Incest/Taboo Amber

Amber Ray had resigned herself to a life of loneliness. Sometimes she wondered why she never had the urge to just end it. She had no friends and was mostly neglected at home. Sometimes her father called her, but that wasn't very frequently. What was the point, really? He had not paid much attention to her before he just decided to abandon them. It had been a year now.

Amber had just turned 18 and they had "celebrated" by going through Dairy Queen drive-through for an ice cream cone. Her twin brothers, Billy and Bobby, had insisted on getting a milkshake, but Amber had settled for the soft-serve ice cream. Her mother had complained about what it cost.

Kaley Ray, Amber's mother, was a beautiful woman. She was tall, with blonde hair and blue eyes. She had a good figure, with nice 32C breasts, and good legs. Men flirted with her everywhere she went, and she flirted back, but nothing came of it. She and her husband, Bart, were still married. He had just told her one day that he had had enough and had walked out. He sent her money, regularly, however, to help with the kids. She worked as a substitute teacher in the local primary schools, but didn't earn enough to support them.

The twins were identical and many people couldn't tell them apart. Bobby had a small birth mark, a red splotch the size of a dime, just behind his left ear. Some people would quickly look behind one or other of the twins' ears to identify them. Those closest to them, however, could immediately tell them apart in other, more subtle, ways. Amber nor Kaley ever had any trouble telling them apart, except at a distance or in dim light. The boys were a little over a year older than Amber. They were in their first year at the local community college. They were both tall and had blonde hair, like their mother, but had inherited their dad's dark brown eyes. They were trim, athletic, and very handsome.

Billy was more outgoing than Bobby and had dated many girls. He was known as a "player". Bobby had no trouble getting dates, either, but he was more serious-minded and didn't like the idea of just dating a girl because she was pretty or because he thought she might sleep with him. Both boys had had sex, but they had different outlooks on it. Billy saw it as recreation and liked to talk about how many girls he had "laid". Bobby didn't pressure girls to have sex with him unless he thought they had a connection and really liked each other. As a result, he had only gone all the way with two girls. He didn't talk about it with other boys, thinking that sex was a private matter and that it was nobody else's business.

Amber was very small. She was barely 5 feet tall and weighed around 90 pounds. She had never really had a teenage "growth spurt". As years went by she decided that it just wasn't going to happen. Her breasts were small -- she really didn't need a bra. She had blonde-red hair and brown eyes. Freckles covered her face. Her nose was a small, "turn-up" nose. People teased her, saying that it looked like a slide. She kept her hair down to her shoulders, but didn't wash it as often as most other girls. She considered herself unattractive and didn't see the point of spending a lot of time on her appearance. No boy had ever asked her out, or even engaged her in conversation -- unless they needed help with their math homework. She enjoyed math and had always had a natural knack for it.

To Kaley's credit, she worried about Amber. Kaley had always been attractive and had always had boyfriends when she was a girl. She had just taken her good looks for granted. Then she had married Bart when she became pregnant with the twins when she was a sophomore in college. Bart was a football player where she attended college, and she thought he was the most handsome guy she had ever met. She allowed him to get in her panties on their first date, thinking that if she gave it up to him that he would continue to date her. She became pregnant, Bart agreed to marry her, and the rest was history. The twins turned out to be very good looking and well-built, but Amber had always been small. Kaley certainly didn't think her daughter was ugly, by any stretch, but she wasn't that attractive, either. She was tiny, her hair wasn't particularly attractive, and she was covered in freckles. Kaley had suggested several things down through the years that might improve Amber's appearance, but Amber didn't seem to be interested. She was shy and withdrawn. She spent most of her time in her room with the door closed.

Amber was in her senior year of high school and had a chance of being in the top ten of her class. She was sure to get a scholarship that would pay most of her college expenses. She dreaded it. She didn't want to move away from home because it was the only place she felt comfortable. She longed for a boyfriend. There were several boys at school to whom she was very attracted, but they didn't give her the time of day unless they needed help with their math. She had never been kissed and, obviously, had never had sex. She sometimes accessed porn videos and watched them as she fingered herself to orgasm. She wondered what it would be like for a boy to do some of the things to her that she saw on those videos.

Amber was the only one in the family who attended church. Bobby would sometimes accompany her, but her mother hadn't been in years and Billy had never been interested. Amber liked to go to church and she enjoyed reading the Bible. She did feel a slight bit of guilt when she masturbated, but she knew that masturbation was natural and really couldn't see any great sin in watching other people fornicate. She thought that Christianity was way more profound than condemning people for wanting and needing and participating in sex. As far as she could tell from her own study, treating other people kindly and loving God were the really important things. She felt like she really did love God and she reasoned that he must have something in mind for her to do in life. She couldn't see it yet, but she trusted that God did.

