28 comments/ 57246 views/ 101 favorites From the City to Simmons By: Tyzmartar /* Author's Note: I realize that it's been a while since I've posted anything or been active on the site, but hey, what can I say? I've this and one other to leave for your perusal. No promises of when, but I'll have more again, sometime. Everyone's over eighteen and the story is entirely fictional, as are the towns mentioned in Ohio. I understand that it's long, but I didn't want to post it in segments, so hang in there. Thanks for reading - Tyzmartar */ "Tina, you ought to let me give you a ride home." "Listen, Chris, you know I have a boyfriend. Just drop it. I only live five blocks away and I can make it there just fine." Tina wasn't necessarily a bitch, but she seemed most of the way there sometimes. She was a pretty good looking young woman, and she knew it. It was her vanity that was causing her to believe that Chris was hitting on her. Though he certainly thought that the girl was attractive, getting in her pants wasn't his motivation for wanting to walk her home. "I'm not trying to get a date. I'm just worried about you, five blocks is five blocks. You ought to hear some of the things that those guys out there say about you. Why don't you give your boyfriend a call and have him come pick you up? At least on the weekends like this. Half of those drunk-asses that you served tonight can't think straight, and I don't trust them." Chris and Tina worked in a small restaurant called Whitmore's. It wasn't fancy, but it was popular, considering it was was still open after the bars had closed. The hours led to a fair amount of business as well as a building full of drunks at two in the morning. There were three waitresses, a cook, a dishwasher/busboy, and a manager. They had the place cleaned up and buttoned down, ready to call it a night. "I'm not calling Luke to come get me. If I wake him up, he'll be mad. Besides, it only takes a few minutes to walk home. Relax, would ya? Why don't you give Erin a ride home? Maybe if she got laid once in a while she wouldn't be in such a bad mood all the time." Chris thought it somewhat amusing that Tina assumed that just because you get a ride home with some guy that a woman was indebted to have sex with him. He just shook his head and gave in. "Fine, go get raped, kidnapped, murdered, whatever. Don't say I didn't warn ya." "Oh my god! Are you my mother or what?" Tina responded, thrusting a small wad of bills into his hand. Chris, being the busboy, made a percentage of her tips. "Later." She took off out of the break room, nearly running over Erin and Cindy, the other two waitresses. Chris counted his money and received his take from the other two. He frowned in disappointment. "Twelve bucks, Erin? Sixteen, Cindy? Tina gave me like thirty." "Yeah, well, I don't rub my boobs on people and dress like a total whore," Erin replied. Chris and Cindy laughed. "Whatever the reason, you two ladies need to step it up. I can't pay for my Grandma's kidney transplant with this," he said. Cindy stopped laughing. "We're on the top step already. If you need money that bad, we could always cut your kidney out and sell it," Cindy suggested. Chris raised his eyebrows and feigned shock. "Well, if you put it that way, I guess you guys did fine. I'll tell Gramma that it's just her time. Let me walk you out to the parking lot. I haven't liked the look of the crowd out there lately." Whitmore's wasn't located in the brightest part of town. Unlike Tina, Erin and Cindy were aware of the dangers of a lone woman out at night. The chances of getting killed on their way to their cars seemed slim, but they still thought it was kind of nice that Chris always walked them out. "I wish Tina would let me give her a ride home. I don't think it's safe for her to walk, especially at night. She seems to think that all I want to do is have sex with her, though," he told the women as they walked to the lot. "And you wouldn't?" Cindy asked, with a smirk. "Uh, she's not really my type," he replied. "Oh, so clueless sluts aren't your type? I didn't think it got any easier than that," Erin commented. "Don't get me wrong, I like clueless sluts just as much as the next guy. I don't think Tina's really a slut, but she is clueless sometimes. That's why I'm worried about her. You guys ought to ease up, she's not that bad." Cindy and Erin had worked with Chris for quite a long time, Tina was somewhat of a new recruit. The waitress before her had moved on to greener pastures. They didn't seem as eager to warm up to the new girl as Chris was. "You're probably right, but she rubs me the wrong way. See you guys tomorrow?" The three of them parted ways and left in their respective vehicles. Chris drove back to his apartment that he shared with his sister. Her car was in the lot and he had talked to her earlier on the phone, so that he knew that she was home, safe and sound. She did the same thing every day. One of the reasons that Chris was so protective of the women that he worked with was because of his sister. When she was younger, in her late teens, she was attacked while walking home from a friend's house late at night. She had never been the same since the incident, not that anyone would blame her. Since their parents had passed away and she didn't want to live alone, she had moved in with Chris. These days, they were both in their late twenties, Carrie a year older than her brother. Even though it was pushing four in the morning by the time Chris let himself into the apartment, Carrie was up waiting for him. She usually was. Carrie worked evenings keeping the books for a rather large department store and tried to keep the same hours that her brother did. They still didn't get to spend much time together, though. Chris worked during the day in the office of a company that sold electronic components. He was saving up for his dream of buying a place out in the country. They were actually getting close to being able to swing it. They had talked about it a lot, Carrie seemed to be on board with the idea. She liked the city even less than he did. Carrie smiled up at her brother from her perch on the couch. She was a pretty woman, even if she did have a purplish, lightning-bolt shaped scar running the length of her left cheek. "I made some popcorn, if you want some. I'm watching a show about strawberries." One thing about four in the morning, there wasn't much on television. "I was thinking it would be nice if we could grow some when we move." Chris kicked off his shoes and joined his sister on the couch. "Strawberries, huh? I've never been a big strawberry guy, really. I was thinking maybe some potatoes and corn. Have like a real garden, you know?" He reached into the popcorn bowl and grabbed a handful. "That sounds nice," Carrie agreed. "You know what I'm looking most forward to, though? A yard. Nice grass that we can mow and walk around in without our shoes on. I want to feel it tickle my toes." "I can tickle your toes," Chris said. He grabbed one of his sister's feet and began to tickle unmercifully, spilling a fair amount of popcorn in the process. Carrie howled with forced laughter. "Stop it, you ass! Stop, stop, you know I can't take it!" "I thought that's what you wanted. Just pretend that you're walking through our new yard," Chris said through his gritted teeth. It was taking a fair amount of effort