My sister and I have always been close. She's less than two years older than I and I have been hers since the day I was born. She didn't have to play with baby dolls because she had me. My mom had four kids in seven years, she was busy. The fact that Nan took me as her own made it easier on my mom. One of my earliest memories was about age three or four. Nan was carrying me like a baby across the living room. I was too heavy for her and she dropped me on the floor. She just said she was sorry and we continued to play baby. I didn't care and I didn't cry.
I was always a little naïve and she sheltered me. And I adored her. I went along with everything she said and waited on her hand and foot. As we grew older, we shared thoughts and ideas, but she still protected me. She got into trouble in high school, not big stuff, skipping, being late, not turning in assignments, but she never let me know what she was planning. That way, I couldn't be held accountable for her crimes.
Life wasn't real kind to her. She married her first high school love, after she tested the waters with others. He was an alcoholic, but gave her three great kids. She stayed with him for over 15 years before the divorce. Today the two older ones are married with kids of their own. The youngest is a freshman in college.
She's had lovers since her divorce. None of them really seemed to fit her. Andy was her last. He even gave her a ring. It ended when he wanted to move back to Florida. She couldn't leave her grand babies.
We've stayed close over the years. Sometimes, I have just felt moved to call her out of the blue, and she answers the phone, "Hello Michael." We always seem to know when we need each other.
It's never been physical or even remotely sexual. It's just been a connection.
Our older siblings have vacationed together for years. Our brother and sister have a connection similar to the one Nan and I have, and it's always been cool. Nan and I have been always been too poor to vacation, so we just call each other.
Finally, I had made enough money to take a vacation and to invite my sister to go with me. We chose Maui. We live in Indiana, about an hour from one another. We met at the airport in Indianapolis, boarded and flew to Atlanta, changed planes, flew to LA, changed planes, landed in Maui and bussed to the resort. We were exhausted and passed out in our respective bedrooms in the suite I had procured for us.
We had each been to Hawaii once before, separately. We knew we would love it. We spent the first few days just soaking the sun, walking on the beach, eating fine meals and checking out the small towns on Maui. We were going to be there for two weeks, so we weren't in a hurry to do it all. By the third day, we were tired. We decided to spend the evening in.
I secretly like chick flicks and date films. My guy friends don't know this and I won't ever tell them. Nan knows. We ordered room service and a romantic comedy on the widescreen TV. As the movie went on, Nan leaned into me as we sat on the couch. By the end, we were laying cuddled on the couch. It was perfectly natural.
"Do you remember," she asked, "when you griped to me how much you missed sex since Lisa left a couple years ago, and I said I was relieved not to have the responsibility of having to have sex with Andy?"
"Yes, I remember thinking that sex shouldn't be a responsibility."
"I guess that was the problem. And I have been quite happy since he has been gone. But weird stuff has been happening to me since we left Indiana." She was gently stroking my chest and snuggling into my neck. "I'm horny. I haven't been horny in years. Sex hasn't been fun since I was in my 20's. I couldn't figure out why I was horny now."
"I think it is you. I think I'm hot for you. That's sick and crazy, but it's true." Her hands were on my chest, on my neck and she looked deeply into my eyes.
"It's not sick. I have lusted after you for years. You are the reason I learned how to masturbate. I have lusted after you since we were teens."
"You learned how to masturbate because of me?"
