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Alone, Together
by Secret DC Guy (secretdcguy@hotmail.com)
***
With their parents more concerned about their younger
siblings' illness, a teenage brother and sister are left
alone with just each other to depend on. Living more as
a couple than as siblings, it is inevitable that things
will happen. But can their relationship survive growing
up? (mf-teens, youths, inc, 1st, rom, preg)
***
Author Note: As usual, this story involves romance and
has a happy ending. If you like that I hope you enjoy
it, if you don't then there's probably no need to keep
going. Though it doesn't deal with the characters
directly from Always With Me, it is inspired by the same
area and era, so I encourage you to read that series as
well.
Finally, this story deals with incest. That's not your
thing, neither is this story. If you are still with me I
hope you enjoy it and would love to hear feedback at
secretdcguy@hotmail.com.
***
It really sucked. Once again my parents were at the
hospital in Philadelphia trying to find out what was
wrong with the twins. I know that a 16-year-old
shouldn't resent his 10-year-old brothers, but over the
years as their health deteriorated, my parents were
never around. Even worse, I had to play parent to my
little sister, Mindy, the quite annoying 14-year-old
soccer star.
So that's where I was today. I had a driver's license,
but no car. So I had to ride my mountain bike all the
way to the top of the hill to watch my sister play. It
was a tournament, so she had been gone all day and
didn't even know my parents had left at the very last
minute when an appointment opened. In other words, I was
going to have to break it to her win or lose. If her
team won the tournament, she would be upset. If they
lost she would be devastated. Though we definitely loved
each other as siblings, I wasn't a good enough
substitute for a parent. She resented them being away at
least as much as I did.
I'm not really into sports, and don't play any myself,
but the game wasn't too bad. Her team had made the
finals, and my sister played with reckless intensity,
streaking up and down the field with her dark brown hair
flying behind her red and blue uniform. For a long time
the game was close, but in the last five minutes she
scored three goals. By soccer standards it became a
blowout.
When the final whistle blew the girls high-fived and
hugged, but then as youth players are apt to do they all
ran to their parents. My sister looked directly at me,
and ran off the field jumping at me. My arms by reflex
pulled her into an embrace, as she wrapped her arms
around my neck and her legs around my body. "We won! We
actually beat them! They're one of the top teams in the
state!" she yelled directly into my ear.
"You looked great, sis!" I said smiling at her. In
reality, I was proud of her. Though even the success of
your siblings can be annoying, a part of you is always
happy when they're happy-unless of course they're
getting you in trouble.
My sister let go of me, and slid to the ground. Without
even looking around, she sighed and said, "They're in
Philadelphia, aren't they?" I sadly nodded and was about
to give some platitude about how they were proud of her
too, but before I could she smiled and said, "Well, at
least my big brother is here. You don't know how
grateful I am for that." It was touching and made me
very happy, but I didn't want my sister to know that I
could deal with coming to her games sometimes, so I
simply told her she was welcome.
Of course, being a good sibling, she had to do something
that pissed me off. It shouldn't have, but when one of
the coaches said they were going out for pizza, she
asked me if it was okay to go but didn't invite me. Now,
there are a lot of things I enjoy more than hanging out
with a bunch of 14-year-old girls. However, there are
very few things I enjoy more than pizza. With my parents
gone, there would be no cooked dinner, and I was, shall
we say, short on funds. While my sister was out feasting
on my favorite food, at most I would be eating a bowl of
cereal. Annoyed, I told the coach it was okay.
Matters were even worse when I got back to my bicycle.
Apparently some kid wanted to play a prank, and my back
wheel was slashed. I thought that maybe someone would be
good enough to give me a ride home, but as I tried to
flag down any of the parents driving their girls out,
all I got were waves. I ended up walking my bicycle a
full mile back to my house, at least it was downhill.
I have no idea what they had done after pizza, but my
sister didn't get back until 7 o'clock that evening,
which was well after my parents had called to say they'd
be spending the night in Philadelphia. When she finally
came in the door I told her that we'd be alone for the
night. A look of panic came over her face. It was weird,
the star soccer player, the tough girl on the field, was
scared when my parents weren't home. I gave her a hug
and told her it would be all right-it was always all
right. I joked that if anybody broke into the house, I
would protect her.
My sister must have been tired, because she went to bed
pretty early. It could also have been that she wanted to
go to sleep before it was too dark, which was when she
would get scared. That really didn't matter to me
though. It would give me a chance to play Nintendo alone
in my room without her, or the twins for that matter,
wanting to play too. At about 11 o'clock I turned off
the game and the TV, and then turned out the lights and
went to bed.
Autumn in northern Pennsylvania bring three things rain,
fog, and wind. This night, we got the last of those.
Sometime after midnight, I awoke to the the creaking of
my door. Silhouetted by the nightlight in the hall, I
saw my sister's form coming into the room pillow and
blanket in hand. Coming to the side of my bed she put
her hand on my arm and gently shook me. "Seth, are you
awake?" I mumbled that I was, and she sighed. "I'm
scared. I think I heard something," she continued, "Can
I sleep on your floor?"
Until a few months ago, she wouldn't have asked, but
after she came in at pretty much the wrong moment one
time she was now good enough to ask. In addition, until
about the same time she would've crashed on one of the
twins' beds. However with their declining health, my
parents had decided it was best to move the bunk beds
into their room, just in case of emergency. I probably
should have been a good brother and offered her my bed
while I took the floor. However, I was a teenage boy and
wanted to impress girls, so I needed my beauty sleep. I
mumbled for her to go ahead, and within a few minutes we
were both asleep.
The pattern repeated itself over the next few weeks. My
parents spent weekends and many weekdays in Philadelphia
just trying to figure out what could be wrong with my
brothers. My sister and I made sure each other got out
to school, and I made sure I got to her games. I'm not
sure whether it was infuriating or sad, but it just
wasn't right that we had to depend on each other so
much.
One Saturday after a morning soccer game, Mindy asked if
she could go shopping with some friends. I found myself
strangely asking her who the friends were, when she was
coming home, and whether there would be any boys
involved. We were both stunned. For the first time since
we were effectively on our own, I had said something
that sounded like a parent. After the initial shock, my
sister said that they were girls from the soccer team,
she would try to be home by dinner, and that there
wouldn't be any boys. She followed up by saying, "you're
the only man in my life, dad!" We both laughed and I
told her to have a good time.