to keep hold of his sister's leg. She was stronger than she looked. He made the mistake of letting up for an instant and Carrie was able to wiggle free. With some sort of a mixed-martial arts move, she had Chris flipped over on the floor with his arm pinned behind his back. He groaned with discomfort as she held him down. It was only a matter of seconds before he was tapping out frantically. All those self-defense classes had clearly paid off. "Did you learn your lesson, yet?" she asked into his ear. She had stopped breaking his arm but was still laying on his back. "Probably not, but do you think you could let me up?" "I don't know, it's kind of comfy laying here," she replied. "You can lay on me all you want, but let's get off the floor. It's hard, and someone spilled popcorn all over it." Carrie sighed as she rolled off his back and onto her feet. "Yeah, I wonder whose fault that was. I'll get the broom." After the popcorn was cleaned up, the two were back on the couch to catch the rest of the strawberry documentary. Carrie was leaning heavily on her brother, her head on his shoulder. "Are we really gonna do it? Move to the country one of these days?" she asked. "Yeah, of course we are. We've been saving our money up and living in this dump, haven't we?" "I know. But don't you ever want to get married and have kids? I mean, you don't want to just spend the rest of your life with me, do you?" "Na, I don't have time for that, and I have to have you to keep me in line. Besides, do you know what you have to do to have kids? It's disgusting," he replied. Carrie chuckled and put a hand on his chest. "I bet with the right person, it wouldn't be disgusting. I imagine it would be wonderful. I want to be an aunt some day." "You don't ever want to be a mommy? You'd make a good one." "That's not gonna happen. I can't after..." "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have asked. I didn't mean anything by it," Chris quickly cut her off. "No, don't worry about it. It happened. Sure, I don't feel all that comfortable around men, but maybe I just haven't found the right one. I couldn't have a baby, even if I tried, though. Can't make one anymore." Chris put his arm around his sister. That was the first that he had heard of that. "I'm sorry, Carrie. I didn't know that. I'm just an asshole." He felt like a piece of crap. "You just didn't know, is all. Mom was the only one who knew. You're not an asshole, you're the best." Chris leaned down and kissed his sister on her temple. "You are too, Carrie. We'll be out of this shit-hole before you know it. The only thing that we'll have to worry about is when to water the strawberries." "I love you, Chris." "I love you, too." ***** It wasn't quite a week later, on a Thursday, when Chris found himself alone with Tina in the break room. Whitmore's wasn't nearly as busy on the bar shift during the middle of the week, so the two actually had some time to take their break. "So what makes you wanna work in a place like this? You still going to school?" Chris asked. "No, I ain't going to school. I'm working here cause I needed a job. How 'bout you? You going to college?" "No, I graduated a few of years ago. This is my second job, I work in an office during the day." "Damn, that must suck. Why the two jobs? Don't you ever get to sleep?" she asked. "Sure, I sleep when I get out in the afternoon, take a nap when I leave here. Been saving up to get out of the city." "What, you wanna be a farmer or somethin'?" "Heh, something like that, I guess. I just want to see some grass and trees and not have to worry about getting run over every time I step outside." "That would be nice, I guess," Tina agreed. "You got a place picked out?" "Not yet. I was thinking maybe someplace with seasons, you know, like winter and fall and all that. I kind have gotten sick of getting fried by the sun year round," he explained. "So it's kind of still in the dream stages, then?" "You could say that. But it's a nice dream." "I dream about winning the lottery, but that's probably not gonna happen." Tina glanced up at the clock. "I guess I should get back out there before Erin takes all my tables." It was a while later, Chris was finishing up a set of dishes and listening to Hank, the cook, talk about his list of celebrities that he had come up with that he would love to bang. It was fairly interesting, considering some of the reasons he was coming up with as to why. "Yeah, definitely Karen Gillian. We could do it in a phone booth and I'd make her call me the Doctor," Hank said. "I don't know who that is or what you're talking about, Hank." "Doctor Who? He's a guy that travels through space and time and saves the universe. He always has some sexy little thing with him. Plus, she has a sexy accent. Irish or Scottish or something. You'd really dig her," Hank explained. "Well, I'll take your word for it. Let me know how you make out," Chris said. It was harder for him to stay amused when he didn't know who Hank was talking about. Hank set a plate of food on the counter and Tina came in just in time to pick it up. "Hey Tina, you watch Doctor Who?" "What the fuck is that?" she asked back. "You guys have no appreciation of fine, foreign sitcoms," was all Hank had to say. Tina fixed her tray and prepared to leave. "Oh, Chris, there's a girl out there that wants to see you when you get a minute. She's at six." Chris thought that it was probably his sister. She came in once in a while, usually when it wasn't busy so they'd have a chance to chat. He pulled his apron off and went out for a quick word. Technically, he wasn't supposed to, but his manager was cool about such things, especially when the place wasn't packed. "I've already taken mine, so I'm taking your break, Hank. Be back in five." Chris slid into a booth across the table from his sister. She smiled over at him, the way that she always did. "So what's going on tonight?" "Nothing. Feeling restless and too lazy to cook, so I thought I'd come and see you," Carrie said. "I've got a few minutes, things are pretty much caught up. How was work?" "Boring, normal, I guess. I was looking online at some places in New York. You still want to get snowed on?" she asked. "Sure. Can you grow strawberries in New York?" "Oh yes." The two spoke for a while until Tina brought out Carrie's food. Chris retreated to the kitchen and told her he'd see her when he got home. Tina followed closely behind. "Hey Tina, you ever have sex in a phone booth?" Hank asked from behind the grill. Erin was there, picking up an order. She got quite a chuckle over the question. "Fuck you, Hank. Got an order here," she said, putting a ticket on the counter. "So Chris, what did ya do to your girlfriend? Break a beer bottle over her face?" Chris didn't like the question at all. He realized the girl didn't know any better, but that was no excuse for being so rude. Truth was, she did get a bottle broken over her face, but it was a whiskey bottle and it almost killed her. "She's not my girlfriend." "Oh, could have fooled me, the way you were drooling over her. Just a hooker then, maybe her pimp did that to her?" Tina was still joking, but it was really pissing Chris off to no end. "You know what, Tina? You don't know a damn thing about her. She's my sister. If you wanna say something else about her, go ahead. I'll come over there and slap the bitch out of ya." Tina kept her mouth shut. She wasn't used to actually feeling bad about anything that she said to people. She had to admit, though, it was a bit embarrassing to be put in her place like that. She walked out of the kitchen and back to the floor. "You all right, Chris?" Erin walked over and asked. "Yeah, just got pissed for a second." "Want me to take her out back after our shift's over and beat the shit out of her? 