The Festival Ch. 02

I turned the key to the family home for the first time in over three months. I wrestled my copious amounts of dirty laundry through the doorway and was met with a shriek of excitement.

"Steve!" My mum's voice came hurtling down the corridor. I was forced to drop my bags as flailing limbs eventually wrapped themselves around me.

"Hello," I mumbled. I had expected this but somehow had not been ready.

As I splattered stray bits of long female hair from my mouth I heard a deeper voice greeting me.

"Back already? I thought we had got rid of you this time," my dad smiled.

"Not yet. I have far too much laundry to do."

"You've always pushed your luck," he laughed. "Release the poor boy Emma."

My mum finally relaxed her bear grip on me. "Let me have my moment Iain," she snapped back at her husband. "It's so great to have you back, even if it is only for Christmas," she smiled through watery eyes. It was nice to feel missed.

"Come through. Your sister is just at her yoga class. She will be back for dinner."

I followed my parents through to the living room and proceeded to catch up on the last three months of my new uni life. Just as my mum was dishing up some dinner for us, I heard the front door slam.

"Be right there," I heard my sister Leah's voice.

"Steve is back," my mum replied.

There was no sound but footsteps pattering up the stairs.

I would say I was a little dismayed but I expected no less. Leah and I hadn't really seen eye to eye for months; not since the festival.

She skipped into the kitchen a few minutes later in her sports bra and matching leggings. I noticed the smooth skin of her torso.

Flashes of her breasts pushed against my chest while her hushed moans tickled my ear. Memories of thrusting into her in that hot tent were so vivid I felt myself stirring in my boxers.

"Hey Steve," she said. Her gaze lingered on me for a moment before sitting herself down at the table.

"Hey sis," I replied simply. My emotions were swirling around in the pit of my stomach. I had been able to almost shut my family life away as I fully immersed myself in university culture. Seeing my beautiful sister in front of me once again was a shock to the system.

After returning home from the festival, things had been as normal as they usually were but after I left for uni a few weeks later, things began to change. As time went on, our relationship had become strained. What started out as long phone calls catching up on everything with deep meaningful conversations, then became just a blunt text here and there, mostly asking things like, 'Why did you take my bike to uni without asking me?'

It was amazing how fast we had gone from being as close as two humans can be, to barely any relationship at all. I was ready to accept that what we did in that incestuous tent could have been passed off as a crazy drunken mistake. As intimate, loving and incredibly hot it was, I knew we were unlikely to continue sleeping with each other once we left the confines of the festival boundaries. What I hadn't expected was our healthy sibling friendship to suffer as a consequence.

Our relationship had become so awkward and strained that we hardly spoke to each other directly for the rest of the meal.

***

I spent the following day with my best friend Harry.

"So did you get laid at all?" He asked within seconds of seeing me.

"Not as much as I would have liked," I replied. In truth, I hadn't had sex since my sister. 'God I am pathetic,' I thought to myself.

"You're joking. You went to uni where everyone is fucking and somehow you managed to not fuck."

"I could have," I stammered to my defence. "My housemate keeps trying to get with me."

"Oh man," he winced. "Don't shit where you eat bro."

I shrugged. Maybe that was the reason Leah hadn't shown me much attention over the last few months.

"I've been working on Naomi this whole time. She was such a little minx in bed. Nothing I have had since compares," he laughed.

"I don't really blame you mate. She is gorgeous."

"Good job I stole your emergency condom. It probably would have gone out of date by now."

"Hey I said I could have used it. My housemate was all over me."

"Yes ok sure bro," he replied. His tone was so ambiguous I couldn't tell if he was being sarcastic or not.

My housemate really had been all over me but I had never reciprocated her advances. She was pretty but overall, I never felt like I really wanted anything. On the other hand, I had masturbated over the memory of my sister's perfect naked body more times than I could count.

In my head I justified it by the simple fact that no sex could possibly be better than what I had with Leah. Have you ever had one sexual moment that was so incredibly intense that it never really left you?

With the 'don't shit where you eat' comment fresh in my mind, conversation with Leah that evening was minimal. It was just as awkward as it had become while at uni. I started to get frustrated.

"Where have you been today?" I asked her at dinner the following evening.

