"Sex stories" What to Do with Darla C1

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Sex stories What to Do with Darla C1
"Where do you think you're going?"

"I'm going to Mark's party. How do I look?" Darla asked. She had been hoping that she could sneak out of the house without her brother noticing, but no dice. It was getting late and she just didn't have time to wait for him to fall asleep. Jay was awake on the couch watching some stupid comedy show.

"You look like a cheap whore," Jay said, turning to get a look at his sister.

Darla grabbed her coat from the rack with a grunt. "Why are you always such an asshole?"

"Can't help it. Mom doesn't like that guy, and neither do I."

"Well Mom isn't here and you'd never like anyone I do, anyway. Why do you even care?" Darla asked. She was lacing up her boots, trying to get out of there before she had to listen to any more of her brother's crap.

"Personally, I don't care what you do, but when you come back in the morning all hungover and pregnant, Mom's gonna be pissed," Jay told her, turning back to the television.

"Why do you gotta be such a freakin' jerk all the time? I'll be back before she gets home from work," Darla said, reaching for the door.

"Told ya, can't help it. I'll let them know to save you a cot at the homeless shelter, 'cause I'm pretty sure that your ass is gonna get kicked to the street."

Darla paused. "Are you sayin' that you're gonna tell on me? I'm nineteen, I'm not a little kid. I know what Mom said, but if I'm old enough to vote, I can go see my boyfriend."

"I'm not gonna tell on you. You're gonna fuck up your stupid plan, you do every time you make one. Then you're gonna come home late, start a fight with Mom, then get kicked out of the house. Probably end up dead in the gutter. That's just the way it is. It's how the herd gets thinned out," Jay told her from over his shoulder.

"You're such an asshole," Darla reiterated. She opened the front door and slammed it hard on the way out.

*****

It was closing in on ten o'clock and Jay had his hand on the handle of the car door when his phone rang. A minute later and he would have ignored it since he would have been on the road. He almost did anyway when he didn't recognize the number.

"Hello?"

"Jay, come get me."

"Darla? I'm on my way to work, I can't," he said climbing into his car. It was a crappy job in a crappy store but hey, money was money. Wherever Darla was, she'd gotten her ass there somehow, she ought to be able to get it back home.

"I'm not fucking around, Jay. Come get me. Please."

"Why? What happened?" he asked. Darla sounded a bit frantic, but Jay wasn't ready to give in without a good reason.

"Just come get me!" she shrieked into her end of the line.

Jay had to pull the phone away from his head momentarily while Darla threatened to detonate his eardrum. She was obviously in trouble, or thought she was in trouble anyway. When the shrieking subsided, he brought the phone back to his ear.

"Jesus Christ, calm down. Where are you?" he asked.

"The Gateway Motel. I'll be in the parking lot."

"The Gateway Motel? What the fu...whatever. I'll be there in ten minutes," Jay told her.

"Hurry," she said.

"Right."

When Jay had made the prediction the previous night that his sister was going to end up doing something stupid, he figured that she'd just be late getting back home. There were only a couple of reasons to end up at the Gateway Motel, a flea-bag establishment frequented by junkies and prostitutes. Jay tried not to think about why his sister was there as he drove across town.

Darla was standing near the office, hugging herself against the cold. Jay pulled into an empty space, allowing her to climb into the passenger's side. She looked as though she might have an interesting story to tell though she was silent as her brother looked her over.

"Where's your coat?" he asked.

"I don't know."

"I tried calling you this morning. Where's your phone?"

"I don't know, okay?"

Jay frowned, deciding not to really lay into Darla for the moment. She was already shivering and whimpering. "Here," he said. He wriggled out of his own jacket and gave it to his sister and turned the heat up as high as it would go. Despite what the dashboard controls said, it wasn't very high. "Takes a long time to heat up."

Darla used the jacket as a blanket rather than taking the time to put it on. She turned her head to stare out the window so that she wouldn't have to look at her brother. There was a tear trickling down out of the corner of her eye.

"Do we need to go to the hospital or call the police or what?" Jay asked. He didn't have to read minds to tell that his sister had just experienced something terrible. He was done teasing her until he figured out what the hell was going on.

"No. Just go home," Darla said to the window.

"Are you sure? If something happened...we don't have to tell Mom. Are you okay?"

"I just want to go home."

Jay nodded and started driving. He didn't really know what more he could say or what questions that he should ask. Screaming 'I told you so' didn't seem all that appropriate at the moment. Darla broke the silence a couple of minutes out.

"What did Mom say when she came home?"

"Nothing. I told her you left this morning with Lisa. Tried calling you to let you know, but got your voicemail. Ignore the message I left if you ever find your phone," Jay replied. He had left the foul message before he realized that his sister had been traumatized by some thing or another. What it contained wasn't all that important, he just wanted to let her know that he was covering for her sorry ass and that she owed him big. He wanted to make sure that their stories were straight.

"Oh? What'd you tell her I was doin'?" Darla asked.

"That's as far as I went. I try and keep it simple when I lie to Mom. Besides, how often do I pay attention to what you're doing anyway?"

"Yeah. Thanks."

"Yeah. She's probably asleep, but you better brush your teeth and take a shower or something before you talk to her. You reek like old vodka," Jay said.

Parking the his car beside his mother's in the driveway, Jay turned to look at his sister again. "Are you sure you're okay?"

"Yeah. I'm stupid. I just did something really stupid," Darla said. She pulled her brother's jacket off of her and unlatched the safety belt.

"I can live with you bein' stupid, but if you're hurt or something else, you know...we've got to take care of it."

"I'll be fine. I promise," she told him.

"I don't know, Darla. This is weird, even for you. You're freaking me out. Were you attacked or what?"

"No," Darla told him, with a long pause. "I got really wasted and cheated on Mark. I feel rotten, and I feel stupid."

"Fine. Have your key at least? The house is locked. The last thing you're gonna wanna do right now is wake Mom up by pounding on the door. I've got to get to work. I'm already late."

"I've got it. Thanks. Bye."

*****

Jay spent the rest of the day working the cash register at the Stop and Go convenient store, after a vigorous ass-chewing from his manager for being late, of course. If Darla truly turned out to be alright, then he would think of an appropriate payback for her at a later date. Until then, he was going to play nice. He had to work through his first break, but on his second, Jay accomplished what he thought to be a minor miracle. He had called Darla's phone and a woman answered it. Turned out that she had left her phone and her coat in the bar she was at and no one had walked away with them. On his way home, Jay was able to pick them up.

To be on the safe side, he left the evidence in his car so that he wouldn't have to come up with something to tell his mother if he came walking into the house with his sister's coat. It was hard to tell when the woman would be asleep or not due to her work schedule, and he thought it best not to take any chances. As it was, he ran into her coming out of the bathroom when he was on his way to hit the kitchen.

"Jay. You're home early."

"Not really. You just getting up?" Jay asked.

"Yeah. What time is it? I must have slept all day. The damn graveyard shift is gonna be the death of me..." his mother began.

Jay had heard the same speech before. Makes you feel tired all the time, throws off your internal clock, makes it easy to forget what day it is, and so on. Apparently, working those hours also made a person forget how many times that they complained about the exact same thing to the same person. Jay had to cut her a break because she was his Mom and she worked hard.

"Don't know how you do it, Ma," he said.

"I guess when you've been a zombie for as long as I have, you get used to it. You best make damn sure you get that bachelor's or you'll end up old and miserable like me. Speaking of that, have you seen your sister?" she asked.

"Uh no, I just got here," Jay said. He moved a short ways down the hall and pushed Darla's door open a bit with his foot. The latch was broken and had been for as long as he could remember. Jay had always been able to gain access whenever he wanted, much to his sister's chagrin over the years. She was in her bed, apparently asleep. Jay went back to his mom. "Looks like she's passed out in there."

"Hmmph. Wonder what she and that Lisa were doing all day."

"Well, you know how girls are. They were probably smoking marijuana cigarettes and listening to that rock and roll music," Jay said, nonchalantly moving toward the kitchen.

His mother chuckled, following him. "How old do you think I am? Anyway, I don't expect either one of you to be angels, but you'd let me know if she was smoking weed, right? And don't let her go out with that Mark character. I don't like the way he looks and he's way too old for her."

