My name is Emily. I'm 16 and in the 10th grade. I have a mom and an older brother who just turned 17 named Alex. From the time I can first remember, Alex talked of joining the Air Force. He used to dress up in a uniform and pretend to be a soldier. I grew up in a pretty normal household. My dad passed away before I can really remember from bad car accident. Mom always did her best to provide for my brother and I. As we grew up, I just remember having a lot of time with Alex. Mom would often work odd hours at the plant leaving him to care for me. The thing I've been ashamed to admit, until now, is that my big brother Alex and I have been secret lovers.

The first time he and I took the bold move from innocent kisses, groping or the occasional dirty exchange of our pent up emotions with suggestive chat was when I was 14 and Alex 15. He had come home from a baseball game he pitched in. I remember having feelings for him, as he was a cute boy. I used to love seeing him in his baseball gear. I didn't know better that sisters aren't supposed to think about their brothers. I just knew I had feelings for him that were more than a sister would have. Mom was at the plant leaving us alone. I was in my room reading when I heard Alex come home. I was a small awkwardly shy 14 year old. I had long light brown hair that my mom always had in pigtails. My body was a skinny pale skinned frame. Alex was so handsome. He was tall for his age and at 15 the effects of puberty were evident. He was a ginger boy, red haired with faint freckles. Though he had his uniform on, he had taken his top off as he hit the stairs to come up to his room. I remember everything about that moment. His unusually heavy tuft of reddish armpit hair was sweaty. His uniform was dirty around his butt and crotch. He smelled stinky from this puberty thing I did not yet know about. I met him as he came upstairs watching his movements. I remember looking at his crotch wondering if I'd ever get to see his privates.