7 comments/ 16115 views/ 13 favorites Choices: Revisited By: Choices101 Choices revisited is a series that follows "Choices" which tells the story of a relationship that is build between three people. Brother, Brandon Jenson. Sister, Monica Jenson and Kimberly Chambers a long time friend of Monica. Choices followed the three of them building their relationship and all the hardships they faced. Choices Revisited will tell the story of their lives directly after they all claim one another in greater detail. We hope you enjoy. ~{Part 1}~ The Aftermath -Monica- We woke up the following morning to a silent house. Part of me expected to wake up to the sounds of sirens and police with guns drawn, but it seems my father had taken Brandon's threat seriously. Brandon was asleep on his back with one arm around Kim and one arm around me. I had fallen asleep on my back with my head laid back in the crook of Brandon's shoulder. Kim was still on her side facing Brandon with her arm around him and her fingertips touching my side. They looked so peaceful. I was just considering going back to sleep until the sound of my cell phone got me out of bed. Still naked from the night before I crossed his room to where all of our clothes laid and fishes my cell phone out of my pocket. The Caller ID just made me sigh and leave the room. I had never until this moment walked naked through the house before, but something felt different now. "Hey Dad." I did my best to keep the annoyance and anger out of my tone. "Look, I am not sure if I can talk to you anymore. You almost killed Kim...and how you treated Brandon all because of a mistake Mom made. It was horrible." "Monica, I have had a lot of time to think since....HE....held a gun on me last night." Tom said. "Who held a gun on you?" I wasn't stupid, I wasn't about to play along. "Fine, whatever. Look...." Tom sounded a little aggravated and that only made me more angry. "No you look." I snapped. "I love Brandon and I love Kim and we are going to build a life together. You can either accept it or lose your daughter." "B...ut baby." Tom stammered. "You already lost your son, no matter how little you cared for him and your wife. Is your pride really worth losing me too?" I asked and slammed the phone closed. For a time I stood there staring at the stairs and I wanted to cry. It wasn't fair for him to make me chose like this. It didn't matter the reasons or why he felt the way he did. I shouldn't have to chose between my father and the people I love. After I had pulled myself from these rather depressing thoughts I turned to return to bed and found Kim leaning on the door frame with a small throw blanket wrapped around her to guard her from the cold. Her Gothic makeup had come off in the night's passions and her brown hair hung down loosely over her face. I never truly appreciated how beautiful Kim was until that moment. Kim was the kind of girl who got lost in the pack unless you took her out of the make up and fancy clothes. She was pretty with the make up, she was breath taking without it. "Hi." I said softly and smiled. "You woke me up." She whined. "Everything alright?" "No." I admitted. "My father called and tried to talk to me." "Awe baby." She grabbed the edges of the blanket and opened it. She was as naked as I was. Her small breasts stood out proudly and her tiny nipples were poking out from the cold. Her pussy was completely hairless and I noticed a bit swollen. "Come." She commanded. It was such a strange feeling as I walked to her and she wrapped me I the blanket with her. This girl who had been my best friend as long as I could remember was now so much more. I didn't care what anyone else thought or said, I knew how I felt about her and thats all that mattered to me. As I wrapped my arms around her tiny waist I felt like I could stand here forever. "We have to leave." I told her. "What, the house?" She asked, grazing softly at my neck and making happy mewing sounds. "Is he coming?" "No, not...." I whimpered with pleasure as her lips passed over the pulse line of my throat. "Do you know how difficult you make it to talk when you do that?" "Mmhmm." She purred. "And I will continue to make it difficult to talk...until you give me a good morning kiss." I blinked and looked down into those big brown eyes and smiled. So much had changed in such a short time. Two months ago there was no way Kim and I would be sharing a good morning kiss, but now I suddenly felt stupid not to mention neglectful for not doing it sooner. I leaned down and pressed my full lips to her own. The kiss didn't turn into a make out session, as it had last night in the Van, but it was nice none the less. After we broke the kiss she smiled and nodded. "Now, continue." I laughed gently and kissed her temple. She was so adorable, how could I have missed that all these years? "We will have to leave town. Soon." "But Monnie my family is here." She said suddenly. "And I have sent in Resumes to three hospitals in the area." "Everyone knows us here baby." I pointed out. "Do you think Brandon and I can have a normal life here?" And then something hit me that made my lip begin to quiver. "Y...you do want me and Brandon to have as happy a life as you right?" "Of course sweetheart." Kim assured me and then after stealing another quick kiss she turned, left me with the blanket and climbed back into bed with my brother. I took the hint and returned to bed with him as well. We took turns kissing his neck, gently licking his throat to wake him up. When he finally woke up he stretched like a animal would do when woken up from a good sleep and smiled at us. "What can I do for you girls?" He asked with a faint little twinkle in his eyes. "Not that." I said playfully but began to nibble on his ear anyway. He let out a little groan and began to shift back and forth across the bed. Kim has also began to nip at his throat with the tips of her teeth. "Girls...if you don't stop we are never going to be able to talk about whatever you woke me up for." "But....i wanted to play." Kim whispered and I gasped when I felt her fingers suddenly running up and down my already wet pussy. I moaned hotly into Brandon's ear when she slid two of her fingers quickly into me until they were knuckle deep on a single thrust. "Play." She repeated stubbornly as she began to finger fuck me very gently. "Oh god!" I groaned in Brandon's ear. "That....is so not fair!" I felt Brandon shift beneath the blanket and then it was Kim's turn to gasp. She bit her lip and began to push those fingers in and out of me harder. "Monnie....m...m....make him stop!" "Oh god!" I moaned and realized that Brandon's entire body was slid over to Kim and his hips were moving. "Is he not playing fair baby?" "Ut uh!" Kim groaned and then that quickly turned to moans. "Monnie tell him to play fair!.....oh god....i was only using my hands...." "And he's using his big cock isn't he baby?" I purred and began to kiss my brothers throat. "Uh huh...." She moaned as Brandon slid his cock in and out of her tight pussy. "Oh fuck....who am I kidding, fuck me baby." She whined. Brandon wasn't about to let her request go unanswered but all I saw was his movement beneath the blankets. I could however hear the lewd slapping of his hips meeting her ass and the wet suction sounds of her tight pussy trying to suck in his big cock. I wasn't about to let this opportunity pass me by. I grabbed Kim's hand and removed it from my wet slit and then climbed on Brandon's head facing kim. Kim had a happy, no, content look on her face as she let Brandon fuck her from beneath her. I felt Brandon's tongue touch my swollen clit and my whole body shuttered. Kim saw that shutter and grinned. "He just lick your clit?" "Oh god, did he!" I moaned as his tongue now began to snake it's way into me. "How does he feel honey?" "Like heaven!" Kim screamed as she came all over his cock and I too soon felt the stirring in the pit of my stomach. As I heard Kim scream out a second orgasm my own body was rocked by one of my own. I felt my juices explode out and coat Brandon's chin and mouth. "Oh god!" Kim said looking at me. "He's swelling! Baby can I have it? Please Monnie!?" "Take it!" I told her heatedly and then slid off Brandon's face. "Blast her insides baby. Coat her with your cum." That was all Brandon needed. His shoulders tensed and he growled that sexy growl I loved so much. I watched Kim go perfectly still and knew my brother was unloading his seed deep inside her and shivered. God, I wanted that soon. Kim climbed off Brandon and my brother's shoulders fell back to the bed as he panted trying to catch his breath. "Now....what did you wake me up for?" He asked with a chuckle. Kim and I both laughed happily. "My father called." I barely got the words out before I saw his jaw set and him pull Kim a little tighter to him. For a moment I felt a little pang of jealousy, but it soon passed. Kim had been hurt after all. "It got me thinking is all." "That you