The Girl on the Video, Parts I - III - Sex Stories

The Girl on the Video, Parts I - III

... work out had been churning in my brain all day. I knew she was right, my sister and I most definitely had things to work out.

I was working up the courage to broach the topic – a topic we hadn’t discussed in years – when she spoke first.

“I talked to Megan today,” she said.

“Yeah?” I said.

“She told me you too had fucked.”

“Ditto,” I said, taking a sip of my wine.

“You’re not jealous, are you?” she asked.

“No, not at all,” I replied, looking at her. “You?”

Jesse shook her head. “She also said…” she started, then paused.

I finished her statement for her. “She said she wouldn’t know how she felt about either of us until we sorted things out between us, right?” I asked.

My sister nodded.

“Is that why you asked me over tonight?” I asked. “So we could sort things out?”

She nodded again, nervously.

“I’m glad you did,” I said. “Last night I was thinking about that night, the night we were caught.”

“I think about that night a lot,” she said.

“So do I. I always wondered what our lives would’ve been like if that hadn’t happened.”

That night in question happened shortly before the shoplifting episode when I was sixteen and Jesse was seventeen. We had been at the neighborhood swimming hole with some friends and had come back late. We’d had some beers so we were a little tipsy.

We snuck inside without our mother hearing us, and made for her bedroom, where we intended to say good night then I would go to my room. Our aunt, who was ...

... visiting from out of town, was asleep in the guest room.

As we stood in my sister’s room, feeling silly and giggling, I went to hug her good night, but somehow changed my mind mid-stream and kissed her instead. She giggled and asked me what I was doing.

I had suddenly gotten nervous and self conscious, so I pulled back. But now that Jesse was turned on, she wasn’t taking no for an answer. We started undressing and one thing led to another. But suddenly, the next thing I knew, our aunt Brenda was standing in our room staring at us as we grabbed at our clothes and pulled them on hurriedly.

Busted.

Thankfully Brenda never told, though she would later exact an even heavier price – but that story was for another night.

“Never happened?” Jesse asked. “Do you mean if we didn’t make out or if we didn’t get caught?”

“Didn’t get caught,” I said. There was a long pause before either of spoke again.

“Who do you think Megan loves more?” Jesse asked.

“She’s your friend,” I said.

“That’s not what I asked.”

“I don’t know. I just know she said she wouldn’t know until we sorted out whatever was between us. I actually think she would love it if all three of us were a thing.”

“Do you love me?” Jesse asked.

“You’re my sister,” I said. “Of course I love you.”

“Not like that,” she said, turning towards me and leaning her shoulder against mine. “I mean, that night we were caught, did you love me? Do you love me now?”

“I don’t know, so much has happened since that ...