Billy didn't get along with his little sister. He sometimes poked fun at her, not realizing, and not really caring, how badly it hurt her. Bobby wasn't really close with Amber, either, but he never said anything unkind to her and often berated his twin brother for insulting her. He worried about her because she was so isolated. He really had very little interest in going to church, but sometimes offered to go with her to try to break the ice between them. He could tell that she appreciated it, but she still didn't talk to him much. Sometimes she would ask him what he thought about something she had read in the Bible, but he usually didn't know what she was talking about.

One night Amber was downstairs watching a program on TV. Their mother was gone out with a friend. The show was over half over and she was interested in it. Her brother Billy walked in, grabbed the remote away from her, flopped down in an easy chair, and changed the channel.

"I wanted to see the end of that show, Billy," she said.

"So? I want to watch the ballgame," he retorted.

Just as he said that, Bobby walked into the room. "Billy, she was watching that show. See what the score is and let her watch the end of it."

"Fuck you. I don't care what that ugly little bitch wants. She's so retarded she doesn't know the difference."

Enraged, Bobby tackled his brother, overturning the chair in which he sat. The twins began to swing their fists at each other, both of them landing blows.

Amber got up and ran upstairs to her room, closed and locked the door, and lay on her bed and cried. What had she ever done to Billy to make him hate her? She was never unkind to him, and rarely even talked back to him when he insulted her. Why were people so mean to her? She knew that she was not attractive and didn't have an outgoing personality. She wasn't the cheerleader type. She wasn't an athlete. She couldn't draw or sing. But still, she was always as kind as she could be. She prayed that her heart would not become so calloused that she would not love other people and treat them kindly. She prayed for her brother, that he would learn not to hurt people. She thanked God for her brother, Bobby, who was nicer to her than most anyone else.

Presently, she heard a soft knock at her door. "Amber?" It was Bobby.

"Go away," she said softly, hoping he wouldn't realize that she was crying.

"Amber, come on. Open the door," he said gently.

Amber crossed the room and opened the door. Bobby was pressing a wash cloth against his mouth, and she could see that he was bleeding. "Bobby, you're hurt. Let me see," she said, as she reached to pull the wash cloth aside.

"I'm okay. I think I gave Billy a black eye. He busted my lip. You've been crying. I am so sorry," he told her. He reached around her and gave her a hug.

They never hugged. Amber jumped reflexively when he touched her, then realized that he was trying to be kind to her, so she allowed him to put one arm around her as he continued to hold the cloth to his bleeding lip. The hug was brief, but this small act of intimacy felt so wonderful to her that she burst out in tears again. She turned and sat on her bed, putting her face in her hands, weeping without restraint.

Bobby sat next to her. "I don't know what to say, Amber. He's mean. I love him and he's my best friend and twin brother and all that, but he's just mean. I could never say that kind of thing about anyone," he whispered. "And it's not true. You're not ugly and you're way smarter than either of us."

Uncharacteristically, Amber lay her head over on her brother's shoulder as she continued to sob. "Bobby, you're the only person who is nice to me."

Bobby felt tears stinging his own eyes. He swallowed, fighting back his emotion. "I love you, Amber. You're my sister."

Amber looked into his eyes, tears streaming down her face. "I don't remember the last time anyone told me that they loved me," she sobbed. "I'm not mean to anyone, but everyone hates me. Why? Is it because I'm shy? Is it because I'm ugly?"

"I can't stand it when someone is mean to you. There's no reason for it. Sure, you're shy, but you're going to get over that sooner or later. And you're not unattractive. Not to me."

She managed a bit of a smile. "You really don't know what that means to me, even though I don't believe it. You know that I thank God for you, every day?"

He patted her hand, which was resting on her knee. "And you don't know what that means to me, Amber. Please continue to do that?"

She sniffled. "Oh I will. I pray for Billy, too." She laughed. "I pray that he'll be more like you."

Bobby leaned over and pressed his lips against her forehead. "I'm gonna go wash this off," he said, indicating his swollen lip. He closed the door behind him.

A couple of weeks later, there was an ice storm. Both the high school and the community college were closed because of weather. Kaley was cleaning the house and told the twins to go and try to clean the driveway and the sidewalk. They ignored her and sat around all morning playing video games and watching TV. Amber cleaned her room, then mopped the upstairs bathroom floor that she shared with her brothers. They always peed on the floor and the rim of the toilet, but didn't bother to clean up after themselves.

She walked downstairs and, seeing her brothers on the couch playing video games, she said, "You're welcome for cleaning up your nasty pee. The bathroom is clean, so you can go pee on the floor again." She normally was not so sarcastic, but she was a little aggravated that they were sitting around doing nothing while she and her mother were cleaning the house.

