Chapter 1: Kids
I grew up in a small town in upstate Vermont with my parents and my little sister. My name is Greg and I am two years older than my sister Sarah which early on was a formula for friction. We had more than our share of sibling rivalry which caused no end of grief to my parents. I was under the impression that she was their little angel and could do no wrong in their eyes which irritated me continously. We would fight over some of the silliest things most of which I would lose. I look back at them now and wonder why in God's name we didn't get along very well. Arguing about who got the first piece of pie for desert or who was to go through a door first. That last one was quite comical as we both tried to be first resulting in being jammed in a doorway with neither of us able to go through. If not for the intervention of one or the other of our parents we conceivably could be still there fighting.
All of that was destined to change, however, over time. As we got older we both slowly matured and our childish squabbles faded away and we became good friends. About that time we started to grow up mentally as well as physically. Being around her night and day gave me plenty of opportunities to observe her body developing quite delightfully. She managed unintentionally to attract my attention when I would see her sunbathing in her bikini in the back yard or dashing from the bathroom to her bedroom wrapped in a towel which was too small to do an adequate job of concealing her charms. Those instances of course caused a stirring in my groin and occasional erections. She evidently didn't notice my discomfort or at lease gave me that impression. At twelve years old she started to fill out her body. Her chest was no longer flat as a board and her waist started taking on a classic Coke bottle shape.
For a couple of years all I managed to do was to admire her virtually from a distance. The only physical contact was an occasional 'high five' when we both managed to outsmart our parents into getting me or her something we could not afford or was questionably age appropriate. An example was her affinity for skimpy bathing attire or sleepwear. I saw nothing wrong with her displaying her svelte body since it was the source of many fantasies and wet dreams of mine. Yeah, she really looked that good. Glowing blonde hair, deepest blue eyes, flawless peaches and cream complexion and the cutest little bubble but that wiggled provocatively every time she walked by.
I started to realize that I loved my sister and would look out after her. When some of the boys in school would harass her I would tell them to 'bug off' or suffer the consequences. They never had the courage to test me to find out what the 'consequences' would be. I wasn't too sure myself either. All-in-all it was well known that you treat her with respect or else. The middle school and high school were next to each other so I was close by during her formative years just in case and all the boys knew this.
During the next couple of years we continued to grow closer to each other. We would ride bikes together and hike the park trails together. Once we were into the woods out of sight we would hold hands as we walked. We were almost inseparable and did a lot of other stuff together. We would watch TV sitting next to each other on the couch. Each time we would do this she would sit closer and closer to me eventually leaning her head on my shoulder so naturally I would put my arm around her. I couldn't resist giving her a little kiss on the top of her head. Our parents were pleased to see that we were getting along so well. I would help her with her homework and she would help me practice for the school play. I had several lines to memorize so she would sit and read the other parts while I recited my part. Everything went along smoothly until we got to the critical scene where I was totally out of my comfort zone.
Chapter 2: Practice Makes Perfect
That play was kind of the start of my downfall since I was the male lead and in that scene I had to kiss the girl lead a couple of times. Now most guys would have no problem kissing a girl but I was suffering from a bad case of fear of the opposite sex. I only dated a couple of times but there was no kissing at all. When I mentioned this to Sarah she found it hard to believe a guy as hot as me had never kissed a girl. I assured her that it was true. She said "Since you helped me with my homework it's only right that I help you with your kissing problem." She proposed that we go down to the game room and see what we could do about giving me some practice. I hesitantly agreed so we trudged downstairs and took seats side-by-side on the couch.
She told me to give it a try kissing her. I leaned over and gave her a little peck on the cheek. She sat back with a disappointed look on her face. She said "I don't think that's what the play's author had in mind. Try it again on the lips this time." I then placed my lips against hers and gave her a very short brotherly kiss. "Like that?" I asked. She responded "That's better but still not good enough. Try it again but with feeling this time." So I gave her a longer kiss this time causing her to moan a little. She said "Better but still not right. Try putting your arms around me when we kiss. Now we were getting into uncharted waters. I had no idea how to do that so she lifted my arms and placed them around her and kissed me long and slow with a little tongue action. "Now that's how it's done" she said. Well let me tell you what happened during that kiss. Suffice it to say that I grew a monster erection in my pants. I guess that's not too unexpected since I was kissing the hottest looking girl in the whole school even if she was my sister. She them abruptly stood up while saying "That's enough for now." Then she abruptly sprinted up the stairs.
I casually followed her up the stairs and as I was passing her bedroom I thought I heard her sobbing. I knocked on the door and she said to come in. I saw the tears in her eyes and I felt like a total jerk. I took her in my arms and said "Sarah, I'm so sorry I kissed you like that. After all I am your brother and I shouldn't take advantage of you." She wiped her eyes and then slugged me in the arm and said "How dense can you be you idiot? I kissed you in case you didn't notice. You did NOT take advantage of me at all. I really enjoyed that kiss but it scared me so much that I had to get out of there."
I just sat there with my stupid mouth hanging open dumbfounded. Eventually I screwed up my courage to ask her "What do you mean you enjoyed it?" She sheepishly replied "I not only enjoyed it but I loved it and wanted to do more." Now it was my turn to let her know how I felt. I said "You're not alone sis. I loved it too and want to do it a million times more. In case you didn't notice, I had a reaction down below from that kiss." She then said "I noticed it and that's part of what scared me. I mean we aren't supposed to be attracted to each other sexually. For God's sake we are brother and sister and if we did anything our parents would kill us and then ground us for life." I astutely stated "That's simple then. We just won't tell them." She wrapped her arms around me burying her face against my neck and softly saying "Greg I love you too much for my own good." After a slight pause I tearfully replied "Sarah I love you too just as much."
After holding each other for about ten minutes I pulled back and looking her in the eyes. I said "Sarah I guess we have fallen in love with each other and I have no desire to change that. We are going to have to be very careful not to let mom and dad know how we feel. We are going to have to act as normal as we can. Any affection will have to be hidden. But, I have no intention of loving you any less than I do now." She grabbed me again and whispered into my neck "Greg that goes for me too. I can't imagine being without you ever." So we agreed to cool it around our folks.
On Thursday mom mentioned to us that she and dad were going to be out of town for the weekend seeing her sister who is sick in the hospital. Mom asked me if I would be all right being in charge of the house until late Sunday afternoon. I decided to try out my acting ability by responding "Sheeze mom, have I got to baby-sit my sister for the whole weekend?" She said "it's only two days and I think you'll survive just fine.' I groaned as if I had a bunch of plans for those two days but I said "OK, I'll do it." I couldn't let her know how thrilled I was and couldn't wait for them to leave.
Chapter 3: Home Alone
Saturday morning mom gave me some money for meals and gave me a list of phone numbers for emergencies. She said we were not to have any company over and I was not to go anywhere without Sarah. She didn't want Sarah left home alone. As soon as mom and dad pulled out I made a beeline for Sarah's room. I burst through the door without knocking and grabbed her planting a kiss on her lips surprising the dickens out of her. "What's that all about?" she asked. I said "We have two days alone without any interruptions. How about helping me practice for the play?" The answer I got was a bit unexpected as she said "Oh Greg, do we have to? I think you must have your lines down pat by now." Growling, I said "I'm not worried about the lines and you know very well what practice I need." She said "Yeah, I guess I do so get your but down here with me and we'll work on technique and style." We then started to make out like a couple of hormonally charged teenagers which is precisely what we were. A recipe for disaster consists of hormones, love, proximity and seclusion yielding magic.
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