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Family Honor
by PunkyGirl04
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“You know, Mom is going to kill you,” Kaylee said.

I dropped my chin to my chest by way of acknowledgment then winced from the pain in my left wrist. I glanced down at it and marveled once again at the sight. My forearm was covered in a plaster-of-Paris cast reaching from just below my elbow to just below the knuckles of my hand. My thumb protruded from the thick white plaster but I knew it wouldn't mean much. I still had my fingers, and my thumb, but they were useless. I wouldn't be typing at the computer anytime soon, not with my left arm so crippled.  

“I don't understand you sometimes, you know?” my sister said in frustration when I remained silent. “If anyone had told me you were the type of person to get in a fight yesterday, I'd have guessed they were high or something! What were you thinking?”

Having my older sister scold me like that stung. I'd done it for her, after all. I would have thought she would be thanking me. Instead she seemed angry. I shot her a look of pure, unadulterated teenage immaturity and said, “I just told you! He was making fun of you, spreading lies! Really mean lies! And he wouldn't stop!”

Kaylee rolled her big, beautiful green eyes and laughed. “So what, you hit him? Some freshman boy I don't even know talks shit about me and suddenly you're Bruce Lee? Come on, Cole! What really happened?”

That's when I realized she didn't believe me. But everything I had told her about my fight at school had been true. Zack Tanner had called my older sister, who attended the same high school as a junior, a slut. He had called my beloved sister a slut. In front of my friends. In front of everybody. He hadn't stopped at that, either. He'd gone on to say she was fucking half the Senior class, both male and female, and that she had once given eight different guys blow-jobs at a party on the same night. I couldn't let that pass.

Unfortunately for me he'd said all that during a confrontation in a stairwell. I ended up getting one good hit in before he opted to push me rather than hit me back. His push had sent me sprawling down a flight of stairs. That was why I was currently in the emergency room of the nearby hospital with a cast around my arm.

“It's what happened, I swear,” I whispered. I felt cold in my paperish hospital gown, sitting in the small room. I felt naked. I would have cried except there was no way I wanted my sister to see me so emotional. I wasn't a little boy anymore. I was almost a man, almost fifteen. A freshman at Eleanor Roosevelt High. Boys my age didn't cry. 

She read my expression and when she spoke again her tone had softened. “They're just words. High school is like that, Cole. There'll be rumors about you before long, just you wait. Do you expect me to sucker punch every girl who tells me tomorrow I have a psychopath for a little brother?”

Her grin was infectious. Even though I cracked a smile I refused to follow her line of logic. I said, “It's different for guys. I can't let assholes like Zack go around saying that kind of stuff about you. You wouldn't believe the things he said, Kaylee.”

She rolled her eyes again. “Uhm, I've been in high school for three years now. Believe me, I know the things people say. You think I don't know what's written about me on the boys' room walls? I laugh about that stuff with my friends, Cole! I don't start fights because of them!”

This revelation stunned me. I had always assumed she had no idea what kind of messages were written about her in pencil, and sometimes marker, in the boys' rooms of the high school we both attended. I'd spent my first five months there erasing all the nasty messages about her from the walls at Eleanor Roosevelt High. Using a thick black magic marker I'd blocked out such messages as, “Kaylee Stevenson loves sucking cock!” or “Kaylee, a Junior, will do it with anyone!”. Her cell phone number or AOL Instant Messenger screenname was often included with this graffiti. I'd gotten used to going to the bathroom and scanning the stalls for messages about her and then using my marker to block them out. I had thought all that was secret, stuff I could protect her from. Now she was saying she knew all along.

“Cole, listen,” she said. She had an earnest expression on her pretty face. “It doesn't matter. None of that matters, okay? I don't care what people say about me. Neither should you.”

She was right. In my heart, I knew she was right. But Zack had repeated those rumors and lies out loud, to my face. How could I not have retaliated? How could I not have slugged him? She was my sister, dammit!

I looked back down at my broken wrist. I didn't breathe and didn't say a word.

“You're going to be suspended,” she said, her voice soft and breathy. “Five days, no classes, no make-up on homework or tests. You'd be lucky to get C's this marking period, now. What's that going to do to your grade point average, huh? Do you really think you can still get into Harvard or Yale on scholarship with substandard grades? Do you?”

I groaned audibly. “I wasn't thinking about that! You're my sister, Kay! If someone says something like that about you I can't just let it slide!”

She had been sitting in a wire-frame chair next to the door of the hospital room. Now she stood up. She had a sad look on her face as she approached me. When she reached out one of her long, slender arms to push my hair out of my eyes I didn't think of stopping her. Our eyes locked.

“Cole,” she said, “you can't risk your future on account of me. Never again. Okay? You need the scholarships and you can get them. You'll ruin all that if you keep trying to be my knight in shining armor. I can take care of myself. I don't care what people say about me, okay?”

There was nothing I could do but nod my head. She always had that effect on me, an ability to remind me that she was the older sister and I was the younger brother. 

The door to the room opened. A very tall man in a very long white coat was studying a chart. My sister and I were both looking at him when he said, “It's a minor fracture, nothing to be concerned about. Keep the cast on and bring him back for another evaluation in two weeks. After that...”

His voice trailed off. He'd been so entranced by the chart that he hadn't realized there were only teenagers in this room. After a soft cough he glanced back at the chart, then back at us, and he said, “I need to speak with your parents. Or parent.”

Kaylee and I both grinned.

Our father died when I was 2-years-old and Kaylee was 4-years-old. Neither of us had any memories of him outside of the photographs our mom kept around the house. She had never remarried and her absence at times like these wasn't unusual for us. They always were for outsiders, though.

Kaylee said, “Our mother is in Florida, sir. I'll be bringing Cole home. He's my brother and he's in my care.”

The doctor eyed us for a moment. Finally he checked his watch and glanced at me. “I'm prescribing two aspirin, twice a day, for the pain. I don't think anything stronger is warranted. And you need to be back for a check-up two weeks from now, April 26th.”

“How long will I have the cast?” I blurted.

He looked at my sister, who looked stunning in her short-sleeved blouse and flowing skirt. He said, “We'll know more after the follow-up. Make sure he's here, though, okay?”

She said, “We'll be here.”

The old, overweight doctor who was too tall to be normal, nodded at her, smiled at me, then left the room. I stared at her. She seemed happy when she said, “Okay, good! Only a few weeks. You should be happy!”

She left the room to let me dress. It was weird and difficult to do so, not having the use of my left hand. After I was clothed I exited the room and followed her to her 2005 Volvo. She'd received it as a present for her 16th birthday the previous July and even though it was almost a year old now it was in perfect condition. Like everything else in her life my sister took great care of her car.

“So,” I said, “when's Mom going to be home?”

Kaylee peeled her car out onto the street before saying, “Tomorrow morning. She's cutting her trip short.”

“She's going to kill me, isn't she?” I said, using her own words.

“Tell you what,” she said, “I can help you with that. But you have to promise me you won't do something this stupid ever again. Deal?”

I thought about this most of the ride home. I had no doubt she would be a great asset in placating our mom. At the same time I couldn't imagine not confronting someone who would say nasty things about my sister. She was, and had always been, my favorite person in the world. The idea of standing idly by while someone spread lies and rumors about her made me so angry I could hardly breathe.

“Cole? Come on...,” she said, urging me to promise.

“I don't think so,” I said in a whisper. “You can't understand. I'm not going to let people say stuff like that about you. I can't.”

Neither of us spoke for a while. Just before she turned the car into our driveway she mumbled, “You should have been my older brother.”

“Older or younger it would be the same,” I snapped. “Assholes like Zack shouldn't be allowed to say such bullshit about you! I'm sorry, Kay, but that's it. That's just it.”

She smiled sadly as she put the car in park. 

**

What you need to understand about the nature of my relationship with Kaylee is that she was more like a friend than a sister. I'd always looked up to her, ever since I was old enough to crawl, and she'd never given me a reason not to. She was the sweetest, most loyal, and kindest person I ever knew. Even when she hit puberty and started acting bitchy to my mother from time to time, she never did that with me. And now, at the age of 16, I had more reason than ever to love her and want to protect her.

She was simply the most accomplished, self-driven, and generous person in the entire school. Smart as a whip, Kay maintained a 4.0 GPA and had already taken her SATs and scored in the top tenth percentile. In the Fall she had been co-captain of the cheer-leading squad and now that it was Spring she was a leading player on the girl's volleyball team. And as though all that weren't enough she often spent time with the local chapter of PETA (People For the Ethical Treatment of Animals; and yes, she was a vegetarian), attending meetings in the city and rallies in the valley. Another extra-curricular activity was the drama club and she'd had leading roles in every production since her Sophomore year, my favorite of which being her role as Abigail in The Crucible.

It seemed to me that no other girl in high school came close to her level of character. All the girls I knew (and I didn't know many) were obsessed with dating boys, gossiping, and spending money at the mall. The most popular girl in my grade made it a point not to associate with anyone too far down from her on the social ladder, but my sister wasn't like that at all. 

Everyone liked Kaylee, and she liked almost everyone back. She had dozens of close friends but she wasn't a snob. She was just as likely to befriend one of the burn-outs who only ever passed classes that involved hammers and nails as befriend one of the stuck up members of the cheer-leading squad. I didn't know anyone more well liked or well respected at our school. I guess that's why all the nasty rumors bothered me so much. Maybe no one deserved to have such ugly lies spread around about them but if anyone did, it certainly wasn't Kaylee. She'd never harmed a soul or said a mean thing about anyone as far as I knew.

Another thing about my sister was that she was simply beautiful. As her brother it was weird to acknowledge this fact but it was unavoidable. She was so beautiful she could have been a model, I thought, and I'd even told her that once. She'd replied in a typical manner: a soft laugh, a thank you, and then a self-depreciating joke (in this case she joked she would have to hit another growth spurt since she was too short). 

Describing her is difficult because she was not quite a woman yet, but not quite a girl anymore, either. She was coming up on her 17th birthday but her teenage freshness was still far from its expiration date, I guess you could say. At 5'8” tall she might have been too short to be a model but she was definitely tall enough to be an amazing volleyball player. She had long, toned legs, impressive c-cup breasts, and gorgeous copper-colored hair that fell down to her shoulders. Again, unlike most teenage girls, she wasn't obsessed with makeup and thankfully for her she didn't need it. She had a wonderful, unpretentious smile and the most amazing green eyes with naturally long lashes. When she laughed it was a genuine and happy sound that made anyone who heard it smile. When she cried I think anyone would do just about anything to make her stop. When she was nervous she tended to suck in her lower lip and gnaw on it, and when she was angry, which was rare, she furrowed her brow and her eyes turned into ice. 

Before you start to think I'm in anyway embellishing her raw, natural beauty, allow me to point something out. From the time she first went to Middle School she had been courted by dozens of guys. The number of friends she had on her MySpace page was always around the 500 mark, most of whom were guys who constantly posted comments like, “You are so hot!” or “What's going on, cutie?”. I remember when I was still in Elementary School and was having problems with a group of neighborhood bullies, five 7th graders who wanted to impress Kaylee showed up to scare off the 5th graders who had planned on jumping me. Unfortunately for them, while she never turned away an offer of friendship, she'd never had a boyfriend, either.

“Life's too short for that,” she explained to me once, referring to boyfriends. 

That always confused me. From the time I hit puberty I'd been dying for a girlfriend. Unfortunately for me, I wasn't a natural in social-situations the way my sister was. Also, I wasn't exactly the best looking guy. I had an awkwardly shaped nose I'd inherited from my father, a scrawny body, and eyes my sister once said looked like they belonged to a 50-year-old homicide detective rather than an awkward, 14-year-old boy. 

I had managed to go on one date right at the start of Freshman year a few months earlier. It had happened mostly by accident when I asked a cute red-head in my class if she knew of any good movies playing. She assumed I was asking her on a date, but I wasn't. Thankfully for me she smiled and said she'd loved to go.

The date had great at first. When I put my arm around her at the theater (the hardest thing I ever did in my life) she didn't recoil. When I tried to kiss her the way a friend had suggested, she hadn't pulled away. We kissed like that in the dark movie theater for nearly fifteen minutes until I blew everything by trying to cop a feel. A friend of mine had assured me that if a girl kisses you for more than ten minutes it means she'll let you touch her breasts. He'd been wrong.

While I lacked anything close to a girlfriend I did have a small group of loyal friends. Mostly they were all Math geeks like me. For fun we would hook up together on X-Box Live and battle together on a variety of games. Whenever we hung out it real life it was usually to play card games like Magic: The Gathering or to snack on chips and watch movies. 

Unlike Kaylee I didn't do much in the way of extra-curricular activities. I was a member of the chess club and the math club but that was about it. My plan was to apply to MIT when I became a senior, but even with my great grades it was a long shot. Like Kaylee had mentioned the day I broke my arm, I would need a scholarship to get into any top-tier school. My mom made good money but she wasn't rich. I liked to joke that we were “lower-upper-middle-class”. We lived in a very nice area and attended well funded public schools but my mother couldn't afford to send us to private schools. My fall back college, if MIT didn't happen, was Harvard because I was a legacy (my dad and grandfather had both attended) and I'd be more likely to land posh scholarships there. That is, if I kept my grades up.

But all of that was in the future. In the present I had a fractured arm, a disappointed sister, and a suspension to deal with. Not to mention the certain wrath of my mom when she got back home from her business trip.

I had a hard time sleeping that night. Thankfully I didn't have to worry about getting up early the next morning. I wasn't going to school, after all.

**

As it turned out my mom didn't do much other than to deny me my X-Box during the length of my suspension, and that wasn't much of a punishment seeing as I couldn't play it anyway with my casted arm. It seems my sister had decided to help me out despite the fact I hadn't promised her I would never behave so stupidly again. She'd made my case for me while driving our mom home from the airport and by the time she got to my bedroom to confront me she wasn't the terror I had feared. Instead, she was just a concerned mother.

