All Fun and Games

"Now you're pushing it." she chuckled. "But before you clumsily try to probe any further, yes, all the way."

Her eyebrows performed a mocking-dance while my imagination worked overtime. I couldn't quite define the feeling I had in my stomach in that moment. Was it the unpronounceable dessert revolting? Arousal? Or was it jealousy, after all? And, in case of the latter, of whom?

"So you are a lesbian?" I snapped back to our conversation.

"No."

"Then you have-"

"Also no," she intercepted my question.

"You don't even know what I was going to ask."

"I do, and the answer is no. I've never been intimate with a boy, if that chaste choice of words suits you."

"But doesn't that still make you..."

She groaned. "Dammit James, you're such a-! Okay, fine, I'll try to explain it to you."

She pointed at the bowl between us. "Have you ever eaten something like that before?"

"Uhm, no?"

"Then why do you now?"

"Because you ordered it."

"Oh, right. Poor example, my bad." She thought for a moment and her face lit up. "Okay, next try. Do you like Coke?"

She held up her glass demonstratively.

"Yeah," I said unsure.

"But you'd drink beer if it intrigued you, even if you had never drunk beer before?"

"I guess so."

"There you go!" she declared triumphantly.

"Yeah, I think I get it now. Roxy is Coke and I'm a beer."

I froze when I realized what I had just said. She was still smiling and I had no idea if she had caught the meaning of my words, but I decided to leave it at that. I was more than ready to get home by now, so I called for the waitress once more, paid up, and took my sister back to the car. She didn't say a word, but I could tell that my distressed state amused her. I opened the driver's door for her, not feeling up to the task myself, and settled on the passenger seat. I passed the time on our way home looking out of the window, not sure how to continue our conversation.

Back home she parked the car and we headed for the house. At the front door, she took my wrist to stop me, and her hand slid to my neck. She pulled herself up to me and give me a short, but tender kiss on the cheek.

"I had fun tonight," she said.

"Yeah, me too."

"It's good to have you back, you know?" Her big eyes sparkled at me from below.

"It's good being back, too." I patted her back. "I missed you."

She pulled me into a tight hug and I could feel her soft breasts on my chest. I gently pushed her away when I felt my loins rousing, and gave her a kiss on the forehead.

"Come on," I said. "Let's go inside. The neighbors are going to get funny ideas."

"I love you, big bro," she whispered and looked up to me.

"I know. I love you too."

I opened the door and was about to go inside, but my sister held me off.

"Um, we forgot our bags in the car."

What a way to kill the mood.

*****

When I woke up the next morning, well-rested and recovered, it was way darker than it was supposed to. A view from my window indicated that the forecast had been right. Dusky clouds were looming over the area and it was windy outside. I got dressed and headed downstairs for breakfast.

My sister was sitting on the couch with her legs pulled up, wearing glasses and a hoodie, eating cornflakes in front of the TV.

"Mornin'," she greeted me.

"A good morning to you, too."

"You've seen the weather?"

"I told you it would get bad,"

"Yeah, looks like shit."

I cringed at her choice of words, but refrained from lecturing her.

"Anyway, we should probably stay inside today," I said.

"I don't mind, as long as I can play games or watch TV."

"Not if it evolves into a thunderstorm."

"Come on, it's not gonna get that bad. A little rain, a little wind, same as always."

"Well, let's hope you're right."

I went to the kitchen to get myself a bowl of cornflakes, then sat beside her on the couch.

"What's playing?" I pointed my spoon at the screen.

"Dunno, some Sci-Fi crap."

"You don't have to watch TV, you know. You could as well sit at the kitchen table and read a book, or the newspaper, something like that."

"Yes, mom," she scoffed.

I kept my mouth shut and concentrated on the 'Sci-Fi crap' that was actually Stargate. Kids these days. After she was done eating, my sister put her bowl to the side and snuggled up to me and put my arm around her. An unusual behavior for her, but I had no reason to complain.

"Are you cold?" I asked.

"AC is on high."

"Hm, it really cooled off since yesterday. You want me to turn it down?"

"Nah, leave it. I like it that way."

We watched the show for a while and I absentmindedly rubbed her side, when I heard a familiar munching sound.

"Don't tell me you're eating that stuff again," I sighed.

