0 comments/ 25824 views/ 10 favorites Et Sidste Kys: The Last Kiss Ch. 01 By: akbashev ***** To those of you that have asked that I write a companionship story to, "En Dag Tilbage," I did. However, to those of you that have no yet read, "En Dag Tilbage." Then I request that you do since it will explain some things that aren't explained in this story. I suppose it was my fault to begin with that I left some readers hanging, wondering why some things were left unanswered...so this story is to finish all of the unanswered questions. However, I do have one person to thank: "Cat". Had it not been for her inspiration and motivation, I might not have ever gotten around to finally writing this story. It is in that sense that I dedicate this entire story to her, for it was her love of the characters that drove me to reflect back on the simple love that a brother and sister shared and enabled me to write with such passion and vigor that I was once again astounded by what I'd written. My absolute thanks also goes to her for suggesting the ending, to which I was very excited to write! Before anyone proceeds any further, know that this is a long story. It's not intended for a quick read as some other stories on the website are...so if you expect to have an orgasm within the next few lines, forget it, this story is supposed to be long and drawn out. Oh, and one more thing before you start, please do NOT comment to me saying that the sister should've become pregnant at the end by her brother. I won't get in to the reasons why, so just don't...please. And as always, I like feedback, good or bad and if you'd like to discuss this story further or have any questions, leave your e-mail and I will e-mail you back...maybe not always guaranteed, but I do make every effort I can to respond to my fans, but understand that sometimes I am very busy and you may have to wait a little while to receive a response. Thank you, and enjoy the story! ***** Et Sidste Kys-Part 1 (The Last Kiss) If you had one day left, what would you do? If you were anything like me, you'd do everything...including your sister. I'm Ben, and having several fights with brain cancer, I never really had what you could call a 'normal' life. I found out I had cancer one day when I was seven years old. I don't remember much about how or what happened directly before and after diagnosis, only that my mother cried after the doctor left. I didn't understand why she cried and didn't understand the entire prognosis at all. The doctor and nurses tried to explain it so a child could understand and told me that I was basically going to become very sick, which was true. I spent my first night in the hospital with my father and told him that I wanted to go home so I could be with my sister, Jessica, who'd been my best friend since I was about three years old. But my father said that we couldn't leave yet and that I would have to stay and every time I asked him why, he gave told me the same thing the doctors had told me, that I was sick and had to get better. I never wanted the disease and I had a hard time understanding why I was seemingly the only one who'd gotten the cancer and not my sister, or my mother, or father. I asked the doctors and nurses why I'd gotten it, but they couldn't give me any validating response and I stopped asking soon afterwards, knowing that it would've been a waste of time. By the time I was eight, the cancer had gotten stronger and I had to be carried back and forth between the chemotherapy room by a strong older woman named Estella. She became like a second mother to me when my own mother had to go back home to look after my sister. Estella taught me how to read and how to do basic math and at first, I admit, I hated it, but soon it would be the only thing I would have the stomach to do when the chemotherapy started and made me sicker than I'd ever been before. It was nearly five more years of chemotherapy treatments on and off every few months or so, but during that time, I actually felt okay and got to go back home and see Jessica and grab a stuffed animal from my room. The chemotherapy always seemed to make me sick and as soon as I understood what was happening, I would scream and cry every time I had to get another chemotherapy treatment. But chemotherapy always seemed to help me and one time, I got to celebrate Jessica's ninth birthday at home for a couple of hours and that was the first time I'd found that Jessica had changed. I'd been away so long that she looked at me like I was a completely different person. I was no longer a brother to her, but more like a distant relative. I still liked her of course and after unwrapping her presents, I gave her something that I'd found while venturing around the hospital, a stuffed tiger. She took it nervously and then embraced it tightly, telling me that she would never let it go and she would love it forever. One more year of being tested and re-tested and I was finally released from the hospital and able to go home. But home wasn't home for me anymore. I'd grown accustomed to the hospital and seeing sick and dying people and the shouts of grieving loved ones that the silence of home was almost frightening. I missed my own hospital room and the big window that overlooked the hospital's courtyard and the sunlight that slanted through my window first thing in the morning. Even my own sister, Jessica, seemed to be a stranger to me by then. We were strangers to each other. I frequently closed the door to my bedroom and sobbed and cried, knowing that had it not been for the stupid cancer that we would've been closer, but when I'd finished crying, I always thought of what Estella had once told me. I remember that it had been just before a chemotherapy treatment, one of many, that she'd told me that god had chosen me to suffer and that it was my job to feel the pain and sickness, but that by going through all of that, I would be stronger than everyone else...in ways I could never imagine. Of course, hearing her say that made me think of Superman or Spiderman since all I read by that time was comic books that my father had brought me, but the statement had stayed with me through the years and I knew it was my place to fight and grow stronger, so that I could laugh in the face of the doctor that had given me two months to live when I was seven years old. I started school just as soon as my hair grew back and to be honest, I was unaccustomed to having what I considered long hair. Before, when I'd lost all my hair due to chemotherapy treatments, I never had to scrub and wash my hair and besides, Estella usually handled my head washing. The first time I took a shower, I poured out a handful (too much, of course) of shampoo and began to massage it in to my hair, unknowing to hold my head back to prevent the shampoo from running in to my eyes and didn't know before until a strong burning sensation entered my eyes. I nearly slipped and hit my head on the side of the bathtub I was standing in when my father came, brought by my screams of pain and held my face under the showerhead and washed out all the shampoo from my eyes. From that point on, someone was always outside the bathroom. It was embarrassing having them sit outside the bathroom door, waiting for me to call for them in case of emergency, but slightly comforting, bringing me back to the days in the hospital. When I realized that everyone in school was avoiding me because I'd had cancer, I grew even lonelier. Jessica would act like she didn't know me sometimes and I had to work hard to corner her in the hallways to ask her if she'd gotten a boyfriend yet. The answer was always no, but I knew she'd been talking to boys and sometimes I watched and stayed silent, wishing she'd just want to talk to me instead of me having to initiate the conversations that never led anywhere. With the passage of time wounds are healed and life changes. I started eleventh grade and Jessica started her last year of high school. Things had changed between us after the incident with her boyfriend, Dan. I never really received the real story when I'd asked her why he'd called her a crazy bitch in front of everyone in the cafeteria, but I had some idea that it had been about me. Everyone knew I'd had cancer and some even mocked me for it. I didn't care because I knew I was stronger than them and ignored them, but Dan seemed to have gone beyond means, he'd insulted me and my sister had actually stuck up for me and then he dumped her. Dan was an idiotic moronic football player, but the damage had been done. I'd ruined Jessica's reputation and it was my entire fault. But, from that point on, she seemed to shun her friends more than before since she had very few, just like me, and she finally began to accept that she was my sister and I was her brother. Everything was going fine until I went to school one day in April and instead of falling asleep in class, I'd fainted and woken up in the hospital. The doctors informed my parents and they came to hear the news I'd heard before. They spoke quietly, like I was a little child again and made it seem that I didn't know anything, but they told me that I could do whatever I wanted and that they wouldn't stop me from making the decision. One doctor wanted to attempt to operate on me. One wanted to give me more chemotherapy treatments and one even wanted me to become a vegetable the rest of my life. I was disgusted by everything the doctors wanted me to do and told them I wasn't going to do anything, somehow hoping that the cancer would go away by itself...wishful thinking, I know. The doctors seemed disappointed by my decision and my parents seemed sad, but no one argued with me. I went back home, withdrew from school and stayed home, eating junk food when I could and watching television. Jessica stayed in school since she wasn't doing as bad as I had, I was failing five of my classes and never completed the homework because I didn't care whether or not I did any of it. With my refusal to restart treatment for my cancer, the sickness came and sometimes I was so sick I could barely move and on a few occasions, I was unable to even drink water. I slept most of the time through the pain, waiting for the next time I would feel good enough to move around. My parents visited the hospital and were given some special pills to keep my sickness to a minimum and enable me to eat more regularly as well as feel good enough to move around. ------------------------- "Can I come in?" I asked, smiling and sticking my head inside Jessica's bedroom door. I had realized that prom was going to be happening in about a week and I didn't know if the prom would be on one of my sick days or not. I wanted to make sure I would at least get to dance with someone and my sister was the only option left after I was turned down by one of my sister's friends, Kaliegh. "Sure," She mumbled and flipped a page in one of her textbooks. I had looked through her backpack when she left it home one day when she went to school and felt the need to learn and suddenly wished that I hadn't left school because home was as boring as life could get. My parents tried to stay home with me and give me company, but they also needed to work to pay off my hospital bills that totaled somewhere in the hundreds of thousands of dollars. "Well, I was thinking..." I looked down at her purple and pink bedspread and sat down roughly, shaking the bed and dislodging an old friend that I recognized. The stuffed tiger was still on her bed and I gathered that she must've slept with it every night. I picked it up and smiled, remembering a simpler time when we were still connected in some way in the most innocent way possible, still being young. "I remember when I gave you this for your ninth birthday...I found it in one of the hospital rooms...someone had left it behind when they left...you told me that you would never let it go and would love it forever." I suddenly got an idea and began to move it's small legs, making it do a happy little ridiculous dance. My antics brought a smile to her face. "You still have him." I said and continued to make it move in a dance reminiscent of the disco-era. "Yeah," She said. I looked up and found that the smile had faded. I never could make her smile for more than a few seconds. "Please put Mr. Stickles down." "Mr. Stickles?" I wondered in my mind why she would give him such an odd name but didn't tease her about it, considering that I wanted to be on her good side before I requested something that I hoped she would say yes to. "Yes, Mr. Stickles." Jessica suddenly rose from her chair and snatched the little stuffed Tiger from my hands and laid him down near the other side of her bed, on her pillow. "All right, all right...sorry." I said, not wanting to anger her too much. I was so nervous around her and she never seemed to prefer my company since we were so uneasy around each other. I understood that uneasiness around a person you hadn't seen for some time was evident and could sound angry or even distasteful when they spoke. But nonetheless, I had to bring up the subject of prom to hope for an opening in the conversation to phrase my request just right. "Anyway, I was...wondering...who are you going to the prom with?" "No one...now that I broke up with Dan." She was still mad about Dan. I regretted being her brother sometimes, knowing that she'd wanted to have a brother that she never had to think about or even see. But I figured it was that way because she didn't know me well enough but I was never mad at her, only sad...because she had only since accepted me as a brother. She made her anger evident as she turned back to her desk and slammed her textbook loudly, making the desk shake slightly and the book emit a loud THUD! I'll admit, when she became angry, she somehow became different. She was the person that someone else would've laughed at when seeing her angry and I couldn't help but smile at her. "Oh, hey, I've got an idea...why don't we go together?" I asked, hoping to god that she would say yes. I just wanted the experience of prom and even if it was with my own sister, it would be well worth all the dance lessons that Estella had taught me. But I didn't see my sister as my sister fully, she was still a girl, but the only girl that I wished I could get to know and hang out with. "Let's not...we're brother and sister...it would just be too weird." When I heard those words come out of her mouth, I felt my stomach drop. All I wanted was to dance with a girl...just to feel a member of the opposite sex's hands inside mine and smell the smell of a real girl my age, not like Estella's old women's perfume. I won't lie, I felt like honest crap. It was like ten chemotherapy sessions all at once but before I could leave from embarrassment, she spoke again. "Well, wait...we don't have to go out to the prom, we could...have it right here." I was speechless. I struggled for a moment and said something about having to buy a tuxedo and struggled even more from going to such a low and embarrassing moment, to a high and excited moment. "Calm down! Calm down!" Jessica suddenly said quickly, but I was only too happy to comply and tried to hold my excitement down "I'm all right...oh God! I'll see you later, I have to go get ready!" I ran out of her room quickly and went to my room, hearing her say something about prom not being until the next week. But I shut my door and clenched my fists together and jumped a few times in ultimate excitement and joy. I would've rather gone to prom with a girl who hadn't been my sister, but at that moment, I didn't care whether I'd gone to chemotherapy with her, she'd made me so happy that I was unable to fall asleep that night, thinking about the party and dancing with her. ------------------------- My mother had a friend who had a small clothing and tailoring shop. She came by and measured us and let us pick out the fabric we wanted our outfits to be in for that special night and I helped my parents in organizing the lay of the dance floor and they were only too happy to help. They were happy I was going to stay home because they were apprehensive about me going out, but I'd thought ahead and asked them to let us be by ourselves since Jessica would know what to do. I really wanted them to leave us alone because dancing with a girl was supposed to be...special, I suppose. Besides, my parents hadn't had a night out alone in some time and I wanted them to be as happy as I was going to be that night. After all the preparations had been completed, and the food was lain out, there were the routine photo's of me and Jessica in our clothes and then they left, bound for a night out with dinner at a Italian restaurant and then a movie that my mom desperately wanted to see. They still fussed over me and my condition until the last possible moment, telling me to tell Jessica to call 911 if there were any problems, blah, blah, blah. It nearly drove me insane until they were out the door and their car finally left. I took my position at the table we'd be using to sit at and eat at and I was so nervous that I over spritzed my armpits and mouth with the same minty smelling spray I'd stolen from my parent's room. I sure wasn't expecting a kiss from my sister; the spray was only to keep my breath smelling fresh in case we got close to one another when dancing. Believe me, you'll never know how bad breath can turn off someone. Jessica was still taking last minute preparations on her hair and make-up and while I waited, I made sure everything looked nice. I was in the process of re-folding a napkin for the third time, trying to make it just right, when she finally stopped in front of the living room. I dropped the napkin on the table and stared at her in awe. She looked absolutely beautiful. I slipped my hands behind my back, just like I'd seen the men on the cable television shows do and when Jessica approached the table, I pulled the chair out for her, just as a gentleman should've for such an attractive girl. I sat down across from her and waited for her to see the food. It was only macaroni and cheese and I wished I'd known how to make something else, and she looked up at me and I nodded. She was thinking the same thing as I was, that I couldn't cook. "I'm...uh...sorry that I couldn't make you something better." I said, trying to hide my embarrassment of the incident that had happened earlier in the day. I'd really planned an elegant meal of shrimp and a good cream sauce and vegetables, but when the time came to cook everything, the shrimp was too stringy, the cream sauce burned, and the vegetables had bugs in them. My last resort was a cake that my mother offered to help me out on, but I refused her help and had to pay for it by throwing away a burned and crumbled cake and had to settle with simple macaroni and cheese that came from a friggin' box. But I didn't want the meal to destroy the night's atmosphere and I sought to make her laugh to break the painful and awkward silence. "Remember when Mom said she had burned the cake?" She nodded. "That...that was me." I said and listened to her chuckle a little. "No problem, so you can't cook, not many people really can, especially their first time." I nodded. At least she wasn't making fun of me for not being able to cook. She made me feel much better and I hardly waited for her to take a few bites of the macaroni and cheese before I asked her to dance. She sighed at first, shrugged and then stood up, my sign to escort her to the dance floor that was only a few feet away from where we were sitting. Our first song...Jesus, what a disaster. I was nervous around her and seeing her look more beautiful than what I had been used to, I was unsure in my dance moves, but when I remembered that she'd consented to dance with me, I figured I should've been doing a lot better and I finally got in the groove and impressed her. Et Sidste Kys: The Last Kiss Ch. 01 "I didn't know you could dance like this!" She said as she tried to keep up with me, but I was going too fast, faster than normal since I was still a little nervous around her. "Oh yeah, you remember Estella? From the hospital?" She nodded. "She taught me how to move, I know how to do the foxtrot, mambo, tango, and the jitter bug...right now, I'm doing a little of each." I looked like a total dork probably, but Jessica didn't exactly know the steps to all the dances I was doing like Estella did. Estella would've told me to stop dancing like a fool and do it like she'd taught me how, but Jessica wasn't complaining at all, in fact, she seemed mightily impressed when I did the dipping move and brought her back up quickly. I'd learned the move from Estella and had learned how to hold my balance, since Estella wasn't exactly as light as my sister was, so the practice I'd had with Estella was simple when I tried on Jessica. "Whoa!" Jessica's hair fell in to her face and she quickly pushed it away and back behind her shoulder. I'd dipped her probably too quickly than normal since she had to grab on to my shoulders to keep from becoming disoriented. We danced a little more energetically before the song ended and a much slower one came on so we could catch our breath again. I placed my hands around her hips, holding her gently and softly, trying to not let her know that my hands were sweating profusely. She didn't seem to notice or mind as she put her own arms around my neck and we began to move in rhythm with the music. "You look good in your dress." I told her. It was the honest truth and I remembered Estella's advice when dancing with women, keep you eyes at their face, not down below. Doing so made her warm up to me more and she would smile at me every once in a while and I finally felt as if we were becoming brother and sister again. "Hmmm, you dance well." I murmured to her as I felt her hip move from side to side in my hands. That was another thing Estella taught me, compliment a girl and make her feel important. But I would've complimented her even if Estella hadn't told me to. Jessica deserved compliments and I wondered how her ex-boyfriend, Dan, had gotten the idea to dump such a remarkable girl. I suddenly noticed that Jessica had since closed her eyes, but it was not because she felt sleepy, she liked dancing with me and I did what I'd seen the guys on television do when they were dancing with a girl. I laid my chin on her shoulder and got closer to her, letting my hair run against her cheek softly. We danced for at least two songs, seven minutes, but neither of us felt the urge to move faster since the song's tempo changed. The songs to me were merely background noise to our dancing. I was so close to her that I could feel her breath on my neck and her heartbeat through both of our clothes. All of sudden, I felt my stomach tighten and I had to let her go, realizing that we were barely moving together by now and yet, I still wanted to keep dancing close to her. But, before I knew it, she leaned in, closed her eyes, and we kissed. It surprised me slightly since it was my first real kiss, with my sister, but a real kiss regardless. "No," She gasped suddenly and pushed me away. She turned quickly and hurried out of the room, leaving me extremely confused. I wanted to go after her, but when I heard her bedroom door close, I knew I had made a big mistake. I stayed in the living room on the dance floor for a few minutes, unknowing what to do next when I switched off the CD player and walked towards her room. I wanted to apologize and tell her I was sorry that I got carried away. She'd just been a girl that I'd felt something for, but she was my sister. No one had ever told me that kissing your sister intimately was wrong since I barely saw her from the time I was seven years old to the time I was eighteen. When I got to her door, I hesitated outside and listened intently for the sounds of gagging or coughing from revulsion as a result of our kiss, but I heard nothing else than a groan as I knocked on the door. "Can I...come in?" I asked quietly when she opened the door. I was trying not to look up at her face, scared that I would find regret...or worse, anger. "I'm...I'm sorry...about what I did...all of it...I just got a little carried away." I said and hung my head down, shamed that I'd done something that was so wrong. But had I known before that I wasn't supposed to kiss my sister, I would've never done it in the first place. Believe me, it was never my intention to kiss her, it was to show her somehow that I'd missed her so much, but the way I'd showed her had gotten out of hand. "It's all right," Jessica