Molly and Me (R)

My parents split up when I was ten. My father remarried a few years later and he gained a step-daughter from his second wife's first marriage. My father and his new wife were both doctors. I assumed they met at work but I didn't ask too many questions (I really didn't want to know) and my mother wasn't volunteering any of the dirt.

I felt obligated to stay with my mom who remained single although she started a serious dating relationship around the time I turned sixteen. Mom was a nurse but when her marriage fell apart she left the hospital where my father had most of his practice and worked at the Blue County Nursing Home. She sold the house as part of the divorce settlement and bought a smaller place in a nice neighborhood which is where I grew up.

I saw my father semi-regularly since we all lived in the same town and I got to know his step-daughterMolly fairly well because of all the family gatherings, holidays, vacations and other events but we really didn't hang out all that much. I must confess I thought she was pretty much a spoiled little brat when I first met her (we were around eleven) and she struck me as an pampered goody-two-shoes but as we grew older and got to know each other a little better I decided she wasn't all that bad.

Molly attended St. Anne's Catholic while I went to Hillsboro High so we had different friends and different interests. Sometimes we were forced into awkward family situations and we did our best to co-exist together when we had too. Over time, I helped her out by giving her rides before she got her own car, teaching her how to drive my standard car with the clutch, and ducking out with her at various boring family gatherings but we weren't necessary close. Mostly, we understood each other as children of divorce (actually, her dad died) and we supported one another by sharing step-parent stories, experiences and feelings.

Despite all the drama in my family, I was okay with the situation and I had gotten used to the routine of two households and two sets of parents. I had no complaints when my mother started dating Jeffrey who was some big deal at one of the local manufacturing companies. I was already used to having a step-mother so if Jeffrey became my step-father it wouldn't really matter. He seemed to be an okay guy but we didn't really spend all that much time together and I hardly noticed when Jeffrey eventually moved into the house. I figured my mother deserved to be happy and I wasn't about to be a jerk about it.

But then Jeffrey got a huge promotion that involved a transfer and my mother unexpectedly announced that she was going with him to Buffalo. It was not the kind of news I wanted to hear. I was just about to start my senior year at Hillsboro High School and I had no interest in pulling chops and abandoning ship to bail out with my mother. Hillsboro was my home and I wanted to graduate with my friends. Luckily for me, my father agreed to let me move in with him, his second wife and his step daughter Molly so I could graduate from Hillsboro High School.

A part of me was hurt that my mom was willing to sacrifice me for some guy but I understood that I was almost an adult now and that my mother had a right to live her life. She raised me after my father moved out and now her job doing that was almost over anyway. I'm sure she was a little hurt that I wanted to stay in Hillsboro instead of going to Buffalo with her too so we both reached a mutual truce about the entire situation.

I packed up my room and moved into my father's house which was pretty much a mansion compared to the house my mother and I lived in. Dad and Janet (his second wife) built this half-million dollar house along Blue River and it took my breath away every time I walked into it. It took some getting used to being around my step mother Janet and my step-sister Molly full time now. There were different rules and expectations under their roof and I had to adjust my attitude and routine to accommodate my father's standards not to mention my step-mother's personality and my step-sister's presence.

The master bedroom was on the first floor which meant Molly and I had the second floor to ourselves although we had to share the bathroom.

"There's four rooms up here and they only put in one bathroom?" Molly complained.

Ironically, there were three bathrooms on the first floor!

Molly seemed annoyed to have a guy around the house all the time but she got used to keeping her bedroom door shut and locking the bathroom door although I couldn't help but feel a little insulted that she felt she had to lock the frigin' door around me. And I got used to the smell of Molly's perfume, her bra hanging from the shower curtain, and her various girlfriends coming and going. That was probably the best part - meeting some of Molly's St. Anne's Catholic friends, new and different from the girls at Hillsboro High. I dated but there was currently no steady in my life so I didn't mind the treat of having so many girls around the house.

Molly and I usually saw each other at breakfast before heading out on our separate ways (and separate schools). Janet liked to have a family dinner together when possible which was usually a couple of times a week. And Molly and I ran into each other around the house, especially at night on the second floor when we were doing homework or entertaining friends. My pals loved coming over to the plush house and they seemed to get along okay with Molly. Whenever either of us brought a date home we would tease each other and then later we would give a review of the person with a thumb's up or thumbs down.

I was actually having fun and while I missed my mom it was nice getting to know my Dad again. Janet treated me with respect which I appreciated and Molly and I were getting along pretty well too. I don't want to say we flirted because we really didn't but we did tease each other. I'd razz the Catholic school and she'd insult the public school and my goofy friends but it was all in good fun.

I had to admit that Molly had matured and grown into an attractive seventeen year old. She wore her wavy black hair long and she had shapely hips and a full figure. I felt like a sleaze sometimes checking her ass out but I couldn't help it. She was attractive. There was no pressure hanging with her - we didn't have to have any false pretenses or fake sincerities and that allowed our relationship to flow easier. We shared the same house and the same family and we knew each other fairly well in that context and it wasn't as if we were going anything stupid as step-siblings.

I did observe, however, that Molly was still basically a goody-two-shoes even at seventeen. She was a devout Catholic who went to Church every week and she seemed to take her Catholic Faith quite seriously. She dressed more conservatively than most of her friends, I never heard her swear or curse, and she almost seemed prudish when it came to boys and her attitude about sex.

We obviously didn't talk about it much but I could tell the way she treated my friends that Molly wasn't the flirting, seductive type.

My father called me on a Saturday morning and told me to meet him and Janet for brunch at the Sun Rise Lake Inn and to bring Molly, of course. I hadn't seen her since I got up an hour or so earlier so I went to her door and knocked on it.

"Go away," Molly mumbled after my third rap.

"We're wanted elsewhere," I told her.

"I'm sleeping," she groaned.

I opened the door and found her buried under her covers with her head stuffed under the pillow. "You need to get up," I said.

"No I don't," she mumbled.

"We're expected for brunch," I reported.

"I'm not hungry," Molly growled.

"I don't think we have a choice," I replied knowing when my father told us to do something we did it.

"Leave me alone," she moaned.

"I will when you get up," I informed her. "I'm only following orders. Your presence is requested at the Sun Rise Lake Inn."

"Is it some holiday I'm not aware of?" She sighed.

"No, just your mother and my father out for brunch and we're expected."

"You go," Molly suggested. "Tell them I was out."

"You have a cell phone," I pointed out.

"Tell them it went to voice mail."

"Come on, Molly. It's after ten anyway. "It's time to get up."

"I don't want to," she groaned. "Give me a break, please."

"You can get up," I replied, stepping to the bed, grabbing the bottom of her covers and pulling them off.

"Don't!" She screamed, trying to grab the top of the sheets but I was too quick and I stripped the bed of its covering before she had a chance to stop me and I was stunned when she was revealed to be stark naked lying on the mattress.

Molly was too shocked to react or even to try to cover herself and I stood there holding the bedding in my hand gawking at her amazing exposed naked body.

"Oh my god, I'm so sorry, Molly!" I said with a red face but that didn't stop me from staring at her vulnerable beauty.