My mom was a hard-as-nails, no-nonsense type of woman in her forties. She worked for one of the top movie studios in LA as a casting agent and her name was listed in the credits of several academy award winning movies. The money paid well enough that she had been able to hire a nanny for me and Kaylee when we were much younger. It had been necessary since her job entailed frequent business trips and long hours in the city. When Kay turned 14 and I was 12 nannies were no longer needed, but her hours never changed.

I think that's part of the reason Kaylee and I were so close. From our earliest years it was often just me, her, and one strange nanny after another. Especially during our single-digit years we leaned on each other for support and comfort during our mother's absences. It kept us, I think, from turning into bickering siblings the way so many other brothers and sisters do.

Our mom was an attractive woman from whom Kaylee had definitely inherited many of her looks. Even so, she rarely dated. Once in a while she would have a boyfriend but Kaylee and I rarely met them. There had been two or three we had met, though, all of whom I'd been certain my mom would marry. After that third one (who I really liked) I even asked her why she didn't make him my step-dad.

“I'm not in the marrying-business, not anymore,” she just said. And that was that.

Her reaction to my fight and subsequent suspension and broken arm went along the same lines. “Well,” she said in her dry voice, “at least you've managed to teach your sister a valuable lesson about men. Let me take a look...” After inspecting my cast she went back downstairs to prepare dinner. I was more relieved than you can know.

My five day suspension crawled by slowly. The day after the fight was a Thursday so I wouldn't be returning to school until the following Friday. I spent most of my time indoors, which was normal for me, reading Star Wars novels and browsing computer and math web-sites on the Internet. Also, like any healthy 14-year-old boy, I browsed for porn.

My feelings about porn were complicated at the time. On the one hand I had no problem hacking into pay sites and downloading a variety of hard-core movies, but on the other hand I often felt guilty about doing so after masturbating. The guilt didn't stem from the fact I was stealing the movies, of course. The guilt was a sort of teenage embarrassment about having to masturbate at all. One of my friends was already having sex on a regular basis and that made me feel insecure. I kept telling myself that he was older than me, and that by the time I was his age I'd be getting lucky, too, but I didn't really believe it. After all, I couldn't even get a girl to let me feel her up.

After the suspension I was excited to return to school. I know that may sound unusual but frankly, I liked high school. I was in a bunch of accelerated Math and Science classes and I was anxious to catch up. 

My first day back I made the usual rounds of the bathroom stalls and was happy to find that the graffiti about my sister had stopped. That confirmed to me that it had been Zack who had been doing it. Since he'd been suspended, too, he hadn't been able to spread his stupid lies. Either that or I'd scared everyone tempted to bad-mouth Kaylee. I liked that idea but doubted anyone was scared of me.

Another good thing that first day back was the sight of Zack himself. He was in one of my English classes so our meeting was unavoidable. When I first spotted him I smiled from ear-to-ear at the sight of his left eye. A week had gone by but he still had a big, ugly black eye from where I'd struck him. It made me proud.

My friends, meanwhile, sort of treated me like a hero. Me, one of the geeks, had gotten into a fight. Not only that, but I hadn't lost the fight. I found out that almost everyone thought Zack's pushing me down the stairs was a cheap move, so even though I sustained the greater injury he was considered the loser.

The days went by more or less normally after that. Since I couldn't join my friends on X-Box Live we spent more time than ever just hanging out. Meanwhile my sister maintained her typically hectic lifestyle, our mom worked and went on business trips, and life just seemed normal. Except for the cast.

That came off, finally, a full week early on May 3rd. It was just over a week until my birthday, my grades hadn't suffered as badly as I'd feared, and I had my left hand back. I was so happy that for the next few days I threw myself into everything I did whether it involved cards with my friends, tinkering with my computer, or practicing on the X-Box so I wouldn't embarrass myself the next time I played with my friends. 

That happy-streak, such as it was, ended a week later. And it ended in a horribly embarrassing way. 

Normally on Wednesdays I stayed after school to meet with my Math club. But because we wouldn't be going to any more tournaments for the rest of the year (yes, we competed in “Math-a-thons” against other schools) we had decided the week before not to bother with anymore meetings. Instead I walked home right after school, promising one of my friends that I'd be on X-Box Live when we had to part ways near our houses. 

When I got to the house I threw open the door, dropped my book bag, and ran up the stairs. I didn't expect anyone to be home so I didn't bother announcing myself. I bolted down the hall to the upstairs bathroom because I really had to pee. When I got to the door it was closed, but only sunlight filtered out beneath it. I pushed the door open, stepped inside, and saw my sister, dripping wet, completely naked, drying her hair with a towel.

I was stunned. I couldn't believe it. What was she doing there? She was supposed to be at volleyball practice! It hadn't occurred to me that with the school year winding down perhaps her extra-curricular activity had ended just as mine had. 

I was also stunned, of course, because she was naked. My sister. In the nude. Without any conscious effort my eyes gazed over her body, soaking in its delights. Her breasts were more magnificent than any I had ever seen on any Internet porno-site. They were full, round, and capped with little pink nipples the size of rose petals. Her waist curved in from her torso and flared out subtly at her hips. And between her legs, oh my fucking God, there it was. Her vagina. Her pussy. I could see the top of her pink slit, the carefully trimmed patch of coppery-colored pubic hair above it. 

She was staring straight at me, having probably been looking at herself in the mirror that hung on the back of the door when I burst in.

Remember when I mentioned before that I'm not good in social situations? It's how I'm wired, I guess. Because sure, she was gorgeous and sure, she was naked and sure, I was a hormone-addled 14-year-old boy. Still, this was my sister. The correct reaction in this kind of situation was to close my eyes, stammer an apology, and then run like hell. But I didn't. I couldn't move, couldn't think. All I could do was stare at my naked sister, her hands bunched in a towel above her head, drying her hair. 

Or, rather, a towel that had been drying her hair. She wasn't doing anything now. She seemed as frozen as I was.

My sister's reaction wasn't the “correct” one, either, I guess. Most sisters would have screamed, called me a pervert, and demanded I leave. On the other hand, if this was one of those erotica stories I often read on the Internet, she would have smiled and asked me if I liked what I saw (I tried not to read incest stories, thinking them gross, but sometimes I accidentally started them... and no, I never finished them).

But all she did was stare back at me. She was as frozen as I was. When my eyes finally returned to her face the expression there wasn't one of outrage, nor could it be confused with any kind of “come hither” look. Instead she just seemed curious. Her left eyebrow was slightly raised, her lips were slightly parted, and her head was tilted slightly to one side. Her eyes themselves revealed nothing. Not anger, not surprise, nothing. 

Finally, after what seemed like forever, she said, “What, we don't knock anymore?”

That's when my face finally flushed red and I snapped out of my catatonic state. Spinning around in place I stammered, “Light's not on, thought you were at volleyball, Jesus I'm sorry, oh my God, Jesus!”

Then I ran faster than anyone on my school's track team to my bedroom.

When I got there I slammed the door shut and started to pace around the room, trying to think. I froze, though, when I realized something. I had grown the biggest erection of my life and it was sticking straight out from my boxers, making a fine little denim-covered tent of my jeans.

If it was possible to do so I must have blushed an even deeper shade of red. I'd gotten a hard-on looking at my sister! I suddenly felt more guilty and disgusted with myself than I ever had before. About anything. Ever. I felt like the lowest, most vile life form in existence. I honestly thought I might throw up.

What the fuck was wrong with me? I began to storm around my bedroom more than pace while squeezing my hands together in front of me. I felt horribly ashamed. Had my sister seen the erection? Maybe it had formed after I'd run off or she hadn't noticed it. But that was impossible, she must have seen it! Jesus Christ, my beloved sister, my sweet older sister, probably thought I was the most perverted, fucked up person she'd ever met, now. Suddenly I was re-imagining the expression that had been on her face and instead of curiosity I remembered revulsion in her eyes. I began to tremble as the memory became more and more real.

Thankfully my fear and self-loathing made the hard-on go away, because after a couple more minutes of pacing around my bedroom my bedroom door opened. I spun in place and saw her there, dressed this time, her towel wrapped in her hair the way women do. I began to stammer something, afraid she was going to yell at me, but she surprised me when she spoke first.

“I figured I didn't have to knock, seeing as you don't,” she said. But it wasn't her words that surprised me, it was the way she said them, as though making a joke. And this was confirmed when her face broke out into one of those infectious grins of hers.

I couldn't smile, though. I was too stunned, too ashamed, too... everything. I said, “Kaylee, I swear, the light wasn't on or I would have knocked...”

“I know,” she said as she walked into my room. Her eyes darted around a moment and settled on my bed. As always it was made, a chore my mom had instilled in both of us since we were six. She took a seat, then patted on the spot next to her. She said, “Let's chat.”

I looked at her blankly for a moment. She was so relaxed, so casual, that it was actually calming me down. This wasn't the first time we'd had conversations together in my bedroom and the way she was acting made everything feel normal, like she was there to offer advice about a hair cut or to ask me for help with her computer.

It took me a moment or two but finally I sat on the bed, too, though purposefully far away from her. When I was sitting I said, “What are we... uhm, chatting about?”

She laughed lightly. “What do you think?”

I closed my eyes. “Look, I'm so sorry, Kay. I really, really am. It was a total accident, I swear.”

“Freud says there are no accidents,” she teased.

My face grew red again, this time with anger. “Freud is fucking outdated, and you know it! Jesus Christ, I was...”

“Sorry, sorry,” she said, laughing. “Look, I shouldn't be teasing you. I know you must be, like... I don't even know how you feel! That look on your face before you ran off, that was so... that was so... classic!”

She started to laugh again, this time uncontrollably. For a moment I was stunned but finally I couldn't resist anymore. I began to laugh, too. After a minute I was laying back on my bed with tears streaming down my face. A moment before I wouldn't have been able to imagine how this situation could possibly be funny, but now I couldn't stop laughing. 

Neither could she. We both laughed for a while, tears running down our cheeks, until our respective fits subsided. After they did we both sat back up and smiled at each other. 

I felt so lucky at that moment to have a sister like her. A normal sister would have let me stew in my guilt and shame, too embarrassed herself to do anything else. Kaylee, it was obvious now, had come to relieve me of such horrible emotions. 

“The light bulb burnt out during my shower,” she said after a moment. “I didn't think anything of it because of all the sunlight. And besides, I thought you were at your math club.”

“It was canceled because there aren't anymore meets this year,” I said. “I thought you were at volleyball.”

“Same thing,” she said, “no more games. I guess I shouldn't have parked in the garage, all of this could have been avoided.”

I shrugged. “You know Mom. She catches you parking in the driveway and she'll go ballistic.”

Kaylee rolled her eyes. “I know. Sometimes she acts like we live in South Central, like there are car thieves everywhere.”

I laughed. “That's Mom.”

We smiled at each other in silence again for a long moment. She said, “So we're cool?”

“I am if you are,” I said. Still feeling lingering pangs of guilt I added, “Are you?”

She stood and by way of answer she tousled my mess of brown hair. “You are such an idiot,” she teased. “Its just tits and pussy, Cole. All women have them.”

I was too stunned from hearing her use those words to respond. She walked back toward the door but before leaving she turned back and said, “Now you owe me twice, though.”

“Twice?” I asked in confusion.

“Yeah,” she said with a grin. “For helping out with Mom last month and for the little peep-show I just gave you. Later!”

She chirped out the last word with a full-faced smile and gleaming green eyes. My face was red again as she closed the door behind her.

**

It took me a while before I got up the gumption to go on X-Box Live like I had promised my friend earlier. I wasn't feeling guilty anymore-- in fact, I was starting to think of the whole episode as a joke the same way Kaylee obviously did-- but I was fighting off other urges. Embarrassing urges. I-really-need-to-whack-off urges.

I knew I couldn't, though. After Kaylee left the room my erection threatened to return and I so, so wanted to relieve myself. But I knew if I did images of my sister, naked, would pop into my mind. And if masturbating to Internet porn made me feel guilty, what would masturbating to memories of my naked sister do? It would bring back all the self-loathing I'd experienced only minutes earlier. I couldn't risk that.

Finally the urge to pee, which had caused this whole mess, came back. I went to the bathroom and found the door open. I went inside, aimed at the toilet, and waited. My dick was half-hard and it was difficult to get the urine stream going. Finally my penis softened enough and I let loose with great relief. After I was done I decided that fragging a few noobs on X-Box Live was the perfect way to distract me from my shameful urges.

My friends were already on and sort of pissed I was so late in joining in. I had to wait until they'd gotten through a match before I could join them and I spent the time chatting with them through the headset. After a little while all four of us were together, though, and we were really laying to waste a bunch of Aussie-sounding noobs half a world away. I was doing pretty good but a month of not playing definitely showed. I used to be the best of my friends but now I was only second best. I didn't care. I hadn't thought of Kaylee since my first successful head-shot.

Match after match passed and my game got better and better. All thoughts of Kaylee were gone from my head, now, and I was feeling on top of the world. Then she knocked on my bedroom door and asked, “Are you decent?”

“Shit!” I said just as I acquired a missile-launcher and pwned one of our opponents, who was mowing down my teammates with a turret gun, at near point-blank range.

“What, you kill yourself?” one of my friends asked through the headset.

“No, no,” I replied as I made an insane jump to avoid an incoming frag-grenade. I just barely survived the fall but I took some damage. Thankfully there was a place to hide where, for the moment at least, I'd be safe. Once I got there I covered the microphone on my set with my left hand and yelled, “Yeah, come in!”

I risked taking my eyes off of my television screen and saw Kaylee enter the room. For a moment my heart stopped. She was wearing a different outfit than the one she had changed into earlier after her shower. The dress was yellow and made of some kind of light fabric, a one-piece that showed off her slender neck and rounded shoulders. For a brief moment my eyes locked onto the breasts straining against the material and I forgot all about my game.

“Cole, watch your six!” 

