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No Worries Ch. 01

By: AphroditeReborn



 Thank you to Brett J for being my editor 

This story was written with my brother in mind, however all events are fictional. 

God, she hated flying. But this trip was essential to her job. If she landed this account she would get a healthy raise and the corner office. But almost 32 hours on a frickin' plane was ridiculous. Granted she had a 14 hour layover in Honolulu, so technically she would only be in the air for a little nearly seventeen hours {if you included the stops in Atlanta and LA}, but good gravy! She was going to sleep for a week when she got back! She had a three-hour time slot to deliver her presentation to Anderson and Associates in Sydney on Monday morning... local time. Which was... her brain hurt... around dinnertime Sunday back in Baltimore. She would leave her hometown on a Friday morning for a three-hour meeting and not be back for five and half days. God, she hated flying.

Sabrina had taken the window seat, as she always did. She would know exactly when they were about to taxi down the runway. She watched out the window as the plane reversed slowly and then proceeded at a crawl towards the runway. Her breath grew more labored and she knew the time was near. As the plane made its final turn and the engines roared to life she held onto the armrests with a death-like grip.

Matt watched the woman out of the corner of his eye. She was obviously terrified of flying, but wore a business suit of sorts. He could see her light blue silk blouse beneath the gray blazer and her short gray skirt to match was halfway up her thighs. He looked appreciatively at her long legs and then at her tiny feet encased in gray low-heeled pumps. Her auburn hair was loose in curls around her face and her eyes were shut tight. The grip she had on the armrest told him that she was not a seasoned traveler as he was. He felt the roar of the engines as they sped down the runway. He sincerely hoped she would be getting off in Atlanta and he wouldn't have to cringe at the thought of her perfectly manicured hands leaving dent marks in the steel armrests all the way to LA. Matt noticed however, that the higher the plane got, the blood returned to her face and her grip lightened. As the flight attendants began milling around in preparation for serving snacks, she let go completely, reached into her carry-on bag at her feet and retrieved a book. She began to read and she crossed her right knee over her left leg as if nothing was wrong.

He stood up himself and got out his laptop from the overhead bin. It was a short flight to their first stop in Atlanta, but there were things he could be doing. Liar, he told himself. You're on vacation Matt!  He was going home for the first time in three years for his sister's 22nd birthday and his grandmother's eightieth. Tutu was advancing in years, but she was still spry in actions and had the mind of a woman a quarter of her age. She and Jennifer could debate anything from politics to religion to evolution. And usually Tutu won, Matt smiled softly to himself. It would be good to see his family again. He had been working too hard in New York these past few years, but it had paid off. He was a junior partner now in the advertising agency located in Manhattan, just blocks from his high-rise apartment. The bustle of the city was extremely different from his upbringing on Kauai. He thrived on the stress and high pace, which was why he had excelled in advertising. He had told his boss that he would stop in at the Baltimore office on Thursday to check things out there. Rumors were flying that Matt would soon be in control of that office at the young age of twenty-six. He wasn't sure if he wanted to leave the hustle and bustle of New York City. After his afternoon appearance at the Baltimore office, he grabbed a hotel room and then this morning flight: the official start of his vacation.

She noticed the young man sitting in the aisle seat only when he got up to get his laptop from the overhead compartment. He was young, twenty-five or so, with short light brown hair. His complexion was darkly tanned as if he spent a lot of time outdoors; or in this case, in the middle of winter, in a tanning bed. Sabrina kept reading her book, paying him no attention until he asked if he could use the center tray table since no one was between them. "Sure!" she said. "No problem." He wasn't dressed in business attire, but his laptop and files definitely gave her that impression. She turned back to her book and read for the rest of the two-hour flight to Atlanta.

As the flight attendants took their seats to prepare for landing, Sabrina tucked her book away in the pocket of the seat in front of her and prepared herself for terror once again. She hated flying. No. That wasn't really true. She didn't mind the in-the-air part. It was the take-offs and landings that scared her to death. She closed her eyes and held on for dear life as the plane touched down and the air brakes screamed. Stop! STOP! STOP!She cried out internally. The runway is ENDING! Gradually the plane slowed to a crawl to taxi its way to the terminal. The layover here would be brief, so she retired to her book once again.

The plan was filling up with passengers and soon voices were permeating her mind, taking her away from her romance novel.

"Oh dear," a woman with a soft southern drawl stated. "It looks like we'll be separated."

"I'll take Maggie and Denny here with me," her husband said. "And you sit behind us in the middle seat there." Her husband was pointing to the middle seat next to Sabrina.

"Pardon me, ma'am," the young man in the aisle seat in her row started. "If you want the aisle to be closer to your family, I'll sit in the middle."

"Oh, you're a doll!" she squealed and Sabrina internally rolled her eyes. "We're on our way to Disneyland and the children are so very excited!"

Indeed they looked it. Maggie, about four, was fighting with her brother Denny, probably six, about who would have the window seat. The father settled the argument by taking the window seat himself. The two young children sat silent and unmoving in their seats, more than likely fuming with anger and disappointment, which was a relief to Sabrina. She would have disliked hearing their fighting and feeling the cabin around her move with their tantrums in their seats. 

Matt moved to the middle seat next to the auburn beauty, but she paid him no mind. She was immersed in her book. Jane Feather, he mused. She was a romantic. He took the opportunity to surreptitiously look at her face and could see her eyes were bright blue when they weren't clamped shut. She was a very attractive woman with her auburn curls and slim features. She was perhaps ten years or so older than he was. As the plane doors closed and it began its reverse roll towards the runway, Matt made sure his hands were in his lap. She had returned her book to the pocket in front of her. He feared she might grab onto him during takeoff as she had when they had taken off in Baltimore and when they had landed in Atlanta. 

Sabrina watched through the window again and as the plane made its last turn, she leaned back, closed her eyes tightly and gripped the armrests once again. The engines roared in her ears trying to gain speed. Get Up! GET UP! GET UP! The runway is ending! Suddenly she felt a warm, large hand closing gently over her own and knew it was the young man in the middle seat. She didn't dare open her eyes just yet, but his hand over hers was alarmingly reassuring.

As the plane began to level off high in the air, she relaxed and opened her eyes. She turned towards the young man to offer her thanks. He glanced into her eyes and for the first time she saw his face clearly... it was Steven.

She tried to look away, but his eyes bore into her own, searing her soul. "Are you all right, miss?" he asked.

Sabrina couldn't breathe. "Y-you look like someone I used to know. I'm sorry." 

"No worries," he flashed a brilliant smile at her. It was the same phrase her brother had used when he would chuck her on her chin and then gather her in a bear hug. Her eyes stung with unshed tears. Her older brother had always made her feel like there wasn't a care in the world... nothing would happen to her that he couldn't fix. Except when he had been killed in action in a useless war. Her heart broke, and Steven wasn't there to fix it. It was eerie how much this young man looked like her brother had the last time she had seen him. 

She had seen him off at the airport that day in Denver. She was eighteen and in her freshman year of college. She expressed her concern about his going to Iraq. He chucked her on the chin, gathered her into his arms and hugged her tight as he had said "no worries." He released her and headed down the ramp to board the plane, waving and smiling back at her. They were the last words she'd ever heard from him. He was dead six days later when his helicopter had been shot down. 

Her father had died of a broken heart less than a year later and her mother lost touch with reality. Mom had been hospitalized for five years before she too joined her husband and beloved son in death.

He could tell he had startled her and even as she retrieved her book again, she was still shaken. She said he had looked like someone else. He shouldn't take it personally and yet for some reason, Matt did. Whenever Matt tried to diffuse a tense situation at work he always used his humor and wit. Ninety-nine percent of the time it worked in his favor. Would it work now? He leaned over and whispered into her ear, "The butler did it."

Sabrina was startled again at his words and flushed. Then she laughed with him and stared into his pale blue eyes, so like her brother's. Her heart skipped a beat as she confessed, "I think you might be right." Her flirtatious wink was spontaneous and she blushed again.

He extended his hand, as he turned sideways to see her more clearly. "I'm Matt. Business taking you to LA?"

"Sabrina," she answered. As she took his hand, it was warm, soft and yet she felt a thrill at his touch. A sort of connection between them... like the sense of peace she had felt upon takeoff when his had had been placed reassuringly over her own. It was ridiculous, she knew. "Business yes, but I'm afraid I'm going a lot further than LA," she laughed. "I change plans in Los Angeles, hoping my connection is on time, and then head to Honolulu where I am detained for fourteen hours." At that thought she rolled her eyes. "From there I am on to Sydney for a nine am Monday morning business meeting."

Matt's eyes lit up with delight. His beautiful seat mate would be his traveling companion all the way home to Hawaii. That is, if they had they same connecting flight in Los Angeles. "What do you do that you are flying halfway around the world?"

"I-I'd rather not say," she stammered. She wasn't embarrassed by her job, she liked it very much, but her boss had told her specifically that this trip was on the QT. If they could land this account, her company would be one of the top ones in the country. 

"Ah," he smiled and her heart flipped again. Steven's smile. No, no, she must not think like that. Steven had been gone for nearly eighteen years. "Government. Don't tell me." He put up his hand. "The US is now considering imports of kiwi fruit in mass quantities."

Sabrina giggled. "Kiwi's are from New Zealand, not Australia."

"Oh right," he ran his left hand through his fine brown hair and she noticed there was no wedding ring. "I was never good with geology." He wiggled his eyebrows at her to let her know he had intentionally come up with the wrong word.

Sabrina smiled again, wider this time, her straight white teeth flashing. "I like you Mr. Matt. You make me laugh. This will be an enjoyable flight I'm sure. I don't like flying," she admitted softly.

"You seem to be doing fine right now."

"Oh yes... the actual flight I have no problems with. It's taking off and landing."

"I had noticed the earlier death grips," he laughed and then without a conscious thought he touched her hand in a casual manner. "I'll be here for you Sabrina. No worries."

As she stared into his eyes, she heard her brother's voice again. Tears started to fill her eyes and she looked away from him.

He pulled his hand away and said softly, "I'm sorry. I don't mean to intrude on your space."

"It's ok... honest," she said, but still couldn't bear to look at him. "You just remind me of someone."

"You said that before. May I ask whom? And I am hoping that it is a good memory."

"Bittersweet," she answered. "My older brother. He used to tell me 'no worries' all the time."

The way she had said it, Matt knew without a doubt that her brother was no longer around to tell her not to worry. "I'm sorry," he said. "How long?"

"Almost eighteen years now." She wiped at her few tears with her fingertips. "You just look so much like him. I haven't cried over him in years."

"Desert Storm?" he asked. Her face showed shock, but she nodded and he continued. "My father was killed there. I was only seven."

Sabrina now reached over and her right hand grasped his left. They had a common bond: death of their loved ones in the same war. They sat in silence for a short time, still holding hands, each lost in their own thoughts.

Soon, her book was forgotten and she turned to the young man beside her. She started to look at him more closely and realized that even though he wore a striking resemblance to Steven, there were certain features that were very different. His skin was much more tanned and Matt had a cleft in his chin. His nose was a bit thinner than Steven's had been. Seeing the differences helped her to get over the emotional hurt she had first felt when she'd gazed upon his face. His eyes, though the same pale blue, were closer together.

"So, where are you headed, Matt?" she asked. She noticed their hands were still clasped, but she felt a comfort from him and so did not try to break the bond.

"I'm heading to Kauai. My family lives there. My little sister and my grandmother share the same birthday so I am heading home to visit them."

"What's your connection in Los Angeles?" When he told her the flight number, she was ecstatic. "That means we will be flying together most of the way," she grinned. "If you don't mind my company."

His left hand squeezed hers lightly and he replied, "Nothing in this world would delight me more, Sabrina."

The rest of the flight into Los Angeles passed with chatting about favorite movies and music. They debated in length about "Independence Day" as being a modern day classic. She was adamant and he kept shaking his head in disagreement. "It's not real! It can't happen!"

She laughed loudly as her blue eyes sparkled. "Do you think Matt that in this vast universe of which we are only a tiny molecule of existence, that we could be the ONLY intelligent life out there?"

His eyes grew solemn and he looked deeply into her eyes. "Right now," his voice was barely a whisper. "There is no one in my existence but you." Sabrina rarely blushed but she did so feverishly now. 

