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 Title: The Tackle Pt.  01


Summary: A brother saves his sister starting a chain of events...


Keywords: inc,fic



   I didn't cross the line until two years after the Tackle, but I think I
have to start with it.  It was the high water mark of my high school
experience, the turning point of how my sister and I viewed each other, and
a really great hit, from a technical perspective.

   It was after school at the very start of my senior year.  I was dicking
around with my friends, just hanging around at my car in the parking lot.
We were talking about the weed we were going to smoke later and telling
stupid jokes.  Dumb teenager shit.  That changed when Stevie ran up to me.

   Stevie was one of my little sister's best friends.  He was a super-nerd,
like her.  And like her, I had a lot of respect for him.  I mean, he was
tiny but pretty brave all things considered, and he treated my sister with
respect when a lot of dudes just talked over her.  Today he looked scared
and of breath.  I was immediately worried.

   "Ja...Jamie...Bryan Harrison...behind the wall..." was all he got out,
pointing in the direction of the short brick wall that fenced off school
property from the public park next door.  I could see Bryan's head but not
my sister's.  That wasn't a surprise as she was a lot shorter than him.  It
was a popular place for people to smoke and do mischief.  I knew Bryan.  I
immediately thought of a few things that he could be doing, none of them
good.  I started sprinting around the wall.

   When I turned the corner I could see a small circle of people standing
around, not doing anything.  I was angry then but later I didn't blame
them. Most if not all of them were smaller than Bryan.  Shit, everyone was
smaller than him.  It didn't matter to me though.  I cared more about my
sister than...well, anyone I guess.  Certainly, more than my own well
being.

   I could see that two of her friends (Greg and Julian) were standing
there shouting, but the lackeys were holding them back, which didn't cost
them a lot of effort.  Bless them for trying.  I don't remember the
lackey's names and I'm not sure I ever knew them.  What bothered me was
that they had looks of concern on their faces.  Like what Bryan was doing
had offended even their degenerate consciences.  I sped up.

   He should have seen me coming.  I was pissed as hell and moving like a
freight train.  He was too focused on trying to peel back my little
sister's shirt from where he had just torn it.

   He was a few inches taller than me and definitely stronger.  But it
turns out if you're moving fast enough and don't care if you hurt yourself,
you can take pretty much anyone out.  I performed a picture perfect
shoulder tackle, blindsiding him with terrific force.  We hit the ground
together, but only I was expecting the impact.  So I was swinging already
and he still didn't know what was going on.  The look of surprise on his
face as my fist hit him the first time was priceless.  I don't remember a
lot of the rest of the fight.  I know that I landed a few more punches
before a tall guy from the football team pulled me off of him.  I remember
that he was laughing and I thought that was strange but mostly I was still
too mad and shouting curses at Bryan to care.

   My little sister looked at me, shocked at first, then grateful, then
worried.  She had already made the connection that I would get in trouble.
She was a lot smarter than I was.  Still is.  I rolled my eyes at her
dramatically, letting her know what I thought of that bullshit.  She smiled
a little at that.  That made it all worthwhile.

   She had some bad dreams for a while but bounced back remarkably quickly.
Mom was great and supportive and took her to someone to talk to right away.


   My parents told me that fighting was bad except for very unusual
occasions like this, but Mom hugged me and Dad gave me a beer and then they
bought me a game system.  They were both pacifists more or less so I don't
think they could have brought themselves to actually say "Good job kicking
his ass" but I knew that they were proud of me and that was enough.

   I was threatened with suspension.  But it turns out that everyone hated
Bryan, so lots of people stepped forward and told the staff that he was
basically trying to molest my sister.  That got me downgraded to detention.
I was ok with that, but my Dad went to the superintendent of the district
and said:

   "So.  If my son hadn't been there, who, specifically, would have stopped
that sexual predator from raping my daughter?"

   The next day, as if by magic, I was released from detention with a Stern
Warning about Proper Behavior and Reporting Crimes to the Authorities.  I
nodded and agreed and thanked the principal and then left his office before
I started laughing.  I love my Dad.

   I was worried about Bryan retaliating but he was arrested for what he
had done and then other girls started coming forward.  He was a juvenile
but he didn't get out till he was an adult.  Last I heard he was only on
the outside for about a month before being arrested for trying to force a
kid into his van.  So this is where he exits our story.

   So.  My one brave act, everyone ends up ok.  Happy ending.  Story over.
Roll credits.  Everyone go home.

   No.  This was, as it turned out, just the prelude.  The main performance
was yet to come.

   --

   Best Friends

   --

   The Tackle led me to Irwin.  And without him being in my life the, uh,
more socially unacceptable elements of this story would never have
happened.

   Although I'd of course seen him around, we never really spoke until
about a week later.  It was lunch and I was eating at the cafeteria when
someone sat down across from me.  It was the kid who pulled me off of
Bryan. He was tall and lanky and smiling.  He just sat there for a moment,
and then laughed.

   "What?" I said, curious but not annoyed.  He's honestly good-natured
enough that its almost impossible to be annoyed with him.

   "I was just thinking about when you hit Bryan again.  Whenever I do I
end up laughing.  It was so beautiful.  The best tackle I've ever seen,
really.  Oh, I'm Irwin, by the way."

   I smiled despite myself.

   "That bastard deserves worse than a beat down," I said, grimly.

   "He does," Irwin said, still smiling, "but for now he's out of the
picture, and a lot of girls and a few boys have you to thank.  I really
didn't see it coming either.  You probably didn't notice me at first, being
as focused as you were, but I was in that circle of gawkers.  I had been
walking towards Bryan, slowly.  I knew that I'd get hurt if I interfered.
I'd fight, sure, but it was inevitable.  I just kept telling myself that I
couldn't watch this happen and not do anything."

   I smiled again, wider this time.

   "That makes me feel a little better about humanity."

   "Well, I still don't know if I really had the balls for it.  I could
still have backed down.  Right when I was reaching the point of no return I
saw a blur go past me at about a hundred miles an hour.  Next thing I knew
Bryan was on the ground, bleeding, and you were beating the shit out of
him. If the yearbook committee asks me what the best part of Senior year
was for me, I'm gonna tell them about that tackle." He laughed again.  It
was infectious and I joined him.

   "Seriously though, you should try out for the team.  Our secondary is
weak, you could easily walk on as like a free safety or something.  I play
corner, I know talent."

   I'd never even considered trying out for the team.  I was a laid-back
guy, not really into sports, and my parents were both basically ex-hippies.
Not the sort to have football around.  But Irwin's words had a certain
appeal to me.

   "Yeah, ok.  I'll talk to the coach.  You owe me when he laughs me off
the field though."

   "Never happen.  He already knows about your skills, I made sure of it.
We'll talk more after your first practice."

   I spoke to the coach that afternoon, and to my surprise, he signed me up
right away.  The secondary was really weak.  The current safeties were both
sophomores and not really big enough to do the job well despite their
speed.

   Irwin introduced me around, showed me the ropes.  He also explained, in
great detail, how much pussy I was going to be drowning in just from being
on the team.  He was being half-truthful, but he did it in a hilariously
over-the-top fashion.  He was dating Trina, who I had a crush on, but there
was no element of competition or jealousy.  I was more of a slut than him,
so I rotated through a bunch of on-again/off-again booty calls.  'No
attachments, no problems' was my motto.

   He gave good advice about women, life choices, everything, really.  I
was a good listener and friend, always had his back, always ready to help.
On the field, he was the master of interceptions and I became the
secondary's best tackler.  In short, we became best friends.  We still are.


   I don't regret any part of my relationship with Irwin, but it would have
some pretty fateful consequences later on.

   --

   Am I Attractive?

   --

   About a month after the incident, life had largely returned to normal.
My parents didn't really approve of me playing football, but this was
before the whole concussion thing was a big deal and I was really only
going to be on the field for a single year.  To their surprise, they
enjoyed coming to the games.  Even Jamie went, which was nice of her.  If
there was anyone less interested in football than she was, I'd never met
them.