two should have let me kill him?" Brandon hissed. "No!" I shouted. "He is still my dad Brandon." "....i know....i know." He leaned over and gave me a little kiss by way of apology and I smiled. "And what did it get you thinking beloved?" "I know that Kim's mom is here....and all of that but...." I looked down at my hands and sighed. I hadn't really thought about that side of it. Kim and her mom would have to become distant, she would know who Brandon and I were. "...But we could never have a life here. Not you and me...." "And Monnie deserves happiness as much as I do." Kim said defiantly. "Then we leave." Brandon said without so much as a hesitation. "We pack up and we leave." "You're serious?" I asked him in shock. I didn't expect it to be this easy. "If I want to be with you then we need to leave right?" First he looked at me and I nodded then he looked at Kim and to my surprise, she nodded as well. "Then we leave." "How can we afford it?" I asked, misery gripping my chest. "I have a couple of thousand saved up." Kim offered and that brought my spirits up and then Brandon said something that both broke my heart and made him love him all the more. "I have about ten grand in the bank and I can sell my share of the shop to Brian." He said. My mouth fell open and I heard Kim gasp. "You would give all of that up, for us?" She asked him. He didn't look at her, but directly at me. I knew then that even though he loved Kim, and he probably loved her with a passion and strength I would never know, he loved me first. And I would always be his sister, his lover and someday his wife. "For you two, I would pull down the stars." "Then we better get dressed guys." Kim said, but she gave Brandon one final longing look that made me giggle. "We have a lot to do today." The three of us got dressed then I kissed Brandon deeply goodbye and then kissed Kim the same way and left. Kim kissed Brandon and then followed me out. I saw Kim driving the other direction on the street as Brandon was pulling out of the driveway. I remember thinking to myself, it looks like dreams can come true. -Kim- While Kim and Brandon went to take care of their own business I had some of my own to handle. I couldn't just up and disappear on my mom, but I knew I couldn't explain to her where we were going and why. I could barely handle this situation at that point and I knew my mother had zero chance. When I got to the street I grew up on I pulled up to a house three of four houses down from mine and parked. A quick check in the rear view mirror to make sure I had added the proper amount of extra make up to cover up the nasty bruise on my head and then I got out. My makeup was a little light today, other then the added make up to cover the bruise, with only a layer of black lipstick and black eyeliner. I had on a black skirt that hung down to my mid thigh on one side but all the way down to my ankle on the other and a satin top that hugged my sides and showed on what little breasts I had. The black high heeled boots clicked as I walked up the driveway to my childhood home. Let me tell you, this was by far the hardest walk I have ever taken. I loved Monica and Brandon with all my heart and soul but since I was young I was taught the only constant in life is your mother. I was risking that constant on the belief that Brandon and Monica wouldn't get so lost in their love for each other, they would forget about me. When I walked into my childhood home I felt like I had as a little girl whenever I had gotten into trouble and my mother didn't make it any easier. You see, I was the runt of my family. My mother and father's side didn't have a single family member who was under five foot ten and here I came in at a tiny five foot five. She towered over me as I walked into the house, but she looked angry. "Young lady, you want to tell me why Marsha Collins told me that her husband responded to a head injury at the Jenson house with you listed as the injury?" She demanded. "Uh...." I stammered. "Um...." "Um? That is all you have to say for yourself?" My mother demanded and crossed her arms over a generous amount of cleavage. I got the short end of the stick all around in my family. "Explain Kimberly, NOW!" Hearing that tone I panicked and did the stupidest thing I could possibly have done. I broke down and told my mother everything. Halloween, the costumes, Stella, Monica...all of it. My mother said something then that shocked me. "Where is that Thomas Jenson!" She snarled. "I am going to rip his head off his tiny little body!" "MOM!" I yelled. "Did you not hear me?" "You and Brandon are in love....somehow Monica is mixed up in it and you're all moving away." She said softly and looked down at me. "That about cover it dear?" "....And your...okay with that?" I asked suddenly unsure. "Am I okay with that....NO!" She bellowed but then took a steadying breath and sighed. "Let me tell you a story." And suddenly my mind flashed to Jennifer Jenson and Randy Summers. "OH GOD.....not you too!" As if my mother read my mind she laughed. I mean she laughed. She literally laughed so hard she fell onto the couch. Once her giggle fit had passed looked over at me and smiled. "No, this family is messed up baby, but not that badly. What I was going to tell you was that your father's family had a view on what their family should be like and here I was, a little no good girl from the other side of the tracks whose only talents were basketball and getting things off the top shelves." Then her smile turned tender and she looked at my father's picture on the mantle. My father had died of a heart attack four years before. "I guess what I am saying is that while...i think the Jenson children need to see a counselor and that this is all unhealthy....i know a thing or two about people falling in love with people they shouldn't." "So your going to let me go?" I asked suddenly hopeful. "And keep the secret?" "Baby, your 23 years old...the days when I could threaten you with a spoon to get you to behave are behind us." And then she smiled again, rose from the couch and crossed the room to hug me. "And yes I will keep the secret....as long as you promise me that you will know what your doing and you won't get hurt." I looked up at my mother and appreciated her in a whole new way. "I won't get hurt momma. They love me and I love them." "Well, I haven't unpacked your box's from college yet.....so your already packed." My mom said but she still sounded unsure. "Now go before I change my mind." I hugged my mother and then ran out of the house to my car to find Monica and Brandon. I had only one more stop to make. The bank. -Brandon- I left shortly after the girls did but I knew my errands would take less time. I visited the bank and closed my accounts. Personal and business. They were sad to see me go, but with interest and the business accounts I cleared almost twenty-five grand. The final stop on my tour was the Tattoo shop. Brian had opened it this morning and when I walked in he looked worse for wear. He yelled at me for a clean hour about the gun and making him think I was going to kill someone and end up in prison. One I got him calmed down enough to talk I looked over at him and my expression turned serious. "So, does your dad still want to buy me out?" "You know he does." Brian said with a snort. "Thinks I shouldn't be apprenticing to someone younger then I am. I tried to explain to him that your an artist, but he won't listen." I could still kind of understand it, Brian was five years older then me after all. "Call him." I told him with a straight face. "Why?" Brian asked with a lifted brow. "Tell him that I have been a royal pain in the ass today and I am offering to be bought out." I told him and the series expression on my face told him I was serious. "Tell him that I may rethink the offer if he doesn't get me a generous buy out payment now." "Oh my god!" Brian snapped. "You did shoot someone!" "I didn't!" I said with a laugh. "Me and Kim are running away together." "Kim...." He stopped for a second thinking and then his eyes lit up. "You mean that hot little Gothic chick who hangs around with your sister? Congrats man! You could definitely do worse!" "I know, but we need to get out of town now before Monica's dad finds out." I saw the look on his face and chuckled. "Long story, just make the call." Brian walked away to call his dad. I don't know if his father did ninety to the bank or what but the two of us could only talk for a half an hour before his dad showed up with another twenty-five grand in cash. I looked down at the bag of money and was tempted to take it and run, but I knew better. "Do you understand this shop makes this is three months?" I asked with a lifted brow. "It's not enough." "What in the hell do you mean it's not enough!" His father bellowed and he was the kind of man whose face turned purple when he yelled. "As if it's not bad enough you have my son, who is older and more talented then you working