As Andy and Julie, his sister's best friend, finally get together and give Julie what she's wanted for a long time, Sam stands by, hears their lovemaking and is turned on, eventually joining them in their bed. Future possibilities for sister and brother begin to emerge.
Sam sat quietly by the room’s door, accustoming her eyes to the dim room’s light, pressed it slightly more open than it had been during her first observations. Her heat rose even more quickly now as she watched her best friend Julie rise from the bed, arrange herself astride Sam’s brother Andy, and lean down to take him in her mouth. Sam worried that they might have heard her quiet gasp as she watched Julie begin her first blow job, fellating her brother before she rose slightly, straddled him, and lowered herself on his fully erect cock, seen in all its glory for the first time by his sister, hearing Julie’s gasps as his full length slipped deep into her.
Once again Sam’s hands unconsciously opened her shorts, once again one hand quickly slipped into her panties, and once again her fingers quickly penetrated her, stroking and thrusting in perfect synchronicity with her brother and best friend’s thrusts. As she watched Julie cum, shaking and gasping, and as she watched her brother rotate them both so that he was quickly above Julie, continuing to thrust deeply into her, bringing her quickly to her second orgasm and suddenly announcing his own Sam felt her body shaking, felt the onrush of her own orgasm, an unstoppable speeding freight train of euphoric pleasure shaking her, draining her even more than her evening’s first climax.
She fell back in her chair, her body now almost liquid, the waves of her pleasure fading as they washed again through her. Finally she arose, climbed the stairs, showered, and changed into her oversized t-shirt, her usual sleepwear. She reached into her drawer for clean panties and then, after a moment’s thought, closed the drawer and descended the two flights of stairs to the basement. There was no question of her sleeping in her own bed. The thought never entered her head; she was drawn to Julie and Andy’s room with a gravitational pull that she couldn’t name and she could no more escape it than could the moon slip out of its orbit.
Stopping at the door, satisfied that both Julie and Andy were sleeping, she quietly entered the room, crept to their bed, spend a long moment watching them, cuddled together as if nature had intended this all their lives. Smiling, content, she slipped into the bed on Andy’s other side, spent a second absorbing the moment, and then silently crept toward him, cuddling to his other side. She laughed to herself as she thought in an instant “we’re a sandwich; Andy’s the meat in the sandwich” and at the thought of “meat” she blushed in the darkness and quickly fell asleep.
Later - she had no idea of the time - Sam felt Andy’s body warmly and firmly pressed against her, conforming almost perfectly to hers and realized with a start that he had shifted and was now spooning against her. Her body trembled at the realization, tingling at the warmth his body offered from head to toe. And suddenly realized that he was hard, pressed against the cheeks of her buttocks. Her brain became a maelstrom of conflict; red warning lights flashing, words like “No…Forbidden…Taboo…WRONG” flashing, but pleasure washing over as she shifted slightly, felt his rigid member slip beneath the edge of her t-shirt and lodge in the valley between her cheeks. “Oh. My. God.” was the only reaction her mind could muster as with a heroic effort she pushed back against him, lightly wrapped his arm around her, and pushed herself back into sleep.
Andy shifted in his sleep, rolled on to his side, reached out for Julie, his dream drifting back to, and through, their lovemaking. The memory made him hard and he smiled in his sleep, feeling her body pressed against him once more, feeling his arm reaching over and around her, his face buried in her smooth hair, breathing in her lemon scent, his hand caressing her slim hip and brushing across her pert breast. And as he drifted more deeply into his dream a tiny part of his brain thought “lemon scent? Smooth hair? Slim hip? Pert breast” and in its convoluted processing saw strawberry scented wiry hair, voluptuously curved hip and full breast and…fell deeply into his dream.
Morning came and he stirred, waking, Andy was immediately conscious of her absence; where Julie had been the bed was rumpled…but cold. Sitting up he was at first vaguely, then keenly, aware of activity upstairs. He could smell breakfast in the making. Somehow nature had reversed its natural order and for once he was not the first awake, the first to begin breakfast. He sat back and remembered the events of the night before, playing back in his mind like his favorite movie of all time. He began to wonder: what would Julie say this morning? Would they be shy of each other? Would they pretend nothing happened? But somewhere deep in his mind…no, for the first time perhaps deep in his heart…something had happened. Would Julie know that? Did she feel it? He continued to sit, trying to process his first real mixture of sex, pleasure, and…affection. His thoughts shot back to the six or seven years Julie had palled around with his sister, her almost constant presence in their home at times, the quiet and persistent way she had become a part of their family. And how last night had torn the cover off an affection for her he had never really acknowledged.
Finally, his thoughts tiring his mind and the smells reminding him of his hunger, he dressed, headed upstairs ready to confront the day. And the two women of the hour, he thought. But as he entered the kitchen he found only Sam, happily finishing waffles and bacon. Only two places set at the table. “You need a shower,” said Sam, so Andy meekly obeyed and headed upstairs. Showered and changed into fresh clothes he descended to the kitchen and at Sam’s gesture sat down, all the while feeling that as she dished waffles and bacon onto his plate, as she filled his mug with coffee, as she deposited in it just the right amount of cream…he felt for a few minutes as if the world had somehow tilted off its axis. His world certainly had. But he had to admit that, for once, Sam had nailed it; the waffles and bacon were perfect. Maybe, he thought, there was hope for her yet.
