Something with my Sister Deb

Something with my Sister Deb

It was an afternoon in July, I was about three months short of my seventeenth birthday. I was practicing one on one basket¬ball with my sister Debbie, who would be sixteen in September. Debbie is going into grade ten, while I am going into grade eleven at our school. Debbie is on the basketball team, and I was show¬ing her a couple of moves. This one was to dribble up to the opponent, then pivot, while lowering a shoulder, and then dribble around them, using the shoulder to block them away from the ball. Debbie dribbled up, and made the move, and went around me and made her lay-up. I took the ball, and we did it again. “Now, get the shoulder down low,” I said, as I dribbled by. I did not shoot, just tossed her the ball. She did it again, and did it well, shooting a basket. “That’s enough,” I said. I grabbed a water bottle and had a quick drink. I noticed the top was loose, but did not mention it to Deb.

She came over and said, “I think that move will help me this year. I can’t see many girls being able to defend that.” She tilted up the water bottle, and before I could say anything the top came loose, and soaked the front of her tee-shirt. The water made the tee-shirt transparent, and the tits that I had noticed bouncing while we played, I could now see quite plainly. I had guessed that she did not have a bra on while we were playing, and the sight confirmed that fact. I remember thinking, ‘Puffies.’ I expected Deb to turn away, but she just took the other water bottle and stood there, and took a drink, letting me check out her chest. I think she even pushed it out some, as she tilted her head back to drink. I just had a real good look. Her tits were not overly big, but jutted out nicely, and as I said, had those nice puffy nipples. It seemed like a little while, when she said “Finished staring?” I blushed a bit, and quickly looked away. Deb just laughed lightly.

In the house, I showered while Deb made us sandwiches. She was about done eating when I arrived in the kitchen. She headed for the shower, and I ate my lunch, and hit the living room sofa, figuring on watching some of the ball game. A bit later Deb came in. She was wearing a pair of loose fitting shorts, and a hal¬ter top. Rather than sit in one of the easy chairs, she slid on the end of the sofa, making me move my legs up. She was quiet for a bit, then placing one hand on my knee, she asked “So, did you like looking at me?” She definitely caught me off guard with that. I looked at her, and could see she was serious. I nodded, as that was easier than saying something. She looked at me sweetly and said, “I was not trying to embarrass you. I just wanted to show you, show you that I want to be more open. I know that does not sound right, but what I am trying to say is, I want to be able to talk to you. About everything.” I looked at her, I had no idea where she was coming from. Debbie and I had always been close. My Dad died when I was five. There had been an accident at the plant where he worked. Mom had never remarried, and while money was not short for the first few years, eventually living on a fixed income while costs went up, made her go to work. I had been wor¬king part-time since I was fourteen, and Debbie had just found a job at the pizza place.

I guess my lack of an answer encouraged Deb to explain more, as she continued talking. “I want to be able to talk about sex with you. I can talk to you about everything else. Mom tries, but her view is just a bit old-fashioned.”

I nodded, and said, “I will help if I can, I am just not sure of our ground here.”

She just gave my knee a playful jab, and said, “I am just looking for someone to talk to.” Then she looked at me and smiled a sweet, sexy smile and added, “for right now, anyway.” I shrugged. I don’t know if she took that as agreement, but she sud¬denly asked, “You have had sex with a girl, or girls, right?” I just rolled my eyes, and slowly nodded. “Girl or girls?” She asked.

I again was reluctant to answer, then finally said, “Girls.”

She smiled and said, “Thought so. Anyone I know?”

I looked down at the floor, not at her, and said, “What makes you think I am going to tell you that.”

She slapped my knee and said “Listen up, I said I need someone to talk to, I did not say I wanted to pull your teeth.”

We heard Mom’s car pulling in the driveway, and I said a silent prayer. I needed some time to think. Deb must have read my mind, as she said, “Think about it, I really have no close friend, and I want to talk. Judy is a good friend, but I don’t have a best friend as such. I just want you to be my best friend in this, like you have been for everything else.”

I nodded, and said, “I’ll think about it.” Mom had our Aunt Marie with her. My Mom was thirty-six years old. She had me when she was nineteen. I knew Aunt Marie was a couple of years younger. She was my Dad’s sister. She had come around a lot, ever since Dad died, and I knew that over the years she had helped with money at times. I watched my ballgame after that, and after supper I had to drive Debbie over to her friend’s place, where she was spending the night.

Once in the car, Debbie quickly said, “So, did you think about it?”

“Some,” I said. “But not enough.”

“So, who have you done it with?” she asked.

I looked at her, and said, “I said, I want to think about it some more, and I don’t know if I will tell you that or not.”

She just looked down, and said, “O.K. Think about it. But in the mean time, I expect Judy is going to want to play tonight. I know she wants to have sex with me. What should I do?”

I nearly drove up on the curb. I pulled over and said, “What?”

Debbie just smiled sweetly and said, “You heard me, I know Judy wants to get it on with me.”

I shook my head and said, “So, what do you think?”

She piped right up and said, “I don’t think I am ready for that kind of serious stuff.”

I said to her, “Just tell Judy that, then. Tell her you are not ready. If she is your friend, she should understand.”

Deb nodded and said, “There is not time now, but I will tell you everything. I hope maybe you will do the same.” I pulled back out in traffic, and we were soon at Judy’s.

When we got there, I said, “If you get uncomfortable, call. I can always come and get you.”

She smiled and said, “Oh, I think I can handle it. I may even play a bit, I just don’t want to do it all.” She was laughing as she got out of the car. I just shook my head. Driving home, a thought suddenly hit me. Mom. I suddenly was ten years old, and going to the bathroom during the night. I heard a noise, and looked down stairs. I saw Mom on her knees, and she was lifting up Aunt Marie’s dress. I don’t know why that popped into my head, but it did. As I drove home, my mind was racing. The time I waited for Aunt Marie to finish in the bathroom, so I could use it, only to discover half an hour later, that she was not in there. Where was she? Suddenly little bits and pieces made sense. Mom and Aunt Marie, all these years. I did not feel bad about it – if anything, I was happy for them. When I got home, Mom was watching TV with my Aunt. I smiled to myself.

Mom said to me, “Your Aunt is going to spend the night, she can use Debbie’s room.” I nodded as I smiled inwardly. That had occurred lots of times in the past. I spent the night watching TV in my room, and thinking. It was about eleven and I washed up, planning on hitting the sack. I went down and as I arrived in the Living room, Aunt Marie got up, and went to wash.

I went over and gave Mom a small kiss, and softly said, “Mom, she does not have to sleep in Deb’s room. I know, and I am O.K. with it all.” If I ever had any doubts, they were dispelled by the look on my Mom’s face. It certainly left her speechless. I went on upstairs. I slept good. I do recall a little dream about two good-looking women in their thirties having a little party in a bedroom.

I awoke the next morning, and went off to work. I took the car, and as I only had to work until one in the afternoon, I picked Debbie up when I got off work. Mom and my Aunt were going shopping (flea-market Sunday), so I said to Deb, “I’ll pay for bur¬gers, interested?”

“Sure,” she said. We went to the drive-through, then parked and ate. Once we were home, I hit the shower, and then the sofa. I was going to watch the ball game and maybe have a short nap. I had a game that night. Debbie soon came in, and came right over. She slid on the sofa, looking down at me. “So,” she said. “We on or what?”

I looked at her and said, “I guess we are on, but I can stop whenever I want.”

She seemed to think a bit, then said “O.K., but no chicken¬ing out.