Mindy is the typical girl and loves to shop. So I was
surprised when she came home just after noon. I had been
playing Nintendo, and was considering pulling out a
Sports Illustrated swimsuit issue. I was slightly
disappointed, but knew I would get my chance later in
the evening, so I yelled down to the other side of the
house to acknowledge that I knew she was home.
In a few minutes she was sitting cross-leg facing me.
"Seth," she said softly, "I got something for you. I got
a game, but I'm not sure you're going to like it. It's a
sports game and I've never seen you play one. But you
like games and I like soccer, so I thought it was
something we could play together."
I hated sports games, but it was really touching that my
sister wanted to do something for me. I gave the
perfunctory 'you didn't have to', but when she said that
it was because of how I had taken care of her and been
there for her in the past few months she really wanted
to, I leaned over gave her a hug and thanked her.
Ironically, I enjoyed the game much more than I thought
I would. Perhaps part of it was that my sister was just
not good at video games, but I kept taking the ball down
the field and scoring. Rather than getting upset or
frustrated, Mindy laughed and would bump my shoulder
with hers trying to distract me. Eventually, we decided
we would need dinner. As I was turning off the machine,
my sister laid her head on my shoulder and said, "Seth,
you really are a great guy, the best brother a sister
could want. I hope that when I'm older I meet a guy just
like you."
If there was one thing my sister and I never talked
about it was boys and girls. Neither of us dated because
she was too young and I just wasn't the type of guy that
high school girls wanted to be seen with. I desperately
wanted a girl to see something good in me, and now one
did. Unfortunately, it was my sister.
In most ways the evening was uneventful, except for one
minor detail. Because the twins' medical expenses were
so high our parents tried to economize anyway possible.
One aspect of this was to keep the heat turned down when
the twins weren't home. Thus, on weekends they were in
Philadelphia, or Baltimore, or Pittsburgh desperately
trying to find out what was going on, Mindy and I were
literally left in the cold. If we ever complained, my
mother just said to put on a sweater.
Even though it was only October, it was going to be very
cold that night. So both Mindy and I thought it would be
a good idea to go to bed early. It got so bad, that
instead of boxers and a T-shirt I slept in sweatpants
and a sweater. Predictably, just about midnight Mindy
came into my room and told me she was scared. She spread
out on the floor like she normally did, but after about
10 minutes she crawled over to my bed, shook my
shoulder, and told me she was cold. I offered to get her
another blanket, but instead she said, "Seth, could I
get in bed with you."
I was stunned by the question, and thought that it would
be a bad idea on so many levels. First, I only had a
single bed. If we got in bed together, we would spend
the night smushed against each other, and neither of us
would get any sleep. On top of that, this was my sister.
While I often fantasized about cuddling girls in bed,
they were always the hot girls from high school. My
sister had never entered that equation.
However, as I thought about it there were two reasons
why it was a very good idea. First, with both of us in
the same our body heat would help keep each other warm.
Second, it's not like we never touched. We hugged often
and occasionally on cold days when we watched TV we
would cuddle up on the couch. She was my sister, so it
probably wasn't a big deal.
I told her that it was okay, and she slid in bed behind
me. We lay back to back and chatted for a little while.
At first, we both complained about the lack of heat. We
followed that by expressing our bitterness about our
parents always being gone with the twins. However,
eventually the conversation turned to the twins, Bobby
and Mikey, and their failing health. They had been happy
kids until about three years ago. Then they started
having trouble eating.
First it was a dairy, then meat, then most vegetables
and some grains. Originally, our parents were able to
adjust their diets, but eventually they could eat less
and less. Now they were thin and emaciated and sometimes
needed to be fed intravenously. The prognosis was very
bad.
As we talked, I began to realize that my biggest
frustration was that we couldn't be a family. I loved my
mother and father, and of course the twins too, but it
was hard because I almost never saw them. On the rare
occasions that I did, a specter of what seemed to be the
twins' imminent death hung over the house. Our parents
might physically be there, but they never were really
with us.
The person in the family I loved the most was my sister,
and unfortunately Mindy took their absence harder than I
did. I was a bit of a loner, never really being in
situations where I saw much of my friends' parents.
However as an athlete, my sister constantly went to
practices and games by herself.
While the other girls got compliments from their parents
and rides home, my sister had to depend on other people.
This year, her frustration had turned into shame. I
found this out one day when she was late from a game-
before I had started going to them. The field was about
a mile from where we lived, so it should have been a
quick ride with somebody's parents.
However, it had taken her over an hour to get home. I
was playing video games, and nonchalantly asked her what
took her so long. She told me that she had walked home.
Shocked that she couldn't get a ride from somebody's
parents, I asked her why. Apparently, she had told
everybody that our parents were coming to pick her up
but would be a little bit late. Then after everybody
else had left she changed out of her soccer cleats and
started walking. When she started to cry, I decided that
I would try to get to as many games as possible.
After a few minutes of talking in bed, I could hear
Mindy's voice beginning to slow. Then she started to say
nonsensical things and mutter unintelligibly. I knew she
was falling asleep, so I told her good night and closed
my eyes myself. In a few minutes I was asleep as well.
Sometime in the middle of the night, I awoke hot and
sweaty. After shaking the cobwebs out of my head, I
realized that Mindy and I were no longer back to back.
Instead, I was still facing away from her, but she was
lying with her chest to my back and arm draped over me.
I felt uncomfortable, but it was because I was wearing a
sweater. For some reason it didn't bother me that Mindy
was cuddling.
I sat up in bed and walked over to my dresser. I took
off my sweater and threw it on a chair, then exchanged
my sweaty T-shirt for a fresh one. Returning to bed, I
gently pushed Mindy to the side of the bed I had
previously been on. And then I lay down against her back
to back.
Still later, I awoke a second time. I felt like there
was a weight pressing against my chest and something
tickling my face. My first thought was that it would be
a terrible night's sleep, but then I realized that this
time I was facing Mindy's back. Instead of one arm
draped over her, I had been hugging her while we both
slept. Though it was a little bit awkward, I decided
that that I had curled up with her because it was so
cold. Again, I turned back to back and returned to
sleep.
I awoke first in the morning to the greatest shock.
Before I opened my eyes I smelled morning breath. Still
groggy, I wondered why I could smell my own breath, as I
didn't remember it ever happening before. As I grew more
awake, though, I realized it wasn't my breath. Mindy and
I were lying face-to-face embracing with our faces just
inches apart.
I don't know why it happened that way, but Mindy woke up
before I could move. Immediately she screamed, which
made me scream. Then with inhuman agility we both jumped
backwards out of bed. We both started apologizing and
talking about how weird it was.
