Author's Note:
Sorry this story took a backseat to some of my other writing and I've been on a bit of work-induced sabbatical from writing as well. Thanks to my loyal followers that comment and check up on me to make sure I'm doing well and continuing to write. Please let me know what you think of this one.
-Nosebone
The next three weeks passed as our love and passion grew exponentially. We'd moved into our new apartment, and the change made it seem like we were settling into life as young lovers and not brother and sister. We enjoyed going places together, holding hands and exchanging quick kisses like other young couples. We were living the life that we both admitted we'd always wanted. When we were home we'd adopted an informal nudist policy. This led to almost constant lovemaking as the sight of one another naked was too hard for either of us to resist.
Mom called us the Friday before Memorial Day and asked if we wanted to come to the City for the weekend. I quickly agreed, but Stacey seemed reluctant. After I hung up the phone, I asked her about it.
"What was that about," I asked.
"I'm just not sure about going down there for the whole weekend," she said. "We'll have to just be brother and sister, again."
"We can't ignore her, baby. Especially now," I replied.
"I know, but I'm getting really used to it just being us here. I won't be able to sleep next to you at home," she said sadly.
"It'll be okay, baby," I promised.
We packed our things in her Civic and left a little after lunch. Mom greeted us with hugs and she announced we had reservations at a new restaurant she'd been wanting to try. There had been a definite change in the vibe of the house since the last time I was there. There were no references to my father remaining. His study was empty. I felt a little awkward, but I reminded myself he'd made his bed. Stacey was going to be our designated driver, so Mom and I had a glass of wine before we left.
There was a definite change in Mom as well. I saw a side of her that I'd never seen before. She'd always been very reserved, but now she was much more easy going. We had another glass of wine with dinner. Mom laughed and smiled continually. It was great to see the change. I glanced at Stacey knowing she could see the difference in Mom as well. I kept my hand on Stacey's thigh under the table as much as possible, her fingers intertwined in mine.
After dinner, Stacey drove us home. The wine continued to flow and Stacey joined us. We sat around the table until the wee hours of the morning talking and sipping wine. When Mom left to go to the restroom, Stacey pounced on me, kissing me passionately.
"You're going to get us caught," I whispered.
"No, I won't. I've been dying to kiss you all night," she said just as she resumed her onslaught of kisses. Stacey had barely sat back down when Mom returned and announced she was going to bed. She said that she was meeting her best friend Tish for lunch the next day. I felt Stacey look at me and I turned to her. She smiled, but it quickly turned to panic. Mom looked at me curiously but reiterated her intention to go to bed. Mom turned and walked back down the hall to her bedroom.
"What was that look for," I asked Stacey.
"I forgot I was wearing lipstick," she said. She grabbed a paper napkin from the counter and wiped my face. There was a tell-tale red streak on the napkin.
"Holy shit," I said. "How bad did it look?"
"Not too bad. I could tell. Mom probably didn't notice," Stacey smiled.
"Damn, I hope not. We need to be more careful," I said.
"We will. She'll probably be gone for a couple hours tomorrow," Stacey said with a devious grin.
"Baby. What did I just say about being careful," I repeated.
"It'll be fine, Shawn," she said. "I want you in my bed, finally. That's where I always fantasized it would happen the first time."
"You're a mess, you know that, right?"
"My panties are a mess right now," she said.
"Come on, let's go to bed. It's almost 3," I replied.
"Yours or mine," she asked.
"You in yours, me in mine," I said.
"You're no fun," she said. She walked up the stairs in front of me. There was lot more motion to her butt than walking would have ordinarily required. I reached in front of me and gave her little ass a firm squeeze.
"That took long enough," she smiled. "I'm going to take off my makeup and brush my teeth. Then I'll come say good night."
"Okay," I said. I did my usual evening routine and was sitting on my bed in a pair of shorts when she walked in my bedroom naked.
"Hey, I'm not getting through to you about being careful, am I?"
"What? I always sleep naked in the summer. You never knew that," she asked with a smile.
"How would I," I replied. I stood to take my sister in my arms. We kissed and our hands roamed over one another's bodies. I felt her reach down to rub my growing cock.
