Kristin And Matt's Story
By Submissive Romantic  submissiveromanticone(at)gmail(dot)com    Edited by Michael-Leonard


Due to several requests and a lot of encouragement the story, "How Did I Ever Get Here?" 
continues with "Kristin and Matt's Story". You should read it first in order to get background 
information as this story makes reference to people and events from the first story. 
(http://www.thevalkyrie.com/stories/subrom/howdidievergethere.txt)

 
Chapter 1

For as long as I can remember, I have always looked up to my older brother. That changed in the 
last year when, physically, I shot past him in height; now I look down on him. 

Let me tell you about myself. I'm five feet ten inches tall; I weigh one hundred and fifty five 
pounds. I know; you think I'm overweight. Well, I'm not. My measurements are 38-23-33, and 
to set the record straight for you boob lovers out there, I'm a B cup. My weight is not in my 
boobs, it's in my muscles. I'm sixteen years old and I've been working out for the last six years. 
You see I'm a gym rat in the truest sense of the term. My parents own Kris's Gym, a full service, 
co-ed facility, that has become the focal point of my life. Although I do a cardio workout every 
morning, I spend most of my workout time in either our weight room or in our boxing room. 

Let me tell you a little more about the rest of my family. My Mom is the biggest influence in my 
life. Even at age forty-five, she has the body that any twenty-five year-old would die for. I must 
have inherited most of my genes from her. She often joins me in my early morning workouts and 
is always encouraging me to push for new personal bests in whatever I'm doing.  Mom is the 
driving force behind the gym; she's a great businesswoman and runs the gym under her rules. 
She also definitely wears the pants in our family. Now don't get me wrong, my Dad is a great 
guy, I love him to death, but whenever we have a family meeting, it's my Mom that, after 
listening to input from all of us, makes the final decisions. I think my Dad is cool with that.

My Dad is what we lovingly call, vertically challenged. Basically his body just stopped growing 
when he was thirteen. At five foot two, or a little less if you ask me, and ninety pounds, he 
certainly looks out of place in the family photos. He is good-natured, extremely intelligent, 
friendly, and in great shape. He's a runner. He probably does a minimum of five miles a day, 
every day. And he absolutely worships Mom. A few months ago, Mom told me the story of how 
they met. How he had joined the gym after being transferred here from California, and how he 
had been acting like an ass in the gym and to the other members, and that she had invited him to 
spar a few rounds with her. She kicked the crap out of him during this "attitude adjustment" as 
she called it, and afterwards, invited him upstairs to her apartment. It was during that night that 
she really got to know him, and that they fell in love. They still go a few rounds every once in a 
while. I've watched them on the security camera. I know that Mom doesn't go all out during 
their sparing sessions, but Dad does put up a good fight. The one thing they never do is get in the 
ring if either of them is angry at the other. I told you, Dad's not stupid.

Now for my brother, Matt. Matt is seventeen, about five feet eight inches tall and weighs about 
one hundred and thirty pounds. He's the other runner in the family. Ever since I can remember 
he has been running with my Dad. They leave the gym early in the morning when the weather is 
good and head out to the countryside. They come back an hour or so later totally soaked in sweat 
but grinning from ear to ear. Matt is one good-looking guy. Ever since we started high school, all 
the girls try to get his attention. They ask me to put in a good word for them, which I almost 
never do. You see, I want him all to myself.

Let me explain.


Chapter 2

It was a couple of months before my sixteenth birthday; I had just heard the story from Mom 
about how she and Dad had met. My brain was going a mile a minute.

"That's how I can get Matt to notice me."

I had such a crush on him. That very night, I laid out my plans. The first, and most important 
thing, was for me to continue to improve as a boxer. Mom had started me on a weight lifting 
regime. She told me that the more muscle I had, the less I had to worry about over-eating and 
getting fat. It would also help my self-esteem and my confidence level. Soon, I was benching my 
weight, ninety pounds, and curling twenty with each hand. That's when I started to execute my 
plan.

"Mom, I asked, will you teach me how to box? I want to be just like you." Boy, I laid it on thick. 
How could she refuse?

"Of course, Dear"

>>From that day forward, we ended every workout with a boxing lesson. How to stand; how to 
punch; how to move. The more I did, the more I liked it, and the more I wanted. I was getting 
pretty good if I do say so myself. Mom and I would spar a couple of rounds before the guys got 
back from their run, so they never really knew anything about it. 

Then it was time for phase two.

"Mom, you know I started my period a while ago, but it comes and goes; I never really know 
when I'm going to get it."

"Honey, I know what you mean; because of my workout regime, when I was young the same 
thing was happening to me. I'll call the doctor and get you an appointment for a physical."

Parents are so easy.  By the following week I was on the pill to help regulate my period; phase 
two, complete.

