章 1405: FOREVER AND EVER
It was nice living on my own. It meant a certain amount of freedom and independence that I'd never experienced while I was growing up. I didn't end up getting a big apartment, or even one that was particularly far from home, but it was mine.
Of course, what with being barely a fifteen minute drive away from my family, I still saw them on a semi-regular basis. I'd go home for dinner ever now and then, or someone would stop in on their way somewhere else. My little sister Anna tended to come by more often than my parents. Mostly it was out of convenience, since my apartment was close to a fair number of places, including her school, and she didn't have a car of her own. If she wanted to go anywhere farther than she could walk, she generally had to either get a ride from someone or take the bus. She wasn't much a fan of the bus.
Anna had a habit of showing up whenever she felt like it. It was to the point where I was pretty sure the spare key I'd left with mom was essentially my sister's property by now. I'd gotten used to returning after work to find her casually lounging around on my couch or microwaving herself some food before she headed back out with her friends.
Her lack of predictability meant that it didn't surprise me in the slightest when she showed up one day out of the blue. She simply walked in and kicked off her sneakers before greeting me.
"Hey Ryan," she said. She dropped a plastic bag on the counter. "Mom sent you some stuff."
"Hey," I said back before moving to check out the bag.
I was pretty sure it'd be food. It usually was. Mom still hadn't gotten used to not having a teenage boy around to feed, and consequently made far bigger meals than she, dad, and Anna could eat. I got sent a lot of leftovers, which worked out just fine as far as I was concerned. The fact that Anna made deliveries every now and then sort of made up for her frequently raiding my fridge.
"So what are you up to?" I asked after having satisfied that the bag did, in fact, contain leftovers in Tupperware containers.
"Going out with some friends," she said. "I'm getting picked up here in... about five or ten minutes I guess. I'll get a text when they're close. Speaking of which, can I borrow twenty bucks?"
"No," I said flatly.
I knew how my sister's 'borrowing' went.
"Come on, I'll pay it back."
"Doubtful. If you do it'll just be because you con some money out of dad when you tell him I need to be reimbursed. And even if he falls for it there's still only a small chance I'd ever see the money. Shoulda just got the money from dad to begin with."
Anna shrugged. "I forgot to this morning. You wouldn't make me beg money off my friends, would you?"
"Absolutely I would. You're eighteen. You practically deserve that kind of embarrassment if you're still as financially hopeless as you are."
She stuck her tongue out at me, then sighed.
"You're kind of a meanie sometimes, you know that?"
"That's not how I'd put it. I'm trying to teach you some responsibility is all. That and I can't afford to toss money at you every time you think you need some. That's what dad's for. He hasn't learned his lesson yet."
Anna smiled a little and I couldn't help smiling too. It was a bit of a running joke between us how easily she could make dad cave on just about anything. Sure it was annoying sometimes how much he spoiled her, but to be fair she'd used her power to help me out more than once. She might have been spoiled, but at least she wasn't a brat. Well, not too much of one anyway.
"What if I trade you something for it?" she asked.
"That might work, if I thought you had anything I wanted."
She thought for a moment and occasionally glanced down at herself as though looking for inspiration. Obviously I didn't want any of her clothing or earrings or anything. Her phone was the only thing that might have some real value to me, but I knew she wouldn't give that up over twenty dollars.
"Maybe I could do something for you," she suggested.
"Like what? I mean, I have chores I could get you to do that'd be worth twenty to me, but they'd take longer to do than you have. It'd need to be something you can do in ten minutes, give or take. Face it, you're out of luck."
A look of resolve crossed her face. I tried not to show any sign of amusement, but I knew I'd pushed her buttons just right. She hated being told there was nothing she could to change a decision she didn't like. If I didn't want an argument I would have to be more delicate in saying no. In this case I was okay with it if she wanted to fight. She had to leave soon anyway.
Anna looked me dead in the eyes. I wasn't sure what she was going to say, but I was prepared for just about anything. I'd heard just about every ploy she had over the years. Somehow, she managed to surprise me with a new one.
"I could give you a blowjob," she said.
My mouth dropped open stupidly, and I couldn't form an immediate response. I assumed I'd heard wrong and tried to reprocess her words, but I'd heard right the first time.
"What?" I said.
"You heard me. That's something I could trade that would take less than ten minutes."
"Yeah, but--"
"So will you give me the money or not?"
I shook my head silently, then grabbed my wallet and pulled out a ten and a five. I needed to hit an atm soon, that was the last of my cash.
"Fifteen," I said. "That's all I have. And you better understand this nonsense isn't going to work again."
Anna shrugged. "Deal."
She took the money and shortly after she got a text from one of her friends. She wouldn't have had time for a blowjob after all, not that she ever intended to really go through with it. At least, I didn't think she would have done it. Probably.
For the rest of the evening I couldn't help wondering in the back of my head what she would have done if I had called her bluff.
****
The next time I saw my sister was on the weekend. I was going to my parents' house for supper, and ended up getting assigned to pick Anna up from a friend's house on the way. I'd mostly forgotten the whole 'blowjob' thing at that point.
I pulled into the driveway at the address she'd given me and sent her a quick text to let her know I was there. I could have gone in, and maybe it would have been faster, but she actually didn't take all that long coming out to meet me. I'd driven off without her one time when she took too long. She'd been cautious about messing with me when I was giving her a ride ever since then.
We exchanged greetings and Anna put on her seat belt as I pulled back onto the road. Partway into the trip she dug into her pocket and handed me a pair of bills.
"Here's your money back," she said.
I snuck a quick look at her, but she was showing no indication that it was a trick.
"Thanks," I said, looking at the money just long enough to confirm it was indeed fifteen dollars just like I'd given her.
"Didn't expect that, did you?"
"No, I honestly didn't. Dad?"
"Dad."
I nodded, satisfied that the world was still running more or less as it should. Getting paid back by my sister was uncommon, but not unheard of.
"As long as you're not actually giving blowjobs for money, I guess it's all good," I said.
"You don't think I'd really do that, do you?"
Anna didn't sound offended, but she could be masking it. Mostly she sounded genuinely curious. I wasn't sure why I'd thought it was a good idea to bring the subject back up.
"No, I don't think you would. I was pretty sure it was just a way for you to scam me."
"Wasn't a scam. I would have done something for you. Just like I said I would. I only gave that example 'cause you were being difficult. It wouldn't have been my first choice."
I frowned and tried to keep my eyes on the road. I kind of wished I wasn't driving so I could watch my sister more closely as we talked. It was hard to figure out what game she was playing.
"So you might have sucked me off," I said slowly. "If we had agreed on it and everything. Is that what you're saying?"
"You did something for me, I would have done something for you. That's all. I think you're reading too much into this."
"Okay, maybe I am. But ignoring that issue for the moment... there's no way you'd actually do it. Like, there's no way."
Anna's eyes flashed in that same determined way they had last time we'd discussed the issue.
"Try me," she said.
Fortunately I was saved from having to figure out how to respond by finally reaching our parents' house. Anna didn't try to force any further conversation before we got out of my car, and I doubted she'd bring it up while there was a chance mom or dad might hear. She might have been stubborn, but she wasn't stupid.
****
I stuck around for a while after supper. I didn't want it to look like I specifically wanted to talk to Anna, so when she vanished into her room I waited a while before following her. She didn't have her door closed, so I didn't even have to knock before walking in. She could see the doorway from where she was anyway, so it wasn't like I was sneaking up on her.
She was lying on her bed with one of her school books in front of her. The book was undoubtedly part of a pretense that she was doing homework or something. Every now and then our parents tried to take an interest in her studies. It never lasted long, nor was it ever all that effective.
Anna also had music playing and was busy texting on her phone when I found her. I suspected if one of our parents had walked by the phone wouldn't have been anywhere they could see it. I wasn't sure how she'd known it was me, unless she was really good at distinguishing footsteps, which was possible.
"What's up?" she asked. "Thought you woulda left by now."
"Yeah, I stuck around a little longer than usual. I kinda feel like we needed to talk more."
"What about?"
