Jerry was wearing a flannel shirt when I stopped in the bait store the next week. How could anyone wear flannel in August?
"You're smiling. I assume everything went well at the doctor's?"
The old man nodded, a yellow grin followed. "No cancer, just need to take better care of myself." He narrowed his tired eyes. "How about you Rick, ever work through them problems of yours?"
Julie had her period last week, so one huge weight had been lifted off my mind. Other than that, my life was as perfectly imperfect as ever. "Let's just say 'that time of the month' came and went, so I'm happy." I moved to the soda machine and inserted a handful of quarters. The glass door unlocked and I reached through a wall of mist to pull out two frost-cold bottles of Coke.
Jerry hunched over the counter, I had given him a tiny, first peek into my life. "So no Rick Juniors just yet?" He pulled a cigarette from his shirt pocket, ignoring his own no smoking signs.
"Not for a while I hope."
"Just don't wait a whole lot longer." Jerry blew a halo of smoke my way. I coughed "Before you know it, you're my age and then it's too late. Three wives, Rick, not a one of them stuck around long enough to start a family."
"Maybe number four will be different."
The old man snuffed his cigarette on the counter. His lip curled as he chuckled. "Listen to me son, there'll never be another one like the first." He was right about that. "Learn from this old dog's mistakes, and don't let my past become your future."
"What would you suggest I do?"
"Hard to say, considering you have told me next to nothing about this girl." Reflexively, he lit another cigarette. "But if you're serious enough to be 'almost making babies' with her, then I'd say you ought to just take off and marry the girl. The sooner the better."
"You make it sound awfully simple," I said. It was only in the last week that I had even conceded to the chance that Julie and I could have some semblance of a future together. "Looking to drown a few worms?" Jerry drummed the top of an old coffee can.
"Absolutely, but not tonight. I promised my parents no more late nights for a while. I'm as close to grounded as a twenty-four year old can get."
"Your lady friend must be pretty disappointed, what with you stuck at home." Jerry seemed amused by my predicament.
"She's coping." I raised the coke bottles and told Jerry to take it easy. Before I walked back across the bridge I slipped the last of my quarters inside the newspaper dispenser outside of the shop. I grabbed the last copy of the morning edition.
"I haven't had one of these in ages." Julie put the glass bottle to her pursed lips and sipped the sweet cola. She licked her pink mouth. "Remember when we used to walk across the bridge to that little bait place?"
"Yeah," I said clinking my bottle against hers. She hopped on the counter and crossed her smooth legs. She had squeezed into a tiny pair of denim short shorts. "Since when did you start wearing clothes like that?" I asked.
"Since I wanted you to notice me." Her butt grazed the amber Formica as she slid off the countertop. Her bare feet slapped the linoleum floor and she turned around to model her little shorts and golden tank top. The faded blue material stuck to every curve, I wondered if it had been plastered on. "How do I look?"
"You look decent."
She smacked her palm on the counter. "Decent? Rick Martin, I haven't walked around with a wedgie half the day, just for you to think I looked decent!"
"Alright, you look hot." I approached and reached behind her to knead a denim-enclosed buttock.
"That's better." She surrendered to my explorations, resting her cheek against my chest.
"How hot?" She stepped back and twirled a strand of long brown hair between her fingers. "Supermodel hot? Girl next door hot?"
"Baby, the girl next door has nothing on the girl in the next room." I stepped forward bringing our faces close together. The tips of our noses grazed, and her breath warmed my lips.
"You're such a suck up." She patted my cheek.
"I know." I held her hand against the side of my face. "But you're so much fun to suck." I yanked her golden tank top over her chest, letting it rest above the swells of her breasts. I took a salty nipple between my lips, while my fingers attempted to breech the waistband of her shorts. The denim was so tight she gasped when I managed to work an entire finger inside. She told me it was pinching her, so I relented.
I knelt, those little shorts now dominated my entire field of vision. I pulled the button free from the eye and worked the zipper down. Working the tight denim over her full hips was like peeling an onion, I had to tug a couple of times to free her shapely thighs, but once that was done the shorts came off with no more difficulty. How had she managed to fit so much girl into such a small amount of denim?
I gazed up at my Julie, long brown hair spilled over her shoulders and down her sides. Her pale skin glowed in the window light. I sighed. How had I denied myself for so long. She was kind, caring, beautiful and devoted to me in every way. I thought about the previous failed romances, all the torture I'd put myself through over girls I hardly knew, and this had been waiting at home for me all along.
Julie leaned back against the counter, she gasped as a drawer handle pressed into the soft flesh of her panty-clad butt. I put my hand between her and the handle, acting as a shield, I couldn't bare to see her in discomfort.
Her paper-white cotton panties had me spellbound, little high-cut things. I could see the shadow of dark hairs, the tuft of her bush, through the dainty fabric. She noticed me staring. "What, these aren't sexy enough? You know, I'm not going to break into the Victoria's Secret collection for any old occasion."