said quietly. I saw her looking down at me with sympathetic eyes, but I was still too nervous to look at her fully and caught a glance through the corner of my eyes. "I know you've never been..." I knew what was coming next, she would tell me the thing I knew already. I was a virgin in so many aspects and the fair reason for me asking out her best friend, Kaliegh, was that I wanted a chance to show that I could love someone strongly, since I'd never gotten the chance to pursue or even attempt to love someone in the hospital. Sometimes I felt so empty lying in the hospital bed, I was so lonely that there was one time that no one came in my hospital room for hours and I contemplated on unplugging my oxygen machine and ending my retched and lonely life. But Jessica...she saved me in some sense, I'd said then that if no one called or came in to my room in the next three hours, I would do it, having the thought that if no one really cared enough about me to call or visit me, then what was the point of taking up space? But a call came in the last twenty minutes and after talking to Jessica for a bit, I realized that I was being idiotic and impetuous, and never allowed myself to have the thought of taking my life since. Even though the conversation was nothing special and seemed awkward, even knowing that our parents had probably forced her to make, I cried and when I sniffled, she asked me what was wrong, I told her it was just a side effect of the chemotherapy treatments, and she believed me, but I never told anyone my real reason for living my life past that depressing time, but it was because of Jessica. "I'm really sorry, it's just that you looked so pretty." I replied, not wanting to leave her with the nervousness I felt. I brought my head up and looked at her, searching for something that would tell me that she didn't hate me now. "Thank you." She answered and smiled a little and tucked her hair behind her ears. I had eased her tension from our earlier indiscretion and she seemed to want to explain her actions as much as I wanted to. "But we weren't supposed to do that." "I know, I know...it's just that..." I paused, I didn't really plan on having a reason to tell her why I'd kissed her. It had just felt good and seemed like the right thing to do, the wrong thing, but somehow right in some way. "What? What's wrong?" She asked suddenly, sitting down on the bed a little ways away from me. "Well, I'm eighteen years old, never kissed a girl, never been with a girl, never even touched one who wasn't bathing me." I rambled too much. In hindsight, I never meant to reveal so much to Jessica, but everything just seemed to tumble out of my mouth without restraint. "And I...I...just don't want to die a virgin." I did in fact know what I was dying. I had refused treatment for the brain cancer and the only result of that is surely death, but I didn't want to have the pain of chemotherapy ever again and I figured that I'd feel much better for a shorter amount of time, rather than crappy for a longer period of time. "I...hummm." The result of my impulsiveness had made her uncomfortable, I could feel it in her voice, but thankfully, she didn't tell me to leave. "Well, it's-it's...all right." "I will never feel a girl in my life probably and kiss only one...you." I said to her, I had meant it to make her laugh and break the awkwardness between us, but she didn't smile back at me. There was nothing to laugh about or even smile about in her eyes. "What do you mean in your life? You have plenty of time to meet—." I stood up and rubbed my hand through my hair in a frustrated manner. She either didn't get that I was dying or she was in denial about the whole thing. "You don't have to say it...I know I'm dying, I just wish I had more time, there is so much I wanted to do, but most of it will not be done." I turned away from her and tried to hide my urge to cry. I hated to think about death and was afraid a little...just a little though, that my life would end much sooner than most people's. I felt cheated and deceived by god himself, and I had thought—deluded myself—that he would make me have such a terrible affliction and anger because I was somehow special, but that it would eventually end someday. But it hadn't yet; everything had stayed with me, even when I left the hospital. "What do you mean? You're not..." Jessica stammered, unsure of what to say to make me feel better. She made the valiant effort to try, but there was nothing that no one could say or tell me that would've changed my outlook at that moment. "Well, I..." She tried to say something after I raised my hand to tell her to cease in trying to comfort me, it would do no good. But I didn't want her to feel that I disliked her in any way by telling her to stop. After a moment of silence, I spoke again...feeling the overwhelming urge to leave and rid myself from her guilt-giving gaze, even though she looked at me softly, trying to understand what I was going through. "It's just...oh, what am I saying, I'm sorry," I turned to leave and ran right in to her desk that I hadn't realized I was next to until it was too late and fell to the ground with a throbbing, sharp pain in my knee and shin. "Jesus!" I said in a frustrated and angry voice. I hated my body when I felt pain. It took over me and refused to release me until I thought I couldn't take anymore and grew to hate myself, even though I had no reason to. She bent down to me, trying to help, but I pushed her away. I didn't want anyone to help me. I didn't want them to see me when I had pain, when I couldn't move, when I was sick, because then they would only give me medicine or try to comfort me and none of it really worked fast enough. I sobbed like when I was a seven-year-old. I felt hopeless and that my life was my own private torture. I was ashamed that I cried but whom was I kidding? Estella's words were all lies anyway, like the time she told me I was going to get better, it was all just lies. I crawled to my feet after a few minutes, seeing Jessica's face that was a mixed combination of someone scared and sad, and I turned to leave, making sure I was well away from the desk, when Jessica grabbed me and kissed me. I didn't try to wipe the tears away from my eyes and felt them run in to Jessica's cheeks and mine and my hands moved to embrace her closer. I still felt terrible, but Jessica wanted to take me away from my pain and I still don't remember what I was thinking at the moment we fell on to her bed, but I do remember feeling the depression and sadness leave to give way to anxiousness and something I'd never felt before. She let me unzip her dress and then took off the thin straps and let me see her breasts. I'd seen breasts before on cable television but to see them in real life...they looked so soft and even though they were only simple lumps of skin and muscles, I couldn't hide the fact that seeing them with my own eyes produced a completely different emotion than the arousal I would've normally felt. I brought my hands up to touch them, wondering if I was actually seeing them with my own eyes or if everything was just a dream, but as I felt the nipples brush and push in to the skin of my hand, I knew everything was real from the moan that Jessica let out. Jessica stopped me for a moment, stood up and took off her dress, and showed me her panties and then she came to me, letting my hands remove them themselves. I could see a small patch of jet-black colored hair near the lower center of her body that matched the hair on her head. Her whole body seemed to be conducive to eroticism. She was absolutely sexy in my observation and she held something about her that entranced me and mystified me to the point of a nervous pang in my abdomen. She moved closer and I gently felt her fall to the bed and I began kissing her again, this time the side and back of her neck, smelling a weird girly scent that made me slightly dizzy. I looked at her body in the dark, letting my eyes drink in the most beautiful sight I'd ever seen before me. I wanted to make sure she would have no regrets about what I wanted to do. I was much too shy to ask her if she wanted to have sex, but it seemed implied, but I still wanted to make sure that she wouldn't think of it as a mistake afterwards. After all, seeing someone you love in one way will bring about different emotions than seeing someone you love in another, much like love between a boyfriend and girlfriend, sexual intercourse was to strengthen lovable bonds. "Are you...sure you want to do this?" I asked, feeling nervous that she might say no, and tell me to get off of her and leave...leaving me with regret that would be so strong that I would never again be able to look her in the face. "Yes." She replied after what felt like a very long time, even though it was probably only a few seconds. She grabbed my hand and held it closer to her body, telling me silently that she actually wanted me. I kissed her softly and then moved to her breasts. Like I said before, I was a virgin so I really didn't know what more I could do. She would tell me, I was sure, what I was to do, but there were things I felt would've been right and things that would've been wrong. I sucked on her breasts, hearing her moan out, "Ooh, yessss." I felt her hands on my head a moment later and felt her body rising and falling with my licking and she seemed to be genuinely enjoying what I was doing. While I was using my mouth to lick and suck on her nipple, one of my hands were holding the side of her body for stability and the other was venturing down to the middle wet spot between her legs. I rubbed my fingers up and down, letting them explore what I had only dreamed about in a quiet hospital room before. The soft flesh was growing more lubricated with each pass of my fingers near the top of her pussy and she suddenly let go of my head and her body thrust, wanting my fingers to touch the one spot she'd liked. "Oh my God!" She shouted as her body jumped. I increased the force on my fingers and she panted more and more until she stopped suddenly with her mouth open and her body shook and shivered slightly at first and then harder and harder. "Oh, I'm going to cummmmm!" The bed we were both on shook as if we were in an earthquake. She was still panting when I withdrew my fingers from her hot and soaked pussy and curiously let my tongue touch the liquid that coated my fingers and hand and found it to be sweet and strong smelling. "Oh my God...how...how did you know...how...to do..." I looked at her and smiled, there had been a cable television show on how about five years ago, before cable became somewhat censored and I watched with fascination as a man brought a woman to orgasm by simply moving his finger inside the woman's legs. "I had cable when I was in the hospital and watched it almost all day...they had some good shows on how to please a woman on the women's channel late at night." Jessica sat for a moment, calming down from her orgasm and then she sat up all of a sudden and gave me a slight smile as she grabbed ahold of my belt and slipped it off quickly and tossed it on the other side of her room. I didn't see where it had landed, but it sounded like it had hit near her full-length mirror on the other side of her bed against the wall. I could feel my cock beginning to pulse as she unzipped my pants and I hoped she did what I thought she was going to do. As soon as she got my pants off, she touched my stiff cock through the hole on the front of my boxer shorts and then pulled them back and off, letting my cock stand in front of her, uncovered and in full view. I thought about laying back on her bed, but when her hot saliva hit the most sensitive part on the top of my cock, my stomach muscles tightened and I stayed in a tight sitting position. Her mouth then went down and I couldn't believe the soft, wet feeling I felt that made me groan uncontrollably. "Oh yesss!" The feeling of her mouth going back and forth of my cock was almost too much and I had to squeeze the muscles in between my legs to prevent myself from cumming earlier than I wanted to. She knew exactly what to do to make me reach orgasm and she would slow down to let me calm down before she started going faster again and soon, I was ready and she sensed I was getting close and began to suck harder and faster, making me groan and gasp more and more. When I came, I could barely feel it come out but the heat from her mouth seemed to linger as I shot repeatedly in to her opening. I was still panting just as she had when she'd had her orgasm, but I was able to see her open her mouth and show me my cum before she closed her mouth. "Oh...you don't have to swallow it if you don't want to." I said. She'd done more than I would've ever thought possible and I would've rather not asked for anything in return after giving her an orgasm, but she seemed to want to reciprocate the pleasure I'd given her and since I had licked my hand and fingers of her juices, she did the same for me, throwing her head back and swallowing what was left after she let a little run out of her mouth and on to her body. "Ooohhh." I moaned, feeling my cock jump when I saw her throat flex, knowing my cum was on its way down to her stomach. She licked her tongue around her mouth area, making sure that every trace of my cum was gone from her face. "How was that?" She asked quietly and sighed contently. I bent down, picked her up and kissed her strongly. She had done an amazing thing that I would've never thought anyone would've done for me before I died. I took her back to her bed and she climbed on by herself, making room for me to settle next to her and fall asleep quietly after I'd kissed her gently on her cheek, the both of us still naked and with a sense of deep satisfaction and love for each other. I woke up during the night and looked at the clock on the nightstand next to Jessica's bed and saw that it was almost midnight, the time my parents would probably be coming back home. I got out of Jessica's bed as softly as I could, trying my hardest not to interrupt her peaceful slumber and picked up all of her clothes and set them in a small pile next to her bed and looked for mine as well, but was only able to find my boxer shorts, pants, and my shirt...my belt was probably lost somewhere in her room when she'd taken if off of me and thrown it away, but it didn't matter. I could find it tomorrow probably. I went to my room, dropped my clothes on the floor, and fell on to my bed, and fell asleep again. ---------------------------- "Ben?" I heard my name being called softly and I opened my eyes slowly and looked at my mother. It was morning; still slightly dark out, but beginning to show the first impending indications of dawn coming. "Ben?" My mother asked again and shook me a little. "Hi, mom." I grumbled and closed my eyes. I'd forgotten to take my nausea suppressant pill at midnight and felt like throwing up as soon as I became conscious of my body. "Are you feeling okay, Ben?" She asked and sat down stiffly on my bed next to me. "Little sick." I said and she nodded and went to make a note so Jessica would know not to disturb me and let me sleep, not that I really would've minded. My mom brought me a glass of water and my forgotten nausea suppressant pill. I took the glass of water, rose in my bed, and remembered that I was still naked from last night and while I put the pill in my mouth, I pulled the sheet and blanket closer to me. Et Sidste Kys: The Last Kiss Ch. 01 "Okay?" She asked when I'd finished and took the glass of water back and left me to sleep. I knew she was probably going to go to work and my father was too. But I knew that Jessica was still off for the weekend and would keep me company, especially after what we'd done together the night before, but she was probably still asleep and I didn't want her to wake up, revert back to her original view she had of me, that I was sick and didn't want to be around her or see her at all and ignore me. So I stayed awake, staring up at the ceiling and trying to keep my mind off the urge to vomit and waited for the nausea suppressant pill to start working. While I was laying in my bed, I thought I might've heard the clank of a pan and the slamming of a refrigerator and sat up in bed, wondering if it was Jessica, but with the silence that came afterward, I figured I was just hearing things and sunk back down. So it was a surprise to Jessica when she opened my bedroom door and saw me, already awake. "Heeeeyyyy!" She said happily when I smiled at seeing her. The nausea suppressant seemed to have worked and I no longer felt as sick as I did before. "What's this?" I asked as she set down a tray in front of me that had toast and some orange juice on it...about the only thing I could eat in the morning without feeling sick afterwards, unless I took two more nausea suppressant pills, which made me sleepy afterwards. "Oh, just a little thank you for last night." She replied and smiled at me. She was genuinely thankful for the night before when we'd done something dirty, but neither of us seemed to feel that it was wrong so we said nothing to each other about it and sought to forget about the implications of me fingering my own sister and her giving me a blowjob. I looked at the wildflower that was in the vase a little ways away from the glass of orange juice and realized that it was pretty, almost as pretty as Jessica was. "What?" She asked when she saw me staring at her intently. She quieted as I took the flower from the vase and told her to bend in closer to me. I slipped the flower behind her ear and let her hair hold it in place, and let her withdraw to her original sitting position in which she now looked even more exquisite then before. "Ah, much better." I said and took a sip of the orange juice and then set it back down. Jessica smiled and blushed a little, making her look even more youthful and sexy. "Hmmm, you look even sexier than last night." "Yeah?" She asked and stood up, turned around and let me see her body that was unfortunately covered by her clothes. I wished I could've seen her entire body since the first time I'd only seen a little of her because it was almost dark in her room, but I held on to the hope that we would do something again that led to me seeing her in her full, unclothed glory. She walked back over to my bed and sat down and attempted to lay back on the pillow next to me, but before her body could fully hit the mattress, there was a sound of someone knocking on the front door. "I'll be back really fast." She said and pecked me on my cheek and went to answer the door while I began to eat some toast and drink some more orange juice. She came back a short while later, laid down on my bed next to me, and let me run my fingers through her long black hair. "Who was at the door?" I asked curiously. I'd heard her voice rise slightly from the front of the house though my open door for some reason while she was away, but I didn't know whom she'd been talking to. "No one...can I ask you a question?" She asked suddenly, looking up at me. I gave her a small nod and told her she could ask anything and she told me who'd been at the door. "Well...do—if you could go anywhere in the world, where would you want to go?" She asked slightly nervously, stumbling over the order of her words, seemingly trying to phrase them just right for me. She didn't have to say the name of the organization the person who'd rang our doorbell had come from, I knew at once. The make a wish foundation had asked me before if I'd wanted to go somewhere when I was about nine years old and then again when I was thirteen, but I told them there was something that they were unable to give me and that I didn't want anything unless they were able to give me what I'd wanted. It was a closer relationship with my one and only sister, not sexually, but just a simple brother and sister relationship so that I would be happy and know that our supposed relationship was more than just being related to each other on paper since she never came and saw me in the hospital. The make a wish foundation people certainly were persistent in asking me to go somewhere and now that Jessica was actually sitting with me and not uncomfortable, I figured what the hell and finally decided to go somewhere, but with only one stipulation that my family and my sister were able to go with me. "It was the make a wish foundation again, wasn't it?" I asked, making sure I had been right in my assumption. She nodded to me. "They always come...maybe this time I should go somewhere...mom and dad haven't had a vacation in a long time." "Where?" She asked. I was at a loss for words. When the make a wish foundation people came when I was nine, I'd thought of going to Disney world like every kid did, but the second time they came when I was thirteen, I just wanted to go somewhere that chemotherapy didn't exist and somewhere that would rid my mind of memories of being sick and having cancer, but there was no place I would be able to go for that. "Oh, I have no idea, where would you want to go?" I asked, hoping she'd have a place where she wanted to go. I suddenly wondered why I'd thought of her instead of me, but I truly didn't care where I went, so long as Jessica was with me. "Uh...how about every athlete's dream when they win a major game?" She said finally, looking up at me and giving me a weird look, affirming what I knew she was thinking. It had been my first choice after all. "Ah, Disney world...well, Disney world it is." I said and kissed the top of her head. At least everyone would have fun at Disney world, I thought. Jessica cuddled closer to me and set her face on my chest. I wished I'd put on a shirt or something since my chest probably felt cold, but as soon as the skin on her face touched my skin, everything inside of me seemed warm. I would've thought I'd have felt hot with the sheet and blanket on and Jessica's warm body next to mine but I oddly felt only warm, like there was something inside the air that kept the temperature in my room just right. We stayed close to each other the rest of the day, kissing every once in a while and laying next to one another, feeling each other's body comforting one another's in a non-sexual way. We talked more then than I could remember and I asked her about school and what she was learning. She told me that most of the school work was either winding down or preparing for the final end of the year senior test. I asked her if she was nervous and she told me that she was only nervous about her test in biology, but she didn't keep her thoughts on it and we talked about other things as well. ------------------------- The next day I knew I was going to be alone and wasn't looking forward to the day at all, but it was a slight comfort knowing that Jessica would still be home later in the day when the school day ended. I thought she would just come in and say goodbye after eating breakfast and leave, but she had a different thought. She came in my room, right after breakfast as I'd anticipated, but she didn't just say goodbye, she dropped her backpack on the floor, and then began to kiss me and before I knew it, we were frenching like crazy. I'd had limited exposure to kissing in general and was worried that putting my tongue in her mouth like she was mine, that I would upset her or even disgust her, but I let it slip and she didn't stop kissing, but instead, seemed to grow more and more energetic. Soon, our tongues were slithering and slipping in and out of each other's mouths and I couldn't help but feel aroused, remembering when she'd preformed oral sex on me. She guided me at first, but by the end of the kissing, I was guiding her. Jessica had had more experience, but I soon caught up with her and found that French kissing was actually pretty easy to do. We continued for quite some time until I glanced at the clock and realized that it was only a few minutes until the bus would be coming down our street to stop in front of our house and had to stop her. She seemed a little light headed as I was at that point and wavered a little as she finally got up and grabbed her backpack from the floor, quickly pecked me on more time on the lips and then hurried out the door, just in time to hop aboard the bus and leave for eight excruciating hours. My mother came in a few minutes after Jessica left and inquired about the status of my health and found that I was quite lively compared to the day before. She let me walk around the house and went to her room to catch up on some paperwork that