MIKE AND SUNDAY

"Barry! Let me in there! I have to use the bathroom!" Mike heard his sister scream. His older half-brother sure knew how to take his time when it came to primping himself for a date. Barry and his half-sister Sunday were constantly fighting with one another. Mike had grown mostly immune to the sounds of their bickering, so it didn't surprise him to hear his sister screaming.

Barry and Sunday were both the same age and about to start their third year of college. Mike was about to start his first. Barry was the son of Mike's mother. Sunday was the daughter of his father. Mike had come along a couple of years after his parents married. As far as he could remember, there was never a point where his two siblings had ever gotten along, much to the irritation of his parents. He didn't really know why, there just seemed to be some sort of a deep-seated hatred there. Mike never really liked Barry all that much, but remained on peaceful terms with him most of the time. He and Sunday got along just fine.

"Let me in there, Goddammit!" she shouted, pounding on the door.

The door opened and Barry barged out, pointing a finger in Sunday's face.

"You knew that I had to get ready for my date, why do you have to pick this exact second to have to be in the bathroom? For fuck's sake you're just trying to get in here to make me late. Can't you just give me ten minutes without me having to listen to you bitch at me?" he roared, then retreated back in the bathroom, slamming the door.

Sunday wasn't prepared for such an onslaught of hostility, and remained silent for a moment. She knocked on the door this time and tried begging.

"Please Barry, I'm not trying to make you late, I just need to pee. Give me like two minutes, please."

"I said I have a date and I have to get ready! A date!, you probably don't know what one is, you fucking blimp. Go piss in the bushes like a fucking dog," Barry growled through the door.

That was harsh, even for him. Sunday's hands flew up to her face and she ran off down the hall into her room. Mike didn't think that his sister was a blimp, she may have been a few pounds overweight and a little curvy, but not morbidly obese or anything. Perhaps she had done something earlier on that Mike didn't get a chance to see in order to invoke such anger from his brother. He thought that it was mildly entertaining for the most part, just as long as he wasn't involved in it. He didn't like seeing Sunday cry, though.

Mike himself was sitting in the living room waiting for his own date. Lisa, his girlfriend, was going to drop by and they were going to make plans from there. He was flipping through the channels on the TV, killing time, when Barry came into view.

"How do I look, bro?" he asked.

To Mike, he looked kind of like the villain from a bad movie. Black hair slicked back, black goatee, black dress shirt, black pants, black shoes. He just needed some dark glasses and maybe a time-bomb or a canister of nerve gas.

"Looking pretty sharp. Gettin' laid tonight, huh?" Mike responded.

"Fucking 'A' I am," Barry laughed. "Catch ya later."

"Later," Mike said, watching him leave.

He wondered what it took to build up an ego like that. It would be nice to know so that he would be able to avoid it. He walked down the hall and knocked on Sunday's door.

"Sunday, Barry's gone if have to use the bathroom," he called out.

As he walked back to the living room, he heard his sister open her door and presumably head to the bathroom. She came and sat with him once she was finished, it was apparent that she had been crying. It was unusual that Barry could get to her enough to break her resolve.

"You gonna be OK?" he asked. "I wouldn't pay attention to Barry. He lives in his own little world."

"I'm OK, I just really had to use the bathroom. He's such an asshole, I can't believe that he always has a date," she replied.

"Yeah, can't argue with that. It does make me wonder," Mike said.

"So what are you doing tonight? Wanna watch a movie or something?" she asked.

"Sorry, Sunday, Lisa's gonna be here any second. We're going to figure out something to do," he replied.

Mike could see the disappointment in her face. His brother was right about one thing, he couldn't remember the last time that she was out on a date. It must have been quite a while if she was upset that she couldn't hang out with her own brother on a Friday night.

"Oh, OK," she said, resigning herself to another night alone. Even her parents were out to a party.

"But hey, maybe we could do something together. Lisa and I don't have any plans or anything. Maybe we could go bowling or something," he suggested.

"Really? I figured you would want to be alone with Lisa."

"I'm not a lady's man like Barry, I don't get lucky every time that I leave the house," he teased. Sunday smiled, she knew better. Maybe not every time, but his chances were pretty good.

"I'm glad you're not like Barry. I don't know what I would do if there were two of him," she giggled.

"Oh you'd be fine, you're tough."

There came a knocking on the door and Lisa peaked her head in. It was not unusual for her to let herself in if she knew that she was expected.

"Hello?" she called.

"Hey Lisa, come on in," Mike replied.

Lisa came into the living room and sat beside Mike, giving Sunday a little wave.

"So, what kind of romantic evening do you have planned for me?" she asked, putting her arms around Mike's neck. Sunday shifted uneasily in her seat at the display of affection. For some reason, it bothered her.

"Well, um, Sunday and I were talking and we thought that maybe we could go bowling or something," he said.

"Bowling? Really?" Lisa asked, obviously not keen on the idea. She had something else in mind.

"Yeah, that way all three of us could go," he said.

"That's fine, I guess," Lisa said, glancing at Sunday.

"I don't want to be in the way," Sunday said defensively.

"It's fine, it will be fun with the three of us" Lisa said, barely concealing her disappointment.

"OK, I'll go get ready, I'll only be a few minutes," Sunday replied, getting up and heading to her room.

"Thanks for letting Sunday hang out with us, I think she's kind of feeling down," Mike whispered.

"She's always kind of down, Mike. She wierds me out. I don't think that she likes me much either," Lisa whispered back.

"What do you mean?" Mike asked. He honestly didn't know what she was talking about. He never paid much attention as to how the two interacted.

"She's always moping around and whenever she looks at me I get the feeling that she wants to cut my heart out," Lisa replied.

"Don't be silly, why would she want to do that?" he asked.

"I don't know, maybe she's jealous of me or something," she replied.

"Well, she ought to be, you're beautiful, and sexy, and you're dating the best looking guy in the room," he said with a smile. Lisa seemed satisfied with the answer because she kissed him and began to laugh.

*****

Even though there were only three of them, they broke into two teams. Lisa and Sunday vs. Mike. They gave Mike fifty pins a game, they would bowl two games. The loser had to buy dinner.

"That's not fair. There's two of you, so when I win you get to split the bill. If somehow I lose, I have to get the whole thing," Mike pointed out.

"Sometimes life isn't fair," Sunday replied.

Lisa came bouncing back from the approach after picking up a spare. She gave a high-five to Sunday. Apparently she was able to accept her as a teammate without any problems. Especially when it began to look like they were going to win the bet.

"Where do you want to eat tonight, Sunday? I'm thinking about lobster," Lisa asked. Sunday laughed, Mike gave them the evil-eye.

Mike was doomed right from the start. Though he was confident in his abilities and was fairly certain that the girls were terrible, they somehow got lucky time after time. Their combined score was 576 to his 404 after the second game. The girls had howled with laughter and teased him every time he had an open frame, which was often.

"All this bowling has really made me hungry. I might need two lobsters," Sunday said.

"Yeah, I know I want lobster, but I think I want something else, too. Have to look on the menu, I guess," Lisa agreed.

"You know, we never said who won would get to pick where we eat at. I'm thinking the vending machine. You guys can have Milk Duds and pretzels," Mike said with a frown.

Sunday raised her eyebrows, having remembered things differently.

"I seem to recall that the winner DOES pick where we eat. A certain 'it doesn't matter, you girls are going down' must have been too busy adjusting his smarty-pants to pay attention to what he was betting on," she said.

"She's right, Mike, you really ought to pay more attention," Lisa agreed.

"You guys suck," Mike responded with a groan.

They did end up going to a semi-fancy seafood place, as much as Mike's wallet was groaning in defiance. He was going to be broke until he got paid again in a week. Stocking shelves in a supermarket part time didn't do a lot to pad his pockets. He tried to enjoy the meal, but it was painful watching his sister gobbling down a lobster tail and Lisa eating shrimp like they were potato chips. When the waiter dropped off the check he was relieved to see that he had enough cash to cover it, at least. It would be even more embarrassing to lose the bet and not be able to live up to his end of the deal.

Sunday grabbed the check and looked at the total, then looked at Mike's face.

