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?Elizabeth?s story: sibling love?Background: I am Elizabeth. Today, I am a happily married woman, age 27 with two small children. The story I am about to tell occurred almost exactly ten years ago, during my senior year in high school, within a year of my stepdad?s death in Afghanistan.Events occurred that I did not plan, and I am not necessarily proud of. My husband, whom I adore, knows about these events, and not only understands, but actually finds them stimulating and exciting. He asked me to write and publish this story.As I look back, ten years later, I both regret and cherish some of the experiences my stepbrother and I shared. I have often wondered if something can be wrong and beautiful at the same time. I think I have come to the conclusion that it can be. In a very real sense, this experience was both; at least to me it was.I expect most of you will quickly decide that what my stepbrother and I did was wrong. You may, or may not decide it was also beautiful. I actually understand if you decide this was simply wrong. Remember, things are often more complex when you are experiencing them, than they might appear to an outside observer years after the fact. I never met my biological father. My mother got pregnant in high school, and refuses to tell me any details of who my biological father is or was. I suspect that mom actually does not know. I suspect that she was involved with more than one boy, and is not certain whose seed grew inside her. I was only*four when mom married my step dad. My step brother, who is nine months younger than I am, was just three years old. Gary's biological mother, Dad's first wife, was killed in a traffic accident when Gary was a baby. Neither Gary nor I really remember a time before we were together as family. We grew up together. And although we are not biologically related, emotionally, we are as close as siblings can be.We lose our father: Even before my stepdad was killed, it was pretty much just my mom, my stepbrother and me at home most of the time. Dad was a career military officer who spent extended periods of time deployed overseas. Since many of his deployments were to war zone areas, the rest of the family remained back in the states. We often lived in military housing, either on the base or immediately off the baseDad was a good man, who loved his country and had a strong sense of duty. He truly believed that the actions of our military served to make the world a better place. Me, I am not so sure. But this story is not about political debates surrounding the U.S. military.As a military officer, my father was a stern, complex man, who was difficult to get to know. He would pray to his God one moment; and then drink and cuss the next.He also had a difficult time showing any vulnerability, emotional or otherwise. I know he loved us all; but at times he struggled with precisely how to show that love.Dad was deployed in the original ?desert storm? and ?desert shield?, and also served during the second Iraq invasion before being deployed to Afghanistan. We received word that Dad was killed shortly after my seventeenth birthday, the summer before my senior year in high school. His vehicle had encountered a road side bomb. He did not survive the attack.The news of my father?s death was a devastating blow to me personally; but I seemed to be able to deal with the loss much better than my mother or my younger stepbrother. Mom fell into a bottle, became a heavy drinker, and was ?passed out drunk? most nights by eight o'clock. I felt sorry for my mom, but really did not know what, if anything, I could do to help her deal with this loss.Gary had just turned*sixteen at the time, seemed to take the loss very hard. Gary had been a good student, active in sports, and really never got into any trouble prior to Dad?s death. Before Dad?s death, Gary Başakşehir escort bayan talked about attending the Air Force Academy and making the military his career, similar to his father. But his plans and his behavior changed significantly that summer.Gary?s demise coincided with the news of Dad?s death, and I am convinced was a direct result of it. Since mom was not in any condition to help anyone most nights, I felt that it was my responsibility to help guide Gary through this grief and get him ?back on track?, so to speak.Despite my strongest objections, Gary quit the basketball team, where he had been one of the better forwards on the team. He also started drinking and smoking marijuana. Now neither of these are unusual or that horrific for teenage boys, but the change in Gary was clear and evident, and the direction he was heading was not good. Gary also made it clear that he was no longer interested in the military as a college choice or as a career.On the other hand, although I felt a terrible loss, I decided the best way to ?honor my stepfather?s death and life? was to continue to be the daughter he wanted me to be. That meant continuing to do well in school, stay active in sports, and go to college as he and I had planned all along. It would be a tragedy*that his dying in defense of America