The path was overgrown. What once was a clear trail was now weed choked. The forest had reclaimed it.
Chad sighed as he picked his way through the tangled mess. It had been eight years since he had last been here. He found it hard to believe that the path had disappeared so fast. Fleeting like his childhood had been.
From behind him came a crash and several curses. Shaking his head Chad turned to regard his twin sister Chrissie. He had hoped to sneak away to the old fort that him and an old friend, Jason, had built when they were eight. Well that their fathers had built for them. They had spent two years in that tree house fort, and Chad had wanted to relive his memories alone. Unfortunately his sister had other ideas.
"Why the hell did you guys have to have this thing built way out here in B.F.E. for, anyways?" Chrissie bitched. Chrissie was always bitching it seemed to Chad. She was developing into one of those type of girls.
As she worked her way out of the bramble patch she had blindly stepped into, he shook his head at her chose of clothing. Where he had worn blue jeans and an old t-shirt, she had on a thin baby blue halter top, white shorts that were way too short exposing most of her long legs to the brambles, and weeds of the path, and white tinnies shoes. She had a ball cap on her head with her hair pulled through the back of it in a pony tail.
He had to admit though, that she did look nice in that outfit. Though they were damn near identical, there were some differences. While they both had blond hair, his was shaggy and cut short, while hers was long and smooth as silk. His face was rough, and sharp as if cut from granite, while hers had smoother, and softer features. They were both tall, though he stood two inches higher the she did. All in all, she got the better deal he thought.
"You didn't have to come," Chad replied as he pushed a branch out of his way. "Hell, I didn't even want you to come anyways."
"Oh right, like I was going to hang around those two the whole afternoon," she spat back. "All they ever talk about is business anymore. My god it gets old," she griped as she pulled yet another branch that had gotten snagged on her shirt away. Their parents were software geniuses and were always discussing work.
"It may be boring to you, but you wouldn't have all those outfits you would die without, or that new car they are getting you tomorrow," Chad said over his shoulder to her.
"Thats true I suppose," Chrissie agreed. Their eighteenth birthday was today, and Chrissie was very exited about that, or at least she was exited about the car she was going to get tomorrow. Chad on the other hand wished that their birthday wouldn't come, for that was when he would be sent away. Away from his family, friends, his life, and his sister.
Chad's parents had decided to send him to an all boys privet school in England. Though he would be able to return for some holidays, he would be gone the greater part of four years. The school would train him to be an adult, to enter the world. Basically that meant his childhood was over. Thus the reason for this trip. He wanted to come visit the spot where his favorite childhood memories were. The tree house fort.
"Hey, is that it, Chad?" Chrissie asked.
Chad looked up in surprise. He had been so lost in thought that he hadn't realized how far they had gone. He recognized the spot right off. The tree was thicker and taller than the other trees near-by. Boards had been nailed onto the tree bark at two foot intervals. Up into the branches he could just make out the bottom of the old tree fort.
"Yeah, thats it alright," he smiled. He stood there just looking up into the branches as his memory replayed hours upon hours of war games, and pirate games Jason and he had played as kids. How he would give anything to go back to those days.
"Well, we going up?" Chrissie asked as she went to the tree.
"Hold up, Chris," Chad said. "Let me go first. I want to make sure it hasn't rotted through before you try it."
Chrissie gave him an odd look, but stepped back. "What ever you want, Chad."
Chad reached out both hands to grip the bottom board, and tugged experimentally on it. It seemed to be sound. "Well, here goes nothing," he said. Taking a deep breath, he started climbing the wooden steps, testing each one carefully. If they could hold his weight, then they would easily hold his sisters. He then reached the trap door at the bottom of the fort. He pushed it open and climbed inside.
He was disappointed in the discovery of how small it was now. It also wasn't nearly as grand as he remembered it to be. "I guess you really can't go back," he said to himself.
"Hey up there. Can I come up?" a voice drifted up through the trap door.
