(c) Copyright 1999 Sxjames@aol.com Authors Note: There are some ideas, some fantasies, that I look at and 1) wonder where on earth they came from and 2) realize the amount of effort it will take to execute properly is more than I can handle. This tale has both characteristics. For example, I've always considered myself a straight male, but there is a strong homosexual theme that is essential to this tale -- a theme that I must admit I find kind of arous- ing (in the abstract). At any rate, this has been sitting on my hard drive for several years, stuck in the middle of chaper one. Personally, I like the characters and voice, but is it good enough to continue? You tell me. ------------------------------------------------------ This story deals with a brother and sister explor- ing their sexuality, both with themselves and others. If incest and/or explicit sex offends you, or you are a minor, delete this file NOW. Otherwise, please enjoy.....S.P. Copyright 1999 by Stephen Peters. DO NOT REPOST THIS STORY, OR MAKE IT AVAILABLE IN ANY PUBLICLY ACCESSIBLE ARCHIVE WITHOUT THE AUTHORS PERMISSION. This is an unfinished work and may be downloaded for your private, personal enjoyment only. Feedback is welcome, please address all comments to Sxjames@aol.com. ******************************** ******* Erin ****** ******************************** by: Stephen Peters CHAPTER 1 Twelve year old Erin pushed her long, blond hair out of her face, shaded her eyes, then peered from the front porch of her house into shimmering waves of heat rising from the sidewalk. It was mid afternoon on the hottest day of the year, but beating the heat was not what was on Erin's mind. Scott had returned home from his dads that afternoon and Erin knew that the first chance Scott had he would hop on his bike and ride over to her house to find her brother Chris. That meant, of course, she would get to see him -- maybe even talk to him if she were lucky. And more than anything else that hot and so far uneventful July afternoon, Erin wanted to talk to Scott. ------- For Erin and her brother Chris, the past year had been a roller coaster ride of changes. Their father had divorced and remarried, and with his new wife (Erin could not yet think of her as 'mother') came a new house in a unfamiliar neighborhood. The previous fall she had to switch to a large, inner city school and it took *quite* awhile before she felt accepted -- or at least accepted enough to start making friends with the black and Asian kids that filled her classes. However, the biggest changes had nothing to do with school or new friends or home. In the last three months Erin had...well, grown. Adolescence harmones were working their fine and time honored number on her little body and this was one change Erin welcomed with open arms. She was proud of her budding breasts with their exqui- sitely sensitive nipples ("there soooo pretty!" her best friend Sandra had told her during one of their many sleepovers) and she loved the way her hips were filling out, loosing their boyish, angular lines. With her long blond hair, blue eyes and elfin features Erin had always been cute; now 'cute' was giving way to true beauty -- and she was enjoying every minute of it. But as much as she delighted in looking at her developing body (and exploring it; with an utterly untroubled conscious she masturbated at least once a day), there was one change she hadn't expected: her runaway imagi- nation -- especially when thinking about her brother's best friend. Ahhhh...Scott. Tall and muscular, with curly brown hair, deep set grey/green eyes and possessor of an ab- solulty wicked sense of humor, Scott was her first -- the first boy she had ever thought of as more than just another guy to hang around with. The attraction was part romantic crush (Scott, when he chose, could be very sweet), part a new found, hormone-fuelled horny- ness ("God, Sandy, he's got a cute butt!!"), and part her simple (but deep) adolescent curiosity about sex. The end result was that Erin thought about him con- stantly. In the past couple of weeks especially; ever since school had let out, Erin had been waking with vague, half remembered dreams of Scott's handsome face hovering close to hers. Nothing specific, just his face, and a deep, maddening feeling that he was about to......kiss her? Suck her nipples? Go even further? God, it was frustrating!, and the worst part was knowing that she would never finish the dream -- at least, not until she had experienced kisses and nipple- sucking (and maybe other thing) first hand. Needless to say, Erin's one overriding goal this summer was to wake one