'Cause really, I was thinking about doing it anyway," she offered. "Naw, it's not her fault, she just didn't know any better. It probably wouldn't do any good to beat her up, she wouldn't understand why. I think I got my point across. I didn't really mean to yell at her like that, though." "Aw, you got to get mad sometimes. Otherwise you wouldn't be a human being. I've wondered about you. You don't smoke, you don't drink, you never go out. All you do is work. Nice to see that you're human," she said. Chris smiled. "Oh Erin, my dear. Such words are poetry. If you weren't married I think I'd try to take you home with me." "Hey, don't let that stop you. You never know when I might have a moment of weakness." Erin smiled back. He was pretty sure that she wasn't joking but he had no desire to break up a marriage. Later that night, or early the next morning, depending on how you looked at it, Chris walked Erin to her car in the pouring rain. They hurried up and said their goodbyes, then he jumped in his. He was about to pull out of the parking lot when he spotted Tina standing under the canopy in the front of the building. Feeling guilty, he turned around and pulled up within earshot. "Hey! Do you want a ride?" he called. Tina shook her head. "No, I'll be alright. I'll just wait until it stops." The rain was coming down in buckets and vicious streaks of lightening darted through the sky. "You could be standing there forever, let me give you a ride." Tina frowned, thinking about it for a second, then sprinted to the passenger's side of the car. She threw herself in the seat and shivered from the cold of the rain. "It only rains like twice a year and it has to do it right when I get out of work," she complained. "Yeah, funny how things work out sometimes. Listen, I want to apologize for yelling at you earlier. Which way?" he asked, heading back to the street. Tina told him which way to turn. "You don't have to, I feel bad, I shouldn't have said what I said. Besides, Luke yells at me all the time, I'm used to it." "Why does he yell at you all the time?" "I don't know. I do a lot of dumb things, I guess. So, um, you're not mad at me?" she asked. "Na. I was mad for a second, but I know you were just joking. It's just that Carrie, she's my sister, is really a nice person, and uh, when you called her a hooker it made me mad," he tried to explain. "I really didn't mean it, and I'm sure she's nice. I'm sorry. This is me here," she said, pointing to a building coming up on their right. Chris pulled over. "See you later. No hard feelings, alright?" Tina opened the door and got ready to step out. "No hard feelings. Thanks for the lift." Chris waited until he saw that she was safely inside the building and headed for home. Carrie was up and waiting for him in front of the TV again. He plopped down on the couch beside her. "You don't have to wait up for me all the time, you know." He had said the same thing a thousand times. "You mean you don't want to rush home to see my smiling face waiting for you?" "Of course I do. You simply light up my life," he replied. "Oh please, do go on. I like to hear about how wonderful I am. I like your new waitress, by the way. She seems pretty nice," she said. "Yeah, I got in a fight with her tonight. She called you a hooker." "Oh. I mean I hate the new waitress. She seems like such a bitch. Why would she do that?" Carrie asked, sitting up. Chris went on to tell the whole story. "Ah, she's just a dumb kid. Besides, I can imagine some of the things that you and Hank have probably said about people when you're back there in the kitchen. It's just human nature to be a jerk sometimes," Carrie theorized. "Yeah, you're right. Speaking of the kitchen, I think I'm wearing parts of a lot of stuff that came out of there. I'm gonna hit the shower and take a nap." Chris woke up once a couple of hours before his alarm had gone off. Carrie was curled up beside him on his bed. They never talked about it, but sometimes during the night, his sister would sneak into his room and sleep with him. It didn't seem weird or sexual in any way, at least it didn't seem weird to them. It wasn't something that he talked about over the water cooler at the office, though. He never talked about much at the office, really. He just stayed tucked in his cubicle and typed away the hours until it was time to punch out. Judging from his alarm clock, he had all that to look forward to in about two and a half hours. He snuggled a little closer to Carrie and shut his eyes. From the City to Simmons ***** Friday nights at Whitmore's was always exciting during the bar shift. The police made two visits that night. One to break up a fist fight between two customers, and one to pick up an inebriated lady who had puked all over herself and passed out. Apparently, the people that she came in with thought it was prudent to just skip out and leave her there. Chris had the honors of cleaning up the mess in both instances. He did it without complaint, it's not like he hadn't seen it before. He was always amazed that the manager, Sidney (everyone called him Sid) was able to keep the place together and running somewhat smoothly. He was always equally impressed with the waitresses who seemed to somehow make sense of the insanity around them and keep people, for the most part, pleased. Far more exciting than the office. "Well crew, we're alive," Sid announced. They were all gathered in the break room before they threw down their aprons and headed for home. Except for Hank, he did that a long time ago. "I am?" Cindy asked, raising her head from the break table. "Yeah, you made it. You guys did good, too. Now for the million dollar question. Who wants to stay and shampoo the carpets while I do inventory?" "Oh come on Sid, is it that time of the month already? I'm going home." Erin said. "I'm beat, I am too," Cindy said. "I'm afraid so. Look it slipped my mind or I would have asked earlier. How 'bout you, Chris? You don't have to work in the morning, do you? I know how you like to scrub things." Sid turned to Chris with hope in his eyes. "Heh, that's true. There's nothing more that I'd rather do than soak up human fluids and undigested food after a twenty-hour work day. Count me in, coach," he said. "That's the spirit. I'll buzz through the inventory as fast as I can, then I'll help. We'll try to knock it out before daylight." "I'll stay and help." It was Tina. No one really expected her to volunteer. She was usually the first one to leave. "Really? Great. Why don't you and Chris go get started? He'll show you what you're up against," Sid said. "Yeah, just give me second. Let me walk the girls out and call home. I'll be ready in like five minutes," Chris said. He left with Erin and Cindy to the parking lot. "So, maybe you won her heart by telling her you would slap the 'bitch' out of her," Erin suggested. "Yeah, I heard about that. That's funny," Cindy said. "I doubt I've won her heart. She probably