MY SISTER & THE EXCHANGE STUDENT PART 7 PREPARATIONS (REVISED)

MY SISTER & THE EXCHANGE STUDENT PART 7 PREPARATIONS

I had left Rachel to finish her project, and clean up the bathroom, as I went down to greet our father. I met him in the kitchen. He had sunken onto the bench of the booth we used as our daily dining table, and was drinking a well-deserved beer. He rose as I entered, and as we hugged, he asked how everything had gone in his absence. I told him Rach had given me a ride to practice on Saturday. I left out all the good parts obviously. I told him nothing much was going on. Which was as far from the truth as it was possible to be. I asked about his trip. He expounded on the problems with air travel. Bla Bla Bla

“I’m going to need you to help get Rachel’s room ready for Lidia” Dad said, reminding me forcefully of the reason I had spied on Rach in the first place.

“Sure” I responded, “What’s the plan?”

“Tomorrow, we need to get a bed.” He started, “Then we need to rearrange Rachel’s room.”

“I’m free at 11, after lessons” I offered.

“It’s a plan.” My father finished.

“Let me take your stuff” I said, grabbing his suitcase, and briefcase. I exited the kitchen, and headed past the stairs, to his office, and my parent’s bedroom on the first floor. I dropped his stuff off, and returned as Rach came down the stairs in front of me. I followed her into the kitchen.

“Daddy” she squealed like a 6 year old, and she gave him a hug too.

“You’ve got a guest arriving soon” he said, resuming his seat.

“Yep, she’s really excited to meet everybody.” Rach said, sitting opposite our dad, and glancing a knowing look at me.

It suddenly dawned on me that Rach had been communicating with Lidia for over a week. I wondered just how much communicating she had done, knowing how much she had wanted to tell someone about us.

“Have you been emailing her?” my dad asked.

“We’ve been messaging every day. We’ve even video chatted.” Rach answered, looking dead at me. Oh god, what had she done. The possibilities were varied, and horrifying. I decided to grill her as soon as possible. “She is so pretty, and her English is really good.” Rach continued, seemingly oblivious to the sledge hammer she had hit me with.

Dad went to go take a shower (not in Rach and my bathroom thank god), and I took the chance to interrogate Rach. “Exactly what have you told Lidia?” I asked her in my most serious voice.

“Oh stop being so dramatic.” She said, brushing me off. “I didn’t TELL her anything about us.” I could hear her emphasis on the word tell.

“Please Rach! Tell me what you aren’t telling me.”

“Well,” she said, seeming uncomfortable, “I video conferenced with her, before we did anything last week. I was showing her my room, and then I saw your computer come on, and I…shared your webcam with her so she could see you. She was nervous about the move, and I was just trying to make her feel she knew us. You weren’t naked or anything.” She finished, doing her best to seem casual.

I replied sheepishly, “Oh. O.K., sorry, I just knew you had wanted to tell somebody before, and I was afraid you might have said something.”

“I would never tell anyone without checking with you first” Rach said, seemingly hurt by my lack of trust. “I just wanted her to see how cute you were. She said you were hot, by the way.” Rach finished, in a huff.

“O.K. O.K.” I said, my hands up in supplication. “I’m sorry. I should know you better than that.” I continued. “She’s pretty hot too, don’t you think?” I asked, trying to seem not that interested.

“Oh my god! She is stunning.” Rach answered, and then she looked at me; a troubled look in her eyes. “I know you like her.”

“I think she’s hot, like I said.” I replied. “I’m not sure what we are, but I wouldn’t do anything that would hurt you.”

Rach didn’t respond right away. She sat there, lost in her own thoughts. Finally, she said “I don’t know what we are either, and I don’t want to hurt you. Maybe we should decide what we are.”

“I love you Rach.” I began, trying to figure it out as I talked. “It’s more than because you’re my sister. I think I’d die if you were with another guy.”

Rach brightened unexpectedly at my admission. “Only if it were a guy?” she asked hopefully.

“I think so.” I replied, trying to search my feelings. “I think a girl would be o.k.” I sat thinking, unsure what Rach being with a girl would do to me. I knew what it would do to the monster in my pants, but would I feel jealous, or left out?

Rach seemed to sense my thoughts. “Jake. What if you were there?” I looked at her. She was looking at me so tenderly with her big green eyes. She seemed mainly concerned for me, but I thought I caught a hint of excitement as I looked at her.

“Maybe that would be O.K.” I answered. “I know somebody would like that.” I finished, letting her follow my look down to the, now continual, bulge in my shorts.

“What about me with a girl?” I asked, feeling sure, from her reaction to Sharon, that I knew the answer already.

Rach considered thoughtfully. “If you mean going out on a date, I don’t think I’d like that.” And then after a slight pause, “I think maybe if it was just messing around…I’m not sure.” She trailed off, her eyes now in her lap.

“What if you were there?” I asked, knowing it seemed to help make me more comfortable if I were there when Rach was with another girl.

“Maybe,” She answered, looking up, and seeming more at ease. “But I don’t think I’d like it if you fucked anyone else.” She continued in a whisper.

“O.K., so no dating, and we have to be there if either of us is with a girl.” I summed up, “oh, and only you get the Big Bro treatment.” I added, taking her face in my hands, and giving her a quick kiss. She smiled, gave my cock a little squeeze through my shorts, and got up.

“You want to see the final product?” Rach asked, looking up towards the bathroom. “It should be ready by now.”

“Sure.” I answered, and we headed upstairs.

Rach grabbed the mold, and we headed to her room. Once she closed the door, and locked it, we sat on her bed, and she opened the mold. There it was, my dick copied in all its glory, sitting in the plaster.

“Wow!” Rach Exclaimed, pulling it free. “It’s so heavy.”

“Tell me about it” I said, joking. Rach smiled at me.

“Can I compare?” She asked me, looking down to my shorts. “O.K., but I was super hard when I made that” I said, leaning back, and pulling off my shorts.

“Let’s see” Rach said, putting the dildo next to my cock. “You need some help to measure up” she said, grabbing my cock with her free hand.

I pulled off her shirt, as she worked my dick. She seemed fascinated; watching my semi-hard cock grow as she stroked it, looking back and forth between me and my doppel-cock.

After a minute, Rach said “There, perfect.” And smiling, leaned down, and kissed the tip of my cock.