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Greg's Story

By: Hamar



I know now that not all stories have a happy ending. I wish mine did, but it doesn't and this is hard for me to put into words. It's been a year and five months since she has been gone. How do you really tell others of the desires of your heart, or the most intimate details of the life you had with someone? But the story must be put into words, for my own healing. After all these are just words here, but what I lived with her was real, vital and genuine! 

We were two years 4 months apart. My mother had died giving me the gift of life but due to the fact I was her first child and the labor had been long and intense, her heart failed and I came into the world without a mother to nurture me or to love me.

Her father had died in Vietnam. A hero's death on the battlefield had been his fate. Her mother was only 19 when she learned of his fate and the fact that she would be bring forth a child so soon in life, unwed.

When I was 4 our parents met and fell in love. They were married 2 years later and a new family was formed from the ghosts and the ashes of the past.

As we grew up together, our family grew stronger. The pain of the past was replaced with love. Our mother, Wendy, loved me as much as she loved her own daughter. My father likewise, treated my stepsister as his very own. From their union love, respect, and caring can to fruition and our family grew stronger with every day that passed.

My sister, Marja, was two years younger then I. Marja had retained her father's last name of Petroski. She was really my stepsister, but through the years we came to think of our family as a natural entity. We had both been too young to know our natural deceased parents.

Marja was a real beauty for as long as I could remember. Her long light brown hair was down to the middle of her back. Nightly for as long as I could remember, she would brush her hair before she went to bed. Sometimes she would come into my room and sit while we talked, watched TV, or studied our school work as she brush her long, luscious light brown hair.

As Marja matured she soon became a very popular girl with the boys. By the time she was 16, the phone was always ringing for her.

Marja and I were very close about as close as any natural brother and sister could be.

During the summer, our family would spend three weeks in the mountains. Our parents had a cabin on the Naches River. Marja and I would often take day hikes to some destination for the day while our parents either joined us or ventured off on their own.

I had just graduated from high school that summer. Marja was entering into her junior year. She knew that her body was blossoming. She had been a merciless tease all year long, and I had been her target.

We had hiked up the Naches to a falls. It had been a 7 mile hike and we were a little tired and hungry. We decided to eat our lunch before returning to the cabin.

The day had been very warm. It was mid August and it was over 90 degrees out in the sun. I was in shorts and a t-shirt. Marja had been wearing short shorts and a tank top that revealed her maturing bosoms and her luscious young body. 

"Greg. I want to take a swim. Will you keep an eye open for me?" She asked.

"All right." I said and lay back on the huge smooth boulder and took in the sun. My eyes were hidden behind sunglasses and I began to close my eyes and relax. I decided that a short nap was in order.

I heard Marja gasp as she stepped into the water.

"Greg!" She called to me.

I sat up.

"Come on!" She yelled to me and splashed some water with her foot in my general direction.

My eyes widened as I saw her nude body near the edge of the pool as she dove into the water.

"Come on!" She urged me again and then she took a few steps closer to me and tried to splash me again. Her breasts no longer were under the water. Her nipples were poking straight out. She stood there for a moment in all of her glory, until she realized that I was staring at her.

"Naughty!" She teased and gracefully turned around and dived back into the water.

I stripped off my clothes quickly and ran to the pool and waded out into its depths. 

"Brrr!" I hollered. The water was very cold. It was snow run-off from up in the mountains.

Marja walked over to me and put her arms around my neck. The water was up to my mid-chest as she pushed me under and held me there for a moment and then swam away.

"Got you!" She giggled as she squatted in the shallows. A smile brightened her lovely face.

"Yeah. My turn now." As I rushed towards her. She squealed as I cornered her against a bolder. She tried to duck under me, but I caught her by the waist and picked her up and threw her away from me into the deeper part of the pool.

She stood up, brushing the hair from her eyes and smiled.

"I'll get you for that." She said and splashed water in my direction. She stood her ground as I swam towards her.

"No more. I give." She said. Her voice was soft. She wrapped her arms around my neck and we stood there.

"You really are a nice brother." She said. I looked into her blue-green eyes, mesmerized her seductive smile.

"Right now I wish I wasn't your brother." I confided to her.

Marja placed her head on my shoulder and we remained like that for a few moments.

She stood up straight, her chin barely above the water. She untwined her fingers and took my hands in hers. Placing my hands on her breasts, she looked into my eyes.

"We're not really brother and sister, you know." Her mouth formed a seductive smile.

"Marja I know. But..." She interrupted me with a kiss. It was a soft kiss. Not the passionate soul consuming kind.

My hands were still on her breasts; her hands over mine holding them in place as she looked into my eyes again.

"Greg...some day I am going to be your wife." She said and her hands went around my shoulders again. Her face was serious.

My excitement was evident. She nestled her body closer to mine and we stood there for awhile. Both of us not willing to break our hold on the other. Marja wiggled against my erection and moaned.

"I see someone is happy." She teased me. Immediately I was embarrassed and removed my hands from her breasts and stepped back. Marja had maintained her hold on my neck and again a mischievous smile crossed her face. She dunked me again, pushing my head down under the water. When I was able to stand up and wipe the water from my eyes, she was already walking towards the shore where our daypacks and towels were.

She opened her pack and pulled out a towel and was drying herself as I walked up to the shore.

She threw me her towel and as I was drying myself, she had already put on her shorts and tank top.

"Water cold?" She asked me and then snickered.

As I finished drying, Marja's eyes remained fixed on my shriveled manhood. She had won today's teasing contest, I said to myself.

After we had eaten our sandwiches, Marja lay her head in my lap. We chatted as I stroked her hair.

"Marja. You were teasing earlier, right?" I asked her.

"Depends." She said.

"I mean when you said... you know." I hinted.

"Maybe." Her eyes were closed. She was sunning in the afternoon warmth.

"Yeah right." I said.

Marja turned her head and looked up at me. Her eyes opened and a serious look was on her face.

"You don't believe that I think you are the nicest person I have ever met? Greg, we may have been raised as brother and sister, but my feelings for you are anything but sisterly! Most of the girls I know would kill to trade places with me! They all think that you’re such a hunk." Her tone was serious and she sat up as she spoke and turned to face me.

"I want to kiss you again." She simply said and placed her hands behind my head and pulled me towards her.

Our lips met and my tongue pried her mouth open. Our tongues met and we played tongue tag as the kiss increased its intensity.

Marja was the first to break the kiss. Her face was flushed and she was panting lightly.

"You are a good kisser; I'll have to admit that much." She said trying to catch her breath. 

"I think we should head back." I said. We needed to stop this before it went too far. Not that I didn't want to continue, there were some lines you just didn't cross. Marja was 16; I would not take advantage of that.

Marja nodded and I got up off of the big flat boulder we had been sunning ourselves on. I helped her up and then jumped down off of the boulder. Marja handed me our daypacks and we prepared to hike the 7 miles back to the cabin.

"You didn't like my kiss?" She asked as we got back onto the trail heading to where our parent's cabin was.

"Yes I did. But that's not why I wanted to head back." I said.

Marja was walking beside me as we hiked. She took my hand and held onto it.

"Greg...I want you to know that I have never done anything like this with a boy before." She said softly.

I stopped walking and turned to face her.

"You mean you're a virgin!" I asked her, amazed at her confession. Marja was never without some boy wanting to date her.

She nodded. "Yes I am." She bit her lip after she admitted this to me. The look of amazement on my face must have shamed her because she turned her eyes to the ground by her feet and blushed.

"Marja you don't need to be ashamed of it." I said to her softly.

"I'm not. Not really. It's just that...well...I was hoping that you would be my first." She admitted.

I was really shocked, but I was also touched.

"Marja I am 18! That means that I could get in a heap of trouble. No way! Besides, mom and dad would kill me."

Marja nodded and let loose of my hand. She turned and ran down the trail sobbing as she ran.

"Marja!" I called to her.

When I arrived at the cabin, Marja was already there. 

"Hi." She said, "Looks like I beat you back." Gone was the hurt in her eyes. She was smiling.

"Hi." I said and went into the cabin to let the folks know I was back.

Dad and mom were in the kitchen preparing some steaks for dinner. Dad would grill them later.

Mom was sitting at the table with a glass of wine, chatting to dad when I walked in.

"Greg. Would you start the barbeque for your father?" She asked. 

Mom was a beautiful woman. It was easy to see where Marja got her beauty.

"Sure mom." I replied and dropped my daypack on the shelf by the door.

"Here honey. Take these potatoes out with you. Once the coals have started, throw them in. Please." She said.

"All right." I said and grabbed the potatoes.

As I was building a pyramid of briquettes and dousing them with lighter fluid, Marja sat down next to me on the ground.

"Greg." She called to me softly. 

I turned to look at her. A tear was falling down her cheek.

"What is it Marja?" I said concerned.

As I brushed the tear away from her cheek, she spoke. "I'm sorry I ran away from you. But I really did mean what I said." Her voice broke up as she spoke.

"Marja, you are a beautiful young woman. I am really honored that you feel the way you do about me, but I am 18 and you are 16. Right now that just doesn't add up. I'll tell you what...when you turn 18 and if you still feel this way, and then we'll continue this conversation then. Okay?" I said and kissed the tip of her nose.

She smiled, nodded and held my hand tightly for a moment.

"You're right of course." She stood up, wiped her eyes with the back of her hands and trotted off to the kitchen where our parents were.

"Greg!" Marja called out to me. I was still in bed. She stuck her head in through the door and smiled.

"Let's hike up to the hot springs." She said.

I rolled over onto my back.

"What time is it?" I asked.

"It's ten, sleepy head. Time to get up and take me on a hike." Her voice was bright. 

'Damn she looks so fresh.' I thought to myself.

Marja was wearing a bright yellow tank top and some matching shorts. Her face was freshly scrubbed and she definitely looked fine first thing in the morning.

"Come on! Get up." She said brightly.

"Yeah. Okay. In a bit." I said and rolled back over.

Marja charged my bed and threw herself on it.

"Ouch!" I yelled as her knee landed in the small of my back. I was more startled then hurt.

"Sorry!" She said, then straddled me and began to tickle my sides.

"Cut it out!" I said, trying to turn over to get her off of me. But she had spread her legs too wide and getting her off of me would not be an easy task. My bed covers had me wrapped up, and with her knees either side of my pelvis, I could not free my hands.

"You give up?" She asked me.

"In a pig's eye!" I retorted to her.

"Oh really?!" She laughed and tickled me some more.

"Okay! All right!" I yelled.

"Really?" She asked me.

"Yes. Uncle." I said.

"Gee you're not very much fun." She chided me then lay down on the bed next to me. I turned on my side to face her as we lay on my bed, side by side.

"You sure are cheery this morning." I commented.

"Yes. Mom and I talked last night." She said.

"Oh? What about?" I asked.

"Well...that's for me to know. But if you want to find out, then I guess you'll just have to take me up to the hot springs." She said and began to get up off the bed. Right after she got her feet on the floor, Marja turned and bent over. Her hand touched my right cheek and she gently turned my head to face her.

"I do love you Greg." She said and kissed me as her hands touched both of my cheeks.

The kiss was short but intense. My friend began to react. My dear stepsister was drop dead sexy first thing in the morning.

