Editor's Note: story contains nonconsentual content (sleeping sex).
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My sister Janet didn't believe me and laughingly said so!
I thought it strange she could be so cheerful considering the circumstances; we were at a funeral after all. But no, she didn't believe I could return to the same Greek Island for the same two weeks, (the last week of April and first of May) staying at the same hotel in the same room for 14 consecutive years and that this year would be my fifteenth trip. She was sure that there was a woman out there who was the reason for what for she had always considered my mysterious behaviour and now, due to this sudden change in her circumstances she cheerfully announced that she was determined to find out.
I'd never like my brother in law; he was a negative and spiteful man who nagged and complained about everything my sister did. They lived separate lives and had no children but they shared one common interest; both were passionately interested in horses; my sister in the sort you ride on and my brother in law the kind you bet on. Both sorts are frightfully expensive but they were both well qualified with successful careers and their economy could easily support their interests.
A sudden death always brings sorrow though I have long suspected that most often the feelings of sorrow are for oneself and not the deceased and so when my brother In-law died suddenly my concern was solely for my big sister.
But I needn't have worried; She bounced quickly back after the first shock and already during the funeral was seemingly the same cheerful sister I had always known. After all these years as my big sister she was sure she could still read me like a book and now because of her new circumstances she could devote more time to me, her only living relative, her younger brother.
Well, she may have been able to read me like a book but there were chapters in that book a big sister should absolutely not read! But as she said that I was glad she cared enough to try. The funeral and her financial matters were quickly sorted out and three days before my annual trip she announced that she would accompany me to Greece where the truth would be revealed.
The truth was fairly mundane. I was a passionate wildlife photographer; Orchids were my speciality and returning to my Greek island with it's over one hundred different species was an obvious choice for someone interested in photographing all of Europe's orchids. After just a couple of trips I had fallen in love with the island and its people.
As befits a decision maker with a career in higher management my sister had already involved herself in the details of my trip. I was tempted to call it interfering but was glad she had something to keep her mind off the recent events and before I knew it she had upgraded the Suzuki jeep I always hired to something bigger. Her discussion with my good friend Michael, the somewhat bemused hotel owner about the beds in my room had left him also wondering what was going on.
Come to that, I was also wondering what was going on and later, when after an uneventful journey we arrived at my "home from home" the Aegean Hotel I was surprised to find that we were both shown to my usual room in the quiet old wing of the hotel. My surprise was complete when I saw that the familiar divan and my double bed had been replaced by a sofa and two singles'.
Janet had decided we would be sharing a room but, as I will explain, this was not to be the first time.
As I said before, my sister felt she could read me like a book. Well, the circumstances of her taking charge of me and my life, of arranging for the two beds to be placed in my room reawakened the feeling of being a younger brother and opened pages in my subconscious that had kept concealed and unread for more than 30 years. Those pages must I felt, remain unread by her. It was a case of bad conscience caused by things I had done as a boy.
We lost our parents when she was 22 and I was 18. It was sudden, a road accident; there were no close relatives and Janet was thrown into the task of managing our affairs and bringing me up. This was no doubt the training that later led her into merchant banking.
We lived together in a flat that Janet rented from the bank who employed her. The family home was too big for us to manage but fortunately our finances were secure. We were naturally enough thrown together in a close relationship and the six years between us were no hindrance for that closeness. As any other teen boy I was aware of my sisters and indeed all women's sexuality and my curiosity led to my spying on Janet with every opportunity.
Often, as we lay together in the dark, each in our single bed separated by just an arms-length of darkness, I would stutteringly ask her to explain the embarrassing questions that puberty causes. She was both kind and very matter of fact; a penis was a "cock" or "your prick" and sexual intercourse was often referred to as "having it off" or even "shagging."
When one night she had fallen asleep and my question received no answer I had, with the unassailable logic of the sexually frustrated, swung my legs out of my bed and kneeling beside hers had found out for myself.
I had wondered how soft a breast could be and how I should go about caressing one. I seem to remember I had asked some girl to the cinema and must have thought I was in with a chance of feeling her breasts but now my sister had gone to sleep without answering my embarrassed question and I had no way of finding out; or had I?
It was pitch dark, indeed that was the only condition my sister stipulated if I was going to ask her young boy questions and indeed the darkness was also that which enabled me to reveal my doubts and worries to her. The only light was from the gaps around the door so I could only just make out the outline of my sleeping sister under the bedcovers. I couldn't see enough!
Somehow still thinking coherently I stood up and sneaked from her bed and opened the door a fraction letting some in some light from the hall before I sneaked round to her bedside and knelt again. I was going to feel a woman's breast!
I was petrified. I lifted the corner of her duvet and slipped my hand cautiously into the warmth radiating from her sleeping body. Moving silently, I slowly inched my hand towards her side but bumped into her with my outstretched fingers. I froze, expecting her to wake. I realised she was laying on her back so I would be able to feel both her breasts. I felt the cloth of her nightdress and moving gently felt her ribs under my fingers.
