Chapter 9

I sat in my room and stewed, for almost an hour, over the fact Mary had flat out lied to me. She was supposed to be here. She and Amy were supposed to be at my house, right now, and more than likely, in my bed. She was supposed to be with me! Instead, she’d gone out with a group of guy friends to some weekend party.

I knew Mary. I knew her well and there was nothing and no one that was going to get in the way of Mary having fun. That was one of the things that made life around her so exciting. So, I knew how she was, and everything in my body was screaming she was sleeping with not just one, but all those guy friends this weekend.

Shockingly, it wasn’t that she was sleeping with those guys that pissed me off. I wasn’t happy about it, but that wasn’t the big deal. The big deal was that she didn’t tell me. She didn’t trust me enough to tell me what she wanted to do. That fact took me over the edge and made the decision easy for me. I was done with Mary. Completely and utterly fucking done. I didn’t need an explanation from her. She would probably just lie to me anyways.

So, I wasn’t going to call her, ever again.

I stood up, took a deep breath, and let it out in one long sigh. I opened my door and made my way down to the kitchen. Mom and Dad heard me coming so they both watched as I approached but didn’t say anything. Dad actually looked more sympathetic than Mom, which was strange, but I didn’t say anything to either of them. I went straight for the refrigerator and poured myself a glass of lemonade. I chugged the whole glass in three massive swallows and slammed the cup on the counter when I was done. I was gasping for breath and wiped my mouth with the back of my hand.

I headed to the phone and started dialing. Still, my parents didn’t say a word, just watched.

The phone rang once before someone answered it on the other side.

“Happy Halloween!” The cheery voice of Laura came through the receiver.

“Oh, um. Happy Halloween,” I replied, caught off guard by Laura’s words.

“Sam?” Laura asked, her voice sounding worried.

“Hey, Laura.”

“Hey,” There was a long pause. “Aren’t you supposed to be with your girlfriend right now?”

“My ex-girlfriend...”

“Ex ... wait a minute, what happened?”

I told her everything and she listened quietly. She asked a few questions, and I answered them.

“So, I was wondering what you were doing?” I finally asked when I had finished my story.

“Nothing,”

“Do you want to come—”

“I’ll be there in ten minutes!”

The phone clicked before I even got a chance to reply.

“Mom, Dad, Laura’s coming over,” I announced.

“Okay.”

That was the only response I got from my parents. I hurried up to the bathroom to make sure I didn’t look as bad as I felt. I was shocked to see that I wasn’t a wreck. My eyes weren’t even red. From all outside appearances, it looked like it was just a normal day going by my facial appearance and posture.

When Laura came to the door, she was trailing behind a group of elementary school kids. It was getting awfully late for kids that age, but Mom treated them like any other that had stopped by that night and offered them a piece of candy. They all took their turns, and I peeked around Mom who was standing at the door holding the bowl the kids were reaching into greedily.

I saw Laura there, waiting patiently. Her eyes widened when she initially saw me, but then smiled and waved. She didn’t say anything, just watching the kids at my door stuffing pillowcases full of sugar and having the night of their lives.

Laura was wearing a cute Tinkerbell costume, wings, and all. Her hair was down, highlighting its natural curls that bunched up into waves. Her eyes sparkled and her smile was perfect and bright. With as much sex appeal Sara’s costume had put out for any and all to see, Laura’s was even more alluring to me for what it didn’t show. I remembered exactly how that body of hers felt against mine at Homecoming. Perfect. She was perfect.

“Come on in, Laura,” Mom offered, once the last of the kids had gotten their candy and headed off to the next house.

There was a slightly awkward pause as Laura, and I greeted each other.

“Why don’t you two head up to your room,” Mom suggested.

Laura looked startled and caught off guard at that suggestion. I guess it probably wasn’t all that normal for a guy’s mom to suggest he take a girl up to his room. Her eyes found mine and I nodded to her unspoken question, and she returned it. The two of us headed inside and up the stairs to my room without being stopped by my parents.

I shut the door behind us once Laura stepped into my room. She didn’t move any further, just turned to look at me, searching my eyes for something.

“You sure you’re okay?” Laura asked, softly.

“Yeah, I think so.” I nodded and offered her a weak smile.

“I can’t believe she did that.”

“Me either.”

“I don’t know what she was thinking. If you were my boyfriend, I would never have done that to you.”

I shrugged, and blushed.

“The weird thing is, I thought we told each other everything. Considering ... well, how well I know her.”

“Umm, yeah...” It was Laura’s turn to blush.

“It’s just so ... I don’t even know what.” I grumbled and I felt my legs start shaking and my hands started trembling.

“Do you want a hug?”

