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Katie smiled what was possibly the most beautiful smile I'd ever seen, probably because it was coming from her and I'd hardly ever seen her smile like this. We sat there smiling for what seemed like an eternity but was only a few seconds.

"Can I tell you something? Without you thinking I'm weird?" I asked.

"Sure." She said.

"You've got such a cute smile. I wish you'd smile more often."

"I've been smiling a lot more since you've been home."

"So, is it still safe for us to hang out?"

"Yeah, of course." She said timidly, almost in a whisper.

"I promise I won't do anything silly like kiss you again."

"You don't have to make that promise." She said, trailing off into her quiet voice. "I think that from now on, whatever happens, happens, and I won't regret it, okay?"

"'Whatever happens?'" I replied.

"Whatever."

"Katie, that's saying an awful lot." I replied.

She put her finger up to my lips in a strangely assertive manner. "Shh. I know what I said and I meant it."

I smiled. "Okay then. Whatever happens, happens."

I looked at the clock and realized how bleeding late it was.

"Wow, I should really get up to bed and at least get ready to go to sleep."

Katie looked a tad disappointed at that, but immediately played it off. "Yeah, I should probably do the same."

I had showered, brushed my teeth, changed into my pajamas and was sitting on my bed flipping through a magazine that had been lying on my floor for weeks. I'd bought it weeks ago and completely forgot to look at it, something that happens more than it should. One of many bad habits of mine.

My door was about half open and Katie happened to walk by, looking in. She stopped, looking on inquisitively. I looked up and saw that pretty face, too shy to say anything or come in and I couldn't help but smile back.

"I thought you were going to bed." She said, smiling.

"I am." I chuckled.

"Oh, I see, you just wanted to get away from me," she joked back.

I disputed that with a laugh, stood up and opened the door, reaching out and taking her hand and pulling her into the room.

"Oh, come on..." I said as she allowed me to drag her in, her feet shuffling as I pulled her.

"Take a seat, ya big baby," I joked.

With a phony frown, arms dangling at her sides, she lazily shuffled to the edge of the bed and plopped down, looking at the TV. I crawled back into the center of the bed and sat down, resuming reading my magazine. After a few seconds, Katie turned around and propped herself up on her elbows, looking at my magazine, or at least pretending to be.

Katie's eyes shifted a bit until coming back to mine. "You know, I was thinking that since neither of us go out much and we're not with anyone, maybe we should just start hanging out more often?

"Sure, why not? To hell with boyfriends and girlfriends." I declared jokingly but seriously.

She interjected. "I just figured that you spend a lot of time in your room alone and I spend most of my time in my room, and since mom and dad are going to be gone for awhile, and since... that whole thing with whatshername... it might be nice to start hanging out more," she proposed.

I looked up and she felt compelled to reinforce the innocence of her proposal.

"I mean, instead of us both being alone in the house, maybe we could just be alone together."

I laughed. "That makes no sense."

She smiled impatiently. "You know what I mean."

"I know what you mean. I think that'd be fine. Great, actually."

Her face lit up. "Really?" she beamed.

"Of course! Hey, if you wanted, you could even sleep in here. Like a slumber party," I chuckled.

She seemed to like the idea but was hesitant to exude too much of an emotive response. Her eyes were looking for a deeper answer to my idea.

"You mean, like, in the same bed?"

My laugh became a lonely smile as I explained. "Well, no, I was thinking you could take the bed and I could take the floor. I don't know. If you think it's a dumb idea, it's ok."

Her eyes widened. "No! I think that's fine, but you don't have to sleep on the floor. We can both sleep on the bed, I'll just take up a little part of the edge, so I won't crowd you."

"You're sure? I move around in my sleep sometimes, I wouldn't want to get uncomfortably close in the middle of the night, you know? And have you get all creeped out," I smiled.

"Uncomfortably close for you or me?" she said with a curious seriousness.

I tried to get as serious as I could. "Well, I figure it'd be uncomfortable for you. I don't know."

She smiled. "Why would it be uncomfortable? We practically made out the other night."

We both shared a nervous laugh and couldn't lock eyes.

She continued. "It wouldn't be uncomfortable for me, unless you, like, sat on my head in the middle of the night."

I laughed. "No, no, nothing like that."

"Ok, so, am I going to be sleeping in here from now on?"

I thought for a second. "Do you think we could do that without, you know, things getting weird? I wouldn't want you to end up hating me."

"Kevin, I told you that whatever happens, happens. I'm a big girl and if I do something, it'll be because I want to. As long as you don't like, rape me or something, I won't hate you."

"You know I'd never force myself on you so you have nothing to worry about."

She smiled. "I know. Ok, let me go shower and change, ok?"

"Ok," I said.

