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 Title: Living Together


Summary: Widowed brother/sister rekindle an old romance. 


Keywords:inc,fic,erotic,hot,sex







   I was just north of Atmore, Alabama headed north on interstate 65,
destination, Sault Ste Marie, MI.  A city in the Upper Peninsula who's main
industry was the lock and dam system for the upper Great Lakes.  I was
headed there to move my sister, she and her husband had moved there over
thirty years ago, he was part of the maintenance crew and had retired four
years ago, unfortunately, like so many others, he died within a year of his
retirement.  At the time of Rays death my wife was on her death bed, there
wasn't any way to make Rays funeral, I sent flowers in our name, but it
wasn't the same as being there.  When my wife died 4 months later sis was
still too distraught to attend my wife's funeral.

   Their two children lived halfway across the country, halfway around the
world if you listened to Cam, one living in Arizona the other in northern
Louisiana.  They hated living in the cold and snow, the isolation, the lack
of good employment unless you could land a position working on the locks.
They bolted as soon as they graduated high school, met and married someone
in college and vowed never to live in the UP again.  When they learned of
their mother moving south to live with me, they were quite excited, both
kids would be closer than they had been.

   My wife was of Norwegian descent, when we took our twin boys to Norway
to meet cousins and other relatives in their freshman year of college
little did we know we'd lose them.  As fate would have it they met a set of
twin Norwegian girls, moved there after college and married those sisters.
We would see them every few years, I had grandchildren I'd never seen or
held until the boys returned with their families for their mother's
funeral. The last time I'd seen my sons or grandchildren was when I went
there to spread her ashes in the mountains she loved so much.

   Camryn and I had been talking about this move since Christmas, she was
already tired of winter, I suggested she come down for a month or more. 
She loved the idea but was having a knee replaced the second week of
January, we talked weekly after her surgery, now that her PT was complete,
she was ready to do more than visit, she was ready to move.

   I was surprised how busy traffic was for 6am Thursday morning.  I was
pulling a 6 x 12 foot tandem axle enclosed trailer which slowed me some,
but the Tundra was clickin along at 65, still getting 14 miles per gallon.
Cars and trucks were whizzing by me as though I were standing still, not
that I cared, it was going to be a three day trip whether I went 65 or 70,
the difference in gas mileage was significant though, I kept the cruise at
65 and listened to my oldies stations.  When they'd fade out, I could
usually pick up a classic rock station until I found another oldies
station.

   Since it was only me to consider I drove until I needed to pee, fueling
at the same time if need be.  I had snacks along with a cooler full of
water and Dr.  Pepper, a few sandwiches and two apples.  All I had to do
was lean back, keep my eyes on the road and let the long miles fade as I
went.  I drove until Toledo the first day, pushing harder than I should
have, resulting in an aching tired body that didn't wake until 8:30 next
morning.  Following breakfast, fueling and a check of the trailer I pulled
back onto I-75 headed north.  I felt the long drive of the previous day and
stopped more often than normal.  I got as far as Grayling before stopping
for the night, I called Cam, had a decent supper, showered and hit the
sack.

   When I called Camryn in the morning, she told me I was a half day away
give or take an hour depending on traffic.  I enquired how much she had to
move, she said she'd had a large yard sale over the past weekend and had
gotten rid of most things she no longer wanted, the few remaining items
were being picked up by St.  Francis Thrift Store that afternoon.  She sent
me a pic of what was stacked in the garage, there would be plenty of room
in the trailer, if there was enough room left over maybe I'd drive across
the UP and stop at a saw mill in Mellen, WI for some lumber.  I build
custom furniture using all northern hardwoods, none of which are available
in the deep south.

   It had been years since I'd been to her place, and let's face it, most
women's directions suck.  Thank God for Google maps and the lady down the
street who showed me how to use it before I left.  As I pulled onto her
street, I saw her at the end of the driveway waving, a smile as big as all
the earth, jumping up and down as much as a 65 year old woman with a new
knee can or wants to.  I hadn't seen her since our pa died almost six years
prior, she looked more stunning now than she did at his memorial service.
Most of her adult life she'd worn her hair short, but now it was long, well
over her shoulders as she used to wear it in high school.

   I liked the fact that she let it be a natural silver grey, instead of
coloring it, my late wife colored hers.  Though I preferred it natural, it
wasn't worth spending time fussing about.  We'd been together 46 years, in
that time you figure out what is and isn't important, if you're smart you
learn not to major on the minors.  Camryn was still what others called
petite, as far as she was concerned, she was just small.  At 5'6" and about
120 she still had it all together.  I doubted her breasts were any longer
"perky", a much over used word these days, but they still stood out instead
of hanging down, I liked how they jiggled and swung slightly as she bounced
around.  She had never been one to wear a bra if she could get away without
one, I guess she figured she didn't need one to load boxes.

   I chose to back into her driveway before getting out, she guided me with
precision as she had done for years when we were still at home emptying
loads of firewood for the furnace.  Sliding off the seat my body groaned,
but as soon as she rounded the front and headed toward me with arms open
wide, I felt a sudden burst of energy.  Jumping up she wrapped her arms
around my neck, squeezing me as she had oh so many decades ago, her feet a
few inches off the ground as I held her around the waist.  Setting her on
her feet I was going to let go until she stopped me.

   "Nope, not yet.  Hold me another minute or so, I haven't seen you in so
long."

   I whispered the neighbor lady was watching intently with a scowl on her
face.  She pushed back, patting me on the chest and shot a dirty look in
the neighbor's direction.

   "Screw her, she's a nosy old bat, can't stand her.  Now she'll have some
juicy gossip to spread.  Who knows Toad, maybe I'll be pregnant by morning,
you know how fast things happen in the gossip crowd.  Shit, I shoulda
kissed you, she'd have peed her pants."

   I looked at her with a big grin, "Toad.  You're the only one who still
calls me that.  I think you're the one who gave me that name, but I don't
remember why."

   "I certainly do.  You put a toad down the back of my panties when I was
seven, when I told mom she looked at you and said you were a toad.  I liked
that name, still do."

   "Yeah well, so did everyone else Cam, all the way through high school
people still called me toad.  The only ones who used Brandon were the
teachers and mother.  Hope you're proud of yourself."

   "As a matter of fact, big brother, I am."

   Camryn and I were born 13 months apart, me in February and she in March
the next year.  We were the youngest of five, there being a nine year gap
between me and the next older sibling.  It was like mom and dad went on a
breeding sabbatical for nine years and then tried to make up for it in two.
I mention that because she and I were our own best friends, living in the
country you find friendship and fun wherever possible.  For us, it was she
and I, we needed no one else.

   Cam and I went in through the garage where I perused what she had to
load.  I helped her break down the bed moving that into the garage as well.
While looking at it I asked if she had any place she needed to be tonight
or tomorrow, she replied wherever I was is where she'd be.  It was just
before noon, I recommended we load up and head out right away.  If she
didn't mind, we'd go over the top on highway 2, stop in Ashland for the
night and in the morning drift down on Hwy 13 to Mellen where I wanted to
buy some Curly Maple, Ash and Hickory.

