As a long term fanatic about brother sister love, I have enjoyed many stories on Literotica (I never had a sister, darn it!). I felt I owed the genre something, so penned this, my initial foray into fiction. This IS fiction, totally the product of my fertile, albeit twisted, imagination. No people were injured in the compilation of this tale, only a few senseless laws, mores, and morals. Please enjoy! Oh, and all characters are at least 18 years of age.
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My sister, Julie, had left me a voice mail on my cell.
"Oh god, Jim! Please come home as soon as you can! I have terrible news!"
Even knowing my sister's tendency to be melodramatic, the urgency in her voice goaded me to do just that. I stowed my tools at the garage where I repair autos, and headed for my truck.
As I drove home, I reflected on the way our lives had changed. Over the past three months, we had found we were deeply in love with each other, then became lovers, working around the obstacles and our parents' schedules. Julie was a worrier, always fearing discovery or some other calamity that might ruin our lives. Mine was a more cavalier attitude; what will be will be. I was all for opening our hearts to our parents. Julie feared it would be our destruction.
As I drove up to the house, I noticed neither of our parents' cars was there. Good, we would have a bit of privacy. I walked in the door to hear loud sobbing coming from the family room. Julie was curled into a fetus position on the couch, crying out her eyes. I knelt and took her into my arms.
She cried out, "Oh my god, Jim, oh my god! What will we do? Such a tragedy!"
I squeezed her to me and offered comfort.
"Can you talk?" I inquired.
She sobbed more slowly and nodded to the affirmative.
"Tell you what, Darling, let's go to the park in case the parental units come home early".
She wheezed "Okay".
I led her to my truck. We drove the three miles in silence, though she had settled down quite a bit. She was curled up next to the door, staring at the floor. Whatever the news, she was more than a little frightened.
I parked and led her to a round concrete table with concrete seats. We sat, my arm around her. I let her start whenever she was ready. Finally, she looked up at me with reddest, teariest eyes I had ever seen.
She gulped and shook. Damn, I thought, she was really strung out. Finally, she seemed to relax a bit and spoke.
"Honey, I might be wrong, but I missed my period two weeks ago! I think ... I think ..." she drew a deep sob.
I finished for her, "... that you might be pregnant?"
"Oh god yes, what ever will we do? What will we tell Mom and Dad?"
I folded her more tightly into my arms and stroked her back. Light sobs again wracked her body. I thought a bit, then began.
"Well, my Darling Sister, I think we both realized this could happen, even though we took precautions. Let's think about this. We aren't yet sure you ARE pregnant, so let's confirm it before we plan too far ahead. If tests prove you, excuse me, WE are pregnant, then we will make the necessary plans. We'll make arrangements with an ob/gyn, have you checked thoroughly, then tell the folks."
"OH MY GOD!!" she shrieked, "That will kill them, maybe after they kill us!"
Her face reflected genuine fear. I stroked her gently.
"I think" I began, "That they will be more accepting than you think! Mom, especially, has been acting differently since we began our love affair. She might suspect something already!"
Julie was silent for a few minutes, then looked up at me.
"Do you really believe that?" I smiled,
"I believe that we have no great worries over this! We'll present them with the news in a quiet atmosphere, after we have eaten, and lay out our plans before they can react! IF we are pregnant!"
She again thought for a bit, then sat up. She wiped her eyes on some tissues she drew from her dress pocket.
"As usual, my organized, steady, devoted brother has the answers...I think!"
I pulled her to me and kissed her lovely lips fondly, lovingly. She was much steadier now, and we talked of our plans.
Let me alert you to some information about Julie and me. She is 18, just about to graduate high school. She has been a bit shy, having only a few friends, and even fewer dates. Her big things are reading and clarinet, which she played in the school orchestra, and in the local symphony orchestra. She is not a dazzling female, but I have always been in awe of her intelligence, curiosity, and great ability to really care about people and her surroundings. She is 5' 4", weighs about 110, medium length dark hair, beautiful complexion, all over I now know! Her face is not model/actress quality, but I feel she is beautiful. I have always loved to gaze upon it, and watch her many expressions.
I am an auto mechanic, as I stated, working in a garage owned by a very good friend of our father. I studied auto repair in high school, then in a vocational college, gaining an associate degree. I earned pretty good money, and had a knack for saving quite a bit. I am not a stud, far from it. I stand 6' 1', weigh about 170, and have average features. I am three years older than Julie at 21. Girls did not hit on me in school, or anywhere else. I was almost as shy as my sister, so also had few dates. In fact, we were both virgins when our affair began.
Which leads me to that event that changed our lives. Julie and I were very dear to each other all our lives, and felt very close. We had our squabbles, but they never lasted. Our parents felt blessed to not have many fights to referee, but that closeness was now coming back to haunt them, and us. I came home from work one day to find Julie in the kitchen fixing our dinner.
"Hey you! When did you become the mother?"
She smiled at me demurely.
"Would you want me to be?"
I stood in quiet confusion, then went to clean up. She had fixed a really enjoyable casserole, not usually high on my list, but this one was great. After, I sat back and complimented her.
"That was really good, sister of mine! You would make a great wife!"
That smile again.
"Would you like me to be the wife?"
Again, I was confused. Where was all this leading? What had happened to my shy sibling? In addition, my mind was beginning to function.
I decided to deflect the conversation.
"Hey, where are Mom and Dad?" She was still smiling.
"They went to Aunt Trish's to help with her lawn. Said they would return late! Guess we'll just have to entertain each other this evening!"
My mind was becoming quite addled. She rose.
"I'll clean up while you read the paper, watch news, whatever".
With no retort, I went to the family room and turned on the TV. I was sitting in thought, having no idea what was on, when she sat down next to me, pressing her thigh to mine. She chuckled.
"I had no idea you were into Sponge Bob Square Pants!"
I looked up to see this yellow sponge acting like a cartoon character. I mumbled.
"Must be a second childhood!"
She giggled. I then looked at her and asked what was going on with the comments. She smiled a bit, then replied.
