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Ryan Sylander
Looking Through The Lens http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/ryansylander/www/ Chapter 19: In the Light
It was hard to leave Heather that evening. We cuddled on the couch for an hour. I wanted to stay with her, forever. Eventually, her parents finished their card game and migrated to the kitchen. The bright lights woke us. We didn’t even hear their footsteps. We went into the house, catching Aongus kissing Mairead a little more than casually. I smiled to myself at the reversal of roles. “Dad...” Heather said. They took their time finishing while we walked through the kitchen. “I won the game!” Aongus proclaimed. “Good for you,” Heather said, “but do you have to take it out on Mom like that?” Mairead laughed. “He only won, because… well, never mind.” Heather rolled her eyes. “I should get home. It’s been a long day,” I said. “Yeah, I’m beat,” Heather agreed. “Goodnight, Mairead, Aongus,” I said. “Thanks for the lemonade.” “You’re welcome,” Mairead said warmly. “We’ll see you for dinner tomorrow night then?” “Yes, I’ll be here at six.” “Wonderful!” Heather walked me to the front door, and we stepped outside for a moment. “So will you be here?” I asked her. “What?” “For dinner, tomorrow?” “Of course! What kind of question is that?” “You never really invited me. So far, it’s just me and your folks.” Heather blushed a little. “Oops. I forgot. I’m sorry.” “It’s all right. It’s good to know that even you mess up, once in a while.” She made an exaggerated pout. “You mean I’m not perfect?” I smiled at her. “Oh, yes, you are.” I pulled her to me for a sweet kiss. She broke it off with a soft murmur. I caught a breath of her peach scent, and considered returning to her couch. “What’s up, tomorrow?” I asked. “All the adults in my house are going out to visit a friend early in the morning, but I don’t have to go. Are you working?” “I don’t work tomorrow. Fishing at nine?” “Nine? That’s kind of late.” Heather shrugged. “I want to sleep in. You wore me out,” she whispered. “Okay. Nine it is.” We looked at each other for a while. Her eyes were lively. One last kiss, a hug, and then I stepped away. The night was hot. “Thanks, Matt,” she said, pulling on my arm one last time. She spoke softly. “Tonight was… amazing. I won’t forget this ever. I’m going to make you very happy, tomorrow.” My body twitched as excitement rushed through me. “You already have,” I said. It was the truth. I was floating a foot above the ground. Heather smiled at me. “Goodnight, Matt. See you in the morning!” “Nine. I won’t be late.” “No, you won’t be,” she agreed. I smiled and walked off. Heather watched me the whole way, until I turned out of her sight with a wave.
As I got closer to home, my thoughts turned from reliving the couch experience with Heather, to thinking about Lara’s proposal. I thought I had decided against taking her up on the offer, but when I went to put the key into the front door of my aunt’s house, I hesitated. A debate broke out in my head. Watching her was wrong. She was my half-sister, one voice said. But I have seen her nude my whole life, another answered. But this was different! She’s having sex. It also felt a little like cheating on Heather. If she ever found out… Unfortunately, the evening had left me highly aroused. Not that I was disappointed with how the evening had gone; on the contrary, watching Heather in ecstasy had been simply incredible. But I was having trouble keeping that arousal from convincing me to go take a peek at the porch. I walked around to the back of the house and then paused with my hand on the back railing. The windows above were all dark. My heart was beating hard. No! I walked back to the front of the house. I was in the middle of an amazing relationship with Heather, and I didn’t need this to get in the way. I put the key in the front door, quietly twisted the lock, and pushed the door... Clank! A few inches in, the chain caught the door. Luckily, I hadn’t pushed the door open quickly, so the noise was minimal. But, I was locked out of the house! My first thought was that Lara had done this on purpose, but sometimes my aunt threw the chain at night herself. I realized that my only remaining option was to enter via the porch, and that made my heart pound again. I