She remained in frozen shock for several seconds, lying practically spread eagled on the bed. I couldn't take my eyes off of her bare pussy and I was caught totally off guard to see that it completely hairless. I gasped with surprise as she lay iced in exposure and all I saw was pink.

Our eyes met for a momentary unspoken connection before she finally rolled over to hide her front from me but in the process she exposed her lovely white backside that was firm and full.

"You jerk!" She was finally able to utter.

"How was I supposed to know?" I said in weak defense as I tossed the sheets and blankets back on her to cover her vulnerability.

I probably should have grabbed a pillow and put it over my front because I felt myself getting hard and I didn't think I should let her see something like that.

"Now I know you're a pervert," she complained, the humiliated embarrassment finally kicking in.

"You're the one sleeping naked," I rebutted, stepping behind her desk chair to help block any possible boner alerts.

"It's my room!" She defended.

"What if there was a fire?" I asked lamely.

"I can grab a sheet on my way out, Jay," she said with a roll of her eyes.

"Why do you sleep naked?"

"It feels good," she said with a shrug. "Haven't you ever?"

"Well, in the summer a few times maybe." I paused for a moment. "And if I'm with a girl, obviously."

"I'd appreciate it if you didn't say anything to anybody about this," Molly remarked as she slowly pulled herself together.

"Who would I tell?" I frowned.

"The guys?" She said, rolling her eyes. "I know what you jerks talk about."

"I would never do that to you, Molly, I assured her.

She looked at me with uncertainty. "Well, you had your cheap thrill so you can leave now."

"I'm going," I replied. "But you'd better hurry up. We still need to get to the Sun Rise Lake Inn before the old man calls again."

I headed for the door and it wasn't until I was out in the hall that I finally stopped to catch my breath. I couldn't believe any of that had actually happened and I couldn't get the naked image of Molly out of my mind.

She acted as if nothing had happened when she came down the stairs fifteen minutes later attractively dressed in a nice skirt and pretty sweater.

"I'd really like to apologize..." I started to say.

"We really don't have to talk about it," she cut me off tartly.

I shrugged and we left the house together. I drove and Molly didn't have much to say during the fifteen minute ride to the lake.

"How come you shave?" I couldn't help but ask after we had driven for a few miles.

"Jesus, Jay, why would you ask me such a question?"

"I can't help it," I replied. "I've never seen a naked peach like that before."

She blushed and looked out the window. "I really don't think we should be talking about this."

It was quiet for the rest of the ride and my father was annoyed when we finally walked into the Sun Rise Lake Inn's dining room.

"Couldn't get Molly up, huh?" Janet asked me knowingly when we took our seats.

"She's a tough one," I replied, throwing Molly a look and she just gave me a deadpan stare in rebuttal.

My father and Molly's mother dominated most of the conversation, asking for updates on our college application status and discussing various options and recommendations. Molly was looking at Elms College or maybe Boston College to continue her Catholic education background while I was thinking the local Green College was my best bet although my father wasn't thrilled with that idea.

I was slightly annoyed because my father barely gave me the time of day when I was living with my mother but now that I was living under his roof and more visible to his network of friends he was much more concerned about my plans which reflected on his new found reputation as a parent.

Molly was an all-star at St. Anne's. She was in the running for Valedictorian, she was a member of the National Honor Society, and she had applied for countless scholarships and awards and Janet was obviously proud of her daughter and bragging about her all the time. I was average at best at Hillsboro High, good at sports but not much of an ace performer in the classroom so I knew I was lucky to be accepted at Green College and I wasn't interested in pursing other options which did not please my father.

I was feeling a little bummed out when I drove home with Molly after the brunch and she picked up on my sour mood.

"I'm sure your Dad just wants the best for you," she offered.

"My Dad wants the best for him," I countered. "The Good Doctor can't have a fuck up for a kid."

"You're not...that," she said and I had to smirk at her reluctance to drop the F bomb.

"Well, I'm not you either," I sighed. "I didn't realize I was going to have to compete with you when I moved in."

"You don't," she said. "Just be yourself."

"I'm getting the feeling that's not going to be good enough," I remarked, glancing at her. "But it seems pretty easy for you."

"I have to work at it," she said in response. "I work hard. I study. I'm disciplined and dedicated."

"How come?"

She shrugged. "I guess I owe it to my Dad," she said with some thought. "I was only nine when he died and I always wanted him to be proud of me."

"I'm sure he is," I replied.

"I don't want you to start resenting me because of the pressures your father puts on you," Molly remarked.

"And I hope you won't resent me for what happened this morning," I countered.

"Why do you keep bringing that up?" Molly groaned.

"How come you shave down there?" I asked.

"I did it at Christmas for our trip to Aruba," she explained.

Our parents had taken us to Aruba the day after Christmas and we came back the day after New Year's. It was my first time out of the country and a great vacation. Molly looked great in her bathing suits. She mostly wore more conservative one piece models except for this one white bikini that looked like it was painted on.

"Because of the white bikini," I realized.

"My mother said it would probably be a good idea just in case," Molly sighed. "I liked the way it felt so I keep on doing it."

"Oh."

She frowned. "Why? What'd you think I did it for?"

"A boyfriend," I admitted. "You know, oral sex."

"Ew," she said with disbelief. "That's disgusting."

"Come on, Molly..."

"I'm a virgin, Jay," she replied openly.

"Oh."

"You seem surprised."

"Kind of," I had to confess.

"You're actually the first guy who saw me naked," she revealed. "I guess that's why I didn't react as quickly as I should have. It kind of felt nice for someone to see me like that."

"Well, I'm honored."

"Of course, now I'm going to have to go to confession."

"You're actually going to tell the priest your step-brother saw you naked?" I asked with surprise.

"I won't be that specific," she replied. "I'll just say I wasn't as modest, humble, and chase as I should have been."

"Yes, but you were charitable," I grinned.

She smiled too. "I suppose that's why I can't seem to keep a guy," she sighed.

"What is?"

"Me being a prude. Every time a guy wants to get to third base I call time and that's pretty much the end of our relationship."

"Well, if a guy truly respected you and liked you he would understand," I replied.

"I bet you're not a virgin," Molly said as I pulled the car into the driveway. "That's something you have over me."

"It won't get me into Harvard," I replied.

Molly and Janet went to 4:00 Mass that afternoon and I wondered what Molly said in confession. My father and I weren't Catholic and although we went to Christmas Eve Midnight Mass with Janet and Molly, we weren't regular church goers.

The girls came home with pizza and we sat around watching basketball while we ate. Later, I went and hung out with the guys and I didn't say anything about what I had seen earlier in the day.

My father and Janet had already gone to bed when I got home and I heard soft music coming from Molly's room as I headed to mine. I was starting to get undressed when Molly knocked on the door and stuck her head in.

"Hey," I said, kind of surprised to see her as she hadn't paid me late night visits before.

"Hi," she replied. "Can I come in?"

"Sure," I said.

She stepped into the room and closed the door behind her.

"What's up?" I asked, slightly confused.

