“You really need to come outside!” his sister said, pulling back the drapes.
His eyes stung from the brilliant sunlight that Becca had just invited into the bedroom. Scrambling for his dropped joypad, Jack’s fingers found the pause button.
“Do you mind, I was in the middle of a boss fight.”
“Oh please, you have all night to play your stupid video games. But look at that day out there! We have to enjoy it while we can.”
“No thanks, not in the mood,” he said as he resumed his virtual battle. “Anyway, don’t you have a boyfriend to…hang with?”
He had to pause it again as her smooth, incessant legs appeared between him and the screen. Her stubborn hands rested on her hips.
“Chris is away for the weekend. Besides, I wanted to hang with you for a while. I mean this is our last proper summer vacation, Jack, and, well, how much longer can we do things like this?”
Jack averted his gaze away from her wobbling tits as she bent down in front of him – her cheeky attempt at making eye contact. Although no one else was in the house, she kept her voice low.
“Those ciders I stashed in the fridge this morning should be nice and cool by now. Most refreshing for a lazy walk in the countryside, don’t you think?”
With a raised eyebrow, Jack glanced at her boobs again before meeting her smile. Becca let out a raucous laugh and skipped towards the door.
“I’ll bag those drinks. See you outside in two minutes. Shit, Jack, open a window in here…place smells like…a boy’s room.”
***
On heading towards the back of their garden, Jack’s eyes struggled to adjust to the glaring sun. Becca had been right about the weather. The brightness was one thing, but the sheer heat in the air was a novel experience. ‘Guess summer is here,’ he thought. As he pushed through the thick foliage that marked the start of their trespassing, he was greeted by his drinking sibling.
“Glad you could finally make it. Were you doing your hair or something?”
Jack shot back a mocking face and reached out for a cool beverage. He would be made to wait, however, as Becca started to cross the golden field. Rising wheat stalks covered her white trainers and lower legs. Her fingers danced playfully over the spikey wheat heads as she moved.
“First you barge into my room and now you plan to dehydrate me?” Jack shouted.
With his words failing to slow her march, he plodded on and followed the girl in the pink tank top and blue, denim skirt. It was a pleasant departure away from her usual darker garb. Their path was one they’d forged many times before – it was another thing that Becca had a point on. With high school all over now, and the rest of their lives to get on with, how many more times would they be able to wander without worry through the endless carpet of fields.
Just like he knew they would, they were greeted by the gentle flow of the stream. Grassy and slight, it wasn’t as blue as the cloudless sky above. For such as small thing, it sure eroded down far. How long must it have taken to slice these fields apart? A hundred years? A thousand? All Jack knew was that it’d probably hurt like hell if you tumbled into it. The stream winded on for about a mile or so, all the way down towards some distant trees.
“I’ll take that drink now,” Jack said holding out his hand.
“What’s the magic word?”
“Let me think…umm…Is it give me a can or I’ll chuck you into the water?”
She pushed her tongue through thick, cider moistened lips and slapped a can into his waiting palm. The condensation felt nice on his skin. Her dark bangs and pony tail whipped savagely as she turned and continued her walk along the meandering stream. The tinny can made a satisfying ’tisk’ as it cracked opened. He remembered a time when he and his sister used to believe that fairies lived around here. But that was when they were young and childish. Still, Jack liked the idea that if he drank enough, perhaps he would see one. As his mouth drank the sweet liquid, his eyes drank in all the beautiful sights around him.
***
“Will you stop falling behind,” Becca said without slowing.
“What do you want from me? My boot laces came undone.”
Jack was thrown off his lace tying by the image of an inky butterfly. Her top now starting to catch on clammy skin, it was easy to see the new design on Becca’s lower back.
“Gotta say, day drinking is fun!” he said, standing up and crushing his second empty container.
It also had its drawbacks as his bladder signalled.
“I’ll catch up in a sec,” he said as he stood on top of the river bank.
“Wait! Give me your trash!” Becca yelled. “Don’t dump it in the stream!”
Piss was already in full flow as she came up beside him. He shifted slightly in a weak attempt to obscure her view. True to her persisting nature, she angled around further to watch his darting, yellow arc.
“I was planning on drinking that y’know?” Becca said.
“Don’t worry. I’m sure I’ll need to pee again. Hey! Eyes up here!”
She chuckled and play slapped his shoulder.
“The water, you inconsiderate asshole!”
“Water flows, Becca,” he said as she walked onwards. “It’ll be clean again by the time we get there.”
Jack shook himself dry and tucked his semi back into his shorts. He was confident in his prediction as the fading urine was swallowed up by the fast-moving water that rumbled over smoothed stones. Perspiration from their stroll in the sun had caused Becca’s butterfly to glisten. Jack decided he had to bring it up somehow. He quietly came up behind her and pushed his knuckle into her ink covered spine.
