Because I Love You

She was rambling, carrying on...standing up waving her arms about wildly as she spoke pacing back and forth in front of me.

The next thing I knew, I had reached out, grabbing her arm as she walked by, pulling her towards me, off balance where she collapsed falling against me as the two of us tumbled back onto her bed, and then I kissed her. For a moment, Kathy tried pushing me away, even kicking, but only for a moment. With tears now streaming down her face once again, I kissed her again, even deeper this time, my tongue forcing its way inside her mouth where it met, and then danced with hers. After several long moments, she did push me away from her, but not forcefully this time, gently, asking for some space as she did so, which I then gave her.

"What the hell was that all about?" she said suddenly coming to her feet, trying to act like I had suddenly lost my mind or something, which in a way, I had.

And to be honest about it, I wasn't sure what to say, or why I had done it, and so said the only thing that suddenly made sense to me.

"Because I love you," I told her, "because I love you."

#

"Wha...whad' you just say?" She asked me again, her eyes wide open in surprise, her hand now bracing herself against the work desk, leaning against it as though it were the only thing holding her up, which perhaps it was.

"You heard me," I told her half tempted to stand, grab her and kiss her again, though I didn't.

"But why would you say that?" she asked seriously, looking at the moment like she really was about to faint and fall over by the looks of it.

"Why else? Because I do!" I continued on with this weird word game we'd begun playing, stating the truth, all the while dodging the reason though I was honestly feeling a bit dizzy and faint myself as I sat there.

We both just stood there staring at one another without speaking for quite some time. Finally like a light-bulb going off inside her head, Kathy spoke.

"How did you know?"

To this day I'll never know why I did it, it was a stupid move that I regretted for a very, very long time afterwards. But I turned my head towards the desk, not realizing that I did really, not really meaning to. But as I did, so did Kathy, looking where I had looked, and seeing her diary sitting on the desk the moment that she did.

"Please tell me you didn't read it," she said her voice quivering, both in shock as well as in guilt, fear and embarrassment.

Even by not talking, I spoke volumes, my face said it all though even then I tried to feign ignorance as to what she was talking about, she immediately picked her diary up however examining it. It may not have been locked, but the page saver that now dangled from the book told her it had indeed been looked through. In my haste and stupidity, I had failed to see it, or replace it back where it had belonged.

"How could you!" she screamed at me. "How could you just come in here and go through my personal things!"

My only defense was in offense as they say. And another stupid tact that I also wished later I hadn't used. "Me? What about you?" I tossed back. "You're the one who came into my room and went through my things!" I screamed back at her. "My magazines, my hanky's, and Darlene's panties too!" I also included stupidly, now reminding her of the other reason she'd come home all upset in the first place.

I had in effect, knocked the wind out of her though, she had nothing to say, couldn't say anything to me after that. All she did was point at the door, throwing the diary at me, just missing me as she did so.

"Get out!" she finally managed, even though I was nearly through the door as it was, then heard her as she slammed it behind me.

I looked down seeing my shoes, which I'd tossed down earlier, along with her diary that had just gotten through the door before I did. I picked it up along with my shoes and slowly walked downstairs back to my room, listening to Kathy's once again uncontrollable crying as I did so.

#

I don't know what excuse it was that she gave for not coming down to dinner that night, mine was along the lines of not feeling well due to catching a cold or something which is why I didn't. Perhaps with the two of us giving Ken and mom that excuse, they actually bought it without questioning it further, only telling us both to stay in bed the next day, and to call them if either of us needed anything.

It was weird, laying there in bed as I was, knowing full well that Kathy was doing the same thing upstairs in her room as the hours ticked by. Finally around two in the afternoon I had gotten thirsty, and not just for a glass of water that I could have easily gotten out of the bathroom next to my room. Deciding that regardless of what had happened, and even the mistakes I had once again made, I wasn't going to hide out in my bedroom forever either, so steeled my courage up enough to head upstairs to the kitchen for a glass of orange juice.

I'd just finished pouring myself one when I heard Kathy's voice behind me.