"God, Ma, I'm not her babysitter. She's almost as old as I am and even if I told her what to do I don't think she'd listen to me," Jay said. He grabbed a soda from the fridge and cracked it open.

"Maybe not, but she might. I worry about her, she's..."

"Dumber than hell?"

"Don't say that Jay, it's not nice. Maybe you pick on her a little too much, you know? If your father was still alive, he'd spank your ass, doesn't matter how old you are."

"I probably deserve it, but she bugs me, you know?" Jay asked.

"That's what sisters do, Jay. Just do me a favor and try and be nice and look out for her a little, huh?" Phylis, Jay's mother, asked.

"Sure."

Jay found it odd that his mother was lecturing him about being nice while she'd been known to scream at Darla loud enough to make the windows rattle. The more he thought about it, the more that he wondered why Darla bothered sticking around. No place better to go, he supposed.

Not much later than that, Darla began to stir and made an appearance. She didn't seem to be in all that bad of shape to Jay, which was a good sign. Phylis didn't feel the need to grill her with questions, for which the girl was silently grateful. They made it through dinner together and managed to keep things in a low key until Phylis left for work.

"Here, I've got a present for you," Jay said, tossing his sister's coat and phone onto her bed. She was back in her room laying on her covers, staring at the ceiling.

"Oh my god. Where did you get those?" Darla asked. She sat up and looked almost happy for a moment. She should have been, considering that she thought that her phone and coat were probably lost on the wind.

"In the bar where you were pounding white Russians last night. You didn't tell me that Mark's party was at The Green Onion," Jay said.

"It wasn't."

"Well?"

"Oh, thanks," she said.

"Heh, I want more than an 'oh thanks'. Don't you think you could at least let me in on what happened considering I was late for work, tracked down your stuff, and lied my ass off to Mom for you?"

"I don't want to, Jay. Can't you just forget about it?" Darla asked.

"No! I can't forget about it without knowing what happened. You were fucked up this morning, I thought you'd been raped and robbed or god only knows what else. I'm worried about you. I want to help you, but I can't if you won't tell me anything," Jay said, exasperated.

"Fine! Fine. I wasn't raped or robbed. I'm ashamed, okay? I was everything you always think I am. A stupid whore. You happy with that?" she asked.

"Uh, not really. I don't actually think you're a stupid whore. At least I didn't. What did you do?"

Darla sighed. She knew that Jay wasn't going to let it go. She also knew that what she was about to tell him was going to be fuel for his disgusting comments for probably the rest of her life. It was best to get it over with, try and keep it short, and hope that he would drop it if he had any kindness in his heart at all.

"I went to Mark's. There was a bunch of people there that I didn't know. Mark was being kind of a dick and these two guys were getting ready to go. One of them asked me if I wanted to go with them to the bar, so I did. I was getting pretty hammered at the bar, having a good time, you know? I liked the guys, they said they were only in town for a couple of days and were leaving in the morning. They had gone to school with Mark or something. One of them asked me if I wanted to go back to their room with them and I said yes. I remember that. I guess I forgot my coat at the bar. Anyway, I woke up in the morning and they were gone."

"Huh. So you had sex with them then? I mean willingly?" Jay asked.

"Oh, I was willing enough. Gave them the night of their lives, 'prolly," Darla replied, flopping back down on the bed and closing her eyes.

"You know, it's still illegal. They can't just get you hammered and use you like a sex toy. You're not old enough. The bar ought to get shut down for serving you," Jay said.

"I got hammered because of myself, Jay. I fucked those two guys because I wanted to. I liked it. There's no way I'm gonna call the cops on anyone, okay?"

"How do you know you liked it? You couldn't even remember how you got there this morning."

"I remember enough to know I liked it, okay? I remember...what it felt like. I don't really want to talk about it anymore," Darla said.

Sounded like his sister really was a whore. He'd been right all those times that he called her one. "Then why were you crying this morning if you liked it? You looked pretty fucking miserable to me."

"Because there's no way I can ever see Mark again. I had to call you for a ride. I knew that you'd find out. I couldn't remember what I did with my coat and I thought they stole my phone. And..."

"And what?" Jay asked.

"When I woke up this morning my underwear was laying there on the floor next to all the condom wrappers. I went to pick them up and there was a five dollar bill inside. One of 'em wrote 'you were almost worth it' on it with a marker. It made me feel dirty," she said.

That was what made her feel dirty? One of the guys left her a note? It wasn't the actual drunken threesome she just had? At least it sounded like they wore protection. Before Jay could think of anything else to say, he saw the tears coming again.

"Oh, come on Darla. Don't start crying again. I can't stand that. I'm not going to judge you. I mean, I wish you wouldn't get trashed and end up in the sleeziest motel in the state. Something really bad could have happened to you. You could have been arrested or worse, you know? If you're gonna do something like that, do it somewhere a little safer. Maybe be a little more sober. With a couple of dudes that aren't gonna make you wanna cry when you get up the next day," Jay told her.

He never thought that he'd be having this conversation, never dreamed that he'd have to try and come up with a way to give his sister advice for a safe way to have threesomes. He didn't have any actual experience in such matters, but what the hell? He was winging it.

"You're not mad at me?" Darla asked. She still had her eyes closed and was having a little trouble digesting her dinner. She'd been ravenous when she woke up from her day-long nap, but now she wasn't sure if everything was going to stay down or not.

"Of course I am. You made me worry about you all day. The sex thing is what it is. I just want you to be careful. I sure as hell don't like it, but I guess I can sort of understand it. I mean, if two women wanted to have sex with me, I wouldn't have a problem with that. I'd be pretty happy with just one, for that matter. Anyway...I've only got one sister and I don't want to come identify you at the morgue. And, if you're gonna puke, make sure you make it to the bathroom. I'm not gonna help clean it up." That was all the awkward lecturing Jay could stand for the moment. He turned to leave.

"Jay...I'm sorry. Thanks," Darla said, with a hand going to her forehead.

"Alright. Just get some rest, take it easy."

That was the end of their conversation for the night. As Jay lay in his bed, he had to wonder to himself why he handled the situation the way that he had. He should have been upset and disgusted, but he was relieved instead. Darla hadn't been hurt, unless he counted the braincells that she killed with alcohol poisoning. She really didn't need to be killing any more of those he reasoned, but at least she wasn't all strung out on heroine or something.

Although Jay had often picked on his sister about whatever she planned to do with the boyfriend that she had at the time or the size of her breasts as she grew older, he never put any serious thought about her actually having sex. Now, that was all he was thinking about. She was sexy as hell, as far as little sisters went, and now that he found out that she really was a little slut, he'd have to wonder about what she was doing every time that she left the house.

Even after he fell asleep, Darla didn't leave Jay's head. He experienced a sequence of dreams that he definitely wouldn't be able to tell anyone about.

*****

"You know, for someone who thinks they're so smart, you sure watch some stupid crap on TV. What is it?"

Jay hadn't noticed his sister come into the room, he was laying on the couch half asleep. "Oh come on, it's Flash Gordan. An American classic," he said.

Darla watched for a second. It looked like there was a swarm of monkey-guys with wings flying around firing laser guns at a space ship while laughing and screaming 'die'. She could just about see the fishing line holding the monkey-men up. "I don't know. Looks pretty dumb. How can you stand it?"

Jay sat up. "Just because it's dumb doesn't mean that I don't like it. I like you, for example."

Raising an eyebrow, Darla folded her arms across her chest, taking an aggressive stance. "You know, you were so nice yesterday, are you just going to go right back to being a jerk? I thought I could finally talk to you without being put down every two seconds."

Old habits were hard to break, Jay guessed. He had made a promise to his mother that he was going to try and be a bit more nice, not to mention that he had begun to realize that he actually cared about her. Constantly hurting his sister's feelings was a poor way to show it.

"You're right. I'm a jerk. I don't mean it, I swear," he said, patting the cushion he was sitting beside. "What do you wanna talk about?"

Darla relaxed and accepted the invitation to go and sit beside her brother. She normally tried to spend the least amount of time around him as possible. It wasn't that she didn't like him, she did, but not all the time. With little contact there was less chance of animus. "I don't know. What do you want to talk about?"