   Now would be a good time to talk a little about Jamie, my little sister.
She was and is the smartest person I know.  She'd say I was biased but its
really just the truth.  In my senior year of high-school I was unashamed
that she was helping me with my homework regularly in math and science, and
even editing my essays.  She was only a sophomore but she was taking AP
courses and hit the honor roll every semester.

   Jamie was a nerd.  Again, I don't say this with any negative
connotations.  Maybe if I was in a typical family it would have been an
issue, I dunno, but our parents just let us be ourselves.  So I was a laid
back popular guy with decent grades and she was a nerdy genius.  She hung
with a crew of fellow nerds (Greg, Stevie, and Julian) who were and are
still friends.  She loved a lot of the typical stuff you'd expect: Star
Trek, Dungeons & Dragons (she was the regular DM for her group), Doctor
Who, Anime, and Comic Books (but only indie titles).  She never let gender
roles hold her to anything she wasn't interested in.  About the only
completely stereotypical "girl interest" that she participated in was a
huge and well-read collection of "Shoujo Manga" which basically amounted to
extremely dramatic romance stories targeted at teen girls.

   She would frequently share her thoughts on all of these subjects,
talking about fan-theories, bouncing ideas for dungeons off of me, asking
me for costume advice.  She knew it wasn't my thing but I had no problems
participating.  I even went to a couple of cons with her and had fun.  Her
passions were part of what made her so wonderful.  For her part, if I
wanted to see an action movie or go for a hike or something, she joined in
too, even if she wasn't interested or in the best of shape.  We were good
friends.

   Where I managed to be a good brother to her though was in the fields of
protection (as you have seen) and advice.  She had real problems relating
to some people.  Boys in high school are already jerks, but if she had to
talk to one who was even remotely attractive she got super-shy and really
had no idea how to flirt.  On top of that, she was convinced that she was
the least appealing girl in her class.  It was a self-esteem problem which
went back to being bullied back in elementary school by people like Bryan.

   So, like I said, it was about a month after the incident.  The school
had stopped talking about it and things were back to normal, for the most
part.  I was very grateful that Jamie seemed to be less anxious.  I knew
that she would have to deal with some trauma from it for a long time but I
hoped that most of it had faded.  On more than one night she'd come into my
room after a really bad nightmare that she refused to talk about.  I let
her sleep in my bed.  It was the only thing I could do for her and no, it
wasn't weird because I'd just sleep on the floor.  She felt protected
having her big brother in the room and that was enough for me.

   On that day I was doing calc homework and had asked her for help earlier
so I was expecting her at some point.  She was never exactly the most
punctual girl so typically she'd just wander in.  We had an open door
policy where nobody had to knock unless the door was closed.  Privacy was
strictly enforced though.  It was not unusual for us to study together
whether one of us was helping the other or not, in either of our rooms. 
Most of the time with the doors opened, but if we needed to concentrate or
we ended up talking about unrelated gossip or whatever we might close the
door.  No biggie because nobody was misbehaving.  Mom and Dad were so used
to it they never really bothered to check up on us.  I guess I should be
thanking God for that because of what happened later, but for now, it
wasn't even something we thought of.

   On this day she came in, carrying her notebook and calculator, but she
closed the door behind her before sitting on my bed.  That really wasn't
necessary for studying, so I expected something like what she said next.

   "Bro, can I ask you something?"

   She said it in kind of a sad and resigned way.  If there was anything
that triggered my protectiveness, it was that voice.  I immediately stopped
working, stood up from my desk and sat next to her.

   "What's up, tiny?"

   Tiny had been my name for her since she was literally tiny, around age
five.  No one else anywhere could get away with comments about her height.
She liked being tiny compared to me.

   "Do you...do you think I'm attractive?"

   This surprised me a bit.  Like I said earlier, I knew about her
self-esteem issues but she'd never addressed this kind of question so
directly to me before.  The fact was that as of sophomore year, she was
cute.  Really cute.  She was short, kind of petite, with shoulder-length
blonde hair that she kept simple.  Her glasses (because of course she had
to wear glasses) were not old-fashioned but stylish.  They perfectly framed
her brown eyes and made them look bigger.  She learned how to do her makeup
from youtube, largely for the purposes of cosplay, but she was an expert
and the same skills applied.  This is uncomfortable for me to talk about
given her age and the fact that she was my sister, but I think its
relevant. She was slender as a lot of teen girls were, but even then she
had curves.  I could tell that the boys her age noticed, even though she
didn't really dress to emphasize them.

   I mean, had I not been her brother, I'd have been into her at least a
little.  That's really part of the problem.  But I'm getting ahead of
myself.  At this moment, I wasn't prepared to tell my sister that she was
kind of hot.  Maybe I just should have, but I didn't.  I went with safe and
non-specific.

   "Yes.  You are super-cute.  For real."

   She smiled a little.

   "Yeah but you have to say that.  You're my big brother.  Its like part
of the deal."

   "No, I don't.  I'd tell you if you were an uggo.  I'd be all like 'Yes,
you are the tiniest of uggos'"

   She laughed, which was great to hear.  But she turned serious again.

   "Well...why are no boys interested in me?"

   "Are we talking about all boys?  Because I could probably find some who
are.  Or specific boys?"

   The thing about Jamie was she was a romantic for sure.  She had crushes
like other people had tic-tacs: A handful all at once.

   "Well...like Stevie.  I...I've always kinda liked him.  And we hang out
all the time, but he doesn't even check me out!"

   "Honey, Stevie never checks you out because he's too busy checking me
out.  He's like the gayest kid I know.  Not that I care, its an ego boost,
but you can't really use him as a yardstick for your attractiveness."

   Her eyes got big.  I could see that it never crossed her mind.  She was
close to Stevie, I'm sure that they'd had numerous heart-to-heart
conversations about a variety of topics, but she still had trouble reading
him.

   "Look.  I desperately need help with this problem and you're super cute
and you probably need to hook up Stevie with someone before he gets
desperate and starts following strange men to their cars."

   She finally burst out laughing and I joined her.  When she was done she
helped me with my homework.  All was well.

   I still wonder what would have happened if I had just been a little more
truthful and honestly laid out the ways in which she was genuinely
attractive to me, specifically.  Maybe it would have made things weirder,
or maybe it would have prevented some other things.  No way to know, I
guess.

   Every now and then over the next two years she'd come and ask me a
similar question, or about why a given boy didn't like her the way she
liked him.  She had some seriously bad luck in that she'd fall for boys who
were unavailable for a variety of reasons, but even when I told her that a
boy probably did like her, she'd be too nervous to approach him or even
respond if he started talking to her.

   I ended up holding her a lot while she cried when these boys she liked
broke her heart by accident by going out with other girls.  I felt bad for
her, but I also knew that her situation wasn't that unusual, really.  I
told her what I thought was the truth: High School would end.  College
would be better.  Wait, you'll see.

   I mean, it was true for me so it would have to be true for her, right?`

   --

   Two Years Later

   --

   Time passed.  Irwin and I graduated.  He got a football scholarship to
the local city college.  I walked on as safety again, but I was mostly a
backup.  We were in college.  The professors mostly treated us like adults,
the classes were more interesting, the girls were exponentially hotter, and
things were generally looking up.

   Irwin surprised everyone and went pre-law, although he confessed that
the humanities interested him more, his major kept his dad off of his back.
I pursued being an athletic trainer for college sports, which in and of
itself was no joke and would require a master's degree if I wanted to get
anywhere with it.  Trina followed Irwin, but the college also had solid
biology and art programs, which was what she wanted to pursue.  They were
also getting more serious, which I think surprised both of them.

   Irwin and Trina lived on campus, but I needed to save money so I lived
at home.  It was kind of a pain but was common, and my parents gave me
plenty of privacy and never bothered me when I came home stoned at 4 am.  I
got a job doing all kinds of stuff at the university gym, and the money I
saved by not needing to pay rent allowed me to go on trips with a variety
of attractive women for pretty much the entire summer after freshman year.
Oh yeah, I was even more successful in college, where my laid-back attitude
and complete lack of aggressive masculinity played well with mature young
women who were tired of being treated like objects or something you put
nice behavior in and expected sex out of.

