11 comments/ 116803 views/ 49 favorites Always Home Ch. 01 By: Dkling 1. Moving in. A dance. An embrace. Things suddenly got bad for us after Dad died. For us, the spoiled Flinders kids, who'd never had it bad in our entire lives. But Dad died, and he left all of his stuff to some floozy we'd never heard of, and all we three had was the parts of Mum's estate that her will had bequeathed specifically to us. And some inheritance that was. A few bucks, her personal effects, which Dad had never bothered to get rid of, and a shoebox of a house out on a development estate somewhere, which Mum had bought as an investment a few years before she died. We were served notice: the floozy wanted her house. Her house? I would've grabbed that process server and strangled the life out of him if it hadn't been for Elsa. She stopped me, held me back. In that calm way of hers, she took the eviction notice and thanked the man for his time. I turned and ran for my room. Rage had a hold on me, but I knew that it wouldn't be much longer before it turned to tears. And I didn't want anyone to see. Then there was a knock at my door. I put a grim choke on the emerging sobs and croaked, "Come in." It was Elsa, papers still in hand. She walked in, a weary slump to her shoulders that it pained me to see. She sat down on the bed, next to where I lay prone, head on the pillow. "We have thirty days," she said. "Most of the furniture and fittings have to stay here. We... we get to keep our personal effects -- clothes and that sort of thing -- and anything Dad expressly gave us as gifts..." "Better start packing then," I choked. "That last bit alone is going to take weeks. Dad, always so generous with his 'darling kids'..." I felt her hand on my shoulder then. "Don't do this, Ger, please. I need you right now. We've got to put a brave face on this for Marnie. She's going to take it badly, I just know..." "And you think I'm not?" I twisted over, prepared to deliver something biting and scathing, to hurt her. And stopped at the tears running down her face. She didn't need me to hurt her. Dad already had. "Please, Ger," she whispered. "I can't do this alone." I sat up, then, and did something I hadn't done in years. I hugged her, hard. Tentatively, her hands came up to pat my back. She laid her head on my shoulder. Her body started shaking, but I didn't hear any crying. She wouldn't let herself slip that far. Big sis Elsa, always looking out for us. But now -- now who was going to look out for her? Arms around her, my cheek nestled against the fabric of her blouse, I cried for her. Always Home Ch. 01 I sang to her, I held her; I sang to her about a love I only half understood but which somehow resonated through me. Take my hand, take my whole life too... She lifted her head. Her eyes opened, slowly. "You idiot," she whispered. "You ridiculous, beautiful... idiot!" She pulled away from me, then, with more strength than before. Stumbling for a moment, she headed off into the bathroom, closing the door behind her. A minute or so later, the sound of running water let me know she was in the shower. I stood at the door, heart weighed down like lead. Through the steady drumming of water, I could hear Elsie, no longer trying to hold back, sobbing helplessly. ...I can't help falling in love with you. Always Home Ch. 02 2. Shared feelings. Finding something. A moonlit night. I woke up late. The curtains were closed, but enough light filtered through the light fabric to let me know that it was already late morning, at least. Yawning, I slipped off the rumpled bed and stumbled to the doorway. Elsa was in the living room, standing at the bookcase in blouse and slacks, straightening up the books and adding new ones from the open box next to her. She turned to look at me, a smile tugging up one corner of her mouth. "Hi," she said. "Hey," I echoed. "What time is it? Marn's gone off to school?" "Eleven seventeen," Elsa said, nodding at the clock which she'd obviously put up earlier in the morning. "And yes, I got Marn off to school this morning. Then I came back and felt the need to start putting more things in order. And I've been doing it until just this very moment." There was something about her smile that seemed more Elsa than Elsa, if that makes any sense. I stood there, vaguely trying to puzzle it out, as she placed one last book on the shelf and came closer. "Good morning," she said, and kissed my cheek. "Marnie finished off all the pizza for breakfast, but I can make you some toast if you like." "Sounds good." I nodded, and started to step past her, only to find her in my way. Puzzled, I looked up at