Sorry if you hate it, but I must grudgingly admit to the hotness of this story. It is not yet complete, but I can only assume it will end with a Bel Air joke or something similarly anticlimactic. Nonetheless, it's fun. Here's what has been posted so far:
Alright /b/, I'm inspired by the thread from half an hour ago with the guy asking if he should pursue eternal happiness with his sister or not. That one got mysteriously 404'd so these trufax get a new thread.
A little background: white, middle class family on the west coast of the US, two kids born two years apart. My younger sister was just young enough for me to be OMFG PROTECTIVE of her, but not so young that she wasn't in any of my social circles. We saw each other in school, even had a class together in high school, most of my friends tried to get in her pants, that sort of shit.
Growing up we were Bonnie and fucking Clyde. She was sort of tomboyish owing to her desire to emulate big bro, and we always hunted rocks and caught lizards and shit together. She hardly touched her dolls unless there were other girls over; she much preferred to play legos with me.
Puberty was intensely awkward as we both hit it around the same time, since bitches hit that shit early. In my memory, it was like a switch flipped overnight and we went from wrasslin' in the lake with each other to afraid to look at each other. I was horrified because when I looked at other girls, I saw tits and ass, but when I looked at my sister I saw all of those things x9000, but I also saw my best friend. I could tell she felt the same way. It was pretty awkward for a couple of years.
Eventually she had a couple of boyfriends and I had a couple of girlfriends, and that seemed to sort of ease the tension. Thank god, because it was unbearable. We tried to avoid each other after getting home from school, because if we started talking to each other we'd just go on and on until one of us realized we were two pubescent teens sitting on the couch watching X Files in our PJs and freak out.
I remember one specific incident when we passed each other in the upstairs hall, she was in her workout clothes about to go to basketball practice. I don't think she could even drive yet, but the training bra strapped across her A- chest was visible through the ragged white shirt.
I made some quip about the junior high girls basketball team's abysmal record at the time, and she shoved me against the wall like she used to do, playfully acting like she would fight me, "What was that? Say it to my FACE!" I laughed and pushed her back and we got into a pushing match right there in the hall. It ended up with me having her pinned against the wall (2 years older, much bigger), both of us laughing, when I saw a change move across her face.
She instantly went from laughter to a full blush, and broke eye contact. As soon as I realized, I did the same thing and let her go. She nervously fiddled with her scrunchy (spelling?) and mumbled something about being late as she slinked off. I felt fucking terrible, but I had the most ridiculous raging erection I'd ever had. I went straight to our shared bathroom and took care of business while thinking about her workout bra and her shorts with the flipped waistband. I couldn't look at her for days, and vice versa.
She had to have been 14 or 15 at the time. No more incidents happened for a year or so, except for the unbearable sexual tension every single night when we got home, until "the incident".
She was 16, I remember because Dad had just given her her first shitty Honda of a long line of shitty Hondas. I was 18, it was the summer right before I was going to graduate my senior year. I know we were still in school so it had to have been April or May. She had a friend that had been her BFF most of that schoolyear, who was smoking fucking hot. She used to stay over with my sister all the time and drive me fucking nuts. It was a blessing and a curse because she would distract me from the crush on my equally as hot sister, but it would always be in the context of hanging out with my sister. They would sit at the kitchen table on friendster (memoriezzz) in those cotton shorts where the girls always roll the elastic waistband to make them even shorter, and they have text on the ass like GO TEAM and shit like that, you fuckers know what I'm talking about. I'd make it a point to go get OJ like 10 times an hour just so I could ogle them both, and to let her friend stare at me back, which she did all the time. The tension between me and the friend got to the point to where even my sister would joke about it, while trying to hide the fact that she was furious.
Anyways, one night two of my friends and my sister and this girl were all swimming at the pool in my backyard.