"We found love right where we are"
That Ed Sheeran song was on the radio the summer that I graduated from high school, turned 18, lost my virginity, and embarked on a six month hike of the Appalachian Trail.
A lot of life events happening in a short time, and yet during those few weeks I felt bored and restless, waiting for life to really begin. Only, when life did begin, I wasn't ready for it.
The night of my eighteenth birthday, I was at home with my parents and my sister. It was a weeknight. My parents gave me some hiking and camping gear for the upcoming trip. My sister Amy delighted in scandalizing our parents. She gave me a box of condoms.
"Amy!" my mother crowed.
"What. He is legal now, you know. I just want to make sure he stays safe," Amy said, laughing.
My father was too embarrassed to speak, and went to get the cake from the kitchen. For my part, it was a cruel reminder that I was turning 18 and had still never had sex or even come close with anyone. I didn't want anyone to know though, so I tried to play it cool.
"Thanks, Amy," I said.
Then dad brought in the cake, and started singing "Happy Birthday".
The next afternoon, I got home from my part time job, and went up to my room. I was horny, as I very often was, and started jacking off. I wanted to feel something different, I wanted to imagine what sex would be like, and I thought putting on a condom would be good practice. So I took one out of the box and tore open the packet, and unrolled it on my erection.
It didn't feel bad, but my mind just kept coming back to the cruelty of Amy's gift. It was hard to stay in the mood, and I started to choke up a little, crying out of pity for myself.
"Hey, what's wrong?" Amy said from behind me. I hadn't heard her come in, and I must have left my door ajar because I hadn't heard it open.
Startled, I turned to the sound of her voice without thinking, and then realized what I'd be showing her. I scrambled to cover up.
"Sorry," I stammered and sniffled pathetically.
"No big deal. That's not the first erection I've seen," she said. Amy was almost 4 older than me, so she was close to graduating from college already. I remembered her bringing guys around occasionally, and I suspected that some of them might have been boyfriends, but I'd never really known for sure.
"Now tell me what's going on," she said comfortingly. When I hesitated, she added, "I see you're putting my gift to use already."
"That's the thing," I whined. "I don't have any to use them with. I've never even been with anyone, and I feel like your present was just to make fun of me. So yeah, rub it in, I was jacking off into a condom because that's all I can use them for."
"At least I guessed your size right," she added.
"How did you know?" I asked. I hadn't even thought to wonder about that until she mentid it.
"It just means you're average size. That's a good thing. Sorry, I didn't mean for the gift to be a joke," she said. "Okay, I did expect it to get some laughs, mainly from me I guess. But I wasn't trying to make fun of you. I didn't know! It's not like you've got 'virgin' written on your forehead or anything."
I knew she was right, but I still felt pathetic.
"Jeez, I'm really sorry. I didn't realize what I was doing. There's got to be some way I could make it up to you," she said as she thought. "Okay, so how about this. Until you find someone else to use those condoms on, you can use them on me."
I burst out laughing, thinking for sure she was making another joke. But she just stood there, turning bright red. It slowly dawned on me that maybe she'd been making a sincere proposition.
"What??" I asked. I struggled to comprehend the suggestion. I'd never thought of Amy that way, and I didn't think she had ever looked at me that way either.
"It's not a big deal. There will be latex between us the whole time," she said.
"But still, we're brother and sister," I argued.
"So what. Sex doesn't have to mean anything," she said. "It's just a bodily function, like peeing. Or a bodily function that takes two people, like getting a back massage. Anyway, it's just an animal thing. All that matters is that we're both consenting adults. So why not."
Amy had never been the type of girl I'd been attracted to. Maybe it was that I typically saw her at home in her pajamas, with her hair frizzy and unbrushed, her acne and freckles uncovered. And she was heftier than any of the girls I'd had crushes on, her cheeks still round with baby fat. At that moment, she had just gotten home from lifeguard duty at the pool and still had her swimsuit on, her curves clearly outlined.
"The entire box?" I asked. It must have been obvious that I was coming around to the idea. Or maybe my hardening erection made that obvious.
She giggled and asked, "Yeah, sure. How often do you think you'll want to do it after this? Like once a day?"
"Sure, I guess. But do you mean right now?" I asked.
"Why not. I've got a few minutes. The parents won't be home for a while yet. You're already suited up. Let's go," she said.
Without any sign of being ashamed, Amy pulled the shoulder straps of her swimsuit down, exposing her large round breasts, and peeled it off of her torso until I saw the bush between her legs.
She walked over to my bed and laid down on it, her legs slightly spread. From where I was sitting, I could see her pussy lips, pink and puffy, and shining wet.
I approached the bed and knelt awkwardly between her legs, still conflicted about touching her at all. I wasn't altogether comfortable about what we were about to do either, but this was the first proposition I'd ever had, the first naked girl offering herself to me, and my erection was overriding my common sense. What defied explanation was why she was on my bed naked.
"So how do I..." I started to ask, aiming my erection at her hole.
"Just push it in, a little at a time," she said.
I lined myself up and pressed into her hole. As the head slipped in, she gasped. Little by little I pushed it further in, and then withdrew and started over.
I couldn't believe I was finally having sex, and I was even more in disbelief that it was my sister who was taking my virginity.
I leaned my upper body over hers to press further into her, bringing my flesh flush with hers. We settled into a rhythm with her pushing her hips up to meet me. My childhood bed creaked in time, under the combined weight of us.
What struck me, that first time, was how unflattering, inelegant, unsexy the act was. We really were like hairy, sweaty animals mashing our organs against each other just because we liked the sensation of it. Everything that made it erotic was in our heads, and the sensitive nerve endings where our bodies were conjoined.
I realized too late that I was close to cumming. Pulling out of her would have been too much stimulation, and just being inside her was too much stimulation. With an ungraceful grunt, I orgasmed. My whole body spasmed, pushing against her as I unloaded into the condom.
