Eric: And then…and then…I can't explain it, how it happened. I mean, sure, I know how it happened; I suddenly reached over and pulled Jen toward me. No, I don't know what was in my head. All I knew was that there was an incredibly hot young woman sitting a few inches away, someone that I used to wrestle with when we were kids. Maybe my brain shorted out and maybe my horny nerve connected with my little kid nerve. Anyway, I guess she was as shocked as I was.
Jenny: Suddenly Eric reached over and pulled me toward him. My instinct was naturally to push him off. I'm pretty sure my guard was still up from my session with Colin in the car, or maybe it's always up. Anyway, he pulled me to him and kind of locked me in hug. Within seconds it was like we were kids again, tussling on the couch. It was like we were fighting over the TV remote again, except that it wasn't. There was nothing to fight over, just me.
Eric: It probably only lasted seconds, but those seconds are burned into my mind. And hands. The feel of them sliding along her sides, her back, the smooth satin enabling, the warmth I could feel immediately beneath that thin layer of fabric, her, beneath that fabric. How can she be firm and soft at the same time? I wondered. But the gliding touch as my hands tried to find purchase; it was like my fingers were gliding along red hot steel, but without pain. No; with pleasure where the pain should have been.
Jenny: It happened so quickly and unexpectedly that my instinct, like I said, was to fight back, but in seconds I remembered this was Eric and I relaxed a bit, but still kept fending him off, trying to make a joke of it. Finally I slid across the couch away from my brother and I guess he gave up and stayed where he was. He turned back to the TV but I could see it in his face; I could see he was confused, embarrassed. I sat for a few seconds and waited. He turned only once back to me and I could see pain in his eyes. I got up and went to my bedroom to change out of my party clothes.
Eric: Finally after a minute or two my sanity returned and I realized what I was doing, that Jen was trying to get away, so I stopped. Then reality landed with a thud and I realized that what I had done was way out of line, that I had scared my sister. I was ashamed.
Jenny: Once in my room I slowly removed my clothes and changed into my usual sleepwear, an old white shirt of our dad's, one that reached down mid-thigh. I sat for long minutes thinking about Eric and what had just happened. I wanted to understand it. I kind of felt like it scared me, but in a weird way I also kind of felt, well, turned on. Obviously my session in Colin's car had turned me on in a conventional - if there is such a thing - way, but wrestling with Eric was, well, different. So I sat for about 10 minutes thinking about it and thinking about why he needed - why he wanted - to do what he did. Because it was clear to me that, somehow, he had a need. So, finally, I put my kimono robe on over my nightshirt, took a deep breath, and went back to the living room, hoping Eric was still there.
Eric: So I just sat there, not even seeing the movie, thinking 'what have I done? Will Jen hate me? Will she tell our parents?' And then she came back into the room. She had changed and had her, well, kind of a Chinese silky robe on that she liked to wear. Now I was really embarrassed; no, ashamed. I wanted to sink into the couch and disappear. I thought she was going to ream me out, threaten to tell our folks.
Jenny: I could see Eric was really - I mean really - embarrassed, and I instantly knew he was sorry, that he regretted what had happened. But that didn't satisfy me: I wanted to know why it happened. And to be honest I still felt a kind of tingly feeling, some kind of weird mixture of being turned on with Colin and then having a physical wrestle with my brother.
Eric: She sat down, pulled her legs up under her, and watched the movie for a couple of minutes. I kind of knew that she hadn't really come back for the movie and as we sat there without talking I kind of relaxed and began to think that maybe she wasn't there to yell at me. So I was the first to talk and told her I was sorry. And I was; she was my sister and whatever made me do it was something that shouldn't happen between a brother and a sister.
Jenny: After a few minutes Eric told me he was sorry. That helped, because I knew he meant it. I told him thanks, quietly. Then I pushed it a bit and asked him why he did it. Could he tell me?
Eric: When Jen asked why I did it it was really hard for me to answer. Partly because I was still embarrassed, partly because she still looked pretty hot to me, and partly because, honestly, I didn't know why. I think I was refusing to let, well, certain thoughts enter my mind let alone say out loud, so I gave her a lame excuse and said I wanted to wrestle, like we did when we were kids.