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An Education for Amy

By: SPEN STERLING



Maybe one of the most significant birthdays is the 18th. It has been established as a rite of passage to early adulthood, a landmark worth celebrating. Erik Teller and his twin sister Amy were turning 18, but they had made no plans.

For Erik and Amy, birthdays tended to be a low key event. They were born on the same day, June 21, the longest day of the year, the summer solstice. Twelve years later, on the same day, their parents were killed in a tragic car accident. Since that day they had lived with their Uncle John and Aunt Martha, two of the most wonderful people on the planet. The 18th birthday gathering became even smaller when their Aunt and Uncle announced they would be going out of town for a few days, leaving the twins in charge, though "not authorized to make any decisions" as Uncle John put it. 

Doing nothing for his birthday was fine with Erik. He had made plans to soak up the early summer sun beside their backyard pool. By the time he walked out there at 10 am, his sister was already stretched out in a lawn chair, reading a college chemistry book. She peered over her sunglasses at him as he walked up.

"Happy birthday my bro," she smiled. "How does it feel to be 18?"

Erik was always overcome by her infectious smile, and he laughed. "It feels about the same, how 'bout for you?"

She put the book down and looked off into the distance. "It feels to me like it's a brand new day, full of excitement and opportunity, everything is different and fresh. Today is the first day of the rest of my life, and I intend to make it great."

Erik smirked at her choreographed message, probably gleaned from one of her power of positive living books. "Yeah, that's what I meant to say," he replied.

Although they were twins, there was little evidence of the fact. Erik was an average student, better in the creative subjects, and had aspirations to be a writer. He was tall, dark and handsome, and had dated about half the girls in high school, though none for very long. He was disorganized, cynical and lacked vision. Amy was a Golden Child, in every way. She had sandy blond hair and was fair skinned, but always seemed to have a golden glow about her, especially in the summer. She was neat, always positive, hyper-organized. Class valedictorian, perfect SAT scores, brilliant in science and math, she would be going to college to major in physics, with a goal of working for NASA. She was beautiful, athletic, and the dream of every boy in high school, but she had dated the same boy since she was 15 years old. His name was Paul; he was the quarterback of the football team, smart, voted best looking in his class. Most people expected them to marry and have incredible children.

It was a gorgeous summer day, and after a few hours Amy went in and made some sandwiches. A full belly and a warm sun sent Erik far into the throes of an afternoon nap, and he was having a sweet dream about an old girlfriend when he felt a wet ball bounce across his chest. He woke with a start and looked up to see his sister grinning down at him.

"Feel like challenging the Backyard Soccerpool World Champion?" she asked.

Erik groaned and rolled over. Backyard Soccerpool was a game they invented several years ago. One player would jump off the diving board while the other drilled a shot at them. The object was to deflect the shot before it hit your body. Amy had invented the game for practice. Amy, who held the high school state record for scoring the most goals in soccer, while Erik played second string goalkeeper. Not only was she the current Backyard Soccerpool World Champion, she was the ONLY holder of that title. 

Erik felt the wet soccer ball bounce off his back. He knew that she wouldn't stop until he agreed to play, the girl was relentless. He dragged himself over to the diving board and jumped, spread eagle across the pool, while Amy took her shot...and something happened that had never happened in the history of Backyard Soccerpool. The ball hit Erik squarely in the nuts. He hit the water gasping, and was just able to drag himself over to the side of the pool as the ache began to set in.

Amy was half giggling and half all out laughing as she gave him a hand out of the pool. "That should count double for me," she said.

"I think it did count double for me," he groaned. He collapsed into the chair and curled into the fetal position while he recovered.

"What is it about being hit down there?" Amy asked as she sat in the chair next to his. "Which...ah... part is it that hurts?"

"It hurts your whole body when you get hit there," Erik said.

"So, that's from being hit in the...p," Amy hesitated and seemed to be nervous. "in the penis part?"

Erik looked over at her incredulously. He was trying to figure out if she was trying to be funny.

"No, it hurts from being hit in the BALLS part," he yelled. "Haven't you ever heard of a guy getting hit in the balls?"

Amy blushed and looked a bit flustered. "I don't know. I guess. I never really understood the whole....balls thing."

The ache in Erik's midsection had not quite peaked yet and he didn't feel much like discussing it, but he was having trouble understanding her.

"What do you mean, you don't understand it?"

Amy blushed again. "Well, you know, the balls thing. Like, are they really balls, are they hard, what are they made of. How big are they. That kind of thing."

Erik studied his sister carefully. The girl with the highest GPA in school history was asking him questions about simple anatomy. Surely she was just fucking with him, but she looked serious.

"They are about the size of a pea, really hard," he said. "They're made of bone."

Amy nodded to herself and looked thoughtful. "Yeah, yeah, I knew that," she said.

Erik couldn't help himself, he burst out laughing. "You've never seen a guy's balls have you?"

Realizing Erik had been testing her and she failed, Amy turned beet red with embarrassment.

"You've been dating Paul for three years, you've never seen his balls?" he asked.

"Yeah, of course, I've seen him, I just wasn't taking notes," she retorted.

Erik studied her closely. He knew his sister all too well. "You're lying," he said. "You've never seen him naked."

She started to refute the claim but realized it was futile.

"Oh my God, you've never had sex!?" he shouted, half laughing. "You've been going out with Paul for three years and you've never had sex!"

Amy stood up and threw the ball toward Erik's head, and he had to stop laughing to deflect the shot. "Shut up," she yelled angrily.

Erik knew when he had pushed her too far. "Okay, take it easy, sis," he said. "I just can't believe you've been dating him all this time and never even seen him naked. I mean, he's the captain of the football team, a total stud."

Amy sat back down and quietly collected herself. Neither of them spoke for a few minutes, and then she broke the silence with a stunner.

"If you like him so much, maybe you should ask him out."

"Ask him out?" he said. "What are you say..."

"Paul is gay," she said.

Erik rolled out of his fetal position and sat up on his chair. "He's gay?" he asked. "How long have you known?"

Amy hesitated again before answering. "I've always known," she said. "He told me three years ago."

Erik stared at his sister in utter disbelief. "Why have you been dating him for three years if he's gay?"

"We've had an....arrangement," she shrugged. "He didn't want his parents to know he's gay — his dad is a minister, you know. And I didn't want guys bothering me. So we've been just dating, as friends."

"Holy cow," Erik said. "I had no idea, I thought you guys were going to get married." He shook his head and let it all sink in. "So why don't you want to go out with other guys."

