My favorite color is blue. It always has been, for as long as I can remember. My eyes are blue. Girls I’ve been attracted to have blue eyes. My car is blue. I wear blue jeans a lot. Blue was always the one color that jumped out at me, more vivid than all the others.
I was a teenager before I had an eye test and learned that I was the proud owner of a severe case of red-green colorblindness. When I learned that, everything started to make more sense. Blue always stood out to me because it’s one of the only colors I can really see.
When you have a color deficiency like mine, most colors blend and look kind of the same. I can’t see shades or appreciate color like most people. Red-brown-orange-green and variations thereof tend to run together. For example, at a traffic light, the red and yellow look the same and the green is a washed-out gray. And if there is a red stop sign in front of a green tree, forget about it, to my eyes it isn’t even there.
I remember when we would play baseball when I was a kid. If a grass-stained ball got fouled off into the weeds or the woods and I went to look for it, I could search for twenty minutes and never find it…it blended right in with the foliage…while another kid would saunter over and pick it right up. It would be in front of me and I couldn’t see it. I also stepped in a lot of dog shit that the other kids would see and step around.
Most of my clothes were blue, especially if I picked them out, because I couldn’t match any other colors. I occasionally would get barrels of laughs from my friends with my creative clothing combinations. When my sister or parents gave me clothes as a gift, it was usually in matched sets.
My older sister has always been a very attractive and popular girl. When I was still in grade school I remember a steady stream of boys calling her on the phone and coming to the house to pick her up. Some of my buddies liked to come over to our house hoping to get a glimpse of her. She was four years older—quite a gap when you’re a kid—but as soon as I was old enough to appreciate the opposite sex, I could appreciate my sister Cindy. I was proud of her. She was hot.
Cindy was the whole package. Slim, medium height, ample bosom, nice butt, long blond hair and bright blue eyes. Her body would turn heads and she knew how to dress. She had a pair of tight blue denim shorts that hugged her ass like shrink wrap, and when she’d wear them with a halter or a tube top it was hard to look away. She also had a bit of a wild streak.
When Cindy was nineteen years old she started seeing a biker named Jimmy. He was always cool with me but our parents didn’t care for him right from the get-go. He was uncouth and very rough around the edges. He came from a lower-class, fatherless home, had poor manners and could be rather flip and disrespectful to people without even realizing it. Whatever attracted Cindy to Jimmy is anybody’s guess; maybe she was just being rebellious. But he’d zoom up to the house on his Harley and Cindy would hop on the back and off they’d go.
Sometimes she’d be back the same night and other times she’d be gone for days. Our parents were not secretive about their feelings about Jimmy, which probably made Cindy more determined to see him. I think they were hoping the relationship would run its course and then Cindy would find a decent man to settle down with. But all of that went out the window when Cindy got herself knocked up.
In those days, in our family, there was only one choice: They were going to get married. Jimmy started hemming and hawing, saying how he wasn’t ready and he was too young to get married and all that, but my old man put him straight pretty damn quick. Jimmy was going to marry Cindy, that’s all there was to it. And that’s what happened.
There was a hastily-arranged wedding and a half-ass reception, and Cindy and Jimmy were husband and wife with a baby on the way. I helped them move into a shabby row house in the city. I was only over there a couple times after that; it was pretty depressing. It was in a shady neighborhood and the style of furniture and décor was what I would describe as ‘Early Poverty’.
I was a senior in high school when their baby was born, a beautiful little girl they named Rachel. Those next few years I was away at college and didn’t see Cindy or Jimmy or my niece hardly at all, just when I was home for Christmas. But my mother kept me updated on their marriage. It was rocky from the start. They would fuss and fight and money was tight. They’d have a blowout and Jimmy would ride off on his bike and disappear for days at a time. My Mom and Cindy sat side-by-side every Sunday morning singing in the church choir so she got the scoop every week. Cindy was trying to keep the marriage together for the sake of Rachel. I think that they really did care for one another but that Jimmy was just too immature to live up to his responsibility for any length of time.
I went to college on the five year plan. I had changed my major in my sophomore year from engineering to computer science and needed some summer Bayrampaşa Escort classes and two extra semesters to graduate. My parents came to the university for my graduation ceremony and took me out to dinner afterwards to celebrate. I would be starting a new job in three weeks.
