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I lay on my floor for a few more minutes trying to get my brain around what just happened. How could an 18 year old girl, well I guess technically a woman, be so sexually experience? I never see any boys around and she rarely goes out on dates so how the hell did she get to be so sexually dynamic? It was almost as if she read my mind and knew exactly what I fantasized about.
At this point, "who really cares," I think to myself. If Dad or Diane find out about this then I am completely screwed.
"I can't believe I just had sex with my step sister," I say out loud shaking my head.
Oh let me count all the ways as to how many morals, values, statutes and what-not-to-dos I just violated. Could I be any more stupid? What keeps her from going right to her best friend to say, "Guess what? I just fucked my step brother." I am going to have to have a talk with her about all of this. Right now my opportunity to be alone with her all day Saturday now, was not such a hot idea.
The rest of they day passed like normal. I caught a few minutes of sleep after our little tryst and Helen acted as if nothing ever happened. I waited for the right moment to bring up the fact that we needed to keep this between us and that if any of this got out we'd both be in big trouble but I hardly saw her until our folks got home.
Dad and Diane came a few hours later and they asked us what we wanted for dinner.
Helen said, "I don't know but I am starving. I had a huge work out this afternoon and I could eat a horse," winking at me as she said this.
My blood pressure shot through the roof and I literally thought I was going to pass out.
"Did they work you extra hard in track practice today?" her mom asks.
"Really hard," Helen says staring right at me.
I could feel the walls closing in and I thought everyone could see the guilt written on my face.
"Are you alright Rob?" my dad asks.
"You look a little pale," Diane added.
"I'm just really tired. I think I might be coming down with something," I said.
"Are you hungry?" my dad asks.
"Not really I said. I think I am going to lay down for a while and see if I feel any better," I said walking for the stairs.
"Okay, I'll have Helen bring you up some food later if you feel like eating," Diane said.
I said a little too quickly, "NO! You don't need to do that, it's really okay, I'll be fine."
"Rob, are you sure you're okay? You're acting kind of funny," Diane asks.
"Yeah, I'm okay. I am just exhausted," I replied trying to look at sick as possible.
"Go on up to bed and Helen will fix you a plate and bring it up later," my dad says.
I didn't argue as I walked up the stairs and headed to my room. I flopped on my bed and there were just too many thoughts racing through my head to try and sort them out now.
"What the hell am I going to do? She is going to tell somebody," I thought to myself.
I drifted off to sleep and I woke up to a gentle knocking on my door.
"Rob, are you awake?" I heard Helen ask in a whisper.
I looked at my watch and it was 10 p.m. I had been asleep for about 2 hours. I sat up in bed and said, "Yeah I'm awake," in the same low voice.
My door opened and Helen was standing there in the doorway holding a plate covered in aluminum foil.
Helen is about 5' 6 tall with chestnut colored shoulder length hair which is pulled up in a pony tail. She's wearing her track pants and a pale blue sports top that shows off her 36 C breasts and well toned abs. She has a tremendous figure. Even with her athletic build she still has a wonderful femininity about her and it's hard for me to believe she's only 18 years old. I sit there staring, marveling at how amazing she looks.
"What? Is everything okay?" she asks.
"We had sausage and peppers tonight and it was pretty tasty," she adds with a smile.
