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 Author: PrivatePirate
Title: They Call it "Wrong".  We Called it Freedom.
Keywords: mf, inc, voy, cons, fsolo, msolo, piv, oral
Summary: A three-day winter weekend finds two siblings discovering
freedom through taboo sex.
Language: English

   THEY CALL IT "WRONG".  WE CALL IT FREEDOM.  by PrivatePirate

   My step-sister and I had a strange relationship, growing up.

   Well, not strange, per se, but definitely on the "taboo" side of things,
according to religio-societal structuring.

   Siblings, whether by blood or their parents' marriage, should never
engage in any form of sexual relationships with one another.  Never.  It's
wrong.  It's sinful.

   Yeah, right.  Like we should all just blindly abide by the decree of
some decrepit old men wearing cassocks.

   Oh, but it's sinful.  It's perverted.  You'll go to hell!

   This coming from men who have allegedly sworn off any form of sexual
activity whatsoever, yet who were later found to be molesting young boys.
Of course, not to mention that their holy book is filled with all sorts of
relations between fathers and their daughters, multitudes of wives, and
lest we forget about that whole creation story where the supposed first two
only initially had sons...

   The whole thing was a lie that had been fed to us for generations.  No,
what we found out was the truth behind that lie...a truth that they don't
want anyone to know.

   We found freedom.

   We referred to it as a "special" relationship with one another...a truly
liberating one, indeed, but because of how society dictates what is "right"
and "wrong" in that regard, we can't share our knowledge of the truth with
anyone.  How hypocritical is that?

   Let me explain.

   You see, my step-sister is two years older than me, and we lived in a
mobile home up in the northern states with my step-brother, step-mother,
and father.  I hadn't come to live with them until I was just fourteen
years old, after suffering for three years under the yoke of an abusive
step-father, a mother that had always seemed more saddled with me than ever
really caring, and an estranged sister that wanted nothing to do with me.

   Oh, there were a few times that my sister tried to give a shit.  She
showed me how to groom horses.  She let me try to play her guitar and
showed me a few chords.  But everything else was...awkward, to say the
least.

   She talked down to me in order to build herself up.  She laughed at me
when my mother gave me her hand-me-down jeans.  Hell, there was even once
when I was seven years old that she even tried to coerce me into having sex
with her and her friend, but none of us even knew what the fuck we were
doing.  All we wound up doing was to rub our naked bodies together.  I
wasn't even hard and had no clue that this could have been an interesting
afternoon, and she never did buy me the toy she said she would if I did
this.  Bitch.

   After living with just my mother and sister for those years following my
parents' divorce, the distance between us all just grew and grew and I
found that I didn't even know how to react with anyone.  I doubted myself,
so I withdrew to the treehouse I had built, my drawings, and my toys.  I
was always told that I needed to find friends, but our nearest neighbors
were a half-mile away!  Good call, "mom".

   Then, the asshole from the Navy entered our lives.  My sister moved out
at seventeen with her boyfriend and I was stuck with that bastard at just
barely twelve years old as we pulled chocks and moved to northern
California.

   Yeah, he was a piece of work, all right.  He constantly talked down to
me, nothing I did was ever good enough...he made himself the senior chief
that he was and forced me into the position of the lowly seaman recruit,
beat me whenever he was upset...for that matter, pretty much whenever he
wanted...yeah.

   Then, finally, in one rare moment of caring (I think), my mother asked
me if I wanted to go live with my father.  Anything was better than this,
even living with someone I had only been with for a day or two about once a
year.

   She drove me across five states and left me on the doorstep of my
father's home.  I don't know if she actually truly cared for my well-being,
or if she was just wanting to get rid of me, truth be known, but now here I
was, in a house full of strangers, for the most part.  I didn't know them
well at all, not even my father, really (my parents were divorced when I
was five), and I was made to feel like an intruder into their home by my
step-mother.  Nothing I did would ingratiate me, and I never really seemed
to "fit in" to their lives.

   Suffice to say, I was once again living a miserable life.  This began to
change immeasurably just two weeks later in ways I could never have
dreamed. You see, that was when my step-sister came home from her
vacaction.

   One morning, about an hour before sunrise, I awakened because I had to
pee.  So, I got up, tip-toed down the hall to the bathroom (which was only
one door down from my room), and found the door shut.  My step-sister had
just taken a shower and was finishing up.  (She was with the flag team at
our high school and had morning practice, even though it was in the dead of
winter.  Yep...football season, and they were to be the half-time
attraction.) So, I turned around and started heading back to my room to
hold it for a little while longer until she got out.

   Let me interject something here.  First of all, you need to
understand...my step-sister?  Yeah.  Blonde-haired, blue-eyed, and a body
to kill for.  She was fuckin' hot!  I would most definitely not have minded
in the slightest if I wound up seeing her naked, to put it mildly.

   Well, that morning, I was about to get my wish...at least partly.

   As I turned to head back to my bedroom, the shaft of light that was
leaking out from the door jamb flashed in the corner of my eye.  There was
a gap there, and I caught sight of something most...interesting.  I
stopped, and looked a little closer...what I saw started the whole "special
relationship" thing rolling, though there was no way in hell I could ever
have believed it at that point.  All I knew was that I was taking an awful
risk, but...there she was.  My step-sister, standing at the sink, putting
on her makeup...topless.  Her beautiful pink nipples were right there in my
line of view.  Oh...my...god.

   I got an almost immediate hard-on and nearly came in my pants.  No
longer did I think about having to go to the bathroom.  All I wanted to do
at that moment was to give my now quite happy one-eyed friend that was
painfully making his presence known between my legs a hand job, so very
quickly, lest she see me watching her, I moved away and went back to my
room, closed the door quietly, and took care of business.

   The excitement of having just seen my step-sister's tits, not even two
feet from me, was incredible!  It didn't take me long to cum, and I usually
take at least 10 to 15 minutes, even with erotic magazines displaying all
kinds of fantastic images that I can stare at for much longer than the two
or three seconds that I had peered through that crack in the door.  Even
though I was fourteen, I had stamina...something that would really serve me
well later on, but I'm getting ahead of myself.  Let me continue.

   That sight stayed with me and resulted in quite a few wonderful
masturbatatory sessions, and again, one morning, I awakened early having to
pee and heard her in the shower...so I decided to sneak down the hall and
see if I could have a peep through my newly-discovered portal of pleasure.

   The shower curtain was drawn closed, dammit all, so I went back into my
bedroom and began to diddle that wonderful little nerve bundle just under
the head of my cock, then stroking the shaft, slowly, trying to imagine
what the rest of her must look like in there, all wet and glistening...oh,
yeah.  No, I had to focus.  I didn't want to climax...not yet, anyway.  I
needed to see her for myself, to wipe away just my imagination and replace
it with fact!

