0 comments/ 17388 views/ 27 favorites Dana the Dancer Pt. 01 By: IowaIke "Petey, Petey, thank God you're home!" Dana almost peeled the wallpaper with her greeting, and all I saw coming at me when I came in the front door was a light, pink blur. She jumped up and locked her dancer's legs around my waist in a death grip, planting a dozen kisses on my face, ending with a long one directly on my lips that almost took my breath away. I dropped my bags and hugged her back partly in self defense, since she seemed set on welding her body to mine and I wanted her to loosen her grip a little bit. She responded and put her head on my shoulder, quivering. "I'm so scared. How's Mom and Dad?" I took a deep breath. "Not good. They're still out of it, and the doctors aren't going to wake them up for a few days. That wreck was pretty bad. Stay away from semis when you're out driving, Whoopsie. Joanie says there's hope, but it'll be a long time before they're out of the woods." She looked me in the face, her blue eyes tearing and kissed me again. "It's good you're home, Petey. I've needed my favorite big brother." A ding went off in the kitchen; Dana jumped off and sprinted back through the swinging door. "I've got to get these pies out of the oven," she yelled through the door, "You can have the study; Joanie's got the folks' room and the others will get the dormers." I wandered down the hall and dumped my things in the study, where a full fledged day bed awaited me. It shared a bath with Dana's room next door. The old neighborhood in northeast Kansas City had seen better days, but it was undergoing a revival, and our old family home was something my parents hadn't wanted to give up. It had alarms, video monitors and locks, and as I walked in the study, my folks' dog Homer stood up to greet me. He was a large mixed breed animal, who was rather sedate except when strangers came near. I scratched his ears a bit and he padded off to another resting place. Jet lag was starting to play with my mind, but it was only 7PM and I needed to stay awake for a while to get my body clock in sync with Central Time. I booted up my laptop but after half a minute I knew I couldn't stay awake checking my messages. It was cold as hell seven days before Christmas, so going for a walk wasn't a great idea, particularly after the transitions coming from a mild English winter, a freezing cab to the medical center, to another freezing cab to the old home. The kitchen would be warm, and my youngest sister would help me catch up on everything. Delicious aromas greeted me when I swung open the door, and Dana was stirring a pot on the stove. "I've got a nice pot of chicken noodle soup ready, Mom's recipe. Want a bowl? Some nice fresh bread, too? I made it this afternoon." She was the only one the family that resembled Mom: barely five foot tall, wiry, with a head of short reddish brown hair. She was wearing a light pink leotard with white stockings and part of a brown wrap surrounded her right ankle. She wasn't limping, but she'd had many injuries common to serious dancers. Me and the rest of my siblings are all around six foot tall with dark hair like my Dad, although grey is starting to change that for us. Her energy had to come from recessive genes; none of the rest of us were that energetic in our youth. "Dana, you can slow down a little now. I know you're wired from everything going on, and I'm glad you're getting a head start on the cooking, but you need to pace yourself. Looks like you're recovering from another injury." "Twisted my ankle bad a couple of weeks ago. Therapy's going fine, but I'm not cleared to dance for a while. How was your trip? Are the football clubs doing well?" "Fine, fine. The Premier league team's in the upper half of the table, and the other one is in the middle of theirs. Sales are great, front office running beautifully, players and managers are happy. I'm sick of splitting time across the Atlantic, but my boss wants someone American in their front office regularly, and I'm stuck. It's not enough he's got more money than the Donald and already owns American football, basketball and hockey teams, but has to own a couple of soccer teams in England as well. I can't afford to quit without another job in hand, and he keeps me so busy I don't have time to look. How's school?" "School-like. I don't think it's changed much since your time. I do get to take most of my classes online, so I get more time to dance. Got my last paper done, so I'm free for a month." "Dancing eight hours a day will usually limit your time." She stuck her tongue out at me. "I like it, going to school, 'cause I know I can't dance forever, and don't want to wait until I get there to be ready to move on. Not sure how I'd make a living as an English major, but the reading is great." After giving me a puzzled look for a couple of seconds, she got a bowl and spoon out and ladled some chicken soup for me. "Be careful, it's hot," she muttered before getting a knife to carve the bread. "Yes, mother. You are very wise for 19 going on 45." "You should talk, my 40 year old brother." She flicked her fingers at my hair while pretending to inspect it. "I think I see a little more grey here than last time we met." "Thanks for saying it's a little." Turning off a couple of burners, she got some storage containers from the cupboard and set them up to receive what she'd been cooking after it cooled. The package of freezer bags was out already. Three pies sat on at the far end of the table and were talking to me, as was the loaf of fresh bread on the cutting board. I sipped my soup, pausing for a bite of wonderful bread occasionally, and watched my baby sister make sure everything was all right. At times, she tried to do too much at once, and would stand in a dancer's pose, feet crossed in front of her, her head going back and forth quickly, as she tried to account for everything. Then she walked over to an open space, spread her legs a little, and started doing some bending exercises. It was another quirk of hers: when she was done with something and didn't know what else to do, she'd wander over and start stretching, almost in any room of the house, ignoring anything else going on. Her little bubble butt got my attention, and I gazed at it in motion without eating for several moments before realizing it and getting back to business. I resumed eating my soup as she stretched her foot directly over her head, held it for several moments, then switched legs. She was always a ball of fire, ever since she learned to walk. My junior year of college, when I was 20, I got to spend a year in Germany studying architecture, and when I came back, the house had another baby girl. It was then I discovered how little parents could tell their grown children, since I didn't know Mom was pregnant when I left. There's six kids in my family: my older brother Mark, my sister Joan and I (twins), and Julie arrived within four years, followed John three years