It was during dinner when my mother broke the news to me that Cindy and Jimmy had separated. She had taken Rachel and left him, and they were currently staying with my parents until she could move into her new place.
“She’s rented a small house,” my mother told me. “It’s a three bedroom, but I’m afraid that things will be awfully tight for her financially. She will need to find a roommate.”
“Hopefully her deadbeat husband will pay her some money for child support!” my father chipped in.
When I got to my parent’s house the next day I saw Cindy for the first time in almost six months. She wore jeans and a white t-shirt and she looked great. The last few times I’d seen her I could sense the stress she was under. But she seemed better now, more relaxed. She hugged me when I came in the door and kissed my cheek. I put my arms around her and hugged her for the first time in a long time. Rachel was a pretty little angel. Blond and blue like her mommy, with a big smile.
At dinner the night before with my parents the suggestion had come up that perhaps I could rent a room from Cindy in her new house for a while to help her out financially. That sounded good to me. I’d be starting a new job soon and would have to get a new place anyway. I certainly wasn’t going to live at home. And it would give me an opportunity to help out my sister and get to know my niece a little better. So the plan was that I would take Cindy and Rachel out for pizza and broach the subject at that time.
“Who wants pizza?” I said to Rachel after Cindy and I had chatted for a while.
Rachel was ecstatically in favor of the idea. Cindy looked at her watch. It was a little early for dinner but what the hell?
“Really, Hugh?” she said to me. “You want to go out for pizza?”
“Sure, why not! My treat. This big first-grader looks hungry and I could eat a small horse!” I said, patting Rachel’s head. “And you’re looking kind of thin, Cindy,” I added, pinching her slim waist. “Might need to fatten you up a little. Besides, we have a lot of catching up to do!”
I drove the three of us to a local pizza parlor about a mile from the house. Cindy and I ordered a large pizza, a pitcher of beer for us and a big Coke for Rachel. She asked me about college and she briefly filled me in on what had been happening in her life. She was careful not to mention Jimmy or the separation; we could talk about that later. But she talked enthusiastically about the new home they would soon be moving to, and described it room by room.
“You know Cindy, I start a new job in three weeks and I will need to find a place. I can’t live with Mom and Dad for very long, I’d go bonkers. Would you consider renting a room to me?”
“To you? Really?”
“Sure, why not? Mom said you might be looking for a roommate and I need to find a place anyway. I’ll be working soon, and we’d be helping each other out. And if it doesn’t work, I’ll leave.”
“Why wouldn’t it work?”
“No reason it shouldn’t. We lived together growing up so we should be able to do it again, don’t you think?”
“Did Mom put you up to this? I don’t want you to do it because she asked you to.”
“No, she just happened to mention that you might be looking to rent out the extra room, that’s all,” I said. “And I need to find a place anyway.”
Cindy turned to Rachel and said, “Would you like have Uncle Hugh live in our house, honey?”
Rachel nodded enthusiastically with her mouth full of pepperoni.
“Well, it works for me if it works for you,” she said. “Thank you. First of the month can’t come soon enough.”
“Okay, good, that’s a load off my mind.”
“Mine too, plus now I have some free labor to help me move. But right now I need to go to the Little Girl’s Room.”
Cindy rose from her chair, turned, and I watched her walk to the restroom. Her ass looked fine inside her tight jeans and her thin t-shirt was tucked in snugly showing off her firm chest. My new roommate may have been my sister, but I had to admit she looked pretty damn hot.
A couple weeks later we moved in. I asked my old friend Leon to help. Leon is a six foot six, very physical black dude and we had both played on our high school basketball team together. He had a truck, which we needed, plus I thought he might come in handy if Jimmy decided to give Cindy any shit when we went to pick up her stuff at his row house. But we were lucky. Jimmy wasn’t even there, he must have been out cruising somewhere. Cindy let us in with her key, and we loaded her stuff onto the truck and drove off. We had to make a couple runs from our parents’ house too, moving clothing, furniture, beds and cartons full of numerous odds and ends.
It was dinnertime by the time we were all moved in and everything Bayrampaşa Escort Bayan was in its place. It was a Friday and Leon didn’t have plans for the evening so we invited him to stay for dinner and hang out for a while. Rachel was spending the weekend with her grandparents while we settled in and set up house.
