didn't want to be with anyone else.  She must have been having the same thoughts.  

  "I heard mom tell you to take care of me...and to stay out of trouble."  She said with a playful smile as she stared down at me.  "Promise you'll always take good care of me?"  She asked, suggesting that this was just the beginning.  I just nodded, still in a mild state of disbelief.  "I want to do the same for you..."  She went on.  "...I'll always take care of you...and make sure that you're happy."  I watched her fingers dance around the hem of her shirt.  I could see her confidence and trust growing by the second as she lifted it slowly.  "Starting today..."  I had seen her in a bikini a few times before over the summer, but this was different.  As she pulled her shirt up, slowly revealing herself to me, I could see how much she had changed in the few short months since.  She shook her hair free of it as she lifted the shirt over her head, revealing a light pink bra, cupping her pert breasts perfectly.  There were subtle little bumps where her nipples were.  I stared for a few seconds before meeting her eyes again.  

I stood up, stepping closer until her chest brushed mine, my fingers creeping over her hips.  She lifted herself up on her toes and met me as I leaned down to kiss her, my hand moving up over her bare back.  The kiss started out soft, more loving than passionate, but the passion builded steadily until we were lost in another amazing kiss.  It was what every kiss should be like, boiling over with love and lust together.  My other hand slipped down over the back of her skirt, and she lifted one leg, leaning into me as she curled it around mine.  My hand moved down under her thigh, and the other followed her.  

"Let's go back to my room."  She whispered into the kiss.  She leaned into me more, letting me lift her carefully until her legs were wrapped around my waist.  We never broke the kiss as I carried her up the stairs and into her room.  By the time we go there we were kissing so wildly, it was a wonder either of us could breathe.  "On the bed."  She said frantically, her lips never leaving mine.  I backed up to the bed and sat down, leaning back and pulling her down with me.  There was a little smacking sound as she sat up, straddling my waist.  

"Now...what was the first thing he said I did that made me so slutty?"  She asked with a little giggle.  She never talked like this, but I could tell that she enjoyed testing it.  I shrugged, staring up at her with a little smile.

"Well he only really hinted about how good you were going down on him."  I admitted.  It was such a turn-on the way her eyes lit up when I mentioned it.  She giggled, leaning over me again, pushing my shirt up over my chest as she ran her hands over me. 

"I've never done anything like that."  She confessed with another little giggle.  "But you're about to find out just how good I am."  She grinned wide, wiggling her hips as she scooted down my legs, pushing my shirt higher.  I lifted my arms to let her pull it over my head as she kissed down the side of my neck.  "Would you like that?"  She asked seductively.  I arched my neck, sighing a yes.  She was beginning to moan softly against my skin as she worked her way lower, still testing new words she had probably never even thought.  "Can I suck your cock?  I've wanted to for so long."  This was a new side of her that neither of us had ever seen.  I could tell she was loving it as much as I was.  She didn't wait for me to answer, and I don't think I could have if I wanted to.  I was speechless.

My breathing was shaky as her lips sunk lower, her tongue tracing a little line down to my belly button.  She had my pants undone easily.  I lifted my hips to let her tug them to my knees.  Never in my life had I been as hard as I was now.  She stopped kissing when she got to the waistband of my boxers.  She looked up at me with a devilish little smile as she curled her fingers beneath the waistband.  "I've never seen a real cock before..." she told me in her sweetest little voice.  It was obviously that she had just discovered her first little kink in dirty talk.  She went on, "I can't wait to taste it...to feel it against my tongue."  Her eyes were locked on mine as she tugged my boxers down to my knees and let me kick them to the floor.  "And then later..." she bit her bottom lip, hesitating as she continued to test more new words, her eyes still seductively on mine "...later...to feel it slipping into my tight little pussy."  She couldn't hide her smile.  Our stare didn't falter as she took my cock in her hand, running it softly up and down over the shaft.  She finally looked down at it, tentatively touching the tip with her tongue.  She licked her lips before stroking the underside of my shaft with her tongue, swirling it around the head when she reached it.  I leaned back further as she brushed her hair aside, wanting me to watch.  Her grip tightened just a bit as she continued stroking me.  I could feel her lips now making their way over the head, her tongue teasing more precum from the slit.  Slowly and carefully she sunk lower until her lips met her hand.  They were about half way down my shaft when she came back up, sucking lightly.  She began to bob her head slowly at first, concentrating hard as she sucked her first cock.  Her fingers slipped down and started kneading my balls gently, and her other hand took a lock of her hair, dragging it up and down the rest of my shaft where her lips couldn't reach.  She picked up the pace, her head bouncing faster and faster as she wrapped the lock of soft hair around me.  She must have been planning this all night.  

