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Half-Way

By: Fable



"Things are not always as they seem," Nancy said, smoothing the boy's hair. She let her hand linger as she pondered if it was time to take the shears to his thick, dark locks. He had come through the door with a look of excitement on his face. His exuberance was always a joy to her, but she had cautioned him that the younger children had gone to bed and were not to be disturbed. 

"Joshua, what has happened? Why are you late?" She motioned for him to take a seat next to her. This was their quiet time together when they shared the events of the day. Her oldest child was so much like his father it scared her. He was her friend and confidant.

He had just met a man who he described as 'cool' and that was the reason for his tardiness. 

She let Joshua rave on about it, to get it out of his system. There would be time later to council. Without throwing up roadblocks she would warn him not to make too much of a first meeting. 'Men,' she thought, 'will come and go. Some could be trusted and some would do as a stand-in father but that man would be a rare find.' She did not trust her youthful son to make the selection.

Joshua explained why he was late arriving home. He had left the cafe soon after 9 p.m., which was the normal closing time. As he passed the widow Perry's house, he had seen the license plate on the truck parked in the driveway. 'New Jersey,' he thought, 'that's far away, to the east.'

The light over the garage was on, and a man was standing there by Mrs. Perry's old Buick. The man waved and Joshua walked up the drive toward him.

"You must be Joshua," the man said, extending his hand.

"You must be Harry," Joshua replied, noticing the firm hand shake and the specks of gray in the man's otherwise black hair. 

The two were almost the same height. The older man wore wire rimmed glasses, and his clean shaven face looked tanned, as if he had come from a warm claimant. There were thin lines in his cheeks that resembled dimples when he smiled. 

"I would have hung around to meet you, but Peter said that I had better get down here and get settled. He called Mrs. Perry to reserve a room for me but, she wouldn't accept that. She said it would be better for me to come along before someone else took it. That's why I didn't stick around," Harry said apologetically.

Joshua strangled a laugh. Everyone knew that the only roomers who stayed at Mrs. Perry's were the dishwashers from Pete's Cafe and they never stayed long.

"Did you get settled in okay?" Joshua inquired. He was taken by the older man's accent and the way his teeth clamped together as he smiled. They were not quite even.

"Everything's fine I think, she didn't like the idea of me having a computer and needing a telephone line. I guess she doesn't trust the Internet." He grinned.

"He has a computer and everything!" Joshua exclaimed. 

'Things are not always as they seem,' Nancy had said. She was skeptical about it. 'Why would a man from New Jersey stop in an out-of-the-way place like Mid Way and take a job washing dishes?' She shook her head in wonderment. 'And stay under the same roof with that woman?' Nancy had thought.

Joshua went on about noticing the repaired stool at the counter the minute he and Wanda had come through the door of the cafe. He spun the seat to make sure it was secure. The bare shaft protruding from the floor had been an eyesore for some time. Both Peter and Joshua had attempted to reattach the seat without success. "Who did this?" he asked. Jenny was the only one there. She told them about the new dishwasher; she seemed quite taken with the new hire. Wanda wanted a full description and Jenny filled them in, right down to the color of his eyes. Joshua praised the man he had just met for the next half hour. Besides repairing the broken stool, Harry had also unplugged a pipe to the sink that had been draining slowly for the past week. He had even swept and mopped the floor, jobs that Joshua usually did when he arrived.

"And he knows about cars, mom. Harry was changing the oil in Mrs.. Perry's car, and he started it up while I was there. He didn't like the way it sounded, he said it needed a tune up. Mrs. Perry came out the back door and asked if he was finished, then she turned out the light before he even had the time to answer!" Both mother and son laughed together, knowingly.

"Did he say how long he would be here?" Nancy asked, thinking that he would be gone as soon as he got his first pay, staying only long enough to implant strange ideas in her son's head and then disappearing without so much as a wave.

When the new man did not make his exit, Nancy began to worry. Every night, she listened to her son recount the virtues and accomplishments of his new friend. It seemed that no subject was foreign to Harry. He stayed each day to converse with Josh, but he was on friendly terms with the others as well. The waitresses were enthralled with him, even Ruth spent more time at the cafe than she had since her marriage to Peter. Harry knew the regular customers by name and always found time to exchange pleasantries.


"I'll be late tomorrow night, mom." Joshua announced one Thursday night. "Harry is going to help me with a speech I've got to do."

Nancy was dumbfounded. "You've never needed help before. I could help, what's the speech about?"

"I know, mom. But Harry knows about this stuff. He used to be a teacher, and he's going to show me how to do some research on the Internet."

They argued about it, but she finally gave in. The man was driving a wedge between Nancy and her son, and she didn't want it to worsen. "Why can't you do it on Saturday?" she asked.

"I think he's got a date, Harry's been talking with Jennie, and she's been walking on air," was the answer.

Nancy pried information about the man from her son each night and, when he was late getting home she paced the floor. It seemed that the more she learned, the more her suspicions grew. According to what she had learned, Harry had bounced from one occupation to another with each new moon. He had been a school teacher, an auto mechanic and a bar tender. He had also worked in a number of restaurants in a number of locations, and at one time had been a newspaper reporter. The underlying question was, 'why had he chosen Mid Way?' 

Perhaps it had been a mistake to return here. It had always been a safe place to bring up children but now Nancy wondered if leaving the city after her husband's death had been wise. While the surroundings and people were familiar the homecoming had been strained by an awareness that 'things are not always as they seem.' Even the old house had a different feel about it. 

"He's buying the place!" Joshua burst out as soon as he came in the door one Friday night. He was late again.

"Shush, the children," Nancy whispered, placing a finger to her lips.

But she was all ears. She patted the cushion next to her and motioned for Josh to sit there.

"Harry and Peter were in the office all afternoon. Crystal said they went in there even before the lunch crowd cleared out. I had to wash his noon dishes." 

Nancy watched her son. His eyes fermented with excitement. "How do you know he was buying the restaurant?" she asked him. "Mr. Tuttle told us," Joshua said, nodding for effect.

"Oh, I see. Mr. Tuttle would know, wouldn't he?" Nancy tried to stifle a giggle and assumed as straight a face as she could manage.

"They called him in to help with the contract," Joshua said as if he was playing a trump card. "They called Ruth in to sign some papers too," he added.

"I see," Nancy said. Her mood was in danger of slipping to a frightful place and her body felt drained. "We had better get to bed," she said.

"Mom?"

"Yes, honey?" She turned to watch him fumble with the laces on his shoes. 

"I did the speech today. I'm sure I got an A." His eyes were his father's. They had that innocent look that always made her melt.

The following night there was more news. Peter and Ruth were going away for a few days on a well deserved vacation and...Joshua paused in mock drum roll...."Ruthy bought a new car!" Then he added, "It's a convertible."

"Oh yeah, Harry wants me to help paint the banquet room on tomorrow, is that okay?" "That's Sunday," she said but seeing the wide eyed look on his face, she couldn't refuse.

"Yes, honey, I suppose so, but you really do need some rest."

How could Ruth buy a new car? She was a crude woman, an opportunistic one. Since her marriage to Peter, Ruth had limited her time in the restaurant to one or two days a week. Gossip had it that she collected full pay and the other waitresses complained that Ruth ordered them around when she did elect to work. She gave instructions as to what color uniform they were to wear on certain days. Ruth's uniform was always a contrasting color.

How could Ruth buy a new car? It was common knowledge that Peter barely scraped by. He could scarcely keep the doors open. There was no excess money, certainly not for a new car?

And why would Harry want to paint the banquet room. It was seldom used. Nancy could not remember the last time a group had met at the café. Organizations of any size no longer even inquired about using the room.

"I told you I would get an A on the speech, and I got a B plus on the paper that Harry helped me with," Joshua boasted as soon as he arrived home on Monday evening. 

Nancy was loosing her grip. A strange man had taken over her job of raising her son, advising him and influencing him. She was certain of it. 

Changes were taking place and Nancy was not sure that she liked them. Her son had new interests. No matter what the subject, his enthusiasm bubbled. Joshua wanted to know how the younger children were doing and lamented the fact that he seldom saw them. His grades had improved and he was bringing home books to read. 

"Wanda sat with me on the bus today," he divulged one night. 

"Really? That sounds interesting, what did you two talk about?" Nancy asked. She tried to hide her skepticism. Wanda was one year older than her son, and was years past him in experience.

"Mostly about Harry, she knows we're friends," he boasted. His youthfulness was showing like a flag man's warning.

Nancy wanted to take Joshua in her arms and cradle him. She wanted to caress him and kiss his forehead. She wanted to warn him, 'Things are not always as they seem.'

Instead she said, "It's time for bed."

"Did you see the sign?" He had that wide eyed look that she was beginning to expect. She nodded. At the turn off from the state road stood a new billboard with broad lettering saying, 'Half Way,' with an arrow pointing in the direction to the small settlement known as Mid Way. In the center of the sign was an advertisement for Pete's Cafe. At the corners there were ads for Tuttle's Real Estate, Yardley Builders, Crane's Service Station and Barney's Market. The sign was tasteful, yet gaudy.

"How could he change the name of the town? It's an outrage!" Nancy said. She knew that it was Harry that had done this, the man from New Jersey who had practically inundated her son's being.

"The name was adopted by the 'town fathers,' that's what Mr. Tuttle said," Joshua explained patiently.

"Town fathers? Who are the town fathers?" Nancy asked incredulously. There were no town fathers. The small settlement was not even incorporated. Hand printed signs saying 'Mid Way' had been placed at each end of the settlement years ago but the name did not appear on any map. It was just a wide-place-in-the-road, too small to even be considered a village. Besides Pete's Cafe there was the service station and Barney's Market; all three businesses were on the brink of failure. There were no churches and the few homes were occupied by people like Nancy's family who remained because they owned a house and were too poor to move any place else. 

"There's another billboard on the other state road," Joshua dispensed the news in a confident tone that frightened Nancy. "And the menu has changed. Harry says it's been urbanized. Oh, and we're getting a dishwasher."

