Monday
The next morning started unpleasantly, with the piercing shriek of Alex's alarm clock. It was 6:00 AM on a Monday: time to wake up and head to work.
Their summer jobs were mundane, but necessary. The parents cut off what meager allowance they earned from chores after their sixteenth birthday, so they spent their summers working various jobs to save, pay their phone bills, and afford the occasional indulgence.
Alex worked at a farm equipment supply warehouse on the edge of town. His schedule was irregular with sweeping and mopping, running errands, taking calls, and otherwise handling the odd jobs that came along. The work wasn't thrilling, but it paid every week, and his manager was the wife of the owner. It was a family business, and they treated him well.
Olivia stocked at the local grocery store: putting food on the shelves, counting inventory, and organizing produce. She avoided checkout -- it was exhausting to make small talk with so many people. Her shift lead was Alan, a guy who graduated from their school a couple of years earlier. He treated Olivia with professional indifference, which was fine by her.
In the basement, the alarm stopped howling after a sharp thump and some muffled cursing.
Alex stared at the ceiling, the room partially illuminated by the dawn's light creeping in through the slit windows on his side of the bedroom.
"Good morning," he croaked.
Olivia groaned something indecipherable from the other side of the curtain.
Mustering his energy, Alex threw off his blankets, swung his legs off the side of his bed, and sat up. He rubbed his eyes, yawned loudly, scratched his naked body, and looked around wearily. His disjointed dreams were quickly fading from memory, and he stretched for a few moments before standing up.
He recalled his conversation with his sister the previous night, and decided to do away with modesty.
Olivia lay in bed, curled up in her blanket, a pillow pulled over her head. She hated waking up early. Every fiber of her body begged for more sleep, and she was happily drifting off again when Alex shook her shoulder.
"Nooooooo," she moaned into her pillow.
"Wake up dummy," she heard Alex say. "It's Monday."
"Nope."
He laughed, and gently tugged the pillow away from her face. "Yes, it really is Monday, and you gotta get up."
Olivia opened her eyes with a groan, then choked on an amused snort. Alex was standing next to her bed, his hands on his hips, completely naked, aroused, and looking very proud of himself.
"Dude," she laughed. "You are ridiculous ... And that," she pointed a finger at his erection, "is absurd."
She gave him a bemused look, then heaved her legs off the bed, peeled away her blanket, and sat up.
Alex grinned, looked pointedly at her breasts, and waggled his eyebrows.
"Alex." Olivia sighed. "You have a lot to learn about women. The mere presence of dick does not a horny lady make." She smirked and stood up slowly, rubbing her breasts absentmindedly, then stretching her arms over her head and arching her back. "You can enjoy the view, but I really want is coffee and a hot shower."
Alex maintained his superhero pose and grinned at her. "You really are gorgeous, you know that?"
She smiled gently at him. "I'm still just me, Alex." She studied him, then opened her arms wide. "How about just a hug? Like, a nice, normal hug."
He nodded, and stepped forward, wrapping his arms around her. They held each other for a while, enjoying the sensation of skin-on-skin for the first time, her breasts to his chest, his penis pinned against her belly.
"Nice, normal, sibling hugs aren't naked, Olivia." He gave her a squeeze and chuckled.
"Yeah, whatever," she mumbled. Her thoughts were focused on the erection pressed against her body, and the warmth of his skin. She sighed, and wiggled closer to him.
After a few more moments he cleared his throat. "I thought you wanted coffee and a hot shower?"
Olivia groaned again, and gently pushed him away. "Yeah, actually I do. Thanks for reminding me." She swatted him on the shoulder and turned, walking to her bureau and pulling out an oversized t-shirt and sweatpants.
He studied her as she pulled on the gray sweatpants, fascinated to see his naked sister do the things she normally did in private.
She caught his eye and gave him a skeptical look. "I really don't mind you watching, but this is about the most dumpy outfit in the universe and you're looking at me like I'm a Victoria's Secret angel."
Alex grinned. "I'm sure the novelty will wear off someday, but right now, yeah, it's pretty neat."