Phase three was going to be the most difficult and the most dangerous. I had to lay it all out to 
Mom as to what I wanted to do and why. I knew that if Mom said no way, I was finished.  The 
next day after our workout, after my lesson, I asked.

"Mom, can I talk to you for a minute?" Sitting down on the canvas of the ring, we looked at each 
other but I hesitated. 

"You can tell me anything, you know that; so just let it come out." 

"Mom, I love Matt and I want him to be my first; I want him to be my only." And I laid out my 
entire plan.

The silence was deafening. I blew it, dammit. Then she spoke:

"Wow. So that's what's been going on here for the last several months. All the training, the 
weights, the boxing lessons.  Does he know how you feel?"

I shook my head. "He doesn't know I exist other than that I'm the girl that sits at the dining room 
table when we have our lessons."

"That's not true and you know it; it's just that boys don't mature as early as girls do. And I don't 
think he really knows anything of, or even thinks about sex. But this is a very big step in a girl's 
life; are you sure you want to do it so soon and with your own brother?"

"Mom, yes, he's all I ever think about at night when I'"

"It's OK dear we all do it, it's nothing to be embarrassed about."

"You do?"

"Did. I have your father now for that, and he's all I'll ever need. Let's get back to you and Matt. 
If I let you go through with this plan of yours; I want you to make me a couple of promises. One, 
you won't hurt him, ever. Two, you will be very discreet; you can never tell a soul about this. 
Three, you will let him make his own decision about the "ever after," where I know this is 
leading. And, finally, if it doesn't work out for some reason, if either of you decides that the 
other is not "the one," you will both continue to love each other as sister and brother. Do I make 
myself clear?"

I nodded, almost too stunned for words.

"Then, my answer is yes."

"What about Dad?"

"Don't worry about your father; I'll take care of him when the time comes. For now, what he 
doesn't know won't hurt him." 

For the next couple of months I continued my training. I was in the best shape of my life. Even 
the staff commented on how good I looked and how strong I was getting. Finally, just after my 
birthday, I started to tease Matt about how he looked like a beanpole, he was just all arms and 
legs, stuff like that. I had made sure never to let him see me in my workout outfits, only in my 
sweats or hidden under baggy clothes, so that he had no idea of how strong I was getting. I 
finally got him mad enough to challenge me to a contest. 

"You're my little sister; I can beat you in anything."

"Yeah, right."

"Go ahead, you name it."

"Ok, said the spider to the fly. Sunday morning 6:00 down stairs in the boxing ring, we'll spar a 
couple of rounds."

"Ok Fine. Just don't come running up here crying to Mom when you get hurt."

The trap snapped shut!


Chapter 3

I told Mom Saturday morning during our work out.

"Ok, remember your promise, don't hurt him too badly. I'll keep you father occupied so you can 
have some privacy"

"Thanks, Mom. I'm so excited; I hope I can sleep tonight."

At a quarter to six Sunday morning I woke up, dressed in my workout clothes, a tank top and 
shorts and my robe. I went to my brother's room and tapped on the door. He opened the door and 
stepped out into the hallway. "Ready" I said. He nodded and we headed down to the gym in 
silence.  

Climbing into the ring, I could tell Matt was beginning to have second thoughts about what we 
were about to do.

"I don't really think this is a very good idea, suppose you get hurt; what would Mom and Dad 
say?"

"Mom already knows about this and said it was ok as long as we both promised that whatever 
happened we would always love each other. After all we are brother and sister."

"Of course I'll always love you."

"Then it's settled, we'll box four two minute rounds with a minute rest in between each round. 
The loser has to grant the winner one favor." I slipped that in at the last moment; he never 
questioned it.

"How are we going to determine who the winner is?"

"Either when one fighter quits or can no longer continue, or gets knocked out."

"OK, sounds fair to me."

I reached outside the ring and set the timer. We then went to our respective corners. I dropped 
my robe and turned to look him in the eye. I think I saw a hint of uncertainty as he looked across 
the ring at my body. I put on my wraps and gloves and put in a mouthpiece; he did the same. We 
each began warming up, waiting for the bell to sound the beginning of the first round. 

The bell sounded and we came to the center of the ring and touched gloves. I could tell he had 
never done this; he was slow and unsure of himself. I'd have to go easy on him at first or this 
could be over way too quickly. We began to circle each other; I threw a light jab just so he would 
settle down a little. It worked; he began to throw some jabs himself, all of which I blocked with 
my gloves. Matt seemed to grow in confidence. He hadn't been hit yet. He started to throw 
punches with both hands, with total disregard for defense.  I let him go on for about twenty 
seconds then, when he threw another jab, I slipped it and buried a right hook into his unprotected 
rib cage. The punch hit with a resounding thud. His eyes opened wide in astonishment and pain; 
and he backed away quickly. I could see that fear had replaced confidence. I was afraid he would 
quit right then and there. That was not my plan; I wanted to break him, to make him see me as an 
undefeatable goddess; to worship me. I had to chase him around the ring for the rest of the round. 
When the bell rang ending the first round, we each went to our own corner, me the supremely 
confident warrior, him a scared little boy. He sat on the middle rope with his head hanging. I did 
catch him glance up a couple of times, taking a quick peek at me. 