I rolled my eyes at her feigned ignorance. She knew what I meant. I checked the hallway just to be sure we were alone, then closed the door.
"Look, I don't know what--"
"Are you gonna ask for a blowjob?" Anna interrupted.
"Um, no. That was not what I was getting at."
"Okay. So what's the problem then?"
"You know, you're being incredibly frustrating."
Anna grinned. "Thanks."
"Whatever. I tried. If you've got issues, you'll just have to work them out with someone else. Or repress them. Your choice."
I left feeling slightly annoyed, and I wasn't entirely sure why. I wasn't even certain what I'd hoped to accomplish. Anna was messing with my head, that was all. I should have known better than to let her get to me.
****
That was the end of any inappropriate discussions between me and my sister for a while. She still showed up at my place sometimes, and I still gave her the occasional ride, and that was about it. Not a single one of our conversations gave me any cause for concern. Life was normal, if only temporarily.
I came home one evening to find Anna sprawled across my couch watching Netflix. Mom and dad didn't have it, so she'd occasionally come watch some stuff at my place, particularly if she just needed to kill some time before going out again.
"Hey, little sis," I said. "What'd you make me for supper?"
I lifted her legs and sat down, letting her legs come back down to rest across my lap. She only spared me a brief glance during the whole process.
"Brought some leftovers that mom sent. I can heat something up out of that if you really want."
"Nah, don't worry about it. You're probably headed out soon anyway, right?"
She shrugged. "Got no plans. Things got canceled."
"Oh."
It wasn't like Anna went out every night, even if it felt that way at times. I usually found it safe enough to plan on her not sticking around too long.
"Did you already eat?" I asked.
"It's not even six yet."
"I was just asking. I didn't know if you were staying for supper or what. You haven't really told me anything, you know?"
I punctuated my point by raking a fingernail over the bottom of her foot. She squeaked indignantly and pulled her foot away from my hand.
"Well I might stay, if you're not gonna be too much of a meanie. It probably is just gonna be heated up leftovers though, isn't it?"
"Maybe. That'd be easiest."
"Do you at least have any ice cream or something?"
"I might be able to hook you up. What's in it for me?"
I regretted the question as soon as I said it. I wasn't even sure where it had come from. By the time I remembered what had happened last time we'd been in a similar situation, it was too late.
Anna gave me an amused look. She pulled herself up into a sitting position, crossing her legs and not quite facing me directly.
"Are you looking for something in particular?" she asked.
"Sorry, I didn't mean it like that. I just... dammit, I don't even know. There's some ice cream in the freezer if you want some. Whatever."
"Ryan, don't get all embarrassed on me. What are you so worried about?"
"Nothing. Just thinking about, you know, that conversation we had."
"I know, me too. I thought that was obvious."
"Come on, Anna. You wouldn't do it, we both know that. I'm sorry I keep bringing it up. I don't even know why."
Actually, not that I'd admit it, but what I really didn't understand is why I was practically daring her to prove me wrong. I'd done it before, and I was doing it again. Even if it had been a bluff all along, as it had to have been, challenging her so directly could go very badly.
"So ask," she said in a low, dangerous voice. "Prove me wrong."
She stared at me intently, her body seemingly relaxed even though I could tell she as tense as I was. My next words would be important and should have been chosen carefully. However, I wasn't thinking straight enough for a moment of such magnitude.
"Fine," I said, staring right back at he. "Give me a blowjob."
Anna didn't so much as blink.
"Ask nicely."
"Please give me a blowjob."
Our eyes remained locked on each other for another second or two, then abruptly my sister unfolded her legs and hopped off the couch. She knelt on the floor between my feet and reached toward my waist. As I watched in stunned silence she undid my belt, then paused.
"Stand up for a sec," she said.
I did as she asked, waiting for her to give. I was hoping she was just waiting for me to chicken out first, and I had to play along until she did. Her nimble fingers had my pants undone and pulled down to my ankles in short order, leaving only my boxers between her and my cock.
Embarrassingly, I was starting to get hard. It was only a reaction to the situation, I told myself. Obviously my body couldn't be expected to recognize that the girl kneeling in front of me was my little sister. It was only doing what it was designed for. Still, it was awkward as hell to be getting an erection in front of Anna like that. I hoped she'd surrender soon and admit that she wouldn't go through with it.
Unfortunately she was showing no sign of giving in. I felt her tugging on my boxers and, as if in slow motion, they began to slide down my legs. If I'd thought getting an erection as bad before, now it was worse. There was nothing left to cover it and it just kept getting harder.
"You can sit down now," Anna said.
I followed instruction numbly and sat back on the couch. I scooted my butt closer to the edge without really knowing why I would do that. It wasn't like I had any intention of actively facilitating the situation. All I needed to do was wait until she admitted defeat, despite how I was beginning to worry that it wouldn't happen.
Anna leaned in closer, close enough that I could feel her warm breath on my cock. I had to close my eyes to avoid freaking out. There was no way I could be letting this happen, but it couldn't be a dream or anything either. It was way too real.
My sister's fingers brushed my shaft, just barely making contact, but it was still enough to make me flinch. I opened my eyes again to find that she was staring fixedly at my nearly-full erection. Her fingers traced its length a few times before wrapping around it in a light grip. I hated that it felt amazing.
"You're really doing this," I said.
"Told you. You should know better than to doubt me."
She smiled up at me, just the slightest hint of smugness evident in her face. I hadn't noticed before, but from the way she was leaning toward me I could kind of see down her shirt. I'd known my sister had boobs, but it had always been the sort of thing I knew on a distant, intellectual level. For possibly the first time ever I was forced into the realization that she had some genuinely attractive qualities, physically speaking. They weren't all canceled out by virtue of her being my sister.
Her hand stroked my cock slowly, giving me plenty of time to adjust to the feeling. I still had the chance to stop everything before it went any further, if I wanted to. The problem was that I didn't know if there was any reason to at that point. She was already jerking me off, it wasn't like it could get much worse. Plus, if I was being honest, I wasn't sure I wanted to stop it.
"That... actually kind of feels nice," I said.
"Good. It's supposed to."
I tried to relax and just enjoy the situation. Morally speaking it was pretty bad, but otherwise... well, it could have been much worse. It hadn't been a lie when I told Anna that what she was doing felt good. I was just starting to settle into the handjob I was getting when my sister moved her mouth closer to my cock. Somehow I'd forgotten that I was actually meant to be getting a blowjob. She had obviously remembered.
Anna's tongue flicked out and licked from halfway up my shaft to the very tip. She did the same thing a couple more times, watching my reaction closely. I was too overwhelmed and confused to give her much of one, but she seemed satisfied.
With agonizing care, she slowly engulfed the tip of my cock between her lips. It seemed so crazy that my little sister had actually taken me in her mouth, and yet at the same not so crazy. For whatever reason, as she took me deeper and deeper it all began to feel right. Logically I knew the moral issues hadn't gone away, but it no longer felt wrong. It just felt good.
I put a hand on the back of Anna's head. I didn't try to force her, or even guide her, it was just to tell her I liked what she was doing. She didn't so much as hesitate or look up at me, but I could have sworn she smiled, just for a second. Granted, it was hard to tell when her mouth was otherwise occupied.
Anna bobbed her head on my cock for a while, working me deeper until I could feel the back of her throat. Her tongue moved around my shaft more or less at random, and sometimes she'd hold her head still for a moment and just lick me. Other times she pulled her head back until only an inch or two was still in her mouth and jerk me off a little with her hand. It seemed kind of like she was experimenting and trying to figure out what worked best. Whatever the case, she was getting results.
My little sister was going to make me cum. It was just one more unbelievable realization on top of all the others. There was no way I could resist, and in fact I didn't even want to resist. Her fingers, her lips, her tongue, they were all making me feel way too good.
"Fuuuck," I breathed as I felt my orgasm building.
Anna took her mouth off of my cock just for a moment, taking over with her hand as she did.
"Are you close?" she asked.
