Some more craziness to kill a couple of minutes with. I want to thank the people who have liked this series, it makes writing it more enjoyable for me.
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Rays of bright sunshine streamed into my room forcing me to squint as I crawled out of bed and pulled the curtains closed. The thick curtains that Mom had placed in all three upstairs bedrooms blocked enough of the light that I had to switch on my bedside lamp to see what I was doing. Mom had said the blackout curtains would keep the bedrooms cooler in the summer if we used them, something I hardly ever did. My alarm clock said it was almost ten o'clock. Glancing around for something to put on I discovered that I was down to just a dirty pair of jeans and the shirt I wore yesterday. Mom had made a rule; since both Julie and I were over eighteen we were responsible for doing our own laundry. Slipping into my bathrobe I grabbed the hamper and trudged down to the laundry room off the kitchen. We didn't have a basement.
With my clothes in the washer I made my way to the kitchen for something to eat. Half asleep, I spotted Julie standing at the sink staring out the window with her back to me still dressed in her pink nightshirt. There was no one else around. She seemed to be completely lost in thought and didn't hear me as I crept up behind her. When I was right behind her I slipped my hands under her arms to her front and cupped both her breasts, while pressing my groin into the softness of her ass. I was in pervert bliss when her nipples hardened instantly against the palms of my hands and she pushed backwards with her ass.
"Good morning sis," I whispered as I bent down and kissed the nape of her neck.
"TUCKER?" Mom shouted spinning around with a perplexed look on her face.
"MOM!" I shouted stumbling backwards, the tent in my robe dwindling fast.
"What the hell do you think you're doing? I thought it was your father groping me," she said red faced.
"I thought you were Julie," I stammered.
"And if I were? Do you always sneak up behind your sister and grab her boobs?"
Think fast moron my brain screamed at me.
"I...I...was just going to screw, I mean mess with her," I blubbered almost incoherently.
"Why on earth would you think I was your sister," she asked a little calmer now.
"Isn't that her nightshirt," I asked still shaking inside.
Looking down at herself Mom said, "Oh. Yes it is. I borrowed it from her this morning. She really needs to wash it though, it has a funny smell to it."
"That doesn't excuse you from trying to molest your sister though," Mom continued.
"It was just an impulse Mom. I thought it would get a rise out of her," I pleaded my case.
"You better watch those impulses young man," she said before walking away.
I watched her go; my palms still tingling where Mom's hard nipples had poked into them. Oh Dad, you lucky bastard you. Mom's nipples were definitely bigger than Julie's.
Right after my clothes were done Johnny Macintyre called and wanted to know if I wanted a rematch to the humiliating defeat he had slapped on me yesterday. Not really wanting to hang around here, understandably so, I told him sure. He said his Mom would make us sandwiches if we got hungry. I threw on some sweats and a Grateful Dead t-shirt and went to tell Mom what I was doing. I hadn't seen Dad or Julie since I had gotten up and Mom was in her bedroom. After rapping on her door and getting the come-in, I entered and told her where I was going. She was lying in bed reading, glasses perched on her nose, a romance novel held loosely in her hands. She still had Julie's nightshirt on.
"How long are you going to be gone," she asked, looking at me over the tops of her glasses.
"Not that long. Where's Dad and Julie?"
"They went to uncle Henry's and the store. Your Dad wants to barbeque this afternoon so don't be too long," she informed me.
Dad's idea of a barbeque meant burgers and hotdogs, and family time splashing around the pool. When I asked Mom if she planned on wearing her new swimsuit for Dad, she said she'd think about it. For some reason I hoped she didn't.
"I'm sorry about earlier Mom, although it was fun," I stupidly said.
"Get out of here and go have fun somewhere else," she said sweetly, a blush coming onto her face.
"Love ya."
"Love you too Tucker," she replied already engrossed in her book again.
I rode my bike the long way to Johnny's house so I could avoid going by the Ellison's place, no need to press my luck, old men can be crazy sometimes. Johnny answered and we went straight to gaming in the front room. Most people that know me wondered why I liked him. To them he was a strange Momma's boy who didn't seem to like the normal things an eighteen year old should. Even though he was a geek, I personally thought he was pretty cool. He was only about five-five and a hundred pounds soaking wet, but I've seen him take on guys much larger than himself and kick their asses. Somehow him and I had formed a bond between us in the ninth grade that still stood. I also knew he had a major crush on Julie, something I tormented him about as often as possible. His parents had split up when he was ten and his Mom had gotten one hell of a settlement in the divorce. I don't know how much, I just know that she didn't have to work to pay the bills. The one thing about him that did sort of creeped me out though was how clingy he was with his Mom, always hugging and kissing on her when he thought I wasn't looking. To each his own I figured.
"I passed by Cindy's yesterday on my way over here. You should have seen the look her old man gave me," I casually remarked, while trying to sneak up and shoot his game character in the back.
"I wouldn't worry about that. He just thinks you want to dick his precious little girl," he replied, his character swiftly spinning around and shooting mine in the face.
"You telling me he doesn't know about what his wife and I did?"
"No, he doesn't know about that," Johnny laughed. "For some ungodly reason he thinks you want to fuck that fat, pimple faced pig of a daughter of his. Shit man, I wouldn't touch that with someone else's dick."
