28 comments/ 56894 views/ 61 favorites Death Brings Déjà Vu By: MindsMirror Notes [Last revised September 18, 2015]: Death Brings Déjà Vu "Things were -" she started, but the waitress showed up so she stopped short. "How are you two this evening?" our waitress asked. "Would you two love birds like something from the bar?" "I'll just have some tea, but I'll bet she wants a strawberry daiquiri." Beth pinched me under the table and said, "I think I will at that and I'd really like one of those shrimp cocktails." I said, "Make it two shrimp cocktails." The waitress said, "I'll get those right up for you two. Would you like to hear the specials?" "No, I think we are almost decided," I said. "But we'll let you put those in and come back." "Okay, well my name is Mandy," she said uncovering her name tag. "I'll be back in a jiff". "I guess we should table that discussion for now," I said reluctantly. "She'll be back any moment and we both know how small towns are." Beth nodded in agreement. "I think we're on the same page on that. So tell me about you. What is life like in California and how your research stuff is going." "Well, California is great. It is way over crowded for my taste, but we're from a small town, so that'd be true for almost any city. I'm pretty happy with my research progress. We just keep coming closer to finding devices to fix all kinds of maladies. We're currently testing some nanotech that will repair organs damaged by cancer." "Wow, we just keep progressing along. Do you ever wonder if any of the things you research would have saved mom?" Beth sighed. "You know the answer to that. It is probably the one thing that motivates me to do this work. Research like this is already helping patients exactly like mom. I just wish we'd had some of the drugs that came along right as she got ill. Timing..." I trailed off. "My problem is always timing." With that the waitress showed up with my tea and her daiquiri. "The shrimp cocktails will be right out." "See what I mean?" I said laughing. Beth smiled her beautiful smile at me, "Yes, timing is tough." The waitress was right back with the shrimp cocktails. "Okay, have you decided on your dinners this fine evening?" "I'm sorry," I said "It is my fault I just got talking and didn't let her look through the menu." Beth said, "Well, you know what I want, silly." "Oh, yeah. I guess I do. I just need to figure out what I want. Hmmm..." I said looking through the menu quickly. "Okay, she'll have the broiled fisherman's platter and I'll have the same." Mandy took our menus and said, "I'll have that out for you in just a bit." "Guess you finally remembered what I like," Beth intoned. She looked at me in the dimly lit alcove where we had been set. Her eyes twinkled as the candle on the table danced a bit from a draft somewhere. "I really miss seeing you and I just don't think I can talk much about the past. I have so much going on in my life right now." "Well, tell me about that," I said, not wanting to drag up any sour memories. I never really knew how she felt about what had happened. "What is filling your time these days?" "I don't really want to talk about that either," she said now looking glum. I wasn't sure what to think. She didn't want to talk about our past or her current life... What did she want? "What would you like to talk about Beth? You know I would never force you to discuss anything that might hurt you in any way. I unabashedly apologize for anything I may have done to hurt you in the past." How did it get to the point that we cannot talk, I wondered. "Bert, you know I love you and like I've said; what was done, was done out of love. You really need to stop apologizing to me. There are some embarrassing things going on in my life and I've just had enough for a lifetime." "I will not push you to discuss anything you don't want to discuss, Beth." I took a long drink from my tea. Now, I was wishing we had walked to the restaurant, so I could have had a drink too. She was oscillating from happy to sad in a matter of minutes. "What time is the thing tomorrow?" I asked, trying to move the conversation to a safe place. "They are having a viewing around 1:00 PM, then the funeral will be Sunday after church," she said with a distant look. "I don't think I want to go to the church service, Bert. I just don't have much faith in god these days." "I've been agnostic for years, Beth. I just as soon skip it as well. I probably don't know anyone at this church anyway." "Okay, then it is settled," Beth said, looking relieved. "We'll go to the viewing tomorrow afternoon and the funeral Sunday. What shall we do with the extra time?" It was looking like a long boring weekend suddenly and I wasn't sure why she looked so relieved to be out of the church service. "So what are your religious views these days, Beth? You must have known I haven't ever been one to go to church. Even when we were kids, I would do most anything to get out of it." "Yes, you could fool mom with your fake illnesses. I just never could pull that off," she smiled again. It really was a beautiful smile. "I am mostly just a little spiritual. I think there is good and bad in the universe. No big guy in the sky to punish us really... And maybe the whole thing with reincarnation is right, but I don't really know." "Funny you should mention reincarnation," I said, jumping on a chance to have a safe topic. "I've been reviewing some data from a patient that nearly passed recently. Really I guess she did pass and came back. She claimed to have seen people from a previous life. We were certain it was from the oxygen deprivation, but all of the nanotech readings were good. It had removed the tumor, and built a network for the stem cells to take root. The new brain tissue was coming along nicely. At least it looked good on the MRI and all the data being sent back by the nano. All of a sudden, she was flat-lined." "What did she see Bert? Did she give any details?" "Oh, we documented it all, but it still leaves me stumped. She gave quite a detailed chronology of some events she witnessed in the past. All of this came to her while she was dead for what was a minute tops. This is just an ordinary house wife we're talking about. She had a high school education at best. She'd volunteered for testing our therapy since she really didn't have many other choices. All of her other doctors had told her it was terminal. The things she wrote about what she saw after the incident are inexplicable. She was plainly an expert stone smith. She wrote a detailed excerpt from the period she claimed to have witnessed while dead. In it she'd been a man working his trade in the Greco-Roman era." "That is freaky. So you think it is a real phenomenon?" She asked. "Initially I chalked this up to the brain trauma. I mean, come on, the nano was rebuilding the part of her brain where the tumor had been. It could have been random firing neurons or could have been oxygen starvation during the flat-line. Really, I have no good explanation of it. What she was writing was actually Greek. Where would she have even seen it? We had to get an interpreter to verify what she'd written. The nano was built in our research lab; there was no Greek involvement. It has made me rethink some déjà vu I have felt from various periods in my life." Beth was listening intently but I could see her gaze was drifting. So I stopped talking a while. We sat and drank our drinks. More patrons started coming into the restaurant. Our food showed up and Beth's face lit up. I'd have paid to see that. She just glowed. Mandy placed our plates neatly in front of Beth and then me. Then said, "We can get more drawn butter if you need it. Is there anything else I can get you two? It looks like you are on a special night out." "Nothing special," I said. "Just an aunt's funeral." Mandy's face was startled, "I'm so sorry, I didn't know. I hope I didn't offend." "You're fine dear," Beth reassured. "He's a bit of a clod when it comes to factual matters. He just puts it right out there, damn the consequences. Our aunt was quite elderly and lived a very long and full life." "Okay, well if there's anything else I can get you let me know. I'll be back to refill your tea, sir. Would you like another daiquiri, ma'am?" "Yes, I think I would," she giggled. After the waitress left I finally said, "I guess I do just lay things on people whether they are ready to hear them or not. Just built oddly, I guess." "We're both broken in different ways Bert. You looked for the keys to the universe and I looked for someone that would love me." She was always very insightful. "Yes, maybe. But I'm not sure either of us found what we were looking for." I squeezed her hand as it rested on the table. "Let's eat! This looks delicious." For franchise seafood, I thought in my head. Elbert, you're a dick, you know. Keep that snobbery down a bit. You didn't grow up too far from here, you know? I'm so fucking smug sometimes. The evening wore on and we were mostly silent through dinner. Beth loved all the different broiled seafood and ate it slowly savoring each bite. I ate most of mine, I'm not as big a fan of broiled fish, but the shell fish, crab and shrimp were really surprisingly good. Finally, I said, "What would you think about a drive down to the old home?" She looked at me slightly askance, "I don't really want to go there, Bert. When you left for college some things happened you don't know about and we haven't discussed. And I don't want to relive any of the crap down that memory lane." "Oh," I said stumped. I just seemed keep fucking things up. But I didn't let it go. "So what I'm picking up is that you aren't angry with me, just angry with the facts here on the ground?" "Yes silly. You are walking through a mine field and I haven't given you a map. Let's go back to the hotel and I'll give you as much frank talk as I can stand." I paid the bill and