"Hey," I yelled into the hall as the door opened, "I'm home!" My answer was the silence that followed. I pushed the door all the way open, and walked into the entry hall, my dress shoes clicking as I walked on the hardwood. Closing the door behind me, I shifted my duffel bag off of my shoulder and slid it on to the floor. "Hello?" I called, listening to my voice echo through the house. "Any one here?" Again I was greeted with silence.
"Wonderful." I muttered. Picking up my duffel I pushed it on to my shoulder and began to walk up the stairs to the bedroom I left behind when I entered the military three years before. As I topped the stairs I turned and walked down the hall to my room, thankful that my parents had the up stairs carpeted. I hate the clicking my dress shoes make. The door to my room was closed, and for the first time since I had begun my journey home, I felt a little awkward.
The door was made of oak, and shone just as brightly as the silver door knob attached to it. I felt strange, and oddly. . .intimidated. Why? It was only a door. Shaking my head over my own stupidity, I opened the door and walked inside. As I look back on it now, I think I had a sense of the things that coming home would bring me.
It was as if the last three years had never happened. My bed was made, but every thing else was the way I had left it. A mess. My civvies, or civilian clothing, I had worn while home was strewn about the room as I had left them. My computer desk and dresser were chalk full of things I didn't even recall while I was away. Dropping my duffel to the floor, I took off my hat and ran a hand through my short hair.
Maybe I shouldn't have taken my leave.
Just as I was feeling as if life couldn't get any worse at all, I heard the front door open, and a woman's laughter ensuing. My ears had long ago been finely tuned to hearing an enemy's approach. The woman's laughter was followed by a man's voice, fairly hushed and not my fathers. Instantly I was on alert, my entire body honed in and ready to fight. Quickly and silently, I slipped my dress shoes off and my socks, and exited my room, closing the door as I went, as silently as possible. A small almost inaudible click followed, but as the voices continued in their conversation, I knew they hadn't herd it.
Slipping a hand into the back of my pants, I grabbed the knife I had been given to me years ago by my father, and began to creep down the hall. I listened carefully to the voices as I went and I quickly realized they were coming toward the stairs. Stopping all movement, including my breathing, I listened, and heard as they began to climb the stairs.
Suddenly the conversation stopped, and the movement stopped. Had I been spotted? Tightening my hold on my knife, I sprang out knowing my best chance at defense was surprise.
Boy was I surprised.
My little sister's frightened scream, and her boyfriend's shout of terror were something I was counting on. Only I was counting on it coming from a burglar or a rapist or something. Not my little sister.
"I am going to kill you, you stupid bastard!" My sister's shout of rage hit me quickly as I looked from her to her stunned boyfriend.
"Andi? What the hell are you doing?" I asked quickly coming to my senses.
"James you are so dead!"
"Uh. . ." Andi's boyfriend was slowly backing up, walking slowly down the stairs. "I'll call you later, Andi." He said as he turned and ran out the door.
"Ben, wait! He's just. . ." The front door slammed on her explanation. "my brother. " Andi turned to me and began to walk up the stairs, her expression as frightening as hell week. "You weren't supposed to be here till next Monday."
"No," I said correcting her, "This Monday. Today." I stated. My sister came to rest a foot away from me, and I could tell she was steaming mad. Her face was bright red in color and her eyes looked ablaze.
"Why did you have to scare him off like that? Geese, James, I'm eighteen now. I do have sex."
I cringed. When I had left home my sister wasn't quite fifteen, now she was eighteen and having sex? I had to admit, she was getting more than I was then. Unable to help myself I gazed quickly down at my sister's body. Well, she wasn't little anymore. Nice rack, smooth curves, long legs... man! She's your sister! My eyes instantly clicked back to her's with that reminder.
"You are a dead man."
Before I realized her intent, Andi decked me. More stunned than knocked off balance, I fell backward, landing hard on my butt. Andi gave me a cocky smile, and walked past me down the hall to her room. "Oh, really?" I asked under my breath. "This is war." As Andi opened the door to her room, I grabbed her around the waist.
"Hey, put me DOWN!" Andi screamed as I tossed her on to my shoulder like a sack of potatoes.
"No, I believe you started a war."
"No, you did! You chased Ben out of here!"