   In fact, Trina had started calling me a slut and while Irwin defended me
(as a good bestie should) he privately asked me if I was ever going to
actually date anyone.  Well, I'd tell him, it's not like I'm lying to these
girls.  I'd always explain exactly what kind of relationship we'd have: it
would be fun, we'd go to interesting places, we'd have sex and she'd have
orgasms.  Besides, I didn't really have any emotional connection with any
of them beyond friendship.

   My entire first year was a bit of a blur, being busy or getting busy
most of the time.  The summer was also pretty busy.  I was either working
for cash or spending that cash on trips with various girls.  At the start
of my sophomore year in college I was starting to tire out a bit. 
Constantly being out late, playing football (even as a second stringer) and
working was running me ragged.  I finally decided I had to quit football. I
was doing it for fun and it wasn't anymore, plus I had a minor ankle injury
that I was worried might impact other areas of my life.  Fall break found
me doing something that I rarely did: staying at home and resting.

   Jamie was over the moon.  It wasn't like I meant to ignore her, but I do
have to admit that I had seen a lot less of her since college started.  And
while I could keep my hoe-ing secret from Mom and Dad, Jamie didn't
approve. I explained that I wasn't taking advantage of anyone or lying or
cheating, but she'd just narrow her eyes and shake her head.  I really
didn't like that I might be disappointing her.  That was really the first
time that my lifestyle haunted me at all.  I made the decision that I would
start spending more spare time with her, starting with this break.  I loved
her and she still looked up to me.  I didn't want her to start to resent
me.

   In any case, we still got along fine.  She was a senior in high school
now, taking college-level courses.  We had an hours-long conversation and
got each other caught up on our lives.  I told her about Irwin's success on
the field (she liked him too but in a second big brother kind of way),
Trina's research opportunities and painting-shows (Jamie really looked up
to her), and my grades, which were actually pretty great.

   I was sure to tell her that I still used her study techniques and that
the base of knowledge that she helped me establish had made my courses much
easier.  This seemed to take the sting out of me not being around much last
summer due to my, uh, activities.

   She told me about her group.  Stevie and Greg had hooked up, which I
agreed was excellent news.  Julian was following in my footsteps and seemed
to have the goal of sleeping with every boy and girl in the Art Club.  I
shook my head disapprovingly but privately cheered him in his quest.  They
were all still very close friends and played D&D together.  A girl named
Ellie had joined their crew this year and they had become fast friends. 
Ellie was also pretty awkward and was a good source of moral support for
her with regards to romantic troubles.  I noted that Jamie said that she
was cute for future reference but even I was a little bit loathe to try to
seduce my sisters best friend.

   After we got caught up, I took her out to dinner.  I decided that I'd
spend the money that I usually spent on being a degenerate on Jamie this
break, both to assuage my guilt and maybe boost her self-esteem a little. I
really did love hanging out with her and showing it more couldn't help.  It
was more or less a date, sort of.  In the back of my mind, I was thinking
that if she got used to interacting with men in social situations then she
might have more luck.  At this point, I was cheering for my sister to find
a boy that she liked and have a great first sexual experience but I was
conflicted about the idea of anyone, even a generally good person, taking
her virginity.  I wrote that feeling off as just being a good protective
big brother, but I don't think that covered it.

   I think it was jealousy.

   We went to a local steakhouse, the sort of place that isn't too
expensive, but that's still classy enough to turn down the lights at night
and light some candles.  We didn't dress up or anything, I really wanted
this to be casual and relaxed.  It was good to be with a girl I felt an
emotional connection to, and I wanted to continue the same sort of easy
conversation that we had earlier that day.  She was smiling when the server
seated us.

   "Wow.  I don't think I've been here without Mom and Dad.  It's
...different with you."

   "Well," I philosophized, "You can swear as much as you fucking want to.
And get me to tell you stories that I'd never talk about in front of the
parents.  Oh, and I might sneak you some wine if you're good, Tiny."

   She laughed, playing along.

   "Hmm.  I don't know.  You have something of a reputation, dear brother.
You might just be getting me drunk to take advantage of me.  Many of my
peers have remarked that my elder sibling was 'totally fuckable, but a
complete slut'."

   I almost spit out my water.  I'd never heard her talk like that before.
It was equally shocking and hilarious.  I managed to keep it together
enough to respond with mock seriousness.

   "Please don't slut-shame me.  I'm expressing my natural tendencies in an
ethical fashion."

   She rolled her eyes dramatically, but then her mouth turned down into a
small frown.  It was the look she had when she was sad but trying not to
show it.  I paid attention.

   "Seriously.  Why do you...do that?  I mean, go out with so many girls.
Or just sleep with them.  Are they like challenges to overcome and when
you're done with them you put your trophy on the shelf and forget about
it?"

   I was taken aback by this.  I knew men who thought like that.  I never
did though.  I barely thought about consquences at all.  Maybe that was the
problem.  I decided that now was as good a time as any for transparency.

   "No.  I'd never do that.  I've sincerely enjoyed being with every girl
that I've dated.  I'm friends with most of them.  And it's not like I just
jump to a new girl's bed every time I get horny.  I have, uh, 'regulars'. I
guess, to answer your question, I do it because I have needs and desires
like anyone else.  And..."

   I trailed off, unsure about going deeper.

   "And?" she said, suddenly very interested.

   I sighed.

   "And, I don't feel anything for them beyond friendship.  What I do feel
is real, and some of them are among the people I trust the most, but
there's nothing deeper.  I tried to date women without that spark but I end
up feeling a lot worse than if we kept it light and fun because I would be
deceiving at least them and maybe myself.  And it ends badly."

   At that point, the server came back and broke up the heavy mood.  Thank
god.  I ordered the ribeye and she got the prime rib.  I raised my eyebrows
but didn't complain.  She smirked at me afterward.  Was this revenge for
what she saw as my bad behavior?  What she said next made me think that it
was.  Well, it just made me think in general.

   She looked away, face getting a bit melancholy.

   "I know you aren't vain or full of yourself, but maybe it might help if
you weren't so humble.  Have you ever considered that girls...women too I
guess, might see you as something other than a one night stand?  That they
see a very kind, generous, loving person who also happens to be hot?  And
maybe you aren't lying, but some of them go out with you thinking or hoping
that maybe they will be the one that you'll feel something for?  I know you
aren't really to blame but...I can't help but think you have some
responsibility.  I know you've broken some hearts.  Once I had a drunk
blonde girl yell at me at a party.  I had no idea who she was but
apparently she didn't even warrant a second booty call.  I yelled back at
her until she burst into tears.  Then I ended up talking her down outside.
She just kept asking me what was wrong with her that you didn't love her.
It was so sad."

   Holy shit.  I've never claimed to be a smart person.  I'm proud of the
grades I get in my program because it's difficult, but I get there through
work, not naturally.  It had honestly never even occurred to me that the
girls that I slept with might see me as something more than I see them as.
I was honest, right?  I never lied or cheated.  I always behaved ethically.

   Then why did I feel so awful?  Dammit.

   "The girl was Amy.  I remember that she looked a little like you, but
not as pretty.  I got some drunken calls and texts from her that
were...pretty emotional.  I just wrote her off as being crazy.  I never
meant to hurt her.  I'm sorry."

   I don't know who I was apologizing to.  Amy?  Jamie?  Both of them at
the same time?  And wait, did I just admit that Amy looked like my sister
but not as attractive?  Amy was, for the record, extremely hot.  Fuck. 
Well, hopefully, she'd forget about that.

   Jamie reached out and took my hand, her eyes understanding.

   "I'm not trying to make you feel bad, I swear.  I just know you is all.
If one of your partners did something extreme to hurt themselves you'd
never forgive yourself.  Hell, if Amy walked in here and shot you then
you'd feel guilty that she went to jail.  That's who you are."

   I laughed at the image, as dark as it was.  Jamie laughed too.  I took
this as an opportunity to lighten things up a little as well.

   "Ok.  Well, here is my proposal.  Tonight will be a learning experience.
For both of us.  This is now officially a date."

   Her eyes got huge and I tried not to laugh.  I continued.

