Jessie’s big sister has eyes like a hawk. She could be halfway across the state and still slap your hand away. If her hair was on fire, she’d still find the time to tell you to back off.
Jessie, on the other hand, is sweet and friendly. Very friendly.
After years of coping and years of terrified boys running for cover, she is also curious. Daring, you might say. While overprotection doesn’t always lead to rebellion, Jessie was more than ready to free herself from the watchful eyes and moral rigidity of her sister.
“Don’t be scared,” she whispered in the dark. The living room was full of blankets, pillows, and bodies, and Jessie was wide awake.
And so was her sister.
“Is she still watching?”
“She’s always watching,” Jessie said. “We need to get her laid. Or something. Maybe a fucking hobby would do it. Why the hell does she care so much about me anyway?”
The blanket covered us, but suspicion was palpable in the air. Even without looking, I could feel her eyes on us. The touch of Jessie’s hand sent shivers through me, and the possibility of anything more was too much to contemplate.
Maybe not thinking was the key.
But Jessie’s shorts were small and tight, and earlier that night, she hinted at a razor and soap and the promise of something soft and willing. Her shirt rode up, and her skin was so smooth was impossible not to touch. The room was dark, the blanket was worn, and the music was nostalgic.
And Jessie wanted sex. More than she wanted safety, trust, or freedom, she wanted to fuck, and she was not shy about saying it.
“You can move your hand lower,” she whispered.
The hem of her shorts was elastic, and my fingers traced her soft skin beneath it. While Jessie lay on her back, I was on my side, hoping it looked like we were having a simple conversation and nothing else. Even as I slid my hand down, feeling smooth skin followed by wet skin, I pretended to laugh in quiet tones.
“She’s leaving,” Jessie whispered. “I don’t know why or how long, but she’s going downstairs. We have two minutes at most.”
Neither of us said anything more as she turned her back to me. When she pushed her shorts down around her thighs, I gripped her ass, and when she turned for a kiss, I touched her face and parted my lips.
Beneath the blanket, it was a struggle. The right angle and the correct position were elusive. Nevertheless, within seconds, I was inside her, pushing into her from behind as we fucked in the dark, breathing in freedom in dying gasps.
Jessie clenched, and I thrust. She kissed me again, her eyes wide and her mouth desperate, and we held one another like the world was ending. As she kissed me, my hands now under her shirt as I struggled to feel everything, a sound broke the spell.
“Pretend you’re asleep.”
Not moving was more than awkward. Jessie leaned forward, almost looking like she had turned away from me, but still, I was inside her as those watchful eyes scanned the room. My hands shivered beneath my head, my makeshift pillow giving everything away, but I somehow managed to stay still.
Even when Jessie pushed back with a teasing temptation. Even when she yawned, clenching at the same time, and pretended to fall back asleep.
Behind me, I heard her sit down. Then lie down. It was dark, the music was forgetful, and the room so warm I could barely breathe. I listened for another sound and heard none. When I touched Jessie’s hip, her hand found mine, and I felt myself pushing—inching closer. Fucking her so slowly that pins and needles shot through me in agonizing pleasure.
Jessie bit her hand, squeezed her thighs tightly, and then it was over. Between temptation, fear, and resistance, there was no more holding back. I wrapped an arm around her, pulled her close, and let myself come as she moaned in my ear.
“You feel so good. I’ve wanted this for so long.”
While our bodies trembled beneath the blanket, the music stopped. The light from a phone pierced the darkness, and a voice broke the silence.
“Hey, dude, don’t get too comfy with my sister. I’m not blind, you know.”
I waved a hand and slid back, hoping with all my heart that our bodies wouldn't make a sound. And then we lay still, half-naked and wide awake, while behind me, someone grunted and sat back down.
The light vanished. The music started once more.
Jessie turned to her side, and her eyes smiled. She took my hand beneath the blanket, and while we lay two feet apart, we were closer than ever.
I fell asleep dreaming of her touch.