It wasn't long at all before I felt that familiar tingling spreading through my body.  "Sis...I'm...I'm close."  I warned her, but she didn't slow down.  She just moaned, sending a subtle vibration through my shaft.  "I'm...going...to...cum."  I warned her again just seconds before it happened.  Her lips tightened around me and she sucked hard as i thrust my hips forward uncontrollably.  I could feel my cock pulsing against her lips as I unloaded in her mouth.  She kept sucking, her lips tight around the head, coaxing every last drop out of me.  I could barely keep myself from falling back, but kept myself up on my elbows as she carefully pulled her lips from me, making sure she didn't spill a drop.  She smiled proudly up at me as she played with the cum in her mouth, moving it over her tongue before swallowing it.  

"Did I do good?!"  She asked excitedly, as if she'd just done something like paint a picture or bake a cake.  I lifted myself up, pulling her to me to kiss her.

"That was amazing...you did so good."  I kissed her again.  "Now it's your turn."  I smiled, patting the bed next to me.  Her eyes were immediately glazed over with lust again as she hurried to her back next to me.  I rolled over, kissing her more as one hand slipped up her thigh, disappearing under her skirt.  She was starting to moan again, which only turned me on more.  I did just as she had done and began kissing down her neck, slipping the straps of her bra down over her shoulders.  She arched her back and reached behind it, unhooking the bra and pulling it out of the way with surprising grace.  "Mmmm yes...suck my tits big brother."  She started with the dirty talk again as my lips closed over her little pink nipple.  Her tits were perfect.  There was no need for a bra to hold them up, they were so perky.  The nipples were like little pink pencil erasers.  I sucked each one happily, teasing them with my tongue.  As I moved lower I remembered the hand under her skirt.  My fingers crept between her legs, rubbing her through her panties.  She was getting wetter and wetter as I pulled the crotch aside, my finger touching her virgin slit for the first time.  My kisses moved lower and I lifted her skirt with one hand as one finger of the other slipped past her lips.  Her moans were growing louder and more frequent as I fingered her slowly.  

"Please don't stop...please...kiss it...kiss my pussy."  She begged, lifting her hips, trying to get my lips to move lower.  I lifted my head, smiling up at her as i pulled her panties down.  She was completely shaved, her lips so soft and bare.  "What do you think?"  She asked seductively.  "I shaved it this morning, just for you...do you like my little shaved pussy?"  She teased, knowing just how much I loved hearing her say these things that nobody has ever heard her say.  She had turned into a completely different girl.  

  I felt her fingers brushing through my hair, her nails lightly scratching my scalp as I lowered my head.  I kissed her little mound once, then lightly traced her slit with my tongue.  She was loving it, her petite hips lifting each time my lips would part from her.  I stroked her again with my tongue, letting it part her lips, her moans coaxing me on.  She lifted both feet onto the bed, spreading her legs wide for me.  Her tight pussy lips spread just slightly with them, and I reached up with one hand, parting them wider.  It didn't take long for me to find her clit with my tongue.  She was moaning uncontrollably now, her hips moving in little circles as my tongue teased her.  I started to really get into it, closing my lips over her mound, sucking her clit wildly, stopping every now and then to finger her for a few seconds before going back to lick and suck and kiss.  By the time she was ready to cum her fingers were twisted in my hair, pushing my face down between her legs begging me to eat her pussy.  With no warning at all, she was sent over the edge.  Her back arched and her hips began to buck, and I didn't stop until I sensed the swell of her orgasm fading.  She was soaked, and I did what I could to lick her clean.  By the time I finally looked back up at her face she was heaving, her naked chest rising and falling rapidly.