When the bell rang for round two he got up slowly and taking a defensive stance met me in the 
middle of the ring. We began throwing jabs again, my three to his one. Mine were getting 
through to his face; his were hitting air. Halfway through the round, I decided to end it. There 
was nothing he could do to hurt me and I saw little to gain in causing him any more pain than 
necessary. I forced him to the ropes with a series of light jabs. When I had him on the ropes I 
leaned into him and began throwing hooks to his body, not hard enough to take him out, but hard 
enough to make sure he knew who the boss was. That's when I noticed his erection.  It was 
tenting out his shorts. I was turning on my big brother by beating him up. It was time; I stepped 
away from him allowing him to get off the ropes.  He advanced slowly, his guard down to 
protect his sore ribs. I thought, say good night Matt, and threw a wicked right hook, that caught 
him flush on the jaw. He seemed to turn like a corkscrew, his head leading the way. His legs 
gave way and ended up on his back, out cold.  

I had to work fast; I didn't know how long he would be out. I pulled off my gloves and wraps 
and took out my mouthpiece. Then I did the same for him. I stood over him and stripped. I was 
so elated that I put my foot on his chest and struck a double bicep pose as if there were a crowd 
or a photographer present.  Now for the best part, I thought; I kneeled down next to him and 
pulled off his shirt and his shorts. It was my turn to be awed. Who would have guessed that my 
brother was hung like a horse? I had read that an average cock was about five and a half inches. 
Matt's had to be at least eight. I hoped I hadn't bitten off more than I could chew. I took his cock 
in my hand and slowly began to move it up and down. It was hard, yet soft to the touch. I was 
beginning to pick up the pace a little when I heard him moan as he began to wake up.

"What the hell do you think you're doing? Stop, we can't do this; you're my sister."

"This is the favor that I want."

With that, I increased the tempo even more, soon, he moaned again and started to shake; his cum 
shot in an arc high into the air and landed on his chest and stomach. When he could finally speak 
he said,

"Oh god Sis, that was incredible."

"That, my dear brother, was just for starters, now it's time for the main event."

I was so ready. I swung my leg over his hip and straddled him. Then I reached behind, grabbed 
his still erect cock and placed it at the entrance of my pussy. Here we go, I thought, as I slowly 
began to sink onto that mighty piece of meat. It seemed to hit a little resistance as it went in. I 
pushed down a little harder, and with a pinch, which caused me to yelp, it began to disappear 
into my pussy. I continued to sink down until our pelvic bones were touching. 

"Oh my god, I've never felt anything like this before. Let me get used to this."

Then, I started to lift myself up, then down again. Then up, then down. With every rise and fall 
my clit seemed to rub itself along his length. Soon I felt the approach of my first cum with my 
lover. I looked into his eyes.

"I'm cumming."

Panting, I dropped down on his cock until I had it all. I held still letting the feelings rush through 
my body. After a minute, Matt began to raise his hips and started to plunge that wonderful cock 
of his in and out of my pussy. I bent over and kissed him, our mouths locked together, our 
tongues exploring. Soon I felt another orgasm coming on. I sat up, grabbing his hands; I placed 
them on my tits and started to grind my pussy into him. He mauled my tits and pinched my 
nipples. That did it; I exploded.

"Oh God, I'm cumming." 

"Me, too," I heard from Matt and felt his cock expand and pulsate within me. My pussy clenched 
and I felt spurt after spurt of his cum deep within me. I collapsed onto his chest. I could feel his 
heart pounding. We lay together like that for some time. Reluctantly, I had to roll off of him; my 
legs were beginning to cramp.

"I love you, Matt. That was the most wonderful feeling I ever had."

"Kris, what are Mom and Dad going to say." 

"I don't know, but I guess we'd better get dressed before Dad comes down to open up."

We picked up our clothes and ran to the locker room. We took a shower together, taking our time 
to examine each other's body. His cock got extra attention; and soon was back up to its full 
length.  That's when we heard noise coming from the locker room. We shut the water and held 
our breath.

"Matt, Kristin, when you're done in there; I want you to get dressed and come upstairs for a 
family meeting."

"Oh shit, now we're in for it; Dad sounded pissed," Matt said, his cock was already deflated.