"I tell you what, little brother, I'm going to let you off the hook. This one's on me," she said.

"Don't do that, Sunday, I lost the bet, I can pay," Mike said.

"Oh, don't be silly, it's too much. Besides, I crashed your date night and had a really fun time. We haven't done anything in a while and I appreciate you letting me tag along. And, you're my favorite little brother," she explained.

Lisa was talking heatedly into her cell phone during this time.

"Why don't we just split it then?" Mike suggested. Sunday agreed and they were able to leave the restaurant with neither one of them left bankrupt.

"I just got off the phone with my Mom," Lisa said with a hint of annoyance. "She wants me go home just as soon as we get back to your house."

"Why is that? You in trouble?" Mike asked.

"A little, I was supposed to help pack for our trip tomorrow. We have to catch our plane at like six in the morning. I just wanted to spend some time with you before I had to go," she said.

Lisa and her family were heading to Australia the next day for a two week vacation. She wanted to go, but she also wanted to get into Mike's pants before she left. By the time she got back from her vacation, there would only be a little while left to spend with him before she had to head off to school. Oh well, it was the price that she had to pay for traveling the globe at the expense of her parents. She may never get another chance to do something like it for the rest of her life. She figured she's have plenty of chances to have sex, and hey, they had boys in Australia, right?

While Mike drove them back to his home, Sunday quizzed Lisa on the details of her trip. Lisa went on and on about all of the sites and festivities that she was going to take in and how much fun she was going to have. By the time he was parking the car, both Mike and his sister were feeling kind of envious. Their idea of a family vacation was to go play putt putt golf on the weekend.

"Well, I'm going to miss you while you're gone. Don't get eaten by a kangaroo or anything," Mike warned, kissing Lisa's cheek as she opened the door to her car.

"I'll try not to. I'll send you pictures, OK?" Lisa gave him a hug and a peck on his cheek before she left.

Mike felt kind of sad that she was going, but it would only be for a couple of weeks. It wasn't like she was going to be gone forever. He did worry a little that she would be getting her brains screwed out of her head by some Australian hunk while she was away, but there was very little that he could do about that. He could only hope that she would be able to control herself. With her sex drive, that was questionable.

*****

Saturday morning came, and like every Saturday morning, it was time to do chores. Their parents expected them to keep the house reasonably clean and in working order. They both worked long hours and their only mutual day off was usually on Sundays.

They were practically working themselves to death to put the kids through college and keep the bills paid. They expected their children to do something to help out. Mike and Sunday had dutifully finished vacuuming and dusting, Barry was no where to be seen. He had a habit of missing cleaning day.

Sunday and Mike were in the kitchen when they felt satisfied with their efforts, she was making them a couple of sandwiches. She set a plate down in front of Mike and sat across from him at the kitchen table.

"Thanks, Sunday. You make a mean sandwich," he said.

"You're welcome. I am a professional sandwich maker, you know. Ever notice that Barry's never around when it's time to clean?" she asked.

"Yeah, he's always all worn out from his dates and can't ever seem to make it back."

"Have you ever actually seen any of his girlfriends? I mean he brags about them all of the time but I don't think I've ever seen him with a woman. Whenever I see him in school he's always with those douche bags that he calls his friends," she said.

"No, I don't think I have. Think he's just making them up?" Mike asked.

"Wouldn't surprise me. He might be gay for all I know, it takes him two hours of primping before he leaves the house," Sunday noted.

"Never thought of that," Mike laughed.

"That's probably why he likes you and is so mean to me," she said.

"How's that?"

"Because you're a cute guy and I'm a fat girl," she replied.

"You're traveling down a road where I don't want to go. First of all, you're not fat and you're far better looking than I could ever be. Second, the thought that my brother is gay and is somehow attracted to me makes my skin crawl. And there's probably some other third thing that I can't think of right now," Mike said, in between bites.

Sunday thought that Mike was being very kind, she knew what she looked like. She didn't hold a candle compared to Lisa. Lisa was slim and athletic. She had perfectly straight blonde hair to the middle of her back and perky tits to compliment her toned ass. Sunday's hair was full of wavy, graduating to gnarly curls and was a shade of dingy brown. She kept it cut short just so she could manage it. Her breasts were large but sagged to her rounded belly when they weren't restrained. She was cut from a totally different cloth.

Mike was chewing on his sandwich while studying his sister, it appeared as though she had fallen into some sort of a trance. He waved his hand in front her face, trying to get her attention.

"You still in there?" he asked.

Sunday snapped out of it, and smiled.

"Sorry, I was thinking. You don't have to say things like that, you know. I know what I look like," she said.

"Oh stop it, you look great."

"Yeah, well, I don't look like Lisa," she pointed out.

"That doesn't make you any less attractive. You're too hard on yourself," Mike said, starting to feel a little awkward about the whole conversation.

Sunday could sense the scene turning awkward, as well. She enjoyed her brother trying to flatter her but thought it would be best if she changed the subject.

"Well, I've got to get ready to go to work here, shortly. You have to work tonight? Want me to bring you something for your break?" she asked. She worked behind the counter at Subway and began and finished her shift before Mike did his at the grocery store. She would sometimes take him a sub on her way home.

"Yeah, I go in at five. If you wanted to bring me a turkey the way that I like it, it would be cool, but you don't have to."

"I'll drop it off on my way through. It's no problem," she said.

"You're the best, Sunday," Mike said, smiling at her.

Sunday blushed. Something about the way that her brother was looking at her wasn't quite brotherly. It wasn't something that she could put her finger on, it wasn't entirely unpleasant but it did make her a bit uneasy. It was happening more and more often lately and she was beginning to realize that she enjoyed Mike's attention. That was part of the reason that his admiring looks made her uneasy. She liked them because they made her feel desirable, but they were coming from someone that had no business desiring her.

*****

Sunday was cleaning up behind the counter, watching the seconds tick by on the clock. It was nearing quitting time and the lack of customers was making the night drag. She had made Mike's sub and was ready to get out of there. With ten minutes to go, in walked Barry and a tall, spindly girl. She had on white makeup in contrast to her all black wardrobe, giving her the look of the recently deceased. Her ears, nose, and lips were covered with piercings. She was struggling to walk without wobbling, obviously under the influence of something. Sunday wrinkled her nose in disgust. So that was the kind of girl that Barry dated.

"Hey sis, you're not eating up all the profit are ya? Make us up a couple of subs, mine with ham. Her's with no ham, she doesn't eat meat," Barry ordered.

"Fine. Missed you today when it was time to clean the house," Sunday said, going to work on Barry's food, ignoring his comments.

"Some of us have lives, I was busy with Maddy here. Have to keep her happy if you know what I mean," he said. Maddy howled with laughter, clearly Barry had just said the funniest thing that she had ever heard.

Sunday frowned as she quickly finished the order and handed her brother the subs. Maddy was now clinging to Barry in order to remain standing.

"You better get her back to her casket before she keels over. That's gonna be $13.67," she said.

"I'm taking her back to bed, that's for sure, but she's not getting any sleep! You got that, right? I'm a little short right now," Barry said, taking his woman and his food toward the door.

"Barry! I'm not paying for you and...and that creature. Get your ass back here!" she shouted. Barry flashed her his middle finger from over his shoulder and kept going. She should have known better. Quickly, she got the shop in order and headed out the door before Barry came back and wanted something else.

Sunday gave Mike a quick ring on his cell to let him know that she was out in the parking lot. Within a couple of minutes, he came running out to her car. He handed her a ten dollar bill as she handed him his food.

"That's too much, Mike," she said. Mike blew her a kiss.

"Keep the change, your service is excellent, my dear. I've got to run!" he said, sprinting back into the store. Sunday giggled to herself as she drove away. Mike must have gotten all of the 'nice' genes out of her two brothers.

*****

It was a little after midnight when Mike came home. He went straight to his room to change, noticing that Sunday's door was open and from the flickering light she must have been watching TV. He threw on some pajama pants and an old shirt before he went to see if she was still up.

"Hey, Sunday," he greeted her.

"Hey. How was work?" she asked. She was laying on her bed, dressed much like he was. She had been waiting for him to come home, wanting to talk about Barry.

