Art Something
2
First Kiss
I SAT IN THE DARK theater between Linda and Annette while a silly rom-com played on the big screen. I wasn’t sure what I was going to do, but I had to decide who to do it to first. Linda had a lot to offer. She was a smart girl, trim, with big boobs. She must have used a forklift to get them up as high as they were displayed under her sweater. It was tempting, but I had a feeling she was wearing a steel reinforced brassiere. Annette wasn’t as stacked, but she was insanely cute. Her face was sweet and she had dimples that showed almost all the time because she was usually smiling. Her sweater was looser and things didn’t look as pronounced as torpedo-tits on the other side of me. She was friendly and didn’t mind at all being shoved to the seat between Fay and me.
I took a deep breath and stretched like I needed to yawn only I didn’t pull my arm back. I let it rest along the back of our chairs, which was a task because they are so high and my arm slipped down onto her shoulders. She looked at me and her dimples got deeper as she smiled. She leaned toward me but then pulled back again. She fidgeted around and pushed the arm of the seat that was between us up. Then she leaned against me and pulled my arm around her. I wasn’t going to go any further. She kept hold of my hand. It was nice. I could feel her sigh as the movie reached a love scene and the guy pledged his eternal love to the girl before they got in the backseat of his car. Then it cut to a school scene.
I felt movement from the other side and Linda was pushing the armrest between us up so she could lean into me from that side.
“I want cuddles, too,” she whispered. I put my arm around her and, like Annette, she held my hand. I wasn’t sure what I should do now. Not that I could really do anything. My arms were stretched out like I was being crucified, only I had a girl under each one.
The girl onscreen was with her other boyfriend now. Apparently, she was trying to decide between the two but didn’t want to give either of them up. There was a make-out scene on the sofa and Linda upped the ante by pulling my arm under hers and pressing my hand against her ironclad breast. Only it wasn’t quite ironclad. It was packed into a sturdy bra, but for the first time in my life, I was holding a girl’s breast in my hand.
I mean a girl other than my sister. I don’t think she knew. Or maybe she just didn’t know that I knew. I’d woken from a pretty nasty dream a few weeks ago, just as Fay got in bed with me. She petted my hair and kissed my forehead, like she always does. I started to drift back to sleep and Fay settled down beside me. She turned her back to me and my hand sort of fell onto her breast. I was awake enough to know that it shouldn’t be there, but not enough to move it. Except a little squeeze. Very soft. Fay trapped my arm under hers so I couldn’t easily free myself and eventually I went to sleep with my hand still cupping her breast. When I woke up in the morning, we’d changed positions. My back was to her and her arm was wrapped around me.
There was no question that Linda knew where my hand was. There were moans from the screen and from all over the theater as she squeezed my hand against her breast. I could tell it was soft under the armor and squeezed a bit on my own. I guess my right hand reflexively squeezed Annette’s hand, too and she lifted her face toward me. Her lips brushed mine and she rubbed her face against my shoulder as we continued to watch the movie.
I was in overload. I was squeezing the tit of the girl on my left and had just kissed the girl on my right. Neither one of them was making any moves to my middle. I was thankful when the movie ended. I didn’t know what to do with either of the girls, and as soon as the credits started to roll, they both sat up and released my hands. Feeling started to return to my tingling arms.
We stopped at the soda shop and I slid into the booth next to Fay. Annette slipped in beside me just as Linda was going to. Linda sat across from us with the other two girls who saw the movie with us. We had burgers and fries. I agreed to a three-way split of a chocolate shake with Fay and Annette. We rehashed huge sections of the move while we ate and the girls seemed to forget I was there as they talked about which of the two lovers they would have chosen and why and who they each reminded them of at school. I just sat back and listened. Annette slipped her hand back into mine.
I didn’t understand the signs, but apparently, some signal was passed. When we left the booth, Annette kept hold of my left hand and Fay attached herself to my right arm. Linda went off with the other two after a little huff.
“I told Annette we’d give her a lift home,” Fay said.
“You’re so nice, Morgan,” Annette said. “Arthur, do you mind?”
“Of course not,” I said. I still had hold of her hand. “Um… here. You sit in front. I don’t mind crawling into the back.” Fay’s little car had bucket seats and only two doors, so I pushed the seat forward and got into the back. I was turning to pull the seat back when Annette tumbled in behind me. Fay was smirking as she closed the door behind us and ran around to the driver’s side.
“Does she always set you up on dates?” Annette laughed.
“I… um… never had a date,” I said.
“Oh. Then I’m sorry about everything tonight, Arthur,” she said.
“What? Why?” I was thoroughly confused. “It’s not like I haven’t enjoyed holding your hand.”
“Or Linda’s boob,” my sister cracked from the front seat.
“I was… I couldn’t… It…”
“That’s what I meant,” Annette said. “Sometimes Linda and I get a little competitive and it came out in the movie theater. I held your hand. She had to let you feel her up.”
“Why would you compete?” I asked.
“You’re a nice guy, Arthur. Morgan, don’t you ever tell him he’s a nice guy?” Annette demanded.
“Yeah, but what boy listens to his sister?”
“That’s not true,” I said. “I always listen to you.”
“Hey!” Annette said. “No fighting. Anybody can see that your relationship with your sister is better than any other siblings we know. We’ve been around a long time, Arthur. We’ve all seen how Morgan takes care of you and defends you. It’s cool. It’s been that way since first grade. When she offered to let me sit next to you, I jumped at the chance. Then boobalicious jumped in on the other side.”