"Pour one for me too please," she said sounding tired and exhausted, which is pretty much the way I felt, though more than a little guilty too.

"I'm sorry," I said still not facing her, though I reached for a second glass pouring her a juice. "It was a stupid thing to do."

"No more stupid than my writing it down so that someone could read it...like you," she added.

We stood drinking our orange juice, though still looking at one another before sitting down at the table.

"Did you really mean what you said? Or did you just say that because you thought I needed to hear it?" she asked seriously.

It was time to be honest with her, about everything, so I was. I told her the truth from the very beginning, how it hadn't been my intent to go through her diary, but once finding it, how I had curiously picked it up, intending to find something I could have as ammunition against her later should I ever need it, then finding that part about mowing the lawn, and everything that followed after that.

"What I'm trying to tell you is this," I began finally getting to where I'd intended to go in the first place, "was that I didn't really know that I did...until I said it. And when I said it, I realized that I did, and had felt that way all along. I was just unwilling to admit it to myself, not even realizing that I actually had been all along."

We sat discussing the past, hashing out every mean thing we had ever done to one another, finally coming to the truth of it, that for the most part, we had each done so as it was a way of hiding the truth, not only from one another, but from ourselves. We had played tricks on one another, fought over silly things, made accusations all in an effort to keep ourselves from growing close, being Step brother and sister to one another, it was an easy way of escape, though a harder one had we not been true siblings, or even half brother and sister. The reality was, we'd had an attraction for one another from the very beginning, each one of us too afraid, too ashamed and obviously too embarrassed to ever act upon it.

"What now?" Kathy questioned.

"I don't know," I said truthfully. "Knowing it doesn't help make it any better does it?" I questioned her back.

"No...it doesn't," she agreed. "If anything, it just makes it harder, because now you do know my thoughts and feelings, and I can't very well change them or take them back."

I smiled as a certain image came to mind, though I tried shaking it away the moment it had.

"What?" she questioned seeing my face.

"Maybe if I did try and lighten the mood some," I thought, and besides, the cat was out of the bag now anyway. "Did you really play with yourself while watching me mow the yard?"

Kathy's face turned crimson. She looked on the verge of turning, running from the room as I rethought the brilliance of my comment. "You know that I did," she stammered holding her ground, "or I wouldn't have written it down!"

It was once again time for truth telling, and besides, I owed her one. "I've done it thinking about you too," I finally admitted to her, as well as myself, as I had done so, on more than one occasion.

"Really? You have? When?"

I laughed at that. "Sure you want to know?"

"Yes!" she actually giggled excitedly. "Tell me! Tell me when, where you were, what you did, what you thought about when you did it. I want to know everything!"

Now it was my turn to blush. "Tell you what, I'll tell you one, and then you tell me one...that's only fair," I told her.

She thought about that, but only for a moment, and then grinned, nodding her head. "You first though," she said. "Only fair!"

#

We sat there telling stories, revealing to one another nearly every single instance where we had thought about one another during the course of our time together. I was amazed at Kathy's candor, her willingness to so openly share with me those personal intimate moments where she actually had pleasured herself while thinking of me. And because she did, so did I, revealing the countless times I had slipped into my room, some image of her dancing about inside my head as I jerked myself off, though also admitting to my frustrations in having done so a good deal of the time, because she was after all my step-sister, and virtually unapproachable.

As we sat there swapping tales, I couldn't help but notice the sudden appearance of twin hard little points suddenly pressing against Kathy's tee shirt. As was usually the case, she always wore one of her father's long tee shirts to bed, hiding the white cotton panties she was also wearing at the moment. An outfit she had often worn, and one that I had in fact masturbated while thinking about on more than one occasion, which I now shared with her.

"Ok, your turn again," she sat grinning wickedly towards me. I couldn't help but notice at that moment that her hand had slipped down beneath the table, the subtle movement of it catching my eye.