"See you in a bit." She whispered into my ear.

Marja had breakfast ready for me. Cereal, coffee, and apple juice were placed on the table. As I came into the small kitchen, she was just pulling the milk out of the refrigerator and setting it on the table.

"Morning." She said, her voice cheerful.

"Morning. Where's the folks?" I asked.

"They went into town to get some worms." Marja said.

Dad liked to fish. There were a lot of good spots on the river and mom would sit next to dad and talk his ear off after he had cast his pole. It was their way of getting away and frolicking in the woods.

"Oh. Looks like we're on our own." I said.

Marja had eaten breakfast already so she sat at the table and stared at me as I ate my breakfast.

"Greg...about yesterday. I just wanted you to know that I wasn't trying to tease you. Whenever you want me, I'm yours. I mean it."

"Marja...that doesn't change anything. I mean, I am still 18 and you are still 16. I only wish that we could live this out. You are so very..." I was searching for the right word, "You are such a desirable young lady, that if I am not careful then I could end up getting into a lot of trouble over you." I explained.

"You really think that I am desirable?" She asked me.

"Oh yes!" My groan was a slight exaggeration. Marja was pleased by my comment and leaned over to kiss my forehead.

"Thank you. You are so sweet. But I still reserve the right to tease you mercilessly."

The hike from the trailhead to the hot springs was three miles. We drove to the trailhead in my car. When we arrived at the hot springs, Marja plopped herself on the ground.

"I'm beat. Hey! Looks like we got the whole place to ourselves!" She said.

I walked past her and put my daypack on a rock that was shaded by a large Douglas Fir. Today was even hotter then the previous day. It was over 100 degrees.

"Man I wonder whose bright idea it was to go to the hot springs on such a warm day?" I teased Marja.

She just lay in the shade and ignored my comment, but a smile crossed her face. I knew that her mind was whirring and she would have a comeback.

"Well, I was just thinking about how much your who-who shrunk at the falls yesterday. I was afraid that it might shrivel and fall off if we went back there again today." 

"Well thank you for your concern, my dear." I said in mock sarcasm.

"Well I do have your best interests in mind." She said defensively. We both laughed.

The water was warm. It was fed from a small underground spring that was heated from an underground fissure. A small stream from the mountains also fed into the hot springs making the springs temperature tolerable. The closer we moved to the stream, the cooler the water temperature was. Once I found a suitable spot, I stripped down to my swim trunks and lay on the boulder that had been smoothed by centuries of water and wind erosion. I lay on my stomach as the sun beat down on my back. The warm water covered my body, but the rock was slanted so I could roll up my clothes and use them as a pillow. 

Marja was in the center of the pool swimming. The pool was about thirty-foot by three hundred feet long. At the center of the pool, the depth was about twenty feet deep. We had been here many times with our parents. Two summers ago, while Marja and I played, mom and dad had snuck off into the woods saying they were going back to the car for a moment and we should remain here. Marja and I were curious and followed them once they disappeared into the woods in a direction opposite of the trail. We weren't fooled.

Dad was carrying a blanket and mom had her hand across his back as they walked. Once they found a clearing away from the trails, dad laid out the blanket and mom stripped off her clothes and lay on the blanket completely naked.

"Greg...what are they doing?" Marja asked me.

I said nothing but remained still and watched as dad took off his clothes. His erection sprung out as soon as he dropped his shorts. Mom smiled up at him and patted the blanket next to where she was laying. Dad lay down next to her and mom turned on her side as he lay down on his stomach.

I could barely hear them speak.

"I'm glad we're finally alone." Mom said.

"Me too. Oh my you look fine lying there as naked as the day you were born." Dad said. Mom pulled dad closer to her and they kissed. Mom had been laying on her back with her legs crossed. Now as dad leaned over her and kissed her hand went to her tummy. Mom's legs spread further apart at his touch.

"Oh Phil...Yes." She hissed as his hand touched her in her private spot.

Dad turned his body until his head was over her belly. His mouth went to her skin and he began a series of nonstop kisses as his head moved up and down her belly. He finally moved a bit and then his mouth went to one of her breasts as he sucked on it.

Marja was seated next to me as we hunkered down behind a bush.

"What are they doing?" She asked. She was 14 that summer.

"You've taken sex-ed. Figure it out for yourself." I whispered to her.

Her eyes got wide as she realized what she was witnessing.

"You mean they're having sex?!" Her words came out in a series of questions.

"Yes. They're married. Let's get out of here. They have a right to privacy." I said.

I stood and started back. Marja did not move but remained where she was. Her eyes fixed on our parents.

"Marja!" I hissed to her but she waved me off.

Now that we were back at the hot springs, the memory of our parents played out in my mind. Marja swam over to where I had planted myself on the rock and splashed me.

"Knock it off." I said, warning her that I was only interested in lounging in the sun.

"What a butt!" She said and swam off. But she returned a few minutes later.

"Greg remember mom and dad two years ago. When we followed them as they went to that clearing by the big rock?" Marja asked me as she hauled herself up on the rock where I was laying.

"Yeah." I said not moving.

"You know what they did?" She asked me.

"No what did they do?" I said sarcastically to her. She was beginning to bug me now.

"Daddy stuck his thing into her. Mom looked pretty excited as daddy was on top of her. She also looked really beautiful after they were finished. I have never seen her look so happy as she did after they were done."


Greg's Story



This is a fantasy story of Greg and his Mom, with a little life experience included.

All characters are 18 years and over.

One weekend just after my 18th birthday, Mom and I were home alone. My Dad worked long hours and often didn't get home for days at a time. This left Mom and I a lot of time to keep each other company. Because of these circumstances, I didn't like to leave Mom on her own too much; I hated for her to feel lonely.

Mom was 39 and although she was still in the average build range, she had a beautiful bustline, about 38D I think. She had shoulder length ash blonde hair and bright green eyes that sparkled when she smiled. She stood about 5' 6" and had a fairly voluptuous lower body.

As I said before, I had just turned 18 and was fairly well built; standing at 5'11" with a well defined body and muscle tone from playing sports. I also had ash blonde hair maybe a little lighter than Mom's, from being outdoors a lot. I had the same green eyes as she did. In other words, I was my mother's son in every way - but one.

This particular weekend we were home together because a very bad storm had been forecast and I didn't want to leave Mom alone. Dad rang to say that where he was they had already begun to feel the effects of the storm and that he would not be home for 2-3 days as it was flooding.

Mom cooked dinner and then we watched TV for a while. Mom decided that she had better get the lanterns ready just in case we lost power. She distributed them around the house and then said she was going to bed.

I stayed watching TV for another half hour or so and then decided I would also go to bed. 

After finished my evening ablutions, I climbed into bed. Within minutes, the wind built up and it started raining so hard, it sounded like a giant was walking on the roof. A few more moments and the thunder and lightning began. It seemed to go on forever. 

While this was happening, I noticed my bedroom door open. It was Mom. 

"Can I come in with you Greg?, that storm is frightening me so much."

"Come in then Mom, come and climb in beside me."

I didn't realize at the time that my Mom only had on a sheer baby-doll nightie and pants set. She slipped under the sheets with me and snuggled into my back.

"That feels better baby, I can hold onto you when the thunder sounds. Those bangs are so horrific, I don't think I have ever heard it so loud."

"That's cool Mom, just snuggle down and we will keep each other you company."

I lay there on my back chatting to her for about 15 minutes and then she leant over me and kissed me on the lips.

"That is for being such a wonderful son, Greg."

"Anytime Mom, you know I love you and wouldn't ever say no to you for anything you asked."

Mom lay there with her hand resting on my chest, and slowly began to rub my nipples and over my stomach. She kissed me again on the lips, but much harder this time and attempted to push her tongue into my mouth.

"Oh Mom, what .........? ."

"I am just thanking you for all you have done for me over the years darling. You have been a model son and I appreciate it so much."

"I would do anything for you Mom, and you know that."

We lay there for a few more minutes and Mom became restless. Her hand slowly worked its way down over my stomach towards my groin. I just lay there wondering what was going to happen next.

I had been out with a few girls and even though I wasn't a virgin, I still hadn't really enjoyed a good sexual encounter with any of them.

As Mom progressed to my groin, my prick started to grow. I am only about 7 inches long but about 3inches thick, and I think it is quite an acceptable piece of equipment.

Mom continued to play with my prick until it had reached it full length and width, and then threw the blankets off both of us and worked her way down kissing me as she went and then began to lick and suck the head of my prick. 

"Oh Mom, that feels so good."

"Ssh babe, just lie back and let you Mom do the work. I have wanted to do this for a long time. I have missed the sexual side of marriage because your father is never here, and when he is, it is just a quickie because he is too tired. So please let me fulfill my fantasies with you, if only for this one night."

"Mom, I will look after you any way you want. You know I love you."

Mom then went to work on my cock with her sweet, soft mouth. Her lips felt like velvet as she sucked and licked my rigid pole and nibbled on my balls. This went on for about 10 minutes and I knew I wouldn't be able to take too much more before I let loose a load of cum.

"Mom, before we go any further, you must let me give you some pleasure too."

With this, I turned her over onto her back and slid down between her legs. I parted them wider, like a flower opening. I then lay there and saw that garden of Paradise that I had initially come from 18 years ago. She had a v-shape bush covering her mound, the same ash blonde as her hair. I started to tenderly examine the layers of my Mother's glorious cunt. I licked her labia lips until she squirmed under me, then caught her clit between my lips and teeth very gently and gradually brought her to an intense level. Although she kept begging me to let her cum, I kept teasing her for as long as I could. At last I realized that she wouldn't be able to hold out too much longer. I then started to suck her clit harder and harder.

"Ooogh Greg, suck me darling, suck your Mommy's cunt and make me cum. I need it so badly."

I couldn't reply as I had a mouthful of her clit and cunt, and I worked my tongue into that Vale of Eden, all the while sucking her cunt.

"Oh, I'm going to cum, she cried." 

"Cum for me Mom. Let me drink all that sweet fluid from you."

"Yes baby, get ready cause here I cum." With that she filled my mouth with the most divine nectar that I have ever tasted.

"Oh, my baby, that was so good. I have needed that for so long."

"Well Mom, any time you want that or anything else, just you come and see your Greg."

She laughed, and said, "I will, I will."

We lay together for a while longer. In the meantime, Mom had her hand back on my prick and of course, he started to grow again.

"You want some more Mom."

"I think you know what I want now darling."

Mom worked on my cock a little more until he was fully extended and ready for play. When I was as hard as a rock, she straddled her legs across my body and slowly inserted my cock into her wet and willing pussy. She sat there for a few seconds while she adjusted to the feel of my prick inside her, and then started to rock back and forth with her beautiful breasts hanging down close to my face. I took one of her nipples into my mouth and gently suckled on it while my fingers played with the other breast. I kept changing sides and Momma was really enjoying the attention that they were getting. All the time, I could feel my prick going up and down in her velvet pussy, trying to drew out all of my love juice. 

"Greg baby, I am nearly ready to cum, she whispered, will you cum in me at the same time?"

"Oh Mother, I can't hold back too much longer either, I want to load you belly with my sperm and I want you to experience the best fuck of your life."

