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The Great Recession Ch. 01

By: femmehound



Author's Note: This first chapter will not please everyone. It is a multi-chapter sibling romance erotica novel, not blatant written porn. The sex scenes will definitely come but only when the characters are truly ready for them. I hope you enjoy the story as much as I'm enjoying writing it for you. All characters are over the age of 18. Comments are always welcome and encouraged.

I'd definitely like to give a very special thanks to ArilynWriter who has been a brilliant and extremely encouraging editor as well as Benji4lyf who has also been very encouraging of my work. 

*****

The recent recession in 2008 took its toll on families all across the country. Some were affected only a little while others lost their homes, their savings, and their entire livelihoods. My family was affected in a peculiarly different way by the downturn from most though. The economic difficulties that we faced together brought us closer and made us more loving than ever before. But, here I am getting ahead of myself...

My name is Jerry Marson, a 28-year old professional photographer struggling to keep my studio business afloat even before the recession began. Unfortunately, studio photography is not a basic necessity in life for most people, so it didn't take long to know the end was near once the economy turned sour. That didn't make the phone call I had to make any easier though. I held out as long as possible, draining every resource I had until there was absolutely nothing left to give. Finally, at that moment, I knew it was time.

"Lizzie?" I asked when the other line picked up. "Hey sis, it's Jerry. How you been?" I tried to sound as upbeat as I could knowing all too well how worried Lizzie could get when her younger siblings were in trouble.

"I had a pretty strong feeling I'd be hearing from you soon," she chuckled sympathetically. There was no hiding from her, no matter how hard I tried. "Things turned that bad for you, huh?"

"Worse," I hated to admit while standing at the end of the driveway to my late parents' house. "I received the eviction orders this morning. Could you come out and help me with a few bags? I'm out front; cab just dropped me off."

"Aw sweetie," she had never been chastising no matter what any of us younger siblings got ourselves into. Just a caring ear that I needed most during the lowest moments of life since the day I had left home. Lizzie had always been the mother hen for each of us after mom came down sick with the cancer. When dad passed on as well due to heart failure and heart break from losing his 40-year plus high school sweetheart, Lizzie was left as trustee to the house. Though she lived there full time, rules were in the trust deed that any of us could go home whenever we needed to. Rules or not, Lizzie would never have turned us away anyway. "I'll be right out sweetie." 

Within moments she was out the front door and walking briskly through the yard toward me. I couldn't help but smile when I saw her coming; it had been way too long between visits, and she had always been one of my favorite sisters. I just couldn't get over watching her as she ran across the front yard toward me in excitement that I was actually there. 

Now, allow me to state that my oldest sister at thirty-five wasn't exactly what I'd call a goddess in the world's definition of beauty. That is to say, she'd never win a Miss Universe pageant or anything. Still, she could definitely turn a lot more heads than she ever had given herself credit for; waist-long straight brown hair that she forever held together by a scrunchie half-way down, cheeks speckled with the cutest little freckles, and modest feminine curves that hinted at sexy in all the right places. She was neither anorexic nor overweight, just enough of a tummy to add that extra layer of reality that shot her right up to the top of my personal sexiness scale. 

In hindsight I'll admit that my attraction to my sister had been lifelong. She wasn't the only sister that I thought was sexy either. I loved all five of my sisters and would die to protect any one of them if I had to. On the flip side though, I was also all too aware that they were beautiful in their own rights, each having their own set of attractive assets that my male hormones refused to ignore; especially my older sisters. It was a feeling that had torn me up with guilt for years throughout my youth, until I finally just accepted it and figured that as long as I kept it to myself, they'd be perfectly happy that I enjoyed their hugs so much.

"I'm so sorry to hear it, Jerry," she exclaimed pushing up on her tip toes to wrap her arms around my neck in a loving sisterly embrace. She was tall for a woman with those long sexy legs, but I still held the height advantage by a few inches. I dropped my bags and wrapped my arms around her in return, guiltily reveling in the intoxicating sensation of her chest squeezed against mine way more than a brother should. I loved hugging my sisters. 

"Look on the bright side though," she smiled at me, letting herself down from her tip toes and holding my arms at length, "...I don't have to live alone anymore. My little brother's here to keep me company." Though I would probably have been crazy jealous, like I was when my second oldest sister married, I had always felt some unfortunate guy in the world had missed out on a lottery opportunity with Lizzie. She could have been a perfect housewife, and would have made a beautiful bride. Instead she had been too dedicated to our parents until dad died five years back, and now she was too dedicated to all six of us younger ones to even think of finding a serious male partner for herself. Sometimes in my fantasies I had toyed with the idea that she was still a virgin, though I doubted it seriously.

Laughing heartily, I grabbed the biggest of my bags while she took my photography equipment. Seeing Lizzie so excited to have me there made me second guess my decision to hold out as long as possible. 'Definitely should have moved home a long time ago,' I thought to myself watching her flowery skirt bounce and sway with her hips toward the door ahead of me. 'A definite improvement to the scenery in my life, and it's just her and me.' Immediately several dirty thoughts of what I'd like to do to her given the chance came into mind. 

Inside my parents' four-bedroom house, I had my pick between the empty bedroom where the youngest three girls used to sleep, and mine and Tom's old room that had been converted into an office years ago. There was Lizzie and Becky's old room as well, but there wasn't a bed in it; Lizzie now occupied the master. The girls' room was still a soft pink and held two twin size beds, while the office now had a pull-down double. Besides, the computer was already hooked up there and I would need it far more than my sister would. Of course I'd need it for work, but even more I'd need it for sexual relief via internet porn. I hadn't been home all of an hour yet and my eyes were already struggling to behave themselves.

"Dinner time, Jerry," she called to me shortly after I had settled in and put all my things away. I opened the door and inhaled the aroma that drifted into my room with orgasmic pleasure. Cooking was definitely Lizzie's specialty. No one in the world could leave a house smelling so delicious as far as I was concerned and she made my favorite in honor of my arrival: home-made lasagna. 

"Mm-hmmm, I love my big sister!" I shouted happily hurrying down the hallway. Either my presence in the house just made her particularly joyful, or she just really liked the comment, as she was beaming brightly while serving my plate at the table.

"I love you too, Jerry. Welcome home sweetie."

*****

Though the reasons I had ended up back at home were less than stellar, quite honestly I didn't think life could have been more perfect during those first few weeks. It was definitely different from the crowded closeness that I had experienced as a kid when we all lived there. Lizzie kept me well fed and snappily dressed, my clothes always ironed and laid out for my photography gigs and pitches. Seriously, who needs a wife or a girlfriend when they have a hot big sister to look out for them?

Having few responsibilities other than mowing the yard, making my bed, changing the occasional light bulb and taking out the trash left me with a lot of free time as well. Time spent studying the intricate details of her skirt hems, particularly while she was vacuuming, or doing other work that required a lot of bending and moving. I had spent hours doing the same with her and Becky when I was younger and it never got old for me. I knew if I paid close enough attention, my corrupt mind would eventually be rewarded. The continuous thought of it kept my soldier at attention for hours until I would rush to my room and fantasize about her hidden feminine treasures.

Life was damn near perfect for those first few weeks, and I would have done anything to keep it that way. It was almost like having the perfect live-in girlfriend except perhaps for the lack of making out and sex; that only happened in my imagination every night. Unfortunately though, I wasn't the only one who needed to come back home.

"Looks like we're receiving company," Lizzie popped her head into my room while I was busily adjusting one of the latest shots on my outdated copy of Photoshop. It was a wedding picture and to be quite honest, the bride just didn't look very radiant. It wasn't my camera's fault; the poor woman was homely, plain and simple. Still, I had a few Photoshop tricks up my sleeve that I thought could improve things, but it was turning out to be tricky.

"Oh?" I turned to her a bit frustrated with my results and a little concerned as to who she might be talking about. After all, not everyone in my family was quite so easy to live with as Lizzie. There was a reason why I had moved away as soon as possible to begin with and I really hoped I wouldn't have to see him ever again. "Who's coming?"

Lizzie walked into the room and plopped down on the bed behind me. I could tell the news was rough; she always worried about her 'young ones' to an extent that I thought it might make her sick someday. I decided to save my file on the computer and turn my full attention to my sister; she obviously needed me.

"Well... it's Becky actually," there were tears forming in her eyes that she wiped away with a finger. "Turns out her soon-to-be ex was actually sleeping around with his secretary," she explained. Immediately my inner anger was reaching for the roof. I had never liked the asshole she had married anyway and now he was hurting my very favorite sister of all. There was murder in my eyes.

I was just about to demand the keys when Lizzie continued. "Worse though," she was sobbing uncontrollably which made it very slow and difficult to find out what could possibly be so worse. I was ready to go tear out the guts of that heartless son of a bitch and now she said there was something worse? "He actually ran off with the tramp yesterday. Completely emptied out their bank accounts and everything."

"That Mother fucker!" I jumped to my feet, my anger exploding outwardly before cringing as Lizzie's face jumped up to mine, scolding me painfully with her big brown eyes. No matter how mad she might get, she never approved of foul language under any circumstance; part of that mother hen syndrome I guess. 

"I wouldn't exactly put it so distastefully," her words were marked as she eyed me down, but quickly softened, "but I agree with you. Seems he's been planning this out for months though; hasn't even paid the house payment in nearly a year. Becky just received a 48-hour foreclosure notice earlier today." I winced upon hearing the news. I could only imagine the horror she was living through at that moment. 

"Can I have the keys to the car?" I asked holding out my hand to her. Lizzie sighed and wiped a few more tears from her face. She then dug into her apron and pulled out the keys. 

"She really needs you, Jerry. She asked specifically for you to go get her." Lizzie handed me the keys. "Just be careful. It'll probably be dark by the time you get there, so don't try to come back tonight if you're too tired." 

I took the keys immediately and threw on my shoes without a second thought to the work I needed to finish. The bride in the picture be damned; she was homely, there was just nothing I could do about it right now. Becky, on the other hand, was the closest in age to me out of all my sisters, less than a full year older and consequently we had been the very closest as kids - before that asshole, Chris, had stolen her away from me shortly after high school. 

The drive down to Becky's place was just over three hours so it was definitely nightfall by the time I got there. The lights were on throughout the house but there wasn't a car in sight. I rang the bell but got no answer though I did find the front door was unlocked. Carefully venturing in, I peeked around the disaster that had once been my sister's home. Evidently things had either gotten physical between them or she was taking this extremely rough; there was hardly an object in its rightful place.

The pictures had all fallen from the walls and there were smashed dishes all over the kitchen floor. The big screen TV had a golf club through the screen as well. 'Remind me never to piss off Becky,' I thought while searching the house for her. In the middle of what I assumed had been a study I found her small frame trembling and tossed on the floor, her dirty blonde waves covering her sobbing face while her glasses were clutched in her hand. My heart broke just looking at her so torn up.

All around her were shredded papers, a few clothes strewn every which way and mountains of books; tons and tons of romance books. Becky had always been the romantic bookworm of the family, her nose buried in some love triangle or other constantly. I had often suspected that her marriage was more the idea of fulfilling the romance stories she loved so much than it was being truly in love. The guy was an asshole since the first day I met him thirteen years prior, but then again I had been crazy jealous that he took my favorite sister away. 

"Hey there princess," I announced my presence when she failed to notice me, bending down beside her and slowly caressing the back of her head. Slowly the sobbing faded as she raised her head, strands of tangled matted hair covering those beautiful aqua-blue eyes that always fascinated me. She didn't say a word but scrambled to her knees and threw her arms around my neck in a tight embrace that buried her face into my chest.

"I knew you would come," she whispered holding me tightly like I might slip through her fingers at any moment. "I just knew you would." I continued caressing her hair and held her close to me.

"I'm here for you beautiful. Don't worry; I'm always going to be here for you." We stayed in that position for the better part of an hour as she cried her woes out in my arms. 

Finally she seemed to dry up and I thought perhaps she had cried herself to sleep. I wrapped my arms under her legs and lifted her up very gently with me; she responded immediately with a death grip around my neck, but nothing I couldn't handle. "Thank goodness you've always been so light," I muttered lifting the petite featherweight and walking her into the main bedroom, not meaning to say it out loud, but it had a good effect nonetheless as I heard a slight giggle amongst the whimpering sobs.

She raised her head to see where she was and upon spotting the bed that had once represented her marriage, she flinched away and clung even harder onto me. "No, no, Jerry," she whimpered. "Not that bed. Please, I can't stand to be in this house another minute. Just take me home with you, please?" 

My heart fell upon hearing those words. I absolutely hated to see her in such heartache even more than I hated driving three hours when I was already tired. Becky needed me to get her out of there immediately though and I wasn't going to let her down. Still carrying her like a small child who had fallen asleep in my arms, I walked her out to Lizzie's car and set her in the passenger's seat. 

When I turned to go back inside, she grabbed my hand. "Don't leave me, Jerry," she begged. "You can't leave me. I'm begging you."

"I'm just going to grab some quick basics for you," I told her making sure she was settled in. "Once you're safe at home, I'll return tomorrow to get everything else out of the house before the foreclosure." She nodded up at me, her blue eyes twinkling from the tears as she slowly let go.

"Don't be long, Jerry. Please? I really don't care about anything in that house anymore. They can take it all, really." I smiled at her and bent forward to kiss her forehead which made her smile in return. "But, if you are going back in, could you grab some of my books for me at least?"

Rushing quickly through the house, as I didn't want to leave her alone any longer than necessary, I started to think that maybe she had intended to leave it all. Things were disorderly everywhere and her clothes in particular had been strewn all across the floor. A lot of them had been torn and shredded in what must have been an amazing fit of rage. 

The only thing that was still in its place were a few skirts and tops on hangers toward the back of the closet. I decided that would be quickest to grab. There was also a pair of shorts that I grabbed off the floor nearby that were so narrow in the waist I couldn't believe she could possibly wear them; then again, she always did have the smallest frame of all the girls in the family.

I was darting for the front door, getting very concerned about leaving her alone when I stopped cold, realizing that I had nearly made a grave mistake. Setting aside the clothes for a moment, I ran back to her room and rummaged through the drawers on the floor, chuckling to myself at the irony. How many times had this very fantasy come floating into my head years before when she had lived with me? Now I was searching through Becky's panty drawer without even worrying about getting caught.

Finally finding a few pairs of panties nicely folded so I could be certain they were in fact clean and not torn, I grabbed those and then a couple of bras that were nearby. Of course, in my hurried state, I didn't even think to see if the panties and the bras were matching sets; after all, guys just don't think of those things. I also grabbed a few pairs of shoes from the closet; some tennis shoes and sandals. Finally, I wiped out an entire bookshelf of her books into a large trash bag and headed to the car once more with my stash. 

"Wow, you packed all of that so quickly?" she managed to giggle just a bit as I carefully placed everything in the back seat. She turned around in her chair being nosy about what all I had grabbed. "Oh geez. Course you grabbed all the skirts," she laughed seeing my selection and then she squeaked and blushed, covering her face with her hands when she saw me handling her panties. "Oh my lord, Jerry! You went through my underwear drawer too?"

I tossed the giant bag of books in and closed the back door, running around to the driver side. "It was either that or let you be drafty down there. You're lucky I remembered; damn near forgot them at first." Seeing that she was obviously in a bit better mood, I turned toward her as I started the car. "By the way, what's with all the training bras? I thought you were at least an A-cup by now."

