10 comments/ 256979 views/ 27 favorites Just Them Ch. 01 By: Bob Clark Jr. The light smell of peppermint filled his head as he entered the dimly lit room. Closing the door behind him with barely a click, Calvin could tell she was sleeping without even seeing her. He padded across the soft carpet, stepping over the odd garment strewn here and there. A book near the foot of the bed. Slick magazines by the side. He reached out to push himself up as he crawled onto the mattress. She was on her side, a book in her hand and her glasses pressed slightly off her nose as she slept. Her bare feet and legs poked out from her long, bunched up nightshirt. A bright tattoo of a butterfly wrapped around her ankle. Her dark brown hair spread out in a nimbus of careless curls. The simple chestnut of her skin turned luminous in the soft pink light from her lamp. The frilly shade on the small lamp matched nothing else in the room. It used to be their mother's and it had been Anne's since before she was in high school. She didn't stir as he slid gently next to her body. He drifted a finger up along her exposed neck, letting his fingertips come to rest on the warm pulse under her slender jaw. In her sleep, she moved her body into his touch. Her eyes fluttered open and a smile that made him want to touch greatness lit across her face. He loved the natural beauty of her face. She rarely wore make-up, and when she did, it was just enough to count. He couldn't get enough of her. Her nose, her eyes, her intricate lips, and the feel of her breath on his skin - it was everything to him. A car's lights briefly turned the windows white as it drove through the gathering snow in the road. "Hi," she whispered. "Hi." He ran his hand along her bare arm, pulling it close to her breast. She adjusted the small, gold-rimmed glasses on her face. Calvin set her bookmark over the spread pages and closed the old book as he pulled it away. "He's asleep?" "Yeah." "I'm sorry I drifted off. I tried to stay awake." "S'alright." He kissed her above the eyes. His long fingers pushed a few errant locks of hair from her forehead. "We've got to figure a better way to do this," she whispered. Her arms came up and crossed at the wrists as she pulled him down by the neck. He felt her legs come up a bit as she opened her legs for him. They kissed gently as he knelt on his hands and knees, his legs together between her thighs. His insides shook as she ran her hands over his arms and shoulders. "So big and strong. Do you do this for me?" she said breathlessly. "No. I don't even like you," he said, biting lightly at her lower lip. "Such a sweet boy," she laughed. He pulled her hands away and sat back on his knees. "Dad was talking to me about college until almost two." He ran his hands along the inside of her thighs. "Daddy just wants to make sure you make the most of it. He did the same to me yesterday." "Well, he could do that during the day," he said. "Besides, it's your first year." He leaned down and kissed her on her cheek, just under her eye. "I already got that lecture last year." He kissed her on her chin. "I shouldn't have to hear it again." He kissed her throat. He pushed the nightshirt up to her hips. She smiled and raised her pelvis a bit, letting his hands push the soft material up under her body. Calvin let his hands roam over the smooth warm flesh of her thighs. Small moans rolled from her throat. "I like that," she said with a sigh. "Of course you do. I'm frighteningly talented." She giggled and squirmed under his touch. Calvin gave a quick grunt of a laugh as she closed her eyes and let her legs stretch out past his body. He pressed his hands to her warm body and ran them up her hips, marveling at the texture and the landscape of her flesh. His palms pushed gently at the smooth slope of her belly. "I'm too fat," she said trying to push his hands from her body. He just rubbed her belly in circles and smiled. "Not even a little." "Not fat, maybe, but almost." "You're kidding me. Girls always think they're not skinny enough. Next time you wear those jeans that ride down to your knees, see if the guys in the mall think you're too fat." "Sheila Giffens is skinny. All the guys drool over her." "That's Sheila Giffens," he said sliding his hands down to her legs and then up under the tight, yellow panties. Anne pulled in a breath and arched her back a little. Her breasts pushed against the thin material of her nightshirt. "Sheila Giffens looks good skinny." "You...nnngh...you like...the way she looks?" "She's pretty. But..." "But what?" "But, I don't want her. Why would I?" "Smooth...ohhh, Jesus...smooth talker." Calvin pressed his fingers firmly into the flesh over her pussy. He massaged the area slowly, making her breath come fast and sharp. Her eyes fluttered as she rolled her head from side to side. He pulled his hands from under her panties and smoothed the flat of his palm over the sensitive mound between her legs. Her thighs spread open, lifting up and then back down again. Her head lolled back into her soft pillow. Her plump lower lip was pinched between her teeth. She smiled and tried to watch him without lifting her head. Calvin smiled himself as he watched her. Her hands grabbed at the quilted blanket underneath her body. He ran his hand along her panties, pressing his finger into the groove between her legs. His fingers slid under her, going between her cheeks, making her jump slightly. She was breathing hard as he pulled her underwear off, leaving them tight around her thighs. His thumb brushed her clit, sending visible shivers through her body. Her legs jolted and relaxed. Her smooth belly twisted and turned. He slid a finger in her cunt. It was hot and extremely wet. She was making whimpering noises every time he would circle the smooth lips of her pussy with his slick fingers. Her pelvis pressed forward, trying to meet his touch. He leaned forward inhaling her scent and licked her plump lips, spending just a little extra time on her clit. She was ready to cum, and he knew it. She was almost there. The writhing of her body and the shortness of her breath was easy to read. Calvin pulled his tongue from his sister's clit and blew a thin stream of air on her. The sudden jet of cold made her cum. She gritted her teeth and almost tore the quilt as her body went rigid. He watched it twitch its way through her skin and listened to it fade away with her heavy panting. Calvin lifted her legs gently, raising them enough to slide her panties up and off. He kissed the inside of her thigh and slid his boxers off. His cock slapped up and down as the waistband lowered over it. Anne pulled her nightshirt up over her breasts, struggling with getting it over her head. He reached down and lifted it free, tossing it to the floor. He locked eyes with her, telling her in everything but words that he was going to fuck her until she couldn't stand it. Reeling a bit from her powerful orgasm, she fumbled her fingers around until she had hold of him. She helped guide him in, gasping and scooting down as he slid inside her. "You're going to hate yourself for this in the morning," she warned. He smiled and drove into her, pressing his body tight into hers. She clamped her legs around his waste as he laughed. "I'm sure I will, but that's a problem for Future Me. Present Me has his own ideas about what's best." They moved together like experienced lovers. The world fell away in pieces. First, the noise from the street dropped to nothing. Then the pressures of college and jobs fell away. The taboo nature of what they did faded to a tickling whisper. Their father in his room downstairs became an afterthought. The walls, the floor, the two decades of toys, trophies, posters, and furniture became distant. There were just them. His body moving in hers. Their mouths coming together and the taste of her. Her breasts pressing against his chest. His cock sliding in and out of her pussy. Her sweat soaking into her blanket. The genius of their union. When he came, sending every ounce of feeling and pleasure rocketing through his cock, she shuddered and started to scream. He covered her mouth with his hand and pumped in and out until they collapsed together. The world crashed back around them. Cars outside, blinking lights from a broken VCR, and the obscene amount of colors on the walls. It all came in and left them breathless. * * * * Anne sat a plate of scrambled eggs in front of him as he stared out into the yard. She brought him a fresh glass of orange juice and then set hers next to him. "You don't have to do all this for me. I can fix my own plate." He had his hand over her hand, softly curling his fingers around her. "I like to make you breakfast." She smiled as he trailed his fingers off her hand. She pulled the robe tight against the morning chill. Her hair was softly combed, and as orderly as it could be. There were always a few renegade locks that refused to join the party. "Dad sure left early," she said between bites. "He had a meeting. Said he won't be home until late either." "Oooh, that's sounds good," she said conspiratorially. "Anne." "Oh, here it comes. You almost made it through a breakfast without saying it." She set her fork down, folded her hands in her lap, and smiled. "Alright. Let's hear it." "It's just that I don't feel right about this." "Why do we go through this every time?" "Well, it's different the next morning, you know?" "No. I don't. I was glad we did it last night, and I'm glad this morning. Just like a million times before." "I just think that we should reconsider what we're doing. It's not right." "So?" "That's your defense? 