Blooming Flowers

Reuploaded because I messed up the chapter structure.

'I spend a lot of time in the shower lately', you muse silently as you wash yourself. With the water streaming down on your back, you let yourself relax, enjoying the hot sensation of the droplets hitting your skin. You stay there for a while, staring up at the ceiling, zoning out.

Crystal had already cleaned herself and was then pulled to the side by Lisa for some 'Mother-and-Daughter talk', as she put it. Which leaves you here alone, in peace, lathering your body with soap, washing away the sweat and cum from the sex with Crystal. Your butt is aching lightly, but it's a pleasant kind of feeling; a gentle reminder of your romp with Crystal earlier.

She was... cute. Energetic, nervous, sexy. You had meshed, body and soul, and a new presence has nestled itself into your heart. A sister. A lover. A friend. With a content smile on your face, you bask in the fuzzy warmth, both inside and out.

After your shower, you step out of the bathroom, drying yourself with a towel. In the bedroom, you get dressed again in a t-shirt and boxers, then walk back down to the living room. There, you see Lisa and Crystal sitting at the table, a bottle of white wine between them, which you recognize as one of Lisa's favorites. They seem to be in deep conversation about something.

As you approach, they look up at you simultaneously, then Lisa shooes you off with a wave of her hand. "Give us an hour or so, sweetie," she tells you, smiling warmly. "We're talking girl stuff."

"Oh, okay." You reply, then roam around the house aimlessly for a bit before sitting down on the front porch in front of the house. There's a small garden, with a beautiful rose bush near the steps leading up to the house that Lisa is extremely proud of. The smell of fresh roses fills the air, calming you instantly. Sitting down in a deck chair, you take out your phone and unlock it. You spend a while just browsing through social media sites, answering some messages of friends that ask what's going on.

After a while, your ears pick up the sound of an approaching bike. Glancing up from your phone, you can see Sarah's green bicycle approaching the house, and she pedals up the driveway leisurely, getting off the bike when she reaches the stairs. Her head hangs low, and her shoulders are slumped. It's rare to see your sister, who is usually the firecracker of the family, in a sad mood.

"Sarah, what happened? What's wrong?" You ask, rising to your feet and walking over to her quickly. She looks up at you slowly, her face expressionless.

"Hey, bro." She replies softly, then leans in for a hug. You wrap your arms around her tightly, holding her close. "Girls suuuuck. That's all." She murmurs against your shoulder.

"You mean your friends? Why? What did they do?" You ask, giving her a gentle squeeze.

She sighs. "I was four sentences into sharing how summer camp was, and they straight up told me that they wanted to know about that 'hot piece of first-class fuckmeat' brother I have. If he has a girlfriend. If I could make introductions. If his ass really is that big." She explains bitterly.

Ouch.

"Damnit," you whisper, not quite sure what to say. "And... what did you tell them?"

"I was appalled and told them to stop, but they kept on pestering me." She pauses for a moment. "Eventually, I got angry. I might have said some things I'm pretty sure you can go to jail for."

You hold her, stroking her back tenderly. "Thanks for standing up for me. I appreciate it." You let go of her again slowly, looking into her eyes. "Do you need anything?"

She shakes her head slowly. "How do boys deal with this shit on a daily basis?" She asks exasperatedly, ignoring your question entirely. "It must be exhausting!"

You chuckle. "By growing a thick skin and hoping that they get bored eventually. You know, the ironic part about it all is that boys are just as horny as girls. I think if girls would ease off of us a little, they'd be surprised how eagerly we'd come forward on our own."

"Like you did?" Sarah asks, somewhat taken aback by how relaxed you are about the whole situation.

"Yes, like I did. I made the move on Mom, not her. It wasn't **** upon me." You pause for a moment, giving her a smile. "Neither did I have to give you and Crystal a handjob, or you a blowjob this morning. I did it because I wanted to. Because you didn't push me. And because I love you."

She stares at you, wide-eyed, taking in your words. Slowly, a smile spreads across her lips. Then, she suddenly hugs you tightly, holding onto your waist, resting her head on your chest.

"You rock, Doug. Best brother ever. You hear me? The best." Sarah whispers softly. "Screw those so-called friends. They're assholes. I've got Mom and Crystal, and you."

You chuckle, lean in to kiss the top of her head gently, then wrap your arms around her shoulders again. You stay like this for a while, enjoying each other's company.

Finally, you pull away again. "Come on, let's go inside. Dinner will be ready soon."

She smiles at you, her usual chaotic energy returning to her face. "Sweet!" She exclaims enthusiastically, and together, you step up the stairs to the house.

"Oh, and Sarah?" You ask without turning around, hand on the door handle.

"Hmm?"

"Why don't you leave your bedroom door open tonight?"

"Eek! Y-yeah, okay!"