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Living more as a couple than as siblings, it is inevitable that things will happen. But can their relationship survive growing up? (mf-teens, youths, inc, 1st, rom, preg) *** Author Note: As usual, this story involves romance and has a happy ending. If you like that I hope you enjoy it, if you don't then there's probably no need to keep going. Though it doesn't deal with the characters directly from Always With Me, it is inspired by the same area and era, so I encourage you to read that series as well. Finally, this story deals with incest. That's not your thing, neither is this story. If you are still with me I hope you enjoy it and would love to hear feedback at secretdcguy@hotmail.com. *** It really sucked. Once again my parents were at the hospital in Philadelphia trying to find out what was wrong with the twins. I know that a 16-year-old shouldn't resent his 10-year-old brothers, but over the years as their health deteriorated, my parents were never around. Even worse, I had to play parent to my little sister, Mindy, the quite annoying 14-year-old soccer star. So that's where I was today. I had a driver's license, but no car. So I had to ride my mountain bike all the way to the top of the hill to watch my sister play. It was a tournament, so she had been gone all day and didn't even know my parents had left at the very last minute when an appointment opened. In other words, I was going to have to break it to her win or lose. If her team won the tournament, she would be upset. If they lost she would be devastated. Though we definitely loved each other as siblings, I wasn't a good enough substitute for a parent. She resented them being away at least as much as I did. I'm not really into sports, and don't play any myself, but the game wasn't too bad. Her team had made the finals, and my sister played with reckless intensity, streaking up and down the field with her dark brown hair flying behind her red and blue uniform. For a long time the game was close, but in the last five minutes she scored three goals. By soccer standards it became a blowout. When the final whistle blew the girls high-fived and hugged, but then as youth players are apt to do they all ran to their parents. My sister looked directly at me, and ran off the field jumping at me. My arms by reflex pulled her into an embrace, as she wrapped her arms around my neck and her legs around my body. "We won! We actually beat them! They're one of the top teams in the state!" she yelled directly into my ear. "You looked great, sis!" I said smiling at her. In reality, I was proud of her. Though even the success of your siblings can be annoying, a part of you is always happy when they're happy-unless of course they're getting you in trouble. My sister let go of me, and slid to the ground. Without even looking around, she sighed and said, "They're in Philadelphia, aren't they?" I sadly nodded and was about to give some platitude about how they were proud of her too, but before I could she smiled and said, "Well, at least my big brother is here. You don't know how grateful I am for that." It was touching and made me very happy, but I didn't want my sister to know that I could deal with coming to her games sometimes, so I simply told her she was welcome. Of course, being a good sibling, she had to do something that pissed me off. It shouldn't have, but when one of the coaches said they were going out for pizza, she asked me if it was okay to go but didn't invite me. Now, there are a lot of things I enjoy more than hanging out with a bunch of 14-year-old girls. However, there are very few things I enjoy more than pizza. With my parents gone, there would be no cooked dinner, and I was, shall we say, short on funds. While my sister was out feasting on my favorite food, at most I would be eating a bowl of cereal. Annoyed, I told the coach it was okay. Matters were even worse when I got back to my bicycle. Apparently some kid wanted to play a prank, and my back wheel was slashed. I thought that maybe someone would be good enough to give me a ride home, but as I tried to flag down any of the parents driving their girls out, all I got were waves. I ended up walking my bicycle a full mile back to my house, at least it was downhill. I have no idea what they had done after pizza, but my sister didn't get back until 7 o'clock that evening, which was well after my parents had called to say they'd be spending the night in Philadelphia. When she finally came in the door I told her that we'd be alone for the night. A look of panic came over her face. It was weird, the star soccer player, the tough girl on the field, was scared when my parents weren't home. I gave her a hug and told her it would be all right-it was always all right. I joked that if anybody broke into the house, I would protect her. My sister must have been tired, because she went to bed pretty early. It could also have been that she wanted to go to sleep before it was too dark, which was when she would get scared. That really didn't matter to me though. It would give me a chance to play Nintendo alone in my room without her, or the twins for that matter, wanting to play too. At about 11 o'clock I turned off the game and the TV, and then turned out the lights and went to bed. Autumn in northern Pennsylvania bring three things rain, fog, and wind. This night, we got the last of those. Sometime after midnight, I awoke to the the creaking of my door. Silhouetted by the nightlight in the hall, I saw my sister's form coming into the room pillow and blanket in hand. Coming to the side of my bed she put her hand on my arm and gently shook me. "Seth, are you awake?" I mumbled that I was, and she sighed. "I'm scared. I think I heard something," she continued, "Can I sleep on your floor?" Until a few months ago, she wouldn't have asked, but after she came in at pretty much the wrong moment one time she was now good enough to ask. In addition, until about the same time she would've crashed on one of the twins' beds. However with their declining health, my parents had decided it was best to move the bunk beds into their room, just in case of emergency. I probably should have been a good brother and offered her my bed while I took the floor. However, I was a teenage boy and wanted to impress girls, so I needed my beauty sleep. I mumbled for her to go ahead, and within a few minutes we were both asleep. The pattern repeated itself over the next few weeks. My parents spent weekends and many weekdays in Philadelphia just trying to figure out what could be wrong with my brothers. My sister and I made sure each other got out to school, and I made sure I got to her games. I'm not sure whether it was infuriating or sad, but it just wasn't right that we had to depend on each other so much. One Saturday after a morning soccer game, Mindy asked if she could go shopping with some friends. I found myself strangely asking her who the friends were, when she was coming home, and whether there would be any boys involved. We were both stunned. For the first time since we were effectively on our own, I had said something that sounded like a parent. After the initial shock, my sister said that they were girls from the soccer team, she would try to be home by dinner, and that there wouldn't be any boys. She followed up by saying, "you're the only man in my life, dad!" We both laughed and I told her to have a good time. Mindy is the typical girl and loves to shop. So I was surprised when she came home just after noon. I had been playing Nintendo, and was considering pulling out a Sports Illustrated swimsuit issue. I was slightly disappointed, but knew I would get my chance later in the evening, so I yelled down to the other side of the house to acknowledge that I knew she was home. In a few minutes she was sitting cross-leg facing me. "Seth," she said softly, "I got something for you. I got a game, but I'm not sure you're going to