However, part of what I said was a lie. Something about
waking up with Mindy in a tender embrace didn't feel
weird. She was the person I loved more than anyone in
the world. Though admittedly I didn't get much attention
from girls, I did know that the way I felt about my
sister was not what it would feel like to have a high
school crush. Instead, it was a peaceful and comfortable
love that I knew would last until I died.
Because of the stress of the twins' illness, our family
usually dealt with uncomfortable situations with humor.
Within a few minutes, Mindy and I were joking about the
situation. She confessed that she really enjoyed sharing
the bed with me; it made her feel connected to someone.
I admitted that it wasn't so bad. Without thinking, I
found myself saying that she could come in on any cold
night.
Over the next few weeks, the situation with the twins
grew even bleaker. At this point, the situation was so
bad that they had been moved to a hospital in Memphis,
Tennessee. I had heard about the city and thought it
might be a fun place to go, but I knew the chances of us
going down were very small. In addition, both my parents
were down with Bobby and Mikey, so we were completely
alone.
Though occasionally one of our parents' friends would
come to check up on us, our parents thought I was old
enough and responsible enough to take care of both Mindy
and myself. In effect, we were living alone and could do
whatever we wanted.
In one way, that was good. Though Mindy was only
supposed to come to my room on cold nights, she
eventually started coming in every night. We didn't even
make the pretense of sleeping back to back. Instead, she
would slip into bed in front of me and I would spoon
her. It was exciting and different every night.
On nights it was warm enough she would shower after
soccer practice. Then her hair would smell like the
flowery shampoos my mother would buy. But on very cold
nights, neither of us felt like getting wet in a cold
house. Those times, I could smell the sweat in her hair.
I didn't know how to tell her, but I liked that more.
What was even weirder was that I realized that her
natural scent turned me on more than any perfume could.
Some people say it's natural to be attracted to people
that you are around all the time, especially if it's
somebody you love. In addition, I think it's only
natural to be attracted to people who have similarities
to us. Or at least that's what I told myself. I knew you
weren't supposed be attracted to your sister. However
when I thought about it, I realized that in some ways we
had been living together more like a married couple than
brother and sister.
Every day we came home to each other. I would make
dinner for both of us the best I could. We would do our
homework together, and play video games together when we
were done. Because we were alone and on a very tight
budget, we would even sit down once a week and look at
the finances to make sure we had enough money to get
through until the next time our parents could send
money.
As autumn passed and Thanksgiving came, we were alone.
Neither of us really knew how to cook, so we ended up
going to the house of one of my mother's friends. At
first we were happy to have the invitation, but the day
really turned into a disaster. When we got there we
realized that it was more of a party for their extended
family than an intimate dinner. Some people just greeted
us and asked about general things like school and
sports.
Unfortunately, anytime you have a big gathering there is
the nosy person. When one older woman asked why our
parents weren't there, we gave a vague answer. Then she
went and asked our mother's friend. I never really liked
the woman because she was rather self-centered, and she
immediately proved that my dislike was well-founded.
Rather than respecting our privacy, she started to brag
to everybody about how our parents weren't around
because of the twins' illness and how she just had to
invite us for dinner. By the time we left we were both
ashamed and embarrassed.
That night when Mindy came to my bed, she was crying. At
first she just said how embarrassed she was. It stabbed
me like a knife when she asked, "Seth, why don't they
love me?" It was devastating. I knew my sister took
their absence harder than I did, but I hadn't known she
felt that they didn't love us. Trying to be the
reassuring big brother, I asked for her to turn and face
me. She did, and as we looked to each other, I told her
that I loved her. Then I leaned over to give her a kiss.
At first, it was just a kiss on the forehead. But I
could tell that we both knew something had changed.
Silently, Mindy leaned over and with her beautiful brown
eyes wide open kissed me on the lips. It was just a
quick kiss, but by the way she pulled back I realized
that she was just trying to feel it out, trying to see
how I would react. Though I hadn't really made a
decision what to do, I found myself leaning in to kiss
her.
As our lips met her eyes were still open. I think we
were both in shock, but when my sister closed her eyes I
knew that my kiss was welcome. I closed my eyes and kept
the kiss going. It wasn't a make out session; it was
just the one kiss. However, we both realized it wasn't a
sibling kiss. We were now living together as a couple.
Things were a little awkward the next morning, but by
afternoon we were back to living together comfortably.
That night, with the lights out we kissed again, this
time for longer. It continued every night getting
progressively more intense. It even got to the point
where we talked about what was happening. We agreed that
things needed to slow down, but we couldn't control
ourselves. Eventually we gave in and just promised that
we wouldn't have sex.
Just before Christmas during our nightly phone call with
our parents, I could tell my mother and father seemed
more upbeat. When we asked what was going on my mother
said that the hospital had found a doctor with a
promising new treatment. It was experimental, but it was
something. We were all guarded in our enthusiasm because
there had been promising treatments before. They all
failed. However, over the next few weeks our parents
mentioned that there was an improvement. Then strangely,
they stopped giving us any news at all. We figured that
this treatment, like all the others, had failed.
On Christmas Eve, we were devastated that our parents
did not call. We figured that there was probably very
bad news about the twins, so that made it even worse. We
didn't have a Christmas tree that year or any presents,
the only thing we did was get a ride to church then eat
some boiled frozen pierogis when we got home. We had at
least been hoping for a call from our parents, but none
came.
We went to bed together as usual, and started a heavy
make out session. We kissed with the desperation of two
people who loved each other but otherwise were left
alone in the world. This time, we both knew that things
were going to go further. As our bodies rubbed against
each other, Mindy said, "We can't have sex, but you can
do anything else you want to me tonight."
I didn't know what I wanted to do, but I knew I wanted
to do something. For a while I hesitated and just kept
kissing her, but then finally I decided that I at least
wanted to feel her body. When I put my hand on her
stomach I could see her smile in the dim light of my
nightlight. As I began to slide my hand under her shirt,
I heard two exuberant shouts, one from my door and one
from down the hall, "Merry Christmas!" Then I heard my
mother scream.
When the overhead lights flashed on, we both turned and
saw my mother standing at the door, her face in absolute
shock. Then my father was next to her. At first his
mouth hung open wide, but then his jaw clenched and his
eyebrows arched. I could tell he was angry, as it looked
like he would fly across the room and hit one or maybe
both of us. We were only saved by Bobby and Mikey
bouncing into the room and jumping onto the bed, hugging
us as if all happiness in the world depended on it. The
twins were better, but we were busted.
