10 comments/ 87304 views/ 25 favorites Julie and Danny By: Texas_Throbber In the springtime of our lives, our sexuality awakens, tantalizes, exhilarates, and possesses us. As with flowers and trees, this is a time of rapid growth and the anticipation of all the magnificent, beautiful things yet to come. In the summer of our lives, nature's beauty is at its peak. The hours of sunshine and warmth are the most intense. Julie and I, both forty-somethings, were savoring every moment of the hottest days, the warm nights, and each other... Wednesday, June 22: Homecoming On final approach, I stared out the airplane window at the city of my youth. Twenty-five years earlier, on a humid summer day like this one, I left on a one-way flight to boot camp and the beginning of a military career. Today, having just become a civilian again, I arrived to attend my niece's wedding and celebrate the beginning of her married life. I really hadn't seen much of my family for years. Julie, my older sister and Mother of the Bride, married a man whose career required extensive business travel. Our parents were long dead, losing their lives in an accident just months after I graduated from basic training. Julie had graduated from college, and had been married for two weeks when it happened. Aunts, uncles and cousins were scattered throughout the Northeastern states. Of course, I spent much of my career in Europe, the Far East and Southwest Asia. Perfect landing. The jet taxied to the terminal as dozens of passengers turned on their cell phones, saying almost in unison "Hi, we just landed, meet me..." But nobody would be meeting me. I walked briskly past the queues at the junk food places. Grabbed my suitcase from the carousel, boarded the rental car shuttle. On the Interstate, I was annoyed to see the suburban sprawl. An hour west of the big city airport, acres of farmland had been sacrificed to develop upscale gated communities and soulless retail centers. In summers past, I remembered, this was "out in the country." Rolling hills and flat cornfields, roadside stands and dairy cattle in the pastures, narrow roads and pure, aromatic breezes. This summer day, it was the edge of the suburbs. Newly installed traffic lights and congested roads, not charming at all. Subdivisions with rural-sounding names, but no rural character, no spirit. It was all for show, pretending to be something it wasn't. I sensed that hiding inside the elegant new houses were hollow people. As I checked in, one of the hotel front desk staff handed me an envelope. Julie, bless her, left a handwritten note: "Danny Boy! Call me when you're settled in. I'll pick you up, treat you to dinner. Love, Julie :-) " Inside was a gift card to the coffee shop nearby. "For your caffeine and muffin addiction :-) " was written on a sticky note. What a wonderful sister, thinking about my well-being, leaving nothing to chance. Her husband better be taking good care of my sister, I thought. Julie answered on the second ring: "Danny! Hi! I'm so glad you're back home! You sound great! I'll be there in ten minutes. (giggling) Will I recognize you? Did you have a good flight? Are you hungry? OK, I'm on the way. Bye!" The Porsche parked right across from the front doors. Julie was stunning: her body, well-toned yet curvaceous, swayed gently as she walked. Her brunette hair was cut in a short bob, perfectly framing her dark brown almond-shaped eyes. She wore only a touch of lip gloss, minimal eye liner. Her hot pink designer polo shirt was tucked into stylish jeans. Every man's eyes locked on her as she entered the lobby, extending her arms, embracing me. "Danny! Oh my gosh, Danny, you look so good... (kiss)... oh my gosh... (kiss)" Her gardenia perfume, subtle yet seductive, reminded me of the splendor of Hawaii. Julie suggested a nearby Thai restaurant for a late lunch. Over drinks, she gave me the rundown: Her husband John was in California on a business trip, due home early Friday. Katelyn, the bride, would not be home until Friday afternoon, just before the rehearsal. "I've been going crazy, meeting with the caterer, florist, limo service, jeweler... oh no, I forgot to call the photographer!" She dialed, left a message, hung up. "I can't wait till this is over," Julie sighed. "Will you come with me to the mall, or do you want to go back to the hotel?" "Mall is fine," I said. "I'm here for you. You have my undivided attention, and there is nowhere else I'd rather be. Just tell me what all needs to get done, OK? I'm here to anticipate your needs, fulfill them, and guarantee your satisfaction." She tilted her head to the side and smiled. "Whoever catches you is one lucky woman!" I protested half-heartedly. "Not sure I wanna be caught right away." She rolled those adorable eyes, knowing I was lying. "I guess that's where the tuxedo place is?" I asked. She nodded. "We'll pick it up while we're there." She paid the check, then we headed west on the Interstate. The upscale department store was our first stop. Julie said, "I need extra pantyhose for Saturday, just in case." "No garter belt and white stockings?" I asked, with surprise. "Katelyn's wearing those. The pantyhose is for me," said Julie. "I did mean you," I teased. "You should wear stockings and a garter belt too. It's much sexier," I insisted. Julie moved closer to me, smiling. "Bridal gowns are different. My dress is above the knee. I don't want to sit with my legs crossed and have any of that showing. Not this time, not with all the cameras around," she said. "Will there be another time?" I joked. Julie paused, smiled softly and looked into my eyes. "There could be. You never know!" "Yeah, you never know. Tell me more about your dress," I said. "Men don't ask that!" she exclaimed. "Maybe Johnny didn't ask what you'll be wearing, but I wanna know. Brides are beautiful, and so are you, Julie." Her face brightened. She said, "Thank you! Um, it's a suit, pastel pink color, with a little texture in the fabric. Matching color pumps, and a single strand of pearls, OK?" "Pearl earrings, too?" "No, just some diamond studs." Passing the lingerie displays I said, "Better grab some of those matching bra-and-panty sets too. Don't you feel like an animal sometimes? Here's leopard, here's tiger. Look! Big polka dots, little polka dots, but not a single pair of granny panties in the store." Julie soft-punched my arm, giggling. "Hipsters or mid-rise briefs for me, no bikinis or thongs, and NO granny panties either, thank you very much. And... um, my animal underwear is the Dragon Lady collection." I laughed out loud and said, "Really? Yours breathes fire?" Julie snickered and said, "Piss me off and it will. John knows!" I could only imagine what she meant by that. "The Mother of the Bride should have exquisite lingerie, right? It's your special day too," I said. "You pick it out, my treat." She looked up at me. "You're so sweet, Danny." She paused, eyes locked on mine. "I didn't think of buying it for myself." She touched my hand. "Lingerie is what men buy for their wives, their girlfriends, because the men benefit from the gift too." She was absolutely right. Julie continued, "I did see some I liked, let me go see if they have my size." She touched her fingertip to my chest. "But don't follow me, okay?" "I won't," I promised. "Tell you what, let's meet at the store entrance, inside the mall, in a half hour. I'll find the tux place while you shop." Walking to her car, Julie grasped my arm. "If you don't mind, I'd like to keep you company. My house is empty, and I don't want to go there alone while you're here alone." After a short pause, she said "We have a lot more catching up to do, and I have some thoughts I want to share." I smiled. "I don't mind. I told you I'm here for you and I meant it," I insisted. "Why would I want to watch reruns alone in a hotel, know what I mean?" "Awesome!" she exclaimed. "Wanna split a little bottle of wine? We can get some snacks at the supermarket, fresh fruit, cheese and crackers, whatever you want." "Good idea, I don't want to pay hotel minibar prices," I agreed. Julie's smartphone chimed as we accelerated onto the Interstate. "That's just an e-mail coming in," she said. Minutes later, once we were parked in the supermarket lot, Julie touched the screen. "Damn! John says he's going to be on a later flight, he's sorry about it, and wants me