"Oh Greg, I'm cumming baby. I love you so much/"

"Yes Mom, and I love you just as much, and I always will."

After the two of us settled down and lay talking quietly. I turned to Mom and said, "Mom, I want this to continue happening, whenever we can, do you agree."

"I also want you to time your next few fucks with dad along with mine, because I want you to have my baby."

"Greg, if that is possible, I would love that too. I am sure I can organize sex with the two of you close enough that you Father wouldn't know that the baby wasn't his. As far as I am concerned, I want to work towards that goal too. That would be so wonderful to have another child. After all you are our only one up to now."

My Mom went on to have another child, a little girl who we called Charlene.

The relationship with my Mom and myself continued for 30 odd years, even after I had married. My wife knew of my relationship with my Mom but never doubted my love for her. We had two children of our own, a boy and a girl. My wife passed away at the age of 58 from cancer. My Mom also died of cancer at the age of 74 and I loved her until that day and still do. 

I am left with the memories of two beautiful ladies who graced my life, and three wonderful children who are now grown and married and make my life happier with my grandchildren.



Greg's Story



"Marja...you mean to tell me you watched the whole thing?" I asked. I couldn't believe that she would stay there and spy on them.

"Yes. I couldn't stop watching. It was so...they were wonderful together. I never saw two people do it." She admitted.

"Marja...that was wrong. I told you then that they deserved their privacy. I certainly wouldn't want someone watching my wife and me if we were making love." I scolded her.

Marja said nothing. She knew that I was right and my words had shamed her. We sat on the rock, not speaking for another hour or so. I even fell asleep for awhile, that is until my back started to ache from the arch in it. I turned over onto my back. Marja was lying on her towel. She had undone her swim suit top and was sunning herself only five feet or so from me.

"You’re awake." She said.

I sat up and caught a glance at her ample breasts as she pushed herself up onto her forearms.

"Yeah." I said, still staring at her perfect breasts.

"Like them?" She asked me and lay on her side to face me.

"Nice." I commented. Marja got off of her towel and walked over to the water's edge and waded in. She was topless. She walked over to the rock where I was laying and stepped up on it and straddled my body.

"Do they look as nice up close?" She asked. I knew that she was trying to tease me.

"Yep. Even better." I said.

Marja sat on top of me.

"Wanna know what mom and I talked about?" She asked me.

"Okay. What did you and mom talk about?" I asked.

"You." She said.

"Oh?"

"Yeah. About how much I'm going to miss you when you go to college. I really am, you know." Her voice was soft as she spoke.

Marja had remained squatting on my crotch as she spoke to me. Her bare breasts bobbing slightly as she spoke, then her hand brushed my groin.

"No shrinkage today. Looks like my I had a good idea." She said a seductive smile was on her lips. She ground her crotch into mine and she wiggled a little. That did it. I was definitely hard now.

"We had better stop this now." I said.

"No. I want to see it." She said and her hands went to my belly. With her fingertips she raked my skin ever so slightly. My body jumped at the sensation.

Marja leaned foreword and now was on her knees. She unzipped my swimsuit and my erection sprung out.

"Greg...it's so big. Big and pretty." She cooed. She took it into her hands and touched the head. I tried to cover myself but she pushed my hands away.

"I'm not going to hurt you." She said.

"Marja...if anyone comes up here, I could get in trouble." I tried to tell her.

She pouted but she knew I was right and she got up off of me. I quickly zipped myself up.

We ate our lunch and headed back. We got to my car at 3 and were back at the cabin by 4. Just in time for dinner. Tomorrow we would return back home. In two weeks I would begin college. Marja would go back to school and this summer would become a memory.

I did go to the University. I was enrolled in the Engineering Program and stayed in the dorm there. On weekends I came home. Just after Thanksgiving holiday I had met a girl, Chrissie Hargrove. She was in three of my four classes. Because we had most of our classes together, she suggested that we study together. This lovely redheaded creature enraptured me. Chrissie was 5'5" tall (to my 6'2"); her long red hair was nearly to her waist. She had firm full breasts and a butt that made any man want to look as she walked past. A few freckles accented her milky white skin, but her soft face and those large green eyes were what first hooked me. 

Chrissie had grown up in the eastern part of the state, near a town called Ellensburg. So being that she was from out of town, I was more then happy to show her the sights of my native Seattle area.

Our first real date was on a Friday three weeks before Christmas. We went out to dinner at a seafood restaurant on the waterfront and then to a movie.

"Greg, what are you doing during the break?" She asked me when I brought her back to her dorm.

"Going to spend Christmas with my parents." I said.

"Oh. I'm not going home. There's nothing for me there." She said. The dorms would be locked during the break so she would have nowhere to stay.

"Come on home with me." I said. I knew a little about her history. Her mother was widowed and she was a real piece of work. She slept with any man she could and spent her life in the bars and backwater holes. Chrissie's father had died and left her a trust fund, which she was now using to go to college.

"Only if you're sure it's all right." She said.

"I'll double check, but I'm sure that it'll be fine." I reassured her. She stood up on her tiptoes and kissed me. It was our first kiss.

"Come inside?" She asked and held out her hand to me.

I took it and she led me inside and shed her coat. She immediately went to the refrigerator and pulled out two cold Miller's. She handed one to me and I popped the cap and took a long swig of it.

"Thanks." I said, even though I wasn't much of a drinker. I set the beer down and removed my heavy jacket then sat down next to a desk in a straight back chair.

"My roommate is 21. She's out tonight with her boyfriend. I think she's getting married this summer. Looks like I'll need a new room mate next year." Chrissie sat on my lap and put an arm over my shoulder.

"Greg...I don't want you to think that I'm too foreword or anything but I really do like you. I look foreword to each of our classes everyday and the chance to be with you." She said.

"That doesn't sound foreword to me." I said. I put one arm on her back and her head snuggled closer to mine.

"Then spend the night with me." She whispered into my ear.

The biggest smile crossed my face. This was a dream come true!

Chrissie stood up, put her beer on the desk next to the chair where I was sitting and took off her sweater. The static electricity snapped as the sweater was pull over her head and her long red hair puffed out. She wasn't wearing a bra. Her breasts were firm and full. 

Chrissie took my hand and I stood up. She reached up and kissed me. Her tongue darted into my mouth.

"Are you just going to stand there?" She asked.

I unbuttoned my shirt and she undid the buttons on the sleeves and pulled the shirt from me and laid it on the chair where I had been sitting. I removed my undershirt as she continued disrobing herself. When we had completely undressed, Chrissie gave me an appraising eye.

"I thought there was some muscle under all of that clothing." She said and smiled. Her hands went to my chest and she kissed my right nipple with her tongue.

I moaned as she began to suck on it gently. By now my cock had really sprung to life. 

"Looks like someone else is feeling neglected." She said.

Chrissie led me to a bed and she motioned me to sit on it. I did and she knelt before me between my legs. With one of her hands she grasped my erection and began to stroke it.

"I'm no virgin. But I'm not a slut." She said and engulfed my erection with her mouth. As soon as she had it in her mouth, a long moan escaped from my lips. Chrissie looked up at me and our eyes met. Her head began to bob up and down but her eyes remained fixed on my face.

She continued giving me head for about two or three minutes. Soon I felt the urge to release. My stomach muscles tightened and Chrissie's hand went to my nut sack and she touched them lightly. That did it! My whole body began to tremble as the spring in my loins unwound and I unloaded my seed into her mouth. She did her best to swallow all of it, but I had caught her by surprise and much of my sperm began to trickle down her chin and drop onto my crotch. When the spasms in my groin ceased I lay back on the bed.

"Greg...you need to warn a girl before you unload in her mouth." She scolded me.

"Sorry. I'm not very experienced." I apologized.

"Forgiven." She said and crawled up on the bed and lay on top of me.

"Was this your first time?" She asked me.

"No. There was a girl in high school. She was my first, but it was clumsy and not very satisfying for either of us." I confessed.

"I was raped. So the same goes for me too." Chrissie confessed to me.

My hand went to her face. "I promise that I'll treat you with respect, Chrissie." I said.

"Greg I knew from the very start that I would be safe with you. You don't have a mean streak like a lot of the boys do back home. I told you that my first time I was raped. I was. But not by a boy. It was one of my mother's one-night stands. He was drunk and mom was passed out. He came into my room when I was 16 and forced himself on me. Mom didn't believe me when I told her that her friend Jerry did it. It damaged me for a long time and that's why I don't want to go back home during the break or ever again. I didn't want to go out with boys during high school. Now that I've met you, I want to be with you." She said and kissed my chest.

"I'm sorry, my sweet Chrissie. I didn't know." I told her and wrapped my arms around her. We lay there for several minutes.

"Greg would it upset you if I told you that I didn't want to do anything else tonight. I just want to sleep next to you and feel your skin against mine?" She asked me.

"Chrissie we'll go at the pace that you want to set. I am not going to do anything that you don't want me to." I assured her.

She kissed me again and we fell asleep on top of the bed. 

Chrissie woke me in the morning with her mouth. She was kneeling between my legs and licking my erection.

"Ahhh!" I gasped and sat up in bed.

"Morning." She said and returned to her work.

Without another word spoken she continued to suck, lick and rub me to a blissful climax. This time I was barely able to warn her before I shot my load into her mouth.

She lay next to me and stroked my head.

"Greg I want you to know that you are the first boy I have been with willingly." She said and stuck her tongue in my ear.

I put my arm around her and held her to me. I could think of nothing to say, although I wanted to tell her everything. 

"I love you Greg." She whispered into my ear.

"I love you too."

"Greg...I'm ready to go all the way with you. But first I need to tell you that I am not using any birth control and we need to do something about it." Chrissie was talking very softly next to me. I was stroking her tummy and kissing her breasts.

"Let's go out to breakfast and then we can stop by a drugstore and get some condoms." I said.

We did and we spent the rest of the weekend studying and making love. The only time we left her dorm room was to eat.

Chrissie did come home with me for Christmas break. Mom and dad immediately made her feel at home. Marja eyed her with suspicion at first but accepted her soon enough.

That night Chrissie and I went out to a movie.

"Your sister doesn't like me." She stated as soon as we got into my car.

"Why's that?" I asked, surprised.

"I don't know. But I know the look. She's jealous."

"That's ridiculous."

"No. I know the look." She repeated.

"Chrissie, Marja and I are very close but there is no sexual thing between us. Even if she is my stepsister she's too young." I said.

"Perhaps but she's got a thing for you."

I knew that I would have to talk to Marja. This had to stop.

Chrissie was given my bed. I would sleep on the couch in the family room while Chrissie stayed at our house. Mom liked her immediately and she and Chrissie were at the kitchen table chatting while I was helping dad put up the tree.

Marja can in from outdoors and hung up her coat and joined mom and Chrissie at the table.

I looked at her as she passed me and said, "I need to talk to you alone, later." 

She shrugged and continued into the kitchen.

"Well, it's not as nice as last year's but it will do." Dad said once we got the tree inside the house and the base fixed onto it.

"Yeah but this one is blue spruce. Last year we had a pine." I said.

"That's right. I forgot about it. I guess this one is nicer." Dad said and turned and put his arm around me.