What the hell? Matt had never ever been called romantic, not by any of his ex-girlfriends. So what kind of nonsense had just sprouted from his lips? In truth though, he had said the words honestly. The six hour long ride across the country had seemed like only a few minutes in her company. He definitely felt a connection and hoped that she felt it too.

"Ladies and gentlemen," a disembodied voice stirred him from his thoughts. "Please prepare for our landing in Los Angeles. Thank you for flying with us and have a pleasant stay in LA or wherever your final journey takes you."

What was he doing? What was he feeling? This stranger... this beautiful, captivating, bewitching stranger... was boggling his mind in a fascinating way and he longed to know more about her. He wanted to know everything about this woman that made him smile and laugh one minute, ready to weep with passion the next. He saw her face move forward, filled with tension. Her right hand was now gripping his like a vice as the plane began its descent. Her breathing was shallow. Matt squeezed her fingers tightly back, but not too tight and leaned closer. "It's ok, love. I'm here."

His term of endearment sent Sabrina's heart racing even more. She closed her eyes and felt his thumb rubbing the back of her hand. His soft whispers of comfort were breathlessly tickling her neck. She wasn't as frightened anymore as she was getting aroused. There was definite sexual tension between them. This young man, he couldn't be anymore than 25, was heightening her senses with every smooth stroke and every caressing word. "Have you ever been to Kauai, Sabrina? The warm air, the soft breeze, the swaying palm trees? I will show it to you. Imagine us on the beach... me holding you, caressing you, touching your soft skin. We have no cares in the world. It's only you and me. No one else exists. I will show you my home, my tropical paradise. You can hear the surf as I wrap you in a warm embrace. Nothing will harm you. I am here for you. I will be here for you always. Caress you, hold you."

"Matt?" she whispered, her voice ragged.

"Yes, Sabrina?"

"Please stop. You aren't relaxing me." His smile disappeared. "You are turning me on instead." His grin returned.

The plane touched down and her grip tightened around his hand. The air brakes screamed outside, slowing them dramatically. Soon they were coasting into LA's terminal and her breathing returned to normal as she loosened her grip on his hand, but he wouldn't allow her to let go completely. Fate on an airplane had brought this woman into his life and he wasn't about to let her go anytime soon. They sat in silence, fingers laced together, while the other passengers disembarked. 

They stood up and for the first time in several hours, their bodies were not connected in some way. She got her bag from beneath the seat in front of her and he retried his from the above compartment. He guided her to be in front of him, following the happy family from Georgia. Sabrina had instantly felt the loss of his touch and as soon as she was in the aisle ahead of him, she reached back. Matt's hand instantly latched on to hers and the sense of 'right' returned.

They walked off the plane and found that their flight was on time, leaving in a little over an hour, so Matt suggested grabbing a late lunch. "My treat!" he said.

Sabrina laughed and agreed. Her stomach was rumbling, as she knew his must be also. It was after five in the evening back home in Baltimore. "Lunch, hell," she laughed again as it was so easy to be with him. "Dinner!" 

Matt agreed. His continental breakfast this morning at the hotel had worn off long ago, but he hadn't noticed the hunger pains until now. His thoughts in the last six hours had been completely about Sabrina. They walked into Ruby Tuesdays with their hands still clasped. "Two, please," he told the hostess.

"When is your flight?" the hostess asked.

Matt quickly did the math in his head to convert to local time. "3:45."

"I will seat you in the preferred section then," she smiled. Sabrina and Matt followed her to a table beside a window where they could look at the palm trees in the distance across the tarmac. It was bright and sunny and looked incredibly warm for a February afternoon. 

They placed their order and Sabrina smiled, as she looked outside and the sunny landscape. "It's probably thirty-two degrees back home."

"Oh yes," Matt laughed and agreed. "With at least six inches of snow on the ground!"

Sabrina looked into his pale blue eyes, which were no longer haunting, but now comforting. "Where do you live?! Western Maryland?" The grass was brown around her apartment complex outside of Baltimore, but they had no snow on the ground.


No Worries Ch. 01



Matt chuckled. "Never been there though I've heard it's pretty. No. I live in New York. I was in Baltimore on business yesterday."

"OH!" She exclaimed. "I have never been to New York. In the city?"

"Manhattan, yes. You're only four hours from New York City and have never been there?" He could not imagine anyone not seeing the grandest city in the world, in his humble opinion.

Sabrina flushed. "Yes. My ex-husband always said he would take me there, but we never went."

Ex-husband, she had said. His mind had hoped she was indeed single like him. "Sorry. Didn't mean to bring up bad memories."

"Don't apologize," she admonished him. "It was over and done with years ago. I have no regrets about my life." Well, perhaps one, she thought wryly. The waiter brought their food then and they ate while still chatting. He informed her that yes, the skating rink in Central Park was as magical as she had seen in the movies. She had told him about the view from the Lincoln Memorial at night in DC, when he said he'd only been there during the day.

"There is nothing more spectacular than the view of the city from the Empire State Building though," he told her. "Like that movie, an Affair to Remember... or Sleepless in Seattle depending on your taste in classic movies." He grinned.

She laughed and his heart lurched. It was like an angel. Who could have imagined that Matt would fall in love with a stranger this quickly?  In love? The thought pulled him up short. What other feeling made him feel this incredible? She was smart, gorgeous, witty... perfect. He knew she was years older than him, but her maturity was as enticing as her youthful laugh. 

"So..." she started. "Tell me about Matt."

He leaned back in his high-back chair and sighed. "Not much to tell. I grew up on Kauai, but I was born in Austin, Texas. My parents were married because of me." He blushed. "You know my dad died when I was seven. My sister was four, so she doesn't remember him at all. Mom never remarried. Tutu, that's my grandmother, her mom, lives with Mom now and Jennifer is a senior at HU on Oahu. I moved to New York after I graduated from high school and completed my degree at NYU. I prefer the hustle and bustle of the city to the laid back atmosphere of Kauai. And you Sabrina?"

"Born and raised in Denver. My brother was ten years older. Dad died shortly after he did... of a broken heart we think. Mom went crazy with grief and was hospitalized shortly after. She died five years later. I was married once for two years. He wasn't faithful. We had met in college in Denver, but his family was originally from Baltimore so when we married, we moved. I love it in Maryland, so I stayed even after the divorce."

"You have no other family?" he asked.

Sabrina shook her head. "My family is all gone."

"You're alone." It wasn't meant as a condolence, but more of an assurance to himself that she didn't have a boyfriend lurking. She nodded. For clarification, he added, "No boyfriend that is going to come after me for making passes at his woman?"

She smiled at him and shook her head again. "ARE you making passes at me, Matt?"

"Not yet," he grinned. "If I was making a pass at you, I'd do this." He softly touched her cheek and ran his thumb over her luscious red lips. He leaned closer to her and their lips met softly. He tentatively flicked his tongue and as she opened her lips, the kiss deepened. 

Sabrina blushed deeply as she moved away, fully ware that they were two strangers in a very public place. He wanted to apologize for his actions, but why? He'd done nothing wrong. He had kissed a beautiful woman with whom he had a deep attraction. 

He paid the tab and held out his hand again for her to hold. The sense of 'right' returned with him, Sabrina thought to herself. They had almost seven more hours before landing in Honolulu where she would go to her hotel room and sleep before beginning the final leg of her journey on to Sydney. They would part ways and probably never see each other again, but she enjoyed his company immensely and was glad she had found a new friend.

Matt was in love. How is could have happened so quickly, he didn't know, but it was. Sabrina was everything he could have dreamed of in a woman. She was stunningly gorgeous, breathtakingly witty and sincerely charming. On the flight to Honolulu he thought about taking her to meet his family. Perhaps on her return trip back to the States. He knew without a doubt that his mother, his sister and, of course, his grandmother would love her. She seemed to have a glowing magnetism that eased people. She was a natural "people person" and, he thought, she would make one hell of an advertising agent. He laughed to himself that he should be so lucky to have her in the same business as he was in. Her job in the government though, he suspected, was also people related. Perhaps she was an aide for an emissary or something like that. All he knew was that this "secretive mission" that she was on was for a meeting that would only last a few hours, a little sightseeing in Sydney and then the long flights back home to Baltimore.

"Have you ever been to Australia before?" he asked her casually.

"Oh no!" she laughed. "I had to get a passport specifically for this trip. I've never been outside of the Continental US before now."

Matt himself had been to Australia several times. The most recent was last week when he tried, and failed, to get the account of Anderson and Associates in Sydney. Quite suddenly a thought came to his brain. Would she think him crazy? Would she be willing to spend more time with him?

"I have been several times," he said slowly. "I would love to show you the sights. There is a restaurant close to the Opera House that is to die for!"

Sabrina's heart fluttered. She longed to spend more time with him. He had such a magnetic appeal that she found herself nearly hanging on every word he spoke. They had discovered much about each other in these long hours in the air, but she longed... no craved... to know more. "I wish you could," she shyly replied. 

"It can be done."

"How? You are supposed to meet your family for your sister and grandmother's birthday party!"

"That's not until NEXT weekend," he stressed. "I am actually just beginning my two-week vacation and right now I think I have a desire to vacation in Sydney."

She was frugal with her money and could not understand how anyone could just fly to Australia on a spur of the moment whim, though she desperately wanted him to just that. She was not eager for their time together to end.

She laughed. "Just like that, huh? You will purchase a ticket to Sydney, just to show me the sites and take me to dinner?"

"Just like that," he agreed. "It's called a Corporate Credit Card. Granted I might have to say that I wined and dined a client to justify flying all the way there, but indeed there is an account there that we would like to acquire, so...." He trailed off. "It can be done. The question is, do you WANT me to accompany you all the way to Sydney, stay a few hours, wine and dine you and then fly back with you to Hawaii?"

Sabrina pondered. "I do have my meeting at nine. It shouldn't last longer than a few hours though." She sighed heavily. Gods yes, she wanted to spend more time with him. The more they talked and got to know each other, the more she wanted him close to her.

"I can find something to do with my time," he laughed and then laced his fingers through hers. "I would love to be with you, for however long this lasts." They both had half-smiles on their faces as each had come to the realization that their time together was brief. But it didn't have to be. Manhattan was only four hours from Baltimore and only an hour or so by plane. And there was still that rumor floating that he would get promoted to the Baltimore office. Their brief relationship high in the air could continue on the ground.

He had a sudden image of the future with her. He imagined inviting her over for dinner: he was a very good cook. He would propose a toast to their budding romance, which would swiftly lead to a seduction, he surmised. Somehow he knew that bedroom activities with Sabrina would be fiery and passionate beyond his wildest dreams. His cock twitched in his khakis at the thought.

"What are you going to do in Honolulu for fourteen hours? Can I show you the sights there too?" He playfully asked. But his mind wasn't on showing her the white sandy beaches or seeing the surf pound against the rocks. His mind was now focused on her white creamy skin and pounding himself into her slick core over and over again.

"My assistant made arrangements for me to sleep at the Holiday Inn close to the airport. She knew it would be after midnight my time when I arrived." Her blush told him that she hadn't wanted to mention to him a "hotel" or "sleep" or any of those words associated with possible sex. 

"Perhaps a late dinner then," he suggested. "I'm sure you will be hungry again after our long flight from LA. And then I could safely see you to your room, tuck you in, theoretically of course, and meet you in the lobby before our flight to Sydney." It was a safe plan, he thought, but not the one he really had in mind. If her response to him was any indication, he would be kissing her goodnight in her hotel room and possibly, just maybe, getting to know her body a little more intimately. Goodness knows his blood heated when they held hands and from the light kiss they had shared. He could only imagine how hot it would make him to kiss her more thoroughly... to run his hands across her smooth skin... to caress and arouse her until she begged him not to leave.

Sabrina's stomach completed a somersault at the thought of him tucking her into bed. Even theoretically. She felt the moisture pool between her thighs as very sinful thoughts flashed unbidden to her mind. She knew that she felt a very strong attraction to Matt, but he was still a stranger to her. It was true they were getting to know each other more with each passing moment, but her mind, as well as her heart, was still on guard. 

It had been literally years since she had been intimate with a man. Her divorce from Richard had been finalized now for over eight years! She had always been secluded and alone since then. She had had a few dinner dates, but nothing had progressed beyond a lingering goodnight kiss at her door. There had never been that spark of desire with any of the men she had dated in the past. But now there WAS a spark. With Matt. She had been aware of her sexuality and thought she was a fairly attractive woman, but knew in her heart that the next time she thought about giving her body to a man would have to be almost magical. With Matt there would be magic, she was certain.