needed to be done for her job and the bills from the hospital. I, on the other hand, secretly went straight to Jessica's room. It wasn't to snoop on her or anything, but to smell her smell. To those who've never been with a person who leaves for a short or long period of time, you wouldn't know how much solace you can find in that person's room, among their possessions and scents that were left behind. As soon as I opened the door, I felt a fresh smell of her perfume and bodily smell hit me and I instantly wished she were there with me in the room. I walked through the door and looked around, trying not to disturb anything and keep it in its place. I looked at the pictures of her friends she had hanging on her wall and on her desk and saw a picture of her and her friend, Kaliegh, the one who'd rejected me for a date a little while ago. I picked up the picture and looked first at Jessica's face and then at Kaliegh's and realized that Jessica looked so much more beautiful than Kaliegh did. Kaliegh reminded me of an ogre and Jessica reminded me of a ravishingly beautiful princess. I put the picture frame down and then saw the pair of panties that she'd worn the first night we'd had sex. I picked them up off the floor, examining them and then caught a slight trace of her pussy that was left on the soft cloth. I wanted so badly to smell her again in the flesh, but since she was at school, I would have to wait. My mother's desk chair scraping against the floor on the other side of the house made me suddenly drop them and then retreat from her room back to mine. All through the day, I watched television, glancing up at the clock several times in the hour, waiting for the regular time that Jessica would get back home and half way through the day, there was a knock on the door and I went to answer it. The woman from the make a wish foundation was back with brochures and paperwork on where I could've gone and I invited her in, not because I wanted to, but because I wanted to be polite and not offend her so that we would be able to go on the trip. She dropped all of her stuff on our kitchen table and I went to get my mother so that she could sign off on the paperwork, showing that she'd agreed to the trip and everything. The woman from the make a wish foundation began to commence showing me brochures of exotic places, like Cancun and Tijuana. I wasn't exactly enthusiastic about Mexico but I listened to her explain what there was to do just to be polite again. Then she showed me places in the Caribbean, especially Jamaica...she seemed extremely excited and even went so far as to try and coerce me in to choosing it since she would accompany us on our trip as a sort of chaperone, making sure we had everything we wanted and needed. The more she insisted; the more and more I wished Jessica would get home. My father got back from work just before Jessica did, and his arrival gave me an excuse to put off on deciding where our vacation was going to be taken and finally, just before the woman started asking me again, I heard the rumble of a school bus approaching outside, the squeak of the brakes from a school bus, and then the handle of the door turning. I nearly jumped up and rushed over to the door to meet her, but she came in, dropped her backpack by the door and began walking towards us when she saw we were all sitting around the table. "All I need is for you to sign here...and here." The woman had skipped the second conversation about Jamaica almost entirely and decided to get my parents to sign all of the paperwork first and then write in our vacation destination later when I'd finally made my decision. "Hey." Jessica said in a non-assuming tone as she pulled a spare dining room chair to the table next to me. "Now, where would you like to go?" She asked as she flipped the papers over and made sure all the necessary parts were signed. "Well...w—I decided on Disney world." I said in a slightly nervous voice. The woman had been so emphatic about Jamaica, but I was only too happy to hear the disappointment in her voice. "Oh, excellent, excellent." She replied; still choosing not to look at me and go over the papers that had just been signed for a second time. I thought for a moment that she was going to write one thing down and then scratch it out when she left so that she could have her own dream vacation to Jamaica, but she also worked for the organization that was going to give us the vacation and if she did anything underhandedly, I would complain and she would lose her job, making her unable to go anywhere else unless it was on her own time and money. She probably figured that she would accept our Disney world destination now and try to pressure some other kid dying of cancer to go to Jamaica later. "Well, we will call you for your reservations, everything will be taken care of, a rental car, airfare, hotel, passes to Disney world...with special privileges of course, food, all of it." She answered, still kind of avoiding me and shuffling away to put her paperwork, forms and brochures back in to a briefcase she'd brought. My father offered to help her carry everything back to her car, but she refused and stubbornly shuffled out of our house, lugging the heavy briefcase behind her and tossing it in to the back of her car just before she drove off slightly quicker than a normal person would've, probably cursing me the entire time. But I didn't care what she thought or wanted. My parents were just as excited as Jessica and I was and told me I'd made a good choice. (Continued on to part 2) Et Sidste Kys: The Last Kiss Ch. 02 "It was like making a deal with the devil." I said quietly to Jessica. She smiled at my response. We just couldn't get the image of the way she looked out of our heads, especially with the lipstick on her teeth. She reminded me of a transvestite-looking devil, poorly made up to look like a supposed woman. "That's why I never did it before." "Mmmm hmmm. Don't worry, we'll be together...just think of what we can do." She touched my chest softly and I felt my stomach tighten at her vague suggestion. "Yeah, I guess...by the way, what are we going to do?" I asked in a curiously naughty voice. She grinned at me, knowing what I was still fantasizing about. But she didn't seem distressed that I thought of her in a sexual way, but more understanding, even though both of us knew that our relationship was not based solely on sex. Sex was only a way of getting closer to each other and of course, people who love each other in that way like to get close to one another quite often. "Oh, I don't want to spoil the surprise." She answered, still grinning at me. I wish she would let me touch her, just for a little bit because the thought of what we could be doing sent shivers down my spine and made my stomach tighten even more. "Ooh, I can't wait." I groaned, making it evident that I wanted her right then. ------------------------- The days passed by and school finally ended. It felt just as long to Jessica as it did for me and when Jessica received the notification at school that she'd passed her final biology exam, she burst in to my room as soon as she got home, just as I was putting on my shirt, and began saying something so fast that I could barely understand her as she jumped up and down and then in to my arms, making me fall backwards. Luckily my bed was behind us so we suffered no undue injuries or wounds as I result. She kissed me with a wet smack and then ran out of my room to tell our parents the good news, leaving me lying on my bed still, shaking my head and laughing. My parents thought it was a good enough occasion for us to go out to eat. It was really a rare event for us to go to a restaurant since most of the money my parents made was applied to my hospital bills. I always felt kind of bad and guilty about them having to pay for my stay in the hospital, the guilt was so much that I had gone on the Internet one day and researched special obligations hospital's had and found that my bills qualified for indigent pay. Indigent pay is somewhat difficult to explain, but since my parents were working, trying to pay off my hospital bills and supporting me and Jessica at the same time, the hospital would reduce our bills by ¾ and we would only have to pay low monthly payments from then on, instead of trying to pay everything back and struggling since we knew we didn't have to money to do so in the first place. The paperwork and forms were still being processed at the time, but I figured it would only be a couple of months at the most before they went in to effect though. At the restaurant, we went a little wild. I ordered one of the second most expensive entrees and Jessica did the same. My parents didn't object though and throwing cautions in to the wind, did the same, ordering the most expensive lobster I'd ever seen. We had fun though, trying not to remember the bills that awaited us in the mail when we would finally go back home, because the night was specifically for Jessica. Our playing around started innocently enough. We were having fun and Jessica was telling all of us about a game they'd played in gym and after one enthusiastic flip of her hand, her fork flew from her plate and fell to the floor between me and her. She stopped talking, got out of her chair and began to search for her fork that was lying next to my right foot underneath the table. She found it finally and climbed back up to her seat, but not before brushing my crotch in the process. Whether it was suggested or merely an accident, it touched off a series of dangerous events in which we would dip under the table to find an errant napkin or piece of silverware, trying to out do the other in seduction and trying hard not to arouse suspicion's from our parents. I'd gotten pretty close to her pussy once, just outside her panties when she opened her legs wide and let me feel the warm cloth underneath the cover of the tablecloth. I wanted to go further, but when the waiter asked if there were any problems, Jessica quickly shut her legs and I rose hastily, bumping the back of my head on the table, slightly red faced and holding a dirty knife, telling him that I'd accidentally dropped it. Jessica was doing her part as well to get me excited, on the second time she was telling a different story, the same thing happened and she dropped her fork. She went under the table and I thought it was an honest mistake until I felt her hand on the zipper of my pants. She pulled it down and fondled my cock for a few seconds, making me smile and grit my teeth, trying not to cry out since my parents were just across the table from us. She zipped my pants up, patted my cock, and then emerged with a mischievous smirk on her face, holding the fork. She let my parents take it and set it a little ways away after they'd given her one of their own salad forks, saying how excited we were that we were dropping silverware left and right. When we got home, my parents made sure I took my nausea suppressant pill and then went to bed, Jessica was free to stay up as long as she wanted since graduating practice was the next day and that was all she had to do for the day, besides go to it and the official graduation that was the day after that. There was a movie on television that night and Jessica and I had made quiet plans previously from the back seat of our parents car that Jessica would join me as soon as she thought it was safe enough and she did, at exactly 12:20 AM. By then, the movie was already halfway through, but I hadn't even been watching it, I was watching the door, anxiously waiting for her to come. When she came, she didn't say anything at all and just cuddled up next to me and asked me what had happened so far. I told her about what I thought the plot was about, but since I hadn't watched it, I just made some stuff up. We barely watched for a few minutes after she came in before we started making out again. It went on for almost four hours, sitting, kissing, cuddling with each other and just talking in quiet voices. I never once tried to touch her since I saw no need to ruin the moment. If she'd refused then it would've been bad, but I just liked being with her without the sex. We always seemed to have something to do or talk about together and I was never bored when she was around. She left early in the morning and I finally drifted off to sleep, only to be awoken a few hours later by my father coming in my room to check on me. But I wasn't angry at all, having not had more than a few hours of sleep, I instead felt strangely content, like the few hours of sleep I'd gotten had felt so much longer. ------------------------------- The next day, after Jessica had eaten a late lunch, she showed off her graduation robe just for me. I unlocked the door as soon as my parents left to go to the bank for a half and hour or so and she came in and I went to sit over on my bed, but I didn't sit very long. She did a sort of brief striptease, unzipping her robe sensually and slowly, showing me the back of her bra strap and then covering it with her robe again and dancing a little. Then she unzipped her robe further, still keeping her back to me and showing me her luscious butt cheeks in a lacy thong that were as tight and firm as I'd imagined, having not seen them fully until that moment since we'd not had any sexual time to explore since that first night. They looked so firm and taut that I could've bounced a quarter off of them! But I wasn't that kinky and she let me spin the tassel on her graduation hat before turning to face me and suddenly zipped the robe back up all the way to let me unzip the robe myself. I did it as slowly as she'd done it for me, but she seemed anxious and guided my hand more quickly than hers had been and just as I'd gotten halfway down her stomach, my hands were already on her breasts, feeling them and rubbing them gently to bring her arousal to even greater heights. I hooked a finger over the cup of her bra and pulled it down, letting her breast fall out and bounce slightly as it moved without any restraint or support. I massaged it slightly with my hand, letting the nipple receive a far share of attention and then began to suck on it, making her moan quietly. I sucked harder and harder, drawing all of the air from around it, making it stretch. I sucked so hard that I could feel it graze my tongue a few times, which I tried to move around and make her moan even more. She began to lean over and I leaned with her. Both of us falling on to my bed gently, but my tongue never skipped a beat as I ran it over her chest and body, my hands as well, seeking out the spot between her legs that would make me feel better, knowing that I was doing something for her that she loved. "Oh...Oh.... Oh...Oh! Ah! Oh! Oh! Ughhhhhh!" She moaned in to my ear rather loudly. I worried about our parents coming back early and catching us in the act, but she quieted down when I signaled to her to try and keep it down. I stroked her pussy from the outside of her panties, feeling it grow warmer and then hotter as a wet spot began to form. "AH! Yesss, right th-th-therrrrrrreeeee!" I slipped a finger past the outer edge of her panties and felt the wetness coat my finger instantly. I wanted to taste it, but I also wanted Jessica to reach the point of no return and have an orgasm, but my curiosity over came me and I pulled my hand away and began licking my fingers of her warm sweet juices, quickly trying to finish and get back to pleasuring her. But when Jessica saw me licking my fingers, she seemed to think I'd stopped and decided to pleasure me instead of waiting for me to finish. She yanked my boxers down, instantly taking my cock in her warm hands to rub it and kiss and lick it. I was still in the process of tasting her when I felt her tongue run from my balls all the way up the shaft of my cock and had to stop licking my fingers to groan. She grinned a little as she flicked her tongue across the opening, making me jump from a sudden shock of pleasure. Then she let it slip in through her mouth, letting it go down further and further, increasing my feeling of gratification. Just as she began to suck on it a little, I felt my muscles began to tighten, already beginning to show the first signs of me having an orgasm, but I tried to concentrate on something else so that I wouldn't cum too soon. When she tickled my balls with her fingers, it was almost too much and I felt I couldn't hold my cum inside any longer. I pushed her head down gently, letting her know that she could suck harder and she picked up the hint and sucked harder than I'd ever felt her do. "Oh god! I'm going to..." The cum that was going to be coming out of me almost hurt, but at the same time, I felt like I was going to explode from pleasure and she stopped as soon as I felt the first stream of cum shoot out of me. The combined hotness of her mouth and my cum felt better than all the other times I'd masturbated alone. She allowed her head and mouth to stay on my cock until I was finished and thanking her for such a pleasurable experience and then she rose up, her mouth never leaving my cock until it was fully out. She showed me my cum again and I saw her swish it back and forth a bit before she let just a little of it dribble from the side of her mouth on to her graduation robe and then swallowed the rest. She then climbed back up to me in my bed and lay next to me. She didn't expect for me to kiss her after swallowing my cum, but I did. It wasn't like I was disgusted with tasting my own cum in her mouth, but more that we'd shared something special and bodily fluids or not, I still liked kissing her, even if she'd still had my cum in her mouth. I was curiously thinking about why she'd let a little of my cum fall on to her graduation robe and asked her a few minutes after we'd relaxed for a little bit, catching our breath and calming down from our sexual encounter. "Why did you let some get on your robe?" I asked, expecting her to say it had just fallen out or that it'd been a mistake. "Had to have something for good luck, right?" She said as she smiled at me and even winked slightly. I smiled back at her, sighed and put my arm around her, still feeling both of our bodies tensed from our individual sexual experiences we'd given each other. "I wonder what they'll have at the graduation?" I asked, trying to make small talk. "Oh, just a bunch of boring speeches, not much to sum up thirteen years of hard work." "Huh, right." I said with a chuckle. Just as I looked at the clock, Jessica did too and both of us nearly jumped. It had been forty minutes and our parents had been home about ten minutes so far and we suddenly heard our parents talking in the kitchen. Jessica kissed me quickly, began to dress again and then grabbed her graduation robe and hurried to her room, holding her bra and graduation robe to her chest, which was still bare. But thankfully, her room was just down the hall from mine and completely hidden from the kitchen. I began to dress again and went to meet my parents so they wouldn't see me naked and wonder what I'd been doing while they'd been gone. ---------------------------- I woke up the next day feeling sick. I'd forgotten to take my nausea suppressant pill once again. It seemed like I was forgetting to take it more and more as the days when Jessica and I were together. She made me forget about things, even the simple act of taking a pill. I was so enthralled by her and entranced that the emotions I had for her that I found that they lasted long after she'd left my room. I sat in bed, wondering about the future and what we'd do next or what we'd talk about, I thought so hard some times that my head started to hurt and at first, I really did believe it was because I was spending too much time thinking, but then, even when I wasn't thinking, my head would hurt. I told my parents about the ache that was near the middle of my forehead on the left side close to my eye. They seemed concerned at first, but suggested that I try taking an aspirin and I did, two of them, and it went away most of the time. But some times the ache lingered. It wasn't too painful, more annoying than painful, but it got worse when I bent over or got up too fast and then it would calm down. I even told Jessica about it, and she would massage the place and it would feel a whole lot better, but when she was unable to do so, I'd try it myself, but it never seemed to work with me doing it. This was the day of her graduation, or really the night. I wished so much that I could've been there to see her walk across the stage to receive her diploma, but I'd been so stupid to become distracted by her beauty so much as to not take my nausea suppressant pill. I cursed myself and promised myself that I would never forget after that and I tried to go at first, taking my nausea suppressant pill a few hours earlier, but it took longer than normal to kick in and when my parents asked if I was feeling better by the time it was to go to the graduation ceremony, I was feeling pretty awful and not wanting to risk barfing in the stands, I regretfully had to stay home. I was so proud of her just like our parents were. She'd accomplished one phase of her life and was moving on to the next one. I was kind of regretting my decision to withdraw from school by now and wished I could've been walking across the stage just as she was, receiving a certificate that had shown all our years of hard work and toil...but I was also kind of relieved to have left school. I had started out a grade lower than she had and I wouldn't have ever been in the same graduation class as she was, so it kind of didn't matter if I'd stayed in school or not. When she came home, she came straight to my room and showed me her diploma after we'd kissed for a minute or so. The kiss itself seemed distracted though in some way since I could somehow feel something was wrong and I asked her. She told me about the graduation and then mentioned she'd told her friend, Kaliegh about our forbidden relationship. She'd also told Kaliegh about my condition, which made me cringe slightly. I'd tried to not think about dying, but she knew and she knew I knew. It was true that my time was going to be ending soon and the frequent headaches and the shorter duration of the nausea suppressant pills were only one sign the doctors had told me would happen. I didn't feel anything was wrong besides that however and I tried to keep my mind on other things, which was why I thought so much about Jessica. But I told her that Kaliegh was a phony. She was, absolutely, because she'd turned me down for a date when I'd asked her. If she didn't want to go out with me then, she didn't care about me one way or another. The least she could've done was grant me a date, but she seemed selfish and now she wanted to act like she cared...huh, way too late, bitch. A little while later, while cuddling close to each other, Jessica asked me how I really felt about her. It seemed only natural for her to think about the question after telling Kaliegh of our forbidden love and maybe she had some doubts about us being together since conventional society didn't accept incestuous couples as two real people that were in love. But I could only tell her the honest truth and I had asked myself the same question, how I really felt about her and had already formulated a response. "I love you and I don't care what anyone thinks," I said without a hint of hesitation, "and if anyone calls you something bad, I'll tell them otherwise." I would've protected Jessica from the conventional ideals society held about our relationship, they would condemn us by telling our union was not, in the eyes of God, a civil union and that we were living in sin and blah, blah, blah...something about the Devil was affecting our actions and that we were sick and needed help and we were wrong for engaging in sexual actions with one another. But, if you can consider, what help do two people need who love each other? True, a normal brother and sister relationship doesn't include sleeping together and having sex, but ours did. I truly felt our relationship was right and correct in every possible way, I was doing nothing to force Jessica in to having sex with me, nor was she. We loved each other and wouldn't have cared less what standard society had thought of us. Jessica snuggled against my chest a few moments after receiving the answer to her question and I think I was in the same state as she was, deep in thought about what and how others would see our relationship if we chose to reveal it in the near