"Son I think we need to talk. Chrissie is a nice girl and all but I think that you should watch your step with her. Are you and she...ah, having relations?" He asked me.

"Gee dad, yeah. We are." I admitted.

"Son, I know that this is none of my business but I'm concerned. I'm not a prude. But just be careful, both of you. You're both so very young and all. I just don't want to see anything happen that could ruin your futures." He said.

"Dad. I am careful. We both love each other and as for the rest, we have agreed that we would let time tell." I said.

Dad patted my back and said nothing more. He knew that he had spoken to me and he had done his fatherly advice thing.

I went into the garage to wash my hands of the sap from the tree. Dad has some hand cleaner in there by the deep sink. As I was working in the hand cleaner, Marja came into the garage.

"What did you want to talk about?" She asked me.

I washed off the cleaner and dried my hands on a shop towel.

"Marja, Chrissie thinks that you are jealous of her." I said.

Marja bit her lip and looked down at the floor.

"I am." She said in a small voice.

"Marja, you're my sister. Not my wife, lover or anything else. I care for Chrissie. A lot." I told her.

Marja looked so small and dejected at that moment.

"I don't want to talk about this." She said.

"No problem. Just knock it off and respect my feelings for her." I said. I was a little bit angry with her.

"Okay. I'll behave myself. But remember...I'm the one who's going to marry you." She said defiantly and stormed out of the garage.

"What's wrong with Marja?" Mom asked as I came into the kitchen to get a cup of coffee.

"Guess she's not in a good mood." I said and sat at the table next to Chrissie. 

Mom got up from the table and followed Marja as she went to her bedroom and slammed the door.

"What was that all about?" Chrissie asked me.

"I told her to knock it off and that I really cared for you." I said and quickly kissed her eye.

"I really care for you too." Chrissie said and touched my face. "Let's do something." She suggested.

We arrived back home at midnight. I kissed Chrissie as she headed upstairs to my room. I went to the closet to get the pillow and some blankets and headed off to the family room. Mom and Marja were in the kitchen talking as I walked in to go to the family room.

"Greg." Mom called me.

I threw the bedding on the couch and came back in to the kitchen.

"Marja and I have been talking about her future. We had a long talk today. She told me a lot about you and her and her feelings about you." Mom began.

I eyed Marja suspiciously.

"Honey...I'm not mad. Marja has told me that she wants to marry you someday. She asked me if it was incest. I told her that it wasn't. Greg...I also told her that you had a right to pursue your own happiness and that she should not be jealous of another girl whom you happen to bring home to meet us. She has agreed. But if the two of you, I mean Marja and you, should in the future find out that you do want to be together, I will give you my blessing. I have known for a long time that the two of you have a special bond. Far beyond that of a brother and sister. I think that that is something special."

"Sorry Greg." Marja said.

"Me too. Marja you are special to me. You will always have my unrequited love. Chrissie is special too. I do care for her very deeply." I said.

"I know you do." 

Marja stood and hugged me. Mom smiled as she saw that her two charges were sincere.

"Now I think that it is time that we all go to bed. Goodnight. I still have some shopping to do for your father and I need to get it done early before he knows that I'm out and about." Mom said and kissed the two of us gently on the cheeks and headed off to bed.

The remainder of our vacation was filled with good food; lot's of love and family fun. I could tell that Chrissie felt right at home with my family. Her and Marja even went out shopping together while dad and I watched a football game.

I had gotten Chrissie's present the day before and had already wrapped it for her. They were a pair of pearl earrings. Mom had suggested them to me when I had taken her shopping the morning before. She woke me up and asked me to drive her. She wanted to talk to me.

So we talked. We talked about Marja. We talked about Chrissie. 

"She's a winner, honey. I could see her as my daughter." Mom had said.

Mom knew that my emotions were mixed. On one hand, there were my feelings for Chrissie. It was so fresh and new. Chrissie made me feel alive. But on the other, there was my long-term devotion to Marja. I was so confused.

"Greg, believe me, it will all sort itself out in time. Don't try to force anything. If you and Chrissie are meant to be, then the two of you will be together." She said.

"Thanks mom. So what are you getting dad?" I changed the subject.

"He's always wanted a motorcycle. So I'm going to get him one. I finally got enough money saved up to buy it and I'm going to do it before I change my mind." She said.

"Cool! What kind?" I asked.

"He's always wanted the type that he could take off road. I guess they're called dirt bikes? Anyways, I'm getting a Suzuki 350 for him. I hope he likes it." Mom said.

"He'll love it." I said in agreement.

"Good. Then I'm going to get it."

My mom was 37 that Christmas. She was still a very good-looking woman. She worked hard to stay fit and trim. It was no wonder Marja was the enchanting young creature she was. Mom’s blonde hair was barely to her shoulders and she kept it back in a French-braid most of the time so her face wasn't obstructed by her hair. I will admit that mom had a lovely face and a small turned up nose.

As we got dad's bike and arraigned for it to be delivered at the house that day, mom asked me if I'd like to have breakfast with her. We went into a Denny's to eat. There were a few men at the counter by themselves. I could tell that mom was pleased by the smiles she received from the men as she passed them.

"You can still turn a few heads." I said as we sat down at a table. It was self-serve seating today. The restaurant was quiet and only a handful of customers were inside.

"Maybe. But I care only about the reaction of one man." She said.

"I know. He really loves you."

"Greg. Since I met your father, all I have ever cared about was him. I have had my chances to fool around. Maybe I shouldn't tell you this, but you are an adult now. Honey, your father is the sexiest man I know. I just wish that we could have had a child together. Oh my!" She blushed, "I think I want to continue this conversation with him." She said and smiled.

"I understand mom." I said. My parents were never afraid to their love to each other. There had been a rule in our house. If their bedroom door was closed, we were not to disturb them. So mom's remark to me came as no surprise to me.

We got back home before dad was awake. Mom was very happy that she was able to pull this off without him knowing it. She was smiling as she headed to their bedroom.

"Shhh!" Her finger went to her mouth and a smirk was on her face as she went into the bedroom.

I headed off to the kitchen to make some coffee. Chrissie was up, sitting at the table in her robe and nightdress.

"Where were you?" She asked.

"Mom and I went out to get dads present. Then we had breakfast. I was going to ask you if you wanted to come along, but you were sleeping so peacefully." I said.

"I wish you would have. I've been sitting here for the last hour bored out of my mind. I went into where you sleep, but you were but you were gone." She said.

"Sorry. I won't leave you in the lurch again." I promised.

Chrissie got up and came over to where I was. I had just finished pouring water into the coffee maker.




Greg's Story



"Kiss?" She asked me.

I bent over and kissed her as she offered her mouth to me. Her arms wrapped themselves around my back and she clung to me.

"Greg, I need you. I'm going out of my mind. It's been a week and we haven't made love in all of that time." She spoke softly so her voice wouldn't carry.

"Let's go out. I think I have enough to rent a room for the day." I suggested.

"Okay. But I still need you. Now!" She took my hand and led me into the garage and closed the door behind us. 

"Come here." She commanded me as she untied her robe and lifted her nightdress up to her waist.

I picked her up and set her on the edge of a storage cabinet. Chrissie undid my belt and unzipped my pants. She grasped my erection and guided it between her legs. She was already very wet and I was drawn into her moist depths easily. Her legs went around my waist as she held onto me tightly.

She gasped as I went all of the way in and began to move against her. 

"Ohhh!" She gasped softly. Then her eyes shut tightly and her nails dug into my shoulders.

"Greggg!" She hissed. Her first climax was coming very quickly. 

We maintained our fast pace. Another climax, then she relaxed a bit.

"Come in me, Greg. Please!" She spoke with all urgency.

I pounded away at her for a few more seconds. Then it was my turn. I picked her up off of the cabinet and grasped her by her butt and unloaded a torrent of my hot sperm into her. She held onto me as tightly as she could.

"Yes! Yesss!" She hissed into my ear as she felt my liquid warmth flowing inside of her.

I set her back onto the cabinet and slowly we untwined our bodies from one another.

"That's what I needed." She said as she pulled down her nightdress and got down of her perch.

"Thank you and don't worry. I used some spermicide this morning after I got up. It is supposed to last for 8 hours." She said and stood up to kiss me as we headed back into the kitchen. The relief was evident on my face. My dad's warning came back to me. 


"I'm glad you were on the ball."

Marja joined us shortly after we sat back down at the kitchen table.

"Morning." Chrissie said.

Marja smiled and poured herself a cup of coffee.

"Morning. Mom and dad woke me up. They are going nuts upstairs." She said.

It was true. Even from this part of the house we could tell that they were otherwise engaged in some serious lovemaking.

"Mom and I went and got dads present this morning. She bought me breakfast afterwards. She got pretty worked up when we were talking." I said.

"You guys are so lucky." Chrissie said.

"Why?" Marja asked.

"You have parents that truly love each other. I don't. My father was killed when I was 7. All that I have left of him is a trust fund that is putting me through college. I wish I had him instead. My mother is a drunk and a whore. I hate everything that she stands for. I just wish you two knew how much I envy you." Chrissie said.

Marja was touched by Chrissie's confession.

"I'm sorry for you. But I do know how lucky I am. My father was killed in the war shortly after I was born. Greg's mom died giving him birth. But if anything should ever happen to the two parents I know have, it would devastate me for a long, long time." Marja said. She had taken Chrissie's hand and held it as she spoke.

"I didn't know that you two had already lost one parent. Greg never said anything about it." Chrissie said.

"That's because he loves the one's he has now. To both of us, these are our parents. He is my brother, and I am his sexy, hot little sister." That made Chrissie laugh. 

"Thanks for making me feel so welcome here, Marja." She said.

"Well I guess if there's a possibility that I might be your sister, then I should probably try to get along with you." Marja said in an agreeable tone of voice.

"I never thought about that. Maybe someday." She said and smiled up at me.

I had never been so happy as I was at that moment. Chrissie was everything that I had ever hoped for in a woman.

Well Christmas vacation came and went. Dad got his dirt bike; Mom got a new diamond pendant and some very nice dresses from dad; Marja got a nice used car, her very first; Chrissie got her pearl ear rings and a very revealing dress from mom and Marja; and I got some clothes, a stereo and a book of poetry from Chrissie. 

After that, Chrissie became a permanent part of our family. She would phone Marja weekly. Things got very serious between us.

Chrissie had begun taking birth-control pills and we didn't have to mess with condoms, creams or foams any more. It was at her urging that we moved off campus and into our own apartment and we did find a small one-bedroom apartment during our spring break.

By the end of the year, I had gotten Chrissie an engagement ring and we announced our engagement to my family. Chrissie had broken all ties to her mother by now.

My parents wanted to celebrate our engagement by taking all of us out to dinner. Mom had asked Chrissie where she would like to go. Chrissie chose the seafood restaurant where I had taken her for our first date, the winter before.

As we met at the restaurant, Marja walked in with my parents. She was wearing a long crushed velvet green dress. My little sister was becoming a world class beauty. Even Chrissie, who was wearing the dress that mom and Marja had given her for Christmas, commented on how pretty Marja was.

As we ate our meal, I asked dad if he would mind if Chrissie and I used the cabin for a week. Finals had been brutal and I needed to relax away from the U-District for a week.

