5 comments/ 93612 views/ 3 favorites No One Understands By: marybethf She was so lovely. Why can't I meet someone like that? I could not keep my eyes off her as I fought to listen to the seminar speaker. It was some seminar I was forced to go to for work, 'I'm OK, You Don't Suck Very Much' or some dumb title like that. Looking at the woman with the long brown hair at the end of the table across the aisle, I was too distracted to pay attention. I even thought I noticed her looking back at me. Probably just annoyed with the way I was staring at her. During the break, I made my wobbly knees, weak from staring at her, carry me to the back of the room to get another cup of coffee. I reached for a pack of sugar, not looking, not paying attention. My hand landed on top of a hand. I looked up and it was her. I just looked, leaving my hand on hers. "Sorry." "Not a problem. Feels nice. Can I get a second pack for you?" "Anything." I was babbling. I hoped I wasn't drooling. I sat my cup of coffee down just in case I was about to dump it all over the floor or worse, on her. I lost track of everything except her. "Let me take your cup back to the table for you. I'm Glenda." Glenda was stunning as she walked. Her legs so long, so slim. The way they extended past the end of her skirt which ended a pleasant distance above her knees. The effect was mesmerizing to me. I was already day dreaming of having my face way up her skirt, my mouth wrapped around what I imagined was a nice sized clit. Guess I didn't see the power cord tapped to the floor, the tape not doing a good job holding it down. I tripped and fell flat on my face. Glenda put the 2 cups down on a table and helped me stand up. "Are you alright?" Her hands grasp me by the shoulders, her face just inches from mine. "What a klutz. I was just so taken with your beauty. Sorry, shouldn't have said that. Oh, I'm Jean." "Nice to meet you Jean the klutz." She giggled. She softly whispered "I was kind of hoping that's why you kept looking at me. Better than if my blouse was unbuttoned and my boobs were hanging out." She giggled again. "I know I would have enjoyed that. Would we get in very much trouble if we snuck out for an early lunch?" "Didn't think I could stay awake another moment. Deadly boring material." Briefcases in hand, purses over our shoulders, we rode the escalator down. My eyes were locked on her face. "My place is just a few blocks away." "I think I know what would taste very good." She took my hand in hers. "Me too." She had read me like a book. The day was nice. The sun warm. A light breeze. I loved the way it tossed her long hair about. I noticed others looking our way. I didn't know if it was Glenda or us holding hands that they were looking at. I was just happy to be walking next to her. I was also glad it didn't take very long until we were opening my door. The last person, Robert, I'd made this walk with ... well that was such a disaster I didn't want to think about it. And Susan before that, Jane before that. Please dear God, let this be different. Standing undressed, facing each other, we reached out and touched each other's nipples. Just a finger tip circling them. About the fourth trip the fingers made around, we sat down on the edge of the bed. She put her hand on my cheek and pulled me gently towards her until our lips met. The start of the kiss was indescribable. I knew the rest would be as well. It was a whirlwind romance and we were spending every moment not at work together. The sex was some of the best. About the end of the second week, I knew I had to tell her. I knew it would be the end of this relationship. I just had to get it out. "You sick bitch!" Glenda screamed as I continued to talk, trying to make it better. Tears were now streaming down my face. She stood and walked out. Out of my life. It had been several months since that day. Saturday, no work today. I crawled out of bed and stumbled, still naked, to my desk, computer always on, to check my email. I was in need of going to the bathroom and a big cup of coffee. Don't know why I decided to do things in a different order this morning. Little Sister - Sorry to have been away so long. What about 8 months? No Internet around here. Have been on one of those 'it will never end' kind of assignments, but it has ended. In fact it ended a few months ago. Much to tell you about. Will be landing there in 2 days at most, hope a day sooner. Can't wait to see you again. - Little Brother In the shower, I stood under the water day dreaming about the first time Steve and I had made love. Both of us were in our late thirties. Steve was less than a year older than me, but we had often called each other 'little brother' and 'little sister', even now. I worked as an engineer and Steve was a management consultant. More like a hired gun that would come in for a few months and help get a company or department back on track. I guess that one time he visited me, a few years ago, so many years after college, I should have