This is my submission for the Literotica Halloween contest! It's a love story between a guy and a girl who grew up as neighbors and were always been attached at the hip. Although they see each other, almost as siblings, there is absolutely zero incest in this story! The two main characters are not related in any way!
There is a long backstory but the actual event takes place during a Halloween party and on Halloween. Also, though the backstory involves the characters when they were younger, there is absolutely no sexual acts taken until the characters turn eighteen.
I hope you enjoy the story, and I thank you for taking time to read it!
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The Costume that Revealed it All
"Jacob! Jacob! Jacob! Jacob! Jacob..."
For as long as I could remember... that was all I ever heard... Various voices, calling out my name, because they wanted something from me. It was never about what I wanted for myself; it was always what they needed from me.
The voices... the various voices... My dad, my mom, my aunts, my uncles, my grandparents, my mom's friend... and most annoyingly... my little sister...
Well... Sophia wasn't actually my sister... but it always felt that way... She was my neighbor, and our moms were best friends. For as long as I could remember, they were always at our house. It was just the two of them, so they also celebrated all of the holidays with us. She truly did feel like a little sister to me, though we were only one year apart in age, and not related by blood.
I suppose I was like any other adolescent boy growing up. I had my group of friends, who I liked getting into trouble with. We had our fun together, but in truth, we were just trying to outdo one another, by being the most unruly or dangerous.
That's how boys get popular when they're younger. We liked to act goofy, and sometimes even stupid. These were definitely things the girls didn't understand, but as a young boy, I needed to make my mark.
Being that rambunctious would prove difficult however, with Sophia always around. "Take your little sister with you," my mom would say, every time I asked her if I could go outside with the boys. "I'm sure she would like hanging out with you and your friends too!"
Of course, at that young age, bringing a girl around, only kept me further from the recognition I really wanted. It's not like I did dangerous stuff with Sophia around. She was sure to tell my mom, if I did anything that I wasn't supposed to do.
That's kind of how she was... Annoying... boring... and just always there... She was like a piece of tape stuck to my shoe. I just couldn't get rid of her, no matter how hard I tried!
Sure, there was a time when I really enjoyed having a sister. One of my fondest memories was playing peekaboo with her when I was five and she was four. She would burst out laughing every time I popped out my face. Nothing brought me more joy, than seeing her so genuinely happy.
That all changed, the older I got... and I started to prioritize my other friends, more than her...
It's not like she even had fun with me, but anytime she heard I was going out, she'd ask, "Can I come, Jacob?"
Of course, I'd say no, but then she'd tell my parents, and I'd hear, "Just take your sister, Jacob!"
Not only was I forced to bring her, but the other kids would pick on her as well. It was one thing for them to make fun of me, but I could only imagine how much trouble I'd get in, if my parents found out she wasn't being treated well. So, of course, I had to defend her, and tell them to stop making fun of her.
Fortunately, they rarely joked about her when she was actually there. However, whenever I was lucky enough to show up without her, they'd ask me why I'd always bring her around, and complain that I was much less fun with her. How could I be any fun, knowing she would tattle on me if I did anything wrong?
Unfortunately, the older I got the more severe the teasing became on my end. They'd make fun of me, for being stuck with an annoying little sister. Even worse, they'd refer to her as... as my... as my girlfriend...
I swear, nothing pissed me off more, than hearing that annoying little girl, being referred to as my girlfriend! Even when I was too young to know what I found attractive in girls, I knew she definitely didn't have any of the qualities I would want.
What made things worse, was that our moms would even joke about us getting married someday. It was like their dream, so they could truly become the sisters they always wanted to be. The only problem was, I wanted nothing to do with Sophia. Even viewing her as a little sister, was annoying to me. There was no way in hell I would ever find her attractive.
It made sense that some actually thought we were siblings. We both had really dark hair and brown eyes. And with me not being the tallest guy in the world, it made sense that my sister would be so petite and short, standing barely above five feet.
