Greyshough, Redux
Copyright© 2019 by Clee Hill
Chapter 15 - Children of the Sun
Saturday 8th July
Maybe it was because we were used to being crushed up in a small single bed, but even though we were now sleeping in a double, when I woke up that morning I found that Stef and I were snuggled up in the middle. If anything, I don’t think we had moved much at all during the night. I was still on my back and Stef was lying a little over my left shoulder, pinning my arm so that I couldn’t feel it any more.
I smiled. If a dead arm was the price to pay for waking up with Stef by my side I would happily pay over and over and over again.
Somehow it was me who had woken first this morning, and so I had the chance to watch my sister as she slept. She looked so peaceful and so beautiful that I could have lay there just watching her all day long. Of course, that was the exact moment when her eyes fluttered open.
“Hey, Babes,” she said as she drew a little closer, close enough to reach my lips.
“Hey, cariad,” I said as my lips found hers and we continued our greeting with lazy kisses.
“Sooo they delivered your alarm clock?” she asked, pausing to kiss the side of my head as she lay back again.
“Not sure about that, Sis. It might be one of those first morning free trial kind of things.”
“Well before you go ahead with any purchase, you might need to get it adjusted if you’re waking before me.”
I shook my head. “How else am I going to get a couple of minutes to watch you sleep. You’ve got a really beautiful sleeping face you know.”
“News to me, Babes. First, well there is the fact that I am asleep, and second, exactly how would I see myself?”
“I could take your photo?”
“Oh, so now you want to take selfies with your naked sleeping sister?” she teased.
“You know, now you say it like that, it does sound a bit creepy, doesn’t it?”
“You think? Looking to take on the role of being my stalker, are you?”
“Didn’t know there was an opening.”
“There is, but the interviews are rigorous.”
“Oh?”
“Oh very,” Stef chuckled as she found my lips with hers again and was really vigorous with me.
“So do I get the job?” I asked once I could see straight again.
“Provisional.”
“Provisional?”
“Yep. You may need repeated interviews over the course of years.”
“Your recruitment process is hard!”
“That’s not all, is it, lover?” she asked as she took matters in hand, my matters, her hand.
“I was trying to impress.”
Stef gave my cock a long slow stroke. “Ooh, I’m impressed,” she chuckled. “But this new role of yours as my stalker? Don’t get too obsessed.”
“No?”
“I think Leri might want her share.”
Share?!
“So you’re, you’re okay with sharing me with Leri?” I asked. We had kind of talked about it, but not really. Part of me was telling me that today was not the day for this conversation, but part of me felt this needed to be settled before anything happened that might hurt anyone else.
Stef grinned as she rolled up on top of me, hotching down a little so that we were face to face but also so that my cock was neatly splitting her lips, with her hard nips poking my chest as a bonus. “Babes, you have no idea, do you?”
“About?”
Stef grinned. “You know we will have you on a calendar, before the summer’s out, right?”
“A, a calendar? That’s kind of next level sharing, isn’t it?”
Stef nodded. “Precisely. We need to establish who gets this,” she said, pausing to make clear exactly what she meant as she moved down a bit and back up again, rubbing her clit along my shaft and making her shiver a little. “God I love getting this. Where was I? Oh yeah, Ler and me, we need to sort out when we get it, you, whatever. I mean there’s weekdays and weekends, but what about Bank Holidays and birthdays? It will take a lot of work, but trust me, Luke, your cock is going to be very well organised.”
I was about to say something, about me getting shared between the girls, when I had one of those sudden thoughts that come out of left-field and—
“—Whoa! What was that?” Stef asked.
“Huh?”
Stef chuckled. “Luke, I know you just had an idea about something. You remember you really give things away, right?”
I sighed. “And that’s a bad—”
“—No!” Stef interrupted. “Er, sorry, I didn’t mean to be so, hah, interruptious, but I don’t want you to go thinking or saying that being so readable is a bad thing. It’s not that, not at all.”
“It isn’t?” I asked, confused.
“Nope. I mean of course, if your face gives away something that is not something we want sharing, then yes, that can be a bad thing, and it might create a headache as we get ourselves out of it, but there is a way you can try and cut down on that risk.”
