He couldn’t sleep. The clock next to his bed glowed green numbers, 1:48 AM but he was as wide awake as if it were mid-afternoon. He slapped the pillow in frustration, he kicked the blankets to the foot of the bed, restless, sleepless, head full of what might happen the next day. He had a high level of anxiety because at 11 the next morning he was going into the first match against the State middle weight high school wresting champion for the last two years. Literally going to the mat. He had a solid chance to win the match but if he didn’t get any rest, he could get pinned in seconds. It would be just his luck to fall asleep while his opponent had him crushed to the floor. Tomorrow he could be one match closer to the State winners cup. Tomorrow he could be going home the loser.
He got up angry with himself and went to the kitchen for a drink of water. As he passed through the common room of the hotel suite he saw her profiled against the lights of the city, the curtains were pulled apart, she was looking down 12 stories to the streets below. He paused to look at her in the dim light that filtered through the window. It had to be his sister, she was too slender to be his mother. The room was dark but he could make out that she was wearing a knee length night gown, it clung to her intimately, revealing the swell of her breasts, the firm roundness of her butt. She was a more interesting view than the lights she was looking at.
He stepped up next to her, “Hey.”
She startled “Oh!” and looked up at him, “You scared me.”
“What are you doing here?” he wanted to know.
“I can’t sleep. I’m excited for you, I want you to win tomorrow and I keep thinking how cool it will be to have your name and picture in the display case at school. I can point it out to all my friends because they all think you are totally hot.”
He laughed lightly, “I am totally hot, I don’t need to see my picture to know that, I have mirrors.”
She snickered at him, “Your gonna lose tomorrow because your head is too big to hold up straight. I came out to get some hot chocolate, maybe that will make me sleepy.”
“What’s mom doing?” His sister was sharing the 2nd suite bedroom with their mother.
“Snoring, that’s why I’m out here, it’s a lot quieter. Why are you here, you should be resting?”
“You want some chocolate too, I can make you some?” She didn’t wait for an answer as she stepped away toward the small kitchenette. He followed her, admiring the shape of her back from neck to legs, she had a kicking body and if she wasn’t his sister he would have been tempted to throw a few passes at her.
Hot mug in hand he went back to his room and sat on the bed cross legged, looking out the window and thought about the next day. He had watched several videos of his opponents, knew their favorite moves and holds and was thinking of counter-moves and leverage when the bed jostled. He looked up to see his sister settling down beside him, sitting on her heels, also facing the window. A quick glance at the clock told him 2:07 AM.
She had joined him for several reasons. She wasn’t tired, she knew he wouldn’t be sleepy, she knew he would be thinking about match so almost instinctively she knew she needed to divert his thoughts, his focus. The air around him vibrated with tension and she wondered what she could do to calm him.
It came to her as a dawning, the growing of an idea, she knew what she could do to help her brother relax. If his mind was not on the upcoming match, he might get some needed sleep. She started, “Do you remember that time we went snorkeling in Florida?”
“Huh? Of course I do, that was just two years ago. Why, what made you think of that right now?”
She looked at him and made a confession, “When we were diving, snorkeling on the reefs, I always stayed behind you. I looked more at you than the fish.”
“Why? Were you scared I’d drown or something?”
Even under the veil of dark he could see her shade red as she explained “I liked watching you swim, how your back and legs moved and sometimes I could see the bulge in your trunks. I kind of got buzzed looking at you like that. Up till then only one other boy ever made me feel like that, made me tingle and that was Rick Mattson.”
He turned to face her, she had his full attention, “You got turned on watching me swim?”
She dropped her eyes and admitted her feelings with a soft nod of her head. She murmured, “It wasn’t just the swimming part, it was the whole trip. You were always near, sometimes in just swim trunks or shorts and I liked watching your chest and butt too.” She lifted her eyes and looked into his, “I felt like a girl on a date the whole six days.”
He studied his sisters face, the large gray eyes, pixie nose and full lips as she talked, he felt his nuts twitch, his dick tingled. What the hell was she saying?
“Yeah, well you weren’t exactly a troll yourself. I got up every morning wondering which bikini you would wear, the red, black, or the striped one. I like the black one the best, it covered about half your boobs and the cleavage shot was hot. I wondered why dad didn’t tell you not to wear it.”
She smiled, “Maybe he liked looking at me too.”
“Ugh, that’s so gross.”
“But it’s not gross that you were looking at me?” She was loosening up, becoming less tense as they bantered.
He was becoming more comfortable as she led the direction of the conversation. “Not only no, but hell no. I liked the distraction, I kept looking for pubes around your crotch and didn’t see any so my mind played freely, imagining how you might shave.”
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