[u]Sat Oct 3[/u] I have a tale for you, /a/.

A few days ago, a thread was posted suggesting /a/ brush his sister's teeth. Aft er some consideration, I offered and eventually did brush my younger sister's te eth for her. I thought it was fun, and she didn't seem to dislike it - though sh e also didn't think much of my technique. That's the backstory; here's the main event. Tonight my sister interrupted my browsing 4chan to ask about my day. Very though tful on her part, but not unusual. As we talked, she mentioned that she was goin g to get ready for bed soon. I thought nothing of it. It wasn't until she repeat ed that she was "going to go brush her teeth" and started slowly slinking out of the room that I picked up on what she wanted. At that point, I asked if she wan ted a hand with that - and she quickly accepted. I went with her to brush her te eth again. Tonight's session was less messy than the previous attempt since we both knew wh at we were doing; as before, I stood behind her and brushed from the view in the mirror. I found navigating her mouth with the brush significantly less difficul t this time. While brushing, I noticed that she seemed unsure of what to do with her hands tonight. She moved them from the sink to almost touching my hands to her hips on more than one occasion. In the end, she thanked me for brushing her teeth for her. I felt a little awkwa rd, and I'm sure she did too. Once was just for fun, but now it felt... well, it wasn't what I might normally call intimate, but this is a lot closer than we've been since she was six or so. I'm not sorry I did it; she expressed genuine gra titude for my help. She also suggested that my brushing skill had improved. I wa s happy to receive her praise. Since this chain of events was initated here, I thought I might post this in hop es that the OP of that thread see that his request did not fall on deaf ears. [u]Mon Oct 5[/u] I have a new story for you, /a/. Last I posted, I had brushed my sister's teeth for the second time. Unlike the f irst time, the second brushing felt more deliberate and awkward. I thought that we wouldn't have a third performance. I was wrong. While I watched television about an hour ago, she sat down beside me. Her giggle s and smile told me she was having a good night. I listened as she spoke blithel y about her adventures at school. At length I put my arm around her and squeezed her briefly against me, then returned to the television. Not to be ignored, she told me she wanted to switch tonight. Further inquiry on my part revealed that she wished to brush my teeth. I accepted. Since she stands a full head shorter than myself, conventional brushing was diff icult. I tried sitting down so she could brush from the front, but that didn't w ork, resulting in toothpaste on my shirt. She eventually procured a small step-s tool and stood behind me, brushing my teeth in the mirror - as I had done hers. The feeling was... exquisite. She was incredibly gentle; she asked frequently if she was pushing too hard. After each pause for me to spit, she reengaged with r enewed fervor. I was sorry for it to end. When she stepped down, she told me tha t I was right - that brushing someone else's teeth was fun. She was shining, and so was I.

Thank you, /a/. This was a most worthwhile endeavour you recommended. [u]Fri Oct 9[/u] I have posted in the past on this topic. My sister and I have developed an occas ionally problematic and somewhat needy nightly ritual because of these threads. After brushing her teeth at the behest of /a/, she decided that in addition to m y brushing her teeth, she should brush mine. As of this week, we're brushing our own teeth only once a day; the nightly brushing is done by the other. The odd t hing about this, though, is that I don't really want to stop it. It's both endea ring and affirming that my sister and I are close - something of which I am most glad. [quote=Oral Hygiene-kun]I'm in graduate school. She's in high school. I approach ed the subject with curiousity and interest - offering to brush her teeth only a s a passing fancy - and while she initially declined the offer, after we talked about other subjects for a while she decided she did, in fact, want to give it a try. This has been... hmm, three weeks ago? It was only awkward after the secon d brushing. Before that was fun, and everything afterwards has been great. It wa s the second time that really made me think we wouldn't be doing it again.[/quot e] [u]Thur Oct 22[/u] Hello again, /a/, from he who brushes his sister's teeth. I have an update to my curious tale for you. A quick recap of events thus far: Roughly a month ago, /a/ suggested we should b rush our sister's teeth for them. Intrigued by this concept, I did so. My sister and I so enjoyed the experience that not long afterward, she hinted that she wa nted me to offer to brush them again - and I did so. From that point on, I have brushed her teeth every night, and she occasionally brushed mine. This odd arran gement has continued - until last night. As was the routine, when my sister had finished her shower she requested that I brush her teeth. The thrill of the act has passed, somewhat; now I comply for th e closeness that holding her softly and cleaning her teeth provides. Tonight wen t as previous brushings have, until the end. As I finished, I told her we were d one and prepared to head back to Internet minutiae; before I could turn away, sh e solidly embraced me and asked to reciprocate immediately. Somewhat surprised b y her hug, I acquiesced. She took particular care that night to brush my teeth thoroughly. She would tilt my head this way and that so as to get the best angle in the mirror to view her work. I'd be lying if I said I didn't relish in her doting; her gentle and caut ious brushing is truly luxurious. After at least twice again the time a normal b rushing would take, she reluctantly ended my session. I thanked her, but she inf ormed me we weren't done yet. Still standing on her footstool, she ordered me to open my mouth. For what seemed like a long while, she looked at my teeth. I watched her eyes da rt around my mouth and occasionally meet my gaze. On the stool, she stood a few inches taller than me; usually the hight difference between us is quite the oppo site. Hesitantly, experimentally, she put her index finger in my mouth and pushe d lightly on my back teeth. Amused by the serious face she was wearing, I respon ded by closing my mouth and sucking her finger. She blushed instantly and let ou t an audible yip, pulling her finger from my mouth. Grinning at her, I waited fo

r her response. She looked in my eyes, looked at my mouth, and edged closer to m e. I am no fool, /a/. I understood your intent when you made that thread a month ag o. I didn't care - I understood my family well enough that I was quite sure ther e would be no drastic changes to our relationship because of any one event. That said, my sister's charmingly rouge cheeks, uneven breath, and parted lips told me at that moment that I may have been mistakened: that she wanted to express ou r newfound closeness with a different sort of affection. I wouldn't say I froze - rather, I simply didn't move as she leaned forward. I closed my eyes and felt her mouth brush against my upper lip. When no further pressure followed, I opene d my eyes and saw her looking guiltily away from me. I hugged her against me and told her thank you again, and then left the room. This was yesterday evening. She has been cordial but skittish every time I see h er tonight, and in about one hour she will have her shower and prepare for bed. I am curious to know if she will ask me to brush her teeth again. I find myself hoping she does. [u]Mon Oct 26[/u] Oral Hygiene Brother here, with an update. Thanks to /a/, I am quite content to brush my sister's teeth for her, and she mi ne - but after what can best be described as an awkward, aborted, post-brushing kiss attempt on her part earlier, I was concerned that our toothbrushing days we re numbered. However, the next night indicated that the status quo had returned again. This update is not about recent events; our relationship currently seems stable. Rather, I'll describe events that took place on the day following my previous u pdate. On that night, I brushed her teeth as was usual, and again she asked to brush mi ne afterward. I felt a thrill at her request: this meant she was not upset about what happened earlier. After she finished, I turned around and lifted her down from the step-stool she had been using. In that moment in which our faces were c lose, I felt an impulse which I could not ignore. I pecked her lightly on the li ps. Her bright blushing and immediate demand to know what I thought I was doing was precious. Could her brother not kiss as a show of appreciation, I reasoned? Surely there was no harm in a brief family kiss, particularly since we both now had minty fresh breath. I admitted to her that the closeness I felt with her ove r the past month was very valuable to me, and that I was glad to have her as my steadfast and irreplaceable sister. Warily, she admitted she felt the same about our improved rapport, and affirmed that family-style kisses - ie. no-tongue, ap parently - would be okay. Shortly before going to bed, she inquired as to why I originally wanted to brush her teeth. At a loss for words, I gave her the truth: the Internet suggested it . After considering this, she asked whether the Internet offered any other such suggestions. I declined to go into the naughtier specifics, but I gave her a few examples I remembered. She found the hair brushing suggestion particularly inte resting; this has resulted in an increase in our nightly grooming time together. [quote=Oral Hygiene-kun]Ah, yes. In short, after I had brushed her teeth, she de manded to brush mine. She spent a great deal of time on that. Afterward, she wan ted to look at my teeth, and eventually put a finger in my mouth - on which I ge ntly sucked, causing her some degree of consternation. After that, she leaned in

