You First 3

Jen and I didn’t get an opportunity like that again for a long time. I’d watched her roam the house naked and had free access to touch her pussy for an entire day, while she’d jerked me off… jeez, I don’t know how many times. A lot. More than usual, anyway, and as a fifteen-year-old boy, I of course jerked off at every chance I was given. I just couldn’t get enough of my sister. She was so outrageously sexy to me, and she seemed to be enjoying our time together just as much as I was.

Anyway, like I said, Mom and Dad didn’t leave us alone for that long again for a while. Not that they didn’t trust us, because we were mostly good kids (aside from the whole naked-and-mutual-masturbation-and-sometimes-oral-sex thing, which of course they didn’t know about), but they’d started to suspect that something might be up between us. They didn’t do anything really bad, like sit us down and make us talk about it, just, you know, vaguely hinted that they were our parents, and they loved us very much, and that if we needed to we could talk to them about anything. Yeah, right! I could just see how that conversation would go. “Well, now that you mention it, Dad… I mean, you and Mom have been married for a while now, right? You have sex pretty often? Well, reason I ask is because sometimes I go down on my sister, and when I make her come it’s like she’s trying to squeeze my head off with her thighs. Is there any way you can keep a girl from doing that? It kind of hurts.” If I said it just right, I might – might have enough time to make it to the front door before Dad caught me in a flying tackle and Mom strangled me to death.

In a… just a pure, pure genius move, Jen fended them off by dropping a hint that we had spent their flea market day doing something for their Christmas present, since it wasn’t that far away. It solved that little problem, but then simultaneously left us with, well, what they hell were we going to get them for Christmas?

For that matter, what were we going to get each other? We were kind of sort of sleeping together, except not really because we weren’t having sex (just everything but), but we were brother and sister but at the same time we were sort of boyfriend and girlfriend – right? What the hell were we? What do you get for a person like that? Normally she’d get me a book or game I’d been lusting after, and I’d get her a book on photography or a big coffee table collection of landscape photos, or something like that. Were we going to have to get each other different things now that we were… whatever we were?

Like before, I decided that the direct approach was the best. Coming home from school one day, I just straight-up asked her as soon as the front door was locked behind us. “Jen – what are we?”

She looked at me blankly. “The walrus? Coo-coo-ka-choo? What do you mean?”

I rubbed my face, trying to find the words. I’d been thinking about this all day, but still hadn’t come up with a good way to put it. “I mean, us. Our, uh, ‘adventures,’ the ones we have when Mom and Dad aren’t around.” She nodded, getting it. “What does that make us? I mean, we’re brother and sister…”

“And as far as I’m concerned, that’s what we still are,” she said. “Not that I don’t… I mean… We sort of are, but…” Her face scrunched up in a frown. “You’re right, this is hard. Okay, okay, okay,” she said, holding up her hands to stop me from saying anything. “Let me put it this way. A brother and sister can’t date or get married or whatever; I mean, I’m not stupid, I know that someday you’re going to find someone you want to be your girlfriend.”

“You’re okay with that?” I hadn’t even thought about this; apparently Jen had been doing some thinking on this as well.

“Of course, you dope. You’re the world’s most excellent brother, I can’t keep you all to myself. Just don’t… you know… don’t forget about me, okay?” Her brown eyes were suddenly big and sad as she said that last part.

I was stunned. “Of course I’m not going to forget about you. Why would you say that?”

She rolled her eyes and made a helpless gesture, flinging her hand up and around in circles. “I don’t know. Mrs. Pearson was talking about college the other day, and it made me think that we’re probably not going to go to the same one, and it’s going to be really weird not having you around all the time, and that made me think about the future and after college and…” She trailed off and sniffed, and I realized that she was abruptly on the verge of tears. “You’ve just always been there for me, whatever I needed, my whole life, and I don’t know what I’m going to do without you.”

“Hey, hey, hey,” I said, drawing her into a hug as a sob escaped her throat. “Shh, it’s okay, no need for that. Listen to me.” I held her at arm’s length, making sure she was looking in my eyes. “No matter what happens, you’ll always be my sister. Okay? I’m never going to ‘forget’ about you; that’s stupid. You’ve always been with me my whole life too, you know? I may be older, but you’ve always been around as far as I’m concerned. I could never ‘forget’ you. Not in a million years.” I couldn’t suppress a smirk. “Especially not after what we’ve been doing lately.”

It worked; she laughed, blushing and pulling me into another hug, a long, tight one. I felt her tears soaking through my shirt on my shoulder. “That’s not why you do it, right?” I said facetiously.

“No, Shawn, you ass.” She punched me lightly in the stomach. “I do it because you’re freaking hot, and I like making you feel good.”

“You think I’m hot?” No one had ever called me that before.

She lifted her head up and favored me with a pitying look. “Shawn, do you honestly think I would suck your dick if I thought you were ugly?”

I laughed. “I guess not.”

“Then you’re hot,” she said conclusively, burying her face again. “I’m the luckiest sister alive to have you as her brother. Clothes on and off. And I know that’s probably weird, but I can’t help it.