Michael Smith - Siblings

I knew she wanted to say something because I could hear her hesitate. When she did speak, it was very softly and close to my ear.

"Michael,… I don't know what to say. This has been such a wonderful evening! I*love* you…" I froze instinctively and she felt it, and laughed under her breath.

"Don't worry, I didn't mean it that way! I'm not 'IN love', Michael -though it wouldn't take much…" Her hand moved softly across my cheek. "I love you for being*you*, here, tonight.

"See,… I said I wasn't a virgin, and that's true, but…" She took a deep breath and it all spilled out in a rush. "I've never really had sex before, not really. There was this guy when I was fourteen. A girlfriend – EX-girlfriend – set me up with a blind date to double with her, and then she and her boyfriend went off and left us, and he was nineteen and he got me… he got me all excited. Horny. I had no idea what I was doing. But he… he got my pants off and just… he just stuck it in, and pushed a few times, and then he came, I guess. It didn't hurt, but he was finished so fast, and I didn't really feel it, and I was scared when I… when I saw his cock, it looked so big, and…"

She swallowed and her voice quavered. She was holding tight to my shoulder with her cheek against mine. "And then he took me home and I never saw him again. I wasn't even sure about his name. And I worried for weeks that I might be pregnant." She kissed my ear and her body relaxed. "I've never told anyone about that, not even my mother, but I wanted you to understand." Her confession, if that's what she meant it to be, was complete and she sounded very relieved.

"I've been out with other boys lots of times, but most of them only wanted to grab at me, and I never let them do*anything*. They usually didn't ask me out again," she added sadly. Her head had rested itself on my shoulder and her hand was moving aimlessly around my shirt front. I gently stroked the small of her back and let my other hand rest motionlessly on her knee, comforting her, I hoped.

"I like you a lot, Michael. I guess I have sort of a crush on you -have had for months. I was surprised when you asked me out, though. I thought at first you'd picked up some vibes from me or something – that you knew I liked you. And then I worried that you might use that to… to… I'm sorry, I know you aren't like that, now. I'm just suspicious of boys, most of them anyway. And then I started thinking about you, and that maybe I could, well,… seduce you. I wanted you to like me more. You don't hate me, do you?"

She wasn't faking or exaggerating; she really felt guilty, and I wasn't sure why. I kissed her cheek.

"Marianne, if you were trying to seduce me, I'd say you did a pretty good job; I thought I was seducing you! But didn't you think maybe I'd like it? Doesn't happen that often, not to me, anyway." I stroked her hair and hugged her again.

"Now, listen to me. I'm not afraid of love. You just caught me by surprise. I must be blind, because it never occurred to me that we could be more than just friends. I apologize for that. I*do* like you – I like you a lot – and I sure don't want to hurt you. You're sweet, and you're smart, and you're very sexy! But every guy trying to make it with a girl tells her he loves her, and it's a lie. That's not love, that's lust – and lust is great, but it isn't 'love', Marianne. I asked you out because I thought you'd be fun to be with – and I was right, in more ways than I expected. I didn't ask you out just to get into your pants, I really didn't."

She hugged me back. "No, you don't understand – I*adore* having sex with you!" She lowered her voice nearly to a whisper. "I WANTED you to fuck me tonight, and I got what I wanted, and it was fantastic! It was a little strange – four of us back there, including your sister… but I wasn't embarrassed, and that was even stranger, ya' know? I felt sexy, and happy, and relaxed afterward. You were so good for me, don't you see? All I had was half a memory of half a minute of that other guy, whose name I don't even remember. But now, I have this wonderful memory of tonight. You're the first guy I've ever deliberately given myself to, and I'm so glad I picked you. Michael, as far as I'm concerned, you're my 'first'. You're the guy who popped my cherry, and it was beautiful!"

That sounded a little odd to both of us after she said it, and she giggled. But we both understood what she meant. I felt a lot of tenderness toward this girl – and my ego was pleased with itself, that was for certain. I felt a little guilty that I had been holding Alex's hand and dividing my attention between the two of them at our mutual moment of climax. But Marianne hadn't noticed, I was sure, and it didn't affect her experience at all.

She sat back and stroked my cock through my jeans; there was a twinkle in her eye and a pleased smile on her lips. I smiled back and cupped her breasts in my hands, and drew her back to me. She sighed with pleasure and leaned her warm body against mine and kissed me slowly and thoroughly. My hands moved just as slowly under her shirt, up and down her bare back. Her skin felt so nice. It was a warm, sentimental kiss, not a heavy, passionate one, though we both were aware of the ever-present sexual content as well. We felt very close at that moment.

"Please tell me we'll do this again, okay?" she murmured. "Not any particular time, but 'again'. I don't want this to be the only time we make it together…"

"I promise, we'll do this again," I replied. "I guarantee it. But let's just let it happen when it happens. We see each other every day and we're very special friends now. I want you to stay my friend, and too much pressure by either of us could spoil that. Besides, I think you're going to be dating a lot more now, with a lot of other guys, and I*don't* want you feeling guilty about us when you do, okay? Can we be close, special friends, and occasional, part-time lovers?"

She hugged me gratefully. "That's exactly what I want us to be, Michael. I knew you'd understand me. You're terrific!"

All those few minutes, Alex and Bill had been having their own quiet talk, and kissing, and cuddling. But now Bill said, "Is the movie over?" I noticed the cars around us pulling out a few at a time, and the projection screen had dimmed. "Anyone remember what we saw?" he inquired. "Just in case someone asks?" That cracked all of us up and comfortably broke the spell.

"Who's for hamburgers?" I asked over my shoulder. "I don't know about you two, but*we've* worked up an appetite!" Marianne laughingly growled and pretended to bite my arm as I started the car.

It took a little while to get Marianne dropped off, because we had to say goodnight several times in her driveway, and again on her porch. Her mother finally opened the front door from curiosity: She had heard the car door and our footsteps five or ten minutes before. Marianne suddenly turned shy and we ended our embrace. As she stepped inside I saw her mother smile at her indulgently.

Bill and Alex didn't take as long. They'd been saying goodnight at Marianne's house, and all the way to his place, and I think Bill got a bit shy, too, about me sitting in the front seat by myself while he was in the back seat deep-kissing my sister. He seemed to have momentarily forgotten all that had happened earlier in the evening. He was obviously very impressed by Alex, and not just as a sex partner, either.

In fact, they dated several more times that year and Bill had the good sense not to become possessive – nor did they have sex on every occasion. Alex developed a lot of respect for Bill and spoke highly of him. And he was delighted to find someone equally athletic who valued him for his intelligence and wit; he was tired of being regarded as "just a jock." After we all went off to college, he sent Alex a dozen red roses every Valentine's day, until she graduated.