This is my first brother/sister story. I have completed a draft of another chapter; there are a couple of other chapters incubating in my imagination.
My next posting will be Chapter 2 of Emmy and Her Daddy. To those of you who thought that story seemed incomplete, I hope you, and everyone else, enjoys.
As always, all story characters are eighteen years of age or older.
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I was deboarding at Logan Airport. With my sister headed for college at the end of the summer, Mom and Dad asked me to come home and join the three of them at the lake for the Fourth of July weekend. I'd been set to start at San Francisco's Planning Department on July 1 - I'd just graduated from San Jose State University- but my future boss said I could push the date back a week. My sister had been dispatched to pick me up; I texted her as I got off the airplane.
My sister, seven years my junior, was a dork, a nerd, a pain in the ass. Our age difference had always defined our relationship. We'd never been equals. Most of her life she'd adored me; I was the all-knowing big brother. When she became a teenager, I became the target of an unending barrage of teasing, jokes, and insults. She was even meaner to my girlfriends. I complained, but Mom and Dad said it was Bella's way of showing affection. And, I guess I knew that. For all my complaining, she was my baby-sister. No one, not even my girlfriends, fucked with Bella when I was around.
Bella was also smart, the smartest person I knew. She was headed for Stanford on a full scholarship; I had struggled through San Jose State. On the other hand things that came easily to me, I was athletic, popular, and usually had a hot, or at least semi-hot girlfriend, often evaded my sister.
Thus, I'd been a bit surprised when Mom had told me Bella had a boyfriend. I recalled him, but vaguely and then only because of his sister Shane. Quenton was a year behind Bella in school and, as I remembered, as nerdy as my sister. Shane, on the other hand, was Bella's classmate and even as junior high school student, which was when I last saw her, was a very hot very blonde fox.
My phone rang. It was Bella.
"You got any baggage to fetch."
"No Bella, all carry-on."
"Good, I'll pick you up on the north end of Terminal C. It's the easiest place to pull over. You can tell north from south, can't you?"
"Yes brat."
"Good, they taught you something in college."
"Why didn't you just send a text? Isn't that what all you young-uns do today?"
"Taught you to read too? Most excellent. See you in a minute."
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Bella, in Mom's Dodge Durango, was waiting for me. I threw my bags in the back and crawled onto the seat next to her. Then I did a double-take. Nerd to the core, she had dressed in sweatshirts, long sleeves, and baggy pants, all designed to hide her skinny little body. Now she was wearing a white crop top, decorated with roses and tied at the back, and a long red skirt. She was still skinny, well slim would be a better word, and small breasted, but there was a definite musculature. Her red hair, which she had kept short, fanned out over her back past her shoulder blades. It was brighter, more fiery, than I remembered. Looking at me with her intelligent brown eyes, she noticed me noticing. She put on sunglasses, round frames and fashionable, and pulled away.
"So whatya think?
"Sis, you look great, for a dork I mean."
I wanted to ask what the hell had happened, but couldn't think of how. Bella, helpfully, filled in the blanks.
"I'm sure Mom told you - she told everyone, she couldn't believe I had a boy friend - that I dated Quent Purene this year. He and I are off now, by the way. Well, me and his sister Shane, I sure you remember Shane - all the guys remember Shane - we ended up as friends. She's real smart, not as smart as me, but smart - if you guys didn't have your brains dangling between your legs you'd have noticed. I helped her with a big computer project - she was taking a course at the university - and she gave me a few fashion hints. Even got me to yoga."
Laughing, she made a muscle.
"I'll never be a jock like you - I need to leave room for actual brains - but whatya think, not bad?"
"Sis, you look great."
We headed up Interstate 93 to the family cabin on Newfound Lake. As we talked I was grateful to have an excuse to stare at Bella; there was no need to take surreptitious glances at my suddenly cute sister.