I nodded and had to fight the urge to push her back into position. I needed her warm, wet mouth on me in way that was far too scary for my liking. She shouldn't have been able to take control of me to that extent. Although, seeing as how I was on the verge of cumming, it probably wasn't all that significant. I wasn't fully in command of my body at that point.It didn't take much more work on Anna's part before I was cumming in her mouth. She didn't seem to have any problem with that and made no move to pull away the whole time. She just swallowed everything I gave her until I was finished.
After it was over I leaned back limply against the couch and tried not think too much about what had just happened. Anna appeared unfazed. She examined her fingers, then wiped her lips with the back of her hand, presumably to make sure she didn't have any of my cum on her. As far as I could tell she was spotless.
"I'm gonna go clean up," she said, despite the fact that there was no need.
She got up and went to the bathroom which, given the size of my apartment, wasn't all that far away. I could hear her running water from where I sat, but I mostly ignored it. I was more concerned with summoning the motivation to get dressed again before she came back. It turned out I had plenty of time, and it didn't occur to me until later to wonder what had taken her so long in the bathroom.
Anna eventually made it back. We had both straightened out our clothing, and her hair had been smoothed back out from where it had gotten messed up during the blowjob. Other than a slight flushing on her face, there was precious little indication that anything untoward had happened at all. We sat silently at out respective ends of the couch for a couple minutes before either of us spoke.
"So are you gonna heat up some food or what?" Anna asked.
"Oh. Yeah, I suppose I could. You want anything in particular?"
She just shrugged and I went to the fridge to see what mom had sent this time. I ended up getting us both some chicken and mashed potato, which we each followed with a bowl of ice cream. By the time we'd finished eating I was beginning to feel a bit more like normal again. Something weird may have happened between Anna and me, but it was hardly the first time. Sibling relationships were naturally flexible and unpredictable. This was an extreme case, but still nothing to worry about. Probably.
"Guess you'll know better next time you think I won't do something," Anna said.
I was confused for a second since her statement had come mostly out of nowhere, but there was only one thing she could have been referring to.
"I don't know," I said. "I'd say it worked out pretty well for me."
Anna glanced at me. "Glad you think so," she said softly.
For some reason I felt like that was a good place to drop the subject again. My sister didn't try to push it any further either.
****
I was worried that Anna was going to start avoiding me. I wasn't sure why. If anything, it was far more likely that I would have wanted to avoid her. It was just one of those silly irrational fears I supposed; she'd given no indication of feeling the slightest bit awkward regarding the blowjob she'd given me.
Still, silly or not, my fears preyed on the fact that I didn't see my sister over the next couple days. I kept thinking that I should text her or something, just to make sure things between us were good. I didn't get around to it, and as it turned out it didn't matter too much. It really was just a case of worrying over nothing. I found that out when Anna walked into my apartment on a Saturday morning, completely taking me by surprise.
"Hey Ryan," she said.
"Uh, hey," I said.
I hadn't been expecting anyone else around, and consequently I was only wearing a pair of boxers and a t-shirt. In all honesty I hadn't even been awake very long. The door had been locked, so my sister was about the only person that could have gotten in anyway.
After removing her sneakers, Anna came farther into the apartment. That was about the point I noticed she was dragging a bag along with her. It was the sort of bag that suggested it didn't contain a care package from mom.
"What's with the bag?" I asked.
"Clothes," Anna said. She stopped and gave me a funny look. "You didn't forget that you get me for the night, did you?"
I drew a blank for a moment, then suddenly it clicked. The thing about mom was that she had a tendency to make plans well in advance. Far enough in advance, as it happened, that it was very easy to forget by the time they rolled around. In this case I was pretty sure it had something to do with mom wanting the house for a baby shower. Or a bachelorette party maybe. Something like that. To the best of my knowledge dad had gotten the boot for the night too.
"Right," I said. "I actually did kinda forget you were getting kicked out until tomorrow."
"You would."
"Of course I would. I can't be expected to remember things from a month ago."
"Whatever. So, I get your bed and you take the couch?"
Anna spoke with the authority of someone who wasn't really asking. Unfortunately for her, she was my sister and not someone I might actually defer to in such a case.
"You wish," I said. "You get the couch if you want to sleep here."
"Well that's not very polite. Guests are supposed to get--"
"Ha! You think you qualify as a guest? If you weren't over here two or three times a week you might qualify."
Anna frowned, but decided to let the argument drop. I really didn't think she was expecting me to cave anyway. She knew me better than that. If anything, she might simply have been doing a routine check on my reactions, poking my defenses for weaknesses and such. She did the same thing to our parents on a regular basis.
"Fine, I'll take the couch," she said. "Since my brother's apparently just a big meanie."
"A heartless monster," I agreed.
I felt no remorse as she dumped her bag beside the couch. Not even a little.
"Alright," Anna said. "I guess that's one issue taken care of."
"There's more than one?"
"Yeah. You think you can give me a drive to friend's house? I kinda have a few things I need to do."
"Seriously? You've been here not even ten minutes and you already want a drive? I didn't even plan on getting dressed 'til lunch time."
"Fine. Can I borrow your car then?"
I had to stop and think about that one. There were definite upsides and downsides to Anna's proposal. On the one hand, if I let her take my car by herself I wouldn't have to go anywhere and could be as lazy as I wanted. She was a good enough driver that I was pretty sure I could trust her with it. On the other hand, I had no way of knowing how long she'd be gone or how much gas she'd burn in the process. It was kind of a tough call.
"I don't know," I said slowly, my mind still working. I had the glimmer of an idea forming of how I could make the situation worthwhile for me. "I'm not sure it's in my best interest for you to take my car. If you want it, you're going to have to do a better job of convincing me."
Anna raised an eyebrow and the corner of her lip twitched upward just for a second. I could tell she'd read the subtext of my statement.
"I need to 'convince' you, huh?"
"If you want the car, yeah."
She stepped closer to me, clasping her hands behind her back and sticking her chest out just a little bit. The look she gave me was one she'd cultivated over the years to make her appear as innocent as possible. It was scary that it kind of worked, despite me knowing better.
"What would it take?" she asked. "You want me to clean up around your apartment a little in exchange? Or maybe just explain the benefits of not having to chauffeur me around? Or--"
Anna stopped mid-sentence as I reached my hand out and placed it gently on one of her breasts. Other than falling silent she showed no reaction whatsoever to my gesture.
For a long moment we both just stood there. I wasn't sure why I'd thought it was a good idea to grab my little sister's boob, but I'd done it anyway. Something about the way she'd been standing had suggested to me that it would be okay. I had probably been reading too much into her body language, but at the same time she hadn't actually protested yet.
Her breast felt pretty nice under my palm. It was soft and warm and felt like what a girl's boob should feel like, despite the fact that it belonged to my sister. Between that and the blowjob, I was beginning to realize that she had a lot more in the way of sexual appeal than I'd ever given her credit for. It was kind of funny how that worked.
"You're not wearing a bra, are you?" I said for lack of anything better.
"Nope. Didn't seem necessary."
"Right. Of course not."
For all I knew Anna might have purposefully forgone a bra for my benefit. It seemed unlikely, but at the same time it was hard to know what made sense and what didn't. Fondling my sister the way I was, for instance, should not have been something either of us would put up with. Yet here we were.
"So can I borrow your car or what?" Anna asked eventually.
"Um, yeah. I suppose. Key's hanging by the door."
She nodded and moved in the indicated direction, letting my hand fall away from her chest. She hadn't so much as acknowledged that it had even been there.
"You know, I honestly thought it was gonna take more to convince you," she said as she put her sneakers back on. "Like, I assumed you might want another blowjob or something."
"That wasn't a one time thing?"
"It was, but I wouldn't put it past you to try for it anyway. Too late now though. I already got your keys."
"Yeah, well, maybe you'll just have to owe me."
Anna paused on her way out the door. "We'll see."
****
Not having a car proved to be a great excuse for laziness. I showered and got dressed properly before Anna got back, but I didn't really do much else.
One of the very few things I did do was jerk off. I felt guilty that my need to do so had been triggered by my little sister, but not guilty enough to repress my sexual urges. I also felt kind of bad that I thought about her while I got myself off. It was a tricky situation all round. The obvious argument to make was that I absolutely should not think about, or engage in, any kind of sexual activity with Anna. That shouldn't have even been a point worth debating.