Not really wanting to talk about anything, Jay felt like smacking his head against the wall. She's the one that came in and interrupted his snoozing. "Well, my guess is that you've got something on your mind or you wouldn't have come in here to bug me...err sit here with me. So, let's talk about that."

"Um, well, uh, I wanted to talk about Mark. Is that okay?"

"Mark? I think you ought to forget about that skeezy douche-bag," Jay said.

"You really don't like him, huh?" Darla asked.

"No, I don't. He's a loser, Darla. Besides, I thought you said you were done with him. You're not thinking about crawling back, are you?" he asked.

"I just want someone to like me," Darla said, her shoulders slumping. "When we were alone he was real nice, but around his friends, he wasn't so nice. Know what I mean? You're like the opposite of that. I know we don't hang out a lot or anything, but you've had friends over and stuck up for me when they were being pigs. You like to pick on me all the time, but at least you don't do it in front of people and make me look bad."

"Well, I guess. If you're gonna make a comment about someone's ass, you can't do it in front of their brother. Just common courtesy," Jay said. "Anyway, you must realize why he was nice to you when you guys were alone, right? I mean you're young and hot, old Mark only had one goal in mind."

"Well, yeah, I know. I liked having sex with him, I think he liked it, too. Why wouldn't he like me all the time? We never really fought or anything."

"I imagine that he did like it, who wouldn't? He didn't like you all the time 'cause he's a scumbag. I don't know what all went on between you two, but he's not the kind of guy that's gonna fall in love with you and get married, have honor and respect and all that. He's just gonna sleaze his way along through life like a lecherous slug until he dies of an overdose or some poor girl's angry brother kills him."

Darla folded her hands on her lap and grimaced. "I'm not very good at finding anyone like that. I want to get married one day. Do you think anyone will ever love me?"

To Jay, she sounded a little bit like she did when she had called for a ride the previous morning. Pleading, heartbroken. "Oh my god, Darla! Of course they will. Don't sell yourself short, you're amazing. I know it doesn't count, but I love you. I may not act like it every second, but I do."

Darla felt something inside of her at that point. It was a little wave that started in her chest and radiated warmth from the inside out. She opened her mouth to speak, but couldn't for a second. Instead, she leaned into Jay and put her arms around him while she found her voice.

"It counts. You never said that before. I love you, too."

Besides maybe a little pushing and shoving here and there, Jay and Darla rarely touched one another. Hugging was something foreign. Rather awkwardly, Jay draped an arm around his sister's back. She was delightfully soft and her hair smelled like strawberries. It was a bit disturbing to him as to how easily Darla's behavior was influenced by a few words, but he sort of wished that he had told her earlier.

"You smell nice, by the way" he said, in the absence of anything else coming to mind.

"You smell like Doritos," Darla said with a slight giggle. There were worse things that he could smell like. "I'm going to bed. See you tomorrow."

They broke their hug and wished each other a goodnight. Jay watched his sister disappearing down the hall, wondering if there was anything else that he was going to be dreaming about that night. Something was happening to him now that he was beginning to see her more a woman than an annoying sibling. It was starting to hit him hard what a stunningly sexual creature that Darla was and what a deviant human being he was for thinking about her that way.

How could anyone not find her entrancing when she poured out her feelings, just begging for someone to actually listen to her? How could anyone not see that she was just a beautiful girl with a big heart that just wanted to be shown a little respect? Why would anyone just use her and let her go when she could be a someone's dream come true? Sure, Darla wasn't a genius, but neither was Jay, he'd be the first one to admit it. Even he could see that Darla was something special.

*****

"Your break's almost over. How come you haven't been going out?" Darla asked. She'd just gotten in from her shopping trip with her friend Lisa and it looked like her brother was in the same spot that he was in when she left.

"Haven't felt like it. Besides, I told Mom that I'd keep an eye on you for her," Jay said.

Darla shook her head. "You didn't do a very good job, I've been gone for like four hours."

"It's not like you packed a bag and looked like you were gonna skip town. You told me you were going to the mall. I didn't figure you were lying to me," Jay said.

"I know Mom's been talking to you about me. You can't tell me what to do, you know?"

"I didn't," Jay said. He set his book down and looked at his sister standing in the middle of the room. She was carrying a couple of shopping bags and a drink from a kiosk in the mall. It sure looked like she'd been shopping, just as she said she had, though she was acting strange. "Something wrong? Wanna fight about it?"

"No...I just thought you'd be mad 'cause I was gone so long," Darla said.

"You're weird. You weren't gone that long. It's still kinda early. I promise next time you come creeping in after midnight I'll slap the hell out of you. Is that what you want?" Jay asked.

"No. You don't understand," Darla said. She kicked her shoes off. "You said you worry about me and care about me, but you didn't call or anything."

"You're damn right I don't understand. Are you saying that you wanted me to check up on you? Since when have I done that?" Jay had always suspected that his sister had been dropped on her head a few times, now the crazy was really coming to the surface.

"I thought you'd start," Darla said.

Not being one to ever know how a woman's mind worked, Jay was really struggling to get a handle on what was going on. Maybe this is why Mark let her go. Jay could tell that there was a problem, and that he seemed to be a part of it. Uncertain past that, he chose his words carefully.

"Of course I love you, Darla. Part of that is trusting you, and I trusted that you were going to the mall and coming back home. I didn't see any reason to call and bother you. I can see you're upset, but I can't read your mind. Is there something else going on here that you'd like to tell me?"

"Maybe. I'm gonna put my stuff away."

Jay exhaled. He wasn't sure if he should be angry or frightened. Darla had always been prone to mood swings, but he wasn't usually the focus of them. Mostly, it was their mother that received the brunt of the attacks and he just listened from the sidelines. He supposed that with a proper examination that the right kind of doctor would be able to explain to him what the heck the deal was with the girl, but there wasn't a doctor handy at the moment.

As Jay sat in his customary spot on the couch, watching the minutes tick by on the clock, it occurred to him that his sister might not be coming back out of her room to speak with him. In the past, he wouldn't have given it a second thought, but now he felt obligated to investigate. He walked down the hall and rapped lightly on Darla's door.

"Darla? Are you okay? Can I come in?"

"Just a sec...yeah, okay."

Darla was sitting on the edge of her bed. She'd changed from the outfit that she wore to the mall to an old shirt and shorts. Her hair was down from the strange, braided knot-thing that it was always in. Though she looked much the same as she normally did before bed, Jay couldn't help but notice how cute that was this time. It was hard to believe that this sweet-looking girl sitting there enjoyed booze and multiple sex partners.

"What's going on, huh?" he asked.

"You think I'm stupid. No one takes me seriously," she told him. "I know I'm whining and I know I'm acting like a bitch but I can't help it."

"You seem pretty touchy right now, so I don't really know what to tell ya. I know I've called you a lot of mean things, but honest, I don't mean it. I want you to be able to talk to me if you have a problem, I don't like seeing you all upset. I know that I probably think a lot of things are silly that you don't, but you've got to cut me some slack. I'm your brother, I've got to be able to pick on you a little bit," he said.

Darla seemed to be okay with that and launched into a lengthy diatribe about her day, including the mall journey and all that ensued during such journey. Much of it reinforced Jay's assumption that a lot of things that Darla thought were important he found to be nonsense.

It all started when she was at work. Darla worked part-time as a waitress in a local restaurant that was currently looking for a night manager. She decided that she wanted to put her name in for the position. The manager on duty basically laughed at her and told her that she couldn't handle it and wasn't qualified. Darla argued on her own behalf. She'd worked there for over a year, people ordered food, it was cooked and served, money was collected, and the cycle continued. The manager said that there was more to it than that and that maybe she should take a couple of business classes or something. Darla said that she would, and the manager had the balls (in this case the manager was a woman, so perhaps audacity would have been a better word) to laugh at her again. Clearly, the woman didn't think that Darla had the intention or motivation to ever better herself.

Old buddy Mark kept calling her through the course of the day, wanting her to come over and 'talk things over'. He was willing to overlook how disrespectful she had been the night of his party. Darla wanted nothing to do with that, pointing out that she was tired of being used and put down. Mark told her that was all that she was good for and blah, blah.

