It was a warm evening in May. I walked the three steps down from our front door. Then I stopped and turned around. I took a deep breath, walked back up and rang the doorbell.
Nobody answered. I rang it again.
"Who is it?" Dad yelled.
"It's Gareth," I said. "I'm here to pick up Kristyne."
Dad opened the door. "Come in, come in," he said. "That's a real nice corsage."
"Thank you, Mr. Foxwell," I said. We had picked it out together.
"Kristyne is still getting ready, son," he said. "Come in, sit down. Can I get you a glass of water?"
"I guess that sounds good," I said, standing by the front door. I was suddenly very awkward, even though it was my own house, standing in front of my own father, waiting for my own sister. I guess that was my father's purpose, to make it feel as though it was a real prom night by making me feel off balance, but even though I knew what he was doing it still worked. I didn't feel right sitting down, and I didn't feel right standing. Plus, my tuxedo was stiff and I didn't know how I would sit down in it.
"Sit, sit," he said, coming back with a very small glass of water. "Make yourself at home." I took the glass and sat down stiffly on the edge of the couch. He sat next to me, leaned back, and looked me in the eye. I held the water, but suddenly it felt weird to drink it.
"Sooo," he said, "you're taking my daughter to prom."
"Yes sir, Mr. Foxwell." He was silent for a moment. I lifted my glass to drink, and he said, "Curfew is midnight, you understand? You'll have her home by then."
"Oh yes, for sure, Mr. Foxwell. Sir." I wanted to put the glass down, but the table was on the other side of Dad, so I just held on to it.
We sat in silence for another minute. Then he said, "I understand you're home schooled."
"Yes sir," I said.
"So's Kristyne," he said. "I want her to have a nice time tonight. But she's just 18, and hasn't seen the world. Just because she's naive, I don't want to hear about you taking advantage, now."
"No sir," I said. He thought he was kidding, Kristyne being my sister and all, but I was hoping for just that.
See, we grew up a long way out of town. It was a good eight miles of twisty hill road to the next town, not a lot of houses along the way, and we were home-schooled besides. Kristyne had been the first girl I had seen naked. I'd seen her body fill out when there weren't any other girls around to look at, right at the same time my hormones were starting to rough out my smooth parts. During the long hours sitting and going over spelling lists and history books, I sometimes stared at her and imagined what it would be like if she was my girlfriend and not just my sister. I'd stroke her long red hair and kiss her cheek, and tell her I loved her. And maybe if I did something heroic, like save her from a bear, she would let me touch her body.
When she turned 18 last year in May, she had given me my first kiss, a kiss right on the lips, almost. It was her first kiss too. It landed slightly off target, but I felt like I'd unlocked a new level on a video game. We had kissed again, when we could. Sometimes we called it practice, and sometimes we didn't call it anything, we just did it. We would go for long walks and kiss, off in the woods where we were supposed to be learning plants. I had turned 18 in March. We went for a walk in the snow that evening, just the two of us, and although my hands were freezing she let me put them up under her jacket, and she gasped, and not just from the cold.
As the spring wore on we had continued to fool around, sometimes getting pretty hot and heavy. We would get each other worked up, making out and running our hands all up and down each other's body. Sometimes her shirt would be open, and her bra pushed up, but she always kept her pants on. I licked her sexy little nipples, and I would rub the layers of fabric covering her puss to hear her sexy moan. But while she was happy to reach her hand into my pants and rub my bare cock until I came, she would never let me get more than an inch past her waistband. As soon as my fingers brushed against her soft curls, she would slide out of reach and leave me to cool off.
I was sincerely hoping the romance of prom night would get me to third base.
Thinking that over didn't make it any easier to sit there in front of my dad. I was getting an erection and there was no way that I could let him see that. I mean, not only was he her father, I was her brother. If he'd known what was going on, he'd have disowned me and beaten me to death.
Kristyne and Mom came down the stairs, and I gasped. Kristyne looked incredible. Her hair was pinned up high on her head, and she was wearing a tight little green dress that showed off her legs over her knees. Her shoulders were bare, with just little green strings going over to hold the dress up. She must have had on the kind of bra without any straps. I hadn't even known she had one of those. White stockings with patterns of stars in them and green sandals with heels completed the outfit. She was fucking sexy. She saw the look on my face and her face lit up with this incredible smile.
Also, I now understood why Mom insisted on a green cummerbund to go with my white tux.
"Doesn't she look amazing?" said Mom, the proud parent.
"She does. You do," I said. "You look really great, Kristyne. Really great."
