The alarm buzzed incessantly in my ear, scolding me as though I should be awake already. I silenced it with a solid slap to the snooze bar and groggily rolled over.
The sun was shining in through the slats of my not-quite-closed blinds. It took a few minutes before my eyes stopped watering from the effect of the light and started to focus on my room. I stirred again, stretching with a yawn, and realized I had a comfortable erection – the kind that doesn’t need much attention but just reminding you why it’s nice to be a guy. I gently stretched again, enjoying a slow thrust under the warm covers just to wake up my body.
My mind clambered up from whatever chamber of dreams it hid in that night and I reflected on how good I was feeling right now – how at ease I felt. It was barely two weeks ago that I had ceased being so sexually frustrated. I had always been a bit too obsessed with sex. Going through lingerie ads as a kid, finding my first softcore magazine, then discovering that hardcore porn was on the web… it had all helped me nurture an addiction to constant stimulation. I thought about that first magazine – remembering the sweet revelation I felt as I saw my first fully naked girl. It had been years and years ago! I couldn’t even remember what I was learning in school but I remembered the image of her strawberry blonde hair, her raspberry colored lips, the beautiful softness of her breasts and the glorious gentle splash of her pubic hair that was too short to really hide the gentle folds between her legs.
I felt my mind growing more awake and reflected more about how frustrated I used to be. All the pictures and stuff I had been pouring into myself had, in a way, conditioned my body and mind. I had taught myself to thrive on a diet of porn and masturbation until my body reminded me when it had been too long. The thing was, at some point I had lost myself in it all. I was tantalizing and pleasing myself, but… it wasn’t how I wanted to be. I felt alone. I felt ashamed because I was alone. I knew I was hiding part of myself from everyone. I dealt with it, learned to live with it, but constantly regretted it.
Until two weeks ago, that is. I smiled to myself in embarrassment as I remembered my sister’s face when she walked in on me looking at porn online. What a terrible moment! It was humiliating to suddenly have my private issue discovered by my little sister who had always thought of me as an example. It was so uncomfortable but in retrospect it was the start of healing me, like setting a broken bone. Sara, my beautiful sister, had forgiven me and stepped into my hidden world, grasped my hand and pulled me into her world of admiration and love for me.
Granted, the way she was willing to wean me off of porn was as shocking to me as she had felt when she discovered my secret. Encouraging me to masturbate by turning me on herself was not normal by anyone’s book – far from it. It was a huge change in our relationship as brother and sister. We were still adjusting to the feeling of intimacy this whole thing was creating; intimacy that felt strange as siblings.
I looked over at a picture I had on the wall of Sara and I, taken during a family vacation to the beach. The memory of that fun day interrupted my thoughts for a moment. I chuckled quietly as I recalled her face when I had splashed her with water when she was trying to get into the waves slowly.
I yawned, and then got out of bed. I started to think through what I had to do today… then stopped as a doubt crossed my mind. I looked at my cell phone and sighed in mild frustration. It was Saturday and I had set my alarm by mistake. There was no reason I needed to be up yet. I groaned and lay down on my bed again.
A few minutes later there was a gentle, quiet knock on my door which I answered with a “Yeah?” The door cracked open and Sara peeked her head in, grinning.
“Good morning!” She cheerily whispered. “I heard your alarm – forget to turn it off?” She smiled and I grumbled affirmatively. She came into the room a little way and I saw she was still wearing her pajamas from last night – a small t-shirt and small cotton shorts. “Aw, what’s the matter? Don’t you want to get up?” She teased.
The next thing I knew, she ran into the room, giggling, and jumped on me and started tickling me under the covers. I yelped and struggled to get away, panicked because of my erection. “Sara! Hey! Get off!” I complained, but it was too late – from the frozen grin on her face I knew she’d noticed.
She laughed and covered her face, raising herself a bit from where she had straddled my waist. “I’m sorry! Did I hurt you?”
“No! I’m just… I didn’t… you…” I stopped. My mouth apparently hadn’t decided to wake up with the rest of me.
“Oh, okay, as long as I didn’t hurt you.” She teased, and sat back down on me.
Panicking as she sat again on my erection I said, “Sara!”
“Yes?” was all she said. I looked up at her and she was smiling down at me. Something in her smile made me relax.
“Where are Mom and Dad?”
She shrugged. “They left this morning to go shopping. Dad saw that mower he’s been looking at was on sale.”
My erection had firmed completely. Though she was sitting on the covers over me she could obviously feel it. However she made no move to get up, so I stayed put and let her stay right where she was.
“It’s a nice morning outside.” she said. “The sky’s all blue and everything’s beautiful.” She leaned over a little and turned the rod to rotate the blinds so we could see out.
“Hey! We…!” I stammered, concerned about people seeing us.
She just looked back down at me and smiled. “Cat got your tongue?”
I sighed and laughed. “Yeah. I wasn’t quite up yet.”
I could have sworn I felt her press a little more against me. “Are you more awake now?” She asked.
“Um, yeah.”
“I can tell.” She said with an impish grin. “Are you enjoying this?”
Raising an eyebrow, I said, “Like you don’t know. You seem to be enjoying yourself.”
She bit her lip. “Want me to wake you up some more?” she said and I felt her press more firmly against me.
I stammered but was able to get out, “I don’t think I could turn you down.”
She smiled. Still looking me in the eye with a little half-smile, she slowly started to move herself around on my groin. The feelings she aroused were immediate and strong. The warmth of the bed, the smell of her fresh from bed, the sun beaming in…
“Oh gosh.” I said.