   "What I mean is, we'll do some roleplaying.  We'll pretend to be on a
first date.  I'll be on my best behavior, trying to get to know you as a
person rather than just try to jump in the sack with you.  I'll make
conversation and won't be slutty.  And you can practice being out with a
man and flirting.  You always worry about making mistakes but you know I
don't judge so you can be yourself and relax.  Win-win."

   She reached over, grabbed my wine and took a big sip, then set it down.

   "All right," she said softly, "but you have to really act like you're my
date.  And tell me how I did at the end of the night.  And be honest."

   "Agreed," I said, not even remotely considering the implications of any
part of what Jamie had just said.

   She squeezed my hand.  I suddenly realized that we had been holding
hands for a few minutes now.  It just seemed right and natural.  After what
I'd just said I squeezed back.  Had to keep up appearances, and this seemed
romantic without being overtly sexual in nature.  That's what I told
myself, anyway.

   The dinner passed.  The food was good, the company better.  She was
flirtatious in a way that I'd never seen before.  She was witty, of course,
so she could complement and double-entendre as well as anyone, and she
found excuses to touch me with her hand or rub her foot against my leg. 
Every now and then I said something challenging.  Nothing major.  I'd be
very direct with a question or flirt right back at her.  These were things
that I knew from experience made her freeze up, or feel awkward.  She did a
pretty good job.  Sometimes she would get a look like a deer in headlights
for a moment and then steal some of my wine before answering.

   To be honest, she stole a lot of my wine.  As the evening went on she
got bolder.  Nothing too serious but by the time I paid the check her hand
was on my knee more often than not and she was giving me looks that I could
only describe as 'bedroom eyes'.  I realized that she had slipped into the
role of the pursuer and because I was trying not to be overly forward I had
become 'hard to get'.  It was an interesting role reversal and I found it
enticing.

   Maybe enticing isn't the right word.  Maybe arousing is.

   Driving her home was an adventure.  I began to get actively worried that
she was going to try...something.  I wasn't sure exactly what but I knew
that I couldn't let this go too far, especially after just making a big
deal about trying not to sleep around.  And that's beside the whole point
of her being my little sister.

   How was it an adventure, you ask?  Well, her hand didn't leave my knee
the whole way home.  I moved it off, shifted around, but all that happened
was that it moved up to my thigh.  I was worried if I resisted any more she
would end up giving me a hand job.  And the looks she was shooting me were
smoldering.  If I would have been with someone else there would have been
no doubt whatsoever that we would be fucking later.

   When we got home I opened her door for her, and thankfully, things
defused a bit when she released her loud, delightfully nerdy laugh.

   "Oh my god that was so much fun.  I didn't freak you out too much, did
I? I...I just got really into it.  It was so fun just being sexy and...and
watching a man react to it how I wanted him to.  And you were trying so
hard to be on your best behavior so you were a little nervous and that made
me feel better about feeling nervous."

   It all rushed out of her and I felt relieved.  She was just really into
the whole scenario, so my idea was as much a success for her as it was good
practice for me being a little more restrained.  Great.  But she went on.

   "So," she said more hesitantly, "How did I do?  You promised to tell me,
remember?  Be honest, even if it hurts a little.  I...I know that you care
about me and just want me to do well so criticism is ok."

   Well, this I could do.  I was glad I could be both honest and positive.

   "Uh, you were amazing.  I was struggling to be on my best behavior.  You
were, without a doubt, the most seductive girl that I've ever been on a
date with.  The way you were talking and touching me drove me wild.  I was
honestly worried about what would happen when we got home.  I only have so
much willpower."

   Her face and changed, going from light to serious.  I could tell,
however, that it was because she was touched by my words rather than
offended or depressed by them.  I paused for a moment, then had another
thought.  Any sensible person would have kept it to themselves.  I guess I
had a lot of wine too.

   "Oh, and of course neither of us really dressed up for a date.  But your
body in jeans and a sweatshirt is way more hot than any other girl I've
been with in the skimpiest slinky dress."

   Her face got even more serious and took on an odd cast like she had just
seen something surprising.  I realized immediately that I had gone too far
by commenting on how amazing her body was, but I couldn't take it back. 
Not without hurting her or lying.

   So I've been avoiding talking about this because it forces me to examine
what I've repressed for years.  Jamie...had changed.

   Hey, we all do.  Puberty, right?  It turns out that Jamie was a late
bloomer.  I told you earlier that she was a hottie in her sophomore year.
And she was, just petite and slender.  She was still petite, but no-one who
looked at her would think "slender" anymore.

   The phrase that they would use, the one that I had overheard other men
use, would be "extremely fuckable".  A nicer way to say it would be
voluptuous.  She was about the same height but she'd let her hair grow
longer.  Her glasses were new but just as fashionable.  Her makeup skills
were even better.  While it was simple that night she could easily go from
anywhere between "perfect contour" to "sexy goth".  But the stuff out of
her control was what had really changed.

   Her hips had widened out and her ass had grown a little and taken on the
shape of a perfect upside-down heart.  It wasn't flat, either, but flared
out into something round that would fit into the hand nicely.  Her waist
had not grown, giving her an amazing hourglass.  And to top it off
(literally) her bust had increased.  Significantly.  I'm sure it was "only"
a C-cup, but on her petite frame her firm breasts pushed at any material
and it was clear that there was no sag, either.

   I didn't just feel bad because I had quite obviously said that my little
sister was hot as fuck, but also because she was still getting used to
being so.  She didn't like showing off her body in part because of how
creepier older men had treated her.  I didn't want to be added to the list
of men she felt that she couldn't trust, nor did I want her to think that
was the only way that I saw her.

   She had a strange smile on her face.  I'd never seen it before, which
naturally worried me.  Then she bit her lip, and I got really worried.  I
was too slow to prevent what happened next, or I just didn't want to.  She
reached up and put her hand on the side of my face.  And then she leaned in
and kissed me.

   It wasn't chaste.  It wasn't a sister kissing her brother.  As soon as
it started, I responded, and as soon as I did, I felt her tongue dart into
my mouth.  I instinctively reached out to hold her, thank god I grabbed her
shoulders.  Unfortunately, that seemed to remind her that she, too, had
hands, and they weren't all that busy.  Suddenly both of her hands were
running through my hair, along my back, even pulling at my shirt to get
underneath and touch my skin.  This was something that was one of my
personal turn-ons.  Feeling a woman's hands on me when she clearly wants me
drives me wild, even if she isn't touching anything particularly sensitive.


   At this point, we were making out heavily, the kind of kissing where you
aren't breathing enough and will have to stop soon to catch your breath
before you go back in and escalate further.  Jamie didn't wait for that. 
Suddenly, I felt her small hand grasping my now-hard cock right through my
jeans.  I stopped kissing her instinctively and said her name, like a moan.
Like a lover.

   "Jaimie, god..."

   That seemed to wake her up.  She released my cock, much to my
disappointment, and stepped back.  Her hand was on her mouth.  She was
clearly in shock.  Oh fuck, I'd done it now...I was sure of it.  But I
wasn't really thinking clearly about the sequence of events.

   "I...I'm sorry," she said, "I, uh, need to go..."

   And then she turned and ran inside the house.  I couldn't see her
anymore but I knew that she ran up the stairs to her room and that I would
find the door closed when I went after her.

   Well, shit.

   --

   Irwin's Story

   --

   I didn't bother Jamie that night.  I knew it would make things worse. 
The following morning I ran into her in the hall and tried to talk to her.
I opened my mouth but she spoke over me, talking fast and clearly wanting
to be nowhere near me.

   "I can't right now please leave me alone ok I love you."

   It was the way she spoke when she was anxious or feeling really low. 
Mom and Dad noticed the way she was and exchanged a look but they didn't
say anything.  The truth was that she was, in fact, smarter than all of us.
I know that all of us worried about her but none of us wanted to make
anything worse by pushing.  She would, normally, eventually open up to
someone.  Most often me.  I doubted she would be talking to anyone about
this.

   I felt that I'd triggered this so I couldn't do nothing.  I had to save
my sister.  This was worse than Bryan, in that I couldn't just tackle it
head on and hope for victory.  I needed help, so I went to the person I
knew who gave the best advice.