I snapped my eyes back to the screen and made my Master Chief jump. I barely dodged an incoming missile from the opposing side. Fully engulfed in the game again I said, both for my teammates' benefit and my sister's, “Sorry, Kay barged in. I'll talk with her AFTER the match.”

She waited, and didn't have to wait long. A minute later a deep voice from the screen announced “Overkill!” after I fragged my 30th opponent. I was on a hot streak, the rust having fully left me a couple of matches before. Since we were only playing to fifty kills the match was now done. I was proud as hell as my friends and I congratulated each other on a well-fought victory.

“I'm going to take a break,” I told them. “Go ahead and play a three-on-three if you want, I'll be back in a few.”

“Nah,” one of my friends said. “I have to call it a night. Have to study for Ingerman's test.”

“Shit, what time is it?” someone else asked. 

“Uh, 9:30,” came another voice.

“Alright,” I said, “I guess we all got to go. Same time tomorrow?”

“Same bat-time, same bat-channel,” one of my friends joked.

We all said our lame goodbyes. After dropping my headset to the ground I pushed my desk chair back in the direction of my desk. It rolled there and I smiled the entire way. I wasn't even aware of Kaylee's presence in the room, sitting on my bed. I was too happy about my come-back performance to think of anything else.

“I'm cashing in on one of the favors you owe me,” she said.

I looked at her. She was smiling at me from across the room, her legs squeezed together, her hands pressed into the bedspread of my bed.

“Aw, Jesus,” I said. I rubbed my eyes with the palms of my hands and said, “I really do have to study, Kay. What do you want?”

“Do you still have your chess club on Friday?”

I furrowed my brow in confusion. I had expected her to ask me to do one of her chores, like go downstairs and do the dishes for her. Our mom would be back home soon and I wouldn't have been surprised if she didn't want to do them, even though it was her turn.

“Yeah,” I said. “Why?”

She shrugged her shoulders. “Can you get out of it?”

“Maybe,” I admitted, drawing out the word. “But I'm supposed to play Lee and I have a few new strats I really want to try against him. I don't care what people say, he can be beat. Besides, Friday's my birthday. After the club me and the guys are going down to the mall, you know, to the arcade. To party.”

She grinned at my use of the word “party”. Only computer geeks and gamers, of which I was both, would consider a night at the arcade a party.

“Well, I know. But when were you going to the arcade? I mean, if you just skipped the chess club...”

I sighed. “I don't know. Six? Six-thirty? It depends.”

“Perfect!” she said. Her eyes were wide and her face was smiling. “Then you can just skip the chess club! I'll drive you to the arcade myself. I promise you'll be there no later than 6:30.”

I raised an eyebrow. Then I said, “Uhm, what do you need me to do? I really want to try and beat Lee, Kay.”

We were on opposite ends of the room but even though she almost whispered her response I heard her words loud and clear. “I need you to spy on Cammie for me.”

Now I stood and walked toward my bed. I took a seat next to her and stared intently at her face. After a long pause I simply said, “What?”

Cammie Truman was my sister's oldest friend. She had grown up across the street from us and Kay and her had learned to ride bikes together. I'd known her from a distance my entire life, as a result, and even though her family had moved to another subdivision a few years earlier she always attended the same schools Kay and I did. If anyone was Kaylee's best friend, it was Cammie. That my sister would want her spied on for any reason was a total shock.

“What I'm about to tell you has to be a total secret, okay?” my sister said. Her eyes were all serious and she didn't talk again until I gave her a slight nod. She said, “Okay. You know how on Fridays, for the last few weeks, we've been working on our tans at the pool?”

I nodded right away. Boy, did I know. It wasn't just Cammie and my sister, but several of their friends as well, tanning at our pool. Of course I knew. 

During my suspension I'd enjoyed the guilty pleasure that first Friday of peeking through my window shades at them. I mean, just imagine. Six or seven incredibly good looking 16 and 17-year-old girls lounging near an in-ground swimming pool, their bodies on perfect display in their sometimes risque two-piece swimsuits. I'm not ashamed to admit I jerked off that day, staring down at them. I'll also admit that it had been Cammie's body that finally got me off.

She was a real looker. Tall, skinny, with fat breasts and a flat, flawless tummy. My sister, of course, was definitely the best looking of the group, but at the time I'd made sure to keep my eyes off of her. Now that I'd seen her naked, though, I wasn't sure I'd ever be able to do that again. I felt my heart cringe.

“Okay, so anyway,” Kay explained, “we only do it once a week, duh. We don't want to end up like those Valley girls who end up burning their skin so brown they end up looking wrinkled by the time they're 20, you know?”

Again I nodded quickly. I knew my sister was meticulous about keeping her tan consistently light year round. Unlike some teenage girls she wanted a light tan, a slightly golden color that accentuated her hair and eyes. Her closest group of friends agreed with her which is why they always wore sunscreen during the hot blistering sun of California's summer. 

I found myself blushing when I remembered the tan lines I'd recently seen on her. The pale breasts and pale vagina where the bikinis she wore kept the sun at bay. I shook it off and squeezed my legs together to hide a growing erection. Dammit, the thing had a mind of its own.

“Anyway, the thing is Cammie will tan for like 30 minutes, then get up and ask if she can use my bedroom, claiming she needs privacy to call her boyfriend,” Kaylee said. I saw a worried expression on her face. “When she gets back she's acting all hyper and weird. And then 30 minutes later, it's the same thing. She needs to use my bedroom to make a private call! And she keeps doing this, over and over. And when the rest of us decide to go swimming, you know what she does?”

“Goes to your bedroom?” I ventured.

She nodded. “I'm worried, Cole. I mean, why does she keep going up to my bedroom?”

I thought about it for a second. “Well, maybe she's just, I don't know... obsessed with her boyfriend? What's his name, Tim or something?”

“Tom,” she replied right away. “And anyway, it can't be that. I mean, when her cell phone rings she always answers, even while we're tanning. And I'm sure that half the time it's him calling. So why does she need privacy every half hour? Huh?”

I shrugged my shoulders. I really had no idea.

“I think she's using drugs,” Kaylee said solemnly. 

Her conjecture surprised me. “What?” I asked.

She sighed. “No one else thinks so. That's why this has to be secret. I even asked her, Cole, and she flat out denied it. But why else is she going up to my room, demanding privacy, and then coming back acting all weird and stuff? I think she's snorting cocaine. That's what her brother went to jail for, remember?”

I did remember. Cammie's older brother had been quite the neighborhood scandal. When I was only 10 he had been 20 and ended up getting five years in a state prison for possession of a controlled substance. I always thought it was part of the reason her family had moved to another neighborhood. 

“Alright, Jesus,” I murmured. After a pause I said, “If she is doing drugs, why your room? Why not use the downstairs bathroom?”

“No lock,” she said before I could finish.

I nodded. That was true. Kaylee had a lock on her bedroom door. And as the incident earlier that day proved, we didn't have locks on any of our bathrooms.

“Okay. Then how do I spy on her? You want me to hide under your bed or something?”

She grinned at me. “Better,” she said. “Come on.”

She got up off the bed and I followed her out of my room and down the wide hallway. When we reached her room I followed her inside and was next to her when we reached her closet. 

I stared at the reflection of myself. While my bedroom sported a small closet with folding doors, hers was large and had sliding doors made entirely of mirrors. My reflection made me groan internally. Although I was a good two inches taller than my sister, the mirror revealed the truth: I was her awkward and ugly little brother. She could have been a model but I could only have been a model's assistant assistant. She was beauty. In a way, I was beast.

She slid open the door. “Go inside,” she said.

I followed her instruction. When she slid the door shut I could still see her.

It was a two-way mirror. My jaw dropped as she waved at me and she said, “You can see me, right?”

She was smiling. She looked so beautiful. And knowing for a fact that she was only seeing her own reflection in the mirror my eyes unconsciously moved back to those wonderful tits that strained against her dress. Finally shame overcame me and I looked back up to her eyes. She couldn't see me but I nodded. Realizing the mistake I said, “Yeah, sis, I see you.”

Then I felt like a total asshole for having ogled her breasts and I slid the door back open in a forceful way. 

“Since when are these mirrors... like that?” I demanded.

“Two way?” she shrugged. She stepped into the closet with me and slid the door shut. Now we were both looking out into her bedroom; at her bed, at her makeup table at the foot of it. We could see the whole room. She said, “Remember Talia? I think you met her at my birthday party last year?”

I nodded to her in the darkness of the closet, very aware of how close she was to me in the confined space. I gulped and thought about Halo. And Magic: The Gathering. Anything to get my mind off her fresh teenage body, so close to me in the dark.

“Her dad runs a security company. He hooked me up with these new mirrors last week. Really cheap, actually. I told him I wanted to find out if my little sister was stealing outfits from my dresser,” she grinned at me. “He gave me a discount.”

“Wow,” I breathed. I wasn't all that stunned. Kay had always been one to use unorthodox means to solve complex problems. Still, this one was for the history books. I said, “This just... well, it seems like a lot of work, you know? Couldn't you just ask Cammie if she's, you know, using drugs?”

She rolled her eyes at me. “Like I said, I asked! And she said I was crazy. If I ask again she's going to get mad, I can tell. And you know, maybe I am wrong. Maybe she just comes up here when she wants to talk, you know, talk dirty to Tom or whatever. Or maybe she just comes up here to sneak around my room. Maybe she's not really my friend. I don't know.”

She said those last three words in such a sad tone of voice I almost reached over to hug her. I stopped myself, though, because in those close quarters I didn't quite trust my dick to remain limp. I said, “Well, what if she is sneaking around? Wouldn't she open up the closet? What am I supposed to say to her if she finds me in here?”

As always my older sister was ready with a rejoinder. “She won't be able to. Look.”

She squeezed past me and withdrew a long wooden pole that had been leaning against the wall in the corner of the closet. She placed it on the rail of the sliding door and said, “Try and open it now.”

I couldn't, of course. The wooden pole prevented it. 

“I'm going to tell everyone the door is jammed and not to touch it,” she said, her eyes glowing. “I know that Holly likes to hang her clothes here when she changes, so I'll say that to her. But trust me, everyone will hear it. And even if they don't, the door isn't gonna open. You'll be safe.”

“Wait,” I said in surprise. “Holly's going to change here? In your room? While I'm watching?”

Kaylee grinned. “That's another perk of the job. I always change first, but I use the downstairs bathroom. I keep my bikini there, you know. Cammie always runs upstairs and uses the bathroom. Holly and the rest usually use my bedroom.”

I felt my throat go dry. My sister was smiling at me.

“I don't care if you look at them while they change,” she said, her voice soft. “Just keep it to yourself. If you're lucky you might get to see up to four of my friends naked.”

“Holly?” I blathered. She was my second favorite, after Cammie.

She winked at me, and touched my forearm. “Holly always gets to the room first. You know how she is.”

While I considered my sister the most beautiful girl of all her core friends, and her friend Cammie the runner-up, Holly was right behind them both. She was tall. She was very, very skinny. And she had tits that every boy at Eleanor Roosevelt High dreamed of seeing. The thing that sucked about her was that she was a bitch, personality wise. A bona fide bitch. But that didn't distract from her amazing body and beautiful face. She made herself untouchable to almost everyone. She was a senior at our school and the captain of the cheer-leading squad and treated everyone less than her, including my sister, like dog-meat. The thought of being able to see her in the nude, changing into a two-piece bikini, was just too much. It sealed the deal.

“What happens after?” I asked.

Kaylee grinned. She brushed my longish hair out of my eyes. Gesturing to all her outfits hanging on the rack next to us she said, “I'm going to put all this stuff in Mom's room before I go to school Friday. Then we'll put your desk-chair in here so you can be comfortable. After sneaking you home after school, you'll just sit here. Two, three hours tops. Then I'll tell them all to go on out to the mall without me. I'll pretend I'm sick. Once they're gone you can tell me what you saw.”

I raised both my eyebrows. “Really?”

She laughed. “What you saw Cammie do, I mean!” 

I laughed, too. Growing more serious I said, “What if I do see her doing drugs, like you said?”

Kaylee shrugged her shoulders. “Then I'll know for sure. And I'll go from there. But right now I just don't want to go to her parents or anything without being positive.”

I nodded, knowing that what she meant was that I wouldn't be involved in any aftermath. Her tone of voice told me that I would never be asked to be a part of any kind of direct confrontation regarding Cammie's alleged drug use. I trusted my sister enough to just nod, lift up the wooden pole that kept the sliding door shut, then open it. 

“Just promise me I'll be at the arcade by 6:30,” I said after stepping out of the closet.

I was so confident of her answer that I didn't wait for it. I was out of my sister's bedroom and four steps from her door when I heard her say, “6:30, at the latest!”

**

I had a hard time sleeping that night. 

At first I tried to masturbate. That usually got me nice and drowsy. But the image of my beautiful sister's graceful, naked body kept popping into all of my fantasies. Though that did nothing to kill my erection it did make me force myself to stop. I was more certain than ever, now, that if I jerked off thinking about Kaylee I would never forgive myself. It would mean I was a degenerate and a pervert. And more than that, it would be an insult to Kay. She'd been so kind about the incident that she'd actually comforted me afterward by turning the whole thing into a joke. For me to turn it into something sexual would be, in a way, a betrayal. And I knew I could never betray her. It would ruin me inside.

It wasn't just the thoughts about the incident earlier that was keeping me up, though. It was also the plan she had for Friday regarding her friend, Cammie. The whole thing bothered me for some reason. I mean, I was excited about the prospect of seeing some of her friends naked. All of them were hot and I couldn't wait. Maybe seeing them in the buff (especially Holly) would give me memories I could whack off to that images of Kaylee's naked body couldn't interrupt. That would be nice. In fact, maybe that was part of the reason Kay had come up with the whole scheme.

But that, I finally realized, was what really bothered me. The scheme itself was out of character for her. It just didn't feel right. I mean, yes, she'd always come up with unorthodox ways to solve problems. For instance, when she was only 12 and I was 10 I remember a family Thanksgiving that no one present would ever forget. 

