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Copyright 1996 Jim Fix - This story may not be 
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My Sister's Love
by Jim Fix (address withheld)

***

A coming of age story, only in this story the boy and 
girl are siblings. It started with just a little 
curiosity, then circumstances that allowed the pair to 
explore their feelings uninhibited, and finally ruined 
them for any other relationships in their lives. (bg, 
MF, 1st, inc rom)

***

The summer I turned ten my parents bought a house in 
the country. The property was a remnant of what was 
once a large farm but all the cropland had been sold as 
a separate parcel. My father bought the old farmhouse 
and barn along with several acres of woodland and 
elderberry thickets. The price was right and we could 
move out of the city.

My sister, Penny, was almost two years older than I and 
as a result of the age gap we had separate lives while 
living in the apartment complex in the city. When we 
moved to the farm we were thrown together as playmates. 
There were no other children who lived close to us and 
out of expediency we became companions. We had a grand 
time exploring our new, exciting surroundings together 
and in a week or two despite being siblings had become 
fast friends.

We explored the woods and the thickets along the little 
creek that bordered our place. We were explorers in a 
trackless jungle or a prince and princess who had been 
banished to the forest by a wicked queen. There was one 
place in the creek that was deep and wide enough for 
swimming. 

We would play in the thickets until the sound of 
mother's police whistle called us to the house. We were 
left pretty much on our own and played endlessly but 
when Mom blew that whistle we knew we had to run to the 
house immediately. We were in ten and eleven year old 
heaven for we had unlimited freedom compared to the 
city.

The barn was large with a hay loft in the top. The 
ground floor was one large open area with a concrete 
floor. Dad used this as his workshop and garaged his 
and mother's cars there. In the loft there were two 
rooms and a bath with a shower partitioned off from the 
main area. One room had been used for storage and had 
shelves on two sides. The other had been used as living 
quarters for a hired hand. My sister and I claimed this 
room and the loft for our rainy day playroom.

The little room, as we called the hired hand's room, 
was still furnished with a double bed, a work counter 
with a gas hot plate, a space heater, table, and 
chairs. Mom had helped us clean the place up and put 
fresh linen and blankets on the bed. We had brought a 
radio, some books, toys, and games from the house to 
give us something to do when we were banished to the 
barn. Dad had hung a rope swing from the rafters in the 
loft to round out our little private world.

One rainy morning we were being our noisy selves in the 
house when Mom sent us to the barn to play and give her 
some peace. After what seemed like ages we tired of 
books and decided to explore the barn. We had looked 
everywhere before but this time we explored in detail. 
When Mom called us for lunch we had looked in every 
box, every corner, and every crevasse in the loft. 
After lunch we went back to the little room to play and 
after a while lay on the bed and took a nap together.

I woke up to a strange noise, my sister was tugging at 
a board behind the bed. When I asked her what she was 
doing she told me that she had found a loose board and 
was tugging at it when she saw something hidden behind 
it. I helped her and soon we had worked it away from 
the wall enough to see some papers hidden in the space 
in the wall. Eagerly we pulled everything out and lay 
it on the bed.

There were several magazines and what appeared to be 
little comic books. I took one of the comic books and 
began to leaf through it looking at the pictures. Wow! 
I had never seen one of my favorite comic characters 
doing things like this. My sister was looking at the 
pictures in a magazine and sat transfixed as she turned 
the pages. We had found some nameless farm hand's 
erotic stash.

"Bobby have you ever seen anything like this before?" 
she asked.

"No, are the people doing what I think they are doing?" 
I asked in return. I knew about sex from playground 
conversations but had never seen exactly how the act 
was accomplished. In the magazines there were photos 
that were explicit and left nothing to the imagination. 
I moved to Penny's side and looked at the pictures with 
her. The men had penises that looked huge and the women 
seemed to have an ax wound between their legs 
surrounded by a mat of hair. I knew that my penis was 
no match for the examples in the pictures.

After a few minutes Penny began to answer my question. 
"Remember when we lived in the apartment that sometimes 
we would hear funny noises coming from Mom and Dad's 
bedroom? This is what they were doing."

"Is this how adults do it Penny?"

"Yes... It's supposed to feel good and be fun," was 
Penny's reply.

"It looks like it would be uncomfortable to me." I 
didn't believe what I had just said for I had the 
biggest erection ever from looking at the pictures. I 
was also acutely aware of Penny sitting beside me. 

"It's supposed to be the best thing ever... Can you 
keep a secret Bobby?"

"What secret?"

"We won't tell Mom and Dad about these books. We will 
keep them secret and read them when we are up here 
alone. If we tell they will take the books away from 
us."

I didn't want to lose this treasure before I got a 
chance to see all of it and if I crossed Penny she 
would pound me into the middle of next year so I 
agreed.

We heard our Dad open the barn door to park his car and 
we quickly replaced everything in the hiding place and 
replaced the loose board. Unless you were a few inches 
away from it the board looked like it was firmly 
attached. Someone had made a clever hiding place. We 
ran down the stairs and greeted Dad as he parked the 
car. We all ran to the house through the rain.

*

The next morning Penny and I went to the barn and spent 
the morning looking at pictures. Penny read to me out 
of the magazines and I read to her out of the little 
comic books. I had no idea of the many ways to have sex 
but by lunch time I had seen pictures of every 
conceivable way a man and a woman could copulate. There 
were detailed pictures of oral, anal, and straight sex. 
Penny and I discussed the pictures and found some of 
them downright funny, some scary, and all interesting. 
I had an erection that mercifully my jeans hid and I 
could feel the heat radiate from Penny's warm body 
close by me.