known what would happen. It wasn't a real problem for either of us as it turned out. We were both fragile from a recent break up, he with Donna, me with Frank. Or was that Julie?. I lose track. Neither of us had been good at staying with anyone very long. A year seemed like a record length of time, usually it was more like a few weeks or a few months. Growing up, we had comforted each other during those hard times, like when one of us broke up with yet another girlfriend or boyfriend, or when Mom and Dad fought, like they always did. I guess that was one of the worst parts of our childhood, Mom and Dad. Their idea of making love was a knock down drag out fight, the only ring was the bed and there was no referee and no bell. Lots of fighting, followed by a quick fuck, then silence or snoring. The fighting was their foreplay. We could hear them screaming at each other from our bedrooms upstairs just as if we were sitting in the front row. Usually, well always, Steve or I would go to the other's bedroom and just sit with arms around each other, hoping it would stop, wondering how long it would last this time. Just holding each other, nothing more, seemed to be all we needed for comfort. Afterwards, we always went back to our own rooms. Steve stood in my living room, the front door now shut, just back from a trip overseas. God did he look good. We were about the same height, similar builds. Tall, athletic. I just stood and looked, trying not to drool or slobber, or let the wetness of my pussy drip too obviously past my short pants and down my thigh. "How's my little sister?" He moved towards me with arms outstretched. Those arms that had held me so many times before now rapped around me once again. "I need you." was all I got out. Steve paused just long enough to say "I've never wanted you more" before kissing me hard on the mouth. His tongue drove deep into my mouth and stayed, rubbing all over my tongue. I lead him to the bedroom. There was no rush. We were both ready and nothing would get in the way. We undressed, our eyes staying focused on each other, then laid on the bed. As we resumed our kiss, our hands roamed over each other. His cock was hard and warm in my hand. I knew my pussy was wet as his fingers entered. "Eat me!" I begged as I turned so I could look at what I'd been holding and rubbing. His cock was lovely, the head now swollen, the large piece of skin stretched tight and a nice shade of purple. As I took my first lick across the head, I felt his lips grasp my clit. "Like that." I moaned. I could feel him start to suck and pull it into his mouth. "Oh ... Steve ... yes." I moaned. Steve's cock was nice sized, not too long, not overly thick, I was glad. I knew it would fill my cunt just fine. I also knew I'd be able to get it into my mouth without being wonder woman too. Something I would be doing in just a moment. "Yeah baby. You're so good. Keep that up." I moaned again as he pull on my pussy lips with his teeth. There was no way I wanted to stop. To hell that he was my brother. His cock slowly snaked its way into my mouth, my hand fondling his balls. They felt good to me as I caressed the sack, held them in my hand, rolled them around. I pulled my head back letting the shaft slide out, then pushed my head down taking it all back in. I could hear him moan as I continued doing that. I knew what I was doing felt good to me and was glad he was enjoying it as well. A few fingers slid inside me and I could feel him pressing against that holy of all holy places inside me. I knew it wouldn't be long now. If I was lucky, I might be able to time it so we came at the same time. I laid back, replacing my mouth with my hand for a moment. My stroke fast, my grip tight. The moisture from my mouth providing good lubrication on his shaft. "Yeah Jean. Like that. I'm going to ... about ... ah ... now." I moved my head just in time to catch that first spurt in my open mouth. How I loved to swallow cum. I put my mouth over his cock and while I made small strokes with my hand, milking him, forcing the last little drop out. I moved my lips around the head, letting it move in and out, not letting any of the white goo be lost. As the fourth spurt fired into my mouth as hard as the first, my orgasm started. It was all I could do to maintain contact with his cock. I tried to hold on as my hips humped against his face and hand. I moaned, I screamed, I begged him not to stop. I continued to ride his face, his hand. The thought that it was my brother eating me was increasing my pleasure so much. Now laying face to face, we exchanged little kisses, a few nice touches here and there. I was staring at his face. "Oh God Steve. That was exactly what I needed." "I've dreamed about that for the past few weeks. I was hoping we could just be all over each other." "Well little brother, I hope your ready for a lot more of that." "That I am." I popped out of the day dream as I stepped from the shower. I enjoyed the feel of the soft clean towel as it