Meanwhile, at the mall, Lisa wanted her to hook her up with one of their mutual friends that was hot and single, Darla didn't want anything to do with that either. They ended up arguing about what to look for in a guy with Lisa eventually telling Darla that she was being ridiculous for wanting to have an actual real relationship because Darla wouldn't be able to keep a man for long because she was such a slut. Darla didn't think that she was a slut just because she liked to have sex. Then they realized that they might both be sluts because they were in the sexy underwear store. What did that mean? They didn't know.

"And I don't want to be something just because that's what everybody thinks I am, you know? Am I a slut? What do you think?" Darla asked.

By this time, Jay was leaning heavily on the door frame, wondering if it was ever going to end. "Well, I think that if you don't want to wait tables for the rest of your life, then taking a few classes would be a good idea. It doesn't matter what your manager thinks, just because she's probably wasted her life doesn't mean that you will. You know what I think about Mark, he's a douche-nozzle. Glad you blew him off, I'm proud of you. If you want to try and find a serious guy, that's great in my opinion. And if you get in a serious relationship and don't like it, you can always go back and play the crowd. Just don't get trapped with having a couple of kids right away or you'll end up having to listen to Mom bitch everyday for the rest of your life. She does enough of that already."

"I know, right?" Darla smiled a little bit, feeling better that she finally got someone to agree with what she was saying.

"But why did you seem so mad at me when you got home?" Jay asked.

"I'm not mad, I guess. I just...I'd been thinking about you and I got worried that maybe you didn't mean what you said the other night. It just seemed like everyone I talked to was telling me I was wrong about everything and I don't know. I was kinda hoping you'd call me or something and tell me everything was gonna be all right. I get these ideas in my head and I just kinda fixate on them sometimes. I was stupid, I know," she said.

"Darla, you're not stupid. Maybe a little crazy, I don't know. I won't hold it against you, but do me a favor and wait to start yelling at me until I've done something wrong. Like I said, I can't read your mind. Knowing me, it doesn't take too long in between times that I do something to piss you off, so it's not like you'll have to sit around and wait to yell at me."

"Okay. So you still love me?" she asked.

"Yes. Do I have to say it all the time now?" Jay wondered.

"Yes, because I like it," Darla said.

"Fine. I love you. Feel better? Mind if I go finish my book?"

"I love you, too. Go read your story."

Jay went back into the living room to finish up his reading. Interacting with his sister was starting to feel like a second job seeing as how it was cutting into the time he spent lounging around. It wasn't something that he was terribly comfortable with, but he knew Darla needed someone to talk to. Someone that wasn't a brainless bimbo like Lisa or an asshole like Mark or the merciless punisher that their mother could be. He didn't mind filling the role, someone had to help his sister keep her feet rooted in reality. He didn't like that no one really listened to her and that apparently she absolutely craved someone to love her. She seemed happy enough even if it was him.

It wasn't long after he reopened his book that Darla was standing by the couch. "Hey, I realized that you never finished answering my question."

"Oh? Um, which one?" he asked.

"The one about what you thought," she said. When Jay seemed to still be confused, she elaborated. "You know, do you think I'm a slut?"

"What? Come on. You were pretty open with me about how much you like sex."

"Well, I like that we can talk about it. But you still didn't answer me," Darla said.

Jay sighed, now she was just trying to fuck with him. "Fine. I don't know if you're really a slut or not, but you act like one sometimes. I don't think it makes you a bad person because you like to screw. I do too, but I just don't do it as often as you."

"Well, why don't you?" she asked.

"Why don't I have sex as often as you? Because I don't have a vagina and it's not that easy when you're not a hot woman," Jay said.

"I guess that's true, but it doesn't help that you lay there and read or watch space monkeys shoot each other," Darla pointed out. "I could maybe hook you up with someone," she added.

It was a tempting offer, but Jay thought that it would be more trouble than what it was worth. "Look, I'm just not in any hurry. If the mood struck me, I'd work on it, I promise. Fact is, classes start back up in a little while and I'll be surrounded with eligible women. I'm on vacation right now and I don't feel like putting the effort in. I haven't given up, I promise. If I find myself forgetting what sex is like I can just ask you to remind me. I'm sure you've got a lot of stories you could tell."

"So it doesn't bother you when I talk about guys doing things to me?" Darla asked, grinning her wicked little grin.

Jay set his book down and rubbed his eyes. "That's not what I meant. Now you're just teasing me. What did I do to deserve this?"

"Nothing, but you pick on me all the time and I finally found a way to pick on you. It's fun, but I just wanted to come out and watch TV. I'll let you read," she said, flopping down on the couch beside her brother and reaching for the remote.

"You're a goof ball," Jay said, picking his book back up.

"Let me know if you want to hear a naughty story."

*****

"I wanna go out," Darla said.

"Okay. You need a ride or something?" Jay asked. He was sitting in the living room, reading again. He looked up to see Darla standing there staring at him.

"Well, I don't know. I was kinda thinking maybe you'd want to do somethin'," she said.

"You want to do something with me? Are you asking me out on a date?" Jay wondered, cocking his head to the side. The only time that they ever hung out was at home, which was quite often lately. They hadn't ever done anything but talk, so Darla acting like she might want to be seen outside of the house with him was something different.

"A date, no..." Darla had her hands behind her back and was twirling her toes on the carpet like an innocent schoolgirl. Jay was fairly certain that she wasn't putting on an act. It was doubtful that his sister knew any innocent schoolgirls or how they behaved, so she probably wasn't trying to imitate one. "I just thought maybe we could go see a movie or um, there's other things. I don't want to stay stuck here another night, and it'd be good for you to get out of the house."

"I've been going to work every day," Jay pointed out.

"I mean for fun," Darla said.

"I don't know. Sounds a lot like a date, but I guess it can't be if it's you and I, huh? Sure I'm your first choice?" Jay asked.

Darla could have been out doing whatever she wanted with whomever she wanted. She'd been making an effort not to partake in the nightlife that she'd been part of with the drinking and smoking, among other things. The problem was that she was starting to feel a little cabin fever and all of her friends would be well on their way to some form of inebriation by that time of evening. That left Jay, who would probably rather light himself on fire rather than have a good time. Unlike her brother, Darla wasn't content to sit around reading the dictionary and watching reruns.

"Yeah, I mean, I don't want to go party or anything. I mean, I do but I don't. I thought I'd give it a break, you know? I'm bored," Darla said.

Jay thought he knew what his sister was trying to say, and though he had no desire to leave the house at that time of night, he didn't have any desire to tell Darla to get lost, either. Seeing a late movie meant getting home late and waking up early for work. He'd much rather do that than have Darla go out by herself and end up doing god knows what. He looked over at the clock.

"Well, I better get dressed, then. Are you ready to go?"

"Really?" Darla asked. She didn't know if it was possible to get Jay off the couch or not. "I mean, yeah. Just go throw some jeans on. We don't have to get all dressed up to go sit in the dark, right?"

Jay smiled. "You know, if more girls had your attitude, I'd try harder to get one."

Darla smiled, as well. "I'm easy."

Yes, yes, we've been through that, Jay thought. Instead of standing around making fun of his sister's choice of words, he went to change his clothes. They got to the theater with a few minutes to spare before the late shows started.

To Jay's surprise, Darla wanted to see a science fiction thriller with a lot of alien gore. She did a lot of grimacing and hiding her eyes, but overall seemed to enjoy it. Jay liked it, too, even though his sister had the annoying habit of whispering into his ear about what she thought after each scene. She couldn't help it, he supposed, and there was something terribly cute about the way she leaned into him, grabbing his shoulder and covering her mouth with her other hand as if she was telling him something top secret. When the credits began to roll and lights came on, the two filed out with the rest of the modest crowd.

"That wasn't too bad, was it?" Darla asked, walking close enough to her brother to almost be touching.

Glancing at the time on his phone, Jay realized that he'd probably still be awake if they'd stayed home though it was getting near his bedtime. Darla's face was bright, as was her smile. If it had been a date, Jay thought that it had been going pretty well so far.

"It was pretty good. I never pictured you being into the scary stuff," Jay said.

"Oh, I like everything. You've got to work early, huh? Want to head home?"

"Yeah. There's probably not a lot of places open besides the bars, anyway. If you were my date, I'd probably be trying to get as much liquor into you as possible. In this case, I don't think it'll do me any good." They got into Jay's car and hit the road.