stood for a very long time with the door cracked, wondering what to do. There was no choice, really. Maybe this was the way things were supposed to go, I thought, as I closed the front door and walked around to the back of the house again. Reluctantly, I climbed the steps. They always creaked, and tonight was no exception, even with the extreme care I took. If Lara and James were on the porch, they knew I was here now. As I saw more and more of the porch, I thought maybe she had forgotten. The couch was empty. Then I looked at the easy chair, and James was sitting in it. Lara was kneeling between his legs, her head bobbing up and down. It was too dark for me to be sure, but I thought James glanced at me for a moment. Lara had her back to me, and couldn’t see me. I was certain she knew I was there, though. The arousal I felt on Heather’s porch returned in full force now, as I stood on the second step from the top. There was no stopping my erection. Lara lifted her head and said something to James, which I couldn’t hear. He murmured an answer. Lara giggled, and then returned to work. Reluctance turned to transfixion as I watched my sister give James a blowjob. Part of me wanted them to turn so I could see what she was doing. James said something quietly, and watched Lara for a moment. He said something else. She didn’t seem to hear him. James leaned his head back onto the back of the chair and gripped the arms. Lara didn’t stop moving her head up and down as he let out a long groan. That was really loud, I thought. Lara slowed as he put a hand on the side of her head. Suddenly a light went on in the kitchen. I saw Lara jump up and sit on the couch, wiping at her mouth. James did up his shorts and straightened up in his chair. I stood dumbly for a moment, looking straight into Lara’s eyes, and she was smiling at me. Then I realized I was in plain sight. I started to move down the stairs but there was a loud creak. Instead, I squatted down and leaned against the porch door. “Is everything all right?” Sarah asked. Her voice sounded like it was right in my ear, as it drifted down through the screen window. “Yeah, why? Are we being too loud?” Lara voice was too innocent. “No, I just thought I heard someone yell,” my mom said. “Oh, James was telling me about something that happened at school. Sorry, we’ll keep it down. We didn’t mean to wake you.” “Okay, no problem, sweetie. Is Matt back yet?” “Haven’t seen him, but I’m sure he’ll be here any second now.” There was a click on the screen door handle, and I almost spat my heart out onto the wooden step. It was the sound of her testing the little lock lever. I hoped Sarah wouldn’t open the door and feel me against it. “Make sure you leave the door unlocked for him. I don’t know if he has any keys with him.” “He does, but I’ll leave it open anyway,” Lara said. “Okay, goodnight then. Don’t be up too late!” I took a breath as the kitchen light went out and everything returned to quiet. I was too nervous to stand, yet. “Matt,” Lara whispered through the screen. “Are you still there?” “Yeah.” “Are you coming inside?” “Um, yeah, I guess.” I felt a push on the door, so I stood. The stair creaked loudly. I glanced at James. In the faint light he nodded to me. I nodded back. “I’m going to hit the sack,” I said absently. “I’ll be right back,” Lara said to James. She followed me to my room and shut the door behind her. Lara pulled me in and leaned into my ear. “You can’t believe how exciting it was to know you were watching,” she whispered. “Not nearly as exciting as having Mom almost catch us,” I whispered back. She laughed quietly. “Yeah, that was close.” “Did you lock me out of the front door?” I asked, digging through my drawer for a fresh shirt to sleep in. “What?” she said after a moment. “I thought you had keys!” I could tell by her reaction that she hadn’t thrown the chain. I breathed a sigh of relief. Somehow that would have been crossing a line I wasn’t comfortable with. “I did, but the chain was on,” I said. “I thought maybe you put it on.” “No. Must have been Aunt Beth.” “Yeah. Well, I’m going to go to bed. Long day. A good day.” “Oh yeah? What happened?” “I’ll tell you tomorrow. Hey, don’t get caught, all right? I don’t want to be grounded the last week of vacation, because of you.” “Don’t worry; I think James is done for the