DAVID
The sunlight insisted on stabbing my eyelids, in its perpetual routine of starting up the human mind for a new day. I moaned, as if to beg for another five minutes, but it was futile. You do not negotiate with a natural force.
I finally caved in and turned on my back. A good stretch and rolling out of bed immediately always did the trick of waking me up.
I was unpleasantly reminded that the beds in this house were just a bit too short for my full height, but I ignored the fact that my feet were dangling in the air; the stretch felt too good. My muscles quivered in the process and I could see how the sleep fog was pulling back into the recesses of my mind.
I raised my head to check the wall clock; almost eight in the morning.
“Oh, great,” I thought, noticing the bulge in my pants. Taking care of morning wood was as good of a thing to start my day as any. I couldn’t just parade it in front of my father and his new girlfriend.
A hot and cold shower did the trick, besides waking me up in the most brutal way imagined by man. After drying my skin, I flexed my injured arm a couple of times, pleased to see it was recovering nicely since I had gotten rid of the cast.
I smiled, content with the way things had concluded for my little patient, despite my shortcomings. The boy had been permanently placed with a nice foster family and his pig of a father had been sent to jail. “Excellent,” I couldn't help but say out loud. Then I remembered that my room was next to Eva’s and the walls were very thin. I didn’t want to wake her up so I left in search for the rest of our party.
Our parent’s bedroom door was open, but they were nowhere to be found. “Early birds,” I thought, going into the kitchen.
I rummaged through the cupboards for some coffee and found the sort that Eva’s Mum had brought. I pursed my lips, wondering why would anyone pack their own coffee for just one weekend trip.
Soon, the answer was revealed to me. It first started with the amazing smell that made my mouth water. I couldn’t pour myself a cup fast enough.
The first sip was cathartic. I suspected I actually moaned from the pleasure.
It must’ve been the third sip when I finally opened my eyes and saw the handwritten note on the kitchen counter. I recognized my father’s writing and smiled. “Em has already got to him,” I thought, chuckling at the picture of him actually writing something down for someone else to read. That sounded like a good influence to me.
“We’re in town. If you need us to buy something, call. We’ll be back by noon.”
I thought for a second, but couldn’t find anything I was missing. Yet. There was something I didn’t seem able to remember.
Maybe some laps of the small lake in front of the cabin would help. Swimming always helped me think; a few minutes to myself, working out both the body and the mind turned out to be all I needed.
I wasn’t in the water for more than five minutes when it occurred to me that we didn’t have enough gauze here. I needed some supplies to tend to Eva’s injury.
Suddenly worried that I might be too late, I hurried back into the cabin. In the kitchen, aside from the lingering arabic aroma that compelled me to pour myself another cup of coffee, there was no trace of my phone.
“I must’ve left it in my room,” I thought and started up the wooden stairs.
Indeed, the phone was on my nightstand. I reached for it and unlocked the screen, when I thought I heard Eva talk. The time was 8:36, still a bit early for her to be up, according to her mum.
She said something again; maybe she was talking on the phone.
I walked to her door and knocked gently. Why not be polite and offer her some coffee, since she was awake?
There was no answer. I knocked again, louder. This time, I heard some shuffling and Eva mumbling, but no one came to the door. I frowned, starting to think that something wasn’t right.
“Eva?” I called for her. Still no answer, so I pushed the door open.
I stopped in my tracks, feeling the blood dividing in two teams; one rushed to my face and lit my cheeks on fire with embarrassment, and the other went straight to my cock.
Eva was still asleep, by all means. Half naked, wearing only underpants and a loose white t-shirt, she was splayed over the sheets with her legs spread wide. The first thing I saw was the clear outline of her pussy through her baby pink panties.
“They’re tiny,” I couldn’t help but think, then gave myself a mental slap on the face for thinking it.
I swallowed hard and turned to leave. Somehow, I doubted that a cold shower would do for this boner.
She moaned something and I hurried out the door afraid she saw me, but realized she was talking in her sleep. I paused and listened, despite the feeling that I was violating her privacy.
“I’m sorry,” I made out of her mumble. “Please, don’t.”
If I had any hope to hear something juicy a minute ago, all traces of that were now gone. She sounded like she didn’t enjoy what she was dreaming about. And then, she whimpered, like a scared animal.
Without giving it much thought, I slammed the door with a loud noise, in a clumsy attempt to wake her up. She jumped straight to a sitting position. I needed to interrupt that dream of hers, for some reason. I didn’t like how she seemed to feel in it.
Her wide eyes were trained on mine; I needed to swallow hard again. In the split second before realizing I needed to hide my boner, I lost all sense of decency and just took in that picture of her.
First, her eyes were wet and scared, making me want to take her into my arms and promise her everything will be alright; then, her lips, plumped up from sleeping, were parted in surprise, the urge to kiss them right then and there hard to fight off.
She finally realized her legs were completely naked and pulled the t-shirt over her knees. I took a deep breath and stepped backwards.
“I’m sorry,” I mumbled awkwardly, before leaving her room. She didn't reply; she must’ve been petrified.
I slammed the bathroom door behind me and leaned over the sink. I was still holding the stupid cup of coffee. I dropped it into the sink and grabbed the marble edges tightly for support.
“Come on,” I encouraged my body to stop behaving like a Neanderthal. “Come on!”
I tried picturing the worst things I could possibly imagine, but her naked thighs kept popping up in my mind. Then, her lips, which were doing things I wasn’t even sure Eva could do in reality; and then, there was her pussy, the memory of which had been permanently branded into my mind.
”For fuck’s sake, you fucking idiot!” I cursed myself. “What the Hell is wrong with you?”
As I scolded myself some more, the hard on began to fade away. My horniness was replaced with anger, then with gratitude. I couldn’t imagine masturbating to the image of my step sister, no matter how hot I apparently found her.
The prospect of doing it tore me between feeling like bashing my head against the bathroom mirror for thinking it or giving into its forbidden pleasure.
“What she doesn’t know, doesn’t hurt her,” a stray thought sprang into my mind. I pushed it aside, choosing to nip any weird feelings in the bud. The recipe for a disastrous family getaway was right there, within my reach. I refused to get sucked into it.