As I stared my sister down, daring her silently to turn away, I saw her cheeks flush. She knew that I was telling her that I wanted to fuck her with this look. And then, surprisingly, she gave the same look back to me. Smiling, I reached out my hand and took hers in mine and gave a gentle but strong squeeze. Rheta’s eyes widened before seeming to gloss over as she turned her head to look at her hand suddenly. But the movement seemed too jerky; had I just made her have a mini-orgasm?
“See,” I said when she finally looked back up to me, “nothing but the love we have for each other, sister dear.” Turning back to my dinner and taking a bite, I continued through my half-filled mouth. “So, movie date with me and Mom Friday night?”
“Yes,” she said in a sort of awed whisper, like she was saying more to just Friday night.
“Excellent,” Mom said, bringing my attention back to her. “Now that that’s settled, about actual Christmas.” From there the conversation was a normal family conversation. No hidden agendas or desires, just discussing what we wanted to do for the holidays and wishful thinking about presents.
After dinner, I went back upstairs and forced myself to do some homework. Now that all the pieces were in place, I had to do my part and prepare. By not jerking off for the next two days. Considering how excited I was about Friday night, that was a tall order. Thankfully, my homework was challenging enough to keep me occupied for the night and I fell asleep fairly early (compared to usual) at 10:45.
When I woke the next morning, I again had to force myself not to rub one out. My morning wood was just begging for attention and I had to picture a gay orgy of guys in their 80s to finally settle down enough. But all that effort was for naught when I came downstairs and saw Mom in her silk kimono that only came down to the middle of her thigh. She was alone, standing at the sink as she looked out the window to the backyard, and she was visibly vibrating.
Walking up to her and giving her a kiss from behind on the cheek, I said good morning, causing her to crumple into the counter. If I didn’t know better, I’d say that she was having an orgasm, but the fact that she was being uncharacteristically quiet, was almost enough to disprove this notion. But when she turned to look at me, I saw the dreamy, far-off look in her eyes, as well as the flush of her skin and I knew that she’d just had a rather substantial climax. Regaining her composure slightly, Mom returned my cheek kiss before ushering us both to the table on somewhat shaky legs. “Morning, baby. You’re up earlier than usual,” she said once we’d sat.
“Ya, I went to bed a little early last night after I did some homework. Are you alright; you seem jumpy this morning and you’re looking a little flushed.” I wanted to know what had gotten her so worked up this morning that my simple greeting had caused her to finish so dramatically. Plus seeing her squirm was a nice little payback for all the times growing up that she’d done the same thing to me.