However, it was more complicated than that. It felt good to get a blowjob, or feel a girl up, or any number of other things. Those things didn't feel any worse just because the girl in question was my sister. As long as Anna didn't mind, and as long as our activities didn't go much further than they already had, it was all just harmless fun. That was my rationalization while masturbating, at any rate.
Anna was gone for a couple hours, just long enough for me to start thinking about texting her and asking when she'd be back. Not that I really minded that much regardless of what her plans were. If I was being honest, I mostly only cared because I wanted to see what else she might do, or what I might be able to get away with. I couldn't know until I tried.
She ended up returning with very little fanfare. If I had been in my bedroom, or the bathroom maybe, I wouldn't even have noticed her. As it was I was sitting on the couch watching Netflix, which meant I was close enough to the door to hear her enter. She joined me on the couch moments later.
"Have fun?" I asked, more to make conversation than because I cared.
"Enh, I don't know if I'd call it fun exactly," she said.
"No? What were you up to?"
"None of your business."
"Suit yourself."
I wasn't one to pry too much when someone didn't want to share. If Anna wanted to tell me something, she would. We sat in silence for a minute or two before she broke.
"Some people are just hard to deal with, you know?" she said.
"Yeah, I know."
"Like, you try to help them and you get nothing but grief for it."
"Mm-hm."
"You don't really care, do you?"
"Not really."
Anna sighed and shifted so she was leaning against me. When we were kids that sort of position would have started a fight. Of course, half the fun of fighting had always been to irritate our parents, and without them around it just seemed like a waste of time and effort. Not to mention the fact that I had bigger things on my mind than some petty sibling violence. Instead, I put my arm around her shoulders and carefully let my hand come to rest on breast. I was sure she was going to say something about it this time.
"You're kind of annoying sometimes," she said. "It's not always easy having a conversation with you."
"I am aware. However, I did let you borrow my car. That has to make up for some of the annoyingness."
"Yeah, I guess it does. Somewhat."
She was making no move to push my hand away, nor giving me any sign that I shouldn't be touching her that way. Mostly I was just letting my hand rest on her boob, though every now and then I did give a little squeeze or shift my fingers a bit. I was actually getting fairly curious about what was going through her head. There was no way she could be as oblivious about it as she acted.
Suddenly Anna moved, and I nearly jerked my hand away from her chest out of pure reflex. She didn't get up or lean back away from me as I thought she would, but instead actually leaned closer and lowered her head. I couldn't figure out what she was doing at first, unless she had decided to use my lap as a pillow. I had a partial erection from grabbing her boob, so I couldn't imagine that would be a particularly comfortable position for either of us. It said a lot about the effect of recent events that I wasn't all that worried about her discovering I was hard.
Anna stopped when her head was around my stomach. She moved one of her hands to my lap where it was out of my line of sight, since her body was now blocking that area. I could feel her though, and it almost seemed like she was trying to get into my pants.
"Whatcha doing?" I asked.
"I owe you, remember?" she said.
"I was kidding."
"No you weren't. Not entirely. Besides, is this an argument you want to win?"
That shut me up. She was right, I didn't really want to convince her that she didn't need to suck me off again. I assumed that was what she was up to anyway, since that was what she 'owed' me.
Anna had rolled over a bit so her breasts were no longer in easy reach for me. I rested my hand on her hip instead. For some reason it seemed a natural progression to start rubbing her lower back a little. I supposed she might see it as a sign of affection if nothing else.
She eventually got my cock out of my pants and began slowly stroking it. Her face was so close to it already that I could feel her breath. I wanted her mouth on me so badly in that moment. Memories flooded back of the last time she'd done this, how she'd made me feel things my little sister shouldn't make me feel. My desire was tinged with guilt, but not enough to make me stop her.
I did my best not to pay too much attention to what Anna was doing. It was so hard to restrain myself from putting my hand on her head and 'guiding' her to where I wanted her. I had no way of knowing how she'd react to that, and the last thing I wanted to do was risk scaring her off. Besides, as long as she was the one in control it let me at least pretend like I wasn't being completely negligent in my responsibilities as a big brother.
I groaned in pleasure when Anna's lips finally made contact with the tip of my cock. They were softer than I remembered, and the slick pressure of her tongue against the underside of my cock made me groan in pleasure. Her lips wrapped around me, encircling and gripping my shaft as she began her work.
Her head bobbed up and down in small, smooth motions. I couldn't really see much other than that, but the movement still hypnotized me. I couldn't bear to look away.
For several minutes I did little more than watch my sister give me a blowjob for the second time. The TV was still on, but it might as well have been on Mars. There was nothing that could distract me from what I was experiencing. At times I ran my fingers idly across her back, or pulled stray strands of hair back behind her ears. Mostly I just let her do her thing.
It couldn't last forever. I couldn't hold out against Anna's efforts, nor did I want to. In theory I would have enjoyed sitting there for hours; in practice there came a point where I just needed to cum.
I communicated my impending orgasm to my sister, who didn't so much as acknowledge that she'd heard. I knew she understood though. Subtle as it was, there were small, barely detectable changes in her movements when she knew I was close. It was kind of a amazing that I was aware enough to notice them.
Just like last time, Anna kept her mouth on me as I came and swallowed everything I gave her. She only pulled away when it was clear I was finished. She almost seemed reluctant to return to her previous sitting position.
"Thanks," I said as I tucked my cock back into my pants.
Anna flashed me a small, quick smile.
"We're even now," she said.
"Yeah. Right. Even."
I shook my head a little, but didn't press the issue. She obviously had her own agenda at play, I just wasn't sure what it was. It seemed like a bad idea to argue too hard for the off-chance she'd share it with me. Her stubbornness could easily work against me if I wasn't careful.
Anna hopped off the couch and went to the bathroom. Just like last time I could hear her running water, and I wasn't sure what took her so long getting back. It wasn't like she had much of a mess to clean up.
After idly thinking about it for a couple minutes, I entertained the possibility that she was masturbating in there. It actually seemed like the most plausible option I could come up with. I couldn't blame her if she got kind of horny, and I certainly wasn't judging.
She didn't say anything when she came back. She sat down next to me and leaned against me a little, and just like before I put my arm around her. This time I didn't go for her boobs, the urge having lessened after what she'd done to me.
There was something else I was thinking about, however. Something related to the blowjob I'd just received. I honestly wasn't sure how my sister was going to respond.
"Anna?" I said.
"Hm?"
"This is kinda awkward to ask, but I think I need to anyway. What you just did for me, at some point do you think you'd want me to, like, do t--"
"Pff, nice try."
"What?"
"You're not getting in my panties that easily."
"I... that totally wasn't the point."
"Right. Sure it wasn't." Anna gave me a magnificent eye roll, of the quality that suggested she'd been practicing for days for just such an occasion. She poked me in the chest. Hard. "Let me explain something. You're my brother. That means certain parts of my body are off-limits both for viewing and touching."
I opened my mouth, then closed it again just as quickly. I wasn't the fastest learner, but I realized that this was another situation where I wasn't meant to argue. Luckily I clued in before saying something stupid. I wasn't supposed to touch her boobs the way I had been, nor was she supposed to suck my cock, and that made for a clear inconsistency in her stance. The question was whether or not there was anything to be gained by calling her on her hypocrisy. I suspected there was more chance of me becoming worse off for it, if anything.
"I know you're a total perv," she continued, "because let's face it, pretty much all guys are. You just have to accept that you can't have everything you want."
Anna finished her tirade and settled back into my shoulder. My arm was still around her, and as a test I let my hand drop down to cup her breast. She didn't say a word about it.
"Sorry for being a perv," I said.
"That's okay. I know you don't mean to be. And I hope you understand the only reason I gave you those two blowjobs was 'cause I owed you one, and the other was to prove a point. Obviously neither of us would be that much of a perv normally."
"Right. Obviously."
If it hadn't been before, it was official now. Anna was playing some sort of game of her own devising, and only she knew the rules. It was unfair, sure, but so far I felt like I was winning, or at least not losing, so I had no real reason to complain.