just needs the extra money." "I don't know, she was pretty nice to you tonight. You might be softening her up," Cindy said. "Maybe, who knows? Maybe tomorrow night I can tell you what she looks like naked." "Oh, you pig! Trust me, I don't need to know. She doesn't leave a whole lot to the imagination, the way she dresses sometimes. Just wear protection, I'd hate to have you miss work after your dick falls off," Cindy advised. "We don't want to have you miss a shift. No one can scrape up a big pile of puke like you," Erin agreed. "You guys are too kind, concerned about my health like that. But seriously, try to be nice to her. She's not that bad." Chris bid farewell to the girls and called his sister on his cell before heading back inside. He found Tina and explained to her what they had to do. He had done it many times before. They were in the process of stacking chairs on the tables when Tina spoke. "So, do you have a girlfriend?" "No, don't have time for one," he replied. "Someone must be home waiting for you. Who'd you have to call, then?" she asked. "Aren't you the nosy one?" "Sorry, I don't mean to be nosy, just wondering I guess," Tina said in her defense. "Naw, it's all right. I just called Carrie, let her know I'd be late," he said. "Carrie? Your sister? You live with her?" "Yeah, she doesn't like living alone, so we share an apartment," he explained. "Oh. Is it because of...well you know, what happened to her face?" she asked. Chris looked at Tina. This was starting to get fairly personal. He didn't detect any animosity, so he decided that he would answer. "Yeah. She got hurt pretty bad when we were teenagers. Got jumped walking home from her friend's one night. She stayed home 'til our parents passed away, now she lives with me. Makes her feel safe, she says. I don't know why I would make her feel safe though, she's tougher than hell. Been taking defense classes and fighting lessons and stuff for ten years. She tries them out on me once in a while and I'm pretty sure that I wouldn't be able to take her in a fight. No contest, really." "Really? She's not very big," Tina pointed out. "Yeah, but she's like a ball of muscle. And she's fast, like a damn cat or something. I try not to make her mad." "Yeah, I guess not. I hope I never make her mad, I wish I was tough like that. It might be fun to learn how to fight," Tina said, as they moved to the next set of tables. She lowered her tone for the next question. "That's why you always walk Erin and Cindy to their cars and want to give me a ride home, isn't it?" "Well yeah, I already told you that. You got to be careful around here after dark." "So, it's kind of both of your dreams to move out to the country then? I think that's nice. It's nice of you to take care of your sister like that." Tina said. Chris had to smile at her. "Why Tina, you're making me feel all mushy inside. I'll be shampooing with my own tears if you don't cut it out." "Don't make fun of me, I'm trying to be nice," she said. She was smiling, too. "You are being very nice, and I appreciate it. You ever think about getting out of the city?" "Not really, I guess. Sometimes I...well it's silly," Tina began. "What's silly? It doesn't hurt to dream a little bit," Chris pointed out. Tina chuckled a little. "I've always wanted a pony. I saw some on a ranch when I was little and I kind of fell in love with them. They were ponies, not horses. They were just so cute. I got to feed one an apple. I didn't get a chance to ride one, but I thought that one day, I might have my own and I could ride it wherever I wanted. I know it's silly, all little girls like ponies, right? I still think about it sometimes. I know it probably won't ever happen, but like you said, it doesn't hurt to dream a little." "A pony's not a bad dream at all. Sounds doable. I'm not big on farm animals, but I thought I might get a dog. You know, something that could bark and scare the bears away when we're working in the garden," he said. "You're weird." They spent the next couple of hours completing their assigned task. Sid never did make an appearance, he stayed hidden behind the scenes. They vacuumed, then Chris broke out the shampooer. It was an ancient beast of a thing that Dr. Frankenstein had originally developed for cleaning castle floors, though it worked just fine for the dining area. They set up some fans before they left so things would dry out before opening later. "Well," Tina began, looking out the window, "it's still dark. I'd probably let you give me a ride home if it makes you feel better." "Sure." ***** It was just before dawn when Chris made it back to his apartment. For once, it seemed that Carrie wasn't waiting up for him. He peaked into her room to make sure the she was safely in bed before he took a shower. She was. She was dressed only in panties and a bra, laying on top of her covers. Her chest was heaving gently in rhythm with her sleeping breath. She was in amazing physical shape, as Chris could plainly see. She normally didn't dress like that for bed. She had shoulder-length brown hair that was usually kept in a pony tail or a bun, but here it was draped across her face while she lay partially on her side. He wasn't sure how long it was that he stood in her doorway staring at her before he snapped out of it and went in to shower. Some things were just too difficult not to look at. Chris finished his shower and retired to his room. He flipped on the light and froze in his tracks. Carrie was there, in his bed, this time under the covers. He was naked. "Hi," she said. He quickly flipped the light back off. It still wasn't light enough outside to see clearly in his bedroom without it. He covered himself with his hands. "What are you up to, Carrie? Come on, I'm naked here. You were in your room a minute ago." His mind was racing. He was wondering just what it was that she had in mind. "I heard you in the shower and thought I'd wait for you here. I like to sleep next to you. Put on some boxers, then you won't be naked anymore. Or don't. It doesn't look like you have anything to be ashamed of." "You're terrible," he replied, grabbing some boxers out of his drawer and sliding them on. "It's not like you didn't just stand there for like ten minutes and stare at me. I ought to be able to get a peek every now and then." He felt his face turning red, knowing that he had been busted staring at his sister in bed. "Well, you at least had underwear on." "Do you want me to take them off so that you can get a better look?" "Carrie, come on. I just wanted to check and make sure you were home before I took a shower, then I just, I don't know. Lost my train of thought or something. You're easy on the eyes, you know?" "I'm just picking on you a little bit. You're allowed to look at me, if you want. It makes me feel pretty. It's not like you have to tell anyone about it. Now come to bed, you must be exhausted." Chris crawled into bed without being sure exactly what it was that he was feeling. He wasn't all that sure about what he had just seen or heard, for that matter. Maybe the fumes from the cleaner that he had used on the carpet had gotten to him. He knew that he loved his sister. He was sure that he found her physically appealing. He just wasn't all that sure that he should combine the two feelings. Carrie seemed relieved when Chris got into bed. She rolled over and put her