As she joined him at the table Sam asked “so, I guess you’re wondering? About Julie, I mean?” and as Andy, mouth full, nodded, she continued “she had an early plane to catch and, as she said, she really isn’t one for long goodbyes. But she told me a few other things, Drew. She gave me a kind of blow by blow - sorry for the pun, Drew, but she didn’t hold back - account of the night. I’m amazed at you, bro; you knocked it out of the park. Four home runs, she said.” At that Sam paused, sipped her coffee, and gazed out the window for a few long moments. She continued, her voice changed somehow, “Drew, you made her very happy. Very, very happy. She told me she felt like she was the happiest woman in the state. No,” as she glanced at her watch, “in two states by now. I’m serious, Drew; she told me it was everything she wanted, everything she’d dreamed of but never really thought possible. And she told me now she felt she could move on.”
At this Andy’s head snapped up suddenly, catching Sam’s eyes in an unguarded, unexpected moment. As his head descended back to his breakfast Sam’s eyes opened wide, her expression verging on shock. “WHOA..wait a minute, Drew, what was that? Are you telling me you’re sorry she’s gone? What’s that about? You’re not telling me you have feelings for her now, are you? Pretty late in the day, bro, if you are.”
Over the past 10 days Sam and Andy had experienced more blushes than in their entire lives, it seemed, and now it was Andy’s turn. As he coloured, as his his head lifted to face his sister, she knew instantly that she was right, that she had hit a nerve. “Oh…my…god,” she uttered, barely above a whisper. “Now what?” This entire enterprise had been a one-of, she thought, “pimping for her brother”, as she and Julie had laughed. Was she not pimp? Had she become a matchmaker instead? She looked back at Andy. “What do we do now?”
“What do you mean ‘do’? What do you mean ‘we’?”
“I mean, if you have feelings for Julie, you…we…she have to deal with them. I mean, you’ve never really had a crush on anyone before have you?”
Responding to her bluntness, her honesty, feeling more vulnerable to his sister than he’d ever felt, he replied “I’m not sure it’s a crush, Sammy. I’m worried it might be more than that.”
“‘Worried’? What do you mean ‘worried’? If you’ve got feelings it’s a gift. Maybe it’s finding someone you’re meant to find.”
“And what about her?” he asked, “I’ve ignored, or never saw, her feelings for me, right? This whole thing was to help her with closure, wasn’t it? To help her move on? What if she’s moved on?”
“She crushed on you for over six or seven years; I’m sure that didn’t disappear when she flew out of the state. You need to think about this, Drew, you need to really think about it and let your feelings tell you what they want.”
“Are you a nurse or are you a psychologist?”
Sam laughed out loud, relieving the tension in the room, and said “nurses need to be a bit of both, definitely. They don’t really teach it to us, but we certainly learn it on the wards.” And with that they redirected their attention to their breakfast and finished in companionable silence.
Their Saturday progressed surprisingly normally after that, a few small chores done, Sam doing some weeding in the garden and then heading off to a tennis date with one of her nursing classmates, Andy tinkering with his truck as per his normal weekend routine and then prepping dinner for them. Almost unconsciously they busied themselves with their activities to distract themselves from the weekend’s events, from their morning’s discussion. Each somehow knew that they had best leave their thoughts and feelings to develop, almost at an unconscious level.
But each was surprised to feel their unconscious make itself known, each reminding them of a vague dream during their sleep. Sam remembered her brother’s touch, how their bodies fit together perfectly, his hardness pressing against her. For his part Andy began to remember two bodies, memories of wiry and smooth hair, strawberry and lemon fragrances, full breasts and pert ones and as the memories began to sort themselves he felt his heart rate rise, his temperature rise. Finally, as Sam returned from her tennis date and before she could head to the shower he intercepted her. “What’s up?” she asked.
“Where did…ummm…where did you sleep last night?” he asked, somehow anticipating her reply.
She hesitated, fiddled with her racquet, and tugged first at her shirt and then at her shorts, suddenly bashful, and said, staring at the floor, “I, umm, I slept with Julie…and you.” Suddenly she felt a compulsion to explain, “I don’t know why, Drew, but I was almost pulled into the room. You know, it wasn’t just Julie’s account of your night that I…ummm…knew. I heard you and her, ummm, you and her, well, making love, Drew. It was an amazing turn on. I don’t know why and I hardly knew what I was doing, but I just had to sleep in that bed.” And with that she looked up, both realizing that now it was Sam who was showing her vulnerability.
At that Andy reached out, took his sister into his embrace, breathed deeply of her sweat-dampened hair still redolent of lemons, and knew that it hadn’t been a dream, knew that it was his sister’s body that had so perfectly conformed to his the night before. A light kiss to her hair, his acceptance confirmed, any absolution granted, and Sam headed to her shower.
He returned to the garage and pretended to fiddle with his truck’s engine, his real purpose being to process what he had just learned, realizing it hadn’t been a dream. Two women. Amazing, unprecedented feelings toward each. How to understand those feelings? Where to go with them? He began to understand that this was far beyond any capacity of his own to understand. He realized that he needed to talk to someone and he knew just as quickly that there was only one person he could discuss all of this with. And she was in the shower. He began to think more about it; surely the questions to be asked, to be discussed, perhaps to be answered or at least understood, were so profound that he knew he couldn’t suddenly burst out with them. He knew he had to begin the conversation by allusion. He knew that she might try and avoid the discussion, the subject, the profound implications. He understood that this could not be an effort at persuasion, a talk masking an attempted seduction. He loved her too much to allow that. As he sat in the garage a plan began to emerge. And now it was time for his shower.
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