Chapter 1

My name is George Winston Flame. I am only just 16, with auburn hair; Mom says I need a haircut!

I have passed my dad in height and am now five inches taller, while he is stuck at six foot one (I think he may be jealous!).

I will be starting my second year on the basketball team at Trammel High school. (My junior year.) I was only six feet tall when I played my sophomore year at guard. (21ppg 8asst 7reb)

I foresee being changed to a power forward when my Junior year starts in the fall. That would mean playing the post with six-foot-seven Wally Tucker (our center, ) who is a year older than I.

Having turned 18 years old a few months ago, is my lovely sister Roxanne Marie. She is H.O.T. and loves to show off, be it summer or winter. We all live in Manhattan, Kansas, known as the ‘Little Apple.’

Roxy is transitioning to KSU (Kanas State University Aka K-State) the start of the Fall Semester, losing her steady boyfriend of the last four years,

Jimbo is headed for Stanford University on a football scholarship. He is 6’3” - 277 lbs, and an awesome athlete everywhere on the offensive line Coach Tramnel decided to play him.

Stanford Coach Shaw may turn him into a Defensive Tackle,’ Jim said the last time I spoke to him.

While he was a great athlete, he was also a ‘dumbass’ according to my sister. Every time she had a date with him, he would honk until she came out. He was a top athlete with poor social skills. No big loss if you asked me.

One other thing about Roxy: She is 5’11-135 lbs and will tell anyone who asks that her measurements are ‘38C-23 -34’

Yeah, I said that she was hot, didn’t I?

By the way, our parents are William (Bill) Winston and June Rose. Mom looks just like Roxy but isn’t quite as tall or as busty, and her hair is darker red. She works part time as a Realtor at the local ReMax while my father, with dark black hair, works for Sprint in Wichita (Two hours each way.)

Dad came home from work slamming the front door as excited as I ever saw him... “HEY EVERYONE!”

We all ran into the dining room as he told us all to sit down.

“Calm down,” mom said patting his hand, “What is it, dear?”

“I got ... I got an offer on that job in Nebraska I’ve been telling you about,” he said sounding giddy.

The job is in Papillon, about nine miles from Omaha, Nebraska at Offutt AFB in the National Security Industry. It will mean a 300% increase in pay along with a moving allowance! He’s been fingerprinted and ran through every database in the free world, which sounds like an exaggeration.

“I’m still going to KSU in the fall, daddy,” Roxanne said crossing her arms, which only caused her endowment to rise. I was turgid, moving towards a full-on steel shaft.

“I am planning on going to K-State myself Dad,” I followed up by saying. “On a basketball scholarship!”

That caused dad to stare at me and then started a quiet conversation with mom. After about five minutes, he turned to me and said, “If you earn a partial, or full basketball scholarship to KSU, I’ll pay to keep you here in town somewhere ... But if you don’t, you’ll move to Nebraska with your mother and I, got that?”

Roxanne sat herself on my lap and we had a quiet talk of our own. When finished, we were both standing and smiling as I led her back to her chair with my hands nestled on her shoulders. That way I was hiding my quasi-boner

“What’s going on?” Mom said with a quizzical look on her face.

I deferred to the hot redhead in front of me. I caught myself looking down her blouse.

She said, “Here is our idea: Georgie (I love it when she calls me that) can stay in this house while it is on the market.” (Roxy plans to get an MRE-master’s in real estate.)

“Georgie can show the house along with whatever ReMax Realtor you use. By the time the place is actually sold and ready to be moved into, he can early-entry KSU while finishing up at Trammel High School!”

“What if... ?” Dad interrupted.

“Let me finish, Daddy?” She said.

“Georgie and I have talked about this during our time together in Tramnel High School.”

“He can move in with me when the time comes. He is so big and strong we can pretend to be boyfriend and girlfriend, if necessary.” (She used air quotes for the word ‘Pretend’ although we have had a very short discussion about this during the previous school year.)

We had a hard high five, enough to shake her 38s in my peripheral vision.

“I have a few problems with it but let’s stop this for right now,” Mom replied. “George, help me with dinner, please?”

Ru-roh!

All the while making Moms’ famous Spaghetti and Meatballs (From scratch.) we chatted about high school, college, girls (in general), and my plans after college.

