17 comments/ 94269 views/ 44 favorites Washing Away the Pain Ch. 02 By: Giveandgetoral Sherry lay in bed, listening to her brother snore. It wasn't a loud noise, just a sound that was as gentle as him. They pretended she slept in a separate bedroom when their family came over but when they were alone, they slept together and made love every night. At first it was sex, but that had quickly turned into lovemaking. In her entire life, she'd never felt any sexual desire for her brother, at least she didn't think so. The physical part of the 'them' they were becoming had started from a completely different place than sex or lust. His love for her had helped wash away the pain that her husband had left her with. She no longer lived in fear of being knocked down. They had discovered each other's bodies. Outside of the house, they were strictly brother and sister, but when they were alone they acted more like newlyweds. Sherry loved her brother much more deeply than a sister should, or even could, and she knew Derrick felt the same way about her. Their family didn't approve of her living with him and divorcing her husband. Sherry and Derrick took great care to act the way everyone thought a brother and sister should act whenever anyone else was around, but she was fast getting to the point where she wanted to tell the rest of the family to fuck off. The more their family disapproved, the more they drove Sherry and Derrick toward each other. The two formed an emotional bond that grew stronger with each passing day. In just a few months, it progressed way beyond the bond of a brother and sister. She laid her head on his chest and listened to his heart. It was a wonderful feeling hearing it beat, listening to his breath, having her head rise and fall with the beat of his chest. She had been afraid at first to do much with him, the last thing they needed was for her to get pregnant. Then, when she found out she couldn't get pregnant, because he'd had a vasectomy, she was like a kid with a new toy, playing with it all the time. She felt his hand in her hair, and heard him whisper, "I love you Sher." Sherry smiled, she was 28 and he was 26 and it always warmed her heart when he used the nickname he had called her when they were kids, "I know." Her hand slowly traveled to his front. He slept in pajama bottoms, she slept in an oversized tee-shirt, this sleeping arrangement made it easy for their sleeping time to become much more. It didn't take long for her to get the desired reaction from him. Slow strokes by gentle fingers soon had him hard. She felt him move his hand to her breast, and she moved away. She didn't want to make love right now; she wanted something else. He was only younger by two years, which made the age thing almost nonexistent. She would have never thought of doing anything with her younger brother as they were growing up, or even a year ago for that matter. Watching his hard cock as her fingers slid up and down its length, was hypnotic. The moonlight streaming through the bedroom window softly reflected off of him. She knew how much men enjoyed seeing what was being done, so she made a show of moving her head near his hard manhood. Her tongue snaked out and licked the head. Sherry smiled as she heard his soft moan. She had never been able to just play and have fun with sex. Her husband had been 'the man on top and get it over with' type of person. Her eyes drifted to the mirror on the dresser. She had discovered that she also liked to watch herself as her brother did stuff to her. But the real shock for her, was finding out she liked to watch herself as she did things to him. Her brother had angled the mirror so that she could see herself from the bed. Her eyes were drawn to her reflection, she saw herself open her mouth, and holding it at the base, his cock disappeared into her mouth. Her husband had never even let her try anything like this. She saw as well as felt his hard flesh move in and out of her mouth. Being as she'd had only two men, her husband and now her brother, she had been very inexperienced at everything her husband didn't want her to do. Sticking her tongue out, she licked his hard cock all over, as well as his balls. Sherry was fascinated by his cock and balls. She took great pleasure in teasing him, and getting him so hot that he practically raped her, and she gave him back as good as she got, the rougher the better. His cock slid in and out of her mouth, as she increased the speed, and varied how hard she sucked. She never realized there were so many ways to do the exact same thing. She could be on top sucking him or the bottom letting him fuck her mouth, different positions gave a whole new aspect for both of them. At least once a week, Sherry would make him cum in her mouth. Just a year ago she would have never even had a thought about having a man's penis anywhere near her mouth, since she had been living with her brother, she had discovered she liked the taste of cum. She chuckled, that was something else that had changed. It was penis and vagina in their normal everyday life, but if they were doing something, then those parts magically became cock and pussy. She felt his hips rise up a little; she knew that meant he would soon get off. Her fingers wrapped around him and stroked him as she continued to suck. It was something Sherry found totally fascinating, watching him cum. She couldn't get enough of seeing the white fluid shoot out with such force, but at the end, with the liquid flowing out slowly, that had its own appeal for her. As she tasted the first few drops of pre-semen, she wished she could see her reflection better in the mirror, but the moon didn't give enough light. Derrick moaned, "Sher, I'm going to cum." She pressed her tongue just under his cockhead. The first jet of hot cum exploded from him, she sucked hard and pumped with her hand. Swallowing every drop, she sucked and pumped him for more. Even when he was done giving her anything and had started to get soft, Sherry continued to suck and lick. Finally, she moved to lie next to him, and with his arm around her, brother and sister fell asleep. They lived together, not bothering anyone, but the world wouldn't leave them alone. Their family disapproved of them living together, even if they didn't know it wasn't as brother and sister. Then came an even more serious intrusion, and it came with a knock at the door. It was a summons to appear in court; Sherry's husband was fighting the divorce. Sherry had to get a lawyer, and when the day came to appear in court, Derrick was with them. Her lawyer did most of the talking, "You're honor, we have overwhelming proof that her husband repeatedly beat my client, and she went to the hospital numerous times because of it. I don't understand why