(Continuing the story of Ben and Amy in 'Sisters and Brothers 01')
I knew -- mothers always know -- that something had changed between Ben and Amy when they came home after their camping trip to the Lake District.
They had always been close, perhaps a little closer than most sisters and brothers. They had always seemed to me to be each other's best friend. Not that they didn't fall out sometimes; what two teenagers growing up in the same house don't have the occasional stormy arguments? But their disagreements were pretty mild compared to what some of my friends described happening in their own families and were always settled amiably after a few hours when they discovered their next common interest.
How did I know they were different with each other? It is hard to be precise. There weren't any huge or obvious differences in the way they treated each other but there was something in the subtle looks they exchanged when they didn't realise I could see them; something in the distance they kept from each other as they moved around the house that seemed to contradict those intimate glances across a room.
At first I worried -- mothers always worry -- and fretted about it for a while before something in my past rose to the surface and suddenly I knew. A jolt of shock mixed with a little relief washed over me; now I had the answer. And of course then I began to worry some more.
Why was I concerned for them? I was almost certain that their relationship was now closer -- much closer -- than it had been before. Those contradictory looks and voluntary distancing could only be explained by physical intimacy. I was pretty certain that they had had sex while they were away. Immediately I thought of their emotional well-being. But thinking about it I didn't feel too concerned as they seemed pretty happy. Then the risk of pregnancy followed close on its heels. I thought we'd done a pretty good job bringing them up to be sensible so I expected that if they had gone the whole way they wouldn't have taken any risks... but in the moment who knows what might have happened?
After my cares for my kids were at least a little settled I turned my thoughts inward. How did I know they had had sex? How could I accurately interpret those secret looks and that delicate caution around each other in public? I knew because, well I'd had those feelings myself years ago when my brother Ed and I started fucking one cold winter's night.
God! I remembered that time like it was a few days ago; the nationwide power cuts that affected Ed's flat in London; no heating during the coldest January for years and the biting, icy winds that stopped transport and kept us indoors for much of the day. We were bored and had already exhausted all the games we used to play when we were kids. That's when Ed suggested we play strip poker. I laughed and said, "Why not -- I'll win all your clothes and you'll freeze!"
"No Fi," he replied, using his pet name for me -- shortened from Fiona. "You'll be naked and have to wear the duvet for the rest of the evening!"
"Right! You're on!"
Did I feel a frisson of excitement at the thought of being naked around Ed, just covered in a duvet? I think I did... well I must have done because something tingled below my waist.
It turned out that we were both pretty useless at poker and both of us lost item of clothing after item of clothing. Finally I was down to my bra and panties and Ed was in his underpants. I'd wrapped a duvet round me and Ed had a coat draped over his shoulders.
I lost the next hand and with it my bra. I remember Ed's face as I slipped it off and briefly exposed my breasts to his gaze. Was I fooling myself that my nipples were hard because of the cold or was it that he was looking directly at my tits with a strange look on his face. I couldn't resist teasing him a bit. I slowly pulled the duvet round to cover myself and then accidentally on purpose let it slip from one hand exposing myself again.
"Oops! Sorry about that," I said.
"Erm, it's OK Fi," he replied in a hesitant and rather husky voice. "I think they... you... are... beautiful."
Now it was my turn to be embarrassed but also secretly pleased that he found me attractive. I'd always thought he was the nicest brother a girl could have and now I thought about it I'd always found his physical presence... what? Comforting? Exciting? Both those things I now admitted to myself. Did I, back then, think where those thoughts might lead? No I didn't. I was caught up in the moment with a tingling between my legs that might soon lead to a wet spot.
Ed lost the next hand and had to lose his pants. I watched as he realised he now had to strip fully in front of his sister. He was a bit embarrassed at first and rather sheepishly slid his pants down while trying to hide his cock. However he didn't do a very good job of hiding what was obviously a growing erection. I was secretly pleased to see the effect I was having -- and still the possible outcome of this didn't really sink in.
Carried along by the moment and still not thinking of consequences I decided to tease him some more. I had been sitting with my knees together so he couldn't see my panties between my legs. They were getting wetter all the time and as they were white cotton I was sure that, if I changed position, he'd be able to see a wet spot outlining my pussy under the fabric. So what did I do? I moved so I was cross-legged and gave him a full and unobstructed view. He couldn't take his eyes of me!
"Ed," I said.
"W... what?" He looked up almost surprised I'd spoken.
"It's your deal."