would lead to his own daughter?s future being derailed. As you will read, if you elect to continue with me on my ?stroll down memory lane?, is that I largely succeeded; but I did allow myself to get involved in something which I fear my stepfather would have strongly disapproved; my stepbrother.At age seventeen, I was an attractive, budding young woman with a sleek, athletic build. I was captain of the girl?s volley ball team, and had a tall, slender figure with firm, perky breasts that were starting to develop nicely. I had*a nice butt and long legs. I am not conceited about my looks, but these are just the objective facts. I had (and still have) a pretty face with blond hair and green eyes. I had a sweet, innocent, ?wholesome? look about me. Yes, objectively speaking, I was, and still am, quite pretty.I was naïve and inexperienced with boys. Using the high school vernacular,*I had never gone past second base. (Meaning no boy had touched me, nor had I touched any boy, below the waist.) I was more than just a virgin, I was an inexperienced virgin.Truthfully, sweet, wholesome virginal girls, who seemed intent upon remaining that way, were not the most popular options for high school boys. I did not attract a great deal of attention from boys at my school. I was*okay with this fact.I see my first penis, and it belongs to my stepbrother: About four months after my father?s death, I got an interesting and disturbing text from one of my best friends. It was about 9:15 p.m. on a Friday night in the fall. I was traveling back on the school bus with the team, after losing a heartbreaking volleyball game at a neighboring school. I*received a text message from Jenna, telling me to call her as soon as I got back to school.I assumed Jenna wanted to hang out tonight and I could not decide if I wanted to call her or not. I was pretty tired.About ten minutes later I got another text from Jenna. This one said, ?Call me ASAP. Important. About Gary?.We were only a few minutes from the school and I was anxious and concerned. When we arrived, I immediately got off the bus and found a place where I could talk. I called Jenna, ?What?s going on???You need to come get Gary. He?s all fucked up. He is here over at Caroline?s parent?s house and he is drunk. He threw up all over himself in the basement. Caroline is freaking out because her parents will be home in an hour or so.??Oh shit. Goddamn it. I am going to kill the little twerp.? I thought about how to proceed. Escort Bayrampaşa ?OK, I will come right over and get him. Is he passed out???I don?t know. I think he is awake, but he did puke all over himself. He is a mess. He seems a little better since he finished puking. He can walk a little and talk, just not too coherently. But you need to get him out of here before the parental units arrive.? Jenna laughed at the absurdity of the situation.About twenty minutes later I was over at Caroline?s parent?s house. There were about eight high school kids in the basement, most had been drinking beer. Gary was sitting on the floor in the bathroom next to the commode. His shirt was missing, and there were stains of vomit on his pants. He stank of vomit and looked like hell.?Lizard breath. You came to rescue me? Gary slurred when he saw me. ?Lizard Breath? was his pet name for me (Elizabeth, ?lizard breath?; get it?)?Damn it Gary, do you think I have nothing better to do than drag your drunk little ass around?? I was more than a little upset with him.?Lizard Breath, cool your jets! If I wanted an ass eating, I could have had Jenna call mom. Just get me home, OK???Come on, let?s get in the car. You are not going to puke in my car, are you?? That would have been over the line.?I think I got that all out of my system already.? He said smugly.Caroline spoke up, ?Take that waste paper can with you. If he gets sick again, he can puke in that on the ride home.??Oh great, the upside for me tonight is I get to drive home smelling my vomit coated stepbrother. The downside is he pukes and I hope he gets most of it in the pail. Wonderful. Let?s go. Where?s your shirt?? I was irritated that this was falling on my shoulders.?Here it is? Jenna said as she handed me a plastic supermarket bag with the soiled shirt in it.I opened the bag to look in and the smell was horrible. ?Shit. This reeks!? I sealed the bag quickly as I turned my head away from the smell. I realized that Gary did not smell much better.We loaded Gary, shirtless, in the front passenger seat of my car, and I drove home, mostly in silence. Gary made a few smart assed remarks that I mostly ignored. As we pulled into the driveway, I said, ?It is a good thing mom has probably gone to bed, or you?d be in for it.?This evoked a loud laugh from my brother, ?Gone to bed? Is that what you call it? She?s paralyzed drunk, passed out.??Gary, she is having a bad time of it since Dad died. Give her a break.? Despite the fact that I was really pissed at my mom for not being stronger, I felt compelled to defend her.?She?s having a tough time of it? What about me? What about you?? Gary was becoming a bit belligerent. I decided I did not need to argue with my drunk younger