there is any question of a divorce." Judge Thomas smiled, "And I think that the evidence is misleading and biased. I order your client to try for six months to make her marriage work, and for the two to attend counseling." Derrick mumbled under his breath, "Shit," and stood to walk out. The judge gave him an annoyed look, "Did you have something to say sir?" Derrick gave a pissed off smile at the judge,"Oh, I have plenty to say, but not yet. You have total say over someone exercising his constitutional right to free speech, and if you don't like it they'll be held in contempt of court." He looked at his sister, "I'll wait for you at the car, so you can go and get your things." Derrick turned and walked out. Sherry found her brother waiting for her. He was on his cell phone, "Yeah, a total nut job..." "We'll need proof there's a track record..." "I owe you for this..." She was curious, "What was that all about?" He grinned, "Just calling in a few favors." She was so frustrated, "What am I going to do? I don't want to go back with him; he'll kill me this time." He held her hands, "Don't worry, I'm taking care of this." They got to their home, and her husband was all ready there waiting for her, "Get your stuff and come on." Sherry went into the house, Derrick waited outside with her husband. He watched the smug look on the face of her husband, "You and I both know you are going to beat her again if she's go's with you." "Derrick, I want to beat the fuck out of you right now." "I'm standing here; the only thing stopping you is you're a fucking coward." Her husband didn't move. "I didn't think so, so just stand there with your tail between your legs and shut the fuck up." Sherry didn't come out of the house with her things, but with a gun. "I'm not going with you." Her husband sneered at her, "You aren't going to use that thing." The look on her face said different, "I'm not the same woman you used to beat up on for the fun of it. I don't care what that psycho judge said, you lay one hand on me and I will shoot you." Her husband looked at Derrick with pure hate, "You did this." Derrick shrugged his shoulder, "I taught her how to shoot. I took her to the range twice a week. But she got a hell of a lot better than me on her own." That night, Sherry lay crying in her brothers arms. It was the first time she had cried since she left her husband. Then there was the blast of a shotgun, followed by a window shattering. Sherry screamed and Derrick jumped up, grabbed his gun and gave it to his sister, "Go to the other bedroom, lock the door, and call the police!" Derrick moved down the hall trying to make as little noise as possible. The lights were now on, her husband was coming up the stairs and he had turned the lights on. Her husband was carrying a shotgun. Seeing Derrick, he got an odd smile, "Let's see who the coward is now." Her husband reached the landing at the top of the stairs, and pointed the shotgun at Derrick. Two quick shots rang out. Sherry had shot her husband twice in the chest, but he was only wounded. He had fallen to the floor, but still held onto the shotgun. Years of having him beat her, and then cry for forgiveness; her taking him back only to have him beat her again, flashed through her mind. As she looked down at him; she was experiencing several different emotions, but the fear of him was gone. "It requires three shots. Two shots in the chest to stop you," she pointed the gun at his eyes, "One shot to the head to keep you from coming back." Her husband raised the shotgun and pointed it at her. Sherry fired the third shot. The police arrived, and found the evidence where Sherry's husband had broken in. They found him up stairs with the shotgun still in his hands. He had three gunshots in him. The police secured the crime scene and took the statements of Derrick and Sherry, called for the coroner, and the detectives. At the end, Derrick told the police, "Tell that asshole Judge Thomas, that he's responsible for this." The district attorney ruled the shooting as self defense and no charges were filed against Sherry or Derrick. Several days after the incident, Derrick, Sherry and several others burst into Judge Thomas's court, while it was in session. Along with them, were several other people including the local news station television crew. Judge Thomas was outraged, "What is the meaning of this?" Derrick looked at him, "We're here to take you down off of your high horse, you piece if shit." The judge stood up and yelled, "You're in contempt of court!" Derrick yelled back, "Anyone who's ever been in your kangaroo court is in contempt of it! I told you I had something to say, and now I'm going to say it, so sit your ass down and listen." Judge Thomas ordered, "Bailiff arrest this man." "Bailiff, don't you dare touch him." A very businesslike young woman came and stood by Derrick's side. The judge eyed her, "And who might you be to give orders in my court?" "I'm Pamela Huygens, deputy counsel for the State Administrative Office of Courts." She had a stare down with the judge for a few minutes, "Go ahead," and she motioned at Derrick. "I have here files from your judicial past," and he brought out a large stack of folders. "These represent women that came to you seeking help. They were victims of violent crime who were unable to fight for themselves, so they came to you to protect them." Derrick stopped to give the judge a dirty look, "You told everyone of them to go to hell." He put most of them in one pile, "These women were sent back to abusive husbands and ended up in the emergency room battered, having internal injuries, and even broken bones." He put some in a smaller pile, "These managed to escape you, and got a divorce or just ran away." He put the remaining folders in another pile, "These poor women didn't have a family to protect them..." Derrick stopped to look at a large man that had come in with him, "...or family members couldn't get to them in time. These women got killed because of you, you son of a bitch." "No matter what those women said, you overlooked overwhelming evidence and sided with the husbands." He and the judge looked into each other's eyes, the look was not pleasant. "I have here the reason why," he pulled out one last file, "You yourself have beaten and abused three wives." Judge Thomas asked, "Are you finished?" There was an unpleasant silence in the courtroom, "Being as I can't have you arrested, I'm ordering you out of my court." Pamela Huygens just shook her head, "You don't seem to understand, this is not your courtroom it doesn't belong to you, and it's just where you work. The courtroom belongs to the public." She took a deep breath, "Mr. Thomas..." He interrupted, "That's Judge Thomas." "No it's not. Mr. Thomas, you are relieved of