   The shower continued to go, and I continued to stroke my meat, nearly
cumming twice until I stopped and let the urge subside.  Dammit, how long
was she going to take?  I had to see.  I had to know.  This was
just...torture.

   The water stopped, and my heart skipped a beat.  Now was my chance!

   Quickly, and ever-so-quietly, I slipped out of my room.  The door to my
parents' room was still shut.  I looked up the hall toward my
step-brother's room, and found his door was shut as well.  Awesome! 
Turning around the corner, I put my eye to the gap, and a second later she
ripped back the shower curtain...and there she was.  All of her.

   She was even better than I had imagined.  I had tried to piece together
her body from just what she had worn, maybe super-imposed with the images
in the magazines I had hidden in my room, but...holy fuck!  Nothing in my
mind could have compared with what I was seeing right then.  She was
amazing!

   Her breasts were small and her nipples were erect from the sudden cold
air of the bathroom hitting them.  Her stomach was smooth and her legs were
beautifully clean-shaven and practically gleaming in the light, but I found
my eyes being drawn steadily to an area just a bit farther...um...south.

   Sparse hair still, even at sixteen, and I could just make out her pussy
lips from where I was.  I was immediately overcome with lust.  I wanted
her. May God damn me to hell, I didn't care.  I wanted her!  Jesus Christ,
I nearly came right there!

   I pulled back quickly, hoping she hadn't seen me peeping, and then
hustled back to my bedroom and began stroking furiously with that wonderful
vision still imprinted upon my mind.  I came in no time at all with such
force that it shot over my left shoulder and stained the pillow.  I think
some of it even got on the wall.  I mopped it up as best I could and turned
the pillow over, for fear that my step-mother might see it later if she
came in to put away the laundry or something.

   I was in heaven.  All I needed to do now was get up early...oh, fuck
yes!

   This routine went on for a couple of weeks.  I would awaken, on purpose
now, even going so far as to noting the time the water was running and
setting my alarm to buzz me awake at the same time she would be showering
so that she wouldn't hear it over the sound of the water, then I'd tip-toe
to the bathroom.  Sometimes I would catch her just going into the shower -
goddamn, her ass was magnificent!  - and at other times, a little later,
just as she was out of the shower and bending over the sink, getting a
wonderful view of her tits just like that first accidental view (only now I
lingered just a bit longer instead of pulling back immediately and hurrying
to my bedroom to jack off).

   I didn't know it yet, but sometime during those first two weeks of this,
she had managed to catch on to my clandestine viewing habits.  My timing
with the alarm must have been off or something.  After all, sometimes I
caught her just going into the shower, and at other times, after she had
been out.  The sound from the alarm could have been heard through the
walls. Maybe that was it, or maybe she caught sight of me out of the corner
of her eye the way I had seen her when I first saw her tits.  I don't know,
but I'm glad that it happened.  Truly glad, else none of what followed
would have ever occurred.

   I don't know if she had been startled at first, when she found out that
I had been watching her through that crack in the door, or if she was ever
angry or concerned - she never once said anything about it to anyone, nor
treated me any differently.  Whatever her initial reaction may have been,
she never let on to anyone, least of all me...but now, I found that every
so often, she would stand in the tub with the curtain pulled back, letting
me see...everything!  Sometimes she would even turn sideways and
ever-so-slowly wash that wonderful area between her legs, or her ass, or
her tits...

   Then it happened.

   One morning, I was there at the door, peering in, and she suddenly
looked up, straight at me.  I nearly jumped out of my skin!  Holy shit, she
had caught me!  I hurried back as quietly as I could to my bedroom, scared
half to death that she would shriek and then there would be a pounding on
my door from her or my step-mother or my father...but nothing happened.

   Even though I was still scared, I couldn't help myself.  The vision of
her lovely body was still stirring my juices, and I found myself stroking
my cock until I shot my load yet again (into a hastily grabbed tissue this
time)...but afterward?  No, nothing happened.  No shriek, no scream, no
pounding on my door...had I imagined it?  Did she just happen to look up
and it seemed like she was looking at me?

   No...she had definitely seen me.  Eye contact had most definitely been
made there.  Maybe she wasn't sure how to broach the subject?  Maybe she
was trying to find a way to confront me personally?  I didn't know.  All I
did know was that she had never mentioned anything to anyone, and I wound
up feeling dismal and uncomfortable in her presence - when we were all
sitting at the dinner table, when we were on the bus to school...but there
were no words, nothing said, but there was still me feeling completely
ashamed...

   I avoided looking in again for about two weeks after that until the urge
was too strong to bear.  I had to chance it.  Dammit, she was just too
fucking fine!  My magazines were one thing but, hell, this was my own
personal live peep show!

   As horrifying as it was to think about - me being so hot for my
step-sister, a family member, and becoming a lascivious peeping tom about
it - my teenaged hormonal urges did the talking for my brain and, overcome
with stupidity, perhaps, or just perverted lustful needs, I crept out of
bed again one morning when I heard the shower running.

   The water had just stopped and I sneaked to the crack and looked
in...only to see my step-mother standing there in the tub.  This was most
definitely not what I wanted to see.  Not in the slightest!  Still, at
fourteen, a naked woman is a naked woman, and I found myself back in my
bedroom masturbating...but this time, to someone who was considerably
older, larger, hairier...I couldn't do it and grabbed one of my porn
magazines that I had hidden away.  I needed to purge that sight from my
mind and found a blonde-haired, blue-eyed beauty to do so with.  I imagined
her to be my step-sister, a few years older, but it didn't work.  I
couldn't cum.  I needed to see her again.  As much as the masturbating felt
good, I just couldn't do it anymore to a simple image.  I needed the real
thing.  I needed her!

   Now, I'm not necessarily into blondes.  I like brunettes.  Always have.
But my step-sister...fuck, if she ever dyed her hair black, I would be in
absolute paradise!

   Two more nights passed before I heard the shower running again.  This
time, I checked to see if my sister's bedroom door was open, and my
parent's bedroom door closed.  Both were in order so I gave a quick peep.

   There she was, standing right in line with the crack in the door,
completely naked...and looking right at me through the crack in the door,
just on the other side of it in fact, staring me right in the eye.  She was
smiling the most wicked smile I can ever remember seeing on any woman,
young or old.

   Immediately startled, I nearly hurried off again until she did something
totally...incredulous.  She put her finger to her lips in a shushing motion
and leaned forward to whisper through the crack those two words which I
will never forget: "Don't go."

   What the fuck?  Did she just...she wanted me to watch!  Was I dreaming?