"Oh...my...god..." was all she could manage to say at first.  "That was so nice...I've never felt anything like that." She didn't have to try hard to make me proud.  I felt pretty good about giving her such a powerful orgasm.  "This is going to be such a good day."  She giggled, turning on her side as i lied down next to her.  

"Hopefully it will go on longer than a day!"  I laughed, leaning in to kiss her lips once.  "Can you imagine how much fun we'll have, now that we're so...close?"  it was the only word I could think of, but 'close' didn't do it justice.  We were more than close.  We were new best friends, suddenly passionately in love and giddy about it.  

"Hey...do you..." her eyes were wide and her voice was quiet again.  She bit her bottom lip, which I was really starting to love, and smiled slightly.  "...do you want to...to fuck me?"  Her sweet, innocent voice saying such naughty things sent a shock down my spine.  She was smiling wide, waiting for me to answer.  

"Yeah..." I whispered, nodding, "...yeah, if you want me to."  My smile was just as wide as hers.  The truth was that I had been thinking about nothing else all night.  It was always there in the back of my mind, but I never thought it would actually happen.  She nodded quickly and rolled closer to me, half lying on me now with one leg slung over mine.

"Yeah, I want you to...to fuck me." she whispered with an excited smile, toying with the word again as she leaded down, kissing me lightly.  She carefully moved herself over until she was lying on top of me.  My hand slipped back down, disappearing under her skirt again, moving over her perfect little ass, kneading it lightly as we began kissing again.  Her legs parted again as she sat up, lifting the front of her skirt from between us.  She was sitting directly over my cock, which was solid again.  "Does that feel nice?" she asked as she began rocking back and forth, my cock pressed between  us, her wet pussy lips hugging the shaft.  

"Hmm yes...so good."  I hissed, arching my back as she straddled me.  She pushed herself up onto her knees, unzipping the back of her skirt and tossing it aside.  With one hand she took my cock, soaked in her juices and began stroking softly.  She looked down, placing the head to her pussy lips.  Smiling sweetly, she looked up to my eyes.

"Ready?"  She didn't wait for an answer before lowering herself slowly onto me.  We both watched as the head parted her lips and sunk in slowly.  The shaft disappeared inch by inch as she carefully moved downward.  She closed her eyes, arching her head back and sighing loudly as I went deeper.  "Mmmmm god Evan you feel so...mmmm."  The movement stopped when we felt just a hint of resistance.  She closed her eyes tight and finished it, letting me take her virginity as she collapsed over me with a whimper.  I could feel her shivering for a few seconds as I hugged her tightly, knowing there was nothing to do but wait for the paint to subside.  I knew it was gone when she lifted her head from my chest and kissed me deeply.  She sat up enough to look straight into my eyes, the smile returning to her lips.  "I love you big brother..." she said so sweetly, "...now fuck me."  Her tone changed immediately, so full of lust as she began rocking her hips.  My hands went to them as she started to bounce, my cock sliding in and out easily.  You would have though we had been doing this for years, we moved so naturally together and in perfect synch.  Her pert little tits bounced with her as we picked up the rhythm, the room filled with our moans and sighs.  We both began to climax together quickly, and she started moaning things like "Mmmm yes!  Fuck me Evan!  Fuck your little slut sister!  Cum inside of me!"  And it didn't take much begging either.  Our bodies both began to shutter at the same time.  I thrust my hips up, burying my cock deep inside of her just as she came.  Less than a second later I was filling her pussy, thrust deep as i came with her.  

She collapsed again, her warm breasts heaving against my chest, our breathing sharp and rapid together.  We lied there, catching our breath, my arms wrapped tight around her until we were both calm enough to speak again.  

We both blurted out "I have the best brother in the world." and "I have the best sister in the world." simultaneously.  Together we lied there, naked with each other, kissing and talking about how things were going to be so different now, thinking of all the things that were left to discover together. 

 

 

atching.  For some reason I had the idea that she exaggerated the movement in her hips as she was walking up, and didn't care to flatten the back of her skirt down, letting it bounce enough for me to see up it from down below...almost like she was doing it just for me.  I kept seeing an image of her on the bed, sitting there with her legs crossed, her skirt lifted just enough for me to steal a peek at her panties.  It's like I could close my eyes and see it vividly.  Like I said, she must have known what I was thinking, because any time I would have one of these flashbacks she would smile or wink.  And it wasn't the same innocent smile she's always had, not to me anyway.  