later. Almost from the start, we called Dana "Whoopsie" and that's almost the only name my folks and other brothers and sisters use. I spent the most time of them with her when I was home, playing with her by the hour and bringing my own kids to play with her after they arrived. My siblings generally saw her as an irritant, and she played that role to the hilt with them. With me it was different. Dana's cell phone buzzed, and she stopped to look at a text. "Breanna's up to speed with what's going on. She wants to come but her Mom won't let her. Why does your ex have to be such a bitch?" I shrugged my shoulders. Another buzz, and she did a two thumb dance in reply. She looked up: "I told her you were here, and she and Brian are going to beg Sylvia to let them come sooner than scheduled. Did Joanie say if anybody else is coming shortly?" I shook my head. "Mark won't leave his kingdom except in dire circumstances, like imminent death; Julie's in Hawaii and won't come back early, and John's visiting his kids in California. None of the other grandchildren will come on their own. Joanie will stay through it all. The only way we'll see everybody at the same time is..." Dana threw herself into my lap and buried her head on my shoulder, crying softly. I held her and patted her shoulder, my jet lag momentarily gone. We sat for a long time until another ding, when she jumped up to pull a cake out of the oven. I helped myself to another bowl of soup, giving Dana a gentle touch in passing. I said, "We'll go down after I've caught up on my sleep and give Joanie a break tomorrow." She nodded, curling her lip, then went back to stretching. After finishing my soup, my senses started to blur a little, so I just sat in my chair and watched the dancer go through her workout. I couldn't tell if she noticed me staring at her, but it didn't seem to affect her agenda. My inhibitions were lowered a little and she was starting to arouse me. At 9:45 I said, "to hell with it" and staggered down the hallway to the study, stripped to my skivvies, grabbed a blanket and laid down to sleep. It was 5AM when I surfaced to find Dana sleeping next to me. Okay, no problem there, when I brought my kids to visit we'd all frequently curl up in a doggie pile in the middle of the floor for an afternoon nap. She was naked: again, nothing unusual; Dad always groused that since the age of 3 she not only slept naked but spent as much time out of her clothes as she could get away with. When she took up dance, she wore almost nothing but leotards except in formal situations. I slipped out from under the covers, went to the john, and emptied my bladder, returning to lay on my side facing her. She snugged up to spoon with me and I put my hand on her shoulder as I went back to sleep. The next time I became conscious, it was full daylight. It always takes me a long time to come out of the fog, and I gave her shoulder a squeeze. Her hand came up to cover mine, and when I squeezed again, I realized there was a nipple under my palm: my hand wasn't on her shoulder. I became aware of my morning wood, and her hips wiggled, teasing and encouraging it. She moved a little bit, giving me space, then I felt my cock gripped by dancer's thighs of iron. Delicate fingers started tickling the head, and her other hand kept mine pinned to her breast. For a moment, I resisted when I realized what was going on, but I was also enjoying it too much. As for my part, I was like a member of a recovery group: I remembered exactly the last date I had sex with someone. March 6, 2002, at 10 PM, after putting my kids to bed, with my wife. Sylvia always looked scared when we started and said, "Don't put that whole thing in me! I don't want to be ruined for life." I remember in college when I said 'Fuck you' to one of my buddies, he'd say, "You wouldn't like it, I'd just lay there." Well, Sylvia always just laid there, and if she had one orgasm during our dating and marriage, I don't remember it. I must have had two, at least, three counting that night. After that I had been a corporate celibate for years, working too hard to socialize after my divorce, and wanted to break the string. Dating sites hadn't worked, and I even tried corresponding with foreign, mail order brides, which were also wastes of perfectly good cyberspace. The long drought was why after 24+ hours of trans-Atlantic travel, my sister's naked body turned up my thermostat enough to let my libido do the talking. She responded to another squeeze of her breast with a long sigh, and she opened her legs to stroke me in earnest. My other hand was pinned underneath me, so I contented myself with milking her delightful little boob. Her hair smelled wonderful, she must have used a lavender shampoo. Like a flash, she turned, pushing me on my back and jumped up to straddle me. Her wild, blue eyes looked deep into mine with a determination that kept me as silent as she was. Wriggling her hips, she moved back and forth until she was on top of my member, grinding it with her crotch. My groin became very damp from her dew, and with a slight twitch of her hand darting between our legs I was inside her. The feel of my cock slowly sliding into her snatch was heaven. I wanted to look around the room or pinch myself to see if it was really happening, but I couldn't look away from her eyes. I'd heard making love to a dancer was fantastic, and now I believed it. The look on her face was one I'd never seen before: hungry, determined, scared, desperate. My hands went to her breasts and she nodded, leaning forward. Suddenly, I felt the urge to change things, so I flipped her on her back without coming out, and took charge of the situation. "Don't be afraid," she whispered, "I can take it, you won't break me. Ride me hard." So I quickened the pace, and was soon pounding her with gusto. Her eyes still held me captive, and her lips moved soundlessly. Her face and chest turned light red as her breathing sped up, and soon she arched her back, holding my ass against her tightly as she climaxed, drenching the sheets. Then the tension was released after a long stay at the summit; she fell back on the bed as a huge smile creased her lips. "Oh my God, I've wanted that so long," she whispered. "Don't move, just stay here inside me and hold me close, Petey." I did and she trembled against me. I whispered, "I can't believe it. You're the best lover I've ever known." She smiled at me and gave the end of my nose a peck. "But, but, but..." "Oh, I had a boyfriend last year, one of the guys in the dance studio. We did everything, until he found out he was really into boys. I learned how to do a lot. It was amazing while it lasted." "I see. Well, it's been a long time..." "And it'll never be a long time again, Petey." She ground her hips and gasped. "You're still hard. Didn't you...?" "No, not yet. It takes this old man longer these days to fire the cannon." "Roll over and let me see." I rolled on my back and she sat up, looking at my cock. It