MY SISTER & THE EXCHANGE STUDENT PART 11 DINNER & A MOVIE (REVISED)

MY SISTER & THE EXCHANGE STUDENT PART 11 DINNER & A MOVIE



Rach followed Lidia into the house while I extricated my bike from the jeep. As I parked it in the

garage, I tried to will my painful hard-on down. The rock hard state I’d been in since the girls

picked me up at the pool nearly 6 hours ago had, on the ride home with Lidia on my lap, gone from

pleasurable pain, to near agony.


I considered cranking one out right there in the garage, but one tentative grip confirmed my fear

that I was too far down the road of blue-balls to stand the act. I fell back to plan B, forced

shrinkage.


I quietly made my way to the bathroom, avoiding any Rach instigations, and took a cold shower;

forcing my thoughts to focus on anti-hard images. The last two years of being self-conscious of my

bulge had had its plusses; I had become very skilled at deflation. Sighing with relief as I felt

the pressure ease, I turned the shower warm, and relaxed; my only energy expended by my intentional

oversight of all things Rachel.


I stayed in my sanctuary from sex long enough to be confident that another woody would be painless,

and then, towel in hand, I re-entered the world. I opened the bathroom door, heedless of my nudity

and who might see me, and walked to my room to dry off.


My glance at the computer told me that the girls weren’t in their room. With a mix of relief and

disappointment I fell back onto my bed. It was amazing how exhausting being hard all day could be.

Without intending it, I fell asleep almost instantly, my legs still hanging over the edge of the

bed.


I woke to a soft tapping on the door. “Jake, there is dinner” came Lidia’s tentative voice softly

through my door.


“O.K. I’ll be down in a minute” I managed through the fog of waking up.


I pulled on some basketball shorts, and a t-shirt, and headed for the kitchen. The haze in my

brain made the empty and, apparently un-cooked-in, kitchen an unfathomable mystery. Luckily, my

nose stepped in to help out. The unmistakable smell of pizza led me down stairs to the family

room.


“Bout time” was Rach’s greeting as I rounded the corner at the bottom of the stairs. The girls

were sitting on a blanket between the sofa and the big-screen, picnicking on the pizza sitting

between them. I noticed Rach had convinced Lidia not to “dress” for dinner. Rach had on her short

“Bite Me” shorts, and a t-shirt she had trimmed so it came only halfway down her stomach. Lidia

wore one, or possably two of her purchases from the mall; a pink tank top with “GAP” written across

her chest, and a pair of silky loose shorts I imagine could have come from Victoria’s Secret.


As I joined them, smiling my greeting to both of them in turn, I noticed that short shorts and

sitting Indian-style was a great combo. Rach’s shorts were tight, but I saw enough to confirm the

lack of panties. Lidia’s shorts however, seemed tailor-made for my viewing pleasure. I could

easily see down the leg that pointed toward me to the smooth pink of her pussy. The contrast with

her dark tan made it seem to glow even in the shaded cover that her shorts barely managed to

provide.


The girls had been in mid- conversation when I came in, so I quietly ate, and let them talk. It

was difficult to follow along. They seemed to flip back and forth from Italian to English without

a care. I gathered they were talking about something in Italy; perhaps someone, but it was hard to

tell.


Eventually they finished that conversation, and Rach turned to me. “Have a good nap?” she asked

smiling sweetly.


“Yea, I can’t believe I was so tired.” I said through a mouthful of pizza.


“We’re gona watch a movie. You up to it?” Rach asked, not giving me any indication she intended

the double meaning.


“Depends on what movie.” I said with false bravado; I would have stayed through the chick-iest

flick they could find.


“You chose a movie for us” Lidia offered, interjecting as if to mollify me and my idle threat.


With my newfound understanding, I could tell Lidia was into me. What I couldn’t tell was the

reason she didn’t act on her desire. Perhaps, as I gained more experience, I would get better at

figuring this kind of thing out. As it was, I was only able to narrow it down to 4 possibilities.

