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Morning Wood Ch. 03

By: jackredd



Ch 3: Date Night

Guinne's phone began to vibrate, and she reached into her pocket to retrieve it. Her eyes flashed around the room before looking to the caller id on the outside. Guinne let a grin touch her lips and stood, quickly moving from the room into the hallway.

"Hey, Art. I was starting to think you wouldn't call me, it's been two weeks," Guinne said into the phone as she stepped out of the classroom.

"I've been busy," Art lied, he stared down at the floor. He was in his living room, a homemade pizza on the coffee table before him, half eaten.

"Work, I guess," Guinne could tell by his tone that he hadn't been busy, during the week sure, but two weekends had passed, nearly three full weeks, since the last time they'd spoken. Since that fateful day that their relationship had started on a path that was far different from anything Art had ever envisioned for their futures.

"Yeah, work and stuff, I actually called to ask you out this weekend. There is a party at work, and I, well, as long as we aren't making out or whatever, we could go. Maybe after we can get a coffee and talk."

Talk. That was the word that frightened Guinne, did he mean talk of their relationship ending, or talk of them moving forward with it? "This weekend is good; I have classes Saturday and Sunday, like usual, but my Saturday classes are over at four, I could head over after that."

"Alright, that sounds good, the Party starts around six. I'll see you then," Art was a little scared at the prospect of seeing her, but he knew that he had to; more than that, he knew that he wanted to.

"See you then, I better go, I'm in the middle of my creative writing class," Guinne moved back to the door, having gotten out of its way just in case anyone wanted to use it. "See ya Saturday, love you."

"Bye," Art hung up, she always said 'love you' as goodbye, had since they were little kids, but this time it scared him. He loved her, and he knew that she loved him, but with the changes happening to them... It just frightened him.

Guinne pushed the door open, and slipped into the classroom quietly; her teacher looked up, and frowned slightly. Guinne looked down at her feet, trying to avoid the woman's eyes, hurrying to her seat.

Guinne couldn't manage to pay attention during her class; she doodled in her notebook, thinking about what might happen this coming weekend. How was Art feeling about what had happened between them? Was he going to tell her that it was over? Was he going to ask her to do more things with him? It was all so difficult to wrap her head around. When the bell rang and the teacher dismissed the class, Guinne hadn't even put her stuff away. She sighed hurriedly shoving her books in her bag.

"Guinne, can I talk to you for a moment?" Her teacher called to her, Guinne frowned but nodded, coming up to the front of the classroom.

"Yea, Ms. Mercer?"

"I just wanted to remind you that that rewrite is due Monday, I don't want you getting any more behind in class. I shouldn't even have let you do this rewrite, but you talked me in to it. So it better be good."

Guinne's attention had been all over the place the last couple of weeks, and her teacher knew it, she needed to buckle down. "Sorry, I'll have it ready then."

Guinne said her goodbye and ducked out of the class, sighing as she headed for her next one.

--

Art set his cell down on the coffee table and looked up at the empty television screen; he could taste Guinne on his lips. He'd spent the last two weeks trying not to think about Guinne, trying to find a way to pretend they hadn't experienced what they had.

He got up, picking the tray of pizza up as well, and heading into the kitchen, he set it next to the stove while he dug around for a container to put it in, once he'd found one he stuck the slices in and then put it into the fridge. His eyes flickered to the window, and then to where Guinne had pushed him up against the counter.

Art couldn't help but think about that morning, about her body pressed to his as she ran her hand up and down his length. He closed his eyes, feeling his erection pressing against his boxers. He looked down at the tent forming there, and unbuttoned his pants. He couldn't think of a better way to get used to thinking of her sexually, than masturbating when thoughts of her aroused him.

So he unsheathed his erection as he exited into the hall, his hand slowly working its way up and down his shaft. It was awkward walking upstairs like that, but he managed to stroke a few times on the way up and was soon lying out on his back on his bed.

Art closed his eyes as his hand stroked him slowly, he imagined that Guinne was in his closet, watching, her fingers buried between her legs, he moaned softly, and soon was splattering his juices all over his stomach and sheets.

--

Guinne finished her last class of the day later that evening and rushed back to her dorm room. She would have to figure out the perfect thing to wear. Her side of her dorm room was a mess, with clothes piled in various places; both clean and dirty. Her roommate's half was spotless; the girl was a neat freak, and hated how messy Guinne was. Guinne had stopped caring months ago.

Guinne began digging through the piles of clothes, throwing things on her bed that were a maybe. When she had finally gone through pretty much everything, she moved to the bed, sorting through the maybes. She wanted to look just right for Art, but also didn't want to look too slutty, since it was a work party. She realized she should have maybe asked how formal it was, but decided to just got with moderately. Finally she sighed and threw all of the clothes back on the floor and went to her closet. She had a half dozen dresses, ranging from one that looked like a prom dress, to a few that were practically see through summer dresses. She held each up to her in front of the mirror on her dresser, worrying her lip in thought.

She finally decided on a blue satin one, with a halter top that showed enough cleavage to draw a little attention. It angled down to one side with layers for the bottom part. She set it aside and dug around finding a pair of panties to go with it. Her breasts were still perky enough and with how the dress was designed she decided to be a little risqué and go without a bra, hoping her brother would enjoy that. It took her fifteen minutes to find the blue pumps that went with it, eventually locating them under her bed. With that she set it all up and dropped onto said bed, passing out with pleasant thoughts of the next night.

--

The next morning came, and with it classes; Guinne had two on Saturday, math for an hour in the morning, and poetry for two in the afternoon. She kept thinking about that night, about what they might do. She spent the whole day aroused and it was making her a little crazy, but she did her best not to think about it and somehow she managed to get through her classes. Though, as she walked back to her dormitory she decided that it might be best to borrow somebody's notes from both of them. She got home quickly and slid into the shower, she wanted to wait for tonight, but in case nothing happened she decided she had better relieve some of her arousal, or she might try and force something that Art didn't want.

Guinne's fingers slid down between her legs, her fingers rubbing at her clit slowly. She leaned back against the wall, glad for the no slip thing her roommate had installed in the shower; her eyes closed and she began to rub more vigorously at herself. With the water raining down and flowing through her fingers, it didn't take that long before she was cumming, her whole body shaking with it as she moaned and whimpered, her mind filled with visions of her brother. 

Guinne ended up on her knees before her orgasm was finished, unable to keep herself standing as the waves of pleasure ran through her. Quickly she washed up, pulled a robe on, and began doing her hair. It took a few minutes to blow dry and style but soon she was exiting into her bedroom. Maria, her roommate, was at her computer doing homework or something, as she came out.

"Hey Maria," Guinne said as she began picking up what she had decided on wearing, sliding the panties on under her robe. She turned away from her roommate, dropping her robe and pulling the dress on, she adjusted it in the mirror, sliding some nude stockings up her legs, and finding her garters to put on as well. She paused for a moment looking at her feet, Hrm, panties over the garter would make for easier access. 

Guinne slid her feet into the pumps and went into the bathroom, quickly sliding her garters back off and then pulling her panties off, she pulled the garters back on, and then the panties on top of them. 

"No bra? Garter belt? Stockings? Must be a hot date," Maria called from the other room as Guinne shifter her under things around.

"Something like that," Guinne half mumbled, but loud enough to be heard. Maria got up wandering to the doorway to watch Guinne get ready, her eyes lingering on her roommate's voluptuous form a little more than was perhaps decent.

"Anyone I know?"

"Nope, he doesn't go to school here, he goes to the art institute; friend of my brother's," Guinne lied, Art had come by more than once when Maria was here.

"Ah; well have fun, and if you wouldn't mind cleaning up a bit tomorrow?"

"Yea, yea," Guinne nodded, knowing she'd likely do no such thing, she applied a small amount of make up, just highlighting her features, then find a pearl necklace and matching bracelet in her jewelry box, putting them on. She finished the look with a cream bag and with a beaded pearl strap. Looking around the room then at herself she nodded and headed out.

"See ya," she said, smiling at Maria as she left.

Maria waved goodbye watching Guinne's heart shaped behind exit the dorm. She had always found her roommate attractive, but that dress she'd been wearing was really something sexy. Maria slipped her hand down to the front of her jeans as the door shut fully.

Guinne rushed down to her car, a black Toyota Echo. She was soon speeding down the road; it was almost an hour drive to her brother's. She had told him she got out at four, but with her shower taking a bit longer than she had originally anticipated, it was nearly five by the time she was on the road. She decided not to call though; it wouldn't be too big a tragedy if they were a few minutes late for the party.

--

It was nearly six and Art wondered where Guinne was, she had said her last class was out at four. He figured she had probably just spent an hour or more deciding what to wear; she had always been a bit picky. He shrugged, it didn't really matter if they were a bit late for the party.

Art heard a car outside a few minutes later, and headed to the door, he opened it as she was about to knock, offering her a smile as he looked her up and down. He'd seen the dress before, but not quite worn like it was, he wasn't sure why but somehow it seemed sexier than the last time he'd seen her in it. 

"Let me grab my jacket, and we'll go," he said turning back into the house and going to the hall closet, Guinne couldn't help but look him over as well, he was in black slacks, with a blue pin striped dress shirt, no blazer or tie, as he pulled out his pea coat that she had got him for Christmas the year before, but she was glad it wasn't fully casual. She had worried she might have overdressed.

"So what is this party for anyway?"

"It's the 20th anniversary of the firm, all three owners will be there, though one hasn't worked in a dozen years or more, and one retired last year. But I guess with the big two-oh they are all coming in to make an appearance and show their support or whatever," Art said as he locked the door to the house.

He preceded her to the car, and unlocked the passenger door of his Charger. Guinne arched a brow and let a faint smile crease her lips. Art had was not the kind of brother who was quite so gentlemanly to open doors for her, but apparently he was the type of date who did such things. She couldn't help but take that as a good sign.

"Well that is cool, I'm glad you invited me to come," she was too, she might have said that even if she wasn't, but he'd thought of her and not somebody else. Granted she knew some of his coworkers so they'd still have to act like brother and sister. But maybe afterwards, though he'd mentioned going out for coffee, and not back to his place.

The rest of the ride was filled with some small talk, about school and work and their mother bugging them about coming over for dinner or something at the same time. Neither mentioned how awkward that could be if this moved forward.

