 (c) Copyright 1999 Sxjames@aol.com

 Authors Note: There are some ideas, some fantasies,
 that I look at and 1) wonder where on earth they came
 from and 2) realize the amount of effort it will take
 to execute properly is more than I can handle. This
 tale has both characteristics.  For example, I've
 always considered myself a straight male, but there
 is a strong homosexual theme that is essential to this
 tale -- a theme that I must admit I find kind of arous-
 ing (in the abstract).  At any rate, this has been
 sitting on my hard drive for several years, stuck in
 the middle of chaper one.  Personally, I like the
 characters and voice, but is it good enough to
 continue?  You tell me. 


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     This story deals with a brother and sister explor-
 ing their sexuality, both with themselves and others.
 If incest and/or explicit sex offends you, or you are
 a minor, delete this file NOW.  Otherwise, please
 enjoy.....S.P. 

 Copyright 1999 by Stephen Peters.  DO NOT REPOST THIS
 STORY, OR MAKE IT AVAILABLE IN ANY PUBLICLY ACCESSIBLE
 ARCHIVE WITHOUT THE AUTHORS PERMISSION.  This is an
 unfinished work and may be downloaded for your private,
 personal enjoyment only.  Feedback is welcome, please
 address all comments to Sxjames@aol.com. 


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 by: Stephen Peters


 CHAPTER 1
     Twelve year old Erin pushed her long, blond hair
 out of her face, shaded her eyes, then peered from the
 front porch of her house into shimmering waves of heat
 rising from the sidewalk.  It was mid afternoon on the
 hottest day of the year, but beating the heat was not
 what was on Erin's mind.  Scott had returned home from
 his dads that afternoon and Erin knew that the first
 chance Scott had he would hop on his bike and ride over
 to her house to find her brother Chris.  That meant, of
 course, she would get to see him -- maybe even talk to
 him if she were lucky.  And more than anything else
 that hot and so far uneventful July afternoon, Erin
 wanted to talk to Scott. 
     
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     For Erin and her brother Chris, the past year had
 been a roller coaster ride of changes.  Their father
 had divorced and remarried, and with his new wife (Erin
 could not yet think of her as 'mother') came a new
 house in a unfamiliar neighborhood.  The previous fall
 she had to switch to a large, inner city school and it
 took *quite* awhile before she felt accepted -- or at
 least accepted enough to start making friends with the
 black and Asian kids that filled her classes.  However,
 the biggest changes had nothing to do with school or
 new friends or home. In the last three months Erin
 had...well, grown.  Adolescence harmones were working
 their fine and time honored number on her little body
 and this was one change Erin welcomed with open arms.
 She was proud of her budding breasts with their exqui-
 sitely sensitive nipples ("there soooo pretty!" her
 best friend Sandra had told her during one of their
 many sleepovers) and she loved the way her hips were
 filling out, loosing their boyish, angular lines. With
 her long blond hair, blue eyes and elfin features Erin
 had always been cute; now 'cute' was giving way to true
 beauty -- and she was enjoying every minute of it. But
 as much as she delighted in looking at her developing
 body (and exploring it; with an utterly untroubled
 conscious she masturbated at least once a day), there
 was one change she hadn't expected: her runaway imagi-
 nation -- especially when thinking about her brother's
 best friend. 

     Ahhhh...Scott.  Tall and muscular, with curly brown
 hair, deep set grey/green eyes and possessor of an ab-
 solulty wicked sense of humor, Scott was her first --
 the first boy she had ever thought of as more than just
 another guy to hang around with.  The attraction was
 part romantic crush (Scott, when he chose, could be
 very sweet), part a new found, hormone-fuelled horny-
 ness ("God, Sandy, he's got a cute butt!!"), and part
 her simple (but deep) adolescent curiosity about sex.
 The end result was that Erin thought about him con-
 stantly.  In the past couple of weeks especially; ever
 since school had let out, Erin had been waking with
 vague, half remembered dreams of Scott's handsome face
 hovering close to hers.  Nothing specific, just his
 face, and a deep, maddening feeling that he was about
 to......kiss her? Suck her nipples? Go even further?
 God, it was frustrating!, and the worst part was
 knowing that she would never finish the dream -- at
 least, not until she had experienced kisses and nipple-
 sucking (and maybe other thing) first hand.  Needless
 to say, Erin's one overriding goal this summer was to
 wake one morning knowing how to finish that dream. 

     It was the sound of the screen door banging open
 that finally interrupted Erin's thoughts.

     "She's at it again -- the bitch."  Chris fairly
 spit the epitaph as he stomped out the door then down
 the porch steps, coming to rest beside his sister.
 