tipped Mandy 25%. I always tip at least 15% even if service is bad and in small towns like this I take it up a notch, because I know how little they make. We were out the door and into the cold night air. The temperature had change drastically from this afternoon. "Wow, I should have worn my jacket," I said. "You? Look at my bare arms. They're all goosebumps," she said sliding in to the seat and cozying up next to me shivering. Looking over from the driver seat, I couldn't help but notice that her arms weren't all that had bumped up. Beth caught me looking and smacked my hand playfully. "Perv." "What? You said look at your goosebumps," I said defensively. "That's not what you were looking at and you know it." I felt a little ashamed, but not too much. That just how it'd been all those years ago. Doctor's games of you show me yours I'll show you mine had just been part of who we were. I guess I never grew out of it. "I guess I owe you another apology now," I said smirking. She snuggled up next to me saying, "Take me to the hotel perv and stop apologizing. It is nice that you think I am attractive." That was when it happened. Right then she did something that completely took me by surprise. Her hand drifted into my lap and she ever so gently ran her hand over my currently expanding trouser front. I think I was in shock. My heart startled and began to race. That didn't improve things in my pants. My pants weren't tight, but they were quickly becoming uncomfortably snug. She just ignored all this, as if she could even tell. The next unexpected thing followed very quickly. She brought her hand back to let it rest right on me and just kind of gave it a gentle squeeze through my pants. Not fully understanding where all this might be heading I asked, "Are you sure you want to do this?" I didn't want to be the cause of any pain in her life. She was clearly dealing with too much as it was. She said, "Do what? I was just checking out your stuff as plainly as you were checking mine." That was fair I guessed. "Okay, but I did take my eyes off eventually, Sis. You're making me a tent." "I'm so sorry, Bert," she said coyly. But her hand stayed right where it was all the way to the hotel. I was in a bit of a quandary about getting out of the car. There was a bright light over the entry way and a clearly visible camera on an arm over the door. I was pretty sure my tent would be visible. So I asked her, "Do you just want to sit here in the car for a while?" "No," she said, giving me a gentle pat. "Let's go in." She got out into the cold and her goosebumps returned. So did a guilty little smile. "You coming?" "Not just this moment. I need to make an adjustment so the camera doesn't capture this pants malfunction I'm experiencing. You go on ahead, I'll be there in a half a shake." I pretended to look around in the car for something while she went to the door, slid the card-key and went in. I seemed to have gotten things adjusted and got out of the car and went in too. I took the stairs slowly. Few people take the stairs these days. I thought it'd give me time to recover my composure. When I got to my room I found her already at my door holding it open from the inside. She had changed into her night clothes which was weird. It's only 9:30 PM I was thinking and she hadn't really been that far ahead of me. Surely, she'd taken the elevator as before, right? "Did you take the elevator?" I asked blinking. "No, I came up the stairs, it's quicker," she laughed. "I guess that explains how you got changed before I got here." "Bert, I've changed my mind about that whole talking frankly thing. I'm just not up for it tonight. What I do want is for you to come in and get comfortable. Put on some pajamas and come have a nice deep snuggle. I think we owe one another one." "Okay," I said tentatively, "But you saw my bag. I have a suit and my toiletries, but that's it. I haven't slept in pajamas in years. In fact I don't even sleep in underwear." I scooted past her in the doorway. "Well did you bring any gym clothes?" she asked. "I could feel your muscular arm in the car." "I don't think you were feeling my arm in the car. However, I did bring a t-shirt and gym shorts," I admitted. "Okay, well put those on and come cuddle on the king bed with me." I started to open my bag and she just stood there, looking. I smiled. Okay, so this is going to be a little one sided. I didn't mind her standing there, we'd obviously seen one another before. I was just a little surprised at this turn. I had to admit, I was kind of liking it. I went ahead and got out of my clothes leaving my underwear on for modesty. But then instead of instantly getting into my gym shorts, I unrolled my suit and hung it on a hanger in the closet. Then I laid out my clothes from the flight. The tent in my underwear which had mostly gone was returning under her close scrutiny. She just stood in the pass-through between the rooms waiting and watching. I swapped the underwear for the gym shorts and met her gaze. She looked a little startled after seeing it. She continued to slowly absorb what she was seeing. I was definitely different from when we were kids. Back then I was tall, but had no physique. I had some body definition now. There was still no six pack or anything, but for a 32 year old, I was in decent shape. I slowly put on my t-shirt and said, "Okay? You happy with this?" She gave an approving look and said, "Yes, come hug on me I need you to show me that you love me." "Well, you already know that", I said. "I tell you that all the time." "There is a difference between being told and being shown, smart guy," she said. "I need you to show me." "Beth you have my undying love. You have a singular spot in my heart that will never go away." As I got to the door way, she pulled down the covers on the king bed and slid in, motioning me to join. "Under the covers, eh?" "Yes, under the covers. Like when we were younger. You lay facing away and I'll spoon you," she said softly. I joined her and faced away from her as she requested. Then she snuggled up and drew up the covers. It was almost exactly how we slept after mom died. She came to me crying many nights. It was so hard on us both. "Bert", she said as she put her arms around me. "You just don't know how much I love you. And have missed you all these years." "Beth, I've missed you too. We just went our different ways. It's life; it's what happens." "Well, these past few months I've been missing something in my life and I think I just figured out what it was. It was you, Bert." Like a dumb ass I said "I thought you didn't want to talk about this." She ruffled my hair, and put her hand back at my lap saying, "I don't." I must be the dumbest doctor I know. So now that she's made it clear twice that she is not backing down, I had no choice. "Okay, look. We're both married. I have a daughter and a son on the way. If we cross this boundary, I don't know what it'd mean." She hugged me and said, "You cannot break anything that isn't already weakened. My marriage is probably ending soon. You don't have to do anything, but I'm making it plain. I want this," she emphasized this with another gentle squeeze. "I've wanted you for a long time too, Beth. I just don't know. It feels like I'd be taking advantage of you in a moment of vulnerability." "You wouldn't be." With that she reached inside the gym shorts to put further punctuation on her abundantly clear statements. So what's an idiot like me supposed to do? I have loved her endlessly for years. Yearned for her when I couldn't have her. Rooted for her when she was down. I just said, "Okay, do what you want." That was it. She simply hugged me. Her hand was still in my shorts, but we just laid there for what seemed like an hour. She would shift a bit and rub me softly. It was lovely torture. My manhood was bulging and starting to hurt. Of course being the super romantic guy I am, my body decided that was when my tea needed to be returned. Softly I said, "Beth, I have to use the restroom." "Yeah, I do too. You go to yours I'll go to mine. Meet back here," she winked. I really had to go. I hate using airport restrooms and so I actually had to have a bowel movement too. When I got back to the bed she was there covers pulled up and beaming, like the cat that ate the canary. "What's up?" I asked sheepishly. "You'll see," she said. "Oh, I see," I said as I started to get under the covers. "You changed again during the bathroom break." "Yes, and lets have those off," she said reaching up and dragging down my shorts. "This feels pretty mechanical, Beth," The dumb ass has spoken again. Why do I let that guy talk? I stood there with my gym shorts down my penis filling rapidly and pulsing. She frowned, "You don't like what you see?" "Oh, I love what I see, it just isn't happening in a very romantic way." "Bert," she said sternly. "This isn't about romance. This is about need. I need you to love me. Show me you love me and want me. I haven't had that for such a long time." That changed my attitude at once. I could see where she was. Despite having a very acute sense of empathy, I just can't always say the things that smooth over the rough parts for people. But I wasn't having any of that get in my way now. Actions speak much more clearly than words. Beth obviously needed her big brother's love and I was going to show her how much I loved her. I finished removing my shorts and took off the t-shirt. I slid between the covers with her and looked into her adoring eyes. They just seem to be saying 'thank you'. Then a small tear appeared and she reached around my neck. The embrace was heaven. After a few moments, our hands were discovering each other's bodies. She tilted her head and leaned in for a kiss. I willingly gave it to her. As our mouths separated, I felt the odd sensation of her tears on my cheeks. She was whispering under her breath over and