"I don't know, too much trouble I guess. With school and sports, I didn't want to be...distracted."

Erik shook his head. "Well, I guess that's one way to handle it. So you have never seen a guy naked in your whole life?"

"Of course I have," she smiled. "I've seen you!"

Erik's eyes opened wide.

"Back when we used to take baths together!" she laughed. 

"Ha, I guess my balls WERE about pea size back then," he said. "But aren't you kinda curious about seeing a guy naked who is more than 6 years old?"

"Yes, I am, but at this point I guess I'm a little scared. Paul and I agreed that we would break up today, on my 18th birthday, but I don't even know how to date. Who would want to date me?"

Erik smiled at his modest sister. "Amy, you could date any guy you wanted. There are a ton of guys out there who would be more than happy to get naked for you."

She laughed and blushed. "Yeah, but I just don't want the complication now, I'm going off to college in a month" she said. After a momentary pause, she continued. "Why don't you just take off your shorts and show me?"

The words hit Erik hard. The way she said it he couldn't tell if she was asking or joking, and he was afraid of how to respond either way. As he replayed it in his mind he couldn't even remember exactly what she had said. Finally he formulated a response, deciding to keep it light.

"I don't do free shows," he smiled.

"Ha, too bad," she laughed. "How much do you charge?"

"Too much," he said, feeling a bit awkward at where this was going.

She let it go at that, and they sat in silence for a minute more. The sun had moved into the mid afternoon phase and the heat of the day had passed.

"So how 'bout it?" she said suddenly. 

Erik felt a chill at the question. Was she asking him to get naked? The idea of being naked in front of his sister had never crossed his mind, and now that it had he was getting some weird thoughts.

"How 'bout what?" he asked.

Amy picked up the wet soccer ball and held it in front of him. "How 'bout round two?" she said.

With a mixture of relief and confusion, Erik realized she was talking about Soccerpool. "I think I'll pass this time, my ball-breaking sister. I'm heading for the shower."

Erik headed into the house and back to his room, all the while thinking about what Amy had said and wondering if she was serious at all about seeing him naked. It felt kind of taboo, thinking about being naked in front of your sister, but there was also something about it that was...exciting. As he slipped out of his suit and stepped into the bathroom, he couldn't help but catch his reflection in the mirror, and wonder what Amy would think if she did see him. The summer sun had given him a dark tan and stark tan lines, he was fit and muscular...he looked good naked. He had also had several girlfriends who had told him that he had the nicest looking cock they had ever seen.

Erik and Amy shared a bathroom that was only accessible from their rooms, each had a connecting door. Over time, they had developed a system to avoid problems. The basic rule was to not lock the door on the other sibling's side, because if you forgot to unlock it, then the sibling would have to walk all the way through the hall and then through the other person's bedroom to get to the bathroom. When Erik was in the bathroom, he would close, but not lock, the door on Amy's side. When he was done he would try to remember to open the door on her side to let her know it was available, though at times this was forgotten. A closed door was much easier to deal with than a locked door.

Erik took his time in the shower, mulling things over. At some point about half way through the shower he started having a fantasy of being naked in front of his sister, and he lathered up his hand in warm soap and stroked his wet erection. In his fantasy, he stood in the candlelight, completely naked and fully aroused, and Amy was in her bikini swimsuit, walking slowly over to him. She stopped in front of him, got down on her knees, and looked at his cock. Her eyes got big as saucers, and her mouth fell open in impressed surprise. She licked her lips, just inches from his swelling erection, looked up at him and said, "nice one, bro!"

The words of his own fantasy jolted him back to reality. This is your sister dude, get a grip. He looked down at his hand, and realized what he needed to do was lose a grip.

He sighed to collect himself, rinsed off and stepped out of the shower. The room was fairly steamy, but not as much as he had expected, and he realized with a start that Amy's door was slightly ajar. He could not remember if he had left it open or not. Standing naked, he thought he could see Amy laying on her bed in her room, in a direct line of sight into the bathroom. Instinctively, he reached over to grab the door handle to pull it shut.

Then something happened. Erik stopped with his hand on the doorknob, but didn't pull it shut. He held it for a moment, then he let it go. It was only slightly ajar. If she wanted to look...well, she could look.

Erik loaded up his toothbrush and began brushing his teeth. He pretended to not notice the door was open, and purposely didn't look that way, so he couldn't know if she was looking at him or not. But he felt her eyes, and for the first time in his life, Erik became semi-aroused while brushing his teeth!

His stomach fluttered as he moved into different positions in front of the sink, giving her a variety of poses for his sister, IF she was looking. The thought of her watching him had his heart beating faster, and after ten minutes of the most erotic teeth brushing he had ever experienced, his cock had become rock hard and was pointing skyward. He set the brush down and came up with one more excuse to stand in front of the partially open door, and then he turned and went back to his room.

He stood in the middle of his room, his heart still fluttering wildly, his teeth sore, as he surged back and forth between being aroused and mortified at his exhibitionism. It wasn't like he was aroused by her, he thought. He was only aroused at the idea of her seeing him. If she even did. He cleared his mind and decided to let it go.

He opened his cabinet drawer and looked for a pair of boxers, and just as he did he remembered that he had no clean boxers. They were in the washing machine, he had forgotten to put them in the dryer. He wrapped a towel around his waist, walked to the other side of the house to the laundry room and moved the load to the dryer. He had 30 minutes to wait for dry boxers, so he went into the den to watch some television. On the way there he passed Amy, dressed in her usual casual short shorts and tank top over her bikini.

"That's a nice look for you," she teased. "White towel is definitely in season."

He smiled and struck a pose. "Its called 'waiting on the dryer'," he said.

Erik walked into the den and settled into a bean bag chair in front of the tv. If she had seen him naked, she sure wasn't acting like it, he thought. He was starting to think the whole thing was in his imagination.

He flipped on the tv and found a soccer match, a tight game, tied in the second half. Before long Amy came in and sat on the couch. From her position she was looking toward the tv, but Erik was between her and the tv so he once again began to feel her eyes on him. It was more than a feeling though, because he could see from a reflection in a mirror that she seemed to be looking at his towel covered body as much as she was watching the game. When he had lain down on the bean bag chair he hadn't paid much attention, and looking down now he realized the towel he was wearing was thin, and riding down pretty low on his waist. As he thought about his sister checking him out, he began to feel his cock stiffening up again, and as his cock began to form a shape under the towel he began to get even more aroused. It wasn't long before his stiffening cock began to push the towel up a bit on his waist, and he was stuck between showcasing an obvious erection underneath his towel or making a noticeable, potentially embarrassing shift of some kind. He opted to put his hands behind his head and enjoy the "game."