was still rock hard and glistening in the morning light. "I can't believe how big it is, bigger than Tony's. I don't think I would have sat on it if I'd seen it ahead of time." She stroked it softly with her fingertips, making me shudder, then grasped and stroked it. Looking out the window, I saw sleet hitting the house, with the soft tinkle I hadn't heard for year. Dana was fascinated by my cock, and after watching it as she stroked it for a few moments, she said: "Do you like blowjobs?" "I don't think I've ever heard of a man who doesn't." She leaned up and ran her tongue around the head a couple of times before settling back again. "Nice. Think you'd do the same for me?" "Ah-sure, why not? I used to do it for Joanie..." Damn, what did I say? I stopped then and there: Dana didn't need to know everything I did before she was born. But I'd gone too far. Dana shrieked and rocked back and forth. "Iceberg Joanie! You melted Iceberg Joanie! I can't imagine her getting excited about anything! Did you suck each other off a lot? Ever do the big nasty?" Her eyes were big, demanding an answer, and for a moment I was speechless. My mouth opened and closed, unable to make a sound while she looked at me with demanding eyes. Seeing I wasn't going to talk, she went back to sucking my dick, circling the head with her tongue before taking it in. "Damn, where did you learn how to do that?" I whispered, and she giggled while sucking, which was fantastic. Just as I thought I'd get somewhere, she stopped and sat on her heels, looking at me expectantly. "Tell me," she demanded, and waited patiently, giving the end of my cock a teasing lick on occasion. I took a deep breath and stopped resisting. "No, we never went that far, we had limits. The folks never let us go on dates in high school except for prom, and we both had after school jobs. It was the Nineties, and on our 18th Birthday we thought we needed to know what sex was, any kind of sex. We snuck down here a few times in the middle of the night. It stopped after we went off to college." I flashed back to those nights: Joanie in her huge pajama shirt and me in my drawstring bottoms. My cock quivered a little at the memory. She smiled to see it quiver. "So you used to sixty nine with Joanie down here. Good thing the folk's bedroom's at the other end of the hall. Was it good?" I nodded. "Bet you were sucking each other all the way back when you were in Mom's womb together." "Well, I had nothing to compare it to..." Dana was on my cock again in a flash, sucking frantically and almost taking me over the edge before dropping down to lick my balls. "Slow down, Whoopsie. Let me savor it a little. Better. Take your time, I'll tell you when I'm close." "Yeah, I want to know when you're close," she said as best she could with her mouth full. "Bet she never licked your balls this good." "She never licked my balls at all, but she could take my whole shaft down her throat after a while." That prompted her to move back up, licking and sucking while she worked her way down my shaft. I didn't think she could do it, but she got it all the way to her chin poking my nuts. Her perfect little butt was in reach, and I gave it a loud smack, making her shriek around my cock and pushing me over the edge. My orgasm was so strong I lost control of my arms and legs and flopped around like I was being electrocuted. She didn't let up until I was completely dry and tapped her on the shoulder to make her stop. Laying back on the bed, she started fingering herself and smiled up at me. "Oh, Petey that was wonderful! It was so hot thinking about you and Joanie while sucking you off. Was I better than her?" I patted her head. "Yeah, Dana. No comparison." "Tell me what you used to do." Her fingers were working her little slit hard. I started stroking her thigh, but she moved my hand down to finger her, and I started playing with her pussy lips. "Tell me about Iceberg Joanie." "Well, we heard the other kids in school talking about sex, different things they were doing. We've always talked about everything with each other. She took at art class at school, that's where all the drawings about the house came from, and she wanted to draw a nude. Of course I said I'd pose for her, and she got to be fascinated with my cock. We were doing this in the middle of the night so nobody would find us. One night, she said she wondered how it would look hard. Well, I'd beat off just before we started so I wouldn't be hard for the modeling, so she started stroking me. Her eyes never left it as it got hard, she completely forgot about drawing and finally took at chance nobody would enter the room and sucked me into her mouth. I think I lasted 30 seconds the first time. Well, then I figured turnabouts was fair play and I licked her until she came, then she sucked me off again. Never did more than that because we were afraid of making a baby and didn't want to risk buying rubbers since we both shared bedrooms. After that we had a signal: I'd wear my beat up Cardinals hat when I was in the mood, and if she made fun of it, she was interested. If it were her idea, she'd ask me where the damn stupid hat was. We'd set the time by talking about an extra inning game, and the inning set the meeting time. I'd sneak down first and leave the door open, ready to slip into the bathroom if Dad or Mom came in unexpectedly. She'd be down on time and shut the door behind her." "Wow, how hot! So you'd take off your PJs and set up right here. How often did you do it?" "Three, four times a week. Never got caught, cause we always made fun of each other enough to throw everybody else off track. Never kissed, never held hands, never cuddled. She liked me sucking her nipples, so we always started with that. We had two or three orgasms each a few nights." "Shit, Petey. That must be why her skin is so nice after all these years. All that sperm she ate. I still can't imagine her doing that. Bet she hasn't done it since then." Dana the Dancer Pt. 01 "I dunno. Hey, I better get over to the hospital." "I gotta get some things done, too. Call Joanie first, looks pretty bad outside." Throwing her arms around my neck, she gave me a huge kiss that almost suffocated me. Breaking the kiss, she bounced over to the window to look out. "Still coming down, you better stay here today, bet Joanie says the same thing. Maybe we can play some games later." She bounded out the door and over to her room, leaving me to struggle to stand. Dana the Dancer Pt. 02 Well, there I was, sitting in my Dad's old study, stark naked, just having had sex with my little sister. Good thing she was 19; bad thing is I'm 21 years older and should know better. I needed to call my sister Joanie to find out how my folks were doing after their near-fatal auto accident. The sleet was hitting the window, and Dana was probably right about waiting to go out until it was over. Joanie answered my call on the first ring. "Things haven't changed since last night, Petey. Doctor