The breeze blowing in from Norford Bay was chilly. It blew my dirty-blond hair about and made me shiver a bit as I walked along the rocky beach. Ahead of me by thirty feet or so was my sister, Ashleigh. She was twenty and in her second year at art college. This year she was taking a course in jewellery making. Her latest phase was fashioning rings, broaches and pendants out of pewter with beach glass embedded in it. That was what had brought us to Watkins Beach on a Sunday afternoon in July.
Ashleigh was not just my sister -- she was my twin, born almost five minutes ahead of me. I often joked that I gave her a kick in the ass to get her moving because I wanted to get out to be fed. My sister resembled me, but were we not the same age few would guess that we were twins. After my last growth spurt I had reached just under six feet, which was a good six inches taller than my sister. While my hair was a murky, brassy colour, Ashleigh was adorned with golden, natural curls that trailed down past her shoulders by several inches. Her eyes, like mine, were hazel, but unlike mine, hers sparkled with a vitality that was captivating. In addition to these differences Ashleigh was also blessed with a distinctly feminine body. Everyone took notice of this fact, including me.
"Hey, Bryan, I found some more!" Ashleigh called out to me, obviously excited.
I walked over to where my sister was, just a yard or so above the water lapping at the sand as the tide came in. Amongst the rocks and kelp I saw pieces of green, brown and red glass. Ashleigh was gathering them up and depositing them into a plastic bag in her hand.
"Look -- some blue pieces. That's rare," she said, sounding pleased with her find.
I squatted down beside my sister and began plucking pieces of glass from the damp sand and dropping them into the bag. Her hair was being blown about by the wind off of the bay. It brushed the side of my face, tickling me. I pushed it aside.
"What?" she asked, looking up at me.
"Your hair's in my face," I said.
Ashleigh pulled her corkscrew-blond hair back over her shoulder, then continued picking up the glass shards. She was wearing black shorts, sneakers and a navy blue tank top. Her top had a V-neck and narrow straps. It hugged her body, emphasizing her flat stomach and bustline. As I bent down to pick up pieces of glass my eyes strayed to the front of my sister's tank top as she crouched beside me. I looked at her breasts, half exposed in the V-shaped neckline as she leaned over. They swayed a bit as she moved. They were round, obviously more than my hands cold hold, and firm looking. Her skin was tanned and smooth. It looked like it was still as soft as the day we were born. She smiled up at me.
"Quit staring at my tits and pick the glass up, Bryan. I want to get home so I can wash this stuff off and sort it out."
I smiled at my twin sister's scolding and shifted my focus back to the glass at my feet. Most brothers would no doubt be embarrassed or shameful at having been caught leering by their sister, but I wasn't. Ashleigh and I had a special relationship --although most would consider it unsavory, to say the least.
Growing up with a twin meant that I always had a best friend. When we were young there was no gender difference between us. Ashleigh was a tomboy and interested in many of the same things I was. We were always one another's confidante's and support system. Once we reached puberty some things changed, both about us as individuals and with regards to our relationship. I was given my own bedroom and my sister became modest about allowing me in her room, depending on what she was wearing. Eventually I began to take notice of the physical changes in Ashleigh. It was then that I also began regarding her as a very pretty girl, in addition to being my sister. She began to notice me in the same way too, although I did not realize that just yet.
"Let's go sit down. I want to look this stuff over," Ashleigh said.
I trailed behind my sister until she found a flat rock and sat down. I joined her on the rock. She was peering into the bag, as excited as we were as children on Halloween, rifling through our treat bags once we got home. I looked over her shoulder at the bits of coloured glass. Her hair was lashing my face once again and I pushed it aside. She smiled. We sat shoulder-to-shoulder as she examined the haul of glass we had gotten.
The wind had seemed to have picked up. I wrapped my arms around myself and leaned over, trying to keep warm. I noticed that my sister's nipples had reacted to the chilly breeze too. They stood out firm from the curves of her breasts, making two bumps in the blue material of her top that were almost as big as the tip of my little finger. I stared, trying to imagine how they would feel pinched between my lips.
"Can we get going, Ash? I'm freezing," I said.
"Aww... is my baby brother cold?," she said with faux sympathy. "Here, let your big sister keep you warm. I swear, you'd have died years ago without me around."
Ashleigh placed the bag of glass down on the rock beside her and wrapped her arms around my shoulders. She pulled me to her, holding me tight against her warm, cushiony chest and rubbed my back through my t-shirt. My sister relished playing the role of protectress and reminding me that she was five minutes my senior on every opportunity she got. Her body was warm and and felt wonderful as she held me tight to her. Her breasts were firm. She wasn't wearing a bra, so they moved freely beneath her top and rubbed over me as she moved her shoulders. My arm slipped between them as she shifted, making herself comfortable.
"Better? You warm now?" she asked, her hot breath teasing my neck.
"Yes," I said, nodding. "Can you hold me till it gets about ten degrees warmer?"