We were at our late father's parents' house, visiting like we always did in Beverly Hills, and seated at a long wooden table to eat our turkey dinner. Halfway through the meal, at a moment when our relatives were unusually silent, my sister cleared her throat and announced that she had a friend whose mom, she had just found out, was a lesbian. This was news to me and like everyone else there I stared at her.

Kaylee went on to explain that she didn't understand why someone would ever choose to be something so “distasteful”, like a homosexual. After a long moment of silence our Aunt Jany announced in a low, solemn voice, “There's nothing 'distasteful' about homosexuality, Kaylee. And it's not a choice. Some people are born that way. Should you be considered distasteful for having been born a white girl?”

I'll never forget the look on my sister's face as she shook her head. It was a look of pride. And I could tell she was trying not to smile.

Aunt Jany went on, “And why not?”

My sister replied without missing a beat. “Because I didn't have a choice. I was born this way.”

Our aunt nodded. “Exactly. You had no choice. Just like lesbians and gays don't have a choice. There is nothing sinful about homosexuality, Kaylee. In fact, if there is any sin involved it belongs to those who refuse to be themselves. Always remember, you must be yourself. So long as no one gets hurt, to do otherwise is, in your own words, distasteful.”

She looked around the room. No one said a word. Finally, my father's older sister sighed and said, “Half of you are thinking I'm a hypocrite now. And you're right. So perhaps young Kay here has given me a chance to make things right.”

My eyes went wide, I remember. Our aunt sighed once more and said, “Yes, everybody, I'm a lesbian. And I suppose now, after this, you'll be meeting my life-partner at Christmas.”

I was stunned. I didn't start clapping until everyone else had finished. I felt stupid afterwards.

Later, my sister explained that our mom had told her a few weeks earlier that Jany was a lesbian, that the entire family knew it, but that no one talked about it. It had bothered my sister that Jany would hide her true self like that from her own family, but our mom had explained that while our father's sister wasn't ashamed about who she was, she was obviously worried about how the family would react to the truth. That's why Kaylee had come up with her little ploy. She'd figured that if she brought up the issue about a make-believe friend's lesbian mom, Aunt Jany would crack and finally come clean with everyone. And it had worked. The plan had been unorthodox, simple, and ingenious. 

So making up a little white lie in the cause of the greater good was definitely in character for Kaylee. As was the complexity of her plans. What didn't make sense, though, was that she was willing to let me see her friends naked. Sure, they'd never know about it, but that didn't matter. It was an invasion of their privacy. That just didn't jive with the Kaylee I knew.

Another story from our past illustrates this point. When she turned 13 she had a lock installed on her bedroom door, and I found that crushing. I mean, I really got upset about it. I was only eleven and didn't understand why she would want to lock me out from her life. That's how I saw it, I mean. I was used to being able to barge into her room whenever I wanted, to share a funny joke I had just heard or to invite her on a bike ride. Having to always knock, now, seemed like a rebuke against me, specifically, and it hurt.

When she realized how much the lock upset me, she sat me down one day and explained that privacy was important. “It's not an insult to you, Cole, not at all. It's nothing like that. I love having you come to me, you know that. It's just that everyone needs their own space, you know? Their own secrets. Their own life. The lock ensures I have that.”

“But the lock means you don't trust me!” I remember saying. 

I'll never forget what she did after that. She hugged me, hard, and said, “Of course I trust you. I trust you more than anyone else. But that doesn't mean privacy isn't important. It has nothing to do with trust. It simply means that with that lock I know for sure I have my own place. Not a place away from you, but a place away from everyone. And trust me, Cole, everyone needs a place like that. Even you, someday.”

That was what bothered me the most. And as I tossed and turned in my bed that night, I couldn't make sense of it. Because for Kaylee, privacy was a big deal. She had always respected everyone else's. She was never one to spread rumors, or to use far-fetched conjecture to explain someone's motives. For her, trust was paramount. But didn't letting her little brother see some of her closest friends naked a violation of their trust?

Sure, no one would know. They would never know. It was a victimless crime, and all that. But none of that mattered because, of course, Kaylee would know. It just didn't fit with everything else I knew about her.

A strange memory popped into my head as I pondered all this. It was a memory from back when I was 12 and she was 14. On Halloween that year, Kaylee dressed as Snow White. I'll never forget it, because it was so perfect. The black wig and blue-and-white dress made her glow like an angel. It was simply perfect for her. 

Snow White. The fairest of them all. So sweet, so innocent. That was my sister. That was who she was.

The idea that she would let me see her friends naked, in secret, flew in the face of all that. It just didn't make sense. And it bothered me so much that I didn't fall asleep until well after 2am. And even that didn't happen until I finally convinced myself that she was so worried about Cammie that she'd pushed everything else she believed in aside in order to save her friend.

That would be just like her, too, to sacrifice her own convictions to help a friend. Mostly unconvinced but satisfied enough to stop thinking about it, I finally dozed off.

**

Thursday went by like molasses. Friday went by slowly, too.

And then, finally, the sixth hour bell rang. I trudged down a hallway packed with people and finally holed up in the boys' bathroom closest to the nearest exit to the parking lot.

When the second bell rang, I ventured out into the hallway. It was deserted. Everyone was safely tucked away in their 15-minute-long, “workshop rooms”. It was the class the school gave everyone at the end of the day to work on their homework, a lame and futile attempt to give students school time to work on homework from the previous six hours. Normally I took advantage of that time to tackle Math problems or read books I'd been assigned from my English classes. Today I was skipping out.

A lot of people did the same thing, but those who rode buses really had no reason to. And most of the students rode buses. That day, though, nobody in the east wing of the school was skipping. Since Freshmen were too young to drive to school, this was no surprise.

I headed down the empty hall. If a hall monitor caught me without a pass, I would be doomed. But just like my sister had promised, no one got in my way. I was out and in the parking lot before I had to exhale with relief.

Her car, as promised, was still parked close to the building. I used the spare key she had given me to open up the passenger door. I crawled into the backseat and crawled down to the floor. I used a blanket she had placed there, neatly folded, to cover myself.

No one would see me. And no one did. When I heard the loud final bell ring I stilled my breath, but it wasn't necessary. Kids of all ages, 14-18, filed past the car and no one saw my cuddled mass laying on the backseat floor of my sister's Volvo. Even the Roosevelt kids who gathered around it to talk to Kaylee and her friends never saw me. And when she finally slid into the driver's seat, and put the car into reverse, all she said was, “Comfortable back there?”

“Mmm,” was all I risked saying.

She laughed. After the car had driven for at least a few blocks she said, “No one saw you, right?”

“No,” I said, turning over and pulling back the blanket. I was too tall for the confined space and I wanted to stretch out but couldn't. I said, “You were right, Mac wasn't in sight.”

Mac was Eleanor High's parking lot security guard. But he shared his duty with a neighboring school and, as Kaylee had predicted, he hadn't been around at the beginning of “workshop room”. 

“Good,” she said. “Once we get home, go straight to the bathroom, the one upstairs.”

I groaned. “I don't have to,” I said. “I just went, like, an hour ago.”

“I don't care,” she said, her tone light. “Try to squeeze a few more out. I don't want you peeing in my closet!”

We rode in silence the rest of the way home. I wasn't going to argue with her about my bladder. When I heard the garage door close behind us I finally sat up. Kaylee was grinning at me. “Ready?”

“I'm James Bond over here,” I said, rubbing the back of my neck.

I followed her into the house, then up the stairs to the bathroom. I managed to let out a soft stream and heard Kaylee chuckle outside the bathroom. Then I followed her to her bedroom and took a seat on my desk chair which we had placed inside her closet that morning after our mom went to work. 

She asked me one last time if I needed anything else. I said I didn't.

“Once I close this door you can't open it until I say so,” she said. 

Her voice was so earnest and demanding that I nearly laughed. Instead I said, “Jesus, Kay! I'll be fine.”

“You have to promise,” she said. She was serious.

“I promise,” I said, rolling my eyes.

“No!” she said. The tone of her voice surprised me. “You really have to promise. You have to swear. On Dad's grave, you have to swear. No opening this door until I tell you it's okay.”

I wasn't looking at her through the two-way mirror. The door was still open. I purposefully kept my eyes off her most appealing assets, then stared at her shoes. I was really surprised by her forceful tone. It sort of made me angry, but mostly it just confused me. We never invoked the “Dad's grave” promise unless something was really important.

“Look,” I said, “I know the plan, okay? You close the door, I put down the pole, and then I watch. I'll tell you what happens, you know? I'll tell you what Cammie is doing up here. I promise.”

She closed her eyes. Then she just stared at me, her eyes turning into icy pools of green which meant she was dead serious. She said, “On Dad's grave. Promise you won't open this door until I say you can. On Dad's grave.”

I had never, in all my life, seen Kaylee so desperate for a response. All I could think of to say was, “Yeah, okay. On Dad's grave, I promise.”

She closed the door. I could now see her but all she could see was her own reflection. I put the wooden rod in place to prevent the door from being opened again and when I looked up she was still there, looking at me.

“Do not open this door unless I tell you to. You swore.” 

I nodded and her eyes went frantic. Realizing that she couldn't see me I said, “Yes, I swore! Jesus, Kay!”

She grinned, spun around, and walked away. I was sitting in my very comfortable leather desk chair inside her closet. I expected that the next girl I would see through the two-way mirror would be one of her friends. A hot teen girl who I would soon see change into a bikini. I would soon see naked breasts and maybe even pussy. I was nervous in a way, but also ecstatic. The worries I'd had Wednesday night were nowhere to be found.

I patted the pocket of my jeans on my right thigh. I had stuffed some tissues in there thinking that maybe, just maybe, I would have to jerk off while watching one of them. Probably Holly. If I could control myself I would wait until later because the thought of masturbating in my sister's bedroom was a little creepy. But if I couldn't, I wanted to be prepared. 

**

Two men entered the room and I nearly gasped when they did. 

Two men. Old men. Men nearly my father's age, if he had lived so long. One was smiling, the other wasn't. I watched as the taller of the two carefully shut the door of my sister's room behind him. I watched as the slightly shorter one stamped his feet toward the window.

“This is fucked up,” the slightly shorter man said. He was leaning against the window sill. He said, “She's way too young. Chris Hanson is gonna show up any second. Or some other reporter, or some cop. This is a set-up, I can feel it.”

The taller man laughed and took a seat at the foot of my sister's bed. For some reason that really bugged me. I could see him in profile now, and he had a strong jaw, thick dark hair that grayed at the temples, and huge hands. Huge hands. They were curling into the pink bedspread of Kaylee's bed and I could feel my knuckles turning white as I clenched my fists in disbelief.

“You're the most paranoid fucker I ever met,” the taller man said. “It's not a set up. I've known her for a while and she's been begging me for something like this for weeks. Hell, she choreographed most of it herself. It's why I brought you in. You're the perfect partner, unless you let your paranoia ruin a good thing.”

He stood up from my sister's bed and stepped toward the shorter man. There was a quiet fury in his eyes when he said, “Don't fucking ruin this. I chose you over Simon because you have more control. Don't make me regret my decision.” 

“I have a bad feeling...,” the shorter man started.

The taller man interrupted him by shoving him with one of his huge hands. “Look, she's legit, alright? Quit with the fucking paranoia and trust me!”

“Trust you?” the shorter man snapped, shoving the taller one back. He had a shaved head and a thick, squat body that radiated strength. It looked, at the moment, like he was ready to use that strength to sucker punch the other man, and I honestly didn't know which of them would win if a fight broke out. But then he turned away from the windowsill to face me and the closet mirror. He exhaled long and slow and said, “You said she was barely into her 20's, man. Barely into her twenties. That's a fucking lie. That bitch is nowhere near twenty! She's barely into her teens or I'm fuckin' blind!”

He was talking about Kaylee, my sister, and I nearly lost it. He had just called her a “bitch”. I felt my mind grow red with rage and my instinct was to burst out of the closet and kick his ass. The only problem being, of course, was that he would make mince-meat out of me. He looked like a guy who'd had his fair share of fights in his day, and his days outnumbered mine by quite a bit. 

The taller one chuckled. He said, “Look, she's legal, alright? This is going to be great, you just have to chill out. Have I ever led us wrong?”

The shorter one calmed down a bit and turned back to his partner. “She's a real hottie, I'll give you that,” he acknowledged. “But we need to a thorough confession. I don't want to go back to Corcoran. Not over a piece that sweet, not over an kind of piece. Get me?”

The taller man nodded. “No one's going to prison,” he said. “We're all good. Trust me.”

I was stunned. Prison? Piece? Confession? I had absolutely no idea what these men were talking about. Who the hell were they? I was here to spy on my sister's friends, to find out if one of them was using drugs and maybe see a few naked girls in process. Instead I was looking at two guys in their late 40's arguing about whether or not my sister was “legit” or “legal” and whether or not they would go to “prison”. Go to prison for what? I kept thinking. And where the hell was Kaylee? Was she outside tanning with her friends or something? What in the Hell was going on?

The shorter man looked like he was going to say something but then the door to my sister's bedroom opened, and there she was, all smiles, carrying a tray. On it was a pitcher of lemonade and two empty glasses. Kaylee looked beautiful as always but she seemed to be glowing with energy in a way I had never witnessed before. My mouth went dry at the sight of her and suddenly I wished I had something to drink. 

My sister had changed out of the casual-yet-trendy outfit she had worn to school and into something a whole lot different than anything she normally wore. Her top was a pink-and-white striped sleeveless shirt that was so tight and revealing it made my mouth drop. I'd never seen her wear a shirt that showed so much cleavage. It was the kind of shirt that was designed for one purpose: to get a man's heart racing. It hugged her elegant body and all but revealed the fresh, teenage charms beneath it. Her shorts were bright white in color and similar to her top in that they were tight, very short, and hugged her legs in a way that left little to the imagination. I couldn't help but stare at her and feel my cock pulse beneath my denim jeans. 

