22 comments/ 68418 views/ 52 favorites The White Rose Crisis Ch. 01 By: Master_and_Sex_Kitten Hi there reader. This is a new story of mine, and is one of what will be many attempts to break out and try to write in a very different category to the ones I'm used to. I will be giving several categories a go, many of which I haven't ever written in before, or in some cases even thought about. I hope you enjoy the experiment! --- Okay, so have you ever had that moment when you are so stressed and so panicked that you think your heart might actually stop – or it actually did for a few seconds? This is one of those times, but beyond what you could imagine. It was three weeks until my big sister Sarah's wedding, and boy was it busy. My older sister was working as an assistant teacher at my younger sister's high school, and being the popular sort of person she was meant there plenty of extra guests to manage – both her teaching associates and some of her favourite students. I loved Sarah for that, but I wasn't a fan of the amount of planning and work it left us. Despite how much we all had to do, this particular day I was over at my girlfriend Taylor's place to escape the preparation madness. Normally I don't go to her house that often, because actually we weren't technically dating, and having just turned 18, her parents would be pretty sceptical about me. Not that they needed to worry much, as Taylor had been holding out on me since we'd started meeting up a month ago. Today however, her parents were out, and I was feeling pent up. "I don't really know how you like it," she said, stroking me as she pulled my pants down further. "Will you tell me if I'm doing it right?" I nodded, gently rubbing her hand as she dropped to her knees in front of me, tying her blonde hair back in a ponytail and licking her lips nervously. I wasn't sure why she was acting so nervous; when we first started talking she told me how she had gotten to third base plenty of times, but she had never let a guy cum in her mouth. I hoped she was nervous because she wanted to start trying. Looking into my eyes, she slowly opened her mouth and lowered it over the head of my cock, her tongue sliding down my shaft as she tried to take me in one go. She choked slightly, pulling back and sucking noisily, her hand stroking the base of my cock as she worked the head with her lips. After a month of putting up with only a couple of handjobs, and the occasional ten second suck to get it wet, I was in heaven. Her lips travelled up and down my cock hungrily, as though she had been wanting this as much as I had. I reached forward and gently slid my fingers into her top, feeling a hard nipple. I gave it a tweak and she moaned on my shaft, giving it a good hard suck. Taylor's tits were large and a little firm, but super sexy and I knew she loved having them played with. Her hand disappeared down the front of her pants and I could tell she was now fingering herself madly, stroking me faster. I hadn't been properly laid in ages, and this was so good compared to her hand that it didn't take all that long before I felt a familiar feeling start to take over. I moaned, lightly pinching her nipple as she squirmed in her jeans, rocking her hips back and forth. I moaned louder, gripping her hair lightly with one hand. She looked up and smiled at me and tried to deepthroat me again, choking more and leaving a slippery trail as she pulled her mouth back, starting to stroke me fast with her free hand. Inwardly I sighed, as I guess she wasn't going to try tasting it yet, but I was so worked up that it didn't really matter. I pulled her shirt down and she helped me get her tits out, jerking me faster as she bit her lip, her own hand moving crazily down the front of her pants. With one last long moan she started shaking and gasping as she looked at me and it was too much. I came hard, spraying her tits as she panted from her own orgasm, her hand still faithfully jerking my cock until it stopped pumping cum onto her chest, dripping down her hand and onto her wrist. Taylor looked down at her chest and giggled, my cum slowly trailing down over her nipples as she pulled a wet hand from her jeans. She licked her own juices as she continued to stroke me, standing up and leaning in to kiss me. "Was that ok?" she asked. I nodded and she smiled even bigger, turning and running to the bathroom, her tits bouncing as she went. I cleaned myself up and had gotten comfortable on the couch again when she came back out, shirt back in place and wearing a new pair of pants. "I've got a surprise for you," she teased, sitting next to me. I looked over at her curiously, wondering what her tone meant. I figured it had something to do with her comparatively generous efforts today, but with Taylor it could mean anything. "I can't tell you just yet, it's a secret," she said giggling. "But you'll love it when you find out...at the wedding." I groaned as she laughed and cuddled up to me, demanding I make myself slightly less comfortable so she could get as close as possible. When I say we weren't technically dating, what I meant was that no one knew what cheeky business we were getting up to since she was a friend and classmate to my little sister, Jaimi; we decided to keep it casual and quiet because of that. But since Sarah wanted me to have someone to be with at the ceremony, and because Taylor was one of her students and well known to our family, it was suggested somehow purely by coincidence that she could come along as my date. Don't get me wrong; Taylor is a cute, funny, clever and adorably shy girl. But sometimes she just acts too...childish. It seemed really weird that things between us didn't seem as comfortable as they did with other girls. Living with two sisters had left me with a crude understanding of how they worked, but for some reason Taylor and I just didn't get on in the same way. I figured it was her age, still at school halfway through year 12, dealing with all the ridiculous teen drama that comes with the territory. That and the awkwardness of her being a friend of Jaimi. Anyway, the point is that she had planned a surprise for me, and today's treat was a way of looking after me before making me wait three weeks without any attention at all. This was – in my defence – the root of most of what happened on that fateful day. Time passed slowly, since she had a real way of teasing me while we were hanging out together. She was very suggestive for someone who didn't seem to want sex, not to mention the fact that we were in a specifically "casual" relationship, if you get me. I will admit to there being another problem. See, sometimes I just couldn't get away from the house, and those days meant I was usually subjected to another form of tease – my oldest sister's best friend. Meghan was only a year older than me, roughly the same age as Sarah, and since we grew up together we actually got on really well as adults. Add to that the fact that she now had long dark brown hair, a slim waist and gorgeous hazel eyes beneath her glasses and you had a good looking girl who was practically a member of the family already, overly friendly to me and carefree about her behaviour and appearance around our house like you wouldn't believe. Despite the close bond we developed as we grew up, when we got old enough to start dating there were always other people, other situations that prevented anything from happening between us, and now the only thing that stood in the way was the random casual fling I had going with Taylor...which of course, no one knew about. With the wedding fast approaching, we'd spent a lot of time together during some very happy and emotional moments and we were getting on better than ever before. Sarah had also noticed this interaction between Meghan and I, so she pulled me aside quietly one day to make a request. "Look Will, I know what you're probably thinking...and I'm sorry to do this to you but...but...you can't start something with Meghan," she said. "Wait, no just, what I mean is not right now, alright?" She sighed. "Ok that came out wrong, but look...I realize Meghan's single now, and I can tell she wants to find someone new, especially since she'll be alone at the wedding, but she's also a bit all over the place and you've going with someone else and – like it or not – things need to stay how they are for now. I know Taylor is just a family friend..." – I cringed so much inside when she said that – "...but you're going to be her partner at the wedding and at dinner and I do NOT want any silly cross-romance issues taking place!" She said the last part with such fury that I wondered how the rest of the house hadn't heard her. Sarah softened, looking at me a little more lovingly. "If you and Meghan decide you want to give it a go after the wedding I'm all for that...I know you're as close to her as I am, and you'd be so much better than the jerk she's been stuck with for the last three years...but just not now, not yet...ok? Please?" I left her with the highest assurances that I'd leave Meghan alone romantically until the wedding was over, for the sake of peace. After that I didn't know if anything would happen...but to be honest, you can never expect the unexpected. As it turned out, for better or worse the "Taylor problem" would sort itself out with the passing of certain events in a way that wasn't exactly good, but hey, you can't argue with results. But the lead up to the big event that I'm here to tell you about went up another notch five days before the ceremony, when my aunt and cousins showed up. Aunt Ellie was apparently a wild child in her youth. She got pregnant at 17, popped out two kids and then decided that their father was worthless and that they could do much better. She promptly met a new man, started her own business and they'd been riding a wave of success ever since. I like Aunt Ellie, because she always seems to just enjoy getting out and doing things. Being only 37 she still has a body on her, although I didn't take as much notice as most guys my age. My mum waited a little longer to find a strong relationship and get married before having Sarah, Jaimi and I, but we were born not too far apart from her kids since Aunt Ellie was the younger of the two by several years. Her oldest daughter, Lucy, was freshly 20 – 2 years younger than me – and loving the party scene, getting out and having fun every weekend with her friends while her little sister, Amy, sat at home doing 8th grade math problems. Lucy was easily one of the most attractive girls in our family, with long red hair, a fit body with a tight curvy ass and a well proportioned D cup chest. Her boobs were perky enough for even me to notice them, and pretty much all my mates wanted to bang her, a fact that none of them hid when she was around. I always felt embarrassed, but she just smiled and put a little sway in her walk when she went past them all, and I never complained about having a hot cousin. Most times when they came to visit both Lucy and Amy would normally stay home and spend time with all of us, but now my little sister Jaimi was 18, which meant her cheeky cousin was going to get them both into trouble. I should take this time to mention a bit about my family, since I already started the story. Despite all of their similar traits Jaimi was a little different from the other girls; slighter in general build and more athletic, with a very tight pair of C cups. People often didn't take notice of her straight away, but she could easily be a stunner in the right outfit that would accentuate her perfectly flat belly and push her boobs up a little more. She also had a lighter brown/blonde hair colour, as opposed to Sarah, who had long brown wavy hair, long legs and a more immediately noticeable chest size on top of a smooth slender frame. Sarah was taller than all of us and closer resembled a model rather than Jaimi the gymnast, but fortunately she didn't starve herself like one. Both of them naturally took after mum, who was slimmer around the belly and legs and taller than Aunt Ellie, who like Lucy was blessed with more of a clear hourglass figure that highlighted her bum and boobs. I'm sure you're wondering why this is important, and I'll get to that later, but for now I guess it's good for you to know because in a funny way, Meghan is almost the middle ground of all of them, sporting a very modest B cup in casual modern clothes most of the time, with a slightly round but tight little bum and flat belly that she's never really needed to work on. That said, she isn't athletic or sporty like Jaimi, and she isn't tall and long legged like Sarah or well endowed like Lucy; Meghan is a moderate – some might say average – blend of them all, but I always kind of liked that subtle schoolyard playmate look...the kind of girl you could know for years as a good looking girl but then be blown away by her appearance if she dolls herself up to make you take notice. I never felt any reason to compare the girls in my family, but if I did I would still have to rate Meghan at the top, regardless of the others' more alluring traits. Her boyfriend had really been a dick. One way in which it affected the rest of us was the fact that he made her go on the pill so he didn't have to buy condoms. While I spent little time thinking about it, her strange mood swings were actually a result of the contraceptive...which mostly went away after she stopped dating him. I overheard the girls talking about how she had gotten off them and was feeling much better, apart from the occasional headache... Like I said...surrounded by girls, AND girl conversations. I was a pretty popular guy when it was footie night and the fellas needed a place to chill. As the day drew closer my time around the other girls intensified, but so did the teasing I suffered around Taylor. When we weren't hanging out she was coming over to talk to Jaimi, flashing her panties at me or playing with a lollypop with her mouth. Part of me wanted to take her right there and give in to the urges, but the other part of me suffered from different urges – the ones that I was feeling for Meghan. More and more I wondered if I could talk to Taylor about playing it casual, taking a break and trying other things, but every time Meghan smiled at me I heard Sarah's voice in my head, asking if I could just wait until after the wedding to avoid any trouble. The fact that she thought there was some magic waiting to happen gave me hopes and helped me postpone my confessions, at least for a while. Little did I know how these events were coming together to change my life forever. --- It was the day of the wedding, a day that in my mind would live up to the hype of being the most unforgettable day of one's life. I was in the car with Taylor, Mum and Jaimi, while the others were going to meet us there in separate cars. Taylor kept rubbing her fingers up and down my thigh when no one was looking; hiding my awkward boner was all the more embarrassing since Jaimi kept looking back from the front passenger seat to say something to one of us. It was bad enough that Taylor had been constantly teasing me, never mind trying to hold a conversation with my little sister while trying to hide a pitched a tent under my jacket. I should point out that I'm really not a sex deviant; the day was about love and romance and looking elegant, and it was these things that I noticed in the girls around me when we got to the venue. Jaimi and Meghan, two of Sarah's bridesmaids, were wearing their hair long and free, a look which I adored on Meghan and never saw with Jaimi running around playing sports all the time. Lucy – the third bridesmaid – had hers tied back to fall down between her shoulders. She said she wore here hair out all the time so doing something fancy with it was her way of looking her best. I couldn't argue with that logic – she looked absolutely fantastic, and part of me wondered why I couldn't have been partnered with her instead of a fuss being made over Taylor. As the rest of the family began arriving, Taylor suddenly pushed me aside, pressing her breasts against my chest and kissing me hard. I gasped into the kiss as her hand groped my cock, making it bar up yet again. I just couldn't get a break! "Almost time for your surprise," she giggled quietly. "We should wait until most people are drunk, so no one notices us missing...ESPECIALLY your mother. I know she gets tired after a long party so maybe if she disappears for a nap..." She slipped a small flat card into my hand. "Here's the spare keycard. Room 17, third floor, let's say...2:30? I'll be waiting...and don't hold back or go easy on me." She winked and wandered into the room, finding Jaimi quickly. I wondered briefly if she was going to be the rough kind or the submissive kind once she started having sex. I guess either worked for me, and even though she said that was how she wanted it I had my doubts about it being special enough. In the end I figured if she wanted it rough and needy then she'd get it; maybe it would turn her on. --- The ceremony was perfect. Sarah looked amazing in her white dress, with a little white silk rose pinned to one strap. The bridesmaids all looked great in their light blue dresses, and Taylor and the other girls of the family all wore darker blue outfits of the same style. Everyone was happy and once the bride and groom left the church, it was time for the celebrations. By the time I had arrived the party was in full swing. Meghan and I both made a toast to the new husband and wife, the food was amazing and Taylor was getting along with everyone. Eventually the dancing started and the drinks came out, and it wasn't long before everyone had thrown back a few. I know this sounds a bit odd, but trust me...our family is the happy, pleasant sleepy drunk kind, not violent, stupid, or full of bad words to spread about each other. At some point I lost Taylor while talking to the guys, but I kept an eye on the time; I knew at 2:30 I was expected to give her what she wanted so badly. I had to admit that I wanted it too...I was feeling more than a little worked up. Out of boredom, I wandered over to the bar to find something a little stronger than beer, hoping to run into Meghan along the way, but found my way there unhindered. I sighed, figuring that avoiding temptation was probably the right thing to do, since I had promised Sarah not to start anything. Down the other end of the bar, my cousin Lucy and Jaimi were preparing a set of drinks, something colourful and no doubt mildly radioactive. I approached them and Jaimi looked up, a little nervous perhaps of being seen drinking in front of her older brother. "You're going to take it easy, right Jaimi?" I asked, making it sound like a statement more than a question. Lucy smiled, throwing her arm around my little sister. "Come on, Will, you know I'll take care of her...I can hold my liquor better than you can anyway!" she said with a grin, clinking glasses with Jaimi and tossing it back before I could reply. Jaimi looked at her and at me, then shrugged and did the same, her eyes widening as she swallowed the concoction. Lucy laughed, pulling her hair out and letting it hang loose as she started pouring another drink. I shook my head, snatching one of the two glasses from Jaimi and winking at her, taking a sip as I wandered away. It was lucky I had my back turned to them; my mouth lit up on fire as the brew slipped down my throat, scarring me for life – or at the very least, the next few hours. After another drink or two I noticed Sarah wandering over, smiling and holding a drink herself. I knew she wouldn't get drunk today, but still she was often so tired out from just one that she would probably crash faster than any of us, even the party twins mum and aunt Ellie. "I think, little brother, that it is time you gave me a dance!" she declared, and put her drink down to lead me by the hand out onto the dance floor. A moderately slow song was playing, so we stuck to the standard waltz position, my hand on her hip and hers on my shoulder. She smiled at me, and I smiled back. She really did look stunning in that dress. Its beautiful yet simple design was what allowed her to stand out so much more in it. She had never looked so gorgeous, and I couldn't help but notice. The White Rose Crisis Ch. 01 "Stop staring, Will, you're making me blush!" she giggled. "I can't believe this has really happened," she said as we stepped to and fro. "I'm actually married. Can you believe it?" I smiled and shook my head, planting a kiss on her cheek as I did so. Sarah looked to the left, past our clutched hands, and I looked as well, spying Meghan sitting on her own at the table. "She's not doing so well," Sarah said, resting her head on my shoulder, watching her friend. "I think she's feeling a little...moody." I felt bad for Meghan. Regardless of any romantic action I intended to take after the wedding was over, she was a close friend and almost like another sister to me. It wasn't fair that she should be here on her own like this. I felt bad for thinking it, but I wished I hadn't gotten mixed up with Taylor. It wouldn't have been any easier to turn her down as a date for the wedding dinner and all that if we hadn't been fooling around, but it sure did complicate matters. "You know what? You should give her a dance, what do you say?" Sarah asked me. I smiled, thinking that was just what I should do. I nodded and Sarah beamed at me. "Look at you...dressed up all handsome like this, asking Meghan Parker for a dance...I never thought I'd see such a thing happen!" she laughed. "My best friend and my handsome brother...I couldn't ask for more..." With that the dance ended, Sarah giving me a peck on the cheek back as we parted. I headed for Meghan's table, spying a drink sitting next to her as I approached, when suddenly Taylor appeared, dragging me out the main foyer doors and into a nearby bathroom by the arm. She shut the door and locked it, turning to face me quickly. "Taylor! What...!" she cut me off with a passionate kiss to the lips. I had never felt her do that before and as she pulled away, I could tell her heart was racing. "I had a thought," she said. "If you've been waiting all this time for me, how long do you expect to last? I think we need to relieve you a little bit first..." She tugged on the zip of my pants, reaching a hand inside to feel my growing member. I had to admit, in the cute dress the girls were all wearing, Taylor did look good. Maybe it was the alcohol in my system combining with all the tension that had been in the air, but suddenly I needed this. I quickly forced Taylor to her knees, feeling her soft fingers grip my shaft as she started to jerk me off, her tongue sliding up and down my length quickly to get me wet enough for her fingers. In no time she was jerking me like an expert, my cock throbbing with desire. Her lips lingered close to the head of my cock and as she reached up underneath her