In the morning I woke up, and wondered if it had all been a dream. My come-stained shirt, lying in the corner near the head of my bed, where I had tossed it before getting in, showed one thing- the part about wanking myself was certainly true, but what about the rest? I showered and put on fresh clothes for the day, and a short time later, Tina came to join me at breakfast, straight from her bed, and wearing her nightie and brunch coat.
Although as usual, we talked and chattered over breakfast, Tina said nothing about last night, which suggested to me that maybe I just dreamt it, but it all seemed so real. Then, if it was real, and Tina showed no sign it ever happened, that probably meant she was ashamed, and it certainly meant it wasn't going to happen again. I thought it was best not to bring the subject up, unless Tina did it first.
I noticed that, straight after breakfast, and before she even had a shower, Tina stripped her bed and took her sheets to the laundry, putting them straight in the washing machine, but even that wasn't unusual for her. Our mother was still having her Saturday morning sleep-in, and as Tina walked from the laundry, our eyes met, but she said nothing out of the ordinary.
The entire weekend went by, with no hint of anything from Tina, but a couple of times when her door was shut, I had to wonder if she was in there, touching herself like she had done for me, pleasuring herself the way she had done on Friday night, and my throat would go dry, and that familiar need to take matters in hand would make itself known. I masturbated twice that Sunday without using a porn magazine for inspiration, just re-running the events of Friday night in my head.
Monday, of course, was a school day, and after school, Tina and I caught the same bus home as usual, but when we got off at our stop, I saw Tina walking with Katy in the direction of Katy's house. I went home and changed into some shorts and a casual shirt, did a little half-hearted work on a school assignment due later in the week, and then watched some TV.
Tina came in the back door, about an hour after I got home, still in her school uniform, and as soon as she walked into the family room, she said, "Look at this." She reached into her school backpack, took out a DVD case, and handed it to me. I could see straight away it was a porn movie, and the title on the front was Heatwave at Station 69. There was a picture on the front, of a busty, bare-breasted blonde girl, wearing an open fireman's jacket over stockings, suspenders and white lace panties, and holding the metal end of a firehose, the way a girl would hold a man's cock when she was giving him a hand job. I turned it over and on the back there were some stills from the movie, and it said, Things heat up all over when a charm school for young ladies opens up next door to a Louisiana fire station. Polish your helmet and you can come, too. Let's all go for a ride-along with these good old boys and their southern belles
"Where'd you get that?" I said, handing it back to Tina. I couldn't help smiling.
"Katy," she answered, cheerfully, "She was snooping around in her father's bedside table and found it in the drawer with some other ones. She didn't think he'd notice if she borrowed one for a few days."
"What are you gonna do with it?" I asked, chuckling.
"Watch it, Dickhead. What do you normally do with movies?" Tina smiled, "When Mum's not home, of course." She took the DVD, and went to her room, and came out a few minutes later with some jeans and a pink top on, and watched TV with me until our mother came home from work.
The week went by, and almost before I knew it, Friday night came around again. I forgot all about the porn DVD, and as usual on a Friday night, after cooking us our dinner, our mother got dolled up and left in a taxi to go and meet her unofficial boyfriend, Steve. I don't know why, but for some reason, although she had him over a few times, and he got on okay with Tina and me, she never let him stay the night, and didn't like anyone referring to him as her boyfriend. Women can be strange sometimes.
Tina was wearing a short skirt, made of white denim, and a cream coloured top, with short sleeves and a square neckline that showed some of her modest cleavage, and her hair was in its usual ponytail. We sat and watched some comedy shows on TV, and then after they ended, I looked at the TV guide, to see if there was anything worth watching. One channel had a rerun of Dirty Dancing, but I'd seen that at least half a dozen times, and there was nothing interesting on any of the other channels.
Tina came in from the kitchen and said, "What's on?"
"Crap," I said, "Dirty Dancing is on but not much else."
"Patrick Swayze's a hunk, but I've seen it so many times I can practically recite the script," Tina said, without much interest. She sat on the couch next to me, and said, "Hey, let's watch that dirty movie." She was smiling, a little mischievously.
"Okay," I smiled. I'd forgotten about it, but Tina got up and went down the hall to her room, and came back a minute later. When she bent to put the DVD in the player, I caught a glimpse of pink cotton panties under her short skirt.
She came to the couch, kicked off her sandals, and sat next to me. Like any guy my age, I had seen a few porn DVD's, but to be honest, I had never watched one right through, because I usually got so horny I had to wank myself before it was over. This one went for forty minutes, and like most dirty movies, it showed people fucking missionary style, doggy style, cowgirl, there were pussies licked, cocks sucked, even a lesbian threesome with two female firefighters, and a girl from the charm school. As usual, the flimsy plot was only there to link a series of sex scenes together, but it was a pretty arousing movie.