future to others. We both finally fell asleep peacefully though, the questions and concerns stopped for the moment and we both drifted off to a carefree dream that was far beyond the reaches of so called, 'conventional society.' ------------------------------- A few days later, we went shopping for our trip to Disney world and surprisingly, our parents let us go by ourselves...but they believed that Jessica was going to be along with me, but we'd made prior plans to split up and meet in the food court an hour afterwards so that we could buy things we needed in secret. We were both planning surprises, not just small ones, but large ones. I'd been able to formulate a plan quickly and had already made an appointment with a jeweler, whose shop was a few blocks from the mall. I left the mall for about fifteen minutes, picked up what I'd ordered, paid the two hundred dollars and then discarded the bag from the certain jeweler and put the gift box deep in my pocket so that no one would know what I'd just bought. When I got back to the mall, I shopped around for swimming shorts and then something else since Jessica had hinted earlier that something big and exciting was going to happen on our trip. She'd dropped a few hints about a new outfit, and I wanted to do the same for her since I'd gotten visions of me sitting on a hotel bed in my regular boxer shorts that made the vision seem extremely unromantic. Et Sidste Kys: The Last Kiss Ch. 02 But there was nothing in the store that caught my eye. It was mostly women's lingerie and bras, and a few Speedo-type underwear for effeminate men. I was about to give up when I finally noticed a pair of silk boxer shorts and a silk shirt near the back of the store that was seventy-five percent off and grabbed it as soon as I'd seen it and paid for it without even trying it on. I was pleased that my plan had been flawless and was even excited that I'd found the silk boxers and shirt for less than I'd thought I would've. And right on cue, I met Jessica just as she was beginning to walk up to the pizza counter in the food court, with a big red bag that had no writing on it, clenched in her hand. I was curious, but I also didn't want to spoil the surprise, but I admit, I was trying my best to look down through the little slits in the top of the bag to see what she'd bought, but could only see delicate white tissue paper on top...evidently, she knew I'd try and look and had cleverly piled on heaps of tissue paper on top of her purchase to hide it very effectively. We ate together, watching the weirdo mall people walk by and commented every once in a while on them as they strolled by, trying not to look at us since it would've been awkward. Our parents came back after we'd finished eating and showed us the new sheet set they'd bought for their bed. At least they weren't concerned about money anymore, even though they still had no idea that I'd been trying to get in to the indigent pay program with the hospital. I think it was the fact that we'd had so much fun going out to eat at the restaurant and now that we were taking a vacation in more than thirteen years, it seemed to increase their release of the money they'd worked so hard to keep for stupid hospital bills. It made me feel slightly excited seeing that Jessica and my parents were having fun, after all, that was what I'd truly wanted. I never wanted them to be sad about me or think that I needed to be doted on every minute of the day, they needed time for themselves and now that they had it, they wanted to prolong the fun and excitement and I had no problem with it. "What about this...you don't think it is too small?" Jessica asked me and pulled away the crotch of her bathing suit to show me her pussy just slightly, making me instantly tent my board shorts. We'd decided that our bathing suits would be okay to show each other since we'd be in them irregardless right after we'd gotten checked in to our hotel and went swimming or something, but we'd both cleverly given each other time to hide our special surprises for each other. I shook my head and smiled, wondering what it would've been like to see her fully nude on the beach as we made forbidden and dirty incestual love in front of everyone there. I told her a little joke when I remembered the Speedo underwear in the shop I'd gone to and told her that I'd first wanted a pair, but said that all the women would've stared at me and whistled. Jessica laughed and just as she did, I grabbed her around her midsection and pulled her down next to me on my bed. I kissed her quickly and she giggled with a slight shriek and then I began to tickle her. I'd known her tickle spot ever since I was six years old and was surprised that I'd even remembered it from then, but it still lay in the same place as I'd remembered, just to the left of her waist and at the end of her ribcage. She squealed and laughed, trying to grab my hand to stop it, but I only went faster and faster until she gasped that she was going to pee in her new bathing suit if I didn't stop. She sat gasping for a minute and once she'd looked over at me, I gave her a kiss that made her chuckle softly. Then I kissed her neck gently and sensuously, grinning slightly when I heard her gasps in response to my tongue touching her soft skin. I thought of going further and was already getting aroused at the prospect, but then I remembered the deal she'd made me commit to before she showed off her bathing suit to me, no sex until we were in the hotel. I honored her decision and perhaps I should've kept going because when I pulled back, she looked concerned but her concern softened when she realized why I'd stopped. We were both on danger of breaking our promises to each other and that was the last thing we wanted to do to each other. "Oh." She said plaintively looking down at the hill that had sprung up in my board shorts that was in the process of nudging the soft fabric in between her legs. She got up and smiled at me before she left, but not before pulling the back of her bathing suit between the cheeks of her smooth butt and giving me a seductive wink as she closed the door to my room. I had to bite my bottom lip and try to watch television to calm myself down before I exploded in my board shorts. ------------------------- "Flight DC-109 bound for Orlando, Florida is now boarding first class." Both Jessica and I perked our heads up at the announcement and after a quick consult of our individual plane tickets, we realized that it was finally our time to board the plane. I tightened the straps on my carry on backpack and Jessica gave me a curious squint as the flight attendant took our tickets. Just as she handed us the stubs, Jessica's hand shot out, hit me in my shoulder and we both took off down to empty corridor for the plane. "Wow, you guys are excited." One of the other flight attendants that was next to the door remarked as we jumped over the small gap separating the plane's door from the corridor we'd just ran down. We both chuckled a little and smiled as we stowed our carry on luggage above our seats and then, with a hastened glance at the plane's door, we pecked each other on the cheek and sat back in our seats just in time to see our parents come in and stow their luggage and take their seats just like us. I remembered the people at the mall and realized that the mall people had no comparison to people at the airport. Airport people had come from all different countries and some of them looked absolutely weird. I saw one guy with a Mohawk and a lime green suit, and I nudged Jessica and jerked my head as he walked by and she snickered. After all the safety procedures and taxing, we finally lifted off and I finally got to see what I'd always wanted to see...which were the tops of the clouds. I was so used to looking up at the clouds instead of looking down and I had to admit, they were spectacular to see and I snapped a couple of pictures, letting everyone know that Jessica and I were first time fliers. A flight attendant came by a few minutes after flying and asked if we'd wanted anything to drink and, wanting to celebrate the occasion of being on the way to doing something with Jessica, I requested champagne. The flight attendant looked at me and asked me how old I was and since I was only 18 years old, we had to get our parents to give permission and they said it was okay, as long as we didn't drink more than one glass. I'd imagined before that champagne probably wouldn't have much taste, like club soda and of course, I had to shotgun half the glass, spit most of it out on my shirt when I coughed and hacked a couple of times, making the flight attendant's look directly at me and Jessica. I smiled after I finished coughing and waved my hand, signaling that I was okay. "Ugh, I thought it would be much better than this." I said and set my glass of champagne on the tray table in front of me. It'd tasted terrible and I wondered why people would even want to drink something so horrible tasting. "You don't have to drink half of it right away..." Jessica said and set her glass next to mine. "Unless you're some sort of belligerent drunk who wants to maul me and force me to have your way with." She said quietly, making me grin and lick my lips seductively. "Take little sips...it's how the rich people drink it." "It is better..." I agreed after sipping it again, this time much slower and smaller, "but I should probably drink up." I winked at her and I could tell she instantly knew what I'd meant. After switching seats and letting Jessica have the window side, the stewardess came by and offered us some hot chocolate chip cookies and since we hadn't had anything besides breakfast, we accepted them. We tossed chunks of cookies in to each other's mouths, trying to pass the time. I didn't see anything wrong with doing it since it would've looked like a normal brother and sister thing to do and when our parents fell asleep later in the flight, we pulled out a thin blanket from the cargo hold and to be honest, we didn't exactly use it to sleep under, if you know what I mean. We stroked and rubbed each other, it wasn't enough to make either of us lose control, but we had fun doing it and we felt just a little taste of the pleasure that was yet to come. ------------------------- When we finally checked in to our hotel rooms, it was around five o'clock and we were all tired, but Jessica and I had an extra incentive to stay up a little while longer. I'd gone over a few scenarios over the time of the plane ride and came up with one that would seem plausible that would enable me to stay in the same room as Jessica and I told her my plan in a whisper while we were underneath the airline blanket earlier. She asked a lot of questions, but I just told her to do it like I'd told her to and hope and pray that it would work. "Okay, our room is on the fifth floor and you guys are staying here." My father told us and handed my mother the room key. They expected me to stay with my father and Jessica to stay with my mother, which I'd already foreseen with amazing accuracy. But just as my mother was about to start unpacking, Jessica mouthed, 'tell them', to me and I summoned the courage and asked them if Jessica and I could have this room to ourselves. Our parents both looked at us suspiciously. "Why would you want Jessica to stay with you?" They asked, still staring at us, somehow trying to get a hidden secret out, but since we'd foreseen the occurrence, we were much better prepared by talking about it first...trust me, it would've been much more difficult had we not discussed our plan on the plane beforehand. "Well..." I started, feeling my heart beating wildly. "She's more my age and we get along a little better now, I have to have some time to get to know her, right?" Our parents looked at each other, probably mulling it over and trying to think of some sort of hidden agenda we had. "Besides, there's two beds...please?" I said, knowing they would unable to resist once I'd said the simple word. I didn't ask much from them, even when I'd had the cancer, and I was suddenly glad I hadn't because they seemed to submit once they saw nothing evident wrong with me and Jessica staying in the same room. "Oh, all right, but if you want to change sometime, we'll still be here...and no fighting." Our parents both kissed us and after a few good-byes, I shut the door and as soon as it was closed, Jessica jumped on to me and kissed me, but I used my tongue in kissing her back upon taking Jessica's cue. I was still learning how to be a good lover, and now that we'd finally have time to ourselves without the fear of someone walking in on us or someone overhearing our indiscretions, we'd be free to experiment all we wanted in the coming days. ---------------------------- We waited about two more hours, watching television and cuddling before Jessica left to tell our parents that I'd fallen asleep and that she was going to read some until she went to sleep, which was a blatant lie, but it was needed to ensure our privacy. She came back, gave me the thumbs up sign, grinned and without a word, opened her suitcase and took out the red bag she'd gotten at the mall and went to change in the bathroom. Once the door to the bathroom was closed, I hopped quickly over to my own suitcase, shucked off my clothes and pulled on the silk shirt and boxers. I was done way before Jessica was and I took my place on the bed, switched off the television and waited patiently. I was so excited and even a little nervous at the same time, I watched the clock at first and then began to walk around the room, pacing back and forth, and wondering what Jessica had bought. Finally, when I couldn't stand it anymore, I went to the bathroom, knocked softly on the door and asked if she was ready. "Just a moment." She answered, knowing that we were both impatient to see each other, but nervous as well. My own stomach was tied in knots and my head was beginning to twinge with pain, but I ignored it. I went back to the bed and lay back, making sure to keep my eyes on the bathroom door. It was still a few seconds from when I went over to the bed and my watching the bathroom door so sharply, that when the door finally opened and Jessica's arm came out, I got to my knees and watched as she revealed her whole outfit to me. She looked just like a girl from an erotic photography magazine, extremely classy but definitely beautiful. She grinned slightly as she walked towards me, seeing my outfit as I saw hers. The funny thing about the outfits, to me, was that we'd only be wearing them a short time before taking them off for each other. But I was in absolute awe upon seeing her outfit. The warm lacy red color of her bra really got me going and the sexy golden chain across the front of her panties winked at me seductively as it hit the light just perfectly to sparkle. I loved what she was wearing, but to be honest, I couldn't wait to take it off and see her body. Jessica climbed up on to the bed and let me put my arms around her, I rubbed her shoulders gently, feeling her tension filled body easing slightly. I didn't know why she would've been so nervous, perhaps she'd been self-conscious about her outfit choice, but it couldn't have been better in my opinion. It was as if she could look even sexier to me wearing that outfit than she could being naked. She moved her hands up as soon as my hands touched the soft skin on her back and she fumbled with the buttons on my silk shirt just as I fumbled with the clasp on her bra. But when all of the fabric of her bra left her body, I was free to finally touch her breasts, marveling at the slightly bumpy texture of her skin closest to her nipple. Her breasts were perfect and even though they weren't really big like every guy dreams of when they're young, they were just the right size for me to lick and taste. Just as my warm wet tongue touched her skin, her whole body seemed to quiver. Jessica tried to pull off my shirt and I took a small break from her breasts for a moment to let her concentrate on the last few remaining buttons on my silk shirt. I suppose that was why it was seventy-five percent off, it took quite a while to get the buttons undone and most people don't want to take the time to get them off when they're in the mood for sex, but still, Jessica never really hurried more than that and I didn't either. There seemed to be a certain leisurely pace to our actions, knowing that no one would be interrupting our time together and that we'd have more than ample time to do things. Once my shirt was off and on the bed behind me, she leaned forward and began to bite my nipples lightly, making me smirk, wondering what had possessed her to try something new. She then fell back on to the bed, raised her legs and slipped off the panties, showing me her full pussy, a sight I'd not seen completely before now. The mounds of flesh we perfectly formed and I could see a slight pinkness that beckoned to me like a light on the top of a hill. I pulled down my boxers and then, wondering if there was anything left that could be made to enhance the moment, I asked her if she wanted to lights on or off. She chose on so that we'd be able to see our bodies perfectly in the soft light and have sex visually as well as physically. I wanted to try something different and seeing Jessica's pussy finally drove me over the edge, I bent over and opened her legs, instantly smelling the sweet musk her pussy gave off when it was opened. It was already damp and she seemed excited that I wanted to do something new and as soon as the flesh of my tongue touched the soft outer skin of her pussy, she gasped deeply. I'd never licked a pussy before, but I figured I could at least try, even if she didn't have an orgasm, I would've at least made her feel good. I ran my tongue from the top down over both outer pussy lips and then inside, making her breathing hitch and her back arch, telling me that I was on the right track. "Ohhhhh god yessss, Beeeennnnn!" She moaned down to me. "Ohhhhh, lick meeee!" Hearing those words, I licked faster and more forcefully, instantly feeling her juices increase on my tongue and making my head spin slightly at her sensuous smell. "Ohhhh, lick iiiittttt godddd!" she suddenly said very loudly. "Ahhhhh!" I licked and licked, wondering in my mind how long it would take her to reach orgasm. My tongue muscles were beginning to get tired, but I wanted to keep going until she reached the peak of ecstasy and had an orgasm. I clenched her back and buttocks firmly and teased her clit with the tip of my tongue, giving it fair attention and then going back to the rest below. "Ohhh god, I'm going to cummmm!" She groaned deeply. "Lick me hardeeerrr!" I was excited and amazed that it was going to happen so fast and the excitement made me lick harder, almost pushing my entire mouth in to her pussy. My tongue was making my whole mouth tingle and then it suddenly went numb. I was unsure I was still licking her once the numbness took over, but when her legs closed around the sides of my head, I knew I was still going. "Oooooooohhhhhhhhhhh!" She panted out and I felt a rush of warm sweet juices flow in to my mouth and down my chin. "Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh!" She screamed out as I kept licking, making sure she was thoroughly satisfied. Her body jerked back and forth a few times and when I stopped, I saw her eyes closed and a grimace that showed that she'd gotten what she'd desired. "Oh oh oh...oh..." She panted out as she calmed down from her orgasm. I crawled next to her and she smiled at me and lay down on my chest, with her breasts against his stomach. "Oh, my god." She whispered. "That's the hardest I've ever cum." "That's goof." I replied, feeling my tongue start to unknot itself as I flicked it around my mouth, still tasting her juices. "Ben?" She asked suddenly and looked up at me. "Uhmmm?" I asked, still trying to get my tongue from hurting. "I...I want you... to be...my first." She said in a still-panting voice. I wondered if I'd heard her correctly and I thought she'd never ask me to engage in intercourse with her because it would've meant that our relationship had developed enough trust for her to consider us making love together and giving our bodies full pleasure. But just to be certain, I asked her if she was sure, not wanting to make a mistake and somehow force her to have sex from a simple misunderstanding, but her response gave me all the assurance that she was serious and she rolled off the bed, and retrieved a condom from her purse and I eagerly put it on. I watched her climb next to me on her knees and then let one knee pass over me and the other stay on the other side. She ran her still wet pussy against my cock and I finally felt the wetness on a sensitive part of my body for the first time and I almost lost it before it was even inside of her, but she thankfully pulled back and held my cock up to the back of her pussy and just as my cock's head touched her skin and sank into her warm opening, we both let out a ragged gasp. I felt the warmth surround me. It was better than when I masturbated and even better than when she'd given me my first blowjob. "Ooooohhhhh." She cooed out as her thighs settled against mine. Et Sidste Kys: The Last Kiss Ch. 02 "Oh my god." I mumbled, but my tongue muscles were still tight from licking her pussy that the words didn't sound right. We both sat still for a moment to regain control of our senses and after a few moments, we gave each other a silent nod and Jessica lifted her body. Going up didn't feel as good as when she was going down, but a split second later, she let gravity pull her body back down on to me and I had to grit my teeth to stop myself from cumming too soon. I put my hands on her legs near her thighs and helped elevate her body until she was almost to the top and then let her fall back down. We finally picked up the pace when we were accustomed to being sexually conjoined and I found that when her pussy began moving faster, the less I felt like cumming, like her pussy desensitized my cock and I could last longer going fast instead of going slow. I sat up, making sure that my cock would still stay inside of her whether I thrusted or not and began kissing her, briefly catching her mouth and then her chin and neck as her body rose and fell. All of a sudden, just to change things, I began to thrust harder, bring a surprised gasp from Jessica and knocking her around a bit, making her body fall back on to the bed behind her. I pulled out for a moment, pulled her body closer to mine and then entered her again. I liked the feeling of being on top and she put her arms around my neck as I pounded in to her, making both of us grunt as we went as far as we could in to each other. "Uh! Uh! Uh! Uuuhhhhh!" I could feel her hips moving back and forth, seemingly wanting more and although she didn't say she wanted it faster or harder, I understood immediately and began to increase the force of my lunges, bringing louder moans from her and making me ache inside. I wanted to keep going for as long as I wanted to, but before long, the sensitivity broke down from the warmth of being inside of her body and I felt my orgasm coming like a freight train. I was harder than ever before and trust me when I say this, but I could tell that it was going to be the most gratifying orgasm I'd ever had. "Ahhhhh!" I'd only lasted a few more thrusts and jabs after I'd felt it coming and I stopped and felt everything below my waist prickle and then tighten and release as I came inside of my sister. I lay still for a moment, feeling my cum coagulate around the tip of the condom and then smiled as I pulled away, making sure not to let the condom slip off. "Oh my god...thank you." I gasped out and collapsed on to the bed next to her. The vision was of both of us laying next to each other, our legs entangled with each other's and still gasping for breath and absolutely exhausted. But we were no doubt satisfied with each other's performance and happy beyond words. I kissed her lightly on her cheek and then fell asleep shortly afterwards; but I waited for her to fall asleep before I did and held her closely and felt her smooth skin on mine until she stopped quivering from our first highly loving experience and then finally lay still. ---------------------------- "That's them." I mumbled and stood up and unhooked my hand from hers. We'd waken up early, gone down to the lobby to eat breakfast and then came back to play around until it would be time for the Disney World Park to