Thinking Alike

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I woke up the following day, and Irene was still beside me. It had all been confirmed. She had already been awake for a while and was watching me as I slept. When she saw I was awake, she rolled her eyes as if to say, “Well, here we are, it did happen,” and said,

“So, any regrets?”

“No,” I answered, “what about you?”

She sighed and said, “I didn’t plan to go that far last night, but I’m not sorry we did. Not sorry at all.”

She put her hand on my chest and continued, “We probably shouldn’t do that again, but I know enough about life to know that we probably will anyway, so we need to clarify a few things right from the start; otherwise." She paused momentarily as though she was thinking of the best way to put it and then said, “Otherwise, we’ve made a mess we can never fix.”

Even before she said it, I had a fair idea what she meant, so I nodded and said, “Yeah.” I know it wasn’t much of an answer, but the situation had taken me by surprise, so cut me some slack.

“Firstly,” she started, “no one can ever know.”

“Goes without saying,” I said.

“The other thing is,” and she moved closer to me as she said this, “we’re brother and sister. We’ve loved each other all our lives but can’t be in love. We can’t fall in love. You know what I mean? We can’t be possessive.”

“You’ve got this all worked out, haven’t you?” I said.

“You know me. Always the practical one,” she smirked, then became more serious and said, “and we can’t even look like doing anything while your Mum and Dad are in the house. Okay?”

I nodded.

“Other than that,” she said with a smile, “we live in the same house, so if we’re horny for each other, nobody needs to know but us.” Then, she looked at the clock beside my bed and said, “Anyway, I’ve got to get ready for work.”

As she climbed over me to reach for her pajama pants on the floor next to my bed, I remembered that under the sheets, she was naked from the waist down. That didn’t help my morning erection one bit, especially when I felt her pubic hair tickling my belly as she climbed over me to reach down on the floor. Then, as she jiggled and stretched to reach her pants, my hard cock brushed against her right hip, and she said, “I’m flattered by that, but I’ve got to go to work.”

After what we had got up to last night, I couldn’t help thinking it was funny that she kept the sheet over herself until she had her pants back on, and then she got up and headed for her room.

After she’d showered and gotten dressed for work, we had breakfast together, just like any other day. Being so close, we were still in the habit of kissing each other goodbye, and she bent down and gave me a very sisterly kiss on the top of my head as I sat at the table, said, “See you,” and she headed out the back door for work.

I had no way of knowing if there would ever be a repeat performance of last night, but the possibility was there, and that was exciting enough on its own. Naturally, I was still on school holidays, and with the day to myself, I tidied up after breakfast, went to a friend’s place for a few hours, and returned mid-afternoon. Irene wasn’t home for a couple of hours, and my parents would be away for another few days, so I was alone in the house. I put on a few CDs and lay on the couch in the family room with a book.

I must have lost track of time because the next thing I knew, I heard Irene’s car in the driveway. I heard her coming in through the back door, and I saw her walk past the doorway into the kitchen and down the hallway toward her room without speaking. She was carrying a shopping bag in her hand, which was nothing unusual. Like all girls her age, Irene was always buying clothes. I was still lying on the couch when she came into the room a few minutes later, still dressed in her work uniform, consisting of a light blue blouse with the dealership logo and a short denim skirt.