night.” “He looked like he… Well... Yeah. I’m going to bed.” “Me too. James is leaving. I have something to take care of,” she said suggestively. I sniggered. “He won’t, uh, lend a hand?” “I can do it better,” she said quietly. I laughed. “But it’s more fun with two people.” “Then come and join me.” I eyed her for a moment. The prudish and reactionary comments that came to mind seemed silly. Instead I went along with her banter, knowing I was crossing another line. “Too tired,” I said. “Too tired to move your fingers?” Images burst through my head. I felt like I was walking the edge of a precipice with Lara. But I was too weary and horny to revert to my usual horrified protestations. “I already wore them out earlier,” I said, turning my thoughts to my night with Heather. “On Heather? Really?” “Yeah. It was amazing. I’ve never… well, I can’t explain it.” “You gave her an orgasm with your fingers?” “Well, yeah. I didn’t really know what I was doing, though. Beginner’s luck, I guess.” “She is so lucky!” “Although I did remember a few things you told me that time on the beach,” I added. “So thanks... That came in handy.” “Heh heh. ‘Handy,’ he says.” I smiled and glanced out of my window at the porch. “So why don’t you teach James how to do it?” I asked quietly. “I don’t want to offend him. He thinks he’s doing well.” I shrugged. “Well, then you’ll just get what you get.” “Mm. We’ll see.” “All right, get out of here. I need to sleep.” “Bye.” I expected to be out before my head touched the pillow, but instead I tossed and turned. My erection wouldn’t go away, my mind couldn’t clear the image of Lara kneeling before James, and I kept wondering what Heather was going to do with me tomorrow. Eventually I fell asleep, but it was restless and full of erotic dreams involving Heather, and Lara and James.
I was watching Lara and James again on the porch. I was sitting on the couch this time, and we were back at home in the Catskills for some reason, but it was still Beth’s porch. I could see Lara’s lips engulfing James’s penis. It looked like it was two feet long. It never came out of her, no matter how much she moved up. Melissa was in the kitchen working on a meal. She was talking to someone about how to peel a cucumber to give it ridges. I looked outside, and the trees were grown up right against the porch windows. I wondered why we hadn’t ever cut them back. I wasn’t sure the screen door would open anymore, facing such a thicket of bark and limbs. Somehow I was in that vague state where I knew I was in a dream, but I wasn’t waking up out of it. When I looked back at Lara and James, he was gone and Lara was now Heather. Heather had black hair though, like Lara’s. She was kneeling in front of me. I was naked. She was smiling at me, rubbing me. I threw my head back as I felt her take me into her mouth. The feeling was unbelievably real. I was struggling to hold onto the dream. I looked down again. Incongruously, I felt Heather’s mouth on me, but she was not actually touching me anymore. She and Lara were sitting nude, cross-legged and facing each other, talking about something. Every few moments they’d look up and smile at me, hiding some secret. The dream started to dissipate. Light illuminated my vision through my closed eyelids. The sound of the surf faded in as my ears turned on for the day. I was waking up. Lara and Heather, the porch, the close-grown trees, my mom in the kitchen: they all disappeared. The lips on my penis didn’t. Lara? “Lara!” I yelled suddenly, opening my eyes all at once and propping myself up. I looked down… and straight into Heather’s lively eyes. “Lara?” Heather said, looking up at me with a surprised grin. She stroked me slowly. I felt my face heating up. “I – I’m sorry, oh my god! What are you doing here?” “Lara let me in. I figured since your parents weren’t here, it was a good time to, well, return the favor from last night.” I lay back down, breathing deeply, still wondering if I was dreaming. There was a long silence as Heather used her fingers on me. “Is this how Lara wakes you up?” she finally asked, chuckling slightly. “No… No! Shit, that must have been weird! I was just having a dream, and Lara was in it. She said something, and then I woke up.” “You were hard when I came in here a few minutes ago.” “Well… you were in the dream too.” “Oh