Sabrina looked deeply into his blue eyes and set her palm against his cheek. "Dinner would be lovely." From there, after dinner... well, she would wait and see. Her attraction to Matt was strong and she felt that if he persuaded her even a little, she more than likely would fall willingly into his arms.

When they finally landed in Honolulu, Sabrina didn't even notice the time had slipped away and her eyes and been on Matt's face with her fingers casually laced with him as the wheels touched the ground. Her fear didn't seem to surface at all when she was with him. 

Sabrina had made up her mind that if Matt didn't make a pass at her, she would try to seduce him. He seemed to be too much of a true gentleman to force his attentions on a woman. She would blatantly flirt with him at dinner, more than she already had on the flight. She wanted him. Her mind had accepted the fact that he was no longer a stranger to her after the last seventeen hours, but a cherished friend. Possibly a future lover. She had felt the connection with him and had seen the smoldering desire in his eyes. 'Possible' was not on option this evening, she thought. 

"I want to put my bags in my room and freshen up a bit before dinner, if you don't mind," she said after stepping off the transit bus from the airport to the hotel. 

"I'll call the airlines and book my flight for tomorrow morning and find myself a room while you do that. No worries," he replied and smiled warmly at her. He couldn't take his eyes off of her. She was beautiful, inside and out, he had learned miles above in the sky.

She gazed into his eyes, rose on her toes and kissed him lightly. "Please don't," she whispered. "I'm sure my room will be large enough to share."

Matt's temperature rose a few notches and his already semi-erect cock hardened instantly. Was she inviting him to share her room... or her bed? "Are you sure?" 

She nodded and kissed him lightly again. She couldn't be aggressive. She had never been overtly sexual, but her body was now straining to be against his. She had planted the seed, now she let him be the one to make the move and nurture is to its natural conclusion... or so she hoped. 

As she checked in at the front desk, Matt called the airline and reserved a seat on her flight. He had gotten the last seat. It was amazingly coincidental. They might be separated in their seat assignments, but he might be able to use his persuasive attitude on one of the other passengers and switch. They took the elevator to the tenth floor and proceeded down a hallway to the right. She opened the door and saw her luxurious suite. Debbie, her assistant, had done an amazing job on these accommodations. They each put down their luggage and looked around. There was a sitting area separated from the bed by a peninsula with cabinets. This suite was also a kitchenette. 

She glanced nervously at the queen-sized bed with mirrored panels all the way to the ceiling from the small one-foot high headboard. This was a room for seduction as well as comfort. She turned to look at Matt and gathered him close, her arms around his waist. She looked up... gods he was tall... and gazed into his eyes. "Hungry?" she whispered. He nodded and as she attempted to pull out of his arms, resolving that her seduction would have to wait until after dinner, he restrained her.

"Hungry for you," he said breathlessly. His mouth captivated hers in a passionate kiss, their tongues dancing to an erotic rhythm that was their own personal tune. His hands caressed her back as he pulled her closer to him. Her whimper of desire and consent surged through his body. He was about to make love to this beautiful woman. He was about to make her his own.

Sabrina could not stop the flood of desire as it rushed through her body, even if she had tried. He was no stranger. He was much more than a friend. She felt 'right' and whole when he was near her. Her life suddenly felt complete as she melted into his arms and he carried her to the bed. She laid back in abandonment as he began to undress her. He didn't rush. She knew that he would be a gentle as well as magical lover. Their first time would be memorable for both of them.

Matt unbuttoned her blazer and slid it off her shoulders to reveal the long-sleeved silk blouse beneath. Pearl button by pearl button he opened the blouse, slowly, methodically, kissing her neck and her cheeks and her chin intermittently. Her white lacy bra held her glorious globes and he could see her nipples peaked through the fabric. She desired him as much as he desired her. God how he wanted to rip the rest of her clothes off to see her naked form, but he restrained his haste. He wanted to savor this moment... every moment with her.

As Sabrina watched him she felt a burning need. She needed to look at him as he looked at her. He kissed her lightly on the lips and trailed down to the valley between her breasts as his thumbs ran circles around her peaked nipples. She inhaled sharply at the sensation that was driving her mad with desire. He unfastened the front enclosure of her bra and released one breast and then the other from the confines of the fabric. The rush of air on her breasts made them tingle even more... until his lips kissed them... until this tongue flicked her nipples one at a time, causing her to arch up off the bed and closer to him. She released a low moan as he began to suckle her breasts. 

As his tongue lavished attention on her nipples and her breasts, his fingers skimmed over her flat stomach to the waistband of her skirt. He deftly unbuttoned and then unzipped it. He was a very skilled lover. His mouth trailed kisses across her stomach as his hands tugged the fabric from her waist. She raised her hips slightly so that he could slip off the skirt and toss it aside like her had her blazer. Her arms were still encased in the silkiness of her blouse and her bra was still over her shoulders. 

Freeing the short skirt from her hips and legs he saw her matching white lace panties with suntan colored thigh highs. "I've always wanted to make love to a woman while she wore stockings and high heels," he laughed.

Her left eyebrow shot into her brow as she said, "You've never?" He shook his head. "Well then, by all means leave them on... though I don't have the high heels." Her pumps had been kicked from her feet before she had landed on the bed.

"Next time," he whispered against her lower abdomen as he slid her damp panties from her hips. He brought them to his nose and inhaled deeply which aroused Sabrina to no end. He smelled her essence and soon she knew he would taste her as well. 

Matt was delighted to find her mound almost completely shaved with only a ball of tight auburn curls above her hood. He tickled the hair softly with his fingertips as his tongue slipped in her core and she moaned with approval. Her honey was the sweetest he had ever known. He longed to lick every drop. His hands meandered back up to her nipples as his mouth ravished her pussy. He tweaked her nipples between his thumb and forefinger and was thrilled to her a pip of a scream escape her lips. 

She caressed his head with her hands, urging him closer to her. She felt her impending orgasm and it was upon her before she realized that they had barely just begun. 

"Come to me, my love," he crooned between licks. "Let me taste your explosion, Bree."

As her muscles tensed beneath him, her fingernails digging into his scalp, she screamed his name long and hard. "Ohhhhhh gods Maaaaaaaaaatt!"

He was pleased that he had brought her to orgasm with only his tongue and his fingers. He had always made a habit to please his lovers before he came himself, but with her it was even more special. He always wanted to please her, in every way. He stood above her as the rush of desire subsided from her. He would bring her back up again, he knew. He was more hurried now with his own clothing and pulled his shirt off over his head, kicked off his shoes and thrust his pants and boxers to the floor. Stepping out of them and looking at her again, he realized she had tossed her blouse and bra to the side. She was gloriously naked in front of him except for the silkiness of her stockings. It was a vividly erotic picture. 

His knees pushed her thighs apart further and he positioned his long cock above her wet pussy. He wanted to enter her with one swift thrust, eager to claim her, but his entrance was slow, inch-by-inch, filling her completely. With a sigh of deep contentment he eased all the way into her and kissed her lovingly on the lips. "You are so perfect for me," he sighed again. "You wrap around my cock like a slick, silken vise." 

"Mmmmm," she agreed. "You do seem to fill me wonderfully well."

His thrusts in and out of her wet hole were languid at first, wanting to make this wonderful moment last forever, but as her fingernails began to rake his back and her silk clad thighs wrapped around his hips, pulling him closer into her, the desire was overwhelming. His cock moved in and out of her slickly and more rapidly. Her breath was ragged through soft moans of desire. As her pussy walls clenched around his cock with her orgasm, his cock had no chance but to obey the command and come with her. The pleasure of release as he squirted his seed deep into her womb was indeed magical and gazing into her crystal blue eyes as they rode the waves of passion together, he knew he saw fireworks within her pools.




No Worries Ch. 01



His exhaustive state as he lay on top of her only lasted a moment, before he knew he must have been crushing her with his weight. He slid off of her and rolled to snuggle close to her side. He kissed her lightly as he fingered her auburn curls. "That was ... incredible."

She murmured her assent, as she looked deep into his eyes. She recalled the fact briefly that they reminded her so much of her brother's. She knew her heart had jumped off the cliff of love and was now flying high above the clouds. They had met miles above ground and he had taken her there again. 

Suddenly a thought occurred to Matt. "I-I didn't have time to pull out," he said apologetically. "You squeezed me so hard I just had to come."

She giggled. "It's okay. Wrong time of the month anyway for me."

Matt breathed a sigh of relief. He knew he wanted Sabrina in his life, and eventually he believed he wanted children with her, but not yet. He was being selfish and wanted her to himself for a while longer... a long while longer. 

He rolled off the side of the bed and headed towards the bathroom to clean their sticky juices from his thighs. He would wet the washcloth with warm water and then return to clean her. "I'll be back," he smiled sweetly and leaned over to kiss her.

"I'm starving now," she said breathlessly as he leaned over her. "How about ordering pizza?"

"Sounds wonderful to me," he answered and kissed her nose. "You know what I like." Indeed they had discovered many things about each other in the last few hours, including that they both liked pepperoni only on their pizza. "My treat. There is money in my wallet in my pants." He walked into the bathroom naked and Sabrina admired his tight ass. His body was simply breathtaking.

She looked around for his pants and found his wallet and as she was on the phone with the pizza delivery place that catered to the hotel, she felt a strong desire to snoop. She knew it was wrong, but in all they had talked about that day, their last names had never come up. She couldn't believe she had fallen in love with, and oh yes indeed she was in love without a doubt, and just made love with someone and she didn't even know his last name. 

As she flipped open his wallet and found the flap that contained his driver's license, the first thing she noticed was his birth date. He was a Gemini to her Cancer...not that she really believed in that stuff. He was only twenty-six. Nearly twelve years younger than herself, but age was just a number wasn't it? And then she glanced to the name on his driver's license.

As first she thought he lied to her about his name. Matthew wasn't his name after all. No there it was. His middle name. James Matthew.... She sucked in a breath.... McKenzie. She looked at his birth date again and a sense of dread flooded her. No! She thought. It couldn't be! As she leafed through his wallet frantically she found what she had hoped she would not. Pictures of his family. He was standing with three women: his mother, his sister and his grandmother obviously. Sabrina had only met Michelle once in her life, but she recognized the woman even though she was now twenty-six years older. And one flip of the photo behind it confirmed her dreaded suspicions. It was a man in a military outfit standing in front of a light brown house beaming broadly. The same blue eyes as his son. The same blue eyes as her brother. It was Matt's father, killed in the First Gulf War like her brother. The horrifying fact was that Matt's father WAS her brother.

Sabrina felt like she was going to throw up as the bile reached her throat. It was bad enough that she had fallen in love with him, but to know, without a doubt that she had committed incest with her own nephew was beyond shocking!



No Worries Ch. 02



 This story is dedicated to my brother. All events are fictional and all characters are over the age of eighteen.

I want to thank my editor, BrettJ for his support of my writing and for being a wonderful friend. 

*

Matt listened to his stomach rumbling as he walked into the bathroom naked. She had suggested pizza, his one "can't pass up" comfort food. In the last seventeen hours he had found that they shared a lot in common, including pepperoni pizza. Now he could add to that list of commonalities, passion. He had known without a doubt that Sabrina would be a fiery lover even if her more-than-ladylike behavior outwardly told people she was prim and proper. She would never be the aggressor in a relationship, but it didn't matter to him. She had responded to his touch and his kisses with all the explosive power of Hawaii's volcanoes. 

He wet the washcloth and cleaned himself of their sticky juices. He had thought about a shower, suggesting that she join him, but decided he would suggest that at a later time. Perhaps after the next time they made love. Matt had no doubt in his mind that they would. Sabrina would be in his life. He wouldn't have to work very hard to convince her either. His smiled broadened as he looked at himself in the bathroom mirror. His short light brown hair was tousled from her fingers. He recalled her fingernails digging into his scalp as he had licked her pussy to orgasm. His cock swelled slightly at the memory. It wouldn't take him long to get hard again with her. Perhaps they could experiment with different lovemaking positions after dinner. His stomach rumbled again reminding him that it had been over eight hours since their dinner in LA.