morning knowing how to finish that dream. It was the sound of the screen door banging open that finally interrupted Erin's thoughts. "She's at it again -- the bitch." Chris fairly spit the epitaph as he stomped out the door then down the porch steps, coming to rest beside his sister. Erin glanced sideways at her brother, smiling know- ingly at his outburst. Their mother and Chris had been very close, and he was having a hard time accepting the divorce and remarriage. If Chris had his way their Mom would have gotten custody, but Dad was the one with the steady job and rather than pay a fortune in child support he argued for supporting the kids directly. He won, and now Chris was stuck with a 'mother' who's idea of paying attention was screaming at him whenever he did something wrong. No, Erin didn't have to imagine how her brother felt. 'Bitch' pretty well summed up her feeling also -- she was just too polite to say it out loud. "So what's it this time?" Erin asked. "Shit, I don't know" he said, anger turning to disgust "somethin' about never helping around the house. God, Erin -- why did Dad have to go marry her?" "I dunno....maybe she's good in bed?" Erin said with a smile, gently humoring her brother. "Jeezzzzus! Chris rolled his eyes skyward. The thought of his own dad doing IT -- especially with HER -- was a total, complete turn off. He shot an annoyed glance at his sister, who had a hand to her mouth trying to suppress a grin at Chris's reaction. "So what have *you* been been sitting her thinkin' about, huh?" Chris growled. "Oh.....nothing." Erin replied, face bright and innocent, enjoying her little tease. "Yeah, I bet." Chris replied. Now that he had the chance to blow off a little steam he felt better, and his sisters humor about the situation had once again managed to cheered him up. "So, uh...waiting for Scott?" Chris asked after a bit. "Uh huh." Erin shook her head yes. "He's got the hots for Jamie, you know that." "I know." Erin calmly replied. Chris took a long look at his sister and sighed. "Your gonna hang around with us all afternoon, right?" "Uh huh." Erin smiled. Oh well, thought Chris, might as well get used to it.... ---------- "So, what ya wanna do?" asked Scott, for the ump- teenth time. "I dunno. Why you keep asking?" Chris replied. "'Cause, I wanna know what you want to do." "I said I don't know--" "Come on guys, knock it off! -- I'm trying to think" Erin yelled. Erin, Scott and Chris were camped out under a large willow tree in the back yard of Scott's house; Scott leaning against one side of the tree, Chris with his back against the opposite side, and Erin sitting on the ground Indian style between the two. She had been trying all afternoon (with absolulty no luck) to get Scott to pay her more than a few minutes of attention, but Scott seemed far more intent on pestering Chris than listening to her. Erin had finally resigned her- self to playing referee, hoping that she could at least find something that they all could do. "Look man, it's just too friggen' hot to do any- thing, OK?" Chris said, barly hiding his irritation at Scott's constant badgering. Scott made a sour face. "Yeah, sure" he shot back, voice sullen and hurt. Erin knew that Scott and Chris argued alot. In fact, she often wondered how the two came to be such good buddies -- they couldn't have been more unalike. Scott was loud, brash and impulsive to the point of recklessness. On the other hand Chris was steady, calm and level-headed -- and always, it seemed, having to rescue his friend from his self-made jams. Just this past Fourth of July Chris had to literally *beg* Mrs. Foster not to call the cops after she caught Scott trying to stuff her mailbox with an M80. Later, Erin overhood Chris cussing Scott out; telling him how stupid he was, telling him that next time he wasn't going to help him, that he could go to the juvie for all he cared. Chris was genuinely upset; mad, it seemed, that Scott would do something that would get himself into serious trouble. It didn't shake their friendship though -- the two boys were tight, and there constant arguments seemed only to bring them closer together. "How about some catch?" Erin asked hopefully, forcing a smile into her voice. "My mitts at my Dad's house" Scott replied, still sullen. "Well...how about some cards -- hearts or some- thin'" "Nah" Scott shook his head no. Erin sighed in exasperation. Chris muttered some- thing under his breath. "Christ," Erin thought, "this is going nowhere fast." For a long moment the three kids sat in silence. "Wanna play prisoner?" It was Scott -- voice soft and peek-a-boo like, as if he was willing