All night we were at it, teasing and flirting as carefully as we could.  Every time we passed she would reach out with just the tips of her fingers, dragging them over my hip or across my back, so secretively that my parents never had a clue. Under the dinner table I could feel her toes playing with mine.  What sent me over the edge was during dinner when she excused herself to get some dressing from the fridge.  From our dining room you can see into the kitchen, and I watched her the whole time.  She knew it, too.  Our parents' backs were to the kitchen, so she could do anything she wanted, knowing only I would see.  Each move she made was so playfully seductive.  At the fridge, she bend at the waist, reaching behind her as she looked over her shoulder and made eye contact with me.  It was amazing how she could suddenly mix her innocence with sexuality, and the smile she gave me was the perfect example.  Still bent over, she took the hem of her skirt and lifted it slowly, higher and higher until her panties were almost completely exposed, black boyshorts with white lace trim.  She had changed them just to tease me.  Her little smile widened and she bit her bottom lip as she took tiny steps sideways, spreading her legs just a few more inches.  All I could do was sit and stare, feeling my pants tighten around my waist.  I watched, trying to look calm, taking in the sexiest sight I've ever seen.  Did I already mention my sister's ass?  In all my life, I've never seen better.  I couldn't take it anymore, I had to excuse myself.  I hurried into the kitchen, watching her smile grow as I got closer.  She didn't stand up until she felt my hand on her ass.  It felt just as amazing as it looked.  I kicked the door to the fridge closed as I pulled her aside, into a corner of my kitchen out of sight from the dining room.

"What are you doing?!" I whispered with a wide grin as I lead her back until I was against the countertops, pulling her close to me.  I didn't wait for an answer, leaning down and kissing her passionately right there.  She hungrily kissed back, running her nails up the back of my shirt.  She finally broke the kiss and took a small step back, shaking her head and trying to suppress her giggles.

"No, we can't do this." She whispered back.  "Not yet, anyway.  Let's wait 'til tomorrow when they're gone.  With a little hesitation, I agreed.  

With the exception of a few more seemingly innocent smiles, light touches, and casual flirting, nothing else happened that night.  Our parents were so pleased at how well we were getting along.  I got maybe two hours of sleep all night.  I kept fighting with urges to get up and sneak into her room, or sitting up every time I heard a noise, thinking she finally gave in and decided to sneak into mine.  Neither of us ever left our beds, though.  I had finally drifted off and was awoken in the morning to a tapping on my door.  It opened slowly as I sat up, coming to my senses quickly.  It was my mom.

"Your sister isn't feeling well, so she's staying home today.  You take good care of her, and remember you're supposed to be being punished.  There are leftovers in the fridge that you can have for lunch.  I'll see you tonight."  And with that, we had the house to ourselves.  I didn't want to seem over excited, so I stayed in bed a while longer.  When I got up, I didn't go looking for my sister right away.  I took my time getting showered and dressed, paying much more attention than usual to parts of my body I never payed attention to.  She had obviously done the same.  When I went downstairs I found her in the living room, blankly flipping through channels.  As I stepped around the corner of the couch, I noticed the touch of extra makeup that she had put on.  I could tell she had taken some extra time with her hair, too.

"Not feeling well?" I asked with a little smirk as I sat down next to her.  She looked back with the same playful smirk.

"I just didn't feel like going to school today."  She shrugged, smiling sweetly as she scooted a little closer, dropping the remote next to her.  "I just thought it would be nice to spend some time with my brother, now that we're getting along so well."

"I like it better this way, don't you?"  I asked, scooting a few inches closer.  She just nodded, biting her bottom lip again as she stared up at her, her bright eyes every bit as innocent as they were before this all started.  What happened next was the last thing I expected.  She started crying.  I nearly panicked, throwing my arms around her and pulling her to me as I tried to comfort her, figuring that she was feeling guilty for the day before.  I started babbling on about how sorry I was, how I felt that she only kissed me and teased like that because she thought I wanted her to, how we didn't have to do anything like that again.  To that, she sat up straight, shaking her head, wiping her eyes.

