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Chapter 13. [Untitled].
Denise got home about 30 minutes later, to find me immersed in one of my business magazines. I hadn't forgotten the awkwardness of the earlier interaction, but I'd pushed it to the back of my mind with the realization there was nothing I could do about it except wait and see.
She fiddled in the kitchen for a few minutes, and asked if I wanted anything to eat, and finally put some chips and veggies and dip down on the coffee table in the living room and sat facing me on the couch. I could tell she wanted to Talk - in that capital-T way of Talking that women sometimes demand of men folk.
I closed my magazine and looked up at her, expectantly and, I hoped, not too guiltily. Sure enough, she plowed right in.
"Lissa told me about your conversation this morning," she began.
"I see," I said, non-committally.
She smiled at me, but with a serious cast. Her intentions were good, but she had something important to say.
"I ASKed you not to upset her," she finally sighed, emphatically.
I nodded. "I'm sorry, Denise. I.... I didn't handle it very well. Is she very upset?"
Her faced brightened. "Actually, she seems to be handling it well - better than I expected. But you definitely brought her own behavior to her attention - in a way that's made her uncomfortable. She's just like me, Jason .... she'll put it under the microscope and dissect it unnecessarily, and far too extensively." A bit of a pause. "But actually she's mostly worried about having upset YOU. Did she?"
"I'm not, um, not upset at all. It was just awkward. And so I, of course, intellectualized the situation. That's how I handle awkwardness. It's part of a nerd's fundamental character."
Denise grinned at this self-deprecatory remark. "What exactly did you say to her?" she asked.
I immediately felt profoundly embarrassed. I sensed that Denise was relishing, at least a little bit, the effort to make me enunciate the earlier highly sexualized (at least, to me) conversation I'd had with her daughter.
And, having no idea what Lissa had already told her, I knew I couldn't cut corners or leave anything out. After a pregnant moment, I bought myself another minute, asking, "The whole story? From the top? How much did she tell you?"
"Just tell me from your perspective. From the top. I'm curious."
"Well," I took a deep breath, and plunged in. "Lissa, out of the blue, announced she wanted to try nudism. And was trying to talk me into it. So I immediately explained that I had nothing against it in principle, but... well I think used the phrase 'sexuality issues.'"
My sister raised her eyebrows, but not critically - just encouraging me to go on. And said nothing.
"So I guess I went on a bit about how I think that in our culture, nudism has a stronger sexual component than people are whiling to admit. And I guess I said something to the effect that I thought she wanted to do it because it was exciting for her. I'm afraid I used the word 'horny' at one point," I admitted this with a bit of a confessional sigh.
Denise laughed at this. "I could see that that would be awkward," she agreed, and motioned for me to go on.
I took a heavy breath and decided to rush to the main point... at least the point that seemed to have derailed the whole thing. "So after some more digressions basically she got me to admit that I was afraid to try nudism with her because I was afraid of getting an erection." There, I'd said it.
My sister merely met my eyes with that wide, earnest gaze of hers, and nodded. Not unforgivingly; not forgivingly. Perhaps, mostly just fascinated and uncomfortably turned on, I realized, cynically. When I didn't add anything to what I'd said, right away, she finally prompted, "She said you wouldn't, because of her age."
I met her gaze, and shrugged. "Yes, I guess the resolution was that because of her age, I was uncomfortable with the idea of getting an erection around her. Which is true."
Denise's response was surprising, to me. She laughed. Then she said, "don't be silly, Jase. You've been getting boners around her since you got here. You just don't want her to SEE it," she teased.
I genuinely blushed. "It's, uh, that obvious?"
She giggled. "Naw... don't worry. I just know how guys are."
My relief must have been evident, as she grinned. "She wouldn't know what to look for, I don't think." Meant to reassure me, but it set me to wondering if it was true... surely, given mom and daughter's recent activities, they must've discussed the inevitable effect on men, and all that. In fact, they'd mentioned as much to Finn.
Daringly, teasingly, I responded, "Oh. And you would, of course."
Raised eyebrow. "I suppose so. But don't change the subject. We're talking about Lissa."
"Ok," I said.
"Well, I'm relieved. It sounds like you didn't frighten her." Denise smiled again, to ensure I understood she wasn't upset with me.
"If anything, she frightened me," I quickly joked, but half-serious, recalling the conversation I'd had with Lissa, as Finn.
Denise laughed again, and said, "Aww poor Jason."
There was a long silence between us, then. Not as uncomfortable as I would have expected, just full of tension, both sexual and non-sexual, and unsaid thoughts. I leaned forward and had some carrot sticks and chips with dip, while Denise stared meditatively out at the accumulating snow in her yard.
