“But mooom,” whines Ella over our admittedly off-key singing, “I’m not a little girl anymore!”
Setting the huge cake in front of Ella, dad smiles and bends down to kiss her lovingly on the cheek. “You’ll always be our little girl, sweetheart... whether you’re eight, or eighteen, or forty-eight. Now make a wish, and maybe it’ll come true.”
Put on the spot, Ella hurriedly looks around the table for inspiration – and coming to me, her eyes narrow for a split-second in seething anger. Leaning down, she promptly blows out all eighteen candles in one impressive lungful of air... and as curling wisps of light grey smoke drift up towards the ceiling, I get the sneaking suspicion that her birthday wish is for her poor big brother to drop dead!
“Uh, sis, so what did you wish for?” I ask nervously.
Ella grins slyly as dad removes the cake for slicing. “Oh, but if I told you that, Tommy... then it couldn’t come true!”
Ah, crap!
Chapter Four
After cleaning up from dinner, as is tradition for our family we all vote and decide that that the best thing to do on a cold, dark, and stormy spring night... is to watch a movie together in the living room. And, since it’s Ella’s big birthday, she naturally gets to pick which movie.
Which I immediately sense is going to be a bad idea.
Throwing herself into her usual seat – the right side of an old three-seater sofa directly across from the big flatscreen – Ella blurts out, “The Break-Up!”
Collapsing beside Ella on the left side of the same sofa, I clench my jaw. “No bleeping way, sis.”
“Yes way! It’s totally funny, right? Not to mention it’s exactly the kind of movie you deserve.”
“If we go by what you deserve, then how about Castaway?”
Ella glares at me. “You little prick!” she whispers. “I shoulda let Madison keep on banging half the school behind your back.”
“Mooom,” I whine, “Ella’s trying to rub in me and Madison’s break up!”
With her head stuck inside a tall cabinet where we keep blankets, mom holds up a cautionary finger behind her back and waggles it blindly at Ella. “Now now, sweetheart... be nice. It’s your pick tonight, but don’t go out of your way to provoke your brother.”
“Me? Not like he didn’t provoke me first,” mutters Ella under her breath.
Mom turns around cradling a huge blanket in her arms. “Mmm, what was that?” she asks, tossing the blanket onto the reclining loveseat where she and dad usually sit. It’s to the right and slightly forwards of the big sofa, at an angle towards the screen.
“Eh, nothing mom,” answers my sister with a sigh. “I guess I’ll think of something else.”
“That’s good, sweetie. You want a blanket too? It’s a bit chilly in here.”
As if only then reminded of the ambient temperature, Ella hugs both arms across her chest and shivers. She’s only wearing a T-shirt and a thin pair of stretchy leggings, while I’m wearing my warm gym sweat suit from school. Girls never seem to dress right for the occasion!
“Yeah, I think I will, mom. Freaking cold in here tonight. Gimmie the big orange one, ’kay?”
Mom hunts around and then hums to herself. “Actually, sweetie, the hem on that one needs repair. All that’s left is the blue one... unless you want this wool one hand-knitted by your grandma?”
“Ugh. You know what wool does to me. The fluffy blue one will be fine.”
In the end, Ella settles on one of the Twilight flicks – the one where Bella marries Edward. Not exactly the kind of fare our parents are normally into, but unlike Ella and me, they haven’t already seen it three times.
Dimming the lights, I begin the movie as mom and dad put their feet up and snuggle close under their shared blanket, while Ella smothers herself up to her neck in a blue cocoon – ensuring that she leaves as much empty sofa between us as humanly possible.
Guess I know where I stand!
About fifteen minutes into the movie, I begin to realize that the raging storm outside is indeed making the house feel rather cold and clammy – and with all my blood going to digestion, my fingers and toes are icy. Shivering, I reach across the sofa and grab the edge of the fuzzy blue blanket, attempting to wrench it away from my sister.
“Fuck off,” whispers Ella, refusing to relinquish even a corner.
“I’m cold,” I hiss back. “Gimmie half.”
“You know it’s not big enough for the two of us.”
“Is so!”
“Is not, you insensitive prick!”
“Mooom,” I whine at a louder volume, “I’m cold and Ella won’t let me have half the blanket.”
Mom glances back at us. “Ella. Share with your brother.”
“What? No way, mom! It’s not big enough to go all the way across the sofa!”
“Then for goodness’ sake, Ella, use your head and don’t sit so far apart!”
“What!” she screeches. “No way I’m getting any closer to him.”
Dad twists around with a look of annoyance etched on his face. “Ella. You’re eighteen now. Be mature and do as your mother asks. Sitting closer to your brother isn’t going to kill you.”
“You can’t know that for certain,” she mutters in reply.
I grin smugly at my sister as she grudgingly unwraps herself and slides over to the middle seat. Truth be told, I’m not exactly interested in sitting closer to Ella either – but a victory is a victory.