“There is?” I asked, a drowning man clinging to the driftwood of hope and praying it’s not the alligator of surprise. But how could I hide my thoughts from my own face?
“Yep. You already know the Distraction Method where you don’t think of the opposite to what you are trying not to show on your face, just something else, but there is also the Boring Thing Method? This time, any time you can tell or think you are about to think about something we don’t want your face broadcasting, just try thinking or remembering the most boring thing you can. Your face can’t do two things at once, so hopefully it will go with reflecting boredom as that is the easier choice, and so that will be your ‘poker face’. But the rest of the time, Babes, it’s a good thing, really it is. It means you are open and honest and you are not deceiving or any kind of secretive. I guess might have to be careful hiding birthday gifts and Christmas gifts... Oh! You won’t have to, will you, Mister Valentine. Grr,” she said, smiling so I knew she was teasing. Mostly. “But the rest of the time? Honestly, I like it because it means I am always talking to the real you.”
“Er, thanks,” I said, feeling like I had just been complimented though I wasn’t quite certain on the how of it. “The Boring Method? I’ll give it a try, even if I can’t believe that anyone can be thinking of two things at the same time. Are you sure you are not some kind of genius?”
“Oh, I’m not just some kind of genius, I’m a certain kind,” Stef said. “The kind who is in love with her brother, in bed with her brother, wanting to get back into bed with her brother later, oh, and who has a best friend esfam who is going to get some of that, too.”
“Well that satisfies me as a definition of a ‘certain kind of genius’. So, time to ride the roads?”
Stef grinned. “Not quite so fast, Gonzalez. You just thought about something. Your face told me so, remember? So cough!”
Eek.
You know how something can seem really clever and sensible in your head, but the moment you go to put it into words it starts sounding like a mess of crazy? This was that.
“Oh it was just a silly idea. You remember I’m, like, only just, like, an adult, like, and that’s, like, really close to being not an adult, so, like, I’m not used to having adult thoughts yet?” I said.
“So more ‘like’ teenaged boy thoughts?” Stef teased, cleaving through my best attempts to translate things on the fly into Valley Girl speak.
I nodded. Hopefully. Family optimist and all that.
Stef smiled. “That’s okay, Babes.”
“It is? So I don’t have to tell you?”
“Oh you have to tell me!”
“Oh.”
Stef chuckled. “I’ll just try to remember what it must be ‘like’ to only just be an adult.”
“Ouch.”
“Pluuus you do have this whole ‘cute younger brother’ thing going on and I love you, so, you know, I might not tease you for too long.”
“No?”
Stef shook her head. “Couple of years will probably do it. That said, if it is really bad, I mean like maillot jaune, train wreck, spectacularly, eye-wateringly, cataclysmically dumb ... not only will you never live it down, but I would be honour bound to share it with Leri, so she can help me with that.”
I gulped.
“Come on, lover, we’ve not got all day,” Stef grinned, way too happy with herself for me to feel good about this, even with the quick kiss she gave me as encouragement.
“Really?”
Stef nodded. “Absolutely.”
I sighed. “Oh-kay, so you know how many silly ideas a teenaged boys get? Clue: lots. Add to that I am lying naked in bed, with my naked sister on top of me, and talking about another hot woman and how you are planning to share out my cock? Honestly, Sis, right now my head is just full to the ears of really silly silliness. You don’t really want to hear about that do you?” I asked, one last attempt in the hope that I had made the case for not telling Stef what I’d been thinking.
Of course, I was wrong.
“Tell me?” Stef said, smiling, as she kissed the tip of my nose. “Who knows, maybe it’s actually going to be a good idea and you just don’t see it, wood and trees, haha, but if it is a good idea, well, you might even get a little reward. Oh, and in case you were thinking about thinking about trying to lie to me, you can’t. Not to me. Not even with the Boring Thing Method (TM).”
“I wasn’t thinking of lying to you, but also ‘oh’,” I said as I realised that the Boring Thing Method might not work with someone who has known me all my life. Did that mean Mum could see through me, too?
Stef’s chuckle reminded me she was waiting for me to dig a hole and jump into it. “Sooo...?”