open. "Hold on! We're coming!" Jessica replied loudly when another knock came on the door. I kissed her quickly on her cheek and then we both ran outside, all ready for the trip to Disney world and thoroughly excited. "Jesus." I muttered when I saw the line for admission in to Disney world, it stretched for three city blocks and had to be the longest line I'd ever seen! But we went completely past the crowd and to the head of the line, got out as soon as the taxi stopped, and saw the woman from the make a wish foundation hurrying towards us at once. Her demeanor had changed since we'd last seen her and she seemed a lot more excited than before as she handed us make a wish foundation t-shirts and a couple of VIP Disney world badges and right after that, we were being ushered through a side entrance that was a little bit past the crowd of people and then through another gate, and then we were directly in front of Cinderella's castle. "Come on, hurry, the park will be open soon!" The make a wish foundation woman told us. I had no idea why she cared if the park was going to open soon since we were already inside, but once I saw the crowd of Disney characters gathered in front, I looked painfully at Jessica, who gave me a similar look. I saw Daffy Duck, Mickey Mouse, Goofy, and a small chain smoking Tweety...who threw the last of his cigarette to the ground when he noticed we were coming. They all looked like something out of one of those theme parks that had had a lot of budget cuts, you know the one I'm talking about, like they'd hired a bum or drunken transient to play a lovable children's cartoon character...that's what it looked like to me. The make a wish foundation woman snatched my wrist in her sickening pink nail polished fingers and pulled me all the way in front of the group of ragtag Disney characters. "All right, you have the sign?" She asked the Mickey Mouse that was on my left side and the person inside the costume answered in a really gruff voice, they'd just awoken from spending a night out drinking. The good thing about the costumes was that they hid the smell of alcohol since I only caught a few whiffs when he moved to hold the sign in front of me so the make a wish foundation woman could take our picture. "All right, now give me a big smile!" It would've been impossible to avoid smiling at that moment, such a ragtag group of Disney characters that I'd grown up watching ever since I was a child, and now, finding out they were nothing more than drunkards and maybe a crackhead Goofy, who grabbed hold of me just before the picture was snapped, the person inside the costume's hands going directly for my waist where my wallet was. "What—?" I said suddenly and threw my hand back to make Goofy get off me and not let the person inside jack my wallet and in doing so, my hands found two large soft orbs inside. Touching them suprised Goofy and the hand around my waist lessened. Once the picture was snapped, I quickly jumped forward, away from any of their grasps and went directly back to Jessica. "How was it?" She asked while we were walking away. I was secretly watching the make a wish foundation woman reach in to her pocket and withdraw a few dollars to pay the mascots for sticking around long enough so we could have a picture. "Ah, not so bad...besides, I think Goofy had boobs." I answered after a few moments with a smirk. Jessica laughed a little and shook her head and from that point on, we were alone together and left alone to enjoy the park by ourselves. First we went to Tomorrow Land and played some of the future computer games where we got to fight imaginary aliens, but then we had to move on because it was getting really crowded with people since the park had just opened. I wished that the make a wish foundation woman hadn't waited to take our picture since the time it took to get it all arranged, it was a mere five minutes before the entire park opened to all the people waiting outside the gates. I was winning in the game too, but after being jostled a few times by a couple of slack-jawed hicks from Texas, who were constantly looking over my shoulder and telling me what to shoot at, we left for the Splash Mountain ride, before it too got too crowded. But when we got there, we realized that most people bypassed Tomorrow Land for one of the most famous rides in Disney World. So we ended up waiting an hour in line before finally getting on and once it started, we made a commitment that we wouldn't wait in line anymore since we had the VIP badges that would let us go to virtually any place in the park we wanted...even backstage. No one seemed to notice as Jessica snuggled down in to the seat and against the side of my chest a few moments after we left the starting point. But then once we were past the tunnel of love...which I jokingly called it, even though it was too dark to even see anything, we began to climb a steep hill in the tracks and Jessica moved over to the other side of the car to look down at the park below us. I didn't look down like Jessica had since I would've gotten dizzy and possibly sick, but tapped her just as we reached the top of the hilly track and then dropped like a brick! We felt our stomachs go in to our chests and Jessica was screaming just like most of the other people on the ride were. Bwwooosssshhh! The wave of water flew out away from us at first, but then rained back on us torrentially as it hit the walls encompassing the ride that was designed to make the water go back and up, soaking those in the ride and anyone standing on the small bridge above. It was early in the morning still so when we got off the ride, I was shivering and felt super cold, and Jessica was telling me how glad she was that she'd decided to wear a bra. The thought of her walking around with a wet T-shirt in front of everyone made me warm up a little, but I was basically walking directly in the bright sunshine to try and dry myself off. ---------------------------- After the soaking at the Splash Mountain ride, we decided to take it easy and went on the simple rides. And after a while we both began to feel hungry due to our shivering from being doused with cold water earlier in the morning and I sat on a bench as Jessica left to get some food for the both of us. We were near the animal exhibits and I remember looking back at them once and wondering what their lives would've been like had they not been in captivity and wondered whether or not they had someone special like I did. Then I thought back to earlier when we'd gone backstage after a concert for the band, "Take three." All of the girls in the band were hot, but for some reason, I wasn't attracted to them at all. They were pretty and had nice boobs on display in each of their low cut tops, but I think I looked at Jessica more than them. They talked to us for a little bit before it was time for their next show and they joked that if I'd been a little older or if they'd been a little younger, they would've gone out with me...of course, I kind of blushed, but Jessica told them politely and in a joking tone that I was taken already by her. I was so enthralled that she'd answered that way that I embraced her close and kissed her, and blushed again when they all went, "Awww." Once Jessica got back with some nachos and cotton candy, I lay down on the bench since I didn't want some weirdo sitting next to us. It wasn't that I was standoffish about strangers, I just didn't want anyone to interrupt us since our time together was very precious and we'd gotten so little of it since then, seeing as how we were basically unable to show it in the company of our parents since they would've probably figured out what we were doing, but to be out in public with her was kind of exhilarating as well as important since no one would've assumed that we were brother and sister unless they knew us personally. I suddenly bent away from Jessica when she became distracted with a call from one of the baboons calling out from behind the bench and reached in to my pocket to take out one of my nausea suppressant pills and I tried not to make the pill bottle shake since I wanted to still prolong the assumption that I was doing okay. It was going to be the second pill for the day and the day before, I'd taken two as well, but the nausea had lingered longer than before and it seemed to be coming back sooner and for longer periods of time. I don't think Jessica ever saw me slip it on to my mouth, disguising it by picking up a single nacho chip and licking the gooey cheese off to help the pill go down my throat better. I grinned up at her and picked up another chip when I could no longer feel the pill in my throat and held it out for her to take. She ate it slightly sensually at first, licking the cheese off one side of the chip slowly with her tongue and then traversing to the other side to do the same. Then she got some of the cheese on the sides of her mouth on purpose to remind me of when she'd given me one of her spectacular blowjobs and I had to look down at the crotch of my pants to make sure I wasn't standing straight up in front of everyone, I wasn't, thankfully. Then she gave me a bit of the cotton candy she was holding and I tried to imitate her licking, but the cotton candy melted too quickly and I was left with purple colored sticky fingers. I reached for another nacho chip and the liquid cheese suddenly dripped off in to my eye and I had to sit up. I don't know if you've ever gotten cheap liquid nacho cheese in your eye before, but I can tell you, it burns like a mother. "Hold on, let me get it." Jessica said before my fingers tried to wipe it away. She gently reached her index finger out and swiped it across the bottom of my eye, cleaning the oozy cheese away from it. I didn't see anything else until a moment after I'd used the side of her make a wish foundation shirt to clean the area better. But when the cheese was finally out, I smiled at her and we kept eating, even though I stayed sitting up this time instead of lying down. After finishing our calorie-filled lunch...or really a snack, we went to the teacup ride and I admit, I should've told Jessica was going to turn the little wheel in the middle really fast because that's what I believed you were supposed to do and I was anticipating the spinning beforehand so it didn't make me as dizzy as Jessica was afterwards, but I apologized, helping to hold her still so she wouldn't pitch sideways and fall on to the ground from her dizziness as a result of me having fun on the ride. Mr. Toad's wild ride was next and we got two seats by ourselves to ride in since the ride's car was only large enough to accommodate two people in the first place. I even got to kiss her a few times before the car jerked in a different direction, throwing both of our tempo's off and pitching the other to the far side of the car, whilst the other tried to 'rescue' the other by holding them tightly by their neck or shoulders so we'd be able to recover in our kissing more quickly. But it never really did help since the ride was only a couple of minutes long anyhow. "Right there—let's go there!" I said as soon as I saw the sign for the Tower of Terror. Jessica seemed reluctant when I read the description of the ride from a kiosk that was just before the line and she told me bluntly that it'd be my fault if she barfed half-digested nachos and cotton candy on my lap, but after a fair bit of convincing, I finally got her to run around the entire line with me and consent to finally get on the ride once we were able to finally board. There were lots of seats, almost twenty in the whole...well, I guess you could call it a container, since it wasn't a car...or maybe a small building. But at any rate, we were luckily seated in the back and a bunch of fourth and fifth graders got in front of us and drowned out Jessica's giggles while my hand stealthily ventured around her thighs and up her shirt while the ride coordinator was explaining the safety rules and making sure everyone was secured. Our seats were in the back and since there was a wall behind us, it was dark where we were sitting so no one saw my hands. The ride started with a nervous jerk and the container began to soar upwards. All through the ride, we could feel the elevator looking container rising higher and higher. There were a few small windows on the sides and in the front of the container so the people inside could look out and see how high up they were, but neither Jessica or I wanted to know. I had just began to French kiss her, and both of us had our eyes closed, when the container jerked to a stop and then WHOOSH! Our stomach's jerked in the same fashion as when we'd been on the Splash Mountain ride earlier in the morning and it was absolutely one of the best moments of my life, feeling her hands clasped around my head, crushing my ears, and feeling her tongue pressed against the roof of my mouth and my own flopping uselessly around her mouth, searching for some sort of indication that she hadn't swallowed hers from fear. Just before we thought it would never stop, we opened our eyes and heard the final screams of the kids in front of us and looked around, the ride was slowing down and I saw through one of the windows the tops of the heads of the people waiting in line for their turn and realized the ride was over. I couldn't help but smile again when Jessica announced that she felt like she was going to hurl because of the sudden drop, but after we were a little ways away, she said she was beginning to feel better. After that, we just took it easy since we had to rest periodically on one of the many benches that dotted the Disney world property and finally, we decided to skip the rest of the rides and just relax for the remainder of the day, but by then, it was about six in the evening so we stayed on our bench in front of Cinderella's castle, talking and waiting for darkness to come so we could see the fireworks show. We were absolutely exhausted and Jessica yawned and then laid her head on my shoulder and I yawned as well since I'm the kind of person who finds it difficult to avoid yawning after I see someone else yawn. Our talking finally ceased though and I think Jessica was so exhausted that she was beginning to nod off every once in a while, but she would open her eyes after feeling her head droop and I would give her a reassuring grin, telling her that I was still there and that I didn't mind if she fell asleep. I didn't feel sleepy like her, just worn out, my feet, my ankles especially, hurt like I'd been walking around for days. But I stretched out my legs, trying not to disturb Jessica and they felt a little bit better, particularly when I threw them underneath the bench and let them stretch out themselves. Skreeeeee...POW! Jessica jerked awake with a start when the first of the fireworks began to start. At first, she moaned a little and tried to bury her head on to my chest and drift off again, but then she perked her head back up, groaned and grunted slightly as she sat up properly, running one of her arms underneath mine and leaning against my body since she was still kind of sleepy. We both looked around at that moment and saw that all of the people, who looked to be in a similar state of exhaustion as we were, were smiling. Even though they were dog tired and possibly sore from walking all day long, they were still able to smile at a bunch of loud, brightly colored explosions. I felt that way about Jessica. No matter how hard the pain was to go through, no matter how tired I was, I felt I could always smile with her and know that she'd smile back. At that thought, my mouth met hers and we kissed intimately. "Hey, you guys!" I immediately broke the kiss and saw our parents waving at us from behind a large group of people who'd gathered around us. Fortunately, they'd only seen us close together and probably assumed we were talking close together since the fireworks were loudly popping off in the background, but Jessica and I already knew what to do and scooted over to the far side of the bench after they'd told us to. "Have fun?" Jessica asked and leaned forward to make sure our mother and father could see her. Our mother nodded and Jessica and I commenced to go through all the rides we'd gone on and then our parents told us the ones they'd done, but it wasn't nearly as many as we had. "God! I'm so tired! Ben was running me all over the park all day long!" Jessica said loudly over a large firework exploding that made all of our chests thump and then yawned, indicating that she didn't want to stay too much longer since she'd used up most of her energy talking. "Sometimes...I just don't believe that he has that problem." She said and leaned back against the bench next to me. We stayed for a little bit after that and then our mother called for a cab to take us back to the hotel and Jessica and I fell asleep during the trip back, but I was thoroughly happy how the day had gone...except for that first part earlier involving the cartoon character mascots and the make a wish foundation woman forcing me to pose in a picture...other than that though, it'd been a great, long, fatiguing day. (Continued on to part 3) Et Sidste Kys: The Last Kiss Ch. 03 When we got back to the hotel, Jessica and I helped each other to our room, supporting each other and sometimes dragging the other when we sat down and wanted to fall asleep right in the middle of the hallway. But once we were in our room, I shucked off my clothes and thought about taking a shower since I was sweaty, but Jessica went straight to the bed and collapsed on it. I was extremely tired and somehow forgot the shower when I walked over to the bed and began to undress. Just before I was completely undressed, save for my boxer shorts, Jessica mumbled something quietly. It was so quiet that I had to walk over to her and ask her what she'd said. "Can 'ou...unress me?" She asked sleepily. I furrowed my brow at first, unable to discern what she'd said since she still muttered it. To get some sort of idea of what she sounded like for yourself, go to sleep, and wake up in the middle of the night and speak something you can remember in the morning in to a voice recorder and then go back to sleep. When you hear what you said at night, really sleepily and believed you were cognitive to speak substantially well enough, you'll find you were mistaken because your words sound like gibberish. But after a moment of thought, I realized what she wanted, she wanted me to undress her. "Arms up." I said and pulled her shirt off and then her bra since I knew she didn't wear a bra at night because the straps cut in to her skin and woke her up. When I got her shirt and bra off, she put her arms back down and then curled them underneath the pillow under her head and mumbled something else and I took off her pants next. Her blue jeans were pretty tight and I had to use a fair amount of my reserve strength to wrench off the blue material and then I asked her if she wanted me to take off her panties. "Not 'his time...jis lev'em." "'Kay." I replied and sighed as I crawled on to the bed, painfully feeling my legs ache, which I'd successfully ignored since then, but I crawled quietly, without shaking the bed, next to Jessica and put my arm around her. When she felt my arm, she sighed quietly and took out one of her hands from underneath the pillow and held it against her chest. I listened to her breathing a little while after that and then I snuggled up close behind her body and with the soft scent of the special space on her neck, just where her hair met the back, I fell asleep peacefully. ------------------------- The next morning, I woke up feeling peculiar and I sat for a moment, feeling slightly more nauseous than usual as well as having brief stabbing pains in my forehead. I got out of bed and glanced at Jessica, making sure she was still sleeping and went to the bathroom to take my daily nausea suppressant pill and aspirin. I picked up a glass cup to hold the water from the sink and just as I was ready to pop the two pills in my mouth, I glanced up at my reflection in the mirror and stopped. My skin looked strange, almost pale and I wrinkled my forehead upon seeing it and then it changed from pale to a slight pink. I had no idea what was wrong with my skin, but I thought that it might've had something to do with my eyes adjusting to the bright halogen bulbs in the ceiling above me. After all, the ceiling lights cast the entire bathroom in a whitish pallor. So I didn't really consider it any further, but just to make sure, I flexed my skin a few times and then shrugged, took my pills, and went back to bed. But I was unable to sleep and I tossed a few times before my frequent moving around made Jessica stir and then wake up. When she saw me, she grinned and said good morning and I replied the same and then she groaned and sat up. "Sleep okay?" I asked and sat up next to her. "Uh...huh." She said through a strong yawn that made her head dip. "Me too." I answered and looked over at the windows and crawled out of bed to open them and let some light in. "Ugh, I need to take a shower..." She mumbled and wiped her eyes. "I do too." I said and grabbed the stick next to the wall to pull open the curtains and let the early morning light in to the room. "You wanna go first?" I asked and turned back to see her breasts bounce as she rolled out of bed. "I don't know...which one of us smells the worst?" "Probably me." "Yeah...bet you do." She cracked a grin at me and I rushed over to her and suddenly jumped on the bed behind her and gently pulled her down next to me. "Really? Me?" I asked and began to tickle her. "Yeah!" She said between laughs. "Stop it! I haven't gone to the bathroom yet!" I hesitantly stopped and she jumped up with mid-day vigor and then hurried to the bathroom and shut the door. I lay on the bed on my side, sniffing the air around her pillow that still held the scent of her hair and body. It made me dizzy and also resultantly slightly aroused and I sat up, just as the door to the bathroom opened. "Thought you were gonna take a shower." I said when she stepped out from the bathroom, fully naked from her head to her toes. "And I thought you were gonna join me." She replied mischievously in a sexy, alluring voice and waited just long enough for me to jump off the bed and run over to her. She embraced me and I kissed her sweetly on her forehead. "C'mon, bet the water's already hot." I looked back at the bed and then towards her as she held my hand gently and led me inside, shutting the bathroom door and then for some reason told me to wait. I stood for a moment; assuming that it was because she wanted to test the water, but she pushed her arm through the shower curtain and shut off the water. "What's the matter?" I asked, still wondering what she was thinking about. "Nothing...just wanted to get a head start on the day." She said and then bent down on to her knees and pulled down my boxer shorts. My cock was already semi-hard and after a few rubs with her hands that were still warm from the water, it pulsed and was as hard as concrete. She gave me another sexy grin and held my cock in her hand and the last thing I saw before I closed my eyes was her head beginning to droop down lower and lower until her hot moist tongue made contact with my equally hot cock. "Oh, god...Jessica." I groaned out as my cock ran the entire length of her tongue and then went down further and further until I could feel the back of her throat flexing around the tip. I'd never had such a deep blowjob before and didn't know anyone out of porno's that actually did it for their partners. But I was in heaven as her mouth went up and then back down, sucking gently but firmly, making my buttocks clench hard as a result of the massive amount of pleasure I was feeling. Don't get me wrong, Jessica had given me a blowjob before, but even then, she only went halfway down and came back up and never seemed to go past that point, but now that she was going all the way down my shaft and letting it rest in her throat for a little bit, it was almost unbelievable. She tried to say something that I'd interpret as asking me if it felt good, but with my cock in her mouth, it was impossible to discern for sure. But when she spoke, her throat muscles vibrated, sending shocks of absolute pleasure down to my balls and back. "Uhhhhh." I moaned when her tongue slipped off the top of my cock and I lost the warmth and friction of her throat. "Over there." She said quietly, almost in a whisper and I looked back to see the marble