Evelyn – my gorgeous teen sister #2

It had been months since I had drugged Evelyn, my 19 years old sister, and had my way with her. The cover-up had worked splendidly: all Evelyn remembered, or thought she remembered, was that she had had way too much to drink and ended up sleeping a hole in the next day. How pathetically naive of her.

I kept thinking about it all the time. I had hoped sleeping with her would get it out of my system, so we could have a healthy brother-sister relationship. But the opposite had happened. Evelyn always used to be the girl I could only think about, but never touch. After our secret escapades, however, I only wanted more of her. All of her. Even her conscience.

On one of our parents’ trips across the country, I visited Evelyn, who was home alone – I had moved out and lived on my own. I would have dinner with her, spend the night, make sure she wasn’t doing anything stupid (like she ever did), and be on my way again. The moment I arrived, she kissed me on the cheek. Never had I ever had such a tough time controlling myself. There was a tornado of bad thoughts inside my head. I would grope her, I would pin her down on the table and devour her, whether she liked it or not. I didn’t, of course, but the thoughts were there. Instead, I did what I always did: gently lay my hand on her hip. For her, it felt like the usual brother-sister greeting, but for me, it was a way of getting to touch that gorgeous body.

I could have easily done the same thing I had done before. I could have drugged her, dragged her upstairs, and pretended nothing happened afterwards. But that wasn’t enough any more. Evelyn had to feel it, she had to know it – she had to want it.

After dinner, we sat down on the couch. We watched a movie, or better: Evelyn watched a movie, and I watched Evelyn. I admired the thin, soft shape of her body. I could see a few square inches of her breasts, ones that forgot to seek cover under her shirt. I saw the outlines of her bra, and the tiny bumps where her nipples were hiding. When she moved, her shorts showed the very edge of her thong – I assumed it was a thong -, creeping up into the light. My thoughts went back to the day I had pulled them off her motionless body, only to sneak them back on again when I was done with her.

I touched her. I laid my arm around her, in a way brothers could do. She enjoyed it and rested her head on my shoulder, not taking her eyes off the television. My fingers ran up and down her upper arm. I thought she barely noticed, but when I quit for a brief moment, she looked up at me and smiled. Apparently, she was totally fine with me touching her. So I decided to try and find where the limit was. I sat up and laid my hand on her belly. No reaction. I tickled her, waited until she laughed, and then held my hand still again. Nothing. I lowered my hand, all the way down to her shorts. I flicked them, getting a quick peek of her black thong. Finally, Evelyn laid her hand on mine and looked up at me.

“Quinn?”
“What?”
“What are you doing?”

I sat up, brought my face close to hers and laid my hand on her thigh. Evelyn was my sister, there must have been some similar thoughts hiding deep in the abyss of her mind. Some desires that had not surfaced yet. I loved her, and I knew she loved me.

“Evelyn…” I whispered. ‘You are so beautiful, do you even realize that? So extremely gorgeous, every boy in this world looks at you, thinks about you… including me.’

“Quinn, I…”

I laid my finger on her lips to stop her from saying what she was going to say.

“I’ve seen you. On the beach, in your bikini. In the garden, wearing shorts and a top. I’ve seen you in the shower, Ev. I’ve seen your perfect body and the water running over it. I’ve seen everything.”

“Quinn!”

Evelyn sat up, pushing my hand away. This was what I needed, for her to react. Now I could go all-in.

“You’re almost 20, Ev. In a few weeks, you won’t be a teenager any more. And, stop me if I’m wrong, but I think you’re still a virgin.”

I knew I was wrong, but Evelyn didn’t. And so she didn’t stop me.

“Boys will know. And they will try everything to make sure you won’t stay a virgin much longer. They will try to seduce you. They will trick you. They will do everything they can to get you. Imagine the type of guy that will end up getting there first. You’re my sister, Ev. I can’t let that happen.”

As I said that, I put my hand back on her thigh. Evelyn let me this time. She didn’t say a word, she just gazed at me. I had her attention.

“You’re too good to be hunted down by those boys. Not just your body, but your soul. But they won’t care about your soul. They will only care about your body, lying naked in front of them, and when they’re done, they will leave. They will forget your name, forget the way you look. All that will be left of you is a vague memory of a cute girl they once slept with.”

I ran my hand up her thigh, until it reached the part where her leg turned into her body.