"Shut up, bitch," Billy yelled. "You're female. Get over it. Make me a sandwich."

"Yeah, make him a sandwich, Amber," Bobby chimed in. "Put some shit on it. That's what he deserves."

Billy jumped to his feet, his fists clenched. "You want me to whip your ass again?" he panted.

Bobby regarded him. "Again? Remember that shiner you sported for over a week? I can give you one to match it. Try me."

Kaley shouted from the kitchen, "Shut up! I cannot handle all this complaining back and forth. Billy, apologize to your sister," she said as she walked into the living room, eyes blazing. "You are NOT going to talk to her that way."

"Ite. I'm sorry bee-atch," he said sarcastically, then glared at his mother.

Kaley walked purposely to him and slapped his face as hard as she could. "You DO NOT EVER use that word in my presence. Do you understand?"

Billy felt of his face. "If I weren't a gentleman, I'd slap you back," he yelled.

"If you were a gentleman, you wouldn't use that word at all, especially not talking about your sister. She has never done one thing to you. She's always nice to you. You're more useless than your father ever was. I can't wait for you to move out. Now you straighten up, or I'll kick you out. Got me?"

Amber stood silently watching, tears streaming down her face. As her mother and brother glared at each other, they could hear her sobs. "Please don't say that, Mama. Please?" she begged.

"What do you care?" Billy asked. "You'd be happier if I wasn't around."

Amber couldn't speak. She just shook her head, no. She turned and went to the closet and began to get her winter coat and boots out.

"What are you doing? Leaving home?" Billy snarled.

Bobby couldn't believe what was being said. He didn't know what to say to any of them.

Finally, Billy sat down, grabbed the video game controller, and turned the game back on. Kaley went back into the kitchen. Amber had gone out into the garage.

In a few moments, Bobby realized that he could hear something out on the front sidewalk. He got up and peered out. He could see his little sister with a spade, trying to scrape ice off of the sidewalk. "Shit. Amber is out there trying to do our job," he told his brother. "I'm going to help her."

"Have a good time," replied Billy.

When Bobby got his coat and other winter gear on, he went as quickly as he could to help his sister. "You go on in the house, Amber. I've got this," he yelled as he approached her.

Amber turned at the sound of his voice and slipped, falling flat on her back on the sidewalk. "Ohhhhhhhhhh!" she yelped in pain.

Bobby rushed to her and saw that she was in extreme pain, her face a mask of anguish. Tears were flowing down her face and she was weeping openly. "Bobby, it hurts so bad!" she cried.

"Hold on. Don't move. Don't try to get up!" he yelled as her ran to the house.

"Mom, call 9-1-1. Amber fell. She's hurt!"

At this, Billy got up and ran out the front door, clad only in shorts, a tee shirt, and socks. "Amber, you okay?" he panted as he arrived at her side.

Through her pain, she was amazed that her brother, Billy, was the least bit concerned about her. She wanted to tell them that she was okay, but she really wondered if she was. She had never felt such pain. She took stock and realized that she could move her extremities, so she thought that was a good sign.

Kaley came out with some blankets and set about covering her daughter. She knew better than to try to move her. "Baby, we've called 9-1-1," she cried, tears flowing down her face. "Everything will be okay. Don't try to move." She squatted and held her daughter's hand, as Bobby held the other one. Billy, shivering with cold, stood there feeling useless and miserable.

The ambulance was there within minutes. The first-responders carefully put Amber on a stabilizing board and started loading her into the ambulance. Kaley got inside to ride with them to the hospital as the twins watched. They told Kaley that they would meet them at the hospital as soon as they could get the ice cleared from the windshield.

Just as they were closing the doors to the ambulance, Amber saw her brother, Billy waving. "I'm sorry, Amber," he whispered, barely audibly. But Amber heard him. She smiled and said a silent prayer for him.

Amber was diagnosed with a severe lower back contusion. When she was released, Bobby carried her from the wheelchair to the car. When they arrived home he carried her inside the house and up to bed. She could walk, but it was so painful that he insisted on carrying her. The doctors told her to put ice packs on it for a couple of days, but to try to walk several times a day.

Amber had been given a pain pill and was soon fast asleep. The twins and Kaley sat at the kitchen table, drinking coffee.

"I was way out of line this morning, Mom," Billy said. "I deserved that slap. I probably deserve several of them. I wish I had gone out and tried to clean that sidewalk. This would have never happened. And you're right. I will be better to Amber. I'm ashamed of myself."

Kaley grasped Billy's hand. "Yes, you deserved it. We cannot keep treating each other unkindly. It's not right and it is destroying us. I think your sister is getting the brunt of it."