to reschedule his limousine reservation to pick him up at eight o'clock tomorrow night!" She stuffed the phone in her bag and growled, "How could he do this? Miss the fucking wedding rehearsal? Give me more fucking work to do?" She slammed the car door shut, walking quickly toward the store entrance. Suddenly Julie stopped, faced me, and grabbed both of my hands. Her eyes were noticeably moist with tears. "Let's sit in the car," she said. "I've got to tell you some things..." "Ever since we were married, this is how it's been. Yeah, he makes good money. Really good. I mean, the cars, the house, clothes, jewelry..." Her voice trailed off, and she sniffled. "Vacations in Hawaii, Italy, Switzerland, France, England. Cruises, weekend getaways to Colorado, all that." She clenched my hands tighter and shook them. "But, that's not what I really wanted. I need someone who would be with me, not just bringing me gifts, expecting that to make me happy, you know, like it would keep me content!" Julie let go of my hands, got a tissue from her bag and dabbed her cheeks. "He doesn't touch me. Just a simple hand on the shoulder, you know? Oh, but when he gets home tomorrow night, he'll want me on my back right away. Wham, bam, thank you ma'am, you know? After that, nothing. No back rub, no sitting next to me on the sofa, no foot massage, not even a walk holding hands. I get nothing except a suitcase full of dirty clothes to wash! No love notes, just a list of things he needs me to do for him" Julie held my hands again. "Danny, it's not right. Not romantic. Am I asking too much?" She sniffed gently, dabbed her eyes again. "The point is, you asked about me, asked about my dress, my jewelry. He doesn't notice, or even care what I'm wearing. He doesn't even flirt with me, um, you know, like he doesn't think he has to compliment me, or keep the fire burning. But you tell me about looking beautiful, feeling special, and my happiness. I mean, am I selfish or something?" "No. No, you're not asking, um, not expecting too much," I replied. "I mean, I don't know if he's preoccupied with work, or money, or himself. For me, personally, none of those would be in first place on my list of priorities." Silence. "I guess what I'm saying is, none of those would be number one in my heart and soul." Julie hugged me. "You got it. You're a good listener, Danny, and you expressed my feelings perfectly." She exhaled softly, and continued. "I wouldn't have told this to any of my girlfriends, and I can't keep it inside any longer. Thanks. I feel better now." I pushed the shopping cart while Julie guided me through the store. Back at the hotel, I hung the tuxedo in the closet. As I returned from the ice machine down the hall, Julie stepped out of the bathroom wearing a T-shirt and shorts. I longed to see her in the lingerie, not reluctant just because she was my sister. The weather report was on TV: Perfect weather for Saturday. "Will you open this?" she asked. I pulled the cork out, and filled two plastic glasses with white wine. "To the Mother of the Bride," I said. She touched her glass to mine. "To Prince Charming, my hero, my brother, welcome home." After a sip, we set the glasses down. She stood on tiptoes, parted her lips slightly, and pressed them gently against my mouth. A surprising sensation, the tip of her tongue, electrified me. I responded with a growing erection in my shorts. She said nothing, just put her hand on the back of my neck and pulled me to her mouth again. Her tongue touched my bottom lip, my top lip, then met mine in the middle. She murmured "Danny, please..." then exhaled. Our eyes met, we smiled together, knowing our passions would be turned loose like never before. I touched her hips, and slowly lifted the bottom of her T-shirt. She wore no bra, her nipples visible beneath the shirt fabric. She crossed her arms, grabbing the shirt hem from me. Julie's naked breasts appeared, her face disappeared briefly, then she tossed her T-shirt on a chair. Julie ran her fingers through her hair, rolling her head on her neck. I had my T-shirt off by then, and Julie had her fingertips inside the waistband of my shorts. Carefully, she pulled the waistband toward her, then down, revealing my erection. I shook my legs, then feet, kicking the shorts away. As Julie hooked her thumbs inside her waistband, I put my hands upon hers. "Allow me, my love," I said. I knelt before her, mouth just above the shorts. I kissed her below the navel, nibbling my way downward as I tugged the shorts toward the floor. My chin met the top of her nicely-trimmed pubic hair. I gave her a playful lick, then stood up. She hugged me above the shoulders, held tight, and lifted her feet free of her shorts. Julie's legs wrapped around my hips with a lustful urgency, pleading for satisfaction. "On the sheets," I whispered. She dismounted, and I rolled across the mattress to the other side of the bed. Together, we pulled the bed covers back. Julie sat on the opposite edge, then leaned back. My cock pointed at the ceiling, with clear drops of moisture appearing on the tip. She touched it, then licked her fingertip. "Mmm, Danny, I can't wait, come on!" And so, with Julie writhing on the sheets, I caressed her beneath me. The head entered her with an amazing tingle for both of us. I thrust deep into the slippery warmth, bringing a long-time fantasy to ecstatic reality. Pumping slowly, yet attentive to the movements of her body, I set Julie free from the tensions she had held within her for too many years. Sweat appeared on my chest from the excitement. Her forehead also revealed a few beads of sweat. Shifting position slightly, I moved my hands under her ass. My erection was stimulating her at a slightly different angle, and Julie loved it. Her body tensed and relaxed in the throes of a profound orgasm. The familiar sensation of ejaculation began deep inside my body. With vigor, I went even deeper inside, finally holding still as the cum burst forth into my older sister. Our hearts pounded madly, fueling the heat and sweat pressed between our bodies. Still locked in a passionate embrace, we kissed and whispered sweet words of love in each other's ears... In the shower, Julie pressed her breasts against me, rich lather covering both of us. "It felt so good and so right, Danny. It did! I wish it happened years ago. I used to worry about you when you were overseas, I worried a lot with all the stuff I heard on the news. Then, when you came to visit that time, when Katelyn was in junior high? Remember? I wanted you then, Danny. I was hoping we could have been alone like this." I stroked the washcloth across her shoulders, and worked my way downward. "I was too tense and stressed out back then, you know, with my divorce," I admitted. "Just take my word, that was the wrong time, and this is the right time. I love you, Julie, I do." "And I love you too, Danny. I love you with all my heart." I kissed her on her forehead, on her nose, on her lips. We gently scrubbed each other's backs, rinsed, and patted each other dry. I peeked through the drapes. The tangerine summer sun had crept below the horizon. Dark blue clouds shared the sky with an orange and pink afterglow. Cold air from the a/c unit blew against the damp towel around my waist. I put on clean, dry shorts and a T-shirt, my favorite summer loungewear. Caught a glimpse of Julie reaching into the closet, wrapped in a towel barely covering her breasts and bottom, then retreating into the bathroom with her carrying bag. I smoothed out the rumpled sheets, fluffed up the pillows. The bathroom door opened. Julie posed at the foot of the bed in soft pink-colored lingerie, matching bra and panties, lace trimmed, complete with garter belt and nude stockings. "Ta-da!" she giggled as she extended her arms to the side. "How do you like it?" "It's perfect, Julie, it really is. I can't get enough of women in silk and nylon, especially in pink, everything is so feminine and sexy. Did you just get this?" I asked. Julie nodded, rolling her hips from side to side, and said, "Especially for you, my love." Giggling, she continued, "I know you're a leg man!" I nodded. "Well, I love to catch a glimpse of upper thigh, or a little bit of slip, you know, the lacy part, when a woman's skirt vent opens a bit. I love the way hosiery looks on a woman's legs." Julie moved closer, hands