like it. It's a sports game and I've never seen you play one. But you like games and I like soccer, so I thought it was something we could play together." I hated sports games, but it was really touching that my sister wanted to do something for me. I gave the perfunctory 'you didn't have to', but when she said that it was because of how I had taken care of her and been there for her in the past few months she really wanted to, I leaned over gave her a hug and thanked her. Ironically, I enjoyed the game much more than I thought I would. Perhaps part of it was that my sister was just not good at video games, but I kept taking the ball down the field and scoring. Rather than getting upset or frustrated, Mindy laughed and would bump my shoulder with hers trying to distract me. Eventually, we decided we would need dinner. As I was turning off the machine, my sister laid her head on my shoulder and said, "Seth, you really are a great guy, the best brother a sister could want. I hope that when I'm older I meet a guy just like you." If there was one thing my sister and I never talked about it was boys and girls. Neither of us dated because she was too young and I just wasn't the type of guy that high school girls wanted to be seen with. I desperately wanted a girl to see something good in me, and now one did. Unfortunately, it was my sister. In most ways the evening was uneventful, except for one minor detail. Because the twins' medical expenses were so high our parents tried to economize anyway possible. One aspect of this was to keep the heat turned down when the twins weren't home. Thus, on weekends they were in Philadelphia, or Baltimore, or Pittsburgh desperately trying to find out what was going on, Mindy and I were literally left in the cold. If we ever complained, my mother just said to put on a sweater. Even though it was only October, it was going to be very cold that night. So both Mindy and I thought it would be a good idea to go to bed early. It got so bad, that instead of boxers and a T-shirt I slept in sweatpants and a sweater. Predictably, just about midnight Mindy came into my room and told me she was scared. She spread out on the floor like she normally did, but after about 10 minutes she crawled over to my bed, shook my shoulder, and told me she was cold. I offered to get her another blanket, but instead she said, "Seth, could I get in bed with you." I was stunned by the question, and thought that it would be a bad idea on so many levels. First, I only had a single bed. If we got in bed together, we would spend the night smushed against each other, and neither of us would get any sleep. On top of that, this was my sister. While I often fantasized about cuddling girls in bed, they were always the hot girls from high school. My sister had never entered that equation. However, as I thought about it there were two reasons why it was a very good idea. First, with both of us in the same our body heat would help keep each other warm. Second, it's not like we never touched. We hugged often and occasionally on cold days when we watched TV we would cuddle up on the couch. She was my sister, so it probably wasn't a big deal. I told her that it was okay, and she slid in bed behind me. We lay back to back and chatted for a little while. At first, we both complained about the lack of heat. We followed that by expressing our bitterness about our parents always being gone with the twins. However, eventually the conversation turned to the twins, Bobby and Mikey, and their failing health. They had been happy kids until about three years ago. Then they started having trouble eating. First it was a dairy, then meat, then most vegetables and some grains. Originally, our parents were able to adjust their diets, but eventually they could eat less and less. Now they were thin and emaciated and sometimes needed to be fed intravenously. The prognosis was very bad. As we talked, I began to realize that my biggest frustration was that we couldn't be a family. I loved my mother and father, and of course the twins too, but it was hard because I almost never saw them. On the rare occasions that I did, a specter of what seemed to be the twins' imminent death hung over the house. Our parents might physically be there, but they never were really with us. The person in the family I loved the most was my sister, and unfortunately Mindy took their absence harder than I did. I was a bit of a loner, never really being in situations where I saw much of my friends' parents. However as an athlete, my sister constantly went to practices and games by herself. While the other girls got compliments from their parents and rides home, my sister had to depend on other people. This year, her frustration had turned into shame. I found this out one day when she was late from a game- before I had started going to them. The field was about a mile from where we lived, so it should have been a quick ride with somebody's parents. However, it had taken her over an hour to get home. I was playing video games, and nonchalantly asked her what took her so long. She told me that she had walked home. Shocked that she couldn't get a ride from somebody's parents, I asked her why. Apparently, she had told everybody that our parents were coming to pick her up but would be a little bit late. Then after everybody else had left she changed out of her soccer cleats and started walking. When she started to cry, I decided that I would try to get to as many games as possible. After a few minutes of talking in bed, I could hear Mindy's voice beginning to slow. Then she started to say nonsensical things and mutter unintelligibly. I knew she was falling asleep, so I told her good night and closed my eyes myself. In a few minutes I was asleep as well. Sometime in the middle of the night, I awoke hot and sweaty. After shaking the cobwebs out of my head, I realized that Mindy and I were no longer back to back. Instead, I was still facing away from her, but she was lying with her chest to my back and arm draped over me. I felt uncomfortable, but it was because I was wearing a sweater. For some reason it didn't bother me that Mindy was cuddling. I sat up in bed and walked over to my dresser. I took off my sweater and threw it on a chair, then exchanged my sweaty T-shirt for a fresh one. Returning to bed, I gently pushed Mindy to the side of the bed I had previously been on. And then I lay down against her back to back. Still later, I awoke a second time. I felt like there was a weight pressing against my chest and something tickling my face. My first thought was that it would be a terrible night's sleep, but then I realized that this time I was facing Mindy's back. Instead of one arm draped over her, I had been hugging her while we both slept. Though it was a little bit awkward, I decided that that I had curled up with her because it was so cold. Again, I turned back to back and returned to sleep. I awoke first in the morning to the greatest shock. Before I opened my eyes I smelled morning breath. Still groggy, I wondered why I could smell my own breath, as I didn't remember it ever happening before. As I grew more awake, though, I realized it wasn't my breath. Mindy and I were lying face-to-face embracing with our faces just inches apart. I don't know why it happened that way, but Mindy woke up before I could move. Immediately she screamed, which made me scream. Then with inhuman agility we both jumped backwards out of bed. We both started apologizing and talking about how weird it was. However, part of what I said was a lie. Something about waking up with Mindy in a tender embrace didn't feel weird. She was the person I loved more than anyone in the world. Though admittedly I didn't get much attention from girls, I did know that the way I felt about my sister was not what it would feel like to have a high school crush. Instead, it was a peaceful and comfortable love that I knew would last until I died. Because of the stress