Going Down Pt. 01

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My sister got an internship in the city and came to stay with me for the summer of her junior year of college. I was four years older and hadn’t seen her for months, and, when I had seen her, I hadn’t really paid attention. I was used to ignoring her. I wouldn’t even have considered housing her for the summer, but Mom and Dad twisted my arm and since my girlfriend had moved out last December, I had plenty of space in the two-bedroom townhouse I was locked into until at least September.

She showed up on a Sunday in June with a big duffle bag and the first thing I noticed was that she wasn’t wearing a bra under her sundress. I did my best not to do more than glance at her tits. They were pretty damn large to not be wearing a bra, though. She pushed her sunglasses up on her head and looked at me.

“Jacob,” she said. “Are you staring at my tits?”

I could have smacked her. “Christ, no,” I said. “Don’t be disgusting.”

“So, you think they’re disgusting?”

I caught the playful tone in her voice but I wasn’t into games. I took the duffle from her and carried it to what had been my study up until last week when I cleaned it out for her and moved in a futon. I tossed her bag onto the bed and turned around to find her practically standing on me. In her high heels, she came up to my nose. I nearly stepped on her.

“Excuse me,” she said, but didn’t move.

I managed to get around her and headed downstairs to work. I had my things set up on the kitchen table. I rolled up my sleeves and returned to looking up earnings reports and news articles on companies I might recommend to my clients as their investment manager. I’d just gotten promoted two months ago and was still catching up on everything I had to learn for my new position.

Halfway through an online review of an up-and-coming tech company, I realized Linda was in the kitchen staring at me. She was sitting on the counter eating an apple. Her long bare legs were crossed and her toes were playing with her sandals. She smiled.

“Why are you working on a Sunday?” she asked.

I smiled halfheartedly. “I work every day.”

“Well, that’s no fun,” she said.

“Not all of us can be English majors,” I said.

She crossed her arms. “English is just as valid a major as finance.”

“Uh-huh,” I said.

“Anyway, stop working for a while. I want to do something with you.”

I put van escort my pencil down and folded my hands in front of my computer.

“This isn’t going to work if you keep pestering me,” I said. “You’ll have to find somewhere else to live.”

“Shut up,” she said.

Had my baby sister just told me to shut up? I couldn’t believe it. I stared at her.

“It’s Sunday,” she continued. “If you want to work Monday through Friday, nine to five, that’s fine. But if you work outside those times, I will pester you.”

I snorted with indignation. “You’ve got to be shitting me. I work eight AM through ten PM every day. And, I still don’t get everything done.”

“You’re doing it wrong,” she said. “They don’t expect you to get everything done. In fact, the more you do, the more they’ll throw at you. You’ve got to go for less, not more.”

“That’s ridiculous,” I said. “I’ll fall behind and get fired.”

“Then, get another job. One that doesn’t expect so much.”

I picked up my pencil again and returned to my computer, giving her clear signals that I was going to ignore her now.

She dumped her apple core in the trash, came over to the table, and leaned on my workspace. She fondled her necklace and it served to call attention to the fact that I could see down her neckline. I quickly looked away.

“Jacob, look at me,” she said.

I moved my gaze back to her, doing my best to keep focused on her face. Her eyes were the blue of the delphinium weeds we had back home and I was struck by a random pang of nostalgia. She licked her lips.

“Let’s go get a case of beer and some movies, then come back and get drunk and binge watch stupid shit,” she said.

It took me a moment to recover from my reverie. “What?”

“You heard me,” she said.

“Look, Linda. I’m not a partier even when I’m with my friends. So, I’m certainly not going to start with my little sister.”

“How about cocktails?” she asked. “I could give you Sex on the Beach.”

My eyes widened involuntarily, then I remembered it was the name of a drink. It was only then that it occurred to me that she might be flirting with me. Seriously? My sister? I wiped the thought from my head. It just couldn’t be true.

“Go away,” I said. “Go unpack or something. Stop bothering me.”

She stood there, still bent over, for a couple of minutes while I studiously ignored van escort bayan her. Finally, she seemed to get the hint and disappeared upstairs. I breathed a sigh of relief.