her, but she was just standing there, that smile still on her face. "Good morning," she repeated. Oh. "Good morning," I said, dutifully. "How did you, um... sleep?" It was only then that the strangeness of last night hit me. "Wonderfully," she said. "I, um..." I floundered for words. She brought a finger to her lips. "Shhhh. Thank you." "You're, um, welcome." It was all I could think to say. She moved closer, and held me tightly. A hint of fragrance washed over me: perfume, shampoo, soap -- who knew? "Thank you," she said, quietly, in my ear. And clung to me. Making me realise that last night... wasn't over. Hadn't even begun. The surge of emotion that coursed through my chest almost buckled my knees. "I love you, Elsie," I whispered. "Always." "You shouldn't." Her voice was a soft breeze, almost as if meant to be heard by my heart, not my ears. But it was too late, far too late for that. She gasped in surprise when she felt my arms close around her. She looked up, almost shyly, her brown eyes filled with light. I pressed my brow against hers, then lightly kissed the tip of her nose. "You can't tell me what to do, Elsie." "I... I know. But—" "Hush up." For a moment we just stood there looking at each other. She seemed so young, so alive. The deep brown of her eyes, the small dimple in her cheek, the tiny indentation where she was biting her lower lip. Her lips were a deep pink, not full but not too thin either, and curved in a nervous smile. "Elsa." I kept staring at her lower lip, fixated. Moving closer, moving downwards, even as she moved up to meet me. The phone rang. I blinked, startled, then pulled back. The moment shattered. Elsa laughed lightly, pushing her hair back behind one ear. "That'll be the phone company; I've been trying to get our service working properly all morning." I looked down at my arms, still interlocked with hers. "Then you'd better answer it, hey?" "Yes." Slowly, she drew back, separating from me. "You go get washed up. I can have breakfast ready for you whenever you like." I nodded. She turned and dashed for the phone. I headed for the bathroom. For some reason, the notion of a cold shower was suddenly incredibly appealing. Always Home Ch. 03 3. French toast. A shopping expedition. Crunchy lamb surprise. "Ger? Ger, wake up, sleepy head." I opened my eyes, blinked at Elsa's face hovering near mine. "Elsie?" I grumbled, squinting and trying to focus. "What you want?" "I'm just taking Marnie off to school," she said. "There's extra French toast in the kitchen if you want some, but you'd better hurry or it'll get cold." "Thanks," I mumbled. She smiled and bent forward to quickly kiss my cheek. "See you soon," she said, and spun around, heading out the door. She was wearing shorts and a light blouse, and she filled both of them out rather nicely. A few moments later, I heard Marnie yell, "See ya, Ger!" before the front door slammed shut. Elsa's car sputtered to life, and it pulled away. Reluctantly, I pulled myself out of bed. Why'd Elsa decided to wake me up? Sure, I liked French toast as much as anyone else in the family, but it wasn't as if it were some sort of delicacy I couldn't miss out on. I was surprised Marnie hadn't scoffed the lot, to be— Marnie. Our second morning here, and she couldn't have missed the fact that I hadn't slept on the couch on either night. And where else could I have been but here, in Elsa's bed? Feeling chilled at the thought, I pulled on some clothes and went to investigate breakfast. Always Home Ch. 04 4. Saturday classifieds. Chinese take-away. Other plans. At some point in the early hours of the morning, before dawn, Elsa got up and went back to her bed, not without incoherent grunts of protest from me, and not without a few hastily stolen kisses. But she left my bed, drifting up like an angel in the darkness, and floated back to hers. I lay half-cognisant for a few minutes after that, my face resting on her side of the pillow where her fragrance and body heat still lingered, before slipping into restless dreams. One moment Elsa was there, warm in my arms, and then she was gone. Later, I remembered one dream scenario in particular: she had to go shopping, she said, as she slipped from my arms and up into the air, blowing me kisses as an ethereal mist enveloped her and her hair turned silver, floating mysteriously in the hazy aura of light surrounding her. I woke up clutching the pillow to my chest, curled up around it as if I'd been clinging to it for my very life. It was morning already: Elsa's alarm clock said 9:23. Elsa was gone, her bed neatly made. I untangled myself from my quilt and crawled