Justin Thyme

This is part three of a multi-part story. If you have not read the first two parts I recommend you do so, in order to follow along with the plot and characters. If you are looking for a lot of gratuitous sex please go elsewhere. It will not be found in this section. Again, I placed it in "First Time" because I feel it is the best placement for the story as a whole. This section has a lot of Exhibition and Voyeur, along with a strong Incest theme. As always, I appreciate your comments on my work. I hope you enjoy!

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Sunday morning started off on a rather subdued note. There was no opportunity for any hi-jinks before Rosemary and I left for the hospital. I didn't even get an opportunity to watch anything of interest as the girls go dressed, as they took their clothes into the bathroom and dressed after they showered.

I really wasn't all that disappointed, as my Grandmother was weighing rather heavily on my mind. Our family has been blessed in that Rosemary and I have not been faced with serious illness or death among any of our close family, and the concept was rather foreign to us. To have our Grandmother in the hospital was a major thing; even though we had been assure she would be OK. I couldn't even remember anyone ever being in the hospital. I was in the ER once, when I broke my collar bone, but that is all I can remember.

I know it was really bothering Rosemary, too, because she hardly talked at all. Her clothes were the most conservative I've seen her wear in quite a while, also. She has never been one to dress in a slutty fashion, well, except for lately when Mom and Dad aren't home. Today, however, was radically different than normal. She looked nice, don't get me wrong. I think she would look nice wearing a burlap bag, but that's not what I'm talking about. She wasn't dowdy, just very demure.

I guess I wasn't a whole lot different, in that I wore a pair of Khaki's and a polo shirt with dress shoes. For me, it was almost formal.

Susie and Stephanie both gave me a big hug when they left for home, just before Rosemary and I took off for the hospital. We had just gotten into my Mini and I started the engine, when Dad pulled into the drive. I was surprised to see him, and jumped out of the car to see what was wrong, but Rosemary beat me to it.

"Hi, Daddy. What's wrong?"

"Wrong? Nothing. Can't a man come home?" he asked with a grin.

"You know! How's Grandma?" Rosemary gave him a big hug, and he reached an arm out and pulled me into the embrace as well. We tend to be a huggy family.

"Oh, her. Is that why you two are dressed for a funeral? She's doing fine. No sign of any permanent damage, and they think it was from the blood clot, so there is no sign of any disease, but they'll be checking some more before she goes home."

"Why are you home, then?"

"I have to fly to St. Louis this afternoon. Did you forget? I've got to clean up a bit and grab my stuff. I'm also going to take some things to your mother. She plans to stay with Mom tonight, so Grandpa can go home and get some rest. Can you two 'adults' make it on your own for one more night?"

"Sure," I said. Do you want us to take Mom's stuff to her?"

"No, I want to stop back by on the way to the airport. Why don't you two head on over there? Your grandmother was asking for you. No, don't worry!" he said at the look on my face. "She just knows you are worried and wants to see you. Scoot on over, but don't stay long, please. She is fine, but being in the hospital is tiring enough, and talking with people is wearing. Forty-five minutes at the most, but leave after thirty if you see she is tired. OK?"

"Will do, Daddy. When will you be home from St. Louis?"

"Not until Friday, this time. I'm sorry."

"Me, too. I miss you." Rosemary turned and walked back around my car.

I shook Dad's hand and gave him a hug before climbing back into the car myself. He is a man I really admire. Although he has to travel a lot for business he is not stinting of his time with us when he is home. Neither does he try to buy our affection with gifts like some of my friends parents do. Sure, he gives us nice things, like our cars, but they have practical purpose behind them as well.

I know he and Mom put a lot of thought into what cars to get us, and they picked ones that went along with our personality and that we would enjoy. I loved my Mini, but there was no way I was riding in that little Bug. Nothing wrong with the Bug, but it just wasn't me.

I was going to have to pay attention to the way he did things if I was to be half the man he is.

Rosemary and I drove on over to the hospital. Neither of us had any idea what to expect, and we both were trying to prepare ourselves for whatever we found. About half way there Rosemary's hand found mine, and held it tightly until we pulled into the parking lot. It made for some difficulty shifting gears, but we made it, and truth be told, I kind of liked it myself.

