They were right of course. I would always choose Jessica over some fling. Today was just another page in the novel that was Jessica’s anxiety.
I helped her stand gave her a quick hug.
“You okay?” I asked.
“Mmmhmm.” She answered, not looking me in the eyes. She was fully aware of what had been going on behind the door. It didn’t help that I was wearing only my boxer shorts and the room smelled heavily of sex.
“Okay then.” I smiled at her and started to pull away. She held onto my arm tightly. Today was obviously a bad day for her. “Jess, I really need to get some clothes on.”
“I know,” She said absently, finally letting me up. She followed me into my room when I walked in.
The rest of my clothes were in a pile beside the bed. Once inside, she calmed down even more, slowly returning to her usual self. With another deep breath, she sat on the bed and turned to me.
“Listen, I really am sorry Jace,” She said, smiling warily up at me, “I just couldn’t control it this time.”
“Jess, it’s okay. Really.” This wasn’t the first time it had happened.
“Thanks for saying that, but I know it’s gotta be hard for you.” She stopped short, only then realizing the pun.
“Hehe,” I laughed. “Not anymore it’s not.”
“Eww!” she laughed as she scooted away from me and further up the bed. “What the-?”
Jess reached under the sheets and pulled something out. The condom I had been wearing.
“Oh my God!” she said, throwing it across the room. “Gross! Seriously, Jace?”
“What?!” I got defensive, “I didn’t know where it was. At least it wasn’t full.”
“Gaaaahhh!” she exclaimed, wiping her hands on her shirt. “I need to wash my hands! I got skank-juice on me!”
Laughing at her turn of phrase, I pointed to the Jack-and-Jill style bathroom we shared, “By all means.”
She walked past me and wiped her hand on my head, “Well, at least you’re being smart about it, even if your choice in girlfriends contradicts it.”
When she wasn’t having an attack she could be a real smart-ass.
****
Jessica and I didn’t really discuss what happened today with mom and dad. We just said it was a usual day. We didn’t hide the fact that she had an attack; we just glossed over what I was doing at the time. We had dinner as usual, figuring out our plans for the weekend. As usual, nothing much.
We watched TV and finished some classwork. Mom and dad talked to us both about what was going on in the company, keeping us up to date while at the same time grooming us to come in and take over when we were finished with college. A few hours later and everyone was tired and ready for bed.
I walked Jess to her room and stood there while she went inside and slowly closed the door. Our rooms were at the end of the hall, across from one another’s. I slipped inside my room and shut the door. After a quick shower, I quickly climbed into bed; I was still aching a little from not cumming earlier and needed to take care of myself.
I had just started when I heard a small knock on my door. I covered up quickly as Jessica stepped in slowly. She didn’t say anything, but I could see her relief when she saw me. There was a 50/50 chance what would happen next. She would either go back to her room or climb into bed beside me. The way my luck was going, she would sleep here tonight. A moment later my bad luck was proven; she scampered across the room and into the bed beside me. Figures, I thought.
As I lay there trying to get my erection to subside, I heard the deep, rhythmic sound of her sleeping. I lay there trying to think of anything else, but my mind kept wandering back to sexual thoughts. My cock stood at full mast and the need to cum grew more and more each second. She rolled over in her sleep, putting her back to me.
Fuck it, I thought. I needed to finish this. I knew I couldn’t go to the bathroom. Leaving the bed could wake her up and I didn’t want to deal with those questions if didn’t have to. My hand slid under my shorts and I began stroking myself slowly but deliberately. Just the first few strokes were enough to provide relief and I knew I was not going to last long at all.
My thoughts turned towards this afternoon and my coitus interruptus. As I relived the scene and expanded on it, my thoughts wandered all over the place. Sometimes I thought of my girlfriend (now ex), other times I thought of other girls I knew. I was surprised when one of the girls I imagined riding on top of me morphed into Jessica. My own sister! I’m not sure if it was the taboo nature of the fantasy or if it was just time, but moments later I felt my release building.
I pulled the sheets down and moved my bath towel to cover my chest. I was surprisingly quiet as I came, waves of pleasure pulsing from my dick as my pent up cum shot out. Taking a deep breath to steady myself, I cleaned up a few dribbles of cum with the towel and pushed it to the floor. A minute later I was fast asleep.
****
I woke up the next morning with a burning need to pee. As I tried to sit up I found a weight across my chest. Slowly coming to, I looked down and found a slender arm draped across me. Jessica had curled up against me in the middle of the night and used me as a body pillow. Her face, hidden by most of her brown hair, was turned down in the small crevice between the pillows. I was a man torn between wanting to let her sleep peacefully and my screaming bladder.
Bladder almost always wins. As I tried to move her arm she instinctively tightened it and pulled tighter against me. Crap! Still, maybe I could torque out of this. Slowly I rolled towards her so that her arm was across my side instead of my chest. I was about to make like Houdini and escape when I looked down. In my rolling and maneuvering I had accidentally pulled her already loose tank-top aside.
Due to the intensity and suddenness of her attacks the two of us had seen each other in various states of undress over the years. Though thinking back I can honestly say it was mostly her bursting in while I was showering or changing. As we got older those times grew less and less, something I was grateful for as a pubescent boy. So while I had seen her naked breasts a few times I couldn’t remember ever seeing them this close or for this long.
Nor had I ever had a chance to study them with such intensity. They were small, barely protruding mounds. My hand could easily surround one. Her nipple wasn’t hard at the moment. It was soft and barely sticking out, surrounded by the pale tan areola. I could see a couple of small bumps around it, like braille begging to be read. I don’t know why I was so entranced; she was my sister after all. As I stared I felt something stirring inside me. A desire that slowly outweighed my bladder’s. Within a few moments, I could feel a tightness in my shorts as my cock began to swell and expand. I’m not “porn-star” endowed but I’ve never had any complaints in that department. In a few seconds she would feel it as well and I really didn’t want to have to try to explain that this morning.
I had no choice but to pull away. I started to slip out from underneath her. Unfortunately, it was that motion which woke her up. She stirred, stretching and yawning which pushed her naked breast closer to me. It also pressed her pelvis against mine and I was no longer able to hide my erection. If she noticed it, however, she made no comment or indication.
“mmmm. ‘morning,” She said in a sleepy tone.
“morning” I replied softly
“Time to get up already?”
“I guess. It’s Saturday. But I really, really need to pee.”
“So go,” she said dismissively, “I’m not stopping you.”
Rolling my eyes, I quickly disentangled from her arm and made a beeline for the bathroom. I stole one last look back before I went in. Jessica was still lying there, basking in that state between dreaming and awake. Her top had repositioned itself to cover her properly, though I wasn’t sure if she had done it or it happened on its own. I slipped into the bathroom and managed to relieve myself. It took a few moments for my erection to subside and the threat of her knocking on the door did little to help. I stepped back into my room at the same moment she was leaving, gently closing the door behind her.
“What the fuck is going on with you?” I whispered to myself.
****
A few nights later I woke up with a start and a fierce cramp in my leg. The muscles in my damaged calf were screaming at me to wake up. I reached down and tried to massage the cramp out but my leg was having none of it. Finally, I stood and started to hobble around. Experience has taught me that for my leg sometimes walking on it was the only remedy.
The clock told me I’d only been asleep a couple of hours but the house was dark. I limped around the room for a bit as the muscles started to relax. After a few minutes the cramps subsided and a rush of relief flooded my leg.