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The two most common questions readers email me about "A Summer of Incest" are:
Is the story true? Would you get your brother to tell his side of the story?
I talked to my brother. He read my story and I have gotten him to write his side of the story. I think he has embellished the truth a little. I still think it was more of a unplanned situation that got out of hand and that what I wrote is what really happened. He used a lot of words I wouldn't have used but I haven't changed anything he wrote. Here is what he wrote. C. J.
Let me start by telling you that what my sister said is true. She left out a lot of details that she was, and still is, too naΓ―ve to really understand about men and particularly teenage boys. She is a smart lady but has the "dumb-blond" syndrome when it comes to common sense and men. I think you will understand the story a little better after I tell you what happened.
Its been ten years since Dad had a new pool built in our backyard. He liked to take an early swim when we were on vacations and I think he had gotten to a point in his life that he wanted to have a little luxury at home and he could afford it.
C. J. is a little modest in her writing but she won the "Miss Teenage Houston" contest when she was 17. She got her build and good looks from my mom who still gets comments from guys today. C. J. is a knockout. She was the head Cheerleader and the girl at school that everyone wanted to date. I would overhear guys at school talking about her cute tits or about her perfect ass. I don't think she ever dated a guy more than twice and she was one of those girls that were "saving themselves" for marriage.
She announced at the dinner table one evening that she was going to work on her tan now that we had a pool. When I got home from school, she was always out there sunbathing. She had these bikinis that looked like her tits were going to slip out at any second. Her tits bounced as she walked.
My sister had already begun getting a tan when one day I came home and looked out the window and there she was with her snow-white tities exposed. I sat down next to the window and watched. Her tits weren't as big as they are now but all of the brown area of her nipples stuck out and above the rest of her boobs. They are about the size of a fifty-cent piece. Her nipples don't stick out like that now but her tits are bigger than they were then. Believe me, she had fine tits then and still does. Anyway, I saw her look at her watch and put her top back on. It was then I realized I needed to try to get home earlier every day so I could see her sunning her boobs.