close, and I suspected what she wanted to do. I closed my eyes and waited for s oft lips to brush over my upper lip only. She must have significantly embarrasse d herself, though, because she stopped. I hugged and thanked her and I wasn't su re what to make of that at the time.[/quote] [u]Fri Oct 30[/u] I didn't brush my sister's teeth tonight. She is feeling ill. Despite the possibility that she has the dreaded swine flu, I have been taking c are of her. If I get sick as well, then so be it; it will have been for a good c ause. For most of the day I have sat with her and kept her hydrated; I also serv ed as a nurse for any requests she might have had. She has taken medicine for he r fever, and I have been monitoring her health: Tiredness, chills, fever, dizzin ess, and cough. For my part, I find myself distracted by her pain; at the risk o f sounding cliche, I would take it upon myself if I could. I don't tell her that , of course. She has enough to cope with as it stands. In lieu of describing a nightly brushing, I'll instead mention that serving as a nurse for my sister was not at all distasteful. Chauvinistic or not, seeing her in a weakened state reminded me how adorably cute my sister is. Of course, help ing her to relax and recover was always paramount in my mind. When she felt cold , I brought her additional blankets and sat with her while she sipped hot tea. W e talked of idle things when she had the strength to do so, and I let her rest w hen she felt tired. She expressed to me how calm she felt when I sat with her, a nd thanked me for "wasting" time taking care of her. Running my hand along her s houlder and arm as she lay on her side, I confided that I never considered time spent with her a waste. She's resting now; I would not be on /a/ were it otherwise. I write these update s for /a/ because you inspired me to become closer with my sister; times such as these remind me that we were always close, however. [u]Mon Nov 2[/u] I have an update for you, /a/. My sister brushed my teeth tonight. Naturally, I brushed hers as well, but the e vents that transpired afterward will likely perk your interest. As you may remember, my sister was ill recently. To my relief, she has entirely recovered, and has returned to her usual, energetic self. However, she had not r equested my presence for teeth cleaning activities since she fell ill. I assumed , with a heavy heart, that we would be self-brushing henceforth. Tonight proved that this would not be the case, as I happily obliged when she asked for dental assistance. I brushed her teeth with a bit more zeal than was typical, the net result being a somewhat messier session than was strictly necessary. Once she realized my int ention, though, she happily played along - her tongue playfully dodged the brush during my attempts to clean it, though it was eventually cornered and brushed. After I finished with her teeth, she took up the brush and, surprisingly, attemp ted to brush from the front; surprising, because we both know that means toothpa ste cleanup afterward. Halfway through my session she switched to the usual from -behind position. Her body pressed against mine as she brushed. When she finished, we cleaned up the area and ourselves. During a break in the l aughter we had over tonight's toothbrushing adventure, my sister asked if I thou

ght she was still contagious. Offhandedly, I replied that I doubted it. Later, a s we hugged each other goodnight, she told me that she hoped I was right about h er as she gave me a light, quick kiss. As she hugged me again, she explained it as a 'thank you' for taking care of her. When I didn't immediately respond, she laughed and claimed that I was blushing before going to her room. It seems I was taken off-guard, tonight. [u]Sat Nov 7[/u] While I am my sister's oral hygienist, my story won't focus on that topic tonigh t. We continue brushing the other's teeth, though our grooming habits have spilled over into other areas as well; these days I brush her hair as well as her teeth, for example. That said, I thought I'd provide an update which is not restricted to the bathroom, so to speak. We've grown very close these past two months; my sister and I now freely share o ur time with each other. Today, we had planned to do our shopping together, but that plan evolved into an outing for us both; rather than wasting the trip stric tly on trivialities, we opted to first visit the ice skating rink. To illustrate the stark contrast of our improved relationship these past two months, I have n ever before managed to drag my sister onto the ice: while I am reasonably profic ient, her experience on the ice, prior to today, comprised one ill-fated attempt roughly eight years ago. She was understandably nervous about this venture, but she was insistent that she would learn to skate today. Naturally, her first steps on the ice were hopelessly cute. gripping the rail, s he treaded the ice uneasily and spent a great deal of time steadying herself. Af ter some coaxing, she ventured away from the wall, though she would not do so wi thout her hand in mine. While the interior of the rink was cold, her smile, as I pulled her carefully around the ice, kept me warm. I noted with satisfaction th at by the end of our session she had progressed considerably. Due to her ankles being unaccustomed to skates, she needed to rest periodically and would watch the others and me skate while she recuperated. At one point, as I helped her back onto the ice, a well-meaning bystander with whom she had been chatting asked her if this was her first skating attempt. She replied that it so rt of was, to which the woman replied that it was good that my sister had her 'b oyfriend' there to help her. I arched an eyebrow when my sister did not bother t o correct her. We spent most of today together, and we spent the evening in proximity to each o ther. I am quite happy with this arrangement, /a/, and I suspect my sister feels the same. [u]Sat Nov 28[/u] My sister and I traveled to our parent's house for Thanksgiving. We see them fre quently, so this wasn't a momentous homecoming occasion. However, this holiday p roved rather telling about where my relationship with my sister is heading. On the drive to our parent's, my sister was cheerful and spirited, as usual (the energy she displays is certainly one of her more endearing qualities.) Our arri val was met with hugs from the parents and offers of victuals. Dinnertime was ty pical - gratuitious amounts of traditional Thanksgiving food and general updates about our lives for our parents. Eventually the topic shifted to my graduate cl

assmates, and my mother was quick to inquire as to whether there were any future mothers of her grandchildren among them. While I mentioned the strong points of some of my female classemates, I didn't specify any as a prospective mate. This lead to a degree of good-natured teeth-gnashing due to my mother desiring that I produce offspring for her to grandmother. During the converstaion, I noticed a shift in my sister's behavior in response t o these queries; her participation in our family discourse diminished considerab ly, as did her appetite. Even my mother noticed that she seemed to be gingerly p laying with her cranberry sauce rather than eating it. When pressed about why sh e wasn't particularly hungry, she claimed she was stressed from school. She was similarly quiet during our return trip, though she did venture a disjoin ted question about how I felt about having kids. After a brief consideration, I replied that it depended on with whom I was having them. She didn't answer right away, but after enough time had passed that I couldn't be sure the two statemen ts were connected, she asked simply whether I knew that she loved me. I said yes , of course. After a tense moment in the darkness, broken only by headlights and streetlamps, I added that I loved her too. I heard her exhale, but she said not hing else until we arrived at home. I offered to let her get her shower first, but she insisted I go first. After I finished, she took her shower - which lasted for some time. She later requested that I brush her teeth, and I did so. While I'm certain this will come as a disa ppoinment to /a/, we do not brush each other's teeth every night anymore; it's s imply not always convienent. Tonight, though, I took care of her teeth and she r eciprocated. During my brushing she mentioned that she wanted to go shopping ear ly the next day at Black Friday sales. While I wasn't particularly enthusiastic about that, I agreed to go with her. She thanked me with a kiss; though our nigh tly ritual seems to include a goodnight kiss if we both brush our teeth, her aff ection is always welcome. I'll be taking a short break before writing the following day's segment; I prefe r to write more concisely than this, and I do have someone who occasionally inte rrupts me... [u]Sun Nov 29[/u] Hello again, /a/. Here is the continuation that I had hoped to give you yesterda y. My sister asked me to take her shopping on Black Friday. For those of you who ha ve never experienced this glut of consumerism, it involves most large retail cha ins offering particularly good deals early in the morning, which means that if y ou want to procure these bargains, you'll be required to wait outside the stores until they open for business. Never one to say no to my sister, we woke up at t hree-thirty AM and set out to the stores. The weather that morning was particularly recalcitrant, and when we arrived at o ur first destination the rain had changed into hail. We only had one umbrella be tween the two of us, so we shared it as we huddled together in line near the ent rance of the store. My sister shivered in the icy wind; naturally, I couldn't st and for this, and opened my jacket before pressing her against me. I shushed her protests that someone we know might see us. It wasn't long before I felt her sh ivers abate and her arms wrap around me. Her head rested against my chest and ne ck. The calm that washed over me as I held her certainly made standing out in th e damp cold more bearable. Once we got inside the store, there was a stampede to reach the best items and t

hen quickly reach the checkout. I made sure that we found what we needed and tha t my sister, due to her diminutive stature, wasn't pummeled by the crowd. We the n repeated this chaotic scene at two more department stores, though we did not h ave to wait outside again. Once we had finished making our purchases, we began t he drive home. My sister thanked me for coming with her, and admitted that she t here was no way she could have come without me. I smiled and asked her to let me know the next time she needed a bodyguard. When we returned home, the time was scarcely past eleven AM. After a lunch of le ftover thanksgiving food, we sat together on the couch with the intention of wat ching anime; however, the early waking and bustle of shopping had left us both d rained, and it wasn't long before I noticed my sister sleeping quietly beside me . I pulled a blanket over us both and shut my eyes as well. I awoke to my sister squirming beside me. She apologized for waking me up, but h er smile shined as she told me that was the best nap she'd had in ages. She then headed off to the bathroom. We spent the rest of the day oblivious to the passi ng of time: we watched some Bakemonogatari, we played on the Wii, and we prepare d dinner as chef and sous-chef. I half expected - or perhaps hoped - after brush ing her teeth again that night, that she would ask for us to sleep together on t he sofa. She did not, however. For my part, I am unsure of how far our relations hip can safely progress; I am unwilling - or unable - to draw any sort of line. [u]Mon Nov 30[/u] Thank you for your suggestions. Well, on with the update, then, as apparently un solicited as it may be. Some of my classmates invited me out for drinks on Saturday. When my sister aske d where I was going, I told her that I had a hot date. I hadn't expected the rus h of emotions that her face showed; she seemed quite shocked, and upset as well, though her only response was, "oh." I quickly revealed that it wasn't really a date and it was just drinks with friends, but she didn't seem to think my joke w as particularly amusing. She wasn't sure she believed me, either, so my advice t o her was that since this event wasn't a date, she should come along and make it one. She accepted. We arrived at the Mexican cantina, and my classmates were quick to inquire about my little lady. Most of them were greatly amused that I would bring my sister d rinking with me, especially when she's not of age. I suggested she was present t o soak up the culture of academia from us graduate students. A few of my classma tes proceeded to quiz my sister on her grade level, her college aspirations, and her future career choices while the rest of us ordered drinks and appetizers. W hen the drinks came, I offered my sister a taste of the Mojito I had ordered, wh ich she enjoyed. The rest of the evening was spent discussing work-related minut iae, hearing tales of Thanksgiving adventures, and politely discouraging one of my classmates whom I don't care for from continuing his flirtatious behavior tow ard, and general oogling of, my sister. On the way home my sister asked if she looked drunk. I laughed and told her abso lutely, though her three or four sips throughout the night couldn't possibly hav e left her buzzed. She announced that she really enjoyed our date, and she wante d to go with me again next time. As we pulled into the driveway, I told her we c ould go on another one sometime this week if she wanted to. Thus, we're going to a different restaurant - just the two of us - this Tuesday. Mind you, eating ou t together isn't particularly unusual; calling it a date, is. One last point of interest: she didn't ask that I brush her teeth that night, bu t she did say I love you, in a bashful sort of way, after she bid me goodnight.

