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Kate and Connor Ch. 01

By: chargergirl



Connor's jeep pulled in the drive precisely at half-past five, just like every day. Kate was sitting on the back porch waiting for him, her chin propped in her hand, looking quite glum, he thought. He got out of the vehicle and slammed the door.

"OK Kate, what'd you do to it this time?" He was teasing her, but she failed to crack a smile.

"I didn't do anything to it! I swear! It just wouldn't start," she insisted, waving a hand in the direction of another car, hers, parked in front of her brother's. "It just made that clicking noise I told you about when I called. You know, like, 'click, click, click, click.'"

Connor tried to hide a smile at her description of the noise, and failed miserably. He began to laugh.

"It's not funny! I don't know what the hell is wrong with it. You're the mechanic, not me."

Connor wasn't actually a mechanic, as far as his job went. He did work in a auto parts store, though, and could fix anything under the sun. He was only twenty and still going to the local university. During the school year he worked part-time, but it was now mid-May, classes were out, so he'd begun full-time employment.

"It's probably just the battery, anyway," he reassured her.

He went over and popped the hood of her car and leaned over the engine.

"Come and try to start it for-" he looked up to see his sister standing right next to him, peering under the hood.

Ever since Connor had begun to tinker with cars at the tender age of eleven, Kate was always at his side. She just liked to watch, and sometimes ask questions. She didn't have any real interest in learning how to fix anything, she just wanted to be with her much-adored older brother. She was eighteen now, and still liked to watch him work on cars, and she still adored him.

Kate went and got in. She tried the ignition and got the same clicking noise. When she returned to Connor's side she asked, "What do you think it is?"

"The battery's seen better days, for sure. You need a new one, regardless of the problem. Could be the alternator, I'm just not sure yet. But I brought home a new battery anyway. We'll try that first."

Kate went and sat down while Connor went to work on her car. It didn't take any time to change the battery, even she knew how to do that.

"There." He went and turned the key. The car fired right up. Connor got out with a self-satisfied smile on his face.

Kate leaped to her feet and bounded over to him. "Yeay! You fixed it! she cheered and jumped up to throw her arms around him. "Thank you!"

Connor laughed and caught her. He held her easily, having to make no effort whatsoever to hold her 100 pound, five foot two inch body.

"Your welcome." He put her down and went to shut the engine off.

Since the hood was up he decided to check the oil and do a few other minor maintenance type things to Kate's car.

"What did you do today?" he asked, somewhat absently as he pulled out the oil dipstick.

"Went to school, studied for finals. That's about it," she shrugged.

"Excited about graduating?" he glanced over at her.

"I can't wait!" she fairly bounced.

"I bet," he grinned.

"I was going to go for a run, then the damn car wouldn't start. So I called you, then, well, that's it."

"No run?" Connor knew how she loved to run. It was soothing to her, and therapeutic.

"Naw."

"You can go now, if you want."

"Really? You don't care?" She didn't want to leave, not when he was still working on her car. It didn't seem like a very considerate thing to do.

"Heck no, go ahead. Just stick around here, though. I don't want you running around the lake alone. It's too secluded in spots."

"Are you sure?" She loved the lake.

"Kate..." his voice held a warning not, telling Kate not to push her luck.

"OK, OK, if you really don't mind." Still, she hedged.

Connor looked up to see her standing there, chewing indecisively on her lower lip.

"KatieBird, go. It's OK." His voice was gentle now.

Kate smiled. He'd used his pet name for her, something rarely did anymore. He'd started calling her KatieBird when she was seven and had just learned how to whistle. He'd been nine and thought she was going to drive him insane from the incessant whistling.

She turned to go then, but stopped and glanced back over her shoulder to see her brother still watching her. Their eyes met and held for a long moment before Kate finally tore hers away and continued down the drive.

She'd suddenly felt a strange flutter in her belly, the only kind she'd get when she knew a hot guy she liked was watching her. But this, this was just...odd, to feel it now when it was only Connor that was staring at her.

Connor watched his little sister head down the drive. She was wearing light blue running shorts and a tank top. Her long brown hair was pulled back in a ponytail that still managed to tumble down her back to nearly her waist. He'd always loved her hair. It was so incredibly soft and curled just right.

He found himself watching her tight little ass in the blue jogging shorts. His cock gave a little leap.

"What the hell?" he muttered, looking down at the bulge beginning in his jeans. "Son of bitch! That's my sister!" he swore and shook his head. He bent back under the hood.

Kate ran, unsure exactly where she was running to, or more precisely, what she was running from. But it always made her feel better.

Their parents had died in the skies over Lockerbie nearly two years ago. Kate and Connor had been devastated, as theirs had been a tight, close knit family, one that had loved and laughed. But for her older brother, Kate didn't know how she would have survived. Sometimes she still didn't. Connor was now her everything.

They went to live with their Aunt Bet and Uncle Edwin, who were kind people, but had never had kids. They took care of the basic necessities for their niece and nephew, but that was really about it. Connor stayed on at their house because of Kate, and so he could save up more money for his own house when he got out of college. He paid rent there, though Aunt Bet always fussed over taking it.

Kate rounded the drive, home now from her run. She hadn't been gone long, maybe only twenty minutes. Connor worried about her alot these days...

"Huh, that's wierd," she said to herself. The front end of the car was up in the air. No, that wasn't right, only the driver's side was. The car was at an odd angle, almost as if one side had fallen...

"Holy shit!" Kate screamed as she bolted up the driveway. She'd spotted Connor's legs sticking out from the collapsed side of the car. For an unreal second the scene from 'The Wizard of Oz' flashed through her head, the one where Dorothy's house falls on the Wicked Witch of the East and all you can see are her legs sticking out.

"Connor!" Kate screamed. The car had somehow come off the jack stand and fallen on him. She raced to the front and grabbed the car jack. Without even thinking she rammed it under the car, lined it up with the frame and began to pump the long handle as fast as she could. She raised the car several inches, locked the handle and nearly passed out when she heard Connor groan.

"Connor, oh my God!" Kate half stumbled, half crawled to the side of the car where he lay, still under it, on his creeper. She grabbed his legs and yanked him out as hard as she could.

Though he was taller than her by a foot, and outweighed her by a hundred pounds, he rooled out easily. Kate nearly fell on him.

"Connor! Connor! Oh shit, Connor!" she screamed. "Are you OK? Answer me, dammit!" She grabbed him by his grey tee-shirt with both fists and tried to shake him, but he wouldn't budge.

"I'm going to be deaf if you don't stop screaming in my ear," he muttered.

Tears began to flow unabated down Kate's cheeks. "Connor, oh God, I thought you were dead. For a minute I thought you were really dead!" She tried to stifle a moan, but couldn't. It emerged, almost of it's own accord, low and gutteral.

"I'm OK, Kate. I'm not dead." He grabbed both hands that were now trying to shake his shoulders. "Easy sweetheart, easy. Hey Kate, look at me. I'm OK. Come here." He pulled her gently down on top of him.

But Kate couldn't be calmed. She began to sob uncontrollably as she lay on top of her brother, her tears soaking his shirt.

"Shh," he soothed and stroked her head. "I'm all right. See? I'm here with you. Shh Katie, it's OK."

"You-you were under the car! Oh God, it fell on you!" She held on to her brother as tightly as she could, her face buried in his chest.

Connor could say nothing to get through to her, so he simply held her in his arms and slowly, ever so slowly, she stopped crying. And then there was only silence, broken by an occasional hiccup from Kate.

"Kate," he began.

"Yes Connor?"

"If we are going to lay here any longer, can we at least get off the creeper?"

They rolled off te creeper together and it was Kate's turn to pull Connor into her arms She hugged him fiercly.

"Don't you ever do that again! Don't you go and die on me!" Her voice was hoarse from all the tears she'd shed.

"I wouldn't dare," he smiled. He raised himself up on one elbow and looked down into her blue eyes that exactly mirrored his own. Had they always been that blue? he wondered.

"What the hell happened, Connor?" she asked, reaching up and touching his cheek, as if to make sure he was really there. She just wanted to touch him.

"The jack stand gave out, I guess," he shrugged.

"You guess?" She was incredulous.

"Kate, I'm OK. I didn't get crushed, just squeezed a bit." He gave her that funny lopsided smile that he knew would melt her heart. It was the one he always gave her when she was mad at him.

She reached up again and ran her hand through his dark hair. It was thick, a little too long, and incredibly sexy.

"Not fair," she whispered. "You know I can't stay mad at you when you look at me like that." Her heart slammed hard in her chest just then. What the hell was wrong with her?

Connor cleared his throat and looked away. He was becoming alarmed at the way his body was reacting to the nearness of his sister. Twice now in one day he was getting hard because of Kate.

"We should go in now, and get cleaned up. Aunt Bet and Uncle Edwin went out and won't be home until eleven. I'm starving." For you, he thought, then almost groaned.

"I'll throw something together, if you want," Kate offered.

"I'd rather go out, if you're up for it."

"You buying?" Kate grinned, her mood beginning to lighten.

"Yup."

"Well, OK then!"

"Race you to the shower!" He leaped to his feet in one graceful, fluid motion and made for the sliding glass door. Kate was hot on his heels but he was too fast for her. He made it to their bathroom and slammed the door in her face.

There were two bathrooms in the house, but the other one was upstairs and was their aunt and uncles. Kate and Connor would never use that one. The house was a ranch with a walkout basement, two large bedrooms upstairs and two downstairs that were theirs. It was rather nice. There was a family room with a fireplace and a comfortable L shape couch. They pretty much had the whole basement for their own. The laundry was down there, but as for the rest, it was all theirs. Kate and Connor were grateful to their aunt and uncle, unfortunatly they didn't feel very loved by them.

"Don't use all the hot water," Kate hollered through the bathroom door. She knew he wouldn't, though. He was the king of short showers.

Kate was sitting Connor's room in the overstuffed chair, waiting for him to finish. Presently the water shut off and a minute later he walked in the room, a thick white towel about his hips, his only covering.

Kate sucked in her breath, almost involuntarily. For God's sake, she'd seen his naked chest before. But son of bitch, had he always had all those lean, hard, sinewy muscles? And had his shoulders always been so damn broad? Kate could only stare at the wonder that was her own brother.

Connor heard her indrawn breath and turned.

"You OK?" he asked with tiny frown. She had a wierd look on her face.

"Y-yeah. Oh, yeah," she stammered and looked away.

He came over and knelt in front of her.

"Kate, what's up? C'mon, it's me, you know, the one you tell everything."

"Oh stop, I'm fine. Really. Just uh, some guy trouble," she lied. Damn. She couldn't rmemeber the last time she'd lied to her brother. Well, actually, it wasn't a lie, not really, she thought.

"Well, if you're sure." His eyes narrowed then and he looked at her closely. "Kate, you know...you're very beautiful and guys are going to want to, um, be with you. Does it have anything to do with that?"

"Connor." She tried to look at him, but her eyes skipped away. He didn't miss it.

