The path was overgrown. What once was a clear trail was now choked with weeds. The forest had reclaimed it.

Chad sighed as he picked his way through the tangled mess. It had been eight years since he had last been here. He found it hard to believe that the path had disappeared so fast, fleeting like his childhood had been.

He took a deep breath, enjoying the smells of the forest; the earthly smell, the pine scent, and the dew of the morning. Gone was the smog of the city. Here everything was fresh and clean. Chad loved Mother Nature. Unfortunately, he was the only one.

A crash came from behind him, followed by several curses. Shaking his head, Chad turned to find his twin sister, Christie. He had hoped to sneak away to the old fort that he and an old friend, Jason, had built when they were eight. Well, their fathers had built for them. They had spent two years in that tree house fort, and Chad had wanted to relive his memories alone. Unfortunately, his sister had other ideas.

"Why the hell did you guys have to have this thing built way out here in B.F.E. for, anyways?" Christie bitched. Christie was always bitching, it seemed to Chad. She was developing into one of those types of girls.

As she worked her way out of the bramble patch she had blindly stepped into, he shook his head at her choice of clothing. Where he had worn blue jeans, hiking boots, and an old t-shirt, she had on a thin baby-blue halter top, white shorts that were way too short, exposing most of her long legs to the brambles and weeds of the path, and white tennis shoes. She had a ball cap on her head, with her hair pulled through the back of it in a pony tail.

He had to admit though, that she did look nice in that outfit. Though they were damn near identical, there were some differences. While they both had blond hair, his was shaggy and cut short, while hers was long and smooth as silk. His face was rough and sharp as if cut from granite, while hers had smoother, and softer, features. They were both tall, though he stood two inches higher the she did. All in all, she got the better deal, he thought.

"You didn't have to come," Chad replied, as he pushed a branch out of his way. "Hell, I didn't even want you to come anyways."

"Oh right, like I was going to hang around those two the whole afternoon," she spat back. "All they ever talk about is business anymore. My God it gets old," she griped, as she pulled away yet another branch that had gotten snagged on her shirt. Their parents were software geniuses and were always discussing work.

"It may be boring to you, but you wouldn't have all those outfits you would die without, or that new car they are getting you tomorrow," Chad said to her, over his shoulder.

"That's true I suppose," Christie agreed. Their eighteenth birthday was today, and Christie was very excited about that, or at least she was excited about the car she was going to get tomorrow. Chad, on the other hand, wished that their birthday hadn't come, for that was when he was being sent away. Away from his family, friends, his life, and worst of all, his sister.

Chad's parents had decided to send him to an all-boys private school in England. Though he would be able to return for some holidays, he would be gone the greater part of five years. The school would train him to become an adult, to enter the world. Basically that meant his childhood was over. Thus the reason for this trip. He wanted to visit the spot where his favorite childhood memories were, the tree house fort.

"Hey, is that it, Chad?" Christie asked.

Chad looked up in surprise. He had been so lost in thought that he hadn't realized how far they had gone. He recognized the spot right off. The tree was thicker and taller than the other nearby trees. Boards had been nailed onto the tree bark at two foot intervals. Up into the branches, he could just make out the bottom of the old tree fort.

"Yeah, that's it alright," he smiled. He just stood there, looking up into the branches, as his memory replayed hours upon hours of war and pirate games Jason and he had played as kids. How he would give anything to go back to those days.

"Well, we going up or what?" Christie asked, as she went to the tree.

"Hold up, Chris," Chad said. "Let me go first. I want to make sure it hasn't rotted through before you try it."

Christie gave him an odd look, but stepped back and said, "Whatever you want, Chad."

Chad reached out both hands to grip the bottom board, and tugged experimentally on it. It seemed to be sound. "Well, here goes nothing," he said. Taking a deep breath, he started climbing the wooden steps, testing each one carefully. If they could hold his weight, then they would easily hold his sister's. He then reached the trap door at the bottom of the fort. He pushed it open and climbed inside.

He looked around the small room. It was about seven feet high, six feet wide, and eight feet in length. He was disappointed in the discovery of how small it was now. It also wasn't nearly as grand as he remembered it to be. "I guess you really can't go back," he said to himself.

He noticed that the floor was covered in leaves, small twigs, and animal droppings. One of the window shutters had fallen away, but the heavy foliage outside had mostly protected the interior from the elements. The low benches nailed into the wall still seemed sound, though he could detect the smell of mildew in the air.

"Hey up there. Can I come up?" a voice drifted up through the trap door.

"One sec," he shouted back. He proceeded to walk the floor, stomping here and there to check for rot. He felt a sense of pride. The fort was still sound. "It's safe. Come on up"

Almost before the words were out of his mouth, Christie's head popped into view. He hated to say it, but damn that girl could climb.

"It's a lot smaller than I thought it would be," she said.

Chad suppressed the urge to cuss her and replied "Well, it was built when I was a lot smaller, but yeah, it is small in here."