After lunch we returned to the loft and continued to 
read the magazines. We had looked at all the pictures 
at least twice over leaving the stories and text as the 
only thing new left to explore. Penny read a story 
about a young couple's first lovemaking experience and 
the words struck fire in my groin. The detailed 
descriptions of what they did and how it felt drove me 
to states of desire I had never felt before. I noticed 
the tiny beads of sweat on Penny's forehead and upper 
lip. 

I could see her shorts pressed against her crotch as 
she sat cross-legged on the bed. Every detail of her 
body stood out as she read and etched itself in my 
consciousness. That was the moment she ceased being my 
sister and became an object of my physical desire. I 
was lying on my stomach in front of her and I began to 
stare at her crotch and inner thighs.

As she read my imagination began to take her clothes 
off and I fantasized about what she would look like 
naked in front of me. As my erect penis pressed into 
the mattress I imagine
d it sinking into Penny's soft nether parts.

Penny noticed me staring at her and smiled as she 
asked, "Would you like to do that with a girl?"

Caught off guard by her question I had to think a few 
seconds before I answered. I wanted to tell her that I 
wanted to do it with her but was afraid, besides she 
was my sister. Brothers and sisters didn't do things 
like that together, did they? I took the safe way out 
and answered, "I would like to make love to a girl 
sometime. The problem is finding a girlfriend out here 
in the boondocks."

Penny laughed at my answer and replied, "I would like 
to make love with a boy also but I'm a little afraid. 
They say that the first time a girl makes love it hurts 
when she loses her virginity."

"Why does it hurt the first time?" I asked her.

Penny explained about hymens and what happened to a 
girl her first time. I listened fascinated by her 
explanation, visualizing a penis disappearing into a 
vagina and wondering how much blood would result when 
the hymen tore. Too bad girls had a tattletale between 
their legs.

We had been shy about discussing these things only this 
morning but as the day had progressed that had been 
overcome by curiosity. We were talking about another 
girl and another boy as we discussed our desire for 
sexual experience. I wanted to get the conversation to 
shift to us but couldn't figure out how to arrange 
that. As I tried to think of an opening to turn the 
conversation to specifics Mom called us to the house.

Mom had made a pitcher of lemonade and we sat under a 
shade tree with her and talked as we sipped on icy 
glasses of fresh squeezed lemonade. When we finished 
Mom went about her chores and we eliminated one 
activity after another from our list of things to do.

The afternoon was hot so we decided to go wading in the 
creek. We put on bathing suits and ran out to the 
shallow area that was in sight of the house and waded 
down to the deeper swimming hole. We splashed and swam 
in the creek for a while and then lay on the bank 
soaking up the sun.

I must have dozed off for I was awakened by Penny's 
laughter. When I looked at her she pointed at my 
swimming trunks and said, "What's that?"

That was an erection making a tent of my trunks. 
Embarrassed, I quickly rolled over on my tummy to hide 
my condition and Penny quit laughing. She began to talk 
about our secret books and as I visualized the pictures 
I became even more aroused and my erection refused to 
subside. I became uncomfortable laying on my tummy so I 
sat up and crossed my legs as we continued our 
conversation. I racked my brain trying to think of a 
way to broach the subject of us when out of the clear 
blue sky Penny asked, "Bobby, would you show me yours?"

I was surprised speechless for a moment, my sister was 
asking to see my penis. 

I couldn't think of anything to say except, "Why?"

"I just want to see it. We've looked at all the 
pictures of boys and girls and I would like to see what 
a real one looks like," she answered.

I remembered the pictures of the women and the large 
gash they had between their legs. I was more than 
curious about Penny as well. "Will you show me yours 
too?" I asked and waited expectantly for her answer.

Penny was quiet for a while and seemed to be thinking. 
Finally she said, "Yes but you first."

Feeling very self-conscious I pulled my trunks down and 
lay back on the grass. Penny moved close by my side and 
sat staring at my erect penis. She reached out and 
touched it on the head and I flinched at this 
unexpected contact.

"I'm sorry, did I hurt you?" she asked.

"No, you just surprised me that's all," I replied.

"Can I touch it again?"

"Yes, but be careful for that's tender down there," I 
said.

Penny explored everything from the head to my scrotum. 
She asked me questions and I answered them as best as I 
could. After she had satisfied her curiosity I pulled 
up my trunks and then asked her to show me hers.

She was reluctant but after some argument she pulled 
the bottom of her swimsuit down and lay on her back 
with her knees bent and her legs parted so I could get 
a good look. There was some peach fuzz and she had a 
little slit, not a huge gaping gash as the women in the 
pictures did. I gently pulled the lips apart so I could 
see inside and there was a little hole on the bottom 
and a tiny fold of skin with a little bump at the top. 

When I touched the pink flesh inside it was wet and 
slippery. Penny told me that when she touched the 
little bump at the top it tickled and felt good. I put 
my finger on it and she giggled and squirmed away from 
me. Unfortunately, Mom's whistle prematurely 
interrupted my explorations. Penny pulled up her 
swimsuit and we ran to the house.

At dinner that night Mom announced that her brother and 
sister had called and wanted to visit with their 
spouses. After talking things over with Dad they agreed 
to the visit. 