brother about my mom?s behavior.?Let?s not fight about this. It appears to me that you lost your ?moral high ground? to criticize mom for drinking too much tonight anyhow.? I could not resist this final barb.Gary was not so drunk that he did not see the irony and hypocrisy of criticizing mom for drinking in his current state. ?Point taken? was his only response.I helped steady him up the step to his bedroom. ?Give me those pants and I will wash your shirt and pants for you before mom gets wise.?Gary unbuckled his pants, unclasped the snap and pulled them down, along with his underwear. As he did, his flaccid penis flopped out.I was shocked and amazed, ?Jesus, Gary, I did not mean for you to strip naked.? I could not help staring at the six inch long flaccid penis in front of me.?Hell, it?s not like you have never seen one of these before, sis? Gary said, stepping out of the legs of his pants, and attempting to hand them to me. Gary seemed to be completely at ease being naked right now with no pretense of modesty.I stood there in shock. The Beşiktaş escort truth was that this was the very first penis I had ever seen, but I certainly did not want to admit my inexperience to my younger stepbrother, who appeared to me much more experienced and worldly than his older sister at this moment. ?That?s not the point, Gary. You are not supposed to be showing your dick to your stepsister.?But despite my desire to look away, I could not stop staring at my first real life viewing of a penis. I was mesmerized by its size, shape and color. The first thing I noticed was the distinct head that appeared to stand apart from the shaft. And the color was darker, almost purple; nothing like Gary?s normal complexion.I must admit, I was intrigued by the cock exposed in front of me despite the fact that it was attached to my stepbrother. I was embarrassed and excited at the same time; but I could not stop staring. In his alcohol induced haze, Gary did not seem to notice my stare.He shoved the pants and underwear, all wadded together, at me. ?Girl, take care of my laundry, light starch on the shirt, press the slacks, have them back to me in the morning.? He joked and then fell backwards on to his bed atop the covers. As he fell back, I remember his penis flopping up and slapping against his lower abdomen, making a distinct smacking sound.I slowly turned away, and started down to the laundry room, holding the ?vomit soiled? clothing at arms length away from me. But as I walked away, I realized that I could feel my pulse in my clitoris and my vagina was getting wet. The sight of my stepbrother?s penis was arousing me! I was embarrassed by my reaction, but I was reacting to this sight. And the image of Gary?s naked body, particularly his penis, was etched in my mind, firmly! I caught myself looking back over my shoulder as I exited his room, stealing one more glance at his naked body.I started the load of wash. Then I*looked in on my mom and determined that she was, in fact, asleep or passed out, depending upon your point of view. I went back upstairs. Initially, I was just going to go into my room, but as I ascended the stairs, I was drawn back to Gary?s room. The pull was too powerful to resist.I am ashamed to admit it, but I wanted to see his penis again. So under the guise of checking on him to make sure he was OK, I knocked on his door, and opened it without waiting to be invited in.Gary was lying on his back, naked on his bed, spread eagle. I had to admit that he had started to develop a marvelous body. He had muscular arms and shoulders; a well defined chest; a flat, tight abdomen; nice, muscular thighs; and a very intriguing penis. Although I had no other penises to compare to it, Gary?s penis seemed exceptionally large and thick compared to what I expected a penis to be.?Are you OK?? I asked, looking for some reason to enter his room.?I will be when you stop spinning the room.? Gary had his arm across his face, shielding his eyes as he lay totally exposed on his back. With his arm blocking his eyes, I felt a bit more at ease inspecting my brother?s naked form. I noticed that his penis was twitching slightly, and seemed to grow slightly with each twitch.?Well, the best solution to the ?spinning room? is don?t drink. If you dance to the music?.? I quipped, trying to make small talk.?Could we hold the lecture until the morning? I might even remember and listen to it then,? Gary asked, without removing his arm from across his eyes.I decided he was right, and remained silent. I stood there studying his naked form for several moments before I grabbed a sheet from the hall linen closet, and covered my stepbrother?s naked form. I closed the door quietly as I left, and retreated to my room next door. I could not get the image out of my mind.I undressed, donned my normal sleeping attire: a t-shirt and kept on my panties. And I climbed into bed.Almost without thinking, I found my fingers moving inside my panties as I revisited the image of my stepbrother?s naked body. I was surprised at how wet I was. My reaction embarrassed me. I felt ashamed , but very aroused. I rubbed small circles around my...