"It was fine, normal I guess. How about you?" he asked. Sunday slid over and patted a spot on her bed, inviting Mike in. He hopped in bed beside her, it wasn't all that strange for them to talk on her bed. They had done it for years."Boring for the most part, but I saw Barry," she answered. She went on to tell him about the incident with their brother.

"What an asshole. Is he home?" Mike asked.

"No, he's probably passed out with spider-lady in some cave somewhere," she replied. Mike laughed.

"At least we know he's not gay," he said.

Sunday rolled over onto her side so that she could look Mike in the eyes.

"How come you're so nice and he's so mean?" she asked.

"I'm not all that nice. I have no idea why he acts the way that he does. Maybe he ate paint chips or huffed gasoline or something when he was a kid. You're the nice one, I would have never paid for his shit. If he does it again, you ought to just call the cops," Mike suggested.

"Well, you're nice to me," Sunday said, smiling. Her hand found Mike's and squeezed it tight. Mike smiled back.

"I have a thing for pretty girls."

"You shouldn't say things like that, Mike," she said softly.

"If I didn't think you're pretty, then I wouldn't say it. I mean it," he said.

"Do you want to stay and watch TV with me?"

"Sure."

*****

At some point both Mike and his sister fell asleep in front of her TV. Sunday awoke once to him sleeping beside her. She took time to admire her slumbering brother before sleep once again took her. He wasn't tall like Barry, more average in height. She and Mike shared a lot of similar facial features and the same hair color, but she thought that he wore it much better. She snuggled as close to him as she dared without waking him up and closed her eyes.

Mike woke up the next morning with the sun just starting to shine brightly in through his sister's windows. He was amused to find her head on his chest and her arm around him. He really did think that she was a pretty girl, and it felt good to have the warm softness of her body pressed against him. It would have been nice to kiss her; he wondered if her lips would taste as good as they looked. Probably not proper, but still he had a yearning to do it.

Although it pained him, Mike had to get up and use the bathroom. He didn't really want his mother or father to peek in and see him sleeping in the same bed as his sister, either. The problem was that Sunday had him basically pinned down. He would have to wake her up, but first he adjusted his morning erection that he was sporting so that she wouldn't have that right in front of her face when she opened her eyes.

"Sunday. Sunday, I have to get up," he said, rubbing her shoulder. She blinked her eyes open, slightly embarrassed with the position that she was in. She must have just about crawled on top of him during her sleep. She rolled off of him and rubbed her eyes.

"I'm sorry, Mike, I didn't mean to sleep on you," she apologized.

"It's all right. You're allowed to cuddle with me if you want, I liked it," he said, getting to his feet.

When Mike got up, his erection became immediately became apparent under the soft fabric of his pajama pants. Sunday noted it with wide eyes. It certainly did seem like he liked it. He left the room without saying anything more.

By the time Sunday got down to the kitchen quite a while later, Mike and her parents were seated and having breakfast. Her mother usually fixed them something nice on Sunday mornings when she wasn't too tired. That morning, she had the traditional bacon and eggs. She took a seat and joined them.

"Have either of you seen your brother lately?" asked Beth, her mom.

"I haven't seen him since Friday when he was getting ready to go out," Mike replied.

"I saw him last night. He came in the shop with some half-dead whore and made me make him a couple of subs. Walked out and stuck me with the bill," Sunday replied with a sour grimace.

"Sunday, you shouldn't talk about your brother's girlfriend like that," her father said.

"Well, it's true. Have either one of you seen her? She was a mess. You know, he hasn't helped us clean the house in months, either. He's turning into a complete jerk," Sunday replied.

"I'll have a talk with him about his chores," Beth said. Mike smiled. He had heard that before. Not a lot was going to happen there.

Beth and her husband Al were the first to leave the breakfast table. Somehow she had talked him into going to some rummage sales with her, so they left, leaving Mike and Sunday alone. Mike began washing the dishes while Sunday finished up her breakfast. Before she was able to finish, Barry came strolling in, looking a little worse for wear. He still had on the same clothes that he did when he left the house on Friday. Maybe that was why it took him so long to get ready for a date. He didn't plan on bathing or changing his clothes for days afterward.

"Did you leave me anything, piglet?" he asked, grabbing a plate.

"Yeah, but I shouldn't have, you owe me for last night," she replied.

"Put it on my tab," Barry said, as he began inhaling scrambled eggs.

"I'm surprised that you're still not holed up with that creature you were with. Did she crawl back under her rock and die?" she asked.

"You're just jealous now that you know what a real woman looks like. You wouldn't know how to have a good time if it bit you on the ass. When was the last time you got laid? Oh I'm sorry, that's right, you haven't ever gotten laid. You probably won't either, if you keep eating bacon like that," Barry replied, mean as ever.

Sunday paused in mid-bite, a look of astonishment in her eyes. She set the piece of bacon that she was eating back on her plate and quietly left the table.

"Why do you got to be so mean to her, Barry?" Mike asked from over his shoulder.

"Aw, I'm just pickin' on her. Besides, she knows she ain't never gonna score looking the way that she does. I mean, damn, have a little respect for yourself," Barry replied.

"That's harsh, Barry. You ought to tell her you're sorry, I think you hurt her feelings," Mike said.

"You're the one that's in charge of cheering her up, I just tell the facts, man. Anyway, I just stopped by for a minute. I'm gonna grab some of my shit and go back to Maddy's. Think I'm gonna crash there for a while," Barry stated. He handed his plate to Mike and went to gather some of his things. He was gone before Mike had finished drying the dishes.

Mike felt awful for his sister. It wasn't right that Barry would pick on her so. She usually could deal with his nonsense, and dished out a fair amount of her own. He could tell that what his brother had just said to her really got under her skin. Mike wanted to run into her room and console her, but decided to let her have her space for a while. She was a big girl, after all.

It was early in the afternoon when he made his next Sunday sighting. He was in the living room on the family computer, looking at pictures that Lisa had emailed him. She had taken a bunch right after she got off the plane, must be. Then, there were some other ones after she had a chance to change her clothes. They were mostly of her barely clad in a string bikini on a beach. Sunday peered over his shoulder at the pictures.

"She looks pretty amazing, doesn't she?" she asked.

"That she does. I don't like the thought of her around all those Australian guys. She's a terrible flirt. No telling what she's up to," Mike said with a sigh.

"You don't trust her?"

"I don't have any concrete reasons not to...I shouldn't be thinking that way, anyhow. It's not like we're real serious or anything, she can do what she wants. Probably won't see much of her again after the summer anyway," he replied.

"Yeah, but she's still your girlfriend. You shouldn't have to worry that she could be screwing around," Sunday said.

"What would you do, if you were her, and your boyfriend was half a world away?" Mike asked.

"It would depend on the boyfriend, I guess. If I wasn't totally in love with the guy or anything, sure I would consider a fling," she said. Mike frowned. "If you were my boyfriend, I don't think that I would have even left. I wouldn't want to go without you."

"You're very sweet, Sunday. If you were my girlfriend I wouldn't have anything to worry about. Hey, want to go on a date with me? Go get some ice cream? I'm having such a craving for it," he said, his smile returning.

"Oh, I don't think I need any ice cream," Sunday said, looking down at her body.

"Hey, I'm not Barry, I like what you look like. Don't let him tell you what you can eat for God's sake," Mike said.

"Well I..."

"Come on, every girl likes ice cream," Mike said, doing his best Tony Montana impression from Scarface. Sunday had to laugh, recognizing the line.

"OK."

Twenty minutes later, the two were sitting in a booth at the local ice cream parlor. Sunday had a shake, Mike had a chocolate cone. They didn't say much for a while, just enjoyed their ice cream and watched the people walking by through the windows.

"This is the best date that I've been on in oh...about six months, I guess," Sunday said with a grin.

"Romantic, isn't it? If you don't mind me asking, how come so long?" Mike asked.

"No good reason, really. The last guy I went out with was nice and all, but I don't think that he was all that into me. I wasn't all that into him, either. I suppose I'm just waiting to find someone that I really like for sure if I'm going to put all the effort it takes into dating someone," she said.

"All the effort? What do you mean?"

