Stephanie was completely heartbroken; even though we were 200 miles apart I could almost see the tears running down her soft cheeks as she spoke to me on the phone. Her boyfriend of just a few months decided to ask another girl to the Senior Prom. It was late in the afternoon when she called me; I was not surprised to be the first to hear the news. Stephanie is my very dear sister, we are inseparable. We are 14 months apart in age; and grew up much more than close siblings or even best friends.
Our father left the family when we were too young to understand what was going on. Our mom works hard and has guided us through every adversity we have ever faced. Mom is too incredible to believe; Stephanie and I totally love and respect her. Mom brought us up to be self-sufficient and to rely on each other for moral and emotional support. Stephanie and I share absolutely everything with each other.
Dad sought a new life, but he did leave behind a very nice house in a great neighborhood; all we ever missed was having a father around. We both have our own rooms, and in between is a shared bathroom with a soaking tub, shower, two sinks, and a private toilet. Needless to say we grew up very comfortable being totally naked with each other and never thought about changing things as we got older.
As youngsters we ended up sleeping together whenever we chose. Usually this happened when one of us would be reading a story to the other at bedtime. We cuddled often and confided our secrets to each other. We shared kisses you might expect from close siblings; and we're not shy about hugging each other in private or in public.
Last fall I could not wait to go home for her 18th Birthday. We celebrated her Birthday on a weekend so I would be home. That Saturday morning, I vividly remember Stephanie jumping out of the shower while I was shaving. The mirror was a little foggy, not that bad though, I could make out her very feminine features quite well as she dried off. That was the first time I ever made a comment to her about how incredibly beautiful she was, and even told her she had become rather sexy.
With that she dropped her towel to the floor and walked over closer to me. Then slowly, with the grace of a ballerina, Stephanie turned around so I could see everything up close. Her soft words were heartwarming for me to hear.
"Thank you, Scott! I really wanted to hear that from you."
Stephanie then stood on her towel while at her sink completely naked as she dried her hair and applied the subtle make-up she uses. As always, we chatted away while I finished my job at hand; then I playfully snapped my towel at her very perfect little butt as I stepped into the shower. Her response to my towel snap was a large glass of cold water being tossed over the top of the shower!
Chapter One -- More about the Call
Our phone call that late afternoon became one of the deepest conversations we had ever shared. Stephanie confided she was terribly hurt but not completely surprised that Blake moved on so quickly without even so much as a proper break-up. After a month of flirting, they went on several dates, and she started to feel close to him. He became more sensitive to her thoughts and she explained to him would have be to me in disguise when it comes to having a completely honest relationship.
The end of the relationship came when Mom was out for the evening with her sister, Aunt Diane. Blake came over and Stephanie thought a hot make out session was in order. Blake's intensions were much more involved. Stephanie had submitted to losing her blouse and bra; but she did not feel the relationship was ready for sex. Her virginity meant something special to her and she wanted to wait until she knew the relationship was solid. Blake left soon after being told no.
After hearing this I was again so very proud of her. She has her standards and was not going to be bullied into having sex just for the sake of having sex.
"If only he had hung around for the Prom! Who knows brother, I might have lost my virginity like you did last year!"
"Hold on darling sister, stop making assumptions you know nothing about."
"You and Kathy had been dating for six months, it made sense to me that you finally took the plunge."
"Stephanie, as I recall you were cold as ice to me for weeks after the Prom last year, we really didn't speak."
"I love you big brother, but you never shared any of the details with me. I was mad."
"Kathy and I had been struggling with the entire issue of realizing we were going to different Colleges. A long distance relationship was not going to work and we knew it. We went to the Prom together but the distance was already crushing us."
"So, are you telling me you're still a virgin?"
"God, sometimes I wish we weren't so close Stephanie. This is really a very embarrassing moment for me."
"To bad! I am starting to feel so much better about everything!"
The tears from an hour earlier had been replaced by her sensitive giggles and her playful nature. My embarrassment faded and my love for Stephanie overshadowed anything that had been said that night. We once again fell into the place we both cherish so much in our relationship. I told her if I was home, she would be getting a much needed hug and kiss from her brother. She responded with a sweet loving kiss over the phone.
Chapter Two -- Our Nightly Calls Continued
The hardest part about leaving home to attend college was missing Stephanie as much as I did. She felt the same way. From my first day away we have spoken two or three times a day. Most are playful calls; we share our thoughts and feelings like we still lived together. That is why I knew I was the first to know about the Prom. We end each call with a soft meaningful: I love you.
Once her Prom issue was in the rear view mirror, Stephanie decided she wanted to discover more details surrounding my Prom night. I could hear a certain tone in her voice whenever she brought it up. Then I remembered how she acted after my Prom when she thought I had taken the plunge. Could it be we both harbored some jealousy towards others getting too close to one of us?
My Friday dates were now long phone calls with my sister. We enjoyed these calls more than any other part of our week. Her playfulness made me laugh, and the calls began to get more erotic. Then one Friday I asked if she missed me every morning in the bathroom when she would be getting ready for school.
"Of course I do Scott. Remember my birthday when I came out of the shower and you told my how sexy I had become."
"True statement Stephanie. I never even thought about what I was saying, it just came out."
"You made me feel incredible. I could not help but walk over to you and spin around so you could see every part of my body."
"If you weren't my sister, I would not have let that go without taking advantage of the situation. Your body is to die for."
"Please know Scott, seeing you naked all the time is something I miss the about you being so far away."
"Damn Steph, I'm going to need a long cold shower after our call."
With that exchange our daily calls moved beyond the superficial things going on in our lives. We talked more about both of us missing out on what she termed "Prom Privileges". At least now we both knew we were virgins and she did not have to think about the sad ending to my Prom. She became more open when it came to sharing her thoughts on sex. The subject was available anytime she wanted to discuss it.
Chapter Three -- Stephanie's Big Surprise
