Sandy was 18, and only a couple months before she'd enroll in College, now that she'd finally received a confirmation letter, that made her happier than ever. As she remembered correctly, it was the hottest summer they'd had in Texas for years. With temperatures exceeding 100 degrees for several consecutive weeks, and crops getting dry. The source of water was always an issue at their farm, excessive drought made them ration as much as they could. All the water they could save was used to irrigate the crops so the Cheeks family could have some yield during coming harvest time, selling it at the market.
Their father made a strict schedule regarding the use of water inside the house, particularly higher volume, like taking a shower. The dry mud was everywhere around and regular afternoon wind gusts constantly kicked-up clouds of dust, blowing it everywhere around, landing on objects and people alike. She was helping-out Randy with unloading heavy bags filled with seeds for next season, their father had got a deal buying them off-season at a hell of a discount, and brought back a trailer full of them.
It was Saturday and they both wanted to be done with this exhausting chore as soon as possible. Randy was always trying to rival her, outperformed her no matter the cost. And Sandy would never shy away from proving her to be a tough person to beat. That day was no different- they both tried to outperform each other, carrying three and even four 15-pound bags of seeds at once, running to offload them in the barn, tripping, falling, cursing, taunting and laughing. They were done before lunchtime, heaving, and despretly trying to catch a breath, while both sweating under scorching sun. The usual gusts of wind were pleasantly cooling them, however sandblasting anything in it's pathway with particles of dust, grain and straws.
Randy was looking forward to meeting with couple of his peers a few miles away, over by the railroad bridge, crossing the stream with deep bottom, creating perfect spot for teenagers dare-jumping off the bridge into the water. Although it was safe, Sandy waved him with the rain-check promise. She hadn't had a shower for several days, and couldn't wait for her turn which happened to be that Saturday evening. Sandy went inside the house, asking her mom if she could take a shower earlier, and upon promise of being quick about it, she darted off upstairs to her room to get things ready.
Her attic room was stuffy and hot, she decided to open the lone window, covered with thin layer of, dust, airing it freely. The mildly warm water was just what she was hoping for- cleansing, and refreshing. All the muscles were sore from the work, and the water was doing wonders to relax the tense tendons. She'd love to stay under the stream of the shower much longer, however 6 minutes was pushing it. She didn't want to risk getting on their father's bad side wasting too much water, so she closed the tap shut, and wrapped herself in a comfy purple bathrobe, a gift from last Christmas. And so, Sandy put on her headphones and walked back upstairs to her room. She crashed on the bed right next to the window. The breeze was moving the beige curtain around, while the sun rays were heating up the bed, poking her into the eyes as the curtain moved.
The odd smell of tar somewhere outside didn't bother her much, she closed the eyes and unrolled the bathrobe, letting the sun shine on her whole body. She stretched her sore muscles on her legs and hands, sunbathing while listening to the tunes of her discman. She was caressing her fur on her hips and trying to massage the stomach muscles, while remembering random girl talk from the prom not long ago.
Some of the stories were spicy, she doubted most of the stories were true, however the fantasy could make it happen. She glided her hand past her hips and grazed her small patch of hair, growing from her pubic area. While she spaced out, she unwillingly started to play with a couple of them, reeling them on her fingers, and straightening them. She kept remembering the details the girls had said, trying to poke holes into the very credibility of such stories. The re-enacting let go of her fantasies as her right hand's thumb stopped playing and followed the wedge of her labia. Sandy was pretty prude, she masturbated merely q couple of times, always in the dark of her room, late at night. Until that day.
As the sibling girl waved Randy on his way to the stream, he unintentionally came through open shed, where his father, Dean, was busy fixing one of two water pumps that broke down days ago. "Din' I tell you to unload the bags off the trailer, boy?!"-Dean scolded his son, while licking the dust off his lips, spitting it like a chewing tobacco. Randy brushed the back of his head-
"Sandy helped me out, I got's it done... I mean-we-" while trying his best not to maintain eye contact with his irritated father.
"Oh-did she?!" Dean shook his head in disbelief. "And you'se ..OK with gal doin' da work for ya, HUH?!" Randy didn't like the way the conversation was heading, starting to backing up towards the way he came from. "Now HOLD yer horses. I don't know where ya headin' and by the golly, I ain't interested to inquire of your wherabouts' " he dropped his heavy hand on Randy's shoulder -"But bear with me, son... since you'll that fast with chores and all..." leading him to a toolshed.