   "Irwin dude, I know you were planning on leaving this afternoon but I
need your help."

   "Whoa, calm down, dude.  I got time for you.  The girl will understand
if we have to leave a little later.  What do you need?"

   I stopped and thought about somewhere we could talk without family or
friends.

   "Hey, the college library will be empty, meet me there in a half hour.
Oh, and, uh, come alone.  Its kind of sensitive," I said kind of
sheepishly. Irwin trusted Trina implicitly and I did for the most part,
too. I was more worried about judgment than my secrets getting out.

   We met and took the elevator up to the seventh floor, which was the
sociology and psychology section.  It was usually pretty quiet when class
was in session but during the break it was dead.  Irwin and I were the only
ones there.  We sat at one of the old wooden desks.  Despite knowing we
were alone, I talked low, almost a whisper.  I was ashamed, but I knew that
Irwin would, at least, know what to say to make me look at this rationally.
I explained everything, watching his eyebrows rise in shock.  I finished
explaining the chain of events.

   I stopped talking.  Irwin sat back.  I gave him time.  I knew that he
was thinking.  He only thought fast on the field, otherwise, he took his
time, considering things from all angles.  It was reassuring to watch.

   "Ok, bro.  I think I know what you gotta do, but you're gonna need to
listen to me really closely.  Maybe you'll like it, probably not.  I can't
and won't tell you what the right path is, but maybe I can help you figure
it out."

   I took a deep breath.

   "All right.  I'm listening."

   "Cool.  You're gonna need to settle in because I have a story for you.
The problem here is that you're thinking conventionally, and only from your
perspective.  Once I explain things to you I think you'll understand a
little better.  Oh, and no-one can know about what I'm going to tell you."

   That surprised me.  I thought I was doing all the shameful admissions
today.  Irwin began to speak and I didn't interrupt him.  He was doing me a
favor, after all.

   "I've told you before that I'm dyslexic and also needed a speech
therapist in elementary and middle school.  It was rough, but I don't like
to complain about it now.  I'm doing ok, after all.  I never really told
you what it did to me, though."

   "I was shorter, lonely, and bullied.  And I survived but every year
things didn't seem to get better.  I know that the speech therapy helped
and my reading was improving, which also improved my grades, but my social
life and confidence were going in the opposite direction."

   "It got to the point where I just gave up.  I did my homework, went to
school, but refused to do anything else.  I stopped trying to make friends,
wouldn't play any sports.  I spent all my time in my room.  My parents
didn't know what to do.  They tried to convince me to go out with them and
were really too pushy about it.  I stopped talking to them to except when I
absolutely needed to."

   "In my freshman year, Rebecca intervened.  You know her, you know what
she's like."

   I did know her.  She was about three years older than Irwin.  They were
close (although I had no idea how far that went).  I'd met her a lot, she
was friendly and fun.  She was very curious and liked to joke around. 
Never a mean word from her.  I even noticed that she and Trina had become
friends.  Not only that, but she was, pardon my terminology, stacked.  She
was tall, brunette, great breasts, athletic, and didn't like bras.  She
knew that I noticed but didn't care as long as I wasn't a creep about it.
She had just graduated from a private college and was trying to find work
in a much larger city to the north.  I hadn't seen her in a while and I
wondered what she'd been up to.

   "Yeah, so she basically just opened my door and came in.  No knocks. 
She never did that.  She loved that I respected her privacy so she did the
same.  She sat next to me on the bed.  Just sat.  I was too stunned to
complain.  Then she kissed me on the head and told me that she was taking
me somewhere.  It wasn't an order.  It was more like this was how things
were and she was just letting me know as a courtesy."

   "So I went with her.  It turns out she was just taking me to hang out
with some of her friends at the coffee shop.  These were artists, drama
geeks, political junkies, some from the college, some from our school, some
who were a lot older.  What she knew, and I didn't, was that they may have
been odd and critical of each other they were extremely accepting.  There
wasn't a question of why she brought me, or if I could even do anything
important.  No one even expected me to say anything.  So I listened.  They
had amazing conversations, and I got to drink coffee."

   "We'd talk on the way back about what happened.  She'd ask me what I
thought and really listened.  Going to the coffee shop started becoming my
favorite part of the week and my favorite part of that was the car ride
back."

   "She didn't take me every day, but every time she went, I went with her.
People started talking to me, although they weren't offended when I refused
to say anything back.  Eventually, after a month, someone asked me what I
thought about their art.  And I was sensitive, you know?  Like if I had
done some art I would be fucked up if I asked about it and there was no
answer.  So I did answer.  And I had been paying attention to her, so I
knew that she was trying to show deep emotions through painted landscapes.
I told her what I thought of each one, specifically and in a detailed
fashion.  She was shocked and flattered and even blushed a little bit.  I'm
sure in retrospect she was just being kind when she asked me, maybe thought
I was cute, sure, ask the quiet boy, he'll be safe.  My sister laughed but
it was just a happy laugh."

   "That's how she saved me.  And I loved her for it, more than anything.
Still do.  I had one more problem though."

   "I'd started dating Trina.  She was the artist.  You'd guessed that. 
She still paints.  This would have been Junior year, so we hadn't become
friends.  I felt better than I had in years, tried out for the team, but
inside there was still a seed of that doubt.  Trina was ready to escalate
things, she knew that I was excited.  That I liked getting her off with my
hands.  But I never let her do anything for me.  I knew, really knew, that
I was ugly.  And that as soon as she felt, saw, or tasted my cock she would
be disgusted and that would be it.  She was the best thing in my life and I
wanted her but I could tell that she was getting anxious that I wasn't
actually interested.  And I know now that Trina would have understood. 
Would have been eager to show me how wrong I was."

   "So this was still before we'd really started hanging out.  I'd just
turned eighteen and was getting more and more anxious again.  Eventually,
Rebecca just asks me whats wrong.  So I tell her.  It's like this barrier
that I can't get past in my head.  I've thought about myself as being
worthless for so long that there is still a part of me that won't admit
that Trina wants me.  That all of my success is just an act and as soon as
we're naked together she'll realize it and dump me."

   "She suddenly gets really serious and I worry that I've offended her. 
She gets up and closes the door then sits back down.  She says 'Close your
eyes, please,' in the quietest voice I've ever heard her use.  I do.  I
hear something soft and rustling, don't know what it is, then I feel her
hand on my chest."

   "She starts talking again: 'I like Trina.  She's good for you.  I would
have asked you to dump anyone else.  So...just promise...promise me that if
you two ever break up that you'll come to talk to me before you start
seeing anyone else.  I don't care if it happens next week or in twenty
years.' I nod but that's not enough.  'Say it out loud.  I need to hear
it,' she says.  "

   "So I'm really confused but Rebecca is kind of my hero.  I love her more
than pretty much anyone and if she told me I needed to jump out of a moving
car for her then I'd probably do it.  'I promise.' That's when I feel her
lips on mine, and she isn't moving slowly.  It's still probably the most
passionate kiss I've ever had."

   "I open my eyes and she's topless on my bed.  She sits back suddenly and
covers herself with her hands.  Like she isn't gorgeous.  You know she is.
Every dude I've brought by has either said some gross shit about her or
checked her out.  And she's even more amazing without clothes.  I look at
her and I realize a few things.  One, I love her more than a sister. 
Somewhere along the lines of hanging out with her constantly, my gratitude
shifted to something else.  Two, she loves me even more than I love her,
and she's been going through something.  She wasn't just trying to help her
brother, she was trying to save the guy she loved.  Three, she's at least
as worried of what I'd think of her appearance as I am about what Trina
would think."

   "'Irwin, will you let me be your first?' she says, her voice trembling.
I don't need to be told twice.  Next thing I'm kissing her on her breasts
and we're tearing each other's clothes off.  Somehow I hold out long enough
to make her cum, I don't know how.  I cum inside her, and we stay and make
out.  She cried a little after too.  At first I was worried that I hurt her
but I figured out pretty quickly that while she'd never attempt to break up
my relationship, she wasn't really ok with me seeing other girls.  We, uh,
try to be good, but every couple of months we slip and end up fucking.  I
should feel guilty but its brought us even closer together."