   She liked that idea, not wanting to be where she was any longer than
necessary.  The house was sold, she'd left the lawyer a POA to sign for her
and have the title company direct deposit the payment into her account.  I
was able to get the lions share of her belongings to one side, leaving
approximately two feet on the other side.  With lumber on the open side the
weight would be evenly distributed, I was so glad this was late May and not
January when we first started talking about her moving in with me.  Ice and
snow are enough without a trailer, with one in tow it gets much worse.

   We hadn't talked much beyond the occasional comment or question while we
loaded, on the way out of town we stopped at the local gas station, filled
up at an unreal price, then headed south where we would meet Hwy 2.  By the
time we made Manistique a potty call was way overdue.  We filled up at a
Shell and jumped back on the road, reaching Ashland around supper time.

   I'd been to the lumber yard in Mellen several times over the years, I
had previously spent a night or two in Ashland and was familiar with the
city, for supper we went to a Chinese buffet I'd been to before.  I drove
to the Americ-Inn, getting a room with double queens.  Neither of us was in
the mood for TV so we sat talking until our tired bodies dictated sleep. 
She was in an oversized tee and I assumed underwear, at least panties, I
was in my underwear alone.  As I skooched under the covers she walked to my
bed and sat down.

   "Brandon, one of the things I miss most about not having my husband
around is a kiss good morning and a kiss goodnight.  Can I ask a favor and
have you kiss me each morning and again each night?"

   I reached up, pulled her toward me and gave her a soft kiss, then
uttered, "goodnight dear".  She was smiling ear to ear, "goodnight Toad,
sleep well."

   Continental breakfast at the motel left much to be desired, we made our
way toward the edge of town where I knew of a small local dive called *Ed's
Eats*, I normally avoid such places, but happened to stumble upon it some
years ago.  The walls were full of smarmy high school sports memorabilia
and I think the older waitress had been there since Christ was a child, but
the place was clean, and the food was as good as it had been the first
time. Walking to the truck she stopped as I opened her door.

   "I think you forgot something Toad." I looked at her wondering what that
might be.  "I didn't get my good morning kiss."

   Damn, she was right, I quickly solved that problem, she told me she was
charging me interest and wanted another.  We were laughing so damned hard
it was more like two pair of lips vibrating against each other than a kiss.
We were in Mellen within the half hour, I purchased the lumber I wanted,
drove to the loading area in the yard and waited.  The forklift came
whizzing around the corner, lowered two hundred board feet each of Ash and
Hickory onto the ground and went for the Maple as Cam and I loaded.  Two
hundred board feet is not a lot of lumber, the Hickory being a heavier wood
I stacked it on the bottom.  When everything was in and strapped down
securely, we were back on the highway headed for home.

   If we had pushed hard and drove 16 to 18 hours we could have made
Paducah, KY, but since we had nothing but time on our hands, why kill
ourselves, we stopped in Bloomington, IL for the night.  I wanted to go for
a decent meal, she agreed, we checked into a Hampton Inn, changed out of
our travel clothes into some fresh jeans and a shirt, then took our lives
into our own hands trying to cross the street to a Texas Roadhouse.  As we
walked back to the Hampton she took my hand, as she had done hundreds of
times in the past, for us it was as natural as breathing.  Walking through
the lobby we were still hand in hand, she was smiling, I wasn't sure why,
but we felt good together.  If I wasn't going to be with my late wife,
being with Camryn was the next best thing.

   It was already 8:30, the drive tomorrow would be about 12 hours if we
were going to make my house by days end.  I showered first and was lying in
bed when she walked out drying her hair with only the tee on, it was wet
around her breasts, her nips were hard and poking against the fabric, her
breasts were every bit as lovely as I had remembered from so many years
ago, she had worn a 32D back then, I wondered if they were about the same.

   Tossing the towel into the bathroom she sidled over to my bed, put her
hands on the side of my face, kissed me and turned out the light.  We had
watched our parents kiss good morning and goodnight all our lives, it was
something we carried into our marriages, and now it was something we felt
good doing with each other.  I was on my side, eyes open, looking toward
her bed, I sensed she was looking at mine when through the darkness her
voice permeated the night.

   "Brandon.  Do you ever think about us when we were younger?  I mean when
we were in our early teens?"

   "How could I not, it was one of the most exciting times of my life.  I
learned more about love and life between the ages of 12 and 15 than the
next ten years.  Those memories are seared into my mind, they'll never
leave.  You obviously do as well, or you wouldn't have brought it up."

   "I do toad.  Like you, nothing will ever steal those memories from me.
Goodnight Brandon, love you."

   We were up and ready to go by 6:30, after bathroom, teeth brushing and
our good morning kiss we hit the road, stopping at Mickey D's for a
breakfast sandwich and coffee on the run.  It was mid-day when we hit
Nashville, what an f-ing mess, took us almost a full hour to get south of
there.  There's a Loves truck stop about twenty miles south of Nashville
with a half way decent rib joint across the road, I dropped her off to get
a table while I topped off the tank.  I was only getting a bit over 11 mpg
with the trailer loaded, which meant we were having to stop for fuel more
often.  The ribs weren't bad, nothing to write home about, but not bad and
the meal filled the void.  With six or seven hours left until my place I
figured we'd be there between seven and eight.

   While we drove, we had plenty of time to talk about everything and
nothing.  We spent most of our time talking about the specifics of our
spouse's deaths, kids of course, and grandkids.  What aches and pains we
were dealing with, what meds if any each was taking, a lot of silly shit
like that.  At one point between Birmingham and Montgomery she became very
serious.

   "Brandon, do you think we can make this work, or are we just pissin into
the wind?  I really want it to, we have always had a special bond, we
didn't see each other as much after we married, but we've always talked and
now we text every couple day's or I should say we were.  It almost feels
like an adult version of our younger years when it was you and me against
the world."

   "I see no reason it can't work Cam, everything you said is spot on. 
I've more or less resigned myself to the fact that you're going to take
over and rearrange the kitchen, so we won't have that to fuss over.  As
long as you don't try to be the lone re-arranger of my shop, we'll be okay.
We've always gotten along and I love you as much now as I did when we were
kids."

   I could see the gears turning in her head.  "Do you mean little kids, or
teenage kids?  They were two different worlds."

   I had to think on that a moment, I needed to answer it properly.  As
little kids it was all play and adventure, as teens it was mostly love and
experiencing life.

   "I think some of both, but given our present ages, I'd lean toward our
teen years."

   She smiled but said no more about it that day.