Darla blew on her hands to fight the cold as the defroster belched out a stream of frigid air. "You think that's the best way to get a girl in bed is to get 'em wasted?"

"It's a time tested method," Jay said with a shrug.

"I guess. It works when you're just nice to them, too, you know? If you, you know, respect them, and talk to them, then it could happen, too. And then it would be more meaningful if they really felt safe and happy with you," Darla told him.

"Sounds like a lot of work," Jay said. It also sounded like that was exactly what Darla was looking for.

"I don't think it'd be a lot of work if two people really like each other. It shouldn't be super easy, either. I mean, you at least have to try a little bit to let the other person know you're interested," she said.

"You've been thinking a lot about this, haven't you? Good. You might end up with a decent guy, yet."

"You think so?" she asked.

"Sure I do. You're sweet and gorgeous, there won't be any end to the candidates. Just stick to your guns and you'll find a good one before you know it. There's no reason to settle for someone that's not what you want. Life's short but it's long enough to where you shouldn't just bounce from idiot to idiot. It's long enough for you to find someone that you deserve," Jay said.

"That's so nice, Jay. I guess you don't need me to tell you how to get a girl, huh?" Darla asked. She was finding it sad that her brother was the only guy that she'd ever come across that seemed to actually care about her and how she felt. It was hard to believe that he wasn't married off to someone already. She had to imagine that guys like that didn't stay on the market very long.

"Well, it doesn't hurt to hear a real live one's side of things once in a while. Sorry about the heat. I know I keep saying I'll get it fixed. You won't want to go anywhere with me if you end up getting frostbite," Jay said.

"That's okay," Darla replied, wishing she had a pair of gloves and an electric blanket. "So you want to go out again sometime?"

"Sure."

*****

Darla and her brother were on the way to the grocery store. Their mother usually did the shopping but this time had written out a list and delegated the responsibility to Jay since she had to go into work early. To Phylis's surprise, Darla volunteered to go with him.

"We should get some beer," Darla said.

"Heh. You mean like come home with twenty cases of beer and a box of crackers. Hey Ma, got the groceries."

"No, just some for us."

"You're not old enough to drink and you're goofy enough without being full of beer," Jay said.

"Oh come on. I've been good. I haven't drank in like two weeks," Darla said.

"Good? Depends on your definition of the word. I don't want to be responsible for fueling your vices," Jay explained. Getting his little sister drunk just seemed like a bad idea.

"What? I'm not saying I want to throw a big bash or get completely annihilated or anything. Neither one of us has to work tomorrow, I thought we could have a couple of drinks and hang out. You know, with my brother that loves me," Darla said.

"Yes, yes, I love you, but it kind of loses its meaning if you try and use it to your advantage. My love mainly focuses on your well being, not if you have a good time on a Friday night."

"You're no fun. You wonder why you don't get laid," Darla said.

They arrived at the super market and Jay cut the engine. "So you're saying that if I bought you some beer that I'd get laid? Explain to me how that would work."

"Well, uh...oh, I don't know. Karma, maybe. Let's just go get this over with. We can get sardines and prune juice if that's your idea of fun," Darla said, climbing out of the car.

The shopping took them probably twice as long as it would have their mother, but she had the advantage of being familiar with the store. Darla and Jay were not. They wandered around like rats in a maze, slowly ticking items off the list and adding them to the cart. By the time the bags were loaded into the trunk, Jay was almost ready to admit that he was ready for a drink. Darla, to her credit, had dropped the subject once they entered the store without any further argument. The idea, however poor, had been growing on him.

They pulled out of the parking lot, heading in the wrong direction to go home. Darla noticed. "Where are we going now? Didn't we get everything Mom wanted?"

"Yeah we did, but I thought we could hit the liquor store," Jay said.

"Really?"

"Yeah, really. We're just gonna stay in and have a couple of beers, right? A beer actually sounds pretty good right now."

"See, there's hope for you yet," Darla said. "I was starting to think that you didn't even know how to have fun."

"Yeah, well, you better behave yourself or I'll probably end up tying you up or something," Jay told her.

"Sounds like fun already."
Though Darla seemed a bit disappointed that Jay emerged from the store carrying only a twelve-pack, her mood had been pretty even that week. Her boss at work had been bugging her only minimally and Mark had ceased contact. Phylis had kept her nose out of her business while her brother had been far nicer to her than she could ever remember. He'd even called her a couple of times, just to see how she was doing. It was like she had a new best friend or something, only better because he lived right down the hall. He was a whole new Jay that listened to her (even when she could tell he didn't want to) and didn't call her rotten names. He didn't always agree with what she said, but at least she could talk with him.

The groceries were put away when the two returned home and Jay handed his sister one of the beers, noting the smile on her face. "Does drinking really make you that happy?" he asked.

"Maybe," she said, twisting the cap off from her bottle. "More like it's just cool that we can hang out, I guess. It's nice to get along with you. I sorta felt like the whole world was against me there for a while. Nice to know that it isn't. Let's have a toast. To Jay, the brother who's not the jerk I thought he was," she said holding her bottle up in the air.

Jay chuckled and clinked his bottle against hers. "To me, yay, I'm not a jerk."

The night didn't go much differently than it usually did, at first anyway. They played games, made snacks, talked a lot. When the beer was mostly gone, Jay and Darla were at the kitchen table, playing cards and listening to the old radio on the counter. It had been there for as long as he could remember. Jay could recall playing in the kitchen with his sister when they were little and their mother having it on while she cooked or washed dishes.

"Ooh, I like this song, come dance with me," Darla said, standing from the table and extending her hand.

"Dance? Really?"

"Come on, you used to dance with me all the time," Darla said.

"Yeah, but I was like seven years old. I didn't know any better. Oh well," he said. He laid his cards down and joined his sister in the middle of the kitchen.

Neither one of the two had what could be classified as graceful moves, but it was fun for the couple of minutes that it lasted. Jay thought that they'd finish their game when the song ended, but Darla wanted to keep dancing. The next song was a slow one, so she closed in on her brother and held onto him rather tight.

"I feel like I'm back in middle school," Jay said, as they swayed back and forth.

"Oh, you had a date for the big dance, did ya?" Darla asked.

"Yeah. Her boobs weren't as big as yours, though," he said.

"Hehe, you like them?"

Jay realized that he probably shouldn't have brought up one of Darla's favorite subjects, in this case something that distantly involved sex, without being willing to answer uncomfortable questions. "Well, I was just thinking that if we were at the dance that one of the chaperons would probably try and separate us because they're rubbing on me. But they're very nice, yes."

"Thank you. I don't see any chaperons around," Darla said.

"I don't either. They'd probably take our beer away, too."

"Nasty old chaperons," Darla said. She leaned her head on Jay's shoulder. "Thank you for dancing with me. No one ever wants to. They think it's silly or something."

"It is silly," Jay said.

"Then why are you doing it?"

"Because you want to. I don't mind doing something that makes you happy," Jay told her. "I'd rather be here dancing with you than sitting alone watching television, wondering what you're up to. I'm glad that you wanted to hang out."

"You're only alone because you wanna be. I wanna be with you."

They danced for the rest of the song in silence, leaving Jay to wonder what exactly his sister meant. She'd always acted somewhat juvenile with her emotions running from one end of the chart to the other. For now, she seemed content, so he decided not to inquire further or to read to much into it. They finished the song, then finished their game. Deciding they had enough of music and cards, they moved into the living room to see if they could find something decent to watch on television.

"Our last beer," Darla announced, coming back in from the kitchen and handing it to Jay. "Find anything?" she asked.

Jay had settled on an old episode of the X-Files. Darla thought that was better than the ridiculous crap that he usually watched, so she didn't put up much of a protest. They watched the show for almost five minutes before Darla started talking again.

"Do you think she's pretty?" she asked, referring to Agent Scully.

"Sure," Jay replied, taking a big gulp of his beer. He'd played this game with his sister before. She'd keep asking him questions about every woman that came on the screen until he surrendered the remote and Darla took control of what they watched.

"Do you like redheads, then?"

"Eh, not in particular," he replied.

"How about her?" she asked, this time referring to some woman that was a bug scientist specializing in cockroaches.

"She's pretty hot, I guess."

"Do you like her better than the other one?" Darla asked.