dress for her crotch, I leaned forward slightly, bumping her lips. Taylor looked up at me, a slight hesitation in her eyes. I stared down at her, feeling needy and starved of attention. "You want me to suck it?" she said to me. "Oh God yes, Taylor," I moaned back, watching her lean forward and part her lips with the head of my shaft tenderly, her tongue flicking over me. Her other hand yanked and twisted and before long a pair of white lacy undies slid down her thighs, her fingers working furiously under her dress as she sucked me off. I knew she was feeling a little off put by sucking me so I gripped her hair gently, feeling her hand move quickly up and down my cock as she slid her lips further down, pushing her limits. "Yeah, you like that?" she said, stroking me hard. I nodded and she licked her lips. "You going to fuck me hard today? I'm so wet...I just want you to slide your cock into me and pound me...take me roughly, make me beg for it." She tried to deepthroat, getting part of the way down my shaft before pulling back, looking up at me for approval. I moaned and felt her tongue lick my slippery cock before sucking me again, bobbing her head as her fingers danced underneath her dress. As Taylor jerked me faster, I leaned back, feeling my release suddenly coming very quickly as she tried deepthroating me again, moaning around my cock. The vibration set me off and I gripped her hair tightly, but then it all went wrong; I wobbled, overbalanced and fell backwards to land sitting on the toilet lid. I held onto her head, pulling it into my lap and pulling her forward, her knees slipping out from underneath her so that she fell forward with me, causing my whole cock to slide into her mouth in one go, making her gag and choke wildly. I looked down as she gripped my thighs with her nails, her eyes open wide, and seeing this couldn't hold it and I blew my load – three weeks of pent up cum blasting straight down her throat. Taylor felt it immediately, pulling back as I let go of her, the second load pumping into her waiting cheeks. She effectively spat my cock out, just in time for a third massive load to fly out, landing across her face like a waiting target. Taylor gagged on her mouthful of cum, making it spill down her chin and all over her hands onto the floor, my cock giving one last effort and blowing more sticky cum onto her forehead and in her hair. I groaned with the feeling of being spent as my cock twitched, the last trickle of cum leaking from my cock as Taylor gasped for air, her mouth covered in cum, dripping from her face and her forehead, making a mess on the floor as she leaned heavily on her hands, trying not to choke. "Are...are you alright?" I said, showing some concern at last for her. Taylor remained bent over on her hands and knees, drips of cum hanging from her nose and a strand of loose hair. I patted her back as she coughed again, spitting a wad of white onto the floor as she gained her breath. When she looked up, her eyes were red and watery, her lips, chin and neck were wet with saliva and cum, and two strands of it ran from the top of her head down one side of her face, while another line ran across her messed up hair, hanging limply next to her face. "Do I fucking look alright?" she cried. I helped her up and grabbed a wet washcloth, trying to wipe the worst off before she pushed me away, sniffling miserably as she looked in the mirror above the sink, a drip of cum running into her eye. "My makeup is ruined...and I've probably got stains on this dress now!" she exclaimed, wiping her mouth and neck clean. I leaned over and wiped her forehead and hair, getting the worst of it out while she washed her face with warm water. Her makeup was running down her cheeks and in the sink by the time she had finished. I grabbed a towel and sat her down, gently drying her face off, getting rid of the running makeup and dabbing at her eyes. "There...are you ok now?" I said, gently pressing the towel to her cheek. She sniffed, nodding as I put the towel down and took her hand. "I'm sorry Taylor, it was an accident. I just...I've had too many I think..." I said, feeling the dizziness hit me. She nodded again, looking at the floor. "It's ok," she said quietly. "I know you like that stuff. I just...don't enjoy doing it." She looked at me miserably. "I've never enjoyed doing it, but...I didn't want to disappoint you..." Feeling terrible, I gave her a cuddle and stood her up. "Taylor...I think we need to have a talk later, about us, but no matter what, from now on, only do what you want to do, no matter what it is...you do what you want to...ok?" I said. She looked into my eyes and I figure she could see that despite the drinks I'd had, I was being serious, and I meant not just with me, but whatever she wanted to be doing with whoever she wanted to do it with. She gave me a small smile then coughed loudly, covering her mouth with her hand. When she stopped she grimaced, running her hand under the tap to wash the rather white looking goo away. Feeling further embarrassed, I took her hand and quickly led her away from the bathroom, back out to the party. Just outside the door, Taylor looked up at me. "Umm...I think I might...get some time alone...is that ok?" she asked. Thinking she probably needed time to put her makeup back on, I nodded and she quickly headed for a group of girls I recognized from Jaimi's school, probably in one of Sarah's classes or something. At any rate, I was an odd mixture of sexually relieved and horrendously embarrassed, so I headed for the bar to take care of any lingering ill feelings. As soon as I got there I noticed several people enjoying themselves who appeared to be a lot further along than me. My mum and Aunt were both beyond tipsy, which is fine until you get them together...they'll sing and dance and laugh until they collapse for a nap, then up they get again. It was looking almost like mum was going to go down before Aunt Ellie, but then I remembered that mum wouldn't want to get as drunk today as she might otherwise. Aunt Ellie, on the other hand, while not super rowdy, had clearly had a few and they were both merrily singing away. Looking over at the tables I failed to spot Meghan, and Lucy and Jaimi weren't anywhere to be found either. Feeling a little less pleasant as a result, it wasn't long before I had downed plenty more drinks myself. I normally can hold my liquor, but I won't pretend that it doesn't make me a little wobbly in the head. Looking at the time I wandered through the crowd, some people saying hi, some laughing at a joke, one person asking me where the bride was hiding (I said she took off, couldn't stand seeing so many of her dreaded family members in one place!) and one offering me more drinks which I had to turn down. Finding myself in the main hallway, I thought about Taylor's surprise and figured I had to make it up to her, so I began making my way up to the third floor, a feat none too easy when as drunk as I was feeling. At last I was on the right level, and even better room 17 was right at my end. It was about the right time so I fumbled for the key card Taylor had given me and managed to open the door, stumbling into near blackness inside. The curtains were drawn with only a sliver of light showing through, and there on the bed was Taylor. She was lying face down on the bed, her legs partly tucked up underneath her, her gorgeous ass in the air. I never noticed what a nice ass she had until now. Quietly I made my way over – I say quietly, but I was drunk, so drunk quietly, yet she stayed perfectly still, barely moving as I fumbled for the back of her dress and lifted it gently, seeing her panties underneath. I ran my finger down the strip of material, wondering how I went so long without this. I ran my finger up and down her crotch, feeling a slight wetness form from my touch. She shifted slightly and I took my moment, peeling the undies down just enough to reveal her pussy. I could see that she was trimmed short, very neat, and her dark coloured pubic hair looked so inviting that I had to slide my tongue into her folds right then and there. She shifted again, her feet sliding apart just a little to let me get closer to her. I gently spread her asscheeks as I licked at her pussy, tasting her sweet juices fully for the first time. Hungrily I lapped at her folds, my finger sliding around to find her clit, rubbing it lightly as I felt her wetness spread. It didn't take long at all and I had her moaning quietly, not quite the same as when she did it herself, but then I was doing something she couldn't manage herself. With one last long lick I stood up, dropping my pants and freeing my raging cock. I was glad she had made me cum already, because I had never been more turned on than I was now, staring at her tender pink slit, just waiting for me to ease into her. Slowly, I rubbed the head of my cock up and down, nudging her lips open with each movement, eliciting a sigh of recognition from her. I felt the bed move as she made to lean up so I eased the head of my cock into her, stopping her in her tracks. As I felt her tightness give way to my throbbing member I felt her start to shake slightly, as if the very feeling of being penetrated was setting her off. Bit by bit, I fed my cock deeper into her pussy, my hands now gripping her hips underneath the dress and pulling her back against me. With a satisfied moan I felt her asscheeks bump against my hips, my cock fully inside her. Taylor arched her back, her face falling to the bed with a long sigh of pleasure, her hair falling across the pillows. Very carefully, I leaned forward and placed a kiss on the back of her neck, smelling the sexy scent of her hair as I pulled back out slowly. I hope you're ready for this, I thought to myself, the head of my cock easing in and out of her slowly, teasingly. She leaned back against me, trying to spear herself on my cock, but I held her away, teasing her more, her warm entrance slippery with her wetness. At last she grabbed a pillow, gripping it with her bright nails and whispering very quietly, but very insistently. "...do it..." I didn't wait. I plunged my cock back inside her pussy like a nail driving home. Taylor almost cried out, burying her face in the pillow as she moaned and whimpered, my cock pounding her hard as I gripped her hips tightly. She was so hot and tight that I thought my cock was going to get stuck inside her, but somehow I kept going, sliding in and out of her faster and faster, panting with the effort. One hand slipped around her waist to rub at her tender little clit the way I knew she liked it and she gasped loudly, arching her back and lifting all but her face and arms off the bed, twisting the pillow beneath her. I heard her biting into it, smiling as I slid in as deep as I could go and rubbed her clit, one of her hands sliding down the length of her body to take over for me so I could fuck her hard. I couldn't believe it, but here I was, fucking Taylor for the first time, taking her virginity right here in this room. Her dress was bothering me so I threw it further back, revealing the soft skin of her lower back. I leaned over and wrapped my hands around her waist, pulling her closer to the edge of the bed until my belly was pressed against her, one hand travelling up to gently reach into her dress, feeling a hard nipple beneath my fingertips. I lightly rubbed it, caressing and gripping her whole breast in my hand as she bucked and slammed her ass against my crotch, sending my cock deep into her with each thrust. Her tits felt amazing to finally hold from behind, and I pulled on her nipples until they were rock hard, making her gasp with delight. Before I wanted it to, I could feel myself getting close already. I fucked her harder, faster, letting go of those fantastic tits and leaning back to change the angle, plunging deep inside her pussy. Her body tensed up and her hand brushed my cock as she worked her clit, her hips bucking wildly now that she was getting there too. Without warning I felt her pussy spasm, clamping down on my shaft and squeezing hard as she started shuddering, riding out her orgasm like a wild animal. Taylor's hand gripped the sheets and she threw her head back, letting out a long groan of pure ecstasy as her other hand gripped my arm. Her body danced beneath me and I felt my control disappear, and with a loud yell I threw my arm around her waist, pulling her tight to me and burying my cock in her pussy as it exploded, flooding her insides with my cum. My shaft pulsed as it shot load after load into her, filling her up despite my earlier release. Her quivering body was warm against mine as I ran my hand over her soft, sexy belly, her pussy clamped tightly over my cock, not letting a single drop loose. With what little energy I had left I ran my hands over her sides, feeling her nipples beneath my fingertips as I straightened her dress. My hand fell across something that I must have torn loose in my frenzy to get to her boobs, and I drew it to me as I eased my cock back, letting it work in and out a little before it went soft and slipped out of her, the wetness of her orgasm coating me. I lifted my pants back up and put the bundle in my pocket, leaning over to kiss her but instead dropping to my knees and lightly biting her asscheek, leaving a hickey. She whispered a gasped "fuck!" as she panted for air, her undies slipping easily back up over her perfect ass as I heard movement out in the hallway. I quickly stepped over to the door, fumbling with it as my drunk post-orgasm hands tried to yank it open without turning the knob, and I took one last look at the inert figure on the bed, now thoroughly exhausted from the fuck and what I was guessing was a few drinks too, her ass facing me, that sexy dress barely covering her red panties. As I stepped out into the hallway, completely smashed, dizzy with pleasure and celebration, I smiled at the memory of her shiny nails digging into my arm as she came, the feeling of her long soft hair on my cheek as I gripped her close, her pants, her moans, the soft feeling of her breasts in my hands, and that final image of her completely spent from fucking. Reaching into my pocket, I pulled out the white fabric rose that the girls had pinned on their dresses. It'd be cute to give that back to her downstairs. I headed back to the party – almost falling over completely – and quickly found a few relatives having a drink in the corner. As casually as I could I sat down and grabbed another drink, feeling confident that I'd made Taylor's fantasy come true, and then some. Her earlier moment of weakness was forgotten; I had screwed that up for her, and besides, everyone had things they didn't like doing, there was no reason to read into it. After all, she had enjoyed it too, fingering herself as she sucked me off... "Will! There you are!" said Rob, coming over and clapping me on the shoulder. "You know Taylor was looking for you earlier...she had to do her makeup again or some shit. Amy said she saw her with Casey. You should go find her!" and with that he sat himself down and snatched my drink before I could enjoy it. Well shit, if Casey was going to be nosey and pester people until I was found I'd better make myself known. I hoped Taylor would come down soon to alleviate any issued I had...and then I saw them. Casey...and Taylor. Sitting at a table on their own, looking for all the world like they were both sober and coherent. Taylor saw me and waved me over, getting up from the table and meeting me away from Casey. I went to take her hand, intending to put the rose in it, but Taylor gently put a hand in the middle of my chest to stop me. "Will...I have to be honest...I don't want to do this anymore." She said. Puzzled, no idea what she meant, I watched as she came close to breaking down into tears. "Whoa whoa, wait ok, what's wrong? Didn't you, like, enjoy...I mean..." I thought back to her own fingers, rubbing her clit so I could hold her hips. "I thought you were playing with yourself while I..." "I don't like sucking cock." she said. It seemed so sudden that I was stopped dead in my thoughts. "I can't go through with it. I'm really sorry, Will, but I just don't know what I want right now..." Her lip twisted, as if she was building to something big. What could possibly have induced this after fucking like crazy? "I know this sucks for you, but, well...I think I don't want to have sex. I mean I do, but...not like this. I think I might want to explore...other things." Her glance flicked over to Casey, waiting for her in the corner. Then through the haze, it hit me, the first of many punches to come that would break my alcohol-driven stupor...she sounded nervous, the way she did before sucking my cock earlier...doing something she hasn't done... "Look honestly, I don't think I'm into...you..." she said, blushing like mad. "I really like you and the few things we have done, but...well, look I know you were waiting for me and...and hey, maybe you can find Meghan here somewhere, I'm sure she'll pop her head back down soon enough. Oh! Speaking of which, can I have the spare keycard for the room back? Since we won't be using it...it's just that I gave my personal one to Meghan in case she wanted to go up and rest, because she isn't staying the night with the rest of us girls, and when the bridal party was using the room there was always someone else to let her in so she didn't have one and now I don't have one...are you alright?" The White Rose Crisis Ch. 01 I was in shock. Taylor was saying she hasn't had sex. Taylor didn't have her keycard. Taylor wasn't in the room. I mutely handed over the card and turned to go, my mind fighting through the inebriation to focus on the facts. The world started to swirl around me like the thoughts in my head, and I grabbed the back of a chair for balance. All of a sudden things started coming back to me...Taylor had short nails, not long shiny ones, and her breasts were a little firmer than what I remembered...the angle I was holding them at must have confused me... Taylor was wearing white panties in the bathroom...not the red ones I saw...what if it had been Meghan instead of Taylor? What if Meghan wandered up to the room? I didn't want the first act of anything between us to be a drunken fuck. Then the full force of what Taylor had just said hit me. Meghan had Taylor's card in case she needed to go up to the girls' room to rest. But that wasn't just Taylor's room, she didn't get a special one to herself, it was a room for all the girls, and the bridal party had access to it...the flower. I pulled out the white fabric rose I had taken from the girl in the room. There was nothing special about it, just a white rose with a safety pin like the others. As if I needed any more confirmation, I glanced at Taylor, now in a rather cosy looking talk with Casey and there it was...her white rose, pinned securely to her dress still. That meant that whoever was missing their rose would be the girl I had just slept with. But...who? How many people had access to that room? Who could it be? I knew not many people would have the special rose. And then, as if my drunken mind was really working hard at fucking with me, the last two dreaded pieces of the puzzle fell into place. Firstly, the simple fact that I thought I was cumming in Taylor, who had the implant. Whoever I ended up fucking might not have been in the same situation...I knew Meghan didn't have it...oh God, if I got Meghan of all people pregnant... And worse...much, much worse, was realized as I saw Amy walk towards me, carrying a glass of water. She wore a white rose on her dress. Oh SHIT. "Hey Will," Amy said cheerfully. "Do you know which room Lucy is in? She sent me a message saying she tried to drink Jaimi under the table and they're both feeling wrecked. I think they crashed somewhere, did you see either of them go up to the rooms at all?" I shook my head, praying to God that neither of them had. White roses... Then I saw Michael looking around for Sarah...still looking for Sarah, she'd been absent for a while now... "I tried to call mum's phone, but you know those two..." sighed Amy, "they disappeared for a rest ages ago, I don't know...maybe they woke up and heard if the others went upstairs too. Anyway, if you see either of our mums come down, ask them for me? Thanks." And she wandered off, trying to find her big sister. My mother and aunt, both tipsy and sleepy. My cousin, definitely drunk, and missing. My little sister, drunk and missing...the bride, MISSING. I sat down, hyperventilating. Even as I shook my head, thinking that it was impossible, that I must have slept with Meghan by mistake, I realized that I never really got a feel for the body type of the girl I held, which meant I couldn't be sure...and her boobs were definitely not Taylor's impressive size but were maybe only a little bit smaller, definitely not Meghan's small size...no, it had to be Meghan, but...she has much shorter hair than everyone else. So many white roses... I felt sick, I thought I was going to puke. Rushing for the bathroom, I ignored Michael's inquiry about Sarah's whereabouts, not wanting to wonder how tired she must have felt after today, not wanting to think about how drunk my cousin could get, or how unused to alcohol my little sister was, or how similar my aunt was in shape to her daughter...this couldn't be happening, it just couldn't! Not today! NOT EVER!!! I pushed open the doors into the lobby and stopped dead, hearing my name being called from behind me. "Will? Oh, there you are darling...could you give us a hand? Mummy is a little wobbly..." I feared the worst...so many white roses... --- Well, there it is: a VERY different kind of story than I'm used to writing, and for a different audience too! I will be adding other stories in different categories really soon, but in the meantime if you liked this one you are welcome to send me some feedback. If you've looked at my other stories you'll know that I've been talking about feedback for every new story I've experimented with lately, and it's because I really want to know if I've done alright with something I'm not used to, and something you probably know more about! But this time in particular your feedback really IS a little more important for this story, because I'm sure you're all wondering...WHO was the owner of the white rose? Was it his mother, or his aunt Ellie, or cousin Lucy, or sister Jaimi, or the bride Sarah??? Email me or leave a comment with your votes on who it might be, and stay tuned for the currently planned – but undecided – second part!!! The White Rose Crisis Ch. 02 Hi there reader. This is a new story of mine, and is one of what will be many attempts to break out and try to write in a very different category to the ones I'm used to. I will be giving several categories a go, many of which I haven't ever written in before, or in some cases even thought about. I hope you enjoy the