College Days Ch. 02

"The pizza sure is good," I said, hungrily gulping down a slice of hawaiian, "don't you think so?" I asked Colette.

"Yeah, great," she replied, with a bit less enthusiasm. We were trying our damndest to act like nothing had happened, but it was stretching all of our imaginations just a bit.

"Want a soda, or a beer?" Jennifer asked as she got up from the table and walked toward the fridge.

"Yeah, I'll take a beer," I said.

"Me too," Colette agreed, "it would taste really good about now."

Jen came back to the table with three Coronas and a bottle opener. She popped all three of them open and passed them out.

"So, have any interesting projects going on in the lab this week?' Colette asked Jennifer, trying to guide us into a safe topic of conversation.

Jennifer ignored the question, set down her beer and looked at me, then at Colette, and then back and forth again. "So are you two going to tell me what went on up there, or are you just going to leave it all to my imagination?"

"Well..." I started, "you see..." I couldn't think of what exactly to say.

"Mark was a little, ah, upset." Colette chimed in clumsily.

"Mmm hmm?" Jen prompted.

"But we got it all cleared up." I offered, not very helpfully.

"I see." Jen said, obviously not convinced. She looked at Colette, "so you went up there to talk to him, and obviously made him feel better?" She grinned.

"Jen, it's not like that," Colette fired back, "don't make this out to be something bad."

"Oh, of course not," Jen mused, "Mark was upset, you went upstairs to talk with him, then you... made up." She chuckled, "hey, Mark, you were upset with me, too, weren't you? What gives, don't I get to make out... I mean, make up with you?" She could barely keep herself from cracking up. "Can't wait until the next time Colette pisses me off... I've been longing for those lips for years!"

"Jennifer Lynn, why do you have to be so crude?" Colette scolded, you could tell she was upset, she used Jen's middle name. "It wasn't like that at all. Well... not exactly, you just don't understand."

"No, you're right, I don't understand why you were locking lips with our brother. You hit the nail on the head with that one!"

"Jen, calm down, let me try to explain what happened." I said, "But first, I need you to stop making this into a big joke, because what I'm going to tell you is not a joke, and I don't want you making fun of me about it, okay?"

"O.k., Mark, I'm sorry, it's just a little too... strange to take seriously at first. I'll be good, I promise, tell me what happened." She stifled a chuckle, but I could tell she was calming down, and, knowing Jen like I do, I knew she would listen.

"Okay," I said, and then dove right in, "I didn't get upset because you guys were making jokes about penises and sausage pizza, that's no big deal and you know it, which is why I'm guessing you were a bit confused at my reaction when you made the joke. The truth is, and I'm very serious here, you two have been my sisters for as literally as long as I can remember, and I love you both more than anything in the world. As your brother, I feel responsible to respect you both and protect you. Yeah, I know that sounds all old-world and knight-in-shining-armor and all that, but it's true, you're family. So when we all went out back and got drunk, and then ended up getting naked together, it brought up some issues. You're my sisters, so I'm supposed to protect you, not desire you. But between the booze and the beautiful naked women, and the fact that I was a bit vulnerable since my sisters took off my shorts and got me naked too, I felt really conflicted. I felt really, well, horny. You are both very beautiful, very sexy women, and I was feeling very attracted to you, but at the same time, I felt guilty about it because you're also my sisters. When I left the pool and went back to my room, I didn't come back because I didn't want to do something I might regret later. Then I came out and you made that joke about sausage, and I guess it just struck a nerve, I got pissed off."

"I'm so sorry," Jen said, no longer joking, but concerned that she'd hurt me in some way.

"It's o.k., I forgive you, like I said, you didn't really do anything wrong. When Colette came upstairs to talk to me, she did her older sister thing and got me to spit out everything I just told you and... well, maybe Colette should take it from here." I sat back and took a deep breath.

"O.k, I'll finish," Colette said. "When Mark told me all of this, I felt really bad about the position we'd put him in, but I also felt... angry. I was angry because he shouldn't have to feel that way. I mean, come on, we're not blood related, so there's no legal or biological reason we couldn't, you know, hook up. It might seem like kind of an odd relationship, but it's not wrong in any way."

"You've got a point there," Jennifer agreed, "there's really nothing wrong with it."

