My sister likes taking risks, Personally, I blame my parents.
They were the ones who insisted that they needed privacy and banished us down to the finished basement with its old, smelly carpeting and busted up furniture. It was our parents who decided that cable was a huge ripoff and Netflix was a scam, leaving us to explore the depths and dangers of broadcast television. And It was our parents who said — even though I was a senior in high school and Emily was a freshman in college — that we weren’t allowed to go out unsupervised.
It’s like they wanted us to get into trouble.
Emily and I were sitting on the couch in the basement, TV on in the background, talking about stuff that we probably shouldn’t have been. Despite being older than me by a year, my big sister Emily was tiny next to me. She had light brown hair down to her shoulders. A perky little nose that turned up just slightly at the end. A wicked, sensuous smile.
Emily was telling me about college — she went to state school but Mom and Dad made her live at home. That whole trust thing again. She talked about classes and friends and, of course, boys. I asked her if she was seeing anyone and she said no.
“How can I with Mom and Dad’s rules?” Emily asked, “What about you, Ryan? Breaking any high school girls’ hearts?”
“Obviously not,” I said, “I’m living with the same bullshit you are.”
“Seriously,” Emily said, “All I’ve got in my life is porn, plus Rosy Palms and her five little sisters.”
If I’d been drinking, I’d have done a spit take. My big sister said what?
“Oh come on,” Emily said, “You can’t tell me you don’t do it, too. Plus you’re a boy. I bet if you don’t jerk it at least twice a day your head just pops off.”
I laughed and admitted that I did it at least that frequently.
“See?” Emily said.
“And you?” I asked.
My big sister blushed. “I do it enough,” Emily said, “OK, probably a bit more than enough.”
I had to laugh at that and Emily did too. It was a nervous laugh. Like edging water from a hose, it came out too loud and strong because of all the pressure building behind it.
“Look at us two losers,” I said, “Sitting in the basement watching old game shows and talking about masturbating.”
“You’re not a loser, Ryan,” Emily said. She reached over and touched my arm. In that moment it felt as intimate as if she’d grabbed my dick. “Your dirty blonde hair. Big green eyes. You have those sexy legs from soccer. You make me laugh all the time. I mean, any girl would be lucky to have you.”
“If I could ever take one on a date, let alone bring her home,” I said.
“You’ll be fine,” Emily said, “I’m the one who’s going to end up as an old maid.”
“Oh Emily,” I said, “Are you kidding? You’re fucking gorgeous. If you think my green eyes are so great, well, you’ve got the same ones. Your lips are so pink and kissable. And your body. I mean, wow.”
“No tits,” she said.
“They’re perfect for your build,” I said, “You’ve got great legs and your butt is just… Not to mention how smart you are. The way you always outwork everyone else. Any guy would be lucky to have you.”
“If I could ever take one on a date,” Emily said, “Let alone bring him home.”
We sighed in unison. “Do I really look that good?” Emily asked, “Not to my brother. But if you put your, like, guy goggles on.”
I mimed putting on a pair of glasses and then slowly studied my sister from head to toe. “Yup, pretty hot. From what I can see, anyway.”
“You’re saying if you saw me naked, you might change your mind?” Emily asked.
“It’s just that… Well, your clothes aren’t exactly revealing.” Emily was wearing a pair of loose-fitting sweatpants and a beat up, white t-shirt. It looked comfortable, but she wasn’t asking me about comfort.
Emily smiled at me. I knew that smile. It was the one that said she was about to do something dangerous. My sister had always been a bit of a risk taker. One of the reasons she didn’t have a car, that Mom actually dropped her off at school every morning, was that my parents were terrified whenever she was behind the wheel.
“So if I take off my shirt, you might give me a more honest appraisal?” Emily asked. She didn’t even wait for my response, just ripped her t-shirt over her head. Now my big sister was sitting in front of me in only a thin, white bra. Without the shirt, I saw that she’d sold her breasts short. They were actually pretty big, standing pertly on her chest. It was all those loose clothes she wore — they made her look less endowed than she was.
“Your turn,” Emily said.
Reflexively, I looked behind me. Though I can’t imagine what I was worried about. We were a full flight of stairs under the rest of the house. There was a thick metal fire door at the top that my father insisted had to stay closed at all times when we were downstairs. In fact, my parents never even came down there — they’d always just knock and yell if they needed something.
The house was old, too, with thick walls and floors that seemed to swallow sound. Emily and I could have started a heavy metal band down there and my parents wouldn’t know until we invited them to our first concert.
Sure that the coast was clear, I stripped off my shirt and tossed it to the side. Emily’s eyes went wide.
“Holy fuck, Ryan!” she said, and started tracing the muscles in arms, my chest, “When did you get these?”
“I don’t know,” I said. Honestly it wasn’t something I really paid attention to. I was trying for a soccer scholarship and so I’d been working out at least twice a day, once with the team and once on my own. “I guess getting ready for the season, I just…”
“You wear such loose clothing,” Emily said, “I never really noticed.”
Her hand hadn’t left my bare skin. I couldn’t help myself — I reached out and touched the top of her boob.
“Holy fuck, Emily,” I said, “When the fuck did you get these?”
My sister gave me a dirty look, but she didn’t push me away. “I was 12, remember. You were there.”
“Yeah, but, I mean… You were complaining about your boobs before but these are really awesome,” I said, still touching the tops of her tits. “You’ve got an incredible body, Sis.”
And she did. I knew my sister was cute, I’d already told her that. But this… Her stomach was washboard flat. Her skin pale. Without really thinking about it, I dropped my hands to her sweatpants and pulled those down.
Emily didn’t do anything to stop me. She was wearing little purple panties. I could see bits of her brown pubic hair poking out. She was short, but her legs were lovely, with the shape and tone of a taller woman.
Emily looked down as if scandalized, then reached over and ripped down my shorts. She didn’t even let me keep my underwear. She just took it all in one swift pull. My penis popped up, tall and pulsing. I was hard — of course I was hard after everything we’d been saying and showing.