He stared at his sister exiting the pool, water dripping from her thin, tanned body It glistened on her stomach and legs, causing her bikini top to cling revealingly to her small breasts. It accentuated their soft curves, and the taut nipples peaked as the cool air hit them. Greg hated to admit it, but he was more aroused then he'd ever been in his life. His dick knew it as it hardened rapidly and strained against the confines of his shorts. Not that he needed his genitals to tell him what he already knew: his little sister was the hottest thing he'd ever seen.
This wasn't a new revelation by any stretch of the imagination. He'd known for what seemed like eternity now, but was in fact only a few years. Ever since puberty little Rachel had been quickly heading down the road to being the cutest girl in town.
At thirteen she already had grown men hitting on her. Not perverts, real men with normal urges and no desire to get into a little girl's pants. They couldn't be blamed. Even at the young age she had the body of a woman twice her age. The only way you could tell her age was to listen to her talk. She may have looked like a twenty-year-old sex goddess, but she still sounded like a kid; of course as the years went by that eventually changed. Her mind began to catch up with her body and by the age of eighteen she finally had the maturity to handle the gifts that genetics and God had endowed her with, and it showed.
Rachel radiated with confidence. She was charming. She was funny. She was the perfect girl. All the boys in her high school would've gladly done anything she asked if they thought they had even the slightest chance of getting into her panties.
Even some of Greg's friends had expressed their interest in his little sister. That all stopped once he busted a few heads; not that he didn't understand their desire. He understood it all too well. He couldn't count the times he'd cursed God for making him the brother of the only girl he really wanted in the whole world.
He was cursing God right now as he stared at Rachel as she wrapped the towel around her body and walked towards where he sat on the back porch. He wanted to look away, he really did, but he couldn't. Rachel just smiled at him as she kept walking closer until she finally reached the deck.
"Hey," she said in her usual cheery tone as she covered her eyes to block the glare of the late afternoon sun, "I thought you had to work."
"Um, I did," Greg said hoping she wouldn't notice the gigantic bulge in his trousers that just wouldn't die. He knew he should say more, but for the moment it just wouldn't come.
"And?" Rachel inquired as she sat down in the lounge chair across from him, still squinting.
"Here," Greg said as he pulled his sunglasses from his pocket and threw them gently at his sister. They landed squarely on her lap. "Put those on before you go blind."
"Thanks," Rachel said as she slipped the glasses on. She looked at Greg like she was trying to read his mind. She stared at him long and hard and then said something that almost made Greg believe she could. "Did you get fired again?"
"Yeah," he said quietly looking away from prying eyes.
"What'd you do this time? Punch out the boss? Get caught stealing?" She sounded more like his mother than his little sister. This was not unusual. Ever since their mother had run off to California to become a fucking star she'd been the woman of the house. Even after their dad remarried she'd kept the role. Not that their stepmother minded. She was more interested in partying than being a role model. No one had cried when she too ran off to god knows where. Now their father stuck to girlfriends and hookers; mainly hookers. Both of his children pretended not to notice.
"Neither," Greg said, feeling like a scolded child. He knew he deserved it, but that didn't make it any easier.
"What happened?" Rachel asked, mellowing her tone a bit trying to get him to answer. She loved her big brother more than anyone in the world and she knew him better than anyone as well. Yelling and bitching were not the way to get an answer out of Greg. Being calm but persistent worked so much better and had the benefit of not resulting in a broken limb or chair or whatever else got in his way. Not that he'd ever hurt her. She knew better than to poke the bear.
"I went into work high again and..." Greg started sheepishly and gestured his resignation with the waving of a hand.
"Damn it, Greg," Rachel said, then sighed. "You're lucky dad isn't here. He'd kill you."
"I know," Greg's voice was hollow.
"Why couldn't you just wait to smoke after you got off work?"
"I don't know. I just... I just... I didn't think they would notice, okay?"
"They noticed the first time, didn't they?" Rachel pressed him.
"Okay, you're right. I'm a fucking moron. Happy?" Greg asked, throwing up his hands in resignation. He looked at his sister and saw the sad look in her eyes through the amber of the sunglasses.