Billy nodded. "I do agree. I mean, I know I'm a pretty selfish person, but I know I'm not treating any of you right."

Bobby regarded them. "I'm glad to hear this, from both of you. It makes me feel better and it makes me want to do better, too. After all, we are a family -- but we sure haven't been acting like it. And Billy, if you ever call Amber a bitch again, I'm going to beat the shit out of you."

"I don't think you can do that, Bruh, but I'm not planning on doing it. I told her I was sorry. I will tell her again. I will make it up to her some way," Billy said.

Kaley was a member of several civic groups and had a meeting that evening. She said, at first, that she would just skip this one, but Bobby assured her that he could take care of Amber. Kaley described to him how to put the ice pack on her back, and how to spread a cloth beneath it so that it didn't damage her skin. She told him to do it again if she wasn't home by 9 PM.

Shortly after Kaley left, Bobby told Billy that he was going to help Amber with the ice pack. Billy was watching a ballgame, but offered to help if he was needed. Bobby got the icepack, read the directions, got a thin wash cloth and went upstairs and into Amber's room.

She was asleep when Bobby opened her door and came in. He carefully closed the door, for no particular reason, he thought, and walked over to her bed. "Amber? You awake, Sis?"

"Yes. I feel good," she giggled.

He knew that the pain pill had her a bit loopy and found it amusing. "We've got to put this ice pack on you for a while. I'll stay with you. 20 minutes, it says."

"Ok. Mom did it earlier. It got really cold toward the end. I begged her to take it off after 15 minutes," she told him, groggily.

"Yeah, she told me that 15 minutes was okay if it was too uncomfortable. Roll over so I can get to your back."

Amber threw her covers back. She was dressed only in a tee shirt and a pair of panties. Bobby had seen her in this exact outfit many times, but had never been this close to her near-nakedness. He didn't think of his sister in a sexual way, anyway. He felt a little embarrassed. She rolled over onto her stomach.

Bobby gingerly lifted the hem of her tee shirt up as far as he could get it. Amber grasped it and pulled it up a bit further. Her upper back was still covered, but the rest of her smooth, boney body was uncovered down to her thin, white, bikini panties. He wondered if she would be embarrassed in this situation if she wasn't under the influence of a pain pill.

He lay the thin cloth on the bruised area, then gently lay the ice pack on her. "Oh that's so cold!" she giggled. "I don't think I can stand this for 20 minutes!"

"You're a trooper. I'm here to talk you through it," he told her, not knowing exactly what to say. She had her eyes closed so he checked out her ass. She was really skinny, but he decided that her ass looked pretty good. It seemed to be filled out and the panties were pretty tight on it. If she wasn't his sister, he might really enjoy this view.

"I am so sleepy, Bobby, but I can't sleep with that cold pack on me."

"I feel so bad that this happened to you, Amber. But, I've been thinking about something you said to me one day," he told her as he idly stroked her back above the ice pack.

"What's that?" she asked, her eyes still closed.

"I can't remember exactly, but it was something out of the Bible, I think. Like good things sometimes come out of bad."

"All things work together for good for those that love the Lord? Is that it?"

"Maybe. I don't know, Amber. Anyway, we just had a talk this afternoon. Mom and Billy and me. We talked about trying to be nicer to each other and being more cooperative. And, I guess, this accident kinda made us take stock. Does that make sense?"

Amber smiled. "That sounds like a dream. I hope it isn't. I wish we could get along better. We would be happier."

Bobby could feel tears in his eyes. This didn't happen to him often, but it seemed to happen when he was having a heart to heart with his sister. He wiped his eyes and said, "I don't know how to say this, Amber, but I love you."

Amber opened her eyes and looked up at him. "Those are the sweetest words in the world, Bobby. Thank you. I love you, too."

He continued to stroke his sister's back tenderly. He really did love her, he knew. He had so many fond memories of when they were little kids, when they had a happier family; when Dad was home and he and Mom still loved each other. He longed for those days.

"How long has it been, Bobby?" she asked, presently. "I really can't stand it any longer."

"17 minutes. Let's go one more minute, okay?" he asked.

"Okay, for you I'll do one more minute."

"Amber," he began, then couldn't enunciate what he wanted to say. During the time he had sat with his sister, he had gazed at her bottom and his mind had wandered. He knew that she was a skinny little thing, not really very sexy, but he imagined what she looked like naked. He had never really dwelled on that before, but suddenly imagined what she might look like totally undressed. Then he imagined kissing her while she was naked. He suddenly realized that he had an erection.

"Yeah, what?" she whispered.

"Nothing. I'm gonna go ahead and take this cold pack off of you," he said as he picked it up, removed the cloth and pulled her tee shirt back down.

