"So... Star Wars again, or should we watch one of those old Disney movies?" I asked for the umteenth time that summer, knowing only too well what the answer would be.
"Well, since you don't have a VCR in here to watch the others with, maybe we could find something else besides Star Wars to watch on DVD?" My sister, ever the smart-mouth. Thinking -- or rather, knowing -- that the same joke would make me laugh every time she said it.
"Alright, alright, I'll grab the bag." Ah, yes. That ever-fateful bag. The bag that, quite frankly, would change both of our lives as we knew it. But I'm getting ahead of myself, aren't I? Let me take you back a bit.
My name is Riley Smith. I'm 25 years old, but this story takes place when I was at the tender age of 19, fresh out of my first year at (gulp!) community college. Back when all I had to worry about was getting to class, and staying concious long enough to learn the course basics. More specifically, it takes place in the summer immediately following my Freshman year. At 6' 2", I was a nice (so far as I was told) lean 215. I used a lot of my free time at college, when I wasn't at class, studying, or partying, to work out in the gym -- which turned out to be a lot more time than you'd think! I usually managed at least an hour a day, 5 days a week. Needless to say, I was in the shape of my life.
And then there was my sister, Cathrine... and oh, was she ever there! She may have only been 18, but one look and you'd swear she was at least 20-something. Of course, looks aren't necessarily everything. You see, even though she had the near-perfect body of 32b-25-30 (a tiny little thing!), she was very much a virgin. Moreso than I thought she would be after her junior year of high school. She went to the same school I did, and by the time I was done with my sophomore year, I knew more about sex than I ever thought I wanted to... how she escaped from there as innocent as she went in is beyond me.
Anyways, I had come home for my summer vacation, mainly to cut my parents the cost of covering my room and board. While I was at college, I talked my mom and dad into paying for a small studio apartment fairly close to the campus, so I wouldn't have to drive there and back. I had a part-time job on the side, and I sent them money whenever I could to make up for it. All in all, we were really one big, happy family, all 4 of us. Even when both my sister and I were living in the house, we never really argued like the stereotypical siblings of lore. We managed to get along just fine, actually raising a few suspicions out of our parents, but they knew as well as we did that nothing was going on -- yet.
Which brings me back to "the bag". You see, I was never what one would call an 'organized' person. I thought that the floor was a perfectly good substitute for a laundry hamper, and that DVD cases were for people that didn't have the convenience of DVD binders. Unfortunately, I ended up collecting more DVDs than my poor little binder could carry, so instead I started carrying them in a black garbage sack, with the words "The Bag" written on them in metallic sharpie; for visual effect. In this, I had everything from old exercise DVDs, to concerts, to movies, to picture slideshows. Yes, even the 3 or 4 pornos I accumulated over the years found a happy home in "the bag". By this point, I'd say I easily had at least 150 seperate DVDs in there.
Since my sister and I got along so well, we usually ended up spending nights in either my or her room, watching movies, watching TV, playing video games, or sometimes just talking. When we were in the mood for a movie, more often than not I'd grab "the bag", let her grab something, and pop it into the DVD player without either of us seeing what it was first. Now, I'm not stupid. I knew there was a 4/150 chance that she'd pick one of the pornos in there. (for the mathematically challenged out there, that would be 2/75, or about a 2 and a third percent chance) Unfortunately, I was stupid enough to think that those chances were so astronomically low that I could get away from it.
So, that night, I open the bag and my sister pulls out a DVD. Since all of mine have some sort of labeling on the front, she could tell which side was up just by running her hand over it, and she'd hand it to me to put in without either her or myself seeing what it was first, just to add to the element of surprise. We were both laying on my bed, her on her stomach with her head at the foot, and me laying perpendicular to her, with my stomach resting right across her back. She grinned at me before hitting the play button, and my jaw just about hit the floor. There, on the screen, was a naked girl, squatting down with her hand between her legs, and the title "Squirting Illustrated 4" flashing across her chest!
Now by this point my face had to have been as red as a tomato. The interesting thing, though, was that my sister had absolutely no reaction to it, like she expected it. Seeing that I wasn't going to do anything about it, she grabbed the remote out of my hands, moved the cursor to "Play Movie", and started it up.
I stumbled over my words for a few minutes, before forcing out a weak laugh. "Well, at least it's one we haven't seen before..."
"Shhh!" was the only response I got back. I looked at the back of her head, her long raven hair simply flowing down over her snug t-shirt, wondering just how innocent my little sister really was. I would've thought that something like this would've completely thrown her off, and yet here she was, watching it with gusto! About the time I came to my senses, the first scene was just getting started -- and by that, I mean the over-endowed guy was just getting ready to fuck the girl with the obviously paid for boobs for everything she was worth.
Deciding that I'd just go along with Catie's attitude, I laid back on the bed (albeit next to her, instead of on top of her!) and just watched the movie. Being the guy that I am, I had never actually paid attention to it, the story part of it that is. I found myself wondering if there really were women who wrote in stories to this "Squirting Illustrated", or if it was just a reason to print off a fetish-porno. Well, I was wondering that until I looked over and noticed that my sister had her hand down the front of her pants!
"Uhm, Catie" I said, trying to stay as calm as I could. "What are you doing over there?"
"S... shh!" Again, the only response I got. I could tell she was really "focused", because her eyes weren't moving at all from the screen. Here was my sister, who I at least knew was a virgin by definition, playing with herself in the middle of my bed with me in the room! I didn't know what I was supposed to do; on one hand, I had this beautiful raven-haired vixen, just asking for that sweet release, and I was the only guy near enough to give it to her. But on the other hand, she's my sister! I can't do something like that to my sister... can I?
"Hey, Catie..." I was trying to be as quiet as I could so I didn't interrupt her again. "If it'll make it any easier, you can take off your pants to do that... I won't tell mom or dad."