We ended up going out for supper. Anna revealed that she'd been sent with money for that very purpose, which was slightly uncharacteristic of her. I fully would have expected her just to keep it. Still, it was kind of nice of her.
We didn't go anywhere too fancy since Anna insisted she hadn't brought along clothes suitable for anywhere we'd need to dress up for. At first I wondered if she simply hadn't planned that far ahead when she was packing, but afterward it occurred to me that she might have initially intended to keep the money for herself and only changed her mind later. There was no way of knowing, seeing as I doubted I'd get a straight answer out of her.
"Ryan?" she said as we were both perusing our menus.
"Yeah?"
"Do you think we look like we're a brother and sister?"
It was kind of a strange question, but to all appearances it might just have been something that crossed Anna's mind rather than something that concerned her.
"Does it matter?" I asked. "I mean, any of the people around might see different things. Some of them might be able to tell, others may not."
"I guess. But if they don't think we're siblings, then they might think we're a couple. Or something like that."
I looked at my sister, menu temporarily forgotten. It was hard to know if she was getting at something, or if she was just making weird conversation.
"Would that bother you?"
"Not really. I've hung out with other guys and people thought we were, you know, 'together.' I was more embarrassed by them than I would be by you."
"Careful, I think you're on the verge of giving me a compliment."
Anna shrugged. "I think I want french fries," she said, abandoning our conversation with remarkable abruptness.
"Fries come with most things."
"Yeah, but I just want fries."
"Well, that's an option. But let me ask you something. If I get a burger or something, are you going to try and sneak some of it."
Anna shook her head, but she hesitated just a second too long before doing so. I knew it annoyed her that I had long ago caught on to most of the games she liked to play. Maybe that was where her newest game had come from. Maybe it was just something to throw me off guard. I said nothing, but gave her a look that let her know I wasn't buying it.
"I might get hungrier once food gets here," she admitted.
"So you'll get a burger with your fries?" I prompted. "You don't have to eat it. Quite honestly, that's not my problem. Food going missing from my plate is."
She smiled guiltily, but it was the sort of admission that was calculated to cause feelings of forgiveness. She was an expert at looking innocent, even though 'innocent' wasn't a word I'd often use to describe her.
We ordered when our waitress came around again. We each went with a burger and fries, though we differed on actual types of burgers. I was pretty sure Anna made her order slightly different from more for the sake of appearances than because she cared what she got.
Anna went straight for her fries when our plates arrived. She did eat some of her burger too though, and I tried not to look too smug about it. I'd been relatively certain she didn't just want fries, and I'd been vindicated. Unfortunately my victory seemed to have annoyed my sister, whose eyes narrowed into revenge-mode. I waited to see if she'd try anything, but nothing was immediately forthcoming.
"Ryan?" she said eventually.
"Mmph?" I answered with my mouth partly full.
"What do you think of our waitress's boobs?"
I chewed the rest of my mouthful slowly, giving me a little more time to think.
"I dunno," I said. "I haven't really seen them properly."
"Yeah, but you can tell they're kinda big, right?"
"I suppose. That's hardly the only important factor though."
"Uh-huh. Okay, would you rather touch hers or mine?"
"You're playing dirty, Anna. Cut it out."
"What do you mean?"
Her face was all puppy dog eyes and wide, innocent smile. It was kind of irritating, especially when combined with what was undoubtedly a trick question.
"If I say yours, are you gonna call me a perv?"
"What else do you call a guy who wants to touch his sister's tits?"
I sighed and shook my head dramatically. We both knew what my answer was. At least, I was pretty sure Anna knew my answer was that I'd rather touch hers. If nothing else, I knew if I answered otherwise it would significantly reduce my chances of touching any boobs at all in the near future.
I decided to avoid the trap in the most childish way I could think of. I threw a french fry at her.
"Hey!"
Anna picked up my makeshift projectile and threw it right back. There were no parents around to stop it becoming a full-fledged mini-war. Or, more accurately, our parents weren't there to stop it. None of the other adults around seemed inclined to intervene. I was pretty sure a couple of them were just glad we weren't their kids.
Our giggling and french fry throwing were eventually interrupted by a discreet cough. I looked over to find out waitress standing there with an uncertain look on her face.
"Can I... get you anything else?" she asked, attempting to remain professional.
Anna and I looked at each other. Parents or not, we both felt that instinctive guilt at having been caught doing something we shouldn't have.
"Maybe just the bill," I said. "Sorry."
The waitress mumbled something that might have been an acceptance of my apology, but she mostly just seemed relieved that we weren't going to make a bigger scene. I started scooping fries back onto my plate for easier clean up while Anna dug into her purse.
"Dad gave me fifty for food," she said. "But I--"
"Give it to me," I said.
"But--"
"The waitress deserves a good tip, don't you think? She's gonna have to deal our mess. I don't trust you not to pocket everything you think you can get away with."
Anna pouted but handed over the cash. I was a little surprised that she hadn't lied and said she'd only gotten forty or something. I couldn't imagine she'd actually been given more than fifty. That was already more than necessary. However, it didn't surprise me in the least that dad had given her that much. That was just how their relationship was.
We left with significantly less money than we'd had, but hopefully the waitress had been bribed enough that she wouldn't be cursing us out the rest of the night.
As we got out the door, Anna took my hand and started swinging our arms a little as we walked to my car. She did it so smoothly I almost didn't register anything abnormal in the gesture. I couldn't remember us ever having held hands. I decided not to mention it, because for all I knew Anna wasn't really paying enough attention to realize what she was doing. Either that or she was messing with me, and if that was the case I didn't want to give her the satisfaction of bringing it up.
****
I had trouble sleeping that night. I wasn't sure why, though it was tempting to blame it on my sister. She kept shifting around on the couch and making just enough noise to draw my attention every time she did. That was the downside to small apartments, I supposed. I ignored the noises as best I could, but still had no success relinquishing consciousness.
At some point, further into the night than I liked, there was a knock on my bedroom door. It swung open before I had a chance to decide how to answer.
"I can't sleep on that couch," Anna said.
She was wearing a loose shirt and panties, not uncommon for her nighttime apparel. She looked at me as though expecting a fix for her problem.
"Well, I'm sure you made a valiant effort," I said.
"You think maybe we can share the bed?"
"Ha, you're such a perv."
Anna seemed confused. I'd only called her a perv because she'd been throwing the word around lately, but I wasn't sure if she realized that.
"What do you mean?"
"Trying to get in bed with me. I see how it is."
She belatedly figured out I was teasing, and I almost felt bad about it for a second. Almost. She obviously needed sleep as badly as I did at that point.
"You know I'd owe you," she said softly. "If you share with me."
"You would, huh? Well, maybe we can work something out."
At least I sort of understood this part of her game. Her 'owing' me was a good thing as far as I could tell.
I scooted over toward the far edge of my bed and pulled back the blanket for her. She climbed in without hesitation and helped me pull the covers back up around us.
"There's not gonna be that much room," I said as I bumped against her while we settled in. "I can't promise I won't accidentally touch you."
"You're a good brother. I'm sure you won't do anything too naughty."
That might have been an invitation to something, but it might also not have been. I wasn't really sure how to take it. I opted for cautiously rolling toward her and laying my arm across her, mid-way between her waist and hips. She didn't react.
"Good night, little sister," I said.
"Night," she whispered.
****
I woke up to my third blowjob from my sister. For a second I was completely confused, but there was no mistaking the feeling. Especially when I opened my eyes and raised my head to find Anna with her mouth around my cock.
At my movement, Anna looked up at me. She didn't stop bobbing her head as she did, and the effect was incredibly hot. Even though she was more or less properly clothed, seeing her face in that sexy, slightly submissive position got to me more than it should have.
"Morning," I said.
She didn't answer, not that I expected her to. I had to admit that she possessed the ability to dedicate herself to a task when she so chose.
Anna kept working me with her mouth until I came. Once again she swallowed it all. She didn't run off to the bathroom this time though, instead she just sat down cross-legged near the end of the bed. It was kind of an interesting pose, seeing as all she had on below the waist was her panties.