"Is anyone pressuring you?" he wanted to know. He felt strange asking that, as if he, her brother, had a right to know. And was that jealousy he was feeling, thinking of another man touching his sister?

"No, no one," she shook her head. "No, well, Nick has been, a little. I guess. Alot, really."

Connor didn't like hearing that. Hell, he didn't like it one bit. Partly because he didn't like Nick all that much, and partly he hated the whole fucking idea of it all. Kate had been seeing Nick since Christmas and Connor had a suspiscion he'd been trying to get in her pants.

"Have you let him?" He cringed when he heard himself say the words, but he needed to know.

"What? Have I let him what? Touch me?"

Connor nodded, holding his breath.

"Well, yes and no." She mulled it over. "Why do you want to know?"

Why indeed? he wondered. He stood up then and went to take a drink of water from the glass on his nightstand to buy a little time.

"I'm still a virgin, if that's what you want to know."

Connor began to cough and sputter, not expecting her to be so blunt. Water shot out his nose. He let out a giant sneeze then and Kate broke into gales of laughter. The tension quickly lifted and they were left laughing at one another. 

After a few minutes Kate excused herself and, shaking her head at her brother, she left to go take a shower.

In the bathroom she removed her clothes and frowned to find her pussy wet. She looked at herself in the full-length mirror and could see a bit of moisture between her legs. She reached down to touch herself and gasped when she felt the slickness there. Her clit stood out and was hard and swollen. She stroked herself several times, trying hard not to moan. She needed to come, knew. Needed to release the sexual tension that continued to build.

Kate turned on the shower and stepped into the hot spray. The strain of the day began to ease in her shoulders but there was a know in her gut that wouldn't go away. Christ, Connor had almost died today. She closed her eyes and sould only see him there under the car, when she'd feared him crushed to death.

Kate shook her head, trying to rid her mind of the disturbing image. Her fingers returned to her pussy, feeling, stroking. She slowly inserted her first finger, then her second. She'd once tried three, but that had really hurt. She began to fuck herself and tease her clit with her thumb. Her other hand stole up and began to play with her tits. She pinched her nipples, one then the other. She was close now, so incredibly close. A small moan escaped and then in a rush, she orgasmed, her juices spilling over her fingers, getting washed away by the shower spray. In her mind, all she could see was Connor, touching her, stroking her, making love to her.

"Kate! Let's go!" Connor yelled through the door.

"O-OK! I'm coming!" she yelled back, then began to laugh at what she'd said.

She washed quickly then got out of the shower. She wrapped another white towel around her and went across the hall to her room. Connor, she saw, was in the family room watching TV.

She joined him after dressing and brushing out her hair. It hung down to her ass when wet, but curled up a few inches as it dried.

Kate emerged from her room sans makeup, which was just fine with Connor. The less the better, in his opinion. Kate didn't need any at all, to his thinking. She was a rare, natural beauty. Her lashes were long, thick and dark, and her high cheekbones needed no accenting at all.

"Ready?" she asked, not looking at him She was digging for her keys in her purse. Had she looked up she would have seen Connor staring at her, his eyes hooded, a dark look on his face.

Connor was trying his damnedest to not jump off the couch and enfold Kate in his arms. He wanted to hold her, stroke her, touch and taste her. Hell, he wanted to make love to her!

Instead, he answered, "Yeah, I'm ready. Where do you want to go?"

"Hmm...Thai?"

Connor wrinkled his nose and shook his head.

"No? OK, um...Chinese, Mexican, Japanese?"

Connor kept shaking his head.

"Well, where the hell do you want to go then?"

"Italian?" he asked hopefully.

"Sure," she laughed. "You should have just said so in the first place."

They went in Connor's jeep. The late spring evening was chilly so Kate helped to put on the top.

They had fun together, as the usually did. Joking and laughing and talking. They both began to feel normal again, each thinking that what they'd been feeling for the other was behind them, just a fleeting feeling.

After dinner they went home. Their aunt and uncle were still out, not that it mattered; they rarely spent any time with Kate and Connor.

"Do you want to watch 'Home Alone', 'Good Fellas', or 'Psycho'?" Connor asked as he flipped through the movie channels.

"I haven't seen 'Psycho' in ages," Kate said enthusiastically. Mobster movies didn't appeal to her and 'Home Alone' was a Christmas movie. She didn't like watching movies out of season.

"'Psycho' it is. You aren't going to freak out on me, though, or anything, are you?" he asked with a grin.

"Naw," she scoffed. "Besides, the movie's not that scary."

It had just started so they settled in to watch. Connor tried hard, very hard, not to notice how Kate would grip his thigh when a scary part came on. Then came the famous shower scene and Kate all but launched herself onto his lap.

"Damn! No matter how many times I see it, that part always gets me!" she laughed, looking up at him.

Kate had thrown herself face first into her brother's chest and his arms had come up automatically to encircle and hold her. He held her yet, tight against him, trying to will himself to put her away from him. He lost the battle when she turned her face up to his. His heart began to pound a wild beat and his palms grew sweaty.

"Connor, what-?"

"Katie, I-"

They both cut the other off. Their eyes continued to stay locked together for several momnets, then Connor broke it off, tearing his gaze away from his sister's.

They both knew there was something wrong, that they were each feeling things for the other that they shouldn't and it was scaring the hell out of them.

"Maybe I should go to bed now," Kate said softly, pulling away from her brother.

Connor didn't want to let her go. He wanted her there, where she was. But he nodded and opened his arms. Kate hesitated for the briefest moment, then was up and gone before he knew it.

In her room Kate began to pace. She knew Connor felt it too, what she was feeling. But she didn't know what to do about it. She tried to lay down and go to sleep, but sleep wouldn't come for her. She heard her brother go into the bathroom, then about ten minute later she heard him head for bed. She could hear music playing softly, faintly. She began to relax.

Connor had gone into the bathroom rock hard and in pain. He pulled his cock out of his pants and rubbed some lotion on his hands. Slowly he began to work it over the head and down the shaft. All he could think of was Kate. Sweet sister, God how he wanted her! He closed his eyes and thought of her, imagined her on her knees before him, pretended it was her mouth sucking him off and not just his hands. He was her naked on his bed, beautiful legs spread open before him, beckoning, calling to him.


Kate and Connor Ch. 01



In his minds' eye he saw himself climb on top of her, raise her arms above her head and kiss her deeply. His cock was probing, seeking her heat and then, in an instant, found it. Connor saw himself plunging over and over again into his sister's virgin cunt.

Connor exoloded with a shuddering orgasm and gasped deeply as his hot semen spilled over his hands. He sank to the floor, completely spent and leaned back against the wall, his head resting on his forearms.

After a few minutes he rose and cleaned up then went to his room. On the way he paused outside Kate's door, but continued on. He was afraid of what he might say or do. Instead he went in and quietly put on a CD.

Kate was still awake an hour later, and still the music in Connor's room played on. She felt herself being drawn to him. She got out of bed and made her way to his room. His door was shut, so she knocked.

"Yeah," was the response she got.

"Connor, can I come in?" she asked softly.

There was a few seconds hesitation before he answered, "Yeah, it's open."

She went in and shut the door behind her. Her brother was laying on his bed, a single lamp burning on the bedside table, casting the room in long, dark shadows. He was wearing his boxers and a snug white tee-shirt.

Connor watched her come around to the side of the bed, but she didn't sit. He stared at her a long minute then growled,

"Why would you come in here dressed like that? Do you think I'm made of stone?"

Kate's eyes widened at that, then she looked down at herself.

"But-I don't...I mean, the shirt's yours, Connor." And it hung to her knees, or very near there.

Connor got up and grabbed her by the hand, dragging her over to the mirror that hung on his wall.

"You're beautiful Kate," he sighed. "Look at you."

Kate looked, but not at herself. She could only see Connor standing so tall and strong next to her. He towered over her. He was massive, the width of his shoulders and shest, his upper arms, too. His legs were like coiled steel sheathed in skin.

They turned toward eachother at the same time. It was Kate who spoke softly.

"I need to talk to you. That's why I came in here."

"I know, Kate. I know," he whispered. He reached for her face, cupping it between his palms.

"What do you know, Connor?" She looked up at him, searching his eyes.

"Ah hell, Kate," he sighed as his resistance fell away. His head bent down towards hers and he brushed her lips gently with his own, lingering for but a moment. He felt her sigh and melt into him. His arms went around her and he pulled her close. Her head fit perfectly against his chest.

"I'm feeling things for you, things I never have before," she confessed in a whisper.

"I feel it, as well."

"I'm scared Connor."

"I know, babe. I know. I'm scared, too." His voice was quiet and strong, and so very reassuring.

A yawn almost split Kate's jaw in two and she swayed against Connor. It had been a very long, trying, and emotional day for them. It was now well past midnight and they were both exhausted.

"It's time for sleeping now, sweetheart. Tomorrow's another day. We'll try to sort this out then." He spoke with way more confidence than he felt, though. He wondered if it would be that easy. He doubted it, but right now he knew that's what Kated needed to hear.

"Don't make me leave." Kate's voice was tiny, Connor almost didn't hear her.

"You want to stay here?" Kate nodded against his chest. He frowned. He didn't know if he had that much self-control, though he knew he'd never force himself on her. He couldn't say no to his sister. "OK. C'mon, get into bed."

Kate crawled between the sheets and moved over to the side closest to the wall.

"Remember when we were little, Con?" she asked after he settled in and snapped off the light.

"Sure. You were always trying to find your way into my bed, even back then. Have you no shame?" he tried to tease.

"With you, I guess not." She reached for him then and he turned towards her so they were face to face on their sides. He stroked Kate's face with tenderness. Her eyes grew heavy as sleep began to overcome her. She had never known a more safe, secure feeling since leaving her home to come live with their aunt and uncle. Kate fell asleep to Connor's gentle caresses and whispered words of love.

Kate woke up several hours later to Connor raining soft kisses on her neck and face. They were light as the morning dew and just as sweet.

"Katie," he breathed. "I want you so much."

"Don't stop, Connor. Please don't stop. I want you, too," she moaned.

"I think I'm going to make love to you, Kate."

Kate was trying to work her shirt up over her head but it was sutck underneath her. "Dammit Connor, help me get this thing off!"

"You mean it Kate? You really want to?"

"Yes! Yes!" She was almost frantic with her need for him.

Conner needed no further urging. With a sweep of his arm Kate's, or rather his, shirt was up and over her head. He threw it over his shoulder and it landed somewhere behind the dresser.

Kate was nearly naked to him now, save her panties. He hooked his finges under the this elastic and looked at her with the question "can I?" in his eyes. She nodded.

Slowly Connor drew them down. She was so beautiful to him, his sweet sister. He'd loved her for such a long time, though it didn't fully dawn on him until recently. He'd been having less-than-brotherly feelings for Kate for a while now, but he'd always ignored it or shrugged it off. He could ignore it no longer, especially now that he knew Kate felt the same way.

