It was finally summer. High school was behind me. There was this heady feeling that the entire world was in front of me. No more parents nagging me about school. No more teachers, period. I was basically my own boss for the rest of my life!
Ahh!
Well, the days got longer as May turned into June and July, and that feeling that I had shown the man who the boss was starting to wear off a little. Don't get me wrong. I love waking up without having a care in the world and being a bum living in my parents' basement, but it turns out that it comes with some baggage - like being a bum "having" to live in my parents' basement.
"Why the long face, bro?" asked the bubbly teen who briefly came into my blurry vision when the hammock I was lying in swung in the right direction. It was my twin sister, Julia.
"Meehhh," I replied, making a half assed attempt to reach for the beer that was on the table. I didn't want the beer enough to risk falling out of my hammock. I was even less motivated to reply to her question.
We couldn't be more different when it came to our attitude to life, work, and all that other shit.
"I made a killing at work today", said Julia. "I could have made 3 times as much if I had a partner. I'm fixing these houses up all by myself and I have to hold all of my own tools. If you ever got your ass out of that hammock, you could stand beside me and hand me what I need and the two of us could be making a killing out there with all the labor shortages.'
I looked up at her. She was dressed in a T shirt that hugged her chest. She always had trouble finding T shirts that did justice to her toned abs while having enough space for her breasts. Sometimes, she would wear very baggy T shirts for comfort, but other times, like today, she would stuff her tits into a more fitted T shirt causing a prominent stretch crease in the fabric on the front and make her nipples to gently poke out through the fabric. She was always in good shape, but I noticed that the construction work had really toned her body. I watched as a bead of sweat flowed down her neck, guided towards her cleavage. She was definitely easy on the eyes. I figured that some lucky guy one day will get his dick massaged in that same cleavage as he came all over her. It was such a specific vision that the image got stuck in my head and I had to shake my head to get it out.
Julia paused when she caught me looking. She put her hands up and shrugged. I rolled my eyes in mock disinterest. "Do you know how few women there are in construction?" she asked. "If I don't market these assets right, I have to fight an uphill battle to get any work at all."
"The things we have to do to bring the dough in around here," I snickered, and reached over for my beer.
"If you helped me out, you wouldn't have to beg mom and dad to give you beer money," she snickered right back.
I thought about that for a second. "You make a good point..." I said as I weighed the pros and cons.
"I'm not kidding. You have no idea how much the going rate is this summer for a couple of pairs of willing hands," she said. Then, she got a devilish twinkle in her eyes. "As an added bonus, you would get to stare at my titties all you want," she said.
"Mehhhh" I said and shrugged.
"Oh come on, I see you staring all the time, especially when I wear these tight T shirts that make my nipples stick out," she said.
"I..."
Julia laughed as my words got caught in my throat. "Busted!!!!" she squealed. "Well, I leave at 7:30am. If you're interested, meet me out front by my truck."
I was left red and embarrassed. Not only did I get caught staring at my own sister, this whole conversation had also given me a painful hard on. I could feel the blood rushing back into my dick as I played the scene back in my head of the bead of sweat flowing down her cleavage and causing a small damp spot on her T shirt.
What is wrong with me? She is my sister. We had bathed in the same bath tub as kids, jumped into the same lake with no swimsuits on when our parents took us swimming. I had seen her naked plenty of times. Yet, for some reason, the sensation was electric thinking about my sister's tits smushed into her tight T shirt today.
Well, that is it, I thought. I was officially a bum who lived with his parents AND a creep who lusted after his own sister.
That night, i slept fitfully. At some point, I woke up from a dream that my dick was being massaged inbetween a pair of massive tits. It spooked me. The tits in my dream were clearly Julia's. Why was I having sexy dreams about her? I felt guilty and dirty, but I couldn't resist closing my eyes and trying to force myself to continue the dream longer. I reached into my pants and held my throbbing dick in my hand. I imagined that Julia held my dick and was now gently licking it with her mouth. I had never had a boob job, much less a blow job, and some of the imagination was purely fantasy from porn I had seen. But, the feeling was so intense. It took me very little time to start spurting cum. It was a hot sticky mess in my pants, with streaks of cum all over my hand. It was a relief to cum, though. I had just masturbated to my sister, and the idea of viewing her as a sex symbol had just overcome any feelings of guilt. I didn't even clean myself up and just sunk into my bed for the most relaxing and blissful night's sleep.
Beep, beep, beep. I woke up with a start. Why was the alarm going off when there was no more school? I then felt my hand, still inside my pants, all crusty with my own cum. Then, I remembered the dream during the night. Julia! Of course. I had to get up to meet her out front if I wanted a job. I hurriedly went to the bathroom, and rinsed off the cum from my hand and from my dick. A quick face wash and a change of clothes later, I was standing out front. I saw Julia's truck pull into my parents driveway just as the clock struck 7:30. She was like a swiss watch.
"Hop in" shouted Julia, with a twinkle in her eyes. "I was worried you would be a no show".
"You were quite persuasive with all the tit talk" I laughed and jumped in.
"Look at you, getting all hot for your sister" said Julia feigning shock.
"I get it where I can," I laughed.
We pulled up to a half renovated old victorian house. It must have looked quite grand when it was first built. Now, more than a 100 years later, it clearly needed work. The insides bad been completely gutted and I saw that there was a stack of drywall ready to be installed.
Julia carried over a toolkit, screws, and a drill. She dragged a small ladder into place and I positioned myself with the box of drywall screws. At first it was a little tedious, but we quickly got into a rythm, where I would hold the wall in place while she did the screws. After a couple of hours, we had completed the entire bottom portion of the wall and things got a little tricky for the top. I could no longer hold the drywall in place and I had to hoist it to her to set in place.
Her ladder was quite old and would shake as she leaned over towards the wall. I tried to hold the ladder as still as I could, but the tighter I held it, the more it shook.
Finally, I let go of the ladder and held Julia's leg instead. The shaking stopped immediately.
