Chapter 2: Trust
What a beautiful Sunday morning to wake up to! Sun was shining, birds were singing, and I was feeling fan-fricking-tastic. And what better feeling is there than waking up with my lovely sister cuddled in my arms? Sunday may be the start of a new week for most people, but that Sunday marked the beginning of a new life for me.
"Rise and shine, mister," Ashley mumbled, her back against me.
I placed my chin on her shoulder and found her eyes still shut. "How did you know I was awake?"
"Call it a woman's intuition. I love how you hold me like this." She held my hand firmly above her belly, her thumb stroking my palm. "I want to wake up like this everyday, forever and ever."
"Forever is a long time."
She opened her eyes as she turned her face to me. "What time is it?"
"It's not even eight. We both went to sleep early."
Ashley lowered her shoulder and pulled me on top of her. I wasted no time in covering her open mouth with mine. My tongue slipped between her lips, forcefully licking every spot. Her moans, combined with the soft breasts against my chest, did wonders for my morning wood.
For once, it was my sister who ended our fun early. "I hope my breath doesn't stink. I haven't brushed my teeth since yesterday morning."
"You stopped me just to say that? Here's what I think about it." Resealing her lips with mine, I probed the inside of her mouth even more rigorously. I didn't care if the aftertaste of my cum lingered on her tongue. I wanted to show her I was willing to do anything to satisfy her.
Ashley gave my butt a small squeeze, causing me to thrust into her groin. She whimpered sharply. "Mmm, you're so hard. Do you need me to relieve it?"
"I think I should do this alone. I really need to use the restroom."
"I'll go with you. I need to freshen up, too."
I held Ashley's hand as I helped her off the bed. She crossed her right arm under my left, nestling her head on my shoulder. We walked to the bathroom side by side.
"Mom and dad aren't awake yet," Ashley whispered, pointing at their closed door.
"Let's keep it that way," I whispered back. Turning on the bathroom light, I made a beeline to the toilet.
Our bathroom is very spacious, almost like it's two in one. The counter has two sinks and it wasn't unlikely for both to be preoccupied on school mornings. Behind a mosaic glass door is another room, big enough to be a separate bathroom, for the shower. It even has it's own lock, so it's possible for Nikky, Ashley, and me to be in the bathroom all at once, although we have unwritten rule stating if anyone is taking a shower, we don't enter at all unless it's an emergency.
It was a little awkward urinating with Ashley in the room. The counter covered my lower half from anyone who may be at the sink, but the door was generally locked whenever the toilet was in use. She made no attempt to peak at me, however.
Ashley brushed her teeth with an electronic toothbrush, leaving the sink running to drown out the sound of my business. When I finished, I stood beside her with my own battery-powered brush, mimicking her movements. She caught on quickly. "Ha ha, fery funny, mifter," she said, her mouth foaming with bubbles.
Rinsing my mouth, "What? I'm just trying to brush my teeth."
"Oh ya?" Rinsing just as hurriedly, she took another mouthful of water and spouted it at me.
The jet of water hit my arm and sleeve. "Ah! I can't believe you did that. You're in trouble now."
Ashley stuck out her tongue. "What are you going to do about it, huh?"
"Something like this." I filled my plastic cup with some water and flung it toward her. I wanted to splash her arm like she had done to me, but before the water could land on her, she turned her body toward me, letting it wet the front of her shirt instead. It wasn't a lot of water, but it was enough to make the fabric cling to her skin, and I could see the light purplish coloring of her right bra cup beneath it.
"Look at what you did!" Ashley gasped. The bra became more visible as she stretched the top and bottom of the shirt. "Now I need to change. Or maybe," tapping her breast, "I should walk around the house like this and show mom and dad what you did to me."
I grabbed a towel and used it to hide my growing erection as I tried to hand it to her. "You remember what mom said last night, don't you?"
Ashley refused to take the towel and began to casually brush her hair. Not that it needed any work in the first place. "About me wearing nothing but underwear around the house? Of course I do, but this time it's your fault."
The thought of my sister purposely exposing herself excited me, even after considering whom it'll be in front of. Two can play this game. "Okay, let's go. I might as well enjoy the view while I can."
"Hmph, alrighty then." Ashley put her brush down and I followed her bouncing butt to the kitchen.
Yesterday's full course breakfast was a rare treat; a real meal in the morning doesn't happen often in our house. Today, Frosted Flakes were the only thing on the menu.
Ashley placed the milk and cereal box on the table. "It's so sunny outside. Makes me wish we had a swimming pool."
I set two bowls and spoons and sat beside her, taking note of her dried shirt. "Me too. I would love to see you in a bikini."
She poured cereal into each of the bowls. "One problem."
Returning the favor by pouring the milk, "And what would that be?"
"I don't have a bikini."
"Really? Your closet is packed with clothes. I thought you'd have something for any occasion."
"Well, it's not that I don't have any swimwear. It's that they're all one-pieces."
Thinking back on the few times we have swum together, it's true I'd never seen Ashley in a bikini. I simply figured it's because she was in front of the family and didn't want to reveal too much. But even when her taut tummy was covered up in a bright yellow Lycra swimsuit, she looked absolutely radiant. Those rare vacation breaks were the closest I've gotten to seeing her impeccable physique without any extra clothes to hide her graceful curves. Then to watch her rise up out of the water with her golden hair clinging against her face and little droplets shimmering all over her skin was more than enough to keep me from getting out of the water myself.
"Brian, can you take me shopping for one? You can help me pick something you like."
"What, a bikini? You trust me enough to make a decision like that?"
"It'll be a special one I'll wear only for you. After all, you did bring up the topic. Think of it as my early birthday present. What do you say?"
Sure, I might've seen my sister in lingerie once or twice now, but a bikini is an entirely different matter of the utmost importance! It's my civil duty to take her shopping for a set. "Sounds great. And I assume you want to go to the beach, too?"
"Yep. Let's go whenever mom and dad take their vacation. Then we can have our own."
"That sounds even better. How long have you been planning this out?"
"It's been on my mind for awhile. You know, the past two minutes and all."
Ashley and I chuckled together. We never would've had this sort of conversation prior to that weekend. Now it feels natural, like we're a real couple.
As we were about to finish our small breakfast, I heard feet shuffling in the hallway.
Our mom, Helena, yawned when she saw us. She had one hand behind her long blonde scraggly hair -- looking even worse than mine -- and the other over her mouth. "Oh, good morning, kids. You're both up early." She tightened the light blue robe around her waist.
Our dad, Richard, was following closely behind her with one hand scratching his belly. He was walking on the ends of his green plaid pajamas and looked like he would trip on them any second. "I must still be sleeping. The kids are never up before us."
Taking the empty bowls to the sink, I remarked, "That's right, you're both dreaming. How about you two head back to your bedroom and sleep some more."
"Feisty this morning, aren't we," Helena joked. She and our dad took a seat across from Ashley. "Brian, just leave the bowls here. I think we're in the mood for some cereal."
"Sure thing." I returned to the table with the bowls.
Ashley stood up, twisting her upper body to her left until it cracked loudly. Then she twisted to her right, making another cracking noise. "Ah, much better."
Dad shuddered uncomfortably. "Ugh, I don't get how you can crack your bones like that and not permanently injure yourself. Fingers I can understand, but not your back."
