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.