"No problem. There's some canned food, but not much. Just make sure you get the key and turn on the fridge when you get there. You know the rest." He said.

"Thanks dad. I'd like to show Chrissie around up there. There are so many nice places to go up there." I said to her.

"Thank you, Mister Eastlander. I promise you that we will leave it clean and tidy." Chrissie said. She had put her arm through mine, then hugged herself closer to me.

"I look foreword to having you alone for a week." She said.

"Well, I just hope the weather is decent. It's not even summer yet." I said.

"You two will stay with us in August?" Mom asked.

I nodded, "Mom I wouldn't miss that for anything." I said.

"Good." She said and smiled at the two of us.

The weather was rotten during our stay at my parent's cabin. Chrissie and I pretty much stayed indoors and lounged around. I had been able to get us some beer, even though I was 20, and we grilled steaks and drank the beer the second night.

We slept in mom and dad's bed. It was the largest, a king-size. I awoke after noon that day, groggy from having drank 9 beers the night before. 

Chrissie was already up, and came into the bedroom wearing only her house shoes and a grin.

"Breakfast is ready and so am I." She said and threw back the covers from the bed. I was wearing only my boxer shorts.

"It's in the oven on low. I think we have time." 

She kicked her house shoes across the room and bent over me and kissed my belly. I was aroused immediately.

"My what do-o-o we have here?" She cooed as she began to kiss lower and lower until I lifted my hips and Chrissie pulled my shorts down to my ankles.

Her mouth encircled my hard-on and she gobbled it down, bobbing her head as she moaned and groaned. Of course, my own moans and groans drowned hers out. Just as she sensed that I was about to unleash a massive wad of sperm, Chrissie stopped and laid herself on the bed next to me.

"Greg...I want you. Goodness, I am so shameless. Put it in me. Now!" Her words were a plea.

I turned around and got myself positioned over her body. Her hand went between our legs and she grasped me. I slid in easily, she was very wet.

"Yess! Honey...harder!" She screamed as I began to move back and forth. 

I picked up the pace; Chrissie was moaning loudly and bucking her hips against me.

"Greg...Gre-e-g!" She screamed. I felt her cervical muscles gripping my hard-on. I was getting close myself. 

Chrissie's hand began moving down my back. Her fingers grazed the crack of my ass. Then I felt one of her fingers just on my anus. 

She was still bucking and moving in time with my every thrust. She had drawn her knees up until they were almost to her chest.

"Honey." She moaned again. Then I felt the tip of her finger as it dug into my hole. As another orgasm shook her, her finger dug deep in to my bowels as she stimulated my prostate gland. That did it for me. I came so hard and so fast that I yelled out from the intensity of the orgasm.

Chrissie held me as I blacked out. I was like a drunken man, unable to hold myself up. I collapsed on top of her. She stroked my head and talked softly to me, telling me how much she loved me.

"I can hardly wait until we're married." That was the first remark I remember her saying.

I kissed her. "Where did you learn that one?" I asked.

She smiled. "From a book your mom has." 

"Yeah right." I said. I thought she was kidding me.

"Did you like it?" She asked.

"I don't know. I mean I don't like something up my butt, but then I never came that hard in my life. It was so strong it actually hurt a bit. But it wasn't pain. It was just really intense." I admitted.

"It’s called a prostate massage. When it is done during sex, the prostate empties itself almost completely. I guess it works. You're already leaking out of me. Time to get up." She said and tapped me on the shoulder.

I hauled myself up off of the bed. My sperm was gushing out of her. Chrissie had to hold herself to keep it from going all over the bed.

Chrissie rushed into the bathroom. I followed her and turned on the shower. She joined me in a moment or two after she had cleaned herself up.

"I love you Greg." She said and hugged me as she joined me.

"Love you too baby." I said and kissed her on the eye.

We did make the hot springs that day. After the drive and hike, we were only able to stay for an hour or so before we had to hike back to the car. I bought Chrissie dinner that night at a nice restaurant down in town and we returned back to the cabin.

"You thought I was kidding when I said your mother had a sexual technique book here. Well, here!" She threw the book into my lap.

I had been lying back on the bed listening to the radio and drying my hair.

I picked up the book. It was entitled 'An Adults Guide to Sexual Stimulation and Advanced Technique' by some German author.

I thumbed through it and handed it back to her.

"Sounds stimulating." I said.

Chrissie smiled, and opened the book up to a particular page and jumped onto the bed beside me.

"Here. This is what I want to try sometime." She said and showed me a page with a drawing.

"What is it?"

"Well look." 

Chrissie held the book up to me. The illustration had the man lying on his back with the woman on top of him facing his feet.

"Its called goose flying south." She explained.

"Goody. Let's try it now." I suggested and reached for her.

"Hands off buster." She said, and smiled. "I started my period at the restaurant." 

June turned into July; and July into August. We stayed with my parents and Marja for the last three weeks of the month at the cabin again. Marja was maturing into a very beautiful woman. It seemed that every time I saw her, her body had developed some more. I could not believe the transformation she had undergone since Christmas.

Finally, our summer was gone and Chrissie and I had to return to our small studio apartment and back to campus life. Again this year we did our best to schedule our classes so we could be together. This year would be harder then the last. More physics, more math, and more tech classes awaited us.

The fall quarter went well for both of us. We were both able to maintain a 3.4+ average. Winter quarter would be tougher still but we stuck to it and grilled each other before tests, and made sure that the other understood some concept, and so on. To Chrissie and I, this was a joint effort.

Finally, Thanksgiving was here. As we packed our suitcase that morning, Chrissie dropped the dress she was folding and rushed into the bathroom. I heard her retch a few times and went in to investigate.

"You all right?" I asked.

She nodded, "I think it was that salad I ate last night. Sulfates do that to me." She explained and went to the sink to wash.

"I'll be fine, honey. Don't worry." She smiled at me from the mirror.

I went back in to the bedroom and finished my own packing. She came back out and went to the phone and made a call.

"I've made a doctor's appointment. It's at noon. We can go to your parent’s house after I get back." She said.

I had been watching the TV and must have fallen asleep. Because the next thing I remembered was the phone ringing.

"Greg?" It was Chrissie.

"Yeah." I said.

"Honey, I'm done here. I'll be home in a few minutes. Greg...we need to talk. It's important. See you in a few. I love you." She said and the line went dead. Now she had me going. Very seldom had Chrissie said anything like that to me. If she said something was important, then she knew that she had my attention.

I went back to the bedroom and got our suitcases and placed them by the front door. When Chrissie got back we could go straight out to the car and leave. 

My mind was still on our conversation when I heard the loud crash outside and then our building shook. I ran to the window and lifted up the blind. A woman was screaming outside. I threw on my jacket and went outside to investigate. The main entrance to our small apartment building was demolished. A car had wiped out half of the apartment adjacent to our second story apartment.

I tried to see if anybody was inside, but the tangle of debris was too great and opted to go out the back door and cut around to the front. A siren sounded off in the distance. Someone was sobbing as I came out onto the street. Then I saw the carnage. A car had been coming down the one way street and had struck a parked car and then had spun around and hit our building.

Some men were trying to get to the driver who was still inside of the running vehicle and I stepped a little closer until a saw a crumpled figure on the ground. It was a woman. Her long red hair was lying in a pool of blood.

"Chrissie!" I yelled and rushed to her.

A man grabbed me and held me against a chain link fence.

"Don't." He said, "The paramedics are on their way. You could..."

"That's my fiancé!" I yelled at him and pushed him away from me. Just as I knelt on the ground a police car pulled up.

"Step back. Sir. Step back." He told me in a commanding voice.

I nodded and went to the fence.

The cop knelt over Chrissie's crumpled form and felt for a pulse. The Paramedic van had just arrived and one of them went over to her. The cop and the medic spoke a few words and the medic went back to his van and got a blanket.

The cop helped the medic as they spread the blanket over her lifeless body.

"Sir." The policeman asked me, "do you know this woman?" 

I nodded.

"Sir I need to be able to identify her. Can you help me? Her next of kin needs to be notified."

"I am her only kin." I said. Then the pain began. It would not stop for another nine months.

From what the police had been able together at the scene, a woman was driving her car at a high rate of speed down the arterial and had struck the parked car. She was killed outright when her head struck the steering wheel. She had been drunk and was not wearing a seatbelt. As the car spun around, it had struck Chrissie throwing her 20 feet. The car then careened into our apartment building and stopped there.

Chrissie was walking in a lighted crosswalk when she had been struck. It had happened so fast that she could not get out of the way. She never knew what happened and was dead before her body hit the ground.

I was with the police until after 6 P.M. I was taken to Harbor View Hospital where some grief councilors talked with me. By the time I was finally cut loose, I was numb.

I went to the nearest phone and called home.

Marja answered the phone.

"Marja." I sobbed.

"Who is this?" She asked.

"Greg."

"Greg?! What is it?" There was alarm in her voice.

"Chrissie.... She’s dead." I said.

"What?!" She asked, "where are you?"

"Harbor View." I said.

"I'll be right there. Don't go anywhere. I'll find you." She said. 

I hung up the phone and walked to the waiting area. I covered my face and sobbed.

Marja found me 90 minutes later. Gently she took me by the arm and led me out to her car.

"Greg what happened?" She asked me gently.

"A car killed her." I said. She face was soft as she listened to my explanation of the events.

"Oh...Greg! Poor Chrissie!" She cried out and held my head against her breasts.

"Let me get you home." She said. "Mom and dad expected you earlier."

I was a mess when Marja finally got me home. Mom and dad were sitting in the living room.

"Mom! Dad!" Marja called to them. 

Mom came out to and met us by the front door.

"Where's Chrissie?" She asked, then saw the look on my face and a look of concern crossed her face.

"Greg? What's wrong?" She asked me gently.

"A car killed Chrissie. I picked Greg up from Harbor View. You were gone." Marja explained. 

Mom rushed to me and wrapped her arms around my head.

"No!" She said and cried out.

By now dad had joined us and a look of real alarm was on his face.

"What is it?" He asked.

Marja explained what I had told her as she drove me home.

"Greg...I'm so very sorry." He said and hugged me. There were no more tears to shed. I began to sob loudly.

That Thanksgiving was a very solemn occasion. My folks had made arraignments for Chrissie's funeral. She would be buried in our family's section of the cemetery. During the next week, the coroner had contacted me and told me that my fiancé had been three months pregnant when she had died. I was shocked.

As I went back to our apartment and packed our things up, with Marja's help, the pain was just too great. Our building had been condemned and Marja volunteered to help me get our things.

"Marja...she was pregnant. Why didn't she tell me?" I asked her.

"Greg...I do know that she loved you. There was nothing phony about that. But I remember you telling me that she said she needed to talk to you when she got home from the doctors. She was probably going to tell you then." Marja said. Marja was probably right. Chrissie would never with hold anything from me.

I went to the kitchen and pulled out the garbage pail. I was going to throw out the garbage. We had pretty much-packed away most of the possessions that Chrissie and I had acquired in our year of being together. Then I saw the box on top of the garbage. It was a pregnancy test kit. The type that is available at any drug or grocery store. Inside of the box was the kit. It had been used and the test was inside of it. A positive sign was highlighted on the test strip.