Once they arrived Art led her up to the fifth floor of the building he worked in, the lower floors housed some law firms and other such things, but the whole top floor was part of the Graphic Design company he worked for. Originally they had just done print, but in the last ten years had moved into web and other alternate media. 

Art looked around as they entered the large conference room where the main part of the party was taking place, people had spread into some of the other conference rooms and a few private groups were in the lobby and, he thought, perhaps some offices as well.

He spotted Chuck talking to some cute girl, he was pretty sure she was one of the IT people, and Chuck waved at them, beckoning him over. 

"Hey," Art said, smiling at June and then glancing at his sister, "Chuck, I think you know Guinne my sister, and it's ... I'm sorry I know you've worked on my computer a couple of times, but I cannot for the life of me remember your name."

"June," she said with a smile, "Nice to meet you Guinne, even if your brother is kind of a jerk," she was grinning though, obviously teasing him.

"Only when it comes to remember pretty girls' names," Guinne responded with a wink, and June couldn't help but blush just a little bit. 

"I'll go get us a drink," Guinne said, turning and heading off to the open bar on the other end of the room.

"Wow, don't take this the wrong way Art, but your sister cleans up really well," Art turned looking at her across the room for a moment, then shrugged his shoulders at Chuck.

"She's my sister, I wouldn't know," but even as he said the words he knew that he did know, that she was gorgeous over there by the bar, ordering them drinks. She was leaning against the bar, causing her dress to lay across her ample heart shaped rump in a very pleasant manner.

"June and I are going to go have a smoke, if you wanna join us?" Chuck glanced around then made a motion with his hands, like he was smoking a pipe. 

"Nah, thanks though, you two enjoy," Art said, watching them head off, June wriggled her fingers at him, as they headed for the stairway that would lead them to the roof.

"Where are those two off to?" Guinne asked as she returned with two drinks, hers was green, and his was whiskey on the rocks. 

"Roof, for a smoke break," Art answered, taking his drink and taking a slow pull off of it, a drink was just what he needed. He looked around, then back to his sister, it was weird, because he was thinking of her as a date, but he had to be careful, people here knew who she was, "I think they are dancing in the room next door, do you wanna go?"

"Sure," Guinne motioned for him to lead the way, she powered down her drink as they moved into the other room, setting it on a table that had been pressed up against the wall. They had gone pretty all out for the party and there was a DJ in one corner, the lights were all off and only some strobe lights and laser lights and things provided any illumination. Two dozen or more bodies were squeezed into a space that could probably fit half that many comfortably, but Guinne grabbed Art's hand and dragged him into the mess when he started to look like he wanted to back out.

"Come on," she said into his ear, half a yell and half a whisper, and soon they were out in the middle. Loud music made the whole room feel like it was vibrating, and she danced him around a bit, finally turning around and sliding his arms around her waist. He was capable of moving around in such a way that didn't look stupid, but he was not very skilled. Guinne on the other hand had taken ballet since she was 12 and had also taken some other more modern dance classes since she'd started at school. 

Guinne was doing her best to make it easy on him, and make them both look good, and as the song changed into a fast paced techno song she began to shake her booty, his crotch was nestled against her ass, and she could feel that her jiggle was causing him some discomfort in the form of an erection.

Art was blushing, but luckily it was hot in the room and it would just look like he was heated from that, not that anyone could really make anything out in here, he hoped that Guinne would change how she was dancing when she felt his erection, and she did but her change was to push into him a bit more and to make her jiggle a little slower. It was obvious to him that she was purposefully teasing him.

The grinding of Guinne's backside into Art's erection was getting to be too much though, and after a few minutes of it he shifted around her, so that they faced each other again. A smile touched both of their lips as their eyes met. His fingers lifted, reaching up and moving her sweat drenched bangs out of her eyes. He felt her arms slide around his waist, and his erection dug into her hip, but at least she wasn't wriggling.

Guine looked around at the people around them, nobody was paying any attention to anything but the person they were dancing with, and anyone past a few feet couldn't see them in the lighting, so she pushed up onto her toes and pressed a hard kiss to Art's lips, her hips grinding into his erection. She was glad he was aroused, she was dripping herself, not as wet as she'd been that morning a few weeks ago, but she was certain that her panties were soaked.

Art let the kiss go on for a few moments, but then he broke it, too worried somebody might spot them. He raised his brows at her, and mouthed 'be good' she pouted, and he couldn't help but imagine those thick lips wrapped around his cock. Which of course caused his erection to twitch against her and she giggled leaning her head against his shoulder, as the song finished. Art took her hand and headed for the other room again, dragging her along, it was too hot to spend more than a couple songs in that room. Well, in his opinion.

Once they were in the hall Guinne stopped him, "Where's the bathroom?" She asked, and he pointed, "Get me a drink and I'll meet you by the bar, okay?" He nodded as she turned, he watched her moving away, her hips swaying pleasantly. He glanced down at his erection and then around, nobody was around so he took the opportunity to adjust it so it was less noticeable, then went to get those drinks.

Guinne relieved herself then went to the mirror, sighing at how smudged her make up was, she opened her little bag and dug around taking the time to clean it up and wipe away the glistening on her forward and between her cleavage. 

"Having a nice time?" June asked her as she stepped into the bathroom, stopping at the mirror to fix her own make up and wash her hands. 

"Yea, was just dancing and it is super hot in there," Guinne smiled at the other girl, the two could not have been more different in appearance, with Guinne being what most would call a 'ginger' freckles, red hair. She was also curvaceous, with a heart shaped bubble butt. June on the other hand was thin, she had soft looking features and Guinne guessed that while her belly was flat, it probably wasn't toned. June had enough curve to her hips and bottom to be attractive and not boyish, but only just. Combine this with dark hair, likely dyed the raven black that it was, and the plastic thick rimmed glasses she wore and the girls were about as different as could be.


Morning Wood Ch. 04



Ch. 4 Popcorn, Movies, and Sex.

Art was just putting the last of the prepped food into the fridge when the doorbell rang, he glanced at his watch, six fifteen, yeah she'd probably just taken awhile getting ready. He slipped out to the door, moving too close to the wall, his black cargo pants caught on the doorway and he was jerked back for a moment. He grunted in annoyance and disentangled himself, then moved to the door.

Guinne was looking around absently as she waited for him to answer the door; his Dodge Charger sat in the driveway to his townhouse, she knew in the garage was his baby, some muscle car that she never remembered the name of. She looked up, the building was three stories tall and she could see his bedroom window up there at the top. She hoped that she'd be looking out of it later. The door slid open interrupting her and she grinned at her brother. Her smile broadened a little when she saw that he was wearing the black Star Wars t-shirt she had bought him for his birthday.

"Hey big brother," Guinne said as he moved out of the way to let her in.

"Hey Guinne," he shut the door quietly and turned to her. He barely had time to breathe after he spoke as she slid her arms around him and pressed a firm kiss to his lips. He almost pushed her away, the kiss unexpected, but as it lingered on, he melted into it. Guinne's hands lifted, mussing his hair lightly, the dark curls that he shared with their father so unlike her own red locks.

Slowly she pulled back, smiling at him and blushing a little bit, her eyes darted to the floor, as Art's skin turned red with his own blush. That had been rather forward and he couldn't help but wonder and worry about what might happen tonight. He pushed the thoughts away though and motioned at the living room. "Go pick us out a movie, I'll go make us some drinks. You still a gin and tonic girl?"

"Of course," Guinne smiled and turned heading to the living room. Art's eyes lingered on her as she did, the little black skirt she wore brought images to his mind that seemed to make it a bit difficult to breathe. Guinne could feel his eyes on her, and the thrill of it could be felt deep in the pit of her stomach. Her lips curved into a mischievous grin and she looked down at her shoes, acting like she had just noticed that they were untied. She bent at the waist, it was a little difficult to reach her shoes this way, but she was just pretending to tie them anyway. Her skirt lifted a bit as she bent, revealing the milky smooth skin of her backside, faint freckles kissed those round and juicy cheeks. Art swallowed thickly, as a bit more was revealed and he got a glimpse of the white panties she wore and the swollen pink lips that peaked out between the sides of them.

Art blushed deeply as he turned and went into the kitchen; his sister was wearing crotchless panties? What did she think was going to happen tonight dressed like that? Art pulled open the door to his freezer and removed a bottle of gin that was on the shelf. Turning around he walked over to the mini bar set up near the doorway, and leaned against it. His erection pressed against the cabinet, images of his sister's hairless lips fueling his desire. Art glanced down, pulling back a bit and adjusted it so it was less noticeable. He flushed thinking about it, maybe something would happen tonight, it was pretty obvious she wanted it to, and he couldn't help but want something in return.

Art called into the other room, "The movies are on top of the television."

Guinne had moved and sat down, but when he called out she got up to pick a movie. She looked through them picking up each one and reading the title. The top two were sci-fi flicks, the last was what looked like maybe a romantic comedy. She pondered all three for a moment, putting her elbows on top of the TV as she considered. Guinne noticed something back there, a DVD case, and reached out pulling it from where it was sitting, she grinned faintly, she was pretty sure it was some porno movie. It was called 'Under the Sheets' and had two naked women and a naked man in bed on the cover.

Guinne considered just putting the porno on, but decided that maybe it was better to ease into it; they had a long night ahead of them, or could if she played her cards right. So she popped 'Serenity' out of its case and stuck it in the DVD player, she'd seen it before and knew that Art had too, but it was a good movie. Neither would mind watching it again. Guinne moved back toward the couch, as she heard popcorn popping in the kitchen, she smiled and hopped onto the couch, kicking her shoes off and tucking her feet up underneath herself.

"What are we watching?" Art inquired as he entered with a bowl of popcorn in one hand and the two drinks balanced on a small tray in the other.

"Serenity, I figured who doesn't like to watch River kick a little ass?" Guinne smiled at him, as he sat down at the end of the couch, a few feet from her. She wrinkled her nose at him a moment, chewing her lip. Should she move down to him? Or was he purposely putting space between them? After a few moments Guinne moved over on the couch, so that she was leaning up against Art's side. He placed the two drinks on the table, and slid his arm around her waist without a word. 

