This has been one crazy two weeks! Talk about uppers and downers, Jeeesus! For months, Em and I seemed to be on our own a hell of a lot, but now that we've... you know, started experimenting... it seems like someone else is always around and getting in the way. A week ago Mom and Dad's shifts swapped over so, whereas Mom was on afternoons Dad was now on day shift. Yeah, it was kind of frustrating, but it was only going to be for a week until the both of them were on night shift. So, The ex-Geek and Cute Sister suppressed the torments of their seething hormones so to speak... more or less. Not that we had anything definite arranged for when we were going to be by ourselves, it just seemed like we had an unspoken agreement. Then at dinnertime on Thursday, Dad dropped the bombshell: "Aunt Rose will be coming to stay, starting on Sunday. So, you guys won't have to cook for yourselves and all that stuff, all next week. Won't that be great?"
I think I somehow managed to look pleased, but I could have leaped over the dinner table and throttled him! Em just looked at her plate and didn't say a word. It isn't that I dislike Aunt Rose; she is a very nice lady...too nice in fact. She is Mom's oldest sister, Mom is the youngest of three, and Rose is about ten years older than Mom is. She got into the Flower Power movement real early and entered into the spirit of it one thousand percent - she was an icon to Mom when she was a young girl. She never got married - the only guy she ever really cared about got so spaced out on LSD he jumped off the top level of a ten story parking building in the belief that he could fly. Anyway, in the early 1990's Aunt Rose 'found Jesus' and, according to an unguarded comment made by my parents, changed from being a really cool, laid back, pot-smoking poetess into a prim, tight-assed Bible Thumper. And this was the person who was going to screw up the half-formulated plans I had for getting Em to carry on from where we had had to break off last time! Bummer!
The thought did cross The ex-Geek's mind that Mom and Dad suspected that he and Cute Sister were up to something, but after due analysis he dismissed the idea. Let's face it, the Esteemed Parents may be ultra-cool liberals, but they are not that laid back!
At least Em didn't withdraw into her shell again like she did last time. Up until Aunt Rose was left "in charge", Em used the computer while I was in the room AND dressed the way that I liked to see her. Now that was really cool - especially when she made it very clear that she knew I was watching her and stroking my hard-on AND it was okay if with her if I took it through to a gut-wrenching, sperm-spurting conclusion.
Have you ever wondered why so many liquid hand soaps look like sperm? Press the lever on the dispenser and "Splat!" you have a palm full of cum. I wonder if the makers have thought that right through? After all, they could be giving innocent young virgins and old maiden ladies severe heart palpitations, or worse. Or maybe it's a marketing ploy to give this group of consumers a guilt-free thrill and so increase sales! It doesn't taste like cum though... trust me. Joey, in a flash of very un-jock-like insight suggested once that it really is cum with some additives in to make it foam. He reckoned that companies like Proctor & Gamble have 250,000-ton tankers bringing the stuff in from poor countries like India, Bangladesh and China. Millions of guys are jerking off ten or fifteen times a day and sending the output to central collection points in a US Government initiative to provide aid and reduce population growth. Let's face it, if your cum is worth big dollars you are not going to waste it by squirting it into some female's snatch! Yeah, right... Shut up, Geek!
One evening while Em was reading from the screen a fair amount I got the impression from her body language that she was helping herself out, which made my own jacking off even hotter than it was at other times. Sure enough, she suddenly let out a soft little panting grunt and sat very still and stiff for a couple of minutes. Then she killed whatever was on the screen and left the room quickly without looking in my direction. But Em's eyes had that particular shiny look about them that I have come to associate with the fact that she had... cum I mean! Oh yeah, there was further evidence too... a big damp spot on the material covering the seat. And it smelled of pussy too!
With my sister out of the room I dived into Windows Temporary Internet Files and found the last document she had been reading. Wow, this was interesting: 'Hillary Finds her G.' It was a story about a female college student stripping off and masturbating, and finding her G-spot, whilst her roommates watched. Hmmmm! Very interesting! I could relate to Em's interest in masturbating while someone else was looking on - like we had started out by doing that together and both of us found it a huge turn-on. But, Em getting The Hots so badly from the idea of doing it in front of a bunch of girls that she had to bring herself off there and then? Was there something more to my Cute Sister than I had realised up 'til now? Or was it the knowledge that I was jacking off in the background that turned her on so much that she wanted to 'join in'?
By the way folks, bad news - subsequent geek research turned up a whole lot of discussion about the G-spot, with most sexology professionals convinced that it does not exist. Aaah, but think of the fun you could have trying to prove them wrong!
And what about when she needed help on the computer! Em wouldn't let me touch her, not properly, "In case somebody walks in." But now, when I knelt beside her to figure out what she had done wrong, she didn't bother keeping her knees pressed together. I leave it to you to imagine the view I got. If I thought I'd had trouble concentrating before... whew! For my part, I didn't bother to hide the effect she was having on Zorba the Geek either.
Em did let me kiss my way up the front of her thigh one time; she stroked the back of my neck while I was doing it. I expected her to spin the chair so that she was facing me and spread her legs when I got to the crucial area. But she stopped me from going any further the moment I reached the edge of her panties. And another time, when I got to my feet, Em bent her head and kissed the damp spot on my boxers where Z. had leaked. At the time I thought she was just playing with me, but later I reached the conclusion she was simply testing herself - and maybe me.
So, now you know why I was ready to kill Dad when he told us that Aunt Rose was coming to stay!
As soon as she had us all to herself, Aunt Rose started laying down the law:
"You shouldn't spend so much time alone with Peter in his bedroom, Emily. Especially half undressed like that! He may be your brother, but he's still nearly a grown man!"
"Peter! I don't want to see you wandering around the house in just your underwear. Go and put some proper clothes on!"
"I don't know why you two want to spend so much time on that computer! You should go out for long walks and get more exercise!"
"I hope you aren't using the Internet - there's lots of nasty people out there trying to make contact with kids like you!"
Kids! I'm old enough to vote and Em isn't very far behind!
In no time at all, Em and I were so prim and proper it was nauseating. Then we had prayers before and after our meals. No watching movies or programs on TV that had the slightest hint of nudity, sex, violence or bad language in them, which cut out just about everything. Even "Pride And Prejudice" on the public service channel caused much tutting and muttering from Auntsville about low-cut bodices and uplift bras. And, of course, no dates with Greg for Em! Not that that relationship appeared to be going anywhere anyway.
