We started out as a typical family; mom, dad, Bambi, and me. Where we lived was big enough to be called a city instead of a town, but still small enough to feel cozy. We were well off financially, but not rich.
Bambi and I got along well when we were growing up. We each had our own friends so we didn't play together very often, but when we did there were usually no issues. We were able to find things to do that were neither too boyish nor girlish.
There was this one time when I got my sister very mad at me. I was only five at the time. Our parents were going through a Disney phase where we watched just about every animated movie they had ever made. This week it was time for "Bambi". We all enjoyed the movie, laughing at the funny parts and crying then Bambi's mom dies.
After the movie ended, I looked over at my sister for a couple of moments, then turned to mom and asked, "Why did you name Bambi after a boy deer?"
I didn't mean anything bad; at five years old I just didn't understand. My sister thought I was making fun of her and got mad. Even though mom calmed her down and explained everything to both of us, Bambi was cold towards me for about a week. She still kids me about it sometimes.
Our lives changed drastically when Bambi was 15 and I was 13. That's when we found out that dad had been having an affair with Mrs. Jackson next door. Evidently Mr. Jackson had gotten suspicious and hired a detective. He had undeniable proof. The argument between our parents was awful. Bambi and I heard the yelling and screaming from her bedroom, although we could not make out all the words. Dad left that night.
A few days later, while we were at school and mom was at work, dad came home and packed all his clothes and a few other things that were his. He left a letter saying that he and Mrs. Jackson were going away together and that mom could keep the house and everything else that he left. He would not ask for anything in the divorce. I found out a couple of years later that on the way out of town, he had tried to make a large withdraw from the joint banking account, but Mr. Jackson's lawyer had put a freeze on it so he couldn't.
This incident resulted in the three of us becoming much closer. Bambi and I did our best to support and console mom, as well as each other. Neither of us wanted to spend much time with our friends right then, answering all their questions, so we ended up spending a lot of time together.
It was at this point that I began to realize just how sweet a person my sister is. As is typical in these situations, many people would tell me that I was the "man of the family" now. My sister realized how much pressure this is on a thirteen year old and was always there to help me out. She would come and talk with me each night before bed, encouraging me to remember who I was and not try and do too much. Nobody really expected me to grow up right away. Looking back I'm impressed at how well she handled everything at fifteen.
Slowly things got back to normal over the next year; life went on. It was an average high school experience for both of us. We both participated in activities. I went on several dates and managed to lose my virginity to Becky James in the back seat of mom's car when I was sixteen. I was truly embarrassed when my sister found Becky's panties the next day. Bambi teased me about it for quite a while. While she acted amused, there was something else in her voice I could not quite figure out.
I was in good physical shape, but not athletic so I didn't play sports. I did go to quite a few games, even though I wasn't all that into sports. As a typical teen boy, I went to watch the cheerleaders.
Bambi was a cheerleader and in my opinion, she filled out her uniform quite nicely. All my friends agreed she was the prettiest on the squad. She kept her long blonde hair in a pony tail and it twirled nicely as she cheered. Her chest had developed early and the tight sweater emphasized her tits well. The legs sticking out of her skirt were long, smooth, toned, and well muscled. Even I had to admit she was hot in her uniform.
After high school, Bambi decided not to go to college. She did ok in school, but only averaged a B- and really didn't want to go on. She had been working as a hostess at a restaurant on weekends and was able to get a full time position after graduation. Later that summer after she turned 18, she switched over to a cocktail waitress. I've always thought it was interesting that you had to be 21 to drink, but only 18 to serve alcohol. With her good looks, sweet disposition, and hard work, she did well with her tips.
During my senior year of high school, my sister seemed to get even friendlier towards me. She began to get more touchy-feely. She would put her hands on me when we talked, and gave me more hugs than usual. It wasn't a big change, but enough to notice. Mom had always been somewhat that way so it wasn't that big a deal. Several times when we were watching TV at night, Bambi would lean against me and put my arm around her. On the nights that she wasn't working, she would always give me a hug before bed. Every once in a while she would add a kiss on the cheek, several of which were quite close to my mouth. I have to be honest and say I really enjoyed all the touching. I wasn't thinking of her in a sexual way, but I looked forward the contact with a female body, even if it was my sister.
Things escalated again in May on my 18th Birthday. As she works evening shifts, Bambi was not up when I left for school. When I got home, she was waiting to give me a birthday hug. As she hugged me, she pressed her tits hard against my chest and kissed me on the neck just below my ear. For the first time ever, I felt a little aroused by my sister. When it was done, I excused myself to go change my clothes and wait for mom to get home.
Bambi had arranged her schedule so she had the night off. She had fixed a wonderful dinner for me. As it was my birthday, mom allowed both my sister and I to have some wine with dinner. After dinner we had a cake Bambi had baked. I got the surprise of my life when I opened my presents. Along with the usual gifts of CD's and games from Bambi, and clothes and cologne from mom, my sister gave me a book titled How to Please A Woman In Bed. Both she and mom were very amused by the gift. There was a note taped to the front that said, "I know you don't need this, stud, but just in case you want a refresher course". I was very embarrassed.
When I read the book later, I was really surprised at how graphic it was. There were extensive chapters on seduction, foreplay, oral sex, and regular sex, all with plenty of accompanying pictures. I didn't just read it, I studied it. Unfortunately, I only had a couple of dates after that and neither of them gave me a chance to practice what I learned. I never told my sister, but that was the best gift anyone had ever given me.
After the last gift was opened, mom said with a grin, "Time for the traditional 18th birthday kiss."
We stood up; she stepped over to me, and gave me a quick kiss on the lips.
"Mom," Bambi said standing up exasperated, "that's a kiss for a boy. He's a man now and you need to kiss him like a man."
