"Hey Kyle, is it true you can tell how big a guy's dick is by how loud he pees?"
"I beg your pardon?"
"Well yeah, think about it; guys pee out of their dickholes and so it stands to reason that the bigger the cock, the bigger the dick hole, and so the louder the sound of them pissing would be, right?
Kyle took a moment to take a sip of her coffee and stretch her arms out before she spoke. She was sitting at the kitchen table, still wearing her morning bathrobe, and looking contemplative. "Michaela, dear sister, it's still a bit early for me. Where do you even come up with these things?"
"Well, I mean, Jean-Luc always pees very loudly and I can tell you that he does indeed have a big dick," Mickey said, stretching by the front door in her morning jogging clothes. She then turned her head to look over at Jean-Luc, giving him a friendly wink and mischievous smile. "Ain't that right, little bro?" Jean-Luc, who was sitting on the main living room couch, saw Kyle turn to face him. Her large gray eyes bespoke of both amusement and curiosity as she waited for his response.
"Well, Jean-Luc? C'est vrai?" Kyle asked. Jean-Luc gulped, as images of his fuck session with Mickey replayed in his mind. Her moans of pleasure, her face contorted in ecstasy. What it felt like to be inside her.
"Uh, sure," he said softly, his voice empty of any of his normal cockiness. He saw Kyle go to say something, but then both of their attentions were drawn back to Mickey, who was now standing straight and huffing with a small but visible flame of frustration.
"What the shit?" she asked Jean-Luc.
"What?"
"Dude, you give me the best pounding of my life and then when I go to compliment you, all you can say is "sure?"
"But, I mean, well, what do you want me to say?"
"I want you to take some actual pride in yourself, not just always hiding behind a veil of shit-talking," Mickey said while crossing her arms. "I want you to say, "thank you Mickey, I do indeed have a big cock, and I appreciate you telling me so. Also, let me know when you're down for round two" Mickey said, giving an impression of Jean-Luc's voice.
"Round two?" Jean-Luc asked with a slight gasp. Mickey suddenly looked hurt before giving a beleaguered huff; as great as the sex had been with her, Jean-Luc had had a few days to crawl back to the realms of sanity. And now that he was there, he saw fit to stay there for as long as he could, before things got even crazier.
"Fuck you dude," Mickey said, grabbing her water bottle and going to walk out the front door. But before she could get too far, Kyle hopped from her chair and walked to where Mickey stood, halting her before she could leave.
"Michaela," Kyle said.
"What?"
"Be nice to Jean-Luc; he wasn't there when we had our talks and this is still new to him, and thus he is quite shy. Give him some time and he will come to you, with both love and eagerness."
"Yeah, yeah," Mickey said while rolling her eyes.
"Also, Michaela, you will go job hunting today."
"Kyle," Mickey said lowly while narrowing her eyes at her older sister. But whatever aggression was in her posture quickly melted, as Kyle gently lifted her sister's chin up to face her. And despite her tough posture, Mickey seemed rather powerless as she stared up at the taller girl. And as a glare of sunlight suddenly came into the le Coq house, Kyle stood fully illumined, her full beauty making her seem unearthly, her long chestnut-red hair flaring like a waterfall of fire. From his spot, Jean-Luc sat stunned as he stared at his eldest sister, jaw agape.
"Michaela, you are more talented, beautiful and clever than you realize. I understand if you don't always feel that way, but it is true. I also understand your apprehension of the future. But trust yourself; you have already overcome many challenges, some of which I will never fully know about. Finding a job is no exception; you can do it." Kyle then placed a sweet kiss upon Mickey's brow.
"Okay," Mickey said, pulling away, just as the sunlight that had entered the room began to leave, almost as suddenly as it had appeared. But before fully taking off, Mickey turned back to Jean-Luc. "You're still going to help me train for that race" she yelled at him, a cheer having returned to her face, before she closed the door and jogged away.
Kyle sighed before she went back to her table to finish her coffee. Jean-Luc was quiet, but out of the corner of her eye, he was taking more time to admire his eldest sister. She was so gorgeous that he suddenly found it hard to believe she hadn't been found by a talent scout yet, let alone been hired by a local business. Of course he had always known that, but it just seemed different now; more than it had ever been beforehand, it was clear that Kyle was an adult, with her own hopes and future ahead of her. Just knowing that strangely made her even more attractive to Jean-Luc.
And Jean-Luc, in as clear a thought as he had had for a few days now, told himself that he would totally bang her.
He blinked to himself, surprised at his own inner brashness.
And there, that distant echo of an energy in his loins...
"What are you thinking about?" Kyle asked him. He came out of his inexplicable meditation, cheeks turning red, feeling like he had gotten caught with his hand in the cookie jar. She was giving him that same expression she had given him earlier.
"Nothing," he replied curtly.
Now it was Kyle's turn to roll her eyes.
"Are you working today?" she asked him.
"Hmm?" Jean-Luc looked down at himself and saw that he was indeed dressed in his work attire; a set of clothes he didn't mind getting dirty. "Oh, yes, I almost forgot. In fact, I should probably get going."
"Oh, okay," Kyle spoke softly but happily. "If you wait a moment, I'll go get dressed and walk you to work."
"Oh, Kyle, you don't have to do that."
"Please, I insist, I'll be real fast" she said, quickly finishing her cup of coffee before she headed upstairs to her room. True to her word, Kyle came back down wearing a nice summer dress, just as Jean-Luc had just been getting ready to head out.
The walk to Jean-Luc's work was dusty and, with the exception of nearby cars, mostly quiet. While Kyle's demeanor was pleasant, neither of them spoke. But Jean-Luc could tell, that echo he had felt for Kyle was still lingering. In the heat and dust of the walk to work, he felt himself only becoming more and more anxious. He gulped, hoping his nerves would be calmed. He spared a few quick glances at Kyle; a flurry of light breezes was making her long hair dance in the wind, and when she saw him staring at her, she sweetly smiled at him again.
The Sweetest Sin Cafe was close to where the le Coqs lived, and on foot, one of the paths you could take involved crossing the nearby bike path. Jean-Luc looked at his phone; they were making good time, quite a few minutes ahead of when he needed to be through the front door. He looked ahead and then behind him, and saw that no one was coming.
"Kyle," he said, stopping where they stood. He then reached for her hand; Kyle herself was mildly surprised as she wondered what her little brother was going to do next.
Then, slightly stepping on his toes, he stood up and kissed Kyle. She was slightly taken aback, but she regained her senses and returned the kiss. At first, it was a quick, light peck. Then they went in for another, and it was more aggressive. Then, as the wind swirled around them, rustling their hair, they went in for their third kiss, and it was a lovely but intense Frenching. It didn't last long, but it had gusto; it was exploratory, a tasting, tongues swirling a dainty but physical dance. All the while, they were holding each others hands, and their wind cooled skin was smattered with goosebumps.
It was hot.
