I sat bolt upright as the whole house seemed to shake as the front door was slammed shut. I’d been in on my own watching TV all evening. Dad was away on business for another four or five days, and Mum had taken the opportunity to visit her sister for a few days. My twin sister, Annie, was out with her boyfriend, Jake – or she had been until a few moments ago.
As I sat up, I heard Annie running upstairs. I heard her bedroom door being slammed, before Annie threw herself onto her bed. The stillness of the house was then broken by the loud sobs that were racking her body.
“More boy trouble,” I thought automatically.
As I listened to her, I thought about my sister. In her nineteen years, Annie seemed to have had more than her fair share of trouble with boyfriends, although I had thought that Jake seemed to be decent enough. Perhaps I was wrong.
Annie is different to me. She always seemed to be looking for “the one”, the boy who would sweep her off her feet, the one she could fall in love with. I think that this had led to so much heartache for her. Me? I’m more the “love them and leave them” type – or so I thought. Deep down, I knew that I wanted the same as Annie – but I just wanted some fun first.
After fifteen minutes or so, Annie’s sobbing hadn’t got any quieter – if anything, it was getting louder. I decided to go up to her. We had always been pretty close, and talked about most things, so perhaps I could help.
I tapped gently on her bedroom door. There was no answer, but I could still hear Annie, so I went in. She was lying on the bed, her face buried in her arms. I went across to her, stopping at the side of the bed.
“Annie,” I spoke softly, “Are you okay Sweetheart?” I leant over and gently rubbed her arm as I spoke.
She looked up. Her normally beautiful face was blotchy, her cheeks tear stained, her eyes red. She reached out to me. I sat down on the edge of the bed, taking her into my arms. As she held me tight, I was acutely aware of her warm body against me. She buried her head in my chest, her tears quickly wetting the front of my tee shirt. I stroked her hair and back, trying to calm her down, to soothe her.
I gently kissed the top of her head, relieved that at last she seemed calmer, her sobs subsiding. She seemed totally unaware of how tight she was holding me, but I could feel her finger nails digging into me. And her breasts hard against me. As I continued to stroke her back, I thought how smooth she felt. And then realised somewhat guiltily that she didn’t have a bra on. This, and the warmth of her body, and of her breasts against me, was starting to have an effect on me.
I cursed under my breath as I felt my cock starting to react to her closeness, to her warmth, to her body. I wriggled a little to get more comfortable, to try and hide what was happening, but Annie clung onto me. I tried to relax, to think how I could help Annie, rather than anything else.
Annie was quiet now, only the sound of her laboured breathing filling the room. I gave her a few minutes to calm down a bit more before asking again if she was okay. It seemed a stupid question, but I didn’t really know what else to say. There was no answer.
“Do you want to talk about it?” I asked.
Still no reply.
“Is it Jake?”
That brought a reaction – Annie started sobbing again, her nails digging into me as she clung onto me more tightly than ever. In a way, I wasn’t really surprised – but I was by what came next.
I asked her if there was anything I could do to help. Annie stopped crying, and wiped her face on her sleeve. She half looked up at me, her face partially hidden by her arm. She had a strange look on her face, as if she was making her mind up about something, or couldn’t quite decide what to say.
“What is it?” I asked.
She started to speak, but then stopped. Her voice was muffled by her arm, so I couldn’t really make out what she was saying. I waited, now sensing that she would tell me what was up in her own time. And then it all came tumbling out. And as I sat listening, with Annie in my arms, I couldn’t believe what I was hearing.
The problem was Jake. No, that was a little unfair. The problem, if that’s the right word to use, was really Annie. It seemed that Annie was scared of making a fool of herself. Jake and she were really close, and their relationship was developing as you might expect. But Annie was scared to take matters further.
”I want to,” she sobbed, “I love his hands on me, his lips on me. But I don’t know what to do next. I’m still a virgin.”
I stared down at her. Her eyes were wide open, looking up at me. I hadn’t thought about things like that really. I suppose I’d always assumed that Annie was having some fun, the same as I was. Not as much perhaps, but still some. She looked down again.
“And I’ve never touched a man before,” she whispered, clinging to me, sobbing again.
I didn’t speak. I didn’t really know what to say.
“I want to,” she told me, “With Jake. I love him, but I’m scared. I’m scared of what he’ll think, that I’ll do it all wrong, that I won’t know what to do.”
All this came tumbling out in one breathless, jumbled mass of words. She stared up at me again, and then looked away as her face reddened.
“Speak to him,” I told her, thinking that he’d probably be thrilled at the thought of starting afresh with Annie. After all, my sister was a very sexy young lady.
At that thought, I became conscious again of Annie’s warm body against me, of her breasts, of her head now resting in my lap. My cock stretched, beginning to harden, but Annie didn’t seem to have noticed. I tried to move slightly, but Annie held me tight. She looked up at me again, her face so beautiful despite her tears. She had that odd look on her face again, as if she wanted to say something but couldn’t. She mumbled something, looking back down. And then she looked up again.
