My name is Aris and I am a 30 years old lawyer living on a Greek Island. This is the story of me and my sister Eleni.
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We were born into a prosperous family, living in a small town. Our currently retired father was an idealistic and hardworking medical doctor. He lost his father from tuberculosis at a very young age and was raised in poverty by her mother and uncles, who were farmers at that time. According to his uncles, he had to stay in town, work in the fields and become a farmer himself, too. But his mother devoted herself to his education. Thanks to her mother and his determination, he managed to go to the med school and become a successful doctor. After his graduation, he decided to return back to his home town, where he was well-respected in the community. He was expecting the same diligence, discipline and determination from us and wanted us to be the perfect students.
Our mother was a housewife. Since our father was a hardworking man and spending long hours at work, she has been the biggest influence on our lives. She was coming from a religious family. In fact, her father was a priest. Therefore, she was a pretty conservative woman and tried to raise us the same way. Well, she almost succeeded. Besides visiting the church every Sunday, she always pushed us to behave as good Christians. She was judging our every move to prevent us from committing sins and frightening us with hell. So, I can say that, we had a very boring childhood under the pressure of our parents. We were seeing the college as our salvation.
Eleni is two years older than me. After her 17th birthday, she moved to the big city for college. Our father rented an apartment near the campus, so that they can visit Eleni from time to time. It was a small apartment, which was only 52 square meters wide, with just one bedroom and one living room. There was a little kitchen in the corner of the living room and the bathroom was just big enough for one person. However, Eleni was incredibly excited for having her own private apartment hundreds of miles away from our parents. Nevertheless, my mother was visiting her at least once a month and staying there for a few days. Two years later, when I was 18, I started the same college with Eleni and had to move to the same apartment. Of course, I had to sleep in the living room but I was as excited as Eleni. It was our home after all.
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Around the middle of her first year, Eleni met a guy and started dating him. His name is Kostas and he is almost ten years older than her. He was a talented painter and was doing a lot of different things to earn his living; like selling his works on exhibitions, doing illustrations for magazines, creating book covers, giving painting lessons and so on.
As far as I know, he is the first guy she dated. Neither I nor Eleni had a relationship before. Of course, she didn't tell our parents but she was very eager to talk about him with me during our phone conversations. She was always talking about him; where they went together, what they did together, what he said, how she answered, what they ate, how they walked, how they laughed and so on. It was so obvious that she was deep in love with him.
I had the chance to meet Kostas in person just after I moved to Eleni's apartment. He was an interesting man; always cheerful and talkative. I liked him the first day I met. He liked me, too. We were getting along well. I think he also was having a pity on me, since the time I confessed him that I still was a virgin.
"What?" He exclaimed. "Are you serious?"
I nodded and started to talk about my parents.
"Yeah, I know," he said. "I heard the story from Eleni. That's sad man."
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My sister loved Kostas very much. Well, even more than love... She adored him. Any requests he made were like an order for her. She simply couldn't say 'no' to him, as if it was her primary task to please him. I felt that she had a submissive side. I witnessed a few times that she did things reluctantly just to make him happy. For example, she went to a party thrown buy a guy named Vasilis, a rich gallery owner she disliked (due the reasons which I discovered much later), just before her midterm exams. I remember her coming back home next day like a mess. Another time, she had to pose for several hours during his painting lessons.
Obviously, he had a great effect on Eleni. He changed her in the past one and a half year a lot. She didn't care much about her grades anymore. She was going out more often, laughing more often, wasn't getting upset anymore. She even changed her dressing style, just because Kostas asked her to be more dashing. Earlier, she usually wore baggy clothes and jeans not to draw much attention.
It was the fifth or sixth day after I moved to Eleni's apartment. My mother was just gone back to home after she helped me to settle down. I was home alone and watching TV. The doorbell rang. I opened the door and there stood my sister, looking completely different; a real knockout in her clothes. I almost didn't recognize her. She was wearing a tight white blouse, emphasizing her large breasts -even showing a little cleavage- a black and white plaid skirt just above her knees and thin black stockings under it. Unlike her usual ponytail, she had her hair done and she wore a full makeup. It was the first time that I realized how charming her big emerald-green eyes are. I didn't know earlier how plump her lips really were. There she was, not a kid anymore. All grown up...
"Eleni? Is that you?" I said.
She just smiled and said laughingly, "Don't tell my mom."
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Eleni and Kostas were going out few nights a week and she was staying once or twice a month at Kostas's house, which he shared with some of his fellows. Following those nights, she usually returned home spent and slept all day in her room. Kostas stayed at our apartment once in a week or two as well. They were sleeping in Eleni's room together. They were trying to keep their voice low but I could hear that they were being naughty there. I was having mixed feelings during those actions. I was trying to distract myself so that I don't pay attention to their sounds but damn, I was still a virgin who just left puberty and those sounds were hot. Having an erection by listening to the sounds of my sister's actions behind closed doors was making me feel dirty and ashamed. I don't know whether she felt the same way, but the days after those actions, I was having difficulties to look into her eyes or talking to her.
At one of those nights, after they had sex, Eleni opened the door of her room and walked on tiptoe towards the fridge. She had a thin satin nightgown on her. I laid there on my couch bed, watching, as she opened the fridge and was looking for something. I watched her silhouette under the fridge's light. One year ago, I even didn't know that she had curves, but there, she stood with the most beautiful body I ever saw in my life. "Wow, what a body!" I said to myself. I felt myself blush as I cast my eyes over my sister. She looked lovely... No. She was much more than that. She looked sexy and desirable. Any man who saw her would have felt the same, but being her brother, I felt a pang of compunction.
With the beginning of March, the weather got warmer. It was the time when Eleni's skirts became shorter and her blouses were showing more cleavage. It was very difficult for me to get used to her new appearance. To my bad luck, the sexiest girl I ever met in my life was my sister. I couldn't hold myself taking glimpses of her legs or cleavage. Maybe she never noticed or just didn't care but Kostas knew that I used every chance to steal glances between her legs and down under her blouse. I know, because he caught me several times.
Especially that one time, I was so embarrassed that I wanted to run away when he caught me ogling at the splendid display of her soft breasts. She was leaning forward to tie her shoes and her breasts were bursting. When I realized what I was doing, I moved my eyes away and saw that Kostas was looking at me. I felt incredibly embarrassed and didn't know what to do, but he didn't look angry or offended. He was just grinning from ear to ear. I thought he found it funny.
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A few weeks later, sometime in April, Kostas and Eleni went to a concert in the campus, which ended at a very late time. It was around 3 am in the morning as they opened the front door. When they entered the apartment, Eleni was trying to be quiet but Kostas turned the lights on and jumped on my couch joyfully.
"Hey, wake up pal. We're home!" he called out.
"Kostas?" said Eleni. "Why do you wake him up?"
"Why not?" he replied. "It's still early. We can have a little chat with my buddy here, can't we?"
"Hi Kostas," I said as I was rubbing my eyes.
"Come on pal, have some beer!"
"Hey, leave him alone," Eleni said. "Excuse him, Aris, he's drunk."
"So you are," he said laughingly.