"I think you owe me, Jay," she said.

"Owe you?"

"For this morning."

"I thought we weren't talking about that."

"Well, I can't stop thinking about that."

"What do you mean?"

"It was all wrong and quite perverted but I have to admit I liked how it felt when I knew you were looking at me," she explained sheepishly.

"How did you feel?"

She walked across the room and sat on the edge of my bed. "Sexy," she admitted. "Adored. Appreciated. Valued."

"You are a piece of art," I told her and she rolled her eyes at my obviously goofy line.

"But I should be horrified and ashamed and disgusted and angry and embarrassed," she sighed. "I shouldn't even be talking to you about it."

"So why are you?"

"I don't know," she groaned. "I guess I'm kind of..."

"Turned on?" I guessed.

"That's sick, isn't it?" She moaned. "Oh, what's wrong with me?"

"Listen, I'm sure you just feel safe with me," I explained.

"Safe?"

"Yeah, with a lot of the guys you date you're probably always afraid they're going to pressure you or jump you or rape you or dump ecstasy in your coke or something," I replied. "With me, what's going to happen?"

"Yeah, I guess that's true," she agreed. "But anyway, you do owe me."

"What do you mean?" I asked with confusion.

"Well, you saw me naked so I think it's only fair that I see you naked too," she replied shyly, biting her lip.

"You're kidding," I laughed. "What are we, in nursery school? You show me yours and I'll show you mine?"

"Yes," she replied. "That's exactly it."

I looked at her for a long moment before I finally understood. "You haven't seen a guy naked before, have you?"

She blushed and looked away. "I thought maybe I could practice with you," she almost whispered.

"Well, I was about to get undressed anyway," I said.

"You mean you'll do it?" She asked with disbelief.

"You're not going to be the first girl to see me naked, Molly," I informed her.

"Yeah, but I will be your first step-sister to see you naked," she said.

"I don't mind helping you out if that's what you really want."

I took my shirt off and the unabashedly dropped my pants and stepped out of them, tossing them onto the back of my computer chair. I hesitated for a few moments to give her a chance to prepare herself and then I pulled down my jockey shorts and stood before her in the raw. She had covered her eyes in fright and embarrassment but now she was looking through her spread fingers and then she dropped her hand and stared at me.

"Oh, she said. "That's it, huh?"

"It gets bigger," I let her know.

"If I touch it," she nodded. "I know that much."

She stared at my pecker intently. I could tell from her stunned expression that she was genuinely surprised to be looking at a male organ but I could see that she was intrigued too.

"You can touch it if you want," I said softly.

"Maybe I'd better not," she said fearfully.

"That's okay too," I agreed.

But then she slowly reached out and tentatively touched the tip with the end of her pointer finger as if she was ringing a doorbell and I instantly became totally hard. I patiently stood waiting to see if she wanted to do anything else.

"That it?" I asked.

She examined me for a long moment up close as if she was an investigator looking for clues. "Maybe that's all I'd better do," she decided.

"But you do know what would happen if you did touch it more?" I asked.

"Yeah, I think so."

"You do know what hand jobs and blow jobs and all that stuff are, right?"

"I've heard girls talk about it," she admitted. "I've read stuff." She suddenly grabbed my shaft for several moments before letting go.

"It's not so scary is it?" I joked.

"It's scary to think what would happen if anybody found out about this," she replied.

'You're probably right," I agreed. "I'll get dressed."

"Just let me look at for a few more minutes," she requested.

I put my hand on the shaft and moved it up and down my member to demonstrate what she would have to do if she wanted to give her next boyfriend pleasure. "You'd rub it like that," I explained.

"Okay," she said, slightly embarrassed.

"You sure you've never done this before?" I asked.

"Never," she revealed but she gave me a seductive smirk.

"I should probably stop before something happens," I said, removing my hand from my dick.

"That would be kind of disgusting," she said weirdly.

"Well, that's what a hand job is all about, Molly," I replied with a shrug.

"I'd better go," Molly announced, hopping off the bed while I gathered my clothes and started to get dressed, turning my back to her. "Oh," she said when she saw my naked ass.

"So, we're even, right?" I wanted to know, glancing over my shoulder as I pulled my jockey shorts up over my buttocks.

"I guess," she replied with a smirk as she headed for the door.

But for some reason I didn't quite believe her from the way she had said it.

Molly acted as if nothing unusual had happened between us when I saw her the next day. We both jostled with our parents as usual and we went about our business as step-siblings as if nothing had changed between us even though everything had changed between us. We had revealed ourselves to one another in a perverted yet honest way and I found myself feeling closer to her more now than ever before. To think that I was the first guy to see her naked was a true honor and I felt special that I was the first guy she had seen nude too. It wasn't even sexual either, strangely enough. It had more to do with trust and honestly and a willingness to be totally open with each other. I liked that.

I took Carol Clarke to the movies that night and who should I bump into there but Molly with her date, Dan I forget his last name. Molly and I were both amused to see the other with dates and we both said "Maybe we should all sit together" almost at the same time.

Carol and Dan both seemed a bit surprised by this suggestion but they didn't argue and the four of us sat boy girl boy girl in the row of seats. If Dan had any plans of making out with Molly he wasn't about to do it now but I still held hands with Carol and we shared the same popcorn tub. Carol was on my right and Molly was on my left with Dan next to her.

What was weird about the night was that Molly and I seemed to have more fun together with each other than we did with our dates. We were the ones making jokes and comments about the movie, laughing in the same places and whispering various comments to each other as the movie played. By the end of the night, we realized that we got along great and that's when we started hanging out together more, taking in an occasional movie or play and also hanging out at the house together watching DVDs and stuff. We seemed to have a natural relationship and we had the same sense of humor.

We still did our separate things at school and with softball and baseball practice in full swing we were busy but we still found time at night to check in with each other. I also started going to church with Molly which was new to me, especially during Holy Week. We went as a family for Easter and I actually enjoyed myself but every time I saw Father Fitzgerald I wondered if he knew I was the perverted step brother.

The door to Molly's bedroom was open one night when I came home from goofing off with the guys. I peeked my head in and saw that she was lying in bed watching TV wearing sweatpants and a tee shirt with no bra underneath.

"Hey," she said, glancing at me.

"How are you?" I replied, stepping into the room.

"Softball practice is going well," she said happily.

"Yeah, same with baseball for me," I replied, sitting on the bed beside her and smiling slyly.

She seemed to realize that she was looking slightly exposed with her nipples practically rubbing through her tee shirt and she pulled her bed cover over her chest.

"You know what you're problem is, don't you?" I grinned "You're just way too uptight. Maybe you need to get laid."

"It's against my religion," she joked as she reconsidered her early action and tossed the bed cover away. "Seriously, though, I'm waiting until I get married," she announced proudly.

"Really?" I asked with surprise.

"That's my goal."

I don't think I'd ever met a girl before who told me that so honestly and openly.

"What are you watching?" I asked, glancing at the screen when I saw a couple of naked asses running across the screen.

"Oh, just some R rated trash," she giggled. "No plot, no real point, crummy acting, but plenty of sex and nudity."