"Well, you know this just as much as I do. When you date someone you have to pay attention to what they like and what they don't so that you can get along. You have to spend enough time with them so that they don't feel ignored. When you have to go to school and work at the same time, all of a sudden you have to sacrifice time from one thing to give time to another. It's all a big juggling act," she explained.

"I guess that's true. But it's kind of worth it sometimes, though. Don't you think?" Mike asked.

"Oh sure, it can be. If you find the right person."

Mike thought that his sister must have put a lot of thought into that little speech. At least it seemed like she had. Barry hadn't given her enough credit when it came to her dating life, she sounded like she knew what she was doing. There was one thing that Barry had said that was bugging him.

"You don't have to answer this if you don't want to, but is it true what Barry said about you never, uh, never having sex?" he asked. Sunday chuckled, the question didn't bother her.

"Just because I never announced it to the world doesn't mean that it never happened."

"Oh," Mike said, looking down at the table.

"Disappointed? Would you rather have me be a pristine virgin?" she asked, causing Mike's face to redden.

"Well, no. I'm glad that you have...experienced it, I guess. I don't like the thought of anyone touching you, but I guess that's just the protective brother in me. I want you to do what makes you happy," Mike said, struggling to find the right words.

"You really are very sweet, Mike. I know what you mean. How do you think that I feel every time you leave the house with Lisa? It makes me jealous. It's just a reaction, I suppose," she said.

"Lisa said that she thought that you wanted to rip her heart out, like you really didn't like her that much. I thought it was kind of silly, but now I know where she was coming from. I didn't notice," Mike said. He was smiling again. Sunday looked surprised.

"She said that? I didn't think I was that bad. I'll try to control myself. I won't murder your girlfriend, I promise," she replied, having to laugh.

"Is that why you don't like Barry's girlfriend? Are you just jealous?" Mike asked.

"Absolutely not. You didn't see her, Mike. She looked like a vampire-junky or something. She looked like she had just come out of the morgue, and she was so fucked up that Barry had to hold her up just so that she could stand. I don't know what Barry's up to, but that girl is trouble. Seriously. I wouldn't be jealous of any of Barry's girlfriends anyway, if anything I would feel sorry for them," she explained.

"I see. He said that he's going to be staying with her for a while. Do you think that we ought to be worried? Should we try to get Mom and Dad to make him come home?" Mike asked.

"I don't know. Why don't we give him a couple of days, then maybe you could go and see him. You seem to get along with him better than anyone. If you think something terrible is going on then we can go from there. Even though I think he's an asshole, I don't want him to mess his entire life up. There's no way that he'll listen to me," Sunday said.

"I'm amazed at how nice you are, Sunday. If I were you, I wouldn't piss on him if he was on fire. "

"Yeah, well, he's still our brother whether I like it or not," she said.

Mike realized that their ice-cream was long ago consumed and they had been sitting there talking for quite a while. He had lost track of the time.

"Don't you have to work today? I do at five again. We had better get out of here before I make you late," he announced.

*****

That night at work, Mike couldn't help but replaying the conversation that he had with his sister earlier in the day over in his mind. She seemed to have way more of a handle on life than he had ever given her credit for. He was hoping that she would still be up waiting for him when he got home. He was able to stay busy enough stocking shelves that the night went by quickly, and before he knew it, he was pulling into his driveway.

The flickering light from Sunday's TV filtered out into the hall, so Mike stuck his head in his sister's room to let her know that he was home. She was laying on her bed and smiled up at him when she saw his face.

"I saved a spot for you," she said, indicating the empty side of the bed. Mike smiled, noting that she was dressed a little differently that night. Instead of her customary sweat pants or pajama pants, she had gone with only an oversized tee shirt and panties. At least, he assumed that she had panties on, he didn't actually see them. Her legs were short and smooth looking, curving all the way up to the delicious round mounds of her ass.

"I'll be right in," he said, eventually. Mike hurried to his room to change into some night clothes before returning to his sister. He climbed into bed beside her and sighed with content.

"I thought you were just going to stand there and stare at me all night," Sunday said with a giggle.

"I couldn't help but notice that you don't have any pants on," Mike replied.

"Do you want me to cover up? I thought you said that you liked what I look like."

"I do. Don't cover up, it's too hot for that anyway. I don't want you to be uncomfortable," he said.

"How very noble of you to think only of my comfort," Sunday said.

"Well, that's not all I'm thinking of, I already told you I'm not that nice. I don't get to admire your legs up close like this very often. Or ever before, really," he said.

"How much do you love me?" she asked, with a twinkle in her eye. Mike looked into her eyes for a moment, wondering what she was up to.

"A lot. I love you a lot," he stammered.

"Will you rub my feet?" she asked.

"Really?" he asked back, thinking that she may have had something else in mind. It was a totally naughty thought, but he couldn't help it. There was no way that she could know the effect that she was having on him, he was a bit unsettled for what had briefly flashed through his mind.

"It sucks standing behind that counter all night. My feet get sore. You don't have to if you don't want to. Just think how happy I'd be if you did, though," she said.

"Sure, I want you to be happy," Mike replied. He slid around until he was sitting cross-legged on the end of the bed. He took one of his sister's feet into his lap and began to kneed it slowly.

"Is that OK?" he asked. "I don't really know what I'm doing."

"That feels wonderful, Mike."

Mike concentrated on the one foot for a while before switching to the other. He found it amazing that the simple act of rubbing Sunday's feet was turning him on so much. His cock was throbbing and screaming for release after a few short minutes. He felt a little guilty about wanting to jump on top of his sister and screw her brains out, but he couldn't help it. She was incredibly sexy, and she was pretty much teasing the hell out of him. He wasn't sure exactly what he was going to do about it. He thought that he had probably done as much rubbing as he could stand for a while. Mike set his sister's feet off of his lap.

"How was that?" he asked.

"That was nice, thank you," she said, taking note of the huge bulge in his pajamas. "Get you all hot and bothered, did it?"

"Yeah, uh, sorry about that," Mike said, his face flush. It did feel awfully hot in there at the moment.

"You're fine. I guess it just proves that you weren't lying when you said that you liked what I look like," she said. Sunday had an amused smirk on her face indicating that she must have enjoyed toying with her brother.

"I wouldn't lie about that, you're gorgeous."

"Why don't you go take care of that? It must be uncomfortable," she suggested.

Mike didn't say anything, he just got up and walked back to his room. His sister didn't seem to have a problem with giving him an erection. As a matter of fact, it almost seemed like she found it entertaining to some degree. It was kind of weird that she basically told him to go masturbate, but he was going to take her advice. How kinky was that? He wasn't proud that he was extremely turned on, but there was little that he could do. It took less than two minutes for him to rub one out, spurting his load into a handful of tissues. What exactly were they doing? He didn't really know. It was a more than a little twisted and confusing.

Mike walked back to his sister's room and climbed into bed beside her. She was smiling from ear to ear, knowing what he had just done.

"That was quick. Feel better?" she asked.

"Yeah. Listen, you're not going to talk about this with anyone, are you?" he asked.

"No, I wouldn't do that. You're not embarrassed about it, are you? I thought it was cute," she replied.

"You thought it was cute? You didn't think it was weird that your little brother had to go jerk off after rubbing your feet? I mean, I don't think I should have reacted like that, do you?" he asked.

"I'm not complaining," she replied. She rolled over and put her head on his chest and her hand on his belly. "I'm still allowed to cuddle with you, aren't I?" she asked.

"I'm not sure if that's a good idea, Sunday. That's the thing. Why aren't you complaining? Why aren't you freaked out?" he asked.

"You're always so nice and saying the nicest things. I just...I thought you liked me," she said, rolling back off of her brother. Her smiled turned to a frown as her mood instantly changed. "I'm so stupid, I don't know what I'm doing," she sighed.

"Oh, Sunday, you're not stupid, I do like you. I can't like you like that, is all. We're brother and sister."

"I know. We haven't done anything, right? We were just laying here watching TV, talking. Maybe you should go back to your room for the night," Sunday said.

"Yeah. I'm kind of beat. See you in the morning?" Mike asked, rising from the bed. Sunday nodded 'yes' solemnly. Mike paused in her doorway. "I love you, Sunday, you can talk to me about anything, anytime OK?"