He ran his hands up the length of her legs. Up and over her flat belly, her ribs, to her lovely tits. He cupped each gently in his hands and lowered his head. He ran his tounge over the nipples, first one then the other. He blew softly, watching them harden into perfect little twin peaks.

"Connor!" she gasped.

He jerked up, alarmed. "What!"

She reached up and yanked his head back down. "Don't stop now, dammit!"

"Oh..." With a smile he returned to his task, enjoying every second of it.

The heat was building in Kate. She was fairly throbbing now, needing release and not sure she'd find it. The only time she was able to orgasm was when she masturbated. Nick had actually asked her once if something was wrong with her. She'd been so embarrassed by that. She'd begun to wonder if maybe she was defective or something. So now, here with Connor, she was afraid. Afraid of what she wouldn't be able to do, aftaid he'd get mad, like Nick would get. She should have known better.

At first Kate had been so relaxed in his arms, Connor was thinking. But now she was tensing up on him. "Having second thoughts, Kate?" he whispered.

Her eyes flew open. Connor's dark head hovered above her own. His eyes bore into hers as he tried to read what she was feeling.

"What? No! God Connor, no!"

"Something's wrong," he stated matter-of-fact. He continued to caress her, his large hand gently kneading and rubbing her soft flesh. "Tell me, Kate. Let me make it OK," he pleaded.

"It's just that I...I don't know how to..." she looked away, too embarrassed to go on.

"How to what? How to make love? Sweetheart, I wouldn't expect you to know how to do something you've never done, and frankly, I'm glad of it."

Kate's eyes grew wide upon hearing that. "There's something else."

To Connor, Kate looked as if she were going to confess to being the Boston Strangler.

"What is it, love. You can tell me," he prodded gently.

"I've never had an orgasm," she whispered. He almost didn't hear her, so quietly she spoke. "At least, not ever by someone else. I mean, I've given myself one..." she stammered. "But no one else...oh hell..." She'd made a muck of it, she knew. She couldn't even look at her brother now, she was so embarrassed.

"Ah Kate," he sighed and gathered her in his arms.

"Please don't be mad," she begged. "I just don't know what to do."

"You don't have to know. Just feel, babe. Just feel." His hand stole down to the juncture of Kate's legs. They were shut tight but she opened them slightly for him. She was hot and wet for him. He groaned when he felt the moisture between her thighs. Slowly his hand worked it's way down until he was at her very heat.

"Open up for me, baby. Please," he growled is her ear.

Kate's legs fell open and she moaned as Connor finally touched her pussy.

"Kate. God, you are so wet." His fingers brushed over her engorged clit and Kate nearly came off the bed.

"Like that, love?" he asked.

"Oh, God Connor," was all she could manage. Connor took that as a yes.

"I want to touch you, sweet sister. Everywhere. I want to touch you, taste you." Gently, carefully he ran his index finger up and down her slit, coating it with her juices. He slipped it inside her then; her heat was incredible.

"Oh God! Connor!"

He began to fuck her with his finger, gently at first in and out, getting her used to what she was feeling.

"You're so tight, Kate. So tight." He groaned. Keeping his finger still inside her, he moved up her body and kissed her, a deep, searing kiss that left them both gasping for air.

When Kate began to buck beneath his hand Connor knew she was ready for him, yet he needed to taste her first. He moved lower, covering her belly with kisses, lower still until he hovered over what he wanted. He wanted the very core of her need in his mouth. He inhaled her scent, the very essence that was Kate.

When Connor's tounge touched her clit Kate thought she'd been shot through with electricity. No on had ever touched her THAT way before! Of course, she'd only had one serious boyfriend, Nick, and he'd never done that to her. Kate knew some men liked to do that; she'd just never experienced it before.

"Connor, Connor, please!" she begged. She didn't know what she needed, what she was begging for. But Connor did. His tounge darted in and out, stroking, licking, teaseing.

"Connor!"

When he knew Kate could take it no longer he removed his boxers. He heard Kate gasp. She was staring at his cock.

"What's wrong?" He frowned and looked down at it. It looked fine to him, he hadn't grown another head down there or anything. Then it his him. She was scared of it.

Shit, he thought. Don't freeze up on me now.

"It's OK, Kate. Don't worry."

"It's awfully big."

Connor wanted to puff up with pride but said instead, "It's not so big, Kate." Even though it was.

"It's not?"

"Naw, not really."

Then he covered her mouth with kisses before she could say anything else.

"One more time Kate. Are you sure?"

Kate couldn't speak now, only nod. She'd never wanted anything as much as she wanted her brother.

Connor positioned his cock with one hand, bracing himself over Kate with his other elbow. Slowly, ever so slowly he began to enter her.

"Don't stiffen up now, babe. Relax," he rasped out. He wanted to just ram it into her sweet cunt as hard as he could, but he knew he couldn't do that. God no, never that. For Kate, making love would be forever ruined if he went too fast.

When he felt her hymen he paused. "You OK?" he asked, gazing into her eyes.

Kate nodded.

"It's going to hurt for a second, sweetheart. I'm sorry." 

"I know."

Before she could say another word and while he still held her gaze, Connor surged forward, breaking through her virgin barrier. He shuddered a moment, then went still.

Kate gasped at the pain and tried to squirm away from him. He held her still. "Shh, it'll get better."

It was already feeling better. "It didn't hurt too much, Connor." She was kind of surprised.

Connor sagged with relief. She was so incredibly tight. He'd never known anything like it.

He gave Kate a moment or two to get used to the feel of him inside of her, then he began to move.

"Oh, Connor," she moaned. She wrapped her smooth legs up around his waist and clung to him as she felt herself being carried away in a flood of emotions.

Connor was the one doing all the work at first, and certainly didn't mind it. He loved the feel of Kate's sexy legs wrapped around his waist, but gradually she began to move, too, meeting him thrust for thrust. Nothing had ever felt so wonderous to him in his life. He himself was no virgin, but no other woman had ever done to him what his Kate was doing, making him feel.

"Kate," he panted, "Oh God, Kate. I'm going to come soon. Baby, I can't hold on much longer."

"Don't stop Connor! Please! Oh Connor!" And it finally crashed over her with a force like she'd never known. Connor knew it and it triggered his own shattering release. They came together as one, clinging together, both knowing now that they'd never, ever be alone, because they had eachother.



Kate and Connor Ch. 02



Author's note: This one's for Rick, for helping me see the 'why' behind the typos. ;-) And for just 'getting it'. Thanks! Let's hope this one is better!

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Sunday dawned rainy and cold, so much different than the previous day. Not only had the weather changed, but so had Kate and Connor.

Kate woke up first that morning and lay quietly in the arms of her brother. She didn't want to disturb his sleep, and was grateful to have a few minutes to herself and her thoughts.

She'd clung to her brother in fear the night before, in fear of all she was feeling for him, but not for long. She wasn't scared anymore. She loved this man, her brother. He was now also her lover, but more important, he was her friend. Kate smiled to herself and snuggled closer to Connor, if it was possible to get any closer than she was.

Connor woke up when he felt Kate's movements. Kate! He was still holding her in his arms; it wasn't just a dream after all.

"Kate," he whispered. "You awake?"

"Mmhmm," she muttered.

Connor looked at the digital clock over on his dresser. Ten-fifteen. Good thing it was Sunday. He yawned and ran a hand over his face. It was prickly now with two days' worth of growth.

Kate moved back a bit so she could look at him. He smiled. She smiled back.

"I love you, Connor."

"I love you, too, Kate." He put his hand behind her neck and pulled her back to him. Their lips met and parted, their tounges sparring gently with one another. Connor grew hard against Kate's belly and she could feel his arousal pressing intimately into her. Her hand moved down between their bodies and she wrapped her fingers around his cock. Still, their lips did not part. Kate began to stroke him, slowly at first, then picked up speed.

Connor broke their kiss with a groan.

"Hell, Kate!" His head rolled back and he shut his eyes.

Kate sat up then and he opened his eyes to see what she was up to. She moved to lay between his outstretched legs. With him still firmly in her grip she looked to him and asked,

"I want you in my mouth Connor. Can I, please?"

"Sweetheart, you don't have to." But oh, how desperately he wanted her to.

"I want to. Is it OK?"

"Whatever you want Kate, is fine with me."

She lowered her head and went straight for his. She doesn't mess around, was Connor's last coherent thought as Kate took him fully into her warm, wet mouth.

Connor thought he was dying as Kate sucked and swirled her tounge around his cock. She moved up and down with long, graceful strokes and when her mouth grew a bit tired she used her hand to keep up the momentum. Then back again with her sweet mouth and tounge.

"Shit, Katie," he grated out. "Son of a bitch!" His hands gripped at the sheets bunched around him. He pressed his head back into the pillow and began to buck his hips in time with her bobbing head.

When Kate began to gently massage his balls he knew he was near the edge.

"Kate, I'm gonna come." He could barely speak but managed to continue, "You better stop or you're gonna get a mouthful of my come."

Kate's answer to that was to fuck him with her mouth even faster. She wanted to taste her brother's come, feel it slide down her throat. She wanted all of him.

Connor came then, felt his world explode into his sister's throat. He wanted to scream her name but he couldn't make a sound. Only feel her milk him and swallow every bit.

When he finishd coming Kate lay her head down on his thigh and watched in fascination as the transformation in Connor's cock took place. It went from being roughly eight inches long down to maybe four or so.

Connor's words broke into her concentration.

"That was the best fucking blowjob I've ever had!"

Kate looked up the length of him and arched her brows.

"And just how many have you had?"

"Enough to know that was the best fucking blowjob I've ever had!" He reached down and dragged her up his body until she lay over him, her lovely hair hanging down like a dark satin curtain, blocking out the world, if only for a moment.

"If I didn't know better, I'd swear you've done that before," he grinned.

"Well, actually, I have," she smiled back at him, happy to have pleased him.

Connor's smile quickly faded.

"You have? With who?" Now he was frowning. "With Nick?" Connor felt jealousy begin to swell in his chest.

"Oh, for Christ sake Connor! Yes, with Nick. And only with Nick a few times, OK? Don't be going all 'big brother' on me now. Not after last night," she ended in a whisper.

Connor pushed her head down on his chest and tightened his arms around her.

"Ah Kate. I'm not going all 'big brother' on you. Silly girl, I'm going all 'jealous lover' on you," he sighed. "I'm sorry, OK?"

Realization dawned on her then. "Oh...OK." She couldn't surpress a smile.

"So, what do you need to do today?" Connor asked, smoothly shifting gears.

"Hmm...not much. Just go over some notes from a couple classes. You?"

"I've got a couple things to do." One was going to get Kate's graduation present. Then he had to stop by his boss's house for a while.

"Care to join me for a run around the lake?" she asked hopefully.

"Sure. We'll go when I get back. Do not go with out me, Kate." His tone was low and serious. "I mean it."