on her hips, walking like a runway model. Smiling, she looked in my eyes, licking her lower lip. She winked and sat next to me on the bed. I said, "Stilettos are too extreme, but I do like heels, pumps, whatever. Don't get me wrong, I love women in jeans and slacks too. When we were growing up, you know, it was the Seventies when miniskirts and hot pants were everywhere. You're right, I'm a leg man and an ass man! And your favorite color has always been pink, from really light to intense neon pink. Every time I see pink on a woman, I think of you." Julie turned and sat in my lap. "Every time I wear these, I'll think of you, Danny. I'll wish I could be with you. Just you, me, and the lingerie." We kissed again. My senses were in overdrive: The sight of this amazing woman. The scents of soap, perfume, and Julie's enchanting aroma. The touch of her bare skin, her lips, the nylon stockings, the water from the shower head, the intense warmth and soothing wetness of her sexiness. The taste of her lipstick and her mouth. The musical sound of her voice, the gentle whispering in my ear as Julie shared her most intimate thoughts with me. The raw, intensely emotional sounds of a woman achieving orgasm, long overdue and soul-stirring. "Again, Danny. Please, make love to me again!" Julie had removed her lingerie. I took off my shorts and T-shirt. Eagerly, I moved to caress her body. "Let me make sure you're really ready, Julie." I moved my face toward her neatly trimmed pussy. She parted her knees, revealing a wet, hot slit. The heavenly feminine aroma drew me even closer. My tongue made first contact at the bottom. I held it in place for a moment as she gasped. Then I lifted my head, licking the entire length until pausing at the top, near Julie's clitoris. She moaned loudly, the cue to begin flicking my tongue up and down, in a circular motion. Julie was a woman energized with sexual intensity unlike any other time in her life. The only way to multiply her pleasure was to get inside her right now, to fill her physically and emotionally with every bit of affection and love possible. This time, we moved at a slower pace, prolonging every instant of our time together. The climaxes were every bit as intense as our earlier lovemaking. "I wanted you so bad, Julie, I couldn't control myself!" She squeezed me and sighed, "Me too!" I returned the squeeze. "I want you to stay here with me tonight, Julie. Tell me, how can I please you? Just say it, you can have it, whatever you want." She whispered, "Just be Danny. Don't change. Just be Danny the Romantic, just cuddle up with me, OK? Just be here in the morning, don't leave..." Thursday, June 23 I woke up with my good ol' friend, Morning Woody. Julie, already awake, pressed her naked body against mine. "Danny," she said softly, "make love to me again, please." I answered without words, kissing her neck, her lips. Julie touched my cock, gently stroking it, then squeezing it. "Stay on your back," she whispered. She moved the sheet away, then straddled my blazing erection. Julie shifted her hips, her moist pussy grinding against my shaft. She lifted herself slightly, took hold of my cock, and guided the head to her labia. With a gentle lowering motion, she rode the length down to its base. We bounced and thrust as one, early morning sunbeams and our passion for each other brightening the bedroom. Julie alternated between sitting upright, nipples gloriously erect upon her breasts, then her was body pressed flat against mine, breathlessly kissing me. Finally, with a mighty upward thrust into Julie, I climaxed with the pleasure of seeing, feeling, smelling her lovely naked body straddling mine. Julie and Danny Ch. 02 Monday, June 27 (Before dinner at The Westchester Steak House) "Lorna and I have been friends forever," explained Julie. "You know that, John. So, when Danny told me he was finally retiring from the military, I let her know Mr. Right was coming to town." "Julie asked me... no, Julie told me she wanted me to meet Lorna," I chuckled. "Actually, I met her years ago, at your wedding as a matter of fact." Julie smiled and nodded. "But I was in the service, and Lorna was engaged at the time, I think. To some loser. Whatever. I remember thinking even then that she was my type. Well, Julie told me that Lorna and I were both going to be at Katelyn's wedding anyway, so..." "I told Danny, you need a date for the wedding, she needs a date, let me put you in touch with her. He said sure, why not, so I e-mailed his picture to her. She was all excited! So, I put them in touch, simple as that." "We wrote back and forth, we talked on the phone. We talked and talked for weeks..." "And Danny was hooked!" Julie laughed. "I got cold feet," I laughed. "I told Julie I wasn't sure that I wanted to be caught. That was the day I got here for the wedding." "They met in person for the first time in twenty-three years at the rehearsal. I could tell Danny had hearts spinning around his head, just like in a cartoon!" "I did. It must have been obvious to everybody. Especially to Lorna." "They went out on Friday night, after the rehearsal dinner." "Right. After the reception, we went out on Saturday night. And Sunday." "Danny cancelled his flight, the one he was supposed to be on today." "I rented an apartment today, one of those furnished short-term places like corporate relocation people refer you to. I'll be moving in on Thursday." John drained his Scotch on the rocks, then scoffed. "Sounds almost like one of those mail-order bride deals, Dan. I mean, I wish both of you all of the happiness in the world, but... but, I couldn't jump into a commitment like that so soon." "I look at it this way. When you're holding on to a winning lottery ticket, do you not cash it in because you think you're gonna keep playing and win something bigger? Or, do you refuse to start driving from coast-to-coast until you're 100% sure all the traffic lights are green?" I stared at Johnny. "Not me. I'll take the prize here and now. And who cares about being on a predictable route? A poet wrote about a road splitting out in the woods. He took the one less traveled, and that made all the difference." "And there's a song, John, you know it," said Julie. "I took a ride, I didn't know what I would find theeeere..." she sang. I picked up from there. "Another road, maybe I could find another kind of life theeeere..." Julie and I, in unison: "Ooh! Then I suddenly see you," Julie took my hands in hers. "Ooh! Did I tell you I need you, every single day of my life!" She smiled at me, neither one of us letting go of the other's hands. John's ears were turning crimson. People at the bar turned to stare. Not that I gave a fuck. Neither did Julie. Lorna put her hand on my shoulder. I stood up. "Hi, Danny," she said, then kissed my cheek. "Julie, hi!" Julie stood to hug Lorna. "Hi, John!" she said. He nodded without standing. "How are you, Lorna?" "Great! Looks like you're having fun! Have you guys been waiting long?" she asked. "Not at all. Can I get you a drink? Something girly and sugary with an umbrella?" I asked. "No, I'll probably have wine with dinner, but nothing now, thanks." Lorna sat to my left, Julie to my right. All I could do was grin like the Cheshire cat. John looked as if he couldn't wait to go home. Not that I gave a fuck. Neither did Julie. Neither did Lorna. A lady walked past the table, behind John. She looked at me, with two hot ladies beside me, and smiled. Lorna and Julie giggled; John couldn't figure out what was so funny. Tuesday morning, June 28 "He was so pissed off the other day. He said his pillow smelled like sweat, and he asked me if you slept on it. I told him yeah, you did. I insisted. You're my brother, and you can sleep there." "Did he expect me to sleep on the couch?" "I guess so. Or back at the hotel." "Don't let him bother you. I'll tell him I'm sorry." "No, Danny. Don't say anything. Don't let him find out I told you." "Okay." After a moment, I asked, "Does he think we were in bed together?" "No. He hasn't said so, anyway." "Good. Listen, I just got back to my room after working out. Let me take a shower, then I'll call you back. We can get lunch, OK? Lorna gets off work around 4:30, and we're going out tonight." "Should I just meet you at the hotel at 11?" "Good idea. See you then." "See you, Danny." Ten minutes before