I sighed. She had won and she knew it. Of course she had, she is Stef.
“Okay, so, you know this is just me being dumb and—”
“—Luke?” Stef said, placing the Finger of Interruption across my Lips of Rambling as her other hand held onto the Penis of Betrayal.
“Sis?” I mumbled through pressed-closed lips.
“We actually do need to get on the roads soon, so, I know what you are saying, I know all the caveats, so please, can we just have this idea of yours, like, now, like?” Stef the Valleys Girl asked as she slowly lifted her silencing finger away.
“Oh-kay ... please don’t kill me, and I know it’s just a dumb silly idea, I think I probably got it from the internet—”
—Stef actually growled. She also gently but absolutely squeezed with her other hand, not enough to hurt or do any permanent damage, but she certainly made sure she had my full attention.
“Oh-kay, so I was thinking, as you were talking about sharing me between you and Leri, er, why not do just that?” I said, trying to make it sound, y’know, jokey or something.
“Just... what?” Stef asked, for a moment puzzled as she failed to follow my train of thought over the cliff with me.
I swallowed in a surprisingly dry throat. “Just share me, as in, hah, like ... at ... the ... same ... time ... pleasedon’tkillme pleasedon’tkillme pleasedon’tkillme.”
Oh. God.
I had said it.
And now I was about to die, a virgin. Probably painfully.
Stef looked at me for a good few seconds, seconds that felt like hours, hours filled with fear and the uncertainty of exactly how she was going to kill me, and she’s smart so I knew she would have lots of really ingenious ways to do it, too.
She cocked her head to one side.
Her right eyebrow twitched.
Her left eyebrow took over and began to dance.
She began to grin.
Her grin became a smirk.
And that was the moment when her eyes got a really hot and smoky look to them and I knew I was dead, just somehow not in a bad way.
“Luke?”
“Sis?”
“Let me make sure I am getting this right, but you are suggesting what? Two girls, one boy, and one bed, right?”
I nodded cautiously.
“Not for Leri’s first time, right?” Stef checked.
“No!”
Stef nodded. “Good. Hmm, you, me, and Ler? I mean it could work, but I don’t know if she would—”
“—What? But I told you it was a dumb–”
—Stef shook her head. “No, Babes, it’s not that,” she interrupted.
“It’s not?” I floundered.
“Nope. You remember I told you about Sarah? Glasses, ponytail, and a crush the size of The Cambrians on me? Leri’s never had a ‘Sarah’ so I’m not all that sure how quickly she might take to the idea.”
Not that sure about... what? “Sorry, Sis, but you’re not just thinking how this could happen at all, but how it ‘quickly’ it could happen?” I asked, not even trying to hide the disbelief from my voice. She couldn’t be serious, could she?
Stef nodded happily. “Think about it. She’s happy enough sunbathing with us nude. She’s happy enough kissing you, nude, too. So being in bed together, nude? Of course she will go for that, too. That’s not that big a step, at least just for sleeping,” she mused for a moment. “And we might even get to try that sooner than you think, too, like once I suggest she comes over for a sleepover, say, next week.”
“What? Next week?”
Stef grinned. “Not soon enough?”
“No! Yes! No! But, I mean—”
—Stef shook her head, took the idea, and didn’t so much run with it as took it on a series of Iron Woman marathons. The poor idea had no chance. “You mean you had the idea, but you had not thought through how to make it actually happen? You’re not going to try to tell me that now I’ve thought up the ‘when’ and the ‘how’, you’re not going to try to tell me you don’t want Leri and me in bed with you at the same time are you?” she asked, not waiting before she continued; even I could feel my face betraying the answer to that one. “And it is not all that different to sleeping together in the garden? And Leri was so sweet when she snuggled up to you. I have to confess, Babes, I would never thought of it, but now you’ve planted the seed of that idea for me, you know what? I want to try it, and I’m sure Leri will too, once I suggest it. Or you suggest it? No, let me. If it comes from you she might think, haha, sexy times, but I suggest it, it’s more friendly times, at least the first time. But the three of us, kissing and cuddling? That has to happen! Anyway, that part won’t be much of a problem.”
“It ... it won’t?” I asked, trying to keep up.