   I pulled into the driveway at 7:55 just as the sun was beginning to drop
completely.  I backed the trailer under the carport, we grabbed our
overnight bags and went inside.  The house was stuffy, the night air was
fairly pleasant, I opened the windows allowing the breeze to filter through
and freshen the house.  Cam went exploring as I was opening windows,
exclaiming loudly about this or that, she liked everything she was
encountering.  At the end of the hall she stopped, looking first left then
right, asking if her room was on the right.  I nodded as I flipped on the
lights.

   "Oh Brandon, this is gorgeous.  My own bath, a walk-in closet, queen
size bed, a sitting area and a vanity.  I've always wanted a vanity, Ray
said it was frivolous, now thanks to my big brother I have one."

   She spun, kissed me, hugged my neck and told me she'd have to bake a
cake for me, she wondered if my favorite was still white cake with butter
cream frosting.  She was right on the money.  I suggested we make a run to
Sonny's for supper and we could shop in the morning.  She shooed me out of
the room so she could change, she appeared in a pair of jeans, a cotton
blouse and sandals.  Hair pulled back and pinned at the sides, just a
smattering of makeup.

   I whistled, she grinned and told me to knock it off.  Neither of us
wanted a heavy meal this late at night, we shared a brisket platter with
fries, it was just right.  A scoop or two of ice cream at home before bed
topped off the evening.  After our goodnight kiss, she toddled down the
hall, I could hear Cam snoring softly as I walked by her room on the way to
mine.  Since Ray died, she wouldn't sleep with the door closed, I thought
it best to leave mine open a few inches her first night in case she woke
startled.  I woke at my regular time, 6, I had the lumber out of the
trailer on drying racks by the time she shuffled out to the shop in her
house coat and slippers.

   She walked to me, pushed up on tippy toes and kissed me good morning.  I
scooped her up, carrying her in my arms into the kitchen where I told her
to sit her little hinie in the chair while I got her a cup of coffee and
cooked breakfast.  Big breakfasts were always a thing as we grew up, it had
dwindled through the years, our spouses wanting breakfast to be light and
less filling.  I decided to change back to what we grew up with.  I had two
leftover baked potatoes in the fridge which I sliced for home fries, diced
an onion, carmelized it and put the potatoes in with them while the sausage
finished on the griddle next to our two eggs apiece.  She buttered the
toast, I set her plate, topped off the coffee cup in front of her and stood
proudly displaying my skills.

   We did the dishes and began the process of unloading her things from the
trailer, they weren't all going to fit into her room, we moved most of her
belongings into the storage room, she could go through boxes at her
leisure. I backed the trailer under its shelter, uncoupled and we set out
for the grocery store.  She'd quickly gone through the cupboards as I
unhooked the trailer and had a list ready when we jumped in the truck.  We
were holding hands again as we walked across the parking lot, it felt so
good being in close contact with a woman, maybe more so considering it was
my sister, the first romantic love of my life.  I grabbed a cart which she
immediately took over, telling me men didn't know how to operate grocery
carts, I quipped someone who looked a hell of a lot like me had been doing
it for a few years.  Thank you very much.

   Sliding her arm through mine she pulled me close, looking in my eyes she
stated softly,

   "Gosh I've missed you, why did we ever move so far apart?"

   We had a blast shopping, both of us screwing off all through the store.
Her Ray and my Karin were both all business when it came to shopping, Cam
and I were the exact opposite.  Karin would get so pissed when I'd grab the
bread, fade back and sink a two pointer in the cart from five feet away. 
When grocery shopping became a chore instead of fun, I let her go on her
own, she could never understand why I wouldn't go along.  Apparently, Ray
had been similar, without our spouses fussing at us we had a rip roaring
good time.  Our conduct remained the same as we went through the self-serve
check out and then taking our purchases to the truck.  I hadn't laughed
that much in years.

   She'd noticed a little Chinese place named Mr.  Chens further down the
strip mall and asked if it was any good.  I told her it was the only one I
went to anymore.  She suggested we go there for lunch, I looked at her
bewildered.

   "We just spent a hundred and fifty bucks on groceries, and you want to
go out for lunch?"

   "Yeah, why not?  What the hell are we worried about?  It isn't like it's
gonna break us.  Come on, let's take the stuff to the house so we can put
away the milk and perishables then come back here."

   She was right, why was I being such a pissant?  We dropped off the
groceries and went back to Mr.  Chens.  Most of their business is takeout
so they only have a half dozen tables, since I generally eat in house
instead of takeout the two gals who work the counter have gotten to know
me. In their broken English they greeted us.

   "Oh hi Mr.  Brandon, this your wife?" Before I could speak Cam said
*girlfriend*.  "Oh, she very pretty.  Regular lunch for you, yes.  What for
pretty lady?  Cashew Shrimp, okay, we bring to table."

   Cam looked at me.  "Just how often do you eat here that they know your
first name?  You told me WHEN you have Chinese, sounds like that's pretty
darned often, and your regular for lunch?"

   "Oh, once a week, maybe.  Sometimes two, depends on how tired or lazy I
feel.  I hate cooking for one, it was easier to eat out."

   She reached across, took my hand, squeezed it and whispered, "No more
cooking for one for either us.  We're back together again BOYFRIEND."

   We chuckled about the boy/girlfriend comment all the way home.  I let
her put groceries where she wanted, it would be easier to learn her system
than her learning my helter skelter hodge podge mess.  After putting things
away she wanted to take a short nap, I went to the shop to apply a coat of
poly on a piece of furniture I'd stained before I'd left for her place. 
She stepped into the shop just after three.

   "Holy shit Toad, you weren't kidding when you said you had a wood shop.
Tell me, what don't you have?  Seems like you have nearly everything."

   I chuckled and told her I'd really like a 24" belt table sander for
large glued up panels but I was too cheap to drop the $2600 to buy one. 
I'd seen one at a cabinet shop auction a year prior but it was so beat up
it was worth nothing more than scrap metal.  I told her I'd also like a
spray booth for finishes, but that was just a pipe dream.  She wanted to
see the yard, as we walked the perimeter she held my hand the entire time,
not letting go or relaxing her grip, as if she was saying "you're mine" and
nothing was going to take me from her.

   Walking from the mailbox I looked down at her.

   "That's quite a grip you have on me sis, afraid I'll run away"

   She stopped in stride, not letting me go.  I spun to look at her.  She
put her hand on my chest, looked into my eyes and stated.

   "I lost you once, I'm never losing you again."

   I hugged her and held her tight a minute, patted her bottom and
suggested I make omelettes for supper.  She was all for that.  Our evening
was relaxed and stress free, I asked if she minded me getting into evening
clothes, she responded as long as I didn't mind her doing the same.  I
jumped into my sweat pants along with my tee, she had on her long night
shirt, grabbed a blanket off the back of the couch and plunked her butt
tight against mine.  As she snuggled into my side, she tossed the blanket
over her legs and feet.

   Looking down I could clearly see her nipples straining against the
fabric.  She looked up as I was looking down, her eyes met mine, she
grinned, shook her shoulders enough to make her breasts wiggle and then
spoke.

