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Subject: {ASSM} Dancing by Rachael Ross (M/F, Bro/Sis Incest, Rom, Reluc, No Sex, Slow)
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Dancing

Copyright 2007 Rachael Ross all rights reserved. Intended for adults
only.
Story Codes: M/F, [Bro/Sis] Incest, Rom, Reluc, No Sex, Slow


Dancing
By Rachael

"We dance round in a ring and suppose,
But the Secret sits in the middle and knows."
-Robert Frost

=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=

"What are you doing?" I sat down on the steps, the wide wooden stairs
of our back porch.

"Hey Kris. I'm just sitting." My brother shrugged.

The sun was going down behind the not very old maple trees in our
backyard. It wasn't much of a view, since we lived in the middle of
Suburbia. A thousand identical houses, all lined up nice and neat. It
was easy to get lost and if you weren't careful you could walk into a
stranger's house by mistake.

I'd done that when I was 17 and a little drunk after a party. My
boyfriend had missed my street by two blocks and I snuck in through
the open back door and halfway upstairs before I realized the pictures
on the wall weren't of my mom and dad.

That had freaked me out, but it was a good story and I liked to tell
it. Nobody ever believes me though. Except the people who grew up in
my neighborhood, they just nod, knowing how that really could happen.

My brother Steve and I are twins, but not identical, since I was, and
still am a girl. He's a boy, obviously, so we look a little different.
Being twins was nice though. I mean I always had a friend growing up,
because Steve was always that, my friend maybe even more than he was
my brother. He was my best friend, which sounds dumb. Like you can't
have a best friend for a brother for some reason, they're mutually
exclusive. It's like those people, those guys who say their best
friends are their wives. It's a nice sentiment, and people want to
believe it, but no one really does. Not in their hearts, because
they've never felt it.

But I did. We did, Steve and me, and it was very nice.

"Nancy?" I put my elbow on my knee and propped my head on my hand,
looking at him sideways.

"Yeah." He frowned. "She didn't say anything."

"What did you say?"

"I just asked her why she wanted to break up." Steve looked down,
between his feet.

"No reason?" I asked, knowing it was because my brother was leaving
her, but what did he expect?

"Nope." He snorted.

We were both eighteen then, and getting ready to go to different
colleges. He wanted to be an architect, so he was going to some fancy
school in Chicago, the Illinois Institute of Technology. I just wanted
a degree in basket weaving or something, seriously, I didn't care. I
was going to college probably just to meet a guy I could fall in love
with. Not that I was set on it, but I'm saying that's the reality of
it. Carefree and without ambition, I was just going to have fun.

We envied that in each other, I think, my brother and me. He was
always serious, getting his straight A's in school, knowing exactly
what he wanted to be, making his plans for the future. And I just
laughed and flirted, joined all the fun clubs and cheerleading and all
that stuff. I even ran for class president in my senior year, just to
tease my brother when I won...But I didn't. He did.

That was okay though, I voted for him. He told me later that he'd
voted for me, and we'd laughed about it, lying in his bed.

We spent a lot of time together in bed, his or mine, it didn't matter.
We just talked, I'm not saying we fooled around. He was my brother, so
that would've felt a little...weird. I know because he kissed me once.
Just one time, when we were arguing about something silly, like what
was Captain Kirk's middle name, or something.

And like all of our arguments, whatever it was about, it escalated
into tickling and sometimes I won those, and sometimes he did. On that
particular day, when we were 16 years old, he was winning. Sitting on
my tummy, my bare tummy as we were wearing bathing suits and mine was
a bikini, a modest one, but still a bikini. And he was tickling me,
making me admit that I was wrong. And I was red faced and smiling and
hot and my soft blue eyes were looking up into his and then...

He kissed me. On the lips. Like a boyfriend kisses his girlfriend, my
brother kissed me and I think we both blinked at that. I know I
blushed and then Steve was getting off of me, apologizing. But there
was nothing to forgive; I mean I was expecting it, seriously. It was
just the moment between a boy and girl, our relationship just slipped
away from both of us and we were just kids for a second, not brother
and sister at all.

