Chapter 2

As usual, Thomas woke to the piercing tones of his alarm with a dry mouth and an erection painfully pushing against the mattress. Running his tongue around the parched confines of his mouth, he coaxed his body into producing some saliva as he rolled onto his side, allowing his stiff prick some relief.

Stretching languidly under the covers, he pulled his cock out, stroking it slowly as his mind conjured up pictures of his sister. She had been invading his dreams so often now that he no longer bothered to feel guilty at her presence.

Lea entered his room, dressed ready for school, her bag slung over her shoulder. She gently shut the door, allowing the strap of her bag to slip from her shoulder. Smiling playfully at him, she slowly, teasingly approached the foot of his bed, running the palms of her hands up the inside of her thighs. Thomas watched her delicate fingers with their pink varnished nails slide up under her school skirt. Her hands travelled up and down her thighs, slowly climbing higher upon each cycle. Her hands had reached the juncture of her thighs by the time she reached his bed and she stood there, rubbing the front of her panties with her palms. Every now and then he would catch a brief glimpse of the material beneath palm and skirt.

Pushing his duvet down past his hips, Thomas rubbed his foreskin over the top of his purple head as he watched the actions of the ghostly Lea.

Licking her lips enticingly, Lea moved her hands to her hips, her skirt falling just enough to hide her panties. Her shoulders pushed back as she lowered her hands, the effect thrusting out her burgeoning breasts. The reason for the move apparent as the pink material of her panties appeared from under her skirt as she pulled the fabric over her hips and down her thighs.

Thomas watched as she slowly bent forward, stepping out of her underwear. He expected her to let them fall, but instead she brought the material to her nose and inhaled deeply.

Gasping, Thomas sped up the movement of his fist, his cock twitching with pent up lust.

Thomas rolled onto his side, reaching out and fumbling for his stash of tissues as he felt the start of the now familiar burning sensation within, his fist not breaking its frantic, almost desperate tempo. His grasping fingers found a pile of discarded tissues, crisp with dried semen.

Lea pulled her head back, her mouth breaking from his as her hips continued their intense movements. Her gaze pierced deep into his own eyes as she inhaled, her throat pulsating pleasingly as muscles tensed in preparation of speech. He met her gaze with his own as she spoke from the depth of her heart.

"I love you."

His stomach muscles clenched tight as copious amounts of thick white fluid erupted from the end of his cock to splatter all up his chest. He continued to frantic stroke his cock as spurts continued to erupt forth, semen running down his cock and over his fist.

He relaxed against the bed, Lea fading from his mind as his fist slowed its furious movements as the pleasure subsided. Revelling in his post orgasmic glow, his fist stilled its movements as the pools of sperm slowly cooled across his chest.

"THOMAS!" The voice of his mother made its way up from the kitchen. "Your breakfast is out. Don't take too long, I don't want you being late for the bus."

He sighed, and started to mop up the mess covering his chest, the tissue rapidly becoming sodden. He tossed it aside and grabbed another.

Pulling out a chair he slouched into place at the table. As usual, his sister was already there, and as usual, she was almost finished.

Sparing Lea hardly a glance, he tucked into his breakfast like a ravenous animal. Lea watched his undignified shovelling and briefly closed her eyes, shaking her head as she did so. His mother, long used to similar eating from her husband, paid it no heed.

"Have the pair of you got your homework and any other stuff you need for school?"

"Yes mum." Replied Lea.

Thomas couldn't remember if he had even been given homework, let alone whether he had bothered to do it. He grunted noncommittally into his bowl. The last spoonful disappeared as quickly as the first, and he drained his glass of orange juice in one long swallow, thumping the glass back down with a satisfied lick of his lips.

"I suppose it would be too much to ask for you to stay out of trouble today? That's aimed at the pair of you."

Thomas looked up at his mother, innocent butter-wouldn't-melt-in-his-mouth expression put on for effect. "I have no idea what you mean mother" he smiled like the little saint he wasn't.

"Uh-huh." His mother was having none of it, but turned her gaze towards Lea. So did Thomas.

Lea said nothing and met neither of their gazes. His mother took a breath, about to say something, and then changed her mind at the last moment, taking Thomas's plate away from him with a shake of her head instead.

What was all that about Wondered Thomas, then let the idle thought vanish into the nether.

"Hurry up the pair of you."

Thomas rolled his eyes "Yes mum." before grabbing his bag and heading for the door, his sister trailing behind as he left the house.

His sister was hovering just behind as usual, but he was feeling magnanimous, she had given him one hell of an orgasm this morning, technically. He shortened his step and moved to the side, in invitation. An invitation he was slightly surprised at her accepting. She moved to his side and they walked along the street in a slightly uncomfortable silence. He glanced over to her, looking for something to break the silence.

"Trousers? You don't normally wear trousers to school." It was a nice day, the sun warm, even though it was still early in the morning. Her head whipped round, her expression one that he couldn't fathom, but it didn't bode well.

Uh-oh you've done it now chum! "Err, well," Quick you idiot! Think of something complimentary! "Well, you know, you have nice legs, and you're not normally shy in showing them off" Lame, lame, lame. He didn't bother kicking himself, he fully expected Lea to do it for him.