“Ouch! You prick!” Becca shouted. “Owe, fuck!”
Having being forced off her little path into the crop, the sharp wheat heads lashed out and further molested her unprotected flesh.
“What have we got here, Rebecca?” Jack said in his best headmaster’s voice.
Becca’s face went ruby as she crossed her hands behind her back.
“Can’t deny it now, sis. I honestly don’t care, but how are you gonna hide a fucking tramp stamp from dad?”
“Did you get a good look back there, pervert? When you were checking me out?
“Oh, no. You’re not turning this back on me.”
“It’s art, Jack. Don’t be so ignorant.”
“Try explaining that to our father. Let me know first, though. I’d love to be there when that happens.”
“It already DID happen. He’s cool with it. So, FUCK you!”
Becca picked up her pace as she opened another tin. On hearing genuine anger in her voice, Jack started to feel a little bad about his teasing. He rubbed sweat off his face with his forearm.
“Bec, wait up! I’m just messing around.”
***
Stopping abruptly in front of him, his chest bumped into her back. Undeterred, Becca kept her hand over her eyes as she tried to view something in the distance.
“Oh…Sorr-”
“Look. Way over there,” she said, pointing. “They’re tearing more trees down. Bastards!”
Jack studied the green and yellow sun kissed fields until he spotted the eyesore. Metallic machines not natural to this place. They were quite a distance from them, parked at the foot of some grassy hills.
“I didn’t know you were such an eco-warrior, sis.”
She pushed back in an attempt to nudge him. Her movement was much too slow to be seen as aggression. The denim skirt pressed snugly against him.
“I’m not…not really…but soon they’ll come for our special place.”
Jack placed a comforting hand on her shoulder. A good head and shoulders taller than Becca, she felt small as he curled his fingers. He couldn’t feel her bra strap because it wasn’t there.
“You said it yourself, it’s not like we’re gonna be able to keep coming back here anyway.” His eyes roamed her snowy neck as his hand slid down her bare arm. “But at least we have today.”
Becca gazed at the distant work vehicles in silence. The back of their hands now touching, her fingers intertwined his. They walked on together towards welcoming trees; and a promising darkness. Jack found it amusing when she practically jumped on him when a bumble bee decided to steal some of her drink. There could be no way she hadn’t felt it.
“And you wanted to stay cooked up in that smelly room. Admit it, I’m always right!” Becca said.
Walking together with the sun on their backs wasn’t so bad.
“Maybe,” Jack said, squeezing her hand.
***
Twigs crunched under their feet as they entered their wooden sanctuary. The water now darker beneath imposing trees, the trickling stream had opened up into a shallow pond.
“Give me another beer, woman,” Jack teased as he fell onto an old leather sofa.
“Remember dragging that thing up here. It took us the whole fucking weekend,” she said, joining him.
Jack snapped his fingers impatiently as he waited for cider.
“Enjoy it,” Becca said, pulling out two more. “It won’t be long until all this is eaten up by those greedy fucking machines.”
Aluminium vessels ’tisked’ and then clashed as they cheered. Foamy bubbles spilled over the top, dousing both leather and skin. Jack wondered if apples hung from any of the branches above. The names of the trees, he still didn’t know — Oak? Ash? A council of random tree species? His gaze turned from bark to Becca.
“I always loved it here,” she said. “It’s the one place that makes me feel like I’m the only person in the entire world.”
Feeling more relaxed from the alcohol induced buzz, Jack placed a hand just above her knee.
“What about me? Where am I in this fantasy?”
Their eyes met for the briefest of moments before Jack tasted more sweet cider. Not from his can, but from his sibling. Their lips squelched for a while before tongues invaded each other’s mouths.
Golden rays filtered lazily through the breeze blown leaves. Like some divine signal, spears of light illuminated Becca’s comely curves. The image was made all the better by her roaming hand. Jack gasped as she teasingly rubbed the crease in his shorts.
“Feels good to be alone? Doesn’t it?” she said.
He ran a gentle thumb down her face as she pulled at his fly. He made a soft gasp as skin touched skin – her fingers, his cock. Jack loved how forward his sister could be at times.
“You’ve been hard for me for a while now, haven’t you?” she said, pulling him free. “Wow…”
A slave to his surroundings, he tugged on her ponytail as they kissed. He didn’t mind too much as she withdrew her lips. Taking another swig, Becca tossed her drink aside before focusing on his cock. He moaned as she worked him. Becca’s hand ran delicately over his veiny monster. Switching between an array of loose and tight grips, fingertips glanced his balls. She smiled as she lowered her head. Her breath felt cool as she spoke.