Guinne snuggled into his side a bit and stuck a few pieces of popcorn into her mouth; chewing quietly as he navigated the menu on the DVD and got it playing the movie. His mind was a little distracted, every inch of his body acutely aware of the fact that her breast was pressing against his arm and that her hand was resting on his thigh, inches from the erection he was trying to hide.

Somehow, the two managed to get through the entire movie, though Guinne did manage to work in a few kisses along with their cuddling. When Art had her pick out the second movie, she decided on the somewhat romantic comedy 'Lost in Translation.' Art had mixed them a few more drinks during 'Serenity', and they were both a little tipsy by now, but had switched to Pepsi so they wouldn't get too drunk. Neither of them was much of a heavy weight though and their three drinks apiece had definitely loosened some inhibitions. By the middle of the second movie, they weren't really watching it; they had shifted so that Guinne was half lying on Art, half sitting next to him, with her arms wrapped around him. Occasionally they would kiss, but for the most part, they were just enjoying the warmth of each other's bodies, the peaceful feeling of holding each other.

Things were slowly drifting toward a bit more than snuggling, as Guinne started to place gentle kisses along her brother's neck, gently nibbling at the soft flesh there. Art was a bit hesitant, but Guinne moved slowly, trying not to press too much, trying to take it slow with him. They both wanted more, she could feel the wetness between her legs and his erection pressing against her side.

Art and Guinne's lips were locked together, their tongues teasing and tasting each other's; when the room suddenly went quiet. Art pulled away, the silence startling him and looked around and then his eyes went to the television, the movie was over; the DVD player had gone into standby, indicating it had been over for more than just a couple of moments.

"I have no idea what happened in the last half of that movie," Art murmured, with a faint smile on his lips. Guinne giggled softly at him, and pressed a gentle kiss to his lips.

"Don't worry, I don't either," Guinne confessed, having to smile at the fact that they had been so wrapped up in each other that the rest of the world had simply vanished.

"Well, it's getting to be dinner time anyway, why don't I go make it up and you can put in another movie for us to watch while we eat. Deal? Or check what's on cable, if you prefer... up to you," Art smiled at her as he gently disentangled himself from her arms. He wanted to shift his erection so it wasn't so obvious, but doing so would have drawn just as much attention, so he just smiled at her and slipped out of the living room, once in the hall adjusting himself to a more comfortable position.

Guinne had to bite her lip to keep from giggling as she watched him try to hide his erection, letting it out when he was out of the room, a soft and cheerful sound. Not that she could blame him; she knew that her own state of arousal was as high if not higher than his. She glanced at the last two movies sitting on the television, and then slid off the couch and picked them up. The other sci-fi movie or what she was pretty sure was a porno flick? She did want to eat, and found it a bit odd to watch porn while eating. Guinne tapped her chin absently, considering what to do; Art had said she could check the cable for something on as well.

"That works, something on TV, then some porno," she murmured to herself.

"Did you say something?" Art called from the other room.

"No, just thinking aloud," Guinne replied as she put 'Under the Covers' into the DVD player, stopping it and switching over to the cable box. She flicked for a few minutes, and then finally left it on a 'Futurama' double feature, lying back down on the couch. Her hand drifted down between her legs, feeling the dampness all along her wet slit. Guinne wanted so bad to finger herself, she wanted even more for Art to come in here and fuck her. She got neither though, as she pulled her hand away and leaned back with a sigh. First dinner, then they could move onto something more fun.

Art had prepared everything in advance, all he really had to do was warm the various dishes up, it took him less than ten minutes to get it all ready, and a few minutes later, he entered the living room with two plates. They ate as they watched 'Futurama', the time letting them cool off a bit, and letting them laugh a bit. By the time the second was done they were finished with dinner, so he took the plates into the kitchen and then returned, dropping down next to her once more.

"Now what?" Art asked, looking over at his sister, who had a faintly mischievous look on her face. He wondered what was going on in her head, but Guinne didn't say anything to his question. She just pushed him over onto his side, and used her toes to push his shoes off.

"Lay out, I'm tired of sitting up, then we'll watch another movie," Guinne instructed him, they had often lain like this watching a movie when they were younger, so Art did as he was told, laying out on the couch and making room for her to lay in front of him. Her backside pressed right up against him, causing the erection that had subsided some during dinner to spring back into full arousal. She rested her head on his arm, as he snaked them around her, one sliding under her head, the other around her waist. Guinne held the remote, but hadn't started the movie yet.

"Were we just gonna stare at the blank screen for a bit?"

"I thought we might," Guinne replied, wriggling her bottom a little and causing Art to moan softly, "I just wasn't sure if the movie I put in was one you rented or not, I found it behind your TV."

"I guess one of them could have fallen back there, I don't know, what is it?"

"You'll see," Guinne said with a grin and hit play, the movie started out with some attempt at acting, not very good acting, but it tried. After a few minutes, the two main characters were going at it. "Interesting film here Art, not sure what's going on with the plot though."

"Hmmm?" Art said, feeling a bit awkward, he knew what movie this was, and it was not one he had rented. He seriously considered turning it off, but decided to play along. There was no way that Guinne had put it in without knowing what it was.

"Well, it seemed like Rick there was mad at Suzanne, but now he looks quite pleased with her. Maybe it has something to do with her sucking on that lollipop he has in his pants?" As Guinne spoke, her hand slid between them, and was squeezing and rubbing against his erection.

Art swallowed a bit thickly and shifted so he could look at her face for a moment; then back to the screen, where Suzanne was standing up and bent over a chair, "I guess she's got the skills necessary to change his view on their argument."

"I guess she does," Guinne murmured, this was the moment of truth she knew. Maybe they could stop here, maybe they could forget the other day. But if tonight happened, it would have to be real, she knew it would. She rolled over, turning away from the TV, and shifting so that she was laying on top of Art, he moved with her, so that he was lying on his back. Her hand hadn't left his erection, rubbing at it through his cargo pants.

Guinne's fingers moved up along his crotch, tugging the button open on his pants and pushing the zipper down. His cock was still hidden away by the flannel boxers he wore and gently she tugged at their waistline, freeing his erection from its bounds. It stood up straight and tall, pointing to the ceiling, her fingers wrapped around it, remembering how it had felt the other day, enjoying the soft and firm feeling of it. Part of her wanted to just slide him between her legs and fuck him until he filled her with his hot cum, but she knew that would scare him too much. She was a little worried that even this was going to freak him out, but he wasn't pushing her away.

Guinne slowly worked her way down Art's body, occasionally looking up into his eyes, smiling encouragingly as her hand slowly slid up and down his engorged cock. He was a lot harder than he had been the other day, she noted, assuming it had to do with the several hours of teasing they had just been involved in. Then she was there, her eyes were filled with his thick, juicy cock, a little damp from the precum he was oozing.

Guinne's breath was hot on him, Art felt like he was about ready to explode at any moment, but he closed his eyes and tried to think about other things, he wanted to last at least a few more minutes. And then her mouth was on him, her wet tongue darted over his tip, her fingernails scratched along the base of his erection and then began to gently rub and massage his sac. Guinne paused for a moment and peered up into his eyes, she could see the lust and desire in them, but the vulnerability and the fear was there too and he smiled at her, reassuringly. He wanted this, he knew he did, despite his earlier protestations; despite all the taboo that surrounded this, he wanted it.

"Like that?" Guinne asked, but Art just flushed a deep red and nodded faintly down at her. Guinne couldn't stop the faint giggle that this inspired in her, closing her eyes for a moment, and then gently kissing the tip of his erection. "I think my big brother does like me sucking on his cock."

Art flushed even more at her words, slightly embarrassed by her dirty talk, but also turned on even more; he peered down at her as she opened her eyes and looked back up at him. He stared down at her, not sure what to do, how to react to her words. Did she want him to talk back? He wasn't used to a lot of talking, "I think you might be right," was the best he could manage. 

Guinne was more than happy to continue down the path she had set before them, the wetness between her legs growing at his obvious pleasure. Her lips parted and once again wrapped around his raging hard on; she began to slowly work her mouth up and down his length. Her fingers wrapped around the base, moving with her mouth, as she couldn't fit all of him into it. Just as he was starting to think he couldn't take much more she pulled away from him, smiling up at him. His hips bucking a little at this, her hand still held him and he fucked it a moment before her hand settled onto his hip to stop him.

"Calm down big brother, don't you want your strip tease before you give me that nice hot load of cum?"

Art swallowed a bit thickly and nodded, not trusting himself to speak for the moment, Guinne smiled at him, as she climbed to her feet. She turned away from him and bent forward, her legs together; he could see the slit of her wet cunt between her legs, as well as the puckered little hole of her anus. Art fantasized about just standing up and plugging into one of those tight little holes, but he didn't. He lay back watching as she peered back over her shoulder at him, standing up slowly and then turning toward him, she gripped the bottom of her t-shirt, slowly inching it up her stomach. Then dropping it and winking at him.

She lifted the front of her skirt, and then feigned a blush and covered her mouth as she dropped it once more. Art's hand drifted down between his legs and he began to stroke himself, but Guinne reached out and swatted his hand, "Mine, you leave that alone till I'm ready to play with it again." She nodded, and leaned up kissing him hard, her tongue teased at his a moment before she pulled away. Guinne walked a few steps away, her hips swaying seductively.

Art's head was swimming; the smell of them filled the room, that smell that couldn't be mistaken for anything but sex. Parts of him were still telling him to get up and leave, to forget this ever happened, but she was so amazing, so beautiful. Guinne was a thick and gorgeous woman, and he loved her so much, he always had. Sure this wasn't what that love had originally been, but couldn't he let it evolve into this?

Guinne's hands went to the buttons that held her skirt in place, and she undid them, turning back toward him as she did. A few steps forward made the skirt slink down her legs and fall to the floor. Art wasn't able to continue thinking about anything but her after that. He could see her beautiful pink little pussy; her pubic hair was cut into a little strip right above her clit. Like an arrow pointing him to her beautiful pussy. Guinne grinned at Art, and then slowly she slid her shirt up freeing her plump breasts from their constraints, and tossing her shirt at Art. Her nipples were long and erect, her areolae were puffy and nearly the size of a half dollar. Art had seen her breasts a few times as they had grown up, but it had been a long time ago and they were much nicer than he remembered.