"Urbanized? Do you mean 'citified?' I thought that you were the dishwasher?" Nancy was loosing her senses, she felt it.

"No, it's a dish washing machine, it's being installed this weekend. I've got to go and work, mom. okay?"

'Why do you even ask anymore? Harry's making all the decisions about your life.' She wanted to say. 'Crying would be wrong, I mustn't,' she thought.

"When are Peter and Ruth coming back? They've been away two weeks, haven't they?" Nancy asked.

"Harry sent them some money and told them to stay another week. I believe they're still in Florida."

Joshua handed her his pay check when he came in on Wednesday night. She looked at him questioningly. The amount was nearly double what it had always been before.

"I got a promotion," He grinned. "With the dish washing machine installed, I have time to seat the customers and do other things like take reservations and handle the cash register. Harry calls me the 'Maitre d'."

She stared at him in dismay. 'You're taking reservations?' she thought. He looked so happy and smart. She liked what she saw. What had this man done to her son? 'If Harry takes off now, I'll kill him,' she vowed.

"Mr. Tuttle sold a lot and Yardley is going to build a house," Joshua almost shouted when he came in one night.

"Mister Yardley is going to build a house," Nancy corrected him.

"They're a couple from St. Louis and you should see the 'chick' ..daughter, I mean." His eyes gave him away. 

Nancy teased him but later got caught up in what he was describing. Business was good. Harry had hired another waitress for each shift and an assistant cook. The shortage of parking space at the cafe was becoming a problem. Mr. Tuttle had practically set up shop there and the service station across the street had never been busier. They had not seen Barney for weeks but there was word that he had hired another clerk and he also had a shortage of parking space at his lot. 

"When are Peter and Ruth coming back?" That was all she could think of to say.

Nancy went to the cafe. It was closing time but a few customers lingered. 

"We're just closing," said the man at the cash register. He wore a white cook's uniform with a red bandanna around his neck and wire rimed glasses. 

"Mom, what are you doing here?" Joshua was not supposed to see her.

"Mrs. Peters, is that you? Please, come in," the man at the cash register said. She decided he must be Harry, his smile showed the dimple like wrinkle in both cheeks and the uneven teeth that Joshua had described.

"Nancy, it's nice to see you." Mr. Tuttle was sitting on the first stool at the counter, the stool that Harry had repaired on his first day.

She nodded at Mr. Tuttle and looked at the man at the cash register. He was motionless, waiting for her to speak.

"I'm here to see your boss, Joshua. Why don't you finish up here and go watch the children for me."

"Sure Josh, you go ahead, I'll look after things here," said the man behind the counter. His eye movements behind his wire rimmed glasses were clearly excessive. He closed the cash register drawer and turned to Mr. Tuttle.

"See you tomorrow, Mayor." He leveled his eyes on the older man with a meaningful stare.

Harry smiled his easy way as other diners paid their tabs. Joshua glanced back at his mother as he followed Mr. Tuttle out the door. The waitresses said goodnight and suddenly Nancy was alone with the man. Harry switched off the 'Pete's Cafe' sign at the street and dimmed the lights in the restaurant.

"Would you like coffee or something else?" he said, as he addressed his visitor.

"What's something else?" she asked without giving thought to what she was saying.

"Come on back to the office, Mrs. Peters. I have scotch or, hmmm..scotch, I'm afraid. They're the only choices.

"The first one will be fine," Nancy said, trying to sound 'aware' or 'smart,' which she clearly was not.

"Have a seat in the office, Mrs. Peters. I'll get some ice."

'How aware he is,' she thought, as she did as she was instructed. 'Was she dressed all right? What would he think of her? Wait,' she thought, 'why am I here?' Nancy was certainly not there as a model or to be on display. She was there for a kid with a few hairs on his chin who was getting pointers as to how to shave from a stranger.

'Why did I say I would take a scotch?' she thought, as Harry came into the office with the ice and two clean glasses. 

"Please call me Harry," he said, as he poured two fingers of scotch in each glass. "Ice?" he asked. He took his seat behind the desk and lifted his glass. 

"To your son," he said without expression or ceremony.

"To Joshua," she said, raising her glass. His eyes were brown and his teeth were uneven. His stature was slight and his grin was infectious. 

"I'm glad to meet you, Mrs. Peters. Josh speaks of you often."

'He seemed so comfortable in his white 'uniform, but yet so out of place. What am I seeing that doesn't connect? He could be a dentist or a blacksmith sitting there, yet he proclaims to be a cook. Or is he really a chef?' Nancy wondered.

Baffled, she took a swig of the drink and smiled. "You are doing wonders with my son," she admitted.

"I don't think he wanted us to get together, to meet that is. I've offered to come in each time I've brought him home, but there has always been an excuse." Harry looked to her for confirmation.

"You brought him home?" She had not known. 'Why did I ask that? Why am I nervous? What is it about this man that scares me?' she wondered to herself. 

Nancy took another sip of the drink, almost gagged and thought, 'Why am I drinking this, I hate the taste of scotch.'

"I believe that it was twice, once when it was raining. Joshua said that I would get wet if I got out of the truck. The other time we were running late here, so I offered to run him home. That time he said that it was late, and you might be in bed."

"I never go to bed until I know he's safely home." Nancy exclaimed too quickly. She looked at him for some recognition that he understood her. It was important that he saw the truth in her statement.

"Josh is a fine lad, you must be proud of him," Harry said, taking a sip of his drink and smiling.

Nancy smiled back and nodded. 'He wonders why I am here,' she thought. 'Get on with it, get it out. What's holding you back?' She let her eyes wander around the office for answers. It was really just a cubby hole, small and unkempt. 'Get on with it!'

"Harry," she began, and immediately felt uncomfortable. 'What is his surname anyway? Why is he giving me that smug, full-attention look as if I'm the most important thing in his life when I know he has someplace else to be?' Nancy wondered again.

"Harry, I would like to ask you a question." There, it was out. That wasn't so hard. 

"Please do, Mrs. Peters. Ask away." 

'That smile again. His teeth really were not that bad.' She thought.

"It's Nancy," she said, trying to smile back, and without thinking, took another sip of her drink before forming her next sentence. "Harry, are you planning to stay in Mid Way, ah, Half Way, ah, here?" 'Half Way.' Why had she said that? It was like caving in. Who does he think he is, renaming our town? And calling Mr. Tuttle 'mayor?'

Nancy was not listening when Harry began to talk but the sound of his voice soon caught her attention. Harry started by telling something of himself, the places he had been and the jobs he had held. He spoke modestly but with feeling. His descriptions gave her a mental picture of each location, and his reasons for moving on from place to place seemed sensible and well contemplated. "I'm not from New Jersey," he offered at the end of his commentary. "I just happened to be there last year when my license expired. I like to move around and meet people in new places. Truthfully Nancy, I do not know how long I will stay here." His gaze was even and solemn.


Half Way to Heaven



There I was, lying in a strange room on a mattress with a tingling feeling in my ass, my closely-cropped beard covered in warm, sweet cum and my mouth full of the finest nectar I've ever had. There was music playing in the next room and I could hear people having a good time. I had to get up, yet I felt so good that I had to savor the experience for a few moments more. After all, I had finally sucked my first real cock, and evidently did a pretty good job since the load that covered my face and mouth was of epic proportions.

So, how did I get to this crossroad of my life? Now in my 50's and never having problems with women, yet I went out looking for something totally different and finally made sure tonight that I was going to finally take the final plunge.

I've been experiencing with a vibrator up my ass for some time, a lot of it with a recent girlfriend. On my own, I started to wonder what it was like to have a man shoot a blast down my throat as I brought him to orgasm. I always got a rush eating a woman till she came, feeling that control you have when your partner is bucking, screaming and squirting. That brought me to purchase an ejaculating cock, and I made up my own cum cocktail to squirt down my throat as I pounded my ass with a giant dildo. The feeling of hot cum blasting down my throat would set off the fires in my ass and cock, and I would have the greatest orgasms I ever encountered.

As great as this was, I wanted more, so I had to build up the nerve to do it with a real man. I wanted to look into his eyes as he shot load after load down my throat, and held my head tightly so I couldn't stop. On top of that, I was yearning for a giant cock to pound my ass mercilessly while I was squirming in pleasure. Was I expecting too much? Here I was a gay virgin, yet I wanted it all the first time out.

I had been to a gay bar in town a few times, but I guess I stuck out like a sore thumb since I was mostly ignored by all but the Japanese bartender. Unfortunately, he didn't actually look like the type I wanted for my first steps. So, after a few beers, I would say good night, and leave wondering what I should do differently. But tonight I decided it was going to be different. 

I cleaned up, showered, shaved, and got myself ready for a new life. Then, I took my vibrating butt plug, loaded it with new batteries, oiled up my virgin hole and put it in up to the hilt. I had a pair of sexy spandex briefs that were too small, but their tightness would help keep my plug from slipping out. I put on a loose fitting pair of jeans, tilted the vibe switch to full and headed down the street to the only gay bar in town that I knew. 

Well, I hadn't gone 100 meters before my ass was afire, and I was squirming as I walked to the bar. I always find that the more my prostate gets excited, the more I want a cock in my mouth, and believe me, I was excited. I reached the bar, opened the door and walked directly to bar counter. There were two bartenders there, a Japanese and one who turned out to be a Canadian named Rick. 

Three male couples were sitting at tables making out and I was the only one at the bar. Rick asked me what I wanted and I ordered a Japanese whiskey on the rocks. Maybe he meant something else, but I wasn't thinking too clearly. I drank that down and ordered another fairly quickly. I was still standing and gyrating to the music, but mostly it was to the rhythm of my butt plug on high level. 

Soon Rick started with some small talk, asking why he never saw me here before, where I was from, what did I like; and before long he was buying me a drink. Rick looked to be slightly larger than me, about 6'3'' and maybe 200 pounds, and was in nice shape. In my mind I knew he wouldn't have to try very hard to get me in a bent over position, but I was playing it coy, and let him take the initiative. After my fourth whiskey, something I never indulge in, Rick asked me if I wanted to dance.