If he hadn't kissed me, I would have kissed him, or so I told myself.
And I told him that too, just so he wouldn't spend his whole life
feeling guilty over nothing. Later we laughed about it, on those rare
times we happened to both be thinking about it. We never talked about
it though, we just looked at each other and we knew what the other was
thinking. We did that sometimes, like esp or something.

I thought about that kiss a lot after that, but only secretly, when I
was alone and especially after we left for our colleges. When I missed
my brother, eventually I'd miss that one kiss too. It was inevitable.
I'd start out missing his handsome face, then his laugh. Then I'd miss
the way he always knew how to cheer me up. And by the end of the day,
laying in my dorm at night, trying to fall asleep...I'd miss that kiss.
It would be my last thought before I finally closed my eyes.

"Well, it wasn't like you were gonna marry her." I said, talking about
Nancy.

"I know." Steve nodded. "But she could have said something."

"Girls are like that." I laughed a little. "It's different than boys."

"Yeah."

"I mean we want to talk all the time, except when we're mad." I leaned
over, pressing my shoulder against his. "Guys don't wanna talk til
something's going wrong."

"Well..." My brother smiled a little.

"Then we can't shut you guys up." I giggled. "You know it's true, come
on."

"Maybe." My brother leaned into me a little. "When is your plane
leaving?"

"Ten in the morning." I sighed. "I gotta be at the airport like 3 days
early cause of the security."

That finally did make him laugh. I was going to University of Nevada-
Las Vegas. They'd offered me the same scholarships as everyplace else,
which is to say none, so I picked them for the campus fun factor. I
mean it's Vegas! It had to be fun!

My parents weren't totally thrilled, but they'd been to Las Vegas more
than a few times, and it was more family oriented now, I guess. At
least that's what my dad said, a little grudgingly, although he'd
never brought me and my brother along. I think he was secretly glad
because now he'd have an excuse to go to Vegas once in awhile. He
liked blackjack a lot and always complained about the local casinos,
the ones on the reservations. He was a good player. Mom just liked Tom
Jones.

Steve was flying out to Chicago a couple days after I left and it was
hard, really hard. Neither one of us had been away from home before,
not for more than a couple days at the most. And our parents, well we
were the only two kids they had. Mom always said that having so much
good luck the first time around made her a little nervous. She didn't
want to push it, but that was just her way of teasing us, telling us
she was proud without really saying it.

Our mom was one of those women who were sort of distant, you know? Not
that she wasn't loving, or a good mom, she was righteous, just that
she couldn't always express it out loud. But it was in her eyes every
time she looked at us. We got our eyes from her. And her black hair,
which was thick and soft. Mine was long and wavy, and Steve's would
have been, except he liked it short, and he looked good that way.

We were both attractive like my mom, very attractive, and we'd gotten
our dad's outgoing personality and good humor to boot. I was 5'8"
tall, Steve just an inch taller, maybe, but you wouldn't know unless
we stood back to back barefoot. The same full lips, high cheekbones
and pointy chins. I had a mole, a little beauty mark on my upper lip.
Steve had a little white scar above his left eye, but it just made him
look better when you were close to him.

He was an athletic guy too, not muscle bound buff or anything, but
solid, very comfortably solid in his build. And confident, God, he
just gave you that feeling like whatever he wanted to do, he was going
to be good at it. I loved being with him just for that. I was more
soft, with nice hips and a narrow waist. Breasts that grew firm and
upright and suited my height. I got a lot of looks, and a lot of
dates, but I'd never done much more than some heavy petting with my
boyfriends.

Steve had gone all the way with Nancy, I knew that, and yeah, it made
me a little jealous when he'd told me. We didn't have any secrets
anyway, and he sure wasn't going to keep that one! He'd been 17 and
walking on air, smiling like he'd just won the lottery. One look at
him and I knew, and I'd made him tell me everything.

