Siblings

Author's Notes: All of the characters in this story are 18 years of age or older. There is no sexual activity between underage persons.

This was a difficult story to complete while still complying with Literotica's guidelines regarding underage sex. (I completely agree with and support those guidelines. The last thing I, or any of us want is for this wonderful site to be taken away.) So if the relationship between siblings appears to develop very quickly, so be it.

Thanks Laurel and Manu for the help and patience.

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Junior High School, that quirky time in a person's life when they are transitioning to their teens. To be truthful it was actually the summer between sixth and seventh grade so technically I wasn't in Junior High School yet. I turned 13 a couple of weeks after school let out, June 26th.

My brother Tim was almost two years older than me (his birthday was August 30th) but he was only one year ahead of me in school. Tim was a good athlete (he played football and hockey), a good student (all A's and a few B's) and a good person.

Tim ran several mornings a week and worked out many afternoons with his friend Kevin, a high school freshman (to be) who hoped to be on the hockey team. Kevin had a weight set in his garage and he and several other boys hung around there lifting weights almost every day. Tim was the only non-freshman in the group. He would have to tryout for the hockey team but Kevin and his friends felt sure he would make the team even though he was only in eighth grade.

As we grew up I was the typical younger sibling/sister. I always wanted to go with Tim and do the things he was doing. When he had his "two wheeler" and I still had a tricycle, I tried to follow him down the street as he rode away. More than once my mother or a neighbor had to comfort me as I sat on my tricycle bawling my eyes out in the middle of the road after Tim had ridden away.

Yes, I did many of the traditional 'girl' things - played with dolls, had tea parties, dressed up in my mother's old clothes, helped mom bake. But I also wanted to do the things Tim did. I climbed trees, helped my dad paint or do other small jobs. Some people called me a tomboy though I still enjoyed dressing like a girl and hung out with other girls.

What I really wanted was to play sports. To be part of the group of boys who played touch football, street hockey, wiffleball and basketball. Eventually, thanks to my parents, I settled on soccer, hockey and softball as my sports. I was on the best team for my age group in the area in each sport. I played on a state travel soccer team, a regional development hockey team and the 14-15 year old softball team.

I wasn't so much a tomboy as I was a 'jockette'. However, I always returned to 'girl' mode. I wore dresses to school often, had bows in my hair and even painted my fingernails from time to time.

To Tim I was just his annoying little sister. He tried to avoid me, rarely talked to me and got upset when my parents made him come to watch my games rather than play with his friends.

"Sara comes to lots of your games", they would say.

"That's because she has nothing better to do", Tim would retort.

Like many siblings, we had our share of arguments and fights and essentially he tolerated me, even when I was no longer trying to go every where with him.

Tim was my big brother who always looked out for me. I remember one time from that summer I turned 13 very clearly.

Two friends and I rode our bikes to a convenience store to buy makeup. We didn't realize it was so expensive so we bought sodas and a fashion magazine instead. When we came out of the store, two boys around our age were standing by our bikes The two boys told us we had to pay them to get our bikes back. My friend Lisa began to cry right away. I got mad and wanted to fight them but my friend Julie talked me out of that idea. We were arguing with, and yelling at,the boys when suddenly they stopped.

Out of nowhere my brother Tim had showed up and told them to get away from our bikes.

One of the boys looked like he wanted to challenge Tim but the other clearly didn't. As my brother advanced towards the pair, his face was angry, his hands were balled into fists and the muscles of his arms stood out.

The boys started to walk away but the one turned and looked like he wanted to say something. Tim just told him to "Fuck off" and they went away.

I had never heard anyone speak that word in anything but a whisper, certainly not with the force that Tim had just used. I was in silent awe.

Tim told us to get on our bikes and go home.

I found myself trying to hang around with him again, just like when I was younger. Given our schedules I didn't have much success and he avoided me as much as possible. But I did stand next to him in every family picture I could. I continued to watch him - at his games when I could, mowing the lawn every summer, and even at the dinner table.