"Good morning," she said, finally responding to my earlier greeting.
"You're very good about keeping us even," I said.
"Well I don't want to owe you anything for too long. You might come up with some worse way for me to pay you back."
"You mean I could choose something else?"
"Sure. If you want to risk it."
Her lips curled in a faint smirk. She seemed to enjoy subtly reminding me that she was in charge, at least to some extent. If she decided sexy times were over, there wasn't much I could do about it.
"I suppose I could stick with the blowjobs. They are kind of nice."
"Only kind of?"
Anna crawled over to me and lay down beside me, settling her weight on my arm as she did. She rested her head on my shoulder and let out what sounded distinctly like a contented sigh.
"Okay, they're very nice. Extremely nice. You're an awesome sister for doing that sort of thing for me. Happy?"
"Mmm, I kind of am. Even if my brother's a perv."
"Yeah, too bad about that."
Unable to resist, I reached over with my free hand and gently squeezed one of her breasts. After a couple seconds I switched to the other. She showed no outward indication of having noticed.
Feeling bolder than I had previous times, I rolled partway over, careful not to disturb Anna's resting position. I took the bottom of her shirt between my thumb and finger and tugged on it. Ever so slowly I brought up and over her boobs. She still said nothing.
Her shirt got stuck between her body and my arm that she was lying on a couple times, but I finally got it high enough to expose her breasts. I had been pretty sure she hadn't been wearing a bra since it wouldn't have made sense to put one on for bed, and now my suspicion was confirmed. Her beautiful, round, nearly perfect breasts lay before me, causing me to freeze in indecision.
"What do you think we should have for breakfast?" Anna asked, startling me from my trance-like state.
"Um, I dunno. What do you want?"
I touched one of her breasts with the very tips of my fingers, sure she'd push me away at any moment. She'd let me get away with touching them before, but this seemed a little too much for her to accept.
"Cookies," she said.
"Cookies?" I repeated.
I traced one of my fingers over the smooth contours of her chest. I wanted so badly to cup her breasts in my hands, but I felt I needed to proceed delicately. Plus, one of my arms was still trapped beneath her.
"Crumbled up in a bowl with milk," she added with a soft giggle.
"That sounds like cereal."
Her breasts were so soft, and so warm, and so very much fun to play with. I was getting more comfortable with letting larger areas of my hand make contact, though I still held back from squeezing too much, or pinching one of her nipples. I couldn't risk anything that would startle her. There was no way of knowing what might cause the moment to end.
"It would be kinda like cereal. That's how I thought of it. I always wondered what it would taste like. Actually, I guess I pretty much know what it would taste like. Probably just like cookies, only soggy. And milky."
"That sounds right."
Anna's eyes were still closed. Maybe it helped her pretend everything was normal and innocent, and that her big brother wasn't fondling her naked chest. I wasn't sure why, but as we talked my eyes kept getting drawn to her lips. My gaze should have stayed firmly on her boobs, but for some reason it didn't.
I didn't know what possessed me, but the longer I watched her the more I felt the urge to kiss her. It was stupid in many, many ways, and yet I felt myself leaning in. She had no idea it was coming, there was no way she could have expected it. Perhaps she sensed that I was moving, but that was it. Her eyes opened half a second too late to do anything about it as my lips made soft, barely existent contact with hers.
By the time I pulled away, mere seconds later, I knew I'd fucked up. At least, I thought I had. I was sure there would be consequences. She couldn't possibly let this one slide. I couldn't tell if her expression was one of horror, or annoyance, or hate, or maybe even something worse than any of those.
Then, abruptly, her face masked over. It was as though something had changed in the time stream and the kiss had never happened.
"What about pancakes?" she asked. "I noticed you had a box of mix in the kitchen."
I sighed heavily, letting out the breath I'd been holding in my state of fear.
"We can try," I said. "I haven't been able to get them to come out half-decent yet."
"That's 'cause you're hopeless at cooking. If mom didn't keep sending you food you'd have to exist on take-out and frozen pizzas."
"That's not... completely true," I mumbled.
"No, but the generalization is close enough to the truth for my purposes."
Anna rolled away from me and stood up. She stretched, letting her shirt fall back down on its own instead of pulling it down, giving me a glorious few seconds of her half-naked beauty. I honestly wasn't sure when my baby sister had gotten so sexy. I was seeing facets of her this morning that I never could have imagined before.
Granted, most or all of that could simply be the fact that I'd seen her boobs. It wasn't very poetic or romantic, but it probably wasn't far from the truth either.
She left the room wearing only her shirt and panties, leaving me lying in bed mostly naked. I didn't really want to get up, but at the same time there was no telling what I'd miss if I didn't. That thought was enough motivation for me to drag myself to my feet and clothe myself to a semi-presentable level. I kept the boxers that Anna had pulled down when she was sucking my cock, and added a clean t-shirt.
After hitting the bathroom, I walked up behind my sister who was rummaging through the few cupboards and drawers I had. She had the box of pancake mix out, but not much else.
"Is it too much to ask for you to have measuring cups?" she asked.
"Yes. It is. Do I look like the sort of person who has measuring cups."
Anna gave me an annoyed sigh. "This is going to be difficult, isn't it?"
"Quite possibly. I believe I tried to warn you."
She tried to make it work anyway, mixing together what she hoped were correct ratios of pancake mix and water. I didn't try to help, since I knew there wasn't much I could even if she did accept such an offer. Mostly I stood behind her and ran my hands over her back and sides and arms. I could have grabbed her boobs, or even her butt, but I didn't feel the need, especially with the fate of breakfast hanging in the balance.
I had a counter-top grill that Anna thought would work for cooking the pancakes. She poured some of the batter into approximately pancake-sized blobs, then we waited.
"You almost seem like you know what you're doing," I said.
"It's not that hard. Have you seriously never watched mom do this?"
"I dunno. I can't say as I've ever though about it too much."
"Yeah, that's about what I figured."
Anna wasn't doing much more than standing around waiting for the pancakes to cook at this point. I took the opportunity to get even closer to her. I brought my hands around to her tummy, which consequently meant my cock was pressed against her butt. It wasn't hard yet, but that had the potential to change quickly.
I made sure she wasn't going to shove me away or anything before feeling up her breasts a little. Then I dropped one of my hands down to her panties.
"Hey!"
She tried to turn around, but I held her so she couldn't.
"Relax," I said. "I'm not allowed in your panties, right? So I won't go in them."
"Or remove them," she said.
"Or that. They stay on and my hands stay out."
"They better."
Anna tried to sound like she was serious, and that there'd be consequences if I disobeyed. I wasn't too worried. I knew for a fact she hadn't had a chance to masturbate since my blowjob this morning. The odds were good that she was hornier than I was.
I stayed true to my promise and kept my fingers outside my sister's panties. At first all I did was locate her slit through the material and smile as I felt her tense up. I really hoped she wouldn't tell me to stop, but I didn't think it would be an issue. After all, I was playing by her rules.
She flipped the pancakes as I ran a finger up and down between her pussy lips. Her hand trembled a little, but she did a good job of acting like I wasn't even there. She couldn't eliminate all of her reactions though. I could tell it was turning her on to have me rub her pussy that way.
As I continued running my finger over her pussy, I gradually applied more pressure. Her lips parted for me and allowed my finger, and the material of her panties that was between them, to slowly sink into her wet entrance. I was sure this constituted an extreme bending of the rules, but so far I was getting away with it.
"These ones are done," Anna said, an unmistakable quaver in her voice. "You want to eat while I cook the others?"
She carefully flipped the finished pancakes onto a plate, trying not to show how her hands were even less steady than before.
"No, I think I'll wait for you," I said.
Unfortunately, I could only get so far inside her with her panties in the way. She must have been regretting that even more than me by that point. Her facade of indifference was collapsing. Her fingers gripped the counter tightly and I heard what sounded very much like whimpering coming from her closed mouth. Her hips moved in time with my finger, desperately seeking more even though there was nothing else to be had.
