Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience.
 
 Title: I Keep Reaching Ch.  01


Summary: A brother reaches out to his sister.


Keywords: inc,fic



   "See you Friday, Erik!" my friend Kyle yelled to me across the court.

   Waving him off, I gathered my belongings into my gym bag and made my way
out the back door.

   I was playing basketball for a middle of the road university a few hours
from my hometown.  Playing it all my life, it was only natural that I would
pursue a scholarship through basketball.  However, I wasn't exceptionally
good and although I did receive a scholarship, it was a modest scholarship.
It was a simple division 2 school.

   Playing basketball with my friends across the street are some of my
favorite memories and as I grew older it only made sense to try to make
something out of it.  Although I was successful in this regard, basketball
had long become something of a monotonous chore.  Being close to 6'6", I
had my advantages in the sport and it was easier to stand out, at least
among the lower divisions of the sport.  Now, however, I was simply going
through the drill in order to maintain my scholarship; basketball now only
being a means to an end: a computer science degree.  For now, at least, I
thought to myself.

   It was a Thursday evening close to 8 o'clock and I wanted nothing more
than to go to my dorm room and play some video games with my roommate and
possibly get hammered since it was finals week.  Luckily my finals were
arranged so that I had no finals on Friday.

   After making the four story climb to my humble dorm room after my
already exhausting two and a half hours of intense basketball practice, I
limped into the room.  I quickly darted across the room to my bed in the
far corner of the room and sat down.

   "Give me a warning, Captain Dick, you almost made me lose!" my roommate
Robert blared at me from the other corner of the room.  He was propped up
on the front of his bed staring intently at the TV screen.  I snickered at
the use of the nickname he gave to me a few weeks into our unplanned
pairing.

   He was playing Street Fighter on the large television between our two
beds.  Our room wasn't very large and didn't allow for a great deal of
privacy.  Two beds and two desks were all the room allotted not counting
the closets.

   "I don't have any finals tomorrow, wanna drink?" I asked him.

   "Sure," he simply stated, still focused on the game in front of us.

   Getting up from the bed, I kneeled in front of the small refrigerator
that was on the table next to the TV to grab some beers, purposely swaying
my hips wildly to block his field of view.

   "Dickhead, move your ass!"

   "Think fast!" I quickly told him, before tossing a cold beer into his
lap.

   He hissed at me and let the beer slide in between his curled up legs
before finishing his game and cracking it open.

   After a few pulls he tossed me a controller and asked me for the "hard
stuff." Quickly understanding his meaning, I reached into the back of the
refrigerator and pulled out a bottle of Jaeger and found a couple shot
glasses.  It had become tradition for us to drink liquor and play video
games on Friday nights since I usually had basketball games or practice on
those nights and would wait until Saturday morning to drive home.  Robert
would be around because he didn't have any parents to go back to and
because his dorm room was, more or less, his home.

   Also, we weren't social butterflies and preferred solitude or the
company of a few close friends.  Neither one of us being frequent
party-goers.

   With the ruleset set to best of 7, we started.  Loser of the set takes a
drink.  Although often it derailed into both of us taking a shot after each
set, simply enjoying the company of a close friend and drinking companion.

   This went on for for several hours.  After quickly downing my upteenth
shot in between sets, I felt my phone buzzing in my pocket.  I pulled out
my phone, noticing the time reading 12:48 AM.  Apologizing to Robert, I
paused the game and stepped into the hallway.

   "Hello?" I asked.

   "Erik?  This is dad," I heard the baritone voice of my father from the
other line.

   "Listen, I don't want to scare you, but your sister tried to overdose on
pain medication earlier this evening."

   My sister, Chloe, was a year younger than me.  Unlike my dark brown
hair, her dark hair had a sprinkle of red causing it to look almost black
in the darkness and a beautiful auburn in the light.  She was tall like me,
close to 5'10".

   Off my game, in a manner of speaking, I stood silently.  Honestly I was
clueless how to respond to news of this nature regarding anyone.  My
currently inebriated brain was also not helping.

   "You still there?" my father asked quietly.

   "Is she okay?" I asked, fear suddenly rising to my chest and throat.  I
felt knots in my throat and it came through in my voice.

   Somehow sensing my concern, my father explained to me that she would be
fine.  By chance, my mother was digging around for laundry and found her
before any serious damage could be done.  She found her laying on her
stomach next to a pool of vomit.  Luckily, she vomited the majority of the
pills.  My mom woke her up and took her to the hospital.  She was very
groggy and unresponsive but she did manage to walk with the help our
mother. The ER doctors explained that she already emptied her stomach so
there wasn't any more that could be done and my mom and sister returned
home with instructions for Chloe to drink plenty of water and get lots of
sleep.  They had taken blood tests and made an appointment for a short
follow-up the next day.