A few times a tear trickled down Rosemary's cheek, and she sniffled a few times, but other than that things were pretty much under control, just subdued. When we got out of the car, but before going across the drive to the sidewalk, Rosemary buried her face on my shoulder and sobbed once. "Justin, what if she isn't really all right? She isn't going to die, is she?"

I put an arm about her shoulders and pulled her to me gently. "No, honey, she is going to be fine. Dad wouldn't have left if there was any problem, you know that."

"I know. I'm just a big baby, but I'm scared."

"Hey, there. You'll be OK. It's just the 'not knowing' that has you scared. Once we get up there, you'll see." I pulled gently on her shoulder guiding her toward the crosswalk. Once again, her hand found mine and grasped it tightly, as if to be certain I wasn't taken away from her.

We crossed the street and made our way in the entrance and up the elevator to the fourth floor and down to room 422, where Dad had told us to go. Grandma greeted us with a great big smile when we walked in the door. Her hospital bed was raised at the head, so that she was nearly sitting. To say I was relieved is totally understated. She didn't look sick. Sure, she had an IV in her arm, but that is standard practice.

"So how are my favorite grandchildren doing? You didn't get all dressed up for me, did you? I'm not dead yet. Don't you know only the good die young?" If that was the case she had outlived her time by quite a lot. Grandma Stevens was one of the kindest, gentlest people you will ever meet. Being 'good' was just a part of her DNA. Mom inherited a lot of it fortunately.

We walked in quietly and each gave her a hug and told her we love her. She, as was her custom, kissed us on the cheek and told us she loves us too. We also gave Mom a hug and a hello. Grandpa had gone home to get a little rest. I guess he had remained awake most of the night, starting at every little thing, no matter how well he had told us Grandma was doing. They are fun to watch together, being so in love they still hold hands when out and about. I hope I find someone I can last with for over forty years, and still want to hold hands. Of course, Grandpa says it is to keep her from running away, and Grandma says it is to keep him from chasing the girls.

We were uncertain as to what to do, so we sat, ill at ease talking with Grandma and Mom until Grandma finally put our minds to rest. We had been there for about thirty minutes or so when Dad came back with a small bag for Mom. Grandma seemed rather quiet and still for a few minutes, and Dad just looked over at us and nodded at Grandma. We took that as our cue to call it a day and go home. We each gave her a hug and kiss and promised to look in on her and left.

Dad walked out to the hallway with us. "See? I told you she was OK. She just needs to rest and recover a bit, but will probably go home in the next day or two. Your Mom may need to spend a little extra time over there for a few days, so do what you can to help out at the house, OK? Don't leave dishes or laundry for her to do."

He reached an arm around each of us and pulled us close. "I'm glad I can count on you to behave and keep up with things. I love you kids. See you Friday, OK?"

"Sure, Dad. We'll take care of things. You don't have to worry," Rosemary assured him. I just nodded.

"All right. You kids get on out of here then. Drop in tomorrow after school if you want. Again, keep it short. If she has visitors and look tired, just say your 'Hi's' and claim you have to do homework or something. The biggest thing she needs is rest." He gave us another squeeze, then turned and walked back into Grandma's room.

Rosemary was pensive on the walk back to the car. When we got to the Mini she sat down in her seat and grabbed my hand. Laying her head on my shoulder she let out a big sigh. "That was really hard. I don't like to see Grandma sick like that, but I'm glad she's going to be OK. I'm so relieved I don't know what to do."

I just nodded and started the car for the drive back home. Again, Rosemary held my hand the whole way home. I don't know if she was just needing reassurance, or why she held it, but once again, I liked it. Once we arrived at home Rosemary said, "I've got to get out of these clothes! I feel like I'm wearing mourning rags or something," and she shivered. Something seemed on her mind as she went directly to her room. I wasn't far behind in going to get changed myself, but first thing when I went in my room and closed the door I turned on my monitor, for the feed from the Koala.

At first, Rosemary sat on the edge of her bed and kicked off her shoes; then again looking pensive she slowly unbuttoned her shirt, showing the camisole she was wearing under it. She was deeply lost in thought as she undid each button, and I noted tears slowly trickling down her cheeks. "Mr. Koala, I was so scared. I thought I was going to lose my Grandma." She sniffed a time or two and reached over for a couple of tissues to pat her eyes dry. Girls are so funny. Even at times like this, and when they are at home changing down, they have to be so careful not to smudge the make-up they are going to take off in just a few minutes.