yeah? Tell me about it.” With that, she returned her mouth to the tip of my penis. “Um, it was weird.” “I want to hear.” I hesitated. I could have made something up, but decided to go with the truth. I just hoped Heather wouldn’t be weirded out by it. “In the dream I was watching Lara give James a blowjob.” Heather took more of me into her mouth, slowly feeling the ridge of my head with her tongue. “Then you were there,” I continued, “and you were giving me one. But you weren’t. I could feel it, but you were still on the floor talking with Lara, somehow.” Heather pulled off with a slight pop. “She was watching me give you a blowjob?” “No, you weren’t really giving me one. Or you were, I guess. That must have been when you were really in the room. In my dream, though, you weren’t. It was pretty weird. Like a remote blowjob.” “A blowjob ventriloquist?” I sniggered. “Yeah, like that.” “So then what?” Heather stroked my penis a little slower now, looking at it, studying it. “Then I woke up.” “And yelled for Lara?” I sighed. “I was confused. I didn’t think you’d be here doing this.” “So you thought Lara was? Is there something you are not telling me?” Heather didn’t seem angry, just inquisitive. It was enough to give me the courage to tell her the truth. More of it. “Lara and I have teased each other about stuff like that in the past. Well, mostly she’s teased me. Not that we’ve ever done anything,” I added quickly. “Why not?” I frowned. It was almost like Heather was surprised that we hadn’t. “Why not? Because… it’s weird.” Heather took me into her mouth again. “Don’t you think?” I asked. She shrugged and pulled off again. “Why were you dreaming of her then?” “When I got home last night I saw them on the porch,” I admitted. “Ah.” “It was – Oh…” Suddenly she had changed the intensity of her touch on me. She held the tip still in her mouth and stroked me quickly with her hand. Suddenly as I focused on my arousal rather than my fears, I realized that I was about ready to explode. “That feels amazing,” I hissed. With her other hand she massaged my stomach and chest. Her pace grew as she heard me start to hold my breath. “Okay,” I said sharply. Heather pulled her mouth off and continued stroking me. The first shot flew over my head. Heather whooped and giggled, as the jets arced out of my pulsing penis. The orgasm was the most intense I had ever had. When I was finished, my shirt was covered in streams of cum. “Wow, does it always do that?” Heather asked. “No, never.” “It got on the wall there,” Heather said, pointing above my head. “Oops.” Heather hopped up off the bed and got some tissues from the bathroom. I gingerly pulled my shirt off and carefully folded it up. “Hope you don’t mind that I snuck into your room and woke you up,” Heather said. “No, you can do that any time you want,” I said enthusiastically. Heather laughed, as she finished wiping the wall. She crawled into bed next to me, and gave me a hard kiss. “Good morning!” she said brightly, as if she had just entered the room. “Good morning…” “Ready to fish?” “Can’t we just lie here all day?” I asked. “How long until your parents get back?” “I don’t know. At least a few hours.” “Do you have any condoms?” she said mischievously. I swallowed my excitement. My penis pulsed again at the thought. “Um, no, I don’t.” “Looks like we’ll be visiting the drug store later, then.” Heather reached down and gripped my penis, and her voice turned sultry. “Unless you want to risk it. He’s ready.” “I’m pretty sure I just used up all my sperm, but still.” Heather rolled over onto me, and kissed me. She ground her clothed groin against mine. “Later then. Let’s go fish. I’m feeling lucky today.” She didn’t get off me though, but rather continued to rub her body on mine. The feeling was exquisite. Her breasts pressed against my chest and her hips moved her body over my fully stiff penis again. The kissing became heated. I rolled her onto her back, and moved back and forth between her legs. As I arched up to look at her, she pulled on her shirt and removed it over her head. So much for fishing. As she looked up at me shyly, I once again reminded myself how lucky I was. I never wanted to do anything to lose my beautiful Heather. She unclasped her bra and pulled it to the side. Her breasts fell free from the cups and beckoned to me. I