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siblings mf, ff, incest, teen 

siblings

mf,ff,i,t

By Kust1


	There's no such thing as modesty at my house.  Some of the 
first memories I have are of my sister, Kristen, and me, (oh, by the
way, my name's Greg) taking baths together.   There was never any of
the curiosity between us that other siblings seem to suffer from.
Since the days before we were in school we were always bathed together.  
Partially to save money, (Mom and Dad weren't well off then.  Dad was 
finishing up law school and Mom had just started her interior
decorating business and things were trim to say the least.) and
partially to save Mom or Dad the trouble of having to spend We've
always been close.  People say we're twins but in reality there is
exactly two years difference between us.

I was born on November 16, and Kristen on November 7.  My aunt 
tells me that Mom and Dad are too fond of Valentines Day. Kristen's 15
now and she's already breaking hearts at high school.  But this story
starts two years ago when I had just turned 15...

CHAPTER 1

My fifteenth birthday was something like what I imagine a perfect day
in a perfect world would be like.  I woke up late that morning.  It was
Saturday, school was out, and even though it was late in the year there
wasn't any snow on the ground and the sun was shining warmly through the
window chasing away all the late night chill and fears that go with it. 

I rushed out of bed, hoping that I hadn't slept the entire day away. 
(After all, you only have two a week, and when you're 15 two days can go
by in a mist of foggy playful memories that only seems to last moments.)
I put on my jeans and a sweater and rushed into the kitchen to find a
note on the table.  

Greg,

Dad had to go to work today and I've got an appointment at Karl's
Auto.	I'm sorry to leave you here alone on your birthday but I've got 
to go or he'll schedule somebody else and I won't get in for another week. 
This is the first time to leave you in charge and I expect you to act
your age and make sure to take care of the house and your sister.  If
you need me the no. is 555-5445.  I should be back before 2:00.  Fix
your sister and you some breakfast and we'll talk about what we're 
going to do on your birthday when I get back.

							Love,

							Mom

At first, I couldn't believe that they would leave on my birthday, then 
I was proud that they had enough confidence in me to leave me alone at
the house to take care of my sister.  I remembered what my dad told me
some years back when I had asked to stay home from one of the parties
his office had thrown for they're 20 year anniversary of being in 
business.  



"Greg, when you get old enough to stay in the house by yourself, we'll 
tell you.  It takes a man to provide care for a younger sister and house
all at the same time, and your just not ready yet."

So, in my 15 year old mind, this note was the same as passing some 
quiet test of manhood and becoming an adult in my parents eyes.  I was 
so proud, I went straight to the phone and called my best friend,
Jason.  I told him all about the note and asked if he wanted to come 
over after Kristen and I had eaten.  After agreeing to be at my house
within the hour, we rang off and I went to the refrigerator to find 
something to eat.  I stood at the door and remembered that my sister,
then 13, was here and that I was supposed to cook for her as well.  I
decided to go ask her what she wanted for breakfast instead of making
her to have what I did.  I wanted everything to be perfect on my first
day of being in charge so when Mom asked Kristen how I did, I would get
high marks and this responsibility wouldn't be taken away from me.     

I went through the den, turning on the television as I did, turning up 
the volume so I could hear what was going on while waking my sister. 
The door at the end of the hall to my sisters room was shut.  She had
started shutting it about a year ago, when Mom told her that girls
shouldn't parade around in front of boys with nothing but their
underwear.  I started to bust through the door and tell her all the good
news, but then I thought about what Dad would do.  He always knocked
before going into Kristen's room or mine.  He said that it wasn't 
gentlemanly to bust in on someone while they had a door shut.  So, 
walked up to the door started to knock when I heard my sister talking to
someone.  Had she already been up and found the note without waking me? 

I got a little angry and tried to listen in and see who it was that
she'd invited without asking me.  I couldn't hear anything, but a low 
murmur from inside the room.  That made me even angrier.  Not only had
she invited someone over without asking, she was trying to keep it from 
me that she'd done so.

I opened the door, with the intention of telling her to send her 
company home and walked in the room.  Before Kristen bolted up out of
bed I saw her pull her hand out from between her legs, and I turned 
around quickly so I wouldn't embarrass her to badly.  I was very confused
about how to deal with the situation, and she wasn't helping me any at
all.

