Just As He Is – Part 1

AUTHOR’S NOTE: This is a story of sibling incest involving a young teen. It is a completely fictional account of sexual awakening and coming of age. All the other usual disclaimers apply regarding written renditions of explicit detail. The reader has been granted prior warning if any content is judged inappropriate.


He would be married soon, but she still pines for him. She confesses to very few that her first and most passionate love was her doting smart, athletic, and kind older half-brother. But she has passed along some details, others are slightly varied accounts from a very jealous brother who prickles with the observation that other males seek romantic attachments with his ever-pixieish kid sister. So here is the full and most complimentary, unashamed narrrative as best as I can piece it together. While almost always silent about their torrid physical attachments, neither of them have lingering regrets about what would be regarded as taboo conduct even in the most unconventional settings.

“Stop it you little brat! I’m tired of telling you to keep your sticky little hands away from the towel around my waist.” This was becoming a regular chore for 15 year old Stuie, clamping his fists to the towel wrapped around his waist as he was leaving the tiny bedroom for the bathroom and shower at the other end of the hall to prevent his 8 year old sister from pulling it away and encountering him in the altogether. “Besides, you have already peeked at my penis and bare bottom through the shower curtain when you couldn’t wait for me to finish my shower because you had to go potty right away.”

The little girl protested. “But I didn’t look.”

“The hell you didn’t, you lying little brat.” In truth, his mother insisted that he cover his hands over his ‘you know what’ while she was with him in the bathroom. She would not have been able to get a good look through the dense semi-clear plastic anyway.

“It ‘s not fair. I remember when I was little, you used to help Mom give me a bath and you even washed my wee wee. “

“It ‘s called a vagina. Yeah, and even further back, I changed your shitty diapers and had to wipe you thoroughly all over down there. Look Julie, you know how we have to help Mom out. You were not old enough to bathe yourself. Now that you are, I always respect your privacy and I only ask that you respect mine. ”

In truth, he could have cared less if she joined him in the shower from time-to-time, when he wasn’t too horny and did not need the occasion to beat off.