experiment! --- Part 2: Paranoia and pregnancy tests I felt sick, I thought I was going to puke. Rushing for the bathroom, I ignored Michael's inquiry about Sarah's whereabouts, not wanting to wonder how tired she must have felt after today, not wanting to think about how drunk my cousin could get, or how unused to alcohol my little sister was, or how similar my aunt was in shape to her daughter...this couldn't be happening, it just couldn't! Not today! NOT EVER!!! I pushed open the doors into the lobby and stopped dead, hearing my name being called from behind me. "Will? Oh, there you are darling...could you give us a hand? Mummy is a little wobbly..." I feared the worst...so many white roses... With dread building in my stomach, I turned around to face my mother. She was leaning on the railing of the staircase that led to the rooms upstairs, a tissue in one hand and a tear on her cheek. I immediately rushed to her and she took my arm, leaning on me now, and with a sob she wiped her tears away. "I'm sorry baby, I just can't believe my little Sarah is married. You're all so grown up now," she said, turning to look up at me with a smile on her face. I couldn't do more than nod and hold her up, I was too afraid of blurting out something incriminating. "Well," she said, tucking her tissue away, "time to get back out there, we need to take some group photos I think!" She hitched her dress straps firmly onto her shoulders, and that was when I saw it. Her rose. It was still in place. I almost collapsed from the sheer release of tension in my body. I barely heard my mother as she told me to get my ass in there and smile for the camera, and followed her without question. --- As it turns out, I have a much higher drinking limit when I only open my mouth to down a beer rather than talk. Of course, it was a wedding, which meant I was drinking rather than talking a lot. No surprise then when I woke up the next morning with the biggest hangover of my life – seriously, even my own wedding day years later failed to compare to the sheer memory of it! I wasn't entirely alone in my brain-thumping misery on the way home. While Dad seemed fine and Taylor wasn't really affected either, Mum was much worse for wear, and Jaimi...I don't know how much she had but she wasn't looking at anyone or saying anything at all. She just sat quietly next to me in the back seat, with her arms crossed and her jumper hood pulled over her head. My guess was she regretted trying too keep up with Lucy's drinking. Jaimi loved her sports, and her fitness and running and all that, and her competitive streak tended to get the better of her sometimes. When we got home she headed straight for her room while Dad and I got the bags out of the car. It should have annoyed me but I was honestly too wrapped up in my own thoughts, and too afraid to even speak to her. "Could you take Jaimi's things up to her Will?" asked Dad. With my worst fears foremost in my mind I pulled my own case out and trudged up the stairs to dump my things in my room, then knocked on Jaimi's door. "Uhh, Jaimi? I've got your bag here," I said, trying to sound normal while wanting to be anywhere but near her room. I heard movement and the door opened to a sullen faced Jaimi, wearing nothing but her skin tight running shorts and a singlet – an attire I was used to, but which nonetheless sent my mind into overload – who took the bag and muttered an embarrassed "thanks" and shut the door, all without even looking me in the eye. Now I wasn't exactly in a talkative mood either, but Jaimi was always polite, respectful and easy going at home, so the fact that she was actively avoiding contact with us and seemed as guilt-ridden as me was far from normal. She hardly spoke over our rushed dinner, and disappeared into her room without even saying goodnight to me or my parents. So naturally as I went to bed that night I was kept awake wondering, with a horribly detailed imagination, just where my little sister had ended up after getting drunk at the wedding. --- It had now been a week since we got home from the wedding, yet I had hardly slept more than a few hours in total. I couldn't do it, I just tossed and turned all night and what little shut-eye I got ended in a lurching wake full of fear and shame. After dinner I would play games, do some reading for the second half of my university semester or do as much physical activity as possible in my room, and when all that failed I still couldn't sleep. I knew I had to get some rest somehow; the holidays were wrapping up and everything would go back to normal soon. Eventually I ran out of energy and spent most of my time moping about in my room, too tired to do anything but think and cringe. Jaimi, on the other hand, seemed determined to avoid staying home at all, ducking off without a word of warning in the morning and barely making it home in time for dinner that night. She looked tired in those fleeting moments when we saw her. It was more than a little worrying; her behaviour was one of avoidance and discomfort, something we weren't used to seeing in easygoing, full of smiles Jaimi. My fears had grown in that week, and I really wasn't thinking straight. Most of the time I lay awake thinking if I curled up into a tight enough ball I would either explode or wake up and find this was all a bad dream. My journey, the one that started with that fateful wedding day, was about to crank up a notch. Having tossed and turned all night yet again I came down for breakfast early the next morning and found Mum getting ready for work. "Hi sweetie, I'm sorry to do this but I wanted to ask if you could take care of the laundry for me today," she asked. "I know you'll probably be busy but our things from the wedding really need washing." I nodded and went back upstairs, gathering my own clothes in a basket before knocking reluctantly on Jaimi's door. I got no answer, so I went to check the hamper in the bathroom we shared and almost got hit by the door flinging open, revealing a tired, harassed-looking Jaimi. She had obviously just gotten up, still wearing her sleeping shirt and shorts, and no bra – which wouldn't have been so bad had it not been a bit cold, and had my mind not been so preoccupied with the possibility of me having fucked her a week ago. Her breasts were a reasonable size, and unlike when she wore her sports bras, right now they were pressing heavily on her tight t-shirt. "Umm, washing?" I said, trying not to think sinful things. "Oh, yeah, it's in there," she replied, marching off and going downstairs without looking at me. I went in and picked up the hamper, seeing it full of her clothes and emptying it into my basket. Even as tired as I was my mind was always thinking when I don't want it to, so naturally I wondered what had gotten her so worked up, and looked around the bathroom, my eyes falling on the bin beside the sink. I don't know what drew me to it, but I leaned over and looked inside, seeing some bunched up tissues...and something else. With a lurch in my stomach I reached into the bin and pulled out a short, white stick. A pregnancy test? I'd never seen one before but they weren't exactly a mystery to understand. Turning it over I saw two little screens, and that's when my morning went from bad to worse. In the middle of one screen was a blue line, and on the second screen, faint but there, was a second blue line. Oh my God. I couldn't believe what I was seeing. But then out of the corner of my eye, I spied the top of the laundry pile, and underneath the first things that had been put into it a week ago – the jumper and shirt Jaimi had worn on the way home from the wedding – I saw a pair of lacy, red panties. No, it couldn't be. Red is a popular colour, right? With a trembling hand I picked them out of the pile and sat down on the toilet, holding my sister's red underwear in one hand and her pregnancy test in the other, my mind beginning to envision a pair of athletic legs underneath a dress as I peeled the panties aside...no! I can't believe it! I won't believe it! But with the worst timing, voices from downstairs all but confirmed my fears. "Morning, Jaimi, could you please bring out your dress and rose today? I need to get them wrapped and stored soon, it's been several days now." "All right, Mum, I told you I'd get them!" "Well, you'd better not have lost or damaged anything, Miss Grumpy, it's not every day your sister gets married!" I dropped everything. That was it then, the evidence was all there – the test, the underwear, her guilty attitude over the past few days...and it sounded like she had no idea where here rose was...or didn't want to tell Mum she'd lost it somehow. This was absolute rock bottom. The truth was staring me in the face. I'd fucked my younger sister, AND she was pregnant. If it had been possible at some point for me to confront her before, it sure wasn't now. In a daze, my life spiralling out of control, I wandered back to my room, shut the door and fell face first on the bed. I'm not sure if I was trying to smother myself or if my brain just disconnected, but somehow I drifted into the second most memorable sleep of my life. --- It was dark. I couldn't see anything, but I knew where I wanted to go. I couldn't feel, or smell, or hear anything, but I knew exactly what I wanted to do. Like a light bulb in a darkened room I saw it, a pair of thin, red panties on the floor. I drew energy from them, but I craved more. beyond the underwear lay a pair of black running shorts. I followed them. "...Will...here..." came a voice. Then I saw it. At last, what I desired more than anything, what I needed to touch, to hold, to taste – a pair of shapely, smooth legs underneath a blue dress, a bridesmaids dress. Jaimi. "Come here, Will...I need it again..." she whispered, holding out her hands. I took them, and instantly she was lying back, her dress up around her waist, and I was running my hands through her hair as her nails gripped my shoulders. I wanted her. She wanted me more. "Oh please, Will...don't make me wait..." I didn't any longer. Jaimi's knees parted and I felt the warm, slippery touch of her wet pussy folds on the head of my cock, she was shivering, waiting for me to enter her. I looked down and salivated at the sight of her pussy, trimmed, soft brown hair covering her mound. Soft hands grabbed me, pulled at me, begged me, and I slipped in, my hands feeling her breasts as the top of her dress came down. They were round, fitting beautifully in my hands, and her nipples were rock hard under my fingertips. Jaimi's head went back as I thrust into her, her athletic arms wrapping around me and burying my head against her neck, her breasts pushed against me. My own hands slid down to her perfect ass, fingers gliding over the little hickey I had left there...when was it? It was so familiar to me, almost like an extension of my body. I thrust in again and again, holding her perfect little ass, our hips slapping together and her thighs rubbing against me as I fucked her once more. "It should always be this way, Will..." she said, nuzzling the top of my head with her cheek, "...you inside me...forever...forever..." her hands gripped me tighter as I thrust harder, my cock sliding in and out of her dripping wet folds over and over. She moaned and shook as her orgasm began to take over, the room beginning to vibrate with our lovemaking. It was exactly that, that was why my cock was in this tight pink pussy. It needed to be. Jaimi dug her nails in and whispered in my ear, her breath quickening as I pounded her faster and faster. "...forever, forever, forever, forever...Forever! Forever!! Forever!!! foreverforeverforeverforeverforever!!!!!...FOREVER!" With a grunt she dragged her nails back and I felt my cock drive further inside her, going deep and hard. Jaimi let out a growl and with a painful jerk she slammed me on my back. Now Jaimi was riding me hard, her dress turning into an enormous white bridal gown that sat in a bunch around her waist, her breasts free and her hands on my chest. Her eyes were full of hunger and fury, and she rocked back and forth like a woman possessed. I could feel her pussy rubbing against me as I trembled with pleasure and lust. She knew I was close, her hips moved like magic across my lap, like she could sense the build up I could feel in the base of my cock. I needed to cum. It would make everything perfect, it was what we both wanted, and I had to do it inside her. "Forever, Will," she said to me, "we will remember this FOREVER." Suddenly it was all too much and she threw her mouth open with a howl as I felt my cum shooting like a torrent up into her, filling her pussy as my cock pulsed hard. Almost instantly I wanted to stop, but now I couldn't. I was cumming, and I wasn't going to stop until she was full. Jaimi threw her head back with a smile on her face, full of satisfaction. "Mmmmmmm...forever..." she moaned, her back arched, grinding on my spurting cock. my hands slid up her perfect thighs to her waist, trying to pry her off gently, but her hands gripped mine, pinning them to her sides. She sat as far down on my cock as she could and I could tell I would go no deeper than this, each moment more cum spilling all over her insides. Her hands moved mine up her waist and onto the outside of her dress, resting on her belly...which was beginning to feel tight. Very tight. Jaimi tilted her head down again, relishing the pleasure as she closed her eyes and rode my cock. I could feel her belly growing now, only slightly but on a slender girl like her I knew it was happening. Jaimi was filling up, her belly swelling...full of my incestuous seed. "Oh God, Will, it's in me...it will always be in me..." I tried to pull my hands away but they were stuck, stuck to her dress material and her inflating stomach. With a rip I saw the seams go and suddenly her belly button burst forward, the bride's dress evaporating completely to reveal a fully naked Jaimi, in all her glory, holding my hands to her enormous belly, her hair streaming back as she laughed and groaned with sexual pleasure. I could feel others now...a presence around me. Friends and family, people I knew but couldn't see, names nonexistent and faces that filled me with fear...fear of being known. I couldn't be here, my cock in my sister, watching her fill up with my cum. I struggled but we were on a mound in the middle of them all, their invisible eyes seeing, knowing. "...Jaimi..." they called, and she smiled, holding her belly gently with one hand and taking one of mine in the other, holding it as a proud lover does. My other hand was glued to her belly, it wouldn't move, and still my cock sent jets of cum into my sister's tight little pussy, inflating her belly. She was as big as she could be now, just her stomach, expanding out as though full... "...Who is the father, Jaimi..." they called, I was right there, naked, buried deep in my little sister, but everyone asked. My cock shuddered and this pregnant girl perched on top of me rocked with the force of my cum. Jaimi's hand rubbed her belly tenderly, lovingly, her other hand holding mine with barely any effort yet preventing me from leaving. She caressed the back of my hand with her thumb, so sweetly it was like we were being married right then and there, yet it was invasive. I felt as though I was wrapped around her in a passionate, very non-brotherly kiss, pure white bedsheets so tightly twisted around us from our lovemaking that our naked bodies would press against each other forever, hands roaming each other's skin as if our raw, pure unbridled sex could not be considered getting close enough. "...who is it, Jaimi...who is the father...tell us...who's the father Jaimi...tell us Jaimi...WHO IS THE FATHER..." My cock pulsed, I felt an enormous amount of cum shoot into my sister's pussy...she gasped, reeled, tugging on me, taking more, heat washed over my cock, heat from her, it smothered me, I couldn't breathe, all I could see was her belly, and I knew what was inside it. "...who is the father, Jaimi?" She was nine months pregnant, her hand clasped mine, wedding rings appeared, I felt a tiny heartbeat. She looked down at me, her eyes open. She gazed at my naked soul. "Will." --- "Will? Will?? Will are you awake? Do you have a minute? Please Will, there's something I need to talk to you about." My eyes opened, my hand reaching for empty space but still feeling...something. I rolled over and immediately realised it was way too hot to be seven in the morning still...I was sweaty, panting, my chest felt like someone had TNT'd the place and my heart was trying to headbutt it's way out of the wreckage. But I was awake. "Y-yeah, yeah I'm here," I called out, still adjusting to being able to move. I then looked down and had to stifle the awkward and shame-inducing boner from my lingering exuberant dream. "Ok, can I talk to you please?" she said. "It's really important..." I told her I'd come right out – poor choice of words – and heard her leaving. I shifted around and found my phone next to me, with a message flashing on the screen. I picked it up and read: hey Will its Megan, how r u??? :D havent heard much from u guys since the wedding, but wanted to talk to u, i know u seemed a little down & the truth is i was as well...can we meet for coffee? im free tomorrow if u r. Cya! :) Well, whatever that was about I had a feeling it would be changed by what was going to happen next. I shook my head in a last ditch effort to forget the horrifying sexual encounter with Pregnant Jaimi and got up, checked that my boner was relatively hidden before approaching Jaimi's door with a still rapidly beating heart. It wasn't fully closed, so I pushed it open and stepped inside. I saw her sitting on her bed in her tank top and shorts. She had a sports bra on, so at least she was keeping everything in place, unlike earlier today. My sister, the girl I was about to father a child with, who I'd slept with at a family wedding. Well...this is it. I closed the door and sat down on the edge of the bed next to her, waiting for something to happen. "Mum's gone to work...it's just us," she said. I'm guessing she said it to make me feel better; given we were in her room, sitting on her bed together with lingering images of fucking her senseless running through my mind, I ended up feeling a lot worse. We had hardly been alone together for the past week or so, unless you counted the wedding...I guess now I had to. I couldn't touch her, I couldn't look at her. We sat in silence. When I did finally look up, the first thing I saw was her hand, resting on her thigh, and I trembled at the thought of a wedding ring appearing there, shackling to my sister to announce to the world that we'd had sex like someone's twisted version of marriage. It threatened to ruin all the romance and love I believed in. Jaimi stayed silent, fidgeting and looking at her feet. She looked as torn up as I felt inside, and she wouldn't look me in the eye. Finally, she spoke. "It's about the wedding, well, after the ceremony, I mean." So this was how it all came together, we had to admit to it. "I was drinking with Lucy, it didn't seem that bad really. I...I got really drunk, I don't even know what it was but...something happened." At last she looked up at me. Her eyes were full of pain, hurt and confusion. I'd never seen her so ashamed and so distraught. I don't think I'd ever been so ashamed either. And yet I still couldn't get up the courage to say it out loud, but one way or another I had to say something to reassure her. I was going to promise never to touch her, to let the memory fade and never let it re-enter my mind. I would promise to care for her, and the child, as an uncle only if I had to. I would weather the insults, the shame, the family embarrassment, or go along with whatever story she wanted to tell. Even if the damage was done and I'd gotten my little sister pregnant, I'd promise to never, ever hurt her again. The White Rose Crisis Ch. 02 "Jaimi, I don't know what I'm doing, but I'm here for you, and...and I'll be there when we tell Mum, and I'll help you with the baby, and I promise I'll never..." "Woah," said Jaimi, putting her hands up. "What are you talking about, what baby? Tell Mum what exactly?" Now it was my turn to be confused. "Uhh, you're pregnant, right?" "WHAT?!?" Her scream nearly burst my eardrum. Jaimi seemed to tower over me. I felt so unbelievably horrible. First I'd cum in her bareback, now I'd invaded her privacy again! I had never wanted to do either one! "Y-y-your pregnancy test, that's what the blue line means, right? I found it in the bathroom, I'm sorry Jaimi, I swear I didn't mean to..." but my drunk sex apology would have to wait, because she grabbed a box off her dresser and ran out the door. I heard a door slam so I got up to follow her, fearing the worst, but then I heard a hissing noise coming from the bathroom and realised uncomfortably that all she was doing was peeing on another stick, while I listened like the pervert I must be. I stepped back into her room and tried to calm down, to breathe. It could never have worked. When the noise stopped and I heard her open the door I came out into the hallway to face my sister. She was staring intently at the small white pregnancy test in her hands, similar but not identical to the first one. I approached her again with the intention of saying something – anything to clear my mind. "Jaimi, it was an accident, I...God, I don't know, I just..." but she held up an angry finger, her eyes glued to the screen. A minute or two passed in silence, just the two of us standing in the hall, waiting to know if there was an incestuous child in our future. After another minute, Jaimi's face changed from stern to drained, then exhausted, and her hand lowered slowly to her side. Without a word she walked past me back into her room, and with a deep breath I followed her. She was sitting on her bed, holding what I'm guessing was the box for the original test in one hand and her new test in the other. I sat down beside her, and as I did she turned to me with a confused look on her face. "Why did you say I was pregnant?" Well, that certainly wasn't what I was expecting. "Umm, I saw your other test, and it had a..." "Show me." Feeling confused now, I got up and went to the bathroom, finding the other test hiding underneath the shower curtain near where I had dropped it and bringing it back to her, almost losing a finger as Jaimi snatched the stick from me. I sat down again and Jaimi handed me the new test. I looked down and found another set of screens, but only one had a line in it, this time a pink one. "Blue tests apparently offer false readings sometimes," she said matter-of-factly, looking from the box to the test. "There's plenty of reasons, it differs for each one, but it showed nothing for me, and apparently with some tests if you leave them for a while sometimes lines develop...I think. All I know is you're supposed to read