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 Title: Empty Nesters Ch.  01


Summary: Divorced siblings' first real encounter.


Keywords: inc,fic



   We both left our parents' home as soon as we possibly could.  The
relationship with our strict father and semi-abusive mother made it a
necessity.  Katherine made her escape when she graduated from high school.

   Kate was truly special.  She was super bright, got A's in all her
subjects and skipped a grade somewhere in elementary school.  When she
walked across the platform to collect her high school diploma, two weeks
before her seventeenth birthday, she had a full four-year engineering
scholarship to NC State tucked in her pocket.  I'm not quite sure what
happened, then, since we've never really talked about it, but she married
Jim Richards, a guy in one of her classes, during her freshman year at
State, and they started having kids almost immediately.

   Personally, I thought that it kind of sucked, because she didn't get to
finish her degree.  Although Jim seemed like a nice enough guy, I worried
about how it made her dependent upon him.  It was one of the big issues we
had frequently discussed about our parents' marriage, which was why I found
it so surprising when she gave birth to their daughter at eighteen, and
their son only ten months later.  I just couldn't believe she'd let that
happen, or even slow her down.  By the time I made my escape, about six
years after she had, she and Jim were pretty well established in Raleigh.
Her husband was working as an engineer, making a decent income.

   I don't think anyone would have honestly described me as being as bright
as Katherine.  However, they might have said I was stubborn or full of
determination.  When I finished high school, I just barely made it into NC
State on my grades.  There would be no scholarships for me, but I was bound
and determined to succeed.  Our parents' low income qualified me for some
financial aid, and I would work to subsidize my education.  At my high
school graduation, Katherine told me how proud she was of me.  She wanted
to help me with tuition, but couldn't do much about living arrangements. 
She already had a five-year-old girl, Zane, and a four-year-old boy, Adam,
and their house didn't have room to take in a boarder.  They were
supposedly trying for a third, but her husband had begun to seem distant.
I'd thought she was happy, until that day we spoke at my graduation.

   Once in college, my journey seemed to mirror hers.  I fell for a lovely
girl, Launa, who (I felt) tricked me into knocking her up.  Our son was
born before I turned nineteen.  I never understood why this had happened to
both Katie and me.  We'd both seen how poor education had affected our
parents' lives.  So, why would we have both allowed these obstacles to come
into our lives?  It didn't make much sense.  However, rather than making me
give up, my obstacle became a challenge that made me just work harder.  My
side-job paid decently and, eventually, I went out on my own doing computer
work for small businesses.

   Around the time Tommy was born, Katherine and Jim moved to Richmond
Virginia where he'd gotten a better job.  My last two years of college were
tough, without her nearby.  She'd sort of been my personal 'cheerleader'
through my first two years, cheering me on through the challenges and
lauding my successes.  She'd been more supportive of me, much of the time,
than my own wife.

   When she'd graduated high school and headed off to college, it had
created a hole in my life.  The hole had been filled, temporarily, once I
was living in Raleigh and spending some time with her every week.  Her move
to Richmond reopened the hole, but being on my own taught me a lot.  I
finished my degree in computer science with a minor in automation
engineering.  Shortly after my graduation, I got an offer to work offshore
for a big oil company.

   The oil company really didn't give a hoot where I lived, so long as I
made it to the rig for my month-on, month-off duty periods, but I moved my
small family to Corpus Christi, Texas, to make my commute easier.  The
schedule was pretty terrible, but the money was awesome.  We had a nice
house, Tommy was in a decent school, and I was managing to put quite a lot
aside for his college fund.

   Things were going pretty smoothly, from my point of view.  We'd been
living with that schedule for about eight years when my wife decided she
didn't like my month-on, month-off schedule.  Looking back on it, I suppose
I shouldn't have been surprised; it was a common enough occurrence, among
the people I worked with.  I suppose I'd thought that our marriage was
immune to that sort of friction, because Launa and I got along pretty well.
So, it was a big shock when Launa finally told me that she'd been seeing
another guy for the last year or so, and that she was leaving me and moving
to Austin with him.

   A lawyer buddy of mine got me a decent divorce settlement: just a
division of assets for a one-time payout.  The judge ordered modest monthly
alimony payments but, since Launa was so eager to marry her new guy, they
eloped almost before the ink was dry on the divorce decree, so I only had
to pay her for one month.

   The bad part was that she got full custody of Tommy.  I'd only get to
see him for a month during the summers and every other Christmas.  Luckily,
my particular rotation schedule had me off each December, or even that
might have been a problem.  Since he was twelve, it also meant that I'd
only have six years of child support.  The monetary impact would be
minimal, but the emotional upheaval left me a bit of a wreck.

   Of course, I made a call to Katherine, to let her know that Launa had
left me and that the divorce was in progress.  It was good to be able to
talk to someone other than the guys on the rig, about what was happening in
my life.  Katherine knew me like none of those guys did, and she genuinely
cared about me.  We phoned back and forth more often, during the early
stages of my divorce, and her last call came in late August, just before I
was scheduled to return to the rig for another month.

   "Danny, I'm so sorry that all this is happening to you," she told me for
the umpteenth time.  "I wish we lived closer, so that I could be there, for
you."

   "It's alright, Sis," I told her.  "These phone calls help a lot.  It's
like those commercials used to say; long distance is the next-best thing to
being there."

   "Well, I should come visit you for a few days.  What's your schedule,
for the next couple months?"

   "Well, I have to head back to the rig on September 1st, and then I'm off
for all of October," I said.

   "Your birthday's in October," she suggested.  "Why don't I drive down,
and we can celebrate it together?"

   "Sounds nice, Sis, and I'd really love to see you, again," I answered,
"but I can just as easily catch a plane to Richmond."

   "Danny, if you fly up here, I'll still have the housework and looking
after Jim and the kids to deal with.  We wouldn't get that much time to
visit.  Besides, I could use a bit of a break, myself.  I'd just as soon
come and visit you."

   "Sis, that's a two day drive each way!" I protested.  "A flight would
take maybe five hours.  At least let me buy you an airline ticket, and set
it up so that you can pick it up at the airport in Richmond."

   "Okay, Danny, I'll take you up, on that," she finally agreed.  "It'll
give us more time to visit with each other."

   "Great, Sis!" I told her.  I was beginning to realize how much I'd
missed her presence in my life, over the last few years, and getting
excited at the prospect of her visit.  "I'll call my travel agent and make
the arrangements, and then get back to you with the details."

   When I look back on it, now, I have to mark that visit as the beginning
of the really big change in my life.  I had still been pretty depressed by
my situation: I had plenty of money, but no one, really, to share it with,
and the lifestyle I led was rough on people in the offshore business. 
While she was down, though, it was a lot like 'old home week'.  We talked
quite a bit, and she really opened up to me.  She was being frustrated with
Jim, in lots of ways, and wondering if her marriage was in trouble.  When I
think about it, I guess all the warning signs were there, but that's just
how hindsight makes us feel smarter.

   The entire week of her visit was a great time, for both of us.  Katie
was able to relax a bit, away from the regimentation of being a housewife
and mother, and the two of us spent the days having fun and enjoying each
other's company.  We took a couple days to do 'tourist' things, while I
showed her some of the local sights, and the rest of our time we just spent
lounging around the house, or the pool, or taking walks along the beach
while we talked.  There was never any tension or disagreement between us,
and only one truly awkward moment.  That moment came on the morning that
Kate was due to fly home to Richmond.  We'd gone out drinking, the night
before, stayed out a little too late, and got just a little more drunk than
we'd planned.  Somehow, we made it back to my place safely, and ended up in
each other's arms in my bed.  At least, that's where we woke up, that final
morning.

   I don't know which one of us initiated the encounter, and I have no
memory of what happened.  The whole incident is still a total blank, to
this day.  I only know that it happened because we woke up in my bed, in
each other's arms.  Both of us were painfully hung over, naked, and smelled
of stale sex.  As I disentangled myself from her arms, I caught a pretty
good glimpse of Katie's body and, if I hadn't already had a severe case of
'morning wood', I'd have still been hard pretty quickly, because she was
really beautiful.  I'd had other women in that bed, and I couldn't recall
even one of them who'd had a body to match hers.

   We were both extremely embarrassed, of course, but it had happened; what
could we do?  We both mumbled apologies as we tried to cover up and slither
out of bed.  She used the top sheet as a wrap, while she collected her
clothing from the floor and slipped across the hall to the guest bedroom
where she'd slept all the other nights of her visit.  I just sat up and
turned away from her, leaning down to grab my boxers and put them on.  On
the way to the airport, we both tried to convince each other that it had
simply been a case of drunken sex.  It was an accident, and nothing would
come of it.  We promised each other that it would remain our secret, and
that no one else really needed to know that it had ever happened, most
especially Katie's husband.

   The problem didn't vanish, then, of course.  Our goodbye hug, at the
airport, was a bit awkward, partly because we were both still embarrassed
over the incident, and partly because I hadn't been able to get the image
of my beautiful, naked sister out of my mind, and I was more than a bit
hard and had to try and hug her without letting her feel that lump in my
jeans.  The guilt set in, then, as I watched her board the airplane for her
flight home.  I loved Katie very much, and there was a part of my
conscience that was telling me that, drunk or not, I still shouldn't have
let the incident happen.  Still (and here's where the real problem raised
its ugly head!), despite my guilt, shame, and embarrassment, I felt an odd
warmth in my groin as I watched her board her flight.  She had a really hot
body, for a mother of two who was fast approaching forty, and the slight
sway of her hips and buttocks as she climbed those boarding stairs was
truly a sight to behold!

   What the hell am I thinking?  I asked myself.

   We stayed in touch, after that, but never repeated the visitation.

   The years flew by, and I went through a ton of girlfriends.  None of
them could handle the month-on, month-off schedule.  They all strayed and
found new boyfriends, eventually.  I had one gal who lasted four hitches
(eight months).  She cleared out her stuff (and a lot of my possessions, as
well) when she left and, try as I might, I couldn't track her down to get
my stuff back.  Needless to say, that was the last time I trusted a woman
with a key to my house.  It was also probably the last time I really tried
to find a woman I could have a relationship with, as well.  Oh, sure, I
found the occasional lady and "got my itch scratched", but I wasn't looking
for any sort of commitments.

   I also got a vasectomy.  I was approaching the point where, even if I
was lucky enough to find that one special woman, I was getting too old to
be looking at starting a family with her.  Too, I didn't want any more
'surprises', like the one I got when Launa announced that she was pregnant
with Tommy.

   Shortly after their son Adam finished college, Katherine called me to
say she and Jim were getting a divorce.  They had raised their kids and put
them both through college and, now that their kids were leaving the nest,
her husband decided that he'd go, too.  As it turned out, he'd been having
an affair for a couple years, with a younger engineer, at the firm where he
was working.

   This meant that my sister would be forty-four years old, with two years
worth of college credits in engineering (only some of which would still
transfer, due to their age), no husband, no income (as she'd been a
stay-at-home mom and housewife) and a small monthly alimony check for a few
years.  It was very disheartening, for her, and only the support she'd
received from her kids, Adam and Zane, had gotten her through the worst of
it.  We spoke on several occasions, during her divorce, but we hadn't
communicated much in the past few months.

   In June of that same year, Tommy made his last summer visit to my place
in Corpus before starting college.  The summer visits kept us close and,
despite Launa's constant denigration of me, to him, I think he genuinely
enjoyed coming to see me.  Typically, he'd be at my house for the entire
month of June.  It was during this particular visit that he told me he'd
been accepted to NC State.  I was so happy and proud of him, I bought him a
brand new Ford Taurus, so that he could come and go as he needed.  I loved
Tommy; he really was a great kid.

   He'd done really well, in his studies, but not well enough to qualify
for a scholarship, when my income was figured into the equation.  When I
told him that the college fund I'd set aside for him would pay his living
expenses and tuition, plus cover some 'fun' stuff, his face lit up like a
kid on Christmas morning.  His mother hadn't married very well, after me,
it seemed, and it was pretty clear (from some comments he made) that his
step dad, Pete, didn't care much for him, or kids, in general, for that
matter.  He was glad to have Tommy headed off to college, and no longer at
home to interfere with whatever he and Launa decided to do on the spur of
the moment, but he was too cheap (or, perhaps, just too damn broke!) to
offer him a penny toward his college costs.

   I was both proud, and sad, the day Tommy left my place.  My son was all
grown up and, in another month or so, he'd be headed off to college.  We'd
talked a lot about what he could expect during his first year at college,
and I'd given him lots of pointers based on my own experience.  My last
advice to him, before he drove off, was, "Always use protection.  Women
aren't always truthful about being on the pill.  I would never change
having you as a son, but I would have liked having control of the timing.
I'd also want to make sure I loved the woman, and she loved me, with a
trial period of at least a year."

   Before she'd left to fly home, after her previous visit with me, I'd
made sure that Katie had a phone number to reach me on the rig (the company
had lines set aside for employee calls) as well as my home phone.  About
two weeks before the end of my September hitch, Katie called me to say that
her divorce was final, and she wanted to come down for my thirty-eighth
birthday, in October.  I said I would love to see her and I'd be happy to
pay for the flight.  This time, she insisted she was driving.  She claimed
that she'd discovered, on her previous visit to my place, that she didn't
like airplane travel.  I was about to come off the rig when she phoned me,
from Atlanta, to tell me how close she was.  As I boarded the helicopter
for the short flight to Corpus, the memory of what had happened on the last
day of her last visit came flooding back to me and, try as I might, I
couldn't get it out of my mind.  She hadn't mentioned it at all, in any of
our recent phone calls to plan her visit, but that didn't stop me from
being extremely tense, throughout the flight, or from hoping that the
incident wouldn't change things for us, too much.

