College Days Ch. 05College Days Ch. 05


Saturday. The day started out pretty normal, woke up in bed with Collette, her arms and legs tangled up in my own. I’d been having trouble getting to sleep the last couple of nights because all I could think about was how horny I was laying in bed next to my beautiful sister. Who, by the way, was wearing nothing but panties and one of my dress shirts. One of my legs was wedged between her calves, our bare skin touching. I woke up with a solid hard-on again, driving me crazy. I wanted Collette so bad I could taste it, smell it. I rolled onto my back, Collette close up to me with one hand on my stomach and her breath warming my neck. The clock read 7AM. Saturday morning, no alarm today. The sun was already fighting past the curtains, but it was still a nice twilight within the room.

I wasn’t sure whether Jen had noticed Collette and I were sleeping together. Jen spent three evenings in the last week at Tammy’s apartment, then arrived home last night well after midnight (I heard the doors opening and closing). She had told me earlier she didn’t have any Friday classes until the afternoon, so she was likely planning to sleep in. Unless she peeked her head into my room when she came into the house, or unless Collette had talked to her about it, Jen probably had no clue we had spent the last four nights in the same bed together.

I rolled back to my side, facing Collette. She adjusted with me, but was still breathing heavily, asleep. She moaned softly, but her eyes didn’t open. The hand, formerly on my stomach, now lay between us, and I nervously realized it was a mere inch or so from my raging erection. So what? It’s not like it hadn’t been pressed up hard against her while making out the last few nights, or bumped up against her while sleeping, right? Why would this be any different?

I put my free hand on her leg, which was still draped over my own. The dress-shirt had scrunched up on her during the night and my hand found her bare thigh. The skin was so warm and soft, inviting. I wasn’t really trying to make a move on her or anything, I was just… well, I was just fooling myself is what I guess I was doing. I let my hand drift slowly up her thigh and back down again. Smooth, perfectly toned. Here she was fast asleep and I was madly trying to hold back from ripping off her clothes and taking her right there. I wanted her so badly, to feel our naked skin pressed together, our lips locked in a slow, sensual kiss, my hands around her back, her soft, warm, wet flesh covering my…

Gotta snap out of it. We’d talked about this and decided to take things slowly, see what developed. There was still a lingering thought in the back of my mind that this was all crazy, she was my sister after all, and you just don’t have sex with your sister. I’d been working really hard lately at shutting that thought out of my head. I wasn’t very successful.

As I pondered all of this, or rather wantonly lusted after Collette as she lay there unaware – I realized I’d been moving my hand up and down her thigh without even thinking about it. I was now all the way up to her bare hip. Wait a minute, why is her hip bare? Isn’t she wearing any…? Nope. No panties after all. Just my shirt, which wasn’t covering anything below her belly button at this point.

Crazy thoughts, swirling around in my head. I should just get up and go take a shower and make coffee or something. Getting a little bolder, I let my hand slowly, softly, drift up her back under her nightgown. Perfectly innocent, right? I’m just doing what we’ve been doing all week, not going too far, it’s just her back after all, right? Collette’s breathing changed momentarily, but then went back to her normal sleeping pace. That was a little tense. But why was I worried about her waking up? I’m not doing anything different than before. I let my hand drift to her stomach.

Collette shifted. I felt her hand next to my hip. Her hand was now directly under my raging erect penis. Not touching, but her palm was up… all I’d have to do is just lean over just a little further and… no, have to stop thinking about this. This is not right. My hand drifted along her hip, up her back, around to her side. The curve of her breast under my hand was downright intoxicating. Just a little further…

Back to her stomach again, just below her breasts. Those breasts, those lovely, round, luscious, lickable… Was it the bed moving or did I just lean over a little bit? Her hand hadn’t moved, but was now just barely in reach of my cock, the material of my boxer shorts just brushing her fingers. I wanted it so badly.

Scenarios. What would happen if she woke up right now? Would I close my eyes, pretend to be asleep? Not very convincing considering my hand under her shirt… pretty sure that’s not an accident that happened in my sleep. What if she woke up and felt my cock in her hand? Would she be shocked? Would she get angry?