"My kind of movie!" I joked. "But isn't that against your religion?"

"Yes," she admitted. "But we all fall prey to our temptations."

I casually reached over and pulled at the drawstrings of her sweatpants.

"What are you doing?" She wanted to know although she didn't seem to be offended or upset.

The string was loose and I began to pull the sweats over her hips and she resisted but only for a moment and she willingly watched as I casually pulled the sweats down her thighs and I was suddenly greeted with the sight on her completely shaven hairless mound.

"Oh wow," I grinned with appreciation.

"You really shouldn't be looking," she remarked but she continued to pull her sweats down below her knees and I was suddenly intrigued not to mention aroused.

Playing around now, I pulled her sweatpants right off her feet, leaving her completely naked from the waist down. She was looking at me with a mixture of embarrassment and dare so I pulled her knees apart and moved to position myself directly between her parted legs.

Surprisingly, Molly didn't resist and she even spread her legs a little.

"You do know that guys do stuff there with their tongues and mouths, right?"

"Oral sex," she replied. "You told me before."

The scent of her snatch was noticeable from my close proximity and I glanced into her eyes. "Guys can also use their fingers," I let her know.

"Fingers?"

I swiped the tip of my finger along the full length of her slit and she jumped in reaction.

"Like that," I explained. "And then inside."

She nodded. "I've used my finger before," she admitted.

I rubbed my finger across her slit again and Molly moaned for a moment but then she realized what we were doing.

"Oh… no, Jay!" she sighed. "This is so wrong." She covered her nudity with one of her pillows. "Jay, you can't do that!"

"Sorry," I sighed. "I couldn't help myself."

"Me either," she admitted.

Molly covered her face with another pillow but she giggled when I gently spread her legs open and glanced under the pillow.

"Boy, Jay, you're such a perv," she laughed as she took the second pillow away from her face.

I smirked. "It's fun being a perv with you!"

"We are so going to hell," she groaned, closing her legs again and making sure the pillow was covering everything. "You're so bad," she complained.

I looked at her and lifted the pillow from her lap and her face became flush with a mix of emotions.

"You really need to stop looking at me like that," she warned.

"I know," I sighed. "I'll see you later," I added, springing off the bed and heading for the door as she pulled her sweat pants back on.

I took a quick shower and relieved myself of my blue balls in there.

I tried to avoid parties during the various sports seasons not wanting to risk possible suspension or other trouble but my friend Ed Barber was having a big bash so me and some of the guys decided to sneak by for a while. There was always a chance that somebody could nark on us but as long as we kept a low profile and didn't cause trouble most of the party crowd ignored us.

I was surprised to find that Molly was at the same party with a couple of her St. Anne's friends. She definitely was not the partying type but she told me that one of her friends was Ed's cousin and they just stopped by to wish him a happy birthday. I had a few beers but I drank to moderation during sports season so I was in pretty good shape. Molly rarely drank but tonight for some reason she had downed a fair amount of alcohol apparently at the urging of some of her drunken friends and much to my chagrin Molly was acting unusually goofy and sappy and she wanted to hang around with me which probably wasn't that great of an idea in public because I was afraid with some of our previous inappropriate experimenting she might do something stupid in her drunken state.

I decided to be smart and safe and I escorted Molly out of the house and into the backyard. There was a small low hanging tree house (more of a platform, really) and I led her up there just so nobody would see us or give us a hard time. She had some sort of large drink in her hand and she was giggling like a goof.

"How much have you had to drink?" I asked her.

"I don't know," she admitted. "But it sure does taste good."

Judging from her body language and spurred speech, Molly was pretty well lit.

"Maybe I'd better take you home," I suggested.

"I'm fine," Molly insisted.

"No, I think you've had enough for the night."

"Come on, Jay," she slurred. "I don't wanna go home yet."

"What are you going to do here?" I wanted to know.

She shrugged. "I don't know," She admitted. "But I'll think of something." She studied me for a moment. "Do you want to get naked again?" She giggled. "Together this time? Do you want to stare at my naked vagina some more?"

"I definitely think I need to get you home," I realized.

I helped her from the tree house and got her to my car where I dumped her into the front seat. She was totally baked and promptly passed out before I even started the car. A few minutes later we arrived home to an empty house as our parents had gone out too.

I shook Molly to rouse her and when she stirred I helped her into the house and up the stairs and into her bedroom where she collapsed on the bed and as I turned to leave, she reached out and grabbed onto my belt.

"Don't go," she pleaded.

"I think I'd better," I advised. "You're way too drunk."

Without saying a word, Molly unzipped my jeans and tried to fish out my growing erection. "Yes, I'm drunk," she agreed. "Why else would I be doing this?"

"You really don't want to be doing this, Molly," I told her, trying to push her hands away from my groin.

"Isn't this what you want?" she muttered, her words slightly slurred.

"Not like this," I sighed.

But my cock grew hard as I felt her fingernails brush across my briefs and then slowly she started to massage my dick through my underwear.

"Teach me how to give a hand job, Jay," she mumbled. "Guys think I'm such a prude."

I reached down and took her hand away. "No," I said.

"Please?" She begged. "I want to know what it's like. It's safe with you. You said so yourself."

"You're drunk."

"So what?"

"So in the morning you'll regret all of this."

"We've already seen each other naked, Jay," she reminded me. "What's the big deal all of a sudden? You didn't regret looking at me the other day."

She unbuckled my belt and unsnapped my jeans and for some reason I didn't fight her. I let her tug the pants and my underwear down and the weight of the jeans bounced against the floor.

"Oh my God," she mumbled drunkenly as she stared at my erection that was almost hitting her in the face. She looked up at me and grined shyly.

"How are you going to confess this?" I wondered.

"I'll just say I engaged in drunken debauchery," she replied with a giggle. Then she started chewing on her bottom lip. "What do I do now?"

"You're going to have to really touch it this time," I told her. "You sure you want to do this?" I asked cautiously.

She tentatively reached her hand out and wrapped it around my shaft. "Like this?"

"Now start pulling and stroking on it," I instructed.

Molly took her time and in a few moments she was stroked my expertly and she kept staring up at me for approval as she worked me. It didn't take all that long before I was sensing my impeding orgasm and I told her she'd better stop.

"Why?" She asked with disappointment.

"Because I don't want to shoot it all over your face," I replied. This was still my step-sister, drunk or not.

I pushed her back on the bed and I lay down next to her. Molly returned her hand to my dick and she was working unbearably slow now but the entire time she was watching my face for my reaction.

"Am I doing it okay?" She asked with worry.

"You're getting really good at it," I assured her.

"You're teaching me everything I know."

"That's kind of sick," I sighed.

Suddenly I felt a familiar pressure building inside and Molly seemed to sense it too and I brushed her hand away and rolled onto my side just as I exploded, ejaculating all over her sheets while I groaned in pleasured relief.

"Oh my God!" Molly exclaimed as she watched the semen squirt out of me and soak her sheets. "It's all gooey."