   I put my eye back to the crack in the door jamb and continued watching
as she walked to the tub, slowly put one leg over, then the other, turned
into the stream and began caressing her naked flesh, the shower head
pouring down on her, the curtain pulled completely back to allow me to see
every detail of her body.  She kept looking back at me with that smile on
her face...a bewitching, seductive smile.

   No one else was awake, so I decided to take the chance and pulled my
cock out right there in the hallway.  This was fantastic!

   Several days of this went on.  She showered now with the curtain fully
open, turning sideways to the spray so that I could see her fully. 
Sometimes she would be near the sink, drying her hair or putting on her
makeup, fully nude and facing the door.  Then, on February 2nd of 1982 (I
remember that day well), she gave me the ultimate treat.

   My step-sister was right there at the door, wearing red lace thigh-high
stockings...and nothing else.  Hell, she had her ass practically pressed
against the door jamb!  Had that gap been larger, I could have fucked her
through the wall!  I wanted to, that's for sure.

   She definitely wanted me to see her naked.  There was no doubt about
that now, but it looked like she wanted...a little more.  This immediately
became clear when she reached back and knocked slightly to make sure I was
there.  I somewhat hesitantly returned the knock, and then she bent over so
I could see...everything.  Holy fuck!

   I had a completely unblocked view of her asshole, her pussy lips with a
slightly wet sheen to them...shit, she was wet, excited to be watched, and
then she suddenly snaked her hand down between her legs and began fingering
herself, knowing fully well that I was behind the door, watching her and
masturbating.

   It didn't take long for me to reach orgasm.  I'd have to clean that up -
it was all over the wall.  Shit.  But, it felt wonderful!  In fact, I think
we both came at the same moment, and that's when she stood up, turned
around and looked at me through that crack...then beckoned me inside.

   I was nervous.  Hell, I was only fourteen, still a virgin, and now, here
was this ravishing naked girl calling me to her...but she was my
step-sister?  What the fuck was wrong with me?  All that shit about sin and
hell and men in robes telling me about the devil...fuck it, I didn't care.
This felt marvelous, and I couldn't deny myself that pleasure.

   My hand was shaking both from excitement and nervousness when I reached
for the knob.  Always before, she would lock the door.  I could hear that
click if I had awakened before she started the water running.  This time,
though, I found it unlocked.  Tentatively, I opened it...and there she was.
Gloriously nude except for those stockings, her skin sparkling with the
slickness of the water from her earilier shower, looking like some radiant
Goddess from the pages of mythology standing there before me, completely
unashamed of her nudity and fully aware of it and what it was doing to me.
Oh, yes, she had complete control over me, and she seemed to be loving
every minute of it.

   She lowered her voice and spoke in almost a whisper so as not to awaken
anyone, "So...do you like what you see?" Her left hand was tracing circles
around her left nipple and her right hand was stroking her stomach down to
her slit and back up.  Goddamn!

   My tongue was as swollen as my cock was starting to get again.  I could
only nod like an idiot mute.

   "Really?" Her eyes held concern.

   I nodded again and managed to squeak out, "Absolutely!".  She smiled and
looked down sheepishly.  Had she doubted herself?  Her looks?  Her body?  I
don't see how, she was stunning!

   Her voice took on a husky tone as she continued.  "Come back tomorrow
night.  Mom and Dad are going out of town.  Just come on in and watch the
show." She pulled my head to hers and kissed me with such passion that I
think my upper lip may have split against my teeth.  She forced her tongue
between my lips and began exploring my mouth with a hunger.

   I'd never been French-kissed before.  I didn't even know how it was
done, but I liked it!  I relaxed my jaw and let my own tongue trace hers,
but before I could put it her her mouth, she had pulled back, leaving me
there with my tongue stuck in air.  She giggled.  I nearly whined.

   "Now get out of here - I need to get ready for school." She winked and
turned her naked ass toward me, bending down to pull on her panties and
letting me get another fantastic view of her asshole and the prettiest
pussy I can ever remember seeing (and I had seen quite a few...well, okay,
in magazines at that age, but still).  I only smiled with a positively
leering, lust-filled smile, grabbed one last look at her perfect pussy lips
that were still slightly parted from her earlier fingering, oh how I wanted
to touch her, but I was too nervous, too afraid of what might happen...I
didn't want to spoil a thing.  I lingered just a moment longer, then
hurried back to my room to, you know, take care of...things.

   There was no way I could concentrate in school that day.  No fucking
way. Not even remotely.  What was she planning?  "Come on in and watch the
show..." I was rock hard and had to hide my bulge with my books.  I would
have been embarrassed with that huge erection just now had I not seen what
I had seen and knew that more was coming.  All I wanted was for that day to
fucking end already!

   That morning, she was behind me on the bus, so I was at least spared the
view of her and the visual undressing that I'm sure my mind would have
done, but I swear, I had that hard-on for most of the day just thinking
about what might wind up happening that night.  Several of the cute girls
at school that I had been admiring looked downward as they passed - I know
they saw the bulge.  I could only imagine what they must have been thinking
- everything from "pervert" and "creep" to "hmm, nice package", but I could
only think of my sister's smooth, perfectly rounded ass sticking up in the
air, and those beautiful, pouty pussy lips just inches from my face as she
fingered herself on the other side of the door.

   It was a painful wait, but finally the school day came to an end, and I
begrudgingly endured the bus ride into to the valley, crunched through the
snow back to the house and tried to keep my mind off of what was promised
for that evening.  It didn't work.  Despite the cold outside, I was so
fucking hard by the time I opened the front door that had I not been
wearing layers, even a blind man would have noticed my cock begging to be
freed.  I didn't know if it could be seen, but I still had to hide it with
my books again, because as soon as I stepped through the door, there were
my folks.

   My step-mother and my father were getting ready for their trip.  They
said that they would be gone for the full three days instead of just
overnight, due to the winter weather.  They'd be taking a flight rather
than just driving.  "There's food in the fridge and remember to feed the
dog and cat." Hell, I would do well just to remember my own name, given
what I had been told would be waiting for me after they'd gone!

   My step-brother would be the issue.  He would be in the house with us,
or so I thought.  As it turned out, he said that he was going to be staying
with a friend over that entire three-day weekend and go snowmobile riding
up in the mountains.  Fuck yes!  Could I get any luckier? 
Well...maybe...that depended on what she had planned for later, I'm sure.

   The wait was pure torture.  My step-brother had left already, and now we
four were sitting around the dining room table eating an early dinner.  I
couldn't enjoy it - my mind was definitely elsewhere.