your Judgeship. Pending a full investigation, you are under house arrest." "This is an outrage! You can't do that." She just shook her head again, "Don't tell me I can't do, what I've all ready done. You have two weeks to clear out your chambers." There was a lot of commotion with everyone talking at the same time. The people that had come in with Derrick and Sherry were congratulating them on taking down the judge, when brother and sister found themselves face to face with the ex-Judge Thomas. Mr. Thomas was barely containing his rage, "You think this is over, don't you? I have friends that will make your life pure hell." "You really are screwed up; you think this is about you? This isn't about you; it's about those women in those files. Those women were mothers and sisters and aunts, and you not only let them down, you let down all of their families." The large man that come in with them, interrupted. With a thick Italian accent, he said, "My name is Dominic, and I didn't realize that I had a cousin in that pile of folders, until Derrick asked me for a favor in getting those files. She was a young woman that was gentle and sweet, and was killed because of you. If I could have gotten to her in time, I could have helped." He paused in thought, then gave a sigh, "I have a feeling you will see me again." The judge was apprehensive, "What do you mean?" Dominic pulled the judge in close so no one could hear what he said, except the three of them, "I will personally see to it that every inmate will have a key to your cell, no matter what prison, and I am going to offer to pay $50 every time you get the shit beat out of you," then he turned and walked off. He stopped and took Derrick's hand in his, "I owe you too, my friend, but I am sure you will like the way I pay you back much more than him." A few nights later, Sherry was trying to fix supper, but she was a nervous wreck. She was spilling everything, missing ingredients because she couldn't concentrate on the recipe. Derrick went to her and hugged her. Sherry broke down and cried. She was shaking all over, and even in her brother's arms, was unable to calm down. The two just stood in the kitchen holding onto each other. "They will never leave us alone, not now." She just clung to him as the tears streamed down her face. He tried to comfort her, "Maybe when things die down..." "Die down! My husband breaks into where I'm living and I kill him, because if I don't, he will keep coming back until he kills me. I can't even go to the store without people staring and pointing at me." She pushed away from him, "I've gotten phone call after phone call from the family basically telling me 'I told you so'." Derrick smiled, "Do you love me?" "You're the only one that understands, or is even trying to." "What makes you think I fucking understand? I asked, if you love me." Sherry stood there with her mouth hanging open. She saw him grin and gave him a dirty look, "Yes, I love you." "But as a sister." "You know better than that. Where is this going?" "The answer to the problem is to get away from the word 'Here'. People look at you and point, 'Here'. The family calls and harasses us, 'Here'. There is an opening at work in another state. Plenty of men and women live together without getting married. We can go away from 'Here', and live as a couple." Sherry thought about it, "It sounds nice, but..." "Of course, we can't do this on 'you know better than that'." He kissed her and held her hand, "There is no place we can go and take this where I want it to go." "I don't understand...," she stopped in mid sentence, as he got down on one knee. Derrick brought out a ring, "I love you. I want to spend the rest of my life with you. If only in your heart, Sherry will you marry me?" "Yes," she held her hand out, tingling all over as he slipped the ring on her finger. All of a sudden, it was different, things had changed, and their kiss after declaring their special love was almost like a first time, exciting and romantic. Sherry held him, but her eyes strayed to her hand. The ring on her finger meant there was so much more to the 'them'. There were feelings and emotions, leading to a totally different connection between the two. The kisses continued, as overwhelming emotions ended the brother and sister and replaced them with a couple in love. Sherry never expected this to happen when she came to her brother for help that rainy night, but now that she had found it; her life was completely changed forever. The feeling of being in love was absolutely indescribable. Derrick knew in his heart he wanted to be with her, his heart wanted to beat out of his chest just seeing her every day. It had started gradually, then one night, she started opening up about a lot of her fears and worries, after which he lovingly reassured her. He didn't know how or why this change happened, but he knew she was the one, even if it was his sister and forbidden. They took each other's hand as they walked to the bedroom. They both felt the electricity between them. It was scary, yet fun and a thousand other things as well. It was their first time making love as an engaged couple. The world would come bothering them again, but not tonight; this was a time of pure happiness. Tonight, for Sherry and Derrick, there was no worrying or stress, nothing but bliss. When they got to the bedroom, Sherry excused herself so that she could put on something special for him. She had been shopping and something made her go into Victoria's Secret, and pick out a negligee. At the time, she had no idea why she had done that, she'd never had one before. When she came out of the bathroom she let out a long "Aaahhh." Derrick had the lights off, and had lit a bunch of candles. The soft, gentle flames of the candles created an atmosphere of romance, and intimacy. Derrick saw the angel he had fallen in love with, wearing a negligee for him, her face showing the happiness she was feeling. He realized just how much he loved her, and that he would remember this night for the rest of his life. Sherry watched his face as she walked to the bed and sat down. She took his hand in hers, their lips touched and they started kissing. Washing Away the Pain Ch. 02 Derrick pushed her away. He knew the answer, but he needed to hear it, "You know better than that?" She beamed a smile from her heart, "I love you." Her lips touched his again; their hearts guided the two in what would be their first love making session as a new couple. Even with her limited experience, Sherry could already feel the difference. Derrick hungered for her, and started to explore every inch of her body. He drew imaginary contours with his fingers and tongue, kissing her neck. He touched her breasts through the material of the negligee and felt her shudder. "I