How is it that Jen, who had no thoughts of me as a boyfriend or lover when I arrived, had spent a day teaching me to Gaziantep Grup Escort have sex, and Collette, who was suggesting marriage in six years and actually initiated the first real kiss we shared, is wanting to take it so slowly and not sure she’s ready to go further with me yet? And if we’re not ready to go further, why does she pull me into her bed with her every night? Why does she kiss me so deep and run her hands through my hair? It seemed really backwards. Ok, so this whole thing was pretty screwed up to begin with.

Thinking better of the situation, I slowly pulled my hand back over her side and down her hip and thigh, while I leaned back away from her slightly so that she wouldn’t wake up with my penis in her hand. I’d broken out of the trance and was just grateful that she hadn’t woken up at the wrong time and ended up in an uncomfortable situation.

Instead, I leaned my head forward and kissed her on the forehead. She was so wonderful and sweet and soft, I was truly in love with Collette. She opened her eyes slowly, then a sweet morning smile came over her lovely lips.

“Good morning,” She said, “did you sleep well?”

Hmph. Sleep well, yeah, sure thing, I couldn’t take much more of this. “Yeah, you?” I lied.

“I slept wonderfully,” Collette cooed, “I can’t think of a better way to spend my nights than wrapped up in blankets with my favorite teddy bear…”. She leaned into me and gave me a tight hug, inadvertently pressing my erection into her stomach. “Oops,” She giggled, “Did I disturb something?”

I smiled back at her, my hand pulling the small of her back in closer to me. “No, nothing disturbing here. I wake up this way all the time, nothing new.”

“Well, it’s good to know you’re healthy,” she laughed, releasing her bear hug and stroking my chest with her free hand. “But be honest, are you getting any sleep these last few nights, or just lying awake and feeling horny?”

I was a bit taken about by her forward question, but, then again, this was Collette, I wouldn’t expect much less. “It’s been really nice sleeping here with you,” I said, “but I have to admit I haven’t been getting as much sleep as usual.”

“Well, I guess tonight we’ll just have to fix that, won’t we?” She said, not explaining at all. She quickly kissed me on the lips, got up and went to her shower without saying another word. I just lay there speechless, and horny. What did she mean by that?

I wished I could follow her to the shower the way I had done with Jen earlier in the week. Not worth thinking about now, I guess, not the right timing. I got up and went to my own shower to get clean and dressed.

Shower done. I dried off and put on a pair of cut-off jeans and a T-shirt, ran a comb through my hair then walked out of the room to go get some breakfast.

“Good morning!” I called to Jen as I came down the stairs. At first all I’d noticed was the top of her head poking out above the newspaper she had held up in front of her. But as she put down the paper to reply, I was surprised to see that she was actually topless, nothing up top except her glasses. The butterflies in my gut started to flutter.

“Hey, Mark, sleep well?” She asked nonchalantly, as if baring her breasts to me at the breakfast table was the most normal thing in the world. I did my best not to stare and went into the kitchen for my usual: coffee and bagel.

“Yeah,” I replied, so distracted by her that I was having trouble forming any thoughts beyond ‘wow’. The coffee was already made, so I poured a cup. Got milk from the fridge, added some of that. Started cutting a bagel in half so I could put it in the toaster.

“Are you o.k., Mark?” Jen asked, a hint of humor in her voice.

“Uh, yeah.” I said, not turning around, acting as though I was completely mesmerized by the highly complex task cutting a bagel in two. Things were feeling awful tight around my groin. “yeah, slept good.” I added awkwardly. I finally got the bagel cut in two somewhat uneven halves, pushed them into the toaster and pulled down the lever.

“Oh, o.k., you just seem a bit distracted.” I glanced back. Jen had pulled the paper back up in front of her, but that didn’t really help much as my view of her from the kitchen was at a much different angle than the stairs. Apparently she was bottomless as well. Unlike during our experience together last week, Jen was completely shaved between her legs. Figures, I thought, Jen was neat and tidy regarding just about everything, not surprising that she’d shave below the equator. Her lips were slightly puffy, but closed neatly together between Jen’s legs, which were slightly open, most likely on purpose. If I was distracted before, my mind was now quickly going completely numb. I forced myself to turn back to the task at hand.

In robotic fashion, I took a tub of cream cheese from the fridge and got a knife from the drawer. Nothing more to do but wait for the bagel to toast, I faced forward like a statue and concentrated as hard as I could on taking a sip of coffee, trying desperately to think of anything but my naked sister sitting at the breakfast table. Think of anything besides her smooth, slightly tan skin; or the way her nipples stood out proudly from her small breasts in the chill morning air; or the way it felt to have them in my hands, run my tongue along them, kiss her lips… For Pete’s sake, when will that stupid bagel pop up?