Her jaw dropped open as she squealed, quickly covering her chest with her left hand while simultaneously beating my shoulder with her right. I laughed as I put the car in reverse, quite happy to see her in a much more active mood for the 3-hour ride home. After all, swearing to kill her little brother for teasing her was the Becky I had always known and loved so dearly.


The Great Recession Ch. 01



*****

We had arrived so late in the morning that we both just slept in our clothes on my bed. It was definitely an interesting, though not-at-all unpleasant, feeling to wake up with my favorite sister snuggled up against me like I was her giant teddy bear.

"Where are you going?" she asked groggily when I returned from the shower already fully dressed and drying my hair with a towel. She probably couldn't see me clearly anyway as her glasses were on the desk at the end of the bed. 

"To go get the rest of your stuff out of the house before it's too late," I smiled back, sitting on the bed to put on my shoes. She shot up immediately in the bed, wrapping her body against my back. I could easily feel that she had taken off her bra at some point in the night as her small coned breasts were poking right into my skin. I froze as all thoughts were suddenly redirected to that erotic and amazing sensation which caused an immediate reaction to my crotch. 'Not right now, not right now. It's not the time for this,' I thought to myself trying to mentally make my soldier stay asleep. Becky had always been the one sister that had the biggest effect on me.

"No, Jerry. I was serious last night," she put her hand over mine as if to interrupt putting my shoes on. I held my breath, her hand was less than inch from the quickly growing tent of my shorts and I was completely speechless. "I don't want any of it. Those skirts you grabbed for me are enough to start over with." She moved her hand along my leg, passing dangerously close to my now solid erection, and then slowly slid back onto her butt behind me, allowing me to finally breathe once more. "Those skirts are perfect; they can burn the rest for all I care."

With my wits finally returning, I felt like arguing the point with her as I didn't think it was a great idea personally. After all, the budget would be getting tight with three of us in the house and our funds shrinking; we could have sold everything in the house for some good money. Well, at least we could have sold the stuff she hadn't already broken. Still, she was adamant about it, so I didn't push the issue further. If losing those things meant she could heal faster, than I was willing to just let them go.

After just the first few weeks, I came to see that life shared with Becky was in so many ways even better than it had been with just Lizzie and me. For one thing, I didn't have to feel so bad leaving Lizzie by herself while I worked on the computer all the time. Secondly, I found out that I made a great teddy bear for someone that needs an extra bit of security while watching a movie, reading a book, or just taking a nap. Finally, and best of all, I was in heaven living with my two favorite sisters; the ones I had fantasized about the most throughout my life. Between the two of them I was turned on so much that I needed a release every few hours like clockwork.

Of course I kept those non-brotherly thoughts of my sisters completely to myself in my head; or I at least attempted to. I knew Becky was in a healing process and definitely needed me for support. Still, she didn't need to know just how much I enjoyed feeling her curled up beside me with her legs tucked under her pleated skirt and her head in my lap or on my shoulder. We had always been close before she got married, the very best of friends, but now she was inseparable from me, and I loved every minute of it.

Frequently I would have my arm around her small waist as well, rubbing her sides or her back. Every now and again I would give into temptation and 'accidentally' go too high, feeling the cupping material of her bra over her small breasts. The first couple of times she didn't pay any attention to it that I noticed, but then she started giggling when I would do it, grabbing my hand in hers and tucking it under her arm with our fingers interlocked. 

One afternoon Becky was leaning against me reading her books while I semi-watched a movie like normal. Lizzie was doing some form of cooking or cleaning in the other room. "I don't know why I ever thought to give this up to marry Chris," she set her book down on the floor and laid her head down in my lap dreamily. "Not when you've always been the sweetest guy I've ever known." She sighed and closed her eyes while I stroked her hair with one hand. "This is my heaven right here."

She looked so peaceful, and her words were so sweet that I felt a real pang of guilt at that moment for all the dirty thoughts that had been roaming in my head as I gazed over her body. I immediately stopped inching my hand up her side and just caressed her hair until she fell asleep. Once she was completely out, I adjusted her skirt to make sure it covered her small ass completely, undoing what had previously been almost an hour's worth of slow tedious work to almost expose. Even for my depraved mind, there were moments when I knew it was just best to behave.

*****

"We've got real trouble brewing," Lizzie came to me one afternoon a few weeks later while Becky was in the shower. I was certain she meant the money issues as the weekly food budget had started to run low. Our parents' trust fund that Lizzie relied on was paid by dividends which were increasingly drying up with the recession and my photography gigs turning sparse. Chris had never let Becky work a day in her life so she couldn't do much to help the situation either. Still, the look on Lizzie's face didn't seem like it was money; it looked like she was worried about one of her 'young ones' again.

"What's up, Lizzie?" I asked inquisitively, turning the mute on for the television show I had half-heartedly been watching while anxiously awaiting Becky's return. She was quickly becoming a drug for me; every moment she wasn't nearby I wanted her there even more.

Lizzie pulled up a chair and sat down in front of me, crossing her legs at the knees. As hard as I tried to focus only on her face, my eyes were immediately drawn to the hem of her skirt once more. I was fairly certain I could make out a small patch of light-colored panty fabric in the darkened shadows that was highly distracting to the conversation.

"Well, you already know how tight we are on money," she subconsciously pushed her skirt down a bit, covering my small window. "It's about to get a whole lot tighter though."

Things definitely weren't great for someone else in the family, I could tell. I just wondered who was going to join the house now, and prayed that it wasn't my younger brother Tom. Anybody except him. In fact, I would have rather not had anyone else at all come to the house. Things were just too perfect with my two beautiful sisters by my side. Becky and I in particular had never been closer.

"You remember that Charity and Tessa were sharing an apartment over by the college, right?" Lizzie explained. The door to the bathroom opened and Becky came out of the hallway completely dressed though her hair was still in a towel. 

"Which one's coming to stay?" I asked Lizzie with a chuckle turning to Becky. "Sounds like Tessa and Charity can't get along anymore so one of them is coming to live with us." Becky walked closer, taking a seat on the couch next to me. I could feel the warmth of her damp skin next to mine as she wrapped her arm around my elbow.

"Is that true?" she asked Lizzie who was grimacing while rubbing the back of her neck. "Tessa and Charity are actually fighting? I don't believe it."

"Actually not quite," she uncrossed her legs and leaned forward in her chair. My eyes went wide in amazement though it wasn't really because of what she said. I had seen her white panties flash quite easily that time. Subconsciously I tried to lean back a little on the couch to see if I could get another view but Becky's arm wrapped around mine didn't let me budge. "They're both coming to stay."

That snapped me out of my fleeting trance immediately. As it was we were barely keeping the bills paid; two more mouths and an extremely tighter space would take things to a whole other level of difficulty. Besides, I could only imagine how they were going to interrupt my time with Becky and Lizzie. Charity was calm enough in her own way; a musician who kept to herself and her music most of the time. Tessa on the other hand was a high-strung diva who, though absolutely dazzling to look at I'll readily admit, made life difficult for everyone at our house when we were younger. 'Still, at least it wasn't Tom,' I thought. 

"What happened?" Becky asked the inevitable and Lizzie explained that Tessa's drama scholarship committee decided to revoke the housing portion due to the lack of available donated funds from alumni in recent years. They were only going to cover her tuition and books starting immediately. The year prior Charity had already lost her apartment when the theatre she had started working for right out of college closed down so she had moved in with Tessa. Now they were both needing a place quickly.

"Guess I know what's on tomorrow's agenda for me then," I sighed and shrugged looking over at Becky. 

Becky grinned. "Aw, you big baby," she squeezed my cheek. "You know you love being the heroic brother that comes in to save your helpless sisters. Don't even pretend to fake it." I rolled my eyes, but couldn't help laughing. They weren't my favorites like Becky and Lizzie, but it would feel good to be the hero again.

Moving Tessa and Charity into the house took a lot more work than Becky's move had. For one they were the babies of the family and were used to having things their way, especially Tessa. Also, there were two flights of stairs to maneuver from their third-story apartment, which made me wonder how in the world they ever got so much stuff up there to begin with.

Charity's music room required professional movers which emptied out the little savings she had managed from odd summer gigs. She had an upright piano, a drum set, and a hodgepodge of other musical instruments and several large recording devices. Seriously, we could have put on an entire music studio with everything she had. That alone took up the only free bedroom left in the house and there was barely enough space to even make that work. 

On top of that, Tessa was a high maintenance girl; a nineteen-year old drama major who had even more costumes than she did clothes. My mind was going wild with the possibilities of her renaissance dresses, burlesque girl outfits, cheerleader uniforms, and an entire array of other sexy costumes that could easily be put to better use with my imagination. All in all she needed two entire closets just for her things including all the wigs she owned that had to be handled with extreme care. Truthfully, I could never see why she'd want to cover those beautiful chocolate swirls she naturally had but I guessed I just didn't understand the world of theatre drama. 

Charity was quite a bit more reserved in her wardrobe size but she was still a performer nonetheless. Aside from the normal every day clothes, she had a large collection of evening gowns that looked amazingly gorgeous, but were hard to find space for in the house and not get ruined. In the end, Becky had to move her few things into my closet to make space and even still most of Charity's dresses ended up being stored in there as well. 

"That music room took the last space," Lizzie told the four of us as we sat around the living room figuring out what the plan was from there. Up until that point we had been so preoccupied with moving things into the house, and finding space for them to fit, that no one had stopped to plan out who was sleeping where. 

I was exhausted from the work of the day and was ready to hit the sack, but I still couldn't help but admire the beautiful sight of my four sisters all together. My preferences still laid with Becky and Lizzie, but Tessa's tall slender build that made her large bust look top heavy and Charity's shoulder-length blonde curls together with an ass that could melt any guy's willpower were a very welcome addition to my depraved view. 'Damn,' I thought to myself as my eyes roamed over Tessa's impressive bosom, 'when did these two get to be so hot?'

"...that means four out of five are going to have to share rooms," Lizzie continued, looking straight at me with piercing eyes of obvious jealousy. She had held her own room in that house for almost ten years so I was sure she didn't really like the idea of giving that up. "Obviously Jerry being the only guy in the house will have to be the lucky one."

'Or not quite so lucky really,' I thought to myself, a foolish grin coming over my lips that I couldn't help but show. Sharing a bed with any one of those girls would have been a dream come true.

Tessa had her head slanted at me like she was a tigress ready to pounce. Her jealousy went to the core whenever someone else had what she wanted. She was used to taking all she could; not like Lizzie who was always willing to do whatever it took for the family, even if she didn't necessarily want to. "Look, he's even gloating about it too," she purposefully pointed out to everyone in the room. "You know, that's not really fair. He's a guy," she bounced up from her chair demanding everyone's attention. Her bouncing breasts definitely got mine. "Guys don't need much space at all. I think he should sleep on the couch and give this room up to one of us girls who really needs it."

With all the commotion and laughter in the room that she caused, I started to worry that the other girls might take her seriously though I was pretty sure Lizzie would never let that happen unless I openly volunteered it. Her laughing was just in good fun... I hoped. Still, I wanted to at least show them that I was willing to compromise as long as it meant not losing my room.

"Listen, if it's such a big deal," I shrugged holding my arms open while looking around the room. "I'll gladly share my room with someone." I was looking more toward Lizzie and Becky. "You're all my sisters; I'd make the sacrifice for any one of you without thinking twice about it." I turned to look straight at Tessa with a pointing glare. "...unlike some people, I know how to work as a team player." 

Charity and Tessa must have both considered my proposal absolutely absurd as they began snickering and laughing like I was the best comedian in the country. Even Lizzie broke down into a bit of a chuckle though she tried to hide it. 

"No way, no how dude!" Tessa took a step toward me, waving her finger back and forth. "Brother or not, you're still a guy and all guys are perverts; every single one of you." I felt a twinge of shame inside knowing that she was a lot more correct than she could even imagine. My eyes, after all, were only focusing on the flaunting cleavage she showed.

While the two younger girls continued laughing, Lizzie stopped and looked lovingly at me as if my supposed noble intentions had been the sweetest action she'd ever witnessed. My guilt must have been showing though she misinterpreted it as feeling bad for the insult from Tessa. Truth was I just didn't want to wind up on the couch; I never figured anyone would actually accept anyway.

Becky had been quiet the entire time though; her arms crossed as she followed the conversation. She hadn't laughed along with Tessa, nor did she speak up to defend me either. She had just stood there quiet as a mouse off to the side to the point I was startled when she spoke. "If you're serious, Jerry, I'll take your offer." The entire room was equally surprised as all four of us watched her walk softly across the living room to take a seat directly beside me on the couch. She crossed her arms again and glared at the two younger sisters as if she had just chosen the enemy's side in some mind game of tug-of-war. "I'd prefer it honestly."

Lizzie slowly broke into a smile as she watched Becky. I had no idea what was going on in Lizzie's head, but she slowly nodded as if this was some kind of affirmation she had been looking for to some unasked question. Tessa's initial shock didn't keep her quiet for long though. "Are you out of your frickin' mind? He's your brother, Becky! You can't sleep with him; that's just wrong!" 

"It's not like that, Tessa and you know damn fucking well it's not," Becky cocked her head at Tessa ignoring the concerned looks from Lizzie for her choice of words. She was obviously ready for this argument and all those years of marriage had taught her a thing or two about arguing. 

"Thing is," she shrugged, her voice growing softer as she spoke more to the group and not just Tessa. "...for twelve years I've had a man sleeping by my side. These past couple of months though, I haven't been able to sleep at night at all. But, I can fall straight to sleep when I'm next to Jerry on the couch. That's why I've been napping so much." 

She turned her attention to me and smiled. "He's kind of like a big teddy bear that just... makes all the pain go away." She turned back to Lizzie like she was pleading her case before a judge. "You understand what I mean, right?" 

Tessa and Charity were shocked and speechless, but Lizzie nodded and smiled. "Yeah, I guess I get it... So Becky will move into Jerry's room and Tessa and Charity will share her old one now. The matter's settled then." I knew it wouldn't be that simple, and I'm positive that Lizzie knew so as well. The way she said it though took center stage off this somewhat awkward moment just as she planned, I was certain.

Tessa raised her hands in highly dramatic style. "Whoa Lizzie. If one of us three girls gets a room to herself, it should definitely be me. I've got the most need after all... I have to study." Charity didn't take long to push her arguments in for the free room either.

By that point I completely drowned the three of them out and turned my attention to Becky. "Are you sure about this? I mean, I absolutely love the idea of sharing my room with you, but... are you really sure?" She smiled at me and sighed.

"I need my big teddy bear, Jerry," she scrunched her nose at me and giggled. "I already know how nice and snuggly you are, and," she paused looking down at her fingers as she played nervously with them. "...you've been the best therapy I could ever hope for since the day you rescued me." She looked back up at me, her eyes sparkling as she gazed into mine. My mixed emotions of amazement and concern must have been written on my face. Neither of us said a word for a few minutes, just looked at each other until she broke down and asked me "So will you let me move in? You did offer after all."

"First let me say," I was breathing a little heavy; my mind a confused mess, "I would love to share my room with you. Don't ever get me wrong. That morning when I woke up with you beside me was super amazing..." I paused, honestly fearful of myself. I knew deep inside that I would never be able to trust myself with her in my bed. She was my favorite and our closeness of late had even increased my sinful attraction toward her to a point that I knew I was losing control. I was going to end up doing something that I would regret; I just knew it.