of the twins' illness, our family usually dealt with uncomfortable situations with humor. Within a few minutes, Mindy and I were joking about the situation. She confessed that she really enjoyed sharing the bed with me; it made her feel connected to someone. I admitted that it wasn't so bad. Without thinking, I found myself saying that she could come in on any cold night. Over the next few weeks, the situation with the twins grew even bleaker. At this point, the situation was so bad that they had been moved to a hospital in Memphis, Tennessee. I had heard about the city and thought it might be a fun place to go, but I knew the chances of us going down were very small. In addition, both my parents were down with Bobby and Mikey, so we were completely alone. Though occasionally one of our parents' friends would come to check up on us, our parents thought I was old enough and responsible enough to take care of both Mindy and myself. In effect, we were living alone and could do whatever we wanted. In one way, that was good. Though Mindy was only supposed to come to my room on cold nights, she eventually started coming in every night. We didn't even make the pretense of sleeping back to back. Instead, she would slip into bed in front of me and I would spoon her. It was exciting and different every night. On nights it was warm enough she would shower after soccer practice. Then her hair would smell like the flowery shampoos my mother would buy. But on very cold nights, neither of us felt like getting wet in a cold house. Those times, I could smell the sweat in her hair. I didn't know how to tell her, but I liked that more. What was even weirder was that I realized that her natural scent turned me on more than any perfume could. Some people say it's natural to be attracted to people that you are around all the time, especially if it's somebody you love. In addition, I think it's only natural to be attracted to people who have similarities to us. Or at least that's what I told myself. I knew you weren't supposed be attracted to your sister. However when I thought about it, I realized that in some ways we had been living together more like a married couple than brother and sister. Every day we came home to each other. I would make dinner for both of us the best I could. We would do our homework together, and play video games together when we were done. Because we were alone and on a very tight budget, we would even sit down once a week and look at the finances to make sure we had enough money to get through until the next time our parents could send money. As autumn passed and Thanksgiving came, we were alone. Neither of us really knew how to cook, so we ended up going to the house of one of my mother's friends. At first we were happy to have the invitation, but the day really turned into a disaster. When we got there we realized that it was more of a party for their extended family than an intimate dinner. Some people just greeted us and asked about general things like school and sports. Unfortunately, anytime you have a big gathering there is the nosy person. When one older woman asked why our parents weren't there, we gave a vague answer. Then she went and asked our mother's friend. I never really liked the woman because she was rather self-centered, and she immediately proved that my dislike was well-founded. Rather than respecting our privacy, she started to brag to everybody about how our parents weren't around because of the twins' illness and how she just had to invite us for dinner. By the time we left we were both ashamed and embarrassed. That night when Mindy came to my bed, she was crying. At first she just said how embarrassed she was. It stabbed me like a knife when she asked, "Seth, why don't they love me?" It was devastating. I knew my sister took their absence harder than I did, but I hadn't known she felt that they didn't love us. Trying to be the reassuring big brother, I asked for her to turn and face me. She did, and as we looked to each other, I told her that I loved her. Then I leaned over to give her a kiss. At first, it was just a kiss on the forehead. But I could tell that we both knew something had changed. Silently, Mindy leaned over and with her beautiful brown eyes wide open kissed me on the lips. It was just a quick kiss, but by the way she pulled back I realized that she was just trying to feel it out, trying to see how I would react. Though I hadn't really made a decision what to do, I found myself leaning in to kiss her. As our lips met her eyes were still open. I think we were both in shock, but when my sister closed her eyes I knew that my kiss was welcome. I closed my eyes and kept the kiss going. It wasn't a make out session; it was just the one kiss. However, we both realized it wasn't a sibling kiss. We were now living together as a couple. Things were a little awkward the next morning, but by afternoon we were back to living together comfortably. That night, with the lights out we kissed again, this time for longer. It continued every night getting progressively more intense. It even got to the point where we talked about what was happening. We agreed that things needed to slow down, but we couldn't control ourselves. Eventually we gave in and just promised that we wouldn't have sex. Just before Christmas during our nightly phone call with our parents, I could tell my mother and father seemed more upbeat. When we asked what was going on my mother said that the hospital had found a doctor with a promising new treatment. It was experimental, but it was something. We were all guarded in our enthusiasm because there had been promising treatments before. They all failed. However, over the next few weeks our parents mentioned that there was an improvement. Then strangely, they stopped giving us any news at all. We figured that this treatment, like all the others, had failed. On Christmas Eve, we were devastated that our parents did not call. We figured that there was probably very bad news about the twins, so that made it even worse. We didn't have a Christmas tree that year or any presents, the only thing we did was get a ride to church then eat some boiled frozen pierogis when we got home. We had at least been hoping for a call from our parents, but none came. We went to bed together as usual, and started a heavy make out session. We kissed with the desperation of two people who loved each other but otherwise were left alone in the world. This time, we both knew that things were going to go further. As our bodies rubbed against each other, Mindy said, "We can't have sex, but you can do anything else you want to me tonight." I didn't know what I wanted to do, but I knew I wanted to do something. For a while I hesitated and just kept kissing her, but then finally I decided that I at least wanted to feel her body. When I put my hand on her stomach I could see her smile in the dim light of my nightlight. As I began to slide my hand under her shirt, I heard two exuberant shouts, one from my door and one from down the hall, "Merry Christmas!" Then I heard my mother scream. When the overhead lights flashed on, we both turned and saw my mother standing at the door, her face in absolute shock. Then my father was next to her. At first his mouth hung open wide, but then his jaw clenched and his eyebrows arched. I could tell he was angry, as it looked like he would fly across the room and hit one or maybe both of us. We were only saved by Bobby and Mikey bouncing into the room and jumping onto the bed, hugging us as if all happiness in the world depended on it. The twins were better, but we were busted. It turns out, that the twins had a rare condition where they couldn't digest something or other. Without treatment, it was devastating and they eventually would have starved to death. However, the treatment was rather simple. All that they had to do was take some kind of medicine or something that would replace some enzyme they were missing. When