The seconds ticked away in slow motion as I continued to wait.

Jen had gone back to reading the paper.

Silence. Long, painful, unbearable silence.

Finally the toaster popped. I nearly hit the ceiling. Gathering what was left of my tattered senses, I picked the hot bagel out of the toaster and spread the cream cheese. Bagel goes on a napkin, cheese goes back in the fridge. The moment had come. I had nothing more to do in the kitchen. A normal person at this point would pick up the bagel and coffee and go sit down at the table, maybe ask for a section of the newspaper, talk about the weather or the latest news. I was frozen. My penis was rock hard. My mind was numb.

I couldn’t help but wonder why I felt this way. It’s not like I hadn’t seen Jen naked several times since I came to live here. It’s not like I hadn’t actually touched that body, held it close to me, explored every inch on that glorious day last weekend. What the heck was wrong with me? In love? Well sure I was in love, but why the butterfly episodes after a full week?

“Huh,” Jen grunted, “they found a dead giant squid off the coast of California.”

“Huh.” I repeated, I felt like swooning just at the sound of her voice. Sweet and refreshing like summer rain.

“I guess it has tentacles as thick as your leg.”

“Mmm-hmm.” Translation: I love you and I want to spend my life with you, but I love Collette, too, do you mind if we just live together like this forever? Have to get back to reality…

“Completely dead and stiff. Must have seen it’s sister naked at the breakfast table or something.” My stomach literally jumped in my gut, my cheeks were burning hot. Jen immediately burst with laughter.

“Uh, maybe so.” I laughed with her. I picked up the bagel and the cup of coffee and made my way over to the table. The ice was finally broken.

Jenny laughed and pulled the paper over herself, covering her naked body with the daily news. “Does this help?”

“I guess I’m just not used to seeing you buck naked at the table.” I smiled.

“Hey, remember our deal?” She smiled, “I can walk around the house naked, and you can stare all you like.” Jen lifted the newspaper and place it on the table, then spread her hands to either side, “Well here I am, naked as the day I was born, stare away!”

I was indeed staring at her breasts. I swallowed hard. “Yeah, I guess we did say that,” I laughed back at her, taking a bite of my bagel.

“So…” Jen said, evidently waiting for something.

“So… what?” I asked, managing to look up at her angelic face. Her eyes looked back at me, her lips puckered expectantly. “Oh, that!” I said. I stood up from the table and took a step toward her, then leaned over and took Jen’s cheeks in my hands, then placed a big kiss on her mouth. “Is that what you’re waiting for?”

“It’s about time, I went 10 whole minutes after you came down the stairs without a good morning kiss!” Jen teased, then continued, “And on my Birthday, no less!”

Birthday? Oh crap, I’d been so preoccupied with Jen’s naked body that I’d completely forgotten.

“My gosh! I almost forgot!” I said, “Happy birthday, sis.” Then, grinning a bit, “You should bend over so I can spank you!”

“I’m sure you’d like that, maybe we’ll save it for later, though!” Jen said. I sat back down and resumed eating my bagel.

Collette finally appeared walking down the stairs, breaking my concentration on Jen’s perfectly shaped breasts. “Good morning, sis!” She said as if nothing was unusual, “happy birthday, I see you’ve dressed appropriately!”

Collete was wearing a flower print sundress with spaghetti straps and no shoes, her hair was tied in a pony tail behind her head. She was exceptionally beautiful, as usual, but at least she was dressed. Holy smokes, I thought, I’m completely helpless around either of them. Time to man up and open a jar for someone or fix a drain…

“Thank you, sis!” Jen replied back to Collette, who poured herself a bowl of cereal and a cup of coffee before joining us at the table. I took a random section of the newspaper from the table and started reading any article that happened to be in front of my eyes as I continued eating.

“What kind of cake do you want?” Collette asked, picking up a spoonful that health-nut cereal she was addicted to.

“Hmmm… I don’t know…” Jen said slowly, then, touching my bicep, “I’m thinking maybe Mark here will make me that chocolate fudge cake he used to make… with the ganache frosting?”

I looked up, pleased that Jen was touching my arm, “Anything for the birthday girl,” I said, “Chocolate fudge cake with Ganache it is!”