She looked at me quite curiously. "But?" she mused suspecting there was something more.

"Well, truth is the bed's not that big..." I started which made her giggle.

"I'M not that big, Jerry." She shrugged her shoulders with her arms out wide. "Like five foot two here... hello. I won't exactly take up much space, I promise."

I shook my head nervously. "That's not what I meant Becky. I mean... there's going to be accidents. I can't exactly control where my hands go when I'm asleep you know. And..." it was my turn to blush now as I got quieter with each word. "You know, things happen to guys when they sleep. Things... you know... they stand up. I can't exactly control it."

Her smile turned into a flushed giggle. "Jerry..." she shook her head and leaned in really close, "honestly Jerry?" she continued in a whisper. "That's what you're worried about? I was married for twelve years, dear. I have a pretty good idea what happens when guys sleep." She then leaned even closer to where she was whispering directly into my ear. "As for your hands; you can't even control them when you're awake. You honestly think I haven't noticed that?"




The Great Recession Ch. 01



She sat back against the couch letting her fingers wander through the short curls of my brown hair. I swallowed hard as the truth of my wicked actions of late was tossed right back at me. The defiant look on her lips was playful though, not annoyed in the least. "It... it was an accident. I swear."

"Mmm hmmm, accidents sure do happen often then," her smile was beaming at me.

"I'm... I'm sorry," I lowered my head feeling completely horrible. I was worse than horrible; I was pathetic. My poor heartbroken sister, and I had taken advantage of her for a cheap thrill. "It was so wrong. I should never have..." I started whispering, but she suddenly placed her finger over my lips, stopping my words immediately as she leaned in close to me once more.

"Think about it Jerry. I'm the one asking to sleep next to you, and I'm very well aware of the risks your sweet caressing hands pose with that decision. Trust me, there's absolutely no need to be sorry," she leaned back once more winking at me as Lizzie turned toward us and began speaking so we could hear her.

"So it's settled then. Tessa and Charity will share the master bedroom and I'll move into the smaller one that Becky is leaving. You guys have figured out your arrangements for your room, right?"

I couldn't speak, my lips still in utter shock as I was assimilating what Becky had said. Did she really mean what I thought she said? Becky bounced forward on the couch nodding her head enthusiastically. "Yeah Lizzie," she wrapped her arm through my elbow like she did quite frequently which got a confused look from Tessa and looked directly into my eyes. "I think we've talked about everything that needs to be touched on for now. The rest can be worked out as we go along."

Lizzie was watching me closely, but I must have been in a complete daze; so much so that Becky had to elbow me to get my attention. "And you're okay with this arrangement too Jerry?" Lizzie asked me directly as if giving me the perfect moment to back out if I ever so desired. 

A slow foolish grin spread across my lips. "Oh yeah, I'm definitely good with it."

*****

Becky and I lowered the bed down and then she grabbed some things from the closet, excusing herself for a moment to the bathroom to get ready for bed. Just moments after she disappeared, Lizzie popped her head into the doorway. "Jerry, mind if I talk with you for a moment?"

"Sure sis," I stopped halfway through taking my shirt off and pulled it back down into place. "What's up?"

She walked quickly up to me and threw her arms around me in a big hug, sending erotic tingling sensations through my body as her breasts once more squished against me. "I think it's so wonderful how you've been an absolute darling with Becky. Her emotional recovery really has been quick these past couple of months and it's all thanks to you. I just know it is."

I smiled at her and shrugged. "Just doing what any good brother would do I guess?" My conscious was eating at me with every word I spoke. No 'good' brother would have ever tried to feel his sister up after all; then again, she did seem to like it if I hadn't misunderstood her entirely.

"Nah," she shook her head. "It takes a very special brother to do all that you do for her. She's so lucky to have you; we all are really." I hugged her again and thanked her. "I am a little worried about one small thing though," she continued while we were in mid-embrace. "I mean, I haven't had that many relationships to know for sure, but I think when a woman recovers from such a nasty breakup so quickly like Becky has, it's usually because she's rebounding isn't it?"

I slowly pushed Lizzie away, looking curiously at her. "What do you mean exactly?" 

"Maybe it's just nothing really," she shrugged, looking away from me down at the floor. "But, the way Becky looks and acts around you, sometimes I can't help but think she might be rebounding onto you a bit." 

"You mean like, you think she might be falling in love with me kind of a rebound?" I ran my fingers through my hair nervously trying to wrap my mind around what she was saying. The pieces did kind of fall into place as she said, but I was her brother. Becky couldn't possibly be thinking that way about me, right? Then again, my thoughts about her in particular, or Lizzie, or any of my sisters for that matter, weren't exactly the model of brotherly love either as I was reminded by my eyes gravitating slowly down to Lizzie's bust. I could just make out the contours of her bra through her shirt. 

"Maybe," Lizzie shrugged again. "I'm not saying you should change how you act around her at all. She needs you right now more than ever and whatever it is, it's definitely working for her." She smiled at me once more and hugged me a last time. "All I'm saying is just to be very careful with her. You never know if your actions might be holding a lot more weight in her heart than you may realize. A wrong move from you would totally crush her right now." I nodded and promised her I would definitely be careful and Lizzie left after saying our good night's and love yous.

I took my shirt off and quickly changed out of my pants into the only pair of pajama pants that I owned. Usually I slept in just boxers, but I figured that was definitely going to have to change if I was sharing my bed with my sister. I also couldn't get Lizzie's words out of my mind. Could she be right? Was I really becoming a rebound for Becky?

Moments later Becky returned wearing one of my t-shirts that went down to her mid-thigh carrying her changed clothes in her hands. Her hair was pulled up in a bun on top of her head with an adorable blond strand falling on either side of her face. I couldn't help but just look at her; soft smooth white legs flowing out of the shirt showing a sexy amount of thigh, blue eyes enhanced even more by her now visible sensual neck, soft red lips pursed in an adorable smile. Was she falling in love with me as Lizzie had said? Or was it really the other way around? My heart was racing just watching her.

"Ready for bed roommate?" she asked closing the door behind her and setting her clothes in the hamper. I shook off my thoughts and nodded to her. To be quite honest, she looked like she was positively glowing as she bounced across the room and pulled the covers down on the side of the bed she had claimed.

"Definitely, I'm exhausted," I shut out the lights once she was comfortable and got under the covers as well. Laying on my back I stared up into the dark ceiling too nervous to move. Lizzie had made me nervous; just the thought of me possibly hurting my favorite sister was too much to bear. If I slept on my side toward her, maybe she'd think I was getting too close in a personal way and it would be weird, buy the other side would be turning my back on her, which she might not like. So I stayed put, frozen in place on my back and staring up at the ceiling, unsure what to do. "Good night, Becky."

She turned on her side away from me and settled into her pillow. "Good night Jerry." A few moments passed as I continued contemplating what Lizzie had said, analyzed what Becky had said earlier looking to see if there was any truth in Lizzie's words there, and even started reflecting on my own feelings toward my sister. I had always known I was highly attracted to Becky much like I was to Lizzie, and yes, as of late, that attraction had become even stronger than ever before. But, had those non-brotherly feelings started growing completely out of control for me though? Could it be that Becky had started to feel something like that too? I was deep in thought still staring at the ceiling when I felt Becky turn over next to me.

"Well teddy bear," she whispered scooting her body right up next to mine, situating herself so that my arm wrapped around her as she snuggled into my shoulder. "If you're not going to hug me then I'll just have to be the one to make the first move." She laid her leg over mine and put her arm across my chest, laying her head right against my shoulder. 

Her sweet feminine smell was intoxicating; the sensation of her delicate body completely against mine instantly lit me on fire. "Mmmm," she moaned in my ear. "I will definitely sleep well tonight." Her fingers caressed along my neck and upper chest. I told her I was glad and it was definitely nice to have her there with me as well. Inwardly I was reminding myself to behave over and again like a mantra in my head. For several moments she didn't say a word, my only indication that she hadn't fallen asleep yet were her caressing fingers. "Jerry?" her voice had an extra bit of sweetness to it. "Can I ask you a... a personal question?"

"Of course princess." I turned my head toward her in the darkness and felt our noses touch. 

"I like it when you call me that," she giggled. Her lips were less than an inch from mine and I had this deep urge within me to lean forward and kiss her. It was an urge that I very nearly gave into as I fought it with every ounce of my inner strength. In the end I had to turn my head away once more to hold back temptation.

"Do you think I'm pretty? Like, I mean an honest answer, Jerry. Not the brotherly you-have-to-say-yes-because-you-have-to answer, but..." she paused like she was frustrated; as if the words weren't coming out as they were supposed to. Turning a little further over in the bed so that she was laying more on top of my side then against it, she continued.

"Like... just pretend, ok? Say you saw me in a bar, and I wasn't your sister or anything, just some girl sitting there all by herself," she laid her head down on my chest. "Do you think I'm pretty enough that you'd buy me a drink so you could come flirt with me?"

I was so glad the lights were out so she couldn't see just how turned on I was at that precise moment. I was loving the feel of her breasts pressing hard against the thin material of her shirt and my bare chest. She wasn't wearing a bra now and I could actually feel the outline of her nipple through the material against my skin. Add to that the fact that she wanted to know if I'd try to hit on her in a bar? My head was swimming and my manhood throbbing hard in my pajama pants. If she just brushed it with her hand I was sure I would explode immediately.

"You want the real truth huh?" my voice squeaked a little which made her giggle again. I could feel the vibrations of it through my entire body. 

"Yep," her chin rubbed back and forth on my chest as she nodded her head. "Just pretend you weren't my brother. Would a girl like me ever truly get your attention?"

"Well..." I exaggerated my sigh just to mess with her a little. It also worked to buy me some time before admitting blatantly to her one of the deepest secrets that I had held for years, though I was trying to come up with a good way to sugarcoat it so it wouldn't sound so awkward. 

"The honest truth huh?" I turned my head toward her once more. "Well, of course assuming you weren't my sister like you say," I had to qualify the statement at least once more for fear that she would hear the truth in my voice. "I probably wouldn't buy you just ONE drink."

"Oh?" curiosity swam through her voice. 

"More like, I'd totally work on getting you so plastered that I could definitely get your phone number and hopefully convince you to come home with me that very night so I could screw your brains out."

She burst into a fit of giggles. "Oh my god, Jerry! You're so bad," she finally made out as she nuzzled my chest. "Even with my small boobs you'd still try all that, huh? I don't believe you. Guys only go for the big-chested girls like Tessa. I bet you wouldn't even notice me in a bar."

Though the conversation was a bit awkward at first, I was still glad we were having it as my initial nerves were melting away. It was also a reminder of the semi-flirtatious conversations we used to have back in high school; the ones that had got me hooked on her to begin with. 

"What are you talking about? Blondes are my absolute favorite... and besides, small boobs are the best. The nipples are usually sensitive as hell, and they're the easiest to see when I peek down my date's shirt when she's not looking." As if to mock my own words, I grabbed the neckline of her shirt with a single finger and pretended to see something in the darkness as she swatted my hand away teasingly.

"You're too funny Jerry," she was laughing until she stretched out her arm and wrapped it around my neck. "At least you like them; Chris only ever complained about how small they were." She pulled herself forward and pecked my cheek before laying her head back down. "I'll definitely have to keep that peeking thing in mind next time I wear a low-cut shirt around you though."

We both laid there quietly enjoying the feeling of our closeness in our own ways. Of course my thoughts weren't nearly as chaste as I imagined hers to be. Mine included turning her on her back and raising that shirt up over her head while my lips and tongue devoured those delicious nipples we had just been talking about, but of course I forced myself to behave and not move. "Good night, Becky," I finally got up the nerve to lay my hand on her side and squeezed her to me as a hug. "Love you, sis."

"Night Jerry. I love you too." Moments later I felt her fingers trembling as she softly touched my hand, grabbing my fingers and slowly sliding me up along the curves of her body. I didn't put up even the first resistance, stunned as I was, until my palm completely cupped her breast over her shirt. Immediately she inhaled as I could feel that her nipple was very erect and remarkably long as it pushed straight into my palm. My head spun as I tried not to move an inch and make her second guess; the impact of that real erotic feeling, and the possible meanings behind her actions, nearly drove me over the edge at that very moment. It was so much more real than any fantasy had ever been.

"By the way," she whispered yawning lazily as she snuggled into my shoulder a little more, "same situation with you buying me a drink at the bar? I'd definitely go home with you. Wouldn't even need to be drunk either."



The Great Recession Ch. 02



Author's Note: This is the 2nd chapter of a multi-chapter sibling romance erotica novel, not blatant written porn. If you haven't read chapter one, I highly encourage starting there as things will not make as much sense without it. I hope you enjoy the story as much as I'm enjoying writing it for you. All characters are over the age of 18. Comments are always welcome and encouraged.

Again, a huge and special thanks to ArilynWriter, my brilliant and extremely encouraging editor as well as Benji4lyf who has also been very encouraging of my work. 

*****

With my hand directly cupping Becky's breast and afraid to move even an inch else she might change her mind causing me to lose the opportunity of a lifetime, my thoughts raced through the night about what her actions could really mean. Was this another cuddling comfort thing for her, or was my sister initiating real sexual contact between us of the likes I had fantasized so many times in my life? Perhaps, she had just slept next to Chris with his hand on her breast so it was another of her self-security things. Then again, she might have just figured that I really liked it since she had caught me feeling her up before, and wanted to please me due to the feelings that I was now highly suspicious she held toward me.

The fact that her leg was wrapped over mine only intensified the sensations in my mind. My imagination started messing with me. I swore that I could feel the rising heat of her groin as she pressed it against my leg. Of course this only made my throbbing erection problem all the worse. I couldn't dare move a muscle to jerk off though; she would feel any movement I made and would probably wake up to catch me in mid-action. So, I suffered blissful agony throughout the night, unsure of what was real and what was only in my head anymore. I finally fell asleep from complete exhaustion at some point in the wee hours of the morning.

"Looks like Becky got the better end of this deal," Lizzie joked as she served my eggs and bacon. I could hear Charity on her piano in the distance practicing some difficult piece from Bach or Beethoven; she really was good at what she did. "Lizzie was bouncing around full of energy when I saw her earlier; been in the bathroom for over an hour now. A big change from the norm I'd say." She chuckled. "She keep you up talking all night or something?"

My eyes were having difficulties to stay open, though the smell of fresh coffee that Lizzie handed me was starting to help with that. "I just had a lot on my mind," I smiled at her groggily. "Becky's a great roommate; slept peacefully and hardly moved at all through the night. I was just thinking too much all night to sleep is all."

Lizzie sat down in a chair opposite me and rested her chin in her palms. "Yeah, I know what you mean. I've been really worried about how things are going to work with the money too." I suppressed a chuckle as the monetary issues we were facing hadn't even crossed my mind all night long. Still, it was a better excuse than admitting to what I had really been thinking about.

"How bad is it really?" I asked looking around to make sure that none of our sisters would hear us. Lizzie was always careful about worrying the others with things if there was a way she could take care of it first. "I mean, what are we talking here?"

She sighed and pursed her lips in a way that just made her look even more adorable than usual. "We'll last about two weeks," she sighed again. "After that we'll either have to cut out some service or there just won't be enough money to cover food for the rest of the month." I could tell she was really worried about it, placing her head down on the table in the first sign of depression I had ever seen from her.

