The following fictional story is being reposted by Mr Double. If you are the author of this story and would like to receive proper recognition (an Author's Page at my website), contact me at mrdouble@ix.netcom.com. 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....