26 comments/ 98303 views/ 154 favorites Aidan and Katie Ch. 01 By: CABONE I wish to thank my editor drbob80. I asked him to undertake a very tedious project in editing this thing. I even asked him to help me figure out where to break it into chapters. He also pointed out a rather glaring series of errors related to the dialogue. He did his usual great job and I want him and everyone else to know how much I appreciate it. I undertook writing this in a different way than I have written my previous multi-part stories. I wanted the story completed before I submitted it, and it was. I will submit a new chapter about every other day until I have submitted all seven chapters. I knew how I wanted this to end when I started it and essentially had to fill in the blanks. It took a while. This is a story about adult siblings who are very successful in their professional lives, but in their personal lives...not so much. Their semi-dysfunctional personal lives bring them together and then the same dysfunction helps shape their happiness beyond their relationship. Their story develops before getting to any real sex. I have included the seemingly mundane details of their lives to give depth and context to the story and I hope I have conveyed their normalcy. But, along the way is something to interest everyone; incest, lesbian sex, anal sex, group sex and plain old heterosexual sex. There are some twists and turns that I hope you don't see coming. Please be patient and keep reading; I'm hoping that that you find the wait to be worth it. Thanks for reading... ******************** Aidan I was sitting at the end of the bar in my favorite place, Hayter's. Hayter's & Co. is a bar that caters to expatriate Chicago Bears fans in Denver. I lived in northern Indiana until my parents moved halfway across the country because of my Dad's job. My dad is one of those guys who deeply believe in loyalty to the sports teams with which you grew up. Consequently, I am a Cubs, Bears, Blackhawks and Bulls fan in Colorado. Anyway, I was sitting there; crying in my beer, not literally, but you know what I mean. No, it was not an Old Style, it was a Killian's. I had my eye on the Bears game on the big screen, but mostly I was staring into my beer. I was feeling more than a little depressed because my wife, the love of my life, and I thought I was hers, moved out yesterday. She came home from work on Friday night and told me she had fallen in love and was leaving me. "Aidan, I wasn't looking for this, it just kinda happened." Jeannie tried to explain, while holding hands with her new lover. "But, I don't understand..." I struggled with what was happening and what to say. I stood there looking at her. "We've been happy, or at least I thought we were. Where did this come from? We haven't stopped making love, or laughing together, or anything else. I really don't understand..." I kept repeating that I didn't understand...because I didn't. When I mentioned that we had continued to make love; her new lover, her lifelong best friend Karli, bristled in anger. Karli glared at me and her eyes flickered to Jeannie. I think I had said something that Jeannie didn't want Karli to know. "Aidan..." Jeannie started and I cut her off. "I didn't even know you liked girls." I said, whining a little. Jeannie said, "I don't." "Hunh?" I muttered, more than confused. "I love Karli," Jeannie said quietly. "I don't think about other girls." "Whatever," I said, suddenly very pissed off and quickly deciding what I wanted to happen. "If you're going, just go. I'm gonna leave here right now and be back around ten tomorrow night. Take anything and everything you want. This is a one-time offer. I don't care what you take, including my clothes, but what you leave is mine, don't expect to keep coming back to get whatever you think you've forgotten. I'll keep my car, you keep your car. We both know what is in the bank. You take half on Monday and we'll sell the investments and the house and split those, too. Just be gone by ten tomorrow night." Jeannie was crying and Karli was glaring at me. I glared back at Karli. "What?!?" I snarled. "Do you have something to say? You were her maid of honor, you stole her from me, and you have the audacity to be fuckin' pissed because I'm hurt and pissed? Fuck you, you miserable fucking cunt!" Karli went from looking pissed to looking nervous. That pissed me off even more. "Jesus Christ! I'm not going to hurt either one of you." I exploded. "So you don't need to be scared. Just make sure that I never see you again, you fucking cunt!" I spun on my heel and stormed out the door. Jeannie broke away from Karli and ran after me. "Aidan! Please stop!" I stopped at my truck; hand on the door handle. I took a deep breath before turning to face her. "What?!?!?" My vocabulary seemed to have taken a hit in the preceding half hour. Jeannie had still been walking toward me and abruptly stopped. "Aidan, I'm sorry, I really am. I still love you, but this thing with Karli is just so, so, so, I dunno, special." It took all of my self-control to respond calmly, although I allowed a hard edge to creep into my voice. The hard edge, it seemed, was enough to make her take a step back. "Jeannine Lucille Weatherford Cunningham, what we had was special, you know that. I love you with all my heart and I hope the special thing you have with Karli is for real. I really do. But, if after the endorphins from the first blush of lust and love have departed, you realize that you love me and want me back, remember this: Fuck You Jeannie and your special thing! Because, no matter how much I still love you, I will never able to trust you nor will I allow you to stomp on my heart again. I assume I won't need to see you ever again. This divorce will be legally amicable, but personally, it will be anything but amicable. Goodbye." I turned back and got into the truck. Jeannie stood there speechlessly allowing tears to stream down her cheeks. I checked into a motel and actually did not go home until this morning, giving her more than enough time to clear out. All of her shit was gone and about half of the furniture. She left me the bed, my home office was intact, I had the TV and my recliner, and the guest room was completely empty. The kitchen table and chairs her grandmother had given us were gone, but most of the silverware and cooking utensils were still here. In the master bedroom, the dressers were gone and all of my clothes were folded neatly on the bed. I laughed bitterly, that was surely Jeannie, if it had been up to Karli, I'm sure they would have been shredded. I called a realtor and scheduled a meeting for tomorrow. Even though Jeannie left the keys and the garage door opener on the breakfast bar, I planned to call a locksmith and a garage door company in the morning to change the frequency on the garage door opener. That's when I decided I was going to go to the bar and watch the Sunday night football game. ******************** The bartender, Elle, kept coming over to check on me and make sure I was OK and trying to cheer me up, but tonight I wasn't in the mood. Elle is a doll, and is hit on by every guy and some of the girls that come in the place, married, not married, whatever. She is a tall, lissome, willowy blonde with small breasts, maybe a large "A" or small "B", an absolutely perfect, firm, tight ass and long, long legs. She knows how to dress to show off her legs and ass, starting with tiny jean shorts. The shorts had the shortest zipper I had ever seen; it couldn't have been an inch long. They were fitted around the waist so that when she was wearing a midriff top, as she was today, the waistband was tight on her hipbones, but where her softly feminine abs sunk back, you could see the skin dipping into the shadows. I'm sure those shadows had inspired many a fantasy. Her legs always make me think of the term, coltish. I guess that's how I would describe her, coltish. I have always tried to be especially nice to her because I can see how it irritates her to fight off the slime that is always trying to slither into her jeans. She and I are buds. She flirts, but only because she knows I'm harmless. "Come on, Aidan, it cannot be that bad, can it?" Elle teased. "You've been staring into that beer all afternoon. You know the Bears are up, right?" I looked up at her and she was smiling at me. I sighed, "Elle, you're too sweet to me and I'm not gonna burden you with my problems. But, yeah, it is that bad." My head started to sag back down to my beer. Her expression changed to a sympathetic smile, from her usual sunny one. "Seriously, Aidan, I'm here if you need me." She reached over and patted me on the hand. Her hand stayed there a fraction longer than she normally would have left it. I looked up, but she was already moving on down the bar by the time I did. "She really likes you, you know?" I heard from my right. I turned around and my sister Katie was sitting there. "Where did you come from?" She giggled, "The same place you did, you dope." I just looked at her. "You know exactly what I mean." She smiled at me before leaning in and kissing me on the cheek. "Jeannie called me." I just stared at her. Elle walked back and said with a smile, "Isn't this going to be a problem for Jeannie? Pretty girls coming up and kissing you?" I stared at her, too. She just giggled. Katie said, "Well, first of all, Jeannie would not care, because she moved out. Secondly, it wouldn't matter anyway, I'm his sister Katie." Katie stuck out her hand. Elle took it and said, "Nice to meet you, Katie, I'm Elle." She turned to look at me. "That bitch left you?" She turned and looked at Katie. "What guy could be more appealing than our boy right here?" Katie laughed. "Not another guy, a chick!" "Bullshit!" Elle said, vehemently. Katie just smirked. "All right!" I said sharply and they both turned to look at me. "That's enough of talking about me as though I weren't here." Elle smiled and turned to walk away. "I'll leave you two alone." "Thanks, Elle." I said, smiling at her. "Just trying to help, Little Brother." Katie said, closing her hand on mine. I stared at her for a minute before asking, "Are you serious that Jeannie called you?" "Yeah..." She said softly. "Why? What did she want?" I muttered, still staring into my beer. Katie laughed; a sarcastic tone to the sound, "She's worried about you." It was my turn to laugh, "Really? She's worried about me? Please!" Katie put her hand on mine, and said, "Aidan, look at me." I lifted and turned my head to look at her. "I know you're really pissed at Jeannie. You should be and you have every right to be." She said softly. She picked up my hand and kissed my fingers before entwining her fingers with mine. "But, you should know that she still loves you. She really is worried about you and asked me to make sure that you're OK." I looked at her, stunned. "You're still friends with her?" I tried to pull my hand away and she held tight. "I didn't say that." She said. "I said she asked me to make sure you're OK. For me, it's about you, not what she wants. I'm here for you Baby Brother." I slumped down, staring into my beer again. "Katie, I, uhhh, Katie, I just don't understand. I thought we were happy, I was happy. I just don't get it. Did she tell you anything?" "She tried," Katie said softly, "but I didn't give her a chance. I told her what I thought of her and her friend, lover, whatever that bitch is to her. I told her that she didn't deserve you anyway." Katie leaned in and kissed me on the cheek again, her soft, warm lips lingering there. I recognized that her lips were soft and warm. I also realized that they felt very nice on my skin and that she hadn't immediately withdrawn. My sweet older sister was comforting me as she always had, holding tight to my hand, kissing me and compelling me to feel her love. She closed her other hand over mine and it felt as though she was willing me to feel better. After she had kissed me on the cheek she scooted closer and snuggled up to me, laying her head on my shoulder. The subtle aroma of the perfume that she had worn since we were kids wafted over me and made me relax. It felt like home and that I was in grade school again. Her right breast pressed up against my arm and the warmth from it radiated into my arm and throughout my body, settling in my groin. My dick twitched and I was startled by my reaction to her scent and touch. I leaned away, embarrassed. "What's the matter, Aidie?" She whispered, nudging me and calling me a name she hadn't used since we were kids. "Don't like Sissie touching you?" I laughed out loud. We hadn't called each other by those names in at least twenty years. She smiled and snuggled in even closer. "I knew you had it in you." She whispered and again kissed me on the cheek, her breast pressing even more firmly into my arm. I looked at her and her eyes were shining mischievously. I kissed her on her nose and she giggled. "Ok," I said, surrendering, "you win. I'll be nice... Sissie." "Good!" She said smugly. "Now, I don't want you to think about that bitch anymore! Is that clear?" "Yes ma'am!" I said briskly. Elle walked back over. "You look much better, Aidan. You sister obviously knows how to take care of you and make you smile and be happy." She reached out and put her hand over our clasped ones, looking first at Katie and then at me. "Maybe, she can teach me how to do that, sometime." She said softly, before turning back to her other customers. Katie nudged me. "I told you that she likes you." I smiled at her. "I don't think that I'm the only one she likes." Katie sat up and blinked in surprise. "Wh-wh-what do you mean?" I had to laugh, Katie was so shocked that I would suggest that Elle would have interest in her that she reverted to the stammer that she had as a small child. "What's the matter Sissie? Did that excite you?" It was my turn to be startled. Katie blushed and buried her face in my sleeve. She seemed to be genuinely embarrassed. "Katie?" I said gently. "What was that?" "N-n-nothing." She mumbled into my arm. "Come on Katie, what's up?" I asked. Katie stayed with her face buried in my arm, not saying anything. After a long few minutes she raised her head and looked at me, tears streaming down her cheeks. "N-n-not h-here, OK?" "Sure Katie, whatever you want." I said quietly. "Hey Elle?" I called. "Yes, Big Guy?" Elle smiled as she walked up. "We're gonna leave, Katie needs to talk." I said. "Could I check out?" "Sure thing, Aidan." Elle smiled. I paid her off and she smiled. "You guys take care of each other." She handed me my change and there was a note. 'Aidan, please give me a call when you're ready. I'd love to see you outside of this place. Give your sister a hug for me.' She had written her cell phone number on the note. I looked up and she was smiling at me. I smiled back, nodded and tucked the note in my wallet. Katie and I walked out of the bar and I stopped her. "Where are we going? We could go to my house, but I don't have any furniture other than a recliner and a desk chair." Katie smiled and looked back at me. "That's all she left you? A recliner?" "Well, she did leave me the bed." I chuckled. "But the recliner is the only comfortable chair. Unless you want to act like we did as kids and lay around on the bed." She laughed, "No, I don't think so. Let's go to my apartment." I smiled, "OK, do you want me to follow you?" "Yeah, it doesn't make any sense to leave a vehicle down here." She answered, walking to her car. I followed her the short distance to her townhouse. We walked in and she immediately went up and into the bathroom. While she was gone, I turned on the game, but muted it. I was happy to see that the Bears were still up. When she came out, she had changed into sweatpants and a short-sleeved sweatshirt. "I thought I'd get comfortable. Do you want a beer?" "Could I just get some water?" I irritated Katie by answering a question with a question. "Do you think you could answer a question directly? You've been doing that since we were kids." Katie tossed... well; actually she threw a bottle of water at my head. I caught the bottle and answered in a way that I knew would piss her off. "Doing what? What do you mean?" I'd been agitating her since we were kids, as well. She realized that I was fucking with her. "You asshole! Well, at least I know you're getting back to normal. You're 'Asshole Aidan' again." "Gee thanks, Sis," I grinned, "I love you, too." She just glared at me. "Asshole!" I just grinned the 'little boy caught at doing something wrong' grin that I'd used on her since we were kids. She never could resist it. "Sowwy, Katie." She came and sat in my lap and hugged me. "You really are an asshole, you know that?" I was happy with her in my lap, holding me. This was the opposite of when she would hold me on her lap when she was twelve and I was four. But, we switched after I spurted up when I was fourteen. She came home from her senior year at college and I was suddenly six inches taller than her. I tried to climb in her lap and nearly killed her. Ever since then, she'd been sitting in my lap when either of us needed comforting. Her lips were at my neck and she gave me a little kiss. "I know you're hurting Aidan, I just want to help." She murmured. "I know you do," I mumbled, my pain coming back in an instant. "I appreciate it." "Did you suspect anything?" Katie asked softly. "Was there anything wrong between you guys?" Tears started rolling down my cheeks, unbidden. I shook my head, unable to speak for a moment. She cradled my head in her arms and let me cry. We sat there quietly until I had regained some composure. "I suppose that I should have suspected something when she spent almost every Friday night at Karli's apartment. Karli's gay, but I never recognized that the love she had for Jeannie was anything more than friendship." My head was down as I recalled the last year or so. "Now, in retrospect, Karli has always had her hands on Jeannie." Katie reacted physically to that statement by stiffening. I smiled. "No, there was never anything obviously inappropriate." I said softly. "But, she was always holding Jeannie's hand, or had her arm around Jeannie's waist or shoulders. Even if they were sitting at the kitchen table, Karli would pull her chair around to sit right next to Jeannie. She would have her hand on Jeannie's arm, or lying on Jeannie's leg. It didn't seem to mean anything at the time, but all of that physical contact had to have had an effect on Jeannie." "I don't want to pry, but how was your sex life?" Katie whispered in my ear, her breath warm and her lips brushing my ear. I flushed in embarrassment as my dick twitched at the light contact of her warm, soft lips with my ear. I squirmed a little, shifting her butt to my thigh, away from my crotch. "That's the thing. It was terrific..." I trailed off, thinking about Jeannie's behavior over the last several months. "But...?" Katie prompted after a few quiet moments. "I just realized that Jeannie would be all over me, every time Karli had been there." I spoke, reasoning out loud what had obviously been brewing in the back of my mind. "You know, I think the physical contact with Karli was having an effect on Jeannie. She was horny as hell every time Karli had been there. She would attack me as soon as the door closed. I never put it together, though. I didn't realize it before now, but Karli spent very little time at our house over the last six to eight months. The time they spent together was away from our house. Even though we still had sex, it wasn't as frequent or as passionate as it had been, but not by much. If I were to put a number on it, before then we had sex about five to six times a week." Aidan and Katie Ch. 01 Katie had been silent as I worked through this but she sat up and looked at me, raising her eyebrow. "What are you? A rabbit?" "What?" I didn't know what she was talking about. "Never mind," she muttered, "just go on." "But, in the last six to eight months we only had sex about three to four times a week, sometimes only twice. But, I guess in the last couple of weeks it was more like once or twice." I sat back in wonder. "It dropped off so gradually, I never even noticed it." I looked at Katie, sadly. "How can you be so uninvolved in your own life that you don't notice something like that?" Katie sprang off my lap. My head snapped back in surprise as she slapped me, hard. I looked up at her. Her eyes were bright, shining in anger. "Don't. You. Dare." She slowly enunciated each word. "Don't you dare blame yourself Aidan Lee Cunningham! I know you; I know that you treated Jeannie like a princess. You treated her the way I want to be treated, the way any woman dreams of being treated. You. Did. Nothing. Wrong." She grabbed my chin. "You got that, Mister?!?" I laughed out loud. She was trying to sound like Dad and she succeeded fairly well. I stood up and picked her up in a big hug. "Thanks, Sis," I said, "I needed that." I leaned down, meaning to kiss her on the cheek and at the last instant she turned into my lips. The kiss started out as a brother-sister kiss, but quickly morphed into something more as her hands went to the back of my head. Somehow, suddenly her tongue was in my mouth, her legs around my waist and my hands on her ass. She was squirming against me, her crotch on the unexpected bulge in the front of my pants. I think I realized what we were doing when I thought 'Hey, she's not wearing panties'. Quickly, my dick was an iron bar in my pants as I realized what I was doing to my sister. I pulled my lips from hers and pulled her away from my body. Her eyes were still closed as I pulled her away and they flew open in surprise. "Aidie? What's wrong?" Katie asked in a tiny voice as I set her gently on the floor. "I, I...I," I mumbled as I ran for the door. I heard her calling as I got into my truck and spun the tires in the gravel at the edge of her street. I glanced in the rear view mirror and she was standing in the door with her face in her hands. I was about a block away when my cell phone rang. I looked down; Katie. I can't do this, not right now. I muted the ringer. The phone beeped a moment later, she'd left a message. Then about five minutes later it rang again. Katie again. I muted it again. Again, she left a message. The pattern repeated all the way home. She called six times. I pulled the truck in the garage and went into the house. I checked the land line. I knew why it took five minutes between cell phone calls. In between the calls, she called my house. I punched in the code and listened on the land line. "Aidan, call me back. Please. I'm sorry. Please call me back." There were five messages on the voice mail; they were all essentially the same. I listened to the cell phone messages. Those too, were the same. The only real difference in any of the messages was the rising desperation in Katie's voice. While I was listening to the last message on the cell, the land line rang again. I decided I'd better talk to her. I didn't look at the Caller ID, I just picked it up. "Katie, I'm sorry, I just can't do this right now." I paused to listen to what she had to say. "Aidan, what did you do to your sister?" I thought, 'Oh crap, she called Dad.' "D-d-did K-K-Katie c-c-call y-y-you?" I stammered. "Yes, she did. Now what did you do to her?" Dad was insistent. "Not now, Dad." I said, a little shortly. "I will call her and take care of this." "Fine!" He said, pissed. "If you're not going to tell me, then let me talk to Jeannie." 'Oh crap!' I thought again. 'Not now.' I hadn't thought to tell my parents. They loved Jeannie as though she were one of their own. I thought briefly about not telling him, but I knew that I couldn't do that. "Dad, get Mom on the extension." He started to ask why and I cut him off. "I'm only gonna do this once Dad, if I tell you, and you tell Mom, she will have a million questions to which you won't have answers and, seriously, I'm only gonna do this ONCE!" He heard the firmness in my voice this time and I heard him tell Mom to pick up the extension. "Aidan? Aidan what's wrong?" I heard the concern in Mom's voice. I almost started crying again. I took a deep breath. "OK, here it is. Jeannie left me." I heard Mom start to say something and I overrode her. "She left me for Karli. No, she did not leave to just move in with Karli, she left me for Karli. They're lovers." I waited for the questions. Dad was Dad. "Gosh, that's terrible son. I'll let you talk to Mom." He hung up and was gone. I had to smile, in matters of the heart; Dad was pretty close to worthless. Mom truly stunned me. "Aidan, I know you're hurting, but I'm surprised it took this long." "Huh?" Eloquent, I know. "You probably hadn't put any thought into it, but do you realize that Karli has been at every family function since you guys got married?" Mom spoke gently, but firmly. "Uhhh, no, I uhhh..." I was speechless. "Karli hardly let Jeannie out of her sight." Mom said. "She always had her hands on Jeannie somewhere. For the last five years I have watched this and in the last year knew you were headed for heartbreak. Karli has always looked at Jeannie with such love and tenderness that I knew that eventually Jeannie would be worn down. In the last year; the looks Jeannie exchanged with Karli were so intense that I knew they were no longer just friends." I was suddenly as pissed at Mom as I had been with Jeannie. I exploded, "You knew? You knew and you said nothing?!?!? How dare you?" I could hear Mom start crying and I immediately calmed down and apologized. "Mom, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have screamed at you." I heard Mom take a deep breath as she said, "It's OK Aidan. It was the hardest thing I have ever done in my life." "Why, Mom?" I mumbled. I listened as the phone beeped; stopped beeping and then my cell phone started ringing again. "Because when you looked at Jeannie and she looked at you, I saw the same things that I saw between Jeannie and Karli." Mom said. "I thought you might choose Jeannie over us if I said anything and she denied it. I took a calculated risk. I also hoped that Jeannie might choose you over Karli and then I might have ruined your lives over nothing. I was in an impossible spot." I was quiet for a minute as I thought about what she had said, and then I answered, "I am truly sorry, Mom. I should've known that you were trying to protect my happiness. Thank you for that." "That's OK, honey." Mom said gently, before her voice hardened. "Now, what did you do to your sister?" I sighed. "It was a misunderstanding; I'll fix it, Mom." "You'd better." Mom said fiercely, and then chuckled softly. "You can't afford to piss off another woman who loves you." "Nice Mom, really nice." I laughed back at her. "OK, honey." She said softly, "Now call your sister." I laughed again, "Yes Ma'am. Bye Mom." "Bye Sweetie." Mom said before she hung up. What a fuckin' day. I went and got a beer and threw myself down in the recliner. I looked at the land line phone and realized there was something else I needed to do tomorrow, change the phone number. I didn't want to keep dealing with Jeannie's friends and family. I picked up my cell phone and pressed the picture of Katie sticking her tongue out at the camera. Her number was on seven of the last eight calls. I took a deep breath and waited for her to answer. "Aidan?" Katie's voice was tiny and scared. It broke my heart. "Katie, I'm sorry." I wanted to apologize first thing. "It was my fault and I shouldn't have run out on you." "You did nothing wrong, Little Bro'," Katie said softly. "I should have realized how vulnerable you were feeling and I took advantage of you." That made me laugh out loud, harshly. "You took advantage of me? That's funny, because if you knew what was in my head, you'd kill me." She giggled, "That probably makes us even, then..." I was shocked, "What!?!?" She giggled again, "How 'bout we call it mutual loneliness, despair, whatever and ignore what happened. OK?" "Fine by me." I mumbled. "Alrighty, then." She giggled again. "Are you coming back tonight?" I sighed. "I don't think so, Sissie. My nerves are shot and I'm gonna go crash. Could we have lunch or dinner this week sometime?" "I'll tell you what Baby Brother," Katie said brightly, "Come over Wednesday night and I'll make Mom's beef stroganoff, OK?" I smiled; Katie knew how to get me. "That sounds great, Katie, Thanks. I love you and I'm sorry." "Don't worry, be happy. I love you, too." She answered. "Who're you? Bobby McFerrin?" I said and heard her laughing as I ended the call. I went into the bedroom and moved all of my clothes from the bed onto the floor. Then I crawled in bed and closed my eyes. I immediately opened them as Jeannie's scent overwhelmed me. 'OK, this has got to go.' I thought. I got up and looked in the linen closet. She had left me one complete change of sheets. I smelled them and they smelled like fabric softener, not Jeannie. I put the old linens in the washer and started the machine. Then I went in, put the new linens on the bed and crawled back in. I think I passed out, because the next thing I knew, the alarm on my phone was going off. ******************** I called my boss and explained the situation and took a couple of days off. I could take care of a lot of business on my smart phone and laptop, so he told me to take my time. I took care of all the things on my list on Monday. A locksmith and the garage door guys were done by noon and then I went to the bank. Jeannie had been there and taken half, down to the penny. I opened new accounts and transferred the money. I called the broker and explained that we wanted to liquidate. I gave him my email address as well as Jeannie's and told him to do the best he could and to let us know the results. The real estate broker came by about six and I explained the situation to her. She said we were probably in pretty good shape to sell. The neighborhood was stable and desirable so we ought to be able to move the house fairly quickly. I told her I wasn't in a big hurry and didn't want to take a bath on the sale and she understood. By eight there was a sign out front. Before she left she told me I ought to start looking for someplace to live, a fellow broker from her office knew that she was coming to this neighborhood and told her that he had a couple that might be interested, they wanted to move into this neighborhood. She called about ten minutes after she left and asked if the couple could come by first thing in the morning. They wanted to see the house before anyone else. I said I didn't have a problem with that, but my clothes were going to be on the bed. She laughed and said "Just don't leave your underwear out, OK?" "No problem," I said, "I'll just put them in the truck. But I hope I don't get stopped by a cop. 'No officer, I'm not a pervert, my mom always told me to have new underwear on, in case of an accident. I wanted to be prepared, just in case.'" "You're nuts, you know that?" The agent laughed. "Yeah, probably." I muttered and said goodnight. I set the alarm for six, mostly because I wasn't sure what 'First thing in the morning' meant to other people. As soon as I got up, I picked up and put away anything and everything that was out of place and vacuumed. The house looked pretty good. I took a shower and by seven was sitting in my office drinking a cup of coffee and checking my email. I took care of a couple of minor things that had cropped up yesterday and completely forgot that people were coming. I was focused on a letter that I was writing and the doorbell scared the shit out of me. I looked at the clock and I had been working for about an hour and a half. I let them in and asked if it was OK to stay in my office working while they looked. The couple said that was OK with them, but the agent didn't look happy and made a couple of snide comments. I really didn't pay attention to them and when they came into the office, I grabbed my coffee and laptop and went out onto the patio. The agent looked surprised but I didn't care what he thought. My agent called while I was on the patio and asked how it was going. I told her honestly that I had been working and wasn't paying attention, so I couldn't tell her anything. We hung up and shortly thereafter they came out to look at the backyard. I moved back into the office. They came in a few minutes later and said they were leaving. I heard the front door close and got another cup of coffee and went back to work. The doorbell rang again and I figured there was something that they had forgotten to check out. It was just the agent. "I owe you an apology for my behavior earlier." He said. "It's been my experience that when a homeowner stays during a showing, they want to interject themselves into the tour. Not only did you not do that, you went out of your way to stay out of the way. I appreciate that and I am truly sorry." "It's no problem." I smiled. "I don't know shit about selling a house, so I figured I would just be in the way. You're the expert, not me." "OK," He said. "Thank you for being understanding." I called a divorce attorney a little later in the morning. One of his paralegals explained what would happen from here. I made an appointment for later in the week. My agent called later in the morning and said we had a full price offer. It made me nervous that we may have underpriced the house. She assured me that wasn't the case; the buyers loved the house and didn't want to risk losing it. She emailed me the latest sales in the neighborhood. Our house was actually about ten percent higher than the highest price of any of the homes that had sold in the last year. Then she said she had good news and bad news. The good news was that the lady had a good sized inheritance and this was going to be a cash sale. The bad news was that they wanted to move in starting this coming weekend, even if we hadn't closed. They were willing to pay me two hundred dollars a day from the time that they moved in until we closed on the sale. I would need to get an apartment really fast or stay in a hotel. I told her that it was fine, bring me the papers and I would sign them. She would have to get Jeannie's signature on her own. I emailed Jeannie and told her the whole thing, giving her the agent's email address and telling her that the agent would be contacting her. I copied the agent. About ten minutes later my phone rang, it was Jeannie. "Wow! That was fast." Jeannie said. "Are you sure it wasn't underpriced?" "The agent showed me the sales for the last year, so I don't think it was." I said. "I just emailed you the comparative sales, so you can see we didn't get screwed. In fact, I think we did well." I heard her email chime and she agreed that we had done OK when she looked at the other prices. "Aidan?" She said quietly. I knew that tone. "What?!?" "Are we OK?" She whimpered a little. "No, we are not." I said shortly. "But, maybe we can be, OK?" I softened my response. I didn't want her to refuse to sign out of spite. "OK." She whispered. "I'll sign this thing... Aidan?" "Yes, Jeannie." I said; a little exasperated. "Where are you going to live?" She asked with a question that surprised me. "I'm not sure." I answered truthfully. "I'll probably do a hotel until I decide what I want to do." "Oh." She said. "Isn't that going to be expensive?" "Yes, but I thought I'd use the two hundred dollars a day that the buyers are providing until closing." I explained my thoughts. "Unless you have a problem with that and want half of that money." "No, no, no, that's OK. I just wondered if you had anywhere to go." Her voice kept getting quieter and quieter. "I'll be fine, Jeannie. Don't worry about me." I said resignedly. "But I am worried about you, Aidan." I could barely hear her at this point. "Jeannie, I don't mean to be harsh, but I ceased being your concern about five o'clock on Friday night. Although I suspect it was much longer ago than that." I said. "Don't worry about me, Jeannie; I'll be fine, if there's nothing else, goodbye." I heard her sniffle as she said goodbye. She was driving me crazier now than she ever did while she had been here. I called Katie's cell phone and got her voice mail. She was probably in class. I don't call her much during school days and I occasionally forget that she can't answer the phone. I left her a message to call me. Then I called my boss and filled him in. I asked if I could take the rest of the week because I needed to get packed up. He laughed. "I'll give you one thing Cunningham, when your life changes and you need to adjust; you don't fuck around. Take whatever time you need. Did you get a chance to look at that Frank Evans thing?" I thanked him for being understanding. I also told him that I took care of Frank Evans in an emailed letter this morning. We should have a resolution on the contract by weeks end. "Now you're just showin' off." He laughed and hung up. I went down to a pack and ship store and bought a bunch of boxes. Then I went to a storage facility and rented a storage space. The terms were month to month so that when I found a place, I wouldn't be on the hook for a long term lease. The monthly rental was higher than if I signed a one-year lease, but the total would be less than if I had to pay for an entire year. I figured at worst I would need it for a couple of months. When I got home I changed into basketball shorts and a tee shirt and started packing my office up. I had been at it for a while when my phone rang. It was Katie. "Hey, Little Bro', how you doin'?" I laughed, "Who are you, Joey Tribbiani?" She giggled, "At least you got it!" "You're nuts, you know that?" I said happily. "You called?" She asked. "Yeah," I answered, "I sold my house." "You did what?" Katie gasped. "I sold my house." I smiled, "I listed it last night. There was another agent in my agent's office that had a couple who want to live in this neighborhood. They looked at it this morning, made a full-price offer and I accepted it. I talked to Jeannie and she's on-board, too." "Uhhh, Aidan, uhhh, did you, uhhh..." Katie was being surprisingly inarticulate. "Katie," I said with a little exasperation, "I know what you're so delicately attempting to ask. The agent showed me the sales for the last year, in this neighborhood. We were about ten percent more than a house that sold a couple of streets over a couple of weeks ago, and that was the highest in the last year." "Oh, OK," Katie sighed. "I was afraid that you were uhhh..." A light blinked on in my head, I thought I knew what she was worried about. "Jesus Katie!" I blew up. "Do you think that little of me that I would take less money on the house to screw Jeannie?!?!" "N-n-no, Aidan." Katie whispered. "I was concerned that you were moving too quickly just to get out of that place that now has mixed memories for you. Do you think that little of me that I would think that little of you?" I felt horrible. "Geez, Katie, I'm sorry. I guess I thought I was handling this OK. Maybe there is some residual emotion in this for me and you seem to be the recipient when I need to pop off." She giggled a suggestive giggle. "I'll say..." It took a moment to catch up to her thinking. "Oh Katie, you're bad... you're very bad..." Aidan and Katie Ch. 01 The silken purr that came out of the phone made my dick twitch, "You have no idea, Little Bro'..." "Katie!" I gasped. The laugh that came out of the phone was just as silky, but the words weren't. "I'm just messin' with ya, Aidan." She laughed again, only this time her laugh sounded more...well, more Katie. "Katie, are you actually talking like this at school?" I was a little shocked. "No, I'm on my way home." Katie said, sounding a little surprised. "Are you sick or something?" I asked, suddenly worried about her. "Aidan, what the hell are you talking about?" Katie sounded very confused. She wasn't the only one. "Shouldn't you be in school?" I was seriously confused. "No, you dumb ass, it's like five thirty!" Katie exclaimed. "Are you OK?" "It's that late?" I had completely lost track of time. I had been steadily working since about noon. I looked around my office and it was nearly completely packed up. I had no idea I had accomplished so much. "Yeah, Baby Bro'," Katie giggled, "It's that late. Have you been napping?" "No," I laughed. "Evidently, I've actually been working my ass off. My office is packed up except for the printers." "Holy shit!" Katie laughed again. "You really want out of there, don't you?" I paused, realizing I hadn't told her the whole story of the sale. "I guess I didn't tell you everything. I have to be out by Friday night." I explained the rest of it to her. "So where are you going to go?" She asked quietly. "I actually thought about crashing with Dave (my best friend since moving to Denver), but Reagan just moved in with him and I thought that might be awkward. I didn't want to put him in that position." I explained. "So, I'm just going to use the rent money, don't worry, I cleared it with Jeannie, as well as some of my travel points and stay at the Marriott." Katie didn't hesitate. "No, you're not!" She said firmly. "Not when you've got family around." "I am NOT moving back with Mom and Dad!" I said just as firmly. Katie laughed. "Sometimes, you are such a thick-headed dumbass! I meant you could move in with me until you find a place. Julie's old room is completely empty since she got married. Well, not completely, she left her bed and dresser. I've also got some shit in the closet, but you can move in there until you decide what to do. That way all you need to bring is your clothes." I wasn't sure that this was a good idea. "Katie, are you sure?" "Yes, I'm sure." Katie's voice changed back to the seductive tone from earlier. "It'll give us a chance for some alone time." "Katie!" I answered, shocked once again. She couldn't hide her joy at having drilled me. She laughed long and hard. She actually started coughing because she was laughing so hard. "You are soooo easy, Aidie." She started coughing again and I was concerned. "Katie? Are you OK?" She didn't answer for a moment and finally, I heard her breathing return to normal. "I'm fine," she said. "Do you need help packing?" "No, I don't," I said, chuckling, "but if you're volunteering, I won't turn you down." "OK," she said, "have you eaten anything today?" I thought about it for a minute. "No, I guess I haven't. I've been so busy, I didn't think about it." "You shouldn't do that Aidan." Katie said sternly. "OK, Mom." I answered sarcastically. "That had better be the last time you call me that!" She wasn't laughing. "Sorry Katie, it won't happen again." I said contritely. "That's better." I could hear the smile in her voice. "I'm going to stop at home and get changed. Then I'll pick up some Chinese. What do you want?" "If you don't mind, now that I have realized I haven't eaten, I've gotten really hungry. Could you get some shrimp toast and shrimp lo mein?" I asked. "That sounds good," Katie said, "I'll get some General Tso's, too and we can share." "Cool, I'll see you in a little bit, then?" I asked. "Yeah, I should be there in about an hour. I'll see you later." Katie hung up. Since the office was packed up, I started carrying the boxes to the garage. I wanted everything out in the garage as soon as possible. That way, as I cleared each room, I could clean it up and close the door as I got done. I figured by Friday night I would be able to just walk out of the door. By the time Katie got there, the office was empty and I was vacuuming. I looked up at the door to the office and Katie was standing there. I almost choked. She had on a pair of skin tight volleyball shorts, probably left from her time playing in college, and a v-neck tee shirt, obviously braless. Her c-cup breasts were swaying under the shirt and the air conditioning had her nipples making little tents on the front of the shirt. She had her shoulder length, lustrous brown hair with golden highlights pulled back in a ponytail. She was looking like my sexy big sister from high school again and in an instant, I was sporting serious wood. This was gonna be tougher than I had imagined. "Hey, Sis." I said, smiling. "How you doin'? She smiled, "Fine Joey, how you doin'?" "Better now," I smiled and walked up and gave her a hug and a kiss on the cheek. I felt her breasts crush against my chest and my dick twitched again. The thin shorts did little to mask the movement between us and I felt her smile. "Come on, Aidan," Katie said as she grabbed my hand and dragged me toward the kitchen. "I'm starving and I'll bet you are, too." I followed behind her and tried not to stare at her perfect, heart shaped ass. I failed and was caught when she turned around. I felt myself turn beet red and she just smiled. "Come on, Aidan," she said sweetly, "get some plates and I'll get the food out." "Are paper plates OK?" I asked. "I really want to keep the mess to a minimum." "Sure," my big sister said sweetly. As we got our plates ready we munched on the shrimp toast and then I grabbed a couple of beers from the fridge. I turned around from the counter and realized that the table was gone, as were the chairs. I didn't know what to do. I looked helplessly at Katie. She grinned. "What now?" "Uhhh, do you want to go sit in the living room?" I asked, a little embarrassed. She grinned again. "Then what? You sit in the recliner and try and balance that stuff on your knees? Or we could drag the desk back in from the garage and one of us could sit in the recliner and one could sit in your office chair." I made a face. "I don't want to bring stuff back in." "I know you don't," she smiled. "Why don't we set up a picnic on your bed?" "M-m-my b-b-bed?" I gulped. "Yeah," she said, "it's softer than the floor and you have a TV in there." "O-O-OK." I mumbled. "What is wrong with you?" Katie nudged me as we carried our dinner into the bedroom. The nightstand was still in there, I'd forgotten about that. We set our stuff on it and Katie dragged one of the sheets out of the dryer and put it over the bedspread, in case we spilled. We pulled the nightstand out so it would be easier to eat. She was on the other side of the table and I could see all the way down her tee shirt to her belly. Her pink nipples were hard and full and I wanted to reach out and touch them. Katie sat down and I sat so that I was far from her as I could be and still reach the food. She gave an exaggerated look at the space between us, giggled and asked, "Are you scared of me?" "No," I said honestly. "I'm terrified of you." She almost spit a mouthful of lo mein across the room as she laughed. She gained control of herself well enough to chew the food and swallow. "Why?" She asked after taking a swallow of beer. "The kiss." I said, simply. "What do you mean, The Kiss?" She asked, seriously. "You know perfectly well what I mean." I said with a note of exasperation in my voice. Then I noticed the little grin. "You're just fuckin' with me now." "Mayyybeee," she said, teasing some more. "OK, seriously," I said, blushing and grinning. "We need to talk about that kiss. I know we said we would ignore what happened, but that's not workin' for me. What was up with the kiss? It was uhhh, well, uhhh, wow..." It was Katie's turn to blush. She looked into my eyes, but neither of us could hold the gaze. We looked away at the same time. Katie put her plate on the nightstand and slid off the bed and knelt in front of me, sitting on her heels. She put her hands on my thighs and looked into my eyes as she spoke, "I know it was great, Aidan. That's why I threw myself into it so much. I've been lonely since Julie left. I haven't had any physical contact since then and being in your arms just felt so good. It was just, I don't know, so, right..." I sat quietly for a moment while I processed Katie's words. Slowly, something she said pushed everything else out of the way. I glanced away from the earnest look on Katie's face. I felt her move and looked back. She had rocked up onto her knees and I could see down her tee shirt again. My dick jumped and I almost lost my train of thought. I dragged my eyes up to her eyes and there was a little twinkle there. "Katie, I've a question, but I don't want you to get freaked out..." I hesitated. Katie had moved up so that her boobs were resting on my knees and her hands had slid up to the tops of my thighs, under the hems of my shorts. My dick was filling with blood and I could feel it growing once again. "Yeeeessss?" Katie teased, "What is your question? I promise I won't get freaked out." I took a deep breath. "You said you haven't had any physical contact since Julie moved out. What does that mean?" Her eyes got big and she gripped my thighs. She blushed, but didn't look away. "Does that mean..." I let it hang. She held my gaze and she nodded, slowly. "Julie and I were together for about four years. We weren't out, as it were, but we didn't hide it." She did air quotes as she said out. "I guess I'm confused." I said. She smiled, "About???" "If you and Julie were together, why did she get married to a guy last year?" I asked. She smiled, "I just told you that I was in a lesbian relationship and Julie's marriage is what confused you? It doesn't bother you that I just confessed that I like girls?" I was even more confused. "Why should your sexual preferences bother me? I could give a shit about who you love. You're my Sis and I just want you to be happy and if it's with another girl, who am I to judge?" Katie laid her head in my lap and hugged my waist. "You're too sweet, Aidie." Her cheek was resting on my semi-erect cock and that just exacerbated my problem. Every second she was in contact with my cock, the harder it got. I squirmed a little, trying to pull my dick away from my sister's face. "Uhhh, Katie..." I mumbled. "Mmm-hmmm," she answered, rubbing her cheek on my bulge. She obviously wasn't moving, so I tried a different tack. "Katie, when we left Hayter's, you got embarrassed when I said that I thought Elle liked you." I said. "Then you said, 'Not here.' What was that all about? Was that about your liking girls?" She sat back up and looked at me briefly, before looking away. "Yes." I was confused as to why she made a big deal out of it at the bar, but I just let it go. "OK, then let's back to my question." I was relieved that she was no longer resting her cheek on my throbbing cock, so I asked about Julie again. "If you and Julie were together for four years, why did she get married?" Katie sighed. "You're not going to let this go, are you?" I grinned a little and shook my head. "OK, the longer Julie and I were together, the more she felt she was missing something." Katie said, while studiously avoiding looking at me. She withdrew her hands from my legs and folded them in her lap. "I loved her...love her...a lot." It was then that I noticed her pretty golden brown eyes shining with tears. "Katie, I'm sorry, I didn't think that..." She reached up and grabbed my hands in hers. "No, Aidan, it's OK, I need to tell somebody... no I need to tell you all of this. She decided that she was missing the feeling of being filled with a-a-a d-d-dick. Up until then, we loved each other with lips, tongues and fingers. We didn't use toys. I really don't like toys. So, in order to fill her need..." Katie giggled at her unintended double entendre. "We bought a strap-on and I started using it on her." Katie's voice broke and she sobbed. I slid to the floor and held her. "I really h-h-hated using that thing on her, but she seemed to enjoy it. I thought that w-w-we w-were OK. The next thing I knew, she said she was g-g-going out on a date with Ric. She came home to me, but she said she really liked him. We made love that night, but it wasn't the same...it was never the same." The tears were rolling down her cheeks and she was sobbing and she buried her face in my lap. "She said that everything was OK, b-b-but I-I-I knew it w-w-wasn't." Her continued stammering was all I needed to know that she was really hurting, but she had never shown it before. "She stayed home for a couple of w-w-weeks, but then said she was going out with R-Ric again. When she came home, we d-d-didn't make love. They went out again and again and again. One night she came home with a ring and told me she was in l-l-love. I told her I-I-I w-w-was t-t-too, b-b-but sh-she d-didn't c-care. It w-was o-o-over. She moved out of our b-bedroom that night and out of the apartment about two weeks later. They got m-m-married six months after that. She w-wanted me to be her m-maid of honor, but I couldn't do it. I haven't seen her, or spoken to her and I've been alone ever since." "Katie," I said softly, "why didn't you say anything before now? I don't know what I would've done, but I would've done something, anything to make the hurt go away." She whispered, "Make it go away... make it go away now, Aidie." Katie stood up and threw her leg across my lap, settling her thinly covered pussy on my dick. She rocked her hips, dragging her crotch back and forth across my achingly hard dick. I was embarrassed that her story about sex with her girlfriend had kept me hard, but my embarrassment didn't affect the hardness, not at all. She leaned in and kissed me, wrapping me up in a warm embrace. Her C-cup tits were warm on my chest and the heat from her crotch was making me grow even harder. Her smooth, tight shorts and my basketball shorts did nothing to dull the delicious friction. It felt like her pussy was rubbing directly on my dick. Her tongue was instantly in my mouth and I forgot for a moment that she was my sister. She sat back and looked in my eyes and drew her tee-shirt over her head. As I looked into her eyes, I remembered that she was my sister and I tried not to look at her bare tits. I really did try, but I failed miserably. "Do you like them?" Her voice was hushed. I nodded, awestruck into speechlessness. "Touch them Aidie, please touch them." Katie pleaded. Reverentially, I reached up and cupped them in my hands. I glanced up at her face and she smiled, closing her eyes. She drew her hands to her chest, covering my hands. Oh my god, her tits were so full, firm and heavy. I couldn't stand it, I withdrew my hands and her eyes flew open, alarmed. I smiled and kissed her. I slipped an arm under her butt and behind her back and stood up, lifting her with me. I laid her on the bed and reached up and pulled off my shirt. She lay there smiling at me, tears running down her cheeks. I lay down beside her, kissing the tears from her cheeks. "Why are you crying, Sissie?" She smiled, "Because I'm here with you, like this. I've wanted this for so long. Since we were kids...since you started holding me in your lap." "I never knew." I said, dumbfounded. "I know, you were never supposed to know." She giggled. "At first you were too young and then when you were old enough, we were never free at the same time. Besides, it's just not something that you blurt out to your little brother." I leaned in and kissed her. Her lips were soft and warm, yielding to my tongue. My chest leaned into hers and her breasts flattened, except for her nipples. They poked into me and it was one of the best things I've ever felt, but my brain started to interfere. I withdrew and looked into her eyes. "Katie," I whispered, "this isn't right. You're my sister. You're not supposed to be naked with your sister. Even if it feels as good as this feels." "Y-y-you d-d-don't w-w-want m-m-me?" Katie stammered as she twisted around trying to get away from me. "Whoa, whoa, whoa..." I said as I gently restrained her. "I didn't say that, I would never say that. I love you. I, I, I am just a little freaked out by the whole brother-sister thing." Katie relaxed a little and buried her face in my chest. "Aidan, I'm sorry, I'm more than a little vulnerable right now. Julie rejected and left me, and then I thought you didn't w-w-want m-me..." I kissed the top of her head. "Baby, I didn't say I didn't want you. Like I said, the incest thing just freaks me out a little." I slid down and kissed her lightly on the lips. Katie hugged me to her and deepened the kiss. I drew back and placed my forehead on hers, looking into those big and beautiful golden brown eyes. "Katie, are you sure? We can't go back if we do this." I whispered, while running my hands gently over her arms, my fingertips brushing her breasts. Katie briefly struggled to get away from me. She separated herself from me and looked me squarely in the eyes. She grabbed the waistband of her skintight shorts and slowly pushed them down, revealing the tiniest thong I had ever seen. I could not hold eye contact with her; the sight was way too tempting. She had to be shaven for I could not see any hair. She wiggled out of the shorts and not breaking eye contact, kicked them away. She slipped her fingers under the strings at the sides of the panties. She ran her fingers back and forth. "Hey," she whispered and I looked up. "What do you want?" She teased. "Do you want me to take them off? Do you want to see your big sister's pussy? Your big sister's horny, lesbian pussy? Do you want to see if it's bald? Do you want to see if it's wet for you?" I was nodding furiously, agreeing with everything she was saying. "Then tell me what you want." She said softly. "Tell your big sister that you want to see her pussy. Her pussy that's aching for your throbbing cock. Your sister wants your big cock in her pussy for some nasty, dirty, incestuous sex." She lowered her voice so I could barely hear her. "Tell me." I could barely speak. "I want to see your pussy, Sissie." She moaned when I called her Sissie. "I want to see it, touch it, I want to smell it and I want to taste it. But, most of all...I want to fuck my big sister's pussy that's aching for her baby brother's cock." She whimpered as she started pulling down her panties. Her head jerked up as my hands stopped her. "Please, please let me do this. I want to pull off your panties and make you naked." I whispered; my voice hoarse with desire. She let go of the panties. I knelt beside her, my dick bending painfully in my shorts. Before I touched her panties, I leaned in and took her face in my hands. "I love you Katherine Rose Cunningham. I have loved you my whole life and now I'm going to show you how much." I kissed her softly and with as much love and tenderness I could. When I pulled away, I opened my eyes and I saw the tears running down her cheeks again. "Katie? Are you OK?" She grabbed me and kissed me hard again. She released me, lay back down and raised her hips, provocatively. "I'm perfect little bro. Now, love me." Aidan and Katie Ch. 01 Smiling, I leaned back in and kissed her softly on the lips before slowly slipping down to her neck. I kissed the hollow of her neck before moving to her breast bone. I teased her with my lips and tongue, tickling the edges of her boobs. I teased her nipples with my fingers, drawing a little cooing sigh. I think kissing all around the small, round, perfect, hard nipple, made her a little frustrated because she growled before suddenly twisting and shoving it into my mouth. My lips closed around it and she sighed, her hands holding me in place, suckling contentedly. I changed nipples and she cooed some more. I moved slowly down her stomach, swirling my tongue in her navel before circling it with tiny kisses. She giggled and softly caressed my cheeks with her fingertips. I looked up and she was watching me with a small smile. "What?" I grinned. "Nothing," she said softly, "You just look so happy and content down there." I moved quickly back up to kiss her again. "You're right," I said, "I am happy." I moved back up and kissed her slowly, softly, deeply. I put all my love into that kiss and I could feel her melting into me. I shifted down and resumed kissing at her navel, then moving down toward the tiny, white, silk panties. I neared my goal and glanced up at Katie as I slipped my fingers under the waistband. She gasped a little as I moved my fingers from the front around to the sides and started pulling them down. Her eyes were wide as I looked down and watched as her tiny slit was revealed. I glanced back up at her and whispered. "You're shaved." She smiled, "No, not shaved, waxed. It makes my pussy as smooth as a baby's butt. Julie loved it like that and I've just kept doing it." I leaned in and kissed at the top of her slit and she gasped, surprised at my sudden move. I didn't look up as I agreed, "Yep, smooth as a baby's butt. Nice. I like it." I had stopped pulling and her panties were just halfway down her slit when I slipped my tongue into her slit, surprising her again. She jumped a little and gasped again. I withdrew my tongue, looked up at her and gave her my best little boy grin. "Like that, baby?" I asked softly. She didn't speak, her wide eyes giving me the answer I sought. I pulled the soaking wet panties the rest of the way down and off, revealing the tiny bit of my sister that was not already naked. I sat back on my heels, taking in her nudity. I chuckled, "Sissie? You're naked!" She blushed from head to toe; I was able to easily verify that fact, and quickly covered her face with her hands. I leaned in and kissed the back of her hands before pulling them away from her face. I whispered, in between kissing her lips, nose and eyes. "Sissie? Don't be embarrassed. You're naked and I have never seen anything so hot or beautiful in my life." I bent and kissed her softly before heading back down to her nipples and then her navel, returning to kiss her warm, soft lips, again and again. I loved the kissing and she seemed to get more passionate as we kissed. She reached behind me and gently held my head to her. The kiss was long and sweet, not at all urgent. Her hands drifted down my neck, to my shoulders and then to my waist. She gripped me delicately before grasping the waistband of the shorts. Pulling down, she twisted her face away from mine. "I want you naked." She whispered. I straightened up and pulled my shorts down to my knees. My dick snapped out as the waistband passed by. I watched Katie's face as I pulled off my shorts. Her eyes widened as my dick was revealed and then, frustratingly, she giggled. Not at all the response that a man wants the first time a woman sees his hard dick. I immediately jerked my shorts up and backed away from her. Her eyes flashed to my face and she realized what she had done. "Oh, Aidan, I'm sorry!" She cried, "It's not what you think...not at all." I folded my arms across my chest, my erection having disappeared completely. "Then what the fuck is it?" She giggled, embarrassed, the blush reddening her entire body once again. "I just thought that you're so much bigger than when I saw you the last time." I raised my eyebrow, not saying a word. "The last time I saw you naked was the last time I changed your diaper." She giggled again, before sitting up and extending her arms to me. "I really am sorry, Aidan, I didn't think how badly that would hurt your feelings." I sighed, "It's OK, you didn't mean anything by it." I hugged her to me, struck again by how wonderful it felt to hold her. My dick was recovering and filling with blood, quickly. Katie raised her face and I kissed her, deeply. I felt her tugging on my shorts again and I tipped my hips away to allow the shorts fall to my knees. I tipped them back and the length of my dick pressed against her stomach. Her stomach felt warm and firm against my dick, the results of her regular workouts evident in her firm abs. Katie slipped her head to my shoulder and dropped her hands to my ass, gripping it softly. "Katie?" I whispered. "What, Aidie?" She answered softly. "Let's lay down." I said, "I want to love you." She took a deep shuddering breath and kissed my chest before gracefully lowering herself to the bed. She lay on her back, her knees in the air and held demurely together. I smiled at her prim pose, her nudity making it wanton and sexy. I kicked my shorts off and knelt at her feet. I picked up her left foot and kissed it gently. My big sister squirmed as I kissed and licked each toe and then she giggled as I kissed the sole. I was amazed, even her feet were soft. Her softness, sweetness and sexiness were making my dick throb and drip with pre-come. My heart was racing and filled with love and desire. I kissed the inside of her foot, sliding up to the ankle. I glanced up at Katie's face and smiled at her. Her eyes were heavy lidded, the expression on her face, serene. I continued up the inside of her calf and then to her thigh. I was surprised again; her thigh was even softer and smoother than the rest of her. I ran my cheek along the skin of her thigh, reveling in the softness. Kissing and licking up to the juncture next to her pussy she tensed in anticipation of my lips and tongue on her weeping womanhood. I grinned and skipped over to her other leg and I heard a little disappointed 'Oh' come from her. I glanced up at her beautiful face and the disappointment there was obvious. I couldn't keep teasing her after seeing that, so I kissed the inside of her thigh and came back and placed a tiny kiss on her lips. "Ohhhh, Aidan," she sighed softly, "love me baby, love me..." I gently lapped at her lips, again and again, savoring the unique flavor of my sister. Her lips were opening and unfolding as I kissed her. As I tickled her lips with the tip of my tongue, I slowly pressed my forefinger into her warm, slippery pussy and again she whispered 'Ohhhh', but this time happily and contentedly. My tongue slithered up to find the hard button of Katie's clit while I added a second finger and found the rough patch of her G-spot. Katie's hips rose from the bed, as though she was trying to get me deeper inside of her pussy. Her hips started rotating and I was finding it more and more difficult to stay on her clit. I wrapped my lips around it and sucked. "Aaaaahhhh," Katie moaned, "Ooooohhhh, ohhhhh Aidan, Aidan, fuck meeeee..." Her hands started desperately scrabbling at my shoulders. "Aidan, come here, come here and kiss me, come up here and fuck me, come here and love meeeee..." My rational brain finally caught up with my libido. I stopped and looked at her. "Uhhh, Katie, I uhhh, don't have any...uhhh..." "Shh," Katie shushed me. "I have trouble with my periods; I've been on the pill for years. Please don't worry and don't you dare stop." I nodded and then slowly, reluctantly, started moving up Katie's body as I really didn't want to leave her luscious pussy. I continued up her body, kissing all the soft, smooth, warm skin that I could reach along my journey. I reached Katie's lips and kissed her deeply, muting her moans with my mouth when my cock smoothly entered her velvety pussy, excitingly enveloped by her slick wetness. I stopped moving, the thought and feeling of merely being deep in my sister's cunt rapidly taking me to the edge of coming. Katie's arms wrapped around my neck as she pulled us deeper into a kiss. As I regained control of my dick, I slowly started moving inside her, stopping every few strokes to assure that I would prolong our coupling. Katie's hands drifted to my butt, silently urging me to continue, to speed up and to fuck her harder. Our kisses became even more urgent, passionate. Soon I was slamming into her and she was saying, "Yesss, yes Aidan harder fuck your sister harder. Your sister Aidan, you're fucking your big sister Aidan and...and...Oh My God, you're making me come!!!!" I pumped harder and tried to get deeper inside of her. "Aidan, come, come Aidan, come with meeee..." she moaned, thrusting her hips back at me, fucking me as hard as I was fucking her. Suddenly, I was coming as hard as I ever had, pumping ribbon after ribbon of come deep into my sister's womb. That thought flickered across my brain and re-energized the intensity of my orgasm, making me feel it deeper and longer. Finally, my dick stopped pumping and I slowed my repeated assault on Katie's pussy. I stopped and lowered myself and kissed her deeply. I rolled off of her and pulled her to me. I kissed her deeply again and she finally pushed away and simply cuddled up to my side. She giggled and said, "You may not like me bringing this up, but Jeannie's a fucking idiot!" I leaned away from her, looking into her eyes, raising an eyebrow. "What is that supposed to mean?" She continued to giggle, "Normally, I just like lips, tongues and fingers, but you are really good with this thing." She gently grasped my deflating dick, sliding down and giving the head a tender kiss. She smiled up at me. "I can taste us," she said licking her lips before popping the head into her mouth. She briefly sucked at it, and then swirled her tongue around it "I like our flavor, Baby Bro." Her teasing, flickering tongue was bringing my momentarily flaccid dick back to life. It was slowly refilling with blood and growing in her gentle grip. She grinned at me and took all of my half-erect cock into her mouth. The warmth of her mouth and the knowledge that it was my sister's mouth brought it back to a fully erect state in a heartbeat. Katie slid around so that she was lying between my legs, holding my dick in her hands and licking it like a lollipop. Her eyes never left mine as I watched her sliding her mouth over my cock. She sucked it hard and pulled it out with a pop. She leaned forward and rubbed her nipple on the head and I moaned. The feeling was incredible and quickly she moved back to slide my dick into her mouth. "Oh, God Katie..." I moaned, "That feels sooo goooood..." Katie popped it out again, rubbing it on her nipple and my dick jumped. "Oooohhhh, does Aidie like that?" "Uhhhh-huhhh," I moaned. She pushed her boobs together and fucked my dick with them. It was fucking awesome. She kept moving slowly over my dick and dipped down to take it in her mouth. I wasn't going to last long at this rate and I wanted to share it with her. I bent down and grasped her leg and pulled her around until her pussy was at my face and dove in. She pulled her head off of my dick and gasped, "Aidan! I'm filled with your come! Are you sure you want to do that?" I pulled my come-covered tongue from her sloppy pussy and said, "What, you're the only one that gets to enjoy the flavor of us?" I dove back in before she could answer. I slipped my fingers in and got them very slippery and then started licking her clit again. My fingers found her butt and slipped between her cheeks, caressing her tiny rosebud. I rubbed back and forth across it, while sucking on her clit. I didn't press in, I just rubbed smoothly around the outside, making her squeeze her cheeks around my finger. She started gently shuddering. Katie moaned around my dick, "Oh God, I'm coming again..." She briefly stopped sucking, riding out her orgasm and then resumed sucking on the tip of my dick. I then felt something I'd never felt before, teeth on my dick. Not biting, just lightly scraping. The sheer eroticism of my sister sucking on me, using her teeth to give me new and different sensations drove me over the edge, quickly, almost too quickly for me to warn her. "K-K-Katie!" I pulled my face out of her folds and gasped, "I'm gonna come!" Shocking me, she clamped her lips around it and continued to suck, draining me completely. She gently sucked on my dick until it softened and dropped from her lips with a plop. I reached up and turned her around to face me. She was lying on my chest, looking happy, satisfied and tired. She kissed me briefly before dropping her head to my chest. "Mmmmm, sleepy baby." She mumbled softly. Her eyes closed and, in moments, she was asleep. I carefully moved her limp body off of me and onto the bed. I covered her up with the sheet she had spread on the bed. I looked at the food beside the bed and as hungry as I was I couldn't do that to Katie, she hadn't eaten either. I cleaned everything up and put it in the fridge. I set the alarm on my phone for five in the morning, flipped the bedspread over onto her and slipped under the sheet next to Katie. I was awoken in the middle of the night as Katie got up to go to the bathroom. I watched her silhouette in the dark moving to the bathroom and just got a glimpse of her as she flipped on the light, just before she closed the door. I must have fallen back asleep as I was startled when she slipped into bed behind me and snuggled up to my back, her warm tits pushing into my back. I didn't move and felt her lips on my back in a gentle kiss. Her arm came over my side and hugged me tight. I reached up and entwined my fingers in hers, loosely holding her hand. It was comfortable intimacy, I liked it. She kissed my shoulder again and whispered, "I love you, Aidan." I smiled, "I love you, too baby." We went back to sleep. I woke in the morning when the alarm went off. I turned it off and rolled back to wake up Katie and found that she was gone. I went to the bathroom, did my business, brushed my teeth and then went to look for her. I didn't bother to put any clothing on. I found her in the kitchen, working quietly on the counter and wearing one of my old Walter Payton jerseys. I stepped up behind her and wrapped her up in my arms. I bent down and kissed her on the neck. She leaned back into me, "Mmmm, I could get used to this." She murmured. "I could, too." I said, and then decided to fuck with her. "What smells so good?" She tensed, anticipating a crack about breakfast. "Is that a nice, hot...woman in my kitchen that smells so good?" Spinning in my arms she threw her arms around me and kissed me. "You jerk...I thought you were going to give me a shot...and you're just too sweet." I lifted her up and she wrapped her legs around my waist. I pressed my forehead to hers and looked into her eyes. "I could get used to this, too, you being half-naked around my house all the time." My hands were holding her up by her ass, and it felt as wonderful as it did last night. I maneuvered her around and slipped her down on my throbbing dick. "Ohhhh," she moaned, "that's an even nicer way to wake up." She reached down, pulled the jersey off and threw it on the floor. I stood there quietly holding her there, impaled on my dick. I leaned down and kissed her gently, sweetly. She seemed to have a good grip on my waist so I let my hands drift to her back, gently caressing her. "Ooooohhh," she cooed between kisses, "that feels niiiice." We had begun rocking together and I could feel her wetness dripping down my legs. I slipped my hands under her bottom again and began raising and lowering her on my dick and she began squeezing with her pussy muscles. She reached between us to play with her clit and she moaned, "Ohhh, Aidan, I'm coming, ohhhhhh...." I felt her spasming on my dick and that set me off, too. I came deeply in her pussy while kissing my sister lovingly, deeply. Katie pulled back from the kiss and touched her forehead to mine. "Aidan, I love you and I love this," she said softly, "but, I'm fucking starving to death. Can we eat?!?!?" I started laughing, pulled her off my dick and set her on the floor. She bent over to pick up the jersey and I whined, "Hey, do you hafta?" She glanced at my cock which twitched in response. "Yes, otherwise we won't ever eat and I'm fucking starving. I want you to at least put on some boxers or something." I sighed and kissed her after she slipped the jersey back over her head and headed to the bedroom. I had just stepped into my shorts when I heard her walk into the room. I turned and saw that she had two plates of bacon, eggs and toast. I raised my eyebrow and she said, "Hey, we got nowhere else to eat!" I laughed, "We got? Nice sentence structure, teacher!" She growled, "Bite me!" I kissed the top of her head, "Is that an offer?" "Maybe, but not now!" I was finding that she was testy when hungry. I just laughed and took my plate from her. "Thanks, Katie." We sat and ate quietly, and Katie barely looked at me. I reached over and touched her arm. She looked up, her expression hard to read. "What's up, Sis?" I asked gently. "I'm not sure how to act around you, now." She said softly. "Why?" I asked, not certain where this was going. "Do you regret what we've done?" "No!" She said sharply, and then softened. "Yes... maybe...I don't know. I just don't want to lose what we had in what we have now. We were close, I guess you could say we were friends, but now..." "Katie, I love you. You're my big sister and that'll never change. Our friendship will never change. If you're afraid that it will, well, then, maybe we shouldn't have sex anymore." I paused to watch her reaction. She looked up at me, an odd mixture of pain, hope, relief and regret on her face. "I don't want to stop, but if you do, we will." She put her plate down, took mine and put it down, too. Then she crawled into my lap, her arms around my neck and her cheek next to mine. She whispered, "OK, let me think. I love you more than anything in the world Aidie, and I don't want anything to get in the way of that." She kissed me, softly and lovingly before walking into the bathroom. "I'll shower here and then run home and change my clothes before school, OK?" "Sure, whatever you want Katie." I picked up all of the dishes and took them to the kitchen. I was finishing up in the kitchen when she came out. She had on the Bears jersey and I wasn't sure she had anything else on. It came down to her knees, so it was OK if she didn't, but, knowing that she was going out like that made it a sexy look. She had an uncomfortable expression on her face. "Commando?" I asked, grinning. She flushed bright red, nodding. "Uhhh, my shorts and panties were, uhhh, let's just say, funky and I couldn't stomach putting them back on." She came over and hugged me, kissing me on the cheek. "Why don't you figure on being at my house about eight and I'll have the stroganoff ready. OK? Plan on spending the night." She stopped and thought a minute. "Why don't you start bringing your stuff over? You might as well just start staying now, that way you can pack up everything. How does that sound?" "It sounds great, Katie," I said, "Thanks." She grabbed all of her stuff and left. Suddenly, it was very lonely in the house. I went into the bedroom and stripped the bed and threw the linens in the laundry. I worked until about seven when I knew it would be safe to call Dad and Dave. Aidan and Katie Ch. 01 They both agreed to take the day off on Friday and help me move the big stuff. That settled, I went back to work. I worked until about noon and then heated up the Chinese from last night. By six, my bedroom was empty other than the furniture and I had a good start on the kitchen. The garage was about half full of boxes. The clothes that I would need for the next couple of weeks were in my truck. I had only been interrupted by work a couple of times. As I had told my boss, the Frank Evans contract was now resolved, so I didn't need to worry about that anymore. I took a long hot shower and thought of Katie for the first time since she left this morning. I hoped that we were really OK; I would hate it if we had screwed up our friendship. I got dressed and sat down to watch some ESPN. I knew I was tired so I set the alarm on my phone for seven thirty. It was a good thing, too, because I promptly fell asleep, the alarm waking me. I drove over to Katie's, stopping on the way to pick up some flowers. She loved daisies and I got a nice arrangement for her. She opened the door and my heart skipped a beat when I saw what she was wearing. She had on a sheer white top and a black pleated skirt that barely covered her butt and wearing black high heels. She was braless, her nipples were clearly visible and she was apparently very excited. She saw the flowers and a big smile covered her face. "Are those for me?" She gushed. "Nobody has brought me flowers in forever! You're too sweet Aidan." She grabbed me and hugged me, kissing my cheek. She took the flowers, turned and waved me in. She put the flowers in a vase and set it on the table. The aroma of beef stroganoff and something sweet filled the apartment and my stomach started growling. Katie heard it and laughed, "Are we hungry?" I laughed, too. "Not until I smelled Mom's stroganoff. What are you baking?" "It's already done." She said proudly and showed me a devils food chocolate cake with white icing and coconut. "Katie," I warned, "you're gonna spoil me." I spun her around, picked her up and kissed her. Not a romantic or passionate kiss, just a big sloppy thank you kiss. She laughed and hit me lightly on the shoulders. "Put me down you big brute!" I set her down, kissed her on the forehead and said, "Thanks, Sis, I appreciate all that you're doing for me." "You're welcome, though it's no problem." Katie said softly. "I want to help, and..." she paused, giggling, "I love the return on my investment." I laughed, "You're so bad..." "Really?" She snickered, "I thought I was pretty good." I repeated, "You're so bad..., but I like it." I picked her up and kissed her, our tongues immediately finding each other. She cut the kiss short, squirming away from me. "Not now, you horny boy, I've got dinner ready." I whined, "Can't it wait?" She smiled seductively, "Well, if you're a good boy and eat allll of your dinner, I promise I'll make it up to you..." She walked away, twitching her ass and my dick twitched in response. She disappeared into the kitchen. "OK," I teased, "But it'd better be worth the wait..." She poked her butt past the door frame and flipped up the skirt. She was naked beneath it. "Oh, believe me, it will be." Then her butt disappeared again. She reappeared a moment later, Killian's in hand. "Here you go, Baby Bro," she handed me the beer, along with a deep kiss, dropping into my lap. "Dinner will be ready in a few minutes, be patient." I held her for a moment and whispered in her ear, "I can be patient, if I can watch you in these sexy clothes..." She stood, grabbing my hand, "Then come sit at the kitchen table and watch..." I sat at the table, sipping my beer and contentedly watched her scurrying around the kitchen. Her skirt would flip up from time to time, either showing her silken butt or smooth pussy. I wasn't sure she could ever wear that skirt out in public...wow. I could sit here all night, just watching. My dick was about half hard from the show. She turned and looked at me, "Could you help with the sour cream? I don't have enough hands." "Sure." I said, getting up to help. I stood hip to hip with her, nudging her and drawing a little smile. "Just spin the pot while I scoop the sour cream in," She said, concentrating on the sauce. "I want it blended smoothly; I hate it when there are streaks of sour cream in the sauce." "OK." I said, turning the pot slowly. She got done and shooed me back to the table. Just as I was sitting down, the timer went off. "I'm sorry Aidan," she said, her hands full, "could you get the croissants out of the oven?" I grinned, "We have croissants?" She glared at me. "There are a dozen in there and they all better make it to the table!" Still grinning, I said, "OK, OK." I dumped them in the basket she had set out, put it on the table and sat down. She brought our plates and sat down. "How does it look, Baby Bro? "It looks great!" I exclaimed, "Mom would be proud." She blushed, got up and kissed me on the cheek. "Thanks, Aidan." I just smiled and started to eat. We talked about our days and finished our meal. The stroganoff was as great as it looked and the cake was terrific. I helped Katie clean up and then I started bringing my clothes and other stuff in. It took a couple of hours to unpack and get all the clothing put away. Katie told me to set up my toiletries in the main bath as she uses the one in her bedroom. When I got all the stuff done, I sat on the bed in my room and realized that I was exhausted. I lay down for a minute and must have fallen asleep immediately. The next thing I knew was Katie standing over me calling my name. "Aidan? Aidan, what are you doing?" I opened my eyes, blinking at the light and at her. "Sleeping, evidently." She looked hurt, "Don't you want to sleep with me?" "Yes, yes I do," I mumbled, "I didn't even know I was asleep." I finally looked at her and she had on a sexy little black, silky nightgown and black, thigh high stockings trimmed in black lace. "Wow, you look really hot." She giggled, pirouetted and grinned. "Do you like it?" Grinning I nodded. She giggled again and said, "Thank you, are you coming?" "Yeah, let me get changed." I said. She walked over and pulled me off of the bed. "You don't need to get changed. You'll not be needing any clothes at all." She led me into her room, stopped me in the middle and started slowly removing my clothes. I had dressed nicely, Dockers, button down shirt, socks and dress shoes, so Katie had several items to remove. She unbuttoned my shirt, kissing each span of skin that she uncovered. It took several minutes for her to merely remove my shirt. Every time her soft lips touched my skin, my dick twitched. It was exquisite torture. She had me sit on the bed and she slipped my shoes off my feet, followed closely by my socks. She kissed each of my toes, which was weird and sexy at the same time. No one had ever done that to me before. She stood up and pulled me back to my feet. I was standing there bare chested and barefoot. She stepped back from me and started swinging her hips to the rhythm of her own music. She pirouetted again and miraculously, the silky black, babydoll nightgown was gone. The stockings and a tiny pair of black panties remained. Every time I saw her naked or nearly so, my heart raced and this time was no exception. "My God Katie," I breathed, "you are so gorgeous..." She blushed, again from head to toe, and giggled. "Why thank you, kind sir." She stepped closer and I started to raise my hands and she danced away, eyes twinkling, shaking her head and a finger at me. "No, no, no...no touching. This is for you to look and feel, not to touch." I grinned and dropped my hands. "OK, Sissie." She stepped back to me and kissed me lightly before sinking to her knees. She quickly busied herself with unbuckling my belt, followed by unbuttoning my pants before unzipping them. I put my hands on the waistband, only to have them slapped. "If you don't stand still and let me do this, you're going to go to your room alone tonight!" She said with mock sternness, pointing in the direction of my room, before breaking into a big grin. I raised my hands in surrender, "OK, OK, OK." She pushed my pants off of my hips and they dropped to the floor. My boxers soon followed. I stood absolutely still. Katie glanced up at me and smiled. She picked up my right foot and slid the pants and boxers away, put my foot down and repeated the process with my left. I stood there completely naked, my erection sticking obscenely out in front of me. My sister, kneeling at my feet, lifted her lips to my throbbing dick and kissed it right on the tip. I moaned a little when her tongue slipped out and tickled the hole. She sat back on her heels, looked up at me and grinned. "Like it?" I breathed. "Oh, yeah..." She murmured, "Good..." before taking the entire crown in her mouth and swirling her tongue around it and scraping the head with her teeth. It felt so good that my knees buckled a little. She pulled off of my dick and asked, "Whoa, Aidie! Are you OK?" "Uh-huh," was my shaky response. "OK," she grinned, "if you're sure." Slowly, Katie pressed her mouth onto my dick. Her tongue wriggled along the bottom as she pushed my cock deeper and deeper into her mouth. Suddenly I was at the back of her mouth, at the entrance to her throat and then the head slipped into her throat. She gagged a little and pushed my hips back so that the mushroom head was tickling the back of her throat. She pulled off and looked up at me apologetically. "Sorry, I don't think I can do that." I pulled her to her feet and kissed her. "There's nothing to be sorry about, baby." I said softly. "I don't want you to do anything that you don't want to do." Then I grinned. "But, that was awesome! Nobody's ever done that for me before!" She blushed, "Do you want me to try it again?" "No," I said, "No, no. I'd feel like you were doing something that you didn't want to do and I couldn't stand that." I hugged her to me tightly, crushing her boobs against my chest, my dick slipping between her thighs. She giggled and trapped my dick in that soft, warm, smooth spot. "Ohhh, baby," I moaned, "That feels soooo good." She giggled and kissed my neck, rocking her hips back before sliding down my body, lightly kissing as she went. Her arms were around me, fingertips lightly caressing the skin of my back before finally, gently, gripping my ass. Arriving at her destination, she looked into my eyes and smoothly took my entire length into her mouth and down her throat, not gagging at all. My knees buckled again, this time in the aftermath of the thought that I was in my beloved big sister's throat. Her hands firmly held me in place as she swallowed, her throat constricting around the sensitive glans of my throbbing cock. Her fingers wriggled between my ass cheeks and the myriad of sensations, both physical and mental conspire to bring me to the brink in an embarrassingly short few moments. "Uhhh," I muttered, "Uhhh, Katie, I'm uhhh, gonna, unghhh..." I tried to pull away and she held my ass more firmly and drove my cock even deeper into her throat. That was the last straw and I burst, delivering stream after stream of come into her welcoming throat. My knees completely buckled and I fell back onto the bed, the plop clearly audible as my cock popped from her mouth. I lay there breathing raggedly. When I had caught my breath I raised my head, looking for my sister. She was kneeling at the foot of the bed watching me. Her little smile was shy, yet oddly proud. "Was that OK?" Katie asked in a little hushed voice. "Oh my god, Katie!" I exclaimed. "I've never had anyone do that for me before! That was incredible!" She smiled proudly, slowly getting to her feet. Although I just experienced a world rocking orgasm, the sight of her in the tiny black panties and stockings made my dick visibly twitch. Her boobs swayed as she was getting up and my dick immediately started to rise. She saw it and laughed. "That wasn't enough?" I just shrugged, shook my head and reached for her. "I'll never get enough of you." She crawled into my arms and kissed me, her tongue slipping along my lips before sliding slickly into my mouth. I tasted the salty residue of my come and she giggled softly as I sucked gently on her tongue. She pulled away from me and looked into my eyes. "You're kinda weird, you know?" I nuzzled at her cheek and scooted us back onto the bed. At the same time she moved around and straddled my lap, her wet, and panty covered pussy sliding against my fully recharged dick. "How am I weird?" I asked as my lips skated back to hers, engaging in another deep, tongue-filled kiss. After exploring my tongue with hers, she said, "Because you kiss me without hesitation when I've just had your penis in my mouth." I laughed. "Penis? A little formal aren't we?" She slapped my chest. "Dick! Is that OK?" I looked at her a second, raising my eyebrow. "Dick? Are you calling my penis a dick...or me?" She scowled for a brief moment before saying emphatically, "Yes!" I laughed again, "OK, just as long as we're clear." "Dick," she muttered before wrapping herself around me and kissing me deeply again. She forced me onto my back and her hips started squirming, forcing her warm, wet panties down on my dick. "Sissie," I said softly when we came up for air. "Wouldn't this be easier without your panties?" She said nothing, just sat up and pushed the offending garment down her hips and wriggled out of them. Her pussy was back on top of my dick in a flash and she ground herself against me. Her warm, wet flesh felt so good against my dick that I couldn't help but moan. "Does little Aidie like this?" Katie asked in a little girl's voice as she slowly swiveled her hips, changing the pressure points constantly. Her warm wetness spread over my dick and I felt a tingling steal over my body. It was a feeling like I'd never had before. "Oh God, Katie," I said softly, sitting up to kiss her, "I love this, it feels so good." As she kissed me back she tipped her hips back and her pussy enveloped my dick and I was surrounded by her warm wetness. There was no urgency to her movements, just a languid, easy motion. I withdrew from the kiss and dipped my lips to her hard nipple. As I latched on, I grazed the skin with my teeth and I heard a little whimper and sigh escape from Katie. I switched sides and repeated my tender assault on her other breast. Sliding my hands down her toned body, I allowed my thumbs to steal between us and caress her mound. "Ohhh, Aidan," she cooed, "that feels so good, don't stop." Pulling my lips from her nipple, I said, "Not to worry baby, I won't." I continued to gently rub her mound, occasionally slipping down to bump her clit. Every time I bumped it, her pace picked up. I don't know how long we stayed like that but it seemed like hours. She had small orgasms along the way, her rhythm becoming erratic for several strokes before resuming her smooth tempo. After a long while she slid to the side and said, "Your turn. Make me come, Aidie. I want a big one." She grinned. "OK, baby," I said as I kissed her and slid down her body, kissing as I went. "No," she said, grabbing at my head. "Just fuck me." I stopped and looked up into her eyes, "Please let me do this for you. I want to, I love doing this to you when you're so wet. I love how slick and smooth you are." Her eyes welled up with tears, "You're too good to me, Baby Brother." I smiled, "I try." I slid the rest of the way down and worked my way between her legs before enticing her to put her legs over my shoulders. I liked the way the stockings felt on my shoulders almost as much as I liked the slick humidity between her legs. I licked at the delicate edges of her lips, circling her pussy without touching her clit, or delving into her depths. I kissed, I licked, and I nuzzled without touching anything really important until I felt her tensing up with need. I licked up her pussy and found the tip of her rigid clit. Then, I slipped a finger into her folds and found a tremendous wetness pooled there, evidence of her growing need. She sighed when I put the finger in, swirled it around and then whimpered when I pulled it back out. She sighed again when I put my thumb into her pussy. Distracting her with mu thumb by gently pumping it in and out, I worked my finger, wet with her juices, down to her tiny brown wrinkle. When I touched it with my fingertip, she jumped and grunted, making a negative sound. "Baby?" I said after she settled back to the bed. "Do you trust me?" After a moment's hesitation, I heard, "Uh-huh." "Then let me do this," I whispered, "I think you'll like it, but you've got to give it a minute, OK?" After another moment's hesitation, I heard another, "Uh-huh." Rather than forcing the issue immediately, I resumed kissing and licking her, along with putting my finger back in. I wanted her full, but I also wanted the finger wet again. I could feel her relaxing and slowly worked my finger back to her bottom. This time when I touched her little wrinkle, she only tensed for a second, before relaxing again. I started circling the little ring with just my fingertip, being as gentle as I could. As she continued to relax, I worked my fingertip in and she froze again. I stopped, leaving the tip in while I kissed and sucked her little nubbin. She relaxed again, her hips starting to move in rhythm with my lips. As her hips moved up and down I increased the pressure on my finger until it popped into her little butthole. "Ohhh, Aidan!" Katie exclaimed. As her hips rocked my finger went deeper and deeper until I was all the way in. I continued to lick and suck Katie's clit and gently rubbed my finger and thumb together through the thin membrane between Katie's ass and her pussy. I scraped her clit with my teeth and pressed my finger and thumb deeper and Katie shrieked, "Oh Aidan...Aidan that's..that's ohhhh..." and she started shaking violently as she came. My hand and chin were coated with her thick, slick come as she arched off of the bed, making it difficult for me to keep my finger, thumb and mouth in place to keep her orgasm going. Suddenly she collapsed limply to the bed. As I continued to lap gently at her pussy and move my thumb and finger slowly inside of her, I heard her weakly say "Aidan, please no more..." I kissed her pussy once more, causing her to flinch, before smoothly, slowly removing my finger and thumb. "Ohhhh...., oooohhh...." She breathed as I slipped up to lie beside her. I kissed her shoulder and lay still beside her, watching as her eyes slowly closed and her breathing slowed and returned to normal. I got up, covered her with a sheet and slipped beneath it. I snuggled in and softly laid my arm across her belly. I laid my head on the pillow and closed my eyes. I fell asleep and was dreaming of Katie. She was kissing me and stroking my dick. She looked up into my eyes and said, "Aidan wake up. Please Aidan wake up, I need you to fuck me." 