"No, they're perfectly sexy." I snapped the lacy waistband. "Anyway, it's not the wrapping that matters, it's what's inside the box." She giggled. I realized what I'd said and stifled a laugh of my own. "Julie, may I unwrap your box?" She nodded her consent and I dragged her panties to the floor.
My fingers caressed the tops of her feet, trailing outward to her ankles. She was amazing. Places that were rough and sinewy on my own body were soft, and smooth as cream on hers. I tickled my way up her calves and thighs, tracing the contours of her legs. I allowed my hands a moments rest, they found solace on her full hips. I leaned close, bringing my mouth to the apex of her femininity. She was getting wet, I could see and smell the evidence. I kissed the triangle of dark hairs, dipping my tongue into the treasure they guarded. I pulled away and gazed at her adoring face. Without uttering a word she pleaded with me to continue, her green eyes begging me to use my mouth until she writhed to an orgasm on my tongue.
There wasn't enough time to pleasure her that way. Returning to her little tuft, I gave a long slow lick up her lubricated slit. It was a promise that my tongue would return when we were less rushed.
I swirled my tongue around in my mouth, I wanted to distribute her flavor to as many taste buds as possible. Meanwhile, my fingers continued their journey northward, pressing against a thin layer of flesh to climb her ribcage like the rungs of a ladder. The second I reached her armpits and she doubled over. "Looks like I found your ticklish spot, little sister." My fingers transformed from explorers to conquerors, she was at my mercy. She was out of control, wiggling and jiggling with laughter.
Julie brought her arms down hard in defense. My left hand wasn't fast enough, it found itself trapped by her armpit. Not a bad place, but I was partial to another of her warm, wet furrows. "Rick." Her voice was as sugary as any cola. "Mom and Dad will be home in a few minutes."
Less than fifteen, according to the clock on the microwave. My left hand wriggled free from under her arm and sought out the silky curls of her bush. "This won't take long." My forefinger breached the tight lips of her vagina, sinking into her delicate warmth. She was soaking inside. She was wet because of me, wet for me. Julie moaned as I twisted my finger, pressing deeper inside her snug channel.
"Rick." She panted. "Be careful down there. You don't want me to make a mess on the kitchen floor, do you?" I pulled my index finger halfway out of her sopping hole and planted a kiss on her engorged clitoris. I teased the swollen nub with my thumb and thumbnail. She gurgled and purred. My middle finger had been waiting patiently, he wanted nothing more than to join his overworked comrade within my sister's silky channel. "Two fingers? You wouldn't be loosening me up for something bigger, would you?"
"Of course I am. Now if you could just hand me one of those bananas." I could feel her spittle rain down on my forehead as she snickered. She was ready. I eased my fingers out of her and stood back up. I brought my oily fingers to my nostrils and drew in her fragrance. She bit her bottom lip as she watched me lick and suck the glistening juices from my fingers. I offered her a taste, she gave a tentative lick, tasting my salty skin mingled with the sweet traces of her own syrup. She took both of my fingers in her mouth and sucked. My right hand went to the button of my work pants. The khaki material collapsed to the floor around my ankles. My red-striped boxers were next to fall.
"Little sister," I pulled my fingers from her mouth. "I am going to bend you over this counter and pump you so full of my sperm that you'll have to sit in the sink and drain with the dishes."
She turned around, presenting her round ass. "This counter?" She patted the linoleum and narrowed her green eyes at me. "But this is the counter where Mom makes our dinner." She was right, dinner would never seem the same. "And Dad pours his morning coffee right here." She bent over, her breasts hung low, brushing the top of the counter as they swayed. The cool Formica further hardened and erected her pink nipples. I couldn't believe we were actually going to do this, right here in the kitchen. What if Mom and Dad came home and caught their own son and daughter together, our naked bodies entwined in the very place where the family meals were prepared and consumed.
I allowed my fingers one final journey, between the supple valley of her butt cheeks. My fingertips parted delicate flesh as they traveled south, over mysterious territory, until reaching the intended destination. I spread her labia, creating an entry point to allow my dick easy access to her warmth. She was wet and accepting. I pushed, invading her body until my pelvis rested against her soft rump.
I reached around to cup her breasts. They were slightly more than a handful, plenty to drive me wild. I pulled almost the whole way out before thrusting back in. Her breasts pulsed in my hands. I leaned over to clear the hair from her left ear, I gave the lobe a little nip, then whispered how much I loved her.
Our bodies slapped together filling the kitchen with sound as she met each thrust. The hum of the refrigerator was joined by the sounds of our lovemaking. My love for Julie overtook me, wrapping it's honeyed tendrils around my brain it squeezed until I almost lost control. Julie breathed my name, asking me to slow down. I had almost forgotten where I was, who I was with. I pulled out of her, still rock hard, my testicles ached for release. Julie turned around, she asked why I had stopped.
