Sister to the Rescue Ch. 03

"Oh Mandy!" I didn't so much say the words as sob them it into her wet mouth.

I palmed her slender chest, each breast easily fitting perfectly into a broad hand. I squeezed as if weighing them, evaluating her blossoming womanhood. Testing if she was ready. My sister's sweet tits. They had left me open mouthed in awe when lifting the front of that sexy blue dress at the mall. Now I could feel my cock, already erect, rising harder in response to them. And to their proof of her growing sexuality. I reached inward and circled her nipples with each thumb, sensing them puff and extend toward my touch. My sister moaned back into my mouth. Suddenly it no longer felt like she was being coquettish, no longer teasing. Something unleashed and I felt a wave of passion flow through her body toward me. My own need stepped up yet another notch in response.

"Oh John!"

We would have been caught just like that if I hadn't already turned down the sound. As it was we nearly were caught, I only noticed the sound of the garage opener some time after it had started running. We scrambled apart and I fumbled for the remote to change the channel. By the time our parents walked up from the car, Mandy was hurrying back down in a college sweatshirt she had pilfered from my room earlier, a covering that came down to her knees. I was on the floor picking up popcorn from the bowl that had been kicked over.

After that, I would have slunk up to my room, if nothing else to hide the hard-on still prominent in my jeans. Although what I felt more than my erection was the aching hole in my chest - the ache of wanting my little sister. Wanting her still in my arms. Wanting her soft cries in my ear. Wanting to know where that final wave of passion might have led.

But Mom came down, calling upstairs to Dad that she had forgotten something. I expected her to turn toward the kitchen, but instead she came quietly into the living room. She had already changed into a long nightgown that flowed around her legs as she stepped with soft tread directly towards me. In my aroused state, I was awkwardly self-conscious of the deep cleavage revealed by her loose gown flopping half-open. But she reached out and grasped my hand in hers, her head at my shoulder height, making me look down at her, unaware that as a result her full bosom was all but revealed to me. I was ashamed, torn between awareness of the bulge in my pants thrusting towards her, and the crimson flush of guilt across my cheeks. She looked me directly in the eye. I was about to stammer out a confession when she spoke first.

"Oh John, I know it means so much to your sister to have you home. She really does worship you, you know. And...", she paused, so all I could hear was the pounding of my heart in my chest. "Look, I know she probably hasn't told you. It's just...she's had a pretty hard time these last few months."

Something shifted inside me. Probably my expression changed also, because Mom lifted an eyebrow. I tried to focus on her face rather than her cleavage.

"She hasn't told you then?"

I didn't dare to speak but shook my head.

"Boy trouble. Though I don't know all the details. She was seeing him since January, I think, though I don't know if they were really dating, if you know what I mean. Seems he dumped her about two months ago. Kind of publicly, I think. She seemed pretty humiliated about it, deleted most of her friends on Facebook she told me at some point. But you know Mandy, always bounces back. Sure she'll be fine. Just wanted you to know, that, well...she's really happy to have you back. And so am I."

I couldn't process all of this - I was more than overloaded between lustful desire and emotional guilt. Suddenly I felt Mom's warmth as she pulled me down to kiss me on the cheek, and then I was left with her scent and the mostly empty popcorn bowl. I looked down to see the remote lying at an angle across the couch and the cushions pulled every which way, wondering if Mom had noticed. My mind felt about the same level of turmoil, emotions cascading up and down. The only constant was the erection still tenting my jeans.