In the last part of the story, I told you about Kate and mine’s first time together. That was my first time spent with a girl. Kate had already lost her virginity to someone out in California.
We spent nights together on an almost weekly basis for a long time after that point. It wasn’t long before it became business-as-usual, with neither of us thinking much of it, except for how great it was. We of course kept it a secret. We were good at that, too, as we both were trained at hiding things.
The first person to find out – and, at this point, one of only two people to ever find out – was Joel, no big surprise there. I don’t know how he knew. He must’ve smelled something, or caught on to our body language, or hell, maybe he can read minds. But he suddenly, in the middle of us watching a movie, blurted out, “are you having relations with your sister?”
After a quick moment of shock, I tried to lie to him, fumbling my way around a denial and an excuse, but he would have no part of it. I locked the door (despite no one else being home) and confessed, giving him a very breif version of what I’ve already told you all.
I could tell that he was hiding discust, but he was otherwise somewhat cool about it. I assured him we always used protection, and that it was consentual, and such… I believe he used the word “deplorable”, but he also said that he wasn’t in the position to judge me.
Time passed. Half way through the next school year, I had to deal with my first legitimate heart break as Kate started dating Jeremy, a baseball player. I hated that horse. He was arrogent, he was boastful, and he stole my lover away from me. Our intimate time had dwindled recently at that point, but I wasn’t prepared to have her date someone. I thought about finding someone to date, myself, as some sort of revenge, but… No one could compare to her.
No one except Angie.
I had always found Angie to be very attractive, but now that my head was not love-drunk with images of Kate every school day, I started to better appreciate the lovely dinosaur that was always very eager to spend time with me. The beautiful way her skin shone in sunlight, the lovely color of her red feathers… Oh yeah, and I guess she had a good personality or something too.
Seriously, though, we got along great. Unlike Joel who’s sense of humor rarely dipped into what he called “lowbrow”, as mine apparently did, and unlike Kate who had violent reactions to my puns (not that I can blame her, and yeah, I try to make a lot of puns in real life, even if I haven’t made any in this blog)… Angie “got me”. That’s a lame way to say it, but it’s true. Our minds were very in-line with each other. She enjoyed and encouraged all the stupid, almost crude jokes I’d make. She liked dumb movies and silly pop songs.
I didn’t find out until after our first date that she had actually been crushing on me for about a year at that point. I didn’t notice because, well, I was occupied. But now – well, you know women. She probably could smell that I was on the look-out. I don’t want to say I was desperate, but, well, when she asked me out, I jumped at the chance. We saw a movie – something “lowbrow” and comedic – and went to a fast-food place. Cheap tastes for simple people.
Angie and I did it on our third date. We didn’t need protection because, as a mammal, I can’t get Angie pregnant. We made out on the couch – she’s a fantastic kisser, by the way – and she stripped for me. Angie has a wonderful tail, very thick and strong.
We crawled into bed, I naked atop her, but by the end she was on top, straddling me, claws clung to my chest. Her performance certainly gave Kate a run for her money.
So we started dating. Kate didn’t say much about it. She said she was happy for us, and then proceeded to spend more and more time away from home with her horse. It went on like this for about two months.
If Kate had taught me the true meaning of lust and passion, then Angie taught me the true meaning of love and kinship. We were connected, quickly became inseparable, holding hands and kissing in public. I was happy. To be able to love in the open like, it was something Kate could, honestly, never give me.
And yet… I still loved her. Kate, that is. I loved Angie, but the two loves were different, I can’t explain how. It wasn’t long before Kate broke up with Jeremy, and suddenly I was the one in a relationship, with the other, I imagine, secretly pining for something she could no longer have. It… killed me, to do it to her. Angie, as a woman and being the emotion radar that she was, was sensing the sorrow inside me, although I couldn’t explain why. I could never tell her, could I?
I had to, and I did.
Historically speaking, in terms of people being told that their new boyfriend had fucked his sister numerous times, Angie took it rather well, and my nose stopped bleeding in a few minutes. She didn’t break up with me, obviously, and it seems to me that she was more offended by me keeping such secrets from her rather than the act itself.
Angie and Kate started hanging out. I never told Kate that I had told Angie, but she found out eventually. She wasn’t mad about it.
One night, with Angie sleeping over, Kate started flirting with me, hard. She was drunk, and I could tell that she had been crying earlier. It took every ounce of willpower I had, but I turned her down. I had to, for Angie. But when I retreated to my room, Angie put her hand on my shoulder and told me it was alright. She just wanted me happy, she said, and she… didn’t mind.
A wiser or better-written man would not have done it, but with Angie’s blessing, I made my way to Kate’s room for the night.
So that’s about where we stand today. I happily date Angie, who has allowed me to spend time with my sister on occasion. About once every two weeks, in fact, Kate joins me in my room for the night.
Now if only I could get Angie to join us…