Derek and Danielle
Disclaimer: This story is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
As well, this work of fiction depicts sexual activities between teenagers, siblings and otherwise. As such it may be illegal to view this story where you live, and you should cease reading at this point if that is the case.
The sprawling residential neighborhood was a great place to jog around, Derek had observed when he first started. Not a lot of traffic, nice houses, people who didn't really care if a teenager was exercising by running around. He remembered his friend Rick lived about a fifteen-minute walk away near where a small commercial district began, and planned his route to swing by there.
He came up to the well-kept split-level house, and saw Rick's dad was outside, repainting the garage door. He said, "Hey, Mr. Harlan. What happened to your door?"
The older man put his paint roller down and stood up, rubbing his back. He smiled and said, "Hi there, Derek." He gestured at the garage door and said, "I accidentally backed into it – scraped some of the paint off the wood and chipped it. I put in a little epoxy, let it dry and then sanded it down, and now I'm just painting over so the color's back to normal."
Impressed, Derek replied, "Huh. Hey, is Rick in?"
Mr. Harlan nodded. "Should be. He was talking about doing some running, actually."
Derek grinned. "A good time, then. Thanks!"
He rushed up to the solid oak front door and rang the doorbell. Soon, the door opened, revealing Rick, who was wearing a T-shirt and cargo pants. The other teen smiled. "Hey. Doin' some running?"
"Yeah. Wanna come?"
"Like five minutes ago! Lemme just get my gear on. C'mon inside. You better get some sunscreen, too. It's still pretty bright for being around the middle of September."
They went into Rick's room, where Rick found a bottle of suntan lotion and tossed it to Derek before he pulled his shirt off. Derek took his loose tank top off and began applying the lotion to his upper body, but couldn't quite get his back. Feeling a bit funny about it, he admitted, "Rick? I need your help with my back."
Even though he was prepared for it, he still had to avoid making pleased noises as he felt Rick's hand expertly spread the lotion all over his back. That done, Rick stepped away and began applying it to himself as much as he could before he handed the bottle to Derek and said, "Your turn."
A bit nervous, Derek tried to keep from thinking back to that night after he and Rick had left the swimming pool. He carefully spread lotion over Rick's muscular back, trying not to think about how warm Rick's skin felt. When he was done, he said, "Finished."
Rick's eyes had a slight glassy look to them, but that faded quickly as Rick carefully put on a loose-fitting tank top, put on some older running shoes and then changed into some jogging pants. He said, "I'm still breaking in the new shoes; you'll see 'em at school."
Derek, in turn, tried to keep his own tank top from sticking to him as he joined Rick by the front door. As Rick put his hand on the handle, he leaned in and quietly said, "You wanna… do something later?"
Derek felt all the blood rush to his penis. He said, "Let's just play it by ear, okay?" and tried not to let his pants tent out. Please, anything. Think about a tree, a cloud, something…
"No problem." He chuckled and confessed, "I've been kinda horny since we… y'know. S'ok, though, I can take care of it myself if we decide not to."
Derek nodded. Rick opened the door, and the two boys began their jogging.
It soon got competitive, as Derek would put on an extra spurt of speed, only for Rick to catch up. The racing game hardened into seriousness, and before long, Derek's entire focus was on just catching up – overtaking – falling behind a fraction – recovering his lead, over and over as the two boys raced neck and neck on the side of the road as they went round the neighborhood.
The boys finally had to call a halt as they passed by a small communal park. Tired and dragging, they collapsed on the cool grass under a tree and stared up at the sky, breathing hard.
"Ugh," said Derek. "I'm outta shape. I'm gasping like an old man!"
"Sure, whatever. Fuck you, we've been going for like, forty-five minutes. We must have been around the neighborhood at least twice, maybe more." Rick turned his head to look Derek in the eye. He tapped Derek briefly on the chest with the back of his hand. "Even relays aren't anywhere near that long in school races."
Derek conceded the point. He just really wanted to make the track team next week. If he was too slow, he wasn't going to make the cut. He felt a breeze waft across him, and sat up. He peered at Rick and said, "Maybe we should do some more upper body training, too. Not much, 'cause being too bulky would suck, but you already complimented my chest once, so…" He wiggled his eyebrows.
Rick laughed and sat up as well. "You'd have to remind me, wouldn't you? Yeah, I guess we should. I checked out the universal gym at our new school. Looks pretty good; we might be able to get time on it if we get permission from the P.E. teacher."
"Oh, hey. I got my date with Sara tomorrow," remarked Derek.
"Awesome!" Rick high-fived Derek. "She's pretty cute. And I do mean that this time."
"Oh, now my sister isn't good enough, huh?" Derek had to work to keep the smirk off his face.
Rick whined, "Oh, come on. That's not fair. I answer yes or no, either way you still get to be all like 'I defend my sister's honor' and shit."
Derek laughed. "Sorry, man. I couldn't resist kinda trolling you there."
"Whatever. Anyway, you wanna head back? It's only eleven AM, so we could hang out for a while?"
"That'd be great. You got that new Wii, didn't you?"
Rick nodded. "I can show you a couple games. It's pretty cool."
The boys got back up off the ground and walked back to Rick's house. "Where're you gonna take her, you think?" inquired Rick.
"Oh, Sara, you mean? Well, you know Danielle's friends with her, so she told me a little secret. Sara likes this one restaurant – the Olive Garden, I think? So I'll buy her lunch there."
"Cool." Rick didn't seem that enthused, so Derek said, "Hey. We'll still hang out and stuff, okay? Just maybe not as much as we used to."