   "Kind of fun isn't it, just like old times.  I like to let them loose as
much as possible.  Do you remember how mad mom would get when she found us
together and I wouldn't have a bra on?  I didn't have a lot, but you sure
liked what I had, thank God she never caught us kissing."

   After two hours of Blue Bloods on Netflix we decided we needed to stop
yawning and get some shut eye.  I was locking up and checking windows while
she headed for her room, as I walked down the hall I noticed her standing
in the doorway of her room, hands behind her butt as she leaned against the
jamb.  As I neared, she stood straight, put her arms around my neck and
kissed me.

   "Good night Toad, I had lots of fun with you today.  Tomorrow I'll cook
supper if you'll do breakfast again.  Oh, and I plan to make that cake
also."

   Though my body was tired as much from the trip as anything else, my mind
was in overdrive.  Could she really be remembering our early teen years, it
was not only a long time ago, it would have been devastating had we ever
been caught.  She'd mentioned not wearing a bra in those days, actually mom
insisted she wear a bra since she had started to fill out when she was
eleven.  They started as swollen puffy nipples which she would show me
every few days to see if I thought they were growing, in a matter of a few
months they were no longer swollen nipples.  They had become little blobs
of flesh with a puckered nipple in the middle.

   How I loved to look at them wishing I could touch, she told me they were
too sensitive to play with and I left it at that.  By the time she was
twelve she was sporting a 30B bra and had a tuft of pubic hair growing
above her little pink slit.  Between the ages of her being eleven and me
being fifteen we grew in ways only she and I ever talked about.  As young
and frisky as we were, we never consummated our torrid brother/sister
relationship, at least not when we were in our teens.

   I wondered, could this be what she meant earlier?  Was she openly
flaunting and teasing me with her breasts?  She knows what a tit man I am,
I hope I'm not reading signals that don't actually exist, I don't want to
screw this up.  I lay awake a good portion of the night, not waking until I
felt the bed move as she slid beneath my covers pushing her back into my
chest.  It was 7:30, I hadn't slept that late in months.

   "Did you sleep okay Toad?  You seemed to toss and turn a lot.  You doing
alright?"

   "I'm okay, took me a long time to get to sleep, then it was fitful once
I did.  I don't normally get up to pee more than once but last night it was
three times.  Had a lot on my mind I guess."

   "Me to, I laid awake for a long time, when I didn't hear you snore at
all I figured you were awake.  Were you thinking about the same thing I
was?"

   I didn't have to ask, she and I had always seemed to know what the other
was thinking.  I mumbled, "I reckon so."

   At my age the term *morning wood* doesn't apply like it once did.  As a
younger man it was a raging hardon every morning, at 66 it was a semi
hardon .....  sometimes.  It didn't take much to get it hard, but it wasn't
something that just happened any longer.  She flipped, asked for her kiss
and sprang from bed headed for a shower.  As she jumped from bed her
nightshirt stayed above her hips momentarily, I was treated to the bare
rump of my 65 year old sister, which in my opinion looked awfully inviting.

   So .....  she doesn't wear panties to bed, nice to know, maybe I'll get
a glimpse of the front some time.  I was sure she'd be natural, I could
only imagine that once dark brown love nest now being a fluffy and inviting
grey love nest.  Why was I having these thoughts about my sister?  We
weren't inexperienced hormone driven teens any longer, we'd lived long
lives with our respective spouses and now we were living out the remainder
of our lives together.  The next thought struck me like a brick.

   Could it possibly be that we were unknowingly going back to the physical
love we'd once dreamed of but never experienced?  Were we so lonely that we
saw the other as a possible lover?  I had so many questions rolling around
in my head.  I dressed quickly and headed to the shop, the wood and
machines were my comfort zone, I needed to be in my comfort zone, not torn
with turmoil thinking of sis romantically.  What if she found out?  She'd
be furious with me, but then what was all that hand holding, climbing into
my bed and telling me she'd never lose me again stuff all about?  I was
confused, working with wood is where I needed to be.

   I didn't see hide nor hair of Camryn until about 11.  It suddenly dawned
on me when she stepped into the shop that I hadn't made her breakfast, for
which I immediately apologized.

   "Not to worry Toad, this is all new to both of us.  I was a little
concerned when I didn't see you after my shower.  I got everything dusted
and cleaned the pantry, I know it wasn't a mess, but there were little bits
of this and that on the floor.  I found the vacuum and took care of it.  Is
everything alright, are you having health issues?"

   I keep two old office chairs in the shop, I plopped into one then
pointed to the other where she did the same.

   "I'm okay, no health issues, I had a lot on my mind and needed to get
back to my comfort zone, which is here in the shop.  I didn't mean to
ignore you, I'm sorry, I'll do better, promise."

   "I did the same, my comfort zone is cleaning, straightening, cooking.  I
needed some alone time as well, by the way, I love the water heater, the
temp never varied one bit."

   The old chairs are the kind with wheels, she rolled up to me knee to
knee, leaned forward taking my face in her hands and spoke softly.  "I have
a surprise for you, it's warm and tasty, you'll enjoy it for dessert."

   OH BOY, oh boy, oh boy, oh boy.  Things are moving much too fast for me,
how do I put the brakes on without hurting her feelings?

   "Would you rather have butter cream frosting or chocolate, I can do
either.  It'll be cooled off by lunch, I can frost the cake just before you
come in."

   I'm thinking to myself, *you fucking pervert, she's trying to be sweet
and your damned mind is in the gutter*, shame on you.  She stood, gave me a
kiss, told me lunch would be ready by twelve thirty and I was to have my
ass in the house to wash up at 12:20.  Aye, aye, Cap'n.  Been here less
than 48 hours and she's already running the place.

   Camryn on her way to the house:

   Hmmm, maybe that didn't come out right.  I could have phrased it
differently, I didn't see his pants get tight, but I would have liked to.
Why am I feeling like a teen aged girl again just because I'm with him
24/7? How I loved those days when we lay in the tall grass by the pond
after a skinny dip, the warm sun flowing over our naked bodies, clothes
folded under our heads.  My little breasts pointed straight at the sky just
like his peter while we sun-bathed on those hot summer days, our little
tufts of pubic hair drying.  Come to think of it neither of us ever had
much hair to begin with, must have been genetics.

   Why do I allow my mind to go back to our weddings, him coming to my
rescue from the pervert male stripper at my bachelorette party, taking me
to his apartment and making love to me a week before I married.  Then me
showing up at his apartment four months later, to do the same with him a
week before his wedding.  It was the first and last time we made love, we
never talked about it, we never cheated on our spouses afterward, it was
something we knew we needed to do and then went our merry ways.

   Maybe I'm pushing him too hard, yet again, it felt so good to be in bed
snuggled up against him.  I wonder if he saw my bare butt.  I took my
panties off specifically for that reason, I knew my shirt was around my
waist in the back, wonder if it made him hard?  Do I still have what it
takes to arouse him as I did those many years ago?  I'll need to be
careful, at the same time I do enjoy showing him affection and teasing a
little.  We'll have to see where things lead.