"OK. I won't. I promise." Kate knew why Connor wouldn't let her go to the lake alone. Two weeks ago a girl about Kate's age had been attacked there. Thankfully she'd gotten away with no harm done to her, but it had totally freaked out Connor. He hadn't let her go to the lake alone since, and probably never would again.

Kate was just finishing her homework when there was a knock on the sliding glass door. She looked up to see Nick standing there. Her heart started to pound, she knew she couldn't put off the inevitable.

"Hi Nick," she greeted as she opened the slider.

"Hey," he brushed past her. Nick wasn't much for manners. Kate watched him walk by her and suddenly wondered what she'd seen in him.

Nick looked around him and tried to see down the hall to Connor's room. He hadn't seen the jeep in the driveway so he was hoping Kate's pain-in-the-ass older brother wasn't around.

"Connor here?" he asked.

"Um...no. Why?"

"'Cause I was hoping to talk you out of your pants today."

Jesus Christ, Kate thought.

"You're kidding, right?"

"No. I'm not. Look, we've been together for four months. Don't you think it's time we fucked?" It sounded perfectly reasonable to him.

"Well, actually no, when you put it that way, I don't." Hell, he was making this way too easy and he didn't even know it.

"C'mon, Kate," he cajoled.

"Look Nick, you aren't going to get in my pants, OK? I think you should just leave. We aren't going to fuck, as you so eloquently put it. Not now. Not ever. Please leave." Kate was angry. She strode over to the slider and yanked it open.

"You cold bitch! What, you go and find someone else?" he snapped.

Kate didn't know it but the look on her face told him everything. Well, almost everything.

"Holy shit! You have someone else! You little slut! You're fucking someone else!" He moved toward her then. "Who is it, Kate? Someone from school? I'll find out, I swear I will."

"Get out!" she hissed. She wanted to scream at him but didn't dare. Her aunt and uncle were upstairs and she didn't want them to hear.

"I'll find out, Kate," he threatened once more, then blew out the door.

Kate was shaken, still angry, but shaken. Was she really a slut? Good Lord, she'd slept with her brother! That was even worse. Tears were flowing down her cheeks before she even made it to the couch.

Connor recognized the car in the drive. He was on his way home and saw it as soon as he turned onto the street. Nick was there. Anger began to surge through him, and he had to mentally calm himself.

As Connor was about to pull in beind, the car was suddenly slammed into reverse and it shot backwards down the drive. Connor watched as Nick floored it and pealed off down the street.

"Wonder what the hell that was all about," he muttered. He hurried inside, worried about Kate, and still somewhat angry.

Kate heard the slider open and close. She knew it was Connor because she'd heard Nick's less-than-graceful exit.

"What the hell did he want?" Connor demanded.

"To get in my pants," came Kate's muffled reply.

"Son of a bitch!" Connor made his way around the couch and sat down beside Kate's head. Her face was buried in a pillow. Time for big brother to kick in.

"You OK? Did he hurt you?" He placed a gentle hand on her back.

"No. Well, sort of."

"I'm going to kill him."

"No you aren't."

"He hurt you. I have to kill him."

"Would you stop?" Kate was trying not to laugh. "He didn't hurt me physically. He called me a slut, though."

"The bastard. That's just as bad. You aren't a slut, Kate."

"I'm not?" She turned over and looked up at him. Tears still clung to her lashes. Connor reached over and wiped them away.

"Well, maybe." He pretended to think about it. "You're my slut," he grinned.

"It's not funny, Connor."

Connor turned serious.

"I know Kate." He stroked her hair. "Honey, you aren't a slut. Really."

"But I slept with you. You're my brother."

And there it was, the crux of it all.

"I love you, Kate. And this morning you told me that you loved me. Were you lying?"

"No! I do love you. More than anything."

Connor sighed. He knew they were going to have to have this conversation, had prepared himself for it. But he hadn't thought it would have been brought about this way. That fucking bastard, calling Kate a slut...

He realized then that Kate was climbing into his lap.

"Jesus Kate!" he groaned as her knee dug into his groin. "What the hell are you doing?"

"Oh, sorry. Can I sit on you?"

"Looks like you already are."

She smiled at him, her blue eyes lighting up. She was so pretty, he thought. Her hair was down and unrestricted by hairband, barettes, and the like. He loved it when she wore it down. The freckles sprinkled on the bridge of her nose stood out prominently today, the result of the sunshine of yesterday.

Somehow Kate got herself sitting in a cross legged position on his lap. She reached up and cupped his now smoothly shaven face in her palms. They were now face to face and eye to eye.

"Was it wrong, Connor? What we did?"

Connor thought for a minute, then chose his words carefully.

"There are some that would say yes, Kate. Hell, most," he allowed. "But I guess what really matters here is what we think. You and I."

"Do you think it was wrong?"

Connor's answer was simple. He needed not to even think about it.

"No Kate. For me, it wasn't wrong." He shook his head. "And you? Was it wrong for you?" His heart began to pound in his chest. He realized then that what Kate said next would very well affect him for the rest of his life.

Looking into his eyes Kate could see all the love and affection there. Until the end of her days, Kate knew she'd never forget this moment.

"No, Connor. It was right. So right, and so wonderful."

Relief surged through him like a freight train. He closed his eyes and, though he wasn't a very religious man, he sent up a quick prayer of thanks to God.

Kate unfolded her legs and straddled her brother's hips. She wrapped her arms around his neck and leaned down to rest her head on his shoulder. With her face buried in his neck she could still smell the scent of his shaving cream, aloe-and-something or other. It was a smell that, for Kate, had deep-seated and pleasant memories. It was also the scent of their Dad. Kate smiled softly to herself, lost for a brief moment in memories.

"Connor?" she murmured.

"Yes, Kate?"

"Make love to me."

He hugged her to him.

"Anything you say, sweetheart." He stood then, with Kate's arms and legs still wrapped around his neck and waist. He carried her down the hall and, instead of continuing on to his room, he entered hers.

"We have to be quiet, Kate," he warned. "Bet and Edwin are home."

She nodded. "OK"

"Undress me, then," he growled playfully.

She smiled up at him and using his words from a minute ago, said,

"Anything you say. I'm yours."

"Forever?"

"Forever." She tugged at the top button of his faded blue jeans. It gave way with a pop. She pulled at the zipper then slowly drew them down over his thighs. Continuing, she knelt at his bare feet and pulled one leg off, then the other. Next, she drew down his boxers. Connor's fully erect cock sprang out in front of her eyes.

"You lied to me, Connor." She glared up at him "I noticed it earlier, you know."

"What the hell about?" He was confused about the sudden switch in her demeanor. He frowned down at her.

"It's fucking huge!" At least to Kate's thinking, it was.

A slow grin spread over his face as he realized what she was talking about.

"Oh that. Yeah, well...sorry," he shrugged. "I was trying to make you feel better."

"It's OK. I like it."

"My cock?"

"Oh yeah."

Connor sucked in his breath as Kate's mouth closed over him. His hands stole into her hair and cupped the sides of her head as slowly he began to fuck her mouth.

"God, Kate, that feels so good. Your mouth is so wet and hot."

Kate ran her hands down her brother's legs, then up over his perfect, hard ass cheeks. Connor had a great ass, she thought as she felt it beneath her palms.

Slowly Kate stood. She pulled his shirt up and he raised his arms. He was very tall and she couldn't quite manage to take it off him the rest of the way, so he ripped it over his head and, like Kate's shirt from the night before, tossed it over his shoulder.

"Guess we don't need that." His laugh turned into a groan as Kate's tounge began to caress his nipples. She moved lower again, across the hard ridged plain of his stomach, continuing on until she was once again on her knees before him. She took him back into her mouth.

"Son of a bitch," he whispered. "Oh my God. Kate..." He felt himself losing control as he began to pound her mouth faster.

Suddenly and without warning Connor pulled his cock out of her mouth.

"Hey, what-" Kate protested as she was hauled up into his arms. He strode over to the bed and, though he tried to be gentle, he literally threw her down on it. He came crashing down on top of her, devouring her mouth with his own.

"I want you Kate. I'm going to have you. You're mine!" he told her between ravishing kisses.

"Always yours, Connor. Always." She kissed him back just as fiercly.

Connor undid her jeans and roughly yanked them down her legs. Next, her panties came off and over his shoulder they went, as well. He tried to remove the white, lacy button-down shirt she was wearing, but his hands were large and he found himself having trouble with the tiny buttons.

"Ah, hell." He gave up and with both hands ripped her shirt open wide. Tiny buttons flew everywhere.

"Connor! I loved that shirt!"

"I'll buy you a new one," he growled as he crushed his lips to hers.

Kate was seeing a new side to her brother she'd never seen before, and son of bitch if it wasn't making her even hotter for him. He'd just destroyed her favorite shirt and she found she didn't even care.

"Connor, I want you inside me! Please!"

"Not yet, Kate." After making quick work of her bra he lowered his head to take one nipple into his mouth while his right hand went down to nestle into her soaking wet pussy. He ever so gently pushed one finger inside.

"Does it hurt, love?" he asked in a whisper.

Kate shook her head.

"No, not much."

"Good." He was worried she'd be sore this day.

After paying attention to her other tit, Connor moved down between her legs. Slowly he began to make love to her with his mouth and tounge until Kate could stand the sweet torture no longer.

"Connor!" She was grasping at his head, pulling at his hair, his shoulders, anything.

Connor rose up and as he plunged his finger into her cunt his mouth slanted over hers. She screamed into it as her orgasm crashed over her. Wave after wave undulated through her until she was lying in his arms, limp as a wet dish rag, thoroughly exhausted.

Her eyes opened slowly and things came into focus. Connor was staring at her.

"You OK?" he asked.

"Good Lord, I'm not sure. What the hell did you do to me?"

With a grin that was pure Connor, he said,

"You ain't seen nothin' yet."

Connor fucked his sister every way but up that evening.

Kate was drifting off a while later when she was rudely yanked from sleep by a noise. She forced herself to become fully awake and listened. What was it that she'd heard? She tried to think of what it was and where it had come from. She thought from the laundry but she wasn't sure.

Connor was sleeping soundly, as usual. A canon could go off next to him and he wouldn't wake up, much to she-who-was-a-light-sleeper's annoyance.

"Connor, you awake?" She poked him in the back.

Nothing.

"Connor!" she hissed.

"Hmph..." he grunted.

"I heard something!"

"Goddammit Doug! I already counted the fucking spark plugs!"

Kate thought he was dreaming about work. Inventory time again. Connor was always a bear during inventory.

Kate hadn't heard anything again so she put it out of her head and cuddled up to Connor's broad back. She slipped her arm around his waist and felt him pull it close to his heart.

In his sleep, Connor smiled.

They were up bright and early Monday morning, Kate to school and Connor to work. Coffee was breakfast for them and their parting kiss held deeper meaning.

"You look different today," Doug commented to Connor halfway through the day.