patted my skin, rubbed over my nipple, my clit. I found myself drying my pussy a little too much, leaned against the wall feeling a soothing orgasm wash over me. An unexpected little treat. A cup of coffee rested on the end table next to the bed as I stood in front of the tall mirror. I loved the woman I saw in the mirror. It was me with one leg, standing on crutches. Well it just looked like I had one leg since it was bound up with an ACE bandage and my cutoff jeans covered my foot behind my hips. My body shape allowed me to present a convincing appearance, tall with slim legs and small feet. With nothing on other than my cutoffs, I turned back and forth looking at my body, my breasts, my nipples. This had been the sticking point in every relationship I'd ever been in. Didn't matter if it were with a man or a woman. Things could be going perfect, great times, great sex. But just let me mention that I liked to pretend and they were out the door. I guess the writing was on the wall and I didn't care anymore. I had to be true to myself. At my age, I guess I was now facing who I really was and what was important to me. Steve was probably the only one that understood me, and I understood him. Guess if I had told them about pretending AND the relationship with Steve, they would have had me locked up. I no longer cared. I needed to be with Steve. I stood there rubbing my hands over my breasts, playing with my nipples. My hands drifted down over the front of my pants and down inside them. I loved the feel of my fingers playing around in my pussy, flicking my clit up and down. I always was able to orgasm easily and this morning was no different. A few quick ones always left me in good humor. I usually limited my pretending to the time at home. Once in a while, I would venture out in the evenings. I like to walk past the darkened office buildings with the mirrored windows and watch the woman in the reflection with one leg walking along. My condo wasn't that large and my Saturday morning cleaning routine didn't take very long, even on crutches. I'd done it enough that I was good at the whole thing, even vacuuming. The phone rang Sunday afternoon. "Hello?" "Hey Little Sister! Guess where I am?" "Oh Little Brother. Your voice sounds so good. Where?" "About a mile from your place. You think you can stand to see me? I know I'm a day early." "Hell yeah! Get that ass of yours over here." I was standing in the kitchen, hoping this would be a repeat of that first time Steve and I had made love. The front door opened. "This the right place?" I looked up as the door shut. "Oh My ... God ..." I ran towards Steve with my arms open. "What happened?" He was wearing shorts and walking on crutches, his left leg appeared to be completely gone. I stopped in front of him and slipped my arms around his waist. I looked him in the eyes and kissed him hard on the lips. Not just a peck, but a full blown lovers kiss. As we kissed, I slipped a hand down over his left hip. It really was gone. Almost completely gone. "Oh Steve. How? You've got to show it to me." My crutches leaned against the wall by the headboard. He leaned his against mine, then sat down on the bed. "Makes quite a pile of crutches. Like old times. So Jean, looks like you're still pretending." "Yeah. More than ever." I pushed him hard against the chest knocking him onto his back. Before he could react, I was pulling his shorts and underwear off. "That is so fantastic ... How do you like it?" I laid down on the bed with my head near his hip. My fingers rubbed over the healed scars. His cock was growing erect, bobbing up and down. "I see something likes what I'm touching." I moved my hand from the hip without a leg to his growing erection. As I circled his cock with my fingers and began to stroke it, it quickly finished growing rock hard. "I've sure missed having you do that Sis." "Have you missed me doing this?" I didn't wait for an answer before kissing the enlarged and swollen head, then taking just that part in my mouth. I ran my tongue around the edge of it while it was in my mouth. I had really missed doing this. While sucking his wonderful cock, I continued to rub all over his hip. His shaft was pulsing and I knew he was about to blow a huge wad of cum into my mouth. I was ready. The first load was hot, warm, thick. Oh how I'd loved the taste of Steve's cum. He had the best of all the guys I'd been with. I didn't have enough time to truly savor the taste before the next spurt was pouring into my mouth. By the fourth one, as big as the first, I wondering if he would ever stop or if the globs would get smaller. It was as good as the first time he had come in my mouth. I was determined to hang in until the last little dribble and I did. I gulped a few times to clear my throat as I wiped a little drool of cum that was dripping from the corner of my mouth. I leaned over and kissed him hard on the mouth letting Steve taste himself on my tongue. As Steve started to cup my breast, I pushed him