counter that held the sink in the middle. She walked past me and then climbed on to the tile, letting out a smile and flinched slightly because of the cold marble on her bottom, but her body was steaming hot and warmed it in no time to her comfort level. I walked towards her, holding my cock out and knowing just where to put it. She spread her legs, knowing what both of us wanted and without a word, I pushed my cock in to her moist pussy. I was worried about foreplay since I knew a girl needed to be properly lubricated or else sex would hurt, but I hadn't seen her rubbing her pussy as she had deep throated my cock just moments earlier. "Ahhhh." She groaned and I sat still for a moment, letting her stretch and become accustomed to me being inside of her so early in the morning. I pulled back a little bit, feeling her pussy stretch and then grow warmer and wetter with each back and forth motion of my cock. She reached her arms out, both of them jumping slightly as my hips began to thrust a little more soundly and I leaned forward, letting her arms embrace me. I felt them slip around my shoulders and then to my back as I began to thrust more softly, making her gasp and grunt. I positioned the palms of my hands on the large mirror that was on the wall behind us and then I picked up speed, making her scream out at first and then grow silent, but with a look of gritted teeth and ecstasy plastered across her face. "Oh! God!" I said as I felt my eventual climax coming. "Jessica!" I said as I pulled out of her and rained cum down on her body. My knees almost buckled, but my orgasm had luckily lost much of its momentum by then and I began to kiss and caress her body with my hands and then took her by the back of her neck and kissed her gently. Then, with me still panting and struggling for breath, Jessica hopped off the marble counter and pulled back the shower curtain to reveal a bathtub full of foamy bubbles and warm water. I let her get in first and then I sat across from her, watching her grasp hold of a handful of bubbles and smudge them on to her body, smearing my cum and getting it mixed in with the bubbles. I'd never really had a bubble bath as erotic as this one I was having with Jessica and to be honest, it even made we want to laugh since after a while, when we'd regained our breath, we began to play around and I would take a finger full of the soft bubbles and try to cover her nipples and then she would try to do the same for me, but the water would wash them away and we'd still be once again uncovered for each other's desiring gaze. After we'd finished our luxurious bath with one another, I toweled off quickly and went back to the living room/ bedroom so she could blow dry her hair. And it wasn't long before she was finished and wiping off the rest of the moisture from her body in front of me. "So, what do you want to do today?" I asked and watched her perfectly formed buttocks become crushed underneath her body weight as she sat on the bed next to me. "I don't know...what haven't we done?" She asked and I reached over to the night table and took out the standard brochure of things there were to do in Orlando. "Hmmm, don't know, been to Disney world...not much in the hotel, unless you want to go swimming?" I asked hopefully, still thinking about our sexual bath we'd had earlier. But she shook her head. "Here, let me see it." She said and tossed her hair behind her back as she reached out to take it from me. She leafed through it for a good while before she finally suggested something. "What about the beach?" Absolutely! That would've been perfect and any nervous doubts I'd held all through the trip until now, were gone and I knew it'd be the perfect time to give Jessica the thing I'd gotten from the jewelry store just before we'd taken our trip. I'd kept close eyes on it lately, especially since me and her were sharing a room together and whenever she got too close to my suitcase, my stomach would tense up and I would have the urge to immediately get her away because she would've found the small box in the bottom fairly easily since it was inconspicuously hidden underneath a pair of pants that I'd never intended to wear. "Hey, yeah!" I said in a truly excited voice and clambered off the bed and stood in front of her and read the description out loud. It was only thirty miles away from the hotel we were staying at and we could've easily driven there...had either of us had a driver's license. We could've taken a taxi, but neither of us had very much money left since we'd spent it on each other's outfits for that one spectacular night. I was depressed and knew we'd have to ask our parents to take us, but perhaps, with a lot of persistence in asking...or begging, we'd be able to go off by ourselves. ------------------------- We met our parents in front of the hotel's dining room and after giving the waiter our free meal tickets, we were allowed to go to the buffet and get our food. I was amazed at how much food there was and both me and Jessica were starving and extremely hungry as a result of our making love earlier that morning and we chose one of everything to find out what we'd like and then figured we'd go back again for more once we knew. "Oh my gosh! Have you tried this bacon?" Jessica asked and pointed to a piece of crispy bacon near her biscuit and Danish. I'd long consumed my own during the first few minutes of eating and wanted more, but I didn't want to seem like a pig and waited so that I could go back with Jessica. But all the food was strangely orgasmic. I know what you're thinking, food being sensuously orgasmic? Everything I ate seemed to make my taste buds jump and convulse as if my own mouth was having an orgasm and I loved the feeling. The only time I'd gotten a similar feeling was when I had the occasional hot pizza, which was a very rare treat when I was in the hospital, being unable to stomach anything except I.V. fluids. But now...it was like nothing was holding me back and I could eat anything and I certainly did. After waiting painfully for Jessica to finish her food and finally go back for seconds, I resolved not to wait again since she seemed to be full after eating only half of her seconds. I went back for seconds though and then thirds...the orgasmic feeling of eating waned after a while but I was thoroughly satisfied in every single way, sexually, emotionally, spiritually, and in any other way a human would need to have a smile that was unable to be washed off by anything tragic. "So, what are you guys doing today?" Our father asked when we'd both finished eating. He wasn't in the same mood as we were to stuff himself full of food so he just had a simple cup of coffee and read the newspaper. "Well, we wanted to know if we could go to the beach." Jessica said. She didn't seem excited, but I supposed that was because she didn't want to arouse suspicion even though our entire day seemed to be riding on her casual-sounding request. "Well, dear, that sounds like a good idea." Our mother said in response and my father only ruffled the paper and grunted. It was kind of funny and I smiled at him grunting, like he was a cave man or something, but the thought only entered my mind because I was so excited and happily fulfilled. "I suppose it would be nice to relax a while...all right, I guess we're going to the beach." Our father said and set down the newspaper to drink the rest of his coffee. Both Jessica and I had to grit our teeth to not shout out in joy, but we smiled knowingly at each other, perhaps I more so than her. ------------------------------- "You want to go off together again?" Our mother looked over at our father, who had his hat over his face already, not wanting to be disturbed. He'd agreed to go to the beach, but it didn't seem like he'd really wanted to. He wasn't exactly young, I admit, and the trip to Disney world the day before had most likely worn him out. "Please?" I asked, ready to beg and convince them that we'd be just fine like we'd been at Disney world. Our mother looked at our father again and got his attention, but he didn't take the hat off his face and waved his hand, saying that he was fine with it. It wasn't as if our mother had difficulty making decisions by herself, she just probably wondered why I wanted to spend so much time with Jessica, but she knew she couldn't object and keep me there by her and that I was growing older and wasn't a sick child anymore. "Oh, all right, just make sure you take the cell phone," Our mother said and reached in to her bag and took out her pink colored cell phone and held it out from me to take. I grabbed it probably more quickly than she'd thought I would've and gave it to Jessica, who put it in the pocket of the pair of shorts she was wearing. "And don't let it get wet!" I heard her shout out behind us as we hurried off, but then she fell silent as my father reached over and put his arm around her and pulled her down next to him on the towel. ---------------------------- There was a fairly light breeze that day and the crashing of the waves and the moist soft sand underneath my feet felt great. I'd been to the beach before but it was when I was very young and I fought hard to keep the memories of running through the cool salty water and building a small mound of sand next to my parents and now that I was feeling the same thing, it made me recollect seeing Jessica as a young girl in her brightly colored one piece bath suit, holding a lime green pail in one hand and a fluorescent orange plastic shovel in the other, ready to help me build my sand castle. I remembered that her hair was lighter colored back then, and softer...and the smile she had given to just me when we'd finished our simple mound of sand that we both seemed so proud of to have made. Such simple unknowing pleasures were what I'd struggled to keep. They sustained me through tough times and I knew...I knew that one day we'd see the same thing later on in our lives and experience that same happiness of that day when we were just children. Not much had changed from that original first recollection of our time at the beach. Jessica was wearing a brightly colored bathing suit, but only a top and a pair of short shorts since we had no inclination to swim in the sea since the water was a bit too cold because it was cloudy and the sun wasn't out. Her hair was darker, but still as soft as ever. And her smile...I'd never noticed until the moment when we stopped to spread out a towel on the sand and sit and relax, that it gave me butterflies in my stomach. I'd never considered how beautiful she'd been when she'd been a child and now almost an adult, she'd retained every bit of beauty about her. I'd never seen her as sexy before we'd gotten together. But now I saw her as someone who could make me feel any emotion she wanted, like she had a certain sweet power over me. I never felt lonely when I was with her and I wanted to share everything I could just to make her happy and to see her smile. It was then that I realized that I loved her. She wasn't just my sister, but my everything, my one and only that most can only dream of ever meeting and knowing. I could stare at her forever and not move my eyes; she was just that beautiful to me. We talked for a while, just sitting together and acting oblivious to the world around us. I found anything she talked about to be interesting and I listened intently, not tearing my attention away from her words until she finished telling me everything she'd seen and felt at her graduation that I'd so regretfully missed. "No, there were ten of them, one for each of them." She said, telling me about the roses that the top ten percent of her class had gotten when they'd graduated. When she was finished, we sat in silence for a moment, looking out at the sea and I seemed to find beauty in that too, but nothing, absolutely nothing, could compare to Jessica in my eyes. I suddenly felt a hand on the crotch of my bathing suit, but I didn't look down. "It sure is beautiful...isn't it?" I said quietly, wondering if Jessica saw what I saw. Everything in the world seemed so simple when I thought about it. We were just composed of atoms and yet, capable of such strong emotions, one of which being love. Some of the books I'd read said that it had something to do with our brains and need for assertion as well as affirmation to our being, but I didn't believe any of that. Love was something that was unable to be explained. Sure, scientists could try for millions upon billions of years to explain an attraction between two humans, but they'd still be missing something. Et Sidste Kys: The Last Kiss Ch. 03 Love was a mystery that couldn't be explained, nor could the attraction between two certain people be rationalized by science. It was something that had to be felt by the individuals for themselves, but even then, they too would be at a loss for words to explain how a single emotion could somehow transcend time and space altogether. "It is...I wish it could be like this always." Jessica said and I let the side of my face droop on her shoulder, making her special scent stream around me. Her smell. Her smell would be with me always, I thought, as I felt a stray black strand of her hair tickle against my forehead. "The sun, the smell, the sound of the waves, you and I." I looked up to her at that moment and smiled. There weren't any words she could say that would ever make me stop loving her. I felt a warmth inside of me that encompassed my entire body and soul, something that filled me up and gave me such confidence that nothing could have broken me afterwards. After that moment, I think I would've liked to stay on that small patch of sandy beach forever. Some people have many assumptions about what heaven must be like and I can honestly say, that heaven is where you find it and I had definitely found it in the company of my sister Jessica and on that beach. But I suppose it is true that some people also say that heaven doesn't last long and it came to an end almost when I saw a bolt of lightning arc across the sky far out in to the water and then a clap of thunder that resounded so loudly that it snapped both me and Jessica out of our dreamlike state and had us running for cover as the wind began to pick up and make the sand swirl like ghosts traveling over the sandy earth. Jessica grabbed the towel and we both made for the nearest shelter we could find, a small abandoned snack shop that was painted in bright blue and red colors and just before we reached it, a bolt of lightning impacted a few miles down the beach from where we were and there came a deafening clap of thunder behind us and then the rain came down in thick drops and then seconds later, sheets. But the sand that was blowing in to our eyes from the hard wind and the soaking from the rain hadn't dampened our moods, because when we were finally underneath the snack shop's roof, we were laughing. Everything that was wet clung to our bodies uncomfortably and water drops were still running down our individual faces when we kissed and we could both taste the enhanced saltiness of our skin and the almost pure rain water in our mouths. Jessica smiled at me when we broke off our kiss and I reached a solitary hand up to her cheek and stroked back a piece of wet hair that was clinging to her face. She brought her hand up and held it against her, savoring the roughness of my skin and closed her eyes and exhaled softly. I knew that this was the moment I'd been waiting for and dreaming of ever since I'd gone to the jeweler before our trip. Everything seemed to be perfect and I felt if I'd dallied any longer, the moment would be gone forever and I would miss my one opportunity to tell Jessica that I loved her. "I have something for you." I said suddenly and she turned to look at me with her deep brown eyes with such intensity, that my heart leapt in my chest and my stomach fluttered violently. At that moment, I thought the worst. I'd wondered before how she would take it, whether or not she would refuse the symbol I'd gotten only for her to show her how much she meant to me. But, in the end, love wins over everything and all doubts left me as soon as I brought the small back box out of the pocket of my bathing suit. For some reason, I'd put it in before leaving the hotel, unknowing that the moment would come from a simple trip to the beach, but somehow feeling that something was amiss and decided to take it, risking it getting wet or getting lost. I looked at her and brought the little black box up to eye level and opened it, revealing the thing I'd spent most of my money on before our trip. It wasn't the money that mattered to me, or even her, it was the symbol it personified. The ring was in the shape of a circle to symbolize everlasting love for a partner. "It's a promise ring." I explained and took it gently from its pocket in the box. I held it out and just as I did, the rain seemed to lessen just enough to let a break in the clouds that made the ring light up when the sun shone down on us. "I would've given you an engagement ring, but as you know, I do not have a lot of money..." I told her and smirked, letting her know that if I could've gotten her a better looking ring, I would've. But like I'd said before, it wouldn't have mattered if I'd spent a million dollars on a ring or just one, it was what it meant that was of the greatest importance to us. But I sought to explain just one more thing that I hoped she'd understand. "It would've been considered wrong in the eyes of society, so it is a promise ring...promising I will be with you always...no matter what." Jessica seemed to be in the most amusing state of shock and didn't reply at first, nor did she lift her hand up to accept it and I began to grow nervous that she didn't want it, but when I asked her, "Do you accept it?" She nodded and looked on the verge of dispelling tears not of sadness, but of joy. "I...I...of course!" She said seconds afterwards, accepting my ring and my everlasting love for her. I put the ring on the first finger she gave me, and not really knowing any differently at the time, I put it over her ring finger and it slipped on perfectly and smoothly like it'd been made of glass. She embraced me and I embraced her back and kissed her. She meant the world to me and now that I was no longer scared or nervous about how she really felt about me, I couldn't stop the largest smile in my life from spreading across my face. "I guess this gives me permission to call you husband from now on." Jessica said and then closed her eyes as if she'd been embarrassed and mortified to have uttered something so stupid, but I couldn't have cared if she'd called me an idiot then. "Sure does...wife." I said in a joking voice back to ease her tensions and she grinned and playfully slapped me on my arm just as a loud ringing sound emanated from the pocket of her shorts. She answered the cell phone and a short while later, turned it off and told me that it'd been our parents and that it was time to go back. Thankfully, the rain had lessened by then and the only thing that got more wet was our shoeless feet as we made our way back to where our parents were. ---------------------------- When we got back to the hotel, Jessica thought it was a time to celebrate and I agreed. After our parents informed us that they'd be going out to eat late that night by themselves, they tromped to the elevator and went back to their room to relax and we were left down in the lobby, pretending like we were buying gifts in the hotel gift shop for our friends. When our parents were gone, we left the gift shop (remember, we didn't have very much money anyways) and went to the bar. At first, we asked the lone bartender, a guy who looked a few years older than us, who had slicked back hair in a pony tail and a few visible tattoos on his exposed arms, if we could have a glass of wine to celebrate, but since we were underage, he refused and said our only 'legal' choices were soda, juice, or water. But I had an inkling about what he wanted and while Jessica's back was turned towards the door of the bar where she was watching an exhausted couple walk in with two young children in tow, I pulled out my last rain soaked twenty and handed it to the bartender. He squinted at me and I'd assumed that was what he'd wanted, like I'd seen all the people on television do when they wanted to get in to a prestigious club or have an illegal beer, and then he turned and left. I was worried that he was going to tell the hotel manager on us or call the police for trying to bribe him and then we'd get in trouble with our parents...to which I promised I'd take the entire blame and suffer any consequences they had to give, but to my surprise, he came back with two bottles of strawberry and kiwi wine coolers and set them on the bar in front of us. But before he let us take them, he put both hands on the tops and made us swear on two conditions. One, that we would never leave our rooms while drinking them and two, if anyone asked where we'd gotten them, we would say we'd bought them somewhere else and never tell it was him. Both Jessica and I listened and readily agreed to the conditions and he let them go, telling us to hide them underneath the towel we were still carrying from our trip to the beach until we got back to our room. "Jeez, I wasn't sure he was going to even give us these." I said and took my bottle of wine cooler out of the towel and looked at it as soon as the elevator doors closed. "How'd you even get these? Thought he wasn't even going to let us have them." Jessica asked curiously. I never told her about bribing the bartender because she would've said it wouldn't have been worth it and she would settled for a simple soda, but since we'd gotten somewhat what we'd requested, she didn't inquire any more. "I'm a good con man." I told her with a sly grin as we stepped out of the elevator and on to our floor. I got a couple of glasses from the bathroom and put them on the glass table that was in the corner and began to pour mine in to the glass when I remembered the ice. "Ice?" I asked Jessica, who nodded enthusiastically. "Sure!" She said in a voice filled with vivacity and excitement. We felt like adults having wine coolers to drink. I smiled and went over to the ice bucket that had been unused since we'd gotten there and I'd assumed that the maids refilled the ice bucket like the nurses in the hospital did, whether you used it or not, but when I took the lid off, I saw that it was completely empty. "Darn, we're out...I guess I'll have to go get some." I said and regretfully shook my head. "All right, but hurry back!" I had every intention of doing just that as I strolled out the door towards the ice machine on our floor. I'd seen it plenty of times before and knew it was down the hall to the left of the elevator, next to the snack machines and payphone. I stepped inside the warm room that I thought would've been colder, but the ice machine was humming and pumping out warm air, as was the snack machine so it made the room feel stuffy. I flipped open the faux wooden door in front of the ice machine and saw thousands of cubes of glistening ice and grabbed the plastic scoop to shovel it in to the bucket. Whew, what a work out. The ice was so cold that it had fused together in large chunks that wouldn't fit in the bucket I was holding unless I broke them, so I went to work, smashing the ice with the end of the scoop's handle. Finally, I saw enough small pieces to fill the ice bucket and switched hands with the ice scoop and ice bucket and pushed it through the ice mounds and shoveled it in my bucket. The ice was almost to the top and I was so overly excited that I was going to be back with Jessica in minutes that the pain surprised me. It was like a bolt of fire shooting through my head, just behind my left eye. The pain was so powerful that I dropped the ice bucket on the ground next to the ice machine, spilling all of my freshly gathered ice on to the carpeted floor below. "Ah!" I winced, gritted my teeth and grabbed on to the lid of the ice machine for support. I had never felt such sharp pain in my head before and I had to stand still from fear of tripping over something around me and falling, but just as soon as it had come, it had gone. "Son of a—." I mumbled and tried to massage the place where I thought the pain had come from. Then I looked down and saw the ice all over the floor that I'd dropped. I muttered a few curses and saw that it was beyond saving since it was encrusted with dirt, dust and someone's