After what felt like minutes of constant cumming, I finally dribbled the last of my spend onto my older sister’s fingers. Darcy patted me on the back with her clean hand. She took the other one and brought it up to her mouth, lightly licking off my spend.
“Thank you, Ethan,” Darcy said. My sister had just jerked me off, tasted my sperm, and now she was thanking me? This morning was only getting stranger.
Darcy stood up and straightened her outfit. “That’ll have to do for now, I’m already running late to work. Remember our agreement, OK?”
Then, as suddenly as she had entered some twenty minutes before, my older sister disappeared from my doorway.
*
I spent the afternoon in a funk. I sat on the living room couch, streaming Netflix, but nothing caught my interest. I kept having the odd sense that I was forgetting something. That I’d planned something exciting for the day but wasn’t doing it for some reason. Then I remembered what happened that morning and sank deeper into the couch. Not even my afternoon pipeful of weed could perk me back up.
My parents came home, and my Mom made dinner for the three of us. Like me, my Mom and Dad were small, skinny people. Both of them had gone prematurely grey. They were former flower children (albeit born a decade after actual flower children had existed), and they looked it. My Dad had long gray hair tied back in a ponytail. My Mom wore concert t-shirts and hipster glasses.
If Darcy had been at dinner, she would have looked like she was adopted or the mailman’s kid or something. She was the fourth Mendel square, the sum total of all our family’s recessive genes mixed into a singular being.
Where my parents were laid back, Darcy was driven. Mom and Dad were both simple, lunch pail folks who spent more time on their record collection than on getting ahead. Darcy was a true professional, ready for a world of high-powered businesspeople and the fancy toys that came with that. My parents cared about squishy things like feelings. Darcy, obviously, did not.
“You OK?” my Mom asked, “You seem a little down.”
I looked up from where I was chasing my peas around the plate with my fork. “I’m fine,” I said. There was no way I could tell my parents what had happened. It was too embarrassing. Besides, what argument did I have? After all, I got hard when Darcy grabbed me. I came when she stroked me. I was just as guilty as she was.
“Spending all day by yourself at home finally losing some appeal?” my Dad asked.
“Maybe,” I said.
“OK, well you let us know,” Dad said, “This doesn’t have to be your life. That college scholarship is waiting for your signature.” He patted my back warmly, then got up to dig through the freezer for leftovers of my Aunt Penny’s blueberry pie.
“We support you, no matter what you do,” Mom said, “We just know that you can make choices now that will have consequences for the rest of your life. Getting a job, going to college, you don’t have to do both, but you can’t do neither.”
“I know,” I said, but it came out as more like a whine, “Can’t I enjoy a little freedom before then?”
“Of course, dear,” Mom said. She stood up to go help my Dad in the kitchen.
I followed her in, dumped half my dinner in the trash, and then loped upstairs.
I changed into my pajamas and climbed into bed. I tried to read for a bit, but I found I was looking at the same sentence again and again. Finally, I slipped under the covers and curled up, fetal, to fall asleep.
*
I woke up to the sound of my door opening. My room was dark, but I could see the shadow of my older sister from the light in the hall.
“Hey E,” Darcy said. She sat down on the side of my bed again.
“What time is it?” I asked.
“Late,” Darcy said. “I hurried back as soon as I could. I knew that one this morning wasn’t going to be enough. It must have been so hard for you to suffer through the day without your big sis. Well I promise to make it up to you. You did wait for me to take care of you, right?”
“Yes,” I said. I didn’t tell her that I’d actually tried to rub one out in the afternoon and couldn’t, still shaken from what had happened that morning.
“Excellent,” Darcy said and clapped her hands. She started to pull back my covers. When she saw I was wearing pajama bottoms and a t-shirt, she made a little pouty face. “You didn’t give up on me, did you?”
“Honestly, Darcy, I just want to pass out,” I said.
“I know, baby bro, that’s why I hurried back as soon as I could. I knew there was no way you could get to sleep without some release. Jeez, I hope the one will be enough. I don’t think I have the energy for a double tonight. You’ll have to let me make it up to you, OK?”
Darcy pulled at my shoulders until I sat up. I was woozy, and I almost tipped right back over, but she held me there. Then she shot her hand into the fly of my pjs. My dick was curled up in a ball, like a sleepy little mouse.
“Oh, so cute!” Darcy said, “Don’t be ashamed. I know my brother has a big, mean man dick. We just have to wake him up, that’s all.”
Darcy stroked my soft penis up and down. Honestly, she didn’t even need her fist, I was so flaccid she could almost pinch it between her fingers. My cock gave a half-hearted attempt to respond, but the rest of my body was still in control and it didn’t like the idea of my sister doing this to it.
“What’s wrong?” Darcy asked, “You feeling alright?”
“I don’t like doing this with you, Darcy, OK?” I said. “You’re my sister and it weirds me out.”
“You sure didn’t feel that way when you came all over my hand this morning,” Darcy said. She got up from the bed. Then she went over to the wall and flicked on the light. I saw she was wearing her same outfit, but her blouse was unbuttoned halfway, revealing even more of the white cotton of her undershirt.
My older sister caught my eye, looking confused. Then she gave me that face-splitting smile again.
“Oh, I get it,” Darcy said. “Boys all love boobies, don’t you? OK, bro, you’ve ‘tricked’ me into it.” Darcy reached down, unbuttoned the rest of her blouse, and pulled it off. Then she lifted the white tank top over her head. She had on a dark green bra underneath. Her breasts, even bigger than I’d first assumed, seemed to be bursting out.
“Darcy,” I said, “Please don’t.”
“Is that enough?” my older sister asked, “Or do you need to see all of them?” She looked down at my crotch. Sure enough, my traitorous dick was sticking proudly out of the fly, throbbing away. “That’s enough!” she cried, happily.