She pulled the old t-shirt on, ran her fingers through her hair, and flipped it dramatically. "I feel SO gorgeous." She fluttered her eyes, then looked her naked brother up and down. "You're quite handsome, you know. I'm not disinterested, I just want my coffee."
With that, she left the bedroom and padded up the stairs toward the kitchen.
Alex squeezed his cock and sighed, looking wistfully at the door of their room for a moment, before turning to fetch his work clothes and get dressed.
The rest of the morning was spent as usual -- jockeying for the bathroom and shower, grooming, eating toaster waffles, dealing with the parents, getting out the door, and piling into the truck. Dad drove the usual circuit, dropping everyone off at their respective jobs.
Alex's work passed without incident. The morning was busy and kept his mind off his sister for the most part, but everything slowed down a little after two in the afternoon. He ended his shift early and started walking home in the mid-day heat.
He texted Olivia as he walked. "Off early! Maybe you can get off too? Pun intended!"
Olivia felt her phone buzz, but was in the middle of shelving two cases of mac n' cheese boxes. Almost everyone did their grocery shopping on the weekends, so Monday was always busy with restocking. She ignored her phone until she was done, then walked back to the loading dock to check the message.
She grinned, and responded. "Super busy. Off at four. What do you have in mind??"
He paused on the sidewalk, not sure how to respond. "Honestly, I don't even know how to say what I want to do. Everything? Haha!"
She checked the message. Everything? She sighed, and looked up at a half loaded bread cart. "Alex," she typed out, "clear communication is super important. I really am open to talk about anything, but you have to man up and spell out what you want. I'll tell you too!" She put her phone in her back pocket and continued loading the cart, wondering what her brother would ask for.
Alex stopped in the shade of a tree, and chewed on his lip nervously. He mulled it over for a few minutes. "When I was jerking off last night, I was fantasizing about having sex with you," he typed. "That's what I want. But I totally understand if you don't want go that far. There are plenty of other fun things to do!" He hit the send button and sighed. That would probably kill the whole deal, he thought. His guts twisted anxiously as he started walking again. Their playful voyeurism was one thing, but sex was a completely different level. It was too much to expect.
Olivia felt the buzz and didn't even wait to get off the floor. She read the text and quickly stuffed the phone into her back pocket, her cheeks flushed. She started putting loaves of whole wheat in the white section; it was almost impossible to concentrate on the work at hand. That familiar, hot lump of desire was building in her gut, and her thoughts were jumbled, trying to reconcile her impossible fantasies with his frank request and their absurd situation.
She finished the section, hurried the cart back into the loading dock, then headed to the bathroom. She locked the door, pulled out her phone, and sat down on the toilet seat. "Let's talk when I get home, okay?" She smiled to herself, staring at the bathroom door, lost in her own fantasies and trying to regain her composure.
Alex was home by the time her text came through.
"Okay."
He was nervous. What did she mean? It could be anything, but he dared not hope for the best. He passed the next few minutes picking through his favorite books, and when he couldn't stay focused, went up stairs to tidy the kitchen, trying to keep busy. Time crawled by at an agonizing pace while he cleaned the dishes, and when they were done he sat down on the living room couch, watching the clock tick through the minutes, visions of his sister fluttering through his head.
It was nearly an hour later when the front door creaked open, and Olivia called out "hello? Anybody home?"
"Just me," he responded cheerily, jumping up and walking quickly to the door to meet her.
They stood there for a second, smiling awkwardly at each other, then hugged. "I need to change before we talk," she said, and pulled away, heading downstairs. Alex following closely.
She set her purse down on the table in their room, and quickly stripped down to her underwear. She traded her red polyester work shirt for a v-neck tee, and her black slacks for her favorite nylon track pants. Alex sat on a chair, watching appreciatively. When she finished, Olivia pulled out the chair next to him and sat down.
"So," she started, giving him a cautious look.
He cleared his throat. "Yeah," he said nervously. "Sex is kind of a big deal, huh?"
