“Let me know when that happens, so I can stop hating you. Although, you shoulda seen the photos Bree dug up on Instagram... utterly appalling what she gets up to, I tell you.”
“Um... you still got those? Might provide... closure.”
Ella snorts. “Yeah, right. Anyways, shush it, because the good part’s coming up.”
I don’t recall exactly which scene she’s referring to, but five minutes later Bella and Edward are kissing naked in the water... and a few minutes after that, they’re making love in bed. And, despite the scene being far from graphic, recalling my earlier fantasy about Madison causes certain unavoidable physical reactions to occur.
Ella’s butt is unfortunately in the general region of my crotch, and as that physical reaction pushes out the stretchy front of my sweat pants further and further, I feel my sister’s body abruptly grow tense.
“Uh, Tommy... that better not be what I think it is,” she hisses.
“Sorry sis,” I whisper back, intensely embarrassed by my body’s automatic response to arousing imagery. “It’s just that whole sex scene... and you were moving around a bit... it’s kinda like an unavoidable thing for a guy.”
“God, you boys can be so disgusting. Just get rid of it – now!”
I snort. “Yeah, I would, but you’re like right up against me! And it’s not like it’s gonna go down all on its own. You’ll just have to live with it for a bit longer.”
With a weary sigh, Ella twists her head around and looks me in the eye. “Look, Tommy. You ain’t getting my blanket all to yourself, so stop trying so damn hard to get rid of me.”
“I swear to God I’m not doing that, Ella. I truly can’t help what’s happening!”
“Then... what’s it gonna take?”
I pause, expecting there to be a punchline. But Ella actually seems to be asking this question without hint of sarcasm, so I take my time to think of an answer. Nearly nineteen years of virginity combined with raging teenage hormones, the insult of Madison’s breakup, the fresh memory of Ella’s sumptuous side-boob, and not in least sexy Bella wandering around on-screen in skimpy lingerie and bikinis, all have some part of me thinking very inappropriate thoughts about the nearest available female.
Thoughts I could never, ever act upon... not just because of the obvious issues with our relationship, but because Ella would never in a million years let me do anything!
But, what if I could push thing just a teeny tiny bit? It feels like I’m going to literally explode if I don’t find some kind of outlet for my mounting stresses, and I don’t think it would take too much boundary-pushing to make me feel a whole lot better about my otherwise depressing situation.
I decide to float a clearly inappropriate idea, fully expecting it to be rejected. “Maybe if I rub it a bit, it might go down.”
Ella snorts at the same time that mom and dad laugh at something on-screen. “Seems more likely that would keep it up, don’cha think?”
“Look, do you have a dick? ’Cuz I do, and I know how it works.”
“Yeah... I’ve seen the stains on the shower curtain proving that.”
I merely grunt in response. I’m pretty sure I always wash those off... don’t I?
For the next few minutes, Ella returns to watching the movie in complete silence, and as the storm continues raging outside, I figure the matter is closed. A bad joke best forgotten by all. Probably for the best.
But then, she whispers words I would never in my wildest dreams expect to hear.
“Well, fine then. Do whatever you have to do.”
Chapter Five
Shocked, my brain repeats her statement over and over again, analyzing it for tone and sentence structure. Did I really just hear my sister correctly? Did hell just freeze over; should I check outside for paragliding porcine? Or, might Ella still be angry enough with me to be beyond caring what I do with myself? Whatever the reason, I would be a fool to ignore such an invitation, but I’m cautious enough to be suspicious and know that I’ll need to take things very slow.
Quickly angling my groin up against Ella’s curvy ass, I begin hunching my hips ever so slightly, sliding the hard bulge of my erection back and forth over my sister’s plump ass.
Ella sucks in a surprised breath of air and leans away from me. “Hey! I thought you meant with your hand, not actually on me!” she hisses emphatically.
Oops. “So... you’d rather have my hand against your butt? There’s not much room down there, you know.”