Chapter 5

John’s turn:

I hugged Mom as she got into the car Saturday morning. Dad slapped me on the back.

“Son, you got everything, okay?”

“I got it, Dad.”

They left. Jeannie and I went back inside, she heading to her room, me to mine.

I have an online game to pick up. I had no doubt that my sister would be doing as she’d said – reading, maybe with some music on. Mid-afternoon, I knocked on her door. “I’m going swimming.”

“Just a sec,” she said. “Lemme put my suit on.”

A minute later she pranced out of her room wearing a rather modest two-piece. Okay, I was hoping ‘bikini’ but I gather that’s something she wears more to impress her friends. Besides, why would she want to show all that off to her brother?

‘All that’? She’s fourteen, athletic - gymnast, at that. Inherited Mom’s short stature and brown hair and blue eyes and not much in the breast department. She’s a leggy little thing, too, and I might be prejudiced, but her personality couples with her looks and I think she’s a total package. Yeah, I get that teen male thing about tits, and Jeannie’s way down the scale in that area, but just the way she bounces and bubbles...

So we played in the pool for an hour, diving, swimming. I did a few hard laps, then pulled myself up on the side to catch my breath. She swam over, pushed my knees apart, looked up at me.

“What?”

“I don’t have to protect you from Reena biting you on the pee-pee,” she giggled.

“She wouldn’t have...”

“Maybe not bite,” she laughed. “But something...”

“I don’t wanna think about that,” I snorted. “Nothing like that’s gonna happen.”

“You’re right. Jump back in. I wanna practice diving off your shoulders.”

“Just a few,” I said. “Then we go in. Sky’s kinda looking dark.”

“I noticed that. Hope it doesn’t get too bad.”

Five times I went under water, came up with her standing on my shoulders, letting her dive off. I may not be perfectly steady, but she’s able to balance despite that. Last time, she swam up, wrapped herself around me, kissed my cheek.

“You’re a really great big brother.”

“Thank YOU! You’re the best possible little sister.”

And we got out, toweled off, went inside. I let her have the shower first, then went in and did myself. Came out, found her in the living room.

“I already ordered pizza,” she said. “Let’s see what’s on TV.”

My nostrils flared. “You have perfume on?”

“Sometimes I like to smell good.”

“Instead of like a bunny rabbit,” I hawed.

“You think I smell like a rabbit?”

“Sometimes. It’s not a bad thing. Kinda neutral.”

“When’s the last time I smelled like that?”

“This morning when I hugged you and Mom and Dad before they left.”

“Well, I like this perfume.”

“I do, too. Just wisps of it get to me when you move around.”

She smiled. “You pay attention.”

“Yeah. I do.”

Her iPhone app told her of the pending pizza delivery. We had a brief tiff over what movie to watch. I wanted Deadpool for the 900^th time. She was pushing some chick flick. I suck at ‘rock-paper-scissors’ so we started watching her choice. Yeah, I could’ve gone to my own room and watched what I want, but that’s kinda lonely sometimes.

Her movie was cute and kinda funny and had some scenes that made me a little aroused. That’s what good-looking females do to you, right?

After her movie, we switched to reruns of a favorite TV series. The clock was pushing ten PM when that annoying ‘emergency notification’ tone over-rode the TV show, announcing a hefty system of thunderstorms. That’s no surprise. It’s spring and these things come up pretty often. I just shrugged it off.

Jeannie, on the other hand... “That’s scary.”

“So was the one two weeks ago. Thunder. Lightning. Rain. No big deal.”

“I guess...” Her reply didn’t have the weight of confidence.

Bedtime. She took a book with her to her bedroom. I went to mine. Collision in the bathroom as we both brushed our teeth. She left. I relieved my bladder, went to my room, turning off the bathroom light and closing the door.

Yes, I had plans for a round of self-stimulation. Helps sleeping, you know. But first, I too like to read a little bit. I settled into my bed, covers half pulled up, propped on two pillows. In the far distance I could see clouds lit by lightning. Thunder was just beginning to reach us.

A knock on the bedroom door. Who could THAT be?

“What?”

“Are you decent?”

“Yes, I’m decent. Come in.”

She came in, night-shirt clad, arms wrapped around a pillow, holding a book in one hand. “Thunderstorms scare me.”

“Sound and light and rain, and they’re still miles away. Nothing to worry about.”

“They SCARE me.”

“You’ll be fine.”

“See?!? You’re confident. You make me feel safe.”

“Thank you.”