'So?'" "Basically," she said. She took another bite of her eggs. "You could at least eat the eggs. They'll get cold." He shook his head as he ate. "Anne, it's just wrong." "Gosh, you made it a whole minute that time." She grinned at him again. She never made it easy. "It's not that I don't love you." "I know." "I love you so much it makes me crazy. But we can't do this. Christ, Annie, what if anyone found out?" "I don't know." She sipped at her orange juice and sighed theatrically as she waited for him to continue. "Listen, you could at least pretend you're not going to win this. Let me think I'm not just beating my head against a wall." "Okay, Cal. You're right. We shouldn't do this. It's so, so wrong. Perhaps we should go back to how it was before. We could be miserable instead of deliriously happy. Yes. Misery is better than euphoria. I don't know what I could have been thinking. I'll just have to pretend that I don't love the feel of your hands on me. That should be easy enough." She stopped, and batted her eyes at him. "Oh, you're just full of sarcasm today." "Sweet, sweet Calvin." She lowered to her knees, sliding easily from her chair and slipped her slender fingers over the waist of his sweatpants. "We can't, Anne. I know I say this all the time, but it's different now. Late at night, it seems fine. When no one can know, and it's dark, and it's all so exciting - but this is different. It -" he choked on air as she took hold of his already hard cock. "Keep going. I don't want you to think you just gave up. I know that's important to you," she said as she stroked up and down his dick. She held it against her cheek as he struggled for his thoughts. "I'm just trying to do what's right, Annie. I don't want -" She took him deep into her throat as he grabbed the sides of his chair. To make it worse, she looked up at him as she knelt on the floor with his cock in her mouth. Her eyes seemed to tell him to keep talking. "You're evil. That's what I'll tell Jesus, or that blue guy the Hindus like, or whoever it is shaking his head at me when I die. I'll tell him you were evil." He dropped his head back as she sucked him off in the dining room. He picked at his eggs as she gave him a glorious and mind-numbing blowjob. He came as she took his balls in her hands and gave them a light squeeze. His sister gave him a few cleansing licks and tucked him back in his pants. She made a show of daintily dabbing a napkin at her lips and sat back on the carpet. "Do you have to work today?" he asked. "Nope. You?" "I'm supposed to work this afternoon." "You want to call in sick, or should I do it for you." "Sounds better if you do it." "I'll try to sound concerned for your survival," she said. * * * * They spent the evening with friends from school. Evenings like that were always tough. They were always being told that there was a girl who was just perfect for him. Or that there was a guy at work who would just go nuts for her. Excuses became harder to think of, and reasons to stay single became strained and harder to defend. The hardest part was not looking at each other like the crazy in love couple that they were. When the others were talking, it was all they could do to not stare off into each other's eyes. They had to be careful not to let on how they felt. They had to pretend that they were not in love. Each time they all got together, it was an exercise in self-control. The time seemed to pass rather numbly. They laughed in the right places at jokes, and feigned interest with superb acuity. They pretended that everything was normal. The night would end, as it always did, and they would pretend to stroll casually back to their car, and then pull out of the parking lot with something less than desperate speed. As they drove home, there was no need for talking. As they wound through the streets, they knew what was going to happen when they got home. Speaking would have been pointless. He just kept his eyes on the road. He ignored her squirming in the seat next to him. He concentrated on driving without crashing into the oncoming cars. He tried to ignore her wonderful smell. Her hand at the back of his head was making it terribly difficult to concentrate on anything. She stroked her fingers through his hair, making him breath hard as his eyes blinked rapidly. He almost plowed through the back of the garage when they got home. He saw his father's car and let out a sigh that was a mixture of relief and anger. He heard the same sigh come from his sister. She gave him a quick kiss on the cheek and ran inside. He sat there a moment, trying to ply his boner with future favors if it would just go down for a while. * * * * His father had been asleep for almost an hour. The road-plow ground it's way down the street outside the house. He looked at his watch as he pulled it from his wrist. He'd have to buy a new one soon. He'd had that same watch since his first day in high school. It seemed so grown up and so big on his young wrist. It was a present from their grandfather. He'd put his Spiderman watch away that day. Now, he was looking at it and he realized that he'd outgrown another one. It was ironic, really. His Spiderman watch did nothing but tell time. His new watch did everything. It had a heart monitor on it. It did math. It switched from standard to military time. It had a small light that shocked the time face in a wash of light blue. The time face that had seemed so large and cumbersome had grown into a fitting size. Then, it was too small. He decided that he would go back to the old style. Just a simple watch. Just go with what works, he thought. He thought of all this while alone in her room. He sat naked on her bed, his feet planted on the soft peach carpet. His skin was almost red in the soft pink light. He turned his hand over and over, watching the shadows in the lines that never used to be on his fingers. Barely a man, and sometimes he felt all used up. She came in from the bathroom and the light turned bright white until she flicked the switch off. She came up behind him, walking on her knees to sit at his back. Her hands roamed over the tense muscles of his shoulders and neck. He knew she was naked. It was screaming at his brain. Women didn't realize that men had radar that told them when they're naked, but they do. It snaps some primal cave-monkey button in male brains and tells them to turn around and look. It doesn't tell them, so much as it attacks their motor functions and tries to force them to do it's bidding. Calvin managed to shove the cave-monkey back in its hole that night. "You haven't said anything all night," she whispered in his ear. The cave-monkey was having a fit at the sound of her voice. Poo-flinging would certainly be it's next option. "I've just been thinking," he said in a soft tone. He sounded a million miles away, even to himself. He just kept examining his hands. She stopped her massage long enough to reach over and click her stereo on with the remote. He didn't recognize the music. It sounded like it might have been some of their father's Jazz. "About what," she said. Her hands came back to his body. They kneaded their way down his shoulders to his arms. He could feel her breasts against his back. "Us." "Cal," she sighed. "No. Not if we should. You're right. At least until morning," he said grinning. She swatted his arm. She was sitting behind him now. Her legs came up around his waist. Her head rested against his back. He took her hands and pulled them as close together as he could around his solid middle. "I'm just wondering how we can do it. How did it happen? That's all." "We just do." "You have all the answers, don't you?" "For the simple questions, yes." She kissed his back, and he felt her nuzzle her cheek against him. Her hair was soft and felt perfect. "If you ask me how dad goes on without mom, I don't know. Ask me how someone beats their kid, I don't know. Ask me how we can love each other, and I know. We just do." She kissed her way up his spine. "I would have thought that was obvious," she said quietly. He started to turn, coming towards the mattress. She lowered herself, untangling her body from his. He pressed himself over her, watching the easy movement of her breasts as she turned and twisted her way to the head of the bed. He'd had a hard-on for what seemed like forever. It bobbed under him as he moved between her thighs. He rubbed himself along her cunt, moving closer to her body. With a shove, he was inside her. She bit her lip and smiled. She didn't know how much it made him nuts for every part of her. They didn't need to start with foreplay. Both were ready to explode. He couldn't hear the sounds of the CD behind him. He forgot that there were other people in the world. He wanted to fuck her. He had to. He didn't live for any other reason at that moment. They moved slowly, but with intensity. Each time he slammed into her, she gave a short gasp. His balls slapped against her ass, stirring him on. He felt like he was made of lead. Every nerve screamed at him. She was hot inside - wet and tight. Each time he moved in her, she tightened her fingers on his forearms. She pulled her legs up high, her knees up to her head. He went harder than before. He watched the tears roll out of her eyes. He listened to the breath that pushed past her dark lips. Sweat pooled between them. He felt her push