Sister — Brother — Lover

Sister – Brother – Lover

Chapter One

I never thought about it much but I knew my sister was different. Pat was a year younger than me and we were always on good terms. I saw how the sisters of my friends were, teasing, snobbish, and mean. I would hear the guys tell stories about their sisters being a pain and realize how lucky I was.

When she became a teenager she turned into a real looker. Not only were her hair and figure gorgeous but she had the sexiest skin. I had to keep reminding myself that she was my sister but there was no ignoring what a beautiful woman she was becoming.

This story starts when I was 15 and Pat was 14. I knew that mom was concerned about something and she was making doctor appointments for Pat. They were not saying why which made me curious. Pat seemed fine but I still worried she might have cancer or one of those serious illnesses.

Finally when mom was not around I told Pat how worried I was and asked if she was sick. The smiled and told me that her periods hadn’t started and that mom thought they should have. Pat was never embarrassed about sex. She would discuss a romantic movie scene or the latest school gossip openly with me. With mom she had learned to be more careful lest she get a lecture on modesty.

I told her that from what I heard about periods she should consider herself lucky. We both laughed at that and she said she was not looking forward to them. I was relived that it didn’t sound like my sister was going to die.

There were more doctor appointments and then a specialist. One afternoon mom and Pat came home from seeing him and that was the day it all changed. I could tell something was wrong. Pat was crying and mom was ignoring her. Pat went straight to her room and mom went to hers.

This made no sense to me. If Pat had something serious then why wasn’t mom being supportive. I wasn’t going to let my sister cry alone so I went into her bedroom and sat on the bed next to her. I put my arm around her shoulder and pulled her close. At first she resisted but then gave in and leaned on me sobbing.

I really wanted to know what was going on but knew it was too soon to ask. I let her cry and after a while it started to come out. “It’s not my fault.” I nodded my head “Of course it isn’t”. “Why is mom blaming me?”

I had no idea what was going on but I took a guess. “She is just confused and upset and needs time.”

Pat got a little angry at that point. “She is confused! What about me? I am the one this is happening to! I am the one who’s entire future is ruined!”

This wasn’t sounding good and I desperately wanted to know what was going on. Was Pat going to die? Going blind? Getting her legs amputated? I couldn’t wait any longer. “You know I will always be there for you. What did the doctor say?”

She looked up at me and blurted out. “The doctor said I am not your sister!”

I stared at her trying to figure out what she meant. “You are adopted?” I had seen pictures of mom when she was pregnant so I didn’t think this was the case but you hear stories of kids finding that out.

She looked down at her feet. “No, we are related but I am not your sister.” She took a deep breath and blurted out. “I’m your brother!”

Now I was even more confused. Adoption would not have changed how I cared for her. But how could my long legged perky titted sister be my brother?

She must have seen my confusion. “I have male pseudohermaphroditism.”

That didn’t help. “I don’t know what that means.”

She had stopped crying and explained obviously quoting the doctor. “It means genetically I have an XY chromosome like you so I am male. But due to a genetic defect my body didn’t respond to the testosterone that would make me look male.”

Talk about needing time to process! If my mom wasn’t acting so weird and Pat wasn’t crying real tears then I would have thought she was playing a joke on me. We had studied about the XY and YY thing in school and I thought I understood it but now she was telling me that her genes said one thing and her body another.

Suddenly Pat started to tear up again. “That’s why I never had periods and I can never make love or be married or have a baby and everyone is going to think I’m a freak!” And she put her face on my shoulder and cried.

I may not know much about women, or pseudo what ever, but I knew what to say.