NB; JUST A SHORT STORY WHILE I WORK ON SOME OTHER IDEAS. THANKS AS ALWAYS FOR READING AND FOR YOUR FEEDBACK - GOOD OR BAD! IT ALL HELPS. AS EVER ALL THE IMPORTANT PEOPLE ARE 18 OR OVER ETC ETC.
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"And don't forget to make a start on your chores please. Don't spend all morning in bed."
"No mum."
With that my mother left my room, closing the door behind her.
Saturday morning. No school. Thank god. I lay in bed staring at the ceiling. The bright sunlight outside was fighting to break through my closed curtains. I lay quietly, trying to decide what to do. I had just started the fourth in the series of the George R.R. Martin Game of Thrones books. I might read that. I was also thinking about Martha, a girl in my year at school who had caught my attention. I reached into my boxers and touched my soft cock and considered jerking off. Alternatively I might just lie quietly in bed for a bit longer and do nothing.
My parents had just gone shopping. They would be out for a couple of hours, so I had the house to myself. Well not quite. My elder sister, Rebecca, had gone out last night with her friends, and I had heard her come home at about two thirty in the morning. I knew it would be lunchtime, at least, before she emerged from her bed.
Becca, as I called her, or Bec, was a couple of years older than me and in college. I only ever called her Rebecca when I was angry with her, which was quite often. Since she had started college she had formed a new group of friends and went out quite a lot, especially at weekends, when more often than not she would stay out till the early hours. I guessed, though I didn't know for sure, that boys featured a major part of these evenings out. She was quite a pretty girl, I have to admit. Slim, about five feet six tall. Light brown hair that reached down between her shoulder blades.
Anyway I lay in my bed, wearing only my boxers. still not really having the energy or desire to do anything just yet, when I was surprised to hear a knock on my bedroom door. I glanced at my bedside clock. Twenty past nine.
"Matt? Are you awake?"
It was my sister.
"Becca?"
My door opened and my sister walked in.
"God, you're up early. You feeling ok?" I asked her.
"Mmm, can I borrow your cd player please?"
We both had the same radio/cd players, a present from our parents about five years ago. But the cd part of hers had broken and she often borrowed mine. Quite often without asking.
I nodded, still feeling too lazy to bother about anything. I watched her walk over to the table by the window to fetch my cd player. She was wearing a light gray vest and a pair of really horrible bright yellow shorts.
She took out the cd that was in it.
"What's on this?" she asked.
"Just some stuff I burned on the laptop. Nothing too exciting."
She put the cd back in and pressed play. As the music began she smiled at me.
"Oh wow! This is what I was dancing to last night. At the club! Cool!" she exclaimed.
At that she began dancing to the music. A bit self consciously at first. I just stared at her in disbelief. She carried on dancing, seemingly oblivious to my presence.
"What the fuck is she doing?" I thought to myself.
The song finished. She pressed the pause button.
"Shit I'm really hot! Do you have a drink?" she asked me.
I stopped staring at her long enough to nod to the glass of water on the shelf at the side of my bed. She leaned over me and took a gulp of water, before returning to the cd player and playing the next song.
"Oh I like this one too! Good music bro!" she laughed before resuming her dance routine in my bedroom.
I just lay there staring at her, not sure what to think. I looked at her dance. There was a sheen on her skin, like a layer of fine sweat. She was surely on something, either still drunk, or maybe 'on something'. Then she grabbed the bedpost at the bottom of my bed and started twirling around like it was a pole dancers pole.
My mouth fell open in shock. I was confused, amused and worried all at the same time.
Confused because I had never seen her behave like this before.
Amused because it was quite a funny sight.
Worried because of the above two sentences.
I also realized, with a certain amount of shame, that I was turned on. Watching her dance in this way had caused my cock to start twitching.
This wasn't helped when she turned her back on me, bent forward and began rubbing her ass.
The song finished. The next one started.
"Oh I don't know this one," she said as she tried to dance to it.
She soon gave up and skipped to the next track, evidently one she knew.
"Do you like my dancing, Matt?"