I'd never seen her appear more alluring. She was barefoot and her eyes were dancing with joy as she held the tray in her tiny hands and smiled at the men.

Kaylee said, “I hope you guys are thirsty!”

She poured both of them drinks. The strange men accepted the glasses, which looked delicious to me given my cotton mouth. The taller one gulped his while the shorter only sipped. He seemed to be eying my sister in a very unfriendly way and I felt myself growing protective again. I squeezed my hands into fists and wondered for the millionth time why the hell they were there. The fact that Kaylee had obviously invited them to be there didn't matter. I sensed that she was in danger and I started to wonder whether or not the wooden pole that kept the sliding door locked could be used as a weapon. 

Everyone was silent for a while as the men enjoyed their drinks. My sister placed the tray on her nightstand and then gracefully spun on her heels and sauntered toward her walk-in closet. Toward me. Her c-cup breasts slightly jiggled beneath her tight top and I couldn't help but stare at the cleavage. Soon she was directly in front of the mirror, only inches away from me as I soaked in her incredibly sexy appearance from my seated position.

I won't lie. I got a hard-on. It couldn't be helped.

She stood in front of the mirror and hummed a familiar tune while she pretended to adjust her copper-colored hair. My heart rate increased even more when our eyes locked. It was like she knew I was staring directly back into her eyes. For a brief moment I saw her right index finger touch her lips in a “Shh” gesture. I thought I saw her give me a quick wink, too, and then she spun back around and said, “So, what next, Tiger?”

My eyes darted over her toward the taller man. He'd been leering at her ass but now he just smiled. He said, “As I explained, we do the confession. Then you get what you want.”

“First we want confirmation of age,” the shorter man said.

The taller man gave him a nasty look. But my sister just shrugged her shoulders and grinned at him. She said, “What, you want to see my driver's license? My birth certificate? This is supposed to be anonymous. Can't be anonymous if I show you all that, can it, 'Cain'?”

She spoke his alias with a laugh, and tossed her hair around one shoulder. I was staring at her back, and saw her hand, just above her butt, giving me a thumb's up sign. I had no idea what it meant, and I was too confused to even attempt deciphering it.

My mind was so confused that I missed Cain's response.

My sister was giggling. Her tone of voice was teasing and playful when she said, “Oh, come on, I look young for my age! But if you can't trust me on that, then maybe I can't trust you for our little game. If so, just leave. Tiger and I will have fun without you.”

The man she was calling Tiger, the taller man, was grinning. He crossed his strong arms across his chest and said to his friend, “How 'bout it, Cain? You know where the door is.”

The man named Cain dropped his head, shook it, and then thrust himself away from the windowsill. He was almost grinning when he said, “Fine, fine. Let's have some fun.”

“Yay!” Kaylee replied, clapping her hands together in excitement. The men couldn't help but laugh at her response, and neither could I, though I kept my laughter silent. It was like watching a child on Christmas morning. It was impossible to resist the obvious joy on her pretty face.

The smile vanished from my face, though, when she bounced over to the side of her bed and took a seat there, directly facing me. She seemed to be staring at me, the joy still apparent on her face but something else showing through her eyes, too. I couldn't quite figure out what it was but it made me nervous. I gave up trying to figure it out when Tiger walked over and stood in front of her, blocking her from my line of sight. 

He was holding something out in front of him, showing it to Kaylee, and he said, “Alright, this is the deal. I'll be using this to record the confession. Only the confession, as agreed. It's to protect us, you know, in case you decide afterward all of this wasn't consensual. Understand?”

“Sure do,” my sister replied. “But could you step to the side? I like looking at myself during, uh, everything. Remember?”

Tiger sidestepped to his left and said, “Yeah, sorry.” 

He glanced over his shoulder at the mirror, do doubt seeing the reflection of his large body hovering over my sister's small one. I saw him click a button on a small device I recognized as a micro-tape recorder and say, “Alright, this is Tiger. The date is May 12th, 2006, and I'm here with my partner, Cain, in our new friend Honor's house. Everyone say hi.”

“Hi!” my sister said.

Cain walked over from the window and stood to Tiger's right and said, “Hey.”

My sister's eyes darted up to Cain, who was at her left, and then back to Tiger, to her right. I was staring at the men's backs and my sister sitting in front of them between their large bodies. Once again I felt my throat go dry. I had a feeling I was about to find out exactly what was going on.

“Please explain, Honor, the exact reason why you invited me and my friend here today,” Tiger said.

Honor. That was the second time he'd referred to Kaylee as Honor. 

“Well,” she said, tilting her head to one side while keeping her eyes locked on her reflection and, therefore, directly on me, “I asked you guys to come here to fuck me.”

That was it. That sentence, those last few words, destroyed everything I thought I knew about anything in the world. I felt like I was in a dream, a nightmare. I felt my pulse quicken. I felt my soul shrivel up and run away in denial. I was a complete zombie as I watched the rest of the “confession”.

“And is there any particular way you wanted us to fuck you?”

She grinned and glanced away from her reflection and up at him. “Rough. I want to be treated like a slut, and a whore.”

“Explain what you mean by that,” he said. “How do you want to be treated like a whore?”

“Well,” she said, drawing the word out. “I want you to completely use me. And I want you to pay me for the privilege of doing so.”

Cain chuckled but Tiger didn't. He said, “Why should it be a privilege to fuck a slut like you, Honor? Why should we have to pay?”

Kaylee smirked at him. “Well, first of all, look at all this,” she said, gesturing down to her incredible teenage body. “Besides, it's part of the fantasy. It's what I want. I want to be fucked for money.”

“Have you ever fucked for money before, Honor?”

“Yes,” she said right away. And she wasn't lying, either. I knew it in my heart of hearts. Though everything was much too surreal to properly process, I finally understood that everything Kaylee was saying was the absolute truth.

“Okay,” Tiger said. “So you want us to pay you. How much, slut? How much should we have to pay for a whore like you?”

She shrugged. “Not much, I guess,” she admitted.

“And why is that?” he replied.

It almost sounded as though they'd had this conversation before. As though it had been planned. My sister said, “Because, I mean, I guess I'm a cheap whore, you know?”

Tiger nodded and reached into the left-hand pocket of his slacks. He pulled out a rumpled dollar bill and held it in front of her. I could barely make out Abraham Lincoln's face. Tiger said, “Think this'll cover it?”

She took the bill and smoothed it out on her thigh. Then she held it up and I clearly saw that it was a $5 bill. She said, “That seems about right.”

Cain reached into his jeans' pocket and produced a similar bill. He gave it to her.

“Let the record show that Cain and I have both given this cheap whore five dollars,” he said. Then he cleared his throat and continued, “Now that you've been paid, how do you feel?”

“Excited,” my sweet sister readily admitted. She was staring at me and smiling.

“Most girls would only feel dirty,” he said.

My sister shrugged. “I do. That's what's so exciting.”

Tiger nodded and said, “You really are a cheap slut, then, Honor. Tell me, how old were you the first time you had sex?”

I braced myself. I wanted to hear her say, “I've never had sex.” I wanted to hear her sound like the lovely, sweet girl I'd always known, my beloved older sister, Kaylee.

Instead she said, “I was 12.”

My jaw dropped. If you had asked me ten minutes earlier I would have said with firm conviction that my sister was a virgin. After all, she'd never had a boyfriend. Memories of her saying, “Life's too short for that” echoed through my head as I stared at her sheepish smile. 

Once again she was looking at her reflection, looking at me. I gulped dryly and tried to push away the feeling of dizziness that was threatening to take over and make me pass out.

“That's pretty young,” Tiger said. “Who was it with? Who did you lose your cherry to?”

“He was my mom's boyfriend,” Kaylee said, the slight smile still on her lips. 

I felt once again like I'd been punched in the gut. All the air rushed out of me and I felt beads of sweat form on my brow. “My mom's boyfriend,” she'd said. The words echoed in my ear as I recalled the man our mom had dated when Kaylee had been 12 and I had been ten. His name had been Andrew and he used to take me out back to play catch. I liked him, I'd wanted my mom to marry him, but he had had sex with Kaylee. My beautiful sister. When she was only 12-years-old.

I suddenly hated him. And I felt myself starting to hate Kaylee, too.

“Well, I guess you have plenty of experience, then,” Tiger said. “So tell me, what are we going to do today?”

“You know what we're going to do,” she said coyly. “We're going to fuck.”

“And how do you want to be fucked?” he said.

“Rough,” she breathed out. Her eyes were staring up at him. The expression on her face could only be described as wanton. 

“And we're going to have a safe word,” Tiger said. “Correct?”

“Yes,” she said. “'Toyota'.”

He nodded. “Just to make sure you understand, that is the only word you can say that will make us stop something,” he explained. “Telling us 'no', 'stop', or anything else will only encourage us. The safe word, and nothing else, will make us stop doing something. You understand?”

She nodded. “I do,” she said.

Tiger clicked the recorder off. “That should be good enough,” he said. Turning to Cain he asked, “What do you think?”

“I think it's time the slut took off her clothes,” the shorter man replied. Apparently any reservations he'd had about Kaylee, including her age, had been forgotten.

“Wait,” Kaylee said, her voice sort of trembling but not from fear. “One last thing. Remember, I like watching myself. Whatever we do, I want to be able to see myself in the mirror while doing it, okay?”

Tiger chuckled. “A narcissistic slut,” he said. “That's fine. But if you really get off on watching yourself, I left my equipment in my car.”

“No,” she said, shaking her head. “No camera. Just the mirror.”

“Fine,” Tiger said. He knelt over, placing his hands on his knees like an umpire so that his face was inches from her. I could see the look in his eyes, a fierce look, when he said, “Now you listen to me, you fucking slut. That's the last thing you get to request of us, the last goddamn thing. From here on out Cain and I here give the orders, and you best obey. Understand?”

“Yes,” she said, her voice soft and breathless.

He gripped her by the chin and roughly turned her face in his direction. She'd been staring at me. He said, “Yes, what, whore?”

“Yes, sir,” she replied.

He let go of her chin. “Good,” he said. “Now stand up and strip naked. And don't waste any fucking time about it, either.”

She stood up and the two men gave way for her. They each took a seat and sat on the edge of the bed as she began to peel off her shirt. And that's when I crushed my eyelids shut and shook my head in dismay.

She was going to do it. She was going to do everything these men asked of her, including sex, which would be rough. And I would be a witness to the whole thing. I couldn't believe it.

Suddenly I felt betrayed by Kaylee, betrayed for a variety of reasons but first and foremost because she had tricked me into this. She had wanted me to see this, wanted me to watch, and she had lied to me in order to accomplish her little game. I felt sick to my stomach with anger and sadness. Kaylee had betrayed me. The person I trusted most in life, the person I loved the most, had stabbed me in the back. And on my birthday, no less.

But why? Why had she gone through all this? I considered it for a minute and then decided it didn't matter. The ends didn't justify the means, whatever she thought the ends were. I suddenly considered crying out in anguish. If the men found out I was there I was sure they would leave. Or, I thought, perhaps I should charge out of the closet and beat them silly with the wooden pole. Even if she did claim to want it, they shouldn't be treating my sister this way. She was only sixteen. They were taking advantage of her. I was her brother, and I should go out there and protect her.

In the end, of course, I did nothing. I just sat there, my eyes shut tight while the anger built up in my mind. Suddenly there was no sadness, only burning anger at the girl I had thought of as my sister. But she wasn't my sister. My sister wouldn't act like this. The girl out there in Kaylee's room was just some slut, some stupid whore who deserved what she got.

That's when my eyes snapped open. If the stupid whore wanted me to watch, I decided, I would watch.

She was already naked by the time I was looking again and she was turning in place, showing off her body to the two men sitting on her bed. She had a sweet smile on her face as she looked at her reflection and I felt some stirrings of guilt inside me. The smile was that of my sister's and I suddenly hated myself for thinking all those mean things about her a moment earlier. Then her back was to me and as I stared at her amazing ass she said to the men, “You like?”

“Shut up, whore,” Cain said, standing up. He gripped her by one slender wrist and dragged her closer to the mirror, closer to me. Tiger followed as Cain pushed her down to her knees facing the mirror and said, “You're gonna suck my cock now, understand?”

“Yes,” she breathed. She was visibly trembling but her eyes showed nothing but arousal and joy. She really did like being treated like this. It was obvious.

Cain smacked her across the face, hard, and Kaylee gasped in pain. I rose out of my chair a few inches, instinct telling me to go protect her, but then I reminded myself that she wanted this. And that she wanted me to watch. I sat back down.

“Call me sir, you fucking whore,” Cain growled.

Tiger had joined them and was on her left, now, his back a mere six inches from the mirror. He gripped Kaylee by her hair and yanked her head up in his direction. Then he spat in her face, something so degrading and harsh that I almost got out of my chair again.

“You like that, slut? You like being spit on like a cheap piece of trash?” he demanded.

“Yes, sir,” she said, breathless. Her eyes darted back and forth between the two men and she begged, “Treat me like trash, sirs, please...”

Cain chuckled and spit in her face the same way Tiger had. He said, “Don't you dare wipe that off, bitch. Now take my cock.”

I hadn't noticed because his back was to me but he had already unzipped his pants and pulled out a hard, long cock. I could see it now that he turned to his left to angle his crotch toward her face. It had to be about seven inches in length, I figured, and it was very thick. 

My sister was naked, on her knees, and facing the mirror with spit streaking her young, innocent face. I was beyond being surprised anymore when she turned her head in the cock's direction and, without a word, started to gag herself on it.

The man let her do this for only a few seconds before he gripped her roughly by the back of her head and pulled her face down on his cock. I had seen deep throating videos on the Internet before, but seeing one in real life made my stomach churn at first. I watched as Kay placed her left hand on the man's thigh and slightly pushed. 