"No...no it's not that."  She said, swallowing hard.  "It's not...I don't feel bad about that at all...I loved it!"  Her little laugh was the end of her crying, but there was still a single tear stuck to her cheek.  "I really loved it!  I'm crying because I'm happy.  I'm just so glad that we're not fighting anymore.  I finally have the brother I've always wanted, instead of the...the old you!"  She laughed again.  She was right, it was nice to suddenly have a sweet, trusting, loving little sister instead of the bitchy little brat from a few days ago.  It's amazing how quickly things can change.  Her next sentence was another bombshell.

"I...I think I want to try some of those things..."  She started, looking down to her lap as she flattened her skirt over her thighs nervously. "...some of those things that guy said I did to him.  Only I don't want to with him..."  She looked back up at me with a little smile creeping back across her lips.  "...but with..."  She never finished telling me who she wanted to experiment with, but I had little doubt who she was talking about.  She turned on the spot, scooting closer again quickly and lifting herself up to kiss me.  Within seconds she was on my lap again and we were kissing wildly.  When we broke the kiss and she leaned back, the innocence in her eyes now mixed with one of the most lustful looks I've ever seen told me that I was in for the start of something amazing.

(To be continued again...Part 3 coming immediately)

p; I didn't think it was right that she was treated like royalty just because she was the baby.  Our dad must have had a disease that prevented him from saying no to her.  I thought she was spoiled. 

    I was a senior and one of the liberal-minded, artsy, hipster-types (those are her words).  The way she would describe me, she makes it sound like I walk around in a baret with a pencil moustache reciting poetry...way off.  I guess that's what you get when you would rather spend Friday night at a tiny club watching tiny bands play wierd music than going    to the football game.  Forgive me if I sound full of myself, but I had my share of offers from girls you wouldn't expect to like a guy like me.  I wasn't bad looking.  At the time, I was tall and thin...almost lanky, with dark blonde hair with a touch of red, blue eyes, and always fit right in at those tiny clubs with the college kids...no surprise I didn't fit in at high school.

    She was a freshman, popular, extremely pretty (it runs in the family), captain or president of every team or club she was a part of, and every teacher's favorite.  Although we never spent a weekend night together, I knew she could take her activities straight from the party to the church.  She was a very good girl.  That's why it came as a shock when I overheard a new kid talking about her during my Honors Chemistry class.  He was going on and on about things he claimed she had done to him at a party over the weekend.  I knew he was full of it for two reasons: 1. she has never gone past kissing (I have my sources) and would never look twice at a guy like him.  2. She was out of town with my parents all weekend. 

    Class ended, and before we could get three steps into the hallway he was on the ground, his back against the locker with blood gushing from his nose, covering the bottom half of his face, and staining his white shirt red.  My sister and I may not get along, but that doesn't mean I'll sit and listen to a meat head jackass smear her name.  After a lenghty discussion with the principal, I was sent home from school early and suspended for the rest of the week.  So there I was, sunken into the couch in front of the TV, waiting for my parents to come home and deliver the rest of my punishment.  

    You would have thought a cannon went off the way I jumped when the doorbell rang.  Turning to look over the back of the sofa, I saw the silhouette of my sister through the frosted glass window in the front door.  She didn't have cheerleading practice that day, and she was going to ride home with me after school.  She had to walk home.  I jumped from the couch and raced to unlock the door for her, afriad I was about to face one of her looks she gives you when she's upset...the kind that could wilt a flower in seconds.  I let the door swing open and stepped aside to give her room to come in.  Silently, she stepped through the doorway and stopped right in front of me.  You could have heard a needle drop on a pillow upstairs.  I didn't know whether or not she had heard why I couldn't give her a ride.  I didn't know if she was upset.  Sometimes she is so impossible to read.  We just stood there, me with my back to the door like someone was holding a knife to my chin, and her less than a step in front of me, her shoulder inches from my chest.  I felt a breeze sneak in from outside, carrying her scent straight up to me.  That's one thing I've always loved about her...she always smells so sweet.  Without making a sound, she turned on the spot so she was facing me.  The top of her head was level with my lips, her dark red hair pushed back behind her ears, one stray curl hanging down over one of her bright green eyes.  I opened my mouth to speak, but got cut off half way through the word "sorry". 