She looked at me with her beautiful eyes and blushed, refraining from answering.

"I'd guess she's been at her new boyfriend's house," my mum replied, clearly jumping at the opportunity to tease her daughter.

"You got a boyfriend?" I asked, raising my eyebrows.

"Erm... yeah," she replied simply.

"How long have you been seeing him?"

"Maybe a month or so."

"What's his name?"

"Marco."

"A stupid name," dad interrupted.

"Dad, he's Italian," she moaned, clearly getting wound up by the conversation.

She glanced at me as if to read my mind but neither of us were giving anything away.

Inside, my stomach had dropped and my heart was beating fast. Why was I reacting this way? Of course this would happen. Did I expect us to never be with anyone else again? Of course not. We are brother and sister.

I hated that Italian Marco guy and I suddenly realised I was jealous.

***

I took a few days to adjust back to family life but the little home comforts were starting to get the better of me. The dark, wintery wet skies that are typical of this time of year tend to force people indoors. This meant weeks of our family of four cooped up together going about our normal daily lives.

I came into the kitchen one evening and noticed Leah bent over near the radiator. I got a great view of her arse and my mind immediately wondered back to seeing her from behind as I entered her for the first time.

Leah turned and caught me in my day dream, having been quite clearly checking her out.

"Oh... erm, I didn't hear you come in," she mumbled. She was holding a pair of pink panties which she was hanging out to dry with her other clothes. She glanced down at them and closed them in her fist, hiding them from my view.

"Sorry I didn't expect to see you."

There was an awkward silence.

"Ok, I'm going to go to the other room," I blushed and scuttled away with my tail between my legs. How embarrassing.

I lay in bed that night cringing at how embarrassing I had been. My cheeks were burning and I had just run away like a little boy. It was starting to really piss me off how awkward things had become between us. Maybe I was making it worse by so clearly looking at her sexually. I had to promise myself to stop looking at her like this. What happened at the festival was a mistake. It was a really beautiful, sweaty, orgasmic mistake.

The following day, I was keen to get this silly awkwardness behind us so I could regain having my little sister in my life.

After watching a film with the family, mum had gone to the toilet and dad had gone to grab a beer from the fridge. Finding ourselves alone in a room together had been rare since I had got back and I could feel the tension rise dramatically. Leah was focused on her phone but I knew this was just a ruse to avoid conversation. I had to say something before I wound myself up too much.

"Will I ever meet this Marco guy?" I asked her a little too quickly.

"Maybe one day," she replied uninterested.

"That would be fun."

Leah didn't reply. It was deathly silent.

"I'm sorry but there is no way you really want to meet Marco," she blurted out, now looking directly at me. She was right. There was absolutely no part of me that wanted to meet him.

"Why wouldn't I?"

"Because..." Leah was trying to choose her words but cut herself off quickly as dad returned to the room accompanied by that satisfying crack of a beer can being opened.

I returned my gaze to the TV and she continued with whatever she was doing on her phone. I was seething with anger that only a sibling could create. Maybe I had chosen the wrong subject to raise conversation but she didn't need to reply like that. Everything was fine until this Marco character came on the scene. I still hated him.

***

Over the next few days the women of the house slowly started turning the home into something that resembled Christmas. The tree had been put up and decorated in a much more stylish version than previous years. When Leah and I were kids we would have decorated the tree which involved chucking things at the branches until they stuck.

I was eating my morning cereal with my dad when Leah bounced into the kitchen in a baggy t-shirt and undies. I couldn't help but run my eyes over her smooth toned legs. She opened the fridge and pulled some juice out, showing me just a small hint of her cute butt where her panties started. They were the same panties I came on during the first night of the festival. I shuffled uncomfortably in my seat.

Leah tip-toed over to the table, clearly not enjoying the cold kitchen tiles on her bare feet. As she sat, her shirt rode up to show her panties almost entirely. I was hard a few seconds later as another flashback tore through my mind of her reaching into my boxers to take my cock for the first time. Shortly after that I was exploding all over her toned stomach and those very panties.

"We spoke about this."

"What did we speak about daddy?" Leah asked angelically.

