Dented Ch. 01

I stepped into the hallway as quietly as I could. I intended to head into the kitchen to get some water but I stopped outside Jess's door. From inside I heard her groaning. Thinking she was having a nightmare and was about to burst into my room, I went to her door. It wasn't closed all the way but instead was just mostly closed. Slowly, I pushed the door open and peeked inside. I'm glad Dad kept the house well maintained because the door opened a few inches without a sound.

Her room was similar in size to mine but very differently decorated. On her nightstand was a large round clock, with the outer face ring constantly changing colors. As the kaleidoscope of colors shifted every couple of seconds, I could see Jess in her bed but she wasn't sleeping.

I watched, transfixed, as she used a plain, bullet style vibrator to pleasure herself. From my vantage point I couldn't see everything, but I could see enough. For a while she kept it raised, resting against her clit. She rolled her hips against it then raised up enough to help her ease it inside her. I couldn't see it slide into her but her moans were unmistakable.

Jess alternated between sliding it in and out of her and rubbing her clit with it. When she pulled it up I could see it glistening in the shifting colors. I knew I was pushing my luck but I couldn't look away. My patience was rewarded a minute later. She tensed up, arching her back, gasping as her orgasm overtook her. Her whole body shuddered and a soft moan escaped her lips as she came down.

I softly backed away and made my way back to my room. My thirst for water had been replaced with a burning need to take care of myself.

****

With the exception of my fantasies, the next few weeks passed in relative normalcy. I was a virile male and I could get a pretty good erection from looking at a Sears catalog, but few things seemed to get me as hard as fast as picturing Jess.

On those nights when she slept beside me I would look to see if she was wearing something that would permit another exposure. Much to my confused dismay she usually wore a t-shirt and flannel shorts. What she lacked in exposure she made up for in contact. Many mornings I would wake up feeling her curled up against me. Through the thin fabric of her shirt I could feel her breasts pressing against my side or back. I tried to sleep in when I could on those mornings.

One morning, as we lay there trying to fight oncoming day, Jess was curled against me. One arm was draped across my chest, the other was tucked under her pillow. Her slow, rhythmic breathing was warm against my neck, where she had nestled her head near my shoulder. I lay there, eyes closed, absentmindedly stroking her arm. Slowly, I realized that I really enjoyed how this felt. Not just the closeness of a pretty girl but the closeness of my sister. I sighed contentedly, causing her to stir.

I glanced over, and Jess' eyes opened and looked into mine.

"'Morning," I whispered.

"Hey," she said softly. "Do we have to get up?"

"Comfortable?" I asked.

"With you? Always."

"I feel the same," I said then regretfully added, "But we need to get moving."

"Nooooo," she protested, burying her face in my neck.

"Come on," I said, playing her game and pulling at her arm.

Jess responded by clutching me tighter, keeping me from sitting up. Without the leverage to sit up, I instead rolled to my side. My right arm, pinned between us, slipped under her and pulled her up and over onto me. When I rolled back she stayed atop me, her body draping mine. Her warmth and weight pressed against me and it was the most comfortable I'd felt in a long time.

Jess looked almost as surprised at her position as I was, then gave me a grin as she grabbed my wrists and pinned them beside my head.

"Gotcha right where I want ya," she leaned back, straddling my midsection and pushing most of her weight into her arms.

"Comfortable now?" I asked, grinning up at her.

"Even more so," she grinned back at me, wriggling her hips a little as she settled in.

The movement drew my attention down. Last night had been a little warm so she only wore a t-shirt and panties to bed. Our wrestling had caused her t-shirt to slide up, exposing the delicate cotton fabric. I suddenly was keenly aware of the warmth radiating from her center against my stomach, and I couldn't tear my eyes away.

After a few seconds, I looked back up at Jess who was looking at me intently. She was breathing heavier than normal and biting her lower lip slightly. Holding my gaze she slowly rocked her hips, grinding herself against me. The heat against me grew as she rocked against me. My erection grew, and her ass brushed the tip a couple of times as her rocking continued.

"Jess-" I started, but she quickly put her hand over my mouth. My arm now freed I reached up and cupped her face in my hand. A part of me told me to stop her, that she was going too far, but I couldn't. I felt her desire almost as keenly as I felt my own. She closed her eyes and leaned into my hand. A moment later, she leaned forward and touched her forehead to mine.