"OK, goodnight, Mike," she said. She watched from the corner of her eye as he left and felt her breath hitch in her chest as she heard his door close.

There. I totally freaked Mike out. He thinks I'm some kind of perverted slut. Why was I even acting like that? Stupid, stupid, stupid, Sunday.

*****

It was a few days later and Sunday was late in getting down to the kitchen for breakfast that morning. She had spent much of the night tossing and turning in her bed, wondering what the heck was wrong with her. She didn't feel much like getting up when she opened her eyes and took note of the time, but she figured that she would have to face her brother again sooner or later. She had been doing her best to avoid him. Might as well get it out of the way. Mike was at the kitchen table looking at something on his cell phone with a frown on his face."Good morning," he said.

"Morning. Look Mike, I just want to apologize..." she began.

"Hey, don't worry about it. I mean it, let's not let things get weird between us, OK?"

"OK," she agreed. That was easy.

"I've been trying to get a hold of Barry, but he won't answer his phone. Goes right to voice mail. Mom wants me to find out what he's up to. She wants to talk to him. Got any ideas?" he asked.

"Hmm," she muttered, getting herself a bowl of cereal. "Have you tried any of his friends?" she asked.

"I thought about that, but I don't know any of their last names, or I would look them up in the phone book. I have no idea how to get in touch with them. You go to school with them. I was thinking Casey, Barry's always hanging out with him. He would probably know what's up," Mike replied.

"Casey's last name is Smith," Sunday replied through a mouthful of Frosted Flakes.

Mike frowned again. There were nine pages of Smiths in the phone book, around ten of them had a first name of Casey. Time after time he either got the wrong Casey or no answer. He left messages when he could. Sunday could see that things were going poorly.

"He might still live with his parents, you know."

"That narrows it down to about ten thousand places that I could call. I realize that you and Barry don't exactly hang out with the same crowd of people, but don't you know anyone that might have a clue where Casey lives?"

Sunday wasn't anywhere near as eager to find Barry as her mother and Mike was. It wasn't like he was missing for weeks or anything, and it was kind of pleasant with him being gone. Still, she was a little worried. She didn't like the looks of that girl that he was with when he came into her shop the other day. She began to make calls and leave messages without much luck.

Mike was a little worried, as well. He didn't necessarily miss Barry, either, but it wasn't like his brother to stay away from home for so long without at least giving someone a call. It wasn't quite time to panic yet, but he had promised his mother that he would try and find him. Besides, he didn't have anything better to do than to play private detective for the day.

Sunday had to work an early shift, but she promised to let Mike know if any of her friends called her back with any info. Mike didn't know what his next step should be. Without any leads to go on at the moment, he decided to check his email and see if Lisa had sent him anything. He went to the computer to find that she had indeed sent him an email. A small file without any attachments. He was kind of hoping for a sexy picture, at least. He clicked it open.

"Dear Mike, I'm really sorry. I think we should see other people," it read.

Nice. That didn't take long. A two sentence break up message. Kind of a low blow? Yes. Probably not as bad as her just cheating on him and not telling him about it, though. He decided to send her a response.

"Fine. Have fun."

Mike didn't know if that was the fewest words ever used by two parties to agree to end a relationship or not, but it had to be close. He wasn't all that upset, really. At least that was what he told himself. He didn't think that they were destined to last, anyway. If they had made it to the end of summer he would have been surprised. Sure it hurt, but only a little.

*****

Mike didn't have a lot of time to sit around and feel sorry for himself, his sister called shortly after his email breakup. One of her friends had given her a location for Casey. There was no guarantee that he would have any relevant information, but it was a step in the right direction. He threw on his shoes and jumped in his car.

Twenty minutes later, he was knocking on the front door of a house that best fit the description that his sister had given him. A wrinkled, gray haired woman answered the door.

"Can I help you?" she asked.

"Uh, yes Mam. I was looking for Casey. Does he happen to live here?" Mike asked.

"Casey! Someone to see you!" she bellowed.

Casey appeared at the door within a few moments. He gave Mike a curious look upon seeing him. He knew that he was Barry's younger brother, but he had never hung out with him or anything.

"What's up?" he asked.

"Hi. I, uh, I'm looking for Barry. Have you seen him lately?" Mike asked.

"No, not for a week or two," Casey replied.

"Well, he said he was going to be staying with some chick called Maddy. Have any idea where she's at?" Mike asked.

"Maddy, huh? What a skank. I wouldn't fuck her with your dick. Yeah, I know where she's at."

*****

Mike knocked on his second door of his investigation. This one belonged to a run down apartment in a building that looked as though it should have been condemned years ago. He was a bit out of his comfort zone, this place gave him the creeps. The door cracked open and stopped after a couple of inches. A heavy chain held it back.

"What?" came a female voice from the other side.

"Maddy?" Mike asked.

"Yeah. What do you want?"

"I'm Mike, I'm Barry's brother. I was looking for him. Is he here?" he asked.

"He's out," she replied.

"Is he coming back then?" Mike asked.

"He fucking better. I gave him money for...groceries."

"Do you mind if I wait for him? I really need to talk to him. He won't answer his phone," Mike said.

"Look, I don't know how long he's gonna be. He never told me that he had a brother. How do I know that you're really him?" she asked.

"Fine. Could you just have him call our mother? She's worried about him. Can you do that?" he asked.

"When he gets back I'll make sure that he calls his mommy. Satisfied?" Without waiting for a reply from Mike, she slammed the door in his face.

Mike didn't like that. He didn't like the situation at all. He never got a good look at the chick, but she came across as creepier than hell. And this hole that she lived in? What the heck was Barry doing in a place like this? Mike didn't think that his brother was staying there purely for romantic purposes. He was up to something that couldn't be any good.

After he got back home, Mike called his mother and let her know what he found out. She didn't seem thrilled with the information, but was at least happy that they had some idea as to where Barry was. Next he called Sunday and filled her in.

"Wow. I knew that Barry was stupid, but I just can't picture him getting involved with some junky whore. I've even seen her and I can't believe it. What are you gonna do if he doesn't call?" she asked.

"Don't know. Have to talk with Mom and Dad, I guess. You coming home soon?"

"Done shortly. I have to let you go. I'll see you in a little bit, OK?" Sunday replied.

Mike said 'goodbye' and leaned back on his bed. It had been a shitty day and he wanted to be with his sister. He knew that there was a sexual tension building between them, but to hell with that. They could handle that. She just made him feel better.

*****

Mike and his family, minus Barry, were most of the way through their dinner when the phone rang. Beth ran from the dining room to answer, leaving the rest of them to cast knowing glances amongst themselves. They all knew that she was waiting on a call from Barry. The tension in the dining room built considerably as she was gone for quite a while. When Beth returned, she was smiling.

"Well, that was Barry..." she began.

"About damn time," commented Al.

"He's been staying with that girl Maddy to try and help her get over her drug problems. He doesn't want to leave her alone and thinks that he is really making a difference. He said that he'll probably be able to come home in the next couple of days if things are still looking good," she said.

Sunday looked at her step-mother skeptically.

"How come he hasn't called or anything? Why did Mike have to track him down like he was hiding from us or something?" she asked.

"Oh, he lost his phone charger. Aren't you glad that there's nothing to worry about?" Beth asked.

"I find it a little hard to believe, Mom. I mean, Barry's never done anything to help anyone in his life. Why doesn't he just take her to rehab or something? What if he's taking drugs himself? That would be a pretty good reason to lie to you, don't you think?" Sunday asked.

Beth reacted to the question poorly.

"How could you even suggest something like that about your brother? He wouldn't lie, and he doesn't take drugs! He's trying to help that girl turn her life around. You ought to be ashamed of yourself. You know Barry, he's never done the slightest to you!" Beth all but screamed. Mike had to stick up for his sister.

"Mom, you don't hear the things that he says to Sunday. He treats her like garbage and he's only gotten meaner lately. She doesn't deserve it. Sunday's been worried about him and wanted me to go find him before you even asked me. If I was her, I wouldn't want him to come back," Mike said.