We dried off, dressed and ran upstairs. We found mom and dad sitting at the kitchen table. We 
took our usual seats and waited. Dad was the first to speak.

"Do you two have any idea what you've done?" 

We sat with our heads down, waiting for the punishment to be handed down.

"First of all, you've broken the law. It's a crime for two children to have sex with one another. 
Your mother and I could also be charged with contributing to the delinquency of a minor. We 
could lose you both. Would you want to grow up in foster homes? Mom told me about your plan, 
Kristin; after the fact of course. I'm a little disappointed in you. What you did would look like a 
rape to most outsiders. They would see pictures of the bruises on Matt's face, the black eye, 
which I'm sure, will be more noticeable in a few hours, and conclude that you forced him to have 
sex with you."

"Dad, she didn't force me, I wanted it to happen. I could have stopped her if I wanted to."

I looked up at this point and smiled at my love.

"Yeah right. I saw the fight on the security camera. If your mother hadn't stopped me I would 
have been down there to stop it before she killed you. Besides, that's not really the point; she 
took from you something that she had no right to take. It was your first time, too and should have 
been on your terms, not hers. Do you understand, Kristin, you lived out your dream, but you did 
it at the cost of Matt's."

"You're wrong dad, I've wanted this to happen for about a year; but I was afraid that she would 
think I was some sort of pervert, and I'd lose her forever."

I was stunned with that. I never knew.

"Really," I gushed, with tears building in my eyes.

"Ok, I understand, you think you love each other and that you want to be lovers, forever. I think 
that's our fault as parents. We have raised you to love one another. We've tried our best to give 
you an example of what a loving relationship should be. We've given you the opportunity to 
develop physically; to be the best you can be. By home schooling the both of you, I feel your 
Mom has given you a great education up to this point; but, that education came with an 
unforeseen cost; by not interacting with kids your own age, you've haven't matured emotionally; 
you haven't had the chance to form relationships with others. It's for that reason that I'm 
suggesting that we enroll you, this fall, in high school. If, after high school, you still feel the 
same way about each other as you do right now, I will do everything I can to help you live out 
your dreams."

"Mom, say something. You can't let him do this, it could ruin everything." I shouted, now the 
tears were flowing down my cheeks for a different reason.

"I'm sorry, Honey, but I think your father is absolutely right. We have neglected your emotional 
development, and high school is the best place for that. As to you and Matt becoming lovers, 
that's up to you both. If you want him you're going to have to overcome the challenges of rivals 
for his affections. The same will be true for Matt."

"Fine!" I yelled, slamming my hands on the table; I got up and ran out of the room. I went to my 
comfort zone, the boxing room, and putting on my workout gloves, began pounding the heavy 
bag.  I went at it with a vengeance. 

I pounded that bag, yelling at it. "Dad, why are you doing this; you're trying to break us up."

For twenty minutes I went on, finally I just stood there and cried. At that point, I felt the presence 
of someone behind me. It was Dad.

"Is it safe; I just want to talk?"

"Daddy, of course it's safe, I'm not really mad at you, just the situation."

"Honey," holding me close, "it's got to be this way. If you or he never gets a chance to be with 
other kids, to have those types of relationships, there will always be a nagging sense of doubt in 
the back of your mind. Does he really love me? Do I really love him, or were we just so 
desperate for companionship that we clung to each other? With the first real argument that you 
have, those doubts will bubble to the surface, and you'll have nothing to overcome them; 
because your relationship was built on a lie."

"But Dad, that's how you and Mom got together."

"That's true, but we were both older and I, for one, had had a lot of previous relationships. Your 
Mom had been married and had gone through one of life's toughest lessons; that sometimes the 
person that you depend on most ' to always be there, to always love you, to be the person you 
thought they were ' fails to live up to that."

"But I'll lose him."

"If you do, then that just means that your relationship wasn't built on love, it was built on 
loneliness; and that's not a good foundation on which to build any type of relationship. If, 
however, you don't lose him, if your love for each other is real and survives the tests that are 
sure to come, then you'll have a solid foundation on which to build the rest of your lives. We 
will support you all the way, but you have to go through this first."

I threw my arms around his neck and held him tightly. "Dad, I love you so much. Thank you. I'll 
try."

"That's all I can ever ask of you. Now, I have to get to work."

A couple of weeks later, we had our appointment with a guidance councilor from the local high 
school. While Matt and I sat in separate rooms taking a test to determine whether we would be 
able to do high school level work, mom and dad sat with the councilor; answering questions 
about our education. A couple days later we received letters of acceptance into high school. It 
turned out that, because of a quirk concerning our birthdates and the school systems normal 
practice of when you could start school, we would both be starting as juniors, Matt being a little 
old for the class and me being a little young. As far as we were concerned that was more than we 
could hope for.  