"Marja." I called out. She rushed in to where I was. I handed her the test strip.

"She knew." Marja replied.

I had dropped out of college for the rest of the year. I could not go on as I had been. Dad asked me if I'd like to work for him awhile and I accepted. My father had his own business. He was a field consultant for various mechanical contractors. It was from his love of his work that I decided to follow in his footsteps and choose engineering as my profession.

Just before the Christmas holiday, dad and I went to Spokane for a job he had. There was a large construction project at the Air Force base there. I had just turned 21 and dad decided that we would do a guy thing that night.

"Son, going to take you out tonight. Shake some of them blues away." He said as we were getting ready for work that day.




Greg's Story



"Okay." I said. Now it had only been a month since Chrissie had died. I wasn't exactly emotionally stable yet, but working with dad did take my mind off of my woes. The work utterly consumed me; a lot of mental thought and calculations were essential in this field. Dad double checked my work and found that I had a knack for it. Within a couple of weeks he began to give me larger assignments. Finally, after a month, he left me alone and let me do my work, occasionally checking my calculations or asking me what I would do if this or that should occur.

We went out to dinner that night. Dad was not a very big drinker. In fact at the most I have seen him maybe have two beers or mixed drinks in one day. But that night, after our dinner, we went to a nice bar and the two of us got mindlessly drunk.

From what I can remember of the evening, I talked a lot. All of the hurt and pain I was feeling came out that night. By morning, a giant weight was lifted from my shoulders. I know that it seems strange, but it was true. Maybe I was able to accept the loss of Chrissie. The next step was learning how to deal with her loss.

Dad and I got back home the day before Christmas. Mom and Marja were at home, busy decorating the tree and baking cookies. I got our bags out of the car and took mine to my room and went back for dads.

"How'd he do, Walt?" Mom asked as I was coming out of the garage.

"Great. He's a natural." Dad said as I passed him. 

"Come here, honey." Mom said and held her arms out to me.

"I'm so proud of you. I know that this has been a very hard time for you. We all loved Chrissie very much. I think you know that and I know we all grieve her loss. But you, I am so proud of you and the way you've held yourself together." She kissed my cheek and hugged me.

"Mom, I couldn't have done it without all of you. Thank you for being there when I needed you the most. Marja...you too." I said.

Marja smiled and went back to baking her cookies.

Dad had asked me to clean up the garage during the holiday. All of the belongings that Chrissie and I had acquired during our year of living together had been removed from our apartment. The building had been condemned, and Marja and I had stacked all of the boxes, about 12, neatly in the garage.

As I went through the boxes of clothing, books, kitchen utensils, and everyday things we had gotten; Marja had opened one of the boxes that contained Chrissie's clothes.

"Greg, what do you want done with her clothing?" She asked me.

"Should I set it aside for Good Will?"

"Either that or you can take them." I said.

"Greg. Are you sure? I mean she has some really nice things here." She asked me again.

"Take them if you want." I reassured her.

"Gee...thanks!" She said and carried the first box off to her room.

That night at dinner, Marja was wearing the pants suit and jacket I had gotten Chrissie the day before she had been killed. It did my stepsister justice. Both Marja and Chrissie were the same height and build, so Chrissie's clothes fit her to a tee.

"Marja...where did you get that suit from?" Mom asked.

"Chrissie. Greg gave me her clothes." Marja said as she sat down to the table.

"Honey...I don't think that..." Mom started to scold Marja.

"Mom, it's all right. I told her she could have Chrissie's things if she wanted them." I spoke up to defend Marja.

"Greg...are you sure?" My mom asked.

"Yes. Chrissie's gone. I am sure that she would want Marja to have her things. Marja and her were good friends. It's okay, mom." I said.

"Greg..." Mom tried to persuade me.

"Mom, Chrissie is gone. I loved her with all of my heart. But she is gone. She was killed as she came back from a doctor's appointment. She was going to tell me that she was pregnant. She was going to have my baby. Your grandchild. But now there is nothing I can do about it. Marja has every right to Chrissie's clothes, more so then some stranger from Good Will or Salvation Army who is just looking for some cheap clothes. Marja was her closest girl friend and now she's gone." I said.

Mom looked at me; her eyes got all teared up, "Oh." She said and ran to her room. The door slammed. Dad looked at me and then went to follow mom.

"I'm sorry." Marja said, "I didn't know that it would cause anyone to be upset." She looked up at me from the table.

"It's not your fault. I think the realization of it all just struck mom. She'll be fine." I said.

"Greg, I think I'd better change." Marja said and went off to her room.

I continued working for my dad until summer. When August came, we all went back to the Naches for our annual vacation. Marja had graduated from high school and would enroll at the University in the fall as a freshman.

Dad had asked me if I was ready to go back to school. I agreed it was time. 

Marja and I were lounging around in the cabin. Mom and dad had gone off riding on his motorcycle. The same one that mom had scrimped and saved for a year and a half ago.

"Greg, let's go up to the falls today." Marja said.

"Sounds good. I haven't been there in a while. It's really hot out and I could use a swim." I said.

We jumped into Marja's car and headed out.

The hike to the falls had taken us a while in all of the heat. Marja stripped off all of her clothes and jumped in as soon as we arrived. No one was around. We had the whole area to ourselves again this year.

"Come on in." She called out to me, "The water is perfect."

I tore off my shoes, shirt and shorts and ran straight to the water and jumped in. Marja swam to me. 

"Nice, huh?" She asked.

"Very nice." I said and looked into her eyes.

"Greg, I still love you." She said softly to me.

"I know. I love you too. You have stood by me during my darkest time and helped me the best you could. You have been more then a sister. You are my best friend." I said.

"Thank you. That's the nicest thing you have ever said to me." She came closer to me and wrapped her arms around my neck. We kissed. This time it was a passionate kiss. Marja's mouth opened and my tongue sought hers out. She sucked my tongue gently and I hugged her body closer to mine.

"Greg. I'm 18 now." She said. Her hand went to my groin and she found my erection.

"Yes you are." I said and kissed her again.

"Let's go up on the shore. I think we have something we need to do. I want you Greg. I want you to make love to me." She spoke softly to me, her eyes looking into mine as she spoke.

I picked her up into my arms and carried her to the shore and set her down on the ground.

"Marja, we don't have anything for your protection." I said.

"Oh yes we do!" She beamed and went to her day sack. She unzipped a side pocket and pulled out a foil pack.

"You were asleep in the car. I drove to a drugstore and stopped to get these on the way up to the cabin." She explained. Then she quickly put her shoes on her feet and gathered her clothes and daypack into her arms. I picked up my things and we joined hands as we headed to a secluded spot.

"You had this all planned?!" I asked her, surprised at her forethought. I stopped walking and looked straight into her eyes. 

She nodded, "Yes. I knew that after Chrissie was gone, that you and I were meant for each other. I always knew it. You are going to be my first and my last lover. Greg, I love you more then anything in my life." Her face beamed as she realized that finally we would be together.

"I know you do. Come here my sweet Marja." I said and she rushed into my arms and I guided her further back into the woods, far away from prying eyes.

We spread out our towels and Marja lay on the ground. Her eyes quietly seducing me. My erection was standing straight out in front of me. We had hiked to a clearing in the woods, nude.

"Greg, I want you." She said.

I knelt down on the ground in front of her. I placed my mouth on her tummy and began to kiss it.

"Ohhh!" She moaned softly as my mouth began to work its way down to her pubic mound.

"Yes." She whispered as my tongue flicked against the slit. Marja spread her legs a bit, and I decided then and there to make her first orgasm an oral one. I licked on her clitoris then nibbled it with my teeth very gently. Marja's hands went down to my head and her legs raised a bit. I moved closer to her, my head firmly planted between those sweet thighs.

"Greg!" She called out, "Greg! Deeper!" She spoke out in staccato gasps.

I stuck my tongue deeper into her sweet, moist depths. Kissing, slurping and licking her. Finally her body began to tremble.

"Greg." She said, her voice was urgent, "Oh! Yes, I'm...ahhh!" She moaned as she bucked her hips against my face and clung tightly to my head. Her legs wrapped themselves around my neck and she wiggled from side to side as the climax coursed through her body.

"I love you!" She screamed at last as another climax hit her. Then she lay back, drained. Her body relaxed and her breathing became more normal.

"Thank you, my love." She said to me. I was now lying next to her. Her chest rose and fell with each breath. My eyes were fixed on her full, luscious breasts. 

Marja reached over and took my head into one of her hands and pulled me towards her breast.

"Suck them." She pleaded with me. I needed no encouraging and gladly put the nipple of her right breast into my mouth and nibbled it gently.

"That feels good." She cooed and her hand went around my neck. 

I continued licking and sucking her breasts for a while, but now my hard on was really aching. I needed some relief. I had not had sex since Chrissie's death. I had been celibate for nine months now and the sight of Marja was almost more then I could handle.

"Where are those rubbers?" I asked.

Marja lifted her head and handed me one. I tore the foil pouch and pulled it out and began to unroll it onto my throbbing erection. Marja watched fascinated by the procedure.

"I get to do the next one." She told me, and smiled.

I nodded at her, "Okay." I said.

"Come here." She said after I had unrolled the sheath onto my cock. She held out her arms wide and spread her legs further apart to give me access to her body. 

"I want to feel you inside of me for the very first time." She whispered as I positioned myself over her body.

"Marja, this might hurt the first time. Just let me know if I should stop." I told her.

"Okay. Just be slow and gentle. I'm sure I'll be fine." She said. Her hand went between our legs and she guided the head of my cock to her opening.

"Ahhh!" She gasped as the head began to slip in on its own. I pulled back just a bit. Marja relaxed under me.

"Greg...it feels so good." She reached her head up and kissed the tip of my nose.

"Love me." She pleaded, "Now!"

With that command I moved my hips foreword and buried my cock as deeply into her as I could. Marja lifted her legs as I was sliding in and gasped loudly into my ear.

"Ahhh! Yes! Greg...god it's so big and it feels so good!" She cried out. With that encouragement I began to move back and forth inside of her in earnest. Marja did her best to match my every move, my every thrust, but she was inexperienced and a bit clumsy at first. The closer I got to my own orgasm, the more she was able to anticipate my next thrust into her.

Just as I was about to come for the first time, Marja's head began to move from side to side. She was having another climax. I could tell, her cervical muscles were gripping my cock tightly. 

She squealed as she came, her nails digging into my shoulders.

"Marja...my turn to come." I said between clenched teeth as the fire in my loins burned from my gut out to the tip of my cock. With one final grunt, I shoved myself against her and planted myself as deeply into her cunt as I could. 

Marja was holding me as tightly as she could and cooing in my ear as my seed spurt into the latex sheath that was protecting her from becoming a mother.

"Thank you. I love you." She kept repeating to me as I collapsed on top of her, drained.

We lay like that for the longest time. Me on top as she held me tightly, her cunt muscles squeezing my limp cock until I popped out of her.

I rolled over onto my back and let the sun warm my body.

"Greg...I have a confession to make to you." Marja said and lay her head on m chest.

"All right. Spill it." I said to her softly.

"Do you remember the time I spent the weekend with you and Chrissie?" She asked.