Katie bounced out of the room with a bit of a spring in her step. I was happy that she was happy. I got under the blanket and went back to looking at my magazine.

About a half an hour later, Katie came back. She was wearing some pajama pants and a tanktop. Her hair was still a little damp. She walked in shyly, tucking some loose hair behind her ear and crawled under the blanket, not saying a word.

"Ya ok?" I asked.

She nodded. "Yeah, just a little cold."

"It's a thick blanket. You'll get warm soon." I smiled.

Within a half an hour, we were both asleep.

DAYS LATER:

Days went by and we both became more and more comfortable around each other. Katie seemed cheery, bouncy, happy, playful, different in many ways from her former self. She was still incredibly sweet like before, but it was like she'd blossomed emotionally and was much more open to me, more affectionate and more at ease.

She even started dressing a little different. Instead of wearing thick, long sleeved shirts or baggy, oversized pants, she started wearing thinner, short-sleeved shirt, tanktops and smaller-sized pants. She seemed more at ease around me and it showed.

It was a Thursday afternoon and, like always, I was lazing about the house in slacker-mode. I sat down on the couch in the living room and had switched on the TV when Katie walked in. She smiled at me as she walked in, sat down next to me and laid her head on my shoulder.

"Hey," I greeted.

"Hi," she replied.

"You hungry?" I asked.

"Yeah. Want me to make you something?"

"No, I was thinking maybe we could go out to eat?" I asked.

She sat up and looked at me, a bit surprised.

"Go out? Like, to a restaurant?"

I smiled. "Sure. Of course!"

Her eyes darted back and forth in contemplation, then found mine again.

"Should I get dressed up? Where are we going?"

I thought for a second.

"How about that Chinese restaurant downtown?" I finally said.

Her eyes lit up a bit.

"Oh, ok!" she said happily. "I guess I'll dress up a little, but not too much?" her face scrunched up, hoping for a suggestion.

"I think so. Maybe just a blouse and some nice pants?" I suggested.

"Ok." She agreed.

I went and showered and threw on a nice looking tshirt, red sweater and some jeans and started looking for my wallet and keys. I finally tracked them down when Katie pushed my bedroom door open a little and crept in. I looked up at her and was floored. She couldn't have taken longer to get ready than I did but she looked incredible. I'd never seen her looking like this before and for a split second I forgot she was my sister.

She had teased her short dark hair a little to where it was spiky in places, in a cute way. She was wearing a dark purple, short-sleeved and low-cut top that showed off more of her chest than I'd ever seen. Along with the top she was wearing a pair of jeans that hugged contours on her lower body I never knew she'd had. I was ogling for a second too long and had to snap myself out of it.

Her head was down a little, looking for me to say something. I stuttered for a moment before speaking.

"Wow, you look incredible! What lucky guy gets to go out with you tonight?" I said with an awkward chuckle.

She had this incredibly cute but shy and untamable smile on her face and could barely keep eye contact with me.

"Kevin, don't be silly..." she giggled. "So are we going or what?"

I was still taken aback by how incredible and different she looked. As she turned around and walked into the hallway, I couldn't help but check out her butt, which looked so perfectly round and inviting. I realized that in all the years we'd lived together, I'd never actually seen her in clothes that showed off that part of her body in any revealing capacity.

Unfortunately, while I reveled in the beautifully voluptuous view, lost in my wandering thoughts, I failed to realize how long I'd been staring. When I finally broke from my spellbound state, my eyes trailed up her back and to her eyes, which were already locked on mine. She had this sly smirk on her face.

"Hey, I'm up here." She said with a smile.

I chuckled nervously and tried desperately to cover my tracks.

"Uh, I didn't know you had that brand of jeans. I was trying to read the label. Are those—"

"Yeah, I've had these for awhile, but this is only, like, the third time I've worn them." She giggled.

We finally got out of the house and had a pleasant drive to the restaurant. I had this bizarre sensation as we drove to the restaurant, the same type of dwelling nervousness in my gut that was reserved for when I'd go on a date with a girl, which wasn't often, so the feeling was quickly identified. A conflict welled up within me. "How could I be nervous? This is Katie. My sister!"

But the guy in me could only see the unbearably cute girl sitting next to me, decked out like she was just trying to torture me.

We got to the restaurant, which was pretty nice. We were seated after only a few minutes of waiting, which was a surprise.

After a few minutes of sitting at the table, we both realized how awkward the situation was and were both short on words. We exchanged a few nervous glances, like 14 year olds on a first date, until Katie broke the ice.

"This is a nice place, isn't it? Fancy." She whispered.

"I know." I whispered back.

We whispered to each other as if we were afraid someone would hear us. Having broken the ice, though, we both smiled at each other, almost laughing at the absurdity of the awkwardness of just a few minutes ago.