   Unable to bare standing in the bright hallway, I tried to quickly end
the conversation.

   "Okay, Dad.  I'm driving in tomorrow, I'll see you guys tomorrow, okay?"


   "Sure thing, love you kid.  Stay safe."

   Ending the phone call, I rushed inside the room and made a beeline for
the bathroom.  Parking myself in front of the toilet, I vomited off and on
for close to ten minutes before grabbing a towel and cleaning off my face.
I gargled some water and spit it out and quietly returned to the room.

   The TV had shut off from inactivity and now the room was in darkness.  I
heard soft snores coming from Robert's corner of the room, grateful that he
didn't hear my violent bodily noises in the bathroom.

   Lying down in my bed, I pondered.  Even after emptying my stomach, I
still felt very drunk.  But holding my liquor has never been a problem for
me.  The bright hallway lights must have triggered something within me.

   Then I thought back to my memories as a child.  The afternoons spent
playing house with Chloe in the backyard.  The games we played with our
pets and stuffed animals.  Teaching Chloe how to play ball on the driveway
with my friends across the street.  Laying on the couch across from
eachother, tickling eachother's feet.  The arguments we had over nothing -
usually spurred on by things as trivial as me humming or whistling too
loudly.  Again, I felt the knot in my throat.  Why did she try to kill
herself?

   The feeling of vertigo overcame me, again, and I silently made my way to
the bathroom and parked myself in front of the toilet for another session
of vomiting.

   *

   I woke up at 6:30 AM to the sound of my alarm clock blaring.  Frustrated
at my stupidity for forgetting to turn it off, I got up and quickly
showered.  I've never been able to quickly fall asleep after waking up,
even when I'm hungover.

   Quickly showering and brushing my teeth, I began gathering my
belongings. I made routine trips home almost every week, leaving Friday
night or Saturday morning.  I said I did it for the free food and so my mom
could do my laundry, but the truth was I was simply homesick and longed to
be home.

   I dumped my laundry bag and laptop bag in the back seat and prepared for
the long drive home.  Usually this was my favorite part of the week:
listening to some tunes and hitting the open road, mentally preparing
myself for the warm reception I received every week.  The usual smile I
couldn't get rid of was instead a tired frown.

   Driving well over the speed limit, I made it home in about an hour and a
half.  I opened the front door and found that the house was very quiet.  I
leaned against my parents door and heard the familiar snores from my
father. Even after the long drive, it still wasn't even 9:00 in the
morning. It was unusual for me to arrive this early in the morning, I
thought to myself.

   After tossing my laundry bag in the laundry room, I made my way upstairs
and set up my laptop on my desk and connected my external monitor as well
as my external mouse and keyboard and distracted myself with some gaming.

   It wasn't until around 11:00 in the morning that I heard movement
downstairs.  I finished my game and went downstairs.

   "Good morning," I greeted my mom as I made my way down the steps.  She
was reclining in her chair sipping on her large container of coffee.

   "Oh, I didn't notice you come in.  How was your week?" she asked.

   "Same old, same old," I answered before going into the kitchen and
preparing a bowl of cereal.

   I moved into the living room with my food and sat on the couch, eating
my cereal and watching TV with my mom.  Eventually my dad joined us and sat
down with a cup of coffee and the newspaper.

   We talked briefly about our week.  As the Christmas break was just
beginning, my dad made his usual speech about getting a temporary job so I
will have spending money during the semester.  Eventually, however,
curiosity got the best of me.

   "What's going on with Chloe?" I asked my mom sternly.

   She glanced at me shyly.  Clearly I breached a sensitive subject and she
looked down at her lap with a look of sadness and failure.

   "She's fine.  But she's been depressed lately.  You know she took a year
off after graduating but she's having a hard time coming to terms with
'returning to the real world'.  You and your sister are still so young.  I
know you're busy, but would you mind talking with her?  Try to lift her
spirits?  I'm at odds with myself for not noticing and she doesn't respond
to me or your father.  Please, Erik, just talk with her."

   I was shocked that she felt she needed to beg me for something so
simple. Of course I would talk with her!

   "Of course, Mom, you don't have to beg me!"

