Though she would never let anyone in the family read them. Too embarrassed.
Mom was canning and making jams and working on crafts. She had her own workroom on the first floor. Nancy had always been into crafts. The pair of them had been making things since she was a kid. Making decorations, baking, canning. Nancy was as good a cook as our mother.
Renee, our nineteen-year-old sister, liked to spend her time on her phone on social media while sunbathing. She had gotten one hell of a tan over the last three weeks. She was out by the pool right now sunning herself.
“I can’t believe we did this,” I muttered as I drew up my boxers.
“Mmm, it was fun,” Nancy said. She headed for the door that led to the kitchen. “You should totally boink Renee. She wants you.”
“What?” I asked.
“Renee. She’s got a big crush on you.” Nancy paused at the door. “Mmm, imagine getting your dick in her. You two could be having a lot of fun. No reason you have to go stir crazy for pussy for the next month. I just needed a little itch scratch. Don’t expect me to be back any time soon. But Renee…”
Then she slipped through the door and closed it.
“Damn,” I muttered.
I stewed over that for a long time, shocked by it. Renee had a crush on me?
I found myself drifting to the back door of the garage. I opened it and spotted my younger sister lying on the chaise lounge, sunglasses on, her oiled, tan body gleaming. She wore a small, red bikini, her legs long and lithe. She had sandy-blonde hair, the closest to Mom in coloring. Dad had black hair, which Linda had inherited. Nancy and I were in between them with our brown. Renee’s round breasts looked delicious in her bikini, and her stomach flat and toned. She did exercises every morning, wanting to stay limber.
I slowly moved to her.
She turned her head at my approach. “Hey, Clancy. Bored working on that car.”
I shrugged. “Bored lying here.”
“Mmm, it’s relaxing.”
Did she really have a crush on me? She didn’t seem so. Was Nancy messing with me? She liked to do that. I could almost believe she had sex with me just to trick me into making a pass at Renee and embarrassing myself.
Almost.
“You look flushed,” she said. “Working hard in there?”
“Uh, yeah,” I said, staring at her body. God, she was sexy. How had I never really noticed before just how hot my sister was? Nancy’s words echoed through my mind. Could Renee and I have something? It wasn’t like I could just whip out my cock and say, “Want to fuck?”
Guys didn’t get away with that with girls. They weren’t wired the same.
Renee started playing with her phone. Not sure what to say, I drifted back to the garage to try to work on the car. But I couldn’t focus on anything. My mind was full of the wildest ideas imaginable. They consumed me.
Fuck.
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Three days later, Renee still filled my mind. Linda had finally re-emerged from her self-quarantine in her room—the stress of this damned disease had gotten to her. She seemed happier than I had ever seen her, bouncing about the house before she vanished upstairs with Dad to work in his office. Mom and Nancy then disappeared to work on crafts in the workshop.
Leaving Renee to go sunbathe and me to think about my nineteen-year-old sister’s nubile body. She wasn’t the baby of the family like Linda. Renee was the one that just got ignored. Left to do her own thing. The loner. The gril who rolled her eyes at any hint of family activity.
Nancy claimed Renee had a thing for me, but I had seen no sign of it. She just played on her phone and worked on her tan. Sometimes she’d swim in the pool, going back and forth, her legs kicking. She looked so sexy as I watched her through the garage window, my hand stroking up and down my cock.
Fucking Nancy had somehow made me hornier for pussy. For girls. Like I had almost gotten used to a monkish existence of masturbating again like I were a freshman all over again. Then she had given me a taste and I’d lost all self-control.
I wanted Renee.
Today, I watched her emerge for the start of her sunning ritual. She usually slept in until noon since classes had been canceled. Time had lost all importance without the routine of going to school. She sat down on the lounge, wearing her purple bikini today. She had a few different bathing suits. I swear, she must have ordered some new ones off of Amazon or something.
I opened the door to the garage. Nancy might have been fucking with me, but I had to make my move. I had to enjoy my little sister’s cunt. She stretched her back as I walked over. She heard my approach and glanced at me, her sunglasses making her expression unreadable.
“Hey, bro,” she said. Her legs stretched out. “How goes the car?”
“Slowly,” he said. “You need any help putting on your suntan lotion.” I just had to go for it. It was an innocent-enough offer. And yet it held the potential to be naughty.
She seemed to be eyeing me up. She bit her lower lip. Then a smile spread across them. She wore a glossy, pink lipstick. Her hands rubbed at her thighs. Then she grabbed the bottle and tossed it towards me.
“Sure,” she said. “Have at it.” She stretched out on her back.
I blinked at that. The front? God, maybe Nancy was right.
Renee breasts rose and fell, cupped in the small, purple triangles of her bikini. Did Mom know how skimpy her bathing suits had gotten? Was she too busy trying not to go crazy that she hadn’t noticed what Renee was wearing?
Maybe.
I sank down on the chaise lounge beside Renee’s and didn’t hesitate. I had put suntan oil on a girl before. Several girls. It was a great way to get them excited. Going to the pool or beach was always something I loved to do with a girl. They had the excuse to wear as little as possible, and I got to touch them to protect them from burning.
I started with her arms, massaging Renee. She just smiled as I did, looking relaxed. My fingers slid over her skin. I wasn’t completely sure that she wanted anything more from me. She might have thought this was innocent.
That her brother couldn’t be lusting for her. There was still the possibility Nancy was fucking with me. I glanced at the house, almost expecting to see her peering out the kitchen window or something.
Arm done, I boldly put my hands on her leg. I rubbed the oil into her skin. She purred as I did that then grabbed the bottle. She squirted the amber liquid on her stomach and smeared it over her abs and up towards her breasts.
I frowned at that.
“Mmm, you got a good touch,” Renee said. “I hear you give good massages. Least, that’s what a few girls say.”
“Oh?” I asked. “You talk about me with your friends.”
“We talk about a lot of guys,” she said. She smeared the oil around her breasts, massaging the protective liquid into those lush tits.
Damn, maybe I had misread this. I was hoping to do that last.
“Girls are always gossiping about you guys,” she said as I worked my lotion down her other leg, reaching over her to do it. I slid up towards her crotch, staring at that Lycra. I didn’t see any blonde curls peeking out. She must have it bare. I could see her cameltoe. “We know who have the small cocks, the big ones, and the ones that spurt off in five seconds. The guys that go down. Why do you think you get a lot of dates.”