eleven, Julie knocked on the door. She brought me a coffee and muffin. "Thanks, Julie." I kissed her. "Here, have some of the coffee. You look tired." "I'll be OK. The adrenaline from the wedding weekend is wearing off. No big deal." "My adrenaline is pumping." "I bet it is," said Julie. "Two hot ladies are after you. Can you handle the excitement?" "I can. How about you?" "Are you trying to excite me?" "Yes, I am!" "Danny! First, let me put the 'Do Not Disturb' sign outside, and lock the door." I put my arms around my sister. Julie pressed the side of her face against my chest, her fingertips and nails in my back. I kissed her forehead, her nose. She stood on tiptoes and lifted her chin, lips parted. Our noses touched, our lips met. I could taste her lip gloss and her breath mint. My hands moved down her back to the top of her jeans. Julie settled back on her heels, pulling me toward her. She stepped backwards, gently sitting on the unmade bed. I followed, sitting beside her. Julie had already kicked her shoes off. She tugged the bottom of her T-shirt out of her jeans, crossed her arms in front, and pulled the shirt over her head. Julie's breasts, nipples erect, greeted me in naked, sweetly perfumed glory. My T-shirt followed hers through the air, landing on the chair. "Danny, just hug me, baby, mmm? Hold me..." Gently, I brought my topless sister against my bare chest. Her skin was hot, as if she had just come inside after sunbathing. I worked my hands on top of her shoulders, caressing them with my palms, making tiny circles with my fingertips. Suddenly, I brushed both hands down the sides of her back, stopping just below the waistband of her jeans. Julie gasped, her eyes wide open, then slowly exhaled with a melodic "Oh, oh, oh..." I sensed her heart beating faster. My lips went for the left side of her neck, tongue dabbling her skin. She rolled her head to the right, and I could feel her manicured nails in my back. Julie released her embrace, and fell back on the mattress, arms extended above her head. Moving to kiss her navel, I sensed the heat of her pussy. Holding her sides, I kissed her at random points on her abdomen, making slow but certain progress up to her heaving breasts. Both of us were on fire now. Julie wiggled a little bit, bringing her arms in front to unbutton her jeans. "I'll finish that, my love," I murmured. I pulled her zipper down, revealing white panties with tiny red dots. Julie picked up her hips so I could get her jeans over the delicious curves of her ass. She sat, then lifted her knees. Holding both pant legs at the hem, I pulled them toward me until they were free of sweet Julie's smooth, tanned legs. I folded her jeans and faced her, holding the backside next to my face. I made smooching noises at the jeans, sending Julie into laughter. "You can kiss the real thing, Danny, you can do whatever you want with me. Please do whatever you want with me, mmm?" "I want to do whatever you want, sweetie. I'll rub your feet, your back, your neck. I'll order rose petals for the bed. Champagne. Chocolates." Julie reached to unbutton my jeans. "Tell me, and I'll make it happen." I stepped out of my jeans, and pushed my shorts down. My erection sprung free, the head moist with clear juice. Julie whispered, "Take my panties off, and kiss me. Kiss me there." I had my fingers inside Julie's panties, moving the waistband down while she lifted her ass again. As soon as they were off, she parted her knees. Beginning above her right knee, I brushed my lips and tongue along her inner thigh, moving to the left inner thigh, back to the right inner thigh. Julie rocked her hips, eagerly anticipating satisfaction. My sweet sister was overwhelmed with desire, having been unfulfilled for such a long time. Finally, my nose and lips met her neatly trimmed pubic hairs, her outer labia. Moving forward, I extended my tongue and pushed against the crease. Julie shuddered as I tasted her inner lips. How I loved her captivating feminine aroma, her wetness and her excitement! Ever so gently, I pulsed the tip of my tongue from the bottom to the top of her pussy. As I approached her clitoris, she clenched my head between her thighs. I swept my tongue outside in a circle, licking her pubic hair, then went back to the clitoris. Julie moved her hips toward me, grinding against my mouth. I thought I was going to come on the sheets before long. I pulled my face back, and told Julie "I want you now, let me love you now." Julie gasped, "Make love to me, please..." On top of Julie, in a tight embrace, I moved the head of my cock to her sweet spot. With a gentle push, I entered my sister slowly, not stopping until I had no more length to give her. I moved back as far as I dared, without leaving her. Back in, slowly, then I held myself inside her without moving. Julie's love juices flowed upon my cock, my inner thighs, and the bed sheets. Together, we pumped back and forth, slightly faster, breathing harder and sweating. I felt Julie relax, then tense up a bit, then relax. I shifted position slightly, breaking from the embrace so I could kiss her breasts. Her nipples were still stiff, welcoming my licks and kisses. Her nails were in my back as I sensed my orgasm approaching. I went back down, holding lovely Julie against me when the pulsations began. I thrust deeply as I came, yet she continued bucking her hips beneath me. I held on for the ride, still hard, as Julie moved closer to her orgasm. Her writhing and moaning brought her to a state of ecstasy and exhilaration. In the afterglow of our lovemaking, we pressed our bodies together. "Oh, Danny, I didn't think we'd be together again. Not this soon, anyway. I thought you'd be out West, and I'd be stuck with John." Julie paused, then said "I love him, but he's just not romantic. I told you that. I don't deny him, you know, I'm not a bitch. He just doesn't give me what I want, not in the bed. I know he stresses about work and money and bills, and it seems like his mind is somewhere else." "Somewhere else, like at work, or somebody else?" "I think it's work. I don't think he has somebody else. Really. I could tell if he's lying to me, or hiding something." "And you're sure he doesn't suspect us?" "He doesn't. He's not jealous, not paranoid." "He must figure I'm with Lorna, not you." "Danny, what about Lorna?" "I love her, I do. I know it sounds hard to believe, but it's love. I love her, I adore her, and she loves me. I think we both felt, you know, more confident from the beginning because of you being the matchmaker." "Does she know about this?" "No." "Will she?" "I'd rather not. I mean, I know she was married, no kids. I know she was dating other men. She knows I was married, no kids. She knows there were other women. I'm just not willing to give her all the details, and I don't press her for details." "Danny, I don't want to let you go. I don't want to get between you and Lorna, but I love you. I love you on a different level, after all that shit we went through with Mom and Dad. John couldn't understand totally. You and I do." "Right. But what's his problem?" "It was about three years ago. Katelyn was away at college, and she went with her girlfriends to Mexico on Spring Break. She came back home with one of those tramp-stamp tattoos in the small of her back. John screamed at her when he found out. 