We'd lain in his bed and played fifty questions with it. He wouldn't
just come out and tell me, he had to make me ask, you know. And I'd
closed my eyes, asking him how and where, and most especially why.
What had made that one girl so special, I'd asked him. What did he
like about her, how had she made him feel? Was it a word, or a touch?
I wanted to know everything because I wanted to understand why he did
it with her of all people.

And I closed my eyes, like I said, maybe wondering what it might have
been like to be Nancy for those ten or fifteen minutes, because Steve
had been honest. It hadn't lasted very long, he'd blushed. Just a few
strokes, and it was over and that had made me giggle. I'd always
imagined that sex took like hours and hours. But he swore to me it
didn't and he'd been scared, which surprised me. Not only that he'd
admit it, but that it was even true. Steve wasn't ever scared, but he
had been that first time with his girlfriend.

Steve told me that when I did it with a boy, when I made love for the
first time, I'd understand. I'd smiled at that, thinking he was
probably right, and then I'd promised to tell him about it. Wherever
it happened, whenever it happened, I'd tell him right after. Even on
my honeymoon, I swore, making both of us laugh. I'd call him in the
middle of the night if I had to, just because I loved him that much.
He'd shared his first time with me, so I'd do the same.

And now I was leaving in the morning, and the sun was going down, and
I was already missing him.

"Going to see Chuck tonight?" Steve asked me, referring to my
boyfriend.

"Nope." I smacked my lips softly.

"Why not?" Steve sat back on the steps, leaning on his arms and I took
the opportunity to lean all the way over, putting my head in his lap.

"I already said goodbye." I rubbed his thigh, just above his right
knee. "Last night. He wanted to do it."

"He did?" Stave snorted.

"Yeah." I giggled. "That's what I said. I like him, but it isn't
love."

"Love just hurts anyway." Steve shifted a little, balancing on his
left arm so he could pull a strand of black hair from my face.

"You're gonna meet another girl." I smiled up at him. "Nancy isn't the
end of the world."

"I wasn't thinking of..."

"There you two are." My mom stuck her head out the back door. "I've
been calling you for five minutes."

"Sorry mom..." Steve and I said in unison, having had 18 years to
perfect it. Then we laughed as mom rolled her eyes and went back in
the house.

"Five whole minutes...Gee whiz." Steve smiled at me.

I sighed, sitting up again. "I was just getting comfy too."

It was kind of a somber dinner that night, I remember distinctly
because usually they weren't. But this was my last one for awhile, the
last time we'd all be together, and so it was a little too serious for
my tastes. My brother and I could fix that though.

"Have you been thinking about a major?" My dad asked me.

"Nope." I smiled at him.

"She's gonna major in boys." Steve grinned and I kicked him under the
table. "Ouch!"

"Hmph." My dad grunted. "I figured that out already."

"Oh stop." My mom frowned.

"I'm just going to check it out first, that's all." I shrugged.

"Not too late to go to school here." My dad pointed out. "You could
save a lot of money and live right upstairs."

"It is kinda too late." Steve chuckled.

"Yeah, I'm sort of committed now, dad." I told him. "They already have
a room waiting for me and everything."

"Did you get all packed, Kristy?" My mom asked me.

"That's a coed dorm, right?" My dad shook his head. "Do they have coed
showers too?"

"Yeah mom, mostly." I nodded.

"Don't worry, dad, there's shower curtains." Steve grinned at me and I
kicked at him again, but I missed. "Heh!"

"I'm not going to get pregnant, dad." I stabbed at a potato.

"I didn't say that." He looked at me, all handsome and innocent, then
he looked around the table. "Did I say that?"

"It sounded like it." I frowned.

"Well, you just take your pills..." My mom was talking to herself, I
thought.

"You worry too much, dad." Steve laughed at him.

"I'm not on the pill mom." I sighed.

"The pill?" My dad stared at me. "Why do you need the pill?"

Steve just smiled at me and his eyes were twinkling happily. Birth
control came up every now and again, but not like it did in other
families, I was sure. I mean it didn't get talked about in the privacy
of my bedroom with a mother and daughter heart to heart. It got talked
about over roast beef and dill pickles. There was something wrong with
our parents.