   When the chopper touched down at the company's hangar on the private
side of the airport, I found my truck in the parking lot, tossed my bags
into the cargo bed, and drove home, still fussing and worrying about how
our time together would go.  Stepping through the door of my place, I took
a long look around the house, noting its condition, and the month-long
layer of dust that had accumulated over all of the furnishings, and decided
that I needed to tidy up.  I'm not a slob, by any means; I'm simply a
bachelor who spends a month at a time away from home, and who seldom
entertains guests.  I worked steadily, into the late evening, and was
nearly finished when Katie arrived.

   The doorbell rang and I walked over to answer it.  "Oh, I didn't think
you'd be here till tomorrow," I said, looking at my watch.  "It's only ten
o'clock; you must have been flying," I chided her.

   "Yes, I'll admit I was traveling with purpose," she said, dragging a
huge roller bag behind her as she stepped into the house.  "The closer I
got, the more excited I was, to see you again.  I caught a couple hours
worth of cat-nap at a service plaza just outside Atlanta, and then drove
the rest of the way.  I had this adrenaline surge, because I was getting
close, and, well, here I am."

   "I'm glad you made it safely here, Katie," I smiled, hugging her.  Then,
taking her roller bag, I asked, "Is this everything?  Last time you came,
you had two big suitcases, for a week's visit."

   "There's more in the minivan, but it can wait until tomorrow."

   Looking out at her Honda Odyssey, visible in the light of the small
lamp-post by the driveway, I could just make out that it was stuffed to the
brim.  "Is that all of your stuff, in there?" I asked smiling.

   Katherine blushingly answered, "I thought I might stay here a while,
before I decide what to do.  Is that OK?"

   "Sure thing, Sis.  I have plenty of space, here." I said kind of
surprised.  "I um - I didn't know you were even considering a move."

   "I just had to get away from that asshole, Jim," she replied, getting
really worked up.  "He doesn't think he owes me anything.  The lawyers have
it all settled, but he won't let things be.  We're splitting the proceeds
from the sale of the house, and I get fifteen thousand a year, alimony, for
the next ten years or until I get remarried.  I also got half of his
retirement savings moved into a retirement fund for me.  He couldn't fight
any of that, because it was what the courts ordered, so he's just phoning,
or coming around at odd times, unannounced, to harass me.  I didn't feel
much like putting up with that, so I sold the rest of my stuff and left.  I
wanted to get away, and go somewhere where I could forget about the whole
ordeal."

   "Come on in and sit down, and we can talk all this through, Sis." I
said. "I'll take your bag back to your room; you go relax." When I found
her, she had wandered into the family room and collapsed in one of the
recliners.  She was sobbing quietly.

   "Hey, hey," I said, starting to rub her shoulders.  "There, there; it's
going to be alright, you know?  I'm here, for you."

   "Thanks Danny.  I'm just overwhelmed, is all.  The stress is catching up
to me." she answered, sniffling herself back to a semi-calm state.

   "Well, you have lots of time to figure it all out, Katie," I said,
feeling her shoulders finally begin to relax a bit.  "You can stay here as
long as you need."

   "Really, Danny?" she smiled.  "You don't know how much that'd mean, to
me."

   "You can move in, for that matter." I heard myself saying, not thinking
ahead.  "I'm only here half the time, anyway.  It'd be good to have someone
I can trust, here, looking after things while I'm out on the rig."

   "Danny, you're the best," she said, turning around to hug me awkwardly
over the chair back.

   The quick motion caused some unintentional contact, which I did my best
to ignore as I returned her hug.  "I think you need to get some sleep. 
I've just come off the rig, and I could do with some myself," I said,
stroking her long blond hair.

   "I wish I could sleep," Katie responded.  "I've been having insomnia,
for the longest time."

   Now that I looked into her face, I could see the dark circles under her
eyes.  I kissed her on her forehead and told her, "I have just the thing."

   I went into the kitchen and dug my bottle of melatonin out of the
cabinet where I keep vitamins and supplements.  I shook two tablets out of
the bottle, grabbed a glass of water, and returned to the family room.

   "Here, take these," I said, handing her the pills and the water.

   "What is it?" she asked, as she accepted them.

   "Melatonin," I answered.  "It's a natural hormone the body generates,
that helps regulate the sleep or wake cycle.  When it's nearing time for
you to go to sleep, the body releases more melatonin into the system.  That
relaxes you, and gets you ready to drift off to sleep easily.  Stress can
result in the body not producing as much melatonin, thus creating insomnia.
I take these, periodically, when I have to work odd hours on the rig.  I
don't do it often but, sometimes, I'm required to work nights.  It's not a
drug, and you won't feel any after effects."

   She swallowed the pills and asked, "Can we sit on the sofa, awhile?  I
need some 'little brother' hugs."

   We moved to the sofa, I placed the glass on the end table, sat beside
her and she snuggled in under my arm.  We were both gone in about thirty
minutes.  I woke with a start, around four, to find her still snuggled into
me, a wet spot on my chest where she'd drooled a bit.  I sat there, for a
few minutes, watching her breathe in and out.  She still had a periodic
heavy sigh from all the crying she'd done.  I couldn't bear to wake her, so
I put the recliner sofa up and drifted back into sleep, stroking her hair.

   When I awoke again, Katie was starting to stir.  Looking back over at
the clock it was now almost 8:00 in the morning.  "Wow, you really slept
for quite a while, Sis."

   "God, it was so nice, Dan!  I haven't slept that good, in weeks!" she
exclaimed.  While she was stretching into a sitting position, she noticed
her drool, "Oh, I'm sorry I've left you a mess."

   "Don't worry about that.  I'm just happy you got some sleep, even if it
wasn't in a nice bed," I said, stroking her back.  "Why don't we go and get
some breakfast."

   "Oh, that would be great.  What are you in the mood for, little
brother?"

   "You can decide," I said, realizing my morning wood was telling me about
what I'd really like.

   "Okay, how about some pancakes?" she pronounced.

   "That'd be good," I replied.  "Why don't you go get showered and change?
I'll do the same."

   My house has two master suites, although one is really more of a guest
suite.  I went to my room, which had a big two-person shower.  That shower
was the main reason I'd kept the house, after the divorce.  The previous
owner (who'd had the place built) had added it in as a custom feature, and
it's not easy to find a similar set-up without going with new construction.
Stripping down, I got in and cranked on the multiple heads and got the
grime off.  I don't get particularly dirty on the rig, but the water there
just doesn't seem to get me as clean as I get, at home.  When it's my
house, my water, my soap, and my shampoo, it just makes me feel cleaner and
better.

   I still had that case of morning wood that'd been enhanced by my
sister's choice of words, when I heard her call my name.  It sounded as if
she was right outside my bathroom, but I had shampoo in my hair, and so I
didn't look, to see.  "I'll be right out, Sis," I answered loudly.

   When I got out of the shower and started drying off, I noticed my
clothes weren't on the floor where I'd left them.  I walked into my bedroom
and found Katie, sorting laundry from my hamper.  Hastily, I draped the
towel around my waist.  "Whoa.  I didn't know you were in here, Sis."

   "Sorry; I saw the trail of clothes you'd left, and started picking them
up," she said, casting her eyes away from me.  "When I went to put them in
the hamper, I noticed it was full to overflowing...  so I just started
sorting them."

   "You don't have to do that," I said, thankful she'd turned away and
couldn't see I was still pretty excited.  I quickly got on some boxers from
my drawer.  "It's safe now," I told her, somewhat prematurely.

   She turned around, "I just want to help out, while I'm here." Her eyes
drifted to my slightly tented front and blushed.  "I'll just get this load
started, so you'll have clothes when we get back." she said, quickly
brushing past me.

   "I'll be ready in a jiff," I offered.  I quickly got on some jeans and a
shirt.  Walking out into the hall I found her waiting.  "I can't believe
you got ready before me.  You already started that load of laundry, too?"

   "Well, I'm quick, at some things," she said, smiling.  "I've been doing
laundry a couple times a week for so long that it's just second nature... I
make it go fast, so I can tend to other stuff."

   "Yeah, but you finished in the bathroom and got dressed before me..." I
said quizzically.

   "Well, I don't have any shampoo, and I just had my hair colored," she
said a little oddly.

   "Oh, it looks really nice, but it looks like your normal color," I said,
looking at it more closely.

   "No, Dan, my normal color is quite gray, nowadays," she said, poking me
in the ribs with an index finger.  "But, thanks for saying it's nice."

   "Oh, I guess I didn't even think about that possibility," I said
absently.  "It's hard to picture you as having gray hair.  You look too
young, for that."

   "Flatterer!" she laughed, waving away my compliment.

   Looking at her, in her simple skirt and blouse, I just couldn't
understand why any man would leave her.  She didn't look forty-four, at
all. She was still every bit as shapely as a lot of women half her age, and
there were almost no wrinkles on her face.  Her hands were very delicate,
and looked as though they belonged to one of those hand models.

   "Really, you look great," I said finally.  "That Jim is an idiot, for
walking away from you."

   "You're silly," she punched me, and I pretended it hurt.

   "Hey," I countered, "You're kind of hot, Sis, whether you admit to it,
or not.  And I don't think I could find too many guys who'd disagree with
me, on that score!"

   "Save your butter for the pancakes," she smiled, deviously.

   Oh my god.  I thought.  She's pushing that innuendo on purpose.  Trying
to push those thoughts away, I said, "OK, well let's go then."

   We took my Ford F250, since her Odyssey was still loaded with the rest
of her belongings.  The truck was all I had, right then.  I'd been
considering getting a car but, somehow, it had never become a priority. 
The whole way to the restaurant, she sat there and watched my driving.

   "You're a very defensive driver, Dan," she said, as we pulled into the
parking lot of the pancake place.

   "I'm cautious about almost everything, these days," I replied.  "The
industry I work in places an emphasis on safety, and my own private life
experiences have led me to trust very few people."

   "That's why you were acting a bit unsure about letting me stay,
yesterday," she said in a quiet voice.

   "What?  I wanted you to stay, Sis," I replied.  "I still do!"

   "You weren't certain it was a good idea, at the time.  I could see the
wheels spinning, as you made the offer.  You don't have to worry; I promise
not to sleep with you again," she said, the last bit jokingly.

   "I wasn't hesitating because of that," I teased her back.  "I trust you.
I love you, and I know you wouldn't hurt me.  I just don't know if I trust
me not to hurt you."

   "Oh, Dan," she laughed softly.  "You've never hurt me, not even that
night.  What we, um...  well, I mean...  what happened, happened.  It was
embarrassing, at the time but, now, I kind of think of it fondly."

   Fondly?  I wondered where she was headed, with that line of thinking.  I
wanted to ask her to explain what she meant, but the parking lot of the
restaurant wasn't the proper place for that conversation.

   "Well, you hungry or what?" I asked, getting out of the truck.

   As I waited at the front of the truck, she opened her door and hopped
down.  I couldn't help notice the nice sway of her blouse as she landed. 
It was obvious that she'd decided to forego wearing a bra.  She walked up
to me and took my hand.  It was really nice, even if a bit surprising.  She
was nearly as tall as me and I'm 6' 3".  Her shoes did have a heel, but it
wasn't very large.  Walking into the local diner, we could smell the
fragrances of breakfast.  It wasn't very busy on this lovely Wednesday. 
That is one of the advantages of my schedule: when I'm off, lots of other
people are working.  Walking into most places at nine o'clock on a weekday
morning, and not dealing with crowds or lines, is nice.

   There was one girl, doing double duty as both hostess and waitress.  She
seated us quickly, and left us with menus while she fetched glasses of
water and the table settings.  We opened our menus and started to look them
over.  I was starving, just looking at the photos of the food, and I heard
a faint tummy rumble coming from across the table.  I looked up, and Kate
peered briefly over the top of her menu at me, blushing slightly.

   "Sorry about that, Dan," she murmured in a low voice.  "I guess I'm
hungrier than I thought."

   "No problem, Sis," I chuckled back at her, patting my slightly expanded
waistline, briefly.  "I'm feeling the same way.  I've just got a better
'muffler' than you do, is all."

   "Have you two love birds decided what you'd like, yet?" The waitress was
back already, and placing napkins, silverware, and place mats in front of
us.  That's another advantage of my schedule.  I get much quicker service,
hitting places when business volume is low.

   Katie smiled at the description, but didn't correct her.  "Yes, I'd like
to have the pancake special with bacon and eggs over easy."

   "That is exactly what I was going to get." I laughed.  "I also want a
side order of hash-browns all the way, and some coffee."

   "Ooo, that sounds good, too," Katie said.  "I think I'll take some, as
well."

   "Thanks, you two.  My name is Kate, and I'll be right back with that
coffee."

   "Another Kate," I said, as our waitress departed.  "They're coming out
of the woodwork, around here."

   Katie smiled and took my hand.  "I love you, Dan."

   "I love you too, Katie," I replied.  "What brought that on?"

   "I just wanted to say it; I wanted to say it yesterday when you opened
the door." She paused and looked about to tear up again.  Then pushing it
away with her hand she continued, "I guess I'm still going through what you
went through six years ago, with Launa, suffering from betrayal and having
trust issues.  It's just nice to be with someone you know has your back."

   Out of the corner of my eye, I saw our waitress approaching with the
coffee service, and we quickly let go of each other's hands, to make room
on the table.

   "Here's that coffee," Kate (the waitress) said, pouring us each a cup.
"You two make such a sweet couple." Then she told us, "I think I see your
food being put up right now.  I'll be right back."

   "Now that is quick," I said, laughing.

   "I don't think I've ever had my food show up this speedily, Dan," Katie
said, after Kate left.  "You'll need to leave a nice tip."

   "I always tip well, Sis; these people work very hard.  I can't
understand why some customers are frequently unkind to workers who just
aren't paid much."