It was pretty dark away from the back bar lights and I guess there was a dance floor there, I hadn't really noticed. Not being much of a dancer, I told him I had never danced with a man before and if I did, he would have to lead. Did I really just say that? 

I guess the whiskey was really loosening me up. That and the tingling in my ass. There was an Ella Fitzgerald cd playing, most of the songs had been ballads, and he came out from the bar and took me to the center of the floor and wrapped his arms around me. Naturally, so it seems, I reached around and held on to him by his hips.

What an amazing feeling I was encountering. The nearness made my cock start to rise and it felt Rick's dick pushing closer and growing. Then, instinctively, my hands slipped down to his ass and started squeezing him nearer to me. As he lead and I was a bit clumsy following, he started tonging my ear and it was driving me mad! Meanwhile, he got a surprise when he reached down to my ass and first noticed I was wearing a butt plug. He started pushing on it and the sensations intensified. I thought I was going to shoot my load right there.

Rick then spun me around , holding me and grinding against me from behind. That gave me my first chance, with my arms now to my side, to reach back and feel his hard-on, and it was massive! The first cock besides my own that I had ever touched and it was all that I had dreamed of. Big and hard and ready! With his tongue in my ear and his hips grinding against me, I was giving my first hand job and loving every minute of it. I thought I was in heaven! I had met this gent not 20 minutes before and I was fondling his cock without another care in the world. 

When the song ended, an uptempo tune came on and Rick suggested a tour of the rest of the place. Knowing what that meant, I followed him to a side room that said Employees Only. I knew what was going to happen and I wanted it now. There were crates of beer, boxes of glasses and dishes, liquor bottles on some shelves, and in the corner was a small, frameless bed. He didn't have to lead me there. I lead him there! My ass was screaming, my mouth was empty and I felt I was almost home! 

So, here I am, for the first time and I have no hesitation. I guess I have been planning for this for far too long. I get on my knees and start to unbuckle Ricks belt, pull down his jeans and see this massive growth inside his shorts with a large wet spot up near the belt line. I use both hands to pull at the elastic top and out pops the most beautiful cock I have ever seen. It plops past my eyes and brushes my nose, it's wet pre-cum hanging from it as I flick my tongue out to catch every bit of it.

Never having sucked a cock before, I hope all my practice on proxy dicks will see me thru. Part of me wants to devour it, but at the same time I want to really worship it in a slow, never ending face fuck. I take the head into my mouth and it tastes so delicious that I am dizzy. I am guessing he is 8 or 9 inches long and rather thick. I concentrate on the mushroom head for some time, his pre cum flowing into my waiting mouth. It tastes so good I feel I could suck it all night. 

Knowing there are other nerves that need to be tickled, I grab Rick's large nut sack and start playing with it, alternating squeezes with light scratching with my fingernails. Meanwhile, slowly I am taking more and more of him into my mouth. I look up at Rick, he is looking down at me, and he is purring! My mouth is full, yet I can still smile! He asks me if it tastes good but all I can do is shake my head and grunt "um-hum, um-hum". 

Rick then asks if he can face fuck me. I have about half of his shaft down my throat already and am ready to try for the rest. He lifts me up, and lays me down with my head hanging over the head of the bed. At this angle I have a straight, long passageway for his cock to travel. He straddles my face and gently lowers himself on my waiting mouth. He at least tried to go slow. I gobble up his tool as fast and as deep as I can. He holds me by my ears and I reach back and grab him by his beautiful ass while he proceeds to ravage my hungry mouth. I can not get it all down, but I can feel his mushroom head pounding on my palate and the feeling of being filled is indescribable. In this tilted position, his balls are slapping my nose and tears of joy are streaming out of my eyes.

This went on for several minutes. All the time Rick hasn't touched me, but my dick has been rock hard since the dance floor. I know I want a cock in my ass, but this feels so good I don't want to stop. Besides, the batteries are still buzzing strongly so I am totally content. 

Unless it is something I am imagining, I now notice a little more urgency building in Rick's thrusts, and his cock is growing ever more slightly. Although watching balls slap across your face while giving head is a beautiful sight, I really want to see my lover's face when he blows his wad into my waiting mouth.

So, on Rick's queue, he pulls out. I hop up and take him into my mouth from a kneeling position. Squeezing his balls with one hand, jerking his shaft with the other and swallowing up and down on half of his cock. I look up into his eyes and feel a rumble down below. He yells, "Oh, baby...I'm gonna cum if you don't stop". Amazing, he called me baby! 

With that, I suck as hard as I can and feel a huge spasm as his hot seed hits the back of my throat. I pull back a little bit as the second salvo hits my top lip and barrels past and into my mouth. Two more massive bursts are caught by my waiting tongue, then a few smaller aftershocks. 

Now I have a mouthful of delicious juice but I don't want to swallow as my taste buds are in overdrive! I fill my mouth with his cock and keep pounding my throat while his cum sloshes around, swallowing it little by little. My first load and I didn't want to stop. 

Unfortunately, there is a knock on the door and the other bartender calls Rick to tell him the place is filling up. He gets dressed, kisses my creamy mouth and invites me to join him at the bar when I am ready.

So, here is where I stand now, half way to heaven, though I can only imagine how much better it will get. Hopefully, this is more than a one night stand and there will be more times with Rick. I guess there is only one way to find out, and the answer is waiting on the other side of that door.



Half Way to Paradise



Everything probably would have been fine except that when I won a little over £40,000 on the Lottery I opened my mouth about it!

I just missed out on the jackpot – I got five numbers and the bonus number (damn the other number!) but £40,000 was more than enough to be a life-changing sum of money so after sorting out some essential financial matters (paid off my credit cards and bought myself a better car) I lined myself up for a holiday – for a good break.

Having stayed up in Cairns in Queensland, Australia when I took a gap year from Uni, I wanted to go back there for a holiday and with a quick search through the internet I soon discovered an adults-only resort just a bit further up the coast. 

'Fine' I thought, 'Peace; I can take a break and try to find some time to write....'

I'm an apology for a novel writer by trade; I had one decent 'hit' and I was hooked. Hooked, because it was great to be in the spotlight – pampered and feted – and with lots of money thrown my way too. But it's been hard to recreate that success and a lot of my work seems to go unpublished these days. Yeah – I make enough to get by what with the royalties on my 'best-seller' but I need more success – another best-seller – so this break might give me a chance to rediscover my art.

And while I'm mentioning me and because I guess I'm half the theme for the story here's a bit more about me. So I'm Bobby (sometimes Bob) Fury although some of my mates do insist on calling me Billy – those with a penchant for old rock songs, that is. I'm single – too busy writing to marry; I've got my own house; I'm 35 this year and I think I'm ok to look at. I'm a few inches over six foot tall; weigh in around 175 and look reasonably fit because I have my regular work-out routine which I stick to. Not heavy stuff, but enough to keep my muscles in trim. I'm careful in what I eat – which is why I can occasionally allow myself to let go and have a bit of a binge! But that's more than enough about me for now, so here's the rest of the story. 

As it happened I'd planned to visit my parents for the weekend a couple of weeks after I'd struck it rich so I made sure that all the family were around when I told them – Mum, Dad and my sister – but in retrospect, perhaps I should have just kept quiet. 

So, having gathered them about me I opened my mouth and told them the news and I need hardly say that they were obviously mega-pleased for me. But it was when I told them what I was going to do that things started to go wrong....

Mum and Dad are now in their mid fifties, so at least they're respectably sensible beings and Dad has worked hard to make sure that the family were affluent enough to be comfortable so there was no problem with them accepting my good luck.  They insisted that they didn't need anything – that I should just make the most of my windfall – although I did promise I'd get Dad a case of malt whisky.

But my sister Tina is still young and silly at times – she's still making her way in life and still living at home with our parents. Truthfully I've no idea what she does for a living except that it has to do with clothes and today she was sitting there in Daisy Duke shorts and a cute halter-neck top and she looked eminently edible – even to her brother! 

I may have said that she's still young and silly but she's 27 now so she's fully grown with a tall slim figure topped with wavy auburn hair; a pretty face and tits to die for!  Christ knows how she can be a size 10 waist and yet have 40 inch knockers but she does! Well, I don't actually know their size but they've got to be at least 40 inches! In a way it's a shame because all you see are her tits – you tend to miss her pretty face and her sweet figure.....

Of late I've often found myself wondering about my sister and her boobs – well, about all of her body really, but her tits in particular! Because I'm that much older, I'd left home for college and then university before she really developed; she was just a boring teenage girl when I glimpsed her naked in the shower one day and that's about all I'd ever seen of her now delectable body. Which is a bloody shame, because since she turned about 18, every time I pop round home she looks better and better and there are many occasions when I curse myself for not having got to know her better – perhaps a whole lot better! Dirty old man, I tell myself! Ahhhh – I'd still love her, tits or no tits!

Anyway, the moment I told them of my plans, my sister immediately bounced up and I mean bounced; happily buoyed by my good fortune. She was absolutely fully of it – shrieking and yelling as if she'd won the money, not me. 

It took a while to get her to calm down and when she'd done so, I thought that would be the end of it, but that was just the start! Instead she came and sat on my lap, cuddling herself into my body; her arms quickly becoming wrapped round my neck and her breath warm in my ear.

"Bobby – you always said you'd take me with you if you went on holiday!" she crooned, gently rubbing her hand over my cheek, "Can I come with you this time?"

Now I never ever expected to win such goodies as I had, so my past "promise" to take her with me really applied to what I presumed a holiday might be – a week in a caravan on the south coast or something like that – but could I reasonably turn her down? Could I be that hard?

I tried to turn her down anyway.

I tried to explain why I needed this holiday on my own.

I tried to explain how helpful it would be in furthering my writing. 

I tried to explain how much I was looking forward to the peace and how much it would help me to reminisce on my past.

"Oh but....." moaned Tina, slyly rubbing her body seductively against me, "It would be so nice – we could be together, just brother and sister – I'm sure I could help you, please....please!"

She kissed me warmly and wetly on the lips, such was her determination to get included and her breasts rubbed across my chest as she squirmed and being one who was always a sucker for a pretty pleading woman and a pair of big tits, I gave in without a fight.