Finally, when our eyes met again as I settled back with my latest dipped veggie, she spoke. "She also told me you said your only reservation was the age thing. She said you told her you wouldn't have any problems trying nudism around me."
I was unable to say anything intelligent to this, so I just nodded.
She watched me as I absorbed her statement, then added, "so it wouldn't bother you if I saw you with erection, but it would bother you if she saw you with one?"
"Er..." I said, brilliantly. Finally, "uh, that's about it, I guess. I mean, what I said."
"Having second thoughts?" she teased.
I shrugged. "It's an awkward concept."
My sister seemed to consider this statement unproblematic. But she continued pursuing the subject - enjoying watching how she could make her brother squirm, perhaps. "Well, for the record, it wouldn't bother me. You having an erection, I mean. It's a natural male response, isn't it?" But she didn't give me time to agree. "Actually, I'm positive Lissa wouldn't be bothered by it either. She might be fascinated, and I'm certain she'd stare, as she admitted to me she's never seen one before - not a live one, anyway - but I very much doubt she'd be offended by it."
This caused a thought to gel in my mind, and I expressed myself before it could escape me. "That's not really my worry, Denise. I mean, that it would offend her. Or you."
"Oh? What IS your concern?" she asked, looking mildly surprised. "It's not like we can't control ourselves, Jase. We can look and not touch... just as you've shown yourself capable of." She giggled a bit at this last.
It was interesting how she spoke of herself and Lissa in a collective we, revealing the extent that they were sexual co-conspirators, and I had a moment of angst as I pondered how a genuinely "innocent" Jason would (should?) respond to that. Should he notice? Would it seem a bit... unnatural? Unexpected?
As I cogitated on these matters, Denise watched me closely. Suddenly, she erupted in a quick chuckle. "Oh, silly me! YOU're worried about whether YOU can control yourself. You're the guy, of course. Aww... Jason."
I just nodded sheepishly. And Denise, bless her, decided the conversation was over - she collected the chips and such that we'd been munching on and disappeared into the kitchen. I was dumbfounded with how things were developing. She was proving even more adept at teasing me psychologically than she or Lissa were able to do visually with their little flashes and showings. She was truly an adept student of the Finn-school. I began to anticipate the opportunity to come when I could grill her, in my alter-ego role, and find out how her mind was working on these matters.
I returned to my magazine, and about an hour passed eventlessly. She went out to move some snow on her walkway and driveway, and I got up to offer to help, but she refused and said it was good exercise. As she was coming back inside, she called out to me, "Hey, Jase... could you go online and see what the weather report says about later this evening - I want to know if we should go get Lissa early."
I nearly made the mistake of hopping on my laptop, before I remembered that she didn't know I had online access bootlegging her neighbor's wifi. So I got up and went into the computer in the den which was my guest bedroom. When I touched the mouse, the screen lit up, and I realized everything was still open from when Lissa had been online earlier. Yahoo messenger was running, and a browser window was open. At first, I thought to myself, "wow, that's reckless of her, to forget that I might see this."
But then, I realized what was in the browser window: it was a website called solotouch.com - one I knew fairly well myself, as it is a text-only website specializing on the theme of masturbation, and has some excellent short anecdotes - fantasies and true stories all mixed together. Hmmm... I recalled that one of the tasks I'd given the girls was for one of them to somehow get me to see a description of her masturbating. And suddenly my evaluation of Lissa's "carelessness" in leaving the computer on changed from "reckless" to "clever."
Also open was another window, a simple text-editor window, and what I read there was amazing. It was written as if she was intending it as a submission to the website, a little self-contained vignette, in perfect internet run-on prose, which I'll paste right here in this narrative.