was by an hour ago and said it'll be a long time before we know for sure. It's pretty bad outside, nobody has left here since it started and it's supposed to last past noon. Wait at least an hour after it stops before starting over. Whoopsie's car will get you here and back all right." "How are you doing, Joanie dear?" I heard a muffled sob and a deep breath. "I'm OK, Petey. Just glad you're back in town. My ex isn't sending over my kids until Christmas Eve, the bastard, so it's been tough to be here alone." "Yeah, my old battle ax is waiting till the last minute to send mine. I'll come over and spend tonight so you can take a break. We'll work out a routine until our tribes get to town. Everything will be all right." "Thanks, Petey. Who knows, maybe we can even dig out your dumb old Cardinals hat." Well, talk about going from a pauper to a prince. The water started in the bathroom, and my sister said, "Where's Whoopsie?" "Taking a shower. She's holding up all right. The place has been cleaned within an inch of its life, and there's enough food in reserve to feed the whole clan for a week." "I knew she could do it; she's been hanging in the kitchen with Mom a lot when she's not dancing." Some more sobs came over the earpiece. "You keep an eye on her, she doesn't do well when she's alone for long periods of time. I've got to get something to eat, I'll see you later." "Bye." Booting up my computer, I opened my mail accounts and saw a morning's worth of work looking at me. The company cloud had a few new documents to review and revise as well, so I didn't have to worry about twiddling my thumbs while waiting for the ice storm to end. I pulled my drawstring tight and padded to the kitchen to start the coffeepot just I heard the shower shut off. When it was ready, Dana bounced into the room in a blue leotard and black leg warmers. Her hair was still a little wet. I filled a cup and held up the pot, inviting her. She nodded eagerly, and let me pour a cup for her. "Cream and sugar?" "Nope, you're all the cream and sugar I need." She stood on tiptoe for a kiss and I gave her one. We sat and looked outside while we drank our coffee. Our eyes met and captured each other's again; we were lost in each other for almost an eternity before she broke off to look at her phone. "Looks like it's gonna keep sleeting until about 1. Should wait 'till after that to go over." "Joanie said to wait an hour after it stopped, which is no problem. I've got a morning's worth of work waiting for me until then." "Great. I'll cook some breakfast, and we can go around three. If you want to take a break, I can distract you a little." A mischievous look, broad smile, and electric eyebrows lit up her face. "I bet. Let me work for an hour and I'll be ready to eat. We'll take it from there." "Okay." She looked deep into my eyes again, staying stiller than I've ever seen her before for a long time before downing the rest of her coffee in a gulp. I took mine to the den with me. I worked and got the inbox reduced, then reviewed the reports. Nothing extraordinary, and it didn't take as long as I thought. Logging off, I looked around the room: it was almost identical to when I knew it as a kid. There were more pictures of our tribe dominating an entire wall, and a complete series of Dana as Clara in Nutcracker. An old World Book Encyclopedia, which my siblings and I almost wore out. Three shelves full of classic Science Fiction and Fantasy books, which Dad collected and shared with me. A couple of bowling trophies, and some awards for years of employment. My phone buzzed, and Dana texted me breakfast was ready. I took a little time to watch the ice hit the window before I left. When I got back to the table, it was full of scrambled eggs, bacon, toast, pancakes and fruit. Dana had gotten tired of waiting and was stretching, bending over with her hands on the floor, and she wiggled her ass at me when she heard the door. "You can do me like this, I love it doggy style." "Maybe after we eat. Food comes first." She spun around, her lower lip curled in a pout for a moment, before she sat at the table and started filling her plate. Like Mom, she could eat tons of food and never put on weight. I dug into my grub and found it identical to the Saturday morning breakfasts of my childhood: Dana cooked the eggs and the pancakes in bacon grease, which would probably clog my arteries, but delighted my taste buds. Like Mom, she'd also hand squeezed some orange juice, a rarity in a Midwest home but a routine my Florida-born mother kept. I savored every bite. Washing dishes took a minute or two. Dana was using a waist high rack at the back door to steady herself as she did some leg stretches, and I playfully flicked my sister's backside with a dishtowel when I was done. "Petey! You schmuck!" "Just having a little fun, Whoopsie. Maybe you'd like me to smack it with something else?" She bent over again, wiggling her ass at me. "How's this? Hit me with your best shot." I snapped the towel at her a few times, putting a couple of little red marks on her bubble butt while she squealed and danced. The sleet still pounded against the windows. I was getting hard again, and pulling out my prick, I smacked it against her soft cushions a few times. "Put it in, put it in! Don't worry, I'm on the Pill." No further invitation was needed. Like a flash, she was out of her leotard, and I started probing her crevasse with my meat until she reached around and guided me in. I slid all the way in, and her muscles rippled up and down my shaft. I smacked her ass and she screamed, wiggling it again in invitation. Soon I was plunging into her deeply while turning her ass cheeks into my personal bongo drums. She met my thrusts eagerly, and growled when I reached forward to squeeze her little tits. Within five minutes she orgasmed again, breathing heavily. "God, Petey! You're so good. Fuck me more, fill me up, buttercup!" I groaned at the song reference, but didn't lose my erection, and started pounding her hard again. She came again before I was ready, and I held my cock deep inside her as I gushed for a long, long time. When I was done, I sat down heavily and she was on my lap almost instantly. She stuck her right boob almost into my mouth, and I obliged her by sucking almost her entire breast into my mouth. She held my head tightly against her, stroking my head, moaning softly. After a long suck, I pulled free and said, "Give me the other one." She complied right away, and yipped as I accidentally nipped her nipple on the way in. Holding it tightly, she purred and I chewed gently on her hard little bud before sucking the whole boob in. There was a silence outside and I looked at the clock: 1:30. Pulling off her delightful tit, I looked her in the eye, "I need to get ready to visit the folks. My turn in the shower, then I need to catch up on the world again." "You need to get away from that mean old boss of yours. You could work for my dance company." "I don't know