like touching you through this, I never did that before, thank you." "You're welcome, I hope you like touching me without me wearing it." Derrick grinned at her, "You know better than that." Sherry chuckled; apparently they had found a catch phrase for the two of them to tease each other with. Lace held the negligee together at the top; Derrick opened it and kissed her throat. He was going to have her sit up and pull it off of her, but then decided that if she went to all of the trouble to get it and wear it for him, then he should enjoy her in it. He started to play with her nipple through the negligee, he liked it, and he saw she did too. He continued for awhile, and was in no hurry as he teased and played. Derrick moved down and started to massage her feet, being careful to use enough pressure so that it didn't tickle. He heard her moan, he knew she loved this. This was heaven having him massage and kiss her feet. She saw as well as felt him slowly move to her ankles, then her calves. She loved his caress on the underside of her knees. She lay there perfectly willing to let him do anything he wanted, enjoying all of it. Derrick coaxed the tension from her legs; her thighs were luxurious to touch. He found his face just inches from her lacy panties that hid little. "If you picked this outfit to turn me on, it's working." He wasn't ready to move to this area. Sherry saw him use his teeth to gently move the material away to access her skin. It was the most erotic thing she had ever seen. He used just his fingertips to barely touch her; he also used the tip of his tongue as he made little wet trails on her. He knew she liked having her breasts touched and increased her pleasure by avoiding touching her nipples. As he played and teased, his finger slid down and went into her navel. She almost went rigid, Sherry had no idea she liked having her navel touched, until they went on a discovery of each other's bodies. Her eyes shut to the pleasure as his lips finally closed around her nipple. Her arms came up and she held him to her. After he paid attention to her other magnificent breast in the same slow teasing way, Derrick made his way to her belly. His touch was so light he felt her stomach muscles twitch. He eventually found himself back at her lacy panties. A soft moan escaped as she felt his finger trap the lace and slide between her pussy lips. She was fascinated as she watched Derrick untie her panties with his teeth. If wearing a negligee made him react this way, she was definitely going to shop for more lingerie. Sherry saw the desire for her in his face. His teasing and playing had increased the tension for both of them. She watched him position himself between her legs, and he guided his hard cock to her pussy. She liked those words, cock and pussy, and would have never thought of them much less said them even a year ago. She groaned as he didn't put it in her. She felt it slide between her pussy lips making contact with her clitoris. He continued to slide it back and forth, and her tongue was pressed to the roof of her mouth so she wouldn't scream. It felt incredible, she had no doubt that he could make her get off this way. Derrick loved the way it felt just touching her, but he had to be in her. He needed her, he wanted her, and... Sherry sucked in her breath as she felt him slide into her and heard him say he loved her at the same time. She felt him start to move in and out, realized he was making love not just to her body, but her soul as well. Slow and easy strokes brought them both gradually along as they made love. Derrick couldn't think of her as his sister, not anymore. He whispered in her ear, "I love you so much it hurts. My feelings for you can't be communicated by words, so you're going to have to listen to my heart." Sherry felt tears running down her face. She could never have imagined having someone love her like this, especially her brother. She had found the man that she really needed in her life. No one had ever cared about her the way he did, "I have never loved anyone like I do you." The pleasure of their love making had gotten steadily more intense. She was as hot as she could be without catching on fire, and felt him reaching places inside of her never touched before. He was harder and plunging deeper than she could remember him getting. Sherry grabbed him, pressed him to her, and exploded in the most glorious orgasm she had ever experienced. As the waves of pleasure coursed through her, she started to cry from the sheer joy and happiness of it. Her heart skipped a beat as she felt him wipe away her tears with kisses. Derrick couldn't hold back any longer. He speeded up, thrusting harder and deeper as every part of him begged for a release. With one finale thrust as deep as he could get, he moaned, "I'm cumming." Sherry felt him throbbing and jerking deep inside of her, loved the feeling that she could get him to that point. She also knew that he had told her when it happened, because she liked hearing exactly when she made him get off. Derrick collapsed next to her. They lay that way for some time, just breathing, their arms wrapped around one another. They basked in the afterglow, talking and connecting on such a deep level, words could never describe it. Sherry's eyes kept wandering to her finger and her ring. Washing Away the Pain Ch. 03 The mailbox read simply 623 and contained junk mail and bills. It wasn't unusual; all of the mailboxes on Glen Acres looked the same. What made this mailbox special; it held mail for both Sherry and Derrick. Sherry was overjoyed when her brother had expressed his love for her, but she couldn't wear her engagement ring. If they ever went to see their family again she would have to take it off and the family would question why she had a ring mark. The ring was kept in a special locked jewelry box, along with a piece of paper that said, 'You know better than that', which was a special way for brother and sister to say 'I love you'. Derrick had accepted a promotion and transfer to another state. He lived together with his girlfriend Sherry. They had made friends in the new area and because Sherry and Derrick had different last names none of their friends knew that they were brother and sister, or engaged. Sherry considered her last name the only thing her ex-husband had given her that was positive. Sherry and Derrick would blow off any questions about where they were from by being as ambiguous as possible. Another topic they were determined to be vague about was their previous marriages, only letting their friends know that Derrick was divorced and Sherry was a widow, but never any details. Derrick knew that his sister was in love, but it wasn't only with him. The air had started to turn colder as summer gave way