   Kate was right back with our plates on a big round tray, which she
expertly maneuvered to deliver each item.  "Is there anything else I can
get y'all?" she asked.

   "No, everything looks great, Kate," I responded.

   Evidently, Katie was pretty hungry.  She'd already dug in and was
apparently really enjoying her pancakes and blueberry syrup.  I smiled,
briefly, and then attacked my own plate full of food.

   "I guess you liked them," I teased her, as she wolfed down the last bite
of her pancakes.  "You want some of mine?"

   "No, thanks, they were just the thing, though: comfort food, to the
rescue of emotional damage," she said thoughtfully.

   "We need to stop by the grocery store when we're done here," I
mentioned. "I always empty out the refrigerator when I leave for a month,
nowadays."

   "I guess I hadn't thought about that part of your life, much," Katie
said, looking distant.  "What's it like, out there?"

   "It's all about the same as living in the dorms, at college, just way
more industrial and cramped.  We have rooms with beds, central bathrooms, a
chow hall, an exercise room, and all the porn you can stream at home comes
right into our connection," I said, grinning.

   "Yeah, I hadn't thought about that either.  A month can be a very long
time, without the comforts of home," she said, her mischievous grin
lighting up her face.

   "You don't know the half of it." I played along.  "But, honestly, I
don't think I've been with a woman, now, in almost a year."

   "Have you gone over to the other side, Dan?" She looked sadly at me.

   "No, I'm not gay.  It's just that I can't bring myself to trust any of
the women I meet," I said, looking at my empty plate.  This conversation
topic was taking me to a place I really didn't want to visit.

   "We should go." I said, finally, getting out my wallet and putting forty
bucks on the table.

   "Dan, that's way too much," she said, pulling my hand.

   "I told you I tip well, and I don't wait around or in line much while
I'm home," I said bluntly.  "Come on; let's go shopping for food, for the
rest of the week."

   I opened the door and we waved to the waitress, "Thanks, very much."

   At the truck, I opened the door for Katie.  "You need help up?" I asked.


   "I got in, just fine, the first time," she said.

   "Yeah, but then I saw you jump down, and reconsidered my manners," I
said, blushing a bit.

   "I saw you watching me jump down and didn't think it was my safety, that
had your attention," she said, accepting my hand with a smile as I assisted
her up into the cab.

   "Okay, you caught me," I admitted.  "You're very attractive, you know?"

   "Keep on telling me that, and I just might start to believe it," she
laughed.

   Thinking I'd said too much, I quickly closed the door.  Hopping into the
driver seat, I started the truck and drove to the grocery store, which was
just in the next block.  "Can you grab those bags, behind you, Sis?" I
asked, as I was closing my door.  She grabbed several cloth bags behind her
seat, while I walked around to help her down.

   "You're such a gentleman, Dan," she beamed at me.  "Thanks."

   "What kinds of food should we get?" I asked her.  "I mean, I always get
fresh vegetables and fruits, milk and perishables, but what kinds of home
cooked meals would you like?"

   "Oh, we can just get whatever's on special," she said.

   "We can, but we don't have to.  I make decent enough money that I don't
have to skimp or budget-shop, when it comes to food.  We can make this
special, and get whatever strikes our fancy," I said.

   "Oh my god, I'm sorry, Dan.  I totally forgot that your birthday is
tomorrow."

   "Yeah, but that's not what I meant, about special.  It's going to be
really nice, having you here, I think.  We can have a real simple meal for
my birthday.  I don't need to be reminded of how old I am."

   "What do you mean, how old you are, Dan?" she asked me, her eyes holding
a mischievous twinkle.  "You're not even forty, and you're in great shape,
judging from what I saw of you, in the bedroom."

   What the hell was going on, here?  Why was she continually allowing that
sexual edge to creep into her banter?

   Grabbing a cart and depositing the bags into it, I said, "Yeah, let's
not go there.  I should have put on my jeans, before I told you it was
clear.  I forgot I was tenting."

   She fell in beside me and hugged on my arm.  We each grabbed several
items as we went through the produce aisles.  Tomatoes, spinach, mushrooms,
purple onions, apples, oranges, bananas, carrots, celery, cucumbers, and
grapes all found their way into the cart.  In the bakery aisle, I picked up
several different breads that had been baked there, in the store.  In the
meat section, I selected some really nice steaks and some large shrimp,
while Katie grabbed a package of chicken breast and a pork roast.  We
gathered several boxes of crackers and a few bags of chips, as we wheeled
the cart through the snack aisle.  Milk, eggs, half and half, sour cream,
and several different kinds of cheese went into the cart, from the dairy
section.  Then we looked at some beer on the way out.  I put a couple
six-packs of 'light' brews into the cart, and we were done.

   "That should do for now, don't you think?" I asked her.

   "More than enough, I'd think," she said.  "Although, some wine might be
a nice addition to a couple of our meals."

   She pointed to the display of table wines featured near the beer
section, as she made the comment.

   "Let's skip that, for the moment," I suggested.  "I've got a few bottles
at home, both red and white."

   "Okay," she smiled.  "I think we've got what we need, for most of our
meals for the next week."

   "Yeah, and we'll eat out, some, too.  I like to cook, but I don't enjoy
having to fix every meal for myself," I remarked.

   "Well, I can take on some cooking, too.  I'm not just here for you to
wait on me, hand and foot, Dan."

   "Yes, Sis.  I know.  You're the most helpful person I know.  Just like
this morning..." I said putting my hand on hers as we approached the check
out.

   "Did you two find everything okay, today?" the clerk asked, as he
started ringing everything up.

   "You bet," I said, handing him the bags we'd brought.  The young man
took the bags, but was clearly giving Katie a good look over.  I wondered
if she noticed, like I did.

   With everything bagged and in the cart, we headed out to load them into
the back of the truck.  That was one disadvantage of the truck.  It had
some space behind the seats, just not enough for groceries.  They always
went in the back.  As I finished loading them, I looked at Katie, "Maybe
I'll do it, this time off."

   "What's that, Dan?"

   "Oh, just thinking out loud.  I've been thinking it was time to replace
this silly truck with a car.  Maybe it's time.  You up for dealing with car
salesmen, this week, Sis?"

   "Is anyone ever up, for that?" she shivered.

   "Oh, it's not that bad.  We'll go in and tease a few, while we test out
the high end ones..." I joked.

   The trip home was silent.  Katie seemed to be deep in thought, and I
wondered what she was thinking, but didn't want to push her.  We got all
the groceries into the house, and I started to put them away while she went
off to deal with the laundry.  When she returned to the kitchen, she was
wearing a yellow bikini, and I nearly tripped over my tongue.

   "I haven't had a chance to test the pool, Katie-bug," I said, using my
nickname for her.

   "I can do it; you taught me, last time," she said, as she watched me
looking at her.  Her eyes twinkled as she turned and opened the French
doors that opened onto the patio and pool area.

   "Yeah, I guess I forgot," I said, my mind still reeling from the sight
of her, in that skimpy bathing suit.

   I busied myself in the kitchen, making up a tray of veggies to snack on,
during the day.  While I worked, I watched her through the windows and the
French doors, as she carefully cleaned the pool.  Every so often, she bent
way over, giving me a very nice view.  I was getting stiff, just standing
there, watching her as she moved.

   I have got to put that out of my head, I thought.  I cannot hurt her
again.

   I went to my room, to change into some swim trunks, and wound up pacing
around for a while, letting my arousal subside.  Then I grabbed some beach
towels from the linen closet, and went out to the pool.  Katie was
showering off, over by the pool house.  Her top had become somewhat
see-through, and I began to wonder if I was being tempted on purpose.

   "I tested the salinity and pH, like you showed me.  Everything looks
good.  I left the test kit over there, on the table, for you to double
check," she said, wetting her long blond hair.

   "I'm sure it's fine.  I have a guy that checks it, while I'm away and
before I come home.  I just normally make sure," I said, trying not to look
at the very perky, dark aureoles that were now plainly visible through her
top.

   She had to have noticed my gaze, but she didn't say anything.  The day
was lovely, and we swam and sunned for most of the rest of the morning. 
Around 1:30 PM, I asked her if she wanted some of the snacks I'd made, and
we had a little snack and a couple of lite beers at the little wrought iron
bistro table by the outdoor kitchen.  When we'd eaten our fill, I took the
tray inside, covered it with plastic-wrap, and tucked it back into the
fridge.

   "You have quite the set up, here, Dan," she commented, raising her
bottle to her lips as I returned to the patio.

   "Yeah, I don't really go out, that much, when I'm home.  I like it here.
The house is secluded, and the view is pretty good, too," I said, realizing
my blunder immediately.

   "You just won't let it go, will you, you perv?" she chided me as she
pushed back her chair and rose from the table.

   I was really talking about the house's view of the Gulf but, instead of
simply defending the statement, I dove into it, wanting to cut directly to
the heart of the issue.

   "Oh, you know I was talking about the Gulf, you tease.  We've both been
squirming, avoiding the incident from that night, nearly six years ago,
ever since you got here!  I've tried my level best to refrain from bringing
the subject up, but you keep throwing it in my face.  What gives?"

   "I don't...  um...  What?"

   "Don't act all shy and surprised, miss see-through,
barely-covers-my-nice-tits-and-ass bikini," I said, smiling and taking her
hand.  "I really am sorry that it happened the way it did, back then.  I've
thought about it a lot, over the years.  I can't tell you how many times
I've picked up the phone, to call you and talk about it, and then chickened
out and hung up because I wasn't sure what to say."

   "Me too, Dan," she said.  There was a long pause.

   "What do you mean, 'me, too'?" I prompted her.

   "I mean, I'm sorry, too.  It really does take two, to tango, you know.
Nothing could have happened, even if you did make the first move, unless I
went along with it.  And, what if it was me, who made the first move? 
Either way, we're both at fault.  I've wanted to call you, so many times
but, like you, I didn't quite know what to say.

   "I guess I have been acting a bit naughty to you, today," she finally
admitted.  "I can't remember much about that whole night.  We were really
drunk.  The main thing I remember was waking up, realizing what we'd done,
and seeing you like, that.  I mean, you had your 'morning wood', and you
were pretty big.  I don't think I've ever seen one that thick, and I
couldn't believe I had somehow gotten it in me.  But, the whole plane ride
home, I could still feel where you had been, inside me."

   "So what do we do about it?" I asked honestly.  "I have no memory of the
event, either.  Just like you, I saw you when I woke up, and how awesome
your body was."

   "I don't know what to do, Dan," she said.  "I don't think I came here to
seduce you..."

   "Oh, I never thought that.  You came here, back then, when I needed you,
and now you've come back when you needed me." I said.  "But I have to say
that what you're wearing, right now, and the way you've teased me since
last night, makes me really regret not having any memory of the event."

   "So you feel deprived, too?" she queried.

   "Yeah, that's kind of it.  We did it, but I don't remember and wish I
did....  I was deprived of the memory, but still have the shame of having
done that to you."

   "Shame?  You feel shame about it?" she asked, looking shocked.

   "I figured I was responsible, Katie-bug," I said sadly.  "I would never
intentionally hurt you.  I love you so much."

   "Oh, Dan," she said, as she hugged me tightly.

   All I could do was hug back.  The whole time I held her, my manhood was
just filling and filling.  The feel of her arms around me was pure heaven,
her scent was making me crazy, her nipples were pressing into my bare
chest, and the memory of my glimpse of her, lying naked and beautiful
beside me flooded my brain.

   "I love you so much, Danny.  I know you'd never hurt me.  I just need
you to help me through this," she whispered in my ear.

   "I'm here for you," I whispered back.  My trunks were really straining,
now.

   She finally noticed the effect she was having, on me.  "Oh, Dan, I'm so
sorry." She patted it briefly and, then, with a choked cry, turned and ran
into the house.

   I didn't really know what to do.  I felt bad, but I didn't have much
control over how my body was reacting to the physical contact she'd been
giving me.  Slowly, the swelling was going down, and I decided I'd head
inside and work on some dinner preparations.  I figured I'd make some
shrimp Alfredo over wilted spinach, rather than a bunch of pasta, since we
already carb'd out at breakfast.

   The first thing I did was go change back into some baggy clothing that
I'd held back from my heavy days.  At one point, I'd weighed as much as
275. Even at 6' 3", that's too much.  I had a pretty low self-esteem at the
time, stemming from the divorce, and there is always bad food to eat on the
rig.  It took a lot of willpower to get back to my 220 and maintain it. 
That still had me as bulky, but I had a lot of muscle.  That was the period
of my life when I converted one of the rooms in the house to an exercise
room.

   Walking back into the kitchen in my frumpy clothes, I started to make
the sauce.  I cooked the onions and garlic, first, in some olive oil, then
strained them out and used the flavored oil to cook the shrimp.  My recipe
for Alfredo sauce uses cream cheese, milk, a little half and half, and a
little butter.  With the sauce made, all I needed to do was wilt the
spinach lightly in the microwave.  It was quick, easy, and not too
fattening, but still comfort food.  I liked to call it healthy comfort
food.

   I wasn't sure what to do about Katie.  I'd figured she'd come out when
she smelled the food, but that plan wasn't working.  At least, it didn't
appear to be working, yet.  The sauce would keep for at least an hour, I
figured, so I turned on the news for a bit.  After thirty minutes or so, I
went to her door and knocked.

   "Katie, I'm really sorry, about earlier.  Don't you want to eat?" There
was no answer.  I cracked the door and found her on the bed, asleep.  She'd
change clothes, too, and appeared to have cried herself to sleep.  I felt
like a real bum, and I desperately wanted to fix this situation between us,
if I could.  Kneeling on the floor beside the bed, I stroked her hair and
whispered, "Katie" a few times until she stirred.  "Hey, I just wanted to
tell you how bad I felt about earlier."