"It's not appropriate to prance about in your underwear in the house. You're not a kid anymore."

"Why? Does it remind you of mum when she was my age?"

"That's enough," he replied warningly. Everyone at the table knew that things were not to be pushed any further and an awkward silence ensued.

Leah blushed but looked directly at me as we both tried to hide a smile.

It was the first time I had seen her real personality in months. I was elated.

That night, I lay in bed picturing her perfect butt in those panties. I remembered pulling them to the side as I plunged my cock into her pussy from behind. As I drew myself to orgasm, I pictured the view of her below me in her underwear as I sprayed cum over and over across her perfect body. That was enough to push me over the brink as long ribbons of cum landed across my own torso.

I lay there regaining my breath as my cock twitched the last of my orgasm into my navel. The post-nut clarity was settling in and I told myself I had to stop doing this. It was unfair on Leah to keep seeing her so sexually and it was affecting our relationship. She was moving on with her life and had got herself a boyfriend. Maybe I needed to do the same and stop obsessing over her just because she had half smiled at me. I resolved to go back to uni and sleep with someone. There was nothing like getting back on the horse to forget an ex partner. I still had to shake myself that my own sister was exactly that; an ex partner.

***

I woke up the following morning feeling fresh. It was Christmas Eve and I was optimistic I could turn things around to make them work. The last interaction with Leah had been quite positive and I was determined to build on that so we could enjoy Christmas together. Unfortunately, Leah wasn't on the same wavelength.

"Hey sis," I said enthusiastically when she entered the kitchen.

She grunted in my direction. It's OK, I told myself, she was never a morning person.

"What have you got planned today?" I asked her, trying not to notice that she didn't have a bra underneath her night shirt.

"I'm going to Marco's to exchange gifts. Should be back in the evening though."

"Cool. What did you get him?"

"Oh he mentioned he liked this Italian liqueur so I got mum to pick me up some on her last trip to the shops."

"I bet it is Tuaca."

"How did you know?" She raised her gaze to me for the first time. I couldn't help but think she looked cute from her sleepy eyes.

"The Italians I know at uni love that stuff."

"Oh of course. You probably party a lot now don't you."

"Quite a bit, but no more than the average uni student."

"Well I know how you get when you drink. I can imagine you're having a great time." She looked away in a moment of insecurity.

"I know how you get when you drink," I countered.

She frowned at me, pondering how to respond.

"Okaay," she said slowly. "I'm going to go and get ready." With that she left the room.

My face was in my hands. It was the longest conversation we had managed in the week or so I had been home, yet it had still somehow ended awkwardly with a subtle reference to what happened at the festival. This was beginning to feel like torture.

***

I was helping my dad fix the broken lights on the Christmas tree when Leah bounced into the living room. She was wearing a red dress and black tights, attaching an occasional bit of white fur and a Santa hat.

"Hello Mrs Claus," dad said.

She smiled happily. "You got it."

"Of course I did. You look great. Except Mrs Claus is certainly a bit older and doesn't wear such... nice dresses." It was clear dad was trying to choose his words wisely for the last part.

"Thanks. I'm off to Marco's house. Being Italian their family do the whole Christmas thing today. See you later."

"Ok, have fun," he said, giving her a little kiss on the cheek.

We grumbled our goodbyes at each other.

"You two really aren't getting on at the moment. Has something happened?" Dad mentioned after she had disappeared.

"No, not at all," I lied.

"Ok. Well you both better buck up by tomorrow. Uncle Frank is coming to stay until New Year's Eve."

"Nothing's wrong dad," I groaned.

***

I was watching some trashy TV that night when Leah finally got through the door at around 11pm. I had gone to the pub with Harry for an hour or so but after a couple of drinks we had called it quits due to the sheer amount of people there. Waiting at a bar for 20 minutes to get a drink isn't my idea of fun.

"Hey," she said as she collapsed onto the sofa. "Have mum and dad gone to bed?"

"Yeah, quite a while ago. Did you have a good day?"

"Yeah. I'm exhausted... and a little bit drunk," she giggled.

"Glad you had a good day," I said bitterly. I was still in a mood that my night hadn't been much fun. In reality I was probably still a bit jealous that Leah was with her boyfriend.

