Family Bonds

"You quite alright?" I asked, really not minding that much.

"I'm fine," she said sniggering. She dragged my right arm to lean across her chest so it was like I was almost hugging her. It felt like old times again, like the last week hadn't even happened.

It felt so comfortable again. I barely even realized but I just went back to nurturing her again. With my left hand I stroked at her clean soft hair. It was as if my instinct, I might not have noticed if it hadn't been for the soft sighs I heard from her. I sat there the entire show, slowly running my fingers through her hair with my left hand whilst holding her with my right. It was a little bit different from usual though, sure we would cuddle and stuff but this was more special, more intimate. It was almost like we were dating. There was a spark of energy in it all; it filled my stomach with warm butterflies. It was if she was a whole new girl and I was interested in her. It was hard to figure out exactly what I was feeling, was it just an amped feeling like when we were kids and we were exploring each other, was it completely sexual or was I actually starting to have feeling for my little sister? Either way it was confusing as hell.

After the show finished she turned onto her back and looked up towards me.

"That was pretty cool, super interesting," she said wide eyed.

"Yeah..." I said still stuck in my thoughts. "I love that kind of stuff."

"We should do this more often," she said smiling up at me.

"Yeah for sure," I said returning her smile. It was like the week of weirdness faded away in that moment. She sat up gave me hug and bounded of the couch and up the stairs.

"Night," she said leaving in her dust.

"Night," I replied still not moving from the couch. I rubbed my face with the palms of my hands and blinked rapidly. Was it a dream? What was going on? I'll never understand girls I though as I turned off the tv.

The next morning even though it was late I'd obviously woken up before she had. It was finally Saturday and I hadn't really any plans. There wasn't much going on with my mates as they were all pretty much busy. I'd likely bump into Dave my next door neighbor if I'd wanted to leave the house. Honestly I was happy to just chill. I went down stairs and found that the house wasn't stirring. It was likely that the parentals had gone out to do some shopping or something. They never really bothered us much on weekends; we were old enough to take care of ourselves. So I made myself some chow and sat down in front of the telly. I soon found that there was nothing on and decided to head upstairs for a shower. By the time I was up the stairs I could hear the water running. Chelsea had beaten me to it. I'd made it to the top of the stairs when I was hit by an urge, a strike of deviancy as it were. I peered towards the door to see it mildly ajar, a small crack where the light pierced through. It was as if I was taken by a phantasmal force, one pulling me closer to the bathroom door, a strong sense of curiosity gripped me. I wanted to peek in on her. I knew it's a very pervy thing to do but it was if I couldn't think. Sense and reason had left my thoughts and were replaced with the intense desire for the unknown.

I knelt down at the door frame and peered into the steam filled room. From the position I could see directly towards the shower, albeit only a tiny section. Through the thin sliver I could see the fogged up glass of the shower door, it looked like Chelsea was facing the other way. It was hard to tell as mostly all I call see was a flesh shape slightly moving. I carefully nudged the door open a little further and copped much more of a eyeful. She was facing the other way running her fingers through her hair. She'd just finished washing her hair and rinsing the remnants out. The silhouette was much more pronounced and less fogged up. I was practically staring at her naked back, outline of her breasts hanging under her armpits. I almost stopped breathing as took in the fullness of her form. She was breathtaking. I hadn't seen a full naked teen body up this close only in cyberspace. Nothing actually prepares you for it though; it's like a whole other experience entirely. It's better than seeing your first porno, its mind blowing and wad blowing all at the same time. Just looking at her almost made me cream in my shorts. I was transfixed by her feminine spell; I knew I had to move though as much as I didn't want to. She was almost finished with her hair, in fact she began to turn and I saw the flash of side boob. I freaked stumbling backwards and I scrambled to get away.

"Mum is that you?" I heard her call as I ran for the cover of my room.