   "Oh, Dan.  You need to stop apologizing to me!  I was the one teasing
you.  Then, when you responded to our physical closeness, I lost my nerve."
She reached up and hugged me to her.  Then she whispered to me.  "I love
you, and my body wants you, too.  I just need to wrap my head around that."

   "Hey, we have all the time in the world, for whatever life has in store
for us," I offered.  "You don't have to do anything for me.  I'm here to
support you.  I love you so much, Katie.  I just wish I could take your
pain on, for you."

   "You do, don't you?" she whispered, hugging me closer.  We stayed like
that for several minutes until her tension relaxed.  Finally, she asked in
a soft voice, "What smells so good?"

   "Oh, I made some shrimp Alfredo sauce to go over wilted spinach.  You
hungry?" I asked finally, breaking the embrace.

   "You don't know how hungry I am." she sighed, sitting up and scooting to
the edge of the bed.  "One more hug, little brother." She hugged me again
as I knelt.  Then she got up and accompanied me out into the kitchen.

   "Won't be but a minute or so; I just need to reheat the sauce and steam
the spinach for about 30 seconds," I told her, as she pulled up a bar stool
to the granite island where I was cooking.

   The kitchen had a nice work triangle and was really another reason I'd
held on to the house.  It had a big island with a gas cook top at one end
and space to eat at the other.  It also had a really modern stainless steel
vent hood that, although I rarely used it, made it look like a professional
kitchen.  As the sauce came back to a boil, I sprinkled a tiny bit of water
on the spinach in her bowl, covered it with a plate, and placed it in the
microwave for 30 seconds.  At the ding, the sauce was just right and I put
a generous serving on top of the wilted spinach.

   "Here you go," I said, placing it at her seat.  "Would you like some
grated Parmesan and black pepper?"

   "Ooo, yes, just the cheese, please," she affirmed.

   As I ground the cheese, I realized I hadn't gotten any utensils.  "Let
me get you some utensils."

   "This looks nice, Dan," she said, sniffing it deeply.

   "I like to cook, when I'm home.  So much of what I get on the rig is
pre-made, or over-cooked, or unhealthy," I said, as I handed her a knife,
fork and cloth napkin.  "The pepper grinder is here, if you change your
mind." I placed it on the island between us.

   I started fixing my bowl the same as I'd done for hers, then pulled a
stool up opposite her and started to eat.  Then, feeling stupid, I asked,
"Hey, did you want some red or white wine with this?"

   "Oh, um, yeah.  What do you have, that would go well with this?" she
asked.

   "I have a really excellent Riesling, that's chilled," I told her.  "I
also have a nice Sangiovese that I love with any meal.  I have a bunch of
other stuff, in my wine cellar.

   I really had around 100 or more bottles in my collection.  It was
something else I had spent some of my money on, while upgrading the house.
It wasn't really a cellar, since we don't have many basements in Corpus
Christi, but it was a temperature and humidity-controlled room.  That was
where I was building my small collection.

   "I think I'll try the Riesling," she said.  "You're supposed to have
white wine, with crème sauce dishes."

   Pulling the bottle out of the little wine refrigerator under the island,
I got out the corkscrew and opened it up.  I presented the cork to her with
a little flourish, as I'd seen the sommelier do at a couple of the posh
restaurants I'd visited.  "Here you are, Madame; does it suit you?"

   She smiled a broad beautiful smile as she sniffed the cork.  Her eyes
twinkled as she answered, "It smells fantastic, kind sir."

   "Excellent; I'll pour you a glass," I said with a little bow.

   As I got down some glasses from the rack, she watched me intently.  I
poured hers and gave it to her, to taste.  "How is it?" I asked.

   "It has a very nice flavor.  I think it'll really go nicely, with this
meal," she said.  I finished pouring her glass and then mine.  As I was
sitting down to take a sip, she asked me, "Do you treat all of your dates
to such finery?"

   I nearly spit my wine out my nose, at her bluntness.  "Well, um..." I
stammered, trying to recover.  "I don't have many dates, these days.  As I
might have mentioned, already, I have a lot of trust issues." I took
another sip of wine, hoping to actually swallow this one correctly.

   Her eyes betrayed her mirth, as she continued, "You don't have to work
so hard, for me, Danny."

   I nearly choked on that sip of wine, too.  I'd heard that little line
before, and it ended with, "I'm a sure thing."

   Stunned at the turn in her mood and tone, I was quite happy that she was
happy.  "I generally like my dates to be happy and comfortable.  There
should be as little tension as possible.  I'm so happy you came."

   That was another poor choice of wording, on my part, but there was no
way to recover from that one, without calling further attention to it.

   Reaching across the bar, she took my hand.  "Thanks, little brother; you
really are one of the good ones."

   We finished eating, shortly after that.  I pushed my plate back from in
front of me and sat there, sipping my Riesling and admiring her face.  At
length, she looked me directly in the eyes, "What?"

   "Nothing, Sis.  I was just looking at you." I looked away, feeling the
tension between us returning.  It felt pretty precarious, just then. 
"You're very pretty in this light.  I'm sorry that I was staring." I got up
to start cleaning up the kitchen.

   "I told you to stop apologizing, Dan," she responded.  "I just wondered
what you were thinking.  I wasn't accusing you of anything.  Here, let me
help you with all this."

   "You don't have to do that, Katie-bug," I said instinctively.  "I just
want you to begin the healing process."

   "I like cleaning, little brother" she said, giving me a hug as she
rounded the counter.  "It clears my mind.  It helps me feel better about
myself, when my surroundings are tidy.  Your house is very tidy; it puts me
at ease.  I just want to do my part, as long as I'm staying here, to help
keep it that way."

   We cleaned up the cooking area and placed all the dishes and pans in the
dishwasher.  Then I poured myself another glass of wine, held the bottle
out toward her, and asked, "Would you like some more?" She nodded, and I
poured.

   She walked back over to the recliner sofa and sat down in the middle,
and patted the seat where I'd sat the previous night.  "Come sit with me,"
she pleaded, gently.

   "Of course," I said, assuming my place beside her.

   Snuggling up to me she sighed.  "I'm thinking about going back to
school."

   "Hey, that's a good idea," I encouraged.  "Are you thinking of
completing your engineering degree?"

   "Yeah, it feels like the right thing to do.  I have money coming, from
the house settlement.  I just think it would give me something else to
focus on, other than the betrayal and loss," she said, stroking my knee.

   "You're welcome to stay here, while you go.  Texas A&M has a campus,
here," I offered.

   "That might be just the thing, little brother," she said, sitting up and
leaning in, toward me.

   I wasn't expecting it, at all, when I felt her place her lips on mine. I
didn't kiss back, at first; I was feeling pretty confused.  Then, I noticed
that she wasn't really in a hurry to move her lips from where they
currently rested, and I timidly joined in the kiss.  Time seemed to have
become elastic, stretching out to where seconds grew to be minutes long. 
Then, suddenly, our lips were slightly open, our tongues were touching, and
electricity came alive between our mouths.  Her hand slipped, almost
unnoticed, to the nape of my neck, resting gently there but not letting me
retreat.  Eventually, though, our mouths parted and a soft moan emanated
from her throat.

   We pulled slightly back, then, our faces a scant hand's breadth apart,
our eyes locked intently on each other.  I was trying to still my whirling
thoughts, and I figured that she was making an effort to do the same. 
After what seemed a long while, she blinked and her face took on a rosy hue
as she blushed beautifully.

   "I don't know why I did that," she told me with an embarrassed grin.

   "It was very nice," I reassured her, lightly touching her face.

   She fell silent, then, and I waited for her to respond.  When she
didn't, I spoke again.

   "You know I love you, and that I would do almost anything, for you..."

   "Yes, and you are helping me.  But I should have asked, first," she
said, kind of admonishing herself and turning her face downward towards her
lap.

   I moved my hand to her face, put the tip of my finger beneath her chin,
and gently tilted it back to look at me.  "You don't have to ask, Sis," I
whispered.

   She smiled, then snuggled into my chest and relaxed, and we just sat
there for an hour.  It was nice just to hold each other.  I would
occasionally stroke her hair, and she would occasionally shift or stroke my
knee.  She was clearly waging an internal struggle.

   "Dan, could we sleep in a bed tonight?" she finally asked.

   "Oh, sure." I laughed.  "Sleeping on the sofa wasn't really my plan,
last night.  It just kind of happened that way."

   "W- Would you mind...  if I slept with you?" she pressed.

   "I have a California king bed, that you're welcome to share.  It's
wider, and a little longer than the one in the guest room."

   "I just want to be held.  Last night was so nice, but I woke up with a
little cramp, from sleeping on your chest," she giggled.

   "Okay; well, let me change the sheets on it first," I offered.

   "You don't need to do that; I like how you smell.  It reminds me of,
um..." she cut herself short.

   Rescuing her from her own words, I quickly said, "Well, I'm pretty tired
and you still have some dark circles under your eyes.  Are you ready to go
to bed now?" I asked, stroking her long blond hair lightly.

   "Yes; I just need to get my nightgown from my bag, and brush my teeth."
She stood and headed back the hallway.

   "Okay, I'll go get into some boxers and a tee shirt," I called after
her. I usually slept naked, but felt that might be too frightening.

   In my bedroom, I hastily slipped out of my baggy track suit and into a
pair of boxers and an old NC State tee shirt.  As I brushed my teeth I
thought to myself, If anything is going to happen, tonight, or whenever, I
want her to be the instigator.  Finishing in the bathroom, I turned out the
lights, taking a moment to shove a little night light into an outlet over
the counter.  It wasn't very bright, but its glow should help Katie find
the bathroom easily, in the middle of the night.

   She met me in my room a few minutes later.  Her gown was knee length,
and looked like silk.  The chest area was a bit more open than I was
expecting, but not too revealing.  I turned down the covers on the bed, and
asked, "Which side do you prefer, Katie-bug?"

   "I like to sleep on the bathroom side," she said smiling.

   "That would be the left, then; I'll take the right," I said, walking
around to that side to climb in.  The AC was still running and I pulled up
the covers as I got in.

   Katie got in and snuggled her back up to me.  I turned off the touch
lamp on my night table, and we quickly drifted off to sleep.

   I awoke slowly, in the early morning.  I was dreaming about something
and, in that 'twilight' state between sleep and wakefulness, I was thinking
I needed to go to the bathroom.  After a few moments, I noticed a pressure
and wetness on my penis and I woke more completely.  Katie was under the
covers, with her head at my crotch.  After another moment, I could feel her
working me harder with her mouth.  I just lay there, not saying or doing
anything, for as long as I could.  Another five minutes, and I was nearing
the point of no return.  She was expertly working me, there, in no
uncertain terms.

   I lifted the covers to watch, and she smiled up at me with loving eyes.
"I thought I'd pay off all my teasing debts, this morning," she said, as
she returned to take me fully into her mouth.  As she quickened her pace
and pushed me deeper into her throat, I lost it.

   "Ohhhh, god, Sis!  I'm cummmming!" I groaned deeply as I spewed forth
into her waiting mouth.  She didn't gasp or choke, she simply held me deep
in her mouth and throat for the entire orgasm.  Despite my jerking and
twitching abdomen, she stayed with me, sucking and stroking the underside
of my cock with her tongue.

   When my orgasm subsided, she slid back up along side me and gave me a
deep, passionate kiss.  I tasted the remnants of my ejaculate on her
tongue, and decided that it was definitely something I could get used to,
if this sort of thing became a part of our 'routine'.  Embracing her, I
found her irresistible.  Finally, as we released each other, I had to ask
her.  "What was that about, again?"

   "I love you, Dan.  I felt bad about teasing you, yesterday," she
explained.  "I just thought I'd take away your morning tension."

   "Huh?" It was an inelegant reply, to be sure, but it was all I could
think of, to say, at the moment.  The orgasm might have faded from my body,
but the awe and wonder of having received such a loving blow-job from my
sister still had my mind spinning like a top.

   "Well, when I woke up, you were spooned up against my back.  I could
feel you, all hard and pressing into me, and I just had to see it.  Of
course, once I saw it, I just had to have it in my mouth," she said,
playfully.

   "Sis, that was incredible!" I stammered.  "You don't owe me anything,
though.  I don't want you to feel like you ever have to do anything with
me."

   "Well, I wanted to do it for you.  I hope it was okay," she said,
looking somewhat dejected.

   "Okay?  Okay?  Oh, my god, Sis!  Don't you know how wonderful you were?"
I implored.

   "You think so?" she asked.

   "I'm telling you, Sis; that may have been the most mind blowing
experience I've had!" I might have been overstating the experience, but the
mind is a funny place.  Emotions factor into physical response and having
my own sister give me such a skillful blow-job most definitely qualified as
mind blowing.

   I was wondering if I should offer to return the favor when she asked,
"What are you thinking?  Did I go too far?"

   "You can go as far as you like, Sis.  We're both adults.  I've been
holding back.  I just didn't want to push you to do anything you weren't
comfortable doing."

   "I think I'm falling in love with you, little brother," she confessed.
"I don't know if that's wrong, but I'm pretty sure I want you."

   "You have no idea how many times I've thought about you, and what must
have happened, that night." I assured her.  "I have guiltily wanted this
ever since I saw you, the next morning."

   "Are you sure we can do this?" she asked excitedly.

   "We can go as slow or fast you desire.  We can stop any time you say," I
responded.  "I think I've always had a crush on my big sister.  I just
don't think I've ever been honest with myself, about the extent of that
crush."

   She sat up, reached under the covers, and lifted her nightgown over and
off of her head.  Underneath, there was only her shapely body.  "Dan, I
want you to have me.  I don't think I can wait another minute!"