I went out and picked up some take-out food and some beer and wine. When I got back Cindy and Leon were unloading boxes of kitchen items and storing them in the cabinets. Leon and I hit the beers immediately and Cindy drank wine, and over the next couple of hours we all got half-lit. Then we ate the food and drank some more. Leon and Cindy seemed to be laughing a lot.
We were all pretty tired from the active day and the drinks, so we started fading pretty soon after that. First Cindy said she was turning in and left to go get ready for bed. Leon was in no shape to drive so I fetched him a pillow and some blankets so he could crash on the couch. Then I went to bed, which was a bare mattress on the floor. I’d decided I would put the beds together tomorrow.
I quickly nodded off, but it was a brief, fitful sleep. I woke up around midnight to go to the bathroom and get a drink of water. I heard noises coming from inside the master bedroom at the end of the hall. I looked in the living room and the sofa was empty. I stood outside the closed bedroom door and heard a low chorus of moans and groans and a steady, wet smacking from inside. I listened for a little while and there was no mistaking Leon’s guttural grunts and Cindy’s murmuring responses to his thrusts.
I was cursing under my breath when I went back to my bedroom and closed the door. I was pissed off. It was nice of Leon to help us move, but where does he get off thinking he could fuck my sister as a bonus? I was seething—I don’t know why I was so mad, but I was—and I didn’t like the visual of Leon stabbing his licorice stick in and out of my sister. Cindy was vulnerable, separated from her husband, just moving into a new home with her little girl, and Leon takes advantage like that. I steamed for a while before finally falling back to sleep.
I woke up early with a headache. I was hoping Leon would be gone, and he was. I didn’t want a confrontation with him. I took a shower and some aspirin and then started rummaging through the kitchen for coffee, of which there was none. I drove to a convenience store and bought two large coffees and some breakfast biscuits. When I got back to the house Cindy was standing against the kitchen counter in her robe. Her hair was wet from the shower.
“I got us some coffee and biscuits,” I said, as I put them on the table.
“Thanks, Hugh. I can use some coffee and biscuits. I’m hungry after what turned out to be a pretty wild night. I’m not used to drinking a whole bottle of wine!”
“Yeah, it looks like it was a wild night in more ways than one.”
“Huh?” Cindy said.
“For you and Leon,” I said.
“Oh,” she said, laughing. “Yes, that was unexpected.”
“Why did you do it?”
“You know. Why did you have to fuck him?”
“Well, that’s getting a little personal isn’t it?”
“Cindy, I asked him to help us move, not to come put the moves on my sister.”
Cindy crossed her arms and glared at me. “Oh, come on, I can’t believe you. What nerve you have. And for your information, I seduced him!”
“You did? Why?”
“Why? Because I felt like it, that’s why, not that it’s any of your business. And because I had a little too much to drink. And because I have needs. And because I was horny. Anything else? Jesus Christ, Hugh, why are you so upset? You sound like you’re jealous.”
“Oh, fuck it,” I said, and left the house. I drove around and gradually cooled off and I really couldn’t put a finger on why I was reacting the way I was. I filled my day with meaningless activities until I felt it was safe to go back to the house with my tail between my legs.
I stopped to pick up some sandwiches on the way home. When I entered the house I noticed that Cindy had decorated and arranged the furniture and it really looked like a home. I took the sandwiches into the kitchen to put them in the refrigerator. Cindy had stocked the kitchen with staples and there was a pot of soup on the stove. I felt like a heel because she’d worked hard all day while I was out sulking.
Cindy’s bedroom door was slightly ajar so I lightly knocked and looked in. She was wearing a thin, white silky robe and was reclined on her bed with her back against a pile of pillows, reading a book. The TV was not hooked up yet. There was a scented candle burning on the nightstand. Cindy looked up at me but didn’t say anything.
“Can we talk for a minute?” I asked.
“Sure,” she said and closed the book.
I walked over and sat on the edge of the bed.
“The house looks great,” I said. “You did a good job. It looks like you did a lot of work today.”
“Not too bad,” she said with a shrug.
“Look Cindy, I’m sorry. I don’t want to fight. Escort Bayrampaşa I was so wrong, completely out of line. I behaved like an ass. I don’t know why I reacted that way. I’m just over-protective of my big sister, I guess.”
“It’s okay, Hugh. It was wrong, I shouldn’t have done it. But I was drunk and horny. It had been a while.”
“Well, I hope it was worth it,” I said.