He let the warm water run again over the washcloth as he prepared to clean her, touching her intimately again. Matt's erection was now nearly full at the thought and his mind raced to think if they had enough time for a quickie before the pizza arrived. He walked out of the bathroom, past the sitting area with the sofa and towards the bed. She was sitting on the side of the bed, near the phone. She had his wallet in her hand. Not a strange thing since he had told her to look in it for money for the pizza delivery. But she did have a strange look on her face... one of grief and horror. Could she regret their lovemaking? Matt's heart raced. It was true they had barely met that morning, but the connection between them had been strong from the start. He knew she had felt desire for him hours before they had ended up making love. Why did she look at him that way then? He sat next to her on the bed and she scooted away from him, closer to the headboard though the end table prevented her from going too far away from him.

"What is it, love?" He reached out to caress her hair and she turned away.

"Don't touch me. Please don't touch me, Matt." Her whisper was almost a sob. 

Matt's guard was instantly up. He had done something to offend her, but what? His mind raced, but he couldn't think of anything that would cause her to shy away from him. Then he recalled that she had his wallet in her hands. Perhaps she hadn't realized that he was only twenty-six. He knew she was older, in her thirties, but they had never actually discussed the age difference between them. Even if she was thirty-six, did ten years make a big difference to her? He knew without a doubt that he was in love with her. Age shouldn't matter to the woman he loved. Even though the exact words had never escaped either of their lips, he was pretty certain she had some strong feelings for him as well or they wouldn't have made love.

"What is it?" he asked again. "My age? Listen I know you are a few years older, but it doesn't matter. Sabrina, I care for you a lot and I think you care for me too."

She was shaking her head back and forth, silent tears now streaming down her cheeks. "It's not that. Although nearly twelve years is significant."

"Then tell me," he persuaded as he tried to move closer to her again, but she jumped up from the bed and moved far away from him to the other side of the room.

Sabrina still couldn't believe the shock. She couldn't even say the words to him. She felt nasty and dirty and oh so horrible. How could she have not seen the signs? Matt looked so much like Steven: his crystal blue eyes, his flippant use of the phrase "no worries" which had always sounded more like a caress ... from both of them. She couldn't speak at all as she dug in her purse for the one picture of her brother that she had carried with her always. It was the last time she had seen him, in the airport. His arm was laid casually across her shoulder as he smiled into the camera. But her face was in profile as she looked up adoringly at her big brother. She took the picture out of her wallet and then brought it to him. She still couldn't talk.

Matt looked at the picture that she showed him. A man in a military uniform was hugging her. "Yes? Is this your brother?" She nodded. And suddenly he put two and two together... and came up with five. He thought she was distressed because she had found the picture of his dad in his wallet. Both men were dressed in military uniforms ready to head off to war. It must have brought back painful memories for her. He stood up and wrapped her in his arms. She didn't struggle away this time. "I'm sorry, love. Seeing my dad must have brought back painful memories of your brother."

Sabrina's heart broke in two. Matt didn't notice the two men were one in the same. "No, Matt." She did free herself from his embrace at that time. "Your father... my brother. Take a good look at the pictures. They are the same man."

Matt was stunned. He looked at the pictures and couldn't deny there was a striking resemblance, but his mind wouldn't permit him to think of them actually BEING the same man. "They look alike yes, which is probably why you were so startled that I looked like your brother."

Sabrina walked over to the couch and sat as he stood by the bed. Gaining some strength in her voice, but from where she didn't know as she knew she was about to cry buckets of tears, she spoke. "My name is Sabrina McKenzie." She heard the hiss of his breath. "My brother was Steven Matthew McKenzie. You are James Matthew McKenzie. I am your Aunt Bree."

He listened to her words, but couldn't believe. But there it was in living color. The pictures, one in his wallet, one in hers, were of the same man with crystal blue eyes. One had been taken on the steps of his home in Seattle at the time, the other taken later at the airport. Matt sat down with a hard thump on the edge of the bed: the bed where he had been moments before making love to the woman of his dreams. He had fallen in love with his own Aunt.

He had never met his Aunt or his father's parents. His mother had a strained relationship with his father's family and even though his father would make plans to go and visit, his mother was insistent that something else was always more important than visiting hers. Matt was too young to remember all the times that she had refused to go, but he did recall his father's final words to him about his sister.

They were standing in the living room of their house in Seattle, the fourth home in his short seven-year lifespan. "You are the man of the house now, son." Matt had only nodded. "You need to take care of your mother and your sister while I'm away. And Bree. Your Aunt Bree." Matt recalled his father pressing the picture of his younger sister into the tiny hands of his son. It was as if Steven McKenzie knew that he wasn't coming home and he knew that his little sister needed protection. "Love her and protect her as I wasn't able to." Matt didn't understand his father's words at the time, but had always kept the picture. He had his wallet in his hands now and flipped to the one picture Sabrina hadn't seen. She was dressed in a light blue gown with a pretty blue ribbon in her auburn curls. It was her first Homecoming and she had only been fourteen. The letter tucked behind the picture had also found its way into Matt's possession though his mother never knew.

"My darling brother, it was the most magical night of my life. My very first dance and Lance kissed me! He is so handsome Steven and I know you would like him. He's on the wrestling team, just like you were. He's not as handsome as you are though, big brother. Here is a picture of me that Mom took before she drove us to the dance. Don't I look pretty? I miss you so much sometimes it hurts. But I always remember to lift my chin and say to myself 'no worries'. I love you very very very much! Forever yours, Bree"

Matt looked up to see his aunt still sitting on the sofa in the sitting area. He didn't realize that so much time had passed as he heard a knock on the door and knew it was their supper. He paid the man and took the steamy box and set it on the counter. "You need to eat, Bree."

"That's AUNT Bree to you," she stressed remaining seated on the sofa.

Matt ran his fingers through his hair and sighed. This did create somewhat of a problem. Incest: it was totally wrong in society's eyes. He had never been in a situation like this where he had been physically attracted to a member of his family. He glanced over at Sabrina who was sitting with her hands in her lap staring straight ahead, her mind whirling he knew. No one in his family looked as gorgeous as she did to him. He had fallen in love with her even before he knew they were related. He had fallen in love with the woman named Sabrina McKenzie, not his AUNT, though they were one and the same person. Her charming personality had knocked his socks off from Atlanta on. Her beautiful face, sparkling blue eyes and cascading auburn curls had enticed him. He recalled the passion she had displayed as she had writhed beneath him in pleasure. There was no getting over the fact that he was indeed head over heels in love with a member of his family. He would be committing incest. Society be damned! He loved her, desired her and wanted her in his life. If she was willing, as she had been an hour before their identities came to light, they could make their relationship work. He didn't doubt it. He could overcome the fact that they were blood related. The question was, could she?

Sabrina's mind was indeed whirling at the events of the past hour as she sat looking at the landscape painting on the wall. She reflected upon the two palm trees sitting on the island, out in the ocean. The forefront of the picture was of a white sandy beach. The two trees looked so very lonely out in the middle of nowhere and yet, they had each other to keep them company. The island was small, no room for any other tree to grow there, but a perfect retreat for someone to sit beneath their shade and reflect on life. Oh how she wished she were there now, away from Matt and the troublesome thoughts that he aroused in her. Lust was just the beginning of her tumulus thoughts. 

She had thought him a good-looking man from the very beginning, she reflected, and as she got to know him throughout the last eighteen hours, she had realized his wit and charm were also in the package that was Matt McKenzie. But this man was indeed the offspring of her brother. He was her flesh and blood... kin. Even though she had fallen in love with the man, she could not think of touching him without thinking of her brother. 

She smelled the aroma of the pizza and heard her stomach grumble. She walked over and grabbed a slice out of the box, still not looking at Matt. She couldn't bear to look at him, knowing now that she would definitely see Steven in his eyes. She heard him sigh. She didn't know if it was a sigh of relief that she was eating, or a sigh of discontentment that she wouldn't look at him. She took her pizza and sat back down on the sofa. 

The silence was deafening. Matt wondered what she was thinking about. "Sabrina, we need to talk about this."

She sat for just a moment contemplating her answer. She finished chewing and said, "You're right. We have a lot to catch up on. How are your mom and Jennifer? You know I haven't seen pictures of you or your sister since your dad died."

"Don't be like this," he started.

"Like what? Family?" she responded scornfully. "Because like it or not, Matt, we are. Beyond anything else that is the tie that binds the strongest."

"What about us? Before we knew each other's last name, I pleasured you and you pleasured me. We made love to each other, dammit! Doesn't that mean anything to you?"

"A moment of weakness," she said quietly. "Lust. It cannot, it will not, happen again."

"Weakness?" he laughed incredulously. "Oh no, Sabrina. The power of your passion is definitely not weak. What if I want it to happen again?" he asked softly.

She finally looked at him then. "It can't. My God, Matt, you know it can't. I am your father's sister, for God's sake! Your aunt! In some circles, including your maternal grandmother's ancestry it makes me close, IMMEDIATE family!"

"Before you knew about our relationship, did you care for me? Or were you just going to make this a fling?" His voice raised a notch and sounded stressed. "What would have happened after Sydney? Were you just going to fly on home to Baltimore and reminisce on a great sexual experience and just call it at that? Or maybe it wasn't even great. Maybe you just thought I was a mediocre lover."

"You know that's not true," she spoke halfway through his rant. "You KNOW that's not true, Matt!" He was silent for a while so she continued after his outburst. "I did have visions, dreams of seeing you again. Meeting you in New York. You come down to Baltimore. If it would have progressed into a true romantic relationship, I can't say, but I was hoping for more than just this weekend with you, yes." She was getting bolder as she spoke. "And if you think for a moment that I was not pleased by your lovemaking... beyond pleased... then you really didn't read my body's reactions as well as I thought you might have."

He sat down next to her on the sofa and she started to move away, but he wrapped his arms around her. "Don't go, Sabrina. Please don't shy away from me!"

She looked into his eyes, the same crystal blue eyes her brother had always looked at her with. Suddenly she saw the same love and devotion and protection that Steven had always shown her. "My God!" she whispered. "You're in love with me!"

Matt didn't deny it. "Yes, I am. I fell in love with you hours ago, probably somewhere over the Rockies. That didn't change when I found out we were related."

"You cannot be in love with your aunt! Not romantic love! It's not right!" Liar! Her mind screamed. You are in love with your nephew! No, she had been in love with him, before she knew who he really was. Now that she knew, it wasn't right. They could never have the kind of relationship that every woman dreams about... her knight in shining armor... simply BECAUSE they were related. No... more because she felt she would be betraying Steven. "I think you need to go. You need to find another place to sleep tonight." 

"I'm not going anywhere," he replied. "I won't force you to sleep next to me although it pains my heart. I will sleep here on the couch." He released his hold on her. "I won't touch you, if that's what you really want."

At the loss of his arms around her, Sabrina felt dejected. She had for a moment felt safe within his arms. She had felt loved and protected, just as she had always felt with Steven. 

She fell asleep, but tossed and turned as her subconscious relived her last few hours with Steven. She knew he'd been called to duty in Iraq and was scared for him, but she was so thrilled when he would make the layover in Denver longer, just to see her. 

She was living in her own apartment near the college. It was meager, but just perfect for a college student. She threw open the door and greeted him with a huge hug before ushering him inside, urging him to sit and relax while she fixed him dinner. They hadn't seen each other in eight years, due to Michelle's interference. As she cooked for him they caught up on each other's lives.

"How's school?" he asked.

"Fine. I should graduate on time in two more years. How are the kids?"

"Growing like weeds," he laughed. "I brought pictures with me." Bree took the pictures from him and looked at the nephew and niece she had never met. Matt was seven, almost eight and Jenny was nearly five. 

"Matt looks just like you." Bree cupped her brother's face in her hand. He nuzzled into it as if aching for her touch more. "And Jenny looks like Michelle," she added. 

Steven nodded and then made an announcement. "Michelle and I are getting a divorce. We've been sleeping in separate rooms for over a year now, but I haven't left because of the kids."

"Oh, Steven!" Sabrina didn't know whether to be excited or sad for her brother. He had never really been happy with Michelle and had only married her because she'd gotten pregnant. "It's a good thing though, don't you think?"

He nodded. "The kids are the only good things that came out of my marriage. It's been really hard to live with her, Bree."

Sabrina came to sit down beside him on the couch and hugged him tight again. "You know I never liked her, but can't you work things out... for the kids?"