"I can't believe you two, ganging up on your poor brother who's not even here to defend himself! I..." Beth was cut off by her husband.

"Shut it, Beth. Just be quiet for a minute. We know that you're tired and you're worried about Barry. These guys are worried just as much as you are. Tell you the truth, I'm not sure if I buy Barry's story either. Let's give him the benefit of the doubt for the night. One night, mind you. Tomorrow, Mike and I will go over there and see for ourselves what's going on. If it looks like he's telling the truth, then hey, we all live happily ever after. If not, then we'll drag him out of there. You OK with that Mike?" Al asked.

"Sure, Dad," Mike agreed.

Beth stared wide-eyed at her husband. That was the most that she had heard him speak at one time for quite some while. He had never told her to be quiet before. She couldn't remember the last time that they had even had an argument.

"That plan OK with you, Beth?" he asked.

"Yes," she replied icily, standing to clear the table. Al rose to help her.

"Why don't you two go and give us some space?" Al suggested to the kids.

Sunday and Mike didn't have to be asked twice. They weren't used to any type of animosity between their parents. They went outside to the back porch and sat together on the old swing. Mike took Sunday's hand and kissed the back of it softly.

"Deep down, I think that Mom knows that something's up with Barry, she just doesn't want to believe it. Don't be mad at her," he said.

"I'm not. Thank you, Mike."

"For what?" he asked.

"For sticking up for me. And being nice," she said.

They rocked for a while on the swing together, holding hands. The sun was setting over the horizon, turning the sky a violet-pink. Sunday broke the silence.

"What a day, huh?" she asked.

"Yeah," Mike agreed. "Lisa and I broke up."

"How? When?" she asked, turning her head toward him. Mike told her of the email.

"I'm sorry, Mike. Why didn't you tell me earlier?"

"Didn't seem that important. I'm almost relieved, really. Now I don't have to worry about her cheating on me," he replied with a thin smile.

"You shouldn't have to worry about things like that. I wouldn't ever..." she began softly.

"I know," Mike said, kissing her hand again.

Later that night, Sunday lay on her bed hoping that Mike would come in and join her. Even after the internal turmoil that she had gone through before when she thought that she had probably crossed some kind of invisible and perverted line, she wanted her brother to come into her bed. Out of all of the men in the world that she could have been laying there and dreaming about, she wanted her little brother beside her. It was a good thing that Mike had some level of self control, Sunday was beginning to feel herself lacking in that area.

*****

Mike frowned as he set his phone down on the coffee table. It was the fourth time that day that he had gotten Barry's voice mail. He was hoping that he would have found his phone charger by then. He wasn't looking forward to visiting Maddy's little love nest. There was a feeling in the pit of his stomach that told him that he and his father were not going to like what they were going to find there. He jumped slightly as his sister touched his shoulder from behind the couch.

"Oh, Sunday! You scared me," he shouted.

"I didn't mean to. I'm sorry. You're all tensed up. Worried about Barry?" she asked, coming around to sit with him. She kept her hand on his shoulder and began to rub his back.

"Yeah, I can't help it, I guess. I'd like to think that he's smart enough not to do anything stupid like get hooked on drugs, but after I saw his girlfriend, I'm not all that sure. I'm not sure if I can believe that he's there to help get her clean. I hope so, but you know..."

"I know what you mean. He's been more weird than usual lately," she agreed.

"That feels great, by the way," he said, closing his eyes.

"Take your shirt off and lay on your belly. I'll give you a good rub down," she said.

Mike looked at her out of the corner of his eye with a smirk on his face.

"Didn't we just have the talk about how brothers and sisters shouldn't be naughty with each other?" he asked.

"I'm just going to rub your back. I won't rub anything else, I promise. Unless you would rather figure out a way to rub your back yourself?" she giggled.

Mike pulled his shirt off and hung it over the edge of the sofa. Sunday rose so that he could stretch out on the couch and then she straddled him from behind. She began to kneed the tense muscles of his shoulders and back.

"Mmm. You're hired, Sunday," he moaned.

"I don't think that you could afford me, but this one's free," she teased. "Besides, I owe you after you rubbed my feet the other night."

Mike was smart enough to know that it wasn't wise to be in that situation with his sister if he was actually trying to diffuse the sexual tension that had been building between them. He just couldn't turn down the chance to have her hands all over him. He was slightly ashamed that he was giving in, but it felt really good. It was her idea, anyway. He didn't want to disappoint her.

Sunday just couldn't help herself, she was enjoying massaging her brother way too much. She felt the tingling and heat rising between her thighs, and began to grind her crotch slightly back and forth against against his butt. Why did she want him so bad? It just wasn't fair. He was beautiful and underneath her and she just wanted him inside of her in the worst way. Would it really be so bad if no body else knew?

Mike realized that Sunday had ceased rubbing his back and was just dry humping him from behind. He wasn't really sure what he should do about it. It was strangely exciting even though he knew it was wrong. Or maybe because it was wrong? Either way, he did find it exciting.

"Sunday? What are you doing?" he asked.

Sunday's eyes snapped open at the sound of her name and she realized what she had been doing. She really hadn't planned on masturbating herself against her brother.

"Oh my god, Mike! I'm sorry I zoned out for a minute," she said, and began to rub his back again.

"I probably shouldn't say this, but you can keep doing that if you want to," he said.

"Uh, what do you think I was doing?" she whispered.

"I think you were rubbing yourself on me," he replied.

"You're not going to freak out?" she asked.

"No, it's OK."

Sunday resumed her gyrations against her brother, this time consciously trying to please herself. And he knew and said it was OK! She moved slowly at first, then began to pick up her pace. It certainly did feel good, but there was only so much pleasure that she could get just by rubbing herself through her clothing.

"Mike, I uh, uh...can't finish like this. I've got to go," she said. She rolled off of him onto her feet, intending to run to her room to finish the job, so to speak.

"Wait Sunday! Um, can I go with you?"

Sunday froze in her tracks. She was feeling awkward about the situation to begin with, but was amazed at how hot and bothered that Mike was able to make her. His words caused her to just about climax in her shorts.

"You really want to?" she asked, her face turning red.

"I don't care about what I said the other night. You're freaking beautiful and I can't stand it anymore," he said, flipping over and sitting up. He was no longer able to control his lust.

"It's kind of fucked up. We probably ought to be ashamed of ourselves," she said.

"I know. I just can't help it. Can you?" Mike asked.

"My room," she said.

Mike followed his sister down the hall and into her room. She shut the door and locked it behind her. She turned to address her brother, biting her bottom lip.

"If we do...whatever it is that we're going to do, you won't treat me any different? You won't think that I'm some sort of a perverted slut?" she asked.

"I'm just as bad, probably worse than you. I'd never think bad of you, Sunday. I've always thought you were really pretty, but it's like lately you've seriously turned me on. I should be ashamed of it, I know. I can't help it," he tried to explain.

"I think we're both guilty of being really horny lately. Maybe we just need to get it out of our system?" she suggested. "I mean, we're both adults, right?"

"Right. Let's just get it out of our systems and we won't have to kill ourselves wondering what it would be like," he agreed. "I mean wondering whatever it is that we are comfortable with doing is like...er, I don't know what I'm trying to say, I guess."

"Should we just take off our clothes? Would that be all right?" Sunday asked.

"Yeah," Mike replied.

Even with all of the warning bells and whistles going off inside of his head, Mike couldn't stop this from happening. He began to peel off his clothes as his sister did the same. They stood a few feet apart from each other in the middle of Sunday's room and stared at each others' nakedness.

Sunday's face was strawberry red as her brother feasted on the image of her body in front of him. She, herself, was fascinated with his. He was built nothing like the last (and only) man that she had seen naked this close before. Her previous man was roughly the same height, a bit less than six feet, but the guy had no muscle tone and had more hair on his body than Bigfoot. Mike wasn't super ripped or anything, but he looked like he was in pretty good shape. He had a little hair on his chest, but none in his pubic region. She was kind of surprised by this. She didn't think that men actually shaved down there unless they were porn stars or something. He definitely wasn't built like a porn star, though the size of the erection that he was sporting wasn't anything to laugh about, either. It made her rather self conscious about the fact that other than her armpits and legs, she did little in the way of shaving.

