Chapter 2: Sibling Awakening

Wednesday Evening

"Strike three," Jason mumbled to himself, "three telephone calls and not even one buddy home from college, this may prove to be a long summer." Jason saw the image pass in his peripheral vision and assumed it was Helen making a trip to the kitchen. The second pass of the vision alerted him and he called out, "Helen, is that you?" Receiving no response, he turned, starting for the door, when he saw her move into the doorway, her head lowered.

"Yes, did you need something?"

"Yes, I do. I need my sister to stop hiding from me, and I would like her company."

"Where's mom?" Helen responded, mumbling as she walked slowly into the room, her head remaining low.

"She said she was going out for a while, she told me however I didn't understand her. We are alone." Jason noticed the steps were measured and her face appeared drawn, and most noticeably, her soft and friendly smile was missing. "You seem troubled and tense, is there something you would like to talk about?"

"No," she muttered sharply, her voice barely above a whisper.

Walking to the sofa and sitting, Jason patted the space beside him, "Please, sit with me and let's talk. We haven't had any time alone to share our experiences, remember how we had private talks when we were younger, telling one another everything."

Helen looked at Jason, however there was no change in her expression, "We are older, we cannot tell everything, we are not children any longer."

The frown on Jason's face displayed his obvious displeasure at her statement as he looked in her direction, "And just why can't' we talk to one another privately?" He asked, reaching for her hand and guiding her body close as she sat.

Turning her head and eyes in the opposite direction, "We are older now and have personal thoughts, and we cannot speak of them."

Placing his fingers on her chin and turning her face in his direction, he looked into her eyes a moment before speaking. "Yes, I have personal thoughts however I don't have any that I can not share with you; you are my best friend, and my sister, and that means we can be open with one another. I am not afraid to tell you anything; remember you promised I could feed you a can of worms if you told any of our secrets."

Helen chuckled and shifted her body to face Jason, "And you have to eat live crickets, grasshoppers, and grub worms, if you tell, remember?" Discussing the juvenile promises brought laughter to the siblings and soon they were wiping tears from their eyes from laughing at one another.

"I had a great time in school this year but I missed you everyday," Jason said, placing a strand of hair in place and then running his hand through her hair, effectively messing it up again.

"HA!" she said, "the only times you though of me were the few minutes we were on the telephone, the rest of the time you thought about college co-eds." She showed her displeasure by pouting and staring at him.

"Not true," he said, passing a hand over her face attempting to wipe the frown from her face, a game played when they were each much younger. "I really missed you; I did not have the time to make any real close friends."

"Now you are not telling the truth, which is one forfeit you owe me." Helen relaxed her stiff pose and leaned against the back of the sofa, "You were not thinking about me while you were on a date with those wild women I heard about in college."

Jason frowned at her remark and Helen's hand quickly passed over the frown, causing him to smile. Helen returned his smile however she was unaware the smile came because he was thinking about the photo of her attached to his dressing mirror. The pose was pinup style taken days before leaving Europe a year earlier, especially for him, and Helen was wearing a tiny bikini. The angle the picture was taken, made her legs appear much longer and her breasts larger. He masturbated numerous times after staring at the photo, and he was positive he had two friends who also fantasized about her.

Jason felt his prick throb and become uncomfortable, constrained in his awkward position. Glancing at her legs was a mistake because she was leaning against the back of the sofa and her skirt was raised high on her legs, offering him an unobstructed view where the skirt barely covered her panties. Jason thought about her pinning him to the floor, the sight of her panty-covered pussy, and his erection became observable and extremely uncomfortable.

Shifting his position, while trying to be casual failed, Helen shocked him, "The women must have been hot and wild, and thinking about them has given you a boner." Helen's face flushed quickly at her sudden boldness, causing her to turn her head in the opposite direction.

There was a long period of silence before either spoke. Jason finally broke the silence, "No, the women were not hot and wild and I was not thinking of them, I was thinking of you." Jason placed his hand on her knee and moved it slowly to a point just short of her skirt, and as he expected, her head turned sharply. "I was thinking of how beautiful you have become."

"I think you are lying, and that would be another forfeit."

"Honest, I was not lying, I was thinking about you. Do you remember the photograph you sent? I have it attached to my mirror and I look at it everyday. I was staring at your legs a few minutes ago, and thinking about the photograph, and that is the reason for my hard on. You see, I do think about you daily, and I think you're absolutely beautiful. Sometimes I wish you weren't my sister, and I could ask you for a date." Jason smiled when her hand covered his, and pleasantly surprised to feel her gently squeeze.

"Do you really think I am beautiful? When Eleanor is around you ignore me and stare at her constantly, your eyes do not leave her big breast. One day my breast will be as large as hers and..." Helen abruptly stopped speaking and covered her mouth. Helen's face turned to Crimson, as she almost blurted something out she didn't want to say to him.

"I hope they never get that large, and what was it you were going to say?

Helen's eyes appeared enlarged when she raised her eyebrows, "You don't, why?" She studied him for a moment before continuing, "Why don't you want them to grow larger?"

"They are perfect, any larger and they would soon begin to sag, then you would need to wear a bra. I like the way you look now, when you're not wearing a bra. Your nipples show when you get excited and I think it's sexy," Jason raised his free hand and touched her pointed nipple as he spoke.

The touch of his finger to her nipple sent a hot flash through her body and Helen's mind began working overtime. Leaning into his fingertip, she maintained contact with his finger and at the same time gave the hand on her thigh a gentle squeeze. She wanted his hands on her body, closing her eyes and moaning low, remembering the hands and lips caressing her a year earlier, specifically her last evening abroad. She had her first orgasm, other than self-stimulation, as the French couple each had a nipple in their mouth, while the husband and wife caressed her soft skin above and around her pussy. Jason's touch made her feel just as lightheaded.