I ran my hand over her hair, caressing it in a similar way I had done so often with Becky. "The cable's not exactly essential," I suggested. She turned her head to the side, guiding my hand around to her ear that I soon began to trace with my finger. "I know the internet is part of it too, but I'm the only one that really uses it. I'll just learn to deal without it."

She chuckled a bit, moving her head now purposefully to have my hand flow all over her head. "I can definitely see why Becky enjoys this so much." She lifted her head, several strands flying freely over her head from my caressing. "Shutting off the cable and internet would help, but I'm afraid it will only buy us time in the long run. We seriously need some kind of income coming in soon. What about online? Think you might find some more gigs there on... I don't know," she shrugged, "that craigslist site or something? At this point anything would help."

"Two weeks you say?" I feigned a smile. Now she had me honestly worried about the situation as well. "I'll make sure to search out everything I can before we lose the internet then. I'll find something; you'll see. Don't worry so much." I knew, of course, that telling Lizzie not to worry was like telling her to stop breathing. It just wasn't going to happen.

As I had finished eating, Lizzie stood up and took my plates to the kitchen. Sitting at the table still, I watched her for a few minutes, my imagination running away with what it would have been like had the prior night's sleeping arrangements involved her instead of Becky. Of course Becky was definitely now my preferred sister given recent events, but that didn't lessen my attraction to Lizzie in the least. 

'Definitely a little more to hold' I chuckled to myself figuring there was at least a full cup size difference between their breast sizes. Lizzie's taller height and larger frame in general would have meant we would be squished even closer together on my small bed, though I had great difficulties picturing Lizzie draped all over me like Becky had been. I had witnessed firsthand that Becky was a master of sensuality. She had a way of making a guy feel like he was her entire world and she needed him for protection, which drove me completely wild. Lizzie on the other hand was a bit too independent, standoffish, and self-assured for any of that.

"Do I have peanut butter on my nose or something?" she raised her eyebrows at me as she dried the dishes. "You've been staring at me for five minutes now. Everything all right with you?"

"Oh?" I snapped out of it shaking my head. "Sorry. Mind was wandering a bit about the money thing." I stood up from the chair and started toward my room. "I'm going to check out if there's anything on the web now. Maybe all this worrying might be for nothing." She smiled at me and wished me luck.

I had been perusing the internet for several minutes when I heard an angelic voice behind me, "Morning sleepyhead." Almost immediately afterward Becky's hands fell softly on my shoulders and then slowly slid down my chest as I felt her cheek near mine. From behind she hugged me and then pecked my cheek with her lips like the night before. "So how'd you sleep roommate?"

As I felt her backing away, I turned around in my chair to greet her for the day properly and my jaw just about hit the floor. Her hair was up in a ponytail, the ends curled charmingly while those same two blond strands delicately caressed the sides of her face like the night before. She had obviously spent quite some time with her make-up as well, something I had never really seen her do until then; a rosy hint to her cheeks, a soft red lipstick, and her eyes just popped gorgeously as she gazed at me.  

She was wearing large triple hoop earrings that accentuated her neck. Her shirt, which was tucked into those skin-tight shorts I had grabbed from her house, had an extremely wide neckline, both sides falling over her shoulders suggestively. The right side was a bit lower than the left while every curve of her ass was highlighted as if she had painted the denim onto her skin.

"Wow, you look frickin' hot," my lips spoke before I could even think about who I was hitting on. Perhaps we had just become so comfortable together that I felt I could speak my mind to her; more likely though I was just too amazed to control my tongue. 

"Well, that reaction just made the whole effort well worth it," she smiled wide and shrugged adorably as she sat down on the bed and laid back against the wall, crossing her legs at the ankles. "I could definitely get used to compliments like that."

"Even if they're just from me?" I looked at her curiously, wondering just how badly I had overstepped my bounds. She definitely seemed genuine in her appreciation for my words though.

She grabbed her book from the nightstand and was opening it, her eyes watching mine over the top of it. "Especially coming from you," I barely heard her whisper. Though her book was open in front of her as if she were reading, her eyes never left mine as we gazed at each other, trying to read the other's thoughts. "You know," she bit her bottom lip like she was unsure of what she was about to say, "...you remind me a lot of the brother in this book I'm reading."

"I can only imagine how mean and horrible he must be then." I chuckled, unable to keep myself in my chair any longer. She definitely had a hold over me now; I just had to be near her, it wasn't something that I could control any longer. I knew I was supposed to be looking for photography jobs, but instead I just sat down on the bed next to her, laying back against the wall as well.

She scooted over closer to me, as I had hoped she would, moving my arm around her curled up figure as she laid her head into my shoulder once more. "Frank really is the sweetest guy in this book," she continued, "always doing things for his sister and taking care of her. He tells her constantly how beautiful he thinks she is. He's my favorite character because he's so sweet, and tall, and handsome," she turned her head toward me and smiled sweetly, "a lot like you really."

"Geez, I hope he doesn't die in the end," I chuckled turning the book cover over where I could see it. The book was named 'Secret Passion' and there was a typical harlequinesque big-muscled long-haired guy without a shirt on the cover. He was kissing the neck of some gorgeous blonde girl while his strong massive hands held her from behind at the base of her large bosom. The girl had her head back, a look of complete ecstasy on her face. "So is that the brother?" I pointed at the cover and she nodded, smiling. "So who's the girl he's enjoying so much there? She's pretty hot."

"That's Darla," she started blushing as she turned to look up at me, only a few inches space between us. "She's the sister he's so sweet with and she absolutely adores him." She was slowly leaning closer to me, her eyes darting back and forth between my eyes and my lips like she was very conscious of the fact that she was getting very close to them. "Thing is," she looked directly into my eyes as she spoke, "he doesn't know that she's been madly in love with him for years."

I grinned, realizing that she was trying to show me her heart in the best way she knew how while leaving an escape door open just in case I didn't respond as she hoped. I closed the gap between us a little more as well. There was electricity in the air between us, and things were headed right where I most wanted them. "Looks to me like he eventually figured it out from the picture though," I whispered. 

I couldn't have stopped myself if I had wanted to. I had a hand on her cheek and moved in to kiss her with a sinful fiery passion to which she immediately replied, throwing herself into the embrace as our mouths opened and our tongues played against each other, throwing all pretense of social normalcy out the window. There was definitely an electric spark, one unlike anything I had ever experienced with any woman I had ever kissed before, and it drove my need for her to greater heights even still. I wanted that kiss to go on for the rest of my life; I wanted her.

"I bet I know a part of this story that you haven't read yet though," I whispered to her as we finally parted our lips slowly. I was still caressing her cheek as her eyes remained closed, her head still elevated toward mine as she breathed heavily. "I know for a fact that Frank was just as much in love with Darla too." 

Her eyes opened, sparkling as she gazed into mine. Tears were forming at their sides. "Yeah?" she smiled back at me. "But it sure took him long enough to figure out how much she really loved him; the big doofus."

"He suspected it for a while and now that he knows for sure though," I caught one of her tears on my finger as it slid down her cheek. "He'll want her to be his forever; she's just too gorgeous not to have."

Becky's few tears erupted into many as she sobbed happily, throwing her arms around my neck as she looked up at me. "So you're saying this book does have a happy ending and they lived happily ever after?" I was just about to lean in and kiss her once more when all of the sudden I heard a knock on the open door behind us and froze. 

'How could I possibly have forgotten to close the door?' I cursed to myself. I could only imagine the shit that we were both about to receive. Lizzie had told me to be careful with my sister's emotions; not to fall crazy in love with her. Of course her warning had been several weeks, probably months, or perhaps even years too late.

"Sorry to bother you guys," Lizzie looked back and forth between us quite curiously and a little disturbed by the scene. She had often seen us cuddling to a certain extent, mostly Becky laying against me with my arm around her, but Becky now had both her arms wrapped around my neck and our faces were pretty close. On top of that, she was obviously balling her eyes out. Thinking quickly though, Becky pulled me in for a close hug.

"Thank you so much Jerry, for listening to me ramble on about my book." As I held her close to me with my head turned away from Lizzie, it was pretty hard not to burst out laughing. The only thing that stopped me was the beautiful feeling of her long erect nipples pressing against my body; she wasn't wearing a bra again. "Sorry if I bored you with any of it."

"Just wanted to tell you guys that lunch is ready." Becky let go of me and I turned to look at Lizzie as well, pretending I had just noticed her arrival. She was obviously very concerned for Becky's tears. "Everything okay with you dear?" She glared at me semi-accusingly.

Becky broke into a chuckle and nodded very enthusiastically. "Yeah Liz. I was just getting all emotional from this really good book I've been reading and I was telling Jerry all about it. He was so sweet too; listening to me ramble on and on about it." Lizzie shook her head and laughed, the worries quickly leaving her face.

"Ah. Then you'll definitely have to let me borrow it sometime. I could really use a good book to take my mind off of things." She started to walk away and then peeked back in the room. "Come eat guys, before it gets cold."

*****

At lunchtime while the four of us sat around the table eating grilled cheese sandwiches with tomato soup, my fingers held onto Becky's under the table where Lizzie and Charity couldn't see as if we were two star-crossed teenagers who couldn't be apart for even a moment. It probably wasn't the smartest move as it would be difficult to explain to our sisters had we been caught, but we just had to feel each other's touch. Luckily though, grilled cheese wasn't too difficult to eat with my clumsy left hand so no one seemed to notice. 

"So how are things going with the divorce paperwork?" Charity looked at Becky while dipping her sandwich in the soup. We had only caught Charity and Tessa up on the basics of Becky's separation, so they never had a chance to get into the details. I felt Becky's fingers tighten around mine at the mention of it.

"Haven't been able to file actually," Becky shrugged and sighed. "Wish I could though. Sooner I have that ass..." she stopped just as soon as Lizzie looked up at her sternly. "Sorry Lizzie," Becky cleared her throat and continued. "Sooner I have that horrible man out of my life forever, the better." Becky looked around at all three of us, adding once her eyes stopped on mine, "I'm totally ready for the next chapter of my life to begin." Under the table she squeezed my fingers once more and smiled at me.

"Hmmm," Charity replied taking a big bite of her sandwich while she was pondering on something. "Twelve years... according to what I learned in that crazy pre-law class I took as an elective, you should be entitled to some kind of alimony or something, right? Especially since he just took off and you didn't work during the marriage." 

My little sister looked at Lizzie as if it were her decision that Becky had not yet filed. "I know we don't have much money right now, but a little investment in those papers could actually help us out." Charity looked back at Becky quickly putting up her hands in defense. "Not that I'm expecting you would have to give everything to the house; just that it would be a big help of course."

Becky shrugged. "Of course I'd help out if I could. We're all family here."

Charity's comments seemed to have Lizzie's mind in whirl as she quickly looked hopeful toward me. "Did you happen to find any work online earlier? We could use that money to pay for the filing." I shook my head sadly though I failed to mention that I had only looked for a few minutes before becoming quite distracted. 

"How much does it cost?" Charity asked, finishing her sandwich and pushing her plate away as she sat back in her chair. I told her it was around $400 and Becky looked at me and smiled once more. I felt her fingers interlocking with mine under the table so I figured she must have been pleasantly surprised that I had already looked into it for her without her asking. 

"Well," Charity looked like she was fighting with something in her heart. "I guess I could always sell a few of my dresses," she offered. "That way you could get the process started. I'm sure it will take several months before you get anything so we'd want to start as soon as possible." Becky was delighted, letting go of my hand momentarily to lean over and hug her little sister.

"You're the best Charity." The younger girl laughed, hugging her back.

"Yeah, yeah. Don't get all mushy with me now." She leaned back in her chair again looking at the two of us. "It's weird enough as it is with the two of you sleeping in the same bed."

I was about to say something about the need of space in the house in our defense, but Becky beat me to it. "Ah, Charity. Don't say it like that sweetie. You know my situation and Jerry is just the best brother out there. He's so giving, and caring, and helpful."

Charity was laughing and shaking her head. "No, no. I get it, Becky; I do. I just keep getting this crazy image in my head of you two doing... things in the middle of the night." She sighed, blowing out air at her hair, making her bangs wave in the breeze. "Guess it's just my naïve nature since I've never actually... you know, slept next to a guy before." She broke into a timid chuckle.

"Ah, is somebody a sexually frustrated virgin?" I mocked her teasingly without thinking. Becky and Lizzie both shot glances at me to shut my mouth before I got in deep trouble. 

"For a woman it's really wonderful to have a man she can totally trust next to her," Becky put her hand on Charity's trying to comfort her. "It doesn't need to be a sexual experience at all. Like in my case, I feel like I'm protected in my sleep with Jerry next to me." Becky leaned over toward me, playfully squeezing my arms as she added, "...before last night, I was always having nightmares when I slept alone, but then feeling my big strong brother next to me made me know I would be safe through the night, so I slept like a baby."

Charity was looking at me with her beautiful hazel eyes and started smiling. "I guess I never really thought of it that way," she shrugged. "So does that mean when I have a nightmare I get to come running into bed with Jerry too?" she couldn't even finish before she started laughing and the whole table followed suit.




The Great Recession Ch. 02



"I'm always here for all my sisters, Charity. Anything you need from me, I'm more than happy to help." Of course her comment did wonders for my overactive imagination as I soon began picturing Charity in my bed as well, much like I had pictured Lizzie there earlier that day. I figured Charity's breasts were probably comparable in size to Becky's though she had much wider hips. While not being the prettiest girl at the table in my opinion, I concluded that I would never reject her; that's for sure. Besides, she just confirmed that she was a 22-year old virgin.

Charity considered my words for several minutes, obviously quite pensive about something. "There is one thing I would like from you actually," she smiled at me. "Could you maybe do a photo shoot of me in some of the dresses that I'm going to sell? I want something to remember them with and some nice professional photos would look good when I make a presentation for jobs." 

I chuckled and nodded. "Of course, Charity. I'd be delighted to." I stood up from the table to go get my equipment. "You mean right now, right?"

Charity laughed again, shaking her head. "No way goofball. I have to fix my hair and set up my makeup; still have to figure out which dresses and shoes I'm going to wear too." My shoulders drooped goofily as I sat back down at the table.

"That sounds like fun," Lizzie added in. "Mind if I join in with you? I could really use a day of feeling pretty." Charity nodded enthusiastically and then asked Becky if she wanted to join too. By the end of it all three of them had decided we would make a day of it the following day which I didn't mind at all. I could always use more pictures of beautiful women in gorgeous dresses for my own portfolio.

*****

All that afternoon my room was suddenly off limits to me as my three sisters went through the various dresses, deciding which to model the next day and which to sell. It was all quite exciting... for them. I was bored out of my mind sitting on the couch alone, watching some stupid television program alone, and figuring out quickly that being alone now really sucked. I was missing Becky being beside me terribly. She had me completely caught on her; hook, line and sinker.

Sometime after the second hour of waiting, I must have dozed off as it was nearing on nightfall already by the time I was awoken by a tickle on my nose. Opening my eyes and swatting at my nose, I was completely surprised to find Tessa standing over me, laughing heartily while her chocolate curls grazed over my nose. 

"I need you to drive me over to Jamie's house," she told me point blank without a word of salutation. "Lizzie said I can't drive the car since she doesn't trust that I won't drink, so you have to take me."