over to the bed. As usual, Elsa's satin pyjamas were tucked away under the pillow. I lifted them to my face and inhaled her scent, my body almost going limp with relief. Elsa. How could she have become such an important part of me, so quickly? Stuffing the pyjamas back under the pillow, I stumbled out to the bathroom and washed my face. Then, after pulling on a t-shirt and a pair of shorts, I wandered out into the living room. "Morning, Ger." "Morning, Elsie." Elsa was sitting at the dining table, with the Saturday classifieds spread out in front of her and a green felt-tip tucked behind her ear as she pored over the job advertisements. The sliding door was open behind her, allowing a fresh breeze to blow in from the back yard. It was sunny outside, and the air was clear. "Where's Marn?" I asked, sitting down across from Elsa. She looked up at me, smiling, and I grinned back. "Getting ready for swim training," Elsa said. "Already? She's only been there two days..." "I know, I know, but you know Marn. Has to keep busy." "Where's she training -- at the school?" "Nope, it's a public pool somewhere close by. I offered to take her, but she said she needed to warm up, so she's going to walk." Only Marnie would exercise on her way to sports practice. Still, that was the kind of girl she was. I nodded towards the paper. "Anything promising?" Elsa sighed. "Not really. At least, nothing I feel qualified for." "What, you mean an honours degree in English lit isn't worth anything in the real world?" I asked, feigning shock. "Quiet, you," she grumbled. "And don't get smug about it either -- I've got a pen here with your name on it. You're going to take a look after me." "Yeah, yeah, I was just teasing," I said, grinning. "So, is there anything to eat?" "Marn and I had breakfast already. There's bread there for toast, and bacon and eggs if you can be bothered with cooking." "You mean you're going to make your poor kitchen minion fend for himself?" She shot me an amused glance. "After last night's little demonstration, you still trust me to cook anything for you?" I leaned forward, across the table. "Not a thing, sweet one. But still—" "Hey, Ger. Morning." I started, guiltily, at the sound of Marnie's voice. God, that had been close. I'd just been leaning in for a kiss... "Hey, Marn," I acknowledged, resuming my seat and turning in her direction. She was standing there in tracksuit and sneakers, with her sports bag slung over one shoulder. "Ready to take on the world, I see. Did it ever occur to you not to volunteer for sports straight away?" "God, that's so you, Ger," she scoffed. "Anything to get out of waking up early. But I happen to like competition. And besides, you know Mr Anderson, that teacher I was telling you about? He's one of the coaches." She grinned. "And I wouldn't want to keep my dear coach waiting, especially not when I'm dying to strut around in front of him in my bathers. Later, guys." "See ya, Marn." "Be careful," Elsa warned, getting up from her chair. "Remember to call if you want me to come pick you up." "I will, and I won't." Marnie laughed. "Stop fussing over me, Your Grace. I'm not a kid." "I know," Elsa said. "But you are my sister." "Then act like one! Catch you later!" "See you!" I called, as Elsa dashed to the door, waving to Marnie as she jogged off down the street. My stomach was fluttering just a little as the morning sun revealed Elsa's figure through her blouse and caressed her legs with golden light. I came to my feet and moved towards her. "That Marn," Elsa said, chuckling, as she closed the door and locked it. "Well, Ger, what should we—" She gasped as I pounced on her, pressing her up against the wall. My hands slid up her waist, tugging at the fabric of her blouse, before stopping just under her breasts, cupping them greedily. She succumbed to my hungry kisses, blindly returning them as my fingers unbuttoned her blouse, slipping into the folds of cloth, then slid around behind her to unsnap her bra. Breaking off the kiss, I lifted her bra off her breasts and fastened my mouth on her right nipple, sucking it hard and lavishing it with my tongue. She groaned, her back arching as if to push herself harder into my mouth. I reached up with my left hand and tweaked her other nipple hard, feeling it swell and harden under my touch. "Oh, God," she panted, helplessly. Her hands grabbed my head, her fingers tangling in my hair, clutching me to her. We sank down; we melted to the floor, my lips still firmly attached to her breast. Her fingers let go of my hair and her hands drifted down to fumble with the catch of my shorts. I moved across to