Chapter 3: Back to School

All good things come to an end, and so did Tony's phenomenal weekend. The parents were back, and the school would start the following morning.

"So, what did you do during the blackout?" Tony's mom asked Tony and his sisters.

Tony glanced at Cathy, yielding the floor to the oldest. She caught his glance, and started on the prepared story.

"We lit candles, and put on our sweaters when it got cold. We stayed up in the living room for a while, telling stories. Tony tried to scare us with ghost stories, but they were pretty lame."

"I wasn't scared!" Megan exclaimed.

"Then, since we couldn't use the computers, and the television was not working, we started getting sleepy. I blew out the candle, and we went to sleep. We got the blankets out of our bedrooms to pile on the floor. Tony and I slept on the floor, and Megan on the couch.

"When I woke up, the light was coming through the windows, and the electricity was back."

"Why didn't you tell us?"

"Because you couldn't do anything, other than perhaps drive back at night, with no street lights, and branches on the roads. And besides, we were just fine. It was like a camping trip. And there was no point in telling you on Saturday since the lights were back on."

"All right. Remember, tomorrow is a school day, so don't stay up too late."

Tony suppressed a snort. All three of them, even Megan, got up at seven on school days for years and years. He didn't need reminders, but he guessed the parents felt they needed to say something to prove they were parenting.

His homework was all done, so he ended up playing on his computer in the evening. He would have loved to cuddle with Megan, but it would have been suspicious. They did get together briefly in the laundry earlier.

"Remember, no hugging while the parents are here," Tony said.

"Yeah, yeah, I know. Bummer."

"Tomorrow afternoon we'll get together."

Tony was taking two honors classes; that and his swimming allowed him to avoid counting the hours until he would be home. During the easier classes, he eyed the pretty girls with new eyes. He now knew what they looked like for real, not just on his computer screen. He knew how incredibly soft was the skin on the breasts; how the closed and dry groin could transform into an open, moist mouth hungry for his tongue, his fingers, and his cock. He knew how a girl sounded when she approached orgasm.

He wondered if he looked any different to the other's eyes. Well, his cock was painfully stiff with all this thinking, but that wasn't really all that different from other days. He generally got hard a couple of times an hour in school.

The difference was he was no longer embarrassed by that. Knowing what to do with his cock made him confident, even proud. He wondered if that's where the expression "cocky" came from.

Megan was in a different building, with the other eight-graders. Cathy, however, was in the same high school; he saw her a couple of times in the hall. She was in a company of several other pretty, older girls. As usual, she ignored him. Tony didn't expect anything different from the golden-girl Junior, but he still felt a pang of regret.

Finally, the bus dropping high school students arrived at his house. To Tony's surprise, one of Cathy's friends followed them off the bus. Tony knew her; he knew the names of all the prettiest girls in school. She normally stayed on the bus for a farther stop on the way home.

"Hello, Brenda," Tony said, as they were converging on the front door being open by Cathy.

"Hello, um, Tommy?"

"It's Tony."

Cathy interrupted. "Tony, Brenda and I will be in the living room discussing some articles for the school paper. Please tell Megan that we'll need some quiet."

It took seconds for Tony to understand his sister's perfidy. With Brenda in the house, making love in one of their bedrooms would be too risky. The sounds would be hard to suppress. And that's assuming Cathy would not barge in, 'asking' for something.

Tony, fuming, went to Megan's room.

"She did what?! Why is she being such a bitch?" hissed Megan. "I waited all day for this."

Tony smiled slightly. "Maybe she is envious. Well, at least I wasn't the only one anxious, sis."

Megan hugged him tightly. "You can at least kiss me."

And he did. The kiss developed into another, and soon Megan's small, lively tongue joined Tony's in play. After they broke up to catch up on their breath, Megan gripped Tony's painful bulge through his jeans, and started rubbing it.

"Megan, we have to stop. The noise will bring Brenda around, or at least make her suspect something."

"We'll be quiet, Tony!"

"No we won't. When you get into it, your moans get loud. And when you come, you scream."

"I do?" Megan was blushing.

"Yes you do. And I love it. But we have to be careful." Tony hugged Megan, and kissed her, carefully, on her forehead, avoiding the tempting, half-open mouth. Her soft body was delightful against his; and the hard little nipples were poking into his belly. Tony breathed in, enjoying the smell of her hair.

Tony made an almost wrenching effort to step away. "And you can't disguise your wonderful smell when you get hot. I smell it now, and it's making me even harder."

This time Megan didn't blush. "I am going to kill Cathy!"

It was already too long that he was spending in Megan's room. If Brenda paid any attention to the hallway behind her, it was getting dangerous. It seemed very unfair for each of them to sit in their own bedrooms, yearning for the other.

"I have an idea. You used to pester me by coming into my room to do your homework."

"Well, yes. I like spending time with you, you usually just sigh and let me be?"

"Do you want to do that now? We'll have to keep the door open, so no kissing and making out, but if you want?" Tony petered out.

"Oh yes! I like it. Thanks, Tony. You go to your room. I will get all my stuff and come over in a few minutes."

The rest of the afternoon went predictably. Brenda and Cathy spent hours in the living room, going from serious planning to giggling and gossiping. Megan went through a few times to go to the kitchen, glaring at Cathy the whole time.

Tony finally stopped her. "Megan, you are not going to change Cathy's mind that way. And glaring at her, stomping your feet, and so on, just makes you look like a kid."

Now Megan glared at Tony. "Ignore her, or smile sweetly at her. We will not resolve it this afternoon; in the meantime, no point in giving her any satisfaction."

"But what are we going to do? Is she going to be inviting her friends every day?"

"I doubt she can have her friends sit here all afternoon, every day. But I have a plan. Would you go along with what I say when the parents come? I am not actually going to mean everything."

Tony was surprised how pleasant it was to sit next to Megan while they both worked on their homework. He actually enjoyed her company before, but now it was so much stronger. Every few minutes, she would brush her hand on his shoulder. By habit, he sneaked in a few glances at her chest when she wasn't looking. He got caught, and Megan grinned widely and arched her back. Looking at the boobs offered to him, Tony deliberately licked his lips.

They continued flirting. Once, Tony caught his sister looking at him with a dreamy expression so tender, that he felt himself melting. He wondered if this was an infatuation. He had crushes before, usually on older, unapproachable girls. But his crushes were always one-way, and eventually passed. With Megan returning his feelings, this felt ten times stronger. He wondered if they were like mirrors, reflecting love at each other, making it stronger and stronger until one of them burst.

"Hello! Earth to Tony," Megan teased. "What's in your head? You've been staring at me like I have three eyes or something."