My name's Daniel. I grew up in a farming
town in Illinois that you've never heard of.
This happened when I was 18 and my
sister
was 19.
My sister Cassie and I were really close
growing up. We got into our share of
fights,
but we always made up and kept being
friends. My dad had a bad relationship
with
his brother growing up, and he made it
his
mission to make sure me and Cassie got
along.
My parents went out one night to have
dinner with the neighbors. We were old
enough to take care of ourselves, so I
made
dinner and we settled into a quiet night.
We
were both pretty into video games and so
after dinner she sat down to play
something
on our xbox in the living room. I took a
seat
on the couch next to her to watch. She
played and I just watched, and we started
talking about whatever came up. First
about
the game. She was getting pretty pissed
because she kept dying at this one part,
and
I was laughing at her.
"Will you shut up?" she said.
"Nope," I said, still laughing.
"Bleep you," she said as she died in the
same
spot for the thirtieth time. "With a ten inch
Love Machine."
I laughed hard.
"You'd know." I blurted.
I know I shouldn't do stuff like this, but I
always liked to snoop around the house,
and one day when my sister was out I
found a purple Love Machine in her drawer.
Probably
not ten inches, but you get the idea. Up
until
that point the words 'sex' and 'sister' had
never been in the same sentence, but
there
it was, and I knew where it had been. I felt
a
familiar twitch in my pants, but I got
grossed out that I wasn't grossed out by
it.
She was silent for a second, then paused,
and put down the controller. Her face was
a
little red.
"What do you mean?"
"Nothing."
"Have you been going through my fucking
stuff?"
"What? No! I was just kidding," I said.
"You went through my stuff, you asshole."
She smacked my arm, and turned away,
pretty pissed off.
"Okay, yeah, I did go through your stuff,
but
I wasn't expecting to find anything."
"Then why'd you go through my beside
drawer? What did you think you were
going
to find?"
"I don't know! Look, I'm sorry. I was just
curious."
"Well, now you know," she said, "that your
sister has a Love Machine. Proud of yourself?"
A little, I thought to myself. The
conversation
was turning me on a little. I found my
mind
drifting to the thought of my sister saying
she was going to sleep at night, turning
off
the lights and climbing into bed, slowly
and
quietly opening her drawer and taking the
Love Machine out. I had a blurry image of her
sliding
her pajama bottoms down, but I couldn't
picture her naked. I bet her cheeks were
flushed like they were now.
"Not like I don't have anything on you
though," she said.
"Huh?"
"What, you think I haven't heard you
jacking
off? I hear your bed frame hitting the wall
every time you do it, dumb ass."
Our rooms were right next to each other.
Shit. Now I was embarrassed, really
embarrassed, and I had a weird pit in my
stomach. She let out a quick giggle.
Everything was out in the open now.
"Can I tell you a secret?" she asked.
I nodded, now I was really nervous.
"Sometimes it makes me hot—to hear you
getting off."
We were both beet red now and she
picked
up the controller and started playing
again. I
think we were both ready to forget this...
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