back. "No more sex until you tell me how you got lucky." "Lucky?" "Don't act stupid. Tell me exactly how you got rid of your leg." "Okay. Okay. Guess I can't keep it a secret anymore can I?" "Not if you want us to ever touch each other again." My look let him know I was serious. I rested my head on his pelvis. My face looking at his cock. Occasionally I would just kiss the head, the shaft, or his hip. I could still taste his cum in my mouth. It was like honey to me. My fingers just toying with Steve's cock as I listened to him start his story. I was intoxicated being next to Steve, touching him, listening to him talk. His words soothed me. I was in small South American town, maybe 200,000 people, for a 6 month consulting assignment. My first time there, but similar to many others I'd been to in other countries. Just like all the other assignments, long days of non-stop work. The country was crawling with army people carrying machine guns and the newspapers regularly had headlines about drug traffickers being killed and gun fights between the drug cartels. Really kind of scary. There was a bar with no name down the street from the hotel with no name. What a hole in the wall place that hotel was, but it was the only thing around. The bar was open to the sidewalk, big ceiling fans everywhere. Didn't matter. Was still hot. Air thick and wouldn't move. Smoke all around. It was the best bar for miles. A few tables by one wall, mostly prostitutes sat there. The stools at the bar were the only real place to sit. A lot of people just stood around. A few leaned against a pillar here and there to keep from falling over from too much to drink. I was probably the only gringo there most nights. Maybe in the whole town. One night, a guy smoking a cigar sat down next to me. "American?" "Yes. I'm Steve. Just down here for 6 months consulting." "I'm Raul. I grew up here. I'm a doctor." Raul was an imposing man. Tall, not fat, but big. Like someone you would not want to meet in a dark alley. But when he talked, he seemed kind, gentle even. "Let me get you a drink. What do you like?" "Scotch on the rocks." As I got the bar tenders attention, I yelled over the noise of the bar. "Two scotch on the rocks. Doubles." He seemed to understand me, at least he was pouring something brown in glasses with what looked like ice. I usually played it safe and just had Corona in a bottle. "Very kind of you." That first evening, the conversation was careful, light, not very intense. I knew we were just feeling each other out. By the time we left the bar, I think we both felt comfortable with each other. Raul and I started meeting in the bar often, not every night, but close to it. It was nice to have someone to talk to. It seemed he was enjoying talking to me. I started to feel like I could trust him. Something I didn't feel about most people I had met around town. Too many guns in belts. Guns everywhere. Guys with big scars on their faces. One night he showed up with a lovely woman, Maria. Very easy to look at. Spoke pretty good English like Raul. Great legs, great chest. She wore dresses that gave me good clear views of both. Jet black hair down over her bare shoulders. Hell, Raul would sometimes become almost invisible, like he wasn't even there, as I tried to imagine what Maria would look like naked in my bed. The three of us had been meeting for drinks, sometimes dinner in a nearby restaurant, for about a week when Raul asked me up to his house on the mountain near the city. Sis, it was so lovely up there. The house was very modern. A high wall around it, like a fort. I stood out on a patio overlooking the wall and could see down the mountain to the ocean. Everywhere I looked, it was green and lush. Small clouds of smoke rising from cooking fires of the poor. I tried to ignore the disparity of the wealth I was confronted by. It was hard to do that. We had eaten a great dinner and the maid removed the dishes. He had more people taking care of his house than I'd ever seen before. It was huge. I got the impression the work was just one of his way to give them money to help them live. They all lived at the bottom of the mountain or in town and would walk there. Raul asked me to follow him. I had no clue what was about to happen. Maybe a few kilos of cocaine on the table? While we walked down a long walkway under a loggia, Raul offered me a large cigar. I passed. He lit one for himself and one for Maria. It looked different to see a woman, specially one as lovely as Maria, smoking a cigar. She seemed to enjoy it as much as Raul. In the living room, we all sat on the floor leaning against large pillows. The mountain air was cool, not cold by any means, but the warmth from the small fire in the fireplace felt nice. Large French doors were open to a garden. The sound of a waterfall was soothing. No One Understands "Maria is lovely. Si?" "Oh my. Yes she is." "Would you believe she has a sister even prettier?" "Hard to believe. You're kidding? Not possible." I looked