Tuesday morning found me rock hard, still dreaming about Ruth. I'm not sure if I had a wet dream during the night, but the visions running through my head were so vivid as to seem real.
It's weird when you get a revelation sometimes. Like, I had never thought of either my cousin or sister in a sexual manner, but once I crossed the line with Norah, my cousin, the only thing I could think about was how much I truly desired Ruth, my sister. It was as if some pent-up longing inside had now been freed.
The problem was twofold though. First, there was no guarantee that Ruth shared my ever-growing love for her. Second, Norah, having crossed the line with me, already was beginning to get closer and a bit more "loverly." She wanted to keep things a secret - for now. She did seem resigned to the fact that eventually we'd have to out ourselves as a couple to Ruth. Now that my crush on Ruth, or Roo as we sometimes called her, was blossoming, letting her know that I was with Norah seemed counterproductive.
I suppose it was silly to think that I stood a chance with Ruth. But it's funny how crossing that line can make things seem a little clearer.
The phone startled me and I jumped naked from the bed and trotted down the stairs to answer it. It was Norah.
"Hey, did Ruth get in?" she asked.
"No, not yet. Just getting ready for work?" I answered.
"Yeah. Hey I just wanted to tell you before she got here and we get tied up with our little secret...well, that I'll miss you. And if it seems like I'm pushing you away, I'm just that much more aching to be close to you," she said.
"Sure. Me too," I offered, a bit dismissively.
She seemed a bit miffed by the off-handedness of my reply.
"Well, I've got to go to work. Call me when you feel like it," she said tersely and hung up.
Golly, our first fight - I thought to myself. And then I thought about Norah. Perhaps she was feeling a bit vulnerable. I thought about her and her saying she was aching to be close to me. I though about making love to her on the living room floor. I thought about the first time the two of us did it and how powerful it felt. How right it felt. Even with Mary walking in, it still felt right. I noticed my cock was plump with arousal.
I picked up the phone and dialed her number. She picked up immediately. It didn't even have time to ring.
"Hello?" she answered nervously.
"Hey. It's me. I'm sorry. I didn't mean for it to sound like I wouldn't be thinking of you. I just woke up," I said.
"It's okay," she muttered, "I was feeling a little like I was going to be lonely this week without you and I guess I just wanted reassurance."
"You won't be without me," I explained, "We'll be over every night. Just like old times!"
"Well, it's new times now. Not old. And it won't be the same. I'll be missing you. Especially when she's with you and not me," Her frosty accent on the word 'she's' sent an uncomfortable shiver up my spine.
"You sound like you're describing another woman, not my sister," I countered.
"Hey, I'm a woman. I'll sound like how I sound," she said defensively, "Besides, you already..."
"Already what?" I asked, waiting.
"Never mind. I'm being stupid. I don't know what's going on with my moods lately. Have a good time today. I'll see you guys later," she said and hung up.
I placed the handset back on the cradle and heard the doorbell ring. Still naked, I grabbed a sheet from the downstairs laundry basket and wrapped it around myself. I open the door and Ruth came bounding in. Excited, she embraced me in a big hug and kissed me on the neck.
"I'm so glad to see you!" we exclaimed simultaneously and laughed. It was uncanny that we had a knack for finishing each other's sentences.
"I'm naked under the sheet," I stated, "I can't hug you properly."
"I'm naked under my clothes!" she quipped.
I brought the sheet tighter around me and evidence of my previous arousal showed itself in bold relief through the sheet. I caught Ruth eyeing my package. She turned away quickly.
"What's on the agenda?" she asked, changing the subject.
"Well, why don't I get showered and dressed and meet my prospective landlord. You can stay here and get a nap if you're tired," I offered.
"Oh God no. I'm totally wired. I need to stay up 'til at least eight and then I can take my melatonin. That will put me in zombie-land later, but I should be good the rest of the week," she said cheerfully, "I'd love to help you. That's why I came. And lunch is on me!"
I let her bring her bag inside while I showered. As I lathered myself up, I thought about Ruth's body. she had gained a little weight since I'd last seen her. Her white capri pants were awfully tight. Her ass was gorgeous though and a little extra padding there only served to stir my lust. The place where it made the most difference was in her chest. Her breasts were large anyway, but now I could see a little spillage of tit-meat over the top of her bra. I soaped up my cock as I thought about being between her breasts. I wondered if she let guys fuck her there. I wondered if she and Norah talked about that when they were younger playing with "Fred" the educational sex-toy.
I decided to stop playing with myself and get dressed. The obsessive thoughts about Roo weren't going away, but dwelling on them wasn't helping either. I got out of the tub and dried off. I wrapped the towel around my lower half, my engorged manhood bound tightly against my torso.
I walked out of the bathroom and into the bedroom and got dressed. I headed downstairs. Ruth emerged from the downstairs bathroom all cleaned up and smelling like Aussie hairspray and Jovan Wild musk.
I hadn't placed too much connection to the scent before, but now associating it with her, it would forever haunt my heart when I smelled it.
She placed her bag near the sofa and I said, "No, you get the bed, Sis."
"I was hoping you'd say that," she grinned and took her small black carry-on up to the room.
By eleven, we were headed to the landlady's office. Her name was Carol and she was a crusty, but nice, businesswoman. She explained that she had all the apartments in her large development had been rented but that a vacancy had just presented itself in her tenement downtown. She had a few stops to make after and she asked us to follow her.
We drove down two side streets and pulled into Silver Street. I was nearly shocked still when she pulled into Norah's driveway.
"This is Norah's place," I said to Ruth.
"What a coincidence," she replied and opened the truck door.
Carol waited for me and opened the door next to Norah's.
"I just had the place painted. The neighbor girl seems nice. I guess she's a teacher at Saint Mary's or something. Young thing," she muttered.
She held the door open as my sister and I entered. The place had indeed just been cleaned and painted. It was the mirror image of Norah's place and I thought about what it would be like to be so close to her. My core was vibrant with electricity at having her just on the other side of her.
Carol showed me the kitchenette and was about to take us upstairs when we heard footsteps on the porch.
"Am I getting new neighbors Carol?"
"Maybe. This young couple might like the place well enough," she answered.