Rosemary reached over and stroked the Koala as she continued to sit and think. "I don't know what I would have done without Justin. I'm glad he was strong and able to help me. It's funny, Mr. Koala, but him giving me you is when I noticed how special he is. We just kind of went our own ways before, but now it's different." She pulled her shirt, untucking it from her waist as she said, "I need to find something special to do for him. Something to show him how special he is and what he means to me." Meantime, she stood and unzipped her slacks and slowly slid them down her legs. "What can I do?"

I had dropped my pants and underwear right away, and was working one-handed on pulling my shirt over my head, being careful to not lose sight of the monitor any more than absolutely necessary, and holding my turgid cock in my other hand. Was I at last going to see what I have been waiting for so impatiently since our birthdays?

Rosemary stepped out of her pants, and turning laid them on her bed carefully before slipping a hanger under the legs to hang it up. She walked slowly, thinking, over to her closet, wearing only her bikini underwear and camisole top. The more I saw of her, the more beautiful she became to me. On the one hand I was ashamed of myself for spying like this, but on the other I couldn't tear myself away. She hung the pants on the rail and turned, facing directly toward the Koala and grasped the bottom of her camisole and started lifting.

My breath hung in my throat. At last! She was still deep in thought as she was lifting the hem up to her boobs, and the trailing material rose along behind her hands up to the bottom swell of her breasts when she stopped and slowly lowered it back down. If I didn't know better I would think she knew about the camera, and was just playing with my mind, but her thoughtfulness as she lowered the camisole back down belied any knowledge of the Koala's double duty.

"No, that won't work," she muttered as she moved slowly back across the room to sit on her bed before the Koala once again. "Mr. Koala, what can I do for Justin?" She gathered the hem of the camisole between her fingers and slowly rolled it up and down as she thought. Her tugging on the cloth pulled it tighter across her nipples, and then as she loosened it, it would pop back up, causing them to bounce gently, but delightfully. I could see the shadow of her areolas when it pulled tight, which made my cock leak a droplet of pre-cum.

She was wearing a light pink pair of bikini hi-cut panties, through which I could make out just a shadow of pubic hair, but not enough to tell how trimmed it was. I knew it was trimmed, because of the bikini she was wearing the other day, but I didn't know if it was just a landing strip or full, but trimmed. I thought I was going to wear out the monitor, staring holes in it trying to make things out.

A knee bent, and her foot appeared to rest on the edge of the night table in front of the Koala as she lay back on the bed, still pulling and releasing the camisole. Her thigh effectively hid her pussy shadow from view, but the smooth skin of her thigh was highlighted, backed up by those lovely breasts being pulled and loosed behind it.

Suddenly, she sat up.

"I don't know what I'm going to do, yet, Mr. Koala, but I'll find some way." She rose from the bed and opened her chest of drawers and pulled out her little tee-shirt and old volleyball short and laid them on the bed. Then facing the bed she pulled the camisole over her head and tossed it aside, then slipped her panties down her legs and kicked them off. She picked up the shorts and slipped them on, pulling a bit because they were so tight, then pulled the tee-shirt over her head. Bending over she picked up her panties and tossed them into her hamper. When she bent over I could almost swear I could see the outline of her pussy in her shorts. They were that tight! Then she picked up her camisole and put it in the proper drawer.

Rosemary turned back to the Koala and smoothed the shirt over her breasts a couple of times, and then plucked at the nipples to make them protrude a little bit. "Well, what do you think, Mr. Koala? Justin seems to like it when I wear this. What do you think?" as she pulled her nipples one more time. She cupped her breasts in her hands and turned and walked out the door. A moment later I heard a knock on my door. "Justin? I'm going to throw a frozen pizza in the oven for lunch. Do you want to come down to eat?"

