Chapitre 1391: MAKING IT WORK
I'm not sure exactly when it was I realized my step-father didn't think of me as his kid. I had always considered him to be my dad since he had been around since I was a baby and I never knew my real father. At some point though it started becoming more and more obvious to me that the feeling was not completely mutual. Not that he ever treated me badly growing up or anything, but there were little things that bothered me at times.
It was particularly clear to me when I watched him interact with my younger sister Julie, who recently turned eighteen. She was my half-sister really, but again she had always been a sister to me and that was the way I saw her. When he talked to her there was an obvious affection in his voice and in his eyes that I had never received.
If Julie and me hadn't gotten along the way we did I think it may have become a serious problem. As it was though I couldn't find it in me to resent her. Much like me she considered me to be her brother regardless of what our actual genes were and never made so much as an offhand remark about our parentage.
Which is not to say we didn't ever fight. I don't think anyone who grew up with one or more siblings can honestly say they have never fought about anything. The difference to me was that there was never any serious problem between us that lasted for any great length of time.
Possibly our closeness actually bothered dad because as we grew older he became more and more 'concerned' about us spending too much time together. We were absolutely not allowed to sleep in the same room and even if we did something like stay up late watching a movie he would stay up too until we went to bed despite it making him cranky the next day.
I didn't understand what that was all about until I was probably about sixteen or seventeen. To me of course Julie was not just another girl, but I don't think dad realized that. He didn't consider us true siblings and so he assumed that was the way we thought as well.
In my last year of high school dad mentioned me moving out quite frequently. When I decided to go to the local university however mom overruled him as she usually did when things got too out of hand between us. He grudgingly relented but started keeping an even closer eye on me. Things were only getting worse between us and I knew it was just a matter of time before something happened to really piss him off.
Surprisingly it all came down to an unfortunate choice of outfit from my sister. Julie had gone out shopping earlier that day, apparently to buy more clothing for herself despite already having what I considered a more than sufficient wardrobe. I was sitting in my room messing around on my computer when she walked in to show off her favourite purchase.
"You like my new skirt?" she asked.
I had to turn around to see her and as I did she did a twirl to show it off to me.
"It's okay I guess. I don't know where you think you're going to wear something that short though," I answered.
The edge of the skirt only came down about an inch or two past her butt and I knew dad would have a fit about her wearing it around the house, let alone anywhere else. I wasn't particularly happy about the idea of her wearing it around random guys either when it came right down to it.
"It's for just in case," Julie shrugged. "Never know when I might need something sexy. Besides, I'm old enough I can wear what I want."
"That's what you think."
"Oh right, what are you going to do about it?" she challenged me with a raised eyebrow.
Thinking she made her point Julie turned to leave and as she did I grabbed her wrist and pulled her back toward my bed. As she recovered her balance I quickly moved between her and the doorway, blocking her exit.
"What you think I can't stop you?" I asked.
She smirked and tried to walk past me but I gave her a gentle shove back.
"Hey, let me out," she demanded, with a hint of a giggle creeping into her voice.
"Tell me you won't wear that skirt," I countered.
Julie shook her head defiantly and tried to lunge past me but I grabbed her and started mercilessly tickling her sides where I knew she was most vulnerable.
"Lemme go you jerk," she shrieked, pounding ineffectually at my shoulder.
"You promise?"
"Okay okay, argh, stop it," she said breathlessly as I finally relented.
As soon as I let go Julie made another dash for the hallway. I just barely managed to catch her around the waist and spun around to toss her on the bed. She propped herself up on her elbows and grinned at me as I smiled cautiously back, waiting for her next move.
Her skirt had pulled up when she landed on the bed and the bottom of her panties was clearly visible. That fact barely registered to me until I heard the strangled sound of someone clearing their throat behind me. Then I knew I was in trouble.
"What the hell is going on?" demanded our father, slowly enunciating every word.
"Just messing around," I said, stepping back from the bed.
"I was just showing him my new-" Julie started.
"Julie, out," he said, cutting her off.
"Daddy," she protested.
"Julie!"
She stood up and made her way past me, tossing me a worried glance as she went. She knew as well as I did that I would be catching some flak for this one, never mind how innocent it actually had been.
"I want you out of this house," he told me as soon as Julie was out of earshot.
"Oh for fuck's sake," I said, not bothering to watch my language. "You know we weren't doing anything right?"