"Why not? I'm hungry."

"You just had breakfast."

"But nothing sweet."

"Whatever, just make sure you leave some room for proper food."

"Don't be envious, James." She procured a Pocky and vaguely shook it in the direction of my face. "Here, have one."

"You're hopeless." I shook my head, but took it anyway.

"I know." She snuggled closer to me.

*****

To counter my sister's inadequate diet, I prepared something healthy for today—stuffed peppers. The weather, in the meantime, hadn't improved at all. The wind was driving rain through the streets and the occasional thunderclap from afar could be heard. I decided to close the shutters and garage the car, just in case. I also unplugged all damageable electrical equipment, not to the amusement of my sister, of course.

I was lying on my bed later that afternoon, listening to music via an MP3-player and casually flipping trough a book I was currently reading. I pulled out my earplugs when I saw my sister entering, a cranky look on her face.

"This sucks!" She flopped down on my office chair and put her bare feet on the bed. She had traded the glasses for contacts and her pants for shorts, but still had her ponytail.

"Believe me, it would suck much more if your XBox was fried."

"As if," she scoffed. "It never happened before, and it will sure as hell not happen now."

"It never happened before, because mom and dad always took proper precautions. Maybe it's a good time to resurrect your old Game Boy, hm?"

"Pff, I don't even know where it is. I don't even wanna know."

I continued reading and she pulled out a box of Pocky from her pocket and shoved one between her pouting lips.

"How about a foot massage?" She poked me with her toes.

"What, why?" I raised an eyebrow.

"Because I'm your sister and you love me? You said it yesterday, in case you didn't remember."

"And so did you, so what do I get?"

"Hmm, maybe you'll find out after you do me?" Again, poking.

"Urgh, fine."

I sat up cross-legged, put her feet in my lap and started kneading. My sister closed her eyes and leaned back in the chair, idly sucking the chocolate off the stick in her mouth. Intentional or not, she made a very sexy display of herself, and I fought the urge to bow down and lick her cute little toes. Or the urge to let my hands slide up over the smooth skin of her calves and to her creamy thighs, to pull her chair to me and heave her onto my lap, her face inches from mine, my mouth seeking the far end of her sweet treat, moving closer to her hot lips with every bite, until we finally...

A loud crack tore apart my reverie.

"Fuck, that was a close one," my sister gasped.

She pulled her feet from my grasp and went to look out the window. The rain had increased severely and was slashing against the glass in an unending torrent.

"See, that's why I took precaut-"

"Shit," she interrupted me. "The garden chairs! Mom will kill us if they are ruined."

She bolted through the door and down the stairs and I got up to follow her. She waited for me at the patio door and flipped up her hood.

"You'll get wet," I hinted.

"No, we'll get wet." She opened the door, grabbed my arm and dragged me outside.

We quickly hustled to the three wooden folding chairs arranged by the trampoline and I grabbed two, while my sister got the last one. The rain was merciless, and we were soaked through even before we arrived. We rushed to the garden shed and went inside just before hell broke loose.

The wind blew the door shut and hail started to pound on the shed's roof like gunfire. I put the chairs to the wall and switched on the light, the only source of illumination in the tiny room.

"I hate storms," she sulked and crossed her arms in front of her.

"Don't worry, it'll be over soon." I pried one of her hands free and took it in mine, rubbing my thumb over it.

A minute later, the barrage still hadn't subsided, and by the sound of it, it must have hailed stones the size of walnuts. And as if that hadn't been bad enough, suddenly the room went dark.

"Fuck. What now?" she moaned.

"Power outage, I guess."

"Great, now we're trapped and in the dark."

Another minute passed and the hailstorm was slowly wearing off, when I heard the faint sounds of munching through the noise.

"Are you eating again?" I hissed in disbelief.

"Yeah," she whispered.

"Now!?"

"What else to do. Want one?"

Instead of waiting for an answer, I felt her poke around my face, until she finally found her target. I accepted the treat and she carefully shoved it inside my mouth, until her finger was at my lips. Though this time, she didn't stop there, instead moving her digit, still wet from the rain, past my lips and into my warm mouth.

I was caught off guard by her boldness, but when I realized what she was up to, I began to softly circle my tongue around her finger, sucking on it gently. I could have sworn I heard a faint moan from her direction. I licked and sucked her finger, until she eventually pulled her hand away, and took a step back.

