Amy sat in the pew and listened to Father Jacob speak. Lately, the service had focused a lot on the sanctity of marriage and fecundity. There had been a serious drop in attendance in the church, particularly in the youth sector. Amy guessed that the church was pushing for babies to ensure the trend didn't continue. Amy was sad she couldn't help. She couldn't find someone in the church she really connected with, and the boys her age in move secular groups didn't want to wait until they were married.
She sighed. Her family raised her Catholic. She went to a private, all girls, Catholic school. Why, she wondered for the millionth time, was she the only one in church? She worried about her family's souls. Mother and Father worked so much she'd had maybe a hug from either once this month. Her brother, Frank, just didn't bother with church.
She bowed her head and prayed for them. Not for her. She was strong. She feared she'd be alone in God's presence.
After service, she said her goodbyes and headed home. She went straight to the laundry room and pulled out the load she'd put in the dryer that morning. Most of it was Frank's. She smiled fondly as she folded it all. He was so protective of her. Despite only being 16 months older, he acted like his only purpose was to protect her from the evils of the world. She was blessed, truly.
She walked the laundry up two flights of stairs and headed for frank's room. His door was open half way, so she nudged it open and stepped in, then froze in shock. Frank was completely naked on his bed. He was wearing a VR headset and had earbuds in his ears. She could hear loud, female moans from the earbuds, but Frank's grunts and moans while he pumped his penis in one hand and fondled his testicles in the other was much, much more obvious.
Amy's muscles felt paralyzed. This was a sin. Her brother masturbated. He gave in to the sins of the flesh. How could he? And the VR headset. What was he watching? What was he hearing?
Frank's penis jerked, hard, launching thick, white semen into the air and all over his chest. He moaned loudly, pumping through the orgasm, his muscles spasming as he went on.
Amy dropped the basket and all but flew across the hall to her room. She leaned against the door, gaping, eyes wide.
"God, forgive me," she whispered. She'd watched her brother masturbate and orgasm. Sure, it was initially an accident, but she's stayed.
She'd stared.
She'd liked it...
He sinner's mind was filled with lust. She wondered if this was a routine she could take advantage of as she glanced at the clock. She wondered if her brother knew she'd be home just then and wanted her to see him. She wanted him to. What was wrong with her? She'd never seen a naked man before. She'd had a sex-ed class, but a medical picture wasn't remotely appealing. What she'd just seen filled her with desires she'd only heard other girls talking about.
Amy stood there for 20 minutes before sliding to the floor. She sat there for another hour.
There was a knock at her door.
She jumped up with a squeak and tore open the door.
Frank stood there, dressed and smelling of his body wash. His arm was up in the air as if to knock again. He laughed. "Hey Ames. Didn't mean to startle you."
"Uh... no worries." She could feel herself blushing.
"Just wanted to say thanks for taking care of my laundry." He stepped up To her and hugged her tight. "You've always taking care of me. That's why 'Ill always take care of you, sis." He kissed her on the forehead and took a half-step back. "You on want anything in particular for dinner? I was gonna order pizza, but I thought I'd ask you first."
Amy nodded, still flushed, "Sure. Pizza's good."
Frank laughed again and trailed a couple fingers a long her reddened cheeks. "I didn't mean to get you that bad, Ames. Sorry about that, again." He sobered a bit. "Got a call an hour ago. We've got the house to ourselves this week. Father's Paris and Mother's in L.A." He shrugged.
Amy's embarrassment faded, replaced by disappointment and frustration. Steeling herself, she pulled Frank into another hug.
"I'm sorry, bro."
Frank sighed." Yeah, well. You'd think I'd have learned by now."
Amy growled. "You shouldn't have to. Neither of us". She pulled away, her hands on his shoulders, "I'll always be here. Trust my word. They love us, but they'll never show it like we want. So it's up to us to be here for each other." She met his eyes, her own gaze firm and caring. "Got it?"
Frank smiled. Amy noticed he'd teared up a bit, the softy.
"I love you, Ames."
"I love you, too, frank. Go pick out a movie and order that pizza. Actually, make it two. Just you and me." She kissed Frank on the cheek and swatted him away.
She closed the door and took several calming breaths. She absolutely despised seeing her brother hurt. Her parents promised, over and over, to spend time at home with him. Lies. Broken promises. Well, she thought, I'll do whatever I have to do to keep his spirits up. This week was for him.
It was about that time she remembered his penis, spraying semen over his chest and felt a tingling sensation between her legs as her nipples hardened. "I need a shower."
