"Hey kids!" Came the yell from the kitchen.
"Yes, father?" Jason heard Chrissy call back from down the hall.
"What movie would you like to watch tonight?"
Oh great. It's Thursday.
Jason groaned inwardly.
Their parents were trying to make 'movie night' a thing.
In the past several months they had watched about 6 movies. Sometimes it was a boring movie their parents chose; such as film from the 90s or some European love story. But sometimes it would be something actually worth watching; like a superhero movie or Hollywood action film.
It was his sisters turn to choose and Jason hoped that it was something he would enjoy.
"How about that one action movie that just came out last week?" He heard her say.
Jason quickly jumped into the conversation, "Ya! I'd love that!"
His dad made some grumbling sounds but then agreed. The last film they watched had been his choice.
"Fine. I'll start dinner and we can watch afterwards. Jason go grab the covers from your sisters' room. The basement gets a bit cool in the evening."
"Alright." He replied.
"Just come in, Jason. I'm going to take a nap soon." His sister yelled through her door.
He did not go straight away. He was nervous about seeing her because ever since the incident in the kitchen the week before it seemed like she was avoiding him. They had not spoken much and when they did there was no mentioned about what had happened.
Though to be fair, his sister was busy with school and her best friend Jessica had been over often recently.
Apparently, her friend was going through a breakup or something rather.
Jason tried to finish the chapter he was reading in his current book. But after he realized that he had been reading the same line for several minutes, he gave up. He couldn't stop thinking about what had almost happened with his sister.
He felt the heat rush to his groin and instantly felt ashamed.
What's wrong with me, she's my damn sister!
What had come over them when their parents were gone?
Perhaps it was simply teasing gone too far. Jason quickly banished the thoughts of his sister. He was sure that she was as ashamed as he was or why else would she be avoiding him?
With a sigh he stood up and took a moment to get a hold of himself. He was only going into her room to get covers from her closet.
He left his room and knocked on her door. Her door wasn't closed completely so it slowly opened.
"Chrissy?" He called out tentatively.
The door opened a little bit more and he saw that she was sleeping in her bed.
She always did like her naps
, he thought to himself.
He opened the door further and walked into her room. He slowly shut her door until it was mostly closed so that the noise from downstairs would not wake her.
A few steps further into her room and he stopped short.
He was hit full in the face with her scent.
She wore a sweet perfume that perfectly complimented her delicious natural scent. The room was thick with it.
The queen bed that she slept on was positioned in the middle of the room with the headrest against the wall.
He had to walk around the bed to the other side of the room to reach her closet. His sister was hidden behind a mountain of blankets. Only the halo of hair was visible from the door.
As quietly as he could he made his way around her bed. She must have been in the middle of cleaning her room because clothes littered the floor. He tiptoed around countless shirts and pants. His toe caught something and he reached down to pull it away.
He grabbed the fabric and froze. It was a light blue lacy thong. The strings were thinner than he thought possible. They lead to a narrow patch of blue lace that he could nearly see through.
This
would
happen to me, he thought humorlessly. He tried to drop them, but his hands wouldn't listen to him.
He felt his crotch stir. There was a dark spot on the blue lace. It was wet. She must have just been wearing them earlier that day. He felt the wetness between his fingers. His erection grew.
He dropped the panties at once and took a deep breath to snap out of it. But the only thing he succeeded in was breathing in more of Chrissy's scent.
That was when he realized the sweetness he was smelling was not her perfume but it was her sex. She had to have been masturbating for her panties to be so wet and her room to smell so strongly of it. Which would explain the sudden nap, too.
Then he noticed some clothing that did not belong in the room. The pair of boxers he had worn earlier and had taken off to go swimming were on the ground just beside her bed.
He hadn't noticed they were missing from the floor of his room. He didn't stop to try and figure out how they ended up there. Instead, he continued towards the closet and rounded the other side of the bed.