“Nope. Ler and me? We kiss already, we hug a lot, it’s just doing it nude and in bed together that will be new. She might be a little ‘oh I don’t know’ to begin with, but a couple of kisses in and she’ll be wriggling between us like a happy puppy. But even trying for anything more than, haha, Affection Plus One? Honestly, Babes, that is something else entirely and I don’t know how we would ever get there or if we ever will.”
“Er, Sis?”
“Luke?”
“You know how I’m kind of one for one on dumb ideas not being so, hah, dumb?”
“I do, so where are you going with this?” Stef asked, intrigued and amused.
“You know you said you don’t know if she would go for the whole Plus One thing?”
“Yes...”
“Why don’t we, why don’t we just ask her?”
Stef looked at me, opened her mouth ... and shut it again. “You are a genius!” she declared as she grabbed my head and performed a spontaneous tonsillectomy on me, over and done in less than three seconds.
“I ... am?”
“You are! You’re a genius. I was think about strategies and words and metaphors and all the rest, and you cut through all of that with ‘just ask her’. You know what? That’s what we’ll do, that is exactly what we will do.”
“What? But I wasn’t being serious, I don’t think I was being serious, I mean—”
—Stef grinned some more. “No, no, no. Doesn’t matter. I’ll ask her about it, maybe if we can get her on the phone later...”
“Today? And on the phone?”
Stef shook her head. “You’re right, it can’t be done that way, it would not be fair to ask her that on the phone. No. It can wait for next week. I wonder when she can come for a sleepover...?”
Now it was my turn to shake my head. Somehow a stupid tease about having Stef and Leri in bed with me at the same time had been transformed into an exercise in advanced planning for Stef, and one thing I knew about my sister was how she could plan anything. Even something as incredible and impossible as this. Actually, probably exactly something as incredible and impossible as this – she thrives when she feels challenged.
I looked up into her eyes, and all I could see was delight, with a touch of wheels turning. What I couldn’t see, though, was her famed alarm clock.
“Sis?”
“Hmm?”
“As fun as this is...”
“It is, isn’t it?”
“Sis? What’s the time?”
Stef’s face went blank as she looked into the distance; I think that’s where she keeps her invisible clock.
3, 2, 1...
“Shit! We’re late! Come on, Luke. This is all your fault,” she complained, grinning the whole time as she clambered off. “Garage, five minutes. Come on, Mister!” she commanded as she headed to the bathroom, leaving me to head to my room for the morning’s outfit. Somehow I made it down to the garage in less than three minutes. I know, because I checked on my new brick. Even so, Stef still somehow beat me to it and was waiting for me, pointing at her invisible wristwatch.
At least I knew where she kept it, now, too.
“Luke, pull over a minute please?” Stef called across as we were riding more alongside-by-side down a deserted A road, vaguely heading in the opposite direction from where we lived. It was Stef’s route, so I didn’t worry. Even though they were down in Cardiff we had still sent Mum and Dad texts before we rode out telling them where she was taking us and I knew they had a proper directory of her routes. Not me, though. I had kind of not memorised them yet, so though I had sent my text I hadn’t actually known what that route meant. I trusted my sister and if I did get lost, heading for the sea was always an option. I also made a mental ‘note to self’ to learn those routes pee-dee-que.
“Problem with your bike?” I asked as we pulled in to the side of the road.
“Nope, but I need you to, hah, to do something for me.”
“Oh. You need me to cover while you pee?”
Stef chuckled. “Well that is a kind offer, Babes, but no, I need you to do something else, ” she said, her eyes twinkling.
Uh-oh.
“Okay...” I said spectacularly cautiously.
Stef chuckled. She knew I had figure out something was up. “Can you take your tee off for me, please?”
“Sure, and, why?”
“Because I ask you nicely? Because I like how you look when you get sweaty? Because ... just because? We can fold it down into one of my pockets,” she said, her cycling top having ‘proper’ pockets at the back for energy bars or whatever. Thankfully no energy bars today, though. Trying to keep up with an energised Stef? No thanks.
“So you want me topless because because? Oh-kay,” I said as I took off my tee, plain and white and footballerish and quite a bit sweaty. I folded it as best I could to keep the dry bits on the outside, and handed it over.