     Erin glanced sideways at her brother, smiling know-
 ingly at his outburst.  Their mother and Chris had been
 very close, and he was having a hard time accepting the
 divorce and remarriage.  If Chris had his way their
 Mom would have gotten custody, but Dad was the one with
 the steady job and rather than pay a fortune in child
 support he argued for supporting the kids directly. He
 won, and now Chris was stuck with a 'mother' who's idea
 of paying attention was screaming at him whenever he
 did something wrong.  No, Erin didn't have to imagine
 how her brother felt.  'Bitch' pretty well summed up
 her feeling also -- she was just too polite to say it
 out loud. 

     "So what's it this time?" Erin asked.

     "Shit, I don't know" he said, anger turning to
 disgust "somethin' about never helping around the
 house.  God, Erin -- why did Dad have to go marry her?"

     "I dunno....maybe she's good in bed?" Erin said
 with a smile, gently humoring her brother. 

     "Jeezzzzus! Chris rolled his eyes skyward.  The
 thought of his own dad doing IT -- especially with HER
 -- was a total, complete turn off. He shot an annoyed
 glance at his sister, who had a hand to her mouth
 trying to suppress a grin at Chris's reaction.  "So
 what have *you* been been sitting her thinkin' about,
 huh?" Chris growled. 

     "Oh.....nothing." Erin replied, face bright and
 innocent, enjoying her little tease. 

     "Yeah, I bet." Chris replied.  Now that he had the
 chance to blow off a little steam he felt better, and
 his sisters humor about the situation had once again
 managed to cheered him up.  

     "So, uh...waiting for Scott?" Chris asked after a
 bit.

     "Uh huh." Erin shook her head yes.

     "He's got the hots for Jamie, you know that."

     "I know." Erin calmly replied.

     Chris took a long look at his sister and sighed.
 "Your gonna hang around with us all afternoon, right?"

     "Uh huh." Erin smiled.

     Oh well, thought Chris, might as well get used to
 it....

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     "So, what ya wanna do?" asked Scott, for the ump-
 teenth time.

     "I dunno.  Why you keep asking?" Chris replied.

     "'Cause, I wanna know what you want to do."

     "I said I don't know--"

     "Come on guys, knock it off! -- I'm trying to
 think" Erin yelled.

     Erin, Scott and Chris were camped out under a large
 willow tree in the back yard of Scott's house; Scott
 leaning against one side of the tree, Chris with his
 back against the opposite side, and Erin sitting on
 the ground Indian style between the two.  She had been
 trying all afternoon (with absolulty no luck) to get
 Scott to pay her more than a few minutes of attention,
 but Scott seemed far more intent on pestering Chris
 than listening to her.  Erin had finally resigned her-
 self to playing referee, hoping that she could at least
 find something that they all could do. 

     "Look man, it's just too friggen' hot to do any-
 thing, OK?" Chris said, barly hiding his irritation at
 Scott's constant badgering.

     Scott made a sour face.  "Yeah, sure" he shot back,
 voice sullen and hurt.

     Erin knew that Scott and Chris argued alot.  In
 fact, she often wondered how the two came to be such
 good buddies -- they couldn't have been more unalike.
 Scott was loud, brash and impulsive to the point of
 recklessness.  On the other hand Chris was steady,
 calm and level-headed -- and always, it seemed, having
 to rescue his friend from his self-made jams.  Just
 this past Fourth of July Chris had to literally *beg*
 Mrs. Foster not to call the cops after she caught Scott
 trying to stuff her mailbox with an M80.  Later, Erin
 overhood Chris cussing Scott out; telling him how
 stupid he was, telling him that next time he wasn't
 going to help him, that he could go to the juvie for
 all he cared. Chris was genuinely upset; mad, it
 seemed, that Scott would do something that would get
 himself into serious trouble.  It didn't shake their
 friendship though -- the two boys were tight, and there
 constant arguments seemed only to bring them closer
 together.

     "How about some catch?" Erin asked hopefully,
 forcing a smile into her voice.

     "My mitts at my Dad's house" Scott replied, still
 sullen.

     "Well...how about some cards -- hearts or some-
 thin'"

     "Nah"  Scott shook his head no.

      Erin sighed in exasperation.  Chris muttered some-
 thing under his breath.  "Christ," Erin thought, "this
 is going nowhere fast." For a long moment the three
 kids sat in silence.

     "Wanna play prisoner?"

     It was Scott -- voice soft and peek-a-boo like, as
 if he was willing to unsay his words at the first sign
 of resistance.  He did not look at either Chris or
 Erin; his just stared straight into the distance. Erin
 heard him though, and for a split second she stopped
 breathing.