"What was wrong with your day?" She asked angelically. There was no hint of the coldness she had shown me for the last month: it must have been the alcohol.

"Like you care. You haven't paid a single bit of attention to me in months." The comment from dad about us was playing on my mind. If other people had noticed the frostiness then things were really not good between us and I'd had enough.

Leah exhaled slowly and sunk further into the sofa. She looked hurt from my comment. I glanced away from her and tried to focus on the TV, struggling to keep the anguish in her face away.

A moment later I heard her sob and I tore my eyes away to look at her. There was a single tear on her cheek. I didn't know what to say.

"I'm so sorry," she blurted out, now crying fully.

"Hey, hey, please don't cry," I said softly, moving across to her sofa. I had really done it now. I was going to give her a hug but ended up holding her elbow and her knee, worried that anything else might look sexual.

"I know I've been a really shitty sister. It's my fault," she cried as tears fell down her cheeks.

"Just stop crying and we can talk about it," I pleaded.

Leah pulled her hands away from her face and noted my hands on her elbow and knee. She looked at me for a moment and then threw her arms around my neck in a tight embrace. I melted with love and pulled her slim form against me with my arms around her midriff. I let her sob into my shoulder for a few minutes.

"It's been so much to take," she sniffled when she had calmed down.

"What has?"

"Everything since the festival." She pulled away from the hug and I saw mottled cheeks and slightly red eyes. Despite looking visibly upset, she looked so cute and I loved her so much.

"What's been getting you down?"

"Well, after what happened, you disappeared off to uni and I was left on my own."

"I'm sorry Leah. I had to go though."

"I know and I don't blame you at all, but then I met Marco at a party."

"Oh. Marco." I couldn't hide the disappointment in my voice. I thought we were getting somewhere with this chat but it had swung right back around to Marco.

"Stop that. I can't deal with a jealous brother over this. It makes it so much harder."

"I haven't made it hard to deal with," I said slightly annoyed.

"That's not what I meant. It makes me feel things." Leah was looking away from me now, hiding her embarrassment.

"What things do you feel?" I could feel butterflies in my stomach. I was nervous about what I would hear next.

"Do I really have to spell it out for you?"

I just sat there silent. I really wanted her to spell it out for me.

"Look, let's not beat around the bush anymore," Leah said, finally displaying confidence rather than insecurity. "What happened at the festival was crazy. It should never have happened but it did and it was the best sex of my life."

I was totally taken back by the openness of her admitting she had sex with me. I had also gone from disappointment to feeling immensely pleased. "I agree," I managed to squeeze out.

"When you went to uni, it was quite hard to take. I was at home while you were telling me how much fun you were having partying and... you know. Then I went to a party and met Marco."

"Leah, what do you mean by that? Do you think I was having loads of sex?"

"Well yeah, you were at uni."

"I didn't have sex with anyone."

"Oh." Leah sunk even further into the sofa. She looked really confused. "I saw Harry with Naomi and he said you were getting laid all the time."

"You listened to Harry? He's the biggest bullshitter in the world."

She snorted. "Yeah I suppose he is. So you didn't at all?"

"Not even a hand job."

"That makes it awkward then."

"Why, how far have you gone with Marco?"

"Well, we did it at that party. It was after Harry told me that."

"All this started with Harry." I groaned in exasperation. I was angry with him but at the same time he didn't know... He didn't know I had fucked my sister.

"Sorry," she said simply.

"It's not your fault. You have every right to get a boyfriend," I concluded, just wanting to go to bed at this point.

"Marco is a really great guy. That's why I've been cold with you. I've been trying to stay loyal."

"It's ok Leah, seriously. Just don't act cold with me."

"I don't mean to do it. It's just that if I don't, I start thinking things."

"Things like what?"

"Things like us in a tent together," she smiled wickedly.

"That's not so bad," I laughed.

"It is when you're trying to have sex with your boyfriend."

"You think about me while having sex with Marco."

"Sometimes," she smiled and looked away, embarrassed again.

"That's hot," I said, shuffling into her and gently pulling her gaze back to me. There was no sign of crying on her face now, although her cheeks were red from the tense conversation. I was beginning to feel better about everything.