Mom and Dad discussed the arrangements they would have 
to make for the visit and when they discussed sleeping 
arrangements it was obvious that Penny and I were 
losing our rooms temporarily. Penny suggested that we 
could sleep in the little room in the barn while we had 
visitors. After some discussion between Mom and Dad 
that was settled.

*

The next morning we moved some of our clothes to the 
loft and enough toilet articles to stock our bathroom. 
We were excited about "camping out" and asked if we 
could sleep there tonight. After lunch we helped Mom 
get our rooms ready for our visitors. Tomorrow we would 
have aunts and uncles coming out our ears.

After dinner Penny and I went to the barn and got ready 
for bed. Penny changed into a nightgown and I put on 
pajamas. We sat talking about all the excitement 
tomorrow when we heard someone coming up the stairs. 
The stairs made loud squeaks when anyone climbed up or 
down and made it impossible for anyone to get up to the 
loft unheard. Mom and Dad came in and sat with us for 
awhile before tucking us into bed.

We lay awake for a long time continuing our talk about 
the visit tomorrow. The sandman slipped up on us and 
eventually we fell asleep. I had never slept with 
anyone before and I was awakened several times during 
the night by Penny's movements.

*

The next morning I was awakened by Penny getting back 
in bed after going to the bathroom. She slid up close 
to me and the warm place around me. I felt two cold 
feet on my legs as she complained about the cold floor. 
Her back as turned toward me and as she snuggled closer 
to get warm her butt ran into my morning erection. I 
started to pull away but she only followed me and 
pressed against me even harder.

"Does that thing stay like that all the time?" she 
asked.

"No, but first thing in the morning before I go pee it 
is hard."

"What happens after you pee?"

"It gets soft and limp," I answered.

"Go pee so I can see it soft."

I got out of bed and went to the bathroom and took a 
morning whiz. I quickly returned to the bed and climbed 
in and snuggled against Penny's warm body. I felt her 
grope for my penis and feel it while it was soft. As 
she explored it became hard again.

"I thought it got soft after you went to the bathroom," 
she said.

"It did but when you played with it I got excited and 
it got hard again."

"Does it feel good when I touch you like this?" she 
asked.

"Yes, I like that but it would feel better if I pulled 
my pajamas down." I said as I slid the bottoms down to 
my knees.

Penny began to play with my penis, stroking it up and 
down with her hand. I was in heaven.

"I read in one of the magazines that this was supposed 
to feel good when you did this with your hand." she 
said. "Bobby, you can touch me there if you want."

When I reached over for her I was surprised to find her 
gown was up around her waist and she wasn't wearing 
panties. I slid my finger into her slit and she guided 
me to her little button and showed me how to stroke it 
gently. I loved the feel of her warm soft vagina and 
the wet slippery flesh under my fingers. I slid a 
fingertip in the little hole and was rewarded by a 
little moan from Penny. 

We continued to masturbate each other until we heard 
the back door of the barn open and Dad yelled up at us 
to get up and come to breakfast. We shouted back an 
answer and Dad returned to the house.

Penny cautioned me to keep quiet about what we had been 
doing if I wanted to continue to have fun with her. I 
had no intention of saying anything for I figured that 
Mom and Dad would kill us both if they found out, 
besides I had enjoyed this morning more than anything I 
had ever done before. I had never kissed my sister on 
the lips but it seemed like the thing to do so I gave 
her a big hug and a sloppy kiss. She surprised me by 
returning my kiss and pressed her body against me. My 
erect penis probed the softness between her legs and it 
felt wonderful. I moved my hips around trying to slip 
between her legs but she kept her thighs pressed 
together. We lay this way for a moment or two before we 
broke apart and got out of bed.

"For a little brother you're not bad," she said. "Think 
you can wait until tonight? Maybe we'll try some new 
things."

"Whatever you want Penny."

"I'll hold you to your promise Bobby."

We finished dressing and ran to the house and our 
waiting breakfast.

The guests arrived in mid afternoon and everything was 
in an uproar. We were introduced to aunts and uncles we 
hadn't seen in a long time. Penny and I had the usual 
fuss made over us and received the usual amount of hugs 
and kisses. The rest of the day was a blur of people 
talking about things I didn't understand.

It was late evening when we got back to our little room 
and slid into bed. We were both so tired that we fell 
asleep almost immediately. We were awakened by someone 
coming up the stairs the next morning to get us for 
breakfast. It was our uncle and he made sure we were 
awake before he left. We didn't have time for anything 
except getting up and dressing for breakfast.

It was Saturday and Mom and Dad had a whole day 
planned. We went sightseeing around the countryside and 
to a movie that evening. Penny and I were so worn out 
we didn't do anything except sleep when we went to bed. 
The next morning we were awakened again by our uncle.

We spent Sunday at home. Everyone came out to the barn 
and took a tour of our loft. They thought it was grand 
to have such a nice place to play out of the weather. 
Penny whispered to me that she thought it would be 
grand if we could have some time to play alone.

After lunch we just sat around and acted lazy until 
someone mentioned that it was hot. That brought a 
suggestion of swimming. It wasn't long until everyone 
went trooping to the creek and jumped into the cool 
water in our swimming hole. We played and splashed for 
the rest of the afternoon. After dinner we sat around 
talking about nothing and just relaxing. When we 
finally made it to bed Penny and I fell asleep 
immediately after all the activity of the day. 