The game on the television became more and more heated, and he and Amy began pulling for different teams, even setting a wager on the outcome. Late in the game, Amy's team scored a goal to go up one, and then Erik's team had a wild flurry in front of the goal in the waning seconds. When their final shot to tie the game glanced off the posts, Erik forgot where he was and jumped up from his reclined position onto his knees. He screamed in the agony of defeat, looking back at his victorious sister, who had a funny grin on her face. When he gained his senses, he realized why — his towel had fallen away, and he had a half erection bobbing in front of him. He scrambled to get his towel back around him, as Amy roared in laughter. 

"You really lost your shorts on that game," she laughed. "You know what's really funny, this game was taped yesterday, I already knew who won!"

"Ah sis, you are bad," said Erik, still blushing and trying to get covered. "Sorry I lost my towel."

"No need to apologize," she smiled. "I don't think there's anything wrong with seeing your brother naked if it's like an accident, do you?"

"I don't know," Erik said. "I don't have a brother."

She tossed a pillow at him. "You know what I mean."

"Uhh, no, I don't think there is anything wrong with it, if it's an accident and all," he replied.

"It doesn't matter, I really didn't get a good look" she added, looking over her shoulder as she walked out of the room.

Erik found himself once again weighing her words. She didn't get a good look—like she would have liked to get a better look? He sat in the den in the late afternoon light, gathering his thoughts for awhile. He had gone from being reserved about being naked in front of his sister to being obsessed with the idea, all in the course of a few hours. His cock was still hard at the thought of it. He stood up and let the towel fall away, made the conscious decision to walk through the house to the laundry room buck naked and sporting wood. If he had misread her signals he would just suffer the embarrassment.

As fate would have it, Amy was not around, so his naked adventure to the dryer was uneventful. He pulled on a pair of boxers and headed back to his room.

As he walked down the hall to his room, he saw that Amy's door was closed, and he assumed she was in there. He went into his room, laid on his bed and tried to think of something else.

Instead, he dozed off and dreamed. He was taking a hot shower, and he had both hands around a soapy cock that was about twice as large as reality. Suddenly the shower curtain was pushed aside, and there was Amy, dressed in a bikini swimsuit, but it was shiny and glittery. She looked down at his cock and smiled. "How 'bout a round of Backdoor Shower Pool?"

He awoke with a start, in a cold sweat. He tried to gather his senses. It was nearly dark outside, and the house was dead quiet. He felt the overwhelming need to put some cold water on his face.

He walked over to the bathroom and found the door locked. He knocked softly, but there was no answer. Amy wasn't in there, so he was going to have to go around through her room.

He stumbled out into the dark hall and moved toward her room, her door was closed but he could see that the light was on. It was only around 8 pm, so he figured she was still awake, so he knocked softly.

"Come in," Amy sang out with exaggerated enthusiasm.

Erik opened the door and stepped in, and then remembered he was dressed only in boxers. She didn't seemed to mind. She was sitting cross legged on her bed. She had taken off her tank top and was wearing shorts and a bikini top. It always amazed him how neat Amy kept her room, it was always perfect. His room always looked like a bomb hit it.

"Why did you lock the door on my side, you know the rule?" he asked.

"Oh, did I do that?" she asked. "I guess I just enjoy watching my studly brother walk around half-naked."


An Education for Amy



"Right, well you know me, always trying to please," he said. He struck a mock pose for her, flexing his muscles and turning to the side.

Amy clapped and whistled as Erik continued to sashay across to the bathroom. After Erik got inside, he completely forgot why he had gone in there. He unlocked the door on his side, stood there looking at himself for a minute and then walked back into Amy's room.

"Say, how are you bally-thingees doing, are they feeling better yet?" she asked.

"They're doing ok now, thanks," he said.

"If they were still hurting, maybe you could get one of your girlfriends to come over and blow on it," she laughed.

"Blow on it?" he said. 

She got a confused look on her face. "Yeah, blow on it. Like a blow job."

Erik stared at her. "Blowing on it is not a blow job," he said slowly.

"Oh," she said, turning red. "Yeah, I knew that."

Erik walked over to the door, shaking his head in disbelief. He stopped and turned.

"How is it that you seem to know nothing at all about sex?" he asked incredulously. 

"Ahhhhh," she shrieked, putting her head into her hands. "Is it that obvious?"

"Yes, it is quite obvious," he answered. "Shockingly so."

Amy shook her head. Amy, the girl who scored perfect scores on the SAT but didn't know what a blow job was, had no answers. "It's a long story," she mumbled. "Don't worry about it."

Erik could sense her crushing embarrassment and didn't want to push it. He suddenly had the urge to help. He took a deep breath to steady his nerves.

"Look, what you said earlier about how there is nothing wrong with seeing your brother naked by accident....hypothetically, if I was, ah, to accidently lock the door to the bathroom, and you had to come around to my room, and I was asleep on the bed, and I had, ah, kicked the sheets off, then I don't think it would be wrong, for you, to you know.....see me naked."

His heart was beating a million miles and hour and he was shaking as he said it. Erik, the guy who had dated half the girls in his school, who was never at a loss for words, was standing there shaking like an idiot. Amy never looked up at him, and he wondered if he had made a mistake. He turned and walked quietly out of the room.

When he got to his room, he agonized over what he had said. He could still technically back out of this whole thing, simply by not locking Amy's bathroom door. On the other hand, he reasoned, if he locked the door, it would be up to her whether or not she followed through. Breathlessly, he slipped into the bathroom, quietly locked Amy's door, and then went over to his bed. He turned on a small light by the bed, slipped out of his boxers, and lay on the bed. Though he pretended to be asleep, the thought of her coming in and looking at him had his cock standing at nearly full attention.

It was quiet for a long time, and he expected maybe she wouldn't come. Then he heard the footsteps, heard the door open, and heard Amy come in.

He turned his head away and did his best imitation of someone sleeping. He wanted to be looking away so that she would feel comfortable checking him out. He couldn't tell how close she was, but he could sense that she was there. The thought of her there had his mind reeling. He imagined her standing by the bed, licking her lips, maybe caressing her breasts as she looked at him.

After several minutes, he turned his head slightly and looked without fully opening his eyes. She wasn't there. He looked all around the room, but she was nowhere. He did notice that the bathroom door was closed. He walked over and checked it. It was locked. 

Erik pulled on his boxers and made the trek back around to Amy's room. He knocked and walked in, she was on the bed wearing a white silky robe. She smiled and waved when he walked in.