"Is she doing what I think she's doing?" I wondered, the very thought of that heightening my own arousal, my hard stiff cock throbbing as a reminder of how arousing this ongoing conversation had been. The fact that I was just sitting there in my boxers made it far easier for my prick to have wormed its way through the opening of my shorts, which I too sat periodically fondling as we spoke.

"It was shortly after mom and I moved in," I began. "You were having your bedroom repainted remember?"

I watched Kathy's expression, waiting to see if she'd realize what I was recalling seeing as I related the instance to her.

"I remember that yes," she said easily, but obviously not knowing where this was actually going yet. I smiled and continued.

"Well because of that, you had temporarily moved out to sleep in the living room, you were wearing pretty much the same thing you are now as I remember as we all turned in to bed to sleep. At one point during the night, I got up to pee, then decided I needed something cold to drink so I came upstairs heading towards the kitchen, I didn't get much further than the landing next to the living room though because I heard you moan."

"Moan?" she said trying to remember, though a small smile had begun to spread across her face.

"Yeah," I affirmed, feeling my prick give a little twitch as the memory of her lying on the couch suddenly filled my head. "I remember there was a full moon that night because the living room wasn't all that dark, and I could see the light from the moon filtering in through the window, just enough that I could clearly see you laying on the couch, you weren't beneath the covers either as it was a fairly warm evening, but what I immediately noticed was that you had lifted your tee shirt up and over your boobs, your hand was caressing one of them, and your other hand had slipped beneath the hem of your panties, so I actually stood there just around the corner watching you touching yourself."

By the expression on her face, she clearly recalled that particular night, her face reddening.

"You actually watched me masturbating?"

"Oh hell yes!" I sat grinning, now slow-stroking my cock as I glanced over towards her, the subtle movement of her hand now not quite so subtle the way it had been a moment ago.

"So what did YOU do?" she asked in a breathless tone of voice.

"Well at first I was just going to turn around and go back down stairs, we weren't exactly getting along then if you remember, but then you lifted your ass up and slipped your panties completely off, spreading your legs."

Kathy was blushing profusely at this time as she recalled that night, especially as I began painting the image of it for her all over again.

"Oh yeah, I remember," she admitted her cheeks rosy-red at the moment.

"Well that stopped me dead in my tracks, I could easily see your pussy lips as you sat there playing with them, then begin to stick your fingers inside, finger-fucking yourself. About that time I felt my cock getting hard, and since I was only wearing my boxers, it soon poked out of them making it almost impossible for me not to stand there stroking myself as I watched you, just the way it's doing now," I added, telling her in doing so that I too was sitting there touching myself.

"Oh fuck!" she moaned obviously teasing herself now openly as we conversed, the confirmation clearly evident that I was stroking my cock just as she was sitting there petting her pussy. "I wish I'd have known!"

I laughed at that, "Oh yeah right...back then, had you knew I was standing there beating myself off, you'd have flown upstairs to tell our parents that I was spying on you, and telling them that you had caught me jerking myself off or something."

"Are you kidding?" she giggled, "Not with me playing with myself," she reminded me. "Especially since I was thinking about being with you while I was!"

"You were?"

"Oh hell yes!" she admitted. "This was on Saturday night wasn't it?"

I thought back, "Yeah, I think it was in fact, why?"

"Because Friday was the dance if you remember, the night you first went out with Darlene."

"Oh yeah, it was! But what's that got to do with any of this?"

She laughed, "Well after the dance Darlene had driven you home because you still didn't have a car yet, you were parked in front of the house when I came walking home with Jenny."

Jenny was the girl who had lived next door to us, and who Kathy considered her best friend at the time. "After she went inside, I came around the back of Darlene's car, though I didn't recognize it then, and wondered whose car it was, and what it was doing just sitting there. When I looked through the back window, I could see you sitting there in your seat, and that she was obviously jerking you off."

"Holy shit! You saw all that?"

"Well that much anyway," she admitted, "I almost banged on the window to disrupt it, but then thought better of it and hurried around the side yard into the house at the back. Anyway, what I was thinking about the following night there on the couch, was wishing it had been me doing that to you, and not her!"