at Maria, then back at Raul. "Would you rather sleep with Maria or her sister?" "Maria is yours. Right?" "I'm your host. You are my guest." Raul made big sweeping gestures with his arms as he talked. "Please accept my treat." Maria left the room without saying anything. She didn't seem at all mad or upset. I thought for a moment about what to do. In my mind it really was a difficult problem. I was actually wondering what Maria and her sister would look like making love to each other. I just didn't know if I would be pushing my luck to suggest it. "My friend." I found this to be one of his standard ways to address me. "Imagine them together." "Did you read my mind?" Little did I know they both lived next door. Before I could answer, Maria and Ana walked through the door. Ana was, as Raul said, even more beautiful than Maria. "Does she excite you?" "Very much Raul. I've never seen such beauty as with Maria and Ana." I was afraid to insult Maria. It also wasn't clear to me why Raul was with Maria rather than Ana. I was also a little afraid to ask. Don't know why. Just was. Everything was so different in this country than what I was used to back in the states. Maria sat next to Raul, Ana next to me. Both women began to pleasure us with kisses and touches all over our bodies. They took our hands and moved them all over their bodies making it clear there was nothing out of bounds. What bodies. Wow! Both goddesses. Like pages from a men's magazine turned to real life. It didn't take long for the four of us to be completely naked. I lost track of what they were doing as Ana and I began to kiss and lick all over each others body. Her mouth on my cock was nearly as good as your mouth, not quite, but damn close. Her pussy was like a fine feast, the taste like nectar. Her ass, delectable. Her breasts magnificent. Nice, supple, not an ounce of sag, all natural. Nipples that would respond to the slightest touch. If she had been heroin, I would have gladly plunged the needle into my arm again and again. The next day at work, I was worthless. Juan, my client, was pissed that I didn't get more done. Arms waved, fists shook. Body guards stood inside the door of the office with machine guns. "Listen American! I am paying you a fortune and I expect results! If that happens again, you will be on a slow boat back home. Maybe the boat will sink. You know there're sharks out there." "Juan. Juan. It won't happen again. I'm sorry. I'll try to make it up to you." "Well gringo, we handle problems like this differently around here you know." I understood exactly what he was saying and the last thing I wanted to do was end up in some crocodile pit. I'd seen 'Romancing the Stone' after all. This was for real, not some silly film. I'd seen a few pits already. It was hard, but I put Raul, Maria, and Ana off till Friday night. The threats from Juan were all forgotten when I saw them. I could not begin to describe all that happened between us or even what was the best. Actually it is etched, no seared into my brain. Ana and I were unaware of what was Maria and Raul were doing laying next to us in the same bed. We were lost in our little world. Lips all over each body, tongues in and on places they belonged. We were alternating between fucking like rabbits and making slow love like long time lovers. Ana's moans and gasps were like a fine tuned engine. As I kissed her clit, felt inside her pussy, she would roar. A slight pause, a low groan like a backfire of a race car coming into a slow corner at the end of a fast straight. Too many orgasms for each of us to keep track of, we lay next to each other. Her face, her eyes, those lips, everything about her was too much to absorb. There were times I could not believe she was actually laying next to me. We would kiss and it would suddenly be real. We laid there, kissing, nibbling lips, just holding each other close. "So many men are too intimidated to make love me like you do." "It feels so natural. I'm really enjoying this." "Me too Steve. At home, Maria and I sleep together. We make love. I love the feel of her next to me. I love you next to me too." I could hear Raul snoring lightly. As Ana and I talked, the bed moved. I looked and Maria was rolling over, cuddling behind Ana. "Yes Steve, Ana is the best lover I've ever had. I would die if she left me." Maria's hand slipped over Ana's side and rested on a breast, the fingers played with the nipple as she talked. "Don't you just love these nipples? Look how they respond to my touch." I watched as Ana rolled onto her back. Maria began to kiss all over the breast she had been touching just moments before. It was not long before I did the same to the other breast, almost feeling an invitation from both to do so. Ana rested her hands on top of both of our heads, playing with our hair, stroking our necks. Encouraging us with unintelligible words and moans. As Maria worked her mouth down one side of Ana, I followed down the other side, repeating exactly what she was