    "You don't have to apologize."  She interrupted, her voice barely above a whisper.  "I heard about...that you were sent home early."  She seemed almost sad.

    "I'm sorry you had to walk home from school."  I finished my apology anyway, wondering if she knew why I was sent home.  "They said I wasn't allowed on campus until my susp..."  She cut me off again.

    "Why did you do that?"  She asked, finally looking up from my chest.  She had been examining the dot of the i in the middle of a word printed on my shirt or something.  As we made eye contact, I couldn't help but notice there was a look there that I'd never seen.  I had no idea what to make of it.  

    "Why did I say I'm sorry?  Because I am.  I knew you didn't have practice..."  Once again, she stopped me.

    "You know what I'm talking about.  Why did you stick up for me like that?  We've never been friends.  I've never done anything nice for you.  You don't even like me!"  Her voice cracked like she was about to cry, but she fought it off well.  I was stunned.  Did she really think it was nice that I had probably broken a kid's nose?  Did she really think I didn't like her?!  The look in her eyes suggested that she felt worse than I did.

    "You don't really think that, do you?"  I asked, and was pleased that I sounded every bit as sincere as I meant to.  "You're my sister!  I love you, and not just because I have to."  The last two words came out with a forced laugh.

    "Well...thanks."  Her voice went soft again.  "I really mean it...and I love you too."  With that, she stepped forward, placed a hand on each of my shoulders, made herself as tall as she could and kissed me lightly on the cheek.  She dropped down from her tippy toes and let her hands slip down my chest lightly and smiled the sweetest smile I've ever seen, then walked away leaving the spot on my cheek burning.

   I stood there motionless for what seemed like minutes, trying to figure out what the hell had just happened.  Seconds later in reality, I swung the door closed and rushed to the foot of the stairs, trying to catch her.  I wanted to hear what she had heard.  I stopped at the bottom of the stairs and looked up.  She was near the top, and from where I was, I had a view that any guy in the school would pay good money to have.  With each step she took, the back of her maroon skirt (part of the uniform for our school) bounced up just enough for me to catch a glimpse of her baby blue panties.  I had a thing for a cute girl's butt in a pair of nice fitting panties, and had just realized that my sister was no exception.  I'd always known that she was a gorgeous girl...petite, soft pale skin, long slender legs, her curves were subtle where they should be subtle, and obvious where they should be obvious.  I would often find myself slipping into a bit of a trance while staring at her shoulders in a tank top or her hips in a pair of low-rise jeans, but this was the first time I had ever felt my pulse quicken from looking at her. 

    She reached the landing and turned down the hallway toward her room.  As I rushed up the stairs, I fought with images of her panties that kept flashing through my mind.  I could still see vividly the soft curve of the tiny portion of her ass that wasn't covored by them, the way her skirt moved and then what I could see under it.  I tried to force these images out of my mind, and as I reached the top of the stairs I had forgotten why I was following her in the first place.  I hurried down the hall anyway and found the door to her bedroom half way open.  I took a tiny step past her doorway and tapped on the door.  "Busy?"  She was sitting on the corner of her bed flipping through a text book.  I must have startled her because she jumped when i spoke.  She sat up straight and looked over her shoulder at me.  That same sweet smile from before crept onto her lips as she clapped the textbook closed.  "Not a bit!"  She suddenly sounded happy, almost excited.  Tossing the book onto her desk, she scooted back on her bed enough to pull her legs up and spin herself around, crossing her legs and folding her hands in the lap of her skirt to push it down between them, but not before my eyes instinctively darted down and caught another glimpse of the baby blue material between her legs.  They darted back up to meet her eyes quickly.  Either she hadn't noticed, or did and was afraid to say anything.  Or maybe she just didn't mind?  I tried to force the image out of my head again as I stepped into her room.  "Sit!" she patted the bed in front of her, still smiling.  I obeyed, kicking my shoes off before scooting to the place she had saved for me.  Crossing my legs, I mirrored her, my hands folded in my lap. 