'Wake up? What the fuck?' I thought, looking at her and then I realized I was asleep. Slowly, I opened my eyes and Katie had her head on my shoulder and her hand stroking my rapidly rising dick. "Aidie?" She whispered. "Aidie, are you awake?" "Mmm-hmm" I moaned, her hand feeling good on my dick. "Make love to me Aidie, please?" The desire was evident on her face and in her voice. I rolled over and settled her beneath me. I slipped into her warm, waiting pussy, watching her face. Her expression of need and desire faded into one of bliss. I slowly sank deeper and deeper until I reached my limit. Pausing, I leaned in to kiss my sister. I started the kiss gently, lovingly and Katie wrapped her arms and legs around me, deepening the kiss. We stayed like that for a little while, Katie gently squeezing my dick with her pussy and me answering with little flexes and pushes. Aidan and Katie Ch. 02 I went back to work and Katie came through the back door a little later. I looked up and started laughing. She had on a pair of my sweatpants tied around the waist with a piece of rope. A Bears sweatshirt that was also mine covered her torso and she had the sleeves rolled up. Her head was covered with a Cubs hat with a ponytail out the back and she had on a pair of black rimmed glasses. She set a couple of drinks on the kitchen counter along with a McDonald's bag. I grabbed her, picked her up and kissed her. "God, I love you." I said. "Trying to hide your gorgeous self, are you?" "Put me down." She said sternly. "You wanted to be serious tonight, so this is me being serious. Besides, I'm burning up in here and your holding me doesn't help." I kissed her on the cheek and set her down. "Look, I don't want you to be uncomfortable, so if you've got anything on underneath all that, please take all that off." She grinned mischievously. "I was hoping you would say that." I muttered, "Oh, crap," and she laughed. She pulled off the sweatshirt and I know my eyes bugged out of my head by the way Katie giggled. She had played beach volleyball, in the summers, for fun and to stay in shape, when she was in college at UCLA. She had on one of the bra tops. She pulled the sweatpants down and had on the bottoms to match the top. She pulled the cap and glasses off, standing there as a beach goddess and I was lost. I breathed, "Katieeeee..." She smiled, looking down at my rapidly rising dick. "I did this on purpose. I thought about you all day and I've been wet all day. I want a hard, dirty fuck from behind at the counter...the counter you shared with that bitch of an ex." She walked over and put her hands on the counter and looked over her shoulder at me, the ponytail swinging sexily. "Fuck me, Baby Brother." I stripped out of my shorts and boxers and grabbed at the waistband of the tiny bottoms. "No, Aidie," she moaned. "Quick and dirty, pull 'em aside. Get that thick dick in me, now!" Never one to disappoint a lady, I complied. She was so wet that I slid in to the hilt in one smooth stroke. She looked at me over her shoulder and said, "Fast and hard, Aidan, fast and hard!" Withdrawing, I realized that the stretchy bottoms wanted to snap back and that I'd need to hold them aside. Somehow, that made it dirtier and hotter. I slipped back into her, and she growled. "I said, fast and hard, hard and fast, Aidan!" She grunted as I withdrew and slammed home. "Unnngghhh, ohhhh that'ssss ssssso much better!" I kept slamming home, lifting her up off the floor with each thrust. I could see her knuckles whitening as she struggled to hold onto the counter. Since my fingers were there anyway, I slid my thumb to her pucker and let it rest there. Every time I withdrew her ass came down and the thumb tip would pierce her little bottom. After two or three strokes she started forcing herself down on my thumb so that it was being enveloped by her anus up to the first joint. Then she started to wriggle on it, so I stopped stroking in and out with my dick, letting her rest with my length buried in her and worked my thumb deeper. She hung her head and moaned, "Oh god, Aidan, I feel sooo full." I could feel the muscles of her pussy and ass grasping at my dick and thumb. A little shiver went through her and she said, "Now Aidie, fuck me more now, I'm coming and it feels like it's going to be big." I started stroking again, attempting to hold my thumb still so that she got the benefit of both my moving dick and stationary thumb. It was such an erotic thought and scene that I could feel the come starting to bubble up from my balls. I started coming and it seemed as though that was what Katie was waiting for because the breath escaped from her in a 'whoosh' and her body went rigid as I pumped my semen into her. Finally, I was spent and she sagged to the counter. "Let me down," she said softly. I flexed my knees and her feet hit the floor. "Lower." She said and pulled herself off my dick. The stretchy material snapped in place over her pussy and she stood, turned around and threw her arms around my neck. "Now," she said as she pressed her forehead to mine, "now we can work and all that sexual tension should be held at bay while we finish. I can feel you inside me and that'll hold me for a while." She giggled, stepped away, slipped her hand into the bathing suit and I could see her frigging her clit. She brought her fingers out and rubbed her juices on my upper lip under my nose. "You can smell me all night and think about what you're planning to do to me when we get home to our bed." She giggled again, "That should motivate you to get done faster." I was dumbfounded. Finally I said, "I think we've created a monster. You're a cock hungry monster." "I can stop, if you want." She said with a little grin. "No," I said, "No, no, don't stop." She laughed and grabbed the bag. "Here, eat your cold fries and Quarter Pounder and then, let's get to work!" I washed my hands after which we ate quickly and then got to work. The kitchen was considerably less work than I had anticipated. Jeannie had cleaned out a lot of the baking stuff, both hardware and food wise. We got done in about three hours of diligent work. I was mildly distracted from time to time by the scent under my nose and the bikini clad woman who flashed into and out of my view. Several times, I stopped to watch her and was immediately chastised for stopping. Katie reminded me each time that I was postponing getting home and into our bed, and with each reminder, I redoubled my efforts to get done quickly. After I cleaned out my last cupboard, I turned to check out the next one and found that they were all empty. Katie had already finished hers and was wiping out the rest of the cabinets. There were two boxes on the floor which required taping and moving into the garage. I taped both of them and picked up the first one and carried it out. When I returned to the kitchen, Katie was nowhere to be seen and all of the cabinet doors were closed. I assumed Katie had finished and was using the bathroom. I carried the last box out and the house was empty, save the bed and recliner, or so I thought. Katie was still nowhere in sight when I came back in, so I went looking for her. I looked in the bathroom and it was steamy from an obvious shower. Katie's clothes were on the floor, along with a suitcase that I hadn't seen her bring in. I looked in the suitcase and there was a pair of my underwear, clean shirt and jeans, along with a towel and some of Katie's panties and a bra. I decided that Katie had taken a shower, so I would, too. I looked in the shower and there was some shampoo and body wash that hadn't been there before. I took a quick but thorough shower and after drying off I pulled on the boxers that Katie had packed. Then I went looking for her. I found her, naked on the mattress, over which she had thrown a sheet. She was asleep and looked adorable. Her face, relaxed and unlined with worry, looked as I remembered from when we were kids. Her hair was pulled back into her casual ponytail. She looked so young and innocent that it made me smile. I sat on the edge of the mattress and just watched her sleep. After a while I decided that she needed to just sleep and I wouldn't disturb her. I looked in her suitcase to see if she had brought another sheet; she hadn't. I went out into the garage and found the box that she had marked, 'linens' and I pulled out a sheet. I went back, covered Katie up, set the alarm for five am on my phone and crawled in behind her. I gently drew her into my arms and spooned her from behind, being careful to neither jam my cock in her ass nor wake her. She kind of purred and snuggled back against me. The next thing I remembered was waking to the alarm, opening my eyes and seeing Katie kneeling beside me in her underwear, smiling at me. When she saw that I was awake, she tried to frown and failed. "Why didn't you wake me? I wanted you to make love to me on your last night in this house." I reached up and tenderly stroked her face. "You looked so peaceful and beautiful sleeping in my bed that I couldn't disturb you. I just wanted to hold you close to me, so that's what I did." Her eyes immediately filled with tears and she leaned down and kissed me on the forehead. "You big ole sweet jerk, I love you, you know?" She got up and went back into the bathroom. When she came out she was dressed in jeans and a tee shirt. "I gotta go get ready for school. Don't let Dad do too much, OK? I'll see you tonight." She stopped and smiled at me. "I do love you, you know that right?" My smart-ass couldn't keep his mouth shut. "Awww, that's sweet, I thought you were just using me for sex." Her eyes hardened for a moment, until she saw my grin. "Asshole!" I kept grinning. "Yep, we're good." She huffed and stomped out of the room. "I love you too, Sissie." I said in a normal tone, not sure if I wanted her to hear me or not. It turned out that she did, since she came flying back in, hugged me and then left. Dad and Dave showed up a couple of hours later. Dad came in, looked around and said that he was impressed. We actually made pretty short work of the move, filling the truck in about two hours. We had moved the furniture into the truck first, so that the boxes would be stacked against the back wall of the storage unit. It took just a little longer to unload because I wanted everything stable. We were done by two and I told them that I would buy them lunch. We went to Hayter's and Elle was working. She was her usual gorgeous, flirty self and Dad was immediately enamored. "Aidan," he said conspiratorially, "since you're single, you need to find out what that is all about. She really likes you." "Jesus, Dad." I said, "I'm not even divorced yet; let me get my feet back under me. Elle is a friend." He raised an eyebrow, but didn't speak. "OK," I muttered, "OK, OK. I'm very attracted to Elle, and I think there could be something there." Dad grinned, started to say something and I held up my hand, stopping him. "Dad," I sighed, "let me stop you before you start. What I don't want is for Elle to be any part of a rebound. I want to be stable and ready before I ask her out. I already have her number; she gave it to me when Katie told her about Jeannie. Just gimme some time, OK?" Dad smiled. "OK, Aidan. Just don't let your hard head get in the way of a nice girl. OK?" I just shook my head. "Yeah, yeah, Dad." He laughed, letting it drop. We had a pleasant lunch after which Dad and Dave left. Elle came over and sat down when she brought the check. "Aidan, why haven't I heard from you?" Elle smiled. "I thought you liked me." "I do, Elle. But, honestly, I'm not ready to start anything serious. It's only been a week." I said, as she put her hand on mine. "I do like you, I really do. But, like I just told my Dad, I don't want for you to be a rebound thing." Elle withdrew her hand, eyes shining with tears. "You're serious, aren't you? Do you like me that much?" "Yes I do." I said softly. "If you don't want to wait for me, I'll understand, but I want to wait to start on a new relationship until after my divorce is final. I talked to an attorney and if there are no complications the divorce should be final in three to four months. I'm not saying I'll call you in three months or even six months, I just want to make sure my head's on straight first." She smiled shyly, taking my hand in both of hers. "If you're serious, I'll wait. I've liked you for a very long time. You were married and you never hit on me. I could tell that you took your vows seriously. That, plus the fact that you're a genuinely nice guy made and makes you very attractive to me. Just let me know when you're ready." She stood, kissed me on the cheek and walked away. I must admit, the view of her departing ass was killer and I experienced a small pang of regret at my words. I went to the real estate office and dropped off the keys, garage door openers, etc. My agent said this thing wouldn't take but about two to three weeks. I thanked her and went home to Katie's place. I was alone with nothing to do for the first time in about a week. I took a shower, changed into some basketball shorts, checked my work email and finding nothing urgent, I went to my room and lay down on the bed. I must have immediately fallen asleep because the next thing I knew was that Katie was kissing me on the forehead and pulling a blanket over me. "Katie?" I mumbled. "What are you doing?" She sat on the side of the bed and stroked my hair. "When I came in I called you, but you didn't answer. I found you passed out on the bed and I didn't want to disturb you. You looked wiped, so I was going let you sleep. Are you OK, baby?" "I think so," I mumbled and tried to sit up. "No," Katie said gently. "You stay right there, you need some sleep. I'll come and check on you later." She kissed me on the forehead and I was out before she was out of the room. I woke up early on Saturday morning and felt really rested for the first time since Jeannie left. I got up, pulled on some running shorts and a tee-shirt and went for a run. I was surprised that my wind was decent because it had been a month since I had run. I only did a mile because I was afraid of cramping, being so out of practice. I'd need to work back up to a five mile daily run. When I got back, Katie was still asleep, so I started on making breakfast for us. I dug out eggs, cheese, sausage and some veggies and put together a giant omelet that we could share. I made coffee and English muffins and Katie stumbled out of her room as I was putting everything on the table. "Morning, beautiful!" I chirped and she growled at me. I don't mean in a figurative sense, she actually sounded like a bear. I laughed and handed her a cup of coffee. "Rough night?" I asked. She glared at me for a minute and then after a slug of coffee, actually smiled. "No, not really, I smelled something wonderful and couldn't resist finding out what it was." I laughed and leaned in to kiss her. "She threw her hand up between us. "Not until I brush my teeth." She muttered. "It's OK, Sissie," I said, leaning in again. "I don't mind." Up came the hand again. "Maybe not, but I do." She got up and headed toward her room. "OK, Sissie, whatever you say." She came out a few minutes later, hair combed, teeth brushed and with a smile. "That's much better," she said as she got up on tiptoes to kiss me. After breakfast we just kind of lounged around and watched television. I checked my email a couple of times, but we just kind of hung out. It was nice not having any pressure to get anything done. This was the weekend that we settled into a routine. On Monday, I went back to work and caught up with everything that I couldn't do from home. Our sex life settled in a little bit along the way. We didn't jump each other's bones every time we saw each other, but we still had sex somewhere between seven and ten times a week. Some days we didn't touch each other at all, but most weekends we only got out of bed to use the bathroom. We didn't necessarily even leave to eat. A little more than three months after Jeannie and I filed for divorce, I got an email from the attorney. I needed to come in and sign the papers. Jeannie had already signed them and after I signed, we would be divorced. It felt a little weird that the end of our marriage took place with so little fanfare. Katie asked me if I was OK after I came home. I told her I was fine, there was very little emotion in it for me. ******************** A couple of months later, things were going well, or so I thought. We were living our lives together and not only were we close as lovers; we had become even closer as siblings. There were times that Katie seemed to withdraw, but it was always short-lived, so I never gave it much thought. We did everything together, even things we had never done before. We helped Dad with his cabin, setting it up for renters as well as breaking it down when they were done. Dad had built a cabin on a small lake north of Ft. Collins right after they moved out here. He was able to get a great deal on part of an old ranch. He and several of the guys with whom he worked had gotten together and bought the entire ranch and then parceled it out. Dad built a typical mountain cabin overlooking the lake and had been tweaking it over the years. It had become a very nice second home, eventually becoming more than a lake cabin. Mom and Dad spend a lot of weekends there. Several years after they had bought the ranch, a developer approached everybody that had been a participant in the ranch buy. His offer quadrupled the initial investment and most of the group jumped at the deal. My dad and one other guy turned him down flat. My dad said the cabin was his dream and he wasn't giving it up. Fortunately for the others, dad's property and the property of the other guy adjoined at the northern edge of the proposed development and didn't screw up the sale. Dad was content to stay there. The upside for him was that the development made his property value skyrocket. The downside was that there was somebody at the door constantly trying to get dad to sell. He finally had to resort to 'No Trespassing' signs to slow all but the most aggressive lookers. He eventually had the signs especially made to say, 'No Trespassing! I am NOT interested in selling!' One of the visitors did convince dad to change his mind about one thing. He showed dad that by selectively renting out the cabin, dad could pay his real estate taxes and the upkeep on the cabin. So dad started renting it out about ten to twelve weeks a year. His rules were very strict. There would be no college kids, so there would be no frat boy parties to destroy the second love of his life. Single people could rent it out, but they had to be over thirty. His preferred clientele were families. He wanted to help families experience the outdoors so his prices were on a sliding scale. The bigger or younger the family, the cheaper they could get it. Eventually, he had families that returned year after year. He and mom had become friends with the returning couples and would receive pictures each year after the visits. Many of the pictures ended up on the walls of the cabin along with pictures of Katie and me. It was like we had discovered new, extended family. It was actually kind of cool. Any time it was rented, someone from the family would go up to the cabin and lock away Mom and Dad's fishing equipment, breakables, valuables, etc. Katie and I had volunteered to do it this summer. I was taking my vacation a couple of days at a time and we were having a blast. We'd go up on Wednesday night and stay through Friday night. On Thursdays, we'd fish and swim and make love in the little cove in front of the cabin. It was fun, sexy and romantic. It was the third or fourth time up there that I began to realize that things weren't as idyllic for Katie as they were for me. Several times she spent hours alone, sitting and rocking on the porch, looking out at the lake. Then, she would shake herself out of it and be herself for the rest of the time up there. Then, it suddenly got much worse on a trip in the beginning of August. She had been subdued for the week leading up to the trip. She was absolutely quiet on the ride up and hadn't really wanted to fool around once we got there. I gave her space and did some maintenance stuff around the cabin. Katie pretty much stayed out of sight the entire day. I cooked steaks and veggies on the grill and we ate quietly. After we ate, Katie asked if I could take care of the dishes. She seemed really down. I told her no problem and she smiled, a little sadly it seemed and went into the bedroom. Aidan and Katie Ch. 02 I cleaned up and then took a rod and reel down to the lake. I didn't feel like whipping the water into froth, looking for Rainbow Trout, so I put a little bobber on the line with a worm as bait and sat down to just watch it. Evidently, the panfish in the lake were feeling as lazy as me and I didn't see the bobber move in the couple of hours that I was out there. I ended up lying in the grass watching the stars come out. I picked up all of my stuff and made my way back up to the cabin. I put the tackle away, went in and found that Katie was still in the bedroom with the door closed. I decided to leave her alone for a while and sat out on the porch with a book and a diet Coke. I found myself nodding off after a while, so I closed up the cabin, turned everything off and went into the bedroom. When I went into the bedroom, Katie was curled up on the bed and she hardly reacted when I came in, though I could tell she was awake. I stripped down to my boxers and crawled in behind her. She turned and when I looked at her and tears were filling her eyes. "Katie, what's wrong?" I asked her, folding her into my arms. "I fell asleep," she sniffed. "I dreamt of Julie and how much I love her and miss her." I must have looked as hurt as I felt because Katie reached up and touched my face. "I'm sorry Aidan," she whispered. "I'm not trying to hurt you. As much as I love you and what we do, I'm still a lesbian and I thought Julie was my soul mate. I miss the softness of her skin, and as good of a kisser as you are; I miss her lips and kisses. This has been happening more often, but I've been trying to hide it from you. I think I need to be with a woman, again." I was stunned and I didn't know what to say. Once again, my life was tumbling down around my ears. I started to pull away and Katie held on tight and wouldn't let me go. "Don't go, Aidie," she said softly. "I need you, please don't go." "Katie, as my experience with Jeannie clearly demonstrated, I have no idea what goes on in a woman's mind." I said as I was trying to extricate myself from her grasp. "You feel the need to repeat to me that you're a lesbian and that you need a woman. Then you turn back around and say that you need me. I don't understand. I just don't understand what you want from me." She fought me getting loose from her and held me tight. The tears that were in her eyes started tumbling down her cheeks. "Honestly, I'm not sure, either. I think I'm beginning to understand what Julie was feeling. She was a straight girl living in a lesbian relationship. I'm a lesbian girl living in a straight relationship, and not just any straight relationship, a straight relationship with my little brother. My brain is getting in my way. I need to forget it all Aidie, so please make me forget. Please Aidie, please." She snuggled down into my arms, burying her face in my chest. I didn't know what to do. I wanted to help her, but she had really hurt me. I just held her until she pulled her face out of my chest. She kissed my cheek and climbed out of bed. "I'll be right back." She whispered. She went into the bathroom and when she came out, she turned off the light in the bedroom. The only light was from the moon and it was really dark in the room. I heard rustling and then Katie climbed in bed in front of me. She scooted back into spooning position and I realized she had taken her nightgown and panties off. Her bottom bumped into my crotch and she moved away. "Take your shorts off." She whispered over her shoulder, so I complied. I kicked them out from under the sheet. Katie backed up to me again and I held my dick flat up against my abdomen, trying not to poke her. "No," she whispered, "let it go." I let it go and she grasped it and guided it down to her surprisingly wet pussy. She scooted back and my dick slid smoothly into her. "Now just hold me, Baby Bro." She whispered as she pulled my arms around her. I loosely cupped her breasts and kissed the top of her head. We didn't move, other than her cunt muscles massaging my dick. Pretty soon, the squeezing stopped and her breathing smoothed out and I knew she had fallen asleep. I started to pull back; she mumbled in her sleep and pulled my arms tighter around her. I relaxed and just enjoyed the feeling of her warm wet pussy around my dick. Soon, I was drifting off as well and I didn't fight it. I woke in the morning to the aroma of freshly brewed coffee and bacon. I got up and pulled on some basketball shorts and went out to the kitchen. Katie was in the kitchen dressed in the volleyball shorts and a cropped tee shirt. Her hair was pulled back in a ponytail and she looked spectacular. I snuck up behind her, slipped my arms around her tummy and kissed her on her neck. "Mmmmm," she hummed, "that's nice." She leaned back into me and just let me hold her for a moment. She tipped back forward and said, "Let me finish, go sit down." "I'm gonna go to the bathroom and brush my teeth." I said. "I'll be back in a minute." When I came back Katie was putting our plates on the table. She had made fried eggs, bacon and sourdough toast. It looked great and I told her so. She just smiled. We sat down and Katie looked at me with a serious expression on her face. "Aidan, there's some stuff that we need to talk about." I just smiled and refrained from a smart-ass reply. "OK." Her return smile was a little sheepish, embarrassed. "I was very inconsiderate last night. I hurt your feelings and I know it. I am so very sorry. I have spent the last couple of days feeling sorry for myself and I dumped some of it on you." I just smiled again, "It's OK, Sissie. I know you're hurting." She frowned. "No, it's not OK. You've been awesome for me and the first time I'm feeling sorry for myself, I make you feel like you're losing me, too. I know it had to hurt when I said I wanted to be with a woman, just like Jeannie." I frowned myself. "You're nothing like that bitch! You told me how you're feeling before you did anything. I was surprised last night, but I'm OK now. If you need us to stop, or if you need to find someone, just let me know. I want you to be happy, Katie. We can do whatever you want, OK?" She came around and hugged me. "Thank you for being so understanding. I need to think, OK? I'm not sure what I want to do, yet." I thought about it for a minute before I said something that had been on my mind. "Don't misunderstand what I'm gonna say, OK?" I said quietly. She smiled hesitantly, "OK." "I'm gonna start looking for my own place." I said and before I could say anything else, Katie burst into tears. "You hate me!" She cried and started to turn away. I gently grabbed her and drew her to me and she buried her face in my chest. "Katie, I asked you not to misunderstand what I was gonna say and you jumped to a conclusion. I do not hate you. You know I love you more than anything else in the world. Please listen to me." I said as I lifted her chin to look into her tear-filled eyes. "You just told me that you need to be with a woman again. I want you to have what you want. I don't want to get in your way. I'm afraid that if I'm still living with you that you would not want to bring anybody home. I know you; you'd be afraid of hurting my feelings, right?" She tried not to smile, but she couldn't help it and she blushed as well. She nodded and said in a whisper, "You're right. I wouldn't be able to do it with you in the house." "See," I said, "I need to move out so that you can get on with your life. I'm not going to move out tomorrow, I want to look around and see what's available. I haven't looked for an apartment since before the bitch and I got married. OK?" She nodded and buried her face in my chest again. "Aidan, you're too sweet to me. I couldn't ask for a better brother, lover, whatever." "Sooooo, are we OK?" I asked. "Yesss," she teased, "we're fine, unless you've got anything else to drop on me." "Sissssiiiieeee...." I whined. She just laughed and squeezed me tightly. She let go and looked at the clock. "Hey, Baby Bro, we need to get out of here pretty quickly, the Alderson's are due soon." We quickly packed up and I loaded up my truck. Katie was quiet on the way home, but sat right next to me and held my hand. When we got home I carried all of the stuff in and piled mine in my room and piled Katie's in hers. Katie fixed a simple supper while I checked my email. Nothing had come up at work so I was OK. It was fairly late when we got done eating. Katie sat right next to me on the couch as we watched TV for a while. It had been a long day and I was beat. I got up, kissed Katie on the cheek and told her I was going to bed. Her eyes teared up again. Her voice quivered as she asked, "Are you not going to sleep with me anymore?" I took a deep breath and said, "If you want me to continue to sleep with you, I will, but I really think we oughtta start trying to sleep apart a little bit. Maybe we sleep together every other day. What do you think?" The tears tumbled down her cheeks, "OK. But I reserve the right to crawl into bed with you any time I want." I smiled, leaned down and kissed her. "Sounds good to me, goodnight baby." She looked sad, but put on a brave face. "Good night, I love you." "Love you, too." I turned and went to bed. By the way Katie was acting; I didn't think there was much chance that I'd be by myself all night. I set my alarm, undressed and climbed in bed. I was so tired I must have fallen asleep as soon as I closed my eyes. When my alarm went off at six I opened my eyes and Katie was curled up in front of me, her little bottom pushed up against my stomach. In my sleep, I had wrapped my arm around her and was gently cupping a breast. I just smiled, kissed the top of her head and slipped out of bed. After I had finished in the bathroom, I came out to the aroma of freshly brewed coffee, but Katie was not in sight. I grabbed a cup of coffee and sat down at the kitchen table with my laptop. There was a message from my boss setting a late meeting for this afternoon. I checked the sports pages and then started looking at apartment listings when I felt Katie slip her arms around me. "Morning," she breathed sweetly, "How are you?" "I think the more relevant question is 'How are you?'" I asked in return. "How long did you make it before you came to visit me?" She had walked around and gotten a cup of coffee. She was dressed in a button down shirt, and pantyhose. That was it. She sat across from me, blocking the view of her lower half. She blushed and giggled, "About an hour. I missed you." I smiled and shook my head, "OK, then, baby steps." "Yeah, baby steps." She smiled, "You're not mad?" "Nope," I smiled at her and then reached across and covered one of her hands with mine. "I figured it would take us a little while." "OK, good," she smiled back at me, "Whatcha readin'?" Without thinking I replied, "Apartment listings," as I was looking at a nice webpage for some downtown lofts. I heard her gasp and looked back up. 'Fuck!' I thought, cursing myself for my thoughtlessness. Her eyes were shiny with tears and her smile was gone. "You wanna get away from me that badly?" Katie sobbed. I sighed, got up, and knelt by her side. "Katie, we've been through this. I'm just doing what we talked about last night. I haven't looked at apartments since before the bitch and I got married. I was just trying to get an idea of costs. I'd kinda like to live downtown and be able to walk to work, so I was looking at some downtown lofts. That's all I was doing. I am not trying to get away from you." "Oh," she said quietly. "I will stop looking, if that's what you want, but I was doing this for you." I explained. "Remember? You agreed with me when I said you wouldn't bring a girl home if I was living here. I want to give you your space back. That's all." Her breath hitched as she sobbed, "I-I-I know. I'm just scared." "OK," I said softly as I held her, "Let's just let this go for now. Today, you think about what you want and we'll talk over dinner." She didn't respond other than nodding. "I'm gonna be kinda late tonight." I said, standing up. "My boss wants to go over accounts for my presentation tomorrow after everyone else leaves and I'm not gonna be home until about seven. Is that OK?" "Yeah," Katie said, "I'll cook something special." "Cool," I said, kissing the top of her head. "I'll see you tonight." It was a typical Monday other than the meeting. The meeting took a lot longer than I thought it would and I interrupted my boss and called Katie to tell her I wouldn't be home until about nine. She said she would be able to delay dinner until then. My boss finally got done and asked if I wanted to go get a beer. I declined as graciously as I could and drove straight home. I walked in at about ten till nine and something smelled wonderful. I walked up behind Katie and wrapped my arms around her waist, and nestled into her hair, kissing her head. Katie sighed and leaned back into me. "Hey, Big Guy," she breathed, and then ground her butt into my crotch, awakening my dick. "Happy to see me?" I pulled my hands up to her boobs and murmured, "Mmmm-hmmm. What smells so good? Besides you that is." She giggled. "Thank you, I made Italian beef from Grandma Scarpello's recipe. Now go get cleaned up and I'll put out the sandwiches." I kissed her again, went in changed my clothes and washed up. When I came out she had piled the beef on the crusted rolls with peppers and onions and plenty of juice. The sandwiches were really sloppy, but awesome. We didn't talk much through dinner and I felt as though I needed a shower when I was finished. I got myself cleaned up, again, and then helped Katie with the dishes. "You know, Aidie," Katie said as we were cleaning up, "I will really miss your help in the kitchen." I stopped and looked at her. "What do you mean?" She smiled, "I thought about us all day. You're right; you need to find your own place. Neither of us will move on with our lives until we are living on our own again. So, you need to find a place and get out!" I grinned and picked her up and kissed her. "Aren't you tough?" She laughed, "Yeah, that's me, Tough Katie." "Uh-huh," I replied drily. We finished in the kitchen and she sat next to me on the couch holding my hand. My day had been exceptionally long and with a full stomach, I was nodding off almost immediately. "Come on you big lug," I heard Katie saying, "Get up and go to bed." "OK," I mumbled, "Where?" She pushed me down the hall, "Your room." "OK." I answered and went and fell in bed. The next thing I remember, my alarm was going off and Katie was snuggled in front of me, just like yesterday. I was holding her tightly. I kissed the top of her head and slid out of bed, trying not to wake her. I failed, "Hey," she said sleepily, "Where ya goin'?" I said over my shoulder, heading to the bathroom, "To take a shower, I gotta be in early today. We have a presentation for my boss's bosses to go over the numbers we generated last night." I paused at the door, looking back at her. She was sitting up in the bed, looking all disheveled from sleep and absolutely adorable. "I've got to be sure I'm ready." I explained. "This could mean a promotion and a raise." "Oh," she mumbled, flopping back on the bed. "Good luck." "Thanks," I said. "Don't you need to get up soon?" "I can sleep for an hour or so." She said, peering at the alarm clock. "OK, is that thing set?" I asked before leaving the room as she sat up, set it and flopped back in bed again. I kissed her on the cheek as I was leaving and she mumbled something unintelligible. It made me smile. I busted my ass for several hours before the presentation to upper management. It seemed to go over very well. The questions were pointed and seemed to convey that upper management understood my presentation. I left the conference room and went to my office, leaving my boss behind. About fifteen minutes later he stuck his head in and asked if I would go to lunch with him in about an hour. I said sure and he left. It seemed like a few minutes later he stuck his head in the door and said he was ready to go. We walked to his favorite steakhouse and were seated within minutes. The cute, tiny, redheaded server asked what we wanted to drink and I asked for diet Coke and Bob asked for a Killian's. I was surprised. "A beer for lunch?" I grinned and raised an eyebrow. He laughed. "Yeah, I know. I'm not going back this afternoon. My wife got us a couple's spa appointment for our anniversary. I'm gonna go get her after we're done here." "Ahh..." was all I said. He glanced at me and snorted, "Yeah, yeah..." The girl came back with our drinks and Bob ordered a steak sandwich and I got a Reuben. He waited until she walked away before speaking. "The bosses really liked your presentation." Bob said, grinning proudly. "In fact, they authorized me to offer you the District Manager's job, well, my job. It's a lot more responsibility, but it's also a lot more money. I accepted the Regional Director's job after your presentation." He pulled a sheet of paper out of his jacket and slid it across the table to me. I hesitated. He grinned, "It's OK, look at it. I want you to look at it. It's the formal offer." I peered at him. "That didn't take long to write up after the presentation." He laughed out loud, loud enough that it drew the attention of other diners. "Yeah, you're right. It would've been quick, if they waited until after the presentation to prepare it. The presentation simply confirmed for them what I have been telling them. They handed me my offer and yours was attached to it." He paused a moment to let that sink in. "You're ready Aidan, and I'm really very proud of you. Look at it." I unfolded it and nearly passed out. I knew Bob made a lot more money than me, but this offer nearly doubled my annual income. Not only that, it came with stock options, a car allowance and access to the company country club membership. "Jesus Christ Bob!" I exclaimed. "This is a shitload of money...and a car allowance!?!?" He laughed. "The car allowance has a purpose. You're going to be travelling a lot more and the company wants you to get a nice SUV, preferably American. A Cadillac, Lincoln... something like that. The allowance is generous enough to cover that. The access to the company country club membership has a purpose as well. We want you to take middle/upper management types from our clients out to play golf. As you know, our sales guys take care of engineers, buyers, techs...guys like that, but we need to reach into the client's companies a little deeper. I haven't been very good at that. But with your personality and your golf game, we think it could really benefit the company." He paused while we were served lunch. After we had started to eat and he had given me a chance to digest the enormity of what I had been offered. He asked, "Soooo, what do you think?" I lost my cool for a moment, replying, "That I'd have to be a fuckin' idiot to decline!" He nearly spit his steak at me, he started laughing so hard. I reddened immediately. "Damn, I'm sorry boss." He regained his composure and chuckled. "No problem. So, I take that's a yes?" "Yes Sir, it is." I smiled and stuck out my hand. "I can't thank you enough for your guidance, instruction, assistance and mentoring, sir." He grinned. "You're welcome. Although, to be honest, my assistance wasn't entirely altruistic. Your performance has made me look good and got me the Regional Director's position that I have coveted since I was in your job. Let's just say we helped each other." Aidan and Katie Ch. 02 I grinned back, "Works for me, but really, thank you." He said no more. We finished lunch and walked back to the office. We parted ways at the door. "Aidan, take the rest of the day off. You worked late last night, were in early this morning and now with the job offer, your adrenaline has to be off the charts. Go home and relax, OK?" "Sure boss; thanks." I said and headed up to my office. I went in, cleaned up what I had been working on and shut down my computer and I was leaving by two. I took the opportunity to look at three or four loft apartments nearby and fell in love with a two bedroom unit that had great views of the city. It was in a renovated nineteenth century factory building. It had polished concrete floors, exposed ceilings with flat black painted ductwork and rough brick walls. The appliances were all glossy black and the accents stainless steel. It had a clean modern look combined with the rough basics of the old factory. It looked like a bachelor pad. It had a second bedroom that would be perfect for my home office. It also came with a parking space and since I would be walking to work, I could leave my truck there and park my company car in the garage at work. It was a place out of my dreams. It was very expensive, but now I could afford it. I was ecstatic. I signed a lease, took the keys and was assured that the unit would be available to move in by the weekend. I went home and called a moving company. I decided that I could afford it now and I really didn't want to mess with the difficulty of moving into an apartment. I set the move up for Monday, deciding to make a long weekend of it. Then I made reservations at The Capital Grille, Katie's favorite restaurant. I sent her a text, saying that I had news and we were going out for dinner at eight and she needed to plan accordingly. I wanted to pre-empt any thoughts she might have of hanging around after school. I dug out my black suit with grey pinstripes, a crisp white shirt and red silk tie. I polished my shoes and then I went to a florist and bought Katie some daisies, her favorite. Katie got home about four thirty and after thanking me for the flowers, demanded to know what was going on and I refused to tell her. I asked if her car was clean and she said it was not. I told her to dress nicely for our date. "Date?" She said, raising and eyebrow. "What do you mean, date?" "I'm taking you out for a special dinner and I want to show you off." I said. "Dress as though you were going out with Emma Watson." I knew that she thought Ms. Watson was the hottest woman alive and I also knew that would pique her interest. I went out and cleaned up the inside of her car and then ran it through a drive thru car wash. When I got back, she was nowhere to be seen. I heard her shower running and I knew she had started getting ready. I took a shower and then took my time getting ready. I tucked the offer sheet and the lease, along with a brochure from my new apartment into my inside coat pocket and hung the jacket on a chair. Then I sat down to watch TV. After a while I checked my watch and it was closing in on seven o'clock. We would need to leave soon if we were going to make our reservation. Katie stepped out of the room and stood shyly at the door. "How do I look?" She asked softly. I stood, turned to look at her and was stunned speechless. She slowly twirled so that I could get the full effect of the dress, and of her. The black cocktail dress left her right shoulder bare and had a dramatic drape over the left that swept down the back, angling to the hem. The drape included a ruffled edge trimmed in silver that floated around her arm. The hem was about two inches above the knees, her beautifully tanned legs shimmering beneath the dress. She had silver, sling back, high heeled shoes adorning her feet. Her long brown hair was pulled back into a high, tight ponytail, bound by a silver band that matched her shoes. The end of the ponytail flipped up and bounced sexily behind her. In short, she was devastatingly beautiful. "I, I, I..." I stammered. She laughed, her joy at rendering me speechless evident. "So, I take it that you think that I look OK?" I just nodded, unable to form a coherent sentence. "Good!" She grinned, "I got the reaction I wanted." She breezed past me, her lips grazing my cheek, the back of her hand grazing the front of my bulging pants saying, "Aren't you coming?" She stopped and waited at the front door, grinning, watching me scramble. I ran to the front door and pulled it open for her. Then I ran out to the car and held the door for her again, this time holding her hand as she gracefully descended into the seat. Finally, I ran around the car and threw myself into the driver's seat. Katie giggled at my obvious fluster with her gorgeousness. "Gee, Aidan," she giggled, "Is this your first date in a while, or something?" I took a deep breath and turned to her. "Yes, it is. You know it is. It doesn't hurt that I am escorting the most beautiful woman I've ever seen." She blinked in surprise, tears glazing her eyes. "Aidan, you're too sweet. You mean that don't you?" I nodded, not wanting to spoil the moment. "Thank you." She whispered, holding out her hand. I reached out and she took my hand in hers, briefly stroking the back of my hand against her soft, smooth cheek, before kissing it lightly. She held my hand in her lap as I drove. "Where are we going?" She asked. I smiled. "It's a surprise." She smiled back. "OK." I pulled up in front of The Capital Grille and she looked at me in surprise. "Aidan? Can you afford this?" Her eyes narrowed, "Are we going dutch?" I laughed. "Yes, I can afford this and no, we are definitely not going dutch." "OK," She said suspiciously, as the valet opened her door and another opened mine. I took the claim check and escorted my beautiful date into the restaurant. As we passed through the ornate entrance, I glanced back at the valets as they stared at Katie's magnificent butt. I cleared my throat and the teenagers blushed and spun around. I started laughing at their embarrassment. Katie looked at me with suspicion. "What?" I said, "In a minute." We were escorted to a secluded table and the hostess lit the candle before she left. Our server came over and asked if we had been there before and we smiled and responded that we had. "Is this a special occasion?" The petite Asian girl asked. Before Katie could respond, I said, "Yes it is." "Could I get you something to drink?" She asked. I looked at Katie, "Do you mind?" She just shook her head, a small smile playing on her lips. "Could we get a bottle of Willakenzie Estate Pinot Noir?" I smiled. "Excellent, sir," She said, "My name is Mina, we'll be back in a moment with your wine. I'll leave you alone for now. " Katie looked at me. "For someone who hasn't dated in a long time, you are doing really well." I smiled. "I've been on the website today, trying to make choices that will make this perfect." She smiled, "So far, so good. So what's this surprise and special occasion?" I said, "Wait until the wine..." The sommelier came up with the wine, presented it and poured a taste for me. It was exactly what I had been expecting and I told him as much. He smiled and poured the wine and disappeared. Katie tasted it and smiled, "This is very good." "I was hoping it would be." I smiled back. "OK," Katie said, now what's this big surprise?" I pulled the offer sheet out of my jacket and slid it across the table. She raised an eyebrow, but unfolded the paper. The surprise on her face was undeniable. "Aidan!" She exclaimed in surprise, "Is this real?" I grinned, unable to contain my pride. "Yes it is." She got up, came around the table and threw her arms around me, kissing me, hard. "Congratulations, baby! I'm soooo proud of you. You really deserve this!" She kissed me again before going back and sitting down. "Thank you, Katie." I smiled, "It really means a lot coming from my big sister." "So, what now?" She asked with a smile. "What do you mean?" I asked back. She scowled, "A question with a question? I thought we were past that." I blushed, "I didn't know what you were asking, I'm sorry." "Oh, OK." The scowl was replaced by a smile. "I mean, we've talked about you getting your own place. Does this confirm that decision?" I blushed again, hanging my head, not replying. She started laughing, "Impetuous, impulsive, impatient Aidan has struck again, hasn't he?" "I prefer to think of it as decisive." I replied defensively. She stuck out her hand. "Let me see the lease!" Sheepishly, I pulled the lease and the brochure out of my jacket and slid them across the table. She looked at the lease, her eyes widening and then the brochure. I had circled the floor plan for my new apartment. "Wow! She exclaimed. "That is really nice looking," she raised an eyebrow, "and expensive." "I know," I mumbled, "but it's really cool and I fell in love with it." "Stop it Aidan." Katie said firmly. "Look at me." I looked up. "I'm not mad, I'm not hurt; this is what we talked about. It's OK. It really is OK, Aidan. I want you to be happy and we both need to move on." She spoke gently, holding my hand. "Really?" I said, "It's OK, you're not mad?" She smiled, "Actually, I'm happy for you and a little jealous." She paused, looking into my eyes, and then broke the mood entirely, "Can we eat? I'm starving!" I laughed, startled. I caught Mina's eye and she came over. "Are you ready to order?" I looked expectantly at Katie. Not surprisingly she deferred to me. "I'm not completely sure, you go ahead." I shook my head. "OK. I'll have the Fresh Mozzarella, Tomato and Basil salad with the 12-year Aged Balsamic." Katie said, "Ooooh, that sounds good." I looked at her, "Do you want to go ahead?" "No, you finish." She answered, blushing. "OK," I glared at her, Mina looking uncomfortable. I looked up at her. "It's OK, she's my sister and she's been doing this to me my entire life." Mina giggled, "I do the same thing to my little brother." "Sisters," I sighed and Mina and Katie giggled. "I'll have the Double Cut Lamb Rib Chops, medium rare." "Would you like any sides with that?" Mina asked, politely. "I don't think so, thanks." I replied. She turned to Katie, "and for you?" "I think I'll have the Fresh Mozzarella, Tomato and Basil salad with the 12-year Aged Balsamic, too." Katie said. "I'd also like the Sliced Filet Mignon with Cipollini Onions and Wild Mushrooms, medium rare and no other sides, please." I flipped the menu over and saw something. "Mina, I'd like to add something." "Certainly, sir. What else could I get for you?" Mina asked. "We'd like the Lobster Mac 'N' Cheese." I grinned. "Oooh, that's my favorite!" Katie squealed. Mina giggled, "Mine, too. Will that be all?" "I believe so, for now, thank you." I said with a smile. "Thank you, sir." Mina smiled, and it looked like a genuine smile. "She likes you." Katie said. I looked up and a grin was trying to break through. "Would you stop doing that?" I said and she laughed. "I can't help it, Aidan," she said giggling, "you just get so embarrassed. But she does, you know." "OK," I said, "so what?" "So nothing," she said, reaching across and holding my hand. "I just want you to find someone." "Katie," I said, "it's OK. I'll find someone. Maybe I should start pointing out girls to you. What do you think?" She grinned, "Point taken." They brought the food. It was terrific. We talked through the rest of dinner about my new job and her job. She told a couple of funny stories about her kids in school. All in all it was a very pleasant evening. It was also really expensive, but worth it. After I paid, Katie went to the restroom and I went to get the car. The timing was perfect as Katie walked out as the car arrived. The teenage valets were a little more discreet in their ogling of Katie's ass, but they still did it. They both looked back at me when I cleared my throat, embarrassed again. I motioned for them to come over and they did, both looking very nervous. "Guys, you can do whatever you want, but I would use a little more discretion when checking out the ladies. Most guys would not be happy with you checking out their ladies. I'd hate for you to get your asses kicked, if you could avoid it. Just be more careful, OK?" I handed them each ten bucks and walked away. I looked back at them as I was getting in the car and they were nodding at me. I hoped my advice would be well received. As I drove away, Katie asked, "What was that about?" As I explained what I had done with the kids and why, Katie started laughing. I glanced over at her, "What?" "You probably have put a dent in those kids psyche's a mile wide." She laughed. "Every time they look at some woman's ass, they are going to immediately look around to see who's going to kick their ass. Aidan, you're too funny." "Uh-huh..." I muttered. "OK, that's enough of that." She said. "Are you going show me your new place?" I sighed, "All I can do is show the building to you. I can't get into my apartment until Saturday." She grinned, "Then show it to me." "OK," I said. We drove down to the building and Katie wanted to park and get out. We walked around the neighborhood, just to see what was nearby. We found a small grocery store within a couple of blocks. There were a lot of trendy clubs and brew pubs within a short walk. I enjoyed walking with Katie, exploring what would soon be my new neighborhood. Having a beautiful woman on my arm drew some attention and I enjoyed that, also. The longer we walked and explored, the more quiet and withdrawn Katie seemed to get. Finally, she said she was getting tired, so we walked back to the car, I opened the door and she slipped inside. Katie scooted over and sat next to me, like girls used to do in high school. She snuggled up against me and hung onto my arm. It was sweet and romantic, but she was still very quiet. I opened the door for her when we got to her place and we walked hand in hand into her apartment. I followed her into her bedroom, kicked off my shoes and she looked at me with a sad little smile. "I'm thinking that you want to make love," Katie said softly. I smiled, "Only if that's what you want." "Not tonight," she whispered. "Could you just hold me? I need to be held." "Sure, Katie," I said, "let me get this suit off and I'll get into some shorts, OK? She got up on her tiptoes and kissed my cheek. "Thanks, Aidie." "No problem, Sissie." I murmured and went to my room. She was already in bed when I got in there. I slid in behind her to find that she was in a full length nightgown. It was silky, but it covered her from her neck to her toes. She grabbed my arm and pulled it around her waist, entwining her fingers in mine. "G'night Aidan," she whispered. "Night, Sissie." I murmured. It seemed that she was asleep in moments, judging by her breathing. I wondered what had happened during our evening. Everything was sweet and romantic, and then suddenly she seemed to withdraw again. I was confused, but wouldn't ask her about it unless she brought it up. The next morning she was better, but still quiet. When I got home that night, she was still withdrawn. I decided to ask what was wrong. I couldn't just let this go. We sat down to dinner and she has hardly said a word and I decided that it was now or never. "Katie?" I said softly. She looked up at me briefly, before looking back down at her plate. "What?" "What's wrong?" I couldn't think of a more circumspect way of approaching her so I decided that directly would be the best approach. "You've been acting all depressed and have been quiet since we saw my apartment building. I want to know what's wrong so that I can help." She smiled sadly, looking up at me. There were tears glistening in her eyes. "You didn't see her did you?" "See her, who?" I asked, confused. "Julie..." She said quietly. "She was walking down the street near your apartment, arm in arm with Ric. She was snuggling up to him...like she used to w-w-with m-m-me. I-I-I m-m-missss h-h-her." I got up, walked around the table and took her in my arms, holding her as she cried. She buried her face in my chest and sobbed. After a few minutes, she pulled away and after kissing me, went into her room and closed the door. She wanted to sleep alone over the next several nights. I assumed that I would find her in bed with me when I awoke, but she never came. My days were a blur as I turned over my duties to Bob Reed and my boss started showing me the ropes of my new job. I did remember to set up my utilities for the new apartment so that I would have internet access over the weekend. The weekend came and I was exhausted. I got up late on Saturday and Katie was gone, so I decided to move my computer stuff to the apartment and set up my wireless network. I went to the storage unit and retrieved everything I would need, including the desk and chair. I got Dave to help me move the desk into my apartment but he didn't stay, he left to have lunch with Reagan. I felt a pang of jealousy that he was in a stable relationship. I wasn't sure what I was in with Katie, particularly since she was acting so erratically. My mind was on Katie and what we had...didn't have as I did the mindless work of wiring the desktop computer, printers, etc. I reached no definitive conclusions on our non-relationship as I finished up. As I sat idly surfing the web, my phone rang. It was Katie, "Hey little Bro, what're you doing?" "I just finished setting up the network and computers in my office in the apartment," I said. "What are you up to?" "I went shopping with some friends and just had a girl's day." She said. "Ahh," I said sagely. "Have fun?" "Yes, I did." She said with a firmness I hadn't heard from her in a while. She also sounded more relaxed and happy than she had recently. "Sooo," I said slowly, "What's up?" "Why don't you come and get me and show me your new place?" She said brightly. "I wanna see it!" I just laughed. "OK, I'll be there in about a half hour. You know there are less places to sit than the house had just before I moved, right?" She giggled, "Yeah, yeah, just get here, OK?" "OK," I laughed, "See ya." I drove to Katie's and she was waiting out front when I got there. She was smiling and kissed me on the cheek, having climbed in my truck. She didn't scoot next to me again, staying on her side. "Hey, Baby Bro'," she said, "how you doin'?" "Fine, Joey," I said, "How are you?" She laughed, "I'm good." We talked about the balance of the week since we had been out to dinner. She didn't talk about what had been bothering her and I didn't ask. We got to the apartment building and I parked in the garage. We rode the elevator to my floor and Katie was very impressed with the building. I let us into the apartment and Katie said, "Wow! Aidan, this is really, really cool. I'm soooo jealous!" I couldn't help but grin. "Thanks, Sissie. I really like it." "I love the black appliances and the black countertops." Katie gushed. "It's so cool," she repeated. She went down and looked in my office and then into my bedroom. After walking around, she asked, "What will you do about furniture?" "I don't know," I said. "Probably just use what I've got for a while. I'll think about getting some more later." "I don't think so!" She said emphatically. "You are not going to live like a gypsy! We're definitely going furniture shopping in the morning!" Aidan and Katie Ch. 02 "Uhhhh, OK." I said slowly. "Come on," she said, "let's go home." We went home and she fixed leftover sandwiches for dinner. We snuggled up on the couch and watched a couple of romantic comedies that she liked. I fell asleep and sometime later she woke me up. "Get up and go to bed, you old bear." She laughed. "Huh?" I said. "Old bear?" "With all the noises and smells that have been coming from you for the last hour, I figured you had turned into a bear." She said, trying to keep a straight face. "Nice..." I said. She just laughed again, "Go to bed." "Where?" I asked. "Your room." She said simply. "OK." I said and went to my room. I stripped down to my shorts and crawled into bed. I was asleep in a few minutes. ******************** I woke up the next morning and Katie was curled up in front of me, her bottom pressed into me. I lay there for a few minutes, just enjoying her soft, warm smoothness. Then I got up and went to the bathroom. When I came back she was gone, so I went in and took a shower and got ready. I was watching Sports Center when she came out, ready to go. "Let's go get some breakfast. OK?" She said brightly. "Works for me." I answered. We went to The Delectable Egg. Mom and Dad started taking us there for Sunday breakfast as soon as we moved to Denver, it was kind of a family tradition. We each got what we had been getting for years. I got a waffle combo and Katie got stuffed French toast. We sat there for a little while quietly enjoying our breakfast. When we were done, Katie said she had some ideas for furniture for my house. We went to a small furniture store that specializes in kitchen and breakfast bar furniture. I paid for a small kitchen table, glossy black with stainless steel chairs that had black leather seats, kind of like fifties diner ware. She also found barstools that matched the kitchen table and chairs. The next place we went, she picked out a red leather sofa with two matching side chairs. She said that my black leather recliner would look perfect with the red leather. She didn't see any end tables or a coffee table that she liked there, so we went to another store. This was the last place we went, because I bought glossy black and stainless steel end tables along with a coffee table. These tables looked like they had been made to specifically match my new kitchen table, chairs and bar stools. Even though I had dropped a ton of money, I was very excited to see the living room, dining room and kitchen come together. She also found a simple chest of drawers that was modern, yet would match the bed and night stand for my bedroom. We arranged for all of the new furniture to be delivered and set up on Tuesday morning. Katie said she would take the day off and help me arrange everything. We grabbed some McDonalds on the way home and watched TV for a little while. We went to bed separately and I found her in my bed again on Monday morning. I called my boss to tell him that I was moving, again and I wouldn't be in for a couple of days. It wasn't a problem, as I knew it wouldn't be. I met the moving people at the storage unit and they had everything out and in the truck in about an hour. I left all of the patio furniture and lawn care stuff in the unit. I told the guys I would meet them at the apartment and I went to the office. I rented the unit for a year and paid in advance. Then I drove to meet the movers. They got to the apartment about the same time that I did. Katie and I had clearly labeled all of the boxes and I had the guys put them in the appropriate rooms. They helped me set up the bed and we arranged the bedroom. They were done by noon and I started unpacking. I found the sheets and made the bed. I had been working for a while when my phone rang. "Hey, Katie!" I said happily. "What's up?" "Are you coming home for dinner?" Katie asked. "Or are you staying there tonight? I figured you'd be home and I've fixed a nice meal for us." I looked around and realized that I was nearly done and I could go to Katie's without losing to much time. "I'll be home." I said. "I just want to get the boxes out to my truck. I'll be home in a little while." When I got home and walked through the door, wonderful aromas assaulted me. I went in and quickly washed up and practically ran back to the kitchen. Katie had cooked pot roast with onions, potatoes and carrots, another one of my favorites from my childhood. The beef melted in my mouth as did the vegetables. Katie had outdone herself and I told her as much. She blushed, "Thank you, Baby Brother; I wanted your last night here to be memorable." "Well, Katie," I smiled, "It is." "Could you clean up for me?" Katie asked. "Sure," I said, "Tired?" "Kinda," she said, "I'm gonna take a shower." "OK," I answered. "I think I will, too after I finish with the dishes." She got up, kissed me on the cheek, and went into her room. I cleaned up the kitchen and went into the other bathroom. I pulled on some sleep shorts and a tee shirt and walked to my room. Just after I got in there, I heard Katie calling me. I walked back to her room and stopped dead in my tracks in the door. Katie was naked, facing away from me, on her knees, her face down on the pillows. "K-K-K-Katie?" I stammered. She giggled, "I told you that I wanted your last night here to be memorable. So here I am. Make it memorable." I wasn't sure about this. "B-b-b-but, y-you haven't wanted to." She moved to sit on the bed to look at me. She smiled, "Oh, yes I have. That's why I've been crawling in bed with you. I can't stand not being with you, and I end up giving up and come in to be with you. I just can't stand being alone anymore. When I do, you're so asleep that you don't know that I'm there. Tonight, I decided to not be subtle." She turned back over, put her head down and stuck her butt in the air. She waited a moment and then wiggled her ass, as if to say 'Come and get it.' Standing there looking at her naked body made my dick come alive and I was rock hard in a heartbeat. "K-Katie? What do you want me to do?" She didn't raise her head, she just said, "Whatever you want. I trust you to make it memorable." I stripped off my shorts and tee shirt and crawled in behind her. I kissed her smooth bottom and she giggled and wiggled it at me. I kissed again and ran my hands over her smooth, warm, soft butt. "Katie," I whispered, "I'm gonna make you feel good." I kissed her butt again and ran my hands around to her belly, brushing the top of her slit. I kept my lips on the smooth skin of her butt and spoke again. "I'm gonna make you come, come so, so hard..." I ran my hands up and cupped her hanging breasts, then gently pinched her nipples. I heard a soft moan. I kissed inward towards the center of her butt, circling inward with every kiss. My hands slipped down off of her boobs and teased the top of her slit again. She moaned softly again. My tongue slithered into the crack of her bottom and she squeaked, squeezed her cheeks together and tried to wriggle away. I gently held her in place. "Sissie?" I whispered. "You said whatever I wanted. You said to make it memorable. That's what I'm doing; let me make this memorable for you." She relaxed a tiny bit and stopped trying to get away. "But, Aidan..." "No buts," I said softly as I kissed her bottom again, "Except this one." I delicately licked the top of the crack and she wiggled. "Aidan..." she said slowly and softly. "Trust me...let me..." I breathed. I crawled up to her head, leaning in to kiss her. Her tongue warmly met mine, signaling her love and trust. I slipped back down, leaned in and kissed the crack and licked a little deeper, a little lower. She wriggled again and sighed, but didn't try to get away. I moved slowly, deliberately, not wanting to freak my sister out. Kissing the smooth skin gently, I glided my hand around her hip, finding her silky tummy and then lower to her smoothly waxed mound. She jerked a little as I wound my fingertip around her clit. Increasing the pressure, I pressed the little bump and her hips started rocking as she got into my manipulation of her sex. I was hoping to distract her as I prepared to snake my tongue down into her little wrinkle. Her head had drifted down and settled on the pillow. I kept the gentle massage of her clit steady and firm as I slowly approached her little pink hole. Reaching it, I ran the tip of my tongue around the outside of the pucker and Katie shivered. "Ohhhh Aidan," she breathed softly. I withdrew and shushed her, "Shhhhh, baby, you'll love this..." I dipped my head back and rimmed the pucker again and Katie shivered and I felt a little push back. I smiled, knowing that Katie was getting into it. I hesitated a moment as I slipped my thumb into her increasingly wet pussy. "Ohhhh Aidan," my sister repeated. My thumb pushed in deeper and my forefinger and middle finger slid alongside of Katie's clit and rubbed it between them. Moving my head down and curling my tongue, I gathered her dripping juices from her pussy and dragged some up to her butthole and smeared the slippery stuff around. Katie obviously felt it, liked it and she started wriggling. With the extra lubrication I was able to start digging my tongue into her ass and she started pushing back in earnest. "Ohhhh Aidan," she muttered, "don't stop, please don't stop! It feels so good! I think, I think...ohhhh... ahhh...oooohhh..." I kept digging in as deep as I could with my tongue, the bitter flavor and the knowledge that this was my sister's ass making me throbbingly hard. I dug deeper with my tongue and with my tongue and Katie started shaking. "Ai-Ai-Aidan..." she moaned "I'm, I'm, I'm c-c-coming..." I pulled my face away from digging with my tongue, kissed her wiggling bottom and said, "Come on baby, come for me...come from your baby brother's tongue in your ass..." "Ahhhhh, ohhhh, eeeeee..." Katie shrieked, "Aidan, I'm coming, I'm coming baby brother..." She shook and ground her ass back into my face, my tongue digging deeper than ever, her tight butt relaxing and letting me in. I kept the pressure up on her pussy as I felt it squeezing my thumb as her orgasm seemed to go on forever. Finally, she eased forward, pulling away from my tongue and my thumb and fingers. She sank to the bed, moaning softly. "Oh, God Aidan..." she moaned, "I have never felt anything like that before. I just came and came. Come up here and hold me..." I slithered up beside her and she rolled on her side, letting me spoon up to her backside. My dick slid between her legs and rested against her pussy. I could feel the heat and wetness as I cuddled her and softly cupped her breast. I brushed the rock hard nipple and she shivered again. "Ohhh Aidan," she moaned, but didn't say more. We lay there quietly enjoying each other. I kept lazily stroking her breast, keeping her nipple and Katie aroused. Her hips started gently rocking, dragging her grasping pussy back and forth along my dick. With as aroused as I was, I was afraid the friction would cause me to come before I could get my cock inside of her. I had nothing to worry about as she reached down and clasped my dick and tipped her hips back into me, guiding my pulsing cock into her amazingly still throbbing pussy. She started to rock her hips back and forth, pulling back until the head would catch on her pubic bone, then slide back down until I was buried inside, once again. She repeated this over and over, the pressure from the pubic bone producing a delightful friction on the bottom of the head. After a few minutes, every time the bone would catch the head, my hips jerked involuntarily, driving my manhood deep inside of her. She would pause momentarily and then slowly drag her pussy back, catching the bone again. The longer we went on, the deeper I would drive into her. Eventually, she rolled onto her stomach and I rolled with her. "Fuck me Aidan," she breathed, "fuck me hard, fuck me deep, make me come with you..." I started slowly, her hips rising to meet me on every thrust. Gradually picking up speed, I was slamming into her, my hips slapping her ass and her moans increasing with every thrust. Her hand slipped down between her legs and I could see her arm moving as she frigged her clit. "Oh God, Aidan," she started to babble, "I'm coming, come with me, I'm coming, come on baby brother, don't let me come alone...Ohhhh Goddd, here it comes...come with meeee..." I did, coming, hard, stopping thrusting, holding my dick deep inside of her. I jetted ribbon after ribbon of jizz deep inside of my sister, her hips thrusting, her cunt grasping. Soon, she stopped moving and I backed off a little, just holding myself inside of her. I bent and kissed around her back. "Mmmmm, Aidan..." she muttered, "I love you..." I smiled, even though she couldn't see me, "I love you too, Sissie." She started wriggling under me, "Let me up Aidan." I slid my dick out of her, and crawled backwards off of her. I lay down behind her again and she slipped out of bed, headed to the bathroom. She came back out and snuggled up in front of me, allowing me to spoon her again. "Hold me Aidan. I want to fall asleep in your arms one more time." I kissed the back of her neck and pulled the sheet over us. I pulled Katie tight to me and held her tightly. She wound her fingers in mine, holding as tight to my arm and hand as I was holding onto her. The next morning she was up and gone by the time I woke up. There was fresh coffee and a note. 