Amy and Curtis Are Not Siblings

Having worked many years as a design engineer for the same company I have seen newly minted engineers come and go. Some years ago we hired a new engineer straight out of school and I'll call him Curtis. He and I hit it off really well and along the way he told me an interesting story about how he met a girl named Amy, who he eventually did marry. Without further ado I'll let Curtis tell this tale himself, but note that there is no sexual content during the time that they were under 18--I'm not saying that there is nothing, it's just that it isn't shared here.
"When I was 12 years old my mom and dad divorced and I wound up living with my dad. Those were challenging times and I focused on being a good student despite coming from a one parent home. A few years later my dad started dating a very nice lady named Valerie who had a daughter my age who I'll call Amy. After some time they moved in with us and it was like having an instant mom and sister, which does take some time to get used to. Valerie and dad eventually got married, which was OK with me because she and I hit it off right away. The situation with Amy was a bit different, however, and that's where this story gets interesting.
Things were going along fine during my senior year in high school until, that is, when Valerie and Amy moved in. Valerie was not the problem as she and my dad had their lives together, but things were very different between Amy and me. First of all I never had a sister, neither older nor younger but the change in my life occurred inside of a single day. Sure, Amy and I each had our own bedrooms, but we shared the same bathroom. This was a problem because of the amount of stuff that females feel is an absolute necessity. The list is endless with various kinds of makeup that comprise an assortment too long for most guys to even contemplate let alone comprehend, shampoo and crème rinse, tampons and pantyliners, blow dryer, vitamins, you name it. That plus I now had to think about when I needed to use the bathroom rather than just heading in there whenever I wanted.
Second, Amy was very athletic, something that I learned during the course of those first couple of weeks. Don't get me wrong, I did OK playing sports, but she was good at whatever she did. When a bunch of us decided to have a friendly softball game, Amy was the star and soon whenever the guys were picking teams, she was always first pick. At school she ran track and went out for the volleyball team. It took a few weeks, but I soon resolved myself to this whole thing. It was what it was.
During those first few weeks I was adjusting to the idea of having a sister my own age, except she really wasn't my sister. She wasn't even my stepsister because it was a matter of her mom was married to my dad and there was absolutely no genetic links. Still everyone, me included, began to think of Amy as my sister at least part of the time, which adds an interesting twist because guys can be protective of sisters and I was no exception.
My dad had a really comfy place that he built as a mancave at the back of the garage. It had a big flatscreen TV, a huge leather couch and a couple of overstuffed chairs, and a bar. I don't just mean a little cabinet with bottles of booze, but a real BAR. Yes, it was a beautiful eight foot long live edge wood slab counter with tall stools and a huge fancy mirror behind tiered rows of bottles holding bourbon, scotch, gin, rum, vodka, and even an assortment of cordials. Anyway, I was sitting there one Saturday afternoon watching a college football game enjoying the solitude when who should appear but Amy.
"Hey, this place is awesome," said a voice from the doorway as she looked around and then took in all the creature comforts that any guy might conceivably want.
"It is my favorite place bar none, but no pun intended," I replied.
Amy let out etimesgut escort a little giggle at my unintended humor and then asked, "Are you watching the Penn State game?"
"I am. Come on and join me," I said automatically not really knowing what I would be getting myself into. Amy sat down and I could see in a matter of minutes that she was really absorbed by college football. "What other sports is this girl into?" I thought to myself.
"Did you take the SATs last the spring?" she asked.
"Yeah, I did. I want to become an engineer and hope that my math scores will allow me to get into a good college somewhere so just for insurance I'll be taking them again this fall. How about you? Are you planning to go to college?"
"I am. I have been thinking that I'd like to be a sports trainer although at one time I was thinking of sports medicine but I'm not sure I'd be able to hack all the science classes required for med school, especially stuff like organic chemistry. What kind of engineering are you thinking about?"
"I thought about civil, but lately I'm drawn to mechanical. I like conceptualizing and making things but didn't think that building structures was going to be my thing." Just then Penn State scored and Amy jumped out of her chair. I might get enthusiastic about watching a game, but this girl was over the top. Nevertheless, there was something genuine about Amy, something that I could never find in other girls.