It turns out, that the twins had a rare condition where
they couldn't digest something or other. Without
treatment, it was devastating and they eventually would
have starved to death. However, the treatment was rather
simple. All that they had to do was take some kind of
medicine or something that would replace some enzyme
they were missing.
When they started the treatment they had improved
quickly. The reason why our parents had stopped giving
us information is that they wanted to surprise us with
the good news. The reason they hadn't called that day
was because they were traveling home. Being together as
a family was going to be a Christmas surprise.
At first, it seemed like everybody was trying to ignore
what they had seen. But eventually the twins got tired-
they were still somewhat weak-and went to bed. Alone in
the living room with our parents my mother started to
cry. They asked us what happened and how long it'd been
going on.
Hanging my head, not in shame, but in disappointment
that things would have to end, I told them the story. I
held nothing back, and Mindy added some details as I
continued. At one point I looked at her and noticed that
instead of looking away from my parents, she looked at
my mother directly in the eyes.
When I finished the story, I could tell my parents were
trying to stay calm. Holding back whatever he was
feeling, our father told us that it couldn't happen
again. Before I could say okay, I saw a pillow flash
across the room, hitting him square in the face. Mindy
was on her feet cursing my parents up and down. She said
how they shouldn't have left us all alone. And then she
said I was the only person she could depend on. Finally,
she said that if we weren't able to continue our
relationship, she was leaving. Our now obviously furious
parents sent us both to our rooms.
When I got up the next morning, everyone else was still
asleep. I thought that I would go to my sister's room,
wake her up and maybe give her one last kiss. However,
when I opened her door she wasn't there. I looked around
her room, sensing that there had to be in answer to
where she was somewhere in the room. Eventually I found
her diary, which surprisingly was not very well hidden,
and opened to a page that was marked. Folded between
those pages was a note. It read, "Seth, if I can't be
with you I can't stay. I don't know where I'm going, but
when I get there, I want you to come find me."
It was a tense three days trying to figure out where my
sister went. Finally, we got a call from an aunt who
lived in New Jersey. My sister apparently had -a dumb
thing to do-to Philadelphia. Then she navigated the
public transportation to the train stop nearest their
town, and then walked five miles to their house. It had
taken most of the day, and when my uncle opened the
door, they could both tell that something was terribly
wrong. At the end of the phone conversation I heard my
mother meekly say, "We'll be down this evening."
When we got there it was too late to have a family
discussion, but the next morning the twins were driven
to see a girl they had met on one of the trips to the
hospital. She was in remission from leukemia, and was
ecstatic that two of the only kids she knew who could
understand what it was like to be in the hospital were
coming to visit. When my father got back from dropping
them off my aunt took charge of the conversation.
She said my sister had told her what was going on. Then
in a commanding voice she said that if Mindy and I
wanted to stay with them we were welcome. She ended her
part of the conversation by saying to our parents, "I
just want you two to remember what you have in common,
what you bonded over when you met in college."
Neither of my parents said anything, but I could tell
that something had changed. They turned to each other
and hugged. I could tell by the way they looked each
other in the eyes that they had some deep and meaningful
connection, some secret that my aunt knew about what had
brought them together. Mindy and I both stared at them
quizzically. Before we could ask what was going on
though my father looked at us as he continued to hold my
mother and said, "No, we're not related." I knew we
would not get an answer even if we asked.
The conversation continued, and some ground rules were
decided. Mindy and I would be allowed to continue our
relationship. However, things were not allowed to go
beyond kissing while we were under their roof. With the
twins' condition improving, they needed to move out of
my parents' room. Since it was 'inappropriate' for them
to share a room with a teenage boy and since my sister
would probably end up in my bedroom anyway, the twins
would move into my room and I would move into Mindy's.
However, we would keep separate beds to at least keep up
the appearance that while it was a weird situation
nothing was going on between us. We were also not
allowed to have any friends in our room or tell anyone
that we shared a bedroom. When the twins got back, they
agreed to the same rules. They were happy to have their
own room, and because they had been sick didn't have
many friends to bring home anyway. Also, being young
they didn't understand that a brother and sister should
not be making out.
Over the next year and a half Mindy and I grew closer.
We kept our promise that we wouldn't let things go
further than they already had. After a few months of
frustrating passion, we became more boyfriend and
girlfriend than siblings. We wouldn't make out every
night; there was no need to get everything in before we
got caught. But when we did it was tender and caring.
We kept the relationship hidden well though, I didn't
ask any girls out, which wasn't surprising since I was a
loner, and any time my sister was asked out she simply
said my parents thought she was too young to date. I
thought things were going wonderfully.
However, all good things must come to an end. Our smack
in the face was my senior prom. I wanted to go, but I
couldn't take the woman I really wanted to take. It
would have been too much for me to show up with my
sister. Without telling her, I agreed to go with the
girl I knew who was also a loner. We were only going as
friends, so it seemed like a good solution.
Mindy didn't take it well. When I told her, she flew off
the handle. In between throwing things at me, she
reminded me that she was my girlfriend and if I was
going with anyone I should go with her. My parents tried
to calm things down reminding her that we had to keep
our relationship private. But my sister would have none
of it. To her, it was the greatest betrayal.
I had learned over the past few years that my sister had
a volatile streak. I now learned she could also be
vindictive. Until I graduated a few weeks later, she
didn't speak to me, and stopped sharing a room with me.
Instead, she slept on the couch, only coming into the
room to get what she needed.
Her silence broke on graduation night when she
congratulated me. But she would only speak to me briefly
through the rest of June and July. To maximize our time
together during what I thought was going to be a
wonderful summer, I had scheduled myself for the last
orientation at my college down in Washington DC. The
first week of August though my sister went away to a two
week soccer camp. She had not come back by the time I
left.
Over the next few months, I called and even wrote
letters trying to get some kind of response from her but
none came. Over Thanksgiving, Christmas, and spring
break she ignored me. When I got home at the end of the
spring semester she ignored me for the rest of her
school year. Then she and her traveling soccer team went
to Europe for six weeks. She was home for a few days,
and then went to spend a month as a counselor at a young
girls' soccer camp. Finally the week before I went back
to school she went off to her own soccer camp. She had
managed to avoid me for the entire summer.
Surprisingly, my parents were understanding even though
I was sure they would have been happy to see us apart.
They explained up and down how teenage girls don't know
what they want. My mother also stressed that sometimes
people don't know how to apologize and let anger and
grudges fester even though they don't want to. My father
told me to just give it time, and maybe things would
work out. I thought that maybe they knew something I
didn't, but I didn't care. I was sure my relationship
with my sister was over.