at his chest with her soft feet. His hands clenched the quilt and he heard the stitches give and rip. He pulled almost all the way out and then back in. Over and over, he did this. He was almost ready to cum. He could feel it. He started to speed up. Her teeth clamped together as she came. It was like a vice grip inside her body. Her fingers dug into his arm. Her fingernails scraped red trails along his skin as her hands slipped off his sweaty skin. He went faster. She was shaking her head, moaning, and coming apart. He came hard. They fell together, as he shook. He kept pumping slowly. He was done, but he was still hard. Just Them Ch. 01 They held each other as they caught their breath. He moved in her with a slow rhythm. Calvin leaned down and kissed her once. He pushed himself up, kissing her as he did. Down between her breasts, and then the top of her rising and falling belly. He slipped his hands around her legs and then pulled out of her. She groaned as he left her empty. She was reaching for him, her fingers trying to pull him back to her. He just stepped easily off her bed and kissed her leg once. He left the room and slipped down the hall as she called his name as loudly as she dared. END * Author's note: I hope you enjoyed this first part. There are four total. As with all of my stories, I would like to thank you for taking the time to read them, and would encourage you to vote if you liked it, and any feedback is greatly welcomed. Thanks. * Just Them Ch. 02 The sun fell lazy through the glass, coating the carpet in a fuzzy haze. The sounds of the television became a lulling, imprecise rhythm, fading deeper and deeper into the barely noticed areas of his mind. The couch cushion smelled of corn chips, and there was a small spring pressing into his side. His thumb, operating independent of his brain, pressed the channel button. Every three seconds. There was a brief moment each change when the screen went black and he could see himself stretched out on the couch in the reflection of the screen. He was alone in the den. His first day off in over two weeks, and he was utilizing it as best he could. He thought of the days just a year ago when he was balancing school and work. At least in that there was something to keep variety in his day. Different classes, different people, and a varying work schedule. As it was, he was grinding away doing the same job everyday, all day. His only consolation was in the growing bank account. His father had agreed that it was a good idea for him to keep living at home, continue paying the small monthly rent he'd paid over the past five years, and save his money to get a home of his own. His father was in no hurry to push his children out of the home. Calvin knew this. He saw in those moments when he found his father sitting by himself in the den, staring blankly at the television, that once he and his sister were gone, their father would be alone. Calvin had worked hard the last year. College was behind him, and he was putting his all into his job. His father had told him in private how immensely proud he was of both Calvin and his sister. They had done all he could ever ask. That made it all worth it. Calvin heard the door shut in the next room. He didn't move as he clicked from channel to channel. His body appeared every three seconds. He saw himself covering the couch, dressed in his best ripped sweat shirt and boxer shorts. Channel, him. Channel, him. Channel, him. Channel, Anne. She was standing behind him, leaning over the couch. "You alive?" she asked him. He mumbled something and turned on his side. The spring that had been sticking him, made a popping noise at his increased weight. "I just finished my paper. I think I did pretty good. Could you read it? Let me know?" She ran a finger over his ear, tucking his hair back. "Sure." "How about some lunch?" she asked, bending over the back of the couch until she was just inches from his ear. "You must be famished after all of this activity." "Not really." He continued changing channels. It took her three clicks of the remote to walk around the couch and then to stretch out next to him on what was left of the cushions. She laid her head on his outstretched arm and stretched her legs out with his. Her bare feet rested on his shins. He put his nose to her hair and breathed in deeply. "You smell nice," he whispered. "We have the house to ourselves, you know." "I know." "So, you want to keep watching TV?" "Nothing else to do." "We could talk about world events." "Not happening." She took the remote from his hand and punched in the music channel. Someone beautiful was singing something trite. He couldn't remember who it was. It was hard to keep them all straight. "We could go over my paper." She turned the volume up. He watched the lean curvature of her arms as she aimed it at the screen. His free arm came around and slid under the waistband of her skirt. "No panties?" "Laundry day," she said, still fiddling with the remote. "How do I get it to do the picture in a box thing?" "Blue button." Her skin was warm and smooth. "It's called 'picture in picture'." "Whatever." She pulled it up and soon there was another music channel showing another beautiful singer; mouthing trite words, he was sure. "What are we watching?" He slid his hand over her smooth hip and down between her legs. She pulled her legs up and sighed. "I don't know." They lay on their sides and pretended to care what was on the screen. Every few minutes she would switch the pictures and the music would be momentarily silent. "It's nice in here. We don't get to have the day together very often," she said softly. He felt her lips on his arm. Soon, it was his lips on her neck. Then it was her hand pressing his hand tighter between her thighs. She turned on her belly, aiming the remote at the television again, turning it up louder than before. "I really like this song," she panted. Calvin just pulled his arm out from under her chin and lifted his body over hers. When he was sitting, straddling her thighs, he shimmied her skirt down to her knees, and slipped his shorts down just below his balls. She was smiling over her shoulder as she flattened her shoulders to the seat cushion and lifted her ass as much as she could. Anne had her t-shirt wrenched up over her breasts as she rubbed against the rough material of the couch. Calvin lowered himself, pressing gently to her chestnut skin. He slid a hand between them and took hold of his cock. With practices ease, he guided it to her already moist pussy, pushing slowly, inch by inch. He barely heard her soft grunts over the television. Her firm cheeks rubbed against his belly as he moved in and out of her. They took their time. He no longer felt obscene in the daylight. She had told him over and over that they were what they were. She loved him, and he loved her. She whispered to him and he just picked up the pace. He moved inside her, trying to hold out as long as he could. He never lasted long when they fucked like that. Anne was mumbling something he didn't understand when she closed her eyes and brought her tight fists up under her chin. He felt her body tense and release a few times before she locked onto him. He let go. He just relaxed and buried himself as far as he could inside her. She popped her eyes open and had a look of surprise on her face as he came in her burning cunt. Every time was the first time for them. It was never boring, or casual. It meant as much physically and emotionally, and had as much impact as the first time they ever fucked. There were times that were more intense, but never more important. Calvin slid himself off her sweaty body, wedging himself again between her body and the couch back. Neither one made any moves to cover themselves. His hands smoothed her hair from her face as she turned to look at him. She closed her eyes as he leaned forward. Their mouths met, tasting each other hungrily, and breaking only for air. She slid an arm under him as she turned her body to his, and brought her other arm around his body, holding him close. Her face buried itself against his thick chest, as he wrapped his long arms around her body. * * * * Calvin heard a noise coming from the back room. It was a small bedroom that had been converted to a study for their father. He spent a great deal of time in there with his books and his radio. He had disappeared after dinner and hadn't come out since. Calvin walked down the hall, sipping gingerly from his too-full glass of water. He saw his father sitting on the small leather couch, holding a picture of Calvin and Anne's mother. He was running his thumbs over the glass and looked to have been crying. His eyes were bloodshot and his cheeks glinted under the soft lamps. "Dad? Everything okay?" "Sit down, Calvin." Calvin walked in and took a seat opposite his father. The old chair still had a bit of padding left. It was Calvin's mother's and they were going to have to pry it from their father's cold hands to get rid of it. "She wanted so much for you two," his father said. "I tried to do it right. I was working so much when you two were growing up, I didn't know how to do it when she died. I swear, I did what I could..." "Dad, what's wrong? You're freaking me out." Calvin sat the glass on the floor and leaned forward, inching to the edge of the seat. "I...I came home for lunch today," his father said hoarsely. Heat blossomed through Calvin's body, then dropped to a chill. He felt the hair stand up on his