   "And that's how it is.  Thanks to Rebecca I got over my fear.  I'm still
with Trina, we're in love for sure and getting more serious, not less. 
Rebecca still dates but it never really goes anywhere.  I have no idea how
this going to end up.  So that's the bad part I guess.  But those are my
problems, not yours."

   "You've got some stuff you need to face up to before you make any
decisions.  Some shit I think you just missed because you're too close to
it, which is understandable, but you're also totally in denial and it's
going to fuck your life up if you don't acknowledge it.  Also, I don't have
a lot of time so I'm going to be blunt."

   I was stunned by his story but still listening.  I had about a billion
questions, but he didn't let me ask them.  I wasn't bothered by him being
blunt.  I felt that I was missing something important, and if he had to
kick my ass a little to help me, well that's what best friends were for.

   "You know that your sister looks up to you, right?"

   "Yeah."

   "That was how it used to be.  Then, two years ago you saved her just
like Rebecca saved me.  You might not have noticed but on that day you
became her hero.  Hell, you became a lot more popular with all the girls
then, but her?  She was done.  Trina and I have both seen how she looks at
you, but the real giveaway is when you come into a room.  She turns her
whole body to face you and smiles.  It's always huge and real.  She loves
you, and I mean really.  You were shocked when she kissed you and felt you
up but I guarantee she's been thinking about that for years.  Any decision
you make has to take into account that you could break her heart with a
single word."

   Well, shit.  That was something that I definitely didn't want to do.

   "Ok, so what's the other thing."

   He smiled.

   "Don't hate the messenger.  You're at least as much in love with her as
she is with you.  I can't be sure but I think you were into her before you
saved her.  Its just gotten stronger as time's gone on."

   I opened my mouth to protest but he held his hand up to stop me

   "You've been in serious denial.  I've thought about talking to you about
it.  You would do anything for her but she probably thinks you don't like
her anymore because of the way you've been avoiding her for the last year
or so.  You made yourself so busy with football, work, school, and women
that you basically never saw her even though you are living at home.  Oh,
and this is probably why you never form any connections with other girls.
You already have one, and nothing else is strong enough to even compete
with it."

   He was done.  I think he was waiting for me to object or argue, but I
sat and thought for about a minute.  Everything checked out.  All of it.

   "Well, shit," I said, "I've gotta do something about this."

   Not that I had any idea what to do.  Or rather I did have some ideas. 
Now that I was confronting my most repressed desires, it turns out I had a
lot of ideas.  Irwin looked at his phone, swore, and stood up.

   "Dude, I gotta go.  Trina is patient but if I make her wait any longer
she'll worry.  Feel free to call, but I know you'll do whatever is best for
you and Jamie.  Fuck society though.  Worry about yourselves.  If you want
my opinion, my life is complex but I wouldn't change any of it.  I love
Rebecca and Trina.  All right dude, take care."

   And then he walked off to the elevator, waving over his shoulder.  He
was right.  I'd been in denial about this.  He didn't say it but I made
things worse by ignoring it.  No wonder she ran away.  She probably thought
I'd finally start hanging out with her again and that she screwed
everything up.  I always assume that she can read me better than other
people, but you know what they say about assumptions.

   I fucked it up so it was my job to unfuck it.

   --

   Crossing the Line

   --

   I drove home.  It was a Saturday, and I knew Mom and Dad were
volunteering all day so I had a window of opportunity to speak with Jamie
without interruption.  I was going to take it.

   I stopped trying to be the laid back guy.  I stopped hiding my feelings,
my emotions.  I let my love show in my eyes.  I let the nervousness which
seemed to be infecting every part of me display itself in my expression.  I
took a deep breath, knocked and entered her room without waiting.  I closed
it behind me and then went and sat on her bed.

   Jamie spun around from her desk where she'd been messing with her
laptop. Her face showed surprise, then irritation that I'd just come in
without permission, then finally a mix of concern and worry as she saw how
I was sitting.  I had trouble meeting her eyes, which was again, not normal
for me.  She came over and sat next to me on her bed without having to be
asked.

   She sat facing me with one leg tucked under her and the other dangling
off of the bed.  Her body language was nervous but opened to me,
vulnerable. Now that Irwin had pointed these things out to me it was
impossible for me to miss them.  God, she was so beautiful.  I sat
cross-legged and turned to face her.  I needed her to understand that she
was the sole focus of my attention.  I hesitated and she broke the silence.

   "Wha...what's wrong?" she asked softly and hesitantly, "Is this about
last night?".  I could tell that she feared my response.  Feared that I
would go back to ignoring her or just tell her that she was a deviant.

   "Hey.  This is going to be kind of hard for me to do, but I need you to
understand that I don't think badly of you at all, ok?  And that no matter
what you say or how you react I'll be your big brother and you'll always be
Tiny.  Ok?"

   She looked confused but a little relieved and nodded, expectantly.

   "Please close your eyes.  I know that sounds weird, but I'm really
nervous and I think it would help."

   She actually looked shocked that I admitted to being nervous.  Well,
that's good I guess.  She should see that her brother isn't perfect, but a
mess of insecurities from time to time.  Still, she closed her eyes and
waited.

   I didn't want to make her wait, but I hesitated.  Despite the what
happened on our "date" last night, after I admitted this, she might not
want to see or talk to me.  I took in her high cheekbones.  I took in her
lush lips and the way her hair looked like golden thread, even when in a
simple ponytail.  I couldn't help but notice the way her body made even an
old hoodie and boy's cargo shorts as appealing to me as lingerie.  When I
had looked enough, I started to tell her the truth.

   "I love being with you.  I love hearing your thoughts and your dumb
jokes.  I love when you explain very complex things to me in a way that I
can understand without making me feel bad about myself.  I love protecting
you, whether it's from some dick at school or a nightmare.  I love
listening to you when you're sad or when you're so excited by some nerdy
shit that you absolutely have to tell someone and that someone is me."

   I could see that my honestly was having the desired effect.  She had
started to relax a little and smile.  Even blush.  God the way she blushed
just made me want to kiss her.

   "I love the way you look in the light of the afternoon in autumn when
the sun reflects from your hair.  I love how you smile when I come into a
room, like its just for me.  I...I love the way your ass looks in an old
pair of jeans and how your breasts look in a tank top.  And now I know that
I love the way you kiss."

   Her lips were parted slightly now and she was breathing fast and
shallow.

   "I love you.  Not as a brother, but as a man.  You'll always be my
sister, Jamie, but I want you to be more.  So much more."

   And I took off her glasses slowly and gently, and kissed her.  It was
the best kissing I'd ever done.  Slow and controlled, escalated to fiercely
passionate.  No hands this time, just mouths and tongues dancing.  We
stopped to breathe and she pushed me away, her eyes open again.  She looked
like she was holding back tears and my stomach dropped.  Well, whatever she
asked me to do I would do.  Even if it meant leaving.  I knew what
unselfish love was now because I was willing to do the thing that I feared
most for her.

   "Wait," she said softly, "please.  I love you, ok?  I love you and I
want this so much but...but I can't do it unless I'm clear on some things.
Completely.  This is something that's tearing me up.  Ok?"

   I nodded and waited.  Well, whatever it was it wasn't as bad as I
feared.

   "Do...do you really want this to be romantic with me?  Because I can't
do just sex.  I've...oh god I've fantasized about this conversation even. I
want you to be my first, so badly.  But if I do then I'm really yours, ok?
Like I don't...I don't even know if I could ever be with anyone else. 
And...and I understand that you might need...need to sleep with other
women, and...and...I can accept that, I think.  But I have to be the only
one you really love, ok?"

   God.  How was she this perfect?  This devoted to someone like me.  I
didn't understand it.  But I wasn't going to let this be one-sided.  Now
that I understood myself, I could understand her better too.

   "No," I said without thinking, watching her face drop, "Wait!  I mean
'no' as in 'no other women'.  They've all just been stand-ins for you.  I
could never bond with any of them because I already felt something so deep
for you.  I understand now.  I'm already yours, completely and exclusively.
I couldn't ever stand watching another man with you.  It would kill me
inside.  So I could never do that to you, either.  I don't know how things
will go.  Maybe you'll get sick of me someday.  But for me, you're the only
woman I love and the only one I need."

