15 comments/ 66092 views/ 33 favorites An Average Guy Ch. 01 By: terrunt Dear readers: Constructive criticism please? Thanks. This story is pretty long, so please, stick with it. Oh, and this is a story about love, rather than mindless sex; so obviously there isn't much. --- All the stories I read on here are about Mafia bosses and all that, and it frustrates me. To an average guy, earning an average amount of money; it just doesn't seem likely. I work my ass off all day and don't have savings of millions of dollars. I have enough to live comfortably, and I don't really want any more. I'm happy with my long-term partner Chrissie. Or I was. That's why I'm here. I needed somewhere to vent, somewhere people wouldn't know me. My name is Mike Fort. I live in Forks, Washington. Now you're all thinking "yeah, and I bet he's a sparkly vampire" and all that. Well, I'm not, and that just isn't real life. I'm around 6'2", with spiked black hair and I'm clean shaven. (I'm going to describe everyone involved in this mess properly.) I share an apartment with Chrissie just outside of town, because the rent's cheaper. Like I said, I'm just an average guy, with an average wage. But like I said, I don't really want any more. I love my job, and I wouldn't trade it for anything. Well, I say anything, but one thing springs to mind, and it sure as hell ain't Chrissie. I'm trying to be a good man, providing whilst doing more than my fair share around the house. Sometimes, I have to work away, but that's not very often. I'm a self-employed contractor and I work in any manufacturing plant that needs me. Normally these fall within a 60-mile radius, but sometimes they're further away. I actually grew up in California, but I got offered a job out here for more money. I wasn't going to take it but then I met Chrissie. We seemed to hit it off almost instantly. I know people are all like "Yeah, that shit only happens in fairytales." Well, I guess my life must be a fairytale, because that's what happened. Now, being on these plants, working, means I don't have a lot of time at home, sometimes working a 12 or 13 hour day, then travel times on top. I seem to spend most of my life tired, but somebody has to do it, right? And that's why I find myself on this darkened road at 5AM, travelling at 70MPH in my truck. I knew what was going to happen almost a week ago. I knew that the bearings on the driveshaft would burn out at the plant, but there's more money in it if you let the plant stop. I mean, sure, it fucks their day up, but why shouldn't I make more money for doing these stupid hours? The asphalt was blurring under the lights from my truck as the tachometer approaches 80. I flicked the radio on, hoping to shake off my light-headed mood. I flick through the stations, settling on one playing an old Thin Lizzy record. Gotta appreciate the greats, right? I'm headed to Oregon today, of all places. I didn't mind the extra trip, but I did mind the extra time alone. Time alone was something I avoided at all costs. Ever since Alice had kissed me. I'll tell you a little about Alice now. She's my little sister. I'm 29, she's 27. We were related on my mothers side, because my father did a runner as soon as my mom told him she was pregnant with me. Good fucking riddance. I grew up with Bob, and I consider him my real father. Being a father is way more than donating the sperm. But I digress. Alice is around 5'8" with blond hair and the most electrifying blue eyes you've ever seen. She's the type of woman you can imagine being in the centrefold of Playboy. That hot, honestly. We had always been incredibly close, from the moment we were old enough to understand what brother and sister meant. That had never changed, and she called me every weekend, just to chat. Or she did. Hell, we were so close she even started smoking when I did. --- I saw a sign that said: St Helens 3 Miles and I reached for my smokes. I lit one and inhaled, feeling instantly better. There's something about a soothing Marlboro that puts my mind at ease. And anyways, I couldn't have one once I reached the plant because I'd have the supervisor on my back, as if his presence could make me work faster. Whilst I'm in this job to make money, I do not fuck around. That's why I get called so much. --- I flicked the cylindrical tube out of the window as I saw a sign reading St Helens Paper Mill. Smoking on site was a big no-no if you ever wanted to be invited back. In fact, everything except doing the job flawlessly was a big no-no if you wanted to come back. I pulled through the gates, and into a vacant space in front of the main entrance. Luckily, I wouldn't actually have to be going into the pulper today, it was a strictly external job. If you went inside, you'd stink of wet pulp for the next week. It was a very dirty job. I roughly manhandled my tool box off the bed of the truck and dropped it by the passenger door. I opened the door and grabbed my hi-viz jacket and hardhat. One of the many rules stipulated by the company because of the lifting trucks around. I had to report to the office and sign in before I could even enter the plant, so I did that, then proceeded to the pulping room. These machines are huge, capable of swallowing 20 tons of paper in one go, so you can imagine the motors and the driveshaft's to get the damn thing running. I figured that I'd need to remove the cover, remove the old bearings, put in the new ones, grease them and replace the cover. It should take me around 2 hours. As I walked to #3, I wondered why it was running. If the bearings die, the shaft will still run, but it will generate excessive vibration and heat, as well as probably bend the shaft, shear the blades and fuck the motor. I wasn't happy it was running. It would be around a 5-day job to replace all of the components, assuming the plant had the components to hand, which they rarely did. Then when things break, they shit a brick. This plant runs 24 hours a day, 7 days a week, which involves a team of around 20 maintenance workers, on call around the clock. But the plant uses contractors for maintenance, of which I was #21. Unfortunately, the night shift operator had gone home at 4AM, without telling the day shift the bearings had gone. So basically, the day operator had powered up as normal then gone to make some coffee. Well, I had a job to do, and I was going to do it. I stabbed the stop button with my thumb, and waited for the machine to power down. Unfortunately, I also have to disable the motor, because whilst the stop button stops everything, the motor isolator switch is on a separate circuit. I walked to the drive room and isolated the motor. The drive room is around a 5 minute walk from the pulpers, and when I got back the damn thing had been started again. But, because I had shut the motor down, the operator was scratching his head in confusion because the machine was shutting down without his input. "Hey, I'm doing maintenance on this machine bud, it shouldn't have been turned on this morning to be honest. Sorry mate." I said to him as I isolated the pulper itself. He walked off, muttering something about coffee, so I got on with the job. --- 2 hours and 7 minutes later I was finished. The machine was back on, and I was back in my truck headed for home. I had time off from now, and strictly speaking, I shouldn't have been in Oregon this morning, but I figured I may as well. Like I said, if you want to be asked back... Anyway, I was going home. To my real home in California. It was the 20th of December, and I had until the 5th to be at home and share it with my family. Chrissie wouldn't be coming with me. She and her family were going to Venice for Christmas. She had invited me, but I had declined. Why would I go to a foreign country to enjoy something I could enjoy in America? --- I had a quick shower and shave, then I was straight back out of the door, headed for Seattle-Tacoma International, to board the United Airlines flight to San Francisco. --- Check in, boarding and the flight had no issues at all. It was officially the only flight I've ever been on that I had a straight run with no delays. --- The problems started when I hit the ground at San Francisco International. The only person there was Alice. I know I said she had kissed me, but I didn't tell you how. I just mentioned it, and that's why I didn't like being alone. She had merely kissed me as a sister would kiss a brother normally, but she couldn't have known the reaction she had on me. The softness of her lips, the feel of her hair blowing at the side of my face and the smell of cinnamon- her smell- combined to give me the hardest erection I have ever had. And from then on I couldn't stand the thought of what my little sister had done to me. I couldn't stand that I could possibly be having incestuous thoughts about someone I held so dear to me. It drove me to avoid her for almost four months, until I one day called her out of the blue. And I had the same problem. Her voice was like silk, the way it came through the speaker of the phone, and I couldn't believe how much I wanted to sit there for hours on end listening to it. Unfortunately I must have seemed distracted as my mind reeled and she promised to call me back in a few weeks. A few weeks turned into a few months, and finally a year from the kiss, and she hadn't called since the day I called her. I was a wreck for a long while, because I felt like I'd lost my sister, and because, as much as the thought mortified me, I felt like I'd lost a lover. I laughed when I first thought that over because we'd never actually done anything that could be even remotely attested to us being lovers. As I disembarked the plane as slowly as I could, I felt like I needed to get back on and let it take me wherever the hell it was going. But at the same time, I wasn't going to. The selfish portion of my brain was thinking "Fuck you Mike, man up. She's not done anything." And that's how I ended up with her wrapped in my arms, and once again I had an erection. I would have to get used to this, I had 15 days of this to contend with. --- After I claimed my bags, we both walked over to Alice's car. Only, it wasn't Alice's car sat there. It was the orange Pontiac Firebird I had restored in college. My mom and dad had kept this for me when I moved to Forks, and every time I came down they sorted it so I could use it. Luckily, there was no snow to contend with as I drove the car out of the parking lot, into the darkness. --- Alice hadn't said a lot to me since I got here, only "Hey Mike." and I was waiting for her to speak what was on her mind. The trick with Alice is that if you ask, she'll remain tight-lipped forever, but if you don't ask she'll just tell you. "So, how's life in Forks?" She asked. I knew this was the build-up to the explosion of what she had to say, so I played her game. "Pretty boring. Long hours, shit pay, the usual. Oh, and it's fucking cold." I laughed. She smiled tightly. "How's things down here then Alice?" I tentatively probed. "Pretty bad actually. Jon just split with me, so you know..." Alice replied. "Who the fuck was Jon?" I asked, silently kicking myself in the head. I should know this, I should. "We'd been dating for six months. I didn't realise we hadn't talked in that long." She pouted. "How's Chrissie?" She asked tightly. "She's fine, better than ever really." A look crossed my sisters face that I couldn't interpret. Then I could. Could it have been jealousy clouding my beautiful sister's face? "So you've not spoken to me because that slut told you not to?" She viciously asked. I was shocked. I had never seen my sister speak like that about anyone. Chrissie and Alice got on like a house on fire, and I was horrified that she'd jumped to that conclusion. "Not at all! I've been busy, you know..." I mentioned, not wanted to prod the fires. Chrissie had been uncomfortable with how close I was with my sister. I remembered the blazing argument we'd had just before I left for work that morning, at how I was putting my sister before her. I had laughed in her face and yelled "Of course I am, she's my fucking sister!" That was the last I'd said to her. Oh well. Truth be told, I was happier spending Christmas with Alice anyway. And why wouldn't I be? The cute little blond next to me was the glue to my world. If she came unstuck, my world crashed around my ears. I remembered the one time we'd had an argument and she'd told me to fuck off and die, and that it would make everyone happier. I'd just had a fight with our dad, because he'd called my mom a bitch. I had made mistakes at work, and I struggled concentrating on anything. And to make it worse, I'd wrecked my truck, earning me 3 weeks in the hospital. I had come close to dying, which scared Alice shitless. But according to the doctors, I'd made a miraculous recovery and could be moved to home. I didn't break any bones in the crash, but I cracked my skull in 3 places and had to have plates installed. It was around 6 months before I fully recovered and Alice spent every possible minute with me. "Sure, busy..." Alice replied. --- We pulled into the driveway at home, and my mom and dad came out to greet us, bathed in light under the porch light. My mom pulled me into a bone-crushing hug and