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MY SISTER'S LOVE (Mf, cons, pedo, incest)
An Erotic Story by Jim Fix
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doing reading this?
The summer I turned ten my parents bought a house in the country. The
property was a remnant of what was once a large farm but all the
cropland had
been sold as a separate parcel. My father bought the old farmhouse and
barn
along with several acres of woodland and elderberry thickets. The price
was
right and we could move out of the city.
My sister, Penny, was almost two years older than I and as a result of
the age
gap we had separate lives while living in the apartment complex in the
city.
When we moved to the farm we were thrown together as playmates. There
were no other children who lived close to us and out of expediency we
became
companions. We had a grand time exploring our new, exciting surroundings
together and in a week or two despite being siblings had become fast
friends.
We explored the woods and the thickets along the little creek that
bordered our
place. We were explorers in a trackless jungle or a prince and princess
who had
been banished to the forest by a wicked queen. There was one place in
the
creek that was deep and wide enough for swimming. We would play in the
thickets until the sound of mother's police whistle called us to the
house. We
were left pretty much on our own and played endlessly but when Mom blew
that whistle we knew we had to run to the house immediately. We were in
ten
and eleven year old heaven for we had unlimited freedom compared to the
city.
The barn was large with a hay loft in the top. The ground floor was one
large
open area with a concrete floor. Dad used this as his workshop and
garaged his
and mother's cars there. In the loft there were two rooms and a bath
with a
shower partitioned off from the main area. One room had been used for
storage
and had shelves on two sides. The other had been used as living quarters
for a
hired hand. My sister and I claimed this room and the loft for our rainy
day
playroom.
The little room, as we called the hired hand's room, was still furnished
with a
double bed, a work counter with a gas hot plate, a space heater, table,
and
chairs. Mom had helped us clean the place up and put fresh linen and
blankets
on the bed. We had brought a radio, some books, toys, and games from the
house to give us something to do when we were banished to the barn. Dad
had
hung a rope swing from the rafters in the loft to round out our little
private
world.
One rainy morning we were being our noisy selves in the house when Mom
sent us to the barn to play and give her some peace. After what seemed
like
ages we tired of books and decided to explore the barn. We had looked
everywhere before but this time we explored in detail. When Mom called
us for
lunch we had looked in every box, every corner, and every crevasse in
the loft.
After lunch we went back to the little room to play and after a while
lay on the
bed and took a nap together.
I woke up to a strange noise, my sister was tugging at a board behind
the bed.
When I asked her what she was doing she told me that she had found a
loose
board and was tugging at it when she saw something hidden behind it. I
helped
her and soon we had worked it away from the wall enough to see some
papers
hidden in the space in the wall. Eagerly we pulled everything out and
lay it on
the bed.
There were several magazines and what appeared to be little comic books.
I
took one of the comic books and began to leaf through it looking at the
pictures.
Wow! I had never seen one of my favorite comic characters doing things
like
this. My sister was looking at the pictures in a magazine and sat
transfixed as
she turned the pages. We had found some nameless farm hand's erotic
stash.
"Bobby have you ever seen anything like this before?", she asked.
"No, are the people doing what I think they are doing?", I asked in
return. I
knew about sex from playground conversations but had never seen exactly
how
the act was accomplished. In the magazines there were photos that were
explicit and left nothing to the imagination. I moved to Penny's side
and looked
at the pictures with her. The men had penises that looked huge and the
women
seemed to have an ax wound between their legs surrounded by a mat of
hair. I
knew that my penis was no match for the examples in the pictures.
After a few minutes Penny began to answer my question. "Remember when we
lived in the apartment that sometimes we would hear funny noises coming
from Mom and Dad's bedroom? This is what they were doing."
"Is this how adults do it Penny?"
"Yes. . . . It's supposed to feel good and be fun.", was Penny's reply.
"It looks like it would be uncomfortable to me." I didn't believe what I
had just
said for I had the biggest erection ever from looking at the pictures. I
was also
acutely aware of Penny sitting beside me.
"It's supposed to be the best thing ever. . . . Can you keep a secret
Bobby?"
"What secret?"
"We won't tell Mom and Dad about these books. We will keep them secret
and
read them when we are up here alone. If we tell they will take the books
away
from us."
I didn't want to lose this treasure before I got a chance to see all of
it and if I
crossed Penny she would pound me into the middle of next year so I
agreed.
We heard our Dad open the barn door to park his car and we quickly
replaced
everything in the hiding place and replaced the loose board. Unless you
were a
few inches away from it the board looked like it was firmly attached.
Someone
had made a clever hiding place. We ran down the stairs and greeted Dad
as he
parked the car. We all ran to the house through the rain.
The next morning Penny and I went to the barn and spent the morning
looking
at pictures. Penny read to me out of the magazines and I read to her out
of the
little comic books. I had no idea of the many ways to have sex but by
lunch
time I had seen pictures of every conceivable way a man and a woman
could
copulate. There were detailed pictures of oral, anal, and straight sex.
Penny
and I discussed the pictures and found some of them downright funny,
some
scary, and all interesting. I had an erection that mercifully my jeans
hid and I
could feel the heat radiate from Penny's warm body close by me.
