Midnight Reunion

Midnight Reunion

--- Night of 19 th birthday ---

"Hey Arthur, I'm gonna go toss on my swimsuit, let's get in the jacuzzi and have another midnight reunion." Sky said to me scampering into my room around

"Come on, you know how pissed Nana gets when we waste that much electricity at night, plus it's freezing tonight." I respond, rolling my eyes thinking about shivering my ass off.

"Dude, you've been falling asleep at like 8pm every night for the entire week, what's the deal? It feels like you already left for college." Sky prodded at me.

"I've told you a million times, I have those meetings with my mentor up at State at 6am. Plus going to my internship afterwards, I need all the rest I can get!" I nearly yelled, trying to guilt her for getting on my nerves.

"Artie, when you leave to the big leagues, and your little sister is stuck here floundering with no prospects, that'll be on you."

"Wrong, don't blame that on me. You're just salty things have changed. We can't stay up until midnight every night talking about shit and nonsense. I need to grow up, I can't cater to my little sister for the rest of my life!"

"Bullcrap. You're full of it. What happened to my best friend? I barely know you anymore. I don't even know what changed, what did I do? What could have possibly happened that fucked up your mind so bad?" Sky stared daggers into me. Her eyes were like crystals. I used to love looking in her eyes, but now I can't even look at her face.

"Skylar please, I don't know. I can't figure it out. I just know it has changed."

"We can figure it out. Are you scared of school? Your internship? Did you kill someone? I'll bury the body, I swear. Please, Arthur, I want my best friend back."

"I... uh... can't. I need to sleep." I respond, with a heavy weight on my back.

"Fuck off. Whatever, if you want to cut me out so bad, but I will always be here for you, I love you Arthur, but you fucking suck dude." Sky spoke softly, but aggressively, slamming my door, I think I even saw some tears.

I feel bad. "What's wrong with me?" I think to myself as I flop onto my bed. I can't remember ever feeling those things about Skylar. She is truly the best friend I've ever had, but things have changed. I can barely look at her anymore after what I did, and I'll never tell her either. I'm a fraud, taking advantage of the one person in life I promised to protect.

This story starts back when I just turned 18. My name is Arthur, but you can call me anything resembling words close to that; A, Art, Artie, Tur, you name it, I've been called it. I was in high school at the time, and was defiantly a nerd, well, still am. My sister on the other hand, Skylar, or Sky as I called her is a sporty, fitness model so to speak. I know it may come off as creepy to describe your sister like that, but it is true, she's an absolute stunner. I'm nearly 6 feet tall and probably about 165 pounds of skin and bones. Sky on the other hand is 5 foot 4 and is stronger than me. She probably could squat 3 of me stacked on her shoulders. The thing is, she isn't overtly muscley or scary. In fact, she has a nice combination of fat with her muscles, enough to make you notice that she is extremely blessed in the curves department.

Sky, like her name suggests, draws great inspiration from the beauty of the heavens with her looks. She has stunning blonde hair, striking blue eyes, and wears just enough makeup to define her pretty cheeks and soft smile. She has a bubbly personality but prefers to keep her circle small. I've never seen her with a boyfriend or any friends really to be more specific.

Now let's get this story started. Sky turned 18 approximately 1 minute after me. We are twins and for our 18th birthday, we had a mild party, with just a few friends, but they left earlier in the night. The two of us decided to stay up until midnight to celebrate as was our tradition. Our parents had died when we were young, so we grew up fostered by our Nana. We had a tradition to stay up so late because our rooms were downstairs, attached to a basement living room area. We didn't do anything weird, just lit sparklers, or sat in the jacuzzi catching up on life.

This must have started when we were in middle school, then as we got older, became a regular occurrence.

"Sky, do you ever think about how we're just ants in the great scheme of a cosmic performance?" I mutter sipping on a combo of some stolen whiskey and coke. We were downstairs in the basement bar my grandfather built for himself years ago. It was a perfect hideout because it was far enough from my Nana's room, so sound didn't travel, and the screen door led right out to a firepit and jacuzzi. It's also right next to both of our rooms, so it's sort of a private living room for Skylar and me.

"Oh but of course. '

It's all meaningless. You, me, Lebron James. We all die, and everything means nothing'."

Sky started sincere but finished off by mocking me in some sort of deep raspy batman voice.

