care, anyway."
"Well, I do. I hope you won't be running around in front of everybody like that when you get to school."
Rosemary dropped her head submissively, "Oh, I don't think so. Justin's my brother. He doesn't count." She looked at me out of the corner of her eye as she said this. "Goodnight, Mom. I love you. Goodnight, again, Justin," and she turned and walked back into her room and closed the door.
Mom just shook her head, watching the door close, and then turned back to the stairs. "Goodnight, son. I'll see you in the morning." I nodded and moved to my door and entered my room on shaky legs. 'Justin doesn't care, anyway'? Oh yeah? Then why is my cock so hard and quivering?
Friday morning finally came. I was a nervous wreck, dodging through the minefield of my love for Rosemary, her love for me, and not letting Mom catch on. Since I didn't have to work Rosemary rode to school with me, which added stress to the day. I couldn't help myself. Every time I was around her I know it was obvious to anyone who knows us that something was happening.
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