"I don't, Daddy." I smiled at him. "I'm not going to need it either.
I'm going to college, not..."

"Not to an orgy." Steve couldn't resist and I bit my bottom lip,
staring at him hard.

"Orgy?" My mom looked at Steve. "Why do you say that?"

"It was a joke, mom." Steve swallowed hard. "Sorry."

"Not a very funny one." My dad was looking at him too and it was my
turn to laugh, but only a little.

"You should invite Nancy over for dinner before you leave." I smiled
sweetly at Steve, pretending I was changing the subject.

"Oh, what a wonderful idea." My mom smiled at me and then looked at my
brother. "I haven't seen her in weeks."

"Yeah." Steve nodded his head, looking at me and I wished I hadn't
said it then. He was sort of hurting and I'd just rubbed it in.

"Nancy's a nice girl." My dad nodded. "Where's she going to college
at?"

We spent 5 minutes talking about Nancy, just because my parents both
liked her and didn't know she'd dumped Steve. So I was feeling pretty
low actually by the time dinner finally ended. Sometimes our teasing
did get a little out of hand, but...

"You started it." I said, pursing my lips as Steve sat on my bed
staring at me.

"I was just joking, you know that." Steve pushed a pile of neatly
folded clothes away from him so he could scoot back and lean against
the wall.

I really hadn't packed hardly at all, but the last thing I wanted was
my mom's help. So I'd told her a little white lie. I had time anyway,
I wasn't going out and I wouldn't be able to sleep. I always waited
until the last minute for stuff anyway, it was as much in my nature as
it wasn't in Steve's. For being twins, we sure were opposites in a lot
of ways, but mostly in ways that sort of complimented each other.

"Yeah, me too." I giggled. "I just can't believe you said orgy. I'll
be getting phone calls from dad every day."

"Heh." Steve smiled at me. "What are you doing?"

My big suitcase was in the middle of my room, on the floor. I'd pulled
the top drawer of my dresser out completely and I just dumped
everything that was in it into the open suitcase. It was all panties
and socks, a couple half-slips, maybe an old pair of tights and some
nylons I never wore. Junk like that.

"Packing." I grinned at him. "Why, how do you do it?"

"Not like that." Steve laughed. "You're pretty hopeless, here..."

I stood there in my cutoff shorts and a Metallica t-shirt that I'd
swiped from Chuck and never given back, watching as Steve slid off the
bed and onto the floor.

"Fine." I made a little face, because folding panties and socks had
never made a lot of sense to me anyway.

So we sat down together and started digging through my underwear,
sorting it out.

"These are mine." Steve held up a pair of blue boxers.

"I borrowed them." I shrugged.

"I was looking for these!"

"You liar! I've had those for a year." I took them out of his hands,
folding them up. "I'm keeping them now."

"Why do you want my boxers?" He took them back. "You got more
underwear than anybody I ever met."

I laughed at that, cause I did have a lot, but most of them were old
anyway. Some of my panties had holes, some had stretched out
waistbands, some were just...ugly.

"Give me those, come on." I reached for them again, but Steve pulled
them away, holding his boxers out of reach. "I like to sleep in them."

"You sleep in my underwear?" He chuckled.

"So?" I put my hands down, playing possum. "I'll trade you for them."

"Trade me what?" He laughed. "Some of your panties? I don't think I
want to sleep in your underwear, sis."

"You should." I giggled. "You might appreciate your boxers a little
more." I dug through the pile and found what I was looking for.
"These."

"What?" Steve looked at the thong I was holding up, a lavender one,
small and fragile and stretchy. It was the only thong I owned.

"I'll trade you this for those." I nodded at the boxers he was
holding.

"What would I do with that?" Steve grinned at me.

"I don't know." I shrugged. "Hang it off your rearview mirror, isn't
that what you guys do?"

"Yeah, and when my friends ask me where I got my trophy, I can just
say I got them off my sister?" Steve rolled his eyes.

"You guys talk about that stuff?" I asked him, knowing they did.