head on his chest. "Are you okay, Chris?" "I'm alright. Just feeling a little...conflicted, I guess." "Because we're in bed together? I've slept in your bed lots of times." she pointed out. "I know. I guess I was just looking at things a little differently, is all." "What do you mean?" she asked. "I mean, this could turn into like a sexual thing," he explained. "Do you want it to be?" she asked, running her fingers through the short, curly hair on his chest. "I don't know. I think so. I love you, I know that. I wouldn't want to do anything that would possibly change that. What would you think if we did?" "Do you even have to ask that? I'm throwing myself at you. If we have sex, I wouldn't love you any less. I would only love you more because you'd be pleasing me. And you'd be letting me please you. What's wrong with that if we love each other?" she asked. What tiny bit of resistance that Chris had to the idea had melted away. "Well, can I see you then? You know, totally naked?" Carrie didn't say anything. She rolled out from under the covers and stood by the edge of the bed. She studied her brother's face while she unsnapped her bra and let it drop to the floor. With a coy smile she turned and bent at the waist while she lowered her panties. "You're so beautiful, Carrie. I've wondered about how you would look, but I never really thought that I'd have a chance to see it." "Is that all you thought about doing was getting a look?" she asked. "Well, if you get back in bed, I could probably show you what all I thought about." Carrie slid back into bed and crawled on top of her brother. "I've thought about some things, too." She kissed the crook of his neck while he wrapped his arms around her. "I wondered if I would ever be able to make love again and enjoy it. I wondered if I would ever feel comfortable enough with a man again to even try. I wondered how on earth I was ever going to find a man that I could love. Then I realized, a long time ago this was, that I was totally in love with you. You feel it too, don't you?" "I guess I've known for a while now that I love you, Carrie. I mean like really love you. I never would have dared to try anything like this, though." "I know you wouldn't, but I'm ready. I am so ready. You've always taken care of me and made sure that I'm never scared or lonely. You've always come home to me every night even though I know that there's women out there that would love to have you in their beds. It's time that I take care of you the way that a woman takes care of their man. I love you, Chris." She finished her speech by bringing her lips to his and kissing with all of her might. Chris was feeling light-headed after listening to his sister confess her love. He had certainly never heard a woman say such things to him before, he was being hit with a feeling that he had never experienced. He was able to respond when she eventually broke her kiss. "I think we were meant to be, Carrie. I love you so much right now it feels...well, I've never felt anything like it. I just love you." Carrie groaned her approval as she and her brother rolled on the bed, switching places. He quickly slid his boxers off and kicked them backwards onto the floor, the sight of his naked erection causing her to sigh with arousal. She had been dreaming of it, hoping for it, now she was actually going to get to feel it. He wasn't an overly large man physically, slightly less than six feet tall, maybe one hundred and eighty pounds. His penis, though not grossly out of proportion to the rest of his body, looked large on his frame. It was around seven, possibly nearing eight inches in length, and what made it look so large was its impressive girth. Quite a transformation from when it was flaccid. She hadn't ever seen it when it was like it was just then. "Oh my god Chris, you're huge!" "Is that going to be a problem?" He sure as hell hoped not. He never had any complaints before, but he paused with the head resting against the entrance to her pussy. The slickness and heat coming from his sister was causing him to use considerable will power to keep himself from just plunging all the way in. Carrie had been mostly blinded and nearly unconscious during the terrible assault that she went through all those years ago. The memories of the rape were foggy at best. The last erection that she actually remembered seeing belonged to her high school boyfriend and it looked nothing like what Chris was about to put in her. She wasn't frightened at all, just kind of shocked. Chris was definitely no kid, he was a man. "No, I just had no idea. Don't stop now." She had a toy that she used occasionally that was nearly comparable in size. It would definitely fit. She just never thought that she would see something like that attached to a human being unless she was looking at it on her computer screen. That was the confirmation that Chris needed, still, he exercised some restraint. He pushed into her slowly, enjoying the silky sensation as he filled her inch by inch. His sister sighed with pleasure, gripping him tight with her legs behind his once he was all the way in. It felt amazing to be stretched in all the right ways, she just wanted to keep him from moving for a moment so that she could adjust to his size. Chris showered her with kisses while Carrie kept him clamped with her legs. Her strength always surprised him. For her size, she was a force to be reckoned with. "Okay baby?" he asked into her ear. "Better than that. Just liking how it feels." "So do I." Eventually, Carrie relaxed her leg clamp which allowed her brother to move. He began to pump into her at a relaxed pace, looking down at the contorting features of her face. She was either a good actress, or she was really enjoying herself. If she felt anything like he did, then it was the latter. As Carrie began to moan and move into each of his thrusts, he started moving faster. "Oh, right there!" she urged, "fuck yes." Soon he was slamming into her, and she was convulsing in orgasm around his cock. She was staring up at him with half-closed eyes when she felt him shoot his load deep into her. Three massive spurts coated her insides and dribbled out around the sides of her brother's cock and dripped from her pussy into the crack of her ass. "Oh my god, Carrie. Oh man." He slipped it in and out very slowly a few more times, then rolled onto his back beside her. He kissed her breasts as he nuzzled into her chest. They weren't large, not much more than a handful, but they were exquisitely firm. She cradled his head in one of her arms while she reached down to feel what was oozing from her body. "Oh, I needed that," she announced, running the fingers of her other hand through his hair. She picked up her free hand and examined her fingers covered with his sperm in the growing light of dawn creeping in through the window. "Do you always cum so much?" "It's been a while. And you felt so good." "You'll never have to go a while ever again. I'll be here to make you feel good. You just made me feel like a woman again. A real woman." "You've always been a real woman, Carrie. You just needed a little reminder is all." He continued to suckle her breast. "Hmm. Let me know when you're ready to remind me again." ***** "Can't you just call in sick or something?" Carrie whined. "I can't. I don't want to leave them hangin' on a Saturday night. Besides, all