*

The next morning we woke up before anyone came to get 
us and were just getting into mutual masturbation when 
someone called us for breakfast. We managed a hug and 
kiss. Again I tried to push my penis inside Penny's 
soft nether parts but she pulled away and told me I 
would have to wait until we had the time to do it 
right.

After lunch Penny and I were left at home in the care 
of our uncle and his wife while Mom took her sister and 
her husband into town. Dad had to work all week so that 
left the four of us at the farm. Penny and I went to 
the barn to play and as we sat in the little room 
playing a game we noticed, from our window, our uncle 
and his wife walking toward the swimming hole. About a 
half hour later we finished the game and decided to 
join them. 

We changed into our bathing suits and walked toward the 
creek. Penny stopped and put her finger to her lips 
signaling for quiet just before we got to the clearing. 
I could hear some strange noises coming from that 
direction. Quietly Penny led me to a place off the 
trail where we could see into the clearing without 
being seen. When we got into position we were in for 
quite a show. Uncle was laying on his back and his wife 
was on top rocking back and forth. Her back was toward 
us and we could see all the action clearly. His big 
penis was buried in her vagina and she was working up 
and down on it. We could hear the wet slippery sounds 
they made each time they thrust in and out.

Penny and I lay side by side in the bushes and watched 
as their lovemaking progressed. Uncle was making 
grunting noises and trying to thrust deeper into his 
wife's vagina and she was making little animal noises 
in her throat as she matched him thrust for thrust. 
Uncle lunged upward and she let out a loud moan and 
collapsed on his chest. They lay very still kissing 
each other and we could see a thick white liquid 
dribble down the shaft of his penis. After a few 
minutes they got up and went into the water naked. 
Penny and I slipped back to the barn and changed our 
clothes.

We talked about what we had seen and Penny asked me if 
I would like to do that with her tonight when we got to 
bed. I had a raging erection and was ready then but she 
figured our uncle and his wife would be coming back 
from swimming any time. We didn't want to get caught 
but we were both aroused by what we had observed and 
wanted to try it ourselves as soon as possible. 

After dinner we excused ourselves as quickly as manners 
allowed and went to our little room and got ready for 
bed. We lay in the darkness for a while and when no one 
came to tuck us in we started kissing each other. I 
slid a hand between Penny's legs and began to play with 
her and massage her little button with a fingertip. She 
began to stroke my penis with her hand and when I tried 
to get on top she stopped me and got out of bed. 

She grabbed a bath towel from the bathroom and put it 
under me as I lay on my back. Penny got on top and 
straddled my hips and put my penis against her little 
slit. She pushed down but it wouldn't penetrate. Every 
time we tried to push it in it would either bend or 
slip aside. She moved down and took me in her mouth. I 
had seen pictures of this but hardly expected my sister 
to do it to me. She bobbed her head up and down a few 
times and I was wet with her saliva. 

Again she sat astride me and tried to insert my penis. 
This time it would go partially inside but would not 
break through her hymen. We tried until my penis dried 
and things got painful for both of us. 

Next she moved up until her soft mound was above my 
face. She asked me to kiss her and rub her little 
button with my tongue. I was in such a state I would 
have done anything to get to try to penetrate her warm 
softness again so I did as I was told. What I thought 
would be quite revolting turned out to be a very 
pleasant experience. 

I gingerly pushed my tongue into her hairless slit and 
massaged her button. I grew braver and began to thrust 
my tongue into her little hole as deep as it would 
reach. It wasn't too long until my face was wet and 
slippery from my saliva and her juices.

She was making little noises in her throat like auntie 
was this afternoon when she pulled away and again took 
a position astride my hips. I was rock hard with an 
erection and she was wet and slippery from my deep 
tonguing. She took my penis and placed it in the 
opening of her vagina and pressed downward until she 
met the resistance of her hymen. She stopped for a 
second or two before she thrust down firmly and I felt 
something let go and slid deep inside her. 

Penny lay atop me and hugged me close as I enjoyed 
sensations that were almost indescribably pleasant. My 
penis was trapped in a warm, wet, slippery prison that 
no prisoner would ever try to escape. I could feel 
little ripples of contractions deep inside Penny. She 
kissed me and forced her tongue between my lips and 
deep into my mouth. We lay like this for a long time 
kissing each other deeply and enjoying the joining of 
our bodies.

Penny began to rock back and forth and I matched her 
movements. To this day I cannot describe the pleasure I 
felt as the warm slippery flesh of Penny's vagina slid 
up and down on my penis. After a while I could feel the 
walls of her vagina tighten and then a tickling 
sensation began in the head of my penis. When the 
tickling became almost unbearable Penny contracted 
strongly and lay limp on top of me. We lay quietly in 
each other's arms and enjoyed the intimacy of the 
moment.

After a while Penny got up and led me to the bathroom. 
There were bloodstains on me and between her legs. The 
towel she had put under me was stained also. We cleaned 
up in the shower, returned to bed, and fell asleep 
cuddled up spoon fashion.

*

We woke up early and lay in each other's arms kissing 
and generally making clumsy attempts at foreplay. When 
we tried to make love again Penny was too sore to enjoy 
it so we just talked about the night before and our new 
circumstances.

Until this summer we had never been really close. I 
guess our relationship was normal for a brother and 
sister for we had traveled in different circles. The 
summer had forced us to keep each other's company and 
this was the morning after the night before. Penny had 
taken an irreversible step and we lay discussing the 
consequences as we understood them at our age. One 
thing was certain and that was I wanted to stay close 
to my sister. I felt protective and held her close as 
we lay talking. I felt content to have her laying 
beside me in the warm bed.