“Did you like squeezing her tit, brother?”
“Morgan! I… It was sort of like squeezing a big rubber ball,” I sighed. “I mean, her bra must be made of flex steel.”
“To be fair, she’s got a lot to haul around,” Annette sighed. “She’s talked about having reduction surgery. Her back kills her most of the time.”
“Gosh, I never even thought about that.” I reflexively glanced over at Annette’s modest bumps.
“You have to kiss me first,” she said.
“What?”
“Before you touch my boobs, you have to kiss me. Like you mean it.” I looked up at my sister and saw her grinning in the rearview mirror.
“I, uh… don’t know much about kissing, Annette. But I promise I’ll mean it.” I bent to lightly brush her lips like she had in the theater. She pulled me back and held our lips together, then touched my lips with her tongue. I had quaking chills all down my spine. I touched her tongue with mine. We didn’t try to explore each other’s mouths or anything, but we let just the tips of our tongues play together. She pulled back.
“I wouldn’t normally do this on a first date. Especially, a pick-up date at the theater. But I promised.” Annette pulled my hand toward her breast and hesitated. I started to pull back, but she took a deep breath. “Who am I kidding?” she whispered. She pulled my hand down and slid it up under her sweater and camisole until my hand was cupping her soft bare boob. I was frozen. She shuddered a little and then pressed her lips back against mine, opening her mouth to receive my tongue as I caressed the bare breast under my hand.
When we parted, she pulled my hand out from under her sweater and looked into my eyes.
“Yes,” she said.
“Yes, what?”
“Yes, I’d like to go out with you again. You were going to ask, weren’t you?”
“Um… Sure. I just didn’t know how to ask.”
“That’s why I helped. This time. You’ll have to do the work of deciding what we’re going to do, though.” She straightened herself up and turned toward the front of the car. “Morgan? Whatever it is he decides we should do next weekend, you’re invited, too. And not just as a chauffeur. I don’t think I can handle his intensity alone. I’d just try to sneak him up to my room.”
“Such a slut, Annette,” Morgan laughed. “I’ll ride shotgun and protect you. I mean, Arthur. Yeah. I’ll protect Arthur. You’re on your own.”
“Why’d you do that, Fay?”
“Do what? You wanted to come along with the girls tonight. What did I do?”
“Arrange for Annette and me to get together. I know what happened was stuff that we chose to happen, but you put it together. What did you tell her?”
“Oh, Pen, I’m worried about you. School’s out next week. I’ll be here for the summer and then I’m off to college. Granted, the University is only fifteen miles away, but Mom and Dad both insist that I should live on campus the first year,” she said.
“I know. I’m going to miss you. You always… I know I’m a pain in the butt and I wouldn’t get out of the house in the morning without you some days. I’ll try to do better, honest. But why all this push to date Annette?” I asked.
“You need someone to look after you,” Fay whispered. “The other choice is that I can stay home my freshman year and we can go to school together the next year. I just want to see what the so-called ‘normal’ life is. Am I asking too much of you, Pen?”
“No. Oh, no, Fay. I love you and I want you to have a real life. I don’t want you to have to look after me. But…”
“You don’t have to date her if you don’t want to.”
“She’s nice.”
“She’s also known you for twelve years. She’s kind of had a crush on you for five of them. She’s in the same grade you are. She’s nice. But you don’t have to date her if it doesn’t appeal to you. It was just an option that I thought I’d throw out there,” Fay sighed. It seemed like there was more to it than that. Fay wouldn’t choose someone random.
“I doubt she’ll be much help if I’m having a nightmare. Nobody’s going to crawl in bed with me and change the direction of my dreams.”
“Well… I wouldn’t be too sure of that. It would probably be more interesting if she crawled in bed with you instead of me,” my sister laughed.
“There will never be anyone I’d rather crawl in bed with me than you,” I said.
“Pen… Oh, god, I love you.” Fay started to cry and I opened my arms. She clutched me as I held her. “You need to try a normal relationship, just like I need to try normal. I’m not saying you have to sleep with her or anything. I’m not saying that I’m going to go out and find a boyfriend and all that. We just need to look around and make sure. Pen, if we ever cross that line, it will be forever.”
“I don’t know what to say, Fay. I love you. I only started feeling things about, like, sex a few months ago. I guess I’m as slow there as I was at talking. I just want you to know that loving you has never been based on that. It’s already forever,” I said.
“Then listen to your big sister,” she said. “It’s time for you to go to bed. When you are in bed, think about what kissing Annette was like. Think about what it was like to hold her naked breast in your hand while you kissed. She didn’t do that for me. She did it for you. I left a box of tissues by your bed so you can clean up afterword.” She giggled and I pecked her on the cheek.
“What are you going to do?”
“I’m going to bed and think about holding her bare breast while you kissed her,” Fay laughed. “I’ve got my own box of tissues.”
I knew she was right. Brothers and sisters aren’t supposed to be as close as we are. I’d marry her right now if I could. I wouldn’t care about sex. On the other hand, I’d held Annette’s bare breast in my hand and she’d kissed me. It wouldn’t be a bad thing to feel that charge as my fluid raced out of my cock into her.
I was glad Fay left me a box of tissues.
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