kissed them gently, looking at them in the morning light. Her nipples were already hard. “Do they get hard when you are turned on?” I asked. “Yeah, or when it’s cold.” I ran a finger around the edge of her nipple. “Are you cold?” I teased. “No.” I took one into my mouth, reveling in the sounds Heather made as I licked around it and pulled on it with my lips. “You have goose bumps, though,” I said. “I’m definitely not cold,” she stressed. I smiled up at her. “Definitely not.” I decided I was going to make her explode like she had made me. I just hoped that I could remember what Lara had told me. I kneeled between her legs, and pulled on the waistband of her shorts. They slid off easily, exposing her panties. I scooted back, pulling the shorts off as Heather slid her legs out. “What are you going to do to me, Matt?” she asked coyly. For a second I thought she was afraid, but then I noticed the desire in her eyes. Her hands were already slipping under her panties to pull them off. “Return the favor,” I answered. “You already did last night.” “Oh, well, I can stop if you want.” “No, no! I was just teasing you.” I watched as Heather pulled her panties down around her waist. Her curly hair sprung out from under the waistband. I took the underwear from her as she bent her legs up to let me pull them off. Heather was completely and beautifully nude before me. It was enough to make me hold my breath. “What?” she asked. “Just looking,” I said. “Do you like?” “Like? Love…” Wait, did I just say love? “You look great,” I added quickly. Heather smiled. “Now what?” I took a deep breath and then lowered myself so that my lips kissed just above her hair. I started kissing lower. “What are you going to do?” Heather seemed a little shy suddenly. I lost a little confidence. “Um, I was going to return the favor.” “Oh. With your mouth?” “Yeah. If that’s all right.” There was a pause. “Okay, if you want to.” “I want to,” I confirmed. “I’ve never done this,” she admitted. “Me neither,” I said, excited at her announcement, and unashamed of mine. Heather spread her legs a little as I kissed lower. I pushed gently on her thighs, and she opened enough for me to kiss her lips. I pulled back and looked at her womanhood, trying to take it all in without making her feel uncomfortable. Then I licked at the folds of skin. I felt Heather tense up. As my tongue snaked into her warmer parts, she let out a squeak. “Are you all right?” I asked. In answer she pulled my head close to her again. I ran my tongue up her groove, mixing my saliva with her moisture. It was incredibly sensual, feeling her super-smooth slick channel with my tongue. I licked the hard button I had felt the previous night, and got the same response: a gasp. I smiled as I explored her clit gently. Then I remembered that Lara had said to tease first, and avoid the most sensitive areas. So I pulled back, and instead concentrated on Heather’s lips. She tried to guide me back up to her button, but Lara had told me to not let her do that. Vaguely I remembered that we were talking about Julie at the time, but I pushed that thought away quickly. Hardly the time to think about Julie. I resisted Heather’s hands pulling my head, and she let out a little moan. I placed some gentle kisses on her, and then stroked her softly with my fingers. I pushed one slightly into her entrance. I could feel her tense up, and then I pulled the tip out. I smiled again as she let out a slightly frustrated hiss. In answer I lightly brushed my tongue over her clit. Heather got so worked up that she tried to touch herself. I gently removed her hand. When it slipped back down, I gave it a playful bite. “Ouch!” she said, drawing her hand back quickly. I knew it hadn’t hurt. “No intruders,” I said. “Stop teasing me then,” she whimpered. “I’m not.” “I know what you are doing, Matt,” she said arduously. There had been very few times in my relationship with Heather where I was in control of the teasing. Maybe zero times, I admitted. Except now. It was amazing to see her so open, so vulnerable. That she was letting me do this gave me even more admiration for her. I licked her clit firmly with a long stroke of my tongue. Heather shuddered, and then cried out when I pulled away again. She didn’t put her hand back, though. Finally I knew it was time. Heather’s head was moving