My Sheep Girl: Part 3.
Sorting things out with my parents.
Based on a post by SquattingEagle.
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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.”
“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?”
“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.
“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?”
“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”
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.”
“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.
“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