'Dirty needles! Hepatitis! Diseases! Sleazy! Bimbo!' Plus, and I didn't tell you this, so keep this secret: John found out that Katelyn was on the Pill." "So he overreacted, blew it all out of proportion?" "Right. See, this was the same time when John was going through a drinking phase. He was pissed off at his job, thought he was passed over for promotion, figured he was on someone's shit list. He was starting to act like Dad, angry at the world for his shitty life." "But John's not alcoholic, is he?" "No, he isn't. He doesn't need booze every day like Mom and Dad did. And we don't fight like they did. He was working in a department with a bunch of assholes whose idea of teamwork meant going out to the bar every night after work. Finally, I told him it had to stop. I didn't give him an ultimatum, you know, as if I was going to leave him. But he had to know that having a limp dick from drinking wasn't going to make things better." "I get it. Wait... I mean, I don't get a limp dick from drinking too much, I mean that I get it, I understand you." Julie giggled. "No, you'll never have a limp dick." She squeezed my soft dick for me. "So, he's OK now?" "Yeah, except for being stressed and unromantic. He's happier at work, things got better eventually, but the tension still shows." "He needs a vacation." "He needs to listen to what I want. He makes me feel like I'm just another line in his calendar. You know, 'Friday night, nine o'clock to nine-fifteen, Julie, bedroom, wham-bam-thank-you-ma'am.' Sometimes I need to know he wants to be with me and nowhere else, forget the clock, forget the TV, forget the Internet, forget the smartphone." "Wait! I already have you in my calendar for Friday night, nine to nine-fifteen! Delete Johnny's appointment, will you?" Julie climbed on top of me, laughing. "Put me down in your calendar for every day, all day, bedroom, hotel, back seat of the car, it doesn't matter. OK?" "You got it. I love you, Julie!" "And I love you, Danny!" Tuesday afternoon, June 28 I arrived at Lorna's place just before five-thirty. Our plan for the evening was to go out for a quick bite to eat, then to the jeweler and have her choose an engagement ring. "Hi, Dan!" We hugged and kissed. "Come on in, I'll be ready in a few minutes." Lorna finished brushing her hair, then put on some lipstick. Sammy, her cat, brushed against my leg. After sandwiches, we headed to the jewelry store. Lorna parked, shut off the engine, then faced me. Without a word, she leaned over and kissed me. Again. And again. It seemed like there might have been a tear in her eye. "I'm so happy," she whispered. "I love you, Dan. I do!" "I love you, Lorna," I whispered. "I do, and I always will love you." Lorna did wipe a tear from her eye. "Ready." "Ready." Hand-in-hand, into the jeweler's we walked. Lorna decided on a diamond-and-sapphire ring instead of a traditional diamond solitaire. We also ordered gold wedding bands. To my surprise, she bought me a gold chain necklace as an engagement gift. Back at her place, we undressed and embraced. She pulled me gently toward the bed. She crawled on all fours to the center, rolled onto her back, and opened her legs. Lorna preferred to make love on her back, sometimes in an embrace with her legs wrapped around me, sometimes with my hands under her ass cheeks, with her pelvis tilted slightly upward. Tonight, it was the full frontal embrace. Her gardenia perfume smelled almost as heavenly as her hot, naked body. Soon, I felt her heels tapping on the backs of my thighs with each long, slow thrust of my cock. Lorna's pussy was deliciously wet, the sheets beneath us drenched. Her breathing changed from deep inhalation and moaning exhalation to a faster, almost gasping rhythm. She clenched my hips between her thighs, released, clenched again, then began bucking her hips up and down. I came sooner than I had hoped, she had me so excited with the physical intensity of her lovemaking. With each beat of my heart, I saw stars. Lorna pulled me closer, pressing her pussy against me, moving in small circles. I sensed that she had reached her climax as her movements gradually slowed, her breathing became deeper. "Danny, oh Danny," she gushed, "I am so, so, happy!" "I'm so in love with you, Lorna, so much in love..." We cuddled, we caressed, we whispered words of love and gazed into each other's eyes... Wednesday morning, June 29 Lorna's alarm clock woke us up just before six o'clock. I made us omelets and coffee for breakfast. After I finished washing the dishes and cleaning up, I walked back into the bedroom. Lorna stood there in bra, panties and nude pantyhose, brushing her hair. "They keep the air conditioning at work a little cooler than I'd like, so wearing pantyhose isn't too uncomfortable," she said. I continued admiring the view. Lorna's natural beauty and femininity thrilled me beyond words. Both Julie and Lorna were the types that always wore a little lipstick, a little makeup even if making a quick trip to the supermarket. Neither would be caught dead in a ratty old t-shirt and sweat pants. And, both Julie and Lorna knew that I was a leg man! Wear a dress, wear a skirt, preferably with pantyhose, even better with stockings, a slip, and you've got full control over me. Walk past me and let me admire the movement of your derriere, the vent of your skirt fluttering open, let me hear the soft swish of nylon-on-nylon. Then take a seat, cross your legs, show a little bit of thigh, maybe even a tiny peek up your dress, and I'm climbing the walls. Take off your shoes (especially pumps), unzip the skirt, step out of the slip, roll down the pantyhose, and I'm mad with desire! I couldn't wait to pick up Lorna at work in the afternoon, bring her home and have her all to myself, give all of myself to her, from this day forward. We had to get on the road as soon as possible to beat the morning traffic congestion. No time for a quickie, but that was no problem. Fortunately, we made it with ten minutes to spare. I dropped Lorna off, then drove her car back to her place. Our place. Julie met me at Lorna's and my place. I left Lorna's car, then rode with Julie in her car to the hotel. I checked out of the room, paid the bill, and put my bags in Julie's car. She followed me as I drove the rental car back to the airport, one hour away. After returning the rental car, Julie and I drove back west in her car. I offered to treat her to lunch, her choice. "OK," she said, "that sounds great. I'm good for seafood, maybe Chinese in Chinatown? Wanna make a U-turn and head back to the city?" Before I could answer, she said, "I know! Let's go to the casinos, only an hour away, what do you think?" "Hell yeah. Let's do it. We'll have to leave by two o'clock so I can pick Lorna up at four-thirty. OK with you?" "Hell yeah, Danny. Let's do it!" Julie put her hand on mine. "Too bad we can't get a room and spend the night!" "Maybe not tonight, but we'll do it before the wedding. Two nights." "Two nights with room service it shall be," laughed Julie. "A bachelor party with just me and the bachelor." "A very private, invitation-only bachelor party, and you're getting the only invitation." "Why, thank you, Danny!" exclaimed Julie. "I was going to say, don't invite John!" I howled with laughter. "No way. No. Never." We got to the casino by eleven-thirty. Julie played the slot machines for a while, winning just under one hundred dollars. Unbelievable luck. Next, we walked in the direction of the hotel and restaurants. She said, "We can go to the Italian restaurant, or the Brazilian steak house if you want. I was thinking about Italian seafood, how about you?" Julie and Danny Ch. 02 "Italian seafood's a great idea. Let's go there." The hostess led us through the crowded restaurant. Clearly, it was very popular with the people attending a national convention at this particular casino-hotel. As the hostess stopped at our table, Julie gasped and grabbed my arm. "Danny, look!" She pointed at a blonde whose back was toward us. Across from her was John, Julie's husband, laughing and smiling. He heard Julie's voice, raised his head, and stared at us with a shocked look on his face... Julie and Danny Ch. 03 Wednesday, June 29 (Continued) Julie and I walked quickly to the parking garage, anxious to leave. I paid two dollars at the Expressway toll booth while Julie called a friend who had experience with situations like this. "She gave me great advice," said Julie. "I have to see a lawyer, no doubt. She gave me a name and phone number. There's a lot of money and property involved, a lot of options, a lot of decisions to be made. Good thing Katelyn's not a minor living with us." She took a sip of bottled water, then continued. "He didn't threaten me, but I don't want to be in that house with him." Julie put her hand on my thigh. "Danny, I know you have to go back West for personal business, but can you stay with me? Can I stay with you?" "That's never a problem," I assured her. "I've got you covered. Just tell me if you want to stay in a hotel, or at that apartment I rented." We made a beeline for her house so she could pick up some clothes, jewelry, important papers, and a couple of flash drives. Next stop was the hotel, where I got Julie checked in under my name. Finally, she dropped me off at Lorna's place. I went to pick up Lorna from work, while Julie headed back to the hotel. (Riding