them fresh and test with a pink one if you're unsure." My head spun. "So, you're not pregnant?" She shook her head. "No, no I'm not..." But she was still upset. I guess she had every right to be, plus I just told her I was going through her trash. I still had to talk it through. "I didn't mean to interfere, Jaimi, I was thinking about the wedding and I saw..." but I stopped, because she had begun to tear up now and I realised now wasn't the time. I put my arm around her and she started sobbing into my chest. "I'm sorry, Jaimi, I'm so sorry," I mumbled, trying not to cry myself. How do things like this happen? "Everything is so messed up," she said. "I don't even know why I did it, how could I be so stupid?!" Her skin was warm and I pulled her closer, rubbing her bare arm, feeling her soft hair on my cheek as I held her. "I wish I could somehow undo what happened," I said. "So stupid!" she wailed. "A stupid risk for a stupid screw...I was at a wedding! What kind of person fucks around at a wedding!" Now I felt a little awkward. I mean, I wasn't entirely alone in this situation. With a sob and a sniffle she sat up and grabbed a tissue from beside her bed, wiping her face before turning to me. "I snuck away, when Lucy and I were so drunk we could barely stand. There was this guy...I think he was one of Michael's friends, tall, tan, long hair..." ...wait, what? "You, you snuck away where, exactly?" I can't begin to describe what this kind of confusion does to a person. I'm pretty sure I'll die a few years earlier than expected from it. "Down by the lake, past the restaurant next to the wedding reception." She sniffed again and calmed herself. "He was drunk too, I know he didn't take advantage of me or anything, but...jeez, Will, I didn't even ask for a condom! I just..." – she threw her arms up in the air – "...spread my ankles and said 'quick!' It wasn't special or fun or anything, we just fucked!" She dropped her hands and looked at me, blushing a bit at her over-exaggerated storytelling. She hung her head and wiped her tears again. "I'm sorry, Will. It's just – it's so hard not having Sarah around, a text or phone call away, to talk to about this stuff. Lucy wouldn't understand," she said sadly. "And you're my big brother. I didn't know how to tell you, or even if I could tell you, I didn't want you to be ashamed of me. I was already so ashamed of myself." I felt terrible for her now. Jaimi, the little hard worker, the one who got good grades and deserved them, who always went out of her way for others, was looking to ME for support. My mind cleared, not just because I knew something had changed but because I realised what I thought had happened the wedding day was about more than me...it would have been about her too. "Yes, Jaimi, I am your big brother," I said to her, "and I'll never be ashamed of you. You act with such confidence and surety, and you always make Sarah and I feel so proud of you, it feels like you've got everything going how you want it to go." I put my arm around her shoulders and she put her arms around my waist, leaning her head on my shoulder. "I guess we sometimes forget how young you are, or that we all make mistakes from time to time. It was risky, I won't lie to you. But you got through it, and you know we will always be here for you." "I know you will," she said, holding me tightly, the same way she used to do when a thunderstorm was overhead. The memory came out of nowhere but I embraced the closeness it reminded me of. "Does this have something to do with your dress, then?" I asked, not wanting to probe too much into something that was only relevant because I'd been worried about her white rose. She blushed and looked away again. "Well...I wanted to get it washed first," she said. "I mean, before Mum saw it. I got some...dirt on it from the bushes." She blushed and I wondered how no one noticed dark soil stains between her hook up and the end of the night. She somehow read my mind, because she looked right into my eyes and a barrier broke inside her. "Ok it was cum stains, alright? He started to...go...and I told him not to, as in not in me. So he, he pulled out and did the rest...somewhere else." She blushed more and I started to feel embarrassed to be hearing it. I couldn't even begin to imagine how embarrassed she must have been telling me this. Filling in for Sarah was going to be hard work. "I sort of got a little on the rose too...covering the stain I mean." The rose was attached to her dress straps, so it didn't take a genius to work out where her guy had decided to 'go' if her stain was all the way up there. Trying to wash her face and re-do make up would have been hard enough without being blind drunk as well. "Mum doesn't need to know," I said to her. Her face changed from embarrassment to relief and she hugged me again, a tear running down her cheek. "There's plenty of ways to loose washing. Just get it back soon ok?" "Thanks, Will." She said, kissing my cheek. Somehow I knew things were far from over, but right now, here, in her room, I loved my little sister more than I loved anyone. I held her close as she sobbed quietly, and we stayed like that for God knows how long. All I know is when I woke up, we were on her bed, the sheets half draped over her legs and she was in my arms. Her breasts were pushed quite obviously against me, and our legs had intertwined so that our private parts were rubbing against each other's thigh. It was hot, it was sweaty, and yes it was awkward, but it was a position of shared exhaustion, warmth and comfort after what had been an emotionally twisted morning. Honestly it couldn't have been further from my dream; she woke up and looked at me, I looked right back, and I loved her and I knew she was my sister, nothing more. "Ummm, I kind of need to go to the toilet," she said, straight-faced and deadpan. That definitely broke the ice. We sat up at almost the same time – delicately, so as not to intensify any undignified contact – rubbing stiff limbs and scratching at imprints from each other, smiling sheepishly and simply ignoring the embarrassment like two adults. "Remember when we used to have cubby cuddles?" she said, thinking way back to our younger years. I smiled at the memory; apart from the boobs, the boner and the fact that sex had been our last topic of discussion, it was pretty much like the old days. It seems wrong but I didn't feel as bad about going half-mast now as I did when I thought we'd slept together. "Kinda miss Sarah telling us stories though," I said, and when she laughed it was music to my ears. I went to her door and she gave me a hug. "Thanks for being my big brother, Will." She said. "I know I can talk to you about anything." I smiled and she smiled back. We went into the hallway together and split up – me heading downstairs for a drink, her for the bathroom. "Anytime," I said back. "Someone has to fill in for Sarah." Jaimi smiled her dazzling smile. "Well it won't be Lucy that's for sure, I don't think she would be very sympathetic to these sorts of plights. It didn't even surprise me when she said she got laid at the wedding too!" Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh............crap. Next time: the incest investigation intensifies...or continues, if you don't like that many I's --- Well, there it is: a VERY different kind of story than I'm used to writing, and for a different audience too! I will be adding other stories in different categories really soon, but in the meantime if you liked this one you are welcome to send me some feedback. The White Rose Crisis Ch. 03 Note from the Author: as this story is part of an extended narrative, I suggest first reading parts one and two. Also I will admit the incest in this part is slightly lessened, but the interaction is an important step towards the final parts in the story. Thanks for giving it a read. - Part 3: Investigating incest "Will! Did you move my shoes???" "Your shoes are in the laundry, they smell bad and I didn't think we needed to be subjected to that." Jaimi retrieved her missing shoes and made a face at me. "Well that was nice of you, except the part where your shoes smell worse than mine. But it's the thought that counts." I smiled as she sat down to tie her laces, getting up to put my breakfast bowl in the sink. As I passed her I ruffled her hair playfully, smiling more as she tried to slap my hand away. Mum found it all very amusing. "Well, you two certainly are getting along better aren't you?" she noted. Jaimi winked at me and I winked back. It was true, in the 2 days since the confrontation with my sister we had found a new kind of relationship forming between us, and it was definitely friendlier than what we had before. "Well, I'm off to work. Are you getting a lift with me Jaimi?" Mum asked. My little sister quickly got up and followed Mum to the door, grabbing her gym bag on the way. "Hope you don't stink out the locker room with your shoes!" I called out. She turned and stuck her tongue out at me. "Don't get too comfortable, I think it's time you crawled off the couch and got out more!" she replied, winking at me again. I was still trying to work out what she meant when the door closed and they were gone. After finishing up in the kitchen I headed upstairs to my room, pondering the events which had led to this happy new life with my sister. I had seen myself as a monster. I thought I had gotten her pregnant, and almost blurted out an apology for having sex with her while completely drunk at my older sister Sarah's wedding, when in actual fact she was no where near me at the time. I had been paranoid, and it very nearly got the better of me. But we talked about her troubles instead, and things were fine between us now, so I decided from then on I would need to be much more careful. To that end, I had a plan. In a small box underneath my bed, between my spare runners and lecture notes from last semester's bioanthropology class, sat the clues I had collected about the mystery girl at the wedding. One of those clues was a list of things I remembered from our sexual encounter in the bedroom: red underwear soft long(ish) hair - straight? Wavy? bright nails? breasts - not as small as Meghan's, larger pubic hair - short, trimmed, dark colour missing rose The box also contained the white fabric rose from the wedding that had fallen off my girl's dress, as well as several printed photos. I'd started gathering USB drives and memory cards from everyone who had taken photos at the wedding, downloading anything relevant and going through one by one examining them for information. I'd only spoken to a few people so far and had lots more to collect; I could only hope that the gaps in the night would be filled by a well-timed picture, but there was no way of knowing until I saw everything. One of the photos I printed out showed all of the girls in the bridal party and one or two others, differentiated by their dark or light blue dresses and the presence of the roses. It was taken at the start of the night, and it showed white roses on my sister Sarah - the bride in her white gown - her bridesmaids Jaimi, my other sister, Lucy, my cousin, and Meghan our childhood friend, in their light blue matching dresses, and Mum, Auntie Ellie, my other young cousin Amy and Jaimi's friend Taylor in slightly darker blue dresses. These were my potential girls. Four of them - Taylor, Amy, Mum, and Jaimi - had crosses in red marker on their dresses, showing I had eliminated them as possibilities. Mum and Taylor both had their roses at the wedding not long after I left the bedroom, as did Amy - not that I had considered her an actual possibility anyway, since she was only an 8th grader and had been stuck downstairs all night. Jaimi had produced her dress and rose for Mum a day after our talk, stain free, which further convinced me that we hadn't had sex. Meghan I was fairly sure hadn't been in the room - a fact which didn't make me feel any less uncomfortable - as her body was different enough from the others that I figured I would probably have been able to feel that it wasn't her. With only vague drunken guesswork to go on, though, I decided I couldn't completely rule her out, so as a technical possibility I had left her uncrossed. The other three options were Sarah, Auntie Ellie and Lucy. Lucy. I held up a photo I had just downloaded off of a memory card one of my uncles gave me that showed Lucy, Jaimi and a few other girls at a table. I wasn't sure but it looked later in the day, some time after I had been upstairs. They were all laughing and having a good time - I thought I could see Jaimi fidgeting with her rose, so it was probably after her own drunken fuck, which I still couldn't get out of my head for some reason - and there was a drink in everyone's hand. My eyes were on Lucy, though. By now everyone had let their hair down, literally and figuratively, and hers was slightly messed up. She was reasonably red in the face, and there on her chest...no rose. I wasn't happy about the chances of my having committed incest, but both before and after I realised it might have happened I had admitted to myself at least once that my cousin Lucy was sexy. All my guy friends were after her, and some of the girls too, not that she was giving in to their advances. She had a way of flaunting her body without coming across as slutty or anything - she often dressed quite casually, and her outfits never went as short and skimpy as those of other girls her age. I kind of liked that about both her and Meghan. I'm a simple guy to please, and they both enjoyed having a good time but never at the expense of their dignity. Lucy was definitely more of a free spirit though, the kind of girl who would occasionally blurt out something sexual she had gotten up to or was into and shrug off the amazed eyes of her male friends... My phone going off snapped me out of my thoughts and I answered it automatically. "Hello, this is Will." "Hey, it's Meghan." My eyes popped open and I dropped the photos. Somehow I felt dirty even holding them while talking to her. "Oh hey Meghan, yeah, what's up?" "I haven't heard from you in a while, how are you?" I knew she had spoken to Jaimi, so this wasn't a general family call. "I'm alright, lots to do before uni goes back, you know. How 'bout you?" "Yeah, pretty busy. Lots to do." There was a pause. "Did you get my message?" Her message...free for coffee. The day after talking to Jaimi I had started playing detective and completely forgot. "Yeah, yeah sorry I got caught up doing stuff, I totally forgot about that. Didn't mean to leave you hanging." "Oh no, that's alright, you didn't, it was only if you were free." She sounded slightly flustered now. "I was, well I mean I thought I was I just, yeah, got caught up," I finished lamely. You already said that dumbass. "I'll make it up to you, it'd be nice to have coffee before things properly pick up again." "You could make up to me now, if you like?" she said quietly. That was a different tone of voice to what I was used to hearing. Was she...asking me out? "Hello?" "Yes, yes I'm here." "You have something else on, I'm sorry, it's cool." "No! I mean - no, I'm not busy. Where would you like to go?" "Well, we could meet up at the shops first, then decide? I heard the northside shopping centre looks good after the renovations." "Sure, but maybe give me maybe half an hour to have a shower and get moving." "Ok great, I'll see you there. Bye!" She sounded a lot perkier, I couldn't help but smile at that as I put my phone down and turned back to the photos. The last few weeks had been really rough on her. She'd been depressed and Sarah mentioned that she hadn't been sleeping well. Considering all that, this was actually a very cheerful mood. I wondered if the meeting could mean what I thought it might. All these years and I don't think either of us had seriously considered hanging out as anything more than friends, for no real reason either. Even if I was only thinking of the word "date", it would still make this something special. I packed up the photos and put the list of clues back into the box, looking one last time at the one of Lucy. Jaimi said she had hooked up with someone, but so far I hadn't seen her getting particularly close to any guys whatsoever. She had spent most of the night with the girls getting tipsy, and unless I could find a photo showing her taking interest in another guy I was more than a little worried. Her boobs were big, she was appropriately drunk and I could imagine her being into quickies, even at weddings. I shook my head and put the photo with the others, sliding the box back under my bed and heading for the bathroom. A break is what I needed. Too much stress and I could start getting paranoid again. - I pulled into the carpark of the northside shops, running just a few minutes over time. I felt nervous for a number of reasons, partly because this sort of opportunity had never previously presented itself. Being a guy I had of course thought about Meghan before - I'd have to be a little absent-minded not to - but this was the first time in our later years we had both been commitment-free, and weddings to tend to make people think about their own futures. Having spent a fair amount of time around each other leading up to the big day, not seeing each other for more than a week afterwards felt quite strange, and it was only now that I was beginning to gain control over the turmoil my emotions had gone through that it had become apparent to me. I quickly promised myself I would do right by both of us and put recent events out of my mind to just enjoy our time together. As I locked the car my phone buzzed with a new message: hey did u want to meet at coffee guild? ill be waiting outside ;) I smiled and quickly replied. She certainly seemed much perkier than before the wedding. Sarah hadn't specified what her issue was, only that it was mostly to do with her previous relationship and subsequent fallout. This will be good for the both of us, I thought to myself, and headed inside to meet her. When I reached Coffee Guild there she was, waiting for me. Meghan wore plain blue jeans and green runners with a small dark maroon hoodie that seemed to hug her slim form, her hands tucked deep into the pockets. Her brown hair which usually fell below her shoulders looked like it had been cut a little shorter and was tied back in a small modest ponytail, and she wore a dark grey scarf around her neck against the cold. When she saw me she pulled a woollen gloved hand out of one pocket and waved, smiling at me. I couldn't help but smile back at her; if there's one thing I always loved about Meghan it's how cute she looks in even the simplest outfit, her hazel eyes glowing from behind her glasses. "Hey," she said as I approached her. "I'm actually a little hungry so I thought maybe we could have some lunch." "Sure, I could eat. Are you happy to eat here?" she nodded and we went in to find a spot. It was fairly packed but we managed to find a pair of seats at a small table in the corner, so Meghan sat down and held the table while I went up and ordered a few sandwiches and coffees. I looked over while I waited in line and she was sitting happily at our table for two, and once again I couldn't help but notice how good her mood was. Whatever problems had been troubling her may have passed, but secretly I hoped it was because she was out with me right now instead of home alone. We chatted for a while, just catching up and talking. She told me her progress at work and university and I genuinely took an interest. I made the occasional joke and she genuinely laughed. Things were fine between us, and I was having a good time. Then as we got to the end of our drinks she took a breath and closed up a little, the way she does when she is feeling shy. "So I've been thinking," she said. "And you're alright?" I replied. She smacked my hand and smiled, but she was clearly nervous. "Yes I am, thankyou very much. Well, I actually did some thinking a while ago, and at the wedding I sort of made a decision." I tried not to let the word 'wedding' trigger unpleasant memories. Instead I pictured Meghan the way she was, wearing her gorgeous blue dress, sitting at a table alone. I had wanted to go over to her, but I never did. Was that going to affect this talk? "What is it, Meghan? You know you can talk to me about anything." she looked up at me and a small smile spread across her lips. It made me feel a lot better. "When I broke up with Dan, I got really depressed, for a number of reasons. I was glad to have you and Sarah and everyone else there for me," she said. "I spent a lot of time alone, and I realized I've been doing some consistent things in my relationships. Stupid things, or at least, some pretty not smart things. I knew I had to change somehow." She fiddled with her mug. "In a way, though, even though I've been fairly miserable, I feel like the timing worked out really well, because I was the happiest I'd been in a long time watching Sarah get married." She looked up at me to see if I was still following. I was listening more intently than I'd ever done so before. She looked back down into her half empty mug. "I guess you're wondering why I'm telling you this. Where I'm going with this is that there's something I want to try. I've decided that I want to do things differently, and...well, I don't want this to come across as just because the timing is right, but I've missed enough chances in this lifetime to let another one get away." With this she looked up at me again and this time she wasn't holding anything back. I could see her interest there, the same interest I had known would exist as adults, having grown up as friends. It wasn't passionate or strong yet, but it was there. "I know how I feel, how I've felt for a while now, and I don't know if you know what I'm talking about, but I think you do. I guess what I'm saying is...I love you as a friend, Will. We've been together for a long time now, all of us, but I know there's always been a chance for something else there, something neither of us has acted on, for whatever reason, and it's been great even still. But, well...I want to act on it now," she finished, biting her lip. I felt guilty all of a sudden. I realized she was only hoping that I felt the same way she did. I had no idea my feelings had been so hidden all this time, and now after everything she'd been through it was her taking the emotional gamble. "So," I said, feeling an urge to confirm my interest and take her fear away. "How do we avoid ruining the friendship we have, if we are trying for more?" Her face lit up, realising I was prepared to take this chance with her. I had grown up with this girl as a close friend, and now we were going to try something a little different. "To put it simply, I want to take things slow. I know we already know almost everything about one another, but I think if we take our time getting to know each other