This is the sixth chapter of seven in Book 3 of the
Charlie and Mindy
tetralogy, which is a story of forbidden love between a brother and a sister.
This book stands on its own, but it refers to events that took place in Books 1 and 2. You may therefore want to read Book 1 and Book 2 before reading this book.
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The alarm rang at five-thirty to get us up in time to catch our flight back to school. The clock was on the table on my side of the bed, and we'd rolled into our favorite spoon position during the night. So it was behind me, and in order to turn it off I had to untangle myself from my sister's naked, no-longer-sleeping, little body. I also turned on the light that stood beside the clock.
Immediately, I rolled backâto finish waking up. And as I did, I made sure that my morning wood slid back between Mindy's thighs. I vaguely recalled that it had been there when the clock went off. And that it had been happy there.
"I love to find you in my arms when I wake up," I mumbled drowsily into her ear. As I spoke, my hand found a tit, cupped it, and squeezed it gently.
"I like finding your boner where it is now when I wake up," she mumbled back. She wiggled a bit and clenched her ass-cheeks to punctuate her statement. "Mmmm. And I
really
like what your hand is doing to my boob." She wiggled some more.
I lay there, still half asleep, enjoying the bed's warmth and my little sister's soft warm femininity. We stretched against each other, each enjoying the feel of the other's body as consciousness returned. I heard familiar cooking noises from the kitchen, as Momâwho must've gotten up somewhat earlierâfixed our breakfast.
Mom!
I thoughtâbriefly panicked that she would catch us.
And then I remembered. I wanted to discuss the events of the previous evening with Mindy, and I also wanted to make love with her. But we had a plane to catch, and there was no time, either for talking or for physical love.
But there was time for me to plant a big wet kiss on the back of her neck. I felt her quiver at the touch.
"I love you so much," she said softly. Mind-reading, then, as usual, she went on. "And I want to, too. But I think we have to get up now."
"I love you even more," I replied, also softly. Sound carried in our parents' house. "And I'm afraid you're right. And we have to face Mom."
Mindy was already rolling away from me. As she stood up, she gave me a 100-watt smile. "It'll be okay," she said. "She said she's cool about us touching each other a little. She really liked the way you held me and comforted me last night."
The smile brightened to 150 watts. "I liked it even more, Big Brother.
"She thinks she'll be okay if we behave around her pretty much the way married couples behave in public. Some touching, squeezing, and kissing are fine, but no groping and no tongue action."
"You're kidding," I said, as I rolled to the other side of the bed and got out. I was still having trouble believing that Mom was going to accept us as a couple.
"No, that's what she suggested last night. We can talk after she drops us off at the airport."
She looked directly at my boner, which still stood proud. She whispered, with more than a hint of longing, "I wish we had time to do something about
that.
"
My gaze traveled up and down her little body, missing nothing. I started around the bed toward her, evil thoughts in my mind. "Maybeâ" I began.
She interrupted me in a stage whisper. "Oh, no you don't, Buster!"
In one quick motion, she scooped up her clothes from where she'd dropped them on the floor the night before, and then she scamperedâjust ahead of meâout the door.
I wanted to follow her, but knowing that Mom was up and about, I thought it was probably not a good idea to go running down the hall buck naked, my hard-on leading the way, as I chased my naked little sister. So I stopped at the door. When Mindy realized I wasn't following her, she turned around and grinned at me. I looked at her through the door; she was well out of reach. She blew a kiss to me, whispered, "Maybe tonight!" at me, and disappeared into the bathroom.
About twenty minutes later, well-showered, properly-groomed, and fully-clothed, we walked down the stairs together. As we did, I reflected on how little time it took to shower when only one body was involvedâand how very boring it was.
I felt pretty awkward about facing Mom that morning. But there was no escaping it; I was going to have to do it. Nevertheless, I hesitated when we reached the bottom of the stairs.