Student Nurse Lessons Ch. 8

They awoke together, brother and sister, bodies still entwined, Sam’s leg tossed casually over Andy’s, Andy’s arm crossing his sister’s midriff in a possessive way. Sensing her brother waking seconds after her, she turned on the pillow and their gaze locked for long seconds before she spoke. “Any regrets?”

“Are you crazy? Absolutely not. But I’m glad we stopped when we did, Sam. What you did for me was fantastic,” he leaned into a kiss, “and if it ends here, if we don’t decide to go any further, you need to know that it was the most amazing thing I’ve ever felt.”

“Easy, bro,” and lowering her voice she shyly said “it was a hand job, Drew. To a lot of my friends at the hospital it doesn’t even count.”

“It counts for me, sis. It was amazing.”

“Well, let’s not forget about me; you didn’t even get to Heaven’s Gate on me and you had me cumming like a freight train, Drew. My god, I’m not sure I can ever look at a guy’s lips the same. Certainly not your lips, bro.” As she said this she could feel the tingling again in her breasts, felt her nipples becoming hard, erect, and felt the tingling descend to her pussy. “Seriously, Drew, we really need to think about this. We really need to think: do we want to do this again? I know, I think, I do, but is it right? Can we accept the consequences? We really need to talk.”

“I know, everything you say is true. We both have to think, we both have to decide. That’s the minimal responsibility for both of us.”

With that they arose and Andy gathered his clothes while Sam stripped the bed and folded it back into its couch arrangement. Andy scanned the room for evidence of the weekend’s events, found three condom wrappers, and recalled that either Julie or Sam had already disposed of the condoms. He sniffed, nodded to himself, and opened a window to air out the room, ridding it of its funky scent. He then went upstairs and showered, feeling the water changing from hot to cool as Sam began laundering sheets, towel, and miscellaneous and inculpatory clothes. As she did so she glanced at her watch and calculated the time before their parents’ expected return; ample time to wash, dry, and store the linens, she thought.

“Toast and eggs ok?” Andy asked as Sam entered the kitchen.

“Perfect. I’m famished.”

“Oh? And what did you do to work up an appetite?” At which she punched his arm lightly then hugged him from behind. “Seriously, Sam, whatever we decide we have to be super careful with Mom and Dad around. Mom’s like a seismograph; she reads signs we don’t even know we’re giving. She has always done that.”

“I know. No idea where this is going, Andy, but you’re right. It’s good I’m in residence at the hospital all week, but weekends will require real concentration, even if we decide, you know, that we’re not going anywhere with this.”

Their day progressed almost normally, each wondering if they’d ever have another ‘normal’ day. A few household chores, laundry finished by Sam, kitchen cleanup by Andy, a coffee date for Sam with friends and a baseball game on TV for Andy and, finally, Andy’s start to dinner for the family, ready on their parents’ return from the cottage.

As Andy prepared to drive Sam back to her residence their father interceded and announced “I’ll drive Sam back; I have hardly seen her in almost two weeks now. It’d be good to catch up.” Sam and Andy’s quick glance asked the same question: do they know anything? Do they suspect? It was their first frisson, passing up their spines.

When they had a second together, Sam gathering her things in her room, he came to her and quickly said “it’ll be good practise, Sam, we have to learn to act normally around them.”

Agreeing and giving him a quick, furtive kiss she said turned and left, telling him over her shoulder “see you Wednesday”.

Andy was glad it was exam time; studying enforced some distraction.