Mutual Attraction - S01 E03

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Mutual Attraction - S01 E03

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"Fuck! Fuck!...... Ohhhh, fuck!!" was all I could say, as the orgasm I was just about to have seemed to vanish into thin air. Louise's mouth was open.

"What the fuck are you doing?" I said, still in shock.

"You know," she started, "I was about to ask the same question, but the answer is so obvious, it would've made me look pretty stupid, wouldn't it?"

I lay there without answering, starting to shake a little, and she went on with, "I got off work early today, so I came straight home to see what you were up to. I walked in, and you've got your door wide open, and...." she burst out laughing, but kept on talking, so the only words I understood were"... hammer and tongs."

If I wasn't so horribly ashamed and embarrassed, I probably would have laughed as well. She got over her laughter and said, a little more seriously, "You really should close the door when you do that."

"I did," I said, flatly.

"Well, you didn't do it properly," Louise said, now looking me in the eye. "The wind must have blown it open. It's blowing a gale outside, but I guess you wouldn't have noticed. I suppose your mind was on other things," she finished, with a sympathetic smile.

She walked around the bed, and looked the porn mag, which had fallen open at the pussy-licking shot. "What are you wanking over, anyway?" she said, with mischievous interest in her voice. She looked down.

"Lesbo porn!" she said, as though she had discovered something.

"D'you like lesbians?" she asked, again looking me in the eye, but with an inquisitive look in her face. I could see there was no use lying, and the damage was done anyway, so I said, "Yeah, I think every guy does."

Louise shook her head, and looked at the picture on the floor, and said "Lesbians...," with a smirk.

Then, she dropped to her knees, and looked closer, and said, "Hey, do you think that brown-haired girl looks a bit like me?"

I could see from her face it was the same old Louise, who bounced stupid jokes off me all the time, and got back as good as she gave,

and I started to feel a little less embarrassed. I shook my head, and said, "She doesn't look like you at all. Do you think I'd be perving at a girl who looked like my sister?"

"Oh," she said, standing back up. I assumed she was only pretending to be disappointed. She walked backwards to the foot of my bed again, and with a smile, said, "Nah, she doesn't look like me at all. I was just jerkin' you around, except" she paused, "you're doing enough of that for both of us."

I put the pillow over my head and said, "Just go." I was still embarrassed, but somehow, Louise had taken the edge off it. She was good at that kind of stuff.

She walked to the door, and turned to say, "I better leave you alone. now. You look like you've got your hands full, and, smirking, she finished, "One of them, anyway." She walked out the door, and made a big show of closing it properly.

I lay there for a moment, recovering from the shock, but as the moment had been ruined, and the desire now taken over by a sick feeling of shame, I got up, took a long shower, and went for a long ride on my trall bike.

I came back hours later, after dark, to find Louise sitting in the family room, watching TV. "Where's Mum?" I asked.

"Did you forget?" she asked right back, "She's gone down the coast to spend some time with Dad. She left straight after work, Airhead. Just like she's been talking about all week, so it's just you and me here for the next coupla days."

Louise told me my dinner was in the microwave, so I reheated it and ate quickly, avoiding her as far as possible. Not because of any bad feeling between us, but because I still felt a bit ashamed. I said goodnight, showered again, and went to bed.

After a while, I heard the shower in the bathroom next to my bedroom, and after it stopped, I heard Louise moving around, and then things went quiet for a few minutes, although the light was still on in the hall. I was having trouble dropping off to sleep, and a moment or two later, I heard two knocks, even though my door was half-open, and then Louise's voice.

"Wayne," she said, "It's me."

"I didn't think it would be anyone else, I answered, without trying to sound abrupt.

"Can I come in?" she continued.

"Course you can," I answered, although I still felt a little sheepish, but she moved into the doorway, a silhouette in the light from the hall.

"I thought I'd better knock," she said, "after, you know, today."

I saw her shoulders shrug in the dark, and I said, "Give it a rest!" with exasperation in my voice. She stepped in closer, and said, "That's what I wanted to talk to you about. Today, I mean. Put your bedside light on. I don't want to blind you by turning on the room light."

I flicked on the bedside light, and saw she was wearing a pair of light blue cotton summer pyjamas. To be honest, they were kind of sexy, and in the past I have to admit I had wanked to the thought of her in them. That memory didn't help my guilty feelings one bit.

"Look," she said, "everybody does that kinda thing. We all do it."

"We?" I said.

I was honestly surprised she said that, and in my whole life I had never imagined my sister doing that to herself, giving herself pleasure like that, all on her own. Suddenly, the thought made the back of my mouth and throat go all thick and dry. Louise wasn't finished yet, though.

"Of course," she smiled, "Do ya think girls just get to a certain age, and suddenly want to have sex? We get horny long before then, so what are we gonna do? Of course we do it."

She came over and sat on the side of my bed, on my left. She said, "Do you remember those silly games we played when we were kids? Playing doctor? That kind of stuff?"

I thought back, and said, "Yeah," avoiding her gaze, "I do."

She went on with, "What about the other game, and all the times when you played Darren, and I was Samantha? Or Mr and Mrs Cunningham from Happy Days?"

I chuckled for a moment, thinking back. We had not mentioned those games to each other for years. I had figured it was a subject she wanted to forget about, and put out of her mind. I smiled, and added, "What about the time I was Fonzie?"