Chapter 4

The phone rang and broke their reverie. Jeff set Cathy down, skedaddled across the floor and gracefully slipped in one of the puddles of semen he had just shot across the room.

"Crap!" he said as Cathy laughed at him. "I bet its mom or dad checking to see if we're home." He dashed around the door frame and rushed down the hall to the kitchen where the phone hung on the wall next to the oven.

"Hello." He said.

"Jeff, you're breathing hard." His mom said at the other end of the line.

"Yeah, I was in Cathy's room cleaning up from a broken lightbulb and had to run to catch the phone before it stopped ringing."

"Oh! Noone 's hurt are they?" Mom asked.

"Nope! Cathy was up on the step ladder and dropped it, but had bare feet. I had to clean it up before she could get down, but nothing we couldn't handle."

"OK, then. I was calling to check on you guys and to ask if you could turn the crock pot down to low."

"We're fine." Jeff said and stretched the phone cord across the room so he could reach the crock pot controls. "And I just turned the temperature down. Looks like chili! Are you making cornbread?"

"I don't think so. I have to work late."

"I could make it! I can't have chili without cornbread."

"Well, don't make a mess of the kitchen."

"Nope! One mess a day is my limit-Um, maybe two." Jeff teased his mom and she laughed back down the line.

"Well, I'd better keep moving. I'll see you kids in a couple of hours. Make sure you guys get a good start on your homework, to boot!"

"Sure mom." Jeff said. "Bye!"

Jeff hung the phone up and lifted the lid to the crockpot. He salivated heavily as the wonderfully peppery aroma of mom's chili steamed through the room.

"Mmmm! That smells great." Cathy said as she entered the kitchen. She had put on pink panties and a matching bra. She was carrying a handful of damp paper towels.

"Yeah! I'm making cornbread to go with."

"Oh! I love that combination. Do we have any cinnamon rolls?"

"No, and there's probably not time for them to rise anyway. We'll just have to make do with cornbread this time."

"Oh, well." Cathy looked at Jeff. "Are you going to get dressed before or after you make the cornbread?" she asked.

Jeff realized that he had just spent the last ten minutes since the phone call tooling around the kitchen without anything on.

"Well, I'm glad mom had to work late." He laughed and headed for his bedroom.

Cathy was glad their encounter hadn't seemed to change anything between them, at least on the surface. Still brother and sister and still fairly open with each other, apparently.

Her intuition failed her a little. As soon as he got to his room to dress, Jeff got worried. He had just experienced the most erotic event of his life, blown semen all across his sister's bedroom while her thighs nestled his boner and then calmly gone about his business like nothing had happened.

As soon as he had gotten into some cutoffs and a t-shirt, he headed back for the kitchen. Cathy wasn't there, so he walked back down the hallway to her room.

Her door was ajar and he knocked. "Uh, Cathy, uh, its me, Jeff." He said through the crack." They had a rule in their house that a closed door meant the person wanted privacy and that a partially closed door meant they wanted to screen their time.