C’mon Sis, Let;s Fuck

C’mon, Sis… Let’s Fuck.


Cassidy had walked in front of Bill for the third time. It was Saturday and she was doing her assigned duty, dusting and vacuuming.
Bill, on the other hand, was trying to watch a baseball game on TV instead of cleaning the bathrooms and taking the garbage to curb for the large container.

Cass was wearing a t-shirt and panties, as she always did on weekends around the house. It had been her standard dress since she was a toddler.
Bill wore nothing but some cut-off sweat pants which reached half way to his knees.

As she began the back and forth pattern of cleaning the open carpet area, Cass’ eighteen year-old body was blocking his view of the game. Bill picked up a rubber band and waited to choose just the right target. When she turned her back, he drew it tight and popped her pretty little ass on the right cheek.

“OUCH! Damn you, Billy!” The handle of the vacuum cleaner hit the floor and she leapt for her brother.
Billy, being just less than two years older, was a little quicker, gaining his feet and jumping over the back of the couch. He ran to the back door, knowing Cass wouldn’t follow him outside in her skimpy clothing.

“Shame on you, Cass, you’re not supposed to cuss. I might have to tell on you.”
That was enough for her to keep on his tail as he ran out the door, trying to close it behind him. This time, she was fast enough to catch the door and slammed it behind her as she chased Bill across the yard.

“I’m not gonna just cuss you, Billy Parker. When I catch you I’m gonna kill you! That rubber band hurt, by God.” They circled two trees and the dog kennel, setting Bitsy into a barking mood.
When Bill glanced back at Cass, he didn’t see the garden hose. His foot caught it and he flew ten feet before landing in the grass.

About the same time he stopped rolling, Cass jumped in the middle of his back, digging her fingers into his ribs. She knew he couldn’t stand being tickled and decided to take full advantage of the fact.
Bill bucked and wiggled. He would push her hands away, but he would never hurt her.

As they wrestled in the grass, Bill would pull at the top of her panties, thinking she’d give up and run back into the house. Every time he’d jerk on them, she’d just pull them back up and resume tickling. He finally managed to get her on her back and pinned her arms to the ground.

Both of them were laughing hard, as they’d done many, many times. He reached back to her knees, where he squeezed just above her kneecaps, in that area where it’s hard to distinguish between tickle and pain. “You’re not supposed to be outside in your underwear, shame on you.”

Kicking her slim legs, she alternated between getting her knees out of his grasp and trying to pound him in the back with them. During another outburst of laughter, Cass warned him to get off her, “HAHAHA! QUIT! You better get off me, I’m about to pee my pants!”

“Tell you what, sis, I’ll let you up if you promise not to chase me. You can go pee, but when you get the vacuuming done, you clean the bathrooms, too. Deal?” Cass was about to protest, but she needed to pee… really bad. They had always kept their word, so she agreed to the terms, but began planning a… ‘I’ll get you back this evening’.

All their young lives the Parker children had been very good at learning manners, respecting others and caring for each other. Neither of the kids could remember having a serious argument with the other, although the mischief was always a part of their personalities.

Nora Parker worked six days a week as a waitress at a local diner. Through her years of dedication to the business, she had progressed to very good wages and wonderful tips from her faithful customers. Nora probably brought more money home than any two other employees, the exception being Lee Wang, the owner.

Often, Bill and Cassidy would walk the four blocks to have supper with their mom, but she never worried if they didn’t come. She had always been comfortable that they would be safe at home. On school nights, they would both be in their beds asleep when she got home from her late shift.

At thirty-two, Nora was very attractive, but declined many invitations to go out with men, some of whom she’d even known for a long while.