Clearly unhappy, Ella carelessly throws the blanket right over my head.
“Oooh, it’s so nice and warm in here,” I coo playfully. “Wonder where this was last touching?”
My sister yanks the blanket back off my head. “Don’t be gross,” she chastises.
With Ella still maintaining as much distance between us as possible, the already undersized blanket is barely able to cover the left half of my body – and over the next ten minutes, it gradually creeps even further back onto my sister. With a painful cramp forming in my thigh from trying to hold myself in an awkward half-leaning position, I eventually decide enough is enough.
“That’s it,” I proclaim. “If you’re gonna hog the blanket, then I’m putting my feet up.”
Ella turns her head slowly. “Did you say something? Or is the wind blowing louder outside?”
“Ha ha. I’m getting a Charlie horse in my calf. I gotta put my feet up, and the only place is where you’re sitting.”
“Not on my lap you don’t! And I’m not giving up my warm blanket.”
“Then just get in front of me and we’ll share. Probably be warmer that way anyways.”
“What? You wish, jerkwad!”
“Mooom,” I call out again.
Without even waiting for the reason of my complaint, mom sighs and says with palpable irritation, “Ella, honey, I know tonight isn’t want you wanted it to be... but please don’t be difficult.”
“But—”
“Didn’t you want to watch the movie? I can’t hear a thing they’re saying with you two going on like a pair of spoilt little kids back there. Just do what your brother wants.”
“Oh, come on!” screeches Ella. “This is so frickin’ unfair it’s criminal!”
“Ella. Language.”
Grumbling something about this being the ‘worst birthday ever,’ Ella scooches forwards and I quickly pull my long legs up onto the cushion behind her back. Sliding along the sofa until I’m lying on my side, with my head using the left armrest like a pillow and my feet on the far right, for a minute Ella tries to lean back while maintaining her upright position – but eventually gives in and mimics my position a few inches away on her side, and then wraps the blue blanket around the two of us tightly.
“See? Isn’t this better?” I whisper in Ella’s ear while twirling a finger in a lock of her blonde hair.
“Warmer, yes. Better, no. I’m still mad at you, Tommy, so don’t you go trying any of your annoying tricks on me... because I ain’t taking your shit tonight, no matter wha
t mom an’ dad seem to think.”
“Okay, Ella. But I’ve already told you how very sorry I am for earlier. Plus the Castaway comment. I was just upset at losing Madison after we’d been together for so long... and learning that you were the cause only seemed to make it that much worse. I lashed out, and it was wrong, and I’m truly sorry for upsetting you. So don’t fall off the front of the sofa on my account.”
After a lengthy pause, Ella sighs and snuggles a little closer to me, allowing our body heat to merge. “Tommy, you do realize I wasn’t the actual cause, right? Madison being a total manipulative slut was the cause.”
“I... I know. I’m just finding it hard to wrap my head around what you said. But I’m sure I will.”
“Let me know when that happens, so I can stop hating you. Although, you shoulda seen the photos Bree dug up on Instagram... utterly appalling what she gets up to, I tell you.”
“Um... you still got those? Might provide... closure.”
Ella snorts. “Yeah, right. Anyways, shush it, because the good part’s coming up.”
I don’t recall exactly which scene she’s referring to, but five minutes later Bella and Edward are kissing naked in the water... and a few minutes after that, they’re making love in bed. And, despite the scene being far from graphic, recalling my earlier fantasy about Madison causes certain unavoidable physical reactions to occur.
Ella’s butt is unfortunately in the general region of my crotch, and as that physical reaction pushes out the stretchy front of my sweat pants further and further, I feel my sister’s body abruptly grow tense.
“Uh, Tommy... that better not be what I think it is,” she hisses.
“Sorry sis,” I whisper back, intensely embarrassed by my body’s automatic response to arousing imagery. “It’s just that whole sex scene... and you were moving around a bit... it’s kinda like an unavoidable thing for a guy.”
“God, you boys can be so disgusting. Just get rid of it – now!”
I snort. “Yeah, I would, but you’re like right up against me! And it’s not like it’s gonna go down all on its own. You’ll just have to live with it for a bit longer.”
With a weary sigh, Ella twists her head around and looks me in the eye. “Look, Tommy. You ain’t getting my blanket all to yourself, so stop trying so damn hard to get rid of me.”
“I swear to God I’m not doing that, Ella. I truly can’t help what’s happening!”
“Then... what’s it gonna take?”
I pause, expecting there to be a punchline. But Ella actually seems to be asking this question without hint of sarcasm, so I take my time to think of an answer. Nearly nineteen years of virginity combined with raging teenage hormones, the insult of Madison’s breakup, the fresh memory of Ella’s sumptuous side-boob, and not in least sexy Bella wandering around on-screen in skimpy lingerie and bikinis, all have some part of me thinking very inappropriate thoughts about the nearest available female.