the money goes in the piggy bank. We've got all tomorrow to off. I'm sure you'll survive 'til then, won't you?" "I guess so. Don't work too hard," she advised, giving him a kiss before he left. Chris was on a cloud all his own, his mind was a million miles away while he slaved behind a giant pile of dishes. He couldn't keep thoughts of Carrie out of his head. It was amazing how good it felt to actually realize that he was in love with her. That's why he didn't notice that Erin was trying to talk to him until she was poking him in the middle of the back. "Oh sorry, daydreaming. What's up?" he asked. "I was wondering if you went through with your plan to slap Tina around." Chris looked around to see Tina placing several plates onto her tray from the counter. "No, I didn't slap her around. Why do you say that?" "She's got a black eye. I asked her where she got it from and she told me that she didn't want to talk about it and hasn't said two words since," Erin explained. Chris shrugged his shoulders. "She looks fine to me." "I can see through all that makeup, honey. You ought to talk to her when we die down a little. She's kind of your project, she likes you. Besides, I'm dying to know how she got it. Someone got sick of her bitchiness, I bet." "Just when I thought you were starting to care about her. All right, I'll do it. I'll get your gossip for you, you friggin' junky," Chris said. "You're the best, Chris." "I know." It was quite a while before Chris found himself alone with Tina so that he could talk to her. The restaurant was its usual circus for the first part of the night. They were in the break room again. "So, how's the world been treating you today?" he asked. "Fine." "I see our wonderful shampoo job lasted all of about one day. A guy in Cindy's section knocked a whole plate of chili fries on the floor." "Yeah, I saw that." She didn't seem like she really wanted to talk. "So where did that black eye come from?" Chris decided he should just ask instead of fooling around. "How could you even tell that I have one?" she asked. "To tell you the truth, I didn't notice. Erin told me." "That bitch! Why can't she just mind her own business?" Tina spat. "Hey, calm down. You got to expect her to be curious, I mean if you get a black eye, people are gonna ask about it. I'm curious about it. Are you all right?" Tina sighed. "I guess. I just don't want to talk about it right now. Besides, if I tell you then you all will just talk about me behind my back." From the City to Simmons "Fair enough. We do like to gossip about one another. Did you know that Cindy saw Hank go into a strip club last week?" Chris said shaking his head from side to side. "The kind where they'll give you a 'special dance' for fifty bucks in the back room." Tina smiled a little. "That's not really gossip is it? I think I heard him bragging about it the next day." "Damn. That's all I've really got. If I hear anything juicy, I'll let you know. The girls saying anything interesting about me?" Chris asked. "I don't talk to them a whole lot. I don't think they like me much 'cause I'm hot and they're old." Chris had to choke back his laughter, especially when he saw the puzzled look on Tina's face. She was serious. She wasn't all that far off from the truth, either. "Wow. You are very attractive, but I don't think either one of them are even thirty yet. I think they're still in their late twenties." "Yeah, I know. I just said they're old," said Tina, amused at his reaction. Chris couldn't control himself; he had to let the laughter out. Tina watched him with a smile until he eventually calmed down. "How old do you think I am? Like retirement age? How old are you?" he asked. "I don't know. You look like you're twenty-five, twenty-six. I'm nineteen." "Well I'm twenty-seven. Doesn't that make me old, too?" "It's different with guys. You won't be old for a while," she explained. "That's a relief. Do you think that I should tell Erin and Cindy that they're old? I mean, they might not even realize it. If they knew, maybe they could make some adjustments so they wouldn't have such intemperate dispositions." "What? Are you making fun of me? I think if you tell them they're old they'll just get mad. Especially if you tell them I said it." "No, I'm not making fun of you. Well...maybe I am. But only because I think it's so damn funny. I'm not gonna tell them they're old, I'm not that brave. Don't be too harsh with them, I think they're starting to like you a little." Chris wanted the waitresses to get along, even if he had to lie to them to get it to happen. "They are?" Tina asked. "Sure." "I'm not sure if I believe you or not." Tina squinted her eyes and studied Chris, trying to get a read on him. "All right. I like you and I want them to like you. I like them and I want you to like them. It's just easier to work here when we all get along." "You're weird." "I know. I can't help it. Hey, before I forget, I told my sister that you seemed interested in self defense. She said that she'd take you to see one of the classes, if you wanted," he said. "Yeah, I don't know. I don't think Luke would want me to do something like that." He probably wouldn't want to let you get any ideas, like it's possible to fight back. "Well, if he ever changes his mind, let me give you Carrie's number." Chris scribbled his sister's phone number on the back of a napkin and slid it over to Tina. She started to reach for it, then her arm froze in mid-air. "This isn't your number, right?" "No, it's Carrie's, like I said. Why do you ask?" "I thought you might be trying to trick me into calling you," she said, stuffing the napkin in her pocket. "Heh, I see you almost every night. I don't need to trick you to talk to you. Now you're the one that's weird. You don't have to call it if you're afraid that you might accidentally talk to me." "No, it's not that. I like talking to you..." Cindy came walking in and eyed the two suspiciously. "Are you ever gonna finish your break?" Chris sighed and looked up at the clock. "I suppose it's about that time. Let's go Tina. Get out there and make me some money." The rest of the night didn't go too badly, there were no fist fights or vomit, at least. Chris was walking the girls back to their cars. Tina was with them, apparently accepting the fact that Chris was going to give her a ride home. "What are you guys up to today? Anyone want to come over later, have some beers, watch football?" Cindy asked. "Maybe Steve and I could drop by," Erin said. "I think I'm going to stay in bed," Chris replied. "How 'bout you, Tina?" Tina seemed surprised at the invitation. "I'd like to, but Luke probably has plans." "All right. See ya." By the time Chris had dropped Tina off and got back home, he was ready for that day in bed. For the most part, his body had gotten used to the schedule that he kept, but every once in a while it caught up to him. That's what Sundays were for. Carrie was sitting at their tiny kitchen table, staring at a plate of cupcakes. Chris walked over and kissed her on the forehead. Carrie smiled up at him. "I've been waiting for you. I made some cupcakes. I'm not sure why, but it seems like it took forever for you to get done. Are you okay?" "Yeah, I'm fine. Tired. How are you?" Chris asked. His sister seemed tense or nervous or something. "I've been thinking about us. I was hoping that I did the right thing