We both burst out laughing.

Skylar starts up again showing me her perfect doe eyes, "If you really believe that, then you must not think much of me. Am I really that insignificant in your life?"

Coughing up a little on my drink, I catch myself, "No, uh, come on, you know what I mean. Plus, there is nobody worth more to me than you. Remember our pinky promise?"

I shoot out my hand, pinky extended waiting for her approval.

"How could I forget?!" She matches my pinky as they curl around each other, we both chant.

Skylar, my baby sister, I'll love and protect her forever.

"Stop it, stop it! My sides are hurting." I cry out as I'm laughing so hard, I'm going to spit out my drink. I must have said that when I was a kid, but I hardly remember the original now, because we've chanted that together for as long as I can remember as a joke.

"Make me one of those puppies, I'm going to get changed. I say we get a little cuzzi action going tonight, Nana is already passed out." Skylar says, pointing to one of the drinks I made from Grandfather's stash that must've been decades old. Luckily, Nana never knew where he kept the good stuff, so unfortunately for him, Sky and I have been guzzling it for years. He probably doesn't mind since he gets to romp around in heaven though.

I start pouring a little bit of whiskey into a glass with ice and coke like I'm a regular bartender and not some nutcase who is ruining super expensive and vintage whiskey with coke. As I'm stirring it up, I turn and notice Skylar didn't close her door all the way.

I knew Skylar had a good body, but for some reason I never looked at her like that. Not until now that is. Skylar is changing in front of an angled mirror from me, so I see everything. Her ass is so plump, almost juicy. It is perfect, flawless, shining like a gift from God himself to me at this moment. She starts sliding up her bikini bottoms and I can just tell how firm they are. I almost start salivating wondering about how it would feel to massage her butt.

Sky turns slightly and starts tying her bikini bra, but before she's able, I get a healthy glance at her beautiful breasts. Just big enough to fit in your hand, but not so big it's too much to handle. Her nipples resting perfectly in the center, small and pretty, asking for attention. The combination of her medium sized tits and her toned stomach made her look like my dream woman. I needed air, I needed oxygen, this was too much.

My jaw drops, and so does the glass I'm holding.

"Shit." I mutter snapping back to reality and turning my attention to the glass shards everywhere at my feet.

Sky darts into the kitchen, staying at a distance because she heard the glass. "Are you okay, did it get knocked off the table?"

I don't respond right away, and that is another mistake. I get lost in her body again. She is hypnotizing me.

"Helllloooo, Arthur? What the heck happened? Are you trying to wake up Nana to catch you drinking that stuff?"

"No, sorry, must've got too aggressive when I was stirring." I snapped back to reality trying to focus my eyes on hers, rather than her body.

"Oh rats, no worries, you're on clean up duty. I don't have any shoes on, so I'm not gonna step over where you are, dummy. Meet me outside when you're done." Skylar started opening the screen door to head outside and I couldn't take my eyes of her ass. This must have been what crackheads felt like the first time they smoked.

I quickly cleaned up my area, sprinted to my room to throw on a swimsuit, and sprinted back to the lounge area. I should've taken my time cleaning because as soon as I came rushing back, I stepped on a glass shard.

"Fuck!" I yelled. This was not my night.

Skylar again, probably tired of my clumsiness, rushed back inside. "Dude, what could possibly have happened this time?" She said sardonically.

I hopped around holding my foot. "I stepped on the one piece of glass I must've missed."

"I'll get my tweezers, stay put." She rushed off into her dark room, immediately coming back clicking the tweezers together like a pair of tongs ready for a grill.

"Stay still, this will just take a second." She muttered as she focused in on my foot. Skylar had me sit up on the countertop so she could get a better angle. She propped my leg on her thigh, and she ran her hand over my foot angling it around to find the perfect attack point.

Her hands were so soft and delicate. Her thigh was nice and plush, just as soft as her hands. This was bliss. Then I snapped back to reality when I realized my dick was rock hard and right in front of her face. Lucky for me, she was looking at my foot but that wouldn't last forever. I shuffled my arms over my crotch, but that brought Skylar's attention to me. It's not like I have a massive dick, but at around 8 inches and decently wide, it's not easy to hide in swim trunks.

Her eyes glanced at my crotch and then up at me.

