THE FORBIDDEN BORDER

_PAGE: EROTIC+ TV

_TITLE: THE FORBIDDEN BORDER

_AUTHOR: LOLO

_CHAPTER 01:

One day, my uncle Jean, who is my mother's brother, was staying with us, and I overheard him telling my mother that my father must have barely given her time to put her pants back on after she had, before he impregnated her a second time, and my sister arrived. Uncle Jean probably didn't want me to hear him say that, but when I think about it, there was probably some truth in the comment. There was less than a year between my sister, Bertille, and me, so we were quite close when we were children.

My parents divorced when I was six, and we barely saw our father from year to year, so our mother raised Bertille and me alone. I think as a single mom she was quite protective, and that probably brought us even closer together. She worked two jobs for a few years to try and get ahead, so we spent a lot of alone time together.

Our mother used to bath Bertille and I together until I was about five, and naturally I was curious that she didn't have a dick, even though it's not like what I called it at the time. Mom taught me to call it my "pee," and I think the reason she stopped letting us bathe together was because I once asked her how Bertille cut her pee. Even so, childhood curiosity is not so easily extinguished, and in our early years Bertille and I played doctor and other childhood games, and over time I learned that all girls were like that.

With our ages so close, people would often ask me if Bertille and I were twins, although obviously they meant not identical, but Bertille was still tall for her age so we were almost the same height until I had my first growth spurt; my thirteen years. We had the same light brown hair, although mine was short of course, the same light to medium skin tone, the same blue-gray eyes, and until I started to fill in, we were both pretty skinny.

After starting to fill around the chest and shoulders, Bertille started filling in a different way. She stayed thin and always had quite small breasts, but once she hit puberty, her butt gradually became a work of art, and her legs got longer and took on a nice sexy shape. Bertille wasn't a stunner, but she was pretty in that girl-next-door kind of way.

I think if she had been more outgoing she would have had guys chasing her from all directions, but she was a little reserved around strangers. I think it stems from our mother being so protective of us, because I was kind of the same myself.

Bertille and I weren't hermits at all, but we tended to stay home a lot and have fun, although we still had our share of friends. A friend we had in common was Marie Jeanne, who lived in the street next to us.

Marie was my age and was the first girl I ever kissed, not that kissing Marie Jeanne was a feat. Almost every guy in the neighborhood had done it, but once or twice when I was about fourteen, she'd let me kiss her on the lips. We didn't go any further than kissing, but I was still pretty turned on. Another neighborhood girl was Céline Kim, who attended a different school from Bertille and me. One evening, at a birthday party, she had let me kiss her on the veranda of her house. Again, we never got any further, and when I tried to get her to go out with me later, she said she wasn't looking for a boyfriend at the time.

Around the age of fifteen, my mother got into the habit of going out on Friday nights to a few local bars. She must have thought that Bertille and I were old enough to be left alone at night. She was almost forty then, so she was entitled to some happiness, and after a while she met a guy and started hanging out with him. I think they had a few slumber parties at his house, because sometimes she'd come home just before dawn, sneaking out the back door, but like I said, she was entitled to a little happiness.

I guess some kids our age would have jumped at the chance to sneak out and run through the streets, but Bertille and I just didn't bother. We were happy enough to stay home and watch TV, and the closest thing to partying while our mom was away was having Marie on some Friday nights, watching movies or listening to music.

When Bertille turned sixteen, I was technically still sixteen myself, as I still had a few weeks to go before my seventeenth birthday. Naturally, I was still a virgin, though like most teenagers, I sometimes took matters into my own hands and often had sex on my mind. But all my sexual experience at the time consisted of kissing these two girls, and jerking off to STORIES OF LOLO ON EROTIC+ TV'.

I was still thin and about 1.65m tall, and Bertille was only a few centimeters shorter. So then people would still ask from time to time if we were twins.

Like I said, Bertille was a few inches shorter than me, so she was about 6 feet tall, and even though she was slim, she had a nice butt and those sexy legs. Her breasts were still quite small and I wasn't good at guessing bra sizes, but if I had to give a number I'd say she would have been a 32. She wore her light brown hair half way up in the back and often had them in a ponytail. As far as I know, at sixteen, she had never had a boyfriend.

