Forgiveness and Reconciliation - Chapter 0 - Prelude - Sex Stories

Forgiveness and Reconciliation - Chapter 0 - Prelude

... sister on the other hand was a different mater. Her name is Rachel, and while she shares my freckles, that's the only major resemblance we have. She's a year older than me at 20, standing at 5'5", and about 130 lbs. She has the brown eyes of our parents, and short cut black hair. She's dyed it black since she was 13, her natural hair colour being blonde. Her reasons for short dyed hair were simple, really. First, she was a tomboy, and just couldn't be bothered to brush out long hair. Keeping it short also let her run through the bushes without it getting caught on things, which she frequently did. Second, she liked black hair. If you were expecting some profound revelation, I'm afraid you've come to the wrong place. She's always been a bit of a troublemaker. Those running through the bushes I mentioned was usually because she was being chased by someone. Like the coach after she egged his house when she was 16. This wasn't received well by him. Or our parents. Or the principle. Turns out that throwing eggs at the coach's house because, "You don't like being told what to do", isn't a good enough reason, and will get you suspended from the girl's basketball team for a few games. But that's Rachel. She's never been one to follow the rules, even the rules she agreed to participate by. I first noticed that Rachel was a girl when we were still young. It might sound strange that when you're a kid you don't realize the person you're sharing a bath with has different bits than you, ...

... but I don't think we really noticed until we were 7 and 8. Thinking about it, that seems like a really long time to not notice something so profound, but oh well. I guess we did notice it, but there were never any questions to come along with the noticing before then. Once the questions did come however, we found ourselves taking separate baths. And while this is a perfectly reasonable and logical decision to make, there was a problem. Our questions weren't answered. And so it wasn't until 5 years later that we got the explanation we were looking for. It was that dreaded day of 7th grade, when they marched all the girls of the class into the gym and gave them "The Talk". She came away from that experience a little traumatized, if I'm being completely truthful. However, it gave us a window into a world we'd been told not to ask about. That day was probably the day I started to fall in love with my sister. We lived a short ways out of town, and rode the bus every day back and forth from school. We climbed on like normal, and when we sat down in our usual seat, she immediately began speaking to me. "We had this awful thing today." My response was to grunt, as was my usual way of telling someone to continue talking. "The teachers grabbed all of the girls and started talking to us about stuff. About sex stuff. And they showed us a video of a baby being born. It was so gross." A dip in the road sent us banging around the school bus, and she was quiet for a few moments. I didn't ...