"Jeez, Guinne, I'm gonna cum just watching you," the words were barely audible, and as he spoke them his skin again grew red with his embarrassment.

"You better not, you wasted enough of that the other day, and this time I get it all." Guinne nodded to this, and moved closer, "Sit up big brother." Art did as he was instructed, and shifted to a sitting position, as Guinne knelt between his legs she leaned forward and rubbed her breasts along his length. She didn't feel like looking into some lubricant, so they would have to save him titty fucking her for later. For now, she had a very hungry mouth though and she wrapped it around his engorged erection again, starting with the head and slowly working more of him into her mouth. 

Guinne's fingers ran along his stomach and then down along his thigh, finally cupping his sac and gently rubbing and teasing it with her hand, a finger rubbing at the spot between his sac and his anus, causing him to buck his hips a little. She could feel his balls tightening in her hand, and she moaned with anticipation. 

"Oh god, I'm gonna cum Guinne," Art moaned the words, and true to them a moment later his hips were bucking a bit and he was shooting his warm seed into her mouth. She took it all, letting it pool in her mouth, savoring the salty taste of it. Loving the warm juice he had given her and then finally swallowing it down.

"You taste so good big brother," Guinne whispered, resting her head on his thigh and peering at his cock as it began to soften a little. She had a feeling she could get it hard again if she wanted. Her hand slid up his thigh and she cupped his soft cock in her hand, starting to slowly tug on it.

"I'm glad you think so," he murmured, amazed yet again by the fact that Guinne really did seem to love the taste of cum. He peered down at her hand as she began to caress him again, feeling his cock rising up to the invitation once again. "Hmmm, looks like you want more." Art smiled and reached down tugging lightly at Guinne's arm, until she conceded and let him pull her up onto the couch again. "But first, I have to taste you, I've been inhaling that heady perfume you're making all night, and it's been driving me wild." His release seemed to have freed his tongue a little bit and while he did still flush as he spoke, he managed to get the words out in a normal, if a bit breathy, volume instead of a whisper.




Morning Wood Ch. 05



Ch 5: A More Pleasant Shower 

Art awoke with a soft yawn, his erection standing up as it most always did. He adjusted how he lay a little, but somehow, something wasn't right. He opened his eyes and blinked a few times; he realized that he was on a couch, his back to the TV, with Guinne curled up between him and the cushions.

Slowly, he slid his hands from around his sister and slipped from her own grasp as well. He stumbled a little bit as he got up, Guinne curling up a bit more but not waking.

Art brushed a few strands of hair from Guinne's face and gently tucked them behind her ear. He turned to the chair that was at an angle to the couch and lifted the blanket that always lay upon it and then gently arranged it around his sister. She snuggled into it and he ducked into the other room, his erection still angled up from his crotch. He glanced at the wall and checked the clock; it was just after nine a.m. He moved to the window for a moment and peered out.

Down in the house next door, his neighbor Sylvia was once again in the shower. Her naked young body was being lathered up; he could see the gentle curve of her buttocks the best. She turned and he caught a look at her small, apple sized breasts, the pink nipples sticking out.

Art's hand fell to his erection out of habit, and he began to stroke it lightly. Images of his sister danced through his head as he watched his young neighbor finish her shower. It was Sunday morning, so he'd actually been lucky to catch her in the shower.

She was taking her time, as she was not in a rush to get to school. She leaned back against the wall, giving him a great view down at her breasts; her hands came up and began to gently tweak her nipples, causing them to stand even more erect. He blinked, he'd never seen her masturbate in the shower, but it looked like she was planning to do just that. His erection grew even harder at this thought.

Just as Art had thought, Sylvia's hand dropped between her legs and she began to play with herself. He didn't see much of what she was doing, but it was obvious that it involved self pleasure and he saw her breasts heaving with her breath as it grew more and more ragged.

I wish I could hear her, he thought, as his hand slowly slid up and down his erection. He had stopped using lubricant a number of years ago, when he discovered that the friction that a dry jerk caused was pleasant to him.

He did hear her last sounds, the whimpering moan louder than the shower and able to get up to him. He heard just the faintest hint of it, but still it turned him on even more. He moved out into the hall and peeked at his sister on the couch, naked and still sound asleep. He moved up the stairs quickly to his own bathroom where he started the water and slipped in.

He didn't wash first; his hand moved furiously over his erection until he couldn't stand it any longer and his entire body began to quiver with his orgasm. He cupped his hand before the tip; the other was stroking so fast it was nearly a blur. The hot semen filled his hand; his hips jerked with each thick load of it. He swallowed thickly and peered down at the creamy white juices.

Guinne seems to love the taste of my cum, he thought as he looked at it, the warm liquid held outside of the spray of the shower. He was overcome with the urge to taste it, but disgusted by the thought as well. He stared at it for long seconds, then he brought his hand to his lips. His tongue darted out to taste the salty cum. Hmm, not too bad. 

Deciding that he didn't care much for the texture, he swallowed the small amount he had licked off his hand. But something about it made his erection start to firm up again; he flushed, embarrassed even though he was alone, and quickly washed the remains off in the spray of the shower.

Art looked up hearing the door to the bathroom open again, "Guinne?" He asked.

"Yep, mind if I join you?"

"Uh, guess not," he glanced down, his erection was still poking out, but it wasn't like she hadn't seen him naked before, he peered at her naked flesh, the small kanji symbol on her left breast standing out to him, he remembered her telling him she'd got it, though she hadn't shown it to him. How she loved the irony of it saying 'breast'.

Guinne pushed the curtain open, climbing in and peering at him, she grinned reaching out and slipping her hand around his hard cock. "Somebody was having nice thoughts in the shower, big brother," She couldn't help but smirk a bit as he flushed red at her words.

"I guess so," he agreed, and peered down at her holding him in her hand. "Maybe we should help him out a little?"

Guinne had been worried he might not want to, but she nodded happily, "What did you have in mind, maybe he needs a good scrubbing? Or a tongue bath?"

Art considered that for a moment, and then shook his head no to both, but didn't say anything.

"No? Well, what would he like?" Guinne felt her juices began to flow as she thought about what 'he' might want, her eyes locked on her brother's erection.

"Maybe, well, we could ... fuck?" Art had been going to save have sex, or make love, but had decided that fuck was what he really wanted, and dirty talk had seemed to turn his sister on the night before. 

"I thought you'd never ask," Guinne grinned and looked around the bath a moment, then turned away from him, still holding his erection in her hand. "I think the safest way in here will be for me to grip the shower head and have you fuck me from behind."

"Sounds fine to me," Art managed to get out, as she directed his erection to her waiting pussy, the wetness dripping from it having nothing to do with the fact that they were in the shower. "Now fuck your little sister," she said peering over her shoulder at him as his tip came into contact with the dripping entrance to her pussy.

Art slid his hands along her hips, squeezing them gently and then pushing forward into her. "Ooooh fuck me, fuck my wet pussy." Guinne whimpered the words out as Art slid his shaft into her, he started slowly but after just a half second or so he couldn't bear it, he pushed himself as deep into her as he could, his erection twitching with pleasure as he filled her with it. 

"Fuck you feel so good," Art whispered, the water sprayed over the two of them, and ran down their supple flesh. Art's fingers dug into her hips, as he pulled her back to meet his thrusts, his body arching into her. He had already cum once that morning , but the taboo of it was causing him to quickly feel the need to cum again. Guinne was already whimpering and moaning like a woman possessed, she had waited what felt like her whole life to feel so complete, to feel Art filling her up, and now he was. She was having a little trouble staying on her feet, with how hard he was fucking her and the slickness of the water covered bath tub floor. Not to mention the weakness in her knees that her impending orgasm was causing. Her hands found things to grip to keep her from collapsing though.

"Harder, oh god, harder, fuck me harder. Oh god oh god ... oh god oh fuck god fuck please, fuck." Guinne could hold on no longer, and her fingers tightened and her toes curled as she nearly passed out from the intensity of her orgasm washing over her. A moment later Art too was cumming and she could feel his erection throbbing as his cum filled her. Guinne's whole body shuddered as her orgasm seemed to intensify at that feeling of cum spurting into her. A moment later they were both on the floor of the tub, Art's arm's wrapped around her, his head on her chin. The water spraying onto them forgotten in the afterglow of such an intense fuck.

Eventually they stood, and Art rinsed his flacid cock off before sliding out of the tub... "I'll go get something to eat started while you finish showering, if you want."

"Okay," Guinne smiled at him, and closed her eyes, leaning against the wall, it was a good twenty minutes before she appeared in the kitchen, dressed and clean.

"Mmm, smells like muffins. Are you the Muffin Man, big brother?" she asked.

Grinning at him she sat down at the little table there in the kitchen.

"I don't know about being the Muffin Man, but I did make some muffins. They're almost done if you're hungry."

"Ravenous! You know me in the early morning, I always wake up starving," she nodded to this. "Do you have some juice or something?"

"No worries and yeah, I remember that you are always hungry in the morning. Why do you think I made breakfast?" he smiled at her and stood up slowly. "And yea, apple or orange?"

"Apple."

Watching him walk to the fridge, Guinne bit her bottom lip lightly and thought. Am I moving too fast? Are we going to regret this? Does it matter? She had put on her t-shirt from last night, and taken a pair of his boxers from his room. "Hope you don't mind I stole a pair of your boxers.

"That's fine, just bring them back this time," he said with a grin, remembering last time she'd ended up borrowing a pair of his boxers, this time seeing them in them was much more sexual though, he had to admit. 

Art had of course gone 'all out' for breakfast, and was piling bacon, eggs, and two muffins on to each of the two plates he had set out on the counter. Guinne couldn't help but let a faint smirk touch her lips, thinking of how Art always had to make a procession of every meal he cooked.

"Breakfast is ready," he said, setting the plates on the table and sitting down across from her, "Oh your juice," he got back up, and returned with two glasses of Apple juice. 

Breakfast was silent; neither was willing to interrupt the obvious thinking going on at the table. They were both going over the events of the the night and their shower, what they had done with each other. The line they had crossed. Did they still have the option to back out of this? To go back to being just siblings? Neither one knew, both of them wondered if that was the better choice, or if moving forward with this was.

