What I Didn't Hear

"Get up," my father roared. "You have work to do!!"

Work? I thought. What work? "Ok, let me get dressed. I'll be right out."

"You've got 10 minutes," he said.

I threw on some shorts and an old tee shirt and headed into the bathroom to brush my teeth. I was still trying to figure out what work needed to be done. We had a landscaping crew, and I never saw a lawnmower in the garage. Probably something stupid. But, man, I'm starving; I need to eat something. I never even had dinner last night, and my 1 am snack didn't go to plan. The things that ran through my head as I got ready. As soon as I opened the door, I could smell bacon and eggs on the stove. Oh, thank God, that's just what I need and took off down the stairs. I walked into the kitchen to see that my nose hadn't let me down. There was a giant plate of eggs, bacon, and toast waiting for me.

"Morning, Mom. Thank you for making breakfast. I'm so hungry I could eat a horse."

With a soft and gentle voice, she said, "Your father is very upset with you. So please just do as he says and stay out of his way today."

"Sorry, Mom."

"It's ok, sweetie, just do as I told you."

"What smells so good?" Katie said as she turned the corner into the kitchen.

Clearly avoiding eye contact and not looking at me as she came in. Instead, she walked straight up to Mom and kissed her on the cheek.

"Thank you for making breakfast," she said.

"Oh, you're welcome, honey. Have a seat, and I will bring your plate right to you," saying it soft and quietly as to not disturb my father, who was furious at me.

I continued to shove food into my mouth. I needed to try and calm my stomach down from growling so loudly. I was still scared to look at Katie after what happened last night. She apparently didn't like what happened between us, and she just wanted to put it past her. Then, just as I was placing jelly on my toast, my father stormed into the front door of the house.

"Let's go, Connor, you don't have all day," came echoing through the house from the front door. I looked up at my mother, who was still cooking with her back to Katie and me, who mouthed, "I'm sorry." I slowly got up and headed towards the front door.

I was walking out of the front door without a clue of what to expect. Still in the box in the middle of the driveway next to my father was a brand new pressure washer and 5 or 6 long water hoses. Oh fuck me, I thought.

"The driveway needs cleaning, the house needs cleaning, and all the vehicles are filthy. You are not to leave this house for any reason. I have three gas cans on the side of the house. Make sure not to leave them in the sun. Now get to work," he boomed and walked back towards the house.

After I unboxed the pressure washer, I read through all the information and put it together. It wasn't too difficult, put the handle on, pour the entire bottle of oil into the filler cap, add gas, flip the switch on and pull the black tee shape handle until it fired up. I dragged everything down to the very end of the driveway after hooking up the hoses, "Fuck" I forgot to turn on the water. I looked back down the long driveway and thought it's going to be a long day. I consider myself in excellent shape and work out three times a week. Nothing had prepared me for the sun that beat down on me all day long for those two days with no shade. I thought playing 36 holes a day with my buddies would've helped me but no such luck.

When Monday morning rolled around, I was so exhausted. I was sunburned. My body hurt in places I didn't know could hurt. I knew I had to go with Katie to summer school and was glad to go. Please anything to get out of pressure washing, anything else. I thought. She told me how sorry she was, and dad was being a dick head the whole way to school. I just kept saying. "It's not your fault. If I were smarter and paid more attention to my studies, we wouldn't be in this situation."

It was Katie who helped me make it through the weekend, coming to the window to wave at me in her tiny short shorts and low-cut tank tops—also, the little trips to bring me cold water to drink and ham sandwiches. Seeing her make an effort to see whenever she could, made me feel better, especially after Saturday morning when she avoided me. I sat there in class with her and tried to stay awake. I was so exhausted from all the heat that I had a hard time sleeping at night. Monday went by fairly quickly, and I was glad to get home to go to sleep. Only to get home and find a note saying "GET TO WORK" Fuck me, I thought, and back out the door, I went. My hands hurt from holding the handle and squeezing the trigger. I had large blisters on both palms of my hands.

Fuck him, I thought but kept working. Thinking about what my mom had told me. Why does he hate me? What did I do wrong? I kept thinking this over and over. I was a good kid; I went to school and passed, well barely but still passed. I had never been in any kind of trouble, other than flipping a golf cart once that I was not driving, I might add. I never argued with my sister, out loud anyway. Hell, he was never home half the time anyway.