A few times, I looked over at Tina, and her eyes were glued to the movie, and if it was making me horny, I wondered about how it was affecting her. She had not said a word all week about last Friday night, but I still wondered about that, too. I didn't know how many dirty movies Tina had seen, but I doubt if this was her first.
During the movie, there was one scene where a fireman named Johnny Hardacre had arrived for work in his old pickup, and the principal of the charm school, a voluptuous redhead called Miss Vee, was waiting for him outside the fire station. She was wearing a big, floppy sunhat, and she said, "Mister Hardacre, I've been waitin' for you." The fireman slammed the pickup door, and strode over to her, kissing her, hot and hard on the mouth, and when they broke their kiss, Miss Vee had said, "Why don't y'all come next door for a while, Mister Hard-acre? I got a li'l ol' fire burnin' inside, that needs some of yo' ex-pert attention."
The two characters had kissed passionately, with lots of tongue, and plenty of mouth exploration, and had then gone next door, leading to a hot sex scene in Miss Vee's living quarters, where Mister Hardacre had licked Miss Vee's pussy, she had sucked his cock, and they had fucked missionary, legs over the shoulder, and then doggy style. Mister Hardacre had finished up by coming on her back, and his cock was massive. There were plenty of close-ups of the action, not just in this scene, but right through the entire move, and seeing those pussies being licked, especially in the lesbian scenes, had its effect on me.
After the movie, Tina got up as the credits rolled, and walked down the hallway towards our mother's bedroom. I was taking the DVD out of the player when she came back in the room, wearing a big, floppy sunhat that belonged to our mother, and it was very similar to the one that Miss Vee was wearing in the movie.
Tina stood at the doorway, in her short, white skirt, and cream top, with that floppy sunhat on her head, and standing in the same provocative way that Miss Vee had done in the movie, she said, "Mister Hardacre, I've been waitin' for you." She even nailed the southern accent.
I stood at the TV stand, and chuckled, and Tina said, "You be Johnny Hardacre, and I'll be Miss Vee." I stood there, looking at her, and she said, "Come on. Kiss me like he did in the movie."
I said, "Well, he slams the door, and …," then I strode over to Tina, taking hold of her like Johnny Hardacre had taken hold of Miss Vee in the movie, and I kissed her, trying to do it like the fireman had kissed Miss Vee. Naturally, I felt a wave of excitement going through me as I kissed my sister's soft mouth, gently exploring hers with the tip of my tongue.
When we broke our kiss, Tina recited Miss Vee's next line, "Why don't y'all come next door for a while, Mister Hard-acre? I got a li'l ol' fire burnin' inside, that needs some of yo' ex-pert attention." Once again, she took off the southern accent perfectly, but when I recited Mister Hardacre's line, to the best of my memory, I didn't try to do the accent myself. We kissed a little more, as per the movie, but gradually we got out of character, until we were just kissing each other's mouths for the pleasure it was giving us, holding each other close, kissing in a hot and sexual way, like lovers.
We had a break for air, and Tina moved back towards the couch, and sat down, tossing the sunhat over the back onto the floor. I sat next to her on her right, and she moved close to me, and put her right arm across my shoulders. She moistened her lips, and kissed me again, a soft and sexy kiss, but a fairly quick one. Then, with our faces close, she said, in a soft voice, "That was a sexy movie, wasn't it?"
I sighed, and said, "Yeah."
"Do you get excited when you watch movies like that?" Tina asked, still speaking softly. Her face was close enough to mine for me to feel her warm breath.
"It'd be pretty hard not to," I answered, looking in her eyes.
"I know what you mean," she said, smiling. She leaned in again, and kissed me, but I slid my arms around her and took control, holding her, and holding the kiss myself, until I was ready to break it. We kissed a little more like that, with Tina on my left, my arms around her waist, and her right arm across my shoulders, and I was getting more and more excited by the minute. Neither of us said much, but we broke off from our kissing, and Tina turned on her bottom, and leaned back on the left arm of the couch, as she had done the week before. She swung her long and shapely legs onto my lap, and shuffled her bottom so that it was now resting against my left thigh, with her own thighs across my lap. The moving and shuffling around had made her short, white skirt ride up a little, so the hem of the skirt was only just covering the crotch of her panties. I looked down at her skirt, and the sight of those lovely thighs sent that rippling, roller-coaster feeling through me, and I rested my hands on them, which was probably the most comfortable place for me to put them in, with her in that position, even though a guy doesn't normally rest his hands on his sister's thighs like that. Then again, a guy doesn't usually make out with his sister, either.