"I need to get going," Guinne said as she finished up the last of her breakfast and broke the silence. "I have class in an about an hour."

She glanced at him and stood up as she stretched again. Art couldn't help but notice her belly button peek out from between his boxers and her shirt. Her flat stomach tempted him again; he looked up at her face and smiled.

"Alright, keep my boxers. You'll need something to wear other than that skirt to class."

He motioned at the skirt piled up on the floor nearby. Guinne moved, picked it up and shoved it in her purse.

"Thanks, big brother."

Art stood up as Guinne moved to leave. She paused and slid an arm around his waist, then pressed her lips against his for a long moment. She got a second pleasant surprise when she felt his tongue seeking admittance to her mouth. Is he becoming more accepting? she wondered.

She held him for a few long moments; the two of them were kissing deeply. She felt his erection push against her stomach as she held him. Guinne pulled away though; she really did have class.

"See ya," she said with a grin as she peered up his face. "Save that for me," she reached out, patted his crotch, then made a dash for the door.

"Bye Guinne," he called after her as she ducked out the door and sped off to her class.

--

Guinne's class seemed to take forever; it was an English class and her teacher was going over various things about their next paper. She couldn't really focus; all she could think about was last night, about Art. She wanted to rush back over there after class, throw him up against a wall and just fuck his brains out. But she had an early class and she had a feeling that that might cause him to freak out and pull away, something she didn't want to happen.

Finally, her class was over and she was able to get back to her dorm room. Thankfully Maria wasn't home. She looked at the clock; she was pretty sure her roommate had a class for another hour so she wouldn't be home anytime soon. She tossed her books onto the floor and crawled up onto her bed. Closing her eyes and remembering the night before, she thought about her brother's erection. Her fingers slid down to her sex, rubbing lightly through his boxers.

She thought about his hand down there, touching her, fingering her. Moaning softly, her hand slid up underneath the boxers. Feeling the soft flesh there, she parted her lips slightly and inserted a finger in between. Her palm pressed against her clit, rubbing in little circles as she fingered herself. She was still thinking about Art, wishing that it was him touching her.

I want him to fill me so bad, she thought. Groaning in both annoyance and pleasure, she rolled over and dug around in the drawer of her night stand, pulling out a purple vibrator. It was a fancy one, with a clit stimulator and rolling beads inside. It wasn't a man, but it would do for now.

Guinne closed her eyes and shoved the boxers down to her knees. Her legs opened and the vibrator pressed against her lips as it slid into her. She pushed it in slowly; her fingers moved over the well known controls and put it on the settings she preferred. She started out with slowly working it in and out of her, but it didn't take long before she was pushing it faster and faster. Her head bumped against the headboard over and over as she began to fuck herself furiously; the vibrator was humming and little grunting and moaning sounds were coming from her.

She was so close. Just a little more, she thought as soft gasps were coming from her lips; she was almost there. She whimpered as she felt it coming, and then the door to her room flew open and Maria was standing there. The other woman flushed and turned away, as Guinne grabbed at her blankets and pulled them over herself, covering up.

"I can, uh, come back," Maria murmured, closing the door so that nobody in the halls wouldn't see Guinne like that. Guinne could feel the orgasm subsiding though; she'd need work to get back to that point and it was Maria's room too.

"No, it's okay, I'm done," Guinne cleared her throat a little bit and pulled the boxers back up under the covers. Dropping the vibrator back in its drawer, she leaned back and closed her eyes.

Maria moved over to her desk, embarrassed as hell, but also turned on. She had always found Guinne attractive and had seen her naked a few times, but not like that, with her legs spread open and with a look on her face that was filled with pleasure and desire.

Maria swallowed, her voice was thick with the lust she felt welling up between her legs. "Sorry for, uh, interrupting you, Guinne."

"It's fine, really. Let's forget it ever happened, okay?"

"Alright."

Guinne was still red and her nether regions ached with her unsated thirst. Part of her was upset at her roommate, but another part wanted to throw back the blankets and finish while Maria watched. Guinne couldn't help but let a soft giggle well up at that image in her mind. Maria turned, looked at her and arched a brow, then let out a little laugh herself.

"I guess more time had passed since I got back than I had thought," Guinne said and chuckled a bit as she saw the humor in her roommate walking in on her. "Honestly I'm a little surprised neither of us has ever walked in on the other before now, we've been roommates almost a year."

"Well," Maria considered, before deciding to continue talking, "to be honest I do it mostly in the shower. I don't want you to feel like you can't be safe in the main room just cuz I might be horny."

"Oh, that's nice of you, I guess. I pretty much use the shower as well. Hah! That explains why you got the detachable head as well, I was sooo thrilled when you did."

Maria and Guinne both turned red as they realized what they were talking about and the fact that both of them masturbated in the same shower. Maria turned back to her desk, swallowing thickly. She felt her body warm up to the thought of Guinne in the shower, with that detachable shower head.

Guinne's own thoughts were similar as she realized that she shared masturbation habits with her roommate. Wondering how often Maria used the shower in that way, she was now a little turned on by the thought of it.

She'd never really experimented with women; she had been fixated on the male form ever since she could remember. But something about the idea of Maria, naked and leaning up against the shower wall, the shower head buried between her legs, was really turning Guinne on.

Maria realized that a subject change was needed as the pregnant silence in the room grew thicker and thicker, so she asked the usual question. "What were you up to last night? I didn't hear you come in."

Guinne turned an even deeper red as Maria turned to look at her. They had never been "friends" really. Though they talked occasionally, they were from different worlds. 

Guinne was a "geek"; she was into science fiction, computers, role playing – things that never entered Maria's mind. Not that Maria was some prima donna or something; she was in fact a bit of a tomboy. Maria was just into things like motocross, field hockey and basketball. She was also kind of butch; even though she considered herself bisexual, she had only been with women in the past two years.

"Uh, I was just out," was all Guinne could manage to stammer out. Her face stayed bright red as she rolled out of the bed and stretched, yawning. Maria couldn't help but stare at her belly button as it was revealed.

Guinne wasn't a stick like many of the women Maria had dated, but her curves were well suited and beautiful. Perhaps she was a little overweight, but she took good care of herself. Maria was the opposite; she was practically too skinny, and ate anything and everything. She never gained a pound though; she was blessed with an ultra-fast metabolism. 

"Out, huh?" Maria arched a brow, pulling her eyes from Guinne's navel and up to her face again. Guinne was pretty open about being "out"; in fact she almost tended to brag about her conquests. Since she was wearing somebody else's boxers, it was obvious that she'd had a conquest last night. "C'mon, you usually share more details than 'out', Guinne, don't leave me hanging here. Who was he? Somebody I know?"

Guinne turned away to hide her cheeks, which still refused to go back to their normal shade.

"Nobody you know," she paused while trying to decide how to phrase it. "Just somebody from my past, somebody that I knew when I was a kid. He's living in town, and we went out on a date."

"A long date," Maria said with a grin.

"Yeah, a long date," Guinne turned back towards her, sticking her tongue out at her roommate. "I'm taking a shower."

Maria couldn't help but chuckle. "Enjoy and hurry up. I need one myself."

"Liked what you saw, huh?" Guinne said before she could stop her tongue. Her flush, which had started to subside, rose back up. She hurried into the bathroom, not giving Maria a chance to respond.

"Yeah, actually," Maria whispered, knowing Guinne wouldn't hear her through the now closed door. She looked up at it as she heard the water start to run, then transferred her gaze to Guinne's bed. She had fantasized about Guinne once or twice, but never had she been so confronted with her roommate's sexuality.

Even now the heady scent of Guinne's arousal hung heavily in the room. Maria swallowed thickly then rose to her feet, moving slowly to the edge of Guinne's bed, following the scent to its source.

Guinne climbed into the shower, the warm water running over her supple flesh. She sighed into the spray, thinking of Maria walking in on her. The scene played out differently this time though, as Maria, instead of blushing and looking away, moved closer and crawled on top of Guinne.

Guinne's fingers were already dropping down between her legs, rubbing at her clit in a slow circular motion. She had once thought about sleeping with a woman, and while it had turned her on, it had never been like this. She flushed as she pulled the head of the shower from the wall.




Morning Wood Ch. 06



Chapter 6: Dinner, Drinks, and New Beginings

The room was bright when the obnoxious sound of an alarm clock filled it. Guinne's hand reached from under her blanket, where she had hidden from the sunlight streaming in the window, and slapped the offending machine. She pulled the covers off of herself and stretched; her motions like a lazy cat. She then looked around the room noticing that Maria's bed was made but empty.

It was upon looking at Maria's bed that Guinne remembered the events of the previous night. Her cheeks quickly found their shade darkened to a nice red, as she pulled the blanket up over her head again. Am I gay? She wondered, peeking out from under the blanket again, and realized how silly she must look, considering nobody else was in the room.

Guinne threw the covers off of herself, standing up. She realized as she did so that she had not taken the time to put on clothes before falling asleep last night. She glanced around, spotting the towel she had worn out of the shower last night, and wrapped it around herself. The room was in disarray, well... her side was, anyway, but that was the norm. She headed to the bathroom and took a quick shower.

When the shower was finished Guinne dressed for class, pulling on jeans, a Star Wars t-shirt and pushing her feet into some sneakers. She didn't feel like doing her hair, so she took a moment to brush it out and dropped a fedora onto her head. A quick glance in the mirror told her that she looked fine for class, and so she grabbed her bag from the table and dashed off.

--

Maria sat staring at the door to her room, she knew that Guinne should be in class, but she couldn't make herself go inside. She had been sitting out here for nearly an hour now, it was early afternoon. She'd already gone out to lunch to avoid coming home and now she sat in the public area, wondering if Guinne was in there.

She was going to have to risk it, it was her room too and she couldn't live her life in fear of her roommate. They were going to have to work out what happened last night, or ignore it. Maria wasn't sure which she'd prefer, though she knew that if the opportunity was there, she wouldn't mind some repeats and advancements of last night's events. But she did know Guinne had recently started seeing some guy from her past as well, and while Guinne wasn't a 'slut' she did tend to not go very long without a boyfriend.