After lunch we returned to the loft and continued to read the magazines.
We
had looked at all the pictures at least twice over leaving the stories
and text as
the only thing new left to explore. Penny read a story about a young
couple's
first lovemaking experience and the words struck fire in my groin. The
detailed
descriptions of what they did and how it felt drove me to states of
desire I had
never felt before. I noticed the tiny beads of sweat on Penny's forehead
and
upper lip. I could see her shorts pressed against her crotch as she sat
cross-
legged on the bed. Every detail of her body stood out as she read and
etched
itself in my consciousness. That was the moment she ceased being my
sister
and became an object of my physical desire. I was lying on my stomach in
front
of her and I began to stare at her crotch and inner thighs. As she read
my
imagination began to take her clothes off and I fantasized about what
she
would look like naked in front of me. As my erect penis pressed into the
mattress I imagined it sinking into Penny's soft nether parts.
Penny noticed me staring at her and smiled as she asked, "Would you like
to do
that with a girl?"
Caught off guard by her question I had to think a few seconds before I
answered. I wanted to tell her that I wanted to do it with her but was
afraid,
besides she was my sister. Brothers and sisters didn't do things like
that
together, did they? I took the safe way out and answered, "I would like
to make
love to a girl sometime. The problem is finding a girlfriend out here in
the
boondocks."
Penny laughed at my answer and replied, "I would like to make love with
a boy
also but I'm a little afraid. They say that the first time a girl makes
love it
hurts when she loses her virginity."
"Why does it hurt the first time?", I asked her.
Penny explained about hymens and what happened to a girl her first time.
I
listened fascinated by her explanation, visualizing a penis disappearing
into a
vagina and wondering how much blood would result when the hymen tore.
Too
bad girls had a tattletale between their legs.
We had been shy about discussing these things only this morning but as
the
day had progressed that had been overcome by curiosity. We were talking
about another girl and another boy as we discussed our desire for sexual
experience. I wanted to get the conversation to shift to us but couldn't
figure
out how to arrange that. As I tried to think of an opening to turn the
conversation to specifics Mom called us to the house.
Mom had made a pitcher of lemonade and we sat under a shade tree with
her
and talked as we sipped on icy glasses of fresh squeezed lemonade. When
we
finished Mom went about her chores and we eliminated one activity after
another from our list of things to do.
The afternoon was hot so we decided to go wading in the creek. We put on
bathing suits and ran out to the shallow area that was in sight of the
house
and waded down to the deeper swimming hole. We splashed and swam in the
creek for a while and then lay on the bank soaking up the sun.
I must have dozed off for I was awakened by Penny's laughter. When I
looked
at her she pointed at my swimming trunks and said, "What's that?"
That was an erection making a tent of my trunks. Embarrassed, I quickly
rolled over on my tummy to hide my condition and Penny quit laughing.
She
began to talk about our secret books and as I visualized the pictures I
became
even more aroused and my erection refused to subside. I became
uncomfortable
laying on my tummy so I sat up and crossed my legs as we continued our
conversation. I racked my brain trying to think of a way to broach the
subject
of us when out of the clear blue sky Penny asked, "Bobby, would you show
me
yours?"
I was surprised speechless for a moment, my sister was asking to see my
penis.
I couldn't think of anything to say except, "Why?"
"I just want to see it. We've looked at all the pictures of boys and
girls and I
would like to see what a real one looks like.", she answered.
I remembered the pictures of the women and the large gash they had
between
their legs. I was more than curious about Penny as well. "Will you show
me
yours too?", I asked and waited expectantly for her answer.
Penny was quiet for a while and seemed to be thinking. Finally she said,
"Yes
but you first."
Feeling very self-conscious I pulled my trunks down and lay back on the
grass.
Penny moved close by my side and sat staring at my erect penis. She
reached
out and touched it on the head and I flinched at this unexpected
contact.
"I'm sorry, did I hurt you?", she asked.
"No, you just surprised me that's all.", I replied.
"Can I touch it again?"
"Yes, but be careful for that's tender down there.", I said.
Penny explored everything from the head to my scrotum. She asked me
questions and I answered them as best as I could. After she had
satisfied her
curiosity I pulled up my trunks and then asked her to show me hers.
She was reluctant but after some argument she pulled the bottom of her
swimsuit down and lay on her back with her knees bent and her legs
parted so
I could get a good look. There was some peach fuzz and she had a little
slit, not
a huge gaping gash as the women in the pictures did. I gently pulled the
lips
apart so I could see inside and there was a little hole on the bottom
and a tiny
fold of skin with a little bump at the top. When I touched the pink
flesh inside
it was wet and slippery. Penny told me that when she touched the little
bump
at the top it tickled and felt good. I put my finger on it and she
giggled and
squirmed away from me. Unfortunately, Mom's whistle prematurely
interrupted my explorations. Penny pulled up her swimsuit and we ran to
the
house.
At dinner that night Mom announced that her brother and sister had
called
and wanted to visit with their spouses. After talking things over with
Dad they
agreed to the visit. Mom and Dad discussed the arrangements they would
have
to make for the visit and when they discussed sleeping arrangements it
was
obvious that Penny and I were losing our rooms temporarily. Penny
suggested
that we could sleep in the little room in the barn while we had
visitors. After
some discussion between Mom and Dad that was settled.