"Maybe, I don't know. How about you for once? What do you think of Agent Molder there? You want to jump his bones or what?" Jay asked.

"Oh yeah. I'd let him do all kinds of things to me. He's handsome and he's got a suit," Darla replied.

"The suit really seals the deal, does it?"

"Sure. Makes him seem...dashing. You got a suit?" she asked.

Jay coughed up some of his beer. He grabbed a tissue and wiped his face while Darla laughed at him. "You get some sort of kinky thrill out of asking me things like that, don't you?"

"Maybe," she said, quite pleased with herself. "I'm just sayin', you know you'd look pretty good in a suit."

"Sorry, no suit."

"That's a shame," Darla said.

She waited until there was a commercial, where she found some more inspiration. It was one of those that pictured an extremely attractive woman holding up a telephone receiver, just waiting for you to call her for only $2.99 a minute. The Neighbor Hot Line, it was called, suggested that the woman could be living right around the corner.

"Do you think if you called that number that the girl that picked up the phone would look like that?" Darla asked.

Jay shook his head. "The odds would be pretty slim, I would guess."

"But hey, you never know. She said that she might live in our neighborhood. You could meet her," Darla suggested.

"Oh man, we've lived in this neighborhood our whole lives and I've never seen her around, have you? I think I'd remember that chick if we ever ran into each other. I don't think she'd actually tell me where she lived even if I did talk to her, anyway."

"Well, maybe not, but you could still have phone sex," Darla said.

"I'm not going to call her, I wouldn't actually be talking to her, and believe me, she doesn't live down the street. You know what? That would probably be a good gig for you. You'd be great at it, you've got a dirty mind and a filthy mouth," Jay said.

"Oh, thank you. Would you call me? You know what I look like, and you know where I live," Darla pointed out.

Jay was close to giving up, like he always did, but he decided to keep going. He wasn't anywhere near intoxicated, but the alcohol certainly helped him take Darla's little game a bit further than he normally did.

"That's all true, and you are the type of girl that guys picture in their heads when they call numbers like that, but I still wouldn't call you. For one thing, I wouldn't pay $2.99 a minute to talk with anyone, I couldn't afford it. And why would I have to call you when I listen to you talk dirty to me every night for free right here in person?"

Darla seemed to think this was hilarious. She laughed then took another healthy slug from her beer. "Yeah. You're so easy to talk to, Jay. I just want to...tell you things. Look at you smile, I know you like it. I'm gonna go put that pizza in the oven."

Hopping off the couch, Darla trotted out into the kitchen. She knew that what she was doing to her brother wasn't close to being proper. After a solid couple of weeks of teasing, any other guy would have had their way with her by then, most probably multiple times. It was hard for her to understand why she felt the almost compulsive need to discuss sex with Jay, she just did. She wanted him even though it was beyond justification. After all of her poking and probing, Darla still wasn't completely sure if he would go for it or not. Now that she and her brother were on the friendliest terms that they had been in recent memory, she didn't want to put an end to all that by disgusting him. Still, he seemed to have come to terms with the fact that she had a propensity to behave like a nasty little slut when the mood struck her.

She decided to sit at the table and think about what it was that she was trying to accomplish, exactly. Though she liked that Jay thought she was sexy, Darla wanted him to think of her as something more than a sex object. She wanted him to be her friend, too. If they started sleeping together, would he get tired of her eventually and kick her back out of his life? She didn't think that Jay was like that, but who knew for sure? There was a lot to think about before she left the kitchen. That and she had a tendency to burn things up if she walked away from the oven. Sometimes her attention wandered.

Jay watched the next segment of the program, then went out into the kitchen. He was wondering why his sister didn't come back. She was sitting there at the table, staring at the oven.

"You'd rather watch that than TV?" he asked.

"I don't want to burn the pizza. I'm hungry," Darla said.

"Are you done with that?" Jay asked, pointing at Darla's empty bottle. He grabbed it off the table. "I'll take these out to my trunk. Mom doesn't need to know that I've been feeding you beer. You all right?"

"I'm fine," she smiled. "Just thinking about stuff. This'll be ready in about five minutes."

The hour was growing late by the time the pizza was consumed and the kitchen was tidied up. Jay was yawning. "Thank you for the wonderful meal, I think I'm ready to call it a night," he said.

"You're welcome. I..." her voice trailed away as she locked eyes with her brother and lost her train of thought. She had been standing next to the sink, reaching up to get a glass out of the cabinet. "What?" she wondered.

"I...I probably shouldn't say this, but you're put together really well. It just catches me off guard sometimes. Sorry. Goodnight." Jay chuckled nervously and walked off toward his room.

Darla had heard a myriad of comments about her body, but that was a new one. Coming from Jay and watching his reaction as he left the room brought her to the conclusion that he meant it as a compliment and not just a line to get her pants off. The latter was more what she was used to. She was still experiencing a weird, fluttery nervousness while she freshened up in the bathroom and changed into her nightgown. With a deep breath, she approached her brother's room and put her hand on the doorknob.

Jay was laying on top of the covers on his bed wearing only his boxers, which were pulled down around his knees. His lamp was off, but there was enough ambient light from the window to clearly see what he was doing. His right hand was furiously pumping his erect cock, his eyes, which were closed, flew open in alarm and surprise. "Darla?!?!"

For her part, Darla didn't expect to see that. Perhaps this was going to be easier than what she had thought. Instead of respecting her brother's privacy and closing the door, she walked inside as Jay scrambled to pull his boxes up.

"I want to talk to you about something," she said.

"Can't it wait? I'm kind of...in the middle of something here. You can't just come barging in here like that!" Jay whined.

"You come barging into my room all the time," Darla pointed out, moving closer to Jay's bed. He had both of his hands covering his erection. "You don't have to stop on my account. That's kind of what I wanted to talk about."

Having a hard time trying to figure out what the hell was going on, Jay couldn't take his sister seriously. "This is embarrassing enough, Darla. Stop teasing me, okay?"

Darla reached down, and brushed her hand through Jay's hair. It was soft and dark, very much like her own. "I'm not. I promise," she told him.

"Well...what are you doing then?" he asked, voice rising slightly.

"You've made me think. You've been really great, and I was thinking that if you weren't my brother that I'd really want you, you know? Then I thought, well so what? If you wanted to, then we could do stuff. No one would know. I kinda want to," Darla said. She ran her hand through her brother's hair again. "I know we're not supposed to. But I feel...you're just...I think it would be nice," she added, softly.

"Oh god, Darla. I don't know. I mean, oh my god, I want you so bad, it's crazy. I shouldn't have said that, I don't know what to think. I don't think we should," Jay said.

Darla was starting to have some second thoughts about her plan when she saw the conflicting emotions that her brother was going through. What she was doing might not have been fair to him if he really didn't want to fuck his sister. His erection seem to say that he was still entertaining the notion.

"I thought that you'd want to. I know you like the way I look. I just...I wanted to let you have me, I guess. You make me feel good, and I wanted to make you feel that way," Darla said.

"Oh man, you do, you do, it's just..."

"What if you just finished what you were doing when I came in? I 'prolly made you that way, right? Look," she said, reaching down and pulling her nightgown up and over her head, letting it drop to the floor. She was naked underneath, C going on D breasts, totally waxed pubic region. "You can look at me when you do it."

"Oh my god, Darla. You...you're amazing. I just...I just can't," Jay said. He couldn't take his eyes off of his sister, who even in the dim light looked positively luscious. However, she also looked crushed after he said that.

"I'm stupid, stupid, stupid. Sorry. Forget about it, I'm sorry," Darla said. She stooped to pick up her nightgown and turned to leave.

"Wait," Jay said. He didn't think his sister was stupid. He thought that she was stunning. "Darla! Stay with me for a while?"

Darla paused and saw her brother scoot across the side of his bed, allowing room for her. "Why?"

"Because I want you to. Please?"

"Okay."

Darla slid back into her nightgown moved to sit beside her brother on his bed. He pulled the covers over his lap and sat up. While Darla turned on her side to face Jay, he stroked her hair, much like she did his earlier.

"I don't think you're stupid, so don't say that about yourself. I think it's flattering that you'd want to...get me off, I don't know how else to say it, you are by far the sexiest woman I've ever seen naked," he said.