"How, uh, is it looking?" I asked her, trying to act casual.

"Pointy, and I bet it hurts from being like that." She replied chuckling as she took a swipe with her tweezers, yanking the shard from my foot in a swift motion and then bandaging it up.

"Yowch!" I yelped like a little boy and wiped some tears from my eyes because it stung so bad.

"My hero, my angel! Thank you so much." I say to Sky as I hobbled off the counter and turn slightly so my hard on isn't pointed right at her.

I can see her blush as she leans in and kisses me on the cheek, then whispers in my ear, "I'll dote on you for the rest of your life, clumsy man." Her hot breath and quiet words made my skin tingle, and I got goosebumps everywhere. She turned to start walking towards the hot tub once again, but as she turned, she rubbed into my crotch with her ass.

Skylar didn't even make a notice of it. Just as quickly as her bare skin brushed against my dick print, she vanished out the door, waving for me to join her soon. It could have been an accident, I thought. There wasn't much space behind the bar where I was, so maybe it was a coincidence... or maybe she wanted to tease me?

I'm not Sherlock Holmes so I won't be able to figure that out now. So, I whipped up another batch of whiskey cokes and trotted out to the hot tub.

"Here comes my waiter, my hands are wet, feed me the first sip and I promise you'll get a decent tip." She hollered at me, shifting and sitting up in the tub, moving on to her knees so she leans over the edge of the tub. Putting her weight on her elbows, she presses her tits together poking them out towards me.

"Goodness, is this what I get for almost bleeding out earlier?" I say tilting the glass up to her lips.

She looks up at me, piercing blue eyes, almost pouting. She's pursing her lips so that they look full, and she still is pressing her boobs out so far, I'm convinced they'll pop loose soon. I can't take this. She's practically eye level with my growing dick again, and the whiskey drink starts trickling down her chin. This has to be a coincidence, this is too erotic, she's my baby sister.

"Thanks bro. While you're up, go ahead and make me another one. I need to celebrate tonight. 18 is a big year. Adults now, huh?" Skylar ponders to me.

"Of course, just one second, I'll just bring the bottles out here. That seems like a good idea. My internship doesn't start for another few weeks anyways." I grab the ingredients from the kitchen, knowing full well an open bottle of liquor in a hot tub is a terrible idea.

"Speaking of, remind me of your plan, you barely have mentioned it." Sky asks sinking back into the tub.

I clamber over the edge of the tub making sure my body has calmed down before climbing in.

"Basically, I'm doing production for State's basketball team. I found a mentor and he got me the spot if I start meeting with him regularly in the mornings."

"Oh great, so you'll strike it big, and start producing for the NBA in no time. Now I remember, it's all because of your crush on Lebron James hahahah." Skylar starts laughing at me, splashing a little water my way.

I yield back, a little embarrassed but also shielding my drink, taking a long sip. My body is starting to feel warmer, not sure if it's the blazing hot tub or all the whiskey I've had so far. Skylar certainly looks a little buzzed too.

"Sure, one day I would like to produce on game day for the NBA, but for now I'm stuck with you."

We both start getting comfortable, talking about anything under the sun, but I bring it back to our futures.

"What about you, Sky? I haven't heard anything about what you wanna do, you're not even applying for college still?"

She looks off, almost disappointed, "No, I don't want to keep studying. I feel a little lost honestly. Mom and dad, and grandfather. I don't want to grow out of here and lose you too. So, I've been thinking of just sticking around here and finding work."

"You won't lose me. We're twins, so we are born together and die together. I promise." I wink at her and hand her the whiskey to top off her drink.

Skylar leans back as she's done millions of times. But now I notice her tits sitting out in the open floating like air bags. She's wearing a white suit, so I can faintly see the outline of her nips through the fabric. I'm getting hard again.

Her legs stretch out and land in my lap. When Skylar does this, its always because she wants a foot massage. She glances at me with one eye open, essentially egging me on.

"Fine." I mutter, picking up her feet one by one. Massaging them slowly and with skills I've picked up over time.

I think the whiskey finally started kicking in because for some reason after a few minutes I started massaging up to her calves. They were so defined and felt pleasant in my hands. I got lost in the moment and had my eyes closed, just absorbing the pleasures of her body. My sister's body.