I was concerned that I had hurt her last night but she 
reassured me that everything was normal. She told me 
that in a couple of days the soreness would be gone and 
we could enjoy each other whenever we had an 
opportunity.

That was the beginning of a long journey that continued 
until Penny left for college. There were incidents of 
interest that occurred such as the time when Penny had 
her first period and scared me half to death. I watched 
her breasts develop from two little nipples to a pair 
of pert globes that I never tired of fondling and 
kissing. Then there was the time when I matured enough 
to ejaculate and we had to get serious about birth 
control. 

In the intervening years between that morning and 
Penny's departure for college we grew up together, 
matured together, and explored a forbidden love that 
was as tender and deep as possible for two people. We 
shared emotional bonds secured in the strength of a 
brother, sister relationship and enriched with the 
volatility of lovers. We were inseparable; friends and 
lovers.

With a lot of luck we managed to keep our secret from 
our parents and our friends. We seldom dated others and 
when we did it was only to camouflage our private life. 
One would be in agony while the other was with someone 
else. One boy tried to take liberties with Penny on a 
date and when she told me I was enraged. I cornered him 
in a parking lot and the ferocity of my attack left him 
unconscious and bleeding on the pavement. Penny had no 
further problems with boys after that.

We used study as an excuse to be alone together in the 
loft and as a result both of us made good grades. Our 
parents were happy with our scholarship and seldom 
invaded our private world in the little room. When we 
were alone together our universe was complete. We were 
a pair of studious nerds out of the mainstream of 
teenage society.

I was devastated when Penny left home to go to the 
university. I moped around for days and had a generally 
hard time adjusting to life without her. We wrote long 
letters to each other and poured out our hearts. Penny 
kept reminding me that I would be graduating in the 
spring and would be able to join her in the fall 
semester but that was a whole year away.

First and foremost I missed Penny's company but it 
wasn't long until I missed the other half of our 
relationship more. I had sex regularly since I was ten 
and the sudden celibacy Penny's absence imposed became 
an unrelenting burden. I had never had relationships 
with other girls and couldn't bring myself to start one 
now. I loved my sister and we had pledged our loyalty 
to each other. Absence makes the heart grow fonder and 
I found out the hard way how true this was.

Penny came home over the Thanksgiving Holiday and we 
had a fast and furious reunion. Christmas rolled around 
and we had a glorious two weeks together. Spring break 
came and went all too soon and then I had the long wait 
until school was out. 

We spent the summer together on the farm. Penny had 
some studying to do before fall semester and we used 
that as an excuse to spend long hours in our little 
room. Sex was of paramount importance for the first 
week or two but afterwards it became something to do 
when the mood struck us. We were lovers with years of 
time together and were as familiar as an old married 
couple despite our ages. 

This was to be our last summer together with no 
responsibilities. The days and weeks rolled by and we 
used the time to get reacquainted and deepen our 
relationship. We had become young adults and fully 
understood our unusual relationship. It was our 
responsibility to keep our secret and protect our 
parents from scandal.

In late July we had a family conference and discussed 
the coming school year. Finances were the main topic 
for the expense of two people in college was a major 
item in our parent's budget. Penny had a scholarship 
that covered tuition and fees and I had won a cash 
scholarship that would just about cover the same. Room 
and board was the big item. Penny suggested that we 
rent a small apartment and then we could live together 
and prepare our own meals. Mom and Dad liked the idea 
and the item was settled.

Dad took some vacation days and we drove to the city 
and looked for us a place to live. After some searching 
we found a place that was within walking distance of 
everything. It was a garage apartment behind an older 
couple's house. They were very conservative and 
wouldn't rent to an unmarried couple but a brother and 
sister was a different matter. They were impressed that 
the whole family had come to look at the place. 

The furniture was sparse but in good shape. The 
bedrooms had double beds and a table and chair for 
study. The kitchen, dining, and living room was a 
single large open area and quite homey. We had privacy 
and a quiet neighborhood around us. The rent was 
reasonable and Dad signed the lease.

We spent the rest of the week with our parents looking 
for the little things to round out our new home. We 
made one trip back to the farm and loaded our personal 
belongings and extra household items that Mom donated. 
By the weekend Penny and I had a nice place to live. 

We spent the last few weeks before registration on the 
farm with our parents. This was a bittersweet time for 
all of us. I was the last to leave the family nest and 
Mom and Dad were reluctant to let go. The days passed 
and then the big day arrived. Our parents drove us to 
the city and helped us get settled in. They spent the 
night in our apartment and after breakfast the next 
morning left for the farm. Penny and I found ourselves 
alone in our own place.

We had been lovers for eight years but there was a 
special magic about this morning. It was our first day 
together on our own. We didn't have to listen with half 
an ear for someone coming up the stairs. We could 
simply lock the door and refuse to answer if anyone 
knocked. For the first time in our lives we had real 
privacy.

Penny was washing up the breakfast dishes and I went to 
help her. We were two people, alone, with no pretenses 
just doing the things that needed to be done. Penny 
stood beside me dressed in a plain, comfortable dress 
wearing no makeup with her hair in disarray. When we 
got close to each other I could smell the real woman; 
her musk, her sweat; and not what the perfumer's art 
dictated. The books say that there are no known human 
pheromones but I dispute that. Whoever wrote the book 
has never had an intimate moment with a woman he loved 
au naturel. 