Chapter 4

So, when school started, we joined in with the rest of the junior class. We had taken similar, but 
not identical schedules, so we weren't in the same class all the time. But when we were, it was 
assumed that we were fraternal twins. We saw no need to correct them. Mom had warned us 
about showing any affection towards one another in school, which was really hard to do. It didn't 
take long, only a week or two before some of the other girls started to flirt with Matt. Bless his 
kind heart, he never appeared to notice.

"You know Matt, Susan and Donna are flirting with you."

"No, they're just being friendly."

"No, they want to be more that just friends."

"Well, what can I do about it; I can't tell them that I already have a girl friend. Besides isn't that 
why we are here to begin with. Maybe I'll ask one of them out on a date."

"You do that and you will have a bigger problem on your hands than some flirty girls."

"Well, I can't help if I'm so irresistible. What do you think I should do?"

"Just continue to ignore them; just be friendly; but not too friendly."

"And what happens when the guys start to hit on you."

"I can handle myself; besides I already have my guy."

A couple of weeks later I had my first encounter with a guy from one of my classes. He 
approached me after school, while I was at my locker, waiting for Matt to arrive.

"Hi, how are ya doing?" he said. "I'm Derrick. We're in the same history class. I was wondering; 
you doing anything Friday night? Maybe we can go to a movie or something."

I panicked. He was a good-looking guy. The whole situation took me completely by surprise. I 
was just about to answer yes, when Matt walked over and asked if I was ready to go. Relieved, I 
turned back to Derrick and said, "No; but maybe some other time; I've got to go." 

When we got outside of the building, Matt turned to me and asked, "Who was that guy?"

"Just a kid from my history class." 

"He asked you out, didn't he?"

"Yes, but I told him no."

"What you did was postpone it; now he's just going to ask again."

"I know, but I was taken by surprise; and he was so good looking'"

"Do you want to go out with him?" Matt asked with a dejected look on his face.

"No! Yes, no' I'm so confused. This is going to be so much harder than I thought it would be."

"Well then, I guess you'll just have to say yes. It's the only way we'll ever know if we were 
wrong all along. And maybe, I'll just see if Donna or Susan is available Friday night as well."

With that he, picked up the pace and headed home alone. At that, my life just seemed to fall 
apart. It seemed that after only a month at school, I had lost Matt forever. When I got home, I 
tried to hide my face from Mom as I walked around the front desk. As I got to the staircase, I 
heard Mom's voice. 

"Kristin, come with me."

We walked into the boxing room and sat on the ring apron. That's when I broke down and cried.

"Mom, I'm so confused. I think I lost him today. A guy tried to ask me out and I would have said 
yes if Matt hadn't gotten there when he did. Instead, I just said I wasn't available Friday night. I 
hurt Matt, something I never wanted to do and he said he might ask one of the girls in class for a 
date. Maybe you guys were right, maybe this was never meant to be." 

"Honey, I know you're confused, that's normal, it's part of growing up. Not all the answers are 
cut and dried; and some are not what we want to hear. All I can tell you is that you have to do 
what feels right for you, now. If you and Matt are meant to be together, it will happen. If not, you 
can't sit back and watch life pass you by. Go out with this guy, but don't rush things, let them 
happen at their own pace. Now get upstairs, do your homework. We'll work out after supper."

School life changed for both of us that day.  We both decided that seeing other people was best 
for us both. Matt was still my best friend. We even double dated. We acted as councilors for each 
other, talking about our problems, telling each other how our dates went, even asking for advice.  
Matt was always going out on dates; he was very popular. Some of my girl friends even asked 
me to put in a good word for them with him. I just couldn't bring myself to do that. In the back 
of my mind I think I still wanted him for myself and was a little jealous of them. I, on the other 
hand, seldom went on more than one or two dates with a guy, before they either lost interest in 
me or I dumped them because they were jerks. I was quickly getting the reputation of someone 
who didn't put out. I wasn't feeling sorry for myself; on the contrary, I liked being free and 
independent. I went out with my friends or stayed home and worked out. That was how our 
schooldays went. 

In our senior year, Matt and I both went out for the track team; Matt was the men's long distance 
runner, competing in the mile and two mile events. I was into the field events and set the 
women's school records for the javelin, shot put and discus. One day, I was waiting after practice 
for Matt to come out of his locker room. We normally walked home together. All of the girls had 
already left and most of the guys as well. I thought, maybe I missed him coming out and he's 
waiting for me around the side of the building. I went outside and walked around the corner. I 
stopped dead in my tracks. There was Matt, on the ground in front of Brad Moore, a kid that I 
had turned down when he asked me out. He was closer to my size than he was to Matt's.