they started the treatment they had improved quickly. The reason why our parents had stopped giving us information is that they wanted to surprise us with the good news. The reason they hadn't called that day was because they were traveling home. Being together as a family was going to be a Christmas surprise. At first, it seemed like everybody was trying to ignore what they had seen. But eventually the twins got tired- they were still somewhat weak-and went to bed. Alone in the living room with our parents my mother started to cry. They asked us what happened and how long it'd been going on. Hanging my head, not in shame, but in disappointment that things would have to end, I told them the story. I held nothing back, and Mindy added some details as I continued. At one point I looked at her and noticed that instead of looking away from my parents, she looked at my mother directly in the eyes. When I finished the story, I could tell my parents were trying to stay calm. Holding back whatever he was feeling, our father told us that it couldn't happen again. Before I could say okay, I saw a pillow flash across the room, hitting him square in the face. Mindy was on her feet cursing my parents up and down. She said how they shouldn't have left us all alone. And then she said I was the only person she could depend on. Finally, she said that if we weren't able to continue our relationship, she was leaving. Our now obviously furious parents sent us both to our rooms. When I got up the next morning, everyone else was still asleep. I thought that I would go to my sister's room, wake her up and maybe give her one last kiss. However, when I opened her door she wasn't there. I looked around her room, sensing that there had to be in answer to where she was somewhere in the room. Eventually I found her diary, which surprisingly was not very well hidden, and opened to a page that was marked. Folded between those pages was a note. It read, "Seth, if I can't be with you I can't stay. I don't know where I'm going, but when I get there, I want you to come find me." It was a tense three days trying to figure out where my sister went. Finally, we got a call from an aunt who lived in New Jersey. My sister apparently had -a dumb thing to do-to Philadelphia. Then she navigated the public transportation to the train stop nearest their town, and then walked five miles to their house. It had taken most of the day, and when my uncle opened the door, they could both tell that something was terribly wrong. At the end of the phone conversation I heard my mother meekly say, "We'll be down this evening." When we got there it was too late to have a family discussion, but the next morning the twins were driven to see a girl they had met on one of the trips to the hospital. She was in remission from leukemia, and was ecstatic that two of the only kids she knew who could understand what it was like to be in the hospital were coming to visit. When my father got back from dropping them off my aunt took charge of the conversation. She said my sister had told her what was going on. Then in a commanding voice she said that if Mindy and I wanted to stay with them we were welcome. She ended her part of the conversation by saying to our parents, "I just want you two to remember what you have in common, what you bonded over when you met in college." Neither of my parents said anything, but I could tell that something had changed. They turned to each other and hugged. I could tell by the way they looked each other in the eyes that they had some deep and meaningful connection, some secret that my aunt knew about what had brought them together. Mindy and I both stared at them quizzically. Before we could ask what was going on though my father looked at us as he continued to hold my mother and said, "No, we're not related." I knew we would not get an answer even if we asked. The conversation continued, and some ground rules were decided. Mindy and I would be allowed to continue our relationship. However, things were not allowed to go beyond kissing while we were under their roof. With the twins' condition improving, they needed to move out of my parents' room. Since it was 'inappropriate' for them to share a room with a teenage boy and since my sister would probably end up in my bedroom anyway, the twins would move into my room and I would move into Mindy's. However, we would keep separate beds to at least keep up the appearance that while it was a weird situation nothing was going on between us. We were also not allowed to have any friends in our room or tell anyone that we shared a bedroom. When the twins got back, they agreed to the same rules. They were happy to have their own room, and because they had been sick didn't have many friends to bring home anyway. Also, being young they didn't understand that a brother and sister should not be making out. Over the next year and a half Mindy and I grew closer. We kept our promise that we wouldn't let things go further than they already had. After a few months of frustrating passion, we became more boyfriend and girlfriend than siblings. We wouldn't make out every night; there was no need to get everything in before we got caught. But when we did it was tender and caring. We kept the relationship hidden well though, I didn't ask any girls out, which wasn't surprising since I was a loner, and any time my sister was asked out she simply said my parents thought she was too young to date. I thought things were going wonderfully. However, all good things must come to an end. Our smack in the face was my senior prom. I wanted to go, but I couldn't take the woman I really wanted to take. It would have been too much for me to show up with my sister. Without telling her, I agreed to go with the girl I knew who was also a loner. We were only going as friends, so it seemed like a good solution. Mindy didn't take it well. When I told her, she flew off the handle. In between throwing things at me, she reminded me that she was my girlfriend and if I was going with anyone I should go with her. My parents tried to calm things down reminding her that we had to keep our relationship private. But my sister would have none of it. To her, it was the greatest betrayal. I had learned over the past few years that my sister had a volatile streak. I now learned she could also be vindictive. Until I graduated a few weeks later, she didn't speak to me, and stopped sharing a room with me. Instead, she slept on the couch, only coming into the room to get what she needed. Her silence broke on graduation night when she congratulated me. But she would only speak to me briefly through the rest of June and July. To maximize our time together during what I thought was going to be a wonderful summer, I had scheduled myself for the last orientation at my college down in Washington DC. The first week of August though my sister went away to a two week soccer camp. She had not come back by the time I left. Over the next few months, I called and even wrote letters trying to get some kind of response from her but none came. Over Thanksgiving, Christmas, and spring break she ignored me. When I got home at the end of the spring semester she ignored me for the rest of her school year. Then she and her traveling soccer team went to Europe for six weeks. She was home for a few days, and then went to spend a month as a counselor at a young girls' soccer camp. Finally the week before I went back to school she went off to her own soccer camp. She had managed to avoid me for the entire summer. Surprisingly, my parents were understanding even though I was sure they would have been happy to see us apart. They explained up and down how teenage girls don't know what they want. My mother also stressed that sometimes people don't know how to apologize and let anger and grudges fester even though they don't want to. My father told me to just give it time, and maybe things would work out. I thought that maybe