Maria sighed and finally made herself climb off from the chair she sat in, throwing her bag over her shoulder and tucking her books under one arm. She unlocked the door to their room and stepped inside, shutting it behind her before she even really looked in. No Guinne. Maria let out a sigh of relief and moved to sit down at her computer. There was a window flashing at the bottom of the screen and she clicked on it, an IM window popped open.

Guinne4u> Hey are you there? I'm in class, wanted to talk.

Guinne4u> Avoiding me or not back from class yet? I know your class got out like an hour ago.

The messages were a few minutes old and Guinne was still logged in, probably on her laptop in class. Maria sucked her bottom lip between her teeth and chewed on it. Should I answer? Do I want to talk to her? I do, but I'm worried... She closed her eyes as she thought about it and then, after almost a full minute of debating it, she opened her eyes and placed her fingers on the keyboard.

SportyGG> I went out to lunch after class, what's up?

Guinne4u> Are we ok?

SportyGG> I think so.

Guinne4u> I think we need to talk tonight, I have classes for 2 more hours, will you be home?

SportyGG> I can be, I don't think I have any plans, though I was pondering a movie or something.

Guinne4u> Why don't you go rent something and we can hang out, and watch it? I know my TV isn't as big as the one in the commons, but we can talk as well.

SportyGG> Alright, I will go grab something then. c u then.

Guinne4u> later!

Maria closed the window, a faint smile on her lips. Do I have a date with Guinne tonight? she wondered, as she opened up her email, and began to do her normal computer stuff.

--

Work was going well today for Art, his boss had really liked the design he'd done on his latest project, June had been flirting with him in the lunch room and he was having a really good brain storming session about his new project as well. He had a faint smile on his face, lost in the work for the moment.

"Hey Art? Earth to Art, anyone in there?"

Art lifted his head, realizing that somebody was talking to him. "What's up Chuck? Sorry, I just got this new project and I was lost in thought. Did you need something?"

"Me and some of the others, like June, are heading out to get some drinks after work, do you want to come along?" Art knew that Chuck was expecting a no, the guy always offered, and it wasn't that Art didn't get along with his coworkers, he just wasn't a go out to the bar kind of guy.

Today was going really well though and something made Art nod his head yes, he liked June and it would be nice to talk to some girl that wasn't his sister. "Alright, sounds good. Where are you guys going? I wanna finish up this thing I'm doing right now, which might run me ten or fifteen minutes over, so I'll just meet you there."

"Jake's, uh, down on the corner," Chuck responded with a smile, "See you after you're done then."

"Alright, see ya then," Art turned back to his work as he spoke and was soon lost in it once again.

--

Guinne looked up at her professor at the front of the class, typing away notes on her laptop as she listened to the lecture. She was trying to focus, but the notes kept trailing off halfway through sentences and being just overall useless and disorderly. She had just started to get her class work back under control too, had just come to grips with the Art thing enough to get her grades up and Maria was now tossing her one hell of a curve ball.

Guinne was also pretty sure she had asked her roommate out on a date during her last class. The thing that confused her the most, though, was how excited she was at the thought of seeing Maria tonight. Perhaps not as excited as she had been about the things she had done with Art in the last few weeks, but more excited than she usually was about a date.

What's up with me? I've never even really contemplated a woman like that, and now I'm acting like a school girl over a sort-of-date with Maria? Guinne wrinkled her nose and then peered up at the professor again, who was still going on.

Guinne knew there was no way she was going to be able to concentrate on the rest of the lecture. She stood up quietly, hunkering down a bit as she slipped out of class. She'd email somebody tomorrow and get notes from them about whatever the lecture had been on.

Maria wouldn't be expecting her for another half hour and she didn't want to pop in early, thinking that might seem desperate or something. So she walked around the campus, finally sitting down on a bench in front of the library. She set her bag down next to her and dug around in the front of it for her cell phone. There was a new voice mail, so she listened to it. Her mom wanting her to come for dinner next week sometime, her brother had already agreed to go. How freaking awkward might that be? she wondered, frowning slightly and deciding that she had better talk to Art about it.

"Arthur speaking, how may I help you?"

"Hey, it's Guinne; did mom invite you to some dinner next week? She said you already agreed to go?"

"Yea, she did, I actually said I'd have to check my schedule, but you know mom. She invited you too, right? You should go, I know it might be a little ... well, strange, but mom will find it stranger if we don't go, so let's just do it. Alright?"

"Alright, I'll call her tomorrow and tell her I can come, then. How are you doing?"

"I'm fine, I'm actually kind of busy though and I have plans right after work so I don't want to stay too late, I better get back to work."

"Uh, alright. Well, talk to you later."

Guinne frowned, had her brother just blown her off? And what plans did he have tonight? He hardly ever went out. There wasn't anything she could do to find out right now though, so she shrugged and tucked her phone away. She had a few more minutes to kill, so she got out the Rowling book she'd been trying to read for weeks now.

--

Maria glanced at the clock on the wall; she was sitting in the little love seat that was the only furniture other than desks and beds in the room she shared with Guinne. It was fifteen minutes past the time the two of them had agreed to meet. Did I just get blown off? She wondered, frowning.

Guinne sat across the hall from their door, in the little shared living room area of the floor, staring at it. She'd been there for twenty minutes now, just sitting there. She had no idea what to do. She had set this up, had told Maria that they needed to talk. What was I thinking? This is stupid, we should be forgetting this happened, I'm not gay or anything. I was just so turned on last night... She closed her eyes tightly, her head coming to rest on her hands, her elbows on her knees. She let a long sigh escape her lips and then stood up. She had to go in.

The door slid open slowly and Maria started to stand, but then sat back down abruptly. She didn't want to appear overly eager. Guinne's arm appeared first and a moment later the rest of her followed.

"Hey," Guinne smiled, and wriggled her fingers a little at her roommate. She then tossed her bag onto her bed, and closed the door. It took her a moment to realize something was wrong, her eyes darting around the room. There were no piles of clothes, her bed was neatly made, all her drawers were pushed in fully, the closet was closed and nothing was sticking out of it. Even her desk was neatly organized. "What the hell did you do?" She asked, her eyes turning to Maria.

Maria couldn't help but push herself away from Guinne when their eyes met. She had hoped for happiness, appreciation, but Guinne looked openly hostile. "I, uhm, I just, I ... I thought you'd. I mean..." She stopped herself for a moment, taking a breath and gathering her thoughts, as Guinne continued to stare at her, waiting for an answer. "I wanted to do something nice for you. You've said in the past you wish you had the drive to keep your side of our room clean and I had a few hours free. I thought I'd clean it up."

Guinne frowned, sitting down on the edge of her bed. It had been a nice thought. She knew that that was the light Maria had intended it in. But it was also an invasion of her privacy; she stood up again and moved to her dresser, pulling open the drawers. Each contained neatly folded clothes. "You washed my laundry too?" She asked, incredulous. "I can't believe you did this Maria, how could you go through my stuff like this?"

Maria frowned, and her shoulders slumped. "I wanted to be helpful, I just... I had hoped you'd be happy about it."

"You're not my girlfriend," Guinne didn't know where the words had come from and she could see them physically hurt Maria. Not that either had thought that, but Maria knew deep down she wanted it. Guinne turned away from her roommate again, kneeling down next to her dresser, pulling open drawers until she found what she was looking for.

It was a shoe box, it was closed still. "Did you open this?"

"No," Maria said hastily. She hadn't, she knew that that box was private, she had no idea what was in it.

"Okay," Guinne whispered, pushing it back down into her drawer and turning to face her roommate. "Thanks, for cleaning my side of the room, and for not opening that box."

"You're welcome," Maria wasn't sure how to react, a second ago it had seemed like Guinne was going to bite her head off over this and now she was smiling a little. Was she just mad because of the box? Maria wondered.

Guinne smiled, she was still kind of upset, but her private things were still private, Maria hadn't opened Guinne's keepsake box. That box had things that she knew nobody should ever see. "Wanna order take out? I'm starving!" Guinne asked, dropping down onto her bed across from where Maria sat on the love seat.

"Sure, sounds good. You have all those flyers, why don't you pick somewhere and then we can both find something we like," Guinne usually ordered food in, Maria preferred to go out, or use the communal kitchen.

"Sure, how about Mexican? I haven't ordered from that place on 5th in like a month."

"Sounds good," Maria smiled, as Guinne rolled over and dug around in her night stand drawer for the take-out menu. Most restaurants nearby delivered, with it being a college area it was profitable for them. Maria couldn't help but notice the gentle curve of Guinne's backside. She had always considered it one of Guinne's best qualities. She swallowed a little thickly, and turned her eyes away as Guinne rolled back over and started to flip through the menu.

"I don't need the menu, I'll have the grande chicken enchilada beef tamale combo, I mean, if you're gonna order."

"Yep, I am," Guinne smiled. She dug her cell phone out and ordered what Maria had wanted, as well as a normal cheese enchilada meal for herself.

"So, how were classes today?" Maria asked, trying to act casual, but her stomach was all a flutter and her heart was beating a little fast. Maria suddenly realized that she had always had a thing for Guinne, but had been pushing it down, keeping it hidden even from herself.

"They were fine," Guinne responded, chewing on her lip for a moment, was awkward small talk how they were going to be now? Maybe she needed to say something, just get this started. "I had a lot of fun last night and I can't get you out of my head Maria and I want to do it again."

Maria wasn't sure what to say, staring at her roommate for a moment, of course it was what she wanted. "What about that guy from your past you just started seeing?" She asked, she had to get this all clear. She wasn't going to be Guinne's fuck buddy. She didn't do that.

"It can't really work out with him," Guinne whispered the words, looking at the floor. Why did Maria have to bring up Art? Why did she have to do that?

"Why not?"

He's my brother? Guinne thought, but she couldn't say that out loud, admit that deviance. "He's kind of close to my family and it would be awkward. My parents wouldn't approve, it was nice seeing him for a little while, but I know nothing can come of it." 

"So, if you were to be with me you'd be done with him? I'm not interested in you if you're just exploring your sexuality while still dating some guy Guinne."

Guinne stared at her roommate, honestly unsure how to react. This was hard. How was she supposed to just give up on Art like that? She wanted Maria, but Maria was asking so much. "I don't know," She finally whispered, her eye locking with Maria. "I like you, I really do, but I've never had feelings for another woman before. I just don't understand them and Art is so ..." Guinne stopped suddenly, realizing what she'd said. Realizing she had just said her brother's name, her cheeks darkened to crimson and she stood up abruptly, running into the bathroom.