"You're not a moron, Greg," she said reassuringly as she stared into his eyes; "You just aren't trying hard enough. You're my big brother. I love you. I'm not trying to be mean, but come on, you're not a pothead. You're better than that."
"I know, Rachel," He said turning away from her deep gaze, "I just hated that fucking job. I hate all the shitty jobs I've had since I left school. This town is shit. I never should've let dad talk me into quitting."
"You should've taken that scholarship, and then you wouldn't have had to rely on Dad's fickle checkbook in the first place," Rachel said matter-of-factly. She wasn't trying to be mean and Greg knew it. If it had been anyone else talking to him right now he would've just walked away, but his little sister had a hold on him that he couldn't break even if he'd wanted to.
"I know that now," he said, looking at her sadly again. "I just didn't want to go all the way to South Carolina."
"I still don't understand that. You could be playing wide receiver at Clemson right now, Greg. Why the hell didn't you go?" It was a question Greg had hoped she wouldn't ask. How could tell his sister that the reason he'd given up the dream he'd had since he was eight years old just so he could stay near her? He wished he could with all of his heart, but he knew better than that. As much as he wanted her to love him the way he wanted to love her he knew it was wrong, but he had to say something, even if it was a lie.
"I just... I just..." he sputtered trying to think of something, "I just couldn't. I wasn't ready to leave home," It was the best he could do. He knew it was a weak excuse, but it was too late now. Rachel just shook her head and frowned.
"I don't get you sometimes, Greg," she said as she sat forward, revealing her cleavage without thinking. Greg forced himself to look away despite himself. Luckily Rachel didn't seem to notice and just kept right on talking. "If I had a chance to get out of this shitty town and have almost everything I needed paid for by someone else, I'd take it in a second. Hell, all I got was a scholarship to state, but I'd rather be there than here."
Greg didn't say anything and just kept staring off into the distance as his sister sighed and sat back in the deck chair. They sat there silently for a while, Greg thinking about Rachel and Rachel thinking about Greg until Rachel finally decided to change the subject to something more positive.
"Are you going to the party tonight?" she asked in a friendly tone as if the previous conversation never happened.
"I don't know," Greg said quietly returning his gaze to his sister now that her body was again mostly covered with the colorful towel, "I was going to go with Carrie, but she's being a bitch."
"What else is new?" Rachel said with a wicked smile, causing her brother to laugh.
"I know," he said still chuckling, "I don't why I still bother with her."
"I do," Rachel said, chuckling herself. "She's a slut."
"Hey, not every girl is a perfect angel like your holiness," Greg teased.
"Yeah right," Rachel said, laughing a little more freely. "I'm no angel."
"Oh yeah," Greg said, looking at her knowingly. "Aren't you the girl who..."
"Don't even say it," Rachel said, pretending to be angry, "Don't even think it. I never should've told you about that."
"I still can't believe you did," Greg chuckled. "I never told you when I lost my virginity."
"You didn't have to," Rachel replied. "I can't believe you brought that girl here even if Dad wasn't home. She was so loud."
"Hey, that wasn't my fault. I can't be blamed. I had no idea I was that good."
"Gross, Greg," Rachel said, wrinkling her nose at the last comment. "I don't need to know you're talented in bed. It's not like I'm ever going to find out. You're my brother."
"Your loss," he said, smiling and lost in the moment, not caring how it might sound. Rachel took it as a joke anyway.
"You're such a weirdo," she said before going back to the original subject and asking again if he was going.
"Will there be beer?" he asked straightforwardly.
"Duh," Rachel said still smiling "It's at Steve's house. Of course there's going to beer there."
"Then yeah, I'm going."
"Good. Then you can give me a ride. Cheryl isn't going."
"No way," Greg said with mock indignation, "I'm not going to a party with my kid sister. What if I hook up with some chick? I can't ditch you like I can ditch a guy. Get your own ride."
"Don't worry about that," Rachel said with a wicked smile, "If all goes well I'll get hooked up on my own."
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