   Brandon a few days later:

   Deciding I needed to help more I offered to do laundry with her, she
told me absolutely not, she was the woman of the house and that was her
territory, besides she didn't need me destroying her delicate underwear.  I
never paid attention to her underwear before, what was the big deal?  I
knew she dried them on the rack instead of the dryer, but I'd never really
looked at them.  I made it a point to stop and look at them the next time
the drying rack was up, they were indeed soft and delicate, the tag on the
bra said 32DD, I was touching the crotch of a pair of panties when she
spoke.

   With a smile as big as the Grand Canyon, "You dirty little boy, are you
feeling my panties?"

   "To start with I'm not little, second, I am feeling your panties, third
I was curious why you would tell me you didn't want me doing laundry.  Now
that I've felt these, I understand, they're so soft and delicate."

   She was at my side by now, slid her arm around my waist, told me my
penalty for playing with her panties was another kiss.  After the kiss she
looked in my eyes, "They're just like me Toad, soft, delicate and waiting
to be touched."

   And she was, soft, delicate, cute, lovely to look at and desirous as
hell.  Keeping my mind focused, my hands to myself and my dick soft was
fast becoming a task.  She'd been with me shy of two months and I was
already a basket case in some ways.  We'd worked out our own unique routine
as any husband and wife would, except ours was without sex.  (for the time
being) Unfortunately.  I had no problem seeing myself being intimate with
her, we'd been intimate many years ago, from what I could tell those same
fires had more than an ember of existence.  It wasn't a blaze as it had
been before our weddings, but it was surely on the way to becoming one.

   Our morning and evening kisses had morphed into several throughout the
day, it seemed any little accomplishment or compliment was deserving of a
kiss.  The other part being that our morning kiss was quick and no real
passion, our goodnight kiss however was always slow, soft, and sensual.  I
don't think either of us gave it a second thought, it was something we'd
grown accustomed to, that and our snuggle time on the couch.  By the third
month we were holding hands anytime we went out, or she'd have my arm, but
we were always touching in some manner.  She continued introducing herself
as my girlfriend and I never protested, I felt kind of cocky having a
seductive looking older gal on my arm.

   Neither of us have any outstanding features, I'm 5'10", about 175 give
or take a few pounds, not overly muscular but not flimsy and weak either,
my gut doesn't hang over my belt, I still have my hair, my teeth, and a
dick that works.  When I was younger, I always wore my hair in a ponytail,
until I saw all these old geezers with their little chunk of hair from the
sides in a pseudo ponytail and a bald head, I had it cut within a week.  I
still wear it long, but only a little below my ears.  The only excess of
hair on my head is my beard, I haven't shaved since 1981 and I don't plan
to start anytime soon, I keep it neatly trimmed an inch or two long all the
time.  My hair is as white as my beard, I love it when little ones will ask
if I'm Santa Claus, I smile, tell them yes and be sure to obey mommy and
daddy.

   Camryn is 5'6", average shaped body, tiny ass with slender legs, breasts
are 32DD, as I mentioned earlier, she doesn't always wear a bra, something
I don't complain about, her breasts are still firm even at 65.  In spite of
her age she has relatively little excess weight or girth, she wears those
jeans with the really low waist but there's never a muffin top or roll over
no matter what she wears for a top.  I should be so fortunate, I've been
attempting to lose the same seven pounds for three months.  No, I haven't
given up desserts, that would be a tragedy.

   I had completed an order for a bedroom set made of Cherry and agreed to
meet the people who ordered it in Nashville which was the halfway point for
both.  That's generally a seven to eight hour trip depending on traffic, I
had no intention of doing a turn around in one day.  Cam didn't want to
stay home alone, I had her book us a room in Franklin, that would put us
far enough south of the city we wouldn't be affected by early morning
traffic when we headed home the next day.  We located the rendezvous point,
moved the furniture from my trailer to theirs, finalized payment and
pointed the truck south on 65.

   We pulled into the lot of the LaQuinta just after 4, noticing a Denny's
on our way to the motel we decided we'd eat there.  I went in, confirmed
the reservation, grabbed the keys and found a spot big enough to park the
truck and trailer where we wouldn't get boxed in.  I gave her the key cards
while I grabbed our overnight bags, she'd left the door open on the
security bar, I walked in and instantly stopped.  The bathroom door was
closed, I was staring at a single king size bed.  What the hell?  Did she
goof up the reservation?

   As she came out of the bathroom, I told her I'd go see if I could
straighten out the bed situation with a double room.  She gave me the
oddest look of unbelief.

   "Why would you change the room?  This is what I booked."

   "It only has one bed Cam, and neither of us is sleeping in a chair."

   "I know it has one bed, that's what I wanted.  What's the matter, are
you afraid to sleep with me?  I don't fart or hog the covers, what's going
on with you Toad?  I thought we'd gotten past all this juvenile crap and
were on track to being as comfortable with each other as we were years
ago."

   I was at a loss for words as I set the bags down and sat in the stuffed
chair.  Cam was in my lap instantly, hugging my neck.  Petting my hair and
playing in my beard.

   "Toad, we've been living together almost six months now.  We kiss, we
cuddle, you treat me like a queen, you always show me favoritism and
respect in public, you never embarrass me or make a fool of yourself. 
There's no doubt I'm first in your eyes, why don't you want to sleep in the
same bed with me?"

   "That's the thing Cam, I do want to, I don't want to ruin what we have
though.  I find myself thinking back to those two nights we spent together
before our marriages and it scares me, what if I don't control my thoughts
and desires?  It will drive you from me."

   I had tears in my eyes and didn't want her to see me crying, she took my
chin and drew my lips to hers.  Promising me that showing her affection
wasn't going to ruin what we had become.

   "Let's do this Toad, let's stop pussy footin around and admit we have as
much desire to be with each other now as we did way back then.  We don't
have to jump off the cliff right away, we can take our time and ease
ourselves back to what we once were.  You had forty plus years knowing
Karin and I had an equal amount of time with Ray.  I knew what he liked, he
knew what I liked, I'm sure you two were the same."

   "So how about this Brandon.  Let's allow nature to take its course, at
the same time let's stop denying we love each other emotionally and want it
to be physical as well.  It's been years since a man has touched my body
intimately, and I miss it.  Ray couldn't do anything the last five years or
so, his blood pressure meds rendered him basically impotent.  He used to do
oral on me once in a while, but it's not a substitute for making love.  Are
you taking the blue pills?"

   As gobsmacked as I felt, I knew I needed to answer her questions.

   "Nope, no pills yet, won't hesitate to use them if I need to in the
future.  Yes, I miss the intimacy, yes your body excites me, yes I want to
sleep next to you, no I'm not afraid of any part of this.  I like the idea
of not jumping off the bridge right away, at the same time I hate the idea,
I'm ready to take the plunge."