over "Don't leave me ever again." Death Brings Déjà Vu I couldn't understand and this time instead of saying that. I just whisper back "I won't." It wasn't rational and I don't do irrational well. I'm a facts and figures guy but the broken part of me seemed to be where Beth fit and filled in the hole that made me hurt. Holding her now was bliss. Beth was beautiful. Her breasts were firm and full. The nipples I had glimpsed in the parking lot were much more distinct now, very dark with a small dimple in the end. They didn't show much wear at all. In fact they looked perfect to me. I buried my face in her golden blond hair and inhaled her scent. It was wonderful. She smelled like orange blossoms. We slowed down a bit to give each other time to adjust to our sudden out-welling of emotions. Finally, she said, "Can we? Can we do this?" Hell of a time to throw doubt around now, I kept this thought in my head. I had no doubt. I had room in my heart to love her and my wife. My sister needed me and I would be there for her. Who places these limits on our love? I thought. How can demonstration of physical love somehow cancel the love for another? So I answered her, "We have never been apart in our hearts, why should we be apart physically." With that, she went under the covers and took me into her mouth. Not mechanically like I'd thought before, but determined. She was going to take that which was hers. I was tensing up when she let me out of her warm mouth. She pulled the covers back and smiled mischievously. "I was going at that wrong so I stopped." "I think you were going at it right," I told her. "But you are running the show. I will follow you." With that she swung herself around and positioned herself above my face. "Wow, Liz you have the most beautiful pussy." It was neatly groomed to form a little V at the top. It was just inches from my face and the aroma was intoxicating. Déjà vu swept over me at that moment. A shot out of nowhere. I know this, I thought. Inspecting her lips, I could just discern the tear scar that must have been from her first born. It wasn't ugly it was just a symbol of her womanhood. She had born children. It didn't diminish the loveliness of her vagina. "Did you just call me Liz?" as my penis plopped out of her mouth suddenly. "No one has called me that in forever." "Sorry Sis, it's just so lovely." I stopped talking to give her a big sloppy kiss on her lips. The taste triggered another wave of déjà vu. I just kept kissing, licking and sucking away. I couldn't believe what was happening. Her clitoris was really becoming engorged and every time I passed over it she was shuddering. I slowed my pace and circled in on my target timing the movements of my tongue and lips to the trembling above. I could tell she was trying to focus on me, but I was distracting her fairly effectively. Suddenly she tensed as my tongue went inside her and began licking furiously. What happened next, I had never experienced. My sister let down on my face. She was rocking a bit with the tonguing I was delivering, but suddenly I was awash in her fluid. I drank some and my mouth overflowed. "Oh, I'm so sorry, Bert", she said as she nearly tried to get up. I just kept on licking and tonguing her. Making it clear that I was not in the least offended. She calmed down and finally resumed with me in her mouth. I wasn't terribly well endowed, just over six inches. My girth was the only thing that ever caused issues for any of the handful of women I'd experienced. She was taking me completely in her mouth and swirling her tongue around the head in a nearly intolerable fashion. It was driving me to the edge. Just when I was getting a little too close she would back off. I couldn't take it anymore and finally stopped tonguing her to say, "Liz you are driving me crazy. You have got to play fair." As if on cue, she began bobbing her head up and down, slamming me into her throat and making gagging noises. In thirty seconds or so I just couldn't hold back and began moaning into her vagina. The humming must have triggered her as another gush of liquid filled my awaiting mouth and I exploded in torrents. The gagging became coughing. She lifted up a bit and I could feel my cum dripping off her as I spurted forth. The light show occurring in my head was unbelievable and I just kept humming and licking my sister until she sat back so far that she cut off the air to my nose. I was doing pretty well with it initially but had to take my hands off her breasts and lift her butt up just a bit. Before she could complain or apologize or even say 'what the heck'. I rammed my tongue right into her pink little asshole. The noise she made was sheer delight. "Oh my god, Bert. You're tonguing my assssahh..." Between pants she continued... "You are such a dirty boy." ... "Oh, I love it." ... "No one has ever done that to me." ... "You are so bad." ... "And you appear to be getting hard again," she said grabbing me with her left hand and plopping me back into her mouth. This continued for another five minutes or so and then she'd had enough of that. She raised up on her hands and feet and did a pivoting turn to position herself above my dick. "I am going to take you now." she said lustily. She hovered over me for a moment awkwardly grabbing me and rubbing me across her slit. I went in with almost no ceremony. She looked at my face and said, "What, you didn't think I was done with you did you?" "No, I'm just surprised at your definitive command of my body," I said as I reached up to cup her breasts. They really were a sight to see. Here in this light they were definitely worthy of worship. The light brown of her aureolas must have been three inches across before, but now they were drawn dark and tight. Maybe just over an inch. The tip was like a big eraser nearly an inch long. They had definitely change from the first time I had seen her when she was just blooming. She leaned forward and I took the left one into my mouth. It was like an electric spark had gone off. She was cumming hard again. This time there was no fluid, but I could feel the warmth increase around my penis. The gripping I was getting from her was pretty amazing. I couldn't imagine any baby's had passed through her there. It didn't seem possible and I blurted it out... "You are so tight, are you sure you didn't have them all C-section?" All she got out was "Ungg huh... ohh ohh sooo good to finally have this reunion." When we had been younger, we never really had a union, mostly looking and very little touching; but I took her point and didn't argue. Not arguing had been giving me a much better results of late. I just took the ride. I love woman on top positions, they really are the best. She can decide how fast or slow to go. I can help over the peaks and valleys. Access to her breasts and freedom to feel the strength in her buttocks. She had definitely not given up swimming. "You're so firm," I said aloud as I grabbed her bottom. "You must be swimming and running several times a week." Having cum once and gotten hard again I was in this for as long as it took to satisfy her all she wanted, I thought. Then she started twerking me and I lost it. "Omg going to cum, Liz." I was tensing up and she just went at it flat out. "Yeah, that's what I want shoot that load in me deep." I grabbed her ass and started pulling her down on me hard over and over. "Oho no oh no, I was trying to get you there. But you've pushed me past the point of no return." "Bert, I'm there already" she gasped. "I've -- uh -- oh, just been in a constant state for about the last ten minutes. You're wearing me out, big brother." She was breathing raggedly. "We're going to have to take a break after this." What? A break? Was she nuts? Never mind going again, I might not wake up until next week. I just nodded, and pulled her down one last time and trembled as I geysered up inside her. She leaned back and just let it fill her up. It wasn't as much as the load she swallowed, but it was a lot and I felt it on my lap now. I just moaned as the twitching last spasms of my orgasm subsided. My body finally relaxed. She laid forward now embracing me to whisper, "I just can't believe this is happening. I love you. You just don't know how long I have been desiring this. Thinking about this. Endlessly playing a fantasy in my head about how this might happen. I never thought it would. I never thought I'd have the courage to take it on myself to see it happen. I don't know what came over me. I just had to have you tonight. I could wait no longer." "I am so glad you did, Beth. I can't tell you the times I have imagined this or something like it." She rolled off, "I must be squishing you." "You are light and I wasn't complaining but I know you must be tired. We've been at this for quite a while." Looking over at the red LED display of the clock it was nearly midnight. "Oh crap, it's nearly midnight. What time is the viewing again?" "You really are an absent minded professor type, Bert. I told you it's after noon. Calm down and snuggle back up here with me." "Yes ma'am," I answered, settling back in beside her. We snuggled there and drifted off to sleep. When I awoke it was like something out of a dream I'd had repeatedly for so many years. Beth had me back at full attention with me in her mouth. I looked down and took a double take. She looked angelically up at me and stopped to say, "Morning, big brother." Then she went right back at it. "You know, this is the nicest wake-up call I've had in years." I just laid there taking the abuse she was giving me. I was very difficult not to participate and lift to meet her as she pushed me in and out of her mouth. "I think you better slow down, you knew where the trigger was last night... surely you know you pushing me over the edge..." "Oh, I know!" She kept bobbing. "This is very one sided. Don't you need some attention Liz?" That struck a