NOTE - I had to do an edit my original post of this story. Hopefully these changes will make me seem a little less incompetent. Thanks for all of the comments.
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Becky and Jean were laying out by the pool. They had been swimming but were now content to air dry in the sun. They had been enjoying the summer, having just graduated from the local high school. Well, Becky did anyway. Jean graduated from a different school; a school for the blind. Either way, they were doing as little as possible to celebrate their freedom from their classes. Becky had been best friends with Jean since they had both been little girls. They spent a lot of time together, which was one of the reasons that she ended up dating Jean's brother James. James just happened to make an appearance at that time through the sliding door.
"Hi ladies. Staying busy?" he asked.
"Yeah. Where have you been?" replied Becky with a question of her own.
"I've been over at Rob's, playing basketball."
"No kidding, I can smell you," commented Jean.
"Give me a break. You know you like my manly odor," James said, flexing his muscles.
"Well, I agree that you have quite an odor," Jean said.
"Yeah, you're probably right. I'm going to go take a shower, but after that I might have to take my girl away from you for a while," James said, heading back to the house without waiting for a reply.
Becky was smiling.
"I think that it's funny how you can get him to do things like that. You have some sort of power over him. Do you think that he even knows that he's doing what you want him to do all the time?" she asked.
"I don't know. I think so. I know that I'll really miss him if he decides to move out once he finishes college. He spoils me. He did smell, though," Jean replied.
"He spoils me sometimes, too. I think we're pretty lucky," Becky said.
Jean sighed.
"What's it like, being with him?" she asked.
"You probably know better than me, you're with him a lot more than I am," Becky replied to what she thought was a rather odd question.
"No, I mean like when you're fooling around and stuff."
"Oh," Becky said. This was a subject that the two usually stayed away from.
"It's pretty awesome, really. He's a really good kisser. When we, um, have sex it's always great. Why do you want to know what it's like to fool around with your brother?" Becky asked.
"Well, when you put it like that, it does make me sound a little weird. I'm just curious I guess. I've read about sex and romance and things, but I've never actually done it, you know?"
"You've been on dates before, I know you have," Becky said.
"Yeah, but I kind of got the feeling that boys are afraid to touch me. As far as I know, I'm not hideously ugly or anything, I think that being blind is kind of a turn off. It's not like I meet tons of people all the time," Jean stated.
"Do you want me to find a boyfriend for you? I mean I could . . ." Becky started to ask, but was cut off.
"No, I don't want you to do that. I just, I don't know what I want, I guess."
"You ought to fool around with James, then," Becky suggested.
"What? I can't do that, he's my brother!" Jean replied, turning red.
"It's not like anyone would ever know. I bet he'd do anything you want if you asked him to, he's wrapped around your little finger," Becky pointed out.
"Why on earth would you want me to seduce your boyfriend?" Jean asked, incredulous. She was still red.
"You want to, don't you?" Becky asked back.
James was coming back out of the house by then. He walked up to the girls without them paying him any attention. It seemed as if they were lost in thought.
"What's got you two looking so serious? Somebody die or something?" he asked.
"Nothing," Jean replied quickly.
"Oh, OK, well I was thinking about going to get something to eat. Do you two feel like going out?" he asked.
"Sure," said Becky.
"You two can go, you probably want some alone time," said Jean.
"Don't be silly, let's go change," said Becky. She stood up and grabbed Jean's hand.
"I was kind of hoping that you'd stay dressed like that. I wanted to make people jealous when I walked around with my two sexy girls."
James expected some sort of smart-ass reply from his sister, but she just smiled and went with Becky to change. He sat down in one of the recently vacated lounge chairs to wait for them. Surprisingly, it did not take them long. They were both wearing tank tops and tight shorts. He thought that people would probably still be jealous, even if they weren't in their swimsuits.
"Are you taking us someplace fancy and expensive?" Jean asked.
"You know me better than that. I'm open to suggestions, though," James replied.
They ended up settling on a pizza place that operated right next to the park. After their meal, they went walking through the park together, side by side by side with James in the middle holding a hand of each of the girls. They took their time, enjoying the summer sun and the flowers. The flowers were a favorite of Jean, which was why they had decided to take the walk. James, admittedly, didn't know much about flowers, nor had he any desire to learn. His sister seemed to be able to tell them all apart just by their different smells.
It was early evening by the time that they went back to James' and Jean's house. Before Becky went back to her own, she did spend some "alone time" with James up in his room. When she finally did leave, James walked her to her car to see her off. His sister was in the living room, listening to the TV, and he decided to join her. He sat next to her on the couch, thinking that he might be able to steal the remote and change it to something worth watching.
"So, did you two have a good time up in your room?" she asked.
"Uh yeah, you could say that," he replied.
"What did you do?" she asked. James squirmed uncomfortably.
"Can't you figure that out for yourself?" he replied.
"I assume that you must have had some kind of sex. You smell like pussy," she stated.
"Jesus, Jean! If you already knew the answer, why bother asking the question? How would you know what her pussy smells like anyway?" he retorted.
"Not her's in particular, but I happen to have one, you know. I asked because I thought you could tell me about it," Jean said.
"You're kind of weirding me out, here. Can't you have Becky tell you about it later?" he asked.
"I probably could, but I'm asking you. I'm not trying to be a jerk, I'm just curious. I've never done it and I want to know what it's like. You don't have to tell me if you don't want to," she said, sounding miserable.
James always gave in to her when she sounded like that, he couldn't help it.
"All right. There's not really a lot to tell, I guess. We kissed for a while. Then I took her shorts off and I um, I licked her for a while."