The next morning we moved some of our clothes to the loft and enough
toilet
articles to stock our bathroom. We were excited about "camping out" and
asked
if we could sleep there tonight. After lunch we helped Mom get our rooms
ready for our visitors. Tomorrow we would have aunts and uncles coming
out
our ears.
After dinner Penny and I went to the barn and got ready for bed. Penny
changed into a nightgown and I put on pajamas. We sat talking about all
the
excitement tomorrow when we heard someone coming up the stairs. The
stairs
made loud squeaks when anyone climbed up or down and made it impossible
for anyone to get up to the loft unheard. Mom and Dad came in and sat
with us
for awhile before tucking us into bed.
We lay awake for a long time continuing our talk about the visit
tomorrow. The
sandman slipped up on us and eventually we fell asleep. I had never
slept with
anyone before and I was awakened several times during the night by
Penny's
movements.
The next morning I was awakened by Penny getting back in bed after going
to
the bathroom. She slid up close to me and the warm place around me. I
felt two
cold feet on my legs as she complained about the cold floor. Her back as
turned
toward me and as she snuggled closer to get warm her butt ran into my
morning erection. I started to pull away but she only followed me and
pressed
against me even harder.
"Does that thing stay like that all the time?", she asked.
"No, but first thing in the morning before I go pee it is hard."
"What happens after you pee?"
"It gets soft and limp.", I answered.
"Go pee so I can see it soft."
I got out of bed and went to the bathroom and took a morning whiz. I
quickly
returned to the bed and climbed in and snuggled against Penny's warm
body. I
felt her grope for my penis and feel it while it was soft. As she
explored it
became hard again.
"I thought it got soft after you went to the bathroom.", she said.
"It did but when you played with it I got excited and it got hard
again."
"Does it feel good when I touch you like this?", she asked.
"Yes, I like that but it would feel better if I pulled my pajamas
down.", I said as
I slid the bottoms down to my knees.
Penny began to play with my penis, stroking it up and down with her
hand. I
was in heaven.
"I read in one of the magazines that this was supposed to feel good when
you
did this with your hand.", she said. "Bobby, you can touch me there if
you
want."
When I reached over for her I was surprised to find her gown was up
around
her waist and she wasn't wearing panties. I slid my finger into her slit
and she
guided me to her little button and showed me how to stroke it gently. I
loved
the feel of her warm soft vagina and the wet slippery flesh under my
fingers. I
slid a fingertip in the little hole and was rewarded by a little moan
from Penny.
We continued to masturbate each other until we heard the back door of
the
barn open and Dad yelled up at us to get up and come to breakfast. We
shouted
back an answer and Dad returned to the house.
Penny cautioned me to keep quiet about what we had been doing if I
wanted to
continue to have fun with her. I had no intention of saying anything for
I
figured that Mom and Dad would kill us both if they found out, besides I
had
enjoyed this morning more than anything I had ever done before. I had
never
kissed my sister on the lips but it seemed like the thing to do so I
gave her a
big hug and a sloppy kiss. She surprised me by returning my kiss and
pressed
her body against me. My erect penis probed the softness between her legs
and
it felt wonderful. I moved my hips around trying to slip between her
legs but
she kept her thighs pressed together. We lay this way for a moment or
two
before we broke apart and got out of bed.
"For a little brother you're not bad.", she said. "Think you can wait
until
tonight? Maybe we'll try some new things."
"Whatever you want Penny."
"I'll hold you to your promise Bobby."
We finished dressing and ran to the house and our waiting breakfast.
The guests arrived in mid afternoon and everything was in an uproar. We
were
introduced to aunts and uncles we hadn't seen in a long time. Penny and
I had
the usual fuss made over us and received the usual amount of hugs and
kisses.
The rest of the day was a blur of people talking about things I didn't
understand.
It was late evening when we got back to our little room and slid into
bed. We
were both so tired that we fell asleep almost immediately. We were
awakened
by someone coming up the stairs the next morning to get us for
breakfast. It
was our uncle and he made sure we were awake before he left. We didn't
have
time for anything except getting up and dressing for breakfast.
It was Saturday and Mom and Dad had a whole day planned. We went
sightseeing around the countryside and to a movie that evening. Penny
and I
were so worn out we didn't do anything except sleep when we went to bed.
The
next morning we were awakened again by our uncle.
We spent Sunday at home. Everyone came out to the barn and took a tour
of
our loft. They thought it was grand to have such a nice place to play
out of the
weather. Penny whispered to me that she thought it would be grand if we
could
have some time to play alone.
After lunch we just sat around and acted lazy until someone mentioned
that it
was hot. That brought a suggestion of swimming. It wasn't long until
everyone
went trooping to the creek and jumped into the cool water in our
swimming
hole. We played and splashed for the rest of the afternoon. After dinner
we sat
around talking about nothing and just relaxing. When we finally made it
to bed
Penny and I fell asleep immediately after all the activity of the day.
The next morning we woke up before anyone came to get us and were just
getting into mutual masturbation when someone called us for breakfast.