"Yes." I said, my voice was sleepy. Our lovemaking had drained me.

"You were out playing touch football with some of your friends..." She began. She was right. Our apartment building was mostly college students who were either rooming together, or like Chrissie and I, were living together. I had gone out with some of them to the park to play football.

"I remember. Go ahead." I said.

"Well, you came home after the game all sweaty and muddy. Chrissie had just finished making dinner and we were going to play Monopoly after dinner. You went in to take a shower, and I saw you undress and head to the shower. Chrissie saw me looking, but said nothing. She just smiled. Well after we ate and played Monopoly, which I soundly thrashed the two of you!" She was bragging. I swatted her on the butt gently and she jumped.

"Mmm. That's nice." She said.

"Finish your story." I said.

"Okay...Well, we all went to bed. You two went into the bedroom and I slept out on the couch. I heard you and Chrissie making love. I was jealous...and I guess, curious. So I snuck back to your room. Chrissie saw me standing in the doorway. The moon was out and it shown on the two of you. Chrissie just looked up at me and smiled. It was a nice smile. Not a mean one. So I just stood there and watched as the two of you finished. You rolled off of her and went to sleep on your stomach. You never knew that I was there, but I stepped back away from the door. Chrissie got up and made like she was going into the bathroom. She took me by the hand as she passed me and we went into the bathroom together. I watched her as she wiped away your sperm from between her legs. Then she asked me, 'Did you see enough?' I said I did and turned to go to bed. 'Don't go. Let's go into the kitchen and talk. Let him sleep.' She said to me. So I went out of the bathroom and to the kitchen and turned on the kitchen light. Chrissie was there right after I had sat down. I thought she was mad at me." 

"I think she probably was." I agreed.

"She wasn't. The first thing she did was opened up two wine coolers and handed me one, then she asked me if I had ever been with a man before. I admitted I hadn't been. 'You will. Marja, you are so pretty.' She told me. I told her that I could understand why you loved her because she was also very beautiful. Then she stunned me by saying, and this is her words exactly, 'Do you know why Greg loves me? Have you ever thought about it?' I said that it was probably because you treat him so well. She said, and again these are her exact words, 'Not even close. The reason why Greg loves me is because I remind him so much of you. Look at us. You have long hair, I have long hair. Mine may be red, but we both wear our hair in a similar style. We are both the same height, about the same weight, and we could be sisters. He loves you, but I am the means of this transference.'"

"What!" I sat up in surprise. Her head was pushed from my chest."No way!" I said.

"Yeah. That's what I said too. But the more I thought about it, even long after I had come back home and went back to school, the more I thought that she just might be right. Now I know that she was right." 

"Marja...I have always loved you, but as my sister. With Chrissie, though, it was...different."

"I know this much. You have always loved me more then as just a sister! But she was still right. She reminded you so much of me, that it was easy for you to love her. You may not admit it now, but eventually you will. She was very perceptive." Marja had gently pushed me back onto the towels, and lay her head back onto my chest. She began to kiss it gently.

I did think about it. I thought about it as Marja gave me the best head I had had in a long, long time. I thought about it as we went back to the falls and washed. I thought about it when we made love again before we hiked back to her car, and I thought about it, as I lay awake in bed that night.

I was about to doze off when her hand fondled me. I was lying on my side, facing the back of the couch.

"Greg." She whispered my name.

"Huh" I started.

"Shh. It's me. I want you again." She had come out into the front room, where I was on the couch, from her small bedroom.

I rolled onto my back. Marja pulled the blanket off of me and found my shorts. She had them off of me and on the floor before I realized that it really was her and not a dream. She straddled me and lifted her long cotton nightdress up to her waist. I heard her fumbling with something then her both of her hands grasped my erection as she put the condom on. For her first time, she did a good job. She had it on the first time, and she had done it in the darkness.

"I love you." She said and bent over to kiss me. I felt her grasp my erection again and she guided it in her.

"Ahhh." She made the sound as she exhaled her breath.

I pulled her to me as she finished removing her nightdress.

"You feel so good inside of me. I can't wait until I'm on the pill. That way I'll feel you as you come inside of me. Chrissie really liked to feel your sperm inside of her. She told me that. She said there was nothing like the feel of your sperm going into her and then the feeling of it dripping out after you had loved her. I can't wait." She was whispering this into my ear. Her words were barely audible. But I was getting off on her words immensely!

I gripped her by the hips and pushed hard against her, driving myself into her as deep as I could. She responded by sticking her tongue into my ear.

"Yes. That feels good. Go as deep as you can." She said.

That did it. I was very turned on by her words and began to pump against her as hard as I could. She moaned softly as she lay against me. Her hands holding either side of my face and looking into my eyes as I pummeled her.

I felt her cervical muscles grip me and saw her bite her lip. Her eyes closed as she began to tremble.

"I'm coming. Greg...oh, it's so strong." She said. Her words were a hoarse whisper in my ear.

I continued driving against her until my own relief was at hand.

"Marja. I'm coming." I said to her and held her head in my arms.

We kissed as the spasms subsided, and she lay on top of me as I fell asleep.

The blankets were put back on me when I woke up in the morning. Marja had laid my shorts next to me before she covered me up with the blanket and then went back to her own bed.

Mom and dad were up and eating breakfast in the kitchen when I opened my eyes, remembered Marja visiting me the night before, and realized that my shorts weren't on me.

"Phil, something is happening between Marja and Greg. Yesterday when they came back from the falls, Marja was different. She acted different. She was touching him more and the looks she gave hum, it reminds me of us."

"What are you suggesting, Beth?" Dad asked her.

"I don't know. But if I didn't know better, I'd swear that she and Greg are in love. Do you suppose that they could be...no. It's just my imagination." Mom said.

"Beth, how many times have you told me that the two of them have a strong attraction to each other? I seem to remember you telling me of a conversation you and Marja had awhile back." 

"Yes. I know. Still...do you think Greg is over Chrissie's death yet?" Mom asked.

"I don't know. But I do know that if I spent as much time with Marja as he does, it would help me get over anything." Dad laughed. He was teasing her.




Greg's Story



"Phil! I'm serious!" Mom said then I heard her slap his arm lightly.

"I am too. That girl is knockout gorgeous!" Dad said, then added, "Just like her mother."

"Thank you honey. Do you think I should talk to her?" Mom asked.

"It couldn't hurt. Just to make sure that she's taking the proper precautions, just in case, well...you know what I mean."

"I suppose you're right. Okay, let's forego our morning activities just for today. When she wakes up, I'll take her for a ride and we'll talk. You talk to Greg." Mom said.

"That I will do."

I slid my shorts on and crept out of bed. I went to the bathroom and relieved myself and then went into Marja's room. Gently I nudged her.

"Marja." I whispered into her ear.

She opened her eyes and smiled up at me. She stretched her arms out and then wrapped them around my neck. She pulled my head to her and we kissed.

"I love you." She said and yawned.

"Marja, listen. Mom and dad are suspicious. They're going to have a talk with us separately." I explained.

"Good. I'm not going to deny anything. Are you?" She asked me.

"No." I said.

"We haven't done anything wrong. I love you and I want you forever. That's the whole story. Is that what you want Greg?"

"Yes." I said.

"Good. Now we both know what we want." She sat up in bed and threw the covers from her body. Her nightdress had crept up to and revealed her shapely thighs. I was in a trance as I drank in the beauty of her.

"Gotta go." She said and rushed out of the bedroom. I headed into the kitchen to face the music.

"Morning honey." Mom said.

"Morning mom. Dad." I said to them and poured myself some coffee.

"Greg. Mom wants to take Marja out for awhile this morning and do something with her. I was wondering if we could cut some wood. The pile is getting a bit small." Dad asked me.

"Sure. No problem." I said and went to the fridge to get some milk for my coffee.

Marja walked into the kitchen and kissed mom and then dad.

"Morning all." She said and stretched her arms out. 

"Want some coffee?" I asked Marja.

"Please." She said and smiled at me.

"Honey? I was hoping that you and I could do something today." Mom began. 

Marja took the coffee I had poured her and poured in some milk.

"Sure mom. What did you have in mind?" Marja asked.

"I don't know. Talk maybe."

"Sure. Want to talk about anything in particular?" Marja asked her as she sat next to mom.

"Yes. Maybe we should all talk about it now while we are all here." Mom said.

"Okay." Marja said and sipped her coffee.

"Honey. Are the two of you...?" Mom was stuck for words. She looked at dad for help. 

I was standing by the cabinets, next to the coffeepot and Marja got up from her chair and came over and stood next to me. We were only four feet from our parents.

"Mom, I think I know what you want to ask. You want to ask us if we are having a relationship." Marja said.

"Well are you?" Mom asked. 

Marja set down her coffee on the counter and turned to face me. She put her arms around my neck and pulled my head down to hers and she kissed me. I barely got my cup of coffee onto the counter when we kissed. My hands went around her back and I held her body close to mine.

She broke the kiss and mouthed the words 'I love you' to me and turned again to face our parents.

"Yes we are. Yesterday I gave my virginity to the only man I have ever loved. I want to spend the rest of my life with him. Mom, Greg and I love each other." She said.

"Greg?" Dad asked me.

"Yes. It's true. I love her. I have always loved my stepsister." I said.

"Well Beth, I think he's over Chrissie's death." Dad said.

"I see. In some ways I'm very upset. But I know that it was inevitable also. Marja are you using any birth control?" Mom asked her.

"Just condoms."

"Okay. Today we get you some more effective means. Oh, by the way. Greg we picked up a package for you from the post office yesterday. From some law firm." Mom said.

I ruffled my brow.

"What?" I asked.

"Here." Dad said and got up and went to their bedroom and returned with a package.

I tore it open. A VCR cassette was inside and an envelope.

"Dad can I use the VCR and TV?" I asked.

"Sure." 

Marja began to follow me into the living room.

"Marja! I think Greg should have some privacy." Mom said.

"It's okay. You guys can watch too. I don't even know what this is about." I said.

Marja followed me in and sat next to me. I heard mom and dad talking softly to each other.

"Guess we really dropped a bombshell." Marja said as the TV began to come to life. I popped the cassette into the slot and the screen came alive. The image was of Chrissie.

"Greg...my love. If you receive this tape it can mean only one thing. Something has happened to me and I am gone. You have been named as the beneficiary of my estate. I know that you have probably gone through a lot of grieving and sorrow since you learned the news, but remember me for all of the love that I brought into your life. I do not regret one single day of my life with you. I only wish that I could have seen just one of our children come into being. Greg, we promised each other when we first said 'I love you' to each other, that all that one had belonged to the other. As you know, my mother who is my only remaining kin, and is incorrigible. She would probably kill herself with excess if she were to receive this money I have left behind. I want you to have it, it is my choice. Do something good with it. Build a life with it. A life for you and Marja. I know that after me, she is the one person who loves you as much as I do. Maybe more. I honestly think that I remind you of her. Have children; name one of them after me someday. I will always love you. Remember me. Always."

The screen went blank and I was stunned. After all of this time, her face and voice reached out to me. 

I had to get out of the house. The four walls were oppressive. I went outside and just walked.