It all finally caught up with her moments later as she came. She threw her head back, nearly catching me full in the face, and let out an uncontrolled hiss of pleasure punctuated by whispered swearing. She used her body to trap my hand between her pussy and the side of the counter even though I wouldn't have dared pull it away at that point. I wanted her to cum long and hard. It made it more likely that she'd want to keep messing around like we had been.
"Pancakes are done," I said softly into her ear.
Anna leaned limply against the counter, barely holding herself on her feet in the aftermath of her orgasm. She turned her head to look over her shoulder at me. I couldn't help myself and used the opportunity to put my hand on her chin and gently hold her in place while I kissed her.
It was a slightly firmer kiss than last time, though still nothing too passionate. Baby steps and all that. I could have sworn she kissed back this time.
"Let me take care of that," I said. "Go sit."
I pulled back and let Anna walk unsteadily to the table. I removed the second batch of pancakes from the grill and turned it off, then carried the two plates of them over to the table as well. My mood was sufficiently benevolent that I gave my sister the fresher batch.
I had to quickly grab silverware and syrup, the latter which I belatedly worried I might not have. It turned out I did have half a bottle in the back of my fridge. Anna looked kind of stunned at first, but as she ate she began to look more like normal again.
"I told you these'd be good," she said.
"Yeah, you were right. I don't know what I was thinking to ever doubt you."
"My thoughts exactly."
****
I found myself missing Anna after she left on Sunday. It was kind of weird missing her, because until recently it had never really been much of an option. She was around so often even after I'd left home that it had taken a significant change in our relationship to make me crave her presence in a way I could never have understood even a couple weeks ago.
On the positive side, I no longer had any worries about her not wanting to be around me. Even though we hadn't really talked about what was going on between us, I felt confident that she didn't want it to stop any more than I did. She'd be back. All I had to do was try not to obsess over her too much in the meantime.
Unfortunately, it wasn't all that easy to stop thinking about my sister. I had so many thoughts about her competing for attention in my head. Many of them were sexual -- which consequently led to me masturbating more often than usual -- but not all of them. Some of my thoughts were relatively innocent. Not many, but some.
It was actually kind of pathetic how excited I got when I received a text from Anna on Wednesday. I'd really been hoping she would have come by since she hadn't shown up the past two days. A glance at her message explained why I hadn't seen her.
"You got grounded?" I texted back. "Why would you do that?"
"I didn't mean to, dumbass."
"How long?"
"Probably another day or two. Hard to say."
I sighed and nodded to myself. In all likelihood she'd been officially grounded for a couple weeks, maybe more. Something with a concrete end date at least. However, the way these things went was that she'd suffer the punishment and be the sweetest little angel for a few days, then simply go back to business as usual when mom and dad forgot to keep an eye on her. It was actually kind of sad how they never caught on.
"Hey, why don't you come over for supper?" Anna texted.
"Did mom or dad invite me?"
"No, but you know they won't mind. I'll just let mom know. It's not like they can complain about you being over, even if I'm grounded."
I thought about it, but I'd known that I'd go as soon as she asked. It looked like my only chance to see her in the next couple days.
"Okay, I'll be over in a bit."
****
As expected, there were no objections to my presence. Mom tended to want me around more often anyway, and I was pretty sure dad appreciated temporarily not being the lone male of the house when I was over. Plus Anna most likely wouldn't have let on that it was her idea for me to come over. That was about the only thing that might have raised some suspicion.
I arrived at my parents' house while mom was still in the process of cooking supper. Dad was either still at work or on his way home and supposed to be back before too long. My sister was up in her room. I tried not to look like I was in too much of a hurry to see her.
"So I heard Anna was grounded," I said to mom.
Partly I just needed to say something, and partly I was legitimately curious about the situation.
"Yes, she is," mom said, her expression hardening for a second. "I honestly don't know what came over her. She'd usually so well behaved. I mean, I'm not blind. I know she gets into mischief more than she should, but...."
Mom waved her hands helplessly, and I nodded in what I hoped was an understanding way. I had to bite my tongue and resist telling her that she didn't know half of the things her daughter got up to.
"What did she do?"
"You don't know? What am I saying, of course you don't. You wouldn't have been talking to Anna since then, would you?"
Again I held back my initial response. I wasn't sure if Anna was meant to be texting while on punishment detail or not. The fact that mom hadn't made the connection between me coming over and my sister talking to me didn't much surprise me. Granted, I could just be being unfair. Perhaps she hadn't been banned from her phone. Given Anna's ability to manipulate, there were a few viable possibilities.
"No," I said.
"She got caught shoplifting! Can you believe that? I honestly don't know what possessed her. For some silly little trinket no less."
"Really? That doesn't sound like her."
Actually, while it was kind of unusual, it didn't particularly shock me.
"I know. I can't help feeling like one of her friends is being a bad influence on her or something. Maybe someone new I haven't met. I can only hope it doesn't become a recurring thing she does."
I nodded and made sounds of agreement for a another minute or two. Once I sensed a break in mom's rant, I took the opportunity to excuse myself. I made a bee-line for my sister's room and found her door open.
"Hey, little sister," I said, stepping through her doorway.
"Ryan! I knew you'd come save me." Anna was sitting at the small desk she had in her room. She gestured wildly at the books and papers that covered it. "I've been reduced to doing homework. I'm so bored. There's nothing else to do."
"You poor thing," I said with something approaching actual sympathy.
Things truly were desperate if my sister had, in fact, voluntarily sat down to do homework so early in the evening.
"Seriously. I need to be distracted. They even turned off the internet, and I didn't think they knew how to do that."
I winced. "So what'd you try to steal that was worth all this?"
Anna glanced furtively toward the door. There was no one there, but just to be sure I looked out and down the hallway. Then I sat down on her bed.
"Okay, well... they caught me with some stupid necklace," she said.
Something about the way she worded it triggered my suspicion.
"And is that actually what you took?"
"No. You know me too well. I had to grab a decoy 'cause they were on to me."
I shook my head in mock despair. "Do I want to know how often you do this sort of thing?"
"Um... no, probably not. I really don't do it that much though. Usually I can con money out of someone for things I want."
"Yes, I'm aware. So what did you take?"
Anna got up and shut the door before walking to her dresser. She rifled through her underwear drawer, apparently searching for something buried at the bottom. It occurred to me that she might have taken a pair of sexy panties, or something along those lines. If that was the case she must not have thought her plan all the way through. Mom still did her laundry and would almost certainly notice something like that turning up.
"I took this," she said, holding up a watch.
"You stole a watch?"
"It was stupid, I realize that. But that's why I took the necklace when I knew I was gonna get caught. It was way cheaper and I could pass it off as me not knowing what I was doing. The watch would have been trickier. It was going for almost two hundred, I think."
"Anna, not that I know much about these things, but isn't that a men's watch? Why would you take a two hundred dollar men's watch?"
"Maybe 'cause it wasn't for me," she mumbled.
She looked so defeated, so unlike her usual self. All of her confidence seemed to have deserted her. I took her wrist and gently pulled her closer, then made her sit down next to me.
"Was it for me?" I asked softly.
She nodded. "Stupid, right? You don't even wear a watch. I just saw it and... I don't know. I thought you might like it is all."
I placed my fingers on her chin and turned her face toward me. I looked directly into her eyes as I spoke.
"It wasn't stupid."
I kissed her, conveying things that my words couldn't possibly match. I'd always heard things like "it's the thought that counts" when it came to presents and I'd never paid much attention. Anna might have finally allowed me to understand that sentiment. She'd paid for the watch in a more real way than she'd probably paid for anything else in her life. She'd ended up trapped and bored in her room. That meant more to her than easily scammed money ever would. And she'd done it for me.
"You like it?" she asked.
"I do. I really do."
Anna couldn't help letting a grin start to peek through on her face. Not a deliberate one, but one that fought any attempt to resist it and showed itself anyway. It was a brief glimpse of the girl under the carefully constructed exterior she liked to project.
She leaned toward me and we kissed again, for longer this time. Our hands went to each other's bodies, though in relatively tame locations. I was all set for making out with my sister a little, and as far as I could tell she felt the same way.
Suddenly she pulled away. I started to speak, but she put her finger to my lips and looked toward her door. A second later, I heard the same thing she had. Someone was coming.
