My sister had some nice friends, but tended not to bring them home, so I was surprised when Mom remarked one night that we would have a house guest for a while, starting Monday.
"Who? Anyone I know?"
"One of Sally's friends from college. Louise. Louise Trenay."
"And?" I said, grinning at Mom.
"Be nice to her," Mom said, with a stern look, but there was a twinkle in her eye.
"Hey," I protested, holding up my hands. "Which one? Sally or Louise?"
"Louise. Asking you to be nice to your sister is asking too much, I know."
She was kidding, and we both knew it. Sally and I fought, yes, but show me the brother and sister who don't. And we'd fought much less since first I started college, and a year later, Sally. I'd just graduated this summer, and Sally, and presumably Louise, would be graduating next year. I had a couple of job interviews lined up for the next week, but I was relaxing, enjoying the summer, pleased that I'd managed to get a good degree, a major in computer science, with a minor in electronics. I gave Mom a smile, and nodded.
"Sure thing, Mom. I'll be good."
Sally got onto me as well, when she got home the next day from college.
"Did Mom tell you?"
"Tell me what?" I said, although I had a good idea what she was on about.
"Louise. From college. She's staying with us for a couple of weeks, starting Monday. Her Dad has to go to Europe on a business trip, and he's taking Louise's mom, but couldn't swing it for Louise as well, so I suggested she stay with us. I want you to be nice to her."
"You think I won't?"
"No, Tom, I don't think that, not now. You're much nicer now than you were at high school." Sally grinned. "Much!"
"Thank you for nothing, sis. Yes, I will be nice to your friend." A thought struck me. "What's she like? Another fine art student like you?"
Sally grinned and shook her head. "No, we met on the fencing team. She's a computer science student. See, you'll have something to talk about." Sally sobered. "She's good-looking, too, so behave yourself."
I gave her a mock salute. "Yes, ma'am."
Good-looking, huh? Well, Sally was pretty good-looking in my judgment. Okay, I could be biased, after all, she's my sister, but she's dark-haired, like Mom, slender, and having seen her in her bikini in and around our pool, I knew she went in and out very nicely in all of the appropriate places. She was popular with the boys, too. Virgin? I didn't know, but I doubted it, somehow. After all, she'd been away at college for two years, but I had the feeling that her cherry had gone before then. I didn't know, I didn't care. That was Sally's business.
Me? I was between girlfriends. I'd had a great fuck-buddy relationship with a girl at college, Carla, but we both knew that fuck-buddy was exactly what it was and we'd parted friends. Yes, and we'd had some damned good sex that last night together, too. Special because we were parting? Maybe.
I'd almost forgotten that Louise was due when Sally asked me, after breakfast, if I'd drive her to the airport to collect her friend.
"You don't mind, do you, bro? You have the wheels, and I don't."
"No problem, Sal. What time?"
"Her flight's due in at ten. I rang the airport and they said it's on time, so I'd like to be there for ten, if that's okay?"
"Fine, sis. Let me finish my toast and we'll go."
We were waiting for Louise when she came through the gate. Sally ran forward and hugged her, while I got my emotions under control. 'Good-looking,' Sally had said of her friend. Understatement. Louise was gorgeous. Dark red hair, cut short, a light dusting of freckles across her straight nose, full lips, the most kissable mouth I'd seen for quite a while, and a figure that looked pretty damned good to me, wrapped as it was in a light summer jacket and snug white jeans.
With her arm around Louise's shoulders, Sally turned to me.
"Lou, this is my brother, Sam. Sam, my friend Louise."
"Hi," I said. "Nice to meet you at last."
"Hi, yourself." A broad smile, dimples, even white teeth. This girl was a grade-A knockout. A computing major? None like her in my year!
I remembered my manners. "Let me take your bag." She surrendered it with a token protest and we made our way to the car. The two girls sat together in the back and there was a constant hum of chatter and laughter as we drove home.
Mom was at work, so there were just the three of us at lunch. It was my turn, so I threw together a light pasta creation, heavy on tomatoes and fresh herbs, but no garlic, just in case. Both girls ate their portions with apparent relish, and there were no complaints, so I relaxed. After lunch Sally turned to me with the expression I'd learned to associate with a request. Dead right!
"Sam, can I borrow your car? I want to give Lou a trip around the neighborhood, show her the sights. Girl type things." She gave me her best appealing look, and I laughed.
"Okay, the keys are on the table in the hallway. Don't bend it."
"Do my best," said Sally.
"Thanks, Sam," said Louise, and I watched the neat tick-tock of her ass in the snug white jeans as she followed Sally out to the car. I waved as they pulled away, and went back indoors, acknowledging to myself that I would very much like to find Louise Trenay in my bed at night. And days. What to do? Well, for now, only one choice. I stripped naked, lay down on the bed, and jacked off.
Twice.