Well, look at that. Speak of the devil himself. As he headed down the driveway, he didn't even turn to look at me, like I was a prisoner working on the chain gang.

I had just started to wrap up for the day as the sun was getting ready to set. I was worn out and ready to go to bed. The last three days had kicked my ass, and I wasn't even done yet.

"Hey, Connor," she said in a playful voice. "Whatcha, doing?"

"What does it look like I'm doing?" I snapped back at her. Not meaning to be so mean, just irritated.

"I'm sorry," she said as the tears started to fill her eyes, as she turned with her head down and headed towards the house.

"Wait," I shot back. "I'm sorry I hollered at you. I didn't mean it. I'm just tired, is all."

"Mom asked me to tell you, dinner is ready." Then, that bright, beautiful smile of hers slowly returning to her face, "can I ask you a question?"

I could tell by the look on her face she was nervous. However, her eyes were still wide and excited to be talking to me again.

"Shoot," I said.

"Will, you..., umm... will you hold me again tonight for a little while?" She asked as the look of fear in her eyes returned; her facial expression was worried that I might reject her.

"I guess so, but you can't fall asleep again. So you have to go to your room right after. Even though I feel like death, I don't want to die. Got it?"

"Yes," she said quickly. "I promise."

Standing there, looking at her anxiously bouncing up and down on the balls of her feet. With a smile, that could probably stop a war. I couldn't help but smile at her. She needed me right now, and the least I could do was make her feel better if I could.

"I'll be in, in just a minute. Need to wrap up the hose and put away the pressure washer."

"Ok," she said and skipped back inside.

I was so hot I didn't even want to eat, but I sat there and forced myself to. It did taste good, some kind of chicken carbonara that my mother always liked to make. She always thought I loved it, and I did when I was nine, but now I just ate it and acted as I wanted it, just to keep her happy. After I finished, I rinsed off my plate and said, "Thank you, Mom, for dinner," and headed upstairs. I needed a shower bad, my shirt still wet with sweat and sticking to my back. I could smell myself, and it wasn't good.

I stood there in the shower and let the hot water beat down onto my shoulders. Then, having caught myself from falling asleep a couple of times, I quickly washed and got out. Standing there, I looked in the mirror at my dark and tired eyes, and Bam! I had smacked my face into the mirror, falling asleep. "God damn it, that hurt! Now I'm awake and need an aspirin." I dropped the towel and headed into my room to find some shorts. With three little taps on the door, I rushed to find something to throw on quickly, which was a pair of boxers on my dresser. Sliding into them, I said, "Come in."

"I never thought you'd get out of the shower," She said.

"I wasn't in there that long." I shot back.

"Almost an hour," she said timidly.

"Wow. I'm just exhausted. My back is killing me, and I need to get some sleep. How was your night?"

"It was ok... I got an idea," she exclaimed like a light bulb went off in her head. "You lay down on the bed with your head facing towards the end of the bed. Put your stomach down, and I'll rub your back until you fall asleep, and then I'll go back to my room. How's that sound?" she said gleefully.

"Sounds good to me, but I'll probably be asleep before you start."

"Well, I'll rub your back for 15 minutes even if you're asleep that way; you wake up fresh, deal?" She said, like a cat that ate the canary.

I laid down on the bed and rolled over onto my back, not thinking, just ready to go to sleep.

"Does your chest hurt?" She asked. "I can rub that tonight, and tomorrow I will rub your back. If that's what you want?"

"Yes, I would like that. Thank you for doing this. You don't have to do this. This is my entire fault after all."

"I want to! It's kinda my fault too."

I laid there and expected to fall right asleep as she started to rub my chest. But, instead, the bottle of lotion she used had a hint of strawberries and coconut that kept me awake.

"Wow. That smells fantastic."

I closed my eyes as she started to rub, but the smell and pressure from her thumbs were keeping me in a semi-awake state. I opened my eyes one last time as I was falling asleep as if to tell myself it's ok to sleep. Only to see that she was straddling my face as she worked the lotion into my skin with her remarkably strong fingers. Just close your eyes and go to sleep, I thought, but there was no way I was going to be able to sleep. I couldn't help but just stare at the outline of her sex, covered by a thin layer of fabric and about an inch from my nose. Man, she smelled wonderful.

