The poor states, Arkansas, Mississippi, and my own West Virginia, get a bad rap for being nothing but uneducated hillbillies who fuck their sisters and cousins. Well let me tell you something, it's true. Well, in the extremely rural parts, yeah, you'll find it like that with some families. Mind you, it's not rampant, but it's certainly more prevalent than elsewhere. It's not as bad nowadays; after all, there are fewer and fewer rural areas, even in West By God Virginia. And it's that isolation that leads to such misdeeds – well, misdeeds in the eyes of God and most societies.
But to me and Jennifer, well, it seemed natural. How could something that felt so good, emotionally and physically, be wrong? My name is Jonathan James Jackson. If I lived in the city, I'd probably have the nickname "Three J" or something like that, but everybody back home just calls me Jimmy. I grew up in a tiny town – is there really any other kind in West Virginia? – called Birds Creek, about 25 minutes from Morgantown. Well, I reckon Charleston, Morgantown, Wheeling, Clarksburg and the Eastern Panhandle are now bustling areas, but other than that, the makeup of this state is just that – tiny towns. It's that way now and it was that way when I was growing up back in the 1960s.
I went back recently; hadn't been "home" in more than 20 years after dad died. Though I had only seen him once or twice prior to that after I had moved out. That son-of-a-bitch. Things would've been different had mom lived; I'm sure of it. Mom had passed when we were just kids. Jennifer doesn't remember her much, being just 4 when she passed. Even my memories are fading, though I was 6 ½ when she died. The old house was still standing, somehow, though nobody lived in it. When I pulled up on the dirt road coming down the gently rolling hill, a million memories washed over me at once: Playing in the yard, milking the cows in the now-fallen barn, firing off the shotgun with dad when he was teaching me how to hunt.
There was one memory – well, Jennifer and I had many together – but it was the first time we made love that always sticks with me, for obvious reasons. It was the summer of 1964 and we had each finished our chores – mine helping dad in the field and hers in the house. Dad always let me go in the late afternoon, while he worked til after sunset. He instilled a great work ethic in me, but he never wanted me to hate this life by being overworked as a teen. So, I bounded down the hill to the house, stopping to pet a horse along the way. Dad had let me stop working a bit earlier than usual today; it was one of the hottest days of the year, being late August and all. He said he'd probably knock off early, too.
I walked in the house and headed upstairs to get a shower, the first thing I always did when I quit working. I opened the bathroom door only to find my naked sister standing there, pulling a towel off the shelf to dry herself off. I stood frozen, half a word stuck in my throat – probably shit – with my mouth gaped wide open. I had never seen a naked woman before and I couldn't peel my eyes away.
I think the look on my face and my reaction had an effect on Jennifer, who initially stood frozen, but finally – calmly – wrapped the towel around her and walked past me with a smile on her face. I stood there, stupefied, just flashing back to her beautiful body. Her long, black hair was still wet, her breasts – God her breasts – were, I can't describe it; probably because I had never seen any before. She was an angel.
That night at supper I kept looking down like a scolded child, trying not to make eye contact with her. Dad didn't seem to notice; probably because he never noticed much anyway, working himself to death everyday and coming home dog tired. There was the usual small talk, dad mentioning what we needed to get done the next day, Jennifer asking what we wanted for supper. I finished as quickly as I could and got up to put my plate in the sink. I walked out of the kitchen past her chair, looking down briefly at her – the first time I looked at her since it happened – and saw that same smile on her face. It wasn't a cocky smile, nor was it a full-blown happy-face smile. It was just kind of a "thank you" smile, the kind you get when someone pays you a flattering compliment. I didn't notice that time, but she did in fact have a tint of red on her cheeks when she walked out of the bathroom earlier.
I had to get her off my mind, so I got into bed and picked up the book I was reading. It was always my escape, diving into a good book could always whisk you away from your current life, no matter where you were. This time, it didn't work. Every few paragraphs, her body flashed in front of me. I began to stroke my cock through my PJs; I was erect in no time. Mind you, I was a healthy young man who masturbated quite a bit, but never had I been given so much material with which to work. Usually, I'd be envisioning one of the girls I went to school with, but even then, I had seen them only full clothed. Heck, I had never even had a girlfriend, so I had never known a woman's touch.
I was engrossed in my session when I heard a light knock at the door. I put my cock away. "C-c-ome in," I stuttered. The door opened slowly; It was Jennifer. I got a lump in my throat as if I had never seen her before and there was some goddess of a woman suddenly in my room. My sister and I, prior to that afternoon, did indeed talk all the time. One has to be their sibling's best friend when they're the only one you see virtually all summer and every night. We had always been able to talk, and talk we did – about everything. But nothing like what was about to transpire. Now I was terrified to speak to her, the one person in this world I had always felt comfortable with.
"Jimmy," she said softly, barely above a whisper. "Can we talk?"
"Sure," I managed to say as I sat up in bed. She walked over after getting my reply and sat beside me on the bed. "What's on your mind?"
"Jimmy, it's about what happened earlier, I ..."
I cut her off: "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to..."
With that, she cut me off. "Don't' apologize. I just wanted to say it made me feel good."
"Huh?" was all I was able to reply with.
