Jake was surprised to see his sister waiting for him when he left his socials class, but he said nothing and followed her out of the building and onto the football field.
Safe from ear shot, Jill stopped and turned to brother, “God, Jake, I want to jump into your arms, I want to hold you and kiss you and touch you. How did you do it?”
When Jake began walking, Jill quickly caught up. “I didn’t, they did. After I told them how important it was for me to go to that university, they understood and did the rest. We will have a year together, Jill, a year to sort things out. If you want to transfer again, what’s to stop you, if you want to move out on your own or with someone else, again, what’s to stop you? You’ll be away from home, you’ll have freedom,.”
“I don’t want my freedom, Jake, I want to be with you.”
“Well, sure, but eventually we’re going to have to move on and I’m thinking it will be a lot easier to move on from there, then from here.”
They walked about a minute in silence, before Jake asked, “What’s wrong?”
“Why do we have to move on?”
This irrational silliness was beginning to annoy him, “Because you’re my fucking sister, Jill, are we to live together for the rest of our lives?”
Again, a silence, then Jake became philosophical. “Look, Jill, I love you, I’ve always loved you and I always will love you. This sex thing, well, it’s just been icing on the cake.” When he saw her almost angry glance, he added, “oh, don’t get coy with me. You know what I mean, don’t be difficult. Brothers and sisters aren’t supposed to be doing what we’re doing. But we’re doing it, we’re each other’s first.”
“Not yet.” She smiled seductively.
Jake laughed and corrected himself, “Well, we will be each other’s first and what we have to do is prepare ourselves for each other’s second.”
Jill turned away, “I don’t want to talk about that.”
Jake shrugged, “OK, but the way I’ve got it figured we can ride out the rest of the school year, hell you’ve only got another few weeks left in college, and I’ll work in that construction camp again this summer. Then we’ll see how things unfold in the fall.”
They turned back toward the school.
“What I’m saying is that next fall we are both going to support each other to find the right person, and the right person isn’t, obviously, each other.”
She didn’t look at him and her voice was hollow, “You’ve got it all figured out, don’t you?”
“If I had it figured out, I wouldn’t be walking across a fucking football field with my fucking sister as the girl of my fucking dreams.”
Jill threw her arms around her brother and kissed him passionately. “I love you, Jake.”
The round trip to drop his parents off at airport was the longest of Jake’s life, or it sure seemed to him to be. When he drove the car into the garage his stiff prick actually hurt and his underwear was wet with pre-cum.
When he entered the kitchen he noticed the sloppy wreckage of a half-prepared dinner, but Jill wasn’t there so he looked into the darkened living room and almost didn’t see her, but she was there, sitting forward in a chair, her shoulders hunched over hands folded in her lap. She looked nervous and tired, even exhausted, “Oh God, Jake, I just want us to be so happy.”
Her words had a haunting sound to them, a hint of desperation and they scared him and he hesitated for a moment before going to her. He stroked her hair, “What’s the matter?”
She took his hand and held it to her face, and said in a timid, girlish voice, “I want everything to be so perfect for us, Jake. I’ve waited so long for this, so long for us to be alone together and now that we are I’m terrified I’ll do something wrong, I’ll wreck it, you’ll hate me.”
Jake fell to his knees and brushed the hair from her face. “Wreck what? Why would I hate you?”
“I just want you to love me, Jake, I want to make you love me.”
“But I do love you, Jill, I’ve always loved you, I always will love you.”
She looked at him for the first time and there were tears in her eyes, “But you said we have to move on, we can’t be together.”
“Next fall, not now, we can be together now.”
“I don’t want to move on, Jake, I never want to move on, I want us always to be together.”
Jake felt a sense of panic growing in his chest, his sister had changed, she appeared frail, almost child-like, she wasn’t making any sense. “But you’ll want a husband, you’ll want kids, that’s all I meant.”
“I don’t want a husband, I don’t want kids, I want you.”
Jake’s eye’s narrowed in confusion, “You mean you want me now, and next year …” he hesitated for a minute unsure of himself, “and in five years? in 10 years?”
“Yes,” she said the words while pressing her mouth into his hand.
“But that’s crazy and you know it.”
Her words were angry, defiant, “I don’t care.”
“Jill, for Christ sakes, make sense.”
She was holding him, clutching him, crying, but he pushed her away and when he did she turned in the chair and brought her knees to her chest and with her shoulders hunched in despair, she began crying.
Jake rushed from the room.
He was relieved to see that the house was dark when he walked through the kitchen, heading for his room. He didn’t know what he was going to say to her, he could think of nothing he could say to her. Why must he convince her of the obvious? But he didn’t have to, “Sorry Jake, I don’t know what got in to me.”
He could barely discern her but when he turned on the lights she was sitting on his bed and he was relieved to see she was smiling.