yesterday. Have you thought about it at all? Have any regrets?" "I thought about us a lot. It was about all I thought about. I think what we did was wonderful, I don't regret a thing. If we're not allowed to be in love, then I don't think anyone should. Do you know what I thought most about? How nice it was going to be to come back home to you again. Are you having second thoughts?" he asked, rubbing her shoulders. "No, not at all. I was just worried that you might freak out or something after you had time to think about it for a while. I'm glad you're home. Try a cupcake. Don't worry, I had one a while ago and haven't died yet." Neither one of them were what you could consider to be a chef or a baker. Chris took a seat and grabbed a cupcake. He didn't much feel like eating one, but he did anyway. "Hey, it's not too bad. You know Tina, right?" "Sure." "I gave her your number. Told her that you would take her to see one of your classes, she seemed interested in them. She probably won't call, but I thought I'd let you know." "Oh? Anything else you got me set up to do that I should know about? What makes you think that I'd take her?" Carrie asked. "Because you're sweet and wonderful and I thought if I asked you nicely that you would. I like the girl or I wouldn't have said anything to her," he explained. Carrie sighed. "I am sweet and wonderful. Do you like her or do you just like watching her tits bounce around?" "Both, really. Those babies are earners. You ought to see the tips she gets. But seriously, she came to work with a black eye tonight. I think her boyfriend's been slapping her around." "That's terrible. Did she tell you that?" "No, but I'm pretty sure he had something to do with it. You should hear her talk about him, makes me sick. 'Luke wouldn't like that', 'I can't go because Luke probably has plans'. It just bugs me. If she does call, do you promise to be nice to her?" he asked. "Well, it would bug anybody. Of course I'll be nice to her. You got to realize though, with girls like Tina, it's not likely that she'll just all of a sudden decide to stand up to this guy. It takes a lot of women a long time to get out of an abusive relationship. I've listened to a lot of stories. It might help her more to sit in on a group session or two." Chris realized that Carrie knew what she was talking about. She definitely had more knowledge about abused women than he did. "That's why I was hoping that she would call and talk to you. Before something terrible happens to her. I've heard enough horror stories from you to know that she's headed down a bad road. She's only nineteen." "I hope she calls. You really like her, don't you?" she asked softly. "Yeah. Not as much as I like you, don't worry. Do you want to spend the day in bed with me, or do you have something planned?" "You're the only thing on my schedule. Especially after last night." She got out of her chair and kissed his forehead as he swallowed the last bit of cupcake. "But you have to have your shower first. I know you like working at the restaurant and the extra cash it brings us, but you always come home smelling like leftovers." "Yeah, one of the perks." The heat of the kitchen and the humidity that he was exposed to by standing next to the dishwasher for most of the night cooked a myriad of aromas into his clothing. Not many of them were pleasant. Carrie knew better than her brother, probably. His sense of smell had grown mostly immune to it. Hers didn't. And she did the laundry. "If you want, I could help you. Make sure you're nice and clean," she suggested. Chris thought that was a great idea. They went down the hall to the bathroom and stripped off their clothes. They had a chance to fully examine each other's bodies under the bright fluorescent lights. Carrie started the water, adjusted the temperature, and the two stepped inside. She was three or four inches shorter than her brother, so she had to crane her neck upwards to receive his kiss, feeling his growing cock rub against her muscled tummy. It was a magnificent cock, truly worthy of bragging about to the other girls at the gym. Too bad she wasn't able to, since it belonged to her brother. Just as well, really. If she did say anything there would probably be a line of women waiting to break down their door. They took their time in the shower, scrubbing and rinsing, lots of gentle rubbing. He loved how the water streamed down her pelvis and dripped off the glistening folds of her pussy. It was beautiful, her muscle tone, the way she was waxed. There was however, a series of small blemishes. In addition to the scar on her cheek from the bottle that was smashed against her face, there was a cluster of scars on her lower abdomen from being stabbed a half-dozen times with a small switchblade. If he hadn't known what they were from, they wouldn't have bothered him so much. Some animal had done that to her when they were finished having their way with her semi-conscious body. It enraged him to think that anyone could have done such a thing to his beloved sister. She must have sensed a change in his mood. "Is something wrong?" "No, everything is just right. I guess I get a little overwhelmed if I think about it too hard," he replied. She smiled. "Doesn't it feel good? When I finally felt brave enough to go in your room last night and we made love I felt like the weight of the world lifted off me." He grinned back at her. "You're braver than I am. I'm so glad you are, too. It does feel good. It feels good to be in love with you, to have you love me. The best feeling in the world." Hearing those words made Carrie go a little weak in the knees. She decided that they were both clean enough. It was time to dry off and get to the nearest bedroom, get a start on the day in bed. ***** Chris was finding it hard to believe that he had put himself through business college just so that he could land a job as a data analyst. The job was mind numbing at best, and as he drew closer to having his nest egg become big enough to fly the coop, it was becoming harder and harder to get up the ambition to go to it. Now that he had gotten closer to his sister, in every conceivable way, it pained him that he didn't get back home in time to see her at all after the office grind. He did his best to suck it up and get through the day. Not having to work at Whitmore's on Mondays made it the only day of the week where Chris would sit around and wait for his sister to come home. She only worked twenty-five to thirty hours a week, but it was enough to pay the rent and the utilities. That allowed them to stash away most of what Chris took in. He was daydreaming about her while laying on the couch when she called. "Hey, what's up?" he greeted. "Hi, baby. I just thought I'd call and let you know that I'm going to stop and pick up a pizza on the way home. Your girl Tina's gonna come over, too. That's alright isn't it?" she asked. "It's fine with me. How'd you ever get her to do that?" "She called and said that she wanted to talk about some things. I didn't really have to try and make her do anything. I'm going to pick her up on the way home," she said. "Okay, see ya in a few." It wasn't too long before Carrie came through the door, carrying the pizza. Tina followed behind her, carrying a couple bottles of soda. Diet, of course. Carrie had no problem making her brother eat cupcakes and pizza, but