nerve. My penis came out with a plopping sound. "Why do you keep calling me that childhood name?! I'm Beth." "Yes Beth, you are. But you'll always be my little Liz. My little lizard breath." I instantly regretted using that unflattering nickname. But the love and adoration in my face must have been easy for her to read. "You little Eli-B-rat", her nickname for me supposedly a mixture between a elephant and brat (or a rat). I never really knew. "I'll give you something to smile about." She turned herself around and placed her beautiful cunt right about where her mouth had been. It was kind of reverse cow girl position, but more of an X. In any case, she swiveled about a couple of times spreading herself with me. Down she went. I was in ecstasy. "You like that, you Brat," she said playfully but increasing the twerking motion. "Not too much more of that twerking or I'll be done, Sis." She slowed it down a bit to grind herself across me as she used her swimmer's upper body strength to move her whole body forward and back on me. The position pressed me far against the back of her uterus. My mind was just melting. If I'd have written down what I wanted to happen, I couldn't have come up with this scenario. She was deliberately giving me quite a show. I had full view of me going in and coming back out. Liz was in complete control. I was at a disadvantage. I couldn't see her face, reach her breasts or even get up easily if I wanted. Her feet had my arms pinned. She just kept gliding forward and back. I read once that women with difficulty often have their first orgasms in this type of position, but clearly Beth didn't require it for that. Backwards and forwards... it was mesmerizing. She would glance back now and then, but she was focused. Finally, she switched to twerking again and I could see she was starting to let down on me again. The clear fluid began gushing around my cock. More so as she rose up. The site triggered my orgasm unexpectedly. Suddenly I was bucking and nearly screaming "Lizzzz, ohhhh." She didn't let up. She powered though and finished us both off with a few more rounds of moving her full body forwards and back grinding me towards the back of her uterus until she just stopped and clenched. When her convulsions had stopped, she turn to me with a smirk. "Take that brat!" squinting dramatically for effect. From the very dim light that was just starting to come in at the top of the curtains, I presumed it was just starting to turn light outside. She still had me pinned down and I couldn't see the clock. Why did I want to see the clock? I don't know my mind is crazy... Here I had my sister giving me the best, craziest sex I could have had ever dreamed of and I'm worrying about what time it is. She let my hands up now as she moved her feet off. Swinging the left one over me she kept me inside, but rotated around so we were facing. It was quite a trick, since I was losing rigidity rapidly. "Wow, brat you really put up a fight there," she said, coming in for an embrace and morning kiss. Her golden blond hair fell over both our heads. I was in heaven. I could kiss her like this for hours I thought. I could feel her heart beating over mine. I was hugging her and starting to make use of my hands when she put them back around her, where she wanted them. She just wanted to sit/kneel/lay on top of me in this embrace. I guess I nodded off, because the next thing I knew she was rushing around the room cussing. "Fuck, we're going to be late, Bert." "What, it was just starting to get light..." I trailed off. Now I could hear the rain outside. I sat up and looked at the clock which read 1:11 PM. "Whoa..." I said jumping up. "We gotta get showered and go." "We don't have time for that, it started eleven minutes ago. We've got to go." "I don't know what happened, Beth. I thought it was daybreak when you woke me up so wonderfully." "It was silly. We just fell asleep in that position for what must have been six hours?" "I can't believe that... the clock must be wrong." I grabbed for my watch. Sure enough it was only eleven. "Beth, it's only 8:00 by my watch. So that means 11:00 here. Maybe the power went out, and what I thought was dawn was just a dreary day." She calmed down. "Oh dear, I was in a panic. We couldn't be late and we couldn't show up like we are. You have some of me on your face and I've got some of you in my hair and down here." "Well, at least we have time for a nice shower. We don't have to be there for two more hours," I said grinning ear to ear. She took a look at my smile and gave my cock a quick squeeze. "Oh no you don't, mister," twisting me towards the adjoining door. "What? We have plenty of time and you have been in control of the whole affair." I pouted, but she wasn't having it. "Yes, sir. That is just how I want it to stay. You march over there to your room and get your shower," she said, gently giving me a push with her palm on my butt. I couldn't tell if she was playing or being serious. "Really, Sis? I just thought we could make sure each other were properly cleaned." "Oh, come on. Can't you tell when I'm yanking your chain?" she motioned to her shower. Then she gave me a little slap on my ass as I paraded past her with a great big grin on my face. The king room had a really nice double shower with a curved sliding glass door. No double shower head or anything like that, but it had a bench at the back of the shower and I went in and sat down with a wash cloth. She got in behind me and raised the temperature a bit on the shower I'd started. "Is that too warm she asked?" "It's fine. I just didn't know how hot you liked it. Trina doesn't like a hot shower," I blurted out potentially ruining the mood. "That's okay, Tony never takes a shower. He's a bath guy and our tiny tub just isn't big enough for us both." I guess I dodged a bullet after dragging a spouse into the conversation. So I pursued it a bit more as I started to wash her back with the cloth. "You and Tony doing okay together?" I asked bluntly? Washing down to the crack of her ass and back up. She sighed, "We have never done very well together. He loves me, I think or at least I think he did." "What do you mean by that?" I asked hesitantly. "Well, I am pretty sure he's fooling around on me. He hasn't touched me in over a six months. I don't even remember if he's given me a proper kiss recently. It's always just a peck on the cheek." My cleaning turned to her front as I lathered around her breasts and soaped up her mid-rift. "So is that what this has been about?" "You know it wasn't. This was about finishing something started a long time ago. Maybe even put into motion in a prior lifetime. I can't explain it Bert. I have loved you and longed for you always." "I was not without blame sis." "Who's to say there is any blame or guilt to be had? I slept in your bed when we were young. That was something I did," she said. "You didn't come to my bed when we were young just to get felt up by your brother." "I came for your love and affection. The feeling up was a nice bonus. Looking back now, I'm sure I came because our parents were broken. Dad had no time for us because mom was so sick. Mom had no time because she was sick all the time. We needed each other. We were the only ones there for us." "Yes I suppose. I have not looked at it in that way. I have looked at it mostly with my guilt and shame at causing any harm to you. I simply love you too much. It's why I've moved away." Now properly cleaning her pubic area. I could see her clitoris was becoming engorged. I blushed. "Brat, look what you've done now," she said. I knelt down to inspect the damage. "Yes, I can see the problem. You are a horn dog and you need to be fucked in this shower." "Oh no you don't", she pretended she was going to get out. Then on second thought she dropped the hair oil bottle on the floor and turned to pick it up. She was bent over and fully exposing her back side to me. "Oooo, I don't know which one to pick," I said playfully. "Yes you do, idiot savant." she reached for the hair oil. Loosening the lid she put some in her hand and proceeded to grease up her little pink sphincter. "Now go slow, I haven't ever had anything in there but a toy." "You have toys?" I took the oil from her and applied some to my reinvigorated cock. Then I rubbed her asshole with my fingers. I got my pinky in with some work. "You're pretty tight back here, sis. I've never done this either. So just let me know if I'm doing anything that hurts." I worked my middle digit across the pucker. "You are so gentle, Burt. You've been nothing but gentle with me for as long as I've known you. I am the one that forced things here. That feels so good and so dirty. You are such a dirty boy." I gently worked a second digit into her. She sucked in some air, so I backed out. "No," she said grabbing my hand and pulling it back. "It felt good. I'm just adjusting." "Okay," I said continuing. Middle and ring finger now buried up to my palm. I added a little more oil and then went for the swap. "I'm putting it in now, just let me know." She didn't let me know, she backed up hard and let out a little shriek. "Do me hard, Bert. I don't want you to be gentle right now." The warm water washing down over us was soothing and now that I was buried to the hilt, I just began to work in and out of her slowly. "Bert, don't go slow. I want to be fucked hard!" It was a bizarre feeling. I didn't know what I was doing or how to really go about it. The playfully quip I don't know which one to pick had been bluster of an over excited middle aged guy. Liz was starting to moan a bit. She was so very tight and the oil mixing with the water was making things work. Not wanting to let her down, I began picking up the pace. Soon there were some sounds coming from her that weren't polite. Long deep hard strokes were building a little air column that came out in little farts