At the risk of boring you, I have to get something off my chest from the start: My sister and I had always had a painfully normal relationship. I chose those specific words because I know how these tales typically begin. An awkwardly sexual catalytic event, unrequited lust, misplaced affections - all make for juicy stories, but I'm sorry to report that it was never like that between Miriam and I.
There were times where we hated each other, and times where we loved each other to death, but there was nothing that resembled a pathos that could give way to us being any more intimate than any other siblings, especially something as taboo as us fucking each other.
In fact, if you had even joked about the two of us having sex, we'd recoil in disgust. I speak from experience. Miriam and I are twins, so we've had friends make the "go fuck yourselves" jokes and ask about our curiosity regarding the gender opposite versions of ourselves. Of course, nobody would mention it more than once. Miriam and I both were known for repaying the crass questions with a fist.
Don't get me wrong, I've always thought my sister was attractive. Thankfully, we both got the best mix of my Italian father and Scandinavian mother's genes. We're both tall and slim with blue eyes (thanks to mom), olive complexions and thick, dark hair (thanks to dad).
Miriam must have inherited her figure genes from the Italian side, though. She had voluptuous curves while mom was always more athletic. Once Miriam had hit puberty and started filling out, her breasts and hips got lots of attention (along with a ton of comments that ended up with beatdowns).
Along with her genes, she's the female version of me, so I know she's hot, right? (rimshot) Kidding, kidding... Anyway, my point is that I get it. My sister is gorgeous. Although I would normally slap my friends who would talk about wanting to get into her pants, I understood. Even with my enlightened position on my sister's beauty, make no mistake - it never once morphed into anything that resembled attraction.
I apologize if I've beaten this point into the ground, but I need you to understand the dynamic between Miriam and I. The context is what makes our encounter so strange. We never once lusted after each other. Well, I never lusted after HER. I'm only assuming it was the same for Miriam. Most of the time, tolerating each other was the best we did. With that in mind, how did we end up having one of the hottest sexual encounters I've ever had to date? The best explanation I can offer is "accidents happen."
The accident happened the weekend after graduation. Miriam and I had just had our 18th birthday, and we had graduated high school in the same week. Of course, our parents and relatives had taken us out for a celebratory dinner, but Miriam and I hadn't had a party for ourselves yet.
Luckily, a ton of our friends were already planning a bash at the Pits. "The Pits" is what the locals called the Smithfield Quarry. It was used to mine limestone until about 30 years ago, when the crew dug too deep and struck the natural aquifer. Smithfield abandoned the site and relocated after the quarry flooded, so hundreds of acres were fenced off and forgotten.
What was left behind was a spring-fed swimming hole with cliffs ranging in height from 30 to 100 feet. The Pits were still private property of the Smithfield Corporation, and were fenced off with barbed wire and chain link, but that didn't stop hikers, off-roading rednecks, and mischievous teens from finding ways in.
The Pits were an adventure and treasure for the locals. For anyone willing to ignore the law and brave the terrain, a beautiful, secluded fun spot awaited. You could play your music loud, drink if you were underage, enjoy the crystal clear water, and not worry about being disturbed.
Not even the cops made an effort to bust people out there. The same terrain that the locals viewed as a fun challenge was considered too much hassle for the local police to push their cruisers through, especially to bust a couple of people for trespassing and the occasional weed.
Our friends had already decided to gather at The Pits the weekend after graduation for an adult-free party, and Miriam and I figured we could use the occasion to also celebrate our birthdays informally.
"SHAWN! MOVE IT!" Miriam shouted from downstairs. Our friends would be picking us up any minute, and I was still getting dressed.
"GIMMIE A SECOND!" I barked back. I stood in front of my mirror naked from the waist down as I tried to pick some board shorts. Picking the lesser of 2 evils was taking time. Should I wear my board shorts, which had a defective velcro fly that my cock would peek out of if I wasn't careful? Or borrow a pair of my dad's shorts, which had no defects, but were too large and... well, simply hideous?
I sighed in frustration. I should have remembered that the velcro on my shorts had lost its stitching, and bought a new pair before our outing, but graduation had done a great job of clouding my focus.
I opted to go with my shorts. If I was careful, I could hide the pesky hole, and I'd rather have shorts that looked good on me. Girls were going to be present, after all.
I made it downstairs just as Skeeter was arriving. "'Sup bitches!" Skeeter shouted from the drivers seat of his Jeep. He opened his arms wide and added, "You muthafuckas ready to party?" Skeeter's brother, Rudy, waved and smiled from the passenger's seat.
Miriam circled around and kissed Skeeter on the cheek. "Hey Skeet," she said as she clambered up the rear tire into his back seat. "Is this thing... bigger?" she groaned as she strained to pull herself up.
Skeeter's Jeep was topless for the sunny weather, and had been noticeably jacked up since we last saw him. "Yup. Ma sprang for a lift kit for a grad gift. Like it?" Skeeter asked. "I figured The Pits were the spot to break this bitch in!"
"Looks like you're over-compensating for something," I replied in a sarcastic tone as I plopped down next to Miriam. Rudy and Miriam laughed while Skeeter shot me a "fuck you" glare in his rear view mirror.
"What's that?" Skeeter asked. "You said you wanna drive yourself?" He laughed. "That's fine and all, but let's see you get that Nissan off road and see how ya do, son!" The whole car chuckled as Skeeter put his redneck ride in gear and we rolled away.
If you haven't ridden in the back seat of an old Jeep Wrangler CJ, it's not very roomy. There's a single bench seat with just enough room for two butts, if they belong to regular-sized people. Miriam and I fit side-by-side, but just barely. Our outer thighs would rub whenever one of us shifted in the seat or if Skeeter took a corner too sharply.
I tried to apply some sunscreen while we were in transit, to save time, which proved to be a dumb idea. Miriam took a couple of elbows to her ribs, and I greased up her side from sliding around in the seat.
To make matters worse, my shorts had put me right in the middle of a big wardrobe malfunction after all the wriggling around in the close-quarters. Unbeknownst to me, my cock had slipped out of the hole created by my faulty velcro.
After I had finished putting on sunblock, I went to hand it to Miriam. When she looked down to take it from my hand, she gasped and backhanded me in the chest with a slap.
"OW! What the fu-" I exclaimed in surprise, cut off by silent, frantic hand waving by Miriam. I looked at her confused, trying to figure out what I had done to merit a slap, when she pointed at my lap.
There sat my dick, for the world and my sister to see. To top it off, the warm sun and wind had put me at a half chub.
I jumped and pushed both of my palms into my lap, covering my periscoped penis, looking shocked and embarrassed at my sister who mouthed back, "WHAT THE FUCK?" silently.
I tucked my member back to its rightful confines, then spread open the hole in my shorts, showing her where the threading had come loose. I shrugged at her, trying to emote "I'm sorry" and "what the fuck am I supposed to do?"