"Oh yes – if it makes you happy," I said, "But I'm going there to try to visit my past and to write first of all and perhaps enjoy the tropical sun and the Reef and such as an afterthought – so you might well spend quite a bit of time on your own."

Mind you, I doubted that – every hot-blooded Romeo within miles would be buzzing around her!

Given that I'd pretty well said 'yes' to her holiday of a lifetime, it was hardly surprising that my sister would go loopy once more!

Tina was all over me with excitement, bouncing up and down, squeezing my neck hard, kissing me wildly, thanking me profusely and generally doing absolutely nothing to help my already aroused hormones to settle down. Fuckin' woman!

And all her squirming was doing absolutely nothing to help me physically either – all the feminine action and all the male sensations were ending up in my groin where my penis was now all scrunched up, foiling all his plans to do his elephant impressions. I had to push Tina off my lap or have a disaster though......

"Get off, you silly sod," I said, trying to play down the erotic aspect of her appreciation and Tina stood up from my lap.

But she immediately sank to her knees between my legs and wrapped her arms around me once more.

"You're an absolute darling Bobby," she said still bubbling happily, "I've always wanted to see the Barrier Reef – it'll be wonderful – oh I love you!"

She wasn't saying that sexually but the fact that her body was locked against my crotch made everything sexual! Especially the contact between her tits and my lower abdomen.....her tits that were now straining to escape from the little top she was wearing.

"Stop it, lay off," I groaned, "Mum and Dad might be watching...."

Well they weren't at that moment but it was a good cover story and Tina leaned back – but in doing so she released my coiled-up elephant trunk from his confines. 

My delighted cock immediately stretched out down one leg of my trousers and created a long tent-like ridge.  I groaned and Tina looked up at me to see not agony but relief on my face. Her eyes immediately did a quick scan of my body – down and up and down again – where they locked onto the protrusion that my penis was making.

"Oooh – you all excited too?" she questioned, her eyes glowing, "Put it away!"

"Well stop hugging me then!" I said, "It's your fault."

"How can it be my fault – you're the one who's got excited!" she said.

"Cos you're getting too close," I said softly.

"Hey – you're my bruv – can't I get close to you then?" she crooned, "Anyway – I'm just showing you my appreciation."

"That's not all you're showing!" I said, trying to sound serious but finding it hard to do so in the face of so much tit flesh on view.

"My body – I can show it to who I like!" she said with a big grin on her face, "How else can I thank you?"

I could easily think of some other ways but it might not be a good idea to detail them!

Tina laid her hand on my thigh, just a couple of inches away from where my penis was straining to meet her and I actually jumped at her touch.

"I'm sorry bruv," she said soothingly, "I can't help getting all worked up about the holiday of a lifetime, can I? And I guess you can't either! Perhaps we'll have to do something about that."

I looked at her to try to find some hidden meaning in her words but her face was seemingly innocent – although I doubted that her mind was so sweet!

I felt a bit naughty so I replied to her.

"Do something about what?" I replied, sending my own double-edged question back to Tina.

Tina knelt more upright between my legs, her arms and tits sliding up my body until we were more or less face to face.

"I don't know," she said seductively, "What do you fancy?"

My eyes just automatically fell straight down to her tits – I couldn't help it and Tina saw me looking. 

As I said before, I guess that Tina is about a 40 inch bust although I don't know exactly what size she is but all I can say for certain is that something like well over half of her tits was being squeezed out of the top of her clothes. It was obvious that she wasn't wearing a bra because on one side her nipple protruded through the taut material like a pencil rubber while on the other side the brown crinkled skin of her aureole was exposed along with the top of her deep pink nipple itself!

"Ooops!" I said, but what's once seen cannot be unseen! 

The vision had seared me to my cortex and an electrifying message went in micro-seconds to my cock, which lurched with excitement.

Tina wasn't slow on the uptake either as she quickly scanned her chest. Moments later her thigh was pressing against my renewed erection and I felt her body rubbing across me causing further seismic tremors to shake me. She looked up into my face – a look of wildness in her eyes.

"You like my boobs then?" she asked, giving them a little shake and I nodded and found myself licking my lips and although I may not have responded with words, my penis tried to speak for me – or at least he nodded his head too.

"What've you got down there?" she asked, "Is he spring-loaded?"

I shook my head, not knowing what else to do.....

"He is!" she said, her groin busy rubbing across my penis, "All ready to spring into action, isn't he?"

Again I had no idea what to say so I just nodded my head this time.....

"Shall I find out?" said Tina mischievously, "Can I see how ready he is?"

"No – no – don't!" I cried under my breath, "Dad – Mum – oh fuck!"

Tina looked over her shoulder to where our parents were – down in the kitchen getting themselves an afternoon pot of tea.

"They're busy," she said as her own hands suddenly became busy.

"Oh God!" I cried almost silently as Tina's hand closed over my hot horny cock.

"Oh God!" echoed Tina, "He's big – wow!"

She looked me straight in the eye as her hand explored my length.

"What's that – eight, nine inches?"

"Eight," I confirmed breathlessly, "Oooooh Tina!"

"Eager, isn't he?" Tina said quietly but still moving her hand on my shaft, "He's so hot! He's leaking too – I can feel the dampness."

"Oh God no," I groaned, knowing that once I started getting really excited, I'd be oozing precum like anything.

"This is exciting Bobby, isn't it?" said Tina gleefully, her fingers squeezing my knob and causing untold fluid damage to the material of my trousers, "You're so stiff and you're getting really wet down there."

"I know, I know – don't do it then," I groaned, "Stop it. No more Tina – please, no more!"

"Can't I find out all about my brother then?" Tina asked coyly, "I only want to play!"

Tina let go of me and stood up, her tight fitting shorts that covered her almost certainly delectable pussy were just in front of my face now. I could swear that she tilted her pussy towards me as I looked.

"Meet you in the bathroom," whispered Tina as she pirouetted and walked away, swaying her hips as she went.

'Should I follow her?' my mind was thinking. My conscience was telling me not to – but my cock was winning now she'd got him so aroused and I stood up. I managed to more or less hide my erection but it wouldn't go away as I turned to discretely follow Tina.

But as I did so I was saved; saved from my incestuous mind; saved from any further embarrassment perhaps; saved from the moment of a lifetime. 

"Hey son – cup of tea? Got one ready for you," Dad called out to me – and gave me an excuse to break away from the somewhat – well, definitely amorous intents of my sister.

"Er, yeah sure Dad, thanks," I called back and quickly sat down again so my damp patch and my erection didn't show up so readily.

And a little later, down the hall I heard Mum say, "Is that you in there Tina? Well, hurry up – I want to use the toilet," so that effectively buggered up Tina's plans too.

Dad brought the tea and some biscuits over while he and I sat down too and soon Mum joined us and I was immersed in Dad's concerns that I get all the tickets and travel permits and passports and inoculations and money and so on and so on all sorted – which I'd obviously do anyway. But with Dad being Dad, everything needed to be checked off at least twice before he'd even leave the house! Tina kept a low profile and I guessed she'd gone off to her room.

But at least my cock wasn't interested in such things as journey planning and he quickly deflated – and the warm mug I held on my thigh helped dry out the damp patch, so by the time I'd finished my cuppa I was as good as presentable once more. 

I proffered my thanks to my parents and told them I needed to get a story finished off to hit a deadline, which was partially true anyway and left them to their ruminations.

I went and hid myself in the spare bedroom – once my bedroom – locking the door behind me as I often did when I wanted to get some writing done – or when I wanted some peace for a wank.

Because that's exactly what I wanted – a damn good wank.

With my laptop beside me I stripped off and lay on the bed, my rapidly reinflated erection at the ready as I opened up a downloaded video of some good solid raunchy porn. Soon I was bringing myself to a rapid orgasm – it seemed to take almost no time to go from newly erect to cumming hard and I was fortunate to be able to grab some tissues to catch my generous eruptions, it was that quick and sudden.

I don't know what caused it; I do know that the video was hot and usually made me cum fairly quickly. But this time, flashes of my sister's tits kept appearing; memories of the feel of her hand on my cock kept arriving and unbidden dreams of sliding my cock into my sister's pussy kept taking over and I swear it was the thought of emptying my sperm into her hot body that brought me off.

One vigorous squirt escaped the tissue and splashed down the screen, just as the hero sprayed his own cum across the ass of his voluptuous partner.

Before it could slither down into the works I grabbed another tissue and cleared it up although it left a smear across the screen that I'd need to deal with later.....

I pulled my shorts back up, turned off the computer and in moments I was asleep – that post-wank contented tiredness that grabs you sometimes.

I woke up what turned out to be a couple of hours later, refreshed and hungry but not quite so horny now, thank heavens.

I cracked the door open and the smell of home cooking drifted in – too powerful a scent for me to retreat from, so I headed down to the kitchen.

Mum was there as usual, supervising her boiling cauldrons, so I merely stuck my nose in, made an appropriately appreciative noise and retired back to the lounge.

"Your sister's gone out, dear," said Mum from the doorway, "I think she's buying new clothes for the trip already!"

I laughed sociably and tried to concentrate on dinner but instead visions of Tina's dumplings kept floating past my eyes, but once again Dad saved me.

"Don't know about you but I fancy some wine with dinner," he asked, "Pick out a bottle if you do and don't forget to let it breathe if you're choosing a red."

Finding out that we were having roast beef, I indeed opted for a red wine and soon I had a nice Cabernet Sauvignon uncorked and ready for consumption later – and at least I'd been able to take my mind off breasts!

Tina came back after a couple of hours just as dinner was about to be served and joined us – having dumped several carrier bags in her bedroom. The meal passed uneventfully and at least Mum had provided a good repast; she was an excellent cook, as Dad's waistline testified. Soon we'd got the remnants cleaned away and we gathered in the lounge where we digested our dinner and also digested the forthcoming holiday.

Dad had managed to find some old maps of Australia and a brochure that I'd sent them from Cairns those years ago – they were of no use whatsoever really, but they did bring back some memories. 