said "My baby, you're home." My father was much more restrained, offering a firm handshake and a "Welcome home son." That's the thing with Bob, the moment I had told my mom that Bob was my dad, Bob had swelled with pride. And he'd always treated me like a son, regardless. I think he always would have, even if I'd chosen to meet my birth father. Both of them together had never failed to cheer me up, so I was smiling when I looked for Alice. Alice had already gone inside the house. --- I hauled my bags upstairs and dumped them in my teenage room. As I flicked on the light, I noticed that everything was how I'd left it, aside from the room now being tidy. There were still Metallica posters on the cream walls, still papers on the desk, albeit now in piles and still clothes in my drawers. I smiled to myself as I pulled out a shirt designed for a 5'10" frame. On every possible surface there were pictures of me and Alice, on days out, or on days we just felt bored. "She's grown into quite the remarkable young woman, hasn't she Mike?" I span round, and Bob was stood in the doorway. I replaced the picture I had hold of, the last one we took before I left for Forks. "And then some." I replied concisely. It was true. Giggly little Alice had grown into a poised and elegant young woman. She had studied in college and Law School to get her law degree. She'd just become qualified and was doing very well the last I'd heard. Promotions seemed to be throwing themselves at her, and for a county prosecutor that's a very, very good thing. But Alice could also switch off. As is the case with a lot of people, they're always worrying about work. She came in, got changed and just forgot about it. "If I'm not there, it's not my problem." She used to reply when I asked how she did it. How I envied her. I couldn't stop thinking of work, but I suppose it doesn't help when you're self-employed. I was ready to pass out, so I went to the bathroom and climbed straight into my bed. --- For the first time since I could remember, I didn't dream about Alice. I didn't dream about anything, I don't think, or at least, I couldn't remember if I had. I awoke to the smell of coffee and bacon, and it smelt fantastic. I looked at the alarm clock and noticed it was ten o'clock. I yawned and stretched, feeling like a big, happy balloon was swelling on my insides. I hurried getting dressed, dressing in a black sleeveless shirt and jeans. I didn't need anything fancy; I wasn't planning on doing anything. As I hit the bottom of the stairs, I saw my mom and dad sat at the table. Alice was nowhere to be seen. I was slightly crestfallen, but I thought maybe she was just sleeping. "Morning dear." My mom called from the table with a smile. I was content to pour myself a mug of coffee, rather than reply. My mom knew me, so she knew how I was in the morning. Normally she would complain at my ignorance, but in the morning was the only time I could get away with it. But, I replied anyway. "Morning. Just you two?" "Yeah, Alice went to the mall with friends." Bob answered. "Who goes to the mall at this time? I swear, friends going to mall was something they did at 16, not now." I laughed. "Girls enjoy shopping." My mother replied simply. I didn't enjoy shopping in the slightest, so I had to take her word for it. "What time did she say she'd be back?" I probed. "Not 'til late, I don't think." My mom answered this time. I could feel my good mood disintegrating, like someone had popped the balloon. I finished my cup of coffee. "Well, I think I'm gonna go catch up with Lewis, if he's still around?" I made plans, if Alice was going out, so was I. "Sure, he calls sometimes, asking if you'll be around. He's moved back into his mom's, poor woman had a stroke, so he takes care of her." Mom mentioned. "Okay." --- I pulled up outside Annie McTague's house. It closely resembled ours; detached, 2 stories. I knew Lewis would be happy to see me, we'd not caught up since I last saw Alice. I also knew he'd be a little pissed at my absence. I hadn't called or anything, so I hoped he'd forgive me. We'd gotten into a fight in college, and we both had no desire to repeat the incident. --- I rapped loudly on the door. It opened quickly, and Lewis appeared. Lewis is around 6', and is built like a tank. He works in the local car tuning garage, and has done since he was old enough to get a job. He did a double take when he saw me. "Wow, I thought you were dead or something." "Sorry." I apologised guiltily. "Beer?" He asked. This is the reason why me and Lewis are so close. I used to joke that we could go 10 years without seeing each other and the first thing he'd ask is if I wanted a beer. I followed him into the spacious lounge, and then into the gigantic kitchen. My mom had managed to utilise all of the space, and had decorated in such a way as to make the kitchen seem smaller, just to make it more welcoming. Here, Annie had gone the complete opposite way, trying to make it seem larger. Lewis pulled 2 bottles of Coors out of the fridge. He's the only guy I know who'll drink more beer than he will anything else. He led the way back into the lounge, collapsing into the sofa. "So, how's it hanging? And just for the record, I think it's pretty shit that you've decided that abandoning your family and friend was the correct decision. As much as she denies it, Alice has been really cut up." Now you're probably wondering why he knew that. Well, Lewis's little sister Beck was- and still is- Alice's best friend. Beck is, in her own way, a very beautiful girl. She's not as slender as Alice, and she's slightly smaller at 5'5", with brown hair. She's very giggly, and never, ever shuts up. "I know it was a really terrible thing to do, but I had to have some time to sort my head out. You know?" I was reluctant to get into this with Lewis. As amazing a friend as he is, I still feel uncomfortable discussing this topic with him. "Want to talk about it?" He asked gently. "Nah man, I just got my head sorted, I don't really wanna dredge it all up again." "Okay, no worries." He then launched into a debate with me about the NFL teams this year, who was playing well, and who wasn't. We ended up watching an action movie after around 3 hours of talking. That was two more hours killed. An Average Guy Ch. 01 "I'm bored. Coming out tonight?" Lewis asked. "Sure, why not?" I replied. I suppose I was looking forward to doing something that could properly take my mind off Alice. Although I hadn't been consciously thinking about her, I found myself staring off into space and thinking about her without realising. And even when I was distracted, she remained a constant presence in the back of my mind. There was nothing I could do to stop it, at all. --- The arrangements were made for us to meet at 8PM. There was an Electro House club in town, so we thought we'd hit that up. I went home first to eat dinner and get a shower and changed. I was applying the finishing touches to my spiked hair when I felt a presence behind me. "Listen, Mike, can I ask you something?" Alice asked. "Sure, what's up?" I replied without turning. "How do you think this looks on me?" I turned around and my sister was dressed in a short black dress. It was lacy at the top, and patterned with lace on the bottom. Cue instant erection. I was rendered speechless for a minute or two. My breathing grew ragged, and my heart beat faster. I was overwhelmed with lust for her at that very second. She noticed and smiled. "Well, I think I look passable then." She commented, looking at my crotch. I noticed my erection had tented my pants, and I tried to re-arrange in order to hide this. She walked towards me and wrapped her arms around me. "I've really missed you, you know that?" She murmured. She pulled away, lingering for a fraction of a second longer than necessary before she removed her hands. "Who's the lucky guy?" I asked, jealousy evident in my voice. I quickly tried to stifle the feeling of jealousy, but if anything it seemed to make her happier. "No-one, just me and Beck are going out later." She replied. "Who's the lucky girl?" She countered, her voice also layered with jealousy. "Me and Lew are also hitting the town." I smiled. We both walked down the stairs together, me behind Alice. I couldn't help but focus on her perfect little ass as it fought to extricate itself from the confines of the dress. I couldn't have been any harder by the time we got to the bottom of the stairs. I couldn't help but think how this night hadn't been a waste at all if I could spend a fraction of a second longer in her company. --- I left for the club at around 7:30PM, knowing Lewis would be early anyway, and I came to the conclusion we may as well have more drinking time. All along the 5 minute cab journey into town I couldn't get the image of my beautiful sister's appearance in that dress out of my damn mind. I was going crazy. I felt my phone vibrate in my pocket, and I pulled it out, looking at the caller I.D: Chrissie. "Hey." I answered. "Mike, we need to talk." She replied, sounding nervous. "Sure, what's up?" I was feeling nervous by this point, but I had a feeling what was going on. "I don't think I want to be with you any more. After our argument on Saturday morning, it got me thinking... and I don't think I can be with you if you're putting your family first. I'm supposed to be your family. How can I ever have kids with a man that won't put them first? So, I'm going to move out of the flat when I get back. I'm just going to take what's mine and go. It's been a hell of a run Mike, I'm sorry." "Chrissie, I've been with you all year, and you're complaining because I don't want to spend Christmas on my own? You were going to Venice in case you've forgotten!" I hotly replied. "I'm sorry." She apologised once more and ended the call. I threw my phone into the cab footwell in frustration. Fucking bitch! --- Lewis was waiting for me outside the club. I had cheered up a little, and I was looking forward to a night of clubbing, and more importantly: drinking. I ordered the first drinks from the bar, settling for a double black Sambuca myself, and Lewis had a Corona. This continued for around an hour, with Lewis starting on the shots with me, and by the time we'd had a few we were feeling very drunk. So we went to dance. I decided I could make a fool out of myself if I was drunk. I can't dance to save my life, so whatever. I laughed inwardly. I had been dancing for around half an hour when a cute blond wearing the shortest dress I had ever seen winked at me. She came over and started dancing with me, getting very close and personal. The sexual tension seemed to be charging the whole dance floor. The lighting in this club was down low, and I could only make out a faint outline of her perfect body. Her pert breasts and amazing ass. The DJ announced he'd be back in five minutes, so I went to find Lewis. He was sat with a black haired girl I'd never met before, drinking shots. Typical Lewis, I laughed. --- I went to the bar and grabbed my own shots, feeling pretty buzzed. I'd just danced with porn-star material and I had been able to get my mind off Alice whilst I had. I downed both the shots, one after the other. Just at that moment the DJ came back onto the mixing stage. The music started back up again, and everyone moved back to the dance floor. He had moved into Trance, so everyone was getting even more personal, and many couples were making out between dancing. The blond hair beauty had seen me, and was purposefully striding my way. Just then a laser projected from the stage roved across her face and I realised with a shock that it was Alice. So the only time she could be out of my thoughts was when I was with her. Great. "Hey Mike." She said breathlessly as she came within a foot of me. I thought she would stop walking, or walk right past me, but she kept walking towards me. She wrapped her arms around my neck and pulled me down to her level. She locked her lips to mine, announcing to me that she'd felt just as confused as I had. I didn't see it coming, and kissed back bemusedly. Then I realised what was happening and kissed her back properly, injecting everything I'd felt in the last year into the kiss. Anger, confusion, frustration, love. Then reality really kicked in, and I pulled away. "Alice, we can't. You're my sister..." I might have said the words, but I sure as hell didn't mean them. My moment of sheer joy had faded, and I felt so terrible now. I could see the tears in her eyes. "Why not? Why the fuck not?! If I make you happy, and you make me happy, why not?! You felt it tonight! I couldn't stop thinking about the day I kissed you after you left! I couldn't stop thinking about what might have happened if I'd made you stay. I love you. I love you more than a sister should love her brother, but I don't care! I want you. All of you!" She sobbed, running from the dance floor. I hadn't even had time to reply. I looked for her, but I couldn't find her at all. --- I arrived back home at 3AM. I know, it's late and all that, but I didn't care. I'd spent the last few hours drinking shot, after shot, after shot. I felt like such a bastard, making Alice cry, refusing her the very thing I most desired myself. --- I staggered to my room, and threw