My Sheep Girl: Part 3.

Sorting things out with my parents.

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Now that morning had arrived, it was finally time to learn who this unknown blonde goddess really was.

The early morning sun shone in through the many cracks and holes in the weathered planks that made up the roof and siding of the dusty old barn, bathing everything inside in a dim, yellowish light. The girl was still sleeping peacefully, with her head on my shoulder and her arm draped around my chest, her breathing regular and deep and slow. Because of how she was lying, I still couldn’t see much of her face, and what I could see was largely obscured by the curly wisps of blonde hair.

It was still very early in the morning, and the world was still quiet and asleep. I lay awake in the hay for some time, listening to her breathe and enjoy the feeling of her warm, naked body against mine. As I studied the girl’s features, I realized she was not a lamb anymore. The thick woolen sweater lay discarded in the hay behind her, and of course she’d already given me her sheep’s tail after our first meeting. During the night, her headband with the lamb ears had come off, and even the black make-up had rubbed off her nose and upper lip. Like in the legend, my true love had transformed from a sheep back into a real girl.

The horse blanket lay loosely draped over our bodies, hiding her from my sight. Though I didn’t want to wake her up, I couldn’t resist taking a little peek underneath the blanket. I carefully lifted our covering and got my first view of her gorgeous young body. I wasn’t disappointed. She had the physique of a swimmer, or maybe a distance-runner. Lean, toned and extremely well proportioned. She had a small but curvy bottom with a cute pair of dimples at the base of her spine and a slim waist that gave her a pleasing hour-glass figure. I could see only part of her breasts, but I liked what I saw. The apple-sized breasts were nothing short of perfection, as I had always known they would be. They were pale, with small reddish-pink nipples that pointed slightly upward and just begged to be kissed and nibbled on

I vividly remembered how soft the smooth skin of her creamy globes had felt underneath my hands and the way her little nipples had stiffened between my lips. My cock also remembered, and was growing once again. My balls had replenished their supply of cum and my body was getting ready to have sex with the girl once more.

But, as much as I wanted to crawl between those well-toned legs and renew a few of last night’s memories, I simply couldn’t do it; my love was sleeping too lovely. I consoled myself with the knowledge that I would have all day and maybe the rest of my life to kiss and admire her. I draped the blanket back over her shoulders and gave her a kiss on her head.

With every minute that I lay there, the need to know who the girl in my arms was became stronger. I didn’t mind having to wait until she woke up to hear my love’s name, but I could not stand another moment without knowing what her face looked like. I carefully lifted her arm off my chest and wiped the curly strands from her face. The girl mumbled softly in her sleep and tilted her head a little back in reaction to my soft touch. As I lay eyes on the girl’s angelic face, my feeling of happiness turned into sheer terror. The nameless goddess I had met and made passionate love with in the dark, the girl I assumed to be my one true love, was none other than my own little sister Lizzy.

I had committed incest with my little sister! And what was perhaps even worse, I had enjoyed it immensely.

It was unreal. I didn’t even know my younger sister was going to take part in sheep-shaggin’ this year. Sure, Lizzy was old enough, but she never seemed to show any interest in boys. She always seemed to enjoy spending her evenings at home and reading her books better than going out and meet people. Every once in a while, her friends pressured her into going on a date with someone, but those dates never progressed into something more, and as far as I knew, she was still a virgin. Until tonight, that is.

Silently I cursed my luck. Not merely because I had shagged a sheep that turned out to be my sister, but mostly because I knew I had hopelessly fallen in love with her. Even now, I longed to kiss her again, to show her my love and feel loved in return. I was being tormented by the conflicting feelings inside me. Never had I met someone that made me feel like I did when I first kissed Lizzy, and never had I enjoyed making love with someone half as much as with my little sister. Sex with her was not merely physical; we had connected in a way I had never known before. Making Lizzy happy and giving her pleasure was the best feeling I ever had, better even that the carnal sensation of making love with her.