I closed the door slowly and turned on my computer. I tried to catch my breath so I could pretend to act calmly even though my pulse was racing. I sat at my computer hoping it would load fast enough if she came knocking. I heard the shower stop and a minute later foot steps down the hall to at least the stairs. My ear was peaked, focusing on the movement. There was silence and then the footsteps of her going back her room. Still motionless I listened intently, I heard her open her underwear draw and then step into the joined cupboard. She whisked through her closet, pushing the coat hangers down the runner. I clacked at the keyboard pretending to be doing something, when she stopped.

"Dunc, what you up to?" She called no doubt standing there in her underwear, the thought of which made me nervous.

"Ah, nothing really," I croaked, my voice breaking in the middle of my words. She giggled.

"Planning on going out?" She said mocking me by simulating the high squeaky part of my voice.

"Nope staying home all day today. Seems like the folks are gone too," I said and she fell silent.

"Oh, cool," she replied after about twenty seconds.

What was she thinking I thought? Had she figured I must have been the one at the bathroom door? I was over thinking it all but it was hard to not feel sprung.

"So what are you doing today?" I asked as she began to flip through the clothes in closet again.

"Nothing was just thinking of kicking around the house. Don't really feel like going out."

"Oh ok..." I said looking for the right words. "Well if you're bored we can always do something."

"Sure," she replied bubbly. So obviously last night had turned her demeanor around. I have no idea what had happened that week but after today I would find that I was in going to be in a similar predicament. I know I'm getting ahead of myself but it's all important and I'm not one fore holding onto details for too long.

I decided to stay at my computer for a while. Play some games or something to take my mind off thinking about her. This was impossible of course; the image was burnt into my retina. But as they say a busy mind is a mind that isn't focused on their naked sister's nubile form... or something like that, I'm probably paraphrasing. It was almost lunch time before I heard a rap at the door. Surprisingly she hadn't just barged in.

"Can I come in?" She asked almost sheepishly.

"Ah yeah," I replied wondering what was going on. She walked into the room and plonked down and splayed out on my bed. She was wearing a cute little white poker dotted dress that poofed up as she landed.

"I'm bored," she said exhaling loudly. I just laughed.

"Really! It's an awesome day out there, how could you be bored?" I said swiveling my chair towards her.

"But I don't have company," she said grinning at me. I snickered before I spoke.

"So what do you want to do?" I asked knowing she just wanted attention.

"I want to go out in the pool but I want stuff to do. Like games and stuff. You can't play alone."

"Sure I'm up for that," I said before thinking about how little clothes she'd be wearing.

"Great! Meet me down it ten," she said running into her room through the closet door. Then it hit me, god it was going to be hard not to look at her today. I just had to try to be chivalrous and pretend she wasn't a semi clad attractive girl for an hour or so. Although, that was an impossible feat as I would soon find out.

I went down and waded by the pool, sticking my feet in first to test the temperature. The sun was great, it wasn't too hot and water wasn't too cold, it was somewhere around that high twenties temp, the best kind of weather for having a splash. I heard the sliding door at the back of the house and I turned to see her heading up the cobblestone path. She had a towel slung over her shoulder, her hair was out and she was wearing something I'd never seen her in before. She had a little bright pink two piece bikini. My mouth almost hit the ground when I saw it. She looked back at me and no doubt my dumbfounded expression.

"It's new; I just got it about a week ago. Do you think it suits me?" She asked knowing exactly what it was doing to me.

"Where's that old purple one suit you used to wear?" I said trying not to answer her question directly.

"I got sick of looking like a little girl all the time," she said sitting down next to me, splashing her feet into the shallow water.

"But, you are a little girl still," I said jokingly. She scowled back at me, scrunching her face up while punching me in the arm.

"Not too little to kick your ass," she said challenging me.

"Is that right?" I said jumping up.

She knew I was about to wrestle her in the pool but she wasn't as fast as I was. She was only half way up when I tackled her and forced her into the water. The colder water was a bit of a shock to the system. She screamed as we fell in, jumping up to the surface as quick as she could.