When I returned to school for my sophomore year I made
an effort not to be a loner and actually made one really
good friend in a history elective. His name was Bernard,
and he was gay as Mardi Gras. He would occasionally
flirt just to get a rise out of me, but in reality we
had a lot in common. Near the end of the second
semester, I got an offer for a summer long internship at
an architecture firm. Not being able to face Mindy for
another summer I accepted.
The week after classes started in the fall semester of
junior year, Bernard and I were playing Nintendo in our
dorm room. "Seth man," he said laughing, "Why the fuck
don't you date. You got to be pretty damn frustrated.
Are you just waiting for me to actually give you that
blow job?"
I had never told him about my relationship with Mindy,
but as I had gone a year not showing any interest in
girls, or guys for that matter, it became hard for me to
avoid the subject. I sighed and decided it was finally
time to tell him. However, before the words came out of
my mouth and almost on cue, the phone rang. When I
answered a woman's voice on the other side said, "Is
this Seth?" When I said that it was, she continued, "My
name is Diana. I'm a freshman at State University, and I
play soccer with your sister. I'm also her roommate." I
was shocked, my sister was going to college just outside
the city.
As I listened in silence on the other end of the line,
Diana told me that after their first game my sister had
looked very depressed. That night when Diana asked her
what was wrong, Mindy had told her about how I would
come to all of her games when our parents were away with
the twins. She said that I was always the one she could
hug, and it really hurt her that I wasn't there.
Diane had tried to make her feel better, saying that she
knew I was proud of her but that would probably be hard
for me to get to their college for games. However, Mindy
had told her that even though I was going to college
nearby, we hadn't spoken for over two years.
I managed to be happy and sad at the same time. I was
sad because all of the hurt of the past two years came
back. I was also sad because I knew it hurt Mindy too. I
was happy though because at least my sister was thinking
about me in a good way. I don't know how I responded,
but Diana sighed and said that Mindy and I were exactly
alike, bullheaded and stubborn.
Finally, she said that Mindy didn't know she was
calling, but I should come up and visit the next Friday.
Though I said I didn't know if it was a good idea, Diana
gave me their phone number and told me to think about
it.
Bernard could tell that something was wrong, so he asked
me if I was okay. I gave him vague details about the
situation, mentioning how Mindy and I were estranged
after depending on each other for so long. I left out
the details about our relationship though. I had no idea
how I could explain that. When I finished I asked him
what he thought I should do. In the most caring voice I
had ever heard from him he said that I should go.
Tentatively, I picked up the phone and dialed the
number. I was relieved when I got the answering machine.
Though I thought I should just hang up I found myself
saying, "Hi Mindy, it's Seth. I'm going to come by next
Friday."
When Friday came Bernard was prancing about the room
having me put on outfit after outfit. He said I needed
to find something perfect for meeting a long-lost
relative. I had no idea that they were outfits
appropriate for that, but I was happy for his
enthusiasm-it helped me to ignore my anxiety. Finally I
left, taking the subway then a shuttle bus to her
school. I looked at a campus map, found her dorm, and
started walking.
When I called up from the call box, it was Diana who
answered and buzzed me in. She was also the one who met
me downstairs to sign me in. She was a very attractive
African-American woman who I thought under different
circumstances I might be attracted to, but she also wore
a shirt that read "lesbian and proud of it". On the way
up to their dorm room she asked if I was the brother or
the boyfriend. I was crushed. I had spent the last two
years thinking about Mindy and how nobody would ever
replace her. And here she was replacing me.
I had often thought that I would never date again, but
it never occurred to me that she might not feel the
same. Trying to act happy, I said I couldn't wait to
meet the lucky guy. Diana snickered and said that this
was the first time she would meet him as well. Mindy had
never even mentioned a boyfriend until that week.
When we got to their room Diana open the door and walked
in first. When I followed I saw Mindy sitting on her bed
on the other side of the room. Her hands were folded on
her lap; her beautiful brown hair hung wavy over her
shoulders. She looked beautiful, like she wanted to
impress the boyfriend who was coming. However, she
looked very nervous.
I quietly said hello not knowing whether I felt happy or
sad. I had my sister back, but not in the way I wanted.
I never thought it would be like this. Maybe it would
have been better for me if we had never spoken again.
But Mindy was a person I loved more than anyone else in
the world. Even if it was painful for me, I would do
whatever it took to make her happy.
Mindy said nothing. Instead, she jumped to her feet and
ran across the room. In a second she was kissing me all
over the face, telling me that she was wrong, she had
acted like a little girl, and she never wanted to let go
of me again. She finished by putting her hand behind my
head and pulling me down she gave me the deepest French
kiss she had ever given me. And then she held me, her
head against my chest, and cried, "Seth, I loved you
then. I love you now. And I am going to love you
forever. I'm never going to leave you again. Please,
promise you won't ever leave me."
When we finally broke our embrace, we noticed Diana
standing in shock. Mindy looked at her and said, "I told
you my brother and boyfriend was coming over tonight."
When Diana stammered that she didn't know they were the
same person, my sister replied, "You're the English
major. 'Was' is singular. 'Were' is plural. I used
'was'. Hence, you should have known they were the same
person." Though I probably should have been worried
about how Diana would react, I couldn't have cared less.
Mindy had referred to me as her boyfriend. In her mind
we had never broken up.
For a few minutes, it seemed like Diana was trying to
make sense of the situation. Finally, she shrugged her
shoulders and said, "Well, I'm a Dyke. Who am I to
judge? Let's get dinner." I was shocked but happy. We
now had a friend who accepted us.
Though Diana was accepting, we decided we should still
keep things quiet. However, I started to attend every
one of Mindy's home soccer games. It turned out she was
a star. As a true freshman she was starting. She was
also the leading goal scorer on the team. Eventually, I
convinced Bernard to start coming to the games too. Even
though he didn't know our secret, it was great to have
another friend hanging around.
Though her team was pretty good, it was clear before the
last game that they wouldn't make the playoffs. However,
there was still tense excitement about the final game.
Not only were they playing their rivals, but their other
game this season had been close for most of the game.
However, with five minutes left Mindy shined. She scored
two goals, and had one assist. What had been a tie game
quickly became a blowout, at least in soccer terms.