"You're shaved," she pointed out.

"That's true. You're not," Mike replied with a grin.

"Do you think that I ought to be? I mean, I know that I'm not sexy like Lisa," she said.

Mike sucked in a breath and studied his sister some more. She certainly wasn't built like Lisa, nor was she built like any of the other girls that he had ever dated, for that matter. Her plump ass and and slight paunch to her belly were something that he was immensely attracted to, but maybe only because they belonged to her? Maybe just because it was his sister's body that he thought that it was so amazing? Hard to say.

"You and Lisa are like apples and oranges. You're every bit as sexy as her, maybe more, just in a different way. I'm not sure how to describe you. Bodacious? Voluptuous? There's other words, I'm sure, but I know that I think that you are amazing, Sunday," Mike said, putting a hand on her shoulder. Sunday smiled.

"I don't know if I believe you or not, but it's sweet of you to say, anyway. You're a good looking man. I probably won't ever get to have a boyfriend that compares with you, Mike. I don't just mean what you look like. You make me feel good," she replied.

Mike moved his hand from her shoulder down to her hip and cupped one of her deliciously soft ass cheeks with his other. She looked into his eyes expectantly as he pulled them closer together.

"There's something about you, especially lately, that makes me want you so bad. I don't think that it's any one thing in particular. You're an amazing girl," he said, beginning to run his fingers up the length of her spine. Sunday moaned softly at his touch. "What are you OK with us doing?"

"Oh God, Mike. You can do anything you want. I'll do anything you want to do," she whispered.

She was on the edge of having an orgasm before they had even entered her room and got naked. Now she was in dire need of action and less of words. She launched her face toward her brother's and they locked lips in a sloppy, tongue-filled kiss. Mike wasn't sure if she was trying to kiss him or eat him. Either way, she surely seemed passionate about it. As their teeth clinked together, it occurred to Mike that perhaps his sister hadn't had a whole lot of kissing experience. He had to do something before he lost a tooth or a piece of his tongue.

"Slow down a little, babe. We've got all day. You're acting like you want to bite my face off," he giggled, pushing her away as gently as possible. Taking her hand, he guided her to the bed. "I'll be right back."

"Where are you going?" Sunday wondered, somewhat disappointed.

"Are you on any birth control?" he asked. She shook her head negatively.

"If you're going to let me do whatever I want, then I am going to have to go grab a rubber. We're not going to want to stop once we get started," Mike replied.

Sunday watched her naked brother unlock her door and leave her room. She was amazed that this was happening, it was hard for her to wrap her mind around the fact that the man that she had fallen in love with actually felt attracted her. It excited her to no end to realize that Mike desired her and all of the wicked thoughts and crazy things that she had dreamed about with him were about to take place.

He was only gone for a moment before he came back and set a couple of condoms on the night stand next to her bed. Crawling in beside her, he began to kiss the side of her neck and let his hands roam over her curves. One of them he let wander down over the coarse tuft of fur covering her sex and stroked her engorged lips with the tips of his fingers. Sunday moaned softly and shuddered. This was driving her crazy.

"Please, Mike. Don't tease me. You got to just put it in," she pleaded.

"OK," he agreed.

He didn't think that he could wait much longer, either. Tearing open the wrapper, he rolled the condom out and onto his eagerly awaiting erection. He rolled over and positioned himself so that his cock was at the entrance of the object of his desire; his sister's pussy. Sunday's arousal made sliding in an easy task. They both let out a satisfied sigh at the same time.

"Is that all right?" he asked, wanting to make sure that she was comfortable.

"That feels good," she replied. It was actually better than good, it felt fucking fantastic to Sunday. Mike's penis was larger than her previous lover's, but not so big that it hurt or anything. It was kind of like it was made to be there, filling her vagina. In a way, it kind of was, she thought with a smile. She had only a brief moment to entertain silly thoughts, however, as Mike began to thrust himself in and out of her. Her line of thinking changed to that of total passion.

Mike had never made love to a woman that had quite as much pubic hair as his sister. All of the girls that he had ever been with had either been tightly trimmed or shaved clean all together. He hadn't ever given the subject much thought before, really, though there was something his sister's hairy snatch that was turning him on. Every time that he was fully inside of her the feel of her hair against his skin reminded him of how different this was. Different, but not unpleasant. Everything about her was amazing. The way her tits and the soft layer of flesh around her belly jiggled when he slammed into her was surprisingly erotic.

"You feel wonderful, Sunday. You're so damn sexy," he muttered. He was clearly focusing on things other than speech.

Sunday had been occupied with thoughts and feelings of her own. Mainly, it was with the fact that her entire body felt as though it was beginning to explode. She whimpered and wiggled as the slow burn began between her legs and coursed upwards through her torso and to her head. Mike could sense what was happening and increased his pace, trying to bring his sister maximum pleasure. He wasn't going to be lasting much longer, either.

"Oh, oh, oh, god!" she cried, clawing and pulling at the bedsheets.

Watching his sister climax and then go basically limp underneath him was enough to push Mike over the edge. He filled the receptacle tip of his condom in a series of explosive bursts, hissing with the effort. Sitting back on his haunches, he looked over Sunday. Her eyes were closed and she had a deep smile on her face. Her pussy was open and dripping with her thick and aromatic juices. She was a fantastic image of everything that he considered to be erotic. He gave her a quick kiss on the navel.

"I have to get rid of this. Be right back," he said, heading toward the bathroom to dispose of the rubber and wipe himself off. Without wasting much time, he hurried back to get into bed with Sunday, kissing her solidly on the lips.

"I can't believe we just did that," she said.

"I know. Are you OK?" he asked.

"Better than OK. That was the best orgasm that I ever had. What about us? Are we going to be OK, do you think?" Sunday asked. Mike rolled over on his side and kissed his sister softly on the neck.

"That was awesome, Sunday. Better than I imagined, really. I really hope that you're not going to hate me for what we just did. I think we'll be fine, just have to wait and see, I guess," he said.

Sunday sighed with his kiss and ran her hand through her brother's hair. His touch was intoxicating, she had never experienced anything that came close to what they had just done.

"When I told you that I wasn't a virgin at the ice cream place, that was the truth. I have had sex before. Twice before. With the same guy, and it wasn't anything like what we just did. He didn't kiss me like you, he wasn't as big as you, and I didn't love him. I love you, Mike."

Mike didn't want to blindly agree to being in love just to please Sunday. He knew that he was, though. Beyond his incredible lust, he realized that he was in love with her. He wanted to be with her every moment that he was not, wanted to make her smile every time that she would frown. It had just taken him a while to understand what it was that he had been feeling for nearly as long as he could remember.

"I love you, too, Sunday. I think I always have," he said.

"Oh, Mike" she replied, wrapping her arms around him. She realized that they were in it deep now. They had no plan, and if her brother felt anywhere near the same way that she did, they had no way of controlling themselves. They would have to just figure it out as they went along somehow.

*****

"Well Mike, I don't suppose that you've heard anything from Barry today?" Al asked over the dinner table. Beth appeared to be in her own little world, unnaturally happy for some reason. Mike and Sunday were quiet and fidgety. Beside the fact that they had spent a good portion of the day having incestuous relations, the whole thing with Barry was setting them on edge. He hoped to hell that there was really nothing to it. He still had a bad feeling, however.

"No, still doesn't answer his phone. Guess he never found his charger," Mike replied.

"Alright. Feel like going for a ride?" Al asked. Mike set his utensils down and looked at his father.

"Not really, but we probably ought to, huh?" he asked back.

The two finished up their meal and set out to find Barry. Mike drove while his father sat in silence in the passenger seat. It was the first thing that they had done together in quite some time.

"I wish that I had more time to spend with you guys. I feel like sometimes I don't really know you anymore," Al said once they were well underway.

"Aw Dad, we know how hard you and Mom work. It's not like you're trying to avoid us or anything. It's not like we're little kids anymore," Mike replied.

"You guys definitely aren't little anymore. You make me feel old," Al chuckled.

"Well, you are getting pretty old," Mike said with a smirk.

"You're not supposed to agree with me, punk," his father said.

