Author's note: This chapter is 30% longer. Small improvement, I know, but I find it hard to write anything that's not entirely sex =D. There is some action in here, but once it hits the true incest the story will get longer.
P.S. I am holding back on the dirtiness for now because it is our hero's first time.
P.P.S. Our friends Matt, Libby, and Chloe are in the Southern Hemisphere, so Valentine's Day does occur at the end of summer.
Chapter 3
After one of the strangest and most angst-ridden days of my entire life, things then reverted almost back to normal between Libby and I. I still wasn't sure whether she knew the whole story about my fantasy, but I had to assume she knew something; whatever the case, we didn't speak about it. Neither did Chloe, who gave no sign of caring that I found my sister attractive.
There were no more innuendos, no more flirting, and no more checking each other out. It was definitely for the best, as nothing could come of an attraction between brother and sister. I told myself that what had happened could be explained by inappropriately expressed primal urges. We seemed to have a tacit agreement between us that the events of that day had been a huge mistake. It might have been an anticlimax, but the thought of there being an
actual
climax was both exciting and terrifying.
I channelled my energy into my girlfriend. That's right: I had a girlfriend for the first time. Chloe made it easy for me to ask her out, probably because my sis had already confirmed my interest to her. One day at our place she casually mentioned a movie that she wanted to see, and also how it was a shame she couldn't go with Libby because she had already seen it. I nobly volunteered to go with her and her smile lit up the room.
How different life is when you are in love! Your body feels lighter, the colours of the world are brighter, and all the clichés are new again. I realised that I had been waiting for this my entire life, and I was happier than I had ever been. I was learning things too. For someone so outgoing and flirty, Chloe had a surprisingly vulnerable and self-conscious side. She told me she had been waiting for me to ask her out for almost a year.
Libby helped me to understand the basic points of being a boyfriend several times in small but important ways. Towards the end of the summer, when Chloe and I had been dating for a couple of weeks, she reminded me the day before Valentine's Day to get a gift, which was something I had never celebrated before. Overall, my sister seemed ecstatic that we were finally together, but in the quieter moments, when she thought that I wasn't looking, I noticed her smile flagging.
I realised that since her best friend and brother started dating she would feel a little left out. We did our best to include her in activities when we could, and she still spent time with each of us alone, but it was impossible for things to be exactly the same. Aside from working at my part-time retail job, I largely spent the rest of the summer with Chloe, smiling goofily, holding hands, and making out. Libby gradually began to hang out more with her other friends. She also seemed slightly stressed, but I put this down to the approaching start of university – something that none of us were thrilled about.
*
The majestic old university had seen generations pass through its halls, and under the night sky the new year's freshmen celebrated the beginning of their college life with a concert. Some danced in front of the stage, others crowded around the long tables serving drinks, and the quieter ones – that included Chloe, Libby, and I – were sitting on picnic rugs and fold-out chairs further away on the grassy oval. From this distance the music was just the right volume. I remembered my own fresher concert a few years back and reflected how much nicer the present was. Back in first year I had been too shy to enjoy myself; but that night I sat on the rug and tightened my arms around Chloe, enjoying one of the last balmy summer evenings.
We had been dating for about a month, and frequently cuddled up together in front of the TV or whenever else we got the chance. Sometimes my roaming hands cupped a warm breast or firm piece of ass, but we hadn't got much past that. This was not for a lack of effort on Chloe's part, however. She had become more insistent as our relationship had developed and her outfits frequently bordered on the indecent. I clearly recalled a particular incident in which she had guided my hand up underneath her ludicrously short miniskirt, only for me to pull it back and make an excuse, much to her frustration. Likewise, with a veritable mountain of willpower I had stopped her from rubbing my cock through my pants yesterday, only just preventing a humiliating accident. I know this sounds crazy, but I was the one holding out on her. Despite the fact that I had fantasized about her countless times, once I knew that I could have her I was afraid of messing it up. At that time my sexual education had consisted of a few crappy "Keep your dick clean, yada yada yada..." lessons from the school nurse and what I had seen in porn. Neither seemed applicable in real life, when I was holding this amazing, willing girl in my arms.
Between tender kisses I noticed that in the evening her eyes were a deep green. Mischief sparkled there and she pecked me on the ear, sending us both into happy chuckles. I vaguely registered looks of envy from other guys sitting nearby and smirked at them when I caught them looking. Libby had been getting more accustomed to seeing us like this, but was still not completely comfortable. She went to get a drink with Kate, another of their school friends who happened to be there.
Chloe leaned back onto my chest and we watched Libby walk over to the temporary bar. Her legs were right at eye level for those guys who were sitting. Heads were turning. We laughed at seeing one staring guy squeal after getting pinched by his indignant girlfriend.
"She's so beautiful." Said Chloe suddenly, in a way that implied "Don't you think so?"
Although most of the male audience were simply disappointed when Libby reached the drinks table and stopped walking, a few of them jumped up eagerly and strode after her. I tensed up slightly as they approached her, watching as they obviously fought over who would get to buy her a drink.
I was on full alert again; well aware of the direction Chloe could be taking. She looked at me, and I shrugged as if to casually say "Well sure." I think we both knew that I was implicitly pleading with her to keep up our silence on the topic of my Libby fantasy. She wasn't letting me off that easily, however, and said with a cunning smile
"If, hypothetically, she wasn't your sister, would you feel...?"
I cut her off abruptly. "She
is
my sister."
Libby, for her part, was looking somewhat frightened at all the male attention. Thankfully Kate said something that made them back off, crestfallen, and I relaxed.
A few seconds of silence followed whilst Chloe digested my blatant evasion of the question. Then, so quietly that I barely caught a word, she whispered cryptically to herself
"...harder than I thought."
*
Deciding that it had to be either James or Libby, in the end I chose my sister to avoid the mockery I would doubtless have to endure with the former. I had resolved to ask her how not to make a fool of myself with Chloe.
It was the last Saturday before college started, the day after the concert, and she was baking a cake. She'd been cooking quite a lot that summer and, judging by the smell wafting out of the oven, all that practice was paying off. Mum and Dad were out walking, so I took my chance. After a lull in our conversation about the campus cafeteria food I cleared my throat uncomfortably, causing her to look up from the mixing bowl.
"Can I, ahh, ask you a question?" – Man, this was awkward! I could already feel my face growing warm.
She smiled at me curiously. "Of course. I've been hounding you all summer with questions, silly."