"Come on, get up and fight you coward. I didn't hit you that hard." Matt tried to get up, but the 
kid kicked him in the chest, flipping him over onto his back. "Like I told you before, you're a 
pansy and your sister's a lezbo."

That's it, I thought, no one talks that way about us, no one. 

"Hey Brad, why don't you pick on someone your own size?" I said walking towards him. Before 
he had a chance to reply I shoved him backwards away from Matt.

"OK lezzy, you asked for it."

I took up my fighter's stance as he came at me, throwing wild punches with both hands. He was 
a street fighter, and not a very good one at that. I stepped to the side and let him pass, then threw 
a couple of jabs. His head flew back with each one. Then a right hook knocked him on his ass. I 
let him get up and he came rushing at me again. He managed to get in below my jab, but a left 
upper-cut to his gut stopped him in his tracks. I followed up with a right upper-cut which 
straightened him up, and a left and right hook to his face sent him face down on to the grass, out 
cold. I went back to check on Matt, he had a bloody nose and was going to have a black eye by 
morning but he appeared to be ok. I went back to the punk. 

"Come on, get up, you like to fight, come on let's fight."

"No more, please, I've had enough. You win, you win."

"Get up and listen to me," I yelled. "If I ever catch you picking on my brother again ' or anyone 
else, for that matter ' I will beat the shit out of you."

"He's the one that wanted to fight."

"It's true, Sis. The bastard was spreading the rumor that you were a lesbian and I challenged him 
to fight me here after school."

"Well, I'm not a lesbian. Just because I'm particular about whom I date and what I do on my 
dates doesn't make me one. I'm just a big, tough girl who can and will kick your ass if I ever 
hear of you talking like that again. Now, as for today, if any kid in school asks you who kicked 
your ass you tell them that it was Matt. If I hear that it was me that did it, I'm going to know it 
came from you. Then, I'm going to find you and kick your ass all over the school in front of 
everyone. If anyone else asks you what happened, you tell them you tripped over your own feet 
and fell down the stairs. Now, get the hell out of my sight."

He ran. I turned and helped Matt to his feet.

"Is it true, you stood up for me? That's so sweet.  What are you nuts?! That kid could kick your 
ass from here to next Tuesday; what were you thinking?"

"You're my sister; no one talks like that about you. Besides, I still love you."

I almost missed it; he had said the last sentence almost under his breath.

"What did you say?"

"I still love you. I've always loved you. I always will love you."

"But all those girls, all those dates, I felt for sure I lost you forever."

"Hey, a guy has to have a little fun once in awhile. Besides, how was I ever going to learn to 
make love to you properly, unless I had some practice along the way?"

I didn't know whether to kiss him or kill him. All this time he had loved me and never once did 
he ever tell me.

"Why didn't you say something before?" 

"I couldn't. Mom and Dad told me not to, that you had your own growing up to do and that if I 
said anything it might stop you from seeing other guys. Do you still feel the same way you used 
to about me?"

I threw my arms around him, picked him up and kissed him until I thought I'd pass out from lack 
of oxygen.

"Hey Sis, take it easy, you trying to finish what Brad started or what."

With that, I put him back on the ground, and grabbed his arm and headed for home.


Chapter 5

When we got home, we walked, arm in arm, through the gym, past my mother at the desk and 
went upstairs. When we got to the kitchen, Dad was just finishing up the salad for dinner.

"Dad, after supper can we have another family meeting; we have an announcement to make. 
With that we headed to our rooms to change. As we were heading down the hall I heard Dad pick 
up the phone and dial downstairs.

"I think you'd better come up here for dinner early; the kids want a meeting."  

After diner, after Matt and I cleared the table, we all returned to our seats and I started to speak.

"Mom, Dad, we asked for this meeting to first thank you for making us go to high school. It's 
been exactly what we both needed in order to grow emotionally. We've had a lot of fun, met a 
lot of new people and made many friends.  We also met some assholes, such as the one Matt had 
a fight with today. The fight was about me; Matt stood up to a bully to defend my honor."

At that point, Mom reached over the table, took hold of Matt's chin turning his head from side to 
side, and examined his face. 

"Probably have a black eye by morning, but not too bad. Is that what happened, Matt?

"Yes, he called her a lezbo; said she had to be because she won't go out with him and none of the 
guys she dated ever got past second base with her."

That had us all laughing for a few moments, then, I continued.

"Today, I learned a lot about myself and Matt. I learned that he still loves me as much as I love 
him. That, although we both have dated other people, we still have strong feelings for one 
another.  We love each other more than just as a brother and sister. We love each other as a man 
and a woman and would like your permission to live as such under our roof and when we go 
away to college."

I sat down and waited. Dad was the first to speak. 