"I guess you got my signal," she said.

"The locked door, yes," he answered. "So is everything ok?" he asked.

"Yes, I guess," she said, looking down. "It just felt weird, to, you know, hypothetically, look at someone who was asleep, it felt kinda weird, hypothetically. I didn't really look."

Erik nodded his assent. "I hadn't thought about it, I guess so."

"Plus, if you're asleep, I wouldn't have a chance to ask you any questions," she said.

"Questions?" he asked. "What kind of questions?"

"You know, about what goes where, what things are for, that kind of thing. Implement the scientific method on the... situation."

Erik was again in disbelief about his sister's innocence. "Amy, I'll make you a deal," he said. "You can make me your scientific experiment, but first you have to tell me why you know nothing about sex."

She hesitated, then nodded, seemingly relieved at the chance. She waved him over to the bed and had him sit down. Before she started she took a deep breath to calm herself.

"A long time ago, when mom was alive, she had a conversation with me," she began slowly and quietly. "About sex. She told me that she wanted me to avoid learning about sex until I was older, because one of the beautiful things about sex is the mystery, and she wanted me to be innocent. She made me promise that I would avoid learning about anything to do with sex until I was old enough. So every time the subject of sex came up, I closed my ears. I figured that 18 was old enough, so I have been keeping that promise."

Erik looked at his sister in shocked silence for a moment. At last he formulated a response. "How old were you when she told you that?" he asked.

Amy looked into her brother's eyes. "I was twelve," she said. "The last time I ever saw her before she died was when I made that promise."

They sat in silence for a long time, as Erik analyzed what she had said. His aunt and uncle were very conservative, he could see where they wouldn't have told her anything. They were pretty strict, limiting the three channels of television they allowed. They lived in a small town. I guess it's possible that she could have blocked out all sexual information. Eventually Erik took Amy's hands into his own.

"I'm sorry for laughing at you," he said steadily. "I would be proud to help you to gain the scientific knowledge of the male anatomy you need to be ready for college."

Amy smiled shyly. "You won't laugh at my questions will you?" she asked.

"No," he said. "Just give me about five minutes and come into my room, ok?"

She nodded, and Erik walked back to his room. He was still reeling from the story she had told about their mom, and he couldn't believe he was going to be his sister's naked guinea pig. But the main reason he wanted five minutes was that he did not want to be aroused when she walked in. He lit some candles, then blew them out and turned on a light. He turned the light off, tried another. He turned that light off and then lit the candles again. He was nervous. He checked the clock. It had been five minutes, he was still aroused, he couldn't get the thought of being naked in front of his hot sister out of his mind. He went to the bathroom and splashed cold water on his face and chest.

When he walked back into the room, she was there, looking beautiful and innocent in her white, knee length robe, sitting half on the bed.

"Okay, are you ready for the show?" he said, taking deep breaths to calm his beating heart.

She nodded, almost eagerly. He walked over within a few feet of her, gave her a quick, nervous smile, and then dropped his boxers to the floor. By the time his boxers had hit the floor, her eyes had become locked in on his cock, and it was almost like he wasn't there anymore. Her eyes got big, and she got an odd smile on her face, and she moved her eyes back and forth in a careful, studious gaze. Her rapt attention was making it hard for him to fight off an erection, and he desperately looked around the room at pictures and objects to distract him. He was doing a pretty good job until she slid off the bed and got down on her knees in front of him, her face coming within a foot of his cock.

"Do you mind if I get close to it like this?" she asked, not taking her eyes off the object of fascination. Not waiting for an answer, she zoomed in for an even closer view, looking from the left, then the right, then curling her head around so she could see his balls.

"No, I don't mind at all," he said back, as he ground his nails into his palms, bit the inside of his cheeks, and tried to think of being in a cold shower. It wasn't working. He had grown to half mast and was rising.

For the first time since he had dropped his boxers, Amy looked up at her brother. "Is it ok if I touch it?" she asked.

Erik became distracted by a vision of his sister slipping her long thin fingers lovingly around his cock, stroking him with both hands gently as his erection grew. He shook his head to clear the thought. "Yes, in the name of science," he said.

He watched as Amy slowly raised up her right hand. She hesitated for just a moment, as Erik held his breath, and then her hand was moving. She whacked the side of his cock with an open palm and giggled as it bounced back and forth in front of her. Then she grabbed it like a toy and shook it back and forth. Erik was part relieved that she was killing his erection, and part concerned that she might hurt him.

She poked and prodded at him some more, and after a while she stopped being silly and giggling and started to getting back to her scientific study. She touched the skin on his cock, squeezed the tip gently, and ran her finger around the ridge of the head. Erik was fighting the good fight against the erection, but when her hand went down and began gently touching his balls he knew he had lost. He could feel his cock stiffening, moving northward, until he had grown to full size and was pointing urgently toward the ceiling. She couldn't help but notice.

"What's happening?" she asked.

Erik looked down at her. "If you play around with it enough, it eventually becomes hard, that's called an erection," he said.

Amy looked surprised. "So that's what that is," she said. "Gee, so you even get an erection when your sister is playing with it?"

Erik blushed. "It has no brain," he said. 

Amy looked up at him playfully. "So it feels good when I touch it?" she said.

"Ah... yes, yes it does," Erik replied.

"Then I'd better be careful," she said. She continued her scientific study.

"So if a blow job is not blowing on it, what is it?" she asked.

"Whoa, I thought this was just a simple anatomy study," he said. He was a little worried where this might go.

"Erik, you've got to help me, I'm going to college in about a month and I'm a sexual dork," she pleaded. "I need you to tell me what happens when you have sex....please?"

He looked down at his sister's pleading eyes. What he really wanted to do was go into the bathroom and jerk off, but his sister was just too persuasive. It wasn't like he wasn't having fun...all in the interest of science.

"Okay, I'll help, but we need to be careful about something," he said. "You're my sister, so we have to draw the line somewhere...so I'll show you what its like to have sex, but without touching."

Her eyes immediately brightened up. "Awesome," she yelled, and jumped up and started running out of the room.

"Where are you going?" he asked.

"To get a note pad, I need to take notes," she said.

"Oh no, there is no way, you're going to have to make mental notes," he said. "What would Aunt Martha do if she found a sex manual in your room?"

Amy stopped, nodded and came back in. "Good point. Okay, first of all, what's a blow job?"

Erik leaned back on the bed and tried to gather his thoughts. "The way that works, is, uh, the guy is standing, or he could be laying down, or kneeling I guess, and the girl, she, well she takes his cock, it's hard you know, with an erection, and she takes it, she sort of, she puts it into her mouth..."