It was already noontime when I finally sat down to rest. I had no real idea where I was. I just knew that I was north of the highway and I was beginning to get hungry and very tired so I began to hike south along the path I had just followed to this beautiful hilltop where I was looking out at the mountains all around me. I could almost reach out and touch Mount Rainer. 

I don't know what I was really feeling at that moment but I knew I needed to be with her right now. I wished to be with both of them. 

All of the numbness of the past, the sense of loss, maybe I was even angry because I knew that Chrissie was right all along. I loved my own step sister more then I had loved her and she had known it, yet she had been willing to share her life with me because she loved me more then anything she had ever known. It was all so confusing, yet it was comforting at the same time.

I finally made it to the highway just about 3 in the afternoon and got my bearings. I was east of our cabin and just west of the restaurant. At any rate I was very tired. I had been hiking by myself for over 5 hours and had not eaten anything all day. Nor did I have any money on me.

I thought it over and decided to go west, back towards the cabin.

I must have walked along the highway for about thirty minutes or so when a car stopped on the other side of the road.

"Greg!" It was Marja. I went over to her. She was alone.

"Hi." She said sweetly and held her hand out to me. "I was worried."

"I'm sorry. The tape, seeing Chrissie again, kind of got to me." I explained.

"I know. Get in. We can go somewhere and talk." She said.

"Marja, I'm starving and I don't have any money." I said.

"Let's go back to the cabin, I'll fix you some food. Mom and dad went out. They won't be back till late. Maybe not at all tonight. They were going to go to Yakima. Dad was going to bid on some work. He got a call shortly after you left. Please get in." Her voice was full of concern.

I nodded to her and went around to the passenger side and got in.

"Greg," she said as she put the car back into gear, "please don't ever do that to me again. I was really worried."

"I'm sorry. I should have talked to you and explained what was bothering me."

"It's still not too late."

"I know. But I really have to eat." I said and reclined the seat. I was exhausted and closed my eyes.

Marja's hand touched my leg. "Greg...I'll take care of you from now on." She said as the car pulled out onto the road and she took me home.

I must have fallen asleep in the car, because the next thing I knew, Marja was shaking me awake.

"Greg, come inside. I have some food cooking for you." She said softly to me.

She had opened the car door and I got out of the car and followed her into the cabin.

"We have the cabin all to ourselves tonight. Mom called and said that her and dad would have to stay in Yakima for a couple of days while dad worked out the details of his bid. Whatever that means." She explained as she dished up my food.

"Sounds like dad got a big contract." I said as she set the plate of food in front of me.

"Enjoy. I made it myself. Lot's of love in it." She rubbed my head and kissed me.

"Guess what else?" Her voice was excited.

"What?" I asked her.

"Mom took me to Planned Parenthood this morning after you walked out of the house. I wanted to go after you and be with you, but she thought it best that you be alone. Anyways, Planned Parenthood gave me some birth control pills, I think mom was worried that we weren't being careful. I still need to be careful though, but we don't need to use those condoms any more. I was given some spermicide cream to use until I am on the pill for a full month. Then we don't need to worry about the cream anymore." She was excited.

"Mom took you?" I aid through a mouthful of ham sandwich.

"Yes. I guess she realized that you I were going to continue having sex, so she just wants to make sure that I don't get pregnant until we are ready. Greg...are we still...you know, lovers?" Marja asked me.

"Marja. The reason why I had to get out by myself was because everything today was just so heavy on me. I want you to realize that ever since we were up here two years ago, everything I do and see reminds me of you. Chrissie was right. She did remind me of you. All of this time I have tried to deny it and discover original things about her, but I know now that all I really was doing was comparing her to you. Now her revelation makes perfect sense to me. To hell with everything. I don't care what anybody thinks. Marja I want to love you and share my life with you, if that's what you want also." Marja turned and faced me. She was heating up some beef stew.

"You know I do. But I still want to go to college. I have been accepted at the U." She said.

"I'm going back this year also. I'll have to repeat my junior year. We could get an apartment and set up house together." I said.

She thought about it for a moment.

"Yes. I'll really like that. Mom and dad will probably freak though." She said and turned off the stove and walked over to where I was the pot of stew in her hand. I pushed back my chair and gathered her onto my lap. She put her arms around me and we kissed.

"Oh...by the way, that package you got, it had an envelope inside of it. Did you know that?" Marja asked me.

"No I didn't see it. Not after I saw the video." 

"I'll get it. Let me up." She said.

Marja got up from my lap and went into the living room and returned with a large manila envelope.

"Here." She said and handed it to me.

I opened the envelope and inside was three legal envelopes. Two of them had my name on it and the third one had Marja's name typed on the front.

"One of these is for you." I said.

"Really?" She said and took it from me when I handed it to her.

She tore it open and looked at it. It was a letter from Chrissie.

"What does it say?" I asked.

"It's very personal." She said and continued reading the contents of the letter.

I opened one of the letters that had been addressed to me. Inside was another letter, written in Chrissie's handwriting.

"My Dearest Greg;

I am sorry that I am not able to grow old with you. How I would have loved that! Do not grieve for me any longer, but remember me with all of the love that is in your heart. Enclosed is the remainder of my trust fund. I want you to have it. The money will empower you and Marja to do what you have always wanted. You and Marja belong together. Please my love; do not resist her any longer. She loves you as much as I ever could have.

Your loving Chrissie."

A tear rolled down my face as I read the letter one more time. Then I opened the other letter. Inside of it was a check. I pulled it out and looked at it. The check was made out to me and I gasped, as I finally understood the amount: $63,213!!

"Marja!" I gasped then choked.

She had been sitting in the chair next to me.

"Greg?" She said as I began to cough even harder.

I handed her the check and tried to get myself under control.

Marja finally understood the extent of Chrissie's love towards me.

"Oh Greg!" She cried out, "Do you understand what she has done for us?" She said in utter amazement.

"Yes. No." I corrected myself.

"Honey...Greg, Chrissie knew that the mutual attraction we had towards each other was undeniably strong. But when you and her got together, you transferred the feelings you had towards me to her. She was a very smart woman. She loved you unconditionally. She knew that if anything should ever happen to her, it was her mother who would receive her inheritance and she didn't want that to happen. Her and I had talked some about her mother. She's a real witch from what Chrissie had told me. Chrissie just wanted it so that you and I could have some resources in the event that our parents objected. That's all." Marja explained. 

"She was very special. Her only wish was that we should name our daughter after her." I said.

"We will. I plan on it." She said.

"I need to finish eating before I feint from all of this." I said.

Marja kissed me on the forehead and spooned some of the stew into a bowl as I devoured the ham sandwich she had made for me.

I finished my meal and I was stuffed. Marja had made me two ham sandwiches and a big bowl of beef stew. We went into the living room and relaxed on the couch and kissed and talked for an hour to let my food digest. 

Just as I was beginning to get sleepy, Marja excused herself and went into the other room. A VCR cassette was in her hand.

"Check this out." She said and turned on the TV and let it warm up. It was an ancient set. Once the picture was clear, she turned the power on the VCR and popped in the cassette.

"It's a dirty movie." She giggled and sat down next to me. Her hand went straight to my crotch and she rubbed it. I may have been tired but I was not that tired! I was erect immediately.

"I like it when I get an instant reaction." She whispered to me. 

She was so beautiful sitting there. Her eyes were ablaze with desire and a sweet smile was fixed on her face as she snuggled closer and closer to me. The scent of her was enough to make me unload into her hand right there but she withdrew it from my shorts and touched my face and kissed me.

"We're not going to be able to watch the movie very long if you keep this up." I said. She laughed and redoubled her stroking of my throbbing erection.

"Good. I'd rather be an active member then a passive one." She said. Her lips were grazing my cheek. I turned my head and reached up and took her head into my hands. I eased her body back onto the couch and she guided my body on top of her own.

"Greg. We don't need to use any of those condoms tonight. I want to feel you come inside of me. I want to experience everything tonight." She said to me as she took my head into both of her hands and held it there as she looked deeply into my eyes.

I began to nibble on her neck and my mouth worked its way down to her throat.

"Let me up. I want to get out of these clothes." She said. She was wearing only a tank top and some short. She had no bra or underpants on and quickly shed them onto the floor.

"Get undressed." She said. Her request was filled with desire.

I removed my tee shirt and untied my sweat shorts and kicked off my sandals. We were both naked, facing one another, standing. Marja stepped towards me and we held each other in our arms, kissing and rubbing up against each other. She was so soft and warm. A sheen of sweat showed on her skin. I know that I was hot and sweaty also. The day had been warm and I had walked a long way today.

"Maybe we should shower first." I suggested.

"I like the smell of your body. Something about it makes me feel strange and sexy." She said.

She pulled me down to the floor and I lay on top of her body. We continued our kissing and she wrapped her legs around my ankles to hold me between her legs. Her crotch was moving against mine as we kissed and drank in the sensations of each other's body.


"Greg...would you do what you did to me the very first time. I mean with your mouth." She asked me.

"Yes. I would love to." I said and repositioned myself so I could lick and kiss her sweet pussy.

She smelled of sweat and her own juices. But the taste of her was pure nectar as I licked, kissed and sucked her to her first orgasm.

"Your turn now," she said when she had recovered for it. "I want to feel you inside of me. I want to feel your sperm going into me." 

I moved myself over her again and she expertly guided into her. The feeling of her around my hard cock was incredible and it didn't take me very long to unload into her. I wanted to bring her to another climax, but could not hold back.

Her breasts against my chest, her arms around my back, holding my head, her hips moving in time with me; it was all more then I could handle and I gasped loudly as my balls tightened and my seed went into her womb as deeply as I could drive myself into her.

"Marja!!! I'm...going...to...come!" My teeth were clenched as I spoke.

"I feel it! Oh Greg it's so warm inside of me. Yes, come in me my love." She cooed into my ear softly.

We lay there, holding each other, touching and kissing as the last throes of our climax subsided. But I that she was beginning to feel uncomfortable under me with the hard floor against her back and my weight pressing her. I began to get off of her and she made a pouting face and tried to hold me closer to her.

"I'm heavy, aren't I?" I asked.

"Yes. But it feels so good just to lay here." She explained.

"Marja, let's take a shower and go to your room." I said.

"Shower, yes. Room, later. I want to look at this movie. There are some really neat things on it. You'll see." 

I got up off of the floor and helped her up. Marja stopped the VCR and I went into turn on the shower.

After we had dried each other off, Marja took my hand and led me back into the front room.

"Let me show you what I meant earlier." She said and fast-forwarded the tape to where she wanted it.

"Here. Check this out." She said and sat next to me on the floor. She was wearing only a towel around her and she had to unloosen it a bit as she sat next to me revealing her thighs and her sweet pubic area just a bit.

There were some final scenes from some movie dad had recoded and then the screen went blank. I turned to her and was about to speak.

"Just watch." She said, still looking straight ahead at the TV.

I did and then the screen flashed back on. It was mom; she was stripping before the camera. This scene had taken place probably three or four years ago. Mom's hair was longer. Dad stepped out from behind the camera. He had his shorts on and was bare-chested.

Mom smiled at him. She was now naked and she got on her knees and unzipped his shorts and let them slide down his legs. Dad's cock sprung out and mom grabbed it and began to put it into her mouth.