"This is it," Mike said, pulling up in front of Maddy's apartment. He parked and they walked to the front of the apartment.

"Nice place," Al commented as they passed several bags of garbage lying on the steps. It was certainly a dump.

Mike knocked on the door and waited. They waited some more, then he pounded on the door again. This time, there was some faint rustling inside, then the sound of Maddy's voice.

"What is it? He called his mommy like you wanted him to," she said through the door. She must have been looking at them through the peephole.

"I want to talk to him, I'm his father," Al said.

"He's sleeping," Maddy replied.

"Well wake him up. It's important," Al insisted.

"I've been trying to get him up all afternoon, he's just gonna have to sleep it off. Listen, I'll have him call you when he gets up," she said.

Al turned to Mike with a bewildered look on his face. He couldn't really believe what he was hearing, something was definitely wrong. He motioned for Mike to move out from in front of the door.

"Let me in there kid, I need to see Barry right now!" Al shouted.

"Get fucking lost!" Maddy shouted back.

"Better stand back, then," Al advised. With an audible grunt he slammed his shoulder into the door, causing it to rattle in it's frame. Mike looked on in shock, he wasn't prepared for this.

"What the fuck!" Maddy shouted.

Al hit the door again, but it refused to give way. Mike finally got the hint and joined his father on the third attempt, knocking the thing off its hinges and back into the apartment.

"Where is he?" Al asked the stunned girl.

She pointed weakly off in the direction of a bedroom. He and Mike stomped off and into the room that Maddy had indicated. Barry was laying on the bed, motionless. Al reached down and began to shake him by the shoulder. No reaction.

"Barry?" he asked. He placed a hand on the boy's neck.

"Jesus Christ! He's ice cold. Mike call an ambulance!" he ordered. Mike dialed 911 on his cell and held a terse conversation with the operator. He shook like a leaf as he watched his father try and revive what looked to be his dead step-brother.

*****

As it turned out, Al and Mike's rescue attempt was at least a half a day too late. Barry was dead well before they had arrived at the apartment that evening. Heroine overdose. His strung-out girl was too far out of it herself to even consider the fact that he was dead. According to her, she thought that he was just passed out. It was nothing out of the ordinary for her to see.

Needless to say, Mike's family was devastated. Extended family and friends came and went before and after the funeral. They stumbled through the days accepting condolences and wondering how something like this could have happened. It was weeks later and the summer was winding down before they began to fall into any type of pattern that they could consider to be normal. Even then it was apparent that the house was living under a tremendous strain. Beth rarely spoke, seemingly turned into some sort of zombie. Al wasn't much better, but at least made an effort to communicate with his kids. Sunday and Mike remained close but hadn't been physically intimate since the one and only time they spent with each other on the day that Barry was found dead. The two were on the porch swing out back, keeping each other company one night after dinner.

"I think that Mom hates me," Sunday said, resting her head on her brother's shoulder.

"She doesn't hate you, Sunday. I think that it's just because you were right about Barry and she didn't see it. She'll get over it," he said, stroking her hair.

"She at least talks to you a little bit. I asked her how she was doing when she came home from work today and she just looked at me with this mean look on her face. She didn't say anything, just looked at me. It's creepy, Mike. I don't like it."

"I'll try to love you more to make up for it. We're just going to have to give her some time. I don't know what else we can do, I don't think that we'd accomplish anything by confronting her about it. Not right now, at least," he said.

"I'm glad that I have you, Mike. Do you think that sometime we could do, you know, what we did before?" she asked.

"I want to, babe. We'll probably have a better chance at having some time by ourselves these days. We still got a couple of weeks before school starts. Mom and Dad are back to work. Maybe tomorrow?"

"Do you promise? I need you to make me feel good again," she whispered. Mike desperately wanted to make his sister feel good.

"There's not anything that I'd rather do," he said, kissing the top of her head.

*****

The two managed to get some sleep that night despite the anticipation of their tentatively scheduled 'play-date'. Mike blinked his eyes open and looked at his alarm clock to see that it was relatively early. He passed his sister's room to see that she was still in bed. A quick sweep of the house and check of the driveway confirmed the fact that his parents had left for work. With lack of any real plan of action, Mike brushed his teeth and climbed into bed beside the sleeping Sunday. It would be a shame to waste the day.

His sister was laying face down, mostly covered by her sheet and night shirt. Her neck was exposed, however, so he began there. Mike kissed and nibbled his sister to consciousness, smiling as she began to giggle.

"We finally have the day together alone. The house is ours," he told her.

"That's good. I see that you're not wasting any time. That tickles, by the way," Sunday responded.

"I've been waiting too long to sit around and think about it any more."

"Me too," she said, rolling over onto her back.

Mike was laying beside her, looking superb to her still sleepy eyes. It was a wonderful feeling to awake to be the subject of his attention. He was pawing slightly that the hem of her oversized night shirt with one hand while his other roamed her fleshy curves underneath it. When she took the hint and pulled it off, Mike immediately began to suckle one of her breasts. It was going to be a good morning, indeed.

"I've been taking birth control, just to let you know. It would be nice to feel you inside of me without that plastic between us," she said, rubbing the back of her brother's head. Mike quit suckling long enough to respond.

"I think it will be nice for both of us," Mike said. He began to kiss his way down to her naval, then a little lower. He hooked his fingers into the waistband of her panties and pulled them down over her legs. He continued to kiss his way down and his face was soon brushing against her pubic hair.

"Mike, what are you doing?" Sunday asked.

"I'm going to lick you," he replied.

"Are you sure that you want to? I mean I haven't showered or anything and...oh!"

Mike's tongue slid across his sister's clitoris as he gently held her lips apart. As much as he enjoyed the look of Sunday's pubes, they did make the act of eating her slightly less pleasant that what it could have been. A few prickles on his cheeks didn't dampen his enthusiasm, however. Sunday didn't say anything further to try and change his mind, either. She decided to lay back and enjoy it. Other than two or three hasty licks that she had received from her last boyfriend, she hadn't the chance to enjoy such treatment. It did feel pretty amazing, though she thought that having a penis inside her probably brought a bit more pleasure. When Mike finally had tasted enough of her pussy to satisfy him and pulled away, she was definitely ready to receive his cock.

Mike removed his pajama pants, he was already shirtless. Sunday smiled at the sight of his smooth hardness and spread his legs in anticipation as he approached. He slid inside of her in one easy stroke, sighing as her warmth enveloped his cock. He leaned down to kiss her neck.

"That feels so good," he whispered.

"That's the way it should," she agreed.

He began to thrust into her slowly, pulling all of the way out before pushing his way back in. After a few moments of this he shifted the position of his sister's legs so that her ankles were resting on her shoulders. He was adjusting his own position when Sunday spoke.

"Do it hard, Mike. Slam it into me," she mewed.

That was exactly what he was thinking. He lined himself up at her entrance and began to fuck in a steady rhythm. After a bit he was able to pick up some speed without losing control. He hugged her legs against his body and went even faster. In between the sounds of his pelvis slapping off the meat of Sunday's ass, he could hear her whimpering in pleasure.

"Oh god, Mike!"

Mike kept it up for as long as he could. He wanted it to last longer, but there was only so much screwing in high gear that he could take. Wiping the sweat from his forehead with his free hand as his orgasm approached, Mike began to grunt involuntarily.

His cock erupted and his pace began to slow. When he had nothing left, Mike released his hold on his sister's legs and leaned down to rest his head on her chest, kissing softly between her breasts.

When Sunday looked down into her exhausted brother's eyes, there wasn't a doubt in her mind that he was the man that she wanted to spend the rest of her life with. It most probably wouldn't be an easy thing to accomplish, but she was going to try and make it happen. She loved him too much not to try. They were young, maybe too young for them to be choosing life partners, but what was she to do? Just deny the fact that she was totally in love with Mike? Not going to happen.

"I needed that so much," she whispered. Mike smiled and wiped more sweat from his forehead with the back of his hand.

"You're not the only one. Sex is supposed to feel good, I know, but what we just did was amazing. Why do things have to be so complicated? I know we said that we were just going to do it to get it out of our systems, but what if I never get it out of my system? What if I don't want to ever stop?" he asked.

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