Amy's eyes got big. "She puts it INTO her mouth?" She stole a glance at Erik's growing erection.

"Yes, well, she can, or it can also be, like she could be kissing it, or licking it, like ice cream I guess, and then she puts it into her mouth and she sucks on it, and kind of moves her mouth up and down on it."

Amy looked at Erik suspiciously. "You wouldn't lie to me?"

Erik sighed with exasperation. When he turned his head he noticed a banana on his nightstand, he had brought it up earlier but forgot to eat it. "Here, I'll show you," he said. He peeled the banana back and handed it to Emily.

"Okay, now pretend this is my...pretend this is a guy's cock," he stammered. "Just get down on your knees and imagine him standing in front of you, and then just kiss it and lick it."

Amy obediently got down on her knees in front of him, and she lifted the banana up and licked the top, stifled a giggle, and then licked it and kissed it some more. As she let the banana slide over her lips into her mouth, her gaze found Erik's cock, as if she was measuring and imagining what it would be like to have the real thing. Her eyes never left his cock as she moved the banana in and out, following his occasional instructions on where and how to lick. He could see that she was starting to understand the principle, and her blushing told him that she was getting into it. His eyes never left the scene either, watching her mouth moving over the banana just six inches away from his cock. It wasn't long before he had another vision.

In the vision, he reached down and took the banana away and tossed it aside. Amy looked up at him, confused at first, but when she saw the look in his eyes she knew what to do. She took a long slow lick around the top of his cock, then opened her mouth and ravenously took him in, licking and sucking him with a passion. He fought the urge to release into his sister's mouth, and the longer he resisted the bigger the buildup grew. His hands came up to grip the sides of her head and he began bucking his hips harder and faster, until he was nearly throwing her head back and forth on his cock, and she was looking up at him with eyes that begged for more, and then he exploded into her mouth, literally, a fountain of fantasy cum that filled her mouth and then poured out over her face, flowed down inside her bathrobe, gallons upon gallons that just kept coming...

"So am I doing this right?" came a voice that jolted him out of his reverie. 

"Ah, yes, you're doing perfectly," he answered.

"I can kind of see how this would be nice for the guy," she said. "Does this make a guy's...banana feel really good?" she asked.

Erik was struggling to maintain. "That banana is in heaven," he answered.

"What would make it better?" she asked.

Erik could think of a few things, but he choose to keep it clean. "Guys also like it when you make eye contact, and say things, like tell them you really like sucking their cock, stuff like that," he said, his heart fluttering.

Amy let this sink in for a moment, and then she looked up at him with her pretty brown eyes, and slowly, seductively, she said "mmm, I love sucking on you... Mr. Chiquita."

Erik couldn't help but laugh, relieved at the break in sexual tension.

"So that's what oral sex is, right?" said Amy. "When you talk about sex?"

"No, oral sex is like giving a blow job to a guy, or when a guy goes down on a girl," Erik replied.

"What does that mean, going down?" she asked.

"That's when a guy, he goes down on a girl...he gets down between her....legs, and she like, she lays back and he uses his tongue on..." Erik could tell from her odd look that she had no idea what he was talking about. It wasn't the easiest thing to explain. "I'll have to show you, lay down on your back on the bed, with your head propped up where you can see," he said.

Amy obliged, still holding onto her banana friend. Her robe hung loosely about her as she laid on the bed, coming up just above her knees.

Erik climbed onto the bed on his knees, between her legs, carefully easing himself down so his head was positioned above her waist but he was not touching her.

"The guy gets down here, in this position, and he takes his tongue, and he kind of, he moves up and down...," Erik got tongue tied talking about it. "Damn, this is hard to explain."

Amy laughed. "Well it sounds interesting," she said. "Maybe you need a banana."

Erik looked at her for a moment and then got an idea. "Hey, maybe you're right," he said.

He took the banana from her and set it down in the groove between her legs, but over the robe. The arc of the banana fit perfectly. Then he eased his face down until he was just above her, and he stuck out his tongue and took a long, slow lick of the banana that was in the groove of her crotch. He had maintained the no contact rule, but could do a better job emulating the act than trying to explain it. She was looking at him like he was crazy.

"Bro, I'm not really sure where this is going, but I'm not feeling too good about having that banana there," she said.

Erik blushed and go back up on his knees, looking down on her. "I'm sorry, I was just trying to give you an idea what it was like."

"I figured that out," she smiled. "But I don't want a wet banana all over my bathrobe, I just washed it. Can I open the robe up so I don't get banana stains?"

Erik felt the bottom of his stomach drop out, he was not prepared for this. She was such a neat freak. "Amy, ah, I don't think its a good idea for you to be naked right now."

Amy rolled her eyes at him, moved the banana, pulled the tie loose and opened the robe up. His expectations were wrong, she was wearing a bra and panties underneath.

"Dude, what kind of perv do you think I am?," she laughed. "I'm not getting naked in front of my brother."

Erik couldn't help but return the smile. "Yeah, naked in front of a sibling, that would be perverted."

"Never mind that," she replied, handing him the banana. "Get back to the lesson."

Erik hesitated for a moment, enjoying his position looking down at his sister. She looked stunning, lying there in silky pink underwear. He said the words before he could stop himself. "Amy, you really have a very, very beautiful body."

She grinned at him sweetly. "Thanks Erik. You do too, I guess, though I don't have anything to compare it to."

Erik laid the banana in place over Amy's panties, and to help accommodate him she spread her legs just a bit. He moved his head back into place and said, "Ok, this is sort of what happens when a guy has oral sex with a girl, or goes down on her. Sometimes people call it eating her out."

Amy's eyes got big again.

"Just an expression," he added.

He could feel himself tremble a bit as he moved his tongue toward her. He started at the bottom of the banana and licked his way to the top, moved it back and forth and then up and down again. While he found the experience to be incredibly arousing, he could also sense that she had no idea what the point of all this was. He wanted her to understand, so when his tongue got back down to the bottom of the banana, he leaned into it harder, pressing the banana hard up against her, and as he moved up, the banana shifted up a bit with him, creating some friction up against her. The first time he did it, her mouth dropped open just a bit. The second time, her eyes fluttered. The third time he could see her biting her lip.

He continued to use the banana, pressing it hard up against her, moving it up and down and side to side, and her reaction told him that she was starting to get what the point was. Her legs drifted open further, and she moved a hand behind her head and got a warm glow on her face. Each time he pushed the banana with his tongue, he could feel her react, and eventually he felt her moving her hips against him, creating more contact and friction. He eyes closed and her long, slim fingers found their way to her lips.