Thoughts I could never, ever act upon... not just because of the obvious issues with our relationship, but because Ella would never in a million years let me do anything!
But, what if I could push thing just a teeny tiny bit? It feels like I’m going to literally explode if I don’t find some kind of outlet for my mounting stresses, and I don’t think it would take too much boundary-pushing to make me feel a whole lot better about my otherwise depressing situation.
I decide to float a clearly inappropriate idea, fully expecting it to be rejected. “Maybe if I rub it a bit, it might go down.”
Ella snorts at the same time that mom and dad laugh at something on-screen. “Seems more likely that would keep it up, don’cha think?”
“Look, do you have a dick? ’Cuz I do, and I know how it works.”
“Yeah... I’ve seen the stains on the shower curtain proving that.”
I merely grunt in response. I’m pretty sure I always wash those off... don’t I?
For the next few minutes, Ella returns to watching the movie in complete silence, and as the storm continues raging outside, I figure the matter is closed. A bad joke best forgotten by all. Probably for the best.
But then, she whispers words I would never in my wildest dreams expect to hear.
“Well, fine then. Do whatever you have to do.”
Chapter Five
Shocked, my brain repeats her statement over and over again, analyzing it for tone and sentence structure. Did I really just hear my sister correctly? Did hell just freeze over; should I check outside for paragliding porcine? Or, might Ella still be angry enough with me to be beyond caring what I do with myself? Whatever the reason, I would be a fool to ignore such an invitation, but I’m cautious enough to be suspicious and know that I’ll need to take things very slow.
Quickly angling my groin up against Ella’s curvy ass, I begin hunching my hips ever so slightly, sliding the hard bulge of my erection back and forth over my sister’s plump ass.
Ella sucks in a surprised breath of air and leans away from me. “Hey! I thought you meant with your hand, not actually on me!” she hisses emphatically.
Oops. “So... you’d rather have my hand against your butt? There’s not much room down there, you know.”
This time it’s my sister’s turn to pause. “Touché. I don’t want your grubby hands anywhere near my butt. But you can’t just go and rub on me either, because that’s like totally and utterly wrong, and you damn well know it.”
“But what’s the harm if we’re both dressed?”
Ella contemplates my logic for several beats. “Huh. I suppose there really is nothing that wrong with it, at least as long as we both got our clothes on. Just hurry it up, okay? The idea’s already kinda creeping me out.”
Ella relaxes, and while keeping a cautious eye on mom and dad, I continue hunching against my sister’s warm body for a while longer. However, before I really get anywhere, my raging hard erection begins to ache painfully from being forced to bend at a bad angle in the cramped confinement of my underwear.
“Ella,” I whisper, “my underwear’s way too tight and it’s kinda making me go numb down there. Is it okay if I take it out?”
My sister’s head spins around. “You mean take out your, your... thingie?” she gasps, not willing to say the word. “Certainly not! What are you, some kind of pervert?”
“Of course not... but I don’t know what else to do! It’s really hurting me, Ella. C’mon – you know me!”
“Yeah... that’s kinda the whole problem,” she mutters.
“Look, you just said there’s nothing wrong with it if we’ve got our clothes on, so that means it should still be fine so long as you’ve got clothes on. Right?”
Ella whines to herself unhappily. “I suppose you’re right... but it’s a fine line, and don’t you dare go making a sticky mess of my tights. This is my favorite pair.”
My heart skips a beat. Was she actually contemplating that I might shoot a load on her ass? If only I didn’t think she’d literally kill me for even trying!
Fumbling under the blanket in a kind of incredulous daze, I push the elastic front of my sweatpants and tight briefs down to just below my balls, freeing my painfully hard erection from its prison and allowing it to thrust out almost perfectly straight from my groin – straight towards the soft flesh of my sister’s curvy ass. Frantically drawing Ella’s body closer to mine before she can change her mind, my circumcised cock bends up and glides along the shallow groove between her leggings-clad buttocks... our bodies now separated by nothing more than a single layer of extremely thin fabric.
Well, and also her panties, but who’s counting?
Even still, my heart is pounding so hard in my chest I can barely hear the movie soundtrack, and feel like I might pass out from the rush of blood filling my head!
Hunching back and forth against Ella’s ass very slowly and quietly so as to not alert our parents to any usual behavior, before long my sister actually wiggles her butt experimentally, wedging my cock tighter into the cra
ck.
“So, ah... Tommy... your, uh, thingie feels pretty damn big back there...”
A proud thrill courses through my veins – along with a gush of thick precum that oozes from the end of my cock. “Well, I’ve never had any complaints from the ladies,” I whisper back.
Ella giggles quietly. “Yeah, because there haven’t been any ladies!”
“Statement still stands.”
“Uh huh. But it’s kinda feeling a bit damp back there, bro. You’re not making a mess of me, now are you?”
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