“God, Jill, you scared the hell out of me tonight. Don’t do that, it’s weird, it’s freaky.”
“Ya, I know, I felt that, too.”
“I don’t know, my exams, the excitement about next year, the pressure, the waiting, the expectation, the wanting to be with you, I just felt a little lost, I got a little scared.” She shrugged her shoulders, as if by doing so her problems would slip away, “But I’m sorry, Jake, it will never happen again.” She had been talking to the floor but now she looked up at him, “Honest.”
Jake physically sagged in relief and crossed the floor and sat down beside his sister and kissing her softly on the cheek. “We are happy, Jill, and we will be happy — we will help each other be happy, don’t worry.”
Jill turned her head and kissed her brother lightly on the lips, “Thanks, Jake, thanks for understanding.” Then she pulled back, “Do you want me to leave?”
He gave his sister a brotherly one-armed hug, “I want you to be all right.”
She threw her arms around him and hugged him, “I am alright,” and she held him for a moment then slowly released him, “but I know how I can be all righter.”
Her face was glowing with a seductive smile now and to her brother she appeared to be the girl who had come to him each day after school, sexy, loving, fun and adventurous and she excited him and he pulled her down onto the bed. But he felt the need for caution, too, “Promise me you’re OK, Jill, promise me you understand.”
“I’m OK, Jake, honest, and I know we’ll have to …” but she couldn’t use the term ‘move on,’ so she said “find our way,” then she added, kissing him on the nose, “but that’s next fall, tonight is ours,” and when she pulled herself from his grip and straddled him, sitting on his stomach she could feel his penis begin to harden as she slowly undid the buttons on her blouse.
He watched her fingers part her blouse, showing her delicate, almost transparent rose coloured bra, “You’re beautiful, Jill, I’m the luckiest man alive.”
“It’s your favourite, Jake and I bought cotton panties to match.”
When she undid the last button Jake reached up and cupped both of her heavy, excited tits and as he rubbed the nipples with his thumbs through the gossamer thin bra she glowed at the intimacy, as she always did and she slowly undid his shirt.
Jake didn’t know if it was his pent up sexual excitement or his relief that his sister was OK but when she started to pull his shirt away from his shoulders he almost tossed her to the bed and was on his knees, pulling at her pants and when they were off, he jumped from the bed, pulled off his shirt, pants and underwear and kneeled at the end of the bed and roughly pulled his sister’s panties from her and pulled her sex to his face.
But she pushed at him, “Slowly, Jake, we want to remember this.”
He smiled and kissed her on the stomach and laughed, “For the past three weeks I’ve told us to go slowly and look what I do.”
Jill looked at her brother’s head between her legs and physically shuddered with her love for him. “I will remember this night for the rest of my life.”
Jake said nothing and stroked his sister’s thigh.
When she said, “Look at me, Jake,” he looked up and she smiled and shook her head, “no, look at me down there. Look at me, describe me.”
Jake kissed again at his sister’s white, soft thigh and then pulled back a little and pushed at her legs so she would open further, and she did.
Jill was still studying her brother, “What do you see, Jake, tell me what you see.”
“You are just so beautiful, just so pretty and you smell so unbelievably sexy.” He put both his hands on her thighs at her groin and he used his thumbs to part his sister’s lips and when he did he leaned in and kissed her, pushing his lips into her pink, wet interior, and he left them there and licked and when he pulled back he licked at the hair around her pink opening, smelling, tasting.
“What do you see, Jake, please, tell me.”
Jake reluctantly pulled further back and studied his sister’s sex. “Light brown hair … just a little on your stomach and in your crotch and it grows more denser over your mound. Oh, God, Jill, this is just so hot.”
Jill moved a little towards him and opened herself as wide as she could. “Tell me more Jake.”
“When I part your hair I can see you lips, they’re like heavy folds of skin and they’re thick and puffy …”
“… because I’m so aroused …”
“and when I pull your lips open you are bright pink and wet and you have a hood on the top …”
“My clitoris, Jake …”
Jake looked up at his sister, “Does it make you hot when I describe you?”
Jill squirmed, pushing her ass forward a little more and driving it into the bed, “Oh, God, Jake, this is just so intimate, I’m so glad you can see me, I want you to know me, know all of me.” Then when she leaned forward and gently stroked his hair, he took her by the hips, “turn over, let me see you from behind.”
And she did and was kneeling on the bed with her ass in the air. “Tell me, Jake.”
“The folds of skin are loose and hang down a little, you have a little hair, not very much, around your asshole, it’s brown and puckered.” He gently parted the folds of her pussy and slowly pushed two fingers in her, “How does this feel?”
“How do I look, Jake, please tell me, do you like it, do you like me, do you like how I look?”