Without a word, she kissed me. It wasn't long kiss and our tongues never touched, but there was no mistaking this for a simple brother/sister kiss. She cupped my head in her hands and relaxed her body against mine for a moment. Then, just as quickly as she had started, Jess leapt up and hurried out the room.

I was left feeling very much like a cartoon character. My hand was still in the air cupping the empty space where her head had been. My lips were still pursed, kissing where lips had met mine. My erection had tented the sheets and my stomach still burned from the heat her body had put off.

Minutes later, after I had taken care of my problem I stepped into the hallway. Jess was leaving her room at the same time and we stopped short, looking at each other. Her face was flushed and I was suddenly aware that I probably looked very much the same after my own release.

"Jess-" I began but was stopped by her shaking her head. I wondered if I was ever going to get to finish a sentence again.

"No," she said softly. "Not right now. I need to figure this out."

SHE needed to figure this out?

Before I could say anything she hurried down the stairs, leaving me to wonder what in the hell happened and, more importantly, when would it happen again? Would things escalate or would we forget the whole thing? At some point there would be a turning point that would change everything. I barely had time to think about it as we had classes to get to, and we hadn't even had breakfast yet!

The turning point happened that same evening while I was showering. Given the events of that morning we had to rush to get to class so my normal morning shower wasn't possible. Mom and Dad had left that afternoon to Wall Street for a conference for the rest of the week. I figured that I was safe to take a nice, long, relaxing shower before bed.

I was wrong.

Half-way through I heard an urgent banging on the door. I barely had time to lift my head from the water stream when the door flew open and slammed against the back wall. Jessica ran in, her eyes wild and frantic. She looked around as if she wasn't sure where she was or where I was, then finally found me. She didn't seem to notice I was naked and still in the shower. Without any regard for the water, she threw herself into the shower and wrapped her arms around me.

I was grateful that the shower was an open concept design with no doors or curtains. She would've barreled through without any regard, possibly shattering the glass had there been any. Still, the floor wasn't designed for this kind of traction. My leg never did return to 100%, so I was already at a disadvantage for supporting her. With her momentum I was pushed against the wall, my feet slipped, and my bad leg crumpled underneath me. We fell to the floor with a wet THUD.

Jessica was back in her t-shirt and panties and was now getting thoroughly soaked. The water was hot, steaming up the mirror and window but Jessica was shivering against me.

"Jess? Jess?! What's wrong? What happened?"

"The mail..." she managed to get out.

"What? What came in the mail?" I wasn't able to get a response from her. She just lay against me, holding on to my arm. I knew I wasn't going to get any answers until she had calmed down. I also knew I was trapped where I was; I couldn't get up from this position without forcing her away and that wasn't something I was ready to do yet.

I held her close, telling her it was okay and that I was there and that she was safe. Once the initial shock wore off I was able to take stock of my situation. She was holding onto my arm, clutching it between her breasts. I couldn't help but notice them; the wet fabric of her shirt pulled tight across them. Her rapid, shallow breathing kept rubbing them against my wrist. My gaze traveled across her body and I couldn't help but look at her thighs. Her panties were nearly see-through at this point but she was curled up and her most private area was hidden from view. Still, my imagination was running wild. This, of course, caused a slight reaction from me.

If she noticed my erection growing against her she gave no indication. It took a few minutes until she had regained her senses. She sat up slowly, dragging my nearly asleep arm across one of her breasts in the process. Her nipple traced a line across my palm, and it felt like a live wire against my skin. I was glad I had limited motor control as I was sorely tempted to squeeze.

"Sorry," She said weekly. "It came in the mail."

"What did?"

"I.. I.." she stammered.

"Shhhh. It's okay," I reassured her. "Go get dried off. I'll check it out."

I helped her stand, grateful that we had enough hot water still. She lifted her head and I think that was the first time she noticed I was naked. I wasn't sure but I thought she lingered a little on my erection. She turned red, mumbled something that sounded like "sorry", and hurried out of the bathroom.

