That summer Cabot was in his early fifties. Naturally reserved, he was a very private man with very private, or more accurately, “peculiar” tastes. He had little rapport with the children, but he was steadfast in his responsibility towards them. So it was that when both expressed dislike of their respective summer camps, Cabot arranged for them to spend their vacations with him at his sprawling estate in the Adirondacks.
Here Faith and Dwight found more freedom than they had ever known before. There were acres of trails to hike, trees to climb, trickling streams to follow, brooks to wade in, and hilly fields to wander over. They filled the lazy summer days with explorations-—and with their discovery of each other.
Although they were brother and sister, they’d been separated so much of their lives that they didn’t really know each other. Now they were surprised at the mutual liking which sprang up between them. They delighted in their similarities and in their differences.
Both were blond, fair-skinned and slender. Both were tall for their respective ages. Both were physically agile and well-coordinated, although neither was very strong.
Faith was more timid than Dwight, less talkative, more introverted. At seventeen she was still leggy, small breasted and virtually hipless, and she looked more awkward than she was. She gave a boyish impression, whereas Dwight, whose features were as delicate as hers, seemed a little effete.
One day in early August they set out to have a picnic. The sweltering sun, directly overhead, said it was around noon when they stumbled on a brook. It was a natural pond, fed by a narrow stream. One bank was shielded from the sunrays by a bower of inter- laced branches. Faith and Dwight spread their blanket out there and ate their lunch.
“Wow! Is it hot!” Dwight remarked when the meal was over. He took off his shirt and stretched out on the blanket.
“You’re lucky you’re a boy,” Faith said looking down at him and plucking at the blouse sticking to her skin.
“You could take your shirt off if you want.”
“No I can’t. I’m a girl.”
“So what? I’m your brother. Guys at school say they see their sisters’ boobs all the time. It doesn’t mean anything if you’re brother and sister.”
“I don’t know . . . ” Faith was doubtful. But she was also hot and sweaty. “I guess it would be all right,” she decided finally. Slowly, she unbuttoned the blouse.
“How come you wear a T-shirt underneath?” Dwight was disappointed. “I thought girls wore brassieres.
“I’m not big enough on top to need a bra.” Faith hung her head.
“Well? . . . Aren’t you going to take the T-shirt off?”
“I guess so.” Faith dawdled a moment longer and then brazenly pulled the shirt off over her head. Immediately she caught Dwight staring at her. “Don’t look at me like that.” She covered her small, pear-shaped breasts with her hands. “It makes me feel funny.”
“Sorry.” Dwight closed his eyes. But when Faith removed her hands, he squinted at her breasts from under the lids. “It sure is hot,” he said after a moment of silence. “Hey! Wouldn’t a swim be groovy?”
“We didn’t bring our suits,” Faith reminded him.
“We could go skinny-dipping.”
“You mean go in naked?” Faith was wide-eyed.
“Why not? That’s how we swim up at school.”
“But you’re all boys. Boys can do that. Not girls. Up at my school the girls aren’t even allowed to take showers together.”
“That’s silly. If you’re all girls, what’s the difference?”
“I don’t know.” Faith had never thought about it before.
“Why don’t we undress behind separate bushes,” Dwight suggested. “You here and me over there.” He pointed. “Then we could just slide into the water with neither of us seeing each other. It would be like we had on bathing suits. The water would cover us.”
“It’s not deep enough to cover me on top.”
“So what? I’ve already seen your chest anyway.”
“That’s true. . . . All right,” Faith agreed. “let’s do it.”
As soon as she was in the brook, Faith moved towards the center. But even there the water wasn’t high enough to cover her breasts. Her small bosom floated on the surface, the distended red nipples sticking straight out in front of her like two hard, ripe strawberries.
Dwight swam over to her and immediately noticed. “How come?” he asked, pointing.
“It’s from the coldness of the water.” Faith blushed.
Dwight splashed the water in front of her. The small waves he made caused her breasts to bobble. He splashed again more violently.
“Stop it!” Faith tried to swim away.
Dwight dove after her and grabbed hold of one of her kicking ankles, and tried to duck her. She struggled; they both lost their balance and slipped under the surface together. When they came up, Dwight had his sister’s arm twisted behind her back. With his free hand he splashed water in her face. But the splashing was only an excuse to press his thin, adolescent chest against her bare, hard nipples. He'd never felt anything like that before, never been so close to a girl before, and it excited him.
“Stop it!” Faith sputtered. “You could really hurt me poking me there like that.”
“Huh?”
“Please, Dwight! That’s a dangerous thing to do to a girl. Throw the stick away!”
“What stick! I don’t have any stick!”
“Then what’s this?" Faith dropped her hand beneath the water and grabbed. “Oh!” Her face turned red. “You should be ashamed!”
“I can’t help it,” Dwight whined. “I got excited.”
“Well, you’d better calm down. Let me go. You swim over there and I’ll stay here.”
Obediently, Dwight obeyed his older sister. They stayed in the water for another ten minutes or so, keeping their distance from each other, and then it was time to get out. That was when it first occurred to Faith that they had a problem. “We don’t have any towels,” she remembered. “We can’t put our clothes on wet.”
“The sun’ll dry us.” Dwight bounded out of the water and threw himself down on a grassy area that was bathed in sunlight. His erection had subsided and his penis curled placidly over his belly as he lay there with his face to the sky. He watched as his sister moved slowly and reluctantly to join him.
“What if somebody sees us?” She dropped to the grass and crossed her legs demurely.
“What if the sky falls, Chicken Little?” Dwight giggled. “Come on. Relax.”
Faith relaxed. She stretched her arms behind her and rested her weight on the palms of her hands so that she was half sitting with her crossed legs stretching out in front of her. With her back arched in this position, her pert little breasts stuck out brazenly. Despite herself, her eyes wandered to Dwight’s groin.
“Caught you!” Dwight clapped his hands.
Faith blushed. “I don’t know what you mean.” She tried to bluff.
“You were looking at my weenie. I saw you.”
“I was not!”
“You were so!”
“Oh, all right! I was. I’ve never seen a boy before. I was curious. That’s all.”
“It’s not fair,” Dwight whined. “I’m curious too, but the way you’ve got your legs crossed, I can’t see a thing.”
“You’ve already seen too much for a boy your age.” Faith fell back on the superiority of her being an older sister.
“Your tits aren’t so big any more, like they were in the water,” Dwight observed.
“Well, you’re not big any more either.” Faith forgot herself and stared at his member again.
“You can touch it if you want to,” he suggested. “Go on. Don’t be scared.”
“I’m not scared!”
“You are too!”