Steven shook his head. "The problem is Bree... is that I'm in love with someone else."

A flash of jealousy coursed through her, but it was quickly submerged by happiness for her brother. "Oh Steven! That's wonderful! How long have you been seeing her? Does Michelle know? Are you two going to get married when you get back?"

Steven took his sister's hands in his own and said, "I haven't seen her in... a very long time, but I've known her forever it seems. Yes, Michelle knows. It's complicated, Bree."

"Complicated? Is she in love with you?"

"I... I am not certain of her feelings, but I know she cares for me a lot."

"Then you will just have to win her love with your charm. You've always been able to charm the ladies. And if you weren't my brother I'd be in love with you too."

"Would you?" He half smiled.

"Oh Steven! You know I've always admired and loved you. You always protected me and whenever I was with you I felt that nothing else mattered... that you would always take care of me. Any woman would be happy to have that kind of love and devotion from you."

Steven didn't say anything at all as he looked into his sister's eyes. He leaned closer to her and kissed her gently on the lips. "Do you love me, Bree?" he asked then. She nodded. "How much?"

"More than there are stars in the universe," she breathed. Their lips were still so close and she could feel the heat from his body penetrating to her. She suddenly wanted to kiss him again very badly. She didn't remember feeling any guilt about kissing him... knowing he was her brother.

"Sabrina... my beautiful girl." He put his forehead against hers and whispered, "It's you."

She nodded and said, "Yes, it's me."

"You don't understand. How can I make you understand? "He was stroking the side of her cheek with his thumb. The sensation made her tingle all over. "It's always been you. Ever since the day you came to live... ever since you were born... I have loved you and wanted to protect you. I always felt we should belong to each other. Sabrina... you are the woman I am in love with.... I always have been... for the past twenty years."

"Oh Steven!" she sighed heavily. The man she had grown up admiring and worshiping had just told her he loved her. Not just loved her, but that he is IN love with her. Romantic love... not familial. "Do you know I dreamt as a little girl that I would grow up to marry you?"

"Did you?" he smiled again. "I told myself that I would never tell you how I felt. It is wrong for me to be in love with my own sister. But I can't help it. I'm leaving in the morning for Iraq and don't know if... when I will be back. I needed to tell you." She nodded as tears started to flow down her cheeks. "Oh please don't cry baby," he said softly.




No Worries Ch. 02



"Steven... even though you are my brother, you are the most wonderful, sensitive, romantic man in the whole wide world. I want to be with you forever."

He kissed her more passionately and slipped his tongue into her mouth. His hands caressed her head and her back. He nuzzled her neck and bit gently as she moaned with desire. She couldn't believe this was happening. Her own brother, whom she'd loved forever, wanted her. He wanted her as a man wants his woman. 

Steven swept her into his arms and carried her into the bedroom and placed her gently on the bed. "I want to make love to you Sabrina. I want to make you mine forever and ever. Do you want me, Bree? Do you love me as much as I love you?"

"Oh God yes, Steven. Make me yours. You will be my first and only love."

He knew then that she was a virgin. He would be making love to his virginal sister. He wanted to show her how much he loved her and would be gentle with her. He undressed her slowly, taking off her sweater and then her jeans, leaving her clad in her panties and bra. Her breasts swelled with each breath in anticipation. "My God you're more beautiful than I imagined." He lay down beside her and kissed her neck and chest as he unhooked her bra. Her breasts sprang free when he loosed the material completely and threw the bra to the floor. He took one nipple in his mouth and suckled gently... lovingly... as the other was caressed by his thumb and forefinger.

Sabrina moaned beside him and arched her back. She pressed her fingers into his hair, pulling him closer to her ever-tightening nipples. "Touch me... please touch me," she whispered.

He knew what she wanted and reached his hand down to cup her mound through her panties. Sabrina moaned again. He slipped his hand into her bikini briefs and touched the auburn curls lightly. "I want to see you," he said quietly. "All of you." He stood up and slid her panties from her thighs and down her legs. She smelled so sweet and he longed to taste her. As she kicked the panties from around her ankles, Steven brought his tongue to her young clit. She tasted like heaven... exactly as he'd known she would.

"Oh god, Steven! Yes! That feels so good." Her breaths were becoming more shallow and she screamed out again as he slipped one and then two fingers inside her. Her hips arched up off of the bed and she fucked his hand.

"Bree... baby... I can't wait. I need you." She nodded and he got undressed quickly. He positioned his cock over her hole and whispered, "I don't want to hurt you."

Even as he entered her slowly it didn't hurt. She felt full... full of him, but it didn't hurt. Until all of a sudden he slammed home and a sharp pain ripped throughout her body. "No... no... no!" she cried. He lay still on top of her, allowing her body to grow used to him and then he slowly started moving.

"Do you want me to stop, Bree?" She shook her head. The pain was easing quickly and being replaced by a pleasure she'd never felt before. His cock sliding in and out of her felt so perfect... so natural... so right. He was made to be inside of her and she was made to wrap around him. They had been made for each other. As Steven thrust into her again and again, she felt more and more like she was climbing towards the heavens. As he screamed her name and said, "Oh baby, I'm coming," she finally reached nirvana and touched the stars.

Dinner had been forgotten and they made love three more times that night, each as gentle as the first time, but still building with passion. Sabrina had no doubts in the world that she had found the man of her dreams and was amazed that he'd been in her life for so long and she'd never realized it.

As she drove him to the airport the next morning, Sabrina had never been happier in her life. They had made vows to each other last night. They would move to a small town, an hour outside of Seattle and live as man and wife. He would still be able to see his children every other weekend and she would use her middle name, Leanne, in hopes that Michelle would never find out the truth. 

As he was about to board the plane, he kissed her passionately again and they both started crying. "I'll be home soon, love. No worries." Sabrina had seen another couple close to them saying goodbye and asked the woman to take a picture of them. Steven posed with his arm around her as she looked up at him with adoring eyes. He kissed her quickly again and disappeared down the ramp.

Six days later he was dead.

She moved home to be with her grief-stricken parents and saw her father waste away. He was devastated by the death of his only son. A year later, she and her mother placed him in the ground next to Steven. Less than a month after that her mother had to be institutionalized. 

Her grief at losing not only her brother, but also her soul-mate, could only be released and controlled when she started therapy. It was through the therapy sessions that Richard, her psychologist, had convinced her that what Steven had done was wrong and illegal and she had felt ashamed that she had given in to passion with her own flesh and blood. She hid the dark memories away, deep in the recesses of her mind. She married Richard two years to the day after Steven had been killed. They moved to Baltimore but were divorced three years later.

"No... no...no," she cried out. The pain of loving and losing Steven was returning all over again.

"Shhhh.... Baby.... I'm here. No worries, love, I'm here."

"Oh Steven! I thought I'd lost you forever!" She clung tight to him and cried until her tears were dry and her sobs were tiny hiccups. It was then that she looked up into his face and realized it wasn't Steven, but Matt instead. She tried to pull away, but he held her tight.

"Sabrina, please... please don't pull away," he begged her.

"Matt," she sighed. "I can't love you... I just can't." He still held her tight until she said she had to use the bathroom.

She stayed in the bathroom a very long time and finally came out when she'd heard the front door open and close. Matt had left. His suitcase was gone and she was alone. She'd never felt more alone in her life, but knew it was better this way.

* * * 

Matt felt helpless. He knew Sabrina was reliving Steven's death all over again, but she wouldn't let him console her. She only saw him as a sick, twisted pervert who'd fallen in love with her... his aunt. She needed time alone. They both did.

He packed up his suitcase, got dressed and went down to the lobby where he sat at a table alone eating the complimentary continental breakfast. He picked up his cell phone and hit "3" for the speed dial to the one person he knew he could talk to. 

"Hi Jen, it's me.... Yeah I'm in Honolulu.... No, won't be home for a few more days. Something has come up.... You'll never guess who I met on the plane out of Baltimore.... Dad's sister, Sabrina... Yes, really.... I'm flying to Sydney with her for a few days... Why? I'm not sure Jen. I need to be with her right now. Something has happened and neither of us can be alone right now.... Yeah, it's about dad, but more complicated.... I'll talk to you when I get back on Kauai.... Yeah.... And Jen? Don't tell mom.... Love you too. Bye."

He watched her from afar, longing to be near her again, but knowing he couldn't. He saw her come down from the room, check out and take the shuttle to the airport. He would be on the same plane, but due to his last minute booking he knew it was unlikely that they would be sitting together. He needed to figure out a way to talk to her... convince her that what he had felt for her... what he still felt... and what she felt ... feels... for him is not wrong, but magical and wonderful ... and in his eyes meant to be.

When he took the next shuttle fifteen minutes later he had decided he would proceed with his business plan and try to schedule a meeting with Anderson and Associates and in the meantime follow Sabrina and keep her safe. He'd be staying in the same hotel as she was and he couldn't watch her 24/7 but he wanted to keep his promise to his dad... to keep Bree safe.

He followed her through the airport security, about a dozen or so passengers between them, and then to the gate. She sat down, took out her book, the same one she'd been reading when they met and began to read. She was acting like nothing was wrong. Like their one night of incredible passion didn't mean anything to her. Matt was starting to get furious when he noticed something. She hadn't turned a page in the book for nearly five minutes and even from a distance he saw tears on her cheeks. It took every ounce of self-control that he had not to rush over to her. He saw an elderly woman hand her a handkerchief and sit down next to her.

"There, there, dear... no man is worth crying over."

Sabrina looked at the embroidered piece of linen, then at the woman and tried to smile. "How do you know I am crying about a man?" She tried to laugh, but the pain was too great.

"The look in your eyes... a longing. You are wanting to be with him right now."

Sabrina nodded. "But I can't."

"Love is a powerful thing, dear," the old woman took Sabrina's hand in her own. The withered thin fingers were caressing Sabrina's knuckles. "You are in love with him." Sabrina nodded again. "Is he in love with you?"

"Oh yes I think he is." Her reply was a half-laugh and half-sob.

"Then I don't see the problem."

"It's complicated," Sabrina sighed. "We can't be together. He's... much younger."

"So? My Ari was 10 years younger than me. Gave me three beautiful girls and 42 wonderful years before he passed on."

Sabrina sighed. It wasn't Matt's age of course but his relation to her, but she couldn't tell this woman that. 

"So what is so complicated? He in jail or something now?"

Sabrina laughed at the absurdity. In the short time she had known him; she knew that Matt was the most honest, law-abiding person she'd ever met. With the exception of her.

"No, but you're closer to the truth."

"I'm no judge and jury. God's gonna do that. But one thing I do know is that God is pure love and when two people are in love and should be together, nothing else matters... and I do mean nothing." The old woman stressed the last word and squeezed Sabrina's fingers.

"Even if being together breaks the law?" Sabrina asked quietly.

The old woman was silent for a moment, but then nodded her head as if she understood. "Silly thing about laws. Some are made to protect us. Some are made just to keep the self-righteous busy butting their noses into other people's lives. A person should make their own moral laws and stick to them."

"But in everyone's eyes it's wrong." Sabrina's voice was barely a whisper, but apparently the old woman had excellent hearing.

"Everyone? Who's everyone? Who lives your life but you? I'll tell you what's wrong. Seeing you here crying your eyes out over a young man who is obviously very close to you... perhaps even as close as a family member might be... when it's plain as day you love him."

Sabrina looked into the woman's gray eyes... so full of wisdom. This woman understood, and she wasn't judging Sabrina in the least. Not all of society would be so forgiving, but this woman was. "Was your Ari... close to you?" Sabrina asked.

"My dear sweet brother Ari," the woman answered very softly. "I loved him with every breath I had... still do." Her gray eyes, wrinkled at the corners with years of smiles and laughter, were beginning to mist over. The old woman looked over Sabrina's shoulder and smiled as if picturing her long lost love in her mind.

"Thank you..." Sabrina started but realized the woman had never given her name.

"I'm Kalli. Kallipygos. Our parents were historians of ancient cultures." 

"Thank you Kalli," Sabrina gathered the old woman into her arms and hugged her tight. "I will find him and tell him."

"Do it soon," Kalli said. "You will both be happier for a much longer time."

Sabrina nodded and looked around the airport terminal. She saw him leaning against a wall, his arms folded in front of his broad chest. He wasn't smiling, but when their eyes locked he looked hopeful. Without warning, Sabrina flew out of her chair and rushed into his arms. They kissed passionately without a care as to who was watching them.