Randy was pissed. Instead of jumping off the bridge into the water, He was tasked fixing the awning on the side house where sun was shining, right next to Sandy's window. His father got a bucket of tar with his name mentally labeled on it, while pushing a big brush into his hand and told him to get the ladder to climb on that awning so he can tar the wood surface. Once done he should see him. Randy frustrated, was quietly mimicking his father's speech in sarcastic tone ,while carrying the rickety ladder to the ledge of awning –
"I gots to show you how to git it done-and done Right, boy. And for almighty's sake- don' break yer neck, y'hear?! ". He propped the ladder carefully without dinging the gutter on the ledge. "Needin' his help like a mosquito bite." He looked up and noticed Sandy opening the window, and disappeared inside her room without noticing him. He wanted to tell her how misfortune had befallen on him, but he thought at least she could enjoy her free time, chore free. He climbed up and put his head through the window, but her sister was gone, hearing her feet thundering downstairs. He thought he had to be the most unfortunate soul in 100-mile radius, while slowly started dabbing tar on the outer corners of the Awning, sitting. He's got the whole afternoon; He'll be damned if Dean's gonna teach him how to shingle.
Sandy started moving her pelvis in response with thrusts of her left-hand fingers, while cupping her left breast, occasionally gently squeezing her swollen nipple. Her heartbeat was racing once again, this time it wasn't the hard work, that made her breathing heavy. Her gasping became more and more labored; however any noise was muffled thanks to her earphones. The moment she curved one of two finger inside her, triggered the overwhelming wave of orgasm, the few convulsions made her arch, raising her back off the bed. She relaxed all the tense muscles and plopped back on the bed. After few seconds she slowly opened the eyes. At first, she noticed weird shadow pattern projected on the curtain. And then the shadow suddenly moved. She wanted to believe she imagined it, or maybe it was a breeze that moved the curtain, but there was no breeze, just the sun rays and that odd tar smell.
She propped herself on the bed, wiped her loins with the back of the hand. Sandy covered her naked body parts with the bathrobe and turned her head where she thought she saw the shadow move. A part of the silhouette blitzed past the curtain, followed by one loud thump and earth-shattering noise and vibration coming from the awning. The rumbling noise stopped as sudden as it started, second of silence, immediately followed by a thudding noise of a big mass landing on the dirt underneath. Sandy immediately discarded the earphones and looked outside her window, fighting the curtain. There was - her twin brother in the whirling dust, holding the tibia of his right leg and face in deformed agonizing pain.
She noticed how the first spots of blood started soaking the jeans where she guessed the fracture occurred. She disappeared into her room, putting on the first pair of panties she grabbed from her dresser, and then wrapped up into her bathrobe before raced downstairs likely just as fast as two years ago. It was mere seconds before she grabbed the first aid briefcase, conveniently placed on the rack next to staircase. Those seconds were more than enough for her synapses to figure out what happened, what her brother could possibly see, and the dread that Randy likely saw WAY more than she wanted to admit.
Sandy got to him first, with their mom in close tow. She knew what to do, being part of the high-school volunteers for 1st responders training about a year ago. She tore the jeans on Randy's leg as she asked mom to bring her the biggest mixing spoon she can find. She used her opportunity, to turn his head to face hers. She saw his face, but she cared little his suffering. She was dead-locked looking deep into his eyes- the admittance of his guilt, his shame- it was all there, with the terror, stronger than the anguishing pain from his broken leg. Sandy ripped the compressed bandage with her teeth, put the gauze on fracture, and used the wooden stirring spoon brought their gasping mother, utilizing it as a splint. His sister hadn't uttered a single word and she was looking deep into his eyes giving him the fiercest scorching stare, blinking at the fracture as she was bandaging it, piercing him with her glowing eyes. She knew that he's aware that he got made, yet she bandaged him way too rough and tighter than it was necessary, witnessing his pain. But Sandy also wanted to witness him the pain of HER humiliation she was feeling at that particular moment.
"Be careful, honey-" Her mom told to Sandy as she noticed how her daughter ripped the end of bandage and tied the ends with extra rough manner. At that time Randy heard his father cursing loudly as he rushed to them-
"What dit I tell YA about BREKING yer neck, boy!" Randy was still in pain but Sandy noticed the panicking look jumping from his father inspecting him and her eyeballing her. Part of her wanted to confront him for what a pervert he was, but she knew well what would be their hardass father's response. He took randy under his waist and helping him get in the back of their brat-up truck. Sandy watched the truck heading down the dirt road, leading to the tarmac road towards nearest town. As much as she despised his brother in the last few minutes, there was no way she would break his heart nor the unity of the Cheeks family.
-After Randy got his casting, he became very reclusive, and rarely talked to his sister, and despiter many guilty nights and his promise to seek her for forgiveness, every time when the rare occasion of the two being alone popped-up, he was unable to look into her eyes and bring it up. After two more months Sandy packed her belongings, and departed to college, leaving Randy behind, living with their parents, and the guilt of seeing her in the act of her own gratification.