neck. His hands went numb. "You..." "I came home for lunch and found you two in the...I saw what you..." He couldn't say it. He took a breath, holding back the sobs that were threatening to take his voice. "I heard the TV blaring before I walked in the front door. I was about to tell one of you to turn it down, when... "At first I thought...I was about to scream at you, tell you to leave her alone. But then I saw her face." He just sat there, looking at the old hand-carved frame of Calvin's mother. "Thank God your mother didn't live to see this. I thank God for that. What were you..." he broke off, shaking his head. "Dad," Calvin said, his mind racing to think of a way out of it. "Don't speak. I don't want to hear your voice right now." He didn't say anything for nearly five minutes. Calvin just waited. "I think it's time you left my house. Both of you." "Dad, please, it's my fault. I'll leave. I'm sorry. I'll leave tonight. But don't kick Annie out. It's not her fault. I talked her into it." "I'm going to go to a motel tonight. I won't be back until tomorrow night. That should give you enough time to pack whatever you need and leave." He hadn't looked up the whole time. He just kept his face to the picture and stroked the glass with his thumbs. "Please - Dad, listen...Annie didn't do this. I did. It's all on me. Let her stay. At least let her have time to find a place. I'll get out of here tonight, I promise." "Both of you," he said in a far away voice. "I don't want you in my house. In your mother's house. Maybe if she'd been here, this wouldn't..." He stood up, and Calvin flinched. He thought he was going to hit him. He would have let him. His father never let go of the picture as he walked to a wooden desk in the corner. He opened a drawer and pulled out a cigar box wrapped with a thick, green rubber band. He tossed it to his son and kept his back to him. "It's every bit of money you two paid in rent. I was going to give it to you when you moved out. It was enough for me that you paid it. I never wanted the money. I was just trying to get you ready for the world. I tried. I tried my best. Jesus, God, I tried." He crossed his arms tight, holding the picture to his breast. "As far as anyone will ever know, you just moved out. That's it. No one will ever find out why. Your mother and I don't have any more family. All of your grandparents have mercifully passed on, so at least no one will know what our children have done." He wiped a hand over his head with a rough motion. "How long...No. I don't want to know. I know enough." Without looking at him, his father turned to go out the door. He paused a moment and Calvin had a bit of hope that he might at least look at him before it was all done. "On the counter is an envelope." His voice was thin and weary. "It's all the paper work you need to turn the title of the Chevy over to you. You paid enough on the upkeep, it wouldn't be right for to send you out with nothing." "Dad -" "I'll be back by six tomorrow night. Be gone by then." Calvin sat numbly, holding the heavy box, blinking unbelievably as he listened to the front door shut. He heard the car start in the garage and then he heard the short whine of the automatic door as it shut. He forgot his glass as he rose on unsteady legs. He walked out of the room and down the hall to the kitchen. His head felt as though it would implode. Things weren't supposed to turn out this way, he thought. But what did we expect would happen? He screamed at himself in his mind and just stood there, looking at the envelope on the counter. He'd seen it earlier and ignored it's presence. "Oh, God," he finally said. They'd destroyed their father's life. The little bit he had that he cared about, they had utterly destroyed. And now he had to tell Anne. He dragged the envelope over the smooth counter top and dropped it as he tried to pick it up. He bent over to lift it from the carpet and felt sick. Snatching up the small package he ran to the bathroom by the stair and flung the lid on the toilet just in time to lose his dinner. By the time he made it upstairs, he was wiping the overly sweet flavor of mouthwash from his lips. The envelope was tucked between the lid of the box and the rubber band. He walked to Anne's room. "Hey," she said as he walked in. "Did dad just leave?" He just nodded as he sat next to her on her bed. "He knows," Calvin blurted out. "Knows what?" she asked, not looking up from her book. "Us. He knows about us." "What?" she said flatly. Her book dropped from her hand. "He came home this noon when we were in the den. He...He knows." Calvin looked into the worried eyes of his sister. She was starting to cry. Her lip trembled as she tried to think of what to say. Calvin brushed a tear from her cheek and told her to calm down. "What'll we..." "He told me we have to leave. He doesn't want us to...we just have to leave. He's gone to a motel. We have to be out by tomorrow evening." "How...?" "He held on to all the money we've been paying him for rent. 300 a month each...should be about 40-some grand in here. We'll have to get a motel room for a while. Start looking for an apartment. Maybe a house. Got enough to..." She put her fingers to his lips. He'd been rambling in a monotone from the start. She just pulled him to her and they sat there, trying to make some of the hurt go away. * * * * "I guess that's everything. I hate to leave him with all of the rest of this, but..." "It'll be fine. I'm leaving a few hundred here for whatever it costs to unload this stuff. I don't know what else to do." "Are you all packed?" "Yeah. Clothes, and a few boxes of stuff I don't want to lose. I didn't really have that much." He just stood in his doorway, looking at her. "I can leave a note asking him to hold onto the rest of your things. We could hire one of those movers to come and get it." "No. I don't want to have to do this twice." She tried to smile to reassure him, but it didn't come out right. "I'm sorry about this, Annie." She moved across the hall and wrapped her arms as tight around him as she could. "What's he going to do?" "I don't know. Thank God I've got you." "And I've got you." "It's just a little after midnight. Come and sleep in my bed. One last time." She stepped away and pulled him after her. They walked through the now much emptier room to the quilt covered bed. "You're leaving the lamp?" he asked when he saw their mother's lampshade still next to the bed. "I didn't know if he'd want it left or not. It wouldn't feel right outside this house, anyway." He kissed her as they undressed. They climbed under the covers and turned off the light. He felt her hand slide down his chest and continue past his hard belly. "I don't think we should. Not tonight." He said. He couldn't see her, but he could feel her breath on his chest. "I want our last night here to have some kind of good in it. I want this, Calvin. I do." "I love you, Annie." "I love you." They slid together softly, pressing their bodies against one another and trying to feel right about something that night. He was gentle, and as his eyes adjusted to the light, he could see the moonlight reflected in her own eyes. "Do you remember the first time we did this in here?" she asked. "Yes. You couldn't stop giggling." "I know. I felt like I was going to explode." He felt her legs come up around him as he fucked her slowly. Her skin was sending heat into his body like a small fire. Her breath was coming sharper in his ear. He tasted her earlobe and kissed at her neck. Her hands slid around his back as he moved harder within her. "You...you love me?" she asked him. "Yes, baby. I love you so much," he said in her ear. She clamped her arms tight around his thick neck and he heard her strained moan go through her as she came. He held her tight as he pumped faster, suddenly shooting into her and then trying to shut out the stifled crying at his ear. * * * * It was noon, and they stood in the doorway to the house. She looked around, staring at nothing. He watched her get her last look at her home. "C'mon. Cars all packed. Let's just get out of here. No sense in making it harder than it is." He put his arm around her shoulders. She just nodded and let her hand drift over his chest as she turned and left. He took a last look at the place where he had grown up, and fallen in love. The place where his mother had died. The only place he'd ever called home. His hand checked the door once and then he shut it. "We'll be okay, Annie," he said as he got in the car. "We're not kids. We'll be fine." He looked at the house through the windshield, still hardly believing what they were doing. "It's not that," she said as she dabbed at her eyes with a wadded tissue she kept in her pocket. "No. I know it's not." "Let's go, okay?" She looked at him and tried to smile. "Yeah. Maybe he'll come around. It might take a while, but he might," he said as they backed out of the drive. "Maybe," she agreed. They both knew it was a lie. She leaned over and kissed him. Her finger came up to wipe lipstick from his face and then she sat back. "Ready?" he asked. "Ready," she said. This time she wasn't lying. * END * * Author's note: I hope you enjoyed this second part. There are four total. As with all of my stories, I would like to thank you for taking the time to read them, and would encourage you to vote if you liked it, and any feedback is greatly welcomed. Thanks. * Bob Clark Jr. Just Them Ch. 03 "Hello. "Hello? Is anyone...Cal? Is that you?" "Yeah." "Oh, Calvin," Anne