Back Rub for Julia - Sex Stories

Back Rub for Julia

... retarded fucking cunt. I should kick your ass for this." This voice sounded like it belonged to my sister. I wonder what she could be so mad about this early in the morning? I never even felt her get out of bed. The girl was like a ninja. "It's not my fault that you are a stupid bitch. I never told you that. You just assumed, and you know what happens when you assume, don't you?" This voice belonged to my cousin Julia. "I'm about to assume an ass kicking on you..." "Girls! Stop fighting! What's going on?" That was my mom. They must have been fighting even before I woke up in order to get my mother down to this end of the house. One of the reasons that were are able to get away with having sex is because of my parents' lackadaisical parenting style. They leave us alone, unless we are about to kill each other. I guess she was up early, and decided to find out what the commotion was all about. Sex could sound an awful lot like an argument, so I made a mental note to try and be a little more careful in the future. I heard some non-committal muttering from the girls, apparently they didn't want to tell my mom what they were fighting about. I hope that it wasn't over me. You can never tell what girls will argue about though. Girls are very strange. "I don't want to hear anymore of this arguing, girls. I don't want the rest of our vacation spoiled over your petty disagreements. Understood?" "Yes, Mom." "Yes, Aunt Lucy." The door closed, and I heard her footsteps go past my room. ...

... There was absolute silence next door. I wondered whether the girls were arguing in whispers, or if they were just being quiet. Hopefully it would all blow over in an hour or two. That would not prove to be the case. The girls gave each other the silent treatment for the entire day, only communicating with each other with a series of dirty looks, and icy stares. We didn't get any alone time that day, much to my disappointment. My parents piled us all in the car for a trip to the Great Lakes Shipwreck Museum. It would have been mildly interesting to me, but I was distracted because both the girls seemed to be giving me the cold shoulder. I expected them to be out of sorts with each other, but I didn't think that I had done anything to either of them. I asked Katie what I did to make her mad at me, and she replied that she wasn't angry at me, and that I should just drop the subject. I took the hint, and left them both alone for the remainder of the day. Dinner was a tense affair, with only my mother attempting to initiate any sort of conversation. As soon as I was able, I fled to the solace of my room. With all the unpleasantness of that day, I was tempted to lock the door. I decided that maybe one of the girls would like to talk, or maybe do something a little more sexually exciting. I figured that Katie might at least come in for her nightly back rub. I fell asleep waiting for her. I woke up with a tickle in my nose. It was my sister, the ninja's hair. The clock read 2 a.m. She ...