"You have a week," he said, ignoring me completely.
"Fine whatever. Might even be nice not to have you looking over my shoulder all the time. You never trusted me at all, did you?"
"One week," he repeated and stalked away.
"Makes me wonder how you'd treat Julie if she weren't yours either," I called after him, baiting him purposefully.
He looked like he was going to stop for a second, but shrugged it off and continued downstairs.
I sighed and flopped down on my bed, staring up at the ceiling. It had been coming for a long time but I still hadn't expected to have to leave so suddenly. I didn't even have clue about trying to find somewhere else to live. I almost didn't even notice Julie quietly reenter the room after a few minutes.
"Sorry," she apologized as she sat down beside me. "I didn't mean for that to happen. I thought he was still outside."
She had changed out of her skirt and into a pair of jeans, probably for the best.
"It's not your fault, it would have happened eventually anyway," I said. "You heard the whole exchange I take it."
"Yeah," she nodded. "But I think me and mom can still get him to change his mind after he cools off."
"Thanks Julie, but it's only going to get worse if I stay around," I said. "Might not be such a bad thing for me to get out of here anyway."
"Oh," she said, sounding disappointed. "Well, if you think it would be better that way...."
She slid toward the edge of the bed as if to leave.
"Hey, that's not what I mean. I'm not going to be that far away, we'll still be able to see each other. And when we do we won't have to worry about him watching us."
"I guess," she agreed reluctantly. "But it won't be the same, I'll still want you to be here."
"I know, but I think we just have to deal with it. It'll be okay," I promised.
****
In the end I stayed just over another two weeks. Mom refused to let dad kick me out until I had somewhere to go and in fact almost certainly would have made him change his stance completely if I hadn't convinced her not to bother. If I didn't leave then something else would no doubt come up to get him pissed off all over again. I really was tired of his constantly monitoring me.
I managed to find a decent apartment, lucked out really considering I had no idea what I was doing. It was small but relatively cheap and I wouldn't have to put up with a roommate. It was even within decent walking distance of home which meant that it wouldn't much of a problem for Julie to come over.
A few days after I had settled in she did just that.
"Why is mom talking about you dropping out of university," were the first words out of her mouth as I opened the door.
"Fine thanks, how are you?" I responded sarcastically.
Julie shot me a look like she wasn't in the mood as she brushed past me into the apartment.
"Alright, alright," I sighed. "Look, I need to pay for this place and I'm just not up to working and going to classes at the same time. Plus paying for said classes at the same time."
"That's no excuse, our parents were still going to pay for school and the apartment."
"Oh yeah, like I'm going to take his money now," I snorted.
"It's not just him, it's mom too and she doesn't want to see you working some crap minimum wage job. Hurts her enough that you and dad can't get along."
I knew mom would be upset about my decision but I hadn't expected Julie to care so much. I could tell by the way she stood that she was prepared to argue this with me as long as it took.
"Look, it's not-" I started.
"At least do it for me," she interrupted.
We stared at each other for several long moments in silent defiance. As I knew would happen right from the beginning I blinked first, so to speak, and turned my head away.
"Please," she pleaded softly.
She walked into my opened arms and hugged me tightly as I returned the embrace more out of reflex than anything.
"Dammit Julie," I whispered. "You know it's hard for me to say no to you."
"I know. It's better this way though, you'll see."
She looked up at me from her two inch disadvantage in height and gave me a tentative smile. I shook my head in exasperation, more at myself than at her, and shoved her lightly away. Her grin grew more confident as she realized that I wasn't really mad at her and she turned away to study the apartment.
"It's not a bad place is it?" she remarked.
"No, it's pretty good."
Julie flopped down on the couch and I moved to sit on the opposite end.
"He didn't want me coming to see you," she said, in reference to our father no doubt. "I'm getting really tired of his problems with you, I'd like to be able to see my brother without having to get written permission first."
She propped her feet up across my lap and I idly lay my hand on her lower leg, letting my finger trace patterns on her skin.
"Sometimes I think he just gets jealous really easy, like he doesn't want you showing affection to any other guys," I mused. "Remember that time you tried bringing your boyfriend home?"
"Yeah," she nodded thoughtfully. "He didn't like that much either."
"Anyway, how're things going other than that?" I asked, deciding it was time to change the subject.
"Pretty good I guess, nothing big happening recently."