"Yeah? How so?" Connor glanced up from the computerized catalog. Goddamned high performance bullshit...

"Can't put my finger on it, but it's there."

"Huh. Don't know, man," Connor shrugged his shoulders with a grin.

Doug didn't press it, but the thought still lingered.

Doug was Connor's boss and a mentor of sorts. They got along well, were both gear heads and Connor enjoyed hanging out at Doug's house on Saturdays. They were restoring a car together in Doug's garage. He and his wife Debra had just had a baby not too long ago and they were both fond of Connor and Kate.

"Hey, Deb said to tell you to come for dinner on Friday. She wants Kate to come, too, if she can."

"Can't turn down a dinner invite from your wife. I'd never hear the end of it," Connor smiled.

"Yeah, me either," Doug jokingly grumbled.

"We'll be there. Kate's dying to see Gracie." Connor was referring to the new baby.

"Good. I'll tell Debra. Hey, we gotta get the inventory done by Saturday afternoon. Just a warning."

"Fuck."

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"I can't wait to see Grace."

"She's sweet. Deb came in yesterday with her. Wait 'til you see all the hair."

They were in the jeep on the way over to Doug and Deb's Friday night.

Kate and Connor's relationship as brother and sister had always been a very easy going and comfortable one. They'd always been close and since the change in their relationshop nearly a week ago, they'd grown even closer. Not only in a sexual way, but mentally and emotionally as well. Kate had lost all her shyness and inhibitions in bed and while they still acted quite alot like brother and sister, there was a deeper connection between them now. And it wasn't hard to see it.

It was Debra that picked up on it almost right away. Just a few little things, like the way Connor opened the door for Kate and guided her through it, placing his hand intimately at the small of her back. The way Kate's fingers lingered for a second on Connor's hand when she gave him a beer, and Connor had to almost physically tear his eyes away from Kate's to answer a question from Doug.

Then Gracie woke up.

"Here you go, Kate. She's all nursed and changed," Debra said, placing Grace in Kate's arms. Debra stepped back, over to Doug's side and watched.




Kate and Connor Ch. 02



"Thanks!" Kate glanced up at Deb with a smile lighting up her face.

Connor leaned over to peer at the baby. Kate's gaze moved from Deb to him.

"Oh my God, isn't she cute?"

"Yeah, she is," Connor agreed.

Grace was wide awake, staring up at the two faces staring down at her. She giggled and burbled happily as Kate and Connor fussed over her. They didn't notice Debra watching intently.

"Hey, look how happy she is!" Doug observed. "You two are going to make awesome parents someday!"

Connor's face turned dead white and Kate began to blush furiously. Debra gave Doug a sharp dig with her elbow.

"What?" He looked bewildered.

"I think dinner's almost ready!" Deb announced. "Kate, can you give me a hand?"

"Sure. Want to hold her?" And without waiting for an answer she handed Grace to Connor. "Just hold her neck. There you go. You're a natural." She stood and gave him a peck on the cheek. Kate wanted to laugh out loud at the way he was stiff-arming Grace. Grace didn't like it and began to cry.

"Here!" Connor quickly handed off the baby to her father.

"Ten minutes guys!" Deb called from the kitchen. 

"Want to go see her a minute?" Doug asked Connor with a knowing grin.

Connor cast a quick, anxious glance into the kitchen.

"Think we have time?"

"If we're quick. C'mon."

Into the garage they went with Grace still in her Dad's arms. Doug snapped on the light and they both stared at the lovely creation before them. Their 1970 Dodge Charger.

The motor was nearly done. It hung on the cherry picker, ready and waiting for it's finishing touches before going in. The body was still a dull shade of grey primer, but Doug would be taking care of that. He was a master auto painter. They'd chosen black with three bold red stripes down the hood and trunk.

"I thought we'd find you out here," Debra scolded playfully.

"Damn, caught red-handed," Connor laughed.

"Let's go guys. Time to eat."

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"Come on over tomorrow, Connor. Let's see if we can get the motor finished," Doug said as Connor and Kate were getting ready to go home.

"Glad we finished the inventory," Connor muttered. It was a grueling job and one he hated immensely. But they'd put in long hours that week and had finished.

Debra put Grace to sleep shortly thereafter, then went to join her husband in the living room. She sat down next to him, unsure of where to start.

"Doug? Can I talk to you?"

"Yeah, babe. Come here." He pulled her into his arms. He sighed a deep, almost melancholy sigh.

"What was that for?" she asked.

"I think I know what's eating at you."

"You do?"

"The kids."

So he'd seen it, too. Debra sagged into him with relief.

"Then I'm not crazy. I noticed it almost right away. Something's changed between those two."

Doug was quiet for a minute, thinking back to the past week, and this past evening. The changes were obvious, even a blind dog would have seen it.

"What do we do, Doug?" Debra asked, beginning to worry.

"I'm not sure there's anything we can do, babe. Just be there for them, I guess. We can't turn our backs on them. Not after everything they've been through.

"No, oh no! We can't. God, Doug, what will they do? How does something like this happen?"

"I don't know, Deb. Partly their past, partly their current circumstances. Hell, they've only had each other the last two years. You just can't help who you fall in love with, I guess.

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"WooHoo! Finally!" Doug cheered as they lowered the motor in. They had it in place, but still hanging on the cherry picker. They'd actually had the motor running an hour ago.

"I need a beer." Connor headed for the little garage refridgerator.

"Get me one, too."

They cracked open the cold ones and sat down in the battered, greasy lawn chairs.

"So Kate's graduation is next Saturday?" Doug asked, taking a swig.

"Yup," Connor grinned. "You guys are coming, right?"

"Wouldn't miss it. Gracie's staying with her Nana and Papa. So it'll just be me and Deb."

"That'll be nice for you two."

"Yeah!" Doug laughed. "Hey, you know, Kate's certainly grown into a beautiful young woman."

"Yeah?" Connor raised his brows, gave Doug a sidelong glance and tipped his beer to his lips.

"Don't you think?"

Connor shrugged.

Goddammit, Doug thought. He's not giving me anything to work with here.

"OK, look Connor, here's the thing. Deb and I have noticed you and Kate have grown exceptionally close lately-"

Connor cut Doug off, his heart slamming in his chest.

"What the fuck-!" he began to rise.

But Doug wouldn't have it. He held up a hand. Connor sat back down.

"Let me finish!" he barked.

Connor nodded, leaning forward, his head in his hands. He knew what was coming.

"We aren't exactly sure what's up with you two and frankly, we know it isn't any of our business. So you can go ahead and tell me to go to hell if you want. But Deb and I want you to know that we're here for you, both of you. For whatever you need." He clasped a hand on Connor's shoulder. Beneath his hand he could feel Connor start to shake. Doug didn't say anything, just let the younger man work through his emotions. Finally, Connor could hold it in no longer. The dam burst and he started to cry.

"I love her. Goddammit, I love her so fucking much!" He impatiently wiped at his eyes.

"She loves you, too." It wasn't a question, but an observation on Doug's part.

"Yeah, she does." Connor smiled.

"This must be hard on you guys."

"We're working through it."

"Is it just lust, or is it something you want to last?"

"It's not lust, Doug." Connor shook his head." I love her. More than my own life."

And Doug knew it was true. It was it Connor's eyes, the vehement, intense way he spoke. This wasn't just a momentary infatuation. This was real.

"You two have chosen a very difficult row to hoe, Connor. But I think you know that. You seem to be going into this with your eyes wide open."

"We are." Connor nodded.

"Then there's just one more thing."

"What's that?"

Doug's voice was low and serious when he spoke.

"For God's sake, don't get her pregnant. What you two decide to do is of your own doing. Don't bring an innocent into it. You have got to be responsible."

"We are. I mean, we will be."

Doug gave him a questioning look.

"She just started her cycle. We, uh, didn't use anything at first. Stupid, I know." He shook his head.

"You dodged a bullet, then. A big one. You both got lucky."

Connor looked at his watch.

"I should go."

"Kate waiting for you?"

"Friday was her last day of school. I told her we'd go do something."

"Connor, I want you to tell her we talked. Tell her Debra and I are here for her, too. I don't want her thinking you both are all alone. You do have someone to turn to."

"I will. Doug?"

"Yeah?"

Connor hesitated. "Nothing. Well, I've been thinking about something, but give me a day or so to chew on it."

"You got it."

Connor passed Debra in the kitchen. She took one look at his ragged appearance and her heart went out to him completely.

"Connor." She went over to him and laid a motherly hand on his cheek. She knew he and Doug had talked. "It's going to be OK."

Connor could only nod. He was afraid if he opened his mouth to speak to her he'd break down again.

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"You've been quiet tonight," Kate said.

They were in her room getting ready for bed. Well, actually she was getting ready for bed. Connor was already there waiting for her, his head still damp from his shower.

They'd gone out for dinner and had a good time. But Connor had indeed been quiet that evening. He had yet to tell her about his conversation with Doug. He really wanted to make love to her, but couldn't, at least not for a few more days.

She crawled in bed next to him and he pulled her close.

"So what's up?"

"I had a talk with Doug today."

"Yeah? He's so nice. So's Deb. You ever notice how he starts off always saying 'hey'?"

"Mmm, I guess."

"So what'd you talk about? The Charger?"

"No. Us." He got right to it.

"What?"

"We talked about us."

"Connor, what about us?" Kate was getting nervous.

So Connor proceeded to tell her everything. And like Connor had done earlier, Kate was crying by the end of it.

"Shh, it's going to be allright, babe."

They were sitting up in bed now and Connor was rocking her in his arms. "Everything's going to be fine. You'll see."

"I can't believe they don't hate us, Con."

"They don't babe. They don't hate us. OK? Shh, stop crying Kate. Please stop." He reached for a Kleenex and mopped at her tears.

"Blow your nose, Katie. You're leaking like a faucet."

Kate did, then threw the soggy thing toward the wastebasket. She missed by several feet.

"Nice shootin', Tex," Connor drawled and rolled his eyes.

"I'd like to see you do some shootin'. With this." Kate pulled Connor's semi-rigid cock out of his boxers. "How's your aim?"

"Maybe you should ask the back of your throat."

"Let's see..."

Kate took Connor to heaven and back with her mouth that night.

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"I've been thinking," Connor began.

"Uh oh."

"No, seriously."

"OK, seriously."

"What would you think of leaving here?"

They were laying on Kate's bed later that evening, just talking. Connor's question caught Kate off guard.

"Leaving? And go where?" She leaned back in his arms to look at him.

He shrugged. "I don't know. Where would you want to go?"

"Anywhere, as long as you're there with me."

"God, I love you."

"I love you, too. Denver."

"What?"

"Denver. I'd go back there."

Connor was quiet for a minute, then spoke carefully.

"You know, don't you, that if we went back to Denver we wouldn't be able to be together?"

"Yeah," Kate sighed quietly. "I know it would never work. How 'bout you?"

"I was thinking of Maine, actually."

