I must have fallen asleep because suddenly it was very hard to swallow and my mouth was quite dry. Then I became aware of the rolling thunder of the storm along with the gusts of wind that was shaking the house. It made me wonder how I had ever managed to fall asleep in the first place.
I could feel a thin sheen of perspiration covering my entire body as I lay there, still half asleep and trying to go back to sleep between the bursts of thunder. So I started thinking back on what had been a very unusual day for me. For some reason, I felt that somehow the day had been a turning point in my life. It was most certainly the start of a new phase of my life.
Earlier in the day, when the car with Aunt Sue and Ruth had pulled into the driveway lane with a following cloud of dust, I had been washing my car. I had gotten the car three months ago for my 18th birthday and as everyone kept saying, I was going to wear it out just by washing and waxing it. Which of course I did about every other day. Anyway, I had just finished washing the car, when I looked up and saw the car with a following cloud of dust coming down the lane toward me. I remember swearing to myself that I would now have wash the car again. I still remember that feeling of anger or a sense of being irked, even though I had known that Aunt Sue and her daughter were supposed to arrive sometime in the afternoon. It just seemed like the God's were against me keeping a clean car.
I recognized Aunt Sue right off, but I wasn't quite sure who the very good-looking girl was. She couldn't be the Ruth that I remembered. In fact the Ruth that I remembered had been a spoiled brat, or to be more blunt, just a pain the ass. I had hated being around her, because all she ever did was whine and a make pest of her.
I had even passed up what could have been a fun vacation trip last summer when my father had made a business trip to San Francisco where he also visited Aunt Sue, has half sister. I really wanted to go on the trip, but passed it up just because I didn't want to around Ruth.
Then several weeks ago, Dad had been in San Francisco on another business trip and he had stayed with Aunt Sue and she had accepted his invitation to come stay with us for several weeks. I remember my initial reaction when I realized that I have to "nurse maid" Ruth for two weeks.
I also remember how I forgot all of that and dust, when Ruth gave me a big smile as she jumped out of the car and ran over to me. I was very much taken by surprise when she grabbed me and gave me a big kiss. I had then become very much aware that the very full sweater being pressed hard against me had two soft but yet very firm mounds that felt good against my bare chest. I think I must have blushed, because Ruth started laughing. Then we all began to laugh, especially Aunt Sue and my father.
Moments later, after taking in their bags, Sue and my father stood together in the hall talking while Ruth went off with my mother. That was when the first thing happened that was going to a turning point in my life. I had gone back out on the porch when I suddenly remembered that I would need a clean rag if I were going wash the car again, so I turned around and walked back into house.
If Sue had not giggled, I don't think I would have really noticed them standing in the dim light of the hall. Both Sue and my father (Harry) were standing close together, facing each other. He had one hand on her shoulder while she had one of her hands fumbling at his crotch and was whispering something that I couldn't hear.
They neither saw nor heard me they were so intent on what she was doing to him. I still remember that shocked feeling that hit me. My head was whirling, because I seen something that I knew might make my secure little world fall apart. I was numb as I turned around and silently walked back outside and went to my car. Almost like in a trance, I started washing the car again, using the old rag that I used earlier in the day.
I don't know how long I washed the car, while mulling over what I had seen and what it meant. I now wondered about last summer and then again several weeks ago, when Harry went on his last business trip to San Francisco. I had tried to think back to see if I could remember any other times where they might have acted usually friendly toward each other. Of course they had always been friendly toward each other and always seemed to be touching and holding hands a lot. But why not, there were brother and sister. Yet what I had just seen, was no accident. She was fondling him and for all I knew after I went back outside, she had pushed her hand into the open fly of his pants.
At the same time I wondered about Ruth and if she had seen them doing the same thing while he had been staying with them. Sue and her husband had gotten a divorce about three years ago and since then Sue and Ruth had lived alone in their big apartment in San Francisco. Then thinking about Ruth that made remember again the feeling as she had pressed herself up hard against me. The thought of it caused a rush of desire and I could feel a slight swelling in my crotch. I wondered how it would feel to have her naked breasts pressed against my chest. That then caused more than just a slight swelling and I had suddenly felt very uncomfortable. I had placed one hand down to adjust my swelling to a more comfortable position, when I became aware that someone was watching me.
I look up and saw that Ruth was leaning out of the guest room window, watching me. I could hear the muffled sound of my mother talking to Ruth. Ruth had changed from her sweater and slacks and now had on a halter and shorts. Her leaning forward caused the halter to sag open and I was given a clear view of the same breasts that I had just been dreaming about. I was glad that she was a modern type girl who didn't wear a bra, because the lush fullness of her breasts that swelled out and above her halter was a delight for me to look at.
"Frank! Is that the car that your mom told me you are going to wear out by washing and waxing it?" she teased. I could hear my mother's muffled laugh in the background of the room. Then Ruth started to say something else, but then her words were choked off when she saw the look on my face and bulge in my pants. The effect of what she was showing me must have been very obvious to Ruth, because even she blushed and ducked back out of the window.
Then I heard her say something to my mother who was somewhere behind her, because both of them then started laughing as I walked away from car and muttering to myself. So I had been given both barrels, first catching Sue and my father and then having Ruth give a show of her charms. But I now wanted to see much more of her, but not now.
I didn't see Ruth for the rest of the afternoon, which in away was a relief. I had been totally shaken up by what had happened and didn't want to see anyone. I didn't know if I could ever look at Sue again. What she and my father had been doing bothered me, but yet I could accept it.
My dad and I had talked about sex before and I had told him about what I had done with some of the local girls. He had given me advice on how not to get the girl into trouble and pointers on how to make it better for the girl. He had told me the difference between being in love with the girl and just plain fucking for the fun of it for both her and myself. He kind of hinted around that while he loved my mother very much, that he might have been fooled around a little too.
Dinner was later after it got dark but before the storm started. It was one of the worse meals that I have ever had, even with everything we had being my favorite dishes. My father and Sue sat on one side of me and Ruth and my mother on the other side. I watched Ruth with my side vision and wondered about her. I also glanced, off and on, at Sue and had a fantasy that if I had stayed in the hall and watched them and what I might have seen. I was also aware for the first time, that Sue had a lush figure and a teasing smile. I even noticed once, that Sue had been watching me and then had given me a faint smile when I looked at her. I still remember the searching look that she gave me.
I wondered if she knew that I had seen her and dad. It was just too much for me. I picked at my food and then asked to be excused. Later in my room, my mother came in with a worried look, thinking that I must be sick. I assured her that I was alright and that I was just worried about getting the car to running good and then about borrowing a bike so Ruth and I could go on a cross country bike ride the next day.
She made me come back down stairs to the table for desert. When they asked both Ruth and I if we wanted to go to the party at the club, much to my surprise, Ruth declined along with me, saying she was tried.
Then later, before the storm came up, Sue and my parents left for the party. I remember now, since we were alone in the house, both Ruth and I had been kind of stiff and formal with each other. I was even afraid to look at her, feeling that she would be able to tell that I thinking about her. I could tell that she was disappointed in my silence. Then a little later, saying that it had been a long day, she got up and went up stairs. I sat in the front room and listened to the sounds up stairs as she made ready for bed.
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