Chapter 3

I woke up and for a second, I wondered if I’d hallucinated the events of yesterday night. I looked to the other side of the bed and saw the stains that we’d both left. So, it definitely did happen.

She was here. She did undress. And we both masturbated together. I replayed every second and within a few minutes, I’d just shot another load. I put everything to wash and got ready for college.

My first interaction with my sister was in the car, on the way to college. I didn’t know what to say to her. So, for the first couple of minutes, I was just quiet.

“Do you regret it?” she asked.

“No,” I replied. “Do you?”

“Good,” she said.

The conversation then took a completely different turn, with her talking about college and classes. I was a little relieved, to be honest. I didn’t know what I would say to her about what we’d done. I simply hadn’t had the time to think about it. All that I knew was, I wanted more of this — whatever this was.

Unfortunately, the next few days weren’t really conducive to our experiments. Mom came home late one day, which meant we couldn’t really do anything. Another day, I had a ton of work at my college. Another day, Millie was out. It went on like this for a few days.

In some ways, nothing changed between me and Millie. Our routines were just what they were before. I was still her ride to college and back, we still had our dinner together, and we still had no contact with each other when we were at college.

But of course, things had changed. The way I looked at her had changed. She wasn’t my not-so-close sister anymore. She was my have-to-fuck-her sister now. To say that I wanted to fuck her is an understatement. My sister was my fantasy now. She was all that I thought about. I would look at her, going about her business at home, and get hard.

And she did one hell of a job teasing me. It was never anything too explicit. It was always subtle. One evening, we’d just finished dinner. Millie and I were still at the table but mom was at the refrigerator, looking for something. Millie was wearing a light blue sleeveless tank top and given that I’d been staring at her throughout dinner, I knew she wasn’t wearing a bra underneath. I could easily make out her nipples, which were hard and poking out. I’d spent a considerable part of my dinner thinking about how they looked underneath that almost transparent top.

Millie turned to me and smiled. It was the sort of smile that tells you that something very very naughty is about to happen. She reached down and pulled the top, revealing one of her breasts. She winked at me and took her nipple between her fingers and pressed hard. Before I could say or do anything, the top was down, and she was looking at her plate again.

On another day, she walked in on me while I was showering.

“Hey, on the way to class, we need to stop and get some groceries, okay? “ she said, in the most casual tone.

She then looked down at my cock that was getting harder by the second. She chuckled.

“One day, I’m going to make you jerk off in front of me while I just sit and watch,” she remarked and left.

On the way to college that day, she acted like nothing had happened at all.

Despite all this, the one thing that she didn’t do anymore was stand in the corridor and watch me jerk off. I kept the door open, hoping that she’d at least watch but she never did. I was disappointed, of course, but I also got the sense that she was setting something up. Patience was the key here.

My job was to simply follow her lead and that was something that I was very specific about — I wanted her to set the tone. As much as I loved what had happened between us and hoped for much, much more, I wanted her to take the lead. I didn’t want to, even by accident, push her out of her comfort zone.

For all the talk of us not being close, I loved her dearly. She was my little sister and I wanted to make sure that she was fully okay with whatever happened. So, I bided my time. I dreamed, fantasized, jerked off, and more than anything, just hoped that things would move ahead.

A couple of days later, it did.

It was a Saturday. Like most Saturdays, we were all sort of free for the day. Usually, Millie would hang out with her friends, and I would with mine. We’d do some chores, if we had them, and mom would basically take a day off. She’d watch TV, sleep, or do some cleaning up. Essentially, we were all free.

But on that day, she got a call from a colleague, asking her if she could come in to work. I remember her telling us she was picking up a friend’s shift and that she’d be home later in the afternoon.

About half an hour after this news broke, mom left to work. As much as I wanted to talk to Millie, I didn’t know what to say to her. I didn’t know if she wanted to do or say anything at all. So, again, I let her dictate how this would play out.

I sat myself down in the living room and turned on the TV. I knew that she was in the shower. So, there really wasn’t much for me to do anyway. I browsed through the channels, paying half-attention to what was being broadcasted. I settled on something but to be honest, I had absolutely no clue what it was. I wasn’t really looking at the TV, so much as giving myself an excuse to stay here and announce to Millie that I was free.

I kept looking at the watch every few minutes. I knew Millie took long showers. Once, we had to go to the airport to pick up dad and she’d spent an hour in the shower. Now, waiting for her, I wondered if she needed all that time just to shower or if she did something else, too. I hadn’t even fully thought of that when my cock twitched.

I let my mind wander, partly because it was exciting to think of all the things that she probably did in the shower and partly because I was, to an extent, losing it. Waiting has never been my strong suit.

I imagined if Millie was upstairs, right now, in the shower, playing with herself. My ex girlfriend had once remarked that the shower was where she was the most relaxed and that’s where she usually masturbated. Maybe Millie was doing that right now. Maybe Millie was just standing there, under the shower, rubbing her clit, moaning. I wondered if she preferred fingering herself. The thought of her just standing there, her fingers buried deep inside her pussy — I was rock hard now.

For a moment, I thought of jerking off, right there in the living room. It’s not as if Millie hadn’t seen me do it before. And given that she’d have to come down the stairs, she’d spot me doing it, and if she didn’t want to be a part of it, she could just go back upstairs. Or maybe she’d be disgusted by it. I decided not to overthink this and just go for it.

“Hey, you watching a movie?” Millie called out. Thankfully, it was before I’d begun to do anything. I sat upright and sort of composed myself.

“Eh, something’s on. I don’t really know,” I said honestly and turned to her.

There she was, getting down the stairs. She was wearing a pink, sleeveless tank top that said, “CUTE”, right across her breasts. I agreed. I could immediately make out that she wasn’t wearing a bra. She was also wearing a set of pink shorts. They were really short.

Millie pranced across the living room with a spring in her step. She sat down right next to me and hugged my arm.

“Uh, Millie,” I started.

“Before you say anything...,” she cut me off.

“Yeah”

“I know I’m teasing you a bit,” she said, her hands squeezing my shoulders gently.

“Yeah, I’m aware,” I replied, turning to her.

“I know it’s a bit cruel but it’s also so much fun,” she said, a smile appearing on her face.

“Oh it’s cruel, I can tell you that much.”

“Did you like it, though?” “I mean ... It’s frustrating but yeah, it’s fun.”

“I like teasing you. It sort of makes me feel like I’m in control of this thing.”

“You are. I don’t want to do something that makes you uncomfortable.”

“You don’t have to be so fucking sweet,” she punched my arm lightly.

“Hey, I just don’t want to force you into anything. That’s all that I’m saying,” I replied.

“Don’t worry, you’re not forcing me into anything,” she said, and leaned into me.

“I’m the person that wants everything, J,” she whispered in my ear.

I don’t know if it’s possible to cum without touching your cock but that’s the closest I’ve ever come.

I turned to her. Our faces were close. Really close. So close that I could feel her exhaling on my skin. We looked at each other for a few seconds, trying to read what the other one was feeling. Then, she just smiled that mischievous smile and sat back down.

She took the TV remote and started flipping through the channels while I sat there, gathering myself as if I were an old, conservative lady who’d been told a really vulgar joke. She stopped on a rerun of some sitcom and turned the volume down to almost zero.