We talked a while longer about nothing in particular before Julie eventually had to leave. It seemed unwise to both of us for her to stay too long without a cover story. She promised she would come visit me more when she got the opportunity.
****
It was actually almost three weeks before Julie came over again. As before she didn't bother to call ahead of time, she just showed up at my door again. After greeting me she immediately lay down across the length of my couch with a groan. I smiled in amusement and perched myself on the arm.
"Problems?" I inquired simply.
"Ugh, yeah. Frigging school," she muttered. "Actually, frigging everything as long as I'm at it. You ever have times when everything goes shitty all at once?"
"I believe the process is known as 'being a teenager' in some circles."
"Not helping," Julie said, rolling her eyes at me. "And I thought I was over that, eighteen hardly even counts as being a teenager."
"Eight-teen, teen-ager," I said, exaggerating the syllables. "That's kinda how it goes."
"Whatever."
Julie flipped onto her stomach, perhaps to demonstrate her distaste of my advice thus far.
"It's bad then is it?" I asked a little more sympathetically.
I moved around the couch and sat down on the edge of the middle cushion.
"Not really, not when I think about it," she said eventually. "That's the problem with thinking about things too much; makes me feel like the stuff I care about isn't that important."
"Mmm, it's tricky that way," I agreed.
I started rubbing her back as we talked. Even just applying gentle pressure I could feel how tense her muscles were.
"Anything I can help with?" I asked.
"No, not really," she sighed. "Just felt like talking to someone, don't know why. It's not like there's much you could do."
"Especially when you don't tell me anything specific," I hinted, wondering if there actually was something I could do that she was hesitant to tell me about.
Julie was silent for a few minutes and I continued to simply rub her back for a while since it seemed to be helping somewhat.
"I probably gotta go home soon," she mumbled eventually, clearly not wanting to move.
She stretched out beneath my hands as though preparing to get up, but then settled back in.
"You could stay if you want you know," I offered.
"Oh?" She turned her head and gave me a funny look.
"You'd have to sleep on the couch though," I continued.
"Mmm, I could be okay with that. It's kinda nice right here." I didn't think she was referring to the couch so much but I let it slide. "I don't know if I could get away with it though."
"So what, you have to start living your own life at some point. As rebellions go, it's not that big a deal."
"That's just how it starts. First I stay at some boy's place for the night, tomorrow I'll have a tattoo. By next week I'll passing out drunk every night."
"You might look good with a tattoo though," I mused.
"Okay, okay," she giggled. "But we're gonna have to order pizza or something; I'm hungry and I don't trust your cooking. Or mine for that matter."
"Just as well, I've been living off cereal and sandwiches the past few weeks."
As I got up to find my phone I wondered why exactly I had offered to let Julie spend the night. Not that I wouldn't like having her over, but I knew it could easily cause more problems for us.
****
I got Julie set up on the couch for the night, giving her a blanket and the spare pillow off my bed. I honestly didn't know how comfortable it would be for her but I assumed she would let me know in the morning. If it was too uncomfortable I would probably hear her complaining long before that actually, given the small size of the apartment.
Sometime in the middle of the night I woke up needing to use the bathroom. With my sleep fogged brain I actually managed to forget that Julie was even there until I heard a small noise from the couch on my way back to my room. Realizing I shouldn't have flushed the toilet with my sister sleeping so nearby I walked over to check on her.
Fortunately she was still sleeping, or at least I was reasonably certain she was. Her eyes remained closed as I watched her from over the back of the couch and her breathing was about as regular as could be expected. It had been a long time since I had seen Julie sleeping, outside of a few seconds every now and then when I had to go wake her up. She looked so beautiful, so peaceful, lying there with only her chest moving as she breathed.
I jerked my head away as I realized what I was thinking. I did my best to keep thoughts like that out of my head but I wasn't perfect. Deep down I suspected that what really bugged me about dad's accusations was that I worried he might be right.
It had nothing to do with Julie not being my full biological sister though, that remained irrelevant to me. She would always be my sister and I would always love her as a sister; if I had anything to do with it that would never change. Sometimes though, like that night, I got a feeling like there was something more between us, even if I wasn't sure what.
I sighed heavily and sat down in front of the couch, leaning my back up against it. At least having the apartment meant Julie and I could get some time alone without having to worry about not getting too close. I hated having to constantly be aware of what was going on around us when we spent time together.
"What ya doing?" Julie mumbled sleepily from behind me.