“Thanks,” she said as she popped it into her middle pocket. Balance, I guess.
“Okay. And we’re doing this because why?”
“So I can do this and people will think it’s just because it’s hot out and we are hot from riding,” she said as she unzipped her cycling top a long way down. She didn’t quite get to her outie, but her breastbone was certainly in the rear-view mirror. Underneath her top Stef was wearing bib shorts, but they were more shorts than bib, with straps that were thin and started just around her waist. As a result, with her jacket open and her straps well out of sight, there was a lot of chest visible and she looked a lot more naked-cum-topless than she really was. Also, the stiffness of her top meant that there was the added risk that if she bent or leant forwards, even more would be visible.
“Sis...?” I asked, askingly.
Stef grinned. “If you are dressed like that, Babes, then it makes it more reasonable for poor little me to be ‘suffering from the heat’, too,” she explained as she breathed in for emphasis.
“Okay, I get that, but won’t the straps of your bib still kind of keep things, hah, secure?”
Stef chuckled. “Well spotted, that man,” she grinned as she reached into her top and swapped her straps around so they crossed round her neck and over her chest as she reached in, one side at a time, to make sure all was ... comfortable.
“Better?” I asked as she sat straight on her saddle again.
“Yep, though if I had tits, they would be well and truly sheepdogged.”
“Sheepdogged?” I chuckled.
Stef grinned. “Not heard that one? Sheepdogged. You know what a sheepdog does? Rounds things up and points them in the right direction. So...?”
I chuckled. “Sheepdogged. Right. I’ll remember that for ... actually I don’t know when I’ll ever need that—”
“—Leri.”
“Leri?”
“Yep, Leri. As in Leri with the bigger tits? As in imagine those when they have been properly and medal winningly sheepdogged,” Stef teased.
“I hope you’re not going to kill me for saying this, but I kind of didn’t notice she had a problem and that they didn’t already point where she was headed.”
Stef chuckled. I’d live, then. “No, she doesn’t and, okay, so they are not that much bigger than mine – we share clothes, remember? – but even so, there will be times when she wears a bra that works for its money.”
I nodded. “And thank you for that insight into ... things. So, your lovely tits are where you want them, then?”
“Pretty much,” she confirmed, with added shimmy.
“And all of this matters because why?”
“We’re going shopping for walnuts, remember? Supermarket’s just up ahead, and they are open at this time.”
Oh.
I didn’t get it. “We’re going shopping in the local supermarket with your tits really risking saying ‘hello’ to anyone who looks?” I asked.
“Precisely! That part? The shopping? That’s just me having fun, a bit of naughty, but nothing more, but the bananas and walnuts? Seriously, we both know what is going to happen later, but I don’t want to just know it, I want to feel it, too, if I can,” she said, sailing dangerously close to serious. “For that, you need your ‘supplements’.”
“Supplements, huh? Well, let’s go get me some walnuts,” I suggested as I tacked us back on to a safe conversational course.
Stef beamed at me brighter than the sun, and we set off again, a leisurely pace for the half mile from where we were to where we needed to be.
“Want me to look after the bikes?” I offered as we halted just outside. It was worth a try. Optimist, remember?
“Nope. I want you in there with me.”
“In case of trouble?”
“More a science experiment, actually.”
“Oh?”
“I’m curious, with you dressed like that how you feel when anyone looks at you. Do you enjoy it like I do when I’m like this? Or not? Or if we find you do, what can we do with you next?”
“You know that guys go around like this all the time, especially here in the summer? You know, the Red-Chested Holidaymakers?”
“Haha, I know, but they don’t often do their shopping like that, do they? And no, ice-cream does not count as shopping, so it’s not the same and honestly, I want you to do this to help me.”
“To help you?” I asked, accepting the inescapable as we locked our bikes to the racking and went inside, me picking up a basket from the front.
The security guy at his I’m Important Console looked up, looked at Stef, and didn’t quite hide his smile.
Stef saw him, turned so she was face on, and gave him a wave and a happy smile. Pretty sure she made his day.