home with Lorna) "Julie loves you so much, Dan," said Lorna. "She knows you'll take good care of her." "Julie always took great care of me," I replied, thinking about the sexual intimacy we shared. "She's just beautiful, and she's got a heart of gold," I added, daydreaming about her lovely naked body. "From the time I got here for the wedding, she made sure I had coffee, muffins, dinners, and even a hot date," I continued. Lorna put her hand on my thigh. In my mind, I was tasting Julie's sweet kisses and lip gloss, feeling the warmth of her embraces, filling my head with the scents of her perfume and body. "I love Julie to pieces. I love you to pieces too, Lorna, you're a dream come true." The rush-hour traffic jam was a nightmare. "That's so sweet, Dan, how much you love her too. I'm so madly in love with you. I wish we got together years ago, but I'm thankful we're together now, forever. Like they say, I had to go through years of frogs and toads before meeting the prince." I laughed. "Ha! I showed lots of toad-like behavior for years. I had to clean up my act or self-destruct. You know what I told you. Years ago, you would have thrown me out on my ass. You probably wouldn't have let me introduce myself to you, just told me to fuck off." "I've done stupid things too. I told you. Let's just look forward to the wedding and our lives together." Our lips met. Behind us, drivers honked their horns. Green light! Lorna muttered, "Fuck off," and stepped on the gas. "Speaking of asshole behavior, John betrayed my sister. That's what pisses me off. Plus, this will affect Katelyn, Michael, their children..." I paused to calm down. We were out of the traffic jam, on a country lane. "As long ago as I can remember, Julie was so bright. She always won awards for creative writing, social studies, math, you name it. She always had the ability to connect with people because of the way she expressed herself, the way she understood others. That is exactly why she's such an awesome professor. She knows her stuff, and she doesn't just teach from the book. She gets shy students to participate, she makes everyone feel respected and valued. But her own husband treats her like shit..." "But this was all of a sudden, Dan. That's what I can't figure out. Julie would have told me if she suspected anything, if she'd been treated like shit." "I guess so. And I know you're not defending John. I wonder if this was some stupid impulse he acted on." Lorna parked the car, shut off the engine. She placed a hand on my leg, and moved to kiss me. "I'm feeling an impulse right now. Wanna act on it with me?" Our lips met. "Hmm?" "Only if it's a stupid impulse," I teased. "You know, like trying to squeeze two people into a small shower..." "With one bar of soap? Sounds like fun. We can be stupid like that. Actually, that's smart. Saves water," Lorna purred. I pushed the front door closed behind me, made sure it was locked. "Want something to drink?" I asked, but got no response. From the refrigerator, I got the pitcher of iced tea and filled two glasses, over ice, with lemon slices. Lorna came out of the bathroom in her underwear, pantyhose off. "Bring it back to the bedroom, please, sweetheart," she said. I followed, admiring the way she walked. I put the glasses of iced tea on her night stand. Lorna was on the other side of the bed, pulling the bedspread down. "Another long day in a chilly office. What's a girl to do?" she asked, playfully. "I can help you with that, Miss," I answered. "I have a special stick, a hot stick, which I would like to rub on you. I think I know how to get your temperature rising." "Before I say yes, let me see the special hot stick. What's so special about it?" "It has the power to warm you up, and cure all of your problems. It'll take care of your muscular aches, make your heart beat strong, and it may even make you sing." Lorna laughed. "And this magic hot stick, is it as impressive as these?" Her bra went sailing through the air. I joined her in laughter. "Your lovely breasts are truly magnificent and impressive, and my lips and tongue have plans for them. Listen! Hear that? The magic hot stick is calling your name... it's telling me to remove your panties... it wishes to fill you with its loving power." "Ah... I get it, the magic hot stick does your thinking for you!" We laughed, knowing it's true. Lorna's panties were below her knees, about to follow the bra's flight path. "Anyone who disagrees with you has a lot to learn about men!" I said. The panties landed somewhere across the bedroom. More laughter. "Danny, um, would you mind if I was on top? Sitting, facing you?" "Sit facing me, my love. Wiggle on down, okay, reach under there... yeah, help me get it in... okay, come down the rest of the way." Lorna bounced up and down a couple of times, bending at the waist. She shifted her legs a little, and found the most satisfying position. Vigorously, she ground her pelvis against mine. I felt like I was just along for the ride, that Lorna was teaching me how she wanted to be pleased. Her breasts jiggled close to my face, and the undulating motion of her pussy amazed me. Lorna showed no signs of slowing down. She took very good care of herself, and I got to enjoy some fantastic, high-energy lovemaking. Was this the fulfillment of one of her fantasies? I came not too long before Lorna did. We pressed our hot, sweaty bodies together and kissed, trying to catch our breaths. My hands rubbed her back from shoulders to cheeks. I could still sense my heartbeat in my ears. "It worked, it worked, it worked!" she said in a sing-song voice. "I'm all heated up now. It really is magic!" "It made you sing a little, too!" Lorna rolled her eyes at me. "Wanna get in the shower? Hmm?" "Follow me!" In the bathroom, Lorna put on a shower cap and washed her pantyhose in the sink. I adjusted the water temperature. She hung the pantyhose over a guest towel to dry, then got her lady razor from the medicine cabinet. Quickly, I wet and shampooed my hair. Lorna handed me a washcloth. "Scrub my back, please, Danny?" I made circle after circle of fragrant suds on her back, including her ass cheeks. I rinsed off a small area, then kissed the left cheek. "Tastes clean to me, darling, how did that feel?" "Mm-mmm. Very good, Danny. You're hired!" Lorna soaped and shaved her armpits, then offered to scrub my back. "Thanks, I really need that," I said. Afterward, I turned to face her. Water glistened on her breasts, her belly. Hugging each other, slippery when wet, breathing the hot moist air, so erotic. I shut the water off, and Lorna shaved her legs. Out of the shower, we dried each other off. "Danny, can you help me with something else?" "Sure!" "Give me a little haircut?" Lorna handed me a rechargeable trimmer and pocket comb. "I don't want it bald, okay? Just trim off most of the bush." She stood over the wastebasket. I combed her bush, which wasn't thick at all. I ran the trimmer along the flat side of the comb, clumps of wet hair dropping into the wastebasket. "Can you squat a little bit so I can get the rest?" She did. Lorna's fingers pulled the outer lips apart slightly as I gently, carefully passed the trimmer along the comb. "How's that?" I asked. "I like it," Lorna answered. "Now, could you go around the edges with the razor?" Using a tiny bit of skin lotion, I shaved the top of the triangle. I also got the stray hairs in the creases, the ones that peek out from bathing suits. Finishing the job, I wiped with a damp washcloth, checked for any hairs I missed, then patted it dry. A light application of lotion and a kiss made for one very happy fiancée. We got dressed, ready to go out for dinner with Julie. The ice cubes in the iced tea had melted. Thursday, June 30 (Late morning, in Julie's hotel room) "I wish Lorna could have gotten time off from work," I said. "I know it's last minute, but I still wish something could have been worked out." Julie said, "She understands you have to go as soon as possible." The laptop was all powered up, ready to go. "Let's see what's available," I said. I found a flight leaving Saturday afternoon, but required a plane change in Chicago. The direct flights were all sold out. Peak travel season, late June, close to the Fourth of July holiday weekend. Time was running out. I clicked the mouse. "Okay, Julie, we're all set. One-way flight for