in this new way, it might work. It's going to be a little strange at first," she said, smiling shyly at me, "for me, anyway." I couldn't help but agree that it would take a bit of getting used to. "Ok," I said, raising my cup. "To taking it slow?" Meghan smiled, lifting her own. "To taking it slow." We touched mugs and sipped the last of our coffee, a smile on each of our faces. - "You know, I've never really had a good relationship," said Meghan. We were wandering the bookstore, looking for a missing book from her collection. "Things always move too fast and get too complicated before I want them to, and I make decisions based on someone else's actions instead of my own. What's worse is that I've ruined a lot of friendships that way," she finished, biting her lip. "I know what you're saying," I replied. "But I think it'll be different. We've known each other for a long time. There's a lot to our friendship, and I think as long as we are honest with each other then we will be just fine." She nodded, looking a little relieved. We ended up heading to the movies, some comedy about old actors playing retirees reuniting among casinos and bars for one last hurrah. It wasn't a bad movie really, but my mind was on other things. What would it be like actually dating Meghan? Would we act differently at home and with our friends and family? There was a lot of trust and love there, but was it the kind of love we were both after? My thoughts were interrupted by a new sensation. A small, warm hand slid its way into mine, giving me a gentle squeeze. I glanced over at Meghan. She was watching the movie, but she had a little smile on her face, the kind of smile I hadn't seen on her for a long time. - Meghan had work the next two days, so I didn't see her, but given our slow and steady approach that didn't seem like a bad thing. We met for another coffee after that, and again a few days later. In the meantime, I had amassed four more batches of photos from the wedding, but none of them showed much, just basic group photos of the ceremony and afterwards. I did notice a lot more of Lucy and Jaimi getting fairly drunk together in one collection, and even some of Taylor too, but nothing that told me where any of them had been. This was starting to get really frustrating. The more time that passed the more I worried about what I would do when I solved the puzzle, and how I was supposed to explain myself. I also thought about what the mystery girl might be doing. It had been a while since the wedding, and that couldn't be good. With no progress made I organised to meet Meghan, thinking I could justify getting out as a way to clear my head. She had just finished work in the city, so we found ourselves walking hand in hand along the new foreshore development area, where a series of cafés and restaurants had already cropped up, expecting more business to come as apartments were sold. It was a beautiful spot, with a nearby park that Meghan often came to on her lunch break. It was a normal day, and I had been enjoying spending more time with Meghan, especially with her hand in mine, but then I saw something that almost stopped me in my tracks. Taylor...and Lucy. They were sitting at a popular chocolate shop, talking quietly to each other, laughing every now and then and leaning in towards each other, conspiratorially. Lucy. She was still on my list, a contender for the mystery girl from the wedding. I knew I would have to check her off sooner or later, but seeing her chatting so easily with Taylor made me nervous. Taylor said she would never tell anyone about what we were planning on doing in the hotel room. She knew it would do no good since she was a lot younger than me and was both Jaimi's classmate and one of Sarah's students. On the other hand, Lucy was a very sexual girl, and if they got onto a topic something was bound to come up eventually. If Lucy figured out she had had drunk sex at the same time and place that Taylor was expecting to meet me, it would spell disaster. If it really was her, I had to tell her myself, and that meant getting evidence of the truth before she heard it from anyone else. "Everything ok?" Meghan asked. I turned back to her and nodded, smiling at her as I gave her hand a squeeze. She hadn't seen Lucy. The White Rose Crisis Ch. 03 "Yeah, sorry I'm fine," I replied. "Just a little tired...I haven't been sleeping well lately." I didn't tell her why. The truth was, I didn't think I ever would. If I could manage it she would never know what had happened. It was a secret I could keep for the sake of the family. "Well, how about we just head back to my place?" she suggested. "We don't have to stay out, and I'm not particularly hungry." I agreed, deciding that at least if we stayed indoors and watched a movie I wouldn't ruin any conversations by acting distant. I had been in her apartment before, and knew it wasn't much: it was fairly small for one thing, and it got a little too hot in the summer, but it was cheap, and the landlord was a very kind man who didn't give her any trouble. We got comfortable on the couch in her one open room and put on a movie, a semi-new action/adventure based on a popular novel. The author had only written like three books, but one of them had been turned into a movie starring a rugged Australian actor who was very well-known as an action star. Meghan and I had both seen it already, so we sat quietly, my arm around her shoulders, her head resting on my shoulder. Despite the peace, I was still in turmoil. I enjoyed the movie but Meghan kept glancing up at me, only for brief moments at a time but she knew I was troubled. That's the problem with people you've known for most of your life, they see more than you want them to. "You feel really tense," she said, rubbing my back when the movie ended. "Are you sure everything's alright?" "Yeah, I've just got a lot going on." "You know you can talk to me about things, right?" "I know, it's not like that. I'm glad I'm here though," I said, patting her knee gently. She smiled and sat up. "Well while you're here you need to get this tension out," she said, turning me slightly to the side and pressing her hands against my shoulder blades. "This can't be good for you." I protested but she shrugged me off, so I let her do her thing. She was good at massage, and even as I resisted I could feel her working spots on my back that felt tight or sore, gently kneading them with her fingers and palms. It did relax me, that's for sure. She worked her way up my back and rubbed my shoulders, releasing the stress and rubbing my neck gently. I felt her lift up off the couch slightly, then she settled in close behind me, her soft little hands reaching over my shoulders to wrap around my upper body, pressing her chest against my back and gently giving me a hug. "Thankyou for being here for me," I said. "I've always been here," she replied quietly. I don't know what caused it. Maybe it was stress. Maybe the lack of sleep. Maybe it was all the not-knowing that I had been dealing with. Maybe it was the biological urges I hadn't acted on - and had been suppressing - since accidentally sleeping with someone I shouldn't have. Or maybe it was just how long I had waited for this to happen deep down inside, but no matter what the cause I turned around, leaned in, gently cupped Meghan's cheek in my hand and kissed her lips. It wasn't hot or passionate, it was just a kiss, but it was a long kiss, and when she didn't break away it kept going, and when it finally did end another followed, softer this time, eliciting more of a response from her. She kissed me back, her eyes closed as she pressed her body against my chest and wrapped her arms around my neck. My thumb rubbed her cheek as I slowly pressed against her lips, feeling her give way as our mouths opened. After another minute of kissing she finally pulled away, not suddenly or quickly, just ending the kiss. Her eyes had been closed the whole time, but now she opened them and stared into mine, a little red in the cheeks. "Wow," she whispered. Whatever had driven me to do it was now replaced with a sense of attachment that had up until now been missing from my life. It was as though we had been friends before the kiss, and were something else after it. It wasn't just that there was no going back, or that we had taken a new step in our relationship, it was more than that. I didn't know what it was, but I liked it. I smiled. "You took the words out of my mouth," I whispered back. Meghan smiled at me and bit her lip, leaning in for another kiss. Our lips met again and this time there was a little heat there, not much, but enough to know that had we felt ready, we would have been heading for the bedroom. Neither of us wanted to rush though, so we stayed put, kissing tenderly for a few more minutes until she ended up lying on her back on the couch with me on top of her. We didn't go any further than a little petting and a bit of unavoidable grinding. When we finally did stop Meghan's hair was slightly messy and she gazed up at me through her glasses with a new look, one I'd never seen on her before. "Will...I'd really like it if we didn't go any further," she said quietly. She wasn't upset, in fact she seemed almost disappointed. "Ok, sure. I'm sorry." "No! Don't be, honestly...don't be," she said, blushing quite red and stroking my cheek. "I just don't want us to move from friends to, well, more than friends, too quickly, ok?" I nodded and kissed her lightly on the tip of her nose. She smiled up at me, definitely happy. I sat up and helped her up with me, straightening our clothes and glowing from the attention we'd been giving each other. Meghan's phone buzzed, and I took the time to check my own for the message that had come in earlier. It was Jaimi. hey, mum wants you home for dinner. bring meghan. no gross stuff! I sighed. This was going to go on for a while. "That was work," she said, putting her phone away. "They want me to come in tomorrow night. You don't mind do you?" I shook my head, then showed the message from Jaimi to Meghan. She laughed and took my hand. "Sounds like a plan," she said cheekily, then leaned in to rest her forehead against mine. She was happy, and that meant a lot more to me than anything. We drove to my place, talking and laughing together, wondering what dinner would be like now that things had changed between us. I knew my parents would only too thrilled for us, and tease as she might Jaimi wanted to see the both of us happy. I decided to put my fears aside for Meghan, and instead made a plan in my head as we pulled into the driveway. I knew what I had to do. No more uncertainty. We walked to the door hand in hand. As I went to put my key in the door Meghan stopped me and pulled me into a kiss, more passionate this time, her hands snaking up under my arms and pulling me closer, our bodies bumping together, her slender hips and pleasantly shaped breasts pressing against me. She finally released me and gazed up at me, a cheeky grin on her face. "Play nice tonight," she teased. "And maybe we'll let Jaimi catch us doing that again before I go." I laughed at her cheeky idea. Things felt good. It was going to be a good night. - It felt wrong. Everything about it was wrong. But considering recent events, wrong wasn't as conflicting as it used to be, and it didn't stop me. It was the next evening, just after sunset, and having decided I needed to act I had quickly gotten dressed, put the white rose in my pocket and then hopped in the car and driven out to my cousin's house. They lived a reasonable distance away, but thanks to the lack of traffic I made it in just under an hour. I cruised past once and it seemed quiet, only one car parked out front and few lights on. I turned around and parked a little way down the street. It felt way too private investigator, but I didn't want anyone seeing me so I played it safe. Now that I was here I didn't feel any better about it, but if I really did have sex with Lucy I needed to tell her myself, and that meant sneaking up to her house and figuring out first hand whether the clues I remembered about the mystery girl matched her or not. I walked slowly up to the house. The only car there was Lucy's, so I had a feeling she would probably be alone. Her little sister, Amy, had apparently gone on a camping trip with a friend and I hoped she was still away; I didn't want to be caught spying on my own family by a 13 year old. Sneaking around to the side, I quietly made my way down towards the biggest window, looking straight into Lucy's room. Crouching below the sill I could hear something inside, so very carefully I eased my way up and gazed in. What I saw blew my mind. Lucy was lying on her bed, naked apart from a lacy black bra. She was gripping the sheets tightly in one hand, her eyes closed and her long red hair falling loosely around her shoulders. Her knees were up and spread wide, and there between her legs was Taylor, wearing only her bra and underwear, moving her head back and forth as Lucy ran her fingers through Taylor's hair. As I watched Taylor pulled down her own undies and slid her middle finger through her light, very trimmed pubic hair and into her folds, moaning against Lucy's pussy as she ate my cousin out. I couldn't believe it. Taylor was sleeping with Lucy! I knew Lucy was a wild child and suspected she had fooled around with both sexes, but I hadn't expected this! I knew at that point that I should turn away, but I still didn't know if Lucy was the one I had had sex with at Sarah's wedding. Staying low, I scanned her room for any underwear that may have been discarded by the two of them. I spotted a pair of white boylegs, and on the other side of the bed a black g-string that might have matched her current bra. Then my heart stopped as my eyes fell on a pair of lacy red undies sitting on the floor at the foot of the bed. My shoulders sagged, but I shook my head and stayed focused. Red underwear isn't uncommon, I thought to myself. Jaimi had a pair too, remember? I needed more evidence, so with a guilty kind of seediness I turned back to the girls on the bed. Taylor was licking Lucy out like crazy. The older girl was spreading and closing her legs around Taylor's head as she gripped the bedsheets with both hands now, her moans getting louder. Despite everything it was turning me on. This could be the second time I had heard Lucy moan like this - the first time from my cock being in her pussy, and now from a large-breasted girl with a good tongue who had sucked me off on the same day. Not only that, I had never had sex with Taylor, and now watching her finger sliding in and out of her folds I was beginning to get hard. The 18 year old was rubbing herself quicker now and I could hear her own moaning over the addictive sound of Lucy's. She was getting close, slipping a second finger deep into her pussy as she licked Lucy. Her other hand appeared and moved up to where her mouth was, hidden by Lucy' left leg. Even still, I could see Taylor's arm move back and forth and Lucy's eyes snapped open as she leaned forward. "Oh fuck yeah!" Lucy screamed, squeezing her eyes shut and squealing, her mouth wide open as her body began to shake. Taylor moaned back and then I saw her hand drive forward and stop, her fingers no doubt buried deep in Lucy's pussy as my cousin squirted her juices all over Taylor's lips and hand, cumming hard. Watching an insanely hot red head with a killer body and big breasts cum - even if she was my cousin - was almost too much for me, my cock straining against my jeans. I was trying to resist taking it out but it was a difficult battle. Finally Lucy started to calm down, her head flopping back onto the pillow with her hands out wide, her breasts heaving as she panted hard. Taylor diligently licked her all over, slipping her fingers out of her own pussy and gently spreading the girl's legs wide as she caressed Lucy's thighs. Taylor looked up at Lucy and Lucy looked back, a satisfied smile on her slightly sweaty face. "Wow," she gasped to Taylor, "that was so intense. You're totally getting better at that." She rubbed her own thighs, taking Taylor's hands in hers as she gazed down at the younger girl with lust in her eyes. "Aren't you glad you came over tonight?" "Definitely" smiled Taylor. She crawled up between Lucy's legs, grinding against the older girl. They lay there, wearing only their bras now, and I was amazed at how good they looked together. It was like a dream come true, even if one of them was related to me. "I'm glad you talked to Will at the wedding," Lucy said, with a smile on her face. Taylor's expression changed and I froze, terrified. What had they shared? What if Taylor told Lucy our plan to have sex in the bridesmaid's room, and Lucy puts two and two together? It would be terrible for her to find out she had committed incest from someone else other than me. "Yeah, I am too," Taylor said quietly. Lucy picked up on her change in tone and looked down at her. "You don't miss him, do you?" she asked. Taylor gave Lucy a horrified stare. "Wait, that came out wrong. I mean, I love my cousin, and if it wasn't for his advice we wouldn't be here, but I thought you liked this, I thought he helped you see what you really wanted." Taylor shrugged her shoulders. "It is what I want, and I really do like doing this with you, believe me. When I talked to Will at the wedding he made me realize I have to think about what I really want, and not be led by someone else's desires." Taylor rested her head on Lucy's chest, gently caressing her bra. "It's got nothing to do with how I feel about you and what we're doing, because I do love it, but I have to admit I enjoyed fooling around with guys as well, and I did a bit more with Will than I had with anyone else, and I could have gone further." Lucy was listening intently, as though she might hear something new. I held my breath, afraid Taylor was about to spill too much. "After Will and I met up in the bathroom, we...well, that was when he helped me realize how silly I've been about hiding what I really want. I'll always remember that, but I guess I still have that need to feel something inside me, that's all." She smiled mischievously. "And Will does have a nice cock. He would have felt pretty good!" "Eww! Don't need to know!" Lucy cried, closing her eyes. "What you put in your mouth before is for you to know and me to not worry about." She leaned down and ran her fingers over Taylor's clit, making her shudder. "Besides," Lucy went on. "I think I might have something to do the trick." She got up and crossed the room to her wardrobe, giving me a nice view of her gorgeous bottom as she opened it and rummaged around in a cardboard box. Taylor looked over at her curiously, rubbing her fingers over her juicy wet folds. Her eyes went wide as Lucy stood up, smiling. "How does this look?" she said cheerfully, holding up a reasonably thick dildo. It was a big one, with a motor inside that caused it to turn and vibrate, with strings of small balls inside the shaft that rotated beneath the outer layer of clear rubber. Lucy turned it on, watching Taylor's reaction as the device started moving. "Oh my God!" Taylor exclaimed. "You use that?" Lucy shook her head, walking back over to the bed. She still wasn't giving me a clear view between her legs, so I couldn't tell what colour her pubic hair was - or if she even had any. I tried to think of it as a way of confirming or denying me sleeping with her, but I knew that I really wanted to see anyway. "Not yet, I was saving it for something special," she said, climbing onto the mattress next to Taylor. "For you." She leaned over and kissed Taylor on the lips, their arms beginning to wrap around each other as Lucy lay down between Taylor's legs. She helped tug Taylor's bra off and then Taylor unclasped Lucy's bra, pulling it away and revealing Lucy's large breasts. I couldn't help but stare at them, not the largest in the world but by far some of the nicest I would ever see. They hung next to Taylor's firm, rounded breasts and I was gazing at heaven itself, my cock really straining against my clothes now. After some heavy making out Lucy pulled back and smiled down at Taylor. "Are you ready?" she asked. Taylor bit her lip. "I...I don't know, Lucy," she murmured nervously. "I'm not sure I can take something like that. Not yet anyway." Lucy's smile faded a little, but she looked into Taylor's eyes. "You want the real thing," she said, a statement rather than a question. Taylor looked like she had let Lucy down, but the older girl smiled again. "It's ok, I do have one other idea, maybe something we can do later." "You're not disappointed?" "A little, yes, but this is just a bit of harmless fun. I know you're only now getting into fooling around." Lucy smiled down at Taylor in a way that made me tremble. "Besides, that means I get to enjoy this all to myself," she said lustily, giving Taylor a small bite on her neck. Taylor gasped, watching as Lucy worked her way down the young girl's body, leaving lots of kisses all over her breasts. "God I love your boobs," said Lucy, taking one of the nipples in her mouth. "Mmmm, they're so perfectly round and firm...with just the right squeeze to them," she finished, gently grabbing Taylor's other breast in her hand and squeezing it. Taylor giggled, clearly enjoying the attention. "Yours are nicer," she breathed, one hand stroking the back of Lucy's head as she leaned over to suck on the other nipple, Taylor holding her breast to the girl's mouth. "They're so big and soft, and they sit beautifully under your long red hair." Lucy looked up at Taylor, one nipple between her lips as she gently rubbed her thumb over the other breast, flicking the wet nipple lightly. Taylor's breath was already quickening, her chest rising and falling as Lucy played on her sensitive skin. Watching from the window, I had never been so turned on. This was the side of Taylor I had wanted when she first suggested fooling around, all those months ago. She hadn't said sex specifically, and I always had the feeling it was because she was a virgin, but now she was really getting into it. I wanted to believe I was feeling horny because of her, but I knew that if she hadn't been fooling around with my hot cousin Lucy the scene wouldn't have been anywhere near as sexy. I did notice how soft Lucy's breasts seemed to be - it was kind of hard not to stare, and Taylor did seem to want to play with them a lot. I thought the boobs I felt were a little smaller than those, especially with no bra to hold them up and in place. In that sense, Taylor's were closer to the breasts I felt than Lucy's. I was only briefly concerned with that thought though, as I had one amazing show playing out in front of me. Lucy worked her way down Taylor's body, leaving kisses across her skin while one of her hands continued to play with Taylor's boobs. Lucy's legs were closed and I couldn't see between her sexy ass cheeks