She must have just awakened, but I didn't know if it was because of me or simple coincidence.
"Nothing, just thinking. Go back to sleep," I said.
She didn't say anything else but I did feel her fingers run clumsily through my hair and then down to my shoulder. The next thing I knew she was slipping head-first off the couch and across my legs before sitting up and clutching me possessively like a big teddy bear. Wearing only my boxers I felt a worrying amount of bare flesh slide against my own as she settled in. I did feel the material of her bra against my chest though, so I guessed she must at least still have her underwear on.
"I meant go back to sleep where you were," I said as I wrapped my arms around her waist almost automatically.
"What were you thinking about?" Julie asked, ignoring me completely.
"I don't know, just stuff," I said evasively.
"Thinking about me?"
Sitting out by the couch like I was it was pretty obvious that I must have been thinking about her at least a little bit, why else would I be out there? Besides which, the feeling of her hair moving against my shoulder was getting quite distracting and I doubted I would be able to lie convincingly anyway.
"Yeah," I grunted.
"I think about you sometimes too," she whispered. "'Specially tonight, sleeping on your couch. It's different than at home you know, even though our rooms were right next to each other."
"It is a little different," I added absently.
My hands had minds of their own, wanting desperately to feel more of that smooth, perfect skin that lay beneath them. Julie continued speaking, oblivious, or perhaps not so oblivious, to my growing discomfort.
"It's hard not to think about it isn't it? Almost impossible when dad keeps acting so suspicious of us, can't keep my mind from going there."
She pushed herself back from me slightly to look at me seriously for a moment.
"It wouldn't be so bad would it? I mean not that we... not us necessarily. But just being with someone you know loves you, someone you trust. Why's it have to be such a bad thing?"
"I don't know," I answered truthfully. "But that's how some relationships are seen. They're so often labelled as wrong that even if the two people involved really love each other, no one cares."
"Do you think it's wrong?"
She asked the question so quietly with her head once again buried in my upper chest that I barely heard it.
Had any other person asked me I would most likely have said of course it was wrong without a second thought. I was so used to denying any inappropriate feelings between my sister and I that wouldn't have taken the chance of doing otherwise. With Julie though, with her I felt safe talking about it. And there was no doubt in my mind that she was looking for an honest answer from me.
"It's not wrong Julie, not always," I said.
"Good."
She turned on my lap until she was straddling my legs instead of sitting across them. I jumped slightly as I felt her hand on my semi-hard cock over top of my boxers.
"What are you doing?" I demanded, grabbing her wrist almost instantly.
"It's been poking me in the butt for a few minutes now," she said. "You told me it was okay."
"That's not what I said. It's more complicated than that."
"So how come it's okay for you to feel me up but I can't touch you?"
I wouldn't have called it feeling her up, but I couldn't help enjoying the sensation of her mostly naked body against me. I thought I had been doing a pretty good job keeping my hands mostly in the same place on her back.
Julie jerked her arm free from my grasp as I hesitated. Almost instantly I felt her delicate fingers return to my increasingly full erection. She pulled my cock free from my boxers before I could manage to grab her wrist once again.A smile crept onto her face that I had no difficulty recognizing; it was nearly the same smile she had when she had shown me her new skirt those few weeks past. It was a game to her now, and this time she knew she was winning. I didn't really want to stop her and my responses to her actions were getting slower and slower.
I grabbed her other hand as she made a predictable move with it and held them both out to the side. Instead of simply wrestling them back from me, Julie shifted her weight onto her knees and shoved her panty covered crotch directly against mine. I groaned in both pleasure and defeat as she ground against me roughly.
"You're not gonna win this one," she told me.
"I know."
I hadn't been ready for this, and I clearly hadn't thought it out nearly as much as my sister had. Nevertheless now that it was happening it wasn't exactly what I would call an ordeal.
Releasing Julie's arms I returned my hands to their comfortable positions on her back. I wasn't nearly so concerned about keeping them stationary anymore and let them roam freely over the area between her bra and panties.
Julie hadn't settled back down when I let go of her wrists and continued grinding steadily on me. I didn't know what material her panties were made of except that they felt really good, slippery but with enough friction that it wasn't all a waste of time.
"God that feels good," I breathed.
"Mmm, it does," she whispered back, her eyes half closed.
I reached up and stroked her cheek, partially just to make sure I had her attention.
"You know I love you right?" I asked once she focused on me.