Laura opened her arms in invitation, and without even thinking about it, I stepped right into them. My arms wrapped around her shoulders as hers did that same to my middle. I was expecting a quick hug, but she didn’t let go. She just held me tightly. Then it hit me. Everything, all of it, all at once. The dam I didn’t even know was there, shattered. I buried my face in her shoulder and started sobbing. I clung onto Laura, squeezing her tightly as I could, and she never flinched. She just shushed me like a mother to a bawling infant.

“It’s okay, let it out, Sam.”

I didn’t respond, I couldn’t. I was a sniffling, blubbering baby who couldn’t even start to form a word let alone a sentence.

It took me a long time to settle down. I was mortified at the whole situation. Mary’s betrayal was paramount, but it was how I broke down like that. Crying like a baby on Laura’s shoulder. All of it was horrible.

“Better now?”

Ye...” I cleared my throat. “Yeah.”

“Good,” Laura smiled softly as she stared into my eyes. “How about we go for a walk?”

“I uh,” I wasn’t sure what to say to that. Like an idiot, I went with, “It’s kind of late, isn’t it?”

“It’s Halloween, I don’t think it really matters how late it is. Not tonight anyway.”

“Yeah, okay, Tinkerbell.” She blushed.

“Let’s get going, Spiderman.”

She followed me down the stairs and Mom was there at the door handing out candy to another round of children that I was pretty sure had been here once before.

“We’re going for a walk,” I announced, slipping through the door and past the gaggle of kids.

“Don’t be out too late!” Mom called and I gave her a wave to let her know I heard her.

The two of us walked and talked for what felt like hours. By the time we made it back to my house, the streets were quiet and all the windows in all the houses in the neighborhood were dark. Considering how the night had started, that was about as good of an ending as I could have hoped for. Laura really, truly was my best friend, and I was thankful for her.

November came and went like any other month. I spent most of my free time either on my computer or hanging out with Laura. My morning coffees with Mom were always a highlight of my day. Mom was always eager to watch me come, and I was just as eager to show her. Only once did we help each other out with our hands. She gave me a wonderfully languid hand-job and I played with her pussy until she came twice, but we never went further than that.

At school and in the evenings if I wasn’t working on homework or raking leaves for my parents and neighbors, I was with Laura. She had me come over for dinner again, which went a whole lot better than the first time. Her father had finally figured out I wasn’t there to date his daughter. That same thing couldn’t be said about her mother. She was always telling Laura at dinner how good of a guy I was. How cute I was. The whole time I kept my head down to hide how furiously my face was burning.

Mowing lawns was no longer an option this late in the year. Even the neighbors who had humored me before had told me it wasn’t needed any longer. I offered to rake their leaves or anything else I could come up with, but none of them wanted to pay for me to do that. So, that meant now I was just waiting for the first real snow to fall.

We had had a few dustings so far, but those times were barely even measurable. I had gotten my hopes up each time, but by the time I got home the snow had melted or blown off the sidewalks and driveways.

So far, I have saved up seven-hundred-and-ninety dollars. I was getting close, but I still had a long way to go if I was going to get what I needed to buy the old Ranger. Mom would slip me an extra ten dollars here and there when I did any kind of yard work around the house. That was on top of the ten dollars Dad paid me. It wasn’t going to be enough. I really wanted to give Grandpa the money for the truck when he and Grandma came to visit for Christmas. If it didn’t start snowing soon, and a lot, there was no chance that was happening.

A couple of big changes happened in December. First and foremost, snow! It snowed like crazy for almost a week straight. I made another one-hundred and fifty dollars shoveling and I was now up to nine-hundred-and-forty dollars. I only needed sixty more to reach my goal. The chances that it didn’t snow anymore this month were slim to none. It was definitely going to dump at least one more time before Christmas.

The second thing that started happening was Scott coming over for dinner at least once a week, every single week. Though after a few weeks, my opinion of Scott started to change. It was no secret that I didn’t like him, and he knew it too. What really made the difference was he would try to talk to me. I ignored him over and over as he tried to talk to me but finally, it was Sara that asked me to talk to Scott one evening, and I did.

“Can we talk for a minute?” Scott asked when Sara and I finished putting away the dishes.

Scott had actually been the one washing them while I dried them, and Sara put them away.

“Yeah, sure.” I answered, reluctantly.

“Why don’t you two go out on the back deck,” Sara suggested. “I’ll be in here with Mom and Dad.”

“Thanks, babe,” Scott smiled, and I shuddered.

Sara leveled a look at me that was both pleading and serious all at the same time. I sighed but nodded my head in acceptance and headed out the back patio door with Scott right behind me. I pulled out one of the chairs that circled the patio table and flopped down into it.

“What did you want to talk about?” I asked.

Scott grimaced when he heard the tone in my voice, but he didn’t let my attitude stop him.

“Your sister, actually.”

