Chapter 2

“Good job.”

I patted Jason on the back while I handed him back his test. For the first time ever he had managed to score a B. I don’t know if he realised it, but that was the perfect score for him to get out of our arrangement. If he’d start to get straight A’s from now on, that wouldn’t be exactly a realistic result from one afternoon of “guided study”.

“Thanks, Mr. Adams,” a visibly pleased Jason said, still somewhat dazed from his first-ever B, not to mention the way he had achieved it.

At the end of the class, when the other students were leaving the room, Jason came up to my desk.

“Yes, Jason?” I asked, looking up at him.

“Uhm, I was wondering ... would you be willing to help me again for the next test?” Jason asked shyly.

The request brought out a smile on my face. That was exactly what I had been hoping for. I didn’t answer him right away though.

“I suppose that means you liked it last time?”

In an instant his face turned a deep red. I suppose that question did come unexpectedly, considering the way I eased him into our arrangement last week. But since he came (on?) to me this time, I decided to be a little bit bolder.

“I guess? I like the result.”

“I see. Sure, I’m willing to help you again. But the deal will be different this time.”

The apprehension, maybe even fear, on Jason’s face was obvious. I didn’t want him to pull back, so I quickly reassured him.

“Don’t worry, I’m not going to ask you to touch me. You know what, we’re not even going to be naked if you don’t want to.”

It was kind of funny to see his reaction to my words. From relieve to curiosity about my intentions.

“Just come back here during lunch. I’ll tell you then what I have in mind.”

Jason nodded and left the room.

Fast forward to lunch time, I was already at my desk, reviewing the answers I had given him last week, when I heard a knock on the door.

“Come in,” I called out. Jason walked in, looking around the room nervously. He closed the door behind him and leaned against it. I watched him for a moment, wondering what was going through his mind.

“So, you’re ready to hear my proposal?” I asked, smiling at him. Jason nodded, his eyes fixed on me. I stood up and walked around my desk, stopping just in front of him.

“I’m going to make this quick,” I said, reaching out and gently touching his arm.

“Come and sit next to me,” I invited him over. Jason duly took a chair and came to sit at my desk.

“So, Jason, you’re ready to hear my proposal?” I asked, smiling at him. He nodded, his eyes fixed on me.

“Good, we don’t have that much time, so I’ll get right to it. During our previous ... let’s call it study session, I heard you moan a name.”

Pausing there, I carefully watched his face. At first it was just a questioning look that I got back. Then is face started turning red. It looked like he just might know what name I was talking about. I couldn’t help but chuckle.

“Don’t worry, your secret is safe with me. I have no intention nor interest in telling the world about your little fantasy about your sister.”

The explicite mention of his stepsister just added to his embarrassment, but I didn’t let off.

“I can actually understand it really well. We all know Jessy is a very beautiful girl. I was only wondering: is it only a fantasy or have the two of you really had some sexual contact?”

Immediately his blush turned beet red and I had my answer.

“Judging by your face, I think I know the answer,” I smiled at him. “So how about, for my help with your next test, you tell me a story? I’d really like to know how the two of you got together.”

Well, it took a bit more coaxing, but in the end Jason caved, and started to tell me about his first sexual encounter with his sister.

It was during last easter vacation, when our mom has to work and Jessy and I are alone at home during the day. We both usually sleep in. One day I woke up with a serious case of morning wood, as usual. So I decided to really take care of it. I knew I had some time since Jessy wouldn’t care when I took my breakfast. For a short time I rubbed my boner through my boxers, but soon I pulled them down. Lying naked on my bed, I started wanking slowly. I guess it wasn’t that long after that point, that one of the horror thoughts of a teenager actually happened: my sister walked in on me.

“Jason, have you seen - oh my God!”

“Jessy!”

Immediately I covered up my hardon, but that didn’t really help the feeling of complete exposure. Maybe she couldn’t see my dick anymore, but she had. Plus the fact that it was kinda obvious what I was doing. Jessy stood there for a moment, looking stunned.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t know...”

“Don’t you knock anymore?!” I said sharply, trying to cover my embarrassment.

Jessy clearly didn’t know how to compose herself at that moment neither. She started to turn around, but then stopped at the point where she clearly could still see me from the corner of her eyes. She wanted to say something, but then closed her mouth again.

“What? You’re just gonna stay here?”

“No. Uhm...”

And then she left. Needless to say, my boner had wilted away by then, and so did the need to do something about it. I put my boxers back on, got to the bathroom and started the day. Jessy apparently had left the house, as I didn’t see her again all day.

At dinner mom must have noticed something was off between us, but she didn’t say anything about it. Probably thought it was just another sibling squabble. Dinner was quiet, with mom being almost the only one to talk. Jessy and I responded now and again, but it was clear we were both thinking about something else.

Later that evening I was reading a comic on my bed, when Jessy knocked on my door. She popped her head through the opening of the door, with both her hands covering her eyes and smilingly asked, “Are you descent?”

The ill feeling by then was over. At dinner it wasn’t anger that had kept us from talking, just the unease of not knowing what to say. It probably was better to laugh about it than to ignore it and not relieve the awkward tension. Jessy sat down at my desk.

“Hey look, Jason, I’m sorry about barging into your room earlier. And don’t worry, I won’t tell anyone.”

“Okay, thanks,” I smiled, letting her know everything was okay between us.

It remained silent for a few moments. Then, just before I was getting uneasy from the silence, Jessy upped the awkwardness again.

“Was that the first time anyone has seen your boner?” she blurted out.

“Jessy!”

But as my face immediately grew a few shades of red, I suppose she got her answer.

She softly replied, “It was my first time seeing one as well.”

The silence and the tension lingered for a while.

“Jason?”

“Yes?”

“Would you...,” she hesitated, then started again, “Could I see it again?”

“What? No!”

Even softer than before, she tried to convince me. “I’ll show you my breasts if you want to.”

“Jessy, please...”

I couldn’t believe Jessy was actually suggesting something like that. But at the same time, just the reference to her boobs was enough to start my dick twitching.

“What? You don’t like breasts?”