This game was tense and physical. There were a total of
five yellow cards, two for State and three for the other
team. The game was even closer after regulation and
injury time the game was tied. Overtime didn't settle
the match either. Finally, it came down to penalty
kicks. Surprisingly, the coach opted not to have Mindy
kick first. She was still a freshman, and he thought it
might be too much pressure. So instead he had four
upperclassman kick first. Unfortunately, all of their
shots were blocked. Luckily, of the other team's shots,
each was blocked by Diana who happened to be the only
true freshman goalie in the league.
Finally, with the other team's five players expended and
each team's sixth person warming up, Mindy lined up on
the ball. The entire stadium was silent during her
approach and as the ball flew through the air. But there
was an explosion of joy when the ball sailed into the
upper left-hand corner just past the opposing goalies
hands. With her arms in the air Mindy ran forward with a
look of joyous shock on her face. She had done it. I had
never been so happy for her.
But then something unexpected happened. Right as Mindy
was trying to head back to her team the opposing goalie
kicked her legs out from under her. As my sister lay on
the ground the goalie kicked her in the head. Mindy lay
motionless on the ground as the other woman kicked her
in the stomach repeatedly. Diana who had been running
over to celebrate, tackled the woman.
I had been sitting near the front with the other family
members, so I hopped the railing and quickly ran onto
the field. The coaches and players knew I was Mindy's
brother so they didn't stop me. As the other goalie was
being held on the ground and the campus police ran
towards her, I got to my sister. She had somehow managed
to roll onto her back. Not wanting to move her I just
took her hand and looked at her. Her eyes open groggily
and she asked, "Did I score?" I said she had as her eyes
closed.
I stood back as the paramedics put Mindy on a backboard
and stretcher. When they asked the coach if he wanted to
ride with them, he said that I was her brother and I
should be the one. As I walked away with the paramedics,
the coach yelled that he would call our parents. When I
looked back, I saw Diana crying on Bernard's shoulder.
When we got to the hospital my sister was still
unconscious.
However, after a brain scan the doctors determined that
even though she had a concussion, remarkably, it wasn't
that bad. However, they still sedated her so she would
sleep through the night and they could do more tests in
the morning.
About an hour later the coach arrived, Diana and Bernard
in tow. He agreed to let Diana come along because she
was Mindy's best friend, and Diana had convinced him to
bring along Bernard, as he was my best friend. As I sat
by Mindy's bed, holding her hand gently, our friends sat
at the other side of the room. Diana was apparently
devastated, and Bernard held her the entire time. I had
heard about the empathy that people in the gay community
have for each other. It was reassuring to see that it
was true.
Eventually, my parents arrived with the twins. They had
driven all night so they could be there when their
daughter woke up. At about 10 o'clock a groggy Mindy was
sitting up in bed listening to a recap of everything
that happened. Diana, Bernard, and I explained
everything as my parents joy turned to fear. But by the
time we were done we realized Mindy would be okay, and
everyone was happy.
There were course other tests that had to be run, and
one of the results left me numb. Because of all the
kicks to her stomach, the doctors wanted to perform an
MRI on Mindy's abdomen. The results were bad. The only
internal organ with any damage was her uterus. Because
of the trauma the doctor said that while she would not
need surgery she would likely never be able to get
pregnant.
Though I could tell she was numb as well, Mindy took the
news better than I expected. She calmly asked everybody
besides me to leave the room. When we were alone she
asked me to get in the hospital bed with her, I sat
behind her with my arms holding her gently. She leaned
back against me, turned her head, and kissed me on the
cheek. She told me she had never seriously thought about
having children. The only person she would've wanted to
have a child with was me, and she knew the risks that
would entail. Now, she said we didn't have to worry
about that. Nothing could keep us apart.
It was several months before Mindy had fully recovered.
During that time I would go out to see her at State as
often as I could. My parents felt like they needed to
facilitate it, so they bought a car for me and paid for
space in my university's garage. Bernard would often
come out with me, though we hadn't told him the full
nature of our relationship. So, often it was the four of
us spending time together. They were also good enough to
let us be alone for a little during each visit. Because
of the concussion and the other injuries, my sister and
I didn't do anything more than tenderly kissing. We
didn't want there to be any more damage.
As spring semester passed it seemed as if love was in
the air. Bernard started seeing somebody, though I had
no idea who the guy was. All I know is that my friend
was happier than I've ever seen him. He also grew his
hair long and spent at least an hour every night
brushing it while talking to his significant other on
the phone.
I figured the guy had to be closeted, as even when I
asked to meet him Bernard politely refused. It was odd
though, because every time they would go out, Bernard
would dress as feminine as he could without putting on
women's clothing. Why would the guy be willing to be
seen with the very feminine man but not be willing to
meet the guy's best friend?
According to Mindy, Diane had met somebody too. In her
case though, she had cut her hair really short and
started to dress more butch. Much like Bernard, she
would not tell Mindy anything about her new girlfriend.
Luckily, our schools had the same spring break. Diana's
family owned a three bedroom condo down at the beach,
and though she and Mindy had to spend the week training,
the four of us hopped in my car Friday afternoon and
drove off on a mini vacation. Mindy and I were happy,
but Diana and Bernard were ecstatic. As we drove along
Diana kept saying that there was going to be some big
relationship news that tonight. We figured we would
finally get to know who her new girlfriend was. She also
knew that Mindy and I had finally decided to tell
Bernard the true nature of our relationship.
When we got there, Mindy and I took our stuff to one of
the smaller bedrooms while Diana and Bernard were at the
window talking about the view. My sister and I both
freshened up and put on the nicest clothes we ha, as
Diana had made dinner reservations at the nicest
restaurant that was open during the offseason. When we
got back out to the living room Diana and Bernard had
also moved their stuff to their bedrooms. Diana looked
as butch as she probably could, while Bernard even had
makeup on, though he didn't do a very good job and it
looked a little smeared. If he was going cross dress, he
obviously still had some learning to do.
Dinner was wonderful. We all ordered varieties of fish,
and even got the waiter to bring us wine, though none of
us were of age. Finally while we were waiting for
dessert, Diane asked if everybody was ready for the big
relationship news. After everyone said they were, Mindy
and I turned to each other. Looking deeply into the
others eyes, said that we were in love and were going to
spend our lives together as a couple.
I hadn't thought about what response we might get, but
was surprised when none came. I had been expecting
something, but apparently the news didn't faze Bernard.
When Mindy turned her face to look at Diane and Bernard,
her mouth dropped. I quickly looked as well, and saw
them making out. My gay roommate was dating my sister's
lesbian roommate. When they finally stopped, I asked how
they could be dating as they were both gay.
