Joey and Deidra
The wedding was almost ruined before it had even begun. My oldest sibling, Tom, had booked an entire island in the Florida Keys for the occasion, but somehow the resort had managed to fall short of the promised lodging. I stood there miserably listening to my mother and several of my aunts argue and bicker with the manager about where I was going to sleep. It was my older sister, Deidra, who stepped in to save the day.
"Listen Mom," she said as she wrapped her arm around my neck and shoulder in a way that was half-hug half-head lock, "...this really isn't a big deal. Joey can stay with me in my casita."
"Are you sure?" my mom pressed, looking hopefully.
"The bed in there is huge," replied Deidra, squeezing my head playfully in a way that she used to do when I was a kid. "Besides," she shrugged as if she didn't have a care in the world, "It'll only be for a few days, we'll make do... won't we baby brother?"
Suddenly all eyes were looking expectantly upon me and everyone of them seemed to plead 'Please don't make this difficult.'
The truth was, that I was perfectly happy with the arrangement. Of my two siblings, it had been only Deidra with whom I had any connection. I was the baby of the family; what my mother referred to as a 'happy' surprise. I was a full 12 years younger than my brother Tom who had moved out of the house and gone off to college before I was even out of diapers. Deidra on the other hand, was only 9 years older, and was still around for middle and high school as I learned to walk and talk.
Throughout the years, Tom had barely acknowledged my existence, where in contrast Deidra had always gone out of her way to treat me decently. I was only 9 years old when she also left for college, but even then, she made an effort to reach out from time to time with a brief visit or a postcard. Recently (or two years before), during the summer before my senior year in high school, she had even shared her apartment in New Orleans for a couple weeks as I interviewed for prospective colleges. She had happily chauffeured me around, playing the role of tour guide and made me feel most welcomed.
In the end, I had chosen to attend a university in California and in doing so had grown predominantly out of touch with my family. Despite the distance, I had not forgotten my big sister's kindness and the prospect of sharing a room seemed to me to be an innocent opportunity for 'catching up.' I muttered an affirmation for Deidra's invitation, and my mom's shoulders literally sagged with relief.
The rest of the day was a literal blur that could be divided into two distinct categories; reunions with distant family and introductions to prospective family. I became reacquainted with; aunts, uncles, cousins. Every one of them wanted to know how my first year at Cal-Tech had been. Then there was my brother's fiance, Margaret and her entire entourage; each of which had the same string of questions. I found myself wishing for a microphone and a podium to announce to the entire island; my status in one quick speech, rather than repeating the same dreary lines over and over again. Throughout this time, I would catch glimpses of Deidra and it was quite obvious that she was faring no better. By the time we finally made it to our tiny little casita on the southern tip of the Island, we were both exhausted.
After a game of 'Paper-Rock-Scissors' it was determined that I shower first. I was already tucked under the covers of the queen sized bed, when my sister emerged from the steaming bathroom wrapped in a towel. With her back turned to me, she dried her long blond hair with a second towel and while chatting easily over her shoulder, reflecting her observations throughout the day; about the hours of dreary boredom broken only by brief moments of humor or juicy gossip. Then to my astonishment, without breaking conversation, without warning, and without the slightest trace of modesty, she allowed the towel to unceremoniously drop to the floor.
It is quite safe to call my sister the black sheep of the family. My brother would have called her a 'hippie', where father would have said 'eccentric', but she described herself as 'sexually liberated'. During her stint in college, she spent most of her time hanging out with deviants and misfits where she had developed radical new ideas about life and sex.
During one of Deidra's infrequent visits home, I vividly remember her lambasting our mom, stating quote: 'The war-machine wants its citizens to be sexually repressed so they can more easily be incited to violence.' My mother of course scoffed at the notion, but it was quite a heady philosophy for me as a young adolescent.
I had always admired my sister's courage, but somehow had not-of-yet managed to acquire the same disposition. Where I had dressed conservatively in a t-shirt and flannel boxers, and had slipped discreetly under the covers without offering her so much of a glimpse of the process, Deidra could stand naked before her luggage digging for lingerie and chatting freely without a care in the world. It was a truly stark contrast in personality.
If there was any part of me that admired my sister's 'liberation', my eyes had taken to admiring a completely different aspect of her character. I made an earnest attempt to avert my gaze, but my eyes drifted involuntarily back to the lithe curves of Deidra's naked body and I was forced to admit; no matter how uncomfortable it made me to do so; that my sister had the nicest ass I had ever seen.
"...don't you think so?" she asked as she bent over to step into a pair of white thong underwear.
"Yes, yes, of course," I stammered, pretending to listen as my eyes strained to catch a glimpse of her snatch as she bent over before me.
She complimented her skimpy panties with a white tank top which had been cut above the navel so as to reveal her slim waist and flat belly; and constructed of such thin fabric that there was nothing left to the imagination concerning the size and shape of her medium sized tits and rock hard nipples. My eyes followed all of this, and despite any misgivings my consciousness may have had about doing so, my body responded quite differently and soon my penis was also rock hard.
If Deidra had noticed any of this; that I had been checking her out, or my guilty looks for having done so, or my blushing cheeks from the arousal of having done so, or my resulting massive erection that was only barely concealed by a thick sheet; she revealed nothing. Instead with her usual cheerful demeanor, she slipped under the covers, gave me a quick 'goodnight' kiss on the forehead, turned off the lamp by the night stand, and curled up for sleep on her side of the bed.
Sleep on this first night in the casita did not come easy. The image of Deidra's perfect naked body continued to haunt me, along with the corresponding erection, and for nearly an hour I lay there miserably; staring at the ceiling and literally stiff as a board. I avoided moving even the slightest bit for fear of brushing against some part of my sister's body; knowing that doing so would set off another uncomfortable wave of arousal and fantasies. Instead I focused on my breathing; trying to calm myself and still my beating heart.