Yet, she was my little sister, and that made everything I wanted impossible. The things we had done when we were strangers in the dark were bad enough, willfully doing it with my sister would be; immoral.

Lizzy was still sleeping peacefully, unaware of the unspeakable things we had done during the night. Looking at her, it wasn’t difficult to see why I had not recognized my sister in the darkness. She had left her thick-rimmed glasses at home, bleached her hair and used mom's curling iron to give her a perm like a sheep's coat. I had to admit, the result was absolutely stunning. Gone was the little bookworm and in her place was now a sexy blonde knockout, delicately beautiful, but with a killer body. Nevertheless, though Lizzy may have looked like a completely different girl, I had to accept that she still was, and always would be, my little sister. Nothing could ever change that.

I managed to disentangle myself from my sister’s limbs without waking her and crawled out of the haystack. The only way to protect Lizzy from this humiliation and possible mental trauma was to get as far away from here as possible, before she woke up. Until now, the darkness and her farsightedness had kept my identity concealed from her, but I knew my anonymity wouldn’t last another minute once she woke up, even in the early morning light. I carefully gathered all my belongings, and made sure I hadn’t left anything that might implicate me. I had to go. Now. Really.

Casting one long, last glance at Lizzy, I realized that I was about to leave behind the girl that was everything I could ever want in a woman. She was stunningly beautiful, with a body that was made to worship, but at the same time she was funny and smart and had the most caring personality; sweet, pure and innocent.

Walking away from her was perhaps the hardest thing I ever had to do. I gave my love a farewell kiss on the lips and inhaled her scent for a last time. She mumbled softly in her sleep as I kissed her, but luckily, she didn't fully wake up. Knowing I had pushed my luck as far as possible, I picked up my gear and tiptoed out of the barn.

I didn’t feel like going home, there was still too much going on in my head. For the next hour or so I roamed the coastline, climbing over the rocks and crossing the beaches as I tried to clear my head. It was to no avail. I was still troubled and confused when I snuck into the home.

It was still early in the morning, and I could really use another couple of hours rest, but I was not ready to go back to bed. I took a can of beer from the fridge and sat down at the kitchen table. Last night had been both the best and worst night of my life. I had fallen in love with a girl, only to learn I could never be with her. There were literally thousands of girls on this island, and yet, the only one I wanted was my own little sister.

Then, as I opened a second can, my thoughts drifted to Amanda. I had all but forgotten about my cheating slut of an ex-girlfriend. I opened my wallet and took out her photo, the photo that had always been with me for the last three years, and I tore it in half. Next I tore up the halves and then again and again, until her picture was reduced to hundreds of tiny pieces, nothing but a heap of confetti. Feeling a little better, I put my wallet back in my pocket.

Besides my wallet, there was another object in my pocket. It was a woolly tail, the sheep’s tail Lizzy had worn under her skirt and given to me after our first meeting. I pulled the keepsake out of my pocked and let the soft fur run through my fingers while I recalled some of last night’s events. Thinking of her was mental torture, but I couldn’t stop myself. Every time I closed my eye, I saw Lizzy’s beautifully sculpted body and I remembered the touch and taste of her skin. Most of all, I remembered the way she had kissed me, hungrily and sincerely, and with a promise of more to come. There wasn't anything about her I didn't like, and there were so many things left to explore. If only...

I walked back to the fridge and looked inside. There was a whole six-pack waiting for me. I decided it'd be better that, instead of taking a third can of beer, I'd go upstairs and take a cold shower. Getting drunk now would be stupid and dangerous.

A little later I lay down on my bed and waited for sleep to come. The shower hadn’t done a thing to calm me down, and the alcohol hadn’t helped either. Finally, after a lot of tossing and turning, sleep came. Not much later I was roused again by the smell of bacon and coffee.