Lea stopped dead in her tracks like she had just walked into a brick wall.

He thought back to his mothers parting words. The ones about staying out of trouble. Shit, shit, shit, your fucked, do not pass go, do not collect two hundred dollars. And you didn't even manage to make it as far as the bus! There was a rumbling roar as the bright yellow bus with its American style child warning signs turned into the street. Thank fuck for small miracles! "Oh look! The bus!" He stated needlessly before turning and swiftly striding towards the bus stop, waiting for a blow to the back which never came.

Determined to avoid the impending shouting match, Thomas pushed into the front of the queue, glaring down at a younger boy who was about to protest at his queue jumping. The younger boy snapped his mouth shut at the glare, wanting to avoid the risk of a physical contest in which he was destined to painfully loose.

Climbing aboard the bus, he looked for a seat with only one space available next to someone he could stomach. The Gods were obviously smiling upon him today as there was one. He dumped his bag on the floor and slumped into the seat, turning his back to the central aisle and started up a conversation that he hoped his sister wouldn't bother to interrupt.

He sensed her slow down as she walked past him up the aisle of the bus, so he continued to ignore her. There was an impatient grunt from the girl behind Lea, forcing her to carry on up to the next available seat.

Right, only the rest of the day to survive. I'm a celebrity? Bah! I'm a schoolboy, get me out of here! Thomas wondered how he was going to get through the rest of the day.

Blowing out through his mouth, inflating his cheeks, Thomas pulled out his schoolbooks. Maths, bloody maths! Who in their right minds puts maths as a first period lesson? He looked up at the white board and the questions displayed in thick black dry marker. Lurking, like big, black, evil numerical spiders, the sums tormented him with their evil webs of confusion and mystery. What use is all that shit? Haven't teachers heard of calculators? Even my phone has one built in; the only pie I'm interested in comes with cream and a spoon.

There was industrious activity around him as everyone delved in. Thomas looked down at his paper and just started to write numbers in at random. Occasionally he would surreptitiously look to either side and copy down any answer he could see. If the teacher was not looking, he dispensed with the surreptitiously.

Thomas looked over to where his sister sat. Her paper looked rather annoyingly filled, answers written in with a blue pen, questions in black. Who the hell writes their answers in with a different coloured pen? Other than my sister.

"You have five minutes, start finishing up."

At the teachers warning, Thomas threw down his pen in bored disgust. Arse!

He dribbles around Beckham, the crowd goes wild! Roony tries to catch up but he leaves Shreck in his dust! Only the goalkeeper stands between him and glory! Thomas hoofed the ball with absolutely no grace and only a smidgen of power, but it was enough to sail between the two piles of coats. It's a goal! A goal that had less to do with Thomas's ability and more to do with the opposition goalies observation skills being on par with Stevie Wonders whilst being paired with the ball handling skills of a paraplegic. A dead paraplegic at that.

The crowd roars with adulation! Thomas looked around at his audience, an audience that mainly consisted of fellow players breathing hard, trying to get their collective breaths back and his sister staring from the sidelines. He felt his adulation come crashing down, like Scotland's chance in the World cup.

"You joining us sis, since you're in trousers today?" Thomas laughed, as did most of the other boys. She turned around and walked away. "I'll take that as a 'no' then?" He called out after her, renewing the peals of laughter.

Thomas slumped into the coach seat, staring out at the mass of pupils squeezing, pushing and shoving themselves into other busses, as though the school harboured some deadly plague that they were all trying to avoid. It was only when another figure sat down next to him that he realised his mistake of sitting next to the window.

"Hi sis!" He smiled, what he hoped was his most winsome smile.

Lea blushed and looked down at her bag which rested on her lap. Thomas opened his mouth to come out with some witty repartee, only to find none forthcoming. He paused, became aware his mouth hung open like a baited trap, shrugged, closed his mouth and turned back to stare out of the window.

The bus weaved through the congested streets, passing a miner accident involving three cars at a junction. Several people were in the process of pointing at dented panels, arm waving and the projection of harsh language. Thomas smiled as fellow pupils banged on the bus windows and jeered at the motorists, one of whom turned around and gave the bus the finger, which elicited a volley of likewise gestures from the pupils on the bus.

As the accident passed from view, the school bus quickly quieted back down.

"Are they really?"

"Huh?" Thomas turned away from the window and looked at his sister, confused.

"What you said?"

"Errr," He frantically thought, trying to work out what she was on about. Have I missed part of a conversation? Don't remember her speaking, maybe I should just agree. Agree to what? What is it with girls and their nonsensical statements. "What did I say?"

"Earlier."

Nope! Give me a clue, fifty fifty? How about phone a friend? "What, in school?"

He stared straight at her eyes, trying to dig out an answer by telepathy. Her gaze would meet his for a second, then slide away to look down at her bag, only to glance back up for a second, only to slide away again.

"Before"

Jeez! Give me a break will ya! "Before what? The birth of Christ? The dinosaurs?"

"It doesn't matter."