"One sec," he shouted back. He proceeded to walk the floor, stomping here and there to check for rot. He felt a sense of pride. The fort was still sound. "It's safe. Come on up"
Almost before the words were out of his mouth, Chrissie's head popped into view. He hated to say it, but damn that girl could climb.
"It's a lot smaller than I thought it would be," she said.
Chad suppressed the urge to cuss her and replied "Well, it was built when I was a lot smaller, but yeah. It is small in here."
Chad went to the far corner of the fort, and pressed up on a section of the ceiling exposing another opening to the roof. Holding onto the sides he pulled himself up through the opening. He then felt relief. The view was just as spectacular as he remembered it to be. The branches where thinner up here allowing for quite the view.
"A hand please," Chrissie's voice came from below.
Chad turned and helped pull her through the opening. Chrissie's face was filled with awe. She looked this way and that and finally said "WOW!" Chad agreed with her there.
"Jason and I use to lay for hours up here when we weren't playing war games or what not. Sometimes we pretended to be spies, or we would just look at the clouds. Once there was a bird's nest on that branch there," Chad pointed to a branch off to the side. "We loved watching the young birds trying to fly."
Chad stood looking around for a moment letting the memories cover him, then he took off his shirt and laid down on the roof using the shirt as a pillow. As he looked up at the clouds above, Chrissie sat down beside him.
"It is so peaceful up here," she said quietly. "Thank you for showing it to me."
"Your welcome," he replied glossing over the fact he didn't have a choice in the matter. If the truth be told, he was glad she came. They had very little time left before he would leave and he did want to spend as much of it with her as he could. Lately it has almost been painful when he was away from her. "I am going to miss you sis," he finally said.
He heard her inhale sharply. "You mean that?" she asked. "I thought you hated me following you around."
Chad closed his eyes and smiled. "Sometime it bugs me, but I do want to spend some time with you before I go. I have never been that far from you before, and I guess it scares me a little."
He heard her lie down beside him. "Yeah, it scares me a little too," she said. Then with a cry she threw herself on him hugging him close. "I am going to miss you also. It isn't fair, separating us like this."
Chad put his arms around her holding her close as he felt her sobbing. It took him a minute to realize that something was odd. He opened his eyes to see that she had removed her top, and was wearing only her bra.
Quickly sitting up, he pulled himself away from his sister. "Where the hell's your shirt?" he yelled.
Startled by his reaction, Chrissie stopped crying. "What the hell is your problem. You took you shirt off, and I wanted to feel the breeze, and sun up here also."
"But your a girl," Chad stammered. He had seen his sister in a bra before, but it had been awhile, and there was a lot more in that bra now then there had been back then. He couldn't seem to take his eyes off of those rising mounds that the bra barley seemed to contain. How had he never noticed how big those things were. They looked so smooth, and perky. He started wondering what they felt like, and felt a movement in his pants. "She is you sister, you pervert!" he thought to himself.
"So what," she replied back. "I am wearing a bra, and that is basically what a bikini is."
"There is a huge difference between a bikini top, and a bra," Chad answered. "A bra is way sexier for one." Suddenly realizing what he said he started blushing, and the twitching in his pants became stronger. He was shocked that he could become aroused by his own sister.
"Oh, so you think I am sexy now?" she asked.
"Thats not what I meant," Chad hastily replied. "I just meant that you shouldn't be around boys in your bra."
Chrissie got a sly gleam in her eyes that Chad recognized. Since they were children, they have always been competitive with each other. Always trying to out do, or embarrass the other. Chrissie reached behind her and quickly unclasped her bra allowing it to fall free from her chest.
Chad felt his heart start pounding as he looked at the first real live boobs he had ever seen. They were more than his hands could cover and each had a little nipple that seemed to be begging to be suckled. Feeling a full blown erection in his pants, Chad quickly turned his back to his sister.
"Stop it, Chrissie," he demanded. "This is so wrong."
"Why?" she asked. "Are you afraid of me?" she teased.