   "Okay then, go take a pee, I'll call a cab so the truck can stay put and
let's see what Denny's has to offer.  Right now, I need a kiss, and not a
brotherly kiss."

   Our lips melted together as we softly pressed into the other, gently
allowing our tongues to mingle, she backed away, kissed me again and
whispered.

   "Let's go, I'm hungry, we have all evening to make out.  I love you
Toad, never stopped through all these years.  I loved Ray, but not the way
I love you."

   I found that statement interesting, for the same was true with me.  I
loved Karin and we had a good life together, but it never quite equaled
what Cam and I had.  We had willingly put our feelings and desires on hold
for all those years, it seemed odd to be opening that door again.  As I
waited for my bladder to empty, I noticed Cam standing in the doorway
looking at me smiling.

   "I see you still have an ample supply of flesh between your legs, I
trust you're still as good with that tool as you were back then."

   Supper was good, not over filling, but didn't leave us hungry either. 
We sat on the same side of the booth, her hand on my thigh except when we
ate, sneaking little kisses, acting like high school kids.  The waitress
commented about how we were so lovey dovey after so many years together,
even though she had no way of knowing we hadn't been.  We smiled and
thanked her, Cam squeezing my thigh a few inches higher than her hand had
been.  I left our waitress a very gracious tip, we caught a cab back to the
motel and settled in for the night.

   I had computer work to do, emails to answer, orders to verify and she
wanted to watch some chick flick, all in all it worked out well.  Her movie
was over a few minutes before I was, Cam stepped into the bathroom to pee,
then sat next to me on the bed as I closed down my laptop.  She was in her
long night shirt, I was still in my sweat pants, she told me to empty my
bladder, lose the sweats, turn out the lights and get under the covers with
her.

   She reached for me the instant I was in bed, kissing, holding me tight
to her body, sliding her leg between mine high enough that I felt her pubic
bone make contact with my thigh.  She let out a soft groan, pushed into me
momentarily and then pulled away an inch or two.  I reached behind pulling
her shirt up taking hold of her taught ass cheek, as I was going to move it
to the front she stopped me with her hand.

   "You can feel, but I want to save the rest for our bed at home.  Hold
and love me tonight, pet me, feel me, learn my body again, I need to feel
loved and wanted.  It's been a very long time, and if you're wondering,
there have only been two men inside me in my entire life, my husband and
you."

   We spooned and snuggled, twice she rubbed her hand up and down my dick
making a soft purring kind of noise each time.  I felt her breast through
the shirt, then slipped the shirt off leaving her in panties and my hands
on her breasts once more.  I lowered my head and sucked each nipple.  She
lifted my head, slipped her tongue in my mouth, pulled back and whispered
she liked that.

   "Do you remember when you first touched them?  It feels as wonderful now
as it did then.  Can I sleep with my back against your tummy?"

   She turned and scooted in tight to me.  I draped my arm over her tummy,
rubbing across the front of her panties, feeling her small bush push out
against the fabric, she lifted my hand and put it on her breast saying,
"There, now it feels right."

   I accidentally woke her as I got up to pee about 3, she said she didn't
mind, her bladder was raging as well.  Back in bed lying face to face she
asked if I was okay with what we were doing.  I nodded I was and asked her
the same.

   "I've waited a life time for this Toad, I'm not going to waste this
opportunity to show how much I love you.  I'm not ready to make love
tonight, but we're going to very soon, in our bed, I want to be yours and
yours alone."

   Stirring from our sleep about seven we got ready for the day, I watched
as she dressed in front of me, taking her sweet time pulling up her blue
and white striped panties, adjusting the leg openings with her fingers,
teasing the hell out of me.  After checking out we stopped at IHOP for
breakfast.  Traffic was unusually heavy until we reached Birmingham, it
seemed like the lanes simply cleared and the freeway was wide open.  That
was nice for me, I could sit in the right lane going 65 and not be in
anyone's way.  We pulled into a Zaxby's for lunch, each having a salad and
then back on the road.

   It was just after five when we pulled in the driveway, I dropped Cam at
the mailbox, she was cramped up and wanted to walk to the house.  I had
backed under the trailer shelter and was unhooking the trailer by the time
she unlocked the entryway door.  I put the truck under the carport and
thanked God we were home for a while.  No more trips scheduled anytime
soon.

   We'd been home long enough to start supper when my phone rang, I was
concerned, typically nobody called this late in the day.  Our youngest
sister was calling to say mother had fallen, cracked her pelvis and was in
the hospital.  Neither of us were all that surprised, she was 94 living on
her own and doing well, but at times had trouble with her balance.  Donna
gave me the particulars, I told her we'd call right away.

   Her spirits were high, she was more upset with herself for moving a
small table that had been in the same spot for over fifteen years, she'd
forgotten she'd moved it and tripped.  She didn't want us to come home,
she'd be in the hospital about a week and then rehab for another three or
less, she'd keep us informed.  Cam had been calling her every Sunday about
11am, she told her she'd call every day until she was released.  That
incident changed our thinking immediately.  As we were brushing teeth
etcetera getting ready for bed Cam pulled me tight looking into my eyes.

   "We need to stop waiting Toad, what's happened to mom made me realize
life is too short.  If there were any doubts after last night there aren't
now, we're going to make love tonight.  I want you inside me, no more
waiting."

   I sat on the bed watching my 65 year old sister stand in the bathroom
doorway naked, looking as voluptuous now as she did decades ago.  There was
a slight sag to her breasts, but they didn't hang, her nipples still
pointed outward instead of down, and then there was her relatively small
bush.  Still fluffy, only it was entirely grey now, there wasn't much to
keep trimmed.  It was thick and silky, but not wide and heavy between her
legs as some are.

   I had been semi-erect, that changed quickly as she took hold of my dick,
stroking it softly, humming, making little purring noises, seeming
satisfied with what was in her hands.  She leaned down and sucked my erect
cock as far into her mouth as possible, after two deep sucks she had about
two thirds in her mouth.  She stood up, smiled, kissed me and told me her
turn.  I reached behind grabbing a butt cheek with each hand pulling her
forward until her pubic hair was tickling my nose, she squatted ever so
slightly, widening the gap, allowing me greater access.

   I pushed her legs apart further and stuck my tongue against her vulva,
her hand went to the back of my head and pulled me tighter.  Not wanting to
waste time, I concentrated on her clit bringing her to a quick climax.  I
gave her ass a loving smack, stood and kissed her, running my tongue deep
into her mouth just as I had her pussy.  We stood holding each other tight
as we kissed, neither wanting this moment to end.  I laid her in the middle
of the bed salivating over her lovely desirous body.

   As I looked at her my mind wouldn't stop, there lay the answer to my
life long dreams, my sister, the one I shared my first kiss with, shared my
first feel with, and so many more things.  My dick was standing upright
like a flag pole pointed at my chin, six inches of thick throbbing meat
waiting to be milked by the velvety interior of her vagina.  As I knelt on
the bed she could see my throbbing pole and smiled, licking her lips.  I
leaned forward and kissed her mound, the soft delicate hair tickling.

