My Sister and Her Friends Pt. 02

Normal disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. Any similarities to persons living or dead is coincidental. All persons depicted in sexual acts are at least 18 years of age and consenting adults. This story involves incest. If that's not your thing, then you should stop reading now. Otherwise, enjoy yourself.

Author's Note: This is part two of a story series. It is written assuming the reader has read the first installment. To fully understand the backstory and get all the references, please read part one first.

=====

Heather had just sashayed out of the bedroom. I laid there, still wondering what was happening to me. I had just had sex with my sister. Her friends were coming over soon, and she thought they'd like the view as I lay naked in my bed? I laid there for what seemed like hours before dragging my self out of bed. I had to face this at some point, might as well get it over with.

I threw on a pair of boxers and ambled out into the kitchen. Heather was there at the stove, scrambling some eggs, her short little nightgown just covering that tight round ass. I knew she had nothing on underneath. I came up behind her and put my arms around her shoulders. She leaned back and kissed my cheek.

"There you are. Your breakfast is almost ready." She stated, as if I had placed and order at a diner.

"Thanks. Good morning to you too. " I was at a loss for words. I peeked into the den. "So, is anyone else ..." my voice trailed off.

"No. Lisa and Mandy should be here soon," she said as she plated some eggs and sausage. "Juice?"

"Sure, thanks." I sat down at the kitchen table. She joined me momentarily, and I took a couple of bites.

We ate in silence for a few minutes. I kept thinking about what we had done. My mind was racing. My head was swimming. I was racked with guilt. I felt nauseous. I couldn't stand it anymore. I wondered how hot Hell was going to be?

"Sis, do we need to talk?" I finally plucked up the courage to ask.

Heather smiled at me reassuringly. "Eventually. But I promise, there's nothing for you to worry about." She sounded very sure of herself. I managed a nod. She was acting normal, happy even. She took a bite of eggs and smiled at me. Her voice was confident, strong. Eventually? What the heck does that mean? Tonight? Tomorrow? Next week? Or not until ten years from now? I closed my eyes and put my head in my hands. That didn't help.

I got up and took my plate to the sink. I headed off to the bathroom, thinking a nice hot shower would help me get a grip on myself. The battle in my brain did not subside. The one side was saying that she had come on to me. Mandy had come on to me. Lisa had come on to me. I never led them on. They were old enough to make their own decisions. And they had wanted to do the things we did together. Would they want to do them again?

But what if they didn't really know what they were doing? They weren't much older than the kids I taught. I was the older one, I was supposed to look out for them. Just like I had after graduation. I didn't let some of my jerk friends hook up and take advantage of them. Now here I was, the exact same type of jerk! This was my sister, the other two as good as sisters. Even if they didn't think it was wrong, it was, and I had a responsibility to them to stop. I had failed. I stepped out of the shower as upset and emotionally spent as when I started. I wrapped a towel around my waist and stepped into the bedroom. There sitting side by side by side on my bed were Heather, Lisa and Mandy. Heather was still only wearing the nightgown from earlier. Lisa and Mandy were dressed normally. I looked from face to face to face, thoroughly confused.

Lisa broke the silence. "So, stud, how was it?" Mandy giggled. I managed a weak grin as I fumbled through my dresser for some shorts. "No, you aren't getting off that easily buddy," she pressed on. "How was it?"

All three were looking at me quizzically. I took a deep breath, closed my eyes and exhaled. "I mean... the... but really... I'm so very confused right now" I blurted out. I walked out into the den. I could hear whispers behind me. I stopped by the couch and pulled on my shorts, tossing the towel aside and plopping down in my recliner. I closed my eyes. I heard footsteps. I looked up and I saw Mandy sitting on the couch looking at me.

"Chase, hon, listen to me. I can tell you're conflicted. You've got to know that none of this is your fault. Please don't feel bad about anything. We sure don't. You didn't do anything to any of us that we didn't want to happen." She said softly. Her tone was reassuring in a way.

"But how... and why?" I stammered.

"Chase, let us explain." Heather was behind me. She circled the chair and plopped herself in my lap. Lisa sat beside Mandy on the couch.

And she began. They had been 12-years old and a slumber party with a group of about 7 or so other girls. They were up all night doing their nails and talking about cute boys and kissing them. They all went around the room naming what boy they wanted to kiss, for most of sarıyer escort them the first real kiss had yet to happen. I was about 16 at the time, and in my final year of trying to play baseball in high school. I was just an average ballplayer. Right before our parents dropped the three of them off at this party, they had been at one of my baseball games, cheering me on. When it came around to her, Mandy said she panicked, couldn't think of anyone else, and blurted out "Heather's brother Chase." A round of 'ooohs' and giggles followed. So, from then on, the running thing in their group was that Mandy had a crush on me. One random day shortly afterwards, I told her she looked pretty, and she said her heart skipped a beat. That crush lasted quite a while, at least until Mandy had her first date and first (terrible) kiss. I of course, had no recollection of any of this.

A couple of years later, right before I graduated, I finally had gotten a car. Lisa's parents were out of town and she was going to be staying with us for the weekend. Lisa fell and sprained her foot badly playing basketball after school. She didn't think she could walk to our place, so she called Heather, who cried to mom and dad, who made me go play taxi driver. I had to drive to the school, pick Lisa (and Mandy, of course) up, and bring them back to our house. I remember being annoyed that I had to pause my Madden game to go run my sister's friends around town. But I went. Lisa was sitting on the curb crying when I arrived. I scooped her up and carried her to the car "like a bride over a threshold," she emphasized. Apparently, she thought I smelled nice as she put her hand on my chest. She was drawn in by how easily I scooped her up and carried her across the parking lot to my car. She liked the way my arms felt holding her. I set her in the backseat of my car and smiled at her. Me? I remembered having to go pick her up and that she was hurt and crying, but nothing else from that day stood out to me.

A few years later, I was almost 21, and a couple of friends and I were going to go tubing down the river a few hours away. Somehow, Heather had gotten wind of my plans and thought it sounded like fun. I remember dad convincing me to let them follow us out and tag along. And by convinced, I mean he gave me a couple hundred bucks for gas and 'whatnot' for the trip. I managed to procure a couple cases of 'whatnot' and gave the three of them a six-pack to share. I figured, what the hell, we would be on the river for some four to six hours, a couple of beers each wasn't going to do them any harm, and it would keep them occupied and out of my hair.

I had just started dating a girl named Robin, a sultry red-head, and hadn't yet 'sealed the deal' so to speak. I recalled spending the entire trip trying to get in her pants. When we hit the bottom of the bend, I did carry the girls' tubes up the hill for them, and the girls all recalled how the wet swim shorts I wore clung tight to my torso as we made our way out of the water. "It looked huge!" Heather whispered in my ear. I don't remember having an erection, but, having spent most of the trip kissing, making out with