He didn’t take his fingers from her as he guided her to her back on the bed and her hands were back on his head, pulling gently at his hair when he pulled his fingers from her and pushed his face into her sex, feeling the heat, smelling her arousal, tasting her excitement. Then he pulled from her, wiping his face against her thigh and then sucking on it, sucking on the soft white flesh, listening to her moan and when he brought his mouth down again to her crotch and pushed his mouth and tongue as deep into her wet cunt as he could, she twisted on his face, bringing a leg around his head and she bucked her hips at him a few times, easy and deliberate and when the little cry came from her she quickly swung her leg over his head and lay on the bed face down with her ass in front of him, white, round and welcoming. He nibbled at it, nibbled around the cheeks licking beneath the buttocks, into the groin. When she spread her legs wide he pushed her up on the bed so she could kneel and he stretched her cheeks apart, roughly, spreading them as wide as they would go and then he licked her, gently, licking around the bud all the way down to her juices and back, to stab at the bud, first tentatively but then more insistently, stabbed as far into her as he could, then he licked his lips, making them as wet as he could and he kissed her anus, four or five sucking kisses and then he held his lips to her sucking hard while poking her with his tongue. She was yelling when she turned over again, quickly, in a single motion and reached for his stiff prick. “Now, Jake, now, OK?”
Jake felt a wave of dizziness pass through him as he knelt on the bed between his sister’s legs. “Oh, Jake,” she reached out to him.
“Will this hurt you?”
“I don’t care, Jake, I just want you, please, put you in me,” and she pushed herself along the bed towards him until she was close enough for him to direct it to her.
“I’ll just put it in a little, OK, and you can push until it happens,” and he did, but she didn’t wait, as soon as her brother’s prick was at her opening she thrust herself at him, thrust him deep into her, expecting the pain, getting it, but wanting the intimacy, wanting to be connected, joined with her brother in a new way, a way that will bind them for life.
And then he was gone. He yanked his prick from between her legs in a sudden, almost angry jolt. “Protection!”
His prick sucking from her cunt was as startling as his barked order, and she only slowly understood its meaning and then she reached out and took his hands, “I have it, Jake, we’re safe,” and she wiggled her ass in welcome.
“What?” he said as he placed his slimy prick back in his sister.
“The pill,” she said, as she squirmed against his head, pushing him deeper inside her. “I got on it the day after that movie.”
Jake snickered, “You were pretty sure of yourself, weren’t you.”
Jill didn’t see the humour, “When I sat there in that theatre with my hand in yours I just couldn’t imagine not being with you.”
Jake was moving very slowly, carefully, “Does it hurt?”
“No, Jake, it feels wonderful … tell me you love me.”
Jake wrapped his arms around his sister’s neck and thrust more quickly as she wrapped her legs around his ass.
“Do you love me?”
“Oh, fuck, yesssss,” and at that moment he exploded into his sister as she yelled into his ear, “Oh, yes, Jake, yes, yes, I love you …”
Jake’s family was there when he walked in. He hadn’t seen them all summer so his parents peppered him with questions while his sister sat in the corner, saying nothing, “You’ll have your turn when we leave,” her father had said. She just looked at him, looked at him with a hunger she couldn’t disguise.
“Your bedroom is there,” she pointed when they left. “I brought what you asked me to bring and it’s all put away.” She was nervous, not looking at him directly, they hadn’t seen each other in two months, time enough for things to change.
He went over to her and held her briefly then pulled her over to the couch and when they sat down her hand was in his and she was leaning on him, leaning close to him with her legs curled and a dreamy look on a face pressed tight against his chest. “Did you miss me?”
He put her hand on the stiff prick in his pants and said, “I thought of you every day.”
“Oh, Jake,” she said, as she snuggled into him further, trying to feel his heat, trying to breath in his scent.
But when she brought her hand up to his face he grabbed it and placed it back on his stiff cock, “Bring me off, Jill, I can’t wait.” And he tore at his belt buckle and pushed his pants down around his ankles and when she touched him he shifted down on the seat and let out a moan, “Oh, God, yes, stroke it.” And as she did, she buried her face into his chest, feeling his excitement, feeling their closeness, their intimacy.
It was over in moments, with the deep, guttural moan came a long rope of cum that shot up to his shirt, with a little on her cheek which she rubbed against his shoulder while she continued to stroke the wet, sticky prick.
“Oh, God, thanks Jill, I can’t tell you how much I needed that.”
“Kiss me, Jake.”
He pulled the pants from his legs and turned on his sister and his mouth devoured hers, sucking at it fiercely, with an almost angry hunger, “Blow me, Jill, I need it again, please, blow me.”
When Jill pulled away and looked at her brother she could see the insistence in his eyes and when he put his hands on her head and pushed her down, she went willingly, pleased that her brother wanted her and she was on her knees before him, before his long wet prick, glistening with cum.