"Exactly, and Mark here is would be a great catch for any girl! He's handsome, tall, muscular, intelligent, sensitive, and, more than anything, he loves us. I told him all this, then I made a deal with him: if neither of us is married by the time I'm 32, I'll meet him at the altar and start making fat happy babies."

"Well, what she actually said was 'beautiful, happy babies'," I added, "but you get the picture."

"When I'd thought it all the way through, I realized that I love Mark as much as he loves me. I don't think we've made any commitments yet, other than the 32 thing, but I just felt so close to him and so in love with him, so I kissed him. That's when you walked in."

"Cool!" Jen cheered, then turned to me "So does this mean I can walk around the house naked again without upsetting you?"

I must admit I was a bit shocked at Jen's reaction. It all sounded well and good up in my room, but I knew that other people wouldn't necessarily see it that way. "Well, I guess if you don't mind the fact that it will make me terribly horny and want to jump you, then I have no problem seeing naked women on a regular basis!" I said, laughing.

Jen scooted her chair close to mine and did her typical lean-on-my-arm thing again. "I'm so glad we're o.k. again, I hated to think that I made you so uncomfortable on your first day living with us."

"Me too." I said, giving her a light kiss on the top of the head.

The next morning I woke up slowly, late in the morning. I couldn't believe everything that had happened the day before, and in the light of a new day, was unsure of the resolution to the whole ordeal. Would I walk downstairs to find Jenny running around naked? Would I be able to deal with the constant sexual tension that would create in me? Would I end up in a long term relationship with Colette? Would we get married when she turned 32?

Brain overload. Have to simplify. I gotta pee.

I got up from bed in nothing but boxer shorts and noticed the light and fan were both on in the bathroom adjoining my room. I could also hear the sound of the shower. Jennifer was in the shower. Jennifer was naked behind that door. Crap. I have to pee. My mind wasn't really awake yet, and I was having trouble processing everything. I had a slight headache from all the drinking the day before, which wasn't helping matters any.

I have to pee. This was the one sure thing. I went downstairs since Jen was in the shower, then noticed a sign that Colette had obviously written and placed on the downstairs toilet – "Broken, don't use". Crap. I have to pee.

I went upstairs, Jen was still in the shower. I knocked on Colette's door, but there was no answer. I opened it and peeked inside. The bathroom door in her room was open, the light and fan were on, and, yep, you guessed it, she was in the shower, too. I went back to my room. Crap. I have to pee. It was getting rather urgent now, I needed an outlet. I knocked on the door and called out to Jen.

"Jen, I have to pee really bad, can I come in and use the toilet?" Please, please, please...

""Oh, hey Mark, no problem, I don't mind. Come on in." Thank God. I have to pee.

"Thank you so much," I said as I pulled down my shorts and started spraying a healthy stream into the toilet bowl, "The downstairs toilet is broken and Colette was in her shower as well. I thought I was going to wet myself!"

"It's o.k., Mark, I don't mind a bit. Think of it this way, if I'm willing to walk around the house naked in front of you, I certainly won't care if you walk into the bathroom while I'm in the shower."

"If you say so." I replied, then finished up my business and went to the sink to wash my hands. To my surprise, while I was washing up, Jen turned off the water, stepped out of the shower, grabbed a towel, and started drying herself off. This made me a bit nervous, where do I look? I stared down at my hands as the water ran over them, taking an awfully long time to wash my hands.

Jenny laughed. "It's o.k., Mark, I don't mind if you see me."

"Yeah, o.k.," I said, turning around to face her, "but what you don't seem to get is, I've got a body raging with hormones, and watching you run around naked all day doesn't exactly stem the flow." Holy cow, she was beautiful, drops of water gleaming in the bathroom lights on her tanned, tight skin. She was rubbing a towel in her hair as I was talking to her. I was intensely aware of the growing erection under my suddenly too-thin boxer shorts, "And then I just want to jump you or something, which I don't think you'd appreciate very much."

"Really?" she said, mischief all over her face, "I don't know, you never tried to 'jump' me before, maybe I'd like it..." This was killing me. I wanted so badly to reach out and touch a breast, kiss her mouth, run my fingers through her hair, and more.

"Jen, you shouldn't joke like that." I said, staring at the incredibly sexy curve of her hips.