"Of course I know that," she replied as if it was obvious.
"I just want to make sure you know... it's not that I didn't want this."
She smiled at me and leaned in close.
"I understand. It's not like it was easy for me to figure out."
Then she kissed me. Her lips were so soft on mine, so loving, that I temporarily lost interest in everything else. We barely moved for a long moment and I felt as though I could be perfectly happy just sitting there with her forever.
She pulled away from me finally, her eyes seeming to glow even in the darkened room. Her hand returned to my cock unopposed now that I had no intention of resisting her further. I sighed happily at the sensation of her delicate fingers applying pressure that far outmatched what she had been able to manage by grinding her crotch against me.
"I imagined how it might happen so many times," she told me quietly. "But it's so different from what I thought. So much more real. Almost feels like a dream though, in some ways," she added.
"Don't usually have dreams this good."
Julie gave me a crooked smile for that, then leaned forward to kiss me again. I bit down gently on her bottom lip and heard her let out a faint moan in response. Her fingers curled more tightly around my straining erection as our mouths duelled, her hand moving purposefully toward my release.
I felt my orgasm approaching rapidly and tried to pull my head away long enough to give her a little warning. Julie wasn't having any of that though and followed me dedicatedly until the back of my head hit the couch cushion. Despite that she didn't seem at all surprised when my cum began spurting out onto her exposed stomach. The only indication she had noticed at all was the small sound she made, almost like a satisfied purr.
When I finished she brought her hand up to her face, examining the semen that had landed on it, then wiped it off on my boxers. Rearranging herself into a more comfortable position she settled in against me with her head resting against my shoulder. I was starting to get uncomfortable sitting on the floor but I wasn't ready to get up just yet and assumed that she would move in a few minutes anyway, so I let her be. Instead we fell asleep where we were.
****
The phone rang the next morning at what felt like an ungodly early hour. Judging by the sunlight coming through the window though it was probably quite a bit later than it seemed to me.
Luckily I had left my phone on the table beside the couch last night, just barely within my reach. Julie was still occupying my lap and I don't think I would have woken her up for anything short of a fire.
"Hello?" I said groggily.
"Is your sister there?"
It actually took me a second to recognize my mother's voice on the other end. There was a note of urgency in her tone that I didn't often hear from her, and not even bothering to greet me properly was almost unheard of.
"Uh, yeah."
"Well, your father just left here, he thinks she's at your place. It would probably be best if he didn't find her there."
For all that she didn't like to admit that there were problems in our family, mom was well aware of them and tried her best to smooth things over where possible. I didn't want to imagine what would happen if dad found Julie here, particularly only half dressed with my cum still drying on her skin. Not that mom could possibly know about that part, but still.
"Okay, thanks mom," I said.
Reality had burst back into the world Julie and I had created for ourselves the previous night. I loved her and I always would, but once again there were obstacles between us. We couldn't be together, not properly, it just wouldn't work. Unless we ran away somewhere, away from anyone who knew us. I considered the idea briefly as set the phone back on the table, it definitely held a certain amount of appeal.
As much as I had tried not to wake her Julie began shifting around on me, visibly beginning to wake up. Probably just as well since she had to get up soon anyway. Whether she had heard any or all of the conversation I wasn't sure.
"Hey, you should probably get up," I told her.
"Don't wanna," she mumbled.
"Dad's on his way over, thinks you're here for some reason."
"Well he's right."
Despite her protests Julie did stand up and stretched out from what I'm sure was a somewhat uncomfortable position to have spent the night in.
"How long do we have?" she asked.
"I don't know. He'll be taking his car though, so not long."
"Hmph, I won't time for a shower then," she said as she poked thoughtfully at the dried cum covering her lower stomach.
"Just throw your shirt on over it, it'll be fine. It's been there a few hours already."
"Yeah, I guess."
I watched as she put on her clothes that she had left folded carefully on the floor beside the couch. She seemed to take a little longer pulling her jeans up over her ass than necessary, probably for my benefit.
Once she was dressed I walked her to the door and she turned around just before we got there to hug me. It was a completely normal hug, the same as she would have given me any other time before. Somehow though it mostly reminded me of how much more familiar I was with her body now.
After Julie was gone I threw on a t-shirt and waited. It was only maybe five minutes later when the insistent knocking started signalling the arrival of our father. It was good thing she left when she did. I sighed and tried to keep my expression as neutral as possible while I opened the door.