Kalli smiled as she watched them. "Another one, Ari... we brought another couple together," she whispered.

In her mind she heard him answer.  Indeed we did my goddess. 

* * *

Matt had arranged to switch seats with the woman who was assigned next to Sabrina on the flight to Sydney. They spent the entire trip holding hands but not speaking too much. There would be time later for them to talk. Right now they were content to just BE with each other.

When they finally checked into the hotel in Sydney it was nearly five in the morning according to their internal clocks, but early evening in the capital city of Australia. It had been two emotionally exhausting days for them both. They wanted to just sleep together... naked bodies pressed close to one another... and not worry about the world outside.

Matt checked his voice mail before joining his beloved in bed. It was still the businessman in him to do so.

"Matthew McKenzie!" He groaned internally as he heard his mother's voice. "Where the hell are you and why are you with that slut?"

*

 Thank you for reading my story. Please vote and leave comments. I always enjoy hearing what others think of my work. This is not the end of the story for Matt and Sabrina. There will be more chapters. I hope you will continue to encourage these lovers to fight for their right to be together by reading the subsequent chapters when I post them. 



No Worries Ch. 03



This story is dedicated to my brother. All events are fictional and all characters are over the age of eighteen.

Thank you to all the readers who have emailed me about this story and for your support. I am glad that Matt and Sabrina's story has touched you in some way. A writer lives for encouraging words from his/her readers :-) 

I want to give special thanks to my editor, honeywldcat.





Matt firmly pushed the thoughts of his mother's hurtful words far into the recesses of his mind, wanting only to concentrate on the love of his life. He watched her undress, slowly, methodically, almost seductively. If he hadn't known she was dead tired he would have thought she enticed him on purpose. He saw her slip into the coolness of the sheets and relax on her back with her right arm above her head making her right breast peak from beneath the sheet. 

She opened one eye and looked at him. "What are you waiting for? An invitation?" She winked at him and he undressed quickly and slid into the sheets next to her, their naked flesh barely touching.

Matt rolled onto his side and let his right hand gently caress her face. Her eyes were closed and she was smiling, but he could tell she wasn't asleep yet. "You are so beautiful," he whispered softly. He wanted to memorize every inch of her. His fingertips brushed her forehead and then her cheeks. His index finger traced the curvature of her ear and her neck. Sabrina moaned slightly as he brushed lightly there.

Matt couldn't resist any longer and set his lips in motion in place of his fingers. He loved the taste of her skin. As he kissed her neck, she arched her throat back, giving him better access. He worked his way to her peaked breast, the nipple already pebbly hard. Matt took it between his lips and Sabrina moaned. He rolled her left nipple between his thumb and forefinger while his tongue lapped at her right nipple.

He took his mouth away briefly and looked at her face. She was an angel: erotically beautiful even with her gorgeous blue eyes closed. "I know you're tired, Bree," he started to say and then her eyes flew open.

"Don't stop," she panted. "Don't you dare stop, Matthew McKenzie." It was a command from his lover that he wouldn't disobey and he chuckled slightly as he set his lips to her breast again.

Matt loved the sensation of her budding nipple within his mouth and as his tongue and teeth caressed it her heard her moan once again. His right hand traveled softly along her stomach and towards her mound. He could only imagine how wet she was for him. He found the soft ball of curls above her hood and felt their dampness. As he slid his fingers along her slit, she moaned. She was very wet and ready for him. He trailed a stream of kisses down her body towards her feminine core. Her essence was intoxicating. As she ran her fingers through his dark hair, pushing him towards her center, he inhaled deeply before he teasingly licked. Her sharp intake of breath told him that she was enjoying his ministrations. 

His nose found her clit and rubbed lightly there while his tongue delved into her wetness. He could dine off of her pussy forever, never eating another bite of solid food, and be blissfully happy and satisfied. Sabrina moaned and panted in unison to his licks and sucks. He couldn't get enough of her. Matt wanted to make love to this beautiful woman every day for the rest of his life. His goal in life was no longer concentrated on getting the big promotion at work. His lifelong ambition now was to please and take care of Sabrina. He wanted to fill her with his seed, feel their babies grow inside of her. He wanted nothing more than to see their baby suckle on his lover's beautiful breast.

She orgasmed loudly as his mouth was flooded with her juices. He consumed every drop until her clit was too sensitive to touch. He kissed his way back up her stomach and to her lips where she could taste herself on his lips and tongue. She kissed him greedily as he sank his rock hard cock into her glistening core. He brought her to a crescendo again with his thrusting as she clamped her vaginal walls around his throbbing member in ecstasy; he filled her with his life-giving seed, praying that she would conceive his child.

Matt woke up and realized he was still inside of her though he had slipped most of his weight off her torso. "I love you, Sabrina," he whispered as he slowly started to withdraw.

"If you love me then you'd better keep that stiff cock of yours inside me," she hazily replied.

He chuckled lightly, shifted position just a bit so he was more on the bed and not weighting her down and fell asleep again, connected in the most intimate of ways to the love of his life.

Real life intruded in the morning as he felt Sabrina disentangle their bodies and head for the shower. He very much wanted to join her, soaping her body, washing her intimately, but his body was weak and he didn't move. He next felt the brush of her lips against his and then heard the hotel door opening and closing. It occurred to him that she was on her was to her business meeting and yet he didn't even know what she did for a living. It didn't matter. He would spend the rest of their lives together getting to know everything about her.

Matt rolled onto his side and looked at the vacant side of the bed. She'd been gone only a few minutes and yet he felt a void without her. He showered, shaved and dressed and then took a short walk down to the trade district. He loved Sydney and how everything was in fairly close vicinity to the main harbor.

As he window shopped he was still thinking of how much he longed to know Sabrina better. What was her favorite color? Her favorite flower? Did she collect any trinkets? Did she wear more gold or more silver jewelry? His last thought occurred in front of a window display at a jeweler where a cascading teardrop set of earrings and a necklace caught his eye. Each earring and the necklace had three teardrop diamonds hanging vertically. The middle one was slightly larger than the top one and the bottom one was ever larger than the other two. Past, Present and Future, read the advertised sign.

As he was contemplating the purchase of this glorious set for Sabrina, his phone rang. His mind hadn't processed the thought that he and Sabrina had never exchanged phone numbers when he answered the call without looking at the caller ID. "Good morning! I was just thinking about you," he said cheerily.

"Were you now? How nice of a son to think about his mother."

Matt's smile faded instantly as he heard the sarcasm in his mother's voice. "Of course, Mother," he lied. "I got your message late last night."

"Is she with you?" his mother demanded.

"No." Truth.

"Where is she?"

"I don't know." Truth again.

"Well it's good you're not seeing her again."

"I didn't say that, Mother."

"What?!" Matt had to take the phone away from his ear as her shrieking nearly pierced his eardrum. "That hussy was never anything but problems for our family! I cannot believe you are going to see her again!"

"Damn right I am, Mother." Matt was angry for the first time in his life. He knew his mother was a strong-willed person but he never believed she could be so judgmental and bitchy.

"Think of me!" she shrieked again. "That woman has caused me pain my entire adult life. Me! Your own mother should be more important to you than your father's sister."

He sighed, knowing his mother was on the verge of hysterical tears. "What did she do to you, Mother?" He could hear her sobbing now. She couldn't speak any longer as the loud cries and wails filled his ear. "Mother, I'll be home the day after tomorrow. We can talk then." 

"Okay," she said softly and then hiccupped. "But, Matt, please don't see her. She's nothing but trouble for our family."

"I can't promise you that, Mother. I won't. Sabrina McKenzie is in my life for good."

His mother's voice was low and serious as she stated, "It's her or me, Matthew." Then he heard the click of disconnection.

Her, his mind made the swift decision before he marched into the jewelry store.

* * *

He was waiting in the hotel lobby for Sabrina when she returned from her meeting. She saw him and flew into his arms planting kisses on his cheeks, his chin and his mouth.

He laughed at her exuberance. "The meeting went well?" She nodded as her fingers laced behind his neck and she looked into his eyes. "Well then, we need to celebrate. I want to take you sight-seeing, remember? Wine you and dine you?" He winked and she giggled, nodding in agreement again.

"I need to change clothes first," she said. She wore a conservative dark navy skirt with a matching blazer. Her silvery top shimmered beneath the coat. Her auburn curls were pulled away from her face, fastened with two jewel-studded combs. In his mind he was glad he'd purchased silver as it looked very becoming on her.

They rode the elevator in silence, holding hands. Even in the hallway to their room they were both quiet with their own thoughts. As soon as Matt opened the door with the key card and they were inside, Sabrina pinned him against the door, stretched on her tip toes and kissed him passionately.

"I need you," she whispered. "NOW!"

He lifted her skirt and tore away her soaking wet panties while she unfastened his belt and unzipped his pants. Sabrina had barely gotten his slacks over his hips when his rock hard cock filled her in one deep thrust. They moaned in unison at the perfect sensation of their joining. It was hurried and frantic and messy, but their passion for one another was out of control. Sabrina orgasmed with a cry as Matt's sticky seed of life flowed into her body during his own grunt of release.

"You are mine forever, Bree," he whispered into her hair as they relaxed against the wall regaining their strength. Sheer willpower kept them standing.

His words echoed in her brain. You are mine. Sabrina had never felt more loved. The joy inside of her was squeezing her heart like a vise. She felt she would burst apart with happiness at any moment. No man – not Steven nor her ex-husband – had ever made her feel so alive. They finished undressing each other slowly with soft, languid kisses. Soon, their sweat-covered bodies were touching flesh to flesh. Sabrina took his hand, kissed his knuckles then led him into the bathroom. 

Matt realized his fantasy of showering with her was about to come true. She turned on the water, adjusted the temperature, and stepped into the hot cascading water. Matt followed and kissed her softly as the water pelted her head. He realized as he gazed upon her lovely nude body that no words were needed between them. They had a sixth sense with each other and knew instinctively how to act, what to do – all without words.

Sabrina took her yellow fluffy shower poof and poured some of his Axe body wash onto it. She squeezed the poof allowing the lather to build and began to wash his skin. Her right hand held the poof and caressed him lovingly as her left hand followed the path of her right, rubbing the soap onto his skin. She felt his muscles, taut with anticipation beneath her left fingertips. She was trying to memorize every inch of his body.

She turned him around to wash his back and tight buttocks before, with a slight pressure of her left hand on his left shoulder, he knew to face her again. His chest and shoulders were broad. His long muscled arms were faintly dusted with dark hair. His chest had no hair where his nipples were and she gave each one a flick with her tongue before soaping them. Matt closed his eyes and allowed his body to relax to her ministrations. The soapy poof followed the thin trail of hair from his breastbone down to his stomach where it spread out in fine tight dark curls at his groin. But she didn't wash his cock just then. She leaned down to soap his firm thighs and then got down on her knees as she washed his calves and feet.

"You missed a spot," he panted.

"In time, my love." Her voice was husky with desire.

My love. Her words echoed over and over in his brain as he felt her bringing the lathered poof back up his legs, behind his knees and then he felt her lips kiss the head of his cock. It twitched and she brought her left hand up to steady it at the base. Gently scratching his balls with her pinky fingernail, the other fingers wrapped around his shaft.

She took him slowly, excruciatingly slowly into her mouth as her tongue swirled down around his shaft. He felt his cock slide down into her throat and was amazed. No woman had ever been able to deep throat him. His cock was average length, but his girth was thick. Other women complain he hurt their pretty little mouths by stretching them so wide. Sabrina didn't complain at all and Matt opened his eyes to see the love of his life bobbing her head up and down on his shaft as her hands massaged his balls. He nearly came right then. The sight of her was so incredibly erotic.

The speed of her sucking and licking increased and Matt tried to pull out. He didn't want to cum in her mouth. He wanted to flood her sweet pussy with his seed. He wanted to impregnate her. He wanted Sabrina to have his children. He was only twenty-six, but knew he was ready to settle down. He'd finally found the woman of his dreams and wanted a family with her.

She kept him firmly in her mouth with muffled cries until she finally released his cock from her mouth with a pop. "I want to see just how virile my nephew is," she huskily explained. "I want you to cum in my mouth and then you will get hard again and you will fuck my pussy." She then enveloped him again, swirling her tongue around his cock like an ice cream cone.