myself onto the bed. I was asleep in seconds. --- As I awoke, I felt a sharp stabbing pain in my temple. This was going to be a rough morning. I knew it was going to be even worse when I saw the rain pounding against the window pane. I couldn't drive, because I'd fail a breath test because of last night, so I was house bound all day. My mom and dad would have no sympathy for me, because it was all my fault. All my fault. My sister crying, my relationship with my sister damaged, possibly beyond repair and my raging hang-over. I realised that I was still in my clothes from last night/ this morning, so I got changed into a sleeveless top and jeans again, and heading downstairs, groaning at the splitting pain in my head from each step I took. --- I wearily strode into the kitchen, groaning. Bob just carried on reading his paper, my mom carried on sorting the laundry. I stumbled to the sink and grabbed a glass of water, draining it. I knew that it was just my body being dehydrated that made me feel like this, so I was hydrating it again. I drank four glasses of water before I really looked around. First I noticed the time. 12:00. Second I noticed my cut knuckles. Third I noticed Alice looking at me. Alice was looking at me with sadness and pain in her eyes, and it made me feel like dying. I loved my little sister, and to see her hurting and knowing I was the cause was unbearable. "So. What time did you roll your drunk ass in here last night?" Bob growled from over his paper. "I don't know to be honest." "It was 3:13AM!" He yelled." WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU WERE DOING? IN YOUR OWN FUCKING HOUSE, SURE, DO WHATEVER YOU DAMN WELL PLEASE, BUT HERE, YOU LIVE BY OUR RULES, AND YOU KNOW TO BE IN BY ONE!" I was feeling almost human. And I was seeing red. I had found an object for my frustration. "Fuck you! Just fuck you! If I want to stay out, then I'll fucking stay out! It's the first time I've seen Lewis in almost a year, and if I go to a fucking club, I should be able to enjoy my fucking night without clock watching all the fucking time!" "Yeah, more like you're just pissed that Chrissie left you, and you're trying to find the answer at the bottom of a bottle." I noticed Alice look up suddenly at that. "How do you know about that?" "I just do." "I said, how do you fucking know about that?!" "She called the house this morning. She said to tell you her keys are in the kitchen. And that she's sorry." I was fucking furious. "Why didn't she call my cell?" "It was off, apparently." I picked up my cell of the counter, where I'd conveniently left it last night, and flipped it open. He was right, it was off. But it wasn't dead, I must have turned it off. I turned it back on. After it loaded, there was 12 missed calls from Alice, 2 from Chrissie and 4 text messages. "Really?" I asked, looking at her. I read the first text. Received: 11:39PM Mike, Where are you? I'm so sorry. I just... I thought you felt the same way about me that I do about you. Love, Alice. Then the second. Received: 12:01 AM Mike, I'm getting kind of worried now. You aren't answering or replying. Where are you? Love Alice. Then the third. Received: 2:36AM Mike, where the fuck are you?! Mum and Dad are going to kill you. I'm really worried. Please come home. Love Alice. Then the fourth. Received 6:30AM Mike, I didn't know how to word this properly. I love you. I always have, and I probably always will. You're all I can think about right now, and it's driving me crazy. I don't care that we can't be together properly, and I don't care that Mom and Dad would be pissed. I need you Michael. I came and lay down with you for a while, just to see you. I needed to be close to you. Please, just tell me how you feel. Love Alice. --- I went dizzy. The kitchen quickly came back on balance and I looked at Alice. There was the faint trace of a blush on her cheeks, and I just wanted to grab her and kiss her right then. Instead, I replied. Alice, I love you too. I've been thinking about you so much in the last year I can't concentrate on much else. Perhaps that's why Chrissie broke up with me, but all I know is that I need you right now. I felt like such a shit telling you not to do the thing I most desired you to last night. I know this is wrong, but I don't care. Love Mike. --- Now, you might think this is childish, but it's much easier to text than find somewhere quiet that we can't be heard. Mom and Dad had never been great on privacy, so a lot of secrets wound up with them in the know. Obviously this would be a dangerous thing that would have to be dealt with appropriately. --- My mom and dad were going to my aunt Evelyn's house for a few games of cards, so me and Alice had the house to ourselves. Now, to the people out there that think we'd have been fucking like rabbits at this opportunity, you're wrong. We put a movie on and cuddled on the sofa. Love isn't about sex. Sure, it helps, but I was just as content to hold this beautiful woman in my arms and cuddle on the sofa. Around halfway through the romance, she leaned in and kissed me. Now 100% sober, I was able to appreciate the magic of this kiss. It was like an electric shock running through my body when she kissed me. (Oh, the romance was her idea by the way.) But back to the main point. The kiss was truly magical. I don't care if I just repeated myself, that's the only way to describe it. The utter bliss running through my body was untouchable. You could smoke as much pot, drink as much as you wanted and still never feel this kind of high, and this kind of relaxation at the same time. We ended up making out for several hours. This was interrupted rudely by my stomach growling at me. "Whoa, looks like someone's hungry." Alice commented. "Yeah, now you mention it. Sorry, I was quite happy feasting on you." I replied. "I'll go get the phone. I can't be bothered cooking, so are you happy with pizza?" She asked. "Sure, I'm good with that." She stood up, and I pinched her behind. She giggled as she walked into the kitchen for the menu and phone. Even in jogging trousers and a soft cotton shirt she looked amazing. I was happy I stayed in now. The film had been finished for an hour or so by this point, so I flicked the stereo on. "Led Zeppelin - Babe I'm Gonna Leave You" came on. "I can hear it callin' me back home" I sang unconsciously. "You damn well better not leave me now." Alice mentioned, walking back into the room. "Not until the fifth." I delicately reminded her that I had a life in Forks. "Yeah, I'm gonna miss you like crazy." She looked crestfallen. "Or you could just come with me." I mentioned lightly. "You have a point..." She conceded. --- The pizza arrived, and we just cuddled and talked whilst feeding each other pizza. When the pizza was gone I announced I was going to use the bathroom. I dived up the stairs, eager to get back to her and used the bathroom. I walked into my room and grabbed my smokes. I'd not had one in four hours and I thought it'd hit the spot right now. I walked back downstairs and shook it from the living room doorway. Alice looked around and saw the smokes. "I was just thinking the same thing." She agreed. --- As we stood at the door she asked "Were you actually being serious about me coming with you? I would, in a heartbeat." "Hell yes, of course I'm serious!" I answered. "You're perfect, you know that?" She said, leaning in to plant a kiss on my lips. I kissed her back, feeling the electricity again. Oh, you might be wondering why we smoke at the door? Well, neither Mom or Dad smoke, so they ask us to go outside. It was raining still, so the door would have to do. --- The next day was Christmas eve, so I decided against going out. Christmas is a time for families and all that. Plus I didn't really want to be anywhere Alice wasn't, so that put paid to going out anyway. --- We just sat around playing cards, monopoly and dominoes, having a good chat. All of our family started pouring in around 6PM, as well as a few friends like Annie McTague, Lewis and Beck. Also Kieran, another of mine and Lew's friends, and Anna, another of Beck and Alice's. So we went upstairs and had a few drinks. Lew had brought beers, I had beers and so did Kieran. The girls were on red wine, so we were all pretty merry by the time we went back downstairs. They were all playing cards, and had the music on pretty loud. Dad was listening to the same CD as I had earlier, so a fantastic solo was ripping the air. Everyone was laughing and joking, and drinking whatever alcohol was their favourite. I had snagged some mistletoe from the decorations mom and dad had put up, and I cornered Alice in the deserted kitchen. I held it above our heads and kissed her softly. "I want more than that!" She exclaimed. "You'll have to wait then." I smiled. I gave her another, longer kiss, just to satisfy her a little bit, then we went back and joined in with playing cards. Everyone gradually left until it was just me, Alice, dad and mom. They both headed up to bed around 1AM and me and Alice went up behind them. I got undressed and climbed into bed, falling asleep as soon as my head hit the pillow again. --- As Christmas morning dawned, I became aware of something warm and cuddly next to me. "Good morning Mike." Alice whispered. "Morning beautiful." I replied. She kissed me, and kept kissing me, leaving us both gasping for air. Then she rolled on top of me and carried on kissing my lips. Then she varied the technique, kissing my lips, then down my cheek to my neck. She kept on kissing my neck down towards my chest. My cock was pushing against her pussy lips as she was kissing down my body, then she shuffled down the bed, leaving the end of my cock cold from the loss of contact. I was gasping in pleasure and expectance, knowing what was about to happen. She took my rigid cock in her mouth, sucking and flicking the end with her tongue. I almost came there and then, but somehow managed to hold back, savouring the feel of my beautiful sister's lips against it. She took my cock out of her mouth and ran her tongue up the back of it, earning a pleasured shudder from me as she did. She then came back up to my head-height and kissed me. Then she leaned back, teasing my cock with her hot, wet pussy. I almost came again when she put it in, enveloping it inside her hot, wet lips. She kissed me again and started moving up and down, taking my whole 7 inches inside of her, and groaning in pleasure. She then started fucking me with wild abandon, seeming uncaring that our parents were downstairs, although they were the furthest thing away from my mind. I was rendered completely useless, taken aback by the pure pleasure of my sister's hot, wet cunt bouncing up and down on my dick. I came after around 5 minutes of this, overwhelmed by the sheer pleasure of having my sister fuck me so early in the morning, and also the danger of it. As I felt my hot, sticky jet explode inside her, she also came, slamming herself down on my cock, as if trying to take every last drop of my cum. She got it. "Merry Christmas Mike." She laughed. "Merry Christmas Alice." I replied, just as amused. --- Alice went to the shower then to clean up, so I got dressed. I wore a proper dress shirt this time, we had family coming in a few hours. My gifts to my family were in my bag, along with something I'd sneaked off to get Alice before I went to Lewis's. They were all wrapped, so I took them downstairs with me. "You look incredibly happy today son?" Dad enquired subtly. "Do I? Must be the festive spirit." I laughed. --- Christmas Day went as you'd expect. Huge meal with family and then general conversation about everything and nothing, some games, you know. Then we exchanged gifts. I had got my mom a new dress- she'd been complaining she'd ripped her good one, so I bought her an expensive one. I bought dad a new fishing rod and reel, thinking about him dropping his in the lake. I had bought Alice a new stereo for her car, because hers was broken, apparently. I also had my other gift for Alice, which I gave to her. She opened it, wide eyed and extracted the thin silver chain with the love-heart pendant. It could be an innocent gift from brother to sister, or it could be seen as much more. But when it said 'Pandora' on the box, it didn't matter. "How much did you pay for this?" She asked. "Like I'd tell you that." I joked. An Average Guy Ch. 01 "It better not have been a lot!" She replied. "It was no money I couldn't spare." I replied just as awkwardly. She would never find out how much it cost from me, because that defeats the point of a gift to me. Why shouldn't I be able to treat someone as perfect as Alice? --- Around 5o'clock cars started to turn up in our driveway. They were mostly cousins, and some friends with nowhere else to go. My mom was like that; if you told her you were staying in on your own for Christmas you got an instant invite to our Christmas. My aunt Evelyn was the first to arrive. Evelyn is a short, motherly figure, but she'd never had children. Her husband had died last year, and she had been depressed and introverted for a long time. She was clutching several bottles of wine, both white and red. I took them from her and placed one of each in the fridge, leaving the others on the wine rack. Everyone