All persons have surpassed 18 years. All events and characters are made up. The schooling system is Swiss. The events are taking place around 2012. English is not my first language, please keep that in mind when you point out orthographical or grammatical errors to me.
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1
The school bell faded out and the place was gradually filled by groups of people who gathered around the ashtrays. Jan was listening with half of his attention to a discussion evolving around forged absence entries and real diseases. From the corner of his eye he noticed a familiar shape and turned towards it. Rebecca, his older sister was leaning on an iron pillar that supported the roof, hands behind her back, a wide grin in her face, while entertaining her squad of five people. He could make out their laughter that exploded after she had finished her story, even through all the voices and noise around him. The expressions on her face were so vivid. Jan had no doubts, she would have been a born comedian, were it not for those attractive lineaments on her face, the joyful eyes and her hair that looked as red as fire. Of course the color of her hair was dyed. She was a brunette by nature. But that didn't got around the fact, that it fitted her really well. She really had all the energy that her hair advertised.
Jan caught himself asking, why he wasn't able to entertain five people the way she did. She seemed to do it without any effort, without real intention and maybe this was precisely what made it so lovable. Theoretically he had almost the same genes as her, so where was the problem? Sure, he had friends, sure, he could engage with them in all kinds of conversations. But to really
entertain
a whole group was a different story.
"Jan doesn't need a disease to be absent, right? His head is stuck somewhere else constantly", he heard Cedric saying. "Why are you attending school, if you're not here anyway?" There was not a trace of kindness in his grin.
"What about you? With your mental illness, you don't belong outside either", Jan answered cheerful, while patting him on the back.
Instead of responding Cedric turned to Julia at his right side, who wiped out her cigarette. Without any emotion Cedric pointed with his thumb to Jan while raising his shoulder.
What can you say to that
, meant this gesture probably. Julia just blew the remaining smoke through her nose without any interest.
Jan didn't like the guy. He thought of himself as tolerant, but this Cedric always had something to niggle about him.
After finishing high school he wasn't able to commit himself to one profession and had decided to do it as his sister, who had entered the "Handelsmittelschule", some sort of commercial college. It was an education that would enable him to approach a wide set of office jobs. It took three years and while he was in first grade, she was just one above him, even though she was two years older than him.
Jan liked the silence after coming home from school. Backpack into the corner, door shut, on to the bed and just rest for a while. One of the best moments of the day. A free evening laid in front of him like a small piece of undiscovered land. Slowly the tension began to lift. Now he felt his cut-short sleep from yesterday.
He closed his eyes.
Sometimes - not always, but quite a lot - the relaxing situation alone was enough for him to get aroused. Even without thinking about sex. Even without doing anything. And sometimes he would use this opportunity to deepen the relaxation.
His hand stroke above his trousers and he could feel an extending bulge. Sure, he had some stimulating stuff laying around on his hard drive, but he felt too exhausted to get up and switch his desk computer on. Somehow, right now he felt weary of them anyway. His soldier underneath his clothes didn't mind. Pleasant, blissful feelings emerged; slowly, steadily.
The door swung open.
"Jan, dinner is ready in fifteen, did you hear me?"
Fuck.
His older sister.
He put his hand away. Rebecca hadn't seen where it were, right? One second he hesitated. He did not want to look in her eyes, but it had to be. Ashamed he raised his head and looked in an empty door frame. She seemed to not have even glanced into his room when she had called him. Probably had just pushed the door open without looking at him.
"I'll be there", he answered delayed.
Then a relieved grunt escaped him. But before closing his eyes again, he remembered the open door and shut it swift but quiet.
Rebecca, his two years older sister, had always been a little bit on the chubby side and Jan had believed, she wouldn't be able to get rid of her puppy fat for the rest of her life, but he had been wrong. It could be because of her sportive activities that she was doing all the time, together with her new found friends. Jogging, cycling, swimming, badminton, all sorts of stuff.
During the months she had started to loose weight, Jan didn't even notice at first, but recently he had to admit, that she had become a decent young woman. He recalled the moment, when this had occurred to him for the first time.