   Surprised by my sudden outburst, I marched into the kitchen and put my
bowl and spoon into the sink with a loud clank and started upstairs.  I
felt like I came off as uninterested and frustrated at being tasked with
talking with my sister, but I realized I was angry because she assumed I
wouldn't try to help without her urging.

   I didn't say anything, however, as I've never been very good with
confrontation.  Something I have in common with Chloe.

   I knocked loudly on Chloe's door, five quick knocks followed by two slow
knocks.

   "Come in!" I heard her say.  It was faint, but I could just make out her
soft voice over the sound of her TV.

   I closed the door and found Chloe laying on her bed, her hair in a
ponytail behind her.  She had on flannel pajama pants and an oversized
t-shirt.  One of my old t-shirts, I recognized.  Next to me on my right was
a TV, the movie A Nightmare on Elm Street playing.

   She sat up on her bed and smiled.

   "Hey, Erik," she simply stated.

   "Hey yourself," I responded, smiling back at her.  Sitting up, I could
now recognize that she had on an old shirt of mine with the picture of
Dwayne Johnson's face as The Rock.  I smiled, remembering the hours spent
in the living room watching the scripted wrestling show with her.  Say what
you will about the fake wrestling, but the drama and storylines can easily
draw you in.  At least they drew Chloe and me in.

   I sat down next to her on her bed and placed my arm around her shoulder.


   "I've missed you.  I'm sorry we haven't been able to hang out that much
these past few months." I said.

   "I've missed you too, Erik."

   She leaned over my chest and wrapped her arms around me.  I leaned my
head into the side of hers, noticing subtle hints of watermelon and mint.

   "Are you okay, Chloe?" I asked, sincerely.

   "I'm fine now," she said matter-of-factly, gripping me tighter around my
upper back.

   I leaned into her more and again felt the lump in my throat.  Somehow I
felt responsible for her actions the night before.  If only I hadn't
neglected her then maybe I would have noticed the signs.  Maybe I could
have prevented something.

   Holding her in my arms, I again thought back to the time spent together
during our youth.  We were inseparable as kids.  Even up through middle
school, we spent the majority of our free time together, often spending
evenings watching TV and playing games.  We were best friends.  Why did we
drift apart?  I asked myself.  It felt like years since the last time
embraced each other like this.

   I pulled back from her and looked her in the face, my arms still tightly
gripping her lower sides.

   "Dammit, Chloe, what were you thinking?" I asked, almost rhetorically. I
could feel my eyes watering and it took a great deal of self control to not
burst into tears right in front of her.

   She looked at me, sharply, with her lovely hazel eyes before letting go
of me and sitting back down.  Looking down at her cupped hands on her lap,
she said, "I don't want to talk about it."

   Not accepting her answer, I grabbed her elbows and turned her to me.

   "Chloe, I don't know what I'd do without you.  If I lost you.  Do you
know how much you mean to me?"

   She continued staring down at her hands.  The room was silent for
several moments as neither one of us were very good communicators.

   I realized quickly that my outburst was unwise and quickly added, "I'm
sorry.  I didn't mean to lash out at you."

   She said nothing.  Instead, she started crawling backwards into her bed
and laid down and propped her head on the pile of pillows on the headrest.
She stared at the television, a blank disconnected look on her face.

   In her current state of mind, confronting her directly was a poor choice
of action.  Granted it was more of an emotional outburst than anything
else, it still had the unwanted effect of pushing her farther away from me.
I needed to fix my error and get her to open up to me.

   "You mind if I stick around and watch this movie with you?  I don't
really feel like watching The Price is Right."

   She forced a smile and leaned down and covered my right hand with hers.

   Accepting this gesture as a 'yes', I squeezed myself onto her twin sized
bed and got comfortable next to her, also propping my head on the pile of
pillows.  I wrapped my hand around hers where they met at our waists and
she gripped it tightly.

   It didn't matter that Chloe didn't pause the movie during our brief
conversation as this was a movie she'd seen many times.  She was something
of a horror movie buff, having a sizable collection of movies in the genre.


   We watched the movie in silence, connected at the hands.  Instinctively,
I drew circles with my thumb on the side of her hand, her soft skin
eliciting a desire within me that I didn't realize was there.  In her
delicate state of mind, however, I only wanted to comfort her and try to
repair our damaged relationship.  I cared for her deeply and wanted nothing
more than to see her happy.

   Periodically, throughout the movie, I would glance towards her and stare
at her as she watched the TV.  Her face no longer had the baby fat that she
carried through middle school.  Her cheeks and nose were lightly freckled
with small brown dots.  She wasn't much of an outdoor person so her skin
was pale and contrasted her dark auburn hair, creating an almost angelic
aura around her.  She was unquestionably pretty.