“Oh really? What about my sister?”

“Look, I know I’ve been a bit of an asshole—”

“A bit?” I barked a laugh. “You are an asshole.”

“Okay, I’m an asshole. I get that you don’t like me.”

“You got that right.”

“I wanted to talk to you about Sara because I know how important you are to her. She never stops talking about you. How close you two are. I don’t want to get in the way of that. I really like her, dude...”

Scott and I ended up talking out there for almost an hour-and-a-half. He asked a lot of questions, which made me really nervous at first because I thought he was going to start asking out the two of us. The real two of us! That topic never came up, thankfully. Neither did our family’s nudist lifestyle when he wasn’t around.

Sara came out to check on us when the sun started setting, her hands full of steaming mugs. She had a worried look on her face at first, but when she saw Scott and I just sitting back in our chairs talking, she smiled. Sara’s and my eyes locked onto each other when she first came out, I gave her a genuine smile and her shoulders relaxed and a look of utter relief appeared on her face.

“So, what are you two boys talking about?” Sara cut in, taking a seat between Scott and myself. “I brought some hot chocolate.”

“You know, guy stuff,” Scott grinned, and I just rolled my eyes.

We both took one of the offered steaming mugs.

“Oh, you mean comparing dick sizes?” Sara teased and Scott’s eyes went wide, and the color completely drained out of his face.

“What? No!” Scott replied.

“She’s just joking. Well, she’s trying to anyway, and failing miserably.” I said.

Sara was grinning and her cheeks were deeply reddened. Scott still looked incredibly uncomfortable. Talking about his and my dick with my sister was not what he was expecting. Scott probably assumed the embarrassed look on Sara’s face was for the same reason his was. I enjoyed watching that moment as it played out, just seeing the two of them navigate their thoughts and emotions.

It was getting late, and Scott got up from his seat, telling us he needed to get home. Sara walked him out and I headed up to my room. I was tired. I was just throwing the covers back on my bed when Sara knocked on my door and opened it.

“Hey,” Sara said.

She had already stripped off her clothes from the day, giving me the full view of every inch of skin on her body. Usually, the sight of her naked like that, just walking into my room would get my blood flowing a little bit. Tonight, that didn’t happen, which was weird but not at all entirely unwelcome.

“What’s up?”

“I just wanted to thank you for talking to Scott.”

“Yeah, no problem.”

“Did you two have a good talk?”

“Actually, yeah,” I answered. “As much as I don’t want to admit it. He’s not as bad of a guy as I thought.”

“Did you honestly think I would go out with some asshole?”

I gave her a ‘Are you sure you want me to answer that?’ look.

“Oh, come on. You know I wouldn’t!”

“Yeah, I know. He’s not that bad.”

“He’s actually pretty great.”

“As long as ... you know ... you’re happy and shit.”

Sara beamed a smile at me and moved to wrap me in a hug. It had been a while since I had felt her against me. Ever since we had gotten home from camp, she had been so occupied with school and Scott that I didn’t get any time with her. I had missed the feeling of her skin in my hands. I felt all of her as her body molded against mine, her tits pressed against my chest, her stomach sandwiched against mine. It was warm and wonderful.

“Thanks, little bro. It means a lot to me that you like him.”

“Yeah, yeah. I need to get some sleep.”

“Early date tomorrow?” Sara waggled her eyebrows suggestively.

“Something like that.” I smirked, and watched Sara take a step as if to leave but stopped and turned to face me.

“I guess I’ll find out if Mom has your come all over her boobs in the morning.”

I was stunned by that comment and didn’t know what to say.

“Don’t play dumb. Are you really going to try to tell me that’s not your come running down her chest and between her tits, or on her stomach when she’s making breakfast?”

“Um, no...”

“That’s what I thought. I can’t believe she does that.”

“I know!” I exclaimed.

“It’s kind of sexy though, in a weird way.”

“You think so?”

“Yeah,” Sara looked like she was actually thinking about it for a minute. I could clearly see her nipples tightening as she did. “I mean, it’s fun sometimes. Showing off like that.”

“You’d like wearing my come on your tits?”

Sara cupped the aforementioned tits in her hands.

“It’s kind of gross when you say it like that,” Sara answered. “It’s not like I would actually wear it like clothes or something. But, if I had asked you to come on my tits or something and someone saw me right after that and I was covered in your come, it would be kind of hot. Especially since it was little brother’s come and they didn’t know that.”

I was rock hard. Sara’s nipples were hard as well, and I could see the color rising in her chest. She was getting really turned on. Her eyes locked on my cock, and she licked her lips.

“I should probably go,” Sara said. “Save that for Mom and I will try to find out where you came on her in the morning.”

Before I had a chance to even attempt to stop her, Sara bolted from my room, and I heard her bedroom door shut.