It happened when he was on his way back from school with his friend. Marc was in third grade. They had known each other long before HMS, since they had attended some fighting sports lessons together. Now they were driving this road on their old bicycles every day. On one occasion they were engaged in a discussion about soccer when she was crossing their path on her bike. His schoolmate, Marc, couldn't help diverting his attention towards Rebecca, who sped past them. "Hot chick this one. Isn't she in our school as well?"
Jan was surprised. "You've got the hots for my sister?" It was no accusation, but serious wonder. Marc had only risen his shoulder and said: "Sure, man."
"Huh", Jan only could answer. "Yes, she's in second grade." He had remained silent afterward.
"Dude! That's a stunning one!", Marc had continued. "Great ass, nice tits, hot eyes." He then had looked at him from the side. "You really never even got any ideas with her? Man, if my sister was such a model.."
Bah, he didn't even know her! Marc should have seen her, one or two years ago! He wouldn't have dreamed to drop a line like that back then! Besides, she was his sister. She used to be more like a creature then a women to Jan.
But these days, she was not so much of a nuisance the way she used to be few years ago. And basically everything Marc had said was true: Her body was in good shape, especially her ass, that had a nice roundness. Marc had exaggerated her bustyness though. Her breast size wasn't that impressive. At least, not that Jan had noticed. Rebecca hid it always underneath her cut less shirts or pullovers. Now, that he thought about it, it must have been a while since he had seen her breast naked. But he doubted, that they were much more than two slight elevations with nipples.
That boner had not calmed himself down; more like on the contrary.
Good god
, he thought.
I imagine my big sister naked and I've got a hard on. Fucking sick!
He had not touched himself since she had called for dinner. And still his dick was standing as if he had massaged it intensively.
Think about something else!
But now everything evolved around the naked Rebecca. Did she have a lot of pubic hair? Jan knew, she was shaving. There were lots of evidence in the bathroom. But maybe she was just shaving her legs and her armpits? He was younger than her, but he had quite the bush that he used to cut down from time to time. Maybe she was also just trimming it. But maybe she was completely shaved down there, between her long legs.
Now he was so hard it hurt.
How the hell did that happen? His sister never had been a turn on to him.
Let's go eat. Now!
He glanced at his watch, theoretically he had five more minutes left.
Fuck, fine then!
Maybe he'll be more reasonable afterward.
There was no lock on his door, which was why he shifted the sheets over his legs and was getting into action beneath it. Zips down, dick out, rubbing.
She could enter through his door at any time. She would only see the blankets, but she probably would get what went on. Didn't matter.
His excitement grew once more.
Rebecca, in underwear, in his head letting him touch her without resistance everywhere, from head to toe. Along her arms, over her shoulders, to her bra, beneath her bra, over her stomach. He wouldn't just feel up her belly, he would caress it, explore her navel with his tongue. During that she would hold him very tight and gasp from bliss. Then he would slide her slip to the side and put his greedy dick into her crack, the crack of his sister.
Oh, Rebecca.. Rebecca!
He came like a torrent, below the sheets into a paper tissue, but there must have been a lot spillage. Sleeping wouldn't be very comfortable tonight.
While cleaning up, the well known bad feeling after masturbating emerged. But this time it weighed far more heavily than usual.
He had thought about his sister!
How broken one had to be!
He was shaking his head while he threw away the paper tissues.
Dinner was basically as usual. Jan didn't speak much. He felt no sexual stimulation thinking about her. Shame, and the confusing feeling as if others could see his immoral deed, were stuck on him through the evening.
2
As the doorbell rang, Jan had no clue who it would be. A delayed postman maybe.
He opened and gazed upon the eyes of a guy his age. Black framed glasses, the geeky kind.
"Hi", the stranger said.
"Hi." Jan really made an effort, but still couldn't figure out who this guy was. He was caring a tight backpack on his left shoulder and was holding a folder under his arm. In his hand was an iPhone that had the navigation app running.
"Is... Becky here?"
Jan's brows raised themselves at the same time as his head slit to the front. "Who..."
"Rebecca. Am I in the right place? She asked me to bring her book she left behind."
Ungentle Jan was shoved to the side.
"Yes, Phil! You're in the right place!"
