This is a story of a brother and his sister, a love story, more a romance than anything else. But it also chronicles a graphically sexual incestuous relationship. If this subject bothers you please don't read any farther.
About 10,000 words long, the story is recounted mainly through conversations between Allison and her brother Will over a four week period as Allison recovers from a severe leg injury. I hope you enjoy it.
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Thursday, July 13th 2005
"Billy...your sister's hurt honey," were Mom's first words when I picked up the phone.
"What's wrong? What happened?" I demanded, the hard-on throbbing in my hand completely forgotten.
"She fell...broke her leg, and her ankle...she just called from the hospital."
"So she's okay...crikee, I thought for a second you meant...hell, what'd she say?"
"She was doped up...she didn't make a lot of sense...I've just left work...I'll call"
"Can I help...I can come with you," I interrupted.
"I'm calling from the car ...I'm already on I-65 honey, I'll be in West Lafayette in ninety minutes. I'll call you as soon as I'm there," she promised as she hung up.
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Putting the phone down in its cradle, my other hand still absentmindedly stroking myself, I was stunned at how hard mom's first words had hit me.
She's just a little bitch, why should I care, I thought momentarily.
Yeah right, except you were jacking off to a picture of her when the phone rang you asshole, the other side of my brain answered. Like she's the most perfect, sexiest, nicest girl in this world. Allie, sweet Allie, I moaned silently as my hand starting pumping my fat cock...
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Allison Mae Shepherd, actually Jones now since she'd married that loser just before New Years, twenty-two, just graduated with an engineering degree from Purdue, funny, cute, intelligent...fuck, I could go on and on...anyway, she was fated at birth to be the love of my life...the person who'd been destined to be my wife...the mother of my children...the...
Except that I just happened to be her brother.
That, at eighteen, I was four years younger than her.
That she was married to someone else.
That we hadn't said twenty kind words to each other in four years...
Most people would probably blame our estrangement on the afternoon four years ago when she'd arrived home unexpectedly and found me sitting on her bed with one of her bras around my neck while I was stroking myself with a pair of her favorite panties.
She hadn't been pleased! To say the least! Her shrieks had brought mom running, and then in the following hours and days, had told her girlfriends, the neighbors, my friends, our pastor, etc., etc., all about it, and each time she recounted it she embellished the tale. It hadn't been a particularly fun time for yours truly.
But that incident had just been the culmination of a long period of our growing apart. When she had grown older, when finally at twelve or thirteen her thoughts and interests had turned to make-up and boys and clothes and telephone conversations, she had found a younger brother trailing after her like a puppy increasingly irritating.
I didn't understand of course. Couldn't figure out why Allie didn't want to spend all her free time with me. Didn't understand why she'd snap at me for no reason.
I know now I must have been a horrid pest and that Allie had probably tried to be pretty gentle with her annoying brother. Her reaction to my exploring of her panty drawer was simply an explosion long coming.
Still it pissed me off royally and due to our respective stubbornness we'd never been able to capture the friendship and love of our youth after that day. She teased me for the balance of her senior year, never letting me forget the humiliation of that afternoon, often advising her friends when they were in our house to watch out for my little 'perv brother'.
And during her four years at Purdue, her short visits home never seemed to give us enough time to get to know each other again, to mend the wounds. I never stopped dreaming about her though, never could stop remembering the promise she'd made for the first time when I was maybe five and then was repeated countless times over the next three or four years: "Will, when you grow up I'll marry you and be your wife."
"You promise?" I'd always demanded in my little boy's voice.
"If you're good," she'd always answer and then give me a wet kiss on my cheek.
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"She's going to be okay honey."
"Mom?" I asked as I held the phone to my ear.
"They operated...I saw the doctor...they've put in a metal plate...screws...she's in a cast..."
"What happened? How'd she break it? What'd she say? Will she be able to walk?"
"I just saw her for a minute...she's still groggy...has to sleep. I'll stay here for the weekend. Make sure that she's okay...you'll have to help Billy."
"What can I do? What do you need?"
"Allie won't be able to put any weight on the foot for at least twenty days...someone will have to"
"Doesn't she have a cast on it" I interrupted.
"Not a walking cast. An almost full-leg cast. You're going to have to come down here and take care of her."
"But"
"I've got work honey...I have to be back Monday."
"Can't we bring her home?"
"No, her doctor, everything is here."
"You want me to come down there and take care of her...alone...for three weeks?" I sputtered.
"I know you two aren't exactly best friends these days Billy....but she is your sister, and Johnnies away...you havvvve to help her," she said in a voice that brooked my argument.
Even if I had absolutely hated my sister I would have gone. I simply owed everything to my mom and couldn't refuse any request from the woman who'd raised Allie and I alone, a woman who'd slaved away to make a loving home for us after our father had died when I was three.
"When do you want me there?"
"She's going to be released Saturday, why don't you drive down Sunday morning and we'll spend the day together before I leave."
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Johnny, Allie's numbskull husband, a nerdy, civil engineer who'd graduated from Purdue a year ago, was now in Iraq; part of a National Guard team helping to reconstruct the country even while the local assholes were continuing to blow it up.
Sis had married him at Christmas, a wedding rushed forward when an awestruck Johnny had received his call-up notice.
"I never thought I'd have to fight," he'd told me in the days before the wedding.
"Fuck, why do you think they've been training you, giving you money, you idiot," I'd responded, completely unsympathetic to this geek who was stealing my beautiful sister.
"I'm not a very good shot," he'd added in a whining tone.
"Better learn quick," I'd advised him, almost sick as I imagined his pale body on top of Allie's, his little prick penetrating the woman meant only for me.
Sunday, July 16th
As I drove down to West Lafayette that warm summer day, on the one hand pissed off my summer was going to be ruined, I also couldn't help but be excited by this unexpected opportunity that had suddenly presented itself.
According to mom, I'd have Allie to myself for a good three weeks. Could I finally succeed, I wondered as I approached her condo, my penis twitching and lengthening at the thought.
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"Honey, you're here," mom said as she greeted me with a hug and a quick kiss on the cheek.
"Hi mom."
"Well, c'mon in. Go see your sister," she instructed as she pushed me towards Allie's bedroom.
"Hi Allie."
"You came," she responded in a semi belligerent tone.
"A chance to help my wonderful sister. I flew here."