else who came brought some form of alcohol or food, so we were never short. It makes me laugh because my Mom still insists on cooking way too much to go around, so we ended up eating the food until the end of January. But, I suppose that's one of the things that mom's do. --- I spent the next week with my mom, dad and Alice. We went walking, to the movies, anywhere we could find open really. And by the end of each day, Alice and I were way to tired to do anything. All too soon it was time for me to go back to Forks. Unfortunately, whilst I wasn't back at work, I really needed to balance my books. I was going to do it here, but I left the damn things at my apartment. So I re-booked my tickets for the 3rd and packed my bags. "You have to go so soon?" Alice asked me as I was packing. "I'm sorry honey, but if I don't do my books now, I never will." I replied, none too happy about it myself. "I suppose it's for the best anyway. We would have grown more attached, and it would have been harder to let go. I'm kidding myself to believe this could have lasted forever. I mean, we're brother and sister. We could never be together, because we couldn't get married, or have kids. And someone would probably figure it out." She left quickly, and I thought I heard a stifled sob. I was at a loss to understand what had brought that on, but oh god did it hurt. It felt like Alice had just shoved a knife into my gut and twisted. I actually couldn't breathe for what seemed like a lifetime. I had just lost my sister, and the love of my life in one cruel slash. I finished my bags and just fell asleep. I couldn't bear to try and face her. --- It was the morning of my departure, and my mom and dad took me to the airport. Alice had flatly refused to come with them, or even speak to me. It hurt, fuck did it hurt. After the usual teary goodbye from my mom and manly handshake from dad, I quickly found the gate and boarded, turning my cell off as I did so. The flight was once again, uneventful. Also, the weather was fantastic, bright sun, no clouds. It was almost as if the sky was taunting me, saying "See, I can be happy." --- After I paid the cabbie, I entered my apartment. True to her word, Chrissie had left her keys on the kitchen counter, and the place was 100% intact. I knew Chrissie wasn't the type of woman to destroy something from spite, but her mom and dad I was unsure about. I pulled the tab on a Budweiser and sat down, taking a deep drink from the tin. Alice. Another drink. Alice. Another drink. I continued in this fashion for around an hour, motoring through 8 beers before I even noticed. I was feeling pretty drunk now, so I figured I'd go catch some sleep or something. Tomorrow would be my day for the books, I decided. I curled up in bed and dreamed of Alice. --- I was like a mechanism of necessity the next day. I just did what I had to, nothing more, nothing less. I went to the store and bought some milk, coffee was a great idea, I decided. I ordered a take-out pizza for dinner and relaxed in front of a re-run of The Matrix. Now the books were balanced, I had nothing to worry about until tomorrow, when I had a small job in Forks itself. An easy day, to be honest. I fell asleep on the sofa, and awoke around 8 the following day. Since I didn't have to work until lunch, I fixed myself some breakfast and turned my stereo on. I hit the CD button and tapped my foot in time to the music; Atreyu. "Are you afraid of who you are?" The music taunted me. It probably sounds real lame, but everything I'd seen in the last few days seemed to be mocking my feeling for Alice, or more accurately my failure to act upon them, try to persuade her to come with me. I left for work earlier, tired of sitting on my own in the empty apartment. --- Almost a month of being an empty shell passed, before I snapped out of it. --- It started with a knock on the door. I was at a loss to who it would be, I didn't have many friends 'round here, and they'd all be working at ten in the morning. I was on another slow day today, for some reason. I answered the door, and the most beautiful sight I'd ever seen greeted me. It was Alice. No makeup, hair a mess and wearing black combats and a black shirt. But it was Alice! My stomach felt like it was doing backflips, and my mind was racing. I didn't know what to do though. After our last conversation, I was scared she'd come to twist the knife even more. "Mike. I'm sorry to just show up like this." Alice spoke first. "What's up Ali?" I asked nervously. "Everything. I can't eat properly, can't sleep properly, fuck, I can't even function during the day. I need you. So much. I love you Mike." I was shocked that she'd just come out with it like this. I mean, this isn't the kind of subject people are overly-honest about. But I couldn't get over the sense of victory, even seeing my sister in her distraught state, with her biting her lower lip nervously. It was my doorstep she was stood on, announcing her love to me. I shouldn't have felt like I'd won anything, but I had. I had my sister's love, and to me that was the ultimate victory. I let her in my apartment, and made her sit down. "Right, why did you come here? Aren't you supposed to be working? And why did you basically tell me you couldn't love me in more ways that a brother?" I asked once we were sat down. "Okay. Erm, I came here because I didn't know what else to do. I had to see you and tell you how I felt. I am supposed to be working, but I took a week off because like I said, I had to see you. And I said that because I was so scared you'd find someone else up here, without remembering your feelings for me. I was scared you'd cut off the relationship we had, so I had to do it first." She replied, looking and sounding more relieved as she said more. I was incredibly happy at this revelation. Terrified as well, because she pretty much felt what I felt, and I had no idea. I was kicking myself for not just picking up the phone. I was also terrified at how we were going to tell our parents. Then she kissed me, and I forgot about my worries, and felt the electric jolt. How I'd missed it. --- Note: This story could be construed as complete, or not. However, I will be writing a part 2 at some point (time permitting) detailing what happens next. I don't know when part 2 will be complete, so bear with me - Real life intervenes. An Average Guy Ch. 02 Thanks to everyone who read part one and liked it, and if you haven't read it you might want to now. This story will kind of make sense without Ch.1 but it is advisable to read it. Thanks for sticking with me during the wait. --- I grabbed a soda from the fridge and pulled the tab. I'd have preferred a beer, but since I was going home, I had none in. It was Christmas again, so I had time off. There was a light snow falling, but nothing serious enough to delay an airplane. "You packed?" A silky voice washed over me. I turned around to see a gorgeous blond in nothing but panties and one of my baggy shirts. "Luckily, yes, because our flights in two hours and you're just up." I replied. I wasn't irritated in the slightest, but I was slightly worried. I knew how long Alice could spend in the morning, just on doing her makeup. "Yeah, well, you wore me out last night." She smiled. "You're so cheesy." I replied. But I didn't care. She was beautiful, and I spent most of my time admiring, even when she came out with very cheesy lines. She simply shrugged and left the room. I'm not made of stone, and I had a throbbing erection just from seeing Alice, and on any other day I would have followed her. However, today I decided that we didn't have the time. To my surprise, she appeared ten minutes later, dressed in a simple pair of jeans and a pink blouse. But still she looked amazing. That's the thing with Alice, she could wear a $4000 dress or a $20 pair of jeans and still look amazing. Luckily for my bank balance, she preferred the jeans. But even looking at her couldn't take away all of the anxiety today. I was worried because we'd have to tell our parents about our relationship. And that isn't all. Alice is my sister. And she's also two months pregnant with my child. --- The flight was delayed an hour because there was a problem with the plane or something. I took this as an omen that things were not likely to go well. Unfortunately, I didn't have a choice. It's not like we could both vanish somewhere together, it would kill our folks. And I suppose they had been enthusing over grand kids for a while. I didn't think, somehow, that this was what they had in mind. You see, Alice and I had always had a special bond whilst we were growing up. It was never sexual until last Christmas. Nothing more that brotherly- love before, but after, there was every kind of love. And now she was pregnant. I was aware of the inherent dangers of this pregnancy, but I was prepared to take the risk. I couldn't deny the woman I loved the chance at being a mother. I had been against children between us for a while, but I relented eventually. My sister had always, secretly, been a mothering type of person. --- We eventually landed in San Francisco and took a cab home. My mom had called me when we were still in Forks, telling me that her and dad couldn't pick us up from the airport. Something about commitments or something. --- We decided to go grab something to eat while we were waiting, so we made pasta. It would save mom cooking, and Alice makes a mean pasta sauce. As soon as she suggested it, it was decided. So that killed an hour or so, as we relaxed in the comfort of being home. --- When I finished my plate of pasta, I felt the craving for a cigarette. I got up from the couch and deposited my bowl on the side. My mom had told me as soon as she found out my smoking habit that I had to go outside for a smoke. So I went and stood in the driveway, and smoked my Marlboro Red. I had just stubbed it out when my Mom and Dad pulled up next to me in Dad's truck. My Mom hit the ground running and pulled me into a massive bear hug. "My baby!" She shrieked, clutching me tightly. "Hey Mom, you're looking well." I smiled tightly. I knew she wouldn't be quite so happy when she found out about my sister being pregnant. My Mom let go, looked me up and down and bounced into the house to see Alice. I followed, with my Dad at my heels. "Next time, don't leave it so long." He murmured softly. "Yeah, I'm real sorry about that." I replied, just as softly. He said nothing more and lead the way into the lounge. --- Christmas passed in a whirlwind of last-minute shopping and kissing at opportune moments for me and Alice. I had intended to take her to dinner, or the movies, but in all honesty our Mom and Dad wouldn't leave us alone. I would have found this a little odd, had I been paying attention. All was explained when we were all winding down at around quarter to midnight on Christmas Day. Everyone had left for home, and it was just us sat in the lounge. "So." Bob rumbled. I looked at him whilst nursing a beer. I took a drink from the bottle and waited. Dad started all his lectures with "so". He looked accusingly at Alice. "No alcohol, you're eating more, and your body is changing. Just when in hell were you going to tell us?" He asked, his voice low, but even. I looked sharply up at him. My Mom sat nervously, wringing her hands together. Dad sat, leaning forward, his hands on his knees, gazing intently at Alice. "I... I was going to tell you. I just didn't want to tell you on Christmas. I thought it would ruin everything." Alice stuttered. "Honey, ruin everything? I... we're delighted for you sweetheart!" Mom cried. "Who's the father?" Dad asked sharply. "Dad... just leave it." I replied for Alice. "Shut the hell up!" Dad yelled. I stood up quickly. "Sit down." He spat at me. "I repeat my question, who's the father?" "It's... it's Mike." Alice answered nervously. Both of our parents were incredulous. I could hear the gears whirring in Dad's brain, and I could hear my Mom's sharp intake of breath. --- Dad was the first to react. He stood up quickly and strode to where I was sat, grabbing me by the collar and slamming me into the wall. "You sick motherfucker! She's your half fucking sister!" Dad screamed at me. He slammed his fist into my stomach, doubling me over. I retched violently. He rammed his elbow into the nape of my neck and sent me crashing to the floor. I looked up, just as a steel-toed boot hammered into my rib-cage, then into my face. I felt the bone in my nose break, and I tried to crawl away. I looked up and noticed my Mom and Alice had left the room. Despite the intense, blinding pain I was in, I managed to spit out "So, she's now my half sister? Funny, when times are good she's my full sister. Nice one Dad!" "I'm not your fucking father, no son of mine would have sex with his sister!" He screamed. Next thing I knew, he had his hands wrapped around my throat and he was picking me up. He dragged me through the kitchen and opened the kitchen door, exposing the driveway and deep blanket of snow. He threw me bodily through the door, into the snow, smacking my head on the cold metal fender of his truck. That's where I promptly passed out. --- I awoke to the morning light, and a red stain where I'd been. Glancing at my watch, I saw that it