30 minutes later, she felt much more prepared to spend the evening with Frank. She put on a house dress and headed downstairs. Frank was flipping through the channels like a madman, obviously not seeing anything on "Nothing on?" she asked.
"Plenty on, actually. I'm struggling to find something matching your sensibilities." He glanced up at her, then at himself. "Don't get me wrong, Ames. You look fantastic. I'm not sure if you overdressed, or I underdressed for this occasion."
Amy looked. Frank was wearing a cotton T-shirt and loose pants that reminded her of MC Hammer pants, if far less... puffy, Regardless, the disparity was clear.
"I dressed for comfort, mostly." She'd paused at the door. "I suppose I could change. With just us, there's no real need to consider propriety. "
Frank laughed. "Ames, I was teasing, despite your accurate conclusion, we could wander around naked for the week if we wanted. Probably best to answer the door dressed, though."
Amy blushed, remembering Frank's naked body. "Don't be crude, Frank," she mumbled.
Frank laughed harder. "You're so fun to tease, Ames."
Amy flopped down on the sofa, her face red, her mind a mix of emotions in the vicinity of embarrassment and annoyance. "We were speaking of poor TV options?"
Frank was rendered useless for a couple minutes as he laughed at Amy's blatant attempt at a subject change. Amy sat through it, as she always did. Frank wasn't mean-she was too easily affronted and she knew it. His laughter, in a strange way, made her happy, despite being the cause.
Finally, Frank took a deep breath and lay back on the couch. "Oh Ames, the joy you bring to my life." He smiled fondly at her.
Amy petulantly stuck her tongue out at him.
Frank chuckled and tumed to the TV, once more flipping through the channels. "Don't stick it out unless you intend to use it, sis."
A flash of Frank's penis in Amy's mind turned Frank's usual response into something entirely new and decadently dirty. "See if you can find something. I'll be right back," she said in a surprisingly steady voice. She stood and headed for the kitchen.
Frank nodded. "If you're going for wine, I'll take some, too."
Amy hadn't considered the wine, in truth, but since they were about to eat it wouldn't be a big deal. Regardless, she had other business to attend to. Once in the kitchen, she knelt.
"God, forgive me. I am being overcome by lust," she whispered. "I saw my brother masturbating and I liked it." She paused. "A lot." She swallowed. "Help me, God. Strengthen me. Purge my heart and mind of this filth. I do not want to act the whore I fear I am becoming." She took a deep breath, realizing she'd begun speaking faster in panic. "Amen."
Amy rose and grabbed a couple wine glasses. She poured a little 1902 in her glass and took a sip. She had to concentrate to avoid moaning. She absolutely adored this vintage. Okay, she adored wine, but she was quite fond of this vintage. She swore there was a hint of peach that had no reason to be there, but which accented it so nicely.
She finished it off and poured another, then grabbed a second glass and the bottle for frank.
Frank flicked through the channels. It was always a bit of an effort finding TV he could watch without Amy's prudish nature showing. He couldn't relate. He hadn't gone to a private school after 4th grade. Their parents hadn't demanded it of him, unlike with Amy. For that reason, his beliefs were for more secular. It was extremely unusual, he'd learned, for a family of means to only provide one child with private education. Fortunately for Frank, it had meant he'd had ample opportunity to explore, casually, the farer sex. Amy had been, in his opinion, absurdly sheltered at an all girls catholic academy. And while he knew _from personal experience - that some of the girls were more... sexually aware... than others, flirting with both him and his sister, Amy remained staunchly virginal in every way. Even the suggestion of sex and she hid her eyes. Even kissing, closed-mouthed, made her avert her gaze.
He chuckled. Only he seemed able to make her blush like she did. Anyone else she'd just huff at and comment on their impropriety. One suggestive comment from him, however, and she'd be beet red. He loved it. Since she'd never done more than mumble that he was being crude, he kept at it. He wished she'd relax just a bit.
As fun as it was to tease her, he worried about going too far and making her truly uncomfortable. The idea of their relationship being damaged genuinely worried him. He paused on a Lifetime movie, considering.
Amy walked into the den, wine in hand. She was surprised at the Lifetime movie Frank had stopped on. She'd expected HBO to get a reaction out of her. As she sat, he turned to her, a contemplative expression on his face, quickly turning to pleased as he eyed the wine. She laughed and gave him the glass and bottle.
Frank poured a glass and made a show of tasting it, to Amy's amusement. Frank didn't
Have her palette, He just liked a buzz.
After half a glass, Frank turned his attention back to his sister. "Listen Amy, I'd like to have a serious talk, if you're up for it."
