I pulled up to the kerb and honked the horn. I was deliberately late, because I knew how long it took for her to get ready. I wasn't in the mood to go in to talk to mom either - I'd never get away. The new car smell still lingering, my warm Audi wasn't such a bad place to wait. A spur of the moment purchase, it was running my fingers along her smooth, sleek curves that I knew I had to have her.
Julia finally appeared. How, I asked myself, could it take a girl wearing so little to take so long? She was taller in her high heels. Maybe 5'1 or so. She strut down the driveway past mom's mini cooper. Bending down to check her hair in the mini's mirror, I tried to unsee the toned ass that squeezed into tight leather pants. I reached over - not to admire sleek curves - but to open the door for Julia.
"Hey you," she said.
"Hey, sis. Someone's not worried about the cold I see?"
She dropped her little purse in the footwell and pulled the seatbelt over her black crop cami. Fingers fiddled with my knobs.
"Get this heater blasting and I'll be fine. Thanks again for the ride. I absolutely LOVE this car."
I nodded my appreciation. A bit too old to be partying with eighteen year olds, or any other year olds for that matter, it wasn't like I had anything better to do for the night.
"Suppose I owe you one for all the babysitting."
"You do pay me, Jay. How else do you think I can afford a cute top like this?"
She pulled the belt out of the way to give me a better view. Boy was she maturing.
"That's real satin. Feel it."
I smirked and fired up the Audi. She was sucked back into her seat as I tore down the road.
***
"I love looking after Tim. He's such a little cutesy pie."
"Ah, so you'd do it for free then?"
She pat my arm and moaned her girly whinge. It was the same prolonged touch she'd give me when I'd drop her home. I think she was just playing up to the whole babysitter tease. What did it matter. Aside from the obvious, it's not like I had a wife to cheat on anyway. My divorce two years ago took care of that. I still got on ok with my ex, Lisa. Mostly for the sake of Tim. Red hair shone as she tossed it over her shoulder.
"So, give me your honest opinion. I look good, right?"
I tried to process her impossible question. Julia fidgeted with something inside her purse.
"It's just I haven't gotten any in a while, and well, some male validation would be nice. Me and the girls talk about how you like to rate us."
"I haven't been rating anyone. Certainly not your friends."
"Men, silly. Now take off your big bro glasses. What would you give me out of ten? Be honest."
What did a while mean? A month? A week? I think one of Julia's favourite pastimes was fucking with my heads. Was it because I was a good bit older than her?
"There you go again, Julia. Mixing me up with one of your girlfriends to gossip with. Let me smell your breath. You must be on some pretty strong stuff."
"Don't give me that! Dry shite! You sound like Colin now."
She swallowed whatever she'd put on her tongue. I glared at her snarky face as I shifted gear. How could she say that. There was no way I sounded like the asshole that was fucking our mother.
"Yeah, you look good, okay?"
Though most of me prayed her reckless lips wouldn't ask me to elaborate further - a boyish part of me did.
"Thanks, Jay. I know," she said, squeezing my arm again.
"Oh, I wasn't finished, Julia. I'm glad my money has you looking so fine. I mean if you weren't my sister; well...Oh boy!"
As intended, she quickly took her hand off me and fiddled with the sound system. I did a good job of hiding my self-satisfied smirk. I was expecting some dance, pop, bullshit to fill the car. Julia started to wiggle and shake as classic country played. It was impressive how she updated her gloss covered lips.
"Half-sister!" she shouted over the music.
As hair and boobs bounced, all we needed were some flashing lights to complete the car disco. The redheaded cowgirl whirled and swung her invisible lasso. I couldn't help but smile. Julia was a lot of things. Fun was certainly one of them. I pulled daring eyes away from swaying flesh. I tried to focus on the road. It must have been her lasso catching that made my cock rise.
She turned down the volume when the cowboy's lover left him.
"Don't suppose you have any booze in here?"
"Not yet I don't."
"Ah, so is that your plan for the evening? Get drunk?"
"Got milk?"
"Huh?"
"An old TV ad. Never mind. A bottle of wine, Julia. Not exactly wasted territory. Old man drinking."
Her lasso still firmly attached, jerking off was now part of my evening schedule. I probably wouldn't think of her. I tore my gaze from her wobbling chest. Impossible to avoid; it was right fucking there.
"You're not that old, bro. You should be out enjoying yourself too!"
"Lisa said she wanted to talk to me about something. I might head over to her later."
Julia smiled as she stretched. I wasn't sure if she was showing off her washboard stomach, or her naval piercing. I had to get the idea out of my head that she was showing me anything at all.
"Ah, good, ole dependable Lisa. Seems there are still some things she likes about you, bro. You can do so much better though. I've always said that."
I took her hand off my thigh.
"Only about five minutes to the club now."
"Meh. That place is kinda shit. Same music. Same guys."
She'd only turned eighteen. How many of them could she possibly have had?