   "I saw you at school today," my step-sister suddenly said.  I looked up.
"You looked a little preoccupied with something.  What's up?" She had the
barest hint of a smile on her face as she ate a forkful of macaroni.  What
the fuck?  That little bitch!

   "Is everything okay?" my step-mother asked, looking at me.  I shuffled
in my seat.

   "Um...yeah.  Fine.  I..." I looked at my step-sister.  She was
definitely enjoying my discomfort, the little minx.  "I...just have a lot
on my mind right now."

   "Oh?  About what?"

   Dammit!  I was about to come up with some lie or other when I was saved
by the phone ringing.  My father answered it, spoke a few words, then hung
up and turned.  "Our flight's been pushed up.  There's a storm coming in
over the Rockies, so we need to leave right now if we're going to make it."

   Thank whatever Gods that be!  Now it was just waiting for them to get
out of there.  Still, they dawdled.  I wanted to scream!

   A little shuffle here of luggage and talking, a little movement there,
it was all just a nightmarish wait, wait, wait...so to get my mind off of
the matter, I turned on the TV and started watching something mindless on
one of the cable movie channels.  Some campy science fiction movie about a
motorcyclist who got transported back in time to the gunslinger days.  I
didn't really pay attention.  My thoughts were most definitely on...other
things.

   A muffled "Bye" from the folks.  The door closed.  A few moments of
silence, followed by the sound of the car driving off.

   My cock had been rock-hard all through dinner just imagining what my
step-sister had planned, only to be suddenly deflated when she opened her
mouth while we ate with Mom and Dad sitting there.  Maybe she wanted to
prolong the passion, or maybe she was just being an absolute tease about
this - I didn't know, but I was really looking forward to her heading to
the bathroom...and then she did.  I saw her walk past, then I heard the
bathroom door close and the water running.  My breath was coming hot and
fast as I shut off the TV and headed down the hall, opened the bathroom
door, and stepped inside as she had instructed that morning before.  It was
finally happening!

   She was running a bath this time, and pretended not to notice me
standing there as she began taking off her clothes.  Slowly.  Deliberately.
Sensuously.  Hell, I didn't know whether to join her or just stand there
and watch, but I had started to get hard long before she had even undone
her bra.  I couldn't help myself and I began to stroke myself through my
jeans.

   She stopped a moment and sized me up and down.  She frowned and said,
"Still covered up." That was all the prompting I needed.  I let my pants
drop to the floor and practically tore off my briefs.

   My cock was standing proudly at attention not more than a foot from her
face as she bent down to remove her socks.  She was staring straight at it,
and I pictured her suddenly taking it in her mouth and sucking me off.  A
little pre-cum oozed out of the tip of my shaft at that thought, and I was
instantly embarrassed.  All she did was smile and slowly pull down her
panties, turning her ass toward me so I could see every detail.  Son of a
bitch, how I wanted to fuck her right then!

   She climbed into the bathtub and showed me another wonderful view of
that tightly-toned ass as she did so, spreading her legs ever so slightly,
knowingly teasing me, flashing her pussy lips for just a second, and then
she turned and settled down into the steaming water and motioned for me to
sit on the floor next to her to, as she had put it earlier, "watch the
show."

   Whether it was the heat from the bath or my own increasing body
temperature, given what was happening right before my eyes, I decided that
I needed to strip off my shirt, shoes, socks...I was now as naked as she,
but not enjoying the warmth of the bath water (or the warmth of her body,
for that matter).  Instead, I was sitting on the cold linoleum floor
watching her bathe herself as though her hands were a lover's hands
caressing her, and all the while I stroked my cock - slowly.  I wanted to
relish this!  To cherish this memory, as warped as it may be...fuck, this
was paradise!

   After awhile, I noticed that her hand had strayed a little too long
beneath the water and between her legs.  I could see the pleasure on her
face, and suddenly her legs came up out of the water, splashing warm water
on me as she planted a foot on either side of the tub.  Goddamn,
muther-fucking, sonofa...the soapy water was obscuring the view.  I wanted
to see this.  No, scratch that, I needed to see this!

   Either she sensed my frustration, or she had planned on it and wanted to
tease me some more.  Whatever it may have been, her left foot snaked
suddenly forward and flicked the drain lever.

   I watched with lustful amazement as the soapy water begn descending down
her body, slowly revealing my prize...a prize that she kept furiously
fingering and slipping one or two fingers into...I couldn't take it anymore
and blew my wad all over the side of the tub.  She came shortly after I did
and lay there for a moment, just caressing her breasts.  I watched...and
started to get hard again.  She looked at my slowly swelling cock and said,
"Hmm.  Pity.  Show's over for tonight.  We'll pick this up in the morning.
I have something...special in mind." She licked her lips in such a fashion
that had I not already creamed on the tub, I'm sure I would have done so
right then and there.

   Grabbing some tissue, I cleaned up the mess I had made and flushed it
down the toilet as she quickly showered off the soap and came out of the
tub to begin toweling herself dry.  I wanted to continue watching, but she
covered herself up with a big, fluffy towel and said, "Don't forget your
clothes."

   That was that.  The show was definitely over.  She was being the worst
tease ever...but fucking hell, I was loving it!

   Just a little bit later on, I found out that she was loving it just as
much!

   I had gone into the living room and was playing a game on the Atari to
try and steer my mind away from what I'd seen earlier, and her comment
about picking it up in the morning.  Now, normally I rock at the game I was
playing, but I couldn't concentrate at all.  This wasn't doing the trick.
All I could think about was her fingering her twat there in the tub, so I
got up and sneaked a beer from the fridge and downed it quickly, then
grabbed another one and went back to my game.

   The wood-burning stove which I had stoked and damped down was giving off
a nice bit of warmth to chase away the chill of the snow falling outside.
The first beer was starting to go to my head, and I was half-way through
the second one, just getting mellow, when suddenly, she plopped down on the
sofa right next to me and said, "Wanna play a two-player?"

   I looked over, and she was just wearing the towel that she had covered
herself up with earlier.  It was parted in the front, but I couldn't see
anything there because she had crossed her legs away from me.  I could,
however, just see the curve of her naked ass on the sofa, her deliciously
long legs lit with a combination of orange from the fire blazing behind the
glass doors of the stove and blue from the TV...her hair was still damp and
curled around her face - oh, yeah, she was loving this.

   I would rather have played a "two-player" something else, if you know
what I mean, but she had informed me that the show was over.  Yet now, here
she was wearing only a towel...maybe it wasn't?  I didn't know what she was
planning, but already I was getting hard again.

   "Um...sure," I replied, and she grabbed the second joystick and plugged
it in, bending over so far I could see the crack of her ass.