It began with an accidental touch; perhaps when I 
handed her a plate to rinse. Then we both felt a need 
to touch and be touched in the fleeting instants the 
task allowed. A hip brushed a hip, shoulders brushed by 
each other, fingers contacted fingers as the dishes 
slowly moved from one side of the counter to the drain 
rack. For a moment anything more than a caress in 
passing would have been too much, an overload of 
information for our nerve endings. 

Like a drug we found a need for more and stood hip to 
hip, the touch maintained, as our bodies found a need 
for constant contact to communicate. Words would have 
been an intrusion, everything that needed to be 
exchanged passed between us in the warmth of our 
touching. The flood of communication became too great 
for the tiny contact of the hips and shoulders touched 
to widen the channel and the need to feel the intimate 
warmth of the other person became overwhelming as the 
last item was put in the drain rack.

Wordlessly we turned to each other and embraced and 
kissed pressing our bodies together as if we wanted to 
join as one. As we stood locked in each other's arms 
the real need defined itself, we wanted to give each 
other the ultimate gift a man and a woman may share. 
The distance to the bedroom became an infinite journey 
of pauses to embrace and kiss never losing contact with 
the exchange of sweet need continuously flowing through 
the points of warm touching.

We made love gently, slowly savoring each second as a 
unique experience in itself. We were in a timeless 
place exploring the slopes of a mountain, up and down 
each new side saving the climb to the summit until we 
could hold back no longer. Unhurriedly we began our 
final ascent and when we found release the earth moved, 
not in the violence of an earthquake but the slow 
geologic movement of continents. 

New and deeper emotions were shared and our bonds of 
love were forged even stronger. Words were inadequate 
and we held each other in silence as our bodies 
communicated on a primal level. We will never speak of 
this moment but we will remember it always.

Timelessness must eventually give way to reality and 
the demands of the real world intruded. It was lunch 
time and a more mundane hunger had to be satisfied. We 
got up and fixed a quick lunch. Afterward we sat 
talking over coffee. There has been a fundamental 
change between us.

Penny guides me through the labyrinth of registration 
and enrollment. What could have been a bewildering 
experience is only a series of things to do with her 
guidance. At last I am firmly entrenched as a freshman 
at a state university. As the weeks pass we settle into 
our old pattern of high school. We are still considered 
two studious nerds slightly out of the social 
mainstream.

The weeks fade into months and soon the spring break is 
upon us. Penny and I have to decide if we want to go on 
the fast track and take summer courses. When we visit 
the farm we discuss this with our parents. They are 
pleased with our progress and grades but just a little 
disappointed that we won't spend the summer at home. 
Their pride over the fact that we have been selected to 
take accelerated courses eventually overcomes their 
disappointment and they endorse our plans 
wholeheartedly.

We return to school and soon are absorbed in our 
studies. Time passes by and finally the day comes that 
we thought was in the far future. Penny will graduate. 
It seems like only yesterday that I was a lowly 
freshman and now I will be a senior. What are we to do?

We spend long hours discussing our options but there 
are no answers other than reality. Penny will have to 
move on and I will have to stay here and finish school. 
We hope she can find a job close by but fate delivers a 
cruel blow, all her job offers are half a continent 
away. We have to accept our fate and she accepts an 
offer on the west coast. I plan to graduate and then 
join her after graduation. With that out of the way we 
finish the school year in peace.

The inevitable day comes and with our parents I see her 
off at the airport. In a matter of hours my sister and 
my lover will be far away. When I get back to our empty 
apartment I play our last night together in my mind. I 
remember our frantic lovemaking over and over until it 
is only a blur. As I look around the apartment so many 
things remind me of her and I think about moving. When 
I think about moving the thought of breaking my last 
link to Penny is too much to bear and I stay in our old 
place.

I throw myself into my studies to dull the pain of 
separation. I live for the days that Penny's letters 
arrive. Again we pour out our hearts to each other on 
paper. I can't afford a telephone so we seldom call 
each other. Hearing her voice is too much and I settle 
for letters.

When she came home for Christmas we had a stolen week 
together. She tells our parents that she will arrive a 
week later. After our week alone we spend the holidays 
on the farm with the family and then it is over. She 
must go back to her job.

As January fades into February I begin to notice a 
subtle change in her letters. There seems to be some 
distance between us, not the geography but an emotional 
distance. I can't quite put my finger on what has 
changed but something has changed. I get a letter just 
before spring break that mystifies me. She asks me to 
stay in the apartment and she will visit me but I 
mustn't tell Mom and Dad she is visiting. I agree and 
make excuses to Mom and Dad and await her arrival.

I meet her at the airport and we fall into each other's 
arms. I smell her perfume and I am immediately 
intoxicated. After collecting her bags we go to a 
restaurant and have dinner. Afterward we dash to the 
apartment and catch up on so many missed nights. The 
next day is a blur of becoming reacquainted. We catch 
up on events in our lives and we catch up on lost 
moments in the bedroom.

After one particularly satisfying session we are lying 
side by side and I am completely sated by our 
lovemaking. This seems like a good time to discuss our 
future.

"Penny, I have been offered a grant to get my Master's 
Degree. I haven't had time to refuse yet but I will let 
them know that I won't be accepting after this break."

"Why would you refuse it?" she asked.

"Why indeed, because I will join you as soon as I 
graduate in June. We have been apart for too long."

