Mike and Sunday

"Boring for the most part, but I saw Barry," she answered. She went on to tell him about the incident with their brother.

"What an asshole. Is he home?" Mike asked.

"No, he's probably passed out with spider-lady in some cave somewhere," she replied. Mike laughed.

"At least we know he's not gay," he said.

Sunday rolled over onto her side so that she could look Mike in the eyes.

"How come you're so nice and he's so mean?" she asked.

"I'm not all that nice. I have no idea why he acts the way that he does. Maybe he ate paint chips or huffed gasoline or something when he was a kid. You're the nice one, I would have never paid for his shit. If he does it again, you ought to just call the cops," Mike suggested.

"Well, you're nice to me," Sunday said, smiling. Her hand found Mike's and squeezed it tight. Mike smiled back.

"I have a thing for pretty girls."

"You shouldn't say things like that, Mike," she said softly.

"If I didn't think you're pretty, then I wouldn't say it. I mean it," he said.

"Do you want to stay and watch TV with me?"

"Sure."

*****

At some point both Mike and his sister fell asleep in front of her TV. Sunday awoke once to him sleeping beside her. She took time to admire her slumbering brother before sleep once again took her. He wasn't tall like Barry, more average in height. She and Mike shared a lot of similar facial features and the same hair color, but she thought that he wore it much better. She snuggled as close to him as she dared without waking him up and closed her eyes.

Mike woke up the next morning with the sun just starting to shine brightly in through his sister's windows. He was amused to find her head on his chest and her arm around him. He really did think that she was a pretty girl, and it felt good to have the warm softness of her body pressed against him. It would have been nice to kiss her; he wondered if her lips would taste as good as they looked. Probably not proper, but still he had a yearning to do it.

Although it pained him, Mike had to get up and use the bathroom. He didn't really want his mother or father to peek in and see him sleeping in the same bed as his sister, either. The problem was that Sunday had him basically pinned down. He would have to wake her up, but first he adjusted his morning erection that he was sporting so that she wouldn't have that right in front of her face when she opened her eyes.

"Sunday. Sunday, I have to get up," he said, rubbing her shoulder. She blinked her eyes open, slightly embarrassed with the position that she was in. She must have just about crawled on top of him during her sleep. She rolled off of him and rubbed her eyes.

"I'm sorry, Mike, I didn't mean to sleep on you," she apologized.

"It's all right. You're allowed to cuddle with me if you want, I liked it," he said, getting to his feet.

When Mike got up, his erection became immediately became apparent under the soft fabric of his pajama pants. Sunday noted it with wide eyes. It certainly did seem like he liked it. He left the room without saying anything more.

By the time Sunday got down to the kitchen quite a while later, Mike and her parents were seated and having breakfast. Her mother usually fixed them something nice on Sunday mornings when she wasn't too tired. That morning, she had the traditional bacon and eggs. She took a seat and joined them.

"Have either of you seen your brother lately?" asked Beth, her mom.

"I haven't seen him since Friday when he was getting ready to go out," Mike replied.

"I saw him last night. He came in the shop with some half-dead whore and made me make him a couple of subs. Walked out and stuck me with the bill," Sunday replied with a sour grimace.

"Sunday, you shouldn't talk about your brother's girlfriend like that," her father said.

"Well, it's true. Have either one of you seen her? She was a mess. You know, he hasn't helped us clean the house in months, either. He's turning into a complete jerk," Sunday replied.

"I'll have a talk with him about his chores," Beth said. Mike smiled. He had heard that before. Not a lot was going to happen there.

Beth and her husband Al were the first to leave the breakfast table. Somehow she had talked him into going to some rummage sales with her, so they left, leaving Mike and Sunday alone. Mike began washing the dishes while Sunday finished up her breakfast. Before she was able to finish, Barry came strolling in, looking a little worse for wear. He still had on the same clothes that he did when he left the house on Friday. Maybe that was why it took him so long to get ready for a date. He didn't plan on bathing or changing his clothes for days afterward.

"Did you leave me anything, piglet?" he asked, grabbing a plate.

"Yeah, but I shouldn't have, you owe me for last night," she replied.

"Put it on my tab," Barry said, as he began inhaling scrambled eggs.

"I'm surprised that you're still not holed up with that creature you were with. Did she crawl back under her rock and die?" she asked.

