Toy Store Boy: Chaper Two: Brother and Sister? Really?

Chapter Two: Bother and Sister? Really?




I said before that I hadn’t paid any attention to what my father was doing the whole wedding and this was probably a big mistake but I will explain the irony of all that in a while.
For about a month I couldn’t get up the courage to call Katie. I was thinking of her still every time I took care of myself. I couldn’t help it, I knew she was my sister but she was also the only girl I had ever been with. I was conflicted. I had thought of her all the time since that day in the park.
The incident at the wedding had put me into hyper drive. Every spare moment I had I was stroking it to the memory of us. I had almost got laid! She thought of me while she fingered herself! How hot was that? Yet she was my sister. This was almost to much for me to handle at 15. I wanted her ten times more now then before. She infested my brain every waking minute now. But I couldn’t talk to her about it. I was under more guilt now then when I started masturbating. Talk about mixed up sex questions. If I had no one to talk to about the first issue then who the hell could I tell about this?

I finally called her and asked her if she wanted to hang out, go to the movies or something. She said yes. This was the beginning of us being inseparable. For the next four months we went every where together. We didn’t even so much as hold hands but we had a blast with one another. She was the most wonderful girl I had ever known. She told me I was the greatest brother.
Things were utterly perfect in my life for once except for the fact that I still wanted to be with her sexually. Take that part out and life was all aces. We went to the movies, book signing’s, hung out at the library, school functions at both of our schools and even met all of each other’s friends. I was so happy being around her I tried not to think of t he sex, except when I was all alone.
What made things even better is when we finally mixed all our friends everyone got along so well it was as if we all had been friends for years. We had a couple of raging parties together and I made out with her friend Abby.
Abby was a really pretty girl but she wasn’t Katie. I hadn’t meant to go there and make out with her friend but it just happened. We all had to much to drink and one thing led to another. Abby was a good kisser but I couldn’t get into it the same way I did with Katie. It felt weird being with someone else after fantasizing for so long and finally getting the girl of my dreams. I was just trying to respect what Katie wanted and move on.
Katie on the other hand took a liking to my friend Rob. At the same party I made out with Abby I saw them walk into a bedroom and close the door. I asked her later what had happened and she told me they had just talked, but she liked him. I was hurt but we were really trying to do the brother, sister thing.

As far as things went I had completely stopped taking all the risks by the time I turned 16. I had other things going on and almost always had people with me. I wasn’t going to whip it out and do it around my friends. I couldn’t even admit to them I did it. Even when I was old enough and mature enough to understand everyone does it, I still couldn’t tell anyone. I had sat in the room
while other guys talked about where they did it and didn’t get caught I still lied and said I never did it.
I don’t even now understand why I couldn’t admit to it with in a group of friends who talked about it like it was no big deal and would have still accepted me. I mean I knew it wasn’t a big deal but I still was holding a lot of guilt from my childhood. At the time my guilt over jerking it rolled over into my guilt for wanting to bang my sister.

Now with this nearly perfect life I had going on things were bound to hit a bump in the road. When my life hit that bump everything crashed hard.
The first thing that went wrong was Katie ended up dating Rob. I was crushed. Our night together had been almost six months earlier and she had settled down into this whole sibbling thing so from her point of view dating my friend was no big deal. I mean I had made out with her friend in front of her so why would she think it was a big deal? I really believe she thought I was in the same place as her and she had no idea that I was so hurt. I just thought to myself at least we don’t live together and I don’t have to see them dating.

Funny thing about wayward thoughts like that are some times they happen. When I had said that I should have paid attention to what my dad had been doing at the wedding I also should have really paid attention to what he was doing after the wedding as well.
Apparently seeing each other at the wedding had re-kindled the spark with my father and Lilly.