"I promised you a couple of years ago that I would give you my blessing and that I would help 
you in any way I could, if you agreed to go to high school and date others. I have never reneged 
on a promise before, and I don't think you'll have any problems getting your mother to agree, as 
well."

"Be happy, be kind to each other, never let people try to rule your life, and Matt, never get into 
the ring with her if you're upset with one another. She's a lot stronger and a lot more skilled than 
she was a couple years ago."

"I know; who do you think came to my rescue and kicked the crap out of Brad?"

"Good. Come on Jack, let's go down stairs and check on the staff. You can stay with me until we 
close up for the evening. Good night you two, have fun; we'll talk about sleeping arrangements 
going forward tomorrow."

With that they left the kitchen and hand in hand went down stairs.

I couldn't get Matt into my room fast enough. We stood at the side of my bed. He took my face 
in his hands and kissed me; tenderly and gently at first, then with increased passion until I 
thought I'd melt with desire. My hands were trembling as I tried to unfasten his belt. He released 
me and lifted his shirt over his head as I finally got his pants undone. They fell to the floor and I 
saw he had no underwear on. That beautiful cock of his was not fully erect but close to it. I fell to 
my knees and, taking it in my hand, I put the head in my mouth and started to lick. I was 
rewarded for my efforts with a groan of desire. I began to move my head back and forth taking as 
much of him in as I could without gagging. I felt his hands gently touching my head; not forcing 
me, but rather guiding me to maximize his pleasure. I was enjoying the feeling of his cock in my 
mouth and the thought of his pleasure so much, that I almost missed his telling me to stop; that 
he was going to cum. I had no intention of stopping, instead I increased both the pace and the 
intensity of my sucking and soon I felt him stiffen. His cock began to pulsate and spurted his 
cum in my mouth. I sucked him until he was done, then leaned back on my ass looking up, and 
swallowed. It was slightly salty and a little slimy; I loved it because it came from him.

He leaned over and pulled me up to his mouth kissing me again, our tongues dueling for 
supremacy. 

"That was incredible," he said as he steered me towards the bed. He lifted my shirt over my head 
and slid my shorts down to my ankles as he gently pushed me onto my back across the bed. I 
lifted my ass to allow him to pull off my panties. 

"Now it's my turn." He pushed my legs apart and began to kiss and lick my pussy. I was already 
dripping wet. I felt his tongue enter me, slurping up my juices. I was so ready my hips were 
thrusting involuntarily. Just when I thought I couldn't take much more, Matt began sucking on 
my clit. I went nuts. I grabbed the back of his head to keep him right there. At this point, only my 
head, shoulders and feet were on the mattress.

"Yessssss!" I screamed as my vision seemed to blur and my world narrowed to nothing but my 
pussy. 

When I finally calmed down, I saw Matt looking up at me from between my legs, with a devilish 
smile on his face. He helped me move to the center of the bed, then crawled up between my legs, 
pushed them farther apart, and inserted the head of his glorious cock into me.

"This time, I'm in control."

With that, he began to push into me until I had all of him. He leaned forward, his weight 
supported by his arms, and kissed me as he moved in and out. I started to feel tiny contractions 
within me almost immediately.  He must have felt them too, because he began moving faster and 
with even more passion. I had my feet on his ass, urging him to go deeper and faster. Soon ' 
almost too soon ' we climaxed, our bodies clenched in a death grip of passion. Then, the 
moment passed and he collapsed on top of me, our hearts pounding and our breathing slowly 
returning to normal. He kissed me on the forehead, on both cheeks, my nose and finally on my 
lips.

"Thank you," he whispered, "now my dream has come true."

We fell asleep in each other's arms. When morning came, I awoke to find him next to me, his 
head resting in his hand, watching me. 

"How long have you been up?"

"Only a few minutes," he replied. "You're so beautiful when you're sleeping; I didn't want to 
wake you."

We kissed, then after attending to our morning business, we got dressed and went down stairs to 
work out.  Later, we had breakfast with Mom and Dad. They laid out the ground rules that we 
would have to follow for the rest of the school year. We would maintain our own rooms; 
however, we could sleep together and make love as long as we were quiet. When we were at 
school, we ' obviously ' had to appear as brother and sister. No one could ever know that we 
were lovers. We also discussed how we were going to live after graduation. They obviously had 
thought about this a lot. Because we were both accepted by the University of Arkansas, we could 
attend college together.  The main campus in Fayetteville was a little too close to home, so we 
were going to attend the campus in Little Rock. Dad had already made plans to purchase a two 
family house near the campus. We would live together on the first floor and rent out the second. 


Chapter 6

College life was wonderful; the best of all worlds. I could attend classes and social functions as a 
single, fun loving co-ed. Then come home and live and love with my wonderful "husband". The 
same went for Matt, although I had to watch out for upperclasswomen on the prowl looking for a 
mate. Down girls he's all mine. I found the best way to do it was to simply wear him out as many 
nights as possible. It was a tough job, but someone had to do it. 