Tiger assisted his friend by swatting away Kay's hand. “Behind your back, slut,” he said. “You don't touch us. You let him fuck your face however he wants.”

Her eyes were wide and were suddenly staring at her reflection, and I almost thought she was begging me for help. Her face was turning red and I realized she couldn't breathe. Then her throat took in the last few inches of Cain's cock and suddenly her nose was stuffed against his wiry pubic hair. 

“That's it, that's a good whore,” Cain said, a sound of satisfaction in his voice. “You like looking at that? Seeing your whore mouth take down seven inches of cock?”

Kaylee made a sound that might have been “Mmm hmm” but it was hard to make out. Her face was really red now and I started to panic. She was choking to death on this man's cock! How could she even say the safe word if she wanted to?

A long moment followed before Cain finally let go of her head. After he did Kaylee pulled her head back in one quick motion and gasped for air. Her face quickly regained its normal complexion but it glistened from the spit and her own saliva, too, as well as tears streaking down from her eyes. I expected her to use the safe word now. There was no way she would want to do that again.

But she didn't say anything. Instead she smiled at her reflection as she caught her breath. I couldn't believe it.

Tiger gripped her head now. He, too, had unzipped his pants and I saw that his cock was even longer than Cain's but just as thick. Without a word my sister obediently gagged herself on his cock the same way she had with Cain. Once again she took it all down, nearly passed out, but was smiling afterwards.

This went on for a few minutes, my sister being shared between the two men only inches away from where I sat watching in secret. The only threesome porn I had ever watched on the Internet before involved two women and one man, not two men and one woman, and I was stunned by how much it was turning me on. My friends and I had always joked that only someone who was secretly gay would enjoy watching more cocks than pussy in a movie. Now I changed my mind. Because what I was watching was the hottest thing I'd ever seen.

They were trading her back and forth, treating her like shit, and it was turning me on. Big time. I no longer cared that it was Kaylee, I no longer cared about the betrayal and all that, and I no longer cared that my sister was completely different than I had ever imagined. I was caught up in watching the men fuck her throat, entranced by how increasingly messy her beautiful face was each time she came up for air.

It was Tiger's turn now, but rather than shove his cock down Kaylee's throat he got on one knee instead and gripped her neck with one of his huge hands. He said, “You like being choked, bitch?”

Kaylee nodded. There was a manic expression on her face and she gasped when he spat on it, his saliva nearly landing in her eyes. 

“You answer me,” the man demanded. I could see that he was tightening his hand around her throat.

“Yes, sir!” she managed to say. Her face was turning red but she did nothing to stop him from choking her. Behind her back her hands remained clasped together.

“Good,” he said with a harsh smile. “Now that we've loosened it up we're going to really fuck your throat, you dumb slut. Stand the fuck up.”

My sister stood and followed the man to her bed. He pushed her onto it and roughly placed her lithe body in the position he wanted. When he was done she was laying on her back with her head just off it, upside down now and staring at her reflection. If she opened her mouth, I realized, the men would have unobstructed access to her throat. I'd never seen anything like this and my cock throbbed with desire.

Tiger took her first. After finally removing his pants and boxers so that he was naked from the waist down he stood in front of her, widened his stance until he was at the right level, then moved his hips forward. I could see my sister's eyes between his spread legs and hanging balls, and they never shut or looked away from me as Tiger began to fuck his cock down my sister's throat.

He did it fast, he did it rough, and Kaylee seemed to love it. Every time he slammed his cock home his balls made a loud slapping sound as they whacked against her nose. She was also making wet gagging sounds, or rather, the cock fucking her throat was making wet gagging sounds, and it all sounded much louder than I would have expected. I couldn't understand how she could take it, I couldn't understand why she'd want it, but I couldn't deny how worked up watching him fuck her throat like this was getting me. My own dick was harder than it'd ever been and was begging for me to jerk it. But I resisted the temptation. 

When Tiger stood back so Cain could take his place there was a brief moment when I could see her face, and boy was it a mess. It was slick with her saliva, trails of it dripping down her face and into her dangling hair. My darling, gorgeous sister looked like a train wreck, but the image turned me on more than anything else.

Cain was even more brutal when he got his turn at her gaping mouth. Not only did he fuck her throat faster, he occasionally let his cock remained stuffed down her throat long enough so that her face turned red. After she had been sufficiently gagged he started fucking her throat again. He never came out all the way to give her the chance to fill her lungs with air and the look in Kaylee's eyes told me she was at her wits end.

Loud slapping sounds filled the room and I soon realized that Cain, while fucking my sister's throat, was also slapping her tits. Hard. I couldn't see her breasts but I saw the swinging motion of his hand and could tell where they were landing. Kaylee's reaction to the blows were simply throbbing eyes and gasping mouth.

“Such a fucking slut,” he said as he beat her tits while fucking her throat. He slapped one of her tits again and continued, “You really like getting roughed up like this. Never met such a fucking whore. Fucking $5 whore. I can see your pussy all wet and creamy down there. You love this, don't you?”

Of course, there was no way for her to answer, but she didn't need to. I could see the answer in her eyes. She did enjoy it, she did love it. And I wouldn't have been surprised in the least if what he was saying about her pussy was true. I couldn't see it, but from the look in her eyes I could tell she was wet.

She loved what was being done to her. The surprising thing, though, was that I was beginning to love hearing him say all these mean, degrading things to her. It was such a reversal from a month ago when I'd gotten into a fight because someone had said something mean about her, my dear sister.

They traded her back and forth until each guy had about five turns at her throat like that. After Cain finished his last turn Tiger got down on a knee in front of her. I could see that, on the bed, she'd pulled her feet back and splayed her thighs wide. I also noticed that one of her hands was down there. I hadn't noticed before but she had been masturbating while her throat had been fucked.

Tiger said in a cruel tone of voice, “What do you think your family would say if they saw you like this, whore? What if mommy and daddy could see you, what would they say?”

I gulped almost audibly and felt my heart cringe with guilt. She was staring directly at me when she replied between gasps for air, “They'd... still... l-love... me... sir...”

Both men laughed and I dropped my head in shame. Because I knew she hadn't been talking to the men. She'd been addressing me.

“You're wrong, you stupid whore,” Tiger chuckled. “No one loves a whore. No dad, no mom, no brother or sister ever loved a fucking whore-slut like you. Tell me that. Tell me no one fucking loves a goddamn whore.”

I felt tears well up in my eyes. I felt incredibly sorry for her suddenly. Because the truth was I thought he might be right. I wasn't sure I loved her anymore.

I wasn't sure I loved my sister anymore. And it broke my heart.

“No one loves a... a whore,” she breathed after panting for a moment. Our eyes were still locked together. I wondered if she had any idea what was going through my head. I wondered if she'd said what she'd just said because she could sense it might be true.

I felt awful. But before I could dwell on things for very long Tiger stood up and ordered my sister to get on all fours. While she got into position on her mattress both men removed their shirts.

Kaylee was in profile from my point of view, now, her face pointed to the front of her bed and her feet facing the foot of it. She was on all fours just like she'd been instructed and I watched as Tiger got into position behind her. His cock was slick from her saliva but to my surprise he was putting a condom on it. For some reason it seemed odd that Kaylee would have asked for such protection. Then again, maybe it was Tiger's choice, not hers. I didn't know but at the moment I really didn't care.

While Tiger got ready behind her Cain got on his knees in front of her. He gripped her roughly by the back of the head and yanked her face up at him. He said, “Alright, cunt, decision time. You want him in your ass or pussy?”

“P-pussy, sir,” she said right away. He smiled before slapping her hard across the face, making her gasp in pain. Then he said, “Open wide, bitch.”

Kaylee did as she was told and soon Cain was fucking his cock in and out of her throat. Meanwhile, behind her, Tiger finished putting on the condom and he began to push his cock into her pussy. I could hear Kaylee moan around the cock thrusting in and out of her throat. There was a look of pure ecstasy in her eyes.

Cain pulled out all the way and said, “You don't cum yet, bitch, you hear me?”

She was moaning with pleasure as Tiger buried his penis inside her vagina from behind. She tried to answer but it seemed like she couldn't. All she could do was moan and breathe as the cock fully penetrated her. Cain got impatient, slapped her across the face again, and demanded, “Don't you fucking cum, bitch! Understand?”

“I, I...,” Kaylee managed to groan. Both her eyes and her mouth snapped wide open and a loud, wanton groan of pleasure emanated from her throat. 

And that was it. I couldn't take it anymore. My sister was having an orgasm right in front of me, the hottest teenage girl I knew submitting to these two monsters, and I just couldn't take it. Slowly, carefully, I stood up from the desk chair. I unzipped my jeans, let them fall to my feet, and I sat back down. My cock, about the size of Cain's, was rock-hard and leaking pre-cum already. I gripped it gently and began to whack off. I sighed at the pleasure my own hand gave me.

“The fucking whore came after I told her not to,” Cain told Tiger after slapping Kaylee again.

The man fucking her grunted in annoyance and slapped my sister's ass, hard. He said, “Let's punish her then, man.”

“Oh, we'll fucking punish her,” Cain agreed. He gripped my sister by the chin and spat in her face. Then he slapped her once, twice, three times before saying, “You like being punished, don't you, bitch?”

“Y-yes, sir,” Kaylee agreed. Even though her face was red from being smacked so hard the expression in her eyes was still one of pure ecstasy. 

Behind her Tiger was really going to town on her pussy. He slammed his cock in and out of her body with such violent force I couldn't believe my sister managed to remain in place. Cain began slapping her face again, this time with his cock, and he said, “How's that cunt feel, man?”

“Tight,” Tiger groaned. “Real fucking tight.”

“Yeah?” Cain asked. He looked back down at my sister's face and said, “How is it a slut like you manages to keep such a tight pussy?”

Apparently he didn't want an answer, though, because he took advantage of one of Kaylee's gasps of pleasure and shoved his dick down her throat. He went back to face fucking her while Tiger fucked her pussy, the two skewering her like a pig on a spit.

Meanwhile, back in the closet, I was pumping my cock with my fist as I stared at my sister with nothing but wanton lust in my heart. I forgot about all things brotherly, my anger from before, my guilt afterwards, everything. I just soaked in the scene the same way I did when I watched a porn movie on the Internet. Her swaying tits beneath her, her rounded ass behind her, her gaping mouth and messy hair. I could see her strain her right eye over to the mirror whenever she got a chance and for some reason that turned me on even more, knowing that she was seeing what I was seeing. That she liked what she saw as much as I did. And that she knew I was watching and didn't care.

Tiger said, “Alright, man, we better move on.”

“Yeah,” the man agreed.

Both men pulled out of her and she immediately turned and sat on the edge of the bed. Her small body, surprising, still seemed fresh despite what she'd just gone through. She breathed heavily while inspecting her appearance in the mirror adjusted her hair, pushing it back behind her ears. I noticed that Cain, meanwhile, was putting on a condom. I wondered if he and Tiger were trading places, then noticed that Tiger was leaving his condom on.

“Ready for act three, whore?” Cain said.

Kaylee smiled at him but before she could answer she cried out in pain when he grabbed her roughly by the hair and dragged her off her bed. She fell to the floor, hard, and he led her, crawling, toward the mirror. Tiger, meanwhile, kept ahead of them then laid down on his back, his head about a foot away from the mirror and his feet pointed at the bed. 

“This your first time doing this, right, slut?” Cain said.

“Yes, sir,” she breathed. There was a tone of desperate anticipation in her voice. 

Cain let go of my sister's head when she was about two feet from the mirror. I marveled at her breasts, swaying beneath her body, and pumped my fist faster over my cock. I watched in awe as my sister crawled over to Tiger, lifted up her left leg, and placed it on the other side of his body. She pressed her small hands into his chest for support. Tiger was gripping his cock at its base, aiming the hard member directly at my sister's pink, glistening slit.

Just as she began to lower herself on it Kaylee looked up at her reflection. Once again she found my eyes and left them there. There was an expression of pure sexual lust on her pretty face and it was like she was trying to communicate to me that this was the best feeling in the world.

I hadn't been able to get a good look at her pussy being penetrated when she was getting fucked on the bed, but now the image was a few mere feet away and I gazed at the sight with astonishment. The cock looked much, much too large to possibly fit inside her tiny body. But then, with only the slightest grunt of pain, the head of Tiger's cock popped into Kaylee's pussy she sighed with delight. I watched with morbid fascination as she impaled herself on the spike.

Inch after inch of the hard dick disappeared inside her vagina and my sister's soft, girlish moans of pleasure began to rise in volume. Meanwhile my cock, which I had been pumping incessantly, was ready to pop whenever I wanted it to. Thankfully for me I had been masturbating to Internet porn for a long time and had developed the ability to hold off on cumming for a long time. With the movies it was because I wanted to wait until the end. This was pretty much the same. I wanted to see what was going to happen next before I let myself explode. 

Once my sister had lowered herself all the way onto Tiger's cock she straightened her back, smiled in delight, and cupped her breasts with her hands. She was playing with her nipples as she stared at her reflection and she began to bounce on the cock inside her. I slowed my pumping fist as I watched this and found myself staring at her eyes as much as anything. Part of me was trying to figure out what I saw in them now, after all I'd seen her do. But mostly I just pushed those thoughts away and allowed myself to enjoy the most erotic thing I'd ever seen in my life.

After about five minutes of riding Tiger's cock I heard Cain say, “Better do this now, man.”

I hadn't been paying him any attention but saw, now, that he was standing off to the side, jerking his hard and condom-covered cock in much the same way I was stroking my own. He walked around behind my sister and, placing each foot on either side of Tiger's outstretched thighs, faced the mirror.

Without instruction my sister leaned forward and placed a hand on either side of Tiger's head. She lowered her body until she was on her elbows and her wonderful tits were a few inches above Tiger's chest. His cock was still inside her pussy, I knew, still stuffed all the way inside her young body. She glanced into the mirror and said, “Ready, sir.”