for some reason the added sugar of regular cola was against the rules. She set the pizza on the coffee table in the living room. "Hi kids. I'll grab us some plates," he said, heading to the kitchen. "Hi Chris." "Hey Chris. You guys have a lot of plants," Tina greeted. She was right, Carrie and her brother had accumulated quite a few house plants over the last couple of years. They had a multitude of shapes and sizes. They thought that they livened up the place. Chris came back from the kitchen and handed the girls each a paper plate. "Yeah, I think it helps the place look like less of a dump." "This place isn't a dump, it's nicer than mine, anyway. It's not some place that I pictured you living in." "Oh? Where did you think I lived?" Chris asked, taking a bite of his slice. "I don't know, like a library or something. Most of my friends' places always look like they've just had a party. Most of the time, that's true, though." Chris laughed and Carrie had a little chuckle. That caused Tina to smile, as well. Carrie poured herself something to drink and had to ask, "Why on earth would you picture Chris living in a library?" "'Cause he's so smart. I can just see him sitting around, reading all the time. You know, like the nerds in libraries do." "Well, he is kind of a nerd." "Thanks, Carrie," Chris said. "You know I love you," she replied with a wink. "So Tina, what brings you here to our happy home? I didn't really expect to see you, to tell you the truth. I kind of got the impression that you spent most of your free time with Luke." Chris was curious. "Yeah, well, Luke is...busy. Hopefully, he will be for a while. He got busted last night with a hooker and a bunch of coke. I hate that shit and I told him to stay away from it. When he was takin' the shit he felt like he couldn't do any wrong, but he was and he got caught. Called me and wanted me to bail him out. I think he's fine where he is. He'll be pissed if he does get out, but you know what? I don't care. I'm not gonna put up with that bullshit. One of his buddies stopped by and said he'd come pick up his stuff tomorrow. Probably be the last he'll ever see of any of that. All of his friends are scumbags." "Wow, Tina, sounds like you had an exciting weekend. You don't sound too upset about Luke getting popped. Seems like he'd be a good guy to stay away from," Carrie said. Chris found it hard to believe that Tina could be so matter of fact about her boyfriend, that she lived with, dealing cocaine, sleeping with a hooker, and getting incarcerated. He wondered if the girl was in shock or traumatized or something. He grabbed another slice from the box for himself and set another on Carrie's plate. "You better have another piece, Carrie, you're getting too skinny." Chris directed his attention to Tina. "I keep trying to fatten her up so I might have a chance to outrun her when she wants to try out some of her moves." "That won't work if you eat the same way. Besides, I never really hurt you, much." "I think it's great that you two get along. I had an older brother, I don't think that I could ever stand living with him. He was an asshole. My parents were assholes too," Tina said. "Carrie and I have always gotten along. I don't know why, exactly. She's pretty easy to live with. I take it you lost your parents, too?" Chris asked. "I don't know if their dead or not, if that's what you mean. I haven't seen or talked to them in five years. My stupid brother either. I got sick of it and walked out one day. Lived with my cousins 'til I turned eighteen." "I'm sorry to hear that. They ever try to get a hold of you or anything?" Chris asked. "Don't be. As far as I know, they haven't. Besides, I've done just fine without them," Tina replied. "Geez, Tina, you get along with anyone?" Carrie asked. Tina looked at her a little sideways. "I'm not trying to be mean, just sounds like you've had a rough go of it, is all." "I get along with people that are worth getting along with. We've all been through some shit at one point or another, I bet," Tina replied. The three continued talking through the night. Mostly it was about lighter subjects, though Carrie did tell some bits about her attack when she was younger. Both she and Chris tried to glean as much information about the arrest of Luke as they could; it was some juicy stuff even though Tina spoke of it as if she was telling them of the weather. Carrie also demonstrated on Chris how effective some of the self-defense tactics were that she had learned over the years. Eventually, they decided to call it an evening and Chris volunteered to drive Tina home. They got into his aging Toyota and hit the road. "You'd think that with all the money you make with the two jobs and all that you'd have a nicer ride," Tina joked. "Saving for the future, Tina. You can end up wasting thousands of dollars for a fancy set of wheels. This gets me from here to there just fine." "You guys are really gonna do it, huh? How long, do you think?" she asked. "I'm hoping after the year's up. Maybe in the spring." "That's cool. Thanks for having me over. I think Carrie's really nice. She's a lot like you. I felt kind of funny calling her, but I wanted to talk to you. I would have called you but Luke looks at my phone sometimes. That's why I didn't want your number. If he called it and you answered, he would have been pissed," she explained. "You don't seem all that upset or even surprised that he's in jail. Aren't you worried someone might bail him out?" Chris asked. "It's like his third or fourth possession charge, this time with intent to sell. It's like fifty grand to get him out. He doesn't know anyone with that kind of cash. Cops are supposed to call me if he gets out." "So, you think you'll be alright, then?" "Yeah, but uh, do you think I could get your number, too? I mean, it might be nice to hang out sometime and not talk about all the miserable shit in my life. I know you're busy all the time, so if you don't want to, I understand." "You can call me any time you want, Tina. Sundays are the only days I don't work. And Monday nights. I'm not all that fun to hang with, though. My favorite thing to do is just sit and relax," Chris said. "That's okay. I don't really need any excitement. Relaxing sounds fun, actually." Chris pulled up in front of Tina's building and brought the car to a stop. The clock on the dash said that it was nearing three in the morning. "Well, my dear, I guess I'll see you tonight. You got my number, right?" Tina checked her phone to make sure that she had stored the number correctly. "I got it, and I will see you tonight. Say 'goodnight' to Carrie for me." Chris was having some very conflicting emotions on his drive back home. Tina was young, hot as hell, and just screaming to be taken to bed. Carrie was hot in her own right, and they had just taken their relationship to a whole new level. There was no way that he wanted to do anything stupid to ruin what he and his sister had. Still, the horn-dog in him was cursing his luck to have the two situations come together at the same time. He thought that it would probably be best to avoid being alone with Tina. He felt guilty just thinking about her. Chris had barely opened the door to his apartment when Carrie greeted him from the couch. "That didn't take you very long. I was wondering if I would have to worry about you or not," she said.