"You think so?" Darla asked. She wasn't sure where Jay was going with this. "How come you don't want to do anything?"

"Well, uh, I just don't want to use you like that. I'm not going to lie, I've been thinking about it. I mean, you just caught me thinking about it a minute ago and I feel guilty enough about that. If we slept together, I'm not sure I could even look you in the eyes again. That's not even mentioning Mom. Have you thought about that?" he asked.

Darla sighed. She had thought about that. "Mom doesn't care much about me either way. She'll just scream at me like she always does, no matter what I do. I wish you wouldn't feel guilty. Don't you know how you make me feel? I just want to share everything with you, sex is just kinda part of that, I guess. Why do you think that's using me?"

"Because you're my little sister. I'm supposed to look out for you, take care of you. I don't think it would be right to have sex with you. Wouldn't it mess with your head?"

"You think I'm just silly and horny, and just want to fuck because that's what I do, right? I'm not just a stupid little nympho, I've thought about it. You were just jerking off thinking about me, wouldn't it feel better to actually have me? You can, I want you to," Darla said.

Laying back and closing his eyes, Jay found his resistance failing, though not totally gone. "Can we at least sleep on it, Darla? If we do this, we can't undo it, you know? I don't want you to regret anything."

Darla found it hard to believe that her brother had the willpower to resist her advances. She, herself, felt like she was just about on fire with lust. Groaning, she lay back as well. "Fine, but you're thinking about it too much. I don't know why you want to torture me like this."

Looking out of the corner of his eye, Jay couldn't help but see Darla's chest rise and fall with her breathing as she pouted. The nightgown was thin, it wasn't hard to imagine what was underneath, especially considering he had just seen it a moment ago. Who was torturing who here?

The truth was that Jay did think that his sister was probably a silly little nympho. She acted on her impulses and worried about the consequences later. Sure, she'd been acting quite a bit different lately but he didn't want this to turn out to be something that she woke up crying about. The more he thought about it, Jay figured that he would probably be the one to end up crying. Fantasizing about his sister was one thing, but if they actually acted that fantasy out, wouldn't that drastically change their lives? He tried his best to explain his reservations to Darla while she lay beside him and tried to understand where he was coming from.

It was frustrating not getting what she wanted exactly when she wanted it, but Darla ceased her pouting and listened to Jay. It was kind of nice, laying there and being able to talk about the most intimate of things. No where near as nice as actually doing them, but if it made Jay feel better, then waiting was what she was willing to do. She doubted that she'd end up wanting him any less, though. If they waited too long, she was afraid that Jay might have a stroke or something. Darla had never heard anyone whine so much at the prospect of sex.

*****

"What the heck is going on in here?" Phylis asked. She had just come home after working sixteen hours to a bewildering sight. Her daughter was in the kitchen standing over something that was obviously burning up on the stove.

Darla dropped a lid on the flame-filled pan. "I'm making breakfast."

"Making breakfast or burning the house down?" Phylis asked, walking over to the stove.

"Relax. I was flash roasting some onions and peppers for an omelet. They do it at the restaurant all the time. See, look," she said lifting the lid, "now just add a few eggs and the onions kind of melt into it and the peppers are nice and soft."

Phylis watched Darla pour some whisked eggs from a bowl into the pan before turning her attention to the table. It was set for two. "Did you have someone stay over or something?" she asked.

"No. I just thought I'd make something nice for Jay since he'd rather starve than actually cook anything. I didn't know when you'd be home, but there's enough for all of us," Darla said.

Phylis was skeptical. Darla wasn't ever awake when she came home from work nor had the girl ever cared much about feeding her brother. "What did you do?"

"What do you mean?" Darla asked, flipping her omelet.

"I mean something smells fishy. You must feel guilty about something or you wouldn't be cooking for your brother. Or me, for that matter. Did you sneak out last night and see Mark?" Phylis asked.

Here she was trying to do something nice, and her mother assumed the worst. Darla turned with spatula in hand, ready for battle. At the last second, she was somehow able to hold back what would normally be a vicious assault, verbally speaking. "You know what? I'm not seeing Mark anymore. I'm making this for Jay because he listens to me and takes me seriously and just doesn't think I'm stupid and wrong all the time."

Phylis decided that she was too tired to fight, especially since it wasn't clear at the moment what there was to fight about. "Alright, alright. I guess if you want him to take you seriously then cooking for him's a good start. Is he up?"

Jay happened to be awake, having been roused a few minutes previously by Darla. Though he was happy about breakfast, being woken up at seven in the morning when he didn't have work or school was less than exciting. He'd stayed up half the night talking with his sister, and he certainly didn't expect her to be up so early. After throwing on some clothes, he stumbled out into the kitchen.

Phylis had just dug into her omelet, nodding her approval as she swallowed. "This is good, Darla. Are you sure you're not trying to get on our good side? Trying to talk your brother into something?"

Darla hadn't prepared the meal just to listen to her mother stick her nose in to guess the reason why. "Don't worry, Mom. I know it's impossible to talk him into doing something he doesn't want to do. Look, I'm just trying to do something nice. If you don't want to eat it, then don't," she said, sliding Jay's food onto his plate from the pan.

"It's too early in the morning to listen to you two argue. Darla, thank you for the omelet. It looks great. Morning, Mom," Jay said.

"Good morning," Phylis said. She smiled. "Now I think you're both up to something, giving your sister a compliment."

"Maybe we are," Jay said. "How's your breakfast? Taste good? Go ahead, finish it."

"Yeah, I made it special," Darla added.

"What are you trying to tell me here? Am I gonna look out in the back yard and see a big hole or what? You're not gonna get rid of me that easy. Shoulda seen what I had for lunch last night," Phylis said. Undeterred, she continued eating.

Breakfast was finished without any deaths or arguments and Phylis went off to her bedroom for a well deserved sleep. Jay cleared the table while Darla prepared to wash the dishes. "I should have waited until Mom came home and went to sleep. She makes things weird," Darla said.

"Oh come on, she didn't do anything. I think she was happy that you made her breakfast. Things were pretty weird between just you and I anyway, I don't think Mom had anything to do with it," Jay said.

"I don't think it's that weird," Darla mumbled, watching hot water fill the sink. She didn't know what she was thinking, exactly. Jay had told her the night before that they should sleep on 'it'. In the back of her mind, Darla was hoping that her brother would wake up and be madly in love with her or something. Instead, he seemed to be acting about like he always did.

"What was that?" Jay asked, dropping silverware into the sink. He wished that his sister had some sort of a level emotional setting. Sometimes it seemed like she just picked a random feeling and dialed the power up to the max.

"Nothing," she said, vigorously scrubbing a plate that didn't need to be scrubbed.

"Are you mad about last night? I mean, I thought we had a pretty good talk about it," Jay said.

"No."

Jay wrinkled his brow as he studied Darla. He had come awfully close the night before to throwing all conventions out of the window and just fucking her brains out. They had parted on friendly terms, both deciding it might not be a bad idea to see if the feeling would pass. Now, as she stood there pouting, Jay was finding her incredibly attractive. Perhaps by trying to put off his sexually deviant cravings, it was making him want her even more. The feeling had not passed, in other words.

"Are you mad because I didn't mention that I noticed that you wore your hair down this morning, probably just for me? Or are you mad that I haven't told you how much I love you yet today? I just woke up a little while ago, you'll have to forgive me," he said.

Darla paused in mid-scrub, and a small grin appeared on her lips. She couldn't put her finger on why she was feeling as frustrated as she was, but what Jay just said gave her that little flutter in her chest again. "I'm not mad," she said, without turning.

"Good," Jay said. Then he did something that he never did before. He bent down and kissed Darla on her temple. "Thank you for breakfast."

Now, Darla felt her knees buckle. Her damn brother had just taken about twenty seconds and turned her into a pile of jelly. She was going to end up being horny all day and it wasn't even her fault. The only thing that kept her from jumping him right there was that he had caught her off guard and her hands were in dishwater.

"Jay," she whined quietly, cocking her head to the side. "You kissed me."

It was amusing in a way, Jay decided. Like turning the dial on the radio. He had just changed from the sad and mopey station to one that sounded sultry and inviting. He hadn't intended to kiss Darla, that just sort of happened. There were a bunch of things that were just sort of happening, for that matter. An amazing lack of discipline was one. He had managed to keep his hands off of his sister the night before when she was naked in his bedroom, but it wasn't certain for how much longer he'd be able to resist the urge.