"Have you been staring at my butt?" she laughed.

Bobby was taken aback, but she had her eyes closed and she was smiling. "Well, I couldn't help but look at it. It's pretty nice -- I mean for it to be on my sister and all."

She opened her eyes. "I love you for saying that," she smiled.

He stood, bent over and brushed her lips with his own. "I love you, too, Amber." He left the room.

Amber couldn't get her brother's kiss off of her mind. She had never been kissed on the lips by anyone, as far as she knew. Sure, it was barely anything at all. He had barely even grazed her lips with his own, but for some reason that made it all the more special. She couldn't wrap her mind around it, but she had liked it. She had liked it way more than a sister should like a kiss from her brother. She had fought her emotions concerning her brother for at least a couple of years. She had rationalized that nobody else was ever kind or tender with her, except Bobby. It was only normal that her psyche would grasp at any act of kindness and whoever showed that kindness. She had always loved all the members of her family, unconditionally, but Bobby had always been her favorite. Now she was wrestling with her conscience. Did she love him in an improper way? She had stifled those thoughts for a long time. His tender kiss had awakened the floodgates. She could think of nothing but him and how she longed for him to kiss her -- and more!

That night after everyone was asleep, she pulled her panties down and imagined Bobby laying in the bed with her, kissing her. She played with her clit and her wet pussy until she had the strongest orgasm of her young life. Then she slept.

A couple of months later was spring break. Amber had fully recovered from her accident -- in fact she was almost pain free within a few days. The local community college coincided their spring break with the high schools. Billy had made plans to go with several of his friends to the beach, but Bobby wasn't part of that group. The twins had started their own lawn-care business and had several lawns to mow each week. Bobby assured Billy that he could handle it, but he would get all the money, of course. Billy was good with that.

Kaley, of course, had the week off, too. She wanted to give the house a good spring cleaning, but she had set aside some days to visit family and friends that she had not seen for a while. One day, she and Amber had planned to go visit her aged Aunt Sue, a couple of hours away. Bobby couldn't go because he had too many lawns to mow. He couldn't afford to get behind, especially since it had rained the previous week.

That morning at breakfast, Bobby bemoaned the fact that he had so much to do and didn't see how he could possibly get it all done. "It's great money, Mom, but there's just not enough hours in the day to get them all done. They're saying it might rain again tomorrow. People are texting me left and right to get their lawns done today, before it rains."

"I can mow," Amber stated.

"What? You're not familiar with these lawns. You know. They don't want you to run over flowers over here and there's a hidden hole there..."

"I can do the trim with the push mower. Or you can do that and I can do the big part on the riding mower. Let me help you. You don't have to pay me," she offered.

"That's a great idea, Bob," their mother said. "Let her help you. But you have to pay her!"

"Well. You sure, Sis?"

"Yes, of course I'm sure," she smiled.

"Well, obviously I will pay you. I tell you what. I'll let you ride while I do the detail work with the push mower and weed eater. That okay?"

"This will be killing two birds with one stone. I was wanting to try to get a little sun this week. This will be a whole lot more fun than laying out on the patio, trying to get a tan!" she laughed.

Amber went to her room to ready herself to help her brother. She put on her shortest shorts, which looked shorter because she had grown a couple of inches in the last couple of months, much to her gratification. She had gained 10 pounds since her accident, too. She selected a red sleeveless crop top that she had purchased in anticipation of warmer weather. It tied at the neck and left her back totally bare. It also left her midriff bare. The problem was that she would have to go braless, or it wouldn't look right. That had never been a big deal because she was practically flat, but almost overnight her body had decided that she needed breasts. She had been amazed at her budding growth over the last month. Certainly nothing to brag about and she still didn't have cleavage, per se, but she liked what she saw when she looked in the mirror. She definitely had breasts! They were shaped well, too! Ever since her breasts had begun to grow she had felt very sexy, and her nipples seemed to always be hard. Nobody had really noticed yet, except her. That was okay. She knew that if they got much bigger that someone would notice. She had grown taller, put on some weight and her boobs had, at last, begun to grow. Better late than never!

She walked downstairs. "Hey, Bobby? You ready?"

Bobby jumped up off the couch and saw his sister. He gasped. When did his sister start looking this good? "Wow, Amber. I like that top. You look great!" he gushed.

Amber blushed and felt her pussy gush lubrication. Any compliment or attention from her beloved brother had begun to excite her every single time. She was anxious to help him today so she could spend some time with him. Nothing had to ever happen -- she certainly didn't expect or want that -- but just being near him made her feel warm and loved and happy. She couldn't keep the smile off her face when she was around him.