It was Kate's turn to be silent. Maine had been the last place their family had all gone together on vacation.

"Don't you think that would be a little too bittersweet?"

"I think Denver would be bittersweet. I only have good memories of Maine."

"Me, too. Can I sleep on it?:

"I'd rather you sleep on me."

"I can certainly accomodate you." Kate laughed and rolled on top of him.

"I love you, Connor," she whispered gently. "I don't care where we go as long as we're together." She fisted her hands and propped her chin on them so she could see him.

"Love you too, babe."

"You really want to leave here?"

"Yeah."

"Me, too."

And that was that. The decision was made.



Kate and Connor Ch. 03



"I spoke to the Regional in Bangor, and they could use another person at the store there."

It was Friday evening and Doug and Connor were closing the store. Everyone else had gone home, so Doug knew it was safe to bring it up.

"Really?" Connor glanced up from the cash drawer he was counting.

"Yeah. They want you to call them if you're serious about it." Doug paused. "Are you?"

"Yeah, I am." Connor nodded. "What did you tell them?"

"Just that you're looking to relocate to that area. That you're an excellent worker and I hate like hell to lose you."

"And Kate? What did you say about her?"

"Nothing. I didn't mention her. What you choose to say, or not, is up to you."

Connor gave him a half-hearted smile.

"Thanks. For not saying anything."

"I told you I wouldn't," Doug reminded him.

"I know."

"When do you plan on leaving? They'll want to know when to expect you."

"A few weeks, I think. I need to go to school and let them know I'll be tranferring."

"How's Kate feel about all of this?"

"She can't wait to leave Bet and Edwin's. Hell, neither can I."

"Deb and I are going to miss you two, you know. But we get it."

Connor felt a lump beginning in his throat. He nodded and turned his attention back to the drawer.

Doug saw the look on Connor's face. He knew it was hard for him to talk about it, so he let it go.

Kate was bent over, digging for something under her bed when her brother walked in. He stood there in silence for a moment, just watching and appreciating the curves of her ass.

"Now there's a sight I don't mind coming home to."

Kate startled, and banged her head on the metal frame of her bed.

"Ow! Connor!"

"Oops. Sorry Kate," he laughed and went over to help her to her feet. "You OK?"

She rubbed the top of her head. 

"Yeah. I guess," she grumbled.

"Here, let me look." Connor dug around in her hair for a few seconds. "No blood, I think you'll live." He gave the top of her head a kiss.

"Did you have a good day?" she asked from the circle of his arms.

"Yeah. Pretty good. You?"

"It was OK. Had to go to graduation walk-through. What a pain in the ass."

"I know. I remember my own. What are you doing after? Anything fun?" Connor rubbed his chin on the top of her head.

"Well, there's the Senior All Night Party, but I don't know if I want to go."

"Why not? I went to mine."

"Yeah, but that was back at our old school in Denver. This is just...different. I can't explain it."

"Is it because of Nick? He'll probably be there."

"Maybe a little, but mostly it's because I'm just not close to anyone there, you know?" Hell, she hadn't bonded with anyone in the two years since her parents died.

"All the girls seem nice to me." Connor was baiting her, and she knew it.

"No shit they're all nice to you! Have you looked at yourself in the mirror lately? The only time one of them speaks to me is to ask about you. It's sickening." In spite of herself, Kate started to laugh.

"Ah, but Kate, none of them have the advantage that you have."

"And what's that?" she asked, grinning up at him.

"Me, in your bed!" He released her and flopped down upon it.

"You are so full of yourself, Connor Adrian!" She took a flying leap and landed right on top of him. He caught her with barely more than a grunt.

"Yeah, but you love me anyway, Kathleen Rose."

She grabbed his wrists in her small hands and pinned them above his head. He could have easily pulled away, but he let her have her way.

She lowered her head towards his, whispering,

"I love you so much." And then their lips met and parted. Their kiss was long, sensual, and blatantly possessive.

"I want you Kate," Connor growled when they broke their kiss.

"Then take me."

"No." He shook his head.

"No? Why the hell not?" She frowned down at him.

He wanted to laugh at the disgruntled look on her face, but instead sighed.

"I can't"

"Well, why not?" She sat up and put her hands on her hips. She was sitting on his stomach now, still frowning.

"I'm paralyzed by your beauty, Kate. I'm afraid you'll just have to take me," he shrugged, laced his fingers together, and put them under his head. He let out another exaggerated sigh.

"You just like it when I undress you!" she laughed.

"I'm waiting." Connor began to whistle a mindless tune.

Kate only rolled her eyes, yet hastily went to work removing his clothes. It didn't take her long to rid him of them.

"Eagar today, aren't we?" he laughed as she yanked her shirt over her head and shimmied out of her jeans. She shot her underwear at him like a rubberband, which he found thoroughly amusing.

She climbed back on top of him, but before she could do anything else, Connor stopped her.

"Get a condom out of your nightstand, Kate. Please."

"Do I have to do everything? I hate those things," she grumbled, yet went to do as he asked.

"I'm paralyzed, remember?" he grinned. "Look Kate, when we get settled up in Maine we'll figure something else out, OK? I don't like them either, but they'll have to do for now." He ripped it open and rolled it on.

"Thought you were paralyzed?" Kate asked with a raised brow.

"I'm ready now." He laced his fingers behind his head again.

"Yes, I can see that." Kate didn't bother with any formalities. She straddled his hips and lowered herself onto him. She was already wet and hot for him. He filled her completely.

"Ohhh, Connor," she sighed. Her head rolled back and she began to move.

Connor gazed up at his sister as she rode him. Her eyes were shut and her head was thrown back. Her shapely lips were parted and soon she began to pant, her chest heaving. He reached up and cupped her breasts in his hands. They fit there perfectly, as if they had been made just for him.

When his hand slid down to her pussy, and he used the pad of his thumb to rub her clit, Kate let out a low moan.

"Like that, Kate?"

"Oh yesss, Connorrrr..."

It drove him wild when she purred his name off her tongue that way. He began to buck his hips in time with hers.

"I'm gonna come, Connor," she panted. "Oh, please...yes, yes!" She wanted to shriek as her orgasm consumed her, yet held it in, knowing it wasn't possible. She didn't know who was upstairs.

When Connor felt the muscles in her pussy begin to convulse around him, his own release roared through him. He caught Kate in his arms as she collapsed on top of him.

"Kate," he breathed. "Sweet Kate." He kissed her deeply. "I love you so much."

He raised her hips a little to allow himself to slip out. He didn't want to leave her body, but he couldn't take the chance of some semen leaking into her.

"Love you, too," she murmured into his neck.

"I want to leave here soon, Kate."

"I know Connor. I do, too."

"No regrets?"

"Not a one. You?"

"Not on your life. You're mine forever, Kate." He wrapped his arms tighter around her.

They began to grow sleepy, holding each other that way. Kate's breath was warm on Connor's neck, and it lulled him gently into sleep.

Kate awoke with a start a half hour later. She lifted her head and looked at her clock. Six-thirty. Her stomach rumbled.

She pulled away from Connor quietly, wiping away a little drool on her chin.

"Yuck," she whispered, then spotted the drool running down her brothers' neck. She stifled a giggle and used a tissue to wipe it away. She'd never hear the end of it if Connor caught her drooling all over him.

Kate pulled on an old tee shirt she'd stolen from Connor years ago. It had been his favorite; his Chevy-Heartbeat of America tee shirt. By the time he'd realized who had taken it, it was too late, Kate had washed it with her brand new red sweater and turned it a lovely shade of pink. For years after, though he'd long since gotten over it, Connor swore she'd done it on purpose. Kate swore it had been an accident.

Kate went out to the family room. It had yet to warm back up again and the basement was cold. Their aunt and uncle always turned the heat off by mid-May in the house, regardless of the temperature outside. And regardless of the temperature in the basement. Kate went over and began to lay logs in the fireplace.

The partially open door to the laundry caught Kate's attention as she stood to go find the matches. That was weird. It was always shut. She shrugged to herself and went over and closed it tightly. Maybe her aunt or uncle had forgotten it. Or maybe Connor. She quickly forgot it and went in search of the matches.

Connor emerged shirtless from Kate's room as the fire was beginning to catch hold. He came over and sat next to her on the couch.

"Nice shirt," he snorted.

"Thanks." She grinned up at him.

"Fire feels good."

"You should have something else on besides your underwear. It's cold down here." Her voice held the tone of quiet reprimand.

"Well, if our loving Aunt and Uncle would turn the fucking heat on-"

"Connor," she cut him off gently.

"Sorry, Kate." He grabbed a blanket from the other side of the couch and wrapped it around him, then pulled Kate into his arms and wrapped it around her, too.

They sat that way for a while in comfortable silence, each lost in their own thoughts. Kates' stomach growled again.

"Hungry?" Connor asked.

"I guess."

"Want to go anywhere?"

"Mmm, not really." She shook her head.

"Pizza?"

"Sure. I'll call"

Connor unfolded his arms and watched her get up and walk to the phone. She dialed the number by heart, place the order, twelve inch ham, mushroom, and onion, then returned to him and the warmth of his arms.

"Half hour?" he asked.

"Yup. As usual."

"Something's on your mind."

Kate turned her head and looked at her brother in surprise.

"Am I that transparent?"

"I've known you your whole life, Kate. I know when something's up. Spill it."

She sighed a little and settled back in his arms.

"I'm dreading tomorrow, I guess."

"Why's that?"

"Because I haven't seen Debra and Doug since, you know, since they..." she trailed off.

"Figured it out?"

"Yeah. You said they'd be there."

"Sweetheart, I know you're worried about it, but try to stop. They may not understand it, but they still care, OK?"

"Was Doug..."

"Was Doug, what?" he prodded.

"Weird with you?"

Connor's laugh was a deep rumble in his chest.

"No babe, he wasn't weird with me. And he won't be with you. Neither will Deb. Try to stop worrying."

"I'll try." Kate gave another little sigh.

Connor knew she'd try, but would worry herself sick until tomorrow was over.

"I was thinking I might go to the party after," she ventured.

"Good. You should go."

"I don't think I want to stay the whole night."

"Can you leave early?"

"Yeah, but I'll have to call and you'll have to come and get me. No one is supposed to be able to leave alone."

"Just call when ever you're ready. I don't care what time it is, OK?" He spoke reassuringly.

"OK. Thanks, Connor. I mean it." She turned and kissed his cheek.

Connor decided now was a good time to give her the graduation gift he'd gotten her.

"Hang on, I'll be right back. I've got something for you." He rose and went down the hall to his room. As he walked away, Kate admired the strong, self-confident, easy way he moved.

When he returned he sat down and handed her a little box. It was simply wrapped and adorned only with a small card he'd written by hand. It said:

KatieBird,

My Sister My Friend My Lover

Forever, Connor

"Oh, Connor." Tears began to well in her eyes as she read his words. She put her arms around him.