"You jerk," she shouted looking none too impressed. She lunged at me trying to push me back under. She knew I was as cold as she was. I was half laughing and half whining. The upper half of my body was the worst; it just wanted to be out of the water. I was stumbling though after my less than graceful landing. She put her leg behind mine under the water and pushed me down back under. I scrambled to get back up coughing when I got my head above water. There she stood over me, arms forward and towering over me from my prone position. The sun behind framing her wet body, her hair was still partially dry and puffed out, beads of the water trickled down her hanging breasts, the bikini top now looser than it had been. She looked so hot. Right now though I wasn't focused on how hot she looked though, it was time for payback. Again I lunged forward this time directly for her waist. With all my strength I pushed her up out of the water, lifting her and then tossing her back into the water. She squealed as I picked her up, she thrashed, her arms beating against my back. It didn't keep her down for long, soon she bounced back with even more vigor. With a big smile she lunged back at me and we began to wrestle. All the time laughing we tussled, trying to knock each other off balance. We flailed and pawed at each others skin trying to get a grip of one another, the water making it a much more difficult task. With each touch I grew more excited.

Escalating the friction higher Chelsea wrapped her leg around mine and almost tried to climb up me. She was trying to use what little weight she had to push me down, only problem was it brought us so close together that I had to angle my crotch back for fear of stabbing her with my fully stocked love rocket. It was all for naught, I couldn't' get far enough away before she had wrapped her other leg around my back. The point of her bikini came colliding with my tented shorts. Our wrestling eased and our giggling slowed until we were practically speechless but breathing heavily still catching our breaths. Neither of us really moved much, we just bobbed a little in the water, my hard cock pushing the fabric of her bikini harder against her soft prize. We were only inches away from each others faces, staring deeply into one another's eyes.

It was as if time stood still. With each breath lost our selves deeper in the moment. I could smell her breath, practically taste it, the swell inside built from an urge to a compulsion, I couldn't hold back. I tilted forward and brought my face close to hers, she didn't move as the tips of our noses touched. I breathed heavily into her mouth and I heard her whimper, she was ready. My arms wrapped our her back and our lips touched, starting with a light brush but led up to French kissing within a few back and forths. My tongue looped around her, licking the entire surface. With each passionate slurp, her body pressed against mine, it felt like my erection had jammed the bikini bottom of inside of her through my shorts. I couldn't believe what was happening, I was pashing and almost dry humping my little sister in my back yard pool. It was hot and taboo all at once and I couldn't stop myself. My hand slid down and felt the curve of her cute little ass. She moaned into my mouth as I brushed the side of her pussy lip. Even under the water I could feel the heat and the sticky glazing of her moist pussy, she was wet and wanted more.

With my hand on her buttock I slipped two fingers under the back of her bikini bottom. The slipped in between the beautiful curvature of her crack and all the way down. They ran over her puckered hole down to her salivating kitty where I plunged one in deep. She moaned again this time backing off of my kiss so it was much more audible. My finger plunged in and out of her slickness, suctioning with each jab. Her tongue went wind in my mouth, darting in and sucking with enthusiasm. She was a superb kisser, best I'd ever had, I didn't want the moment to end but it had to.

We both heard it and we are glad we did. The veranda door whizzed up and a familiar voice called out.

"Kids are you out here?" We both jumped of each other quick as sticks, splashing and send little waves across the water.

"Yeah we're out here," I replied pretending to be swimming to the shallows. Honestly it was so I could hide my tented shorts by pressing myself against the side of the pool. It was Greg who came up the path towards the pool.

"Having fun?"

"Yes daddy," Chelsea replied pretending to wring out her hair.

"Nice day for it," he said leaning on the fence. "Might go in myself at some point." I just smiled and nodded. I didn't really know what to say, the experience had been boner killing though; nothing like intense fear to kill a sexually charged moment.

He stood there in awkward silence for a moment before turning around and heading back into the house. By the time I had turned around all I could see was Chelsea's cute butt bouncing out of the pool. She picked up the towel and began to dry herself.

"Oh are you done?" I asked trying to hide my disappointment.

"I think that's enough for one day," she replied almost coldly. Oh shit I'd thought, I'd fucked it up somehow, gone too far maybe.