for you but now your trying to trick more money out of me." I just stood with a lifted brow and listened to his tirade but it was Brian who stopped it. He snatched the bag out of his father's hands and shoved it into mine. "That and five percent a month." I always liked Brian so I smiled, nodded and added. "Three percent." We shook hands, I shoulder checked his father and walked out of the shop for the last time. Only one last thing to do and little did I realize, Monica had already done it. I parked outside the motel where my dad was staying with his family and wasn't surprised to find Mom's car here. I was surprised to find Monica and Kim's cars here though. I thought about locking the two bags in the trunk, but I wasn't about to risk it. When I got to his door it was cracked so I left myself in. Mom squealed when she saw me and rushed over to hug me. I had never seen her look happier. She kissed me on the cheek and smiled. "They told me all about it! Your really doing it? You and the girls?" "Yes momma." I said with a smile. "We are really doing it." Dad walked over and gave me a hug and whispered in my ear. "If you get there and need anything. New Start up. References. A little floating cash. Call me you hear me?" All I could do was hug the man who had always had my back my whole life and hold him tight to me. "Thanks dad." I whispered. "Your father is in for a rough week." I heard mom tell Monica. "You are leaving today and I am leaving with Randy and Catherine tomorrow." "Really?" Kim said suddenly excited. "When did you decide that?" "Today?" Catherine said from a chair near the window. "Are are renting a truck, packing her up and moving her down with us." Choices: Revisited Ch. 02 Choices revisited is a series that follows "Choices" which tells the story of a relationship that is build between three people. Brother, Brandon Jenson. Sister, Monica Jenson and Kimberly Chambers a long time friend of Monica. Choices Revisited will tell the story of their lives directly after they all claim one another in greater detail. We hope you enjoy. ~{Part 3}~ In the lights of New York -Brandon- The elevator ride up to the room seemed to take forever. I could feel Kim fidgeting nervously at my side. For the life of me I couldn't understand why, less then two hours ago she had her hand on my leg on the plane and now when I looked at the beautiful Gothic girl standing next to me she looked down right petrified. When the double doors of the elevator opened Kim didn't seem to want to get out, and when she finally did she was dragging her feet looking down at the floor. "You okay Kimmy?" I asked as we walked. Kim looked down at the floor and then up at me, a little smile touched the corners of her lips and she whispered. There was something about her eyes when she looked at me, they were usually soft golden brown, like molten gold but tonight they shined like a gold band and sparkled like a thousand little diamonds. "Are you truly happy Brandon?" Before I could answer we reached the door and Kim opened it with the key card the front desk had given us. I tossed my bags into the room, and then her own. She looked at me with a lifted brow and before she could so much as get the first syllable of a question out I scooped her up into my arms and cradled her tenderly. "Kim, my love, I couldn't be anymore happy with the way my life as turned out. Monnie and me would have been good, very good but you my Gothic Princess, you have made us whole. You are second to no one Kim, I love you." "Oh....Brandon." She cooed at me and buried her face happily in my throat. I carried my bride across the threshold of our honeymoon suite and set her down on the other side of the door. I closed the door and rounded on her, but she danced out of my arms with a giggle. I let out a playful growl and stepped toward her, but again she danced out of reach. "Come here." I growled. "Nope!" She giggled and then smiled her impish little smile. "You unpack us. I, need time to get ready." "Your ready." I purred. "Come to me." Kim took a single step forward as if my command triggered some part of her that demanded she obey. A look of complete lust and commitment was clear in her eye, but there was also a hint of a pleading regret. "Please?" She whined softly and took another step almost against her will. "....Please my husband? I want to give you something....but I cannot say no to you. Please baby?" "When could I ever deny you anything?" I whispered. Kim squealed happily and then ran to me. She kissed me softly on the cheek then ran to her bag, grabbed the smallest one and ran to the bathroom door. The door closed and I was left alone with the room. The room was split into three rooms. A living room with a large couch, a huge television set and a bowl of fruit and champagne on the table. The second room was a bedroom with a huge queen sized bed covered in silk sheets with a mosquito netting style canopy hanging down around it. The final room was a dinning style room with a huge table and a little mini fridge sitting next to the window. Not bad for nearly a nearly two grand for the week. After I walked the room I popped the champagne cork and poured two glasses of the clear liquid. I pulled off the black T-shirt I wore and kicked off the boots. Around the time my socks joined my boots I heard the bathroom door open and turned to greet my bride and found I couldn't breath. Kim had showered and cleaned all of the make up from her face and I saw then what Monica had seen a year before. My Kim was beautiful without the make up. Her cheeks had just enough color to them to show off the breathtaking paleness of her skin. Her lips were full and had a reddish/pink tone to them naturally. Her hair was damp and had a semi curl to it as it hung down and framed her face. She wore a white sheer robe that was open and hung down to her mid thighs. Beneath it a satin black pair of bikini cut panties and a black satin bra that cupped and pushed up her small but perfectly rounded breasts. "Hi baby." She whispered in a sultry purr. "..K...im?" I said in disbelief. Suddenly my throat was dry and my tongue felt huge in my mouth. "Do you like?" She whispered and twirled at just the right speed so when her back was to me each of her perfectly rounded ass cheeks flexed. She sounded a little like a high school who was looking for the approval of her prom date. "....You are beautiful." I whispered in awe. "How could I have never noticed how truly magnificent you are Kimmy?" Kim's lip began to tremble in happiness. Her cheeks flushed and I noticed the faint aroma I knew very well. My beautiful brides pussy, I could smell it from here. She was dripping wet. "It's all yours beloved." "Can I have it?" I whispered and began to walk unsure toward her. I could feel my heartbeat picking up in my chest. "Brandon." She whispered and I noticed kept her hand closed tightly. "You have given me so much more then I ever thought possible." She took a single step toward me, her eyes shining with a perfect mixture of love and lust. "You have opened my eyes to a world filled with love, loyalty, teasing and more affection than I ever considered." She took another step and I could see the way her breasts heaved with each heated breath. With each word she seemed to pause, a half a seconds hesitation as if the words she spoke were to powerful, even for the person speaking them. Some barriers, no matter how long it became, stayed strong and Kim was terrified of her feelings, even years later how strong they were terrified her. It was something so adorable about her. "You have finally opened me up to the woman I always knew I could be......and given me a woman who never fails to show me she wants me and a man who I know will never betray me. For all of this I want to give you something I promised myself I would only give the man who I gave my heart to forever. The one man I would never ask for my heart back, no matter what he did. The man I trusted completely." When she stopped speaking and walking she was standing right in front of me with her small breasts pressed into my stomach. I looked down into her angelic little face and ran my hand up her side through that sheer robe. I could feel the lump in my throat becoming more problematic then the lump in my jeans. "...What do you want to give me beloved?" Kim lifted that closed hand very slowly and held it up to her face, level with my chest. Her eyes twinkled in a way I had never seen before. She looked excited and yet scared all at the same time. Slowly she opened her hand and inside it she held a single small bottle of K-Y jelly. "There is still....a part of me that is a virgin." The words came out soft, almost as if she herself were in disbelief that she was about to do this. "You haven't ever?" I whispered in shock. "No Brandon." Kim said softly. "I never have, so you my prince must be gentle." For a time I stood there staring at her. I loved her more then ever before at that moment, she