Smiling, they looked lovingly at each other and said,
"Make that gay plus one." When we repeated our secret to
Bernard, he said that it been obvious because we really
didn't interact like a brother and sister. When he had
asked Diana, she simply told him. We all laughed at the
irony the world brings. After dinner, we all took a walk
along the beach. Two couples, four friends, all warmed
by love in the cold ocean breeze.
Eventually, we made our way back to the condo. Mindy and
I went to our bedroom, while Diana and Bernard went into
the master bedroom. As I changed into my boxers and a T-
shirt, Mindy insisted on getting changed in the
bathroom. Though we still had only ever made out, we had
seen each other naked plenty of times. It was strange
that now she was getting modest.
When my sister came out of the bathroom though I
realized she had wanted privacy because of a surprise.
She had redone her hair and put on a shimmering purple
nighty. As I scanned it over I saw she wore panties of
the same color underneath. Immediately, I was rock hard,
and knew tonight would be different. Timidly, Mindy
asked if I liked it. All I could do was nod my head yes.
Mindy glided across the room towards me. She hung her
hands around my neck and kissed me deeply. It started
off tender and gentle like we normally kissed but then
it became more passionate. In seconds we were lying on
the bed. When my hands slid under the nighty and up to
her breasts she didn't protest. When I touched her
nipples she let out a sigh and told me it felt
wonderful. First her nighty was slid over her head, and
then my T-shirt came off as well. Our chests pressed
together, as I felt her skin truly against mine for the
very first time.
My kisses moved away from her lips and onto her neck.
She moaned as I worked my way down her neck, and then to
her breasts. Her nipples were hard with excitement and I
caressed one as I gently kissed the other. Mindy and I
were both inexperienced, so I would occasionally do
something wrong. But after a few minutes of me switching
between her breasts, my sister arched her back and said,
"Oh God! I'm cumming!" She then slumped down on the bed
and told me how intense and wonderful it felt.
I was afraid our encounter was over because my sister
had finished, but then she started rubbing me through my
boxers and said that it was time. She pulled my boxers
off with desperation and then slid her panties off her
legs. Sliding the top sheets out from under her, Mindy
spread her legs and I knelt between them. Even with the
distance between her and my face I could smell her-musky
and clean, somehow familiar.
Sitting up slightly, Mindy gently grasped me and started
to stroke me. She told me that she knew it would hurt,
but she wanted me to do whatever I needed to do. She
wanted my first time to be wonderful. So slowly I slid
myself inside of her, her hand guiding me to the right
spot. I didn't feel any resistance, and remembered from
my health classes that many female athletes have already
torn their hymen by the time they have sex. Mindy was
still tight though. So I started slowly, stopping
occasionally to let her body adjust.
Slowly though, we picked up speed. We were somewhat
awkward since it was each our first time, but our bodies
did well enough. Eventually, a rhythm worked out,
imperfect but sufficient. In just a few minutes I was
driving in as hard as I could, feeling my cum building
inside of me. Mindy was arching her back thrusting
herself onto me as well telling me that she wanted it,
and to make her a woman.
Soon I drove myself in as far as I could and started to
shoot inside of her. At the same time Mindy arched her
back again, gasping with another orgasm. We lay there
tired with me on top of her. I was still a little hard,
so I slowly and gently continued to move as we both
relaxed. I was still inside of her, inside of my sister,
inside the place I was meant to be.
As I rolled off my sister, Mindy kissed me and told me
that she had wanted that for years. I was her first and
I would be her only. I told her that she would be the
same for me. Then with a mischievous smile, she told me
to rest up a bit because we weren't done for the night.
After a night that didn't involve sleep, we stripped the
bed. Though there was no blood, there were stains all
over. We decided that we would put it in the washing
machine before the others awoke. However, when we got to
the laundry room, we saw Diana putting bloody sheets
into the washing machine herself. She turned to us and
laughing said, "I never thought I'd have something up
there." We started to laugh too.
As college continued, Mindy and I continued to keep our
secret. After we had each graduated, we got an apartment
together. Most of the friends we made along the way
thought we were a couple that had married young, so we
kept the details about our lives vague and ambiguous.
However, after a few years something completely
unexpected happened. One morning after a dinner at a
surprisingly questionable new restaurant, Mindy was
kneeling in front of the toilet throwing up.
It was surprising that she would get food poisoning and
I didn't, since we both tried each other's food. We
figured it would pass though. Then the next day she was
sick again-and then the day after that. She always felt
better by afternoon, so we weren't too concerned. But
after the pattern repeated for a week, I convinced her
that she needed to go to the doctor.
The appointment was in the afternoon, and surprisingly
Mindy didn't call me afterword. So even though my firm
was working on a major project, I told my boss that I
couldn't work late. When I got home, Mindy was at the
kitchen table crying. When asked her what was wrong all
she could tell me was that they had told her that it
would be okay and so we hadn't used protection. She
never said exactly what was going on, but I realized my
sister was pregnant.
We were honest with my sister's obstetrician who told us
that there was a very good chance the twins she was
carrying would have some kind of genetic condition.
However, later in the pregnancy, tests began to come
back negative; it looked like we might be lucky.
However, for Mindy that was only one problem. She was
afraid that eventually people would find out that we
weren't married, but instead were siblings. Luckily,
Bernard came from a powerful political family in our
home state, and was able to convince an uncle to get us
fake birth certificates. Mine had our father's name but
no mother, my sister is had our mothers name but no
father. Our last name was rather common so we didn't
think we have any questions.
Again though, that wasn't enough for my sister. We were
both lapsed Catholics, but my sister decided she wanted
a church wedding. So we found a parish to join and an
old priest who would marry us even though we were living
together. We decided we would lie to the priest about
being related, but during one of our meetings my sister
broke down. During a flood of tears she told him the
entire truth.
She thought she would go to hell if she lied to a
priest. Luckily, the old priest had seen a lot in his
career. He let us know that throughout history the
church had been willing to make exceptions in
extraordinary circumstances. He would talk to the
archbishop. It would probably not come to anything, but
he would try to get one for us.
Two weeks later, we were sitting in the office of the
Archbishop, a stern looking man famous for his
orthodoxy. The old priest was sitting next to us trying
to explain the situation. The Archbishop was looking
over the letter that our priest had sent to him, as well
as copies of our birth certificates-both real and the
fakes.
Finally, he threw himself back in his chair and crossed
his arms and said, "Father Simon, I've always
appreciated your sense of humor, but this time it's too
much. This is not a laughing matter. Marriage is a
sacrament of the Chruch and should not be a joke. Now I
know this gentleman and his lady wish to get married.
