After reading a number of the comments about the stories my brother has been posting I thought I should include my input. I am amazed how many think this is not a true story and the lengths they will go in being critical of how Steve has shared the story of how our life of enjoying each other's sexuality began and progressed. I probably should have coauthored instead of just giving a quick once over to make sure his memory of how our relationship blossomed was basically correct. I should have especially helped write the story of the first time because it is one of those events in my life I can remember every little detail from and there were some minor errors in it. Just for the record I was always the aggressor in making our brother sister sexual relationship happen. I was always very sexual and very into the physical and mental turn ons of the many variations of sex. I think as Steve writes more the readers will understand just as Steve came to that I had the more voracious sexual appetite.
Steve and I were always close and even without the sex play that developed between us he would have been considered a special brother. When no one else in the family understood my interest in sports he was shooting baskets with me or playing catch. We talked a lot about everything and I always felt comfortable around him talking about anything. As I grew and became more sexually aware I had tried numerous times to get his attention sexually. I purposely exited the shower into the hall from a bathroom we shared so he could get a view of my naked body several times over the years. I always could tell he checked me out but he never acted in any of the many ways I was fantasizing about how he would take me.
The day he picked me up on my first weekend on campus I was dressed the way I was with the express purpose of getting him to have sex with me. I had turned on enough young males by the time I headed off to college I knew how susceptible they were to semi naked female bodies. I was as close to naked I as I could be without being arrested for public indecency. It was the attire of the era so he was not fully aware of my motive for my look. I had no bra under a tank top that barely covered my 36 Ds (my mother passed some great genetics on to me) and short cut offs that pretty well showed enough that you knew you what you were getting when fully naked.
I could tell it was a good look at the first little bar in the tour Steve was giving me of the cool places. All the guys were turning their heads and when I went to the bathroom several males offered to take Steve's place. It was fun to watch big brother's face as I flirted a little with one of the more attractive ones. When I returned to the table I teased him he looked very protective like he was my boyfriend and the smile he gave me just encouraged my pursuit.
When we finally hit the party nearly every guy we encountered was giving me the look and most were flirting openly. One of the things he got wrong in the first part of this story was it was me who suggested we act like boyfriend-girlfriend so no one hit on me. I was the one who jumped in Steve's lap instead of taking a chair so I could use my body to break down any resistance he might have It was also me who started the conversation on whether a guy or girl looked like they would be a good lay. I was working every mental and physical lever I could to get him ready to be unable to resist when I finally made my move.