was going to give me something priceless. I picked up my tiny bride and carried her to the bed. I laid her down and watched as she slipped higher up the bed until she stopped with her head resting on the pillow with her hair framing her face. Slowly I pulled the robe down one arm then the other. I watched her bit her lip ever so gently as I slid those panties down her slender toned legs. Kim crossed her legs modestly. She reminded me so much of the first girl I had ever been with. So self conscience and worried about what I would think about her. I knew then how deeply she loved me. After seeing her be completely degenerate, she was shy now. She wanted to be my wife, not my whore. "Come to me my bride." I whispered. She leaned up, arching her back until her lips met mine and our tongues intertwined with one another. I heard her moan gently into the kiss. She arched her chest into my own when she felt the satin fabric of her bra slid free from her body. Her tiny nipples felt so hard on my chest. Her hands slipped down and undid the buttons of my jeans and pushed them with her feet until they slipped off and fell to the floor. The boxers were the next to go. Her dark eyes stared into my own and I watched her bit her lip gently as the silk slid down my hips. Once they hit the floor her hands began to explore. When her hand found my cock she closed it around the length. Her hand could barely fit around the length. There was no rush in Kim's movements, her hand slid up and down the length of that hard strip of flesh at a slow and gentle pace which brought moans from my lips almost as soon as she started. My own fingers then began to slid up her slender thighs and found the bare lips of her pussy so wet they were actually parting like two little pedals on a rose opening for the morning sun. She was so wet the wetness was running down her lips into the grooves of her thighs. Two fingers gently teased the opening and pushed slowly into her. The moan which left those sexy full lips was reward enough as far as I was concerned. "Now....please before I lose my nerve." Kim whispered and gently pushed at me I got the message and leaned back. She crawled up onto her hands and knees. She leaned down and placed her chest on the pillows so her little ass was in the air and waving seductively at me. I slid my hand along the curve of her ass and heard her whimper with a mixture of desire and fear. "Are you sure this is what you want sweet heart?" "Yes." She whimpered and then added. "Please Brandon...be gentle." I emptied a good portion of the bottle into my palm and then ran my hand up and down the length of my cock and applied some to her tiny little rose bud just to be safe. I placed the head at her unused back door and gently began to push. The second I began to add pressure I could hear my beautiful bride whimper. "Kim?" I asked concerned. "Don't stop!" She snapped. "Please baby I want this....i want it to be you..." There was a large part of me that wanted to stop. Something about hearing the whimpers of a woman I had come to love more then my own life but when I heard that snap and the plea in her voice all I could do was press forward gently. The outcry of pain when the head of my cock broke the plain of her virgin ass about broke my heart but then Kim did something I didn't expect. She reached between her legs and I felt her fingertips on my balls. I knew then, her fingers were working overtime on her clit. She was trying to off set the pain in her ass with pleasure. Smart girl. "More." She ordered and I pushed another two inches into her ass. My teeth ground together from the pressure that was wrapped around my cock. It was all I could do to keep hard, the pressure was so intense it was hard to keep the blood pumping. Perhaps I should have used more lube, but then again this feeling....was magical. With a tiny little whimper another two inches buried into her tight, tiny virgin hole. I looked down and saw how much cock was still remaining and gulped. It was like pushing a hot dog into a keyhole. By the time I had all of my cock locked snuffly into her tight little ass. "Baby...." I heard Kim whimper. "Please hold still....god it feels like its going to tear me apart." "Baby we can stop." I pleaded, but I couldn't keep the pleasure filled whine out of my tone. Being in something so hot and tight was like heaven. It was a bit painful, but still heaven. "No!" Her voice was commanding. She has heard the tone in my voice and wasn't going to ruin this for me. "Okay....it doesn't hurt....just very full. Go....but go slow." The lubrication helped as I began to ease the thick length of cock out of her ass. The push back in was less resistant then the first and the one after that went in without much resistant at all. As I pulled back and pushed in again I heard the most beautiful sound I had ever heard. I heard Kim groan with pleasure. "Do you like it baby?" I asked as I pushed in the length of my cock deep into her ass again. When my cock bottomed out inside her ass she sucked in a deep moan and began to wiggle her ass just a little. "That..feels better then I expected baby." She cooed. "More?" I grabbed her tiny hips and brought her back into me a bit firmer. Her ass hit my flat stomach softly yet hard enough to bounce slightly. When her ass hit my stomach and that cock burried itself in her tight back door she whimpered again. Using her hips I began a steady movement, moving just my hips forward and back. My cock was sliding in and out of her ass nicely now with no resistance. "Oh god..." Kim moaned and began to throw her ass softly back into me. "I see why girls like this....oh....god baby. Something's missing....." "I know baby." I moaned as she threw her ass back into me. "It's your beautiful wife's tight pussy. It's not on your tongue." As soon as those words left my mouth she screamed and I felt through the thin wall separating my cock from her sweet pussy the walls of that beautiful mound convulsed in orgasm. I had hit a very soft spot and I knew it from the last year with them. They loved me, and they adored making love to me but they had a very, very tender spot for licking each other. "Awe, does my Kimmy like her wifey's pussy baby?" "...N....ot fair..." Kim whimpered as she rode her orgasm bucking on the thick cock pumping in and out of her ass. "What about you?" She moaned as the orgasm subsided. "I see how you look with your cock lodged down her throat. Can you....OH GOD....can you picture it my love?...oh FUCK..that feels so GOOD!....Monnie's pretty blond head flying up and down in your lap beloved?" "Stop that." I warned and just so show I meant it began to hammer her tiny little ass a little harder, a little deeper. "OH GOD!!" She shrieked at the sudden pounding into her ass. Her body began to shake, convulse and seize as a monster orgasm began to take hold. We were playing a game now, who could tease the other to orgasm. It was a game we had never played before, fitting the first time of many to come would be on our honeymoon. "FUCK!....Her wet tongue sliding over your beautiful....talented...OH MY GOD!....heavenly cock....the way her pussy wraps around you so tight. OH BABY....like it was made for you." I began to pant as she spoke these things that seemed to flash through my mind in burning images that seared my brain. My cum felt like it was on fire, bubbling up the length of my cock and begging to get out. My grip on her hips tightened and I began to bring her back with such ferocity that the whole beg shook and the people around us had to begin to complain about the screaming. I was losing this war and needed to bring out a special weapon. "You remember the night of the wedding...." I began and pulled her back into me as hard as my arms could pull leaving little red contact marks on her pale tight ass. "....You and Monnie were so happy, she climbed up on you and rode your face while I watched. She screamed out she loved her wife as she came." Kim's body froze at that moment with me buried hilt deep in her ass. She turned her head and looked at me with a look in her eyes that was a mixture of ecstasy and anger. "Not....fair." She whispered and then threw her head back in orgasm. Through the thin membrane separating my cock from her throbbing pussy I felt the walls shutter and vibrate. The room was a constant echo of her passionate screams. The muscles of her ass began to clamp down on the length of my cock. Hearing her screams of pleasure was more then I could bare with a growling moan I threw my head back and exploded deep inside her once virgin ass. The two of us collapsed to the bed. Kim wiggled around until she was pushing herself into my arms caressing my throat with her lips. Our bodies were covered in a thin layer of sweat and the only sounds which filled the room was that of her soft panting. After a few minutes she looked up at me and smiled. "That was low beloved." Though she said this, there was a strange fondness in her voice. "We