"I love this website, and it's fun coming on here and reading all the stories and experiences people tell. I've only been masturbating for about two years, since I was 12, but in the last six months or so I've really gotten into it, and do it at least once a day. I never thought I'd post an experience here, but I just have to tell about this thing that happened recently. Lately, I've been doing some really insane dares that a friend is giving me. One dare that I got was to play with myself when someone was nearby and in the same room, without them knowing. So, my uncle is visiting from out of town, and he's pretty cute and really nice, I used to have kind of a crush on him I guess. Anyway, he was sitting at the kitchen table and reading the paper and I got out of my morning shower and I was wrapped in my towel, and I came out and sat down across from him at the table and was looking at the comics, and I thought about the dare my friend gave. I knew my uncle sometimes was sort of very secretly checking me out, wrapped just in my towel like I was, so I felt kind of turned on, too. And it seemed perfect, there was no way he would know what I was doing under the table, and with the towel with nothing under, I had super easy access! I just put a hand in my lap, and when I was sure he couldn't tell what was going on, I let my fingers start to run up and down my pussy lips, nice and slow. I was so horny! I scooted my butt forward a little on the chair, and spread my legs, and looked up from my paper and he wasn't paying attention at all, just sipping his coffee and reading the paper. It was so freaky. I bent back over what I was reading, and began to seriously do my clit, little circular motions that work so good. But I couldn't read, my eyes were glazing over I was so excited. I knew I couldn't cum there, I would probably yell and fall out of my chair or something it was so intense. Plus, that wasn't part of the dare, and another thing I've been into is what I've seen here called edging, where you make yourself get really close to cumming but then don't let yourself, over and over, so that when you finally cum it's super intense. Finally I knew I was so close I had to either cum or stop, and with huge willpower I made myself stop. I could smell my own horniness and I was amazed my uncle didn't notice - or maybe he did! Anyway, that was yesterday and I still haven't let myself cum. I'll write again when I finally finish. Thanks, and everybody keep up the good work!"
I realized I'd been practically holding my breath as I read this little snippet. It captured the style and authentic feel of many of the solotouch postings, and was also very clearly Lissa's own voice. So she'd done that task, and in a very clever way. At last, I remembered what I'd come into the room to do, so I opened another browser window and checked the weather, only to find that the storm was predicted to intensify.
I was glad that I'd minimized the other windows as at that moment Denise came into the room, having gotten out of her jacket, hat, scarf, gloves, etc., from her having been outside. We briefly discussed the weather situation, but we decided that Marie's was close enough that it didn't really affect when we went to get Lissa - worst case scenario, she could stay the night at her friend's house.
With that, Denise announced she was going to take a shower, having worked up a sweat shoveling her driveway, so she disappeared into her bedroom. I reread Lissa's text file, then saved and closed everything and shut down the computer. Then I returned to the living room with my laptop, and logged on - knowing I wouldn't be having any news from Lissa or Denise, but feeling horny and restless, I decided to surf alt.sex.stories or literotica a little bit and satisfy my cravings for erotic narrative. Naturally, I was sustaining a rather persistent erection, but I continued to successfully resist stroking myself. I felt a sort of obligation to not do it, given how well Lissa and Denise were playing along.
Some time later, Denise reappeared, now in her robe, and she made a call to Lissa to find out when she wanted to come home. I gathered that Lissa asked to stay through dinner at her friend's, so then Denise asked me what I wanted to do, as we had several hours before one of us would have to go collect Lissa. I just shrugged, and Denise came in and sat down on the couch across from me and absently turned on the tv.
I thought about her being naked under the robe, and about how, now that I'd read Lissa's description, it was Denise's task to get caught naked somehow, and I wondered how she'd do it. Almost as I was thinking this, Denise, quite out of the blue, said, "I've been thinking about the nudism thing."
"Oh?" I said, completely at a loss.
"I think we should try it."
"Uh..."
She laughed. "If only to make Lissa live up to her word. After all, she claims she's interested. And you said your only objection was the age issue - if I give my approval and participate, that is kind of irrelevant, don't you think?" But she said this rhetorically, as she clearly intended to brook no objections.
I looked at my sister with wide-eyed amazement, and finally managed to stutter, "you're serious?"
She grinned, and shrugged. "Why not? I've always been curious about it - you know, David and I were actually going to go do it, once, at like a nudist resort, when we were first married, but then he sort of chickened out. And Lissa said you admitted you've been curious about it too. So what the hell."
Seeing how uncomfortable I was looking, she quickly added some reassurances. "I really don't think you should worry about natural biological reactions... it's natural, and it's not like I'm naive. And Lissa, although inexperienced, isn't naive either, really. Actually, I have an idea..."
"What's that?"
"I was thinking, we could do a little 'practice run' before Lissa gets back. That way if I have any second thoughts, we can call it off." I noticed she was only concerned about her own second thoughts. Ah well.
There was a bit of dead quiet then, only the sound of a snow plow scraping by on the main street up at the corner. Finally, I said, "Well, I'd be a hypocrite if I said now I wasn't willing to try it, given what I said earlier to Lissa. But I'm feeling very self-conscious." And hard as hell, I added internally. The way things felt, I'd be showing not just a throbbing erection, but an involuntary pearl of pre-cum to my impulsive sister.
And just like that, with no further preliminaries or hesitations (I suspected she was nervous too, and was moving quickly to avoid having to think about it too much), Denise stood, shucked off her robe, and sat back down, naked as the day she was born.