"I know," he said, leaving the kitchen.

Jay retreated to his bedroom, feeling guilty and a little sick inside. Lust was a heck of a thing. He wasn't religious or a member of the morality police, but this was something that Jay was struggling with. Most probably, he thought, it would be a losing struggle if Darla showed any interest at all in consummating their developing (and unholy) relationship again.

Before Jay was able to come up with any more reasons as to why he was a bad person, Darla appeared. She stepped in from the hall and closed his door behind her. "You can't just say stuff like that and walk away," she said, slowly walking toward him. "Does that mean you thought about it?"

Jay found his sister's arms pulling her body tight against his and couldn't deny the temptation. He returned the embrace and kissed Darla hard on the lips. She began to moan softly into his mouth as his hands massaged the curves of her butt. After a moment, Jay broke the kiss and stared into his sister's eyes with their foreheads touching.

"Please don't tell me you wanna stop," Darla whispered.

"No. Mom's probably not even asleep yet."

"Then we'll be quiet," she told him, going back in for a long, slow kiss.

When it was time for them to come up for a breath of air, Jay went over and locked his door. He at least wanted to have a fighting chance to hide what he and his sister were up to just in case their mother came snooping around for some reason. When he turned back from the door, he saw that Darla was just kicking off her jeans, leaving her completely naked except for her socks. Darla may have had many shortcomings, but she was exceptionally quick at getting undressed.

The night before, Jay had seen his sister in the nude and it had taken his breath away. In the daylight, she was stunning. She lifted her head to catch her brother's stare and held out her arms to reach for him. There wasn't anything shy about Darla but her smile. She didn't tan well, and it being the middle of winter, her skin was pale and smooth save for a few scattered freckles about her shoulders. There was also the pink, of course. The soft pink of her nipples and aureoles pointing straight out from the luscious mounds of her breasts. The size of them might turn out to be a problem in forty years, but for now they were gorgeous.

Jay walked over to his sister and she pulled his shirt up and over his head. Darla had seen her brother naked the night before, as well, if you didn't count him wearing his boxers around his knees. His skin was a shade darker than hers, though he shared the same freckles around his shoulders. His shoulders were broad, as was his chest that had a bit more hair on it that what she preferred, but she wasn't all that picky, really. He wasn't ripped like a bodybuilder, but Jay's muscles were fairly well-defined. Even though he seemed to live on junk food, he was also reasonably trim.

Darla hadn't ever really noticed her brother's body until recently. She never had reason to give it any serious study until she began to wonder what it would be like to sleep with him. As Jay pulled off his pants, it was ever so satisfying to take the full sight of him in. He was fully erect and pretty large, in Darla's eyes. Not a monster like you'd see in one of those internet videos, nor a skinny, little pencil prick like that one guy back in high school. His pubic hair was trimmed short, and his scrotum was shaved. She reached around his body, cupping his ass cheeks and squeezing their bodies together.

"You look so perfect, Jay," she said.

Jay chuckled nervously. He hadn't been thinking much about how he looked and if he didn't know any better, he would have thought that Darla was joking. As it was, she seemed pretty serious.

"Not anything like you," he whispered.

Still locked in embrace, they took the few steps over to the bed in unison and flopped down. Jay was on his back while Darla straddled him, her fabulous tits too close to his face for him to resist taking a nipple into his mouth. They both hummed with satisfaction as she reached down to grasp his cock and raised her hips slightly. With the alignment right, she allowed gravity to slowly join them together. Darla was more than ready for her brother, her slick pussy sliding over his erection until he was fully inside of her.

"Oh my god, Darla," Jay hissed.

Masturbation was fine, it served its purpose. Sex always felt great, and with this first penetration he was reminded how wonderful the sensation was to make love to a woman. This, of course, wasn't just any woman, it was his little sister. And he couldn't believe how great it felt.

Darla began to kiss her brother's neck and to grind on his cock slowly. He ran his hands up and down her back before coming to a rest on her hips, his touch soft and light. A tiny bit of beard stubble tickled her chin as she kissed her way up Jay's neckline to find his lips. She could feel herself already building toward climax as their bodies synced in a steady rhythm. It normally took her much longer before she felt like she was anywhere close to having an orgasm, but there was something about being with Jay that heightened her senses. She felt like there was some sort of special connection, so to speak, and it was amazing.

While they rocked together slowly, and steadily, Jay couldn't help but notice the passion on his sister's face. He was feeling it, too. As she moved above him, kissing him, with her hair falling about her face and her breasts brushing against his chest with the motion of her body, Jay's first thought was that Darla was most probably the most beautiful creature in the world. The most beautiful that he'd ever seen, anyway.

When Darla straightened and began to increase the speed in which she was riding Jay, he found it terribly exciting. Her face was contorted in pleasure, biting her bottom lip in the peculiar, shy way that she had before. They both were breathing heavy at that point, and Jay could last no longer. He increased his grip on his sister's hips, helping her move up and down on his cock while he began to cum.

Darla didn't so much feel the rush of cum from her brother at first, but she certainly could tell that he was cumming. His body language pretty much gave that away. It was then that she felt the added warmth and wetness coating them both and her own orgasm began to grip her. It was all that she could do to keep from screaming, but she managed to ride it out with only a series of high pitched whimpers.

When the jolting pleasure of Darla's orgasm subsided, she laid her head down beside Jay's on his pillow, leaving her body partially covering his. He cradled his arms around her and they kissed while their bodies cooled down a bit. Darla enjoyed being held like that, and kissed like that, it was a tenderness that really struck a nerve.

"You're so gentle, Jay. I love you," she whispered.

Jay knew that Darla was talking about a serious, real love. It was scary to think that his sister was in love with him. Perhaps made even more scary because he knew that he was in love with her, too. He tried not to think about how hot and twisted that was and what they had just done before he answered.

"I love you, too, Darla," Jay said with a long exhale. He brushed a lock of hair from her cheek and rested a hand on her shoulder. "I'm sorry I was so mean to you for so long. I should have been there for you, I'm ashamed of myself."

"Jay, you were always here for me. You said a lot of mean things, but I did, too. There's a lot of things I did that I wish I never did."

"Is this one of them?" Jay asked.

"No," Darla replied. "I've never felt like this. I don't really know what's happening. It's like I'm all squishy inside."

"Squishy?" Jay wondered. "You 'prolly are. I mean, if we cut you open, I imagine it would be pretty squishy in there."

Darla poked him softly in the chest. "You know what I mean...don't you?"

"Yeah." He knew exactly what she meant.

*****

After Darla's and Jay's inhibitions had broken down and they had made love that morning, they decided to get out of the house. They didn't really feel like doing much other than laying in bed together all day, but they thought it would be awfully hard to explain to their mother if the woman happened to wake up. It seemed like they had gotten away with what they had already done and didn't want to press their luck.

The day was still quite young and with the lack of a better plan, the two hit the ice skating rink. It was a spur of the moment idea of something to do, while driving by, they saw that it was open and decided to give it a shot. They hadn't been skating since they were much younger and they regarded it as a silly way to waste some time. Luckily, despite their obvious lack of skills, Darla and Jay kept from breaking any bones. After they hung their skates up, they decided to grab some lunch.

"You've been awfully quiet. Are you okay?" Jay asked.

Darla had been quiet, for her anyway. She seemed happy enough, smiling, giggling, just that her ceaseless chatter was absent.

"I'm fine," she replied, nibbling on a French fry. "What are we going to do?"

"I was thinking about going home. Maybe laying around on the couch for awhile," Jay said.

"I mean about us, Jay. Are we gonna be like together or what?" she asked.

Having thought about it some, Jay wanted to be careful in answering the question. "I wanna be. I don't think we can let anyone know, though. What do you think?"

Darla didn't think that announcing their incestuous affair to the world was something that either one of them wanted. Dealing with the fallout would be terrible. Their mother would die of embarrassment and people would think that there was something wrong with them. Maybe there was, she didn't know. What she did know was that her feelings for Jay amounted to something much deeper than a lustful itch that needed to be scratched. She let her brother know exactly what she thought. (next Chap 2)
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