"You haven't even opened it yet," he protested with a laugh, disentangling himself from her. He was a little nervous, hoping she was OK with what he'd done.

So Kate carefully undid the wrapping and extracted a small black velvet box.

"Connor?" She looked up questioningly.

"Just open it, Kate." He reached up and put a gentle arm around her shoulder.

Slowly Kate opened the box and gasped at what was inside.

"Connor, oh my God," she breathed.

Inside was a ring, a simple band of gold set with three diamonds; a large one in the middle cut in the Marquise style and a smaller one on each side, both round. There was something vaguely familiar about them to Kate. With a shaky hand she removed it from its' slot.

"Are these..." she didn't dare believe it, could only stare down at the beautiful piece of jewelry she held.

"Yeah." He took the ring from her and slid it on her right ring finger. "Their Mom's, Grandma's, and Nanna's diamonds. I had them put into one setting for you. I hope you don't mind. I still have their original settings."

"Mind? Good God, Connor, it's beautiful." She began to cry and leaned into him. "Thank you. It's perfect."

Their parents' rings had been given back to them after the bodies had been identified. They'd been blackened by smoke and fire, but the jeweler Connor had taken their Mothers' engagement ring to had polished the diamond until it shone brilliantly once again. He'd also polished up the other two so they sparkled as brightly as the larger one.

"Connor," Kate frowned a moment. "I thought you told Bet you didn't know what happened to Nannas' rings."

"I did," he muttered darkly.

Kate got his meaning and chose not to question him further. Bet had been their Mother's much older sister and had bothered her for years about the rings.

Their pizza arrived minutes later. They sat side by side on the couch eating and watching TV. Every five minutes or so Kate would glance down at her right hand and smile.

The first day of June dawned bright and sunny and full of promise. Kate was excited about graduating and Connor was excited for her.

"You look beautiful, Kate." Connor was laying on her bed, chin propped in his hand, looking devastatingly handsome. His dark hair was wet and was falling over one eye. He wore only his jeans, but would soon be changing out of those in exchange for his suit, which he dreaded

"Thanks." She smiled over at him

Her long hair hung down her back in curls and was parted to the left. She so wanted to put it up, as the day was warm, but there would be no way to pin the mortarboard to her head, so she'd discarded that idea.

She slipped her black dress over her black bra and matching panties and went to stand at the edge of the bed.

"Will you help me?" She lifted her hair, indicating she needed help with the zipper.

"Kate! You're supposed to be getting ready for your graduation, not jumping my bones!" His voice had that teasing lilt to it.

"Connor, that's not what I meant! And you know it!"

"I know, I know. I was just kidding." He reached over and yanked up the zipper. "There ya go."

Connor stood, gave his sister a light spank on her rear, and left the room for his own. What he really wanted to do was help her back out of the little black dress she was wearing and into his bed. But they had to be at the high school in an hour, so there wasn't going to be any of that.

The graduation ceremony was perfect. Connor could hardly hold back his tears when Kate walked across the stage to receive her diploma. He knew their parents were there in spirit, and knew they would have been just as proud of Kate as he was.

After the ceremony, the parents, friends, and relatives filed outside to congratulate the graduates. Kate stayed behind for a few minutes talking to a couple girls she was friendly with. As they parted Kate said to them,

"If you see my brother outside, tell him I went to the restroom."

"OK, Kate," said one of the girls, whose name was Jill. "See you tonight."

Five minutes later Kate exited the restroom to find Nick leaning against the opposite wall. She tried being friendly.

"Hi Nick," she smiled. "Congratulations."

Nick pushed himself away from the wall and approached her.

"I just want you to know, I'll take you back when you come to your senses."

Kate opened her mouth, then closed it again. What the hell could she say to something like that? The arrogant bastard.

He reached out to touch her.

"You look nice today. C'mon Kate, what do ya say?"

She tried being nice.

"Nick, I'm sorry, really. I just don't think it's going to work out between us, OK?"

It wasn't OK with Nick. Kate could see he was getting angry. It was, unfortunately, an emotion she was familiar with when it came to him. Unconciously her right hand moved up to brush a lock of hair off her face. The ring caught Nick's attention. He grabbed her wrist.

"Where'd you get that?" he demanded. "I don't remember seeing it before."

Kate tried to jerk her arm away but Nick held it tight. She was beginning to get worried and didn't like the look in his eyes. She glanced around but didn't see anyone. They'd all gone outside.

"It's a graduation gift from Connor. Let go of me, you're hurting me!" She tried to pull away again.

"Like hell it's from Connor! That's not something a brother gives his sister. That's-"

"Get your hands off her, Nick."

Connor. He'd come around the corner in search of Kate and saw Nick gripping her arm, hurting what was his.

Nick dropped Kate's wrist like it burned him. He tried to stutter out an explanation.

"Connor, man, I didn't-"

Connor cut him off quietly.

"I don't want to hear it." He was calm and forceful, yet inside he was raging. He wanted nothing more than to slam his fist into Nick's face. And maybe he would have if they'd been alone. But Kate was there and he didn't want her to see that.

"C'mon Kate." Connor reached for her hand, then turned. "Leave her alone, Nick. I mean it."

Nick nodded, not trusting himself to speak. He was angry, but not enough to challenge Kate's brother, who was taller than him by several inches and outweighed him by at least 40 pounds.

"Thanks for not beating the crap out of him, Connor," Kate said as they went outside. "I thought you were going to."

Connor shrugged.

"He needed it, but it wouldn't have accomplished anything, only upset you. Would've made me feel good, though." He grinned down at her.

Kate shook her head.

"You never did like him."

"Obviously, and for good reason."

Later that evening Kate was getting ready to leave for the graduation party. She still wanted to go, in spite of the scene with Nick earlier. Connor wasn't thrilled by it, yet he knew she'd be fine.

"God Kate, you look amazing."

Somehow, he wasn't sure, she'd gotten all her hair piled up on top of her head, and loose curls were spilling out all over. It was an interesting looking creation and he longed to go over and mess it up, being the older brother that he was. But he resisted and instead took the long, loving kiss that was offered. Much better than what he would have gotten had he messed up her hair, he decided.

"Thank you. I'll let you mess it up later," she laughed and winked at him.

Connor let out a howl of laughter. Damn, she knew him well.

"Kate." He spoke her name quietly. He had to ask, couldn't wait any longer. "Did it bother you that Bet and Edwin weren't there?"

Kate thought for a minute, then answered him honestly.

"No, it didn't. You were there. That's all that mattered to me. I'm glad Doug and Deb were, too. I really missed Mom and Dad today," she ended with a little laugh.

"I know. Me, too. You know, I could almost feel them there, though."

Kate smiled at her brother, who was sitting on her bed. She walked over to stand between his legs.

"I felt them, too." She reached out and touched his cheek.

Connor ran his hands up her back and gently leaned into her, resting his head against the warm, soft skin of her belly. She had yet to put her clothes on and wore only her bra and panties.

Kate bore Connor's weight, planting her feet so she wouldn't lose her balance. She held him there, her forearms resting on his shoulders, her left hand stroking his hair. She heard him let out a quiet sigh. She couldn't tell if it was a sigh of melancholy or one of contentment. Perhaps a little of both.




Kate and Connor Ch. 03



"You OK?" she whispered.

Connor straightened then and looked up at her.

"Yeah, I'm OK. I just miss them so much sometimes."

"I know, Connor. I do to." Kate placed a tender kiss on his forehead.

Later, Connor drove Kate to her school where the all night party was being held.

"Call when you want to come home, OK?"

"I will."

"Have fun," he smiled. "And stay away from Nick."

"Yes, sir." Kate gave him a mock salute.

Connor just laughed and drove off.

Kate did indeed have a good time at the party. Nick was there, but he kept his distance, though Kate would catch him watching her from time to time. For the most part, she ignored him and enjoyed herself, completely unaware of the events transpiring at home.

Connor got back to the house around eight that evening, having made a quick stop at Doug and Deb's. He flipped on the TV, grabbed a piece of leftover pizza and a can of Kate's diet cola from the fridge, and settled on the couch.

He'd watched half of some World War II movie when he heard voices upstairs. Loud voices. Bet and Edwin were home, it seemed.

Motherfucker's, Connor thought. Hadn't even bothered to go to Kate's graduation, even though Kate had told their Aunt a week ago when it was. Kate had told Connor that Bet had only nodded when she'd mentioned it to her.

Connor couldn't wait to get the hell out of there. He was going to his school Monday afternoon to see about transferring credits. He was hoping to transfer to the University of Maine for the Fall or Winter semester.

Perhaps 10 minutes had passed when Connor heard footfalls on the basement steps. That was very odd, as neither Bet nor Edwin rarely ventured down to see their niece or nephew in the evening. Maybe Bet left some clothes in the laundry. Connor didn't even look up when the door opened.

He did when it slammed shut. It was his uncle, and he looked like his head was about to explode.

"You sonofabitch!" Edwin bellowed. "Get up!"

Connor bolted to his feet. What the hell had gotten his uncle so fired up? Connor had never seen him this angry in the two years he and Kate had lived there. Never mind that they rarely saw him at all.

"Edwin, what-"

"How long, Connor?" Edwin asked between clenched teeth.

"What? How long, what?" Connor frowned, not understanding.

"How long have you been fucking that whore of a sister of yours?" Edwin's face was nearly purple with rage.

Connor's world went blood red. Fury like he'd never known in his life welled up inside him. Yet he was deceptively, outwardly calm.

"What did you just say?" His eyes, narrowing dangerously, were the only indication of his anger. His words were quiet, measured.

"You've been sleeping with Kate! You've made her into nothing more than your slut!" Edwin raged on. Spit flew out of his mouth, striking Connor in the face. "I want you out of here first thing tomorrow! Kate stays, but you...you get out of this house!"

Connor nearly laughed in Edwin's face, and would have if he hadn't been so angry. He completely lost it, which was rare for him.

"You call my sister a whore and a slut and then say she can still stay here?" Connor roared. "You actually think I would let her stay here after you called her a whore? You motherfucker! We'll be out of here by noon! Connor moved to walk past his uncle, but Edwin blocked the way. "Get the fuck out of my way," Connor seethed, biting off each word.

Edwin wisely backed away and allowed his nephew to pass. Connor stalked down the hall, slamming his bedroom door behind him.

In his room Connor paced. What the fuck had just happened? He was still too far gone in his anger to think clearly, to wonder just exactly how Edwin had found out, though Connor hadn't actually admitted to his uncle that he and Kate had become lovers.

He glanced at the clock. Ten-thirty. Kate could be hours yet. He sat down in the chair to think. He needed to calm down and think.

Edwin had found out, that was obvious. But how? Connor frowned. He and Kate had always been nearly silent during their lovemaking, difficult though it was. Hell, they hadn't even seen Bet and Edwin, except in passing, in weeks, only when Kate told Bet about her graduation. What the hell...he shook his head, leaned back in the chair and closed his eyes.