"You're just jealous now that you know what a real woman looks like. You wouldn't know how to have a good time if it bit you on the ass. When was the last time you got laid? Oh I'm sorry, that's right, you haven't ever gotten laid. You probably won't either, if you keep eating bacon like that," Barry replied, mean as ever.

Sunday paused in mid-bite, a look of astonishment in her eyes. She set the piece of bacon that she was eating back on her plate and quietly left the table.

"Why do you got to be so mean to her, Barry?" Mike asked from over his shoulder.

"Aw, I'm just pickin' on her. Besides, she knows she ain't never gonna score looking the way that she does. I mean, damn, have a little respect for yourself," Barry replied.

"That's harsh, Barry. You ought to tell her you're sorry, I think you hurt her feelings," Mike said.

"You're the one that's in charge of cheering her up, I just tell the facts, man. Anyway, I just stopped by for a minute. I'm gonna grab some of my shit and go back to Maddy's. Think I'm gonna crash there for a while," Barry stated. He handed his plate to Mike and went to gather some of his things. He was gone before Mike had finished drying the dishes.

Mike felt awful for his sister. It wasn't right that Barry would pick on her so. She usually could deal with his nonsense, and dished out a fair amount of her own. He could tell that what his brother had just said to her really got under her skin. Mike wanted to run into her room and console her, but decided to let her have her space for a while. She was a big girl, after all.

It was early in the afternoon when he made his next Sunday sighting. He was in the living room on the family computer, looking at pictures that Lisa had emailed him. She had taken a bunch right after she got off the plane, must be. Then, there were some other ones after she had a chance to change her clothes. They were mostly of her barely clad in a string bikini on a beach. Sunday peered over his shoulder at the pictures.

"She looks pretty amazing, doesn't she?" she asked.

"That she does. I don't like the thought of her around all those Australian guys. She's a terrible flirt. No telling what she's up to," Mike said with a sigh.

"You don't trust her?"

"I don't have any concrete reasons not to...I shouldn't be thinking that way, anyhow. It's not like we're real serious or anything, she can do what she wants. Probably won't see much of her again after the summer anyway," he replied.

"Yeah, but she's still your girlfriend. You shouldn't have to worry that she could be screwing around," Sunday said.

"What would you do, if you were her, and your boyfriend was half a world away?" Mike asked.

"It would depend on the boyfriend, I guess. If I wasn't totally in love with the guy or anything, sure I would consider a fling," she said. Mike frowned. "If you were my boyfriend, I don't think that I would have even left. I wouldn't want to go without you."

"You're very sweet, Sunday. If you were my girlfriend I wouldn't have anything to worry about. Hey, want to go on a date with me? Go get some ice cream? I'm having such a craving for it," he said, his smile returning.

"Oh, I don't think I need any ice cream," Sunday said, looking down at her body.

"Hey, I'm not Barry, I like what you look like. Don't let him tell you what you can eat for God's sake," Mike said.

"Well I..."

"Come on, every girl likes ice cream," Mike said, doing his best Tony Montana impression from Scarface. Sunday had to laugh, recognizing the line.

"OK."

Twenty minutes later, the two were sitting in a booth at the local ice cream parlor. Sunday had a shake, Mike had a chocolate cone. They didn't say much for a while, just enjoyed their ice cream and watched the people walking by through the windows.

"This is the best date that I've been on in oh...about six months, I guess," Sunday said with a grin.

"Romantic, isn't it? If you don't mind me asking, how come so long?" Mike asked.

"No good reason, really. The last guy I went out with was nice and all, but I don't think that he was all that into me. I wasn't all that into him, either. I suppose I'm just waiting to find someone that I really like for sure if I'm going to put all the effort it takes into dating someone," she said.

"All the effort? What do you mean?"

"Well, you know this just as much as I do. When you date someone you have to pay attention to what they like and what they don't so that you can get along. You have to spend enough time with them so that they don't feel ignored. When you have to go to school and work at the same time, all of a sudden you have to sacrifice time from one thing to give time to another. It's all a big juggling act," she explained.

"I guess that's true. But it's kind of worth it sometimes, though. Don't you think?" Mike asked.

"Oh sure, it can be. If you find the right person."