"I'll see you inside then," I said as she walked away. But the thing was I didn't. She disappeared after that, didn't see her for the rest of the day. I thought about approaching her room at one point but chickened out. I listened out for her from my room but I never heard a peep out of her. She'd gone cold again. This time it would last even longer.

I didn't really know what was going on but on some level I gathered she regretted doing what we did. Instead of talking to me though she gave me the cold shoulder. It was almost 3 weeks before she said boo to me. Many times in the first week I thought about saying something but the longer I waited the more it felt like there was no point. Any way life went on pretty normal besides that, spent more time with my guy mates at school though. Well that was until one of the girls at school starting flirting with me more. She's pretty irreverent to the main story but let's just call her Shelly. The whole thing really didn't get started and was over before it began. But the reason I mention it was because the interaction with Shelly led to me be back in good stead with Chelsea. See we started hanging out and I think Chelsea noticed me flirting with Shelly, on some level she must have been jealous because not long after she started to warm to me again. It wasn't as warm s before but at least we were talking. Anyway the whole thing came to a head when I asked Shelly out.

My couple friends Andy and Georgia invite me to go this show and I thought what better way to get to know Shelly better. We could have a night out on the time for light entertainment and hopefully some heavy petting. But all wasn't to be sometimes fate steps in and changes everything. She agreed to come originally but a day before cancelled because her mum needed her to come out of town with her. I was bummed, I mean it wasn't hard to see but Chelsea noticed. She came to my room after my sombre performance at dinner. She knocked light before asking to come in.

"Yeah," I replied monotone as I lay on my bed.

"You ok?" she said popping her head round the door.

"Not really," I replied still staring at the ceiling.

"What happened? Someone being a dick at school," she said perching on the end of my bed.

"Nah not like that, it's Shelly."

"Oh," she replied quietly.

"I was supposed to be going out with her, Andy and Georgia on Saturday night but she's not able to come any more."

"Oh that sucks."

"Yeah I even bought her a ticket."

"Have you got anyone else to fill in?" She asked after a moment of silence.

"Nah not really, don't know if I wanna go any more."

"Well if you can't find anyone else I'll come."

"You'd want to come out with me on a double date?" I asked in disbelief.

"Well I'll be a surrogate of sorts," she said smiling at me. It made me chuckle a little.

"You serious?" I asked raising my eyebrow.

"Sure, I'd love to come. Thanks for inviting me," she said smirking at me. I smiled and shook my head.

"Ok I guess that settles it."

"It's a date," she said jumping up from my bed. She raised her hand to her face and placed her finger on her chin. "Now I have to work out what I'm going to wear," She said cheekily. She quickly left my room through the closet with a giggle.

I couldn't figure her out. It was like hot and cold non-stop. I gathered it was just some weird girl thing that I would never figure out. Whatever it was at least I've some female company, even if she was my little sister, my hot little minx of a sister. We didn't see much of each other til Saturday. I saw her in the morning and she confirmed she was still coming. She had to go out in the day but she was back early afternoon. When I bumped into her in the hall she said I couldn't see her before the date. I laughed at how she was pretending it was serious.

"Pick me up at my door at five thirty," she said playfully. It almost felt like it was going to be a date. So I did as she asked, I knocked on her door at precisely five thirty. I had my good jeans on and a shirt, it was a show after all and I had to look presentable.

She opened the door with a confident swirl and I couldn't believe what I saw. She was all done up, she wore a black skirt that I hadn't seen before and a black dress top that showed of her cleavage. Her makeup was classy too, not overly done. She looked great.

"You clean up pretty good," I said leaning against the door frame.

"You pretty much look the same," she said laughing.

"Well are ready for a night on the town?"

"Totally," she said linking arms with me. As we got downstairs dad was sitting on the couch.

"Have a great night you two," he said somewhat hesitantly.

"Don't wait up," I said leading Chelsea out the front door. Andy was a bit older and he had a car, it was a sick car too, convertible and all. He was always prompt and waiting for us as we stepped out of the house.

"How do you o that every time?" I asked him as we walked up.