doing. Our lips met over the navel. We kissed each other, the navel, back and forth for a while, before continuing our travel down Ana's body. Our lips passed over the little bump at the top of the pelvis, near the top of the thigh. As we started to kiss the cum covered part between her legs, we stopped long enough to let Ana lift her legs, letting her knees rest against her chest, giving both Maria and me ample access to her pussy, her cunt. That wonderful tunnel to her soul. A place I not been around enough, but a place Maria often went. I was just glad they would share it with me. I was glad Maria was showing me some of the ways to pleasure her sister. The thought of these sisters being together filled my head with thoughts of being with you my sister. I've always loved you, specially these past few years as a lover, but this made me want you so badly. As he talked, I consumed his whole limp cock and let it harden in my mouth. Steve resumed his story. Our mouths, tight together, alternating licks and sucks, occasionally kissing each other, gave Ana much pleasure. Her orgasms were quiet, calm, nice to feel. Raul continued to sleep. Again Ana, Maria, and I lay together. The two sisters spooned tightly, me facing Ana. "I love that you sleep together. I sleep with my sister." "She likes that?" "Very much. Our love has grown a lot. I can't wait to be with her again." "Making love in a family can be so good." Ana kissed me, holding my face in her hands. "I hope my sister and I can meet her." "I know Jean would love that." "Jean ... such a pretty name." Over the coming nights, after Raul made love to Maria, he would drift off to sleep. Ana, Maria, and I continued to share each other and talk. The three of us become very close. I know you would love them. I know how much you love to be women. You would die to be with them. I had about three more weeks to go when both women stopped joining us. Raul simply explained they had to go away for a while. A new woman, almost as nice looking, started hanging out with Raul. Carla was more than willing to share herself with both of us. A little strange, but she was dynamite in bed and could go for the whole night with whatever kind of sex we wanted. And often did. The last day of my contract passed uneventfully. Juan offered me more work if I wanted and I told him I'd think about it, but probably the answer would be yes. I didn't want to sound too anxious. With the beautiful women Raul seemed to have in non-stop supply, how could I not want to hang around? The next contract wouldn't be for a few months even if I wanted it, so waiting a few days to agree wasn't a problem. The whole arrangement seemed very laid back. Business was defiantly conducted differently here. Often like a game, a dance, a mating ritual. Raul called me at the hotel and asked me to join him at his house for a celebration dinner that evening. That was all he said. I didn't know if it was for me, I assumed it was. I was glad to see him a last time for a while, regardless of the reason. I'd gotten used to the rough road to his house. I would have thought that with his wealth, it would have been better. Once he had taken me to the house of a friend and their roads were just as bad. I guess that explained why he liked his pickup with the big tires. There was a gun rack with a rifle laying in it that looked like it could be used for elephants. Hell, there were even a few bullet holes in the truck. I never asked why. I thought I knew. Maria opened the door. I was stunned. Speechless. My mouth dropped open. She stood in front of me, crutches under her arms, her left leg was gone. Her skirt stopped well above the knee and there was nothing below the hem. I thought my heart would just stop and never start again. "You like?" She stepped back, letting me pass as I walked into the house. "Like? Are you kidding? I love!" I gave her a small kiss. "My friend, what do you think of Maria now?" Raul shut the door. "Come and we can talk." He handed a newly lit cigar to Maria. "Will you have one tonight Steve?" "For tonight, sure." We walked past the liquor cabinet. "A scotch perhaps? You look like you could use a double. Take a deep breath. Don't die on me my friend." I knew Maria was having an effect, but I didn't think it was that obvious. "Thanks Raul." I now held a lit cigar that I didn't really want to smoke but was, and a tall drink that I really needed. "Oh Maria. I can't find the words to say how lovely I think you are. This is ... such a pleasant surprise." Raul rested his arm across my back with a hand tightly squeezing the shoulder. "I hope you understand how important it is to keep this ... shall we just say, a secret?" His grip tighten slightly to make a point. "My lips are sealed. No need to feed me to the crocks." He let go of my shoulder and made a big flourish with his hands. "My friend. Would I do that?" He removed the cigar from his mouth and smiled. A hearty chuckle could be heard throughout the room. I knew he would in a