Chapter 1
My name is Al Jones. I'm 19 years old and a freshman in college. I run cross country at my local community college so I'm in pretty good shape. Females other than my Mother have told me that I am handsome but I don't really think so. I was a fairly normal guy until recently, but now I'm in love with my sister.
My sister is Gentry Allison Jones, but I always call her Gen. She is 18 years old and a senior in high school. She will be graduating next month and then she'll be starting college in the fall. She'll also be going to the local community college. Gen is 5'2" and weighs about 105 lbs. She has light brown hair and a face that a lot of people would call "mousey." She's not a beauty pageant-type of girl but she's cute like the girl next door. She has a nice figure. Her boobs aren't real big but they always stick out like soldiers standing at attention. They're the kind of boobs that you immediately want to grab just to see if they're really as firm as they look. She's also got nice slender legs that lead to a tight looking, really fine petite ass.
When we were kids, our parents weren't very worried about nudity around the house. Gen and I took baths together until I was 9 years old. I never thought much about it. Her chest looked just like mine. I remember thinking that she was missing a part below the waist until Mom explained that girls were made different than boys. It was just that simple and I never thought about it anymore. I saw my Mom and Dad naked on occasions, when I was in their bedroom for some reason, but they didn't walk around the house naked very often.
My family was poor. Dad worked at a company that sold air conditioner parts but Mom was a stay-at-home mother. Dad didn't want her to work. When we were little, he thought having her at home with us was more important than having a second income. We lived in a house that we rented and it only had 2 bedrooms, so Gen and I shared a bedroom.
Gen and I each had a single bed on opposite sides of the bedroom. The bedroom wasn't too small but, still, it was only one room. There wasn't much privacy for us but we had always shared a bedroom so we didn't know anything about privacy.
Sometimes I would go into the bathroom to change my clothes and sometimes Gen would change her clothes in the bathroom, but usually we just changed in our bedroom. If Gen was in the bedroom and I needed to change my clothes, I didn't think twice about stripping off my clothes and changing. Sometimes she would be looking at me while I was changing, not staring but just looking at me while we carried on a conversation. Sometimes I was in the room talking and looking at her while she changed. It really wasn't a big deal when we were little.
Most brothers and sisters fight and have silly little arguments and try to avoid spending time with each other. Gen and I weren't like that. We couldn't be, because we shared a bedroom and we had to spend time together every day. And because we did spend time together, we were like best friends.
When I was 12 and Gen was 11, I kissed a girl for the first time. I couldn't wait to get home to tell Gen all about it. If I had told my friends, like Rick, he would have laughed and teased me and called me dopey or something. Who needs that? When I told Gen, she was excited about it.
"So, who was it?" she asked.
"Shelley. I hope you're not mad that I kissed your friend, but I've been wanting to kiss a girl, and she let me do it, so I did it," I explained
"Why should I be mad? Besides, now I can ask her how good of a kisser you are." She had already seen an angle that put her in a better position to share this experience with me. "So, you think she's cute?"
"Yeah, I guess so, or I wouldn't have kissed her." I thought it was a funny question to ask. "Do you think I'd be kissing an ugly girl?" I laughed.
"Well, uh, I mean, uh, do you think she's cuter than me?" Gen suddenly had a kind of serious look on her face.
"No, stupid," I exclaimed. "Why do you say so many dopey things?"
"Well, no boy's ever tried to kiss me and I was just wondering if it was because I'm ugly," Gen said in a pathetic voice.
Holy cow, I thought. Girls can be so dopey. "Well, Shelley is starting to have boobs 'cause you can see 'em sticking out in her shirt, but you don't have any boobs yet, at least not the last time I looked. You'll probably have big boobs when you get older and you'll have to use a wheelbarrow to carry 'em around and all the guys will want to kiss you," I laughed as I said this. I could see that my comment had the desired effect as she smiled.
"Did you stick your tongue in her mouth? I'll bet you did because you're disgusting," she said with some slight disdain.
"Of course I stuck my tongue in her mouth. You're supposed to," I explained very matter-of-factly. "And, it wasn't disgusting. And, she stuck her tongue in my mouth, too. Once you do it, you'll see that it ain't so bad."
"Well, that'll probably be when I'm a hundred years old," Gen said as if she really believed it. "If nobody kisses me in the next year, will you show me what it's like?" she asked in the same voice usually reserved for can-you-pass-the-ketchup-please.
"Yeah, sure," I said. Did I mention how dopey girls can be at age 11?
Soon after that, we moved into another rental house that had three bedrooms, and Gen and I started sleeping and getting dressed in separate bedrooms, but when we were awake, usually either I was in her bedroom or she was in mine.
Chapter 2
About four months before I graduated from high school, Mom and Dad announced that Mom was going to start working and we were finally going to move into a house of our own. The best part was that we would have a pool in the backyard.
We moved into the new house in February. When school ended in May, I was 19 and Gen was 18. Sometimes having overprotective parents is an advantage, because they didn't want either of us to get a summer job. Cool, I thought. I'll have the whole summer to hang by the pool and play video games and do nothing.
When we started our summer vacation, it was a bit strange. In reality, this was long overdue, but this was the first time that Mom and Dad had trusted us to be alone at home for this long. Of course, they had a bunch of overly protective rules, like no friends in the house during the day and no cooking other than the microwave. We didn't care about the rules because we had a pool and we were excited about being left alone.
The first day of summer vacation arrived and both Mom and Dad went off to their jobs. Mom had a job as a receptionist at a doctor's office on the other side of town. When she left, Gen and I finally knew that we were alone and on our own for the day.
About 11:00 a.m., Gen came in to the family room wearing a bikini. She had boobs for sure, not humongous bazongas, but boobs the size of an orange. I thought they were just the right size. Jeez, it sounds kind of stupid to say it, but she looked sort of cute in her bikini.
She said that she was going out to the pool. I didn't have anything else to do. I put on my swim suit and joined her.
When I got to the pool, Gen was on a lounge chair laying on her stomach. At age 18, she was all female. She had her bikini top untied and the straps were hanging down off the chair.
She had arranged another lounge chair next to hers, placed in the fully reclined position. I spread out my towel, assumed the position, and immediately began a conversation.
"Why you got your top untied?" I asked.
"So I won't get tan lines," she replied as if I should already understand this.
"What's it matter?" I retorted. It seemed like a logical response to me.
"You're a boy and you just don't understand," she said, fully self-satisfied that she had put me in my place.