of air. Death Brings Déjà Vu "Don't stop!" she said. "You have the best dick," between panting breaths. "Just keep it up, that is hitting the right spot." It was like a scene I'd imagine from some terrible porno outtakes. The farts were coming faster and changing pitch as the column grew. She let out a laugh and continued groaning, "Ohhhh, don't slow down." "If I don't slow down some this will be over very quickly, Liz." I had to slow down, I was enjoying it just a little too much. Why had I never tried this? I guess my wife and previous girl friends were not into it or put off by the thickness of my cock. It was weird. The texture of her rectum was so different from her vagina. Maybe it wasn't texture, maybe it was just the resistance it presented. Sometimes thinking about the science involved helps me back off of the physical sensation... I know I'm telling myself. You're crazy, Bert. Here you are fucking your sister in the ass and doing some frictional analysis on the act. "Yeah, okay, I'm an idiot," I said aloud. "What are you talking about, it's fantastic," she said. "I don't know, I guess I was thinking out loud." refocusing on putting her over the edge now. I began hammering down. She grabbed the shower stall safety bar. The slapping sound I was sure could be heard in the hall by now. It was echoing in the bathroom. And that science put me into the zone... I was just pistoning in and out she was clearly cumming and her moan was surely audible in the hall as well. "Finish up brat, you're making me crazy." Funny how a word can be a trigger. Brat. She was always calling me a brat. I must have called her one, once upon a time. It didn't seem like something I'd do. I really loved her, doted on her, protected her, and played all of her games. We got along splendidly... But brothers and sisters do push each other's buttons from time to time. I must have called her a brat. However, her use of it on me went back endlessly in my memory. "That's right, I'm your braaattttt....." as I unloaded in her bowels. I could feel her trembling. The shower wasn't warm as it had been, but that wasn't what I was noticing. Her knees looked wobbly. For half a second I thought she was falling. I grabbed her full around her abdomen and pressed into her harder. "Thaat'ssss right you arrreee. Ugh. My brat ohh ahhh," she moaned. "I'm sure they heard us in the hall," I panted. Looking down I could see myself being squeeze out of her bottom along with some more gas and some bubbles of cum. Which, for whatever reason, I thought was so freaking hot. "You are so beautiful," I told her letting loose of my bear hug around her mid-section. "I thought you were going to fall down there for a second." She turned around and embraced me in the full spray of the shower head now. "That was wonderful, brat. You'll have to do that again soon," she said, as she came in for a big smooch. Then it was all business again. "We need to finish up and go." "Yes, ma'am. I'm sure we have some time though." I didn't really know how long we'd been in there. But I finished lathering the wash cloth and rewashing my sister in all of the places that needed it. She returned the favor. I was standing there with her washing my back thinking how wonderful that was when she wrapped her hand around me from behind. She was just kind of looking it over. Then she wriggled between me and the glass and got in front. "Let's clean this guy off nice and good," she said lathering me up. "You never know when we might want him to play a different role." "You're waking him up," I laughed. "Oh, I guess I am." she turned me around to rinse my front and then back. Inspecting the little man. He was probably only three inches at that moment. But all of a sudden I was back in her mouth and nearing full size. "That's a good boy," she said as she released me back out. "I'd make you pay for that, but we've got to get going," I said. We each washed our own hair. I got out of the shower and let her finish. We were both dressed and ready to go when I noticed neither of the double beds had been messed. "I'd better make it look like at least one of these was used." So I messed up the one that didn't have my bag on it. Put a tip on my dresser, walked back into her room and did the same. She was wearing a very fashionable black dress. It was fall length and sufficiently warm, but had a nice bit of lace across her cleavage. I commented, "Very nice dress. You look awesome in it." She cooed at the complement. "You are too kind. I know my saggy tits and stretch marks are ugly to men, but you are such a gentleman." "Liz, I think your breasts are very nice and far from sagging. The stretch marks are barely visible and are just a badge of motherhood. Big babies run in our family. Let's go do this viewing." We were off. She drove us to the funeral home. It was raining less, but she was driving more cautiously due to the pooling water on these old back roads. There was easily a chance to hydroplane off. But Beth knew these roads. She reached over and took my hand. "We can do this right?" "We're talking about the viewing, right?" "Yes, perv, the viewing." "I'm not the one that jumped her brother." "I guess you have me there. I just don't know how I'm going to do at this. There are things that happened here after you left for school. I don't know if I'm up to it." I squeezed her hand back saying, "I'm here for you. I have your back always. You know I love you." We reached the old funeral home just on time. There were people milling around that looked vaguely familiar. I knew a few, but many were relatives from our aunt's children. I never met many of my cousins. They were mostly grown when we stayed at our aunt's house after mom passed. I recognized Amber's auburn hair and that was about it. Amber was Nan's youngest. She was in college but returned home that summer after our mom died. She was a wild one then. It didn't appear as that had changed much. Beth and I got out of the car together. Amber walked over recognizing me. "Elbert, how nice to see you." "Very nice to see you to Amber, that is a lovely purple you have on there. It really accentuates your hair." "I know I should have worn black, but I'll wear that to the funeral. I have plans this evening so I figured purple is pretty close to black. Hi Elizabeth, you look lovely in that. It is quite fetching." "Thanks, Amber. I teetered on wearing a different color for the viewing. I didn't want anyone to be offended, so I just went traditional... I think your dress is lovely. Purple is a very powerful color." We all were looking to get out of the sprinkling rain, so we headed over to the entrance. I held the door for the ladies and followed them inside. There were probably 60 people. Most of them I didn't know. The older gentlemen and ladies I assumed were cousins of Nan, she and our mom were the only children our grandparents had. There were people our age or a little older, some of them must have been cousins, I just didn't recognize. Amber strode up to several in a group. "Elizabeth, I think you know Frank, the others are Jonathon, Jill and Charles." They all had dark complexions, dark hair and eyes, despite their age. Frank was clearly the youngest of them and he looked to be in his fifties. Liz went pale and stuttered out, "Oh, hello, Frank and everyone." "Hi, I'm Elbert, Beth's brother. I don't think we've met unless I was very young. How are you related to Nan?" I said, reaching out to shake their hands. "They're my brothers and sisters, Elbert," Amber smiled. "I think they were all moved off before you were even born. I came home that summer right after your mother died. I had just finished up my master's in business." "Yeah, I remembered that. It was a traumatic time for me and Beth. Your mother was so helpful to us. I can't tell you how much it smoothed things out." I started thinking about the very odd contrast between Amber and her siblings. I'd never met any of them that I remembered and they bore very little resemblance to her. They were all dark haired or graying. Liz was recovered from whatever she was feeling earlier and rejoined "Yes, Amber, Nan was such a blessing to us. She kept us while dad was helping mom back and forth to the doctor for treatments and then even more once she passed." I couldn't tell, but there was something definitely up with Frank. He appeared to be boring of the entire affair and appeared to be a little inebriated. "Nice to meet you folks," he said as he turned to leave this group. I whispered to Liz, "Are they serving liquor here, I thought this county was dry?" She casually backed up from the group and whispered back, "Shut-up, I'll tell you later." "I hate these things, but I'm here for you, Liz," I said under my breath. "I know," she interlocked her arms in mine and we went to view the casket. Liz was very somber now. I could tell it was all weighing down on her. The line wasn't very long and we just kind of stood there awaiting our turn. She spotted Frank coming towards us from across the room and casually put me between them dragging me to face her. "Don't you leave me alone with him for even a second, okay?" "Is there something you want to tell me, Lizzy?" I whispered, looking at her directly in the eyes. "I said I'd tell you later and I meant that," she seemed trapped like a game animal looking for a way out, the closer that Frank got. "Elizabeth!" Frank roared. "I've just remembered you. I must be getting senile. You have changed so much from that 18 year old filly I knew," somewhat slurring his words. He almost sounded like Elmer Fudd, but he was clearly in the bottle. "Why thank you Frank," she mustered. "I had much shorter hair then." He appeared to be attempting to reach out and touch her shoulder, but Liz backed away. "Oh, we're up next," she said. I stepped between them again and we made our way to the casket. Only the top portion was open. The