"I guess. It's just… I feel like I want to date a guy, but I don't exactly know anyone at the school yet, y'know? Even though this isn't some hick small town, it's not like people go around waving big signs saying 'look at me, I'm so gay', or whatever," Rick pointed out.
Derek shrugged. "Can't help you much there."
"Don't worry about it. It's on me, not you."
By now they were about halfway back to Rick's place, and the remainder of the walk was in silence, with the noises of the occasional car, plus lawnmowers or lawn sprinklers being the only accompaniment.
"I'm bored," groaned Derek as he lounged on the couch in the small spare room in Rick's house, watching Rick play Need for Speed: Carbon.
Rick, seated on the floor near the couch, looked over at him and said, "Here, you want the controller back? It's probably close to your turn anyway."
"Nah," replied Derek. "We've been going back and forth on that for like an hour now."
"Well, what about another game? I dunno, we could bring out the old Dreamcast and play, well – we'd have to look." Rick grinned and shifted to look at Derek. "Or we could… y'know."
"Shit, I kinda want to, Rick," admitted Derek. "But I better get my homework done so my parents don't keep me from dating Sara. Ya know?" Derek hoped Rick would understand, and maybe they could get together some other time.
Rick sighed, but stood up and extended his hand out to Derek to pull him off the couch. "All right, buddy. Call me later or something?"
Derek said, "You know it." He gave Rick a friendly clap on the shoulder. "Thanks for running with me today. If I have time, wanna do some more tonight?"
"I'll let you know, all right?"
The boys left the spare room and went to the front door of the house. Derek put his shoes back on, and made sure he had his house keys. "'Kay. Got everything. See ya." He extended his hand for a fist bump, then left to go home.
To Derek's surprise, his parents were gone again. He found Danielle vegging in the living room, watching a TV show. He said, "Where'd Mom and Dad go on a Saturday?"
Danielle looked as mystified as he felt. "Beats me. They woke up while you were gone and said they were going to meet some consultant, I think? Whatever. Anyway they left about a half hour ago."
Deciding to take the opportunity before they lost their chance, Derek said, "Can you shut that off for a sec? I'd like to talk some more."
Danielle nodded, and pushed the button on the remote. She patted the couch next to her. "Have a seat."
She pushed a stray strand of hair behind her ear as she waited for Derek to sit down. In the past, he would have just flopped down and not worried, but now he had to try and gauge what would be best. If he sat at the other end, she might think he didn't think it was that important. But if he sat so close their bodies would be in contact, they might get distracted.
Finally, he settled on sitting down about a half a foot away from his sister.
Taking a deep breath, Derek said, "You remember that 'no secrets' thing?"
"Okay. Listen, you know me and Rick? We were swimming, right?" Danielle nodded. Derek admitted, "Um, me and Rick, we jerked each other off in the change room after. It was our first time."
Danielle seemed kind of fascinated. "So you're, like, bi?"
"I think so. I mean, I'm attracted to—" he hesitated, then managed to say, "—to you, and you're a girl, but I kinda liked touching Rick, you know?"
"Huh. Well, I've never touched anyone except myself, or, well… you. And I totally mean that," said Danielle firmly.
"Thanks. Uh, listen, about tomorrow – what should I do when I meet Sara for lunch? Like… be all Mr. Suave or something?"
Danielle shook her head. "No, don't try that. She's already met you and talked to you, remember? Just be yourself. Get to know her some more. After lunch spend some time doing, whatever, something she likes."
"What if… you know?" asked Derek a bit anxiously.
Danielle reached out and put her arm around Derek's shoulders, pulling him closer. "Look. Don't worry about that yet. She might want to kiss you, but other than that, I seriously doubt she's gonna want to bang you on the first date."
Derek admitted his fears were probably overstated.
"If it helps, Der? Think of me as kind of practice. We can learn about this kind of stuff with each other. Like, if you wanted to make out with me? Hell, yeah."
Derek couldn't help his nervous laugh, even as his hands started shaking at the thought of how good that would probably feel. He took a deep steadying breath and looked Danielle in the eyes. "I was kind of jumping ahead when I talked about pregnancy, but… seriously, what if I wanted to do… it… with you?"
"Then we will. But I think we should wait a while, yeah?"
Danielle smiled tenderly, running her fingers through Derek's hair. "This is what I mean about really talking to and with each other. If we wanna keep doing this, it's gonna be hard enough keeping it a secret without being able to lean on each other."
Derek leaned in for a kiss, gently and slowly kissing Danielle. He put his hand on her leg, feeling the muscle there from her training for volleyball. After they broke the kiss, Derek said, "Mind if I take you up on that making-out thing sometime later?"
Danielle grinned. "Sure. You got something you need to do now?"
Derek sighed. "Yeah, I should probably get my homework done. That way Mom won't give me a hard time when I ask for some money for lunch tomorrow."
"'Kay. Get your ass on upstairs, then, huh?" Danielle punctuated that with a small punch to Derek's leg, who naturally had to punch back as lightly, which quickly led to the two siblings laughing as they fought playfully, occasionally managing to grab each other's fists to block the punches.
Eventually, the game ended with Danielle managing to give Derek a noogie as her promised revenge for her hair-ruffling. When she released him from the headlock, he whined, "Ow, come on!"
"Don't be a kid, Derek, C'mon, it wasn't that bad, was it?'
He stood and confessed, "Well, no, I guess."
"G'wan then. Get some homework done. I'll write down all the stuff you should know for where to take Sara."
With that, Derek went upstairs to his bedroom and began concentrating on his English homework.
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