Mike thought that his sister must have put a lot of thought into that little speech. At least it seemed like she had. Barry hadn't given her enough credit when it came to her dating life, she sounded like she knew what she was doing. There was one thing that Barry had said that was bugging him.

"You don't have to answer this if you don't want to, but is it true what Barry said about you never, uh, never having sex?" he asked. Sunday chuckled, the question didn't bother her.

"Just because I never announced it to the world doesn't mean that it never happened."

"Oh," Mike said, looking down at the table.

"Disappointed? Would you rather have me be a pristine virgin?" she asked, causing Mike's face to redden.

"Well, no. I'm glad that you have...experienced it, I guess. I don't like the thought of anyone touching you, but I guess that's just the protective brother in me. I want you to do what makes you happy," Mike said, struggling to find the right words.

"You really are very sweet, Mike. I know what you mean. How do you think that I feel every time you leave the house with Lisa? It makes me jealous. It's just a reaction, I suppose," she said.

"Lisa said that she thought that you wanted to rip her heart out, like you really didn't like her that much. I thought it was kind of silly, but now I know where she was coming from. I didn't notice," Mike said. He was smiling again. Sunday looked surprised.

"She said that? I didn't think I was that bad. I'll try to control myself. I won't murder your girlfriend, I promise," she replied, having to laugh.

"Is that why you don't like Barry's girlfriend? Are you just jealous?" Mike asked.

"Absolutely not. You didn't see her, Mike. She looked like a vampire-junky or something. She looked like she had just come out of the morgue, and she was so fucked up that Barry had to hold her up just so that she could stand. I don't know what Barry's up to, but that girl is trouble. Seriously. I wouldn't be jealous of any of Barry's girlfriends anyway, if anything I would feel sorry for them," she explained.

"I see. He said that he's going to be staying with her for a while. Do you think that we ought to be worried? Should we try to get Mom and Dad to make him come home?" Mike asked.

"I don't know. Why don't we give him a couple of days, then maybe you could go and see him. You seem to get along with him better than anyone. If you think something terrible is going on then we can go from there. Even though I think he's an asshole, I don't want him to mess his entire life up. There's no way that he'll listen to me," Sunday said.

"I'm amazed at how nice you are, Sunday. If I were you, I wouldn't piss on him if he was on fire. "

"Yeah, well, he's still our brother whether I like it or not," she said.

Mike realized that their ice-cream was long ago consumed and they had been sitting there talking for quite a while. He had lost track of the time.

"Don't you have to work today? I do at five again. We had better get out of here before I make you late," he announced.

*****

That night at work, Mike couldn't help but replaying the conversation that he had with his sister earlier in the day over in his mind. She seemed to have way more of a handle on life than he had ever given her credit for. He was hoping that she would still be up waiting for him when he got home. He was able to stay busy enough stocking shelves that the night went by quickly, and before he knew it, he was pulling into his driveway.

The flickering light from Sunday's TV filtered out into the hall, so Mike stuck his head in his sister's room to let her know that he was home. She was laying on her bed and smiled up at him when she saw his face.

"I saved a spot for you," she said, indicating the empty side of the bed. Mike smiled, noting that she was dressed a little differently that night. Instead of her customary sweat pants or pajama pants, she had gone with only an oversized tee shirt and panties. At least, he assumed that she had panties on, he didn't actually see them. Her legs were short and smooth looking, curving all the way up to the delicious round mounds of her ass.

"I'll be right in," he said, eventually. Mike hurried to his room to change into some night clothes before returning to his sister. He climbed into bed beside her and sighed with content.

"I thought you were just going to stand there and stare at me all night," Sunday said with a giggle.

"I couldn't help but notice that you don't have any pants on," Mike replied.

"Do you want me to cover up? I thought you said that you liked what I look like."

"I do. Don't cover up, it's too hot for that anyway. I don't want you to be uncomfortable," he said.

"How very noble of you to think only of my comfort," Sunday said.

"Well, that's not all I'm thinking of, I already told you I'm not that nice. I don't get to admire your legs up close like this very often. Or ever before, really," he said.

"How much do you love me?" she asked, with a twinkle in her eye. Mike looked into her eyes for a moment, wondering what she was up to.

"A lot. I love you a lot," he stammered.

"Will you rub my feet?" she asked.