   "Are you hungry?" I asked after the credits started running down the
screen.

   "A little, but I have a follow-up doctor's appointment at noon," she
said sadly.  Clearly embarrassed, she let go of my hand and placed both of
her hands on her stomach.

   "That's okay, we can pick something up then I can take you there
myself."

   "No..  You can't.." she said before trailing off.

   I scooped her hand off her lap and brought it up to a ninety degree
angle from the bed and interlocked my fingers with hers.  I pulled her hand
to my mouth and kissed the back of her hand.

   "I want to," I said, looking into her eyes.

   "Oh, I'm so embarrassed," she responded before turning and looking away
from me.  She let go of my hand and I heard a small sob escape her mouth.

   I reached for her cheek and pulled her to face me again.

   "I'm here now.  Don't be embarrassed around me.  I love you."

   She responded, "I love you, too," before kissing me on the cheek and
laying her head on the pillow next to me.  We layed like this, nose to
nose, facing one another, for several moments.  Laying there, staring into
her bright hazel eyes, I caught myself yearning for more than just holding
hands.  I desperately wanted to run my fingers through her hair and kiss
her firmly on her soft lips.  Burying these thoughts in the back of my
mind, I just stared at her and simply waited.  This girl was my sister, and
she needed her brother.  Seeing her like this; seeing her disconnected
emotions and forced smiles, was breaking my heart.  I would do anything to
make her feel better, I realized.

   "Let's go then.  Mom is going to come barging in here any moment to tell
me to get out of bed and get ready," she said plainly.

   "I'll tell Mom that I'll be taking you to your appointment.  Let me know
when you're ready to leave," I responded.

   Even though we drifted apart in high school, it was not unusual for us
to make quick car trips together.  Often, we would ride together to get
food or go shopping.  She usually took 10-15 minutes to prepare for these
types of trips.

   I made my exit from her room and glanced over the upstairs balcony onto
the living room below.  Seeing my mom still reclining in her chair, I
explained our plan to her.  Then, I made my way to my bedroom and sat into
my computer chair.  Waking up my computer from sleep mode, I prepared for
some more light gaming while I waited.

   As I stared at the screen, however, I noticed butterflies in my stomach.
Immediately thoughts of Chloe's hand wrapped around mine and the soft,
delicate features of her face invaded my mind.  I just stared blankly at
the screen, deep in thought.  I knew I loved her, but I never once thought
about her this way.  Brothers aren't supposed to feel this way about their
sisters, I thought.

   Meanwhile, in the real world, fifteen minutes went by while I just
stared at the blank screen.  I heard a light tapping on my door and
shouted, "Come in!"

   Looking over my shoulders, I could feel my jaw expanding at the sight
before me.

   Chloe stood in the doorway staring at her feet.  In my mind, I still
imagined a young rebellious girl with a sharp, filterless tongue.  The
nineteen year old woman standing before me was no longer the gangly little
girl I remembered: too tall for her age, unsure of how she fit into her own
skin.  No, my mind was quickly making amends to those memories, adding
details I never noticed until too recently.  She was wearing a pink
buttoned-up blouse made of some cotton material with sleeves that ran all
the way down to her fingers.  Her bust, nearly spilling out of the blouse,
was showing a fair amount of cleavage through the v-neck.  She was wearing
a matching blue skirt etched with pink flowers that went to her knees.  I
knew she dieted and did some aerobic exercises in her room but her
hourglass figure was breathtaking.  Her dark hair, now taking on a shade of
dark red from the sunlight beaming in from the window in my room, was
carefully wrapped in a ponytail behind her head.

   I could feel my body heating up and my pulse quickening.  How did I not
notice how beautiful she is?  I asked myself.  Clearly I had missed a lot
during my nearly two years of sparse visits during college.  She was simply
stunning.  I couldn't help but undress her with my mind; imagining her in
her bra and underwear, her long dark hair loose and flowing down her back.

   I was not an overly-sexual person.  Although no virgin, I've only had
two girlfriends and both relationships were short ones.  Mostly I shy away
from relationships, relying more on one night stands and masturbation to
deal with my sexual needs.

   This, however, did not explain my sudden lust for Chloe.  Snapping back
to reality, I noticed my mouth was wide open now and I quickly shut it and
turned to my monitor, as if to finish up what I was doing.  After
confirming that the screen was still blank, I set out to find my wallet and
keys.  I quickly reasoned that these feelings were just a result of how
busy I've been the past few days.