I dried off quickly then wrapped the towel around my waist and headed into the kitchen. Most of the mail usually wound up on the kitchen island, so it was a safe bet that's where I'd find whatever set her off. It wasn't hard to find. There were papers scattered all across the counter and floor. I reached down and scooped them up, flipping through them as I did.

Newspaper clippings. Notes. Manuscript pages. Photos of us throughout the years. And one letter from an author. Jesus. This idiot was trying to impress us with samples of his research, hoping this would convince us to work with him. Instead, it felt more like a stalker's practice run. All this did was bring back the memories we'd much rather forget. In Jessica's case, this wasn't just a memory; this was reliving it.

I gathered up all the papers and stuffed them back into the manila folder they came in. This could wait until the morning; Jessica couldn't.

I figured she would be in my room and, walking into it, I was right. She had changed into a dry shirt and was under the covers. She wasn't asleep; instead she was watching my every move. I was in a tricky situation. I was still wearing a towel but probably couldn't leave her again to change.

"Uh. Close your eyes for a minute," I told her. She hesitated at first, then closed them.

I turned around, grabbed some shorts, and attempted to keep the towel covering as much as I could as I quickly pulled them up.

"Jace, I'm sorry," She said softly as she rested her head on my shoulder after I laid down.

"It's okay Jess," I put my arm around her.

"You say that. You always say that."

"Because it's always true." I smiled at her. "Now let's get some sleep."

I tapped the lamp and turned it off. I lay on my back with my hands behind my head and stared up at the dark ceiling. The blue numbers from my clock dimly showed my ceiling fan spinning lazily overhead. Jessica's hand reached over and lay on my chest.

"Jace?" she asked me a few minutes later

"Yeah?"

"You won't leave me, will you?"

"Why would you think that?" I asked

She was silent for a moment, then, "I know I'm a mess."

"You're not a mess. You're my sister."

"Is that all?" her voice was breathy and shaky

"What do you mean?" My heart started racing as I thought of some of what had happened recently.

"Have you..." she hesitated, and I could feel her trembling. "Have you ever thought of me as something... anything... more?"

Recent events played out in my mind in rapid succession. Things I've seen, things I've thought. I knew I should feel ashamed of them but I didn't. They aroused me and pulled at my thoughts constantly. I swallowed hard before answering her.

"Yes," I admitted, barely a whisper. "Lately."

Any other words I might've said died in my throat as she leaned over and kissed me. Her touch was light, her lips barely brushing mine. I could feel the uncertainty in her and I knew she was waiting to see what I would do. I realized that whatever I did next would be a deciding moment. I was momentarily conflicted between what society had conditioned us to believe and what my heart was telling me. It only took me a heartbeat to figure out what I wanted to do. What I needed to do.

I reached up, wrapping my arms around my sister and pulled her closer. I pressed my lips to hers and kissed her back.

That was obviously the sign she had been waiting for. Her arms wrapped around my neck instantly and her mouth opened to slide her tongue into mine. All hesitation and uncertainty evaporated between us as our passion rose. She moaned slightly as our tongues danced across each other and our hands sought to pull the other even closer. I felt something wet drip onto my cheek and I pulled back, lookup up at her. In the dim light I could see her eyes glistening, tears slowly falling.

"What's wrong?" I asked, wiping the tears away.

"Nothing," she choked out. "Nothing's wrong. I'm just relieved that something finally feels right."

"You know, we probably shouldn't be doing this."

"Maybe," she nodded. "But I don't care."

Jess pressed her lips to mine again and fire coursed through me as we kissed. She moaned softly as I held her tight against me. Our tongues intertwined, and I wasn't sure how far she wanted to go. A part of me wanted to take her right then and there but I held it in check. My instincts were justified when she pulled back, breathing hard and looking somewhat dazed. Jess smiled at me, wiped her eyes, then rested her head on my shoulder.

"Are you okay?" I asked, struggling to get my hormones back under control.

"I am now," she looked up at me. "Can you hold me?"

I wrapped my arms around her.

"Tighter?" she requested, and I pulled her closer against me. She sighed, snuggling against me, "This. This is where I belong."

We lay there quietly as sleep slowly took over. As I drifted off to sleep, I barely felt Jess lightly kiss my shoulder.