"Who said I was joking," she smiled, then turned around toward the tub and bent over in front of me, putting her legs one at a time on the edge of the tub to dry them with the towel. She had the nicest cheeks I'd ever seen, and I could see her vaginal lips between her legs, dripping with water. It was driving me crazy. "You made up with Colette last night and gave her a kiss," she continued, "and you made up with me afterwards, but I never got my kiss..." She finished drying her legs and turned around, then wiped the towel between her legs and up her torso. It was all I could do to keep from scooping her up into my arms right there and dragging her off to my bed.

"Ah, I'm not sure that would be such a good idea," I said, dying to do it anyway, "don't you think Tammy would get upset about that?"

Jenny laughed, and I watched as her chest bounced slightly up and down, I was totally gone. "Tammy wouldn't care a bit, she has a boyfriend, you know."

"She does? I thought you two were an item?"

"Sure, when we're at her place or when we're in the house here, but out in public? She's got a boyfriend and I'm still fancy free. No, we're close friends, and we have some romantic trysts together here and there, but there's no exclusive commitment there. I can see other people, I can even kiss you..." She winked at me, bent forward with her legs together and hands on her thighs, making her small breasts look larger and closer together, and gave me a quirky smile, puckering her lips as if expecting a kiss.

I stood there, still staring at her incredible beauty, mesmerized. "Well," she said, "aren't you going to give me my kiss?"

"Jen, I..." I didn't know what to say.

"Come on," she continued, "just walk two steps forward and give me a kiss, I know you want to."

She was right about that, but I was really conflicted. The conversation last night was all well and good, but when put into practice, well, it was just a bit strange to have this proposition from my older sister.

"Come on, Mark, just two steps, and pucker..." She teased, "if you're too worried about it, I won't even slip you the tongue." She ran her tongue along her moist, pink lips.

In the end, I couldn't resist. Beautiful, available woman won out over older sister... I took a step forward, her eyebrows raised slightly, smiling at me... I took a second step. I was now within kissing range of her face. 'What the hell,' I thought, 'you only live once.' I reached a hand to her chin, and lifted her face toward mine, then slowly let my head drift down, and placed my lips against hers.

We stood there for a moment, in a strange pose with our lips together, not moving. I started to laugh, and she started to laugh with me. "I'm sorry," I said, pulling away, it's just too weird."

"That's o.k.," she said, staightening her frame, "I'll get more later, I'm sure." With that she winked at me, wrapped the towel around her lithe frame, and walked out the opposite door into her room. She didn't bother closing the door.

I closed the door behind her, locked it, and got into the shower. I couldn't believe the events of the last 24 hours and was trying to wrap my head around them. I washed up and dryed off and went into my room, unlocking the door to Jen's room before I left the bathroom. I threw on a pair of shorts and a t-shirt and went downstairs to get some coffee and some breakfast, hoping that things would just get normal for a few hours, (dare I ask for a whole day?) so I could get a grip on my new living situation.

Colette was in the kitchen, she'd already brewed a wonderful smelling pot of coffee and was busy pouring cereal into a bowl. Jen was sitting at the kitchen bar talking to her, and, thankfully, actually wearing clothes – a tight white tank top and a red pair of athletic shorts.

"Good morning," I said, walking into the kitchen and grabbing a bowl from the cupboard for some cereal. They both responded in kind. "It sure is nice to see you both up and around and dressed already!" I said, with stress on the word 'dressed'.

"Don't mind him, Colette, he's just upset he saw me naked in the bathroom this morning!" Jen smirked.

"Jenny, you should really be nicer to him, he's your only brother." Colette replied, sitting down at the table. I poured cereal and milk into my bowl, grabbed a cup of coffee and a spoon, and sat down facing Colette.

"I tried to be nice," Jen complained, "I even asked him for a kiss!"

"Oh my gosh, are you two going to be able to get along alright when I go into the office today? You're acting like children, get over it." Colette scolded.

"Oh, you're taking off?" I asked, ignoring her reprimand, "I thought you'd be home today, since it's Sunday."

"Sunday it may be, dear, but I still have to prepare a lecture for my class tomorrow morning, I didn't get it done last week 'cause I was busy setting up your room." She took a bit of cereal.

"Oh, well, I hope it didn't set you back too much," I said, feeling a little bit guilty, even though I had no reason to.

