“Morning to you too,” I said. “How did the party go?”
“Oh you know,” she said. “Pillow fights, bouncing on the bed, the basic teenage stereotypes. We didn’t keep you up?”
“I was up for awhile,” I said with a grin, “But I slept like the dead.”
She looked at me for a moment, head slightly tilted, trying to figure out if anything I said had a double meaning. And then she shook her head and went to sit at the table, one gorgeous leg crossed over the other.
“Coffee?” she asked.
“We’ve even got Nescafe Blend 43,” I replied. She winced, but nodded resignedly.
“Beggars can’t be choosers.”
“I’ll run out later and get proper coffee for everyone,” I promised. Her eyes lit up. I brought her a glass of orange juice while the kettle boiled. Her smile woke me up even more. I saw her gaze catch on my chest and stomach as I turned away again. She stood up. Wandered into the lounge. I heard tentative plinks from the piano. And then she started to pick out some simple melodies.
I brought her coffee and questioned her with a glance downwards as to whether I could join her. She nodded and I sat down. I started to play a baseline while she continued to play the melody. Our arms touched with every movement and her hip was pressed against mine. I glanced down and saw that her t-shirt had ridden up as she sat down and now only barely covered her. If she’d glanced down, she would have noticed a clear bulge in my boxer shorts. She caught my eye and smiled, picking up the pace on her tune. I changed tempo to match her. She pressed her leg against mine and this time she did glance down. Her smile when she caught my eyes again was that familiar impish grin that had me so infatuated. I felt her leg move and took another glance downwards. She was shifting back and forward on the piano stool, slowly working her t-shirt higher up her body. A tuft of hair was visible between her legs. My cock strained inside my boxers, and I figured – well, if she can do it, so can I.
With both hands on the piano, I started to shift my hips, and my cockhead dragged along the cotton of my boxers, working slowly towards the button fly, which never really held anything in. Catherine gasped, and her melody struck an off note as she saw the purple head peak out above the button. Precum glistened at the tip – I was so incredibly horny. She wriggled forward again.
“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” growled Ella, storming through from the kitchen. We both stopped playing and I quickly turned away from her to readjust my boxers. Catherine swivelled off the stool and stood, grabbing her coffee.
“Just a bit of piano practise,” she said. The pinkness of her face could be explained away by the heat, but Ella looked suspicious.
“Don’t drink that shit,” Ella said, pointing at the coffee, “I’ll go get us some real stuff.”
“Don’t worry, Sis,” I said, standing up, still facing away from her. “I’ll get them. Write a list while I get some pants on.”
“Maybe you should come into the house wearing pants next time,” grumbled my sister. Don’t get me wrong, I usually loved her dearly, but this ‘hands off my friends’ lark was getting to me.
“I could be wandering around naked, so this is a step up.” I winked at Catherine and headed out to the van to grab my keys and some pants.
***
I stayed away until the evening when I was graciously invited to join them for dinner. The four girls had been out shopping and had plans to spend the evening modelling clothes for each other. I was obviously not invited to this session either.
Feeling decidedly grumpy, I headed back out to my van, stripped down to my boxers and lay down to watch TV. I fell asleep almost immediately.
The door to the caravan opening woke me, but not enough that I bothered to move. I was lying on my back and I think I may have been dreaming about Catherine because my cock was as hard as a rock and jutting upwards inside my boxers. I let my eyes slip open just a crack – not enough to give the game away but enough to see who was coming in.
It was Marnie. She opened the door carefully and then stuck her head in, checking my face to see if I was awake. And then her mouth opened as she saw the pole flying at full mast. She stared for a good moment, and then looked quickly back over her shoulder. She gestured to someone behind her and after a moment April stuck her head around the door. Marnie pointed. April gasped. The two of them backed out of the van and closed the door most of the way. I heard them giggling and whispering.
“Oh my God. That is impressive!”
“Quite a tool to come out of that tool.”
“Come on, he’s not that bad. He gives us weed.”
“He gives you weed. He called me a weed.”
“But not for ages. Anyway, he’s asleep now. I came here to find his stash, but maybe we can find something else to puff on.”
“You can’t be serious. It’s Ella’s brother!”
“Who cares? Her and Cath are asleep. It’s a very hard cock is what it is, and after you guys stood me up last night, I really need to get off.”
“Did you really want to?”
“I mean, only if you wanted to, but no, I was joking. Kind of. But I really want this.”
“So what, you’re just going to go in there and jump on?”
“I mean, I might have a nibble first, but yeah, that’s the plan.”
My cock was throbbing. Please let this happen, I prayed. I will stop copying PlayStation games from the video store. I will mow the lawns without being asked. Just let me have this.
“You’re crazy. What if he says no?”
“He won’t. I saw him watching us last night.”
“He what??”
“Shhh. I’m sure he had a good wank. Well, now it’s time for us to have a turn.”