   Wishing to comply and make her happy, I joined her state of nudity,
quickly removing my boxers and tee shirt.  "You are simply beautiful,
Katie! I wish you could see what I see!"

   She stretched out completely and slowly pulled the covers down until she
had exposed herself to her knees.  "Please, Dan, I want it so bad!"

   Slowly removing the rest of the covers, I crawled in between her legs.
Her vagina was very nice.  She had clearly had a waxing, before making the
trip.  There was just a small triangle at the top of her mons, a little
arrow pointing the way to her garden of delights.  I approached it slowly,
inhaling her aroma, the sweet and spicy fragrance that betrayed the degree
of her arousal, and my manhood responded by re-inflating almost at once.  I
began to lower my face toward her moist lower lips, puckering my own to
bestow a kiss upon them.

   "You don't have to do that, Danny," she cautioned me.

   "Don't you want me to?" I asked her, wondering if I'd made the wrong
move.

   "Oh, Danny, you can't know how much I'd love you to, how long it's been
since I felt a man's mouth down there, but..."

   "Don't tell me; let me guess.  Your idiot ex-husband was one of those
real men don't eat pussy jerks, wasn't he?"

   "Yeah," she giggled.  "It was okay for him to want me to suck him off,
but he wouldn't return the pleasure."

   "Well, I'm definitely not him," I informed her.  "And, after one whiff
of that heavenly aroma, I can't NOT taste you.  Prepare to be feasted upon,
woman!"

   "Danny, I love you!" she sighed, tipping her head up to watch as my
mouth approached her rapidly moistening lips.

   I began licking just around her outer lips, and worked inward.  She was
definitely starting to get wet, even flow a bit, as her excitement
increased.  Her hands were in my hair, directing me where to go next, or
where to concentrate longer.  Any time I moved over her button, she would
twitch and spasm, so I wouldn't linger long.  Finally, I began kissing her
lips, engaging my entire mouth and tongue to bring her to a full climax.  I
needed her to know how much I wanted her.  I continued until I could sense
that she was getting close.

   I eased off, then, trying to judge both her body language and the steady
stream of moans and groans and "Oh, god; right there, baby" urgings that I
was getting, from her.  I wanted to try and hold her on the ragged edge of
her orgasm, to give her as much pleasure as I could, for as long as
possible, before I let her climax happen.  It was a trick that I'd learned
some years back.  Bring the woman almost to her peak, then let it subside,
then work her up again.  Each successive 'peak' would be higher than the
one before it, and the eventual orgasm would be thunderous in its ferocity.

   I managed to hold her that way for several minutes, but I could tell by
the intensity of her body's movements and the sound of her voice that she
wouldn't last much longer.  I began alternating driving my tongue deeply
into her cunny and sucking her clit fully into my mouth, softly.  Her clit
was large and full, and I focused on it a bit more, but continued to drive
my tongue into her.  The intensity of her grip on my head was increasing,
and her breathing was becoming quite ragged.

   "Oh, right there!" she squealed in delight, as I probed her with two
fingers while sucking on her clit.  I began moving my fingers in and out of
her, and rotated my head a bit so that I had full access.  A moan began to
come from her, now.  "Oo ummmm, my god, muh gggoddd, don't stop!  Mmm
ooohhh -" Suddenly she pressed my head urgently against her, as she began
to spasm and shake.  Her vagina squirted warm fluid into my mouth.  I drank
as much as I could, but some was leaking before I could get my head tilted
back straight to suck on her opening.  It was wonderful, to feel her
bucking and heaving beneath me, like that, and know that I had brought her
to that paroxysm of pleasure.  Her orgasm was beginning to fade as she
said, "That's never happened to me, before, Dan.  It was so incredible!"
She continued to tremble lightly, for a few minutes.  Then, she opened her
eyes and looked down along her body at me.

   "Dan, I need you in me!" she urged, panting.  Her eyes spoke to me even
more deeply, in a language beyond mere words.

   I began moving, then, lifting my body up and crawling slowly over her
lithe form.  Before proceeding all the way up, I stopped to admire her
generous breasts.  They were absolutely perfect.  She was clearly a mother,
but they were still very firm and her nipples were taut with her arousal. I
sucked in one, and she let out another moan.  I could feel her reaching for
me to enter her, but we had all day; there was no need whatsoever, to rush.
I had no idea how many lovers she'd had, before or since her ex-husband,
but I wanted this to be the best experience of her life.  I moved my mouth
to the other breast and paid equal tribute to its perfection.  Her body
writhed gloriously beneath me, and her hands reached to move me into
position, as her desperation to complete our union was becoming
unstoppable. She began scooting downward beneath me, and so I finally
obliged her pleading and placed the pulsing tip of my cock at her nicely
slicked entrance.

   "Are you sure?" I asked softly.  Once we completed this union, there
could be no undoing it, and I wanted to give her one last chance to change
her mind.  I needn't have bothered.

   "It's been over a year since I've had anyone in there.  I need you so
badly, little brother.  Just take it slow, please; I've never had anyone
quite as wide as you are."

   "I'll be as gentle as can be," I whispered in her ear.  "You let me know
if there's any pain, okay?"

   "You've been gentle with me, so far, baby brother.  I trust you.  Couple
with me, now, please?"

   Lifting myself slightly more, to a kneeling position, I started to press
into her.  It was definitely a tight fit.  I pressed forward and backed
off, repeatedly, as I slowly eased into her.  The contractions of her first
orgasm had definitely tightened things further, but she was relaxing and
her breathing was finally becoming more rhythmic.  When I was about half
way inside she wrapped her legs behind my ass and pulled me forward slowly.
The expression on her face when we were fully joined was one of disbelief
and joy.

   Beaming up at me, she said, "Oh my god, I feel so full!  It's a
wonderful feeling!  I wish I could remember that other time, to compare,
but this is totally amazing!"

   "You ready to feel better, Sis?" I asked, smiling down at her.

   "Yes, please.  Go slow, at first, though; I'm still adjusting to your
big cock!"

   "I'm not that big," I said.  "I haven't even touched bottom."

   "It may not be all that long, but its thickness is huge, compared to
anything I've ever had, BIG brother."

   "I think you've gotten things mixed up, Katie; you're my big sister," I
chuckled, as I slowly began sliding myself in and out.

   "Oh, that is so good, Danny; just keep doing that!" she hissed.

   I kept the pace nice and slow, increasing the amount I withdrew each
time, until my cock was almost entirely out and entirely in on each stroke.
Her hands on my ass were telling me to pick up my pace, and I just let her
control the speed as her hands moved to hold my hips and direct me.  I have
no idea how long any of this took; I don't think it was thirty minutes, but
it felt like it.  I do lots of exercising, although not as much, lately,
and I'm still in pretty decent shape, but I was definitely using muscles I
hadn't used for a while.  As I heard her breathing become more intense, I
picked up the pace and our bodies were smacking upon contact.  The smacking
was echoing, a bit, in the room, and her tits were keeping pace with a
delightful-looking bounce.  I couldn't resist the urge to bend down and
take one of her taut nipples into my mouth as we were peaking.  The added
sensation must have pushed her over the edge, as she grabbed my ass.  She
cried out, "Oh fuuuck" and pulled me against her, hard, forcing me to
bottom out for just a moment.

   The auditory cues, and the sensations that her convulsing vaginal
muscles were putting on me, sent me into full orgasm as well.  "Oh mmm, I'm
cumming, Sis!" I let out a heavy grunt and continued pumping into her hard
as I could, while I felt jets of seminal fluid emptying into her.  I
remained in her for a very long time.  My muscles were starting to spasm a
little, so I rolled to her side while staying mostly hard and inside of
her. After a few minutes, I started pumping her again.

   "Oh my god, you want more?" she asked incredulously.

   "Well, that was only the second time," I responded with a grin.  "It's
really been a while, for me, too.  I only stopped because my butt muscles
were starting to cramp, in that position."

   "You feel so damn good," she purred.  "Jim never went more than once.  I
was surprised when you stayed hard after I gave you that blow job,
earlier."

   "Well, you know what they say about the third time being the charm.  I
always took that to heart." I smiled, increasing my pace.  "Besides, this
is a relaxing position.  Not so much work."

   At that, she pushed me onto my back, causing my penis to plop out of
her. Then, she crab crawled over me, positioned her beautiful vagina
directly over my cock, and slowly lowered herself onto me.  At last, she
was fully impaled upon me, or I was fully imbedded into her; it didn't
really matter which, and it felt damned good!

   "You won't have to do any work, at all, in this position," she said,
laughing lightly.

   On top, she began her own rhythm.  She was in control, now, and she was
taking full advantage of the entire length of my cock.  She had more of it
out of her, on the up-stroke, than I'd even tried, but somehow she kept me
from plopping out.  Lustily, she leaned down and kissed me fully, exploring
my mouth with her tongue.  She kept the pace going, the whole while.

   I was in heaven.  Her beautiful, long, blond hair covered my face, and
the aroma of our combined, musky sexual sent was making me crazy.  As she
felt my cock thicken, she increased her tempo.

   "Dan, I can't believe this is happening!  I love you so much!" she
whispered.

   "I love you, Katie-bug."

   Sitting back up, but keeping her pace, she asked, "Why do you keep
calling me that, you silly?" She gripped me tightly several times as
intended punishment.  I could see the admonishing look she was trying to
give me, but it was all show.

   I leaned in, took her breast into my mouth and playfully nibbled on it,
while giving back with some expansions of my own.  Men, do your kegels;
they are definitely worth the effort.  After several minutes, I could tell
she was tiring, but I could see the glint of determination in her eyes. 
She was bound and determined to get me off again.  Her smile was
captivating me, but the twinkle in her eye told me she was getting ready to
cheat, somehow.  That's when she started twerking on me, hard.

   "Oh my god Katie, you're not playing fair," I said as I began to feel
the effects starting to push me towards the point of no return.  I tried to
slow her down with my hands on her hips, but she wasn't having any of that.
She simply twerked harder, until I was shuddering beneath her and spewing
another gush of cum into her womb.  The hot liquid must have triggered her
own climax, and she bucked wildly on me.  Our moans joined, to echo off the
mostly bare walls of my lightly decorated room.

   "That was crazy wonderful, Katie!  I haven't felt this good in a very
long time," I said, pulling her down on top of me into a deep embrace.

   She replied softly, "I love you so much!  It was wonderful for me, too!
I don't remember the last time I had three orgasms in an entire day, much
less in one session!" She was trembling lightly so I reached down and
grabbed the edge of the comforter.  I pulled it up over us both, and we
stayed joined for several more minutes.  Her breath in my ear told me her
state.

   "You're just the most kind and gentle soul," she whispered, taking my
face in her hands.  "I'm glad I don't have the memory of that first time.
This must have put that one to shame."

   "You are, of course, correct, Sis," I said, nuzzling her nose with mine.

   "I must be squishing you," she said finally, rolling off of me.  I
plopped out, still semi-erect.  She lifted the comforter and looked down at
it.  "Does it ever go all the way down?" she asked in disbelief.

   "Well, this is a fairly exciting situation, Sis," I explained.  "It's
not every day that I get to have my big sister make love to me, like you
just did.  He'll go back to sleep, though, if we leave him be." I smiled
into her gaze.

   "I guess I could try to go one more time, if you need to, Dan," she said
doubtfully.

   "Katie, you're fine.  I'm fine.  That was mind-blowing sex, and
incredible lovemaking.  We have all the time in the world, to explore this
further.  Just snuggle back up to me, for now.  I just want to hold you a
while longer." Now I was the one trembling.  I couldn't hold back the tears
any longer.  "I never thought it could be like this, with anyone.  I don't
know what's wrong with me," I told her.

   "Oh, Dan," she said, holding me tightly.  "There is nothing wrong with
you.  There's nothing wrong with us."

   "I don't ever want to hurt you, Sis," I wept lightly.  "I never wanted
to hurt you.  Now?  Now, I'm madly in love with the one person I can never
truly have.  I don't ever want you to leave me.  I don't know if I could
bear being without you." It was all coming down on me: the admission, to
myself, of how much I loved and wanted my sister, the realization of what
we had just done, and the guilt over what must have happened those six
years ago.

   "That night of drunken debauchery; I must have been the one that took
advantage.  I just know it had to have been me.  I've set all this in
motion," I told her.

   "Stop, stop, stop," she said, shaking me gently as her eyes began to
tear up, as well.  "Dan, I told you that none of that was anyone's fault.
It happened, and I'm okay with it.  I'm more than okay with it, now. 
You're such a great guy.  You took extremely good care of me, care like no
one I've been with ever did.  And you love me.  Looking back, now, I don't
know if Jim ever even loved me.  My sweet baby brother has become such a
handsome, gentle person.  I don't think you could ever do anything to make
me leave, now.  I'm yours, Dan; yours for as long as you can stand me..."

   I was dumbstruck, hearing her words.  It was like it happened all over
again.  "You're mine?  I could have never even dreamed this possible.  I
didn't know I could have this much love in my heart." My trembling and
tears had gone now, but the jagged sighs of post crying were on me.

   Katie just held me and ran her fingers lovingly through my hair.  "I
love you so dearly, little brother.  You don't know how wonderful you make
me feel."

   "You make me feel pretty wonderful, too, Katie.  I don't think I've felt
this wonderful in a very long time."

   I closed my eyes and snuggled in against my beautiful, wonderful, loving
sister, feeling the warmth of her arms around me.  Something inside of me,
something that I'd thought long since dead, was coming back to life, and it
felt very, very good.