Behind her I watched as Cain got on his knees. He was holding his cock by its base the way he would if he was planning putting it into her pussy. But Tiger's cock was still inside her pussy, so where the hell did he plan on putting it?

“Oh my god,” I whispered out loud when I realized what was about to happen. Thankfully I said the unbidden words so softly that even I had a hard time hearing them.

Kaylee was panting in anticipation and staring at the mirror, no doubt knowing I was watching the impossible scene unfold. My sister, my sweet and darling older sister, was about to get double-penetrated.

I'd heard the term before. I'd read about it in a few porn stories. But I'd never seen it because of my fear of two-men, one-woman homophobia. But now, in real life, I watched my sister's face contour in pain as it was done to her.

“Easy,” Cain said as my sister groaned in pain. “Good slut like you will enjoy this, just relax, whore.”

She was panting, groaning, and even shrieking from time to time. Once again I couldn't believe my sister was doing this. Behind her I could see her rounded ass and Cain pushing his hips closer and closer against it. I couldn't see his cock enter her asshole but I knew it had. I was so stunned that I stopped jacking my cock, but when it throbbed in arousal I started up again.

Finally Cain was entirely inside Kaylee. Now my beautiful 16-year-old sister had successfully taken a cock in both her pussy and anus at the same time. Cain left his dick planted inside her for a good minute or two until my sister's moaning was pure pleasure and no pain. Then the real fun began.

“Oh, God, fuck! Oh, God, fuck!” Kaylee groaned. Her eyes seemed to be about twice their normal size and they were aimed directly at me. Behind her Cain was slowly picking up the pace of the anal-pounding he was giving her and she was clearly enjoying it more and more. Tiger, meanwhile, seemed content on letting his cock remain motionless inside her.

As far as I could tell Kaylee seemed to have at least three orgasms during the double-penetration. Each time she climaxed her face tightened up until the orgasm had passed, leaving a look of delirious joy in its place. Then she would slowly build up her moans of desire again and the whole thing would start over.

What surprised me was how long she endured this. She enjoyed the DP for far longer than anything else she had been through that day. When it did end, in fact, it wasn't because of her. It was because of Cain.

“Shit, better move on, and quick,” he said after at least twenty minutes of fucking her ass.

“Alright,” Tiger said. He brought his hands up and pressed them into Kaylee's hanging tits. He told her,  “Time's up, slut.”

My sister just panted in reply but groaned with pleasure when Cain pulled his cock out of her ass. I watched as he quickly peeled off the condom and tossed it aside while Kaylee stood up on wobbly legs. She didn't stand for long, though. Right after pulling out of her Cain pushed her back down on her knees. She was about three feet in front of the mirror, now, directly in front of where she knew I was sitting.

The two men took a place at either side of her head. They were pumping their condemless cocks with sure, rapid motions of their hands. Tiger said, “Ever take two loads to the face before, whore?”

“Yes, sir,” she smiled up at him. His cock was only inches from her face and now I knew what was going to happen next.

“Shit,” Cain groaned. “Was the DP the only slutty thing you've never done before, cunt?”

“Oh, I can think of a few more slutty things I'd like to try, sir,” she smiled sweetly at him.

That seemed to do it for Cain. He grunted and then sighed in relief as stream after stream of cum burst from his cock, coating my sister's pretty face with more gobs of cum than I thought was possible from one dick. 

I'd seen facials in movies before, of course, but seeing it done to my sister brought the degrading nature of the act to far new lows. My heart pounded in my chest as Tiger let his cock erupt, too, and strings of his white goo joined with Cain's in coating her face entirely.

“Ahh, that's a good slut,” Tiger sighed. 

Kaylee made no move to wipe any of the cum away. All she did was smile prettily and lick her lips. And that did it for me. It was the final degradation, the final humiliation to my sister I could endure. I had to force myself not to make a sound as my cock, too, erupted.

As I recovered from my orgasm I watched in a daze as the men got dressed, talking casually about the fun they'd just had. My sister, meanwhile, didn't move an inch. I wondered vaguely whether she knew I had just had an orgasm. I wondered where the smile on her face came from. I wondered about a lot of things.

When her bedroom door slammed shut I was snapped back into reality. Without thinking I stood up and quickly pulled up my jeans and boxers. Then I stood there, feeling sort of dumb because I wasn't sure what to do next.

Kaylee finally stood up, too. I watched her walk casually over to her dresser. From one of the drawers she produced a towel and began cleaning her face. From outside I heard car doors slam shut, an engine start, and wheels drive away.

“You can come out now, Cole,” Kaylee said softly. She was still cleaning her face and wasn't looking at me. “I told them to leave as soon as they were finished. Part of the fantasy, you know? Used and then forgotten about...”

Her voice trailed off. I wondered if she was thinking what I was thinking. That she was speaking to me now for the first time since I'd found out who she really was. That I would be, in effect, talking to a stranger if I dared open my mouth.

After a long pause I reached over and removed the wooden pole. I just stood there afterwards, too anxious, too embarrassed, maybe, to open the door. I had just jerked off while watching my own beloved sister be humiliated, treated like shit, and acting like the biggest slut I'd ever heard of. I didn't feel guilt, exactly. But I didn't know what I felt.

My sister must have sensed my trepidation. Without a word she walked over to the glass door and slid it open in a casual, confident manner. I was looking at her now without the glass between us. She was still naked but her face was clean for the first time since the face fucking that had started everything.

“No more lies,” she said after we had stared at each other for a good long minute. “Okay?”

I nodded. She stepped back from the closet and went over to her bed. I watched as she sat on the edge of her bed and pull open a drawer on her nightstand. She took a bottle of disinfectant out, squirted some of it into either hand, then rubbed herself all over the face. While she did this she said, “Okay, what's the first thing you want to say to me?”

“Why?” I blurted without thinking. I guess it was better not to think. “Why did you do all that? Why did you trick me into watching you do... do...”

She was finished with the disinfectant, and I was really glad she'd used it. Not because it made her look any cleaner but because it filled the room with the smell of roses, masking the lingering smells of sex it replaced.

“I did all that,” she said matter of factly, channeling our mom, “because I'm a slut and I enjoy be treated like one. I wanted you to watch it because I couldn't think of any other way you would ever be convinced.”

“Convinced!” I yelled, louder than I meant to. “Jesus, Kay! You had me watch you get DP'd so I'd know you were a, a....”

“Slut,” she said helpfully.

I shot her a look. I didn't know what I was feeling anymore. I wasn't sure about anything. I said, “Kay, it's like I don't even know you anymore. The sister who drove me to school this morning doesn't pull crap like this! That sister...”

“...is right in front of you, Cole!” she snapped. “I haven't changed any.”

I laughed at that. “Haven't changed? I can't believe you'd even try to argue that,” I said. “I mean, Jesus. This morning I thought you were as pure as Snow White. Did you know that's how I always think of you, as Snow White? Like that costume you wore two years ago...”

“That costume,” she interrupted, “was a disguise. Underneath it was the truth, Cole!”

I blinked. “What?”

She sighed. “Look, sit down. Let me tell you a story, okay? Please?”

Part of me would rather have left the room. Feeling stubborn I said, “Only if you put something on. Jesus, you're still naked, Kay.”

She laughed at that. “Fine, don't sit. I'm not putting anything on. And don't try and pretend like you're suddenly embarrassed by this. Out of curiosity, how many times have you jerked off since you saw me in the bathroom the other day?”

“I never did that!” I said, which was the truth.

She furrowed her brow at that. She believed me. Deciding it wasn't important she shrugged her shoulders, “Well, fine. But you jerked off at least once in the closet. Your fly is still down.”

My face flushed red as I zipped my jeans shut. She giggled at my discomfort and said, “Okay, please just listen Cole. Can you just promise to listen?”

I felt she had won our verbal sparring match. I nodded.

She took in a deep breath. I couldn't help but admire her naked breasts as she did. After exhaling she looked at me and said, “That Halloween, when I was dressed as Snow White, I was going to a party, remember? Over at Holly's?”

I nodded.

“Only that wasn't the truth,” she said. “The party was actually in the Valley. Me and a few others were only meeting at Holly's. One of her older friends drove us to the real party. And it was at Holly's that I took off my Snow White costume which, as I already said, was just a disguise. Underneath my real outfit was, well... I wish I still had it. So I could show you. But just trust me when I say it made me look like a cheap hooker, okay? And that's what I was really going as. A hooker. I knew Mom would explode at the notion so I came up with the Snow White camouflage.”

She paused. I took the opportunity to shake my head, which was having a hard time processing all this, and said, “Why, why are you even telling me this?”

“Because,” she said, leaning forward and looking me directly in the eye, “I realized that night that the hooker costume wasn't a costume at all. The Snow White outfit was a costume, me pretending to be something I wasn't. The hooker costume represented what I really was. What I really am.”

“So you're a hooker,” I said. I gestured toward the two crumpled $5 bills next to her on the bed. “That's why you did all that? For money?”

“Figuratively, I'm a hooker, a whore,” she admitted. “Literally, I'm just a slut. A born slut. It's what I've always been. It's the same as with Aunt Jany. She was born a lesbian. She had no choice. I was born a slut, Cole. I had no choice. It's what I am and I'm not going to pretend I'm not.”

“Except to me,” I said, the anger returning to my voice. “You wore that 'Snow White costume' around me, all the time, all my life! You convinced me it was what you were, who you were, and it was all one big giant fucking lie!”

She waited a moment to see if I wanted to yell anything else at her. When I didn't she said, in all seriousness, “Cole, I didn't lie to you. I would never lie to you. Not about who and what I am, at least.”

I laughed again. “Bullshit!” I said. “You go around acting like little Ms. Innocent all the time, with your PETA meetings and cheer leading and...”

“That's what I am, too, Cole!” she interrupted, the anger back in her voice. “A person isn't just one thing! Aunt Jany isn't just a lesbian, she's also an artist, a sister, an aunt, a thousand other things! And me, yes, I'm a slut! But I'm also an animal rights activist, a vegetarian, a volleyball player, a daughter, and... and....”

Her voice trailed off. Something clicked inside of me when I saw the desperate look on her face. I realized she was beginning to think that Tiger might have been right, earlier, when he'd said no one loved a whore. And just as the subject matter had made me feel sorry for her then, I felt compassion for her grow in me now. 

So I said probably the wisest words I'd ever spoken in my life. I said, “And you're my sister.”

She stood up, tears welling in her eyes, and I met her halfway as we hugged each other tight. The feeling of her warm, naked young body pressing against me did nothing but stir up brotherly love and affection. My cock didn't so much as twitch.

After breaking off the embrace we smiled at each other for a few minutes. Finally I grew a bit more serious. She did to. When she went over to her bed I followed and sat next to her. I said, “Look, Kay. I understand, now, you're a slut. What you need to understand is that, you know, I'll love you no matter who you are. I know that now. I feel stupid for ever thinking otherwise. But, you know, I'm... worried about you.”

“Worried how?” she asked softly.

I struggled to find the words. “You keep bringing up Aunt Jany. And you know, maybe you were born this way, I get it. But didn't Aunt Jany always say you had to be yourself as long as no one got hurt?”

“Did either of those guys look hurt when they were fucking me?” she teased.

I blushed a little. “That's not what I meant. I'm not worried about you hurting them. I'm worried that you might be hurting yourself.”

“How so?” she said without pause. “Cole, look, I'm smart about what I do. I eat right, I exercise, and I get check-ups at the doctor's on a regular basis. Plus, I never have sex with anyone without a condom. And as slutty as I am it's not like I'll fuck just anybody. If someone seems... dirty? You know, like a druggie or something, I don't do anything with them.”

“What if you got raped?” I blurted.

She laughed. “Can't rape the willing, silly!”

I groaned. “That's not what I meant. I just mean, what if this... lifestyle of yours put you in a dangerous situation? And someone with AIDs or something forced themselves on you? Or worse?”

She sighed. “There are no guarantees in life, not for anybody,” she said. “I could be the purest girl in the world and still end up getting raped by an HIV-infected serial killer. It does happen, I know. But I don't put myself in dangerous situations, Cole. Everything that happened today, for instance, was carefully planned. I've known Roy for almost a year now. I trust him.”

“Roy?” I asked.

Kaylee smiled. “That's Tiger's real name. And he's actually a really sweet, caring guy. When we're not doing a scene, at least.”

I stared at her in puzzlement.

She laughed. “I'm sorry,” she said. “A scene is like... think of it as a fantasy. A well choreographed, pre-planned fantasy. Not something you come up with on the fly, but something you and your partner plan for ahead of time.”

“Cain didn't seem like he was part of the planning,” I pointed out. “While you were getting them lemonade he was stressing about your age.”

She laughed. “Yeah, Roy said he might. But he's worked with Cain for years, now, and Cain did know the basic plot of today's scene. He just hadn't met me yet, is all.”

I nodded. That made sense, in a strange way. Then something else occurred to me. I said, “Wait... what do you mean they work together?”

Kaylee suddenly grew very serious. “Okay, look. There's something else you need to know, something very important. Come here.”

She stood up and offered me her hand. I felt strange taking it but followed her to her desk where her computer was set up. The strangeness came from the surreal aspect of everything. She was naked, I was clothed. She was my sister, I was her brother. She was a slut, and I still loved her. I shook my head and wondered internally, “What now?”

The computer booted up and a few minutes later Kaylee opened up her web browser. She was sitting in her desk chair while I stood at her side. I kept glancing down at her lovely naked body and some very unbrotherly feelings threatened to stir my cock to full attention. I pushed those thoughts away as she typed a web address into the browser.

“What's 'I'm going to be a pornstar someday?',” I asked in confusion.

“It's my blog,” she said without missing a beat.

I stared at the site. It was a typical blog, something you'd see on Blogger, and I knew right away that's how she hosted it. But it had its own domain name: “www.imgoingtobeapornstarsomeday.xxx”. I also saw that the blog was at least a year old. There were archive dates that went back well into the previous year. The most recent blog entry, right at the top of the page, was titled, “My brother just saw me naked! OMG!”