As graduation approached, we had a family meeting back home, during which we planned our 
future. I would be graduating with a bachelor's degree in marketing and a minor in physical 
education. Matt's major was accounting with a minor in business management. All of us came to 
the decision that there was really nothing holding us here in Arkansas. Kris's Gym was a great 
success and would serve as the foundation on which to build our future. Matt and I would move 
to Southern California and scout out the future site for Kris's Gym, West. Mom and Dad really 
wanted to return to California, so we came up with a plan to set up an Employees Stock Option 
Plan. Dad said there's no better way to insure that a business will succeed with absentee 
ownership, than to allow the employees to own some of the business. They would stay behind 
until the new gym was completed. They also had to tie up a couple of loose ends here, promote 
Tommy, the night manager, to the position of general manager, allowing him to move into the 
apartment above the gym if he chose to, and then pack their belongings and move back to 
California.

In California, we would use the basic floor plan of Kris's Gym. The space above the gym would 
be expanded to include an entire second level and would feature two separate, but joined, 
apartments; one for Mom and Dad, the other for their son and his "wife".  Money was never 
going to be an issue, thanks to Dad's money manager and advisor "Aunt Vicky" (see previous 
story). We also planned for the possible future expansion of the company and would be looking 
into other sites in California.

A week after graduation, we packed our Ford Explorer with our personal possessions and headed 
west. We were in no hurry and would drive until we got tired, find a motel and spend the night. I 
got a real charge out of checking in as Mr. and Mrs. Matt Carpenter. Of course, we made love in 
each motel. It always felt a little kinky making love in a strange bed every night, never bothering 
to dress until the morning. When we got to San Diego, we stayed in the Holiday Inn overlooking 
the bay, the Coronado Naval Base with its aircraft carriers out in the distance. Each morning, we 
would drive out to a different section of the city; looking for an area which had no other fitness 
clubs and whose population we felt would best support our gym.  We found an old strip mall, 
vintage early Fifties, in the North Clairemont section of San Diego that was for sale. The land 
was what we were buying' and the location. Mom and Dad flew out and after going over the 
demographics and looking over the area; we put in a bid for the property, which had been in 
foreclosure for about a year. The bank was anxious to sell and accepted our bid just to cut their 
losses. 

With a location secured, Matt and I found a furnished apartment about ten miles east of the site.  
We retrieved our possessions that we had placed in storage and moved in. As we were unpacking 
the boxes and setting up the apartment, we came across a small unlabeled box. 

"Matt, what's in this box, there's no label on it?"

"I don't know, I never saw it before, I thought it was your girly stuff. Why don't you open it and 
find out."

I opened the box and pulled out the contents, which consisted of two VCR tapes and a sealed 
envelope. The handwriting on the envelope was definitely Mom's. I started to open it, when Matt 
reached over and grabbed one of tapes. It was the one that was in a commercial sleeve. 

"Holy shit Kris, it's a porno film; 'The Very Best of Jonnie, a Victoria Productions film'."

The letter momentarily forgotten, I reached over and took it from him and examined it more 
closely. On the back were pictures presumably taken from the tape. I froze, now it was my turn 
to yell.

"It's Dad! There are at least four pictures of Dad on the back!"

"And that's Aunt Vicky. I remember seeing pictures of her and her husband on vacation in 
Hawaii that Dad got a couple of years ago."

"Hurry Kris, read the letter."

"It's from Mom and Dad"


 "Dear Kids,

  If you're reading this letter, then you've found the tapes as well. Your father and I, after 
 much debate, decided that it was time that we filled you in on some of our personal history; 
 the parts of our life that we are not particularly proud of.  It might explain a little bit 
 better who we  were and how we became the people we are today. 

 I want you to see how I first met your father and what I did for a living for the first 
 couple of years after college. The tape contains film from my childhood and from the time 
 I lived in Las Vegas. I've told you how I got your father to marry me, but I never told 
 you the whole story.

 As for the other tape, I think it will be self-explanatory. If you choose to watch it, 
 remember that your father was in essence working his way through college, he was all 
 alone in life and made decisions that he thought were best at the time. This became a 
 big part of his education and, with Aunt Vicky's help, he was able to secure his ' 
 and eventually our ' financial future. Besides, I ultimately became the direct beneficiary 
 of all that education.

 Please don't judge us too harshly. 

 Love always,

 Mom and Dad


"Wow," I said. "Which one should we watch first?"

"Let's watch Mom's tape first. I have a feeling that if we start with Dad's, we may not get to 
Mom's for quite a while."

With that, we headed to the bedroom, tapes in hand.


     The End


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