“Take it, Jill, hurry,” and he forced her head down and when she took his prick in her mouth he thrust it at her, like a knife stabbing into an open wound, four, five times and as he neared his orgasm he pushed her head down further and shot his load into the back of her throat while letting out a long animal grunt that rolled from out his chest.
She was on her hands and knees now, coughing, trying to catch her breath, a drool of white cum hanging from her mouth like snot. She wiped it away and sat back on her heels, panting, looking up at her brother whose eyes were watching his hand run up and down his still stiff cock, slowly.
“Take your clothes off.” The demand shocked her, it was so foreign, so remote, even angry and she just sat there on her heels and stared at him. “Take them off,” he said, flashing her a look of irritation and she did as he demanded, standing and pulling her sweater over her head and then pushing down her pants and kicking them away. “The underwear, Jake, do you want me in my underwear?”
Jake sprang to his feet and headed for the bedroom, “Jesus, Jill, take them off, I don’t want to admire you, I want to fuck you.” And she quickly stripped and followed him to the room.
She held him that night while he slept, curling her body around his back and holding on to him with a desperation that scared her and when he awoke, it was to the aromas of breakfast, which she had carefully prepared, as she had practiced so often in her dreams. When he called her name she went to him, beaming, their life together was about to begin, “Take your clothes off.”
“But Jake, I have cooked breakfast,” but she could read his eyes and she quickly unbuttoned her shirt.
He had agreed to go, just this once but when they returned to their apartment he was steaming mad and as soon as he threw the groceries on the kitchen table he turned on her, “Don’t you ever do that again,” he yelled. “You’re my fucking sister, not my wife, don’t take my hand in public and don’t look at me the way you do, it’s sick.” And without waiting for a reaction he rushed past her and out the door.
When he returned later that night, he was drunk and didn’t see her, didn’t care to see her. He went directly to his room and fell on the bed and was only faintly aware of hands pulling at his shoes.
He flinched at the light streaming in the window and only then did he feel the hand stroking his head, “Hi,” she said, “how do you feel?”
“Like shit,” he said, rolling off the bed, almost knocking her over, then padding to the bathroom.
“Would you like something to eat?” she called after him, but he didn’t answer, and in five minutes was out the door.
When he returned later that night he was with a girl and his hushed words in her ear, “Leave us alone for awhile,” stunned her and she grabbed her jacket and left.
He read the note on the kitchen table when he awoke at noon the next day, “I love you, Jake,” and he was relieved when he noticed that her things were gone.
The card came as he knew it would, as it always did at New Years, Easter, the anniversary, his birthday, Thanksgiving. When he opened it, he knew what it would say, it always said the same thing, always the same simple phrase in her neat, even handwriting: “I love you Jake.” But this time it was different, there was a phone number beneath the words, that’s all, just a phone number, as if it was time that he called.
He felt like a drink, he always felt like a drink when he opened her cards, but he knew the feeling would pass, it was just a matter of hanging on, day after day, year after year and he grabbed his jacket and left his apartment. If he must wrestle with his emotions, it was best that his body was burning energy with exercise.
He first became aware of the hole in his life in that first year at college. He didn’t know what caused the emptiness, he knew only that as the years passed the emptiness grew inside him like a tumor, nagging at first but persistently until the hollowness came to consume him.
The first marriage hadn’t helped and nor did the second and now those women were not even memories, just aberrations, self indulgent aberrations where he took what he could for as long as his wives were willing to give, then there was nothing, like the job, nothing.
But there had been promise, he could have had it all, it was there for the taking. All he needed to do was care. But he didn’t care, he didn’t care about anything, he just fed his emptiness and called it his life.
The fingers lifted the phone and put it back in the cradle three times before the ringing in his ear. He hadn’t rehearsed what he was going to say, hadn’t even thought about it, hadn’t planned to call, “Hello?”
“It’s Jake,” and for the first time since Billy Thornton hit him with a baseball bat in grade 4, he began to cry.
“I love you, Jake. Will you come and see me?”
She slipped into the chair beside him and before she was even settled she had his hand in hers. They just looked at each other saying nothing for almost a minute before she said, “You look good, Jake, you’ve been taking care of yourself.”
Jake knew she was alluding to the drinking that had over-taken him, “I’ve been off the stuff for almost five years,” then he smiled wanly, knowing the confession was an admission of failure, “do we have to be here? I’m not hungry, Jill. I would far rather walk.”
“Walk it is,” she said, getting to her feet, and they left the dinning room, passing the waiter on the way out.
“Sorry,” he said, letting her take his hand, “when I get nervous I need to move around.”
“You’re nervous?” She moved into him as they walked.
“20 years and I’ve never had the guts to apologize. Am I nervous?” Jake snorted in contempt, “I hope so.”
“Apologize for what, Jake?” Jill looked up at him.