"Shawn, let me sleep in here with you tonight, please?"
"Stace, we can't," I replied.
"I need your cock so bad, baby," she said.
"I know, I need you too. Maybe tomorrow, okay?"
"You better," she said. She quickly knelt in front of me, pulling my cotton shorts down as she did. She engulfed my hardness and sucked me deliciously.
"Baby, that so good, but we can't. Mom's downstairs," I pleaded with her.
She just looked up at me as her mouth continued to work up and down my shaft. I shook my head at her, signaling my surrender. I moved to sit on the bed. She crawled on her knees to me.
"I knew you'd come to your senses," she smiled. "Now give me your cum, so I can sleep tonight."
She took me in her mouth once again, sucking me like she'd never sucked me before. I watched as her hand moved between her thighs. She moaned lightly around my cock as she touched herself. I was nervous as I could be, but I finally relaxed knowing that Mom was probably already asleep. Hopefully completely unaware that her daughter was on her knees right above her bedroom sucking her son's hard cock.
I felt myself getting closer from Stacey's feverish sucking. I told her and saw her hand move faster between her thighs. Her moans increased, thankfully muffled by the mouthful of my cock.
"Oh, baby," I whispered as I felt the first jet leave my cock. Her moans increased yet again and I knew that she'd orgasmed. She continued sucking well past the time I was empty. She slowly let my cock slip from her mouth and swallowed my cum. She licked her lips before she stood up. She offered her hand to me and I saw it was covered with her wetness. I sucked her fingers, tasting her essence.
"Now, I think we'll both be able to sleep," she smiled. She leaned down to kiss me. "I love you so much, Shawn."
"I love you too, Stace."
"Night, baby," she said before she walked to the door.
"Night," I replied. She paused briefly before she walked out the door. I admired her breasts and ass as she stood there in profile. Even with the wonderful blowjob, I wanted her badly. Tomorrow, I reminded myself. She smiled at me and walked down the hall to her room.
I fell asleep that night and dreamed of her. I dreamed of making love to her, our bodies writhing on the bed. I dreamed we were in the pool in backyard. I dreamed Mom was watching us, and she didn't mind.
I woke up a little after 9 and walked to bathroom to shower. After dressing, I walked down the hall. Stacey's door was still closed so I assumed she was still sleeping. I continued downstairs and found Mom sitting in the dining room leafing through the newspaper. I poured myself a cup of coffee from the kitchen and joined her.
"Morning Mom," I said.
"Morning Shawn. Did you sleep well," she asked.
"Yes, pretty well actually. The wine helped," I smiled.
"It does that," she laughed.
"What are you reading," I asked.
"Just looking through the job ads," she replied.
"Are you going to have to get a job," I asked.
"Oh no, nothing like that. I want something to do. Your father always insisted that I never do anything, so that he could maintain his fragile ego. I want to have some purpose in my life, now that he's gone. I've been looking for a non-profit or charity that needs someone," she said.
"Oh, okay," I smiled. "That would be good."
"I think so," she said as she took a sip of her coffee. "So, how are things going between you and Stacey?"
"Going pretty good. We got moved into the new apartment so I'm not sleeping on the couch anymore," I lied.
"She was the one that crashed in on your life. You should have made her sleep on the couch," Mom laughed.
"When have I ever done anything like that to her," I asked with a smile.
"Never, she's always been on a pedestal as far as you've been concerned," Mom said with a smile.
"Yeah, she has," I replied.
"How's Melanie," Mom asked. I was surprised that question had taken that long to come up. Mom thought the world of Mel and hated it when we broke up. I could only imagine what she'd think about the things that had happened since.
"She's fine, Mom," I said.
"It still doesn't feel right," she asked.
"No, it's just hard," I said evasively.
"Are you two still talking," she asked.
"Not since the weekend classes ended," I said. "Stacey and I have been busy and there hasn't been much time."
"I understand, but Stacey is your sister and she'd understand. They've always been really good friends," Mom continued.
"I know Mom," I said flatly.
"I'm sorry honey. I know you don't want to talk about it," she said. She reached over and patted my hand.