   We kissed and sucked face a few minutes before I latched onto the side
of her left breast and gave her a huge hickie, proclaiming she was mine as
I went for the right one.  With a love bite on each breast she smiled and
told me to take her.  I hovered between her knees, slowly lowering my face
to her mound, she pushed up to meet my mouth as I came in contact with her
labia.  She had begun dry, but I would soon remedy that as I lavished a
long slow flat tongue lick from vagina to clit, stopping there to pull the
hood away from it.  She began to giggle, when I ask her why she said my
beard was tickling her thighs.

   She drew her legs up hooking her hands behind her knees opening treasure
island for my enjoyment.  Her clit stood out about the size of a marble,
dark pink, it seemed to be throbbing, being that close without my glasses I
wished I could see more.  I circled her love button with my lips, licked
her clit and sucked softly, her hips went up and she moaned loudly as her
hips moved up and down.  I continued to lick and titillate with the tip of
my tongue until her breaths stopped, her body tensed with no more than a
soft UH as she creamed onto my face and mouth, I could feel cum dripping
off my beard, it was all around my mouth, I lapped up what I could as she
came but it was just too much.

   I pulled back and sat on my haunches smiling as she opened her eyes. 
"Damn you Toad, what the hell did you do?  I've never cum that hard.  Oh
shit, it's dripping off your beard."

   I dashed into the bathroom, rinsed my face quickly and lay next to her,
pulling her close.  She began to reminisce.

   "Do you remember the first time you put your finger into my slit, that
was the night a week before my wedding.  That was heavenly for me, I was so
wet and slippery, you kept taking your finger out and sucking it.  I
thought it was gross, until you put your finger in my mouth, I liked the
way I tasted.  Remember when mom wouldn't let me have bikini panties, so
I'd roll the waist until they were like bikini's, then lift my dress to
tease you.  I remember we talked about being married and moving away, but
we never knew how we'd do it, so we settled for second best and got married
to our late spouses."

   I remembered the color of her panties the night we made love, a light
blue satin with a matching bra.  We talked about all the things we'd done
before marrying, ironically everything was done with each other, we'd never
had any other person in our lives romantically until we met the one's we
married.  All the talking had allowed my dick to deflate partially, she
told me to lay back so she could suck me hard, telling me she'd give me a
nice blow job the next day.  Once hard I told her I needed pussy, did she
have a preference as to position.

   "I want it from behind, it'll be tight at first and you might need a
little KY, but once I'm loosened up I want it hard and deep Brandon, don't
hold back, I enjoy it soft and gentle, but not tonight.  I need it a little
rough, just don't hurt me, I don't like that, but I do like having my pussy
hammered."

   I had dreamed of this since the day I packed her belongings into the
trailer and we headed south.  No, I didn't obsess about it, but in the back
of my mind I certainly wondered if we would ever be intimate again.  Here I
was, naked in bed with my sister positioning myself behind to fuck her as
hard as I could, or I suppose I should say, as hard as we could manage in
our middle sixties.  My hands were on her hips as she leaned down enough to
slide her arm between our bodies and guide my dick to her vagina opening.

   My dick hadn't felt the inviting warmness of a pussy for some time, so
soft, so inviting, it was as though I could feel the outer labia slowly
open, stretching around the head of my dick and sealing my entrance so the
inner lips could suck me the rest of the way inside.  In four strokes my
pubic hair touched her soft ass cheeks, causing a gasp from both of us.  I
asked if she needed Ky, she said she was wet enough and felt fine.

   I pulled back to the head and then sunk back inside, we rocked back and
forth in an easy rhythm for a few minutes when she whispered, "harder now
Toad, make my pussy yours like it once was."

   We had made love from behind the night of her bachelorette party,
finishing in missionary so we could look into the other's eyes as we
climaxed.  I smiled as I reminisced, pumping into her hungry beaver,
enjoying the sensations of her vagina walls hugging my dick, sending
wonderful feelings throughout my body.  I had picked up speed but wasn't
going at it with any fury until she began thrusting her ass back, I knew
she was ready and it was time to bang.

   We carried on like animals in heat, fucking hard, making grunting
noises, oohing and aahhing every few breaths, my hands clasping her hips so
hard I feared I might hurt her.  She suddenly blurted, "Here it comes Toad,
oh my God, Oh MY, AAHHH." It was not a silent climax this time, she wasn't
screaming, but she wasn't quiet as her body thrashed about, her hips
jerking up and down.  I kept pumping as my orgasm built, I was trying to
hold back and possibly give her another orgasm.

   Not a chance.  I could feel my nuts tighten and draw into my body ready
to unleash a torrent of cum inside my sister.  She felt it as well and
coaxed me on.

   "Mmmm you're getting bigger Toad, you're gonna cum for me aren't you
baby, I can feel you getting thicker.  Give it to me baby, I need you to
unload inside me."

   I rammed my cock into her as hard as my body could, my cock erupted
spitting and spewing semen throughout Camryn's vagina, coating the uterus
with my essence.  I was making more noise than I thought I would, damn it
felt so good to ejaculate inside her.

   "Brandon, I can feel it.  I love that feeling."

   As I let go of her hips she fell forward onto the mattress, face turned
sideways, breathing deeply, chest still heaving, smile across her lips. 
Turning on her side she reached up and grabbed a handful of chest hair, I
followed instantly.  Lying inches from the other we softly caressed the
adjoining body.  At our ages it was more from appreciation than it was
wantonness, happy you still have what it takes to make each other happy in
bed.  Leaning toward me she kissed me, then said softly.

   "Thank you, that was wonderful.  It was as good today as I remembered it
decades ago."

   I looked at her with a love and longing I hadn't felt in a very long
time.

   "No ......  thank you Cam, and you're right, it was wonderful.  We'd
better get cleaned up."

   "I don't want to yet Toad.  I want to lay here with our cream mixed
together in my old pussy, which by the way is still pulsating.  Ray was
always a good lover, but this, oh my Toad, I could grow to love this
quickly.  You fill me nicely, not only with what you shove in, but what you
leave behind.  I like the feel of your thick cream inside me."

   I only grinned, what could you possibly say to equal or top that
statement?  After cuddling fifteen minutes or so we moved our carcasses out
of bed, stripped the sheets and jumped in the shower together.  As we
washed I was surprised that I'd gotten hard again while she washed me,
soaping and stroking my dick clean.

   "You know Toad, a hardon is a terrible things to waste.  I wouldn't mind
holding on to these grab bars while you sunk that meat pole inside me
again. Whadaya think sailor, you up for another piece of tail before we go
to bed?