   I guess we both drifted back off to sleep, then.  I awoke with another
hard on, but this one needed a visit to the bathroom.  I slipped quietly
out of bed, made my way to my bathroom, and emptied my very full bladder.
Looking out the back window as I finished, I could see we were in for
another beautiful day.  It wasn't noon yet, but it must be getting close.
Judging the angle of the sun, I guessed 10:30 AM.  Back in the bedroom, the
digital clock on the nightstand said 10:35.  It was often like that; I
frequently just knew what time it was, to within a few minutes.

   The day was slipping away and, as tempting as the thought of spending
the entire day in bed with my vivacious new lover was, the weather outdoors
was just too perfect to be wasted.  Still, fully waking up required a dose
of caffeine.  Slipping into my boxers, I padded out to the kitchen and
began setting up for a couple lattes.  I'd gotten used to them, out on the
rig, where the dining hall has a full-service coffee and espresso bar
that's open 24-7.  Then, on my next month ashore, I found that I missed
having them available, and I didn't feel like driving to Starbucks every
time I wanted one.

   I went out and bought one of the inexpensive espresso machines, but it
quickly proved to be more of a hassle than it was worth.  The reservoir
held only enough water for a double shot of espresso, and a bit of steamed
milk and froth, and then needed refilling.  Worse, it took awhile to heat
up, and I got tired of having to stand there and wait on the machine to be
ready.  I'd finally chucked the piece of crap, and gone out and spent a
fair chunk of cash on a professional quality unit that is always on, always
keeps the water hot, and had a direct plumbing hook-up, so that it was
always full.

   It only took me a couple of minutes to brew the two shots of espresso
and turn them into lattes, add a hint of chocolate, a bit of whipped cream,
and a dash of cinnamon on top, and take them back to the bedroom.  The
aroma seemed to bring Katie right to full wakefulness.

   "Hey there, beautiful," I said, as she sat up.  "Thought you might like
some coffee, um...  it's a latte really," I said, offering her one.  Her
smile warmed my heart, and made me want to do anything and everything I
could, to make it keep reappearing.

   "Yes; thank you, for being so thoughtful," she said, accepting the mug
and giving it an appreciative sniff.  "Mmm!  A mocha latte, with whipped
cream and cinnamon!  Just plain coffee would have been fine, Dan.  You're
going to spoil me, if you keep this up!"

   "It's just another facet of my fiendish plot to keep you here, with me,"
I grinned.  "But, you better taste it, before you toss too many more
compliments around."

   Taking a sip she remarked, "Oh, this is the good stuff!  It's really
hitting the spot.  I love you, Dan!"

   I took a sip of mine, made a show of shrugging my shoulders and looking
at my latte, as I said, "Yeah, this is okay." After a few more sips, I
added, "You tasted better, though."

   "Flatterer!" she giggled, blushing deeply at the racy compliment.  "You
can ease up on the butter, if you want, brother dear.  You've already won
my heart, and I'm not going anywhere.  Ever."

   "The man who takes his woman for granted, and stops thinking to
compliment her when she deserves it, and even when she doesn't, is bound to
lose her," I told her.  "By the way, I love you more!"

   "Okay, I'll let you love me more today.  Tomorrow it's my turn to love
you more," she beamed at me.

   "It looks like it's going to be a really nice day," I said to her.  "You
want to go for a walk on the beach when we finish?"

   "Yeah, that would be very nice," she said thoughtfully.  "I don't know
if I should wear that naughty bikini, though."

   "Oh, you'll be fine.  This portion of Mustang Island isn't very built
up. Also October isn't the busiest season," I told her.  "I guess we should
have something more than just coffee before we go though.  What are you
hungry for, Sis?"

   Her eyes were sparkling that same mischievous way again, and I figured I
best head this one off at the pass, before she could even open her mouth to
speak.

   "We'll have plenty of time for that," I told her, chuckling.  "We've
established that you're basically taking up permanent residence, here.  And
you dare to call me a perv..."

   "I'm sorry, big brother," she giggled, "I just can't get enough of you!
You've spoiled me, for anyone else!"

   "I thought we straightened that out, last night," I replied.  "You're
the older of the two of us, so that makes me your little brother."

   "Dan," she laughed, her eyes twinkling with glee, "after feeling you in
my mouth and in my pussy, there's absolutely no way I can ever think of you
as my little brother, ever again!  'Baby' brother, perhaps, but 'little'
brother?  Not gonna happen!"

   She paused for a moment, a devious look spreading over her face.  "If I
can't have what I really want, I guess I'll just have a banana."

   Good Lord!  I'd somehow created a monster!  Again, with the suggestive
comments!

   "Actually, that's not a bad idea," I said, trying my best to ignore the
mental image of Katie seductively eating a banana.  "It's soft food, and
light, and the potassium content should help our muscles recover from all
that extra work we've been requiring of them, this last hour or so."

   I turned my back to her and headed to the bathroom, grabbing my swim
trunks from the extra towel rack I'd hung specifically for drip-drying such
garments.  I was in the midst of swapping them for my boxers when a hand
reached through to examine my manhood more closely.

   "My turn, now, to get something straightened out," she chuckled
wickedly.

   I had the common sense to gracefully admit defeat, and surrender to my
new lover.

   "Okay; I give.  You win.  I just thought we should get out, for a while,
and enjoy the nice weather.  You clearly have other intentions."

   With her hand still gently gripping my thickening cock, she towed me
back into the bedroom and onto the bed.

   "We can go out in a bit, Dan," she promised me.  "I just want to see
this up close, and in the light.  This morning, I was under the sheets.  It
was pretty dark, and I was working mostly by touch."

   "You can have me as much, and as often, as I can provide, my love," I
told her, opening my mouth to meet hers.

   "I want you in my mouth again," she said, the ragged edge of a groan
tinting her voice.  "I want some of your sweet cream, to go along with this
latte!  But I want you to make me crazy with that lovely tongue of yours,
too."

   "You can have both," I said.  Sliding my hand over her lovely breast, I
gave it a light squeeze.  "You are so lovely.  I can't believe that you're
really here, and this is actually happening."

   "Believe it, big brother," she laughed.  She pushed me down on the bed
further and took me into her mouth, while swinging her pussy over my face.
Her slit was already moist and her hood fully aroused.

   "Wow, you are randy," I teased her, as I drove my tongue directly into
her sweetness, this time.  No foreplay, this coupling; I just wanted to
give her what she so clearly desired.  This angle was much better for
sucking her clit and lips, than earlier that morning, and her angle on my
cock was allowing for a completely different tongue action.  Additionally,
she was using her teeth to drag lightly along the underside of my penis.

   "I don't know where you learned that," I said, moving my mouth long
enough to warn her.  "But if you keep it up, I'm not going to last much
longer." I resumed my kissing, sucking and tonguing of her, but she wasn't
letting up.  Soon I was moaning into her vagina as I tried to focus on
making her orgasm.

   Suddenly, my face was very wet, as the vibration of my moan against her
pussy must have triggered her orgasm.  She gave a muffled groan that rose
in pitch to a squeal as the climax rocked through her body.  The sensation
of her teeth, and the engulfing aroma of her flood of juices, combined with
the vibration of her moan on my cock head, set me off.  The fireworks
exploding in my head made the Fourth of July celebration seem puny.  I
spasmed, my hips jerking involuntarily, as I came.  She made a small
gagging sound initially, but drank down a load that must have been similar
to the one I'd given her upon awakening.

   "Oh my god Dan, you taste so good!" she exclaimed.  "I never liked it,
when Jim came in my mouth; it tasted gross.  You taste so clean and
delicious, though, it's crazy!"

   "I had no idea," I said, exhausted, as she resumed cleaning what little
ejaculate she'd missed off of my pubic region.  "You're going to wear me
out; you know?"

   "Let's go get those bananas," she laughed, as she sprang from the bed
now.

   "Slow down for us old guys," I begged her, as I slowly followed her out
to the kitchen naked.

   "You're six years younger than me," she teased, while peeling a banana
and eating it very seductively.  She was eying my manhood, which was still
fairly erect and bouncing as I walked over to the island.  As I pulled a
banana off of the bunch hanging from the stand, she reached down and gave
me another squeeze.

   "Oh my god!  It just doesn't go down!" she exclaimed in a combination of
question and delight.

   "You keep teasing him." I shrugged.  "Who eats a banana like that?  Or
stares at her brother's penis?"

   "We can't go out, with him like this; you know that, right?" she played.

   "Are we going for a record on our first jaunt?" I asked.

   "Oh, I'm game if you are," she said, as she continued fondling me.  I
was nearly fully erect, now.

   "God, Katie, I'm going to be raw.  We should take a break and go down to
the beach.  I promise I will treat you to more love making, later on."

   "Oh, Dan, I'm so sorry.  I know.  I just can't believe you're still so
hard.  Jim was a once-a-day guy, twice, on rare occasions...  at least,
with me.  Maybe that young engineer slut got more; I never did."

   "You deserve better than that.  I never knew any of the details of that
part of your life with him, I guess.  But, let's not dwell on all that,
now. Forget about that idiot!  You're with me, now, and I promise that I'll
always treat you like the special woman you truly are.  Now, let's go out
and enjoy each other on this beautiful day."

   "I can't take you out in public, looking like this," she laughed, eying
the erection she'd caused.  Rising from her chair, she rounded the end of
the table, pulled my chair back, and sat on my lap facing me.  As she
lowered herself, my cock slipped effortlessly inside her.  It felt like
'coming home'.

   "Fill me, darling," she begged, as she began to undulate her abdomen on
me while rhythmically squeezing the muscles in her vagina.  "Fill me up,
like you'll always fill me, with a hot load of your cum!  Come on, baby;
fuck your big sister and make her scream!"

   The heat of her words, the motion of her body on mine, and the fierce
look of aching demand in her eyes all conspired to make short work of this
particular coupling.  I lasted maybe three whole minutes before I was
jetting another load of cum up into her vibrating snatch.

   "That ought to hold you, at least for a little while," she giggled, as I
finished inside her.  She stood, then, and I flopped limply out of her. 
Then she leaned down to clean me off with her mouth.

   "You're gonna get me started, again, sexy," I cautioned her.

   "But, I like the taste of me, on you," she murmured softly, "and I love
your taste, too.  How did that old candy commercial go?  'Two great tastes,
that taste great together?'"

   Somehow, she actually did manage to clean our residue from my cock
without bringing it to a standing ovation at her performance, and we both
retreated to our bedrooms and slipped into the swimming attire we'd worn
the previous day.  As she met me in the hallway and I got my first new
glimpse of her in that skimpy yellow bikini, I tented my trunks again and
her eyes grew wide.

   "You are going to make me blush," she said shyly.  "You've had me, what,
four or five times, this morning, and you're still excited when I wear a
bikini?"

   "I don't know what to say," I shrugged.  "It's got a mind of its own. 
I'm pretty sure it doesn't know what's good for it, at the moment.  Then,
too, he's never had a woman this sexy, egging him on, before!  Let's go,
before you convince him that it's 'show time', again."

   With that, I walked to the French door and led her outside.  "The pool
area has a gate that leads to a pathway down to the beach."

   She really was stunning, and it took me a while to get myself to relax.
I took her hand as we strolled southwest along the beach, still trying to
wrap my head around the fact that Katie was here, with me, and we were
walking hand-in-hand along the beach as lovers.  There were hardly any
people on the beach, most of them behind us, to the north.  We walked on,
in silence, for ten or fifteen minutes.

   "What are you thinking about?" she wondered aloud.

   "Just being amazed at this day," I said.  " I couldn't have asked for a
better birthday."

   "Oh god, Dan!  I cannot believe I forgot, again.  I'm so sorry.  I've
been so wrapped up in my own emotional chaos, first, with the divorce, and
now, with my new-found love."

   "Sorry?  Katie, you gave me the only gift I ever really wanted," I said,
starting to tear up again.  Stopping to look out in the clear blue water, I
just let it go.  They were tears of happiness, but Katie didn't understand.

   "Dan, please don't cry.  I love you so much."

   "I'm not crying.  I'm just a little teary because I'm so happy.  I can't
hold it all in, Katie-bug.  I have never felt like this about anyone.  Have
you ever wanted something so badly it hurt; and then gotten it after you
thought it would be impossible?  That's what I'm feeling.  I've gone from
being a lonely recluse to a guy who's in a head-over-heels relationship
with his sister.  It's making my head spin."

   "You and me, both, Dan," she nodded, taking my hands and looking into my
eyes.  "I'm so glad that you feel the same way I do.  I have to admit that,
while coming here, I had suppressed some hopes and dreams of my own.  They
were hopes that I hadn't even wanted to acknowledge that I had, thoughts of
both love and lust for my younger brother, and of my desperation for him to
find me desirable.  You've shown me how desirable I am, to you, almost from
the moment I arrived.  That, plus what we did last night and this morning,
is making my head spin!"

   We sat down on the sand, together, just looking out over the Gulf. 
There were gulls trailing us, probably thinking we might feed them.  The
waves gently came in to shore in low, soothing crashes.  The sky was dotted
with just a very few white puffy clouds, here and there, and the
temperature was just perfect.  It might have been as high as 80 degrees,
but the breeze off the Gulf felt cool and refreshing on our skin.

   After a while, I asked her, "Hey, you want to swim, a bit?"

   "You bet I do!" Jumping up, she raced down to the water.

   I followed her, admiring her from behind.  I just couldn't help myself.
Her bottom was so tight and the sides of her breasts were clearly visible
in that skimpy top.

   As I reached the water, she stole a glance at my pubic area, too.  A
smile broadened across her face.  "You really know how to make a girl feel
she's attractive.  You do know that, don't you?"

   "I told you he's got a mind of his own.  I've been telling him to cool
it for a bit or he'll have to take some time off to recover."

   "We don't want that, do we?" she giggled and splashed some water on me.

