This story is one of love between a brother and sister cultivated during years of togetherness. Both are consenting adults when they have their first sexual moment.
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I am not sure how modern psychologists define anything anymore; I will just say that my sister and I grew up in a normal Midwestern home. Dad worked normal businessmen hours, yet as the boss, he spent many hours after work working. While my sister and I were young, mom stayed home to taking care of us and run the household. We took family vacations in the station wagon that meant long boring hours of driving to some historic destination. Well, psychologist, were we normal?
Our parents named me Justin and my sister, not quite two years younger, Justine; I think they wanted twins. My earliest memories are of Justine and I dressed the same. As we got older and our own personalities' developed, we fought against dressing the same and finally won. One interesting point is, as much as we developed different personalities, Justine and I confided everything to each other. Justine called me Jello saying privately, she always had room for Jello. I guess she was my Jello as well; I always had room for her.
Because of our birth months, we did not start kindergarten with other five year old's. When I graduated high school, I was 19 and turning 20 late in the fall. Justine was almost 18 in her sophomore year in high school and did turn 18 in July.
We fast forward to our teen years; I played football in high school and developed a healthy physique. I grew to just over six feet two inches. Since I was a "jock," I had girls all around me. Justine grew into petite statuesque figure. She was also a "jock," into gymnastics and on the schools precision dance team. I saw her as my sister, as my athletic competition, and as my best friend. Shame on me, I also saw her as cute.
We often worked out together in the home gym we created in the garage. Justine taught me how to stretch different muscle groups that helped me excel in football. I told my coach that Justine taught me to stretch differently than team stretches; he laughed calling them silly girl stretches. At the next game, he was not laughing any longer, I was making plays, moving around the field faster than my teammates, and having my name announced on the PA more than any other player did. So much for silly girl stretches, he had the dance coach on the practice field next practice.
After that first practice with the dance coach, I could not wait to get home to Justine and tell her how her training helped me and convinced the coach to add new exercises to the team workout. I burst into the house and bounded up stairs to Justine's room. "Justine," I yelled out as I opened her door barging in, "the coach had the dance coach..." I stopped dead in my tracks and my sentence went unfinished. Justine was in her room changing clothes and had on only bra and panties.
"Jello, turn around until I put something on." Justine never yelled, seldom angry, and this moment was proof. I dutifully turned and started for her door. "I didn't say leave Jello." I heard a zip of her pants and the rustling of a t-shirt. "Okay, I'm covered, turn around. The coach what," she asked me to continue.
"The football coach had your dance coach on the practice field today. We started learning all the stretches you taught me." I was so excited, I grabbed Justine in a hug, kissed her forehead, "I love you Justine."
"I love you too, Jello. There's always room for Jello."
This brief moment was not unlike any other we shared when we were excited to tell the other something. We often hugged and gave the other sibling appropriate kisses. In the halls of school, we would meet, hug or hold hands. I went on many dates, as did she when our parents decided she was old enough. Then we would spend hours talking about our dates. This behavior continued through my last year of high school. I graduated at 19, as I mentioned. Justine, at almost 18 well toned from gymnastics and dance. Since we worked out together, I had much the same tone and more bulk from football weight training.
As the school year ended, Justine changed in demeanor, not a big change, but one I noticed. She almost needed to be by my side from dawn until we went to bed. I suppose I should have challenged her on it; however, I was busy with college choices. During my senior year, college scouts were watching. Since we live in the Midwest, most scouts were Big 10 and Big 12. There were some very lucrative offers of full rides, everything paid. "All you have to do is sign this letter of intent and you're in!" My parents heard that line and bought into it, especially the full ride part, "Wouldn't you like being a Nitny Lion," or whatever the scout's school mascot.
I knew I had to commit before the fall practice sessions, by the end of July at the latest. After all the scouts came and left, I had to make a decision. Mom and dad wanted me to pick a full ride school to save huge sums of money. I leaned more toward smaller market NCAA schools because I had no desire being under the kind of pressure big name markets put on athletes. Honestly, if it weren't sports scholarships, any college would be fine.
It was summer, June, and Justine and I were at one of the local lakes swimming and hanging out with friends. I wore plain swim trunks for comfort style was a secondary consideration. Other guys wore tight spandex to show off their packages and tease girls. Most of the girls wore revealing bikinis, for the same reason, tease guys. Justine was different; Justine wore two-piece suits that covered her assets. She wasn't prudish, she knew she could stand next to any girl and get a guy to look at her, she was not comfortable advertising her assets.
Often, she would break off with a guy for a while or I'd break off with a girl for a while, yet most of the time we were together. Most guys Justine would see were guys who knew me. They knew I would cut off their penis and feed it to them if they tried to do something Justine did not want to do.
It was getting close to Justine's big one eight. Becoming eighteen and an adult was supposed to be exciting, yet it appeared Justine was simply going through the motions. When I turned 18, mom and dad popped for a huge party and planned the same for Justine.
On Justine's big day, we gathered all our friends for a big barbeque; we left nothing to chance. Gifts piled on two tables for Justine kept growing. We ate, played many yard games, had the traditional birthday cake, and Justine opened all her gifts. Mom and dad spent a huge amount on a digital TV and DVD player for her room. Friends gave her videos, music CDs, stuffed animals that she loved. I had not placed a single item on the tables.
Justine was not happy when she found nothing from me. Maybe she was actually angry with me; something she has never been before. Later, after everyone left and we had the mess cleaned up, Justine came to me with a pout on her face and hurt in her eyes. "You didn't give me anything. Why Justin? Why did you hurt me so?"
"I have a gift for you that is bigger than a box on a table wrapped in paper and ribbon. However, today is not the right time for you to receive it. You will receive it when the time is right."
July was family vacation time and we figured it would be our last family vacation since I was going away to school. However, mom and dad surprised us with, "Mom and I are going on vacation. We think you two should stay home and enjoy your summer with friends. Any problems with that?"
Justine looked at me, I at her, we at our parents. Is there a better word than flabbergasted? "You two are more adult than some of the adults we know, you think you can stand three weeks without parents."
