Really, it was probably already too late by the time my sister asked, "Wouldn't you like to munch on my snatch?"
We'd always been a little close, but once we'd hit puberty neither one of us had seen much of the skin or other body parts of the other. Oh, the usual and very occasional sight of Alicia in her underwear as she darted from bathroom to bedroom, and vice versa; but nothing that would suggest sexuality or any intimacy beyond that in a normal family. She'd gone her way and I'd gone mine, both of us having dates or steadies but no sign or display of affection for the other that went beyond the familial sort.
Now Alicia was 29 and I was 28, she an ER physician at a large hospital and I a well-known syndicated cartoonist pulling in big bucks from newspapers all over the country and some income from the global market, too. You've seen my work, but I won't go into that now.
Alicia and I had grown up with the usual alternating love-hate issues some siblings have, and our parents had been blazingly normal in our upbringing. Church in a progressive church, good educations, a few good friends, grandparents; the usual.
The result of all that money (and all that pressure) was that I had my own home in the mountains on the edge of a medium-sized town in Montana, complete with a swimming pool and hot tub, and hand-hewn in a French-Canadian style with squared logs mortised into upright posts every eight feet or so--an unusual style for Montana but one that I'd fallen in love with.
Oh, the house wasn't big--I didn't want it to be. No giant media room for movie night, no massive great room with an equally massive stone fireplace at the end, no stuffed elk head hanging on the wall. Just big enough for me and whatever company I wanted. Of course I work from home, with a small room devoted to a drawing board, two printers, and a couple of desktop computers.
When I'd decided I had too much money to just keep in the bank, I'd looked around carefully for land on which to build my dream home. Not too far out in the country, but not too close; accessible but not right on a major road; something with a view but with privacy. It was only after construction had begun that Alicia emailed me to tell me she was moving to my town to work in the only large hospital around. So once the house was done and I'd moved in, she had come out to dinner or to swim a few times, but she had her own life as a medical professional. Shoot, I didn't even know anything about her love life, except to know that she was still single.
She'd always been trim and fit, and still was. She'd played soccer and swam on the swim team in high school and college, and I think she still enjoyed doing that in town. I couldn't have described her body beyond saying she was slender and athletic, with short, light brown hair and the kind of nose I've always heard described as "aquiline."
Me: I try to keep fit, running and lifting weights at the health club. But I'm more of a loner, so I don't compare myself to others too often. I am slightly taller than she is, and I think I have a good male body, but that's all.
On the day in question, I'd just flown in from Seattle and a comics convention--no, not THAT one--and I was celebrating a couple of new syndications my agent had wrangled for me. And I was tired. Really tired. I'd picked the lot I'd built on for privacy, with a mix of tall Douglas firs and aspens for screening, and I'd angled the house so that I had good views of the country from the front window as well as the back yard where the pools are. So as soon as I'd parked the car in the garage and set my stuff down in the office, I shucked my clothes into the hamper in the bedroom, poured a tall balloon of Malbec, and walked naked, as I always do, straight out to the pool.
I was relaxing in the hot tub with my wine after having swum a few laps in the pool, when I heard the patio door slide open. I looked up in some surprise to see Alicia walking out, a short wrap tied around her waist and a glass of wine in one hand.
"Hey, Jonah," she called as she strode up in her bare feet. That's not my real name, but you'd recognize me if I told you.
"Hey, Sis," I responded. "What a nice surprise!"
"I was hoping you were back from your trip, but since you told me I could come up any time, I was going to come soak, anyway." She set her wine glass down on the glass table and sat down on the edge of the hot tub surround.
"Well, I'm glad you came, but you've caught me without a swimsuit," I grinned. "I suppose I'll have to go put one on."
Alicia uttered a little throaty chuckle and looked more closely at me in the bubbles of the hot tub.
"I'm not wearing a swimsuit, either," she smiled, "and if you don't insist on it, let's not worry about it."
This probably shouldn't have surprised me, since she's seen all there is to see and more in her medical career, but it was new territory. I suddenly felt a bit nervous.
"I don't know, Sis. I've never seen you naked before. I... I... I guess it's okay, but I don't know how to act."
"Silly! It's time we treated each other like adults," Alicia responded, standing up. She untied the bow of her wrap and slid it off her arms to drape over the chair nearby. I was stunned--both by the abruptness of it all, and by her body. She was beautiful. Slender waist, slender but rounded hips, long, athletic legs, small but nicely rounded breasts with little brown nipples, and a narrow landing strip of light brown hair that pointed to the slit between her legs.
Without further ado, and without making anything of it, she sat down and swung her legs over into the spa, and gave a satisfying sigh as she lowered herself into the warm water.
"Oh, Jonah, you don't know how good that feels!" Her eyes were closed and she let out a big breath. "I've had a rough day today." She looked at me. "You just flew in, so you probably didn't hear about the big traffic accident." Reaching for her wine glass, she said, "Well, I'm not going to tell you. It was bad."
I didn't know what to say at first, then said, "So, you're in the ER all the time; was it worse than usual?"
"Oh, God!" She exhaled. "Normally stuff like this doesn't bother me--at least, not more than I can handle." Her breath became a series of what sounded to me like sobs. "All that blood, all those..." She broke off. "Today was already a hard day, and it was just too much!" She began crying.
Her crying turned into gasping sobs as she began to let go. I'd never seen her like this, and without thinking, I slid over and put an arm around her waist and the other on her hip, pulling her into a hug.
She let go completely at my touch, sobbing in between big gulps of air and wrapping her arms around me.
By the time she wound down and was breathing normally, we found that we were pressed together chest to chest, me on my knees and she with her legs wrapped around my hips. And by the time we became more conscious of how we were positioned, I was beginning to feel some stirrings in my groin that I hoped she didn't notice. But here we were, brother and sister, using full-body contact to find comfort, with no clothing between us. And she did notice.
She gave a soft little laugh, then hugged me tighter. Her breasts rubbed into my chest, and her crotch pressed into my growing erection, and I know she knew what she was doing. Pushing me away gently, she sat back against the wall of the hot tub with a grin on her face even as she splashed water to wash away her tears.
"Thanks, little brother. Very unprofessional of me to break down, but sometimes I just have to."
I sat back on the other side of the hot tub and took a deep breath of my own.
"I'm glad to help whenever you need it, Alicia," I said. "I care about you a lot. You're my sister, and I love you."
She smiled a big smile and said, "Thanks, Jonah. That means a lot to me." She reached her leg across and caressed my thigh with her foot. "But, can I have a drink of cold water?"