* * *

That night, I was sound asleep, as usual, when something woke me up. My eyes flew open and I couldn’t see much in the darkness.


Linda’s whispered voice nearly gave me a heart attack. She was in my room, for some reason.

“Yeah?” I asked, trying to sound calm in spite of the pounding of my pulse.

“Can I sleep in your bed?”

I was completely floored. Was my sister seriously asking to sleep with me?

“Why?” It was all I could think to ask.

“I can’t sleep because the neighbors are playing their music too loud in my room,” she said.

I listened. I did hear a faint bass beat coming from the other side of the wall which, of course, would have been a lot louder in her room.

I was torn. On the one hand, she was my sister. Surely, sleeping in the same bed wasn’t a crime. On the other hand, she was acting weird. I was getting the distinct impression that she was flirting with me. It was crazy.

“Okay,” I heard myself say. What the fuck was I thinking?

The bed shifted as she slid underneath the covers beside me. It was a queen-sized bed, so technically there was plenty of space, but I felt her body heat emanating from the previously empty space beside me.

Then, I smelled peppermint. Maybe from her toothpaste? I didn’t know. The problem was, I was wild about peppermint. It was my favorite scent. And, she smelled like the chocolate-mint patties that I had loved so much when I was a boy. I inhaled deeply without really meaning to and the blood rushed to my groin. I desperately wanted to rearrange my growing cock but I was afraid if I moved, I’d give myself away.

“Jacob?” she whispered softly.

“Yeah?” I whispered back.

“Are you still awake?”


She turned onto her side and somehow got closer to me without obviously closing the distance between us. Her subtle peppermint-chocolate aroma was driving me completely crazy. I wondered if she knew I loved that scent. Was she arousing me on purpose?

I nearly exploded when her fingertips touched my bare arm.

“Are you naked?” she asked.

I was beside myself, torn between desire and disgust.

“I have my boxers on,” escort van I said, and my voice nearly broke as I uttered the words.

“I am,” she said.

For a moment, I didn’t know what she meant. Then, I realized that she meant she was naked. I swallowed heavily. Part of me wanted to jump out of bed, screaming. Instead, I lay there, as still and hard as a post.

She leaned over and kissed my shoulder. Her breath on my skin was like fire on parchment. I shivered with lust. What the hell was wrong with me?

Her hand moved from my arm across my belly and down my trail of torso hair, slowly seeking my engorged manhood. When her fingertips touched my cock, I had to hold my breath so I didn’t just cum all over her.

She did it all. First, she shifted around so her head was at crotch level and sucked on my dick until I was absolutely frenzied with lust. None of my girlfriends had ever agreed to suck my cock. It felt so good, I promised myself I’d only go with women who were into fellatio from now on.

I was right on the brink when she stopped. Before I could protest, she straddled me and guided my pulsating cock between her legs into her warm wetness. I gripped her buttocks fiercely as she slid over my cock, back and forth, giving me the best sex of my life.

She totally controlled the pace and drove me absolutely wild with ecstasy. She’d go fast and I’d come right up to the edge of orgasm, then she’d slow, forcing me to delay my release. I didn’t know how long she teased me like that, but by the time she let me cum, I was so desperate I would have given her anything she asked for and more. Finally, she brought me to climax, and I had the most powerful orgasm I’d ever had. My cock seemed to spasm forever and I must have filled her with twice the cum I was used to giving. I shuddered and shook violently and gripped her tightly to me.

When the throes of erotic bliss finally tapered off, she was lying on me with my cock still in her pussy, and I was clinging to her like a drowning man. Her head rested on my shoulder and I was surrounded with the scent of peppermint-chocolate. I was drowsy and loving, yet most of me was horrified. What had I done?

I realized that I’d just fucked my sister. Furthermore, I’d fucked my sister without a condom. My mind reeled. Good Lord, what if I’d gotten her pregnant? Mom and Dad would kill me. What if our baby was defective? I’d kill myself.

“I love you,” she said gently in the darkness, her lips next to my ear.

She was my sister, so the words popped out of my mouth before I could stop them.

“I love you, too,” I said.


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