what her pussy looked like. It felt wrong but good at the same time, and the turmoil of emotions in me somehow relied on seeing between her thighs, whether she was the mystery girl or not. I had to see her pussy. Lucy continued licking and kissing Taylor, coming up onto her knees and sticking her bum out. I waited but with her thighs mostly closed I still couldn't clearly see her pussy. Then she knelt up and her bum rested back on her heels as she held up the dildo, smiling down at Taylor. Lucy dragged the big toy through Taylor's folds, getting her juices all over the head before lifting it up to her lips, opening them wide and taking the rubber cock into her mouth. I gaped as Lucy sucked on the toy, almost lovingly, like she was giving someone the best blowjob of their life. She was good, very, very good. Her tongue twirled and her soft lips slid up and down the length of the dildo, her eyes closed as she focused on taking it all the way into her throat. She didn't even gag. The White Rose Crisis Ch. 03 As I watched, Lucy leaned forward and spread her thighs slightly, giving Taylor a big lick with that same talented tongue. Taylor groaned, rubbing her nipples as my cousin began eating her out. I was mesmerised as Lucy reached back between her legs and held the dildo pointing up. She rested her finger over the on switch and as she arched her back downwards, lifting her bottom high in the air, I saw her at last. Her pussy was bright pink, wet, and most importantly shaved, apart from what looked like a small red landing strip above her clit. It couldn't have been her that night. Even if she had shaved since the wedding the girl in the room had darker coloured pubes, while Lucy's were bright fiery red. I should have stopped looking then. With no lingering bitemark on her bumcheeks and the wrong coloured pubic hair I knew I hadn't had sex with Lucy. But as much as I wanted to leave, my eyes stayed glued to the window as Lucy slowly lowered herself down onto the dildo, the head of it pressing against her wet folds. Taylor moaned as Lucy licked her out, and with that she sank down onto the dildo, my cock pulsing as every inch of it slid inside her. Lucy paused for a minute, her bottom quivering as she got used to the enormous mass filling her pussy, but then as she slid her tongue deep into Taylor's folds she pressed down on the on switch and the device gave a buzz, the vibration starting and the parts inside beginning to move. My hand had taken my cock out of my pants, almost without me realising, and I was now stroking myself as I watched my cousin Lucy go mental. As soon as the dildo had come on she had bucked her hips as though her loins were on fire, her face buried in Taylor's pussy. Lucy came up for air, gasping loudly. "Oh fuck me," she moaned. "This is amazing. I've never been so full...shit Taylor, I'm going to cum again." Lucy rocked her hips back and forth on the dildo as it vibrated and moved deep inside her pussy, her red hair streaming down her back as she sat up and arched backwards, her breasts stuck out proudly, nipples rock hard. She closed her eyes and bounced up and down slightly as one hand fingered Taylor's pussy and clit, the younger girl mesmerised by the sight before her. I was as well, stroking my cock faster and harder now, wishing I was beneath the goddess riding that toy. "Ohhh shit Taylor, oh fuck...come here," she moaned, pulling the other girl into a sitting position and kissing her hard, her arms wrapped around her. Taylor fingered herself as she pressed her groin against Lucy's, the vibration no doubt reaching her and making her gasp with pleasure. Lucy was moaning more now and pushed Taylor backwards, leaning down and licking her pussy furiously, her mouth closing over the young girl's clit and sucking on it, her tongue flicking down into her folds. Taylor spread her legs wide and moaned loudly, fingers running through Lucy's hair as she got close as well. As I admired the view of Lucy bent over, her breasts hanging as she licked Taylor's pussy, Lucy closed her eyes tight and gave a huge moan, pressing her lips hard against Taylor's folds as a jet of juice shot out of her pussy around the toy, her hips dropping low and burying it deep inside her as she came. She waited like that for a minute, wetness flowing down her thighs, before easing up and bouncing a few times on it, fucking herself with the dildo. I almost came from the sight of it, my sexy cousin getting off so hard with her tongue deep inside Taylor's sweet little pussy. "Wow, fuck Lucy I'm close now," called Taylor, gripping handfuls of the redhead's hair. Lucy's tongue flicked across her folds and into her entrance faster, one of her hands sliding a set of fingers inside her. Taylor gasped as she did so, her eyes wide, staring down at her lover with uncontrolled desire. I was getting close to cumming myself when Lucy lifted her hips up, the dildo slipping from her soaking folds as she reached back and held it steady, then as she dragged her tongue up through Taylor's pussy and the younger girl screamed, Lucy lowered herself down again, the dildo sliding straight into her ass. She relaxed her muscles and the enormous shaft eased its way inside her until her cheeks were flat on the bed, the toy moving inside her asshole. "I'm cumming!" yelled Taylor, Lucy's moans vibrating through her pussy and against her clit as Taylor began shaking wildly, her whole body reacting to the sensation of her orgasm. It was too much for me and as Lucy lifted her ass and slid back down again on the dildo I came as well, shooting my load onto the ground, watching my cousin fuck her own ass with a dildo. Lucy raised and lowered her asshole up and down the rotating shaft faster as she dragged her tongue up through Taylor's dripping wet folds and over her clit, making the younger girl shiver with pleasure. As Taylor calmed down Lucy bottomed out on the dildo, her mouth lapping up Taylor's juices and rubbing her pussy with her fingers. "Mmmm, oh my god Lucy," Taylor panted, her breasts rising and falling as she caught her breath. "That was so fucking hot." Lucy gave Taylor's pussy one last lick and reached back, holding the dildo down as she lifted her cheeks, gasping as it made a gentle "plop" leaving her asshole. She switched the twirling vibrating device off and rubbed her pussy and ass, feeling where the toy had stretched her before climbing up Taylor's body to rest with her. "That thing is awesome. You have to try it sometime." "It did look like fun, except in my ass, I don't think I'll be ready for that for a LONG time." "You'd be surprised," Lucy whispered, giggling as she rubbed her fingers over Taylor's wet folds before sliding the tip of one finger up into her ass. Taylor jumped, tensing slightly before Lucy kissed her, her muscles relaxing as Lucy's thumb caressed her folds while her finger eased up inside her asshole. "Mmmm..." she moaned into the kiss. "Slowly, babe...slowly..." but she didn't flinch, just ran her hands over Lucy's body, feeling her lover up as her ass was fingered. I had been spent myself, and even though I felt guilty having jerked off to my cousin, I was still feeling horny and it was getting stronger. My urge to go inside and slide my cock into Taylor's pussy while Lucy fingered her ass was almost unbearable. Thankfully I was never put to the test, for at that moment Lucy's mobile rang. Not removing any of her fingers from Taylor, she reached over and answered it. "Hello? Oh hi mum...yeah I'm home, no I have company..." she paused, taking Taylor's nipple in her mouth and sucking away hungrily, her tongue flicking over it as she listened while Taylor closed her eyes, trying not to moan. "Mhm, mmm...ok, see you soon, bye." She put down the phone, sighing and looking at Taylor's groin, where her fingers were sliding back and forth in her pussy and ass. "Mum's on her way home," she said wearily. Taylor bit her lip, her eyes still closed as Lucy leaned over and kissed her hard, gently slipping her fingers out. Taylor moaned into the kiss as she was left empty, pulling back and looking up at Lucy. "I was liking that," she pouted. Lucy laughed. "Well, maybe we can do it again sometime," she said. "Unless you find the time elsewhere, that is." Taylor looked down. "I like you, Lucy, and I love what you can do to me," she said slowly. Lucy waited patiently, and I could feel the tension from where I was standing. "I don't know if you're looking for something...more," she went on. "I don't think I can give it to you though, I'm just...so new to this. I'm sorry." Lucy looked into her eyes. "I know this isn't long term, and I don't care. I'll enjoy it for as long as you want to fool around." She gave Taylor a kiss and smiled. "It'll be a fantastic ride while it lasts." They smiled at each other and kissed again, wrapping their arms around each other. I figured I had to get out of there soon if Auntie Ellie was on her way home. I put my still solid cock back in my pants sheepishly and zipped up, making my way around the side of the house. I got to the driveway when I realized that I wasn't alone. "I suppose you heard my call," said Auntie Ellie, staring down at me. I froze, unable to react. I could have bluffed, I could have said anything, but I didn't, it was too late; her eyes flicked down the side of the house, where the only window was the one that opened onto Lucy's room. She must have heard me, and them as well probably, and knew exactly what had happened. She knew everything, it was in her eyes. She looked back at me, gazing intently into my eyes. It was the gaze of someone who knew what I really was. "Go get your car, bring it around and park on the street," she said. "We'll give them a few minutes to clean up and be presentable." She sighed quietly. "Then I want you to come inside with me. We need to have a talk about incest." - Next time: tales of incest past, and present. The White Rose Crisis Ch. 04 Happy Birthday to me...Friday the 24th was my four year anniversary of joining Literotica.com, so as a special treat, four new stories in one go! Part 4: the Legacy of Love --- I followed Auntie Ellie back around the side of the house, away from her daughter Lucy's bedroom window and the location of my shameful masturbation. Before we reached the front however she held her hand up to stop me. "You wait here," she said sternly. "Stay hidden and stay quiet." She left and I heard her unlocking the front door, shutting it slowly behind her. I waited quietly around the corner from the door, my stomach churning from stress, humiliation, and fear. So it was my aunt after all. It concerned me that she was so on top of the situation, but what concerned me even more was how this whole fiasco was affecting my state of mind. I dreamed of getting my little sister pregnant and I was jerking off while spying on my cousin having sex with another girl. Something had happened that day at my big sister's wedding; it was changing me, and I didn't like how out of control I was. Until I accidently slept with a member of my family I was a normal person, no thoughts of incest whatsoever. Now I didn't know what I was, only that I was slowly going crazy, driven to the edge of paranoia, my obsession with finding out who owned the white rose I had picked up from my anonymous lover torturing me every second of every day. Now, however, it seemed my search was over, and I didn't know what to think. So I waited. A few minutes passed and the silence of my thoughts was broken as I heard the front door open again. I shrank back into the shadows as my cousin Lucy left the house with Taylor, giggling as they got into Lucy's car and headed off to who knows where. Auntie Ellie had obviously told them to go have fun somewhere else, probably pretending not to know the kind of racy naked fun they had been having before we arrived. Thirty seconds after they left I heard footsteps and Auntie Ellie, now changed into a casual loose fitting top and skirt, came around the corner. "Come in, Will. Lucy and Taylor will be out for a while. That way we can be alone." Knowing what the topic of discussion would be I felt a little apprehensive about being alone in a big comfortably warm house with just me and Auntie Ellie, but I followed her inside and tried to clear my head. Auntie Ellie moved into the loungeroom and patted the seat of the couch, gesturing me to sit. I did, and she took the seat across the room from me, crossing her legs gently and resting her hands in her lap. I tried not to stare at her at all, not at her face, or her lips, or her chest or her legs, and definitely not at her lap. "I know you must be feeling very...confused," she said. "That's an understatement." "I also know you probably haven't had anyone to confide in or talk to about your problem, which can destroy a person from the inside." She went on. "How do you know?" I asked her. I know all about incest, Will," she said matter-of-factly. "More than you probably will ever understand. I've had a long time to deal with it -- incest might be new to you, but it isn't to me." I was stunned at how well she seemed to be dealing with me. I had no words, so we just stared at each other across the room, one-time lovers, lifelong family members, mired in a place that most of the world didn't think should ever exist. Eventually I was able to ask one simple question. "How?" Auntie Ellie smiled. "You know that Lucy's father left me for good when she was still young." "Yeah...just after Amy was born, Mum said...she never even met him." "Well, it wasn't the first time he walked out on me. We had our problems earlier, and he left before Lucy turned one. Later on he came back and for her sake we tried again, eventually to no avail. I knew in my heart he wasn't the man I loved. "You see, Will, there was a period after he left where I was completely on my own, raising a child at such a young age myself, lost, confused, and lonely. I needed support. I needed someone I loved, and someone who loved me. The truth is, well, when I didn't have Lucy's father...I had my brother." --- I was only sixteen when I met first Lucy's father, Jordan. It was awkward and maybe it shouldn't have happened the way it did, and I won't go into all of the details, but when I turned eighteen we had Lucy. Please know, Will, that I loved Lucy, I never regretted her, even if her entry into this world was not ideal by any means. I also loved her father, or I thought I loved him, but I also knew there was something missing from my life, as well as our relationship, something we never found in each other. At the time, though, I had no idea what it was. In the end, what drove us apart for good was as much about the things I did to fill that missing something as it was about the fact that we never found it in each other to begin with. What some people might call a mistake, a story of lost love and sadness, was actually what helped me realise what I was truly missing from myself. Let me be clear: we were separated at the time, Jordan and I. It was so long ago...you would have been only around three, and Sarah four. Jordan was twenty five -- so several years difference between us, and I think it got to him a little. I became used to parenting fairly quickly, even at a young age, but Jordan just didn't manage it. As a parent he couldn't cope with the responsibility, as a partner he was never there for me when I needed him, and as for our sex life? Well, it hadn't started back up straight away, and when it did things were, I don't know...awkward, I guess. I had always had an appetite for sex, which is probably what got me in trouble with Lucy in the first place. But Jordan was stressed all the time, and one day it all got too much for him, and that's when everything started to change... "Please don't do this, Jordan, I know it's been hard but we can make it work!" "I can't do it, Ellie, I just can't okay! My father still won't talk to me, I'm in trouble again at work..." "Surely they understand you're raising a child, and your father will have to come round, he just doesn't understand --" "Don't talk about my father that way! He doesn't have to understand!" What's that supposed to mean?? I thought we were in this together, I thought we were a team --" "How can I expect you to get it? You spend all day at home or with your family while I --" "That's not fair! This is just as hard on me as it is on you!" "MY JOB KEEPS US ALIVE!" "AND I KEEP OUR DAUGHTER ALIVE! Or did you forget why we're here in the first place! Jordan! JORDAN! Come back Jordan!" I watched in agony as the father of my child slammed the door to our tiny apartment and walked out of my life. I didn't know where he was going, nor that he wouldn't be coming back that night. But Lucy had begun to cry in her room and I busied myself tending to her. I was doing the best I could for an eighteen year old mother, but it was never enough. That night I cried myself to sleep, my tears streaming out silently as my baby, the most beautiful thing in my life, slept soundly in her crib. The next morning I took Lucy to my mother's house, after waking up and finding no sign that Jordan had come home. Father was at work, but mother wasn't alone; my older brother Ben was there. Ben was twenty two, four years older than me. He was the exact same height as me and we had similar coloured hair, but where mine was far more red his was far more brown, and he had darker blue eyes. He wasn't a terribly large boy, but then he wasn't exactly what you would call scrawny either. Ben had helped me through my pregnancy when Jordan wasn't sure what to do and had spent a lot of time with his niece Lucy since she had been born, helping with the babysitting whenever he could. He had always looked out for me when we were growing up, and now that our sister Mary had moved out of home, gotten married and was busy raising you and Sarah I didn't see her as much as Ben anymore. "I'm sure he'll come around," Mum was saying about Jordan, as she sat with Lucy in her arms. She was obsessed with Lucy, and thrilled that I had decided to keep the baby even if I was a young mum. It seemed having only two grandkids from Mary wasn't enough for her! "What if he doesn't, mum...what if he never comes back?" "For all his faults Jordan doesn't seem like the kind of man to walk out completely," Mum scolded, gently tucking Lucy's wayward arms into a blanket. "The stress of becoming a parent in such a short span of time can be a little...overwhelming, shall we say. It's only been ten months or so, not counting the pregnancy, and that's a very short span of time for something so tiring. Your father -- as good as he is -- had his moments, and I wanted to leave a few times when we first started out. But we persevered, and eventually we found something we both needed in each other. Balance," she said quietly. "That is the key to happiness." She gave me a smile and stared down at her granddaughter, fast asleep in her arms. I wanted to find balance so badly, but no matter what I did I couldn't see how Jordan and I could make it work. Feeling dejected, I walked out into the backyard where I had spent so many hours with my brother and sister and sat on the grass, wondering how I could ever be happy again. I felt like even if he came back and became everything I needed, there would still be something missing. Flopping onto my back on the grass I stared up at the clouds, calming myself down and trying to take comfort in knowledge that my family would always be there supporting me, even if Jordan wasn't. "Daydreaming again?" came a voice. I looked up at my brother and gave him a half smile, hoping he wouldn't see the pain hidden behind the look. The problem with Ben is he always knew how I was really feeling. "I thought I smelled trouble," I said to him. My brother Ben sat on the grass and lay down beside me, shoulder to shoulder, staring up at the sky. "I heard about Jordan," he said quietly. "I'm sorry, Ellie." I didn't say anything back at first, more because I didn't know what I could even say about it. I just took his hand and he gave it a squeeze, and we lay in silence for a little while. Eventually I realised what I really cared about now that Jordan wasn't there. "Lucy will ask about him," I said to Ben. "I don't know what I'll say if he isn't around for her. I don't know what to do." Against my will I started to tear up. The pressure of looking after Lucy on my own was really getting to me. Ben turned and looked at me, giving me a serious gaze. "I don't know what he's thinking, leaving a girl like you," he said seriously. I looked back at him, surprised slightly by his tone. My brother always stood up for me, but now he seemed insulted by Jordan's actions. "I'll be ok." "That's not good enough, and you know it...I'll stay with you," he said suddenly. I raised my eyebrows and smiled at my brother. "You really want to stay and help me raise a tiny poop machine?" "If I have to, to make sure you're ok..." I laughed and gave him a big hug, wondering how I got such an amazing brother. "Ben, I should warn you I look a mess in the mornings, even worse than when I was pregnant." "You looked beautiful when you were pregnant." I glanced at Ben but my brother had gone red and turned away, and while I planned on teasing him about it later, I had no idea that was the first sign of things to come. --- Two weeks went by, and Ben had been staying almost every day to help me with Lucy. He had a part-time job at a hardware supply store that paid relatively well, and when he wasn't there he was at my apartment, helping cook or clean and babysitting while I took care of other business. Lucy was able to have a combination of breastmilk and solid food, so Ben was able to manage on his own for a few hours until I got home and took over for him. There was something really special about coming home to him every day, or being there waiting for him to finish work. In fact, the only awkward detail was the sleeping arrangement. Because we had a small place there was only one bedroom, and only one bed. Ben had been content to sleep on the small couch in the one living space we had on the nights he decided to stay over, but with winter setting in I wasn't happy about the temperature of that room at night, so after much arguing I convinced him to sleep in my room on the floor, where I could turn on the heater to keep us warm. Of course, there wasn't a lot of floor free in there because Lucy's cot took up a lot of space too, which made it a bit of a fuss in the mornings trying to get everyone changed and while maintaining some modesty. Still, I was happier having him there than freezing in the lounge room. The only other slightly awkward bit was breastfeeding Lucy. I didn't have the largest chest, but they'd gotten much bigger after Lucy came out and weren't changing yet, but I think Ben felt a little odd when I blatantly lifted my shirt and took them out for a feed. For the most part he just averted his gaze, but it was