Bobby had already loaded the mowers onto the trailer (lucky for the twins, their father had left this behind when he left). He and his sister headed out to their first lawn. It was about an acre, but they had the entire lawn done, including the trim and weed-eating in a little over an hour. They loaded up and moved on to the next one. By 1 PM, they had mowed and trimmed 3 lawns. They stopped by a fast food restaurant and ate, then headed out again. The days were getting longer, so they kept working until after 7 PM; then they jumped in the truck to head home.

"Well, we're caught up," Bobby told her. "I am so relieved. It's supposed to rain. Thank you so much! You've got $120 coming to you."

"That much? Wow. You don't have to pay me, though. I enjoyed it. And I got some sun! In fact, I may have a little sunburn."

"We made $300, but we figure 20% for fuel and upkeep on the equipment. That leaves $240. You get half. And yep, you got some sun. I'm afraid you might have gotten too much on your back," he told her.

"You did the hard work, though. Riding is nothing. Just give me, like 40 bucks. I did put some sunscreen on, but I kinda feel a little burned, now that I'm thinking about it," she told him as she looked down at her midriff and at her shoulders.

Bobby glanced over at her. "You look so pretty today, Amber. You look different, somehow. Did you get your hair cut?"

"Well, yes, I did. Two weeks ago!" she laughed. "It's way shorter. I've also grown 2 inches and put on 10 pounds. Thanks for noticing. It's about time, though, huh?"

"Well, I guess I just don't pay attention, but...I don't want to say this wrong, but you don't look like a little girl anymore. It just hit me today, when you came out in that halter top, or whatever it's called. You really look pretty."

Amber smiled. Tears came in her eyes. She couldn't remember ever feeling this happy since she was a little girl. She adored Bobby and for him to pay her compliments meant the world to her. She sniffled as a tear rolled down her face, which she quickly wiped away, hoping Bobby didn't notice.

"Amber? What's wrong?" he asked, worriedly.

She smiled through her tears. "I'm just silly. It just means so much to me when you compliment me. Thank you. I'm happy; not sad."

"You deserve to be happy. You know, ever since your accident, I feel like there hasn't been as much tension at home. You know? I mean, yeah, Billy is still a jerk, but he's been a kinder and gentler Billy, as far as I can tell. Don't you think so?"

"Oh yeah. Definitely. He still doesn't ever talk to me, which is fine, and he argues with me about the TV. But he hasn't called me any names and he hasn't been unfriendly to me -- or to Mom, either. I'm good with not being bosom pals with him, but I hated it when he was acting so mean and angry all the time," she mused.

They arrived home and stowed the equipment, in anticipation of rain coming in later that night. Bobby, understandably, was bone-weary. He had pushed a mower and ran a trimmer all day in the hot sun. Amber told him to get a shower while she popped some frozen burritos in the oven. They anticipated Kaley returning home soon.

While Bobby was in the bathroom, Kaley called to inform Amber that she was going to spend the night with Aunt Sue, who wanted to attend a flower show the next day. Amber assured her that everything was okay and that they could manage.

When Bobby came down stairs, wearing nothing but a pair of athletic shorts, Amber took a moment to enjoy how handsome her brother was. He was already very tan from working out in the sun. He sometimes went without his shirt while mowing, so he had a good tan all over -- at least what she could see. She loved the sparse hair that covered his upper body, except for his back, which was smooth and muscular. He was good looking and that was all there was to it. She told him to get the burritos out of the oven when the buzzer rang. She headed upstairs for a shower.

As she showered, she realized that she was excited to be spending the night, alone, with her favorite person in the world -- her beloved brother, Bobby. She was still on a high from his compliments that afternoon and from how handsome (hot?) he looked when he came downstairs. She wanted to look pretty for him, so thought about what she wanted to wear. She certainly didn't want to try to look sexy; she didn't think she could look very sexy -- not yet anyway. She hadn't reached that point and maybe never would.

On a whim, she put her hair into pigtails. She had never done this since she was a little girl. She examined herself in the mirror and decided that she looked pretty cute. Her sunburn was beginning to bother her, so she found another tank top to minimize the contact of clothing on skin. This one was similar to the one she had worn that day, except that it was older and was tighter because of her recent growth. It was white with a pattern of various colored tulips. She pulled on a pair of blue jean shorts, realizing that they, too, had gotten too tight. Maybe she would spend some of the money Bobby was paying her to buy some new clothes. She looked in the mirror and saw what she had never seen in the mirror in years -- a happy, almost pretty girl.