about that, but we can talk about that later. If you want to ride along, you need to get ready." "Okay." She gave me a long, deep kiss on the lips before bouncing up and off to her space. My shower and clean up was rather ordinary, and I dressed in casual clothes, putting on my long johns to protect against the cold. I heard bustling from the next room, and as I took my electric razor to my face, Dana bounced into the bathroom without knocking stark naked, turning on the shower. "How long is that going to take?" She soaped her body quickly, reaching between her legs. "Just a minute. Didn't want to smell like a bitch in heat." Within an hour we were ready, Dana wearing a huge sweater and jeans, and we were inching our car across town. Our destination was just across the State Line, and little traffic was out. We got there, parking in the garage and making a long journey to ICU. Dana held my hand until we got inside. They had my parents in the same room, both unconscious with a spiderweb of tubes going in and out. Joanie looked exhausted, as expected: my twin is built similarly to me, with long dark hair turning grey, and baby blue eyes like mine. She was wearing a white blouse under a blue pullover and dark gray slacks. As we entered the room, she got up without a word and threw her arms around me. After a moments awkwardness, I think Dana must have caught her eye, for she opened one arm to let her into a group hug that went on for hours, it seemed. When we broke, she had tears in her eyes. "It's been so long, Pete. The doctor's been by and we're in a holding pattern. I have to keep an eye open; the nurses and staff have been very kind, but once in a while one gets confused about the orders and I need to ask a question to keep them on track." "I understand. Cousin Fred was telling me this is how it was when Aunt Phyllis was in the hospital the last time." Dana gasped, and I squeezed her in consolation. "I'm sorry, Dana, I didn't imply they were dying, just that we had to keep watch. You can go back to the house now Joanie, I'm sure you're exhausted." Joanie cut in: "I'm all right, the doctor will be back in an hour or so, so we can stay here together until he gets here." She turned to our sister. "Are you all right, Whoopsie?" "Yeah, Joan. I've got tons of food ready, and the house is clean. Just trying to burn off all the energy." Joanie chuckled. "Big task for our little girl. Not so little anymore, you're at the university now. You've been such a gift, I think you've kept them young since we left home." She gave her a kiss on the head and another hug. "You're an adult now, Whoopsie, you're just like the rest of us now. No secrets." I bit my lip, and saw Dana flinch a little, but Joanie didn't catch it. We turned on a television and watched a couple of old reruns on TVLand, explaining all the cultural references to our sister, who didn't need much help. The doctor came by to visit at 5 PM and talked to all of us, letting us know what the story was, which was more vagueness. The man had a talent for double talk, and I didn't want to figure out what he might be hiding. Joanie got up after he left, and I said, "Well, have a good night, Joanie. See you in the morning." Dana cut in, "Peter should go home with you, Joan, he's still getting over jet lag and he doesn't need an all-nighter after one day back. I can stay with Mom and Dad tonight; go home, both of you." Joan and I looked at each other and after a moment she shrugged, "I guess so. Mom's always said she could trust Whoopsie with anything, and Dad never gave her curfew like he gave the rest of us." "Maybe Dad was getting soft in his old age." "Our father? I think not. Call us if anything happens, Whoopsie. I trust you." She gave her sister another hug, and I gave her a hug and a chaste kiss goodnight. Dana's eyes twinkled just for me alone a little before I turned away and walked Joanie back to the car. We updated each other about our children on the drive back in Joanie's car. She worked in Columbia, Missouri, a couple hours away from KC, so she got over to see them pretty regularly over the past few years. Her kids were a little older than mine: her youngest was 17, the same age as my oldest Brian. Christmas would see my 2 and her 4 children in the house, so we blessed our sister in advance for getting things ready. It was a shame the folks wouldn't be there. It was dark when we got home, but the ice and cold weather made every part of town crime free. We settled in for some food and sat on the couch in the family room afterward watching an old movie on TCM. I could tell Joanie was worried as well as tired, even too tired to go to sleep with all the tension. She sat on the floor in front of the couch with her arms draped over my legs as I rubbed her shoulders, which made her purr. "We could never act this nice to each other when we were growing up," I murmured. "We must have been nice to each other sometime, at least when we were sharing a womb for nine months." I hit a particularly tense muscle and she groaned. "How could I forget? Oh wait, I did." She chuckled. "Then there were all those nights in the den together. No one ever knew, did they?" "Nope. We got away with it. Taught each other the facts of life." I stopped rubbing her shoulders and she leaned back against me. "It was nice, nicer than shit for brains Henry was. All he'd do was a little stroking before pinning me down to do some pushups. After four kids in four years, he quit cold turkey. At least, he did with me. Seems he preferred airhead blonde secretaries." "Well, he's in the past for you, and you don't have to worry about him. Same with me and Sylvia; I might as well as slept with a mannequin. No longer in my life and no longer my problem. Oh well." "How long has it been?" "Since the divorce? Ten years, plus." "Same here. God what a dry spell." She rested her head on my leg, and in spite of the workouts I had in the morning, my libido went to work. After a moment, she murmured, "I think someone here remembers me." I put my hands on her shoulders. "How could he forget? It was long ago and far away..." "Please don't start singing Meat Loaf again, you don't have the voice for it. It's been a tough week since the accident, and I need some consolation." Standing up, she took off her pullover and started undoing the buttons of her blouse, teasing me slowly like she used to do with her pajama top when we were young. I pulled off my shirt and t-shirt, my shaggy, middle aged torso making an appearance. God, it used to be thin, and I had a little bit of a six pack in the old days. Her blouse came off: she resembled my grandmother more than my mother, with huge tits and saucer sized nipples. "I think your nipples are bigger than I remember. The knobs are larger." "You breast feed four kids and see what they do to your nipples." Her bra came off and her boobs bounced as they fell free. She offered her left one to me and I started sucking on it like I used to. Her