Normally being awoken by such a demand would have annoyed me to no end. In fact, I was just about to say something but stopped short. The way she was leaning over me to torture my nose gave a perfect line of sight view straight down the valley of her large young round breasts. She was braless and her skin was flawless; an absolutely gorgeous scenery to wake up to indeed. 

"Are you going to be drinking?" I asked her, hoping to keep her from moving just a few more seconds while my eyes could enjoy the sights. My soldier was already far more awake than I was. It didn't last nearly as long as I had hoped though as she stood up quickly, pulling on my arm to get up like a small child in a tantrum to her father.

"No," she shook her head quickly. "I know I'm still too young to be doing that. I just don't know why Lizzie won't trust me."

I sat up on the couch, hunching over a bit toward her to hide the erection that I was seriously sporting at that moment. "If I let you take the car, what's it worth to you?" I asked, leaning my chin on my knuckles to buy me a few minutes time. "I can convince Lizzie that I let you do it. You won't be the one in trouble; I would. So what's it worth to you?"

Tessa stood there defensively with her hands on her hips, her eyes rolling toward the ceiling. "What? You want me to flash my tits at you or something?" She bent forward in my direction and flipped the bird at me. "You're such a fucking pervert Jerry; I know you're thinking something like that right now."

My joking was set aside immediately as I crossed my arms sternly. Sure she was right that I was a pervert, but I actually hadn't been thinking of her flashing me; for my purposes she already had. More along the lines of just messing with her to buy me time, but since she had turned so rude on me, I wasn't going to just take it either.

"I was thinking more along the lines of you calming down your little bitch-ass attitude with me," I snapped back suddenly. "Enough with riding my ass already. All I've done is help you and your sisters these past couple of days and you've given me nothing but shit for it." She was standing there with her arms crossed while I stood up, momentarily forgetting that I was still semi-erect. "Enough with the fucking pervert comments already."

She was looking down directly at my crotch and snickering. "How about you stop looking at my tits every five seconds and I might consider it. Even now you're horny just looking at me." It was the truth, though I was not about to admit that either.

"You? Please..." I waved my hand at her dismissively, sitting back down on the couch like I had no plans of moving anytime soon. "You're the one flaunting them things around everywhere. Don't even flatter yourself; I've seen tons of girls who are way better looking. I'm a professional photographer remember." She stomped her foot on the ground and squealed, turning to walk away angrily, quite unaccustomed to being rejected so blatantly. Just as she was about to enter the hallway she stopped and looked back at me, glaring at me for several seconds.

"Just so you know, I was going to let you just take the car," I finally told her just as she was about to step into the hallway. "Unlike your worry-wart big sister, I actually do trust you; you didn't have to go bitch-mode on me you know. I was just teasing you a bit." As she walked into the hallway, her steps were lighter and slower as I had obviously gotten her thinking.

Though she had deserved it, I still felt bad for being rude with her. She was my baby sister after all and I loved her dearly as such. Furthermore, I honestly would have considered myself a real photography king if I had ever had a chance to photograph a woman even half as beautiful as Tessa, but her attitude just drove me batty. With that, I decided I would wait at least a few minutes before going in to speak with her to set things right.

I never had the opportunity to go to her though as she came walking back minutes later toward me with her shoulders drooped and her head down. "I'm sorry, Jerry," she sounded like she was crying as she walked over to the couch, sitting down next to my legs. "You're right. I shouldn't be so ungrateful toward you." She turned her head to look at me, pushing her hair back over her ear. There really was a tear on her cheek. "You have been so wonderful in helping everyone and I've just been a bitch."

"It's alright," I smiled at her, patting her shoulder to comfort her. "It happens to everyone once in a while." I couldn't believe that she was really apologizing; that wasn't the Tessa I knew, but her pathetic sadness was just so overbearing. I couldn't help myself, reaching into my pocket and pulling out the keys. "Just be careful," I passed them to her. "...and make sure you don't drink like you promised."

She swiped the keys from me and stood up in a flash, her entire expression changing immediately. "Wow," she laughed heartily walking for the door. "You really do make this too easy." At the door she stopped and looked at me like she had won some major victory over me, but I just waved to her, reminding her to be careful once more and that I loved her. I wasn't about to let her think she won even if I was quite impressed with the acting performance.

"You know," she smiled back, her victory smile calming to one a little more genuine. "You really are a pretty decent guy as far as brothers go; I can totally see why Becky's so attached to you." She looked over at the hallway and then back at me, bringing her hands up to the hem of her shirt. 

"Ah, what the hell," she smirked and to my grand surprise, she actually pulled her shirt up in a flash of her large sweet breasts. The material of the shirt still hid the nipples from view but she grandly showed off the rounded fullness of her glorious ladies that hardly moved under gravity's pull at all for the size they were. My eyes went wide and my jaw dropped while I stared in awe at her flawless perfection.

"Thought you said they were no big deal," she smirked lowering her shirt back down. "Ha... liar!" She opened the door and looked over at me sticking her tongue out playfully. "Night pervert," she winked at me and walked out the door. 

*****

Another half-hour had passed since Tessa had left and the girls had still not given up my room yet. I was seriously considering a nice jerk off with Tessa's boobs in mind just to pass the time. It would officially be the first time I ever fantasized about her, but she did give me great material to work with after all. Just when I had decided to get up though, the girls all came out chattering and going on about plans for the next day.

"Aw," Becky spotted me sitting on the couch by myself, "poor Jerry's been all alone out here this whole time. We're sorry to keep you waiting, sweetie."

I decided to play it up in fun, sticking my bottom lip out like a small child pouting. Charity cracked up laughing while Lizzie shook her head with a chuckle. Becky gazed at me sweetly mouthing the words, "I love you baby" which forced me to smile.

"So can I go back into my room again finally?" I asked getting up off the couch and walking that way. I was hoping that Becky would follow me, but I couldn't be sure.

Lizzie walked toward the kitchen while Charity said they were going to watch a movie. I was a little disappointed, but I knew I really couldn't say anything. As it was, we had already been taking a lot of chances that day and were lucky not to have been caught yet. "Jerry's already been alone for long enough," Becky told our sisters though which made me quite surprised. "I'm going to skip the movie and go spend some time with him if that's okay with you two."

Lizzie stopped and turned around slowly. Charity looked at Lizzie and rolled her eyes while she started laughing. "I'm going to go play my piano again for a while," she shrugged. "See you guys later I guess." After she was gone, Lizzie walked sternly by Becky and somewhat pushed her over to sit down next to me on the couch, standing over us like she was a mother lecturing her children.

"Look," she started while pulling up a chair in front of the couch, "I understand that you two have a very special relationship and I really do think it's beautiful." She looked at Becky directly, "if you're rebounding from this past relationship onto your brother, who am I really to say who you're allowed to fall in love with?" My eyes were wide with surprise, even more than they had been when Tessa had flashed me. I knew Lizzie had suspected so, but still, for her to say something so directly still shocked me. 

"You..." she looked at me and paused. "I'm not really sure what's going on in your head. I know you used to have a big crush on Becky back in high school, but I thought that was just adolescence. Still, I'm not going to judge you either as long as your heart is in the right place which... I think it is." She smiled at me just a little. 

Both Becky and I were trying to protest, but Lizzie wasn't having it. "Listen, I can see these things between you; I'm not blind. And to tell you the truth, I think you two make a cute couple together... setting aside the fact that it's still a little weird for me even after these couple of months." She turned to Becky, "you're obviously both happy so I'm happy for you."

Becky's hand fell over mine and she interlocked our fingers together visually confirming to Lizzie what she had obviously already known. "Well if you're okay with this, then why are you so mad right now?"

"I'm not really mad," Lizzie shook her head. "I just don't want Tessa and Charity to be freaked out and affected by it, so that means when you're around your sisters, you act... normal. That means no holding hands under the table," she turned toward me, "wiping the lipstick off your mouth when you've been kissing her," she turned back toward Becky, "and not talking about your brother for six hours nonstop when we're sharing sister time."

"Six hours?" I looked at Becky who sheepishly grinned like she was indeed caught.

"Most important of all," Lizzie continued, "close the darn door if you're going to be... not acting like brother and sister." I knew by the word 'darn' that Lizzie meant that last one quite seriously. That was the furthest extent of her cursing and was reserved for only serious occasions. "...and don't be spending all day closed up in your room either. Your sisters need time with you both as well."

Becky started giggling and leaned her head against my shoulder. "Yes mother."

"As long as you follow those rules, I'm happy for you both," Lizzie smiled and hugged us which was a little weird at that precise moment. "Whatever it is you two have decided, it seems to make you both happy. Just... be careful and always remember that no matter what happens, you'll always be brother and sister so don't do anything you can't live with." Lizzie got up from the chair and turned to walk away.

"Lizzie?" Becky asked. "How did you know Jerry had a crush on me in high school? I had always thought he had a crush on you." 

"Oh it was pretty obvious to me that he had a crush on both big sisters back then," she nodded and beamed at me. "I kind of miss those days too. It was nice being the center of attention for once, but I guess you beat me out in the end," Lizzie chuckled and turned away once more. I blushed beet red at that moment unable to believe what I was hearing. All those years when I thought I had been so slick, they both had always known.

*****

Becky and I were in our room, closing the door and locking it per our new rules. "Well that went a lot different than I ever imagined," I stated as Becky turned around and immediately flung her arms around my neck. Caught or not, I felt the flame between us burn brighter every single time we touched as she locked her lips against mine as if she couldn't get enough of my kisses.

"Did you really have a crush on me and Lizzie in high school?" she whispered letting go momentarily.

I shrugged and grinned foolishly. "Did you really talk about me to Lizzie and Charity for six hours today?"

Becky giggled and flung herself onto the end of the bed. "You realize we could have been together for fourteen years already then, right?" She had her arms out to me, calling me to join her.

"You mean, you... too?" I asked as she blushed and nodded.

"The summer of tenth grade," she explained as I took a seat next to her on the bed. "You remember the beach trip we all took?" I nodded in disbelief. "Yep, that's when you stole my heart, and you've had it ever since." She swung her legs up over my lap and scooted onto me.

"How can you say that if you've been married for twelve years?" I asked wrapping my arms around her. "I thought this was a rebound like Lizzie said."

Becky leaned her head against my chest, running her fingers along my arm. "Chris was the rebound... when everyone started talking like you were probably going to propose to that slut, Tracy, that I hated so much," she turned toward me once more and kissed me sweetly. "I told you earlier that Darla had been in love with Frank for years," she laughed.

I chuckled too, bringing my hands up her body and cupping her breasts in a manner very similar to the cover of 'Secret Passion'. She inhaled sharply and closed her eyes, leaning her head back much like Darla had while I softly kissed her neck. "So what else did Frank and Darla do in the book?" I whispered in her ear. She turned and looked at me once more before standing up and offering out her hand so that I would do the same.

"Their first time ever actually being with each other," she gazed up at me, "they played a game together. I was kind of hoping that you and I could play that game too tonight."

"At this point I would do anything you asked me to Becky. I'm just crazy in love with you." She blushed and started waving her hand as to cool her nervous face while she nearly squealed in excitement.

"Oh my god," tears were swelling up in her eyes again, "oh my god. Now you got me going again." She waved at her face nervously once more. "I am so in love with you too Jerry. You can't even imagine." She took in a few labored deep breaths to calm herself down. "Okay, okay... they called the game mirror, mirror."

I looked around the room a bit confused. There wasn't a single mirror in the room so I wasn't sure how we would play this game exactly. "So, basically it's like this," she situated me to stand directly in front of her. "On my turn, I'll do some action and you have to mimic me exactly like a mirror, no matter what I do." I nodded, kind of following where this could lead.

"I get two minutes, then we come back to starting positions and you get two minutes to lead." Again, I nodded, several ideas coming into mind of actions I would love to do to her. "Got it?"

"So if I take off my shirt?" I asked her directly and she smiled wide in return and nodded slowly. "I like this game," I added with a chuckle.

"Ladies first though," she pursed her lips and took a neutral standing position that I quickly copied. She wasted no time in starting, her left hand traveling down the front of her body until it reached her crotch; I followed suit with my right hand to be the exact mirror of her. 

With sensuality and seduction in her eyes, she caressed between her legs and watched as I did the same. Of course the results were quickly much more evident on me which made her grin wide as my soldier woke up and began tenting my pants very hard. Of course my own touching caused the wake up, but watching her caress herself made it ten times stronger still.

"Time up?" I asked just as I was getting pretty hard. I wanted to see those beautiful breasts I had felt so many times now.

"Shucks," she snapped her fingers getting back into position. "I was hoping you'd forget," she giggled. I raised my eyebrows goofily at her. It's amazing how much more difficult it is to take off a shirt when you don't want your eyesight blocked from seeing the beautiful girl in front of you doing the same thing but I managed in the end, feasting my eyes on her gorgeous bare breasts as she exposed them to my lustful eyes. 

They were cone-shaped with a slight bit of curve on the underside, the light pink areola with a darker colored halo around the outside taking up nearly a third of her breast. Pointing slightly upward, her nipples were already very erect and I could see why I had felt them so easily; they were easily half an inch long and quite wide as well, just begging to be sucked on.

Since I still had a few seconds, I brought both of my hands up to my own nipples and rolled them between my fingers. Watching her do the same was amazing though; her eyes closed immediately as her mouth opened in ecstasy while her head tipped back. "That's got to be time," she panted letting her hands down and opening her eyes. She was breathing really hard.

"I take it I was right last night about small boobs and sensitive nipples?" I grinned and she nodded in agreement.

"Oh yeah," she kept nodding and smiling. "I can sometimes have a small orgasm just from playing with them." I couldn't stop smiling now, nor could I wait to wrap my lips around those succulent teats. "My turn now," she smiled taking her starting position once more.




The Great Recession Ch. 02



I thought for sure she would go for the pants, but she surprised me instead putting her hands out in front of her and placing them on my stomach. Obviously I followed suit and she slowly caressed my body, my arms and my shoulders purposefully avoiding the one area that I most wanted to follow her onto. Of course I wanted to feel those beautiful breasts in my hands. "Oh you're such a tease," I finally admitted once I realized exactly what she was doing.

"Don't worry," she winked at me. "You'll have your chance at them and a lot more real soon. I'm way too turned on right now to tease for long."

"Mmmm," I moaned just thinking about what was to come as well as the sensual sensation of her hands on my direct body. "So you're pretty wet down there, huh?" I asked her directly and she nodded with a blush in her cheeks.

"Times up," I announced and we once more returned to our beginning places. "My turn now," I smiled at her devilishly. She had unwittingly taught me one small rule about the game that I hadn't known until then; we could actually touch each other too.

I started off my round by unbuttoning my own pants and unzipping the fly, but contrary to what she believed, I didn't push them down. Instead I closed the gap between us and laid my hand directly on her stomach after she had done the same. Following suit, she looked up at me nervously until I moved my hand along her skin and under the purple panties she was wearing. Her eyes went wide as she felt my fingers slide along her body.

I felt only a small tuft of hair just before her lips began and she was indeed very wet. Her hand found my erection with ease and she quickly wrapped around it, her small fingers making it feel enormous compared to when I jerked off. Moments later my palm cupped her feminine treasure and I ran a finger slowly up the middle of her lips.

"Ooh ohh," she whimpered upon feeling me touch her most intimate area, my middle finger running up and down her entire length. "I... shou..." she was trying to speak as I caressed her, but there was no concentrating on the words, her eyes fluttering as she tipped her head back in ecstasy while my finger worked deeper into the soft crevices of her womanhood. When the tip of my finger found the opening to her loving canal, her natural wetness just slipped me right in. 