"That's what happens," I informed her as I caught my breath. "Now some guys are going to want to do it in your hand or squirt you in your face or maybe on your tits or stomach if you're naked," I told her. "And some will want to whack off into your mouth."

"I thought that was a blow job," Molly said with confusion.

"It's a blow job if you suck him off with your mouth to climax," I clarified. "But some guys who get hand jobs still want to shoot it into the girl's mouth."

"I don't' think I can do any of that," Molly sighed.

"You'll know when you're ready," I let her know as I sat up and grabbed my underwear from the floor, using it to clean myself up. I then bunched it into a ball and tried to rub the stain up from her sheet.

"That is beyond disgusting, Jay," she let me know.

"Sorry," I said with a shrug. "I had to use something to clean up."

She didn't respond and I looked down to see that she had either fallen asleep or passed out.

I grabbed my jeans and stood, glancing back at her and admiring how peaceful and beautiful she looked asleep even if she was drunk. I wondered if she'd remember any of this in the morning.

I left her room naked from the waist down and I dropped my cum stained underwear in the hamper before going into my room, tossing on a pair of gym shorts and collapsing onto my bed.

I'm not sure how long I was asleep before I was awakened by the sounds of Molly puking in the bathroom. I slipped out of bed and tiptoed into the bathroom to find her hunched over the toilet on her knees vomiting brown liquid and food pieces into the bowl. She was in panties and a tee shirt.

"I guess the booze caught up to you," I said, kneeling down beside her and keeping her hair out of her face as she finished emptying her stomach.

"I should have known better," she moaned, paled faced and miserable. "What was I thinking?"

"Doesn't matter now," I replied.

"Oh God, just let me die," she pleaded.

"You finished?" I asked after a few minutes passed since her last dry heave.

"I guess," she mumbled, flushing the toilet.

I helped her to her feet and she stumbled to the sink where she weakly brushed her teeth and washed her mouth out with some mouthwash.

"Oh no, I think I have diarrhea," she cried, pushing past me, dropping her panties and collapsing onto the thrown as the shits came flying out of her with a vengeance.

"Well, now you have it coming out both ends," I deadpanned but she was too miserable to reply.

"It can't get any worse than this," she groaned.

"I'll give you your privacy," I said, heading for the door as the fumes started to get strong.

"No, stay," she requested. "I'm not feeling so good. You might need to help me back to my room."

"How much did you drink?"

"I don't remember," she moaned.

"What did you drink?" I wondered.

"I have no idea," she admitted.

Once Molly was finished emptying her poisoned bowels, she tenderly wiped herself.

"Ow, my rectum hurts," she complained before flushing and slowly standing, pulling her panties up and stumbling to the sink to wash her hands.

"You should drink some water so you won't get dehydrated," I advised.

"Boy, you must think I'm a real loser," she sighed as she stared at herself in the mirror. "A prudish virgin afraid of sex who can't even hold her liquor."

"I don't think that at all," I replied.

"I'm pathetic," she determined.

"Don't worry, you'll feel worse in the morning," I joked.

I helped her back to her room and she fell on her bed moaning. "Do you want me to stay?" I asked.

"Just until I fall asleep," she requested.

So I sat on the bed next to her and gently stroked her hair. "What are you going to tell the priest this time?" I whispered.

"That I was delirious and may have done something I wasn't responsible for," she said and it wasn't long before she was asleep and then I quietly left the room.

Molly didn't drag herself out of bed until noon the next day and she looked as white as a sheet even after a shower. Her mother had cooked a three course meal for Sunday afternoon dinner and poor Molly looked like she was going to throw up again but she somehow got through it.

I don't know how much she remembered from the night before and I wasn't going to ask. Maybe it was better that we both forgot.

It was a busy week at school with baseball and softball practices and a couple of games so I didn't see all that much of Molly. I wasn't sure if she was avoiding me or if she really was just preoccupied with her life. On Saturday night I came home late after a night out with the boys. The house was dead quiet but as I tip-toed down the hall to my room I thought I heard sounds coming from Molly's room. The door was slightly ajar so I silently stuck my head in the door and saw that Molly was lying on her stomach. Her covers were kicked down and her pajama bottoms were down around her knees revealing her pretty ass. Her hands were underneath her between her legs and I could only imagine that she must have been masturbating.

I felt guilty for invading her privacy even though I felt myself stir in my pants as I stared at her lovely buns and listened to her soft moans that were lost into her pillow. I watched in wonder and although I was quiet and still she must have sensed my presence because she turned her head and looked at my shadow standing in the doorway.

She opened her eyes but she didn't say anything. I swallowed nervously, not sure what I should do.

"Oh, I'm sorry," I said. "I heard noises."

"That would be me," she replied sarcastically, removing her hands from between her legs and pulling her pajama pants up to hide her tush.

"I didn't mean to interrupt."

"Too late," She sighed. Then she looked at me with some embarrassment. "Good girls aren't supposed to do that, are they?"

"I don't think God would have given us ways to find pleasure if he didn't want us to enjoy ourselves," I replied.

"That's not what my Youth Catholic Teen sexuality class teaches," she sighed.

"You're not hurting anybody," I reasoned. "You can't get pregnant pleasing yourself."

She looked at me with a mixture of humiliation, embarrassment, lust and satisfaction but she didn't say anything as she turned her back to me and faced the bedroom wall.

"Oh, I know," I realized as I quietly climbed onto the bed and held her for a minute. She didn't move but I could feel her shaking. 'You don't know what to tell the priest about this one."

"I guess I'll just have to say I sinned against myself," she sighed.

"It's okay, Molly," I said as Iheld her for a minute. She didn't move but I could feel her shaking.

"How come I've gotten so mixed up and confused ever since you moved in?" She asked quietly and I thought maybe she was quietly crying.

"I guess I broke your shell and you couldn't hide from your desires anymore," I theorized. "I'm the Pandora's Box of all your temptations."

I adjusted myself so that my cock (protected by my jeans) was nestled between her tight buttocks protected by her light pajamas) and I let it rest there for a moment.

"I'm flunking the ethics and values test!" She told me over her shoulder. "I'm doing everything I shouldn't be doing when you're around like this."

"But I'm safe," I reminded her. "You know nothing is going to happen."

"But something has already happened," she groaned. "You saw me naked."

"Accidentally," I reminded her.

"And then I saw you naked," she sighed.

"Accidentally on purpose because you were curious."

"I was tempted, I acted on it, and it was wrong," she mumbled.

"Nothing happened," I whispered.

"I got drunk," she said with disgust. "Made a fool of myself. Tried to give you a hand job."

"Oh, you remembered that?" I asked, slightly embarrassed.

"I wasn't that drunk, Jay," she sighed. "And then I go and puke my guts out and get diarrhea and am about as disgusting as it gets."

"You got sick," I shrugged. "So what?"

"Never would have happened if I hadn't gotten drunk," she complained. "And now you catch me playing with myself. It must be wrong."

"I shouldn't have come into the room," I told her. "That was my fault. You have a right to do whatever you want in your own room."

"Maybe you'd better go," she sighed.

"Okay," I agreed. I got off the bed and started for the door. "I hope you don't regret that I moved in, Molly," I said, trying not to sound hurt. "I've enjoyed our private little...friendship."