The grinding between tongue, banana, and Amy was getting so strong that Erik felt the need to let up some before the banana got crushed. His mouth was watering and he did not want to stop. In his mind, Erik was visualizing another scenario, one that involved him devouring the banana in one fell swoop, pulling her panties aside and plunging his tongue inside her, tasting her sweet saltiness and showing her what oral sex was REALLY like.




An Education for Amy



He cut the vision short and brought his mind back to the reality, the one where he was supposed to be giving a sex education seminar, not having sex with his sister. That could NOT HAPPEN, he reminded himself. He eased his mouth away from the banana and her now warm, banana stained panties and lifted himself back on his knees. He wiped his mouth for banana damage and watched his sister slowly open her eyes and return from the banana induced reverie. She smiled down at him.

"I think I am going to like being eaten," she said. "Oral sex is much better than I thought."

"Yeah, that was just a start," Erik said. "Its different without panties, and you can do it standing up, or sitting down, or get in the 69 position."

Amy's mouth fell open. "There are 69 different positions for oral sex?"

Erik grinned and held up a hand. "No sis, not that many. I'll explain another time."

Erik took a deep breath to calm his nerves. "Okay, now I'll show you some basic positions for having intercourse," he said, trying to sound as clinical as possible. "Just remember when we're doing this, we can't touch each other like this, it would be wrong."

"Absolutely," Amy agreed. "You are so great to do this for me."

"Well, its not like its hard," he started and then looked down at his erection and half grinned. "I mean, its not like its work."

She looked again at his hard cock. "Does it hurt when its like that?" she asked.

"No, and don't let any guys tell you that it hurts to have a hard on and not have an orgasm," he said. "It feels great."

"Good," she smiled back at him. He could not get over how sexy his sister looked, laid back on the bed, her robe hanging loosely off of her. He needed to refocus.

"First, I'll show you the missionary position," he said. "In this position, the man is on top, the woman is on the bottom, and.... wait, you do understand about the whole intercourse thing?" he said. "The man puts his cock into the woman's pus...is it ok if I say pussy instead of vagina?"

"Yes, and yes, I do have the general understanding of the mechanics," she smiled. "Please go on."

"Okay, so you lay back and I'll get on top, but I'll hold myself up above you," he said.

He climbed into position above her, which required him to exert some energy to avoid contact. Their bodies were aligned on the bed, but he kept his weight on his knees and his hands so he stayed clear above her. It was sort of like being stuck in a half push up, except for the being naked with a hard on part. It was also difficult to talk, so he kept it brief, just explaining the basic mechanics of how the guy would use his hips to move his cock in and out of her. She listened carefully.

"Another position is when you stay on your back, but I get up on my knees, and I would hold your waist and sort of lift you into my lap," he said, demonstrating as best he could with no contact.

She eyed the angle of his cock. "But how would that work, the way your cock is pointing?" she asked.

"Even when its hard, it's still flexible," he explained, and he used a thumb to push his cock down so it was more perpendicular to his body. She seemed impressed.

"Now a lot of women like to be on top, so let me show you how that works," he said. He rolled over onto his back on the bed. "Okay, now you get above me and straddle me."

She did as she was told, moving up onto her knees, her pussy directly above his swollen cock.

"From here, you can control the motion, so you would be moving up and down on top of my...ah, the guy's cock."

"So your cock would be sticking straight up, like this," she said, her hand grasping the tip of his cock and pulling it straight up. "And I would be moving up and down on it like this," she added, as she used her athletic legs to push her body up and down, her pink panties coming within a few inches of his cock. Her silky robe was draped over his legs and each time she moved up and down they tickled his thighs, his groin, even his balls.

"That's right," he rasped. "Don't forget, no touching though." 

She didn't let go right away, it was obvious that she enjoyed having her hand on him. She was also enjoying the effect she was having on him. She moved her fingers from the tip, running them down the length of his cock, then back up to the tip, where she held him for just another moment. She caught his eye and gave him a mischievous grin.

"Oops, got carried away there," she giggled, letting his cock go back down. "That thing is pretty flexible."

It took Erik a second to catch his breath. "Yes, it will actually bend all the way back, so if you were on top like this and laid back on my legs that would still work. Or you could even turn around and face the other way, that's called the reverse cowgirl."

This she had to see, so she moved around into that position. From there Erik could only marvel at the delicate slope of her back. He was dying to reach out and touch and caress her ass, but he held himself back. No touching, he thought.

"Another position is doggy style, in that one you get on all fours and I get behind you," he said. Following his lead, they moved into that position, taking care to not touch. "Men like this position, it feels good from this angle, and their hands are free to roam."

"Roam where?" she asked, craning her neck around from her position in front of him.

"Well, they can move their hands around here," he said, moving his hands above and around her ass. "Or they might reach around and rub their breasts."

She mulled that vision for a few moments. "Can you do it standing up?" she asked.

"Yes, that's another way," he said, sliding out from under her and standing up beside the bed. "Basically, anyway that you can imagine that would get the...right parts aligned is a potential position," he said.

She got up and stood in front of him. "But you are so much taller than me, it doesn't look like that would work."

"Well there are ways to make it work," he continued. "I could stand and sort of hold you up in the air, and you could wrap your legs around me. Or if you turned around and bent over some it would make the angle right."

She looked a bit confused.

"Come over here, I'll show you," he pointed over to his dresser, which had a waist high surface and a mirror above that. They walked over and he turned her away from him and had her put her hands down on the cabinet top so she was bent over slightly at the waist. Then he moved in behind her so she could see how that would work. They looked at their reflection in the mirror.

"So...your ah, cock, would still be able to go into my.." she stopped briefly to giggle. "...my pussy from that angle?"

"Yes, its actually one of my favorite positions," he said. "It allows you to go very deeply inside, and your hands are free to do...well, whatever."

She looked at him in the mirror. "So what would you usually be doing with your hands?" she asked.

"Well, in this case I'd probably be undressing you, since you still have clothes on," he said. "But usually I would be rubbing your shoulders, or caressing your back, or I would have my hands on your hips so I could push myself in and out of your...you know."

"Mmmm," she nodded. Her eyes seemed to glaze over as she looked at their reflection in the mirror, imagining the scene he described. She was lost in thought for several moments. "Can you....show me that?" she said slowly.

Erik looked at her in the mirror. She sensed his reservation.

"With this robe on, you wouldn't really be touching me," she said carefully.