She bounded down the stairs and realized that the oven buzzer was sounding. A glance at the couch told her that her brother had fallen asleep. She quickly removed the burritos from the oven. They were a little scorched, but not really burned. They would be okay, since they both were starved. She put some ice in tall tumblers and filled them with their favorite beverage, Dr. Pepper. She put the burritos on plates and brought them to the living room and placed them on the coffee table. Then she fetched the glasses of Dr. Pepper and turned the TV on. Bobby must really have been exhausted to have fallen asleep without first turning on the TV.

"Bobby, supper is ready!" she whispered in his ear as she leaned over him. On an impulse, she kissed his cheek. "Brother, dear?"

Bobby opened his eyes and stretched. "Oh my goodness. I'm beat. Billy usually does half of the trimming. Good grief! My legs feel like they're gonna cramp!" he moaned.

"You're dehydrated. Drink this Dr. Pepper and I'll get you some Gatorade. I think we have some pickle juice. Do you want that?" she asked.

"Pickle juice works, for sure," he informed her. "If you don't mind, grab that for me."

She brought him the jar of dill pickles, which he turned up, drinking most of the juice. "Ah, that stuff is really pretty good!" he smiled. "You're good to me. Let's eat. I'm famished."

They ate the burritos, talked, laughed, and watched TV. Amber brought him a large bottle of Gatorade to drink, and then some ice water. He finally told her that, if he hydrated any more, he was going to throw it up.

Suddenly he yelped and grabbed for his thigh. "Shit, cramp!" he cried, as he rolled into the floor. "Amber, do something!"

Amber jumped up. This wasn't the first time she had seen her one of brothers have cramps, but their mother usually knew what to do and handled it. "Lay on your back, Bobby," she told him.

When he rolled over on his back, in obvious agony, she grabbed his foot and pulled his leg up, holding her hand on the place on his thigh where he indicated was cramping. She gently pushed against his leg until it was almost perpendicular to the floor. Looking down his leg and under the leg of his baggy shorts, she could see what she thought must be his balls. A surge of lust coursed, unexpectedly, through her body.

"Yes. Hold it there," he gasped. "When did you learn to do that?"

"I don't know what I'm doing. I just watched Mama. You guys are always over-doing it and not hydrating properly," she said.

"Yeah, yeah. Another sermon," he smiled. "I think it's okay now. At least we know what to do if it hits again." She relaxed the stretch and he lowered his foot to the floor. "It will probably happen to the other one, too," he said as he extended his hand for her to help him up.

"Well, I want extra pay for being your nurse," she laughed. "Or we can do a trade-off."

"What kind of trade-off, Nurse Ratchet?" he laughed.

"My sun-burn is really hurting. I thought maybe you could rub some cream on my back. Are you up to that?"

"Sure. Turn around; let me see."

She turned her back to him.

"Yeah, Sis. That looks pretty bad. I am so sorry. I didn't think about you burning like that. That's on me. I don't think either of us thought much about anything but getting the job done, today. Get some cream and I'll see what I can do."

"I have some aloe cream upstairs that is pretty good. Let's do it up there so I can stretch out better, okay?"

"Oh, you're inviting me to your bed?" he grinned.

"Then you woke up, Brother," she laughed, sarcastically. "You ready?"

Amber gave Bobby jar of aloe skin cream as she lay face-down on her bed. He opened it and began to smear it onto her lower back. "Does the bruise still hurt, Sis?" he asked.

"If you press on it, yes. It was a deep bruise, but I'm fine. That stuff is cold, Bobby, but it really feels good," she smiled.

Bobby glanced at his sister's bottom and thought to himself that it looked even better than it had a couple of months ago when he had applied the ice pack to her bruised back and it had only been covered with her little panties. Her blue jean shorts were really short and tight and he thought it displayed her little bottom perfectly. Her back was really red from exposure to the sun, but her skin was flawless -- she had freckles on her shoulders and upper back, but her skin looked smooth and healthy; he thought it looked pretty sexy, even if it was his little sister's back. There was something to be said for skinny. Skinny could definitely be sexy.

As he applied the cream higher and higher on her back, he realized that he was slightly aroused. He supposed that it was natural to become aroused when you were in an intimate situation with a person of the opposite sex, especially when you had great affection for that person. He loved his sister very much and, after all, she had a nice little body. Touching her, giving her pleasure, even if it was just treating her sunburn -- or her injury -- was a somewhat intimate act.

"You can untie it, if you need to," she whispered. "This feels really good. Can you do it all night?"

"That's what she said!" he laughed, quoting their favorite TV rerun, 'The Office'.

Amber laughed. "You nut. I love you."

Bobby had taken girls' tops off before. He had removed their bras. He had had sex, several times, but he was still nervous about the simple act of untying his little sister's tank top. It tied at her neck. All he had to do was pull the string and it would be undone. He wouldn't see anything. She was laying on her stomach, but still, it felt like he was undressing her and, for some reason, it aroused him. He pulled the string, and pulled the ties back and off of her back. He then began to gently apply the cream to her neck and shoulders. They felt hot to his touch and he knew that he needed to be extra careful because the burn was most severe here.