She rolled over and looked at me with a puzzled face. "Is that what you call it?"

"I call it special," I replied. "I hope you see it that way too."

"I see it has a ticket straight to hell," she sighed.

"Good night, Molly," I said as I slipped out of the room.

Over the next few days Molly and I hardly talked at all, still busy with our lives and suddenly feeling slightly awkward around each other unless our parents were present and even then Molly was guarded and reserved and I wondered if I had violated her past the point of redemption by intruding on her when she was masturbating. I didn't like feeling alienated from her and I hope she would forgive me for my sins and treat me like before.

I came home all sweaty and stinking from a baseball game. My father rarely attended too busy being a doctor to find the time to watch me play. Janet was more loyal to Molly when it came to that sort of stuff but she was busy too. Of course, Molly had her own softball practices and games so she couldn't watch me play much either.

Molly was sitting on the couch in the large living room watching TV when I came into the house.

"We won," I let her know when I noticed her.

"Great!" She said. "What was the score?"

"7-3, we beat Riverside," I bragged.

"How'd you do?" She asked.

"3-5 with 2 RBI," I said proudly. "How 'bout you?"

"Oh, it was a good practice," she said.

"Where are the folks?"

"Hospital fundraiser tonight, remember?"

"Oh, right."

"There's a casserole in the oven," she let me know.

"I'd better go shower first," I said, heading for the stairs.

I stripped naked in my room and carried my dirty clothes to the hamper in the bathroom and I was surprised to see Molly sitting on the counter watching me as I entered.

"I thought you were downstairs watching TV," I said, caught off guard.

"I'd rather watch you," she admitted, eyeing my exposed cock with an amused look on her face.

I felt myself go to full attention but I couldn't help myself. Molly was dressed casually, clad in sweatpants and an old tee shirt which I noticed was lacking a bra.

"I should get in the shower," I said with uncertainty.

"Why don't you take a bath instead?" She suggested with a smile.

I shrugged and turned the facets on and watched the tub fill some before I stepped in and sat in the tub. I glanced up at her to see that she was still sitting on the top of the counter.

"I could use a bath," she said, pulling her shirt up over her head and suddenly she was topless.

"I'd be glad to have you join me," I smirked.

Her firm tits were as absolutely gorgeous and her pertly nipples hardened as she jumped off the counter, causing her breasts to shake like jello. She shimmied out of her sweats and climbed naked into the tub, sitting opposite of me, facing me and we both smiled.

"What are you going to tell the Priest about this?" I asked.

She chewed on her bottom lip for a moment. "That I thought I was getting baptized?" She joked and I was glad she had a sense of humor about it for a change.

I grabbed a washcloth and soaped it up and cleaned myself. I know she was tempted to do it for me but I also knew our boundaries I couldn't take my eyes off of her naked breasts that were just above the water line. She bit her bottom lip as she watched me watch her.

My cock hardened again and when she adjusted her feet underwater she accidentally touched it with her toe.

"Oh!" She said with surprise. "I thought that couldn't happen in water."

"It can happen just about anywhere," I replied sheepishly.

I glanced up in her face to see her flushed red with embarrassment. I wanted to move my toe so it was between her legs but I knew that would be pushing things to far.

"This feels nice," she smiled. "Except for us being naked, there's nothing really wrong with this, is there?"

"No," I agreed. "It's quite innocent and clean," I grinned.

When the water started to cool, Molly stood and I watched as the water dripped down her body, dripping from her breasts while a small river rolled down between them, down her navel and then through her shaved slit before dripping back into the bath.

She turned and stepped out of the tub and I watched the water roll down her ass crack as she grabbed a towel and began to dry herself off. I pulled the drain and climbed out of the tub too, getting my own towel and drying myself off too.

"Did you have supper yet?" I asked.

"No," she said as she finished drying herself off and began putting her clothes back on. "I'll got get it ready for us."

She disappeared from the room, glancing back at me briefly as I stood naked drying my legs before she left.

Dressed, I joined her a few minutes later and we sat at the kitchen island (the kitchen of my father's house was almost as big as the whole downstairs of the house I grew up in with my mother). The casserole was good but there wasn't a whole lot of conversation and when we were done eating and cleaning up, we dressed more formally and drove to Blue County Medical Center in Greenville to support our parents and the fundraiser.

The spring seemed to get away from us. There was baseball and softball games to play and the upcoming proms to worry about and then all the end of the year senior activities to be concerned about before graduation finally arrived.

Molly and I didn't have any more 'close encounters of the sexual nature' mostly because we were so busy but I also think she was extremely conscious and cautious of our situation and tried to avoid any tempting scenarios.

We still bantered together around the house and we went to the movies together a few times but we were both concentrating on our teams and our school responsibilities. I saw a couple of Molly's softball games and she made it to a few of my baseball games which was nice.

Molly started bringing this guy named Angelo home. It was the first guy since that Dan guy at the movies when Carol met up with him and Molly. I guess Molly knew Angelo from school and church and Janet said that he was a "good Catholic boy". Molly told me that Angelo had asked her to the prom and she felt like she needed to hang out with him and get to know him better before the big night.

I wouldn't say that I was jealous of Angelo but I was certainly envious. I must confess that I had a secret fantasy that Molly would come to my prom or maybe I'd go to hers but when I thought about that I realized just how foolish and stupid I was to even ponder such an idea. We would have been laughed out of both schools for taking a step sibling as our prom date.

I also worried about Angelo with Molly because I feared maybe I had kick started Molly's sexual desires with all our tempting and I wondered if she was ready to do some of the stuff with Angelo she couldn't do with me for step-sibling reasons. Would she be practicing the art of hand jobs on a good Catholic boy? Would she want to experiment with blow jobs? Would she let Angelo do things to her that she wouldn't let me consider? Would she show him her hairless twat and take a bath with him?

I realized that I needed to get serious about my own prom prospects. Carol had moved on but Judy Simpson had obviously been keen on me for a long time so I asked her if she'd like to go to the prom and she excitedly accepted. We started hanging out together too and I would bring her home which seemed to amuse Molly.

Angelo and I didn't have anything in common but for some reason Judy and Molly seemed to hit it off and Judy started hanging around with Molly almost as much as she did with me which I thought was kind of strange.

St Anne's had their Prom first and I had to admit that Molly looked stunning in her conservative prom dress with a high neck line and I told Angelo that he was the luckiest guy in the world to be her date. Judy came over to send those guys off to the prom and we stood on the front lawn and watched them zoom off in their rented limo and I couldn't help but sigh that it was Angelo and not me getting to spend the special night with Molly.

My parents went out so me and Judy hung around the house. We had been making out since I asked her to prom but we hadn't done much beyond that. She was a pretty girl with long blonde hair, tall and lanky and although a different build from Molly she was attractive in her own way.

I was thinking about Molly and her prom as Judy and I sat on my bed making out and I found myself becoming much more aggressive with Judy almost like I was pretending she was Molly or at least that I was taking my frustrations out on Judy who seemed to be willing and she didn't fight it when I started pulling her clothes off as we continued to make out and soon I was naked too and my cock was rock hard as I positioned myself between her legs. Judy didn't shave and she was definitely hairy down there.