Maria was confused, unsure why her roommate had just freaked out. What did I do now? I didn't even say anything. Wait... She said Art... her brother? Is she ... seeing her brother? Like that? Maria had her own turn at turning crimson now as she stared at the door to the bathroom. Her body shifting a little bit, she couldn't help but picture them together. She hadn't been with a man in a long time, but she did fantasize about them sometimes and right now she couldn't get the image of Art and Guinne going at it out of her mind. She pulled her hand away from where it had started rubbing between her legs. Staring at it, half disgusted with herself.

Guinne sat on the toilet, her face buried in her hands, had she just screwed up everything? She had just been trying to explain things to Maria, and his name had slipped out. Maybe she could have glossed over it, but how she'd reacted... Maria would know. How could she not? Oh god, what will she think of me? I ... I really like her. I want her to like me.

"Guinne?" Maria called through the door as she knocked on it. "Guinne come out, we need to keep talking." Maria stared at the door, Guinne didn't respond. Minutes passed, and she knocked again. "Please?"

Guinne sighed and rubbed at her eyes, she had started to cry a little but she wiped the tears away and moved to the door, opening it. Maria was right there in front of her, "What is there to talk about?" She asked.

"Us, and you and Art," Maria said, offering a supportive smile and taking Guinne's hand in her own. "Come on, come sit down and we'll talk about this." Guinne didn't know what to do, or say, she just let Maria guide her to the love seat and sat down next to her when she sat down. "Do you want to tell me how it started?"

"What?"

"You and your brother, Guinne."

"I don't know what you mean."

"Are you sure? I'm not going to judge you, I just want to know."

Guinne had no idea what to do, her gut said to trust Maria, but her mind said to not. There was a knock at the door and Guinne got up quickly, grabbing her wallet. It was their dinner, she paid the guy and he left.

Guinne set the food down on Maria's desk, it was the closest to the door, and began to pull things out. She brought Maria her food, then got her own. She returned to where she'd been sitting next to her roommate.

"Thanks for dinner Guinne," Maria smiled at her and began to dig in. She couldn't push Guinne, she knew that if she did, it would just go poorly, so for now she just ate.

It was a few minutes later when Guinne finally spoke. "I used to watch him, when we were younger and still lived together. I would watch him play with himself, and he is, I guess, what made me aware of my sexuality. Since then I've always had a thing for him and a couple weeks ago it just all came together. I spent the night at his house and in the morning I went to watch him, like I did when we were younger."

"His whole routine had changed though, when we were kids he'd stay in bed, now that he lives alone he just wanders around his house playing with himself before he gets ready, I guess. So I followed him, and then ... well, I jerked him off. He freaked. At first I thought he was never going to speak to me again. But after I talked to him about how I felt, he was a little more open to it. It started out as just hands and mouths, but then we took a shower the morning after our 'date' and we ... well you know."

Guinne couldn't believe how much better she felt sharing that, Maria couldn't believe how wet her panties were. Maria was an only child, she had never had any incest fantasies or anything, and now here she was faced with real incest. And it was seriously turning her on. She got up, putting the Styrofoam container in the garbage and grabbing a soda from the little mini fridge they shared. She drank a few long gulps from it, as she leaned against her desk.

Guinne watched Maria, unsure what was going to happen next. It felt good to share this with somebody, but how would Maria react to it all? She looked down at her food, her appetite disappearing. She closed the box up and put it in the fridge, then got up off her bed. Maria's eyes were on her the whole time, she could feel them. Why was she staring at Guinne though? Was it disgust or was it lust? Could it be a little of both?

"So, what movie did you get?" Guinne asked, looking over at the little television in the corner, she let out a little squeak when she felt Maria's body press against her back, hands sliding around her waist.

"I don't want to watch a movie Guinne," the words huskily breathed into Guinne's ear. Guinne froze up for a second. Maria still wanted her? After a moment she turned in Maria's arms and looked into her eyes.




Morning Wood Ch. 07



This is the final chapter of Morning Wood. When I first published this story I got some complaints about the fact that after the first few chapters it becomes less and less of an Incest story. One of the major complaints was that the two main characters never actually had sex. I changed some of that, but I could not bring myself to change the story so drastically as to have Guinne and Art stay together. I feel that this story is their story, and though it may disappointed some to have it end this way, I feel it is the most honest way to have it end.

Ch 7: Meeting at Mother's

Art frowned at the name on his cell phone, his mother calling him again, ever since he had told her he was sort of seeing somebody she'd been hounding him to bring her to the dinner. He sighed and pressed the receive button.

"Hey mom, I'm a little busy at the moment, do you need something?"

"Oh, too busy to talk with your mother, I understand, perhaps I could go die and then maybe you'd have time to come to my funeral?"

"Mom, don't be so melodramatic, I'm just working, and I could have just pressed ignore, but I answered, because I love you."

"Fine, fine, are you bringing that nice young girl to dinner yet? Guinne is bringing her roommate, so it won't be like it's just the three of us and her, she won't feel so pressured."

Art rolled his eyes, "I'll ask her Mom, but I can't promise she'll say yes."

"I suppose that'll be good enough, I'll see you Friday then."

"Love ya mom, see you then," Art hung up, sighing at the phone and dialing June, it took a few rings before she picked up.

"Hey bug," came her voice on the other end of the phone.

"Hey hon, you know that dinner this Friday? Mom keeps asking me to invite you, I know it's still early in our relationship, and I hate asking, but she's being really persistent, so I promised I'd at least ask. It's up to you though."

"Hmmm," there was a long pause, and he knew she was tugging at her hair, trying to decide.

"You're gonna pull that chunk out if you don't stop doing that," Art said, smiling.

"Hrmph, you're not supposed to know my habits that well yet!"

"Err... Sorry? We talk a lot babe and you do that any time you're thinking about something really hard."

"I'm thinking about something really hard right now," June said with a giggle.

"We're both at work, get your mind out of the gutter," Art tried to sound scolding, but it came out as him kind of laughing in the end.

"Alright, alright, I'll go with you Friday. I have a feeling I'm gonna have to meet your family sometime and I might as well get it over with now."

Art wrinkled his nose a little, he had kind of hoped that she would say no, but it was her right to say yes and it would make his mother very happy. "Alright, I'll let her know then, I better get back to work and you prolly aught to as well."

"I suppose I should at that. You should break your computer so I can come out there though, bye!" She giggled and hung up before he had a chance to respond. He shook his head, setting his phone back on his desk and looking at his computer. Now it was time to email his mother about June coming.

--

Guinne frowned at her laptop, and wrinkled her nose a little, "We're gonna have company at my family dinner, Art is bringing that girl he started seeing. June," she said looking over at Maria, who was at her own computer.

"Okay," Maria said, glancing back at Guinne but then returning to her homework. She seemed rather intent it, and Guinne grunted softly in frustration, and turned back to her laptop. Maria blinked and turned to look at Guinne for a moment, realizing that she had wanted more than just an 'okay'. Homework could wait, Maria supposed, as she crawled out of her chair and on to the bed next to Guinne.

"You okay with that?" Maria asked, running her hand up and down Guinne's spine gently.

"I guess, I dunno, it just feels weird," Guinne had opened up a lot to Maria in the last weeks, telling her about her fixation with Art, her morning habits when she was younger, everything. It had felt good to get it all out, and Maria had been understanding and willing to listen.

"I'm sure it'll be alright Guinne, I know it will be weird, seeing him with her, and ... not being able to be like that with me in front of him."

"I'm just not ready to tell my mother yet, you know I want to, and you know I'm not ashamed of you, I-"

"Shush, I wasn't trying to get in an argument or anything, I was trying to be helpful," Maria kissed Guinne lightly on the tip of her nose. "It'll be fine, I'll be there to help you through it, just remember this is as good for you as it is for him, okay?"

"Okay," Guinne smiled as she said the last words, their paired green eyes locking for a moment and then Guinne pushed forward and closed her eyes as their lips locked together. Maria made a soft sound of pleasure in her throat as she returned the kiss.

It was a long few moments before they broke a part, both grinning, "As much as I want to roll you over and do naughty things to you, I really gotta get my homework done," Maria said with a faint sigh as she rolled away and on to her feet. "It's due in like 2 hours and I'm not even close."

Guinne pouted at her but nodded, "Alright, I'll get back to mine as well I guess."

--

Friday rolled around, and Art was pretty busy at work. So it was a bit late when he went to grab June at her desk, an hour past 'close', and fifteen minutes before they were supposed to be at his mother's, which was a twenty minute drive if there was no traffic. He knocked at her office door and hearing her call 'come in' pushed the door open.

"Hey bug!" June said with a grin, coming around the desk and nearly tackling him, as she kissed him hard on the lips and squeezed him tightly.

"Hey June," Art replied with a grin when he was able. "We're gonna be late, we should get going."

"Alright, let me grab my jacket and save what I was working on."

Art nodded to her words and dropped down into the chair by her door. Her office was cluttered with computer parts, towers in various states of completion and monitors. On her desk sat her collection of action figures, from various animes and on the wall was a poster for Trigun. The company gave everyone a lot of freedom as far as that sort of thing went and being in IT she had even more, since nobody from outside the company ever came down here.

"Alright, let's go," June smiled at him, offering her hand as she waited by the door. He took it as he stood slipping out into the hallway, she paused to lock her office up and then they headed for the elevator.

"We could still call this off you know, go do something else," Art said looking over at her as they waited for the elevator.

"Am I really that awful?" June teased.

"No, but my family can be," Art said chuckling softly, "You're the first girl I've ever brought home June. It's going to be awkward for both of us, trust me."

"I'll manage bug, I promise," he smiled at her words, kissing her cheek lightly.

"Alright, well, I better call and let mom know we'll be late."

--

Guinne picked up the phone, "Hey Art, mom's busy in the kitchen; she's making your favorite of course. So, bringing a girl home, I hear," Guinne was grinning, as she teased her brother. She knew she was using humor to deflect the emotions that were warring within her.

"Alright, well, will you let her know we're gonna be a bit late? I was swamped at work, so we're just leaving now and traffic prolly isn't the best at this hour. I would expect us in half an hour to forty-five minutes. As for the other comment, you can keep your teasing inside, thank you very much."