"What are you doing here?" I asked, predictably finding my father on the other side.
It was somewhat difficult trying to look sleepy, surprised, and suspicious all at once. Fortunately I don't think he was even paying attention to me.
"Where's Julie?" he demanded.
"I dunno, at home? Or no wait, at school I guess," I said, glancing at the lone clock in the room.
"She didn't come home last night, don't think I didn't notice."
He pushed past me into the apartment, looking around wildly as though sheer determination would make her appear.
"No please, come in," I mumbled sarcastically, leaning against the wall without bothering to shut the door.
Not being a big apartment I knew it wouldn't take him long to search it. I didn't particularly like having him looking around my room but I also didn't want to try stopping him.
Before long it became evident to him that Julie really wasn't around. I refrained from tossing him any snide remarks as he stormed out, judging by the look on his face he may even have been more angry not to find her there than if he had.
Alone at last I went into my bedroom and flopped down wearily on my bed. So much seemed to have changed in my life just from one event the previous night. Julie and I needed to talk about it at some point, that was pretty clear to me, but I didn't know when we would next get a chance to be together. She already had to be careful about spending too much time with me and now even more care was needed.
I chuckled softly as I realized dad may have been right about us all along. Although since it was at least partially his fault for putting the idea in our heads, maybe it didn't count.
I sighed as I heard someone knocking on my door for the second time that morning. It didn't sound like dad returning, the knocking was much too gentle for that, but I couldn't think who else it would be.
"It's open," I called, not caring enough to get up.
It was Julie. I should have known because, really, who else was it going to be?
"I thought you left," I said as she made her way into the room.
"Yeah, but I came back," she said, stating the obvious for me.
"Don't you have school or something to be at?"
"Don't you?"
"...okay, I'm prepared to concede the point."
Julie giggled softly and climbed on the bed with me. I was still lying on my back with my legs dangling off the end and she sat down right next to my head. Lifting it up slightly she scooted underneath so that my head rested on her lap when she released it.
"That's kinda nice," I said as she toyed idly with my hair.
"Mm-hm," she replied, paying more attention to getting my hair in order than to me.
Looking up gave me a decent view of the underside of her breasts, what there was to see through her shirt anyway.
"We need to stop this," I said eventually, not quite summoning enough willpower to sit up.
"Why?" she asked unconcernedly.
"Because I'm in real danger of falling in love with you."
"Thought you already loved me. You told me you did last night."
"Yeah," I said, rubbing my face wearily, "but I mean, like, different love. The kind that's way too dangerous for us."
"We could make it work." She sounded absolutely confident about it, as though she held no doubts that everything would be okay. "It's hard right now, but dad promised he'd get me a car when I graduate. We could go anywhere, whenever we want. Or I could sneak over here every night if you'd rather."
"You think he won't notice?"
"Do you care?"
That was an interesting point, I really didn't care all that much what dad thought about me anymore. What he thought about Julie was a different story.
"It's not me that's the worry, it's you. I've already been kicked out."
"If it's my problem then let me take the risk if I want to," she said firmly. "Or else I'm going to have to go home and cry myself to sleep every night 'cause my brother doesn't love me."
I sighed in resignation and threw my arms open in surrender.
"Goddamn you don't play fair," I complained.
"I know," she smiled, bending over to kiss me softly on the forehead. "But at least when I play dirty it's in your interest as much as mine. Anyway, I'm gonna go borrow your shower now, still need to clean up from last night."
So saying, Julie carefully slid back off the bed and headed for my bathroom. I could hear the water running as soon as it came on and the sound quickly began conjuring images in my mind. My sister would be naked in there, naked and wet. It would be so easy just to walk in and, when I thought about it, she probably wouldn't even mind.
I resisted the urge for a little while and simply imagined what she would look like in the shower. The events of the previous night gave me a pretty good starting point, even if I hadn't seen everything.
Finally I gave in and stood up with a groan. It wasn't like Julie would mind if I perved on her a little, or at least I would find it fairly strange if she did considering recent events.
It was only when I reached the bathroom door that I realized I no could longer hear the shower running. That was somewhat weird since I didn't think she would have been done already. Shrugging to myself I opened the door anyway without bothering to knock. Julie was standing in front of the mirror wrapped in a towel and trying to straighten out her damp hair with her fingers. She didn't even turn to look at me as I entered, although that may have been because she could see me in the mirror easily enough.
