Oliver and Elizabeth Faber were 3 years apart and had been practically inseparable as children. They'd had countless adventures together in the woods beyond their small farm, frolicking in the stream that coursed through the forest. Out of the adoration they'd had for each other came their nicknames, Oli and Bit. When Elizabeth was 9, and Oliver 12, they had built a makeshift fort out of spare wood and brush collected from the clearing. The fort was located just off of Elizabeth's favorite riding path, hidden from view by a few large trees. The siblings had returned to the fort to play almost every day for three years, up until the time that Oliver turned 15. That was when things began to change between them.
Oliver began to drift apart from his sister when 15. He was a freshman in high school, and suddenly too cool to play with his little sister all the time. He spent more time doing chores on the farm, lifting heavy feed bags and fixing up the old pickup behind the barn. He hit a growth spurt and lost the residual baby fat he'd carried as a preteen, and suddenly the girls in school had started to notice him and his tall, muscular build. Over the next few years, he'd accumulated a group of boisterous friends, and a girlfriend, Becky, who occupied all his time. The drift between Oli and Bit gradually widened, until they had seemingly lost that special bond.
One afternoon, shortly after Bit had turned 18 and was busy filling out college applications, she decided to take a break and venture into the woods, for old time sake. Her mare, Tinka, was too ornery to be ridden that day, so she walked the familiar path alone. She sang softly to herself as she made her way deeper into the forest, thinking back to all the times that she'd made this journey alongside her brother. Where is Oli? she wondered. He and Becky had arrived at the house after school, just after Bit, and disappeared shortly thereafter. Ever since Oli had turned 21, he'd spent all his time with Lauren, a girl he'd met at college. Elizabeth's thoughts strayed to Billy, one of Oliver's friends from school. He, like Oliver, was in the his senior year of college, and came by the house periodically during holidays. Oliver and his friends never paid much attention to Elizabeth, but once, Billy had brushed against her in the hallway leading to the bathroom, and glanced back at her, a strange look on his face. Then he blushed and ducked into the bathroom. That had been weeks ago, but since then, he'd been on Elizabeth's mind. She wondered what it might be like to kiss him, and if he too had a girlfriend like her older brother. Innocent as they were, young and nieve Elizabeth guarded her thoughts from her brother, only writing them in her journal.
Elizabeth looked up, smiling. She had happened upon the turnoff for the fort. She turned and made her way toward the clearing, feeling nostalgic for her childhood afternoons spent in the fort. She was only a few feet away when she heard it. A human sound, a moan- from the fort? Had someone else discovered it? She stood completely still for a moment, unable to decide whether or not to go inside and see what was going on. She decided she ought to; the fort was her property anyway. She crept quietly toward it, and ducked inside the low doorway. She gasped at what she saw. Oliver lay on his back, his shirt off and his pants around his ankles. Becky also was topless and had her skirt bunched around her waist. She sat atop Oliver, her hands on his chest, the two of them writhing and groaning strangely. When Elizabeth gasped, Oliver looked up and saw his sister in the doorway.
"Holy shit!" he exclaimed, scrambling to cover himself with his discarded shirt. "What the fuck are you doing, Bit? Get out of here!" he yelled, turning red as Becky shrieked and leapt up. Elizabeth was frozen, speechless. At Oliver's command, she turned on her heel and sprinted toward the path, running all the way home without stopping once. She stormed through the house and shut herself in her room, panting and sweating. She had seen a few sex scenes in movies before, but nothing like that. Her shyness had always been an obstacle, and as a consequence she was rather inexperienced with boys. Her heart beat in her throat and she thought she might be sick. Shocking as it had been, it sparked a tiny inkling of curiosity somewhere deep inside her.
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Elizabeth shifted in the uncomfortable wooden chair, hating the fact that she'd been sitting in it for so long. Stretching her arms high above her head, she let out a little yawn. She wrinkled her nose in disgust as she returned to the thick book she was reading. Turning the page, she scribbled down a few notes. The library was deserted except for her. She was used to being the last one there, having been the case for the past few nights. She'd quickly grown accustomed to the resounding silence that engulfed her while she researched. The occasional student would trickle in, but would usually leave soon after. There was nothing to distract her, and so Elizabeth dove back into her work, thankful for the break that started the next day.
Elizabeth cleared her throat and rummaged in her bag for her water bottle, finding it near the bottom. She took a sip and dropped it back in her bag, resuming her note taking. Her hand moved furiously across the paper, and she was so consumed by her reading that she didn't notice the quiet sounds of creeping footsteps behind her. She suddenly felt a pair of large hands on her shoulders and yelped, jumping out of her chair.
"Oli!" she stammered, her hand held against her thumping heart. Her brother was doubled over in laughter. "Jesus Christ! You almost gave me a fucking heart attack. What are you even doing here?" She was happy, surprised, irritated, and confused at his sudden appearance. He was supposed to be at college in Pennsylvania, not in the library of Elizabeth's college.
"I'm sorry, Bit," he said, having caught his breath. "I came home for spring break. I wanted to surprise you. Mom and Dad told me you'd be here."
"You almost killed me," she confessed, allowing herself to smile at him. "Some surprise." He smiled and hugged his little sister before peering over her shoulder.
"Looks like you've got a lot of work, there. What're you writing?" he asked.
"Oh, that? Just notes for a paper," she replied, closing up the books.
"On what?" Oliver asked, curious to see what his sister had been so busy doing.
"Human sexuality," she said simply, looking up at him. He felt a little shiver run through his body. "It's my major."
"Oh, wow. I bet that's interesting."
"You know it." She winked at him, jokingly and bent over to pick up her bag. Oliver couldn't help noticing her ass, and looked away, flushed. "So, you're staying at home for break?"
"Uh, yeah. I figured I'd come back for your birthday."
"Oli! That's so sweet." She reached her arms around his neck and hugged him, her chest pressed against him.
"Hey, 19 is a big year. How could I miss it? You're all grown up," he observed, smiling as he quickly checked her over. She was longer and lankier than he remembered. Her longs legs, muscled from horseback riding, were clad in a tight pair of black jeans, and she wore a form fitting gray T-shirt that hugged her breasts. Subconsciously, he judged them to be a very full B cup. Her green eyes sparkled excitedly as she let her long, sandy blonde hair down from its ponytail. She'd matured quite a bit since he last stopped to look at her, and he couldn't remember when that had been. Years, it seemed.
"Well I'm so excited you're here. I feel like I haven't seen you in forever!"
"Yeah, something like that," he said. He'd made it home for a few days over Christmas break, but beyond that he'd been too busy at school to come back. They'd called him when he'd turned 22 two months ago, and Elizabeth hadn't spoken to him since. "Let's get out of here. You hungry?"
"A little. I ate a late lunch," she said, hooking her arm through his as they strode out of the library and into the breezy spring evening. She followed him to the pick-up and slipped into the passenger seat, placing her school bag between them. They sat in silence while Oliver started the car, pulled out of the parking lot, and started down the road.
"I remember when you fixed this piece of shit," Elizabeth laughed, straightening in her seat.
"Me too. It's still running, so I'd say I did a damn good job," he replied, smiling. He recalled that time in his life; he'd spent a lot of time working outside with his shirt off, trying to build up his muscles so he could impress the girls at school. There was another prolonged silence between them before Oliver spoke.
"So, how are you liking college? Anything exciting going on?"
"It's a lot of work, but it's good. I like my major a lot," she admitted, laughing at her own words.
"I don't think anybody could dislike a human sexuality major," he replied, feeling a little mischievous as he spoke.
"Last week, a guy came up to me, asking if I needed help studying," she said, giggling.