"If they're hanging from the mirror we do." He laughed at me. "It's a
conversation piece."

"I'm sure." I laughed at him. We had the same weird sense of humor.
"But..." I held up my finger.

"But what?"

"But you don't know about these panties." I dangled the thong between
my fingers like I was trying to hypnotize him. "They're special."

"Know what?" He smiled. "You wore them on your first date?"

"Better than that." I wiggled my eyebrows at him.

"Just tell me." Steve said, like I was boring him. But he was
interested, we both knew it.

"I wore these at the senior prom." I giggled. "You remember my
lavender dress? Lavender thong...I went to three stores looking for the
right color."

"You were wearing those when we..." Steve sucked his upper lip.

"Yep." I nodded slowly.

There were some strange things that happened in high school, or
anywhere really, because Steve and I are twins. Like how I was the
Homecoming Queen and Steve was the class Valedictorian, which isn't
strange at all, except it really shows how opposite we are.

No, the strange thing, one of them, was that I was also the Prom Queen
our senior year, just a few months previously in May, and Steve had
been the Prom King. I don't know how other schools do it, but at our
high school the King and Queen had the first real dance together, the
very slow one, the romantic one with the lights turned down. Even
though he was there with Nancy, and I was there with Chuck, we had to
do that one dance and...

"I'll trade." Steve nodded.

I giggled and handed my thong over as he tossed his boxers in my lap.
I'd never worn them again, and in fact I'd been planning on pretty
much saving those panties for the rest of my life, but it was worth it
to keep my brother's boxers. And maybe not just cause they were
comfortable.

And I knew, like the esp thing, I knew Steve was thinking about our
dance. How he'd held me, a little awkwardly at first, but then
casually, both of us relaxing and then he held me tight, his hand in
the small of my back. Our fingers entwined while he led me around the
gymnasium floor. And I felt him against me, strong against my tummy
and my breasts, and it was the best dance of our lives, we both knew
it.

I'd gotten hot dancing with Steve, flushed and I don't know. Aroused?
Should I say that? But he was my brother and at the time I'd mostly
tried to think how nice it was to be the Prom Queen, for one thing,
with that little tiara in my hair, dancing with the most handsome boy
in school. It was one of the best nights of my life, the whole thing,
and that was what had made me feel so tingly inside. Or so I'd tried
to imagine at the time.

But I was hot and my nipples were hard and I couldn't breathe, dancing
with my brother. I hadn't expected it, or asked for it, and neither
had he. It had just happened, and not as a joke, not a bunch of high
school kids voting for the brother and sister to see us embarrassed,
it was natural and perfect. We were meant to be together and we knew
it, Steve and I, and so did everyone else, I thought.

The universe had a wonderful sense of irony.

When the song was over Steve had looked at me. Our eyes were level as
I stood there in my high heels, with Steve's arms around me, and I was
smiling because I knew he was going to kiss me. I mean not just
because he was the King and he had to, but because he wanted to. You
didn't have a dance like that with someone and not kiss her at the
end, that would have been unthinkable. And we were both remembering
our other kiss, our first kiss, and this was better and I was smiling,
just a little, already leaning forward a little, waiting and waiting...
And Steve kissed me on the cheek.

And we'd smiled and laughed and I'd blushed again. Steve could make me
blush, with a kiss on the cheek, but what else could he have done?

"Dad wants me to change schools." Steve said, just to change the
subject, which was being discussed entirely in silence, between our
eyes.

I looked down, clearing my throat. We'd been dancing again and we knew
it.

"He mentioned it the other day." Steve nodded, like this was safe. Our
secret was safe.

"Why?" I asked, rolling up some ankle socks, avoiding his eyes while I
caught my breath.

"Because you won't." Steve chuckled. "He thinks I should go to UN-LV
with you, since you won't change your mind."

"Tell him it's too late." I looked up with a smile. "I tried telling
him my SATs were too low for that place you're going to."

"Well, I was thinking maybe..."

"Don't even!" I stared at my brother like he was crazy. "You do what
you want, okay? God, you have it made, don't blow it just because
dad's weirding out."