they knew something I didn't, but I didn't care. I was sure my relationship with my sister was over. When I returned to school for my sophomore year I made an effort not to be a loner and actually made one really good friend in a history elective. His name was Bernard, and he was gay as Mardi Gras. He would occasionally flirt just to get a rise out of me, but in reality we had a lot in common. Near the end of the second semester, I got an offer for a summer long internship at an architecture firm. Not being able to face Mindy for another summer I accepted. The week after classes started in the fall semester of junior year, Bernard and I were playing Nintendo in our dorm room. "Seth man," he said laughing, "Why the fuck don't you date. You got to be pretty damn frustrated. Are you just waiting for me to actually give you that blow job?" I had never told him about my relationship with Mindy, but as I had gone a year not showing any interest in girls, or guys for that matter, it became hard for me to avoid the subject. I sighed and decided it was finally time to tell him. However, before the words came out of my mouth and almost on cue, the phone rang. When I answered a woman's voice on the other side said, "Is this Seth?" When I said that it was, she continued, "My name is Diana. I'm a freshman at State University, and I play soccer with your sister. I'm also her roommate." I was shocked, my sister was going to college just outside the city. As I listened in silence on the other end of the line, Diana told me that after their first game my sister had looked very depressed. That night when Diana asked her what was wrong, Mindy had told her about how I would come to all of her games when our parents were away with the twins. She said that I was always the one she could hug, and it really hurt her that I wasn't there. Diane had tried to make her feel better, saying that she knew I was proud of her but that would probably be hard for me to get to their college for games. However, Mindy had told her that even though I was going to college nearby, we hadn't spoken for over two years. I managed to be happy and sad at the same time. I was sad because all of the hurt of the past two years came back. I was also sad because I knew it hurt Mindy too. I was happy though because at least my sister was thinking about me in a good way. I don't know how I responded, but Diana sighed and said that Mindy and I were exactly alike, bullheaded and stubborn. Finally, she said that Mindy didn't know she was calling, but I should come up and visit the next Friday. Though I said I didn't know if it was a good idea, Diana gave me their phone number and told me to think about it. Bernard could tell that something was wrong, so he asked me if I was okay. I gave him vague details about the situation, mentioning how Mindy and I were estranged after depending on each other for so long. I left out the details about our relationship though. I had no idea how I could explain that. When I finished I asked him what he thought I should do. In the most caring voice I had ever heard from him he said that I should go. Tentatively, I picked up the phone and dialed the number. I was relieved when I got the answering machine. Though I thought I should just hang up I found myself saying, "Hi Mindy, it's Seth. I'm going to come by next Friday." When Friday came Bernard was prancing about the room having me put on outfit after outfit. He said I needed to find something perfect for meeting a long-lost relative. I had no idea that they were outfits appropriate for that, but I was happy for his enthusiasm-it helped me to ignore my anxiety. Finally I left, taking the subway then a shuttle bus to her school. I looked at a campus map, found her dorm, and started walking. When I called up from the call box, it was Diana who answered and buzzed me in. She was also the one who met me downstairs to sign me in. She was a very attractive African-American woman who I thought under different circumstances I might be attracted to, but she also wore a shirt that read "lesbian and proud of it". On the way up to their dorm room she asked if I was the brother or the boyfriend. I was crushed. I had spent the last two years thinking about Mindy and how nobody would ever replace her. And here she was replacing me. I had often thought that I would never date again, but it never occurred to me that she might not feel the same. Trying to act happy, I said I couldn't wait to meet the lucky guy. Diana snickered and said that this was the first time she would meet him as well. Mindy had never even mentioned a boyfriend until that week. When we got to their room Diana open the door and walked in first. When I followed I saw Mindy sitting on her bed on the other side of the room. Her hands were folded on her lap; her beautiful brown hair hung wavy over her shoulders. She looked beautiful, like she wanted to impress the boyfriend who was coming. However, she looked very nervous. I quietly said hello not knowing whether I felt happy or sad. I had my sister back, but not in the way I wanted. I never thought it would be like this. Maybe it would have been better for me if we had never spoken again. But Mindy was a person I loved more than anyone else in the world. Even if it was painful for me, I would do whatever it took to make her happy. Mindy said nothing. Instead, she jumped to her feet and ran across the room. In a second she was kissing me all over the face, telling me that she was wrong, she had acted like a little girl, and she never wanted to let go of me again. She finished by putting her hand behind my head and pulling me down she gave me the deepest French kiss she had ever given me. And then she held me, her head against my chest, and cried, "Seth, I loved you then. I love you now. And I am going to love you forever. I'm never going to leave you again. Please, promise you won't ever leave me." When we finally broke our embrace, we noticed Diana standing in shock. Mindy looked at her and said, "I told you my brother and boyfriend was coming over tonight." When Diana stammered that she didn't know they were the same person, my sister replied, "You're the English major. 'Was' is singular. 'Were' is plural. I used 'was'. Hence, you should have known they were the same person." Though I probably should have been worried about how Diana would react, I couldn't have cared less. Mindy had referred to me as her boyfriend. In her mind we had never broken up. For a few minutes, it seemed like Diana was trying to make sense of the situation. Finally, she shrugged her shoulders and said, "Well, I'm a Dyke. Who am I to judge? Let's get dinner." I was shocked but happy. We now had a friend who accepted us. Though Diana was accepting, we decided we should still keep things quiet. However, I started to attend every one of Mindy's home soccer games. It turned out she was a star. As a true freshman she was starting. She was also the leading goal scorer on the team. Eventually, I convinced Bernard to start coming to the games too. Even though he didn't know our secret, it was great to have another friend hanging around. Though her team was pretty good, it was clear before the last game that they wouldn't make the playoffs. However, there was still tense excitement about the final game. Not only were they playing their rivals, but their other game this season had been close for most of the game. However, with five minutes left Mindy shined. She scored two goals, and had one assist. What had been a tie game quickly became a blowout, at least in soccer terms. This game was tense and physical. There were a total of five yellow cards, two for State and three for the other team. The game was even closer after regulation and injury time the game was tied. Overtime didn't settle the match either. Finally, it came down to penalty kicks. Surprisingly, the coach opted not to have Mindy kick first. She was still a freshman, and he thought it might be too