a regularly occurring situation and it did make conversation harder when he was looking away from me. I told him it was just a breast, but he simply went red in the face when I said it. I had no idea why...not yet anyway. One particularly cold night Ben came home after working late into the evening. He walked in half-frozen with a limp and was shaking like mad. "My God!" I yelled when he came through the door. "What happened?" "Nothing, some heavy items slipped off of a shelf, that's all, nothing broken, just some bruising." I helped pull his coat off and I could tell he was in pain. "Well get in here and warm up will you??" I pushed him straight to the bathroom and started the shower, getting the hot water running for him. It was pretty much the only sure fire way of warming up in this place. I turned around saw him struggling to get his jumper up and off. "You really got hit hard, didn't you?" I said sympathetically. I helped lift his jumper and shirt and saw dark purple bruising on his right side, across his ribcage and down to his hip, which explained his difficulty in moving. "Oh Ben," I gasped, my hand covering my mouth. He winced but pulled the jumper away, tossing it on the floor and shrugging. "It's just a bruise. I'll be fine." "No you won't, this is awful!" But Ben pushed me away. "Ellie I'll manage. Seriously." "Ok...well if you need help you call me ok?" I left him alone and closed the bathroom door, tending to Lucy who was playing in her crib. A few minutes later I heard the shower turn off, and got dinner ready to serve up, but fifteen minutes went by and Ben didn't come out of the bathroom. A little concerned, I softly knocked on the door. "Ben?" "Yeah...yeah Ellie, I'm here." "Are you ok in there?" "I um...I'm just having a bit of trouble drying off, I'll be ok..." "What do you mean? Is it the bruising?" "It's fine, I'll just drip dry." "Nonsense, dinner's getting cold and if you're just standing there you'll freeze to death before you're even close to dry. I'm coming in." No wait Ellie don't -- " but I pushed open the door and poked into the bathroom. Ben was standing there with the towel draped over one shoulder, hanging down to cover his extremities. All down the right hand side of his body were big purple bruises, from his ribs to his knee. "Oh my God!" I exclaimed. "No wonder you're having trouble!" Ben shrugged, then winced when the movement tweaked his muscles. "I'll get it, this is already more than a little embarrassing Ellie, just let me deal with it." "No...that's not fair. You take care of me everyday," I said firmly. "Now let me take care of you." I grabbed my own towel and started wiping his shoulders, giving his hair a rub since he obviously couldn't lift his arms properly to do it himself. I turned him around and rubbed down his back, trying not to stare at my brother's bare butt as my hands got lower. I turned him back around again, and now I started to feel a little embarrassed. "Ok, now your legs," I said, kneeling down and trying not to blush too red. I towelled his feet and shins, completely wet still since he clearly couldn't lean over right, then up to his knees on both legs while he tried to hold his own towel over his midsection to maintain his modesty. Unfortunately, he was still quite wet and needed to be properly dried. "Ben...I need to do your hips and upper legs," I said sheepishly. Ben groaned. "I'm sure I can do it, I'm already fairly dry there," he said, feebly trying to manoeuvre the towel across his body, but his right side twitched and he closed his eyes, hissing in pain. I was beginning to wonder how his ribs weren't broken. "Come on, it has to be done," I said quietly. With delicate hands I used the towel to try his thighs, moving very slowly from outside to inside on one leg, then the other as he moved his own towel around. Eventually I moved up higher and, with a very apologetic look, glanced up at him. Ben groaned, turning red, and stubbornly refused to move his towel. "Come on, Ben...let's just get it done ok?" I said. "Just...turn your head and cough, you know? I won't look." Ben looked off into space with bright red cheeks, and grudgingly allowed my hand to move his towel aside. I turned away so I could only see his thigh in my peripheral, then gingerly moved the towel up to dry off his groin. I couldn't see what I was doing, but I knew enough about male anatomy to figure it out. First I felt something soft, small, and very delicate, so I lightly dabbed with the towel and tried not to squeeze, and then my hand touched something that was long and definitely hard. Blushing madly, I rubbed the towel extremely quickly over him and moved to his hips and the top of his thighs, drying around his clearly erect cock without paying it any attention. "There," I said, dropping the towel and keeping my eyes averted. "Not so bad right?" I saw Ben's head turn back down to look at me out of the corner of my eye, heard him mutter "shit" under his breath and he quickly turned away with his towel back in place, covering his hard-on. I picked up his underpants and held them out to him. "I'll need to help with these too, I imagine," I said quietly. With another groan Ben moved forward to step into them and I pulled them up, trying again to avoid contact with his extremities as much as feasible and blushing as my hand brushed his butt cheeks. Then I grabbed his pants and did the same thing, which was far less uncomfortable by comparison, followed by his top. When he was dressed I looked him in the eye, both of us blushing red, and he grinned sheepishly. "Thanks," he said. I smiled back. "It's ok Ben," I replied, giving him a hug that avoided his damaged side. The next problem came at bedtime. As we ate dinner I realised that on such a cold night and with such bad bruising Ben couldn't possibly rest properly on his lame mattress on the floor or the bad pillows on the couch, and that left only one place for him to go. As I predicted, Ben was not happy about this. "It's just a bed," I said exasperatedly. "We'll both be rugged up in pj's and as soon as you're able you can go back to the floor, I promise." Ben didn't seem happy about it, but he finally climbed into the double bed and I pulled the blankets up over us both. I normally slept in the middle but I left a sizeable gap for his sake as he tried to get comfortable on his back, stretching his body out. "Are you going to be ok?" I asked him. Ben sighed and looked over at me. The White Rose Crisis Ch. 04 "Yeah, I will...thanks Ellie, I appreciate all your help, and everything you've done for me." "Oh please, that's nothing compared to how you've been helping me. I owe you a lot." I said, smiling fondly at him. He smiled back. "I've loved being here, every minute of it, being with Lucy and you and..." he trailed off, seeming to lose his words, then nodded and pulled the sheets up. "Night Ellie." "Night, Ben." Puzzled, I turned the lights off and went to sleep, the sounds of Ben and Lucy's breathing surrounding me as I drifted off. --- A few nights passed and the weather didn't get any warmer. Because of his injuries Ben was much stiffer as well, although the pain wasn't quite as bad as that first night. He kept sleeping in my bed with me each night, and on the fifth night I wriggled over to him after the lights went out. "Ben?" "Mmm?" "What are you doing tomorrow night?" I saw him look over at me in the faint moonlight streaming in my one window. "Well, I don't really have plans, although I was going to be on a date..." For some reason that bothered me instantly. "Oh. Ok never mind." "No no, I cancelled it, lost interest, basically. What about tomorrow night?" But now I wondered about that. "Tell me why you cancelled." "What?" Tell me why. I want to know." Ben thought about it. "Well, she was a girl at work, friendly enough, a bit of a nature girl really, long curly hair, usually had dirt on her face." "Sounds like a real pick." "Hey, that's not fair. She's a lovely person!" he snapped. I felt guilty instantly, and wasn't sure what I meant by it. "I'm sorry, that was rude. Go on." "Well, she keeps asking me about going to the movies sometime to see what's on, so I said we could go at the end of the week, but then the other day I decided that I really didn't feel up to it. She said it doesn't need to be a date, and I said I appreciated that, but maybe another time. She took it pretty well, actually." "Why did you change your mind? She sounds quite nice." "I dunno." "Oh come on Ben," I persisted, shaking his arm a little. "That's not a good enough answer." For some reason I found myself quite interested in hearing what made him decide against dating her. "I guess she didn't have anything to offer me. I just didn't want to date her." "Why not? Stable job, same age, probably living out of home already, friendly attitude, boobs..." -- Ben scoffed -- "...what doesn't she have that you need?" "You guys." Ben rolled over after saying that and it took a moment for the shock to wear off before I wriggled right up to him again and turned him back to face me. "What do you mean? You know there's no obligation to be here or do anything with us, right? I don't want to stop you -- " "No, Ellie, I mean...look, I love coming home to you and Lucy. I want that in my life. And as nice as Katie is, being with her doesn't give me a whole lot more for what I would have to give up -- the time I get to spend here." This seemed like an oddly touching and very strict line of thought. I knew Ben was devoted to us, but I had no idea. "I didn't realise we meant that much to you," I said quietly. "Lucy loves you, and I love having you around...and I love you," I said. "You're amazing and I do like it when I come home and you're waiting for me. But don't you think you're life would be better if you found someone who can...well, offer you more?" Ben thought about it for a moment then looked me in the eye. "No," he said. "I've got enough right here." We stared at each other for a while, then I rolled over and pulled the sheets up, feeling confused and touched by his words. "Ellie?" I didn't reply. "What about tomorrow?" Remembering my question, I looked back over my shoulder. "You're free tomorrow night?" "Yeah, no date remember?" "Mum said she'd take Lucy for me, I thought we could watch some movies here. It's not the same as going out but -- " "Ok." I rolled over more, looking at him. "Really?" "Absolutely. In fact..." he gave me a special smile. "It's a date." "Ok." I rolled back over and thought about that. Something in my head was changing, and I didn't fully understand it, but right then I felt very, very happy. As I lay there I heard Ben moving, then felt his back against mine as he closed the distance between us. The warmth and the contact were both very welcome. "Goodnight, Ellie." "Night Ben. Love you." "I love you too." --- The next evening I got some popcorn ready and had the movie set to go for when Ben came home. I was excited -- we never go to do things alone anymore, and with Mum watching Lucy for the night we could actually relax a little. At least, that was the plan anyway, but even as we got ready to watch the movie I was feeling a little worried. "It'll be fine," Ben said to me for the umpteenth time. "Mum knows what she's doing and Lucy has been sleeping really well at night. This is our night off, so just try not to worry too much." He was right, so I tried hard to put Lucy out of my mind, knowing she was in good hands. The movie started and I sat back to get comfortable, Ben joining me on the couch. He leaned back but couldn't seem to stretch out properly; he was still very stiff and sore from his accident. Ben shifted again to sit slightly on his side but he sank into the slightly poofy cushions where his arm brushed his ribs and he moved again straight away. He was very twitchy and couldn't seem to sit still, and the problems all seemed to stem from his arm and his right side, so I did something about it. "Here," I said firmly, lifting his arm and putting it over my shoulders, away from his bruised body, allowing him to stretch out a little and not bang his own ribcage with his elbow. Ben didn't move at first, I think because he found it uncomfortable for a completely different reason, so I just shimmied closer until our bodies were almost touching, yet avoiding his bruises. Eventually he spoke. "This feels weird." "Does it? I don't have a problem with it...why do you?" "I don't, I just...never mind," he said, turning back to the movie. Truth be told I kind of liked having his arm around me, his hand resting on my shoulder lightly. Sure it felt a bit odd at first, but no more than it did on a first date with a new romantic partner. Eventually Ben relaxed and his hand cupped my shoulder muscle as the tenseness drained out of his body, making it feel much more normal by comparison. "Not so hard, see?" I said, watching the screen. "Watch the movie," he said back. "If you insist. You know you have very soft hands...I like that in a man." "Talking on a first date is kind of rude, don't you think?" "This isn't a normal first date...I've loved you all my life remember?" Ben didn't reply or take his eyes off the TV but I saw a small hint of a smile lift the corner of his mouth slightly. We settled back together and watched the rest of the movie, enjoying the comfort, the contact, and the curious feeling that came with spending a quiet night alone together. At the end of the movie I reluctantly slipped out from under Ben's warm arm and helped him up off the couch, the both of us hobbling coldly to the bedroom and crawling in slowly. Once again I moved closer to him, just as I did the night before, resting against his back as I leaned over him. "Thankyou for tonight," I said to him. "It really meant a lot to me." "Me too." He whispered back. "Maybe we can do it again next week?" "Sounds wonderful. Night, Ben, love you." I rolled over, feeling his back press against mine once more. "Night Ellie. I Love you too." --- A week went by and Ben's bruises had healed up nicely, but neither one of us said anything about no longer sleeping in the same bed, so we just kept doing it. It was nice, and on those cold nights we would huddle together back to back, and it felt good to have that contact with someone special. We also watched another movie on Friday again, and this time he brought out a blanket and draped it over us. His arm didn't go around me like last time, but we slowly moved closer until our legs and arms were pressed against each other and we were practically cuddling under the blanket. As we sat together on the couch I sensed some of the tension that I had noticed between us over the last few nights. It almost felt like what we were doing was something special reserved for couples and that we were intruding on it, or at least that's how I felt, and I sensed a similar hesitation in Ben as well. I didn't particularly let it bother me though, in fact I kind of liked the closeness, but tonight I was very sleepy and despite my desire to enjoy the relative peace and quiet I was drifting quickly. We were watching an old movie, one I had seen before plenty of times, and about halfway through my head drooped and I rested it on Ben's shoulder and fell asleep. When I woke up the TV was off, the lights were still down and I could barely see. The blanket was over us and Ben had slipped his hand behind my back and rested it on my far hip. Meanwhile I had half-turned and cuddled up to him in my sleep. "Hey," he whispered. I looked up at him. "Hey back," I said quietly. Ben looked at the bedroom door and then back at me again. "I suppose we should go to bed." "Yeah...late enough. Sorry I fell asleep." "Don't be. Let's just get you in there." "How long have we been here?" "I wouldn't worry about it." Ben helped me up and we wearily waddled to the bedroom together, huddling against the cold of the apartment as usual. Once I had gotten into my pyjamas and crawled under the sheets we lay down back to back again, but this time Ben stretched his legs out a bit, our thighs and feet mingling a little. I was almost too tired to notice, drifting back to sleep as soon as my head hit the pillow. "Goodnight Ellie. Sleep well." "Night, Ben...love you..." "I love you too." When I woke up the next morning I felt something very odd. There was contact where I wasn't expecting there to be, but it was more specific than that: there was a hand pressed against my panties. Not on the outside of my long nightshirt, but up under the hem that came all the way down to my knees. I looked down under the covers and saw my nightshirt hiked up to my waist and Ben's arm draped over my hip, his hand resting gently over my crotch. I could feel where Ben's fingertips rested against my soft cotton panties, his fingers stretched out towards my folds with his palm over my clit. I felt the warmth of his chest against my spine, his breath against my neck, and his cheek resting in my hair. I blushed madly as my loins began registering the contact with each involuntary muscle movement. My nipples started getting hard from the sexual aspect of it and I found myself struggling to control my thoughts. It was more than a cuddle, more than a brother should be doing to his sister. It should have felt wrong, I knew that. Yet even though I thought it, I didn't entirely feel it. To me it didn't feel like something that had to stop or change, even though I was a little scared and didn't know how to react yet. In the end, I gently reached underneath my shirt and moved his hand away from my pussy, feeling a slight wetness on his fingers from my panties. I blushed redder than ever and manoeuvred his hand over the top of my nightie as I pulled it down, leaving his hand on my thigh. It still felt sexual, but not so boldly, and somehow that actually felt kind of nice. I rubbed Ben's hand up and down my thigh gently and closed my eyes at the feeling, his breath on my neck and his warm body spooning mine. I gingerly pushed my bottom back towards him but at that moment he stirred and I held still, letting him pull his arm back and roll over as he slowly woke up. I was torn between saying something and an odd desire to keep it to myself. In the end, I resolved to at least mention it over breakfast. "We cuddled a bit last night." Ben froze, the spoon halfway to his mouth. "Oh. I'm sorry, I guess I do that sometimes. Umm, I'll stay on my side of the bed -- " "No Ben relax, it's ok...a little odd, sure, but ok. I guess it was just a cold night." Ben nodded, suggesting that was a good answer, but something about his reaction niggled at me. As I cleared up the breakfast dishes and got ready to go pick up Lucy I made a decision which surprised even me, but I kept it to myself and went about my day as usual, with the exception of taking a rather long nap in the afternoon, refreshing my mind and making sure I wasn't nearly as sleepy as usual that evening. We crawled into bed like normal, fairly early since Ben had work the next day. I was usually a little annoyed about that because it meant we couldn't stay up to enjoy our Saturday night, but he got paid extra for Sunday work and didn't want to be late. We said our goodnights and I felt his back press against mine, just as it often did, and I lay in bed trying not to fall asleep but not actively doing things to stay awake. I thought I heard him drift off, but eventually my eyes began to get droopy and I couldn't hold them open for much longer. Then I felt his hand. I pretended to be asleep, not daring to move in case he stopped, but also frozen in place as the implication of my suspicions being proven registered in my mind. Ben rolled over and his body intentionally bumped against mine, and then I felt something hard between my bumcheeks. With a strange excited fear I realised it was his cock, and knowing he was hard right now gave me a strange compulsion to feel it with my hand, to reach back and rub him, but I restrained myself, keeping completely still, trying my hardest not to tense up or react to his touch. Ben's hand was resting on my ass, but slowly slid over my hip and up my body, his fingers trailing up my side to my chest, where he gently cupped one of my breasts over the top of my nightshirt. I tried not to moan, but I know he felt my nipples harden at his touch. I just hoped that was normal when I was sleeping. Ben didn't react, instead gently pressing his palm down on my nipple as he gave my breast a quick squeeze before moving to the other one. He had to really reach over me to feel it and his chest pressed harder against my back. I could tell he was shirtless, and part of me wished I was too. After feeling my breasts Ben's hand trailed down over my belly to the hem of my nightie, just above my knees. With a slight tremble in his hands which matched how I was feeling, Ben slowly slid his hand up under my shirt and pressed his hand to my bare thigh. I felt him move slowly up my leg, biting my lip as he moved closer to my crotch. His fingers were burning through my skin, leaving trails along my flesh as he slowly but surely felt up my thigh. I focused with all my might not to tense or move, desperate for him to reach his destination but also afraid of what it would mean if he did. Finally, Ben's hand rested over my pussy, his palm grazing the cotton panties I wore as he rubbed me back and forth. I couldn't control myself and gave a tiny but audible moan, freezing him in place. My pussy itched as though it was on fire and the only thing that would soothe me was the touch of his hand. I wanted him to feel me, strip me, rub me, finger me, enter me...and I felt both afraid and alive at the thought of him doing that to me. After a minute of not moving, in which we were both secretly afraid of being caught by the other, Ben finally started rubbing me again, slower and softer this time, which ironically was even harder to cope with without squirming. I was getting wet now and there was no doubt he could feel it on his fingertips. I wanted desperately to trap his hand between my thighs, to pull my undies down, grab his hand and grind my clit hard against it. I couldn't remember the last time I needed to get off this badly, and yet I knew I wouldn't get up in the middle of the night to finish the job in the bathroom either -- I wanted to stay here with him for as long as I could. Eventually, after what felt like hours of merciless teasing, Ben rested his hand over my pussy and settled down, holding me close like a lover would after a night of romantic sex. It would take me a long time to get to sleep that night, but as I lay there beneath my brother's arm I decided I wasn't going to let him get away with feeling me up while I slept again...after all, there were far more direct ways of going about it. --- When Ben got home after work I surprised him with the suggestion of another late night movie that night, since I had drifted off during our last one and neither of us had any serious commitments until