"You know, this is so weird. I feel like I'm on a date." She said coyly, her head down, but eyes looking up me.

"I know. It's weird, isn't it?"

"Yeah, but a good weird." She retorted.

We both smiled.

"I'm sorry for staring earlier, when we were at the house. I've just never seen you like this. Dressed up, you know? You look so... different."

"Different, as in good different?"

I nervously exhaled and smiled. "Yeah, really good different. I just... You're really cute when you want to be. It just caught me off-guard is all. I mean, you're always cute, you're just cute in a different way when you're dressed up."

"Thanks. I'd say the same to you but you actually dress up from time to time, unlike me, and you're always cute." She chuckled.

Another awkward silence, until she broke the ice again.

"I just haven't had much reason to dress up before, you know?" she said.

I replied. "Well, if you're enjoying being out with me, maybe we can do this more often and you can dress up more."

She smiled. "Yeah, I'd definitely like to do this more if it's ok with you. Well, only if you don't stare at my butt so much next time..."

I almost swallowed my tongue. I did, however, choke on my ice water a little. She giggled at my stammering.

Dinner was great. It was basically a date with Katie and me. I felt so conflicted. So many times during the night I had to look across the table and the most beautiful girl, inside and out, that I'd ever known and had to remind myself who she was and that any feelings I had that were beyond innocent, brotherly ones were out of place and clearly misread. They had to be. How could I actually foster romantic feelings for Katie?

But then the other half of me couldn't help but look at Katie, and see the beauty in those eyes and what lie behind those eyes and feel something. She was basically my perfect woman. Physically, God couldn't have built a woman more complementary to what I found attractive: those beautifully dark eyes, the shape of them, her button nose, her lips, the style of her hair, her perfectly curvaceous body.

And personality-wise, we were also perfectly matched. If I was just a guy off the street who got to know Katie as a person and not my sister, I'd be sure she had no flaws.

We got home at around 9pm. As I unlocked the front door, Katie stood next to me, turned towards me.

"I really—I really had a good time tonight." She said.

"Me too."

We both settled down on the couch, kicking off our shoes and turning the TV on. Katie sat next to me, as she had done a lot of lately. I looked down, built up some courage and then turned to her.

"Umm, hey. Look, uh, I just wanted to say I'm sorry for—for ogling your butt earlier. I don't know what got into me. Pretty pathetic, huh?" I said.

She looked at me and giggled, resting her head on my right shoulder. "No, it's not pathetic at all. I do the same thing sometimes. You just don't catch me."

I looked down at her, but her eyes were fixed on the TV. She couldn't hide her sly smile though.

"You do? With me?" I asked.

She nodded, her mouth trying to contain her smile.

"When?" I asked.

"When you're not looking." She said as a smile covered her face, her attempts at masking it having failed.

I was so pleasantly surprised that I didn't have to feel so guilty about having essentially 'checked out' Katie earlier.

"Wow, so then I don't have to feel bad if I ever feel compelled to look at you?" I said.

"You can look all you want. I trust you. And you're my brother and I love you. I don't care if you look."

With that I raised up my right arm and wrapped it around her. She instinctively snuggled up against me. We were watching TV but really weren't watching TV. She nuzzled her head into the space between my chest and shoulder, her body now turned towards me, her breasts pressing up against my side and her right arm wrapped around my mid-section.

"You know what?" she said. "This is really nice."

"Yeah. Who needs girlfriends and boyfriends?" I laughed.

She smiled, leaned forward and kissed me on the cheek. I turned and looked down at her upturned face.

"Hey, what was that for?" I asked.

"For tonight, and for the last couple of nights, and pretty much for all the time I've known you. For being so sweet."

I was so surprised at the frankness of her confession.

"Uh, Katie. I don't know what to say."

"You don't have to say anything."

We went to bed shortly after. The next few days were even better than the previous ones. Katie was so cheerful and playful around me, so at ease. In the daytime, she'd prance around the house like she was walking on air. It was quite a sight to behold. I didn't know how much livelier or bold she'd get, but I had to admit that I was looking forward to it. She had seemed to loosen up in more ways than one.

Not only was she more open emotionally, imparting any decidedly important thought or emotion to me, whereas before she was emotionally withdrawn, timid and seemingly intimidated by me, but she was now candid, overt, and intimately communicative as well as marked by a noticeably outward change in her appearance...

It was a hazy Saturday morning, getting close to noon, when I awoke to a soft, inviting voice. I could hear her voice, but my faculties were still not sharp enough to respond coherently.

"Wake up, sleepyhead..." Katie said, almost in a whisper, a whisper that was so soft and loving that it was nearly suggestive. "I made breakfast if you're hungry."

By the time I sat up I could only catch Katie's shadow as she left my room and made her way down the hall.