   She was openly crying now, but they were tears of relief.  Of joy. 
She'd been worried this whole time that I was going to come to her and tell
her that I could never return her feelings.  That I loved her only as a
sister.

   "Ok," she said very softly so I had to lean in to even hear her, "And I
want the first time to be inside me completely.  No condoms.  Just us,
together.  Like...oh god like a wedding night.  Later...we can do whatever
you want.  This is my last condition, I swear."

   I nodded agreement.  I was all too aware of my painfully hard cock.  I
needed to be out of these pants and inside of her.

   "Undress me," she said, "like I've wanted you to since you saved me all
those years ago."

   My cock told me to tear her clothes off.  Maybe that would be fine
later, but tonight needed to be special.  I wanted her to remember this
forever.

   I moved closer to her, gently putting my hand on the side of her face
and kissing her softly, showing my intent.  Then I put my hands under her
hoodie and slowly removed it.  She raised her hands compliantly, making it
easy.  She wore no bra today.  Oh god.  She was more beautiful then I had
fantasized.  It occurred to me that Tiny might no longer be an appropriate
nickname.  I only let myself be dazed for a moment.  I unbuttoned her cargo
shorts and unzipped them slowly, looking her in the eye as I did so.  She
leaned back onto her hands so I could more easily remove them and her
panties.  I could tell that this simple ritual made her feel both loved and
desired.  We would repeat it often, especially when we reunited after being
apart for a long time.  After I was done removing her panties, I sat back
and took her in.

   She bit her lip, tense, as she pulled the scrunchie off of her ponytail
and let her hair cascade naturally down her back.  Her breasts were better
than I had imagined they would be.  Unsupported, they sagged slightly under
their own weight but were clearly firm.  Her nipples were just on the large
side of medium, and hard.  Her soft pink blush of excitement extended over
her thighs and the top of her chest.  She sat with one hand supporting her
and her legs tucked under her.  Because of this, I couldn't see her sex but
I could see her beautiful thatch of golden hair above it.  The way she was
posed combined with her pale skin made her look like she was a sculpture of
a goddess at rest.

   "Wow," was all I could get out.  She smiled, only slightly nervous now.
She was clearly both proud and pleased to be the subject of her brother's
lust.  It would not be incorrect to say that I had seen many naked women up
close.  My sister's nude body was, objectively, the most beautiful I had
ever experienced.  For the first time in years, I was worried about being
able to make a woman cum before I did.

   While I was hesitating, Jamie reached forward and began to undress me
the same way.  Her hands were shaking slightly and I reminded myself that
all of this was new for her.  I'd have to do this slow and gentle despite
wanting to take her fast and hard.  After she took my shirt off she started
to gently move her hands over my stomach, chest, back.  She looked at me as
if for permission and when I nodded, wanting her to act freely, she began
to kiss me on my chest.  I'd never been with a girl who was at once so
innocent and also so sensual.  I was shocked to realize that this simple
action was turning me on almost as much as if she had my cock in her mouth.
I had placed my hand in her hair without even realizing it and after a
little bit she stopped and looked up at me with a small smile on her face.

   "Did that feel good?" she asked, hopefully.

   "Yes," I answered, my voice shaky, "god, yes."

   "Good," she said, starting to unbuckle my belt and unbuttoning my pants.
Her hands were stable this time, but she was rushing now in her eagerness.
I could see her need in her eyes, and realized what she desperately wanted
to see.  I waited until she unzipped my fly and then I grabbed her wrist
gently, stopping her from reaching into my pants.

   Immediately she looked up at me, upset.  Her mouth had such a pout to it
that it was almost comical.  I smirked at her in the way all older brothers
do when they are denying something to their little sisters.

   "Ask for it," I said, firmly.

   "But...but I..." she started.  I shook my head.

   "Ask for it.  Be specific.  I want to hear your sweet mouth say the
words."

   At this, she smiled, understanding that she had an effect on me that she
had never suspected.  It pushed her past her natural demureness.  She
looked up at me, her eyes wide, her voice almost little-girl in its
sweetness.

   "Big brother, can I take your cock out and play with it?  Pleeeasssse?"

   She drew out the last word in a way that made shivers run down my spine.
I nodded, she smiled wide, reached in, and released my cock from its
prison. Her small hand felt so right gripping it, and it seemed like she
was doing so exactly the way I liked, firm but not rough.  She stopped
doing anything I and I looked at her.  Her face had a little 'O' of
surprise on it, and she licked her lips without thinking about it.  It was
one of the most erotic things I'd ever seen.  Anticipation and fear warred
in her eyes.

   "I...I think it might be a little too big to fit..." she said,
hesitantly.

   I actually laughed at that, and she looked up angrily and hit me on my
arm.

   "Jerk!  I'm being serious!  What...what if I'm too small?  I want you
really badly..." she looked so sad for a moment I worried that she would
cry.  I immediately felt bad for my spontaneous outburst of laughter.

   "I'm sorry, I'm sorry.  I forget sometimes that not everyone is as
experienced as I am.  It isn't that big, about average as far as I can
tell. And you can stretch to accept it.  But I won't hurt you, ok?  If its
too much or we can't tonight then that's ok.  We can go slowly and...get
you adapted...in other ways.  Don't worry about anything."

   She nodded, relieved.  I lay down and pulled my pants off the rest of
the way.  As I did so she couldn't take her eyes off my cock.  I knew that
this must have been the first one that she had seen in person.  I motioned
for her to lay down next to me.  She did so, cuddling up next to me, her
head on my chest.  Her breasts felt amazing pressed against my side.  I put
my arm around her protectively, instinctively.

   "Let's just start slow, ok?  This will just go where it goes.  I'm not
going to be upset if we have to stop," I hesitated for a moment, not out of
resistance, but because I never really thought I'd utter the next words out
loud, "You're my one and only girl, now.  You're worth being patient for."

   There were tears in her eyes as she nodded.  I took her small hand and
put it back on my cock.  I put mine on her pussy, and gently began to move,
exploring her labia and very gently brushing her clitoris.  She moaned,
very loudly.  She gasped and covered her mouth with her free hand.  I
looked at her and we suddenly both burst out into laughter.  After a few
seconds, we were smiling at each other again, a little more relaxed.  I
began moving my hand again and she whimpered.  She did her best to stroke
me too but she had a lot of trouble focusing.

   I realized that as turned on as I was, her need was greater.  I had
barely started and already she was grinding against my hand, her eyes
closed.  I watched her face as I slipped a single finger inside her warm,
wet, tightness.  In ecstasy, she was even more beautiful.  She writhed
under my touch now, grinding against my palm and moaning.  I could barely
hear her but she was saying my name, softly, over and over.  Her hand moved
over my cock, slowly.  I'd show her how I liked to be touched later. 
Tonight was more about her than me.

   Her moans intensified, her words stopped.  She could no longer move her
hand on my cock and she cuddled her head into me, eyes screwed shut
tightly. Suddenly, her whole body tensed against mine, then she bucked
against my hand and shook all over.

   "Oh...oh god.  I love you, big brother," she said as she fell limp
against me, "It's so...so different when you do it, so much better than
alone."

   While she recovered I began to pull away from her.  She reached out and
held my arm, almost panicked.

   "I'm not leaving, Jamie, I'm just starting round two," I winked at her,
smiling impishly as I started to kiss her breasts while fondling them and
caressing her nipples.

   "Oh...oh fuck, no one else has ever touched them before...feels so good"

   But they were just a pit stop on the way down.  I kept fondling them as
I kissed my way down her soft, smooth belly.  She whimpered and put her
hands in my hair.  I could tell that she knew what I was starting to do and
she tensed up a little.  I knew that there were a few reasons why she might
be hesitant about having me go down on her.  I wanted to stop and reassure
her, but I had caught her scent as she had become more aroused.  I had to
taste her.  The need was overwhelming.