'Aidan, I didn't want to see you today. I think that your leaving is going to make me cry and I don't want us to part like that. Please know that I love you and I'm going to miss you terribly. I know we said we needed this and you want me to find a girl, but I'm still going to miss you. We need to spend some time apart, other than tomorrow. We need to be good tomorrow, and then after some time apart, we'll see. I love you Aidan, more than you'll ever know. You've made me very happy this last year and you made me realize that I deserve to be loved and that I can look for someone to love and to love me. I will never forget our special time together. I'll see you tomorrow; please remember that I'll always love you. Katie' I sat and stared at her letter. It made me sad and happy. I got up, dressed and packed up my clothes and threw them in the truck. I spent the rest of the day unpacking and putting stuff away. By about nine o'clock nearly all of the important things were put away and I realized that I was starving and I had no food in the refrigerator. I went down to the street to see if I could take advantage of living downtown for the first time. I found a little deli down the street and got a pastrami sandwich, potato salad and a couple of beers. I walked back to the apartment and sat down in front of the TV and relaxed for the first time in my apartment. The sandwich was very good, as was the potato salad. The beers were just the right thing to top off my deli meal. I watched TV for a little while and then went to bed, anticipating seeing Katie in the morning. ******************** I got up early, made the bed and took a shower. I had just gotten dressed when I heard the doorbell. Katie was at my door. She had coffee and bagels. "Hey, baby Bro'" she said, smiling. "I brought breakfast." "Cool," I said, kissing her on the cheek. She came in and put the bagels and coffee on the breakfast bar. She pulled out a couple of plates and cut the bagels and smeared cream cheese on her cinnamon and raisin and my blueberry. "What time are they supposed to be here?" She asked before taking a big bite. "Sometime before noon." I answered. "OK," she said, "after we eat, let's move the recliner out of the way. I have an idea of how this should look and I want the couch and other chairs here before we decide anything." "Do I have any say in this?" I asked, smiling. "As a matter of fact, you do not!" She answered, smiling herself. "OK, just checking." I said. Then I moved the recliner and TV tray out of the way. I turned on the TV and we watched a network morning show until the first driver called and said the truck would be here in about ten minutes. It was the couch and chairs. The driver and his helper took the furniture out of the boxes and set them up where Katie directed. They left and Katie stood looking at the arrangement. She didn't like it, so I moved everything. She liked that better, but she wasn't happy. "Let's wait until the rest of it gets her, OK?" She asked. I flopped down in the recliner. "Works for me." Katie laughed and picked up her coffee, shaking the cup. "Hey, I'm out, I'm going to run down and get some more. Want some?" "Yeah, thanks." I said, reaching for my wallet. "Nah," she said, "this is on me." "'K," I said. While she was gone the other truck came. I had them start bringing in the furniture and before they were done, Katie was back. She jumped right in, directed them and before they left with the boxes, my apartment looked like something out of an urban living magazine. "How am I gonnna live here?" I said, standing in the middle of a magazine worthy living room. She grinned. "What do you mean?" "This place is perfect," I complained, "I won't be able to leave anything out of place." She started laughing. "Well, aren't you old enough to pick up after yourself?" I glared. "Yeesss, I am, but I don't want to feel guilty if I don't do it!" "Then don't...ya big baby!" She was still laughing at me. I just sighed. "You know I'm gonna do it, don't you?" She giggled. "Uh-huh." "Bitch," I muttered under my breath. "Asshole!" She said, clearly not under her breath. "Yeah, yeah, yeah..." I gave up, knowing I had already lost. She came over and hugged me. "Welcome to adulthood." I pouted, "I don't wanna..." "Ya big baby!" She giggled. "Do you want to go get lunch?" I asked. "I have no food." "No," she said, "I'm going to go home; I need to do some work to prepare a project for the kids." "Oh," I said, disappointed. "I was kinda hoping we could christen my apartment." "Aidan," Katie said very seriously. "I'm not going to christen your apartment. You need to do that with your new somebody special, not me. We agreed, remember?" "I know," I said, "I was just hoping..." She went into the kitchen and grabbed her purse. "I know, but no. I'll see ya, OK?" "OK, Sissie," I said, "I love you." "I love you, too, Aidie." She said, kissing me on the cheek. "Call me when you are settled enough to actually have a meal here, OK?" "OK," I said, "Bye." She left and I flopped down in front of the TV. I knew I couldn't stay there, so I got up and went to the little grocery. I bought enough for a couple of days, realizing that I couldn't carry much more, having walked to the store. I decided that the next time I went grocery shopping that I would bring the car. I went home and put everything away. I sat in front of the TV, but my heart wasn't in it. I had planned to spend the day with Katie, but she had other plans and now I was lost. I sat there for a few minutes and remembered that I was supposed to get a new car and that excited me. I spent a couple of hours looking up luxury SUV's on the internet and I kept coming back to the Lincoln MKT. It was based on the Ford Flex, Dave had a Flex and we could get five guys and their clubs in the car comfortably. It suited my purpose and met the criteria that the company laid out. I found a dealership relatively close to me, so I drove over there. I walked onto the lot and saw a charcoal gray MKT with a black interior and sunroof. As I was walking around it a salesman came out. Aidan and Katie Ch. 02 "Looking for an SUV or a crossover?" He asked. "I'm actually looking specifically at the MKT." I explained. "My buddy had a Flex and it handled five guys and clubs, so it meets my criteria ideally." "Well, the Navigator would do the same thing." He said. His attitude immediately pissed me off. I stepped back and looked at him. "Here's the deal. This MKT is precisely what I want. I've done my research, I know what I can afford and that's what I want. I know you work on commission, and you probably had the up, but if I need to I will talk to the manager and get another sales person. Are we clear?" "Yes sir." The salesman said quietly. "Is this the color you want?" "Yes it is. I'd like to talk about a lease, I'm gonna put a lot of miles on it and I need to make sure it makes sense." I said. "OK," he said. "Let's go see my manager." We went in to see the manager and they put together a lease package that fit in my budget and didn't overtax the car. It would be for two years and had openers in it if the mileage was getting too high. I wrote a check for the down, which I hoped the company would cover, and made arrangements to pick it up on Saturday. I went home and cooked dinner. I found the Cubs on WGN and watched the game as I ate. Even though it was still early when the game was over, I had gotten bored, so I went to bed. ******************** The next couple of weeks were very busy as I settled into my new job. I went with each of the sales guys to meet all of the clients and then made contact with the managers in each place. I set up golf games and played a lot of golf. In most cases, we started to make inroads for some of our products that the client wasn't using yet. It was busy, it was exhausting, but I was having a blast. The new job didn't have much of a routine to it; each day was new and different. I had realized during the time that I lived with Katie that other than Dave and Reagan, most of my friends were actually Katie's friends. I didn't see them anymore. As a result, I had no social life. I really didn't think of Katie much during the day, but during the evening, sitting at home alone, I did. I usually called her about eight most evenings and we would talk for about fifteen or twenty minutes. Truthfully, I probably talked and Katie listened. She was a good sport about it because she knew I was excited. I asked to see her several times, but she always said that she didn't think that it was a good idea. The summer passed and I didn't see her at all. Finally, the football season started again and Katie called and asked if we could go to Hayter's to watch the Bears season opener. They were on Monday Night Football, so we met right after work at the bar. I was excited to see her and she seemed to be excited to see me, too. We sat at a table near the bar and Elle took care of us herself. I didn't think much of it, but Katie had her head on my shoulder for some of the game. When she didn't, she was either holding my hand or had her arm looped through mine. Because we hadn't seen each other it seemed as though Katie was missing me...us. It was the first week of school and that was always draining on Katie, so at halftime she said she was leaving. I said I would also and she said no, that I should sit and enjoy the game. I wasn't sure how much I'd enjoy it; it was Bears-Packers with the usual unhappy results for me. She kissed me on the cheek and waved at Elle and left. I hadn't had very much to drink and had switched to diet Coke for the second half, so Elle came over less often. I didn't want to have to get a cab. I called Elle over after the game to settle up. "Hey, I'm gonna go home, could I get the check?" "Sure, sweetie," Elle said with a smile. "Let me get those drunken Packers fans their cabs and I'll be back." I laughed, "OK, take however long you need." I thought about it a second and asked, "Do you need some help?" "Nahh," she grinned, "these guys are happy drunks, but thanks anyway." About twenty minutes later, even though the bar was still open, Elle and I were the only people in the front of the bar. The kitchen staff was cleaning up, but the place had emptied at the end of the game. Elle brought me the check and I paid, getting ready to leave. Elle said, "Aidan, can I buy you a beer? You haven't had one in a couple of hours, you should be OK." "Sure, Elle." I smiled. I felt a little guilty because I had never called her after she had given me her number. I watched those tiny shorts walking away and thought maybe I should and then immediately felt guilty because of Katie even though we were no longer involved. Elle brought back our beers and sat next to me. I glanced down and the shorts looked like they disappeared. I looked back up at Elle and she was smiling. "Well, I'm glad that I haven't lost it." She said with a smirk. I feigned innocence. "What?" "I thought I had lost some of my appeal to you." She said softly. "You never called me and I thought you weren't interested." She paused, looked down and then looked back into my eyes. "Then I saw you and Katie tonight and I knew why you hadn't called me. You're involved with someone else." I know I paled, because I felt it. My blood pressure must have dropped a hundred points, because I actually felt faint. "Wh-wh-what?!?!?" I stammered. Elle reached over and took my hand in hers. "Aidan, how long have you been fucking your sister?" I was finding it hard to breathe. Oh my god, how could she know? I was really panicking. She squeezed my hand. "Aidan? Aidan it's OK. I'm not going tell anyone. I'm just curious." I relaxed a little when she said she wasn't going to tell anyone. But I still couldn't speak calmly. "I, I, I..." Elle laughed, "Geez Aidan, calm down." I took a deep breath and a long pull on the Killian's. I sat for a moment gathering myself. Then I spoke, "Are you sure you want to hear this? It's not a thing that I talk about and it's not a thing that's acceptable to a lot of people." She grinned, "Taboo sex talk? Oh hell yes! I want it all!" Her sexy little laugh relaxed me the rest of the way and I laughed, too. "OK, here it is. But first I have a question. How did you know?" "You're kiddin' me, right?" She grinned. "I'm a bartender for Chrissake! I see pickups every night. I see married women allowing themselves to be picked up. I see married men picking up other women. I see the body language of people who are fucking each other all the time. Annnnddd, I saw the possessive way your sister was touching you tonight. By the way, you guys really need to be more careful around people that know that you're brother and sister. Your body language isn't hard to read, even for someone less experienced at it than me." I was stunned. "I, I, I..." She laughed again. "Jesus, Aidan, calm down. No-one in here knows you guys are siblings other than me. Now spill." I picked up the beer and finished it. Elle went and got me another, telling me she'd take me home if necessary and then pick me up in the morning. I told her it wouldn't be necessary to pick me up, that with my new place I walked to work. "OK," I said, "Here goes. It started the day that she and I were in here together. Remember? It was just after Jeannie left. It was a kiss. It was a just a big sister kiss that turned into something more...something hot. When I came to my senses, Katie and I had our tongues deep in each other's mouths, her legs were around my waist and my hands were on her butt. I really liked it, but I knew it was wrong and I pushed her away and ran." Elle grinned, but didn't say anything. I could tell by the grin that she had a wicked thought. "What?" She giggled, I had never heard her giggle before and I kind of liked it. "I kissed a girl and I liked it?" I sat back in the chair. "Really, Elle? Really? Katy Perry? Really?"   She was laughing out loud now. She tried to stifle it and ended up snorting which made her laugh harder and I joined in. After a minute or so, she calmed down. "Sorry," she giggled, "I couldn't help it." "Yeah, yeah," I said, grinning. "Anyway... she freaked because I had freaked and we agreed not to talk about it. This was right after Jeannie left. I was packing up, getting ready to move and she came over to help. We talked about the kiss and how lonely she was after breaking up with her girlfriend..." Elle said, "What? Girlfriend? Katie's gay?" "Yes, no, maybe, I don't know, yeah I do...she's gay." I said, "Anyway, she told me about her breakup and she got really emotional. She climbed into my lap and we kissed again. This time I didn't freak out and we didn't stop. We didn't stop until a couple of months ago. I kept a bedroom at her condo for Mom and Dad's sake, but I rarely slept in it. We spent most of our free time together. I haven't seen anyone else and I don't think she has, either." "Are you guys gonna spend the rest of your lives together?" Elle asked a little sadly. "No." I answered. "That's one of the reasons that I moved out. We knew that it wasn't good for our long term lives that we keep living together. I know I want kids and that's not possible with Katie. I don't know what she thinks." Elle reached over and took my hands in hers, looking deeply into my eyes. "Then don't you think you ought to ask her? If she is gay, then she must be feeling some of what you're feeling about kids. She must be missing the touch of a woman." She grinned a little. "I know I do when I've been with a guy for a while." I said, "Actually, she already told me that's she's missing the touch of a woman." "See..." she said. I grinned "Plus, I told Katie that you liked her." Elle sat back, startled, pulling her hands from mine. "What do you mean?" I laughed, "Now who needs to calm down?" She smiled ruefully, "Fair enough. I need to ask you what you asked me. 'How did you know?'" "I saw the way you looked at Katie the day you met her." I said softly. "You also lingered over our hands with yours and coupled with the way you looked at Katie, I knew that you were attracted to her." She blushed and looked down. "Oh, OK. So what now? Are you still fucking her?" I smiled at Elle's direct approach, not sleeping together, not being together, fucking. "No," I said. "We fucked the last night I stayed at her house. She was gone when I got up. Tonight was the first time I've even seen her in months." "Wow, when Katie makes a change, she doesn't fool around, does she?" Elle smiled as she took my hands again. "No, I guess not, and I think it runs in the family." I said. "I miss her a little, even though we talk most days." "OK, I'll ask again." She said, squeezing my hands a little. "Now what? Have you started seeing anyone else?" "No," I said. "With my new job, I really haven't had much time." "New job?" Elle smiled. "Sorry." I said. "I didn't remember that I haven't been in for a while. I got promoted to Regional Manager and I've been on the road a lot." "So," Elle giggled, "Since I've seen you, divorce finalized, moved in with and fucking your sister, moved into a new place and you've been promoted and you've stopped fucking your sister. Have I missed anything?" I started laughing halfway through her little speech. "No, I don't think you have." "OK," she giggled again. "I'm gonna try this one more time. What now?" The inherent dimness that I have when it comes to women started to part. I finally saw what Elle was asking. 'Doh!' I thought, 'Elle wants you to ask her out!' I can be such a thick-headed dumbass at times. "Elle," I said smiling, "I'm sorry I'm so dense. Would you like to go out for dinner the next night you're off?" She had the biggest smile I had ever seen on her face. "Yes Aidan, yes I would. I'm off on Thursday. Could we go then?" She picked up my hands and kissed them and her eyes were shiny with tears. "I know I'm being silly and being such a girl, but I've wanted to go out with you for, for like forever. Where are we gonna go? I need to know how to dress." I thought for a minute. "Do you like Italian? "Yes I do," Elle smiled. "Have you ever been to Osteria Marco?" I asked. "It's casual, the staff treats everyone like family and the food is great." "I haven't been, but it sounds great." Elle said. "OK, it's a date." I said. "I'll pick you up about seven." Elle giggled. "Where are you going to pick me up? I don't live here you know?" I sat back in the chair dumbfounded and humiliated. "Elle, I'm so sorry, I've been out of the dating thing for so long I didn't even think about it." My face had to be blood red; it was so hot I thought it might burst into flames. She leaned in and lightly kissed me on the lips. "It's OK, Aidan, I think it's adorable. It's one of the things that I love about you. You're not trying to be 'Joe Cool', you're just who you are." I noticed that she blushed a little when she said the word 'love'. I thought that was sweet. She got up and went behind the bar and got a piece of paper and wrote her address and her phone number. "I gave you my cell number again," she said, blushing again. "I didn't know if you kept it." I grabbed my wallet and pulled out the note she had given me long ago. "I kept it. I had every intention of calling you, before the thing with Katie got in the way. Remember when I came in with my Dad?" She nodded. "He has been driving me crazy to call you." I said. "You've got a real fan in him." She giggled, "So three quarters of the Cunningham family likes me?" I sighed, "I'm sure my Mom will love you, too." I glanced at my watch. "Elle, I don't mean to cut this off, I'm really enjoying it, but I've got an early appointment in the morning and then I'm taking about twelve guys out to play golf. I need to get some sleep." I stood up and Elle did, too. She slipped up and into my arms, molding her lithe body into mine. Elle is every bit as tall as me at five feet ten inches and she looked deeply into my eyes, before closing hers. Our lips met softly at first and then her lips parted as did mine. Our tongues tangled together and the kiss deepened and slowly became very, very hot. We parted slowly and her eyes opened as she touched her forehead to mine. "Wow," she whispered. "Uh-huh," I mumbled. "I think that was worth the wait," she whispered. She bumped her hips to mine, my rock hard cock bumping into her. "I think you think so, too." She giggled. Just then we heard applause and whistles coming from the kitchen. We turned and looked and the wait staff and kitchen staff were all standing in the door to the kitchen, laughing and applauding. "It's about time, Elle!" One of the servers called out. "You've been pining over him for years." I turned and looked at Elle and she blushed furiously before burying her face into my shoulder. "I'm sorry Aidan." I looked back at the server and she laughingly said, "Do you really think it was a coincidence that she was here every time you were?" "Elle?" I said quietly. She nodded, keeping her head buried in my shoulder. "I made sure I was on the shift during every Bears game. I even made sure I was on during the weekends when the Cubs were on, just in case you came in. I just wanted to be around you. I knew you were married and wouldn't cheat on Jeannie, so I just wanted to see you when I could." "Elle, I had no idea." I said. "I know," she mumbled. "I wanted it that way. I was afraid that if you knew, you wouldn't come around." "OK." I said, simply. "Do you hate me?" Elle asked, her voice trembling. I laughed, "No, I'm actually quite flattered." She rose up and looked at me, tears in her eyes. "Really? You're not just fucking with me?" "Does it feel like I'm not interested because I'm freaked out?" I asked softly. She was still hanging on tight to me. Her hips bumped against mine again and she giggled. "No, not at all." "OK, then." I said. "Kiss me again, so we can give them a show and give me something to hold me over until Thurs...mmph..." I hadn't completely finished and her lips were on mine. If possible, this kiss was even more intimate and intense. We parted slowly, looking into each other's eyes. "I hate to keep repeating myself, but, wow." I said. "Yeah..." she said. We looked over at the kitchen and the girls were grinning and the guys all had their mouths hanging open. "Get a room..." I laughed, kissed Elle quickly and said, "I'll see you Thursday at seven, OK?" She just nodded and grabbing my hand, squeezed it. "See ya, Aidan." I left, briefly looking over my shoulder as I did. Elle smiled and gave a little wave. I glimpsed the other servers running over to her, squealing and giggling as they ran. I went home and went to bed, smiling the entire time. Aidan and Katie Ch. 03 The next couple of days flew by. When I wasn't working I was thinking about Elle. I briefly talked to Katie a couple of times, but didn't tell her about Elle. I'm not sure why I didn't, but I just kept it to myself. After work on Thursday, I took the Lincoln to get it washed and then went home to get showered and dressed. I wore a pair of black jeans with a white, button down, denim shirt, a black leather jacket and black sneakers. I had to use the GPS to find Elle's apartment, I wasn't familiar with her neighborhood. I found it and knocked on the door at five minutes to seven. Elle opened the door and I was dazed speechless. I had never seen her in anything but a pair of jean shorts and v-necked tee shirt. She stood in the door in a spaghetti strapped dress, black with a white floral print. It was very short, showing her long, tanned, beautiful legs to perfection. Her white-blonde hair was swept up on her head, leaving her long neck bare, except for a simple silver chain with a black and white Yin Yang symbol dangling from it. She was absolutely stunning. I found my voice, "Elle, don't take this the wrong way, but you're a girl!" She smiled, "How could I possibly take that the wrong way?" I couldn't believe that I had said that. "I'm sorry, I mean, you look gorgeous. I just have never seen you in anything but your work clothes." She blushed and smiled again. "I certainly hope so; I've been getting ready all day. You should see my bedroom. All of my clothes are on the bed." She giggled, embarrassed by her admission. I looked at her again. "I'm sure I told you that this place was casual, didn't I? You're certainly not dressed casually. You make me look like an old goat." She laughed, "OK, thank you." She stood back and looked at me. "You do not look like an old goat. You look great. Do you want to come in for a drink or something?" I looked at my watch. "We should really get going; we've got reservations at seven thirty." "OK, let me grab my purse." She dashed back into her apartment and came back with a small black purse. She took my hand, catching me by surprise and we walked out to the car. "Wow, this is nice," she said, "is it new?" "Yeah," I replied, "it's basically my company car." I got a brief flash of black panties as she slid in and she grinned, catching me looking. I turned red, but didn't say anything and neither did she. The radio came on as I started the car and she wanted it off, so I turned it off. I was startled as she laid her hand on my knee as I drove. I took her hand in mine as I drove. "Is this the first date you've been on since the divorce?" She asked. "Yeah, other than taking Katie out to dinner," I said. "Why? "Because your hand is all sweaty." She giggled. I jerked my hand away and rubbed it on my jeans. "Oh, Jeez, Elle, I'm sorry." She took my hand back into hers. "It's OK, Aidan, it really is. I think it's sweet that you're nervous on our first date." I glanced at her and her expression turned serious. "It is our first date, isn't it? Will there be more?" "The only way there won't be more is if you don't want any more." I answered. She smiled, "OK." We got to the restaurant and as we walked in she slipped her hand in mine. I was a little proud of myself as we walked through the door and she caused the head of every guy in the place to turn, as well as some of the women. We were seated in a high-backed booth in the back that afforded us some privacy. As we settled in the server, Mario, asked what we wanted to drink. "I'm going to start with water," I said, "and then I'll ask you to recommend a wine to go with our dinner, if that's OK." I looked at Elle and she nodded. "Excellent sir," Mario said, "and the beautiful lady?" Elle blushed and whispered that she would do the same. "Could we have the Burrata to start?" I asked. "Yes sir, excellent sir," Mario said and quietly disappeared. He was quickly back with the water and just as quickly disappeared again. "So," she said softly, "have you talked to Katie this week?" "No, I haven't," I answered. "I've had a really busy week." I looked up at her, the expression on her face difficult to read. Though I did think I knew about what she was thinking. When she noticed me studying her face, she looked away. "Elle," I said and she kept studying the menu. "Yes?" She said quietly. "Elle, look at me." I said gently, but firmly. She slowly raised her eyes to mine. "Katie and I are as over as Jeannie and I. We both knew that what we had, for the time that we had it, was good for the both of us. But it's over. I'm ready to see what you and I can be. I really like you, Elle. What I told you about my dad was true; he has been bugging me to call you. I told him from the outset that I didn't want to ask you out until I knew that you wouldn't be caught up in a rebound." I reached over and took her hands in mine. "If I had met you before I met Jeannie, I would have asked you out. That's how much I like you, Elle." She smiled and squeezed my hands, saved from having to respond by Mario. He brought the Burrata and dip. He asked if we were ready to order and I asked him to give us some time. He left and Elle waited to speak until he was gone. "Aidan, I believe you and I trust you. I just didn't want to get in between you and your sister if you were still involved. I also didn't want to try and compete with her. I want to see what we can be, too. I think you are one of the sweetest men I have ever known and I want us to give this everything we've got." She paused to look into my eyes and squeeze my hands. She also ran her thumbs slowly over the back of my hands, the soft, sensuous, massage giving me chills and making my dick jump a little. "I do think you're done with Katie as a lover and ready to move on with your life. I really, really want you in mine from now on, if you're ready to be a big part of my life." I was a little stunned by the depth of emotion in her speech, and didn't immediately respond. Her eyes got huge and she started to pull away, but I didn't let her. "I'm sorry Elle, I should have responded right away," I said. "You took me by surprise, that's all. I didn't expect you to go all in like that. I am more than ready for you to be a big part of my life...as big a part as I want to be of yours." The tears that had been brimming in her eyes tumbled down her cheeks as she sobbed, I hoped in relief. I scooted out of my side of the booth and slipped into her side, folding her in my arms. "I'm sorry Elle, I didn't mean to hurt your feelings." She spoke into my chest. "You didn't, you scared me a little, and I thought I had made a fool of myself. I should have realized that I was taking you by surprise. Can we start over?" I smiled, "No, I think we're in a perfect place, we're starting to understand each other." She sat up a little and kissed me on the cheek. "OK." I reached over and pulled my water to me and pulled the Burrata in front of us. "I'm gonna stay over here, OK?" I said. "I like having you this close." She snuggled into me and said, "I like being here." We sat and quietly ate some of the Burrata and Mario came back. "Are we ready yet?" I looked at Elle, "Do you trust me?" She narrowed her eyes, "I'm not sure, but go ahead." I smiled at her and then turned to Mario, "We'll have the prosciutto and arugula pizza, please. What wine would you suggest?" He picked up the wine list and showed me the 2011 Cantine Barbera. "This would be perfect with your pizza, sir." It was a little over thirty dollars, but it seemed like it would be worth it. I agreed. "Arugula?" Elle said, poking me in the ribs. "I know, I know," I said, "but it's really good." She just grinned at me. "I said I'd trust you and I am. But...arugula?" Mario saved me by bringing back the wine. He opened it and poured it, allowing me to taste it. It was very good and I nodded. He then poured Elle hers. She tasted it and smiled. "Your pizza will be ready in a few minutes; could I get you anything else?" We declined and I turned to look at Elle. She looked back and with a small smile, entwined her fingers in mine and gently kissed me on the lips. "I'm having fun, Aidan. This is a very nice place to have dinner." She said softly. "So am I." I answered and we sat just quietly enjoying each other's company, waiting for the pizza. Mario was back in a few minutes with my favorite pizza. He presented it and again asked if we needed anything else. We were fine and once again he quietly disappeared. Elle looked skeptical of the pizza and didn't reach for any. I took a slice and put it on her plate. I picked it up and held it near her mouth. "Come on, Elle, you said you trusted me. If you don't like it, we'll order something else, but I think you'll love it." She eyed it without much enthusiasm, but she gamely took a small bite. The look on her face started as hesitant, changed to curious, and finally changed to surprise and delight. She reached up and took the slice from me and took another, bigger bite. "Aidan!" She exclaimed, "You were right! This is awesome! I like the peppery flavor of the arugula and the buttery, smooth flavor and texture of the prosciutto is perfect. I'm glad I trusted you." I just raised my eyebrow and looked at her. "OK, OK," she grinned, "mostly trusted you." "Yeah!" I said. We finished the pizza and the bottle of wine. We sat and talked for a little while. Mario came back several times and Elle got a diet Coke and I got coffee. Elle gently held my hand as we talked. We had been there for several hours when I asked Elle what she wanted to do. "I hope you're not disappointed, but I think I'd like to go home." She said, looking into my eyes. "I've had a very good time, but I think we need some time to breathe before we go any further." I smiled, "You're right, I am disappointed, but not because of the reason you're thinking. I'm disappointed because I'm having a good time, too and I'd just like to spend more time with you. I thought we might walk around Latimer Square for a few minutes before I take you home. Would that be OK?" Elle smiled, leaned in and kissed me on the cheek and said, "That would be lovely." I paid Mario, including a huge tip for occupying his table for so long. As we left the restaurant, Elle took my hand and we slowly strolled around the neighborhood. We talked about the old buildings and how the neighborhood had come back to life. As we walked I noticed Elle starting to shiver from the cool evening air and I gave her my jacket, before heading back to my car. We drove back to Elle's apartment. I walked her to her door and she returned my jacket. We shared a very sweet kiss goodnight and I waited until I heard the deadbolt slide home. ******************** We started dating from there. At first, we went out a couple of times a week, but as we got to know each other, we realized that neither of us were nightlife people. We discovered a mutual love of film noir movies from the thirties and forties. I found a collection of Humphrey Bogart films, the Boston Blackie series and a collection of The Thin Man series on DVD. We spent many evenings snuggled up in front of my plasma with popcorn watching old black and white movies. Most nights we ended up lying on my couch kissing and cuddling. Those nights never went any further, though several times it got quite passionate. On those nights, Elle pushed off the couch and asked to be taken home. Every time that happened, she would apologize at her door and I would assure her that I was fine; she had nothing for which she needed to apologize. This went on for months; we seemed to be in an easy holding pattern. I never pushed her, letting her set our pace. It got particularly hot on our last date and Elle pushed me away as usual. "I'm sorry Aidan, I've got to go." "OK, Baby," I said, "let me get our coats." We drove to her place mostly in silence. Elle held my hand the whole way. As usual, I walked her to her door. She kissed me goodnight and apologized, once again before turning toward the door. "Elle, please stop apologizing. I love you and I am willing to do whatever you want. I am happy just being with you." I didn't think about saying it, I'm not sure I realized at the moment what I had said. It was the first time I had told her that I loved her. It was true, it just came out. It just felt right being with her and I was happier than I had been in a long time. She stopped and stared at me. "What did you say?" "I am happy just being with you?" I said with a smile. She scowled at me. "Before that!" I thought a second and then smiled. "I love you?" She got tears in her eyes and then lowered her head. "You mean that, don't you?" I lifted her chin, looking her in the eyes. "I never say that lightly. Though it just came out, I mean it. I have only said those three words, in that order, to three women before tonight." She looked stricken. "Three?" "Yep, my mom, my sister and my ex-wife." I said with a grin. She slugged me; it hurt, though I deserved it. "Jackass." My only response was, "Fair enough." Suddenly, she threw her arms around my neck. "Oh, God Aidan, I love you, too. I've been afraid to say it because I didn't want to be first and scare you off. What now?" I kissed her gently. "We are gonna continue just like we have been. Whatever, however and whenever you want. You're in charge. I love you and I want you to be happy." She smiled, "A sweetheart as usual. I'll talk to you tomorrow, OK?" I drew her into my arms, "OK, I love you." I kissed her and let her go in. As usual, I waited until I heard the deadbolt before I walked back to my car. ******************** For the next two weeks our schedules never allowed us to see each other. I spent most of the two weeks out of town and she worked late on the weekends. I told her to call me when she got off work and we talked every night after two o'clock. I missed her terribly and talking to her helped a little. Finally, I was able to arrange my schedule so that I would be in town when she was off. I called her in the morning and went to pick her up. I figured that it was time that she met Mom and asked Elle if she would like to meet her. Elle enthusiastically agreed. I called Mom from Elle's to ask her if she wanted to go to lunch. I put the phone on speaker so that Elle could hear. "Hi Mom," I said, "how about I pick you up and we go to lunch?" "Aidan," she said, "what's going on?" "What do you mean, Mom?" I grinned, looking at Elle. "You never ask me to lunch." She said sternly. "So, I'm asking you again, what's going on?" "I have someone that I want you to meet, OK?" I said. "Why didn't you say so in the first place?" She asked with more than a little irritation in her voice. Elle was wide-eyed. I reached over and took her hand. I mouthed, 'It's OK.' "Because I wanted to surprise you," I said calmly. "Well, Aidan," she said, "how's that workin' out for you?" "Not very well, quite frankly," I answered. "What time?" She asked. "We'll be there about eleven thirty." I said. "We're doing this without your father?" The irritation was back. I sighed, "He's already met her." "Is this Elle, the bartender he's been raving about?" She said. I smiled at Elle and she blushed. "It's Elle, but I cannot speak to whether or not he's been raving about her." I picked up her hand and kissed her fingers, trying to reassure her. "Aidan," she said with a warning tone in her voice, "I have heard your father asking about her, so you should have surmised that he was talking about her at home." "Jeez, Mom," I said, "I'm just teasing you." "Fine," she said, "just knock it off." "Yes Ma'am." I said. "Now please give me some straight answers." She said firmly. "OK." I said. "Is this the Elle that your father has been raving about?" She asked. "Yes." I said simply. "How long have you two been together?" She asked. I decided to put a stop to the inquisition by phone. "Mom, if you are going to lunch with us, could we answer your questions face-to-face?" She paused, waiting several long moments, "OK, that makes sense." "We'll pick you up in about an hour," I said, "think about where you want to go." "OK, sweetheart," Mom said, much more calmly, "I'll see you and your lady in a little while, bye." "Bye, Mom" I said and turned to Elle. She smacked me on the arm. "Are you out of you mind?!?!?" "What?" I said, grinning. "You intentionally antagonized your mother an hour before I'm going to meet her." She said, clearly exasperated with me. "Yes, I did," I answered. "Now, her irritation will be with me and she will see you as an ally. She will look for you to join with her against 'Asinine Aidan'." She stepped back and just blinked. "You had a plan?" She asked, aghast. "Yes I did." I smiled. "This way she'll feel an immediate bond with you and things will go much more smoothly, you'll see." "O-O-O-Kaaayyy," she said skeptically. "I need to change." I looked at her; she had on a pair of ripped jeans and an overlarge, men's denim shirt, hanging off one shoulder. She looked sexy as hell. I told her that, "You look very sexy, Elle." "Maybe a little sexy the first time I meet your mother would be OK, but this is over the top." She smirked, "I don't know what she thinks of women bartenders, but I don't want her getting any type of wrong ideas. I'll be right back." I sat down on flipped the TV on to ESPN. It had only been a few minutes when she came back out. "Is this OK?" She asked hesitantly. I turned and looked at her. She had on a white cotton, peasant skirt with the hem halfway between her knees and ankles, trimmed in pale red and yellow flowers. She had topped the skirt with a red peasant blouse with a square neck and three quarter, billowy sleeves. She was wearing wedge sandals that were red leather trimmed in tiny yellow flowers. "I know I've said this before," I said with a grin, "and don't take this the wrong way, but you're a girl!" She looked relieved, "So I look OK?" I got up and gathered her in my arms. "Baby, Mom would love you in a potato sack, but she'll be happy that you know how to be feminine. You look amazing." I kissed her briefly and started to pull away, but she didn't let me. She held the kiss for a few moments and then slowly withdrew. She put her forehead against mine and smiled. "Please don't leave me alone with her. I don't want the third degree, not yet. I love you and I do want to meet your Mom and make you proud, but I don't do well with interrogations." I kissed the tip of her nose and she giggled. "My mom is not a Monster-in-Law, you'll be fine, but I won't abandon you." "OK," she said, "I'm ready, let's go." We got in the Lincoln and headed towards my parents' house. "I'll bet she wants to go to Fat Boy's." I said. "She loves the Chicago burger. It's funny as hell watching her eat it. She'll cut it in half and try not to get all the chili and cheese all over her. She always fails and is always embarrassed about it. But, it never stops her." Elle had grabbed my hand as soon as we got in the car. She squeezed it and said, "Maybe her preoccupation with the hamburger will even the playing field." I looked over at Elle, "Are you OK? Do you not want to do this?" "No, I do," she said, "but I'm nervous. I don't want to screw this up." At the next light I picked up her hand and kissed her fingers. "There's no way you can screw this up. If I love you, Mom's gonna love you, too. Trust me, OK?" She just nodded and stayed quiet the rest of the way. I pulled into the driveway and was surprised to see Dad's car there. Mom was at the front door. She came out to look at the car. "You got a new car, too?" She asked. Aidan and Katie Ch. 03 "Too?" I said puzzled. "Too, as in as well as finding this lovely young lady." Mom smiled. I could see the relief in Elle's body. She reached out her hand and said, "Hello, Mrs. Cunningham, I'm Elle Nichols." Mom took Elle completely by surprise and drew her into a big hug. "We'll have none of that Mrs. Cunningham nonsense. If you don't feel comfortable calling me Mom, you can call me Maddie." "O-OK, M-Maddie." Elle was completely disarmed by Mom's overt friendliness. Her arm was wrapped around Elle's waist as she guided Elle to the house. I had to smile at the confused look on Elle's face. "Mom?" I said. "Yes, baby?" she answered. "Why is Dad's car here?" I asked. "Because when I told him you were bringing Elle home to meet me, he came rushing home." She laughed as we walked into the house. She leaned into Elle, "You have a big fan in my husband, my dear." About that time, Dad met them in the foyer. "Elle, it's good to see you again." "You, too, Mr. Cunn..." Elle started to say before Dad cut her off. "We'll have none of that Mr. foolishness, I'm either Dad or Mike, is that clear?" He had the biggest grin on his face. "O-OK, M-M-Mike..." Elle stammered. I could tell that the Cunningham family had Elle almost completely overwhelmed. "Mom, Dad, give her some room to breathe," I said, "We're gonna go to lunch and then we'll be here the rest of the day, OK?" "Great," Dad said. "But, I've gotta get back to work after lunch." "Do you guys want something to drink?" Mom asked. "Why don't we just go to lunch and then we can settle in when we get back, OK?" I said. "That sounds good," Dad said, "where are we going?" "I left that up to Mom, but I'm guessing Fat Boy's, is that right, Mom?" I smiled. Mom blushed and nodded. "Am I that transparent?" I went over and kissed the top of her head. "I just know what you like, Mom." "OK," she said, "then let's go." Dad drove separately so he could go back to work. We went to Fat Boy's, Mom got her Chicago burger, Dad got the cholesterol bomb known as the Triple BAR-B-Q Combo basket, ribs, chicken and hot links. I got hot wings and onion rings and Elle got a Caesar salad. Dad tried to get her to get something more, but she said she wasn't hungry. I could tell that she was nervous and didn't want to eat very much. We didn't talk very much as Mom, Dad and I dove into our food. Elle picked at her salad and drank her iced tea. Mom asked how our dating was going and Elle said we were doing well. She explained that our schedules were making it difficult to see each other at times, but we spoke on the phone every day. She also explained that since both of us spent so much time in bars and restaurants, that we truly enjoyed spending time at home, watching movies. Dad wiggled his eyebrows and said, "Is that what kids are calling it these days?" Dad got a simultaneous, "Daaaad!" from me and "Michael Aaron Cunningham!" from Mom. Elle giggled, but blushed. She started to say something and I stopped her. "Sweetie, I got this." I said, reaching over and taking her hand. "Dad, even though it's none of your business, Elle and I are taking this slowly. We love each other and we want to know everything about each other before we take the next step. We think we're in this for the long haul and we're not rushing into anything." I had to laugh; Mom and Dad had stopped eating and were sitting there with their mouths hanging open. Mom's eyes were huge and she spoke first, "Are you guys..." and then she stopped. I was lost, "Are we what?" Elle leaned over and whispered in my ear, "I think she's trying to ask if we're engaged." I looked back at Mom and Dad, "No, not yet." I saw Elle turn and stare at me. "Like I said, we're taking it slowly and someday, we may get engaged." Elle squeezed my hand. Dad smiled and said, "You know what? Since you guys are romancing each other, you ought to go up to the cabin after it snows. It is very romantic in the snow with a fire in the fireplace. Your Mom and I go up there and snuggle in front of the fire when we need some alone time." "Daaaadddd!" I exclaimed, "Oh. My. God!" I was mortified and I knew I was blood red. Elle, Mom and Dad all dissolved into fits of giggles. "Aidan, how did you think you got here?" Mom giggled. I stuck my fingers in my ears, "Nah, nah, nah, nah, nah...I don't hear anything." Elle was laughing so hard there were tears running down her cheeks and she was having trouble breathing. She slugged me, "Aidan...Stop it!" I grinned at her, "What?" All three of them regained their composure and took sips of water to calm down. The conversation turned to safer topics. Well, mostly safer. Mom took her shot, not so much at Elle, but at Elle's future. "Elle," Mom said, "I know you're a bartender, but is that what you want to do with the rest of your life?" "No, not really, but, kinda..." Elle said slowly. Mom stopped eating and peered at her. "What do you mean?" "I have an idea for a sports bar, restaurant kind of thing..." Elle hesitated and looked at me. This was the first time I'd heard this, but I reached over and took Elle's hand. "Go ahead." "There are a lot of transplanted Midwesterners out here." Elle explained. "While there are several places that have part of the Chicago experience... " She stopped and looked around, "including this one, none of them really do the whole thing. I'd like to do one that not only features the sports, but as much of the food as I can. Chicago style hot dogs, deep dish pizza, Italian sausage and Italian beef with the Giardiniera, you know; the whole thing. I've been researching for the best recipes at home on the internet. I cook them and try them out on my friends and neighbors. I think I've found some of the best out there, so I think I've got most of the menu down. I've been saving my money; I don't go out much..." She smiled at me. "Except with Aidan and I've been looking at places downtown, but they're so expensive..." She trailed off. I was stunned; I didn't know any of this. Before I could speak, Mom beat me to my questions. She reached over and took Elle's other hand. "How long have you been at this?" Elle smiled shyly, "A couple of years." "Can't your parents help?" Mom asked. "My Dad died when I was in high school and my Mom waits tables," she looked at the table, "kinda like me, so no she can't help." "I'm sorry about your Dad, sweetie." Mom said. Elle smiled, "It was over ten years ago, so it's no big deal, anymore." "That was your Daddy, sweetie, so it is a big deal." Mom said gently. Elle looked up and smiled at her. "Thank you." Mom looked over at Dad. "Isn't your golf buddy Steve in commercial real estate? And isn't Max in banking?" Dad looked up from his meat platter, eyeing Mom suspiciously. "Couldn't they help Elle out?" Dad paled and was nearly speechless, "I, uh, uhhh, I..." Mom exploded, "Jesus Christ Mike! I'm not asking for them to give her money! I thought they could give her advice on how to proceed from here! You know, business plans, how to find the right property, how to approach a bank, that sort of thing." Dad sat back, "Oh, yeah, I could ask them to do that." Mom looked at Dad and shook her head and then looked at Elle. "Sometimes he's an idiot." She said with disgust. I looked over at Dad and he was fiddling with his Blackberry. Mom saw what he was doing and asked him what he was doing. "I'm sending Steve and Max emails to set up appointments for Elle and me." Dad said. When he was done he asked Elle for her phone number and email address. He saved them in his Blackberry. "But," Mom said, looking at Elle, "he's a sweet idiot." "You guys don't have to do any of this." Elle protested. "You don't know me." Mom patted Elle's hand. "You're right, we don't. But my son knows you and I can tell by the way he looks at you that he adores you. I can also tell by the way you look at him that you feel the same way. That's enough for me." Dad had finished his meat plate and emails and looked at his watch. "I really need to get back to work. It was nice to see you again, Elle." He leaned down and kissed her on the cheek and whispered in her ear, "Let me know if he gets out of line, I'll kick his ass." Elle giggled. Of course Dad's whisper would be appropriate on stage on Broadway so Mom and I heard it. Mom just shook her head. "I told you he's an idiot." Dad shook my hand, "It's about time meathead." Then he grinned and winked. He kissed Mom and left. The server came over and asked if we needed anything else. I told her that we needed the check. She told me that Dad had gotten it, plus anything else we wanted. I thanked her, she walked away and I cursed, "Goddamnit!" Elle looked at me, alarmed. "What is it?" "He always does that." I muttered. "He won't ever let me pay." Mom smiled, "Did you really expect anything else?" I sighed, "No." "Then get over it." Mom then looked over at Elle and said, "We'll have to get together for a girls day, with Katie. Won't that be fun?" Mom looked at me and I must have looked as terrified as I felt because she started laughing. "It's OK, Aidan. We won't trash you too badly." I just groaned, "There's no way this turns out well for me." They both laughed and I knew I was toast. Mom and Elle had bonded and I knew that Elle and Katie would eventually do the same. Elle was already as good as a member of the family. Mom looked at her watch and said, "I've taken up enough of your day off, you two. Take me home and go do whatever it is that you do." "Mo-om!" I said, exasperated. "Aidan Scott Cunningham!" She said sternly, "You know very well that I didn't mean anything by that!" I just sighed, and they laughed at me again. We took her home, she insisted on sitting in the back, even though Elle offered her the front seat. When we got there she got out and had Elle get out, too. I started to get out and Mom pointed at me and said, "Stay!" I sighed again, in what I feared was the beginning of a pattern. Mom hugged Elle and I could see her whispering in Elle's ear. Elle giggled and nodded and Mom kissed her on the cheek. Elle got in and said; "Your mom wants to talk to you." I sighed, again, got out of the car and walked around. She hugged me, kissed me on the cheek and said, "Aidan, Elle is one of the sweetest people I have ever met. Don't you hurt her." "Mom," I said, "I love her very much and will not do anything to hurt her." "You'd better not," Mom grinned, "or else you'll deal with me, not your father." "Uh-huh," I said drily. "What did you tell Elle?" "None of your business," Mom said, "and don't you go grilling her about it, either!" "Jesus, Mom," I said, exasperated, "who do you think I am? The Master Inquisitor? Listen to me; I will not browbeat her, grill her or harass her, I love her!" She smiled softly, patting me on the cheek. "I know, baby. You're every bit as sweet as she is." I sighed, "Then what the hell is this about?" "I'm yanking your chain." She giggled. I just stared at her. "Nice, Mom." She got on her tiptoes and kissed my cheek. "Be nice, and be good to her, I really like her." "OK, Mom," I said, "I'll talk to you later." I climbed into the car and Elle leaned over and kissed me. "Thank you." She said. I started the car and turned to look at her. "For what?" I drove away. "For introducing me to your parents," she said with a smile. "I really like them, they're nice people." I smiled, "I like 'em." "But," she said seriously, "I have a question." "Shoot." I answered. "What did you mean by; 'We're not engaged...not yet?'" she asked. I was not going to have this conversation while driving. I put up a finger for her to hold that thought and pulled into a church parking lot, putting the car in park. I turned to look at her, taking her hands in mine. "I meant that I love you and while I could see us eventually getting there, we are still getting to know each other. I don't want premature questions about our future to cloud whatever future we may have. We haven't talked about marriage and I haven't given the possibility of us getting married a lot of thought. I do know that if and when I get married again, I intend for it to be the last time I get married. Those are the reasons that I said, not yet. Do you understand what I'm trying to say?" Elle leaned over and kissed me, a sweet, soft kiss. "I understand completely. I want the first time I get married to be the last and only time I get married. Thank you." The 'Thank You' puzzled me. "For what?" She kissed me again, the same sweet, soft kiss. "For being open, honest and trusting and well...for being you." I smiled, "Ahhh..." I kissed her and drove out of the parking lot. "Where do you want to go now?" She giggled, "I'd like to go to your place and have a Star wars and Star Trek marathon." We stopped at a stop light and I turned to stare at her. "What?!?!" "You're so sweet, putting on romantic comedies and other chick flicks for me." She giggled again. "I saw that you have all of the Star Wars and Star Trek movies and I love science fiction. My dad and I used to watch those movies together while he was sick. That's when I fell in love with Star Wars. I'd like to watch them with you." She reached over and took my hand. I shook my head. "Surprising, always surprising me." I drove home, Elle holding my hand the entire way. She said very little, just remarking again how much she liked my parents. I drove to the office to park the Lincoln in my parking space in the garage and then started walking to my apartment building. Elle snuggled in under my arm, wrapping her arms around me and holding tight. She stayed like that until I had to free my hands to open the door. She slipped into the bathroom as soon as she walked into my apartment. I was on my knees in front of the Blu-Ray player when she came out. I felt her kneel behind me when she wrapped her arms around my waist and rested her chin on my shoulder. "Hey," she whispered. "Hey, yourself," I answered. "What do you want to watch first? Star Wars or Star Trek?" "Let's watch Star Trek," she said. "I haven't seen the first one in years." I put it in and then we went and sat down on the couch. She burrowed in under my arm and settled in to watch the movie. After a few minutes she got up and got a throw blanket from the linen closet. She snuggled back in and watched the movie. Normally, when we watched a movie, we would be kissing about ten minutes in. Today, Elle was raptly attentive to the movie. Evidently, it had been a long time since she had seen it. She barely moved until the final credits rolled. She leaned over and kissed me on the cheek and said, "Thank you." That was kind of a surprising statement and I didn't understand it. "For what?" "For putting this in." She smiled and then giggled. "I guess I first realized that I was attracted to girls as well as guys when I first saw this movie. I thought Persis Khambatta, Lieutenant Ilia, was the sexiest and most beautiful human being I had ever seen." I chuckled, "Even with the bald head?" She poked me in the ribs, "Especially with the bald head. She turned me on...I wanted to rub her head and kiss her allll over. Her skin was so smooth and perfect; it just looked yummy to me." "OK," I was nearly speechless. Elle climbed off of the couch and headed to the bathroom. "Put the next one in, please." I did and settled in on the couch. Elle came back and we watched Ricardo Montalban as Khan played cat and mouse with Kirk for the next two hours. Elle was a little more playful with this one than she was with the first one, but I was still disappointed because we weren't kissing or touching. We were still sitting on the couch rather than lying down. The movie ended and Elle went to the bathroom again. I went in after she came out and when I returned, she was lying on the couch. She scooted forward to allow me to lie down behind her. I looked at her and asked if she wanted the next movie in. She nodded and lay her head down on the pillow. I put in The Search for Spock and wriggled in behind Elle on the couch. She pulled my arm tight around her waist and laced her fingers with mine. We lay and quietly watched as Kirk and Scottie tried to deal with McCoy's irrational behavior as Spock's life-force tried to assert itself. About halfway through the movie Elle started squirming around and by the time she had finished, she was facing me. Her skirt had ridden up above her knees and she smacked me as I leered at her legs. Then she leaned forward and rubbed her nose against mine, Eskimo style. "Hi," she whispered. I smiled, "Hi yourself." "Whatcha doin'?" she smiled and brushed her lips against mine. "Watchin' an old movie with my girl." I said and she giggled. "Anything else?" She asked as she giggled again. "I'm kinda hopin' there'll be some kissing involved." I answered with a chuckle of my own. "Oh really?" She grinned. "What kind of a girl do you think I am?" "Well," I said as I leaned in to steal a kiss, "I'm hopin' that you're the kind that kisses and likes it so much she doesn't tell her mom or my mom." She met me halfway across the small gap between her lips. Our lips merged in a soft, tender kiss and she giggled. She withdrew just enough so that her lips brushed against mine as she spoke. The light brushes made me tingle all over and my dick jumped a little. She grinned when she felt it. "You'd better be good," she said, "or I'll have to tell my mom about you." "I'll be verrrry good, little girl." I said, waggling my eyebrows. She pressed her forehead against mine. "See, now that's what I'm talking about." "OK," I said, moving back to press my lips to hers, "I'll be as good as you want me to be..." The kiss deepened as Elle brought her hands up to caress the sides of my face. She pulled away and said, "You're so goofy." I laughed, "And here I thought I was Mickey... or Lightning McQueen..." She shook her head. "More like Sully..." I acted insulted, "You think I'm big, blue and hairy?" "No," she said, kissing me, "The way your mind works, you scare me..." "OK," I conceded, "legitimate point." "But that goofy shit that comes from your mouth is part of your appeal." She said, snuggling deeper into my arms. "That's a big reason I love you." "I,...mmmppphhh," I started to answer before she cut me off with a kiss. She pulled away from her kiss to say, "Just shut up and kiss me, fool." I answered with my lips. I drew her close again and kissed her gently, softly, passionately. Elle melted in my arms and molded her body even more deeply into mine. She opened her lips and shyly touched her tongue to my lips. I opened up and let her in; her velvety tongue gently caressed mine. The tenderness of her touch made my dick jump, again and again, I felt her smile. My hands had worked around her back and found the warm, smooth skin just above the waist of the light cotton, peasant skirt. I felt her shiver as I lightly stroked the skin of her back and sides. "Mmmmm," she moaned deep in her throat as she pulled her lips from mine, "That feels niiiicccceee..." I just smiled and moved my hands higher on her sides, grazing her ribs. She twitched and squirmed, "That tickles..." I just said, "Sorry..." I leaned back in and kissed her lips and as I moved to my right, kissing her cheek, she moved to her right, opening her neck to me. I moved slowly, kissing the delicate skin of her cheek, moving up to kiss her eyelid. She sighed as I made slow, soft love to her face. She turned her head even further, inviting me to move to her ear and her neck. Aidan and Katie Ch. 03 The movie had ended, leaving the room in silence, other than our breathing. I could feel and almost hear my heartbeat; it was so quiet in the room. As I neared her neck, I saw the carotid artery pulsing quickly under the skin in her neck. I knew she was getting more excited as we kissed and caressed each other because of seeing the pulsing of the carotid and the beating of her heart in her chest. Her hands were as active as mine, her fingers tracing my ribs and down to waist and back again. She moved up to hold the back of my head as I kissed her neck, her fingers gently stroking my head as I kissed and licked her. I paused and went back to find her sweet, sweet lips. Every time I touched her lips with mine, she melted a little bit more. Elle's breathing was heavier, more labored the longer we kissed. I parted from her lips and she whimpered a little bit before turning her head, allowing me access to her neck again. I moved back, taking my time and leaving her neck wet, blowing on it, causing her to shiver with chills. In moving around on the couch, her skirt had ridden up and the hem was halfway between her knees and her hips. If we moved around much more it would be around her waist. But, more importantly to what I was currently doing, the left side of her red blouse had fallen off of her shoulder, exposing it to me, all the way to the top of her breast. Her modest cleavage was peeking in and out of the neck of the blouse, drawing my attention. I slowed my movement, but I started working down her creamy shoulder, kissing and licking along the way. Elle was whimpering, her hips beginning a subtle rocking motion and she was gently bumping her pelvis against my iron bar of a dick. She had to feel it and know that I was as excited as she was becoming. I passed her shoulder and instead of working down her arm, I started moving along the collar, following it as it slipped down to her cleavage. The skin softened and smoothed out even more as I drew close to her tiny, perfect breasts. As I licked the downy soft skin of the tops of Elle's breasts, I felt Elle delicately tug on my neck, pulling me away. I didn't resist, hoping she just wanted to kiss some more, before allowing me to return to the tiny treasures to which I had just been tantalizingly close. My hope was crushed as she said, "Aidan, I think we need to stop. Please understand, I want to, I want to so badly, but I'm scared. I don't want a mistake. I don't want the basis of our love to be sex; I want it to be so much more." I was disappointed and was about to tell her as much when I noticed the tears in her eyes. Instead, I took a deep, shuddering breath and said, "Elle, it's OK. I told you that you're in charge and we'll move however fast that you want to move, OK?" The tears tumbled down her cheeks and she smiled a little smile. She whispered, "I'm sorry..." "Don't be sorry, Baby," I said, pulling her close and whispering in her ear. "You just feel so good in my arms that if you'll let me, I'll just hold you while we watch the rest of these movies." I kissed her on the forehead, got up and put in The Voyage Home. I went to the bathroom, and then washed my face with cold water. I took several deep breaths, put on a big smile, went and lay down behind Elle on the couch. She pulled my arm tight around her waist again and we watched the movie. She pulled my hand to her lips a couple of times, but was still for the rest of the movie. Toward the end of the movie, I noticed that her breathing had evened out and I knew she was asleep. I looked at the clock and it was after midnight. I squirmed out from behind her and went into my room and turned down my bed. Then I went back, picked her up and carried her to my bedroom. She was so out of it she didn't wake up until I laid her on the bed. As I stood up and started to back away, her hand came up and clasped mine. "Stay with me, hold me." She mumbled. She scooted away from the side of the bed and rolled on her side. I slipped in behind her and she drew my arm around her waist again. I didn't go to sleep for a while, lying there with Elle in my arms, her soft hair in my face, but finally I did. When I woke up, Elle was gone but I smelled coffee and bacon. I went to the bathroom, brushed my teeth and then went to find Elle. I found her in the kitchen making toast to go along with the eggs and bacon. She was dressed in one of my denim shirts and a pair of my basketball shorts. She found an old rope belt to tie around her waist to hold them up. Her hair was wet and pulled back into a ponytail; she had obviously taken a shower. Her back was to me and I didn't think that she had heard me. Barefoot, I padded up behind her and nuzzled her neck. She flinched a little as I had startled her. "Hey," she purred. "Good morning beautiful." I whispered against her neck. She shivered as my breath wafted across her damp, cool skin. She slowly turned in my arms and kissed me. "Good morning to you, that's a nice way to be greeted." "It's something I could get used to." I murmured. "That looks almost as good as you." I said, indicating the nice breakfast she had made. She leaned up and kissed me on the nose. "That's sweet, thank you." We sat down; she snuggled up next to me and started to eat. When we were almost done eating her phone rang. She got up and answered. She was talking to someone named Mike. It hurt my feelings a little. As she spoke, she appeared to get more and more excited. She thanked Mike profusely and ran over and jumped in my lap, throwing her arms around my neck. I looked at her, I know my face was showing my feelings and it got worse when she noticed and giggled. "Mike?" I asked, in a hurt little boy's voice. "Yeah, Mike," she said giggling some more. "Your Dad." "My Dad?" I asked, more confused. She laughed out loud. "Well, it's certainly not my Dad." "My Dad?" I repeated. "You idiot," she laughed. "Remember, he said he was going to get us appointments with a couple of his golf buddies?" I nodded, dumbfounded. "That call was to tell me when we are meeting them." She explained. "He's also sending me an email with the times. I can't believe that this is happening! Thank you so much!" She hugged me again and kissed me on the cheek. "Why are you thanking me?" I was still confused. "Because if you hadn't taken me to meet your parents, then I wouldn't have had either of these meetings." She said excitedly. "It's because of you that my dream may become reality." I frowned, "It's because of you and my dad that the meetings are taking place, not me. You certainly shouldn't give me any credit." She lightly slapped me on the shoulder, saying, "Stop it, you big dummy. I'm trying to thank you for being here for me, supporting me and introducing me to your parents. Just accept my gratitude, would you?" I smiled, "OK, I'm sorry, you're welcome." She kissed me again, "You're forgiven." "What're we doing today?" I asked. "Is there anyone at your Dad's cabin?" She asked. "I don't think so, why?" I asked in return. "It looks like it's gonna be a beautiful day and I'd kinda like to go fishing today." She grinned. "Really?" I said, surprised. "You like to fish?" "I love to fish." She smiled. "Some of my fondest childhood memories are of my dad and me fishing at a little lake near our house, before he got sick. I haven't been fishing in forever and I'd really like to go." I just shook my head in wonder, "OK." I called Dad to be certain that no-one was there for the weekend and he assured me that there wasn't. He also made a crack about the fireplace and I said goodbye to his laughter. "We're good to go." I said to a puzzled look on her face. "What's wrong, Aidan?" She said as she snuggled up to me. I sighed, "He made a crack about the fireplace at the cabin..." She tried to hold back, I could tell, but she finally snorted and then broke out laughing. "And you pictured them on the rug, right?" "Yeeeessss," I moaned. "Aidan," she giggled, "you're too funny." "Uh-huh," I said, "OK, why don't you get dressed while I load up the truck. Then I'll run you home so you can get changed into better clothes for fishing. We should be at the cabin before noon." I started to drag all my stuff down to the truck and Elle was done quicker than I thought and helped me with the cooler, sandwiches, soft drinks and some beer. We drove to her place and she was ready in about five minutes, she brought a small duffel bag with her. I was impressed. I stopped at a little bait shop and bought some night crawlers, some ice and a fishing license for Elle and we were at the cabin before noon, like I had hoped. I showed Elle the cabin and she really liked it. She stopped in front of the fireplace and stood on the rug, but didn't say anything, she just looked down. "Ellllle..." I grumbled. She laughed, "Aidan, you're such a baby." She walked over and hugged me. "But, it's OK, I think it's sweet." She pulled me over to the windows that overlooked the lake. "I can see why your dad doesn't want to sell. It's beautiful up here." She turned and kissed me on the cheek. "Let's go wet a couple of lines, OK?" I grinned, "Sure." I got a couple of rods and reels set up after asking if she wanted to bait cast or use a bobber. She wanted to use a bobber so that we could relax and enjoy the fall afternoon. We had set up in the grass in a small patch of sunshine and it felt warm and cozy sitting in the grass with her. I started to bait her hook and she stopped me. "I'd rather do it myself." She said. I looked at her in amazement. "Really?" "Yeah," she giggled, "My dad taught me and I enjoy the whole experience." I just shook my head, "OK." Expertly, she put the night crawler on the hook and cast into the cove, very near a patch of weeds, a perfect cast. I stared at her. She turned and looked at me. "What?" "I actually thought you were bullshittin' me," I said. "But, you do know what you're doing." She smiled, "Nice backhanded compliment, you dick." I grinned and shrugged and cast my line the other direction. I had brought a couple of fishing pole props and set our rods up on them. I reached over and took her hand in mine, entwining our fingers. We didn't say much, just occasionally parted hands when we got a bluegill or sunfish on the line. Elle ended up catching and releasing about a dozen to my five or six. She had a good touch on the rod and was able to hook most of the fish that nibbled at her bait. It was getting dark when she leaned in and kissed me. "What was that for?" I asked with a smile. "For a nice day," she smiled back, with tears shining in her eyes. "I've had the best time. It reminded me of fishing with my dad. Thank you." I decided that smart-ass was not the way to go. "You're welcome." "As much fun as this was," she said, standing and stretching after reeling in her line, "I'm done." I laughed, "OK, that was sudden." "Yeah, all of a sudden I'm feeling creepy-crawly." She said, "Can I take a shower?" "Sure," I said and she walked up the hill to the cabin. I cleaned everything up and put the fishing stuff in the truck. I pulled the cooler out and took it into the kitchen. I heard the water running and knew that Elle was still in the shower. I set out lunch/supper and pulled out a couple of beers. I was starving but waited for Elle. I didn't have to wait long. When she reappeared, she had changed into tiny, tight jean shorts and a soft linen shirt that stopped short of the waistband of her shorts. She was barefoot. "Wow," I said, "you look great." She giggled, "I feel great, I needed that shower. Why don't you take one?" "But, I've got lunch, uhhh, dinner? Anyway, I've got food ready to eat." I said. She smiled, "Go take a shower, I'll wait. I'll just go sit on the porch and watch the stars come out." I kissed her on the cheek and went into my room to grab some clothes. Mom always keeps fresh clothes for us, including underwear. I showered quickly and found Elle asleep on the porch. "Hey, beautiful," I whispered, kissing her on the cheek. "Let's eat." Her eyes slowly opened, revealing her green eyes, darkened by sleep. She smiled, reached up and drew my face to hers, kissing me deeply. She pulled away, looking into my eyes and said, "Like you said earlier today, I could get used to this." I tilted my head, "Get used to what? Kissing me?" She slugged me, "Stop it. I could get used to waking up to see you." "Ahhh," I said sagely. "Let's go eat." She stood and stretched, "OK." We sat and we ate the sandwiches. I passed on a beer because I was getting tired. "It's getting late and I'm tired, do you want Mom and Dad's room or Katie's?" Elle said, "As much as I'd like to go crawl into bed, I've got the lunch shift tomorrow. I need to go home tonight." "OK," I said, "let's get this stuff put in the truck. I don't want to stay any longer. I'm afraid I'll fall asleep otherwise." "Oh Aidan," Elle said, wide-eyed, "I'm sorry. Are you mad?" I sighed, "No, I'm not mad; I just wish you had said something earlier." Her lip started to tremble and I felt badly. "You are mad," she said as tears started forming in her eyes. 