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told her same to you, and I meant it. Since then, she's made it habit to remin me of that every night. Just tonight she emphasized those words with a hug fro behind while I sat at my desk, a suggestion not to stay up too late, and a kis on the cheek.

[quote=Oral Hygiene-kun]How am I to know if she's a virgin? I don't recall her h aving any boyfriends, but her life is her own. I spent several years during my u ndergraduate studies separated from her. Only recently - in the last year - have we been living together again.[/quote] [u]Fri Dec 4[/u] My apologies, I'm having some formatting issues. This is a rather long post. Earlier this week, my sister and I went on our planned dinner date. We got to th e restaurant late, in part due to my not expecting my sister to take as long as she did to doll herself up for the occasion. When she first came out of the bath room with a face full of eyeliner, makeup, and lipstick, I couldn't help but lau gh. She was rather cross with me until I mentioned how lucky she was that her na tural cuteness didn't require her to apply makeup. She decided to wash her face and start over. Dinner at the restaurant was almost typical for us; we've gotten used to eating out once a week or so. No matter what either of us orders we end up shopping fro m the others' plate, and that night was no exception. As my sister prepared a sa mple of her meal for me, I wondered when it was that I stopped caring if the ute nsils she used to separate my portion from hers had already been in her mouth. C ertainly, that had been aversive to me in the past - but no longer. She mentioned that was thinking about college, and that she wanted to go into bi o-science. This surprised me, but then she told me which major she wanted to pur sue: Pre-dentistry. I told her, speaking from experience, that I thought she wou ld make an excellent dentist. The smile with which she responded was so bright m ade me glad I had complimented her choice. After dinner we went for a walk in the city park. She held my hand as we walked the path around the pond. Eventually we stopped at the gazebo and watched the co ld reflections in the water. During a moment of silence my sister edged close to me and asked me to warm her up, like on Friday. Without hesitation, I opened my coat and welcomed her into my arms. We stayed like that for some time, enjoying the others' warmth in the chilly night. My hands caressed her back, memorizing the form of her body through her clothes. I felt my resistance slipping - resist ance to a desire long suppressed - and at that moment I decided not to deny it a ny longer. I separated us long enough for me and looked into her eyes - searchin g for any clue that what I had just resolved to do wouldn't be a terrible mistak e. I saw my dear sister, whom I loved very much. Hesitating no longer, I kissed her, and it was not a brotherly kiss. At first, she closed her eyes and accepted my lips, but as I kissed more deeply she gasped and pushed me away. Confusion and fear. My chest tightened. It was ov er, I thought. She despised me for what I had just done. Why shouldn't she? We h ad been so careful to keep our affection innocent until now. I had ruined that. Sorry, I said. I'm sorry. My sister's breathing slowed. She stepped directly before me, her gaze steady an d defiant, and asked what that was. I lamely offered that it was an end-of-the-d ate kiss, expecting a slap on my face. NO, I said, no, that's not what it was. T he torrent of what I felt for her came out in a broken ramble. How much more enj oyable life was living together with her. How at ease I felt with her. How her e

nergy filled the house. How much joy her smile gave me. How much I want to see h er have a bright and happy future. I believe I even mentioned how attractive I f ound her. During a pause in my tirade, she stopped me. She took my hand and said it was okay. I tried to continue but she told me not to worry about it, and pul led me toward the car. I turned the key in the ignition, and without looking at her asked if I should t ake her to our parents' house. She asked me why. Ruefully, I admitted that my im pulse control was currently rather weak, and suggested that she would probably f eel safer at our parents. Then I felt her arm loop through mine, and she held me tightly as she said that she has always felt safe with me. She said I never nee ded to apologize, and she couldn't believe all the embarrassing stuff I told her . She shushed my protests and told me to take her home. To our home. And there you have it. The following day I brought the subject up again, and she was not afraid to discuss it. She told me she never knew how much I thought abo ut her, though she admitted that she'd had a crush on me since before she moved in; she also took that opportunity to hint strongly that she has never had a ste ady boyfriend. Like so much we do together, even talking about our possible roma nce felt relaxed and easy. She wasn't sure how she felt about moving beyond kiss ing, but she was okay with - though surprised by - what happened at the park. Sh e also said that keeping us a secret made her feel sexy. Naturally, I concurred. After dinner this evening we watched more episodes of Chobits together. She's en joying that series much more than Bakemonogatari; she says all the characters ar e adorable. At the risk of sounding banal, I find the series has a whole new lif e when you watch it with someone you love. [u]Wed Dec 9[/u] On with the update, then. As you know, I recently informed my sister of my love for her, and she reciproca ted that love. I suppose I'd thought our lives would be different once we had ex pressed our feelings. Instead, daily life is largely unchanged; so much of our f ree time was spent with the other that romantic intimacy seems merely an extensi on of what we already felt. One dangerous effect of our esoteric relationship is how comfortable we've become with physical contact between us; kisses before an d after I take her to school, warm embraces, and hand holding in stores would be difficult to explain to those aware of our kinship. In contrast, our time together at home has grown increasingly affectionate. Whil e quick, light kisses are fine for when we're out and about, we don't hold back in privacy; because of this, her previous lack of experience in kissing is quick ly becoming a non-issue. Again, we've decided that it's up to her as to when we go further. That said, as of two days ago, we are sleeping in the same bed. We continue to watch anime together, of course. We recently finished the episode of Chobits where Chii cooked a meal and wore only an apron for Hideki; while I know this is a common theme, it was the first time my sister had seen the aprononly motif. After the episode, I asked why she didn't wear an apron like that wh en we prepared a meal. She jokingly said she would, but it was a shame we didn't own any long aprons. I informed her that I now knew what she was getting for Ch ristmas. >How we came to sleep in the same bed We had just finished an episode of anime, and she declared that it was now bedti me (we had both already showered and brushed each others teeth by this point.) S

he was having trouble leaving the couch, though, since my arms loitered around h er waist. Giving her a gentle squeeze, I explained that I didn't want to give up my nice, cozy handwarmer yet. She reminded me that she had class in the morning . What followed was several minutes of two-way teasing, mostly regarding how I d idn't have class now but she did, and how she needed to practice driving so her current chauffeur can sleep in on days like tomorrow. Eventually I relented, and wistfully helped her up. We stood for a moment in the living room, the only light glowing from the televi sion. My sister threw her arms around my neck and gave me a deliciously minty go odnight kiss - which was exactly what I had intended to do to her, but was a mom ent too slow. When we broke the kiss, I understood exactly why she held me in a light, swaying hug instead of going to bed; I wanted to stay with her, too. She asked if I was also going to bed now. I replied with an affirmative murmur. I fe lt her tense a little and hug me tighter. She surprised me when she asked if we should sleep in my room or hers. I suggested that my bed was a little bigger, an d she nodded approval. She retrieved her pillows from her bed and put them beside mine. Now, I usually sleep in the nude, and I suspect my sister knew this. When she reluctantly began to remove her pajamas, I proposed that since it was a cold night, we might want to sleep in our nightclothes. She smiled, then laughed and agreed, thanking me for being so considerate. Once we were both under the covers, I was shivering, but not from the cold; my s ister's warmth in my bed, the scent of her shampoo, and the sounds of her light sighs and breathing were intoxicating. I felt her hand against my chest; it prob ed my body until it found my arm, then sliding down to my own hand, it intertwin ed our fingers. Moments passed. As I lay on my back, I felt my sister moving to get comfortable. Putting my arm under her, I pulled her close to me. Both of us now being warm and relaxed, we said our goodnights and I love yous again. This w ould be the first time she slept on my shoulder, though it wouldn't be the last. The following morning was certainly better than average; while I am not a mornin g person, waking up beside your lovely sister improves your mood considerably. It also is worth mentioning that tonight is the first night that we haven't got to bed together since then. My sister was a little disappointed when I said I wa nted to stay up and take care of a few things on the internet. She said that was okay, but that I should hurry up and come keep her warm. [u]Mon Dec 14[/u] Oral Hygiene Brother here. I have another update. Before that, however, I should mention that my sister and I have finished Chobits. She told me that she liked Chii and Sumomo, enjoyed wa tching Hideki and Chii fall in love, and thought the end was really sweet. She a lso said she wants Sumomo for a cellphone. When I asked if she wanted to watch a nother anime, she responded that she did. I asked her what kind of show she want ed to see next, and after offering her a few genre and style options, she settle d on an "adventure" featuring a "love story", and plot advancement may involve " a little violence, but not too much" and, if possible, "no big robots." I told h er I'd try to find something she'd like. Now, since I am a denizen of /a/, I have an idea of a series that more-or-less f its these criteria. However, since /a/ was helpful in the past in choosing an an ime my sister would enjoy, I will again put the question to the forum. What seri es should I show my sister to follow Chobits?