was 5:30 A.M. The motherfucker's had left me out here for 5 damn hours. I looked at my blue fingers and knew it was time to get to the emergency room. I knew I could die from blood loss, or cold. Take your pick. I knew if I didn't get there soon I was fucked. --- Fuck it, I thought, as I smashed the window to the garage. A paramedic would never get out here, so it was up to me. I can't remember getting to the Emergency Room. I had always known how to hotwire a car, since I had my first car with no real ignition, but I also knew Bob kept a spare set of keys in the garage, and it was easier not to damage the truck. Next thing I can remember was me telling a doctor how I'd been in a bar fight and passed out in the snow. I'd awoken and drove here in my truck, I told him. He told me I was damn lucky to be alive, let alone walking and talking, as he admitted me. --- I was there for four days, due to the serious nature of my injuries. Broken nose, bruised ribs and a core temperature of 86 degrees. They wrapped me up in the biggest load of blankets I'd ever seen in my life, and fed me a ton of hot fluids. --- The days passed unremarkably to be honest. My dad didn't press charges for me taking the truck, because miraculously I'd managed to not damage it in any way. --- They discharged me, and I took a cab home. I knew I wouldn't be welcome, but I knew I had to get my stuff. I was just going to fly home. Fuck trying to repair things. After what my Dad had done, I was beyond caring. My ribs were seriously hurting, and I grimaced thinking I'd just have to get over it. I wasn't sure what to do about working though. I could take some time off, or I could just carry on through the pain. I just didn't know. --- The house looked forbidding and cold when the cab rolled up outside it. I paid the driver and walked up the driveway. By a stroke of luck Dad wasn't here; I noticed his truck was absent. I tried the door handle, but it was locked. I looked for the flowerpot we had a spare key under, but they'd moved it. I looked for somewhere they'd hide a key, and I struck lucky on the first attempt; under the doormat. --- I let myself into the kitchen, hoping Alice would be in the house. I looked around, and noticed how silent the house was. Normally the T.V would at least be on, or the Radio. Not today. It was as if I was walking into an abandoned house. As I walked into the lounge, I could see the blood from my beating. I wondered why they hadn't cleaned it up. But with Alice missing, I suppose I didn't really care. I walked up the stairs one at a time, wincing at the pain in my ribs, and entered my bedroom. There was a letter on the pillow. Michael, We love you. We always have, and always will. Unfortunately, we cannot allow you to continue in your actions towards your sister. They are unacceptable, and because of this we have left for a while, until the baby is born. The baby will be put up for adoption and then everything can return to normal. Without you. I'm sorry, but I don't feel we can ever get past this. As much as it breaks my heart to say this, we don't want to see you again. Your sister is safe with us. You always were a problem child, trying to get your sister in trouble for everything. Well, no more. We are selling the house and will never return here. Do not try to find us. Your mother; Jennifer. Inside the envelope were the keys to my Pontiac and a key to the garage. --- I returned downstairs ten minutes later with all my photographs and my desktop PC. It hurt like fuck when I picked the PC up, but I wasn't leaving it here. I picked up my cell and turned it on. 0 Missed calls. 0 Messages. Nice. --- I decided to drive home, for fear of losing my car too. Although the 15 hour drive sucked ass, it gave me time to plan what came next. --- I pulled out my cell as I hit the highway. Time to call Alice. I scrolled down my contact list and found Alice. I hit the call button and held the phone to my ear. I got her answering machine. "Hey, this is Alice Fort. I can't get to the phone right now, leave a message." That was it. Next I tried calling Evelyn. Maybe she'd know where they went. "Hello?" Evelyn answered. "Hey, Evelyn, it's Mike." I told her. "Oh. What the hell do you want?" Evelyn snapped. "Excuse me?" I was shocked. "I heard what you did, you disgusting boy." Fuck. "Yeah, well that's why I'm calling. You know where Mom and Dad went?" I asked. "Goodbye Mike. Don't call this number ever again." Evelyn hung up. "Fucking bitch!" I yelled. If Evelyn was this upset, I had no hope with anyone else. I called Lewis. "Hey bro." He answered. "Hey. I'm trying to track Alice down. She's vanished." "Yeah, they took off last night. I don't know where they went, they wouldn't say." "Bastards!" I shouted. "Sorry bro. Listen, I gotta go. I'm in work at the moment. Call me back later tonight, yeah?" "Sure. Bye Lew." I ended the call and put my foot down. The speedometer hit 90 and I kept it level. I just hoped I wouldn't meet a state trooper out here. --- I got to Forks around 3AM the next morning. I had driven all night, and to say I was tired is an understatement. I parked the car and collapsed into bed. --- I threw myself back into my work, and pretty soon I had more than I could handle. I was having to hire guys from other people, and it was costing me a fortune. So I branched out and offered two of these guys jobs with me, for more pay. They accepted and I was technically a company, rather than a man with a truck. M Fort; maintenance contractors. Simple and to the point. --- In three more months I had 5 more guys working for me, and I had earned a serious amount of money. So I decided to move into a townhouse on the outskirts of town. The one I bought had a two car garage and was a simple two floor house. The kind I had envisioned Alice and I, plus maybe more, living in. I was set up there and I decided to go shopping for some furniture. I went on my latest acquisition; a green Kawasaki Ninja ZX-14. I had bought it with good reason. It was insane. I was still struggling to get Alice off my mind. It was getting easier, but it wasn't easy at all. --- Two years had now passed, and I couldn't understand why she hadn't tried to find me. I was at a total loss to understand it. I couldn't find her, no matter how hard I tried. --- I was feeling homesick. I hadn't seen a familiar face from my childhood in two and a half years. I decided I'd go back to California to see Lewis. I had been speaking to him almost weekly since I left last, and I decided it'd help me get rid of the stress of running my own company. I flew down to California, screw driving. The company would be safe while I was gone, so I had no worries on that front. --- I arrived and got in the first cab I saw. I hadn't told Lewis I was coming down. There was no point. He said I was welcome any time. The cab pulled up outside his house, and the first thing I noticed was the red truck parked in front of the house. I figured Lewis had upgraded. --- I knocked on the door and waited. Ten seconds later it was thrown open. "What you doing here?" Lewis asked. "Happy to see you too." I replied. "Come in." Lewis seemed on edge about something. "Kitchen, we'll just chill for a bit." As I walked over the threshold, I heard a familiar laugh echo from the lounge. And I smelled the cinnamon. Alice was here. I practically ran to the lounge. Alice was sat on a sofa, next to a guy I didn't know. I took in her dyed red hair, her perfect blue eyes, her perfect lips, her perfect figure. She looked up and saw me, and the look of shock, then horror on her face will haunt me forever. Then I noticed the wedding ring. --- Note: While this story is shorter than Chapter 1, I hope you understand why. Chapter 3 is coming soon! Thanks for reading, and as always, your comments are appreciated. An Average Guy Ch. 03 Sorry about the delay guys, a hardware malfunction fucked this one up for me. Thanks for sticking with me. As ever, your constructive comments are all appreciated. Please go back and read chapter 1 and 2 if you haven't already done so. --- I woke up to the sound of my alarm clock. Rolling over, I noticed it was 5AM. Then the usual ache hit my stomach, almost doubling me over. I'd been getting this for a long while, and I knew it was all psychological. Ever since Alice had left, I had been in a state of constant pain. It decreased to a dull ache as the day progressed, but as soon as I arrived home, it became much, much more. I groaned and pulled on a faded pair of jeans. My company had moved into construction since this time last year, and I was heading up a new project for a local swimming pool. Naturally it wouldn't be open air in Forks, so we were also handling the building around it. I'd started as a one-man band, and I now employed over 250 people. I had a small army of pencil pushers to handle paperwork, but a lot of my time was now spent in an office. I despised it, but it came with the job. I was brought back into the present by a craving for coffee. I practically lived off the stuff, so it was only natural I should need a cup now. I downed my coffee and hit the road. It wasn't too far to my office, and I wanted to be on site by around 8 O'clock. I had a mountain of forms to fill about general shit, so I figured now was as good a time as any. --- I didn't really relish the paperwork idea, so I decided to grab a coffee before I went to the office. I decided on the Forks Coffee Shop. It was the only place that served coffee strong enough to sink a battleship. I got seated at a booth, and pulled out my laptop. Whilst I had no internet, I did have a spreadsheet that wanted finishing. As I waited for the laptop to load, I glanced around. A flash of red caught my eye. I looked towards it. A decidedly unhappy redhead sat at a table, staring into her cup. It was the same color as Alice's, I noticed idly. Then I looked closer. As I looked, she pulled out a laptop computer and started tapping away. It was Alice. I grabbed my stuff and made for the door. She didn't look up. --- I reached my office building. Our employees weren't based out of here, we had a separate unit for them, which housed parts and suchlike. The office building wasn't exactly huge, but it had space for over 150 people. My company only occupied two floors of the five floor building, and we leased the other three floors to other companies. I entered my office and flipped the light switch, noting with displeasure that the stack of paper on my desk was double the size it was the day before. As if I wasn't upset enough. I let out a sigh of frustration and sat heavily in my chair. Why was she here? What did she want? Hadn't she hurt me enough? Oh well, duty calls. I turned on my PC. Turning to the stack of paper, I signed three or four of the documents. They were just general crap about vehicle maintenance or something. "You have mail." My PC announced. I turned to the brightly lit LCD and tapped in my password. It brought up six emails. Inbox: Mark Derry - Subject: Cement mixer. Michael Pall - Subject: Meeting. Ford Commercial - Subject: Your truck is due for service. United Rentals - Subject: Excavator hire. United Rentals - Subject: Generator Hire. Alice Fort - Subject: I love you. I did a double take. I clicked on the email from Mark Derry. I'm joking of course, which do you think I clicked on? Alice Fort: sent 6:13AM Mike, I'm so sorry you had to see that a few weeks ago. I didn't know you'd be calling around or anything. I thought you'd moved on to your own little way of life and had forgotten about me. I think about you all the time, but life with Jay is perfect. Let me know how you're doing. Your sister; Alice. What the fuck was she on? She honestly thought that I'd moved on? Had Lewis told her nothing? That was a very good question though. What had Lewis told her? I mean, I hadn't stuck around after I saw her. I just left and got on the next plane home. I decided to call him. "Hello?"Lewis' voice crackled down the phone. "Hey bro." I tossed back. "Listen man, I'm real sorry you had to see what you saw." Lewis immediately stated. "Yeah, whatever. Didn't you tell her I was trying my best to track her down?" I asked. "...no. I... I figured it was better that you both moved on. It ain't right man. It's like me and Beck getting together." He justified. "Well, to be honest I wouldn't have lied to her." I countered. "I'm gonna have to go. I'll call you later, okay?" Lewis tossed down the phone. "Whatever." I spat, closing the phone. Fucker. I didn't know whether to reply to the email or not, so I just left it alone and carried on with the stack of paperwork. Once I'd done that, stomach churning, I decided to reply to the email and gave her my number. I was sure I'd made about a thousand errors due to my mental state. Only three minutes later I got the phone call. "Hey." She said breathlessly. "I didn't expect you to reply, to be honest. Listen, you wanna meet for lunch or something? I need my brother at my wedding." Callous bitch. "Do you think that's appropriate? Really?" "Of course. You're my brother. You have to be happy for me." "I'm more like the ex that didn't get told he was the ex until he saw you with another guy." I said venomously. "...look, do you want to meet or not?" She asked