were at war and you had to bring up when Monica climbed on my face. Cheater." "All is fair in love and war." I said with a grin. "I love you Brandon." Kim whispered. Before I could even respond I looked down and saw Kim was sleeping peacefully into the groove of my neck. I wrapped my arms around her tiny frame and pulled her to me. This woman had just given me a priceless gift. In a way she had given me her virginity and I adored her for that. "I love you too Kim." I whispered and laid my head back on the pillow. ~{Part 4}~ Some surprises are horrible... -Monica- If I had known the kind of problems that I was about to cause I would have never answered my cell phone and given Jason our address, but the truth was I was lonely. When the door bell rang both Lady and Tramp ran to the door and barked. We named them after the old disney movie, it turns out it was all of our favorites. I had changed into a pink sun dress, a pair of pink sandals and had my hair down over my shoulders. When I opened the door and saw Jason again I had to admit, I felt a little flutter in my chest. He was wearing a black silk button up shirt that was open, a black undershirt and a pair of black slacks. His dog tags were hanging down over the undershirt. Another of the danger signs I didn't notice, he looked like he was dressed for a date. "Wow Monnie." Jason said in awe as he looked over my body. When his eyes stopped at my breasts I cleared my throat. "My eyes are up here Jason." I said firmly, but with a playful little smile. "You never used to mind me checking out the girls. In fact, you use to encourage it." Jason said with a crooked smile. "How can you blame me anyway, look at them." I looked down at the top of the pink sun dress and I had to admit, they did look amazing. The 36C breasts were being pushed up by the bra making the lines of the sides and tops of the mounds of flesh show themselves very provocatively. "Sorry.....i should have given more thought to my outfit of choice." "I am not complaining." Jason said with a grin. All I could think was, yes and that is my problem. Before I could say anything however he lifted his arm and held up the thin bottle of green fluid. I looked at it and a grin touched the corners of my lips. "Is that what I think it is?" "Tryce family homemade Apple Martini." Jason said with a grin. "That will go well with the ribs." I said with a answering grin and led him through the house into the dining room where the two places were set for dinner. No candles to make it look like a romantic dinner but seated across the table from each other was a full plate of ribs, seasoned fries and Corn bread muffins. Jason took in the spread of food with a lifted brow and said with a faint little chuckle. "You aren't a cook Monnie, let alone someone to cook meat." "A lot has changed." I answered with a little laugh. "My w...." I could actually taste the lump in my throat and said softly. "Brandon's wife taught me how to make them." "Well let's eat." Jason said and we slid into our spots on the table. I poured each of us a glass of the Apple Martini which left a surprising amount of the liquid left in the bottle. We sat there and ate our meal and talked about the good times in high school. Jason and I had gotten together at the end of freshman year. He was the young rebel type who didn't come from a good home and rebelled against the system because of it and I was the popular girl who he jumped at the chance to be with. I realized then that like Brandon, I was in love with him for years before I realized it. I chose Jason because he reminded me so much of my Brandon, and thinking about Brandon always got those special instincts running....whether I wanted them to or not. Choices: Revisited Ch. 02 After freshmen year I filled out nicely and I noticed he did as well. He worked out more and more, began to drive a motorcycle and within a year we became the 'It' couple. The end of our sophomore year I gave him my virginity. He claims that I didn't take his, but there was no way he could have been that bad the first four or five times we had sex and then get so much better, unless he was a virgin too. Midway through Junior year we told each other I love you, at the same time as funny as it was. In the middle of one of those action movies everyone raves about. By the end of Junior year we were having sex nearly three times a week and drinking a lot of home made apple martini's made by his uncle. He just liked them, but I loved them. At the end of Senior year I head he was planning to propose, but we were both to young. When he got wind that I was thinking of not accepting he signed the paperwork to join the military. That was the end of us. I wasn't going to give up my life to become a army wife. We had a great prom and then he told me he was joining the military. I was just finishing my ribs, thinking back on high school when he drained the second martini and looked across the table at me. "Monica, why did you act like you did?" "What?" I asked as I set the rib down. "Do you mean about not wanting you to stare at my breasts?" "Of course not." Jason said with a dismissive wave of his hand. "After Prom when I told you I was joining the army." "What did you expect me to say?" I said firmly. "I wasn't going to give up my life...." "You didn't even try and talk me out of it!" Jason said sadly. "I decided to do it because I heard you weren't going to accept my proposal and you didn't even try and talk me out of it. Just, thanks for the last four years, nice knowing you." "It wasn't like that." I said defensively "What was I supposed to say? You had made up your mind and I was scared enough about the proposal." "Well, I am back now." He said with the faintest little smile. "And here you are in Paradise of all places. It's like fate...." "Whoa...." My eyes widened when I heard these words and I slid the plate away. "Jason that's not going to happen." "Why? You said yourself, your divorced." Jason said with a nod to the rings on my hands. "We made a mistake all those years ago and now we can make it right." "Jason." I said softly, trying to let him down as gently as I could. "My relationships....are complicated. This thing between us, whatever it was had it's chance Jason." "But Monnie." He whispered. I cut him off before he could finish. "Jason please. If you ever loved me....can we just let it drop? Like I said, It's complicated." For a time he sat there and said nothing and I did everything short of looking at him. The table, the floor, my own hands. Anywhere but at him. Seeing him reminded me of the old times and Jason was a good lover, not in Brandon's caliber, but good none the less. "If that's what you want Monnie." Jason agreed and that was that. We spent the next two hours really reminiscing about the old days and drinking that home made bottle of Apple Martini's. Just as we walked into the living room and turned on the stereo a song came on that took us both back. I set down the empty 2 liter bottle of the Apple Martini and turned up the stereo. Jason, whose eyes were a bit glazed over smiled. "The prom's final song." He slurred. "Truly..." I agreed and smiled. "Our song." "One dance?" Jason asked and held his hands out for me. I knew I shouldn't but I nodded and placed my hands in his. I told myself that this was our song and one dance wouldn't hurt. We danced slowly around the living room and my hands slid up he back of his shirt and ran up and down the back of the undershirt. "I'll be your dream I'll be your wish I'll be your fantasy I'll be your hope I'll be your love Be everything that you need I'll love you more with every breath Truly, madly, deeply do I will be strong I will be faithful 'cause I'm counting on A new beginning A reason for living A deeper meaning, yeah" I knew I should pull back then. I should break the dance up and ask him to leave, but when he looked down at me all I thought was, they left me behind. They wanted to be alone. And here was Jason after all of these years looking down at me. His hands running up and down my sides, but he wasn't my Brandon. He wasn't my Kim. "...."Jason you should.....go...." "You don't want me to...." Jason whispered and leaned his head down and kissed me. The kiss felt so nice, warm and I felt so wanted but I pulled back and gently pushed on his chest. "Jason....please we can't do this." "Monica..." His lips brushed to my throat and my whole body began to shake. "I can feel how badly you want me. You don't want to be alone." "They left me alone." I whimpered and began to slid my hands up and down his back a little harder. "They didn't want me to be with them." "I want you." Jason whispered and kissed me again. I pushed weakly at his chest as the tears began to form in my eyes. Softly my lips parted and I felt his tongue slid over my own. Like a electrical shock I pulled back and pushed him hard. "Jason no....please." "Monnie." Jason whispered and pulled my sides until I pressed into him. I could