     Prisoner.

     Two days ago she had been crouched in the abandoned
 lot next to Mr. Alverez's old garage, watching as Chris
 and Scott, with Scott holding Chris's hands behind his
 back, oh-so-casually open the door and slip inside.
 After ten minutes they had still not emerged, and Erin,
 being not completely innocent, understood.  She knew
 that boys liked to engage in jack-off sessions (just
 like she and Sandra sometimes did during their sleep-
 overs), and she wanted to watch.  In the end she failed
 -- the garage's one window was boarded over and she
 just couldn't work up the courage to 'accidentally'
 walk in on her brother -- but she remembered very
 clearly Chris's answer that evening when she casually
 asked him what he and Scott were doing in the lot. "Oh,
 playing prisoner" Chris had said.  Now, to Erin's utter
 amazement, Scott seemed to direct the question to her.

     "Huh?" Chris grunted, completely startled.

     "You know...." Scott peek-a-booed again "....
 prisoner."

     "Whatthe...." Chris was incredulous.  He whipped
 around the tree to face his friend, ready to ask Scott
 how the hell he was proposing to have a jack-off ses-
 sion with his sister hanging around, when suddenly it
 occurred to him that (as far as he knew) Erin had no
 idea what Scott was talking about.  He hesitated, then
 shot his friend a dark look, wondering now what exactly
 Scott *did* have in mind. 

     "So, uh....how do you play?" Erin asked, ignoring
 her brother. Keep cool, she thought to herself. 

     "Well, it's like tag...sorta" answered Scott. "One
 person runs and hides until the others catch him. Then,
 uh, he or she has to uh....well, be a prisoner.  You
 have to do what the others says." Scott was still
 staring off into space.

     "Scott!" Chris hissed under his breath. 

     "Yea sure...sounds OK" Erin calmly responded, again
 ignoring Chris. Her eyes focused tightly on Scott,
 watching his head nod ever so slightly up and down. It
 was as if Scott was congratulating himself on his
 courage. If Erin only knew....

     "So, uh...who starts?" Erin asked "I mean - do you
 wanna count while we hide?" Erin had to concentrate
 very hard on keeping the excitement from her voice.
 She didn't know exactly what Scott was up to, or where
 all this would lead, but she could hope!!

     "Yeah...sure!"  Scott shook his head yes, and his
 voice had a strange, giddy quality to it.

     "C'mon you" Erin said, grabbing her brother by the
 arm "Let's get to it!"  Damn, Erin thought to herself,
 this is gonna be GREAT!
 
 Chris, Erin and Scott end up in Mr. Alverez's old
 garage, with Erin's wrists tied very loosely -- it's
 play, and she can get out of it anytime she wants.
 Scott gets her up against the wall, takes off her
 shirt and starts playing with her nipples.  Chris,
 after a few protests, shuts up. The next thing Erin
 knows BOTH Chris and Scott are suckling her, then
 Scott rubs the front of her jeans until she climaxes.

 Chapter 2

     A couple of days latter, in the kitchen, Erin and
 Chris talk about what happened.  They end up on the
 couch kissing and fondling.  Erin wants Chris to fuck
 her, he refuses and finger fucks her instead.  Erin
 then goes down on Chris, taking his cum in her mouth.

 Chapter 3

     By now Erin is falling in love with her brother,
 but she is still horny for Scott, and wants him first.
 She gets Scott alone, after school one day, and tries
 to seduce him.  Scott can't get it up, and he confesses
 he is basically gay and really wants to make it with
 Chris!  The only reason he was able to do anything in
 the garage is because Chris was there.  They do fool
 around some, but Erin leaves frustrated and confused.

 Chapter 4

     A few days later.  Erin finally figures out that
 the only way this will work is for her to arrange
 something between Chris and Scott (Erin has not told
 Chris about Scott's desire) and then try and get
 involved.  Event, however, overtake her.  She walks in
 on them after school, as Scott is giving Chris a blow
 job.  She watches, and when Scott finishes she pulls
 him away and more or less forces him to fuck her. Scott
 does, but he comes in about 10 stokes, leaving Erin
 unsatisfied.  Scott then turns to Chris and tells him
 to finish her off.

  "Hey, man - she wants YOU!"

  Chris, with both Scott and Erin persuading him, final-
 ly makes love to his sister.  

    I'm not sure of the ending.  Perhaps Erin and Chris
 waking up in each others arms then find a note from
 Scott saying that he knows better than to get between
 a brother and sister so he wont be seeing Chris any-
 more??
