Greg and Allie, Pt. 02: Discussions
This is something just a bit different from many of my other stories.
I realize I probably could have put this in any one of several different categories, but I chose to put it here.
I hope you enjoy reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it.
To understand the full context of what is happening here, I suggest you read "Greg and Allie, Pt. 01: Beginnings."
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I laid there on the blanket in our back yard, staring at the sky. I was winding down from the most incredible sexual experience of my life with a woman who, until just this morning, I thought was my younger sister, Allie.
The two of us were all that was left of our family. My mother, who died from pancreatic cancer, was laid to rest yesterday. Then I saw the video Mom left and went through the documents she enclosed with the DVD, including a copy of Allie's birth certificate and the guardianship papers filed when she was just a baby. The evidence was all there, including DNA test results.
Allie, who is 11 months younger than me, is not my real sister, even though we were raised together as siblings. I accepted Mom's explanation, and all the documents she provided, along with what I found on the Internet, backed everything up. What I didn't fully realize until just recently, however, was the fact that Allie had fallen in love with me. I should have seen the signs and listened more closely to the things I had heard them say, but I didn't.
After listening to my Mom and searching my own heart, I came to the realization that I loved her just as much as she professed to love me. I knew things would change after Mom's death, but it hit me that things would be changing a lot more than I initially realized. I turned to Allie and regarded her beautiful face for a few moments.
"You okay, Greg?" she asked. That's me, by the way -- Greg Smith. I nodded my head.
"Yeah," I said softly.
"You look like you have something on your mind," she said. "Care to talk about it?" Allie and I had always been able to talk openly about everything and I saw no reason for that to change. She was right, though. I had a lot on my mind, especially after what Mom said in her video.
"Yeah, but if you don't mind, I think we should put something on first," I said. "As much as I enjoy looking at you naked, I think it might be a bit of a distraction." She smiled and sat up.
"I can understand that," she said. "Tell you what, why don't we go throw something on and meet back in the theater." The theater, as we called it, was on the lower floor of the house and featured a huge couch and a giant flatscreen television. Because of the sheer size of the thing, and the expensive surround sound system attached to it, we simply called it the "theater."
We got up, gathered our things and went inside. A few minutes later, we met in the theater, each of us dressed in cutoffs and a t-shirt. I noticed her cutoffs were quite short and her t-shirt left her midriff exposed. It was easy to see she had no bra on underneath. I smiled at that.
"Care for a Coke or something?" I asked.
"Sure, that would be great," she said. I pulled a couple of bottles out of the small refrigerator in the theater and handed one to her. We sat next to each other on the large couch and took a sip of our drinks.
"So, talk to me, Greg," she said. "What's bothering you?"
"I just wanted to clear the air," I said. "It just seems like my whole life has been turned upside down. First Mom dies, and then I find out you're really not my sister. I can't help but wonder what else I'm going to find out."
"I know exactly how you feel," she said. "When Mom and Dad told me, I was devastated. I told you how I went off the deep end. But I didn't tell you everything."
"Oh?" I asked.
"I got stupid," she said. "I never did drugs or anything like that, but I did start drinking and yes, I had sex with some guys. I was 18, so I figured it was my life and my body and I'll do what I want. But as time went on, I realized what I was doing. I never really clicked with any of those guys and I wondered why for a long time. By then, I was seeing a counselor and she asked me what I thought about you. We talked about that for some time and she made me realize that in my mind I was substituting them for you."
"Wow," I said. She chuckled.
"Yeah, I was surprised by that as well," she said. "We talked about that for a long time and that's when I started fantasizing about you. One day, I was laying on the bed thinking about you. We had just finished talking on Skype and I started feeling a bit horny. The more I thought about you, the hornier I got. The next thing you know, I had taken my clothes off and was masturbating, right there on my bed. Guess what happened then?"
"Mom caught you," I said. She nodded her head.
"Yeah," she said. "I was so embarrassed. I tried to cover myself up, but it was too late."
"I bet she about blew a gasket," I said.
"Strangely enough, she didn't," Allie said. "She came into my room, sat down on the bed with me and held me in her arms. Then she asked me if I was thinking about you."
"Seriously?" I asked. She nodded her head.
"Yeah," she said. "I remember my face burning a bit, but I told her the truth. I was thinking about you. We talked about that for the longest time. She told me that she often did that thinking about Dad. Talk about surprised. The next day, she brought home my first dildo and suggested I make sure the door was tightly closed before I used it. She even gave me some tips on how to get the most out of it."
"Whoa," I said.
"So that's what I did," she said. "Every night, I would take my clothes off and climb under the covers with that thing and start thinking about you. Sometimes I would pull out my tablet and watch porn, imagining that it was us making love to each other."
"And?" I asked.
"What do you think?" she asked. "I fucked my brains out with that dildo. I even had my first real orgasm with it."
"Well, I hope the real thing measured up to the fantasy," I said.
"Oh yes," she said. "More than you can ever imagine. Anyway, after I came to grips with my feelings for you, things started getting better. I wasn't angry with the world anymore and I was able to focus on what I needed to do."
"Did you date anyone in college?" I asked. She shook her head.
"No," she said.