Chapter 2

There was something magical and utterly overwhelming about sitting there with my mom as she jerked me off with slow deliberate strokes as we both watched the blackness outside slowly lighten up and go through the kaleidoscopic color changes as the sun slowly rose in the distance.

It didn’t take long before I was on the verge of orgasm. Not long at all. I wanted this feeling to drag on as long as possible and did everything I could to try and prolong it, but the way she was caressing me, working me, was more than I could handle.

“Mom, I’m close,” I whispered.

She lifted her head off my shoulder and looked at me and then down at my cock in her hands.

“Good, come Sam.”

I did and it was incredible. Pulse after throbbing pulse of thick, milky white come rocketed out of my cock.

“Oh, wow,” Mom said. “That was a good one.”

“Do you want...” I turned my head to see she was looking down at her hand that was still wrapped around my shaft, now covered in a pool of my semen. “Can I do you?”

“Not today. Go get cleaned up and ready for school,” She replied. “You might want to shave, too, getting a bit rough down there.”

I think Sara was the only senior in the entire school who rode the bus in the mornings. I was actually okay with taking the bus, honestly. It wasn’t cool, not at all. It was either taking the bus or having one of our parents drop us off. Between those two options, it was a no-brainer, the bus.

Now if I could get my dad to agree and then convince my grandpa to sell me his old Ford Ranger, that would be a game changer. I knew better than to get my hopes up, but this morning I felt like I was walking on air, and I couldn’t help it. Having my own car as a sixteen-year-old guy was one of the biggest milestones of all milestones to show I was growing up and no longer some little kid.

There must have been something different in the way I was walking or sitting. It might have been the stupid grin on my face that I couldn’t seem to hide because Sara noticed and kept giving me appraising looks.

“What’s going on with you?” She asked.

“Nothing, why?” I answered. There very much were things going on but I wasn’t about to say anything.

“You’re acting weird.”

“No, I’m not.”

“Yeah, you are. You don’t think I know when something’s up with you? I’m your sister, I can see it written all over your face with that stupid grin.”

Shit!

Should I tell her about me and Mom, how things have changed? I hadn’t told her about the blowjob at camp. I hadn’t told her anything about our coffee routine. I wasn’t naive enough to think she didn’t know. But sometimes ignorance is bliss and the last thing I wanted to do was rock the boat and have Sara say something to Mom.

I hedged.

“Fine, I am going to buy Grandpa’s Ranger.”

“Wait, you...” Sara’s brow creased in confusion. That was not the response she was expecting and then her eyes went wide, really wide. “Hold on, you’re going to do what?!”

“You heard me.”

“Holy shit, that would be so cool!” Sara exclaimed excitedly. “I can’t believe I didn’t think of that when I asked Mom and Dad for a car when I got my license.”

“I talked to mom about it this morning.” I grinned.

“Over coffee?” Sara gave me a knowing smirk.

Fucking shit! She knows way more than she’s leading on. I kept my mouth shut.

“Oh, come on!” Sara groaned. “Seriously? You aren’t going to tell me, are you?”

I just looked at her. I didn’t even breathe.

“Fine, be that way. You do know I know, right? I know exactly what you and Mom are doing every morning.” She mimed the universal sign for jerking off.

“I umm...”

I didn’t know what to say. What do you say when you are confronted so nonchalantly about something like that?

“I can’t believe you haven’t talked to me about it. Me!”

“What was I supposed to say?”

“Everything!” Sara shoved me, hard. “I thought we didn’t have any secrets.”

“We don’t!”

“Damn right we don’t,” She gave me a serious look. “The two of us, we, should not have any secrets. Not with everything we do...”

“Yeah, you’re right.”

“I know I’m right.”

“I’m sorry, okay?”

“It’s fine, but talk to me, okay?”

“Okay, deal.”

“Good.”

Instead of walking in with Sara and risking running into her little lady posse, Liz, Laura, Milly, and Stephanie, I opted to separate before Sara noticed I was gone. It worked and not one of the girls noticed me the entire day in the halls, thank God.

I wouldn’t have been upset if Laura or Stephanie had accidentally bumped into me. Both of those two girls were really nice to me, not to mention good looking. Stephanie was tall, way taller than me but she still looked really good. Laura, she was more my speed, if I was two years older. Still, I didn’t want to have to deal with Liz and her obvious disdain for me.

I didn’t see Sara until the first day of school was over and I was standing in front of my opened locker, putting away what I didn’t need.

“Hey, what’s up?” I heard Sara’s voice right behind me. “I haven’t seen you all day.”

“Just putting this crap away so we can go home.” I grumbled as I tried to stack my textbooks on the small shelf.

“About that, Scott asked me to hang out after school.”

The way she said it made it sound more like a question than a statement.

“Oh?” I looked over my shoulder at her.

“Yeah, he said he would give me a ride home later.” Sara looked a little nervous, which was a strange look to see on her.

“Oh...”

“Don’t be like that,” Sara softened her voice at my obvious discomfort. “I haven’t seen him all summer you know.”