As we grew older my parents began to leave us on our own more often and for longer periods of time. Tim was always tasked with the responsibility of watching me. My parents recognized that Tim was mature for his age. They gave him more leeway, such as no curfew. Tim never abused their trust.

One rainy day, later that summer, both our parents were out and Tim and I were home. I was watching a horror movie on TV and I got scared. I hadn't seen Tim in a while I so ran around the house calling for him. He came out of his room in just a pair of shorts and when I saw him I started to cry.

"What's wrong, Sara? Why are you crying?" he asked.

"I was watching a horror movie and got scared, that's all. I thought you left and I was all alone," I sniffled.

"You know I wouldn't leave you alone. Why don't we go change the channel to something else?"

"Well, I kinda want to see the end. Will you watch it with me?"

Tim rolled his eyes, but walked back to the den with me. He sat in silence in a chair at the end of the couch until the movie finished. Any time I got a little scared I just looked over at him and I felt fine. His presence was so reassuring I felt totally comfortable just having him near.

The school year began and I settled into a new routine once I became acclimated to my classes, the building and soccer practice. Tim played on the junior high football team, he played the position called "safety" and generally appeared to be one of the kings of the school.

But he wasn't a jerk. I saw him help seventh graders figure out how to unlock their lockers. He talked to everyone, the cool kids, the math club geeks, boys, girls , teachers, cafeteria workers and the janitor. The principal knew his name and said hi to him. And I started to get pointed out as his sister. Other people talked to me at school, but whether at school or home Tim barely acknowledged I existed.

I went to one of the junior high football games, not because I wanted to, but because Lisa and Julie thought it would be cool and they might get to meet some of the boys who played on the team. I learned my brother was a good football player, really good. We were standing at the fence that ringed the field so we were close to the players. I could hear the "oooofs" and "uunnnghs" the other players made when my brother tackled them and drove them into the ground. Tim made two interceptions in the game and ran one back for a touchdown. After the game some of the eighth grade girls came up to me and asked me if I would introduce them to my brother. I passed.

When hockey started I had a really busy schedule. With either practice or a game every day after school, and usually a game on Saturday, I spent most of my time in class, on the ice or studying. The team captain was girl named Donna and she took me under her wing from the first practice. By the third game I was the right wing on Donna's line and we started every game. Donna and I just clicked and were able to feed each other the puck in the right place at the right time, often resulting in a goal. Janice, our left wing was pretty good but Donna and I just synced really well.

After Christmas break the hockey game schedule got really heavy, two games every week. For some games we traveled in the same bus as the boy's team. We would play our game first and then the boys would play theirs. Both teams had really good goalies, ours was an eighth grader named Stephanie, who went by Steph, and the boys was a seventh grader named Mike. As the regular season ended both teams were at the top of the league. Winning the league was one thing but now there were the state division playoffs. Because of the size of our school system our school was in the B1 league.

Our first game was at a neutral rink about an hour away. We were to play a team from the northern half of the state. By coincidence the boys team was playing their game at the same facility (it had four rinks) against a team from two towns away. Once again our school shipped both teams on the same bus to save money. As usual all the girls sat in the front half of the bus and all the boys in the back. The coaches from both teams sat in a row between the two teams.

When we arrived at the rink and started unloading our equipment bags Tim was standing next to me. "Good luck", he said to me, "Play well." I was so surprised, since these might have been the most words he had said to me at one time in several months, I almost couldn't get out a response.

"Uh, you too," I finally was able to utter. I grabbed my bag, slung it over my shoulder, grabbed my sticks and headed in with my team.

The other team was really good and if it hadn't been for Steph's excellent goal tending we would have been way behind after the first two periods. As it was we were only down 2 - 0.

The boys team had been standing in one corner of the rink behind the glass watching us play. As we exited the locker room for the third period they were standing outside the door and urged us on as we went to the ice. "C'mon guys, you can do it! Get the next one and then turn it on." and similar exhortations fell on our ears as we went to the bench.