said softly. She sat on the floor by the phone and leaned her head against the wall. "I just wanted to call and make sure you were okay." "Cal, please come home." "Don't cry, sweetie. Please, don't cry." "Just come home. I've got everything all packed. Everything is set. Just come home. Please. Don't leave me." "I don't want you to go through this again. They always find out and this always happens." "If I can handle Daddy throwing us out, I can take that smelly little Mr. Dinkle." "Maybe Dad was right." "You don't mean it." "No." "Will you come home?" "Don't cry anymore, Annie. I can't take that." "You'll come home?" "Yeah. I guess I just needed to think. I'm at some bar. I'll be home in about half an hour. No more crying?" "I love you, baby." "I love you too. I'll be home soon." * * * * Calvin hung up the battered phone and slid out of the narrow booth. It was the crying, he thought. From the time they were children, he would do anything not to hear her cry. He knew she was right, but it was the crying that made him forgo the long discussion he had planned to muddle through before really agreeing to come home. But she started crying and that was that. Little sister, 1 - Big brother, 0. This game he didn't mind losing. He was pushing through the bar, feeling strange about being in one in the middle of the day. The day before, they had been told by the apartment manager that they had to leave. He had done some digging with their records and discovered that they were not just husband and wife, as he had been told, but that they were siblings. Place after place, it had always caught up to them. Each time, they were told that either they could all agree to break the lease, or somehow a reason would come up to kick them out. No one wanted them in their building. Cal understood, but he saw how hard it was on Anne. She loved where they lived. It was just a ten minute walk from the little downtown area. She liked the neighbors for the first time in three years. She was starting to make it their home. But that was usually the way. In their last place, it was a quiet balcony that she loved. In the place before that it was the little pond behind the building. There was something from every place they had lived. He'd forgotten how many times they'd moved in the last few years. "Hey, sweetie, got time to talk to me now?" He turned to see a woman of about 40. She would have been pretty if she wasn't so weary. She wore a tight yellow blouse with a very obvious black bra. The way she held her drink, it was clear that it was second nature to her. Glass in one hand, slow burning cigarette in her other, she was the picture of happiness. Her eyes had too much make-up, most likely to cover the dark circles that surrounded them. He never understood how people who had the ability to be decent to themselves chose the life that made them the most miserable. As the thought struck him, he was reminded of his own situation and laughed. "Hey, sweetie, you don't gotta laugh. I may not be one of them tight-as-a-drum coeds, but I got a few miles left in me." "I'm sorry. It's not that. It's been a long day. I have to go, so..." He tried to step around her, but she slid in front of him. She moved her glass to her hand with the cigarette and put her free hand on his chest. "When you came in here, honey, I tried to talk to you." "Yeah. I gotta get going," he said trying to move. She slid in front of him again. She was like a boozey snake. She ran a hand through her short black hair. "You told me you had to make a phone call. You made it, so how's about we talk." She moved closer until he could smell her perfume as though it was being injected straight into his brain. "I could be real conversational. Unless you got something else you'd rather do?" She smiled at him and batted her eyelashes before breaking into a throaty laugh that made him want to call a cop. "Look, I'm sorry if I gave you the wrong idea, but I have to go home. My girl's waiting for me." He smiled at her, as if that explained everything and waited for her to let him go without a scene. The other midday patrons were glancing over at him as he tried to get out of there. The place wasn't that much different than it would have been at night, just sadder with all that dusty sunlight poking holes in everyone's hidey-hole. He saw old men who probably saw presidents come and go from their bar stools. He just wanted to go home and hold Anne. He needed to feel her against him. He'd only been away one night, but it was one too many. "I really have to go," he said, pushing her aside as gently as he was able. "It don't gotta be a big deal, honey," she said, pulling him by the elbow. She slithered closer until he could feel the eerie heat of her breath. "We can have some fun and you can run off home, and she'll never know." "Look, I've tried to be nice, but you don't seem to get it," he said. His voice was darker than before. He suddenly loomed over the woman and backed her up a step. Her hand let go of his arm and her eyes went flat as she considered what he was going to do. "I don't want to 'spend time' with you. I'm going home to a woman who doesn't make me want to puke. I'm leaving and I want you to forget about it." The frustration of the last couple days was spilling out as he back her down. He felt the muscles in his neck and back tighten up as his anger grew. "C'mon, sweetie. You don't have to be upset. Let me make you feel better," she said, trying one last time. "Look, fuck off, alright." He said it louder than he meant to. Everyone looked around. A few men snickered into their glasses. He saw her eyes dart back and forth as she went red with embarrassment. "No, you fuck off, junior. Go home to your little whore and just think about what you're missing." "My what," he said softly. His throat was tight. He felt the fluttering in his chest as he got angry. "Say it. Say it again." "Your whore," she said poking a finger into his chest. Everyone was watching. The TV played in the corner, filling the room with a high pitched static, occasionally interrupted by a laugh track. He looked at her face as she downed the last of her drink and set it on the table next to her. She looked around in triumph and turned back just in time to see his fist coming toward her nose. She dropped like a sack of potatoes. Some of the men came running from their tables. They looked angry and some of them shouted her name. Friends of hers, he thought. It didn't matter, he had enough mad to work off for everyone. * * * * "Where have you been," she said as the door opened. "I was starting to get worried that -" He shut the door behind him, holding his right hand up close to his chest. He had a piece of cloth wrapped around his knuckles. Blood had begun to seep through. His face had blood on it, and there was a small gash under his left eye. His shirt was torn at the collar and he winced as he sat on the couch. "Oh, my God. What happened?" She rushed over and held his injured hand. "Nothing. I just had a disagreement with someone." He pulled the bottom of his shirt up a bit, and sucked air through his teeth at the large bruises on his stomach. He touched them gingerly, yanking his fingers away almost immediately. "Several someones actually. This is turning out to be the worst Saturday I've ever had." "You were in a fight?" She sounded frantic. "What happened? Were you mugged?" "No." "Stay here. I've got to find something to clean you up." She rushed through the room, stepping over boxes and bags. He looked around and tried not to get angry all over again. The walls were bare. Not that there were normally many pictures of theirs anyway. They didn't have any family and they hadn't had any real friends since college. He sighed and tried not to scream as his stomach protested the action. "Here," she said, coming back into the room. She had a washcloth and a bowl of warm water. "Let's at least get the blood off." She dabbed gently at the gash under his eye. He tried not to jump too hard as the cloth touched his raw cheek. "Now, suppose you tell me what happened," she said. He told her. He wasn't going to, but then it was out. He told her about the woman and then her friends. By the time he was done, she'd finished with his face and had a large bandage on his cheekbone. "Oh, Cal, I'm so sorry. Did you win?" He smiled. What a magnificent girl, he thought. No yelling, no screaming about fighting. She just wanted to know if he won. He leaned over and kissed her quick. "If I wasn't already in love with you..." He sat forward and let her help him with his shirt. "Yeah, I won. I guess," he said, looking at his bloodied hand. She pulled his tattered shirt up over his good arm and helped him slide it carefully down the other and over his injured fist. "Alright, let's take care of this." She tensed when she saw how mangled his knuckles were. He felt her fingers tighten on his forearm and then release. "We don't seem to have an easy time of it, do we?" she asked as she soaked his hand in the bowl of water. "Nope." "Think maybe you were right? Maybe we should just call it quits?" she asked in a voice he remembered his mother using when he was a child. She let go of him and set her hands on her lap. "No." He pulled her to him with his good hand. "No, I wouldn't say that." "All right, then. Can we say that we won't even consider that again? No matter what?" "Yeah. Yeah, I think we can. I'm sorry, Annie. It's never been that I don't want to be with you. Fuck everybody