feel the lines of his muscles and the firmness of his cock on my thigh. "I won't leave you behind. Like the song says, be everything that you need." I let out a tiny whimper and mashed my lips to his. If I had only said out loud what I was thinking it may have shocked him into stopping but I didn't. I only thought to myself, you can be Brandon then. My Brandon. My beloved brother. Take me baby and then I kissed him. The fever of the kiss was such that his hands slid up my legs instantly and bunched the pink sun dress around my waist. The pink boy shorts were all that covered my thick ass and shaved pussy from the evening air. I moaned heatedly when his fingertips began to trace the length of my lips. When he pulled those panties to the side and pushed two fingers inside me I bit down into the fabric covering his shoulder. Jason knew how to play my body, and he knew it well. Before I even knew what was happening I had his silk button up shirt on the floor, his undershirt lying on the arm of the couch and his belt undone. He had the shoulder straps of my sun dress down and had the whole dress bunched around my waist. My bra joined his shirt on the floor and my breasts stood proud and needing, exposed to his groping hands. "Come on Monnie." Jason purred as he leaned down and began to flick his tongue over my nipple. Jason knew all of my weak spots and how to play them, but he had no idea how badly I was screwing up. "You need to get down and suck my cock Monnie" "No..." I whispered, but moaned as his fingers forced their way in deeper. "J....baby no." I couldn't bring myself to not call him Brandon. Even as drunk as I was, a part of me knew. "Please, don't make me." "But you love sucking cock Monnie." Jason purred and used his thumb now to manipulate my clit. "Don't you want to taste my cock?" "OH GOD!" I shuttered as I came all over his hand, and I wanted that cock in my mouth so badly my mouth was watering. I wanted to slid my mouth over his cock, I wanted my Brandon's cock deep in my throat. "Please....don't make me.....that's special now....please!!!" I began, even drunk to panic. "Okay..." He soothed and began to work those fingers in and out again. "You don't have to suck my cock. Get on the couch, it's time you screamed for me." "Oh god!" I groaned and fell backwards on the couch. Who knows how far it would have gone had he not leaned down and ran his tongue over the length of my pussy. My body froze at that tongue and I looked down expecting to see Kim, my beautiful brunette gothic goddess but instead saw the crew cut of Jason Tryce. "Oh god....Jason stop!" "Oh no Monnie it's to late for that." Jason said with a playful grin and stood up to aim his cock at my dripping opening. "NO!" I snapped and shoved him backwards. The shock on his face would have been funny had it not looked so sad. "Jason i'm married!" "You're Married?!" Jason snapped and stood up straight. "What the fuck do you mean your married!? Where is your husband?" "Oh his honeymoon with our wife." I said desperately and pulled the sun dress down, no idea why I said this but it just kinda slipped out. "WHAT!?" He yelled more then a little confused. "Monica talk to me." "I can't." I wailed. Even drunk I knew better then to give away this secret. I played my face in my hands and began to cry. Jason sighed and crouched down in front of the couch. The fact that my breasts were on dislay didn't even seem to phase him now. His first love was crying. "Monica talk to me. You know you can tell me everything." "I got married." I cried and held out my hand to show the two rings. "Twice. Once to him and then to her....it's only legal once, but we all married one another." "You married a woman?" Jason choked and then chuckled softly. "I wouldn't mind seeing you two together Monnie." He asked slyly. "I don't think our husband would like that J." I said with a chuckle. Though I laughed, I still felt his fingers in the depths of my pussy, felt his cock throbbing in my hand. I had cheated on my Brandon and my Kim. "Tell me about him." Jason asked as he pulled the top of my sun dress up to cover my breasts. He pulled on his own undershirt and sat down on the arm of the couch. "He's tall, well muscled. He tells us he loves us everyday. He is soft spoken and very gentle. He's an artist who does tattoo's." I said with a gentle smile. "Hmm." Jason leaned back on the back edge of the couch and chuckled. "Sounds like Brandon. I heard he does tattoos now." The mere mention of Brandon brought a tender smile to my lips. God, how could I have been so stupid? I may be lonely and feel like they left me out but thats no reason to give up hope on the two people I trusted and loved most in this world. "Jason I think we should call this a night." "We have a whole night ahead of us." Jason said with a sad expression. "We can't do that, but we can still catch up." "....i have somewhere to be." I said softly and we said goodnight. I know we had all made a decision, but I was changing it. This situation had showed me the fact that I was far more lonely then I thought I was. Choices: Revisited "Well girls....." My mom said tearfully and hugged each of her daughters. "You two take care of each other....and Monnie...." "Yea mommy?" Monica whispered tears in her eyes. Mom looked at her brother and there was a strange tenderness in her eyes that I hadn't seen in many, many years. "Cherish it and don't ever force him to feel like he has to." "I won't mommy." Monica whispered and then the three of us walked out before any of us could cry anymore. We packed up Monica's clothing and personal belongings while Kim went and got a truck that can be taken long distances. Most companies don't allow you to take their truck more then a few hundred miles. When the truck pulled up we loaded up her clothes, books and all of her entertainment items, like her TV and Stereo. I didn't have much to pack, Tom had made sure of that. I repacked my clothes, my tattoo design books and from his sock drawer I began to look for an an item I didn't let anyone ever see. I always called it My most important treasure. My mother, Tom and Monica, hell most of my friends joked that it was a nude magazine or some kind of porno but whenever they looked in the drawer they couldn't find it. Once the drawer was empty of the socks Monica watched as I pulled up the bottom panel of the drawer. I had replaced it years ago and added a second layer. I would have done anything to hide this secret. Monica stepped forward to look at what I had hidden. From the dresser drawer I pulled out two small pictures. The first was a picture of Monica when she was nine or ten and she was laughing as she let go of the back of a blond haired boy who was trying to ride a bike for the first time. The second was of Monica in a blue gown. Her blond hair was curled and hanging down over her angelic face. She had a radiant smile on her face and a graduation cap in her hand. Her blue eyes, the Jenson blue eyes were shining radiantly. "T...that is my high school graduation." Monica whispered. "Yes. It was." I said simply. "But you refused to come." I heard the sad, almost accusatory tone in her voice. "You told me you would rather burn in the tenth level of hell then watch another person celebrate my life." "I lied okay." I said shortly. "Drop it." "No, I won't." Monica pressed. I felt her take my hand and gently turn me around by it. "Brandon, baby talk to me. Why would you hide these?" "You....were so beautiful." I whispered. I felt awkward and a little embarrassed. My biggest secret was about to be laid bare and I knew somehow, she already knew it. "....You were in love with me before Halloween weren't you Brandon?" Monica gasped as she said this and when pulled him to her until her body was pressed to mine. "Brandon why didn't you tell me? Maybe we could have started this years sooner. Maybe I could have taken you away from this place." "The time wasn't right." I said simply. "Can we drop it." "Yes....if you promise me something." Monica said in a sly tone of voice. "O...kay?" I asked. Monica ran quickly from the room and came back holding a picture frame. Inside the picture was a picture of her, me and Kim. I remembered this day, it was the first day we had met. I was 8 and the girls were 12. She handed me the frame and smiled. "When we get our apartment or house or whatever it is, we hang all three of these up. All I could do was nod as tears threatened to fall. I had been in love with Monica since I was little. She had always wanted to be daddies girl and had picked on me like he did but at the end of the day it was Monica who I walked to first. It was Monica who taught me to ride a bike. It was Monica who held me as I cried from my first nightmare. It was Monica who, though taunting me while she did, had used her own concealer to cover up a zit before my first dance. How could I not love her after that. After we loaded her box's, dressers, displays, bed and my box and bed we headed