“Good morning Jethro” mom greeted me as I stumbled into the kitchen. She pulled back a chair for me and put down a plate with toast, scrambled eggs and bacon in front of me. “Dig in”

“Thanks” I groaned groggily.

She sat down opposite of me and slowly sipped from her mug of tea. I knew there was something on her mind, but she was unsure how to bring it up. “So, err; You left a bit of a mess last night” she said after a while.

“I'm sorry. I know you don't like me drinking, but I'm old enough and I’ll pay for it if you want.”

“You don’t have to pay for anything. And that’s not what I meant anyway. I was talking about the photo.”

I looked up. “Photo?”

“That picture of Amanda, torn into tiny pieces. I guess last night didn't go too well?”

“No. Not at all. I've had it with her.”

“You're breaking up with her?”

“Yes”

“Oh, my; What happened?”

“I don't want to talk about it” I said, knowing full well mom wouldn't back off until I had told her the whole story. She had the tenacity of an inquisitor.

“I'm sorry Jethro. Are you gonna be okay?”

“Yeah. I was thinking about breaking up with her anyway.”

“Oh, why's that?”

“I don't know; we've been drifting apart. She's changed.”

“That's too bad; She wasn't there?”

“Oh, she was there alright” I growled over my cup of coffee.

“Did you have a fight?”

“No, we didn't fight. Didn't even speak.”

“Then what happened?”

I shrugged and rolled my eyes.

“Please tell me, what happened?”

“Okay; well. So, I was out looking for Mandy, and one of the first places I looked was the pond in Jack’s grove. You know the place?”

Mom nodded.

“It’s always been one of our special places, and I really thought I would find her there. Well, sure enough, there was a lamb that looked like Amanda, and I kissed her. But when I asked, she bleated like she didn’t know me. So, I moved on and kept searching for hours.”

“Hmm; and then what happened?”

“Well, the thing is, that girl in Jacks grove, it was Amanda.”

“She was? Why would she do that?”

“I didn’t know that either, but I found out later. Before I went home, I went back to Jack’s grove, to see if I hadn’t missed her. The small pasture by the pond was packed with people. There were at least thirty guys, and Mandy was there, and so was Diane. They were both naked and having sex with all those guys, fucking two and three at a time, one after another” I blurted out.

“Oh, I'm so sorry baby” she said, hugging me tightly.

“Thanks mom.”

Suddenly I felt like crying. I missed the good old days of being a kid and not have to worry about life. The days that mom’s hugs cured every pain, and I could still play innocently with my sister without dreaming of her sweet kisses and her perfect naked body.

“I never liked that girl, Diane. I bet it’s all her doing” mom said as she sat down again.

I shrugged my shoulders and stirred my eggs.

“Remember, there are many girls that are much nicer than Amanda”

“Yeah, I know.”

“Hi there,” dad greeted me as he entered the kitchen. “Wow, you look like you've had a rough night”

“He and Amanda broke up last night”

“Breaking up at Sheep-shaggin’? Are you daft?”

“Please, be a bit more sensitive, Dan”

“Why? He doesn't seem to mind it much. Anyway, all I’m saying is, if he had dumped her just one day sooner, he'd be single for Sheep-shaggin’, which is the best night to be single. I bet he could have shagged over half a dozen lambs. You know, when I was his age-”

A stern look from my mother shut him up quickly.

“I'm sorry son. You'll eventually get over her” he said as he poured himself a cup of coffee.

“I am over her.”

“Well then. Onwards and upwards, I say.”

He drank his cup of coffee and grabbed a sticky bun.

It wasn’t a lie, I honestly was over Amanda. Now I had to get over Lizzy, which might prove to be a more difficult, if not impossible task. All I could think about was my poor, sweet little sister, waking up alone in Jim’s barn. During the night, our bodies had made a promise, and I had broken it.

“Are you?” mom asked suddenly.

“Am I what?”

“Are you really over Mandy?”

“Yes!”

“Then what's eating you?”

Damn it mom, you really don't want to know.