Passing streetlights shimmered off her chest. Committing the irredeemable crime of not being made of stone, I realised I had to get this female out of my car asap.
"Need any money? For drinks or food etcetera?"
"Nah, I'm fine," she said. "Colin gave me some cash when mom wasn't looking."
"I guess step-dads are good for something, eh?"
We weren't close enough to the club yet for her to be unclipping her seatbelt. I looked out for cops as the tame warning light announced our crime. I watched as her hand worked its way up and down the smooth, manual gear stick.
"I think he was just feeling guilty about looking at my tits all day."
There was a lean tightness to her crossed legs that guys at the club might find sexy. Moving closer to me, I blushed as she trapped my fingers between gear stick and cami. Her mischievous grin met my discomfort.
"So, you still hitting the gym, Jay? Hope you're not neglecting your health in your old age."
"Knock it off," I said as she rubbed my chest. "What were you saying about Colin?"
She smiled and succeeded in loosening a button on my shirt. Fingers burrowed inside and glanced lightly haired skin. A deep sigh was my only pathetic response.
"Nice and hard. A strong, steady heartbeat. Very good."
Eventually, I caught hold of myself before things could turn too weird. Knuckles glanced breast as I changed gear. I gently took hold of her wrist.
"Thank you, nurse, for the impromptu check-up. Could you put your seatbelt back on now, please?"
Julia switched off the radio. She gazed at me the way a little sister might look up to a wise, older brother.
"Do you want a blowjob?"
I narrowly avoided clipping the kerb.
"Jesus, Julia!"
So nonchalant, as if she were offering me a piece of gum. It was probably the sort of thing she'd do out of fucking boredom. Or just to see my reaction. She didn't let on as I squeezed the stubborn wrist still on my chest.
"I'm guessing your chest isn't the only thing that's hard right about now. I don't need to guess because I can see. And I know it's not for Lisa."
Her tongue was soft and wet. Steadying the car, our eyes locked as she took my fingers in her mouth. Uncomfortable seconds went by before I laughed in fake relief.
"Ok. Very good. You got me. My heart is really going now. Congratulations on almost destroying my alloys you crazy bitch!"
Her wrist broke free of my grasp. The hand resting on my belly slid slowly south.
"It's a simple yes or no, Jay. No strings attached. I'd say it's a one-time offer, but we both know that'd be a lie."
She dragged wet fingers from her neckline into her cleavage while keeping other ones between my legs. Though she'd called my bluff, I knew the second she'd offered that she was serious. That she wasn't toying with me anymore. It really was up to me. That was the scariest notion. One word and I'd get my dick sucked. Hold out for an hour and there's a chance I'd get some from Lisa -- a woman whom I shared no direct blood with.
I gasped as she caressed my crotch. It'd been such a long time since I'd gotten road head. It had been a very long time since I'd had a hot young thing like her. So here I was deciding. My sister or my ex? Was I really that bad for having such thoughts? Would other men struggle if they'd been given such a proposition? Would their minds toil like mine, as they rationalised the prospect of oral sex from their pretty sister. I peeked moist lips as her hand worked my bulge.
"We can't, Julia...We just can't."
"Just relax. Keep your eyes on the road. I want to do this for you."
"But you're my sis-"
Reading my weak utterances, she went down between steering wheel and belly. I could feel her teeth on my fly. The seatbelt warning light blinked as she pulled on my zipper. Light fingers and leathered ass distracted me from my moral self-lecture. I looked out for cops as air met skin. Foreskin. I didn't want to think about how many laws I was breaking. Of course Julia was right. I was as hard as a rock. I moaned as she held me in her manicured hand. Her breath warmed the tip as she once again corrected me.
"Half-sister. And this has been long overdue."
The reality hitting me felt warm and wonderful. Thick lips contracted and soft tongue swirled. It was hard to keep my eyes open, never mind keep the car in control. I moaned as lips travelled up and down my shaft. Nice and slow; it was better to be safe than sorry. I caught myself a few times resting a hand on her head. I had to stop that. I couldn't admit to enjoying it.
"So wrong. So fucking wrong!"
I apologised as I worked the gear stick against her body. Music momentarily blasted from a dark building's doorway. Tinted Audi windows blocked our crass indecency. I swung around the empty car lot to face the nightclub. Back hand glanced breast as I pulled the handbrake. At last, I could throw my head back and revel. My groans only encouraged her to work me harder. The dead engine tinked in the crisp weather. Soft squelches and faint club music were all that could be heard. I switched on the radio and watched a sexy redhead bop in my lap.
"Oh, Sis!"
Over the road a steady line of patrons began to form a queue. Skinny girls in miniskirts surrounded by young horny guys. It brought me back to my own desperate youth. Ironed shirts and gelled hair. Testosterone fuelled desperation; all in the hope of ---- she gagged as I grunted;
"Oh, Julia!"