   Well, needless to say, I lost every game.  She knew what she was doing,
and giggled and laughed in such a delightfully menacing manner that was
both aggravating and stimulating.  She was a tease, and she knew it.  She
relished it.  But she knew I was enjoying every moment of it as well.

   She had found herself, her confidence, her final acceptance and
enjoyment of her body.  She knew I lusted after her, and that made her feel
special.  She also knew that there was no way in hell that I would ever
beat her in any of these games because with her sitting there wearing only
a towel (and only barely), I couldn't concentrate - my eyes kept darting
over to see if I could catch a glimpse of something more.  Once, that towel
came undone at the front and though she dropped the joystick and hastily
re-did it, she looked over at me with a sideways glance and then made
certain that I saw just the briefest hint of nipple.  Fuck!  This was too
much!

   We finished the games with me being completely rock-hard and flustered,
and then she sauntered down the hall to her bedroom.  I followed her to my
own room, the beer having gone straight to my head and making me sleepy,
and that's when I received my "dessert" for the evening.  She slowly closed
her door and just at the last moment, let the towel drop completely,
turning to fully close the door and letting me see her.  All of her.  Every
bit.  Fuck!

   First, her ass, then turning, everything else.  I'm pretty sure I caught
a wink before she shut the door, but I was too busy staring at her body. 
Goddamn, she had a nice figure!  Beautiful tits, nicely shaped waist,
perfectly rounded ass...she could easily be a model if she ever wanted to
be, and here she was showing me every square inch of her!  I was still in
shock from it all.

   I couldn't help it.  I came.  Right there in the hallway.  I didn't even
need to touch myself.  Suddenly, a wet stain appeared on the front of my
jeans.  Oh, how I wanted her!

   I changed clothes and went to bed, the vision of her naked body still on
my mind.  I started to play with myself, but the beer worked its magic, and
soon enough, I was asleep...a blissful sleep, the first I'd had in a long
time.

   That night, I had a fantastic dream of going into her room and fucking
her brains out.  I had knocked on her door, heard her say something like,
"It took you long enough!" I had thrown off her blankets and she was
already lying there with her legs spread, fingering her pussy.  I got on
top of her and began furiously pumping away...and then I awakened to find
my clean underwear stained with my semen.  Shit!  Two pairs of soiled
underwear in just a few hours...this was too much.  I needed to fuck her.

   I still didn't know what to make of it all...I knew that it was "wrong",
but I wanted it.  All of it.  I wanted to fuck my step-sister!  I would
never force myself on her, not in a million years, but goddamn how I wanted
her.  I wanted her badly.

   Still, if all we had were peep shows and voyeurism, I would be fine with
that, but...fuck!  I really wanted more.  I wanted to be inside her.  I had
never fucked anyone before, and I lusted after a few girls at school, but
dammit all, I wanted her.  I wanted her to be my first.  I wanted to feel
her twat wrapped around my cock.  I wanted to frig her clit while I pounded
into her.  I wanted to cum inside her.  Maybe that's what she meant by
"something special"?  I could only hope, as I got out of bed and changed my
underwear, then went back to bed.  I stayed awake just thinking about what
she must be like to fuck...and I started to get hard again.  My right hand
went beneath my shorts and I started to diddle the head of my penis...and
then fatigue and the remainder of the beer took hold, and I was fast asleep
once more.

   She awakened me by gently knocking on my door.  "Want some breakfast?"
she asked with a voice that was as sweet as a songbird's.

   My hand was still in my underwear, resting on the head of my morning
wood.  With her voice outside, I could easily have rubbed out another one,
but I remembered what she had said about picking things up in the morning.
I wanted it to last, so I sat up and stretched, then rubbed my eyes.

   Looking over at the clock, I saw that it wasn't even six-thirty yet, but
light was just beginning to come through the curtains...and the house was
cold.  The fire had burned itself out in the middle of the night, so I'd
need to hit the thermostat and kick on the gas after I got up.

   "Okay," was all I could say, sleep still tugging at me and my mind
wondering why I was up before it was even really light out.

   "Okay?" she queried.

   "Yeah," I said, yawning.

   "Good.  Be in the kitchen in five minutes and don't be late.  I'm
turning on the furnace, so it'll be warm enough for...well, you know,
something...special.  Oh, and make sure you're naked."

   I think someone stuck electrodes on my brain.  Those four words..."make
sure you're naked"...this was better than any coffee, any stimulant, any
form of morning pick-me-up ever marketed.  I was instantly awake,
wide-eyed, and wondering if I had heard her correctly.

   Getting out of bed, I stripped off my clean pair of underwear and opened
the door.  She, however, was on the other side and pushed it closed.  "No,
I said five minutes.  Not before.  Maybe you should use this time to think
about last night...specifically that part after you went to bed."

   Huh?  What was she getting at?

   Five minutes.  Five laborious minutes.  Three hundred seconds.  I
started counting them.

   I watched the seconds tick by on my clock with a little bit more than
just eager anticipation, and perhaps a little trepidation.  What had she
meant by, "think about last night"?

   Finally, I opened my door exactly five minutes later and walked into the
kitchen.  There she was, just beyond, sitting on the dining room table with
her legs hanging over and slightly parted.  She was wearing her bathrobe
and it was untied.  I could see her bare chest, her breasts just covered by
the robe, and the belt teasingly covering her pussy.

   "Did you think about last night?  After you went to bed?"

   "I...I don't know what you mean..."

   "I heard you last night, talking in your sleep.  You were dreaming.  You
were fucking me in your dream, weren't you?" I immediately felt guilty. 
She was silent for a few moments, looking down at her lap, then she looked
up, right into my eyes.  "I know you want me...and that makes me feel good,
actually.  Really.  But here's the thing...you can't have me.  Not in...not
in that way, you know?  What we have?  This thing between us now?  This
is...this is something special, and I don't want to ruin that with
anything...you know...anything else."

   I nodded, but I didn't really understand.  She saw my confusion, so she
explained in more detail.

   "I like having you watch me in the shower.  It makes me feel sexy.  Like
I'm pretty."

   "You're not pretty," I said.  Her expression changed.  She looked hurt,
even angry, until I continued.  "'Pretty' is too tame of a word.  You're
fucking beautiful!"

   She beamed, and I think I saw tears at the corners of her eyes.  With so
much emphasis on body image those days, she must have been doubting herself
somehow...but yes, she was gorgeous!

   That sultry look again.  "I also like watching you jack off while you're
looking at me - it makes me know that I have a nice body," she parted the
robe slightly and began tracing her finger over her right nipple, "and I
don't have to worry so much about whether I look good - I know I look good
or you wouldn't be jacking off to me, right?" Body image doubts...she had
them.  But because of my lust, she was feeling good now.  I didn't know how
to feel about this, but I do know that I liked what I saw!