   "Well, I certainly don't." I waded out into the warm Gulf water.  It
wasn't bathtub warm, like it is in the summer, but it wasn't at all chilly.
The tension in my trunks relaxed as we swam and played.

   It must have been near four or five in the afternoon, when we noticed
the clouds building.  "I guess we ought to get out," I suggested.  "There's
a squall coming in, off the Gulf."

   "How long before it gets here?" she asked.

   "I don't know; we might have a half hour." I said thoughtfully.

   "Good!" she exclaimed.  "That ought to be just enough time!"

   "For what?" I asked her.

   "For you and me to have a 'quickie', in the Gulf!" she said, pulling me
close for a full-body hug and kissed me heatedly, her tongue nearly
tickling my tonsils.

   Grabbing my hand, she drew me farther out from shore, to where the water
came to just about our upper chests.  Then, placing her hands on my
shoulders, she lifted herself up and wrapped her legs around me.  Reaching
down with one hand, she let my stiff member out from my trunks, pulled
aside the crotch of her bikini bottoms, and deftly guided me into her
waiting warmth.  The water made things simultaneously easier and yet more
difficult.  It was easier because I didn't have to exert as much strength
to lift or support her weight.  It was harder because, in order to keep our
balance, we had to time our movements to the motion of the waves as they
rolled past us on their way ashore.

   The other thing that was different, and I marveled at the fact that I'd
never thought to try something like this with any of my previous lovers,
either in the ocean or my pool, was that the water separating our bodies
had to move aside before each 'contact' was made.  The alternating
high-pressure, low-pressure was making little 'clapping' sounds as we
parted and came together.

   Katie was using her legs to offset the effect pretty well.  With her
lifting slightly, and me rising to meet her on her down-strokes, we were
both approaching climax.  I was looking straight into her eyes as I saw it
happen.  I rank it as one the most beautiful experiences I've had: a
beautiful day, warm water, my loving sister, and mind-blowing orgasms.  I
held out for a while, until her orgasm subsided, and then powered through
for mine, which seemed to take her through another mini orgasm.  I was
spent, then, and she could see it.

   "I'm sorry; I've worn you out haven't I?  That was really selfish of me,
on your birthday."

   "Are you kidding me?  That was so fucking awesome." I was yelling as we
waded back to shore.  Then, in a slightly quieter voice, "I've never made
love to a woman in the water, before.  I've never had sex in public, much
less at the beach, either.  You're spoiling me!  You've given me so many
firsts on this birthday, that I'll have trouble making any others compare."

   "Then, I'll have to take it as a personal challenge, for all the rest of
your birthdays that we'll share in the future, to see that each of those
days measures up, my love," she promised me, looking me straight in the
eyes so that I couldn't miss the sincerity that backed her words.

   We hugged and kissed, there at the tide-line, for a few minutes, and
then started walking back to the house.  The sun was starting to get
completely behind the developing thunderstorm.  About half way back, it
started to sprinkle on us.  We picked up the pace, to try to beat the storm
rolling in.  Just about the time we reached the pool area gate, the first
big flash of lightning came from just about a mile or so offshore, followed
after a few seconds, by the rumble of rolling thunder.  Hurrying into the
house we just made it before the worst of it hit.  It didn't last very
long, but the downpour cooled off the air a considerable amount.

   Indoors, we went to change into some dryer clothing.  As we came out of
our separate rooms, I took Katie by the hand.

   "You meant it earlier, right?  You're going to stay?  You're mine?" I
asked her, pleading with my eyes as well as my voice.

   "Absolutely, Dan," she smiled softly at me.  "I'll stay with you for as
long as you want me to."

   "Well, we should probably move your things into the master bedroom,
then, shouldn't we?" I asked.

   "Yes, dearest, we should," she laughed.  "There's no rush, though.  Like
you said, we have all the time in the world.  I haven't even unpacked the
minivan, yet, you big silly."

   "Call me silly, if you want," I told her.  "I'm just trying to get my
head around the wonder of all of this.  It's more than I ever dreamed or
hoped.  I'm probably not going to be thinking straight, for a while.  I've
been burned by women so often that I'm fighting this feeling that, just as
soon as I get used to being this happy, you'll walk away."

   "Dan, I'm not any of those other women, I promise you!  I told you,
earlier, that you've ruined me, for any other man!  I could never find
another man who fills me, either physically or emotionally, the way you do.
I'm not going anywhere.  I'm going to stay right here, in this house, or
wherever we go together, and love you.  And I'm going to make mad
passionate love with you, until we're both too old to move like that.  Even
then, I'll still love you with all my heart!"

   She turned, then, as if to walk down the hallway to the living room,
then stopped and stood still, her body straightening and her right hand
going to her forehead.

   "Oh, doh!" she muttered, a perfect 'Homer Simpson' impression.

   Turning around abruptly, she strode rapidly to my bedroom, stopping in
front of my dresser.  Opening one drawer after another, she surveyed the
contents.  With each survey, she shook her head, until she reached the last
of the drawers, the one where I kept some ratty old tee-shirts I wore for
working out in the yard.

   "This one will do!" she exclaimed.

   Turning again, she walked quickly to the guest suite and returned with
one of a few clear plastic bins that I kept in a stack in the walk-in
closet, there.  Returning to my bedroom, she proceeded to empty the old tee
shirts into the bin, and then found an open space on the floor of my
walk-in closet, to put it.

   Another trip to the guest suite, and she returned with her hands filled
with a cluster of multi-colored lacy fabric, which she deposited on my bed.

   "Watch me, Danny!" she commanded, her eyes sparkling.

   I obeyed, watching as she carefully picked bra after sexy Victoria's
Secret bra from the pile, folding them and fitting them into the emptied
drawer.  The bras were followed by a gaily-colored assortment of skimpy
thong panties.  When the last of the garments was stowed away, she turned
to me and came into my outstretched arms.

   "There!" she said demonstratively.  "I've claimed space in your dresser,
for some of my clothing.  When a woman does that, she's saying that she
isn't planning on going anywhere.  There's room for another dresser, in
this cavern you call a bedroom.  We'll go shopping for one, later in the
week, and then I'll have a place for all of my clothing.  I'll be claiming
hanging space, in your walk-in, too, but that can wait until later.  I just
wanted you to have visible proof that I'm staying, for good!  Got it?"

   "Got it," I told her.  "I'm sorry for doubting you."

   "I suppose that I can't blame you, baby," she grinned.  "I guess if I'd
been burned by as many men as you have, women, I'd be a little insecure,
myself.  You'll see, though.  We've got all the time in the world, for me
to prove how much I love you."

   "I'll take that promise at its full value," I told her, then grinned. 
"And I know that it's my fault, 'cause I used that expression first, but
those same words are also the inscription on Tracy Bond's headstone,

   so maybe we ought to find another catch-phrase?"

   "Whatever words we use, it amounts to the same thing, Danny," she
laughed.  "I'm your woman, from now until forever, and you're my man, and
nothing's gonna change that or come between us.  Oh...  and may God have
mercy on any woman who even looks at you, the wrong way, because I sure as
hell won't!"

   Her words showed me a fierce side of her love that I hadn't imagined
could exist.

   "Alright," I nodded.  "You're staying, and I wouldn't have it any other
way.  Please forgive me, in advance, for any other seeming lapses in my
confidence in us.  I've never been so happy, and the converse of that is
that I've never had so much happiness to lose.  Hearing you is one thing,
but it's going to take a while to sink in."

   "Deal!" she said, giving me a moderately quick tongue-kiss to seal the
bargain.  Then, "What should we eat?  I'm starving.  All this sex has
really made me hungry."

   "We have the leftovers from yesterday's lunch, but I kind of want to
have something nicer." I said.

   "Yeah, you goof!  It's your birthday.  We're going to do something nice.
I was asking if you want me to cook, or do you want to go somewhere?"

   "Oh, um, you know, we can go out any time.  I'd love to have something
you cooked, Sis."

   "How about those steaks and a nice spinach salad?" she asked.

   "That would be great.  I can get the grill going." I offered.

   "No way!  I'm doing this for you.  You go sit down and rest a bit. 
You'll need your energy, for later," she teased.

   "Wow, we are going to go for a record!  I don't think I ever had this
much action when I was a teen." I said, reclining in the left-most easy
chair.  I thought about turning on the television, but somehow I just
wasn't interested.  So many emotions and thoughts were bouncing around in
my head.  Listening to the light sounds of Katie working in the kitchen, I
closed my eyes for a bit.

   Next thing I knew, there was a very nice female voice softly whispering
in my ear, "Dan," followed by the touch of a soft hand on my shoulder. 
"Dan, wake up, sweetie.  Your birthday dinner is ready."

   I awoke slowly, a wonderful aroma tantalizing my olfactory senses. 
Opening my eyes, I found Katie kneeling beside me.

   "Hey, Sis.  Sorry; I must have dozed off on you." It was dark outside,
now, and I was getting a big hug.

   "I love you, birthday boy.  Come eat.  You had a hard day, today," she
smiled wickedly.  Somehow, I knew that the smile contained her promise that
I had a hardnight, waiting for me after the meal.

   At the granite island, she had our plates all prepared.  The steaks were
grilled to perfection, and she'd assembled a beautiful spinach salad with
hard-boiled egg slices, red onion slivers, pine nuts, dried blueberries,
and mushrooms, to accompany the meat course.  To the side of each salad sat
a small bowl of what appeared to be a honey-mustard dressing.  Next to each
plate was a goblet of the Sangiovese and a glass of ice water.

   "Did you make the dressing, too?" I asked, amazed.

   "Yes, I did.  I didn't see any bottled dressings, in the fridge, but you
had all the ingredients I needed.  I improvised, on the salad; I would have
normally used fresh blueberries, but you had some dried blueberries in your
nice pantry."

   Sitting down, I said, "It looks delicious.  I'm guessing you had no
problems, operating that grill, out there?"

   "It took me a minute to figure out how to get it going.  Yours is a
little fancier than I'm used to using, but I got it," she glowed.  "Happy
Birthday, Dan.  I hope you know how much I love you."

   "I do.  Thanks for making this.  Sometimes I like to go out, but I'm
frequently a homebody.  Today felt like one of those days.  And, yes, I'm
starting to get a pretty good idea of how much you love me."

   As I cut into the steak, I noted that it was just a little pink, inside,
exactly the way I like it.  The first bite was pure, melt-in-your-mouth,
Angus flavor.  "I know those were good steaks, but you really cooked this
one perfectly, Sis.  I also like how you didn't put the dressing on the
salad.  It's like you read my mind." I dipped my fork in the dressing and
got some salad.  "I know it's hard to go wrong with a salad, but I've never
had the mixture you've made; the pine nuts and blueberries really added a
nice kick."

   "It is a pretty simple meal, you're going on about, Danny.  You don't
have to butter me up, you know?  I'm a sure thing." She winked at me across
the island.

   "I wasn't buttering you up.  I've been to expensive restaurants that
didn't do as nice a job," I said.  Changing the subject I asked, "So, after
we get you moved out of your minivan, tomorrow, what would you like to do?"

   "It'd be nice to see what's around here.  I wasn't here very long last
time, and it's been like six years.  Maybe we could see the campus or some
historical sights.  What do you normally do, with your time off?"

   "There's plenty of things to see, locally, and nearby," I told her. 
"But I also travel, a lot, when I'm off.  After all, I've got an average of
28 or 29 consecutive days worth of free time, every other month.  Last
year, I drove out to the Grand Canyon, for a two-week camping trip.  I've
also gone on some diving trips in the Caribbean, Mexico, and South America.
I haven't been to Europe or Africa, yet, but I've been to Thailand and
Indonesia.  I'm still adding flags to my map.  Any place you're interested
in exploring?"

   "I've never been out of the country, Dan," she said dourly.  "I've
always wanted to travel overseas but, with raising two kids and seeing them
through college, there wasn't that sort of money in the budget, so I just
never got the chance.  I took a year of French, in high school, and a year
of German as an elective, in college.  Surprisingly, I actually still
remember a lot of both languages!"

   "None of that tells me where you want to go, though," I reminded her.

   "Well, if I had to pick just one trip, I'd love for it to be long enough
to visit several countries in Europe," she said with conviction.

   "We'll have to add that to our to-do list." I grinned broadly at her. 
The thought of taking her to Europe really piqued my interest, and I could
tell, by the way her eyes were lighting up, that she was definitely
interested, as well.

   "Which countries, in Europe, and what time of year?" I pressed her to
fill in some more details.

   "I've always wanted to see the Mediterranean," she told me, after a
moment's thought.  "I've read about places like Nice, Marseille, Cannes,
Monte Carlo, and Monaco in novels and seen them as backdrops in films, and
they look and sound so romantic.  I'd also like to see some of the capitals
of the various European countries, like Vienna, Paris, Amsterdam, and
probably Rome and Athens, if there was time.  I love looking at art and
architecture."

   "That sounds like a couple different trips, at different times of the
year," I said contemplatively.  "We can schedule a visit with my travel
planner, and see what she can arrange.  I don't think we can expect to find
a good trip this month, because it's pretty short notice.  Still, you never
know.  Sometimes there are some great last minute deals, if you have the
ability to just pick up and go right away.  Would you like that?"

   "Oh, Dan.  You don't know how much I would," she said, as she took my
hand across the island.  "You need to stop giving me so much on your
birthday!"

   "Katie," I told her, "You've opened up my heart to love, again.  That's
a very special gift, you know.  Opening the world, to you, pales in
comparison!"

   "Oh, god, Danny..." she choked, breaking into tears.  "I don't know what
to say..."

   I stood, walked around the end of the island, and took her gently into
my arms.  "Don't say anything, then, beautiful," I told her.  "You don't
have to."