makeup was very well done. You could still see the distortion of the stroke if you knew what to look for, but probably most didn't. Liz started to cry a bit. She placed a small memento in with her aunt. I held her for what seemed like minutes. Finally, we moved on to let the next group up. We headed off for a private corner where I became Lizzy's shield. "Are you going to be okay, Lizzy?" I asked her quietly. She gave me a look of forlornness. "We need to go soon. You can blame me, say I'm not feeling well." "Okay, I'll go give our regards to Amber and we'll go." But as I started to go towards Amber, Liz pulled my hand and motioned towards Frank with her eyes and shaking her head in a little 'no' indication. I could see this went beyond the passing of Nan. So I took her in arm and we both strolled over to Amber together. "Amber, we'll see you at the funeral tomorrow. I think Beth is feeling a bit under the weather. Seeing your aunt may be exacerbating the issue due to her crying." Amber nodded understanding. "Thanks so much for coming today. It was great to see you, Elbert. I'd hoped we could catch up on things." "Maybe we can do that after the funeral tomorrow, Amber. Right now I'm going to get my sister back in bed, she had a rough night last night. We nearly didn't come." Every bit of that was true, although none of it was true. With that we headed back out to Lizzy's Escape. I got the door for her and helped her into her seat. Went around to the driver side, got in and started it up. I was just about to pull away when Amber came running out in the drizzle. Nearly popping out of the top of her purple dress. Lowering the window I asked, "What is it, Amber?" "I just wanted to know where you were staying. I thought I might pop by later tonight after my date and have a night cap with y'all." I looked over to Beth, she nodded approvingly. I told her the name of the hotel we were staying at in Christianburg. "Just ask for us down at the front desk if you decide to come." As I drove out of the parking lot, I looked in my rear view mirror. Beth must not have liked how I was doing it because she punched me in the ribs saying, "Keep your eyes on the road and stop drooling, Doctor." "I uh, I um, I don't think I was ogling her, Lizzy." "Clearly you and I don't see things quite the same then," she said, as she slid over and placing her hand back as it had been the night before. Only now it was barely 1:30 by the clock in her Escape. I'm always looking for clocks. I frequently forget to wear my watch. I usually know what time it is within a quarter hour or so. But the past couple of days had me out of sorts. I looked down at Liz's hand because something had changed. She was opening my fly. "That's going to make finding my way back pretty hard," I interjected. Not missing a second in timing, "That was kind of what I had in mind." "Lizzy, we have to talk. I love you and I will continue to do anything you desire. However, something was very off back there. What is up with Frank?" Her expression changed, "He's the biggest reason I didn't want to come. He's a lush, an octopus letch and I'd hoped he was dead." "Whoa, that's strong. Did he touch you back then?" "He and a couple of his friends took turns. They made me do stuff. I had just turned 19." "This happened after I left I'm guessing." "Yes, Bert. I take your point, we did stuff children do. What they did was different. They were in their late forties then. No, they didn't penetrate me, but they made me suck them off and feel my breasts and it was unwelcome. It was unwelcome and they did it upon several occasions. They got all drunk and came over to see Amber." "Amber was in on this?" I asked. "No, that's just the pretense they used. I don't know if they ever did anything similar with her or not. I just know it took me a long time to get over it. And maybe I'm not over it. And you weren't here to protect me. I was lost," she said, starting to cry. Sobbing into my lap. I was definitely not hard any longer. I was fairly angry. I had half a mind to turn the car around and have some justice doled out. "I think I'm going back there and sort this out Liz." "No, Bert, don't do that. I am so ashamed I don't want anyone to know. It'll just make things harder and all of those memories come back. Let it be. I need to be with someone who loves me, really loves me to their core." "Okay, Lizzy. I'm here and I willingly give you my love endlessly." I held her close as her sobbing resided to halted jerky breaths. "Huh h h huh", she sighed repeatedly for the next few miles. All I could do for her right now was stroke her hair. She just laid there all the way back to the hotel. When we got into the parking lot I reached down and zipped up. No need to advertise anything unusual here. Liz grinned at me and sat up. "You really are a good guy, you know?" "I don't think of myself in those terms, but I really appreciate you saying so," I thanked her. The guilt I had felt was always with me. It didn't drag me down, it kind of encouraged me to do better. Hearing her say that just bolstered my opinion of myself. "Let's get you into the hotel," I said. Coming around her side of the car, I helped her out and closed her door. We went through the front entrance today. Passing the front desk, I spoke with the nice lady again. "Hello, we're in room 287 and 289. Our cousin may drop by later, to talk about her mom's funeral tomorrow. Is your bar open this evening?" "Yes sir, until midnight. Shall, I ring your room when she comes?" "That'd be great, thanks," I said and we walked on towards the elevator. I hesitantly pushed the button and waited for the elevator. Beth was holding my hand and I think she could tell I was beginning to tremble. "You don't have to ride with me," she said. "I will ride with you," I said. "I'm with you and I'm good." That wasn't true but I was willing it to be so. We got on when it arrived and I pressed the 2. The doors started to close and I held the bar inside the elevator. The ride up went smoothly and the doors opened. I released my breath and death grip on the bar. We strolled out into the hall and down to our rooms. I opened my door with my card-key. She just came in with me. "You are the kindest person I know," she volunteered. "You didn't have to do that and I know it wasn't a little deal," kissing me lightly. "I'd do just about anything for you my Lizzy. Are you sure you don't want to do anything about this Frank thing?" "Yes, I'm sure. I want to move beyond it. It is really weird because somehow I now link it with how I fell for Tony so hard. He happened along at a really bad time for me and got me away from that house. I think I just fell for the first guy that showed me any attention." "Tony wasn't involved with what they were doing was he?" I asked. "He doesn't even know. You're the only person I've ever told." I was stunned. "You never told anyone what Frank and his friends had done? You have definitely had something bottled up inside for quite a while." "There is more, but I think that is enough for now. I just want you to hold me again," she said disrobing and going to the freshly made bed in her room. "I see," I said, "You don't think it is a little odd to go from thinking about an abusive relative to snuggling naked with your brother?" "Bert, please, I simply don't think of you like that. You are my brother, yes, but we have always been more. Brothers don't like their sisters or play dolls with them or take them with them when they are teens. You did. You never pushed me away until Uncle Henry beat you raw with the switch he made you pick for yourself," tears welled up in her eyes again. I couldn't stand it anymore and went to her immediately, "I shouldn't have let it but you are right, it did and I'm so sorry Lizzy. What is worse is I fell into a situation too. I fell into an unequal relationship with Amber in a way. She was a college girl and I was eight-teen. What would any boy do in my place?" "That bitch molested you?" she snarled. "Wait till she gets here tonight, I will give her a piece of my mind." "Whoa, Beth, I feel similarly ashamed. I don't want to do anything to make it worse. Plus, it wasn't molestation; I just didn't say 'yes' or even know if I wanted to say 'no'." "Why didn't you tell?" she asked. It's weird the double standards we all apply to things. I was thinking about this on my flight into Roanoke. I had had a similar trepidation about meeting someone I'd had a relationship with that was initially uninvited. It had lasted for most of a summer and I'd learned so much. I thought I would be able to put it behind me as well. But seeing her and that cleavage in the purple dress today, just left me confused. Things had gone much farther for me and Amber. Amber had taken advantage of an unknowing participant. She was coming to me as I slept. Finally, vocalizing these thoughts I said, "She was coming to me while I slept, Liz. I couldn't believe it was happening. She was slipping into the bed and getting me off while I pretended to sleep. It was very odd. I think I may have rationalized it as a dream for a while, but then it happened during daylight. She confronted me after about a week. I was in the bathroom and she asked if I'd like what she was doing to me in the night. When I told her I didn't know what she was talking about, she said she knew I did and pushed me up against the sink to show me." "Oh my god, that slut! I'll freaking kill her," Beth exhaled. "Beth calm down. It isn't like that. Once she was doing it; it was like déjà vu and I zoned out. She was there doing it and I thought how lucky could I get?. Her adult body was so very nicely formed any young male would have craved her. In that moment at the sink it switched from something unrequested to something I needed. She didn't replace what I was feeling for you, but my hormones didn't care. Even today, I could smell that lust