"I love you," she whispered.

*****

I woke up slowly the next morning before the alarm went off. When I opened my eyes, I saw Jess sitting on the bed, looking at me. Between the two of us, she had always been the earlier riser. She met my gaze and smiled sweetly at me.

"Hey, you," I said.

"Hey back," she smiled at me.

"What are you doing?"

"Watching you sleep," she sighed and lay down beside me. "Show's over now."

"Doesn't sound like a very fun show. You should get your money back for those tickets."

"No way. It was wonderful."

She took my hand in hers and intertwined our fingers.

"You okay?" I asked.

"Yeah. Just wondering."

"Wondering what?"

"If I dreamed last night or if it was real." I could hear the worry in her voice. I could understand it. A lot of things happened at night that people tried to take back in the morning.

I rolled over and rolled Jess onto her back. Softly, I kissed her as she wrapped her arms around my neck. A few minutes later I pulled back and asked, "Does that answer your question?"

Her watery eyes sparkled as she beamed up at me. Giggling like a school-girl, she nodded then pulled me back down for another kiss. We lay there, making out for a while until my alarm went off.

"Well," I said, turning off the alarm, "Guess the real world is calling."

"It can leave a message," she said, pulling me back down for a few more kisses.

It was hard to concentrate in class that day. Jess and I shared all of our classes so she was a constant presence beside me. I found myself looking over at her more than once, and every time I did the rest of the world faded out of existence. She would catch me looking and just smile sweetly at me. A couple of times she'd give me a wink and I felt my stomach flutter like I was a middle school boy with a crush.

That evening we ordered pizza for dinner and finished what homework we had. As we worked I was reminded what a great team we made. There were things she understood better than me and vice versa. We complimented each other in many ways and more than once she had to bring me back to reality as my mind wandered to this morning.

Finally, our work finished, we cleaned up the kitchen before making our way into the living room. I sat on the sofa and reached for the remote but Jess took it out of my hands and flung it to the chair across the room.

"Nuh-uh," she said, shaking her head.

She stood up in front of me then sat in my lap, straddling my legs. She leaned into me, kissing and running her hands along my chest. Taking some initiative I slid my hands under her shirt and up her back. Breaking the kiss for only a moment she pulled her shirt up and off of her, leaving her only in her bra and pants. She rocked her hips against me, pressing her crotch against my erection.

"If I ask you a question will you be honest with me?" she finally asked.

"Of course," I answered.

"Last night, in the shower?"

"Uh huh?"

"Did I ... interrupt you?"

"Huh? It was just a shower. It's no big deal." I was a little lost at where she was going with this.

"No. Did I come in while you were, you know... with yourself?"

"Oh? Oh!" She thought I was jerking off? "Oh no! I wasn't doing that, Jess. Why would you think that?"

"Well, you were... you know... hard." she was grinning from ear to ear.

"Uh. Ummm. Well... You see..." I just stammered.

"Really? So you're saying I made you that way?" she said, giggling a little as she figured out my unspoken thoughts.

"Hush you. It's not my fault."

"So it's my fault?" she teased.

"...Maybe."

"So... what made you that way then?" she started gently sliding her hand up and down my chest.

"Since we're being honest? You weren't wearing a bra, and the water made gave me a very up close wet t-shirt contest."

"You liked that, hmmm?" She leaned back, reaching behind her. "What about now?"

With a grace and ease that only women have, she unhooked her bra and let it fall between us. She sat on me, bold enough to be completely topless yet shy enough to blush doing it.

"I know they're not big boobs that guys like-"

My hands sliding up her sides cut her words off. Gently, I cupped each breast in my hands, massaging them and lightly pulling on the nipples. She sighed and moaned as I did, putting her hands on top my mine.

"They're perfect," I whispered.

We sat in our living room making out like teenagers. Our hands caressed each other's chests as our tongues danced around each other. As my erection pressed against her she ground herself against it, driving both of our passions up. Soon we were pawing at each other, each wanting to get closer. Finally, Jess stood up and took my hand.

"Come on." she pulled me up and, gathering her clothes, quickly turned off the lights and made her way to my bedroom. I followed quickly behind, not wanting to waste a second.