“I err; never mind”

“Just tell me what happened, son?”

I sighed. I might as well tell her. She’d find out one way or another anyhow.

“Well; last night I met this other girl and we; you know”

“We know, don't we?” mom said, winking to dad.

“Sheep-shaggin’” he replied.

“Was this after you found out about Amanda?”

“Ehm yes; and also; before”

“Also? Like, twice?”

I nodded, blushing.

“So, you must have really liked her?”

“Yes, I did, more than I’d like to admit, but;”

“You did; Then what's the problem?”

I took a deep breath and spilled my secret.

“I err; well, this girl; it was Lizzy”

“Lizzy? Like, our Lizzy?”

I nodded. “But in my defense, I didn't know it was her at the time”

“Jethro;” mom chuckled, slowly shaking her head.

Dad was less considerate. He burst out in laughter, so hard his eyes were tearing up. “Oh boy, you really screwed the pooch this time” he snickered. “Though I must admit, son, you really have a fine taste in women. My compliments!”

Mom slapped his arm, silencing his snickering.

“I’m sorry, mom. I didn’t mean for it to happen”

“It’s okay, Jethro. That’s sheep-shaggin’, I’m sure something like this happens a dozen times every year.”

She was probably right, as always. Who knows how many guys shagged a niece or sister in the dark, and never got to find out like I did. Why did I have to go back, and fall for her like that?

“Not like this, I mean, she; I…”

Mom sighed and nodded. She read me like a book. I didn’t have to tell her how badly I was in love with my little sister.

“Does Lizzy know it was you?”

“I don't think so. It was dark when we were, you know; intimate. And I left at sunrise, while she was still sleeping.”

“You ran off?”

“Yes, I didn’t want her to know it was me.”

“Why?”

“Because. I was scared it would upset her”

“No; You shouldn’t have done that”

“No?”

“You men…” she sighed, shaking her head. “Whatever you do Jethro, just; be careful you don’t break her heart” mom said. “She's a delicate, sweet girl and she’s had a crush on you for a really long time”

I nearly choked in my coffee. “She’s what?”

“You men are just too thick. I don't know why we keep putting up with you”

“If you need a reminder, I'll take you upstairs and explain it to you” dad suggested.

Our conversation was cut short when my youngest sister barged into the kitchen.

“Good morning” Julie greeted us.

Mom and I said hello, while dad was still gasping for air. Of course, my sister sensed there was something going on.

“What did I miss? Something happened last night?”

“Jethro sheepshagged Lizzy” dad said, unable to suppress a wide grin as he informed his youngest daughter of my nightly indiscretion.

Julie looked at me, then at mom then at me again. At sixteen, she was too young to partake in the nocturnal activities of sheepshaggin, but of course she knew what it was all about.

I nodded. “Mea Culpa”

“Oh my God! Does she know?” Julie asked wide-eyed.

“Not yet,” dad chuckled.

“Shall I go tell her?”

“Nobody's gonna tell Lizzy anything” I interjected.

“You sure? I don't think she'd mind. In fact-” Julie started to say.

”Please, don’t you start as well” I sighed.

“All I’m saying is;”

“Julie, give your brother a break” mom cut her off.

“But;”

“It’s his choice what to do. If Jethro decides to be an idiot, then we'll just have to accept that”

Once again, the argument was cut short. This time it was Lizzy who entered the kitchen.

“Hi mom, dad, Julie, Jethro”

God, she was truly beaming. I've never seen her this cheerful. Or beautiful. Also, the blond hair suited her really well, especially now that she had showered, and her hair was straight again.

It was the first time the rest of the family got to see her new looks, and the resulting barrage of compliments masked the commotion my testimony had caused earlier. Blissfully unaware of the moral quandary she was part of, she sat down.

“Well, don’t you look joyful this morning” mom said.

“Found your true love, have you?” dad added, smirking like the cat that ate the canary.