"Ah," her knees shook and buckled as my finger ran over her g-spot inside, the light weight of her body collapsing down onto my hand causing me to penetrate her even further. Her jerking on my rod was stuttered, coming in spurts as she was obviously having difficulties focusing on it, but I didn't mind in the least; I was enjoying watching her revel in the feelings I was giving her. 

With a twist of my wrist my middle finger slid completely to her depths, the tip caressing her cervix at the deepest point. Immediately she squeaked and bit the end of her tongue as her eyes clamped shut. I could tell exactly what was happening as her muscles clamped around my finger forcefully; I vibrated my finger quickly, tapping her g-spot repeatedly as she exploded in orgasm and collapsed against my body for support.

"Wow," I smiled watching her swim through heaven before my eyes. With my finger still inside her, I guided her over to the bed, laying her down on the end. She was breathing heavily, panting even as her eyes finally opened while I slid my soaked finger from her body.

"You actually came pretty fast," I commented leaning over to kiss her. I then licked my finger up and down, enjoying the taste of her juices which made her blush and covered her face as she squeaked.

"Oh my god," she waved her hand toward her face once more like she was overheated. "That was so amazing." She pushed herself up onto her elbows and looked at me, her face still flushed. "I knew that was going to happen when you touched me though," she giggled.

I smiled at her while moving around the bed to pull her shorts off. She pushed up her bottom to make it easier. "What... you knew you would cum that fast?"

"Fast... hard... an explosion through my body..." she collapsed back on the bed when the shorts fell to the floor. I couldn't take my eyes off her beautiful panty-clad body for even a second. "The only time I could ever cum was when I fantasized about you touching me," she spoke toward the ceiling as my hands roamed up her legs toward the elastic band of her panties. "Now you can just imagine how powerful that was for me when you really were the one doing it?" 

"So I guess I at least lived up to the fantasies, huh?" I joked wrapping my fingers around her panties and starting to pull them down. She bit her bottom lip and beamed at me. "Awesome! Just wait and see what happens when I eat that beautiful pussy of yours then," I smiled at her, redoubling my efforts to pull her panties off.

"What?" her eyes went wide like I had just told her that aliens had impregnated her. "You... you're actually willing to do that?" I pulled her panties off her feet and tossed them across the room which made her laugh. Her legs were closed tight though, her hand covering her most delicate area.

"Oh yeah," I smirked like I had just won the lottery. "I've imagined eating your pussy for years, baby." I was running my hands down from her knees slowly parting her legs, but she was actually fighting back a little. 

"Oh my... Jerry," she was getting very nervous as she squeezed her legs together tightly. "You... I've..." she stuttered as I looked up at her lustfully. "You are seriously going to have to give me something I can focus on," she looked very concerned actually. "I've never had that done before," she shook her head, licking her lips, "but, from what I hear, and knowing just how much you affect me, I swear you're going to make me scream so loud this entire city will hear it; forget just Charity and Lizzie."

That actually did concern me as I stopped coaxing her legs open to look around for some idea to use. "Give me yours," she suggested. "It's only fair after all. You're going to eat mine so I'm going to suck yours too. I can focus on that and it'll help me to at least stay sort of quiet."

Obviously having my favorite sister who was now also my girlfriend beg to suck on my cock wasn't exactly a bad place to be in. Though I had fully intended on pleasing her until she just couldn't take anymore and then start making love to her, I could see that she was quite serious about it. As if to make up my mind for me, she sat up in the bed and started quickly undressing me.

"Nice," her eyes went straight to my fully erect seven inches. I was proud of my length even if the girth wasn't as thick as I might have liked. The way her eyes were feasting on my soldier though, she definitely thought I was more than enough. "Oh lord baby. That's going to feel good." She had her hands out toward me, opening and closing them quickly like she couldn't have me quick enough. 

I crawled over her onto the bed beside her, my erection playing and bouncing in the gravity until I laid on my back. She sat up beside me, her hand going straight to my cock and started stroking me slowly. "Just think," she whispered bending forward to kiss me, her breasts hanging freely right before my eyes. "I get to enjoy this guy every day from now on." Her hand was still stroking me the entire time we kissed.

"Come here baby," I guided her to straddle my stomach, a little clumsily as she wasn't sure what I wanted her to do. Soon she figured it out though, her legs spread over my chest with her gorgeous bare ass right before my eyes. "Oh my god," I mimicked her words, putting my hands over her smooth derriere. "What a gorgeous sight," I pulled her closer to me.

As she backed up and bent forward, her spread legs let her pussy come into view and I admired the beautiful scenery that I was about to devour. Her vulva was a deeper brown in a perfect rounded oval surrounding her sexy smile, the skin smooth and flawless. She was perfectly spread open by her position, her inner lips being a dark pink and still trying to hide within the folds except around her clit where they visibly overlapped, protecting the little bud inside. Her honeypot was spread open as well, ready to receive my tongue and fingers, the sides of her vagina rhythmically pulsing with her racing heartbeat. I didn't make her wait any longer.

With utmost resolve, I French kissed her Venusian heaven, rolling my tongue along the length of her, collecting the sweet nectar that she was already producing. She squeaked immediately upon feeling me touch her, whimpering and cooing as she pushed her body harder against my face. Moments later I felt her lips immediately wrap around the head of my manhood as a squealing hum from her mouth vibrated my shaft, driving me crazy. 

I lapped and licked at her slowly, gliding my tongue up and down through each crevice and fold of her body. It was obvious I was driving her crazy, her legs and body shaking nonstop as she sang her hummed squeals onto my rigid cock. She was driving me to the point of orgasm a lot faster than I intended so I tried to focus solely on my work at hand before I lost control. 

With one hand I spread the lips that covered her clit while swallowing the swollen bud completely within my lips and lavishing it with my tongue. The other hand guided two fingers inside her soaked love and drove inside just enough to massage her g-spot. It was a perfect fatal combination for her as the pitch of her sing-song whimper on my shaft went higher and much louder while her inner muscles immediately clamped down once more on their intruders.

I felt and tasted the sudden flow of her sweet nectar across my tongue and chin at the same time that she stuffed even more of me into her mouth, feeding her lust during her orgasm while attempting to quiet herself no doubt. Still, her squealing song was quite loud or at least it felt quite loud based on the intense vibrations she was sending through my cock. I tried desperately to stop myself, to pull out of her so I wouldn't shoot without warning, but she was greedily holding on to me through the course of her orgasm until I couldn't hold back any longer.

In the most intensive explosion I could ever recall having, I shot all my sexual desires and lust for her into her sucking mouth. She immediately clamped around my rod, sucking my juices out of me like a straw while a new fresh flow of her own sprayed with a force nearly equal my own onto my tongue. My head collapsed onto the pillow behind me; my hands laying on her sweet ass that was still quivering from her excitement.

"That's such an amazing feeling," she had laid her body down against mine, her legs still spread before my eyes while her fingers slowly caressed my softening rod. "I'm definitely going to do that again, wow!" I told her with great difficulty speaking that it was amazing for me too. 

She pushed herself up with difficulty and moved over to lay next to me on the bed. With my arm wrapped around her, she laid her leg over mine and put her arm across my chest while laying her head right against my shoulder. "I love you Jerry," she whispered softly, her eyes slowly closing.

"And I love you Becky," I replied bending over to kiss her forehead, but she raised her head and kissed my lips instead.

"You smell like my pussy," she giggled laying her head back on my body. "It's actually really hot." I held her close to me, marveling in the feel of our naked bodies together and wondering how long it would take to get hard again so I could really make love to her. After all, I had just experienced the most intensive orgasm of my life and we hadn't even started yet. 

"Sorry I came in your mouth without warning you," I whispered to her seeing that her eyes were peacefully closed. She grinned at me and licked her lips exaggeratedly.

"Don't be sorry, baby," she giggled softly. "That's what made me cum again. Mmmmm-mmm. I've never done anything so hot before, but I'll gladly swallow you every day of my life." She yawned and smiled. "Just a little rest love," she giggled, "then I'm going to ride you to heaven and back all night long."



The Great Recession Ch. 03



Author's Note: This is the 3rd chapter of a multi-chapter sibling romance erotica novel. It is not blatant written porn. If you haven't read the prior chapters, I highly encourage starting there as things will not make nearly as much sense without them. I hope you all continue to enjoy the story as much as I'm enjoying writing it for you. I have been so excited by all the encouraging comments; thank you every one and please keep them coming.  All characters are over the age of 18. 

I also want to give a very huge and truly heartfelt thanks to ArilynWriter.  She is quite honestly the most brilliant and encouraging editor I've ever known and it is a real pleasure working so closely with her.  


*****
CHAPTER 3

Just over three weeks had passed since Becky moved into my room and officially became the love of my life, and during that time our relationship grew ever closer.  We had so much fun with the photo shoot of my three sisters; Lizzie had been quite nervous at first but with some coaxing from Becky, she had really come out of her shell and produced some amazing shots.  If I hadn't had Becky to quell my every sexual desire afterward, I would have been in deep trouble that day.  Even Tessa had ended up catching us in the photo shoot act and demanded that she be included in on it as well before Charity took the dresses to sell at a friend's consignment shop.  My portfolio was now a masterpiece of beauty!

A few days later I had accompanied Becky to the court to file her paperwork for the divorce.  With Charity's advice she demanded the maximum alimony that was allowed by state law.  It definitely wasn't a done deal yet, but at least the process was underway.

I could now confidently say that I had everything a guy would ever consider to be heaven; a loving family to accompany me, a house full of beautiful women that kept my eyes busy and my hormones rampaging, and a gorgeous sister/girlfriend who worshipped me in the bedroom and out.  Becky was truly an amazing lover in every aspect of the word, though we tried our best to make sure Tessa and Charity never knew there was any difference in our sibling relationship.

"Ooh," I groaned being pulled from my dreams to a reality that was even better than my imagination could produce.  I laid on my back, my beautiful nude sister crouched next to my body, her delectable derriere within a foot of my face while her exquisite feminine treasure box gleamed enticingly at me.  Her dirty blonde head was bobbing up and down gracefully over my hardening manhood with expertise; there definitely was no better way to wake up, and it sure beat an alarm clock.

"God Becky, you're so amazing," I laid my hand on her back, rubbing slow loving circles along her spine while tipping my head back to my pillow in a sexual dreamland.  She replied by putting more pressure on me with her lips, her tongue rapidly flicking at the tip of my rod.  I couldn't be sure just how long before I had woken up she had started on me, but my soldier was solidly awake by that point.  

My hand slid sensually down her back, enjoying every inch of her smooth body before moving along the semi-spread valley of her gorgeous bottom and finally underneath to caress her wetted silky folds.  "Nuh-uh," she raised her head off me and giggled, swatting at my hand playfully behind her.  

"There's only one thing I want going in there right this minute," she flipped around on the bed, her enthusiasm making us bounce quite a bit and slid one leg to my far side.  With both hands between her legs, that small tuft of sensual dark blond hair between her fingers and her stunning vertical smile beaming at my eagerly awaiting shaft below, she spread herself apart.  Her little love button poked out at me, teasing me in a game of hide and seek before disappearing as she lowered her body ever so slowly onto mine.

"Ooooh," she cooed, the natural tightness of her small frame making my penetration a slow, sensually tantalizing process.  Having just the crown firmly inside her, she let go and leaned forward to kiss me while her hips fell in to a relaxed rocking pattern that pushed me in a little deeper with each motion.  "Oh my God," she growled, her eyes aflutter and her lips shuddering as her back began to arch, pushing her beautiful coned breasts even closer to my face while I pressed against her g-spot.  Her large pink nipples were as solid as I was and begged for my labial attention.

Leaning forward on the bed pushed me completely to her depths just as my lips engulfed her swollen nipple.  "Oh my... Jerry!" her pitch shot to the roof as she squeaked, immediately bringing her hand up to her mouth and biting on her knuckle to stay quiet while her entire body shuddered and trembled over mine, her tight womanly muscles gripping the length of my invader within.  I felt her juices slowly running down to the base of my groin.

"I have no idea how you do that so quickly," she panted with a wide smile as her body calmed, accommodating to our carnal connection.  She leaned forward to kiss me while I started a rhythmic sliding in and out of her now well-lubricated treasure trove.  "Every single time," she giggled, the vibrations rolling through my body from our extreme closeness.  "I know what you're going to do and yet still you make me..." she gasped suddenly, arching her back once more in ecstasy as her eyes closed; a short squeal louder than she meant escaping from her lips.  I had changed the motions on her, driving myself deep and grinding against her groin.  

"Oh damn," she blew heavily catching her breath.  "I sure didn't expect that one," she tossed herself forward, locking her lips to mine and kissed me with a passion like she would die if I didn't receive every ounce of her explosive love immediately.  I was quite pleased with myself, having learned well over the past few weeks how to give her multiples of varying strengths before I ran out of stamina myself.  She was definitely multi-orgasmic and I loved watching her in that radiant bliss.  

We passionately made out on the bed for a few minutes, letting our cadenced copulation turn slow and sensual.  It was a good resting period for me to back away from the edge and yet I had learned that it was a technique that worked quite well with her too; a slow gentle internal massage that passed repeatedly over her magical place within.  I had previously seen it result in the strongest reactions I had witnessed yet.  

"I love you princess," I whispered lustfully in her ear, nibbling on the lobe as I could hear her breathing gradually speeding up once more.  I moved down to her neck, gentle kisses offset by the softest nibbles while she tilted her head giving me unbarred access to express my absolute desires for her.  "Your mine," I added with a deeper growl.  "Your tight pussy is mine, your sexy ass and amazing tits are mine.  You are all mine princess; I'm never letting you get away from me now."  

"Yes... teddy bear," she huffed lustfully, "I'm all yours... I love you so much."  She lifted herself off my chest and leaned back, the penetrations going deeper.  Her hands were on my stomach for support as she rocked her hips over mine.  

"If I could have you inside me..." her eyes were glazed as she stared straight into mine, focusing on me as her body jerked involuntarily every few seconds, "every minute... every hour... of the day," her eyes closed as her mouth dropped open.  The heat building between us was intense and I felt myself stiffening even harder, nearing the point of no return as well.  "...would be... heav... hea... he... he... he," the word turned to a quickening heavy breathing as her eyes clinched shut and her head tilted way back.

I grabbed both of her breasts in my palms, pushing myself as far inside as possible, grinding hard against her to maximize the strength of her orgasm as she exploded on top of me.  Immediately she put her hands over mine, her body shaking and jerking stronger than ever before.  The grunting squeals of her orgasmic song that she was holding back broke free and wavered in pitch with each gripping contraction of her body upon my shaft.  Her prolonged rhythmic begging within made me lose all control as well, every cell of my body bursting on fire and building in pressure until electricity jolted through me, sending every ounce of my love and lust for her up into her tight pleading womb. 

"Oh yes... yes, yes!" she whimpered feeling the power of my manly pistol against her insides, triggering an immediate re-detonation of her body.  Her face was in painful bliss, while her passion completely took control; her fingers digging into my hands as her vaginal muscles gripped onto me for dear life, rapidly massaging along my entire length to ensure that every bit of my seed was taken within her, while her sweet nectar flooded my groin in her bodily warmth.

