Back Rub for Julia - Sex Stories

Back Rub for Julia

... inches of him walked in the door. I always wanted to be even taller than he was, but I seriously doubt that I will grow any taller than my current height of 6'3". I guess that I have a little too much of my mother in me. My mom, like Katie, is only a couple of inches over five feet. "Kids, we have an emergency at home." I hate to admit it to myself, but deep down inside, I was relieved at this news. Thank god. He didn't know about our incestuous relationship. "Your great aunt Barbara is in the hospital, and it doesn't look good." I could tell by my dad's grave expression that he was very worried. "Is there anything that we can do to help out, dad?" Katie's voice was appropriately concerned, but I knew that she didn't like my dad's aunt any better than I did. She was always overly critical of my sister, and it was plain that Julia was definitely her favorite niece. Nothing that my sister did was good enough for Aunt Barbara, at least in comparison to Julia's accomplishments. Fortunately, the two girls were so incredibly close to each other that no amount of favoritism, or discrimination could separate them. I hated the way she tried to play the girls against each other since we were little kids, so I never really liked her much either. Don't get me wrong, I didn't want anything bad to happen to her. After all, she was still family. Call me selfish, but I hated the idea of cutting the best week of my life short because of her poor health. My sister's eyes were locked onto ...

... mine, and I could tell that she knew what was about to happen as well as I did. It was totally stupid, but I just felt an acute sense of dread. It was like the bond that Katie and I had formed with each other might vanish at the end of this vacation. It was a stupid thought, because this wasn't a fairy tale, this was real life, and real love. I was in love with my sister, and she returned my feelings with, if anything, a greater intensity. She claimed to have been in love with me for years; my love for Katie was incredibly strong, but my realization of those feelings was only a few days old. I had no rational explanation for the inexplicable sense of dread that I was experiencing, but I knew that I didn't want this vacation to end. "No, Kitten," my dad said gently, "it's all up to the Lord now." He sighed, and I prepared for him to drop the bomb. "We need to talk about the arrangements for our trip, though." Here it comes. "The way that I see it, we have two choices. Either we can all pack up tonight, and we can all leave early tomorrow morning, or Jack can drive your mother and I into town tonight, and we can get a rental car. You kids can finish your vacation time, and drive home on Sunday, like we originally planned." This was certainly not what I expected, and by the size of Katie's eyes, she hadn't anticipated this development, either. My dad was offering us two entire days of unsupervised freedom. The possibilities were endless. Katie nodded her head almost imperceptibly. ...