"I think it stopped," she said huskily. "We should probably get back inside."

"Yeah, we should do that."

I searched for the door, opened it, and we hurried back to the house through the waning rain.

"Damn, I'm all wet," she said ambiguously while I shut the patio door. "Wet and cold."

"We should change and have a cup of hot tea," I suggested, already stripping down to my boxer shorts.

"Better idea. How about a hot bath?"

"With the blackout, there'll only be enough warm water for one of us."

"So let's take a bath together."

A pleasant shudder ran over my back at her proposal, but something was still holding me back.

"There are no windows. It'll be dark in there," I tried to object.

"Great, you bring candles and make sure everything's okay, I take care of the bath." She ran off without leaving me any further chance to argue.

"At least try not to soak the carpet," I yelled after her, but the water was already running.

*****

I put on a jacket and went checking round the house for damage and infiltrating rain. Everything seemed to be in order, more or less. I secured two candles and a lighter from the kitchen and a towel from my room to wrap myself into, then headed for the bathroom. The door was slightly ajar, so I knocked before entering.

"Yeah, come in," my sister replied from inside.

The room was sparsely lit by a flashlight bottom-down on the counter and my sister was already in the water. She was hidden below the neck by ample amounts of foam and her underwear was piled on the floor.

"The house okay?" she asked.

"Um, yeah, everything's fine. I had to mop up some water in the garage and one of the shutters unhinged, but no major damage."

I flicked the light, but nothing happened.

"Still no power," I sighed.

I lit the candles and replaced the flashlight with them, my sister's eyes following me closely whenever I stole a glance at her. I turned around and let the towel drop—I had left the shorts in my room—and covered myself with my hands, somehow feeling rather bashful.

She pulled up her knees to make room for me, never taking her eyes off me, and I made a show of getting into the tub without her seeing anything inadequate. Which was pretty silly, of course, considering it was way to small to accommodate two people without them having a good amount of skin contact.

I wiggled my legs next to hers, causing her to raise her upper body from the water. In the soft candlelight, I could barely see the pink of her nipples through the foam, but that alone was enough to get my blood rushing southward. I quickly looked up and saw her smiling at me, her face red either from the warm water or...something else.

We found a reasonably comfortable position for both of us, and I settled to enjoy the heat from the water, as well as the heat from her body. She had closed her eyes and I seized the opportunity to ogle at her, watching her chest rise and fall with her breathing, dearly hoping for the tiny bubbles to vanish into nothingness one after another.

"Soo, James," she purred eventually, her eyes still closed. "What do you want?"

"I, um...what?"

"You gave me a foot massage, now it's your turn to make a wish."

I had no clue what made her think asking me such a question while we were in a tub together—stark naked at that—was in any way a good idea.

"I...I've no idea." I chuckled nervously.

"Nothing?" She opened her eyes and pulled her legs back and under her, slowly moving closer to me. "Nothing at all?"

Her voice was husky and she had a hunger in her eyes I had never seen—or noticed—before. Her gaze was locked to mine and I held my breath, unable to answer. She moved even closer, and electricity rushed through my body as her slick belly brushed against the tip of my hardness.

"Are you sure that there is absolutely nothing your little sister can do for you?" Her face was mere inches from mine.

"Well, maybe you-"

She cut me off up by pressing her tender lips onto mine. I opened my mouth to return the kiss, my concerns washed away by her brazen assault. She flung her arms around my neck and her tongue slipped into my mouth, greeted by mine, and we playfully introduced one another. My hands moved to her back and she molded into me, her belly softly grinding against my erection.

I moaned into her mouth and our tongues danced around each other, my one hand rubbed along her spine and up to her wet hair, my fingers grazing over her scalp. I felt her hard nipples pressing into my chest and my other hand moved down to her cheek, cupping it and pulling her against me to increase the friction between us.

Our humping and kissing grew increasingly passionate, and bath water spilled onto the floor in waves. The vigorous movement caused me to slide further down the tub and her lower body dangerously close to my swollen member. She broke our kiss and raised her head a little, looking me deep into the eyes, her bottom lip between her teeth. She lifted her hips and positioned herself over me. Even in the warm water I could feel the heat from her sex on the head of my hardness.