The mention of their relationship caught him off-guard. He had forgotten entirely about their being blood related. Sabrina was simply the love of his life, the joy of his heart. The woman of his dreams. As he looked down at her his thought was, I am fucking my aunt's mouth! And soon I will be fucking my aunt's tight pussy! The incestuous images turned him on ever more than he thought possible and he came with a roar, flooding his seed in her mouth, squirt after squirt after squirt.

Sabrina swallowed every last drop of his salty, bittersweet cum and then stood up. She kissed him softly before handing him the poof saying, "My turn."

He soaped her body, just as she had his and to his surprise and delight his cock was ready again to thrust into her tight cunt when she was completely covered in lather. She bent at the waist with her back towards him as she braced her hands on the tiled walls. Matt fucked her silly as her cries of pleasure echoed within the shower stall.

They dried each other with playful light kisses and licks, knowing if they made love again they might never see the sights of Sydney. Matt took her to lunch at his favorite restaurant on the harbor, complete with a view of the Opera House. Sabrina had mentioned she would have liked to gone to an opera, just to experience it once. Matt was enamored all over again. Every time she opened her pretty mouth and he learned something new about her, he fell more deeply in love.

They went window shopping after lunch and stopped in to the art museum. Sabrina was entranced by one particular statue. It was Ares holding Aphrodite in an intimate pose with her back against his chest, arms wrapped tight around one another. Matt noticed Sabrina's interest in the statue and put his arms around her, mimicking the pose.

"I love you, ya know," he whispered in her ear.

She sighed and leaned back against his chest. "I do know."

He thought it a little odd that she hadn't said she loved him too. She was probably one of those women who had been hurt badly. He knew she'd been divorced and wouldn't say those three little words until she was absolutely certain. Matt was confident that after tonight Sabrina would be certain of his love for her.

The lights of the harbor were magnificent as dusk turned to darkness after their tour around the city. Matt couldn't have planned a more romantic setting if he'd tried. They stood on the boardwalk overlooking the harbor at the Opera House when Matt suddenly pulled Sabrina into his arms and kissed her fiercely.

"I love you," he whispered into her hair as he held her close. "I want to spend every moment with you for the rest of my life."

Sabrina sighed. "Oh, Matt!" and he continued.

"I'll move to Baltimore. We can get a house with a big yard... lots of kids."

"What?" Sabrina asked incredulously.

"Will you marry me, Sabrina McKenzie? You don't even have to change your name," he joked. He started to get down on his knee as he took her hand in his, but she stopped him from bending.

"No, Matt. I can't marry you," she said with tears streaming down her face. "I care about you but we can't marry."

* * *

Matt stuffed his shirt into his suitcase angrily. He was still mad as hell. He'd watched Sabrina decline his proposal with tear filled eyes and then she calmly walked out of his life. Well, not all that calmly.

"It's a crime, literally, for us to be together, Matt," she had explained.

"No one will know. We can move somewhere where no one knows us."

She shook her head. "Your mother already knows."

Sabrina had overheard the nasty woman's message that had been left on Matt's voice mail. How could she not? That screaming harpy had always been boisterous and loud. Matt took the silver engagement ring from its box and fingered it lightly. He'd bought it on impulse right after his fight on the phone with his mother. The simple marquis solitaire diamond twinkled back at him with mischief. Sabrina had never even seen it. But she would. Someday he would find a way to make her his.

Sabrina had already left the continent earlier that morning. Matt's seat, purchased at the last minute, was on standby. He put the ring back in its case and tucked it away into the suitcase. His flight to Hawaii was now secured at eleven am. It was only 9:15 now so he decided to make one call before heading to the airport.

Might as well do some business, he thought as that was his pretense for using the corporate credit card and following Sabrina to Sydney.

"Good morning. Anderson and Associates."

"John Anderson, please. Matt McKenzie calling." He waited only a few minutes before the rough, deep voice got on the line. John Anderson was a large man with an even larger zest for life and business. Matt wanted the account simply for the pleasure of working with the man, not to mention the millions it would bring to his company.

"Matt, ole boy! Good to hear from you!"

"Good to talk to you too, sir. I was wondering if you'd given any more thoughts to our proposal that I presented last week."

"Of course, son. We signed the papers yesterday." Matt beamed. "Lovely young girl you sent." Matt's smile faded.

"Sir, I didn't send anyone. I was handling your account personally." Matt tried to keep his voice calm as he wondered who and why someone would steal his account.

"What?" John Anderson's voice boomed. "No, no. Let me see." Matt heard the shuffling of papers on the big mahogany desk he'd sat in front of numerous times. "Here it is! Sabrina McKenzie of Barkley and Baker. Same name, same company. Thought she was your pretty wife."

Matt felt the air rush out of his lungs. He'd been hit with a sledgehammer right in the chest. He groaned out loud. "Oh no, sir!" How could she do this to him? "My company is Baker, Barkley and Bradfield from New York."

"Oh my!" John Anderson was suddenly quiet. "She had a new idea she said she wanted to present. When I mentioned we were thinking of going with you... I mentioned you by name... she faltered a bit and said that she'd seen you that morning, yesterday morning it was, and you knew she had the meeting with me. Is she an imposter? The contract's not legal if she was!" Matt could hear the irritation in the man's voice.




No Worries Ch. 03



"No, sir. Not an imposter. Barkley and Baker are legitimate. They are out of Baltimore. I had been with Sabrina that morning... for coffee...." After our lovemaking. "She and I met on the plane out and we were surprised to find out we had much in common including our last name...." Surprised to find out that we are related. 

"Oh, son. I'm sorry. This is my mistake. I thought you all were from the same company. But, Matt, you should have seen her and the ideas she presented for our fall line. Her enthusiasm was as energetic as yours! I thought for certain you two were working together."

Matt sighed heavily and ran his fingers through his hair. He spied something on the floor under the bed as he heard Mr. Anderson speak again. "We'll work this out. I feel I've been duped. I will call Ms. McKenzie as soon as she returns to her office and get the facts straight from her."

Matt picked up the item from under the bed and suddenly smiled. "Sir... to be honest with you, I know Ms. McKenzie pretty well now. We had dinner last night and breakfast this morning."

"You ole dog!" John Anderson chuckled into the phone. "You sure you two aren't working together?"

"No, sir, we aren't." But we might have a partnership soon, he prayed. "But I can tell you that she never misrepresented herself. However talking to her soon might be difficult. She will be delayed in getting back to Baltimore."

"Delayed? Why would she be delayed?"

Matt grinned into the phone, knowing he would be the one to see her next, to confront her. "She left her passport here in the hotel room."





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No Worries Ch. 04



This story is dedicated to my brother. All events are fictional and all characters are over the age of eighteen.

Thank you to all the readers who haves supported this story. 2009 was a rough year for me and I am glad I can finally continue to bring this story to you. Thank you for sticking with me.

I want to give special thanks to my editor, honeywldcat.




It was a sign. She was meant to stay and fix things. "I'm sorry, ma'am. I can't allow you to board," she heard the ticket agent say and Sabrina merely nodded in response.

Sabrina sighed as she walked away. She must have left her passport back at the hotel. This meant she would have to face Matt again. Her heart broke all over again when she remembered seeing the love in his eyes as he proposed. But they were family. They couldn't be together. His mother, for one, would always make their lives miserable by informing anyone and everyone of their incestuous relationship. Michelle would ruin Matt's career. What about children? Birth defects? Sabrina couldn't risk it. But she could risk her own career and life to protect the man she loved. Instead of heading to the hotel to retrieve her passport, Sabrina caught a taxi and went back downtown.

* * * 

John Anderson was extremely surprised when his receptionist, Marci, announced that Ms. McKenzie wanted to see him. What was the girl up to? Matt McKenzie had calmed John's anger and had promised to make everything right. Matt was also right that Ms. McKenzie would be delayed going back to Baltimore, especially since she was in John's office right now.

"Mr. Anderson, I'm glad you could see me." Sabrina strode forward determinedly with her hand outstretched, but inside she was shaking.

"What can I do for you, Ms. McKenzie?" John Anderson asked as he motioned for her to take a seat.

"The contract that you signed yesterday... I need it back."

Mr. Anderson's eyebrows arched high into his forehead. Had Matt sent her to straighten this out? "Back?"

"Yes, sir. I need to withdraw our offer to you. I am sorry for any inconvenience." Sabrina held her hands together tightly in her lap. Her fingers were laced together and her thumbs kept twitching.

John Anderson wasn't sure what kind of game was going on here, but he trusted Matt McKenzie. "Did Matt send you?"

Sabrina's face flushed hotly. "Oh no, sir. He doesn't know I am here. He believes I am on my way back to the States."

Well that's true. John thought. After the conversation with Matt this morning and Matt's intentions of catching up to Sabrina... Matt had her passport after all. "I spoke with Matt this morning, Ms McKenzie." He saw a flicker of surprise in her eyes. "I can vouch that he does believe you are headed back to Baltimore right now. Which now poses the question, why aren't you?"

Sabrina shook inside. She had never been a true salesperson. Even now she still had trouble understanding why she had been promoted from her job as a video production person to sales within the advertising firm. She was a people pleaser, Jack Barkley had said, but right now Mr. Anderson did not look pleased at all. "I made a mistake, Mr. Anderson. My company obviously sent me here to try to steal you away from Matt McKenzie's company. I did not know this until you mentioned his name yesterday morning at our meeting. I made a decision then to continue pursuing you for my company as you seemed to like my advertising ideas." Mr. Anderson nodded. "That decision was wrong. Matt should have your account. He earned it."

"Ms. McKenzie, I am a businessman, plain and simple. I go with what works. Your ideas are simply better than Matt's."

"Oh but that's not true!" she cried out. "I presented ideas and plans to you that were from a team in our office in Baltimore. Months of planning. Matt could come up with something better on the spur of the moment. I'm sure of it."

John Anderson could not understand Sabrina's defense of Matt's character. He didn't doubt her one bit, but it was still strange to be backing out on a multi-million dollar advertising campaign. "I'm not sure of your game, Ms. McKenzie." Sabrina flushed again at his chastisement. "But I have worked with Matt for awhile now. I like his attitude, but I like YOUR ideas." John contemplated his next thoughts carefully. "You will tell Matt to come up with a campaign by week's end to rival yours or..." he trailed off intentionally for a dramatic effect. "Or I will deal with neither one of you."

Sabrina gasped out loud. She knew instinctively that this account was very important to Matt. "I don't know if I will see him again, Mr. Anderson. It was a fluke that we met on the plane here... coincidence that we are in the same business. I hardly know the man."

"Ms. McKenzie, I do believe that's the first lie you've told me." Sabrina flushed again. "You would not have defended his character just moments ago if you 'hardly know the man'." Sabrina's face had never been this red this many times in just minutes. "Truth, Ms. McKenzie, please. What is your relationship to Matt McKenzie? It is odd that you both have the same last name."

"He is my brother's son," she said quietly.

The surprise on John Anderson's face was apparent. He thought back to this morning's conversation with Matt and how Matt had implied an intimate – a sexual – relationship with Ms. McKenzie. By God, the man is fucking his aunt! "Does Matt know who you are?"

Sabrina nodded knowing that somehow Mr. Anderson had guessed the passion that flared between Matt and Sabrina. "His father, my brother... died eighteen years ago. I had never met my nephew until we were on the plane. Matt's mother broke off all ties with our family when Steven died. But Matt and I didn't realize the connection right away... the family connection."

"Well, well, well, Ms. McKenzie." John Anderson leaned back in his chair and smiled. "Quite a small world then isn't it?" She nodded slightly. He was silent for a few minutes and then said, "My offer stands. Matt will present to me again by week's end... and I will not be telling him, you will. I'm sure you will want to keep in touch with your brother's family now that you have found them again."

Sabrina's eyes showed trepidation and John was positive now about the sexual relationship Matt had implied.

"Don't worry, Ms. McKenzie. It is a small world indeed. My first cousin and I have been very happily married for twenty-eight years... with three children and five grandchildren I might add," he said with a wink.

* * * 

The flight to Honolulu was terribly long. Matt was anxious. Part of him wanted to wring Sabrina's neck for undermining him with John Anderson. Another part of him wanted to kiss that same sweet neck until she melted into his arms again. The more he contemplated both actions, the more he wanted to do the latter. John Anderson's account didn't matter nearly as much to him as Sabrina did. His career? Meh. There would be other accounts. But there was only one woman for him. He just had to convince her.