Lizzy nodded, a little embarrassed, but smiling. I noticed a few scratches on her left cheek, probably from when she slumped onto the ground after I fucked her senseless that first time by the rock wall. It reminded me to hide the cuts on my hand before she’d identify them as her own bitemarks.

“Tell us, who is the lucky boy?” He asked saccharine. His smile stayed on his face, even as mom kicked his shin under the table.

Oblivious, Lizzy sat down and continued her story.

“I don't know his name, but he is out there somewhere, and I'm sure I will find him again”

“I know you will” mom said. “Sometimes, all you need is a kiss. When I first kissed your father, I knew I’d never want to kiss another man but him.”

“Yeah, I know what you mean” she said dreamy. “You know, I didn’t even want to go on sheep-shaggin’, but I’m glad Linda made me do it. At first there were a couple of guys, but I, you know, didn’t want to. Not like that. And then I met him and when we kissed; It felt so right, everything after that just sort of happened.”

“That’s how it should be, sweetie. Just follow your heart”

“I did; but mom, how did you know it was dad?”

“Well, the next morning, I woke up in his bed; and I never went away”

Her smile disappeared. “Oh;”

“He left, didn't he?” mom asked.

“Yes; does that mean he didn't like me?”

“No, it just means that he's an idiot. But then again, all men are. I'm sure he'll realize he made a mistake soon enough”

“I hope so. I've never felt this way about someone before”

As Lizzy said this, mom looked at me. Without saying anything, she conveyed her message: You break her heart, and I'll break your legs.

“Just let the spirit of Linus be your guide, and you might find him sooner than you think”

“I will, mom” she said and kissed her on the cheek. “Love you”

“Wait; do you actually want me to be with Lizzy?” I asked once my sister was out of hearing distance.

“Sure, you'd make a cute couple”

“But she's my sister” I said in absolute bewilderment.

“Jethro,” mom sighed, “we live on an island. Almost everyone here is related in one way or another. I could name a hundred couples that are relatives. Close relatives too, and more than a few of them brother and sister, like you and Lizzy. Do you think any of that matters when you truly love someone? Heck, even our own family is so convoluted that your father and I are second cousins, and if you go back in history only two more generations, you’ll find that we are related in at least four more ways.”

I had never thought about it, but I realized that in such a small community, unions between members of the same family must be almost inevitable. As a student of marine biology, I was well educated in the principles of genetics and I knew that, although it generally was inadvisable, having kids with a cousin or even a sibling actually wasn’t nearly as dangerous or unfavorable as popularly assumed. The fact that no genetic disorders prevailed on the island was prima-facie evidence that mom might be onto something.

Still, I had to admit that I was feeling a little apprehensive about hooking up with my little sister.

“But what will the other people say?” I asked.

Mom looked at me disapprovingly. “I think I’ve raised you better than to care about other people's opinions”

“I err; I have to go” I said and fled to my room.

I was staring at my books, reading the same words over and over again. The conversation I had with my mother kept going back and forth in my mind. Why the hell were both my parents so cavalier about us kids fucking each other? They weren’t religious or even socially considerate. But surely they weren’t trying to encourage me to fuck my sister!

“Hi” Lizzy said as she walked in my room “How are ya doing?”

“I'm fine”

“Mom told me you broke up with Mandy” she said and hugged me in a sisterly way. She smelled great. She felt great too, almost as great as she had done last night. I hoped she couldn't feel my hands tremble or my heart pound in my chest.

“Yeah, well; it was bound to happen anyway. Part of me is glad to be rid of her, if I’m honest”

“Good for you. You're a great guy, and you deserve much better than her” she said. “She wasn't right for you. I mean, if she really was your true love, you wouldn't have had those doubts about her, right?”

“I don't know. She changed”

“People don't change, they just stop caring. She never was your true love”

“And since when are you such an expert on true love?”

She didn't really answer me, her smile told it all. She was in love, fallen head over heels for her mysterious lover.