two, rental car, and we'll just wing it on the hotels." "It'll be fun, Danny. Katelyn's having fun on her honeymoon, you and I will have fun on this adventure, and John can sit at home, in an empty house, wondering how, in one minute, he lost his wife and girlfriend." We high-fived and laughed. Julie hugged me tight. "It'll be fun, Julie. To me, this is a necessity, but you really need a getaway trip. My treat." "Thank you, Danny. You know how to make a girl feel loved." "I wish I had the power to erase the aggravation yesterday." "Oh. On top of all the other aggravation yesterday, I got my period." Julie pouted. "Hmmm. But that's predictable. Nobody could have predicted the other stuff." "Right. That fucking sneaky bastard, I didn't see this coming. Bastard!" (After lunch, back at Julie's hotel) We had a short couple of hours to spend together. Julie hung the "Do Not Disturb" sign outside, and locked the door. She removed her blouse and bra, but kept her panties on under pajama pants. I had stripped totally naked. Julie began by kissing the tip of my cock, her lips slightly parted as she dabbed the head with the tip of her tongue. Opening her mouth a little wider, she moved down, covering the head. Julie moved her tongue in circles around it, slowly clockwise, then counter-clockwise. I felt a spasm inside, knowing that pre-cum had started its race to the tip. Sweet Julie surely noticed; she chuckled, and pulled back slightly. A thin line of gossamer connected her mouth to my cock. "Hold tight!" she murmured as she tilted her head to the side. My sister worked her way down the side of the shaft, creating tension as she gently smooched and licked. Reaching the base, she stopped for a moment, then ran her tongue the whole length of my rod, up and back down. My cock was pointing straight up, trembling. Next, Julie started at the base of my erection, on its underside. On her way up to the head, she nibbled ever so gently with her teeth, using her tongue a little more aggressively. I realized a puddle of pre-cum had dripped on me, near my waist. As Julie neared the top, she stroked my balls with her fingertips. She had to pull away to catch her breath, gasping and giggling. "I love you, Danny, I do!" she moaned as she put her chin above the reddish-purple head of my cock. Julie squeezed my cock, then she took the head between her lips. She kept her lips in a tight circle, pushed down, then opened her mouth just enough to let my cock slide in. It felt just like entering a hot, soaking wet pussy! After a moment, Julie pulled her head back. She grazed the shaft with her teeth and tongue, as if she wanted to stretch it out. As she pulled free, she made the kissing sound "Mmm-WAH!" and giggled. "Julie, Juliejuliejulie, I love you sooo very much too!" I exclaimed. Again, she kept her lips in a tight circle, opened slightly, and tantalized me by moving slowly down the shaft. This time, as she pulled back, I knew my orgasm was near. "Julie, honey, I'm gonna come, gonna come..." Breathlessly, she whispered, "Come, Danny, it's okay, mmm..." Julie went one more time for the tip, her tight lips yielding as my cock slid into her mouth. She held on as I shuddered, gasped, and came in wave after wave of thrilling, pounding ejaculation. The pulsations slowed, yet Julie kept her lips around my shaft. Slowly, she pulled her head back, releasing my cock to the cool air. Our eyes were locked as she dipped her chin slightly, swallowing. Julie smiled, licked her lips, and hugged me. We kissed. And kissed. "I just can't do the deep-throat thing. Sorry." "Sorry for what? Oh, Julie, I never imagined, never expected any of that." "John would demand it, sometimes. It had to be his way. That's why he never got it very much." "Let Blondie-bitch do it. You know what? Fuck both of them. Fuck 'em! I mean it. I told you before, I'm here for you, unconditionally. Whatever you need me to do, I'll do it. Really. I love you madly, no matter what anybody thinks. I always have and always will adore you. Me and you, Julie, me and you!" "I love you so much, Danny, I'm constantly excited like a newlywed. I can't wait to get away with you on this trip!" (To be continued) Julie and Danny We had our breakfast at a nearby diner. Just before ten o' clock, I followed Julie into the empty house. She grew tense and unhappy, explaining that the house was a complete mess. "I hate feeling overwhelmed. So much shit to do, not enough time, and I know it'll get worse before it's over." I nodded. "Just tell me where you want me to start," I told her. "You worry about the phone calls, let me deal with the sweaty stuff..." And that's how the day went. Nothing erotic, no sizzling romance, just non-stop vacuuming, sweeping, dusting, moving furniture, doing laundry, running the dishwasher, mowing the lawn, typical suburbanite chores. Julie had free time to concentrate on all the last-minute wedding details. Honestly, I love doing outdoor work like gardening and lawn care. It was a labor of love, completely unselfish. I did my best to make Julie feel like royalty, surrounded by elegance, pampered and indulged, not a care in the world. It was after seven when I put the vacuum cleaner away. All done, and all sweaty. Julie pulled into the driveway, then brought a bag into the kitchen. "I got you some mint chocolate chip ice cream, it'll help you cool off." "Thanks," I smiled. "You're awesome. Could you just let it sit on the counter until I take a shower? I like my ice cream soft." Julie came over and hugged me. "I like my Danny hard." She looked up, playfully, into my eyes. "Get undressed. Let me put your clothes in the washer, and we can get in the Jacuzzi. Hmm?" She pressed the side of her face against my chest. "I'll wash your back, if you wash mine," she murmured. My cock was hard enough to break concrete, it seemed. We stripped where we stood, right in the kitchen. I picked Julie up, cradling her in my arms, and carried her, giggling, into the master bedroom. Gently, I laid her down on the king-size bed. I said, "Be right back, let me fill the Jacuzzi." Julie grabbed my wrist, not letting me go. "Make love to me in my bed. I want to remember this moment every time I'm in here." We pulled down the covers, embracing on the crisp, cool sheets. Her nipples were erect, her body silky smooth and warm. "On your back," she whispered. Julie mounted me, eager to get my cock deep inside her. As she lowered herself, Julie let out a loud, prolonged moan. Our lovemaking was more athletic than before, more vigorous and dramatic. Julie panted, gasped, moaned, and even drooled a little bit onto my chest. She needed physical and emotional release so badly, and so did I. Her love juices soaked my upper thighs. Too soon, yet deliciously, I felt the ejaculation begin deep inside. I sensed Julie shuddering at the same time. Our orgasms happened while we clenched each other, quivering and sweating, expressing our deep emotional and romantic love for each other... We did get in the Jacuzzi, and we did wash each other's back. The dirty clothes were in the washer. We sat on the sofa, pressed gently against each other. I was wearing one of Johnny's bathrobes ("He never wears it, don't worry" said Julie). The ice cream was soft, just how I like it. After the weatherman assured the audience of perfect weekend weather, I turned the TV off. Julie put the damp clothes in the dryer, and we went to the bedroom again. It had been an exhausting yet exciting day. Julie said, "Danny, please, please stay with me tonight. Share my bed, share my love. Pleeease." We knew it would be our last night together. I had no intention of leaving Julie alone, but I figured we would spend the night in the hotel again, just in case Katelyn came home. "I want to be here with you, don't worry," I said. "I love you with all my heart, Julie, I swear. Even if you didn't wear lingerie and stockings for me, I'd love you." Julie soft-punched me. "Even if you didn't feed me muffins, ice cream and take me to dinner, I'd love you." I kissed her on the neck. "Even if you didn't undress in the freakin' kitchen for me, I'd love you!" She laughed and hugged me. We fell asleep, nestled together like two spoons. In the middle of the night, I woke up. Julie had gone to the bathroom, and was just getting back under the sheets. Midnight Woody, twin brother of Morning