hair that had been on the carpet before so I left it and decided to go down to the bar and ask for some ice there since I knew the bartender always had loose ice. When I reached the lobby, I felt another bolt of pain and I went to the closest thing in front of me for support, which was the concierge's desk. "Can I help you, sir?" A woman dressed in a black suit asked me. "I—." My voice caught and the pain released me. "Can I have a pen and paper?" I asked. It was the first and only thing that came to my mind and I didn't want them to know I was hurting so they wouldn't call the ambulance, leaving Jessica in our room all alone, not knowing where I was. "Yes, sir." She reached on the desk under the counter and gave it to me and I went over to a cushy large chair a few feet away. I could feel that something going on, something serious, but I hoped and prayed that it wasn't what I'd feared. But if it was, I had to do something. I surmised that there was something I was supposed to write, but I had no earthly idea what or even how to say what I wanted. I tried to think but the pain came back again. "Are you okay, mister?" After the last shot of pain, I looked up and saw a little blond girl who looked to be around seven or eight years old, staring at me. She had a little pink dress on with a white collar and little black shoes on her feet. "Yeah—yeah, I'm okay." I replied and mustered a generous, but somewhat false smile. "Okay." She said hurriedly and then disappeared, probably with her parents. When she was gone, I leaned my head back in the chair, breathing fairly hard for the condition I appeared to be in. I felt almost sick with fear and despair. This wasn't supposed to happen right now, not at this moment, it was supposed to be later, not after all of the good things that had happened in the last few months. The last few months... Six months, the doctor's words echoed in my mind, six months. I groaned and wanted to hit myself for my stupidity in not understanding that time had gone by so quickly. My time was coming...very soon; I could feel it in my body and in my heart. I felt absolutely terrible, like I'd lied to ten million people about my health when the only three people I'd be deceiving and lying to were my parents and Jessica. Jessica. "Oh, God." I whispered and picked my head up, trying not to show the tears that were glistening in my eyes, ready to fall. She would never forgive me for leaving her. But...if I could get a message to her...maybe it would break it to her more gently. But I didn't know what to write. I was lost. Afraid and scared. And alone. I looked around, hoping not to draw attention with my display's of obvious pain, but all of the people in the lobby seemed unaware of my presence, and not one person looked at me as they passed and milled around the check-in counter. The only person who'd asked if I'd been okay had been the little blond girl. The people moved dreamily around the lobby's faux marble floor, lugging their suitcases, laughing, talking and conversing...almost like I was invisible. I saw two people pass who had their arms clasped around each other. The guy held the girl close and very tight, so tightly that it hindered her from walking and she told him quietly to control himself. She might not have wanted anyone else to hear her, but I did. That was what I wanted then, just to be with Jessica and have her in my arms so I could stop her from walking away from me and leaving me. All of a sudden, the man let the girl go, and they moved across the lobby's floor quickly and when they passed me, I saw a vase of wildflowers across the lobby. They weren't the same ones we had at home, but I suddenly got a flurry of ideas and began to write. I wrote honestly and surely as it came flowing out from my heart and I wanted to make sure that Jessica would receive the message clearly and within no time, with my hand cramping and one last burst of pain in my head, I finished the letter and went back to the concierge's desk, addressed it but then stopped. How was Jessica supposed to get the letter later? They'd give her the letter the next day, but maybe...I gave the concierge explicit instructions and told them not to send my letter for a couple of days, when we'd be back home. I still felt terrible, but thought the letter had come out okay, even though I would've rather told everything to Jessica with her next to me, but I figured the letter would be a kind of insurance in case something happened to me between now and a couple of days. I then went to the bartender once again, and with another glare, the guy filled up the ice bucket and I hurried back to my room where Jessica was. When I got to our floor, I looked in the gleaming brass and saw my reflection on the elevator panel button near the door and made sure I looked okay. I did, but a little exhausted...mostly due to the pain I'd gone through and running from the lobby to the bar and back to the elevator. I quickly walked down the hallway to our room and pushed in our room key card and turned the handle and pushed the door open. BONK! "Ow!" I heard a familiar female voice say. I quickly went in the room and shut the door. Jessica was laying on the floor near the door and holding a spot on her head where the door had hit her. "Oh, I'm so sorry!" I said and put down the bucket full of ice on the floor and bent down and kissed her on her sore spot, trying to make her pain go away. "Sorry it took so long...the ice machine on our floor was broken, I went to find a janitor so that he could fix it but I went to another and it was broken too, all of them were broken on every floor, never seen anything like it." Jessica smiled a little, but then rubbed the bump on her head that I'd caused. "I finally went down to the bar and had to get the bartender to give me some ice...then I hurried back as soon as I could...as you can see." I smiled and rubbed her head gently. I'd smiled, but I really felt terrible because I'd lied to Jessica, even though it made no difference in our relationship, it was still a lie and made me feel awful. "C'mon, let's lay on the bed." I helped her up and led her to one of the beds, even though I had the overwhelming urge to pick her up in my arms and tell her everything that I was afraid of and to reassure her that I'd never leave her, but I didn't know what was going to happen...I wasn't even sure that what I thought was going to happen, was actually going to happen. But if there was one thing I wanted, it was to show her that I loved her so much, but I was unsure if she'd even be in the mood, still I sought to try. "I have an idea on how to get rid of the pain if you want me to." I said, smiling at her cunningly, knowing she knew what I meant by my suggestion. Even though her head probably hurt a lot after being hit by the door, she nodded eagerly. I got her to lie back on the bed and relax and then went to get my silk shirt from my suitcase. I wanted her to forget about her pain and I'd remembered hearing Estella talking about the best treatment for a headache was to cover the eyes and put ice on it, but I also had my own ideas on how to relieve her head pain. I tied the silken fabric's arms around her head, making sure I'd covered her eyes completely and that she was unable to see what I wanted to do. She seemed apprehensive and even a little anxious, but I told her to relax and to trust me and she lay back, waiting for me. I grabbed the ice bucket that was finally full and took out a cube of ice and walked over to her and crawled on to the bed next to her. When I touched the ice cube to her skin, I saw the area where the ice touched, break out in goosebumps and her breath seemed to catch and then release like a short gasp of surprise. I lingered on the area just between the bottom of her throat and soft space between the start of the sternum and then began to let my fingers drift slowly down the valley in between her breasts and hesitated briefly to unbutton her shirt, slowly and sensuously and then opened it fully and ran the ice cube back up the valley between her breasts and back up her throat, over her chin and to her mouth, letting the smooth, slightly glistening ice coat her lips with cool liquid. Her tongue thrust out of her mouth suddenly, bending towards the top of her lip where the ice was and licked the cool water from her skin and I let her suckle on it for just a moment, hearing a small moan emit from her mouth. Et Sidste Kys: The Last Kiss Ch. 03 Then I went up her nose, making her laugh a little and mutter something about it tickling her and then up to the sore spot on her head that I'd caused and traveled around the outside of it to make sure she could feel it. I went back down to her chest and using only two fingers, let the ice run around the sides of her breasts at first and then went on to the nipples, making them become hard and erect within seconds. I could feel her breasts pulse just like my cock did when it was aroused, but hers was so slight that I would've never thought it could happen in a girl, but I could feel the goosebumps and slight shivers course through her skin, meeting and stopping at the point where the ice cube was. But I couldn't stay in just one place and went down further, sliding the ice down the middle of her abdomen, and then for some reason, tried to write my name in ice, but it took too long and I wanted desperately to go further, down to her pussy. I slipped the ice, or what was left of it since it was rapidly melting in to nothing from the heat of her passionately inflamed skin, in to my hand and used my other to take off her shorts and panties. She helped a little, reaching her hands down for a moment to push them down, but I only waited for them to get down far enough to allow me to touch her pussy and just as the ice contacted her skin again, this time, just above her pussy where hair would've normally grown, she gasped deeply and tensed, but then relaxed. I pushed what was left of the ice, which was no more than a chip that was a few centimeter's long, around her pussy mound, instantly smelling the powerful arousal that I was creating for her. She was just so hot that the ice was gone and I was left with water that was swiftly sinking in to her skin. All of a sudden, her hands shot up and she yanked off the silk shirt that had been covering her eyes and grabbed for my waist, undoing my belt and pulling off my boxer shorts and pants all at the same time. "Oh, fuck me now!" She cried out. I hurriedly stepped out of my pants and left them on the floor and bent forward, but I was too slow for what she wanted. She yanked me down strongly on to the bed and normally, Jessica was modest and gentle and liked to wait for me to initiate the sex, but this time was much different! She grabbed my hard cock and lined it up with her hot opening and sunk her body down, not waiting for her pussy to adjust and began to ride me, lifting and then slamming her body down so fast that I was stuck in a state of amazement and shock. Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap! Our skin smacked each other's with alarming intensity. It didn't hurt, but it felt weird feeling her skin rubbing against mine at such a fast pace. The bed was shaking and I wondered for a moment if we were to break the bed, whether or not we would have to pay for it... "Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah!" I was in absolute heaven, my dick was swollen and on fire with friction caused by her pussy sinking and then rising on me so fast. I'd used my hand to masturbate quickly before when I was really aroused, but this was...this was even faster, her pussy almost felt like a machine, seemingly incapable of the speed she was fucking me at. "Slow—slow—slow!" I cried out, wishing the fucking would slow down so she wouldn't think I was one of those one-minute kind of guys, but no matter what I seemed to say, she seemed lost in a world alone and fucked me mercifully. When I felt the orgasm coming, I won't lie, it actually hurt...but it was a good kind of hurt. I felt something I'd never felt before, like everything inside my hips was on fire and painfully trying to explode out of me. "Oh, God!" I shouted out and thrust my head to the right and sat up, pulled my cock out of her and shot stream after stream of warm cum on her body. It was incontestably the most strongest orgasm I'd ever had ever in my life, even the first time I'd came when I'd touched myself when I was eleven years old, it had no basis on this one. My first shot of cum fired much further than normal and the one long squirt hit her breasts, making her coo and gasp in pleasure. I felt so stimulated and exhausted at the same time, my cock continued to pulse and jump as I fell back on to the bed behind me, still wanting to cum but knew that nothing was left after the explosive climax. Jessica fell down next to me on my left side in a similar fashion, panting and gasping for breath and grinning from exhilaration. I put my arms around her from behind and embraced her tight, kissing the back of her neck and smiling when I felt my hot breath reflect back at my own face from breathing so hard. I was so satisfied that I fell asleep with an unconcerned smile on my face. (Continued on to part 4) Et Sidste Kys: The Last Kiss Ch. 04 I awoke a few hours later with a start. I looked around in the darkened room and then bolted upright. My head felt like someone had hit it with a sledgehammer. It pounded and throbbed with hidden shock waves of pain. But then it ceased for a moment, leaving me breathing raggedly and closing my eyes. This pain was much worse than before; it was stronger, sharper and so excruciating that I felt weak from just the attack. Maybe an aspirin, I thought quickly, it'd stop it...please God, please let it stop it. I clambered out of the bed and just as my feet hit the floor, another burst of pain hit me and I crumpled down to the carpeted floor, rolled over on to my side and grunted. My hands clasped over my left eye and I pressed forcefully on my eyeball, hoping it would somehow stop it, but it did nothing to help. I made a pitiful whining sound, clenching my teeth together tightly to prevent myself from crying out since I knew Jessica was still asleep in the bed above where I lay on the floor. I didn't want her to see me in pain. I didn't want her to become scared and cry. I didn't want to see any of the pain I was experiencing in her face. The pain ebbed away a few seconds later and it allowed me to stand on my knees and then my feet. I had to go somewhere...but I didn't know where. My parents. My parents would help me...call an ambulance...get me to a hospital...get me help. I knew Jessica would've helped me and everything, but I didn't want her to know...didn't want her to see me... "God...please don't..." I said in a weak whisper and started for the door. All of a sudden, a heard the scratch of sheets and the uncomfortable hotel bed comforter become disturbed and then a soft, familiar voice made me stop in my crusade to the door. "Where are you going?" Jessica was looking at me, I could feel it and I pressed my teeth in to my lips and turned back to her, trying to give her a normal look, trying to tell her that nothing was wrong... I walked back to her side of the bed, bent down and kissed her on her forehead, trying to keep her blissfully unaware and not trouble her with my excruciating pain I would be experiencing any moment once again. "I'm just going to..." What was I doing? I had to think of a lie, and fast. "Get some water...I'll be back soon." It was the only thing that entered my mind and the only thing I could think of, so I just told her that. I smiled down at her and she seemed to accept my reason for leaving and mumbled a sleepy okay and pulled the sheets and comforter over her body to keep herself warm so she could sleep soundly. "I love you." She said just before she drifted off. At those words, I felt a sharp pang in my stomach and heart...I'd lied to her again. It was at that moment that I almost broke down...but I remembered I had to be strong...she couldn't see me...she wasn't supposed to... "I love you, too." I answered back as I opened the door as quietly as I could, feeling tears well up in my eyes and the pain from lying to the girl that I truly loved, wrench my heart and stomach. I closed the door and took a few steps in the direction of the elevator and then collapsed in the hallway. --------------------- When I came to, I was still lying in the hallway, fixed in the fetal position. I had no idea how long I'd been lying on the floor...it could've been only a few seconds...or it could've been hours. At first I was confused, didn't remember what'd happened and why I was out in the hallway, but then I remembered my parents...and help. I pushed myself up weakly, staying on my hands and knees for at least a few minutes, feeling my head throb so loudly that I could feel the blood rushing through my ears, deafening me by the initial rushing sound inside my own head. I couldn't stay here...I had to get to the elevator down the hallway. Jessica...she couldn't find me in the hallway...she couldn't find me and see me... Thinking about Jessica finding me in the hallway made me gather my courage and reserve strength and stand on my feet and waver and pitch from side to side like a drunk stumbling down the hallway. I paused only one more time before I reached the elevator and pulled my body inside. The doors closed loudly with a clunking sound and I looked up at the elevator button panel that would deliver me from my pain. I reached out with my hand, my index finger feebly pointed out to press the button for my parent's floor, but no further than a few millimeters from the button, another fiery episode of agony hit me. This time, I screamed. I didn't hold back. I cursed. I screamed and shouted, beat my hands on the carpeted elevator floor and sobbed dismally. I'd been so close...so close...all I had to do was press a button and I couldn't even do that! "No." I said aloud. "No!" If it was going to take me, I would fight it...I'd fought it before...I'd felt the pain and suffered...and I'd beaten it back. "Stop." I pushed my hands underneath me and then tightened my muscles, elevating my body a few inches from the ground. "Stop!" "Stop..." I choked out with almost a pitiful sob, "stop." I tightened my muscles in my arms and felt my body lift from the floor...I was almost there...and I leaned on my left arm and used my right arm to reach out to press the button. It would be the hardest thing I'd ever done and I was doing it... When I felt the smooth plastic button on the elevator panel, I pushed all of my body weight in to it, and felt my finger satisfyingly sink in and a chime emit from the top of the elevator and the doors closed. I'd done it...I was going to be on my way to the hospital...I'd be helped...and Jessica wouldn't have to cry for me...I'd be okay now. I fell to the floor, letting my body sink down on to the soft carpeted floor and felt the elevator rise. Rise? My parent's room was down...down, not up. The elevator chimed once more and the doors opened and I instantly felt a gust of warm air rush over me and in to the elevator. "Oh," I groaned and picked up my head weakly and looked out of the elevator. I was on the roof. I was angry, but most of all scared and frustrated. I should've opened my eyes...I should've made sure I'd pressed the right button... I'd pressed the button next to the floor my parents were on, just a few centimeters away from salvation. I didn't have the strength to push another button...I could barely move by now. I could've stayed in the elevator...waited for someone to call it and find me, but who knew when that would be? It could've been hours, hours I knew I didn't have. Oh no, the doors are closing! I threw my hand out, stopping the door just before it closed firmly and trapped me in the little box. I couldn't stay here...in this box...my coffin. The doors slid back open. I pushed my hand down on to the concrete floor in front of the elevator and let my hand venture around the surface; searching for something I could hold on to and pull on so I could get out of the elevator. I found something finally, a empty hole that had been used to fill the pool and hooked my fingers in to it and pulled with all of my might, dragging my body out on to the cool concrete and out of the elevator. Once I had my feet clear, the elevator doors closed and the elevator car left, its leaving evident by the whining of cables as it went. Now I was alone on the roof, lying with my stomach on the concrete, struggling to fathom what to do next. I picked up my head, lifting it just enough to allow my chin support my head from falling back down. I saw a bench over by the pool that was lit with underwater lights, refracting the wavy blue water on to the ground and potted plants around it. The bench. The bench would help me move better since I be able to move my legs underneath my body and possibly walk, assuming I could get up on to it in the first place. But it was next to the pool...too close...if I slipped, I'd fall in the pool and nothing would be able to stop me from floating face down in the water and drowning slowly. I actually considered it for a split second, drowning myself, floating in the pool...anything to release me from the pain in my head. The pain had gotten even worse, this time feeling like someone had stuck in a red hot knife in to my left eye and had began to turn it. My eyes watered uncontrollably and soon my vision was hidden and clouded by my own tears. The roof of my mouth pulsed like my heart and my tongue felt thick and dry. I could barely swallow. I gasped for air, gasped for anything that would prolong the painful end to my life. I can't feel my fingers! My hands! My limbs were numbing...not hurting, but any cognitive sensitivity began to melt away. It was spreading quickly, coursing from my fingers to my hands, and then on to my shoulders and down my back... It wasn't so bad; at least my head wasn't hurting as badly now. The cool concrete felt so good against my skin...I was tired...so tired. I let my head relax and my cheek settle against the smooth concrete below me. Now I was comfortable...I closed my eyes and heard the sounds of traffic on the street below the hotel cease in to silence. ---------------------- A Hispanic maid found me the next morning. She was coming to the roof to change the wet used towels from the day before with soft, freshly laundered ones. As soon as she stepped off the elevator, she saw me lying on the ground and assumed that I'd probably just fallen asleep after a swim...or maybe I'd gotten drunk after spending a wild night with some loose girl and passed out there, so she didn't approach me right away, but went about her job quietly, not wanting to wake me until she was finished. She walked all around the pool, setting the towels in their selected stations and making sure there were a set amount in each place. When she finished, she walked towards me, bent down and said in a heavy Hispanic accent, "Sir...sir, you not sleep here." But I didn't move. "Sir—." She reached her hand out and when she felt my cold and stiff body, she instantly jumped up and covered her mouth with her hands, gasped and stepped back with a horrified look on her face. "They always find us like that." A girly voice said quietly. "Dios mio." The Hispanic woman said and made the sign of the cross on her body and hurried to the elevator, not looking at me again as the elevator doors opened and closed. "So, what...am I supposed to go with you now?" I asked and turned towards the little blond girl with the pink dress and black shoes, who was standing next to me. She'd appeared right after I'd passed on, and told me who she was...of course, I was wondering about how she might've died herself, but thought it might've been rude to inquire so I listened to her tell me what I was supposed to do and what she was supposed to do. "Not yet. I've still got someone else I have to help, but I'll be back soon." The girl said in a distracted voice. She didn't seem sad at all, as if she'd grown accustomed to dealing with things like this. "Mmmm." I mumbled and walked away and when I looked back, the little blond girl was gone again and I went to sit down somewhere and wait for her to appear again. First the hotel manager came, then a little while later, the police and then the paramedics. I was surprised seeing all of the people grouped around me...I know, right now you're thinking, how did I see all those people? Well, funny