We
managed a hug and kiss. Again I tried to push my penis inside Penny's
soft
nether parts but she pulled away and told me I would have to wait until
we
had the time to do it right.
After lunch Penny and I were left at home in the care of our uncle and
his wife
while Mom took her sister and her husband into town. Dad had to work all
week so that left the four of us at the farm. Penny and I went to the
barn to
play and as we sat in the little room playing a game we noticed, from
our
window, our uncle and his wife walking toward the swimming hole. About a
half hour later we finished the game and decided to join them.
We changed into our bathing suits and walked toward the creek. Penny
stopped and put her finger to her lips signaling for quiet just before
we got to
the clearing. I could hear some strange noises coming from that
direction.
Quietly Penny led me to a place off the trail where we could see into
the
clearing without being seen. When we got into position we were in for
quite a
show. Uncle was laying on his back and his wife was on top rocking back
and
forth. Her back was toward us and we could see all the action clearly.
His big
penis was buried in her vagina and she was working up and down on it. We
could hear the wet slippery sounds they made each time they thrust in
and out.
Penny and I lay side by side in the bushes and watched as their
lovemaking
progressed. Uncle was making grunting noises and trying to thrust deeper
into
his wife's vagina and she was making little animal noises in her throat
as she
matched him thrust for thrust. Uncle lunged upward and she let out a
loud
moan and collapsed on his chest. They lay very still kissing each other
and we
could see a thick white liquid dribble down the shaft of his penis.
After a few
minutes they got up and went into the water naked. Penny and I slipped
back
to the barn and changed our clothes.
We talked about what we had seen and Penny asked me if I would like to
do
that with her tonight when we got to bed. I had a raging erection and
was
ready then but she figured our uncle and his wife would be coming back
from
swimming any time. We didn't want to get caught but we were both aroused
by
what we had observed and wanted to try it ourselves as soon as possible.
After dinner we excused ourselves as quickly as manners allowed and went
to
our little room and got ready for bed. We lay in the darkness for a
while and
when no one came to tuck us in we started kissing each other. I slid a
hand
between Penny's legs and began to play with her and massage her little
button
with a fingertip. She began to stroke my penis with her hand and when I
tried
to get on top she stopped me and got out of bed.
She grabbed a bath towel from the bathroom and put it under me as I lay
on
my back. Penny got on top and straddled my hips and put my penis against
her
little slit. She pushed down but it wouldn't penetrate. Every time we
tried to
push it in it would either bend or slip aside. She moved down and took
me in
her mouth. I had seen pictures of this but hardly expected my sister to
do it to
me. She bobbed her head up and down a few times and I was wet with her
saliva. Again she sat astride me and tried to insert my penis. This time
it
would go partially inside but would not break through her hymen. We
tried
until my penis dried and things got painful for both of us.
Next she moved up until her soft mound was above my face. She asked me
to
kiss her and rub her little button with my tongue. I was in such a state
I would
have done anything to get to try to penetrate her warm softness again so
I did
as I was told. What I thought would be quite revolting turned out to be
a very
pleasant experience. I gingerly pushed my tongue into her hairless slit
and
massaged her button. I grew braver and began to thrust my tongue into
her
little hole as deep as it would reach. It wasn't too long until my face
was wet
and slippery from my saliva and her juices.
She was making little noises in her throat like auntie was this
afternoon when
she pulled away and again took a position astride my hips. I was rock
hard
with an erection and she was wet and slippery from my deep tonguing. She
took my penis and placed it in the opening of her vagina and pressed
downward until she met the resistance of her hymen. She stopped for a
second
or two before she thrust down firmly and I felt something let go and
slid deep
inside her. Penny lay atop me and hugged me close as I enjoyed
sensations that
were almost indescribably pleasant. My penis was trapped in a warm, wet,
slippery prison that no prisoner would ever try to escape. I could feel
little
ripples of contractions deep inside Penny. She kissed me and forced her
tongue
between my lips and deep into my mouth. We lay like this for a long time
kissing each other deeply and enjoying the joining of our bodies.
Penny began to rock back and forth and I matched her movements. To this
day
I cannot describe the pleasure I felt as the warm slippery flesh of
Penny's
vagina slid up and down on my penis. After a while I could feel the
walls of her
vagina tighten and then a tickling sensation began in the head of my
penis.
When the tickling became almost unbearable Penny contracted strongly and
lay limp on top of me. We lay quietly in each other's arms and enjoyed
the
intimacy of the moment.
After a while Penny got up and led me to the bathroom. There were
bloodstains
on me and between her legs. The towel she had put under me was stained
also.
We cleaned up in the shower, returned to bed, and fell asleep cuddled up
spoon
fashion.
We woke up early and lay in each other's arms kissing and generally
making
clumsy attempts at foreplay. When we tried to make love again Penny was
too
sore to enjoy it so we just talked about the night before and our new
circumstances.
Until this summer we had never been really close. I guess our
relationship was
normal for a brother and sister for we had traveled in different
circles. The
summer had forced us to keep each other's company and this was the
morning
after the night before. Penny had taken an irreversible step and we lay
discussing the consequences as we understood them at our age. One thing
was
certain and that was I wanted to stay close to my sister. I felt
protective and
held her close as we lay talking. I felt content to have her laying
beside me in
the warm bed.