Ashleigh laughed. "No, we have to get back home. You'll have to get your cheap thrill somewhere else today, little brother."
Ashleigh let go of me and picked up her bag of beach glass. She stood up, extending her slender hand to me. She pulled me to my feet and tugged me towards the bank leading up from the beach to where our car was parked. As we navigated our way along the beach over rocks and through sand Ashleigh kept hold of my hand. Part of the reason was to steady herself as she stepped over water-weathered boulders, but it was also part of our spontaneous, habitual closeness.
Had anyone seen me and my sister they would have assumed we were lovers. Had they known that we were siblings, they would have found our hand-holding odd at best. Neither of us cared. It was something that had developed naturally, but was never spoken of or discussed. I think that acknowledging it would have somehow broken the spell and made it seem less special. The other reason could very well have been because we both knew it was unaccepted and forbidden by convention, so we did not want to analyze it. Still, physical closeness that at times bordered on intimacy and good-natured jibes from her about me ogling, or being aroused by her, were commonplace between us. It was just how things had evolved with us since adolescence. It never felt unseemly or unnatural to me or Ashleigh; quite the opposite, in fact.
I was glad to be back in our warm car as Ashleigh drove us back home. The car was a blue 2003 Honda that our parents had bought us a couple of years previously as a birthday gift. We used it mainly to get to school and our respective jobs, although we occasionally squabbled over it when our schedules conflicted. Ashleigh had the radio turned up loud so I stared out of the window and didn't bother initiating any conversation.
Once we got home Ashleigh went straight up to her room with her bag of glass. I made a sandwich and poured myself a glass of pop. After I finished eating I went up to my room to download some music and play video games. Mom was busy outside in her flower garden and our dad was out somewhere, probably golfing. I could hear music coming from my sister's bedroom. About fifteen minutes later she wandered into my room. She sat down on the bed to my left, leaning back on her elbows.
"Whatcha doin'?" she asked.
"Checking out songs online," I told her.
Ashleigh grunted a reply, still holding her eyes on me. From the corner of my eye I looked at her tanned, lean legs and how her breasts rose from her chest, pushing out at her tank top. My cock was hard in seconds. I focused on the monitor's screen again, trying to ignore my sister and how sexy she was.
"If you're busy, I can go. I didn't mean to interrupt you," Ashleigh said.
"No, it's okay. I'm just killing time," I told her.
"I thought you might want to be alone so you could look at porn or something," she said, sounding somewhat serious.
"No," I snapped.
"I guess you would have at least closed your door then, so no one caught you jacking-off," she said with a giggle.
I turned and gave her an irritated glare.
"What? It's not like you're the only one who does it, Bryan. I always make sure my door's closed when I rub-off," Ashleigh said, sounding shameless.
I turned to her again, looking shocked.
"Come on. Don't looked so surprised. Did you think I never did that too?"
"I... I don't know. I've never thought about you like that, Ash," I said.
"Yeah... right," she scoffed. "If I weren't your sister, you'd jump me right now." She let out a brassy laugh.
"If I weren't your brother, you'd let me," I shot back.
The smug expression faded from Ashleigh's face and she raised an eyebrow. "Touché," she said, grinning.
I smiled and turned back to my computer, wondering how seriously to take my sister. I could feel the sexual tension in the air, but it was far from the first time I could when Ashleigh and I were alone. While around other people, especially our parents, we had an unspoken understanding to never do or say anything that might cause anyone to call into question the nature of our relationship, but when we were alone the conversations were often somewhat vulgar and full of innuendo.
"So, are you up for more beachcombing next weekend?" she asked.
"Sure, if the weather's nice," I said.
"You pussy! I can't believe you found it too cold today," she jeered.
"You didn't?" I countered, turning my head towards her.
"Okay, so it was a bit nippily out." Ashleigh smirked, darting her eyes down to her chest.
"I noticed," I replied, grinning.
"You noticed more than just that when you were picking up glass beside me. I thought your eyes were going to jump down the front of my top." My sister laughed hard, making her breasts quiver.
I shrugged, not bothered by her teasing. "No, it didn't look like there would have been enough room for them. It looked pretty crowded in there," I said as my eyes moved to her chest.
Ashleigh let out a soft laugh that I found very sexy. Her bright eyes had a playful glint to them that they always seemed to take on as our lewd banter escalated.
"I guess this top is kind of tight," she said, wiggling her shoulders a bit.
"Yeah..."
I was growing increasingly horny. If my sister noticed, she never acknowledged it. But she had probably assumed I was; that was her intention. These sorts of conversations with Ashleigh always made me horny and usually resulted in me masturbating once I was alone. At times I noticed her disappear into her room for a while after our ribald exchanges and I guessed that she was as turned-on as I was. Sometimes I would imagine her rubbing and fingering her wet pussy just down the hall in her room while I jerked off.
"Doesn't it look good on me?" Ashleigh's voice sounded coy and insecure.