First, her culture might encourage a demure demeanor, expecting the guy to work for it. Second,

the presence of Rach was making any, more forward actions, awkward. Third, the 1½ year deficit in

my age was causing a battle between her hormones and her brain. Fourth, she feared any

relationship beyond friendship might jeopardize her situation as guest in our house.


Coming back to the present, I accepted the offer to choose a movie, and went to the shelf to find

something. A few quiet words in Italian from Rach to Lidia as I flipped through the DVDs, seemed

to reignite the girl’s giggles. I figured Rach was busting Lidia for encouraging me to stay.


I popped in something I can’t remember, except I know I got something with Brad Pit; Rach loves the

Pit, and I was trying to be nice. I went to sit on the sofa, and the girls laid face down on the

blanket in front of me to watch.


Everything started off normally. I spent half of my time watching the two asses on the floor at my

feet; enjoying the freedom of not worrying about getting busted for it, as they were locked onto

the movie. My cock awoke refreshed from its rest as I took in the view. It shared the right leg

of my basketball shorts with my thigh, pointing, ironically, at the back of Lidia’s head; the

source of much of what gave it the power to point.


Rach asked for a bathroom break, and I paused the movie as she got up and headed upstairs. Lidia

rolled over onto her side; forced by the absence of Rach, and the frozen movie, to turn to me.


“You like the movie?” she asked, clearly trying to fill the awkward silence.


“Yep.” I answered easily, then added “You?”


As I asked, I saw Lidia’s eyes catch on the opening of my shorts leg. After a frozen moment of

staring, too long to possibly pass unnoticed, she looked back up to me. Her expression shifted as

if she were waking up, and she stammered “Excuse me. Pease repeat.”


Smiling innocently, I said “I asked did you like the movie.”


“Yes, I like it very much” she answered, seeming to regain her composure.


Lidia sat up to face me, and pulled her knees up under her chin. The looseness of her shorts

caused them to hang away below her. I could see her smooth tan skin curving away from the backs of

her thighs to the gentle sweep of her ass. I let my eyes linger there purposely; hopefully sending

her a message, and also easing her discomfort at getting caught doing the same.


As I looked back up to her I measured my expression; wanting my smile to walk the line between

innocent and lecherous. I was pleased to see a small smile creep onto her lips. Finally the veil

of awkward nervousness seemed to be lifting from her. I was about to test the limits of that small

smile when Rach returned.


Rach carried with her, three more blankets, and a couple of pillows. “I was getting cold” she

answered the unspoken question.


“Me too” agreed Lidia, as Rach handed her a blanket and pillow.


As Lidia laid back down and arranged herself, Rach tossed me a blanket, and turned to lay back down

next to Lidia. As I turned the blanket over in my hands, the remote to our toy fell onto my lap.

Smiling to myself at the her audacity, I threw the blanket over my legs and waited patiently for

the girls to finish arranging themselves.


They had been laying shoulder to shoulder before. Their feet not quite reaching the foot of the

sofa. As Rach laid down this time though, she scooted back till her knees hit the bottom of the

sofa between my feet. Getting the hint, I slid down in my seat, moving my ass to the edge, and

lifted up my blanket to let Rach’s feet in, where they rose to the perfect height between my

thighs.


I pulled down my shorts, capturing Rach’s feet in each of the leg holes as I slid them down;

letting them fall to my feet and slide up Rach’s calves, pinning her knees to my ankles. Free from

the confines of the shorts, my cock rose away from Rach’s feet to tent the blanket. With my hand I

tipped it down and held it till Rach managed to grip it between the arches of her little feet.


Hoping all of this had gone unnoticed by Lidia, I belatedly un-paused the movie as Rach slowly slid

her feet the length of my cock. I upped the movie volume to help cover any sounds that might give

us away, and switched on both the clit, and g-spot vibe to 1. Rach had already cum without me once

today, and I was going to make sure she didn’t leave me hanging again.


I watched her ass roll slowly under her blanket as the vibes began their work.