“I just needed to get off.”
I slid close and hugged her. She put her arms around me and squeezed me tight.
“Sometimes I get lonely,” she said softly as we hugged.
When we broke from the hug she looked in my eyes and asked, “Will you stay and hold me for a little while?”
“Of course,” I whispered, and moved in beside her on the bed. As I put my arm around her she scooted down and our heads rested on the pillows. She snuggled closer and pulled my arm more tightly around her so my hand was just below her arm pit. Her head was on my shoulder.
We lay there for a while in silence, our bodies touching from top to bottom. My cheek was flush with the top of her head. I could smell the scent of strawberry shampoo in her hair and could feel the gentle swaying of her upper body as she inhaled and exhaled. Every so often she would sigh and change her position ever-so-slightly, and would nestle closer. After several of these subtle movements her left breast was resting in the palm of my left hand, and her fingers were splayed on my stomach and would rise and fall with my breath.
I didn’t want to move my hand, but it took all of my will power to restrain it from trying to cop a more comprehensive feel. Her tit felt firm and smooth through the thin fabric but I dared not proceed to the point of doing something I’d regret. This was my sister, as well as my new roommate, and I didn’t want to screw things up.
But of course, after a few more apprehensive minutes, I couldn’t resist. I shifted my body and damn, wouldn’t you know it, my left hand shifted too and my whole hand then surrounded and cushioned her glorious breast. I gently massaged it and Cindy let out a peep of a moan and thrusted her tit deeper into my hand. I felt her nipple stiffen in my grasp and her fingers began to wander over my abdomen.
I kissed the top of her head and lightly caressed her arm with my other hand. We went on like this for many minutes: My hand kneading her yearning breast, my right hand stroking her arm and brushing her bosom, and the occasional kiss on her head. I became bolder and ran my hand along her thigh just inches from what I imagined was one sweet pussy.
Then, unexpectedly Cindy let out a loud, breathy sigh, lifted and turned her head and placed her lips to mine and we kissed. And we kissed and kissed and kissed.
I slid down so we were face-to-face. Her tongue was delving into the reaches of my mouth and I sucked her into me. It was the longest sustained kissing session I had ever experienced, and it went on and on and on. My dick felt like a lead pipe between my legs. I slipped my hand under the bottom of her robe and clutched her naked ass.
As we continued our marathon kiss, our tongues never stopped dancing as I moved more onto my side and Cindy more onto her back. I loosened the sash and opened her robe, her slim, sexy body naked underneath. My thumb and forefinger tinkered with her rigid nipple before I slid my hand down across her flat belly to her sultry pussy and slipped two fingers into her. Her hand found my groin and she rubbed my bloated bone.
After a number of strokes through the fabric of my shorts, her fingers started fumbling with the snap and zipper. She opened my pants and took my hot, swollen rod into her hand. She stroked me up and down while we put the finishing touches on our lip-lock.
When our lips finally parted Cindy smiled and planted a final, dainty kiss on the tip of my nose, like a cherry on top of a delicious dessert. Then she moved down, shoved my shorts to my knees, and wrapped her lips around my anxious cock. I moaned with pleasure and raised my groin to her face. I took off my shirt and tossed it aside.
She fondled my ripened walnuts as she sucked me, taking more and more cock into her mouth with each bob of her head. I fingered her hair and massaged her scalp and I watched with wonder as my swelled shaft slid in and out of her mouth.
Cindy was into it, she seemed to really like giving head. And she was good at it, I’ll give her that. Up and down, she lipped and tongued my dick from the tip to its base. She gagged slightly when my full length reached up into her throat, but that didn’t slow her down. She rotated my balls in her fingers and squeezed my ass hard with her other hand, roiling my sperm and coaxing it upward.
I gently swung my tough meat into her, fucking her pretty face, eager to shoot my thick liquor deep into her beckoning mouth.
She sensed when I was nearing my ejaculation. She half-moaned, half-hummed as she sucked me harder and faster and she scrunched my stony balls and butt in her nimble hands. I screeched and held her head in my hands when I came, shaking violently as her mouth remained plastered around my cock and absorbed spurt after spurt of my stored-up cum. Once my quivers were quelled her head rose up and my satisfied cock reappeared from within. I put my mouth on hers and plunged my tongue into her cum-filled mouth and she swallowed as we kissed.