Chapter 2

There are many things that make a man happy — alcohol, sports, career, money, sex, attention — I mean, the list is endless. But I bet that I was happier than any man in the world the following morning.

The first thing I did was to jerk off again while I replayed everything that happened the previous night. As you can imagine, it didn’t really take a long time for me to cum. I glanced over at the clock and it was seven in the morning. An hour and a half before Millie and I would be alone together.

Millie and I went to the same college and this meant that I was her ride. I wondered what I’d do when I saw her again. Actually, I was more curious to see how she behaved. There was no hiding now. Happened-by-accident wasn’t an excuse anymore. What happened yesterday night was deliberate. It was planned.

I got up and headed to the shower, still in disbelief at the turn that my life had suddenly taken. Until yesterday, my life was extraordinarily normal. If you drew a chart showing bad to normal to amazing, I’d be at the center of that chart.

Not today, though. Today, I was different. Very different. And different in a way that I liked.

I got dressed and headed down to find my mom and Millie having their breakfasts. Millie looked at me, said a casual “hi”, and went back to her breakfast. So, she wanted to play it cool. I could play it cool, too, I thought. I joined them and we had our breakfasts. The conversation was mundane.

There was one difference, though. Millie wasn’t quiet today. She was talking a lot more and she almost seemed normal, which was strange, given that I couldn’t give a flying fuck about what they were both talking about. I was somewhere else, entirely.

Millie was wearing a pink sleeveless crop top. The neckline cut off just above her breasts, showing just a hint of her cleavage. Just enough to tease the guys at college. Just enough to tell them exactly what they were missing. The crop top also showed off her toned stomach. She had a little ring on her belly button that caught everyone’s attention the moment they saw her.

Millie and mom were discussing something about the chores that we had to do once we were back home. I wondered if she felt the same tension that I was feeling. The only thing I could think about was about what happened the previous night and it didn’t look like she was even there when it all happened.

We eventually got into my car. She was wearing light blue jeans and some sneakers. Throughout the ride, all fifteen minutes of it, I was waiting for her to slip up. I was waiting for her to give me some sort of a hint about yesterday but she did nothing of the sort. It was just a normal car ride and the only thing she spoke about was college. Classes, friends, and so on.

I don’t know if I was disappointed or excited. The fact that we couldn’t talk about it or do more was disappointing but at the same time, it was a ridiculously exciting game. A game where we didn’t say a thing. A game whose point was to not slip up and say anything out in the open. A game where pretending was what mattered.

The classes were uneventful but the return journey proved to be the opposite of that. We were coming back home and everything was normal until I parked.

“I have a ton of homework today”, Millie said, as I was removing my seatbelt.

“Well, that sucks”, I replied, not paying much attention to why she was saying this. She probably sensed that because she then did something that she’d never, ever done before.

She placed her hand on my upper thigh, just inches away from my cock. I looked at her, almost terrified. She smiled at me with a hint of mischief in her eyes.

“I want to watch a movie in your room. 11:30 works?”, she asked.

“Um ... yeah ... yes...”, I mumbled.

She squeezed my thigh and with a chuckle, got out of the car.

This was a bit of a weird development, in that I didn’t know why the fuck she wanted to watch a movie with me. I mean, we had watched movies together before as well but had never planned to watch a movie. If one of us was watching a movie, the other one would join in, as is probably normal. But no, she said she wanted to watch a movie with me and that she wanted to watch it in my room.

Whatever she had planned, I was pretty certain that it had something to do with what was going on between us. That meant that I needed to be presentable. Actually, my room needed to be more presentable.

Now, I wasn’t a typical teenager when it came to cleanliness. My room was not all that bad but I decided that it needed to be spotless. So, when I got back to my room, that was the first thing that I did. I spent half an hour dusting, removing clothes that were thrown about, making my bed, folding the sheets extra sharp, and even cleaning the toilet. I figured if she wanted to use the washroom at some point, she’d appreciate the fact that it was extra clean.

I then got to my homework. Well, I didn’t, really. I tried to do my homework. I sat in front of the book and all that I did was just stare at it for a while. My eyes were on the book but my heart was racing. Eventually, I got my homework done, albeit absentmindedly.

Even though we hadn’t spoken about what was happening between us, when having dinner that night, we both behaved normally. If you were to see us, I’m pretty sure you’d just assume that we were like any other siblings.

As the 11:30 mark drew nearer, though, I was tense again. Not tense in that I was afraid. I think the only way I can describe it is to call it a mixture of anticipation, excitement, and curiosity.

Five minutes before the agreed upon time, I inspected my room one last time. Everything looked good. I’d just taken a shower and put on a fresh pair of clothes, the temperature was just right, mom had gone to bed – it was all set.

I sat down on my bed, my back against a pillow, leaning on the wall. The TV was working fine. I flipped a few channels to make sure that it was working fine. After all, she’d said that she wanted to watch a movie with me. I reassured myself for the thousandth time that it was all indeed perfect.

A minute after this, there was a knock on the door. I’d left the door ajar slightly, as had become my newly acquired habit but Millie apparently wanted to announce her entrance.

At first, everything seemed normal. She was wearing a pink top and matching trousers. They were her jammies. She entered the room with a broad smile on her face.

“Hiya”, she said and came inside.

“Hey”, I replied, still unsure about what was going to happen.

The first clue into how this was going to go came when she simply got on the bed and sat down right next to me. Usually when she was in my room, she’d sit on the couch. Not this time, though.

“So, ready?”, she asked.

“Sure. What do you want to watch?”, I asked.

“Any movie, really. College has been stressing me out. I just want to unwind a little”, she said. There was a genuineness in that. It was certainly a part of the truth if not the whole. She stretched her arms and legs a little and leaned back on the pillow. She genuinely seemed to be a bit tired.

I turned on the TV and flipped a few channels. We eventually settled on a movie that I had no clue about.

“Leave this on. It’s not bad”, she said. Knowing Millie, this was high praise. Given that my interest here wasn’t the movie that we were going to watch, I didn’t bother to argue.

“Turn off the lights, will you?”, she said.

So, once the lights were off, we began watching the movie. It was dark, the only source of light in the room was the TV itself. Millie and I were sitting very close to each other, leaning back on the pillows, our legs stretched out.

After a few minutes, I realized that the movie was some sort of a chick flick. The guy was trying to woo the girl and she seemed to be enjoying it, too. Not terribly interesting but thankfully, it wasn’t awful, either.

Far more interesting to me was Millie and how close we were both sitting. It was almost as if we were one step away from being attached at the hip. And it seemed that, gradually and slowly, she was moving even closer to me. I was wearing just some shorts and a T-shirt. So, as she got closer to me, I could feel the very edges of her trouser’s fabric touching my legs. Normally, I wouldn’t even notice it but today, it sent shivers down my spine.