Now it was my turn to laugh, "Damn, wish I'd known that's what you were thinking about when I was watching you!" I grinned broadly. "I wanted so much to just walk over, bend over and start licking your pussy!"

Kathy's eyes widened considerably upon hearing that. "I'd have died had you done that," she said. "But I'd have welcomed it too," she admitted. "At that moment, I wanted you more than anything else in the world, and it was all I could think about!"

"Speaking of thinking about," I said suddenly standing up, revealing my enormously hard cock to her as I did so. "Is you sitting there touching yourself right now, with me sitting here doing the same thing, and thinking to myself that what I'd rather be doing, is going down on you!"

Kathy stood a second after I did, though pulling the white tee shirt she was wearing up and over her head as she did so. Those twin points of hers which had been so erotically pressing against the material of the shirt, now pointed towards me, openly and invitingly, her firm full magnificent breasts so wonderfully rounded, begging for attention as they almost magically appeared, Kathy now standing before me wearing only that pair of white cotton panties. I saw almost immediately the dark colored spot of moisture that had seeped into them, springing me into motion. I closed the slight gap between us, folding her into my arms, kissing her deeply as her breasts crushed against my chest, my prick poking into her belly as we embraced.

"Your place or mine?" she giggled wantonly breaking the kiss.

We soon after raced downstairs to my room, as it was just slightly a little safer for us to do so in the event mom and dad came home unexpectedly. Kathy all but tore her panties off herself before bouncing up and onto the bed, with me stepping out of my own shorts just as quickly in joining her. Once again we kissed, but this time hands and fingers seemed to be everywhere at once, the feel of her soft breast filling my hand as I bent to kiss it, then sucking it. The touch of Kathy's hand as it wrapped around my stiff cock, just holding me for a moment, gently caressing, squeezing, and fondling it exploratorally as I soon after began doing to her.

"I need to kiss you there," I half whispered against her breast as my fingers twiddled the stiff little nubbin that poked expectantly, hotly between her legs.

"Don't just talk about it," she moaned excitedly. "Do it!"

Quick as a bunny, I slid down between her legs, my hands still capturing each of her tits, her hard firm nipples prisoners between my fingers as I teased them unmercifully, likewise now doing the same to her clit with my tongue.

"Oh fuck...fuck, fuck! That feels good!" Kathy wailed openly.

"Hmm, and tastes good too!" I responded back, my tongue now spearing her split, her juices flowing freely as my mouth and lips fought to drain them from the reservoir of her cunt, which refilled itself almost as fast as I could drink it down.

As excited as we both were, had been, Kathy's orgasm began almost immediately, her cries of delight alerting me first, the convulsions of her sweet pussy suddenly beginning. In a flash, I raised up, moving up, and in one plunge, sunk my shaft into her, hilting it. Her scream then was one of joyous surprise, rapture and pleasure all at once, filling her with my prick as she climaxed, continued to climax, and then climaxed again as we made love was incredibly beautiful beyond believe. I too had been hovering on the edge for far too long, feeling my own release now joining hers as we came together as one for the first time.

We lay together for long moments afterwards, slowly regaining our senses, collecting our breaths.

"What are we going to do Mark?" Kathy asked worriedly as I held her. "I can't deny loving you, and won't."

"I can't either," I said simply. "We can't go back now, it's no longer possible."

That very night after mom and dad came home, we sat them down and told them how we felt about one another. Understandably, there was a great deal of anguish and apprehension about it after we did, we talked with our parents long into the night about it, but as there were no laws about it, nor any real moral reasons that we couldn't be together, they both soon came to accept our decision, and days later finally came to embrace it.

We did agree to give it a year before getting married, though living together as we were felt like we already where anyway by the time that we did. Kathy now slept with me downstairs in my room every night, our relationship strengthening with each passing day, the atmosphere at home now pleasant, joyful and comfortable nearly all the time, unlike in the past. Even mom and dad seemed to grow closer together during the course of that year, eventually helping us to find our own place, giving us a down payment on a small house as a wedding present.