After watching several college and professional games we began to share one anothers enthusiasm and the talk of sports soon evolved into things more personal. For example, I learned that she had never been on a date. It wasn't that she was unattractive, but my guess is that not only was she taller than most women her age but operated at let's just say a higher amperage. That was a combination that probably did not endear her to a lot of the guys.
From an appearance standpoint, Amy did not have an overwhelmingly feminine figure. She was not only tall but had practically no boobs, hips or butt to speak of. In other words she had the perfect physique of a volleyball player, which, in fact, she was. The one attribute that clearly was in her favor was her very long perfectly proportioned legs. One of my buddies described them as being so awesome in the way that they went from her feet to her ass.
Over the numerous times that we sat together watching TV, it became an evident that we both actually looked forward to not only the sports events but getting to know each other. I learned that not only had Amy not been on a real date, but as strange as it might seem she had never even kissed a guy but then again, I had never kissed a girl either. When I asked if I could kiss her, she had no objections and, in fact, we both enjoyed the experience. Nevertheless, we still felt that we were kissing siblings, which meant that it didn't seem that there were any romantic feelings that either of us managed to get from it.
Now time does march on and we had made it through the rest of football season and well into basketball to where March Madness had come and gone and our senior years were fast coming to an end. At our high school there was a senior prom at the end of May. Being still a bit of an awkward teenager, I was not all that comfortable about asking girls to go on dates. Moreover, Amy was a bit of a tomboy as well as a genuine jock, so I used to kid her about being an athletic supporter. Most of the guys showed little interest in her. Under those circumstances and about three weeks before the prom, I sort of hemmed and hawed but finally asked her if she would be my date.
"Would I?" she began, "Of course I would. Besides I was starting to wonder if you'd ever ask me or not. I think I would have been really disappointed had you asked someone else to be your etlik escort date."
"I thought about it a lot but didn't want anyone to think I had a date with my sister, which is a bit weird."
"But you're not my brother and I'm not your sister so I don't care what the other kids might think," she replied rather emphatically with a bit of a stern look on her face.
That settled that and those next few weeks just flew by. Amy went shopping for a dress and I got to rent a tuxedo plus I ordered her a corsage and after talking with a couple of the other guys we decided to go together for hiring a limo. The big day arrived and after getting dressed I went downstairs to the living room to wait for Amy. Now I have to admit most of the time I would see her dressed in jeans or athletic shorts and a tee shirt, so I was not ready for what happened next: a drop-dead cute girl came down the steps wearing a sexy emerald green dress with a slit up one side showing off those spectacular legs of hers. Her hair was done such that I had never seen before. Let's just say my mouth dropped open because I was going to be the envy of all the other guys at the prom. Mom and dad were busy taking pictures as the limo pulled up out front.
The prom was held at the local country club and was an absolute blast. Amy and I had a wonderful time, but if there was one thing that was sort of awkward was when we got home we both lived at the same place. Neither one of us were tired so we changed into comfortable clothes and went out to dad's mancave to watch a movie and just chill out.
"Curtis, you were so sweet to take me to the prom. Plus nobody thought of us as brother and sister so your worries hopefully are put to rest. I enjoy being around you. You're a lot of fun. I know that I intimidate some guys but maybe you and I could do some stuff together. For one thing I'd really appreciate it if you would come to our track section finals this coming week. I'm running relay and the coach has me doing the high jump, which honestly I'm not sure about. But I sure could use some moral support."
"Sure, I'll be there. Besides I know that you'll do fine. To be honest if I were on a track team I'd hate to run against you."
"Thanks, you're a doll," Amy said and leaned over and gave me a kiss on the lips complete with some tongue."
"Whoa!" I thought to myself. "Where did that come from?"
It was no where as tame as the last time we kissed. Still as my perceived sister I wasn't about to make any foolish moves. For one, I really cared for this girl, but second was that if I did anything stupid like trying to hit on her my dad and her mom would be anything but not happy. The summer went by in the blink of an eye. Amy and I enjoyed one another's company, but I kept things strictly platonic.