Penny began to cry and sobbed into her pillow, "Oh God, 
how can I tell you what I came here to tell you?"

"What's wrong Penny?"

I remember she spent some minutes getting control of 
herself before she began to talk. I sensed that I was 
not going to like what she had to say. Little did I 
know that her next words would deliver me more pain 
than I had ever felt before.

"Bobby let me get all the way through what I have to 
say before you say anything. Will you promise me that?"

I reluctantly agreed and waited for her to begin.

"I-I... love you more than anyone else on this earth, 
you must believe that. Until this moment there has been 
no other man in my life but you. I wish we could have a 
life together but the way things stand now we can't. I 
want children and we could never have children of our 
own.

"Mom and Dad would be devastated if they knew about us 
and how would they feel if we moved away and lived 
openly together? If this world would let us live an 
open life and if nature would give us decent odds for 
normal children I would agree to live with you in an 
instant but you know this is not possible... I have met 
a man who has been very patient and wants to marry me. 
I told him I had to clear up some unfinished business 
here before I could give him an answer and he agreed to 
wait until then. 

"You and I can't have a normal life together but he and 
I can. You'll find someone also. If you love me as much 
as I love you I know you will have a place for me 
always in your heart but I want you to have a normal 
life too. You must find someone else to make a life 
with; a respectable life with children."

Penny stopped talking and hugged me. I could feel her 
naked body press against me and feel the wetness 
between her legs of our recent lovemaking. I couldn't 
stand to be close to her, I had to get away from her 
touch and the reminder pressing wetly against me of 
what we had meant to each other. 

I sprang out of bed and ran to the shower. I 
compulsively washed all traces of our lovemaking from 
my body and when I finished I dressed in street 
clothes. Penny was lying in the bed softly crying as I 
let myself out of the apartment and walked the streets.

I walked for what seemed like hours. As I recalled her 
little speech the each word hit me like a hammer blow. 
We had been lovers for over ten years and in a few 
seconds that world had come tumbling down. All those 
years she had been more lover than sister but in an 
instant the woman beside me, naked and wet with our 
lovemaking, had become my sister. 

I had been appalled with the enormity of what we had 
done and yet I could not deny the love I felt for her 
even now. She was my Penny and I loved her so much I 
would do whatever she asked of me. I began to calm down 
and start thinking rationally. I could see the truth in 
her words even as a little voice in me cried out my 
pain. I would have to go back to the apartment and give 
her my blessing for her marriage.

When I walked in she was sitting on the sofa watching 
TV. She looked at me expectantly and I could see she 
feared what I was going to say. I chose to sit beside 
her and I took her in my arms and held her close. 
"Penny, I love you and I will always love you. Go to 
your man and be happy and I will share your happiness 
and we will share the pain of what might have been."

We sat for a long time just holding each other and 
stared unseeingly at the TV. Eventually hunger got the 
upper hand and we had a cold dinner out of the 
refrigerator. Later I left her in the living room and 
went to bed. I lay awake listening to her get ready for 
bed and was surprised when she came into my room and 
got in bed with me.

"What about your husband to be?" I asked.

"He'll wait. Let's just have the few days left to us 
like old times."

I could hardly argue with her. We tried to pack a 
lifetime of love into a few days.

I accepted my grant and continued at the university. 
When I got a wedding announcement I sent a gift and my 
apologies with my parents. I was not going to her 
wedding and study gave me an acceptable excuse. Our 
letters still traveled back and forth in the mail but 
they were between a brother and his sister. It was hard 
to write that kind of letter to Penny and many times I 
had to tear up several pages for my emotions would 
spill out in a torrent and spread across the paper.

I tried dating but it just didn't work out. I even 
tried to make love to one woman but couldn't. I still 
see her around campus but she doesn't speak to me 
anymore. I have become accustomed to living alone.

In the spring of my first year of graduate study I got 
a devastating telephone call. Mom and Dad had gone on 
vacation to warmer climes and as they were returning 
their plane had gone down. I called Penny and gave her 
the news. We didn't get to finish the conversation for 
she became so emotional she had to hang up. The next 
morning she called and told me that she would be 
arriving that afternoon and gave me her flight number. 
She asked if she could stay with me while we made the 
arrangements for their funeral.

It had been almost a year since I had seen her and I 
waited anxiously at the airport for her arrival. A wan 
Penny walked out of the flyway into the terminal. We 
hugged briefly and exchanged a quick kiss reserved for 
relatives and after a baggage drill were on our way to 
the apartment. 

When we arrived the old couple joined us for a few 
minutes to offer their condolences. I had grown quite 
fond of them in all the years I had lived there and I 
think they looked on me as an adopted son. Many is the 
time they have let me slide on the rent in my earlier 
student days and I have eaten uncounted meals at their 
table when I was short of cash. Now they are as close 
as anyone I know outside of Penny.

When they left and we were alone Penny asked me for 
details and I explained to her what I had learned. It 
would be a week before the bodies would be shipped and 
we could make funeral arrangements. We talked of old 
memories and little anecdotes we remembered about our 
parents. There was still a sense of unreality about the 
whole thing. I expected at any moment to get a phone 
call from the airport to come and pick them up.

I prepared a simple dinner and we ate in silence. 
Afterward we watched TV until a news program mentioned 
the crash and then we turned it off. Mostly we just 
talked.