This update begins in the early morning on Sunday. As usual, my sister and I sha red my bed that night. I am eminently grateful for my sister's love, but with th e bitterly cold weather we've been experiencing I'm equally happy that she's wil ling to share body heat with me; we leave the thermostat in our home rather low. Of course, we've been sleeping in less clothing lately, as skin-on-skin is quit e a comfortable way of transferring heat: she wears panties and a tee-shirt whil e I wear boxers only. That morning, I awoke to unusual feelings; without opening my eyes or betraying that I was awake, I felt nimble fingers that had made thei r way past the elastic band in my boxers lightly probe my now-erect member. As h er fingers wrapped around me, I heard my sister, who evidently was lying beside me as she plied my manhood, inhale sharply. I love my sister very much, and I find her extremely attractive. That said, as s he experimentally began to move her hand along my shaft, my agitation concerning the end result of her actions - and the messy aftermath, both figuratively and literally - grew. When the tempo of her ministrations increased, I mumbled sligh tly and began moving as though I was just waking up. Immediately those delightfu l digits withdrew from my boxers, and rested for a moment on my stomach before s lowly sliding away. I opened my eyes to see my sister lying quietly beside me, h er eyes shut and her breathing measured. The scene was simply too cute for me to bear, and I kissed her lightly on her lips, nose, and forehead before heading o ff to the bathroom. As I prepared for the day, I questioned why I chose to "wake up" at that moment. Was my love for my sister completely non-sexual? Certainly not; she had feature d prominently in countless of my fantasies - fantasies from years past as well a s those crafted in the last few moments. I washed my face as I imagined the scen e of what might have happened if she had completed her task, and tried to shake any scurrilous images from my mind. Did I want her to continue despite her knowi ng I was conscious? Perhaps that was the reason, I thought. Our transition from mostly-innocent familial love to romantic partners had been somewhat abrupt; I w ondered if the turning point from a romantic to a sexual relationship would be s imilarly hasty. Upon reflection, though, I believe it was simply my attempt to p rotect my little sister - even if it meant protecting her from myself. I have be en in enough relationships to understand that purity, innocence, and chastity ar e not considered virtues, or even worthy of mention, in dating or romance. Never theless, the thought of sullying my sister - my dearly beloved younger sister, t he beautiful child my mother allowed me to hold in the hospital room all those y ears ago, the one girl in all the world whom I would always love and for whom I would live, kill, or die - of staining her body and soul, is what most likely ga ve me pause. Since then I have rethought this position. Later events that day would suggest t hat she was, indeed, curious about sex, and was interested in engaging in a sexu al relationship with me. It wasn't fair that I should place my sister on a pedes tal so tall that no one - not even myself - could reach her. I reminded myself t hat no matter what I felt for her, all that I would do would be for her happines s. I didn't mention my turmoil over her actions to my sister; she has enough to worry about without also carrying my concern for her future. Instead, after my s ister made breakfast for us, we spent the day shopping for Christmas presents. At the mall, my sister stopped and lingered as we were walking by a certain popu lar lingerie store. Taking my hand, she started to pull me toward the entrance. I told her that if she wanted to browse in there, fine, but I'd wait outside. Sh e sweetly insisted that I go in too; after all, she rationalized, I'm the one bu ying the presents. Reluctantly, I followed her into the store. My sister's energ y and laughter, which I had always thought of as a blessing, drew more attention to us in the store than I would have liked - though most likely no one really n oticed us. Any choice of undergarment or nightie my sister picked was immediatel

y presented to me, as though I was an expert on bras and panties. When I feigned disinterest in a particularly sexy set, she asked what was wrong with her choic e. I told her she should make her own decisions, and I'd buy whatever she liked as a gift. Pouting slightly, she drew close to me and lowered her voice. What we picked affected me as much as her, she reasoned in a whisper, since whatever li ngerie I picked would be the wrapping for my Christmas present. She smiled coyly and giggled as recognition dawned on my face; I was glad at that moment, there in a ladies undergarment store, that I was wearing boxers and baggy pants. In the end, she chose three sets: two for Christmas presents, and one that she p romised not to wear until Christmas. She also perused jewelry and accessories wh ile we were there, but she did not make any purchases. On the drive home I asked her if she was serious about what she'd mentioned in the store. She told me tha t she had given that a lot of thought, and she knew how much I loved her. She he ld my arm as she expressed that she loved me with all her heart, and though she knew it was corny, but she wanted our first time to be special. Momentarily spee chless, when I found my voice I told her I didn't think it was corny at all, and I reaffirmed that I did love her. I also added that she should never feel that she needed to do anything she didn't want to do. She said she knew I'd say that. She told me she wanted to do it. We had to wait for Christmas, though. [u]Mon Dec 21[/u] Oral Hygiene Brother here. Thank you for all the anime suggestions in my previous thread; the suggestions t hat came after I left the thread were not discounted. I also found the "impostor " accusations interesting; I wonder what it was that so set that update apart fr om previous ones. My sister did not like Jin-Roh. Her response to the ending was nonplussed apathy and surprise that the story was over so quickly. We followed that film with Spi rited Away, which she delcared average. We have started another long-running ser ies, however, and she seems interested thus far; it is also her first un-dubbed anime. I don't have an update to present tonight. Apart from our spending inordinate am ounts of time together, I have little to discuss about our relationship. As my s ister is now on winter break, I expect we will remain inextricable throughout th e following days. This is, for me, cause for vague unease; my sister now rarely wishes to visit with her friends, preferring to stay by my side. At first I foun d this behavior charming, but I worry that her remaining stint in high school wi ll be less than pleasant if she distances herself from her social group. of cour se, who she chooses to keep as company is her own choice; if I am to be her prin cipal companion, I truly hope to live up to her expectations. Not to be insensitive to those who would like to hear more about our personal ti me together, I will also mention that I have seriously considered opening my Chr istmas present early these past few nights. My sister insists on nestling her bo dy as closely against mine as possible when we sleep, and my hands seem to invar iably find their way to her breasts during this time. A few nights ago our petti ng became so heavy that she abruptly ended the session and scooted to the bathro om, saying that she had to pee. I found it particularly difficult to sleep for s ome time after she returned. [u]Fri Jan 1[/u] Do you know my name, /a/?

For reasons which will be made clear, I haven't visited /a/ for several days. I would like to provide an update for the story of my sister and myself, though I will admit that, while the story is somewhat lengthy, it has precious little to do with anime or manga. That said, /a/ is the medium of this story, and I would like to post it here regardless. May I continue with the update? Indeed. Very well. Much has happened, and I will report some of it. I should forewarn yo u: at this point it would be exceedingly difficult for me to provide updates wit hout sounding like a braggart. If you interpret these posts as vainglorious, you are not mistaken. My sister and I traveled to our grandparents house for Christmas. While I won't bore you with details about our personal Christmas holiday, I will mention that during dinner, my mother commented that she was glad my sister and I were gettin g along so well. My sister didn't hesitate to list my faults as evidence that ou r getting along wasn't easy for her, which demonstrates to me that she's become quite the actress. I suspect that her performances hardly matter, though, and th at we'll eventually give away the truth; it's not as though we can go back to th e way we were anymore. On Christmas night, I had sex with my sister. She had been a virgin, and neverth eless she gave herself to me. I am uncomfortable in sharing specific details of that night. While I know that /a/ would prefer that I write each titillating det ail of every sexual act, I find myself unwilling to delve into the coarse partic ulars. I will say that foremost on my mind was my desire for her feel everything that makes sexual intimacy worthwhile. I spent a great deal of time acquainting myself with her nude body, which I hadn't seen since she was six. She, likewise , was interested in assessing certain aspects of the male gender. I would estima te nearly an hour's worth of petting, kissing, reassuring, calming, curiosity sa tisfaction, tasting, and exploration took place before we even began our first s ession that night; in total, we were sexually intimate for roughly three consecu tive hours. She had asked that we make our first time together special; from wha t I have drawn from later conversations, I was able to adequately fulfill her wi sh. When I awoke the following morning, I kissed my sister awake and felt no shame o r regret. I asked her if she was sorry last night happened, and she informed tha t she was, insofar as she was sorry that we hadn't done it sooner. I told her I took her virginity. She seemed rather unimpressed with this feat. She expressed that, having heard horror stories first sexual encounters, she was glad it was m e. However, she did ask that I help her stand so she could go shower, since she was feeling rather sore. I apologized profusely, but she gently told me to forge t about it. We did not leave the house that day, and after we took our evening s howers and lay together in bed, she asked if I wanted to do it again. From this, I expect you will be able to surmise why I haven't been on /a/ these past few n ights; she takes precedence, and she always will. On that note, I'll add that we are careful to use protection, although we're exp eriencing some cognitive dissonance in that regard. My sister was, at first, qui te terrified of pregnancy in general and semen in particular. However, she has s ince expressed dissatisfaction with our consistent use of condoms, though she un derstands why we don't make love without them; I refuse to risk her future on an ything less effective. While I don't deny that fluid exchange with her piques mo re than my interest, the prospect of harming my sister through unexpected pregna ncy is an effective deterrent.