hands went behind my head to hold it close, her fingers moving in my hair. "Oh it's been too long, I've forgotten how good it feels getting my nipples sucked. Go to town, Pete, don't hold back on me. Yes..." She sat on my legs, holding herself up and leaning in for me to get easy access to her pacifier. I've always loved sucking nipples, something my ex-wife never let me do, and I felt like a kid again with Joanie's in my mouth. After a lifetime, she pulled it out and offered me the other one, which was another fifteen minutes of oral delight. I let it go, and said, "Dana put me in the den. Want to travel farther down memory lane?" "I think the two of us are too big for that old day bed now. We'd probably break it. I'm in the folks' room, let's do it in there." I took her by the hand and led her down the hallway to the back of the house. The room was toasty warm, illuminated gently with a night light: they always had a night light in their room. Our slacks and underwear came off, and we stood in our chubby forty year old glory. We put our arms around each other, and held each other tightly, putting as much bare skin in contact as we could. I was hard again, and I could tell she was very wet. We never kissed each other since we were toddlers, but now we locked lips, mouths wide open and tongues exchanging a dance of passion. We lay down on our sides on the sheets, her leg lifted to expose her sweetness and her hand grasped my manhood. It was like we were young again. It was like finding an old combination: I remembered how to move my tongue on her pussy lips and clitoris while she remembered how to tease every vein and ridge of my cockhead. We didn't orgasm as soon as we used to, but that was all right, the longer journey was worth it. My hands were clamped on her butt as my tongue went up her slit and took her over the edge while my dick spewed forth its offering of love, which she sucked down. I knew to let up after taking her over; she slacked off to a gentle suck and we basked in the afterglow, leisurely comforting each other. She fell asleep with my dick in her mouth, and I had to wake her up to lay her out normally with the covers on. There was one other time she fell asleep with my cock in her mouth: the last time we sucked each other. We were both home from college just before I left for Germany, and our younger brother and sister were out for the night. The folks made an early evening, and we slipped down to savor each other's body. It was a magic night, I never wanted it to end and neither did she. Somehow we lost track of time, and woke up in daylight, with my face between her legs and my cock in her mouth. I bit her leg to awaken her, and we panicked, since we could hear the folks already moving in the house. Joanie whispered: "I'll put on my shirt and go to the kitchen for an apple or something. You wait and slip upstairs while I've got her distracted." The lawn mower was running, so Dad was out of the house. She went and I heard a little of their conversation: "Morning, Mom." "Morning, Joan. Special occasion? One of the boys might see your long legs and wonder what's under your shirt." "Dad's outside, John's on a Church trip, and Pete's dead to the world. Julie sees me like this all the time." "If you say so sweetheart. Just put some clothes on before long. There's a little saliva on your chin..." I was up the stairs and in my own bedroom before I could hear anymore. Back in the present, our night was pretty good and we didn't have to worry about waking up too late and getting caught. We slept in each other's arms facing each other without fear of discovery, and although we weren't ready for a repeat in the morning, we were glad we were each other's dawn. A frantic piece of my mind screamed: shit, you're in trouble now. You're sleeping with two of your sisters. Dana the Dancer Pt. 03 Well, there I was in my parent's bedroom, laying naked next to my twin sister Joanie. It was like we'd never been apart, all the old feelings we had sneaking down as 18 year olds to suck each other came back at age 40. I didn't want it to stop. It felt so good to sleep soundly with my dick in her mouth. I struggled to look at the dawn, to focus my eyes on the light, then on her. It took longer for her eyes to open, and gave me a fuzzy look of affection. "Hey, there," she mumbled around my flaccid cock. "Hey. Sleep well?" She shook her head and spat me out. "Beautifully. You?" "Not bad. Need to savor this while it lasts, we're getting invaded in a couple of days." "Yes. How's life out your way, Sis?" She frowned and her eyebrows drew inward."They're not going to renew my contract. That's what I get for being an adjunct professor. As well as crappy pay, no health care and no tenure. My classes are full and my evaluations are great, but they don't care, say I've been there long enough, figure I'll want a tenure track position and they don't feel like giving me one." "Shit. So what's next?" "I've got no reason to stay there. There's bound to be some openings up here, as many schools are in the KC area, I can live with Whoopsie and the folks. It's a big house, and nobody cares. Heard much from Julie's universe lately?" "Got a Facebook message yesterday. Still crazy after all these years. Taking the Denver drama scene by storm, according to her, and writing some fan fiction. Thinks she'll have a breakthrough like the 50 Shades of Grey author anytime. How she paid for Hawaii is beyond me: there's a writer's convention there and she's working the exhibits." "Right, sure." "Most of her kids are backpacking in Europe, and her husband is moving through life as usual. Spends most of his time at home in the garage." Joanie grinned at me manically for a moment."You wouldn't sleep with her, would you?" "God no! You can send me off to the funny farm if I ever talk about that seriously. As if anybody would want to get into her pants. Bill gets a nomination for sainthood for putting up with her for so long." We lay there and I looked at the clock. Seven o'clock, I was almost back to normal. Joanie squeezed my butt and smiled. "You still got it, Pete. I could live like this. Any chance of talking you into coming back to Missouri?" "Don't think so, unless my charming boss wants to give me a job close to home. I'm glad I've still got an apartment in St. Louis that sees me three times a year." "You never know what'll happen. At least you got released to stay here for a while now. We can see how far we can stretch it." We got up, put on some sweats and wandered down to the kitchen, where she got out some cereal. I started the coffee pot and looked outside: gray, but not threatening. We looked at the Weather Channel, disdaining any of the other morning programming. It was going to be cold but dry, no storm on the horizon for a couple of weeks. "Has Dana been giving you much trouble?" I asked. "No, she's been a real trooper. Whoopsie and I have spent some quality time together the past couple of years; Mom and