My parents died in an airplane crash. I 'm fifteen and my brother is seventeen. I'm John, he's Tom. The problems are huge. Emotionally, I think I may feel abandoned forever. I really miss them. But the practical problems take up almost all our time for a while. Maybe it's just as well. Makes us think of other things. That is, what do we eat? Where do we live?
It turns out that there is a fairly large amount of insurance money. My grandmother, my father's mother, has to get appointed our guardian by the court. We could live with her but she doesn't live anywhere near where we do. Or, I should say, we used to live. Our home had a mortgage, a big mortgage. With our parents dead there's no way we could handle that. So she arranged to sell it. But we want to stay here, where we go to school and know people. Grandma finds a place for us to stay. It's a Bed & Breakfast place but for us, it's essentially a boarding house.
Somehow this lady, who has a daughter, has this huge old house. I think her husband died but I don't really know. She has six bedrooms that she can rent out. So we move there.
The daughter. Her name is Diane. She's a year older than me and a year younger than Tom. When we first arrive I'm introduced to her. It's like I'm gobsmacked or something. Sex. Lust. It all hits me at once. She is absolutely the sexiest thing I've ever seen. I mean I've talked a lot with my friends at school about sex but none of us really know anything about it. So I've never come close to this feeling before. I want her. I have no idea what to do about it but I just know that sex and her go together. She just grins at me, her eyes sparkle a little, and I feel as if she can read my mind. Then I realize I've got a boner. She can probably see it. Does Tom see it or her Mom? They don't react at all so I hope not. I think I handle it o.k. and say something inane and then we're gone to our rooms.
My brother has one room and I have another. We have breakfast there and usually dinner. Lunch is at school mostly. Grandma pays for us out of the insurance money. She's told me that if I want to go to college, my share of the money should pay my way. I probably will need to go to a state school that costs less. But whatever, at 21 we each get our share of the money. My brother has decided that when he finishes high school he's getting a job and when he's 21 he'll take his share and use it to start a business. A garage I imagine, something about working on cars.
I plan on going to college, become a teacher. Meantime, I've got a job delivering papers. I get up very early and on my bike deliver papers in our end of town. When I'm done I come back to where I live and have breakfast and then go to school. It gives me some money of my own to spend as I want.
At the B&B we're the permanents. The other rooms usually rent for just a night or two to men on business trips, tourists, and sometimes if construction is going on some others move in more permanent, too.
As I learn, Diane helps her Mom. She changes sheets and towels and helps in the kitchen but mostly she goes to the same school as my brother and me. I try and spend as much time with her as I can. Help her when I can, just be nice to her. When we talk she likes to be close, often actually touching. And she likes to touch me, put her hand on my arm as we talk. Sometimes we sit next to one another and watch TV in the evening.
Meanwhile, I jerk off regularly thinking about her. I look up everything sexy on my computer and try to learn what I should do with her if I ever get the chance. She remains pure sex in my mind. She's built really good, nice breasts, firm butt that sits up sort of high. Lovely, shapely legs. Dark hair and dark eyes on what's probably more a cute face than a beautiful one. As several years go by she becomes built even better if that's possible. She plays soccer for the school so her legs stay shapely and strong. I think her breasts actually get even larger.
She's sort of a serious person. Not giddy and smiley like some girls. At school I see groups of girls moving around together, talking. But Diane is never part of that. She's alone usually. I see her talking to a boy sometimes. Even my brother Tom. She does with them like she does with me and stands close and talks and seems more smiley and happy. She dates some. I know that she goes out some evenings, usually just weekends.
My brother graduates and is working. As a mechanic, which I knew would be what he wanted to do. He's making money but is still living here. Diane graduates. She gets a job as a waitress, which is pretty much part time. She still lives here and helps her mother.
I turn eighteen. Mrs. Riley, Diane's mother, bakes me a cake. I blow out the candles at dinner and it's almost like a little party. Afterwards, Tom goes out. Mrs. Riley is back in the kitchen. I go into the living room to watch TV. I'm sitting on the couch and Diane comes in, she comes over and sits next to me. Close to me. This isn't completely new, we've often sat here and watched TV.
"Happy birthday, Johnny" she says.
"Thanks."
"Are you going to do anything special for your birthday?"
"No, I don't think so. Don't know of anything special."
She does something that amazes me. She moves around, sort of straddles me and sits on my lap, facing me, and leans in to kiss me. I kiss her back, put my arms around her and hold her close. "I have a birthday present for you," she says. "We need to go up to your room."