What I didn't understand, was how people could think we were anything more than neighbors. Not only was Sophia annoying, by always being around, but she wasn't even my type. Her face was sort of pimply, and she wore big, nerdy glasses. On top of that, she dressed weird, wearing pretty baggy clothing, and her hair was barely long enough to put into a ponytail. Honestly, there was nothing sexy, or even feminine, about her in my mind.
Perhaps the best year of my life was when I first got to high school. It was the first time in forever, that Sophia and I weren't going to the same school. It was a breath of fresh air. I had a chance to be on my own, and she had to figure out how to navigate life, without me.
In that year, I accomplished more than I ever could have dreamed of. I joined the soccer team, and I made plenty of friends, who knew nothing about her. I even became acquainted with a bunch of prettier girls, much more my type. I didn't go out with any of them; but, I was just relieved to be around girls I actually found attractive.
Unfortunately, I would never be able to fully get rid of Sophia. She and her mom were still at our house, every weekend. And when I had my freshman soccer games, they were sitting in the stands, with my parents. I could hear Sophia's voice cheering me on as I ran down the field. She was so annoying that everyone made fun of me, for having my own personal cheerleader, despite not being one of the better players on the team.
I remember one day so vividly. During the ride home, I was in the back of the van with her. I was already pissed off, after losing the game, and getting subbed out at halftime. Having to sit next to her after the game, only made matters worse.
"You know, you don't have to cheer for me that loudly," I whispered to her, while the adults were talking amongst themselves. "It's kind of embarrassing, especially when I'm with my team."
She looked over at me and shrugged her shoulders. "I thought I was supposed to cheer for you. That's why we came in the first place."
"Yeah, but you made me look bad in front of my friends."
"How did I make you look bad?"
"I couldn't concentrate, when your voice was all I could hear," I expressed, still fuming at my own poor performance. "We lost because I played terribly, and that's only because you came."
She stared at me for a few seconds, not convinced one bit about my theory. "You lost because the other team scored more goals. That's the point of the game."
"Oh, shut up," I said, rolling my eyes. "You don't have to come to my games at all, you know?"
"I do, actually... My mom makes me... But aside from that, I like coming to cheer you on. I'll try to be more quiet next time, if that'll make you happy."
To her credit, she never did cheer for me that loudly again. However, she was always up in the stands, making my friends wonder who she was. I wanted to tell them she was just my annoying little sister. However, I figured they would quickly realize we weren't blood-related, once she came to my school the next year they saw our last names.
I told them she was my neighbor, and eventually, the jokes came rushing back. We weren't even at the same school, so my friends didn't see us together all the time, and yet, everyone was still calling her my girlfriend.
Unfortunately, with her still in middle school, I grew all too comfortable putting her down, to disassociate myself from her. She wasn't there to hear my insults, anyway, so it became all too easy for me to tell my friends that I didn't find her attractive at all.
"She's just a nerdy little girl, that my mom wants me to keep an eye on," I would tell them, defending myself, when my friends asked about her. "I couldn't be with someone as dorky as her!"
Unfortunately, as much as I did resent being around her, what I said about my parents expecting me to watch her, was true. When my friends would try to be creepy about her, it was my responsibility to make sure she was safe.
"Well, I think she's kind of cute," I remember one of my friends saying, just after I had finished putting her down. "If you're not dating her, then can I date her?"
"Oh, trust me; you wouldn't want to date her!" I'd explain. "She's nerdy, and really, really, boring. I can't even remember having fun with her once!"
They all laughed at me, for some reason, but I was just trying to help them out! Anyway, they would have never been a good fit for her, because I didn't want her dating anyone who was a high schooler, while she was only in middle school.
Unfortunately, the day would finally come when she, indeed, followed me to my high school. It's not like she had a choice or anything. She was always going to be in my life. It just always felt that way, from the very beginning.
As much as I had tried to separate myself from her, our mothers just wouldn't let it happen. Now, even more than ever, they wanted me to be protective of her, and keep her by my side while we went to high school.