First shift I broke up a pass as the other team started a breakout. I fed it smoothly over to Donna and she slipped back onto my stick perfectly. I tucked the puck in the net before the goalie could react. Our bench was pretty happy as we skated back and took our seats. I touched gloves with a few of my teammates but made no big celebrations.

Midway through the period Janice made a great play and stole the puck from a girl on the other team. Janice hit Donna with a good pass, Donna passed it back to her and Janice fed me as I cut to net. This time I lifted the shot over the goalie as she slid across the crease. Tic Tac Toe and we were tied 2-2.

Once again I skated right back to the bench, only pointing my finger at Janice and saying nice pass as Donna swatted me on the rear with her stick. Out of the corner of my eye I caught my brother with his fingers in his mouth whistling loudly. I couldn't help but feel proud that he was cheering for me.

With 4 minutes left in the game the coach said she was 'shortening the bench' meaning she was only going to play the top 2 lines and maybe a third line once or twice. With a little over a minute to go Donna won a face off in the other teams end. I skated behind her, picked up the puck and cut to the net. The goalie seemed like she was right there in front of me so I shifted the puck to my back hand, cut across the front of the net and slipped it between her pads as she moved. The red light went on and our bench went wild. I skated back to our bench as calmly as I could but looked to see my brother jumping up and down and banging on the glass.

The other team called timeout and the coach pulled out her whiteboard and explained what she wanted us to do. She knew the other team would pull their goalie and try to use the extra skater to their advantage. With 40 seconds left and the other team pinning us in our end our defenseman Nancy blocked a shot with her leg. The puck looked like it was bouncing for ever but it was only a second or two at most as it skittered over the blue line. Janice was flying and collected the puck. She raced across the other blue line and slid the puck firmly at the net. It went in to make the final score 4-2.

The boys were gone to their locker room as we lined up to shake hands with the opponents. We rushed to our locker room, chattering happily and then undressed, showered and dressed quickly so we could watch them play. The other rink had a lot more fans watching than our game so we had to sit in the stands.

Tim had actually been good enough to play on the High School varsity team but the league rules prohibited 8th graders from playing. It was very clear that whenever Tim was on the ice he was the best player on either team by a wide margin. He looked like a professional against amateurs out there. If it weren't for some amazing saves by the other team's goalie he would have scored about 10 goals! He ended up with 3 goals and 2 assists and our team won 5-2. I was almost hoarse from cheering for him.

The boys started filing out in twos and threes so we grabbed our bags and headed to the bus. As I was sliding my sticks in someone tapped me on the arm and said, "Nice game."

I looked up to see Tim smiling broadly at me. I blushed like crazy, I know I did.

"Uh, uh, th-thanks," I stammered. I felt like some hero or movie star had just popped out of thin air to talk to me. I could see a couple girls, including Donna, hanging back looking at us. I recovered a little and said, "Not a bad game yourself," hitting him lightly on the shoulder. I think he blushed a bit!

We were separated as his teammates begin telling him to hurry up and get on the bus and to stop wasting time talking to his sister. The bus ride back to school was loud and fun. Somehow a chant between the two teams started about midway with the girls yelling "Winning Team" and pointing at the boys. The boys would respond "That's right, unh huh" and then point at us and yell "Winning Team". Our reply was "You know it!"

As both teams advanced through the playoffs Tim and I lead our respective teams in scoring and had the game winning goal in each game. Both teams were playing for the Division B1 Championship on a Saturday night. We were at that 4 rink complex with our game at 5:30 and the boys at 7:00. Our game was tight with very few major plays but Donna set me up perfectly in the 2nd period and I cashed in to put us up 1-0. I returned the favor in the 3rd and we ended up winning 2-0. Our locker room was a pretty happy place. We all spilled out wearing our school jackets to watch the boys play.

The boys game was rough, with lots of penalties in the early going. The other team had some pretty big players and they were knocking our guys around a bit. One of the biggest guys took a run at Tim as he was along the boards. Tim adjusted beautifully and the other guy actually went down. The referee signaled a penalty and we figured the other guy was going off for two. But when Tim touched the puck the ref blew his whistle and sent him off for elbowing! Time was mad, I mean really mad. His face was as red as a tomato but he kept his mouth shut. Our coach didn't. He was screaming at the referees and almost got another penalty.