'Oh great.' I thought. "No," I said, "I'm not mad." I drew her into my arms. "I'm just tired. I'm really not mad at you, OK?" "Really?" She said, "You're really not mad at me?" "No, I'm not." I said, "I just want to get going. Let's go, OK?" "Uh-huh," she sniffed. We piled all of the shit in the truck and she snuggled up next to me. I put my arm around her for the trip to her apartment. She fell asleep almost immediately. I started to pass a gas station and realized that I needed coffee. I stopped and she woke up. "What's wrong?" She mumbled. "Nothing," I explained, "I just need some coffee. You want anything?" She yawned, causing me to yawn. "Nope." "OK," I answered, "I'll be right back." I got the coffee and back in the truck. She started to slide under my arm again. "That's OK," I said, "but I'll have to get my arm back to drink the coffee." She smiled, "Let's try it with me feeding you the coffee. If it doesn't work, then I'll give up your arm." I kissed the tip of her nose. "OK." It actually worked fairly well after a couple of false starts. Between the caffeine and the concentration required to not spill it on myself, I stayed fully awake. We got to her apartment without incident and she climbed out. I came around and folded her in my arms. "I love you and I'll miss you tomorrow." I said. "Just don't go falling in love with some random Rockies and Broncos fan. Good night." She grinned, "I'll try to keep that in mind." She kissed me again, "Good Night." We walked up to her door and I waited until I heard the dead bolt slide home. Once again, I was going home with a raging hard-on and no relief in sight. ******************** We talked after she got off of work for the next couple of days. She was getting more and more nervous about the meetings with Dad and his buddies. She called me Thursday morning, almost in a panic. "Aidan!" She exclaimed when I answered the phone. "Aidan! You've gotta go with me!" I kind of chuckled, "Go where?" "Don't laugh at me!" She spat. "Whoa, Babe!" I said, "I'm not laughing at you, you caught me off guard. How do you need me to help you?" "You've gotta go with me to these meetings!" She sounded frantic. "But my Dad's going to be with you," I said trying to calm her down. "I know," she explained, "and as nice as he's been and is being, I don't really know him. I want you to be there with me. Even if you just hold my hand, I would feel better with you there." "OK, no problem," I said, "When is the first meeting?" The phone was silent for a moment. "Elle? Are you there?" "Yeah, I am." She breathed. "In an hour." "What's in an hour?" I asked, dreading the answer with the morning I had going on. "My first meeting." I could barely hear her. "OK," I said, "hang on a second." I picked up my desk phone. "Hey Melissa?" My assistant answered when I called. "Could you get Bill Donovan on the phone and ask him if we can reschedule for tomorrow morning? I've had something come up." I went back to Elle. "It's going to be a minute before I know whether or not I can reschedule this meeting." Just then my desk phone rang. It was Melissa. "He said he can't do tomorrow morning, but if you want he'll get a tee time at his club for you guys tomorrow afternoon and you can work on it on the course." "Cool," I said, "just let me know the tee time. Thanks, Melissa." "OK," I said picking up my cell phone, "I'm all yours Babe. Do I need to pick you up?" "Oh, thank you, thank you, thank you." She breathed nervously. "Yes please, it would be great if you could pick me up." "OK,"I said, "I'll be there in a few. Love you." "I love you, too." She said, I could hear her calming down. "Thank you again, bye.' I hung up, grabbed my jacket and walked to Melissa's office. "I'm going to be gone for a little while. If you need anything email me. I'll have my cell with me, but I'm going to silence it." Melissa smiled, "Nooner?" I acted shocked, "Ms. Carmichael! That is sexual in nature and will not be tolerated in the workplace!" She grinned, "I was just askin' if you were going to get lunch with your lady." "Uh-huh." I said drily. "Actually," I answered, "she's got meetings with the bank and realtor about her restaurant. She wants a friendly face, other than my dad." "Cool," she said, "tell her I said good luck." I smiled and nodded on my way out. I drove to Elle's; it took less time than normal because it was the middle of a weekday morning. Elle opened the door and I was blown away by the way she looked. She had on a tailored business suit, grey with fine white pinstripes. The blouse was dark red and her mid heeled shoes matched the suit. Her long blonde hair was done up in a tight French twist. She looked very professional; I had never seen this side of her. "Wow!" I said, "Madame President, you look great." The professional façade faded as she smiled. "Thanks, I was worried that it was too much." "Maybe for Steve, but not for Max." I said, "You can't be too professional for a banker." "That's kinda what I thought." Elle said. She grabbed her laptop case and a small purse. "Let's go." "Where are we going first?" I asked as I opened her door for her. I took the laptop case and put it in the back seat and got behind the wheel. "The bank," she said. "Your Dad thought that if things didn't work out at the bank we wouldn't be wasting Steve's time." She paused, "I don't even know your Dad's friends and I'm calling them by their first names. That doesn't seem right." I reached over and took her hand. "Do you even know their last names?" She blinked, staring at me and then giggled. "No, I don't, your Dad never mentioned their last names, even in his emails." "See," I grinned, "what are you gonna call them then? Mr. Banker? Mr. Realtor?" She squeezed my hand. "Thank you." "For what?" I asked. "Making me relax," she drew a deep ragged breath, "this is only the rest of my life we're talking about here." We pulled up in front of the bank and Dad pulled into the parking space beside us before we could get out. We got out and I shook Dad's hand before getting Elle's door for her. I grabbed the laptop case as Dad hugged Elle. "Relax kid," Dad smiled at Elle, "Max can't eat you. He's just a banker and he's a really good guy." She smiled nervously and then took my hand. Dad looked down at our clasped hands and smiled. "Ready?" He asked. Aidan and Katie Ch. 03 Elle smiled nervously again. "As ready as I'll ever be." "Good," He said, "Now relax." We walked in and Dad walked up to the receptionist. "Mike Cunningham and Elle Nichols to see Max Anderson." "Yes, sir." The tiny brunette said. "Please have a seat. His assistant asked me to tell you that his current meeting is running long and he apologizes, but it'll be a few minutes. Could I get you anything?" Elle started to decline and I suggested water to keep her mouth moist. I know my mouth gets dry when I'm nervous and I thought hers might, also. She gratefully agreed. Dad and I asked for coffee. I watched the brunette walk away and got an elbow in my ribs. "Watch it mister!" I knew then that Elle would be OK in this meeting. "Hey!" I said. She leveled her gaze at me and I shut up, knowing what was good for me. The brunette returned with the drinks and I looked anywhere but at her and I felt Elle's burning gaze on my face. "Better," she said. My 'Yes, dear' drew another sharp elbow and a snort of laughter from my dad. Elle really didn't want to talk so we sat there quietly for about twenty minutes. Finally, a statuesque redhead came out and said Mr. Anderson was finishing up with his meeting and asked that we come back. She said that he apologized and would we follow her. I let Dad take the lead behind her and again looked anywhere but at her magnificent ass. I can't say I didn't see it; I did, but studiously looked everywhere but there. Elle noticed. She squeezed my hand. "Thank you," she whispered. When we got to Max's office, he was standing in the door with a couple of cowboys. Hey, they had western cut suits, cowboy boots, string ties and they each held a cowboy hat. They were cowboys as far as I was concerned. They were probably multimillionaire ranchers, but at heart they were cowboys. They turned to walk away, putting on their hats. They noticed Elle, tipped their hats and said, "Ma'am," simultaneously. Cowboys. As we were standing there I noticed Max's assistant slip behind him into his office. She was carrying a file. Max turned to us and said, "This beautiful young lady must be Elle. Mac, you didn't do her justice." Dad grinned and Elle blushed. Just then his assistant slipped back out of the office carrying a stack of files. Max turned to me. "Aidan? What're you doing here?" Elle was holding my left hand tightly and I raised it up as I shook Max's hand. "Moral support." He chuckled, "I understand. Come on in. Stacy, I should be about a half hour or so. Hold my calls." He closed the door behind us. His office was big enough that he had a small conference table and he directed us to sit around the table. I started to pull away from Elle and she held tight so I pulled a chair over to sit next to her. Max had a file on the table in front of him. He looked at Elle and said, "Mac tells me that you want to open a restaurant. Is that right?" Elle looked confused, "Mac? Who's Mac?" Dad grinned, "I am. Michael Aaron Cunningham. M A C, Mac. It's a golf guy thing." "But isn't that confusing with Max?" Elle asked. Max smiled, "Nope, I'm Cabone." "Cabone?" Elle was more confused. Max grinned, "Cheatin' Assed Bastard One. CABONE, I'm one because we have multiple Cheatin' Assed Bastards and I was the first." I could tell Elle's head had to be spinning, "Why do they let you play if you cheat?" Dad and Max were almost in tears they were laughing so hard. Finally, I rescued her. "They don't really cheat. It just comes from occasionally playing much better than their handicap and taking all the money on the bets. Really, it's an affectionate nickname." Elle shook her head. "OK." Max chuckled again, "Anyway, you want to open a restaurant?" "Yes, sir I do." Elle said. "Though it's more of a bar and grille. I think I have a pretty good concept and I also think that I'll have a decent following from my regulars at Hayter's. Here's my plan, with a proposed menu." Max spent a few minutes reading Elle's business plan and menu. Finally he looked up at her. "Do you have your finances?" Max asked. Elle slid over another several pages. Max spent another couple of minutes looking over Elle's finances. He looked up at her again. Elle squeezed my hand tighter. Max looked at her steadily before answering. "Looking at your plan, it's solid. Your personal finances are remarkable for someone your age working as a bartender. You've done a tremendous job of saving money. Most of your numbers are in line with what I know about the restaurant business. I talked to Steve after Mac contacted me about this. We think you can find a restaurant to fit your needs and fit your budget. But, (Elle's hand was squeezing mine to the point of being painful) the part of your financial projection that concerns me is the fact that you only have twenty five thousand dollars in cash and no reserve. I appreciate that you need our bank to provide a line of credit to get started, buy inventory, replace some equipment, pay for training and so forth. But, you're going to need money to live. I cannot provide you with funds to live and I don't think it's a good idea for you to keep an outside job for living expenses. This venture needs to have one hundred percent of your focus. So, unless you can find a partner or an investor, for right now I must say no." I felt the air go out of Elle just through the change in tension in her hand. I felt badly for her. She had gotten her hopes up and just had them dashed. I didn't know what to do to help her until I had a thought. "Max?" I said, as he was pulling all the papers into his file. Max looked up and smiled. "Aidan?" "You mentioned a partner or investor." I said. I felt Elle's gaze turn to me. "Yes," Max said, pausing in gathering up the papers. "How much does she need?" I asked. He didn't hesitate in saying, "I would feel comfortable if she had a hundred thousand dollars in cash." I smiled, "So if I threw in another hundred twenty five thousand with her twenty five thousand, as a partner or investor, you'd take another look?" Elle had gone stiff at this point. "Aidan!" She gasped. I squeezed her hand with what feeling I had left in it after her squeezing it for the last half hour. Dad turned and looked at me and said, "Aidan, are you sure?" I calmly looked at Max. "So, what do you think?" He simply asked, "Partner or investor?" I tilted my head toward Elle. "That's up to her." She jumped up, kissed me and said, "Partner!" Max smiled, "Then I'm in. By the way, I love the name of the restaurant." I asked, "What is it?" Elle blushed and showed me the logo. It was a picture of an elevated train under the name "The Elle". I laughed, "That's awesome!" "You don't think it's egotistical?" She asked, blushing. "No, I don't." I said. "I think it's brilliant." Dad said, "Let me see." I slid the printout over to Dad. He grinned and said, "I love it, too." "Before we finalize this thing, you guys need to incorporate and I need that paperwork plus your financials, Aidan." Max said. "All of my financials are with you guys," I said. "You can access them, right?" He smiled, "Yes I can. I can even set you up with one of our lawyers for your partnership agreement and articles of incorporation. You guys should be ready to go in about a week." He called his assistant and had her check with the lawyers. In a few minutes we had an appointment with the lawyers and in about two hours we were on our way to see Steve. Elle was almost dizzy with the way the day had gone so far. She never let go of my hand. I followed my dad and we pulled up in front of an open restaurant in downtown Denver. Elle looked at me and I shrugged. Steve was standing out front. I introduced him to Elle and he explained how the owner wanted to retire and was either going to sell outright, sell to own or lease the restaurant. He was very concerned with who would be running his restaurant. He didn't have a problem with a change in theme or name as long as he thought that the new management would be accommodating to his regulars and his employees. We walked inside and the building was everything that Elle wanted with exposed wood structure and rough brick walls. It was relatively small at about four thousand square feet, but he owned the whole building and there was room for expansion. We met the owner, Ralph Hutchinson, and he showed Elle all around. They looked at the entire restaurant plus the rest of the building. We just kind of trailed behind. Ralph said he wanted to talk to Elle alone so they went to a booth in the back. I was concerned and Steve assured me that it was OK. "I've seen him do this every time." Steve said. "He wants to know that the new people know what they're doing and his life's work won't be wasted. He's turned down two offers already based on his opinion that the new people didn't have what it took to keep his place alive. From what I can tell about Elle, she's got a good chance to make this happen." I looked at Steve, "How do you know about Elle?" "I know people in the bar business, Aidan. I asked around." Steve explained. "She's got a great reputation amongst people who know. Even if she doesn't know it, she could walk into any bar in greater Denver and have the job as manager. I put Ralph in touch with the people that I know and he was very impressed. This is just a formality." He pointed at the table, where Elle was waving me over, "You're wanted." I walked back and sat down next to Elle. She grasped my hand. "Ralph wanted to meet my money guy, my partner. Ralph, this is Aidan Cunningham, my boyfriend and my partner." Ralph raised his eyebrow. "Boyfriend, huh? Just a friends-with-benefits kind of thing?" I laughed, here's a seventy-something guy asking about friends-with-benefits. It was funny. He frowned, "There's something funny?" "I'm sorry; but I find it funny that somebody your age knows about 'friends-with-benefits'." I said. "That may be ageist, but in my experience guys your age generally don't know what that means. But, if it's any of your business, we are not 'friends-with-benefits'. Elle used 'boyfriend' because we're not yet engaged and there is not really a more accurate one word description of our relationship." Elle sat there wide-eyed. He sat back, blinking. Obviously, he was not accustomed to anyone speaking to him in this manner. He considered me for a moment before he smiled. "OK. I understand. Now, what do you know about the restaurant/bar business?" "Absolutely nothing." I said honestly. "Then why are you investing your money in this? It's risky." I could tell he was curious. "It's because I believe in Elle. I've known her for a long time and I believe she will be great at owning her own place." I said. "OK." He said. "I've heard enough. If we can make the numbers work, I'd like you to take over my place." He smiled. "I love the name and the logo. It's original and eye-catching. I will say one more thing; I'd like to get this done by the end of the year. I want to spend the rest of the winter where it's warmer than here." Elle got up and hugged him and to his credit he blushed. She fairly skipped back to my Dad and Steve and hugged them, too. I took Elle home and headed back to the office. I had to catch up on some paperwork and would have a late night. I called her after I got home and she was still wired. "Aidan! I can't believe it! It's really happening! Oh my god, thank you, thank you, thank you!" Elle was babbling. I just laughed. "Elle, you gotta stop thanking me. I get it." "OK, just let me do it one more time. Thank you!" She giggled. We talked about mundane things until I said I was beat and needed to get to bed. "Will I see you this weekend?" She asked. "I'm planning on it." I said. "I'll talk to you tomorrow, OK?" "OK, I love you." Elle said softly. "I love you too." I said. "Good night, baby." "Good night." Elle whispered. I played golf the next day as planned but it was a little cool. It had gotten deep enough into fall that it was probably too cool to play, but we played anyway. We got our business done. The rest of the week was fairly routine, except for a visit and purchase I made. I spoke with Elle every night after she got off work. It was very late every night. It started snowing Thursday night and Elle was excited when she called me from work. "Hey, it's snowing, could we go to the cabin this weekend? I got the weekend off. I think it'll be romantic and fun. The two of us, alone in the cabin in the snow, with nothing to do..." She giggled, trailing off. "OK, I'll call Dad." I said. "Give me a couple of minutes." I called Dad, had to take a ration of shit about the fireplace and then called Elle back. "We're good to go. I'll pick you up tomorrow about three, OK?" "Sure, sounds good." She said. I started gathering stuff up, starting with the box I had picked up earlier in the week. By the time I went to bed, I had everything I needed stacked by the front door, ready to go. On Friday, I took off at noon and came home to pack up the truck. I took everything down and packed up my four-wheel-drive truck. I went to the store and picked up enough food for the weekend and then drove to Elle's. I was about a half hour early and hoped that she was ready. She was and I took her suitcase to the truck. She snuggled in beside me. "This is gonna be sooo much fun." Elle giggled. "Playing in the snow, snuggling in front of your parent's fireplace..." "Elllllle," I whined. She giggled. "OK, I'll stop." All we got done on Friday night was to get unpacked, wood brought in, a fire started and dinner made. We snuggled in in front of the fire and were soon both asleep. I woke up and did my usual routine of taking her into bed and covering her up. She never woke up. Saturday morning I woke to the aroma of coffee and cinnamon rolls. I went to the bathroom and then went to find Elle. She was already dressed, ready for a day in the snow. I wrapped my arms around her, "Good morning." She was fairly vibrating. She spun in my arms, "Good morning. I made cinnamon rolls so we could get outside quicker." I smiled and kissed her, "OK." We sat and ate the cinnamon rolls and I had a couple of cups of coffee. I would have liked another, but I thought Elle might explode from the pent-up excitement. I went in and put on a snowmobile suit and Elle put on a parka and snow pants. We went walking through the quiet woods and found deer tracks, wolf tracks and rabbit tracks. We spent the entire day outside. We didn't even go in for lunch. Elle wanted to make a snowman and we spent a while working on it. Then, she decided that we both had to make snow angels. We finally went back in about four; it was starting to get dark. After a day of playing and walking in the snow, I was chilled to the bone and needed a hot shower. Evidently, Elle was too because she went into the bathroom in the master bedroom as soon as we came in. I grabbed some sweats from my room and went into the main bathroom. Fortunately, Dad had foreseen these types of days and installed a seventy five gallon water heater, so there was plenty of hot water for each of us. I shaved, getting rid of the stubble of the day. I was done far sooner than Elle and after I got a fire started, I went to the kitchen to make us hot chocolate. Mom always kept the makings of her hot chocolate recipe in great supply. No Swiss Miss in Maddie Cunningham's kitchen. It took a few minutes to get the chocolate melted in the milk and get all of the ingredients mixed together. Mom's recipe made enough for four large mugs, so there was enough for each of us to have two, if we wanted. I took the mugs over to the couch and set Elle's on one end table and mine on the other. Elle came out in a long, white silk robe and I could see burgundy silk pajama pants adorning her legs through the gap in the robe. Her still wet, long, blonde hair was pulled into a ponytail and she was barefoot. "Oooh!" She squealed, "Hot chocolate!" Then she looked over and saw that I had mine at the opposite end of the couch. "Don't you want to sit by me?" She looked hurt and disappointed. I sighed, "I just thought it might be awkward, having to climb over me to get your hot chocolate." She faked frowning, trying not to grin through it, "How do you know I don't want to crawl all over you?" "That would work for me, too." I grinned. She picked up her hot chocolate and put it on the end table next to mine. Then she sat next to me and promptly crawled over me to get it. Her body, nicely wrapped in silk, slithered over mine. I liked the feeling of her supple, toned body sliding over mine and I felt a twitch in my groin. We snuggled on the couch and drank our hot chocolate, looking into the fire. Elle took every opportunity to slide over me; putting down her mug and picking it back up. The twitching had stopped and had grown to a full-fledged throb. I got up and put more wood on the fire and when I turned Elle had stood up and removed her robe. The burgundy silk pajamas clung to her like a second skin and my breath caught in my throat. She spun around, "You like?" "Uh-huh," I mumbled, staring. "Good," she smiled, gliding over to me; "I bought it just for you." It had gotten completely dark outside and Elle floated around the room and turned off all of the lights. The room was now just lit by the flickering fire. She stepped into the middle of the round, eight foot diameter, white plush rug that was in front of the fire. "Why don't we lie down in front of the fire?" I made a face and she looked hurt. "You don't want to lie in front of the fire with me?" She looked as though she was going to cry. "That's not it at all." I said softly. "I just haven't looked at that rug the same since my dad said what he did about he and mom snuggling in front of the fire." She immediately brightened and started laughing. "You idiot." She softened her voice and came and took me by the hand, leading me to the middle of the rug. "Let's make you a different memory, OK?" She wrapped herself around me, kissing softly. Slowly, she drew us down to the rug, until I was lying on my back and she was lying on top of me. "Now, isn't this much better?" "Yes, it is." I said, "You know how to make me forget anything. I love you." She leaned in and kissed me softly, "I love you, too." We kissed softly, gently for a long time. I had rolled us over and was lying to her side, kissing. I moved off of her lips and to the soft, smooth skin of her cheek and then to her ear, breathing softly into it. I knew this gave her chills, which she loved...and hated. She shivered and having gotten the reaction I wanted, I moved to her neck. Her head turned away, giving me full access, trusting me to do what she loved. I did, kissing softly, licking and blowing on the wetted skin. She shivered again, her arms wrapping around my back, fingers sliding under my sweatshirt, dancing at my waist, just above my butt, giving me the same chills. My hips involuntarily flexed, driving my rock hard dick into her hip. She paused and I figured we were done, but then she started stroking again. I pulled my hips back, but her touch got firmer and she pulled my hips back to hers. I kissed up under her chin, and then moved back up to kiss her soft lips. Her hand slid under the waistband of my sweatpants and she caressed the skin of my butt. I moved back down her chin and kissed her throat, staying there for long minutes as I knew she loved the attention to her neck. Slowly, I moved down her throat and paused at the hollow of her neck. I knew she especially loved to be kissed and licked there so I spent a long time lavishing attention to this smooth, soft part of her body. Her stroking of my butt had increased in tempo and firmness so I knew she was enjoying what I was doing. She had wormed her other arm down and around and was now gripping and stroking my butt with both hands. Aidan and Katie Ch. 03 The silk pajama top had a scoop neck and I started to take advantage of the skin that was exposed. I moved down from the hollow and onto the skin of her chest, moving slowly, kissing softly and I could feel her breathing hitch in her chest. I slowed even more, not wanting her to get spooked and end this. I loved the feeling of her hands on my bare butt and I didn't want this to stop. I felt the neck of the pajamas touch my lips and knew I had reached the line of demarcation and had begun to change direction, returning along the line of my descent, when Elle suddenly flipped us over. She squirmed around until I was on my back and she was sitting on my stomach. She looked at me and seeing my disappointment, smiled a little. She leaned down and kissed me and then sat back up. "Thank you for being so patient with me." She whispered. "You haven't pushed me, even though I can feel your need to." She giggled and scooted back to bump her firm butt cheeks against my throbbing, hard cock. "I appreciate that." "I could never do anything that you don't want," I said, "You know that I love you." She smiled down at me, tears shining in the firelight. "I love you, too." She reached down and grabbed the hem of her pajama top and slowly drew it over her head. Her silky smooth skin was slowly revealed to me as she completely removed her top. I marveled at her tiny perfect breasts glowing in the firelight. "Elle," I whispered, refraining from touching her, "you don't have to do this." She smiled down at me. "Yes I do. I have been fighting what my body wants for long enough." I smiled, allowing my fingers to touch the warm, smooth skin of her stomach. "What does your body want, Baby?" She whispered softly, "It wants you, Aidan, it wants only you." She scooted back and sat on my dick, reaching down to tug on my shirt. "Take it off, please?" I pulled the sweatshirt off and as soon as it was gone, she lay down on me, her tiny breasts and hard nipples pressing into my chest. She covered my face with soft, sweet kisses while sliding around on my chest with her little boobs. The sensation was so exquisite it felt as though my dick was about to burst, I had not had this much sexual contact in almost a year. I tried to resist doing anything but lie there because she was so excited. I wanted her to do what she needed to do. Her hips were rocking and her crotch was rubbing on my dick, but if this kept up much longer I was going to explode in my pants. I rolled her over and drew my hips back. I needed some relief from the pressure. Leaning down, I kissed her softly, gently, but she was having none of it. She grabbed the back of my head and pulled me down into a deeper, more passionate kiss. Her actions were almost frantic. Her tongue was in my mouth and was actively exploring everything inside, my teeth, my gums and my tongue. I don't think I'd ever been kissed so passionately. When she finally released me I pulled back and looked at her. I just raised an eyebrow and she blushed, giggling. "I told you I wanted you." I kissed her nose, moved to her eyes and she slowly turned her head to give me access to her neck. I could feel the beating of her heart as it was going a mile a minute. I smiled to myself as I worked down her neck, slowly licking and kissing. Withdrawing my lips, I blew gently on the wetted skin and she shivered, not chilly shivering, but shivers of desire. Her hands were gently holding the back of my head as I explored every soft, silky smooth, inch of skin I could find. When I reached the hollow of her neck her hips bounced off of the floor, gently bumping into me. Again smiling to myself, I started working down to uncharted territory for me. The skin of her breasts was the softest, smoothest skin I had encountered so far. I was expecting my head to be jerked back from her breast as I approached her right nipple, but I was wrong. She allowed me to continue. I could feel the heat from her tiny, erect nipple as my lips approached it. It was burning up as I touched it with my lips. Gently, I licked the delicate, rock hard, hot nugget of flesh. "Mmmmm....Ohhhhh," Elle moaned. "That feels ssssoooo good..." I sucked it in and scraped the burning flesh with my teeth and she shivered and moaned again. She continued to hold my head tight to her tiny breast, for a time, not even allowing me to switch sides. I found the left mound with my hand and gently massaged the tiny column with my fingertips. The squirming of her hips increased as I sucked on her right nipple and teased her left with my fingers. I started to move my head to her left breast, but instead she pushed down on my head, guiding me to her stomach and below. I paused at her navel, but she continued to push me further down. I reached the waistband of the red silk pajamas and I hesitated. She let go of my head only to grab her pajama pants, her hands scrabbling to push them down. I sat up and her hips left the rug as she shoved her pants down. She started to sit up to finish the job, but I gently pushed her back down. I slid down to her feet and pulled the silky pants with the soaking wet crotch of off her feet. I was seeing her totally, gloriously naked for the first time. It was worth the wait. She was flawless, a goddess. "Elle," I whispered, "You're gorgeous. You're the most beautiful woman I've ever seen." (I know, I know, I said essentially same thing to my sister, but I meant that then and I meant what I was saying to Elle. My opinion was merely updated.) She blushed and giggled. Unabashedly, I took in her beauty, from her classic, beautiful Nordic face, to her perfect, tiny breasts, her flat, smooth stomach; her immaculate pussy that I thought was shaved, but on closer examination was covered with fine, white blonde hair, to her runway model legs and finishing with her perfect, tiny feet. She blushed again, "You like?" "Oh, yeah," I whispered, "I like, I like a lot..." She grinned a little shy grin, "So are you just going to stare all night or are you going to touch me?" I started to lie down and she stopped me. "Uh-uh." "What?" I asked. "Get rid of those," she pointed at my sweat pants, "if I'm naked, and you're seeing me, then I get to see you, too." I grinned, "OK." I stood up and started to jerk my pants down and she shook her head, "Slowly..." She sat up, leaning back on her elbows. I felt a little silly, I had never done any kind of strip tease before, but I wanted to please Elle. I started rocking my hips as though I were a stripper. Elle laughed a little at my awkward attempts to be sexy. I turned my back and pulled the waistband down to the bottom of my cheeks and wiggled my butt at her. I felt more than ridiculous but she was laughing and clapping and whistling, so I thought I was doing OK. I looked over my shoulder and pulled the pants back up and she teasingly frowned. I slowly turned around and pulled the waistband down past the top of my pubes, pulling my throbbing erection down with the elastic waistband, and then I let it go, the waistband sliding slightly upward. I looked down at Elle, her eyes wide at my hips thrusting slightly. "What do you want?" "I want to see it." She whispered. "See what?" I asked as I exaggerated the thrusting. Her eyes narrowed, "Your dick, you dick!" I laughed and drew the waistband over my rock hard cock. As the waistband cleared the dripping tip, my cock sprang upward and I looked at Elle. Her eyes were wide and her mouth open, her tongue delicately moistening her lips. I let the sweatpants drop to the floor, stepped out of them and kicked them to the side. I repeated her words from moments ago, "You like?" She just nodded slowly, her eyes not moving from the column of flesh bobbing in front of her. I knelt in front of her, kissed her and gently pushed her back down. I lay next to her and explored her silky skin with my fingertips and followed with my lips. I found her tiny breasts again eagerly exploring the teeny nipples before she starting pushing my head downward once again. I kissed as I went, slowly descending and pausing only briefly on her navel. Continuing downward I encountered the beginnings of the fine, soft, white blonde hair covering Elle's treasure. Her aroma was quite strong as I realized just how turned on she had become. It was a pleasant sweet smell, tinged with a tartness that made the combination very pleasant and made my dick twitch. Elle's hands were on the top of my head and the calm but firm pressure didn't allow me to pause for very long. I moved down and nuzzled into the hair and found that it was very soft and damp with Elle's need. Elle's legs had parted, giving me unfettered access to her dripping womanhood. I was fascinated by the light pink color of her pussy. It was light at the tips of her labia and didn't get much darker as it disappeared inside. I stroked and felt and caressed the slick, tender flesh of Elle's pussy, feeling unbelievably close to her. Her hips were writhing and I could hear soft gasps coming from her mouth. Slipping my forefinger inside, I lowered my lips to the pulsing, soaking, mass of femininity that was Elle's pussy. Her flavor was every bit as tantalizing as her aroma, the tartness turning tangy as I delved into her depths with my tongue. I had avoided her clit with my tongue, but as I pushed into her my nose touched the hot little button and her hips twitched. It seemed as though she wanted to push into me, but restrained herself. I pulled back a little and whispered, "Let go, Baby, just do what you want." The response was immediate, her hips sprung off of the rug and my finger was driven deeper into her pussy. "Oh god, Aidan," she moaned, "That feels sooo good." I dipped my head back down and took her clit between my lips, sucking lightly while I twisted my finger back and forth and her hips started to follow the action of my finger. I added a second finger to her pussy and slipped my thumb down to her pucker. I applied gentle pressure to her little bottom and she squealed and jumped a little. "Ai-Aidan," she squeaked, "What are you doing?" I pulled my mouth away, "Just making you feel good. If you don't like it, I'll stop, but give it a minute, OK?" "B-but, I've never had anything up there before." She panted. "I'm not going to push in, baby," I assured her, "I'm just going to rub it a little." "Oh, OK." She said, "But, you'll stop if I don't like it?" "Uh-huh." I answered just before I sucked her clit back in between my lips. "Ohhhhh," she moaned as she threw her head back. Gently, I rubbed the tip of my thumb around the sensitive rosebud and Elle sighed as she relaxed and experienced the sensation completely for the first time. It seemed to be effective because as wet as she had been, her pussy was dripping even more now. My fingers were soaked and the moisture was drooling down to coat my thumb. Even though I didn't intend it, my thumb slipped into her hole, up to the first joint. "Unnghh," she grunted and I slipped it out quickly. "No," she gasped, "Put it back...it felt good..." I slipped it back in and it was so wet and she so relaxed that it slid all of the way in. I squeezed my fingers and thumb together through the thin membrane between her ass and her pussy and sucked the hard little bud of her clit deeper between my lips. She started to tense and drove her feet hard down on the rug, raising her hips off of the floor. Pulsing deep within her pussy was squeezing my fingers and her ass had clamped down on my thumb. "Oh, oh, oh, Aidan...Aidan I'm, I'm coming, I'm coming...ooooohhhh here it comes..." Her pussy clamped down completely as her orgasm rushed through her body. Her body strained stiffly as the orgasm ravaged her body and I helped it along by continuing to tease her clit with my tongue and lips. Suddenly, she collapsed to the floor and she started pushing at my head with weak hands. "Stop, Aidan..." she sighed, "please, no more..." I gently withdrew my fingers and thumb, the last coming free with a little pop; as though her tiny bottom was loathe to release it. She immediately started pulling at my shoulders, urging me to join her. I lay down beside her and she promptly turned her head to kiss me. Her tongue sought mine as she deepened the kiss, clinging tightly to me. Slowly, she withdrew and pressed her forehead to mine. She kissed me lightly on the lips and whispered, "I love you, Aidan." I smiled and started to answer and she put her finger to my lips, "Shhh, it's my turn." Then she pushed me down so that I was lying flat on the floor. "Now, be still." After kissing me again, she slipped to the side of my face and began mimicking what I had been doing to her for weeks. She covered my cheek, eyelid and ears with tiny kisses and licks. Where my kisses were longer and more lingering, hers were shorter, quicker and far, far more frequent. Where I kissed her maybe a dozen times while working through her cheek to her ear, she kissed and licked me at least two or three times that number. Her soft lips and delicate tongue were so active that it felt as though I had butterflies dancing on my skin. I had never felt anything like it in my life. The feeling was so exquisite that the sensual activity made me start to squirm and I felt Elle's lips curve into a small smile. She continued to slide down my cheek to my ear and her warm breath on my ear made me shiver and she giggled. One kiss on the ear and she moved down my neck, using her small, quick kisses and licks. She quickly got to my shoulder, passes by and started working on my chest. My nipples had never been particularly sensitive before, so I was startled when she licked and then nipped at my nipple and I felt a charge in my cock. It had been throbbingly hard for nearly an hour and this latest stimulation caused a little spurt of pre-come to splash on my stomach. I moaned at the nip and splash and Elle giggled again. She moved off of my nipple and continued until she found something on my stomach. "Ooooh, what's this?" She whispered just before she licked up the little pool of pre-come. Continuing down she came to my hair, brushed it with her fingers and then gracefully wrapped her fingers around my, pulsing, hot cock. It lurched in her hand causing her to giggle again. Elle sat up a little, never releasing my cock and looked up at me. I watched as she slowly lowered her face to my cock, her eyes never leaving mine. Her soft lips pursed into a bow and she gently kissed the purple helmet perched atop her clenched fist. My cock lurched again and her lips opened as the angry purple crown popped into the warm wetness waiting for it. I groaned as she swirled her tongue around the soft head, her tickling, teasing tongue driving me crazy. Her tongue dipped and darted and flickered around and my hips wanted to bounce and I restrained myself, not wanting to drive myself into her throat. Suddenly she let go of my dick and sat up. I was started by the unexpected change and flinched. She giggled, leaned down quickly, kissing the tip and then throwing her leg over my stomach and straddling me. Her wet pussy felt amazing on me as she started rocking up and down. Every stroke she moved further and further down until I could feel the heat of her pussy on every downstroke. She paused at the top of a stroke, leaned down to kiss me powerfully as she moved her hips up and away from my stomach. She pulled away from my lips and whispered, "Aidan, I love you," as her warm wetness enveloped my rod and she slipped smoothly, slowly down to the base. After all of this time, all the nights of blue balls, I was inside of this beautiful woman that I loved so much. I wrapped my arms around her and held her as we kissed and her pussy caressed and massaged my buried cock. I was in her and around her and felt closer to her than I had ever felt to another human being. Slowly, she withdrew from the kiss and sat up. I was still deeply submerged in her as she sat and gazed into my eyes. Almost imperceptibly at first, she started moving. Each rock forward moved her pussy farther and farther up the rigid flesh of my shaft until she was almost letting it slip out of her well lubricated, slippery pussy. Gradually, she increased her speed until her hips were nearly a blur as she fucked herself on me. Reaching up, I found the little rock hard, pink bullets of her nipples and gently twisted and tweaked them. I started feeling the familiar tingling and I gasped to Elle, "I'm coming, Baby." I felt Elle tense and then huff, "Sssso am I..." Abruptly, I shot over the edge and began pumping come deeply into Elle's womb. The ejaculation had been so long in the making, actually months so the first burst was actually painful. Then the natural joy overwhelmed everything else and the tingling suffused through my body making my toes and fingers curl. Elle's orgasm burst over her and she joined me in the wracking, shaking joy of our first mutual orgasm. As my cock finally stopped pulsing, Elle collapsed on me, gasping for air. She lay still for a few minutes, recovering and then slipped off of me and cuddled up to my side, laying her head on my chest. We lay there for a long while, calming down from our first love making session. But, I was starting to get hungry. I didn't want to disturb this blissful moment and make Elle think I was a jerk, but hunger was seriously raising its ugly head. "Uhhh, Elle," I said. "Mmmm-Hmmm?" she moaned lazily. "I, uhhh," I stammered, I really didn't want to hurt Elle's feelings. "What is it, Aidan?" she asked softly. "I don't want to break this up; I really, really, love being here with you like this..." I paused. "But..." Elle said. "But, after such an active day, making love for the first time..." I hesitated. "I've only had a cinnamon roll today and I'm starving." To my surprise Elle started giggling. "I've been lying here trying to figure out how to say the same thing. I didn't want to hurt your feelings, but I'm starving, too. Let's get up and eat, we've got the rest of tonight and tomorrow to be together." I kissed the top of her head, got up and then helped her up. Elle said, "I think I'm gonna go take a shower, OK?" "Sure," I said, "I think I will, too." She narrowed her eyes, "I think we'll eat sooner if we shower separately." I laughed, "OK." She walked away and I stood there watching her fine naked butt swaying away from me. She looked over her shoulder and grinned. I tried to look up, but was not quick enough. "I saw that." She giggled and disappeared into my parent's room. I blushed and then went in and took a quick shower. I put on a robe and a pair of sleep shorts and retrieved a box from my suitcase that I slipped into the pocket of the robe. I added some wood to the fire then went into the kitchen. I got out eggs, cheese, sausage, peppers and onions. I put everything together and got out Mom's giant cast iron skillet. I heated it up, melted some butter and then poured the mix into the skillet, intending to make a giant omelet that we could share. I had just folded it over as Elle wrapped her arms around me and laid her head on my back. "Mmmm, that smells good. Can I do anything?" "Sure," I said, watching my omelet carefully, "you could make toast or English muffins, whichever you want." I felt her kiss my back, "Ooooh, English muffins sound good." As I finished with the omelet, Elle toasted and buttered the English muffins. We were done about the same time and she put the muffins at each plate as I plated the omelet. I gave her half and she said, "I'll never eat all of that!" I smiled, "Just eat as much or as little as you want." We sat close together, touching and feeling each other as we ate. Elle ate about half of her omelet and pushed the plate away. Aidan and Katie Ch. 04 I kissed her neck and lay my head on the pillow. I must've been more tired than I thought, because when I next opened my eyes there was light streaming in the window and Elle and I hadn't moved. Elle was still holding my hand tightly. The only apparent difference was that my dick was no longer encased by Elle's butt cheeks. I leaned forward and kissed Elle on the back, between her shoulder blades. "Mmmmm," I heard Elle, "Good morning, that's a very nice way to wake up." I kissed her again and she rolled over. "Hi." I kissed her on the nose and she giggled and said, "Hi, yourself." Then she scooted backwards off the bed. "Hey, where're you goin'?" She smiled and said, "Bathroom." She slipped into the bathroom so I got up and went into the other one. I did my business, including brushing my teeth and went back to a still empty bed. I lay down and pulled the sheet and blanket back over myself. She was gone longer than I thought and then she startled me by coming in from a different direction. Elle came out from the great room and walked toward me, naked. I hadn't seen her like this and just stared. I couldn't believe that I was so lucky as to have this gorgeous creature as my own. Her breasts were perfect, her hips, legs and butt, mouth-watering. She stopped and looked down at herself. "What?" "I can't believe that you said 'Yes'." I said, "You're beautiful, your body is perfect and you're all mine." She giggled, embarrassed and blushed red from head to toe. "You know," she said softly, "flattery will get you anywhere you want to go." She slipped under the covers and snuggled up next to me. "Did you see that it snowed some more last night? Not a lot, just enough to cover all of our tracks from yesterday. It looks like we're in our very own wonderland. If it would stay like this, I could stay here forever with you." She craned her neck up to kiss me and I moved to make it easier. We melted into one another, kissing and touching and holding and caressing each other. The heat and intensity from last night was gone and was replaced by gentle, soft loving. We kissed for long time, not pressing one another for more. Slowly, gradually, I became aware that Elle's hips were rocking against me, her hands were on my butt and she was pulling my hips into her. I abandoned her lips and started sliding down her silky smooth body. "Hey," Elle whined, "where ya goin'?" I smiled as I kissed my way around her breasts with the perfect pale pink nipples. "I'm gonna love you and make you feel good." "You don't have to do that every time, ya know?" Elle said softly. "You're not gonna let me?" I asked, looking up at her, disappointed. "You want to?" She sounded surprised. "I didn't think guys liked that." "I don't know about guys, but," I grinned, "It's my second favorite thing to do." She smiled, "What's the first?" "I'll show you as soon as I'm done doing this one." I said, sliding my way past her navel on the way to her pussy. "Promises, promisessssss," she hissed as I curled my tongue around her clit. Continuing to tease her clit with the tip of my tongue, I slipped my finger into her oily pussy. I loved the way she felt on my finger, soft and warm and slippery. She was so tight that I had a hard time pushing in and was a little concerned that I would hurt her. I needn't have been. "Ooooohhhh, Aidan," she cooed, "that feels ssssooo goooddd." Increasing the pressure with my tongue, I pulled my finger out and dipped into her warm, wet cavern and wriggled my tongue around and I slid my finger down and traced around her little pink pucker. Her butt cheeks clenched and she squealed, "Aidan! Are you going to do that every time?" "Maybe. "I murmured." "You liked it last night, didn't you?" I felt the tension start to drain from her body as she started to relax. "Yeah, I guess..." Resuming my laving of her pussy and teasing of her clit, I slipped my finger into her pussy, to get it good and wet. I rolled it around, grazing her g-spot and Elle's hips lurched. She moaned again. I let my finger slip from her folds and down to her little bottom. I curled my tongue around her clit, flipping back the hood and began gently rubbing a tight circle around her wrinkle. Almost as though she were fighting it, her hips began to almost imperceptibly rock in rhythm with my caressing finger. As my ministrations increased in pressure her hips rose to meet my finger. When she was really into it I gently scraped her clit with my teeth and let my fingertip pop through the tight ring. I was rewarded with a gush and, "Ohhhh Aiiiiidan, I'm, I', ohhhh, I'm cominggggg..." I didn't push any deeper with my finger, but I sucked her clit into my mouth and lashed it with my tongue over and over again. Her hips were bucking wildly and I was having a difficult time keeping my mouth on her pussy. "Aidan," she panted, "I need you in me, I need you in me now." Her hands were scrabbling at my shoulders trying to pull me up. I kissed her pussy one last time and slipped up and smoothly into her with one stroke. "Ahhhhh," she moaned, "that feeelsss goooodddd..." I propped myself up on my arms to watch her while I made love to her. Slowly, I stroked in and out of her while watching her head thrash from side to side. "Harder," she gasped, "harder and faster, Aidan, fuck meeeee..." I did as she asked pumping as fast as I could. Her head was bouncing with the jarring motion of our frenetic lovemaking. "Faster, Aidan, faster." She wheezed. I tried, but kept losing rhythm. I slowed, but tried to increase the force and that seemed to satisfy her, "Oooooohhhh Aidan, I, I, I'm c-c-c-coming again..." Her body arched and almost threw me off and I had the fleeting thought, 'Damn she's stronger than she looks', which kind of made me laugh. Suddenly she just collapsed to the bed. Her breathing was ragged and her eyes were closed. I slowed my thrusting and was gently pushing in and out of her, watching her breathing slow and a warm, gentle smile form on her face. She opened her eyes and looked at me, "Wow," she giggled, "that was pretty good." I kept up my gentle momentum and acted hurt, "Only pretty good? What does a guy have to do to get 'great' or 'awesome'? You've got some pretty high standards there, lady." She pulled me down into a kiss, "It's only our second time, buddy. I don't want to set the bar too high for you." "Yeah?" I snorted, "But if you did, you could keep saying that I was better the first and second times and keep pushing for better results." She shrugged, "I can do that anyway." "Wow," I said, "tough crowd." She giggled and then wigged her hips and frowned. "You didn't come again?" I kept up my gentle probing with my throbbing dick. "Nah, it's OK." She startled me by flipping us over, "Oh no, it's not." She kissed me and turned around to a reverse cowgirl. "I'm going to get us both off again. I love this and I think you will too, cowboy." She settled her warm, wet pussy on my dick and sat still for a few moments. I felt her fingers rubbing her pussy, but she was also rubbing the underside of my cock. As she rubbed us, the slipperiness coming from deep inside of her made everything down there extremely warm and wet and her fingers on me and her felt different than anything I'd ever felt before, but it was awesome. I put my hands on her hips and rubbed gently and then let my thumbs slide down to her little bottom. "Oh, Aidan," she cooed, "rub right there," as I thumbed her tight pink ring. As she raised and lowered herself, the tip of my thumb would penetrate her tight bottom. Each time, her bottom would squeeze my thumb, as though it was welcoming the intrusion. She continued raising and lowering herself on my stiff dick, all the time letting her wet fingers trail along the slippery bottom of my dick. The feeling was exquisite as the motion made it feel as though my dick were a foot long and deeply embedded in her pussy. Her movement, coupled with the pressure along the entire length of my dick felt as though I was in the deepest pussy with the longest dick and I was beginning to feel overwhelmed. The tingling that I normally started to feel at the base of my dick, started in my belly this time and diffused through my hips, then my balls and finally into my dick. Soon, it started down my legs and up into my chest it and crested with a roaring in my head until the orgasm that burst forth from the end of my dick felt like it was coming from my soul. I screamed and I felt Elle's body respond to my release with her own orgasm, her pussy clamping down almost painfully on my dick. I realized that I had tensed to the point that the only part of me that was on the bed was the bottoms of my feet and the top of my head. I relaxed and dropped to the bed. Elle slipped off of me, turned around and snuggled up next to me. "That was awesome, Elle," I said as I kissed the top of her head. I could feel her grin on my chest, "I thought so." We lay there cuddling and pretty soon I felt her stomach rumble. "Hungry, are we?" I chuckled. "Yes, I am." She said and smacked me on the stomach. "I'll bet you are, too." "Well, yeah." I said. "Dick." She said as she climbed out of bed. "Where're ya goin'?" I asked, lying on the bed. "I was gonna fix us breakfast," she said, "But now I'm not so sure about the us part." "Awwww, don't be like that." I said, grinning, watching that fine ass walking out of the bedroom. She spun around, catching me. "Just what are you lookin' at?" I grinned again, "The finest ass I have ever seen." She hesitated, not sure if I was just fucking with her. After studying my face she said, "You're serious aren't you?" I smiled, "Yes I am. You have the nicest ass I have ever seen." "OK, you've redeemed yourself." She smiled, before crawling back on the bed and kissing me. "I'm gonna go make breakfast now." I grabbed her arm before she could get up. "One more kiss, OK?" She leaned back in, laying her body across mine softly kissing me. It had been long enough that my dick twitched against her stomach and she pulled away from the kiss, eyeing me. "Hey," I said, "I can't help it that you do that to me." "Uh-huh," She said and then kissed me again. "You just keep twitching..." She jumped up, "I'm gonna make breakfast, now." She went into the bathroom and closed the door. I went in and showered and when I came out, I could smell the cinnamon from the French toast and the tantalizing aroma of bacon. I went out into the kitchen and Elle was still naked, except for the apron. Her hair was damp, so she had taken the world's fastest shower. Walking up behind her, I kissed her neck and wrapped my arms around her waist, slipping under the apron. "Wow, everything looks and smells great." I said, kissing her neck again. "Especially you." "Thank you," She said, sliding around in my arms, after she made me withdraw from the apron. She kissed me and then said, "Sit down and have a cup of coffee, I'll be right back." She was back in a couple of minutes, catching me with bacon in my mouth. "Hey," she exclaimed, "I said wait!" "Mmmmpphhh," I mumbled; my mouth full. I swallowed, and said, "It was only one piece." "Uh-huh." She said, "Watch it." "OK." We sat down and started to eat. The French toast was amazing and I told Elle as much. "This is the best French toast I've ever had." Then I realized what I had said. "Don't tell my mom, OK?" She started laughing. "Afraid of Mommy, are we?" I didn't smile, "You bet your ass I am." She laughed even harder. "Chickenshit." "You will not get any argument from me." I said. "She's scary when she's pissed." "Your mom? Please," she giggled. "OK," I said, "I hope you never have to see it. But, in the meantime, promise me that you'll never tell her that I said that about the French toast, because, I don't want to see it." She laughed, "OK, OK, OK." "Anyway, that French toast is awesome." I said, "Are you planning to serve breakfast in the restaurant?" "Actually, Ralph already has a Sunday brunch that I'd like to modify and continue." She smiled. "I don't want to do it every day, but I think if we tie it to the early NFL games on Sunday, we might get a bump from some families coming with dad to see the game." I smiled at her, "That's a really good idea." She smiled back, "Thanks." We finished up with breakfast and wet outside for a couple of hours. Elle started to get tired, well actually, we both did and decided to call it a day. Elle helped me get everything cleaned up and put away and packed into the truck and we were ready to go by three. On the way home, Elle sat snuggled up under my arm and held my hand tightly. "Do you want me to stay?" I asked as we pulled Elle's stuff out of the truck. "No," I think I'm beat and I want to crash," she said. We carried her stuff into her apartment. I smiled, "OK, how about I pick you up tomorrow at lunch and we go to the jewelry store. That way we can get it adjusted as soon as possible." She kissed me, "OK. When are we going to tell Katie?" "She's gonna want to see the ring." I said, "So why don't we wait until after we get it back to tell her. I'll call Mom and ask her not to say anything until we can. OK?" She kissed me again, "OK, I love you and I'll see you tomorrow." "I love you, too." I said before hearing the dead bolt and going back out to my truck. I called Mom on the way home and she agreed to hold off talking to Katie. I dragged my shit up to my apartment and dumped it and crashed on my bed. The next thing I knew, my alarm was going off and I realized that it was Monday morning. I went to the office and worked on the computer all morning and then picked up Elle for lunch. We went to the jewelry store and found out that if I paid a premium we could have the ring back Tuesday at lunchtime. I couldn't resist the look on Elle's face and paid the premium. On Tuesday, we picked up the ring and after we got in the Lincoln, I sent Katie a text asking her to dinner with us. We agreed on pizza and Elle suggested Osteria Marco. That was OK with Katie and we arranged to meet at seven o'clock. Now that it was set up Elle started to get nervous. "What if she really doesn't like me? You guys are so close and I'm afraid she'll think that I'm stealing you away from her." She looked as though she was close to tears. I drew her into my arms. "Elle, she already knows you a little, there is no doubt in my mind that she'll love you as much as I do." Elle sniffed, "Are you sure? What about..." She hesitated. I smiled, "What about Katie and I sleeping together?" Elle just nodded. "It's over," I said softly, "I told you that we agreed that we each need to find someone. She'll be happy for me...for us." Elle repeated, "Are you sure?" "I'm positive." I said, kissing her on the cheek. I released her and she held onto my hand. I drove her to Hayter's. She was going to show the girls her ring and give notice. She kissed me and hesitated before opening the door. "I'm nervous about this. What if Bobby gets pissed that I'm leaving? What if he fires me?" I chuckled, "Are you afraid your next boss won't let you have your job if you've been fired?" She sat and blinked and then giggled. "I guess. Thanks, Aidan, I love you." "I love you, too." I said, smiling, "I'll pick you up at your place at about six fifteen, OK?" She nodded and closed the door, walking confidently inside. I spent the rest of the workday on the phone, texting or emailing my guys. I was trying to get appointments set up for the next couple of weeks. Now that winter was fully upon us, my duties as "designated golfer" had to change. I had to figure out which of our clients were hockey fans, college basketball fans and/or pro basketball fans. While I didn't hide my Chicago loyalties, that didn't mean I couldn't take the clients to see their favorite teams. I scheduled a couple of games and asked my assistant to line up the best tickets that she could. At times like this Melissa was a life saver. She knew all of the places to go to get good seats. I was glad I had a decent expense account for these things because the tickets could get expensive. Melissa came in later and asked if I needed anything before she left. I looked at the clock for the first time in a while and it was nearly five thirty. "Mel," I said, "It's late, why are you still here?" "I had some things to do and you were still here." She said softly. "OK," I admonished her gently, "but I've told you that just because I'm here; it doesn't mean that you must be here. Besides, isn't Josh waiting for you?" She blushed, "We have a date later and I was kinda waiting downtown until he gets off work. He's working late." "OK," I said, "But I'm going to go pick up Elle now, we're going to tell Katie that we're engaged." Her eyes got big and she squealed, "You're engaged?!?! Congratulations!" She ran around my desk and hugged me and then pulled back blushing. "I'm sorry, that was inappropriate." I laughed, "No, it's OK and thank you. We've only told Elle's mom and my parents. We didn't want to tell anyone else until we told Katie. But, since we're gonna tell her in about an hour, I think it's OK to tell you." "Oh, Aidan," she gushed, "I'm so happy for you. Have you set a date?" I smiled, "No, this only happened on Saturday. Even though I've been thinking about it for a while, I'm not sure that the reality of it has settled in for either of us." She hugged me again and said, "Well congratulations, Elle is such a nice girl, I'm sure you guys will be happy. She looked at the clock and said. "Oops, now I'm late, I'll see you in the morning." "Thank you," I said, "See ya tomorrow." I drove to Elle's apartment and called her on the way. "How'd it go with Bobby?" "About as well as I expected," She said, sounding a little down. "He was pissed. His first instinct was to fire me and then he reconsidered, realizing he would be hurting himself and not me. I gave him two weeks and told him I'd be happy to train anybody before I leave. I even told him that if he needs help after I leave to call me and if my schedule allows it that I would help him." I chuckled, "That's very nice, but I think you're a little nuts for offering to come back and help. Hey, I just pulled up in front. I'll be at the door in a minute." "Don't bother," Elle said, "I'll be out." Then she hung up. The front door opened and my heart raced like it does every time I see her. She had on skin tight white jeans with a short, white silky, shiny camisole under a purple, long sleeved light denim shirt. She slid into the car and over to kiss me. "I know it's only been three or four hours, but it seems like longer," she said. "I missed you." I kissed her again, "I missed you, too." She slipped her hand into mine as I drove to the restaurant. "What did the girls think?" I asked. She giggled, "They were excited for me, but they wanted to know if you realized that you were going to marry your stalker." I laughed, "What did you tell them?" "I told them that I came clean and they didn't fully believe me." She answered. "They couldn't believe that you were so accepting of my stalking you." I just laughed, "Do I need to tell them?" She smiled, "Nahhh, let 'em think what they want to think." "OK." I said as I pulled up in front of the restaurant. We walked in and saw Katie seated at a booth and she waved us over. "Hey, stud." She said to me, smiling and then turned to Elle. "Hey Sis." Elle looked startled. "Wh-what do you mean, Sis?" Katie stood up and hugged her. "I think the space station can see the sparkle from that rock. Congratulations, Sis." Aidan and Katie Ch. 04 Elle blushed. "Thank you." "You're welcome." Katie said as she brushed her lips over mine, before hugging me. "You, too, Baby Bro, Congratulations." "Thank you, Katie." I murmured. We sat down and Katie sat across from us. "Well," she said, "Let me see it." Elle shyly put her left hand on the table and Katie took it in hers. She looked at it for a few moments and then looked at Elle, smiling, "It's beautiful and the only things that I've seen that sparkles more are your eyes when you look at my brother. I am so happy for you guys." Elle blushed, "Thank you Katie, I've been a little nervous about you and us." I couldn't believe that Elle was going to do this here and now. Though as I considered the situation, it was probably best to get it out in the open amongst the three of us as soon as possible. I kind of held my breath as Elle proceeded. I glanced at Katie and the big smile she wore was faltering. Katie asked, "What do you mean?" Katie had continued to hold Elle's hand, but then withdrew it. Elle's hand sought mine as she continued, "I know everything about you and Aidan. I want you to know that I understand and that I want us to be friends as well as family. I don't want what you guys had to be a dark cloud over us. I believe that you guys needed each other for that time and I'm happy that Aidan has someone who loves him as much as you do help him get through the break-up and divorce. I want you to know that I love Aidan with all of my heart and his happiness means everything to me. What you guys did is a big part of the reason he's as happy as he is and I think it's a big part of his ability to trust and love me as much as he does. I know what Jeannie did hurt him terribly and could have made him mistrustful of all women. You showed him that he can trust and love and that trust will be rewarded by faithfulness, love and trust being returned. Thank you for doing that for him." I was staring at Elle. I was stunned by the depth of thought and emotion that she had obviously put into what she was going to say to Katie. She had given me no indication whatsoever that she was thinking any of this. I looked at Katie and there were tears rolling down her cheeks. She looked back at me and said, "Move." I got out of the booth and Katie slid in next to Elle. She threw her arms around Elle and kissed her on the cheek and then continued to hug Elle tightly. "Thank you," she whispered, "thank you for understanding and thank you for loving my brother as much as you do. I think I love you, too and I'm jealous of Aidan." Then she giggled. She slid out of the booth and hugged me. She whispered, "Baby bro, you've got the best in Elle. Don't fuck this up or first I'll kill ya, then I'll take her from you." Elle heard her and blushed and I know I was red as a beet. "You don't have to worry, Katie, I love her and I won't mess it up." Katie sat back down on the other side. "You'd better not, because I mean it, I will take her from you. Now that that's settled, when's the wedding?" I looked at Elle and she answered, "We haven't discussed that at all. I have to get the restaurant launched and I want it to be running smoothly before I try to start planning a wedding. Aidan and I will have too much invested for me to be distracted." Katie looked at Elle, then me and then back at Elle. "Restaurant?" Elle turned to look at me, "You talk to Katie almost daily and you haven't mentioned this?" I was in deep shit and I knew it and my response reflected this knowledge, "I, uhhh, ummm, I..." Elle slugged me and turned to Katie shaking her head. "For everything he does well, keeping people informed is not high on the list. Aidan and I have entered into a legal partnership and we're buying a small restaurant downtown. I'm going to turn it into a Chicago-centric bar and grille. You know; Italian beef and sausage, Chicago-style pizza and hot dogs, the whole Chicago experience. This is my dream and Aidan was kind enough to help me out." Katie smiled, "Wow that sounds really good. Have you settled on a name?" Elle blushed and nodded. I had saved the logo as the wallpaper on my phone and I showed Katie. She grinned, "The Elle? That's really cool. I love the el train." Elle continued to blush, "Thank you." The waiter came over and asked if we were ready to order. Elle looked at me, "Could we get what we got last time?" Katie laughed, "Did he get you with the 'Trust me' line? You had prosciutto and arugula pizza didn't you?" Elle grinned and nodded. Katie looked at the waiter, "We'll start with the Burrata and then have a large prosciutto and arugula pizza, please." She looked at me, "Beer or wine?" I said, "Beer." She looked back at the waiter, "He and I will have Killian's and she'll have..." "A glass of the house Chianti please," Elle said. "Would you like the Burrata first?" The waiter asked and Katie said yes. He left and Katie said, "What now? Are you guys moving in together?" I looked at Elle and she said, "Actually, I'm kinda old fashioned, I'd like to wait until after we're married to live together. That way when we move in together, we'll find a place for us that's not his place or my place but our place." The waiter brought the drinks and promptly disappeared. I had a thought and smiled. Katie looked at me and smiled, "What are you thinking?" "You know, thinking about the conversation that we just had and the server drifting in and out, I wondered how much crazy shit servers and bartenders hear from their customers." I said and we both turned and looked at Elle. Elle grinned and said, "What?" as innocently as she possibly could. Katie laughed and said, "You know what, spill." "Well, OK, yeah, I have heard a lot of crazy shit in passing." She grinned. "I don't actively listen, but I've heard snippets of very wild conversations." I said, "OK, give us examples." She grinned, "The worst one was the guy that brought his wife in so that they'd be in public when he confessed that he'd been fucking her sister. I guess he assumed she wouldn't make a scene. He was sooo wrong. She threw her beer in his face, dumped her salad over his head and then punched him in the nose. She stormed out and took the car and left him there, dripping in beer, salad dressing and lettuce. It was hilarious." Katie and I were laughing and the server brought the Burrata. We started eating it and encouraged Elle to tell us some more. "There was a guy, Mike, who came in every Friday night." Elle said, smiling. "He was gorgeous. He would hit on every woman that came through the door, including me. There was something about him, though, that made every woman turn away from him. To this day I can't explain what it was that made me shy away from him. Anyway, this went on for months and he went home alone every night. Then one night a woman came in whom I had never seen before. She introduced herself as Andi. She was as gorgeous as him. He made a beeline to her. They sat and talked for hours. They drank and laughed and finally started kissing late in the evening. They left together. All of the staff, including me, was amazed. Mike didn't come in the next Friday or the next. In fact it was a couple of months before we saw either one of them again. Then one Friday night here they came together, as a couple, only they weren't Mike and Andi, they were Michelle and Andrew. Evidently, they were both cross dressers trying to experiment with a gay lifestyle and were both miserable failures at it. They weren't gay; they just enjoyed cross dressing and, in each other, found the perfect mate, someone who understood. Whenever they had approached someone when they were dressed as Mike and Andi, their vibe was off and it weirded people out. I know this story isn't as funny as the first one, but I thought it was sweet that they found each other." Katie smiled at Elle, "You're just a romantic at heart, aren't you?" Elle blushed, "Well, yeah." "Do you have any more funny ones?" I asked. Elle thought about it for a minute and then the pizza came. We drifted away from the stories while we ate and then Katie looked at her watch. "Hey guys," she said, "I'd love to sit and talk some more, but five o'clock comes awfully early. I gotta go." We stood and hugged and kissed and said goodbye. "Katie, next time we'll have you up to Aidan's apartment for dinner and a movie, OK? We spend most of our nights snuggled up together watching movies. We don't go out much." Katie hugged her again, "That sounds great." After Katie left we sat back down. "That was fun," Elle said. "Yeah, it was." I said, "But, I have a question." Elle smiled, "Yeeeesssss?" "How did you know that Katie would take it so well?" I asked. "I mean she hardly flinched when you brought it up." Elle shrugged, "I guess it's a girl thing. I mean, I wanted the truth from you before we started and I thought that she'd appreciate knowing how I felt about it. It's behind all of us and it will never be a nagging, back of the mind thing for any of us." I leaned in and kissed her. "Katie's right, you are special." "You're just now figuring that out?" She grinned. I sighed, beaten. "I already knew; it was just reinforced tonight." Elle smiled, "OK." The waiter came and asked if there would be anything else and I asked for the check. I paid and we drove to Elle's, holding hands the entire way. I asked if Elle wanted me to come up and she begged off, citing how emotionally draining tonight had been. I walked her to the door and we shared a kiss full of passion and promise. I thought she might be changing her mind when she slipped from my arms and through her door. "Goodnight, Aidan," she whispered. "I love you." "I love you, too." I replied, "Goodnight." I went home and watched TV for a little while before going to bed. I wasn't to go to sleep quickly because I was still stunned by the fact that Elle and Katie had talked about Katie and me. *********************** Over the next couple of weeks Elle and I didn't see each other. I had gotten extremely busy and it seemed as though Bobby was determined to get every ounce of energy from Elle before she left. She worked long shifts and her days off were in the middle of the week. We talked every night after she got home, but she was thoroughly drained and we didn't talk long. Finally, her two weeks were up and she spent the first couple of days as an unemployed/self-employed person sleeping. Her last day had been a Friday and I didn't see her or speak to her until Monday. My mobile phone rang and I saw that it was her. "Hey, Sleeping Beauty." She laughed, "If you could see me right now, it would not be 'Sleeping Beauty' it would be 'Haggard Old Witch with the Giant Bags Under her Eyes'." I laughed with her, "I'm smart enough to never say anything like that." She giggled, "Spoken as a man who grew up with a sister." "Yep," I agreed. "How do you feel?" "I'm still tired, but I feel better, though I'm sore from being in bed so long." She said. "Do you think we could go for a run tonight?" "Sure," I said, "I'd like that. What time should I be at your place?" "As soon as you can." She said in a smoky, sultry voice. "I've missed you." "Me too." I said, "I'll be there at about four, if that's OK." "The sooner the better, try to make it by three." She said, "I love you." "I love you, too." I said, "See you in a little bit. Bye." "Bye," was her soft response as I hung up. As I worked through the afternoon I kept looking outside. The weather was getting worse and worse. I did not relish going out and running in the wet snow. I finished up, went home, got changed and then drove to Elle's. The snow/sleet had started coming down harder and I really didn't want to go out and run. I knocked on Elle's door, prepared to tell her that I was a wimp. She opened the door and looked at me and started laughing. "You look like someone just shot your dog!" I took a deep breath and said, "I know you wanted to go out and run, but I'm really, really a fair weather runner. I don't wanna go in this shit." Elle was laughing so hard she doubled over. "You big baby!" I just glared at her, "Yeah, and?" I stood there for a few moments watching her gather herself. Finally she had caught her breath enough to speak. "Did you really think I wanted to go running in this crap?" She asked. "Uh-huh." I said warily. "I'm not a masochist," she said, "There's a small fitness room that's part of this complex." She explained. "There're three treadmills and a couple of weight machines and some other stuff. Usually, this early on weekday afternoons there are very few people, if any, in there. That's why I wanted you this early." I frowned, "I thought you missed me, that's why you wanted me early." "Aren't we full of ourselves today?" she snickered. I sighed, "Fine, let's go." When we got to the fitness room, there was a really stunning girl running on the center treadmill. I whined a little and Elle made a face at me. She walked over to the girl on the treadmill. "Hi," Elle said, "I'm Elle." "Hi Elle," the girl responded, "I'm Tina." She continued to run. "Could I ask a favor?" Elle asked. "Sure what is it?" Tina said. "My fiancée and I were hoping to run together and I was hoping you might consider moving to one of the end machines." Elle said as sweetly as possible. Tina stopped and jumped over one machine. "Will that work?" "Yes it will," Elle said, "Thank you; that was so sweet." Tina glanced at me and then smiled at Elle. "No problem." I watched the whole exchange with interest. Tina was just about the polar opposite of Elle. While Elle was tall, thin, Nordic in features and almost white blonde, Tina was short, curvy and dark, her skin was the color of mocha and her hair, tied back into a shiny, bouncy ponytail, was jet black. Her features had an Asian hint to them as though one of her grandparents or great grandparents had been Asian. Elle turned around and saw me watching Tina on the treadmill, my eyes following the bouncing, well...everything. Tina was seriously, seriously, hot. I mean she was gorgeous. Elle smacked me in the middle of the chest. "What?" I said as innocently as I could. She smirked, "I saw that." I reddened and whispered, "There's no harm in looking is there?" Elle turned and looked at Tina with a kind of wistfulness. "No, I guess not." "I saw that." Repeating what she had said. "What?" She said as innocently as I had. I grinned, "Missing something, are we?" She turned on me with a ferociousness that I hadn't seen from her before, "NO!" Which got Tina's attention. Then she softened and kissed me. "I have everything I need and want right here." Then she giggled, "Though we might keep it in the family with Katie." I just said "Uh-huh." I shrugged and climbed on the treadmill. I started running and a moment later Elle climbed on the one beside me. I was a little ragged at first and after a few minutes, I found my rhythm. I worked up to about a nine to ten minute pace and kept at it for a while. I didn't really pay attention to the time; I just paid attention to my body. After a while, I started to get winded, so I slowed my pace to a walk and then glanced over toward Elle and was surprised to find that she was no longer running, but walking at a very slow pace and talking with Tina. I had enough and stepped off the treadmill and Elle glanced over at me. I stood there for a moment watching her before suddenly realizing that she was drenched with sweat. Her tank top was completely soaked through and the top half of her shorts were also. Her skin was shiny with sweat and she looked spectacular. The whole picture of her was so incredibly sexy that my dick thickened and twitched in my shorts. "Hey babe," I said at a lull in their conversation, "I'm ready to go any time you are." She said goodbye to Tina and we walked hand-in-hand to her apartment. As soon as we closed the door I spun her into my arms and kissed her deeply, my tongue sliding slickly around her lips. She pulled back and looked at me, "What brought that on?" I kissed her again, reveling in the smooth, slippery feeling of our sweaty bodies sliding against one another. "I've missed you and quite frankly, you look hot, you're all sweaty and slick." She smacked me, "Of course I'm hot, you idiot, we've been running." I pulled her in for another kiss, before gliding down her sweaty neck. "Yeah I know that, I mean you look hawt!" She giggled and I felt the blushing heat of her skin, "Oh." I peeled the shoulder strap of the tank top down and nuzzled the soft, smooth skin at the top of her breast. "Ohhhh..." she repeated, this time, slowly, sensuously. "Ohhhh, keep doing that..." I did, but after a minute or so of exploring her breast, I kissed my way back up her neck and found her lips again. This time she was ready for me, mouth open and tongue warmly inviting me into her mouth. My hands slithered up her smooth back, under the tank top, drawing her body closer to mine. She whimpered as I pulled away from her and then smiled as she understood that I was pulling her shirt off, throwing it on the floor. Mine followed closely behind as she mimicked my maneuver. Instantly, we were back together, our hot, naked skin sliding slickly together. I turned us around and started walking backwards to Elle's bedroom. Elle pulled out of our kiss long enough to murmur, "Where are we going?" I answered, "To your bed, where I'm going to eat you all up." "Mmmm," she purred, "I like the sound of that..." and with that, she jumped up and wrapped her legs around my waist and let me carry her. I turned back around and walked forward into the bedroom, kissing her the entire way. Elle giggled as we bumped into one side of the hall and then, having overcorrected, the other. I only banged into one side of the door on the way through. Elle pulled away from our kiss, "Owww, watch it buster." But she giggled. "Sorry," I said sheepishly. Finally, my legs bumped into her bed. I didn't want to just drop her, but I couldn't think of a gentle, romantic way to get her on the bed. "Now what?" She giggled and let herself down. She sat on the bed and then scooted back. "Is this better?" I grinned, "Oh yeah," and climbed in and over her. I lowered myself and my sweaty bare chest met her sweaty bare chest again. I kissed her and started to slide down her chest. She grabbed me, "No, just fuck me; baby, fuck me hard, now! I'm so hot for you; I need you in me now!" I slid down, this time dragging her shorts and panties with me. I wriggled out of my shorts and lay back down on top of her. I propped myself up on my arms to watch her. We were lined up perfectly and I looked deeply in her eyes as I slammed roughly into her. Her eyes rolled back in her head and she hissed, "Yesssss. That's it...f-f-f-fuck me." Her hips thrust against me as I bottomed out. Her legs found their way around my back and I felt her ankles lock together before she started urging me on with her heels. This was different than anything we had experienced together. This was primal, needful fucking. Her hips were thrusting back at me as hard as mine were plunging into her. Our pelvises were slapping loudly together and Elle was grunting with every thrust. "More," she gasped, "faster...harder..." I tried to pick up speed, but I lost rhythm as I usually did, trying to speed up. I settled for slower, but harder. She seemed to like it as she moaned in appreciation. Elle reached up and pulled me down into a kiss. As we kissed, she relaxed and her legs dropped to the bed. Elle sucked my tongue into her mouth and bit gently down on it. Aidan and Katie Ch. 04 She withdrew from the kiss, looking into my eyes, "I'm close, I'm so close, come with me, Aidan, come with meeeee..." She faded out with a soft little screech. Her feet had found their way back to my back and she was once again urging me on. The whole effect of our combined sweaty bodies sliding together, Elle's heels spurring me on, and her own orgasm brought the tingling to my belly and balls and soon I joined her in an intense release. My own orgasm was so intense that I soon lost rhythm again and I was spastically thrusting against her. Her legs fell away again and she started giggling. I stopped, leaving myself buried deep inside of her. "What?" She started shaking herself spastically and giggled, "Make love much?" I looked at her a second before grinning, "Bitch!" She giggled again, "I beg your pardon?" "Faster?" I said, raising an eyebrow. She grinned back, "OK, maybe that was too much to ask." I shook my head, "Uh-huh." I leaned down and kissed her, softly, gently before sucking her lower lip between my lips. She wrapped her arms around my neck, pulling me out of the kiss into a snuggle on her neck. I rolled to the side and tried to draw her to me and she resisted. She rolled over and backed into me, effectively spooning us together. She pulled my right arm under her neck and entwined our fingers. I draped my left arm over her hip and lightly stroked her lower abdomen, between her navel and mound. The soft, smooth skin was tantalizing me and my dick started to take notice and revive. Our position made my growing tumescence very obvious to Elle. She squirmed around until the head of my cock popped between her legs. She then lay still, merely enjoying the close contact until, as my cock continued to grow, it touched her wet pussy. She moved again, tipping her hips to accept the head between her lips. She only allowed the head to enter, adjusting herself to stop with that nugget of me caught between her lips. Satisfied with her position, she started massaging the sensitive glans with her lips while simultaneously rotating her hips. The undulation, coupled with the uneven pressure from her non-rhythmic squeezing created a feeling such as I had never experienced before. My instinct was to drive myself deeply into her, but I restrained myself because the sensation was so new and unique. After a couple of minutes, she added a deep tipping to her motion, driving herself down on my dick, much like my instincts were telling me to do. The motion plus the heat radiating from her pussy, was driving me mad with lust, but I wanted to experience this new sensation as she gave it to me. Finally, she withdrew her hand from mine and rolled onto her belly. "Fuck me Aidan, fuck me slow, fuck me deep...love me Aidan." She gasped. I rolled over onto her, pulling her hips up off of the bed. I slid slowly into her, and reached around to find her clit. But, she was already there, slowly rubbing it, her fingers wet and active. I slipped my fingers between hers and allowed her to guide us around her lips and clit. I was learning from Elle what she liked and would use it on her later. I slowly fed my love into her, time and time again as she slithered her fingers around her increasingly wet pussy. I could feel myself approaching the edge again and I told her. "Elle," I gasped, "baby, I'm gonna come again. Come with me baby, come with me." I no longer could hold back and released my seed into her, the rush from the orgasm almost overwhelming. I felt her pussy spasm a moment after I started and we shared our love at the deepest level. I was out of breath and out of come and rolled off of her. Elle immediately turned over and scooted into my arms. "Oh, Aidan, that felt so, sooo, good." I smiled, stroking her hair, "You did most of the work that time." She smacked my chest, "No, we did." "Ah," I said, "OK." We lay there holding one another and gently exploring the other's skin for a little while. Elle would occasionally kiss my chest, and I would kiss her head, I was drifting off to sleep when Elle kissed my chest one last time and scooted off of the bed. "I'm taking a shower," she said walking away. As she got to the door, she said over her shoulder, "You coming?" I was out of bed in a flash and in the shower with her. I was mildly disappointed by the fact that she just wanted to shower, but I did enjoy washing all of her, even though I had my hands playfully slapped a couple of times. After the shower we ordered a pizza and snuggled on the couch watching a movie. Later, I looked at the clock and it was after eleven. "Baby, I'd love to stay here on the couch with you, but I need to be at work early tomorrow. I've gotta go." "Noooo," she protested. "Stay with meeee. Don't wanna sleep alone." Her pout was adorable. "I'm sorry baby," I said, "I've got no clothes here. I gotta go home." She clung to me tightly. "Stay here and get up early." I knew I had lost. "OK, but if that's what I'm doing, we're going to bed now, cause I gotta get up in less than six hours." "'K," she said and held up her arms. I shook my head, turned off the TV and the lights and then carried her to bed. We climbed into bed, naked and I spooned behind her. Despite the fact that I had a beautiful, naked woman in my arms, whom I loved dearly, I think I was out in about five minutes. I got up in the morning and got dressed. Elle hardly moved. She just mumbled when I kissed her goodbye. ************************** My week was busy, but uneventful. Elle had started working with Ralph at the restaurant and stayed late every night. We talked every night after she got home, exhausted. Wednesday night when she called she asked me for a favor. She asked me to sit in on chef interviews on Friday morning. I told her that I could make it for the morning, but that I had a meeting with my boss for lunch and most of the afternoon. She said that worked for her, but she wanted to spend time together Friday night. Ralph had done all of the cooking for the restaurant so Elle needed to hire a chef. She didn't want to spend her time cooking; she wanted to be on the floor, so she put out feelers and had a number of résumés on her desk. She had read them over several times and eliminated all but four. Three of them were experienced in the type of restaurant that she wanted to have. The final one was a recent culinary school graduate. She asked me to help her out by being present for the interviews. She would handle the expertise part of learning about the prospective chef; she just wanted my opinion on how she and the chef meshed. She hoped that I would notice possible areas of friction in their personalities. Elle scheduled the interviews by order of experience, the recent graduate first and the most experienced last. Of the four, three were men and one was a woman. As a man, I naturally assumed that Elle would be most drawn to the woman. That mistaken assumption taught me that I needed to know more about Elle, the businesswoman. As she went through the interviews she connected with each of the first three prospects in a different way. The recent graduate, Kenny, was nervous and Elle confessed that she was, too. She emphasized that they would be learning together. Kenny had some ideas of what dishes he wanted to prepare and how he wanted to prepare them, but was very attentive to Elle's ideas. They seemed to click and understand where the other was coming from. It was one of the better, most comprehensive, interviews I had ever witnessed. Elle had him prepare one of his favorites and both of us were very impressed. After Kenny left, Elle asked me to tell her how I thought it had gone. "I like him. You guys got along really well and your interaction seemed natural and easy. He seems like he would be amenable to doing the menu as you want it. That dish he prepared was very creative and very, very good. If you hire him, you should consider letting him have his own way with some of the menu. I know you have a vision, but I think his creativity could enhance your theme and not detract from it." Elle smiled, "That's pretty much the same thoughts that I had. Let's see what the next chef has to offer." The second candidate was the woman. The interview took a very bad turn when she learned that Elle had been a bartender. Evidently, this woman believed that she would be working beneath her station to work for a mere bartender. That interview only lasted about ten minutes. After she left, Elle looked at me and said, "Don't bother telling me anything. I would have killed her and fed her to the customers in less than a shift." I just laughed. The third guy, Evan, was pretty good. He was funny, personable and just as creative as Kenny. His ideas of what he wanted to do were more firm than Kenny's, but I assumed that was a byproduct of his experience. His interview went almost as well as Kenny's and lasted a bit longer. The one thing that I didn't like was his obvious flirting with Elle. He touched her at every opportunity and generally acted as though they were on a date. After he left, Elle asked me my opinion again. "I liked him, too. He's creative and funny, he would be a fun guy to have around. I think he might be difficult to convince to do the menu completely your way. Though, I think you guys could work together and work that out." I stopped there, the 'but' firmly at the tip of my tongue, even though I wanted to say more. I didn't want to come off as the jealous fiancé. Elle sensed that I had more to say, "Come on Aidan, spit it out." I hesitated and she slugged me on the arm. "Come on, now!" I sighed, "OK. I may be reacting as a jealous fiancé, but I didn't like the touching and flirting. I think that could be a long term problem." She grinned, "Afraid of a little competition?" "That's not it at all." I said. I really didn't want this part of the conversation. "Well, maybe it is. I know me. It would drive me crazy knowing he's down here with you, flirting, touching and what have you. It's just jealousy and it's my problem, not yours." Elle wrapped her arms around me, "You big softy. I'm very flattered that you could be, would be so jealous. Thank you for your honesty." She kissed me and leaned back. I was looking at the floor, ashamed. "Look at me Aidan." I looked up. "I felt the same way. I know that sooner or later it would get ugly with Evan. I would have had to slap him or fire him. I've worked around guys like him before, they've never heard or understood the word no. As soon as he started flirting, I knew we were not going to hire him, but I wanted to pick his brain." I smiled at her. "Oh, that sounds like it was a good idea. Did you learn anything?" She grinned, "Yes I did. I'm gonna implement a couple of his ideas." I grinned back, "Cool." The last guy was interesting to say the least. He looked at me and wanted to know who I was. Elle told him that I was her partner and he wanted to know if I was a chef. Elle told him no and he didn't react well. He looked at me and said with a sneer, "Out with you! Antoine does not perform like a monkey, with an audience. Be gone!" I glanced at Elle and she rolled her eyes and that was all I needed. I walked over and picked up the background report that Elle had run on each candidate. "Well, Burt," I said, "that is your real name, isn't it? It's not Antoine Montagne' from Lyonne, France, but Burt Crowder from Ft. Smith Arkansas." His Arkansas accent resurfaced in a heartbeat as he snarled, "So what, Antoine Montagne' from Lyonne, France is a character I play, it has nuthin' to do with mah ability." I laughed, "A character you play? Bullshit! You're just trying a scam and it didn't work. You could have said, 'Look, I'm Burt Crowder and it helps me get work and impress people to be Antoine Montagne' and we probably would have worked around it. But you're trying to con us, and that's not gonna happen. The problem for me is that though your résumé is flawless and we wanted to hear from a chef that had been trained in Paris, your attitude overwhelmed any desire we might have had to talk to you. We might have overlooked your, let's say, idiosyncrasies for your talent, but then you had to be a jackass, and I don't have time to tolerate a jackass. So, if you'll excuse us, we're done here." He stood and stared for a moment, then his shoulders slumped and he turned and walked out. I looked at Elle, "I'm sorry if I stepped on your toes, but he pissed me off." Elle was laughing, "Really? He pissed you off? I couldn't tell. You called him a jackass...twice! That was awesome!" I grinned, "That bad, huh?" She just nodded. "OK, now what?" I asked. "How do you want to proceed from here?" "I want to bring Kenny back in." She said with a slow smile. "I really liked him and I think he'll be very successful. The downside is that I don't know how long we'll be able to keep him. He's so talented that he's liable to be snapped up by one of the fancy restaurants." I shrugged, "If he is, then we go back to the culinary school and get the next Kenny. In watching and listening to the four of them, I just think that's gonna be part of the process, chefs seem to