suck on her other nipple, teasing it gently while slipping my right hand under her skirt, walking it up her thigh. She managed to free my cock, caressing it gently, sliding her hand up and down with only the slightest hint of pressure, just enough to tease. The tips of my fingers found the slick fabric of her satin panties and slid under the elastic, searching for the entrance to her pussy— "No," she said, her voice strained, breathless. "No. You first, this time." And before I knew it, she had tugged my shorts and boxers down around my knees and was gently kissing my cock, bathing it with her tongue as her fingers stroked up and down at the base of the shaft, encircling it. The pleasure was exquisite. The warmth of her mouth around me; the tenderness of her touch -- one hand slowly stroking me, the other gently fondling my balls. "Tell me... tell me if you like this," she pleaded, uncertainly, before lowering her mouth over the entire length of my cock, bathing it with her tongue and sucking hard. "Ohh..." I groaned, abandoning myself to her. "Oh God... softer, Elsie, not so hard... oh yeah, that's good. Stroke it gently. Oh God I love you. Oh, yeah. So good... Harder now, Elsie. Harder, faster. Yes... Faster... I'm gonna come, Elsie. I'm... gonna... ohhhhhhh..." She pulled back reflexively as cum shot out of my cock, the initial spurt catching her in the face, the rest dribbling down her hand as she continued to jerk my cock with quick, hard strokes, milking the cum out of me. I shuddered in pleasure as she used the cum to lubricate her efforts, her hand sliding slickly up and down my cock, which was now almost unbearably sensitive. "Elsie, no..." I begged, writhing under her touch. "No, Elsie... that's enough. That was... wonderful." She finally took her eyes off my cock long enough to look at me, an anxious smile on her face. "I... I loved doing it," she whispered. A trickle of semen slid down her face, pooling on her lower lip. She licked at it tentatively, looking at her cum-stained hands spread before her. Slowly, almost reluctantly, she raised them to her lips. "You don't... have to," I told her, my breathing still a bit ragged. "But I..." Lowering her eyes, she licked a string of cum from her index finger, but couldn't help making a face. I reached out, taking her hands, and wiped them off on my t-shirt. "You really don't have to, Elsie." She wouldn't look at me, an expression of shame and dejection on her face. "Your turn now," I whispered, reaching under her skirt again. "Gerald, I... I... ahh..." She moaned as my hand slipped back into her panties. Her pussy lips were already slick with her juices, allowing my fingers to slide into her easily. She stared into my eyes, breathing heavily, a pleading expression of sheer vulnerability slowly overtaking her face. "Oh fuck, yes," she whispered, thickly. "Oh Ger, yes, touch me. Play with my pussy." I had two fingers inside her now, sliding in and out of her warmth. I lifted her skirt with my left hand, looking down at her. In unspoken assent, she lifted her bottom, allowing me to pull her panties down. She leaned back, sighing and spreading her legs wide, as I bent down and gently nuzzled the soft curls of her pubic hair. "Yes," she groaned. "Yes, lick me. Oh God, make me... make me come..." Her body tensed as I bent to my work. I took my time, slowly working with her towards ultimate fulfilment, letting her ride the peaks and troughs, doing as she begged but also playing it a little bit insolent, teasing her. But still, within minutes I could tell she was building towards a monumental orgasm, and I didn't have the heart to hold back any longer. As always, the actual moment seemed to take her by surprise. Her face was flushed red, beaded with fine perspiration and dried rivulets of my cum. She was gasping quietly as her hips thrust back and forth to meet the rhythm of my fingers and tongue, playing with her. My tongue teasing her swollen clit; left hand keeping her pussy lips spread; right hand driving in and out of her wetness. The smell of her pervaded the air. She groaned and thrashed helplessly. And then, almost magically, she hit the peak. Her legs stiffened and locked. All she could do was strain and gasp, almost unwillingly, longing for the moment to take her... and when it did, it tore through her, taking her over completely, tossing her body like a rag doll. She cried out achingly with the joy of release, the cries wrenched from her lungs between laboured gasps for air. For a small eternity, she came under my hands, my fingers still deep inside her, her hands tugging painfully at my hair. Until