   "I know you have a collection of porno magazines hidden somewhere," and
how she knew about this, I have no idea...unless she had been watching me
as well?  No...that couldn't be it.  Maybe she just suspected?  After all,
I'm a young teenaged boy, right?  Surely all young teenagers must have a
porn stash?  I still didn't really know where this was going...

   "But...you choose to look at me instead.  That makes me feel good." That
was an understatement if ever there was one.  What she said next,
though..."I also like making you feel good...so let me make you feel good,
okay?"

   I was already getting hard just watching her play with her nipple, but
now?  Shit!  I could've come right there!  But...that bit about my
dream...she was a little leery about it, so I felt I needed to say
something about that.  She wanted to make me feel good, and I was perfectly
fine with that.  I didn't know what she had planned, but I didn't want to
make her feel like it was anything that she needed to do just for me.  What
we had, whatever this was, was definitely something special.  I didn't want
to ruin it with my boyhood lust for her.

   "Look," I said, "I'm sorry if I said anything while I was asleep that
made you uncomfortable.  I was dreaming.  You know how dreams can get, and
yeah, I won't lie, I would love to have sex with you."

   She was silent another moment.  "You would, wouldn't you?"

   "Um...the truth?"

   "Absolutely."

   I cleared my throat.  "You're hot.  I've lusted after you from the first
day you came back from your vacation, after I had been dropped off by my
mother.  I won't lie.  More than once, I've jacked off thinking about you,
and that first time I saw your tits through the crack in the door?  Yeah,
I'd love to fuck you silly every night if I could, but if you say it's off
limits, then...well, then it's off limits.  I get it."

   She smiled.  "I'm glad you feel that way," she said, then stood up and
let her robe fall away from her phenomenal body.  "So here's the
deal...today, and today only, I'm going to let you touch me.  I'm going to
let you finger me, lick my pussy, whatever you want to do...but you're not
going to stick your cock into me.  We're not going to fuck.  Period.  I'm
going to feel you and kiss you and probably give you a blowjob, but that's
it.  After that...we only watch.  Promise?"

   Oh...my...god!  This can't be happening!  I was dumbfounded, but I knew
she was waiting for some kind of an answer to some kind of question that
somehow escaped my hearing after hearing her say that I'm going to be
fingering her and eating her out.  So, I just ran with what I thought to be
the best answer.  "Yeah...got it."

   "Promise me."

   "Promise."

   "Promise me!"

   "Yes, I promise!"

   "That's three times.  You're sworn to it." What did I just swear to? 
Dammit.  Whatever it may have been, she stood there before me without a
stitch of clothing, her body positively fantastic, with me in front of her
and just as naked, my erection almost painful in front of us both...and
then she lifted a glass of milk and let it slowly pour across her nipples.
"Breakfast is ready!"

   Holy shit!  It was like I was completely hypnotized and responding to
her every command.  Maybe I was?  I don't know.  Hell, I didn't care at
that point!  My mouth flew to her breasts as though I were a starving baby.
I lapped up the milk, flicked my tongue across her nipples, sucking, gently
biting, feeling her breasts.  She threw her head back and moaned with
pleasure and leaned back on the table, then reached down a hand to gently
finger herself as I sucked on her tits...and then she moved her other hand
to my engorged cock.  I nearly came at her touch, but forced myself to
relax.

   My right hand reached around to cup her ass and she kicked her left leg
up onto the chair so I could more easily reach and stroke her pussy.  My
hand met hers, and then our lips met in a crushing kiss as tongues sought
one another.  God fucking damn, I was so hard!  I needed release, but that
would end it far too soon.  It was all I could do to keep from cumming
while her hand was wrapped around my throbbing phallus, and my middle
finger buried deeply inside her cunt.  I wanted, no, I needed to cum, but I
forced my thoughts to other things.  Trust me, that wasn't an easy task!

   She was right about the porn mags, and they were my saving grace right
now.  Because of them and my nightly dates with my fist, I was able to hold
my load.  Any other fourteen year-old boy would have been done the moment
my step-sister had dropped her robe!

   She pulled her head back away from our kiss as I entered her again and
again with my finger.  Fuck, she was wet!  I stroked her clit and fingered
her until I was certain she was about to cum, but then she pushed me away
with such force that I fell backward, actually painfully, onto the floor. I
cried out, but at that moment, she was on top of me and grinding her hips
against me, stroking the shaft of my penis with her labia folds.  I was
driven insane!  I couldn't help myself any longer...I wanted inside her!  I
needed to fuck her!  I squirmed and wriggled and tried to make it an
"accident", but she had already pushed back and was now eagerly, hungrily
sucking my cock, then flipped around and shoved her dripping snatch right
in my face.

   This couldn't be happening...but it was!  Holy shit!  My mouth clamped
down on her twat and I forcefully penetrated her with my tongue as though I
were a condemned prisoner and this was my last meal before my execution. 
She tasted fantastic!  I fingered her as I licked and teased, pushed a
finger into her asshole, and she deep-throated me and played with my
balls...I couldn't hold it anymore.  I came with such force I thought she
was going to gag.  She merely milked my cock like it was an udder and
greedily swallowed every bit of it as I continued to lick her clit, her
pussy lips, my fingers playing inside her vagina and her asshole, and then
she wound up cumming herself with a gush of juices and a painful grinding
against my mouth, but I didn't care.  I was in heaven!

   We were both spent as she rolled off of me and began idly fondling
herself, her legs spread widely so I could see every bit of her beauty.  I
started stroking myself as well, getting hard again in very little time.

   Lust-filled energies came over us as we continued - she, caressing her
clit and fingering her pussy, and me fucking my fist.  She came before I
did and rolled over to watch me ejaculate on my stomach.  She swirled her
fingers through the sticky mess and brought it up to her lips to taste as
though it were a foreign delicacy.

   We laid there on the carpet for a few moments, basking in the afterglow
and breathing heavily, the sweat on our bodies slowly drying in the warmth
of the heater blowing steadily through the duct just a few feet from us. 
She rolled over and stared at the ceiling.  I was right beside her, my head
to her feet.

   "I nearly fucked you," she said, lying on her back and looking at the
wooden beam that separated the dining room from the living room, then she
paused a few moments before adding, "I wanted to.  Shit.  I really did.  In
fact, I really do.  But...you're my brother.  Well...step-brother, but
still."

   "I know, but it's not like we're really related, you know?"

   "Yeah...I know...but..."

   "I wanted to fuck you too.  I still do."

   She rolled over and looked at me, reaching out and giving feather-light
brushes with her fingers along my inner thigh.  "Really?"