   "Alright, let's go!" I said, "I'm starving!"

   I quickly gathered my things and made my way to my car, Chloe following
close behind.  As we climbed into the car, I immediately realized that my
behaviour had changed around Chloe.  I no longer felt like I was casually
getting in the car to pick up some food with Chloe like we'd done many
times before.  Instead, I felt uneasy and shy.

   As we finally pulled out of the driveway and started making our way
through the neighborhood, I said, "Chloe, you look incredible.  You're
gorgeous, you know that?"

   She uttered a quiet "thank you" and stared out the passenger window.

   As we pulled into the familiar Chinese fast-food restaurant parking lot,
I made my way through the drive through.

   "I'm getting a bowl of broccoli beef with a side of rice, what would you
like?" I asked.

   "Yuck.  I have no idea how you can stand that," she answered.  "I'll
just eat some of your rice, I'm really not that hungry."

   Smiling at her, I became more comfortable--that was the Chloe I was used
to.

   Pulling up to the intercom, I ordered my meal as well as an extra side
of rice.

   A few minutes later, I payed for the order and drove around the building
and found a parking spot.  I quickly dove into the bag to find my food and
handed Chloe the small container of rice and one of the utensil bags.

   After a dozen bites of the Chinese food, I started to become more
comfortable being near Chloe again.  Regaining my confidence, I spoke up.

   "I know you don't want to talk about what happened, but you can talk to
me."

   Chloe had only taken a few bites of the rice and had already closed the
container that now sat in one of the cup holders between us.  She rolled
down the passenger window and stared off.

   "I'm sorry Erik, I wouldn't know where to start.  I just feel so
helpless; like there's a weight pulling down on the part of me that wants
to get up in the morning.  It's too hard to explain.  You wouldn't
understand."

   I was scooping up the last bite and shoving the food into my mouth as
she trailed off.  Little did she know, I did understand, at least I thought
I did.

   "Everyone feels like that, Chloe, to some capacity.  I once went an
entire week laying in bed feigning illness.  The truth was, I just didn't
want to do anything.  I was tired of the constant grind: the long tiring
practices, the early morning classes, the bland cafeteria food.  It just
didn't interest me any longer."

   As I went on, she continued to stare out the window at the cars driving
by on the interstate.

   "I was perfectly happy to lay there in my self-misery until Robert
realized what was going on and pulled me back.  He skipped his evening
classes and we just hung out.  We got hammered that night, but I went to
class the next morning."

   Chloe was aware that I had a roommate in college, Robert.

   "I know it's not the same thing, but I can relate and I do understand.
It took a drunken night playing video games with Robert to pull me out of
my funk."

   She simply glanced at me and rolled her eyes.

   "It's not the same thing," she said.

   "I know, but it's similar.  And on those mornings when I wake up and
start to feel bad for myself, I think of Robert and his situation.  He
doesn't have any family and gets by purely on student loans and grants.  I
don't know how he does it, but if he's strong enough to let me lean on him
in my moment of weakness then the least I can do is give it my best try."

   Chloe said nothing.  Instead, she rolled up the window and stared
forward, as if to signal that the conversation was over and she was ready
to go.

   I picked up her leftover container of rice and my empty plate and
stuffed them into the to-go bag.  I fired the car back up and started
pulling out of the parking lot.

   "You just need someone to-" I started, but was quickly interrupted.

   "It's not the same thing!" she shouted, frightening me.

   "Okay, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to upset you." I said, flustered.

   Clearly I misjudged things and made a critically wrong assessment.  I
silently scolded myself; this was a delicate subject and in my haste to
come to conclusions, I clearly upset her.

   "I'm really sorry, I just tried to help.  I'll shut up."

   I put the car into gear and made my way out of the parking lot.  My mom
explained where to meet the doctor and we quickly found ourselves back on
the highway.

   Shortly after putting the car into cruise control, I felt a soft hand
rest on top of mine on the center console between the two seats.  I smiled
at Chloe, briefly, before accepting her hand and returning my gaze to the
road.  We traveled like this the remainder of the trip.

   The meeting with the doctor was mostly uneventful.  As my father had
mentioned the night before, she didn't ingest the majority of the pills and
was fine.  The blood tests confirmed this to be true and the doctor handed
us a list of suggested psychiatrists and rushed us out of his office.  I
was alarmed at his lack of compassion but was happy to get back on the
road.