mid-morning the next day. I put Lucy to bed fairly easily that evening so it wasn't too late when we started, and as we settled in I sat much closer to Ben than I normally did, which was fine since we always ended up half-cuddling about by the end of the movie anyway. What he didn't know was that I had something else in mind. That morning I had waited until he went to work, then stretched out under the sheets, pulled off my shirt and panties and furiously rubbed and fingered myself until I came hard, making a mess of the bedsheets. When that wasn't enough, I moved to the bathroom, returning to my schoolgirl days and using the handle of my hairbrush, something I hadn't done in years. Once in the bathroom and once again furiously in the bed had me at last settling down for a few minutes. It had felt a lot better than I remembered, but perhaps that was because of the inspiration in my head as I drove the handle in and out of me. Unbelievably, I felt my body stirring again indicating that I still wasn't worn out yet, so I decided I had to do something a lot more drastic. All day I reminisced about him touching me at night, and my thighs had gotten wet each time it happened, but I refrained from relieving myself again; even though I was scared of what would actually happen, I had a feeling tonight would be worth the wait. After putting Lucy to bed early once more we settled in to watch the movie, a blanket draped over our laps. I wondered fearfully if Ben suspected my intention, but I knew he couldn't possibly know what I had in mind. Still, as we watched the movie I kept wanting to glance over at him, but I resisted, trying to act casual. Eventually we reached a point in the film where the two protagonists started to get intimate, and it was at this point that I decided to make my move. It was a simple gesture, but one that I knew might have dramatic consequences for us both. Without looking at him, I slid my hand down his leg and took his hand in mine, interlacing my fingers with his. I felt Ben turn and look at me, so I glanced in his direction. Ben was looking at me with a smile on his face and I smiled back, giving his hand a squeeze. We turned back to the movie and snuggled a little closer, just enjoying each other's company. There was a new dynamic to our relationship, and despite my fears and doubts I was definitely seeing him as more than a brother tonight. The thought should have scared me, but it didn't...or at least, not enough to stop me making the next move. Maybe because it was the fact that this was a long time coming, or that after a happy meal for three we were sitting on the couch as a husband and wife might have done, while my daughter slept soundly in the other room. Maybe it was the itching I had felt in my panties all day long thinking dangerous and dirty thoughts about my brother, and the taboo behind that fact was driving me crazy. I think it's safe to say I don't really know how I decided to do it, just that my body acted and my mind agreed with it's move, but in one motion I lifted his hand and placed it on my lap, high up near my groin. The White Rose Crisis Ch. 04 Ben didn't move, so I took it a step further and removed my hand, leaving his in my lap. His palm was resting on my thigh and his fingers were barely separated by a thin fabric from the bare skin below my skirt. Finally, I laid my hand down on his thigh, high up as well, my palm pressing near his crotch. I knew what I had done wasn't normal, and this time so did he. I also knew it was more normal than what had been happening at night, but Ben didn't know that I was fully aware of the situation. At first he didn't really react, he just tensed his leg a little at the contact. But eventually his hand stretched out and I felt him cup the form of my thigh beneath my clothing. I looked over at him and Ben was staring back at me, his eyes locked onto mine. The next move was mine again, so I slid my hand up and down his leg, gently brushing the bulge in his pants with my fingers. When he started doing the same on my leg I felt him catch a little bit of material each time, my skirt slowly hiking up and revealing more bare thigh. I decided to be daring and I placed my hand directly over his bulge, feeling how hard he was, and with a sharp intake of air Ben seemed to finally hit a boundary. "Ellie, your hand is on my --" "I know," I said quickly. He didn't argue any further so I gave him a squeeze and felt his fingers pull at my skirt more, the edge of it barely covering my panties. With my free hand I lifted the edge up and felt his hand on my skin, warm and soft, his fingers reaching for the cloth of my panties. When he found it he also found a small, wet patch; I was feeling more horny than I had felt in a long time. "Now you're hand is on me," I whispered. Ben swallowed, frozen, not daring to move his hand any further, or perhaps it was because he could feel the outline of my folds beneath the wetness. "We shouldn't be doing this." "That didn't stop you last night." I could see him blush and I knew that whatever I was feeling right now, I wasn't alone. He tried to pull his hand away but I grabbed his wrist with my free hand, holding him against my pussy. "I thought you were asleep." "That explains the night before as well." "Ellie..." "Do you like it?" "What?" "Ben, do you like it?" "I...I don't know...Ellie doesn't this feel weird to you??" "It does, but it doesn't feel wrong...it's a good weird." I looked into his eyes as my legs spread just slightly, enough so that his hand without my prompting sank a little lower between my thighs and his fingers moved over my crotch. "I like it." "I like it too." In response my hand rubbed his hard cock in through his pants, feeling the outline. "I know." "But I don't know what to say or do now, I don't know what to think..." "I do." I let go of his hand, leaving it on my pussy as I leaned a little closer and lowered my skirt down over his hand, giving his cock a generous squeeze. "But if you want to stop..." "No." He said it so suddenly, so clearly, that after our hushed whispers it felt almost naughty, like talking louder would get us in trouble. Wetness spread out across my groin against his thin, warm fingers, my thighs closing around his hand slightly. There was no going back for me now, I knew what I wanted. "Then don't say anything. Just do what you want to do." I turned my attention back to the movie, my hand running up and down the length of his cock, feeling how hard he was in his pants. Ben didn't move but I could tell he was aching for it, his hand trapped beneath the hem of my skirt, pressing against my wet panties. My hand closed around Ben's cock and gave it a strong squeeze, earning a sharp intake of breath from him, and in response he slid his hand up to the rim of my panties and pull it down, his fingertips brushing bare skin. My eyes closed as I felt his hand move into my panties completely and brush against my clit and folds, his palm and fingers moving back and forth against me. I clutched his wrist with my free hand as I fiddled with his zipper, working it down and easing my hand into his pants, feeling his cock beneath his boxers. Ben didn't react at first, but then he leaned back slightly so I could access him better and eased the tip of one finger in between my folds, making me bite my lip and squeeze my thighs together. My heart beat faster and my breathing came quicker, my own hand pulling his wrist up and down to grind his palm against my folds, the top of his hand brushing my clit over and over. After all the playing I did this morning you'd think I would take longer to get there, but already I could feel myself ready to go off at the slightest touch, knowing it was Ben's hands, my brother's hands, not mine. Sensing my desire Ben abandoned all pretences of watching the movie and rubbed me hard, his fingertips pressing in towards my entrance, brushing my clit and circling back and forth over me. He moved gracefully, playing with my pussy as fast and as expertly as he could, driving me insane with lust. My own hand slipped into his boxers and my fingertips rubbed the head of his cock, feeling him at last. He was hot and hard, and as I squeezed my eyes shut tight and finally felt him in my hand he slipped a finger inside me, his thumb rubbing my clit fast. It was all too much for me. As Ben pushed his finger in deep and rubbed my folds furiously I couldn't hold back, and in a rush I came hard, wetting his hand and thrusting my hips forward. I openly moaned, faster and faster, ignoring all pretences and revelling as my brother unleashed my pleasure. I gripped his wrist tight and squeezed my thighs around his hand, rubbing them back and forth as I rode out the wave of sheer lust he had brought forth from between my legs. My moans filled the apartment and my hand slid up and down Ben's cock as I slowly began to calm down, my entire body shaking with pleasure. I sank back into the pillows of the couch, the blanket slipping off my legs as I refused to release Ben's hand, his fingers still trapped in my panties. I writhed and rocked, smaller moans coming now as I tried desperately to catch my breath, my body shivering badly, but in such a good way. When I was able to open my eyes I looked over at Ben and saw him staring straight at my crotch, so I opened my legs and showed him his work, my panties and his hand soaked in my juices. I pulled his hand reluctantly from between my thighs and gave the finger that was inside me a long, wet suck, looking down at his crotch where my hand was inside his boxers. "Wow..." I breathed. My voice seemed to break something inside Ben and he looked up at me, confusion and angst across his face. I went from a state of pure unadulterated bliss to worry and rising panic as Ben removed my hand from his boxers and stood up, his wet hand slipping from my grasp. No words came me as he turned away and headed for the bathroom, closing it without so much as a look back. I was confused, scared, and amazingly heartbroken. I didn't know what to say or do or think. My mind reeled with fear and doubt, and for a moment I felt like curling up and crying. Instead, I stood up, dropping my soaked panties and walking towards the bathroom door, not knowing what I was going to do yet but not wanting to let him walk away from this. I hadn't heard the lock on the door click when Ben went in. Quietly approaching it I heard the shower start up and quickly started getting undressed, realising what he was trying to do and not prepared to let Ben do what I knew he was about to do. I didn't want him to control his emotions, to be responsible, or to restrain himself, the way he was right now. I wanted him to open up to me, to let out the feelings he had built up inside him, just as I had moments ago with his hand up my skirt. As quietly as I could I opened the door and entered the bathroom. Ben was in the shower, his back to me, both hands against the wall and the water splashing down his back. Without thinking I covered the distance to him and opened the shower door, stepping in and pressing myself against his back before he could turn around. The water was lukewarm, not quite cold but enough to be uncomfortable, but I ignored it as I held my naked body against his. "Ellie?!? No, what are you -- " "Shhh," I whispered, not letting him get a word in. I wrapped one hand around his chest, pulling him back towards me and holding him tight, while my other hand reached down and found his cock, long and hard. It was warm and smooth to the touch, and he was well trimmed downstairs. Just holding him made me wet again, but I ignored the feeling between my own legs and began sliding my hand up and down his length, hearing him gasp as I did so. "This isn't what I want." He said, although I could feel his resolve crumbling. "It's what I want," I whispered in his ear, my hand stroking him faster. His cock was hard in my hand and I knew the cold water had failed to calm him down, no matter how much he claimed to have wanted it to. His muscles were tense beneath my body and I was excited just feeling him, my nipples pressed against his back getting hard as they grazed his skin. Ben's chest was heaving as he hung his head, my hand working his cock faster and faster, desperate to give him his release. I wanted to feel it in my hand, to hold him close as he came, to feel every part of his body and know what it was like. "Ellie..." he panted loudly, the rest of his words turning into grunts and moans as I felt his bottom press back against my legs and cock pulse in my hand, his hips thrusting forward slightly and his hands pressed flat against the wall as he came. I buried my forehead into his shoulder as he shook against me, my own legs wobbling slightly as I ached to be touched by him, to feel his cock unloading into me instead. I slowed down and held him tight, feeling his cock shoot its load beneath my fingertips. I held him tightly as he slowed, then he stopped, and continued to hold him, not wanting to let go of his long beautiful cock while he was hard. But he wasn't going soft. "We could be here all night if you're waiting for something," he said quietly. There were so many ways to take that, but it was late, and we had already crossed enough forbidden boundaries and I was scared of wearing him out emotionally, so instead I let him go and got out of the shower, drying myself off gently as he stood under the water. I could tell he was resisting looking at me, somehow still wanting to preserve the boundaries of brother and sister, even though we had spent the night making each other cum, When I was mostly dry I left the bathroom, climbing straight into bed without my nightie. A minute or two later I heard the shower shut off, and a few minutes after that he came back into the bedroom. He slid into bed and I turned to see him lying down facing away from me. I didn't know what was running through his mind, but I needed to make sure he didn't feel bad because of me, like he'd let me down or led me somewhere we shouldn't go, even though we'd both made the decision together. I scooted over to him and gently turned him onto his back. Ben's eyes were wide open and he stared up at the ceiling looking worried, like everyone was judging him. I cuddled up to him, my breasts on his side as I rested my head on his chest, one of my legs tucked up and over his hips. We were both naked and I could feel my crotch pressed against his thigh, my nipples grazing his body as I held him close. His hands closed around me and I felt him relax, so I pulled the blankets up over us and closed my eyes, hoping that in the morning I could find the right words to tell my brother exactly how much I loved him. --- Ben was up early the next morning. I felt him move out from under me and woke up despite his being careful. I watched him get dressed in the dim morning light and everything that had happened last night came rushing back to me. The fact that we had spent the night naked as brother and sister didn't factor into my worries, I realised with a bit of surprise, but instead I was concerned about losing him as someone I loved dearly, like he was a boyfriend on the verge of leaving me. "Ben?" I said timidly. He paused doing up his shirt and turned to face me. I kept the sheets up over my breasts, feeling that modesty was the right way to go this morning. "I don't have any regrets," I said quietly. "And if you be totally honest with yourself, I don't think you'll have any either." I bit my lip and took a breath, wondering if I could even say the next part. "I want to leave Lucy at Mum's house tonight." Ben didn't move, but I could see in his eyes he understood what I was saying to him. Without a word he turned and left the room, and as whole world came crashing down around me I buried my head in the pillow and wept, unable to move until Lucy woke up and cried out for her mother. --- I spend the day cleaning, which didn't take that long, and ended up going to Mum's house. It felt so similar, and after struggling to work out why I realised it was the same kind of pain I felt after Jordan walked out on me, only this time it felt worse, deeper, like a blade piercing my body. it was unbearable, yet I didn't cry -- I was beyond crying, beyond mortal symbols of loss and sadness. I left Lucy with Mum in the late afternoon but instead of going home I stayed out for a while, trying to get my head around the situation. I had no idea how I was supposed to control my feelings for Ben now that things were out in the open. He had to know I wanted him, and yet somehow he was resisting, even though he had taken the first steps down this road. I spent so much time out roaming the town that the sun was setting before I headed back to my tiny apartment, ready to face the emptiness I was convinced would greet me. Instead, I opened the door and Ben was sitting on the couch, waiting for me. "I didn't know where you were," he said. I could hear the worry in his voice. I gave a quiet sob and walked over to him. "I had to think," I said. "About you. About everything. About...us." He looked down as I said that, then patted the couch next to him. I sat down with my hands in my lap, afraid of what was about to happen. "Ellie...I know I haven't been a good brother." I went to interrupt but he put a hand up to stop me. "No, Ellie, I have. I...did things that I shouldn't have done, and it's my fault we're here now." He took a deep breath. "I wish I hadn't." Pain hit me like a tidal wave. I shook my head violently. "No! No, Ben! It wasn't you...it was me, both of us. This whole thing," I gestured to the apartment helplessly. "You've been here, helping me, and I'm and emotional wreck. I saw a good, strong, caring man helping me at my weakest, and I saw..." I paused, realising what I had been going to say. More than that, I realised that what I had been about to say was the truth. "I saw a man. A man I cared for, a man I loved...and who loved me back, and loved Lucy." I wrung my hands, hoping desperately for him to listen, knowing I could never speak a greater truth than the one I was about to tell him. "I love you, Ben, and I don't mean the way we have loved each other for all our lives, not anymore. I love you like a partner, a husband, a...a father to my child...Ben, I love you." I struggled to keep the tears back, and in the end I just gave up, letting them flow, rivers of honest emotional weakness as I poured my heart out to the man I loved. Ben closed his eyes tight, pain crossing his face. "We aren't married, Ellie. I'm not Lucy's father, and I can't give you what you need, a partner for life." He shook his head and I cried, I cried long and loud. But suddenly the truth behind his words came forward and I raised my head, staring at him. "But...that isn't what I want," I said quietly. Ben looked up at me and opened his eyes, tears in them matching mine. He shook his head. "No, I know it isn't. You want contact, love, physical and emotional. So do I." He gave me a weak smile, and my heart soared. "But I know I want more...more than I can give you, more than we can have in this life. Ellie, I love you, and if I could I would marry you, live here forever with you and Lucy, raise a family together and bring more children into it, watch them grow up as we grow old, and hold you in arms in my bed every night for the rest of our lives." Ben looked down and I felt waves of pain coming off him. "But we can't. You know why we can't, and I don't think I can have one but not the other." I cried again, this time tears of joy and love. I did know what he meant. Our love was true, but that wasn't enough; we could never do that to Mum and Dad -- or Lucy, who would one day find out who Ben was. "Ben, I don't want to lose this...I don't want to lose you," I begged. I'm not leaving, Ellie. I don't ever want to leave you. I'm here, now, with you. I don't know what's happening to us. But I'm here." Ben shrugged his shoulders helplessly. "I just don't know what to do." "I do," I said to him, and I leaned forward and kissed him. It was a strange, yet sweet kiss, salty from my tears but sweeter than life itself. It was enough to break the ice and finally, as Ben kissed me back, I brought him fully into my world, a world I now knew we had shared from opposite ends of the spectrum. It wasn't a natural feeling yet, so I guess we both still thought kissing your sibling was a little odd, but as I pulled away for a breath his hands were on me, one reaching around my back to hold me close, the other one sliding down over my knees, rubbing my inner thighs as his hand worked up my skirt. This we were more familiar with, his lips finding my neck while I pulled him down on top of me, lying back on the couch as his hand rubbed up between my legs. "I want you Ben," I moaned. "I don't want to hold back." His reply was to gently nibble my neck as his hand rubbed my pussy, soaking my undies with my juices as I finally had him coming after me, free to roam my body as he wished. "Like this?" he asked me, as if he hadn't done it before. I laughed quietly, then had a brave idea. "You have a free hand," I said to him. "I want you to use it," and with that I pushed him back into a sitting position and stood up, climbing straight into his lap and facing away from him. "Ellie, what --" "You heard me," I said forcefully over my shoulder. Ben didn't argue and started to reach up underneath my top. I held the edge out from my body and felt his touch on my stomach, moving its way upwards quickly as his other hand reached around and began rubbing the wet spot on my panties, stimulating my pussy through the fabric. When his fingers touched my bra I arched my back, my ass rubbing against his crotch and his hard cock which was straining against his pants. "Ahhh..." Ben moaned. "M-more, Ellie..." I glanced over my shoulder at him. "You know what to do," I said quickly. Ben wasted no time and pulled on my bra cup, lifting my breast free and cupping it in his hand instead. My breasts were reasonably sized and fitted well in his hand, as long as his fingers were outstretched. My nipple was hard as a rock and I felt him graze his palm over it as he touched me, his other hand rubbing the wet spot of my panties. "I know you used to watch me shower," I said seductively, slowly circling my bum in his lap, drawing on old memories of living together. Somewhere in the back of my mind I knew this wasn't something I should be doing, but the one man in my life who treated me right was the only man I wasn't allowed to have, and that taboo made it all the more fun to chase him. I also knew he wanted me just as much, and now that we had been honest about what we wanted there was no way he was going to stop until he had me. "You never locked the door," Ben replied, his hands sliding up my sides as I grinded against his lap. My hands gripped his legs as his fingers played with my pussy, gently pulling the fabric of my panties aside so he could touch my bare skin.