Being Honest This Time
by John D. Rodburn
Copyright© 2026 by John D. Rodburn
Chapter 1
I have to admit that I like surprises. It’s nice when a friend or family member that I hadn’t seen in years just shows up. I like surprise birthday parties. I like ... well, I just like surprises.
There are some that are kind of weird too. About a year ago, a guy that was a bully in my grade school came by to apologize for dunking my head in the toilet in seventh grade. He said that he has changed and would like to be friends now. I don’t know. I think Facebook and Twitter are close enough.
There was one surprise that topped them all. It happened about three months ago. It was sort of a good surprise mixed with a weird one.
I have a sister that is almost a year younger than I. She turned eighteen last month. She is the hit of every party, and in the wet dreams of every guy that sees her. I consider myself the lucky one, though. I get to see more than those other guys do. I see her in short, almost see-through nightgowns, sometimes just her bra and panties, and, of course, smaller bikinis than she wears to the beach. I’ll admit. Over the last six or seven years, she has been the object of most of my dreams.
Like I said, it happened about three months ago. Mom and Dad were out on one of their “date” nights. It was a Friday night and I had the suspicion that they wouldn’t be home until about an hour before Dad had to go to work, Monday morning. That’s exactly when they came in.
I was thinking about going to a party myself, and was getting ready to go. I had shaved and taken a shower. I wrapped a towel around my waist, and opened the bathroom door. As it opened, I saw Kendra just coming out of her room. She had that really short nightgown of hers on.
“Hey, Kevin. I have a question.”
“OK. Maybe I have an answer.”
“You spend some time online, right?”
“Some.”
“Do you ever read any stories on there?”
“I get books all the time.”
“No. I mean stories that people write and post on a website.”
“A few. Why?”
“I found this one site the other day. I couldn’t believe some of the stories on there.”
“OK. Like what?”
“Well. It happens to be a place where you can write sex stories and post them on their site. It’s free to post, and free to read the stories. There are some really interesting ones on there.”
“OK. Write down the site’s address and I’ll check it out later.”
She stepped a little closer to me.
“There was this one that was sort of interesting.”
“And it was about...?”
“It’s funny you should ask. It was about a brother and sister that were in the same position as we are now.”
“What position is that?”
“He was coming out of the bathroom after a shower, and she was just coming out of her room.”
“Are you trying to reenact the story?”
“No. Not all of it anyway.”
“How much are you going to do?”
“I’ll start with this.” She reached forward and snatched the towel from around my waist.
“HEY!”
“Chillax, bro. I have to take a shower right now, and I may come out dressed the same.” She took the towel into the bathroom with her and closed the door. “Don’t chicken out on me now. See if you can walk through the house like that.” I heard the water running then.
I didn’t know what to do. Here I was, in the middle of the hallway, naked. Completely naked. I had a choice to make. I could go into my room and get ready to go to that party, or I could take her up on her challenge.
I was sitting on the bottom step when she came down. She had a towel wrapped around herself, and was drying her hair with another one. The towel was low enough that, even at that angle, I couldn’t see anything.
“I thought you were going to come down naked,” I said. She came all the way down, then stood in front of me.
“I figured that turnabout is fair play. Just pull right there and the whole thing will drop.” She pointed to a knot that was right over her tits.
I reached up and pulled. Sure enough, the towel dropped to the floor. I spent the better part of the next few minutes eying her body. I spent part of that time looking at her pussy. She noticed that and rubbed her hand up and down it.
“I made sure there are no stubbles anywhere on it,” she said. “I’m a little hungry. Would you like some of the cake we had for dinner?”
“Uh ... yeah ... I guess.”
She grabbed my hand and pulled. I stood, then she stepped beside me, wrapped her arm around me, then wrapped my arm around her. Our naked bodies were now touching, and my dick was pointing the way.
I sat, at her insistence, and watched her while she got everything out and on the table. She just HAD to bend over in front of me once, which gave me a great view of her ass and pussy lips.
“I don’t want you to take this the wrong way, Kendra.”
“What?”
“Just why are you doing this? I’m not complaining here. It has been one of my fondest dreams to see you naked. Why are you doing this ... now?”
“For that reason. I wanted to see you naked. I just thought this would be a good time. Mom and Dad won’t be back until Monday morning, so we have all weekend to look at each other.” She sat down and started eating.
“How do you know...?”
“Let me fill you in on a little secret that the women of this family share. Right about the middle of our cycles, we get horny. We get so horny that almost nothing will stop us from getting off ... as often as we can. Mom is in that time period, and Daddy will be lucky if he has the energy to make it to work Monday.”
“Thus, the long weekend.”
“They couldn’t very well do anything with us around, so they go on their date nights that last all weekend.”
“Damn. And I thought we were bad. Guys want to do it all the time. Dad’s a lucky man.”
“One of these days, Daddy is going to be a dead man. I just hope it’s during Mom’s time of the month. He’ll go out being very happy.”
“OK. So, we have the whole weekend together. What now?”
“Well.” She finished the last of her milk, then put the glass down. “I would like for us to go into the den and read some of those stories. What do you say?”
“We could ... do that.”
“Good. They’re not here, so there is no bedtime. We can stay up all weekend too.”
She gathered up the dishes and put them in the sink, then grabbed my hand and led me to the den. She sat and brought up the website, then scrolled through the stories. I didn’t notice until she began to read that they were all about brothers and sisters. I really took notice then. She read a few short ones, then sat back in the chair.
“I noticed a few things about those stories, sis.”
“Like what?”
“For starters, the girl is always the one that starts everything.”
“That’s because the brothers are afraid that the sister will either reject them or turn them in as a perv.”
“Yeah, I can see that. What about the guy rejecting his sister?”
“What brother is going to turn down the advances of a hot-looking sister?”
“Yeah. I can see that too.”
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