“For the way I treated you …”
Jill shouldered her brother, sending him a little off balance, “Don’t go there, Jake, that didn’t happen, that wasn’t you.”
“It might have been.”
They walked in silence, both knew it was Jake’s time to talk but they said nothing for a full block before he spoke, “You’ve done well, Jill, really well.”
She shrugged, “Anyone could have done what I’ve done if that’s all they did, if they worked 20 hours a day, 52 weeks a year for 15 years.”
“Not every one. You’ve built a company that they’re teaching about in business schools.”
“I worked hard. I hired good people. I was lucky.”
She clearly didn’t want to talk about her success, so Jake asked, “Has it been worth it? All the work?”
She didn’t break her stride, didn’t change her voice, didn’t look at him, she just squeezed his hand and said, “I don’t know, Jake, you tell me.” When he didn’t say anything she continued, but this time with a touch of impatience, as if she shouldn’t need to explain herself, “I love you Jake, surely you must know that, I did it all because of you. Do you remember what you said to me?” She continued, knowing he didn’t, “You said the only way we could do what I was planning was if we were so rich it would be considered eccentric. Do you remember that?” She hesitated for just a moment, “Well I want us to be eccentric, Jake, I still want that more than anything else on earth. The 15 years it took me to build the company will have been worth it only if we can spend the next 30 together.”
The hope in Jill’s eyes turned to pain. “You don’t want me?”
Jill pulled her brother to a stop, “Look, Jake, I haven’t changed, I haven’t changed one fucking iota. I love you, I want to be with you, I want my arms around you, I want you in my office, I want you in my kitchen — I want your spit in my mouth, Jake and I’m doing everything I possibly can to make that happen. But I can’t bend your will, I can’t make you love me, I can’t make you want to be with me. If you’ve come here to feel better about yourself, fine, OK, but don’t tell me not to love you, don’t you fucking dare.” She started walking again and pulled him along, “Here’s the deal. I know you’re planning to leave your job and I know you’re miserable so let me change that. Come and work for me and come and live with me. You don’t have to do both, you can just do the one, but I want you in my life, Jake, I want you as far into my life as I can get you.”
They met for breakfast the next morning then went for another walk, but this time they walked, hand in hand, in silence, as if they were old friends on a familiar stroll, and when they parted Jake said only, “I’ll call you, Jill.”
But he didn’t, instead at 9 o’clock that night he rang the bell of her apartment and when she opened the door he just stood there, stupidly, with tears running down his cheeks and when she kissed at them he grabbed onto her and hugged her, “Hold me, Jill. Please hold me.”
The night lasted until daybreak when Jake left the apartment and drove home. He knew the secret to any happiness he could find was not to find the right person, or the right job. It was more complicated than that, and more simple. His challenge was to care again, to invest himself in something other than his self, and for that to happen he had to give, something he had never done before. So as he drove the freeway home, his choices became increasingly obvious … and so was the answer. There was only one person he ever gave a damn about and she still wanted him but could he commit to her? Could he give himself to her?
He said he would phone her and he did, but not from his home, he never got that far. He phoned her from her apartment. “Hi. I’m at your place.”
And in less then half an hour so was she, they were sitting on the sofa and he was holding both her hands and instead of a face etched in sorrow he was smiling, “This is going to be difficult, isn’t it?”
“They’ll be talk.”
“Fuck ’em, we’re eccentric,” and she leaned forward and put her head on his shoulder. “This is about us, Jake, and only about us. I want us to be back in your bedroom again, I want to feel the way we did, I want every hour to feel like that, everywhere we go.” Then, to break the mood, she pushed him as she got up and left the room but returned in a moment, swinging a pair of green panties on her finger, “Have you been into my underwear, Jake?”
Jake smiled, “Hey, it’s what I do.”
“Let’s make love, Jake, let’s make up for 20 years.”
She was in the middle of the room, thin and fit in a short tan skirt and jacket with a burgundy blouse. She didn’t have her mother’s striking beauty, perhaps she was too worn out for that, a life too lost to labour, instead, through her steel grey eyes, she radiated a penetrating intelligence that most found intimidating. But not now, not when she was with her brother; when she was with her brother her eyes were too filled with love for that.
When he took her in his arms she wrapped her arms around his neck and looked into he eyes, “You’re home now, Jake. From now on everything will be as it should be; I won’t let you wreck it. OK?”
Jake felt a jolt of fear rush through him but he felt his emptiness slip away, too, and it just then occurred to him that the choice was never about accepting her or rejecting her. The choice had always been about letting a social taboo dictate his life or fighting it. But she had known that, she had known that from the first time she went to him in his bedroom. She had made her choice then: it’s what I want, not what my neighbour wants for me. And he only then realized the depth of her courage and the strength of her commitment. He looked into the grey eyes that bore into him and felt a wave of love wash through him, fill him to bursting and he swept her off her feet into his arms, “Where to?”