She collapsed against me while I was still buried inside and I put my arms around her, holding her close.  All of the sudden I heard a soft female crying or whimpering sound from behind the locked door and my attention turned immediately to it.  "Did you just hear that?" I asked Becky still trying to catch my breath.  The spook of the sound had caused me to lose my erection much faster than normal as I slipped from the lips of her happy heaven.

"Mmm," she groaned, nuzzling my neck.  "All I can hear is the millions of fireworks going off in my head right now."  I was still looking at the door and she must have sensed that I was quite serious about it though, raising her head.  "You think maybe someone heard us?"  I looked back at her as she bit her lip with a blush.  "I swear," she pleaded.  "I was trying to stay quiet.  I really was; you don't make it very easy though."

"Let me go check," I guided her lovingly off my body and stood up.  "Maybe it was nothing really."  Opening the door to a small crack, I peeked through while hiding my love-soaked nakedness from anyone who might have seen, but there was no one out there.  It was still the wee hours of the morning and everyone appeared to be sleeping.  

Finally satisfied that it had indeed been all in my head, I figured it was a subconscious guilt and worry that we might one day be caught by the sisters that Lizzie had warned us sternly to hide our loving bond from.  The gorgeous blonde in my bed had her loving arms outstretched toward me and I couldn't resist further, running back to her.  "Just hearing things I guess," I chuckled and Becky took her rightful place against my body, her leg swung over mine with her arms around my neck.  

"Pleasure guilt huh?" she giggled, brushing a few strands of hair from my eyes.  She then leaned forward and kissed me softly before laying her head back down.  Being so early in the morning and having enjoyed such an amazing sexual release, my eyes had difficulty staying awake.  I thought Becky had fallen asleep as well so I was letting myself drift off peacefully.

"Am I still pretty enough for you?" Becky asked out of the clear blue which shocked the hell out of me.  Could she possibly be serious?  I loved her like crazy and worshipped her and her body; that wasn't enough to prove I thought she was the most gorgeous girl on the planet?  "I mean... now that you've seen everything, I'm worried that maybe the magic and mystery might be gone for you."

"Becky..." I tilted her head up, my finger upon her chin.  "Princess.  You are everything to me; the most gorgeous woman I know."  She giggled and pecked my lips, putting her head back down on my chest.  I thought the issue was done at that point but there was something definitely bugging her.

"But you still think Lizzie's pretty too, right?"  It was neither a real question nor an accusation, coming out more like a blanket statement intended to be hard fact.  When I didn't reply right away from the shock of it, she turned her head back at me.  "I already know that you had a crush on her in high school.  I just figured that you were probably still attracted to her in some way, right?"

My head was spinning from confusion.  What was I supposed to say exactly?  Would Becky get jealous of her sister now if I admitted there was still an attraction, even if I fully explained that my princess was definitely the center of my world?  Would it be better to lie about it for the sake of her feelings?  My mind went back to the days of my solitude when I would read dating advice blogs in search of answers to the crazy world of relationships that I just didn't comprehend.  They had always said that a loving relationship needed to be based on truth so I knew I couldn't lie.

"Well, since you're so worried about it," I chuckled and kissed the top of her head in reassurance.  "Yes, I think Lizzie is a beautiful woman... but she's definitely not you."  I rubbed my cheek along her hair.  "You're everything to me and I am so in love with you, Becky."

She giggled and nuzzled me once more, pulling my hand up around her body to cup her bare breast.  "I know; I'm sorry.  I just..." she sighed, pausing for several moments.  I didn't say a word knowing she had something she definitely needed to get off her chest.  "You know... I was with someone for twelve years when I wanted more than anything to be with you every day of that life," I could hear tears forming from her words.  She looked back up at me, her eyes glistening in the low light of the room.  

"I'm just scared now that I finally have you that..." I leaned forward and kissed her lips softly, trying to be as reassuring as I knew how.  "I just don't want you to end up the same way... wishing you had chosen Lizzie instead of me."

"I love you, Becky.  I've been in love with you for fourteen years," I smiled putting as much sincerity into my voice as I could possibly muster.  I wanted her more than anything to know just how deep my feelings were for her.  "Nothing is about to change that."

She sniffled and wiped a tear from her cheek.  "I know... but... you've been attracted to Lizzie that whole time too... and now the mystery is gone with me."  She put her head down on my chest.  I could feel tears dripping onto my skin.  "You know everything about me now," she whispered wrapping her arms around my neck like I was going to float away from her.  "She's still a mystery for you though.  I'm just afraid..."

"You're afraid I'm going to leave you for Lizzie?" I asked, completely unable to fathom the female mind.  I felt her head nod on my chest, and I laid my hand on her head, softly stroking her hair.  "Never," I stated point blank.  "I'll admit that she's beautiful and a wonderful woman... she would make some guy very happy if she'd ever give herself the chance..." I wrapped both arms around Becky and pulled her close to me.  "But the woman I love more than life itself is right here in my arms and no one is ever going to change that."

Becky sobbed and held me tightly.  "Thank you Jerry," she wiped the tears away once more.  "I love you more than life itself too; I always have."

*****
"Good morning, Lizzie," I greeted as I entered the dining room like I had every morning for the past several months.  Sitting at the table, I awaited my morning hug and coffee knowing all too well not to get in her way in the kitchen.  That was her world and no one was to bother it.

Quite surprised though, I heard a voice from the kitchen that was definitely not Lizzie's.  "Good morning to you too, Jerry," Charity beamed at me still in her long-sleeved pink Hello Kitty pajamas.  My complete shock must have been painted on my face.  "When I got up," she shrugged looking almost as bewildered as I was, "Lizzie still hadn't come out of her room yet, so I decided to help her out and make breakfast for everyone."

I smiled at her like a true brother with no other thoughts behind it, though I had to admit that her succulent ass did look delightful in the way her pajamas fell over her curves.  Hello Kitty appeared to wave at me from her cheeks with every step that she took.  "You really are the best, Charity," I received my coffee and a French toast together with a heartfelt hug though her small chest didn't press against mine like Lizzie's usually did.  I didn't mind though; I was more than sexually satisfied at that moment.  

"You think she's sick or something?" I asked her while my mind quickly returned to the noise I had heard in the night shortly after Becky and I had physically expressed our mutual love.  Had she heard us?  Was she pissed at us for being too loud?  Had she changed her mind about being okay with us?

Charity stood pensively looking back at me.  "Not sure really.  It's definitely not like her at all."  My younger sister took a seat at the table across from me, twisting her lips back and forth that wiggled her nose as she thought.  "Then again," she sighed, "she's been acting really weird all week."

I jolted back in my chair from the shock.  Could I have really been so wrapped up in Becky that I had failed to notice oddities around the house?  Then again, perhaps Charity was just too naïve to understand things as well as Lizzie or myself.  "What do you mean by weird exactly?"

"You know..." Charity cocked her head at me like I couldn't be serious, "well actually... maybe you don't.  If you and Becky would ever come out of that bedroom once in a while then you might have noticed that Lizzie's been... quite depressed lately."  Her words were like a sledge hammer on my heart as my heaven came crashing down around me.  

I couldn't believe I had been so blinded as to not notice my oldest sister in emotional pain?  It had to be the money... and I hadn't exactly done much as of late to help though Charity had saved us all for a few weeks by selling more than a few of her dresses after the photo shoot; enough for the divorce filing and to complete the monthly budget.  My mind returned to that beautiful day, remembering how gorgeous the three of them were in their gowns.  Lizzie in particular had been radiant, though Becky was a very close second.  Charity had fun with it, but would never truly let herself get into the moment. 

Becky came around the corner freshly dressed from the shower, her towel still wrapped around her hair as was customary.  "Morning everyone," she beamed at me in particular.  "Where's Lizzie?"

I looked toward Becky with a real sign of concern, trying to convey my worries about the sound I had heard during the night.  She gazed back at me though I was unsure whether she really picked up on my thoughts.  "She hasn't come out of her room yet," Charity explained completely oblivious to the fact.

Within moments Charity was serving French toast to Becky as well.  "I'm going to wake up Tessa before she's late for school," she laughed and shrugged.  "Wow, being Lizzie sure isn't easy in the mornings."  She blew her bangs out of her eyes exasperated while we both chuckled along with her.  

While she was gone, I looked at Becky quite concerned.  "Do you think Lizzie made that noise I heard last night?" I whispered.  "I think she might have heard us.  That's why she's mad and not coming out of her room."

Becky pondered my words for a moment before shaking her head and shrugging.  "I don't think so.  She already knows about us, so there wouldn't be any big deal if she had heard.  She's okay with us, remember?"  I wasn't quite as convinced though.  After all, I had lived with her the longest now and had never once seen her not be the first one out of bed in the morning, even when she was feeling under the weather.

I ate my cold French toast in silence, contemplating what could be going through Lizzie's mind at that moment while Becky watched me sadly from the side.  "You are really concerned about her, aren't you," she looked down at the plate in front of her and sighed heavily.  The way she said it made me remember her worries from earlier that morning, so I put my hand over hers under the table, interlocking our fingers.




The Great Recession Ch. 03



"Lizzie is our sister," I assured Becky. "That's why I'm so worried about her.  Don't be getting any crazy ideas in your head again."  Becky tilted her head at me, her sad face turning upward and sending a kiss to me with her lips.  When Tessa appeared suddenly at the door, I yanked my hand back quickly from the surprise of it.  To be honest, I had fully expected we would be well warned by her boisterous morning routine.  Instead, we hadn't heard a sound until she suddenly appeared.  

"Morning Tessa," Becky and I both greeted her but she just glared at me, momentarily shifting her eyes to Becky and then back at me.  Her stare was cold, like a heartless killer sizing up her victim before beheading him.  Without a single word she walked straight into the kitchen and grabbed a piece of French toast that was sitting there, eating while leaning against the counter behind her.  "Sleep well?" I asked trying to rid the air of the awkwardness her strange behavior had produced.

Charity walked around the corner and shook her head at me quickly, warning me not to proceed down that path.  Whatever was going on, Charity could definitely see the big difference too.  For the second time that morning, I started to panic.  What if the noise had actually been Tessa?  What if she had heard us and was thoroughly pissed off now?  What if she then told Lizzie?  After all, Lizzie would only get angry with us if one of the younger sisters ended up freaked out by it.  Becky must have been thinking something similar as she glanced at me with a look of grave concern.  

The room held an eerie silence, the scraping of a single fork on a ceramic plate the only sound heard.  Finally Tessa finished her breakfast and washed the dish, another completely out-of-the-ordinary action as her eyes once more locked onto mine, staring into my soul emotionless the entire time she was at the sink.  Without a word, she dried her hands and walked straight from the room, leaving out the front door.

"What the hell was that all about?" Becky asked as soon as we were all certain Tessa had actually pulled out of the driveway and wouldn't be popping in on us in surprise.  "I've never seen her be like that before."  

Charity shrugged.  "Not a clue really," she shook her head.  "She came home late last night after being at Jamie's house and when I woke her up this morning, she didn't say a word."  Charity sat down at the table, her head falling into her palm.  "Do you think she had a fight with her boyfriend or something?  I thought she told me not long ago she was going to break up with him.  Maybe that's it."

The three of us discussed false possibilities though I knew the real culprit of Tessa's actions was nothing that I could actually tell Charity about.  She had been the one to hear us; she had been the one that I had heard in the hallway.  But, crying?  I was pretty certain that was the noise I had heard.  Tessa didn't cry in honesty for anything; her tears were on demand for her theatrical performances as I had witnessed firsthand a few weeks prior.

"Good morning," Lizzie appeared behind us and spoke so softly that I didn't immediately recognize her voice.  We all clamored around her asking if she was feeling well and giving her our morning hugs which she returned half-heartedly.  "Sorry I didn't have breakfast done for you," she sighed looking down at the ground.  "I just... haven't been feeling well lately."

 "That's alright, Lizzie." Charity smiled at her.  "You definitely deserved a morning off; I took care of it."  Lizzie raised her head and forced a smile in return, walking over to hug her sister once more.  Then her eyes fell on Becky and me sitting at the table and the half-smile slowly faded away.  

"I'm uh..." she sighed once more, brushing some hair behind her ear while looking down at her toes, "I'm actually going to go for a walk; I need the exercise and all."  I couldn't help but notice that once she had taken her eyes off me, she never looked back but walked straight out the front door, grabbing her coat along the way.

The three of us looked at each other quite dumbfounded.  "This is too weird," Becky's eyes were very serious as she gazed at me.  I was watching out the front window as Lizzie disappeared down the street, trying to see which way she was going.  Charity was watching as well.  With another sigh, Becky elbowed me softly and nodded her head in the direction of the door.  I knew exactly what she meant and within moments I too was walking out the front door.

*****
Not knowing exactly which way Lizzie had turned beyond the end of our street, I searched for nearly an hour with no luck.  At one point I even called the house to see if she had returned yet, but Becky told me she hadn't seen her.  I assumed Becky must have been alone by that point as she professed her undying love to me as well which I promptly returned.  I could only imagine Becky freaking out on me too; thinking I was chasing down Lizzie because I was in love with her instead or something.  "Damn, why are women so difficult to understand?" I asked the trees I was walking past not far from the park.  They didn't have an answer for me.

Eventually I spotted Lizzie sitting on a park bench that faced the giant water fountain of the park.  Whether she was watching the couple in the open field beyond sharing a picnic, or just staring into space, I couldn't be sure.  "This seat taken?" I asked timidly coming up behind her and sitting down on the bench next to her before she could respond.  Slowly she looked over at me and a soft smile came to her lips.

"The heroic brother come to save the day once more?" she asked still looking at the couple through the fountain.  The guy was feeding something small, like grapes perhaps, into the pretty redhead's mouth as she laid on the blanket, her head in his lap.  "You know... I'm supposed to be the foundation of the family; the one who doesn't ever need saving."  She turned toward me finally.  I could see her eyes were watery like tears might fall at any moment.  "I'm not doing a very good job of it, am I?"

I sat there shocked, my entire defense while I was looking for her had been about what I had assumed Tessa had told her.  For sure I just knew she was going to hit me with some bombshell of that nature.  Never once had I thought she would need help though; she was always as she put it... the foundation.

She looked back over at the couple once more and then watched another couple skating down the sidewalk in front of us while holding hands.  As they skated away, I saw her lift her finger to dry her eyes.

"Is that what this is all about?" I leaned forward onto my elbows, trying to see her face.  The wind was blowing softly, catching her hair around her features.  For a moment I wished I had my camera to catch it; she was breathtakingly gorgeous.  

Lizzie sighed and didn't reply for a few minutes, sniffling a few times like she refused to let any tears actually escape, though I could tell she was crying on the inside.  "When I was taking care of mom and dad, I always thought my time would come someday," she turned toward the lake, speaking without looking at me.  "Then my brothers and sisters needed me so I never really thought about being alone all that much."  She finally did turn to look at me, a single tear finally escaping her grasp and slowly sliding down her freckled cheek.

"I'm thirty-five now," her eyes pleaded like all hope was gone from her heart at this point.  "I haven't been on a date since my high school prom," she shrugged and turned her head to focus on her fingers that played idly.  "...Not that it mattered much even then.  Eric told me that night that he was seeing another girl anyway... but that I had been fun."  She looked back up at me, wiping another tear away before it could be seen.  "The guy who I lost my virginity to told me I was...fun."