thing after you die, you're anchored to your body until your 'protector' comes to guide you, for me, that was the little blond girl, but since she had other business to attend to, I would have to wait. I was sitting on the roof's wall a little ways from the pool, watching them check my vital signs and then take out a blue body bag and set it out next to me. I felt apprehension, knowing that my parents would be notified very soon and then...Jessica. I suddenly wished I'd gone somewhere else to die. I wished I could've just disappeared so Jessica wouldn't have to see me dead. I felt regret in my decision to leave Jessica the night before and an intense sense of anxiousness watching the elevator doors for my parents to finally come and see me lying on the ground. I jumped off my perch on the hotel roof's wall and walked slowly over to where the police officers and medical personnel were gathered and talking about some other case they'd been on a few night ago instead of me. I saw my dead body through the crack of living bodies and thought I looked okay...I didn't look like I was in pain, nor did I look like I'd been scared...just sleepy. I was certainly glad I hadn't chosen to drown myself in the pool since that would've left my body all bloated, distended and weird looking. Least I could identify myself easily, even though my skin was waxy and pale and looked as white as a piece of parchment, but other than that...everything was—. "Where is he? Where's my son?" I saw my father asking the police officer closest to the elevator and then being led to where I was lying. He stopped in front of my body, looked at it and then stooped down in front of it. He said nothing but shook his head, shaking tears from his eyes that I saw hit the ground next to him. Seeing him sad made me sad. I wanted to show him that I was okay, that nothing was wrong... "Are you going to be okay, sir?" I blonde haired officer asked and put his hand on my father's shoulder. Feeling the officer's hand on his shoulder made him break out in to a pained sob, he covered his face with his hands, gasping and sobbing. The police officers that had been discussing the unrelated case with the paramedics drifted away, back towards the elevator, to give my father some privacy. I wanted to cry just like him because he couldn't see me, couldn't feel me. But I was there. I could see him and his pain... "Don't cry, Dad...I'm okay." I said and felt my throat begin to itch...a symptom of when I was about to cry back when I was still alive. "If you'd like, sir, I can give you a reference for a crisis counselor..." The blond police officer said quietly, stroking my father's back slowly, trying to comfort him. But my father never responded and began to rock and forth, crying in to his hands. I'd never seen my father like this. He'd always portrayed a strong persona, never cried, never even shed a tear in all the time I'd known him for. But here he was now, weeping and crying for me, his only son. I couldn't take much more of seeing him cry, it was scary for me, scarier than when I'd first realized I'd died. I didn't want to see my body anymore, lying facedown on the concrete and stiff. I didn't want to see my father crying, grieving for the only son he'd ever had. I turned away and tried to block out the sound of my father's sobbing, but it penetrated everything inside of me, down to my very soul. I gritted my teeth in anger and frustration and screamed as loud and as long as I could, but no one heard me except me. I ran over to the wall of the roof and kicked it and beat is as much as I could, screaming and wanting to cry and break down just like my father had, but I couldn't, something was stopping me. It was trying to comfort me but I ignored it, I ignored everything I saw, felt, and heard...until I heard a door slam open. I knew who it was at once and turned in the direction the sound had come from. Jessica. I suddenly felt what she felt, confusion. She stood still, staring at the blue body bag that the paramedics had just set me in...I could see it in her eyes that she didn't believe it was me. Our father saw her and wiped his tears, his face was smudged and it was defiantly obvious that he'd been crying, but he went to her and said something...what it was, I didn't hear but the blond police officer that had tried to comfort our father told her something as well. All of a sudden, our father yelled out for someone to help them. I couldn't see through the rush of police officers and paramedics, but when they finally cleared, I saw that Jessica was gone. I didn't feel anything then. There wasn't anymore sadness, anymore fear, anymore regret, and anymore confusion...just nothing. I felt empty inside, like I'd swallowed a four-pound brick and it was in my stomach. I went over to a place by the roof's wall, sat down and crossed my arms on top on my knees and rested my forehead. I didn't know what was going on and worst of all, I didn't know what was happening to Jessica. I knew nothing. It was at that moment that two solitary tears rolled down my cheek. I felt them run off and saw them make two even-numbered star prints on the concrete below me and then I felt a small hand on my arm. It went down and embraced my own hand firmly and then I felt myself being drawn upwards, being carried by an unseen force, up and up I went, past the hotel roof...past the tallest skyliners of the city...past the known heavens... ----------------------- After I got over the initial passing of my former self, I began to hear the thoughts of my loved ones and friends...they all said that I was a great guy and all that stuff, but the only one person I never heard was Jessica. But that was the way it was supposed to be. The thoughts of the ones we love most aren't supposed to be heard, because they're already known. I didn't need affirmation that she loved me back when I was still alive because I already knew she did...a soul doesn't need the attestation of love, only the conscious body does. Even though I didn't hear her thoughts of how much she loved me in real life, I was still with her. I stayed with her...made sure she was safe and that nothing bad happened to her. Watched over and protected her. And she knew it, she knew it like I told her in my own voice, even though she couldn't see me...she felt me. Time eventually progressed and Jessica finally met someone. I wasn't jealous if that's what you're thinking, more happy than anything actually, because it meant that she didn't dwell on my death for a long while like others I'd heard of. I was at her wedding, in the back row accompanied by our grandparents that had passed away a few months before we were born as well as our great-great grandfather, who reminded me a lot like our father. We all waited patiently for Jessica to walk down the aisle in her wedding dress and when she did, she...she was...I can't even describe how beautiful she looked, almost like the guardians of heaven...maybe even more beautiful than them. When Jessica walked by, I smelled that one scent I'd come to know intimately...it still made me as dizzy as it had when we'd been together. But I saw her smile...and I could tell she was happy, which was what I truly wanted. I glanced around and saw our parents in the front row and I remembered the scene earlier when our father wanted to lead Jessica down the aisle, but she didn't want him to...it was a respectful request and our father complied...albeit, he did look slightly put off. Our mother held him by his shoulder so he wouldn't jump up suddenly and grab her by her arm to lead her down the aisle, but he insisted he was fine with her decision but our mother kept her hand on just in case. I did feel some sadness seeing her marry Rick, but I knew what the future would hold and didn't worry about it too much... After the ceremony, our great-great grandfather and grandparents left, and I stayed for the reception. Kaliegh was there and I just couldn't help but make her dress 'unexpectedly' rise when she was in front of our male cousins. But after all the ceremonies and the dancing started, I saw Jessica sitting at the table all alone with her hand under her chin, looking out at the dance floor where Rick was busy bustin' a move like an awkward white guy would, with his aunt. I went over to her, feeling somewhat nervous, hearing the music playing and remembering the one dance that had brought us together in the first place. Et Sidste Kys: The Last Kiss Ch. 04 Gosh, she looked so pretty up close and I felt my heart flutter. She was still looking out at the dance floor when her gaze suddenly drifted in to my direction...I stood stock-still, lost in her brown eyes...and she smiled for no reason that I could determine, she smiled. -------------------------- "You're looking a lot better today, Jessica." I watched the nurse that had to be a fourth of Jessica's old age, move a half-eaten bowl of soup away from the wheeled tray. "You want to go outside today?" "To the beach?" Jessica inquired in a scratchy old person kind of voice. She'd lost quite a lot of her original black hair color with age, it'd been replaced with gray and white, and her face was wrinkled and saggy, but I still found her resoundingly beautiful every time I saw her. "Oh, I'm sorry but you've got to wait until you feel better to go." The nurse told her in a nonchalant tone. Jessica had been asking to go to the beach for at least a week so far, but she needed to recuperate and get stronger before she could go after her bout with pneumonia a month or so ago. "Maybe out in to the yard though later on..." "Okay." Jessica replied in a dejected voice. "Oh, look who's here! It's your son!" "Hi, mom." I saw her one and only son, Michael, walk through the doorway and bend over to kiss Jessica on her forehead. "Hi, Michael..." She said and kissed him back. "I brought you some flowers today...right from the yard, just how you like them." "Oh, thank you." Michael left for a moment to retrieve a vase to put the flowers in and while he was gone, I saw her hand come up feebly and take out one flower that I recognized. She sniffed it and smiled and then put it behind her ear. She did that every time Michael picked flowers for her and when Michael inquired as to why she did it; she told him it made her feel beautiful. "Hey, mom, I found this old picture of you and Rick at your wedding." Michael set the vase on the table that her half-eaten bowl of soup was on and took out a photo that showed her and her late husband Rick and handed it to her. "How about that?" "Oh, that was such a long time ago!" Jessica said and laughed a little when she looked at it. "Not that long ago..." Michael said as he pulled a chair up to the side of her bed. Michael still wasn't completely over his father's death even though it'd been years ago...a heart attack when he was seventy-three years old...tragic, but I saw it coming. I saw many things coming, one of the perks of being a protector. I'd been made Jessica's family protector just a little while after I left the known world. But the job of a protector can only be given, not requested. They made me protector because of my deep will to want to protect Jessica beyond my life. And what comes from Jessica, is my obligation to protect as well. I'd saved her son, Michael, several times from tragedy. There was one time where he was about eight and riding his bike down a steep hill...he liked the steep hill because he could stop pedaling and feel the wind whip through his hair, but anyways, one day, the brakes on his bike failed, just as a large semi was beginning to turn the corner to where Michael was riding his bike. I'd foreseen everything and knew just the right moment to make him hit a rock and send him sprawling in to the soft grassy side of the roadway and make sure that the only injury suffered was that of a skinned knee and cheek...his bike wasn't as lucky though. But the entire incident had landed him in television and he really enjoyed talking in to the camera. The semi's truck driver even felt bad for running over his bike so he bought him a brand new one. The other few were involving motor vehicles and one with a bank robbery...made him take a different route other than the one he wanted that time, and I'd even saved Rick once on a construction job. Jessica, for some reason, didn't need my saving. She wasn't reckless, but she also wasn't very careful...she was just extremely lucky as some people are. Michael stayed for a few hours, talking about his job and some about Rick and how much he missed him. Jessica told him she missed him too, but I could tell she was holding something back as she always had after I'd died. I never knew why she did but I had a feeling it was because she didn't want to tarnish our own memories of being together, even though in her mind, I knew that it felt so very long ago. Michael left finally and the nurse went home for the night, which left Jessica all alone in her house. It was actually the same one that we'd grown up in and I was sure that it held many memories for her that she was unable to let go...she bought it from our parents just before they passed away and stayed there to live with Rick and raise Michael. "Oh gosh." Jessica groaned out as she tried to move the chair that Michael had thoughtlessly left behind next to her bed. "I'm getting too old..." I chuckled a little and guided her gently, making sure she wouldn't fall over and she set the chair back over in the corner out of the way and then went back to her bed. She exhaled strongly on lying back down...she just wasn't as young as she used to be...but it rarely slowed her down from tending her garden of flowers out in the yard...she used to spend hours out there with them, pruning and sculpting the soil in just a way that it made every flower grateful that she was taking care of them. But she rarely took from the garden, except for special occasions and every time she came to visit me. She kept it so nearly immaculate that it seemed a shame that it would probably all go to weeds once she moved on. Speaking of moving on, as a protector, you have a special clock that tells you when a person's time has run out. I know it sounds evil, but imagine if you could pinpoint the exact time you were going to die, down to the last minute and second...I really could've used it when I'd passed away, least then I wouldn't have gone so slowly in doing things. Jessica's time was drawing near, which was why I was with her now. I was excited for her to finally be able to see me after so long of having to go on nothing but pictures of our past. And since I was her protector, she would be able to see me briefly for a few minutes before she passed...just to know what was waiting for her...it'd been the same with the little blond girl in the pink dress, except she'd appeared much earlier because of the painful severity of my death. I already knew what she was to die of, heart failure, all that pneumonia had made her heart too weak and it was already struggling enough as it were. Just a side effect of growing old. But it would be an absolutely painless passing, unlike mine had been. All I had to do was wait. >>>Ten minutes It was dark outside and Jessica was sleeping soundly, I was by her bed watching the clock expectantly. All of a sudden, I heard a crashing sound. "Mom?" Michael had showed up for some reason. I stood up and saw him run inside her room. "Mom." "Michael? What're you doing here?" Jessica asked after being awoken. "I—I don't know why, but I don't feel right." "Oh, why not? I'm okay." Jessica answered. "I feel fine..." "I know, Mom, but it's just a feeling." Michael said and bent over to hold his mother's hand. >>>Eight minutes. I could see her soul's aura beginning to glow faintly, beginning to signal the eventual end. "Oh, come here." Jessica said and embraced her son to her shoulder. "You've nothing to worry about..." "Yeah, maybe I just felt bad from something I ate..." Michael said and moved back after Jessica finished embracing him. "Michael, can you go get me a drink of water? My mouth is feeling a bit dry..." "Sure, Mom...I'll be back." He rose and left the room. "Thank you, Michael." Jessica said quietly in a sleepy voice. >>>Seven minutes. Jessica laid back and exhaled quietly. I knew what she was thinking; that Michael was scared because of her recent trial of pneumonia...it hadn't been the first time he thought something was wrong. But she never blamed him. It meant he cared about her. He cared about her so much that he'd hired the nurse so she wouldn't have to leave the home she loved and live in a soul-sucking nursing home. >>>Four minutes. Her soul's aura was growing brighter and brighter with each second that passed. Any minute now she would see me. Michael came back with a glass of water and Jessica told him to set it on the table and wheel it over to her so she could drink it and not dribble water over her clothes. He complied and wheeled the small table over to her and then stood beside her bed. "Ben?" All of a sudden, my attention snapped rapt in Jessica's direction. "Ben." "Who's Ben?" Michael asked, oblivious of what his mother saw. "What are you doing here?" She asked in a curious voice. "I'm here for you." I replied and smirked. It'd been so long since she'd seen me. "Me?" She asked. I nodded. "Mom, what's going on? Do you feel okay? Do you want me to call an ambulance for you?" Michael was hurriedly looking over his mother, trying to see what was wrong with her. >>>Three minutes. "What for?" Jessica inquired and smiled when I smiled. "It's your time." "Already? How time flies." "Mom, what's going on? Please tell me..." Michael was now fearful, afraid and unsure of what was happening. "Just a minute...I have to tell him." Jessica said, making it obvious that she meant her son, who was now clasping a corner of her bedclothes to him, believing that his mother had gone off the deep end. "Michael." He didn't seem to hear her at first. "Michael, look at me." He finally looked up at her, tears in his eyes and a truly worried look on his face. "It's my time. My brother—Ben—he's here for me." "Mom, you're just seeing things. Your brother died when you were eighteen...he's gone—." Michael tried to tell her that she was hallucinating...seeing figments of her imagination...things that weren't there. "No, Michael...I know he's here because I can see him." >>>Two minutes. "The why can't I see him?" Michael asked. Jessica looked back over at me, pleading with me to give her an answer so she could prove that I was there...but I didn't have any answers so I just shook my head. The rules were complicated, however there were exceptions...some children could see their protectors when they were very young, but they would not understand or recognize the person later on in life and forget completely about them...but Michael was way past that age. I never intended for Michael to show up in the last few minutes of his mother's life, but now that he was here, it would be up to Jessica to explain it to him. "I can't tell you why not...but he's here...on my left side." Michael looked dead at me and sniffled like a child, even though he was a grown man. He'd always loved his mother. "Tell him he can't take you...you're not supposed to go yet." Michael said and tried to glare at me through his teardrops. "Oh, Michael." Jessica picked up her hand and stroked his chin, much like she used to do when he was a child and sad. "I don't want you to worry about me. I love you so much and always will, no matter what." "Mommy." Michael said in a voice reminiscent of his childhood. He lowered his head and wept in to her bed while Jessica stroked her hand on the back of his head, trying to ease his sorrow. >>>One minute. Her soul's aura glowed brighter than the sun on a cloudless day, she was becoming detached, and soon she would be just like me. "Ben, I'm scared." Jessica said suddenly in almost a whisper. "Don't be." I told her, giving her a smile, trying to tell her that she had nothing to fear about death. She would not believe what awaited her in the next life...it was paradise beyond paradise...a place full of infinite possibilities. "What's going to happen to me?" She asked in a croaking voice that was barely audible. "It's a secret." I said and put out my hand for her to take. "Mommy...please." Michael begged and let out a loud gasp and continued sobbing at the side of his mother's bed. >>>TIME Jessica's breathing quieted. Her chest stopped in mid-rise. Her heart finished its last beat and fell silent and her muscles relaxed. Jessica had departed. "I thought you'd never come." Jessica said in a quiet voice, still looking at Michael who was weeping and clutching his mother's bed. "I could never leave you..." I answered after a moment of silence. Now I could tell her the real reason why I'd left her that one night in the hotel... "You never did." She replied and smiled at me, warming my heart...even though it'd long been gone. "Do you think he'll be okay?" Jessica asked, looking at Michael again. "Oh yes...he'll understand with time." I said. I already knew he'd be sad over his mother's passing, but the daughter of one of her old friends would comfort him at the funeral and eventually, he would spend more time with this woman who would comfort him and soon they'd be getting married... "Ready?" I asked and looked at her beside me. She gave one last look at Michael and nodded. I took her hand in to mine and we began to rise together... ---------------------- "Jason, why do you always choose those flowers?" A young girl around the age of seven with sandy blond hair asked her brother as he proceeded to pull a flower from its stem. Her brother always kind of seemed odd to her, for the fact that he always chose the one type of flower, even though there were several other types growing in the yard around them. He just chose the same type every time...and gave it to her, like she was supposed to know what to do with it. "Jason?" She asked again, catching his attention after he'd finished smelling it. He smiled at her and gave her a sort of longing look, as if he was deeply in love with her, and yet, too young to understand the emotions he felt, but that he somehow knew... "Because—," he said finally and began to lean towards her slightly. She felt strange about him a little now. From her earliest memories, she could remember going to his room when the big rainstorms came, just so she could lie in his bed with him and be comforted and somehow relieved that he would always protect her after he would put his arm around her. She never felt scared when she was with him, like she knew something very private about his life, but that it was something that he'd never told her before. She did her fair share of reciprocating in a way that she felt she'd done so many times before and would ask if he would kiss her on her cheek softly every once in a while. It was sort of urge that built up unknowingly until she finally understood it and asked for it, but before that, he never forced himself on her...never asked to kiss her...but always looked at her as if she was something to behold and worship. He would kiss her though in the way she liked to be and it was then that she'd noticed, whenever he hugged her to him, he always breathed in the aroma from the back of her neck and nuzzled it for a brief moment, making her close her eyes, not from shame, but from an curious warm feeling she received when he did so. Jason also wasn't like other boys his age. When she kissed him back, he would smile sweetly at her...and not try to wipe the kiss away like little boys usually did. He let it stay, as if it were a mark of something special, a memory of something far gone perhaps... She didn't pull back as he pushed the flower behind her ear and adjusted her soft sandy brown hair so that it would hold in place, "—that's why." Beverly was beginning to feel the same weird warm feeling in her chest again, just as a strong female voice shouted out to them from the house behind them. "Beverly! Jason! Come back in to the house!" Both children rose as one and ran back through the yard, but just before they reached the house, Jason hung back a little, watching his sister's sandy brown hair glisten in the strong spring sunshine and then grinned as his mother complimented Beverly on looking beautiful with the flower he'd chosen just for her. The compliment made her blush a little and then, just as Beverly was about to walk through the door, she glanced back at him, feeling the urge to ask him to kiss her again and smiled... The End