I knew Steve was excited about going to Chicago. When he'd gotten his
acceptance letter he'd been about as happy as I'd ever seen him, and
I'd been happy for him. He deserved it after working so long and hard
for it. He'd studied his butt of for the SAT test, scoring like 1590
combined or some outrageous thing. I'd barely got 1300 and that was
good enough for a lot of places, but not an Institute of Technology,
apparently.

I'd been kind of glad of that though, like how much fun could a place
like that be? I'd be living in Vegas, basking in the sun and fun of a
desert oasis. Steve was going to the cold and blustery grey of some
meat packing town famous for its really tall building, a big fire, and
Al Capone. My choice had been pretty clear.

"He's just worried." Steve shrugged. "I can see his point."

"You can see his point?" I laughed. "His only point is that he doesn't
trust me."

"No, come on." Steve held up a pair of pink panties with red hearts,
pretty ripped in the crotch. "Keeping these?"

"Nope. You can have them." I grinned and Steve tossed them aside.

"His point is that you're eighteen and going to Las Vegas alone."
Steve said. "You don't know anyone there."

"Well, I was sort of thinking I might meet someone." I said
sarcastically. "Like my roommate? I'd probably meet her, don't you
think?"

"You know what I mean..."

"And how many people do you know in Chicago?" I pointed out.

"It's not the same thing." Steve shook his head. "You're a..."

"Girl." I nodded. "Yeah, so if I was a boy it would be fine and
dandy." I sighed. "So much for equality."

"You can't expect equality from dad." Steve laughed.

"Or from you, huh?" I stared at him, but I wasn't mad, or even
annoyed, we talked like this all the time.

"Nope." Steve fluttered his hands. "Not from me either. We love you
too much."

"Say that again." I looked at Steve, sticking the tip of my tongue out
between my lips.

"What?"

"But pick a different pronoun." I almost giggled, but I didn't. I
didn't know what I was doing, but my heart thumped.

"A different..." Steve narrowed his eyes a little. "Uh, they love you
too much?"

I shook my head slowly. "Don't tease me."

"You're being the tease!" Steve knew what I wanted to hear, he just
didn't know why. Neither of us did.

Or more likely we knew too much.

"You never say it." I sighed, picking up some old black tights, from
like 8th grade. "Oh my God." I wadded them up and threw them at my
brother.

"I do say it." Steve was smiling, but his eyes were serious now.

"No, it's always 'we' or you and dad, or you and mom, never just you
by yourself." I said. "You never say 'I' when you say it."

"Yeah, right." He looked down, picking up some more of my panties,
tossing the obviously bad ones aside. "You know I do."

"Do what?" I asked innocently.

"What do you want me to say?" He stopped moving, just sitting there on
the floor across from me, looking at me.

And our lives were changing, right then and right there. The thing
we'd avoided for years, ever since that kiss, that first sweet kiss
he'd given me. The only real kiss he'd ever given me and I'd kept it
in my heart, locked away like a secret. Now it was pounding, beating
beneath my breasts, wanting to come out. Steve knew it too, we were
twins and more than just brother and sister, more than we could ever
be with anyone else. All he had to do was say it.

"You feel it." I swallowed hard. "I know you do."

He didn't say anything.

"I can't sleep without thinking about you." I said softly.

"Kris, don't..." Steve shook his head and we'd never talked about this.
Not once.

"Just say it." I blinked because I felt like I was going to cry. "Tell
me..."

"No." He wanted to look away, but he didn't. "I can't."

"...Please?" I begged him softly.

He took a breath and licked his lips and he was getting up. Steve
wasn't going to say anything, not even a refusal, a lie to deny what
we knew to be true. Whatever he tried to say, whatever words he
thought he should say, if my brother said anything at all, it would be
the three words that he dared not to.

"I'll say it." I said loudly, looking up at him with damp eyes.

Steve was leaving me, walking away, putting his hand on the door.

"I love you." I whispered, but he was gone. Our secret safe.



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