It all started with something my sister Carol said one day.
I'd got a day off work so I'd popped round to my parent's place as I regularly did, to say hello to Mum and my sister.
Mum was rather busy with some correspondence so my sister and I left her to it and headed outside where we settled down with a drink each to have a good natter. We'd been sitting there for a while, getting well into our chatting when Carol almost jumped up and turning, she quickly put her hands down, pushing the material of her skirt between her legs.
"Oooooch, sorry Chris - got an itch!" she said as she turned back a few moments later and sat down once more, leaving me idly wondering what kind of itch.
We continued to sit and chatter and as we did so I happened to briefly mention a good but rather explicitly sexy film that had been on TV the night before.
"Mmmmm, I saw that too. Guess one of these days I'll find out about all that stuff," she said, rather sadly I thought.
"Eh - what do you mean you'll find out? Whatsa matter then?" I asked, vaguely curious and yet really just innocently answering her.
"Oh - nothing," she said, looking away from me, "It's not important."
But the very fact that she'd said that had got me going and now I sat up more attentively.
"Oh come on; must have been something important or you wouldn't have said it," I replied, "Come on, tell me. Find out what?"
"No, it's nothing, I said it's not important," she said, irritatedly squirming in her chair, "Anyway, it's personal."
My sister's a sweet young thing; she's only twenty but she seems a lot younger and more innocent than that. She's not bad to look at though; she's fairly tall and quite slim although she does have a sizable bust which rather takes your eyes off her flat tummy and her long legs. She's got soft brown hair which she keeps shortish and off her shoulders, somehow making her look even younger and rather cute really. Oh come on, yes I will be honest; she's bloody good to look at really, even if she is my sister!
Perhaps it's her face that completes the charm; she's got a lovely warm heart-shaped face with a sweet turned-up nose and luscious lips; lips that feel soft and tender whenever she kisses me. Ok, those kisses only happen when we meet or part and that's such a shame because I love to feel her lips on mine; they're so sweet and loving somehow.
But right now she looked quite uncomfy for some reason; her lovely lips were all screwed up and I wanted to find out why.
"So what! Oh come on - I'm your brother for heaven's sake; we've always been able to talk," I said, "Don't hide things from me, it's not fair. You're being stupid!"
I guess I wasn't really thinking that her question would be as personal as it was though!
"Oh Chris, I don't know how to say it," she said, almost moaning, "And I don't want to put you in a situation..."
"For heaven's sake - just say it!" I said firmly, "I'm old enough to take it; I understand things these days. And I'm good at listening too."
I'm nine years older than my sister, so I'm a man of the world, or so I thought. I've been there - done that, tried this and the other (not drugs though) - so I was confident that whatever she said wouldn't faze me.
But still Carol wouldn't let it go so I got up and knelt in front of her to hold her hands and to look her right in the face.
"Oh sweetheart," I said softly, "Look, I love you 'cos you're my only sister and I really want to help. I've had plenty of girlfriends so I probably know quite a bit about how a woman's mind works, so come on...tell me, please."
"Ohhhh," she moaned, "Oh, I - I - just - I just want to know more about boys."
"Hah - is that all!" I exclaimed brightly but Carol looked away, still hesitant.
"Yeah, but it's what I want to know that's the problem," she said, her face still downcast, "It makes me so embarrassed to even say it."
"Please, please, tell me," I wheedled, but suddenly realising what her problem stemmed from, "It's to do with sex, isn't it?"
"Mmmmmm yeah," she mumbled, her eyes now finding mine, "I don't want to look silly."
I chuckled about her naivety before squeezing her hands and answering.
"Well, I'm a boy - well, I mean I'm a man really," I said proudly puffing my chest out, "So if I don't know what I'm talking about then who does, so tell me - come on, be brave."
Cocky sod that I was! But I was trying to be a helpful big brother too.
Carol took a deep breath and then her hands gripped mine at last.
"You're right; yes I do want to know about sex," she said, squeezing my hands hard, "But I still don't think its right to ask you."
"Fuckin' hell, of course you can!" I exclaimed, almost exasperated by her reticence to open up, "Just ask away. Anything..."
"Ok," she said, taking another deep breath, "Here goes. I've never seen a man's thingy. See, I've said it."
"So what happened to sex ed?" I asked quickly, shaken but not entirely dumbstruck but Carol shook her head.
"They didn't show us properly. Most of it was diagrams really; that's all they showed us - anyway, that was years ago," she replied, "Now I want to see the real thing."
