My Dad came down first, dressed in corduroy pants and a grey sport coat. My Mom was right behind him wearing a long emerald dress. It was weird seeing my tomboy Mom dressed in anything but a t-shirt and jeans. They were both dragging small suitcases behind them.
“Darcy got us reservations up at Mt. Airy for the weekend,” Dad said. He rubbed his hands, very pleased. “Plus, dinner reservations for tonight. Your old folks are going to be living it up.”
“Wow, that’s very generous,” I said.
“She said it was to thank us for letting her stay at the house while she gets her career started,” Mom said.
“Honestly, the both of you have been such model children lately,” Dad said, “It makes me feel proud as a parent.”
“Make sure you thank your sister for us when she gets home,” Mom said.
“Oh, I will,” I said, “As often as possible.”
My parents went outside, got in Dad’s car, and drove off. I stared, stunned, at the door.
A few minutes later, Darcy’s car took my Dad’s spot in the driveway. She bounded up the front steps. I opened the door and let her in.
“Did they leave yet?” Darcy asked.
“They’re long gone,” I said.
My older sister came into the house and tossed her bag on the couch. She leaned in and gave me a kiss on the cheek.
“Don’t you look nice,” she said.
“Darcy, hang on,” I said.
My sister gave me a wary look, but she stayed next to me. Rested her hand on my shoulder.
“I know you did all this for us, and I appreciate it. And after seeing Sam and her brother this week, well, it definitely changed my outlook on some things,” I said.
Darcy nodded. “I’m glad,” she said.
“And while I want to move things forward with us, I’m not sure I’m ready. For that. I mean, I’m not saying I won’t be, but right now it still seems like a big change in our relationship and I don’t want to jump into it.
“Darcy you’re beautiful and sexy and amazing. And I’m not saying we shouldn’t do, you know, stuff. Not only for me, but for both of us. But the other thing, that’s a big step. I’m not saying never, I just want you to know that it’s probably not going to happen tonight. Or tomorrow. Maybe not for a while. If that’s OK?”
Darcy smiled at me and rubbed my head the way she always did when she thought I was being silly. “It’s fine, E.”
“I mean, if you want to call Mom and Dad back or…”
“The two things are unrelated. I’ve been planning to do that for them for a while. And you can take all the time you need,” Darcy said, “Our alone time is special to me, to us. We can do whatever you like. I’m sure you’re backed up from nearly a week of no release. I’m going to need, you know, some stuff, too. But that can be however, whenever we want. There’s no pressure.”
My sister walked into the kitchen, leaving me behind, dumbfounded. There was always pressure. Wasn’t there?
“I’m hungry,” Darcy said.
“You told me not to make dinner,” I said.
“We’ll order Chinese,” my sister said.
We had a small feast in the kitchen, after which Darcy went upstairs to get out of her work clothes. I went into the kitchen and washed the dishes.
When I was done, I heard my sister calling me from upstairs. I went up, but both our bedrooms were oddly empty.
“Down here,” Darcy said. I looked and saw a flicker of bare sister flesh through the opening to my parents’ master bedroom. Oh boy.
I slowly walked down the hallway. The door to the bedroom was open. Darcy was lying on my parents’ bed, awash in the bluish glow of their TV. She was wearing the cherry red teddy from our day at the mall. And nothing else.
My sister’s hair was up. Her fingernails painted the same red as her lingerie. Shining diamond studs in her ears. She’d put on a little makeup, pinking her cheeks and darkening her eyes. Darcy smiled at me and patted the other side of my parents’ bed.
“Keep me company,” she said.
I took off my shoes and climbed next to my sister. My heart pounded in my chest. My dick stretched out, hard, like it was trying to reach for my shins. My balls were already aching.
Darcy leaned over and kissed my cheek. She dragged her hand down my jaw line, keeping eye contact. She didn’t say anything.
The TV was showing some reality thing. For a moment, I thought my sister had put on porn, but that’s just the state of television these days. Even the chaste stuff looks dirty at a glance.
It didn’t matter what was on, I couldn’t stop glancing over at my sister in her bright red lingerie. Darcy noticed, too, and gave me a very warm smile.
“You lasted all week,” she said, proudly. “I don’t know how you managed. I barely made it, myself.”
“I wanted to wait for you,” I said, “You’re worth it.”
“Ethan, I know I said before that it wasn’t about you,” Darcy said, “But I’m glad it is you. I hope you know that.”
I nodded. Still staring at my sister’s chest. Watching her breasts rise and fall.
“You sure you didn’t like Sam’s little tits better?” Darcy asked, following my eyes.
“You must be joking,” I said.
Darcy rolled over and kissed me on the forehead. On the cheek. Then finally on the lips. The third time was no less weird than the first, but like a lot of things, I was getting used to it. My older sister pressed her lips to mine. She slipped her tongue into my mouth. We held each other tight and I felt something overwhelm my fear, my instinctual disgust, my raging desire. Love.
I loved my big sister. I knew it in my heart. But when I tried to break our kiss to tell her, Darcy pushed me down with her mouth and made sure I couldn’t stop kissing her. And then I very much didn’t want to stop, either.
Darcy was the one who broke it. She kissed down my neck and, tantalizingly, started undoing the buttons of my dress shirt. She pulled it off me and kissed my chest. I tried to return the favor, but Darcy shook her head at me.
She trailed wetly down my stomach, then undid my belt and pulled my pants down. I was naked in my parents’ bed, my cock sticking up so straight you could put a bulb at the top and prevent ships from crashing into shore. My sister, in sexy underwear, perched over me.
“You sure you didn’t like Dave’s little prick better?” I asked as my sister eyed my dick.
“Oh, fuck no,” Darcy said. She wrapped her lips around my cock and lightly sucked at it, just enough for a taste. Then she sat up on her haunches.
My sister slipped off the shoulders of her bright red teddy, strap by strap. Her gorgeous breasts popped into view, her dark red nipples sharp as I’d ever seen them. This time, I wouldn’t let my sister push me back. I leapt forward and kissed her, hard, grasping her breasts and squeezing them for all I was worth.
They felt so good in my hands, so full. The tips of her nipples scratched at my palms. Her ample tit flesh overflowed my grip. I hefted one up and put the nipple to my mouth. I kissed, then nibbled, and my sister squirmed. OK, so maybe nipple play was a turn-on for her after all.
I spent as much time as Darcy would let me making love to her perfect breasts. She hummed and held my head tight as I sucked, like cradling me, safe. I slipped my hand down her bare side and found the last of her lingerie pooled at her wide hips.
I pushed it down and Darcy lifted up to let me. The underwear I’d longed to see her in got tossed to the floor like it was worthless. Next to my naked sister, nothing was worth keeping.
Finally, the big moment. Not her ample breasts or her wanting pussy. I reached behind my sister’s head and pulled out the tie. Her light brown locks came down in perfect rivulets over her shoulders and chest.
I sat back and stared at my exposed sister. Taking her in. Her breathing was shallow. Her eyes flitted back and forth. Was Darcy nervous? I don’t think I’d ever seen my older sister anxious before. Not like this, anyway.