for Kim's. Kim and her mom were waiting for us outside. After her mother and I loaded all the heavy stuff and my god her mother is a huge woman at a towering 6'1, the girls headed inside and began to bring out box's, keep sakes, pictures and Kim's flute. As the girls went in to grab another load her mother suddenly turned to me, grabbed me by the shirt and pulled me to the side of the house. Once we were out of sight she placed her hand to my chest and shoved. My back hit the wall of the house and for a moment I thought her mother was going to kiss me but she leaned in close and hissed. "Kimberly told me everything." She hissed. "Fuck." I groaned and whined when she slapped me in the side of the head. "Hey!" "Watch your mouth. I will not have my son use that kind of language around me." Charlotte snapped. "Your son?" I asked with a choke in my tone. "Yes, that is the only way she leaves with you." Charlotte said firmly. "You want me to marry her today?" I said in disbelief. "Don't be an idiot." She said with a chuckle. "i know how deeply you and Monica will love one another and I am terrified for my Kim. I am terrified she will get lost in all of this and when you and Monica get tired of her you will send her home broken and alone." "Mrs. Chambers that won't happen." I insisted. "I love Kim. More then I can express." "Promise me you will marry her Brandon." She pressed. "Promise me...that you will prove to her that she is every bit as important to you as Monica is." The fear and passion in her voice took me back slightly. All I could do was nod, the words wouldn't come out. When I finally found my voice I whispered. "I promise you....Mom." When I said the word "mom" she smiled, threw an arm around my shoulder and we walked back out to the truck. The girls were closing the door on the truck when we came around the corner. Kim and her mother took a moment to say goodbye in private and Monica and I decided that her and Kim would drive the truck and I would take my Camaro. Once Tom found out we were gone, I could see him hurting my car. When Kim walked back to us we told her the plan, she smiled at Kim and interlaced their fingers then asked. "So, were are we heading?" She asked. "We never discussed that." Monica said as the realization hit her. "What do you think guys? San Diego? Redding? Red Bluff? Sacramento?" "The three of us together. No history. Free to love. Living our lives forever. There is only one place whose name describes that type of life." I said with a smile. "Well, where is it?" Kim asked. "Follow me. We have a long drive ahead of us." I sad with a grin. I climbed into the Camaro and started off. We left Riverside behind us that evening and never looked back. We drove, stopping only to stretch our legs until we reached a little town called Merced where we stopped for the night. That night the three of us made love, I fell asleep to the sounds of my two loves moaning as they made love to one another next to me. The next morning we set off again and just as the sun went down we crossed a sign that said "May you find PARADISE to be all the name implies." it was there, in Paradise California we started our new life together. -Monica- The town our Brandon chose was perfect in name and in privacy. Paradise, a tiny little town with less then twenty-five thousand people. We melted into the population without a problem. Monica and I were sisters and Brandon was Kim's boyfriend. We spent the first week in a hotel before Brandon worked out the details with a nice older couple to rent to own their third rental house. The monthly payments were a little more then I wanted to pay, but with him being able to claim the money we had plus the fact that he was considered "self employed" with a monthly income over four thousand dollars we were cleared to rent to own the home. The house was a little house build in the 1980's. Two stories with three bedrooms, two bathrooms a large dining room and a huge kitchen. A fenced in back yard. The first two weeks of our lives in Paradise the house was empty except the bedroom we all shared and the second room which had my bed in it. In case anyone came over and looked around. After two weeks we got Mom and Randy's first care package. It was a huge binder of pictures of them all and their family and a envelope of money from Randy with the note 'furnish your new house.' A week later our house was furnished and we were comfortable. One month into our new lives and our family had a home. A real home. Kim brought home a pair of black lab puppies. One from one set of parents and another from another, now our little family was complete. Once we were settled the neighbors began to poke around, introducing themselves, asking about us. We kept to our story. No one was the wiser. Two months after our flight from Riverside Kim began her career. She got a job on the third floor of the hospital as a first shift nurse on the ward for the elderly. A month later I was hired on by the Chico State University in their PR department. By the end of our third month in our new lives we were standing on our own two feet. What with the house payments, repairs and renovations we had sank deeply into our nest egg. We had dropped down the sixty grand we had with us to just under forty. Because of the dip in their funds Brandon had to get a smaller space and less guns, ink, materials but he opened Paradise Font just as the forth month passed. My father called me every day the first two weeks of our disappearance, but I never answered. The messages became more angry and bitter and by the end had changed to desperate and begging. When I finally called him he was so happy to hear I was talking to him that he didn't insult Brandon once when he asked about my life. I didn't tell him where I was, but he knew Brandon, Kim and I were together. To his credit, he did tell me he was glad Kim was alright. He told me he moved back into the house the week before. He sounded so sad and broken when he told me all of mom's stuff was gone. Around the time that our lives were settling, four months after our flight, he was selling the house and moving into a smaller house across town. He said that one reminded him too much of what he lost. When I asked if he meant his son too, but just ignored me. Five months to the day after we left Brandon and I talked. He asked me if I would be okay if he proposed to Kim. I told him I was, but I couldn't stop myself from breaking down and crying. I cried and asked why her, and he told me that if someone found out who we were, he would be married to Kim and all would look right And then he told me the rest of his plan and my tears dried up. That night he proposed to Kim and we all spent the next five months planning their wedding. We had the whole ceremony at our house in the back yard. Kim spent day and night working with Jake, the male black lab and he served as their ring bearer. The ceremony was small, but beautiful. Our mother, Uncle Randy, Aunt Catherine and their family came as did Kim's mother. When Kim asked Uncle Randy to walk her down the isle, he cried, and just like that Kimberly Ann Chambers became Kimberly Ann Jenson, my brothers wife. They hired a expensive photographer for the wedding and he taped everything. He was worth the money because as soon as everyone left Brandon and Kim told me their plans. Uncle Randy stood in for the priest when that night before my family, minus my father, Kim walked me down the isle and gave my hand to Brandon. I remember crying so hard when I realized what we were doing. It couldn't be legal, but Brandon was marrying me. When it was all over and Randy told him he could kiss the bride, that was the best kiss of my life. It was so tender and gentle. I felt his love at that moment. And then it happened again. Brandon walked Kim down the isle to me. My mother served as our priest. There beneath the stars and moonlight, just shy of two A.M. Kimberly became my wife and I became hers. That was the second most special kiss of my life. I was in heaven, Brandon had given us exactly what he promised. He had taken us to Paradise. We all discussed it and decided that since Kim and Brandon's wedding had been public and fairly well attended in our little town they should be the two who disappeared together for their honeymoon first. I knew where Brandon and I were going, and felt a little left out of the planning of this one, but that feeling passed quickly. Five days later I drove Brandon and Kim to the airport in Sacramento. I parked next to a large van to give us some privacy. Brandon and I shared a deep, passionate kiss goodbye and then Kim and I did the same. I watched them walk into the airport and felt a sudden pang of jealousy and loneliness. We were in this together, but they were leaving me behind. Little did I know that I would have more then enough happen to take up my time, and how close I would come to ruining my marriage's before they were a week old. Temptation is a