to fall. Where they used to live the transition into fall and then winter wasn't all that big a deal. He had been transferred to Massachusetts where the change of seasons was a spectacular event. Autumn in New England was a period where Mother Nature overwhelmed your senses as she used the changing fall foliage to surprise and delight. School was back in session and they had started watching the local Pop Warner football practices. Sherry always laughed seeing 60 pound kids wearing 40 pounds of protective equipment trying to run up and down the field. Derrick held Sherry's hand as they stood enjoying the colors of the leaves set against the backdrop of a glorious sunset. After supper she had wanted to get out of the house, so he had loaded her in the car and headed for the park. Surrounded by maples, oaks, birch's locusts and pines, Sherry stared in wonder at the dramatic kaleidoscope of the reds, yellows and oranges of the surrounding foliage punctuated by the enthusiasm of the players as they practiced. Watching her reaction to the boys Derrick saw his sister's beauty coming from the inside. She was a kind, thoughtful and caring woman. When Sherry realized that he was staring at her, she pointed to the football field, "You are supposed to be enjoying something special." "I am." Sherry felt herself blush at the compliment, "You're hopeless," and gave his hand a squeeze. It was crazy being in love with her brother, the rest of the world and especially their family would never approve, but she knew it was love. She gave him a smile; the heart wanted what the heart wanted. Derrick turned Sherry and his lips pressed against hers. He breathed in the intoxicating scent that was his sister. Besides her natural scent, she wore a light perfume that hinted of a sweet smell of innocence mixed with a touch of naughtiness and delightful excitement, which he found an irresistible combination. Her tongue slipped between his lips as she responded, a singular experience he would always remember from a woman he considered so beautiful in every way. "With all of the men on this planet to choose from," Sherry sighed, "Why did I fall madly in love with you?" "All I know Sher is that you're the only one that makes me happy." Sherry pulled him after her, heading for the car, "Come on before we wind up doing something in the park." On the trip home, with her arms wrapped around him, her mind drifted back to her ex-husband. Sherry had been a good girl all of her life and had tried to follow the rules. She was a virgin when she married and had found it difficult to enjoy sex. Even though she was married, she felt as if it was taboo for a very long time, that she was doing something wrong. On the few times her ex-husband had made her have an orgasm, she would still have a small amount of guilt. Her ex wasn't into foreplay and she would also have pain during sex which put a damper on it all. She placed her lips gently on his neck and knew the reason for her problems with sex. While quenching sexual thirst is a normal desire, it isn't enough. After the fire of passion is over there has to be something else to sustain a life together. She loved her brother and knew he loved her the exact same way. Her ex-husband had sex with her fulfilling his own needs, but her brother made love to her trying to fulfill her needs. Love making had certain dimensions associated to it. Being intimate and close to someone very special during love making was certainly a deeper expression and much needed aspect. Getting home, she dragged him into the house and he barely got the door closed when she was all over him. Experiencing the strange feeling that her life would be totally empty without him had made her want to be sensual for him. She really didn't understand it, but because Derrick didn't expect things from her, it actually made her want to give those things to him. Pressing her lips to his, she panted, "I want you." Sherry loved the feeling of her brother's tongue in her mouth. Throwing her shirt and bra off she continued to kiss him. Then she grabbed his hair and put his mouth to her breast. "Mmm, oh yes," a constant soft moan escaped her as her nipples grew hard. Derrick chuckled as he tried to suck, "Shouldn't we go to the bedroom?" Pushing him away, Sherry dropped to her knees, "I can't wait that long." Pulling her brother's jeans and underwear down around his ankles, she gazed hungrily at his penis. She actually had very little experience before her brother now she would try different things not only to see if he enjoyed them but to see if she did. And she had made a shocking discovery, she really enjoyed sucking his cock. A giggle escaped her as his soft penis slipped past her lips. It was a point of honor for her that she could turn his soft penis into a hard cock. She looked at her brother's face, he didn't seem to mind. Derrick watched his cock slide into his sister's delicate mouth, it was amazing. He knew that Sherry had never even thought about doing this before him, and she had turned out to be good at it. Looking into her eyes as she enjoyed herself was the biggest turn on. Being sucked because he liked it felt great, but being sucked because she liked it was way beyond that. Sherry stood, dropped her jeans and panties, and turned away from her brother. "I've got to have it in me," and she placed her hands on the wall for support. Derrick leaned over her back and whispered, "What about foreplay?" Sherry took his hard cock and placed it between her legs, she was very wet. Feeling his hard cock to her pussy he murmured, "Never mind," and slid inside of her. Having his cock in her always gave her a full feeling. Moaning softly, it was almost shocking when he first penetrated and she got the feeling of something hard inside, something that was not a part of her body giving her sort of a stiff feeling between her legs. "Ohhh," it felt so good when he started to move in and out of her and she pushed back against him. Derrick marveled at his sister, it felt wet and tight and warm inside of her. He couldn't imagine it getting any better than this. She gave a knowing grin at him as he got faster. The feeling of pressure was building as he pushed himself in and out. Actually knowing she was pleasing him and giving him pleasure made it feel way better than just sex. Feeling him thrust in and out sent a shiver through her stomach all the way to her heart. It was just amazing to know she was as close to her brother as she could get and the connection gave her a sense of oneness. She normally enjoyed the steady build-up of arousal, of excitement, of thrilling erotic tension, but there was also something special in being spontaneous. His thrusting made the pleasure from her pussy become more and more intense. Her breathing