impatiently. "I still live in Forks." I told her, seeing if she'd admit to being here. "I'm there now, dummie. Meet me at the Forks Coffee Shop. It's on South Forks Ave." Why was she here? What did she really care? I knew I'd have to find out. "I know where it is Alice." I replied. --- I headed over there, hoping to get there before she did. It was not to be. She was already sat down by the time I got there. --- I walked in and sat in opposite her in the booth. Once again I was taken aback by her beauty. She was wearing black fitted suit pants and a light blue blouse. Her long hair was still dyed red and it was shoulder length. "Where's our child?" I asked. "With Mom. I had to work." She explaned. "Name? Boy or Girl?" "Alex. Girl." She replied. "So, you're getting married, huh?" I asked. "Yup, next week." She took a sip of her coffee. "I thought you were dead. Mom and Dad said you were, and I couldn't find you again. I went back to your apartment, and there were new people there." She shrugged, taking another delicate sip of her coffee with her luscious lips. I wanted to kiss her immediately. Whilst I was still deeply in love with her, I held back. I didn't think it was right to be kissing a woman that was getting married. Well, look at me. It doesn't matter that she's my sister, but whoa; she's taken! It almost made me laugh right there and then. "How are dear old Mom and Dad?" I asked scathingly. "They're... actually, they're not doing great. They miss their son. Could you...?" She started to ask before I cut her off. "I don't really give a damn to be honest. I wasn't Bob's son when everything wasn't to his liking, so why should he be able to pick and choose?" "He feels really bad... I don't know. He was angry Mike! Angry and confused! What can you expect? He'd just found out that his son and daughter had been having a forbidden relationship! Don't be a dick Mike." Her perfect face flushed. I'd had enough. As much as I wanted to stay here with her, I couldn't when all she would do was defend out parents, the same parents that had practically disowned me. I got up quickly and said "When you're willing to talk and be reasonable, here's my number, just in case you didn't save it." I slid a piece of paper across the desk toward her. I left without another word and slid into my Firebird. I'd kept it and used it occasionally. I slid "Back in Black" home. Turning up the dial on the CD unit, I blasted out "What Do You Do For Money Honey." "Honey, what'd you do for money?" The stereo blared. I hit the gas and drove out of the parking lot, burning rubber as I did so. I was doing 70MPH before I came to the first stop light, which was mercifully green. The next one, however, had turned red by the time I reached it. Sighing, I slowed and drove home normally, if a little quickly. --- It was a good two days before I heard anything from Alice. They were like torture, again. Now I'd seen her, I knew that I had to have more of her. I was also more acutely aware that I couldn't have her. --- It was work as usual on Friday morning. Today we were putting the roof supports in place, and then laying the roof tiles if there was time. I knew the roof would be finished by Monday night, even if we had a full weekend at home. To be honest, they didn't need me there anymore, but I went because I enjoyed being there. I preferred being with the boys to being behind a desk because you can have a laugh and a joke with the people, the desk just reminded you how constrained you were. By Friday night we had laid almost half of the roof. We were almost a month ahead of schedule, which surprised me. Such a margin was a big thing. Nothing had gone wrong since the word go. Because I employed only my own people, there were no missing contractors. There were also no delays as regards to the supplies. I gave the whole crew Saturday morning off, where they would normally have been working, and told them if we got the roof finished on Monday we were all taking next week off. They were naturally impressed with this one. My cell phone vibrated in my pocket. I looked at the caller I.D and answered immediately. "Hey." I greeted. "Hey to you too." Alice breathed. "Can we meet up?" "You're still here?" I was shocked. "Yeah. Same place as last time?" She asked. "Sure." I said, hanging up the phone. --- Once again I found myself rushing to meet her. Like I said, I still loved her. --- She was, once again, already seated in the booth when I got there. She was sipping delicately on a cup, but this time it was a cappuccino. I sat across from her and reclined. I was still in my work clothes, dirty and exhausted. I ordered a coffee from the matronly waitress and looked at Alice. She actually looked tired. It was shocking to me. Through all the time I'd known Alice, she'd always been exhilarated with life. It was like all of the fight had gone out of her. "You look tired. Are you okay?" I asked, concerned. "I am tired. I haven't been getting much sleep." She confessed. "Howcome? Surely your nerves aren't becoming that much." I laughed. I took a deep drink of my coffee, and she took a sip of hers. "No, it's not that. It's... Look, I want you to be at my wedding. You're my brother." She rushed through it. "Sure, that's fine." I responded. "Really? Just like that?" She asked, shocked. "Just like that." She didn't know how to react. "Well... wow. I was expecting you to fight against it." Relief won out. "But there is one condition." I warned her. "Yes?" She was nervous again. "I get to take my dear sister to dinner." I grinned. "Of course, I'd expect nothing less." She laughed. I drank the last of my coffee, and stood up. "Come see me this afternoon. Here's my address. Oh, and when are we going back to Cali? I know a good restaurant." "Tomorrow." She confessed. "Deal. Like I said, come see me." I slid the note with my address over the desk. --- I hit the road and got back to the site. They were just laying the last two rows of tiles, so I told them we start again next Monday. There were no rewards for finishing early, so I didn't really care. I was taking her to dinner because I had accepted I couldn't have her. So I'd decided to let this other guy make her happy. --- I went home and grabbed a shower. Once I was clean, I shaved off the three day stubble I had accumulated. I then dressed in casual slacks and a sleeveless tank top. Alice called round about half five. I had packed my bag, and I invited her to stay with me for the night. To my surprise she readily agreed. She had left her bags in the motel, so she asked if we could go pick them up. I put her in my Firebird and drove it like I used to. --- We arrived at the motel and put her bags in the car. We cruised back home, just talking about everything and nothing. I didn't want to know how everyone was doing; as far as I was concerned they could all go to hell. Since I was taking her to dinner when we got to California, I decided against taking her out. There was some random chick flick on cable, so Alice wanted to watch that. I uncorked a bottle of red wine and poured two glasses. I gave her one and we relaxed on the sofa. Alice had changed into her PJ's. Well, I say PJ's. They were really just a pair of track pants and a tank top, but she slept in them. She occupied one end of the sofa, me the other. It was close, but not too close. It just reminded me of how I couldn't have her. She amazed me at just how beautiful she could look, even when she was just casually wearing a pair of track pants. I tried to focus on the movie. --- When we'd emptied two bottles of wine or so, I felt a hell of a lot more relaxed. I was actually starting to enjoy the movie, which was a first for me. Alice had shuffled over to me, and was now snuggled up against the right side of my body. She felt good, but I wasn't about to take any chances with her. I still remembered just how cut up I'd been before. Hell, it still hurt now. --- I awoke and looked at the clock on the fireplace. With a shock, I noted it was almost 10AM. We'd managed to fall asleep even with the TV on in the background, and slept through the night. I gently shook Alice awake, and she blinked in the light. "Hnnnphhhhhhhh." She groaned, stretching. "Could it be that you've lost your passion for the morning?" I joked. "Me? Never." She replied, grinning. And just to prove it, she jumped up and bounced into the kitchen. I laughed and followed. By the time I got there she was already making coffee, so I made myself useful by going away. I went upstairs and shaved my head, then my stubble. Then I dived quickly into the shower and then went into my bedroom. I had decided long ago that my gelled hair was not the way forward in a dirty job, and I had then proceeded to shave it down to my scalp. It actually suited me now I'd put on a serious amount of muscle. I dressed in a black dress shirt and black pants. Next to come were the Armani shoes, and watch. A dab of after shave, and I was set. I walked down the stairs and into the kitchen, snagging the still hot mug of coffee from the side, and drinking deeply. Alice looked up at me, and almost did a double take. "You know, I didn't think it was possible for you to look any better than you did years ago, yet you continue to surprise me." She remarked. "I can scrub up well, I just have no reason to." "Are you saying you have a reason to now?" She asked, with a small smile on her face. "Of course, it wouldn't do for someone of your looks to be walking around with a shabbily dressed man." She laughed and mentioned something about the shower. My eyes followed her perfect rear end as they walked from the kitchen. --- She came down around an hour later, perfectly made up, and hair curled. She was wearing black striped suit pants and a red blouse. "We maybe, kind of, need to go." She avoided my eyes. "What's up?" I asked. "Well, Mom and Dad found out that you were coming and hit the roof. They told me I wasn't allowed to bring you, so we need to get on the plane now." "Why does that matter?" I asked. "I don't know, I'd just feel better if we were going." I grabbed our bags and threw them into my truck. I knew a lot was about to be confronted, and perhaps changed even more drastically than before. It could be irrevocable. But I was ready. --- Once again, I'm sorry for the wait, thank you very much. I know this story is taking a long time to develop, but I can guarantee chapter 4 will be worth it. In case you want to know why this Chapter took the absolute piss to get out, my computer committed suicide, and I lost all my files. Unfortunately, my priorities were to recover/ recreate the necessary files before even thinking about pleasure. Thank you. As ever, your comments are appreciated. Also, thankyou to everyone who sent me feedback. You know who you are. T. An Average Guy Ch. 04 You know the score with real life etc. Just want to say thanks for sticking with me. It goes without saying that you'll need to read all of the previous chapters. --- I was doing 90 on the freeway. I had no choice, every time the speedometer dipped below that, Alice would yell at me for going too slow. I couldn't help but laugh that my sister, who had once been so terrified of my driving that she would barely get into a car with me, could be egging me on to go faster. Then again, I had calmed down with my driving due to the fact that I needed my licence for work. Unfortunately, Alice wouldn't let me make work one of my priorities. I didn't want to push her. I'm afraid of no man, not even Bob, but hell hath no fury... That pushed me into anger, as I thought about what I would do to him. Wedding day or no wedding day, I'd get him back. Not that I really owed my sister anything, we were both the reason we were in this mess, but I didn't see her getting beat up and thrown into the snow. I didn't see her – our – family turning their backs on her. I wondered about the whitewash Bob had poured over the situation. Alice was raped? His oh so perfect daughter was taken advantage of by her no good brother? Fortunately for me, the turn for the Airport loomed. I signalled and rolled to a stop at the bottom of the off-ramp. I signalled again and pulled out, landing us neatly in the airport. I pulled into the long-term car parking, and paid the attendant. Then we walked towards the terminal. --- Now, I need to sort a few things out. I know I'm coming across as obsessive, and I know that I shouldn't be doing this for Alice. I shouldn't be playing happy families, I shouldn't be rolling over and acting like nothing's happened. It has, and I'll never forget. My sister could have my blessing then she could go to hell. I wasn't playing her games, and I sure as hell wasn't sticking around. Bob and Mom had made their decision clear. Though they 'missed me', I was sure I wasn't going to have a warm reception. I didn't care. If he tried anything, I'd show him what happens in a fair fight. I knew that my whole family had decided I was the reason this had happened. I wondered if Alice's fiancée knew who the father was. And why wasn't the baby adopted? I had all these questions bouncing around my head, and I knew they needed to be answered. --- The plane landed on time, and we disembarked quickly. I walked to the rental desk after we claimed our baggage, and