John Kellerman: Sisters in heat

Robin closed her eyes and leaned against the basin. The cold surface shocked her out of her reverie and she hurried back down the hall to her room. She was still thinking about Steve and what had happened at his apartment.

The house was empty except for Marcia asleep upstairs. Robin went back down the hall to the living room. She got the dictionary down from a high shelf and sat cross-legged on the sofa.

Incest. Robin swallowed. She traced the definition with a fingertip. Sexual intercourse between persons so closely related that they are forbidden by law to marry.

Robin slapped the book shut. She tried to lick her lips. She looked at her tan thigh but could see no trace of the semen that had dried there yesterday. Her brother. Stevie. All her life she'd been so close to him, she loved him. And now was it all wrong because of those words she'd just read.

When she stood to put the dictionary back, Robin found that her legs were very weak. And now the crotchpiece of her nylon panties was wetter than ever. When she sat down again to look, there was a slick glistening patch of moisture that had soaked through her panties. She touched a finger to the place and rubbed the warm buttery stuff. It smelled musky… sexy.

She wrinkled her nose and started down the hall to her room. The phone in the kitchen went off like a firm alarm, startling her so badly that she bumped against the wall and had to lean there getting her breath before hurrying to answer.

"Oh, Stevie… I didn't think you'd be calling here… no, just me and Marcia. Marcia's upstairs asleep, she was out late last night. No, I don't have but three dollars but you can have that. Okay, bye."

Robin put the phone down. She hurried to her room and dove into a pair of cut-off jeans, sandals and pulled a bikini top over her shoulders. Silly little piece of cloth… it didn't hide much, but then she didn't have much to hide.

She was working on a sandwich when she saw Steve come up the alley and wave from behind the fence. He jogged up the walk and into the kitchen. They smiled at each other, his hand brushed hers briefly.

"There's milk in the refrigerator and some lunch meat you can take back with you. I got a box full of canned stuff too." She grinned at her brother. He looked nervous.

"When's everybody coming home?"

"Not for a long time yet. And Marcia wouldn't say anything, even if she knew."

He seemed to relax a little. His T-shirt was dirty and she saw that his jeans were too. "I wish I could wash those for you while you're here. We could put them in the dryer and it wouldn't take very long."

It had seemed like an innocent enough thing to suggest, but when Steve looked at her there was a certain expression in his eyes that made her flush. He got up and paced the kitchen. Nervous again.

"Yeah. Maybe I could."

Robin put a sandwich down before him and watched him wolf it down.

"Good sandwich."

"Don't you get enough to eat over there?"

"I kinda ran out of cash. Bill Whittle owes me some though and he should pay up before the end of the week."

Robin dug the three crumpled bills from the pocket of her jeans and shoved them across the table. "There. I'll see if I can get some more by tomorrow."

"How you going to do that? Babysitting?"

"Nope. I have an idea." Robin took the dishes and put them in the sink. Steve was standing again, looking out the window like he expected his father to arrive at any moment.

"Oh come on," Robin scolded. "You know Dad's working and when Mom goes to one of those garden club meetings, she stays all day."

Steve smiled, let his shoulders relax.

"Yeah, I know you're fight. It's just weird being around here again."

"Why don't you go down to the basement and put your clothes in the washing machine."

"Yeah, okay. I guess that's safe enough."

Steve padded downstairs while Robin went down the hall to her room and plopped into a chair. She was scared. A conspiracy always was kind of scary. But even if somebody did come home, Steve would be safe in the basement. No one ever went down there except her mother and then only on washday. She heard Steve come back up the steps and poke his head out of the door.

"Hey, I can't find the soap." He grinned sheepishly at her as she pushed by him and descended the steep stairwell. He'd wound a towel around his middle. She was trying not to think of things like that.

"You would have put in too much anyway," she said, getting the soap powder out from behind a pile of dirty clothes and sprinkling two handfuls into the machine. Robin could feel him watching her as she pushed the cycle button to on. When she turned, Steve was sitting on the old couch that had been stored in the basement for years. The towel was arranged across his thighs. He was smiling cheerfully at her.

"I guess you can put them in the dryer by yourself," she kidded, heading for the steps.

"Robin… wait."

She stopped, turned.

He dipped his head, shrugged. "I don't want to just hang out down here with nobody to talk to…"

The lonesome sound of his voice made her forget about that morning in his apartment. After all, he was her brother. And she loved him. He was lonesome. Affecting a carefree bounce, she went and sat down on the couch.

Steve smiled at her. "Guess I miss you the most. Working on the jeep, just fooling around like we used to do."

"I miss you too, Stevie." She bit her lip. "Maybe it would be okay again if you moved home."

"Naw… naw, it wouldn't." He looked miserable. Lost. Robin wanted to say something sensible but she didn't feel very sensible at all. "Maybe I should join the Army or something. At least it would get me the hell away from home."

"Oh Steve, don't do anything like that!" She hadn't meant to touch him. But touching had always been so natural between them. Her hand was on his wrist. He closed his eyes. Robin moved close, put an arm around his shoulders.

Their eyes met and Robin could see the anguish in her brother's eyes. She tightened her hand on his shoulder, smiled bravely. Hell what else could she do? She was just his sister. His eighteen-year-old sister. Steve was twenty-one. He was more experienced about life than she.

Steve put his arm around her shoulders too. Robin knew she was breathing funny, knew that something odd was happening to her body. But Steve's face came slowly forward, slipped against hers. She felt his other arm slipping behind her, gently smoothing her bare back. She trembled, sucked in a gasp of air when Steve's mouth brushed her neck.

Robin had no idea where the storm in her loins had come from. It was a rushing, spreading glow. Steve was kissing her. Not that they hadn't kissed before. But these kisses were different. She wanted to die or pass out. She wanted to be a hundred miles away and yet she wanted to stay right there in the warmth of her brother's embrace, wanted to feel his hands making circles on her back… so warm, so smooth.

His lips found her cheek, her chin. She whimpered. Their lips brushed, then he was kissing her, pushing her back on the old sofa. Robin moaned. She wanted to push him away, but her hands were locked tightly around his back.

Oh God, it felt so wonderful! It felt like nothing she'd ever felt in her whole life.

"Steve… oh noooo!" She squirmed, but weakly.

"I love you, Robin. I love you better than anybody." His hand shook as he fumbled at her skimpy bikini top.

Robin twisted her body, fought against him now but it was a silly gesture. Steve was too strong. His fingers slipped easily under the halter and she felt her tit surrounded by his palm.

Her nipple filled almost instantly with blood. She could actually feel it happening! She shuddered. Steve rubbed his palm over the small pink button of her nipple. It grew against the friction, sending sparkles of pleasure through her belly.