One Friday evening, shortly after Bertille's sixteenth birthday, we sat watching a movie on television, while our mother socialized. It was a movie about a detective named Rayan, who falls in love with a witness in a murder case, and there were a few love scenes with hot and sexy kisses between them and then passionate lovemaking, even though it was pretty tame, because it was a free channel, not an adult disc or something.

The actress playing the witness role was an incredibly sexy mixed race girl, and I couldn't help but feel a little turned on watching her get on the detective. I looked at Bertille and saw her mesmerized by the television, as she sat in the living room in a seat to my left, facing inwards, while I sat alone on the sofa at three squares. Bertille wore blue denim shorts, a black sleeveless top and a pair of sandals. Her hair was tied in the usual ponytail.

The film ended, after the detective solved the murder and saved the life of the witness. As the credits roll, Bertille got up and sat down next to me on my left.

➖BERTILLE: Mael?

Still looking at the screen, I answered;

➖What?

Bertille asked;

➖Have you ever kissed a girl?

Startled by the question, I turned to look at her;

➖Yeah,... Of course I did.

Bertille was silent for a minute, so I started watching TV again. I was surprised by the question, but I didn't think Bertille would go anywhere with it.

All smiling, she asked;

➖How much? How many girls have you kissed?

I felt a little embarrassed, but couldn't help but smile at the question. So I answered;

➖A few

She retorted with a little more eagerness;

➖How much? give me a number

➖ME: It's none of your business

In truth, after what I had just seen on television, I was interested in talking about it but I was just a bit off guard.

She insisted;

➖Come on... Who did you do this with? They must be pretty ugly if you don't say their names.

Realizing she could claim victory if I didn't give her names, and she said I was ashamed to tell her who I did it with, I rang;

➖Very well, Marie Jeanne was one of them.

Bertille was stunned. She asked;

➖Mary?

Then her face changed, and almost sarcastically she continued;

➖I guess you just had to wait in line?

Even though Marie was our friend, Bertille had no illusions about her.

➖ME: Not even

I turned to look Bertille in the eye;

➖We were actually at her house a few times, having fun, you know? Kiss and all.

➖BERTILLE: Marie and you?

She smiles mischievously before continuing;

➖Maël, the big stallion.

Then she had to think about it some more and added;

➖You didn't do anything else, did you? With Marie, I mean.

Dismissing the idea, I smile;

➖Uhh no, just kiss

She asked;

➖But, you would like to, wouldn't you?

It was as if she already knew the answer.

The answer was obvious, so I answered;

➖Yes, but, you know, we didn't do anything.

Bertille asked;

➖Who else?

She looked me directly in the eye. She was on a roll now and eager to question me further;

➖Who else did you do it with?

A little exasperated, I asked;

➖What does this have to do with you anyway?

➖BERTILLE: I just want to know, that's all.

She spoke as if it was her right to know.

➖ME: Aaaaaaaaa.

I was giving in, even though I didn't really mind talking about it;

➖Celine Kim.

Wide-eyed, Bertille asked;

➖Did you do it with Celine? When? How? Details please.

➖ME: At her birthday party, but she didn't want to go out with me.

➖BERTILLE: Ohhhh, seriously?

I shrugged;

➖ME: Yes

I was trying to divert the conversation from this topic.

➖BERTILLE: Yeah, like you had girls hanging out with you everywhere

➖ME: And you? How many guys have you kissed?

I felt like I already knew the answer.

Bertille turned to me, her face suddenly serious. With a slightly deflated note in her voice, she said;

➖None. I'm not even sure how to do it.

I smile;

➖It's not rocket science

I felt that I now had the upper hand in this discussion.

She smiles back;

➖Oh, expert, are you? Because you kissed so many girls.

She looked at me, with an almost defiant look in her eyes, and added;

➖How is it?

Pursing my lips, shrugging my shoulders, I say;

➖Good. It's just...

I was stopping to find a better word, but giving up and ending with;

➖... good

➖BERTILLE: Can I try?

She turned to her right and looked at me.

➖ME: What do you mean?

I turned to look at her myself. I had heard the question, and I assumed she meant that she wanted to try with me, but it was a big surprise to me to hear her ask it, so I wanted to be completely sure.

➖BERTILLE: I want to know if I can try with you and see what it looks like... That way I know how to do it with a guy when the time comes.

TO BE CONTINUED...