side to side, and her hands had bunched up the sheets. I watched her for a few seconds and then buried a finger in her as I pressed my tongue against her nubbin. “Oh!” I attacked her gently, firmly, urgently. I knew exactly how to move by listening to her reactions. Soon my finger found a slick spot inside of her and I knew that this combo was how I would make her go over the edge. But not yet… I removed my fingers and penetrated her with my tongue. My neck protested the awkward angle, but I didn’t care. With a thumb I found her button again, and pressed it. Everything was wet and warm as I concentrated on her reactions. Heather let out a wail as I pulled away from her. I smiled, wondering if Lara had heard that. Part of me hoped that she had. Heather was trembling. She opened her eyes and looked down between her breasts at me. “Please…” I put two fingers into her, slowly twiddling them against her inside wall, watching as she threw her head back. She grabbed at her breasts for lack of anything better to touch. When I put my tongue back to her clit, she lost it. She held her breath for a moment, and then there was an instant explosion. She let out a series of high pitched moans. I knew Lara would hear those. Probably people on the beach were listening, even. Her body twitched and her head thrashed as she rode the wave of pleasure. I just eased up a little and let her move her body against my tongue and fingers. When she finally relented, her body collapsed into the bed. Heather’s chest heaved, and her voice still let out the remnants of those ardent moans and murmurs. I just rested my head on her thigh, listening to her blood pulsing in one ear, and her breath laboring in the other. It was the sweetest duet.
When we finally got up and put our clothes back on, Heather gave me a sensual kiss. “You’re probably lucky you don’t have any condoms,” she said. “Why?” I replied. “Because I’d keep you here in your room all day locked up.” “I’d go for that.” “Your parents probably wouldn’t.” “Mm. It would be worth it, though.” “You don’t know that yet,” she said seriously. “It might not be that good.” “I’m not worried.” “Me neither,” Heather said with a grin. There was a bubbling anticipation in her eyes, which echoed exactly the eagerness I felt at wanting to make love to her. Soon, I thought. Don’t rush it. Heather served us some lemonade while I went through the menial task of washing the semen off my shirt. The price of pleasure, I suppose. Lara’s door was closed. Odd, since Heather had said Lara had let her in. Maybe she had gone back to bed. Or maybe… I smiled to myself as I walked to her door. I knocked gently. “Yeah?” came the slightly strangled reply. I cracked the door open. Lara was lying on the bed. A sheet covered her lower half, and her face was flushed. “We’re going out for a while,” I said, pretending not to notice her state. “Okay,” she said. “Have fun,” I said, winking at her and closing the door. “Matt…” she said, just as the door clicked. I opened the door again. “What?” Lara hesitated. “Oh, nothing.” “What is it?” I insisted. “Would you be mad if… if I called Julie?” “Julie? Why?” “Just to hang out.” “Sure, I don’t care. Of course I won’t be mad.” “I just…” She trailed off. I watched her with a frown. “Are you all right?” “Yeah. Can we talk later?” “Sure. Do you need to talk now? I can tell Heather to wait outside.” “No, later. Don’t worry, it’s nothing bad.” I paused. “All right.” “Thanks.” She smiled at me as I nodded and closed the door. Heather was sitting out on the porch with the two glasses, looking at the ocean. Her fishing gear was propped near the door. “This is such a great porch,” she said. “Is Lara sleeping again?” “No, just hanging out.” “I hope she didn’t hear us.” “Probably not,” I said, but I couldn’t prevent the grin from spreading across my face. Heather looked at me. “Was I loud?” she asked, with an embarrassed grimace. “A little.” “I’m sorry. I didn’t even realize.” “Well, Lara didn’t mind, I’m sure.” “Why do you say that?” “Well… I’m guessing it turned her on.” “Really?” Heather said, eyes widening slightly. “Yeah.” For a moment, she considered, and then said, “Oh…! Was she…?” “I think so,” I said, grinning a little. “Wow.” “Come on, let’s go fish. I’m feeling lucky today too.” Heather drained her glass, and we headed towards the pier.