   We drove straight home, our fingers tightly knitted together the whole
way there.

   As we pulled into the driveway, Chloe said, "God, I don't want to talk
to our parents.  They're just gonna bombard me with question after
question. That's the last thing I want."

   "Well, we can sneak through the back door if you like.  I do it
sometimes when I come home really late at night and don't want to wake
anyone up.  I'm kind of an expert at moving around silently," I explained.

   "Okay," she almost whispered.  I saw a familiar glint of joy in her
facial expression.  Whether it was real progression on her psyche or not, I
took it as a sign of hope--a light at the end of the tunnel.

   Trying to keep her mind occupied, I asked, "Can you get the bag?"

   "Sure.." she responded, a hint of confusion in her voice.

   I handed her the bag of leftover Chinese food and quickly exited the car
and circled around to the passenger door and opened her door before she had
a chance to.  I extended my hand for hers and she gracefully handed me the
bag of leftovers.  Giggling, she pulled herself out of the car.

   I motioned for her to be quiet and to follow me.  We silently made our
way past the backyard gate and to the back porch.  I tested the doorknob to
see if it was locked.  After discovering it was, I quickly pulled out my
key and carefully unlocked the deadbolt above the doorknob.  Easing the
door knob, I eventually stepped into the kitchen.  Leaving the door
slightly cracked open for vision, Chloe waited on the back porch while I
eased my way towards the edge of the kitchen to peak into the living room
for signs of life.

   "Is that you, Erik?" I heard my mom say from the living room.

   "Uhh, yeah.  We came in through the back because I, uhh, forgot my key,"
I said, hoping they would buy my story.  There was a hidden key in the
backyard for such occasions so it wasn't completely unreasonable.

   Behind me, I heard the back door close and Chloe's laughing voice.

   "God, you're such a dork!" she said, still laughing at me.

   As we stood in front of the staircase preparing to go upstairs, my mom
asked, "Well, how did it go?"

   "It went great Mom.  Clean bill of health.  Sorry to be short with you,
but I need to show Chloe something upstairs and it's very time sensitive,"
I explained, not even believing my own words as they spilled out of my
mouth.  I grabbed Chloe's hand and quickly ran upstairs with her following
close behind.

   "Wait!" I heard during the clutter of our footsteps.  We ignored them
and made our way into her room.

   "What was that all about?" Chloe asked after we closed the door.

   "I just figured you would want some privacy so I made up an excuse.  I
don't actually have anything to show you," I explained.

   She smiled.  She leaned into me and kissed my cheek.

   "Thank you, that was sweet."

   I smiled warmly back at her and said "Well, I'll leave you to your
thoughts then."

   As I reached for the doorknob, she grabbed my hand.

   "No, stay with me.  Please.  Let's watch some movies."

   It was unusual for her to go out of her way to spend time with me. 
Recently, anyway, our interactions were limited to little more than family
meals and holidays.

   "Okay."

   Chloe rushed to her collection of movies and after finding something
suitable, she slid it into the blu-ray player.  Afterwards, we assembled
onto her small twin sized bed as we had before, hand in hand.

   A Nightmare on Elm Street 2 began playing, I recognized.  Although I had
already seen the original when I watched it before in this very room, this
one was new to me.  Deeply engaged, I watched the whole movie with a sharp
gaze of interest; reacting to the violence with appropriate oohs and ahhs.

   About halfway into the movie, our mother cracked open the door and poked
her head in.  I instinctively freed my hand from Chloe's.  There's nothing
wrong with holding hands, why did I do that?  I rhetorically asked myself.
This practice was a common occurrence between us a few short years ago.  I
reprimanded my silliness and reached for her hand again.  She accepted it.

   "Hey, can I come in?" our mother asked.

   Not waiting for an answer, she entered the room and quietly closed the
door behind us, careful not to disturb our movie.

   "Can you pause it?" she whispered.

   Chloe, with her free left hand, reached for the remote sitting on her
windowsill and quickly paused the movie.  My mother flipped the light
switch on and turned to us.

   "Sorry to disturb your movie, but can you explain what the doctor told
you?" she asked.

   Remembering Chloe's disinterest in the current subject, I spoke up.

   "Sure, Mom.  The doctor said she was fine but that she should drink
plenty of water and take it easy the next few days.  Don't worry about what
happened, I made it clear that I will not allow it to happen again."

   My mother smiled and I noticed Chloe's hand on mine gripping tighter.

   "It feels me with happiness to see you two spending time together like
you used to.  You used to be so close.  I hope you two can spend more time
together."