She is quite the interrogator without feeling like I was on trial or just a dumbass over grown sixteen-year-old.

Sis and dad were talking while setting the dinner table; Hmmm, divide and conquer!

Roxy and I had not yet discussed any details regarding ‘pretending’ to be a couple.

After dinner, we cleared, and hand washed the flatware and utensils quietly talking to one another.

Once finished, we said ‘Good night’ to our elders and went off to our rooms.

Fifteen minutes later there was a soft knock on my door that I knew was Roxie, who walked in wearing an oversized old man style white T-shirt that barely covered her best bits. She is all legs and tits!

Dropping on my bed landing as light as a feather, she said, “I think it went well tonight, didn’t it?”

Turning in my desk chair, I said, “I think so, Roxy!” I turned back to my computer screen. If the T-shirt were anymore worn, I would be able to see her nipples.

“Come sit by me, please, Georgie?”

This could be very dangerous, but I did as she had asked, although I carefully put about a foot of space between us.

That made her giggle, as she scooted over right next to me, and put her head on my shoulder, finally able to do it comfortably. It felt nice, no-it felt wonderful!

There was a pregnant pause, then we started talking at the same time...

“Do you still think I am pretty?” She asked me without moving her head.

“As soon as I understood the difference between boys and girls, I thought you were cute.”

“And?”

“And ... as you grew up, I realized you had gone from cute to adorable.”

“And?” She repeated, putting her right hand on my right leg.

I needed to say something cute and/or clever, so I uttered, “One time I had looked up ‘Beautiful’ in the big dictionary and was surprised that your picture wasn’t alongside it!”

I felt her head move off my shoulder as she answered, “That is the absolute sweetest thing anyone has ever said to me.”

She touched my face and turned mine to face hers.

Another, even more pregnant pause... (The baby was practically born!)

She broke it by asking, “Would you like to kiss me?” Her lips were only inches from mine with a light shade of pink on her lips.

Keeping my face still, “Gosh yes, Roxanne, but I can’t because you are my sister.”

“Oh, tish-tosh, I know all kinds of sisters who make out with their brothers, what’s the harm in one kiss?”

“Two problems, first; it is both immoral and illegal for brothers and sisters to kiss. Some people would call it obscene or even perverted.”

I finished my remark to let it sink in for a while. Neither of us had yet moved a muscle. (Or a lip.)

“What’s the other problem, Georgie-poo?” She articulated looking straight into my eyes.

Oh, dear god in heaven! I saw my reflection in her piercing blue eyes!

Moving my face even closer, I said, “I wouldn’t be able to stop after one kiss, I would likely kiss you until you said ‘Stop!’”

“What ... if I never said ‘Stop?’” She murmured.

“I think ... you had better leave, Roxanne,” I said fighting every physical impulse inside my body.

She took my left hand, kissed my fingertips and placed them on my face.

What the hell was that all about?

I was at the breakfast table finishing off my second bowl of Wheaties (The Breakfast of Champions) when Roxie came downstairs, dressed in relative non-flattering clothes causing me to do a double take. Even dad noticed saying, “Slumming today, my dear?”

“That’s rude! Can’t I decide to wear something comfortable from time to time?”

“Sorry kiddo, I am just used to you dressed to the nines,” he said.

“Even the fives,” I followed up making everyone laugh.

While making herself some Quaker Oats oatmeal, she asked me, “I’m taking a drive to KSU after breakfast. Would my cute little brother care to join me?”

Hot damn!

“Sure,” I said having just swallowed my final mouthful of Wheaties.

“Bring your high school records, if you have then handy. We could get you a counselor today if that’s all right with everybody?” My lovely older sister said to the crowd.

Dad was hiding behind the morning paper and mom said, “Sounds like a good idea, kids!”

Roxy let me drive her ‘96 Mitsubishi GTO, (a convertible) as she cuddled to my right side as much as possible. Her hand was on my right leg again.

“Are we Ok, Georgie?” She asked.

“Of course, we are. You had me going there last night talking about brothers and sisters kissing.”

“Pay closer attention when around Rick & Sandy Palmer, Kevin & Candy Wassermann and Jeff & Noble Fox. That’s only three of the bro-sis combos I am aware of that not only make out, but they also fuck like rabbits when left alone.”