He opened them again and gazed around his room, following the lines of his walls and the two windows. A thought struck him then. He turned on his two lamps, lowered the blinds and closed the curtains. He went outside.

Connor thought perhaps Edwin had seen them through the windows somehow. But though he could tell the lights were on, there was no way to see in, not even one little hole. He went back in, back to his room.

He stood in the center of it and slowly turned a full three hundred and sixty degrees. He looked at his walls again, thinking about what they bordered.

Two were outside walls. Another shared a wall with Kate's room and had a closet, the fourth shared the bathroom wall and the door to his room. They'd actually only made love in his room once, that first night. Every night from then on they'd slept in Kate's room, as her bed was larger, and much more comfortable.

Kate's room was long and fairly narrow, compared to Connor's, which was basically square. As he did in his room, he turned on the lights and went outside. Kate only had one window and he could see nothing through it.

Connor did the 360 again, think about Kate's walls and what they bordered. His room, part of the hallway, the outside, and the laundry.

The laundry. Connor's stomach did a slow roll then and a feeling of dread washed over him. He made his way into the laundry, turned on every light in there, then returned to Kate's room and shut the door. He snapped off the light and saw it instantly. A tiny hole in the wall. The light shone through clearly, right at eye level.

Connor turned on the light and found the hole in the shadow of a picture frame. He went into the laundry and found it there easily enough. The hole itself was small on Kate's side, but on the laundry side it was hollowed out to the size of a quarter. It was deliberately made.

Disbelief coursed through Connor, followed swiftly by mind-numbing anger.

"Motherfucker,"he whispered, then roared, "Motherfucker!" And before he could think and stop himself, his fist and entire arm went slamming through the drywall.

"Sorry to call so late, Doug. It's Connor."

Doug rolled over and checked the time. It was near midnight. Something was wrong.

Debra laid a hand on her husband.

"Who is it?" she asked in a sleepy whisper.

"It's Connor, honey. What's wrong, Connor?"

"Bet and Edwin know." Connor's voice trembled slightly. Reality had finally sunk in and he wasn't sure now what to do. So he'd called the only person he could. "We're leaving tomorrow," Connor finished in a rush.

"Wait a second, slow down. Start from the beginning."

So Connor began from the start, when he'd returned home from their house. It didn't take long.

"Jesus Christ, Connor," Doug sighed. He'd gotten up and gone out to the living room so Deb could go back to sleep. Gracie was still getting up once a night to nurse. "Does Kate know?"

"No. I can't stay on the phone long. She could be trying to call me."

"OK. Listen to me. Get your asses out of that house and over here as soon as you can. I think that hole in Kate's wall has been there a while and I'd bet my life that's how your uncle found out."

"It scares me that he wants me to leave and Kate to stay," Connor whispered, suddenly feeling lost and vulnerable. "He can't make her stay, can he?"

"No, he can't, Connor. Just get you and Kate out of there and get over here. I don't care what time it is. And call me back if there's anything."

"OK. I will. We'll be there."

Connor's hand was shaking as he hung up the phone. He'd no sooner put it down and it rang. He nearly jumped out of his skin. He grabbed it.

"Yeah." It came out as nothing more than a croak.

"Connor?" It was Kate. "You sleeping?"

"No, uh, yeah. No. I'm fine. How are you?" He struggled mightily to sound normal.

"I'm OK. Can you come and get me? I've had about enough, I think," she laughed.

"Sure, babe. I'll be there in a minute."

Kate was waiting in the lobby when Connor pulled up. A teacher walked her out, spoke to Connor a moment, then they drove away.

Connor tried to listen and act interested , he really did. But it was no use. He was still so angry he couldn't concentrate on what she was saying. And just as Kate couldn't hide her feelings from her brother, Connor couldn't hide his from his sister.

When they returned home, Kate took him into her arms.

"What's wrong, Connor?" she whispered. "Something's happened."

Connor's response was to kiss her. He lowered his head and touched his lips to hers. It was a sweet, gentle kiss at first, but soon turned hungry and filled with need. He needed her, needed to feel her naked in his arms. He needed to feel himself buried inside of her, her legs wrapped up around his waist. His cock grew hard.

Kate's hands slid up Connor's back and her fingers twined in his hair. She felt the familiar tingling between her thighs and one now bare foot slid up the calf of his denim-clad leg.

Connor's hand slipped under her shirt and he unhooked her bra. With a gentle hand he rubbed where the elastic had restricted her. It felt wonderful to Kate and so sensual. She sighed into his mouth.

He bent and swept her up into his arms. He bypassed her room and went on to his own. He didn't want to explain the hole in her wall just yet.

He slammed his door with his foot, not caring how much noise he made. Kate did.

"Connor! Quiet!"

"Hush, Kate. It doesn't matter now."

"What-"

Connor covered her mouth with his own to silence her. He laid her on his bed, their lips still locked together.

He broke the kiss and drew her shirt up over her head, taking her bra with it. Her jeans and panties came next. Connor wasted no time shedding his own clothes, then moved to straddle her hips.

Kate looked up at her brother and wondered at the dark, serious look he wore. She knew something was wrong, yet decided not to question him further. He'd tell her when he was ready. He always did.

Connor reached down and trailed both hands down her body, starting with her shoulders. Over her lovely breasts, he watched as the nipples hardened and stood out prominently. His hands continued down her ribs to her belly, and he watched, momentarily fascinated witht he way her stomach muscles contracted involuntarily. He looked back up at her.

"I love you, Kate."

"I love you, too, Connor."

He moved between her legs and surged into her. Never had he felt such overwhelming need. It was more than physical; it was mental, emotional. He needed to possess her completely.

Kate cried out at his sudden invasion. It more surprised her than hurt her. She wrapped her legs high up around his waist to take him in as far as she could. She squeezed him tight.

"Kate," he panted. "Oh God, Kate, you feel so good." He slammed into her again and again. So lost was he in his own need for her that he had no knowledge of whether or not he was hurting her. He took what he wanted, and she gave it willingly, submitting to him completely.

"Baby, oh sweetheart, I'm gonna come. Kate!" He shouted her name and poured his seed into her. Until that moment the thought of protection had been the furthest thing from his mind. Now he realized what he'd done and found he didn't even care. He'd deal with whatever happened. His arms gave out and he collapsed on top of his sister.

Kate held Connor tightly in her arms, his full weight pressing her small form into the mattress. She whispered soft, sweet words in his ear.

Slowly, Connor roused himself back to reality. He raised his head off Kate's shoulder and looked into her eyes.

"You came back to me," she smiled. "I was worried."

"Katie, I'm sorry," he apologized. "Did I hurt you? I didn't mean to, I just needed-" Oh God, if he'd hurt her! He looked down at her miserably.

"Hurt me? No, you didn't hurt me. You were amazing!"

He sighed and pulled himself up. He stared at the girl, no, the woman, he'd known her entire life. Never had he lied to her, nor held anything back.

"Kate, something's happened."

Kate sat up next to him.

"What?"

Connor raked a hand through his hair and turned his face heavenward.

"Sweetheart, Bet and Edwin found out about us."

Kate's eyes grew wide as saucers. She tried to scramble away from him, as if putting distance between them wouldn't make it true. He caught her around her waist and hauled her back to him.

"How, Connor?" Kate asked quietly from his arms.

So Connor told her everything, down to the finest detail. He left nothing out, not even Doug's suspicion that Edwin had made the hole a long while ago.

Kate felt like she was going to vomit. The bile rose in her throat and she began to gag, but managed to hold it down.

Then she got angry. Furious, enraged, she wanted to scream, smash things. Destroy.

"I'm going to fucking kill him, Connor!" Kate jumped off the bed and made for the door, and in that instant, Connor was certain she intended to do just that.

"Baby, you can't." Connor caught her and she fought him, hard. She struggled in his arms, she tried to kick and his him, but it was no use. Kate was no match for his strength and eventually she wore herself out. Finally, she surrendured. Connor lifted her in his arms and held her close, feeling her go limp and the fight went out of her.

Kate gazed up at him with tired eyes, yet managed a small smile for him.

"I still want to kill him, Connor."

"I know, babe. I do, too. I'm pissed as hell, but we have to get past it, OK?"

"So what now?"

"We're getting out of here."

"And go where?"

"Doug and Deb's for now. Then we'll see. Maine, more than likely. C'mon, let's go get your stuff packed. Then we'll do mine."

Connor didn't let Kate out of his sight for a second while they packed. He knew there really was no danger, yet he was uneasy, never the less. He didn't think his uncle would challenge him, as Kate was, after all, now over 18.

It didn't take them long, an hour at most. By three a.m. they were done. Exhausted, but done.

"That's it, I guess." Kate sighed and looked over at Connor. He was flexing his right hand and she saw him grimace in pain. She'd been stunned to see what he'd done to her wall. "You OK?" She frowned and went over to him. "Let me see that."

"I'm fine, Kate," he insisted and tried to walk away, but Kate grabbed his hand. "OW! Goddammit Kate!" He jerked his hand away.

"Obviously you're fine. Let me see it!" she snapped. They were both on edge. Gently she took his hand and turned it over. "Oh Connor. Jesus."

His knuckles were a raw mess and swollen to three times their normal size.

"Can you move it?" Kate was worried he'd broken his hand.

"Yeah, it hurts alot, but I can. I'm OK, really." He bent and kissed her mouth. "Stop worrying, babe. Let's get out of here."

They left their keys on Connor's dresser. Kate went to her room and took one last look around, trying to avoid looking at the hole. She couldn't help it and a shudder of revulsion washed through her. She tried not to think of the countless times she'd been naked in her room, the times she'd masturbated on top of her bed. How many times had he watched her and Connor? It occurred to Kate then it had likely been Edwin that had awakened her on the first night Connor had slept in there. She shook her head, snapped off the light for the final time and went to her brother.

"Get the Charger done, Doug. When we come back I want to be able to take her for a spin."

"Will do, Connor, though working on her isn't going to be the same without you."

Connor nodded, but said nothing. What else could he say?

"I'll send you the money when I sell Kate's car, too. Sure you don't want to take it with you?"

"Naw. It would never make it," Connor said in an undertone. Kate loved her car, and was very protective of it. She always got irate with Connor when he berated it.

"I heard that!"

The four of them laughed, Doug, Deb, Kate, and Connor. It was time for goodbyes, hard as it was, at least for a while.

Kate cradled Gracie in her arms one last time, then passed her to Connor, who took her awkwardly. He kissed the top of her sweet head, then handed her back to Deb.

"Thank you, both of you. For everything." Connor spoke as best he could, and from his heart. He put his arms around his best friend and they held each other a moment, then Connor turned to Deb as Doug picked Kate up off the ground in a huge bear hug.

The sun was low in the sky as Connor accelerated the jeep down the onramp to the interstate. He dialed it up to 70 and took Kate's hand in his own. He stole a glance at her face and smiled as she turned to him.

"I love you, Connor."

"Love you, too, Kate."