to unsay his words at the first sign of resistance. He did not look at either Chris or Erin; his just stared straight into the distance. Erin heard him though, and for a split second she stopped breathing. Prisoner. Two days ago she had been crouched in the abandoned lot next to Mr. Alverez's old garage, watching as Chris and Scott, with Scott holding Chris's hands behind his back, oh-so-casually open the door and slip inside. After ten minutes they had still not emerged, and Erin, being not completely innocent, understood. She knew that boys liked to engage in jack-off sessions (just like she and Sandra sometimes did during their sleep- overs), and she wanted to watch. In the end she failed -- the garage's one window was boarded over and she just couldn't work up the courage to 'accidentally' walk in on her brother -- but she remembered very clearly Chris's answer that evening when she casually asked him what he and Scott were doing in the lot. "Oh, playing prisoner" Chris had said. Now, to Erin's utter amazement, Scott seemed to direct the question to her. "Huh?" Chris grunted, completely startled. "You know...." Scott peek-a-booed again ".... prisoner." "Whatthe...." Chris was incredulous. He whipped around the tree to face his friend, ready to ask Scott how the hell he was proposing to have a jack-off ses- sion with his sister hanging around, when suddenly it occurred to him that (as far as he knew) Erin had no idea what Scott was talking about. He hesitated, then shot his friend a dark look, wondering now what exactly Scott *did* have in mind. "So, uh....how do you play?" Erin asked, ignoring her brother. Keep cool, she thought to herself. "Well, it's like tag...sorta" answered Scott. "One person runs and hides until the others catch him. Then, uh, he or she has to uh....well, be a prisoner. You have to do what the others says." Scott was still staring off into space. "Scott!" Chris hissed under his breath. "Yea sure...sounds OK" Erin calmly responded, again ignoring Chris. Her eyes focused tightly on Scott, watching his head nod ever so slightly up and down. It was as if Scott was congratulating himself on his courage. If Erin only knew.... "So, uh...who starts?" Erin asked "I mean - do you wanna count while we hide?" Erin had to concentrate very hard on keeping the excitement from her voice. She didn't know exactly what Scott was up to, or where all this would lead, but she could hope!! "Yeah...sure!" Scott shook his head yes, and his voice had a strange, giddy quality to it. "C'mon you" Erin said, grabbing her brother by the arm "Let's get to it!" Damn, Erin thought to herself, this is gonna be GREAT! Chris, Erin and Scott end up in Mr. Alverez's old garage, with Erin's wrists tied very loosely -- it's play, and she can get out of it anytime she wants. Scott gets her up against the wall, takes off her shirt and starts playing with her nipples. Chris, after a few protests, shuts up. The next thing Erin knows BOTH Chris and Scott are suckling her, then Scott rubs the front of her jeans until she climaxes. Chapter 2 A couple of days latter, in the kitchen, Erin and Chris talk about what happened. They end up on the couch kissing and fondling. Erin wants Chris to fuck her, he refuses and finger fucks her instead. Erin then goes down on Chris, taking his cum in her mouth. Chapter 3 By now Erin is falling in love with her brother, but she is still horny for Scott, and wants him first. She gets Scott alone, after school one day, and tries to seduce him. Scott can't get it up, and he confesses he is basically gay and really wants to make it with Chris! The only reason he was able to do anything in the garage is because Chris was there. They do fool around some, but Erin leaves frustrated and confused. Chapter 4 A few days later. Erin finally figures out that the only way this will work is for her to arrange something between Chris and Scott (Erin has not told Chris about Scott's desire) and then try and get involved. Event, however, overtake her. She walks in on them after school, as Scott is giving Chris a blow job. She watches, and when Scott finishes she pulls him away and more or less forces him to fuck her. Scott does, but he comes in about 10 stokes, leaving Erin unsatisfied. Scott then turns to Chris and tells him to finish her off. "Hey, man - she wants YOU!" Chris, with both Scott and Erin persuading him, final- ly makes love to his sister. I'm not sure of the ending. Perhaps Erin and Chris waking up in each others arms then find a note from Scott saying that he knows better than to get between a brother and sister so he wont be seeing Chris any- more??