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The family's two bedroom cabin was built by my grandparents. Rustic, it had little in common with the modern behemoths that ringed Newfound Lake. Several hundred yards from the water, it sat amidst several acres of first-growth forest. Growing up it had been a place for the family, when I became a teenager it was a place to bring friends and girlfriends. I lost my virginity at the lake. The land was worth a fortune, but my parents did well and retained the property in the condition Mom inherited it from her parents. It would, we were told, be part of mine and Bella's legacy.
Dad was waiting outside when Bella and I pulled up. I followed him to the kitchen, where Mom was preparing dinner, and recounted recent events. Bella, having already heard it all on the way up, slipped from the room. When dinner was ready Mom asked me to get her. I found her on the side porch, wearing glasses, their frames thick and black, reading Science magazine. This was the sister I remembered.
"Hey nerd, dinner's ready."
"I hope there's plenty of red meat. That is what you Neanderthals prefer, right?"
We ate. Mom and Dad settled on the porch with a bottle of scotch. Bella and I sat with them, but Bella soon grew antsy. Dad noticed. "Why don't you two go for a walk. No need to entertain the old folk."
Bella jumped up, said, "Great idea Dad, let me change," and hurried to the bedroom, reappearing minutes later in sneakers, denim shorts, and a white shirt. She had pulled her red hair back into a pony tail.
Bella and I walked down to the water, then moved up the shoreline. In about a quarter of a mile we came to a spot I knew well. Here, where a small stream emptied into the lake, the water was especially clean. As kids we'd spend hours jumping off the nearby rocks into the lake.
Bella scrambled up the largest boulder, beckoning me to follow, talking all the time.
"Remember this place? We'd come down here. I'd be scared and you'd climb up and tell me it was okay, that you'd take care of me, and I'd follow you" - I reached the top of the rock just as she said these words - "and then you'd...," she shoved me, finishing the sentence as I plummeted towards the lake, "...push me off."
I bobbed to the surface and looked up. Bella was delighted, laughing, having spent who knew how many hours plotting this little piece of revenge.
"Okay squirt, you asked for it." I dog-paddled to the shore and started up the rock. Bella attempted to stop me, but I overpowered her and, my arms wrapped around her, was about to toss her in the lake when she suddenly shifted her weight - she'd gotten stronger. We both went flying into the water.
I popped up to find her swimming away. I grabbed her foot, but she twisted free. Once on the shore she sputtered and tossed her ponytail over her shoulder, laughing in uninhibited glee. "Got you again lunkhead."
I was standing in the water thinking, or at least trying to think, of a retort when, even with the sun close to setting, I noticed that Bella's shirt, soaking wet, clung to her breasts. It was near transparent and she was braless. My sister's breasts were small, round, tilted upward, half-dollar size areolas and, at the moment, very erect nipples. It took me several seconds to process the fact that I was staring at my sister's tits. When I did I jerked my head up, looking into her eyes. Had she noticed me staring at her boobs? Was she aware they were visible?
I focused on my sister's face, not wanting to take a chance my gaze would wander. As I did I was again struck by how well she'd grown up; she was quite pretty. Not a jump-out-at-you, fuck-you-all-night, sex-kitten kind of pretty, more a wholesome-girl-next-door kind of pretty. Her skin was lightly freckled, her face triangular with prominent cheek bones. She had the full family lips and, at the moment, a happy winning smile.
"Well big brother, do you plan to stay in the water all night? Oh, I get it, you're afraid I'll throw you back in. Okay, I promise, I won't. That is, I won't today, tomorrow you're on your own."
Trying to think of a snappy comeback I climbed out and sat next to her. The sun was setting. A cold breeze floated across the lake; Bella shivered. I put my arm around her to keep her warm. The sun disappeared behind the mountains; we were quiet, watching the sky.
We started back to the cabin. When I walked up the porch I extended my hand to her, taking the opportunity to glance at her chest. The girls were no longer visible.
"You two been gone awhile. Have fun?' Mom asked.
"Yes Mom, " Bella answered, "I threw Sam in the water few times, then we watched the sunset."
