Leigha and I were both adopted when we were babies. Mom and Dad explained that they didn't know that they weren't able to have children of their own so they kept trying until they were in their late 30's. When they finally accepted the fact that mom would never get pregnant, they started the adoption process. It took a few years but they adopted me and then they adopted Leigha the next year.
That was 20 years ago. I am now 20 years old and Leigha is 19. Mom died a few years ago as a result of breast cancer and the three of us - Dad, Leigha, and me - all live together. Dad is an attorney so he has a good income and we live in a nice home but things weren't the same without Mom being around.
Both Leigha and I attended the local university. We had planned on attending FSU after we graduated but plans got changed when Mom died. Neither of us wanted to leave Dad alone and the local university was a fairly good school, though not as good - or as much fun - as FSU is.
When we were kids, Leigha and I were friends and we always got along well. I thought that she was cute but I never thought of her as an object of sexual desire. She was my sister! Well . . . she was my adopted sister but that was the same thing as being my sister.
All of my friends knew that we were adopted and the guys always told me that I should hook up with Leigha. They liked to tease me about Leigha and I taking baths together. They said that it's not incest because we are not related by blood. The more they said it, as we got older, the more I thought about it . . . but it was just thoughts. I never actually did anything to even hint to Leigha that I thought she was cute.
Leigha is cute but not stunningly beautiful. She has a very cute face, long light brown hair, not an ounce of body fat, but small boobs and a small butt. She looks like she should be a gymnast. Personally, I don't like girls with big boobs or big butts and I think that she is pretty, but Leigha is very self conscious about her "itty bitty titties," and she doesn't have much self confidence.
If Leigha was not my sister, I would have lost my virginity to her . . . but she is my sister and my family would have been torn apart if she and I had become boyfriend and girlfriend. Instead, I lost my virginity to Marianne, my high school honey, my prom date, my first lover, and the girl who dumped me when she went off to college the summer after high school graduation. Fuck my life!
Actually, I had dated a few girls after Marianne and actually had a sexual relationship with another girl - Lynn - who was experienced and taught me a few things. Lynn and I only lasted a few months; I think she got bored with me because I did not want to have sex someplace where we might get caught and I didn't want to have a MFM threesome.
Leigha and I have always been like best friends and she usually confides in me. She has dated a few guys but she's never told me that anything has happened sexually so, as far as I know, she is still a virgin . . . a reluctant virgin, I think. I don't think she is saving herself for marriage but she doesn't want to lose her virginity to a guy who immediately starts bragging to his friends about it. She's asked about my relationship with Marianne and Lynn and she's wanted to know the details about the sex. I told her because I knew she wouldn't repeat to anyone else what I told her about my love life.
In the summer of 2018, we had both taken a semester off from school. We worked part-time at Dad's law office - usually in the mornings - and otherwise just sat around the pool, watching movies, playing video games, and occasionally meeting school friends for dinner or to have a few beers at home.
Neither of us was dating anyone at that time. I don't know if Leigha needed to relieve herself but I certainly had a few porn sites I perused at night when I wanted to bop my bologna.
One afternoon in July, we were both at home by the pool. We were listening to some music and catching some rays and just relaxing. And, as usual, I was enjoying looking at Leigha in her thong bikini. I had not had a girlfriend in a few months and I would have gotten aroused looking at pictures of lingerie in a women's catalog. Jerking off to porn just isn't the same thing as being inside a girl and I seriously needed to have some sex! So I'll admit that I got horny looking at Leigha in her bikini. I never said anything about it to her and she had no idea that I fantasized about rubbing lotion on her back, pulling down her bikini bottom, and eating her pussy until she came!
My sexual fantasy was abruptly interrupted when my cell phone rang. It was Julie, Dad's paralegal. As soon as she spoke, I knew that something was wrong.
"Ted, your dad passed out at work a few minutes ago. We think it might have been a heart attack. The ambulance is here now and they're gonna take him to St. Vincent's ER. You guys need to get over there pronto." Julie sounded scared and she was not the kind of lady who overreacted to a situation. After losing Mom, we weren't ready to say goodbye to Dad.
"Julie, is he gonna make it?" I asked.
"He's awake now. I sure hope he makes it. He's a great guy and a great friend to all of us here," she answered.
I immediately told Leigha and she took the news better than I had expected. We both rushed to get dressed, then we jumped in the car and headed to the Riverside campus of St. Vincent's.
Dad was not conscious when we arrived. We talked to the ER doctor and he said that Dad had, in fact, suffered a myocardial infarction. Some tests were scheduled but it was probably a result of coronary artery disease. Dad would be admitted to the hospital for tests and observation, then he would come home and have some outpatient cardiac rehab before he could return to work. He would need to make some changes in diet and activity levels, but he would probably survive this event. The doctor stressed "probably," because he said there was a possibility of a second cardiac event in the next few days and, if that happened the prognosis would be much more guarded. In the best case scenario, it would probably be at least a month before Dad would be back in the office.
Dad would be admitted to Cardiac ICU and visitation would be severely restricted for the first 24 hours and he would probably not be awake, anyway, so the doctor suggested that we go home and return the next morning.
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When Leigha and I left the hospital, it was getting dark and I was hungry. I suggested that we order a pizza from Luigi's and Leigha readily agreed to that plan. She placed the order while we were en route and I stopped at Luigi's to pick up the pie. We pulled into the garage, went inside, and set the security alarm for the night, because we were both tired and had no plans to go anywhere else.
"I'm gonna go change before we eat," Leigha said and she disappeared for a few minutes. While she was gone, I carried the pizza into the family room, turned on the TV, and poured two beers for us. Although we had not yet reached the legal drinking age, Dad let us have an occasional beer when we were at home and not going anywhere. I thought we both needed a little something to help us relax after such a stressful day.
When Leigha came down to the family room, she was wearing just her panties and a tee shirt that was cut off just below the boob line. As long as she stood up straight, I could not see anything . . . except the camel toe that she apparently didn't realize was on display. She wasn't particularly modest around me and I'm sure that she just wanted to get comfortable, but she was probably unaware of the display being made by her pussy lips.
"I just decided that I would go ahead and get ready for bed. I'm not sure how much longer I'll be up after dinner. I'm beat!" she explained.