She nodded and he carried her down to the end of the hall and entered the bedroom and as he did Jill flicked on the lights and he stopped in amazement. It was a huge room with an immense bed, cushioned furniture around a fireplace and a wall of windows looking out onto the flickering lights of the city. “My God, this is your bedroom?”
“Our bedroom, Jake, I had it built for us,” she laughed, “10 years ago.”
He laughed, too, a giddy laugh and carried her over to the bed but rather then placing her on it, he threw her into the air so she landed in a soft disheveling heap.
“Hey!” There was anger in her eyes but when she read his face she started to laugh and she reached out to grab at his leg but he jumped away.
“You think having me around is going to be easy, don’t you. Well, it’s not. I’ll remind you that I’m a member of the master species and you’re just a girl, so let’s get that straight.” Then he hesitated, as if sizing her up for the first time, “But a bloody attractive girl. Sure, you could probably use a manicure, and sure, your left eyebrow is a little longer then your right …”
“It is not,” she jumped off the bed as if to attack him, but he pushed her back again and when she landed her skirt hiked up almost to her panties and her legs hung over the bed. The laughter that had lit up her face had now turned to an almost fierce look of desire.
“God, you’re beautiful Jill.”
She held her arms up, welcoming him to her but he went towards her slowly and sat down beside her, “I don’t give a shit what anybody says, Jill, I’m going to be the best fucking husband any sister ever had,” and he bent down and kissed her, “many I take off your clothes?”
“Oh, God Jake, do you know how long I’ve waited for you to say that?”
He looked at her, studied her face, looked into the eyes that were piercing into his, eyes that were filled with love and hope and desire and tears. “God, Jill, I’ve just so sorry for what I did to you.”
She grabbed him by the waist, put her arms around him and hugged him fiercely, “You won’t do that again?”
He caressed her hair soothingly, “This isn’t going to be easy, Jill, we’re going to have our moments but from now on we’re in this together, we’re going to make our way together and we’re going to make it work. If you want me, you’ve got me,” then he laughed, “and may God have mercy on your soul.”
Jill pushed her brother down on the bed and crawled onto him and she took his face in her hands, “Then our life together has begun and it’s never going to end,” and she bent down and kissed him and just as he was about to squeeze her into him, she jumped up to stand on the bed where he watched her quickly take off her clothes but when she had everything off but her panties she looked down at him, “Well?” And when he smiled, she fell onto him squealing like a school girl. Then she straddled him, sitting on his stomach, rubbing herself into him, smiling down at him, “It’s like old times, ah, you, me and my panties?” When she bent down and kissed him he took the breasts swaying above him in his hands and she pulled back, covering his hands with hers, “We were naughty, weren’t we?”
“Oh, God, ya, we were just so fucking …”
“Did you think about those days, Jake?”
Jake shook his head, “I couldn’t, Jill, I just couldn’t let you in, it hurt too much.”
“But I’m in now?” Jill’s voice was weak, almost like a child’s. She wanted reassurance.
“We’re together, Jill, we’re together,” but as she bent down to kiss him he added, laughing “But you really were a little harlot, a trollop, a strumpet …”
Jill pulled the pillow from above his head and beat him with it, “Who’re you calling a strumpet, you sister fucking …” but she couldn’t finish, she collapsed into his arms laughing, pushing her hands under his body, holding him, “Oh, God, Jake, this is going to be so fucking great.”
And for the first time he thought so, too and he pulled her head gently back and brought his lips to hers with a passion he hadn’t known since youth. And she responded, wrapping her arms around his head and pressing her face into his, pushing her tongue into his tongue, driving her spit into his. She was moaning now and forcing her words into his mouth, “Oh God, Jake, oh Jake,” and his fingers were raking down her back but when they got to her ass, he stopped and sat up, tipping her onto her back.
There was a hint of fear in her eyes when she looked up at him so he quickly bent down and kissed her lightly, “I just want to look at you Jill.”
Jill jumped from the bed, laughing again and she twirl three times beside the bed, “Look what you get for twenty thousand bucks in gym fees,” and she continued to laugh gaily, but he didn’t, instead he stopped her and held her by the hips, “You’re beautiful, Jill, you’re really, really beautiful. You should be very proud of yourself,” and he pulled her in and as he pushed his face against her tight white stomach she jumped on him, pinning his head against the bed.
His hands were on her ass pushing her upwards until his face was pressed into her panties and he could feel her heat and as he pressed her into his face she pivoted around him and as he kicked off his shoes, she quickly took off his pants and underwear, and took his stiff dick in her fingers and studied it, twisting it gently before kissing it, lightly on the head and then she sucked at it, rubbing the head into her teeth and then she opened her mouth and sucked it tenderly, soothingly, letting her saliva build along its length and then she took it from her mouth and pressed it against her cheek. “Put it in me, Jake.”