“It's like mom said. Sometimes, all you need to know if it is true love, is just one kiss. Kisses don't lie, and a kiss tells more than a thousand words. When I see my true love again, all I will need is one kiss and I’ll know it's him”

“I hope you will,” I said, “but be careful, Lizzy, I don't want you all heartbroken over a guy you hardly know”

Her sunny face clouded over. “Can't you just be happy for me, for once?” she said as she released me from her hug.

“I am; but;”

“But what?”

“I err; I saw you last night”

“You saw us?” her expression now changed to curiosity. “Can you tell me who he is?”

I hesitatingly shook my head. I honestly couldn’t tell her.

“Tell me what you know”

“I'm not sure;”

“What did he look like?”

“He looked a lot like me, actually”

She looked up curiously. Her smile returned as she looked at me.

“I know” she said. “He's strong like you, too”

She stroked my arm, feeling my biceps in an almost flirtatious way. “You know, a girl could do a lot worse than someone like you”

She was smiling mysteriously as she stared at me for a moment.

“What?” I asked

“You know, I always, like, fancied you a bit.”

“I know, mom told me.”

“She did?”

“Yeah. She said I was an idiot for not noticing”

She nodded.

“and that we’d make a cute couple.”

“Yeah, we would; If only you weren’t; Hey, did you know that mom and dad are actually cousins? They have the same grandparents” she said suddenly.

I chuckled softly and nodded. It appeared that mom had given my sister the same speech as she had given me. Did mom genuinely believe Lizzy and I belonged together? It seemed unbelievable, but what if she was right; what if I was making a huge mistake by trying to hide my feelings for my sister?

“If you see him again, you'll tell me, right?”

I was too conflicted to say what I wanted to, or to tell her what I had to. “Err yeah, sure.”

“Thanks.”

I travelled by ferry, back to the campus that same evening and did my best to keep my distance from my sister. Of course, it was impossible to avoid her completely, I would see her every time I visited home. But now that I had officially broken up with Amanda, I had an excuse to stay away from home a little longer than I usually would. I knew I couldn’t delay my visit forever, and honestly, I didn't want to either. As much as I dreaded to face my little sister, the idea of not seeing her was even worse.

A couple of times mom had called me and tried to talk some sense into me. She was quite persistent, but so was I. I listened to her arguments and then I tried to explain that I wasn’t doing it for myself, but for Lizzy’s own good; that I wanted her to forget me, fall in love again, and be happy. It was what I wanted, even if it meant that I would be miserable and alone for the rest of my life. Knowing it was pointless trying to convince me, my mother once more stated that I was an idiot, and left it there. Despite our difference of opinions, I have to give her credit for keeping her mouth shut to Lizzy, and keeping the rest of the family in line too.

I knew that mom was right in many things, and that my stubbornness was affecting all of our lives. It was a good thing she didn’t know how badly I was doing. Since I couldn’t be with Lizzy, I had no desire to be with anyone else either. I had lost interest in all other people, romantically or socially. I was becoming quite a recluse and shied away from all the activities I had enjoyed before. I was aware of it, but I didn’t care. The impact my choice had made on me was considerable, but it would all be worthwhile if Lizzy would give up on me and moved on with her life.

Time was dragging by slowly. Linus Day was more than a month ago, and my little sister was still on my mind every waking moment and I dreamed of her at night. There were moments when a stray whiff of perfume brought me back to that moment when she lay in my arms, and I was still the luckiest guy on earth.

I had to see her again, so the next weekend I went home after a long time. It was hard to face my little sister, a lot harder than I had expected. I knew I was messed up, but my own heartache was nothing compared to the way Lizzy was suffering. I had hoped she would be over me, if only a little bit, but as I saw her, it became evident that I was wrong. She had not forgotten our nightly encounter, and she would not give up seeking for her true love. It had changed her; the fruitless search had made her moody and depressed. I didn’t stay home long. I went back to college after only one day.

