Charlie and Mindy Bk. 01 Ch. 03

"I could tell. You were afraid to, and you were afraid not to."

"But I think that's where we're going, Charlie."

I started to say that it didn't have to be that way, but she knew what I was about to say, and she put her finger on my lips to silence me.

"I think it will be that way. We want each other so much. I don't know when it will happen, but I think that it will."

"You may be right. I hope you are. But you need to know that it's okay if not. It's for sure that we weren't ready tonight. We have to be sure that we're both ready. And if we ever are ready, we have to be sure that you don't get pregnant."

She hesitated before she asked, "Do you remember my acne, Charlie?"

I was puzzled by the abrupt change of subject, but I answered her question. "How could I forget? It gave you a lot of trouble—but it's cleared up since I left for college."

"It has. Nothing seemed to work until this last spring. Then Dr. Bradley put me on a new medicine that finally worked."

"I'm glad, but I'm not sure what that has to do with being sure you don't get pregnant."

She raised her head again and kissed me, lovingly and lingeringly, and put her head back on my shoulder. "The new medicine's the Pill. Dad had a conniption when he found out I was taking it, but Mom told him why, and he's okay now. Well, sort of okay. But getting pregnant isn't the issue."

I thought I knew what the issue was. Dreading her answer, I asked, "What is the issue?"

I'd been right. "You're my brother, Charlie. All my life I've been taught that what we want to do…going all the way with each other…is so, so wrong. It's incest. I have to get past that." She raised her head again, this time to look me in the eyes. And she said, with all of her formidable determination, "But I'm going to." Tears began to flow down her face. "I will! I have to! I want you so much. I know that you're ready. I'm the one who isn't. I'm sorry I'm so…" and she trailed off.

Gently, I pressed her head down on my shoulder again. "There's nothing for you to be sorry for. We both want each other, but I know that you aren't ready.

"But there's something else you need to know, too. However much we want each other, we won't do something that doesn't feel right to both of us. That's part of our trust in each other. Neither of us will break that trust. Because we are who we are, neither of us can break it."

She sobbed against me. "I feel so…torn. And you're so good to me, Charlie," she whispered. "I do trust you, and I know that you trust me. Nothing can ever take that from us."

I crooned: "Big Brother and Little Sister!"

Sniffing a bit, she crooned back: "Best friends!"

We crooned in chorus: "Now and always!"

My little sister's smile was back.

There was one more thing. I thought I knew what she would say, but I wanted to be absolutely sure.

"Do you think we should keep fooling around like we just did?" I asked.

She wiggled her warm naked body in tightly against mine. "Is the Pope a Catholic?"

As I'd thought. I confirmed it for her. "Do we shit in the woods?"

"That's 'Does a bear shit in the woods?' you dope!"

In the quickly fading light of day, I lifted up the sleeping bag flaps, looked down at our naked bodies. "We look bare to me!"

She bit me on the neck. But softly. Oh, so softly.

We lay there for a while, physically close, but each of us alone with our own thoughts.

The sun had set while we'd been occupied with each other. Those camp chores we hadn't finished before we'd distracted each other could wait until morning, with one exception. Together, we stepped out of the tent, naked as jaybirds. In the dying light, we got our lights out of our packs, and headed back to the tent.

Once we had the door zipped shut to keep out the chill, we remembered that our t-shirts were buried in our packs. Not wanting to brave the evening cold again, we decided to sleep in our boxers only. That was dangerously close to being uncultured—but, after all, we wouldn't quite be naked.

It did not occur to us that, for a brother and sister, sleeping half-naked with each other in zipped-together sleeping bags was uncultured, what we had just done with each other was very uncultured, and what we were contemplating doing with each other someday would be extremely uncultured.

Having thus rendered our sleep attire (almost) acceptable, we crawled into our own sides of the sack and zipped it most of the way. Mindy laid herself against me as she'd been before we'd left the tent. I again put my arm around her and pulled her close. Wordlessly, we held each other as we fell asleep.

The last thing I remembered was the feeling of her firm tits against me; they were still chilly from being outside.

(To be continued)

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