had become labored, the sensation slowly getting almost unbearable – panting and moaning, Sherry felt it building and building; finally, for a few seconds, it turned into something close to torment. Then hitting a peak, she climaxed. Crossing a threshold her moans and groans got louder as she exploded into release. His hard cock kept ramming into her making her feel as if she were in another world. Derrick knew he had hit the right spot, could feel her body shuddering. His thrusts actually raised her off of the ground as he rammed in even harder and deeper. Grabbing her hips, he thrust as hard and deep as he could and shot his cum in her pussy. It felt like she was getting even tighter as he filled her with shot after shot. Holding her he just tried to breathe. Still deep inside of her, the warm and wet feeling was something completely ecstatic. What he shared with his sister was an amazing mind and body blowing experience. That night, lying in bed, Derrick listened to her as she slept. Her gentle breathing was music to his ears. He turned and saw her reflected in the incoming moonlight. She filled him with so many different emotions, but the one that was keeping him awake was one he couldn't name. He kept seeing her and how she enjoyed herself watching the boys playing football. Taking a deep breath, he turned over. He would worry about it tomorrow. Unfortunately he had other worries at work that week so the tomorrow didn't come until the weekend. The next weekend was the company picnic and as management Derrick was expected to attend. That meant that Sherry had to attend. It wasn't a problem, both of them liked being around other people and several of Derrick's co-workers had become friends that they saw on a regular basis. Sherry watched her brother as he mingled and she was filled with pride at the obvious respect they held for him as a manager. Her life was now happy and she could see a future together with him. They were comfortable together. Sherry got drawn into a game with several other women and a lot of children. Totally enjoying herself she gave into the sheer joy of it. Derrick had worn a constant smile all afternoon, until he saw his sister playing with the children. She was laughing and carrying on and it made him remember her watching the boys playing football. He realized what it was that was bothering him, and his feelings for her had an added emotion -- guilt. After she was done with the game, Sherry went to find her brother and saw him frowning at her. It was the first time she had seen that on his face in a long time. She asked him if anything was wrong but his only response was that he was fine. It was obvious to her that something was bothering him but she let it go. As the picnic wound down and they prepared to leave, she again tried to find out what was wrong but got nothing and the ride home was made in silence. Waking up in the middle of the night she reached for him and found herself sleeping in the bed alone. She got up to hunt for him, finding him asleep in the spare bedroom. She didn't know what was wrong, what she had done. She sat down next to him and gently touched him. She smiled when he woke up. "What are you doing in here?" "I want to be alone, go back to bed." Sherry got up without saying another word. Tears flowed down her face as she went back to bed, the first tears she had ever shed because of him. She lay in bed with hundreds of thoughts racing through her mind. She went over the day trying to figure out what she had done to upset him but simply couldn't imagine what it might be. Brother and sister spent the next two weeks as strangers. Sherry left her brother alone. When he came home from work he said very little, they weren't intimate in any way. She couldn't even get a kiss from him. Each night he slept in the spare bedroom and each night she cried herself to sleep in their bed. Finally, she couldn't take any more. When he came home from work, she confronted him. "Derrick I want to know what's wrong." "Why don't you get off my back?" Sherry erupted, "Fuck you." "You don't like it, why don't you fucking leave?" Sherry was stunned, "What?" Derrick hated himself for causing her pain, "You heard me, go home to the family, find someone else." He watched his crying sister run to their bedroom. His heart was breaking knowing he had done this and he felt the tears run down his own face. That night Sherry stood watching her brother sleeping but not with her. She was so confused and felt so alone. Why was he being this way, what had caused it? She sat down next to him which made him wake up. Derrick looked at her trembling lip, reached out and held her, "I'm sorry Sher." Closing her eyes to the tears, her voice choked with emotion, she spoke from her soul, "I love you and that feeling is now a solid ache in my heart, a never ending always pulsating ache. I miss you, I miss talking to you, I miss hearing you. All of our lives you were the one person I could confide in, who I could tell my deepest and darkest secrets to. No other person knows me like you." She stopped in an attempt to get control of herself, "I miss that level of truth. I miss that level of intimacy." Still holding on, Derrick took a deep breath and slowly let it out. "Never doubt that I love you. You challenge and motivate me to be a better man." She shook her head, "I don't understand what's wrong." "I watched you look at the boys playing football and again playing with the children at the picnic. You love children so much and I am responsible for denying you that part of your life. You would obviously make a good mother and your staying with me is keeping you from being one. It is something I will never be able to give you. I would do anything to make you happy, including giving you up." Smiling and blinking back the tears, she slipped under the covers. They gently kissed and then just fell asleep holding each other, Sherry thinking how much she loved her idiot brother. The next few weeks found their lives more or less back to normal but now it was Sherry avoiding Derrick. She would greet him with a kiss when he came home. They were back to sleeping together but she wouldn't have sex with him. Derrick just figured she was mad at him for the way he had handled the situation instead of just talking to her about it to begin with. About a month later, Derrick pulled up in front of the house but didn't get out of the car. Something was different but he couldn't figure out what it was. He looked at the front of the house and saw it; there, right above the doorknob was a white rose. Walking up to the door, he took the rose and expected a note but there wasn't one. Opening the door he just stood there stunned. There were white and light blue streamers hanging from everywhere. Ribbons