Three times I made the trip home over the next weeks, and every time I was feeling worse after. Another two months had passed, and now summer was approaching, and with it, recess. Summer is when the island is at its most beautiful. Fragrant wild flowers are flourishing in the fields, the air is warm and the water not too cold. We’d go swimming, sailing, and fishing. Normally I’d be looking forward to spending the summer at home, but at this point I was actually contemplating to not go at all, as I couldn’t bear to see my sister suffer. I was feeling like a complete bastard for causing all this misery, and even more for abandoning her when she needed me so badly.

Today I was feeling particularly blue. I had fled the lecture hall halfway a three-hour lecture on the reproductive cycle of jellyfish and was now sitting in my room, alone. As I was trying to decide whether it was still too early to start drinking, I noticed the small light on my cellphone was blinking as it lay on my desk. I picked it up and saw that I had missed several calls from home.

I called back and was answered almost immediately.

“Hi mom” I said, trying to disguise the dread I was feeling.

“Jethro?”

“Yes?”

“Is it a bad time?”

“No, I just got home, watching TV” I lied.

“I’ve got to talk to you” she said with an urgency in her voice that made me feel uneasy.

“What is it, mom?”

“It's about Lizzy, it's looking bad; really bad.”

My heart dropped, and she instantly had my complete attention.

“What happened mom?” I asked.

“You know she never stopped looking for you, right? I mean; since that night?”

“Yeah, I know.”

“She was looking for you again last night; and; She never came home. We called all her friends and looked everywhere, but we couldn’t find her. This morning Uncle Jim phoned us and told us that he had found Lizzy lying on the floor in his barn.”

Horrible images flashed through my mind. “No!”

“The doctor said she collapsed from severe exhaustion and dehydration. He examined her and administered some fluids, but there was nothing else he could do…”

I sensed a little hesitation, but then she continued. “Jethro? There is something you should know. Lizzy; she’s three months pregnant”

Her words hit me like a hammer. If I wasn’t seated, I might have fallen. Three months pregnant! The math was easy, she had to be carrying my baby. Our baby!

“Is she; are they okay?”

“The doctor said that there’s no immediate danger to her, or the baby, but that she; He’s afraid she…”

Her voice broke mid-sentence. She didn’t need to complete her story to tell me how dire the situation was. There was no doubt this was my fault.

“Jethro, she needs you. You’re the only one who can help her. Please!” Mom paused. “ Son, I have to do something I promised never to do. 18 years ago, one my childhood best friends had an inconvenient pregnancy. Your dad and I quietly  agreed to adopt the newborn baby girl. Your dad was still in the army, but we moved back home when you were a year old and Lizzy was just 3 months old. “

I was stunned. Mom was trying to tell me something she’d vowed never to reveal to anyone.

“Think about it, Jethro. How can Lizzy be 8 months younger than you? Mom added. “ Hell, I breast-fed you, boy! I didn’t even have a period until you were a yaer old! Your sister is not a blood relative, Jethro.”

“Does Lizzy know this?” I asked.

“I finally broke down and told Lizzy, this morning.” Mom’s voice choked. “ It was the only way to break through this quagmire of social and moral stigma.”

There were tears in my mother’s voice. Her heartfelt plea made me feel like crying too. There was only one thing I could do,

“I'm coming, mom” I assured her. My heart was revived and I felt a massive burden lift off me. I also had no more fear of being expelled from my Catholic college, for ‘gross moral failing’.

I looked at my watch. It was almost three o'clock, which meant I had to hurry if I wanted to catch the last ferry of the day. There was no time to pack, I just grabbed my coat, left everything the way it was and dashed out the door. Luckily, my car started immediately, and I sped towards the harbor, breaking just about every speed limit on the way. I was the very last one to board the ship, but I had made it.