Since our first sexual encounter, we've become very open with each other about o ur bodies. While we've only showered together once so far, this is due to conven ience rather than modesty. For instance, New Year's Eve was the first night sinc e Christmas that we did not have "ess-e-eks", as my sister demurely refers to it . The reason for this was that our parents were sleeping one room away from us; for that matter, we weren't even supposed to be sleeping in the same room. Allow me to elucidate. In past years for our New Year's celebration, we returned home and watched the ball in Times Square drop with our parents. This year, how ever, my sister did not want to spend New Year's with our parents; instead, she wanted the two of us to be alone. As I've mentioned, her recent exclusion of any one but me from her daily life is worrisome. I insisted that we visit our parent s, about which she was not at all acquiescent. Eventually we compromised by aski ng our parents to come visit us - rather than us visiting them - which they agre ed to do. Of course, that meant that they would be spending the night at our hou se; much of our day prior to their arrival involved cleaning our home and settin g the scene, so to speak. It would not do for our parents to find my sister's be d neatly unused, for instance. Again, our personal New Year's celebration is not particularly pertinent to my s tory, though one event that night involving consumption of alcohol prior to the new year might have had significantly worse consequences had things transpired d ifferently. Since dinner, all of us had been sipping various mixed drinks I had been preparing. After her second rum-based drink, my sister was clearly feeling the effects of the alcohol, and our parents noticed. Crossly, my mother demanded that I quit giving liquor to my sister, and remarked that if I should be more c onscientious about things like this if she's to continue living with me. My sist er was quick to defend me, and thankfully the conversation remained good-natured , but I couldn't help but notice a vague tension in our words. My parents are unused to late-night frivolity; as the ball dropped, my sister an d I had to wake them. We celebrated the new year briefly, and as I watched vario us couples kiss in Times Square, my sister nestled close beside me, her eyes req uesting what I very much wanted to give her. I scanned the room, decided that I might get away with it, and pressed my lips to my sister's. Each passing moment we spent connected, our secret exposed to those most in a position to disapprove , seemed fatally long, though I'm sure our kiss lasted mere seconds. As the kiss broke we glanced around furtively, but both our parents continued to obliviousl y watch the TV or nap. We finished our sleeping arrangements and retired to separate rooms, which is no w quite unusual for both of us. In the morning, our parents thanked us for our h ospitality and we said our goodbyes. No sooner than our parents had left, my sis ter was naked in my arms. Afterward, she told me our New Year's kiss had made he r so hot she could barely sleep. She agreed that it was probably because we coul d so easily have been caught, and this concerned me. I realize now that telling my story to you, /a/, is more cathartic than I had thought. To be able to share a potentially devastating secret and be given encouragement for one's choices ar e both benefits which I can enjoy and my sister cannot. While I feel my sister n eeds a confidant with whom she could discuss aspects of our relationship, I don' t know how to approach this subject with her, nor what sort of solution I might propose. There is one last point I will mention in this overly long-winded update. Tonigh t, I gave her a present I had intended to give her on the first hour of the new year, though I should have given it to her at Christmas. We had been talking abo ut living together after she finishes high school, and I had asked her if she re ally wanted to stay with me, long-term. She had responded that she did, without question. Now, I cannot honestly say that I feel no remorse whatsoever over what

we've done; to be accurate, I feel I'm depriving my sister. If she stays with m e, she'll never be able to show our parents how she looks in a wedding gown. She won't be able to give our parents a grandchild. She'll never have the luxury of what society deems a normal relationship. So when she told me she wanted to sta y with me forever, I told her I felt the same way, and that I had something I wa nted to give her. I knew I was rushing into this commitment, and that it could n ever technically "count", but I knelt in front of her and offered her a platinum engagement band. As she stretched out her hand and asked me to put the ring on her finger, I thought about how that might be the first time I was happy to have made her cry; mainly, though, I thought about how that was a moment my little s ister deserved to have. [u]Wed Jan 13[/u] Oral Hygiene Brother here. I have an update for /a/, though I'm not sure it cont ains anything of merit. My sister and I finished Outlaw Star. She considers it top shelf anime, though s he was quite upset that Hilda didn't survive the early episodes. She also though t it was interesting watching the series in its original Japanese, which might o r might not have been said just to please me; she was acting too kittenish at th e time for me to hope to receive a straight answer. While I am reasonably sure s he possesses a moderate interest in anime, it seems she watches it mostly as an excuse for us to snuggle together on the sofa for long stretches at a time. My sister told me her friends suspect she's seeing someone. This is hardly surpr ising, considering how openly happy she is these days - just as I am. When I tri ed to offer suggestions about how to deal with the situation, my sister told me she was just letting me know, and that I didn't need to try to fix the problem. She said talking to me about it was all the help I needed to give her. On a simi lar note, I earlier acknowledged that it is entirely her decision if she chooses to wear our ring to school - which she does. I've talked to her about the possible negative results of spending time only wit h me, and she's taken that advice to heart; while she usually insists on rushing home and staying with me after school most days, she visited her friend's house for a few hours yesterday. Of course, our schedules aren't quite as optimal thi s winter, either, since I can't pick her up twice a week due to classes. Even so , most of our free time during the week is dedicated to activities we can enjoy together - whether it's skating, movies, anime, cooking, working on homework, sh opping, sledding, or, yes, brushing our teeth, we are genuinely happy with the o thers' company. I can't help mentioning that our nights together have been, and continue to be, exceedingly intense; our connection far exceeds any of my previous relationships . While I know that my sister is still young, I am certain that falling asleep i n her arms and waking up beside her for the rest of my days is a gift of which I am not worthy, though I desire it nonetheless. I treasure every morning kiss as we start our daily routines, just as I cherish every embrace as I drop her off and pick her up at school. I understand that time will not stand still for us, b ut no matter what the future holds, I'll stay with her, in whatever manner she w ishes. [u]Mon Mar 22[/u] Greetings from Oral Hygiene Brother, [a/. Seeing as I've not posted for some time, I expect few of you will remember me. N evertheless, as I currently have a bit more time than usual to gather my thought s, I would like to offer an update about myself and my sister. As always, the su bject matter of my updates is only parenthetically related to anime or manga; ho wever, as my story has been told only on this board, I would like to post here a

gain, if there are those who would care to listen present. May I continue with the update? Very well. A brief disclaimer before we begin: If you are expecting details of o ur sex life, I'm afraid I'll have to disappoint you; I am uncomfortable sharing our intimate moments, as I consider it a breach of my sister's trust. That said, much has happened since my last update, though I will focus this update on just two main points: A general update of our relationship and a situation my sister and I face. The 'honeymoon' period seems to have ended for us - and we still very much love each other. In fact, I find it difficult to separate the love I have for her as my sister from the love I have for her as my fiancee; while we technically have not yet exchanged vows or had a ceremony, we are for all intents and purposes a couple. My sister makes full use of this fact, particularly when there's somethi ng she wants or there are chores that need done: She knows it melts my heart whe n she tells me that we're a partnership, and that means I should help my wife cl ean up. Of course, there are advantages to this arrangement, as well - on the ma ny snow days we had this winter, my sister stayed home while I went to college, and the dinners she prepared while I was away were always particularly delicious . My sister is truly an amazing person. She never ceases to impress me with her va ried interests and intelligence - saying nothing of her beauty. We've begun jogg ing together, mostly for fitness but also so we can spend time together outside. On cold days or in the evenings, we often read together, as banal as that may s ound. Many of the texts my sister is assigned were the same texts I once read, a nd though both of us can read much faster alone, I find amusing my sister with s illy accents for characters and helping her understand the nuances of the texts makes the process infinitely more enjoyable as something we can do together. She also maintains an interest in anime. For instance, we watched both seasons of D arker than Black, which she thought were quite good. She was a bit confused duri ng the ear-cleaning scene in the detective episode, and when I explained the sit uation she immediately insisted that she clean my ears. Despite my implicit trus t in her, I must admit I felt a certain hesitancy in letting anyone but myself i nsert objects into my ears. Once she began, though, everything turned out quite well, and we added another hygiene-related activity to the list of ways we take care of each other. Despite her maturity and intelligence, my sister also knows all too well which b uttons to push to frustrate me. When bored with homework or tired in the morning and wishing for a snow day, she occasionally tells me that she just wants to qu it school and be my housewife - knowing full well that this is possibly the sing le most disastrous decision she could make. I'm certain she only says it these d ays to irk me, but I let it affect me nonetheless. She also seems to be quite in different to the dangers of an unplanned pregnancy - and since a certain decisio n we made not too long ago, these dangers are very real. She tells me that she w ants to start birth control, but she doesn't want our parents to suspect anythin g. I told her it's got to be her decision, but I'd rather she be safe and suspec ted than the alternative. We're still working on that decision. I mentioned we have a situation to consider. My sister has had several invitatio ns to the prom from various boys at her high school. She has turned them all dow n, and when asked for a reason she has said that she was going with someone else . That 'someone else' was always a 'someone' from another school that those boys don't know. When I asked if she really wanted to go, she told me that she did, and there was only one person she wanted to go with her. I was, of course, flatt ered and more than happy to go to the dance with her until she revealed that whi le I could always go as her brother, she preferred that I go as her date. Now, I