Chad went to the far corner of the fort, and pressed up on a section of the ceiling, exposing another opening to the roof. Holding onto the sides he pulled himself up through the opening. He then felt relief as the view was just as spectacular as he remembered it to be. The thinner branches up here allowed for quite a view.

"A hand, please," Christie's voice came from below.

Chad turned and helped pull her through the opening. He wasn't as worried about rot up here, because his father had used tin siding for the roof. Christie's face was filled with awe. She looked this way and that and finally said, "WOW!" Chad agreed with her there.

"Jason and I use to lie for hours up here when we weren't playing war games or what not. Sometimes we pretended to be spies, or we would just look at the clouds. Once there was a bird's nest on that branch there," Chad pointed to a branch off to the side. "We loved watching the young birds trying to fly."

Chad stood, looking around for a moment, letting the memories cover him, then he took off his shirt and laid down on the roof, using the shirt as a pillow. This early in the day, the roof was still cool. As he looked up at the clouds above, Christie sat down beside him.

"It is so peaceful up here," she said quietly. "Thank you for showing it to me."

"You're welcome," he replied, glossing over the fact he didn't have a choice in the matter. If the truth be told, he was glad she came. They had very little time left together before he had to leave, and he did want to spend as much of it with her as he could. Lately, it has almost been painful when he was away from her. "I'm going to miss you, Sis," he finally said.

He heard her inhale sharply. "Do you really mean that?" she asked. "I thought you hated it when I followed you around."

Chad closed his eyes and smiled. "Sometimes it bugs me," he admitted, "but I do want to spend some time with you before I go. I have never been that far from you before, and I guess it scares me a little."

He heard her lie down beside him. "Yeah, it scares me a little too," she said. Then, with a cry, she threw herself on him, hugging him close. "I'm going to miss you also. It isn't fair, separating us like this."

Chad put his arms around her, holding her close as he felt her sobbing. It took him a minute to realize that something was odd. He opened his eyes to see that she had removed her top, and was wearing only her bra.

Quickly sitting up, he pulled himself away from his sister. "Where the hell's your shirt?" he yelled.

Startled by his reaction, Christie stopped crying. "What the hell's your problem? You took your shirt off, and I wanted to feel the breeze and sun up here too."

"But you're a girl," Chad stammered. He had seen his sister in a bra before, but it had been awhile, and there was a lot more in that bra now than there had been back then. He couldn't seem to take his eyes off those rising mounds that the bra barely seemed to contain. How had he never noticed how big those things were? They looked so smooth and perky. He started wondering what they felt like, and felt a movement in his pants. "She's your sister, you pervert!" he thought to himself.

"So what," she replied back. "I'm wearing a bra, and that's basically what a bikini is."

"There's a huge difference between a bikini top and a bra," Chad answered. "A bra is way sexier for one." Suddenly realizing what he said, he started blushing, and the twitching in his pants became stronger. He was shocked that he could become aroused by his own sister.

"Oh, so you think I'm sexy now?" she asked.

"That's not what I meant," Chad hastily replied. "I just meant that you shouldn't be around boys in your bra."

Christie got a sly gleam in her eyes that Chad recognized. Since they were children, they have always been competitive with each other. Always trying to out do, or embarrass the other. Christie reached behind her and quickly unclasped her bra, allowing it to fall free from her chest.

Chad felt his heart start pounding as he looked at the first real live boobs he had ever seen. They were more than his hands could cover, and each had a little nipple that seemed to be begging to be suckled. Feeling a full blown erection in his pants, Chad quickly turned his back to his sister.

"Stop it, Christie," he demanded. "This is so wrong."

"Why?" she asked. "Don't tell me you're afraid of me?" she teased.

Chad had to fight hard to suppress the urge to answer that challenge, and said "It's not that. It's just wrong for me to have thoughts like that about you."

Christie blinked. "What thoughts?" she asked. Then, as if realizing what was going on in his head, she started blushing. Quickly covering her boobs with an arm, she spat out at him "That's sick. Don't you dare think shit like that about me."

"Like I can help it. When I see someone beautiful and sexy, my body just reacts," he spat right back. "It's not like I want to think of you like that. I mean hell, we're siblings, and more then that we're twins. Hell, we're one person. We share the same soul."

From behind him, Chad heard a gasp, and suddenly Christie was hugging him. He could feel her breasts pressed into his back and her nipples, hard as rocks, digging into him. He started to struggle to get away when he realized she was crying.

"Christie, what's the matter?" he asked, in shock. He felt her just shake her head, and keep crying.

"It's just that I didn't realize that you felt the same way that I do," she sobbed.

Turning around in her arms, Chad held her against his chest, while his hands massaged her back. He knew now that he cared for his sister a great deal. He concentrated, and made his hardon deflate.

After a few moments, Christie's sobs lessened. Pulling back from him, she rose to her knees, bringing her breasts to eye level. Then, with a smirk, asked, "Still scared of me, bro?"

This time, Chad decided to answer that challenge. With a smirk mimicking hers, he reached his hand out, with his index finger bent into his thumb, and gently flicked her nipple.