much pressure. So instead he had four upperclassman kick first. Unfortunately, all of their shots were blocked. Luckily, of the other team's shots, each was blocked by Diana who happened to be the only true freshman goalie in the league. Finally, with the other team's five players expended and each team's sixth person warming up, Mindy lined up on the ball. The entire stadium was silent during her approach and as the ball flew through the air. But there was an explosion of joy when the ball sailed into the upper left-hand corner just past the opposing goalies hands. With her arms in the air Mindy ran forward with a look of joyous shock on her face. She had done it. I had never been so happy for her. But then something unexpected happened. Right as Mindy was trying to head back to her team the opposing goalie kicked her legs out from under her. As my sister lay on the ground the goalie kicked her in the head. Mindy lay motionless on the ground as the other woman kicked her in the stomach repeatedly. Diana who had been running over to celebrate, tackled the woman. I had been sitting near the front with the other family members, so I hopped the railing and quickly ran onto the field. The coaches and players knew I was Mindy's brother so they didn't stop me. As the other goalie was being held on the ground and the campus police ran towards her, I got to my sister. She had somehow managed to roll onto her back. Not wanting to move her I just took her hand and looked at her. Her eyes open groggily and she asked, "Did I score?" I said she had as her eyes closed. I stood back as the paramedics put Mindy on a backboard and stretcher. When they asked the coach if he wanted to ride with them, he said that I was her brother and I should be the one. As I walked away with the paramedics, the coach yelled that he would call our parents. When I looked back, I saw Diana crying on Bernard's shoulder. When we got to the hospital my sister was still unconscious. However, after a brain scan the doctors determined that even though she had a concussion, remarkably, it wasn't that bad. However, they still sedated her so she would sleep through the night and they could do more tests in the morning. About an hour later the coach arrived, Diana and Bernard in tow. He agreed to let Diana come along because she was Mindy's best friend, and Diana had convinced him to bring along Bernard, as he was my best friend. As I sat by Mindy's bed, holding her hand gently, our friends sat at the other side of the room. Diana was apparently devastated, and Bernard held her the entire time. I had heard about the empathy that people in the gay community have for each other. It was reassuring to see that it was true. Eventually, my parents arrived with the twins. They had driven all night so they could be there when their daughter woke up. At about 10 o'clock a groggy Mindy was sitting up in bed listening to a recap of everything that happened. Diana, Bernard, and I explained everything as my parents joy turned to fear. But by the time we were done we realized Mindy would be okay, and everyone was happy. There were course other tests that had to be run, and one of the results left me numb. Because of all the kicks to her stomach, the doctors wanted to perform an MRI on Mindy's abdomen. The results were bad. The only internal organ with any damage was her uterus. Because of the trauma the doctor said that while she would not need surgery she would likely never be able to get pregnant. Though I could tell she was numb as well, Mindy took the news better than I expected. She calmly asked everybody besides me to leave the room. When we were alone she asked me to get in the hospital bed with her, I sat behind her with my arms holding her gently. She leaned back against me, turned her head, and kissed me on the cheek. She told me she had never seriously thought about having children. The only person she would've wanted to have a child with was me, and she knew the risks that would entail. Now, she said we didn't have to worry about that. Nothing could keep us apart. It was several months before Mindy had fully recovered. During that time I would go out to see her at State as often as I could. My parents felt like they needed to facilitate it, so they bought a car for me and paid for space in my university's garage. Bernard would often come out with me, though we hadn't told him the full nature of our relationship. So, often it was the four of us spending time together. They were also good enough to let us be alone for a little during each visit. Because of the concussion and the other injuries, my sister and I didn't do anything more than tenderly kissing. We didn't want there to be any more damage. As spring semester passed it seemed as if love was in the air. Bernard started seeing somebody, though I had no idea who the guy was. All I know is that my friend was happier than I've ever seen him. He also grew his hair long and spent at least an hour every night brushing it while talking to his significant other on the phone. I figured the guy had to be closeted, as even when I asked to meet him Bernard politely refused. It was odd though, because every time they would go out, Bernard would dress as feminine as he could without putting on women's clothing. Why would the guy be willing to be seen with the very feminine man but not be willing to meet the guy's best friend? According to Mindy, Diane had met somebody too. In her case though, she had cut her hair really short and started to dress more butch. Much like Bernard, she would not tell Mindy anything about her new girlfriend. Luckily, our schools had the same spring break. Diana's family owned a three bedroom condo down at the beach, and though she and Mindy had to spend the week training, the four of us hopped in my car Friday afternoon and drove off on a mini vacation. Mindy and I were happy, but Diana and Bernard were ecstatic. As we drove along Diana kept saying that there was going to be some big relationship news that tonight. We figured we would finally get to know who her new girlfriend was. She also knew that Mindy and I had finally decided to tell Bernard the true nature of our relationship. When we got there, Mindy and I took our stuff to one of the smaller bedrooms while Diana and Bernard were at the window talking about the view. My sister and I both freshened up and put on the nicest clothes we ha, as Diana had made dinner reservations at the nicest restaurant that was open during the offseason. When we got back out to the living room Diana and Bernard had also moved their stuff to their bedrooms. Diana looked as butch as she probably could, while Bernard even had makeup on, though he didn't do a very good job and it looked a little smeared. If he was going cross dress, he obviously still had some learning to do. Dinner was wonderful. We all ordered varieties of fish, and even got the waiter to bring us wine, though none of us were of age. Finally while we were waiting for dessert, Diane asked if everybody was ready for the big relationship news. After everyone said they were, Mindy and I turned to each other. Looking deeply into the others eyes, said that we were in love and were going to spend our lives together as a couple. I hadn't thought about what response we might get, but was surprised when none came. I had been expecting something, but apparently the news didn't faze Bernard. When Mindy turned her face to look at Diane and Bernard, her mouth dropped. I quickly looked as well, and saw them making out. My gay roommate was dating my sister's lesbian roommate. When they finally stopped, I asked how they could be dating as they were both gay. Smiling, they looked lovingly at each other and said, "Make that gay plus one." When we repeated our secret to Bernard, he said that it been obvious because we really didn't interact like a brother and sister. When he had asked Diana, she simply told him. We all laughed at the irony the world