"Ahhh, behave? I suppose I can try."

"That doesn't sound too promising, I'll see you soon sis."

Guinne made a face at the phone as she hung it up, calling into the other room, "That was Art mom! He said they're running late, work was busy he'll be here in an hour." Okay, he'd said a bit earlier, but this way mom could compensate for dinner better, she knew how her mom's mind worked.

"Alright, Maria is helping me with the pie, she's quite helpful like that, I hope you're having fun out there on your computer."

Guinne sighed, rolling her eyes, her mother could be such a pain in the ass. She got up from the couch and headed into the kitchen, looking around. Maria was taking a pie out of the oven, that her mother had done all the work on, and made an 'I'm sorry' look at Guinne as she stepped into the room.

"I'm sure I could help in some way mom, why don't you tell me what I can do?"

"Oh, I'm sure me and Maria can handle it all, I know she drove all the way out here to help her roommate's mother with cooking, I mean, it's not like she has better things to do on a Friday, right?"

Maria blinked, not used to Guinne's mom, Guinne gave her an apologetic look of her own this time and then moved over to the sink, "It looks like this salad needs to be made, so why don't I go ahead and work on that? Maybe Maria, since she's not busy now that the pie is out of the oven, can help me chop some vegetables and you can do whatever it is you're doing at the stove over there."

"Well, if you really think you can peel yourself away from Facebook for ten minutes I guess it would be a help."

Maria couldn't help but giggle softly at that, as she came over to start helping Guinne.

--

"We're here," Art called into the house as he shut the door behind June.

"We're all in the kitchen, come on in," Guinne called back to him.

"Hey Mom, Guinne, and Maria isn't it?"

"Yep," Maria smiled at him, he didn't notice her giving him a pretty long once over as she said it, but June sure did.

"Everybody, this is June. June, this is everybody," said Art as he headed for the fridge, opening it and pulling out a beer for himself and looking at what else was in there.

"Uhm, hi everyone," June said, awkwardly offering a smile and a little wave.

"My son, always so good with the introductions and things," Guinne and Art's mother moved across the room to take June's hand lightly, "Please call me Joyce, we can wait till you're married before you call me mom."

"Mom!" Art glared at her for a moment, "We've been dating like a month, can you please not make implications of marriage and leave any thoughts of asking her about kids at the door please?"

"She knows I'm just teasing her Arthur, so you be nice to your old mother," Art rolled his eyes at his mother's words. Both Guinne and Maria were trying so hard to not laugh that they were practically leaning against one another.

"Looks like mom's got beer, wine coolers, some mike's, and Pepsi, do you want something June?" Art asked.

"Uhm, I'll take a mike's I guess," June said, smiling at him, having a feeling that a little alcohol might take off the edge. Art had spent most of the trip here explaining what his mother was like, but she was still a little nervous at his mother's 'jests'. But she had agreed to come and it was interesting to meet his family.

"Anyway, I am Guinne, and this is my roommate Maria," Guinne said from where the two were leaning against the counter, dinner was essentially done by this point, so they had just been standing in here talking with Joyce.

"It's good to finally meet you Guinne, and you too Maria, Art talks a lot about you. I mean you Guinne, not you Maria ... you know what I mean."

Guinne grinned, "I understand, mom can be a bit nerve wracking, so being tongue tied is excusable."

"I am standing right here Guinevere, you could at least try and lower your voice to spare my feelings." 

"But of course mom, how dreadful of me," Guinne laughed, turning her face away from her mom.

"Hi, by the way," Maria said, offering a little wave.

"Alright, go set the table Arthur, while I finish up in here, you girls can go into the living room and give us a few minutes to get everything ready."

Art rolled his eyes, but went into the dining room to start setting the table.

"This way June," Guinne said, as she headed out into the hall and down it to the living room, "Don't worry we won't bite, promise." She said when they got in there, grinning and dropping onto the couch.

Guinne looked at June quietly for a few moments, she felt some pangs of jealousy at this girl, June was gorgeous, thin, beautiful, a great body. Guinne realized that she was attracted to June, she looked over at Maria for a moment, and she'd never really felt that way about anyone but Maria, but now... She was confused.

"So .... " Maria tried to figure out some way to break the ice, finally settling on "How did you and Art meet?"

"Oh, he and I work together, I'm in IT, he's a graphics designer, well, you probably already knew that, but yea. Anyway, we met a few times through work, then got to know each other a bit better when we both went out to drink with some of our co-workers a few weeks ago. We hit it off pretty well, ended up going out a few times, and well, here we are, I guess."

"I see, well from what Guinne's told me of him he's a good catch," Maria shrugged, and June looked a bit embarrassed by all the attention, plus she was pretty sure Guinne was either checking her out or trying to decide how best to dispose of her body. She wondered at that, Art hadn't ever said anything about his sister being a lesbian, but Maria looked a little butch, and if Guinne was checking June out... well not any of her business she supposed. 

"Where can I find a restroom?" June asked.

"Second door on the left, opposite to the Kitchen, door should be open so it'll be hard to miss." 

"Thanks," June got up, heading out, and both of the other women in the room watched her heart shaped bottom as it moved beneath her slacks.

"She's hot," Maria said when she was sure she couldn't hear them.

Guinne giggled a little, but then swatted at her, "That's my brother's girlfriend you're talking about there miss."

"You were checking her out way more than I was, so I don't wanna hear it," Guinne blushed faintly and turned her face away from Maria. "Oh please, it's no big deal, we all look. You need to think like you did when you'd check out boys though and be less obvious." Maria laughed at that, grabbing Guinne's chin and turning her face so that they were looking into each other's green eyes.

"Besides, a little play acting in bed can spice things up a bit, not that our sex life needs much more spice."

"It's pretty hot as it is," Guinne agreed, grinning softly. Maria's lip darted lightly over her own lips, they were just a few inches apart, and Guinne looked really good. She couldn't stop herself and soon Maria was inching closer to Guinne, their lips locking together and their bodies pressing to each other.

They broke apart quickly though, worried somebody might see them, they adjusted a little and Guinne got up off the couch. She could hear the door to the bathroom opening again, to let June back into the hallway.

"Dinner is ready," Art called from the kitchen, so Maria got up as well and they met June in the hallway.

"Dinner is ready, I'll show you two to the dining room," Guinne said with a smile.

--

The beginning of dinner was mostly silent, but after a few minutes people started talking and bantering. They had sat in 'couples' though nobody realized that Maria and Guinne were, in fact, a couple. Joyce took the head of the table, which was her usual spot when her kids came to visit.

"So how is school going for you two?" Art asked, looking over at Maria and Guinne. He couldn't help but think about that night Guinne had come over drunk, or rather the morning after. He had done his best not to think about her, but he hadn't had to see her either.

"Good, I was slacking a little, but Maria has been helping me get my grades back up, she's super smart," Maria blushed a little.

"I'm not super smart, I'm just dedicated, which you could do to learn to be, but ... you're much smarter than me," Guinne rolled her eyes at the comment, but smiled a little as well.

"Well I'm glad that somebody can get her to do her homework, I remember in high school she never did her homework, would lie to her poor old mother and say she had, then I'd hear from her teachers that she was behind," Joyce frowned a little, perhaps she was teasing her daughter, but it didn't quite seem like it.

"Well, it sounds like she's doing great now mom, so nothing to worry about right? What's your major Maria?"

"Photography, well, photo-journalism, so I take writing classes as well as photo classes. I'm minoring in web design as well, though I may change that soon. I'm at the point where I have to make that decision next quarter though. Guinne is telling me I should stick with it, but I kind of want to switch to creative writing. I dunno," Maria tucked some hair behind her ears as she spoke, cutting into the rice crispy chicken on the plate in front of her.

"I just think you're good at it and how you tie your photography into it most of the time is really great, plus you already have a ton of writing credits and I know you enjoy the web design even if it frustrates you sometimes."

"There's good money in it too, even free lance and amateur stuff, if you're good. I got myself through college doing it," June chimed in.

"Yea I've done some free lance stuff, to help with money," Maria took the bite of chicken and her eyes got a little wide, she made an mmm sound in her throat as they did, once she had swallowed she turned to Joyce. "Wow, this is amazing, I thought rice crispy chicken sounded weird, but you're a great cook."

"Thanks Maria, how nice of you to compliment me, my kids just take it all for granted," both Guinne and Art groaned softly, rolling their eyes.

"You know we love your cooking mom," Art chimed in.

"I suppose," was all they got out of Joyce in response to that.

"Well, anyway, June I hear you work with my brother? Are you a graphics designer too?"

"No, I work in the IT department, I keep all the computers in the office running."

"Ah, cool," Guinne wasn't sure what else to say, she chewed her lip and Art looked at her as she did, remembering the last time he'd seen her do that. "Uhm, well, how did you and Art hook up anyway? Have you worked there long?"

"I've worked for the company about a year now, we bumped into each other at work once or twice. Your brother usually does his own repairs, even though he's not really supposed to, so we hadn't really run into each other much. You remember us talking a bit at that party a month or so ago, and then we ended up going to to drinks with some coworkers. Though I thought he didn't like me much at first, but we went out a few more times, and now ... I guess we're dating," June glanced over at Art, smiling faintly at him, then looking back to Guinne.

"Interesting, guess you both got lucky that he decided to go out that night," Guinne smiled, though it was a little forced. She felt Maria squeeze her knee under the table, where nobody could see it.

"Yea, not even sure why I did, but I am glad I did," Art smiled over at June, and avoided eye contact with his sister.

They're happy, Guinne realized, as she glanced between her brother and his new lover, That's it then, isn't it? I have to let him go... I have to move on, I have Maria now and I got some closure from Art. It's time to let him go.

"So, did you name Art and Guinne after the King Arthur myth?" June asked, looking over at Joyce.

"I didn't, but they are named after them yes. My ex-husband had a thing with fantasy, it's where his kids get it, I suppose, their heads stuck in the clouds. I wanted to give them normal names, but he pressed the issue and I caved," Art frowned a moment, kind of wishing June hadn't brought that subject up. It was always great to hear your mother tell people how she wished you weren't named after 'stupid fantasy characters'.