Memories of sun-drenched beaches and islands; tropical palms and fruits; the sun and the warmth; the pretty girls at the hostel where I'd stayed – and much more......and now I was aiming at reviving them all; refreshing my mind and hopefully, my body too.

I shook myself out of my reverie as Mum stood up eventually.

"Time for us old ones to get our beauty sleep," she said and Dad somewhat sleepily agreed. A few minutes later they'd retired to their bedroom, leaving Tina and I together and four pint cans of a six pack of lager between us.

"I can't believe this is really happening," enthused Tina, still all excited – not to say that I wasn't, "I've been and bought some great clothes for the trip," she added, "Hope they'll be suitable."

"I hope you've made sure they're lightweight and can let the air in," I said, remembering the occasionally stifling heat but forgetting what they would expose!

"You'll have to see them," she said, her eyes glittering, "I'll show you later."

We chatted amicably for some time, now discussing the finer details of our intended trip and although it would be sensible for us to visit during their winter, we were restricted, as it happens, by a series of conferences – one in May I'd just been to and then there were two in June and July that I'd been booked to speak at and a course that Tina was attending that wouldn't finish until late September.

So we aimed for a mid October to mid November four week long trip, just before summer arrived in Australia and hopefully before the rains arrived, which gave us some four or five months to get everything sorted.

And finally it was bedtime but Tina reminded me of her plan to show me her new clothes – so I went along with her.

Now, I suggest that the beer had dulled my mind because I seemed to have cast off the sexiness of earlier on; forgotten Tina's glittering eyes and I also hadn't considered what the clothes might be – so I tagged along and soon I was sitting on the side of Tina's bed as she made her cat-walk preparations.




Half Way to Paradise



Tina, some ten feet from me across the room with her back to me, suddenly pulled off her top and flipped on what looked like a blouse from behind and then turned round.

Ok – it was a blouse but it was cropped off below and open above and massive acreages of tit flesh were there before my eyes. Basically it was only tied at the front by a single connection.

"Like it?" asked Tina, leaning towards me so that even more of her cleavage was on show.

"Phew, 'course I like it!" I said, "Might be a bit too open though – you'll get all sunburnt and you'll get the Aussies all hot!"

And needles to say it was getting me all hot too – my ever eager cock had sprung up once more and was now squashed inside my underwear. I tried to pretend I wasn't affected though.

"Ok – I'll only use it on the beach then," said Tina as she turned away from me, "What about these shorts?"

As she spoke she turned; dropped the shorts she'd been wearing and began pulling on another pair, bending at the waist away from me as she did so.

Now I'm not an ass man but what was exposed to me was enough to convert any man! She was wearing tiny g-string panties and now her magnificently dainty ass was on full display to me.

I gasped as she bent over – if it hadn't been for the g-string, her asshole would have been completely visible; as it was, only some of the crinkled brown flesh was on show – and between her legs the hint of her vaginal lips pouting slightly downward brought my cock to full throbbing erection. I was also aware enough to note that I couldn't see any pubic hair down there.

"Christ!" I exclaimed almost involuntarily, upon which Tina stood up and turned round.

"Like what you saw?" she said, teasing me, "Now how do I look?"

Her new shorts weren't really enough to cover her, in my opinion and I'm no prude.

They were cut low at the top and I reckoned that if she hadn't shaved (which I knew she did by the hairs left in the shower occasionally) then half of her pubes would have been visible. And they were cut high in the leg and pulled tight into her crotch revealing a perfect camel toe effect.

I shook my head and unconsciously my hand fell to my lap. A few moments later and my hand had straightened out my straining cock – and I gasped and pulled my hand away as I suddenly realised what I was doing!

"You can't wear those!" I gasped, "They're just too revealing!"

"Well – you said it was an adults-only resort, so there's obviously going to be a lot of sex happening, so I ought to be prepared!"

"Yeah – but, but you're my sister," I exclaimed as if that would stop her from exposing herself, "I shouldn't be seeing all of you like that!"

"Why on earth not? Haha, I know – you're all excited again, aren't you?" she said, "So am I! But just wait til you see my bikini!"

So saying she turned around once more and seconds later not just her shorts but her g-string fell to the floor and as she bent down once more, this time a full exposure of her rear end met my gaze. Worse still, she spread her legs a bit to reach down and as she did so I could actually see her pubic lips split apart slightly, not to mention her little brown star, shining clearly at me! Not only that, Tina also shrugged off her top; then reached behind her and undid her bra, which soon disappeared too.

"Tina!" I exclaimed, "Stop it!"

"Hang on Bobby," she said, "I'm not finished – I'm trying to get this bikini sorted. The shop left those damn nylon ties on. Come and help, they need cutting off."

With her back to me she held out a pair of nail scissors and obligingly and perhaps stupidly I rose and took the scissors from her outstretched hand.

As I did so Tina turned a bit and there before me was a side view of one of her breasts, completely exposed, nipple and all. Then Tina turned towards me to hold out her new bikini and now it was even worse – or even better!

She was naked from head to toe – a vision of sexual passion, loveliness and youth – enough to make an old man weep, as they say! Nude – not a hair in sight; her copious breasts heaving; her pink nipples visibly hard and erect; her pussy naked and glistening as if oiled; her clitoris standing out as if demanding attention; her long slim legs slightly apart.....

I just stood there; my eyes on stalks as they scanned up and down her wonderful body until finally I'd quenched my thirst. I looked her in the eye and all I could see was lust – maybe a reflection of my feelings but just as likely it was her!

Tina's eyes too fell, but to my groin where my confined cock strained at the material. She leaned forward and her hand grasped my rigid pole and squeezed it.

"Oh no – don't," I groaned, "No, don't make me....."

"Oh!" moaned Tina, letting go of my cock, "I want him – I want to see him!"

"Oh fuck!" I cried quietly, because I too wanted Tina to see my cock – I wanted her to grasp him and to suck him and to let him into her body.....

"Mustn't – mustn't do it!" I groaned.

Regaining control of my senses for a moment I managed to turn my head back to her bikini and with a quick snip, the ties fell off and the two halves were free.

"Thanks bro," Tina said and slowly she stepped into the pants and pulled them up. This time, facing me, her breasts looked larger and tastier than ever as they hung before her, before she stood upright once more and pulled her bikini top into place, tucking her nipples under the material.

"Any good?" Tina asked, although any answer I now gave could only be a garbled reply!

Because once again she was again wearing almost nothing; her bikini top covered her nipples and not a lot more and her bikini bottom merely covered her slit.

"Fuckin' hell!" I exclaimed, "You are SO fucking hot!"

Tina smiled broadly but then reached behind her and in a second or two her tits were exposed once more as her top fell away. With a quick movement or two her bottom half was missing too leaving Tina once more standing naked before me.

"Actually I think you prefer me this way!" she said, seductively, "Don't you?"

As she spoke she reached for my cock once more and with a quick movement he fell out of his confining underpants and out into my trousers. She grasped the shaft once more, this time with only a single layer of material between her hand and his hot flesh.

"Ooooh yes, you do!" she groaned, "I want to hold you now – you're so hard!"

All I could do was to shudder with pleasure as Tina's hand caressed me; her breasts just a foot or so from me as she leaned down to reach my cock.

"Touch me Bobby, hold my breasts!" she crooned and immediately my hands rose and held her tits; one hand on either side, pushing them together.

They were cool to the touch but made me so warm – they were soft and pliable but made me so hard; they were smooth and dry but made me so wet!

Tina knew all this – her exploring hand could feel my heat, my hardness and my dampness as precum began oozing from me.

Slowly I worked my hands round until I had her nipples between my fingers; I squeezed them and gently twisted them, making Tina moan with desire.

"I'm going to get him out," said Tina, "Put your hand down; feel me – I'm soaked!"

Somewhat reluctantly I released one hand from her breast and ran it lightly down her side, over her waist and the bulge of her hip until I found her hip bone.....I slid my hand round to the front of her and then down, slowly downwards until I met the roundness of her pubic mound.

Tina groaned and I felt her hips thrusting towards my hand.

"Touch me – I want you!" she groaned, "I want you in me!"

At about that moment, three things happened.

Tina pulled down my zip.

My hand found her sloppy slit.

And the door rattled! Thank heavens it was locked.....

"You two still up?" said Mum from the other side, "It's almost two o'clock. I need a wee then I'm going back to bed – you should too."

"Sorry," said Tina as she stood up, "Been going over our holiday plans – didn't realise the time."

"Night-night then," said Mum and we echoed her words and those words acted like a kind of fire curtain – all passion was cut off, even though Tina was still naked and I was almost exposed.

"Guess we'd better go to bed then," I said somewhat reluctantly. 

Mind you I was somewhat relieved too because the thought of what Tina and I were doing right under our parents' noses was shocking to think of.

"Yeah – guess so," said Tina dejectedly as she pulled her dressing gown over her delectable body, "Oh damn!"

A few minutes later I was in my room getting undressed. My underwear needed changing, that was for certain; the front was soaked where I'd leaked and I sprayed some aftershave round the room to disguise the scent of hot male sexual arousal.

But now, after Mum's interception, I'd just lost that arousal and moments after I'd settled in my bed I was asleep.

But inside, the arousal was still there and I dreamed of silky smooth female flesh; bulging tits; slick sexual lips and of hard thrusting of my cock into grasping slippery places – and awoke to find that not only did my underpants need changing, but so did my pyjama shorts. I had to peel them away from my balls and my now flaccid cock; my pubes clinging to the sticky drying sperm that my cock had so copiously ejected during the night. 

'What a bloody waste!' I thought.

Perhaps fortunately Tina had had to leave early. She too enjoyed a good workout at the gym and she always clocked in on a Sunday morning, so she'd gone by the time I was up and dressed.

My parents and I had breakfast – and then it was my turn to leave....I'd promised myself that I'd concentrate on my writing on Sunday afternoon and so I was away without seeing Tina again. But I'd be back from time to time....