admit that we've both been rather remiss in our attempts to hide the romantic s ide of our relationship, but I worried that attending her prom night together and participating in the slow dances in particular - might reveal a little more publicly than is strictly safe. She accurately pointed out that 99% of the peopl e at the dance wouldn't recognize me, but I was concerned about that one percent : I've met three of her friends and talked at length with two of them, notwithst anding the teachers at the school who may remember me; if we appeared overly aff ectionate, those that know we're related could cause us trouble. I reiterated th at I probably should be introduced as her brother rather than her boyfriend, whi ch made her genuinely upset. In the end, I relented, and we're planning to have me sign in with my name, but once we're inside, I'm her college boyfriend she me t on the Internet. To be honest, I'm as excited as I am apprehensive; my sister and I hold hands an d kiss when we're generally alone in public, but that's quite a different situat ion to embracing her on her high school dance floor, surrounded by her classmate s. We're both taking frequent discovery risks, and I suspect these are not due t o carelessness but rather a desire for confirmation. That is, I would very much like to introduce her to acquaintances as my wife, but that inability is a frust ration that I'm willing to bear for the sake of both our futures. Likewise, my s ister agrees that we two should not go public or be martyrs for a cause, despite how strongly we feel about each other and the general injustice that keeps our relationship hidden. Despite this, however, we're considering telling our parent s the truth after she finishes college, assuming she still wants to stay togethe r after that time (she informs me that she'll stay with me forever, I can't get rid of her that easy, and I shouldn't question her decisions just because she's younger than I am) and they haven't found out by then. Of course, as that time g rows closer we may change the plan as needed. Oh, and one last largely unrelated point: Thanks in no small part to my tutelage and consequent risk of life and limb, my sister is now in possession of a valid driver's license. I'm very proud of her. Our parents have generously offered ha lf the cost on a (reasonably priced) vehicle of her choice, and I'll help her as well. She's been somewhat lax in choosing a car, though; she's openly admitted she prefers having a chauffeur. [quote=Oral Hygiene Bro]Ah, my apologies about that. While our valentine's day w as special for both of us, work and school proved a bit too overwhelming for me to update you properly. That, and I would rather not mention our more intimate moments. She is in High School, and I am preparing to finish graduate school. Yes, that is possible. It's also the reason we're planning to wait until she's f inished her education: the backlash, should they strongly disapprove, would be e asier to cope with once we both have our degrees. But we do love our parents. I'm not sure they'll be able to accept our decisions , but we like to think they might. To be honest, I suspect the tooth brushing was merely the catalyst for these eve nts; we've both confessed to having an attraction to the other prior to that sin gle night. That said, I most certainly never expected this, and might well have never pursued anything more than the simple arrangements already in place had it not been for [a/'s suggestion. I reiterate my thanks to you. No. My sister and I both agreed that shame has no place in what we feel for each other. We won't be made to feel guilty for our happiness.

I will say that - due to my sister's choices - we had a minor pregnancy scare af ter Valentine's Day. I admit my own fault in the situation as well, but I'd rath er not discuss the details. I seriously doubt my father would kill me for what I've done. While our parents are not the most liberal people on the planet, they can be surprisingly understa nding when it comes to my and my sister's decisions. That said, we're still not sure we'll actually tell them. We're just considering it. This is possible, but my sister feels very strongly about us attending. As I men tioned, it's unlikely that very many people will know me, but those that we're m ost likely to meet and talk to are the ones who will recognize me. We'll just ne ed to play it by ear. While I'm not advocating my relationship with my sister for anyone else, I do ad vocate finding someone you truly love with whom you can spend your days; for me, I find my happiness with my sister - and she finds hers with me. While I am aware that incest is legal in several European nations - France and N etherlands, off the top of my head - I doubt it is legal where I live.[/quote] [u]Wed Mar 24[/u] Oral Hygiene Brother here. That is, the genuine Oral Hygiene Brother. I have nothing to report since the Monday update, but I am somewhat grieved to s ee that yesterday evening I had an imitator post under my name and declare all t he updates about myself and my sister up to this point a social experiment. Whil e such slander over an anonymous medium should not upset me - despite the fact t hat said anonymous medium is being used to convey some of the more profound secr ets of my life - it nonetheless was a shock to me to see the name Oral Hygiene B rother reviled as a liar and a charlatan. If you wish to believe that my tale is a work of falsehood, then by all means do so; however, I ask that you separate my words from those of the crude facsimile posted yesterday, as they are certain ly not one and the same. To explain my inactivity prior to this week: I admit I have been remiss in my up dates, but between my work, my classes, and - most importantly - the time I spen d with my sister, I simply did not find the time nor inclination to visit [a/ or type updates. As for yesterday's imitator, I must say I was disappointed to see such a deception. Nevertheless, it is now apparent that the tripcode I have tak en for this post is an unfortunate necessity to prevent similar deceit in the fu ture. My apologies for the lack of anime or manga related content in this post; in my defense, I might accurately say that I was frustrated. [quote=Oral Hygiene Bro]Quite well. This week - my spring break - was a much-nee ded respite. We didn't do any traveling - my sister did not have this week off and instead opted to travel during summer break. While your situation sounds vaguely similar to ours circa one year ago, I comple tely agree that the most important thing to consider for yourself and your siste r is what will make you both happy. True, my sister and I are quite glad that ev ents unfolded as they did, but extenuating circumstances made our current relati onship possible; we were sharing our living space, just the two of us, and prior to the events about which I've written there evidently had been some latent att raction. That said, I'm quite certain that were it not for 4chan I would not hav e found the nerve to reveal my feelings to my sister, and I absolutely do not re

gret my decision to do so. I suppose the one thing I should try to impart to you is that I feel extremely l ucky in several respects: Our relationship hasn't adversely affected our family or our lives, and I suspect that this is very rare. Our happiness is our own, an d even now is a source of daily joy for both of us. Many, many people are less t han successful in finding a romantic partner with whom they can live; I have one with whom I can spend vast amounts of free time, every day, and never find thos e interactions mundane. That, among other reasons, is why I can say, with heartf elt candor, that I love my sister. If you choose to undertake anything more than a close sibling bond with your sis ter, know that for (nearly) everything I have done, I have thought of my sister' s happiness and future first. Please be cautious of your own feelings as well as hers, and remember that a sibling relationship means a best friend for life, re gardless of the level of physical intimacy you choose. I would encourage you to consider the difficulties our relationship may face were we discovered, as well as the limitations engaging in a clandestine relationship involve. Oh, and I'd rather not make a blogspot. The archives here are quite a large enou gh Internet footprint for me.[/quote] [u]Fri May 28[/u] Greetings from He-who-fails-to-attend-most-of-the-end-of-the-year-social-eventsand-those-that-he-does-attend-he-br ings-his-sister-with-him, as I'm most likely known by my classmates at this poin t. Being blissfully satisfied with life in general has certain disadvantages: for e xample, I've developed the habit of neglecting social outlets that aren't my sis ter, or at least don't directly involve her in some way. This is my rather feebl e excuse as to why I failed to update last weekend as promised. To be fair, I ha ve been rather busy, thus: Last Friday, as per one of my responsibilities as a TA, I organized and hosted a class outing. With a limited budget, I was to provide transportation, entertain ment, and food for roughly one hundred people. While the logistics of this endea vor proved quite manageable, the setting up, tearing down, and general preparati on for the event required substantial delegation. Unsurprisingly, my sister was willing to assist me. Between the two of us (and a few classmates who effectivel y served as underlings) we threw a memorable party. After we returned home from the event, both of us were tired but content; to get to the point, as my sister and I celebrated in private, my promise to provide an update for /a/ was long fo rgotten, and we spent the remainder of the weekend singly working on projects or shopping, cleaning, and playing together. I suppose I should specify that when I say "playing" together, this includes bot h traditional and sexual implications; if /a/nonymous was concerned that we'd en ded the more intimate elements of our relationship then you needn't worry, as th at couldn't be further from the truth. In fact, roughly two months ago (has it b een so long?) my sister and I visited our family physician for the purpose of ob taining birth control pills, which she has been taking regularly ever since. The excuse that she gave our parents was that she needed a more regular period and that she'd heard birth control can reduce cramps. While the former wasn't partic ularly an issue, the latter was certainly true: more than once I've sat with my sister and brought her water and heated pads as she cried in pain due to crampin g. At the time, we weren't quite as suspect as we are now, so the only questioni ng I'd received about her choice to go on birth control was from my mother, who wanted to know if my sister had been bringing boyfriends over to our apartment.