I was concerned that I had hurt her last night but she reassured me that
everything was normal. She told me that in a couple of days the soreness
would
be gone and we could enjoy each other whenever we had an opportunity.
That was the beginning of a long journey that continued until Penny left
for
college. There were incidents of interest that occurred such as the time
when
Penny had her first period and scared me half to death. I watched her
breasts
develop from two little nipples to a pair of pert globes that I never
tired of
fondling and kissing. Then there was the time when I matured enough to
ejaculate and we had to get serious about birth control.
In the intervening years between that morning and Penny's departure for
college we grew up together, matured together, and explored a forbidden
love
that was as tender and deep as possible for two people. We shared
emotional
bonds secured in the strength of a brother, sister relationship and
enriched
with the volatility of lovers. We were inseparable; friends and lovers.
With a lot of luck we managed to keep our secret from our parents and
our
friends. We seldom dated others and when we did it was only to
camouflage
our private life. One would be in agony while the other was with someone
else.
One boy tried to take liberties with Penny on a date and when she told
me I
was enraged. I cornered him in a parking lot and the ferocity of my
attack left
him unconscious and bleeding on the pavement. Penny had no further
problems with boys after that.
We used study as an excuse to be alone together in the loft and as a
result both
of us made good grades. Our parents were happy with our scholarship and
seldom invaded our private world in the little room. When we were alone
together our universe was complete. We were a pair of studious nerds out
of
the mainstream of teenage society.
I was devastated when Penny left home to go to the university. I moped
around
for days and had a generally hard time adjusting to life without her. We
wrote
long letters to each other and poured out our hearts. Penny kept
reminding me
that I would be graduating in the spring and would be able to join her
in the
fall semester but that was a whole year away.
First and foremost I missed Penny's company but it wasn't long until I
missed
the other half of our relationship more. I had sex regularly since I was
ten and
the sudden celibacy Penny's absence imposed became an unrelenting
burden. I
had never had relationships with other girls and couldn't bring myself
to start
one now. I loved my sister and we had pledged our loyalty to each other.
Absence makes the heart grow fonder and I found out the hard way how
true
this was.
Penny came home over the Thanksgiving Holiday and we had a fast and
furious reunion. Christmas rolled around and we had a glorious two weeks
together. Spring break came and went all too soon and then I had the
long wait
until school was out.
We spent the summer together on the farm. Penny had some studying to do
before fall semester and we used that as an excuse to spend long hours
in our
little room. Sex was of paramount importance for the first week or two
but
afterwards it became something to do when the mood struck us. We were
lovers with years of time together and were as familiar as an old
married
couple despite our ages. This was to be our last summer together with no
responsibilities. The days and weeks rolled by and we used the time to
get
reacquainted and deepen our relationship. We had become young adults and
fully understood our unusual relationship. It was our responsibility to
keep our
secret and protect our parents from scandal.
In late July we had a family conference and discussed the coming school
year.
Finances were the main topic for the expense of two people in college
was a
major item in our parent's budget. Penny had a scholarship that covered
tuition and fees and I had won a cash scholarship that would just about
cover
the same. Room and board was the big item. Penny suggested that we rent
a
small apartment and then we could live together and prepare our own
meals.
Mom and Dad liked the idea and the item was settled.
Dad took some vacation days and we drove to the city and looked for us a
place
to live. After some searching we found a place that was within walking
distance of everything. It was a garage apartment behind an older
couple's
house. They were very conservative and wouldn't rent to an unmarried
couple
but a brother and sister was a different matter. They were impressed
that the
whole family had come to look at the place. The furniture was sparse but
in
good shape. The bedrooms had double beds and a table and chair for
study. The
kitchen, dining, and living room was a single large open area and quite
homey.
We had privacy and a quiet neighborhood around us. The rent was
reasonable
and Dad signed the lease.
We spent the rest of the week with our parents looking for the little
things to
round out our new home. We made one trip back to the farm and loaded our
personal belongings and extra household items that Mom donated. By the
weekend Penny and I had a nice place to live.
We spent the last few weeks before registration on the farm with our
parents.
This was a bittersweet time for all of us. I was the last to leave the
family nest
and Mom and Dad were reluctant to let go. The days passed and then the
big
day arrived. Our parents drove us to the city and helped us get settled
in. They
spent the night in our apartment and after breakfast the next morning
left for
the farm. Penny and I found ourselves alone in our own place.
We had been lovers for eight years but there was a special magic about
this
morning. It was our first day together on our own. We didn't have to
listen with
half an ear for someone coming up the stairs. We could simply lock the
door
and refuse to answer if anyone knocked. For the first time in our lives
we had
real privacy.
Penny was washing up the breakfast dishes and I went to help her. We
were
two people, alone, with no pretenses just doing the things that needed
to be
done. Penny stood beside me dressed in a plain, comfortable dress
wearing no
makeup with her hair in disarray. When we got close to each other I
could
smell the real woman; her musk, her sweat; and not what the perfumer's
art
dictated. The books say that there are no known human pheromones but I
dispute that. Whoever wrote the book has never had an intimate moment
with
a woman he loved au naturel.