heartbeat. It was his pit I'd seen before the confrontation with Juan. We sat on the floor as we had so many evenings before. Maria pulled her skirt up and let her hand touch the end of her thigh. I don't know if she knew what she was doing to me. I was going crazy as I watched her. I assumed she knew exactly. It was clear she was pleased with the way she'd become. "I take it you approve of my work?" "You did this?" "Yes my American friend. I am a surgeon after all. We do some things they don't allow in the States. Maria started talking to me about this a month before I met you. Just like Carla has." "Carla? Have you done this for her?" "Yesterday." "Oh my God Steve! You're making this up. Aren't you? What really happened? Shark? Crocodile? Native attack? Something real exotic? Maybe a plane crash in the rain forest?" "No Sis. If I'm lying, I'm dying as they say." "This hip is so beautiful. I can't believe it." I continued to stroke his hip with my fingers, unable to get over how it felt, that he had actually done this. "Now can I suck that sweet pussy of yours? I've sure missed it." I turned my body around. "Help yourself. Please." I laid on my back while Steve began to treat me to one of his hour long suck fests. His tongue and fingers treated me like I'd not been treated by him in such a long time. Eight months since just before he left for South America. That evening, we took turns being on top. I'd never decided which I liked best. I seriously loved to have a guy pound me into the mattress as he drove his cock in and out of me. But then I loved to ride a guy like a rodeo rider. No. There weren't any clowns to rescue me if I fell off and I sure could hold on for more than 8 seconds. We got so crusted in our juices that we had to shower a few times during the night. Felt like starting all over each time. When we did sleep, it felt so heavenly to have him cuddled up behind me. I loved his cock pressed against my ass. My brother. Heaven. My brother. The alarm went off far too quickly Monday morning. Why me? I turned it off and rolled back next to Steve. His lovely blue eyes looking at me. I kissed him hard and passionately. "Little Sister. Call in sick. Better yet. Call in and just quit." "Quit? And live on what? Unless you have a few gold bars in your bag." "I have to go back in a month. You have a passport don't you? Come with me. The cost of living is very low there. You'd love it. We could live together. No one would care that we are bother and sister." "Sure I have a passport. Are you pulling my leg?" "Yeah. Pulling it off." I did go to work and I resigned. My boss and I reached an agreement that it was best if I just let today be my last day. Not that many of my belongings were worth keeping. The very few that were I packed carefully and rented a small storage locker. The rest I either sold or threw away. I even sold the condo. The propeller plane approached a mountain top airfield, paved, barely. All I could think of as we bounced a few times while landing was some scene out of a movie about running drugs. Guess maybe the drug runners had larger planes than this one, maybe a better airfield too. The plane came to a stop next to a small single room building with an orange windsock blowing in the breeze. A few old cars were parked in a dirt parking lot under trees. A rickety blue bus with hand painted lettering sat waiting, the driver wiping his forehead, his shirt wet with sweat. Two army men with machine guns stood guard at the side of the runway. No jetways here. Not even tall steps on wheels. Just a step stool by the door of the plane. Seven passengers got off. Steve walked on his crutches, I carried mine, to the terminal. The luggage was put on a cart and pushed to the building. A man and woman in the small crowd waved towards us. "Steve! Glad you could come back. What? Six weeks?" "Raul. This is my sister Jean. Jean, this is Maria." Raul let us stay in one of the many suites in his house. He was a nice host and I could see why Steve had liked him. I quickly became comfortable with Raul. That evening, Maria and Ana joined us for dinner with Raul. "How's the arm healing Ana?" "Very well. I'm happy. Sorry I disappeared so suddenly before you left." No so many weeks after we arrived, Steve and I were laying on the bed wrapped in each others arms. I loved the way he held me, the way his kisses felt. "Little sister, I can't begin to tell you how happy I am having you next to me. Things have worked out so well for both of us." "Thanks for all you've done for me. You've given me something I've dreamed of all my life." "Raul gave you that." "Sure. But it is you that truly understood me. I guess I had realized about the time I got your email, that only we understood each other. Everyone else acted like I was a freak, a crazy. I love you little brother." Steve lightly stroked my bandaged hip while I stroked his hip. "It's nice being alike. Being brother and sister." We kissed and held each other through the rest of the night.