and bows had been placed on every conceivable surface. The living room had a sheet blocking it with a sign telling him to go to the spare bedroom. He closed the front door and headed there. The door to their bedroom was closed but the spare bedroom door was open. Taking a deep breath he walked in and saw clothes lying on the bed. There was another note telling him to shut the door, get dressed and then go to the living room. Doing as he was asked, it didn't take him long to see that he was putting on a tuxedo, it did, however, take him several minutes to get into it. Heading down to the living room he discovered that the sheet had been removed and the room had been decorated within an inch of its life. This room continued with the white and light blue streamers, and ribbons but here there were white roses and light blue iris's in crystal vases. The one thing that stood out were the blow up dolls sitting on the sofa and chairs, they were all dressed in suites or dresses. A path of white rose petals lead to the big screen television with a note on the floor. He picked up the note and read 'You know better than that'. He couldn't help but smile. The big screen came on and it was only then that Derrick noticed it connected to Sherry's computer. A man came on the screen, "All rise," this was followed by the wedding march. Derrick watched his sister walking down the aisle wearing a white layered dress with a very pale blue color accent. He had never seen her prettier. When she got to his side she took his hand in hers. The man on the computer continued, "We are gathered in the presence of these witnesses to join Sherry and Derrick in holy matrimony. If any know why these two should not marry, let them speak now of forever hold their peace." Derrick was surprised when Sherry looked intently into his eyes, waiting. That look said she was dead serious. She softly whispered, "I'm not stupid, I know the reasons brothers and sisters do not have children. It is my decision and you have to let me make it." Again, she waited, until she was certain how he felt, her unblinking gaze meeting his. Derrick was relieved when the man on the screen continued, "Derrick take the ring, place it on her finger and repeat after me." It was only then that Derrick saw rings in Sherry's extended palm and a wireless remote for her computer in her other hand. They went through the ring ceremony and exchanged their "I do's". Sherry had placed a video camera on a tripod to record it all, and with the help if her computer, they had given themselves to each other in marriage, each pledging their love for one another. The man on the screen said, "I now pronounce you man and wife, you may kiss your bride." Derrick kissed his sister, his wife, his soul mate. In her return kiss he knew that this was right, that they were right. As the wedding march played, he let her take his arm and they walked out of the living room, almost expecting the witnesses to stand. They went to the kitchen and there was some punch, mini-sandwiches, chips, cookies and a small wedding cake. Derrick and his new wife sat and had something to eat. She then poured them some coffee and together they sliced some of the cake. With the wedding supper finished, Sherry stood and offered her hand to her new husband. "Your honeymoon suite is waiting for you." Walking hand in hand the two made their way to their bedroom. The door was now open and Sherry watched her husband's face as he saw the room decorated with hundreds of candles in glass holders. The flames reflected off of the walls and seemed to dance as they welcomed the newlyweds. Derrick went to enter and realized that Sherry wasn't moving. He smiled as he realized why. Bending down he lifted his wife in his arms and carried her over the threshold of their honeymoon bedroom. Before he would let her down he insisted on a kiss. She didn't seem to mind. "You get undressed, I will be right back." Sherry kissed him again and went into the attached bathroom and shut the door. When she came back out she was wearing a negligee of pure white with blue highlights. Lying on the bed, Derrick couldn't help but stare. The white revealed a lot of her body, but the blue kept her from showing everything. Wearing the soft and delicate material, she was dressed to tease and to please and he felt himself start to react. He opened his arms and his new wife fell into them. Their kisses were tender and filled with the love they both felt. Looking into her eyes he whispered, "No one has ever loved me like this. Everything you have done makes me love you all the more. Thank you." He was stopped by more kisses. "I love you so much." Sherry smiled, "I know, that's why I did it." Her arms went around his neck, their lips pressed together and she felt his hands start to roam over her, gently pressing against the material of her negligee. Washing Away the Pain Ch. 03 The way the material shimmered as her body moved, was driving Derrick crazy. His hand slid over her soft skin made exquisite by the negligee and the experience was intoxicating. The negligee tied in front with several bows of lace. He went to untie them and was stopped. Sherry put his arm around her husband's neck and kissed him, "Hands are not allowed you have to find another way," her tongue traced his lips. Derrick felt her tongue on him saw her eyes staring into his and had a hundred different thoughts race through his mind; he felt every single one of them in his cock. Moving lower he grabbed one tied piece of lace with his teeth and gently pulled the bow apart. Taking his time he pulled the negligee opening wider with his closed lips. As her skin was exposed he slowly licked luxuriating in the scent of her clean washed body accented with a delicate perfume. Sherry watched his tongue making her chest wet inch by inch. He had been slowly making his way down and still hadn't gotten to her nipples. Watching them poking him through the soft material Sherry closed her eyes to the sensation of him starting to suck them through the negligee. A warm sensation started to spread through her. Derrick had the feeling his sister was giving herself to him as a wedding gift so he continued to open his gift, finally getting her breasts revealed he continued licking, sucking and nibbling. Having him pay attention to the other sensitive areas of her body was something of a novelty for Sherry. Her ex had been the only other man to touch her and he usually went right between her legs. She didn't even realize she liked having the sides of her breasts and the area below her nipples licked and played with until her brother had done it to her. Derrick made his way back to the nipples that were standing out from the soft skin of her breasts. As he closed his lips around one he heard his