Dad needed a break from all that energy from time to time and sent her over a few weekends. She wore me out as well, but we got to do some shopping, went to some concerts, and talked a lot. I like her, I trust her. She'll take care of the folks all right, once we get things set up." "Good. She in on all the family secrets now?" "Oh, yes. You know, you're her hero, she looks up to you. You're the only one of us that's reached out to her as far back as she can remember, treated her nicely and respected her. She would do anything for you." "I know." I finished my coffee and poured another cup. "I want to run through the shower before I take my turn at the med center." "Let me drive you, I've got some errands to run, and a couple of resumes to drop off." "Done." I ran through the shower, shaved and got ready, finding Joanie waiting for me at the door when I was done. We didn't speak all the way down, and when I relieved Dana, she looked very glum. "Quiet night?" I asked her. "Yeah. Things aren't good, I can feel it. The doctor came by first thing and didn't like what he saw, but he wouldn't talk to me. The nurses all call him a damn bastard behind his back." She looked over at the beds, and a tear crept from her eye. "They say go ahead and talk to them if you want, they might be able to hear you," she said in a tiny voice. "I've been talking to them." "Did you get any sleep?" "I napped a little bit, I'm OK. Where's Joanie?" "Running some errands, she should be home again before noon. She can take her time coming back." "Right." She gave me a long hug and walked down the hallway at a normal pace, which meant she was worried. The day was slow: there wasn't much on TV, and I spent a fair amount of time just looking at my parents. I was amazed they were still alive, but I couldn't tell anything from the monitors other than they each had a pulse and were breathing. Mid-morning a chaplain appeared: a good looking middle aged woman in a white clergy shirt, grey hair, a Methodist necklace, and a dark skirt. "Hello, I'm Reverend Donna Summer." "Hello. Don't think I'll forget your name." "Most people don't. How are things going...Mr...Marks?" "Not bad, considering. You?" "Well, glad the storm's passed, looking forward to having the family for Christmas. Is your family gathering?" "Some of us. Two sisters and six grandchildren expected, although it won't be the same without them." I said, pointing at the beds. "There are more in the family, but they have other plans." She paused, a little surprised. "Has the doctor been by today?" "Yes, but he didn't have much to say to me sister. She's very worried." "I see." She tapped her chin for a few moments, thinking something over and making a decision. "Well, I come by ICU every morning to see if there's anything I can do. Are your sisters going to be here later today?" "Yes, late afternoon most probably." She handed me a card. "No rush. If they come back and the doctor hasn't spoken with you, please buzz me. Extension 3003. Just need to check in with you for my paperwork." "Fine, thanks." "No problem, it's my job." Giving me strange look, she left and moved on to the next occupied room. The parade of nurses came by at regular intervals to check the monitors, take blood pressure and the like, but they weren't very talkative. Something was up. After lunch, a tall, thin man with blonde hair came by. He looked like a dancer, and very young. "Hello, are you Peter Marks, by chance?" "Yes, I am. Are you a specialist?" "No, I'm a friend of Dana's." This was weird. "She's not here right now, probably not going to be around for a while." "Thanks all right, I wanted to speak with you if you have a little time." This is very weird, I thought to myself. Of course I have all kinds of time hanging with my comatose parents. He shook my hand, and asked if there was anything I needed. I said no. We sat and he proceeded to tell me about himself: he was the artistic director of Dana's dance company, and he wanted to find out if I'd be interested in a front office position with them. Dana was always trying to set things up: in High School she was a matchmaker for her friends, and had all kinds of schemes for Dad to make money after he retired. The guy was nice enough, and gave me enough background on the operation to make me interested in the job. Finally I said, "I'm under contract right now, and it would take a lot to get me to move on." "Mr. Marks, the arts aren't that much different than athletics, and we truly need a boss who understands business and the practicalities of life. But it has to be someone with a connection to the arts, who has some sympathy for our mission and what we have to live with." Passing a slip of paper, he continued, "We can pay you this much, as well as health, retirement and other benefits. We'll even buy out your current contract if we have to." I looked at the paper: the arts were worth more than I thought. It was a little less than I was making, but with living back here it would be about the same. "Wow, this is a lot to offer someone you don't know." "You're Dana's brother, it was her idea. She told us about your background, and you were a music major for a semester. We don't know anybody else with your experience who has a connection." "I'll have to think about this." He stood up and shook my hand. "I'll stay in touch. I'm sure you'll want to check us out; we have nothing to hide. My best wishes for your parents' recovery." "Thank you." He walked out and I was amazed. A hospital room isn't where you would expect to be recruited for a job. I went down the hallway, opened the laptop, and caught up on my paperwork. Things were still pretty quiet, and I was able to close it down fairly quickly. Business was starting to slow down in anticipation of Christmas, since we really weren't a retail outfit, and the business headlines didn't have much to report. I called Joanie and told her to bring Dana down so we could talk to the Chaplain together. They got there a half hour later. The chaplain was in the Emergency Room when they got there, and Joanie wanted to speak with me down the hall for a moment. "I know how nervous and paranoid you can be about secrets, so I'll tell you now: Dana told me everything about what happened your first night back." I was shocked. "I'm not surprised: the Dalai Lama would have a hard time fending her off." "I don't know what to say, Joanie..." She put a finger to my lips. "You don't have to say anything, just listen. Dana and I have an understanding: we tell each other everything, the folks what they need, and Julie nothing. I'm not jealous nor do I disapprove, but nobody else in the family must know." She took a deep breath, "Well, I am a little jealous and worried that you'd give into temptation, but I love you and I know you won't hurt her. I know you won't hurt me, either." I couldn't believe how she looked at me: warmly, sadly, affectionately. I started to speak and she silenced me again. "She knew about our