   "Really.  When you started grinding against me...I wanted so badly to
get inside you.  I even tried to make it an 'accident', but you rolled off
too quickly."

   "Yeah.  See, this is why we can't do this anymore.  It's...too
tempting."

   "Yeah.  Fuckin' sucks." I rolled over to face her, my hand still on my
cock and her fingers suddenly there as well.  "Still...feels good, though."

   "It feels fantastic." She started to finger herself again, almost
absent-mindedly.  "But we can watch each other, right?  That's good, isn't
it?"

   I smiled, watching her lying there masturbating and feeling her fingers
stroking my shaft along with my own.  "Absolutely."

   "So...morning showers?  You in the hallway?"

   "I'm worried that Mom and Dad may catch on, and what about our brother?"

   "He sleeps like the dead.  Always has.  Unless the house is on fire, he
won't get up.  Mom and Dad don't get up until the alarm goes off.  They're
just as bad."

   "How about me in the bathroom with you?"

   She made a pouty-face.  "Too suspicious.  What if someone did get up? 
You could at least cover up really quickly and say that you needed to use
the bathroom, but I was in there."

   "So...never?" It was my turn to pout.

   "Well...maybe once in awhile.  I like looking at you when you're playing
with yourself." She craned her neck to get a better view of me stroking my
cock and then she switched from following my hand to caressing my balls.

   I smiled...and started to get even harder, watching her just casually
massaging her clit as she teased me with her other hand nd watched me
stroke off.

   "How did you know about my porno collection?" I asked, surprising myself
with the suddenness of the question.

   She smiled that sinfully delicious smile again.  "There's a gap in your
door as well."

   I knew it.  She'd been watching me too!  If I could get any harder right
then...fuck!

   "Well, you know," I said, "'today and today only' isn't over just yet."

   She smiled that smile again.  A positively wicked smile, but then she
became concerned.  She looked at me and said, "Only if we're careful,
okay?" Her expression was serious.  "I mean...we came really close to
fucking."

   I was thinking to myself that if that happened, it wouldn't be a bad
thing...but I understood what she meant by it spoiling our special thing
with each other.

   Still, lust took over.  I wanted it to happen.  Goddamn, I wanted her. I
respected her, but I wanted to fuck her.  I wanted it badly, and looking at
her naked flesh, her hand rubbing her clit, how could I not?

   "I'll be careful if you will," I said honestly enough, but secretly
hoping for something more.  I reached out my hand and began caressing the
inside of her upper thigh, right near her pussy as she continued to
pleasure herself.  She didn't push me away, and I moved higher and joined
her fingers in their dance.  She, in turn, began gently teasing my shaft
with those feather-light caresses...even while I was doing the same with my
other hand.

   This went on all day long.  Neither one of us ever got dressed.  We were
naked from sunup until well after sundown, and the house began to stink of
our sweat and the almost-sex.  We lit some incense, much to the chagrin of
the dog who started to sneeze at the smell.  We laughed, and played with
him for awhile, tossing his ball down the hallway and ruffling his fur. 
The cat couldn't have cared less what was going on.  She was ignorning
everything and just enjoying the warmth from various places, lounging
contentedly in front of the wood-burning stove or on top of a heating grate
while my step-sister and I explored one another's bodies.

   We had to stop more than once because of our excitement, and at one
point, we were pressed so hard against one another as we kissed that I
think I may have begun to enter her just from the pressure of our bodies
alone.  She didn't pull away, and my hips apparently started to have a mind
of their own and ground into her even tighter, and I could feel the head of
my cock inside her now...but it was me who pulled back.  She looked shocked
at first, but then smiled and nodded.  "Dammit," she said under her breath,
looking down.  "Good call.  That was too close."

   I nodded as well, but then she did something totally unexpected.  She
laid down and spread her legs fully, then said something that to this day
still makes me hard.

   "All right, fuck it.  Once.  Only once.  You need this.  I need this. 
But after today, no more.  Ever.  Got it?  Now goddammit," she reached over
and wrapped her arm around the small of my back and pulled me on top of her
tightly, then continued, "let's do this right!  Fuck me!"

   I was stunned, but my hips remembered where they were.  With one thrust,
I was inside her.  She felt incredible!  I nearly came just from the
initial penetration!

   We went slowly at first, enjoying every sensation.  Then we started
speeding up, faster and faster, harder and harder...

   It wasn't "once".  Not by a long shot.

   All day long, we teased, we sucked, we felt, we groped, we relaxed, we
fondled, and we fucked.  Oh boy, did we fuck.

   On the second time, we were just kissing when she grabbed me again and
damn near forced my cock into her with her hand, and then again a third
time when I was holding her from behind and kissing her neck and caressing
her breasts.  After that, I began to be the instigator, pulling her on top
of me, bending her over and taking her from behind, but after awhile no one
was "at fault" - it had become mutual.  We wanted each other.  It felt
wonderful, and we knew that we would never hurt each other.  Not ever.  All
we wanted was to please each other, and holy shit was this ever
pleasurable!

   I don't recall how many times we fucked, but it wasn't just for that
day. It was over the entire three-day weekend!  We never got dressed.  We
hardly slept.  When we did, it was in each other's arms, naked flesh to
naked flesh, and when we awoke, we started fucking again.

   We fucked in the living room.  We fucked in the shower.  We fucked in my
room, in her room, in the dining room pressed up against that cold, cheesy,
1970s sectiontal mirror that so many mobile homes of that era had.  We were
all over the house, licking, teasing, sucking, fucking...hell, I think we
even fucked in my step-brother's room - it was all a blur after awhile.

   We watched my father's allegedly "hidden" porn videos and copied what
they were doing on screen.  Her on top.  Me on top.  Doggie-style.  Lying
down and scissoring.  We even invented our own positions as we found the
place for it.  Her sitting on the counter or the sofa and me kneeling or
standing...we couldn't get enough of it.  Sex was all we had, all we were,
all we wanted to be or do or feel or see or smell during those glorious
three days.

   We used the two or three toys that she had hidden away in her room that
she had ordered from the backs of magazines.  We used kitchen utensils. 
Hell, we even used the Atari joystick she had plugged in and trounced me in
all the games with!

   Though we found that we enjoyed it when fingers were inserted into our
asses during foreplay and oral, we never really saw the appeal of actual
anal sex.  I thought it was sort of nice-feeling, but it was also messy and
smelly and I think she found it painful, so we stopped it early on and
showered off...and wound up fucking in the shower again.

   She was wrong, and so was I for agreeing with her.  Our fucking didn't
ruin a thing.  If anything, it freed us.  We were no longer bound by what
the Catholic Church said - we had discovered the secret: sex was
liberating, and therefore something that the powers that be didn't want to
have running free.  They couldn't retain control otherwise.