"Bobby, that feels so much better. It's like magic. My shoulders and neck were really beginning to burn. Rub some on my ears, too," she whispered.

"I love these pigtails, Amber," he told her as he massaged the back of her neck. "You're so cute."

Amber was aware that her panties were very wet. From the time her brother started touching her back, she had become very aroused. She loved the feel of his hands on her. She tried to keep her mind from imagining him putting his hands all over her body. What would his hands feel like on her legs, her stomach, her breasts, her little virginal pussy? She couldn't let herself think about this -- until he was safely out of the room when she would play with herself until she had a bed-shaking orgasm! What was wrong with thinking about him when she masturbated? She rationalized that there were no other males in her life. That would change one day, she hoped. For now though, she would allow herself to fantasize about him. That's all it was. There couldn't be anything wrong with it. Who did it hurt? Nobody.

"What?" she smiled.

"I said you're cute," he said a bit louder.

"I know," she giggled. "I just like hearing it. Nobody else ever says that."

"Then I'll say it enough to make up the difference," he told her. "You are very cute."

Forgetting that her top was not fastened, she turned over on her side to look in his face. She saw him glance down at the unexpected, and unintended view of her budding breasts and quickly lay back down.

She blushed. "Shit, Bobby. I forgot it wasn't tied. I'm so embarrassed," she said as she burrowed her face in the pillow.

Bobby laughed. "Don't be embarrassed. I'm your brother and your best friend." He didn't tell her that the sight of her breasts had made his cock lurch and his mouth water to kiss and suckle them. She certainly didn't need to ever know that.

Amber kept her face turned into the pillow. Her voice muffled, she said, "They're growing."

It sounded to him like she said, "Lawn mowing".

"What about lawn mowing?" he asked, continuing to rub his sister's back, even though he had covered every square millimeter with the cream already. He loved touching her and was reluctant to stop.

She turned her face out of the pillow, still blushing. She whispered, "They're growing. I said that they are growing."

"What?" He paused. "Oh!" He felt himself blushing. Why would she tell him that? He had noticed a couple of times that day that she seemed to be filling out her tank top pretty nicely and wondered if her breasts weren't bigger than he had always assumed.

"I guess I'm finally having a growth spurt. I have put on weight, gotten taller and, finally, I'm getting boobs...I can't believe I'm even telling you this. But there's nobody else to tell, Bobby. I don't have any friends. You're the only person I can tell personal stuff to," she rambled.

"It's a great compliment to me that you just told me that. It makes me feel...I don't know. It makes me feel wonderful that you trust me that much."

"I love you, Bobby," she said as she turned, carefully keeping herself covered this time. "You're my best friend. Thank you for letting me talk about my new boobs," she laughed.

"They looked nice -- I mean the microsecond that I saw them. You looked good in that tank top, all day, though. You were so cute. I thought about it all day," he gushed.

She looked concerned. "Do you think I should have worn a bra? I mean, those tops are not really made to have a bra worn with them..."

"No! You looked great. Let's make a deal, okay? If I ever see you wearing anything in public that I think is borderline inappropriate, I will tell you my opinion. You can decide, of course, whether to go ahead and wear it," he suggested.

"Well, I really think I know what's appropriate...but these..." she glanced at her chest. "These are a game changer. I'm not used to them and I don't know what other people are seeing. So, yeah. I would be glad for you to always evaluate what I'm wearing. After all, I trust you more than anyone else," she told him.

Bobby reached for one of her pigtails. "You've got to wear your hair like this more, Amber. You have such a cute face. Your hair fixed like this really emphasizes it."

"It doesn't make me look like a little girl?" she asked. "And these freckles -- I was glad to get some sun on my face because a good tan kinda covers them up."

"It makes you look sexy," he told her, unable to think of a better word. "And your freckles are incredibly sexy, too."

Amber laughed out loud. "That word has NEVER been used in reference to me, Big Brother!"

Bobby had a sudden urge to kiss her. He was almost positive that she would be okay with it, as long as it was just a brief, brotherly kiss. He leaned and kissed her lips, not just a peck, but just a couple of seconds. He then looked into her face to judge her reaction.

Amber looked into his eyes, a quizzical look on her face. "Is that part of my pay for today?" she smiled.

"No. It was me telling you that I don't know how to tell you, with words, how much I adore you, Little Sister," he told her, realizing that tears had come into his eyes.

"Then tell me again, because I didn't hear you," she whispered, as she reached up and put her hand on his cheek.
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