My drive home took less than two hours and soon I was immersed in my writing, feeling elated and excited as I hammered the keyboard. My writing seemed to have taken on a new lease of life; with a somewhat more erotic slant though, I realised!  Perhaps that was what had been missing – that erotic touch that only a wild exciting woman could bring. It certainly got me going and unusually as I typed, I found myself with an erection, not that I was complaining because with the rest of Sunday to myself, I could play with it to my heart's content!

Time passed, as it insists on doing and before I knew it, three months had flown away. In that time I'd got pretty well everything organised – the resort booking; the flight tickets; our passports; inoculations for both of us and so on.

Tina and I had communicated by email and phone from time to time but we'd somehow kept things clean, but perhaps scared by the experience of a friend who'd had his Smart phone hacked – with everything on it becoming rather public! Oh yes – there were sexual innuendoes here and there but they'd have happened anyway, I reckon. 

What was more important to me was that in that time I'd also managed to complete my new book – rather to my surprise. I'd been bogged down in it – somehow I couldn't get the action going – but then there was that weekend with Tina and everything had come together. It felt good – the words and actions fitted nicely; they flowed well and they were sufficiently sexy to be stimulating while still not being pornographic. I was in a happy mood as I posted copies off to various publishers.

Then I just had to visit Tina and my parents again – it was Dad's birthday that particular weekend and I'd found him a nice antique tantalus set – three lovely crystal decanters in a rosewood holder – ideal.

I motored over on Saturday morning, made Dad's day with my gift and settled down for a short weekend 'at home' – I'd be heading back to my place on Sunday afternoon. 

Tina was working that Saturday but she'd be with us by about five thirty, so dinner was planned for a bit later on, giving Mum, Dad and me a chance to chatter about life in general – the weather, the garden, the TV programs, their ailments (both Mum and Dad had some arthritis and a few other aches and pains) and so on – and time flew by.

And then suddenly Tina was there and I stood up to welcome her. With arms outstretched we met and then clung together, cheek to cheek, breast to chest until I pushed her away to look her over.

Nothing much had changed except that she looked even more radiant – she just glowed with health and happiness and she just looked so pretty. I could have fallen in love with her on the spot!

One more look and then we came together again for another hug – but this time we were face to face and our lips met. And suddenly our lips were damp and our tongues were busy – and we just had to haul ourselves apart – both suddenly panting wildly.

"Phew," I said, shaking my head, "What was that?"

"The power of sex!" said Tina quietly and with a chuckle in her voice, "I love you!"

"And you," I replied, "But calm down...."

A quick glance at our parents but they were otherwise occupied in decanting some of Dad's whisky into my present – then another quick kiss, which almost became a long one.

"Stop it," I breathed, "Not now!"

Tina's eyebrows lifted and a big smile crossed her pretty face.

"Later then – promise....!" she said as she left me standing there with a half-hard cock and a silly grin on my face.

But later on we were still chattering away. I'd got all the details of our holiday hotel now – well, actually a privately run all-enclosed resort, rather cornily but hopefully accurately named simply "Paradise". It was a short trip up the coast by helicopter from Cairns and I'd got all the details on the internet on my laptop. I'd booked us a two bedroom suite – which gave us freedom of space but which would allow us to be together if we so wished.

Dad was a little concerned.

"You'll hmmm, have hmmm, separate rooms then?" he asked and I nodded, showing him the two individual bedrooms on the website.

"But won't you, sort of....." he continued.

"No different than if we're both here at home, is it?" piped up Tina.

"Yes – but you'll be in swimsuits and such," said Dad, obviously still a bit worried about morals.

"So?" questioned Tina, "What's wrong with that?"

And Dad couldn't come up with a reply apart from a "hmmmpff!" which we all ignored – even Mum raised her eyebrows and tossed her head dismissively.

And Tina looked at me and winked!

Eventually Mum yawned and looked at Dad and he too was showing signs of tiredness although he was doing his best to hide them.

"Come on dear, bedtime I think," She said, "Fancy taking a hot chocolate to bed with us?"

"What a good idea," said Dad as he stood up, "Leave you two to it then."

He kissed Tina and meandered off down the hall and soon Mum followed him, carrying two mugs of chocolate. She blew us a kiss as she went and then we were alone once more.

"Peace!" said Tina and I agreed as we relaxed, side by side on the settee.

"Fancy a drink?" I asked and soon Tina was cradling a brandy glass liberally loaded with brandy and coke while I had a pint tin of Australian Fosters lager, as seemed appropriate and it wasn't all that long before three cans of lager had gone and Tina was looking ruefully at the empty brandy bottle. But we were absorbed in looking at the details and surrounds of the resort while our drinks went down and the alcohol just flowed easily.....

Finally we both put down our empties and sat back.

"Brandy makes me randy," said Tina, giggling, "Or so it says!"

"Well, does it?" I asked, trying to look at her but finding that my eyes kept wandering around.

"No – you make me randy!" she replied turning towards me – and moments later we were kissing once more – this time with sloppy boozy lips and probing tongues and with heat rising from our bodies.

We pulled closer together and wrapped our arms round each other as we snogged – Tina's hands once again soon at my groin seeking out my cock. And she was having no trouble in finding him – he'd escaped down one leg and was now as stiff as a board and throbbing with every swipe of Tina's tongue across mine.

"Stop it – not here!" I managed to groan, "In the bedroom!"

Quickly we turned off the lights and moved to her room where as before, we locked the door and turned to face each other.

Tina's eyes fell to my groin and moments later her hands did too.

"Ooooh God – I've gotta see him; I've gotta feel him!" she moaned as she found, fumbled with and eventually undid my zip. 

With a bit of help from me my shorts fell down and Tina was there, her hand inside my underpants and holding onto my cock – bare naked, skin to skin.

"Ooooh fuck!" I groaned as she pulled him out of his confinement and pushed my underpants down.

"Oooooh yeah," groaned Tina as her hands both wrapped round my penis, "Oh – he's fuckin' gorgeous!"

Blearily I looked down to watch as Tina pulled on my cock, stretching him out to his full eight inches before she pushed back, exposing the shiny knob to the world. I had to admit that even in my somewhat befuddled state I thought that he did indeed look in excellent condition. He was rock hard, his foreskin was nicely bunched up down the shaft and his head was shining smoothly. As I looked down a little trickle of precum erupted softly and ran down over Tina's hand.

"He's luverly," lisped Tina, "I wanna make love to him!"

She hiccupped loudly as she held my cock, causing her hand to jerk wildly and she looked hard at him.

"Behave yourself, you naughty boy!" she said in what was supposed to be a stern voice but which came out as a silly mumble as she wagged a finger at my penis. She giggled at herself. He jerked his head in response, bringing forth a low groan from Tina – followed by another hiccup.

"I'm gonna....I'm gonna..." mumbled Tina, having troubles in finding her words.

"I am going to suck your cock," she finally said, very carefully annunciating her words and she leaned forward with her mouth open.

But instead of a comforting sexy warm wet feeling on my cock I felt her hard forehead bang into him as she lost her balance and suddenly she lay sprawled out across my feet.

"Owwww!" I exclaimed as quietly as I could, "Fuckin' hurt!"

The bash on the head had caused my cock to wilt somewhat but I was more concerned about Tina who remained more or less motionless on the floor. I knelt down to help her up but she was having none of it!

"Leave me 'lone," she moaned, "I feel sick."

'Oh bloody charming!' I thought, 'So much for that blow job!'

Still in just my underwear and with my cock hanging out I dragged Tina across the room to her en suite bathroom where I propped her up against the toilet. She waved her hand in my direction.

"Go 'way; I'm gonna be...." she groaned and moments later she was!

Chivalrous to the last I found her a drinking glass and filled it with water; then squatted beside her and held her as she emptied her system of excess brandy. Eventually I got her to rinse her mouth with the water and finally lifted her up and carried her out to her bed.

"I'm gonna sleep now," she mumbled, "....g'night."

Oh well – that was that apparently – but I couldn't just let her lie there on top of her bed.....

At least she was only wearing her shorts and a t-shirt and a pair of knickers so it didn't take me long to strip her down, roll back the bed, slide her into it and cover her up. Actually there was no way I wanted to cover her up – totally relaxed, she looked amazing.

Despite her far-from-sober condition, her face was happy and calm. As I looked, one leg was slightly bent sideways giving me a perfect view of her cute little pussy. A pussy that was shining with wetness but Tina was so far out of it that when I eventually slid my finger down between her smooth slippery lips, she didn't even move.

I was cursing under my breath as I realised that Tina had been utterly ready to be fucked – her hole was all primed and eager for my cock to plunge into her body. As I spread her lips a bit further I could see that everything was liberally awash with her sexual fluids – she'd have cum the moment I'd got my cock into her – she'd have been a totally hot fuck.




Half Way to Paradise



But instead she was asleep to the world and all there was left for me to do was to cover her up, kiss each nipple and then her lips, turn out her light, open her door and leave, shutting the door on what should have been some licentious incestual relief.

But even I was well oiled and I hardly remember my head hitting the pillow.

In the morning she was gone – off to her workout, somehow. That exercise session was going to hurt, I thought to myself and how she managed to get up so early on top of all that booze, beat me.

I at least could delay my departure until I'd recovered and had some breakfast but I was reluctant to leave. Reluctant because of the unfulfilled business and I knew that we wouldn't have another chance to get together until at least another few weekends had passed. Damn and double damn!!

I couldn't resist a quick look in Tina's room before I left – a kind of visual reminder for me.....and there on the floor was a pair of her knickers – the same ones she'd been wearing the night before, if I wasn't mistaken. 

Swiftly they were pocketed although not before I held them to my nose for a good sniff; the aroma of aroused femininity was still strong and I felt my cock lurch.  I'd find a better use for them some time later......

I was home in the regulation two hours and almost as soon as I logged into the internet an email from Tina popped up.

She was full of apologies and promises and warmth and I was warm in my reply although I did remind her that she ought to replace Dad's brandy! I also expressed my regret that I hadn't been able to stay longer if only to say goodbye to her, not actually stating the real reason, however.