"Sure. I'll be down in just a few." Now what to do. I desperately needed relief, but knowing what she was wearing I know she is going to be looking for a reaction. If I jerk off now will I stay soft later? In some ways, as badly as I want to see her naked, the anticipation and the way she is stopping just short is driving me wild, even more than it would if she walked around naked. Unconsciously I had been holding back, waiting to see her before I allowed myself to cum, but it didn't take much and I was spurting into some tissues. I thought I was going to black out for a moment. This was getting intense!

I threw on a pair of shorts, but decided to forego underwear, and didn't bother to put on a shirt. I decided I would take my cues from her state of dress. She obviously was wanting something, what she did not know, nor did I, so I decided to just bide my time and see where things were going. I for sure was going to enjoy the scenery while she was deciding. It really ought to be against the law for sisters to be good looking and have great bodies if brothers aren't supposed to look.

I waited about fifteen minutes, and then made my way down to the kitchen, prepared to be "surprised" by her state of dress. At the last second I threw on a tank top. No point in pushing the envelope to hard and fast. My shorts were snug, but loose enough my cock would not be uncomfortable when hard.

When I rounded the corner into the kitchen I stopped in my tracks and looked at Rosemary with raised eyebrows. "Mom and Dad aren't home again, and I guess you feel relieved and a little frisky, hmm?"

Rosemary blushed only slightly, and glanced down at herself. "Yes, I guess you could say that. I just wanted to feel free and relieved. Besides, you seem to like this OK. To be honest, though, if you weren't here today I'd probably go naked." She did blush this time!

"Well, don't let me stop you," I said with a chuckle.

"Yeah, right. Care to join me?"

That kind of threw the ball back into my court. As badly as I wanted to see her naked would I be willing to go along? Why not? She's already seen me on more than one occasion, twice when I knew about it and went along, but that was different. It was passive, or at least somewhat passive. This would be as an active participant. Could I do it? Would she?

"Maybe I will. What do you say? You first."

Rosemary turned a deep shade of scarlet. "I don't know that I can do that. Nobody has ever seen me naked before, at least no guys."

"You've seen me, but nobody else, to my knowledge." I was fudging on that, but she wasn't supposed to know I knew. Anyway, so much for being patient and not pushing.

She looked down at her feet. "That wasn't on purpose, though. This is different."

"OK, your call." I went to the fridge and pulled out a couple of sodas and put them on the table, then grabbed some paper plates. No point in having to wash them if we were going to have to take care of dishes. I kept watch on Rosemary out of the corner of my eye. I knew she was wanting to do something "for" me, but didn't really know what. I was leaving this idea on the table.

As I was putting the plates onto the table Rosemary stepped behind me and wrapped both arms around my chest and gave me a hug. "I just wanted to say thank you, so much, for taking care of me last night, and this morning. I don't know what I would have done if you weren't there for me." Her breasts pressed against my back were divine. I didn't have to worry about whether I would be too soft or not!

I just nodded, not anxious to break this contact. "That's what I'm here for. Big brothers take care of their little sisters." I was a whole fifteen minutes older. I could feel her pressing her pelvis against my ass also. I wasn't sure where this was going, or how we were going to deal with it in the future, but for the moment it felt mighty fine!

Unfortunately, right then is when the timer decided to go off, and Rosemary let go to get the pizza. She slid it onto the table, and I cut it before sitting down. This time, Rosemary sat across from me, in Mom's seat, rather than beside me, where she normally sat. I'm not complaining, because that put her luscious breasts right in my line of sight, and I didn't have to try to sneak peeks. From the flush on Rosemary's cheeks I know it was intentional, but I didn't let on.

Suddenly, just before we dove into the pizza she jumped up. "Don't pour the soda yet. She hurried over to the cooler and pulled out a nice bottle of Chianti. "This would be better with real pizza, but it will at least make this one better than it is by itself." She grabbed a couple of wine glasses and poured a healthy serving in each. She lifted her glass and said, "Here's to Grandma's good health, and to my 'BIG' brother who takes such good care of me." We touched glasses and took a sip before digging into the pizza.

I've never had pizza with better scenery! I tried hard not to stare, but Rosemary's breasts bobbing and weaving as she ate her pizza and drank her wine kept catching my eye. I looked into her eyes as I talked with her as much as possible, and I think she was enjoying the effect she had on me. I kept catching a little smile in the corner of her eyes when she would catch my eyes wandering.