It began with an accidental touch; perhaps when I handed her a plate to
rinse.
Then we both felt a need to touch and be touched in the fleeting
instants the
task allowed. A hip brushed a hip, shoulders brushed by each other,
fingers
contacted fingers as the dishes slowly moved from one side of the
counter to the
drain rack. For a moment anything more than a caress in passing would
have
been too much, an overload of information for our nerve endings. Like a
drug
we found a need for more and stood hip to hip, the touch maintained, as
our
bodies found a need for constant contact to communicate. Words would
have
been an intrusion, everything that needed to be exchanged passed between
us
in the warmth of our touching. The flood of communication became too
great
for the tiny contact of the hips and shoulders touched to widen the
channel and
the need to feel the intimate warmth of the other person became
overwhelming
as the last item was put in the drain rack.
Wordlessly we turned to each other and embraced and kissed pressing our
bodies together as if we wanted to join as one. As we stood locked in
each
other's arms the real need defined itself, we wanted to give each other
the
ultimate gift a man and a woman may share. The distance to the bedroom
became an infinite journey of pauses to embrace and kiss never losing
contact
with the exchange of sweet need continuously flowing through the points
of
warm touching.
We made love gently, slowly savoring each second as a unique experience
in
itself. We were in a timeless place exploring the slopes of a mountain,
up and
down each new side saving the climb to the summit until we could hold
back no
longer. Unhurriedly we began our final ascent and when we found release
the
earth moved, not in the violence of an earthquake but the slow geologic
movement of continents. New and deeper emotions were shared and our
bonds
of love were forged even stronger. Words were inadequate and we held
each
other in silence as our bodies communicated on a primal level. We will
never
speak of this moment but we will remember it always.
Timelessness must eventually give way to reality and the demands of the
real
world intruded. It was lunch time and a more mundane hunger had to be
satisfied. We got up and fixed a quick lunch. Afterward we sat talking
over
coffee. There has been a fundamental change between us.
Penny guides me through the labyrinth of registration and enrollment.
What
could have been a bewildering experience is only a series of things to
do with
her guidance. At last I am firmly entrenched as a freshman at a state
university. As the weeks pass we settle into our old pattern of high
school. We
are still considered two studious nerds slightly out of the social
mainstream.
The weeks fade into months and soon the spring break is upon us. Penny
and I
have to decide if we want to go on the fast track and take summer
courses.
When we visit the farm we discuss this with our parents. They are
pleased
with our progress and grades but just a little disappointed that we
won't spend
the summer at home. Their pride over the fact that we have been selected
to
take accelerated courses eventually overcomes their disappointment and
they
endorse our plans wholeheartedly.
We return to school and soon are absorbed in our studies. Time passes by
and
finally the day comes that we thought was in the far future. Penny will
graduate. It seems like only yesterday that I was a lowly freshman and
now I
will be a senior. What are we to do?
We spend long hours discussing our options but there are no answers
other
than reality. Penny will have to move on and I will have to stay here
and finish
school. We hope she can find a job close by but fate delivers a cruel
blow, all her
job offers are half a continent away. We have to accept our fate and she
accepts
an offer on the west coast. I plan to graduate and then join her after
graduation. With that out of the way we finish the school year in peace.
The inevitable day comes and with our parents I see her off at the
airport. In a
matter of hours my sister and my lover will be far away. When I get back
to our
empty apartment I play our last night together in my mind. I remember
our
frantic lovemaking over and over until it is only a blur. As I look
around the
apartment so many things remind me of her and I think about moving. When
I
think about moving the thought of breaking my last link to Penny is too
much
to bear and I stay in our old place.
I throw myself into my studies to dull the pain of separation. I live
for the days
that Penny's letters arrive. Again we pour out our hearts to each other
on
paper. I can't afford a telephone so we seldom call each other. Hearing
her
voice is too much and I settle for letters.
When she came home for Christmas we had a stolen week together. She
tells
our parents that she will arrive a week later. After our week alone we
spend
the holidays on the farm with the family and then it is over. She must
go back
to her job.
As January fades into February I begin to notice a subtle change in her
letters.
There seems to be some distance between us, not the geography but an
emotional distance. I can't quite put my finger on what has changed but
something has changed. I get a letter just before spring break that
mystifies
me. She asks me to stay in the apartment and she will visit me but I
mustn't
tell Mom and Dad she is visiting. I agree and make excuses to Mom and
Dad
and await her arrival.
I meet her at the airport and we fall into each other's arms. I smell
her
perfume and I am immediately intoxicated. After collecting her bags we
go to a
restaurant and have dinner. Afterward we dash to the apartment and catch
up
on so many missed nights. The next day is a blur of becoming
reacquainted. We
catch up on events in our lives and we catch up on lost moments in the
bedroom.
After one particularly satisfying session we are lying side by side and
I am
completely sated by our lovemaking. This seems like a good time to
discuss our
future.
"Penny, I have been offered a grant to get my Master's Degree. I haven't
had
time to refuse yet but I will let them know that I won't be accepting
after this
break."
"Why would you refuse it?", she asked.
"Why indeed, because I will join you as soon as I graduate in June. We
have
been apart for too long."