Anna leapt from the bed back to her seat at her desk. She didn't really have time to make it look like she was in the middle of something, but that was okay. If she looked like she was working it probably would have been more suspicious than if we'd just been talking.
The door opened followed closely by our mother. She peered around the room briefly as though expecting to find something she wouldn't like.
"Why was the door closed?" mom asked.
She sounded curious, but I didn't think she actually suspected anything in particular. Unless she had somehow guessed the truth, of course. It seemed unlikely, but it could certainly cause problems. I should have been more careful. I'd had to sneakily masturbate in the house enough times before I moved out that I should have known better than to risk getting caught with my tongue down Anna's throat, so to speak. Luckily my sister had been paying a little more attention to our surroundings.
"We were just talking about stuff," I said, deciding it was better to take mom's attention away from Anna. "Privately."
Mom arched an eyebrow, but didn't press the issue any further.
"Okay," she said. "Well, your father's home and supper's in about five minutes."
"Alright. Thanks."
Mom left the door open when she left. Both Anna and I waited until we couldn't hear her footsteps anymore before turning to each other and exchanging relieved smiles. We both knew what we could have been caught doing. I kind of liked these little cracks in my sister's defenses that showed she wasn't as indifferent toward certain events as she tried to seem.
****
Supper was fairly normal. No one brought up Anna's 'situation,' which may or may not have been a good sign. I knew she'd have a better idea how to manipulate the situation to regain her freedom as soon as possible, so I didn't make any attempt at it.
I let myself be talked into watching a movie with the family afterward. It wouldn't allow for any privacy with my sister, but it was better than nothing.
The living room held an L-shaped couch which was big enough for all four of us, but not by a lot. It therefore drew no attention when Anna sat down with her legs across my lap. Since our parents were in the room, I almost said something about it out of habit. Me picking on Anna, or vice versa, then being chastised by whichever parent was in a less patient mood was practically traditional. I managed to keep my mouth shut in this instance.
I spent most of the movie touching Anna in very subtle ways. I'd let my hand rest on her leg and run my fingers slowly over her skin, or sometimes I'd move down to her feet depending on how she had her legs positioned. It really wasn't enough to do much more than tease both of us and make us crave more.
Eventually the movie ended. Neither Anna or I moved at first, and we both waited until our parents left the room to say anything.
"Did that seem like a long time to you too?" I whispered.
"Kind of, yeah," Anna replied at the same volume. "Maybe that's just 'cause you wouldn't keep your hands to yourself."
"You could have said something," I said, even though we both knew she couldn't have. "And besides, you were the one nearly climbing into my lap."
"Didn't have room to do anything else." She sat up and swung her legs onto the floor. I resisted saying anything about how there was enough room for sitting normally, as she currently was. That wasn't really the point.
"Anyway, thanks for coming over," she said, not looking directly at me. "Tonight would have been boring."
"What are brothers for, right?"
The look Anna gave me suggested she had one or two ideas of what brothers were for. I doubted public opinion would have agreed with any of them.
We sat there for a few moments, neither of us saying anything. I knew it was probably time to go, but I didn't really want to. Finally Anna leaned over and kissed me softly.
"I'll come over to your place when I can," she said. "It might be a couple days."
"Okay," I said.
She looked like she was about to say something else, but the sound of one of our parents coming back startled her into action. She stood and, with a final look back at me, walked away. I stayed put for a moment, then sighed and made my way to the front door. It was for the best that I was leaving alone, but I wished I could have taken her with me.
****
I got home from work on Friday to find my door unlocked. That seemed a bit strange because I always made sure to lock up before I left. I was slightly concerned that I might have forgotten to do so this morning, but at the same time it meant there was a chance Anna had come over and she was the one who had unlocked it. As soon as I saw my sister's shoes inside the doorway, I knew it was the better of the two options.
"Anna?" I called as I removed my sneakers.
There was no answer, but I heard movement and a couple seconds later Anna popped into view. I couldn't help smiling when I saw her, silly as that may have been.
"Hey," she said.
"Hey. You decided it was safe to come over, huh?"
She bit her lip. "Um, not exactly. I mean, maybe it'll be fine. Mostly I'm just thinking that I can hide out with you 'til Monday. You know, if mom and dad are pissed that I didn't go straight home."
"If you stay that long they'll just get more upset."
"I know." Anna shrugged like it wasn't a big deal. For all I knew it might very well turn out not to be. Before she could say anything else, her attention was drawn to my wrist. "Are you actually wearing your watch?"
I held my arm up so she could see better. "Of course I am."
"Well I didn't know if you were just humouring me when you said you liked it."
"Only humouring you a little. Mostly I meant it."
"As long as you mostly meant it, that's okay I guess."
We stood facing each other kind of awkwardly. I wanted to make some kind of move, and probably Anna did too, but for some reason I wasn't sure how to proceed. Eventually I decided to stick with something simple. I walked up to her and kissed her, pressing my lips to hers for a few seconds before pulling back.
Anna looked like she would have been okay if I had held it for longer, but then her personality reasserted itself. She twirled away from me and back toward my couch where she'd presumably been before I arrived.
"I was just in the middle of a show," she said. "You wanna watch with me?"
"What show is it?"
"Does it matter?"
Of course it didn't matter. I wasn't interested in the show regardless of what it was. But if Anna was going to play silly games, then I could too.
"Well I don't want to watch some insipid girly show," I said. "You know you have terrible taste sometimes."
"I have excellent taste," she retorted, turning her head long enough to stick her tongue out at me. "Although I did choose to spend time with you, so maybe you have a point."
She sat down and started her show up again from where she'd paused it. She looked vaguely smug about her comment.
"Don't be petulant," I said, taking a seat next to her. "I know for a fact I'm your favourite person."
"What gave you that idea?"
"A couple of things. One of them being your generous gift."
I held up my wrist again, as though she might have already forgotten about the watch.
"And that means you're my favourite?"
"Mm-hm. It means you looove me."
"You wish."
"It's true. There's no point fighting it."
"Shut up!"
"Or what?"
Anna glared at me, narrowing her eyes as though it would help her detect a weakness she could exploit. A moment later she took a swing at me. I let it hit me in the shoulder, then grabbed her arm and tugged her toward me.
"Let go," she said.
"Nah, I don't think so."
I pulled Anna even closer, and despite her act she didn't fight me. I couldn't quite manage to get her into my lap, but it was a close thing. I needed active help rather than just a lack of resistance to move her around too much.
"It's kind of adorable how you get when you're embarrassed, you know that?" I said.
"Shut up," she said, quieter this time than the last.
"Okay."
I was fine with not talking for the moment. There were other things I'd rather be doing with my mouth. Once again Anna didn't fight back as I put my hand on the back of her head and guided her in so I could kiss her.
It was amazing to feel my sister surrender to me. It could just have been that she didn't realize how much she was giving away when I wasn't actually looking at her. There was more to it than the purely visual.
We broke for air a couple times, but our mouths didn't go very far as we each caught our breath. I noticed that she kept her eyes closed the whole time, letting me direct her as I saw fit without being too obvious about it. Eventually she gave in and climbed fully into my lap facing me, making it easier for us to reach each other. To me, it was a clear acknowledgement that she wanted this. But I'd already known that.
My hands roamed over my sister's body, from her legs and ass up to her breasts and shoulder, and most anywhere else I felt like. From her reactions, I was pretty sure it was getting to her. She was getting turned on just like I was. The way she was sitting in my lap meant that she had to be able to feel my cock as it hardened.
Anna was wearing a skirt, which made it easy to get to her panties. I was feeling a little over-confident at that point and tried to slip my fingers inside the waistband. That was when she finally stopped me.
"What did I say about that?" she asked as she pulled my hand away from her underwear.
She leaned back away from me, which at least allowed me to get a good look at her. She appeared just as aroused visually as what I'd guessed from the way she felt. However, it didn't seem like that was going to be enough to get me off the hook.
"You said I'm not allowed in your panties," I said.
"Right. But you tried to get in them anyway."
"Thought you might have changed your mind."
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