“What’s the score, anyway?” I asked. Heather pursed her lips. “You know, I don’t remember exactly.” “Really? I figured you thought about it every minute. Wallowing in the glory, since you are beating me so soundly.” “Heh, it was fun, but after a while it wasn’t even challenging anymore.” “Oh, whatever.” “All right, let’s start over,” she offered. “Fine with me.” We held our reels at the ready. “Okay, go.” Once again we cast in together, but things were much less urgent this time. “So none of this stuff with my sister weirds you out?” I said after a while. Heather shrugged. “No. I can tell that you and her have a special relationship.” “We do. We don’t have secrets, really.” “I’m not surprised to hear that.” “I can tell her anything,” I said. I was trying to probe Heather’s response to the situation. I wasn’t sure how much I could tell her. I wanted to tell her everything, but I didn’t want to freak her out. There was some quiet, and then Heather spoke. “You can tell me anything, too,” she said softly. In between those words was the offer of unconditional acceptance I was looking for. It was special to hear it. “She’s kind of different than me, in terms of sex,” I said carefully. “Yes, I know she’s female, Matt,” Heather teased. I just gave her a roll of my eyes. “What I meant was that she is rather forward about her sexuality,” I said. “How?” “Well, we grew up kind of free about that stuff. Like we bathe in our stream together, usually nude. Last year when we were here, I guess it was only a matter of time before we started telling each other about James and Julie.” Suddenly I had a fish on the line. “Hey, look, one-nothing!” I pulled the little fish out of the water and dropped it into my bucket. Heather smiled. “Wow, I think, wait... wait...” She thought for a moment, eyes to the sky. “Yup, that’s the first time you’ve been ahead! Ever!” I laughed easily. “Yeah, I know: ‘You suck at fishing,’ ” I imitated in her voice. She just smiled and shrugged. “One-one,” she said, pulling up her own fish. I snorted and shook my head. She likely had had it on her line for a while and was just waiting for me to get one. “So much for taking the lead,” I said petulantly. “Sorry!” Heather leaned over and kissed me. “Go on, though.” As we settled in against the rail again, I continued. “So do you promise not to tell anyone this next bit?” “Of course. You know you can trust me, Matt.” I smiled warmly. That sounded exactly like something Lara would have said to me. And I knew they both meant it. “Well, Lara has been with Julie.” Heather thought for a second. “Like fooled around with her?” “Yeah. I guess it started two years ago, and they stopped last year when I got together with Julie.” Heather was quiet, so I went on. “I guess she’s kind of like my mothers,” I said in explanation. “Are you like your father?” she asked. The question took me by surprise. “I didn’t know him,” I said, almost instinctively. “I know... I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it that way.” Heather put her hand on my arm, and looked at me seriously. “I just meant in terms of his relationship, uh, preferences.” “If you mean do I want anyone but you, then the answer is no.” Heather smiled. “I was just curious. I’m not judging you or your family. I think you have an interesting family, really neat. I really like your parents and your sister. A lot.” “Last night I watched Lara give James a blowjob on the porch,” I said suddenly. Heather laughed. “You told me earlier, right before you spurted all over the room.” “I told you?” “Yeah.” “I don’t remember that.” “And I don’t remember being particularly loud,” she countered. “If you listen closely you can still hear the echoes,” I said, pointing down the beach towards the house. Heather slapped my chest with her hand. “Matt!” “Sorry.” “So did you ever get together with Lara and Julie?” she asked. “Oh, great, not you too!” I groaned. “What?” she said, surprised at my reaction. “Lara kept suggesting that for a while. I thought she was kidding at the time, but I’m not so sure anymore.” “Why didn’t you?” Again, it sounded like Heather thought I should have. What was the reason I hadn’t, I asked myself? “The simple answer is that Lara is my sister.” “So you are against incest,” Heather said simply. The word made me tingle. “You make it sound like a political stance, or