else, I know who I love. It's always only been about making you happy." "And you didn't want to see me unhappy again. And that's the only reason, mister, that I let things like you saying we should go our own ways slip by. Otherwise, buster, you'd be in worse pain than this." She pulled his face down and kissed him long and hard. "I don't care what they say," she said, waving her hand to indicate the world outside. "I only care about you. Just because I don't wear a shirt advertising that you're my brother, doesn't mean I want to run at the first sign of trouble." "Got it." He leaned back and let out a slow breath. "Do you think we need to go to the emergency room?" "Nah. Just hurts. One of those bastards broke a pool cue across my stomach." "You get him back?" "He's the reason my hand hurts so bad." "Good enough." "Greatest woman in the world," he said loudly. They both laughed as she finished tending to his hand. * * * * "You sure you're ready for this?" she asked. She sat on the bed as she undid her bra. He pulled his shirt off and walked to where she sat. "Yeah. It's not so bad." His hand patted at the nasty looking bruise on his hard stomach. "Just sore." He held up his injured hand. "You'll have to help me out with my pants, though." She grinned as she scooted forward. She was such a vision of loveliness, he couldn't believe his fortune. If all he had to pay was a busted hand and a few cuts and bruises, he'd pay it whenever he had to. "You letting your hair grow long again?" he asked as he stroked his good hand through her tangled brown hair. It was nearly to her chin. "Uh-huh." She fiddled with the button on his jeans and brushed her hand against his hard-on as she slid the zipper down. "You like it long, don't you?" "Sure. I liked it short, but if you want a change..." "Just something different. Think of it, new place, new hair, I'll be positively cosmopolitan." He cupped her face as she smiled up at him. Her eyes pulled him in and wouldn't let go. He was hers until the day the earth came apart. That's what it would take to keep him from her. "You're so beautiful," he said, still locked on her eyes. She blushed and helped him pull his pants down. Something about watching a beautiful, naked young woman pull off his pants made Calvin crazy. "Do you think Mr. Dinkle is home?" "Hope so," she said, stomping her bare foot on the floor. She jumped up and down a couple times forcing nature to make glorious things occur all over her body. She ran and jumped on the mattress next to him, causing a loud squeak of protest from the box spring. "Let's be REALLY loud." She giggled and scooted up to the head of the bed. Calvin dropped over her, careful to keep his bad hand free. He dropped his elbow, keeping him from crushing her. She laughed and then kissed him as hard as she could. "Make me scream, monkey-boy." "Hoo Hah." He was inside her. Both of them let out grunts of pleasure. Calvin was still keyed-up from his fight that afternoon and found that he had plenty of energy to do as she wished. The head board slammed against the wall, and the box spring released a veritable symphony of sounds as they fucked like animals. He worried for a moment about being too rough on her, but then he felt her hands come up and lock on his hard neck. Her eyes were wide and burrowed right into him. She told him what to do just by looking at him. He ignored the soreness in his stomach and his back. He moved in and out of her like it was keeping both of them alive. He couldn't stop. She moaned and told him to fuck her harder. She screamed that she loved him. The bed was being driven into the wall and was almost bouncing on the floor. They had always been quiet in their lovemaking. After years of keeping it a secret at home, they grew accustomed to stifling the noises that were always at the back of their throat. Not this time. Not with the man responsible for kicking them out trying to sleep just ten feet below them. It wasn't romantic, it was fucking. It was his cock spreading her cunt, and it was animal pleasure burning in both of their bodies. She used her feet to push him away, and then she was up on her hands and knees, offering herself to him. He didn't caress her skin as he usually did. He didn't kiss her first. He lined up, held himself steady and slammed his dick into her cunt. The sensation of her ass bouncing against his stomach made him go harder. He laid his body over hers and reached under with his good hand and roughly rubbed her clit. Her arms started to tremble and then her shoulders were flat to the mattress. He pounded as hard as he could until they both screamed. He pulled out, leaving his cum to drip out of her cunt and onto the sheets. "We can buy new sheets, right?" he asked. "We'll let Dinkle keep these. For all the trouble." "Magnificent bitch." "We're not through here," she said, grabbing a fistful of his shaggy hair and pulling him down to kiss him. "I want more." She pushed him back and knelt between his legs. She took his half-hard cock in her mouth and nearly sucked his spleen though it like a straw. She grabbed his balls and gave them a squeeze. "You ready?" "You frighten me, Annie." He pulled her to him and they kissed and licked each other until she couldn't stand it any more. "Let's do it," she said wickedly. "I thought we were doing it," he said. "No, dummy. Let's do IT." She looked behind her and then to him. His eyes widened. "Are you serious?" "Uh-huh. I...ah, cleaned up back there earlier. No sense in being nasty about it." She leaned over and kissed him sharply before jumping up and laying down on her belly. She spread her legs just a bit and slapped a foot on the pillow. "You're sure?" He was all for the loud, rough sex in which they had been engaged, but he didn't want her doing something she really wasn't ready for. "Calvin, stick it in my ass, now." If he wasn't hard before he heard those words, he was like a rock after. He got over her and sat back a bit on her legs. He used his good hand to spread the lovely ass cheeks just a little. There it was. The last frontier. He dropped a large glob of saliva between her full cheeks and watched it slide down and land at the tiny hole. "C'mon," she said with a wiggle. He pushed at her asshole and watched his rigid dick slide in just until the head disappeared. She gasped and grabbed hold of the sheets. He waited until she relaxed a little, moving just the head, in and out until the rest of him started to move. He dropped another glob onto his cock and pushed in until he was buried up to his pelvis. It was a feeling unlike anything he normally had when fucking her. He didn't think it was better. There was a lot about it that just wasn't like being inside her wet cunt. But it was worth the wait. He started to pull out and then back in. Slowly at first, but then building to a real fucking rhythm. She grunted and moaned, basically alleviating any concerns he had for her comfort. When her hands reached back to pull her ass apart, he let go and really started to fuck her. If Dinkle was in anywhere in the city he was going to hear them that night. Anne let go of her ass and slid her hands under her body, rubbing in fast circles over her clit. When she finally came, he felt the walls of her ass clamp around his shaft tighter than he'd ever felt in her pussy. He managed two strokes as she screamed before he shot a burning load of cum in her ass. They spent five minutes catching their breath and just laying there with his still firm cock in her ass. By the time it softened enough to pull out, they were laughing and kissing like teenagers. She rolled off the mattress and led him to the bathroom. They stayed in the tub until the water turned cold. "Let's sleep in the living room tonight," she suggested as she dried him off. He looked at the messy, rumpled sheets and agreed. They walked past the mattress and walked naked in the moonlight to the living room. "Planned ahead, did we?" he asked. He saw the fresh sheets on the couch and the two pillows. "Hoped, I guess. I wasn't sure if you'd be up for it after this afternoon." "Have I said I love you?" "You've mentioned it." "So, where do you want to go," he asked as they laid down on the sheets. They didn't cover themselves in the warm summer night. "I was thinking maybe we just get out of the city. Not too far. But just a little. We could maybe look for a house?" "I think we could try that. Hell, between our jobs, we could get a nice little place and own it outright in just a few years. Davison is retiring next month, and I think I'm taking over." "That'd be a lot more money, right?" "Enough. More later, if I do well." "You will." "So, what kind of house do you want?" "Something with a fence. Nothing crazy, just a small white fence. I could put flowers along the edge." "I think I'll build a deck." "Really?" "Yeah. Big one. We can 'entertain' out there." "Ooooh, I think you should. We'll be the envy of the neighbors." She snuggled in closer to him. "I love you Calvin." "I love you too." They lay there and listened to the sounds on the street. She was stroking his arm and he had his good hand over one of her big breasts. She was starting to drift off when he spoke. "Man, I love holding your boobs." They laughed until tears streamed down their faces and then, looking forward to starting a new part of their life, they slept. END * * Author's note: I hope you enjoyed this third part. There are four total. As with all of my stories, I would like to thank you for