on her. I suspect she's not coming to the hotel for drinks. She's probably coming her to try to have sex with me." Death Brings Déjà Vu "Is that what you want, Bert? Sex with an aggressor like her?" she pouted and looked defeated. I didn't know what to say. "I'm torn Liz. I'm broken. I didn't know what to do when it happened. Honestly, I share blame for what happened with Amber. What guy doesn't let on when their dick is being sucked? I was willing for fuck sake; but it doesn't change what was in her heart. What else was the déjà vu if not just a memory of it happening? The ultimate admission to myself that I knew, right?" Now Lizzy was holding me and pulling me to the bed. "It is only 2:00 PM and I need you to hold me. I think you need me to hold you too." She started helping me out of my things. They joined the trail of her things that lead from the other room though the adjoining door. Why did I get adjoining rooms? Was it a subconscious wish for something like this to occur? I didn't know anymore. With Lizzy loosening my belt and letting my trousers fall, I was losing the train of thought. She was so beautiful. She needed me. She wanted what I wanted. We consoled one another, we completed each other. Fully undressed, I knelt at the side of the bed where she sat. She mussed my hair and pulled my head towards her open crotch. "Join me up here, I am begging you." "Seems like you are asking me to lick your pussy, sis." I smiled up at her. "We do have several hours before we might have any obligations." Looking into her eyes, I could see her adoration for me. It made me want to do whatever she willed. "So which do you really want snuggling or licking?" "What's that licking thing feel like again?" she glowed triumphantly. I took my position. Grabbed a pillow for my knees. I placed my head in her lap, inhaling as I bent to her. It's just a memory I cannot forget. Smell is one of the most basic of human senses. The olfactory nerves are literally part of the brain. Her scent put me back in our room those years ago when she had shown me hers. We really never did anything, I was thinking as I began to lick her. It had still been inappropriate by almost any standards. I licked her intensely and slurped the juice as it began flowing. Moving my face from side to side... Then the damnedest thing, the smell triggered another smell but this was of the freshly picked switch and the pain it brought was suddenly washing over me and I began to cry. "I never meant to leave you like that Lizzy. I wish I'd have been there to stop them." She drew me into the bed with her. "You really missed me as much as I did you. Just snuggle with me now." This time she drew my hands around her with her back to me. "Just hold me and know you are loved." The past night and day had been a total roll-a-coaster of emotions and sex. They were taking their toll on both of us. We awoke quite suddenly a few hours later. It was a bit embarrassing as well, the tip I'd left evidently had brought housekeeping back to the room to turn down the covers and leave a chocolate. They had unfortunately come to Beth's room first. We hadn't placed a do not disturb sign on the door. So there she stood in the door looking confused. "So sorry you two, I had no idea you were in here. I was going to turn down your beds." "Thank you," I said. "We're in for the evening I think." "Okay, I'll put your sign on the door, sir. Forgive the intrusion," she said, as she left hastily. "I guess they will know that we are staying together now," Beth said. "Did you tell them we were brother and sister?" "I don't know. The names are different, but I paid for both rooms. I doubt it'll be an issue," I said hopefully. It was just before 6:00 PM and I was starving. "Liz, I'm famished. I haven't had anything to eat but you since last night. If we are going to have 'drinks' with Amber, we'd better have something on our stomach." "Yes, me too and while you were quite tasty and filling; I need something with a little more nutrition," she said playfully. "Okay, let's eat at the restaurant here in the hotel," I said leafing through the notebook on the desk. "The menu isn't great, but it's close." She agreed and we dressed to go. She insisted I wash my mouth before going out. But I was having none of that. "Hey, I can't smell anything." "Yes you do, you perv." "Who's going to know? I don't plan on getting that close to anyone but you." "Yeah, I saw how you ogled Amber in that dress. You practically undressed her." "Yeah, well, she started it," I laughed and Beth was not amused. I could see some smoldering embers behind those intense hazel eyes. "Anyway, you look even hotter in that dress tonight." "Nice try mister. You think you're so fucking smart. I bet you're imagining a tryst but flattery will get you nowhere." I really hadn't considered that up to that point. However, having her say that made me wonder Is she hinting she'd be up for that? So, Doctor dumb ass unfiltered blurts it out, "Does that mean you'd be up for something like that Lizzy?" "We'll never know, because I don't think she's going to make it. The slut is strong with that one, I fear," she said in mock Yoda. "Who goes on a date the night before their mother's funeral?" "Wow, way to judge, sis. You just fucked your brother the night and day before your aunt's funeral." I palmed her ass lightly and motioned for her to lead the way to the door. She really was a sight in the black dress. The lacy bit at the top drew your eyes in to see what heaven might lie just under. I swear, I don't think she wore a bra. "You aren't wearing your bra are you I asked as I open the door for her." "No, two can play that game. Isn't this how Amber was dressed today in the funeral home?" "Oh, I didn't know, I just thought it was a really tight top on that dress." "Yes, well it was," she said heading to the stairs. She must really love me. "But the poky bits were due to a lack of a certain garment typically worn in public." At the bottom of the steps we turned to go down towards the restaurant. Passing through the front lobby, who should be there but Amber. "Hey Amber", I said. "Lizzy and I were just heading to dinner. We didn't expect you till much later. Did your date end early?" "Yeah, that guy stood me up. He's been chasing me since my divorce and I finally broke down right after mom died... It was dumb and I was weak." "Well, let's go eat then," Beth said. She turned and pulled me forwards. I think I saw a little smile or maybe that omniscient thing some women can do. In any case we went into the restaurant and there weren't many people there. It seemed like the hotel was pretty empty on the whole. This was a seat yourself affair, so we picked a quiet table in the back making sure the waitress saw us. "So the bozo who stood you up; got cold feet or what?" Beth blurted out. What was going on here I wasn't sure. Beth wasn't her normal self, somehow. I think she was being jealous, but there might have been more to it. I know what I'd told her had upset her some. But I knew I had some of the blame in the thing. I never said 'no'. I never thought of it as abuse until much later and then only the initial interactions. How can the nature of something that happened in the past change? She and I had both participated willingly. Well, in the end we did at least. In any case thinking all this, I missed the answer Amber must have given. They were now glaring at me across the table. "I'm sorry Amber, my attention was distracted. What happened? I missed it." "I was just telling Elizabeth how he had come up with a lame excuse that he realized he had gotten the better of me because my mom had died. Nice enough and all, but way to throw a wet blanket on the drowning damsel." "Hmm, I don't think I've ever heard it put quite like that. So he works with you at that firm?" I continued. "Yes, he's a lawyer in another department." "Well, we're the victors as we get your company instead of him," Liz said brightly. That was nice, hot and cold this one. I never see it coming, but it's always interesting watching it delivered. Lizzy was perking up in her lacy top. Amber seemed to notice, while I tried to appear not to be looking at anything. Finally, the waitress arrived and asked if we'd like any drinks from the bar. "I'll have a double scotch no rocks," I said. "I was the designated driver last night, but tonight we're eating in." "Yes, I'll have the same," said Amber. Beth looked at me oddly, "Well, I'd like something with a bite. Hmmm, how about a bloody Mary?" "Would you folks like to hear the specials?" Tina said. Lovely name Tina almost like my wife's, Trina. My mind wandered off thinking of my lovely wife. I think Tina gave them the specials, but I couldn't stop roaming my eyes from the menu to the two lovely ladies sitting with me. What a total spaz I could be. "Okay," she said and walked off towards the bar. "Elbert you were ogling that waitress" Amber said. "You're a married man; you should be ashamed." Interesting idea. The recent divorcée whom I gathered became divorced due to infidelity issues of her own making, has chosen to call me out for looking at a waitress. I hadn't even really seen the waitress... What a preposterous thought. Rather than taking the bait I just continued to peruse the menu. Until last night I'd been faithful to my wife. Being honest with myself I didn't consider last night a cheat. I loved my sister before this trip. I would love her when I went home. My love for my wife hadn't changed. How does physical demonstration of love change the nature of love in the mind? "You'll have to excuse Bert, Amber. He's often in his own little world. He's done it to me repeatedly this entire trip." That double entendre brought me to my senses though. "Yes, Beth dear, I'm so sorry I have been such a bore at times. I hadn't intended to do it to you repeatedly." Pausing to let the sound of it pass