"I did no such thing." I said as I calmly kicked her door shut and strode into her room. I was relieved to find it free of posters of N*SYNC and Backstreet Boys. She did have one poster, a poster I was a little shocked to see. It was a large movie size poster, an advertisement to join the SEALs. "I didn't say one word to him, Andi. He just ran off when he saw me."
"Big shock there." Andi mumbled under her breath. "You looked like you were going to kill us when jumped out like that. Was that Dad's old hunting knife?"
"Yep." Tossing her on her bed, I smiled evilly at her. "As I have herd it said before. . .I declare war!" I made an overly dramatic lunge at her, and began to tickle her unmercifully. She had always hated being tickled.
"James!!" Andi screamed as I tickled her. "Stop! Please! She was laughing so hard I could barely understand her. I smiled to my self and realized that this was the most fun I had had since I left home. It felt as if the last three years hadn't happened. I felt like I was seventeen again, a week before I left for the Navy, and I was simply hanging out, or rather tormenting my sister.
Andi struggled against me, slapping my hands as she laughed. I leaned over her and had to shout over her laughing:"This is what you get! SEALs never back down!" I laughed as my sister tried to pull herself away.
Pulling her back next to me, Andi wised up. She started to tickle me. I hadn't been tickled in so long I forgot what it felt like. Suddenly she was the aggressor, and I was too weak to push her all the way away. Andi took advantage of her position and straddled my hips, tickling my side now.
My eyes had closed in horror when Andi began to tickle me. When I opened my eyes, despite my best efforts, I got a hard on. It had been a year and a half since my last sexual escapade, and seeing a girl, albeit my sister, straddling my hips in a mini skirt, well it did me in. I closed my eyes, in pure bliss, and with out consulting my brain, my hips arched and I began to no longer feel the tickling.
Andi must have felt my erection, because as suddenly as the war had started, it ended. Andi was leaning down close to my face when she stopped. Opening my eyes slowly, I saw my sister's face. It was about six inches from mine, and completely devoid of any expression. Oh shit! my brain screamed. Get out! Your gonna blow!
I turned my whole body to the left, trying to roll Andi off of me so I could get into my own room to masturbate and shoot my load. Andi wasn't going to have any of that. As I rolled, Andi locked her legs around me, and I ended up on top of her, my body resting between her thighs. Andi had her arms wrapped around my middle, and looked up at me innocently. "Andi, let me up. I need to get out of here." I said quite desperately.
"No."
"No?" Andi arched her hips and rubbed my straining hardon. I closed my eyes against the pure pleasure she had reeked in my body. I felt my lower lip quiver with pleasure. This is wrong! My brain screamed at me. Wrong very wrong. "Andi . . ." I said, my voice pleading, unsure.
When I opened my eyes, I found her looking at me, with an almost pleading look on her face. Her face rested just inches from mine, and as I stared into her eyes, I knew what was going to happen. Slowly lowering my head, Andi met me half way, and our lips touched. Turning my head, I opened my mouth and was lucky to find my sister's tongue brushing against mine. Instantly my mind went from "no no no" to "gotta get inside a pussy." I ground my hips into her's, reveling in the pure unadulterated pleasure it caused me.
Breaking our kiss, I looked down at her. "How far are you willing to go with this?" I asked. If she didn't want to screw, then I needed out, now. Andi arched her hips against my raging boner and I nearly fainted.
"All the way." She whispered. I groaned.
Andi smiled, and pushed against my shoulder, a sign I took to roll off of her. Andi rolled off the bed, and stood at the edge. "Come over here." She said. I moved over until I was sitting on the edge of the bed, with Andi in front of me.
My sister was pretty for an 18 year old. Dark rich brown hair pulled back with some sort of clip thing, a dark blue spaghetti strap tank top covered a nicely formed rack (my guess- they are natural- C's) and a short denim mini skirt. Andi began to make her hips sway, moving to their own rhythm.
She turned bending over, and doing a bump and grind to my face. I have to admit, I didn't mind all that much. When she stood again, she glanced at me over her shoulder, and pulled her tank off. She wasn't wearing a bra. She turned, and I was lost.
Her tits were nice, bouncy and perky. Her nipples were a dark brown, and already peaking. I don't know how she got on the bed, if I put her there nicely, or if I threw her on to it. "Enough," I said, my voice ragged. "I need to cum." I bounded off the bed, and took my uniform off more quickly than I ever had before. I had my shirt off, and I was working on my matching tan dress pants when Andi moaned. I looked up and noticed she was touching herself under her panties.