“Can I sleep in here? Your bed?”

“What?”

“Scoot over. Make room for me.”

“Jeannie...” I whined. Lots of conflict here. Me trying to be decent. Me trying to have the privacy for some much-anticipated self-relief. Knowing that I have limits to my self-control, and I haven’t fully explored them but I’m pretty sure this would be a big test.

“No big deal,” she said. “You have a big enough bed. I won’t bother you. Just wanna be here...”

The universe conspires against me. A flash, then fifteen seconds later, a peal of thunder. Three miles away. Dad taught me how to measure that.

She jumped. “Pleasssse?!?”

“Okay ... but if we wake up after the thunder’s over, you...”

“I will.”

I tossed the covers back and slid over in the bed to make room for her. She slid right in, fluffing her pillow then stretching out on her back.

“See? Not crowding you at all.”

“That’s not the point, and you know it.”

Sweetly. “I don’t. What IS the point?”

“Two people of opposite sex in the same bed...”

“Oh, that ... Relax. I’m gonna read until I get sleepy.”

“Okay, sis.”

“See?!? We’re nice to each other.”

“Uh-huh. Read.”

And a couple of seconds later, a flash that lit the room through the window, followed by a big crash of thunder.

A squeal, and I was wrapped up by my sister.

“Uh, Jeannie, by the time you hear the thunder it’s really too late...”

She rearranged herself. I had to unwrap my arms from around her. I think that was reflex.

“I’m okay...”

More lightning and thunder, although not as vigorous and close. I reached over and retrieved my phone and showed her the radar from the weather app. “This one’s right on top of us. In five minutes, it will be gone, then we’ll get another one about thirty minutes after that.”

“Okay.”

We started reading again. I was getting a bit drowsy, though. Said something about turning out the reading lamp.

“Let me finish this one chapter...”

I was drifting towards sleep, at least trying not to think about a sleek teen female wearing a nightshirt and panties, lying beside me in bed.

I was just about gone when I felt the bed move as she turned to put her book on the nightstand. It hit the table almost simultaneously with the flash of lightning and crash of thunder as the next thunderstorm cell approached.

Caught her off guard, resulting in a squeal and arms and legs wrapping me up. An order. “Hold me.”

I complied. One: Reflex. Two: Felt good. Three: brown hair at my nose was wonderfully sweet smelling.

“Okay.”

Lights still on. Big blue eyes looking into mine.

“Scary.”

“Not gonna get you. You slept through that one two weeks ago.”

“Mom and Dad were home. That’s different.” Tighter hug. Little wiggle, fitting herself into me.

“Okay, Jeannie. I’m here.”

Purr. Wiggle.

I am a teen male and THAT thing has only the most tenuous connections to my brain.

Wiggle. “Uh, Johnny, you’re kinda poking me.”

“That’s the problem I was talking about,” I blurted. “You’re female and you’re cute and you’re right here and that thing has a mind of its own.” I let her go, trying to get clear of something that was feeling way too good.

“It’s okay, Johnny. I know what’s going on. I need hugging. That doesn’t matter. Hug me.” And she scooted to close the gap I’d just made.

She KNEW what she was bumping up against and did it anyway.

“Feels good to be held.”

Okay, John, admit it. “Yes, it does. Maybe too good.”

“Maybe if I turned the other way...” and she rolled over and backed into me, spooning. Maybe a bit enthusiastic because that taut gymnast butt planted itself firmly against my erection, wiggled a bit, then “Put your arms around me, silly.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

Okay, hugging a girl from behind means there are geography issues. Where do your hands land? And I have not had any practice with the problem.

Lying on my left side, that arm was trapped under her and fell naturally to her firm belly. I tossed my right arm over, pulled, and got a handful of a very nice titty.

“Watch it!” she protested rather weakly.

“Sorry. Didn’t mean to hurt...”

“Didn’t hurt. Just surprised, okay?”

“Is this better?”

“I can feel that thing poking me. What makes it go away?”

“When I go to sleep.” Little lie. I’ve woken up in the middle of the night with a hard-on more times than I can count. Worse, the most true answer, ‘a good orgasm’, was not likely correct in view of the stimulation it was getting right now. I know from experience that if I have proper encouragement, I can do two or three orgasms with little downtime between them. Great way to spend a rainy Saturday afternoon, you know.

We got comfortable like this. Purring noises as she languorously twisted in my arms. She had her hands over mine and as she twisted, I swear she dragged my right hand over her breasts before seating it between them. She was still fidgety.