I couldn't help but think of all the flirting, teasing, tempting, and boundaries I had experienced with Molly when we knew we couldn't go any further and how frustrating that was and now here I was with Judy ready, able and willing to do whatever I wanted to her and yet I was still thinking about Molly.

The scent of Judy's wet pussy was intoxicating. I ran my finger up and down her hairy slit and she lifted her hips toward my finger urging me to do what I wanted to her so I leaned in and dragged my tongue through her muff and licked her clit while I fucked her with my finger, something I couldn't do with Molly because we would have gone straight to hell.

I kept working Judy's clit while finger-banging her and she groaned loudly as she began to climax,

"Holy fuck!" she cried as she came, falling back on the bed totally spent and when she was able to calm down she looked at me with hazy eyes and smiled gleefully. "Thanks, Jay," she said happily. "That was fantastic."

I grinned as I slowly started to pump my hips back and forth rubbing my cock against her twat and she looked at me with amazement.

"You mean we're not done?"

I slowly nuzzled my penis between her legs as my answer, inching forward a little more and soon I was inside of her, pushing forward harder and deeper and before I knew it I was all the way inside of her.

"Oh man," I gasped.

I moved my hips back and forth until I unloaded inside of her and she screamed out while I finished climaxing and I felt on top of her panting while she cuddled me. It was our first time having sex and while I should have been grateful to her all I could think about as I lay on Judy was Molly. I knew I was a bastard but I couldn't help myself. Molly was the girl I really wanted to be with.

I felt guilty as I rolled off of Judy and admired her lovely body especially her cute butt as she turned away from me to stop some of the leaking fluids that were coming out of her but I realized that I felt nothing for her the way I felt for Molly.

Judy was all smiles and kisses when we finally got off the bed. She dressed and I walked her to the front door and kissed her good night.

"Thanks for a great night, Jay," she said happily and I watched her practically skip down the front walk.

But I was feeling empty as I returned to my room. I should have been feeling happy and contented having finally gotten laid again (it had been a long time) but all I could think about was Molly.

I was still awake at three in the morning when I heard Molly return from her prom night. I stepped into the hall and saw her tiptoeing down the hall with her shoes in her hand, still wearing her lovely prom gown.

"Did you have fun?" I asked.

"Oh, Jay, it was wonderful," she said happily, giving me an unexpected hug. "A truly magical and romantic night."

"I'm happy for you," I said bravely as I smelled her perfume.

"Thanks," she said, giving me a kiss on the cheek before she disappeared into her room, closing the door behind her and now I was feeling worse than ever!

It was my turn a week later as the Hillsboro High Prom Night arrived and I think Molly was even more excited about it than I was as I got ready on Friday afternoon. I had rented a purple tuxedo which made me stand out and my father got me the same limo that Molly and Angelo had used the week before.

I went and got Judy who was wearing a white dress that was unbelievable – barely covering her breasts with a low cut neck line and so short and tight that I wasn't sure how she was going to sit down. We took photos with her family and then I brought her back to our house for more photos and I could tell that Molly was surprised to see Judy wearing something so risqué and daring and that actually made me feel good. Maybe Molly was feeling the same about my prom night that I had felt about hers the week before.

Molly wished me good luck and urged me to have a good time and she was all smiles as Judy and I climbed into the limo but when I glanced out the window one last time I could see just the hint of sadness on Molly's face and that made my heart leap.

The Prom was at the Sun Rise Lake Inn and it was a lot of fun. Judy and I danced practically the whole night, the dinner was excellent, and the guys were envious of my hot date. The Prom broke up at one o'clock but Judy told me that she had the key to her friend's apartment and that she wanted to continue celebrating. I felt a little weird about that but I didn't want to disappoint her so we drove over there – a nice townhouse in Greenville – and Judy let us in.

She led me to the guest bedroom and her friend had left a bucket of champagne there for us. We toasted each other and Judy excused herself to use the bathroom. When she returned, she was stark naked.

She stepped up to me and I pulled the pins out of her hair bun and watched as her hair fell down on her naked shoulders. I gently took hold of her hands and held her arms up over her head causing her pert breasts to jiggle freely before my eyes. She giggled and fought free and she quickly unfastened my pants and let them fall to the floor. I got undressed and as we stood there in the middle of the room I pushed into her, surprising her as my cock penetrated her.

I walked her against the wall and then thrust in all the way in and I we fucked standing up as she moaned and scratched and cried until she climaxed and we fell onto the nearby bed to catch our breaths.

"God, you're good," Judy marveled and that did wonders for my ego.

I rolled her away from me so her back was to me and I rubbed my cock against her smooth ass crack, moving it back and forth a few times before she curled over and spread her legs and I stuck myself back into her wet pussy from behind while squeezing her breasts before moving my hand back around and rubbing a finger down between her ass crack.

Judy gasped out loud and she shot me a surprised look over her shoulder but before she could say anything she shook violently, her legs buckling as she proceeded to climax and I happily followed a few moments later welcoming her shouts of pleasure as I did so.

It was certainly a memorable night and I should have been walking on air. It was a great prom followed by some terrific sex but as I drove home with dawn breaking in the eastern sky I still felt strangely empty and incomplete. Judy was a nice girl and she was definitely a fantastic sex partner but I didn't feel any sort of emotional bond toward her like I did with Molly and that made me sad. I felt like a heel for using Judy in such a disgusting way and I felt like I had betrayed Molly in some sick way even though that was just plain stupid to even think.

I quietly entered the house and snuck upstairs for my room but Molly surprised me by sticking her head out of her door.

"What are you doing up?" I asked. "It's barely dawn."

"Everything okay?" She asked in return. "Did you have a good time?"

"Yes, it was very nice," I said, forcing a smile.

"So, are you and Judy getting serious?" Molly wanted to know.

"Not really," I answered truthfully and then I threw Molly a wanting look. "What about you and Angelo?"

"He's a nice guy," she answered with a smile. "But I don't see myself spending my future with him."

"Oh," I said with a nod.

"You should get some sleep," Molly replied.

"I guess," I acknowledged, but I didn't want to leave her just yet. "Sorry if I woke you up."

"You didn't."

"Sorry if I kept you awake."

She smiled. "Well, you're home now."

I nodded and gave her a longing look. "I guess I'll see you," I sighed as I started for my door.

"Rest well," she replied, closing her own door.

I groaned as I fell onto my bed. This was just plan awful.

Is it possible to miss somebody when they live in the same house with you? That's how it felt for the rest of the school year living under the same roof as Molly. We were busy with our sports and getting ready for our high school graduations and we seemed to be purposely avoiding one another if it wasn't the normal family stuff around our parents. I took my class trip to Summer Beach spending most of my time with Judy while Molly's class took a trip to NYC the next week and I assumed Molly enjoyed quality time with Angelo.

Our schedules were busy with end of the year parties, award ceremonies and other activities leading up to graduation and while we were both excited about our achievements there was something sad about it too.