new wife softly moan. The moans continued as he sucked. Sherry could feel each small part of her nipples and aureoles responding to the assault of her brother's mouth and tongue. Every tortured nerve sent a charge through her. Feeling him move down, her stomach did a flip as he made a wet trail on her skin, back and forth, lower and lower. Derrick waited for his wife to look him in the eye. He was poised, ready, but didn't touch her. He gently blew a hot stream of air onto her. He knew she loved what he was going to do. He also knew she could only stand it for a very short time before it didn't feel good anymore. This was their wedding night and there would be nothing that didn't feel good. Sherry bit her lip in anticipation, watched his face, feeling his hot breath on her stomach. Her breathing was erratic, waiting for what she knew he would do. Suddenly she gritted her teeth and her fingers clawed the sheet as she felt his tongue licking the inside of her naval. It tickled! Feeling him move away, she was grateful that he had only done it for a short time. It might take a week or a month, she had plenty of time and she would make him pay. Derrick licked at the thin material pretending to be panties, the scent of her being aroused was enough to make him take her then, but he wasn't done. His tongue traveled down the outside of right leg, progressing slowly to the foot, then the toes. He knew she was just as ticklish between her toes as she was with her naval, so naturally he licked them slowly making it last. Then his tongue traveled up the inside of her leg finally licking her pussy through her panties, before he moved away. By the time he was done with her left leg and was back licking between her legs again, Sherry was in a very bad way. He must have been ready too; she had felt his erection rubbing against her as he moved. Having been allowed to explore his body and letting her try different things had given her a pretty good knowledge of what turned her new husband on. Her voice hoarse with passion, she whispered, "Honey, what does my pussy taste like?" Words that she would never have even dreamed of saying just a short time ago were now something she used to fire him up. Derrick's blood was pounding. His cock was hard, pressed against her soft skin. His tongue touched her pussy through her panties and she all but told him to she wanted his tongue in her. Gripping the ties to her negligee panties with his mouth he removed the last barrier. Using long slow strokes he licked her pussy. He could hear her moan, feel her breathing become labored. Shoving his tongue deeply into her, he heard the breath escape her in a moan. He whispered to her, "It's tangy –," and he licked, "– and sweet –," and licked, "– and creamy," and plunged his tongue into her over and over, deeper and deeper. What he was doing felt so good, it was wonderful knowing that she could be made to feel amazing things and it was all his doing. Being able to trust someone enough to relax and relinquish control made a special bond. He was in complete control of her body's sensations, he chose when, what and how intense. It was a pleasant, harmless power trip that she could share with him when they traded places and she did the same thing to him. She knew what words she could whisper to set his blood on fire, "I want to taste me," the trouble was those same words did the same to her. Derrick was almost glad she wanted something else. While he enjoyed the sensation of being between her legs, the skin of his face contacting skin it normally wouldn't touch, he was having trouble keeping at it with her writhing and squirming against his head, neck, and shoulders. Moving up her he pressed his lips to hers, slid his tongue into her mouth. Sherry pushed him away, "Not that way," and gave her new husband the most erotic look she knew how to give. He found his wife intoxicating. Guiding his hard cock inside of her he let out a sigh as he slid inside of her, "– and so slippery." After a few strokes he took himself out and moved to put his cock to her mouth. It had been a shock learning she liked the taste of her own pussy. Not only that taste but his hard throbbing cock in her mouth, feeling it quiver, ready to fuck her some more. She licked and sucked him clean but then stopped before the end. They had all night, she didn't let him cum inside of her mouth, even though she could almost taste it, could feel his load of cum sliding down her throat. She moaned to him, "I want you." Derrick couldn't take anymore and knew that they both were fast approaching a point where they might just rape each other. Moving back down he shoved his hard cock all the way in her and listed to her intake of breath. Pushing slowly into her combined with a fast withdraw only to be repeated over and over made Sherry whimper a soft mewing sound. Her body matched him in stroke and rhythm. The pleasure she received was given right back to him. Her body grew hotter skyrocketing toward an explosion. He knew his new wife was very near finishing. Her face and her chest were flushed with sexual ecstasy. It felt like she was on fire and wanted to take him with her. He rammed harder and harder as his mind took in the smooth sensation of their bare skin touching each other, sweat dripping from them both, the room filled with the sounds of their heavy breathing and her quite moans of pure pleasure. His fingers wrapped with hers and he felt the sensation of his cock getting really tight, starting to throb. The sensation grew as he pounded harder yet. For a few seconds his mind went numb, his actions became uncontrollable and he started to ejaculate, shooting his hot cum into her. Sherry watched the love and passion written on his face. Looking at their entwined fingers the dividing line melted away, and she no longer knew where he began and she ended. Feeling him throbbing deep inside of her it felt like her entire body was flooded with deep sensations that washed through her soul. The heart pounding pleasure became too intense and with a powerful rush her pussy exploded sending an amazing stream of sensations through her entire body. Brother and sister, husband and wife held onto each other, their arms and legs wrapped together in a climax that joined them on many levels. Each held onto the other sharing in the pleasure they had given to the other. They lay together, basking in the afterglow of their lovemaking, sharing in their love for each other. Derrick kissed his wife, "I love everything you did. I was wondering if you would like to go on a for real honeymoon? Maybe we could go on a cruise of something. Sherry hoped that their life together would be as happy as they were now, "I love you." "I love you too." The special locked jewelry box now had three rings.