taking the time to read them, and would encourage you to vote if you liked it, and any feedback is greatly welcomed. Thanks. Bob Clark Jr. Just Them Ch. 04 "This isn't exactly how I thought things would turn out," he told her. He reached out and scrambled the embers around, stirring a bit of flame. "You're worrying again," she said from her chair. She had her legs tucked up to her chest under her blanket. Her little fists held the soft flannel up to her face, covering her nose. Long, dark, tangled hair spilled around the gentle beauty of her face. He watched as a slender finger emerged from the blanket to scratch at the bridge of her nose. He saw her eyes on him from the flickering light over her face. Small creases formed and her eyes narrowed showing him that much of her smile. "I always worry." "I know. That's just your thing, you know." "Know me pretty good, huh?" "Oh, sure. I know all sorts of interesting things about you. I should write a book. Maybe I could be a writer." "At your age?" "I'm not old enough to have an 'age', Cal." "My mistake. You've got a whole 15 minutes before you enter an 'age'." "Damn right. I'll be an old woman," she said uncoiling from her chair and pulling it closer to the fire. The logs popped and snapped as he pushed at them with a long stick. He broke the dead limb into pieces and fed it to the dying flames. Her eyes met his and she hid her face in her blanket as she smiled. "30 isn't old," he said. "You have to say that, you turned 30 last year." She resettled in her chair and made quite a production out of tucking the blanket around her legs. "It's a horrible thing. I can never be in my twenties ever again." "30 is still young. Especially today. 30 is nothing." "Is that why you made the 'at your age' crack?" "I did no such thing." "I heard it." "I don't think I did." "Oh! You did so. You sat right there and said it." "That doesn't sound like something I would say. You must have it wrong. The cold is getting to you." "Such a terrible man. Saying mean things about me." He stood up and crossed the short distance to her chair. He could smell the scent of her hair as he dropped smoothly to his knees next to her. "As a teenager, you were the prettiest girl I'd ever known." "You didn't really know that many people," she said softy. She closed her eyes and sighed gently as he traced the elegance of her ear. "When we were in college, you were very attractive." His hand pulled her hair back and he ran his fingers over the back of her neck. "You...you studied too much," she said as her body warmed. "When we left school and started our lives, I used to think that it was amazing how good looking my little Anne was. I was seeing the woman you'd become. I wasn't sure when it happened." He pulled her up from her chair. His hands cupped her face. Her eyes were wide and alert. "That was then," she breathed. He smiled and kissed her. Her lips were warm, despite the chill autumn air. Her tongue moved slowly in his mouth. Both were breathing hard as they slowly stopped. "And now - now you are absolutely beautiful." His voice was little more than an exhalation of air. "More than I've ever known." "Cal..." She pressed against him and held him tight. Her breasts pressed close to his chest and before he knew it, they were backing toward the house. He fumbled with the buttons on her shirt as they climbed the steps of the deck. Her hands were pulling his belt loose as he opened the patio door. He spun her around into the house and slid the door shut, making it bounce in its track. She let go of him and grinned wonderfully as she turned to walk down the hall. Calvin pulled his shirt off as they made their way to the bedroom. She was only halfway down the long hallway by the time he reached her. He pulled her shirt open and lifted her bra over her breasts. Anne gasped at the feel of his mouth on her nipples. He pulled her down to the floor as the last of his clothes hit the carpet. She struggled out of her jeans, eventually kicking them in a bunch at her ankles. He was on top of her, covering her body with the warmth of his skin. She grabbed at him, grasping his hardness in both hands and wasting no time guiding him in. "I won't be long," she warned him. He could see it in her eyes. She was set to go off like Tijuana firecrackers. He slid inside her with ease. She lay under him with her ankles wrapped in denim and her knees splayed out. Her hands grabbed at her breasts as he pumped in and out of her. They were both better than they were as teenagers. She moved with him in just the right motion. He knew the spots that made her boil over with pleasure. She did things to him that made him feel like a kid again. Sometimes it was a battle to keep control and not lose it with her in the first minute. He tasted her neck and she moaned. Her eyes were closed as she rolled her head back and forth on the floor in the hallway. From the other room, he heard the TV they had left on after dinner. Applause and laughter filtered through the doorway. "Hurry," she whispered. Hurry, he thought. I'm doing all I can to wait, he wanted to say. But he knew what to do. He lowered himself until he was pressing right into her body. He ground up and down her clit as they fucked. That was all it took. Her teeth clamped together and her hands shook. Her felt her knees come up and lock around him, holding him tight inside her. He grunted and dropped his head next to hers as he came. "Happy Birthday," he told her. She didn't say anything. He felt her lips press softly to his neck and then he heard her give a clipped laugh. * * * * "We should really get some sleep," she said as they ate. She was sitting on the floor across from him, scooping pudding out of a little plastic cup with her fingers. Her eyes were bright and seemed to burn right through him. The corners of her mouth were turned slightly upward, remaining at least at a grin for how long he couldn't think. "Nah." Calvin sat forward, knocking an empty glass over as he brought his knees up. "Remember what mom used to do? She always used to let us call in sick to school." "I remember. She said that no one should have to miss a minute of their birthday. We'd stay up all night playing games." "She made a huge production out of them." "I missed that after she died." "Me too." "Is that why we're doing this?" "A little." "What's the rest?" "You're 30. I want you to remember this." "Well, I think I will." She looked around at the mess of empty containers and wine bottles. She wiped pudding off her bare belly with her thumb and offered it to him. He took it in his mouth and smiled. "So what now?" she asked. "What do you want to do?" "Sleep." "Sorry. What else?" "Can I ask you something, Cal?" "Sure?" "Why did you say that last night?" "What?" "That things didn't turn out the way you wanted?" "I didn't say that. I said I didn't think they would have turned out this way." He tilted his head along the wall and out of the way of a beam of sunlight that finally peaked around the corner. "What did you mean?" "I just thought we'd finally have a life outside this house, you know? I know you'd like to have something more." "Like what," she asked. She pulled her naked legs up to her body and hugged them tight to her chest. Her full breasts pressed into elegant ovals. "Friends." "We have friends." "No. We have people we work with who don't act like they don't know us. But that's it." "I'm happy." "Really?" "Sure. Aren't you?" "I'm not talking about me. I could go on with nothing, as long as I've got you with me. But I know what you want. You want what anyone would want." "Things are how they are, Cal." "No. Things are how they are, because of who we are." "Cal -" "It's not hard to figure out, Annie. People look at us and they can tell you're my sister. Best way to avoid problems is to avoid getting in situations where we have problems." "It's the life we live, Cal. I won't sit here and blame being in love with you for something as silly as not going out with people." "I don't bore you?" he said. It was what he'd dreaded for years. That he wasn't enough for her. "Bore-? God, no. How could you think such a thing?" She pushed herself from the wall and crawled over to lay her body against his. The feeling of her arms around him made the worry and the doubt melt away. "I just want you to be happy," he said as he kissed the top of her head. "Let's go out," she said, kissing his shoulder. "Suddenly, I want to do something." * * * * He watched her dance and weave her way through the crowd. Her body was like a dream. Her hip moved, making a line that snaked up her bare midriff. Her belly was smooth and drew eyes the way water draws a thirsty animal. Her smile was a great beacon in the midst of bodies and flashing lights of various colors. The music was a little more bubbly than he enjoyed, but she liked it. He'd been following her around town all day. Things he wouldn't do on his own if someone paid him. But she wanted to do them. That's what the night was about. Her. She smiled at people as she bumped into them, keeping her hands up and the drinks out of harm's way. "You look like you're having a good time," he said over the music. She sat in his lap and threw her arms around his neck. Her legs crossed prettily at the knees and her foot lazily moved to the music. "I'm very, very drunk," she said in his ear. She broke into laughter, throwing her head back and closing her eyes. Sweat beaded around her forehead. "I don't think you're that drunk," he