She wore little sleep shorts that she had got last year for Christmas. When she had worn them that day around the house, her stick legs didn't fill them out, but now those same shorts were struggling to stay together. The seams screamed for dear life, trying to hang on, as her now thick-toned thighs rested on either side of my face. It had me in a trance. I would come in and out of my state as she would rub lower down my chest, and her sex would touch my nose. Just a tiny sheer piece of fabric was between me and seeing my first pussy up close. I had seen one before on the internet but never been that far with a real girl. Thanks to dad, I could never get a real girlfriend because we would move before long.

"Connor," She spoke softly. Are you awake?"

Yanking me out of my trance, "Yes, I whispered back. What's wrong?"

"Umm, well, Ummm," she whispered. As she had moved her sex off my face, I could see she was looking towards the head of my bed. "I can help you if you want me to?"

What? I thought, and I lifted my head to see what she was looking at. I had grabbed the first pair of boxers sitting there on the dresser. The pair I grabbed had the slit in the front, so you could take a leak without having to pull the front of your pants down. Holy shit! I was as hard as I had ever been. It was standing straight up, through the slit in all its glory for the whole world to see. Well, not the world. Oh shit, my sister. I shot up and covered myself quickly, having blushed three shades of red. Then, fear taking over, I hollered, "GET OUT!" To which she jumped back scared.

"It's ok, Connor. Please calm down. I love you!"

"I don't care. Wait, what?" I said quickly, still trying to catch my breath and not have a heart attack at the ripe old age of 19.

"I love you," she whispered. "I've always loved you in a way I knew was wrong," as she reached for my now throbbing manhood.

"What?" I asked as I smacked her hand away from it, "we can't do this. You're my sister. It's wrong and completely illegal. We could go to jail. I'm not made for jail." I said in a panic. Having watched locked up abroad.

"Please just leave," I said, having calmed down slightly.

"NO! I'm not leaving," she shot back at me. "I want you. Why don't you love me? I have done everything you've asked me to do. I've done your schoolwork, your homework, your laundry, and your chores, even if I had to stay up late to get my chores done."

"Chores, what chores?" I asked, really not knowing.

"The ones on the whiteboard in the pantry, asshole." She snapped back.

"Huh. I thought that was for writing food down that we needed."

"No. That's not what it's for." She said, irritated.

Thinking back now, I remembered her looking at me sadly as I headed out the door so many times to go play golf with the boys. Then, smiling, saying, "see ya later." What an asshole, I thought. "Why didn't you tell me?"

"Dad had told me to tell you. I knew how much fun you had and loved to play. I just couldn't bring myself to say anything. I wanted to do things for you. Not only that, but I wanted you, and I loved you so much."

"Of course, he only told you. Fucking prick," I hissed. Now pissed that she's been doing all my chores and me being so stupid not realizing what was going on all these years. Maybe I am stupid, I thought.

"So tell me," she asked bluntly.

"Tell you what?"

"Why don't you want me? Why don't you love me?" Tears now streamed over her round cheeks.

I hopped out of bed and headed straight towards her to try and talk some sense into her. "It's not that I don't." I stopped looking into her eyes, puffy and red. "Well, I..." say something dumbass, I thought. Tell her you're not in love with her and only love her like a sister...What the hell is wrong with you? Tell her now, I screamed at myself.

"I, uh uh, love you too." What!!? Are you crazy? My brain screamed? Oh my god, I'm really, and truly head over heels in love with her. How had I missed this? She lunged forward and kissed me deeply. It was a passion I have never felt. It felt wonderful. I met her kiss with just as much passion. Our tongues crashed into one another's. We just could not get enough. I felt my hands start wandering all over her body. I reached down and squeezed her soft yet firm ass.

We both were inexperienced at this, but it felt natural, almost effortless. Not all awkward like you would expect your first time to be. We needed this, and we were hungry for each other. She slid her fingers into the slit of my boxers to free my raging hard-on. Her hands were too strong and ruff. "Easy," I said, as the grip around my shaft was too hard and still trying to catch my breath as we kissed. She eased her grip and was now slowly stroking my manhood. I slid my hands back up from her ass and started to squeeze her large breast.

"Easy, baby, don't squeeze so hard." She asked. Causing me to lighten up my grip, just as I told her earlier.

