"Well what did he say?" I ask.
"I don't think you want to know," My brother Marc said.
"Probably not," I said as I handed him a dish to put away.
"You want me to rat on my friend?" he smiled.
"Well you brought it up," I said as I frowned at him, "Just tell me."
"Ok but your not gonna like it," he said, "Exact words?"
"Yeah out with it," I said impatiently.
"Oh fine," he sighed, "He said, mind if I nail your sister."
"Oh ha what a pig!" I laughed, "Hey what did you say back to him?"
"Dude shut up that's my sister," he replied, "What do you think."
"Good, thanks," I said.
"You know I did all I could after all those rumors. Remember last year. I tried to tell everyone they aren't true," he said.
"I know, thanks," I sighed, "It didn't seem to matter though, ever since dickhead John spread all those rumors about what I'd do with a car full of guys just because I didn't want to date him anymore....well it sucked."
"Well that's what he said you'd do," he smiled.
"Shut up!" I grinned, then pushed him away from the sink.
"Sorry," he smiled.
"Um," I said as I continued to wash dishes, "You didn't tell him, you know about...Did you say anything to him?"
"No way!" he whispered assertively, "You think I'd tell anybody about that?"
"Why, you don't enjoy it?" I asked quietly.
"It's not something for casual conversation," he said, "I'm not going to disrespect you either."
"You are so sweet," I laughed.
We continued to wash the dishes in our family vacation home for two weeks every summer. It's an event we have done every year since the beginning of time. I started to wonder if our parents would have another birthday party for us here this year. Last year for our eighteenth it was quite a time. There must have been fifty people here. Usually my brother and I each bring a friend with us, but this year we didn't. The few friends that I had left after the incident last year had their own vacations. We were both off to college in the fall and I knew this was one of the last vacations we would all have together at this beautiful place. I had made the best of it with my family and taking the opportunity to relax before the heavy college workload.
I originally planned on completely letting loose this time and testing my own limits of fun and enjoyment as sort of a last fling before real adulthood. Recent events however had changed my ideas. I guess I grew up a little early after my ex-boyfriend decided to run my name though the mud. I never did anything he claimed I did. I have had rather limited sexual contact and never did the things he said I did. I left him because he was a creep and he couldn't accept it.
I haven't dated since that mess last fall and I suppose that is partially what led to the play time that had regularly happened with my brother. He was there for me through all the insults, accusations, and even the vandalism of my car. He never stopped supporting me. Perhaps it was just an accident, that soft kiss after Thanksgiving dinner last year. But we had always been there to support each other. The kiss had been all it was for weeks after that until Christmas Eve as we wrapped gifts for our parents. We had a few surprises for them and asked them to please stay upstairs and not come down until morning. It was perhaps a good reason we did. Laying on cut pieces of wrapping paper in front of the tree we devoured each other.
The day before that we had been shopping and I ran into Ben, the guy I had dated who had started all of the rumors. He made an offhand comment then a visual demonstration with his hands and mouth about what he was spreading around. His new girlfriend, a former friend of mine laughed quite loudly, calling me a whore and a disgrace. It had been such a long string of torture and ridicule that I had gone into my brother's room and cried myself to sleep as he held me. I felt bad running to him, but he had always been there for me. Perhaps it's that care we shared for each other that led to that first encounter.
I remember that first look after again sharing a kiss. We stared at each other for several minutes without saying a word. The first kiss we had shared a month earlier was nice, but it had left me rather nervous. There on the floor wrapping presents with a soft kiss I had a different reaction. I felt the wetness start and even though we had only kissed a moment, it was still there. I knew how he felt as well because he was pressing against his shorts quite well.
Silently we stood up and both at the same time went over to the stairs to check on my parents. We heard my father and mother both snoring through their bedroom door. He took my hand and we walked back over to the tree. He kissed me again with such magical feeling. As I looked into his eyes after I knew with complete security that he would never hurt me. I began to think of what could be if we were not twins.
I pulled his shirt off slowly and rubbed my hands on his chest. He looked me over silently and I knew what was on his mind. I nodded and he pulled my night shirt off over my head. I remember his cute expression when his eyes widened. He had probably expected to see a bra. But I had not worn one. He stared down at my small frame and beamed at my medium sized breasts. I knew that he would know what to do, but he didn't. He had frozen in place. I looked up at him into his eyes nearly a foot taller than me, and took his hands. Placing them on my breasts I let go. His soft hands began to caress me. I couldn't close my eyes because I just wanted to look at him and see the kindness in his eyes.
As he gently caressed me, I reached down and placed my hand on the front of his shorts. He had flinched a little, perhaps from the concentration on me, or just nervousness. I knew he was no stranger to intimacy. He had dated a lot and did have a girlfriend he had just talked to on the phone a short while before. As I rubbed his shorts, more and more I wanted to see him, and feel his love. I was prepared to offer myself to him completely.
I moved a bit closer to him, and pushed my hands into the elastic band holding his shorts up. Slowly I pressed them down to a point where they dropped the rest of the way on their own. I looked into his eyes and watched his kind gaze at me as I gently explored his manhood with my fingers. With my light touch I explored every curve of his completely shaved magnificence. Looking down briefly then back into his eyes I simply said one word to him.
"Impressive," I whispered softly.
"So are you," he whispered back.
I let go of him and took his hands, placing them around my waste. As I did, he took my lead and pushed my panties down. As his hands moved back up, they grazed over my wetness and around my bush. I call it that because after recent events I had completely let it go without care. However I would end up going bald from then on.
With our eyes matching gazes we slowly lowered ourselves to the floor. For a long time we simply explored each other's bodies with our hands. It was complete enjoyment for each of us to discover. After a while, I wanted to take my love for him a bit further. Gently I pressed him backward until his back was resting against the floor. Still gently moving my fingers on him I felt a slight wetness at the tip, and used my fingers to rub it just under his large head. He closed his eyes a moment. It had been a test to try to figure out if this would go further or not.