Suddenly I felt all hot; her question was indeed personal and I wasn't entirely sure how to answer her, until another idea popped up.
"Internet; plenty of men's "thingies" there," I said, emphasising the word, "Anyway, what's wrong with calling them penises or cocks?"
Carol blushed suddenly and looked downwards.
"I don't like calling them that," she said, "I'm not used to it.
"Well, get used to it, because that's what they're called," I said firmly, "And come on, what's wrong with the internet?"
"That's not the same," she said sharply, now looking straight at me, "I want to see them in the flesh; you know, real ones; well, one would do - right where I can find out all about it."
"Well, chat rooms then, aren't the cocks there real enough?" I countered.
"No way am I going there," she exclaimed, blushing even more brightly, "Don't think I could do that; I might have to show them my bits too!"
"So what do you expect me to do then? Find you a willing subject?" I replied, "Anyway, why can't you ask one of your boyfriends?"
"Cos I'm scared to," she said quickly and firmly, "And I don't love any of 'em enough to want to see their bodies, especially those bits of them!"
I was silent for a while now as I considered the situation and it was I who was now feeling embarrassed. But she was obviously in a bit of a spot and needed help, so I persisted with my questions.
"But why do you have to find out right now," I asked, my fingers softly stroking hers, "Can't it wait until you do find someone to love; someone whose body you're happy to see?"
"Yeah, but then I won't know how I'll feel. I mean, what if it scares me and I get put off him even if he's just the man for me?" she said, now twisting her hands together, "I need to know before I find him, don't I?"
"Guess that would make sense," I answered, "But I don't see how I can help."
"I do," she replied, "I love you and you love me so you could let me see yours, couldn't you?"
"Oh what!?" I exclaimed kneeling bolt upright, shocked and horrified at the thought of exposing myself to her, "I'm not a bloody porn star!"
"See - I told you I didn't know how to say it," she said, her eyes downcast and sad, "I knew you'd be annoyed."
"No! No, I'm not annoyed - I'm just shocked, that's all," I said as I put my hands back on hers, "Why me - why mine - you really should be asking your boyfriend, not me."
"I told you I can't; anyway I only what to see what a thingy looks like," she said, her eyes now fixed on mine once more, "I just want to find out..."
Silence reigned again; then she spoke once more.
"So can you help, Chris?" she said, her eyes pleading, "Can I see yours? Please - you are my brother."
"Yeah - I am," I said, "And that's all the more reason why you shouldn't see mine."
"But how else am I gonna find out?" she moaned - and she sounded so plaintive that my heart melted.
"Oh fuck - oh ok then, if it'll make you happy," I said, my heart thumping faster, "Not right now though. Not out here..."
Carol's eyes brightened instantly and her arms were flung around my neck in a moment, her lips brushing firmly yet softly against my cheek.
"Oh Chris - thank you, thank you," she said breathlessly, "No - definitely not out here. Come on then - come indoors, now, please!"
"Yeah but Mum...?" I started, but Carol interrupted quickly, her hand pulling at my arm.
"Mum went shopping a little while ago," she said as she dragged me along with her, "Didn't you see her wave goodbye to you? Then she was going to her lunch club, so she won't be back for hours - and Dad's obviously at work, so it's ok."
"It's not ok," I said as I rather reluctantly followed her indoors, "I'm still not sure this is right."
"Course it is," said Carol brightly, "In my bedroom - come on."
She led the way and slowly I entered her room, taking in the girly wallpaper and tasselled light shade; the floral bedding and the white wood furniture, her pink carpet, even her cuddly toys and dolls and her dressing table covered in assorted perfumes and other cosmetic items. Even the very air smelled clean and fresh and sweet. It wasn't a place that I'd ever frequented or even visited very often and I felt very much out of place. But Carol was right at home; already she'd closed the door and was now stepping out of her shoes and casting off her jumper before sitting on the side of her bed.
"Come on Chris," she said eagerly, "Come on, let me see it."
My hands went to my belt but I was the one who was scared now; not because I was ashamed of what I had but simply because I'd never done this before. Ok - with my girlfriends of course, but not with my sister, that was for sure! I hesitated, uncertain if I really wanted to do this.
"Would you like me to do that?" Carol suddenly asked, jerking me out of my reverie.
"No - no, I'll do it," I replied quickly, my reluctant fingers now at work.
Moments later and my waistband slackened as my belt dropped away and I stopped again.
"You sure?" I asked, searching for a last chance to get out of this, but Carol nodded energetically.