“Yes, help me,” she continued as we headed to the Heath Foods section. “This is for science, and I need more data. How do you respond to this? How do people respond to you? How does it feel for you? Does all of that about you help me to understand why I sometimes want to do this?” she asked as she unzipped a little more, now a mere hand’s breadth from her outie.
“Sis? I don’t know if you have noticed, but there is nobody to notice me, so I’ve no ‘data’ to give.”
Stef sighed. “Ah. There is that, isn’t there? And you have nothing for me about how it feels that someone could come in and could get to see you mostly nude?”
I shrugged. “Sis, I’ve worn more at the beach.”
“Damn! That’s right ... So when you were there like that, how did it feel? Any ... chills?”
“Chills?”
Stef nodded. “You know what I mean.”
“I do, but sorry, no ‘chills’ that I can remember.”
Another nod. “I think this calls for further research.”
“So am I your lab rat for this?”
“Oh I’d never call you a ‘rat’, but ‘test subject’ is a bit too formal, don’t you think? Volunteer, maybe?”
“I volunteered, did I?”
“Yep. I asked. You asked if you could help. So you volunteered.”
“I’m not sure I remember our conversation being quite like that...”
“Aha! You see! It does have an effect, short-term disruption of the memory function. Thank you. I knew there was more to discover.”
I opened my mouth to speak.
Stef raised the Right Eyebrow of Daring.
I didn’t dare.
“There is more muddying of the data, though,” Stef said. “Does me being here like this affect your chills? Does you being here like that affect me and that in turn affects you? Of course, there is also the very important matter of what we are going to be doing later to consider, too. All these things might be skewing the data and we may be responding to all these other stimuli.”
“May?” I teased as we found the nuts section.
Stef shrugged, a really distracting thing to see with her top like that. I looked away before I saw anything more that I might ‘respond’ to.
“Okay, so I admit this data is probably no good,” Stef conceded. “But it’s fun, isn’t it, doing something a little bit naughty, but not ‘bad’ naughty?”
I thought about it? Was it? Really?
“Honestly, Sis, it’s comfortable to be cooling off like this, but I don’t think I can feel any ‘naughtiness’ to it.”
“I see,” she said as she distractingly leant forward and picked up a couple of packs of pre-shelled walnuts. I didn’t see anything, but I had looked away just in case anyone ever recognised us. We were a little too close to home to risk that. “I guess that just means we need to do something else, then.”
“Something else?” I asked as Stef led us off towards the lone cashier.
Ah.
That would be the lone, teenaged, male cashier, the cashier who had seen Stef, who had seen her chest even though you couldn’t actually see her chest, and who was failing in trying not to keep looking.
“Of course. Something else,” she said as we strolled down the aisle. “I guess we can conclude that topless men, even in the supermarket, just is not enough of a thing to trigger your ‘naughtiness meter’.”
“My... what?”
Stef chuckled as she paused, turned to me face me, did the sideways pointing-with-her-eyeballs things at the cashier, and grinned as she flouffed out her top a little. “Your ‘naughtiness meter’, Babes. It’s that thing so you know when you are doing something that’s a little bit of what you shouldn’t be.”
“Ah, like you, now, right?”
Stef grinned. She even blushed. A little. A very little.
“And so where are you on your ‘naughtiness meter’?” I asked.
Stef turned a little to her left as if checking something on one of the shelves. “Can you see tit?” she whispered.
I glanced for a microsecond, and shook my head.
Stef sighed. “Then only a two, maybe a four if I ‘catch’ myself as I’m reaching behind me for my money.”
“Is that a danger?”
Stef grinned. “Dressed like this and feeling like this, yes, it is a big danger. Okay, two little dangers, but that is still a danger,” she joked as she turned and grabbed my hand as we headed off to the cashier, Stef insisting on taking the basket from me when we got to the counter and leisurely leaning forward to put it on the floor once it was empty.
She was trying hard.
The cashier looked briefly, but quickly looked away while I moved to the end of the checkout so I not spoil Stef’s fun by being her obvious chaperone.
“Is that everything?” he asked as two packs of walnuts slowly made their way towards him on his little conveyor.
“Yes, thanks,” Stef said as he scanned them through.
“Need a bag, Miss?” he asked as the nuts slid towards me.