I snap out of it and drop my hands back to my side and her foot falls back down to my crotch in the water, this time landing on my hard dick.

I open my eyes and she's staring daggers back at me with those beautiful blue eyes. I shift my body, so her feet are back on my thighs.

She sighs, "Why did you stop, I was loving that?"

"I guess my fingers just pruned up too much and I have a slight headache from the liquor and sweating so much in here." I replied trying to come up with anything I could.

"Ya, I'm starting to feel a little woozy too. Call it a night?" Skylar says, starting to stand up.

"Same time tomorrow." I agree, staying put awkwardly.

"..." She pauses staring at me. "Come on, let's get out and turn off this thing before Nana's bill is sky high."

"Uhh ya after you, it's hard to leave at the same time." I mutter embarrassingly.

"No no, I insist, brother dearest."

"Please don't make me." I beg her with my eyes. She didn't budge, wading over to me and grabbing my shoulders.

I stand up with great posture, and my little friend also stands at salute.

"Good, Arthur, thank you again for another wonderful birthday. You are truly the only person for me in this world."

With that, Skylar leans in for a hug, skin on skin. My mind explodes, fireworks, electricity, volcanic eruption, whatever description you can think of. She presses her chest into me and brings her thigh up and closes the gap, rubbing slightly on my fully erect dick. This was no normal hug. I wrap my arms around her, using the water as assistance as I glide my hands across her back. It was so strong, so defined, so soft.

Breathing in her scent, I burn it in my mind because it is the best smell I've ever encountered. This snaps me back to reality and I break the hug.

Looking my sister in her eyes, I sing softly.

Skylar, my baby sister, I'll love and protect her forever.

Drunkenly, we both burst into tears from fits of laughter, and head inside.

What a crazy night. I hop in the shower to rinse off the nasty tub water and can't help but get hard again thinking about what my sister, Skylar did tonight. I swear she kept copping feels of me on purpose. I started fondling myself a little, but decided it was best to just go to bed as I was dead tired at this point.

As I lay in bed, hours go by, and I'm woken up by my door creaking open.

"Artie?" Skylar whispers. "You up?"

I don't want to deal with this, so I just act like I'm asleep. She'll go away, she always does. She's done this a million times before.

"A. Come on, answer me." She whispers a little louder, moving closer to my bed.

Nothing from me, I keep my eyes mostly shut, hiding in the cracks of my pillows.

Then I feel her hand on my face, brushing away hairs. What is she thinking?

Skylar walks over to the other side of the bed and rocks it a little, maybe trying to see if the movement would wake me up. But I stayed still.

Then she climbs under the covers and curls up next to me so that we're nearly spooning.

She whispers, "Please never leave me, Arthur. You are mine. I love you."

She kisses me on the cheek, and I get a powerful gust of her scent. So sweet, so perfect. I love her too.

I wake up before I know it and the birds are chirping, but Skylar is nowhere to be found, and the bed is essentially unchanged on that side. Weird, maybe it was a dream?

The next day was nothing special, I had some prep work for my internship, the first portion was going to focus on camera work. So essentially for this, I needed to film something in motion with a few camera and use a toggle to flip between them to maximize the accessibility to the "viewers". So, from sunup, until practically sundown, I had my three cameras set up in various positions and put my dog in a pen to run around while I filmed him from the different angles.

Long story short, it sucked. Toggling back in forth didn't matter because my dog just wasn't a good model. I think it would do for the purpose of the project. I got a nice reel of him jumping in front of the forward camera, then a nice cut to the left camera as he ran over to his chew toy, and then a final switch to the right camera gave a nice side view as he started ripping it apart.

After dinner with some friends, I'm sitting in my room editing the clips together while showing my perspective with the clicker timing, when I hear Skylar come bounding downstairs.

"Woah didn't know you were shooting porn down here. Solo shoot? Or where's the lucky girl?" She exclaimed.

"Can it. I'm finishing up this project I need to have ready for the internship later this month. I filmed Hammy, but he wasn't the best model for my needs." I say still staring at my screen.

Skylar leans over my shoulder, staring at the finished product. "Oh ya, he's an amateur. What do you need, I can help out, I guess."

I turn to look at Skylar and she's looking down on me wearing a low cut, tank top, showing off her amazing stomach. She's also got on big sweatpants, so she must've thrown those on to get cozy after dinner.