move around. I don't know anything about this business, but I know people and managing them is going to be your toughest challenge." I looked at my watch. "I gotta go, baby, I'll see you tonight, OK?" She hugged and kissed me, "OK, see ya later. I'll just come to your place." "OK," I said as I walked out of the door. The meeting lasted way too long for me that afternoon. I called Elle and told her that I was going to have to go to dinner and work some more with Bob. I wasn't sure when I'd be home. She was unhappy, but she understood. I told her that I'd call her the next day. She had Kenny back in the next day and hired him. She and Ralph and Kenny started working together to make the transition. Her days started getting longer and longer and we were only able to talk on the phone for the next couple of weeks. It seemed as though we were seeing a pattern emerge to our lives. There had already been a couple of stretches where we weren't able to see each other much. I mentioned this one late night when we talked and she said that it wouldn't always be like this. Ralph had told her that Kenny was ready and they were going to switch over to the new name and theme in two weeks. Elle mentioned that she wanted to get together with Katie before the opening and wanted to have her to dinner and a movie at my place. I told Elle that I'd ask Katie over on Friday night. Friday afternoon Elle called and asked what Katie liked on her pizza. Elle was going to have Kenny make the first pizza from The Elle for us. She asked that I have Katie there at seven so that the pizza would be hot when Elle got there. I called Katie and asked her to be there at about seven. She asked what she could bring and I told her to bring a good beer for pizza. I got home about five thirty and picked up anything that I had left lying around. It wasn't bad, but I really didn't want Katie seeing my place in any kind of a mess. I changed the sheets on the bed, in case Elle was going to spend the night. I took a shower about six thirty and heard Katie knocking at about ten till seven. She came in carrying two six packs of Royal Pilsner, a good microbrew. She put the beer on the breakfast bar and turned, hugged me and kissed me on the cheek. "Where is Elle?" She asked, looking around. "More importantly, where is the pizza?" I laughed, "It should be here any minute. Nice to see you too, Sissie." She just smiled and shrugged off her jacket. "You've been good. You're keeping it clean, or have you been home since noon, cleaning?" I made a face at her and she just laughed. "I got home about five thirty, and spent all of fifteen minutes picking up. I am not a slob." She laughed and grabbed the beer and put it in the fridge. "Uh-huh." About then Elle came through the door with the pizza. She set it on the breakfast bar. Katie saw the logo and her eyes got big. "Did you get it open?" "No, we're the pizza guinea pigs tonight." Elle laughed as she hugged Katie. "We are the first to eat an 'Elle's Chicago Style Deep Dish Pizza'." Elle said. "Let's eat it while it's hot." I put some plates and three beers on the table and we each got a piece and sat down. Elle watched closely as Katie and I took our first bites. Katie's eyes got big as she chewed and she started grinning. "This is great! It's just like being at Uno or Gino's East in downtown Chicago." Elle looked at me. She had to wait a moment because my mouth was full. I grinned and mumbled with a full mouth, "What she said!" Elle grinned, relieved. It was only then that she took a bite. She chewed slowly, savoring the soft but crunchy crust and the savory sauce. The crust was nearly melt in your mouth and the combination of sauce, cheese, sausage and vegetables was very nearly perfect. The smile on Elle's face grew as she chewed. After she swallowed, Elle said, "Wow! That is as good as I've had. Kenny did a great job." Katie and I agreed. We each had a couple more pieces and a couple of beers. Elle suggested that we go out and watch a movie. She handed me a DVD and I put it in the player. Katie went over and sat on the couch and Elle sat next to her. I looked at Elle, raised an eyebrow and Elle just grinned sexily. I figured I knew what was coming, went over, sat in the recliner and started the movie. Katie asked, "What are we watching?" Before she answered, Elle said, "Hey, Aidan, could you turn off the lights?" I shrugged and got up, turning off lights as I walked around the room. When I got to the kitchen, I asked, "This one, too?" Elle said, "Yes, please." I did and the only light in the apartment was coming from the flat screen. Elle finally answered Katie's question, "It's Chloe, starring Julianne Moore, Amanda Seyfried and Liam Neeson. Have you seen it?" Katie said, "No, but I've heard some people think it's really good and others think it's stupid." Elle smiled in the dark, "It can be both, but I like it because of that. I also like it because of Julianne Moore. I think she's a great actress and I think she's beautiful." She giggled, "I like movies with great scenery." I saw Katie turn her head and stare at Elle. For her part, Elle seemed to ignore the stare and looked at the screen expectantly. Katie finally turned to watch as the opening of the movie rolled. The film itself is beautifully filmed and seems to ooze sexuality. Elle started a soft, smooth running commentary about the two sexy female stars of the movie. She zeroed in on the way that Chloe drew Catherine into the intrigue of her liaisons with David, Catherine's husband. As Catherine's desires were drawn to Chloe and her ethereal sexuality, Elle moved closer to Katie and started stroking her bare arm with light, smooth strokes. I saw Katie shudder and sigh as Elle drew even closer and then as Chloe sat in the hotel room and described David's inability to get hard, Elle kissed Katie on the cheek. The movie lost all interest for me at this point. I watched as my fiancée performed a slow seduction of my sister. Katie shuddered again as Elle kissed her as Catherine showed signs of being turned on by Chloe's story. Elle backed off a little as Catherine got upset, paid Chloe and left the hotel room. She watched, gently stroking Katie as Catherine and Chloe spoke upon leaving the room. Katie's breathing got deeper as Chloe approached Catherine and kissed her in the elevator lobby and then held her breath as Catherine ran away. Her breathing slowly returned as Catherine went to her son's recital and then ran to Chloe as David turns away from her to speak to the girl whom Catherine assumes is his mistress. She sighed as Catherine starts to undress Chloe and then held her breath again as Chloe makes love to Catherine. Elle climbed over Katie, straddled her lap and kissed her as she held Katie's face tenderly in her hands. The movie was completely lost to the three of us at this point. I was mesmerized by the sight of the two women I loved most in the world kissing softly. Katie's hands were still at her side and she was sitting stiffly, simply allowing Elle to kiss her. Aidan and Katie Ch. 04 Elle slowly parted from Katie's lips and looked into Katie's eyes. "What's the matter Katie?" Elle spoke so softly that I could barely hear her. Katie turned her head and looked at me. "This isn't right. You're marrying my brother." "Katie," I said quietly, "It's OK. Elle wants you. I'm here, it's not cheating. I'm OK with it as long as you're OK with it." She looked deeply in Elle's eyes. "Does he get to play, too?" Elle leaned in to kiss Katie. She left her lips on Katie's when she said, "If you want him to play, he'll play." She giggled, "If you just want to torture him, we can do that instead." Katie looked back at me, "I'd like to torture him, but then I couldn't fuck him, could I?" "Well," Elle said, "fucking him kinda negates the torture, doesn't it?" Katie leaned back in and kissed Elle, murmuring, "Mmm-hmm." This time Katie didn't sit stiffly, hands at her sides. She brought her hands up to Elle's face, softly holding her close. Katie's fingers slipped down and caressed Elle's neck and Elle moaned. I knew that Elle loved the attention to her neck and watched in appreciation as they softly kissed and touched each other. Katie seemed a little impatient as she nudged Elle's head to the side and kissed further down her neck, nipping at the skin on her collarbone. Katie leaned back and unbuttoned Elle's shirt, pushing it off of Elle's shoulders. I felt a little pang of jealousy as Katie had gotten further in ten minutes than I had in months of patience. Elle must have sensed my feelings as she turned to look at me, "I'm sorry Aidan. I fought my feeling with you, but I hoped you'd be OK with this." She gasped sharply as Katie grazed an erect nipple with her teeth. The pleading in her eyes convinced me that she needed this and everything would be OK. "You are, aren't you?" I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, then nodded. "It's OK, baby, I love you and Katie." Elle smiled at me and closed her eyes as Katie continued to lick and suckle on her nipples. Katie switched back and forth and Elle was squirming all over Katie's lap. Suddenly, Katie scooted back off of Katie's lap, grasping Katie's hands and pulling her to her feet. Elle wrapped Katie up in her arms and drew her close. "Let's go get more comfortable." Elle whispered before kissing Katie, turning and holding Katie's hand, walking down the hall to my bedroom. Katie trailed behind, looking over her shoulder at me. "Are you coming?" I smiled, "So, am I gonna get to play?" She giggled and glanced at Elle, "That remains to be seen, don't you want to watch?" I got up and followed, "Uh-huh." Elle flipped on a low light before stopping at the end of the bed and turning to kiss Katie. Somewhere between the living room and here she had discarded her shirt and loosened her pants. When she turned, her pants fell to the floor and she kicked them aside. Standing in just her tiny panties, she wrapped her arms around Katie and kissed her deeply. She mimicked Katie's earlier actions and started kissing down Katie's neck. But Elle's hands had already started on Katie's clothes. By the time Elle was at Katie's collarbone, Katie's sweater was on the floor. By the time she got to Katie's breasts, Katie's bra was on the floor and by the time she got to Katie's waist, Katie's pants were pooled at her feet. As Elle helped Katie out of the pants and her shoes, Katie's panties had joined the rest of her clothing on the floor. Katie was magnificently naked and I was reminded of just how gorgeous was Katie's body. Standing together, in profile to me, Katie's and Elle's bodies were a study in contrasts. Elle's tall, slender athletic body juxtaposed against Katie's shorter, fuller, curvier body made my mouth water and my dick twitch. Elle turned her head and looked at me. "If we're naked, you've gotta be naked, too. Strip, Mister!" As I rapidly pulled my clothes off, Katie knelt in front of Elle and pulled her panties to the floor. They turned to look at me and I was as naked as they were and I sat on a chair at a corner of the bed, an eager spectator. They both smiled. Elle turned back to Katie and they melted together in another kiss. Elle sank down and sat on the bed and Katie followed, their lips never parting. Elle slowly scooted back on the bed and Katie followed, crawling onto the bed and then all the way to the top. Elle stopped at the head of the bed and wrapped her arms around Katie, enveloping her in a loving embrace. Katie sank to lie on Elle and Elle slowly rolled over until she was lying on Katie. I saw Katie's eyes open and recognized the smile and the desire in them. Her eyes were smoldering as she contemplated Elle. Elle withdrew from the kiss and pressed her forehead against Katie's. "How are you doing?" She whispered so softly that I barely heard her. "Are you OK with this?" Katie breathed in less than a whisper, "Oh, yeah, I'm doin' great." "Good," Elle whispered back, "I'm gonna make you even better." Elle leaned in and kissed Katie softly before sliding down to cup Katie's breasts. Katie's eyes never left Elle's as Elle gently caressed Katie's body. Elle bent to Katie's breast and took a nipple tenderly between her lips and teased it to fullest excitement. She repeated the teasing on the other nipple. Elle went back and forth several times until Katie had started gasping. Elle looked up at Katie and smiled at Katie's growing excitement. Katie was squirming and trying to make contact with Elle and Elle was being very adept at not allowing any contact. Katie started moaning in frustration and Elle slid down from Katie's breasts to her belly and then stopped in front of Katie's pussy. Katie settled back to the bed, probably assuming that she would get some relief from Elle. She was wrong. Elle kissed the inside of Katie's left thigh, slowly licking and kissing down to Katie's feet. Elle took Katie's foot in her hands, massaging it gently before kissing each toe. She repeated the process on the other side before moving up the inside of Katie's right leg, stopping short of making contact with Katie's weeping pussy. Katie was so wet that I could see the glistening even in the low light. Elle was lying on her belly, merely breathing on Katie, watching Katie's pussy pulse in desire. She simply did not make contact and the moaning from Katie became more distinct. "Elllllle," Katie moaned, "Pleeeeeeze..." Elle leaned forward and kissed on top of Katie's mound, above her slit, not making contact with anything important. Katie moaned again and shifted her hips. Elle moved quickly away. "No, no, no, Katie," Elle whispered, "Patience." Katie just groaned. Elle moved back and kissed in the same spot above Katie's pussy. Katie moaned in frustration. Elle finally took pity on Katie and nuzzled into Katie's pussy. "Ohhhh," Katie sighed. Elle gently licked the very edges of Katie's pussy and I could see her body pulse in response. Elle backed off after just a couple of licks and watched Katie squirm. "Please Elle," Katie whispered. "Please what, Katie?" Elle asked. "Please touch me, Elle, please..." Katie breathed. Elle smiled and leaned in again, teasing Katie with the tip of her tongue. Katie's hips were thrusting off of the bed and Elle was avoiding them. Elle pulled back and whispered, "Katie, relax, I'm gonna make you feel really good, I promise." Katie's hips sank to the bed and Elle started kissing the inside of Katie's leg. Every time Elle's lips or tongue touched Katie, her entire body reacted. She'd flinch or her hips would rock, but I could tell she was trying to restrain herself; she obviously didn't want to risk Elle withdrawing again. Elle realized this and increased her efforts on Katie's pussy. She was licking and kissing and sucking and Katie starting moaning and her hips started rocking with a deeper urgency. Elle moved back just a little and started flicking Katie's labia with just the tip of her tongue. Katie was clenching her fists in the sheet as Elle slowly teased the fluttering lips of Katie's labia. Elle's tongue flickered and danced as Katie squirmed. Katie's eyes were tightly closed when she felt something new, different. Her eyes went wide and found me after she looked down at Elle and couldn't clearly see what Elle was doing to her. Her hips flexed and jumped with the new sensation. Elle whispered, "You can't figure out what that is, can you? You don't know what your brother's fiancée is doing to you, can you? But, you kinda like it don't you?" Elle leaned down and licked Katie's clit with a quick flick of the tip of her tongue. The wet softness of Elle's tongue after the hardness of the other object made Katie gasp and flinch again. I could tell that the alternating sensations were causing Katie to heat up even more. Then Elle spoke softly again, "You're dying to know, aren't you?" Elle scraped the object across Katie's clit again, causing Katie to shiver. "I'll tell you, but you gotta ask." Elle flattened her tongue and laved it deeply from bottom to top of Katie's pussy. Katie shivered again as Elle replaced her tongue with the object. Elle remained quiet, alternating softness and hardness. Soon, Katie couldn't take any more, "Jesus Elle! Tell me what it is for chrissake!" Elle wound it around Katie's clit and said, "It's my engagement ring, Katie." Elle had slipped the ring on her forefinger and then plunged it into Katie's roiling pussy. "The symbol of your brother's love for me is in your pussy, Katie. What do think of that? Your brother's fiancée is licking your clit and finger fucking you with her ring! Do you like that? Huh, Katie? Do you? I think you do." Katie was so wet that Elle's finger was audibly slurping in and out of her pussy. Katie's hips rose off of the bed and her entire body went rigid as an incredibly intense orgasm washed over her. "Aaaaaaahhhhhh, Elllllle!" Katie moaned, "Don't sssssstoppppp!!!!" Elle slipped another finger in and her hand was a blur as Katie's orgasm refused to abate. Finally, after what seemed like hours, Katie relaxed and her body slammed to the bed. Weakly, she tried to push Elle away. Elle was having none of it, though she did remove her hand. She also went from harshly licking and sucking Katie's clit and pussy, to gently licking and kissing it. Katie found the strength to start softly stroking Elle's shining blonde hair. "Elle," Katie rasped. "Mmm-hmm?" Elle mumbled through the licking. "Please come up and kiss me." Katie said tenderly. Elle went, but didn't go quickly. As she slowly moved up Katie's body, she covered the skin with hundreds of tiny licks and kisses. The attention was obviously returning Katie to an aroused state because she was writhing all over the bed, making it harder and harder for Elle to concentrate and maintain contact with Katie's thrashing body. Elle made a cursory pass over Katie's boobs but continued quickly to Katie's lips. Katie issued a satisfied little moan as Elle's lips settled on hers. They kissed tenderly for a few moments and then Elle started shifting her body around on Katie's. Katie started moving to sustain the almost full body contact but Elle withdrew from the kiss and whispered something that I couldn't hear. Katie settled down and spread her legs opening up her glistening pussy to my sight and delight. The delectable sight was quickly covered by Elle as she maneuvered into a scissor position. Katie squealed as the two pink pussies melded together. Elle slowly sat up and started rocking her hips, sliding her pussy over Katie's wet slot. I could hear the squishing and squelching of the increasingly wet flesh sliding together. "Ohhh, Elle," Katie sighed. "That feels soooo gooood..." "Katie," Elle whispered, "are you close again? Cause this isn't gonna take very long. Your pussy feels so hot and wet and good against mine, I'm, I'm, ohhhh, Katieeeee..." The hot show had my dick throbbing and though I had been touching myself intermittently throughout, I had stopped. My dick was pulsing and throbbing on it's own, dripping hot pre-come on my feet. I was afraid to touch it; I figured there was a good chance of covering the girls from where I sat. Elle started shuddering and it seemed as though her orgasm set off Katie, because Katie started shuddering along with her. Their combined orgasm seemed to feed each other as they squirmed and rocked together for the longest time before Elle collapsed into Katie's waiting arms. Elle was draped over Katie, unmoving and breathing deeply. Katie started stroking Elle's shimmering blonde hair and kissing the top of her head. Elle looked up at Katie and giggled, "Wow." Katie giggled the same, "Wow." Elle moved around to lie flat on Katie and they kissed, softly, tenderly. Elle pulled her head up turned and looked at me and said, "I can see why you liked fucking her, she's very responsive." I didn't say anything, I just smiled and nodded. They lay together cuddling and touching. My dick had calmed down and didn't feel like it was going to spurt any second. Slowly, Katie's kisses and touches became more urgent and Elle was sighing and cooing at the increased attention. Katie rolled over, pulling Elle with her until Katie was on top. Elle giggled, "Oooh, taking control?" Katie just murmured through another kiss, "Mmm-hmm." Katie slid down away from Elle's face until she got to Elle's tiny boobs. She glanced back at me and the up at Elle, "I'll bet Aidan really likes these little boobs with the pointy nipples, doen't he?" Elle mimicked Katie, "Mmm-hmm" as Katie took one of Elle's pointy nipples in her teeth, biting gently. Katie glanced back at me, grinning. "You know what firm little boobs and pointy, hard nipples are good for, don't you?" I grinned, slowly, "A lot of things, but I don't know what you think they're good for." Katie leaned back down and sucked the nipple into her mouth again, this time covering it in saliva. She raised her head and Elle moaned at the loss of Katie's lips and looking back at me, she sat up. She scooted from between Elle's legs and slithered up Elle's body, settling her weeping pussy on Elle's taut, glistening nipple. Katie was still looking at me as she started rocking on Elle's point, hard nipple. "I think they're best for fucking my hot little pussy, don't you?" Having never seen Katie with a woman before, I had never seen her like this. She had always been hot in my eyes, but now, she was smoking hot. The control she was beginning to exert on Elle was exciting to watch. As she rocked on Elle's little boob, she reached back and started teasing Elle's pussy with light little flicks of her fingers. I didn't know where to look, at Elle's face with its expressions ranging from delight to torture, to Katie's hips slowly oscillating on Elle's boob or Katie's fingers, stimulating Elle's pussy. My eyes flicked from place to place, my attention drawn by different patterns, jerks, sighs and groans. I couldn't believe how slowly Katie was moving on Elle and how Elle was twitching in response to the different stimuli across her body. Katie's fingers had started flicking lightly at the edges of Elle's inflamed labia before slowly moving inside the slippery cavern. I could hear the slurping of Katie's fingers in Elle's pussy and the squishing of Katie's pussy on Elle's boob. My dick had begun throbbing again and I knew that I couldn't touch it or I would explode. Katie slipped her hips and leaned down and kissed Elle again. Elle moaned into Katie's mouth and reached for Katie's boobs. Katie gently caught Elle's hands and laid them at Elle's sides. She smiled, "You had your turn, now it's mine." Katie shifted her hips and slipped her left leg under Elle's left leg and slid her pussy against Elle's. Katie smiled, glancing at me, "My turn to be in charge..." Elle moaned, "Oh my god...Katieee." Katie's hips began oscillating again, this time faster than before. Elle soon found a rhythm with Katie and they were grinding fiercely against one another. Katie threw her head back and evidently lost herself in the moment. The two of them, so different, Katie, curvy and dark haired and Elle, tall, lithe and blonde, yet each so beautiful, were like yin and yang fitting perfectly together, so in tune, so in rhythm, were a joy to watch. In the back of my mind, I supposed I should be jealous, but I knew that I loved them both and they loved me. I think if it had been anyone other than Katie with Elle, I would have been crushed with jealousy. But, because of the love we had for one another, I knew there was nothing for which I needed to be jealous, nor was I afraid this would change the way we felt about one another. In that sense, I was free to watch the beautiful scene unfold in front of me. Soon, Elle's back was arching off of the bed, rigid as a massive orgasm washed over her. Katie increased her efforts, grinding harder and faster as her own orgasm approached. Katie screeched as it broke over her. In a moment that made me smile, Katie's smooth rhythm broke, just like mine does when I'm too excited, and devolved into Katie spastically humping against Elle. Elle collapsed to the bed and started giggling. Katie was a little put off. "What?" Elle snorted, "Just like your brother." Katie sat there a minute, recognition slowly dawning on her face, and then she started giggling. "Must be genetic, wonder if it's Mom or Dad?" Katie had unwittingly touched on my Kryptonite. My dick wilted instantly and I whined, "Katieeee..." Elle started laughing out loud and Katie looked confused. "What?" She repeated. Elle said, "Your dad told us how he and your mom use the white rug in front of the fireplace at the cabin to make love and..." Before she could go any further Katie shrieked, "Ewww, stop, Elle, stop!" Elle was laughing so hard that tears were running down her cheeks and I had to smile. It was funny that Katie had the same aversion to the thought of Mom and Dad having sex that I did. Elle finally calmed down to the point that she was just giggling. She wriggled out from under Katie, sat up, straddled Katie's lap and drew her future sister into her arms and kissed her gently. Elle drew back and leaned her forehead against Katie's. "I absolutely love it that you two are sooo alike." Elle said softly. "It's like I get to make love to two sides of the same person, it's sooo cool." Katie leaned into Elle's kiss with passion and I could see their tongues meet. Katie leaned further into Elle until they tumbled to the bed, giggling. Katie pulled back from Elle's lips and whispered, "Elle, I need to taste you." Katie kissed her once more, slipped away from Elle's embrace and down Elle's body. She kissed and licked her way down Elle's body, stopping at the nipple that she had been fucking a few minutes ago. Katie looked up at Elle and snickered, "I can taste me and I think I taste pretty good." Elle smiled back, "I agree." Katie resumed her journey to Elle's pussy, arriving after several minutes of kissing and teasing Elle. Instead of continuing to tease Elle she went right for the gold, suckling on Elle's clit, teasing it out of it's sheath. Elle was twitching with each lick and suck. I could tell by watching her that Elle was once again on the verge of a massive orgasm. Suddenly, Katie withdrew and shifted her hips. She had spread her knees and tipped her hips up. Elle cried out in protest, but Katie ignored her. Instead, she looked over her shoulder at me. She wriggled her hips and said, "Had enough, Aidie? Need some relief? I think you do and I need that thick cock in my pussy." I glanced at Elle and she smiled at me. "Please, Aidan. It'll be sooo hot seeing you fuck your sister. Fuck her Aidan, fuck her hard for me. I don't think she'll finish me off until you fuck her." Aidan and Katie Ch. 04 Katie grinned and nodded and bobbled her hips at me again. I climbed onto the bed and kissed Elle, tasting Katie as I did, then I kissed Katie, tasting Elle. I dipped my head to Elle's boob that Katie had fucked and tasted Katie again. Moving my head to Katie's bob and flicked my tongue over the erect nipple. Kissing my way down Katie's body, I switched over to Elle's. I moved my head between them and placed a kiss on the top of Elle's pussy. Katie giggled, "Aidie, I don't think that's going to work very well." I pulled my head out. "Yeah, you're probably right." I kissed them both again before moving around behind Katie. I kissed Katie's bottom and they both giggled. I moved in and spread Katie's cheeks and kissed her little pucker and she jumped and said "Oh!" I licked from her little wrinkle to her dripping pussy and she pushed back to me. The heat and humidity between her legs told the story of how turned on Katie had become. I licked and slurped at her pussy and teased her clit with my fingers. "Ohhhh..." Katie breathed before sinking down and putting her lips to Elle's pussy. I straightened and knelt behind Katie. I glanced over to the mirror above my dresser and could clearly see the three of us and it was hot. "Elle," I whispered, "Look at us, look at the three of us. Don't we look hot?" Elle turned her head and our eyes met in the mirror. Elle was looking into my eyes as she said, "Fuck her, Aidan, fuck your sister. Fuck her now." I held her eyes as I slowly pushed my throbbing dick into Katie's pulsing pussy. Elle's gaze flickered and then broke with mine as she stared at my dick plunging into my sister. "Ohhh God," Elle gasped, "That's so hot, Aidan." Her gaze never wavered at the sight of my dick plunging into Katie's pussy, though as Katie pressed into Elle's pussy, her eyelids flickered with emotion. I bottomed out in Katie and held myself deep in her warm, slippery cavern. The familiar feeling of Katie's pussy was awesome and I had to hold myself there for a moment or I would have lost it immediately. Katie got impatient in very short order and began bumping her butt against my hips, squeezing my dick as she did. I responded by slowly withdrawing my raging hard-on and stopping with just the swollen head in her drooling gash. Katie lifted her head and said, "Come on Aidan, fuck me!" Looking in the mirror, I met Elle's eyes as she lifted them to look at me and she smiled a little and then looked back at my dick. I reached down and put my hands on Katie's hips and Elle smiled even more. I thrust deeply, quickly and forcefully into Katie's pussy. "Ungh...," grunted Katie as I thrust deeply into her again and again. The mental and emotional stimulation provided by my two best girls had me at the edge quickly. "I'm gonna come soon," I gasped. "Elle, Katie, you guys gotta come with me, I can't hold off much longer." I thrust in and out a couple more times and heard Katie squeaking, "Aidan, oh Aidan, I, I, I'm coming." She pushed her face back into Elle's pussy and I saw Elle's eyes close and she grabbed Katie's hair and pushed Katie deeper into her pussy. Elle's hips rose off of the bed and as I was unable to hold off any longer and my dick exploded with come deep into Katie's pussy and Katie's pussy was throbbing and milking the streams of come from my dick as she came. Elle was thrusting her hips against Katie's face and squeaked that she was coming, too. Elle finally let go of Katie's hair and collapsed to the bed. Katie pushed herself forward and fell into Elle's arms and they kissed, softly, gently. I rocked back and sat on my heels and watched. Even though I had just come, my dick twitched at the sight of them kissing. The girls rolled apart and made a space for me between them. I crawled up and lay down in the space they had created. After I got settled, the each squirmed around until my arms were wrapped around them. They joined hands on my chest and they both kissed me. Elle sat up quickly and pulled a sheet over us and turned the light out. "Good night Aidan, I love you," Katie said as she kissed my cheek. Elle repeated Katie's sentiment including the kiss. "Good night Elle, Katie, I love you guys, too." I said. The girls must have exhausted themselves, because their breathing slowed in minutes and I could tell they were both asleep. I must have followed soon after because the next thing I knew, it was getting light out and I felt Katie climb back into bed and Elle climbed out and then back in. "Bathroom?" I whispered to them and the both mumbled agreement. They were both back asleep within minutes. I got up myself and used the bathroom and crawled in behind Elle, because she and Katie had snuggled together. I awoke again in about an hour; I was done sleeping for the night. I got up, showered and made coffee and then started breakfast. About twenty minutes later I heard one shower start and then the other. Katie and Elle came out hand in hand a few minutes later. Katie was dressed in some of Elle's extra clothes, but they didn't fit very well. I looked at her and she said, "I know, I know, I really wasn't prepared to spend the night." "Did I say anything?" I asked. She made a face. "You didn't have to." "OK." I just grinned. We quietly ate breakfast and generally avoided talking about what happened until I couldn't stand it anymore. I said, "Is everybody OK?" They both looked at me "Yes." "Then we aren't gonna talk about it?" I asked. They both giggled. "No, because it was perfect, we don't need to analyze it. Do we, Katie?" Elle said. Just before Katie shoved a mouthful of omelet in her mouth she said, "Nope." "OK, as long as there are no problems." I said, "I can't have you two being weird around each other, I love you both." Katie looked at me. "Aidie, sometimes you are just an idiot. We said it was perfect and it was, just let it go." Elle looked at me, "Yeah, what she said." "OK," I said. "I'm done." After breakfast Katie gathered up her stuff and hugged Elle and asked me to walk her to her car. We got there and Katie stopped and looked me in the eyes. "You're OK with what happened, right? I don't want you getting weird about it." I smiled and explained to Katie what I had decided while watching them together last night. "Katie, I realized that I would have had a problem if it had been anybody but you. I'm good, I just wanted to be sure that you guys were." Katie smiled a relieved smile. "Good, she adores you and I can tell you adore her and I didn't want to get in the way of that. By the way, that was awesome." I smiled, "Yeah it was. I love you, Sissie." "I love you, too, Aidie." Katie smiled and kissed me on the cheek. I watched her drive away and went upstairs. "Is everything OK?" Elle asked as I walked through the door. "Yep," I said, "She wanted to make sure I was OK with last night. I assured her that I was. I decided last night that I really should have been jealous, but I wasn't because I love you both and I know you both love me. So, there was no danger for me." I sat down and Elle came over and crawled into my lap. "I'm glad, because that was great. Though, I don't think I want to do that again anytime soon." "Why not?" I asked. "Because, I think we need to concentrate on each other now." She said, before kissing me. "Ahhh," I said sagely as we sat quietly. We spent the rest of the weekend together just enjoying each other. Elle was taking over the restaurant full time on Monday and we figured that for the next couple of months our time together would be limited. She needed to focus on it so that it would be a success. We were right, we saw very little of each other for the next couple of months. I actually saw her more at The Elle than anywhere else. We settled into a routine where we would have dinner together at the restaurant on Monday, Wednesday and Friday nights. It seemed as though it was going to take forever for her to feel comfortable leaving the restaurant for any length of time. I just went with the flow and tried to be supportive, that was my job for Elle for now. ******************** Katie It has been some time since Aidan and Elle had me over and well...had me. I still get a little excited when I think of the two of them with me. They love each other so much and they shared their love with me. It made me and still makes me feel special. I talk to him every day, even though it's for just a few minutes, but I miss seeing him and it gets a little lonely being alone every night. Aidan keeps after me to find someone, but I just don't like the bar scene and I can hardly approach a student or another teacher, so I just go on with my routine. I go to school and back home every day. I run a little every day, but my life has gotten a little boring and very lonely. I teach Senior English at the high school. Most days it can be rewarding. Some days it can be frustrating. This year the frustrating days far exceed the rewarding days. My second to last class of the day featured daily run-ins with the studs of the basketball team. If this weren't a required class, I know these two idiots would be nowhere near my classroom. But in order to graduate and receive their full rides to USC, twins Richard and Harold Johnson attended each and every class. That's right; Richard and Harold Johnson, known to everyone in the school, with the possibly lone exception of me, as Dick and Harry Johnson. I refused to call them by those ridiculous names. I figured that their father, I kid you not, Big Dick, had to have drugged their mother in order for her to allow this to happen. Anyway, these two are each six feet eight inches, they both play forward. Both blonde, both built like Adonis's. They had most of the female students falling at their feet and some of the female faculty as well. Some of the male faculty were clearly envious and gave the twins a free pass, also. I didn't. These two idiots were offended by the fact that I wasn't swayed by their good looks, their athletic ability or, in their minds, their impending fame and fortune. Their grades and visits to the Dean accurately reflected their performance and behavior in my classroom. Their behavior swung between charming as they tried to get in my panties, to downright obnoxious as they influenced the other students to misbehave. I think the thing that pissed me off the most were their undisguised attempts to get into my panties. After each attempt, I became more convinced that more than one female teacher had succumbed to their advances. I was not tempted, but I could see how the double team of the twins could influence a less strong individual. This afternoon happened to be one of the charming days. "Ms. Cunningham?" Richard has raised his hand. I sighed, not wanting to engage this early in the class. "Yes, Richard?" He chided me gently, with charm, "Haven't I told you to call me Dick?" This exchange took place every time we conversed and I decided I'd had enough and would put it to a stop. "OK," I said, and he flashed a triumphant grin, as though he knew he had finally broken through. "But I have a question first." "Shoot," he said confidently. The rest of the class was watching expectantly. "Don't people call your father Big Dick?" I shouldn't have done it, I knew I shouldn't before I did it, and even while I was doing it but the arrogant little prick had tweaked me for the last time. His confident smile faltered. "Yesss," he said hesitantly. "Wouldn't that make you Little Dick?" I smiled sweetly as the class exploded and he turned purple. His brother was laughing as hard as the rest of the class. He stood threateningly. "I don't think you realize who you're fucking with." He said through clenched teeth. I smiled sweetly again. "Yes, I do. You're a starting forward on our basketball team. You and your brother will share MVP honors in the city, county and state. But," I paused for effect, "You're also the high school senior who is being sent to the Dean of Students for the fifth time this semester. I believe you know what that means. That's an automatic three day in-school suspension and a two week suspension from any and all extra-curricular activities, including basketball." His face went from purple to white in a heartbeat as he realized what he had done. The room went dead silent as all of the seniors absorbed the events of the last minute. I said gently, "Go on Richard, go to Dean Anderson's office." He looked at his brother and then looked back at me and turned to leave. He stopped and looked at me, "Ms. Cunningham, I'm..." I stopped him. "Just go, Mr. Johnson. I'm certain we will be speaking in a little while." For this first time in this class, this period, this semester, it was quiet and respectful. The students were in shock, particularly Harold. I got about halfway through the lesson before Dean Anderson's student assistant was at the door. "Ms. Cunningham?" she said quietly. "Dean Anderson would like to see you." She looked truly awestruck. I grabbed my briefcase and headed toward the door, before I stopped. "Brittany? Would you take the rest of the class through the rest of the lesson?" I looked at the rest of the class. "I will know if you've cooperated with Miss Harding and finished the lesson because there will be a quiz first thing in class tomorrow." They all groaned, but turned to Brittany with all of their attention. I swept through the door and followed the Chloe down the hall. I was a few steps behind her and the view was spectacular. She was one of my senior honor students, beautiful and smart. I felt a little like a pervert watching her sweet little bottom, but justified it in my mind by knowing that she had turned eighteen a few weeks ago. She was a student so I couldn't touch, but I could look. I looked up as I realized that the hallways would get quiet as we approached, people stopping and staring at me. Word travels through a school fast. Chloe stopped just outside the door, turned and looked at me. "Good for you Ms. Cunningham. The twins are such jerks." Then she turned and went through the door. I stepped into Dean Anderson's office. Bob Anderson is a very nice man, a dedicated educator and even though he looks a little like Don Knotts, a hard as nails disciplinarian. The reason he succeeds as the Dean of Students is that he's also an accomplished politician. Big Dick Johnson was glaring at me as he, his son and the basketball coach stood, waiting. I had to restrain a laugh. All these men had gathered to deal with little old me. "Dean Anderson," I said in greeting. I knew that I was OK by the smile in his eyes, not the frown on his mouth. "Ms. Cunningham," he said, "please have a seat." I started to sit and the coach and the two Dicks started to approach my chair. "Stop. Right. There!" Dean Anderson's voice, clear, firm and strong, stopped the three of them in their tracks. "I will not allow you to intimidate Ms. Cunningham. All three of you will keep your distance." Big Dick puffed up and sneered, "What are you gonna do about it?" It was clear where the twins got their arrogance and bullying attitudes, the man was appropriately named. I almost laughed as I saw Dean Anderson's cold, tight lipped smile. "Mr. Johnson, I will not stoop to making threats against your obvious attempt to physically intimidate me." His voice was edged in steel and to his credit; Big Dick recognized it and stepped back. "I will, however, remind you that we are in a place of learning and I will not tolerate threats against one of my teachers, nor will I tolerate threats against myself. My promise to you is this, if this situation is not resolved to my satisfaction, young Richard here will spend the rest of the basketball season in detention and ineligible for basketball. Do I make myself clear?" Big Dick was silent, but by his trembling body, I could tell that he was building up to a serious rage. Coach Kannely spoke nervously, "Now Dean, can't we just talk about this?" Dean Anderson leveled his steely gaze at the coach and the coach, too, stepped back. "Coach Kannely, that is exactly what I am attempting to do." He turned to look at me and as he spoke, his voice softened, "Ms. Cunningham, do you care to tell us what happened?" I explained what had been happening in my class since the first day of school. I went through the highs and lows of the twins' behavior, culminating with my baiting of Richard, today. "Honestly, I shouldn't have baited him the way I did, but my frustration with the attitude of he and his brother got the better of me." I said sincerely. "I wish to apologize for baiting him." Big Dick puffed up again and smirked, "So it's over then, what's her punishment?" If possible, Dean Anderson's voice was even lower and harder. "By no means is this over. Ms. Cunningham made a mistake, owned up to it and apologized. Teachers get frustrated when children consistently misbehave and sometimes their frustration boils over. In this case, Ms. Cunningham's frustration is understandable, possibly even justified because this is the fifth time she has found it necessary to send Richard to me. His behavior has not been modified and I suspect it is because he has not been instructed to change at home. Is that a correct assumption?" "It's none of your business how I discipline my children!" Big Dick spat. "You're right," Dean Anderson continued in the low voice, "it's not. What is my business, my specific business, is your children's behavior in this school. If you choose to continue to ignore their behavior, as is your right, I will have no choice but to place Richard and Harold into detention, immediately. It is my opinion, and I have absolute authority in these matters, that without any sort of behavior modification, your sons will soon represent a physical threat to my teachers. Am I clear?" Big Dick rose up to his full height and stood over Dean Anderson. "I'm gonna whip your ass, you little pipsqueak." Dean Anderson stood there calmly, looking Big Dick in the eye. That seemed to disconcert the larger man. "Uhhh, Dick?" Coach Kannely said nervously, "Be-before you do that, you need to look over there." "What? Over where?" he snarled. Coach Kannely pointed into the corner where Dean Anderson had proudly displayed his achievements in Taekwondo. (I had asked him about the display as it seemed out of character for him to display honors and awards. He explained that he uses it to encourage young students that feel bullied or overwhelmed to find something that will help them build their confidence. A teacher in his high school had done the same thing for him and he tried, in his own way, to 'Pay-it-forward'.) Big Dick snorted and sneered, "Do you really think that scares me?" Dean Anderson smiled, shrugged his shoulders and said, "No, I don't. You're going to do what you're going to do. But I do promise you that if it does become physical, you will go to jail, no matter what you do to me." Richard had been watching this with wide eyes, "Dad, knock it off. I will apologize to Ms. Cunningham and I will behave from now on. I don't want to miss basketball and lose my scholarship." He looked at me, "I'm sorry and I promise I will behave." Big Dick took a step back and the tension eased in the room. I spoke up, "Dean Anderson, I think to avoid problems in the future; perhaps Richard and Harold should transfer to another class. That way there will be no further misunderstandings." Richard spoke up, "No, please Ms. Cunningham, don't throw me out, you're my best teacher." Coach Kannely, Big Dick, Dean Anderson and I all looked at him as though he had lost his mind. I couldn't help myself, "What the Fuck, Richard!?!?" Aidan and Katie Ch. 05 Katie's story takes a turn for the better. This chapter is a little light on the sex, but heavy on playful seduction. Please enjoy... ********************** I got my usual mocha latte and Chloe got a vanilla latte. We waited for our coffee and she kept her eyes down, pointedly not looking at me. After our order was ready, we went and found a table on a little balcony that was fairly private. We settled in and Chloe continued to avoid eye contact. Finally, after a few sips she seemed to find the courage to say what she had to say. "Ms. Cunningham?" She said quietly, still not looking directly at me. "Are you a lesbian?" Of all the things that I had anticipating her saying; that question had not even made my list. I struggled with my composure for moment. She looked up at me, obvious nervousness in her eyes. Finally, I smiled at her. "Firstly, if we're going to have this conversation; you'd better call me Katie." She relaxed and smiled a little. "Secondly, I need to know why you think I might be lesbian." She looked nervous again. "Sweetie, it's OK. I'm not angry, just curious." I said. She looked into my eyes, eyes that I knew were smiling at her, and she relaxed completely. "I, I, I don't know. It's just a vibe I get from you, I guess. It's nothing that you've done, and maybe it's because the only guy that's ever been around is your brother." I raised my eyebrow and she giggled. "All the girls know who he is; they think he's a hunk." I raised my eyebrow again, "They?" I finally had an inkling of what this was about and I desperately wanted to help her. Her head dropped again and this time I didn't let it go. I reached across the little table and lifted her chin with my fingers. "Don't be ashamed of what you feel, of who you think you are or who you desire. If you like girls or even just think you might like girls, don't be ashamed. Be proud of who you are. Chloe you're a wonderful girl, don't let what others think or say make you think less of yourself. Now, to answer your question, yes I am a lesbian. I have had heterosexual relationships but, I like girls a lot more, so I consider myself lesbian, not bi-sexual. What is going on that makes you ask about this?" "You know Brittany Harding?" She asked quietly. "Yes, she's in my next to last class. Why, what's going on with Brittany?" I asked, but suspecting that I already knew. "Well, she's my best friend; we've been best friends since kindergarten." Chloe explained. "Her birthday is a week before mine, so since we were little we've had a sleepover the Saturday night after my birthday. This year, since we both turned eighteen, her mom let us have it at their house, even though she was out of town. She told us not to have any boys over, but the sleepover has always been just the two of us and we didn't want anybody else anyway." I smiled, "I can understand that." She smiled back. "We had gotten into our pajamas early, we were gonna watch movies and eat popcorn and candy and stuff. It's what we always have done. We were watching chick flicks, you know rom-coms, and all of a sudden Brittany jumped up and ran out of her bedroom. I thought maybe something made her sick, except she didn't go into the bathroom, she ran down the hall. I just sat there waiting for her and she came back into the room with her hands behind her back. 'I found something in my mom's drawer the other night. She sent me to get something out of her lingerie drawer and I think she forgot these were in there.' She said. Brittany pulled her hands out and she had two DVD's in her hands." Chloe stopped and looked at me, her eyes wide. "They were porn videos," she whispered, "lesbian porn videos." I smiled at her, "A lot of people watch porn, there's nothing wrong with it." She blushed furiously. "I know, but Brittany's mom was watching lesbian porn. One was about young girls discovering lesbian sex together and the other was about older women seducing younger girls." I couldn't resist teasing Chloe. "How do you know what the videos were about?" I didn't think she could get any redder, but I was wrong. Her face was almost purple, it was so red. "I, uh, we, uhhh, I..." she mumbled. I reached over and took her hands in mine, smiling gently. "It's OK, sweetie. You're eighteen and you can do whatever you want, don't be embarrassed, I'm just teasing you." Evidently, she was holding her breath, because she exhaled a big breath. She seemed to relax again. "So, what else happened?" I asked, "Surely your embarrassment isn't over watching lesbian porn, is it?" She smiled nervously, "No, it isn't. Brittany showed me the DVD's and then said she was going to stick one in. She walked over, stopped the movie that was running and put in one of the porn DVD's. It turned out to be the one with the older women seducing younger girls. Brittany climbed back on the bed and we started watching the movie. The first older lady was beautiful with natural breasts and a tight body. I know the younger actress was at least as old as us, but she didn't look it. She had tiny breasts and flawless skin. She had an innocent look that looked very appealing next to the older lady." "We watched as the older lady, playing a tutor, slowly seduced the young girl. I was surprised; it was sweet and soft with a lot of kissing. It took about fifteen minutes for the women to get into bed and get all of their clothes off. The actresses seemed to genuinely like each other and enjoy the sex, which I didn't expect. The first scene lasted about forty five minutes and by the time it was over, I was starting to get really turned on." She blushed and looked away from me. She sat there for a moment, not speaking. I said, "Chloe, it's OK to have been excited by something that was intended to do exactly that." She whispered, "But, I'm not a lesbian." I smiled, "Movies of beautiful people making love, turn people on, no matter their orientation. I get excited by heterosexual porn, even though I'm a lesbian. It's OK for you to be excited by lesbian porn, you know? But, I'm sensing that this isn't the end of your story, am I right?" "Yes," she said after hesitating, "but I need to use the rest room, I'll be right back." "OK," I said, "Do you want another coffee? I'm going to have one." "Please." She said as she walked away. I got us each another drink and waited for her to return. When she did, I went to the restroom and quickly returned. She started speaking as soon as I sat down. "The second scene in the movie had an older actress that was pretty enough, but she had huge, fake boobs, bad fake boobs at that, and she didn't seem as into the other actress as the first older lady and the younger actress seemed bored. After a few minutes Brittany looked at me and asked if I liked this one and I said no. She got up and popped that one out and put the other one in. I was startled by the resemblance between the redheaded girl and Brittany. After a few minutes of watching I realized that the other actress resembled me. After coming to that realization I was glued to the screen, it was like watching Brittany and me making love." "The excitement that I was feeling during the first scene started to come back. I was getting really, really excited. The girls were kissing and hesitantly touching each other, but as the movie went on, got more comfortable with each other and more passionate. I glanced over at Brittany and was surprised to see her touching herself outside of her pajamas. Her eyes were half closed and she was breathing funny. It was fascinating watching her and I didn't think she noticed that I was watching her, until she said, 'You should try it, I'm sooo turned on right now.' I was startled and asked her, 'Try what?' She answered, 'Touching yourself while watching, it's exciting.'" Chloe stopped and took a sip of coffee, closing her eyes for a moment. Her hands trembled as she raised the cup to her lips. She sat there for a moment, seemingly gathering her thoughts. "I turned back to the movie and got a little lost in the soft, sweet love between the girls. I guess I began touching myself, because my excitement started rising and I looked down and my hand was inside of my panties. I didn't even know that I had done that. I realized then that I was rubbing my clit and I was very, very wet. I felt guilty touching myself and looked over at Brittany. She was doing the same thing, her hand was inside of her panties, but she wasn't watching the movie. Her eyes were glued to the panties moving over my hand. I saw her tongue flicker out and touch her lips. It was like everything slowed down then. Her eyes moved away from my panties, where I hadn't stopped feeling myself, I may have even speeded up." "Her eyes came up and met mine; hers were as wide as I had ever seen them as she recognized that I was watching her. I pulled my hand out of my panties and leaned toward her; she blinked once and leaned toward me. Our lips met in the middle. It's funny, I didn't even consciously think about kissing her, I just did it. It was the softest, most wonderful kiss I have ever experienced. Our tongues met and gently explored each other. I didn't even close my eyes and neither did Brittany, I didn't want to miss anything. As we kissed, I felt Brittany's hand sliding along my tummy, kinda scratching, feeling its way. Suddenly, her fingers found their way under the waistband of my panties and then they were burrowing around in my hair." She paused, blushing and looked away from me. I reached over and took her hand in mine. "It's OK, sweetie," I said softly, "just tell me what you need to tell me, I don't want you to feel uncomfortable." That was the rational, teacher part of my brain speaking. But, the irrational, sexual part of my brain was screaming, 'Are you out of your mind? I wanna hear this. We're so gonna get off when we get home! This is brain porn...the best kind!' "Katie," she whispered, winding her fingers in mine, "I need to tell someone, and you're the safest one I can tell and ask what I need to ask." "It's OK, Chloe," I said, "don't be nervous, don't be afraid. I'm here for you and I want you to tell me everything. I think you need to say this out loud to somebody who won't judge you, somebody who's been there, and somebody who understands." She looked at our hands for a minute or so and then started speaking softly again. "I really, really liked the way her fingers felt, touching me. I was more excited by her fingers than by anything that I had ever experienced before. I pulled away from Brittany and looked down at her hand. When I looked back at her, her eyes were huge and staring at me. 'Is this OK?' She asked and her voice was shaking. I couldn't talk, I just nodded and her fingers slipped down and touched my p-p-pussy. It felt like lightening was shooting from my pussy into my heart and my brain. I grabbed her head and kissed her as hard as I could. I tried to stick my tongue down her throat and she did the same thing to me. I felt like I was on fire and I sat back and Brittany looked at me, a real scared look on her face. I grinned at her and ripped my shirt off and then ripped hers off. She started giggling and said, 'I take it you like that.' I just said, 'Uh-huh' and kissed her again." "Her fingers worked deeper into my pussy and my hips started rocking in time to her caresses. I pulled back from the kiss again and she grinned at me and said, 'Now what?' I reached down and pulled off my panties and threw them on the floor and then I grabbed hers and looked up at her. She had this cute, shy little smile on her face and lifted her hips off of the bed and let me slide her panties off. I stared at her pussy, the only one I have ever seen live, except for my own. I stared for a minute and then looked up at her. I know my eyes were wide because I could feel them. 'You shave your pussy!' I whispered. She blushed and asked, 'Do you like it?' I was fascinated and just said, 'Uh-huh'. I started to reach to feel it and then stopped and pulled my hand back. 'Is this OK?'" "She smiled, kissed me, reached out with her other hand and pulled my hand back to her pussy. She stopped short, pulled out of the kiss and said, 'It's more than OK, I want you to touch me. I really, really want you to touch me.' I moved my hand and touched her pussy. It was hot, way hotter than I expected." Chloe stopped and giggled. She was blushing and looked up at me. "It was wet, too. Very, very wet. It was sooo slippery. I loved the way it felt. It felt so, so, so sexual. I rubbed her all around her pussy and I slipped my fingers inside. It was intoxicating. I noticed that my fingers were making a squishing noise in her pussy and then I realized that there was another, different squishing noise. It was Brittany's fingers sloshing around in my pussy. I realized that I was as wet as Brittany and that made me even more excited. I shifted around so that I was facing Brittany so that I could see what we were doing to each other. Brittany looked at me and smiled. 'You like this, don't you?' I kissed her. I said, 'No, I don't.' Brittany's face fell. I giggled and said, 'I don't like it, I love it!' She threw her arms around me, kissing me more deeply than before. Then she pushed me to the bed, She lay on top of me and whispered, 'If you loved that then you're gonna freak out over this!'" Chloe took a deep breath and looked at the table before looking me in the eyes again. Her face was a deep shade of crimson and her eyes were wide, sparkling with excitement. I could tell that she was deeply embarrassed to be speaking all of this out loud, but at the same time, tremendously excited by the memory. "I knew what was coming; well I kinda guessed what was coming. But I wasn't prepared for what it would feel like. Brittany only spent a minute or so on my boobs before moving down to my pussy. After she got down there, she just looked at it before she touched me again. Her face was down so low that all I could see were her pretty blue eyes. It was like she was studying it. Her eyes moved slowly and every once in a while she would touch it with her fingers. My heart was pounding so hard I could hear it and feel it in my ears. I have never wanted anything as much as I wanted her tongue on my pussy. Then she looked up at me and I thought my heart was going to burst. Her eyes looking up at me from between my legs was the sexiest thing I've ever seen. She held my eyes and whispered, "It's beautiful. It's like a new pink rose, all fresh and blooming. Can I lick you? Do you want me to lick you?' I said, 'Oh God, yes. Please lick me; I want you to lick me!'" Chloe giggled and, if it was possible, turned a deeper shade of crimson than she already was. I smiled at her and squeezed her hands to show her that it was all right. She looked up at me and smiled gratefully. She took a deep breath and continued. "Brittany smiled, I could see it in her eyes and then she moved closer and flicked my clit with her tongue. That was it; I went off like a rocket. My hips jerked off of the bed like I had no control over them. Brittany yelped in surprise and scooted back. Just the tip of her tongue on my clit was the most amazing thing I have ever felt in my life. She gave me the most awesome orgasm and she had just touched me with the tip of her tongue. I couldn't wait for more. I forced my hips back down to the bed and pleaded with Brittany, 'More baby, pleeeeze I want more!' Brittany giggled and crawled up and kissed me before sliding back down. Her tongue slipped into my mouth giving me a little taste of myself and I actually kinda liked it. It was kinda salty-sweet, ya know?" I smiled and nodded, not trusting my own voice at this point. This sweet, young student had me so turned on at this point that I could hardly sit still. The embarrassment had faded for her and she had kind of a glow about her, her excitement over her story and her emotional involvement with her friend filling her with joy. "Anyway, Brittany found my hands with hers and we held hands as she licked me again. I felt such a connection with her; I wanted this moment to go on forever. Not just the sex, though that was great, the connection, her eyes staring at me and filled with, uhhh, well,..." Chloe hesitated for the first time in a while and went back to looking embarrassed. "It's OK, honey, I told you that you could tell me anything, don't be embarrassed." Chloe smiled faintly, took a deep breath and finished her thought. "Love, she looked at me with so much love that my heart fluttered. She squeezed my hands and made love to me and I started crying. I was sooo happy and Brittany knew that. Her tongue was like a butterfly, light and quick and fluttering everywhere. This time my orgasm built from deep within me. It was like warm, rushing water flowing from every part of my body to my pussy. Then when I finally came, it felt like the water was charged with electricity and flowed back through my body to where it had come from. When it was over..." She stopped and giggled. "I felt like I was a puddle on the bed, I was completely drained. Brittany crawled up and kissed me all over my face, whispering the whole time, 'I love you Chloe,' over and over again. I struggled to lift my arms and wrapped her up and said, 'I think I love you, too, Brittany. I think I always have.' She started crying and lay down on me and we just held each other for the longest time. I thought she was asleep when she said, 'Do you really love me Chloe? Was that just the sex talking? It's OK if it was, I can live with that. It just made me happy to hear you say it.' I thought about it for a little while before answering. I said, 'You know Brittany, I have always felt differently about you than my other friends. You've always been special to me. The first time I see you every day, my heart skips a beat and I just thought it was because I was happy to see you. I have never thought about it as love. But, I think that's exactly what it is. I love you Brittany and I'm sure that I have since we were little.'" Chloe looked embarrassed again and pulled her hands back from mine. "What's wrong, Chloe?" I asked. Her expression changed from embarrassed to sad. "Katie, I love Brittany with all of my heart. I really do. I'm just not sure what that means. I don't think I'm a lesbian, but I want everybody to know, I want to share that love with my family, but I don't know how they'll react. How did your family react?" I blushed; it was my turn to be embarrassed. "My parents don't know." I said. Chloe's eyes got huge. "You're in the closet?" I smiled, "No, I'm not. But neither am I a militant lesbian. I don't find it necessary to shout my preferences from the rooftops. If someone asks me a direct question, like you did earlier, I will answer it and tell them. Otherwise, I don't think it's anyone's business but mine and my partner. I told my brother last year and he hardly reacted at all. But, everyone is different and each situation is unique. This works for me but it wouldn't necessarily work for you. My parents have respected my privacy from the time I reached adulthood and have never asked about my love life. Your parents may be completely different. Only you know how that will go. Before you decide to go to them with this, you need to think long and hard about their reaction. I am not telling you to hide in the closet. I am asking you to be sure of your feelings for Brittany and your feelings about being gay. If this is a phase, it will probably go easier on you to experience the phase in private and then go on with your life. But, if you begin to think it may be a phase, you need to be fair to Brittany and let her know. It sounds like Brittany loves you very much and it could crush her if she thinks that you're just playing around. From the look on your face, you were hoping I could give you a quick, easy answer, but there isn't one, especially if you're not sure." Aidan and Katie Ch. 05 Chloe sat and studied our entwined fingers for a long time before she looked up and smiled. There were tears in her eyes, but from the smile they were not tears of sadness. They were tears of joy. "I love Brittany; I can't imagine my life without her. It's not just the sex..." she giggled, "Though that is awesome, it's that she makes me so happy. We sit and watch a movie and just touch our legs together or hold hands and my heart feels full and happy. When we snuggle together, sometimes we don't even kiss; we'll just trace each other's face with our fingertips." She blushed and giggled. "I had a tiny orgasm one day from just doing that." Chloe's face had become radiant. "I love her; I just love her so much..." I smiled, envious of her joy. "Have your parents seen you sitting like that? Do you guys jump apart when they come into the room, or do you just sit close when they're not there?" Chloe looked confused for a minute and then realization dawned on her. "We don't even think about it. We're just together and that's all that matters. It's like no-one else is there." "Your dad may be one thing, most fathers are clueless unless there is a boy in the vicinity, but are you sure your mom doesn't suspect anything?" I asked gently. "Have you dated any boys since you and Brittany discovered that you were in love?" Chloe immediately said, "No! That would be cheating. I broke up with Cole Harrison right after Brittany and I made love for the first time. It wasn't fair to him or Brittany." I smiled, "OK, does your mom ask about boys or dating or anything?" Chloe sat for the longest time thinking about that. "I don't think that she has asked about any boys since I broke up with Cole." I could see that she was beginning to get there. "Does she ask you how Brittany is doing? How does she look at Brittany when Brittany and you are together? Does she give you and Brittany space in the house like she gave you and Cole?" She sat for a few minutes considering my questions. Then she looked up at me, wide-eyed and whispered, "She knows, doesn't she?" "I believe she suspects and she's giving you the room as an adult to figure this out." I said. "Your mom is obviously very aware of your feelings and trusts you to do what's best for you. I'm not guaranteeing that this is the case, but I think that if you talk to her you might be pleasantly surprised." Chloe pulled her hands from mine, got up and came around the little table and hugged me around the neck. "Thank you Katie, I think I can do this now." Then she gave me a sweet kiss on the cheek. She sat back down with a huge smile on her face. The smile disappeared as soon as she took a big slug of her coffee. "Ugh, that's cold." "Do you want another, do you want to go home or would you like to take another home?" I laughed. "I'd like to take one home for my mom and I, but I'm going buy them and I'll buy you another." She smiled. I didn't argue, I just smiled and walked to the counter with her. The transformation in Chloe was remarkable from when we walked into the coffee shop. She was timid and nervous when we came in and she had regained her normal confidence and self-assurance. We got our coffees and I drove her home. I thought about what I had told her and decided it might be best to make sure she understood that it might not go well. Before she got out of the car I cautioned her, "You may think you know how your mom is going to react if you tell her, but please don't be hurt or shocked if it doesn't go that way. But, also know that I'm here for you, no matter what happens." She smiled, "I think I'll be OK, no matter what happens, I've got Brittany's love and your friendship and support. If it gets tough, I can live with anything that happens because of Brittany and you." She got out, walked to the door and her mom met her there. Miranda smiled and waved and I waved back just before pulling away. When I got home I took off my clothes, especially my sopping wet panties. I should've felt badly for getting so turned on over two eighteen year olds making love, but I didn't. I got myself off in the shower and then later in bed. The next morning I woke up early and decided to get to school early and try and figure out what I needed to do with Senior English. I hadn't been there very long before Chloe was knocking at my door. I smiled when I saw her. "Good Morning Chloe, how are you today?" She ran over and hugged me in my chair. She took me by surprise and we rolled back three or four feet, with her hanging onto my neck and dragging her feet across the floor. We both ended up giggling as we banged into the wall behind me. I peeled her off of me and looked into her smiling face. "Is everything all right?" She kissed me on the cheek and then stood up. "It's better than OK, Ms. Cunningham." I smiled at her easily returning to my proper name in school. "How's that?" "I told my mom everything." Chloe's smile was big enough to light the room. "Aaannnddd?" I smiled. "Not only had she figured it out, she was very supportive." Chloe grinned. "She thought it might be coming and had already prepared my dad and my older sister. We talked for a long time and she told me that she had been in love with her best friend, too. They had experimented but decided that they needed to try to have "normal" lives. Mom even made air quotes when she said normal. They parted when they graduated from high school and have never seen each other since. She told me that she loves Daddy, but she thinks about and misses her friend every day. I talked with Daddy and he seemed sad that I might never have babies, but I told him it was too early to think like that. It seemed silly; we wouldn't be talking about babies yet, if I had told them I was in love with a boy." "I think Mom called my sister when I was talking to Daddy because my sister called me later from college. She told me that she was happy that I had found someone to make me happy. She did tell me that I shouldn't come out in high school because it can be a terrible, brutal place to be different. She had a good friend that came out as gay in high school and he had to move. The jocks made it miserable for him. He tried to just live with it, but his parents were scared for him and they moved to a different city. He had to go back into the closet until he graduated. She said it was very sad, but now he's very happy. I talked to Brittany about it and we're not going to come out as a couple until after graduation. I can't thank you enough for helping me do this." She came back and hugged me again. She kissed my cheek and whispered, "Thank you, Katie." I smiled at her after she stood back up. I grabbed her hands and held them as I looked into her eyes, "You're welcome. Please remember that I'm here for you and Brittany anytime you need me." Chloe floated out of the room and she was still smiling when she came back for Honors English. It seemed like a lifetime since I had the confrontation with Richard, but it was only the day before and I was dreading that class period. I really couldn't be certain that he had been sincere yesterday. I was shocked by the twins' behavior when they came in. They were polite and attentive and didn't try to stir up the other kids. I know I stared at them a little before realizing that Brittany was standing in front of me. She was giggling and had the biggest apple I had ever seen. She whispered, "This is from Chloe and me, thank you." Then out loud she said, "Ms. Cunningham, we decided that since you had a bad day in our class yesterday..." She turned and scowled at Richard and Harold, who, to their credit looked genuinely embarrassed. "...that we should give you a big apple to say we're sorry." I whispered, "You're welcome; see me after class, OK?" She nodded and then I said, "Thank you, class." They all looked confused, but Brittany and I understood and that was all that mattered. Class went smoothly with Richard and Harold participating positively for the first time. I actually had a good time with Senior English for the first time that year. Class went by quickly and the kids seemed disappointed when the bell rang. I even forgot to give them the quiz that I had promised (threatened?) yesterday. They all left and Brittany hung back. When the class was empty she came up to my desk. "Thank you for talking to Chloe." She said. "I was afraid that she would get scared of what we were doing and run away. I could've stood losing her as a lover, but I couldn't lose her as a friend." I smiled, "I just wanted for her to understand that what she was feeling, whatever she was feeling was OK. It's so rare to have a parent that is as understanding and accepting as her mom, that it could've been a real problem for her. I just tried to get her to see it from all sides. I didn't just want to tell her, I wanted her to see it for herself. I thought it would help her decide what she wanted to do. I'm so glad it worked out for the best." Brittany smiled, "We're so grateful to you." "It was my pleasure." I smiled. "What about you? Is your situation as good as Chloe's?" She snorted and then turned as Chloe walked through the door. Everyone should get to see something as beautiful as the looks on the two girls faces when they saw each other. Their smiles lit up their faces and my classroom. I was impressed; they didn't run into each other's arms, realizing that they were still in the school building. Chloe simply walked up beside Brittany and the back of their hands touched. It was a mature action, but it was also very sweet. Brittany tore her eyes away from Chloe and looked at me. "My situation is different. My mom is so deeply in the closet that I'm surprised she can see in the daylight. Her desires are what broke up my parents' marriage. She is so in denial that if I suggest anything that could be construed as supporting lesbianism, she goes completely apeshit. The same thing with my dad. He was so disgusted by my mom's confession to a lesbian affair that he moved out that night. He has literally never laid eyes on my mother since. My grandmother has had to pick me up so that I could visit him. There is no way I could ever tell them that I'm in love with Chloe. But, I'm OK with that." She turned to look at Chloe. "Chloe and her family are all the support and family that I need." Then she turned and grinned at me, "Well, you too." I just laughed at being included as an afterthought. "So, what about college? I know Chloe is planning on Stanford, but what about you?" She smiled, "I couldn't get into Stanford on my best day. I'm kind of a tech geek so I found a small tech school near Stanford at which I can get the computer training in software development that I want. They don't have any dorms so you have to get an apartment. Chloe and I are planning on asking her parents if they'll help us get an apartment together, rather than spending the money on student housing." I was surprised. "You guys have given this a lot of thought." Chloe smiled, "Yeah, we have. We want to be together so we'll do what it takes." "I am so happy for you two." I said, smiling. "Just remember, I'm here for whatever I can do for you." They smiled and said, "Thank you," simultaneously. They reached over and squeezed my hands. Brittany kind of tilted her head, "What about you? Is there anyone special in your life?" I shook my head, "Not for a while, my last two ended with each of them finding someone else. One was a surprise when she left the other could never have worked long term, basically because he and I wanted different things from life. I'm OK, though." They smiled, "You need to find somebody." I laughed, "You sound like my brother." They laughed and reached over and squeezed my hands again, "Thank you. We'll see you tomorrow." I waved, "Bye." The next month or so was really quiet, the twins were on their best behavior, I watched as Chloe and Brittany's love blossomed and became a beautiful thing to watch. Elle tried to fix me up with one of the servers in her restaurant, but the only things we had in common were Elle and the fact that we were gay. We couldn't even work up enough attraction to go to bed. After a couple of dates we mercifully put it out of it's misery. I had settled back into the routine that I had before Aidan and Elle spiced up my life for one night. I had my work, a little daily run, talking to Elle and Aidan and watching Chloe and Brittany's love developing. It was a couple of months before anything out of the ordinary happened in my life. ******************** I was sleeping soundly dreaming about Aidan and Elle. We were sitting in my living room. I was naked, straddling an equally naked Elle's lap kissing her. Aidan was also naked, watching us, stroking his hard cock. Suddenly there was a pounding on the door. "Shouldn't you get that?" Elle asked. "Ignore it." I said leaning in for another kiss. Then the doorbell started ringing and the pounding increased. "Really, Katie, somebody's there, you need to get it." Aidan said. "Katie, you need to wake up and get that." I realized then that somebody was really at the door. I opened my eyes, rolled over and looked at the clock. I groaned, it was two in the morning and somebody was pounding at my door. I got up, pulled on a robe and stomped downstairs to the front door. I looked through the peephole. Jeannie? What the fuck was Jeannie doing here? I opened the door. "Jeannie?" She stumbled through the door, crying. "Is Aidan here Katie? I know he moved in with you. I need him." I was completely dumbfounded. "Aidan doesn't live here anymore, Jeannie. I would imagine he's at home in bed with Elle." She turned her tear-stained face to me. "Elle? Who's Elle?" Then a little realization dawned on her face. "That bitch bartender he was always hanging around?" Her face turned ugly and she snarled, "I knew it! I always knew he was fucking that bitch!" I was tired, she burst in here making accusations about my brother and his fiancée and I'd had enough. I slapped her. "How dare you?!?!" I screamed at her. "You broke his heart! He adored you and you stomped him into the ground. You left a shell for me to try and resurrect and you come in here and accuse him of cheating? After what you did with that skank of a girlfriend of yours? Fuck you Jeannie! Get the fuck out of my house." She just blinked, which surprised me because I had hit her hard. Suddenly, she collapsed to the floor, crying. "I'm sorry Katie, please don't throw me out! I didn't know what I was saying. Please, please I need a friend right now." She sat there, her face in her hands, looking completely desolate and alone. I was stunned. I walked behind her and closed the door. Then I made her get up and walked her over to the couch. I pushed her onto the couch and knelt in front of her. "Jeannie?" I asked softly, "Can I get you anything?" She pulled her hands away from her face. I was surprised by her swollen eyes as I noticed them for the first time; it appeared as though she had been crying for some time. "Katie, I'm really sorry." She repeated. "I know Aidan loves...loved me..." Her chest hitched in a sob. "...and I know I broke his heart. It was my fault...well mostly my fault, my fault and that fucking cunt Karli!" The venom with which she spat Karli's name took me by surprise and I quickly leaned back and fell on my butt. Evidently, that broke the spell and Jeannie started giggling. I felt like a fool, and started giggling also. "Well," I said, struggling back onto my knees, "Alrighty, then. Do you want to tell me what's going on?" I got up off of my knees and sat next to her on the couch. She looked sad again and tears started rolling down her cheeks. "I...I..." Her chest hitched and she sobbed and looked so pathetic that I scooted over and took her in my arms. She surprised me again by throwing herself into my embrace. Her face was buried in my chest when she started speaking. "After I left Aidan, everything was peaceful and beautiful and loving between Karli and me for the longest time. Then after a while, I noticed her getting grumpy with me. I know it's kind of a funny word to describe a girl, but I've thought about it and grumpy best describes her mood most of the time." She paused and looked up at me, it felt like she needed to reassure herself that I was paying attention. "When she would get over it, it would be like it was, since we were kids. We'd giggle and laugh and hold hands, cuddle and make love." She giggled, "Not that we made love as kids...but you know what I mean." I nodded, but didn't speak. Her face was buried in my chest again. "Anyway," she continued, "we'd be OK for a couple of weeks and then Grumpy Karli would be back. After a while, the grumpy phases got longer and grumpier and we started fighting. She picked on what I was wearing. She picked on my hair. She picked on what I would order, for myself, when we went out for dinner. If we went to a club, she'd make fun of the way I'd dance and then go dance with some other girl. I'd see her in the crowd, then she'd be gone and then she'd be back. All of the other girls knew I was Karli's girl and they stayed away like I had the plague." "Then she'd come back and grab her shit and say, 'Let's go,' and barely look at me. We didn't make love and she would barely look at me when we were together. We did that a bunch of times and then one Friday night she said she was going out alone. I asked what I was supposed to do and she looked at me and said with a sneer, 'Whatever.' Then she was gone. She kept going alone and she'd always come home late. I'd had all I could take, so I tried going out by myself to a club last weekend and one of the other girls came up and said, 'You'd better not let Karli catch you out alone, she'll kick your ass. She's made it very clear that you're her property. Get along home now, you little piece of fluff.' I didn't even know what that meant." She looked up at my face and giggled, "I do now, though. When she came home I asked her why she thought I was her property. She looked at me and said, 'Because you are, you dumb little cunt. You'll do what I want when I want, 'cause I own that pretty little ass.' I was stunned." "Then tonight...uhh...last night...uhh...whatever, she went out and as she left she told me to take a bath and be dressed 'Real pretty', her words, and she'd have a surprise for me when she got home. So I did what I was asked...told...and took a bath, shaved, got dressed in a pretty, sexy little nightgown. I sat on the couch waiting...I suppose like a good little piece of fluff, it got late and I fell asleep. I heard the front door open and there was Karli and she wasn't alone. She had two of the more butchy girls from one of the clubs with her. The biggest one grabbed me and started dragging me towards the bedroom. 'Come on fluff, we're gonna paaaaarrrrrtttttaaayyyy!' I dug in my heels and said, 'The hell we are, get the fuck offa me!' I pulled away from her and we both looked at Karli. The butch said, 'What the fuck, Karli? You said she'd be up for this! I like my fluff submissive, but I ain't no rapist!' I looked at Karli, 'You said I'd fuck this woman? How dare you? I'll fuck who I please when I please and I'm not fucking her. Who the fuck do you think you are?' Karli got this evil grin on her face and said, 'I'm your mistress, get in that room and fuck Ruthie, right now!' I just said no and Karli took a threatening step towards me. I stepped back, I was really, really scared. Then, shockingly, Ruthie stepped between Karli and me. 