finally, unable to hold onto it any longer, she fell limp. All she could do was gasp weakly, lying there half-dressed with her skin bright pink and an expression of utter joy on her face. And, looking at her, all I could think was how fucking much I loved her. Always Home Ch. 05 5. Heartbreak park. If I fell. Is Marnie watching? I didn't sleep well, and it wasn't just the couch's fault this time. My emotions were all topsy-turvy, and had been for what seemed like days. Intense joy, followed shortly thereafter by periods of alienation and loneliness and fear. Was this what love was supposed to be about? Really? I supposed that the more joy I allowed myself to feel -- with Elsie, wrapped in her arms, kissing her, loving her -- the more I opened myself up to hurt, and not just one variety of it. There was the hurt we both felt when out in public, having to pretend that we weren't in love with each other. There was the hurt that tore at us when Marnie was around and we had to play brother and sister again. But we still were brother and sister... That was the part that didn't make any sense. We'd been brother and sister all our lives. And now, suddenly, we were lovers. Did the new relationship replace the old one, supplant it in some way? Or was there now a dual reality to deal with -- siblings who were lovers? Lovers who were siblings? How could any of it make sense? None of it did. At least, not at the moment. For a while I'd lain awake just outside Elsa's door, certain that I could hear her crying. Wishing, almost, that she'd unlock the door and come to me as she had that first night, and let me hold her. Let this fight wash over, let us be together again. I wasn't going to knock. I wasn't going to make the first move. But if she wanted to... Somehow, despite the thoughts churning around in my head and the churlishness that refused to let me ask Elsa for forgiveness (but what had I done wrong?), I fell asleep on the couch. And when I woke in the morning light, my head was miraculously clear. Elsa hadn't known the whole story. She hadn't been thinking straight. No-one was in the wrong. We could talk it out, and things could go back to normal. (Well, they could go back to what they'd been, which admittedly was nothing even approximating 'normal'.) I swung myself off the couch, looked briefly at the clock -- 8:37 -- and glanced towards Elsa's door. Which was open. She wasn't in her room. The bed was rumpled, as if she'd had a hard time sleeping. On Elsa's pillow was the note I'd left last night, with two words written in green ink under mine: I'm sorry. Always Home Ch. 06 6. No need to rush. Experience required. Elsa and me. The loud rattling of the bedroom door handle jarred me out of an uneasy sleep. Elsa was curled up behind me, her head resting on my shoulder and her hands held close in front of her, against my back. I blinked hazily, noting the brightness of the outside world through the closed curtains. What had— "Elsie?" The door handle rattled again. "What the...? Hey, Elsie, are you gonna sleep all day?" Oh, shit. I rolled over in Elsa's embrace to peer at the alarm clock, which read 7:58. Marnie had to leave for school in a little over fifteen minutes. "Just a sec!" I called, reaching over to shake Elsa's bare shoulder. "Huhrrm?" she mumbled, tightening her arms around me and snuggling closer to my chest. "Whassit?" "You forgot the alarm," I said, anxiously. "Marn wants you to get up." "Oh..." She opened her eyes blearily, and tried to focus on me. "Ger. Marnie... already? But it can't be..." She rolled over, letting her right arm fall flat across the bed, and squinted at the clock. "Oh, shit," she murmured. "My thoughts exactly," I said, as she sat bolt upright in the bed, sending the covers flying. She was, of course, still completely naked. And so was I. "Sis?" Marnie's voice was definitely starting to sound impatient. "Are you up yet? What's the deal locking the door, anyway?" "I'll be right there," Elsa said, looking around in a bit of a panic. "Have you had breakfast?" "Yeah, I've eaten. I'll go pack my stuff; I want to go in a bit early today." "Okay," Elsa said. "Won't be long." She leaned over and gave me a hasty kiss before slipping out of her side of the bed and landing nimbly on the carpet. Her bare skin was lit warmly by the hazy morning light, and she was beautiful in motion, as always. But there was no time to think or act on it. Or was there? "Panties," she muttered, looking around frantically. She stooped and retrieved the condom wrapper, which I'd let fall there on the floor. "Panties... bra... Hide this, Ger. Hurry." "Roger." I