   She turned and flipped the light back off.  Even though it was still
daytime, the light fixture added a glare to the TV.  Then, she turned to us
again and gave us another smile before leaving the room.

   Chloe studied the remote briefly and resumed the movie.  Afterwards,
however, instead of laying her head onto the heap of pillows like before,
she leaned over me and laid her head on my chest, her arm reaching over me.
I draped my left arm over her and turned towards her just slightly.

   As the movie played on, I could only focus on Chloe and her affection
for me.  I felt irresponsible for not paying more attention to her; for not
being there for her.  As her older brother, it was one of my
responsibilities to watch over her and keep her safe.  Whatever caused this
turmoil she was going through could have been prevented, and it was my
fault.  I resolved right then and there that I would never fail her again.

   We embraced each other like this for the remainder of the movie.  These
thoughts of protectiveness running through my mind, I studied the back of
her head as if to decipher some missing piece of the puzzle that I failed
to catch due to my absence.

   Resolving that I simply didn't know and it wasn't in her nature to open
up to people, I again felt the seeds of arousal building within my groin. I
focused on the girl in front of me that needed her older brother and tried
to push these thoughts to the back of my mind.  A failed task, however, as
I couldn't help but feel the soft pressure of her breasts against my chest.


   My left arm wrapped around her with my hand resting on her flat belly.
Without even realizing it, my hand had made its way below her already
rising blouse and was drawing small circles around her belly button.

   The movie ended before I even realized it was almost over.  As the
credits began to run down the screen, neither one of us made an effort to
move from the bed.  Time seemed to stand still as I held Chloe in my arms
with her resting on my chest.  Eventually, the blue hue from the blu ray
player home screen filled the room and still I held her.

   "Don't stop tickling me," she said.  I could hear the grogginess in her
voice indicating she had likely fallen asleep resting on my chest.

   I didn't even realize I had stopped but quickly resumed where I left
off. I leaned my cheek onto her head and breathed in the smell of
watermelon and mint.  Spearmint, I now recognized.  The lust inside me grew
stronger and I could feel the barriers in my mind faltering.  I couldn't
help but glance down at the generous cleavage I was awarded from this
angle. I could easily make out the sizable lumps of flesh within her black
lace bra.

   I dropped the facade of simply tickling her belly and began making broad
strokes with the palm of my hand from her exposed side to her flat belly.
Her skin was so smooth.  Feeling empowered, I began to make even wider
strokes, my thumb grazing the bottom of her bra.

   I felt her leg drape over mine.  Looking down, I could see her skirt had
started to fold in on itself, exposing half of her upper leg.  Her pale
skin looked so soft.  My eyes drank in the sight before me: her prominent
chest sitting under a thin blouse, her exposed belly and her long legs. 
She was undeniably sexy.

   "I should put on a new movie," I uttered.

   I scooted back from my prone position and sat with my back to the
pillows and headboard.  My sudden movement caused her to shift slightly as
well, her left hand now supporting her while she continued to lean into me.


   With my right hand, I gently brushed the exposed side of her face.  She
lifted her head and gazed into my eyes.  I held her cheek and gently rubbed
her with my thumb.  She stared at me lovingly and leaned into my hand.With
my other hand, I carefully positioned a small lock of dark hair behind her
ear.  As my finger slid across her skin, her eyes closed and a small, yet
warm smile formed on her lips.  I imagined it as the type of smile you
would involuntary make after waking up, fully rested, to the soft hum of
your favorite music and the smell of your favorite food.

   The barriers in my mind were now completely stomped and battered.  She
was simply stunning in such a carefree way; her simple movements
exemplifying angel-like qualities.  My heart skipped a beat as her piercing
hazel eyes opened again and stared into mine.

   Emboldened, I leaned forward and kissed her gently on the lips then
pulled away, still only inches from her lips.

   She took a sharp intake of breath through her nose and stared at me
longingly.  "I need you," was all she said.

   Immediately after, her hands found the back of my neck and she pulled
herself towards me and straddled my lap.  My hands slid down her back,
resting on the now exposed skin of her lower back.

   All my inhibitions were now gone.  I wanted this girl regardless of my
conscious brain telling me I shouldn't, but I wasn't going to make the
first move.  Gentle kisses notwithstanding.  I looked up at her and waited.


   I didn't have to wait long as moments later she turned her head and
attacked my mouth.  Her open mouth met with mine and I opened my mouth in
response.  She probed with her tongue, and I met it willingly with mine. 
She moaned as her tongue continued to invade my mouth.  We fed on each
other's mouths relentlessly, my hands massaging the flesh of her lower
back.