through. I asked, "Has everyone picked something? Last night I made the mistake of telling the waitress I knew exactly what I wanted only to just blab away to Liz. I-" Amber cut me off looking directly at me. "Do you not call your sister the same thing even once in a row? What is it Liz or Beth or Lizzy or Elizabeth." "They are all the same to me, but they have a different effect upon the recipient. So I use them as appropriate." It didn't seem all that complicated to me. Liz was my bestest friend in the whole world. Lizzy was the protective form of that... Elizabeth was just a name my sister hated. Beth is what she liked to be called by people in her group. "I think I'm going to have the steak. I got quite the work out the past couple of days. Travel always makes me have a bigger appetite. What about you Liz?" She turned slightly red, but it was barely noticeable in this light. There was also a change in the texture of the fabric covering her nipples as they seemed to become a little harder. "I think that actually sounds just right and a loaded baked potato to boot." Amber said, "Well I need to watch what I'm eating, so I'll have the spinach salad." It is a very odd thing women do to one another. Tonight was no exception. There was an implied slap in that comment I need to watch what I eat. Although, there it was again, another double entendre. I was pretty sure that wasn't meant for Beth, but directed at me. I wondered if Beth had been right. She was quite attractive. She wasn't nearly as fit as my sister the swimmer, though. So why make a comment like her body isn't good enough. Or maybe she should eat differently. Certain things will always allude me altogether. I think I'm glad about that actually. Beth and Amber were talking and now they were looking at me again. I missed it. "So sorry ladies, I did take a nap earlier; I simply don't know why I'm daydreaming. What was the question?" Beth pinched me, "She was inquiring if she gets tipsy; can she stay over?" "Oh, well there is a third bed in the double room. I suppose you two could share that room." I received another pinch for that. I guess I deserved it. But then our drinks came and I drank mine. Amber drank hers at nearly the same rate. I wasn't looking to get drunk, but the tense situation and the closeness of my recently divorced cousin had me clouded over somewhat. I'm sure it wasn't quite like Frank's effect on Beth, but I was not being myself. Amber excused herself to use the restroom. Beth lit into me. "What are you doing, Bert? You are sitting here between us and ignoring us both. Neither of us have seen you in years. Snap out of it." "Yeah, you're right, but I'm having trouble putting my finger on what isn't being said here. However, I'm certain that there is something I've missed. I'll try to be here." "I think you're hung up on her from before. You probably cannot decide if you want to chase her again or let it stay in the past," Beth said. "I think there's something very odd going on between you two and I cannot say what it is. Some of the back and forth I have heard made me think you were jealous of her. However, some of what I heard made me wonder why she cared what you ate or if she thought you were not as beautiful as her. But that last bit I heard, has all kinds of mixed innuendo and double entendres. Did you have a thing with her or something?" That was it, I'd pulled it all together. Beth said there was more, but she didn't want to elaborate yet. Now she'd come face to face with it like I had and was feeling trapped. Her panic was rising and I thought she was about to bolt. "Okay, I see I've hit on it out of the blue. How do you want this to go? Did she abuse you or was it mutual, Lizzy?" "She did the same thing to you that she did to me later. I had just turned eight-teen and it was just like what you described. I was an unacknowledging participant at first, but as you said she's attractive. I was being experimental and lonely. We did a lot of sixty-nining each other for nearly a year before I met Tony. After it ended, that's when all the abuse from the older cousins started." "So before she comes back, what are you feeling? You really should have told me earlier. I could have just had the front desk tell her we were out," I speculated. "Not really she was in the lobby. It'll be okay. I just don't know if I could share you or what we have." "Well here Amber comes now," I said lowly. "You two have knowing looks on your faces as plain as day," Amber observed, as she sat down again. Her cleavage nearly spilled out of her dress. Probably on purpose I thought. "What did I miss?" "Oh, nothing. We were just commenting on how nice your dress was again," I said. "Although we disagreed about your inner garments. I said bustier and she said bra-less." How was that for an ice breaker? To top that off, our meals came out just in time to interrupt the answer. My steak was perfect, "Perfect," I informed the waitress, "Just a touch of pink." I got another pinch when Tina left. We all ate in silence for a bit. Then Amber finally built up the retort. "If you must know it is a special bustier that lifts the breasts but doesn't cover the nipples. I did think I was going on a hot date as I explained earlier." "Well it is very nice," I said closely admiring it now. Another pinch. I was going to be black and blue. I had a few more drinks, but Amber had several while we talked about all the common elements of our teen / near adult hood. The sex thing just wasn't coming out and we'd long since finished eating. So I was calling it a night. I'd just as soon have my sister to myself. At this moment I was still thinking what Amber had done bordered on abuse at least initially on both counts. Eight years older than me made her thirteen years older than my sister. She was definitely a cougar (not a MILF since she never had kids). Then I heard myself saying, "Well, I'm done for this evening. I drank a bit, I ate a bit and now I need to sleep a bit more. It was wonderful to see you again, Amber. We'll see you again tomorrow at the funeral." Another pinch. What? Another pinch why did I get that one? "Why did that get a pinch?" I asked aloud? Beth looked at me sidelong. Oh, I see... She'd made a decision to go ahead. But it doesn't make any sense. "Oh, so um uh, hmm. Hey Amber, are you okay to drive or did you need to stay the night here?" "Oh Elbert, I appreciate the offer, but I think I'm okay." She stood up as if to prove her point only to sit back down quickly. It might have been for show, it wasn't clear but it sealed the deal; she wasn't driving. I put a tip on the table and the rest on the room. The three of us made our way to the elevator. Beth looked at me wondering if I would do the elevator for the second time today. The first time she'd needed me. This time would be more like peer pressure or something. I was thinking, I've had three double Scotches, my nerves should be fine... So when Beth pushed the button, I continued to stand with them and await the elevator. Amber had a few more drinks than I. So when the doors opened, she nearly tripped over the small opening when the heel of her matching purple high heels got into the crack between. I heard the heel snap off and I instinctively grabbed at her mid-section to prevent her falling. "Are you okay, Amber?" I asked helping her back on her sturdy but shapely legs. "I just caught my heel there, I guess. Thanks to you I didn't fall though," Amber blushed. I might have touched something in the grab, I really hadn't noticed, because it happened so quickly and I just did what instinctively should be done. She bent down and took both shoes off. "Well, these are done," she said inspecting the broken one. She was quite a bit shorter without them maybe 5' 4". Beth followed and pressed the 2. Standing next to Amber she towered over her at 6'. When the doors closed, I was in front of Amber and the damn elevator jerked upward a bit. I wasn't the least bit tipsy, but I nearly lost my balance and nearly knocked heads with Amber as I grabbed for the bar behind her. "Sorry Amber, I have issues with elevators." She moved over a tad to give me room, but then the doors were opening. It took every ounce of discipline to keep from bolting through the doors cutting the ladies off, but somehow I managed and let them go ahead of me. Beth was readying her card-key when I rushed past and went to the double room which was closest. Flustered, she put the key back only to remember that the 'Do not disturb' was inserted in her door lock. As I was unlocking she quickly got it back out and pulled the DND tab out. I was having issues getting mine open. Which turned out to be a good thing. Amber didn't appear suspicious or hurried, so no pressure. Beth got into the king room and I finally got my door key to work. When I led Amber in I remembered both beds were still made. Hopefully she wouldn't notice. Beth had cleverly closed the adjoining door silently. So, I guess that all worked out even though we hadn't had any time to discuss a plan. Turning to Amber I said, "So I guess what we can do is have me swap over to the other room and let you and Beth share this one." At that moment Beth was loudly unlocking the adjoining door and making her entrance. "You just want that king bed don't you Bert," she laughed. "I was just trying to make it work, Beth. Honestly I could just go get another room for Amber." I thought this might ease the tension. But to my surprise, Beth said, "Don't be silly. There is plenty of room." "Really it'll be fine and I may not stay overnight," Amber offered. "I just shouldn't drive for a while. I over did a bit at dinner. I need to use the restroom again," she said brushing past Beth. While she was in the bathroom, I asked Beth, "What are you thinking? I was trying to let her leave, but you pinched me like you do when I've done something you don't agree with."