something.” “Well, it is, kind of.” “What?” “Well, I don’t have siblings, obviously, so I don’t have a good feel for what it is like. But it seems like it’s a rather arbitrary idea.” “Arbitrary?” I said, confused. “I mean, you can have sex with people you barely know, and yet you can’t with someone you deeply love, because you share blood with them?” “But, but…” I had no answer. I knew exactly what she meant. Carmen flashed through my head, as an example of the first half of Heather’s statement. God, what a nightmare that had been. And for the second half, there was Lara… “In some ways,” Heather continued, “I could see that with a parent it could be bad. There’s a level of trust there that could easily cross into abuse. Like sleeping with a teacher, or something.” I watched Heather outline her thoughts. She was saying things which I had never even thought of. And she didn’t even have siblings. Heather looked me in the eyes. “I’ll tell you something, which you can’t ever tell anyone, either.” “You can trust me, too,” I said, just like I would to Lara. Heather weighed my look and words, and then nodded her head. “My parents are related. They’re cousins.” I thought for a moment. “Wow.” “Not first cousins; my mom’s mother was first cousin to my dad’s mother.” “Wow,” I repeated, unable to find anything better to say. “I’ve never told anyone that,” Heather admitted. I looked in wonder at her. She had just trusted me with one of her most intimate secrets. “Thanks for sharing that with me,” I said honestly. “I hope you don’t think I’m a freak now,” she said. “Freak? No way, I want to know everything about you. I love getting to know you.” There was that word again, I thought. Heather’s face softened into a smile. “You are so awesome, Matt.” I kissed her softly, feeling a tingle as our lips met. “And you kiss awesome too,” she added. I just grinned like a little kid. “How did you end up watching your sister last night? Were they on the porch again?” “Yeah, and I couldn’t get in the front of the house because of the chain. So I watched.” “Did it turn you on?” I laughed. “I’d be lying if I said it didn’t. Thing is, I was already turned on from your house, so it wasn’t much of a stretch.” “So that’s why you were dreaming of Lara last night.” I shrugged. “Yeah.” “I wish I had a sibling. I envy what you and Lara have.” “Really?” “Yes. You are really the first person I’ve ever felt close to. I’ve never shared so many things with anyone like I have with you. And you’ve had that your whole life, with Lara.” “I guess, although we’ve really gotten close mostly over the last couple of years. Before that… before that there wasn’t much of interest to share, I guess.” “True, life was simpler before people of the opposite sex started getting involved.” “Simpler, but much less exciting, too,” I corrected. “Oh yeah?” “For me, anyway.” “Well, just wait. Your life is going to get much more exciting.” “How long do I have to wait?” “Until you go to the drugstore,” she said. “Me?” “Or we… But I know some of the people who work at the drugstore, so maybe you should do it.” “All right.” I felt a twinge of nerves at the thought. “Don’t worry. It’s not a big deal.” “How do you know?” I suddenly asked, eyes narrowing. Heather shrugged. “Bill said.” “Oh, right.” There was a brief silence. “Does it bother you that I’ve had sex already?” she asked. “No. I’ve done it too, as you probably know from Julie screaming it all over the pier that one night.” Heather laughed. “Yeah, that was interesting.” “I’m surprised I haven’t heard from her since.” “I heard…” Heather stopped. “You heard what?” “I heard she was back with Brian. Sorry.” I sighed. “Oh well, I’m sorry too. He seemed like an ass, from what she told me.” “Yeah, he is a prick. You were much better for her.” “That’s a weird thing to say,” I said. “Why? It’s the truth.” “All right. Next you’ll be suggesting I get together with Lara.” “No, for now I want you for myself,” she said, putting an arm around me. “For now?” Heather just smiled. “You’re… unpredictable, you know that?” I said. “I know. And now you’re behind. Sorry! It looks like you’ll be playing catch up again.” She pulled up a fish and pouted apologetically at me. My moment of fishing glory was gone. But to be honest, I could care less about the score.
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