"Don't you ever knock?" she yelled at me.  

I muttered an apology and left closing the door as I went.  I went to 
the living room and sat on the couch trying to sort out what had just
happened in my head. I wondered what she was doing to herself.  I knew
about masturbation but thought only guys did it really.  And only loser
guys at that, if you believed the older kids at school.  (I didn't 
believe that.  I had been doing it for the past four or five months and
found that if only loser guys did that, then I was enlisting in the 
loser majority...)  I'd even seen a movie where a girl had fingered 
herself, but had assumed that they only did that on the tapes like 
Jason's Dad kept on the high shelf in his closet.  In an embarrassed 
cloud I kept seeing her jumping out of bed to grab her robe and her hand
pulling away from her crotch.  I sat there for a minute and then got up 
and called Jason back to tell him to wait another hour before he came
over.  

When I went back into the den, Kristen was sitting in the chair by our 
fireplace and I could tell that she was both mad and embarrassed.  I sat 
back down on the couch and waited for a moment before I said anything.

"Um, I'm, uh, sorry that I walked in without knocking," I muttered.

"Well, you should be.  I always knock before I come into your room. 
Don't you think you should do the same for me?"

"I thought you had invited someone over without asking me," I replied
my voice getting louder.  "I was going to ask you what you wanted for
breakfast."

She huffed once and sat back in her chair.  I could tell that she was 
getting even madder than she had been, and because I was embarrassed I
kept pushing.

"Mom left me in charge and I was trying to do what I'm supposed to.
After all, if I screw up, you'll get in just as much trouble as I do. 
We'll havta keep going to Dad's stupid office parties.  And anyway, if 
you had enough sense to sleep with some clothes on this woulda never 
happened anyway."                                                    

Kristen looked at me.  She didn't look mad at all anymore. Instead she
started laughing.

"You looked so funny standing there with your mouth hanging open like 
that," she said between bursts of laughter.  "I've never seen you get so
red before."

I wasn't sure if she was making fun of me then or not and started to
laugh with her.                                                     

"I don't know why I got so embarrassed.  It's not like I never saw you
naked before,"  I said.  "It just shocked me I guess."

By now we were both rocking with laughter.  

"I never saw you move so fast, though," I said.

"I don't think I ever did move so fast.  I was standing by the closet
door before I even knew it!" she said.  "Just imagine....,"  she said
between gales.

"Imagine what?" I asked trying to fight back tears.

"Just imagine having to go to another one of those stupid get-
togethers," she said using the words he did when talking about his 
office parties, "just because you caught me fingering myself in my 
bedroom!"

I was shocked.  I stopped laughing and looked at her.  I didn't 
know what to say.

"Do what?" I asked.

She saw that I wasn't laughing anymore.  "I though you knew 
that's what I was doing.  You saw me didn't you?"

"I just saw that you didn't have on any clothes.  I didn't know 
you were doing that."

She sat there for a second, looking confused as ever.  Then, "I 
thought you knew."

We sat there for a few minutes of awkward silence and then 
almost on cue we both burst out laughing again.  

"You were masturbating?"

"You didn't know?"

"I just thought you were sleeping without any clothes on!"

"I thought you saw me doing it!"

We laughed for what seemed like hours.  When we were done 
and wiping the tears out of our eyes, I suddenly got very curious.

"When did you start masturbating?" I wondered aloud.

"About the same time that you did," she replied.  "I saw you 
in your bedroom once after school.  You thought you were all alone 
and I didn't want to embarrass you, so I went back out the door and 
then came back in and slammed the door so you would hear it."

"I remember that!" I cried.  "I jumped up just like you did 
when I heard that door!"

"Anyway," she said, "when I saw you doing it, I wondered 
how it felt. 

That night after everybody went to sleep I tried it.  I've been doing it
ever since.  You're not going to tell Mom or Dad are you?"

I started laughing again.  "Are you kidding?  They'd probably 
die of shock!"

We both started laughing again.  I never thought of it again.  
Until later that is....