"Really?" he asked back, thinking that she may have had something else in mind. It was a totally naughty thought, but he couldn't help it. There was no way that she could know the effect that she was having on him, he was a bit unsettled for what had briefly flashed through his mind.

"It sucks standing behind that counter all night. My feet get sore. You don't have to if you don't want to. Just think how happy I'd be if you did, though," she said.

"Sure, I want you to be happy," Mike replied. He slid around until he was sitting cross-legged on the end of the bed. He took one of his sister's feet into his lap and began to kneed it slowly.

"Is that OK?" he asked. "I don't really know what I'm doing."

"That feels wonderful, Mike."

Mike concentrated on the one foot for a while before switching to the other. He found it amazing that the simple act of rubbing Sunday's feet was turning him on so much. His cock was throbbing and screaming for release after a few short minutes. He felt a little guilty about wanting to jump on top of his sister and screw her brains out, but he couldn't help it. She was incredibly sexy, and she was pretty much teasing the hell out of him. He wasn't sure exactly what he was going to do about it. He thought that he had probably done as much rubbing as he could stand for a while. Mike set his sister's feet off of his lap.

"How was that?" he asked.

"That was nice, thank you," she said, taking note of the huge bulge in his pajamas. "Get you all hot and bothered, did it?"

"Yeah, uh, sorry about that," Mike said, his face flush. It did feel awfully hot in there at the moment.

"You're fine. I guess it just proves that you weren't lying when you said that you liked what I look like," she said. Sunday had an amused smirk on her face indicating that she must have enjoyed toying with her brother.

"I wouldn't lie about that, you're gorgeous."

"Why don't you go take care of that? It must be uncomfortable," she suggested.

Mike didn't say anything, he just got up and walked back to his room. His sister didn't seem to have a problem with giving him an erection. As a matter of fact, it almost seemed like she found it entertaining to some degree. It was kind of weird that she basically told him to go masturbate, but he was going to take her advice. How kinky was that? He wasn't proud that he was extremely turned on, but there was little that he could do. It took less than two minutes for him to rub one out, spurting his load into a handful of tissues. What exactly were they doing? He didn't really know. It was a more than a little twisted and confusing.

Mike walked back to his sister's room and climbed into bed beside her. She was smiling from ear to ear, knowing what he had just done.

"That was quick. Feel better?" she asked.

"Yeah. Listen, you're not going to talk about this with anyone, are you?" he asked.

"No, I wouldn't do that. You're not embarrassed about it, are you? I thought it was cute," she replied.

"You thought it was cute? You didn't think it was weird that your little brother had to go jerk off after rubbing your feet? I mean, I don't think I should have reacted like that, do you?" he asked.

"I'm not complaining," she replied. She rolled over and put her head on his chest and her hand on his belly. "I'm still allowed to cuddle with you, aren't I?" she asked.

"I'm not sure if that's a good idea, Sunday. That's the thing. Why aren't you complaining? Why aren't you freaked out?" he asked.

"You're always so nice and saying the nicest things. I just...I thought you liked me," she said, rolling back off of her brother. Her smiled turned to a frown as her mood instantly changed. "I'm so stupid, I don't know what I'm doing," she sighed.

"Oh, Sunday, you're not stupid, I do like you. I can't like you like that, is all. We're brother and sister."

"I know. We haven't done anything, right? We were just laying here watching TV, talking. Maybe you should go back to your room for the night," Sunday said.

"Yeah. I'm kind of beat. See you in the morning?" Mike asked, rising from the bed. Sunday nodded 'yes' solemnly. Mike paused in her doorway. "I love you, Sunday, you can talk to me about anything, anytime OK?"

"OK, goodnight, Mike," she said. She watched from the corner of her eye as he left and felt her breath hitch in her chest as she heard his door close.

There. I totally freaked Mike out. He thinks I'm some kind of perverted slut. Why was I even acting like that? Stupid, stupid, stupid, Sunday.

*****

It was a few days later and Sunday was late in getting down to the kitchen for breakfast that morning. She had spent much of the night tossing and turning in her bed, wondering what the heck was wrong with her. She didn't feel much like getting up when she opened her eyes and took note of the time, but she figured that she would have to face her brother again sooner or later. She had been doing her best to avoid him. Might as well get it out of the way. Mike was at the kitchen table looking at something on his cell phone with a frown on his face.