Mom was home by the time the girls returned, and the four of us ate dinner together. We were on the ice-cream for dessert when Mom turned to me.
"Oh, Sam?"
"Yeah?"
"Do you have anything planned for tomorrow?"
I shook my head. "Nothing that can't be put off, Mom. Why?"
"That spare part we need for the pump on the pool filter? Jerry told me it's arrived, and he's sending Tony around to fit it. Sally might want to go out with Louise, so I'd be grateful if you would stay home. Okay, hon?"
I nodded. "Not a problem, Mom."
"Thanks, son."
"Yeah, thanks, bro," said Sally. "Um, can I borrow the car again?"
I laughed. "Yeah, okay, but you owe me."
We spent a quiet evening together, just chatting. Or, rather, the girls and Mom chatted, and I just listened, answered the occasional question and wondered if and how I might get Louise into bed. I didn't hold out much hope, though. Not at home. I jacked off again when I went to bed. I had to, just thinking about Louise made me horny.
Sally and Louise went off together about ten next morning, and at around ten-thirty Tony arrived to fix the pump. We'd been in high school together but Tony was one of those guys whose brain is in his hands. Give him anything mechanical to fix and he was a whizz, but he didn't do so well on the academic stuff. It didn't bother him and when we graduated from high school he had no problem in getting himself a job to suit his talents.
We chatted, and I fed him coffee and cookies while he worked. It only took about forty minutes and by the time he'd finished the pump was humming away more smoothly than it had when it was brand new.
"Tell your mom that Jerry will send the bill in the next few days, will you, Sam?" he said as he packed his tools away.
"Will do, Tony. You've done your usual excellent job."
"Thanks, Sam. Um, Jerry said to ask you if you had some spare time? He'd like to upgrade the computer system we have. I can use it, sure, but I can't fix it if it breaks, and since you sorted it out last time, we've had fewer problems. I think he wants your advice." Tony grinned. "He might cut you some slack on the pump repair." He winked. "Doesn't hurt to ask."
I laughed. "Tell him to give me a call. I have a couple of interviews scheduled for next week, but nothing else on my non-existent schedule."
"Will do," said Tony. He gestured towards the pump. "Give it twenty-four hours, and you'll be able to use the pool again."
"Great! Thanks, Tony. See you around."
It was another casual, easy evening chatting. The girls had arrived back at around four, and spent time in the kitchen together, Louise cooking, and Sally helping and generally getting in the way. I'd been chased away, and told I'd find out what I was eating when it was served! I caught up with some emails, checked out a couple of erotic story sites I'd found, and made my way to the table when I was called.
I have to say, Louise could cook. She'd done chicken breast in a pepper sauce, with zucchini fritters and baby roast potatoes, and roasted vegetables, and the four of us ate with relish. Mom had opened a bottle of wine, and we had a glass each, thoroughly enjoying the meal. Then Sally surprised us.
"Sam? Can you look after Louise tomorrow?"
"Huh? Why?" Berating myself, I flushed and gave Louise a sheepish smile. "Sorry. Of course, I'd be glad to. No problem." She made a dismissive gesture, kind of a 'no problem' half-wave.
Sally grinned. "As to the why. Jess Coleman at the gallery asked me to sit in for her tomorrow. I'd said I would before I knew Louise was coming, and I didn't want to wriggle out because Jess has three of my pictures on display." Sally grinned at her friend and winked. "I've persuaded Louise you're house-trained."
"Sally took me to the gallery and showed me around, and her pictures are good, even I can see that, but the art thing isn't me," said Louise. "I certainly don't mind spending the day with you, Sam."
"It will be around eight before I get home," said Sally, "and it's Mom's late evening as well."
"Tell you what," said Mom. "Why don't I pick up some Chinese food on my way home. Saves anyone having to cook. I should be home before nine, probably just after half-past eight, in fact."
"Sounds good to me, Mom," I said.
"You okay with Chinese, Louise?" said Mom.
Louise nodded. "I love it!"
"Anyone want anything in particular, or should I just get the selection for four?"
"Selection, Mom," said Sally, and Louise agreed.
"With extra barbecued ribs, I suppose?" said Mom, raising her brow to me.
"Please, Mom. You know my tastes!"
"Carnivorous barbarian?" said Sally and Louise laughed with her.
"Only occasionally, sis, as you well know," I said, trying to look dignified, which of course set Sally off in hoots of laughter. Louise didn't join in, though, which pleased me. She did look thoughtful, and what she said next surprised me. Surprised us all, I think.
"Look, I've only been here a couple of days, but what I've noticed is that you take turns to prepare the meals. Okay, tomorrow evening excepted, but am I right?"
I nodded. "Yes, you are. Sally and I started doing it because Mom was working, we were on summer break, and it didn't seem fair for her to come in from work and then start cooking for us when we'd had all day to get something."