And I won't give an exception because none is needed."
Then he sat forward, elbows on his desk and cracked half
a smile continuing, "Well okay, maybe it is a little
funny." It was settled my sister and I were getting
married.
When we all stood up and shook hands the Archbishop said
that if he understood correctly I was an architect. When
I replied that I was, he asked if my firm worked with
historical buildings to which I responded that it was
our specialty. Smiling, he invited me to join him on the
dome.
Apparently there was some work that needed to be done
and he wanted to see if it was something we'd be
interested in. After 10 minutes climbing narrow winding
staircases, he showed me one of the nicest views of the
city I had ever seen. The capital and the Washington
Monument were visible in the background. But what was
most remarkable were the lights of the cars on the
streets below flashing by like the lights in a dance
club.
After pointing out the damage to me, the Archbishop
asked me to look at the building directly across the
street. He asked me if I knew what was there. When I
responded that I didn't he told me that it was an
abortion clinic. Then he pointed up and another street
and told me there was another one up there.
Finally, he sighed and looked at me with the deepest
pain in his eyes. "Seth", he said sadly, "I know that
Mindy is your sister, and the situation is a bit
troubling. However, you and your sister aren't taking
the easy way out. But do you know how many people do?" I
shook my head telling him that I didn't.
Almost desperately he continued, "In this diocese it's
tens if not scores of thousands every year. So many men
and women get into bad situations and don't know how to
get out. For some of them it's because they're afraid of
losing a job or being shunned by their families. But for
most, it's because they don't believe in love. They
don't believe in the strength and the power of love.
"If there's one thing our Lord and Savior taught us it's
that with the power of his love and our love for our
brothers and sisters we can change the world. Remember
that St. Paul said that the last thing that ever exists
will be love. I figured out that everyone was telling
the truth the moment I met you. You and Mindy look too
much alike to not be related. But can you imagine the
scandal if I allowed a brother and sister to get
married? There are now two witnesses to say that I
didn't believe you.
"Then there's you. I wanted to let you know that I know
the truth, but I'm willing to keep a secret. I truly
think that there are too many in this church and too
many in the world, but I'll keep yours. I don't mind if
you tell your sister, but don't tell anyone else. It's
obvious to me how much you love each other, and I am not
going to come between that. I do not believe that God
will judge any of us for this. Love your sister, cherish
your wife. That's all I ask of you. Now let's go back
down to my office so I can write down whom to call about
an estimate for this dome."
***
A month later, Mindy and I were married in a quiet
chapel at the Cathedral. The excuse we used was that
most people thought we were already married and didn't
want to let them know we weren't, but the real reason
was that the Archbishop and I decided that the more
people who knew, the bigger the risk of people finding
out we were siblings.
Father Simon celebrated the wedding and the Archbishop
concelebrated with him. Our parents were there with the
twins. Diana and Bernard stood as maid of honor and best
man. They wore matching tuxedo jackets over their
matching black dresses. Though it put everyone else off
slightly, we thought it was funny.
A few months later I held my sisters hand as she
delivered twin boys. We named Joseph and Simon after the
Archbishop and the priest who married us. In general,
they were healthy. Though it became apparent they had
the same condition the twins had. However, it was easily
treatable by this point, so in the overall grand scheme
of things it wasn't a big deal. Because of the damage
that had been done to Mindy's womb in that fateful
soccer game, the doctors told us of severe risks if she
ever got pregnant again.
Even though things went well this time, the next time
could be deadly. Though we were sad to know that our
family would not get any bigger, we agreed that my
sister should have her tubes tied. We also knew that
next time we not might not be so lucky.
People have told me that in Greek there are over a dozen
words for love. Each has its distinct meaning about
passionate love, or fraternal love-or even sibling love.
Somewhere along the line these got conflated for my
sister and me. I'm not saying it's the right thing for
everybody, or even that it's a good thing at all, but so
far it's been working for us.
We still have to keep things secret, lying even to our
children about why they only have one set of
grandparents. But again, they say you can't help who you
love. And I love my sister more than anybody in the
world.
On the night after our twins' first soccer game, Mindy
came into the bedroom wearing that shimmering purple
nighty and panty combination she wore years ago at the
beach. It didn't fit as well as it did when she was a
19-year-old freshman in college. Her breasts were bigger
and sagged a little from nursing, and though she was
still in great shape her skin was slightly loose with
stretch marks. To me, though, she was even more
beautiful than back then.
Without a word she gently pushed me onto my back and
slipped off my boxers and T-shirt. Then after removing
her panties, she slid between my legs and took me in her
mouth. Gently, she worked me until I was rock hard. When
she stopped, I offered to go down on her, but instead
she wanted to feel me inside of her. I nodded my assent,
and she mounted me slowly sliding down with me inside of
her.
Rocking her hips back and forth, she worked herself to
exhaustion. When she couldn't continue, she got on her
hands and knees and let me take her doggy style, our
favorite position. We finished with me ramming myself in
her and cumming, while she bucked her hips back into me.
After sex we usually liked to savor the moment no matter
what position we were in. As I stayed behind her, Mindy
told me to look at the small of her back. On her skin
was a just healed tattoo that read, "To my loving
brother and the love of my life." She looked back and
told me that the tattoo artist must not have been very
smart. He thought it was a dedication to two people. It
was really a double dedication to me. How could I love
anyone as much as I love my wife, my sister, and my
everything?
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Authors note: I'm not really big into the judging.
However, as someone who was sexually abused by a close
family member (not a brother or sister), I can tell you
that any sexual activity between family members can be
devastating. Seth and Mindy are fictional characters,
and the story is an allegory about how love can come out
of hardship and persist afterward. This is not something
you should try at home.
I also understand from consensual activity with another
family member (the same age as me but not a brother or
sister) that even what seems loving and playful at the
time can lead to confusion later in life. I've dealt
with these things in counseling for the better part of
two decades. Don't let your children (if you have any)
end up in my situation.
If you've been in a situation like Seth and Mindy found
themselves and it has had a good ending, I bless you
with all my heart. If you found yourself in a situation
like me, I hope for the best for you. And most of all if
it's become destructive to you or others, for God's sake
get help. There are counselors and clergy who are more
than willing to help.
And of course, if you're just reading the story for fun,
check out my other work at www.asstr.org/~Secret_DC_Guy.
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life in
any way, shape or form. Anyone tempted to act out any of
the scenarios in this story should seriously consider
seeking professional help.
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