   "Something's different"  I began.  It turned into what was probably the first real conversation we had ever had.  We talked about why we had always been so bitter toward each other.  We couldn't find a reason.  She told me how bad she felt when she heard that I had gotten myself into trouble because of her, and that's when her thoughts of me started to change.  We talked about how neigher of us really ever disliked the other.  I found out that she actually looked up to me, and she found out that I secretly wished we were closer.  It turned out to be a very nice little chat.  During it all, we each made subtle movements with no real intentions.  By the end of the talk our knees were touching.  She began touching my knee when she would laugh or nudging my shoulder playfully when the conversation would get less serious.  After one of these moments, her expression suddenly went from a laugh to deathly serious.  She leaned forward, her elbows on her knees.

   "You know I've never done anything like that, right?  I mean...the things he was saying?  I've barely even kissed a guy!  And that was only just when..."  This time I cut her off.

   "I know I know I know" I interjected, laughing.  "I know what you're like...and even if you have done things like that, I know you never would with a guy like him."

   "Why are you being so nice to me all of a sudden?  You're actually kinda...sweet!"  The giggle that came with the last word was what made me almost forget she was my sister.

   "Sweet?  Me?"  I replied playfully, wrinkling my nose.  "And look who's saying it!"

   "What?!  I can't decide who's sweet and who isn't?"  By now I was copying her again, leaining forward with my hands cupping my chin, elbows on my knees, our noses inches apart.  "And so what if I think you are...does that change anything?"  Her words were coming out less playful now.

    "Well yeah...I always thought you saw me as a...I don't know...boring, grouchy, geeky, older brother."  I shrugged, my eyes locked on hers.  "Does it change things now that you think that?  She nodded her head, a little smile creeping across her lips.

    "Let's stay like this, k?  I mean, like closer...I like you better this way."  Her voice was getting softer as she spoke.  She leaned forward just enough for me to notice.

   "You too" was all I said, almost whispering now.  I let myself slip just a bit aswell, our noses almost touching.

    Before either of us could say anything else, our lips brushed.  Just gently at first, barely enough to notice, but then we both moved again.  My lips parted, moving over hers just as she opened hers to receive me.  The kiss was so soft, and our lips fit together so perfectly, like two pieces of a puzzle.  Her hands slipped from her chin and I felt her fingers creeping across my cheeks.  Her touch send a spark down my spine and I could feel goosebumps popping up on my arms as I let one hand move to caress her back.  My fingers traced her jaw until they disappeared behind her ear and into her hair.  With each little movement the kiss grew more passionate, my tongue tracing her bottom lip as i closed my lips around it.  Within seconds we were kissing like we'd been longing to do this for years.  Her quiet moans and my quiet sighs begian to fill the room.  She tried to scoot closer, but our knees touched, blocking her.  Uncrossing her legs, she slipped forward and onto my lap, my free hand guiding her up until she was straddling me, our bodies pressed together.  The goosebumps disappeared immediately as she began to roll her hips, grinding ever so gently against mine.  Her chest was pressed against mine, moving with her rhythm.  I responded, lifting my hips as much as i could, grinding back, the bulge in my pants hidden under her skirt as it kneaded against the crotch of her panties. 

    As our moans and sighs grew louder and less controlled, we both knew that things had definitely changed.  Neither of us were ready to stop.  My fingers began working on the top button of her shirt.  At the same time, I could feel her fingers tugging at the top button of my jeans.  Suddenly my heart dropped as the sound of the garage door opening broke the kiss.  I leaned back, eyes wide, my breathing rapid and harsh as I stared directly into her eyes.  I was waiting for her to start rambling on about how wrong this was and that we should never thing of it again.  Her eyes were just as wide as mine, and her breathing just as fast. 

   "I'm skipping school tomorrow to stay home with you, is that okay?" She blurted out, her words rushed as she hastily buttoned her shirt back up.  I nodded quickly in disbelief as she scooted back and off of my lap.  "Act natural, they won't suspect a thing" she said as she scooted off the bed.  I was speechless and unable to move I was so shocked.  She began to leave the room but stopped, leaning across the bed, "Oh...and I love you." she said with a wicked little smile, leaving me with one last kiss on the lips.

 
(To be continued...)