I truthfully answered that she hadn't brought anyone over, and that I was reason ably sure she wasn't seeing anyone from school. The real reason for her use of birth control should be obvious to /a/, but allow me to expand on the topic: You may remember that initially, my sister and I wer e extremely conscientious with condom use, as she found semen to be, in her word s, scary. However, she has since discarded this aversion, which lead to pregnanc y worries shortly after Valentine's Day. We spoke at length about the possible c onsequences of our lack of caution, and she made it very clear to me that she wo uld not consider abortion if she became pregnant. While our family is not religi ous, she was nonetheless firm in her convictions, and I supported her choice; I reminded her again that I love her very much, and that Canada would probably be nice this time of year if our secret was revealed. Thankfully, we didn't have a problem, but she decided that she wanted to go on birth control to prevent any f uture worries. I mentioned that I went with my sister - at her request - when she visited our p hysician in order to get a prescription. I thought I would simply be accompanyin g her as far as the waiting room, but when the nurse called for her I found myse lf dragged by the hand to the examination room as well. My sister told me she fe lt much better with me there with her, and those words were enough to assuage my embarrassment. I was nonetheless eventually asked to leave by the doctor, as sh e suggested that my sister receive a pelvic exam, but until then I stayed with h er - as a caring older brother, as far as anyone was concerned. On a side note, since my sister is still quite young, we've been monitoring her health since she began taking the pills. Fortunately, the only side effects that she has noticed thus far are occasional nausea and sore breasts. Seeing as my he sand-like The longer I I should try ng. update has already grown rather long, perhaps I'll end here, with t promise that I'll provide another update in a more timely fashion. go between updates, the fewer specifics I can remember, so perhaps to adopt a policy of shorter but more timely updates, time permitti

[quote=Oral Hygiene Bro]I must admit, there's a tinge of exaggerated self-opinio n laced in this update. I'm sorry - I couldn't keep it out. That said, I'm hones tly feeling as though were things to stay the same from now until, well, forever , I would be perfectly content. Yes, we do, rarely, brush each other's teeth these days. For the most part, thou gh, we're confident enough in our oral hygiene to tackle the problem on our own most days. While it's true that pills can have harmful side effects, we need them for a pur pose other than her cramps. Ahem. [/quote] [u]Thu Jun 3[/u] Hello, /a/. Tonight's update involves a curious case of life imitating art. My apologies in advance, but this update will be somewhat more brief than previous installments. I love my younger sister, and I make an effort to tell her this often. While I t hought I was generally familiar with her day-to-day mannerisms prior to the even ts of my tale, I've found that since we began living together, I've learned a gr eat deal more about her personality. That said, she nevertheless surprises me, o n occasion, with her quirks and charm. This week provided one such surprise. The area where we live was recently hit by a wave of thunderstorms. As the end of m y graduate student career is now less than a week away, I was working hard on fi nal projects when an impressive lightning storm began. I found the rolling claps

of thunder and groans of the building as it was buffeted by wind and rain almos t soothing, but it wasn't long before I noticed that my sister, who had already seemed a bit agitated, was sitting on the nearby couch and doing nothing else. I asked if she was alright, and she nodded quickly in superficial agreement. Howe ver, upon the next crash of thunder, she let out a short cry and, laying down qu ickly, tried to retreat into the cushions of the sofa. When I realized what she was doing, I laughed and announced that I didn't know she was afraid of thunder. She replied that this storm was big, and she never liked thunder anyway. I hone stly assumed she was joking, so I continued to work on my project. My attention continually wandered, though, as my sister would cry out plaintively after each major thunderstrike. After several of such cries, I abandoned the project and sa t down beside her, intending to tease her a bit, when I felt her body shaking; s he had honestly been afraid, and I hadn't noticed. I held her tightly and apologized for thinking her fear an act. Upset, she said she wouldn't joke about something like this. I promised that I wouldn't doubt he r again, and that I would stay with her until the storm passed. Turning out the lights, we sat together and listened to the tempest outside. I could feel her te nsion ease as we held each other in the cool darkness, and it wasn't long before her trembling ceased. While she continued to jump at major strikes, our embrace seemed to calm her anxiety, and eventually she fully relaxed and began to retur n my idle caresses. As the storm abated, I became aware that my sister had falle n asleep in my arms. Our sofa isn't exactly the most comfortable sleeping surfac e, so I carried her to our bedroom and, after briefly considering getting my sho wer, opted instead to join her under the sheets. As we normally shower in the evening, this lead to a somewhat shakier start to t he following day, but through my sister's suggestion that we shower together tha t morning, we both managed to get ready on time for classes. While I'm keenly aw are that showering with my sister usually results in an overall increase, rather than decrease, in time spent in the shower between us, we hurriedly prepared fo r our day and finished in what is quite possibly record time for a both-at-once shower. And that concludes this update. I hadn't expected my sister to have such a stere otypical phobia; while she's certainly never been fond of storms, she also has n ever acted quite so timid as she did this week. One thing is certain, though: I will be much slower to doubt her words in the future. [quote=Oral Hygiene Bro]Well, I would, but that's the extent of what I've prepar ed for tonight. Next week finished f course, e to bore my sister will finish her high school classes for the year and I'll be with my studies, so I could always devote more time to writing then. O that presupposes I have something entertaining to write about; I'd hat those few /a/nonymous who still remember me.

I suppose it was something of an abandonment; if it's any consolation, several o f my real life acquaintances feel the same way. I spend a great deal more time w ith my sister than others these days. I suppose that's one possibility. It's served more to remind me that I should be more mindful of when she's being serious; something that I've perhaps forgotten along the way. It was actually quite a lot of (somewhat expensive) fun. We danced, I met some o f her friends, and we took lots of pictures. Only two of her friends knew I was her brother, and we didn't play up that relationship. Thankfully, I look young e nough to pass for someone who might legitimately date a high school girl. In fac t, I was surprised at the number of somewhat older partners some of the high sch

oolers brought. It's not that I'm ashamed of /a/; after all, Mr. Burns occasionally reminds us t hat we shouldn't forget that we're here forever. Rather, I don't have the time t o do so; between work, school, and spending time with the one I love, I really d on't feel the need to check /a/ as often. Ah, that. We haven't set a date yet. We're going to wait until my sister finishe s her bachelor's degree, at least, before we do anything particularly outrageous - like informing our parents of our relationship, for example. Perhaps we'll ha ve a private ceremony of sorts then. While I am absolutely certain that this is what I want for the rest of my life, I still worry that my sister is somehow mis sing a part of life that she shouldn't. If she'll still have me once she graduat es, I'll let you know the date of our celebrations. Well - we've been living together since before I first posted, in fact. And yes, at Christmas she accepted my ring, and occasionally refers to herself a s my little housewife, which I find very endearing. I've very much like to s for her wedding day, pon by the law. I fear e that she'll be happy give my sister the grandiose gala celebration she deserve but I'm reasonably certain that such a union is frowned u I can never give her a proper wedding, but she has told m with something private.

Sorry you feel that way. In part, I agree with you: I'd very much prefer to rema in anonymous, but I'd also just as soon waylay any attempts at imitation, which is why I begrudgingly carry a tripcode. Thank you. I'll make an effort to provide short updates in a slightly more timel y manner than once every two months or so.[/quote] [u]Sun Jun 13[/u] Oral Hygiene Brother here. I have an update for those of you who are curious about how our parents are deal ing with what I suspect is a wariness about exactly what sort of relationship my sister and I have. It's not what I would call good news. Tonight's update comes not from a graduate student, but a student who has gradua ted. Yesterday's ceremonies marked the end of two years of scholarly endeavors a nd the beginning of my career as a professor. A bit about yesterday: I was compl etely at ease amid the congratulations, farewells, and wishes for a bright futur e by my classmates because I have already been promised an entry-level teaching position at my university. While it was certainly an emotional time for many of us, as our class has been closely acquainted with one another for two years but will now disperse, my future is here, and I plan to take care of her for as long as I can. Speaking of my sister, she told me she was very proud of me, claiming that I'm the smartest person she knows. As I walked across the stage during the commencement, I heard my sister calling my name and cheering, and her cries of encouragement were far more heartwarming to me than the applause of my classmate s. After the ceremony, my family celebrated my special day at my sister and my a partment, and after my parents left my sister and I shared a memorable evening t ogether. My apologies for that tangent; this was an momentous occasion for me, and I want ed to discuss a positive event before tackling the negative. Our parents want my sister to move back home with them. Since I will soon be working full-time, the y're concerned that I can't take care of a high school girl and keep my job, as