I graduated first – a Friday night outdoor ceremony at Hillsboro High. Molly sat with my father and her mother and my mother came back to town with Jeffrey for the big event. There was a safe all night party at the bowling alley and I hung out mostly with Judy but once again I was thinking a lot about Molly and wishing she could have come to the party with me.

Molly graduated on Sunday afternoon in a more formal and spiritual ceremony – Angelo was her graduation partner and Molly was one of the four speakers for the event. Her speech was emotional, sentimental, moving, and powerful and I was very proud of her.

I congratulated her after the ceremony with a kiss on the cheek and she posed for about a million photographs with anybody and everybody who wanted her in a shot. Janet had a small semi-formal catered party for Molly at the house afterward and I felt like a third wheel with so many of the St. Anne's kids around most of whom I didn't know very well. Angelo was on Molly's arm most of the night so I didn't get a chance to talk to her much.

I finally went to bed around midnight and I don't know what time it was when Molly stuck her head in my door. "Party-pooper," She complained.

"It was your party," I replied, rolling over and looking at her.

"Can you believe it?" She asked excitedly. "We're actually high school graduates!"

"I really don't feel any different," I admitted.

"Oh, I do!" She exclaimed happily.

"Why, did you and Angelo have sex?" I know I shouldn't have said it but I'd been thinking about it for weeks.

She stepped into the room and sat on the foot of my bed. "Would you believe me if I told you no?" She whispered.

"Yes, I would," I replied softly, feeling relieved.

"What about you and Judy?"

"We've done it a few times," I admitted sheepishly.

"Oh." She sounded disappointed.

"On your prom night and on mine," I revealed.

"Why not more recently?" She asked quietly.

"I don't know," I said with a shrug. "I guess I'm not all that interested."

"Oh," Molly said, chewing on her bottom lip. "Well," she said. "It's our last summer before college!"

"Yep," I agreed. "Our last summer." It sounded sad for some reason.

"We should make the best of it," Molly suggested.

"I'll try," I replied.

"Good!" She smiled. She patted my hip affectionately before leaving the room and I couldn't help but smile. Maybe it would be a good summer.

Molly's summer job was with the children's program at the Hillsboro Recreation Department while my father got me a job as the all around gopher at the Greenville Country Club. I did everything from wash dishes to clean toilets to scrub down locker rooms to fill in caddy to move golf carts to clean the parking lot and haul away trash but it paid pretty well so I couldn't complain too much. I kind of think my father got me the job almost as punishment because I had decided on Green College while Molly was off to Lesley College in Cambridge outside of Boston and I knew it would never be the same between us once that happened so I tried to make the best of our last summer together but I was also playing in the Blue County Summer Basketball League so I didn't have a whole lot of time between that and work.

Judy had figured out I wasn't all that into her (beyond fucking her anyway) so we weren't seeing each other anymore. Molly saw Angelo from time to time but his summer job was as a Counselor at some overnight Christian camp somewhere so he wasn't around all that much either.

Molly and I went to the movies and for a swim at Sun Rise Lake on Sunday afternoons making it a point to enjoy our last summer together as best we could. My mother wanted me to come out and see her in Buffalo for a week or so and my fantasy was to have Molly go with me but I'm not sure how that would go over with my mother and I'm sure my father would have thought it kind of strange too.

I decided to quit my job a few weeks early and make the trip to Buffalo to visit with my mother. It was a nice time with several day trips and other events and it was great seeing my mother and even Jeffrey but all I could think about was Molly and how she would be leaving for college soon.

I got back to Hillsboro the day before Molly was scheduled to leave for college and the dorm move in. Her bedroom was all packed up and I was hit with a wave of sadness and regret when I realized that this was it. Our special step-sibling time was coming to an end.

We took Molly out for a farewell dinner and it was very nice. When we got home, the four of us sat out on the deck and enjoyed some quiet family time and then Molly said she was going to turn in because she knew she had a big day ahead of her.

Her room was dark by the time I went to bed so I sadly slipped in my room missing her already.

I had just gotten into bed when my door opened and Molly stuck her head in.

"Still awake?"

"Yeah," I answered.

She stepped into the room and closed the door behind her. I watched her shadow come across the room in the dark and I felt her slid into bed next to me.

"I just wanted to thank you," she whispered as she lay her head on my shoulder.

"For what?" I asked with surprise.

"For everything you taught me and showed me and told me," she answered. "For being understanding and supportive and….safe."

"You're welcome," I replied.

"I feel like I'm ready for college now," she said. "I know it's a whole new world out there and that my values and philosophies will be tested and all that but I'm not so afraid anymore."

"I'm glad," I let her know.

"But I'm really going to miss you and the special time we shared this past year," she admitted and I realized that she was actually crying. "I know you're supposed to be my brother and all that but it's been more than that between us, hasn't it?"

"Yeah," I agreed.

There was a long silence and I thought maybe she had fallen asleep but then I heard her tiny voice in the dark.

"Do you think we could not be step siblings just for one night?" She asked and then she sat up on the bed and pulled her nightie off over her head and I saw that she was naked. She leaned over and jimmied my gym shorts down my legs along with my underwear and I couldn't say a word

"I'm leaving for college tomorrow," she said. "Shouldn't we enjoy a going away present together?"

"What are you going to tell the priest?" I asked.

"I might just have to skip this one," she admitted as we lay together cuddling with one another.

I slowly lifted Molly up and kissed her and I realized that was our first real kiss. We cuddled and kissed some more.

"We can't have intercourse, Jay," she told me. "I'm really going to try to save myself for my husband."

"I know," I replied.

"But I like being with you like this," she said.

"Me too."

It was dawn when I awoke to find a naked Molly lying on top of me sound asleep. She would be leaving for college and I knew our special step-sibling relationship was coming to an end.

"I didn't want to have to wake up," Molly sighed sadly. "I don't want to have to say goodbye."

"Remember the last time I tried to wake you up?" I grinned.

"That's how all this started, you jerk," She laughed.

"I know," I said fondly.

"I'd better go," she whispered as she rolled off me and I admired her naked beauty for one last time because I knew I would never be seeing her like this again.

She was heading off for college, a whole new world with new people and new experiences. Chances were she would fall in love and she would never see me the way she saw me this past year.

But I would always be her brother and that was okay with me.

"Molly?" I asked, sitting up on the bed as she grabbed her nightie and started for the door, still naked.

She looked back at me.

"Thank you," I said. "I'll never forget our special senior year together."

"Me either," she said as her eyes filled with tears. "It was very special."

The last image I had of her that morning was watching her lovely backside disappear from my room.

I decided it would be anti-climatic to go to Boston with Molly and our parents. How many times can you say goodbye?

So once the car was loaded and they were ready to leave, I gave Molly a hug goodbye as we stood in the driveway. She kissed me on the cheek and gave me an extra farewell squeeze.

"Goodbye, Jay," she whispered.

"Hello, Sister," I replied.

She laughed so she wouldn't cry as she climbed into the car and I waved as my father drove her away.

Me and Molly would be a story I would never forget.