An hour later I was restlessly pacing up and down the deck, cursing the sluggish speed at which the ferry was cruising. It would take at least another two hours before we would arrive at the docks. With no reception, I couldn’t even call home to ask how things were going. As I was staring into the gray twilight, my fingers were gripping the sheep’s tail in my pocket. The keepsake was always with me, day or night, wherever I was. Even though it reminded me of my terrible conundrum, it was also the only tangible memento I had of the most wonderful night of my life.

As I brought the furry tail to my lips and inhaled her long-gone scent, I realized this was no longer true. Another very real memento was growing inside Lizzy, and had been growing there for three months. In another six months she would give birth to our child. There was no doubt that things would change a lot. I was going to be a father, I would have my own little family, a son or daughter and a wife. Suddenly I stopped caring about Lizzy being my sister, and accepted her for who she really was: my one true love, the mother of my child and the woman I was going to grow old with. I could kick myself for being so stupid all these months, and I could only hope my epiphany hadn’t come too late.

Finally, a familiar blinking light on the horizon indicated we were at last approaching the island. After being greeted by the lighthouse, soon more lights appeared. First the church tower and then the other houses. Ten minutes later the captain announced our arrival and people started to line up behind me. As soon as the gangplank dropped and the gate was opened, I was running, and I didn’t stop running until I was at our front door.

Julie was waiting for me downstairs, and she immediately ushered me up the stairs, to Lizzy’s bedroom. Mom and dad were also in the room, sitting next to their daughter’s bed. As soon as mom saw me enter, she got up and offered me her seat next to Lizzy’s head.

My little ‘sister’ looked pale and weak as she was lying in bed, barely a shadow of the smiling person she used to be. Her cheeks and the pillow were damp from her tears. I was painfully reminded of the terrible mistake I made when I decided not to tell her it was me who was with her at Sheep-shaggin’. I had tried to protect her, but even my worst fears weren’t half as terrible as what had actually happened. In fact, I don’t think it could have gone any worse than it did. I still had no idea if Lizzy would dare consider me as a love interest, even without the moral innocence that was our family secret.

“Lizzy baby” I whispered and kissed her softly on the lips.

She opened her swollen eyes and looked at me in wonder.

“I'm so sorry baby” I whispered.

“It’s you” she whispered weakly, but with a spark of hope in her eyes.

“Yes, it’s me, Jethro”

“No;” she whispered and fell back on her pillow, her eyes closed and the weak smile gone from her face.

“I have to show you something” I whispered.

Lizzy opened her eyes again and saw me holding her woolly tail. She took it, felt the soft fur between her fingers and then looked at me in confusion.

“My lucky tail; how; Where did you get it?”

“You; you gave it to me”

“Me?” She marveled.

I nodded.

“You told me to keep it. On that night, at Sheep-shaggin’”

“That was you?”

“Yes, it was me. Both times”

“Really?”

I nodded solemnly.

Before I knew what happened, Lizzy had raised herself off the bed and flung her arms around my neck. She pulled my face to hers and kissed me tenderly. I smelled that scent of her, that same scent that touched my very soul. Despite her weakened state, she kissed me with the same playful vigor that had characterized our first kisses on that moonless night. Her lips parted and then her tongue snaked out, initially a little shy, but soon it danced sensually with mine.

We remained lip-locked for minutes. Finally, Lizzy broke off the kiss an let her head fell back in the pillows. She was panting faintly and lay silently for a moment, looking up into my eyes. She reached for her glasses and put them on. Her eyes now focused on mine and a smile formed on her lips. It was like it brought sunlight to my heart.

She undid the fastenings on my black duffel coat and ran her hand over my shirt, coming to rest on my heart and feel it pound in my chest.

“It is you” she whispered. “My true love”

She was right. I nodded and reached down to her lips for another kiss. Before she kissed me again, Lizzy looked me in the eyes and whispered, “You're an idiot”.

With her kiss, she told me I was forgiven, but I was determined to make it up to her for the rest of our lives.

Based on a post by SquattingEagle for SexStories.