He got off the plane and went straight to the TSA offices. He knew that's where any questionable passengers would be held. He knew this because his mother, gossip and nosy woman that she was, had worked for TSA since its foundation shortly after 9-11. She had told him many stories of people she had detained and questioned about their activity into the US.

"Good afternoon, Rose," he said as he greeted the desk clerk.

"Matt McKenzie!" The middle-aged woman exclaimed. "It's been forever since you've come to see us, but of course your mom always tells us all about your exciting life in New York."

Matt smiled at her. It had been a long time since he'd stopped in to visit his mother, but this time he wasn't here to see her. He calmly took out Sabrina's passport from his pants pocket and held it out to Rose. "Are you holding this woman? I'm afraid she left her passport in Sydney."

Rose looked at the photo and shook her head. Matt was certain they wouldn't have let her back into the States without her passport. As he began to ask where she might be, he heard his mother's voice.

"She's not here, Matthew. She's still in Sydney gloating over stealing that account from you." Michelle McKenzie visibly shuddered. "Vile woman!"

* * *

Sabrina had no idea how to get a hold of Matt, but knew that his career depended up on her finding him. Her assistant, Debbie, might know of a starting place. Sabrina headed back to the hotel and checked with the front desk to see if anyone had turned in her passport. No one had which meant Debbie would also be getting documents together to get Sabrina back into the States.

Sabrina dragged her suitcase into her hotel room and sat down wearily. This trip had been so emotionally exhausting. But it also had been emotionally exhilarating as she glanced at the bed and remembered how Matt had delicately undressed her... how he had touched her body and made her feel so alive. She pushed the erotic thought to the back of her head and began to place the overseas call. It was late evening in Baltimore, but Sabrina had Debbie's home phone number. The sooner Debbie could get started on sorting out this fiasco the better.

"Hello?" The line was full of static in Sabrina's ear.

"Debbie? It's Bree. I didn't wake you did I?"

"No. No. Just watching 'Law and Order'. Where are you? You sound halfway around the world."

"I still am," Sabrina sighed.

"What?!" You're supposed to be in Honolulu about to board a flight for LA in a bit. What happened?"

Sabrina patiently explained her lost passport and Debbie agreed to do whatever she could to get her out of Australia as soon as possible.

"One more thing, Debbie. I need you to find someone for me. He's in the advertising business like us and his name is Matthew McKenzie...."

"Oh yeah!" Debbie exclaimed before Sabrina could say he was from a firm in New York City. "He's a big wig at Baker, Barkley and Bradfield in Manhattan. Rumor had it he was going to be promoted to the Baltimore office if he got the Anderson account, which by the way he didn't I hear. Congrats!" Debbie was so bubbly and full of energy, at times Sabrina felt tired just being around her. "And ya know I never realized you and he have the same last name until now. Weird, huh?"

Sabrina mumbled something but her mind was racing with questions. Matt promoted to Baltimore? Her heart raced a little. How did Debbie know John Anderson had signed with Sabrina and not Matt? Bree hadn't told anyone yeah or nay about the account, except Matt and then they'd celebrated but he hadn't known which account. Sabrina suddenly felt very uneasy. Someone had been watching her and if they were, then they knew about Matt and their affair. That someone might even know that Sabrina and Matt were related. Sabrina shuddered with a chill she felt to her bones and got up to close the draperies on her hotel window.

* * * 

Matt had an interesting talk with his mother. Sabrina and her company had been planning this account takeover for months. They had followed him around and learned all they could about Anderson and Associates. Michelle had learned about the plot by accident six months ago. She hated to interfere in her son's life, at that point in the conversation Matt internally rolled his eyes at her, but she had done her own secret tracking of them tracking Matt. Michelle had said she knew Matt could handle the account easily so she wasn't worried, but the unforeseen Sabrina McKenzie caused panic when Michelle had Bree investigated. By the time Michelle had found out the family connection, it was too late. Matt had already met Sabrina and Michelle could do nothing to stop Sabrina's deceit.

According to Michelle, Sabrina had known all along that Matt was her nephew and Sabrina had no morals about seducing him. Michelle had even told him that before his father died, Steven had broken his marriage vows of fidelity and had had sex with his own sister. Michelle could not disguise the disgust in her voice when she told Matt.

Matt had heard enough. He held up his hand to prevent his mother from saying anything else, but she did.

"She's still in Sydney you know. Finalizing that campaign with John Anderson. I'll bet she left her passport on purpose just to have another meeting with him."

Doubt still clouded Matt's mind. He couldn't imagine the woman he'd fallen in love with was the same devious witch his mother had described. He picked up the phone and made the long distance call.

"Mr. Anderson... Matt McKenzie... no sir, I haven't talked to her yet.... So she was in your office this morning?" Matt looked over at his mother who seemed to be gloating. "Thank you for the information, sir.... No, I don't ever intend to speak to her again. Goodbye, sir." Matt hung up the phone before John Anderson could say another word.

* * *

John Anderson stared at his phone. Matt had seemed rightly ticked off but it was no reason for him to rudely disconnect. "Marci, get me Jack Barkley in Baltimore," he said into his intercom. About ten minutes later Marci said she'd connected to Baltimore.

"Jack? John Anderson. I don't know what kind of game you people are playing but it better stop. I want BOTH Matt and Sabrina McKenzie in my office Friday at noon.... Yes, I said Matt McKenzie. He's from your rival in New York – your brother's firm I believe. Your girl had some great ideas so if you want this account, make it happen... both of them."

John Anderson was not a man to anger easily, but something about this situation didn't sit right with him and he intended to get to the bottom of it all.

* * * 

Jack Barkley picked up his own telephone and dialed. When the woman answered with her damned husky voice that made his dick hard every time he heard it, he said, "I don't know and don't care what Bree did to piss in your Cheerios but John Anderson wants her and Matt in his office Friday at noon.... Yes, both of them.... Dammit, they are going to have to see each other again if I'm to get the Anderson and Associates account.... No! Let me tell you Mrs. McKenzie, you started this mess! You finish it! Or else...."

* * * 

Michelle had had all her bases covered until her son had fallen in love with Sabrina. Without his knowledge she'd carefully controlled his career and personal life with the many connections she'd made throughout the years. Matt had moved up in the advertising world quickly. He had a sharp mind, but Michelle knew that she'd also had influence over some of the promotions and accounts he'd gotten. If she learned anything from Steven's deceit and then death, it was how to survive, ruthlessly if need be. She protected her children like a fierce mother bear. The story she had told Matt about the Anderson and Associates takeover was not a total lie. Sabrina's company had visited Sydney about six months prior, but at the time John Anderson was seriously considering Matt. The name Sabrina McKenzie had caught Michelle's attention immediately when the detained traveler had mentioned his assistant.

It had not taken a lot of work really to build Sabrina up in Barkley and Baker, but Michelle also intended to bring her down. The deceit Sabrina was going to be involved in would make her a pariah in the advertising world. It would also please Michelle immensely. Sabrina had been her nemesis since Steven had admitted his feelings about the woman. Michelle had been appalled, even nauseated, at the thought of blood relatives being intimate, but Steven had quickly shot down any argument she had on that. Regardless, Sabrina McKenzie had stolen her husband's heart and Sabrina would pay.

Michelle sat in her chair in the living room and pinched the bridge of her nose. The unspoken threat from Jack Barkley could not be ignored. As careful as she'd been, her manipulations were not without risk.

"Dinner's ready!" Michelle heard her daughter call out from the kitchen. Her plotting would have to wait, she thought as she put on a happy smile for her family.

Thousands of miles away, Sabrina was trying to figure a way to get out of Australia. Rushing a new passport to her would still take at least a week, Debbie had said. She was mindlessly watching television in her hotel room when Debbie called. 

"Hey there!" Debbie's bubbly attitude didn't waiver despite the predicament Sabrina had found herself. "Good news and bad news," Debbie said and Sabrina groaned internally. "Bad news is you're stuck there til Monday morning when Fed Ex can deliver your passport."

"Okay and the good news is Barkley and Baker are covering my expenses while I'm stuck here?"

"Um...no... Jack isn't." So much for Sabrina's savings. "The good news is John Anderson is covering your hotel room because he wants to see you again on Friday at noon. There are some things in the contract he wants to clarify."

Oh I'm sure. Sabrina sighed. Like how did I manage to dupe him and steal the account from Matt. "Okay," was all Sabrina could say out loud. She still had the horrible suspicion she was being watching and somehow knew that the proposed meeting with Mr. Anderson was a set-up.

Back in Hawaii at the dinner table, Michelle casually mentioned to her son that perhaps he should call John Anderson and set up a meeting. She suggested Friday at noon very nonchalantly. Matt said nothing but just nodded when his cell phone rang.

"Hello?"

"Matt... Peter Baker. I know you're on vacation but I really need, I mean NEED you in Sydney on Friday. John Anderson wants to see you at noon." Matt glanced at his mother quickly. Moments ago she had suggested the exact same day and time. It couldn't be coincidence.

"I'll be there," Matt agreed solemnly and hung up the phone. "Mother?" his voice had a touch of anger to it.

"Yes, dear?" Her smile was too pretty and too flattering. 

"Have you been meddling again?" Three years ago he'd found out he had been offered a position at a rival company based on his mother's influence. He had turned it down flat, even though it would have almost doubled his salary.

"Why do you say that, dear?" Michelle beamed at him again, but there was panic in her eyes.

Matt groaned. "Mother, why?"

Michelle sighed heavily and then sat rigidly in her chair. "It's not about you, Matthew. It was about Sabrina. Her company wanted Anderson and Associates, but I knew you had John already wrapped up. I had to teach her a lesson. I wanted to watch her aim for and get the Anderson account only to have you snatch it away again. Give her a taste of her own medicine."

Matt's eyes grew fierce. "What do you mean? What did she do?"

"You know very well she stole your father from me! He was very important to me. Getting the Anderson account was important to her, but I know you'll avenge me and take it back."

"Michelle Kay!" Matt's grandmother's voice was booming. "You've destroyed a young woman's career! You planned this all along didn't you? You planned to deceive John Anderson and used sweet Sabrina as your tool."

Michelle shot out of her chair. "Sweet Sabrina? My god, mother! She committed incest with her own brother, my husband! John's no goody-two-shoes either, married to his first cousin!"

Matt's eyebrows shot up at the new, and very personal, information about his client and instantly wondered how his mother would know.

"You have no control, and no right, to say whom somebody loves!" Tutu was furious.

"Mother! It's incest! That's as bad as...as... being gay! It's wrong!"

Matt's eyes shifted to his sister Jenny, the pain obvious on her face. As much as Michelle McKenzie had dove into her son's life, apparently she'd never investigated her lesbian daughter.

Tutu's eyes also shifted to Jenny and she patted Jenny's hand before speaking again. "It's not wrong. It's a life choice and one I support fully. As far as incest, you know that argument won't hold with Sabrina."




No Worries Ch. 04



"She stole my husband!"

Tutu nodded. "And now she's 'stealing' your son, right?" Michelle nodded harshly just once. "Perhaps she's the better woman then. She loves them and holds them tight. You fight them and interfere. Driving them away."

Matt could not believe what he was hearing. His grandmother never raised her voice. In fact, Sabrina's quiet demeanor had reminded him a lot of his grandmother, Tutu, when he'd just met Sabrina on the plane.

Michelle's face was bright red with anger. "My husband... my son... her own family. She seduced them both!"

"It wasn't incest and you know it, Michelle."

Matt's jaw dropped as he stared at his grandmother over the dining room table. "What do you mean?" His voice was almost a whisper, cracking with emotion, with hope.

"Sabrina was adopted," his grandmother said quietly. "You aren't blood related to her." Matt was stunned. Tutu looked at her daughter and said, "I guess there were risks of loving someone too much. I created a harpy in you." The final words were almost spat at Michelle.

"You love me too much and then call me a harpy? Mother, you are too much!" Michelle nearly laughed at the incredulous accusation.

"Oh no. I love you, as I should my only child, but no.... I loved your father too much." Kalli Ohana went over to the far wall in the living room covered with family photos. "Your true biological father, Michelle Kay, was my brother, Ari."