Continuation of the story 'The Beginning' posted last week. Please read that one first or this entry will make no sense. Also please excuse the typo at the beginning of the second-to-last paragraph of the previous entry where I refer to my sister as 'Krista.' The first draft of the story I gave her that name and missed it when I changed it before submitting. Esther and Jonah are our real names.
So here's the second part of the story about me and my sister that I started telling last week. To the reader looking for some hot action, you're going to be disappointed. Eventually things did develop with me and my sister, but I feel like I owe it to her to give you the background first. This isn't some smutty story about incest. The reason I'm sharing this with all of you is to let you all know a little bit about me and my life and how a brother and sister can have a wonderful loving relationship that includes a sexual component. I know there are probably many critics out there who think that it's sick or wrong for siblings to share that kind of intimacy, and who knows? Maybe in some cases it's not healthy. All I know is that in my case it was a beautiful loving experience that made me and my sister both better more well adjusted people.
Let me start by telling you a bit more about me and my sister. She and I are both quite introverted, she more than I. We're a bit bookish and nerdy resulting from our relative isolation growing up. In social settings neither of us do much to call attention to ourselves. However, while I will occasionally strike up conversation with someone, Esther will rarely speak unless spoken too. She's not stuck up at all, just very shy. As her brother though, I've gotten to know a different side of her. She's very smart and funny and has a bit of a wild streak when it comes to taking risks (riding bareback on her horse, jumping off a tall tree into a shallow pond etc.) If you get to know her and get her talking about something she's really interested in, like history or Mozart (she's a very good pianist) she can talk your ear off. She's very humble and kind and has such a good heart. She is very generous and cares about people very deeply. Whoever ends up marrying her will be one lucky guy.
In appearance you would probably find us both quite unremarkable. Although I think my sister is beautiful I have the benefit of knowing her inner beauty in addition to observing her outward appearance. At the time these events took place she was about an inch or so taller than me. I hit puberty a bit after her so it took me another year to catch up and eventually overtake her. We both had light brown hair and fair skin that can get pretty dark in the summer. She got my dads' blue eyes though while I ended up with plain old brown. We're both fairly skinny I guess, one of the benefits of growing up active on a strong country diet. I've developed a more masculine figure since this took place, but at 14 I still had the frame of a boy. My sister however had started to fill out and had graduated out of a training bra a year or so before. While she didn't have the knock out figure that some of you may imagine she had a flat stomach and curves in all the places that a woman should. Now back to the story.
After the events of the car ride home that Friday night I was still pretty freaked out about the whole thing. I felt very guilty after I masturbated that night, but every time I thought about it I started to get hard all over again. I refused to touch myself however, believing that if I did so while thinking about Esther that I was committing some kind of sin. I had trouble looking her in the eye even though it seamed like she went out of her way to be nice to me over the next few days. On Monday afternoon after lessons she went into her room and closed her door and didn't come out for several hours, which was unusual. After dinner that night she stopped by my room to say good night. She stayed in the doorway looking at me for several seconds until finally turning around to leave, but as she did I heard her casually say, 'Look under your pillow.'
I immediately slid my hand under the pillow and pulled out an envelope with my name on it. I have kept that envelope and the note it contained ever since. It read as follows (slightly edited for punctuation):
I just want you to know that you don't need to worry about what happened on the way home from [name omitted] on Friday night. I've been thinking a lot about it over the past few days and I've realized that you are just like any normal guy your age and you shouldn't feel bad or guilty for your body functioning in a normal and natural way. I know that you are growing up and must be experiencing changes and curiousness just like me. I hope you don't think I'm weird for saying this, but I think it's really cool and kind of exciting. Don't you?
I don't want to make you uncomfortable in any way, which is why I'm writing this note and not just talking to you like I normally would. To be honest I'm a bit nervous about how you've been feeling about what happened. I've noticed you've been avoiding me. I hope that's just because you're as nervous as I am and not that you're mad or anything, but I have to tell you something; for the last few months I've been dying to have someone to talk to about this stuff. I wish I could talk to Mom or Dad, but as you know, they seem pretty closed off on the subject, not to mention kind of old fashioned. I'd like to ask if you would be ok talking about these kinds of things with me.
Please write back and let me know how you feel one way or the other. I know that talking about this kind of stuff with your sister might seam a little weird so if you're not comfortable just let me know and I'll drop the subject and never bring it up again. Whatever you decide, please know that I love you very much and never want to do anything that would make you feel that you are not anything other than the greatest brother I could wish for. I love you so much.
As I read the note I felt like a huge burden had been lifted off of me. I almost felt like crying. I read it at least five more times before I put it back in the envelope and tucked it into a small box I kept in one of my desk drawers. I quickly wrote her a reply.
My sister kept that note just like I kept the one from her. She knows I'm writing this article and e-mailed me a copy that she typed up from the original. It reads as follows (please excuse the immature writing style):
Thank you soooo much for the note. I have to apologize for being so distant lately. After the 'car ride incident' I haven't really known what to think. I guess I have had a lot to think about since then and never really expected any of this to happen and didn't know how to react when it did happen. I was so afraid that you would be mad at me and hate me and I guess I was still scared up until I got your note. I feel like a weight has been lifted off me. You're the greatest sister for being so understanding (along with all the other things that make you great)!
To answer your question, yes I would be open to talking with you about 'stuff' as you put it. Whenever you want to talk is fine with me. My door is always open (and if it isn't just knock).
Thanks again. You are such an awesome sister and I love you sooo much!!!
I thought about taking it straight to her, but though she might already be asleep so I kept it until morning and passed it to her when we passed in the hallway.
She gave me a huge smile and a hug when she came down for breakfast which made me feel about ten feet tall. We were both grinning at each other over our cereal and so giddy through our morning lessons that my mom threatened to sell us the gypsies. As soon as lessons ended Esther asked me if I wanted to go for a walk and we headed out the door.
Again, sorry this story doesn't contain any masturbation, but don't worry. The next one will. Please comment if you feel lead. I'm curious to know what people think about this subject.