This is a story about a girl named Anne, and a guy named Gregg. Gregg and Anne became step-siblings at age 9, when Anne's father Tom married Gregg's mother Alice, who she met in England. Right after they married Tom moved from England to the states. Over those years, Gregg and Anne had become very close. He helped her assimilate to the American culture, and introduced her to all of her friends at school. They could tell each other almost anything. When they were younger, Anne and Gregg would spend countless hours sharing their thoughts and experiences, through long talks. Anne was only about three weeks older than Gregg, so they shared most of their schooling experiences. It wasn't until high school that Gregg and Anne started growing apart. They were much too busy with the trivial problems of your average teenager to spend much time together. Although their talks waned in the years, they always remained friends.
After they graduated, they lived at home together, each taking on a job, and a few classes at the local learning establishments. The house was on a small suburban lot. Not much for a yard, but it had a nice swimming pool. Gregg never did much swimming though, not around Anne anyway. He was always self-conscious about his body. He wasn't fat, but he didn't have six pack abs either. He was a little hairy too. Hair on his stomach and on his legs too. He wasn't sure what she thought of him, but he knew how he felt about her.
Anne was quite beautiful. Not terribly tall, she was about 5'4". She had beautiful dark brown, almost black hair, which barely touched her shoulders. She was thin, about 110 lbs or so. She was thin, but not skinny. When she walked around in her bathing suit, Gregg couldn't help but notice her belly. It was smooth and round, and stuck out just past her bikini. She looked healthy with that belly, healthy and beautiful. Her butt was tight, and luscious, and her legs were long. Her skin was fair and white, and seemed to change shade as she moved past you. She had a very small diastema between her front teeth, which is why you would almost never see her smile. She was very self conscious about it, but Gregg just though it made her more beautiful. She had small breasts too, and because of that, she almost never wore a bra. But by far, the most memorable thing about her was her eyes.
They were large, and black, and so wide. Her eyes were that of a goddess. Slanted slightly and bright, she exploited her eyes with a little eye liner. Each eye was decorated with long beautiful lashes, and a long thin eyebrow above each one. Between her eyes was her cute little nose. It was small and always turned up a bit, enough to make her look quite posh. Beneath her nose were two full red lips. Gregg would always watch her lips and eyes as she talked, and would always let her talk to excess.
Recently, with the approach of the summer months, she had begun to wear very short cutoff jeans. Gregg adored the way her butt moved as she strolled. Her milky white legs, where never stubble sprouted, were showcased beautifully in this style. It was no wonder she could get any guy she wanted. She was shy however, and had only a few boyfriends in school. Recently she had been dating a tall bloke named Brian. It wasn't meant to last.
One summer day, Gregg got back from his job stacking boxes at a local foodery. He noticed both parents had disappeared to their respective burdens, but Anne's car was parked on the street.
Gregg walked through the door parched, so he opened the fridge, and poured a glass of water. He grabbed some ice, and then headed for the living room. There was Anne sitting on the couch watching television. Gregg took a seat on the recliner, and glanced at Anne. There was a tissue in one hand, a cell phone in the other, and her eyes were moist and red. The eyeliner that accented her eyes so well had run, and been wiped under her eyes.
"What's wrong?" Gregg said with a hint of alarm in his voice.
"Nothing, don't worry about it." She said, trying to hide her distress. After a decade of live in America, Anne's accent had faded quite a bit, but it was still detectable.
Gregg took a long drink of water, and stood up. He walked over to the couch, and sat down next to her. He grabbed the remote, and muted the TV. He looked at the cell phone in her left hand, "What happened?" he said "Is it you and Brian?" She rubbed her eyes and nodded. Gregg put his arm around her, and said, "Let's talk about it, you know, like we used to."
He then stood her up, and led her upstairs to her room where she would be more comfortable. "When did it happen?" Gregg asked, "Did he break up with you."
"No I broke up with him a few minutes ago, before you got home," She sobbed, "because I found out today that he was cheating."
Gregg held her tight, and consoled her. "Any man who would cheat on you is mad" he said, "he was kind of a jerk anyway." Gregg hated to see her cry. He was doing all he could to get her to stop.
"I know," she said regaining herself, "but I feel so betrayed, he said it's because I don't put out."
Gregg was shocked at how much she was willing to reveal to him. He was even more shocked at how innocent she was. She and Brian had been dating for a month, and they had never had sex. "That's okay," he said, "you're not like those other girls, you're better than that."
Gregg held her for a while, stroking her back, and her hair, and listening to her breathe. After a while she pulled back and looked directly into his eyes, and he realized he could have kissed her. He decided not to take advantage of her emotional state, so he pulled her close, and kissed the top of her head. He then joked, "Besides, he probably has herpes now anyway."
She laughed. He was glad to see her laugh. She said "you always make me feel better." They sat on the bed and hugged for a while.
Gregg held her close, and then he pulled loose for another look at her face. Most of the tears had gone, so he leaned in, and kissed her forehead. After that he felt a little awkward, so he stood up and said, "C'mon, it's a hot day, let's go swim."
Anne stood up, and wiped the last of her tears away, with a smirk on her face, and said with new energy "all right! I'll meet you down there."
Gregg bounded down the hall, and into his room. He slipped on his shorts, and grabbed a towel. He checked the mirror before he left. He had been working out, and was eager to receive compliments from Anne. He wanted to get to the pool before Anne, so he skipped every other step as he descended the stairs.
When Anne came down, Gregg had his legs in the water he was sitting on the rim of the pool. 'There she is' he thought, as he gazed at her. She was wearing a tiny black with white polka dot bikini. The top tied in the back, and the bottom tied on each side. He had always wondered how girls put those things on. This is more skin than he would usually see, because she was so shy. She was carrying a towel, and a bottle of lotion. Gregg could not take his eyes from her. She dropped the towel on a chair at the other side of the pool, and put her arms behind her head. She had a band around her wrist which she used to tie up her hair so it wouldn't get wet. She noticed his lingering eyes, and said, "What?!"
"Nothing" he replied. He noticed the swelling going on in his shorts and decided to wade in the water. He waded over to her side of the pool and asked "Would you please put some on my neck?"
"Huh?" she looked confused.
"The lotion," he said, "My neck and shoulders are the only part that burn."
"Oh, okay," she raised her finger and beckoned him, "come here, I need you to get my back too, I burn really easily."
Gregg moved to the edge of the pool, and lifted himself out with his arms. Unfortunately for him, Anne wasn't paying any attention, and therefore didn't issue any compliments. He shook the water off of his legs, and sat in front of her facing away. She poured the lotion in her hand and smeared it across his shoulders. "You have really nice shoulders." she said, as she worked the lotion in with both hands, massaging his muscles. Her petite hands couldn't fit around his shoulders.
That compliment about made Gregg's week. He loved compliments from girls. He chuckled and said "Thanks".
She then slapped him on the back, ushering him to get up. She then laid down on the chair, and began applying the lotion to every inch of her body. Gregg wasn't sure he could stand it, so he started to walk away. "Hold on!" he heard her shout, "I still need you to do my back."
"Oh, right" he said nervously. In his head he heard the voices of friends saying things like 'she's your sister dude!', and they were right, this was socially unacceptable.
