Chapter 8

When night finally falls, Chance and Rory have dinner. Rory cooks her famous tacos and nothing is brought up about the day’s events as they sit and enjoy the meal. Normally Chance would bring to his sister’s attention something like what happened in the back yard, but after what did or didn’t take place in the bathroom this morning, he isn’t going to risk it. Besides, for him to announce what had happened while remarking how similar she and Jill look would only add fuel to that fire.

Afterward, they sit on the sofa together to watch a movie. Rory doesn’t distance herself like he would expect her to. Instead, and to his surprise, she seems to have moved closer to him sometime during the movie. It’s not like two lovers close, but a significant distance compared with the night before. Chance chalks it up as the normal brother and sister relationship, sitting close kind of thing. But maybe it could be more? He doesn’t know. Normally one might have to fight an urge to inquire about it or anything that happened today, but not Chance. For all his good looks, he can be quite shy about stuff, even if it’s with Rory.

Neither have the urge to fall asleep and after the movie Rory tells him that she has to get up early and probably won’t be back until late. It isn’t like that every day, it just seems to be like that on Mondays. He shrugs and tells her that he doesn’t mind, he’ll probably just play some video games or something. Besides, there might be a chance that Jill next door might want to sunbathe again. He’s not sure what she does for a living or whether or not she has a boyfriend or husband. He thinks to ask, but it might come out weird and draw undue suspicion on him. So after saying good night, Chance stays up a little longer watching another movie by himself.

When he finally goes to bed, Chance has no intentions of going to sleep, at least not for a little while. His mind is too occupied with thoughts to the day, of the whole weekend. From seeing his sister fucking some random dude on the beach to seeing her play with her dildo on the chair in the living room to the dreams of him fucking her or her giving him a blow job to the neighbor playing with herself and him climaxing twice, it is all chaotic. This has been one hell of a weekend and one great start to the summer. Whatever reluctance he may have had about coming to stay with Rory are long gone. Who know what the summer will hold for him.

The images of Jill’s breasts and pussy invade his mind. He had seen them just as clearly as he has ever seen Rory’s. She played with herself just like his sister and their similar looks are so uncanny. He would give anything to watch both of them stroking their breasts and squeezing their nipples or fucking their pussies with their fingers. And what could be better than to see them doing it to each other, right in front of him while he strokes his cock? He climaxed twice to Jill, almost as many times as he could to his sister in one sitting. The boy honestly thought a second would be so far off, considering how when he watched porn it was like that. Maybe it was how she looked so much like Rory. Now the thought of Jill and his sister together makes his prick hard again.

After doing so twice all over the fence, he was satisfied that it didn’t leave any kind of stain or sign of what he did. Just like washing his sheets eliminated any evidence. And that is good because as those thoughts form into newer and dirtier ones, he is going to need that magic again. So with these new thoughts swirling in his head, he wraps his hand around his rigid pole and strokes it tentatively. It feels good right away. And the feeling he now has is better than it had the first time this afternoon. The first time felt great, but the unexpected second time was even better.