September arrived and we both were headed off to college. Amy was to start at one of the New York State University units as an undeclared major who was likely going to decide on physical therapy. On the other hand, I was at a private university starting as a mechanical engineering major. Our campuses were only about an hour apart, but I also was allowed to have a car whereas Amy wasn't.
We both got settled in and the second weekend of that new semester I drove to her campus to check in on her. As it turned out Amy needed a ride to a sports team tryout, and I was the natural to help out as chauffeur. Being as capable as Amy was, she had no problem at the tryouts demonstrating her great athleticism and dedication to winning. All of that is a way to say that even before the weekend was over the coach told her that she had made it. To say that she was delighted would have been an understatement.
That Saturday night we decided to celebrate and went out to dinner. The food was good and so was both the service and the atmosphere, eve gelen escort but the look on Amy's face was somehow different. It was if she wanted to tell me something. I wasn't exactly sure what it was because having just made the team, she had every reason to be focused on celebrating. Still our conversation was lively enough, but I eventually put it out of my mind.
There being no room in any of the dorms, my mom and dad had found a small efficiency apartment for Amy. It wasn't the Ritz, but it was functional and it was an easy arrangement for me to crash there, which was the plan for that particular weekend. We got back to her place and turned on the TV, not quite what was in dad's mancave, but it would suffice under the circumstances. Amy excused herself and went to the bathroom. I really wasn't conscious of how long but after a little while she emerged and caught me totally unawares because she was totally naked.
"What the heck? Why? Why are you not wearing any clothes?" I asked realizing that this was the first that I had ever seen her in the buff.
"Well, do you like what you see?" she asked.
"I do, but am I supposed to?" I answered her question with another question.
"I hope you do. Besides, why not?" she responded.
"Huh?"
"OK, let me be perfectly blunt. I want you to pop my cherry... tonight!"
"What did you just say?! What brings this on?"
"I want you to pop my cherry. It's just that simple. I knew I liked you from the very first day that we met. That kiss after the prom in the mancave was wonderful and I felt myself getting horny then."
"I need to tell you, the same was for me."
"When you took me to the prom you were so handsome in your tuxedo. Some of our friends were getting laid that night and deep down I was wishing it was us, but I also knew that we weren't quite ready."
"Oh my gosh. Are you sure that you want me to do this?" If this is your first time, I've heard that it might hurt." I said thinking of how insane that question was because I knew that I wanted to fuck Amy and could feel the stiff erection that had already grown in my pants.
"To answer your question, yes, this is my first time. However, I don't think I want to talk about it anymore. Just put it in slowly and I'll tell you if it hurts or not," said Amy lying back on the sofa, spreading her legs and revealing a smooth shaved pussy that I saw glistening with her natural juices. I unzipped and stepped out of my jeans and slipped off my briefs. There was a drop of precum on the tip of my manhood. I placed it at the entrance parting her lips ever so slightly and then with ever more pressure began to enter her.
Amy grimaced slightly but didn't complain. "Are you OK?" I asked.
"I'm fine. Keep going," she said as she raised her hips to speed my entrance. Soon my member was in as far as it could go. What an awesome feeling it was with that warm pussy engulfing me. All I could think about now was filling her with cum and I began to move in and out, short strokes at first but then longer ones as I could sense an orgasm wasn't that far away.
"Curtis, I'm ready. Go ahead," she begged. One last thrust and Amy got her wish as warm, sticky semen burst forth from my penis and as I did so she wrapped those lovely long legs around me to hold me tight inside. When I was finally finished, we collapsed in each other's arms, both satisfied with a first performance for each of us.
"Amy, what did we just do?" I asked.
"We just made love, silly. What did you think?"
"What happens if I just knocked you up? How would we ever be able to explain that? Mom and dad would probably kill us both."
"Don't worry about that. My period is due tonight or tomorrow. So getting me pregnant is not very likely. Still, if we are to continue do this, and I hope we will, you better buy us a box of rubbers just to be safe."
"You know, all of a sudden I'm not thinking of you as my sister," I admitted.
"You weren't my brother before, and you certainly aren't now!" she reminded me with a little demure giggle that was followed by a tender, passionate kiss.