“I know. I get it.” I waved her off.

“You do?” Sara questioned. “You sure?”

“Yeah, go on. I can take the bus on my own. I’m not some little kid anymore.”

“No, no you are not,” Sara smirked, gave me a quick hug, and left me there all alone at my locker all alone.

I got to my house unscathed and alone. Sara, I was sure, was having all kinds of fun with her boyfriend. Not that I was jealous, I wasn’t, not really. I understood that she hadn’t seen him in months. Of course she would be excited to spend time with him. I got to see Mary over the summer so I couldn’t really complain. Speaking of Mary, I was supposed to call her tonight!

It was too early to try to talk to her yet and seeing as how I was the only one at home, I spent the rest of the afternoon in my room on the computer. I stripped off my new clothes and threw them on the floor at the foot of my bed. I had a hamper in the corner of my room, but that was too much work right at that moment.

I dropped my backpack on my bed, and it bounced slightly due to the thick textbooks inside. I had a little bit of homework to get done, but I figured I could do that after dinner. Having homework on the first day of school was ridiculous. At least in my opinion it was. My Algebra and Chemistry teachers didn’t seem to have the same belief I did.

Mom was the first person to come home after me, at about four o’clock.

“I’m home,” Mom called out as was her custom. When I didn’t answer right away, she asked, “Anyone home?”

“Up here!” I yelled from my computer desk.

I was in the middle of a particularly vicious game of cribbage with some stranger on Yahoo. I was down eight points, but it was my turn for the crib, and I had put a seven and an eight in there hoping I could make a couple fifteens or even a straight. It wasn’t likely, but there was a chance.

Not hearing Sara respond, Mom came right up to my room. She was in the process of taking off her skirt and was already naked from the waist up. When I heard her open the door, I glanced over and smiled before turning back to my game.

“Where’s your sister?”

“She’s out with Scott.”

“I see.”

“She said that Scott was going to drop her off later.”

“Did she say what time?”

“Nope.”

“Okay, well, I’ll start making dinner in a bit.”

“Cool, thanks, Mom.”

“I’ll call when it’s time to get washed up and set the table.”

“Okay.”

The table was set and Mom, Dad, and I were all sitting down at the table loading up our plates when Sara came rushing in the door.

“I know I’m late; I’m going to go wash up as fast as I can,” Sara said, and she raced towards the hallway and ultimately her bedroom. “I’m sorry!”

“Hurry up and sit down for dinner!” Mom yelled.

Dad grumbled something under his breath, shaking his head with obvious disapproval. Mom noticed but didn’t comment. I knew better than to open my mouth.

It was only a minute or so before Sara hustled back to the kitchen table and sat down to join us.

“Where have you been, young lady?” Dad asked.

“I was hanging out with Scott,” Sara answered quickly, her tone remorseful.

“Is this what we should expect from you now,” Dad quickly replied. “Having no sense for time because you’re with Scott. Just because you’re a senior this year doesn’t mean you get to come and go as you please.”

Sara paled and I actually felt bad for her.

“You should have called,” Mom joined in.

“I know, I’m really sorry. I swear, it won’t happen again.”

“See that it doesn’t, or you won’t like what happens. Understand?”

Sara kept her eyes down and nodded her agreement, which seemed to pacify both of our parents.

“Good, you get to clean up after dinner.” Dad finished and Sara nodded again.

My parents weren’t mean, or even strict. Sara and I enjoyed a lot of freedoms. There were only a few expectations we needed to live up to on a day-to-day basis. Chores, going to school and actually paying attention, and we ate as a family at dinner time. That was it. Simple.

Thankfully for Sara, that was the last thing they said about her being late for dinner.

“So, how was your first day at school?” Mom asked in a cheerier voice, her anger seeming forgotten and locked away in the past.

After my quick rundown of my day, the focus shifted to Sara. I hadn’t realized it, or even just thought about the fact that this year was Sara’s last year of high school. Next year, she was going off to college.

“Sara, when do they start the SAT and ACT training courses this year?” Dad asked.

“I don’t know, they haven’t said anything about it yet.” Sara answered between bites.

“Can you check on it tomorrow please? We want to make sure we get all that stuff done as early as possible so we can start looking for scholarships and grants.”

“Sure, I can go see my counselor tomorrow morning.”

The rest of dinner was almost solely focused on Sara, which again, was fine by me. I just wanted to finish eating, do my homework, and then call Mary. I missed her already, and not just for the sex. A lot of the reason I missed her was the sex if I was honest, but I really did like her. She made me laugh and I was always happy when she was around.

I was working on the last two math problems on my homework when Sara knocked on my door. She didn’t need to do that; the door was open, and she could have just walked in. It’s not like I would have yelled at her or anything.

“Hey,” Sara said.

I looked up and saw Sara, in all her naked glory leaning against the door frame in my room.

“What’s up?” I answered, putting down my pencil and turning my desk chair to face her.

“Homework on the first day?”