A fictional story by Skodaw.
I would like to thank everyone who has commented on this story, both positive & negative. I hope This edited version is an easier read.
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My name is Dave; I live with my parents and my sister Clare.
Clare and I are twins - similar but not identical, we are just turned 21.
Clare has wonderful blonde hair that rests just on her shoulders, she has a great smile and I must admit a wonderful figure, with a nice cute backside and lovely boobs. She however thinks she is very plain and finds it difficult to accept compliments.
I on the other hand, well I am plain not fat but not thin not lanky but not muscular - Mr Average Joe with short light brown hair and glasses. As you might expect Clare has always been the one to get the attention, but that has never bothered me in the slightest.
My mum and dad have always taught me to look out for Clare and her for me, as such we have quite an unusual and close relationship - we hardly ever quarrel and if we do it doesn't take us long to make up.
Until the age of 10 we both shared a bedroom, but our parents felt as we were growing up we needed a bit of privacy.
Our house is quite small being only a two-bedroom town house, but the rooms are unusually large so my dad set to and converted our one bedroom into two by building a dividing wall. Clare and I found it strange at first and tended to end up in one or the others side for most of the time, only returning to our respective sides to sleep.
As we got older and puberty took over, we drifted apart a little as I; spose is normal, that is until last week....
I couldn't recall the last time that I had been in Clare's room, we just didn't spend much time together anymore.
I was either working or Clare would be at College, she's doing an art course much to dad's dismay, he had hoped that she would join dad and me in the family business.
We run a small garage, nothing flash but quite a profitable place with plenty of longstanding customers.
I think of the two I probably was more successful at dating, by numbers anyway, I never really got beyond 2 or 3 dates with girls, but I never was able to pin down why?
Not that Clare didn't date, she of course did I just don't recall her talking about many or indeed many guys coming to pick her up.
Anyway two weeks ago I was working on a gearbox repair and managed to get covered in old gearbox oil, anyone who has knowledge of what this stuff smells like will not be surprised to find that I had to go home and change, luckily we only live round the corner so I walked. When I opened the door I could hear music from upstairs, "Clare?" no answer not a problem she must have come home early from college. As I made my way up the stairs I could hear talking, no wait that's not talking - that's screaming! My heart felt like it was going to explode as I ran up the remaining stairs and burst into Clare's room.
I hadn't registered what she was screaming until I entered her room to find her on her bed with some guy on top of her obviously trying to get in her knickers; Clare was screaming, "Stop! Get off me I said NO you Bastard"
I lost it big time "What the fuck's going on?"
"Dave, get him off me PLEASE I SAID NO."
I grabbed the guy by his shoulders and dragged from the room and virtually threw him down the stairs, it was only when I got to the bottom to throw him out that I realised who it was. Brad was the son of one of our best customers, and it just happened to be his gearbox I was fixing!
I grabbed him round the throat and was gradually throttling him - he turned quite a nice shade of purple! I think I must have lost it, I have no idea how long I stood there and only gradually did I begin to hear Clare, she was begging me to let him go before I killed him
"He's not worth it Dave, please"
I let go of his throat but gave him a good hiding for the trauma he'd put Clare through, I told him that he'd got off lightly and all he could say was that I was going to pay for this - he'd tell his father and we would loose his business.
Once he had gone, Clare just broke down into tears, I'd never seen her in such a state, she was trembling, she had gone into shock, I gave her a hug and she just grabbed hold and held on as if her life depended on it. I was aware that she was only wearing a black lace bra and a pair of matching knickers, I was aware that I STUNK! I got her back to her room and put her into bed, she was still sobbing, I watched as she cried herself to sleep and then went to get a shower.
I had only just stripped off and got under the shower when I heard Clare screaming my name, I thought that Brad might have come back to try his luck again, and without thinking just leapt from the shower and ran into Clare's room. To my relief she was alone, she had woken up from a fitful sleep and felt scared, I think she was still in shock.
"Are you OK?" I asked
"Yeah I guess so...I, I don't know what came over Brad, he's never done that before."
I did not know you were seeing him.
"We've only dated maybe three or four times, he's always been real nice. I don't think I egged him on, in fact I'm sure I didn't."
I thought Clare might be cold, I could see her nipples were standing proud, I had never really noticed them before but they are quite long, in fact I don't think I've ever seen anything like them the girls I've been with just had "normal" nipples sure they grew but not this much.
Clare it does not matter whether you did or did not - when you said NO he should have stopped.
"I Guess, I'm sorry I interrupted your shower!"
Oh my god - I am naked, in front of my sister, what the hell! "Clare I'm sorry when I heard you scream I just ran"