They felt soft and larger than I expected in my hands as I now kneaded them softly. They defined gravity as they stood off her chest with purpose. I had to see them and now. I stopped kissing her and grabbed the bottom hem, and began to lift her top. I continued to look into her eyes the whole time and waited for her to stop me. I pleaded with myself to stop, but I couldn't, and she was never going to stop me. Finally, her hand slid down my shaft, releasing me. She slowly lifted her arms to help me remove her shirt and even stepped back to allow me to get a good look at her tits on display. Perfect, I thought, looking at them. Nipples puffy, light pink in color, and about the size of a quarter. "Wow, I said out loud. "They're perfect."

"Thank you," she said, eagerly wanting and needing my approval.

"I've never done this before, but I have watched porn so I would know what guys liked, well not guys...you. I've wanted to do this for you a long time, so don't move," she said just above a whisper.

Slowly lowering down to her knees, she never took her eyes off of mine the whole way down. Unlike porn on the internet, I wanted to see. There was no way I was going to look off into space with my head back and mouth open. I kept my eyes locked on my little sister, who was now on her knees, with her huge tits pressed into my legs. It wasn't something I was prepared for, and it took my breath away. She looked stunning. Her small hands were barely able to wrap around my girth as she started to rub up and down my shaft—her eyes, deep green piercing into mine, saying one thing. Once I do this for you, you are mine. I couldn't have stopped her if I wanted to. I was mesmerized by the way she wanted nothing else but me. Finally, she opened her mouth and started to take me in. I would love to tell you she sucked my cock like a pro, but it was far from the truth. She struggled with what to do. Only to just kept her mouth open as she slid me in and out. Her lips barely touched my shaft, with the occasional teeth scrape as she took about three inches into her mouth.

"Move your tongue around while you keep it in your mouth," I whispered. To which she tried but still failed miserably.

"I'm sorry," she said as she pulled me from her mouth. "This is so embarrassing."

"No, you're doing great," I said quickly, not wanting her to feel bad. It's hard to say no to a blowjob even a bad blowjob was better than nothing, but I was getting close. This was becoming painful after the sixth scrape of her teeth. I had to figure something out. "I got it," I said as I just invented the wheel. "Act like it's a popsicle."

"You think that would work?" She asked, looking at me for reassurance and unsure herself.

"It's worth a shot. Just don't bite it." I sounded not real sure.

As she started this time, you would have thought she switched with someone else. Instead, she worked up and down my shaft, sucking and licking, making a loud pop as she pulled the head out of her mouth.

"Do you like it?" She asked with a big smile on her face, knowing she was doing better.

"Oh yes, baby, I love it. You are amazing." Baby? Where the hell did that come from, I thought, as she went back to work. Now getting the hang of it, she moved her hand up and down as she continued her popsicle moves. "Oh baby, yes, that feels so good, don't stop."

" Mmmm mmmm," she moaned and started to pick up her pace.

It wasn't long before the sensation in my balls let me know this would be quicker than I wanted. I was about to cum.

"Baby, I'm about to...to cum; I tried to warn her."

"Mmmm, Mmmm," she hummed and started to stroke me even faster.

It was sudden and fast. I started shooting rope after rope into her eager mouth. She immediately started to gag and cough while trying to keep up with the sudden and large volume of cum in her mouth. Each time she choked, it would shoot out of the corners of her mouth and down her chin. Finally, she just tried to keep her lips attached to the rim of my engorged head while stroking my shaft. She never slowed until the ultra-sensitivity kicked in, and I had to grab her head to stop her from moving anymore.

My legs were like jelly, my head was spinning, and I couldn't find my balance. I needed to sit down and quickly. My eyes were twitching and trying to close on me. What the hell is going on, I thought, as I stumbled back and fell onto the bed. I laid there for what felt like an hour as I tried to catch my breath. When I finally opened my eyes and sat back up, I saw her expression blank and non-revealing. My stomach instantly started doing somersaults as the guilt washed over me.

"Are you ok?" I asked quickly and with panic in my voice. She didn't look good, she had cum running down her chin, and huge globs of it stuck to her large mounds on her chest. The rest created a small puddle in the valley of her thighs as she sat back on her heels.

"Did you like it? Did l do a good job? Are you mad? I'm sorry I couldn't swallow it all; it was just so much. I'll do better next time, I promise." She said fast and nervously.