signed for the usual beige-mobile. I hoped I wouldn't be here long enough to scream in frustration at it. I slid in behind the wheel and adjusted the seat for my bulky frame. Alice took the passenger seat. She spent the whole journey bitching and moaning about how she hated being in San Francisco, blah, blah, fucking blah. You know the feeling of nervousness which builds in the pit of your stomach, until you feel that you may actually vomit from it? That was the only thing I can recall from the blur that was the drive to my hotel. Alice had offered to let me stay at her house, but I liked the freedom of my own place. Added to that the fact that I didn't particularly want to be in her company all that long, a hotel was definitely the way to go. I simply dropped her off at her house and left. I was at the end of my patience with her bitching and moaning about everything. I hadn't noticed before, but it was a gaping character flaw. I reached into my pocket for a smoke, and lit it, inhaling deeply. I wasn't sure if I should have been smoking in the rental, but like I cared. I just rolled the window and hoped it wouldn't smell when I handed it back. Anyway, I was nervous because I wasn't sure how I was going to play this. I hadn't been given adequate time to prepare for my 'wedding present', and as such I didn't know how it was going to work. --- I relaxed, feeling absolutely stuffed. The beer and food were taking their toll, making me want to fall asleep there and then. There was nothing like a hamburger and chips which was the size of a semi-truck. Well, not quite, but you get the picture. I loved JJ's, but JJ's was a place I hadn't been since I moved out of my parent's. It brought back memories of my childhood, when Bob used to bring me and Alice here and then later when I used to come here with friends. I'd been in San Francisco for two days now. I hadn't seen Alice since I dropped her at home. I didn't care. She'd tried calling a few times, but I wasn't interested. I was mainly interested in running errands, ahead of my wedding surprise. First things first, I decided to go see Lewis. He was a good guy, and I wanted to patch things up after everything. I could understand his reaction I suppose; if I'd been in his place I'd probably have reacted to it in the same way. --- I rolled to a stop outside his place, my eyes playing over the neat flowerbeds and mowed lawn. The place had definitely seen some else's touch since I was last here, Lewis was a slob. It was unlikely that his mom had done it since she'd had a stroke not long after I'd last seen Lewis. Maybe his sister, Becca? I wasn't sure. I turned the motor off and hopped out, breathing deeply in the fresh air. Rental cars tend to have two smells and two only: the smell of stale sweat and musty fabric or the overpowering "shit I can't breathe" type of air freshener. Mine was definitely the former. I walked briskly up the path between two bushes and rapped solidly on the freshly painted door. It was opened and I came face to face with my long-time best friend. The last time I saw him I'd cussed him out and pinned him against a wall before leaving, so I was unsure what his reaction would be. I mean, sure, we'd had fights before, usually after a few drinks and we'd laughed them off, but never after he'd found out about me and Alice. I was met with a lopsided grin. He'd put on 10 or 15 pounds, making him look healthier than ever and shaved the stubble. Hell, he actually looked cared for. "How're you doing, bud?" He greeted casually. "I was scraping the bottom of the barrel for company." I joked. He laughed and stepped back, gesturing for me to enter. I stepped past him, and strolled down the corridor into the kitchen. "You got coffee?" I asked him. "Sure, 'bout to make some bacon too if you're interested?" He replied. "When there's bacon involved I'm always interested." I laughed. --- I leaned back after eating the mountain of bacon, sausage, eggs and beans he prepared. See, that's the thing about Lewis. He has his priorities in order. Food first, talking second. "So, what're you doing back in town man?" He asked. "Alice's wedding, I guess. Mom and Bob won't be too happy I'm here but she asked." I answered. "Sure that's a good idea? I mean, I know she's your sister but Jay's a real good guy man. I'm not sure what he knows about you and Alice, but you can be damn sure he won't have a good opinion of you. You should hear the kind of bible-bashing bullshit your mom keeps coming out with. I mean damn, she won't even talk to me since..." He was cut off by the sound of the door closing, and heavy footsteps coming towards the kitchen. I tensed slightly. I wasn't sure what I'd be met by. As it turned out it was a guy around my age, short black hair and a few bags of groceries. Expensive looking jeans and watch, but aside from that he was genuinely unremarkable. The kind of guy you see as an extra in a film set. Don't remember what the extras look like? You see my point. "Mike, this is Joe." Lewis said nervously, "... my partner." "No shit." I laughed. "Nice to meet you man." I shook his hand. "I take it you're the guy he keeps talkin' 'bout that's some big deal up north?" He asked. "That's probably me." I replied. "Well, it's good ta meet ya man. Why don't you guys go sit on the sofa and chat while I put these things away and clean your dishes up? As I understand it ya have a lot ta talk about." He smiled warmly. Lewis got up. "Come on man." He said and gave Joe a quick kiss. We went through to the sitting room and sat on a comfy leather couch. "When did you guys get together? And more importantly when did you decide you were gay?" I asked incredulously. This guy had more pussy than I did in high school. "I don't think I am, as such. I'm still attracted to girls, but nowhere near like I am with Joe. I finally get how you felt about her. Anyway, I've been with Joe around 8 months now, something like that. I met him not long after you were last here." He smiled. "You should have seen Becca's face when she first met him and realised he was into all that shopping shit. You know me, man. I'm just some mechanic with oil under my fingernails, so like I give a fuck about looking good. I only make an effort because I know Joe likes it. Speaking of Becca, have you seen her since you got back? She wants to talk to you." "Bec? Why?" I asked, curiously. "That's no business of mine, I'm just the messenger. Tell you the truth, she wouldn't tell me. Must be good though, she was insistent as hell that I get you to go see her. She's sure that you'd turn up for Alice's wedding, so you know how it goes. She was away in college when you left, and she was pretty cut up I think. She was always into you." He shrugged. "She probably wants another pop." "Yeah, because getting murdered by you was on my list of things to do." I replied. "Why would I do anything? She's a big girl and it's not like you're an asshole. Anyway man, I'm sorry to kick you out but I have things to do." He eyed the kitchen door. "I get it bro, I'll come by sometime later this week." I patted him on the shoulder and left. --- After another torturous ride in that piece of shit Toyota, I pulled up in front of Bec's apartment. I figured I'd get through my obligations as I came to them. It was a relatively new block, and remarkably clean. Way I figured it was that Bec would find the nearest, cheapest place to hang her hat and that'd be it. Apparently not. I lit another smoke as I sat in the car, waiting until the nicotine hit me, calming my nerves. Truth be told, I'd always known Bec had liked me, but I guess I'd ignored it because of Lewis. Now that I knew I was in the clear I was debating going up there, giving her a stiff one, and getting the fuck out of there. I decided against it, given it was my best friend's sister after all. Also, given that she'd been a little nerd last time I'd seen her, more interested in Facebook and gaming than reality I figured she'd be spotty as hell with no people skills. Not what I wanted from a lay, in honest terms. I wired my iPhone into the car's sound system and selected an album. I figured if I was spending any time back home I should at least have good music to relax to. I scrolled the screen, flipping past Architects and Gojira, and finally settled on Pendulum. Some Drum and Bass was what I needed right now, to pump me up and get me in the mood to face Bec. I knew that she knew about me and Alice, and in all honesty I wasn't sure how she'd react. As Watercolour finished, I figured it'd be a good time to go up to her apartment. In all honesty I was slightly worried about the reception I'd get. Admittedly, she'd asked to see me, but it's not like she owed me anything. And I figured that most people with siblings would feel like I was a pervert for what I'd done. At this moment I felt like a pervert. --- I knew that was irrational, of course, but given I hadn't seen her since we came back to Cali, it wasn't an insane stretch to believe she'd brought me back here to torture me some more. To see my daughter cared for by another man... I wrenched myself out of my thoughts and rang the buzzer for number 13. Lewis had tossed the number to me before I left, figuring that I might not be here for long and assuming I'd deal with what I could before I went off to my lonely life back in Forks. In all honesty, at that moment that was all I wanted to do. I mean, what the hell was I doing here? Giving blessing to a girl that couldn't give one fuck what I cared about her, and only gave a shit about herself. --- "Hello?" The tinny voice resonated from the cheap speaker. "I hear you wanted to see me!" I responded confidently, knowing my deep voice was relatively recognizable. "OH MY GOD! COME UP!" She squealed. So I pushed the door and walked up the stairwell. --- The blue door was open as I hit the second floor landing, so I simply rapped twice and walked in. I immediately did a double take. I had been confronted by a drop-dead gorgeous girl, with light green eyes and dark brown hair. She almost looked fragile she was that beautiful. I didn't just look into those eyes; I fell into them and started drowning. "... holy... ahem... Bec?" I stammered. "You missed me, honey?" She replied with a mischievous grin. "I... uh... What the hell happened to you?" I asked, struggling to push the mental visions of me pushing her up against the hallway wall, lifting her skirt and shoving my dick so deep inside her she'd choke on it. She giggled and didn't reply, instead spinning on the spot and walking into the sitting room. My eyes, and erection, followed that fantastic ass in the light blue skirt. It was like a magnetic pull. I was powerless to resist walking after her, just to keep that wonderfully shaped and perky ass in front of me. I'm one of those guys that has a thing for tall women, and at 6 feet she fit the bill perfectly. I managed to pull my thoughts together long enough to sit on the sofa. She immediately passed me a beer, which I drank gratefully. "So, I hear you're back in town to give your blessing to a skank?" She said venomously. "I guess I am, yeah... I don't think... I think it's a way to twist the knife to be honest." I replied, hoping the strain hadn't reached my eyes. "I see. Well, if you'd like a plus one I've just bought a new outfit." She smiled. "I had a feeling you'd want someone that didn't want to blame you for everything." I was hoping that she would blame me for something, and hopefully her punishment to me would involve us both being naked. I pushed the thoughts down and forced myself to answer her question. She'd noticed the bulge in my pants though. I could see her eyes raking the tent in my jeans, and then flicking back up to my face. "Happy to see me Mike?" She winked. "In all honesty, yeah. I can't think when the last time I saw you was, but you've changed. A lot..." I tried, and failed, to prevent my eyes from taking in her perfect breasts, with slightly erect nipples and then roving down to take in her tanned, shapely legs that were crossed, with the skirt ending around 5 inches below her pussy. She shifted slightly and I caught a glimpse of black lace. She whistled to me. "Mike, my eyes are up here. You have to buy me a drink to get to that." She laughed, taking the sting out of the first sentence. "How about dinner?" I asked, hopeful. "How about you bend me over this coffee table and fuck the shit out of me?" She replied, with a grin. With that she uncrossed her long legs and stood up. She crossed the floor with one movement and straddled me, lowering her soft, moist lips to mine and lowering her crotch and mashing it against my painfully erect cock. I was momentarily dumbstruck, but when her lips hit mine I responded in earnest, feeling her thrust her tongue into my mouth. She groaned softly, and rubbed her pussy against my swollen cock, restrained in my jeans. I picked her up and spun her so she was led on the couch underneath me, with me in between her legs. She grabbed my belt and deftly unlatched it, heading immediately for the buttons underneath. In one fluid movement she had my jeans around my knees, and she delicately stroked my balls with her left hand, whilst moving her right hand up and down my shaft. I reached for her pussy and