teenage antics: I told her a year ago, which may be why she set her cap for you when you got off the plane. You were overdue for some action, no denying that, and I'm glad it wasn't someone hateful like Sylvia. We all may be living together in that old house into our golden years, which might be kinda fun. But don't worry about us now, we're all on the same page and we can face whatever's up with the folks together." I kissed her on the lips and didn't say anything. We held hands all the way back and Dana smiled when we came through the door like that. Chaplain Donna Summer returned a half hour later. "The doctor asked me to give you this news: it doesn't look like they're going to make it. They have infections overwhelming the medication. We'd hoped their brain activity would pick up but it hasn't and all the machines are doing now is keeping them breathing and their hearts beating. You need to tell us what you want to do, whether you want the rest of your family here now and get started making the tough decision..." "That doctor is a chickenshit," the girls said quietly together. "Obviously," the Chaplain murmured. There was a long moment's silence and the girls came up on either side to hold me. The noise outside faded as we digested the news. I said: "We need to call our brothers and sister. When we know how they feel, we can tell you." "Of course. Take your time, we're not in a hurry. I'll be back in half an hour." I sent Joanie down the hall to call Julie while I talked with Mark and John. They told me they'd be on the next reasonable flight they could get, and would stay with their mates in a hotel so the grandchildren could all sleep at the old house. Dana was standing absolutely still, tears streaming down her face, and I held her as we waited for Joanie. She arrived in ten minutes: "Julie's coming. She's not happy, but I got through her delusions of grandeur and she realized she needed to be here. She's going to stay with her daughter in Shawnee. Her mob will meet her here. Glad Melanie isn't with her siblings in Europe." Coming up to my other side, we wrapped our arms around each other and all three of us stood there, staring at our parents. The head nurse came in and said: "Why don't you three go home? We'll look after them and nothing's getting switched off until your family's all here and you say so. Come back when you're ready. They'll be all right." We nodded and left. When we got home, we spent a little time figuring out who would make the airport runs, and halfway through the evening we started getting travel plans from everybody. The grandchildren were on their way first thing in the morning, and putting them in the dormers, one for the boys and one for the girls wasn't a problem. The folks always believed in having room to spare even when the first five were all at home. Dana did some of her exercises, but not with the energy as before. When it was time for bed, Dana disappeared for a moment, and returned with a package in her hand. "I want to give you two your Christmas present early, don't think the rest of the fam would understand." It was a pair of pajamas, red striped and fresh. It was a little on the large side, but getting it out we discovered it was silk. Dana turned me to look at her and said solemnly: "Petey, Todd and I visited your boss a couple of weeks ago, and he just agreed to buy our ballet company yesterday. He said you could come home and stay here to run it for him, and you won't lose any of your benefits. Since he doesn't know beans about the arts, he'll give you a pretty free hand. You'll get a letter soon confirming all this. Merry Christmas." I picked her up and swung her around, making her laugh. Putting her down, Joanie laughed a little as well. "Whoopsie," she said, "this is only one pair of pajamas. What are we supposed to do with them?" She reached down to pick up a baseball hat from under the couch, my old Cardinals hat. "I though you could share them like you did when you were teenagers." Joanie started crying and bend over to hug her hard. "Dana, that's one of the nicest things anybody's ever done for me." I surrounded them and whispered, "Let's go to bed." We spooned on the old bed: Joanie in her pajama top, me in the bottoms, and Dana naked on the other side. I wish I could say we slept all night, but one last chance to make love before the others got there was too good to pass up, and the first airport run wasn't until noon. It started with Dana's hand creeping back into my crotch, but Joanie had the same idea and their hands bumped into each other at my cock. I knelt up and looked at them both, "All right, let's do it. We'll figure out a way." I pulled Joanie's legs apart and pulled up her pajama top, exposing her goodness. Like a thirsty man in the desert, I dived into her crotch and started licking, starting a process I knew would take her over the top. Dana snuggled up beside her and guided my hand up, so I started twiddling her twat. Then I sampled Dana's sweetness while putting one finger after another into Joanie until my whole fist into my twin. Wow, I never could have done that before. They both crested the wave and I was a bit tired. They got me flat on my back; Joanie licking my lollypop as she used to while I sucked Dana's little titties into my mouth one at a time. They switched and I was savoring Joanie's big knobs while Dana sucked and then rode me. I got close and they double teamed my privates, Joanie's magic mouth at the top first while Dana sucked on my nuts, then they traded with Joanie's tongue teasing my ballsack for the first time. They switched back and forth several times: I don't know whose mouth I shot in, but it overflowed. The next morning, Dana was gone when I awakened with Joanie before dawn. There was a clatter from the kitchen, so our little chef was hard at work. Joanie looked me in the eye: "I got fixed a few years ago." It was like we had a psychic bond. I flipped her on her back and knelt between her legs: "Then, let's do something we never did in the old days, Joanie." "Gladly." Our first face to face was amazing: we gazed deeply into each other's eyes the entire time, lost in wonder. My cock fit her cunt like a glove. I thought about trying another position, but it felt so good being a missionary I decided to savor the anticipation of running through the Kama Sutra with her. After we climaxed, we held each other a long time. "Shit, I'm glad we didn't do this in the old days," I said. Joanie gave me a surprised look. "Why not? It would have been fabulous." I turned to look her square in the eye. "I never would have let you go. I would have fucked you silly every night: you never would have got together with Henry and I would have never married Sylvia." She tousled my hair and gave me a look of mock indignation. "You make it sound as if it would have been a BAD thing." At that time, Dana popped through the door wearing nothing but an apron with a huge smile on her face. "Breakfast's ready."