'Stop right there, Karli. She said no and that's it as far as I'm concerned. You will leave her alone.' She turned to me, 'You got anywhere to go, fluff?' That's another thing; she didn't even know my name." Aidan and Katie Ch. 05 "I said, 'I don't know.' She said, 'You'd better leave, fluff, because I don't think Karli is gonna be too pleased with you after this. I'll keep you safe until you've got some clothes and shit, OK?' She stayed while I packed my suitcases and helped me get it all to the car. When I was ready to leave, I kissed her on the cheek and said, 'Thank you, Ruthie, I don't know what I'd have done if she'd have brought somebody that wasn't as sweet, kind and nice as you home with her. My name is Jeannie Cunningham; maybe sometime we can meet under better circumstances.' Ruthie had big eyes and touched her cheek and said, 'Sure thing, fluff.' Then she grinned. I got in my car and started driving. I started crying and shaking as I realized what could have happened to me and I got scared all over again. I couldn't think of where to go and then I remembered that Aidan had moved in with you, so I came over here." Jeannie pulled away from me and stood up. "I'm sorry to have interrupted your sleep; I'll go to a motel." I sighed, looking at the clock; it was after three. "No, you won't. There's a perfectly good bed in there, that's where Aidan slept. You can crash there until you figure out what you're going to do. I'll help you get your luggage in. Come on." I went out with Jeannie trailing me. "Katie, you don't have to do this." "I noticed that you're still using your married name. So, as far as I'm concerned, you're still a Cunningham." I said, "So, you're still family." I heard a sniffle behind me and turned around. Jeannie was standing there crying. "Thank you Katie. I was feeling like I had no-one, especially after you said that Aidan had moved on." I wrapped her in my arms, holding her while she sobbed. "I'm sorry I said that about Aidan, he's the best man I've ever known, next to your dad of course." That made me smile. "It's OK, sweetie, you've had a rough night." I said as soothingly as I could. "I'm sorry for slapping you." "No," she mumbled into my shoulder, "I deserved it." "OK," I said, "let's get your stuff into the apartment." We carried it all into what was now, apparently, her room. She sat down on the bed and started crying again. I sat beside her. "Now what?" "All of my stuff is at her house and I'm afraid that she'll destroy it." Jeannie mumbled. I sighed, "Look, tomorrow's Saturday. I'll get ahold of Aidan first thing in the morning and have he and Daddy help us, OK?" Her eyes were huge. "You think Aidan'll help me?" "You were married to him for five years, what do you think?" I nudged her with my elbow. She hung her head, "He'll help, even though I don't deserve it." "Well," I giggled, "I'm not going to argue that and neither will he." I stood up, "I'm going to bed." Jeannie looked up at me with big, sad puppy eyes, "Do you hafta?" I frowned, "What do you mean?" Jeannie blushed, "I haven't slept alone since the night before Aidan and I got married. Could I sleep with you, tonight? Pleeeeeze! I won't bother you; I'll keep to my side. I don't wanna sleep alone." She sounded like a small child. I sighed, "I suppose. Get changed and come in when you're ready." She hopped up and jerked her coat off. "I'm ready now." She obviously hadn't changed when she fled Karli's; she was in a pink silk and white lace camisole with matching shorts. The cami was split, making a flyaway front and the shorts were loose. I had never thought of Jeannie in a sexual manner before, she has been my sister. But, seeing her standing there in that skimpy outfit, her long brown hair tousled, her chocolate brown eyes sad, but hopeful and that killer body with the big boobs and tight ass, my thoughts were definitely not sisterly. With a jolt, I realized that I had become wet, just looking at her and my nipples had drawn to attention. This was not good. I coughed, "Uhhh, OK." I then spun on my heel and headed toward my bedroom. I got in there and the right side was messed up from my interrupted sleep, the left side pristine. "Uhhh, yours is the left." I turned toward the bed. "OK," came her response. "I gotta go to the bathroom first." I pointed, unable to trust my voice. I climbed in bed. Even though I slept on the right side of the bed, I normally laid on my left side facing in. I knew that would be a bad thing, given the way my body had reacted to Jeannie's clothing and body. So, I lay on my right side and closed my eyes. I feared that sleep would not come easily. That thought worsened when I felt Jeannie crawl smoothly into bed and after a moment felt her lips on my shoulder. "Thank you Katie, you're an angel," Jeannie's lips were at my ear, her breath soft and then she was gone. "Goodnight," came quietly from the other side of the bed. "Goodnight." I answered. I closed my eyes, knowing sleep wouldn't come easily or soon, because of the beautiful creature that was inches from me. I had obviously fallen asleep at some point, because I awoke, remarkably still on my left side, but warmly ensconced in Jeannie's arms. Somehow, not only was her right arm draped over me with her hand cupping my left breast, she had gotten her left arm under me and was cupping my right breast. Her bountiful breasts were crushed into my back and I could feel every delicious inch of them. My nipples were hard in her palms, but no harder than hers in my back. As much as I knew this was wrong, I also had missed close contact with another person, so I lay motionless and absorbed the feelings which I was experiencing. Soon, though, nature began insisting that I answer its call. I stretched, hoping that Jeannie would awaken enough to withdraw. I didn't want to startle her and embarrass her, thinking that if I played enough of a possum, she could pull away, thinking that I didn't know that she was groping me. Either I hadn't moved enough, or she didn't care, or she was really out because her grip didn't change. My bathroom situation was rapidly growing more urgent, so I decided to just slide away from Jeannie and if she was embarrassed, so be it. I slipped out of her grip and stood up beside the bed. I turned to look at her and to my surprise; she was smiling shyly at me, a little blush on her cheeks. I stared for a moment and then went into the bathroom. I used the bathroom, brushed my teeth, washed my face, looked into the mirror and asked myself, 'She's your brother's ex-wife, Katie, are you serious?' I just shook my head. I didn't have an answer. When I went back into the bedroom, fortunately I didn't have to try and answer that question immediately, Jeannie had gotten up. I walked over and looked at the clock, it was a little after eight. I hoped Aidan was up. His phone rang a couple of times before he picked up. "Hey, sweetie, what's up?" I took a deep breath. "Uhhh, Aidan, I uhhh..." I hesitated. He laughed, "Come on Katie, it can't be that bad, can it?" I decided to try and make a joke out of it. "I kinda picked up a stray last night and I need your help, Baby Bro." "Uh-oh," he said and I could hear the smile in his voice "sounds ominous. I have to assume that the stray is of the human variety, am I right?" 'Here goes.' I thought. "Yeah, you're right, sweet, kind, Baby Bro." He laughed out loud, "Oh man, this must be bad." It was time to stop stalling, "For you, it is," I said just as Jeannie walked back into my bedroom her eyes huge, "it's Jeannie." There was dead silence on the phone. 'Damn the clear cell phone signals.' I thought. I wasn't sure he hadn't hung up. "Aidan? Are you still there?" He sighed, it sounded resigned, not angry. "That bitch Karli ran her out, didn't she?" I decided simple was best. "Yes." "You need me to help get her shit out of Karli's place, don't you?" He said softly. "Yes," I repeated. "Today?" He asked with equal softness. "I think it would be best, Jeannie's worried Karli will trash her stuff, if she hasn't already." I said. There was silence for a moment, a deep sigh and then, "OK, Elle and I will be by in about a half hour. I'll call Dad and Dave to get their help. I'll ask Dave to call his buddy Clark. Do you remember Clark? He's a DPD cop and hopefully he can swing by. I don't know if Karli will cause trouble, but having a cop there will help squash any problems. Is that OK?" "It's great, Aidan, I'm sure Jeannie will appreciate it. Thank you." I said. "You're welcome, we'll see you in a few, love you." Aidan said. "Love you, too." I said and hung up. I turned to look at Jeannie. "Aidan and Elle will be here in about a half hour. I wouldn't be dressed like that when they get here. I think Elle would kick your ass." Jeannie laughed, "You're probably right." She ran over and hugged me. "Thank you, you really are an angel." She got up on her tiptoes and kissed me on the lips, giggled and then ran out, blushing. I wasn't sure what to make of Jeannie. I put on a pair of jeans, an old sweatshirt and sneakers. I had just gotten done with some coffee when the doorbell rang. I opened it and there were Elle and Aidan. Elle hugged me then took Aidan's hand in hers possessively before Aidan kissed me on the cheek and then stood back and raised an eyebrow. "Aidan," I said, "After hearing her story, I couldn't turn her away. I needed to help." He shook his head, grinning. "OK." Jeannie came in, dressed similarly to me. She walked up beside me and slipped her hand into mine. I looked down at it, and then up at her. I wish I had had a camera right then. Elle and Aidan saw it and their eyes were huge and their mouths, slack. The expression on Elle's face was the most clear. She realized she didn't need to worry about fighting off Jeannie. It was clear that there was something else at play here. I had been feeling something since Jeannie showed up last night and the recognition on Elle's face confirmed it for me. Elle stepped away from Aidan and touched Jeannie's cheek where it was bruised and swollen from where I had slapped her. Jeannie flinched until she saw the compassion in Elle's eyes. "Did Karli do that to you?" I know I turned bright red. "No, I did." Jeannie hung her head and Aidan and Elle's heads snapped around to look at me. Jeannie said, "But, I deserved it. I said something not very nice and Katie straightened me out. Without hurting your feelings by repeating the trash that came out of my mouth, I owe you both an apology. I am very sorry. Aidan, I am especially sorry for what I did to you last year." Tears that had been forming in her eyes began tumbling down her cheeks and she turned her face into my shoulder. Elle peeled Jeannie away from my shoulder and wrapped her in her arms. "It's OK. For one thing, if you hadn't done what you did, Aidan and I wouldn't be together, so it's worked out for us. We forgive you, don't we, Aidan?" Aidan sighed and smiled wryly, "Uh, sure." Elle reached back and smacked him and he just grinned. Aidan looked at his phone, "Hey, we need to get going. I asked Dave and Dad to meet us at Karli's in about a half hour. I'm pretty sure Clark is gonna be there, too, so we shouldn't be late." Jeannie and I got our stuff together and walked out front. Elle was driving Aidan's truck and Aidan was driving the Lincoln. I looked at Aidan and he said, "Dave is borrowing a truck from work and I figure between my truck, the Lincoln and Dave's truck we can get all of Jeannie's shit. I still have the storage unit and I'm sure that we can get whatever we need into it. Elle is going to drive my truck and Jeannie is gonna ride with her. Katie, I want you with me." 'Uh-oh.' I thought. I glanced at Jeannie and she looked a little panicked. I grinned at her and shrugged. I got in the Lincoln with Aidan. He just glanced at me at first and started driving. He didn't need to make sure that Elle was with him, he knew Jeannie could direct her. After we got out of the apartment complex, he turned and glanced at me again. "OK," he said, "spill, what the fuck is going on?" He didn't seem angry, just aggravated. "Honestly," I said, "I'm not sure. Last night I actually told her to get out after I slapped her. But, she collapsed to the floor and cried so pathetically that I had to hear her story. I'll give you the short version. Things had gotten bad between her and Karli...so bad that Karli actually tried to pimp Jeannie out to a butch last night." I was watching Aidan's eyes and he turned to look at me, his eyes wide. "No shit? Karli actually did that?" I nodded my head, "Yep. But, Jeannie refused to go along. It started to get ugly and the butch helped Jeannie out of there. Apparently, the butch is a very moral, sweet woman who was misled about Jeannie's participation. She protected Jeannie while she got packed and into the car. I listened to all of this and decided that Jeannie needed help. That's all there is to it." Aidan smiled, "Really, that's all there is?" I felt my face get red and Aidan started laughing. "Come on, spill the rest of it." I took a deep breath. "Jeannie begged to sleep in my bed last night." Aidan raised his eyebrow and grinned. I slugged him. "What?" He tried to act innocent. "She said she hadn't slept alone since the night before you guys got married." I explained. He thought about it for a moment. "That's probably true. So what'd you do?" I looked down and blushed, "I let her sleep with me." "Really!" He said. I slugged him again. "Not like that you dick." "What?" He grinned. I just glared at him. "She slept on her side and I slept on my side." Then my blush response gave me away. "Annnnnd?" He was grinning like an idiot. I sighed, defeated. "When I woke up, she had her arms wrapped around me and she was holding my boobs." I buried my face in my hands. "But, I did nothing about it." "Uh-huh." He said, still grinning. Then he softened, "But did you want to?" I sat very still for a moment, and then I nodded. "There is something so very vulnerable about her. It's just...just...so exciting. She's hot, no she's smokin' hot, she's sweet and I think she likes me. It's crazy, she's your ex, and she hurt you terribly. I should hate her, but I can't. I have been aroused since she got to my place last night. I feel like I'm betraying you." Aidan reached over and took my hand. "Sissie, look at me." I looked up at him. "I told Elle when I proposed that everything that I experienced in my life up to that point led me to her and I truly believe that. I believe that I had to experience Jeannie's betrayal to appreciate Elle's rock solid loyalty. I had to experience your love to appreciate that Elle loves me more than anybody else, because you love me more than everybody but Elle. Maybe, Jeannie had to betray me to find her way to you, to your unbelievable capacity for love, to your rock solid loyalty. Maybe she had to experience Karli's deception and betrayal to appreciate your capacity for love and loyalty." I looked away when I felt tears running down my cheeks. Then Aidan asked me to look at him again. "Sissie, give yourself a chance, you deserve to be happy. Just let this thing with Jeannie, whatever it is, run wherever it's gonna run." "What about Mom and Dad?" I asked. "They'll be happy, if you're happy." He said. "You know that." "But won't it be weird?" I looked out the window. "I mean, if this works out and I bring Jeannie to Thanksgiving and Christmas." I could hear the smile in Aidan's voice, "Probably, but then we'll all get used to it." We pulled up in front of Karli's apartment. Dad and Dave were leaning up against a DPD cruiser with a cop who I assumed was Clark. We got out and Elle and Jeannie pulled up behind us. Elle walked into an embrace with Aidan, he whispered something in her ear and Jeannie slipped her hand into mine. Dad raised an eyebrow when he saw that, but didn't say a word. Dave introduced everyone and between Jeannie and me, we told the story. Clark stood there for a minute, thinking. "OK, here it is, if this Karli woman says that everything in the apartment is hers, I can't do anything about it. It's basically your word against hers. It becomes a civil matter." Jeannie slumped and looked crestfallen. "But, there are irreplaceable family heirlooms in there." Clark smiled. "Look, to tell the truth, most of the time, when they see the uniform, they don't fight very hard. Let's just go to the door and see what happens." Clark knocked on the door and after hearing some rustling inside, Karli answered the door. Her eyes got big when she saw the uniform and then her eyes narrowed when she saw Jeannie. Jeannie saw the venom in Karli's eyes and she shrank behind me. She said, "Whatever this bitch told you are a bunch of lies. I never laid a finger on her." Clark smiled, "She never said you did anything to her. She does, however, want her things and is concerned that you will not want to let them out of your apartment." Karli glared at Jeannie and said, "She took all of her shit when she left last night." Clark continued to smile, "Are you sure, Ma'am?" Karli scowled and started to say something and then a burly woman walked up behind her. "Hello officer, I'm Ruthie and I think that Karli misunderstood the question. Didn't you, Karli?" Karli scowled and stomped away. Ruthie looked at Jeannie and said, "You've found some friends, haven't you?" Jeannie smiled at her but didn't move. Ruthie looked at me. "Maybe a special friend? Good for you fluff. Won't you please come in?" Clark looked at Ruthie and said, "If things are going to be OK here, I'm gonna take off." He handed Ruthie his card. "I appreciate your help; if there is anything I can ever do for you, please call me. My cell phone is on the card." Ruthie smiled at him, "Thank you Officer Taylor. I'll make sure everything stays calm here." Clark tipped his hat to Jeannie and left. Ruthie looked at me and then glanced at Jeannie. "Fluff? Who's your fluff here?" I laughed, peeling my and away from Jeannie's death grip. "I'm Katie Cunningham and you are Ruthie...?" She grinned huge, "I'm Ruthie Cox." She paused for effect, I'm sure. "Ironic, ain't it?" I laughed and released her hand, at which point Jeannie grabbed my hand again. "Yeah, a little." I stepped closer to Ruthie, Jeannie trailing along. I whispered, "Thank you for being so kind to Jeannie, I don't know what she'd have done with anybody who would have taken advantage of her. She's so small, she could hardly fight back." Ruthie stepped back and looked at me. "I was kiddin' Jeannie about finding a special friend. Buuuut, are you two...?" I smiled, "No, Jeannie's my ex-sister and she came to my place looking for my brother, her ex, and she was so upset I couldn't turn her away." I turned and looked at Jeannie. She was huddled up beside me, looking very nervous. Ruthie looked at Jeannie, "Fluff? Could you give Katie and me a minute here?" Jeannie looked scared but said, "OK, I'll tell the guys what needs to go." Then she giggled, "But, I'll bet Aidan already knows." She squeezed my hand and went to find Aidan. When Jeannie was out of earshot, Ruthie turned to me. "Look, I just got pulled into the middle of this last night by accident, and it's really none of my business, but, Jeannie seems like a good kid and I'd hate to see her get hurt. I'm getting' a vibe from you that you're gay, and I'd kinda like to know what's goin' on." She didn't actually glare at me, but her look was very stern. I smiled at her. "You're right, I am gay. You're also right that it's none of your business, but I understand and appreciate where you're coming from. Quite frankly, I'm not sure what's going on between us. For the last year I have pretty much hated Jeannie for what she and Karli did to my baby brother. But, last night, she was so scared, so vulnerable and so lost, that I saw something else in her, something that was there when she married my brother. Because of what happened to her last night with Karli, I think she saw for the first time what she did to Aidan. She is truly remorseful and she was as sweet as she could be last night. She was still so scared when she got to my house that she asked to sleep with me." Aidan and Katie Ch. 05 Ruthie grinned and raised an eyebrow. I slapped her arm and she laughed. "No, not like that." I grinned. "When I woke up, she was snuggled up to me and it has been some time for me and I kinda liked it." I blushed and Ruthie grinned. "Since we got up she hasn't been more than five feet from me...well, until we rode over here in separate vehicles and now, but you know what I mean. What's going to happen for now is that she's welcome to stay in my spare bedroom until she gets her feet back under her. Beyond that..." Ruthie smiled and then wrapped me up in a big bear hug. She startled me and I laughed nervously. "You're a good person." Ruthie said and kissed me on the cheek. "I hope it works out for you two pieces of fluff. I can tell you're a fluff that likes fluffs, but if you ever want to see what the other side is like, give me a call." We exchanged cell phone numbers, not because I wanted to walk on the wild side, but because I thought she was a very nice person and I wanted to be friends. We went to find the others and found them in the kitchen. Jeannie saw me and hurried over and grabbed my hand. Dad looked up and shook his head. Aidan and Dave were taking the table out. Elle had a chair and so did Dad. I looked at Jeannie, "We need to grab a chair each, OK?" Jeannie looked sadly at our hands and then nodded. We grabbed the chairs and carried them out to the truck. When we set the chairs down, Jeannie grabbed my hand again. She leaned toward me and said, "We need to go in the bedroom so I can get my jewelry, OK? I can't believe that I forgot it last night. Please don't leave me." The look in her eyes melted my heart; it was so vulnerable and scared. "Don't worry, I won't." I assured her, squeezing her hand. "Let's go find Ruthie first." We walked back into the apartment. "Ruthie? We need to get into the bedroom to get Jeannie's jewelry." Ruthie said, "Hang on." She walked into the bedroom. There were loud voices and then Karli stormed out of the bedroom and then out of the front door. Ruthie came out shaking her head and laughing and she waved us in. Jeannie got her jewelry box and looked through it. She looked up and me and there were tears in her eyes. "My engagement ring and my grandmother's wedding set are gone. Everything else is here, though." I turned to look at Ruthie and she was already headed out of the bedroom at a dead run. She was back in about ten minutes. She walked up to the dresser and got in the third drawer and reached in the back. She rooted around and then stood up. She walked over to Jeannie and asked her to open her hand. Ruthie dropped all of the rings into Jeannie's hand. There were tears streaming down Jeannie's cheeks and Jeannie flung herself at Ruthie, hugging the burly woman around the neck. "Watch it, fluff," Ruthie laughed, "I might get the wrong idea." Jeannie kissed her on the cheek, "Thank you, Ruthie, I can never repay you enough for getting my grandmother's rings back." "Well, fluff," Ruthie grinned, "A home cooked meal with you and your fluff will do quite nicely." Jeannie blushed and looked at me, questioningly. "I think that could be arranged." I said. "Do you like beef stroganoff?" Jeannie looked at me, "Mom's, uhhh, Maddie's stroganoff?" I nodded. She looked at Ruthie, "You'll love it. Please come." Ruthie smiled, "OK. Could I bring a guest?" Jeannie looked at me, I nodded and she said, "As long as it isn't, Karli, sure." Ruthie smiled, "No, it's not Karli, after today, I'm not sure I'll ever see her again. It's another piece of fluff who is just a friend, but I would like her to be more. I really like her and maybe, if she sees that I have friends that aren't like me, she'll see me as more than a friend." By the time Ruthie finished, she looked very sad. Jeannie and I both hugged her. "I could get used to this." Then she was smiling again. Jeannie led me into the back bedroom and there were stacks and stacks of boxes. "This is all of my stuff." She said, "We need to get this all out. The guys need to get the bed and dressers." We grabbed boxes and told the guys about the bed. Jeannie, Ruthie and I moved the boxes out to Aidan's truck and the Lincoln while they broke down the bed and moved the dressers. In about another hour we had all of the stuff loaded up. Jeannie grabbed my hand and walked up to Ruthie. "I cannot thank you enough for saving me last night and everything you've done today." Jeannie hugged Ruthie again and Ruthie grinned and took advantage of the situation by groping Jeannie's fine, fine ass. Jeannie just giggled. "You're so bad." "Hey, you said you owed me," Ruthie laughed, "I figured a little grope would be a start on payback." Ruthie kissed Jeannie on top of her head. "You be careful, and you guys be good to one another." Ruthie walked back into the apartment and closed the door. We walked back to the trucks. Jeannie said, "OK, Aidan, what now?" Aidan scratched his head. "Let's just get all of this stuff to the storage unit. I'd rather be done with it today." "OK," Jeannie said. "Could I ride with Katie this time?" Aidan smiled, "Sure, I've got room." Dad said, "No, I'd like the girls to ride with me." Jeannie turned and looked at me with huge eyes. I squeezed her hand to reassure her. I had a feeling I knew what this was about and I thought we should face it together. I had never come out to my parents and I thought I was about to do just that. We got in Dad's car. Jeannie didn't want to let go, so we got in the back seat. We had been in the car for a couple of minutes before Dad spoke. "So, Katie..." He just paused. "Yeah, Dad?" I wasn't going to hide anything, but I wasn't volunteering. "Uhh, are you, uhh, are you..." He stopped again and I had to reconsider the not volunteering. "Dad, are you trying to ask if I'm gay?" I bailed him out. He just nodded, looking back at me in the mirror. "Yes, I am." I said, "I haven't been hiding it, but I don't announce it either." "Then why didn't you tell your Mom and me?" He asked. "Because you never asked," I said, "If you had asked me that question five or ten years ago I would've told you, then." "Oh," he said. "Soooo, what's up with you two?" I started to answer and Jeannie squeezed my hand. "Last night, I needed help and was looking for Aidan, Mr. Cunningham. I..." Dad interrupted, "Jeannie, I told you years ago, either Mike or Dad. If you're not comfortable with Dad, then call me Mike. But from what I'm seeing here, you might as well keep calling me Dad." His eyes twinkled as he spoke. Jeannie smiled, "OK, Dad. Anyway, I needed help and was looking for Aidan. The last that I knew, he was living at Katie's, so I went there. I said some not very nice things; Katie slapped me and told me to get out. I collapsed; I was a little hysterical and asked Katie for help. As sweet as she is, she listened and she helped me. She's truly an angel. I don't know what's going on between us, but I feel something for her, something that I've never felt before. Even though I loved Aidan with all my heart, this is different. This feels comfortable, right somehow." I was looking at her dumbfounded as she looked down and blushed. Then she turned her head and smiled shyly at me. I smiled back and squeezed her hand. She blushed again and just held my gaze. "Geez, you two," we heard from the front seat, "get a room." "Daaaadddd!" We screeched simultaneously. He just laughed. "Now Katie, believe me, I'm happy for you, you've been alone for far too long." Jeannie took that as her clue to snuggle up to me. My phone buzzed, it was Aidan; he was following us. "What are you thinking, snuggling up together with Dad in the front seat?" I giggled, "Gee, I don't know, he just told us to get a room." "Whaaaattt?!?!" he shouted. I was laughing as I was hanging up on him. Dad slowed down and let Aidan pass as we approached the storage unit. Aidan pulled to the side, pressed the code and dad drove in, then Aidan repeated the action for Dave and Elle and then drove in himself. About an hour later we were headed home. Dad asked if we wanted to go home with him for dinner. I looked at Jeannie and she shook her head no. "Dad, I think we're beat," I said, "I think we want to go home." Jeannie squeezed my hand when I said home. Dad said, hesitantly, "Could we go to our house..." and he paused. "You want me to tell Mom tonight, don't you?" I asked. He nodded, his eyes pleading. I sighed, not truly prepared for that conversation. "OK, take us to your house." I thought Jeannie was going to break my hand; the pressure from her squeezing me was so great. I looked at her, "Relax, it'll be OK." "But, your mom hates me." She whispered; the expression on her face, miserable. I grinned at her, "Hate might be a little strong. But, if we," I squeezed her hand, "are going anywhere, you're going to have to face her sooner or later. We might as well get it out of the way now." Jeannie nodded, although it looked as though she were going to cry. Dad said, "Jeannie, it's OK. You know Maddie's bark is worse than her bite. Well, a little anyway." I said, "Nice, Dad thanks." He just laughed. Jeannie rolled her eyes at me and said, "It's always been obvious to me where Aidan gets it." I shook my head, "Yeah, no shit." Dad was still laughing as we pulled into the driveway. He climbed out and walked to the front door. I opened the door and started to get out but Jeannie didn't move. She held tight to my hand and sat stock still. I settled back in and said, "Jeannie?" She had tears tumbling down her cheeks. "I-I-I know y-y-you s-s-said it would b-b-be O-O-OK, b-b-but..." she took a deep breath to calm herself, "...but I'm scared. Your mom is gonna yell at me. She hates me and she'll throw me out and I don't want to come between you and your mom." She sobbed. "I don't want to l-lose you. If you gotta choose, you're gonna choose your mom." She threw her arms around my neck. "I know we just kinda found each other yesterday, but I feel something, I don't know what it is, but I know you feel it too. Please don't make me do this, not yet." I looked out at dad; he was standing on the front porch with his hands held palm up, like 'What the hell?' I put one forefinger up, asking him to wait. "Jeannie, listen to me." I said softly in her ear. "If you want to try and make a go of this, whatever it is, we're going to have to learn to trust each other. I'm asking you to trust me on this. I know my mom can be scary, but if she thinks that we're serious, she'll welcome you back. Maybe not with open arms right away, but enough that you'll be welcome. Please trust me." She sobbed again, but nodded. I kissed her on her cheek and liked the way her soft skin felt under my lips. She pulled back and smiled shyly. "I'll be good; I'll try, but..." She stopped. I looked at her, "But what?" "I want a real kiss." She grinned. "Now?" I said incredulously. She nodded and grinned again. "You want our first kiss to be in front of my dad?" I was just blown away. "Trust me," She mocked me and the shy, sexy smile was back. The thought flickered through the back of my head that shy; sexy smile was probably going to mean real trouble for me. I melted every time I saw it. She let go of my hand and wrapped her arms around me. Her soft lips met mine and I was lost. All I could feel or think about was how good her small, tight, body felt in my arms and how soft and utterly kissable her lips were. I didn't even realize that I had closed my eyes until Jeannie pulled away. I opened my eyes and looked into her smiling brown eyes. "I'm ready, let's go." She whispered before kissing me on the cheek. She slid out of the other side of the car and I was stunned and just sat there. She came around and grabbed my hand. "Come on Katie." I looked at her and then my dad. He looked at stunned as I was. I slid out of the car and Jeannie snuggled up to my side. I looked back at her and she said, "I can face anything with you at my side." I felt like I was in a movie. I was completely off balance. Her kiss had touched me somewhere deep inside and I was totally disoriented. I had never felt like this before. Not with Julie, not with Aidan, not with Elle. Whatever small flicker I had been feeling had ignited into an inferno with the kiss. We got to the door and dad looked at me quizzically, and I just looked at him helplessly. We both looked at Jeannie and the shy smile was back. Dad opened the door and Jeannie squeezed my hand harder and wrapped her other hand around my arm. She was obviously bracing herself for what she anticipated as a coming storm. We walked through the door and Mom walked out, looking at the towel that she was using to wipe off her hands. "Mike, what took so long? I heard the car..." She looked up, saw Jeannie and she stopped walking and talking. I saw her eyes flick to my right hand and arm where Jeannie was holding on as though her life depended on it. I also saw recognition dawn in her eyes. She walked up to me and kissed me on the cheek. "Hi, sweetie; how are you?" "I'm good, Mom." I said. She turned and looked at Dad, "Mike, why don't you go start the grill. I think we're gonna have steak. I want to talk to the girls." Dad looked at me sympathetically before retreating to the back yard. "Why don't we sit down," Mom said indicating the couch. She sat opposite us in the love seat. Jeannie and I sat and waited. I knew that Mom had something to say, so we were going to wait her out. She looked between us several times, her eyes flickering to our hands. She finally spoke. "OK, what's going on you two?" I took a deep breath. "Mom, I'm gay." She rolled her eyes. "Katherine, do you really think I don't know that? I'm insulted that you thought I could be that big of an idiot." Eloquence had escaped me. "Huh? Mom, how..." "Well, duh!" she smiled, "Katie, you haven't brought a man home since your senior prom. Plus, I've never seen anybody go into a depression like you did after their roommate moved out." "So why didn't you ask?" I said. "I figured if it was important to you that you would tell me." She said. "Oh," was all I had. She smiled and repeated her earlier question, "OK, what's going on you two?" Jeannie squeezed my hand and I took a deep breath. "Long story short, Karli got really weird on Jeannie last night. Jeannie ran and came to my place looking for Aidan." Mom interrupted me, "Did Karli give you that shiner, Jeannie?" I blushed, "No, I did." "Katherine Rose Cunningham! What were you thinking?!? We taught you better than that!" Mom was furious. She softened and turned to Jeannie, "Jeannie are you OK?" Jeannie said. "Don't yell at her, it was my fault and I deserved it." Then she started crying. Mom was startled, "Does it hurt that badly, sweetie?" Jeannie shook her head, but didn't say anything. Mom came over and knelt in front of Jeannie. She touched Jeannie's cheek and asked, "Then what is it, baby?" Jeannie started sobbing and threw herself into me. I said softly, "Jeannie, what's wrong?" "After what I did," she mumbled, "you guys are being too nice to me." I looked at Mom and she shrugged and so did I. She reached over and pulled on Jeannie's shoulders. "Jeannie, come here. Come to Mom." Mom said softly. Jeannie sat up and looked at Mom, who had gone back to the love seat and was sitting there with open arms. She looked back at me and I nodded. Jeannie slipped into Mom's arms and started crying again. "I'm so sorry," Jeannie sobbed, "I hurt Aidan, I hurt Dad and I hurt you. All of you guys accepted me without question and I let that lunatic bitch break us up." She repeated, "I'm so sorry." Mom glanced at me and then leveled her gaze at Jeannie. "I only have one question, Jeannie." I saw Jeannie stiffen. "Are you going to hurt us again?" Jeannie sat up. "What do you mean?" Mom smiled thinly at her. "I see you holding Katie's hand, I see the way you look at her and I remember seeing you look first at Aidan and then Karli like that. Who's next? Are you going to break Katie's heart and hurt us all again? Aidan, Dad and Katie dropped everything to help you today and I assume that they did it without question. I want to know your intentions." Jeannie sat for a moment before she pulled herself together. She sat up straight and said firmly and plainly, "I don't know what is going on with Katie. I don't know what's going to happen. I do know that I feel something with and for Katie that I have never felt in my life before. I do know that she's an angel. I thought I loved Aidan with all my heart and maybe I did at the time, but this feels different somehow, special. I can't say that we're going to be together forever or even through next week, but I will not do anything to hurt her. I can't control if we're not yet in love or don't ever fall in love, but I can say that I won't let anybody get between us. I promise you that." Jeannie got up and sat down next to me, grabbing my hand. "I'll do all of that if Katie wants to try with us. But if she doesn't, I'll be out of her life and yours as soon as I can find somewhere to live." They both looked at me. I simply leaned over and kissed Jeannie, her soft lips tripping my trigger again. I moaned lightly and quickly sat back up before I embarrassed all three of us. Mom smiled and got up, "That's good enough for me. Jeannie, Katie, you guys be happy. I'll have Dad throw the steaks on the grill. I'm gonna make a salad." Jeannie looked at me and just blinked. "That's it? I thought she was gonna chew my ass! What just happened?" "Obviously, Mom saw and heard everything she needed to hear." I smiled and brought her hand to my lips and kissed it gently. "Everything will be OK, baby." I took her other hand in mine and swiveled to face her. "I want to take this slowly. A lot has happened in the last..." I turned to look at the clock, "...twelve hours. I want us to know each other again, to like each other again to be comfortable with each other again." I paused as tears started to trickle down her cheeks. "I want to be able to talk without you feeling guilty and crying. I want to be together when it's right for us, not when our bodies are just crying out in lust. I want what Aidan and Elle and Mom and Dad have. I want happily ever after. The tingling I feel in the pit of my stomach when I look at you makes me believe that we can have that. I don't want to ruin the possibility by rushing anything. I am not impulsive, I am not impetuous and so what I am feeling for you is strange for me. I haven't had a lot of relationships and that's because I get scared and don't let a lot of people get close. I have a few times and have had my heart stomped on virtually every time. You know I'm close to my parents, I'm close to Aidan and I'm getting close to Elle. I feel like I want to be close to you, but you'll need to be patient with me." I snickered a little. "Being here, with you, like this is about the second most impulsive thing I have ever done in my life." I took her hand and placed it over my heart. "You can feel what it's doing to me, my heart is racing. I like this feeling but it scares me." Jeannie touched my face with her other hand and smiled. "What was the most impulsive thing you've ever done?" "When we're sure about us, before we make love, I'll tell you." I said softly, "Because you'll need to know, but not just yet. I don't want you to know unless we're committed to each other. I'm not embarrassed about it, but it's not something that I want as public knowledge. If we're not together I'd always worry about it." Aidan and Katie Ch. 05 "OK," she said, "You rescued me when you didn't have to. You helped me when you didn't have to. I don't think you'll ever know how much that means to me. I'll wait for you to figure out whatever you need to figure out. We'll go as slowly as you want, we'll do it your way." She smiled slowly, "Besides, I know what you're saying about the tingle in your stomach. I kinda like the one in mine and I'd like it to stay around for a while." Mom stuck her head out of the kitchen and said, "Dinner's ready. Are you guys ready?" I stood and stuck my hand out. Jeannie took it and stood up. We walked hand-in-hand to the dining room. Mom had made a nice salad and Dad was proud of the rib eyes that he had cooked on his grill. We ate mostly in silence, occasionally answering Mom and Dad's questions. Even though Jeannie had previously been part of the family for five years, this situation was different, awkward. Mom and Dad were very accepting, but there was nothing about the current situation that was conducive to easy conversation. We got done eating and Jeannie and I got up to do the dishes. Mom shooed us out and told Dad to take us home. Jeannie was holding my hand, as she had been much of the last sixteen hours, and she squeezed it again when Mom said 'home'. Jeannie and I hugged Mom and kissed her on the cheek. Mom held Jeannie and whispered something in her ear and Jeannie nodded. I looked at Jeannie and she blushed and grabbed my hand again. We walked out and Dad told us to get in the back seat. Jeannie snuggled up to me and all three of us were quiet on the ride to my townhouse. Dad got out when we got home and hugged and kissed both of us, and then he hopped in the car and took off. We stood there with Jeannie holding my hand and watched him drive away. When he was out of sight, Jeannie said, "I don't know about you, but I need a shower." I laughed, "Yeah, that sounds really good." Hand-in-hand, we walked into the townhouse. Jeannie never let go of my hand until we got to the top of the stairs. Jeannie stopped and looked at me before reluctantly parting. She walked slowly to her room looking over her shoulder at me. I didn't completely understand her actions. It wasn't like I was going anywhere, after all this was my apartment. I went in, got undressed and then climbed in the shower. The hot water cascading over my neck and shoulders was relaxing and felt terrific. I stood for a few minutes just allowing the water to drain the tension from my body. After I was totally relaxed, I started slowly washing myself and then my mind started to wander. As I washed, I thought about the fact that Jeannie and her tiny naked body was merely a few feet away from me, just on the opposite side of the wall. The tingle that I had been feeling earlier in the pit of my stomach returned. I turned, looked at the wall and placed my hand flat against it, imagining Jeannie's nude body. I shook my head; this was so unlike me, I didn't fall this quickly, for anything or anyone. I took a deep breath trying to steel myself against these feelings. After a few moments I reached down and turned the water off. Stepping out, I grabbed a towel and started drying myself off. I couldn't stop thinking of Jeannie, so near yet so far. I was determined not to give in to my hormones and do this, whatever it was, right. After I was done drying off, I realized that I was still wet in one important area of my body. Belatedly then, I thought that Jeannie would undoubtedly sleep with me again. At that thought, I realized that I needed to get some relief for my growing aroused state. I left the bathroom and glanced at the door of Jeannie's room, it was closed. I walked back and lay down on my side of the bed, my head on the pillows. I turned my head to what I was already thinking of as Jeannie's side and inhaled deeply. Even though Jeannie had only slept there one night, her scent was infused in the pillow. The wetness that I had been experiencing was enhanced by a gush. I moaned lightly as the fingers on my right hand found my clit. Stretching out a little, I wetted my fingers in my swollen, dripping pussy. I drew my left hand up and found the rock hard pebble of my nipple and squeezed gently. "Ohhhh," softly escaped my lips as the sensations built slowly within me. My fingers sped up, with no conscious thought from me. The delicious thrill of my impending release had nearly taken my breath away. I was huffing and my body was tensing as I closed my eyes. My hips rose off of the bed as my fingers flew over my clit. I was almost there when... "Katie?" I heard and then a whispered, "Oh my god!" Then I heard the door click closed. I collapsed to the bed, frustrated and shocked. I thought I had locked the door, but quite obviously hadn't. I lay there breathing heavily, unsure of what to do now. We were both sure to be embarrassed when I went downstairs. I no longer felt the arousal from earlier and knew I needed to clean up and go and face the music. I went into the bathroom and washed myself and then put my pajamas on. I really didn't want to put on pajama pants; I wanted to wear just a nightgown, but I thought it would be a bad idea. I sat on the bed for a moment and then took a deep breath. I left my bedroom, glanced at the other bedroom door, it was open and so I went downstairs. Jeannie was sitting on the couch, watching TV. "Hey," I said. She responded, "Hey," but was barely audible. "Do you want something to drink?" I asked as I walked into the kitchen. She was a little louder with her response this time. "What do you have?" I looked in the fridge. "I have some white wine, diet Pepsi, some beer, cranberry juice and orange juice. Of course I have some bottled water." Jeannie said, 'Could I have some cranberry juice?" "Sure," I said, "I was thinking the same." I poured a couple of glasses and took them out to the living room. I handed Jeannie hers and then sat down on the opposite end of the couch. Jeannie sat for a few minutes with her eyes focused on the television. Finally, she cleared her throat and said, quietly, "I'm sorry, I should have knocked." I turned and looked at her and smiled, "Yeah, you should have." Her head dropped and I saw her cheeks redden. "But, I should have locked my door, too. Let's just forget it, OK?" Almost inaudibly she responded, "But what if I don't want to forget it?" I was taking a drink and almost choked. "Wh-what d-do y-you mean?" She blushed again, "I liked what I saw. Was that because of me?" It was my turn to blush, I felt it creep up my face. Even though I didn't respond, the blush answered for me. I kept my eyes trained on the television screen. Jeannie scooted closer, "Please don't be mad at me." I turned and looked at her. "I'm not. I just don't know what to say to any of this. I want this to move slowly, you know that. I can't believe what the thought of you is doing to me." Jeannie scooted closer and I stood up, stepping away. I took a deep breath. "Please don't do that. I need to think straight and I can't do that with you near me." I couldn't look at her. Jeannie tilted her head to the side, "What do you mean, think straight?" I snorted in frustration and she giggled. "Jeannie, I really need your help if I've... we've got any hope of making this real and right. If we just jump into sex..." I blushed and turned away from her, "...no matter how attractive I find you and no matter how much my stomach churns and tingles when I look at you. I don't want and don't do flings. I want something real. If we just throw ourselves into bed, there's no way we'll ever have anything that isn't just based on sex." I walked into the kitchen and got a bottle of water. Jeannie was still sitting on the couch and she sat there looking at me. "What is it that you want Jeannie?" I asked calmly. "Do you want a quick roll in the hay, so to speak? I don't do flings but I guess I could do a one night stand. I don't want to, but I will if that's what you want. I'm going to bed; you need to decide what you want." I stopped at the stairs and turned and looked at her. "If you want a quick fuck, come to my room naked. We'll fuck, but then you'll need to be out of here inside of a week. Just make up your mind what you really want. I'll fuck your brains out and you'll be happy with it, but then you'll have to live with the fact that it'll be our only time together. I want you to think about one more thing. Even though you and Karli were lifelong best friends, your relationship ended up to be sex, just sex and nothing more. Think about how that worked out for you." I went up the stairs, turned off the lights in my room and went to bed. Honestly, I did not know what to expect. It was quiet downstairs and it had been long enough that I didn't think she was coming. I was almost asleep when I heard a noise at the door. Raising my head, I looked at the doorway. Jeannie was standing there, looking at the floor, fully dressed. "Could I still sleep with you?" She asked; her voice hushed and shaky. "I'll be good, I promise. I want to find out if we can be more than just fuck buddies. I want what your parents and Aidan and Elle have, too, I really do. But you gotta do something for me." She raised her head and looked at me, her shy, nervous smile barely visible in the low light. Warily, I said, "That depends, what is it?" "You've gotta be patient with me." She mumbled, dropping her gaze to the floor. "I realized when...I know you weren't yelling at me, but it felt like it, when you were telling me what you wanted, from, from, from us...that I have...that Karli taught me to, um, use my body, um, to uh, get what I want. She would withhold what I wanted, needed, whatever, until I would, well, uhhh, basically whore myself for her so she would give me what I wanted. I did some things I would never have done before, but I guess I drew the line at doing somebody else. I didn't make the connection between what she did with Ruthie and what she had turned me into until you, uhhh, called me out downstairs. I sat there crying when I realized what I had allowed Karli to do to me. I guess it has become second nature to me to turn that on." She paused, standing as still as stone. "Please be patient with me if I do that again. I'm not sure I'll recognize when I'm doing it. I'll try, but I don't want you to get mad if I do it." I was dumbstruck. Karli had essentially trained her to be a whore. I didn't expect any of what she said. I thought she was simply horny and wanted to get off. It didn't occur to me that she was trying to give herself to me as a gift. I didn't know what to say, so I merely pulled the covers back. She squealed, I swear to god she squealed, and raced over to the bed. "Thank you Katie," she whispered. "I'll be good." Then she kissed me on the shoulder and scooted back to the edge of the bed. "Good Night." "Good night, Jeannie." I said and rolled on my side, facing away from her. I lay there for a long, long time. I closed my eyes, but, again, sleep wouldn't come. My mind kept going over what Jeannie had said. Karli manipulated Jeannie into non-typical behavior. Jeannie didn't realize that she was being manipulated and now was confused about who she was. We were going to have a more difficult time of getting to know each other again, because I felt like I would have a hard time recognizing what was real and what was Jeannie using her skills to manipulate me. I guess I finally fell asleep because when I opened my eyes, I was on my right side facing Jeannie. She was asleep, not groping me this time, but holding both of my hands in hers. I felt badly for her because she must be feeling insecure about everything in her life. I needed to go to the bathroom, so, impulsively; I kissed Jeannie on the forehead before disengaging my hands and slipping out of bed. I looked back and Jeannie, though still with her eyes closed, had a small smile on her face. After going to the bathroom, brushing my teeth and washing my face, I went out to the kitchen and made some coffee. I sat and waited for the coffee to be done and tried to decide what to make for breakfast. I looked at the clock and it was about nine thirty. I had no idea how late Jeannie slept on the weekends, but I figured she'd be up fairly soon. The best thing to make would be French toast. I could keep it warm in the oven. I started making it and had just put the first pieces of bread on the griddle when I felt a pair of arms slide around my waist. Jeannie's head lay against my back, between my shoulder blades. Her tiny frame wouldn't allow anything higher than that. "Good morning," Jeannie whispered. "I felt you kiss me this morning. That was a very nice way to wake up." I felt her lips in the middle of my back and then on my shoulder. "Could I kiss something that isn't covered with pajamas?" She asked softly. I turned slowly in her arms; she barely loosened her grip enough for me to move. We were face to face. Well actually, Jeannie was face to boobs. She giggled. "I could kiss these, covered in pajamas." I frowned, "Let's not get carried away." She pouted, "Awww." But then she smiled, looking up at me. I bent and kissed her lips, her warm, soft, buttery smooth lips. It was supposed to be a little peck, a good morning kiss. It was closed mouth, but promised so much more. My eyes were open, but I had a hard time keeping them that way, they fluttered, wanting to close, my body wanting to give in. I felt it, I felt it everywhere in my body and for just a moment, I was perilously close to giving in. Through my fluttering eyelids, I saw that Jeannie had closed her eyes, but was letting them back open and I saw the twinkle. She knew what she was doing to me. I ended the kiss, but not abruptly and I slowly pulled away. Though I didn't want to fall victim to her game, I wasn't made of stone. The kiss, her lips, her tight little body felt soooo good. With difficulty, I separated from her and said, "Now that's a nice way to say good morning." She grinned and giggled and I swear she glowed. She got on her tiptoes and kissed my cheek. "I just like kissing you. I think you like it, too." I smiled, "I like it very much, but we need to be careful." She pouted, "I know," but then she grinned, impishly. "But, you can't blame a girl for trying." "Uh-huh," I said drily. She giggled, "You sounded just like Aidan." She mimicked, "Uh-huh." It was dead on and pretty funny and I laughed. That seemed to please her and she grinned. I shook my head. "Are you hungry?" The impish grin was back, "For what?" I frowned at her, "French toast and, if you want them, eggs." She thrust out her lower lip in a fake pout. "I thought you were offering something more personal." I returned her pout, a little aggravated, "I made this myself, from scratch, for you. That's pretty personal, I think." I stepped back out of her embrace and the dizzying nearness of her body. She looked startled. "I, uhh, ummm..." She blushed, embarrassed, "I'm sorry, I was just teasing, this is very nice, thank you." I smiled, "You're welcome. Do you want eggs?" She nodded. "How would you like them?" She smiled, "How do you like them?" "When I'm just eating eggs, I like them poached, but if I'm eating them with pancakes or French toast, I like them over easy." I said. "You didn't answer me, how do you like them?" "I've not had poached eggs very much, so I don't care one way or the other about them. I like mine scrambled with cheese and onions when I'm eating just eggs." She smiled. "But, like you, when I'm eating them with pancakes or French toast, I like them over easy." She grinned shyly at me, "Is this us getting to know each other again?" I grinned back, "I guess that it's part of it." That seemed to make her happy. "OK! Do you want some help?" "No, I've got it." I said, turning to the stove. "If you want juice there's some in the fridge, help yourself." "No, I don't want any," she said, "I'll set the table." About the time she found everything, I had breakfast ready. She didn't want help finding anything; she said it would help her in the long run if she looked for everything herself. She opened more drawers and cabinets than necessary, but eventually found everything she needed. We sat down at adjoining sides of the table, our knees occasionally bumping. I think some of it was intentional, but Jeannie's playfulness was fun. There was no heavy emotion underlying anything at breakfast. We talked about my job and my kids. I told about Richard and Harold and I thought she was going to spit her food across the table at my 'Little Dick' shot at Richard. "Oh god Katie, you're too funny." She put her hand on mine. "In the future though, please let me empty my mouth before you make a crack like that." I grinned, unusually pleased that she liked my story. "I'll try, but you laughed harder at that than anybody else, so I'm going to plead ignorance if you continue to laugh harder than anybody else at my stories." She grinned, "Fair enough." "So, tell me about your job, Jeannie," I said. I was genuinely interested. "I don't even know what you do." She smiled. "I am a product development manager for a software development company. I refuse to bore you with the details of what I do. In short, I talk to the client and learn what they want out of their custom designed software. Then I take that information back to the software designers and try to convey what I have learned. I do OK at this because I live in the real world, but I also speak geek." (She made air quotes around speak geek.) "I am able to communicate with both sides fairly well. The only frustration occurs when the customer doesn't make it clear what they want. I ask questions designed to get the optimum responses, but sometimes the client still manages not to be clear. It's rarely funny, just aggravating, because the first time we know there is a problem is when we deliver the first draft of the software. At that point, the client invariably says, 'That's not what I wanted.' Then they will very clearly communicate their desires. Fortunately my boss had my job before me, so she knows how it can go. I rarely get in trouble." "I know you think it's boring, but I find it fascinating that you can take a client's ideas and make something new and productive." I smiled at her. "I think it's cool." She smiled, genuine pleasure reflected on her face. "Really?" "Yes, really," I answered, reaching over to take her hand. "Don't get me wrong, I love what I do and I know that teaching is important, but I'm envious of people who are creative." She wound her fingers with mine and smiled, "I'm not creative, but I do help the creative people. Don't be envious of me, you and I do essentially the same thing. We take our knowledge and we teach what we know to others." I smiled back at her. "OK, I'll buy that. What are you planning to do today?" She blushed and looked down, "Before I tell you, I've got a question, first." I smiled, puzzled, "OK, what is it?" "Are we going to be sleeping together?" Jeannie asked, looking down at the table and blushing. The question startled me, "I, uhhh, well, ummm..." Jeannie giggled, "Not like that! I agreed to your boundaries, even though I want more. Right now, I just want to know if we need two accessible beds in the apartment. I need work space and I thought that maybe we could move the room around so that I could get a desk and reference table in there. If you don't want that, I understand, I'll just be working on the dining room table a lot." I was embarrassed, jumping to a conclusion like that. "No, it's OK. I'm sorry, I didn't mean..." Aidan and Katie Ch. 06 I was a little dazed after this latest encounter. She really was just teasing me. I realized that I needed to come up with something to get her back. I normally didn't think in these terms and that was a problem for me. I sat on the bed for a few minutes before remembering how Aidan reacted to my volleyball shorts. I grinned and went to my dresser. I pulled out the shorts and a crop top that I normally wore when I was by myself because it was way too small. Even when I was alone I wore a bra under it because I embarrassed myself with it. I pulled on the skintight, well, beyond skintight black shorts and the short, UCLA blue tee shirt. Jeannie's crop top was short, but when she stood still, her boobs were covered completely. This thing barely covered my nipples when I wasn't moving and didn't cover them at all when I was. The thought of showing myself off to Jeannie got me going again and my nipples got very hard. I brushed out my hair into a pony tail. When I raised my arms, the crop top rose above my nipples and when I let my arms back down, the hem caught on both of the hard nubs, hanging there exposing most of my boobs, before falling to mostly cover me when I moved again. I watched this process in the mirror, thinking, 'Perfect!' to myself. I bounced down the stairs, literally and figuratively, calling out to Jeannie as I reached the bottom, hoping to time a turn of her head to when I cleared the wall between stairs and the living room. 'Yessss!' I thought as I turned the corner, the shirt flipping up just as I saw Jeannie turn her head. Her eyes grew huge as she took in the sight of me, dressed so innocently, yet provocatively. Her mouth stopped, halfway open, her response dying in her throat. I watched her eyes sweep from my boobs to the tight shorts, displaying what Aidan calls a camel toe, and back to my uncovered boobs. I asked as innocently as I could, "Do you want some popcorn or something to drink?" Jeannie's mouth moved, but nothing came out, except a raspy squawk. She closed her eyes, gathered herself, opened them again widely and answered, "Uhhh sure, p-p-popcorn sounds great." "Anything to drink?" I asked as I disappeared into the kitchen. I had to stop, I started giggling as soon as I got into the kitchen, I was going to laugh out loud and ruin it. I covered my mouth until I had recovered. I controlled myself and it was good that I did, because Jeannie peeked into the kitchen. "I'd like some diet Coke, if we have any." I busied myself with the microwave popcorn, keeping my back to her. "I'm sure we do." "Can I help with anything?" Jeannie asked softly, her voice sounding no closer. I grinned to myself, sure that she was standing there staring at my ass. "Sure, you could get out a bowl and fix us both a diet Coke." I said. "I like mine with lots of ice." I could hear the smile in her voice as she said softly, "I remember." I punched the start button and spun around to face her. She was standing in front of the cabinet with two glasses in her hands, a deer-in-the-headlights expression on her face. She hesitated before walking, a little unsteadily, to the 'fridge. I watched as she filled both glasses with ice and then diet Coke. The popcorn finished and I took it out and then got out the bowl that Jeannie forgot. She giggled, "Sorry." I smiled, "'s Ok." I dumped the popcorn into the bowl and looked at Jeannie. "Is one bag enough, or should I make more?" Jeannie shrugged, "Let's go with one for now, I'll make the second batch if we need it." I smiled, "OK." We went to the living room and sat down. Jeannie picked up the remote and flicked on the movie. It was still in the opening credits and I was surprised. "You sat down here all that time and didn't watch any of the movie?" She blushed sweetly, "I was waiting for you," she murmured. I smiled, "That was sweet." The blushed deepened. We sat there watching for a few minutes, eating the popcorn which was on the couch between us. Jeannie picked up the bowl and set it on the coffee table. She touched my arm and I turned to look at her. "Can I scoot over and sit next to you?" The look on her face was shy, but wanting and the killer sweet, shy smile that did so much damage to my resolve was flickering on her little face. I thought about saying no, but couldn't. As I raised my arm to welcome her to snuggle, I realized I really didn't want to deny her. She made an excited little sound and burrowed in next to me. Her bare, soft leg slid along mine and felt heavenly. It was so soft, smooth and warm that I sighed. I sensed, rather than saw her little smile. This little game of chicken we were playing was currently at a draw. I thought I had gotten one up on her with the volleyball shorts, but she had drawn even by sliding her leg against mine. Jeannie broke my thoughts for a moment by bringing the bowl onto our laps. I glanced at her and she giggled. "I want to be close to you. That doesn't mean I don't want popcorn." I just shook my head and returned to watching the movie. A couple of times, our fingers met in the bowl. Every time they did, my stomach lurched a little. Pretty soon, the bowl was empty and Jeannie turned to look at me. "Do you want some more?" I thought for a moment, "No, I don't think so, do you?" She hesitated and then answered, "No, I'm good," and put the bowl on the coffee table. She snuggled back in, laying her head on my shoulder and wrapping her arm around my tummy. It didn't feel like she was trying to get to me, because she didn't try groping me, she seemed content to leave her bare hand and arm lying across my bare belly. While she seemed content, I was growing more and more uncomfortable. The distraction of her warm arm was all I could think about. I completely lost interest in the movie and all of my focus was on how good she felt. I stayed as still as I could, absorbing the sensations of Jeannie's arm on my stomach and her head on my shoulder. We sat there, for the length of the movie, not moving, just being together. The movie ended, the credits rolled, and it went back to the Netflix menu. We still hadn't moved. I looked over at Jeannie and her eyes were closed and she appeared to be asleep. "Jeannie?" I whispered. "Mmmm-hmmm," was the only thing I got in response. "Jeannie, it's late, let's go to bed." I whispered. "Noooo," came the childish whine, "like it here." She snuggled in even tighter. I was stymied. I needed to get to bed, five o'clock comes early and I needed to move. After a few minutes I decided to try something different. "Jeannie?" I whispered again. "Mmmm-hmmm," again. "If I let you snuggle like this in bed," I said softly, "Will you come to bed?" She picked her head up and looked at me with a sleepy, sexy smile. "Do you mean it? You're not just saying that to get me to move, are you?" I smiled, "I am saying it to get you to move, but I do mean it." She smiled again, "'K!" She got up, tugging me to my feet. "Remember, you promised." I smiled and kissed her on the forehead. "I know, come on." I turned off the TV and lights while she went upstairs. When I got into my, well, our room, Jeannie was lying there smiling hopefully. She had left me almost enough room on my side of the bed. I stood at the side of the bed, looking down at her. "Jeannie, you've got to scoot over." She whined like a little girl. "You promised." "Yeah, I did." I said, "I'm not reneging on that promise, but you've got to give me more room." She grinned, "Oh, sorry." She moved about an inch, giggling. I just frowned at her. "OK, OK." She giggled while moving enough that I could comfortably lie down. As soon as I lay down, she was on me. She threw her leg over my thighs and her arm across my chest, brushing the bottoms of my boobs. She squirmed until I wrenched my arm out from between us and wrapped it around her shoulders. She snuggled in, pressing her soft breasts into my side and her face into the nape of my neck. She kissed my neck softly and cooed, "Thank you, Katie, good night." I whispered without thinking, "Good night Babydoll, I love you." I felt her tense up for a moment. She relaxed and I first felt a gentle kiss and then wet warmth on my neck. It took me a few moments to figure out what was the wetness on my neck. As I realized what it was, I whispered, "Jeannie? Are you crying?" She didn't say anything, and after a few moments she just nodded. "Why?" I asked quietly. She sniffled and said, "Because you said, 'I love you.'" It was my turn to hesitate, "I did?" "Uh-huh," came her muffled reply. "Since you didn't know you said it, does that mean you didn't mean it?" "Uhhhh," I mumbled, stalling. I wasn't sure what it meant. I thought back to when I said it and remembered that I had, in fact, said it. I realized that it had come so easily because it felt right. I smiled, realizing that I had discovered something. "Baby," I said softly, "I didn't realize that I had said it, because it felt right to say it. I'm not sure what that means, but I know it felt right and comfortable saying it. I've already told you that I don't do casual so this is new to me. You should also know that I have only said those words to a handful of people so they're sacred to me. I guess what I'm trying to say to you is that I think I'm beginning to fall in love with you. So I guess the answer to your question is, yes I did mean it." I felt her lips curve in a little smile and again she kissed me in the nape of my neck. This time it sent chills down my spine, I shivered and I could feel her begin to shake with excitement. 'Oh crap.' I thought. I had encouraged her and she would expect sex, now. I was wrong. Her lips stayed on the skin of my neck as she replied, "I'm soooo happy. I think I feel the same way. Though I want to lick and kiss you all over and make love to you all night, I think you're right. We should go slowly and then when it's right, we'll both know and it will happen. Then, when it does; it will be spectacular and forever. I love you my Angel." She hugged me and after several minutes of little hugs and kisses she gradually became very still. I could tell by her breathing that she had fallen asleep. The difficulty that I had been experiencing seemed to abate a little. I think Jeannie's declaration of love and desire to go slowly allowed me to relax; it didn't feel as though I needed my defenses up constantly. I was now able to enjoy the warmth of Jeannie's body beside me. Her big, soft breasts were pushed into my side and I could feel the definition of her hard nipples leading the way. Her hips were pressed against mine, her pussy warmly attached to my hip. As my relaxation deepened and I drifted off to sleep, my thoughts were of how natural and good this felt having Jeannie nestled up to me. *************** When my alarm went off on Monday morning I found that Jeannie and I had moved around a bit. She had rolled onto her right side and I was spooning her, my arm tightly around her waist. I reached back and turned off my alarm. I wasn't going to turn on the snooze, but I rolled back and kissed Jeannie on the shoulder. "What time is it?" Jeannie mumbled. "It's five." I said softly. "Do I have to get up?" She whined. I giggled, "No, but I need to get up. Did you set your alarm?" She had set up another alarm clock on the other night stand over the weekend. "Uh-huh." She answered. "OK," I said, "I'll get up and get ready." She just snorted in response, making me giggle again. I took a shower and got dressed, and kissed her on the forehead before I left. I was out of my apartment in an hour and she hadn't moved. My day was normal...mostly. Occasionally, my thoughts would wander from what I was doing. Jeannie. Jeannie would suddenly be in my thoughts, that shy, sexy smile, looking up at me through her eyelashes. I would be startled and lose track of my thoughts and abruptly stop speaking. I would gather myself and relaunch my class lesson. The rest of the day went about the same, losing track two or three times per class. Senior English finally rolled around and my eyes found Brittany right away. There was a knowing, happy smile on her face. I frowned and shook my head, slightly, and she giggled. I turned to the rest of the class. No-one was paying attention to Brittany or me. I got the attention of the class and they settled down immediately. The change in the twins startled me every day, even though it had been months. They were still courteous, attentive and participated. Their grades had improved to the point that they had earned solid B's. If I were honest with myself, their behavior and grades were among my proudest achievements as a teacher. They had turned into good kids and I liked to think that I was a big part of the change. By the end of class; I had only thought of Jeannie once. When I recovered, I glanced at Brittany and she was giggling. I just sighed; in class, I couldn't even make a face at her. In Honors English, I lost track a couple of times. When I glanced at Chloe, she had a knowing grin on her face. I had to look away before I gave her more to think about. The class finished and as they were filing out, Chloe hung back. She approached my desk when the class was empty except for the two of us. I looked up and she was standing there, smiling. "I'm so happy for you, Ms. Cunningham." She said softly, "You deserve happiness." I smiled back, "What are you talking about, Chloe?" She smiled, "I recognize the look on your face, Ms. Cunningham. I see it every time I look at Brittany or in the mirror. You're in love...and not just a little. I've never seen you lose track in class and today you did it three times." She giggled, "Was it spectacular? Brittany and I had a spectacular Saturday night!" I blushed, "Chloe!" I whispered fiercely. "You shouldn't tell me that!" She continued to giggle. "Awe, come on, share!" I was still glaring at her when she walked out of the room, giggling. The bell rang and the kids left. I wasn't paying attention to them. I was working on my class plan for tomorrow and I felt a presence in front of my desk. I looked up and Chloe and Brittany were standing there grinning at me. "Tell us! Tell us about her!" They said in unison. I shook my head. "Awe, c'mon, tell us." I said softly, "Not here, it wouldn't be appropriate." Chloe grinned, "Coffee?" She pulled out her phone and called her mom. "We're going for coffee with Ms. Cunningham, is that OK?" She nodded at Brittany and me and said, "No, this is for her, not us. OK, I will, thanks Mom." "She said to say 'Hi'." Chloe said, "and she also said to say thank you for being there for me..." she glanced at Brittany and touched the back of her hand to Brittany's, "for us." Brittany's eyes glazed over with tears and with love as she looked at Chloe. She tore her eyes away from Chloe and looked at me. "Can we go now?" I sighed, "I don't really have any choice, do I?" They both giggled and shook their heads. I gathered my things and we headed to my car. I made a show of having stuff on the front seat so that anybody watching wouldn't think anything of the girls climbing into the back seat together. I glanced in the mirror and saw how they shyly touched their thighs together and sweetly held hands. I thought, as I often did upon seeing them; that young love is a truly beautiful thing to behold. They were so innocent, yet so totally enraptured with each other. It always made me smile. Once again, I drove to Stella's Coffehaus and we found a small secluded table. I got each of us a coffee and we settled in to talk. This was a role reversal of sorts, the girls wanted to hear about my love life and problems. There was nothing salacious to share, so I thought it would be OK. They were both grinning, holding hands under the table. "C'mon, spill Ms. Cunningham." I frowned, feigning displeasure with their behavior. They didn't buy it for a second. "Really?" They said simultaneously. I grinned, "OK, you've called me out, now just call me Katie, OK?" They smiled, reached out and each took one of my hands. "Katie," Chloe said, "we can see you're really, really happy and distracted. What happened, what's going on, where'd you meet her and what's her name?" I blushed, "You're not going to believe it, but she's Aidan's ex-wife." Chloe gasped and Brittany blurted, "Who's Aidan?" I smiled, "My brother." Brittany laughed out loud and said, "So you're falling in love with your ex-sister? That is sooo hot! It's almost incest!" Chloe smacked her, "Be quiet! You're gonna get Katie in trouble." Brittany reddened, "Sorry." I giggled, "It's OK, you're right. It's kinda weird, thinking of someone as your sister for years and then starting to fall for them. Jeannie..." "That's her name? Jeannie?" Chloe interrupted. "Yeah, her full name is Jeannine Lucille Weatherford Cunningham. So she's actually still a Cunningham." I said. "What's she look like?" Brittany asked. "She's tiny." I said, smiling and thinking of her. I drifted off for a minute and the girls elbowed each other and giggled. "How tiny?" Chloe asked. "I don't think that she's even five feet tall." I blushed, "She's got this perfect little bubble butt and enormous boobs for her size." I giggled, "She's like a little brunette, brown-eyed Barbie doll. She's got this shy little sexy smile that melts me every time I see it." They were listening and watching and giggling. "Wow, Katie, you've got it bad. How long has this been going on?" Chloe asked. I blushed because of how shallow this was going to sound. "Uhhh, since Friday night." Brittany laughed. "No Katie, I don't think so. You can't fall that hard, that fast without something having gone on before." I was stunned at the thought, "No, really. She was just my brother's wife. I have always thought of her as a sister." Brittany was unconvinced, "Uh-huh. Maybe consciously, but sub-consciously something else was going on. Like with us." She leaned into Chloe who smiled and radiated happiness. I conceded, "Maybe..." Chloe spoke up, "So tell us what happened on Friday." I started with Jeannie waking me up on Friday night. I told them that I slapped her and they both gasped. "You didn't!" "Yes, I did." I said, hanging my head for a minute. I raised my head up and looked at them. "But, I don't really regret it. I know that I'm not supposed to slap people, but she was sooo out of line, it was more appropriate than not. I don't regret it, but in retrospect, I think I could have done something different." I continued with the weekend. I included sleeping together, but not the groping. They were amazed by Aidan's acceptance and encouragement of my situation. "He must be an amazing guy." Brittany said. I smiled, "He is." They laughed when I told them about Ruthie calling me a fluff. Chloe said, "I can think of a lot of descriptors to use for you, Katie. I don't think fluff would be one of them." I said, "Thanks...I think." They laughed again. I finished up about the move and my dad asking if I would tell my mother. I looked at Chloe and said, "Remember when I told you that your mom might surprise you?" She nodded. "Well, it turns out I should have heeded my own advice. My mom has either known or suspected that I am a lesbian for a long time. She said she was insulted that I thought she was an idiot. I should have known, but I didn't." I continued with describing the weekend. I touched on our discussions about sex with my desire to move slowly and Jeannie's aggressiveness and they both giggled. I told them about the little crop-top war in which we were engaged. They thought that was hilarious. I finished with my declaration of love for Jeannie and hers for me. They were a little surprised that when Jeannie and I had declared our love that the pressure for sex had actually abated. Aidan and Katie Ch. 06 "So, when Jeannie realized that you two might be falling in love, she actually wanted to slow down?" Chloe asked with amazement in her voice. "Yeah," I shook my head, "I was...am a little confused, too." Chloe reached over and took my hands. "Katie, it sounds like this may be the real thing. I know I'm just a kid, and I don't know as much as you do, but Jeannie wants this to be right, just like you do. She's willing to do whatever you need. I'm so happy for you. If you wait, the longing will be greater and the reward will be greater, too." She giggled and reached over and took Brittany's and. "It will be spectacular, we know spectacular, don't we; Brittany?" Brittany blushed and nodded. I just laughed. "OK, girls," I said. "Let's just leave it at that. I'm not going to spill any more about this. You wanted to know why I'm happy and distracted and now you do." Brittany smiled and there were tears in her eyes, "Thank you for trusting us with this. It means a lot, to me...to us." I got up and hugged them both. "The love you guys have for each other inspires me, it makes me happy to see. I want you both to know that." They smiled and we went out to my car. "I know where Chloe lives, Brittany, if you'll tell me I can take you home, too." Brittany scooted up next to Chloe in the back seat. "I live with Chloe's family." I saw Chloe nudge Brittany. "OK, babe, our family now. I told my mother about us and she threw me out. My other mom, Chloe's mom, told me I had to move in with them. So I get to sleep with the love of my life every night, just like you." I smiled at them and drove to Chloe's house. I got out when we pulled up and parked. The girls ran up to me and hugged me and then went inside. I drove home and wondered what this evening with Jeannie would bring. By the time I got home it was a little after six o'clock. As I walked in the front door, I was met with a wonderful aroma. As I walked toward the kitchen, I walked through the dining room. The table was set and there was a huge bouquet of daisies in the middle of the table. I smiled and walked into the kitchen. Jeannie's back was to me and she was stirring a large pot. Evidently, she didn't hear me and when I kissed her on the neck she about jumped out of her skin. "Jesus Katie!" She shouted. "You scared the shit outta me!" I giggled, "Sorry, I just thought I would surprise you, not scare you." Then she made a sad face. "I wanted to be done before you got home. Now my surprise is ruined." I hugged her. "No it isn't. Whatever you're cooking smells terrific and I love the flowers. How did you know about the daisies?" She blushed, "I texted Aidan. He told me that I might charm your panties off with the daisies." I laughed, "I'll have to thank him for that." The timer went off and Jeannie looked at me. "Could you go get ready for dinner? I'd like some of this to be a surprise." I kissed her softly on the lips, "Sure Babydoll. I'll go get washed up and wait at the table." I went to my room and took off my clothes. After washing my face I pulled on some loose old jeans and a sweater. I went back downstairs and sat at the table. Jeannie brought me out a Smithwick's red Irish ale. She went back into the kitchen. She brought out two big bowls of stew and went back into the kitchen. Lastly, she brought out a plate of scones. She turned out the lights in the dining room and lit a couple of candles. She finally sat down. She smiled at me and asked, "What do you think?" I said, "Everything looks great! What kind of stew is this?" She smiled, "It's my grandmother's Irish stew. It's basically made with lamb, potatoes, carrots, onions and Guinness. It was my favorite thing that Grandma made when I was little. I only made it for Aidan once, because he doesn't like lamb and I don't like it with beef. I also made the scones from scratch. They are traditional scones, made with cranberries instead of raisins. I'm not a big fan of raisins." Her smile turned shy, "I wanted to make this for you, and I hope you like it." I just picked up my fork and paused before dipping it in the stew. "Should I use a spoon?" She smiled, "Do what you want, but you'll miss the sauce if you use a fork. The Guinness makes it taste really good." "OK," I said as I switched to the spoon. Jeannie watched closely as I put the first spoonful in my mouth. "Oh, man, this is really good, Babydoll." I took another spoonful, getting a bite of lamb and carrots. "No, that's wrong, this is awesome. It's one of the best things I've ever tasted." Jeannie smiled, her pleasure making her glow. "Thank you, I came home from work early today to cook for you. I wanted to do something special for our first 'normal' day (she air quoted normal) together. I don't know that I've said enough how much I appreciate what you've done for me. I don't think I can tell you how much it means to me that you've opened your home...and especially your heart to me." Her sincere, heartfelt, statement made my eyes tear up. I didn't want to cry, but suddenly, I was. Jeannie came around the table and hugged me, gently. "Don't cry, Angel. I didn't say that to make you cry. I just wanted you to know how grateful I am to you and your family." I sniffled into her shoulder. "Our family." "What?" Jeannie asked, "I didn't hear you." I sat up, took her face in my hands and kissed her gently, "Our family." She smiled and tears started tumbling down her cheeks. "Thank you," she whispered. I kissed her again, "Let's eat this wonderful meal, OK?" She sat next to me and we started eating. I told her about my day. The twins amazed me every day with their behavior and I told her that. She asked if there were any kids that were special to me and I told her about Chloe and Brittany. "Their love is so pure and innocent that it makes me jealous," I said wistfully. She laid her head on my shoulder and whispered, "Give us a chance, maybe Chloe and Brittany will be jealous of us one day." I hugged her to me, "I will; I am giving us a chance." We finished up dinner and cleaned up together. We watched TV for a little while and then I said I was going to bed. Jeannie pouted a little. "Don't you want to watch with me?" I leaned down and kissed her forehead. "Yes, I do, but five o'clock comes awfully early. Good night, Babydoll." I went up and got in bed. I was asleep when I felt Jeannie crawl in bed and kiss me on the cheek. "Good night, Angel." She whispered. *************** We found our routine in the following days, weeks and months. Work, dinner together followed by a little TV at night. The TV watching involved a little hand holding and lots of kissing, but was generally us getting to know each other. The more time passed, the more intense our time on the couch became. I wasn't always the one to get up and walk away. Sometimes, when I felt that I couldn't wait one more minute, Jeannie seemed to sense my desire and withdrew. "Not yet," she would whisper. Weekends were spent shopping or at the cabin or visiting with my parents and Aidan and Elle. Even then, I found it difficult to keep my hands off of her. My heart would speed up when I saw her, I would get a tingle in the pit of my stomach when she would touch me, even if it was just Jeannie laying her hand on my arm when she laughed or was trying to make a point. I fell deeper in love with her every day. At some point, I changed from being the pursued to being the pursuer. I was ready, I wanted to make love with her and confusingly, she held me at bay. We would kiss passionately on the couch or in bed and I would start fumbling with her shirt and she would get up or roll away. I was extremely frustrated and was masturbating in the shower daily, trying to relieve the frustration. For someone who was so willing, even desirous of making love when we first got together, she had amazing willpower in keeping us from making love. I wasn't desperate...yet. I wanted to kiss her all over. I longed to hold her in my arms, naked. What was I thinking? Hold her naked? Hell, I hadn't even seen her naked yet. Somewhere along the way, Jeannie and Elle had become friends. Jeannie went to the Elle a couple of times a week and had lunch with Elle. It was kind of funny, Jeannie insisted on paying her tab and Elle refused to accept it. Jeannie usually left her tab as a tip. They also talked quite a bit in the evening on the phone. I think their friendship helped heal any remaining hurts that Aidan felt. Their friendship and the carryover of their conversations into our relationship simply became part of our routine. Then, one Friday Jeannie broke the routine. A single purple orchid was delivered to me during Senior English. There was a sealed note included. The handwritten note from Jeannie was addressed to "My Angel". It made me blush and I heard Chloe giggle. 