"No, not at all, I enjoyed doing it, knowing my favorite brother was coming to live with me." She said and smiled across the table.

"Well, thanks," I said, "How long will you be gone?"

"I don't know, maybe four or five hours, six tops. I have some papers to grade and have to read up on Shakespeare a bit." Her lovely green eyes were sparkling in the morning light. I couldn't help but remember the kiss we'd shared the day before, how wonderful it felt. I realized I had a serious crush on Colette.

"That's alright," Jen came over and sat between us at the table with a cup of coffee, "I'll make sure Marky here gets along o.k. without you. I thought we might even swim a few laps together if you're up for it, Mark."

"That would be great," I said, wondering if she'd be wearing a swimsuit in the pool, and, despite myself, hoping she wouldn't be. "I haven't been exercising much lately, I really need to start up again or I'll fall out of shape."

"Good," Colette said, getting up from the table before she was half done with her cereal. "I'm heading out, I'll be back in time for dinner. And I really wouldn't mind if one or both of you decided to make something... hint, hint."

"No problem," I said, "Jen and I can whip something up."

Colette grabbed her purse and a backpack and was out the door. Which just left Jen and I for the next, how many hours? 'I'm in trouble.' I thought.

The rest of breakfast went pretty smoothly. We finished our cereal and sat around drinking coffee and talking about old times and all the fun we used to have together when I was a small child. Once the pot of coffee started tasting stale, we realized we'd been talking for almost 2 hours, and really enjoying each others company.

"Gosh, Mark, I can't believe you're really here." Jen intimated during a break in the conversation, "I don't think we've spent this much time together since I was in high school. I'd almost forgotten how much I like you."

I blushed a little bit. "Yeah," I said, "It's been a long time since we pulled any pranks like we used to. We should think up something really good for Colette before she gets home, like making spaghetti and spiking it with hot sauce or something!"

"You're bad..." she said, drifting away from the conversation a little. "Hey, let's go out and swim, I need to become one with the pool and then get some sun on my fading tan..."

"O.k.," I said, "I'll go get my suit on and meet you out there."

She laughed a little, "Yeah, you do that."

I got up and changed into my swimshorts, a bit leary of her little laugh before I left. Would I walk out to the pool and see her swimming in the nude, or would she have that skin-tight speedo on again? Would she sunbathe in a speedo? I remembered that, having seen her naked two days in a row, she had no tanlines. I went down the stairs out to the pool.

I was relieved to see her in the pool with her speedo on, well, mostly relieved. Some part of me was a bit dissapointed to tell the truth, but at least it would make swimming laps a little easier since I'd be concentrating on swimming rather than watching her naked body in the water. Just thinking about it I started to get hard again. Down boy.

I walked out the glass doors and dumped my towel on a chair, then jumped into the pool alongside her. We didn't even speak, just started swimming from one end of the pool to the other, exercising at it's best. We worked out for about a half hour, which was all I could take, since I hadn't done this much swimming, well, ever. I was more of a runner, and all the upper body work was burning my muscles. So I swam to the side of the pool and just stood there watching Jenny for a while.

She was the picture of grace in the water. In another life she must have been a fish. She'd been on swimteam since junior high and all through college, she could probably have kept going for another hour, but she noticed me at the edge of the pool and swam over to me.

"Get worn out?" She asked.

"Yeah, I'm afraid I'm not as strong a swimmer as you are, Jen." Smiling.

"That's o.k., I've done enough." She stood up in the water, which reached to her upper chest, "So what do you think, Mark?"

"About?" I asked.

"About... my kiss?" She gave me that evil grin again. "I never really got my kiss, you know."

"Jen, why are you doing this?" I asked, getting a little exasperated, also getting a little horny.

"Because..." she said slowly, "because I like you... no... because I love you... and I think you and Colette were right, there's nothing wrong with kissing me, because we're not really blood relations. And because I think you're really cute." Those big brown eyes were beating me. "Geez, Mark, it's not like we've never kissed before..."

"Not that way," I said, "not in a romantic way." She took a step forward and closed the distance between us. I could feel my heart beating faster and faster. Deep in my stomach, those butterflies were coming out to play again, and I knew, at that moment, that I was going to give in. I knew I would kiss her, and I knew I would... what? 'My gosh,' I thought, 'I'd go as far as she'd let me...'