   I held her for a moment, and then she tipped her face up slightly and
kissed me.  It was a light kiss, at first, but then her arms slid around me
and I felt her breathing quicken as her tongue ventured out to search for
mine.  Our hands began to roam, just gently stroking each other, but both
of us knew that the passion was quickly building.

   "We better stop, darling," she murmured into my mouth only a moment
before we both would have reached the point of no return.  "What's left of
dinner is getting cold, and we're both going to need our nourishment, for
what I've got in mind."

   "And what might that be?" I asked her, chuckling, as we released each
other and returned to our plates.

   "Never you mind, Mister Anderson," she laughed.  "Just accept the fact
that, tonight, I'm in charge, and I guarantee that you're going to enjoy
every single moment of it."

   "Do tell, Miz Richards," I chuckled.

   "Anderson," she corrected me.  "After the idiot left me, I wanted no
reminders beyond Zane and Adam that I'd ever been married to the schmuck.
As part of the settlement, I made him pay the costs for everything involved
in taking back my maiden name.  So I'm Ms., or, perhaps, Mrs., Anderson,
once more."

   When we finished eating she insisted, "I'll take care of the kitchen,
and the clean-up, Dan.  You go take a nice shower, and I'll come join you
shortly."

   I obediently followed her instructions and went to get showered. 
Looking in the mirror, it was difficult to see the person that I used to
be. I had been putting a little weight back on, lately, and I really needed
to get back at my exercise routine.  My abs had some definition, but not
like they had, a couple years after the divorce.  Today, I hadn't shaved,
and I was looking kind of scraggly.  First things first, I decided.  I took
out my cleansing shaving cream and my wet/dry electric razor.  Hot water
running, I got my face lathered up and gave myself a really good shave. 
Then I went ahead and brushed my teeth really well with my ultrasonic
toothbrush and some whitening toothpaste.

   With those tasks out of the way, I got things together for the shower.
In the midst of that process, though, another idea occurred to me: A
relaxing bubble bath might really do the trick.  Suiting action to thought,
I began filling the two-person whirlpool tub, a feature of the bath which I
hadn't used in years.  I had just finished removing my clothes when Katie
entered the bathroom and slipped up behind me, already naked.  I could tell
by the heat of her body against mine, and the pressure of her distended
nipples against my shoulder blades, as she pressed against me from behind,
rested her chin against my shoulder, and murmured hotly into my ear.

   "Oh, that looks very nice, Dan.  What a great idea!" she said, cupping
my ass with her right hand.  "You're so naughty, and I think that's
oh-so-nice!"

   "I was just thinking it would be really relaxing.  We can get the jets
going, and just let go." I said, turning to admire her naked form.  That
was all it took, though.  I was at half-mast before I could say another
word.

   Looking at my developing expansion, she said, "I think I know what you
were thinking, and it excites me too." She took my right hand and pressed
it into her wetness to demonstrate her veracity.

   It took a while for the tub to fill, although not as long as you might
expect, since it had in-line heating for the hot water.  While we waited, I
backed her up against the wall and we kind of started fondling, caressing,
and kissing like teenagers.  When I noticed the water was getting close to
the right level, I broke free to turn it off.

   "It's not all that full, Dan," Katie commented.

   "It will be, once we put our bodies in there and start displacing
water," I chuckled.  "Besides that, we don't want it too high, or we'll
wind up splashing water all over the floor once we get to doing what you
know we'll be doing!  I don't fancy getting out of the tub and having to
mop up the floor before taking you to bed.  It'd just really detract from
the mood."

   "I see," she giggled.  "And, you're right.  When I get you out of the
tub, it's straight to bed, as soon as we're both dry!  I've got plans for
you, kid brother!"

   "Kid brother?" I asked, cocking an eyebrow at her.

   "Well, I've called you 'baby', and you seem to love that, and I can call
you 'brother' because it's true and you don't seem to mind, but you're no
longer my 'baby' brother.  With the size of that lovely cock of yours,
there's no way I can call you 'little' brother, any more.  And you seemed
to object, earlier today, when I called you 'big' brother.  What's a girl
to do?"

   "I'm just teasing, Sis," I told her, grinning.  "As long as you're
holding me in those soft, loving arms, you can call me just about anything
you want."

   "Be careful what you say, snookums," she laughed.

   "I'm gonna ignore that," I informed her, opening the cabinet under the
sink.  "Now, would you like any bath salts, or a particular scent of bubble
bath?  I've got a bunch of different scents, oils, salts, and soaps.  You
pick whatever catches your fancy."

   She looked through and pulled out a couple of my favorites.  "Jasmine
bubble bath and a bath salt that spices things up.  What do you think?"

   The bath salt she picked was one of those that was designed for use by
couples to enhance and excite their physical sensations.  I laughed, "We're
already pretty spicy, but that will work just fine."

   Taking the containers from her, I added generous portions of each. 
Stepping into the tub, I stirred the water by turning on the jets.  "Come
on in; the water is perfect.  Well, it's a perfect temperature for me,
anyway.  You'll have to tell me if I got it too hot or cold." I actually
liked it just a tad warmer, but didn't want to make her uncomfortable.

   Stepping into her seat, she made it clear, "Oh my, this is just right
for me, too."

   Initially, we traded off washing each other.  I'd wash her a bit, and
then she washed me.  The 'washing' soon devolved into more of a groping
session, where we were just playing with and teasing one another.  Then she
changed positions and, suddenly I was inside her again, and it felt like I
had reached Nirvana.  This coupling didn't go quickly, like our
'afternooner' in the Gulf; instead, it was very slow and purposeful.  We'd
been in the middle of a really nice embrace, our tongues dueling like a
couple of Olympic-class fencers, when she simply scooted forward and
effortlessly impaled herself on me.

   The lost time of our years apart seemed to disappear like morning mist.
We had each other, now, and 'now' was all that really mattered.  The tub
was really working at relaxing all the muscles I had been using, and she
obviously found the throbbing of the jets against us to be relaxing, as
well.  Too, water based sex, at least, indoors in a tub, lends itself to a
slow, easy-going pace.  Actually, it enforces such a pace.  Get too
energetic, and you'll be mopping up the floor, afterward.

   Katie was doing most of the work for both of us, this time around.  Her
'angle of attack' was different from our previous couplings.  It pressed my
cock downward, which felt really good.  It also put me in a situation where
my cock wasn't getting overly excited by pressure along its underside, and
that allowed me to hold on, without much concentration on not cumming, and
truly enjoy the 'ride' she was taking on me, using her arms to slide
herself slowly and gently, but firmly, forward and back on her 'mount'.

   All of our washing, groping, playing, and, now, making love, must have
consumed more time than I thought, because I began to notice that the water
temperature was growing a little too cool.  I looked closely at Katie, and
saw that she was showing some tiny 'goosebumps' on her arms and torso, just
as I was.  I didn't want to dispel the magic of this moment, but I also
didn't want her to be uncomfortable.

   "The water's getting a bit chilly, Katie-bug," I said.  "It's my fault;
I should have turned on the tub's heater, when we started this.  I can
switch it on, now, but it'll probably take some time to warm the water back
up to where we want it.  Or, we can just rinse off, get dry, and continue
this in bed.  Which do you prefer?"

   "This has been so nice," she said.  "But my evil plan, all along, had
been to take you in bed."

   "It's all good, Sis.  I don't want you to be uncomfortable."

   "This was a very nice appetizer," she said playfully.  Then she climbed
out of the tub and began to dry off with one of the over-sized towels on
the shelf above the tub.

   I followed her out, retrieving one of the several remaining towels to
get myself dry.  We proceeded into the bedroom and I walked around to the
far side of the bed, stretching out on my side of the mattress.

   "Here; you get in the middle," she instructed as she crawled onto the
mattress on her side.  "I'm going to take care of my little brother on his
birthday."

   Well, I had given her permission to call me whatever she chose, so long
as she was loving me, and she'd definitely been loving me for the last
half-hour or so...  I let the 'little brother' slide, without a word,
despite her suggestion that she couldn't call me that, any longer.

   As I scooted to the middle, she reached out and gently wrapped her hand
around my manhood.  With a couple quick strokes, she had me re-energized.
Leaning forward on her knees, she plopped me into her mouth for a few
moments, to make me wet and extra hard.  Arms at my sides, I closed my eyes
for a brief moment, to simply enjoy the sensations from her lips and tongue
as they worked their skilled magic on me.  Then, without missing a beat,
she swiveled around to mount me in a reverse 'X' position.  Her feet pinned
my arms to my sides and to the mattress, so that I couldn't reach out and
touch her.  It became quite obvious to me that she intended to be in full
control of at least this portion of our pleasure.  Fortunately, I'd tucked
my pillow under my head, so I could watch her luscious pussy as it
enveloped me, without straining my neck.  The sight of her sex, as it
swallowed mine, was amazingly, unbelievably tantalizing.

   "Hmm," she murmured.  "You love watching your sister's sweet pussy
swallowing your big cock, don't you, little brother?" she asked me.

   "The view is amazing, but you're not going to let me touch are you?" I
asked.

   "Nope, this is all about you tonight." she informed me, beginning her
efforts in earnest.  As she pulled forward it was the same downward push on
my penis we'd had in the tub, with almost no force on the bottom side.

   "You know in this position; I can probably go a pretty long time?" I
teased her.

   "For the moment, yes.  I'm giving you pleasure and letting you enjoy it.
But I will be deciding how long you last, mister," she intoned.  She,
twerked me, for a minute, to demonstrate her power.

   "Okay, okay; point taken.  You look so lovely, from here, Katie-bug."

   She decreased the twerking motion and resumed her forward-and-back
rhythmic grind.  Slowly, methodically, determinedly, she proceeded.  There
was nothing mechanical about it, at all, as she varied her pace from moment
to moment.

   The sight of her sensuous curves, undulating back and forth, coupled
with the exquisite view of my cock entering and exiting her, was giving me
one of the most erotic moments I'd ever experienced.  The shape of her rear
made me ache to free my hands and grab it, but I knew that if I managed
that, I would change her tempo, so I let her drive.  This was something
that she had apparently spent part of the day planning, and it was the most
loving thing she could have given me, for my birthday.

   It was also the most loving thing that any woman had ever given me, for
my birthday.  With Launa, and the other women I'd been intimate with, I was
always the one in the driver's seat (or saddle, whichever term you want to
use), doing all the work, and they were the ones receiving all the
pleasure. That's not to say that they didn't move as we made love; they
usually did.  And I really do get a certain amount of my own sexual joy
from the pleasure I give my lady.  It's just that, every once in a while,
it's kind of nice to experience my partner attempting to give me pleasure.
So I was very happy to lean back and watch her, as she rode me.

   Obviously, what she was doing was giving her some good vibrations, too,
because she was soon approaching the crest of her first big wave.  A small,
steady trickle of liquid began to trickle down along my member.  A few
strokes more, and she crested the wave, tumbling downward into the
maelstrom of her orgasm.  She had been watching me over her shoulder, when
suddenly, her eyes snapped shut as her face twisted into the grimace that
betrayed just how hard the wave had hit her.  A low, throaty moan escaped
her lips as she tilted her head backwards and let it wash over her.  The
initial wave had reflexively tightened her muscles on me significantly, and
the amount of friction changed.

   "You're getting me pretty close, baby," I warned her, my own voice
sounding somewhat throaty and rasping.

   "I can feel your cock expanding against my contractions," she groaned in
explanation.  "Oh, god; I want this one to fill me, completely!"

   Her pressure on the forward movement was forcing me to hit her cervix on
nearly every stroke.  The wave of her orgasm continued, building again as
her contractions increased in frequency and intensity on me.  The sheer
sensation of it was ripping grunting moans uncontrollably from my throat.
When she sensed that I was hitting my point-of-no-return, she switched into
a full twerk, driving me forcefully over my peak to join her in the
swirling depths of pleasure.

   "Oh, ooo, um...  oh my gawaaaad." I screamed, as one of the most intense
orgasms I'd ever had hit me with the force of a nuclear detonation.  "God,
I love you, Katie; I wish I could hold you this...  ooooo!"

   Another major spasm hit me, then, as she continued to twerk herself on
me.  The sensation on the tip of my cock was incredibly intense.  I was
nearly at that 'too sensitive' point but, just as I was almost there, she
eased her movement slightly and let me slip back into the comfort zone.  I
managed to open my eyes, then, and saw that my cum was now starting to
escape her, trickling down along the upper surface of my cock, mixing with
hers.  The sight of our commingled fluids, plus the image of her face,
still twisted in a mask of extreme pleasure, created an unforgettable
vision so utterly sexy that 'hot' doesn't even begin to describe it.

   When I was fully spent, she released my arms from under her feet and
spun quickly, stretching herself out on me, to kiss me fully and deeply. 
The embrace continued for quite some time, as she and I did battle with our
tongues.

   "My god, Dan; you're still pretty hard!" she murmured the exclamation
into my mouth, breaking the kiss.

   "It's not really hard," I told her, shaking my head.  "It's just not
flaccid."

   "Well, that's very nice, but I just don't know if I can do any more,
tonight," she pouted.

   "You...  um...  I mean, we, don't need to do any more tonight.  We broke
any records I've had, before dinner." I assured her.  "No woman has ever
had me that far gone, before.  It's going to take it a few minutes to go
back to normal size.  This really has been one of the best birthdays I can
ever remember.  Thank you so much, Katie."

   I hugged her close.  The simple act of holding her, and feeling the
warmth as our bodies touched, made me unbelievably happy.

   She waited a while longer, to let me fully deflate, and then she slid
off me and toward the bathroom side of the bed.  "It was the best day I've
ever had, too," she said sleepily.  She let a yawn escape.

   My yawn answered hers.  We were soon fast asleep in each other's arms.
It was one of the most restful slumbers I think I can remember.



   to be continued....

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