Penny began to cry and sobbed into her pillow, "Oh God, how can I tell
you
what I came here to tell you?"
"What's wrong Penny?"
I remember she spent some minutes getting control of herself before she
began
to talk. I sensed that I was not going to like what she had to say.
Little did I
know that her next words would deliver me more pain than I had ever felt
before.
"Bobby let me get all the way through what I have to say before You say
anything. Will you promise me that?"
I reluctantly agreed and waited for her to begin.
"Bobby, I love you more than anyone else on this earth, you must believe
that.
Until this moment there has been no other man in my life but you. I wish
we
could have a life together but the way things stand now we can't. I want
children and we could never have children of our own. Mom and Dad would
be
devastated if they knew about us and how would they feel if we moved
away
and lived openly together? If this world would let us live an open life
and if
nature would give us decent odds for normal children I would agree to
live with
you in an instant but you know this is not possible. . . . I have met a
man who
has been very patient and wants to marry me. I told him I had to clear
up some
unfinished business here before I could give him an answer and he agreed
to
wait until then. You and I can't have a normal life together but he and
I can.
You will find someone also. If you love me as much as I love you I know
you
will have a place for me always in your heart but I want you to have a
normal
life too. You must find someone else to make a life with; a respectable
life with
children."
Penny stopped talking and hugged me. I could feel her naked body press
against me and feel the wetness between her legs of our recent
lovemaking. I
couldn't stand to be close to her, I had to get away from her touch and
the
reminder pressing wetly against me of what we had meant to each other. I
sprang out of bed and ran to the shower. I compulsively washed all
traces of
our lovemaking from my body and when I finished I dressed in street
clothes.
Penny was lying in the bed softly crying as I let myself out of the
apartment
and walked the streets.
I walked for what seemed like hours. As I recalled her little speech the
each
word hit me like a hammer blow. We had been lovers for over ten years
and in
a few seconds that world had come tumbling down. All those years she had
been more lover than sister but in an instant the woman beside me, naked
and
wet with our lovemaking, had become my sister. I had been appalled with
the
enormity of what we had done and yet I could not deny the love I felt
for her
even now. She was my Penny and I loved her so much I would do whatever
she
asked of me. I began to calm down and start thinking rationally. I could
see the
truth in her words even as a little voice in me cried out my pain. I
would have
to go back to the apartment and give her my blessing for her marriage.
When I walked in she was sitting on the sofa watching TV. She looked at
me
expectantly and I could see she feared what I was going to say. I chose
to sit
beside her and I took her in my arms and held her close. "Penny, I love
you and
I will always love you. Go to your man and be happy and I will share
your
happiness and we will share the pain of what might have been."
We sat for a long time just holding each other and stared unseeingly at
the TV.
Eventually hunger got the upper hand and we had a cold dinner out of the
refrigerator. Later I left her in the living room and went to bed. I lay
awake
listening to her get ready for bed and was surprised when she came into
my
room and got in bed with me.
"What about your husband to be?", I asked.
"He will wait. Let's just have the few days left to us like old times."
I could hardly argue with her. We tried to pack a lifetime of love into
a few
days.
I accepted my grant and continued at the university. When I got a
wedding
announcement I sent a gift and my apologies with my parents. I was not
going
to her wedding and study gave me an acceptable excuse. Our letters still
traveled back and forth in the mail but they were between a brother and
his
sister. It was hard to write that kind of letter to Penny and many times
I had to
tear up several pages for my emotions would spill out in a torrent and
spread
across the paper.
I tried dating but it just didn't work out. I even tried to make love to
one
woman but couldn't. I still see her around campus but she doesn't speak
to me
anymore. I have become accustomed to living alone.
In the spring of my first year of graduate study I got a devastating
telephone
call. Mom and Dad had gone on vacation to warmer climes and as they were
returning their plane had gone down. I called Penny and gave her the
news.
We didn't get to finish the conversation for she became so emotional she
had to
hang up. The next morning she called and told me that she would be
arriving
that afternoon and gave me her flight number. She asked if she could
stay with
me while we made the arrangements for their funeral.
It had been almost a year since I had seen her and I waited anxiously at
the
airport for her arrival. A wan Penny walked out of the flyway into the
terminal. We hugged briefly and exchanged a quick kiss reserved for
relatives
and after a baggage drill were on our way to the apartment. When we
arrived
the old couple joined us for a few minutes to offer their condolences. I
had
grown quite fond of them in all the years I had lived there and I think
they
looked on me as an adopted son. Many is the time they have let me slide
on the
rent in my earlier student days and I have eaten uncounted meals at
their
table when I was short of cash. Now they are as close as anyone I know
outside
of Penny.
When they left and we were alone Penny asked me for details and I
explained
to her what I had learned. It would be a week before the bodies would be
shipped and we could make funeral arrangements. We talked of old
memories
and little anecdotes we remembered about our parents. There was still a
sense
of unreality about the whole thing. I expected at any moment to get a
phone
call from the airport to come and pick them up.
I prepared a simple dinner and we ate in silence. Afterward we watched
TV
until a news program mentioned the crash and then we turned it off.
Mostly we
just talked.
Late that evening I left Penny sitting in the living room and went to
bed. I
could hear her stirring around and finally go to bed in the other room.