   No, sex between unmarried couples, between homosexuals, between even a
brother and his step-sister wasn't anything that was amoral or sinful or
"of the devil".  Not even between blood relatives, really, I mean, think
about it.  Monarchies follow a specific bloodline, and this means brothers
fucking their sisters and cousins and...when you get right down to itk it's
incest...and even that word alone has been laced with disgust and "taboo"
shit.  Society places the stipulations, the taboos, the feelings of disgust
and remorse and wrongfulness, but you know what?  These exact same things
vary so widely from culture to culture, so...there you go.

   What we did wasn't anything horrific.  It wasn't anything despicable,
destructive, and it certainly wasn't "sinful".  The sex we had over those
three days was just that...sex.  It wasn't anything other than pure primal
pleasure.

   Do you want to know what it was?  What it truly was?

   It was bonding, unifying, uniting, a sharing of souls.  It was wanton
passion set free.  Sex for the sake of sex.  It was humanity being finally
let free and feeling every bit of itself.

   We felt every bit of who we were, of one another, of our entirety of
beings, our innermost bestial selves, and dammit, we let that out for
awhile.  How dare us?

   No, nothing was wrong here, regardless of what any stodgey, old,
allegedly celibate men in black robes had to say to the contrary.

   The fact was, I made her feel special when she was doubting herself, and
she made me feel special when I was confused about my own self-worth.  So,
seriously, how can that be anything but a good thing?

   It wasn't just sex.  That you can have anywhere.  Society couches it in
terms that are both appalling and at the same time titillating.  "Dirty",
"disgusting", "naughty", "sinful"...these are the words we, as a society,
use to describe pornograpic videos to make them more exciting, for fuck's
sake!  We label it as both something negative and as something carnally
intriguing.  No wonder we have such a strange attitude toward the subject!

   No, our sex wasn't anything "sinful".  If you needed to give it a label,
it was exciting, awakening, and enjoyably fun...but it was also something
more.  We entrusted ourselves to one another, soul to soul.  This
was...spiritual, healing, even sacred.

   After that wonderful three-day weekend of completely unbridled passion,
we still had our special times.  Sometimes it was voyeurism, sometimes it
was oral, and sometimes it was full-on grinding, pounding, sweaty,
fantastic sex.  We took precautions, of course.  She was on the pill and I
used condoms.  We were just lucky those first few times (few dozen?) when
our hormones had taken over, and our ages were most definitely a factor in
how lucky we were.

   We did it whenever we could, but it was only at home.  That was our safe
place.  Our parents out, our brother at a friend's house..although that
vacation in Hawaii was incredibly tempting for both of us.  We settled for
a really quick touchy-feely-groping-and-masturbation session when our
brother was body surfing at Waikiki and our parents went to the gift shop.
That was the only time we nearly got caught - Mom and Dad came back early
because they needed the camera to see what size film cannister they needed.
My step-sister had her top off and I had my hand down the front of her
bikini bottoms with my finger up inside her...and then the door opened. 
Thank God for quick reflexes.  She hit the floor behind the hotel bed and I
sat on the edge of it and stretched convincingly as though just waking up
from a nap.

   "Oops, sorry, didn't mean to wake you up," my step-mother said.

   "No, I was just getting up anyway.  I need to shower and get dressed -
what time are we going to the luau?"

   "In about two hours.  We'll be back about a half-hour before then. 
Where's your sister?"

   "I think she went to the pool."

   "Okay.  See you in a few.  Don't be late for the tour bus!"

   The door closed.  We waited a few minutes to be sure.  She had come up
behind me and now her hand was down the front of my trunks.  Fuck it all,
but the interruption only seemed to intensify our desire!  We tore each
other's swim suits off and fucked with animalistic passion right there on
the bed.  I don't even know if we remembered to close the vertical blinds
over the sliding doors to the patio.  Maybe the neighbors got a show.  I
didn't care, and neither did she.

   Still, that day in particular, we both understood.  We needed to be
careful.  But it wasn't about the sex, it was about getting caught.  No one
else would understand our special relationship.

   No one.

   Then, with high school graduation over, the Hawaiian vacation that was
her graduation gift behind her, she was accepted to college and then we saw
very little of one another.  She had her studies and her sorority and her
college friends.  It seemed like the fantasy was over, but it was a
wonderful time while it lasted...and that one New Year's party she threw at
our new house just down from her college town?  The one where several
drunken sorority sisters and fraternity brothers were present, the one
where some of her college friends were introduced to me?  Yeah, that was
fun...and it was all because of those porn mags and my special time with
her that I found myself with more kissing, groping, and yes, sex that night
than I knew what to do with...and, hell, I was only a senior in high
school!

   But then, as all good things seem to do, it was over.  We went our
separate ways.  She to one coast and me to another.  We still wrote to one
another and called on occasion.  She even sent me an erotic picture of
herself which I have to this day - with those red thigh-high lace
stockings, and nothing else.  She wasn't ashamed of anything, and neither
was I.  It made us more...human, if you really want to get right down to
the fact.

   She met and had a few boyfriends (and, I suspect, at least one
girlfriend from what I heard...damn, but I would have loved to watch that
going on) while she was in college, hooked up with someone here and there,
and I found myself someone that I thought could be my match for some
time...but that didn't work out.

   It would be many years later before we met up again, with me after a
divorce and her now with a family of her own.  I still remember getting the
call that I had become an uncle.  It made me feel both happy and sad and
even a little old.  Happy that she was happy, and happy that I now had a
nephew.  Sad that I couldn't be there with her, and sad that so much time
had slipped between us.  And just plain old...the time moves too quickly.
By the time I even met my young nephew, five years had gone by.  How could
this happen?  In high school, time was almost at a standstill.  Then, we
move on into the world and it just rockets forward?  That's not fair.  All
we're left with are memories...but those memories with her?  They made it
all worthwhile.  Her body, her feel, her smell...the way she arched her
back when she climaxed...

   These thoughts came to mind when I joined the party that night.  The
guests slowly filtered away and it was left to just us family members.  It
was a nice evening.  Warm and not too humid there in New England, everyone
enjoying themselves, and finally, well after midnight, it came down to just
her and me sitting around the table reminiscing and sharing a bottle of
wine.

   We had never been uncomfortable in each others' presence.  Nothing was
ever said of those few remarkable years.  No one was ever the wiser of our
special relationship, and here it was, after so much time had passed, and
after everyone else had gone to bed, that my step-sister suddenly looked
over at me, winked and smiled, and said...

   "So...do you still like what you see?"

   We still have it...and she's still fuckin' hot!