'My Angel, please go home and take a long bubble bath. I've got the bathroom ready for you. Fill the tub, light the candles, turn off the lights, get in the tub and relax. When you get out, put on the clothes that I've laid out for you. I will pick you up at eight. I want to take my Angel out and show her off. I love you, Jeannie.' The class was smiling at me when I looked up, but thankfully nobody asked anything. Well, not until after class was over. As soon as everyone else was gone, Chloe was right there. "Is that from Jeannie?" She giggled. "The flower is soooo pretty!" I blushed again, "Yes it is. Evidently, we have a date tonight." Chloe came around the desk and hugged me. She looked around before whispering, "Katie, I'm so happy for you. You've looked happier in the last couple of months than I have ever seen you. Have a great time tonight!" She kissed me on the cheek and then left. I drove home, as though floating on a cloud. At every light or stop sign, I looked at the orchid, it's beauty dazzling to me. When I got home, I noticed the living room and kitchen were so clean that everything shone. The same thing was obvious when I went into our room. I kept expecting to see Jeannie, but she was nowhere to be found. I looked in her room, where her paperwork would normally have been scattered everywhere, but today her room was as spotless as the rest of the townhouse. I went back into our room and went over to the bed where there was brand new lingerie laid out. A pair of black silk bikini style panties lay with black silk, thigh high, stockings. I let the silk of the stockings slide against my cheek. I had never worn real silk stockings before and the thought of Jeannie buying them for me excited me immensely. The last item I saw was a simple, elegantly beautiful, black garter belt and though I looked around, there was nothing else. It made me blush that Jeannie wanted me braless. I turned to look at the rest of my outfit. Hanging on the front of the closet door was a purple silk wrap -around cocktail dress that matched my orchid perfectly. As I looked at my new outfit I checked out the tags. Everything was my size. I giggled; Jeannie had obviously been snooping in my drawers. I giggled again naughtily. Hopefully, those weren't the only drawers of mine through which she wanted to snoop. I undressed and went into the bathroom. As promised, there were numerous candles scattered around the bathroom. I also noticed that this room was shining spotlessly. Jeannie must have gotten up right after I did and worked her ass off. I walked over and there was new bubble bath sitting on the edge of the tub. It was Vanilla Crème, the label said it contained vanilla, coconut, ginger and caramelized buttercream fragrances. I giggled and hoped it wouldn't make me hungry. I took the cap off, lifted it to my nose and it smelled heavenly. After filling the tub I looked over and there was a CD player in the corner with a note that said "Play Me'. I pressed play and the soft voice of Norah Jones filled the room. I smiled for what felt like the thousandth time since I opened the orchid. Jeannie had thought of everything. I eased into the bath, sat back and let my imagination run wild. I thought of Jeannie, holding me, kissing me, touching me. I touched myself as I thought of Jeannie. It was funny though, I couldn't picture Jeannie naked. The closest I got was picturing her in her pink crop top and pink panties. It was as though my brain wouldn't allow me to see her nude until Jeannie actually was naked in front of me. I tried to work through the blind spot, but my subconscious was winning. I smiled, again, and simply relaxed, letting the vanilla and coconut do it's work. The water started to cool so I reluctantly climbed out of the tub. After drying off, I realized that though my pussy was still smooth from the waxing last week, my legs needed attention. I sat on the toilet and spread the shaving cream on my legs and after putting a new blade on my razor I carefully shaved all of the tiny, fine hairs. After I finished and rinsed off my legs, I ran my hands lightly over my legs. It didn't feel as though they were smooth enough, I shaved again. This time, when I ran my hands over my legs, they were silky smooth. I got some vanilla scented skin crème out and applied it to my skin. I brushed my hair out and pulled it into the high, tight pony tail that Aidan had loved. He liked the way it naturally curled up at the tip and bounced when I walked. He told me he thought it was very sexy. I hoped Jeannie would like it this way. I put on a little blush, mascara and eye shadow that closely matched my dress. I smiled because Jeannie had put new lipstick in my makeup case which matched my dress exactly. I went into my room and looked at my new clothes again. Jeannie had chosen a beautiful dress and the lingerie was elegant and sexy. I put the garter belt on and the straps felt so sexy bouncing off of my legs. I had worn a garter belt a few times, but this felt special since Jeannie wanted me to wear it. I picked up the stockings and ran them across my cheek one last time before putting them on. I loved the sensual feel of the silk on my skin. After snapping the hooks in place, I slipped the panties on over the stockings and garter belt, the combined feel of the underthings, so elegant. I was actually breathing hard and getting aroused simply from getting dressed. I knew I had to calm down, so I concentrated on finishing. Taking the dress off of the hanger I slipped it on. I wrapped it around my body, enjoying the feel of the soft silk as it settled next to my skin. I figured out the complex set of ties which were intended to hold the dress together. The design of the dress left a slit at the inside of my left thigh. I suspected that when I sat down, I would need to be careful, lest I flash everyone in the vicinity. Experimentally, I sat on the edge of the bed, finding my suspicion validated. The silk on the right half of the dress slid down and covered my right thigh completely, however, the silk on the left side slipped off the outside of my left thigh, leaving me exposed all the way up to my panties and garter belt. I would need to wait for another suspicion to be confirmed; that Jeannie had planned for the dress to do exactly what it was doing. I opened the closet to find a pair of shoes and sitting front and center was a pair of black Christian Louboutin Patent Leather Pumps. Shaking my head, I slipped them on and walked back to the mirror. Looking at myself, I realized that the plunging neckline needed adornment. I walked to my dresser to open my jewelry box and found a box from a jeweler with a tiny note in Jeannie's handwriting attached. 'My Angel, I saw this and wanted to get it for you. After I bought the dress I wanted you to have something special to go with it. I know it's too expensive, but when I saw it, I thought of you and had to have it. Please don't be mad and please, please wear it for me. I love you, Jeannie.' I opened the long, narrow box and gasped. A pair of long, dangly platinum earrings with several strands sat on either side of a platinum necklace made of the same strands. There were five strands which swooped dramatically; the longest of which had a black stone dangling from it. Unless I was mistaken, the stone was a small emerald cut black diamond. The position of the diamond on the longest strand was obviously intended to be nestled in the plunging neckline of the dress, between my boobs. I could not imagine what the beautiful jewelry had cost Jeannie. I put the jewelry on and looked in the mirror. I am not normally narcissistic, but I thought I looked very, very good. Jeannie had done a magnificent job of putting this outfit together. Every piece was perfectly matched to every other piece. I had not thought of the time since I had gotten home. I turned to look at the clock on the bedside table and was shocked to see that it was five minutes to eight. Hurriedly, I picked up the towel and my clothes from school and tossed it all in the laundry basket. As I descended to stairs, the doorbell rang. I thought, 'Oh for Chrissake, who is that?' I walked to the door and opened it. There, all in white; stood Jeannie. Her dress was the same style as mine, her shoes, white Christian Louboutin Pumps. I was dumbfounded. "Jeannie? You look awesome. Where did you get ready and why did you ring the doorbell?" She laughed, "I got dressed at Elle's." Then the shy, sexy smile that I love appeared. "I rang the bell because this is a real date and I wanted to call for you." I smiled, "OK. Would you care to come in?" She smiled, "No, I think you need to get your wrap and we should go." After all of her surprises today, I narrowed my eyes and asked suspiciously, "My wrap?" She giggled, "Just go get it." I shook my head, went to the hall closet and opened it. Hanging there was a black silk, kimono style jacket. There were purple orchids embroidered on the sleeves. Like everything else she had bought, it was beautiful. I turned and looked at her. "Jeannie, you spent a fortune. You shouldn't have done all of this." I put it on and walked back to the door. She stepped through the door and hugged me. "Yes, I did. I wanted to something special for my Angel. Are you ready?" I grabbed my purse and she said, "Just bring your wallet, in case you need ID." I laughed, "ID? Please!" Jeannie got serious, "Did you not look in the mirror? You look amazing; I'll bet you get carded." I fished my wallet out of my purse, "Uh-huh." I said drily. We walked out of the front door and I stopped dead in my tracks. In the parking lot in front of my apartment was a snow white Lincoln stretch limo. A chauffer in full livery was standing next the open back door. I turned and looked at Jeannie. "Jeannie?" I said, dumbfounded. "I wanted us to enjoy ourselves, without worrying how we were going to get home, Angel." Jeannie smiled. "Having Nico drive us all night seemed like the perfect solution." We started walking to the limo and Nico slid smoothly to help us into the car. I noticed that his eyes did not stray, he was very professional. We settled in the back and Nico pulled away, making the big car slide through the night with no bumps or jerks. Jeannie pulled a bottle of champagne out and poured us each a flute. Clinking her glass to mine she said, "To an unforgettable evening." "Where are we going and what are we doing?" I asked. She smiled and picked up my hand, she kissed it and said, "First we're going to a romantic little restaurant that I know and then we're going dancing." She paused, her eyes sparkling in the low light in the limo. "Then, I'm hoping you'll invite me into your bed." I stared at her. After weeks and weeks of pushing me away, she was wining and dining me and trying to seduce me. My thoughts immediately went to Aidan and me. I had sworn to myself that I would not start with Jeannie until that was out in the open and I had waited far too long. I needed to tell her and though I did not want to ruin the evening, I needed to do this now. Aidan and Katie Ch. 06 Jeannie noticed that my mood had changed. "What's the matter Angel? Is this not what you expected?" I looked at her, "No it's not. It's so much more, it's perfect." I hesitated and decided I needed to take the plunge. "Do you remember that I said I had only done one impulsive thing in my life? I need to tell you about that before we go any further. I shouldn't have waited this long, but now I need to tell you." Jeannie took my glass from me and put both flutes down. She took my hands in hers and looked me in the eyes. She kissed me and said, "You don't need to tell me anything." My eyes filled with tears, "Yes, yes I do." She kissed my eyes and whispered, "No you don't; I know everything." I was shocked, "You know..." "I know all about you and Aidan," she giggled, "I even know about you and Aidan and Elle. I wish I had been there, that sounded hot!" "But how..." I started before she interrupted me again. "You were worried about it and when you didn't tell me I asked Elle. She told me she had to think about it and asked Aidan if she should or could tell me. The three of us sat down and he told me everything. I think it was amazing that you and Aidan could help each other after what I did..." She paused, blushed and hung her head. I put my fingers under her chin and said, "Stop punishing yourself for that. It's over." She whispered, "OK, thank you. Anyway, after I left and your friend left, it was amazing that you and Aidan were there for each other. I thanked Aidan for being there for you and Elle wants me to thank you, again, for being there for Aidan. It's the most incredibly loving thing that two siblings could ever do. I love you more now than I did before. I know you needed help, but you helped your brother when he needed it, too. Elle and I think that we're incredibly lucky to have found you guys." I fell into her arms, crying as she was crying, too. Then she started giggling, "Don't you dare get makeup on my white dress!" I giggled, "OK." I kissed her gently, "I love you, Babydoll." She snickered, "I love you more," and then stuck out her tongue. Suddenly, Nico's voice came through the speakers, "We'll be there in five minutes, Ms. Cunningham." Jeannie pushed a button, "Thank you Nico." Amazingly, we hadn't messed up our makeup too badly. We checked in her mirror and made the necessary minor adjustments. Nico opened the door and helped us out. We were in front of a small, dark building with no sign. "Where are we?" I asked. "It's a little romantic hideaway that a friend of my boss's owns." She said, conspiratorially. "Not very many people know about it. It's very small, very exclusive." I looked at her. "And just how do you know about it missy? Hmmmm?" "My boss uses it for...uhhh...meetings." She smiled, blushing. I just smiled, "Uh-huh." We walked in and were greeted by a young Latina. "Ahhh, Ms. Cunningham, so nice to see you again. Would you and your guest please follow me?" Jeannie slipped her hand in mine and I asked, "So they know you?" Even in the subdued lighting I could see her blush. "It's not what you think." "Uh-huh," was my hushed response. As we walked through the tiny place, I noticed that the booths were arranged so that you couldn't get a clear view into any of them. After we were seated I looked around and the same was true from the seats. I mentioned it to Jeannie, "Whoever laid this place out is very clever. Nobody can see any of the other guests." She smiled in the dim light. "I know, this place is perfect." "What's the name of it?" I asked quietly. "I can't tell you." She was blushing again. "Really!?!" I said. She was straight-faced when she answered, "Seriously, I can't. The owners do not want any publicity whatsoever, even word of mouth. They want their patrons to enjoy and appreciate the privacy." I was startled by her seriousness, "Oh! OK!" Suddenly, a pretty young lady appeared at the table. I had not seen her walk up; it was as though she materialized out of thin air. "Oh!" I said, startled. She apologized immediately, "I'm sorry, I did not mean to surprise you. We are taught to be invisible. I'm afraid I did that too well." I giggled, "It's OK, I just didn't expect anyone to merely appear out of thin air." "Again, I'm sorry miss." She said. I looked at Jeannie. "Miss? Oooh, I like this place." The young lady did smile at that. She turned to Jeannie, "Would you like to begin your evening now?" "Yes, Lainie," Jeannie said, "Thank you." I looked at Jeannie, "She didn't introduce herself, she knew your name and you knew hers. What is going on?" Jeannie blushed again, "First of all, it's not what you think. This is a very special restaurant that is dedicated to personal service; it's actually more like a private club. When you call to make reservations, you're assigned a table and a personal server. Lainie is our personal server for tonight. This morning, Lainie emailed me a copy of this evening's full fresh menu, along with questions about the occasion. I picked out our meal for this evening, answered her questions and emailed it back. Lainie made a couple of suggestions based on my answers and we settled on our meal, including wines. The idea is that we can concentrate on each other and not be distracted by menus, servers and so forth." She giggled, "You'll need to get used to her appearing and disappearing. We won't pour any wine, we won't ask for anything else. She's watching the table closely and will know when we need something. She's specifically not watching us, just the table." She giggled again, "We could probably make love, and as long as we're not on the tabletop, no-one would see us." I was amazed. "I know you said that a friend of your boss owns this, but how did you get us in here?" She blushed again. "It's going to sound silly, but I help my boss's boss get away by holding meetings here for him." I was confused. "I still don't understand." "His wife hates sports. She hates it when he goes to games and leaves her home alone." I said. "When he wants to go to a game, I set up a meeting for him, here. It's a real meeting, we discuss real business, but he's not here. She won't call him during meetings, but she has called the restaurant. The staff tells me and I text him. He gets to a quiet place and calls her. It's not completely right, I know that, but it's also completely innocent. He only does it a three or four times a year. He just loves live football, basketball and baseball." Lainie materialized with Merlot and filled our glasses. She disappeared and was back almost instantly. She placed shrimp cocktails in front of us, laid down shrimp forks and disappeared. I giggled after watching Lainie, "Are you sure there aren't any magician's trap doors in the floor?" She giggled, too, "No, I certainly am not." I reached out and took her hands, "Well, Lainie isn't the only magician tonight. You are making this magical Babydoll. This whole thing, the bath, my clothes, the unbelievable jewelry, the limo, this place is magic. Thank you." She glowed happily. "I'm glad you like it, Angel. But this is not the end; it's just the beginning. I hope you like the rest of it as well." I squeezed her hands, "If you arranged it, I'm sure it'll be perfect." Jeannie raised her glass and touched it to mine, "To us." I smiled, "To us." I took a bite of shrimp with cocktail sauce, my eyes growing wide in alarm, "Hot, hot, hot!" Jeannie giggled, "Sorry, I should have warned you, the cocktail sauce is hot." "Really?" I sputtered and it was the only sarcastic thought that was able to burn through the fire in my mouth. As I chewed and my mouth became accustomed to the heat, I realized that the cocktail sauce was unique and quite delicious. "When you get over the heat, this is very good," I said. "There is something in there that is unique, what is it?" Jeannie said, "I'm not enough of a foodie to figure that out and the chef won't tell. Isn't it good, though?" I smiled, "Oh yes, it's terrific." We slowly ate and savored the shrimp and sauce. As soon as we were done and both of our forks were on the table, Lainie appeared and whisked the remains away. Our Merlot glasses disappeared also and were replaced with new glasses and filled with a wonderful, crisp light Chardonnay. I smiled at Jeannie, "What's next?" "I hope you won't be disappointed, but I didn't want to get too full. I skipped a salad and went straight to our entrée," Jeannie said. "We'll find dessert later if you like." I smiled at her dreamily, "Whatever you have planned is what I want to do. This is sooo romantic." I held her hands gently in mine. Lainie appeared again, this time I swear there was a puff of smoke. She was bearing small lobster tails, melted butter and a plate with asparagus spears. Not only could she appear and disappear at will, she obviously had about twelve hands. She laid everything before us and looked at Jeannie, who nodded in response, and having been dismissed, vanished again. The lobster was superb, melt in your mouth tender and hotter than I had ever had it. Normally, lobster is lukewarm at best when it arrives at the table, but this was perfect. The asparagus was fresh and perfectly tender. After I had taken several bites, I looked at Jeannie and said, "Oh my God, Jeannie! This food is amazing! Where do they find fresh, young asparagus in February?" Jeannie laughed, "I have no idea, but I agree; this is amazing." We finished our meal quietly, savoring every bite. Occasionally, I would catch Jeannie staring at me shyly, longingly. Finally, I needed to know what was up. "Jeannie," I said, "You keep staring at me, what's going on?" She blushed, "I can't help it. You look so incredible; I can't believe you and I are together. I just love you so much." It was my turn to blush. "Jeannie!" We finished while holding hands, our fingers entwined. It made it awkward to eat, but I needed to touch her and it seemed as though she felt the same. Lainie came back and cleared the rest of the meal away. She looked at Jeannie and asked softly, "We decided to leave dessert or after dinner drinks to the moment. Would you care for anything?" Jeannie looked at me, "Do you want anything?" "I'm stuffed," I said, "But, I'd love an Irish coffee." "Oooohhh," Jeannie giggled, "I haven't had one of those in years! Could we have two, please Lainie?" "Very good Ms. Cunningham." Lainie said and melted away. I giggled, "I can't get over how she vanishes." Jeannie just smiled as Lainie reappeared. The Irish coffee was perfect, just enough alcohol and the whipped cream was fresh. We finished while still holding hands. I loved the way her hand felt in mine. Jeannie looked at me and said, "Are you ready for the next part of our evening?" I looked around, "Don't you need to take care of the bill?" Jeannie just smiled and shook her head, "It's handled. Nothing as crass as the exchange of money should ever interfere with the perfect meal." I picked her hand up and kissed the back of it. "It was perfect, Jeannie. Thank you, I'm ready for the next adventure." Jeannie smiled and said, "OK, Let's go." Lainie materialized as we stood up. "Are we done, ladies?" Jeannie smiled and said, "Yes Lainie, thank you." "Have a good evening." Lainie said and vanished one last time. We walked out of the front door and Nico was standing at the open door of the limo. I looked questioningly at Jeannie and she giggled. She had never left my sight nor had she picked up a phone. "All part of the service, Angel." "Lainie?" I asked and she just nodded. Safely ensconced in the back of the limo, hand in hand, I asked, "What's next on Jeannie's Magical Mystery Tour?" She giggled, "A Beatles reference? Nice!" But she didn't answer. I looked out of the window and could tell that we were headed downtown. As we sat together Jeannie took advantage of the slit in my dress to slide her hand in and caress the inside of my thigh. Her soft touch took my breath away. We looked into each other's eyes as Nico swept along the streets delivering us to our destination. A few minutes later the limo stopped and Nico opened the door. I looked around and though we were near the downtown mall, I didn't recognize where we were exactly. Jeannie led me into the building and then to the stairs. We walked down a winding staircase and I could hear music, some low smooth jazz that as we got closer started to wind its way into my soul. I was swaying as we walked to the entrance of a jazz club. Jeannie opened the door for me and I was bathed in smooth jazz. A handsome young man at the door looked at Jeannie and said, "It's nice to see you Ms. Cunningham. I have your table ready, but I'll need to see the young lady's ID." I giggled and fished my driver's license out of my wallet. His eyes grew wide at my birth date, but he just said, "Thank you." He led us to a small table with a reserved sign on it. There were two Cosmopolitans sitting there. Jeannie looked at him and said, "Thank you, Jerome, it's perfect. I do have a question, though." She leaned in and whispered in his ear and he nodded. I looked at her and she grinned. I said, "What was that about?" "You'll see," She answered with a twinkle in her eye. The band was very good; smooth with a sound that got into you. I thought that they were just an instrumental band but after the band finished with the number that they were playing when we came in, Jerome went up to the clarinet player and asked him something. He nodded and then nodded to a pretty young girl that was sitting at the table next to us. She got up and stood in front of the band and I didn't notice the wireless microphone that she was carrying until she raised her hand to begin singing. I had to smile when I heard the bass line from "My Girl" by the Temptations start. My parents slow-danced to that song in the living room many times while we were growing up. Jeannie had even seen them several times. Jeannie stood and held her hand out to me and though I blushed, I took it and stood up. Jeannie led us out onto the tiny dance floor and looked at me, her eyes shining with tears. "I asked for this song because I knew it was special to you and because...you're my girl." She put her hands around my neck and rested her head on my chest, where I knew she had to hear my heart pounding. I put my hands on her hips and pulled her closer to me. I think calling what we did dancing might be stretching the concept. We leaned against each other and turned in circles and swayed. When I opened my eyes, I noticed that two or three couples had joined us on the dance floor. The band did a beautiful job of recreating the song, it was perfect. When it finished, I lifted Jeannie's face and kissed her. I had forgotten that we were in a public place until I heard whistles and clapping from the audience. The singer said, "Ladies and gentlemen, that's what this song is about, love." I was so embarrassed; I never did things like that in public. I rushed to our table and sat down, burying my face in my hands. Jeannie knelt in front of me, "Angel," she whispered, "Don't be embarrassed, that was beautiful." She giggled, "Everyone here thought so and I loved it." I looked at her and the smile on her face was radiant. I took a deep breath, "OK." She kissed me, got up, sat in her chair and then slipped her hand along the slit in my dress. I took a sip of my drink and so did she. We sat there for a while and listened to the music. The band was very good and I closed my eyes and listened. The server came over and asked if we wanted another drink and though I was feeling no pain, I knew that I was done. "Could I just have some water, please?" I saw Jeannie slip the waitress something as she left. When she came back with my water, it was in a to-go cup. "You look tired, Angel," she murmured, "Let's go." "OK," I said. We stood and the crowd gave us a round of applause. I know I blushed and Jeannie laughed. We went up the stairs and out the door and Nico was waiting with the door open. We settled in the limo and Jeannie asked, "Do you want to get dessert now?" I smiled and said, "Babydoll, I am done in, and as wonderful as all of this has been, I just want to go home and hold you." "OK," Jeannie said and touched the button. "Nico, please take us home." "Yes ma'am," was Nico's crisp response. Jeannie snuggled up to me and I slipped my arm around her and let my head fall to the side and rest on top of hers. The ride home was silent and smooth. It seemed as though only a couple of minutes passed before the car smoothly stopped and Nico was at the door. We got out and thanked Nico. "The pleasure has been all of mine, ladies." He cracked a grin, "It's been so much calmer than bachelor or bachelorette parties. Thank you." I looked at the clock for the first time since Jeannie had picked me up. No wonder I was so tired, it was after two. I started up the stairs and Jeannie slipped her hand in mine and we walked up together. I stepped into the bathroom and Jeannie went into our room. I debated taking my dress off and decided to wait until I was in the bedroom. After I was finished, I walked into the bedroom. I don't know how Jeannie had done it so quickly, but there were a couple of dozen lit candles scattered around the room. Jeannie was standing at the foot of the bed, waiting for me. Her dress was undone, hanging loosely off of her shoulders. Her hair was sexily pinned up, loose strands straggling away from the rest of her hair. I glanced down and she had on an identical garter belt, although it was white with white stockings and tiny, tiny white panties. I could barely see the skimpy bra, hidden as it was by the loose dress. My heart sped up and suddenly I was no longer as tired as I had been a minute ago. "Hi," Jeannie said, softly, shyly. I stepped up to her, "Hi yourself, Babydoll." Jeannie's hands slipped inside of my dress and I felt her untying the strings that held it together. She reached behind me and brought her hands up to my shoulders and flicked the dress off. It slid slowly to the floor, crumpling in a pile at my feet. I looked down at it, started to bend to pick it up and Jeannie whispered, "Leave it." She smiled at me, "I hope I displayed the calm that I was trying to convey all evening. I have been dying to see that dress lying where it is now, all evening. I could barely think of anything else." I giggled, "You must have tremendous willpower, because you gave me the most perfect evening imaginable. You were elegantly beautiful and totally in charge all evening. Thank you." I drew her into my arms and kissed her and she whimpered happily. We parted and she giggled, "I'm glad you were impressed, I've been working on this for weeks. I wanted it to be perfect and flow flawlessly. I was truly a nervous wreck all week, but especially tonight." Our roles from earlier this evening had reversed. Now that we were in the bedroom she seemed to be shy and nervous. I got a sense that she was comfortable being in charge of things that took planning and execution, but that she was a touch submissive in the bedroom. Not that I was dominant by any stretch of the imagination, but I could take the lead in the bedroom, if she preferred. I brushed her dress off of her shoulders and it joined my dress on the floor. "You shouldn't have been nervous, like I said; it was perfect." I gazed at her body, plump in the right places, but sleek, too. "Just like you." I kissed her again and she whimpered again. I slipped my hands around back and unclasped her bra. I stepped away, leaving it on but unclasped. I glided my hands under the straps on her shoulders, "May I? I've wanted to see your breasts for months and months." Aidan and Katie Ch. 06 "Oh God," she moaned, "please..." I leaned in and kissed her lightly, "I'll take that as a yes..." I stood back up and drew the frilly little bra with me. Her breasts bounced as the support was withdrawn, but they were as perfect as I had hoped they'd be. I can't say that I imagined them to be this good, because my brain hadn't allowed it. They were round and full and capped with coral pink nipples that were at full attention. The nipples were full and firm and thick, the thickest I think I'd ever seen. A baby might have a difficult time getting it in its mouth. The baby thought came out of nowhere and startled me for a moment. I shook it off and dipped my head to take one of the firm buds in my mouth. Firm and velvety, the thick knob felt as though it had been made for my mouth. "Ohhhhh..." Jeannie moaned, her voice trailing off. I sucked gently on the knob and Jeannie started trembling. "Mmmmm," Jeannie moaned and held my head in place with her left hand as her right hand found my own dangling boob. "Oooohhh," I sighed as she gently twisted my nipple, pulling on it as she did. Withdrawing from suckling, I straightened a little and captured her lips with mine in a more passionate kiss than we had ever shared, deep and long, yet soft. Pulling away to catch my breath, I stopped with my forehead about an inch from hers and she pulled me back so my forehead was resting against hers. Her tongue flickered out and the tip caressed my bottom lip so delicately and sensuously that my knees buckled. The thought, 'My god how long is that thing?' flickered through my brain. I felt both of her hands on my boobs and her softly tantalizing touch was driving me crazy. Her fingers were skittering over my skin, barely making contact, the sensation heating me up and making my pussy gush. I pressed my lips back to hers, kissing deeply as I turned us and guided her backwards to the bed. Her legs hit the bed and she stopped moving. She pulled away from our kiss and gave me her shy, sexy smile. Turning away, she climbed onto the bed, giving me a beautiful view of her gorgeous bottom in the tiny panties. Everything was stunning from back here; the white stockings, the garters, the skin of her thighs and her bottom. Though, the best part of the view was the soaked strip of material between her legs, giving evidence that Jeannie was very, very excited. She lay down and covered her boobs, blushing shyly. I ascended the bed and took my time crawling up her body, taking in the breathtaking view as I went. The diamond from my necklace trailed along her skin, bouncing here and there from the contours of her body. Straddling her stomach, I sat gently down and took her hands in mine, revealing her breasts while kissing each of her fingers. They stood firm on her chest, with only slight sag to the side, despite their size. I looked down at her little body, kissed her fingers and whispered, "God, you're beautiful." The blush started at the top of her head and traveled down her body. I felt the heat of it as it passed by my thighs on the way to her toes. I scooted back so that I was straddling her knees rather than her stomach and leaned in and kissed her tiny navel. I swirled my tongue around it and she squirmed and giggled. "It's so cute." I murmured, glancing up at her. The love and adoration in her eyes almost took my breath away. Kissing my way up her smooth, warm skin, I avoided the nearly magnetic temptation of her breasts to capture her lips with mine. The kiss was soft, yet urgent as I stretched my long body over her tiny one. As much time as we had spent in this bed, snuggled together, on the couch cuddled together, our naked bodies had never touched before. I was having difficulty breathing; the sensation of warm, silky skin sliding together was almost enough to send my sensory receptors into overdrive. I slid over to the side, our lips never parting. Jeannie's hands danced lightly over my back, bringing tingles to my spine. Jeannie pulled back slightly from the kiss, our lips still touching. She whispered and I felt the words as much as heard them, "Love me Angel, love me..." I pressed back into her, her head falling to the pillow. As we kissed I slipped my hand down her firm stomach and into the tiny, silk panties. My breath caught in my throat, because it was so hot and so wet in there. I slid my fingers down, down into the smooth, wet, hot slickness. I had wondered whether she had hair or was smooth and now I had my answer. Jeannie sighed as my fingers slid around in her wetness. I pulled away from her lips and having thoroughly coated my fingers, drew them out. I looked at my glistening digits for a moment before bringing them up to her right breast, the one nearest to me. I slathered Jeannie's juices all over the firm, pink nub. The slippery wetness made her already appealing nipple look even more succulent. I found myself fascinated by the thick, firm, half inch long nubbin, pulling and twisting and enjoying the feeling of it in my fingers. Leaning down, I took her nipple in my mouth and slipped my fingers into her panties again. Everything was dripping inside of the slip of silk that was covering her. Her little clit was out of the hood and looking for attention. I softly touched it with my fingertip, making Jeannie shudder. Moving away, my fingers found the source of the torrent of juices, Jeannie's drooling slit. I had never touched a woman so wet and so ready for sex. I could feel her lips swollen and throbbing and seemingly swelling more in my fingers. I briefly withdrew again to catch the other nipple. Slipping my finger inside, I released another gush and a shuddering, "Ohhhh..." escaped from Jeannie's lips. "Ohhhh, Angel...please Angel..." she sighed. As my finger worked deeper into her, I was entranced by how tightly her slick walls were gripping my finger. I slipped another finger into her warm, wet cavern and pressed my thumb to her clit. Gently at first, I slowly worked my two middle fingers in and out, while sucking on her nipple, soaked as it was with her own juices. The tangy, yet sweet juice had me salivating over the prospect of tasting the source, but I wanted Jeannie really worked up before I laid my tongue to her. I wanted her to be delirious with need. Not that she wasn't already very worked up, but the thought of her begging me to lick her fired up my own body. This was new territory for me, I was normally a passive lover, but something in Jeannie made me want to, not dominate her, but control her orgasms so that they were the best she'd ever had. Maybe, the thought that she'd been lured away from someone she loved once, made me want to make sure that no-one could ever do that to us. My body was heating up nicely as I pressed deeply into Jeannie's liquid center. As I pressed in, I took her nipple between my teeth and gently bit down. "Eeeeiiii..." Jeannie screeched. I felt a pulse of liquid heat rush past my fingers and I backed off a bit. I did not want Jeannie's first orgasm with me to come at the end of my fingers. I withdrew my fingers from her warmth, to Jeannie's sigh of disappointment and as her clutching hands attempted to keep me in place. Pulling my hand from her panties, I withdrew my lips from her nipple. I looked up at her face and the wide, wild-eyed look of desperation on her face was both satisfying and disconcerting. Satisfying because I wanted her on the edge, desperate for me; disconcerting because I felt badly that this tiny woman that I loved was desperately seeking something that was being denied to her. The irony that I was the one denying her was not lost on me. I slipped up and softly kissed her after detaching from her breast. She was having none of me being gentle as she grabbed my head and fiercely kissed me back. Her tongue was active in my mouth, thrashing from side to side and into the depths. The thought of the length of her tongue made me shiver, thinking of what she might be able to do with it. I let her ravish my mouth before moving away. Slowly, because I was savoring her lips and tongue, I withdrew from the kiss. Her lips let me go, but reluctantly, her head following mine momentarily before finally allowing our lips to part. Her eyes were half open, her shy smile hastening the beat of my heart. Leaning back down, I caught her earlobe in between my lips. The sound of her pleased moan was music to my ears and the turning of her head to expose her smooth neck to my ministrations caused me to gasp quietly. The way she moved between aggression and soft compliance was turning me on to a degree I had rarely experienced. Not only were my panties soaked, I could feel my arousal running down my thighs, being absorbed by my stockings. As I was kissing slowly down her neck, I trailed my slippery tongue along the smooth skin that was starting to shine with a lovely sheen of perspiration. The salty residue of her increasing desire tasted heavenly to me in those moments. Her reactions told me that her attention had turned from my gentle touches of her womanhood to the unhurried caresses of my lips and tongue on her neck. I didn't want her focused on one area so I increased the pressure of my fingers and slipped inside again. Her response of a long soft, "Ooooohhh," was enough to tell me that I had made a good choice. I left her neck, softly kissing her lips and her response was soft and loving, not as urgent as it had been a few moments earlier. It was further evidence that I had slowed her body down. We kissed languidly for a time while I stroked the silky skin of her belly before I moved away again, this time accompanied by Jeannie's sigh of anticipation, her hand found the back of my head, lingering there softly. I hadn't moved my hand back to her pussy and by the time our lips parted, her hips were gently rocking in hopeful anticipation. I kissed down her long, smooth neck and lovingly latched onto her distended nipple. I was finding that I truly enjoyed the fullness of her large nipple filling my mouth. It was also exciting to find some residue of the juices that I had slathered on it earlier. Her flavor was uniquely Jeannie and I loved it. Curious, I moved to the other nipple and it was still covered. Hungrily, I lapped the essence of Jeannie from the wondrous nipple. I noticed that Jeannie's breathing was nearly back to normal and I smiled to myself. I'd take care of that soon enough. Gliding down and away from her tempting breasts, I hesitated at her cute little navel. I swirled my tongue around it two or three times, eliciting a little gasp and a squeaky, "Oh!" I smiled and continued on the way to my goal, her waiting womanhood. Kissing along the waistband of the silky garment, I could feel the heat rising from Jeannie. Along with the heat of her desire was the unmistakable aroma of a woman on fire. I wanted to start stoking those fires to unimaginable heights and I caught the waistband in my teeth. I smiled to myself as her hips rose from the bed, anticipating the removal of the barrier between my lips and hers. Denying her, my lips and tongue slithered into the crease between her hip and leg. A moan of disappointment filtered down from above me as her hips settled to the bed. Skipping over the front of her panties, I ran my tongue along the crease and then the waistband on the other side. She had started squirming and whimpering and I decided to take pity on her. I slipped between her parted thighs and kissed her panties on the cleft where her panties were clinging tightly to her body. I felt her entire body shudder when my lips touched her sex, even though her panties were still covering her. Her hips rose again as I withdrew my lips front the front of her panties, this time, she pushed at the waistband, evidently trying to encourage me to continue. I just smiled and ignored her hand. I did, however, hook my finger on the waistband and pulled it down just far enough to expose the top of her slit. Sliding my finger along her belly, I stopped short of her drooling slit. She moaned, evidently in frustration. Leaving my hands where they were, I scooted up her body and kissed her pouting lips softly. She moaned again. Her eyes were closed and I withdrew my lips and stayed with my face close to hers, looking at her eyelids. When I didn't move, she opened her eyes and I could see the need there. I touched my nose to hers as I slipped my finger down and into her warm, no...hot, sodden, folds. Her eyes smiled as she gently rubbed her nose to mine, Eskimo style. "I love you, my Angel," she whispered. "I love you, too, Babydoll." I whispered back. I kissed her again, this time my tongue slipped to her lips and gently teased. She opened, but I didn't intrude any further...with my tongue. My finger had slipped further into her warm depths and her eyes fluttered closed. I kissed her lightly before scooting down between her thighs again. Pulling the silky, white panties down to expose her slit again, I lapped gently at the shining crevasse. After licking softly at the smooth, slick skin, I noticed that her hips had started rocking slightly. Her hands were also grasping at the waistband and trying to push it down. I smiled up at her, her eyes wide and pleading. Kissing her on the smooth skin just above the slit, I asked, "Do you want these off?" She nodded and breathed, "Pleeeezzzeee..." I giggled, "You started with the magic word, how could I deny that? Hmmmm?" Her hips lifted immediately from the bed. I briefly considered teasing her some more, but decided she'd probably had enough. I pulled her panties down her legs and off of her feet. She was more naked then I had ever seen her, yet she still had on the garter belt and white stockings. My heart fluttered, she was the most exquisite woman I had ever seen and she was all mine. Kneeling between her feet, I picked up her left foot and kissed on the inside of her ankle, she groaned in pleasure and shivered as I kissed and licked the silk stocking. The texture was different than her skin, but still smooth. I couldn't decide if I liked it or not, but then realized that Jeannie's leg inside of the stocking made all of the difference and I finally decided that I loved it. I withdrew my lips and slowly stroked my cheek along the stocking. Jeannie was getting a squirming again and made a little whining sigh. I peeked, giggling up at her from between her legs and over her pussy. "Are we getting a little impatient?" She whined and grumped at me. I giggled and kissed the inside of her thigh above the lacy top of the stocking. She started me by slamming her legs closed. I peered up at her and she was glaring at me, "Bitch!" I laughed, "That's no way to get what you want!" Then I craned my neck from between her thighs and kissed the tiny, pink, tip of her clit. Her head fell back to the pillow and I heard a faint, "Ahhh..." Her thighs fell apart and I followed my lips and Jeannie's aroma to her slick, narrow slot. Even with all of the teasing, she was still almost completely closed. Her lips hadn't yet opened or more likely closed after I had stopped teasing her. Because her entire area was completely denuded of hair, it made her look even more like a teenaged girl...and as bad as that was; it excited me. I teased my tongue into the narrow opening and it slowly responded by drawing back...like the drawbridge for the proverbial magic kingdom. Jeannie's slippery pink center was slowly revealed as I dug my tongue in and slipped as deeply in as I could reach. Jeannie's hips tipped up and her legs spread further to give me even more access. Her lips continued to open until she was open like a beautiful pink flower. Pulling back a little, I trailed along the delicate edge of the pink lips. Her body reacted to every touch of my tongue with a little jolt, as though she'd been shocked. Tracing back up I found the hood with the tip of my tongue and she jerked again. This was kind of fun. I backed off and traced around the lips again, allowing Jeannie to calm back down, then I flicked her clit again. Her hips rocked again and this time she tried to follow my tongue when I backed off. She failed and I heard another faint, "Bitch," come from above my head. I laughed softly and heard, "Heyyy..." from above me. Immediately resuming, I found Jeannie's clit with my tongue and as I flicked it, I moved closer and found the little bundle of nerves with my lips. Jeannie sighed softly as I kept the pressure on her clit this time. Adding the tip my forefinger to her slot made her squirm, trying to force me to move deeper. I decided to stop teasing and let her have what she wanted. My finger slid deeper into Jeannie's tight, hot, wet pussy and the relief in her voice was evident. "Oooohhh, Angel, that feelsss sssooo good..." I smiled into her soft flesh and kissed the straining clit before sucking it gently between my teeth. I scraped the little nub while sliding a second finger into Jeannie and curling them up to find the little rough patch and Jeannie's hips bounced off of the bed. "Oh my god, Katie!" my baby screeched. I kept the pressure up with my fingers and my tongue and Jeannie's hips were rising higher and higher. I glanced up at her face, her eyes were screwed tightly shut and her body was covered with a beautiful sheen of perspiration. Her stomach was a firm plateau of tightened down muscles and taut skin. I backed off a tiny bit and allowed her to relax before driving my fingers as deeply into her as I could. The soft walls of her pussy were starting to constrict on my fingers and suddenly she screamed, "Katieeeeee!" and then she was coming all over me. My hand and face were drenched and her thighs were wrapped tightly around my head. Her thighs got tighter and tighter, and then abruptly loosened as she collapsed to the bed. Her breathing was ragged and harsh, her eyes closed and she was motionless. I kept kissing around her pussy and the only movement from her would be when she flinched as my lips touched the swollen flesh. "Angel," she rasped, her hands reaching under my chin, "please, no more, I can't take any more. Not right now. Kiss me, please?" I kissed the red, swollen flesh and she giggled, "Not there!" "Oh," I said as I pulled myself up to her face. She opened her eyes a sliver and then they widened as she saw me. "Did I do that?" My face wasn't dripping, but I knew it was shiny with Jeannie's love. I giggled and nodded, "Yes, you did, Urkel." She frowned, not understanding at all, and then she scowled and smacked me. "Hey!" "I couldn't help it, you sounded just like him, 'Did I do that?'" I giggled. She pouted, "That was mean." I kissed her lightly, "No it wasn't, and you know it." She tried holding the pout and failed, grinning at me. "You're right; it was funny, though it wasn't very romantic." Now I frowned, "Who says romance can't be fun and funny?" "I, uh, but, ummm..." Jeannie stammered. I started laughing, "You are soooo easy." First she looked startled and then she looked pissed. She started wrestling with me, "I'll show you..." It was funny, all ninety eight pounds of her trying to be all tough. I was laughing and it pissed her off even more. She hooked her leg over both of mine and suddenly, somehow I was on the bottom, pinned down with her grinning in my face. "You forget that I have two brothers that are twice my size," she smirked. "I had to learn this in order to survive." She was lying on top of me and leaned in and kissed me. It was so soft and tender that it made me melt. Her lips felt as though they had merged with mine, the feeling was so perfect. I relaxed and let her kiss me, touch me and caress me. Her hands fluttered around my face, down my sides and over my arms. She started squirming with her hips obviously trying to move me so I opened my legs and she slipped between them. She nestled down and didn't move at first, continuing to kiss me softly. Her hands continued to caress my body and moving her body to allow access to my boobs and nipples. She never stayed in one place very long, causing my concentration to waver. Aidan and Katie Ch. 06 Jeannie slipped away and slid down my body, her lips finding my nipples, each in turn. I was starting to get excited, her smooth body slipping and sliding over me and her attention to my nipples had made me start to breathe hard. She kissed and swirled her tongue around my navel, causing me to giggle and lurch in surprise. She stopped with her face above my tummy and her boobs between my thighs. She looked up at me and gave me that shy, sexy smile and I thought I was going to melt. Twisting her body, eyes never leaving mine, she ran her long, thick nipple over my mound, the thin panties providing little insulation between her skin and mine. The feeling of her thick nubbin riding over my clit caused my hips to twitch and I saw a little smile play over her lips. She glanced up at me, "Like that?" I was almost speechless, "Mmm-hmm..." She whispered, "Maybe you'll like this more..." She sat up and slipped her fingers under the waistband of my panties. I smiled, knowing what she wanted, then raised my hips. She pulled my black silk panties off and tossed them aside. She scooted up to kiss me again, her body lingering over mine. She hesitated before doing anything else to me, for me, you know what I mean. She just looked at me, her eyes slowly dragging along my body. "Katie, I probably don't say this enough, but I think you're beautiful and I love you more than anything in this world. I want to make you as happy as you make me." My eyes filled with tears, she kissed the tears away and slipped down, her lips melting with mine in a perfect kiss. She slid down and settled between my legs, her pussy lined up with mine. I was becoming so aroused that the pressure of her clit on mine sparked a tiny orgasm. I saw her smile at the vibrations in my body before she slowly started rubbing her pussy on mine. The wetness between us coupled with our complete smoothness created the perfect feeling of slick friction. Jeannie was slowly rubbing herself against me and the feeling was exquisite. Reaching up, I tenderly cupped her breasts, gently thumbing her erect nipples. "Oooohhh," she sighed, "I like that..." I kept up the soft pressure as her speed slowly increased between my legs. The friction was causing the heat in my clit to increase and it started moving into my pelvis and into my abdomen. The heat was spreading outward from our center, our love juices mixing and making us slick and slippery. The heat moved into my chest, making it hard to breathe, but making me feel loved and tingly. In the growing deliriousness of the impending orgasm, I felt a deeper love and closeness with Jeannie than I had ever felt in my life. I abandoned Jeannie's breasts and pulled her into a hug. It seemed to startle her and she giggled. I whispered in her ear, "I love you Babygirl." Turning her head, she kissed me and then as my orgasm was building, she pulled her hips back. The loss of contact was shocking and I gasped. Giggling, she kissed the tip of my nose and slid down, stopping at my pussy with her boob. I noted the feeling of her silk encased legs sliding against mine. I really liked the smooth, sexy sensation and decided that this was something we needed to do again. Suddenly, all coherent thought left my head as Jeannie slipped her long, stiff nipple along my clit. The firm, yet soft texture of her nipple brought my slowly dissipating orgasm roaring back. "Ohhhh..." I moaned as Jeannie rubbed her nipple firmly, yet gently across my clit. Rotating her chest, she circled my clit with her nipple before shifting and plunging it into my pussy. It was only a half inch, but the weight and substance of her big D-cup behind it and pressing into me toppled me over the edge into an incredible orgasm. The heat that had been building and spreading exploded in me and reached to every fiber of my being. My body rose from the bed, lifting Jeannie with me. I was bridged between my toes and the top of my head. Just as suddenly, the tension that was suspending my body dissolved and I crumpled to the bed. Jeannie had been riding along as I levitated above the bed and flopped on top of me after my collapse. I lay there, still, breathing raggedly. She started giggling as she lay on top of me. "Wow! Was that good for you?" I wearily raised my head, "Oh, shut up!" I said as I grinned. "Come here and kiss me and let me hold you." I turned my head and looked at the window. "I hope you were planning to sleep late, 'cause the sun's up." She continued to giggle, "It's a good thing it's Saturday." She grabbed the sheet and covered us up and snuggled down into my arms. I don't think I was awake for a minute after that. When I next opened my eyes, Jeannie was sitting cross-legged at the edge of the bed looking at me. Her lap was covered by a sheet, but she was topless. I smiled at her, "Whatcha doin'?" The sexy, shy smile appeared, along with a blush. "Just watchin' you sleep." I tilted my head to the side, "Why?" Her blush deepened, "Because I love you, I think you're beautiful and I just like watching you sleep." It was my turn to blush, "Oh...you know I love you, too, right?" "Uh-huh..." her blush continued to deepen. "Buuut?" I said. Jeannie hesitated before answering, "I, uhh, I, umm, it's just that, uhhh..." I started laughing, "Oh for cryin' out loud, spit it out!" "I didn't get to lick you last night and I really, really want to." She said, so quickly it was almost one word. "We were up so late that I didn't want to wake you up, so I've been waiting, but it's been hard." I giggled, "OK, but I've got to go to the bathroom, first." I got out of bed and went around and kissed her. I was about halfway across the bedroom when I said over my shoulder, "I think I'm going to take a shower," I paused as I continued walking and then said, "Are you coming?" I didn't turn around, but I heard a thump as either her feet or butt hit the floor and then suddenly she was beside me. She slipped her hand into mine and we walked the remaining steps into the bathroom together. At some point she had removed her stockings and garter belt and was gloriously naked. When we got to the bathroom, I relieved myself and started to remove my stockings and garter belt and she stopped me. "Let me," she whispered. I smiled and nodded. While she started on my remaining clothes, I took off my new jewelry. I realized that I had been very foolish to sleep in the dangly earrings and necklace. I was very lucky that nothing had become tangled or broken. I placed it all carefully in a jewelry tray and stood and watched Jeannie slowly, deliberately and sensuously remove my stockings. She undid the clasps on my left leg and kissed the skin in between the garter belt and the stocking. Tugging on the top, she loosened it from my thigh until it was sliding freely down my leg. She followed it down, kissing the newly exposed skin as she descended to my foot. Making sure I was balanced and wouldn't fall, she gently lifted my foot and slipped the stocking off, taking care not to run it. She hung it carefully on the towel rack and then picked up my foot again, this time kissing each toe, softly, lovingly. She repeated the slow, sexy process on the other leg. By the time she got to my right foot, I was soaking wet and breathing erratically. After tenderly kissing each toe, she stood and had me turn around. Hooking her fingers in the waistband of the garter belt she slowly slipped it over my butt and slid it to the floor. As it slid down, her lips softly caressed my butt, causing me to tingle all over. When she stood, she dragged her breasts with the pronounced nipples up my legs, and over my butt, her smooth skin causing me to shiver in desire and anticipation. I stood waiting for her next move. She stepped away and into the shower, turning it on and adjusting the temperature. She came back, turned me around and drew me into the shower, closing the shower door. She snuggled up to me under the perfectly warm flowing water and turned her head and lips up for a kiss. I leaned down and kissed her gently, lovingly and she broke it after a few moments. I looked at her, puzzled as she stepped away. She picked up some cocoanut scented body-wash that I had never seen before. She filled her hands with the wash and then cupped my breasts. The wash was cool, her hands warm and the disparity made the tingle come back and my pussy pulse. She took a deep breath and smiled, "I love the smell of cocoanut." She paused and then buried her face in my chest, covering herself in suds. "I especially love the smell of cocoanut on you." She plunged her face into the stream of water from the shower and then continued to soap up my body. Her slippery hands seemed to be everywhere on my body at once, my boobs, my bottom, my mound...everywhere. I giggled, in my excited state it seemed as though she had ten arms. After she had completely soaped me up, she turned me so that I was facing her, away from the shower head, and gently prodded me to back up into the cascading water. She rinsed my front and then, having effectively removed all of the soap from there, knelt before me. She brushed her damp hair from her face and looked up at me, smiling shyly. Her hands squeezed between my thighs and gently pressed outward, forcing them apart. Her beautiful brown eyes never left mine as her lips approached my womanhood. I was trembling as I waited for her to make contact and though the wait seemed infinite, I'm certain it was mere seconds. As her lips contacted the top of my slit, her hands cupped my bottom. Her lips didn't lose contact with me, causing an exciting vibration as she spoke softly, "I love your ass, Angel." I blushed in response, speechless. She giggled, causing more heavenly vibration. "I also love it when you blush." Her tongue slipped out and tickled my slit, causing a momentary buckling of my knees. She steadied me and then murmured "Whoa, don't fall on me now." I just giggled and then moaned as she dug deeper with her tongue. She held my bottom firmly in her hands as she lashed relentlessly with her tongue. As I had been increasingly excited since I awoke to Jeannie watching me, I was extremely wet and sensitive. Her persistent assault on my nether region had my body quickly escalating, to what I anticipated as, a tremendous orgasm. I was panting and closed my eyes, but opened them again because I missed seeing Jeannie's eyes. Her eyes began to sparkle and I could see the growing smile in them. I had unconsciously started rocking my hips in rhythm to her licking and sucking and my eyes drifted closed. As soon as my eyes closed, Jeannie was gone. I gasped in dismay and my eyes flew open. She was sitting on her heels grinning up at me. "Heeeyyy..." I whined. She leaned forward and kissed my clit, causing me to jerk. "I didn't want you to go off too soon," she grinned cheekily. "I have more planned." I moaned, not because I was upset, just the opposite, it excited me and I was anticipating what she had in store for me. She stood, kissed me sweetly and then gently turned me around. Putting my hands on the wall of the shower she pulled my legs back and spread them. I felt vulnerable, but in a good way. I had started trembling in anticipation, waiting for what she had planned. Jeannie grabbed the body-wash again, this time drizzling it on my shoulders. I felt the cool liquid on my skin, sliding down a little before Jeannie reached up and started tenderly rubbing it across my skin. She added more and the suds started floating everywhere, I started giggling again, it felt like we were floating on clouds of bubbles. That and all thought left my mind as her hands drifted to my bottom. She lightly washed my bottom, her fingers drifting between my cheeks, causing me to twitch and clinch my cheeks together. I felt her lips on my shoulder as she murmured, "Relax Angel, let me love all of you." Her fingers had lingered on my slick butt, slowly stroking my skin. My head dropped as I gave in to the feelings of desire that were building in me again. I relaxed my butt and her fingers slipped between and gently caressed the little valley. Slowly, very, very, slowly her fingers worked deeper between my cheeks and brushed my little pink wrinkle. I knew it was coming, but it still made me squirm away. She lightly slapped my ass and I settled down off of my tiptoes. The motion caused her fingertip to pierce my bottom and I sighed as she wriggled it in there. She kissed my bottom as she settled to her knees behind me. Her hand left me as she found the body-wash again. She didn't put any on me directly, though I could feel the slipperiness on her hands as she found my butt again. Her finger slipped into the crevasse between my cheeks as I took a deep shuddering breath. It found the ring and slowly breached it as she kissed and caressed with her other hand. My head hung low as she unhurriedly pressed inward. The excruciatingly slow pace had my heart pounding as she languidly fucked my ass with her tiny finger. My body was responding, an orgasm building deeply within me again. She stopped with her finger inside me, kissing my cheek again. Her finger started sliding out, but didn't reverse course this time, leaving me feeling empty. "Ohhhh..." I moaned, disappointed. She stood up and rinsed my back and butt off. She started kissing my back and slowly worked her way down until she was kissing between my cheeks. Using her hands, she spread my bottom, exposing my little pink ring to the air. It was only exposed for a moment before she continued licking down the crack, finally finding my little wrinkle, slithering her tongue around it. Having wedged her face in my ass, she let go with one hand and found my weeping pussy. "Eeeeiiii," I squealed as she found my clit and wormed her tongue deeply into my butt. I remembered thinking how long it was and wondering what it could do. I was finding out and loving it. The other thing that I didn't think about was how strong it would be. She worked it deeply inside me, manipulating it, making it dance. I couldn't believe how it felt, so different, so exciting. Twisting her hand, she drove her thumb into my pussy and straddled my clit with two fingers. "Jeanniiieee..." I shrieked, my voice echoing off the walls of the bathroom as she continued to ravage my ass and my pussy. I rose up on my toes, the tension form my rapidly building orgasm causing all of my muscles to clinch. "Oh God, Jeannie, fuck me, fuck me, Oh God I'm cominnngggg Jeannieeeee..." My body exploded like never before. I felt the juices leave my body at supersonic velocity as the orgasm went on and on with no seeming end in sight. As it finally waned to gentle pulses, my arms gave out as I was barely able to keep from slamming my face into the tiled wall. Slowly, I crumpled to the floor as Jeannie supported me. She turned me around, drawing me into her arms, cuddling me as the tears rolled down my cheeks. She laid her cheek against mine and I giggled as I felt my juices on her face. She pulled away and looked at me, "What's so funny?" "You're covered." I giggled. "Yeah, and?" She said. I could feel the water starting to cool so I said, "We better get you rinsed off, we'll get cold if we stay here much longer." She hugged me again, "OK." We got up and rinsed her off, moving quickly because it was getting cold. We turned off the water and got out, rubbing each other with towels to warm up. She looked at me and said, "What do you want to do now?" I giggled, "I am worn out! I wanna go back to bed and take a nap." She laughed, "OK, works for me!" We each slipped into a pair of panties and snuggled in under the covers. We kissed gently for a little while and the next thing I knew I opened my eyes and it was dark outside. Jeannie was gone and I smelled something heavenly coming from the kitchen. I walked out to the kitchen and Jeannie was standing there in a pair of panties and an apron. She obviously heard me as she said, "Good evening Sleeping Beauty!" I just giggled, walked up behind her and slipped my arms around her waist. I kissed her on the neck and propped my chin on her shoulder. "Whatcha makin'?" "A surprise," she murmured. 'It's another dish that I learned it from my grandma. It's almost ready, go get some clothes on." I grinned, "But this is more fun." "Maybe," I could hear the smile in her voice, "But I want you to enjoy the meal, not the view." "Awwww," I grumped, but went to the bathroom and then got dressed in a purple spaghetti strapped tank top and white short-shorts. Jeannie came in and threw on a tee shirt and jeans; took my hand and led me down to the dining room. She kissed me and had me sit, heading back into the kitchen. She brought out a pan of homemade baking powder biscuits and set them in front of me. She went back and brought out a homemade Shepherd's Pie. Finally she went back and brought out two pints of Guinness. She sat down and smiled shyly. "What do you think?" I got up and ran around the table and hugged her, "Oh my God!" I squealed, "This smells and looks amazing!" Her smile was huge, "I hope it tastes as good as it smells, please help yourself!" I dug what I thought was a huge piece out of the casserole and it didn't make a dent. "We're never going to eat all of this." She smiled again, "I thought maybe we could take some to Aidan and Elle. Aidan always loved this, though I have to make it with hamburger and not ground lamb, like my grandma taught me." I grinned, my mouth full. "I can see why, this is awesome!" Jeannie frowned, "Don't talk with food in your mouth!" I giggled, "OK, Mom!" She tried to continue frowning, but couldn't pull it off. "Stop it," she giggled. I stuck a mashed potato covered tongue out at her. "Ewwww, gross!" She shrieked, "Are you sure you're a teacher at that school of yours? Not one of the delinquents?" I stuck my tongue out again, this time covered with hamburger and carrots. She just stared at me shaking her head. It was then that I realized that I didn't have the makings of either Shepherd's Pie or baking powder biscuits in my cupboards. "Where'd you get the stuff to make this?" I asked. She rolled her eyes, "You were asleep forever, so I went and got it." I was confused, "But you were only in your panties and an apron when I got up." She smirked, "You know one of the convenient things about clothes is they go on and come off, right?" I was still confused, "But, why?" Her eyes went soft, "'Cause I wanted to be naked for you when you got up." I blushed, "Oh. That was nice." She bit her lip, "See?" I got up, hugged and kissed her. "Thank you; for dinner, for being here and for being naked, I love you." She reached up, hugged my arms and laid her head to the side on my arm. We stayed like that for a few minutes and then I extricated myself and started clearing the table. She said, "You don't have to do that!" I smiled, "You cooked, I'll clean up." "OK, we'll do it together." She answered. We cleaned up and then snuggled on the couch with a romantic comedy. I don't even remember what it was because we cuddled and kissed and touched each other all evening long. It was sweet and loving and romantic. I started getting sleepy and Jeannie suggested we go to bed. I frowned, "Don't wanna, comfortable...like holding you." I sounded like I was five. She slipped away from me, tugging on my hands. "Come on..." "Okaaayyy..." I mumbled. We went upstairs and she stopped me at the end of the bed. She took off all of her clothes and then took off all of my clothes. I stood there docilely like a five year old and let her undress me. We climbed into bed and Jeannie snuggled up to me. "Good night," she whispered. I closed my eyes and the next thing I knew it was morning. We went and saw Aidan; Elle was working and we spent the day with him. He was ecstatic about Jeannie bringing him the Shepherd's Pie. Aidan and Katie Ch. 07 Ruthie stepped into the living room and she was blushing. I rushed over to her and hugged her. "How was it?" I asked, "Was it everything you hoped it would be?" She nodded into my shoulder, whispering, "It was awesome!" We sat down with them, after Ruthie got us a couple of beers. Chelsi wasn't going to change some things about Ruthie. I grinned, "You don't need to get detailed, or graphic..." Jeannie interrupted, "Oh yes, please do!" I elbowed her and she laughed and Chelsi turned an even deeper shade of red. "Anyway," I said glaring at Jeannie as she giggled, "tell us about it." If it were even possible, Chelsi turned even redder and bowed her head. Ruthie started explaining. "A couple of nights ago we were getting ready for bed. Chelsi looked at me and asked if we could sleep naked. Of course I grinned and agreed. She said she wanted us to shower together first." Ruthie looked at Chelsi and I saw the ghost of a loving smile dance across her face. "Chelsi spent a long time washing me," she blushed again, "all of me. She wouldn't let me touch her and that hurt, but I stood and watched her wash herself. We got out and she gently dried me off and then dried herself off. She took my hand and led me into the bedroom. She put a robe on me and I asked why, if we would be sleeping naked. She said she wanted to do something and it would take a minute to do and she didn't want me to get cold. She ran around the room, naked, so that was a plus, setting and lighting candles. Then she took me by the hand, led me to the bed, took off the robe, kissed me and had me lay down." She paused and took a big gulp of beer before continuing. "Chelsi lay down beside me and kissed me, she kissed me deeper and softer than she ever had before. We kissed for a long time and every time I tried to touch her, she pushed my hands away. I asked her why and she didn't answer. Finally, after kissing me and tracing my face with her fingertips, she pushed my head to the side. I didn't resist, but I didn't know what she was doing. It didn't take very long to figure out what she was doing, though. I felt her lips barely touch my ear and I could feel her warm breath on my neck and in my ear, sending chills throughout my body. I tried to turn my head back and she gently stopped me again. Her lips and tongue moved down my neck and I could feel the wet trail, cool on my neck." She stopped, took a deep shuddering breath and another swallow of beer. "I wasn't sure what to make of Chelsi's aggression, but I loved it. My body was catching fire and she was just kissing and touching my skin, she hadn't even gotten to any of my good parts. She kept moving down until she found my boob. She didn't hesitate and sucked my nipple into her mouth, catching it between her teeth, gently biting down. I had a small orgasm, just from that. I tried to touch her again and she slapped my hands away again. She played with my boobs for a little while, going from side to side. She moved up and kissed me, and said, 'I love you Ruthie' and slid all the way down my body. She stopped at my feet and started kissing her way back up my legs. Her tenderness was driving me insane. My hips were humping all on their own. I could feel myself leaking and all I could do was lie there and take it, she still wouldn't let me touch her. She got to my fat thighs..." Chelsi looked up sharply, "Hey! What did I tell you about running yourself down!?!" Ruthie looked contrite, "Sorry." The change in Ruthie was profound and very interesting. "She got to my thighs and slowed her progress." Ruthie said quietly. "She kissed and licked every inch of skin on the inside of both thighs and I was going crazy. I just knew I was going to explode if she ever touched my cunt..." Chelsi looked up sharply, again but didn't say a word. Ruthie stopped and then restarted, "Sorry, my kitty... anyway, I didn't want to come as soon as she touched me so I tried to control myself. I failed because as soon as her magic tongue touched me I came harder than I could ever remember coming in my life. It just went on and on. Chelsi never stopped, first her tongue was soft, and then it was hard and insistent and then it was soft again. She varied her touch and brought me off again and again. I finally had to push her away. She crawled up and snuggled in my arms and asked shyly, 'Was that OK?' It struck me funny that she had me in an orgasmic state for God knows how long and she asked if it was OK. I started laughing, but had to ask if it would be OK to hold her and she nodded. I hugged her to me and kissed her. Then I asked her where she had learned all of that..." Chelsi interrupted, "I told her that during the day, when no-one was in the store, I would watch lesbian porn. I had no clue what to do, so I wanted to learn. I wanted to be good for her and I wanted to see what was good. I watched a lot of lesbian porn. I found that I liked watching Sinn Sage and Gracie Glam. They seemed to work very hard to make the sex pleasurable for their partners. It was as if the camera wasn't even there. I also liked watching Faye Reagan and Georgia Jones together. Whether it's just for the camera or not, they seem to have a real connection and the chemistry on the screen is electric, but it can also be sweet and soft. I don't like a lot of the older ladies because they're awfully plastic and a little jaded. I just wanted to be good and sweet and loving for Ruthie." They didn't want to talk about the rest of it and that was OK with me, Jeannie...not so much. "Oh come on!" She pled. "Jeannie!" I said sharply, "Let 'em alone. If they don't want to talk about any more, we can respect that, can't we?" Jeannie sighed, "I guess." We went out and sat down for dinner. Chelsi said grace again and this time it wasn't as much of a surprise. It turned out that Chelsi is a very good cook and she made a pot roast with all the trimmings. It was as good as Mom's and I told Chelsi as much. She blushed, but also beamed with pride. She made a peach cobbler with ice cream for dessert. I only finished about half of the cobbler before I had to quit. "Chelsi, this is awesome, but I am stuffed, I can't do any more." Ruthie started to reach for my cobbler but a sharp look from Chelsi caused her to freeze and withdraw her hand. This relationship was getting to be more and more of a revelation. We all pitched in and cleaned up the kitchen before going out and sitting down. We talked for a while and then Ruthie put in a movie. Chelsi snuggled up to Ruthie and Ruthie looked relaxed and happy. Chelsi was obviously very good for her. Jeannie snuggled up to me and I felt as relaxed and happy as Ruthie looked. After the movie was over, we all really didn't want to move and I think that Jeannie had fallen asleep, because she looked as though she had just woken up. "Come on Jeannie," I said softly, "let's go home." She just mumbled, "OK." I hugged and kissed Chelsi and Ruthie and thanked them. I had to guide Jeannie to the car; she was almost asleep on her feet. She snored lightly all the way home. I got her into the townhouse, undressed her and into bed. I didn't understand it, she was out of it and I didn't think she had that much to drink. I asked her about it on Sunday and she said that sometimes if she had more than two glasses of wine, she reacted funny. ***************** The following Wednesday, a couple of parents wanted to meet after school about their student's grades. I texted Jeannie and told her I'd be late and she should figure something out for dinner. She answered and said she'd be ready. The parents talked and talked about the necessity of their child to get a good grade and they were willing to do anything to help him. I told them about ten different ways that he could help himself, but they didn't seem interested. I couldn't be sure, but it seemed they wanted to pay for a grade, but wouldn't say it. I stayed as far away from that as I could and finally gave them a list of the things he needed to do to pull up his grade. They weren't happy, but they finally left. I called Jeannie and she said she'd be ready when I got home. It was only after I had hung up that I realized that she said she'd be ready, not dinner. I hoped that didn't mean that we were going out, I was way too tired. I opened the front door and was shocked to see Jeannie sitting with one leg up on the couch and one on the floor in knee-high leather pirate's boots with three inch heels and nothing else. I slammed the door and said "Jeannie are you out of your mind? There were people in the parking lot! They could have seen you!" She didn't say a word; she just sat there with one arm draped over her upraised leg, trailing her fingers over her glistening womanhood. It was then I noticed that the room was nearly dark, lit only by flickering candles. I stood there transfixed, watching her gently stroke her folds. I was frozen in my tracks, coat still on and buttoned, holding my purse and briefcase watching her gentle movements. After a few moments...or hours, the fingers on her other hand started teasing one of her amazing nipples. It had grown to it's full length and breadth, causing me to open my mouth, and touching my lower lip with my tongue, unconsciously mimicking the licking motion I used when making love to the smooth, firm flesh of her nipple. I started to perspire, but that wasn't the only moisture my body was producing. I slowly became conscious of the sticky pool forming in my panties. My breathing had become heavy, loud enough for Jeannie to hear, and that's when she finally spoke. "I left work early today," she said softly, while continuing to gently stroke herself. "I had started thinking about you and our love and I became very, very wet. I could smell myself and realized that if I could smell myself, then everyone else could smell me, too." She looked down at herself and smiled, "I knew I had to come home and clean myself up. So I did. After I was done, I decided that I was going shopping. I didn't go with anything in mind, I was just trying to keep myself busy, and so I just wandered around. I found myself in front of a shoe store and these boots were in the window. I pictured myself sitting here just like this, waiting for you and I started dripping again. I went into the store and asked to try on a pair." She giggled and stroked herself deeper for a moment before resuming her gentle stroking. "A young man of about eighteen helped me and I had a wicked thought as he was looking for my size. When he came back, I asked him to remove my shoes and he did. As he was looking back at the boots to pick them up, I spread my legs." She smiled her shy sexy smile at me, eyes twinkling in the candlelight and then the smile turned impish. "He turned around, but he was looking at my feet. As he was tugging on the boot, his hands worked up my leg until his eyes found the hem of my skirt. His eyes bulged as he recognized that I was not wearing panties." I gasped, "Jeannie!" and she giggled. "It was bad, I know, but it was so much fun!" She laughed. "I made him put on the other boot and I glanced down at his crotch and he was hard! I stood and walked around and he just followed me with his eyes, not moving. I stood in front of the mirror and pulled up my skirt, it must have looked as though I was going to expose myself and his eyes bulged even more. I dropped it, spun around and sat back down. I asked him to pull them off and after he got the right one off and turned to get the left, I put my bare foot on his crotch and rubbed a little. He fell backwards and the front of his pants got all wet. I had made him come. He got up and ran into the back. I had to get the other boot off by myself. The whole thing made me even hornier for you than I had been. I had the tiniest little orgasm while I was pulling those boots off, just thinking of telling you this story. Ohhhh..." Her eyes fluttered closed and she shivered a little. Another sly grin flashed across her face, "That's the third tiny one I've had today and I haven't even touched my clit. I wanted to wait to have the big one with you. Are you ready? I need you Angel; I need your tongue on me and in me. I need my lover to love me. Pleeeeze Angel." My purse and briefcase hit the floor, I don't even recall letting go. My hands scrabbled at the buttons and the coat was on the floor, I pulled my shirt over my head, unsnapped my bra and slung it across the room. By the time I reached her, I was down to my panties. She looked at them and started laughing, much as Aidan had last year. I growled, "They're comfortable, bitch!" That made her laugh even harder. I peeled them off, the crotch sticking to me briefly before letting go. I tossed them at her and she deflected them onto the floor. I knelt before her, my growing desire causing me to tremble. I noticed that as much as I was trembling, Jeannie, despite her forward behavior, was trembling more than I. I leaned in and kissed her on the lips, drawing a little moan from her. My hand joined hers at her wetness and I pushed her fingers along with mine into her depths. She gasped as my thumb found her clit and flicked. I felt her tiny body tense in anticipation and then I pulled her hand and mine away. "Bitch!" She