Sorry it has taken so long but here is chapter 3. I am still on the hunt for an editor through the volunteer editor page and in the forums. If anyone would like to do it please message me. In the meantime I will just continue to post what I write. I love reader feedback so please leave a comment. Happy reading.
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Mike pulled up to his childhood home early the next afternoon. His dad had called earlier in the morning to see if Mike wanted to watch the baseball game with him that afternoon. As Mike pulled up to the brick house he saw that his dad had just finished cutting the grass. He gave Mike a wave as he rounded the side of the house apparently taking the lawn mower back to the shed for storage. Mike put the car in park and saw Jessica sitting in one of the rocking chairs on the front porch. She was sitting with her legs curled up under her. She had her nose in a book that Mike could only suspect was a romance novel, her favorite type of book. The book had her attention and she did not notice that he had pulled up. Although the sound of his door closing drew her attention away from whatever love scene she was reading.
Jessica wasted no time in getting out of the chair and bouncing down the three steps leading to the front door. She was wearing a pair of shorts and a loose-fitting t shirt. She had her hair down and it lightly blew in the summer wind. She ran up to Mike and wrapped her arms around him giving him a sisterly hug.
"I have missed you, Sir." she whispered in his ear.
"Missed you too sis." he responded. Their time was cut short by their dad walking around the corner.
"Hey Mike, glad you came over. How have you been?" John, their dad, said.
Jessica pulled away from Mike as John came up and gave him a hug.
"I have been doing good. I am ready to see your Cubs get their asses kicked today." Mike laughed as John gave him a friendly push. Mike could not stand the Cubs but his dad was a die-hard fan of the team.
"You are going to be waiting awhile then." John said as he walked towards the paper bags holding lawn debris.
"Maybe one day you will actually like a real baseball team, dad," Mike got in the last jab as he helped by grabbing two bags and took them towards the back yard.
"I'm going to see if mom needs any help," Jessica called after them as the men rounded the corner.
Once the lawn care items were cleared up Mike followed his dad into the garage. His dad had recently started wood working and he wanted to show off his latest project to Mike. he was building new kitchen cabinets for the future remodel of the kitchen. They spend about 30 minutes in the garage before heading in the house. As they passed through the kitchen Mike saw that the women were busy getting dinner ready. Their mom Sara was in the process of cutting some vegetables. She put the knife down and wiped her hands on a towel as they entered the room.
"There is my baby boy," she said before hugging him.
"Hi mom," he said as he returned the hug and gave her a kiss on the cheek. "Do you need me to help with anything?"
"No I think me and Jessica got this. Plus, the game is about to start. Go sit down and relax." Sara grabbed the knife and picked up where she left off.
John grabbed two drinks out of the fridge and headed towards the family room with Mike on his heels. Mike took a seat on the small couch while his dad sat in his recliner. The recliner was well broken in, as they have had it since mike was a young teen. John loved the old thing and he would chase anyone off that tried to sit in it. John grabbed the remote and flipped the channels until he found the game. They did not miss much and it was still the bottom of the first inning. The Cubs were up 3 nothing in the third inning. The lead was short lived as the opposing team scored 7 runs by the fifth. Mike could not help but mess with his dad about the score. The weather caused a rain delay in the eighth inning so John flipped to another sports channel to help pass the time. Before they knew it, Sara announced that it was time to eat.
They all proceed to the dining room and took the same seats they always sit at. John and Sara at the ends of the table and Jessica sat across from Mike and to the left. They wasted no time in dishing up their plates. Sara had fixed baked chicken that looked like it deserved a full-page picture in a magazine. Everyone always says that their mom is the best cook, although Mike believed that she could take a piece of cardboard and turn it into a gourmet meal. The conversation was minimal as everyone was too busy eating. When Mike was not focused on what his parents were talking about he would glance at his sister. It seemed that each time her head was down but he could tell her eyes were straining up to look at him without drawing attention to herself. The few times that she did look at him she had a big smile and it looked like she was about to blush.
The family worked together to clear the table. Mike offered to wash the dishes and told everyone to go and watch tv. Jessica declined saying that she would help him and make the process get done faster. Their parents quickly left the room. John was going to take a shower and Sara had a phone call to make. Mike shook his head as both of them went upstairs.
"Phone call my ass," he chuckled. "Hope they don't break a hip."
"Eww that is gross, I do not want to think about our parents doing that!" Jessica said as she started running the water for the dishes.
"Hey we know they have at least done it 3 times." Mike pointed out as he scrapped food off the plates.
"Still I don't need to know about it."
"Speaking of our parents getting it on, where is Kelly?" he decided to change the subject. Kelly was his younger sister. She was about halfway between Mike and Jessica.
"Out with friends I guess. She called earlier and said she could not make it to dinner today." Jessica answered.
Kelly had turned 21 a few months back. Now that she was legal to get in the clubs, she seemed to spend most of her time there. Mike wondered if her grades were being affected by the partying.
"So, Sir, when can I come over again?" Jessica asked pulling Mike from his thoughts.
"I am not sure. So how are you feeling after yesterday?"
"Do you mean physically or mentally?" she asked while handing him a pan to dry.
"Both."
"Mentally, I would have to say nothing has changed which is surprising seeing how you are my brother and your cock was in my mouth. You know that was the first time I swallowed cum, right?"
"No I did not. If I had known, then I would've asked you if you were ok with it." he felt a little regret for not asking her beforehand.
"It's ok. I have wanted to try it but I wanted it to be with someone special. I do not want to be known as the blowjob queen that will swallow. Could you imagine the guys that would line up for that?" she stopped washing the plate and looked at him with an innocent smile. "I was expecting the taste to be much worse than it was, based on the smell of it. You taste good Sir and I cannot wait to try it again.
"You have a point. I may let you get another shot at it soon. So physically?"