roughly pulled her panties aside, feeling how wet she was already. With that I inserted my middle finger into her dripping, tight pussy, and I toyed with her clit with the ball of my thumb, making her tense up. I pulled away from her and pulled her to her feet, guiding her to the coffee table, bending her over and pulling those panties down to her ankles. She quickly stepped out of them, turning her head so I could kiss her more. She moved slightly backwards so the head of my cock was lined up with her deliciously hot, wet pussy, and I pushed, bottoming out in the first stroke. She whimpered and started using her right hand to toy with her clit. I pulled back, and then thrust in again, roughly slamming into her. I felt her pussy walls tightening then with a scream she squirted her pussy juice everywhere. I continued fucking her in earnest, but every time I felt her tightening I'd slap her hand away and stop fucking her until she couldn't stand it anymore. She pulled herself away from me, turning quickly and roughly forcing her tongue into my mouth. She pushed me into a sitting position on the sofa and straddled me again, allowing my dick to slide into her. She starting fucking me quickly and within seconds I was ready to cum. I felt her walls tightening, and heard her whimper, and she came, squirting her nectar all over me. That was enough to send me over my own cliff and I came, spraying her insides with my hot cum. We sat for a few seconds, then she kissed me passionately. "Fuck, I've wanted that for almost ten years." She practically whispered. "I was always here." I replied. "Not like you are now. Today, now, I'm the only girl in the world to you. I can see it in your eyes. That's what made me decide today. Added to that that you're now in my house, I can do whatever the fuck I want." She slowly lifted herself off me. "Now, about this dinner..." I laughed. Sure, my sister's wedding was in two days, but at that moment I couldn't have given less of a fuck. The only thing in the world was this absolutely stunning brunette that I'd somehow ignored for the last 10 years. If only I'd known what was coming. --- That's it for Chapter 4 guys. Chapter 5 is in progress. Thanks for reading, and any feedback/ suggestions/ plot developments are greatly appreciated. t. An Average Guy Ch. 05 I know it's been well over a year since the last chapter. I can only apologise for that. Hopefully, this will end the series properly for you all. It's been a journey, has it not? t. --- I stared at the pathetic figure in front of me as he spat blood onto the ground. "Mike, please..." He begged. "See, it isn't funny when you're the one bleeding, is it?" "Mike, haven't you done enough to me?" My sister screamed at me. I looked at her in her white dress. "You're right. Have a nice evening." With that, I span on the spot, took Becca's hand and walked into the night. --- Two days previously: I awoke to the smell of coffee brewing. There's something about a cup of coffee in the morning which should be integrated into the constitution. It's impossible to function otherwise. I rolled out of Becca's king sized bed and padded into the kitchen, wearing only my boxers. She was humming softly whilst looking at something on her laptop. "Morning honey!" She positively beamed. "Morning." I muttered, pouring myself a cup of coffee and taking a sip. It was scalding hot and black, just the way I like it. "How are you feeling?" She grinned. "Hope I didn't wear you out too much last night." "Not nearly enough." I winked at her as she leaned back in her chair, pushing her ample chest out. She caught me looking and asked "See something you like?" I just laughed. It dawned on me then just what I'd been missing by sequestering myself away up in Forks. I'd missed the chance to have a woman in my bed; I'd missed the chance to have all the little laughs, touches, kisses. I'd missed the chance to have a life outside of work. I'd missed the chance to love and be loved. Being on your own stops you from being hurt, but it doesn't stop you from hurting. --- I have to admit that I was torn. One part of me just wanted to find a love nest with Becca and forget everything else. The other part of me wanted to slap my sister and beat Bob half to death. I had some serious thinking to do. --- Becca and I spent the next two days making up for lost time. I quickly figured out that she was an absolute demon in bed, and loved to be fucked in every hole she had. I was feeling no pain from helping her out with that one. --- I hadn't seen my sister in days, and I'd turned my cell off. I didn't need to hear the shit she wanted to spout. I knew that she'd be moaning about this or that, her wedding dress wasn't right, her husband was being useless yada yada yada. No thanks. I just stuck well out of the way. Eventually the morning of the wedding dawned. I had on my best suit and shoes, and I was taking Becca as my guest. She walked out of the bedroom wearing the best dress I've ever seen. It hugged her figure perfectly, accentuating her perfect C-cup breasts and gorgeous flowing hips. I got hard the instant I looked at her. She flashed her beautiful green eyes at me and then took one look at my hard cock. In that instance she was on me. "Fuck it, we've got an hour." She moaned breathlessly, undoing my belt buckle. I quickly responded in kind, reaching up her dress and pulling her black lace panties down. She spun around and engulfed my rock hard cock in between her lips and gripped it, sliding her hand slowly up and down my shaft. With her other hand she was playing with her clit, her hand a blur. I could hear her whimpering softly and knew she was getting close as I felt the pressure building up in my balls. She suddenly let go of my cock and spun around, bending over the sofa. "Put that fucking thing in me now, I need to feel it." She practically begged me. I rubbed my dick up and down her dripping slit, before sliding in home in one stroke. She let out a huge sigh and held me there. "Fuck, that feels so good." She gasped. She started making little circular motions with her hips and I closed my eyes, enjoying the sensation of her hot, wet pussy walls caressing my cock. I moved back slightly, and then pushed back into her, eliciting a soft moan into the cushions. I started fucking her with earnest, slamming my cock into her sopping cunt. She was rising in volume, almost screaming into the cushions, as she let go and squirted all over the couch as I pumped her full of my cum. She moaned softly and trembled. "Fuck, I think we both needed that." She laughed. She pulled her panties back on as I re-did my belt buckle and we headed out the door to my shitty rental. It was time to see my darling sister. --- Truth be told I hadn't decided what I was going to do yet. Like I said, I wanted to burn the bitch but I had to think about the repercussions of doing so. She had a young child to take care of and it wasn't her -- our -- daughter's fault. I honestly had difficulty thinking of her as my daughter. It wasn't anything malicious; I had just never known the child. That said any feelings of revenge I may have had about Alice were entirely separate from those of Bob's. I still wanted to beat that bastard half to death. --- I think Becca could tell I was uneasy as she put her hand on my leg and whispered softly "You do know all your family will be there, right?" "Yeah, I know. It's gonna be a little weird seeing them all again if I'm honest. I still have no idea what they know or what people have told them. It's an odd situation to not know what your own family thinks of you. Then again if it was anything positive I'm sure they would have come looking." She didn't reply to that and just squeezed my leg as we drew inexorably closer to that final confrontation. --- When we walked through the doors of the church it was like I'd punched someone's mother. Silence descended as everyone looked at me, shocked. I could see Bob's face quickly growing purple and I couldn't resist a dig. "Bob, you wanna watch your temper. It'll kill you all that pent up emotion." I said with the most saccharin smile on my face possible. "Fuck you!" He spat. I just laughed and moved past him. --- The service actually went down with minimal fuss. You know how weddings go; I was bored shitless. I hate weddings, always have. I don't feel that standing in front of an altar and pronouncing my love for somebody makes it any more valid than if I don't. I'm not a religious man though, and I never have been. I can understand that it means a lot to some people, but it's really not my thing. --- We went on to the after party (I think they call it a reception or something? I don't know) and no-one had said much of anything to me yet. I knew it wasn't going to last so I went to the bar and bought (yeah, free bar for everybody except me as it turned out) a beer, and bought Becca her drink. She was drinking some fruity concoction that I can't even pronounce, let alone make. I spotted my mom striding across the room with fire in her eyes. Here we fucking go, I thought. "Just what the fuck are you doing here?" She spat, voice dripping with venom. "My sister asked me to be here, thank you!" I replied, hotly. I couldn't believe my own mother had so much hate for me, but I could see it burning in her eyes. Becca slapped her across the face. I nearly fell over from shock. "Listen here, you fucking bitch! I don't care if you're his fucking mother; if you ever speak to him like that again I will kick you up and down this fucking room!" She screamed at my mother. "Mike is one of the best guys I know, and I know a lot of fucking guys! He has such a kind fucking heart and you keep jumping on it and making him feel like shit! He's been gone for years and you don't give a flying fuck that your only biological child feels like he has no fucking mother! Fuck you!" My mother ended up on the floor from the slap, holding her now reddening cheek. I took a glance at Becca and I swore then that I'd never cross her. The look in her eyes was enough to turn most mean into stone. I saw nothing but pure hatred and anger in her eyes. Then she turned to look at me and I knew, from that second, that I was hooked. Love, and only love, shone back from those eyes. She kissed me deeply. "You need to stop beating yourself up for these pricks, they really aren't worth it." She kissed me again, running her hand through my hair. --- That's about the moment when I felt a blinding pain in my kidneys. Bob had come up behind me and punched me as hard as he could. It was all I could do to not go to my knees as Becca looked on in shock. Fuck that, not in front of her. I span round and headbutted him. I felt, more than saw, his nose shatter. I heard the deafening crack as his nose was driven backwards. At the same time my fist was driving upward into his lips. I felt his jawbone give way and he fell to the floor. I stared at the pathetic figure in front of me as he spat blood onto the ground. "Mike, please..." He begged. "See, it isn't funny when you're the one bleeding, is it?" "Mike, haven't you done enough to me?" My sister screamed at me. I looked at her in her white dress. "You're right. Have a nice evening." With that, I span on the spot, took Becca's hand and walked into the night. --- Epilogue Alex, Claire and Liam ran screaming into the room. "Daddy! It's Christmas!" they screamed as I woke up. I smiled and dove after my kids. "Let's see what Santa brought!" I yelled after them. After the kids were done demolishing the wrapping paper we sat down to eat. As I held a glass of wine I felt content. Nothing else, just content. That feeling you get when you wouldn't change anything for the whole damn world. I looked at my gorgeous wife, and our three kids. Nothing on earth could make me be anywhere else. Not today. I had to kiss her. I grabbed her silky hair and gave her more than a little tongue. She looked up at me with those crystal clear green eyes, ran a hand through her long hair and said "Mister, I hope you're not hoping for a present of your own later tonight". She winked, so I knew I'd be getting one. Yes, I married Becca. Mr. I don't believe in marriage actually got married. Once we left the church she came back to Forks with me. That was when we made love. I felt free. Free from all the bullshit my family had piled on me, free from Alice. 12 months later we were married, and welcoming Claire into the world. 18 months after that little Liam came along. Jay came to speak with me after the wedding, to hear my side of the story. She hadn't told him a thing, just told him that I'd moved away to work. Naturally my behaviour at the wedding raised a few questions and I answered them all for him. He quickly sought, and was granted, an annulment and left her. Not long after, Alex came to live with me and Becca. Apparently Alex reminded Alice too much of what she had and threw away. Becca quickly adopted Alex, and the kids love their big sister. I haven't heard from Alice since, but my mother and Bob did turn up at my door. I told them to go to hell. As I take a swig of my wine I'm reminded of the age old adage of "you don't know what you've got until it's gone". Bullshit, I know exactly what I've got, and like hell it'll ever get away from me.