Late that evening I left Penny sitting in the living 
room and went to bed. I could hear her stirring around 
and finally go to bed in the other room. I lay awake 
for a long time remembering the happy, loving times we 
had had together in this little place. Finally I 
dropped off to a troubled sleep and dreamed of other 
nights in other times.

*

The next morning I awoke to the smells of breakfast 
cooking and I joined Penny in the kitchen. As a reflex 
I hugged her affectionately from behind with my 
forearms across her breasts as I had thousands of times 
before. It was only afterward that I realized that I 
couldn't take liberties with her, she was a married 
woman now. I quickly apologized and took a seat at the 
table. She poured me a cup of coffee laughing at my 
embarrassment and gave me a quick peck on my cheek.

"If you want the truth, that felt good," she said.

We ate and then decided to go out to the farm and see 
if we could make heads or tails of our parents' 
affairs. I made a couple of quick phone calls to get my 
schedule in order and we set off. We talked about the 
familiar scenery of this often repeated drive and joked 
about earlier trips. Neither of us wanted to talk about 
the real reason we were here together.

When we arrived at the farm we walked through the whole 
house and looked at old sights so well remembered. 
Finally we got the household files and sat at the 
kitchen table and spread everything out and began to go 
through things one at a time. In a couple of hours we 
had a good picture of things that needed to be done and 
what assets our parents had. We read the will and it 
was very simple, Penny and I shared everything equally.

We had a simple dinner and watched some TV steering 
clear of the newscasts. Penny called her husband later 
that evening and I could hear her talking on the phone 
but could not understand the words. From her tone of 
voice I gathered that everything wasn't right between 
them. When she returned to the living room I held my 
peace not wanting to pry. She was upset but chose not 
to talk about whatever was bothering her.

I slept in my old bedroom that night and Penny slept in 
hers. Again I had a night of dreams but this time I 
kept dreaming of Penny talking on the phone and getting 
louder and louder as she shouted into the handset. 

*

I woke up early and went downstairs to the kitchen and 
made a pot of coffee. I found some pancake mix and 
frozen sausage and began to fix breakfast. Penny came 
up behind me and gave me a bear hug. I was acutely 
aware of her soft body pressed against my back and felt 
a little guilty when I found myself becoming aroused.

"That's to pay you back for yesterday morning," she 
said.

After breakfast we sat at the table and had coffee 
together. We reminisced about times we had spent in 
this room in days past. When we finished our coffee 
Penny asked me to go out to the barn with her. I 
followed her to the little room in the loft. We were 
both surprised to find it clean and dusted. Evidently 
Mom had kept it clean after we had left home.

Penny sat on the bed and I sat on a chair as we talked 
about the times we had spent there. Neither of us 
mentioned anything about anything except the most 
innocent of events. We seemed to have an unspoken 
agreement to say nothing about our past love. Penny 
seemed to have something bothering her and she appeared 
about to tell me something so I held up my end of the 
conversation. Patiently I waited until she was ready to 
talk about whatever was on her mind. 

After a few minutes she dropped a bombshell.

"Bobby, I'm thinking about divorcing my husband."

I asked the only question I could think of, "Why?"

"Things just aren't right between us. He is jealous of 
me. He wants me to quit my job and stay home. He tries 
to control every move I make. I asked him to come with 
me to give me support while we made the arrangements 
for our parent's funeral but he refused. He wanted me 
to come here for a couple of days just for the funeral 
and come straight back home. 

"Last night he said that I should be home not out in 
the boondocks going through my parents' things like a 
scavenger. I told him that I would be staying here for 
a while and would come home only when I was ready. He 
became very angry and told me, no ordered me home after 
the funeral.

"We haven't been married a year yet and I have had all 
I can stand of my husband. I can take a leave of 
absence from my job for a month or two and I might just 
do that. I need some time to think about my marriage 
and what I'm going to do. What do you think Bobby?"

"There's nothing I can say about your marriage but if 
you want to stay here or with me in the city you're 
welcome. I've missed you terribly."

"Thanks for the invitation and to be honest I've missed 
you too."

Penny began to leak tears down both cheeks and I went 
over to comfort her. We ended up laying on the bed and 
holding each other tightly. At some point our embrace 
ceased to be a brother comforting his sister and became 
charged with sexuality. My lips found hers and I could 
taste the salt of her tears. Her mouth opened and we 
kissed as lovers again; our tongues probing hungrily as 
our bodies pressed close together. 

I was filled with desire and I pressed into the 
softness between her legs. Penny responded and opened 
her thighs as she rolled on top of me and began to 
grind her body against me. It had been so long since I 
had been with a woman that I made a mess of my pants. 
That broke the spell and I rolled Penny on her side and 
pulled away.

"What's the matter?" she asked.

"I can't, you're married," I said in a lame voice.

"I'm your sister but that didn't bother you, incest was 
OK but adultery isn't? Bobby how can you get moral on 
me now? Remember the first time we made love in this 
bed? Do you still love me like you did then?"

"Penny never a day has gone by that I haven't loved 
you. I love you right now, at this moment, as much as I 
ever have. I just love you so much I don't want to hurt 
you or cause you pain."

"Kiss me Bobby," she commanded.

When our lips met I was lost. Somehow our clothes 
disappeared and we melted into each other. This woman 
would never get away from me again. The world could do 
its worst but I would have Penny as mine from this day 
forward.

"Penny don't ever leave me again, I couldn't stand it."

"Don't worry, I won't Bobby, just love me."

THE END

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.

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