Woody, greeted her. "Danny?" she whispered. "Mm-hmm," I replied. "Danny, are you awake? Did I wake you up?" "I don't know, are you Julie in my dreams or Julie in the bed with me?" I said. "I didn't know there was a difference," she giggled. Good point. "I'm Julie in bed with you, your personal dream angel, and I'm coming over to your side now..." Friday, June 24 I woke before Julie did, so I went to the kitchen and made a pot of coffee. Drank a glass of orange juice, then tiptoed back to the bedroom. Under the sheets, Julie rolled slightly and opened her eyes. "Coffee can wait, Danny. Come back to bed!" Despite the sadness of knowing this would probably be our last lovemaking for a very long time, we embraced with heartfelt desire and true love. I did everything I could imagine to satisfy and please sweet Julie sexually, passionately, emotionally, physically, you name it. After breakfast, Julie took me back to my hotel. Later that day... Time for the wedding rehearsal. The wedding party stood just inside the church doors. Katelyn, the star of the show, was thriving on the attention. I was introduced to Michael, the groom, and his parents. I met brothers, sisters, cousins, nieces and nephews, uncles and aunts,s of various sorts. High school friends, college friends, and some exceptionally attractive women. Julie changed my life: "Danny, this is Lorna, Michael's aunt... Danny is my brother, he just retired from the military." With thick, wavy shoulder-length auburn hair and blue eyes, a dusting of freckles across her nose and a captivating smile, I was smitten right away. "So nice to meet you, Danny," said Lorna. She stepped closer, and extended her right hand. I swear, there were dozens of hearts orbiting my head, just like in the cartoons. Ever have that magical feeling when you know "love at first sight" is real? It happened for me that moment when Lorna first touched my hand. Neither one of us wanted to be the first to let go. I did what felt most natural: I lifted her hand to my lips and kissed gently. Lorna had to be experiencing the same magical moment, because she stepped even closer to me. I went to whisper in her ear, and she moved her head toward mine. "My hand is stuck to yours!" I whispered. "I can't let go!" That did it. She laughed, and whispered in my ear. "Then I can't let go if you can't let go, Danny." "OK, Lorna, but let's not just stand here, wanna dance?" Lorna giggled, "There's no music!" "Doesn't matter," I said. "We'll make our own." She looked at me as if to say, "You're crazy, but I'm falling in love with you..." At the rehearsal dinner, Lorna and I sat at a table with Julie. The fourth chair, Johnny's, was empty. I was glad, since I was in no mood to listen to his nonsense. We talked and talked, the three of us, long after the bill was paid and the younger crowd left. Julie said, "Well, I've got to go home and get ready for tomorrow. I mean, I need to be home when John shows up. I'll leave you two lovebirds alone, OK? By the way, we have both of you seated at the same table tomorrow at the reception. I need to know now if that's a problem," Julie teased. "Oh, no, no problem," Lorna and I said simultaneously. We all laughed. Suddenly, Julie said, "Danny! You don't have your car here!" "I'll take him to his hotel, don't worry," said Lorna. And so, with a longing look in her eyes, Julie hugged and kissed me goodnight. I sensed her disappointment at having to go home to selfish Johnny. Lorna and I went to an all-night diner, drank coffee, ate pie, and talked. Around one o'clock in the morning, I had to admit to her that I needed to call it a night. Lorna drove me to the hotel, about twenty minutes away. In the parking lot, we hugged and kissed. Both of us knew there would be no romance this time. Alone, I fell into a deep sleep... Saturday, June 25: Wedding Bells The newlyweds emerged from the church into the sunshine. Cheers rose from the crowd as rice flew in the summer air. The couple beamed, waving and smiling for every camera. At the reception, Lorna and I sat next to each other at the same table. What a beautiful wedding, what a great crowd at the reception. Suddenly, the MC spoke: "At this time, let's have all the single ladies come out to the dance floor for the bouquet toss..." Katelyn tossed her bouquet... Lorna caught it! "And now, all single gentlemen out to the dance floor for the garter toss..." Michael tossed Katelyn's lacy garter. With ease, I reached beyond the hands of the young bachelors who had been drinking. Got it! I saw Julie at the head table laughing and clapping her hands. Lorna sat on the edge of a chair, legs crossed, smiling as I approached. On bended knee, I gently lifted the hem of her dress just above the knee. The crowd whistled as I removed her high heel, slipping the garter over her ankle. Giggling, Lorna hid her face in her hands. I caressed her foot as discreetly as possible, then put her high heel back on her foot. Her body heat enhanced the wonderful smells of perfume, delicate sweat, and feminine aroma. I paused with the garter just below her knee. Lorna uncrossed her legs, and the scent of hot pussy under warm pantyhose reached my nose. Softly, I slid the hem of her dress up her thigh. The lacy edge of her white slip was visible only to me. My right hand was between her legs as I moved the garter above the knee. Cameras flashed and the whistles grew louder. She giggled and tossed her head back. I paused, let the garter find its place on her thigh, and kept my hands against her leg for a delicious moment. As I pulled her hem down slightly, covering the garter and the lace, the crowd burst into applause. I held her hands in mine, stood up slowly. "May I have this dance, Lorna?" "Yes, Danny," she said breathlessly. She stood, and we moved hand-in-hand to the center of the dance floor. Slow-dancing music filled the ballroom. She gazed in my eyes, and I in hers. Our bodies met, moving together to the rhythm of the music... Julie touched my shoulders and Lorna's as we sat at the table. I turned my head, and she spoke softly. "John and I are going home," she said. "We'd love to have you for brunch tomorrow." She moved closer to my ear, whispered "I'd love to have you all to myself tomorrow!" and kissed my cheek. She straightened up. Julie stood there, waiting for my reply. Lorna looked at me and nodded. "Brunch on Sunday, yes. Lorna and I will be there," I said. Julie named the restaurant, and told us the eleven o' clock reservation had already been made. "Goodnight, Lorna. Goodnight, Danny Boy!" "Goodnight, Julie!" we said in unison. John waved at us from across the room, next to the exit, clearly impatient with Julie. What a fool, I thought. I really didn't care if he suspected, or realized, that Julie and I spent several days making love, taking care of each other, making love, having fun, and making love again. He might have been jealous that Lorna and I were having the time of our lives. Didn't he realize yet, in his late forties, that giving love was more important than getting love? Also, didn't he realize that you have to be lovable if you want to be loved? We said goodbye again. Julie glared at impatient Johnny, then kissed me on the lips, her fingertips on my neck. On the way out, she mouthed "Love you!" at me. Sunday, June 26 I went online, and cancelled my Monday afternoon flight. I wanted to stay here for Julie and Lorna. My heart was here, in the area where I grew up. I would have no problem finding an outstanding position in this area, with my military experience and academic credentials. I'd find an apartment here, then reschedule the flight for the end of the week. All I had to do was drive my Mustang convertible back here, and arrange for my belongings in storage to be shipped here. After brunch, Lorna and I stopped at the supermarket. We bought some snacks for a light lunch, and went out to a state park for a spur-of-the-moment picnic. By mid-afternoon, relaxing on the blanket stretched on the lawn, it was clear: We were falling in love. We wanted to be together, forsaking all others. We had no idea what tomorrow would bring, or the next day, or next year. Nevertheless, we agreed that we wanted the joy and passion of this summer to last forever, until we parted at death. Lorna accepted my marriage proposal. Our wedding would be next summer, in the summer of our lives.