hissed; I just smiled against her mouth. "No, Babydoll, "I answered quietly, "payback's a bitch." "You're still mad about that night when Ruthie and Chelsi came over!" She pouted. "Moi?" I asked dramatically. "Surely not!" I slithered down her body and took one of her amazing nipples in my mouth. Mouth full, I mumbled, "If I were mad, would I be doing this?" I curled my tongue around the velvety little column and then bit down softly. She moaned and then screeched as I drove my fingers back in. "Or this?" Pistoning my fingers a few strokes, I could feel her body tense again so I withdrew. "Jesus, Katie!" Jeannie howled. "Stop doing that!" "OK." I grinned to myself as I let loose of her entirely, sitting back on my heels. "Oh shit!" She breathed desperately, "I didn't mean stop! I-I-I meant stop teasing me. I am so fucking close! Pleeeezzzeee!" I took pity on her a slipped down to her weeping, needy pussy. I watched, fascinated, as the muscles pulsed with need as her body tried to cross the boundary without assistance. I leaned in and kissed above her little slot and her hips jerked, trying to find my lips. I dodged for a moment and then leaned in again, kissing the throbbing button. I felt it quiver between my lips even before I gave a gentle little suck. The light suction was enough to push her over the edge. Jeannie melted into a twitching mass of nerve endings as the orgasm blasted through her. She certainly wasn't kidding when she said she was close and needed it. I was coated with a load of her nectar as I continued to lick and suck and drink in her essence, my baby came and came. I felt every ridge, every valley, and every sweet part of her pussy with my tongue. Her body twitched and shook and trembled and all she was able to do was hold my head as I prolonged her sweet agony. Finally, her hands fell to her sides and I heard her weakly whisper, "Please Angel, no more, please..." I kissed her gently one last time and rocked back on my heels one last time. I giggled, "So, what about dinner?" She opened her eyes and looked at me, and then rolled them, "You've got to be kiddin' me! You're just like your brother, 'Wham, Bam Thank You Ma'am, where's the food?'" I raised an eyebrow, "So, where's the food?" She made an exasperated noise and started to get up before I pushed her back down. I bent forward and kissed her, my fingers trailed down to her pussy. She flinched as I pressed into her. I pulled away, looking into her eyes, "I don't think I'm quite done with you, yet." I stood up, grabbed her hands and pulled her to her feet. I was barefoot and she was still in her boots, she was now nearly as tall as me and I kind of liked it. I led her around to the back of the couch and gently pushed her to bend over it. I nudged her feet apart, spreading her legs. I stood back, looking at her cute little butt, her skin flushed from either excitement or embarrassment. I knelt between her parted feet, looking at her flushed, swollen pussy. For a moment, I just breathed on her moist flesh, causing her skin to ripple with goosebumps. As I watched, her body reacted to her excitement by forming lubrication that appeared in tiny droplets on the delicate edges of her lips. It excited me that I could do this to her by the act of merely watching. She started trembling as I sat there on my knees. I heard a faint, plaintive plea, "Katie...Katie, please touch me." Using my forefinger, I drew the beaded moisture from Jeannie's sensitive, fine lips and she shuddered. "Oh, oh Katie..." I licked my finger, shivering myself at her unique flavor. I slipped my finger deeply into her love channel, finding the moisture had pooled inside of her. My middle finger joined my forefinger in Jeannie's slippery depths. Slowly I withdrew my fingers and Jeannie moaned. As I moved out I also moved up and found her sensitive little wrinkle and smeared a slippery glob of Jeannie's essence on the outside before I slipped my finger inside. Her little bottom clutched at my finger as I pressed deeply inside. I withdrew and replaced my finger with my tongue and Jeannie shrieked in surprise. I slipped my thumb into her pussy and wrapped my fingers around her clit. I rocked my hand back and forth fucking her with my thumb and squeezing her clit. My tongue teased her little hole as I allowed the saliva to run from my mouth coating her ass. Her bottom was squeezing my tongue as though it didn't want to let go. I increased the speed of my hand and she started to wail, "Oh, God Katie, here it comes again, Katiekatiekatie I'm cominnnnggggg..." My hand and arm were soaked as her orgasm overwhelmed her. Slowly, I withdrew my hand and kissed her bottom. I helped her stand on shaky legs and wrapped my arm around her waist. We slowly ascended the stairs and I lay her down in bed. I think she was asleep before I went into the bathroom. I looked in the mirror and laughed, my face still covered with the sticky residue of Jeannie's love. I took a quick shower and then headed down to the kitchen. I smiled; Jeannie hadn't ignored my request for dinner. There was a pizza box from The Elle, an 'Elle's Chicago Style Deep Dish Pizza' with sausage, onions and green peppers. I sat down with a glass of diet Coke and a piece of pizza before going up and getting into bed with Jeannie. I pulled her close to me and she smiled in her sleep, snuggling in close to me. ************************* The next morning when my alarm went off, Jeannie hadn't moved and still didn't when I got up. I went in the bathroom and did my morning routine. When I came out, dressed, Jeannie hadn't moved a muscle. I kissed her on the forehead and she smiled in her sleep again. I went to school and had a good, albeit uneventful day. I had been home about fifteen minutes when the doorbell rang. I answered the door and there was the complex manager, a very nice young man of twenty two. He was a college student, putting himself through school, rent free and learning life lessons. I thought it was a clever way to help pay for his education. Anyway, Bobby was standing there studying his toes as though his life depended upon it. "Hey Bobby," I said brightly, "what's up?" "I, um, I, could I come in?" He stammered. "Sure Bobby, come on in." I said, "Do you want a diet Coke, a beer or something?" He closed the door, stood right next to it and his face was fire engine red. "Um, ahhhh, n-n-no. K-K-Katie." "Bobby, what's wrong?" I said smiling. "K-K-Katie you know you're my favorite tenant, don't you?" He said looking at the floor. "You never complain, your rent's always on time...hell it's always early, plus you never cause trouble." Aidan and Katie Ch. 07 "Thanks, Bobby it's nice to hear that good behavior is appreciated." I was still smiling. "Well, that's the thing...I've, uhhh, I'm, ummm, the thing is, I've had complaints." If it was possible he was redder than before. I frowned, "Complaints? About what?" I thought he was going to faint. Then, suddenly he took a deep breath and looked me in the eye. "Sex noises, loud sex noises, at all times of the night and day. The people on either side of you have small children and the kids are asking questions about if one of the ladies in here is being hurt. The other tenants feel like they shouldn't be subjected to the noises. I'm asking you to tone it down." With that out, his momentary courage was gone. He deflated and was bright red and not looking at me again. I started laughing and he looked up at me. "Bobby, that's not an unreasonable request, we'll keep it down." I couldn't help myself, I had to say it. "Even if I have to use a gag on her, we'll keep it down." That was it, he was toast. His eyes bulging, he croaked, "Thank you," flung the door open and fled. As soon as the door was closed I had to go sit down, because I was laughing so hard. I was still snickering when Jeannie got home an hour later. "What's so funny?" She smiled. I told her the whole story. She laughed and ran up to her room and came down, holding something behind her back. I smiled at her and asked, "What are you hiding?" She started giggling and pulled out a red ball gag. My eyes must have popped out of my head because her giggle went to a full-fledged belly laugh. When she had recovered, she said, "I never want to use this thing, but I had to see your face and it was sooo worth it." I laughed and hugged her. "Where did you get that thing?" Her face saddened for a moment before she said, "Let's just say that it's a part of a dark part of my life. I kept it to remind myself that I never want to go back there." I said, "I'm so sorry Jeannie, I didn't mean to bring up anything painful." She got an impish smile on her face, "You have no idea..." I smacked her arm, "Stop it!" She just smiled. ********************* A couple of days later, after we had gotten done with dinner, we were snuggled in and watching a little TV. Jeannie sat up, picked up the remote and turned off the TV. "Angel, I've been thinking." I turned to look at her, "About what, Babydoll?" She turned a little red. "We're sure we're gonna last, right?" I said slowly, "I'm absolutely certain of it, aren't you?" She nodded quickly, "Yes, without a doubt. I didn't start this off very well. What I mean to say is that I think we're ready for a big commitment." My heart started beating faster, "Are you asking me to marry you?" Jeannie looked startled, "No! Wait, that came out wrong. I meant that's not what I'm asking right now, not that I don't want to marry you!" She started crying and said, "I've messed this all up." I wrapped her in my arms, "It's OK baby, what were you trying to ask me?" "I just thought that since we've apparently been causing trouble here in the apartment," She paused to look at me, "Maybe we ought to think about buying a house together." I was startled, no that was the wrong word, I was stunned and more to the point, speechless. "I, uhhh, ummm, I, ahhh..." Jeannie started crying harder and tried to pull away from me. "I-I-I'm s-s-sorry, I-I-I d-d-didn't m-m-mean..." I pulled her back to me, "Stop that!" I said firmly, "I didn't say it was a bad idea or that you're wrong, you just took me completely by surprise. I need a minute to process what you're saying." I sat back and thought. Even though we were committed to one another, I had given absolutely no thought to the long term consequences of living together. We didn't own anything jointly, yet. We lived in a rental so there was nothing that tied us together other than emotions. I loved Jeannie with all my heart and I wanted to spend the rest of my life with her. At this point, that was a choice. If we bought a house, then that would all change. It would become, if not permanent, then something that held legal ramifications. It would somehow become more real. I felt Jeannie start to squirm again and I looked down at her. The fear in her eyes was all too apparent and it was hurtful to see. I hugged her tighter. "Jeannie, don't take my silence as a sign that I don't want to do this." I said softly, "I do, but there is a lot more to it than just picking out where we want to live." She relaxed in my arms and looked closely at me, a joyous smile beginning to light her face. "There are legal issues to be addressed. We can't get married in Colorado, or anywhere else for it to matter and be recognized here. We need advice, before we do anything else, OK?" Jeannie hugged me, tighter than I think she'd hugged me before. "You mean it?" She squealed, "You want to buy a house together? I know what I want and I hope you agree..." I shook my head, "Were you not listening to anything I said? We need to address the legal stuff first." She huffed, exasperated, "I know, I know, but that's just details; we can do that. I gonna go get online and start looking!" She bolted from the couch and started for the stairs. "Jeannie," I sighed and she didn't slow down. "Jeannie!" I said sharply and she stopped and looked at me. "We need to talk to a lawyer, is your divorce attorney just divorce or does he do family law, too?" "She," she said. "Huh?" I asked eloquently. "My divorce attorney is a woman," Jeannie said, inching toward the stairs. "She's has a family law practice. She can help us with this." "OK," I said, "Please call her in the morning and get us an appointment." "OK," Jeannie said and she was gone. I shook my head and turned the TV back on. We went to see the lawyer. The long and short of it is that Jeannie and I are now "Domestic Partners". We are tied together legally. After we buy the house, we'll have to modify the agreement, but we're now protected if something happens to either one of us. I'm the beneficiary on her life insurance policy and she's on mine. It's the best we're going to get until they legalize gay marriage in Colorado. Jeannie threw herself into the house search. We worked out a routine. Every night when I got home I went into her office and looked at the results of the previous night's searches. We didn't even look at actual houses for a long time. Jeannie cast a wide, wide net. I looked at three or four houses every afternoon on line and gave Jeannie notes. After three weeks we narrowed it down to seven homes in Lakewood and Englewood. Jeannie fell in love with the second home we visited. It's a two story with an open floor plan on the first floor. The great room is two stories and the stair is open on the side of the great room. The house is two years old and has had professional landscaping. Jeannie saw the great room and said, "We could get a twenty foot Christmas tree! Wouldn't that be awesome?!?" The place felt right to me. The owner had been transferred to California and they hated to leave. We could tell they loved their home. We made an offer that night and after a little back and forth we came to an agreement. We went home about nine o'clock and we were exhausted. It had been a long day. As soon as we walked through the door, Jeannie jumped into my arms and started kissing me all over my face, "Thank you, thank you, thank you." I just laughed, "You did more than me on this thing, you should be thanking yourself." I carried her into the living room and set her on the couch. "I meant thank you for putting up with me." She said, looking up at me while sitting on the couch. "I must have been driving you crazy." "Actually, it was fun watching you be so excited." I said, sincerely. "I enjoyed looking at all those homes, too, you know." She flushed with pleasure. Then the shy, sexy smile came out as she reached for the button on the front of my jeans. "Maaayyybeeee, I could thank you in a different way." Gently, I took her hands and pulled her off of the couch. "That sounds lovely," I said with a smile, "But when we started on the paperwork I started sweating and I think I would like a shower." I leaned down and kissed her. "Would my best girl like to join me?" Jeannie looked concerned for a moment. "Were you having second thoughts? Do you not wanna do this? Is that why you were sweating?" I laughed, "No, we were signing an offer for a three hundred fifty thousand dollar house. That's why I was sweating. Weren't you?" She grinned, "Well, maybe a little." "Uh-huh," I said, channeling my inner Aidan. "OK," she grinned again, "I was sweating my ass off." "Oh No!" I cried in mock horror. "What?" She looked concerned again. "What's wrong?" I spun her around, "Your ass is gone?" She froze a second, before realization dawned on her. She spun back around, "Bitch!" Then she started laughing and fell into my arms, "God, I love you, Katie." I kissed her on the nose. "I love you, too, Jeannie." I followed her up the stairs, enjoying the view of her ass swaying back and forth as she slowly went step by step. In the few steps up to the second floor I was nearly hypnotized. She looked back and asked, "Enjoying the view?" "Uh-huh," I answered distractedly. I followed her into the bathroom, my eyes never leaving her ass. She stopped and when I glanced up at her face, she was looking over her shoulder at me. She grinned wickedly and pulled her shirt over her head. I looked up at her smooth back and started trembling. Jeannie reached behind her and unsnapped her bra, letting it fall to the floor. She still hadn't turned around and stood very still for a moment. "Babydoll?" I started to say. "Shhhh..." was her response. I heard the zipper on her jeans and then I saw her hips sway as she wriggled out of them. Her panties went with them and I heard the swoosh and thump as they hit slid down her legs and hit the floor. She still didn't turn around and stepped into the shower to turn on the water. She looked over her shoulder at me, wiggled her hips, making her cute little ass jiggle and I felt the smile on my face. She giggled, "Oooh, I think somebody sees something they like!" Suddenly, my mouth was dry and I croaked, "Uh-huh..." Not exactly Aidan-esque. She finally turned and my heart skipped as I saw her nakedness and the sexy little smile. I was still trembling, possibly trembling more. I wasn't certain why, but Jeannie had the ability to get inside my head and know what I needed. She scooted up to me and lightly kissed me on the lips as her fingers toyed with the buttons on my dress shirt. She popped one button and leaned over to kiss the exposed flesh and followed by a tiny kiss on the lips. It wasn't enough for me and I tried to follow, but she pulled away. She popped another button and kissed my skin again, this time adding her tongue and leaving a swath of wetness behind. Withdrawing a bit, she glanced up at me while she blew on my moist skin, sending chills up my spine. "Ohhhh..." I moaned. There was a devilish little smile on her face as my eyes tried to close. I wanted to close my eyes and enjoy the sensations, but I also wanted to see. Another button, another kiss and my trembling had escalated to shaking. My desire was growing and with Jeannie's impish smile, I didn't know if she would speed up, slow down or maintain the same excruciatingly slow pace. Again, it was as though she could read my mind, or maybe she could simply read my body language, because she quickly finished unbuttoning my shirt and after pulling it off, hung it on the door. My bra and pants followed with no dallying whatsoever, slung carelessly to the floor. Her varying approach had me panting with desire and when she slipped her thumbs in the waist of my panties, I gently placed my hands on her shoulders, only to have them shaken off. "No," She whispered, "this is for you..." "But, I want to touch you," I whimpered. She stood from her crouch, took my face in her hands and kissed me gently. "OK, don't try to do anything for me or to me, just enjoy me and enjoy what I am doing to and for you." I smiled, "I can do that." She knelt in front of me and hooked her fingers in my panties again. She had returned her approach to slow and was barely moving the silky garment down my thighs, kissing and trailing her tongue along the skin of my stomach. "Ooooohhh," she cooed, "I love the silky softness of your tummy. I especially like this part." She punctuated her statement with a flick of the tongue into the cleft right at the top of my slit. My knees buckled with the unexpected, yet thoroughly enjoyable sensation. My panties cleared my thighs and she let them go, the fabric softly falling to the floor. She rose, took my hands and drew me into the shower. The temperature of the water was perfect, cascading over Jeannie as she backed into the cubicle. She took her time in turning me into the water, letting it wet me gradually. The disparity between the warm water on my right side and the cool air on my left side was exciting me and I have no idea why. As Jeannie slowly turned me under the water she leaned in and kissed me again. She released me and grabbed the shampoo, drizzling it into my hair. I leaned into her, enjoying the feel of her big breasts as she gently washed my hair; her fingers massaging my scalp, making me tingle all over. She leaned back away and pulled my head back into the spray, rinsing out the shampoo. As she pushed me back out of the water I felt and smelled the cocoanut body-wash as it ran down my body. Jeannie ran her hands all over me, the slickness increasing the tingling that was threatening to overwhelm my senses. When Jeannie's fingers found my slit my knees buckled again and she giggled. As she stroked my lips she whispered in my ear, "Oooohhh, somebody is excited." She slid up to find my clit peeking out of it's sheath, rolling it between her fingers and taking me quickly to the brink. "Ahhh, ahhh, ohhhhh..." was all I managed. Jeannie kissed me between my shoulder blades and then withdrew her fingers, denying me a release. "Not yet, Angel." Jeannie whispered. She shut off the water, backed out of the shower, pulling me with her. She grabbed a towel and dried me off and then used the blow dryer on my hair. Taking my hands, she led me into the bedroom and had me lie down on the bed. She went to my dresser and came back with her hands behind her back. "Angel?" Jeannie whispered, "Do you trust me?" I smiled up at her, "You know I do, Babydoll." Her hands came from behind her back and she was holding a black silk scarf. "Will you allow me to blindfold you?" I grinned, "What? No bindings?" She grinned back, "Maybe we'll do that some other time." I know my smile faded and my eyes got very big. She came over and kissed me, "Or not. Is this OK?" I smiled, trying to let her know that it was, indeed, more than OK. Jeannie slipped it over my eyes as I raised my head and she tied it loosely behind it. "Now lay your head down and see if that feels uncomfortable." Jeannie whispered. "I don't want you to get a headache and pull it off. I want you to be as comfortable as possible." I laid my head on the pillow and the knot was right at the back of my skull. I said, "That doesn't feel right." Jeannie fiddled with it and then I laid my head down and the pressure was gone. "That's better." My eyes had been closed the whole time she was messing with the scarf. I opened them and the scarf let very little light through. Jeannie was still on the bed and she asked, "Are you comfortable?" I giggled, "Physically, I feel very good, though mentally, I'm a little nervous." Her lips brushed my ear, "Good, now be patient for me." Her voice was soft and tender and then she was gone. After a few moments, I heard the blow dryer. I thought, 'Bitch!' and then giggled, remembering that she had told me to be patient. I lay there thinking about Jeannie, in the bathroom, naked, and I started to get excited. I let my hand drift down between my legs and found that I was beginning to get wet. I spread my legs a little and began to explore. "Hey!" I heard Jeannie exclaim. "I told you to be patient for me. You couldn't wait?" I giggled but didn't respond. "I blindfolded you, I didn't gag you." She said quietly. "Don't you have anything to say for yourself?" Her voice hadn't gotten nearer, but was in a different place in the room. Maybe it was my imagination, but the room started to smell like vanilla and cinnamon. After a few moments I realized that it wasn't my imagination, the lightly scented air smelled heavenly. I heard Jeannie moving again and the one bright spot of light that was coming through the scarf suddenly disappeared, I assumed the bathroom light was now off. Jeannie moved again and then Norah Jones voice quietly filled the room. Now, my one way of locating Jeannie was masked, I couldn't hear her moving. It was like I was in a warm cocoon of aromas and soft sounds, I couldn't see and couldn't hear her, nor could I smell her body wash, perfume or shampoo. The bed moved as I assumed Jeannie had climbed in. I felt her hands gently prodding my legs further apart and I felt the bed between my legs dip as she obviously knelt between my legs. For some reason, even though we had seen each other naked many, many times, I felt more naked than I had ever been. I felt exposed and attempted to cover myself with my hands and arms. Jeannie lifted my hand from my womanhood and kissed it gently. "Now, we'll have none of that." She kissed it again and laid it at my side. She drew my other arm from across my breasts, kissed it and laid it at my other side. Then she became very still. After several moments I asked in a quavering voice, "Babydoll? Are you there Babydoll?" I felt the bed shift slightly and her voice was in my ear, startling me. "I'm here Angel." She kissed my ear and was gone. I tensed, waiting for the next assault. That's how I was thinking about it and that's how my body was preparing and responding and Jeannie must have sensed it. "Relax Angel," her whisper resonated in my ear. "You won't enjoy this at all if you're so tense. Take a deep breath, trust me and relax." Her weight shifted again and I felt the weight of her breasts pressing against mine. Her nipples were like little daggers trying to pierce my skin. I could feel that she was enjoying this and wanted me to enjoy it, too. She pulled back and got very still and I couldn't feel anything. "Babydoll?" I breathed. "I'm here, Angel." Her voice seemed distant. Her lips touched my tummy, briefly, gently and then she was gone. A wet soft tongue touched my hip and licked and was gone. All of my hair stood on end as my senses went on full alert. Jeannie was teasing me, letting me cast about with my heightened hearing and sense of smell, trying to find her. Her lips suddenly lit on my left nipple, quickly teasing it with her tongue and then leaving again. The next kiss came more quickly, to my right breast, Jeannie surprising me with her teeth on my nipple. I could feel her arms on either side of me, so I knew she was hanging above me. My breath came quicker, my excitement and anticipation rising. Her tongue quickly found my clit, startling me and making me jump. My pelvis bumped her nose, drawing a little 'Ooof' and giggle. She moved to my lips and kissed me deeply. I wrapped my arms around her, trying to keep her close for a minute. She let me hold on briefly before wriggling away. This time I felt her slide down between my legs and settle down. Her hands slipped under my butt and lifted, pulling my drooling pussy to her mouth. Her tongue found just the edge of my outer lips, the delicate touch making me squirm. She pulled back and a finger replaced her tongue, giving me yet another new sensation to experience. As her finger lightly stroked my inner lips her head descended and her tongue rejoined the stimulation of my wet folds. My breath had gotten shorter as Jeannie teased and stimulated me. She had two fingers in me now, curling and pushing. Her tongue had to be a blur; it was flicking so quickly on my clit. Then suddenly, she was gone again. I had felt the wave starting to build and it quit. I had raised my head as the excitement built and then let it fall to the pillow in frustration. Aidan and Katie Ch. 07 I heard Jeannie giggle. "What's wrong, Angel?" Her breath was in my ear again. I whispered, "I was so close." She kissed my ear, "You'll get it, I promise...but I don't know when." Then she was gone. "Jeannnniiieeee," I moaned. I heard her light laugh from far away. Then she was back, and something was being fed into my wet, wanting pussy. It was slender, it was hard, it was smooth and it was cool. "I know you don't like toys too much Angel, but trust me, let me do this, I think you'll like it." "O-Okay," I mumbled. She began to gently slide it in and out of my channel. Between the smooth surface of the toy and my wetness there was not much friction. The burning friction that sometimes accompanies the use of toys was my fear and turn-off. I simply do not like that feeling, some girls might; I don't. This was good, though. Jeannie was gentle and careful and used the toy to stimulate me, rather than just brutally fucking me. Maybe that was the difference, Jeannie wanted to make it feel good...and I was beginning to realize that it did feel good, very good. With the blindfold and my heightened senses the gentle in and out of the toy was bringing a very nice, warm tingle to my pussy and it seemed that the warmth and the tingle were beginning to radiate outward. My stomach and thighs felt warm and the warmth kept moving. At first, I heard, rather than felt, a little buzz between my thighs. The buzz was adding to the warmth and tingle and I realized that Jeannie's toy was vibrating. Suddenly, a whole new slate of sensations seemed to cascade through my body. The motion wasn't merely a steady vibration; it pulsed and ebbed with speed and density. It was unlike anything I'd ever felt before. I could feel my pussy open to the revelation that was this toy. Even though my body was opening to it, my pussy was clutching at it as though it was afraid the feeling would be taken away. No toy had ever had this effect on me. I was gasping for air, my hips were pumping and trying to take the toy deeper and I was clutching at my breasts. Just when I was feeling overwhelmed, my body tensing in anticipation of release, but teetering on the precipice, Jeannie slithered up to me and kissed me, touching my bursting clit with her other hand. I exploded and grabbed her with both arms, crushing her to my chest and to my lips. I had trapped her arms and she could not hold onto the toy or my clit. I felt the toy squirt from my pussy and the crescendo of my orgasm trailed off as our kiss descended from desperate passion to loving tenderness. I released my death grip on her and began stroking her hair as we kissed, lovingly, gently. Finally, she slid off to the side and softly caressed my breast. After kissing the nipple and causing yet another moan, and after pulling off the blindfold she said, "So, was it good for you?" I looked sharply at her and the smile on her face and the twinkle in her eyes told me everything I needed to know. As I pulled her to me for another kiss, I murmured, "Bitch..." and she laughed. I tried to roll her over with every intention of returning the favor. She went rigid, stopping me from getting her on her back. "No...no, no." She said, "This was not about I do you, you do me. This was about me giving you what I wanted to give you to thank you for the huge step we took today. I know you would never have considered buying a house, especially such a big one if it weren't for me. You can't know what that means to me and I just wanted to show my love and appreciation. Thank you, my Angel." She kissed me again and melted into me. She snuggled into my arms, her head on my shoulder. This felt so good, so right. We were both drifting off to sleep when the music stopped. In the silence that followed my mellow mood was disturbed by a muted buzzing sound. I raised my head and listened. Jeannie raised her head, too. "Katie? What's wrong?" "Do you hear that?" I asked. Jeannie was still for a minute and then started giggling. She climbed out of bed and crawled on the floor at the foot of the bed. Her head popped up and she showed me what she had. It was the vibrator. She was giggling so hard that she could barely talk, "You shot this almost to the wall." I was mortified and I covered my face with my hands. Jeannie was still giggling as she drew me into her arms. "It's OK baby," she cooed, "it's OK to be excited. That's one way that I know you liked it." We settled back in and went to sleep. **************************** The next couple of weeks were a blur. We gave Bobby our notice, well technically it was my notice, and he was both relieved and a little saddened to see us go. We started packing our stuff and pretty soon the downstairs of the townhouse looked like a big box store. There were boxes stacked everywhere. I wanted to have everything done by a couple of days before we moved. The only things we left out were enough clothes to get by and our toiletries. Even that stuff was in a suitcase. I took a cue from Aidan when he moved, as we got everything out of a room, other than furniture, we washed everything down, vacuumed and then closed the door. The night before we moved we slept at Aidan's and he slept at Elle's, because everything was packed. We hired a local moving company and the morning of the move it only took a couple of hours to get everything out of the townhouse. It didn't take much more than that to get it all into the new house. We had taken the time to label all of the boxes and when the guys took them in, Jeannie, Elle, Aidan and I directed the moving men to the proper rooms. After the dining room table was unloaded and set up, Elle had one of her guys bring four pizzas to the house. The guys were about done when the pizzas showed up. I know we were paying to have this work done, but the moving men had busted their butts for us all day and we felt that this was the least we could do for them. We had Coke, diet Coke and Mountain Dew for them. We told them to go eat after the last box was dropped in the proper room. The four of us were amazed; none of us had ever seen four large, deep dish pizzas demolished as quickly as those four. Every one of the guys asked where we had gotten the pizzas. Elle didn't say anything, so I did. I pointed at her, "From her restaurant; The Elle, it's downtown. You guys should go." They all said they would, Elle gave them some coupons and then they left. Jeannie took my hand and looked shyly at Aidan and Elle. "I was hoping there would be some left; I'm starving." We all laughed and agreed. Aidan looked at Elle and she nodded. "Why don't you guys take your stuff back to my place, have a shower and then meet us at the restaurant? I know I'm tired and you guys should be, too. This is all gonna be here when we get back here in the morning." Jeannie smiled up at me, biting her lip. I melted, just like she knew I would. "OK, that's what we will do." We hugged Elle and Aidan, thanking them again for their help and climbed into Jeannie's car. She drove to Aidan's and after dragging our stuff in we gratefully got into a nice, hot shower. I washed her hair and she washed mine. As she was washing my hair, her hands stole to my breasts, tweaking the nipples. I pulled away, "No!" I said resolutely, "we promised that the next time would be in our bed, in our home, after everything is put away. You and I know that we will need incentive to get all of that shit put away." Jeannie pouted, "Awww come on. Just a little lovin'? Pleeeezzzze...", and that smile. I turned away, determined not to give in. "Jeannie! That's not fair! You know what that smile does to me." I certainly did and I was feeling it between my legs at that precise moment. It was then that I felt her most tender kiss between my shoulder blades, "Sorry, I'll be good." She said in a whisper. She got out of the shower and grabbed two towels, holding one up for me. I turned off the water and joined her. I dried her back and she dried mine. After we were dry, I drew her into my arms and kissed her, she shivered as she hugged me to her. "I'll be good, but I can't promise how long that's gonna last." She licked my nipple and scampered away before I could swat her. She stopped in front of the sink and grabbed the blow dryer. She started on her hair and while she had both hands occupied and her eyes closed, I wrapped my arms around her and cupped both of her magnificent breasts, tweaking her nipples. She squeaked in surprise. I leaned down and kissed her neck. "Two can play at that game." I went into Aidan's bedroom and combed my wet hair into a ponytail. Jeannie came in a few minutes later looking contrite. "I'm sorry, Angel, I'll try harder to be good." She smiled and reached into her suitcase to grab her clothes. She went back into the bathroom to get dressed. I pulled on some jeans and a tank top and went out to get my phone. I was on hold when she came out. She looked at me quizzically. "Taxi," I whispered, "I'm tired, I want a beer and I think you do, too. I figure we can treat ourselves to a ride, just to be safe." She hugged me, "Good thinking." I arranged for the taxi and then we sat down on the couch and held hands, watching TV until we heard the horn. We walked, hand in hand to the cab. We told him where we wanted to go and were pleasantly surprised that he knew it. "The Elle?" He said, "Man, I love their pizza. I go there about once a week." I smiled, "Elle is my future sister. She's engaged to my brother. I'll tell her that you like it." "Cool!" He said, "Whenever anybody asks about pizza, I tell 'em to go to The Elle." I laughed, "That's great, I'll tell Elle, she'll be thrilled." "Cool," he said, "Here we are, ladies." I paid him and asked if he was going to be working at about ten. "Sure, I will." He handed me a card with a phone number. "Call me, I'm Buddy." I reached out and shook his hand, "Katie, we'll see you later." He waved, "Cool." We went, sat down and had a mostly pleasant evening with Aidan and Elle. Her people kept coming over and asking questions, but I guess that's part of being a business owner. I had several beers and so did Jeannie and between the long day and the beer we were wiped out pretty quickly. I remembered to tell Elle about Buddy and she had one of the servers bring over a huge stack of coupons. "Give these to Buddy," she said, "tell him he can use them all himself, give them to customers or to his buddies, I don't care." "Cool," I said, "I'll do that." I looked at my phone and groaned. It was after ten and we had another long day tomorrow. I called Buddy and he said he would be there in about fifteen minutes. We argued with Elle about the bill, left a big tip and said our goodbyes. Aidan would be there in the morning to help out, but Elle wouldn't. We walked out and Buddy pulled up, I opened the door and said, "Perfect timing Buddy." He grinned and said, "I aim to please." We had a quiet ride home, just holding hands. I gave Buddy the coupons and he was thrilled. He said he'd pass them out to everybody he knew. I also gave him a big tip. He grinned, "That wasn't necessary, but thanks." We went in and fell into bed. I managed to get my clothes off, but that was it. Jeannie did the same and snugged in beside me. "'Night Angel," she mumbled before passing out. I set the alarm and followed her into sleep. ************************ It took about two weeks before we got unpacked and arranged the way we wanted it. All the paintings and family pictures were hung and it finally looked like home. While we were hanging pictures of Aidan and Elle and Mom and Dad, I asked Jeannie if she had any family pictures that she wanted to hang. We hadn't talked about her family since we'd been together. If I mentioned her family, she shrugged it off and changed the subject. She had been unbelievably happy since we'd moved in, but tears formed in her eyes for the first time in forever. "No," she said in a shaky voice. "My parents got really mad at me when I left Aidan, especially for a woman. My mom told me that if I went through with moving in with Karli, that I was dead to her forever. I've tried calling since we've been together, but she always hangs up. Dad always does what Mom wants and my brother and sister are the same. So, I don't want anything to remind me of what I'm missing, I don't want pictures of them. I have all I need with you, Aidan and Elle and Mom and Dad." She fell into my arms and sobbed. I thought that I would try to help her out and get them back together, but I'd do that sometime later. The pictures were the last thing to be done and once she stopped crying and we put all of the tools away, Jeannie looked at me with a devilish grin. "We're done now, no more excuses, no more waiting. I can't wait anymore." She grabbed my hand and started dragging me up the stairs. I tried to act innocent, "What do you mean?" She got to the top of the stairs, pushed me towards our room and swatted me on the butt. "You know exactly what I mean. We're going to ravish each other...all night!" She ripped my tee shirt off of me and pushed me onto the bed. Pouncing on me, she didn't let me catch my breath. Though I was excited by her aggression, I started laughing as she struggled with my bra. She had flipped me over and was grabbing at the back. She growled, "Where's the fuckin' clasp?!?!?" I was laughing as I tried to roll back over, "Stop it goddammit!" She growled again, "Where is it?" "Jeannie," I said laughing, "Jeannie, listen to me!" I gasped as she was tugging on the back of my bra. "Jeannie, for cryin' out loud, I'm tryin' to tell you it's in the front!" She stopped fighting and let me roll over. She straddled my stomach, grabbed the clasp and popped it. She muttered, "Why didn't you tell me in the first place?" I sat up and kissed her nose, "Because you weren't listening to me...Conan." She sat there and blinked for a minute, confused, until understanding dawned on her face. "You think I'm a barbarian, huh? I'll show you barbarian." She scooted off of me and grabbed the waist of my pants. She jerked my pants and panties off in one motion, throwing them on the floor. I was laughing because she was so mean. In such a tiny package, the fury was cute. The harder I laughed the more furious she got. She stood and ripped off her clothes, literally ripping her tee shirt in the effort to get it off, which, of course, made me laugh harder. There were tears running down my face from laughter and her face was blood red. I had never seen her this angry and for whatever reason, it was hilarious. She ran from the room and came back with her little toy and then suddenly, I got very nervous. "Jeannie?" I asked, my voice trembling, "What are you going to do with that?" The readily apparent fear in my voice seemed to shake her out of her anger. She stopped, looked at me and blinked. She looked at the toy and the lube in her hands and suddenly dropped them as though they were on fire and started shaking with tears. She flew into my arms, trembling as much as I was. "I'm so sorry Angel. I thought I was over that all of that stuff. "The Bitch" (Whenever Jeannie referred to Karlie she referred to her as "The Bitch". I saw the words light up in my brain, capitalized and in quotation marks. It always made me snicker, but that's what I saw.) would treat me badly and laugh at me when she wanted me to be a little rough with her. She knew I would get angry and try to fuck the living shit outta her. I forgot where I was and I'm so, so sorry." She snuggled her face into my neck and cried. I tried telling her that it was OK, nothing bad happened, but she just kept crying. I held her tight and stroked her hair, whispering that I loved her. Finally, her snuffling tapered off and after a while, I heard her breathing slow and I knew she was asleep. I disentangled us, grabbed the sheet and blanket and covered us. I carefully slipped my arm under her head and she snuggled into me again. Maybe I am simple, but I love these quiet moments, just holding Jeannie while she sleeps. There's no pressure for kissing or anything else, I just get to revel in the touch of Jeannie's body and marvel that I am so lucky to have her. That's what I was thinking as I drifted off to sleep, that I'm a very lucky woman. We didn't initiate the house; not even our bedroom that night, though over the next couple of weeks we managed to christen every room in the house. We were even out on the patio enjoying a clear night and started making out like teenagers. Unfortunately, we forgot that the outside lights were on motion sensors. Evidently we hadn't made enough of a commotion to light any of them up until Jeannie sat up to whip her shirt off. Suddenly, it was like we were in the middle of a prison yard. Jeannie, her arms over her head, was pulling her tee shirt off of her braless breasts, dead center of a spotlight. She shrieked and dove for the chaise lounge while I was lost in fits of laughter. She was not amused. She crawled through the patio door and flicked off the outside lights. Then she came back, topless and read me the riot act for laughing at her. Of course, that only fueled my laughter. She stood there fuming, hands on her hips, glaring at me. What she didn't realize, until one of the neighbors whistled, was that she was in perfect relief against the lighted great room. She heard the whistle, turned to look into the night, turned back to look at me and recognized that she was still topless and very well lit. She screamed and ran into the house, up the stairs and I heard the door to our bedroom slam. I looked out into the night and said, laughing, "Thanks, that ruined a perfectly nice evening." Faintly I heard back, "No, thank you, you guys are better than Cinemax." I turned off all of the lights downstairs and went up to our room. Jeannie was face down on the bed, still topless and in her jeans. I sat down and kissed her back. "Go away." Came her muffled reply. I got up, turned off all of the lights and lit candles around the room. I opened the window to let fresh, cool air in, stripped down to my panties and lay down on top of my love. I whispered, "Jeannie, it's OK, there're flickering stars in here now. You just keep your eyes closed, listen to the sounds of the night and we'll make love on the patio." I moved her hair out of my way and kissed the back of her neck and was rewarded with a little shiver. "Oooh, that's nice." Licking and kissing down her neck, I left a trail of wetness as I descended. I blew lightly on it on the way back up which brought another shiver. "Ohhh, Katieee...". Her ear was there just for the nibbling, so I did. I nipped at the lobe and Jeannie shivered again. I grinned, "You're shivering a lot, babe, are you cold?" "No, you bitch," she muttered, "you know what you're doing to me." "Uh-huh," I answered while blowing on her neck and moving down her back and causing more shivers. I slid off to the side, pulling her with me onto her hip. I kissed between her shoulder blades as I popped the button on her jeans. Sitting up, I tugged her jeans to her feet and then off. She had rolled back onto her front and lay there, waiting. I climbed up onto the bed and straddled her. I reached up and lightly touched her shoulders with just the pads of my fingers. I smiled when she shivered again. I traced my fingers down her back to her waist where I drew my fingers slowly and softly back and forth. Jeannie had told me that she loved this, it made her feel loved and wanted and unbelievably sexy. "Mmmmm, Angel, that feels soooo good..." Jeannie moaned. I leaned in and kissed her back, "I'm glad Babydoll." I slipped my fingers under the waistband and brushed the top of her crack. She shivered again and breathed hoarsely, "Jeeezusss, Angel, you're killin' me..." Aidan and Katie Ch. 07 I laughed lightly again and bent to kiss her on her side, another sensitive spot. This didn't make her shiver; it made it her melt into the bed. I bent down to her, sweeping my rigid nipples across her back. This time as I sat up, I slipped to the side, pulling her with me. I wanted her on her back. I saw her face for the first time since she ran up here and she looked blissful, all signs of sadness and tears long gone. The other thing that being on her back did for me was give me unfettered access to her boobs. I straddled her again, this time not across her belly. I lined my pussy up with hers and pressed down, rocking my hips. "Ohhh, Angel," Jeannie moaned, "that feeeelsss niiiccceee..." I pulled off abruptly and she said, "Heyyy..." I kissed her quickly and said, "It'll feel better without panties, Babydoll." I pulled hers off and mine followed quickly. I was back on her in a flash and my soaking flesh was sealed to hers. I switched again, spreading her legs and sliding between them. My clit found hers almost as though they were meant to be together. Our moans coincided as I pressed into her causing spikes of pleasure for both of us. My hips rocked faster and she started squirming. She was trying to get out from under me. "Baby, what's wrong?" I said, having stopped. "I want more Angel." She said. She maneuvered us around until we were scissored together. Her wetness and mine created a suction together that felt so sweet. She slowly started moving and I moved with her. We created a nice motion together that was so good, that I was ascending to the heights before I knew it. It was because we were so in synch. It was as though we were made to fit together like this. We were slow, we were steady and all of her best parts were hitting all of my best parts in all of the best places. We were perfect together and the orgasm that was building in me felt just as perfect. When it started, it was not the violent eruption of a volcano; it was the slow, burning release of hot lava throughout my body and soul. I could feel the heat in my body feeding the heat in Jeannie's and hers feeding mine. It went on and on, not slowing, not stopping. "Oh god, Katie," Jeannie moaned. "I knowww, Babydoll..." I answered. Finally, disappointingly, despite our efforts to prolong the euphoria, our bodies had had enough. I fell to the bed beside Jeannie and looked at her. Now that it was over, I was exhausted and Jeannie looked the same. I scooted over to her, drew her into my arms and passed out. I woke up about an hour later with alarm bells ringing in my head. The candles, I had forgotten the candles. I slipped out from under Jeannie and extinguished them, went to the bathroom and came back to bed. As soon as I slipped back in, Jeannie slipped out. In a few minutes she was back, safely ensconced in my arms, head on my shoulder. ************************ Jeannie spent a lot of time fussing with the house over the next several months. She and Elle loved antique shops and spent considerable time just looking. Some Saturdays she would come home with nothing, sometimes she would come home with a only a little knick-knack and some Saturdays the three of them would pull up in Aidan's pickup, Aidan having been drafted at some point. She slowly transformed our home into an eclectic blend of modern furnishings and Old West antiques. I loved it and I told her that very often. She would glow when I did. It was a Friday night just before the end of the school year when I came home to one of Jeannie's grandmother's Irish meals. I smiled to myself, Jeannie had a tell, when she wanted something, or wanted to tell me something important, she buttered me up with one of these meals. I didn't say anything; I just let her proceed at her own pace. She told me to sit at the table and brought me a Smithwick's. Then she brought out the baking powder biscuits and finished it off with another casserole, one that I'd never seen before. We ate and Jeannie was exceptionally quiet. 'Oh boy, this one must be something.' I just ate and waited, she'd get to it when she felt right. After she brought out dessert, she brought out coffee and looked as though she was ready to talk. Dessert was room temperature and didn't need to be eaten right away, so I left it alone and just sipped coffee, waiting for Jeannie to speak. "Katie," she said quietly. "I've been thinking. We've got this big house all to ourselves. We've got the extra bedrooms just sitting there." She paused and I couldn't help myself. "So, you want to take in boarders?" I asked with a grin. She really wasn't expecting that and just sat there blinking, confused. Finally, as realization dawned on her face, she got a little pissed. "No," she snapped, "of course not!" She glared at me as I smirked. "Bitch! Do you want to hear what I'm thinking or not?!?!?" I was contrite, "Sorry, you were saying?" She growled, "Are you sure you want to hear this?" I got up and kissed her, "I'm sorry Babydoll, sometimes my mouth gets the better of me." "Sometimes?" She pouted. I was even more contrite, "Maybe way more often than it should." She studied my face and considered me for a long few moments. "I wanted this to be a tender, loving moment between us and you fucked it up." She pushed away from the table and went upstairs. I was stunned; I had completely underestimated the importance of whatever this was. After a little while, I went out and climbed in my car. I drove to the grocery, because there were no florists open now. I stood looking at the display of flowers and realized I had never taken the time to find out Jeannie's favorites. I called Aidan. "Hey baby bro, I need a favor." "Sure, Sissy, what is it?" He asked and I could hear the smile in his voice. "I've never bothered to find out what Jeannie's favorite flowers are and now I need to know." I said. He started laughing. "Oops, trouble in paradise?" "Yeah, I fucked up," I said, "and from Jeannie's reaction, pretty badly." "OK," he said, "she really likes roses, but not just red, yellow or white ones, she likes unusually tinted ones. Like yellow with orange tips or pink with red tips, things like that. Oh, and don't get her a dozen, she thinks that's a waste of money. Get her a number that's significant to her or to the two of you." "Thanks, bro," I said gratefully, "you may have just saved my life." He laughed, "That might be a little extreme, but, you're welcome, see ya Katie." I turned back to the display and noticed peach colored roses. There was a burnt orange highlight to them that made them striking. I took two out, to represent the two of us and took them to the counter. The girl wrapped them up while I wrote out a card. She said, "I love the color on these." I smiled and agreed. She glanced down at the card and grinned, "Is somebody in trouble?" I smiled sadly, "Yes, I really hurt the love of my life's feelings. I'm trying to apologize to her." She took my money, handed me the flowers and said, "These should be a good start." I smiled again, "Thanks." When I got home, Jeannie was still not downstairs. I went upstairs and knocked on the door. "Babydoll, I'm sorry. Could we start over again? I didn't mean to be such a bitch. Please." I stood there and didn't hear anything. I was becoming seriously frightened that I had done serious damage to us. Tears started running down my cheek as I turned to walk back downstairs. I was to the stairs when I heard the door open. I turned and looked at her. "The door was unlocked." Jeannie said quietly. I stood for a moment and just watched her. She was barely out of the door, but I could see how sad she was. "I wasn't going to just bust in on you." I said, "I didn't want to make things worse by invading your privacy. I really am sorry, Babydoll. I wasn't thinking." She stood there looking at my face and I saw her eyes flicker to my hands. "What's that?" I took a couple of tentative steps toward her, raising my hand with the flowers. "I got these for you. I'm sorry." For the first time, I saw a ghost of a smile. "You're sorry you got them for me?" I looked at her face, the smile more evident, now. "Touché." I took a couple more steps and she came out of our room. Taking the flowers, she pulled the paper back. Her eyes welled up and she glanced at me. "I see someone talked to her brother. Why two?" "For the two of us." I said; my eyes downcast. "I love you and I can't stand to hurt you. It'll always be the two of us, won't it?" She put the flowers under my chin and I looked up at her. As I raised my head, she looked into my eyes, "For as long as you'll have me." I started crying again, "Babydoll, I am so, so sorry." She wrapped me in her arms, "Shhh, we were both wrong. You teased at the wrong moment and I overreacted. It's over." I hugged her to me. "What did you want to talk about? I want to know and I promise I'll be good." "Not here," she whispered and took my hand and went into the spare bedroom that was next to ours. It was empty, neither she nor I had put anything into it yet. She grinned, "As I was saying before somebody interrupted me." I could feel myself blush, but didn't say a word. "We have empty spare bedrooms. This one is empty because I have a use for which I want it." She paused and looked at me. She was holding my hand in one hand and the flowers in the other. I didn't say anything because I had no clue where she was going with this. She didn't say anything for the longest time. She just steadily held my gaze. "Angel," she said finally, I want this room to be our baby's room. I want to have your baby." I was speechless. I opened my mouth and then snapped it shut. The first thing that came out was going to be incredibly sarcastic and sarcasm was the worst thing that could be used at this moment. Her eyes were bright, shiny and hopeful. I was so jarred by the statement that I couldn't even form a coherent thought. The light in Jeannie's eyes changed from hopeful to fearful and I sensed more than felt her start to withdraw from me. I guess that's what shocked my brain to life. I wrapped my arms around her before she could pull away. "Babydoll, you surprised me. I was not expecting that." Her voice was trembling, "So is that a no?" I smiled, though she couldn't see me. "No, no it's not. Give me a minute to think and breathe." I knew there were several different ways to do what she was proposing, but I wasn't sure I liked any of them. Though, now that she brought it up, the thought of raising a child with Jeannie was very appealing. "Before we go any further, even though I am working hard to control my inner smart ass," I said, "I gotta say it. You do know that neither one of us has the equipment critical to making part of this happen, right?" Thankfully, she started giggling, "Yes, I know that." "I'm assuming you have an idea to address this particular shortcoming?" I asked. She stilled in my arms. "I do, but it's going to take Aidan and Elle's cooperation." I said slowly, "Okaaayyy..." She took a deep breath, "Let's go down and sit down where we can talk about tis some more." She led me downstairs and we sat on the couch. She sat clutching my hand and the flowers. "I have an idea, but I don't know what you'll think of it. I want the baby related to both of us. We can do that if I carry the baby and Aidan is the father." I smiled, "You've been thinking about this." She blushed, "Yes, I have." "OK, how do we ask Aidan for his sperm?" I asked. She blushed, "I've been thinking about that. I don't want our baby to be conceived in a test tube, in a sterile lab. I want our baby conceived in love." I sat back, "What are you saying?" Her blush deepened, "I want Aidan to make me pregnant the old fashioned way. I want him to, to, to..." She couldn't say it. I sat back, folded my arms and looked at her. "You want your ex-husband, my baby brother and Elle's fiancée to fuck you. Am I getting this right?" Her blush deepened even more, she was blood red. She buried her face in her hands and nodded. I shrugged, "Did it occur to you that Elle and I might have a problem with that? Knowing that the people we love and have committed our lives to going off and fucking, making love, or whatever with another person? That's saying nothing about Aidan's reaction." Her face stayed in her hands. She mumbled, "I figured you would be OK with it and you and I could talk to Elle before we say anything to Aidan." I raised an eyebrow, "Why did you think it would be OK with me?" She hesitated for a long moment before peeking over her hands. The impish, shy, sexy smile melted me before I knew it. "Because you love me and would do anything for me. Besides, it wouldn't be Aidan and me shacking up, it would be the four of us making our baby, together." "What?!?!?" I shrieked. She kept grinning at me and I had a hard time concentrating. She scooted closer and took my hands. "This only works if it's the four of us together. I'm not gonna cheat on you with my ex-husband and Aidan is not gonna cheat on Elle with his ex-wife. We will all be together, loving each other to make our baby." She blushed and giggled, "If there's great sex along the way, then we'll all have to make our sacrifices, won't we?" I was completely blown away. Not only did she want Aidan's sperm to impregnate her, she wanted Aidan to make the deposit personally. Annnnd, she wanted all of us there, together. I didn't want to disappoint her, but I needed to think about this without her intoxicating influence over me. I pulled away from her and stood up. Jeannie looked up with panic in her eyes. I cupped her face in my hands, "Babydoll, don't get nervous, but I need some time alone to think about this. I need to clear my head and think rationally." I bent down and gave her a soft kiss. "I can't do that with you distracting me. Give me some time." I went up to our room and called Dad. I asked if the cabin was free this weekend and he assured me that it was. He was worried, but I assured him everything was fine. I packed a bag and went downstairs. Jeannie was sitting there with a stunned expression on her face. I chuckled to myself, thinking that she looked the way I felt. I kissed her again and told her that I was going to the cabin and I'd call her. I walked out, got into my car, backed out of the garage and drove away. I really couldn't develop coherent thought on the drive up, so I concentrated on driving and the music. When I got there, I built a fire and lay down on the couch watching it. I fell into a fitful sleep, visions of Jeannie and Aidan together interrupting. I tossed and turned on the couch all night. The next morning I got up, took a shower, made coffee and sat on the porch. It was a little chilly so I wrapped up in a blanket. The first thing I was dealing with was the fact that in order to do it Jeannie's way, she would have sex with Aidan. I had to figure out if I was OK with that. As I thought about it, I realized that it wasn't about the sex for Jeannie; it was all about making the baby. She hadn't said it was about missing a dick and then it dawned on me that when she had said that, my mind had immediately gone back to Julie and her leaving me. I thought about our sex life and there was never a time when Jeannie seemed to want anything but me in bed. There was nothing about which I should be jealous. I sat there for a moment, rocking on the porch and realized that I was OK with her reason to have sex with Aidan. The only other question was; did I want a baby. That was a little more complex. As I turned this question over in my head I began getting little visions of Jeannie. Jeannie with a little baby bump, Jeannie with a bigger bump, holding up her stomach, and the one that clinched it for me, Jeannie looking radiant, holding our baby. I smiled, I knew I wanted this. I don't know how long I had sat there, but when I went to take a sip of coffee, it was ice cold. I went and got a hot cup of coffee, glanced at the clock on the stove and was stunned to realize that I had been sitting out there for nearly six hours. Then I mentally kicked myself, I hadn't called Jeannie and she had to be worried. I grabbed my phone and the Caller ID showed that she had called and there was a voice mail. I dialed the voice mail access and found that she had been calling every half hour getting progressively more hysterical. I took a deep breath and dialed her number. "KATIE!!!!!" She shrieked into the phone. "Are you OK? Oh God, please tell me you're OK!" "Babydoll, I am so sorry," I said, listening to her sobs. "I forgot to call and was out on the porch without my phone." There was a long pause at the other end of the line. "So, you're OK? You're not hurt?" "No, Babydoll, I'm not hurt." I said softly. I heard Jeannie crying again, "Oh thank God. I'm so happy you're OK." "Baby, I'm sorry." I repeated. She snuffled, "It's OK, I just overreacted...again." She took a deep breath, "Did you just call because I've been calling?" Her voice was tiny, I could barely hear her. I smiled, knowing what she was asking. "No, I heard your messages because I was looking for my phone to call you." "Really?" She whispered. "Yeah, I was calling to tell you to call Elle." I said. The silence was deafening, before she squeaked, "For what?" "So you and I can talk to her about Aidan." I said quietly. "Oh my God," she breathed, "really?" "Yes, really." I said, "I love you and I want to have a baby with you." She was crying again. I asked, "Why are you crying, Babydoll?" "Because I love you, you make me so happy." She trailed off into tears again. "Sweetie," I said, "I'm going to let you go now, I'll be home in a couple of hours. I love you." "I love you, too, Angel." Jeannie whispered. I put my bag in the car and headed home. I felt much better on this trip than on the trip up. I listened to some classic rock on the way home. I was feeling very happy and I wanted up music. After about ten minutes I was singing along with every song. I actually had fun driving home and it seemed like I was there in no time. I pulled into the garage and Jeannie was waiting for me at the door. She threw her arms around my neck, hugged and kissed me about a hundred times. "I missed you; I love you, thank you, thank you, thank you..." I laughed, "Slow your roll there, little one. Nothing has been decided, Elle and then Aidan have more than a little to say about this." She wasn't deterred, "I know, I know, but I'm still grateful. We'll talk to Elle and then if she's agreeable, Aidan. I know it's up to them, but I'm still excited." We sat down on the couch. I smiled at her. "Have you called her yet?" Jeannie tried to act innocent, "Who?" But she couldn't hold the straight face and cracked up. "Yes I did. She'll be here for brunch tomorrow." I raised an eyebrow, "Does she know why?" Jeannie shook her head. "No, she just thinks we're having a girl's morning." I smiled, "OK. What are we doing tonight?" Jeannie giggled, "I made chili. I wanted chili dogs. I thought we could have a movie night." "Movies and chili dogs, sounds fun." I said. "I'm going to take a shower and I'll be right down." "Want some help?" Jeannie giggled. I smiled, "No, it'll be faster if I don't have help. I'm starving and I want to get back quickly." She grinned at me, "OK." I showered quickly and got into a pair of shorts and a tee shirt. When I got back downstairs, Jeannie had set up a little food bar in the kitchen. There were the hot dogs and buns, chili, grated cheese and onions. She had set out a bowl of potato chips and even had frosty mugs of root beer. Aidan and Katie Ch. 07 I hugged her. "How did you do this so fast?" She giggled. "I had planned this before. I bought the mugs and put them in the freezer. I had the root beer in the refrigerator in the garage and I made the chili when you called. It could have simmered longer, but I figured since it's more of a condiment, it would be OK. We can eat bowls of it tomorrow." We made our hot dogs and sat in front of the TV. She pressed play on the DVD player and when the opening credits rolled, I started laughing. "Babies on the brain, Babydoll?" It was Baby Boom, starring Diane Keaton. She giggled, "Mayyyybeeee... Wait 'til you see the next one." I looked at her, squinting suspiciously and she laughed. We ate our chili dogs, drank our root beer and watched the movie. We laughed, we cried and we thoroughly enjoyed the movie. When it was over, she didn't let me see the next one until it was playing. I started laughing again; she had put in Cheaper by the Dozen with Steve Martin and Bonnie Hunt. "Babydoll, you're out of your mind if you're thinking we'll even get close to a dozen kids." I kissed her and hugged her. She giggled, "I know, but I thought it would be fun to watch." We snuggled in and watched the movie. We were both amazed at who some of the kids grew up to be. Piper Perabo and Hilary Duff were in it and Ashton Kutcher basically had a walk on. By the time it was halfway over, I could tell by her breathing that she had fallen asleep. I watched the end of the movie, got out from under her and turned everything off downstairs. "Come on, Babydoll, time for bed." I said gently, kneeling beside her. As I had learned, getting her up when she was asleep was nearly impossible. I coaxed and cajoled, begged and finally threatened her before she moved. Sometimes, it was like living with a pre-teen. She stumbled up to bed and fell in. I'm not certain that she had even woken up. I climbed in behind her and she scooted back into me, squirming until I spooned with her. The last thought I had before falling asleep was that we hadn't even discussed how to approach Elle with this monumental request. I opened my eyes and looked around, I was alone in bed. I lay there for a few moments before I realized that something smelled wonderful. After using the bathroom and brushing my teeth, I walked up behind Jeannie as she was working on the countertop. I slipped my arms around her waist and nuzzled her neck. "Mmmmm," she hummed, "morning sweetie." I kissed her ear, "Morning, what smells so good?" "A cinnamon coffee cake." She murmured, "Plus I'm making an egg, cheese and sausage casserole. It ought to be done just about the time that Elle gets here." I kissed the back of her neck and she leaned into me. "Babe?" "Mmm-hmm?" She hummed. "Have you thought about how you're going to ask Elle?" I asked softly. Her shoulders sagged and she shook her head slowly. "I-I-I don't know, do you?" I turned her around and hugged her to me, she was shaking. "No, but let's just let it come. Let's just try to get the conversation around to babies and kids and see where it goes." We stood with our arms around each other until she calmed down. "OK." I looked at the clock, "I need to get ready and so do you." She merely repeated herself, "OK." I went to our room and took a quick shower. I pulled my hair into a ponytail, put on a pair of shorts and a tank top. When I came out of the bathroom, Jeannie had just pulled off her clothes and, as always, I was shocked breathless by her body. I stopped still and stared at her. She grinned at me, "We don't have time, Angel." Then she brushed past me, making sure that her boobs caught the bare skin of my arm. I took a deep shuddering breath and muttered, "Bitch." Jeannie just giggled. I went downstairs and got a cup of coffee. I went out and sat on the patio, it was a little cool for shorts, but it still felt good. A few minutes later, Jeannie came out and hugged me. "Is everything ready?" I asked. "Do you need help with anything?" "I'm good." She said. It was then that we heard the doorbell. We went inside and started toward the front door when we heard the timer go off. Jeannie veered off to the kitchen and I went to the front door. Elle was there in shorts and a tank top. I hugged her and said, "Evidently, shorts and tank tops are the order of the day." She asked, "What do you mean?" Then Jeannie popped in and she was dressed almost identically to Elle and I. "Oh." Elle said when she saw Jeannie. Then they hugged, too. We went out to the kitchen and Jeannie had laid everything out. "Ooohh," Elle said, "everything looks and smells great!" Jeannie got everybody coffee and we sat down. I could tell she was nervous because she was talking a mile a minute. We ate and spent a long time sitting at the table talking. I asked Elle about The Elle and she sighed deeply. "Kenny, my chef turned in his notice a month ago. He got an offer from a fine dining restaurant and that's where he wanted to be. I was fortunate that he told them that he wouldn't dump on me and needed to give me a month." She said sadly. "Aidan and I planned for this, but I had hoped he would last longer than a year. He helped me find his replacement from the culinary school and had been helping train her. But, it's taking much more of my time than I had hoped. Aidan and I have spent less time than usual together. I'm missing him a lot." The longer she talked, the more that Jeannie didn't. I could feel her withdrawing and becoming very still. I found her hand and held it lightly while we talked. I asked Elle about the new chef and she told us that this one was a woman named Suzie. Elle laughed, "Her name is Suzanne, and she tried to carry that off for a little while, but she couldn't do it. She realized that we're way too relaxed for that kind of formality." Elle went on to tell us that it would be a month or two before she could cut back her hours again. When she said that, Jeannie's shoulders slumped and she withdrew from the conversation completely. It did not go unnoticed by Elle. "Jeannie," Elle said, "what's wrong? You have gotten much too quiet after having been so excited when I got here. Tell me what's up." Jeannie looked at me and I asked her, "Do you want me to talk about it, or do you?" Jeannie shook her head, took a deep breath and said, "I will." She looked at Elle and said, "Katie and I have been talking and we want to have a baby." Elle grinned, "That sounds great. Are you going to do artificial insemination? Don't you like to have to go through profiles of guys that are donors?" She giggled, "OK, I want one from Column A, one from Column B..." In spite of herself, Jeannie laughed at that. "I suppose that is the way it works." She looked at me and squeezed my hand. "But, that's not what I, uhh, I mean, we want." Elle cocked her head to the side. "Then what is it that you want?" Jeannie hesitated and I nudged her. She looked sideways at me, a little annoyed. "OK, OK." She took another deep breath and gripped my hand tighter. "I, uhh, we don't want a stranger to be the biological father to our baby. We want someone we both know, we both trust and we both love to be the father. I am going to be carrying our child and I want our baby to be related to both of us." She stopped; her face blood red and breathing hard. Elle sat there a moment looking confused. Then, as she realized what Jeannie was saying she smiled softly. "You want Aidan to be the daddy, don't you?" Jeannie relaxed a little, just a little. "Yes." Elle looked at me, grinning hard, "So you want your brother to whack-off into a cup, huh?" That made me laugh and then as I pictured it, Aidan hunched over a cup clutching a men's magazine, I began laughing harder. Elle started giggling and finally Jeannie joined in. It broke the tension a little. Elle sat back and looked at Jeannie. "So, do you want my permission or something? That's no problem, I'm sure that Aidan won't have a problem whacking off for his sisters." Jeannie turned to look at me, panic in her eyes. I squeezed her hand gently trying to reassure her. She was breathing heavily again. "I'll do it, babe." I whispered. I reached across the table and took Elle's hand. "Here's the thing, Elle. Jeannie doesn't want artificial insemination. She doesn't want a sterile lab for the baby. She wants our baby conceived in love." Elle gasped as she comprehended my words. She looked between Jeannie and I. "You, she, uhhh, you want to have sex with Aidan and you want my permission! You don't want a sterile lab as the point of conception, but a dirty little fuck is good enough!?!? Jeannie, Katie you're both nuts!" She pulled her hand away and glared at us. I sighed, "That's not it at all. Jeannie wants all four of us there. She wants all of our love there. She doesn't want sneaking around; she wants us to love the baby into the world." Elle jerked her hand away and sat there with her mouth hanging open. "So she wants the baby conceived in an orgy?" I was speechless. I had bought into Jeannie's rationale and didn't think about how the presentation would sound. It sounded downright nuts and it struck me as really funny. I started laughing again and both of them turned and stared at me. "Oh, come on!" I said, "It's funny!" They sat there and stared at me as I laughed. Pretty soon the corners of Elle's mouth started twitching and she started giggling. She took my hand again and we sat there for a few moments. "OK," She said, "At first blush, that's really weird, but I can see what you're trying to accomplish. Now, what do you want from me?" I took another deep breath, "I think we need you to talk to Aidan and feel him out on this. After all, we're asking him to have sex with his ex. If it's a non-starter then just let us know. If he wants to talk about it, we'll do whatever he wants. Just let us know. We're going to go to an OB/GYN this week and find out the best way to chart all of Jeannie's rhythms and whatnot. If it's just no, then we'll talk to the doctor about artificial insemination." Elle sat there and looked at us, a neutral expression on her face. The she smiled, "You know, it took a lot of courage to ask this. I don't know how Aidan is going to react to this, but I'll ask. I'm not gonna take sides, I'm gonna be neutral. If he asks me what I think, I'm gonna tell him that I have no problem with him having sex with Jeannie as long as it's to make a baby, but not for recreation. Am I clear on that?" I started giggling, "So they can make a baby, but they can't have any fun doing it?" Elle just stuck out her tongue at me. Jeannie sat there a minute and then ran around the table to Elle and threw herself into Elle's arms. "Thank you, Elle, thankyouthankyouthankyou." "Whoa there, Jeannie." Elle said softly, holding Jeannie. "There's nothing set." Jeannie buried her face in Elle's neck. "I know, but you're willing to try, that's enough for me." "OK." Elle said. Jeannie kissed Elle on the cheek, came back and sat down. We sat there talking for a few more minutes. Then Elle looked at her watch. "I'd love to sit here for a while, but I need to get to the restaurant. I'll talk to Aidan and let you know." "OK," Jeannie said, "Thank you." ********************** We spent the next several days wondering what was going on. Jeannie kept bugging me to call, but I told her to give Aidan and Elle time. Aidan had to work out what he was feeling about it. No matter what Elle had said at our house; she had to be settled with the whole thing in her mind. In the meantime Jeannie set up an appointment with an OB/GYN to find out about her cycle and maximum fertility. One piece of good news was that Jeannie hadn't been on birth control for nearly two years and her body should be functioning normally. The hormones were long out of her system. The second piece was that she was as regular as clockwork. We should be able to pin the fertile days down pretty accurately. We heard from Elle on Thursday. Aidan had been thinking about it and had some questions. They wanted us to come for dinner on Friday night. We agreed and Jeannie was all kinds of excited. "Calm down Babydoll." I said as she was choking the shit out of me as she hugged me. "He has questions, he could say no." "I know, but we're a step closer." She squeaked in excitement. "I don't know if I can wait until tomorrow night!" I laughed, "Well that's just tough, 'cause you don't have any choice." She sighed, "I know." ******************** The next night we went to Elle's. She had cooked some lasagna and garlic bread. Jeannie had asked about wine before we went and she bought a good cabernet sauvignon. We ate the lasagna, which was very good and then went into the living room with our wine. The conversation was a little tense at first, but became easier as we went along. Finally, Aidan said, "Let's address the elephant in the room, OK?" We all laughed. "Look," he said, "I don't think I have a problem with this. But, I want to make sure that Katie and Elle are OK with it." He looked directly at me. "I know what happened with Julie and I need to know that this isn't gonna freak you out." I smiled, "Baby Bro, I appreciate that you're worried about me. But, I realized that this isn't merely about Jeannie getting some dick. This is only about a baby. So I am fine with it...as long as Elle and I are there." He said, "OK, Elle told me that she's OK with it, too...as long as you and she are there. Next I want to know if this is gonna be a clinical wham, bam, thank you ma'am or if it's gonna be something more. I mean, I don't see the point of not having artificial insemination if we're not having some tenderness." He looked at Elle in a panic. "Babe, it's not that, I mean...uhhhh..." Elle went over and hugged him. "It's OK, Aidan, I know what you mean. I think the idea is that Katie will get Jeannie all hot and bothered and ready for you and I will get you ready for Jeannie. Then we will help things along." She looked at us, "Do I have that right, ladies?" "Yes you do," I answered. "Aidan, I want you to know how much we appreciate this. I know that this must be a hard decision because I know how much you love Elle. It must be hard also giving us a baby and that you'll watch the baby grow up from across the room. Know this; you will be a major part of our child's life, our child will know that you're his or her daddy." I glanced over at Jeannie and she was crying and nodding enthusiastically. "You won't have to worry about our baby." There were tears in his eyes as we all came together in a hug. Then I had a wicked thought. "Besides, when will you ever have access to six boobs at once? What variety, too. Papa Bear, Mama Bear and Baby Bear." Elle said, "Hey!" and smacked me, but she was laughing. Aidan hugged her and said, "And they're juuuuussttt right!" Jeannie and I said, "Awwww..." "Oh shut up!" Aidan growled. We laughed at him and then went over and hugged both of them. He growled, but had to stop because he was laughing. We broke up when he started struggling to get loose. "OK," he said when everyone was back in their seats, "what now? How, where and when do we do this?" I looked at Jeannie and she shrugged. "How about this? We should do this at our house. I don't think Elle wants to look at your bed or her bed and have the memory of you with another woman." They both started to protest and I raised my hand, "I know, I know, we'll all be there, but the mind is a funny thing and this will be a powerful memory for all of us. It's not like you guys are going to be in our bed every night, now is it? This will be a happy memory for us, so let's just do it at our house. We know the time frame and it should be two weeks from now. So, we're suggesting that you guys stay with us for a couple of days at the height of Jeannie's cycle, that way we'll have a couple of shots at it. How's that sound?" Aidan made a face, "A little clinical, but I get it." Elle smacked him again, "Jesus, grow up! It sounds wonderful. I'm actually kind of looking forward to it." Jeannie suggested we watch a movie. She had obviously thought about it because she got on Netflix, pulled up Conception, a movie about nine couples and the night that they conceived. It was a brilliant selection by Jeannie and made us laugh at the title, easing whatever remaining tension there was. We watched the movie, everybody hugged again, finalized the plans for Aidan and Elle at our house and then we left to go home. Jeannie snuggled up to me in the car. "Do you think it went well, Angel?" Jeannie asked hopefully. "I do," I answered. "I think he just wanted to make sure that I was OK. If he thought that I was just doing this to make you happy and would have a problem with it, he would have said no. So, yes I think it went well." "Good." Jeannie said. ************** We spent the next week making sure the house was perfect. We were going to set them up in the guest room. It had it's own bathroom so they would be comfortable. Jeannie put some nice welcoming touches in their room and the bathroom. Jeannie took off the week that we had arranged to meet. The Tuesday that they were to spend the first night, Elle got to our house early and helped Jeannie fix dinner. I think Elle was trying to make Jeannie feel at ease about the situation. Jeannie had been on the phone with Elle every day since Aidan had agreed to help us. Several times, I heard Jeannie ask Elle if she really was OK with this. I got home about five and Jeannie seemed nervous. I went into the kitchen and drew her into my arms and held her. She was shaking. I looked at Elle and she shook her head and shrugged. "Jeannie," I said, "it's OK. Aidan wants to help us, Elle wants to help us and this is will be fun and sexy." She took a deep shuddering breath and said, "I know, but that doesn't make it me any less nervous." She giggled, "I haven't had a dick in me since Aidan and I split up." She looked at Elle, "I've never had anybody's dick but Aidan's in me. I've had dildos, but Aidan is the only man with whom I've ever had sex. So I guess this is somewhat appropriate." Elle got up and hugged both of us. "Jeannie, I told you, this is good. Aidan is excited about having a child." She pulled back and grinned at us. "He gets to practice being a dad and then the baby goes home." Elle looked at me. "Do you want a beer?" I looked at Jeannie and she frowned. I laughed, "I guess I'll have a diet Coke." We sat and talked as dinner cooked. Elle and I spent most of our time trying to calm Jeannie. After a little while her breathing returned to normal. It seemed to me that she had finally relaxed. We were then able to have a normal conversation. About that time, the timer went off on the oven. Jeannie looked at Elle, "What time is Aidan gonna be here?" "Right now," Aidan's deep rumbling voice startled all of us. Elle laughed, "Perfect timing." She got up and hugged and kissed him. The look in his eyes was heartwarming; I could tell that he really loved her. Jeannie had been banging some pots together and suddenly got very quiet. I turned to look at her; her eyes were wide and filling with tears. Her lips were trembling and she was shaking. She slowly turned and dropped the pots on the stove and took off. Aidan and Elle were surprised by her abrupt departure. I glanced at them as I followed her up the stairs. Aidan looked confused until Elle leaned in and whispered to him. I knew what had happened and so did she. Jeannie was lying on the bed face down when I got to our room. I lay down beside her and started stroking her hair. "Babydoll, it's OK. If they thought this was going to affect their relationship, they wouldn't have agreed to do it."