We made some more minor plans for the day and finished up our breakfast. I never did get to the point of feeling totally comfortable about Jen sitting there naked, but I managed to ignore it long enough to eat and have a pleasant conversation. The urgent need to grab Jen and kiss her thoroughly was still there, but less intense.

Collette and I went into town to buy groceries and things for the party. We were out for a few hours, and then returned around 11:30 in the morning to start preparations for celebrating Jen’s birthday. Jen and Tammy were both out in the back sunning by the pool together. Of course, both of them were naked, just like the first day I arrived. I had a difficult time staying focused on baking a cake while Collette mixed margaritas from scratch… I kept glancing out the glass doors to the patio to look at the naked beauties in the back yard.

“Best keep your eyes on your task, buddy,” Collette joked, “you’re liable to screw up that cake if you don’t pay attention to what you’re doing.”

“Sorry,” I said, “it’s really hard to concentrate with all they eye candy through the window.” I went back to putting flour into the mixing bowl.

“Yeah, I can tell,” she laughed, grabbing the hand that I was about to dump flour into the bowl with, “you’re supposed to mix the wet ingredients before you put that in the bowl…”

“Oops! Sorry.”

I managed to get the cake mixed up correctly, then buttered and floured the pans. I was about to pour the batter into the pans when Collette came back over to me, fresh from having finished with the margarita mix she was making.

“Wait a minute,” she said, “I want a taste.” I dipped my finger in the bowl and put it in my mouth.

“Tastes pretty good,” I grinned mischievously, “now you know, so you won’t have to taste it! Think of all the extra calories I saved you from!”

“Yeah, right, move over!” She said, trying to get to the bowl. I grabbed it and ran through the kitchen, keeping it away from her. “Get back here, you terd!” She yelled.

I stuck my finger in the bowl and pulled out a big blob of batter, “o.k., come and get it,” I said.

Collette walked up to me and put her mouth on my finger, licking the batter off. “Mmm…” she moaned over my finger as she tasted the chocolate, “that’s really good.” That felt really good, I thought. I leaned in and kissed her. Our tongues intertwined for a moment with the chocolate batter, but we didn’t get very close because the mixing bowl was between us. Still, I relished the feeling of our mouths and tongues together.

“Okay, you little sneaker, let’s get that thing in the oven.”

I went back over to the pans and poured the batter, then placed them in the oven and set the timer. Collette put her margarita mix into the fridge, then came over and embraced me. “You are such a nerd,” she said, then kissed me, her hands around the back of my head pulling me closer. We stood there for a few minutes, kissing in the middle of the kitchen until the door opened. Jen and Tammy walked into the house wearing terry cloth robes.

“Hmmmm… and I thought the only thing baking in here was a cake!” Jen said sarcastically.

Collette broke our kiss, then puckered and smacked my lips three more times before releasing me and stepping back. I looked over at Jen and Tammy, both smiling at us, “Hey,” I said, “the cake’s in the oven, nothing to worry about.”

“O.k., well Tammy and I are going to go out shopping for a few hours, what time should we be back for dinner?” Jen asked.

“Why don’t you pick up some pizza while you’re out?” Collette said.

“That sounds good, we’ll be back by 6:30 or 7.” Jen and Tammy went upstairs to get dressed, then left the house.

“So,” Collette said after they had closed the door behind them, “cake’s in the oven and margaritas are ready for tonight. It’s only 1PM and we have four or five hours to kill. What do you want to do?”

Actually, I thought to myself, I want us to get naked and examine every inch of each other’s bodies with our tongues. Yeah, right. Like I’d ever actually say that. “I dunno, could catch a show, take a walk… actually,” I said, thinking of what would distract me from the obvious thing I wanted to do, “I wouldn’t mind going for a run, want to join me?” Figured it would take my mind off of all the… butterflies.

“Yeah, sure,” Collette replied, “like I’m going to keep up with you on a run, I think you might have me mistaken for Jen! You’ll have to do that on your own!”

“You could always come with me and ride your bike along side?” I said.

Collette gave in, “O.k., that will work, let me go upstairs and change into something more appropriate, first.”

Collette and I both went up the stairs, I let her go first, just so I could watch her walk up the stairs. I was hopeless. We went to our separate rooms, I traded my cutoffs for a pair of running shorts, then went down the stairs to put on my shoes. I pulled the cake out of the oven and set it to cool just before we left the house.

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