I was speechless; she was way too pretty to be thinking any of these sorts of things.  She was way too pretty to be suffering like this too.  One word to any of the guys I had known in college and she would have been inundated with date requests.  Of course most of those guys I'd never let near my sister with a ten-foot pole; she deserved a hell of a lot better.  "You've never mentioned this before.  Why'd you stay quiet about it for so long?"

"You know..." she cocked her head at me, her beautiful hair falling to the side as she gazed at me.  "When you don't see it all the time," she shrugged, "you don't really think about it."  Her eyebrows raised.  "But when you see a couple in love every moment of the day..."

I swallowed hard realizing how I had invariantly brought this pain on my oldest sister.  It tore at my heart almost as bad as the day I had seen Becky tossed on the floor in her old house.  In many ways it was worse; I had been the one to cause her pain.  "I'm sorry," I took her hand in mine.  "I'm so sorry, Lizzie."

She shrugged.  "Honestly you two are beautiful to watch together," she chuckled putting her head down a bit, "...but yeah.  I guess I am a little jealous.  Seeing you two so in love just made me realize..." her voice trailed off without finishing.

"Made you realize what you've been missing in life?" I asked, finishing the sentence for her.  She nodded slowly, wiping both eyes dry.  She was such a strong woman, refusing still to let me see her cry even when I knew she was so torn up inside.  "You're a gorgeous woman though," I put my arm around her, pulling her close to me and she lowered her head on my shoulder.  "Any guy would be more than fortunate to have such a knockout gal who's also an amazing cook, and so completely devoted as well."

She gave an unbelieving chuckle.  "Yeah... tell that to Eric or any of the other guys who always chose some other girl," she slowly started rocking back and forth, "...instead of me."  I felt her body jerk next to mine as her strength to hold back the tears faded and the sobbing of her heart became apparent.  

"Do you... you don't mean me, do you?" I asked nervously.  I remembered that she had mentioned to Becky how she had beat Lizzie out in the end.  It was completely inconceivable that both sisters I had fantasized over for so many years would have felt the same way, but... that's what it was starting to sound like to me.

"No, not entirely..." she shook her head against my shoulder.  "There was Eric... and then I had this thing for Kevin a few years later, but he chose someone else too..."  she lifted her head and looked at me, her eyes damp as she broke a small smile.  "You were my brother... I never really expected or even wanted you to choose me.  It was just really nice knowing that you appreciated me so much."  

I couldn't help but chuckle, sitting back against the bench as I did.  "Appreciated... yeah, that's a good way to put it."

She lowered her face from mine, blushing as she brushed her hair behind her ear, "Ok... yes, I admit that it made me feel really sexy that you were so attracted to me."  She started chuckling too as her eyes gazed on mine.  "I always knew when you were watching me..." she elbowed me softly.    

Seeing that I at least had her in a little peppier mood, I decided to tell her about Becky's words and concerns of late, thinking that it might help a little more.  "You know... Becky keeps worrying that I'd leave her for you now because of that very attraction I have."

Lizzie's eyes turned to me as her eyebrows raised curiously.  "You have?  ...Or you had?"  I blushed, now realizing she had been speaking only of the past and didn't necessarily know about the present.  

"Um..." my cheeks were flushed.  Still, I had opened the door so I wasn't going to close it; not when it was meant only to make her feel better anyway.  "Well, you ARE a gorgeous and sexy woman, Lizzie." I admitted to her.  "Doesn't mean I love Becky any less just because I think so," I chuckled nervously hoping I wasn't making a big mess of the whole thing.  "But that doesn't change the fact that you're a gorgeous woman who truly deserves the very best."

"I guess..." she chuckled looking away from me toward the couple behind the fountain once more.  They were picking up their things and getting ready to go.  "Thank you Jerry," she turned and hugged me properly, those beautiful feminine protrusions pressing hard against my chest that made me feel a little extra guilt for enjoying at that precise moment.  

She sat back regarding me for a moment.  "You know... I don't know that I could have ever gotten over the brother thing though..." her eyes were slowly caressing my features, "especially not as easy as Becky did."  Fighting a losing battle against a smile, her lips pursed at me.  "But looking at you now as her boyfriend and not just my brother..." she started blushing once more.  "Well, you've got a lot going for you actually.  A loving heart... you're tall and... extremely attractive..." she turned away from me covering her face with her hand. "...and um... from the sounds I've heard quite often... you're a darn good lover too."

Immediately she covered her mouth with her hand and breathed deeply, "Oh God... I shouldn't have said that," she whispered nervously getting up, her face written with embarrassment all over it. "So um..." she couldn't look straight at me without her cheeks flushing now.  "I need to uh... I need to go now," she pointed behind her with her thumb quickly.  "I uh..." she couldn't keep her face straight as she bit her lip nervously.  "Bye Jerry," she waved quickly and turned away, walking briskly.

I sat on the bench watching her go completely astonished.  So Lizzie had definitely heard us and on more than one occasion, but her reaction was nothing like I would have ever expected.  After a few moments of collecting my thoughts, I jumped from the bench and chased after her.  "You don't think I'm going to let you just walk away after saying that, do you?"

Her face was now stern though still embarrassed, focused solely on the direction she was walking.  "I was hoping you would."  She exhaled quickly.  "Just... forget everything I said today... ok?"  She put her hand up to cover her face as she walked a little brisker toward the house.  I increased my step to keep up with her; a task easier to do with my long legs.  

"So you're attracted to me too... what's the big deal?" I asked her point blank.  She continued walking briskly though, ignoring me.  I refused to let up though; walking just as quickly beside her until she stopped suddenly and turned toward me.

"Don't you have a girlfriend at home," she snapped suddenly and then turned away from me "...and I'm sure she's about to go crazy if you don't get back to her soon.  Just..." she raised her hands up in frustration as she looked back up at me, her eyes glazed, "leave me be for a little while," her eyes were pleading with me.  "...please?"

She started walking again and I stood there completely speechless as I watched her walk beyond the street that turned to our house.  

*****
Becky was quite worried when I came home alone, but I calmed her by explaining that I had found Lizzie in the park and she just needed a few moments more to think about things.  I couldn't bring myself to tell her what I had learned though.  Becky was already nervous enough without adding those fears to the fire.  Besides, I had made my choice.  Mutual attraction between Lizzie and myself or not, I was with Becky and I loved her; nothing was going to change that.  

Over the next few days there was a marked difference in Lizzie around the house.  I began to notice that she would invent some reason to leave the room whenever I was around, especially if Becky was with me.  I did tell Becky that I thought it best if we kept ourselves calmer in her presence, explaining that Lizzie was just depressed because of the lack of a relationship and she agreed readily enough.  I just didn't want to rub salt in the wound any more than my presence was already seeming to.

Aside from the difficulties with Lizzie though, there was also tension in the house surrounding Tessa.  Though her routine with school hadn't wavered, she still hadn't spoken to Becky or me since that night, which confused me since I thought I had figured out that Lizzie was the one who had heard us.  She had even admitted to hearing us, yet Tessa's actions were completely unexplainable.  

It was a Saturday afternoon and Becky and I were spending time in the living room watching a movie.  She was curled against me with my hand slowly caressing her ass under her skirt, but only because Lizzie had been in her room for a few hours and Charity was trying out for a local music gig.  When we heard a door open halfway through the movie, she sat back up in a hurry so as to give the appearance of normality between us.  Shortly after Tessa came out of the hallway, a towel wrapped around her body and walked straight for the back porch.  She looked over at us for a split second only.

"This is getting to be ridiculous," Becky sighed pausing the movie and turning toward me.  "Why don't you go try to talk to her," she shrugged.  "Maybe that's what she's been waiting for.  You know how much of a drama queen she is."

I agreed laughing at Becky's choice of words and stood up, looking back at my beautiful sister.  "While I'm at it, why don't you go try to talk with Lizzie for a while?  She's been in there an awfully long time." I suggested.  I knew there was nothing I could say at that point that could help Lizzie, but perhaps Becky could figure out something.  She agreed and headed for Lizzie's room while I walked to the back porch.

"Hey there Tizzy girl," I called my baby sister by the nickname I had used with her when she was child, sliding into a chair beside her.  She was now bikini clad, laying out in the sun on her favorite lounger and as my eyes roamed over her body, I could see without a doubt that she was definitely not the same girl I had once given horsey rides to as a teenager.  My groin stirred immediately upon visually taking her in.

"Um... anything you'd like to talk about?" I asked nervously since I hadn't really planned what I was going to say.  "You haven't said a word all week now."  She turned her head toward me, but I couldn't see her eyes behind the sunglasses she was wearing.  A few moments of uncertainty, my breath held as I hoped she would open her mouth, but she just laid her head back down.  

"Come on Tessa," I scooted from my chair to sit on the edge of her lounger just beside her knee.  Quite honestly I had expected her to throw me off, kick me... I hoped she would even.  All I wanted was some kind of a reaction that could possibly produce a dialogue, but she wouldn't say a word.  Her only movement was a slight adjustment of her leg giving me a bit more space.

"We're family.  You know you can't be mad at me forever now."  I leaned against her leg, my elbow jarring it softly.  She scoffed at me, turning her head away to the side.  "Come on.  It's not even fair if I don't know what I did," I pleaded to her.  Inside I cringed though, wondering if she really had been the one to hear us.  But that would mean Lizzie had heard us at different times though... earlier times.  Or perhaps they both had been outside the room.  Contemplating the profoundness of this mess, I sighed.  If only I could get Tessa to talk about it, perhaps some things could be cleared up. 

A couple more minutes of prodding, pushing, and waiting received nothing more from her and I finally gave up, standing up to head back inside.  Just as I was sliding the door open though, I heard her voice.  "Am I really as beautiful as everyone says I am?" her words were cold as if she were telling me which lake I could go jump in.  Still, it was something so I was overjoyed to hear it.

Quickly closing the door, I sat down on her lounger once more.  "Truth is, you're even prettier than that," I smiled at her widely hoping that a little honest flattery might get her to open up into more productive discussions.  She gave no indication that she wanted further conversation about it though, waiting a few more minutes as I sat next to her going over in my head what I should say.




The Great Recession Ch. 03



"Listen," I turned to her deciding on complete sincerity at this point.  This had to be about that night; there was no other explanation.  Without any other option, I couldn't just let the silence continue.  "About that night..."

"So if I'm so beautiful then what is it that Becky has and I don't?" she interrupted me, pushing her glasses up on her head as her brown eyes stared directly at me.  "Why'd you choose her?"

My jaw hit the floor completely unable to form a response of any kind for a few moments.  "Wha... what do you mean?" I finally stuttered.  I was happy to be getting something out of her, but I wasn't sure what she was getting at.

She looked around the yard for several moments, increasing my nerves within before she spoke again.  "Well, you're obviously a much bigger pervert then I ever imagined," she looked back at me with her eyes glaring.  "So what made you choose her?  If you think I'm so damn beautiful, then why wasn't I the one you chose?"

I had always known Tessa to be an attention-hog but this was big even for her.  "You're upset... that I chose Becky instead of you?"  I tried to fathom what she could be thinking at that moment.

"Well yeah," she shrugged like it was the most natural thing ever.  "I mean, if you're going to go all out into pervert-ville, might as well go for the hottest sister available.  Am I right?"  She was looking at me as if we were discussing something as simple as a class schedule.  "Well, obviously you don't agree," she added moments later, looking away toward the bushes... like her feelings were hurt.  "After all, you chose the nerdy librarian with the tiny tits."  She looked back at me, thoroughly confused.  "But why though?"

I put my hand on hers thinking how I could answer this in a way that wouldn't spark any more hard feelings.  Her face softened as her lower lip pouted at me adorably.  "Becky and I were always close years ago," I started.  "We were so close in age and we were the best of friends," I cleared my throat.  "So my um... my attraction to her started way back then."  I patted her hand softly while smiling at her.  "Besides, you're my baby sister..."

Immediately her face turned harsh once more, her eyes suddenly piercing mine as I quickly realized I had veered down the wrong path.  She was quiet again, glaring at me with pain in her eyes and I was afraid we were going back to square one when all the sudden she moved.  It was too quick to register immediately as she pulled the strings that held her bikini top in place and dramatically tossed them down.  "Does this look like a baby sister to you?" she asked me directly.  My jaw was on the floor, my mouth watering, and my erection immediate as she bared her full chest to me; nothing hidden this time.

Her skin was absolutely flawless in the sunlight; her breasts proudly protruding from her body with a youthful strength in the way they barely sagged, though I was pretty sure she sported a D-cup easily and was somehow defying the laws of gravity.  Contrary to her older sister though, Tessa had smaller nipples on darker pink, nearly tan oval areolas. 

She grabbed my hand and placed it forcefully on her breast, squeezing my fingers to feel her firmness.  "Definitely better than little miss flat-chest don't you think?"  I tried to pull my hand away; my head was trying to send the signals but the muscles just wouldn't respond.  "Looks to me like your cock is smarter than your brain, Jerry," she started laughing devilishly looking straight at the tenting erection in my pants.  "Maybe you should just listen to him more often."

Shaking my head in disbelief I watched for the door, fearful that Becky would come out at any moment while I mentally struggled to free my hand.  I wanted to do the right thing; I couldn't hurt Becky but Tessa just felt so amazing that I couldn't bring myself to move either.  "Why now, Tessa?  Obviously you know I'm with Becky now; why didn't you approach me like this before?"

"I heard you guys," she dropped my hand and ran hers down her body and between her legs, squeezing her hands between her thighs as she pushed the small bikini fabric against her youthful feminine lips.   "It was so frickin' hot hearing you make Becky squeal like that... and the way you were moaning," she inhaled sharply as her hands pressed against her body, her chest swelling outward with each breathe.

"So you did hear it, huh?" I asked her directly, trying my hardest to be loyal to Becky and not pay attention to Tessa's actions.  It was definitely a quickly losing battle though.  "That's why you've ignored us all week?"  Her eyes opened and she stopped rubbing herself, but her hands never left her legs.

"I was... confused," she took on a very dignified air as she spoke the word.  "When Becky first talked of moving into your room, I figured hearing you guys would make me sick... but when I actually did hear it," she paused inhaling once more.  Looking down I noticed her finger was active once more.  "...hearing you guys made me so fucking horny that night that I had an orgasm right outside your door.  I was confused... and turned on... and mad..."

"At us?" I raised my eyebrows curiously interjecting.

"At you... at me for being an even bigger pervert than you are," she then put her hands up on my chest.  "Then I got to thinking..." she sat up in her chair, leaning closer to me.  I tried to back away; at least in my mind I did; I swear I did.  My body just wouldn't cooperate though.  "Why should Becky be the one to have you?  I'm a hundred times hotter," she licked her lips at me as she moved closer, "younger," she pressed her bare breasts against my chest as she moved in to kiss me.  I didn't kiss her back but I didn't exactly pull away either; her lips were like a silky velvet against mine, my soldier now throbbing solidly like I was just about to explode.  "...and I guarantee that I'm a lot freakier in bed too."

I couldn't take it anymore.  If I didn't move then, I was going to lose it.  My body was starting to give in even though my heart was totally given to Becky.  Breathing heavily, panting in both nerves and lust I stood up and backed away from her as she laughed at me, a dirty seductress kind of laugh.  "Think about it Jerry," she licked her lips at me, a hint of her desires as she turned over on her lounger to continue her sunbath.