I got myself up, put myself into the shower and cleaned up. About a half hour later I finally made it into the dining room wearing a new pair of pajamas. Katie was looking cute as always, showing slightly more skin today as compared to yesterday, which, if doing some simple calculations based on the current rate of skin exposure, I figured she'd be parading around the house nude within a week or two.

I knew that wasn't going to happen and I was initially disappointed in that truth, then disappointed in myself for being disappointed about that. I knew I should've felt bad about even doing that calculation in my head, but my male defenses were under constant bombardment. I maintained my strength whenever possible.

We shared chatty small talk during breakfast. I spent most of it with a huge grin across my face with bits of breakfast in my teeth. Several times during breakfast we made each other laugh to the point that breakfast projectiles were being fired from our mouths.

We tried to maintain dignity in the face of the other, secretly trying to impress with every minute mannerism but it was getting tough since we were so at ease with each other, we easily de-evolved into children within minutes of talking, grabassing and other assorted immature derring-do.

It was another regular meal for Katie and me. Much silliness was had, with the undercurrent of attraction buried neatly underneath the dining room table's tablecloth. After breakfast we collected our plates and dumped them into the sink to be worried about later.

The day breezed by in a flash, as had everyday since Katie and I really bonded, day became night and I prepared for us to settle into whatever nightly activities we'd be engaged in. Of course, the devil on my shoulder whispered a naughty suggestion in my ear that I responded by mechanically shooing him off. Our friendship was deeper than that, I thought, even though my male instincts blurred the validity of my logic at times.

I was walking to my room when I passed Katie in the hallway, greeted by her beautiful smile. "Hey, I was going to set up a movie for us to watch. Is that cool?" I asked.

"Of course, just pick something. Ooh! Something scary!" she suggested excitedly, eyes bright and wide. "I need a shower." She added.

I scrunched my face with mock disgust. "Yeah, you do..."

She gasped theatrically and punched my shoulder, her face quickly returning to normalcy. "Wanna join me?" she asked, a reckless, mischievous grin on her face.

I was taken aback by her growing audaciousness. "No, I'd better not. Sounds like too much fun for me to handle... I had one earlier anyways."

She didn't seem disappointed by my answer as her proposal was probably made in good fun. "Ok, I'll be out in a few..."

I turned away and got the movie set up. I chose to pick a random horror movie for a few reasons; one, I love horror movies and can't get enough of them and secondly, on a slightly ulterior level, hoped that the scares might get me a few frightened embraces from Katie.

After a few minutes of choosing a movie, I settled into bed, lying comfortably on top of the sheets. When Katie made it back, we'd have a pretty graphic vampire movie to enjoy.

I heard footsteps move past the hallway outside my bedroom and heard Katie call out as she walked towards the kitchen. "I'm gonna wash the dishes really quick, ok?"

I thought to myself then called out to her as I stood up. "I'll come and help!"

I made my way out of my room and towards the kitchen. I could hear the sound of running sink water. She'd already started doing the dishes. The sight revealed to me as I entered the kitchen literally made me stagger. There was Katie, her back to me and doing the dishes and dressed scantily in only her panties and a small tank top. I stopped in my tracks at the threshold to the kitchen linoleum, my jaw uncontrollably hanging and my eyes dazed and unresponsive.

Katie looked over her shoulder at me, her arms covered in soap suds, a beaming smile on her face. My jaw instinctively snapped shut, my eyes flashing back to normalcy as I dressed my face in a mask of normalcy, hoping she hadn't noticed my stupefied state. I attempted to snap back to my witty, sarcastic self.

"Are you wearing invisible pants? 'Cause they're working great." I said.

She laughed. "Actually, I always sleep in my panties but that first night you told me I could sleep in your bed I didn't want to strip down and give you the wrong idea. When we were growing up you saw me in my panties tons of times, so it's not a problem if I sleep like this, is it?"

I was astounded at how carefree and bold she had become. Here was this sweet young girl who used to hole herself up in her room and when she did talk to me, it was always in hushed tones where she hardly made eye contact, was always dressed from head to toe and rarely showed any discernible emotional changes and now I was staring at this seductive Lolita washing dishes in her panties giving me a hell of a smile. AND she was asking permission to sleep next to me, decked out like that. I was in heaven.

"No, I don't mind. And to think I was wearing my pajama pants instead of my boxers like I usually do. Hell, if you wear your underwear to bed, I am too!" I laughed as she turned back to the dishes, still smiling. "So, let me help here..."

I moved up behind her to get near the sink but it was a narrow space, not big enough to allow two people to wash dishes, but not wanting to leave, I made the best of an interesting situation. I stood behind her, playfully reaching around her and over her, in a mock attempt to get to the dishes. She started giggling, crowding the sink and hovering over it, to keep me from helping.