   My pulse thundering, I reached my hands under her skirt, which was now
rolled up entirely to her waist.  Which each hand, I gripped her ass and
began to knead the soft flesh and pulled her closer to.

   We broke off the kiss, briefly, to catch our breaths.

   "I feel so close to you," she said between quick breaths.

   I took this brief intermission to try to remedy the uncomfortable
position my now throbbing erection was in.  Without thinking, I unbuttoned
my jeans and pushed them to my knees and positioned my erection under the
waistband of my boxers.  It was now completely exposed, save for the few
inches that were still under my boxers.

   "I'm sorry, it was starting to hurt," I explained.

   Now completely consumed by passion for my sister, I gripped her ass
under her panties and started gliding her over my hard cock.  Her skirt was
now almost completely inverted so the only barrier between our two sexual
organs was her thin layer of panties.  Continuing to massage her firm ass
cheek with one hand, I ran my other hand down her leg, sliding a finger
down her crack.  My finger found her back door and I drew circles around
the edges.

   She moaned loudly and soon I was no longer moving her with my hands as
she was gliding up and down on her own.  She leaned back, supporting
herself with her hands which were resting near my knees, and started
gyrating faster.

   In this position, her large breasts bounced alluringly on her chest as
she continued to slide up and down my hard cock.  My cock was now leaking
pre-cum like a water faucet.

   The room was filled with the sounds of her small wooden bed creaking
wildly.

   Unwillingly, I lifted my hands from her ass and grabbed the bottom of
her blouse and pulled it above her chest.  She reactively reached behind
her back and unclasped the bra, freeing her breasts, before tossing it onto
the floor.

   Her large, firm breasts now on full display, I could only briefly drink
in how lovely they were before she leaned forward and once again attacked
my mouth.  She lightly ran her tongue across my teeth before meeting my
tongue.  She lured my tongue behind her lips and breathed air from my
lungs. Behind her, she grabbed my hands and placed them back on her ass.

   She continued to slide up and down my cock and I could feel her juices
running over my cock and dampening my boxers.

   She moaned into my mouth as I once again began rimming her asshole with
my middle finger.  Feeling adventurous, I plunged the first inch or two of
my finger into her back door.

   Breaking our wet kiss, she pulled back abruptly.  Again, I got a good
look at her impressive chest.  Her pink nipples and medium sized areolas
were almost the same color as her skin.

   "Oh, God!  I'm coming!" she nearly yelled.  Her bedroom being upstairs
on the other side of the house, I wasn't too concerned of our parents
hearing her, but she was quite loud.

   With my finger still inside her, I leaned forward and grabbed a large
handful of her left breast with my free hand and was amazed at how firm it
was.  I ran her small nipple between my thumb and index finger.

   "Don't stop!" she again yelled.  I started to become slightly concerned
with her carelessness but was no less to blame as I immediately withdrew my
other hand and grabbed her right breast and began tweaking both nipples at
once.

   She gasped and shook from the sudden overload of pleasure and briefly
stopped gyrating her hips.

   Feeling my impending orgasm, I immediately grabbed her ass cheeks and
pulled her too me.

   Her chest now at eye level, with one hand still guiding her crotch over
mine, I grabbed her shoulder with other hand and guided her chest to my
face.  Her right nipple, now a shade of red from my light pinching, was
inching towards my face and I eagerly began sucking on it.  I sucked as
much of her breast into my mouth as I could and lapped at the nub with my
tongue.

   "Oh God!  Yes!  That feels so good, Erik, don't stop!  Don't stop!" she
moaned into my ear.

   Our underwear was now soaked in our fluids as she continued to glide her
pussy over my hard cock.

   The sensation of her spongy mound in my mouth and her loud commanding
voice in my ear triggered my orgasm and I gripped her ass hard, surely
leaving bruises, and pulled her body into mine one last time as my cock
began to shudder and shoot wave after wave of semen up my stomach and
chest.

   She once again moaned loudly, signaling what I can only assume was her
second orgasm.  She collapsed onto me and was panting heavily.

   "Wow," she said to know one in particular.  "That was incredible."

   She collapsed onto me.  I could feel her warm breath on my neck as she
panted heavily from our incestuous bout of grinding.

   After catching her breath, she pulled back up and leaned in again to
kiss me when we heard:

   "Kids!  Dinner's ready!"

   continue......


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