bitch. ~{Part 2}~ Brandon and Kim's honeymoon begins I didn't like leaving Monica behind but none of us could figure out a way to take her along and it not look incredibly suspicious and we were trying to stay low key. Kim and I had decided on a weekend in New York. We would spend the week looking up and down the beautiful see, seeing Broadway shows and of course, making use of our huge hotel room. The flight boarded at just before noon and we were in the air at a quarter to one. After we were in the air, with Kim resting on my shoulder, a pretty little blond flight attendant noticed our intertwined hands and pointed down at our wedding rings. Two rings, sitting back to back. Two marriages. "What a interesting design." she commented. "Our family designed them." I said with a smile. "They are very special to us." "You two are so cute together." She said with a smile. All I could do was smile and nod. I knew we did, but deep inside I wished Monica was with us. This felt wrong without her, even though I knew I would be taking her when I got back, it still felt wrong. I felt like part of me was missing. Kim napped for two hours before she yawned and stretched, pressing her small breasts into my side. Her arms curled around me and pulled my head down for a kiss. After we kissed she looked around to make sure everyone near us was sleeping or watching the movie and then whispered to me. "Is Monnie gonna be okay?" I was about to answer when I looked down at her and saw the genuine concern in her eyes and then I smiled. "Your really worried about her aren't you baby?" "Of course. She has to stay home alone." Kim whimpered. I just smiled and nuzzled softly into her throat. My lips brushed against the flesh of her throat and I heard her almost inaudible whimper and felt her shutter. With my lips still touching her throat I whispered. "She will be fine. She knows we need this. You are just as important to me baby." Kim sighed happily and returned her head to my chest, but beneath my jacket which covered us I felt her hand slid over the crotch of my jeans. I looked down at her but she didn't look up at me. She acted like nothing happened. Her hand just continued to slid back and forth across my growing cock. "Um....Kim?" I breathed. "Yes my husband?" She asked like she was doing nothing. Her hand pressed firmer, actually grabbing a hold and gently stroking. "Should you be doing that?" I asked looking a the blond flight attendant at the head of the plane. "Oh, you are just no fun!" She huffed and her hand slid down to my leg and I felt her fingernails running up my leg. "God...i am so wet." She whispered into my ear. "Stop that." I snapped. "Why?" She whimpered and gripped my cock again. "I feel how hard you are baby...and I am dripping wet....wanna feel?" "Because if you don't I am going to fuck you right here and were both getting arrested." I hissed under my breath. I heard Kim's amused little chuckle and her hand slid up my stomach and slid around me again. "Fine, as long as we go directly to the hotel." She ordered. "As that necessary?" I hissed down at her. I could feel my cock throbbing with need. Like I could feel my pulse in my jeans. "Necessary, no, but it was fun." Kim said with a little giggle. I had to suppress little curses and thought to myself, you really married her, but when she looked up at me with a gentle love in her eyes all annoyance melted and I told myself, Yes I did. I knew then I couldn't stay mad. Not at her. Kim was content to cuddle until the flight landed. Once we got off the plane and got our bags from the turn style we stepped out into New York for the first time. I can tell you, for anyone's who has never been the first view of New York isn't anything special. When you catch that cab and start into the city however is a whole different story. You see the lights of the city, so big and bright in the distance and then you see the Statue of Liberty for the first time and it's breath taking. Kim and I sat in the back of the cab snuggled up and watched all the beautiful buildings, both famous and unknown. The smell of her hair all around me and the feel of her tiny body pressed into mine. "Who knew....a cab ride could be so romantic." She whispered. "Anytime I am with you is romantic." I whispered in return and kissed the side of her head. "Now, I know what you people hear about us New Yorkers...." The Cab Drivers said without taking his eyes off the road. "....but you two are not having sex in my cab." Kim and I both looked at one another and tried out hardest to find something to say, but all we could do was laugh. Still chuckling we rode in relative silence to the hotel just leaning into one another. When we pulled up to The Pierre Hotel I unpacked the cab, paid him and we made our way upstairs. Our honeymoon had finally begun. -Monica- The first day they left was hell for me. The house was too quite. I slept with Brandon's shirt on and on Kim's pillow, but it still couldn't shake the feeling that we were so very alone. During our wedding Mom and Uncle Randy told me more then once I could call them day or night and they would answer. That was put to the test at 2 A.M. "M...onnie?" Came my mom's sleepy reply. "Is everything alright?" "Mom...." I whispered softly. "I can't stand being alone here." "Why are you alone honey?" Mom's voice sounded on the edge of falling back asleep. "Brandon and Kim....are on their honeymoon." I replied. "So...." Mom seemed to purr softly. "Go and join them baby." "....They are across the county." I said softly. "Why don't you....wait, what?" Mom sounded completely aware now. "What do you mean they are across the country? You didn't go with them?" "No...." I whispered. "We thought it would be better if they did it alone, and then we did it alone." "....how could you agree to that?" Mom asked tenderly. "You three are all so new to each other baby." "I know!" I wailed. "What if he comes back and doesn't want me anymore?" "Monnie stop that." Mom said softly. "You know how Brandon feels about you. He left Riverside so you could be together." "But..." I insisted, but mom cut me off. "Monica stop this." She said firmly. "Brandon loves you. Kim adores you. Do not over think this. You know what happened with Randy and Me." ".....Yes momma." I replied sheepishly. "....thanks." "Anytime baby." Mom answered and then I hung up. After my talk with mom I slept alright. I had horrible nightmares of being alone, left abandoned on a desert island. When I woke up I reached first for Brandon and then for Kim then I realized they were gone. For another six days, they were gone. I did my best to take my mind off what was happening and went about my daily life. When I stopped by the market to do a bit of shopping my world was turned upside down. I was standing in the frozen food section when a pair of hands closed around my eyes. Choices: Revisited "Guess who." A male voice said. "Baby?!" I cried happily and turned. "Been awhile since you called me that." The male voice said as I turned. When I saw his face I froze. It was a face I hadn't seen in many years. Jason Tryce. He was taller then me, but I noticed now shorter then Brandon. His blond hair, once long and rebellious was now a crew cut. He had filled out nicely over the years and even after all this time, five years I still felt my heart flutter in my chest when I looked at him. "Jason?" I whispered. "You look beautiful as ever Monnie." Jason smiled and held open his arms for a hug. "You couldn't think to tell me you were okay?" I snapped and folded my arms over my chest. "You up and leave at the end of senior year to join the Military and I don't ever see you again!" "You told me to leave!" Jason snarled. "You told me you weren't going to be just another army wife Monica." I watched his expression soften and he added softly. "Do we have to do this Monnie? Can't we just enjoy our little reunion?" As much as I wanted to stay mad at him I just nodded and we walked through the market together as I shopped. "So...i notice the rings. Are you married now?" I wanted to tell him yes, and happily but people from town were all around me so I knew I had to stick to the story. "...no. I was." "But your single now?" I heard the hope and desire in his voice and felt a shiver run down my spine. "....It's complicated." I replied softly and looked anywhere but at him. "Look it was nice talking to you Jason, but....i have to go." "Monnie wait!" Jason grabbed my arm as I tried to walk away and then smiled. "Wanna have dinner with me while I am in town?" I looked down at my finger and the two rings that sat on my finger and wanted to tell him no, but the house was so quiet. I couldn't believe my own voice when I heard "....Okay. That should be fun." I gave him my cell number, paid for my groceries and drove home wondering why I had done this. Years later I knew why, I was sad and upset at being left behind, but it still proved to be something I never intended. I was opening Pandora's Box.