And then, without any warning, the lights went back on.

We were paralyzed, our eyes still locked, but unsure how to proceed. My sister slowly eased away from me, back into a sitting position, her cheeks visibly flushed. My gaze wandered down to her breasts, being on unobstructed—and well lit—display for the first time.

Two beautiful globes of softness, each maybe the size of a halved orange, sitting proud and perky on her chest, their creamy skin topped with the most adorable, pink nipples I had ever seen. I caught myself staring and looked back up, her face featuring a coy smile virtually unseen on her up to this date.

"Maybe you should go and...check the electric," she said meekly.

"Yes, I...I'd better do that."

I stood up, momentarily unaware of my own condition, and grabbed the towel. Only her widening eyes brought my attention to my rigid member, happily pointing in her direction. I jumped out of the tub and wrapped the towel around my waist, hiding not the fact, but at least the view from her entranced stare.

"Well, I'll be off then." I stumbled to the door backwards.

"You take care." She had pulled her knees to her chest, but appeared both relieved and amused.

I closed the door behind me and just stood there for a minute, trying to untangle my head. What the hell had just happened?

*****

I went to my room to put on some clothes, then 'checked the electric', which consisted mostly of resetting the clock on the stereo and making sure the fridge was working properly. After that was done, I wandered around the house aimlessly for a while, plugging the TV and other devices back in, until I finally crept back to my room. I shut the door and when I turned around, I was startled by my sister sitting on my bed.

"I wondered when you'd come back." She greeted me with a warm, but somewhat anxious smile.

"Damn, don't scare me like that," I scolded her without really being angry.

She had changed back into her usual outfit and I could hardly push back the thought that it hid way more than I would have liked to see.

"Look," she said. "I know you probably came here to brood over what just happened in the tub, and I just wanted to tell you, don't. Now come here."

She patted the bed beside her and I accepted the invitation. She pulled one knee up and turned to me, taking my hand in hers.

"I...I don't even know what I want to say, but I thought it would be best to take counteractive measures, before things get...funny between us."

"Counteractive measures? Have you been stealing my dictionary again?" My comment drew a chuckle from her.

"Seriously, James, if you're worried about anything, now's the time to tell me."

"No, no, I'm fine, I guess. Surprised, yes. Maybe even confused a little, but fine."

"Good. Very good." Her face brightened up and she caressed my hand.

"I mean, it had to come to that point eventually, hadn't it?"

"Oh, really?" She raised an eyebrow. "And why is that?"

"As if you wouldn't know. Being suggestive and teasing all the time, flirting shamelessly, embarrassing me at every opportunity, making my fantasy go bonkers..."

Her suppressed grin spoke volumes.

"...I've talked too much again, didn't I?"

"All the time." She hugged me, and pressed a kiss on my cheek.

Her weight forced me onto the bed and I dragged her with me. Soon, she was lying on top of me, her smile transformed into a heated stare, her lower lip trapped between her teeth. I put my hand on the back of her neck and pulled her to me, our lips eager to be reunited again.

Before long, we were again entwined in a hungry dance, probing, licking and sucking, drawing moans from each other. Her hands roamed through my hair, pulling gently, while mine stroked her back, my fingers pressing into the bare skin at the small of her back. Nothing stopped us this time, and had the room suddenly caught fire, I couldn't have cared less.

A giggle from her caused me to open my eyes eventually, and my sister broke our kiss.

"You're poking me again," she chuckled, her lips reddened from our endeavors.

"Yeah, sorry. He does that from time to time."

She scooted down my legs and sat up on my knees, carefully placing a hand on the bulge in my shorts.

"You...want me to take care of that?"

"What? No, no, it's alright. You don't have to, seriously."

"And if I wanted to?" she purred.

I swallowed hard and my view skipped between her hand and her face. She had a wicked, but sexy smile on her lips and her hand lightly squeezed me.

"Then...I wouldn't stop you, I guess."

She grabbed the hem of my shorts and slowly pulled them down. I raised my hip from the bed to aid her, until my manhood sprang free, angry and swollen with anticipation.

"Wow," she whispered as her fingertips brushed along my shaft.

I groaned and sunk my head into the mattress, longing for her touch to quench my burning desire.