He was aching to touch her, for him all he needed was a reason to break his own rule. She had given it to him. Besides, it wasn't like sexually touching, it was more like a massage. 

Without further discussion, he brought his hands up to her shoulders and gently rubbed them through the silky robe. He could feel her body respond, her muscles relaxing under his hands. As he moved his hand down her back, he watched her in the mirror, her robe hanging slightly open, her taut, athletic body moving slightly as he massaged her. By the time his hands had reached her lower back, she had relaxed to the point where she leaned back against him, arching her back a bit. He became dizzy as he suddenly realized that his cock had come to rest against her. He knew that she could feel his hardness up against her, and she wasn't pulling back. He again rationalized that the robe was keeping them apart, so it was ok.

By the time his hands reached her hips, he had lost the ability to pretend. He pulled her toward him, grinding her ass back into his cock, and he lifted her up and down just slightly. As the moment became more heated, their eyes became locked on one another in the mirror, each noticing the combination of passion and fear in the other's eyes. Erik made a conscious decision to let her decide. He closed his eyes, it was up to her to decide whether to stop.

Behind his closed eyes, Erik saw his sister in front of him at the mirror, naked, impaled on his cock. Her mouth was wide open, her eyes closed, and his hands were gripping her hips tightly, lifting her up so that she was just barely balanced on the tip of his cock, and then thrusting her slowly, but steadily down on his shaft, not stopping until he was all the way in, and each time he filled her she would let out a soft, sexy mixture of a sign and a groan. The look on her face was almost unsettling, it was as if the cock sliding inside her felt so good it almost hurt, and she was obviously on the edge of a complete loss of control. Her mouth stayed wide open, and the sounds she made were some sort of combination of gasping, moaning, screaming and sighing.

When he opened his eyes again to reality he saw his sweet sister again, wearing the robe and the underwear, and he knew he was going to have to put on the brakes. He moved his hands up from her hips and back to her back, and then eased his rock hard cock away from her. It was not easy, and he could tell by the mixture of disappointment and relief on her face that she shared his torture. He felt her take a deep breath.

"Whew, its getting kinda hot in here," she said. "Thank you for showing me that position, that is one I will remember."

"My pleasure," he said.

"I could tell," she replied.

"All for science," he replied.

"Indeed," she grinned.

He needed to get some distance from her, so he walked back over to the bed and lay back on the pillows. She walked over and sat on the edge of the bed.

"So that's the introductory seminar," he said. "What did you think?"

"I think I have a lot to learn," she said. "But I think I have a great brother for doing this."

"What do you think was your favorite position?" he asked, thinking she would say the one by the mirror.

She contemplated carefully. "I liked the standing, but I think my favorite is when I'm on top, straddling you," she said. "I had another question about that."

"Ask away," he said.

"Ok, well when I am in that position..., like here," she said, climbing into position on top of him, but staying suspended above him. "What should I be doing with my hands? I don't know where to put them."

Erik looked up at his sister straddling him. "This position is a real turn on for a guy because he can sit back and look at how beautiful the girl's body is. I think it's a real turn on when she puts her hands into her hair, and also when she caresses her breasts."

"Okay, let me try that and you tell me how I do," Amy said. "First I've got to get out of this, I'm sweating." As she spoke the words, Amy shrugged her shoulders back and the silky robe drifted off her body, leaving her straddling him with nothing but a bra and panties. After it had fallen away she appeared to have second thoughts. "Is that ok?" she asked Erik.

"Yes, that's very ok," Erik said. He wanted to tell her that she looked incredibly fuckable, but he held off on that.

Amy began to slowly gyrate her hips above Erik's cock, simulating intercourse without contact. Following his advice, she moved her hands up into her hair, running her fingers through.

"Guys like it when you moan too," said Erik, more for his satisfaction than her education.

Amy nodded and started to moan with the rhythm of her movements, up and down above him. She moved her hands down over her breasts, rubbing them through her bra, and Erik was treated to the sight of Amy's beautiful nipples coming to full attention. He briefly thought about explaining how guys liked to lick and suck nipples, but he thought better of it. He decided just to relax and enjoy the show, and Amy seemed to be enjoying herself, and was in no hurry. He gave her occasional tips on how and what to do, which had mostly become self serving. Still, if it turned him on it was good advice. And it was apparent that he was still very much turned on.

Erik noticed that Amy had suddenly stopped moving up and down above him and was looking at his cock curiously. He looked down and noticed that a drop or two had formed on the end of his cock.

"Are you having an orgasm thing?" she asked.

"No, if that was happening you'd see me thrashing around, and there is a lot more semen that comes out," he said. "That is called pre-cum, and it kind of oozes out when a man is aroused."

"Is it made of the same stuff as the semen?"

"Yes, I think it's pretty much the same stuff."

She looked at the glistening drops with curiosity. "May I?" she asked, holding up a finger.

"Yes," he answered.

She dipped down with her finger, dabbing the fluid on the tip of his cock. She rubbed it between her finger and thumb, feeling the slickness of it. Then she lifted her finger up to her mouth and tasted it.

"Mmm, salty," she whispered. Her eyes went back to look at his cock again, and then suddenly she leaned over to one side. Erik reached up and grabbed her before she fell over, and she sat down on his thighs, still straddling him.

"Ah, got dizzy all of a sudden," she said.

"Did you eat any dinner?" he asked.

"No, I guess I forgot," she said. "I had no idea it had gotten this late, its 11:30."

"I forgot to eat too," he said. Erik reached over and grabbed the banana off the bed and handed it to her. She split it in two and handed half to Erik, and they shared a birthday dinner, her half naked and him all the way. They laughed and joked about the used banana they were eating, and the sexual tension was temporarily abated. While she still looked erotic eating the banana, Erik was impressed once again about just how easy his sister was to be around. It was no small wonder that all the guys at school would die to date her.

They finished their impromptu dinner and sat quietly for a moment in the candlelit darkness. Erik became lost in his thoughts for a moment, and then he noticed that Amy was tearing up.

"Amy, what's wrong?" he asked.

Amy took a breath to calm down. "This has been wonderful Erik. But now, I'm wondering if I made a mistake following Mom's advice. I feel like I've missed out on so much."

Erik sat up and pulled Amy toward him in an embrace. The rules of contact were forgotten. "Amy, the truth is I think Mom gave you a wonderful gift. I think you are going to enjoy sex so much as you experience it now, when you are old enough to really appreciate it."

"That's true I guess, but I just feel like I'm so far behind," she said.