But this was the first email in which either of us had brought up the subject of our growing sexual arousal and closeness....although I couldn't bring myself to mention her missing knickers.

However, somehow the intimacy barrier had been broken and over the next few weeks our messages became ever more erotic and personal, culminating in Tina sending me a full frontal selfie. I couldn't leave it at that without returning a good close-up of my very erect penis, naturally!

The weeks flew by and with just a few days to go I popped over one evening for a 'business meeting' with Tina to check that we'd got everything under control.

And yes, we'd been diligent in our planning – we'd both got a full complement of all the necessary documents which we now brought together under my care. There was little or no chance of any social or sexual interaction on this visit and with our parents at our elbow we kept things clean and above board, so to speak.

The taxi had already been booked for the roughly three hour journey to Heathrow Airport and finally it was all done – all we were now waiting for was for the days to pass – and they seemed to take so long.

But suddenly it was 'go' and there was just that last minute feeling of almost panic in case something has been forgotten, but a double check revealed nothing.

Nevertheless it was with some trepidation that I locked the door behind me and trundled my cases out to the taxi but gradually my worries faded as we left home further and further behind.

It seemed silly in a way to go by taxi to my parents' house and then on to Heathrow but no way was I taking my car – I'd probably get lost in the car park! So the taxi took the strain – and on our return it was planned that Tina and I would go back to my place (our flight would arrive back in the middle of the night) and then on to our parents' at a more reasonable hour.

Tina was at the gate, all smiles and laughter and happiness and as she slid in beside me I felt that we were finally about to make things happen and in the taxi we snuggled together; my hand holding one of her breasts while one of her hands clasped my penis.

I won't go into the interminable delays; the queues; the bustle; the worry over our luggage and so on but all of a sudden we were in the aircraft and then, after another age had passed as we slowly taxied to take off – suddenly we were in the air and on our way!

Relief flooded through me, enhanced by Tina's hand clutching mine as we ascended – and finally we could both smile contentedly, almost as if we knew exactly what the next few weeks would bring.

We'd decided to include a stop-over in Dubai if for no other reason that I wanted to see the Burj Khalifa, some 2,700 feet tall and it didn't seem all that long before we were descending towards the dizzying spires of the city and the incredible manmade landscape and seascape. 

And once again, I won't go into our sightseeing in Dubai, fascinating thought it was, because that's not part of my story but I will add that we kept well apart while we were there.

So I'll pick it up again after we'd been back in the air for a few hours.....

We were dozing quietly when an announcement was made.

"This is your captain speaking – I'm sorry to say that we have developed a small technical fault....nothing serious but we have been advised to return to Dubai. Arrangements are being made to transfer you all to another plane......"

Oh what fun! Bloody hell!

Tina and I looked at each other with something like horror in our eyes. Because, in Dubai, with their strict rules, we hadn't even dared to hold hands or kiss, let alone get sexy.

And that was just the start – what could go wrong went wrong, time after time.

We were delayed for almost 36 hours.

The replacement plane had to stop to refuel in Singapore – necessitating another overnight stay; but in shared rooms....shared, that is, with other people!

The next leg was to Sydney – some 2,000 miles from our destination – and once there we were advised not to travel up north because a powerful cyclone was bearing down on the area.

We flew up to Brisbane in the hope that things might improve – but they didn't – north Queensland was more or less on lock-down until further notice and even the flight to Brisbane wasn't without it's drama as a passenger suffered a heart attack and died right there in his seat.

And us? We were shunted from pillar to post and from one shoddy hotel room to another and back with our luggage chasing us; no-one's fault really but why us! All fates were against us, it seemed.

Eventually I had enough – I kind of blew my top which wasn't like me at all.

Contacting the resort I managed to extract a promise of a free replacement holiday to be taken some time in the next twelve months and our travel insurance covered us for a fair amount of the wasted journeys so we had two choices. Stay in Australia somewhere different or return home and do it all again at a later date.

In view of all that had gone wrong we had no appetite to stay – we'd had enough and could only think of going home. I even felt that any hope of a relaxed time had gone, so the original value of the holiday was already lost and we made the decision to return without delay.

And I need hardly tell you that the return was carried out perfectly – a good flight with only a refuelling stop – no delays at all and even our luggage had caught up with us.

But it was eleven at night before we cleared customs and collected our luggage and eventually got hold of a taxi and some three hours later we were at my gate – at last.

The house was quiet and lonely but it was home – it wasn't moving and it wasn't about to be hit by a cyclone and it was our secure base. I wandered around my home almost as if I'd forgotten about it, refreshing my memories as I went and eventually I felt that I was comfy once more so I returned to the lounge.

Tina was still there, perhaps in a sense of shock, so I walked up to her and wrapped my arms around her from behind.

"We're safe," I said simply, "Home – home is where the heart is."

Tina swivelled in my arms until she was facing me.

"I feel safer now than I have all week," she said, "My heart is definitely here."

She pulled me tight to her and kissed me – a quick kiss at first but as we clung together another kiss seemed the right thing to do – and then another longer one and then we were glued together; our slippery wet lips locked; our tongues savouring the texture of our teeth and of each other's tongues; our saliva mixing freely along with our breath.

We pulled apart panting wildly.

"That's better," said Tina, "I needed that" and I agreed wholeheartedly as our lips met again.

This time our hands were busy too, exploring the contours of our bodies; me cupping her buttocks and pulling her shoulders closer to me; her running her hands over my shoulders too and down and around my waist. Things were starting to get more urgent now; our hands were wandering into ever more exciting places; I'd managed to get one hand between us to hold and massage a breast while Tina had, almost inevitably managed to find my penis.

"Bedroom!" I managed to say and leaving a litter of clothes behind us we advance on the big king-sized bed of mine and collapsed onto it.

"Oh God yes!" moaned Tina as I extracted one breast from its confines and began to squeeze and caress it, "Oh yes, yes – please don't stop!"

"Hang on," said Tina as she reached behind her and suddenly her bra fell loose and her stupendous breasts were there for my delectation.

I rolled her over onto her back so I could attack them more freely and it took no time at all for me to clamp my lips onto one rubbery little protrusion while I held the other in my fingers.

Tina was squirming under me as I lay half over her to better enjoy her breasts; her wonderful pliable, plump pillows just made for a tit lover like me!

"Wait – wait a bit," said Tina as she wriggled her knickers off, "Oh that's better! Come and love me Bobby!"

As if I wouldn't do just that!

I left her slippery nipples and slowly slid down the bed, raining kisses on every part of her body as I went. Reaching her belly button I stuck my tongue inside and wriggled it around and as she jerked around I made the most of the movements and flipped her over onto her front.

Tina gasped as I did so and then began to groan as I started my kiss-quest down her back, following her spine from her neck right down, down, down until I found the cleft of her bum.

"Oh no!" moaned Tina, not really meaning it as I slid my tongue between her cheeks making Tina shiver with erotic pleasure.

"Oh God, yes," she moaned as I reached one arm under her pelvis and lifted her rump up towards me. Quickly I dragged a pillow down and positioned it under her. Slowly I returned to my journey, allowing my tongue and lips to slide down until finally the tip of my tongue touched her puckered asshole.

"Ooooooh nooooooo!" moaned Tina as I flicked my tongue over her flesh, "Aaaaaahhh!"

And while I was busy with my tongue I slid my hand down between her legs and moments later I was cupping her pussy.

"Please, please," cried Tina as I touched her clitoris, "Oh yesssss – there! Yes – there!"

I slid two fingers up alongside her clit and rubbed them gently against her little protruding erection, causing her to groan and moan constantly and all the while my tongue was laving her asshole causing it to undulate and pulse in and out.

"No more, no more," groaned Tina but I wasn't finished, not by a long way!

Because with my hand over her pussy and my fingers at her clit I now pushed my thumb steadily yet smoothly into her wetted asshole, aided by my copious saliva.

"Aaaaagh!" screamed Tina, not from pain but just from the sensation, that was obvious. Because as I pushed inwards, so her ass seemed to suck my thumb inside and I felt my thumb being squeezed deliciously.

"Ah – ah – ah!" cried Tina, "You're making me cum – ooooh I'm cumming! Oh you sod!"

And she was off on a wild exciting orgasm – a release that I'd never witnessed in her before. Her hips were rearing and bucking; her thighs were crushing my wrist and her ass was massaging my thumb as if to suck the life from it.

"Oh – oh – ohhhhhh!" she cried as another strong spasm ran through her then slowly and gently I let her slide back down from her peak, removing my thumb and my hand from her body.

I rolled her over onto her back again and looked down at her lovely body – a body that was now glowing pinkly; that was heaving as she breathed, her breasts cushioned out over her chest, her legs slightly apart – a body that would have looked perfect as a centrefold in a porn magazine.

She was just so ready for fucking!

"You've still got your trousers on," said Tina accusingly, "get 'em off – now!"

"Shit – so I have," I said, having completely forgotten about that end of my body.

And as I pushed my trousers down, something hard in the back pocket rubbed against my hand and I pulled it out of the pocket.

It was a small brochure for the resort we never reached – Paradise!

I held it up and showed it to Tina before I threw it away and she laughed.

"Hah – paradise is where we are!" she said, "This is paradise!"

'Oh well,' I thought, 'We'd made it almost all the way to paradise – so near and yet....'

"Yeah," I growled as I pushed my underpants off my legs, "It's about time we got there. But who needs paradise – I'd rather have you."

And finally Tina and I were both completely naked together and as I wriggled back up the bed Tina rolled towards me and our lips met once again but this time our bodies did too – from lips to toes.

"Oh my darling, I've so wanted you," Tina moaned, "All this time – ever since I was old enough to know about life and love."

"You were never in my mind because I didn't really know you," I said, "You were just 'the brat' to be avoided but now – wow!"

"You're going to make love to me, aren't you Bobby," Tina said, wrapping one leg over my hip and trapping my penis tight between her legs.

"We shouldn't should we," I said, "its incest – we can get done for this!"

"So bloody what!" said Tina, now rubbing her breasts against my chest, "If that's the case we should have gone down months ago when we first got to know each other and since we didn't we might as well be hung for a sheep as for a lamb!"