pushed the sheets back and reached for my boxers, tugging them on hastily. The knotted condom was there on the floor as well; as Elsa swept past me, pressing the empty wrapper into my hand, I shoved them both under the pillow. Grabbing her slip, which was lying close to hand, I threw it under the sheets, then stooped and started dragging the futon mattress out from under the bed. Elsa was locked in the ungainly dance of someone trying to get dressed in an awful hurry. One leg was halfway into a pair of pink cotton panties while she tried desperately to balance on the other leg and pull on her bra at the same time. I reached out a hand to steady her as she nearly tipped over against the wardrobe doors. "It's okay," I said, in an undertone. "No need to rush." She looked at me a little frantically. "I forgot to set the alarm. How could I have forgotten that?" "It's all right," I said, reassuringly, as she bent over to pull up her panties, her bra still hanging loosely from her arms. Then, stepping up behind her as she firmed her footing, I brought my arms up under hers and softly pinched her nipples. She gasped, quietly. "Ger..." she said, in a tone that was probably supposed to sound warning but instead sounded helplessly aroused. "We don't... have time... ohhh..." I kissed the back of her neck and felt her weight sink onto my arms as her knees buckled just slightly. "You're naughty, Ger..." she whispered, as I teased her nipples some more, feeling the blood rush to them. Loving the sensation of her sleep-warm skin against me. "I'll let you go... this time," I said, doing as I promised with my right hand, but slipping my left down to cup her panty-covered pussy. "Uhh..." she moaned, closing her thighs around my hand. "Oh, fuck you, Ger, you bastard... Making me want you..." "Then I won't do this," I said, drawing my hand back up, then sliding down again, my fingers slipping inside her panties this time. Tangling in the soft curls of her pubic hair. Delving further down to trace the lips of her pussy, and running teasingly along them. She may have just woken up, but I could have sworn I could smell her arousal already. "Ger," she groaned, bringing her right hand up to clasp the back of my neck for leverage. "Oh, do me, you bastard..." "But you'll be late," I said, matter-of-factly, starting to withdraw my hand. Her left hand came down to press hard on mine, keeping it between her legs. "Play with me," she begged. "Make me come. Quickly." The lips of her pussy were swollen and slick already. With my right hand, I tugged at the waistband of her panties, pulling them down just enough. She arched against me, thrusting her hips forward as my middle finger slid between her folds, dipping itself in her wetness. "Oh, fuck," she whispered, hoarsely. "It's too early in... the morning... for games like... like this... Ah—!" I curled my finger upwards slightly and brushed against her clit, lightly. She sucked in her breath, her body tensing. Her grip at the back of my neck was starting to hurt. My right hand slid back up to cup her breast, kneading it roughly. She groaned again. "Elsie!" Marn knocked at the door again. "Come on!" "I'm coming!" Elsa snapped, sounding frustrated. "Hold on!" "Sheesh," Marnie muttered, her voice fading into the distance again. "Talk about your slow risers..." "If you're going to do me, Ger," Elsa said tightly, "then do me n— ahh... ohhhhhh!" I nibbled at her ear, her tousled hair tickling at my forehead. I squeezed her breast harder, rubbing the palm of my hand across the erect nipple. And I slipped two fingers inside her pussy, slickly driving them back and forth. Her body rocked against me. Her breathing was ragged and harsh. Letting go of her breast, I lowered my right hand and slipped a bent finger between her legs to nudge her clitoris. "Uhh... Uhhh... Uuhhhhhhh!" Her grunts came in sharp syncopation as my fingers thrust in and out of her, as she did her best to keep her moans quiet. Her entire body started trembling against me, her bare skin against mine as I held her and worked her and played her towards climax. "Aaaaaahhhh!" And with that, with one last half-suppressed moan of sheer erotic joy, she came against me, shuddering uncontrollably, her pussy contracting around my fingers. She gasped for breath, falling back on me, her body going limp. "Fuck you, Gerald Flinders," she mumbled, weakly. "Fuck you for making me want you so much." "Is that a promise?" I asked, reaching down to tug her panties up primly. She turned around in my arms, shooting me a wicked grin. "Just you wait, darling," she said, and kissed me hard. "Just you wait."