said. His hands circled her slim waist. He ran a hand over her belly, up under the edge of her shirt, feeling the slick sweat that covered her hot skin. He remembered a time when she thought she was fat. He remembered a time when that was the least of her worries. "Maybe not drunk," she conceded, "but more than usual." She winked at him and grabbed her glass. The gold liquid slid around and then disappeared as she tipped it all back. "Well," she sighed, "I have decided that I don't want to be 30." "Really," he said, drinking his own glass down. "I know. It sounds like a drastic decision, but I've really thought about this." She turned to straddle him in his chair. She was just barely eye-level with his nose. "Go on." "I'm just going to be 25 again. I figure if I just accept that I'm 25, then my body will too." "Mind over matter?" "There you are. You should try it." "I don't think it'll work for me." "I don't know what to tell you, Cal. I mean, the decision is made." She smiled and leaned back until he grabbed her by the hands to hold her up. "What if I don't want the 25 year-old girl? I was just getting used to the 30 year-old woman. Had a lot of plans for her." "What kind of plans," she asked, pulling herself up to sit almost face to face. He leaned down and kissed her. She was warm against him. Her chest moved slowly against his as she breathed. "Cal...not here." "Nobody knows," he said in her ear. He tasted her earlobe, making her sigh before pulling his head back. "Besides, nobody's even looking." His mouth covered hers and he felt her relax. His hands slid down to the low waist of her pants. He let a finger drift down and graze the sensitive crevice between her cheeks. "Not here," she breathed. She got off his lap and straightened her shirt as she looked around nervously. She turned around and started for the exit. Cal wiped his mouth with his hand and took a breath before following her through the crowd. He passed a small table of college girls. They had been watching his display and smiled as he moved past. He winked at them, returning their smile. He could just barely hear their giggling as he was swallowed up by the crowd. He found her standing outside the door, twitching her hand anxiously as she waited. She rubbed at her arms in the suddenly chilly air. She looked his way and smiled. Her hand grabbed his and they were almost running down the block to their car. "Right here," she said. He looked around as she backed into the side of their SUV. She started to wrestle with the clasps of her pants. "What are you doing?" he asked. She looked up at him and gave him a patient stare. "It's my birthday, and I want to do something different." She went back to her pants and finally managed to get her fingers to do what she wanted. "Right out in the open?" He looked around. They were parked up against the side of a brick wall. He looked at the faded painting of a woman holding a bottle of beer, flaked and worn against the brick surface. "If you don't hurry up, I'm starting without you," she told him. She opened the side door, stepped out of her pants and kicked them inside. "Okay, okay. Climb in," he said. He started to undo his belt. "Sorry, baby, right out here. My birthday, my rules." She grinned, and suddenly she was stepping out of her panties. The smooth chestnut brilliance of her body was a disturbingly efficient engine of persuasion. "Jesus! Annie, we're right in plain sight," he said laughing. He moved to cover her from the open end of the parking space. "No one can see," she said, echoing his sentiment from the bar. Although, as he remembered, there were several people who saw. "Calvin," she cooed in his ear. She took his hand and pressed it to her pussy. His other hand moved to her ass, cupping a firm cheek in his fingers. "That's the stuff," she said. Her tongue flicked over his lips. "C'mon," she whispered, "just a quick one. We'll save the good stuff for home." He felt her laugh as she raised up on her toes. Her hands were already pushing his pants down to his thighs. "Hurry," she said, as she guided him in. He pushed into her, feeling her hands tighten around his neck. He could hear voices just twenty feet away. They moved on, fading to shadowy laughter, and then there was nothing. He pumped harder, pressing her up against the side of the SUV. She was breathing hard. She'd heard the voices, and he knew she'd thought the same thing he had. What surprised him was how it made both of them more excited. He wasn't an exhibitionist, but it was a bit thrilling. His hands were both under her ass, holding her in the air as she pulled her legs up along his sides. He felt her knees bounce against the back of his arms. She moved her arms around his chest, grabbing fistfuls of his shirt and pressing her face into his shoulder. She was grunting and moaning into his clothes. She was sweating in the chill air. Her skin slid along his, and made squeaking noises against the door of the SUV. Footsteps clacked louder and louder, coming near the rocking SUV. He couldn't stop. He and his sister were too close to stop. He heard a car door open and then shut just two spaces away. An engine turned over, red light filled the lot, and then it was gone. He heard her laughing between panting for air as they both realized how close they had come. He suddenly heard her suck in a sharp breath. "You ready?" "Now," she wheezed. "Do it." He lifted her up and then slammed into her, pressing as deep as he could, cumming into the familiar perfection of her cunt. * * * * "So, earlier, is that going to be a regular thing?" he asked her. She was tangled in a sheet and twisted up around his body. "I doubt it." "Good, because I don't think I could take it much more." "You liked it though, right?" "Oh, I liked it." "Good. I wonder if anyone knew what we were doing?" "Sweetie, the truck was lurching from side to side. I think they figured it out." "Well, it was my birthday, so I don't care." She slid around to lay belly to belly on his body. "It's still your birthday for another hour." He moved an arm out to scratch his thigh. Empty Chinese take-out cartons knocked into empty beer bottles. "You know," she said, "with the exception of the most wonderful time I've ever had at a bar-" "Thank you." "You're welcome. With the exception of that, all we've done today, is eat, lay around, and fuck." "There are kings who wished they did that." Her laughter was soft and it made him feel at peace with his life. When she spoke again, it was gentle and she sounded very sincere. "I want you to know something, Calvin. I want you to listen to me, because I'm being very serious." "Alright." "I love you. I love kissing you. I love the way you wake me up in the morning. I love sleeping in the same bed with you, and I would die if I didn't have you." She kissed his chest and ran her hands along his arms. "I'm telling you this, because I don't say it enough." "You say it plenty." "But there's something else I want to say. It's going to sound weird, even to you." "I'm listening." "We don't talk much about being blood." "No." "I'm not embarrassed." "Neither am I." "But I want you to know that I haven't put it out of my mind. I consider myself very lucky." "So do I." "I got to watch my husband grow up. We were there for each other our whole lives. All the cuts and scrapes and hurt feelings - you were there for me. You're a magnificent lover and husband. You've always been my best friend." She pushed up on her elbows, her hands together on his chest. He watched as she stared at him for almost a minute. He could see there was more she wanted to say. "But I never said that you were the best brother a girl could have. I just wanted to say that. I don't care about having a ton of friends. I never wanted that instead of you." "Annie," he started. "Annie, I..." "I just want you to know that I haven't forgotten that you're my big brother," she said. "I never replaced 'brother' with 'lover'. You understand?" "Yeah. Yeah, I do." He pulled her up, face to face and worked the sheet from around her body. "Do you still love me?" The way she said it made his heart sink. The concern in her voice made him angry that he hadn't done enough so that she would never have need to wonder about it. "Of course I do," he told her. His hand brushed the hair from her eyes. "Why-?" "Do you ever get scared? For no reason, you know, it's just there?" "Sure. We all do." "Promise?" "Sure, honey. Sure." He kissed her. "I'll never lie to you." "Got one more in you?" "I could fuck you forever," he said. "We could go into the bedroom." "Bedroom's way on the other side of the house." "Oh, my," she said, wiggling against him. "You're all set, aren't you?" "Just for you." All the worry dropped away. Everything was perfect. They rolled over, leaving her under him, staring into each other. He looked into her eyes as he moved gently inside her, and when she smiled - when her eyes lit up and her laugh filled him - he knew that this was it. This was the last time he would wonder. They weren't kids anymore. This was it. This was for the rest of their lives. * END * * Author's note: I hope you enjoyed this final part. Thanks for hanging in there through my foray into the world of sequels. It was different, time consuming, and I was attacked by wolves twice. As with all of my stories, I would like to thank you for taking the time to read them, and would encourage you to vote if you liked it, and, of course, any feedback is greatly welcomed. Thanks. Bob Clark Jr.