I am going to get a little reflective here, just to set this up correctly, so please bear with me. My parents' story, as I have always known it, is that our father found our mom long ago while in Africa on a doctor without borders trip. He came back home to America with a bride and so me and my sister were raised in a mixed-race family. Our mother is very black and speaks with the most amazing, strong accent. Our father is very Viking and together they are even stronger. While I look like Dad, my sister looks like Mom. We have been told a million times just how smart they were for naming us Ebony and Ivory. It would be smarter if we knew how to play the piano.
My sister and I have always had a bit of an odd relationship. Other brothers and sisters fight, and we just never did that growing up. I was born a few minutes after her which technically makes me Ebony's little brother, but neither of us are little. We both have Dad's long, straight hair and our strength and size come from both sides. I can go into more of this as our story unfolds.
Our relationship took a huge plot twist after our junior year of high school. We were the eldest in our class and so just after school ended in 11th grade, we turned 18. Our birthdays were an early family dinner kind of a thing, and then Ebony and I would play together. The games just changed as we got older. Eventually it just ended up with us having a few sodas and maybe a movie with pizza in the evening and we enjoyed just occupying a space with each other as the actual hour of our birth rolled by in the evening. On our 18th birthday, as we went to toast with our tumblers of soda, we kissed. It very much seemed like some sort of Freudian slip. We just saw the same act happen in the movie we watched. So, we toasted and kissed and neither of us realized we would be kissing until our lips touched. Her lips felt so soft and please devour me but as we became aware, we each slowly pulled back from the kiss until our faced were about a foot apart and we looked into each other's eyes. We were scared, both of us. Not because of the incredibly wrong nature of what we did, but at what the reaction of the other might be. It's like we had each caught each other doing something we shouldn't be doing and then waited for a moment to see if the other would freak out about it. Instead, we looked down from each other's eyes to our lips and slowly moved forward for another helping and this time when we kissed, our mouths opened just slightly so that our tongues could touch and brush each other's lips and then we pulled back.
Ebony had marks from tears traveling down her nearly jet-black face and to see her beautiful face stained by tears, I instantly felt guilty. "I'm so sorry, Eb, I thought you wanted to." I looked down awkwardly wondering what in the fuck I had just done how stupid of me.
She pulled me to her in a hug and spoke. "These are happy tears, baby bro." I hugged her back and we just sat on the couch in front of the TV and held each other. "I have wanted to do that for so long." I could tell that she was crying again.
"I have too." I assured her. "I assumed that it made me a bad person to want to kiss my sister." Now she had me all teary eyed too and we held each other on that couch, kissing and crying and then talking about the two of us all night. We fell asleep there on the couch with Ebony on top of me, all nestled into my chest as she straddled my thigh, our black and white bodies intertwined. We had cleared the air a crazy amount that night. Neither one of us had ever had a serious boyfriend or girlfriend. Not because of the lack of options, because they were numerous, but because we both understood that our hearts were already spoken for, we just hadn't realized the extent of it until that night.
I could have caught it if I had realized at the time, but we did wake up with a blanket on us and while it was sitting right there on our couch where we keep it, we never put it on before we fell asleep. The first thing we did was kiss in the morning before peeing and heading downstairs for a late breakfast. Mom and Dad made breakfast together for us as we sat on stools at the kitchen island, and we all chatted. Watching the two of them is something special. They really love each other; it was plain to see on their faces. This morning they seemed extra chipper and occasionally one assaults the other to get them to move sideways from the sink with a pinch, or a light slap or whatever and it brings a smile to both of us kids. The conversation was very much, you two became adults yesterday and we let you have the day so now that is over there are going to be some changes around here. My parents said that they will no longer be going upstairs to clean or anything, so we needed to consider it our apartment and take care of it ourselves. Unofficially, my sister and I were just given the green light to become lovers and live how we want.
Our big dilemma was that we were having a secret relationship, and we couldn't tell anyone about it. They wouldn't understand. You won't either. That is ok, since this isn't for you. This is a historical account. You just happen to be reading it. This writing is for posterity's sake. I decided first to document the day that Ebony and Ivory became wonder twins. That was always a family joke, since we are so smart, athletic, and pretty. It wasn't supposed to actually happen, right? I'm sure that some of you would have liked to find out how our relationship developed from the beginning. Luckily this story isn't about you and what you want. It is about facts and I really need to skip a year to deal with the facts that are important.
I woke up to my alarm, just like I did every school morning, though this would be one of the last for high school. I lightly pressed the red STOP button on my phone and rolled out of bed. I like waking up. I sleep like a log until it is time to get up and I am ready to go. I need to pee like a racehorse and so my morning wood is aggressive as hell. It has the waist band of my athletic briefs pushed so far it is about to pop free and poke my belly button. I slide to the bathroom and there is my sister just pulling her undies down to gush into the toilette herself. She gives me her bright, smiling grin, knowing that I have to wait, she lets her underwear fall to the floor. We always do get a kick out of fucking with each other. Her room is across from mine upstairs, and we have an almost jack and jill bathroom connecting us. There are 2 sinks, a large shower and 1 toilette, but it does connect our rooms. Our parents are downstairs and so the whole upstairs is ours.
My disappointment obvious, I straighten my hunched pee-stance to my sister's grin and my morning wood pops free from its bindings. The head of my cock no longer hidden but restrained against my belly by a garrot of elastic like it's peeking over a fence at my neighbor. My sister looks at it and starts to laugh, "Got ya." She says. Finished, she activates the bidet gently and gives herself a spray to rinse off. She stands up, bent over slightly with her legs parted and, picks up her underwear to pat herself dry front and back and then stands up, letting her t-shirt fall to cover her assets. Her large breasts stretch the fabric nicely and her soft nipples gave extra definition to her breast shaped by the thin shirt. She steps toward me, by the sinks and motions to the seat behind her, "Yours bro."