the two would prove to be too much responsibility, and they ignore the fact that , for all appearances, I've been a devoted and effective guardian thus far. They haven't asked me about how I feel yet, of course. Instead, they've spoken only with my sister, and have been badgering her for several days now to return home. For me, the thought of being separated from my sister is neigh unthinkable at t his point, and my sister is equally unhappy at the prospect of living apart. She has tried several ploys to convince our parents that living with me remains the best choice, but they're apparently insistent that she move back before the end of the summer, which has my sister distraught and myself worried. With my siste r still a year away from graduation, our parents are in a position to make our l ives very difficult. As I've mentioned in the past, we are not a religious famil y, but our parents have rather strict and conservative values, and it is doubtfu l that they would accept our deeper-than-sibling connection now. Our current plan is to speak to them individually (as, if we present our argumen t together, they will almost certainly suspect our ulterior motive in living tog ether) and inform them that my sister is a great help at the apartment and witho ut her my housework wouldn't get done and my living conditions would deteriorate rapidly. We'll also mention the trouble of moving all of my sister's things bac k home, the difficulty of her needing to drive herself to school (and the expens e of purchasing a car for her, as she does not yet have one), and any other excu ses we can produce. If these fail, will simply need to explain in no uncertain t erms that she does not wish to return to our parents house, I do not wish her to leave, and we have no intention of submitting to their demands. My sister and I considered living apart for a year while she finishes high school, and we both agreed that such an arrangement was impossible. We are not so concerned with the loss of opportunity for physical intimacy as we are with the emotional deprivat ion that would result from living apart. That said, our last option, and one tha t we both agree is less than ideal, is to acquiesce to our parents demands and t hen simply have most of my sister's belongings stay at our parents while she "vi sits" me often enough that she's effectively still living here. While I am apprehensive about this situation, I am reasonably confident that we will overcome this obstacle together. Despite how I have perhaps portrayed them, our parents love us both, and truly are only trying to do what's best for us, a s misguided as they may be. Because of this, my sister and I aren't going to str ess about what may or may not happen. We'll work it out. As always, I will report any changes in our circumstances in a more-or-less time ly manner, provided interest in our lives remains. [quote=Oral Hygiene Bro]Certainly. Again, I want to emphasize that we expect a p ositive resolution, and we'll seek it this week - most likely as soon as tomorro w. Nonetheless, we're proceeding with caution. We've had a few days to discuss our options. I don't presume to make decisions f or my sister; we are partners, and she has as much say in our relationship as I do. She was very clear that she didn't want us to separate, and I feel the same way. I know this has the potential to end badly, but I nonetheless believe we wo n't encounter the worst case scenario. Of course, that doesn't mean we're not planning on such an eventuality. It's jus t that we don't want to elope and leave our parents (and, now, my job) behind. Eventual outcome? Well, since you asked: A contented, if somewhat more turbulent , married life. You make a valid arguments for ending our relationship, and I would like to cons ider myself a reasonable person. That said, you're asking me to end the single h appiest relationship of my life with the one girl whom I can say without reserva

tion is the only woman I'll ever love. I can't break it off. Besides that, the p ain and unhappiness I'd cause my sister would be more than I could bear. Yes, I'm older. Yes, we're blood related. We're not considering children until my sister has graduated from college, but since you asked, my sister has expressed vague interest in risking the genetic lottery. For my part, I find the idea attractive but inherently problematic. The short answer is, we'll wait and see. We've discussed the possibility of her moving back for a year, and we may opt fo r that as a last resort. Again, we'll work it out, one way or the other. Ah, we don't brush each others' teeth regularly, but if we've showered together, we occasionally brush together as well.[/quote] [u]Mon Jun 21[/u] Greetings, /a/. I have an update to the issue I mentioned last time concerning my sister's and m y parent's demands that she stop living with me and return home. While we did no t procure an ideal resolution during negotiations, we have plans to improve the situation. Before I begin, allow me to extend a heartfelt thank you to those of you who pos ted your kind words in my previous threads after I have left. I do, or rather di d, occasionally check the archive (which is no longer functioning) and I appreci ate your support. Now, on with the update: Earlier this week my sister spoke to our mother over the phone about her desire to continue living at our apartment. Despite raised voices and complete exaspera tion with our mother, my sister wasn't able to convince our parents that she sho uld stay with me, so she handed the phone off to me and demanded that I talk som e sense into our mom. Taking the phone and using my calmest and most rational vo ice, I explained that having my sister at my apartment was convenient for both o f us, as she takes care of a lot of the household chores and has become an excel lent chef as well. I emphasized that she is never a bother, and has matured cons iderably living here. I also mentioned that my sister is much closer to school l iving at the apartment, and her grades and scholastic attitude reflect an overal l improvement since she began living with me. I also claimed that having her aro und kept me focused on my studies and work, and her company here is most welcome . After listening to, and utterly disregarding, my argument, my mother told me tha t having my sister there was hindering my (future) job performance and preventin g me from finding a steady girlfriend. She claimed that my sister shouldn't be h elping me with cleaning up because that was the job for a girlfriend. She also s aid that my sister can do those things for her boyfriend, once she gets one, and that my taking her to the prom stunted her social life. She insisted that my si ster living with me was a mistake because it's clearly bad for both of us - neve rminding the fact that, falling in love aside, we've both become happier and mor e productive since my sister moved in. My mother's claim that our living togethe r was a mistake strengthened my belief that she either knows or suspects that my sister and I are lovers as well as siblings, and that she is using my new job a s an excuse to separate us. Eventually I superficially agreed to my mother's dem and, under the stipulation that my sister be allowed to stay with me during the summer, as she prefers living in our apartment to her old room. That said, our plan, such that it is, is to tell our parents that my sister will

be moving back "any day now" and that she'll be packed and ready "next week" wh enever they ask about her return. Of course, the following week will yield the s ame answer to any inquiries: she'll be ready "next week. Through civil disobedie nce and conflict avoidance, we can, based on past experience, keep our parents p lacated without actually doing what they wish. While my sister was hesitant at f irst to even consider a plan that might involve her going back, I explained that if, through some fanatic devotion to fulfilling her scheme, my mother moves my sister's belongings back home, I promised that I would buy her a car and that sh e could simply visit me and stay overnight often enough that she effectively was still living with me. This seems to be a solution that keeps everyone happy and doesn't require my sister and I to be separated from each other, which at this point would be incredibly painful for both of us. I don't want this update to dwell only on negative issues, so on a lighter note, I have recently beheld, for the first time since we became intimate, my sister in a two-piece bathing suit. Lately, we've been swimming together often, and in retrospect I have no idea why I didn't appreciate how lovely my sister is in swi mwear until now. That said, swimming with her can be rather dangerous, as we hav e a difficult time keeping our hands off one another in the pool. While we've re strained ourselves thus far to mostly innocuous touches and light petting, I hav e no doubt that if the opportunity arises, i.e., we get some alone time in the p ool, that we'll do quite a bit more; my sister has expressed keen interest in sk inny-dipping together. I would venture a guess that our indiscretions - whether it be our antics in the pool, our holding hands in public, our kissing hello and goodbye, or just the silly smiles we wear around each other - are partly respon sible for the problems I mentioned earlier in this update. However, knowing thes e actions are a problem and actually not doing them are two quite separate conce pts for me. [quote=Oral Hygiene Bro]Occasionally. Perhaps rarely would be more accurate, but we do still indulge in two-player toothbrushing; weekends or evenings when we h ave time to spare are most likely to see the old habits in action. If you had asked me last year at this time whether I thought of my sister with s exual attraction, I might have said something similar. Odd, isn't it, how one's perceptions can change relatively quickly. Even if we're separated, I'd like to believe that our relationship will endure. In the worst case scenario we'd be apart for a year, and I would wait ten times that long for my sister if it meant her happiness. Thank you for your support. It takes a considerable amount of aggravation to rile me (unless my sister shing the correct buttons), and I've long since learned that an aggressive ude gets you nowhere with our mom. I don't mean to sound manipulative, but nk between the two of us, we've got a good plan to keep our parents safely e sidelines of our lives. is pu attit I thi on th

I spent more time with my sister, as she had begun living with me, and throughou t last year the latent attraction between the two of us grew. We may not have ac ted on it but for /a/'s recommendation to brush my sister's teeth: hence my trip code, though looking back I think perhaps we were headed that way regardless. We are out of the house, but our parents, and our mother in particular, is loath e to relinquish command when there's yet an opportunity for her to call the shot s. While long-term plans involve moving away, I'll be in the area for three years, per my contract with the university. My sister can live with me while attending the university at which I teach, and after three years, should we need to do so,

we can move to another university town. I've just finished graduate school. My father seems to be someone ambivalent about my sister moving back home. He ag rees with my mother, but only insofar as he wants to give the appearance of pare ntal solidarity. When I spoke to him about the reasons for my sister living with me he seemed satisfied with my argument. That is one solution. Another would be to spend the extra money and get her a do rm on campus. Technically as a freshman and sophomore she is required to live in the dorms anyway; I avoided this requirement by living with my parents, who wer e within commuting distance, for the first two years. She could always use the d orm room as a safehouse of sorts but still live with me. I will stay with my sister for as long as she'll have me. I have mentioned this before, but I'm certain that she's the only woman I'll ever love. You are, sadly, quite right. However, we've become so accustomed to blithely sho wing a higher degree of affection that siblings strictly should in public that i t's second nature now. We really should curb that, but it's more difficult said than done.[/quote]