brings. After dinner, we all took a walk along the beach. Two couples, four friends, all warmed by love in the cold ocean breeze. Eventually, we made our way back to the condo. Mindy and I went to our bedroom, while Diana and Bernard went into the master bedroom. As I changed into my boxers and a T- shirt, Mindy insisted on getting changed in the bathroom. Though we still had only ever made out, we had seen each other naked plenty of times. It was strange that now she was getting modest. When my sister came out of the bathroom though I realized she had wanted privacy because of a surprise. She had redone her hair and put on a shimmering purple nighty. As I scanned it over I saw she wore panties of the same color underneath. Immediately, I was rock hard, and knew tonight would be different. Timidly, Mindy asked if I liked it. All I could do was nod my head yes. Mindy glided across the room towards me. She hung her hands around my neck and kissed me deeply. It started off tender and gentle like we normally kissed but then it became more passionate. In seconds we were lying on the bed. When my hands slid under the nighty and up to her breasts she didn't protest. When I touched her nipples she let out a sigh and told me it felt wonderful. First her nighty was slid over her head, and then my T-shirt came off as well. Our chests pressed together, as I felt her skin truly against mine for the very first time. My kisses moved away from her lips and onto her neck. She moaned as I worked my way down her neck, and then to her breasts. Her nipples were hard with excitement and I caressed one as I gently kissed the other. Mindy and I were both inexperienced, so I would occasionally do something wrong. But after a few minutes of me switching between her breasts, my sister arched her back and said, "Oh God! I'm cumming!" She then slumped down on the bed and told me how intense and wonderful it felt. I was afraid our encounter was over because my sister had finished, but then she started rubbing me through my boxers and said that it was time. She pulled my boxers off with desperation and then slid her panties off her legs. Sliding the top sheets out from under her, Mindy spread her legs and I knelt between them. Even with the distance between her and my face I could smell her-musky and clean, somehow familiar. Sitting up slightly, Mindy gently grasped me and started to stroke me. She told me that she knew it would hurt, but she wanted me to do whatever I needed to do. She wanted my first time to be wonderful. So slowly I slid myself inside of her, her hand guiding me to the right spot. I didn't feel any resistance, and remembered from my health classes that many female athletes have already torn their hymen by the time they have sex. Mindy was still tight though. So I started slowly, stopping occasionally to let her body adjust. Slowly though, we picked up speed. We were somewhat awkward since it was each our first time, but our bodies did well enough. Eventually, a rhythm worked out, imperfect but sufficient. In just a few minutes I was driving in as hard as I could, feeling my cum building inside of me. Mindy was arching her back thrusting herself onto me as well telling me that she wanted it, and to make her a woman. Soon I drove myself in as far as I could and started to shoot inside of her. At the same time Mindy arched her back again, gasping with another orgasm. We lay there tired with me on top of her. I was still a little hard, so I slowly and gently continued to move as we both relaxed. I was still inside of her, inside of my sister, inside the place I was meant to be. As I rolled off my sister, Mindy kissed me and told me that she had wanted that for years. I was her first and I would be her only. I told her that she would be the same for me. Then with a mischievous smile, she told me to rest up a bit because we weren't done for the night. After a night that didn't involve sleep, we stripped the bed. Though there was no blood, there were stains all over. We decided that we would put it in the washing machine before the others awoke. However, when we got to the laundry room, we saw Diana putting bloody sheets into the washing machine herself. She turned to us and laughing said, "I never thought I'd have something up there." We started to laugh too. As college continued, Mindy and I continued to keep our secret. After we had each graduated, we got an apartment together. Most of the friends we made along the way thought we were a couple that had married young, so we kept the details about our lives vague and ambiguous. However, after a few years something completely unexpected happened. One morning after a dinner at a surprisingly questionable new restaurant, Mindy was kneeling in front of the toilet throwing up. It was surprising that she would get food poisoning and I didn't, since we both tried each other's food. We figured it would pass though. Then the next day she was sick again-and then the day after that. She always felt better by afternoon, so we weren't too concerned. But after the pattern repeated for a week, I convinced her that she needed to go to the doctor. The appointment was in the afternoon, and surprisingly Mindy didn't call me afterword. So even though my firm was working on a major project, I told my boss that I couldn't work late. When I got home, Mindy was at the kitchen table crying. When asked her what was wrong all she could tell me was that they had told her that it would be okay and so we hadn't used protection. She never said exactly what was going on, but I realized my sister was pregnant. We were honest with my sister's obstetrician who told us that there was a very good chance the twins she was carrying would have some kind of genetic condition. However, later in the pregnancy, tests began to come back negative; it looked like we might be lucky. However, for Mindy that was only one problem. She was afraid that eventually people would find out that we weren't married, but instead were siblings. Luckily, Bernard came from a powerful political family in our home state, and was able to convince an uncle to get us fake birth certificates. Mine had our father's name but no mother, my sister is had our mothers name but no father. Our last name was rather common so we didn't think we have any questions. Again though, that wasn't enough for my sister. We were both lapsed Catholics, but my sister decided she wanted a church wedding. So we found a parish to join and an old priest who would marry us even though we were living together. We decided we would lie to the priest about being related, but during one of our meetings my sister broke down. During a flood of tears she told him the entire truth. She thought she would go to hell if she lied to a priest. Luckily, the old priest had seen a lot in his career. He let us know that throughout history the church had been willing to make exceptions in extraordinary circumstances. He would talk to the archbishop. It would probably not come to anything, but he would try to get one for us. Two weeks later, we were sitting in the office of the Archbishop, a stern looking man famous for his orthodoxy. The old priest was sitting next to us trying to explain the situation. The Archbishop was looking over the letter that our priest had sent to him, as well as copies of our birth certificates-both real and the fakes. Finally, he threw himself back in his chair and crossed his arms and said, "Father Simon, I've always appreciated your sense of humor, but this time it's too much. This is not a laughing matter. Marriage is a sacrament of the Chruch and should not be a joke. Now I know this gentleman and his lady wish to get married. And I won't give an exception because none is needed." Then he sat forward, elbows on his desk and cracked half a smile continuing, "Well okay, maybe it is a little funny." It was settled my sister and I were getting married. When we all stood up and shook hands the Archbishop said that