Keep it in the Family

“So, are you guys gonna fuck?” Cindy asked, pointedly.

She sat across the sofa from me, a middle-aged woman with short brown hair, looking fairly typical except for the hand that had been subtly rubbing on her thigh.

In front of us stood Erin. My sister. Her gaze was fixed solidly down at the floor. For the billionth time I wondered how she had gotten herself—and me—into this situation. Some sort of debt, I knew. But this wasn’t how most debts were settled, was it? In the back room of some crazy woman’s house, screwing one’s sister?

She nudged me, making me stand up to walk off the couch. “Isn’t she cute?” Cindy asked.

It was true. Erin was cute—a bit chubby, but in a “curvy” sort of way, with her blonde braids lying over her shoulders, exposed by the blue tank top that she was wearing. But she was my sister. I certainly didn’t feel any sexual attraction to her.

Not that the seemed to bother Cindy. She smiled at me. “Jonathan”, “Why don’t you take your sister’s clothes off?”

Okay I walked slowly up to her. She looked up at me, nodded as I moved behind her, my hands moving up to her shoulders. I hooked my fingers around the band of her tank top, sliding them down over her arms.

There was a slight tingle of excitement as I exposed Erin’s soft, tanned skin, working the fabric down. For a moment, I let a memory enter—me as a teenager, peering curiously through a hole in her door while she changed her shirt, catching a glimpse of her breasts..a little bit of that excitement had returned, as I let her top fall to the ground.

“Turn around, Erin”, cindy commanded. She did so, mutely, spinning in place to face me. We stood an arms length apart, her topless. “Take a good look” Cindy told me.