I laughed but I had to admit that she was right – we passed the 'illegal' post ages ago.

"Speaking of going down....." I said, "Excuse me!"

And with that I squirmed out of her embrace and slid down the bed, spreading Tina's legs wide as I did so – she didn't object, even when I climbed over one thigh and settled myself with my face poised over her sex.

"Shall we start?" I said humorously, "Right – here we go!"

So saying I lowered my face downwards, my eyes closed; my stretched-out tongue finding her navel for the second time in my life. Tina shuddered as I touched her – she was coiled up and ready to erupt at any moment..... I heard her suck in a long breath through tight lips.....

Slowly I worked my way downwards, running my tongue in little circles over her taut abdomen until the taste changed – I'd arrived very close to her cum-splattered pussy. Now I moved carefully down one side, my chin brushing against her slick flesh, my tongue sliding in the groove where her thigh joined her body until I felt my nose slide over her pubic mound.

I crossed over and began running my tongue up her other thigh, kissing her body as I went until Tina was moaning loudly and shaking as if she was icy cold and shivering – but she wasn't – she was steaming hot instead!

And finally I allowed my kissing lips to touch her lips, parting them with my tongue – eliciting cries of ecstasy; bubbles of fluid secretions and thrusts of her lust and desire.

"Oh my God – oh my God!" she kept repeating, "That's good – so good – you'll make me cum again – oh, oh, oh Goddddd!"

She wailed as she orgasmed once more, her body bucking under me, thrusting her pelvis up at my mouth. Her legs were wide apart now as were her vaginal lips, welcoming me in – inviting me to penetrate her.

With only my tongue I did just that – sliding swiftly on a bed of slippery juices to probe inside her little tight hole. She tasted like heaven – smooth and syrupy, warm and erotic were her juices on my tongue and in my mouth.

"Stop it – stop it!" she wailed, not really meaning it because she was holding my head in place!

Anyway, I hadn't finished – I hadn't even reached her clit yet! But I left her hole and allowed my tongue to slide upwards once more, so slowly that Tina once again began to buck her hips towards me as I neared her hot little clit.

For once I opened my eyes and there before me it was – an inch or so of reddish aroused throbbing tissue in a sea of smooth cum-coated pink flesh – and in a flash I grasped it between my lips!

"Aaaaaaahhhhh!" screamed Tina, "Oh yesssssss!"

And she was off again – another orgasm blasted through her body, shaking her to the core as I sucked her clit into my mouth. I let my teeth scrape gently over it and Tina moaned deeply as I made love to her body.

"Come up here," she said, panting quickly, "Come inside me now – please!"

My rampant penis was all in favour of that idea and as I slid up the bed above her, I felt him slide eagerly into the slot – the starting gate. We managed to kiss as I made my cock slide around to ensure that he was well lubricated, although I knew that he'd become self-lubricating some while ago and wouldn't have any trouble in entering, but first.....

"Condom?" I asked and Tina shook her head.

"No way – I want you to be all mine, skin to skin," she said dreamily, "You're mine now Bobby darling, aren't you?"

"Could we be lovers?" I asked, meaning could we live together and Tina nodded.

"More than lovers Bobby – I want your baby," she said sweetly, "I'll never love anyone as much as I love you and I'm getting on a bit now so it's time I started a family. So will you help me?"

It was a bit of a shock to think of becoming a dad but I was ready – and I couldn't ask for a better partner so I nodded too.

"Come on then lover – push!" she said and her hips lifted towards me, capturing the end of my penis in her hole.

And push I did, slowly and gently but realising that here was an experienced woman who was able to accommodate my length with comparative ease.

"Oooohhhh, that's better," groaned Tina as my penis filled her hot vagina, "Just leave him there for now."

Obedient already I did as I was asked, although from time to time my penis jerked all by himself, sending shock waves through us both until Tina started to use her vagina on me.

I looked her in the eyes and we were both glittering with excitement as we started into the final phase of our love-making.

"I love you Bobby," said Tina, her eyes swimming with tears, "I love you so much!"

"And you Tina; if only I'd known...." I said happily, "It's going to be so good together."

For a while we didn't move – instead we allowed our inner body to take charge; muscular spasms and twitches only; pulses and waves of tingling passion; tiny involuntary movements that sent huge waves of lust and love through us, until we could stand no more.

"I'm ready," said Tina eventually, "Love me."

"Oh God, yes," I said as I started to move in and out of her hole; her hot flesh grasping my pole, sucking me back inside her. And I felt her hips somehow spread even wider – she was opening herself up to me completely – offering her very core to me as I began to move a bit faster.

Soon our bodies were slapping together, a fine spray of fluid particles of our combined sexual juices coating our loins; a coating of sweat covering both of us as we clung together and fucked. Harder and harder we thrust; faster and faster came our breaths; more and more frenzied became our movements until, with a final flurry I froze. Rigid – until my ejaculatory system unloaded.....

"Oh – oh – oooooooh!" I cried as I felt my long pent-up discharge erupt inside my sister's vagina – inside her womb, for all I knew.




Half Way to Paradise



"You're cumming! You're cumming," cried Tina, "Give me your cum – fill me – love me – oh Bobby! Yes – yes – yes!"

I couldn't stop – spasm after spasm thrust my penis into her and with each spasm another gout of sperm squirted from me, unloading what felt like months of love into Tina's core; into her frantically sucking vagina; into her welcoming womb.

And Tina was off again – yet another powerful orgasm was causing her cunt – her sucking, fucking machine – to squeeze and suck the last of my sperm from me.

Physically I felt trapped as her muscles gripped my penis tightly; mentally I felt released as I realised that this was what we'd been working up to for ages.

And then it was ending, we were winding down from the heights of our orgasms until we were able once more to just rest – me still on top of my sister, my incestuous cock still buried inside her willing vagina, her arms and legs still wrapped round me.

"Phew!" we both said as we each erupted in a gale of released breath and happiness.

"Oh God – I needed that," said Tina as she slowly released her grip on me.

"That was good," I replied, "Not just good – that was awesome!"

Moments later Tina was once again holding me tight as tears flooded her face again. I felt worried for a moment but Tina spoke.

"Oh my darling – I'm so happy," she said, "I'd been worried that we'd never get it together but now that it's happened, all I want to do is to do it again and again!"

"Don't worry about that!" I replied, "I'm up for it!"

And down there my penis throbbed once more – ready and willing to do it all again!

"Can we make it together?" asked Tina, "Can we really be lovers?"

I nodded happily.

"Lots of room here," I said with love, "Anyway, you and I will only need one room!"

"And one for the babies!" said Tina laughing, "I wonder if I'm pregnant already?"

And she was; and we eventually had two lovely boys and we did settle down together, although we kept a mocked-up room just in case our parents ever visited and we were happy, blissfully happy. 

Even my book took off – it was snapped up and the advanced royalties were even better than winning the lottery.

And Paradise? 

Well, we got half way there but then we found it at home and it was better than the real thing!



Half-Way



Nancy gulped. There were other questions but they seemed trivial now. 'Why had he bought the restaurant? Why had he changed the name of the town? Why had he addressed Mr. Tuttle as 'mayor'? Most important, what plans did he have for her son?' 

She sat the empty glass on the desk and said goodbye.

"They came back!" Joshua burst out in his usual ardent way as he came through the door.

"That's such good news," Nancy chided him. "It would be better news if I knew who you were talking about."

The news was that Peter had walked into the restaurant about 7:30 that evening and had nearly fainted. The place was crowded with customers and everyone was so busy that they had not noticed him. Patty, one of the new waitresses had asked if he would like to sit at the counter or would he prefer to wait for a table. Joshua had rescued Peter and introduced him to Patty. He then yelled out, "Look who's here." But most of the diners were strangers and didn't take notice. Harry came out of the kitchen and greeted Peter who was still in a state of shock. 

Joshua was animated and with delight as he related how Peter had looked around in wonderment. He took in everything. He pointed to the new sign and the expanded parking area. He had even walked through the kitchen and saw the new tile floor and dish washing machine. Peter had shaken his head in amazement. "Incredible," he said as he counted the empty seats on one hand. "How did you do it?"

He went home and got Ruth who was there unpacking from their extended vacation. He showed her the new menu and guided her to the banquet room where a new chandelier lit every corner of the crowded room. Ruth scoffed at the white table clothes and the white lace aprons the waitresses wore over their new black uniforms. However, she clutched the new menu like a it was a child that needed her care. She even gave Joshua a pinch on the cheek when she saw him in his tuxedo.

Harry had the top down on the white convertible when he paid them a visit to say goodbye. 

"You're leaving this a better place Harry," Nancy admitted.

Joshua was misty eyed when he greeted his friend and admired the car. He noticed the New Jersey license plates on the front and back bumpers and pointed them out to his mother.

"I'm not really a convertible kind of guy," Harry laughed. "But it was either this or put that new dish washing machine in the back of my truck. They couldn't afford to keep both and pay for all of the improvements to the cafe too. They will have their hands full but I expect they will do fine. Ruth knows she can't take days off any more and Peter has taken to the new menu like an old friend. "

"After all you have done, I'm surprised that you settled for just the car. It was nice of you to agree to let them take the restaurant back," Nancy said.

"There was one other concession," Harry smiled, showing his uneven teeth.

"Oh? I thought there must me more," said Nancy.

"The town fathers agreed to change the name of the settlement. One word is to be added to the bill boards." Harry watched the mother of his friend and thought, 'what an attractive women, too bad I'm not sticking around.'

"Yes?" Nancy cupped her hands together excitedly. "Do we have to squeeze it out of you?"

"Almost," said Harry. "'Almost' is to be added before 'Half Way' on the signs. 'Half Way' was not correct. The highway to the east is six and a half miles from here, while the one to the west is only five and a half miles, the truth in advertising and all that, you see," he said, smiling.

"But we've always called it 'Mid Way,' that means we have been wrong all along," Nancy said.

Harry gave them one last smile as he got into his new car and said, "Things are not always as they seem."

{My thanks to Angel}