He pulled her panties off and when he did he stuck his face between her legs and kissed her, pushing her into his face, sucking deeply and then he let her go and brought her around to lie on top of him and he kissed her eyes and sucked on her nose.
“You smell,” she laughed. “I could never be a lesbian.”
“Don’t you like me kissing you there?”
“Oh, God, yes, Jake, I love you kissing me everywhere it’s just that I don’t know how you can do it.”
“What, are you kidding,” he threw her from him and was at the end of the bed on his knees dragging her on her stomach to him but she was resisting, pulling at the covers, laughing and licking at him, but he had her legs pinned and he was forcing her open, biting on her ass, little bites, sucking bites and she rose up for him and he folded his arms under her legs and forced his face into her juices.
She wasn’t trying to kick any more, instead she was gyrating and pushing into him and when he felt she had built almost to the point of release he let go of her and turned her over on the bed and was on top of her and he put his prick to her and gently eased it in while she pushed at it, eagerly, demandingly and when her cries reached crescendo he brought his mouth down on hers and absorbed the screams, absorbed her high-pitched squeals into his throat until there was only panting.
He had a smile on his face when he rolled off her, and so did she when she rolled up on her arm and spat at him, spat full in his face but before he could react she was rubbing his mouth roughly with the sheets and when she finished she quickly jumped on top of him and put her mouth on his and his prick inside her and she slowly ground at him, sucking his mouth, pulling his tongue into hers, biting it as she worked her cunt up and down his slippery prick until she felt him explode in her, until the moan echoing inside her head began to diminish but before he relaxed, spent, she pulled his prick out of her, reached down, swabbed herself with her fingers and wiped their juices roughly over his face and before he could react, she rolled off the bed and ran from the room.
But to where? He didn’t know. He laughed and wiped his face on the sheet then got off the bed to find her. He poked his head into the other rooms along the hallway, bedrooms, three of them including one that was clearly hers. Another room was a library, complete with floor to ceiling book cases, leather furniture arranged around a fireplace, and a large table with computer. Beside the library along the hallway was, what? A media room? Electronics were neatly stacked against one wall and an immense CD collection covered another.
He padded past the living room to the kitchen and found her on the balcony, in a hot tub and when he slipped in beside her he went under the water and rubbed at his face.
When he surfaced, he said, “That was disgusting.”
She laughed and took his hand, “As disgusting as making me suck on my own pussy?” She pulled him to her and quickly became reflective, “Most every night I would come in her for awhile to unwind and I never once came here without wondering if the day would ever come when you would be in here with me.” She smiled at him, as if the admission was painful, “And now you’re here, we’re finally together. Don’t ever leave me, Jake.”
He put his arms around her and held her tight, “I won’t,” he said, kissing her lightly and when he added, “You’re my only chance at happiness,” she squeezed hard.
“Oh, God, Jake, that’s the nicest thing you’ve ever said to me.”
“I think it’s true,” there was a grim look on his face, “I don’t know where it’s going to lead, but it’s true, you’re my only chance at happiness.”
She searched his face and tried an unconvincing smile, “You don’t look very happy about it.”
“I’m 40 years old and the only woman I’ve ever been able to love is my own sister, and as bad, the only man she’s been able to love is her own fucking brother.”
“Does that bother you?”
“Of course it bothers me, why wouldn’t it? But it doesn’t seem to bother you. It never has.”
“Bother me? Why should it? Because the one man I love is my brother. That should bother me?”
“I don’t know why you always make this so difficult for me. Can’t you just for once admit that it’s wrong, morally, legally and socially wrong?”
“No, I won’t admit it’s wrong because it isn’t, not to me. It’s right, I love you and I love loving you, I love everything about loving you,” and she pushed him playfully, “and I’d like to show you right now.” She climbed from the tub and bent down to help him out and when he climbed out she noticed his hard on. “If what we’re doing is so wrong, why do you have that?” She took him by his pecker and led him through the kitchen to the hall and their bedroom.
“Do you mind,” he laughed.
“Afraid to answer my question?”
“I have this for a number of reasons; I love you, you have a sexy body, I like the way your tits giggle, your love for me turns me on, the prospects of fucking you is, well … I come by my erection quite honestly.”
“Well,” she said, “You’re proving my point.”
“No I’m not. Men get hard-ons looking at women’s giggling breasts, it doesn’t matter who they’re attached to.”
“Actually, I was thinking of the smile on your face. That’s what proves my point, I am making you happy and sex is only one element of that and, for the life of me, I can’t see anything wrong with it. Would you rather be miserable, would society prefer you to be miserable? Stand here.” She went into the en suite and came out with a towel which applied all over his body before hooking the towel on his hard-on and crawling onto the bed, kneeling and waiting for him.