The other team scored on the power play and Tim skated out of the box like an enraged bull. He went to center ice for the face off. When the puck was dropped he just skated through the opposing center with the puck, knocking him on his butt. He made two amazing moves and split the defensemen, walked in alone on the goalie and snapped a shot into the upper corner before the goalie could move. Six seconds after the face off Tim tied the score at 1-1. He didn't celebrate or show any emotion, he just skated back to center ice. The next face-off was almost a repeat. Tim won the puck, Tim went around three players and had the puck in the back of the net before the goalie even knew he had shot. All it took was seven seconds.

We were going nuts and it was all I could do to keep from yelling, "That's my brother!"

The coach called Tim to the bench and sat him down. He sent him out on the very next shift. Tim won the face-off in the other team's end, skated behind their net and stuffed the puck in off the back of the goalie's pad to put us up 3-1. All it took was six seconds again! At center ice Tim won the face-off, passed to his winger and then cut to the blue line. The wing returned the puck to Tim who was now moving full speed. He blew past the defenseman, deked the goalie and slid the puck in the net. 4-1. Ten seconds, pretty slow this time.

Tim had scored four goals in less than 30 seconds! All the girls were jumping up and down and shrieking wildly. I just stared at my brother and saw him turn to look at me, and then he smiled. Even with his cage and mouth guard his smile was electric.

The game deteriorated after that with the other team just trying to hit, and hurt, Tim. They got a ton of penalties and two of their players were thrown out of the game. Tim just kept passing the puck to other players and ended up with four assists to go with his four goals. The boys won 10-1.

Outside the rink, loading our stuff on the bus, Tim grabbed my bag and threw it in next to his. He did the same with our sticks. He then hugged me and said "Great game."

"Nice going, Sara," he said and then released me, turning to his teammates and climbing on the bus. The coach yelled at me "Come on Sara, let's move."

In a daze I found a seat next to Steph who was chattering away at me. I didn't come out of my fog until the whole bus started singing "We Are The Champions" and the trophy was being passed around among each team.

Several days later the local paper called the school and asked to do a story on us. They took a picture of Tim and I standing side by side in our game jerseys, each holding the state trophy. Two days later the story headline appeared above the picture "Sister & Brother Lead Jr. High Teams to State Titles". My parents asked for extra copies and one hangs in a frame in our hallway down stairs. I asked for an 8 x 10 of the photo and I put it in a frame and hung it in my room. About a week later Mom told me that Tim had the same picture in a frame hanging in his room. I looked in his room the next day and there it was.

Things progressed like this for the next three years. Tim moved up to High School and I followed him a year later. We continued with our sports and schoolwork but still didn't spend much time together.

His Senior year (my Junior year) Tim was a Captain of the football team and the Captain of the hockey team. The football team won the league but lost in the playoffs. Tim was named first team League All Star and second Team State All Star. The Boys Varsity Hockey Team won the state championship. Tim was named League, Division and Tournament MVP as well as being top scorer in the Division.

And then Tim graduated, with honors. In the fall he was leaving for college a thousand miles away. For several nights after his graduation I cried in my room before I fell asleep.

We both had dated during high school, we both went to proms and dances, went to parties, joined friends in mixed groups and went to the movies. Somehow we never seemed to be together in any of these situations. Neither of us had long relationships with anyone, more casual dating than anything.

It was one of the first hot nights of the summer. Dad hadn't put my air conditioner in yet and I was lying on my bed in my panties and a t-shirt. It was a day after my 18th birthday. My parents threw a nice party for me and then left that morning for the lake. (Every summer our family would spend a week or two at a cottage we rented at the lake.) Tim and I didn't go because we were working. I had a job at a summer camp as a counselor. Tim was a waiter at a nice restaurant downtown.