“What... the... fuck!” I breathed.

Kaylee giggled in a nervous sort of way. “I've been posting regular updates for over a year,” she said. “It was Roy's idea. You know, to build a fan-base. And it's working. I get over 10,000 hits a day to the site and that number is rising quickly. By the time I'm 18 and can officially do porn I'll be entering the world of adult entertainment with more fans than most pornstars have today.”

I was stunned. Especially when I noticed, at the top right of the page, a clock that was counting down backwards to July 17th, 2008. That was Kaylee's birthday.

The day she would turn 18.

“Holy shit,” I whispered. “So you...”

When she realized I couldn't finish, Kaylee finished for me. “Yes, Cole. I'm going to be a pornstar. Roy runs a very successful company and I'm going to do my first movies with him. But I'm not going to stop there. If everything goes as planned I'll be bigger than Jenna Jameson by the time I turn 20.”

She said all this very seriously. I was speechless. I turned away from her and went back to her bed because I had to sit down. My sister was going to be a porno-actress. I was in such a state that if you told me, at that moment, that scientists had discovered a way to make cats fly by spinning their tails, I would have believed you whole-heartedly. Because nothing, absolutely nothing, could surprise me anymore. Nothing was unrealistic. 

Kaylee sat down next to me. “You look pale,” she said, concern in her voice.

“I'm fine,” I whispered. “I just... Jesus...”

“You use that word a lot for an atheist,” she said, unable to resist teasing me even during a moment as serious as this. 

I sighed. “Does Mom know?”

“Sort of,” she said. “I told her that rather than going to college I was going to become an actress. And you know Mom, she argued with me for a long, long time. Finally she just said she'd support me in my decision, but only if I promised to reconsider if I didn't 'make it' after I turned 20.”

“Wow,” I said. “But you didn't tell her what kind of acting you meant to do?”

She shrugged. “She's a lot like you. She sees and believes what she wants to see and believe.”

I looked at her in surprise. “What does that mean?”

Kaylee brushed my hair out of my eyes and smiled. “You asked earlier why I had to sort of trick you into seeing what I was. But the answer should be obvious. Right?”

I thought about that for a minute. Finally I shrugged my shoulders. “I still don't get it. I mean, I think there were other ways you could have convinced me. Easier ways. Just like there are easy ways to convince Mom.”

“Like how?” she asked in an innocent tone of voice.

I sighed. “You know, just sit her down. Tell her all the stuff you've done. She'll believe you, I'm sure.”

Her laugh was soft and made me grin. She said, “No, Cole, she wouldn't. Like I said, you're like her, and she's like you. If I told her I was a slut she'd eventually believe it on an intellectual level, but her heart would never accept it as a fact. She'd think I was just being rebellious, you know? She would try and stop me from being myself. She would never, ever accept that I really was a slut, that I really liked being treated like a whore. I mean, damn! The signs have been around for a long time and they've been pretty obvious. But neither of you, until I forced it down your throat today, ever accepted them. I always thought my first porn movie would convince both of you. Today I had to rush things with you, to make you understand, but I'm not about to do the same thing with Mom. She'll find out the truth as scheduled, when I release my first movie. But she'll never accept the truth until then.” 

I blinked in confusion. “What do you mean?”

She sighed. “When Mom sees the movie she'll realize I really am a slut. A born slut, a natural slut. But until then nothing will convince her otherwise. It was the same with you. If I had told you yesterday that I was what I am you would have still gotten into fights with anyone who called me a slut. Don't deny it.”

I felt my cheeks redden because she was right.

“Exactly,” she said to my unspoken agreement. “But now, if Zack or anyone else says 'mean' things about me, you're going to just shrug and accept it. Right?”

Now I understood. I finally understood. Kaylee needed me to know the truth about her because she didn't want me fracturing anymore wrists, or worse, on her account. That's why she had to convince my mind, body, and soul that the rumors about her were all true. She had to make me accept what she was so that I wouldn't foolishly risk my own future getting into fights over her. 

“Kay,” I said, my voice trailing off.

“Shh,” Kaylee said, pushing her index finger into my lips. She was smiling. “Mom will find out when I start making movies. And she'll still love me, just like you still love me. I'm more certain of it than ever. My only regret is that I had to trick you into seeing all that. I'm sorry.”

We were both silent for a long while. Finally I said, “How did you know I wouldn't storm out of the closet, or something? I almost did a couple times, especially when they slapped you early on, you know...”

She grinned. “Actually, I wasn't sure of my plan at all until Wednesday. But your dick got so hard when you saw me naked, I became absolutely convinced you'd watch the whole thing. I called Roy to set things up that night.”

I blushed red. “You saw,” I said, referring to the hard-on I'd been so embarrassed about.

“I did,” she said with admiration in her voice. She slid closer to me and said, “I masturbated like crazy that night, too. I'm surprised you didn't. Why didn't you?”

The hair on the back of my neck stood up. Her naked body was close to me and her eyes were tingling with sexual mirth. I gulped, finally, and said, “I... it made me feel like, you know... a pervert.”

“To think of me in a sexual way?” she breathed. “That's stupid, Cole. There isn't a straight man in the world who wouldn't be turned on at the sight of all this.”

My heart pounded. Her head was slightly tilted. She was staring at me and there was longing in her eyes.

But I'm bad in social situations, as mentioned before. So instead of doing anything else I stood up from her bed and stammered, “Uhm, okay, well, you said you'd get me to the mall by 6:30, right? So like, we should probably leave. The guys are, you know, waiting for me. You know.”

I saw her reflection in the mirror. I watched her reach out to her dresser and open the drawer. I watched her mirrored double pull out a travel-sized bottle of mouthwash, unscrew it, then swish around a  mouthful of its contents. She spit it back out into the bottle, screwed the top back on, and closed the drawer.

“When I was 12,” she said, behind me. I was still looking at the mirror, my back to her. “You walked in on me masturbating. Did you know that?”

I gulped. “No,” I said honestly.

She stood. She walked slowly around me, each step as graceful and sexy as anything I'd ever seen.  Kayle said, “It was just before I seduced Andrew, Mom's boyfriend. And I did seduce him, by the way. I always thought he was sexy, and one night he came over to watch us because our nanny... I think her name was Carla... called in sick, and mom was working late. Remember?”

I did, so I nodded. She was in front of me now as she tossed her hair to her left and smiled at me. I was still frozen in place as she continued the story.

“You were sick, too, with the same flu Carla had. Andrew and me were the only ones awake in the house. But he was drinking. A lot. He got drunker and drunker until finally, finally, he started to respond to all my flirtations.”

I watched in silence as she dropped down to her knees in front of me. I didn't move a muscle. I couldn't have, even if I'd wanted to.

Her slender hands came up to the zipper of my jeans as she continued, “He was in his forties, I was only twelve, but nothing about it was wrong. I instigated the whole thing. He never, not once, told me what to do. I just did it. I took his cock out, just like this, and I gave him the first blowjob of my life.”

She paused. “Wow,” she breathed. Looking up at me she was all smiles when she said, “Good for you, Cole!”

I blushed. She was impressed with my dick's size but I was too worried about other things to appreciate the compliment. Things like, for instance, her taking my semi-hard cock out of my pants and her cool hands clutching it. I remained frozen in place and when she began to kiss it I could only sigh. 

“Kaylee...,” I hissed, drawing the word out.

“What?” she said, gazing up at me.

“You're... you're my sister. We can't do this,” I said. A part of me hated myself for saying it, but it had to be said.

She smiled. “Why? Think logically, Cole, that's what you're good at. Why is incest wrong?”

“Because...,” I said, sighing as her tender lips wrapped around the head of my penis. “Because...”

She let my cock pop out of her warm mouth. She grinned up at me. “The only time incest is bad is when genetics are involved. The chances of birth defects increase when family members produce offspring. Right? But I'm not going to get pregnant. I'm on the pill, Cole. And if even by some fluke you knocked me up, there's no way I'd let the pregnancy go to term. I wouldn't let any pregnancy go to term. So why is this wrong?”

I didn't respond. I couldn't. And I have to admit that I was relieved when her lips returned to my cock. I sighed.

Kaylee was my sister. But she was also an incredibly hot teenage girl. A hot, naked teenage girl, sucking my cock. A hot, naked teenage girl I loved more than anything or anyone. And the way she sucked my cock, the way she danced her tongue around my shaft, was better than anything I had ever even imagined. I was rock hard, now, and I found myself placing my hands on her slender shoulders. My knees were beginning to shake. I was in heaven.

I wasn't like Tiger and Cain with her earlier, either. I wasn't fucking her face or shoving my member down her throat in some violent way. I wasn't using her or abusing her. I was loving her, more and more, and she seemed to get that. I enjoyed the way her warm, wet mouth made love to my penis and I saw the way she sucked me as a gesture of love. I didn't say anything while she did her thing. When I gazed down her eyes were staring up at me. I smiled, and she did, too, with her lips wrapped around my cock.

Kay let my cock pop out of her mouth after a few minutes. She wiped her lips with the back of her hand and said in a breathless tone of voice, “Are you close?”

I knew what she meant. “Do you want me to be?”

Her eyes danced around the sight of my cock, then went back up to my eyes. She said, “I want you in me. Now.”

I nodded. I glanced around the room and said, “Do you have a condom?”

She giggled as she stood up. “We don't need one.”

Kaylee undressed me where I stood. I never lifted a finger, except to raise my arms so she could pull off my shirt. When I was as naked as she was I let her guide me down onto her bed. She laid down before I did, but I crawled on top of her when she urged me without words to do so.

While staring into her large, green eyes, I felt her soft lips press against mine. 

I cringed at first. I was stunned. But then, without a word, I pressed my lips back into hers and I felt my sister's tongue enter my mouth. I'd never been kiss before, but I knew in my gut that this was the way to do it. I gripped her by the back of her head and pulled her into me. Our tongues danced together for quite a while. Eventually we let go of the embrace and gasped for air.

Kaylee spoke first. “Make love to me, Cole,” she begged. There was desperation in her eyes.  “I want you to make love to me.”

And I did.

I could go into great detail about what happened next. Her lying back on her bed. Me getting on top of her and letting her guide me into her hot, wet pussy. I could tell you everything I thought and felt during the lovemaking that ensued. But I'd rather keep all that to myself. They're my memories, you know? 

The gift Kaylee gave me on my 15th birthday, the real gift, was a lesson in true, unadulterated love. My love for her, our love for each other, consummated by the physical act. When I came inside her tender body she came, too, and it was beautiful.

When it was all over we cuddled in her bed. After a while she whispered, “We should leave. It's almost 6:30.”

I hugged her even more tightly in response. “No,” I said. “There's no place I'd rather be than right here.”

I could give a damn about the arcade anymore. Like so many times before in my life, the only person I wanted to be with was my beloved older sister, Kaylee. 

She hugged me back in agreement. 

**

The first time I made love to a woman I wasn't related to I established myself as a bona fide Casanova. Word spread quickly at school that I had a large cock after I fucked the girl, a senior at Eleanor Roosevelt High who was too drunk to realize she was hooking up with a total geek. But it worked out, for me at least. Because she was more than willing to spread the word that I knew how to use what I had, and that she had loved her time with me.

I had only my sister to thank for all that. Kaylee became my constant teacher and lover after our first time together. Every night, whether our mom was home or not, we spent the night together. Sleeping with her became normal. And the love we made always taught me something new. I got good at making love. I got good at fucking. And it was all thanks to my sweet sister.

My ability to keep from coming was a huge asset and, according to Kaylee, a rare one. But it wasn't just that. She also taught me how to please a woman, or girl, via oral sex. And she taught me how to tell whether or not a woman or girl wanted to be treated in loving fashion, or a slutty fashion. That became my sixth sense: my ability to distinguish genuine sluts from genuine lovers. And boy did it pay off.

By the time Kaylee moved out of our house and went into the city I was an official stud at our school. I'll never forget the day Zack, the boy I had sucker-punched during my freshman year, told me that he'd seen Kaylee fucking two men at the same time on the Internet.

“So?” I replied.

Zack laughed. “Your sister's a slut, dude! She's a fucking porno actress. She has her own website, even!”

He was jabbing his index finger into my chest as he said all this. All I did was smile.

“So?” I asked.

He looked confused. “She's a fucking slut!” he cried.

I laughed. The girl on my arm, who happened to be a grade ahead of us and the new captain of Eleanor Roosevelt High's cheer leading squad, also laughed.

“So?” we said at the same time.

Zack looked embarrassed. He shook his head and walked away.

**

After Kaylee became famous as “Honor”, the Internet porn-star phenom, I got used to be inundated with encounters similar to Zack's. Even to this day people like to ask me, “Have you ever seen any of her movies?”

I always laugh in reply. I just tell them, “She's my sister, and I love her” and leave it at that.

Sometimes, though, they ask me, “What's it like, being her brother?”

When they ask that I just smile. And I say, “It's like winning the lottery. It's fucking amazing.”

And I mean every word. 

The End
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-----acknowledgments-----

---Special Thanks to “Zilo” for all the help, advice, and expertize he offered for the Halo 2 scene!  Others have confirmed that all that lingo makes sense, so thanks a billion! 

--I also want to thank “MeaningJust1” for confirming that it's hard to pee when you have a hard-on. I don't know how you guys put up with those things.

--Special thanks goes to “Real_Harry_Damour” for all the great “inspiration” he gave me access to. I conceived this story while watching one particular video in your collection, so gratis! 

--Especially special thanks goes to “Dolemite” for all the unique “inspiration” he provides, as well as his friendship. Without you, there would be nothing, D. I mean that!

--Finally, to all the Forumites and other fans of my site, I only write because of you. Every comment, every e-mail, whether answered or not, forces me to finish another paragraph. Remember, I'm always writing. Oh, and someday I will finish TTT and SG, I promise! :P

-shannon-
~wondering if this counts as a story?~