He kneeled on the bed beside her and toweled her off then pushed her down and lay beside her. “All I’m saying is this is going to be difficult. People are going to talk and there will be consequences, surely, you must know that.”
“And if you were a Norwegian fisherman, would I be telling everyone how much I enjoyed having you in my bed, how much I enjoyed fucking you?” She could see he understood her, “No, well I’m not going to be bragging about how good our sex life is, either.”
“But people will know we are living together.”
She smiled mischievously, “Oh, there will be no doubt about that,” then she kissed him and left her lips on his, “I will not keep that a secret, it’s just too delicious.”
“You’re fucked up, do you know that?”
“Ya, I know,” she said nibbling at his bottom lip, “I’ve built an important manufacturing company that employs almost 500 men and women with high paying jobs in a city that desperately needs me, I support every worthy charity in the state, I’ve been chosen business person of the year I don’t know how many times … but fuck one brother,” she climbed onto him, laughing uncontrollably, tears streaming down her cheeks.
But while he saw the humour, he wasn’t laughing, “There are some mean people out there and most of them are religious.”
She lay on him, her cheek against his, “Fuck ’em Jake, we’ll live our lives the way we want, they can guess at our relationship but they will never know for sure. You were right. We can be discrete and play the eccentric card, it’ll work,” then she rose up and looked into his eyes, “I’m not going to spend another second worrying about it, and I don’t want you to. What will be, will be.” Then she turned around and lay next to him, kissing his penis which had become limp, “I think I like it better this way, Jake, it looks more humble, less sure of itself.”
Jake put his face in his sister’s bush, “Kiss it one more time and see how sure of himself he gets?”
And she did and as she kissed along its growing length he pushed his sister’s legs open and gently parted her lips and kissed her moist pink interior with little pecks, then he traced the tip of his tongue all along her opening from the clit down to her asshole.
“How could this be wrong, Jake? Who is it possibly hurting?”
He knew the logic, but knew it wasn’t that simple, either. He pinched the skin of her lip and gently peeled her open and studied her, “We just have to be careful, Jill, and discrete.”
She was sucking and kissing the head of his penis, watching the pre-cum seep to the opening then licking it off, “Discrete?” She laughed, “People think I’m an emotionally dead automaton obsessed only with building a company, and they may have been right. But no more. Discrete?” She laughed again.
Jake pushed two fingers into his sister and felt all along the wet walls of her sex and as he did she opened her legs wider. “Discrete, Jill, I’m going to insist on it, I’m not going to let you use me to taunt society.”
She took him in her mouth and sucked hard a few times before letting him go, “OK, Jake, you win, I promise not to do this any more in public.” Then she turned on her side and made a pillow out of her bottom thigh and settled his head on it and pulled his bottom leg forward and settled on to it.
They kissed and sucked and nibbled at each other’s sex until both were straining with desire and Jill got up and crawled on top of her brother and put him in her and then she leaned down and dangled a breast over her brother’s mouth, “So it doesn’t matter who the tit is attached to, ah,” and as he bent forward to take the tit in his mouth she moved away, teasing him.
“I’m serious, Jill, what goes on behind closed doors stays there, in public we will be every bit the sister and brother.”
“Does a sister aim her nipple at her brother’s mouth?”
Jake had a flash of annoyance and slipped out of and from under his sister and stood beside the bed looking down at her. “This isn’t a joke, Jill. If we are going to live together, we have to be very careful and very discrete. Do you understand that?”
“I understand that I love you and I know that I can’t hid it, it shows in my joy, on face, in my walk. So I love my brother, so what? It doesn’t mean I’m fucking him.”
Jake looked down at his sister. Her long, thin elegant body was curled on the bed like a comma, with one breast lying on her arm and a confident, happy smile in her eyes and on her lips. He sat down on the bed and pulled her head onto his lap and as she looked up at him expectantly he smiled back and said, “Do what you want. You know a lot more about living then I do.”
It was a month later when Jake walked into the board room behind his sister to stand with her at the head of the long, wide table. She had his hand in hers and she waited only for a moment before the dozen or so people, mainly company directors, gave her their full attention.
Jill took a minute to slowly look around the table, but when she spoke her words she was looking directly at the man beside her, “This is my brother Jake. He’s joining me as my partner.”
When she said the words, there was so much love in her eyes that the inference was unmistakable and the attentive faces turned to stupefied stares.
So what happened? Well my guess is the inevitable:
• the religious right
• company tainted
• forced to sell
• multinational buys and out-sources overseas
• religious leaders claim victory
• conservatives brag about the sanctity of business
• Jake and Jill are shot by a zealot
• lesson learned
• and the rich get richer and the poor get poorer