Before I start my tale, let me assure you that this is 100% true. The only alterations I have made are the names of the people involved and the towns they live in, and a few critical dates. Everyone involved in the story is over 18. Also, this is a story about a relationship. There is sex involved, but not for a while, and it isn't the main point of the story. If you are looking for a hard core tale, this isn't it.
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My story starts in January of this year (2008). I have a fairly large family and we are the result of marriage, divorce and remarriage. As my step-mother puts it, "We put the 'fun' in dysfunctional!"
I had been living abroad for over 20 years. I never got along well with my family, especially my father, so right after high school, I struck out on my own and I made my own family on the other side of the country. Time and fate worked together to finally bring me back home this past January. My dad was in declining health and my siblings encouraged me to come and bury the hatchet in case he didn't make it. I agreed, and traveled to our Pennsylvania homestead. I figured that not only was it a good chance to make peace with the old man, but it was also a great opportunity to scout out jobs and a new home, since I had just gone through a pretty nasty divorce and was now homeless and out of work. My family took the opportunity to make it a family reunion and I got to see my step sister and my half brother for the first time since I was fifteen.
From the minute I walked in the door and saw her, I was totally stunned by my step-sister, Abby. The last time I saw her, she was 12 years old and just another irritating kid. Now, at 37, she was a total MILF! Her petite frame was blessed with a set of pert tits that definitely stood out and a tight little ass that just screamed to be grabbed. Those weren't her only good features, she was totally fit and trim, and had a sweet face with lips that longed to be kissed. All this after having four kids! But she's my sister damn it! We never did go for that whole step- or half- thing that defines some families. I couldn't keep my eyes off of her, no matter how hard I tried. After the reunion, I didn't get to see her again for a few months, but we kept in touch by email and one of the more popular social networking sites. During this time, we found out that we had more in common than we ever realized, and though my marriage ended in divorce, hers wasn't as happy as it seemed. We talked each other through some pretty rough times and actually became friends. More importantly, we learned to trust each other.
As luck would have it, I got to see her again in August for her birthday. Funny enough, her best friend, Tammy, is also my brother Doug's girlfriend and they both share the same birthday -- August 5th. By now I had found a job and had settled down in Maryland, about three hours south of the family home. They invited me up for their joint birthday bash which they scheduled for August 2nd and 3rd. Abby called me the day before and told me in no uncertain terms that I would be there and she wasn't taking 'No' for an answer. Who was I to deny her? I jumped in the car and broke every speed limit between point A and point B getting there. I had told myself that no matter what, I had to keep my wandering, lustful gaze off of my sexy sister. I spent the day flirting with every woman there (including my brother's girl friend) and keeping my mind occupied by getting to know Abby's husband, Tom. I knew I was totally in lust with her, so I figured that if I learned to like Tom, it would keep me from doing something everyone in the family would regret. It wasn't working.
We partied well into the night, and alcohol flowed like water. Long before midnight, there wasn't a sober soul on the block...Except me. And Abby. Somehow, we found ourselves in the kitchen drinking coffee into the wee hours of the morning while the party went on outside. No, we didn't do anything yet, but now I knew...Brother or not, Abby was attracted to me too. We talked about things that brothers and sisters don't normally talk about. Without shame, and without hesitation. I think we both knew where we were headed, but we weren't ready to take that last step yet. But we didn't have to wait much longer.
Finally, everything came together just days ago. Abby invited me up again to another party. This time it was a combination Christmas party and another birthday party for her next-door neighbor, Tanja. She told me Doug and Tammy would also be going, and she had shown my picture to Tanja. Tanja was dying to meet me, so I was told. Again, she wasn't taking no for an answer.
I arrived early in the afternoon, and the alcohol was already flowing. I don't recall being without a drink all evening but I never got to the point of being drunk. Tanja welcomed me to the party, but didn't seem to care less if I was there or not. Abby, of course, was never far away and I would be a liar if I said she didn't look absolutely incredible. Like January and August, I couldn't keep my eyes off of her. I could only hope that no one noticed. Boy, was I ever wrong! Several times, I caught Abby and Tammy looking at me and whispering. I had no clue what they might be whispering about though.
Finally, around one a.m., Abby excused herself from the party, said good night to everyone, and said she was headed home to check on the kids before heading to bed herself. I waited about half an hour and excused myself as well.
When I got to Abby's, she was sitting at the kitchen table, drinking a glass of white wine and smoking a cigarette. She smiled when I came in and told me the coffee was hot if I wanted a cup. I grabbed some and sat down with her at the table and lit a cigarette of my own. Time flew by with Abby and we talked. Just talked. About my divorce, my recent break up with a new girl friend (she dumped me for her ex-), and her marriage. Or lack thereof. She was miserable and she wasn't ashamed to let me know. She hadn't been intimate with Tom in almost two years and she was climbing the walls. She needed sex like a dehydrated man in the desert needs water, but she couldn't risk going outside of her marriage. Tom had made it clear that if she did, she would lose her kids. She wouldn't chance it.
Around 3am, Tom, Doug, and Tammy came back to the house. Tom mumbled a few drunken words and went to bed while Doug flopped and crashed on the couch in the living room. Tammy joined us at the kitchen table and joined in the conversation. Abby and Tammy had no secrets from each other. To say that they were like sisters was an understatement. They were more like one soul divided into two bodies.
This is where everything changed for us forever.
My heart was really going out to Abby and without a single impure thought in my head, I told her, "Abby, I understand that you're miserable, and I understand that you can't step outside of your vows, but if there is ever anything I can do to help, please, tell me. I'm your big brother and I love you. I want you to be happy."
However she took this, her entire face lit up and as she turned the most beautiful blushing red. She looked at Tammy and said, "C'mon, go to the bathroom with me!"
And just like that, I was along at the table. Minutes later, they returned to the table, both of them grinning like little girls with a dirty secret.
"Robbie? (That's me) Did you mean what you just said?" Abby asked me.
"Absolutely." I answered.
"OK. What I'm going to say never leaves this table. I can say it in front of Tammy because we don't have any secrets from each other, and I trust her more than I trust anyone. Do you understand me?"
I nodded slowly, looking at her and wondering what was to come.
