How I Shocked Our Mother — Part 2

Where were we? Ah, yes, I’d left off right after my sister walked in on me at a very inopportune moment. Sam hung around a while longer that night before heading home. I didn’t see Kimmy again until the next day, she went to bed early and Sam left a bit late. Now that my orgasm-induced indifference had faded and I’d had more time to reflect I was feeling increasingly embarrassed at being walked in on. Sure she should have knocked, but that didn’t absolve me of awkward feelings about my sister seeing my naughty bits, especially when they were so assiduously demonstrating their function.

I could have let things play out naturally and gone through a few weeks of awkward conversation and averted gazes, but that just seemed stupid. So she walked in on me, big deal. I wanted to thank her for sending Sam my way and I was going to do it, awkward or not.

When I came down to the kitchen the next morning Kimmy was sitting at the table with a bowl of cereal. She looked up at me as I entered the room but looked away just as quickly. She was wearing a rumpled flannel robe and her hair was a mess, not that I was one to judge, I didn’t look any better in the morning.

“Hey,” I said, sitting across from her.

“Hi,” she said, pushing grain puffs around in her milk with a spoon. She still didn’t meet my gaze.

“About last night…” I started.

“None of my business,” she said quickly.

“Well… yeah, but… um, alright, I’ll say it, I’m weirded out. And… I’m sure you are too, so… sorry? Can we pretend it never happened?” I asked hopefully. At this she did look up at me.

“That’s… really not something I’m going to forget,” she said.

“Damn,” I replied.

“Damn,” she agreed.

“You’re not traumatized, are you?” I asked.

“Oh shut up,” she said, giving up on the last few pieces of cereal and indelicately slurping milk from the bowl.

“What? I can’t be a concerned brother?” I protested.

“Maybe, except that you would be the one that traumatized me,” she said as she set the now empty bowl down.

“Was it as bad as all that?”

“No… it’s just, well that was the first time I saw a guy… you know. Well, in real life anyway,” she said, her gaze avoiding mine once more.

“Ah,” I said, wondering what I could possibly say to that.

“Really, I’ll be fine, don’t worry about it. I’m glad you and Sam hit it off… I meant that non-sexually,” she quickly amended.

“No, yeah, I got that. I wanted to thank you, Sam is nice. Honestly, if it weren’t for you I’d be dateless and a social outcast,” I said.

“Whatever, you would have gotten a date, I was just helping Sam,” Kimmy said.

“Deny it all you like, it’s true. This time three weeks from now I’d be living in a cave wearing nothing but a dirty loin cloth.