if he understood correctly I was an architect. When I replied that I was, he asked if my firm worked with historical buildings to which I responded that it was our specialty. Smiling, he invited me to join him on the dome. Apparently there was some work that needed to be done and he wanted to see if it was something we'd be interested in. After 10 minutes climbing narrow winding staircases, he showed me one of the nicest views of the city I had ever seen. The capital and the Washington Monument were visible in the background. But what was most remarkable were the lights of the cars on the streets below flashing by like the lights in a dance club. After pointing out the damage to me, the Archbishop asked me to look at the building directly across the street. He asked me if I knew what was there. When I responded that I didn't he told me that it was an abortion clinic. Then he pointed up and another street and told me there was another one up there. Finally, he sighed and looked at me with the deepest pain in his eyes. "Seth", he said sadly, "I know that Mindy is your sister, and the situation is a bit troubling. However, you and your sister aren't taking the easy way out. But do you know how many people do?" I shook my head telling him that I didn't. Almost desperately he continued, "In this diocese it's tens if not scores of thousands every year. So many men and women get into bad situations and don't know how to get out. For some of them it's because they're afraid of losing a job or being shunned by their families. But for most, it's because they don't believe in love. They don't believe in the strength and the power of love. "If there's one thing our Lord and Savior taught us it's that with the power of his love and our love for our brothers and sisters we can change the world. Remember that St. Paul said that the last thing that ever exists will be love. I figured out that everyone was telling the truth the moment I met you. You and Mindy look too much alike to not be related. But can you imagine the scandal if I allowed a brother and sister to get married? There are now two witnesses to say that I didn't believe you. "Then there's you. I wanted to let you know that I know the truth, but I'm willing to keep a secret. I truly think that there are too many in this church and too many in the world, but I'll keep yours. I don't mind if you tell your sister, but don't tell anyone else. It's obvious to me how much you love each other, and I am not going to come between that. I do not believe that God will judge any of us for this. Love your sister, cherish your wife. That's all I ask of you. Now let's go back down to my office so I can write down whom to call about an estimate for this dome." *** A month later, Mindy and I were married in a quiet chapel at the Cathedral. The excuse we used was that most people thought we were already married and didn't want to let them know we weren't, but the real reason was that the Archbishop and I decided that the more people who knew, the bigger the risk of people finding out we were siblings. Father Simon celebrated the wedding and the Archbishop concelebrated with him. Our parents were there with the twins. Diana and Bernard stood as maid of honor and best man. They wore matching tuxedo jackets over their matching black dresses. Though it put everyone else off slightly, we thought it was funny. A few months later I held my sisters hand as she delivered twin boys. We named Joseph and Simon after the Archbishop and the priest who married us. In general, they were healthy. Though it became apparent they had the same condition the twins had. However, it was easily treatable by this point, so in the overall grand scheme of things it wasn't a big deal. Because of the damage that had been done to Mindy's womb in that fateful soccer game, the doctors told us of severe risks if she ever got pregnant again. Even though things went well this time, the next time could be deadly. Though we were sad to know that our family would not get any bigger, we agreed that my sister should have her tubes tied. We also knew that next time we not might not be so lucky. People have told me that in Greek there are over a dozen words for love. Each has its distinct meaning about passionate love, or fraternal love-or even sibling love. Somewhere along the line these got conflated for my sister and me. I'm not saying it's the right thing for everybody, or even that it's a good thing at all, but so far it's been working for us. We still have to keep things secret, lying even to our children about why they only have one set of grandparents. But again, they say you can't help who you love. And I love my sister more than anybody in the world. On the night after our twins' first soccer game, Mindy came into the bedroom wearing that shimmering purple nighty and panty combination she wore years ago at the beach. It didn't fit as well as it did when she was a 19-year-old freshman in college. Her breasts were bigger and sagged a little from nursing, and though she was still in great shape her skin was slightly loose with stretch marks. To me, though, she was even more beautiful than back then. Without a word she gently pushed me onto my back and slipped off my boxers and T-shirt. Then after removing her panties, she slid between my legs and took me in her mouth. Gently, she worked me until I was rock hard. When she stopped, I offered to go down on her, but instead she wanted to feel me inside of her. I nodded my assent, and she mounted me slowly sliding down with me inside of her. Rocking her hips back and forth, she worked herself to exhaustion. When she couldn't continue, she got on her hands and knees and let me take her doggy style, our favorite position. We finished with me ramming myself in her and cumming, while she bucked her hips back into me. After sex we usually liked to savor the moment no matter what position we were in. As I stayed behind her, Mindy told me to look at the small of her back. On her skin was a just healed tattoo that read, "To my loving brother and the love of my life." She looked back and told me that the tattoo artist must not have been very smart. He thought it was a dedication to two people. It was really a double dedication to me. How could I love anyone as much as I love my wife, my sister, and my everything? *** Authors note: I'm not really big into the judging. However, as someone who was sexually abused by a close family member (not a brother or sister), I can tell you that any sexual activity between family members can be devastating. Seth and Mindy are fictional characters, and the story is an allegory about how love can come out of hardship and persist afterward. This is not something you should try at home. I also understand from consensual activity with another family member (the same age as me but not a brother or sister) that even what seems loving and playful at the time can lead to confusion later in life. I've dealt with these things in counseling for the better part of two decades. Don't let your children (if you have any) end up in my situation. If you've been in a situation like Seth and Mindy found themselves and it has had a good ending, I bless you with all my heart. If you found yourself in a situation like me, I hope for the best for you. And most of all if it's become destructive to you or others, for God's sake get help. There are counselors and clergy who are more than willing to help. And of course, if you're just reading the story for fun, check out my other work at www.asstr.org/~Secret_DC_Guy. -------------------------------------------------------- This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author does not condone the described behavior in real life in any way, shape or form. Anyone tempted to act out any of the scenarios in this story should seriously consider seeking professional help. -------------------------------------------------------- Kristen's collection - Directory 83