Sister — Brother — Lover 2

Sister – Brother – Lover

Chapter Two

Two days later and not much had improved. Our mother and father were still acting distant. There was no talk during meals and only what was necessary the rest of the time. It was not surprising that Pat turned to me during this time.

Mother announced that she had shopping to do and would bring something back for dinner. I wondered if it was an excuse to not have to be around Pat but kept my mouth shut. Shortly after she left Pat came wondering into my room.

“Can we talk?” She said sounding very serious.

I figured she wanted to talk about her pseudohermaphroditism. I had been reading up and felt prepared. Or maybe she wanted to talk about mom and dad. I was uncertain how to deal with that. They were being jerks but I didn’t want to say that. “Of course we can talk.”

“You didn’t really explain it.” She gave me that puzzled look.

I didn’t explain what? My sister was nicer than others but she still had the annoying habit of saying “it” or “that”. “What didn’t I explain?”

“How do you make it hard or soft? She said with no hesitation or embarrassment. “And you never showed me what it looks like when it is soft.”

My mind flashed back to our encounter two days ago. “Oh” I said. How did I want to handle this. I thought it was a little unfair that she go to do all the touching. Maybe I could change that. “I don’t directly make it hard.” I replied. If I am seeing someone sexy, or even thinking about sex, it just happens.”

“So you can’t just make it hard or soft when you want to?” she sounded doubtful.

“They taught us in school that there is this kind of tissue called erectile. When conditions are right it swells up and gets firm. Guys have it in their penis and girls have it in their tits.” You can see where I was heading now.

Pat gave me a look like I was stupid. “My tits do not get hard or soft. I think I would have noticed.”

“Sure they do. I don’t mean the whole tit, just the nipples.” I told her in my most convincing voice.

Pat looked down at her chest and said timidly. “Maybe mine don’t because I am different.”

I already knew they did. Anytime a female’s nipples poked out I noticed. “I sure hope not. We should find out if they are normal.” I told her sounding ver serious.

I expected to have to coax her more but she grabbed the bottom of her shirt and pulled it over her head. Her bra covered mounds were right there in front of me but only for a moment. She slipped the straps off her shoulders and then twisted the bra around to unhook it. She made it look so easy.

I was staring at her beautiful breasts and I think I forgot to breath. When she looked at me she could see the effect but rather than embarrassing her she just smiled. “Only 25%?”

I was distracted so it took me a moment to understand. “I think that took it to 75% loss of IQ. You’re lucky I can remember how to talk.” We both laughed and I relaxed a bit.

Pat looked down at her chest. “So how do we find out if they get hard?”

Keeping to the plan I replied.