I lay
awake for a long time remembering the happy, loving times we had had
together in this little place. Finally I dropped off to a troubled sleep
and
dreamed of other nights in other times.
The next morning I awoke to the smells of breakfast cooking and I joined
Penny in the kitchen. As a reflex I hugged her affectionately from
behind with
my forearms across her breasts as I had thousands of times before. It
was only
afterward that I realized that I couldn't take liberties with her, she
was a
married woman now. I quickly apologized and took a seat at the table.
She
poured me a cup of coffee laughing at my embarrassment and gave me a
quick
peck on my cheek.
"If you want the truth, that felt good.", she said.
We ate and then decided to go out to the farm and see if we could make
heads
or tails of our parents' affairs. I made a couple of quick phone calls
to get my
schedule in order and we set off. We talked about the familiar scenery
of this
often repeated drive and joked about earlier trips. Neither of us wanted
to talk
about the real reason we were here together.
When we arrived at the farm we walked through the whole house and looked
at old sights so well remembered. Finally we got the household files and
sat at
the kitchen table and spread everything out and began to go through
things
one at a time. In a couple of hours we had a good picture of things that
needed
to be done and what assets our parents had. We read the will and it was
very
simple, Penny and I shared everything equally.
We had a simple dinner and watched some TV steering clear of the
newscasts.
Penny called her husband later that evening and I could hear her talking
on
the phone but could not understand the words. From her tone of voice I
gathered that everything wasn't right between them. When she returned to
the
living room I held my peace not wanting to pry. She was upset but chose
not to
talk about whatever was bothering her.
I slept in my old bedroom that night and Penny slept in hers. Again I
had a
night of dreams but this time I kept dreaming of Penny talking on the
phone
and getting louder and louder as she shouted into the handset.
I woke up early and went downstairs to the kitchen and made a pot of
coffee. I
found some pancake mix and frozen sausage and began to fix breakfast.
Penny
came up behind me and gave me a bear hug. I was acutely aware of her
soft
body pressed against my back and felt a little guilty when I found
myself
becoming aroused.
"That's to pay you back for yesterday morning.", she said.
After breakfast we sat at the table and had coffee together. We
reminisced
about times we had spent in this room in days past. When we finished our
coffee Penny asked me to go out to the barn with her. I followed her to
the little
room in the loft. We were both surprised to find it clean and dusted.
Evidently
Mom had kept it clean after we had left home.
Penny sat on the bed and I sat on a chair as we talked about the times
we had
spent there. Neither of us mentioned anything about anything except the
most
innocent of events. We seemed to have an unspoken agreement to say
nothing
about our past love. Penny seemed to have something bothering her and
she
appeared about to tell me something so I held up my end of the
conversation.
Patiently I waited until she was ready to talk about whatever was on her
mind.
After a few minutes she dropped a bombshell.
"Bobby, I'm thinking about divorcing my husband."
I asked the only question I could think of, "Why?"
"Things just aren't right between us. He is jealous of me. He wants me
to quit
my job and stay home. He tries to control every move I make. I asked him
to
come with me to give me support while we made the arrangements for our
parent's funeral but he refused. He wanted me to come here for a couple
of
days just for the funeral and come straight back home. Last night he
said that I
should be home not out in the boondocks going through my parents' things
like
a scavenger. I told him that I would be staying here for a while and
would come
home only when I was ready. He became very angry and told me, no ordered
me home after the funeral. We haven't been married a year yet and I have
had
all I can stand of my husband. I can take a leave of absence from my job
for a
month or two and I might just do that. I need some time to think about
my
marriage and what I'm going to do. What do you think Bobby?"
"There's nothing I can say about your marriage but if you want to stay
here or
with me in the city you're welcome. I've missed you terribly."
"Thanks for the invitation and to be honest I've missed you too."
Penny began to leak tears down both cheeks and I went over to comfort
her.
We ended up laying on the bed and holding each other tightly. At some
point
our embrace ceased to be a brother comforting his sister and became
charged
with sexuality. My lips found hers and I could taste the salt of her
tears. Her
mouth opened and we kissed as lovers again; our tongues probing hungrily
as
our bodies pressed close together. I was filled with desire and I
pressed into the
softness between her legs. Penny responded and opened her thighs as she
rolled on top of me and began to grind her body against me. It had been
so long
since I had been with a woman that I made a mess of my pants. That broke
the
spell and I rolled Penny on her side and pulled away.
"What's the matter?", she asked.
"I can't, you're married.", I said in a lame voice.
"I'm your sister but that didn't bother you, incest was OK but adultery
isn't?
Bobby how can you get moral on me now? Remember the first time we made
love in this bed? Do you still love me like you did then?"
"Penny never a day has gone by that I haven't loved you. I love you
right now,
at this moment, as much as I ever have. I just love you so much I don't
want to
hurt you or cause you pain."
"Kiss me Bobby.", she commanded.
When our lips met I was lost. Somehow our clothes disappeared and we
melted
into each other. This woman would never get away from me again. The
world
could do its worst but I would have Penny as mine from this day forward.
"Penny don't ever leave me again, I couldn't stand it."
"Don't worry, I won't Bobby, just love me."
THE END
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