"You should really learn to knock, I could've been naked in here," she chastised without looking the least bit upset.
"That's what I was going for. Since when do your showers not take forever?"
"I told you I just wanted to clean up a little. It's not like I expect to stay clean for very long."
Her reflection was making definite eye contact with me, possibly to gauge my reaction.
"That's really your own fault," I said as I moved behind her. "I at least made a token effort to stop."
"Very noble of you."
My hands went to her hips and I stood close enough to her that I brushed against her towel. I nuzzled the exposed side of her neck until she gave up pretending like she was still focused on her hair and tilted her head to give me better access.
"That's kinda nice," she said softly.
"Could be even better," I replied, reaching for the top of her towel where she had folded it together.
"Uh-uh," she said, shaking her head and intercepting my hand. "You first."
I didn't fully understand why she cared who went first, but then it didn't really matter that much to me anyway. Julie watched me in the mirror as I pulled off my shirt and boxers, even though her line of sight was blocked by her own body, until I resumed my previous position. Now fully naked with my sister covered only in a towel directly in front of me I could feel my cock hardening and pressed it gently into her butt.
"Okay now?" I asked, once again preparing to remove her towel.
She hesitated a moment but then nodded.
"Yeah, alright. Do it."
I let Julie's towel fall to the floor at our feet leaving her completely exposed in front of me. She actually looked slightly nervous as I studied her body which struck me as odd until I remembered that this was the first time she had actually been naked around me. She hadn't had much on last night but it was probably still a different experience for her.
"God you're beautiful," I breathed, attempting to reassure her.
It seemed to work as she turned around to face me with a small smile forming on her lips. Her grin grew even broader as she took in the sight of my nearly full erection pointed straight at her.
"You gonna put that in me?" she asked innocently.
"That's the idea."
I pushed her gently back against the wall and moved in close until my cock was rubbing her pussy lips every time I shifted. She reached around my neck to pull my mouth onto hers as I let my hands fall to her hips. I was as hard as I could get and it was beginning to get painful having my cock trapped between us the way it was.
"Do you want to go to the bedroom?" I suggested as we disengaged slightly.
"No," she shook her head. "We can later if you want, but here's good for now. The room's not that important."
It wasn't the most romantic of locations but if Julie didn't mind then I didn't either. I stroked her pussy a few times, then slowly pushed a finger inside her to make sure she was ready. I didn't need to worry because she was wet enough already that my finger slid in with no difficulty.
I tried to watch her face as I guided my cock to the space recently vacated by my finger but she had buried her head in my neck. She clutched me tightly and made small sounds of pleasure until finally I was buried completely within her. Only when she felt me stop moving did she look up at me through half closed eyes.
Her hips started rocking back and forth in the limited space available between my body and the wall as I bent down to kiss her again. Taking the hint I thrust back against her, doing my best to stay in synch with her movements.
I closed my eyes for a few moments concentrate purely on the feeling of the whole experience, to try and memorize every detail. This was not something I was ever going to forget regardless, but I wanted to be able to remember it as vividly as possible.
When I reopened my eyes the first thing I noticed was the look on Julie's face and I nearly stopped, thinking I was hurting her somehow. Almost immediately thought I realized that it was an expression of pleasure rather than pain.
"You cumming?" I whispered.
"Mm-hm," she confirmed after a short delay while her gaze slowly refocused on me. "That was so... different. Good though. Really, really good. Are you gonna cum soon too?"
"Why, you tired of it already?"
"No, I could do this all day. I just want to feel it inside me."
"Soon, m'almost there."
After a few moments I felt my orgasm nearing and soon my cum began shooting into Julie's waiting pussy. I slowed down my movement as I finished and finally pulled out of her and stood there unsure what to do.
"You know this is the first time I got to feel cum running out my pussy," she said idly as we watched a trickle of semen make its was down the inside of her thigh. "Makes me feel kind of sexy."
"Well don't be too sexy or I'll never let you leave," I said, only partly joking.
"I'd be okay with that," she replied.
There was a short awkward silence after that, both of us knowing that she couldn't stay all the time.
"Julie, you know that-" I started.
"I know," she interrupted. "We still have things to work out. But we can make it work, I know we can."
As she stepped into my arms and we hugged each other tightly I still wasn't as confident about our chances as she was, but I was more than willing to give it a try.
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