"You're just saying that," Helen said giving a sour look to her brother, "And that would be another forfeit."

"I swear I'm not," he said crossing his heart. "And you were going to tell me something else, what was it."

She looked at her brother a minute and she was going to tell him a lie but she knew he would call a forfeit immediately and she couldn't disprove him. Instead, she relented and told what she was thinking. "I have more pictures that I didn't send you and if you let the guys see them I'm certainly glad I didn't send one of them."

"You mean you didn't send me the best one. I'm shocked, and glad I didn't know, I would have been highly disappointed. Are you going to show me the best one?"

"NO!" she said abruptly.

"Why not, "I asked.

"Because you'll laugh, I was acting silly that day."

"I won't laugh, I couldn't laugh at you."

"You promise? Promise you won't laugh and I will show you two of them." She was staring at her brother and he was trying to keep from grinning. He knew she was a cut-up at times, which is why she was so much fun.

"Okay," he said. "Let's go and look at them." He started to get up and she pushed him back, "No, you stay here and I'll get them." She jumped up quickly and rushed from the room, giving a backward glance as she rushed through the door.

Helen returned within minutes and Jason sat calmly as she stared at him a few moments before passing the first photo to him. She became tense waiting for his comment because the picture was rather risqué, or so she thought. She began relaxing when he saw the smile come to his face as he reached for the second.

Jason studied the pictures, his eyes moving to her body and back to the pictures, smiling, showing his obvious approval. A difference of a year between the time of the photo and the present was very noticeable; she had filled out much, not only in the bust but also in shape. She smiled, when she saw him smiling, and sat back on the sofa, stretching once again to her full height. She was aware he was looking from the photo to her legs and back to the photo again.

"These are great photos," he said, continuing to stare at each. He couldn't see where she would think he would laugh because they looked posed to him, although he wasn't aware of the setting, or atmosphere, at the time they were taken.

"I have one I wanted to send however I was afraid. No one has ever seen it and I hope you won't show it to anyone. I was thinking of you when it was taken." She slowly moved her hand with the last photo, careful to insure the picture portion was face down. "You said, while we were playing a game one night, if you had to be marooned you would like to be marooned on an island with a naked girl. If you ever get marooned I hope it is with me." She pushed the photo into his hand and lowered her head.

Jason looked at the photo a moment before looking at Helen. Placing his hand under her chin, he lifted her face and leaned, kissing her on the forehead. "It's beautiful, and if I ever do get marooned I hope it is with you."

Looking back to the photo, Jason felt his prick rising. She was nude, sitting on her ankles with her hands placed on her knees. Taken from the side, her arm shielded her breasts, however there was nothing shielding the soft curves of her ass. Her head tilted down and pointed slightly toward the camera, and a teasing grin on her face. There was only one reason for the photograph, the sole purpose being erotic to any person viewing it. The pose was truly professional.

Jason took Helen's hand and pulled her from the sofa, after he stood and stretched. It was still early, not eight p.m., yet he was tired. He was yet to get eight hours sleep, in one stretch, since he slipped in early Saturday morning. "I'm going to get a cold beer, put my pictures on my mirror, and watch a little TV until I pass out. Are you ready for bed, you have school tomorrow?"

"Two weeks and two days and you don't have to remind me," Helen said as she let him pull her to her feet. "Could I have a glass of wine," Helen asked inquiringly, "Maybe just a small glass?" She held her hand high, measuring her finger and thumb about an inch apart. "Mom and dad let me have a small glass occasionally." She turned her head slightly, tipping her chin, appearing as a little girl begging.

Jason laughed at her and nodded. "Okay, just a small glass if you say mom lets you have one. I'll just be a minute, I have to pee first," he said, laughing at her still holding her head in the same position.

"Me too," she shouted as she ran from the room, headed in the direction of her bedroom.

"Your slave has you wine madam," he called as he stopped at her closed door. Walking into his room, he sat the two drinks on his nightstand and made a beeline for his bathroom. He didn't realize he had to piss so bad until he stood over the commode and began. He felt relieved when he shook the last droplets from his tube and stepped to the mirror. He'd shaved early that morning, before six, and he saw he had a shadow, reminding himself he now had a beard and a daily shave was a requirement, like it or not. Brushing his teeth, he stood and looked into the mirror again. "What the hell," he mumbled, and reached for his razor.

Stepping from his bathroom, he was surprised to see Helen lying in his bed, lights off, covers pulled back and the TV on, the volume low. As he approached the bed, she said, "I'm sleeping right here tonight."

He settled into the bed, positioning the pillow behind his head, and putting an arm around her while pulling her close. He gazed at her delicious looking body, wishing she weren't his sister and he would start eating at her head, not stopping until he had only her smallest toe to complete a full meal. The negligee was as great a strain on his manhood as he could tolerate, and certainly on his prick, now fully erect.

"This is the first of the movie, the credits just passed," she said as each began watching the movie. She saw his eyes devouring her body, as she stared at his erection, and she smiled; she accomplished what she hoped. She was a desirable female to her brother.

The movie played an hour and they both burst into laughter. The screen went black for a few seconds before it lighted again. The sign on the screen read, "TECHNICAL DIFFICULTIES, we are rushing to correct the problem." The reason for their laughter was a little man was rushing around eight boxes, and every third box he would stop, shake his head, and begin running the boxes again.

Jason had been caressing her breast for thirty minutes, and both nipples were as erect as she could ever remember. Her breathing had been erratic for about as long. Taking a much-needed breath, she said, "We can't do it."

"Do what?" he asked.

"You know... do it.?

"You mean... , " he didn't finish.

"Yes," she said.

"Yes, what?" Jason questioned.

"If we weren't brother and sister you could." she said.

"Could what?" he asked.