   I reached the spot where the golden thatch of her pussy started.  She
had never trimmed it, which didn't surprise me, but it was clean and soft,
darker than the hair on her head.  Her scent was so intense here, it
overwhelmed me.  It wasn't unclean or unpleasant, at all.  I couldn't wait
any longer and began to lick and kiss at her labia.  She tasted better than
the finest wine, the purest water.  It was musky and savory and stronger
than I expected.  I would never forget either her smell or taste.  Was I
more sensitive to it because she was closely related to me?  I realized
that in the future I'd probably be able to smell her arousal even if I were
on the other side of a room.

   I had paused and my virginal lover had become impatient.  Her hands had
eagerly begun to pull my head up, desperate for me to taste her most
sensitive spot.  I obeyed but did so slowly, teasingly.  My tongue darted
around her clitoris, just barely touching it.  Again I slipped a finger
inside of her.  She was still so tight.  A part of me wanted to stop with
the foreplay and simply thrust myself inside her, taking her and making her
mine.  I knew that she wouldn't have stopped me, but that wasn't how her
first time should go.  I barely controlled myself.

   I gradually increased the sensation on her clitoris as I began to move
my finger insider rhythmically.  I added a second finger and hooked them to
touch her g-spot.  She jerked as if shocked by electricity.  As I heard her
breathing and whimpering increase in tempo, I sucked her clit completely
into her mouth and stimulated her g-spot intensely.  She ground her pussy
against my face as her back arched and she moaned almost into a shout.  She
collapsed again, breathing harder than I'd ever heard.  I decided to give
her some time to recover.

   "Oh, god...brother...fuck...its not like I thought.  I love you so
much."

   I held her as she spoke.  Just to reassure her that this wasn't just me
making her feel good, but her brother showing his love for her.  I wanted
her to know beyond a doubt that when we were done I would still be there
for her.  No matter what.  I regretted that I had been sleeping around for
so long, if only because I never wanted her to think that she was just a
distraction or a "fun time" for me.

   "I want you in my mouth now.  I need to taste you and make you feel
good."

   She looked at me and I knew that I could never deny her anything.

   "Ok, but only for a little while.  I don't have a lot of willpower left.
It's difficult when your lover is so beautiful."

   She smiled at my obvious flattery and knelt beside me, her mouth
hovering over my cock.

   "So, um, do I just put it in my mouth and try to get it as deep as
possible?  Like in my throat?  Should I use my tongue?  I...I want it to be
good for you."

   "Don't worry about taking me deep tonight.  I'd love for you to do that
later, but it probably would be too much for both of us right now.  Just do
what feels natural for tonight, don't use your teeth.  We can have a more
educational session later."

   I was so proud of her, eager and ready to try and please me.  She was
even ready to try deep-throating me right away.  She took a deep breath and
put me in her mouth.  Slowly, agonizingly slowly she moved her mouth up and
down, her tongue roaming over every part of my shaft, my tip.  She must
have tasted my pre-cum, I knew that I was dripping pretty badly by then. 
She moaned a little and I realized that this must have been turning her on
as well; she was touching herself now.  I wish I could see that better.  I
could finally admit that in quiet moments of the dead of night I wondered
what she looked like when she masturbated.

   "Ok, god, stop.  I don't want to cum yet and you're getting a little too
good at this..."

   It was my turn to gasp and pant as she let me out of her mouth, and
licked me one more time from base to tip.  She was smiling widely, happy
that she had done a good job.  I smiled back down at her, hoping that it
conveyed the depth of my love as well as simple pleasure.

   "Lay down on your back now, baby.  Its time.  I need you," I spoke
quietly but firmly, taking charge.  I think she liked that.  She obeyed
fast and eagerly.  As soon as she was laying back she spread her legs as
far as they would go.  She still looked a little afraid.  I also realized
that she didn't look that comfortable so I grabbed a pillow and tucked it
behind her head.

   "Better?"

   She smiled and nodded.  I moved over her carefully, letting only part of
my weight settle on her.  I knew that she wasn't fragile but the need to
protect her was almost as overwhelming as my urge to fuck her.  I placed
myself at the entrance of her sex, the head of my cock pressing into her
slit ever so slightly.

   "Oh...oh fuck," she gasped, her hands gripping me, "I...need that inside
me..."

   She moved her hand down and spread her lips for me.  She was as open as
she could be.  I pushed gently and firmly.  There was only a little
resistance.  She bit her lip very briefly, and then I was sliding inside of
her more freely.  She was so unbelievably tight on my cock.  I was for the
first time worried about whether I would entirely fit.  Even knowing that
was ridiculous from an anatomy perspective, I was being gripped along the
entire length of my shaft.  She didn't look to be in pain though.

   "Yes...all of it.  Please give me your cock, big brother.  I've been so
good for you, haven't I?  I've been a good little sister.  I teased you all
through the date last night.  Part of me wanted it to be like this but part
of me wanted you to get frustrated with me and just bend me over the hood
of your car.  To be treated like just a hole to fuck."

   Hearing those words from my little sister's mouth was was so
unexpectedly erotic that I had to calm my breathing for a second.  It
wouldn't do to cum before I even took a stroke inside her, although chances
are she would have regarded that as a point of pride.  As she spoke she had
wrapped her legs around me and was pulling me in faster.  I resisted on
purpose, teasing her a bit.

   "Puhlleeeeassssseeeee..." was all she could get out.

   I let myself go the rest of the way inside her, bottoming out.  I'd
never felt that right being inside a woman before, but I'd never been with
someone that I loved.  I leaned in and kissed her, she kissed me back
passionately.  I started to move.  Slowly, shallowly at first.  Just short
strokes, gentle but quick.  She whimpered every time I pushed back inside
her.  I'd never been with a more responsive lover.  I sped up, lengthened
my strokes.

   "Fuck...oh fuck...yes...fuck your little sister...harder..."

   I couldn't ignore a request from a lady, could I?  It would be
ungentlmanly.  I had run out of willpower in any case.  I began to increase
the intensity of my strokes until I was afraid I might bruise her.  To my
surprise, she pushed back, every stroke, as well as bucking and grinding
her hips against me.  Her breath was ragged and I realized that she was
about to cum on my cock.  She must have been at least as turned on as I was
last night, if not more.

   She wrapped her arms around my neck and looked into my eyes, her
whimpers increased to moans and steadily grew louder.  Her cunt began to
spasm around my cock, almost painfully tightly.  All the while she
continued to push back against my hard thrusts.  It was too much for both
of us.  Her body tensed and she shuddered, the volume of her moans became
loud enough that they could have been heard outdoors.  As she peaked, I
started to cum.  I knew that I was cumming far more than I normally would.
She milked every drop out of me.

   She made a satisfied noise and I went limp.  She started laughing as my
chest fell on her.

   "Oh god, you're crushing me..."

   "Sorry," I said, rolling off of her.  She smoothly rolled with me until
her head was resting on my chest.  She looked even more beautiful with the
flush of an orgasm on her and her body glistening with sweat.  She smiling
with the look of a well-fucked woman.  She clung to me tightly, as if she
was afraid that I would go.

   "That's it, then.  You're mine and I'm yours.  No other girls for me."

   I decided that reassurance was the way to go.  Now that we were both
more relaxed I wanted her feel secure in my arms and in our relationship.

   "Mmm.  Yep.  I guess you just needed your little sister's pussy to
settle you down a little," she said mischievously.  She only lets her dirty
side show when she's alone with me.  She's kind of a gift that keeps on
giving, honestly.  I wish I had been man enough to acknowledge my feelings
sooner.

   So things are complicated at my house.  We're young, horny, and in love.
Its hard to find a place where we can be alone and Jamie has extreme
difficulty being quiet when she gets excited.  Sometimes I cover her mouth
but I honestly love hearing her cry out.  We've taken some "camping trips"
together that basically amounts to screwing in the woods and being able to
be openly affectionate with each other.  When she graduates I suspect we'll
end up in an apartment together, "to save money".  I was worried for a
while that she'd get tired of me, or that I'd do something dumb to ruin
things.  But I haven't been tempted to even look in another girl's
direction, and for some reason, she still thinks of me as her hero.  I
don't regret any of it.

   And none of it would have happened without that tackle.

   to be continued....

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