"Amy, what I've shown you tonight is the mechanical process of sex," he said softly. "There is so much more to it than that. When two people who love each other, who have a committed relationship, get together to have sex, there is so much touching, and caressing and kissing...and loving. Some day you will find a man who will share that with you, and because you've waited, you will enjoy it so much more."

She smiled at him and hugged him closely. Her legs straddled his and his cock was pressed up against her, and their arms were wrapped around each other. When they released the hug they stayed joined at the midsection, and their faces stayed just inches apart. They stayed in that posture for a long, long time. 

Erik felt an unbelievable passion that he fought to control. He knew that all he had to do was to lean forward, softly kiss her lips, and then they would be locked in a torrid embrace. He would roll over on top of her, and kiss her again, and then kiss her cheek, and her neck and work his way down her chest, tearing her bra off and lavishing attention on her nipples. He would continue down with unabated passion, kissing and licking her stomach, before finally making his way down to her panties, which he would rip off, and then he would plunge his tongue inside her until she begged him to stop, begged him to take her in his arms, begged him to enter her. And then he would, plunging his four-hour erection deep inside her, making love to her softly and sweetly, but ardently, and in every position they had rehearsed, and a few they hadn't, all night long.

Luckily, she broke the silence before that happened.

"If you weren't my brother," she said softly, "I would want you to be the one."

He looked into her eyes, loving her but hating that she was his sister. "If you weren't my sister, I'd already have been the one."

They separated slowly, both regretting it, but knowing it had to be. She rose up from the bed, found her robe and put it on. She leaned over and kissed him on the cheek.

"Night bro," she said softly. "Happy birthday."

"Same to you sis," he said.

Then she was gone, leaving him to his thoughts. The longer she was away, the easier it was to realize that not having wild sex with her was the right thing to do. But it wasn't making his erection go down any. He looked over at the clock. It was 12 pm, midnight, end of the longest day of the year.

Erik awoke at 8 am the next day, the sun peeling through the windows. As he groggily came into consciousness, he became aware that he was still naked, lying on top of the sheets. He looked across the room, and there was Amy, completely naked, in the doorway of the bathroom. She was holding a banana, and was slowly sliding it in and out of her mouth, her eyes locked on his cock. He reached down and found his cock with his hand, and began to slowly, firmly jack off his cock, showing off for his sister. Her eyes sparkled with approval, and he moved faster, feeling his orgasm building quickly, and then he was peaking, and his orgasm exploded loose, pouring out all over him and the bed, warm, wet liquid everywhere, while his sister licked and sucked on the banana.

Erik woke at 8:05, startled awake by an incredible wet dream. He looked over at the bathroom door, it was closed. Had that happened? It seemed so real. It was clear that he had indeed had an orgasm, the bed sheets were a wreck. He shook off the cobwebs and went in and took a shower.

He did not see Amy that morning, she had things she had to do. He didn't see her in the afternoon, because he had things to do, and his aunt and uncle were coming home just before dinner. He wasn't sure if Amy was avoiding him, and he wasn't sure that wasn't a bad idea. At any rate, by the time his aunt and uncle came home and the four of them sat down to dinner, it was an uncomfortable situation for both of them. Erik sensed that Amy was pretending the previous night didn't happen, and he was fine with that.

So dinner was a quiet affair. There was one moment where Aunt Martha asked what they did on their birthday, and Erik and Amy shared a smile. 

Erik was so nervous about Amy that he didn't really notice that Aunt Martha and Uncle John were unusually apprehensive. So he was unprepared with what happened after dinner.

"Erik, Amy, we need to have a serious talk about something," Uncle John said.

The first thing that popped into Erik's mind was that somehow Uncle John and Aunt Martha had found out about their little sex ed class, and they were in big trouble. When he looked over at Amy, he could tell by the look of horror in her eyes that she was thinking the same thing. 




An Education for Amy



The room was silent for a moment as Uncle John gathered his thoughts. "We have raised you as our children for the past 6 years, and we don't regret that at all," he said. "You've been wonderful kids, and have grown up to be exceptional adults."

He took a deep breath and continued. "When your folks died, we were entrusted to make decisions about your lives, and there was one that we agonized over. We made a decision many years ago to wait until you were 18 to talk to you about this."

Erik glanced over at Amy, and they both seemed a bit relieved, since this didn't appear to be a speech about incest. But he also noted that she looked confused and anxious.

"Erik, Amy, you were adopted," Uncle John said. "Your parents couldn't have children, so they adopted you. I'm not sure when, or if they ever planned to tell you, but we made the decision to tell you after your 18th birthday."

The room was quiet while this information sank in. Erik and Amy caught eyes a few times, but they were both in a state of shock.

Uncle John continued. "Now your parents did save the files on your adoptions, and I feel like you are old enough to make your own decisions about whether or not you want to find out who your real parents are. I'm just going to give them to you and let you decide."

He handed a file to Erik and one to Amy. The twins sat there looking at the files, neither making a move forward. After a moment of silence, Amy spoke up.

"Why would the adoption agency have two different files when we were twins?" she asked.

Aunt Martha spoke up. "Actually there were two different adoption companies," she said.

Erik got a funny feeling, a hair raising on the back of his neck, and odd flutter of the heart. He hadn't put it together yet, but something was happening. Amy was looking down at the file.

"Two different adoption companies?" Amy asked. "Why would there be two different companies for one set of twins?"

"Well, actually, there were two companies because you and Erik were adopted from different families," Uncle John said.

Erik could feel the blood boiling up in his face. "But weren't we both born on the same day?" he asked incredulously.

"Yes, that's true, but the common birthday was just a totally random coincidence," Uncle John said. "Your parents always believed it was a good omen that the two adoptions they arranged just happened to be born on the same day."

Erik could feel the blood pumping through his veins. He suddenly felt every single hair on his body stand up at attention. And he suddenly had a vision, one that he needn't be ashamed of. He looked over at Amy, and she was gazing steadfastly in his direction. 

Uncle John and Aunt Martha probably figured that the two siblings were lost in their thoughts about who their real parents might be, and whether or not they would want to find out. Uncle John and Aunt Martha were wrong.

Amy stood up, walked over to Uncle John and Aunt Martha, and handed him the file. She hugged both of them warmly. "I have already had four wonderful parents," she said. "You are my parents now, and you are the best parents a girl could hope for." 

She turned and walked over to where Erik was standing. She stopped in front of him, looking into his eyes. And then she leaned in and gave him a warm, sisterly hug. And as she did, she leaned in and whispered six sweet, soft words into his ear.

"I'll leave the bathroom door open."