   My answer was to lean her forward while she squealed and giggled.  With
the water beating mostly on her so she'd stay warm I bent slightly, found
the hole and pushed forward, the vaginal walls were hugging me tightly as I
went balls deep in two strokes.  The head of my dick was so sensitive it
almost hurt, her slow back and forth onto my dick removed that thought
immediately, it wasn't a hard screw like we'd had in bed, it was slow and
methodical, a nice relaxing grind until the last three or four minutes when
she told me *harder, harder, I need it harder* just before her arms
tightened.

   She was squeezing so hard on the grab bars her knuckles were white, with
a final push back into me we managed to explode within seconds of each
other.  It was cute watching her ass wiggle and gyrate against my body as
she came, that vision was quickly obscured with blind passion as I arched
my body and drove my cock into her tiny body.  As I would back off an inch
and jab forward with each spurt her ass would push back trying to fully
impale herself on me.  I nearly felt guilty as the thought of how she was a
much better lover than Karin had ever been flitted through my mind.

   Was I somehow betraying my late wife, or was I simply enjoying the love
of my sister whom I'd desired for decades.  As I slowly pulled out a stream
of cum dripped from her vulva.  I told her to stay put as I took the
removeable shower head and cleaned her nether region.  Drying her she
hugged my neck tight, sort of giggling and making soft bubbly sounds.

   "What's up Cam, you sound like a teenage girl."

   "When you were cleaning me it felt so good on my clit I almost came
again.  I feel embarrassed.  A woman my age getting off on the shower
spray."

   We laughed softly.  She asked if I would put lotion on her body.  With
her lying on the bed I started at the top of her thigh working the lotion
into her legs as I moved toward her feet.  When I reached each foot, I
kissed it lightly on the bottom, she giggled saying it tickled, but she
loved it.  I put lotion on the rest of her front, spending lots of time on
the breasts and tummy areas, I flipped her over, did the back part of her
body, found a pair of panties I liked in her dresser and offered to help
put them on.

   Smiling up at me she called me a pervert and then lifted her legs so I
could slide on the panties.  Once they were in place I made sure I adjusted
the leg openings as I moved my fingers across her intimate parts, then
kissed the mons through her panties and stood with a grin along the lines
of, *aren't I a good boy*?

   Slithering into my arms as she stood, we kissed passionately for
minutes, not wanting to let go.  Our evening romp had caught up with us,
the moment her back was tight against my chest she moved my hand to her
bare breast, sighed and fell asleep instantly.  I on the other hand lay
awake a short time, contemplating what we'd done and where we were in this
relationship.  After bantering it about in my mind I reached the conclusion
this was something we'd wanted for decades, but never acted on it because
of the commitment to our spouses.

   As I drifted off to sleep I was thankful we had a second chance.  No one
else would ever understand, but if we minded our P's and Q's we'd be okay.
We needed to be diligent and not get lazy in public, small gestures of love
would be readily accepted, but we'd have to hold onto our times of passion
until we were behind closed doors.  I had never loved a girl as I do
Camryn, I was not about to lose her again.  With fall and the holidays fast
approaching we started getting messages from the kids about Thanksgiving
and Christmas.  Hers wanted to come for turkey day and both mine wanted to
come for Christmas.

   All of them had smaller kids that could easily bunk on the floor and
think they were having a great time, like camping.  We figured we'd tell
our adult children Cam would give up her room to sleep in my room so each
couple could have a room to themselves and their kids.  If that didn't work
for the kids sleeping on the floor we had some blow up mattresses and lots
of space in the living room.  Her son was all for it, her daughter thought
it was weird.  Cam and her daughter usually talked every other week.

   Cam had just called mother who told her she was going back home, our
youngest sister was only six miles from her and she'd look in on her daily.
She no more than emptied her bladder and sat with a fresh cup of coffee
than her phone rang.  Her daughter wanting to discuss the sleeping
arrangements.

   "Mom, we'll get a motel room while we're there.  I'm not going to run
you out of your room forcing you to sleep with Uncle Brandon.  It's just
not right, I'd never sleep in the same bed with my brother."

   "No you are not getting a room young lady, you're staying with us, I
want all the time with my grandbabies as possible.  By the way, no one is
forcing me to sleep with your uncle, we talked about it and it's our
choice. Not yours.  Just because you wouldn't sleep in the same bed with
Seth doesn't mean I don't mind sleeping with Brandon.  So drop this right
now."

   After a short bit of squabbling Cam won her over and that was the end of
it.

   "What she doesn't know Toad is there was no way I'm sleeping anywhere
but in bed with you.  We may not make love, but I need your body next to
mine and your hands on my body.  She'd crap her pants if she knew we were
not only in bed together already, but that you were inside me several times
a week as well.  We're going to do the same thing when your boys come,
aren't we?"

   I nodded a solid yes we are, smiling as she spread her legs enough for
me to see my treat as she turned to put her cup on the side table.  She
knew exactly what she'd done and grinned her evil stare.

   "When I'm done with this coffee you're going to take me down the hall
and ravage my body.  Right?"

   My answer was to walk into the bedroom, shed my clothes, walk back
standing in front of her naked with my underwear hanging off my cock as I
twitched it up and down.  She was laughing so hard she grabbed her crotch
as she peed a little bit.  Snatching the underwear off my erect phallus she
sat back.

   "How could a girl possibly turn down an invitation like that?  Change of
plans, I want your face between my legs right here, then I want you to lay
on the floor so I can ride you into the sunset."

   I looked at her and said, "I aint licking you until you go pee and
wash."

   Walking back into the family room she was naked from the waist down,
sitting in her recliner she draped one leg over the arm and hooked around
behind me with the other pulling me into her body.  I wasted no time
attacking her vulva and clit, creating little ooh's and aaahh's along with
praise on how good my tongue felt.  I knew she was going to cum hard,
whenever her clit was as pronounced as it was today she would always cum
hard.  I say that because at times it seemed like it was being lazy, coming
out of hiding but not ready to play.  On days like this when it was
completely engorged and nearly as big as a marble there was no doubt, she'd
be bucking her hips, grinding her pussy in my face and girl cum dripping
off my beard.

   She didn't disappoint, throwing her head back, using both hands to pull
my face into her, a long low aahhhh emitting from her lips followed by my
flowing prize.  As she gushed I attempted to lap it all, unsuccessfully,
she creamed the entire lower half of my face.  As I sat back looking at
her, she lifted the leg that had been behind me, put her foot on my chest
and pushed so I was on my back.  I was too close to the chair, as I pushed
back she turned away from me, squatted onto my cock and began to ride
reverse cowgirl.

   "I've always wanted to try this position Toad, let's see how we do."

   After three or four minutes being on her haunches going up and down she
spun and crashed down on my dick straddled over me.

   "That is no position for an old broad like me, holy shit, my leg muscles
are on fire.  I like looking at you when we screw anyway, the look you give
me when your cock is buried inside my pussy is priceless.  Come on, help me
out big boy."

   She rocked several minutes before I grabbed her hips holding them still
and pounded into her from beneath.  She was crying out, hips moving a
hundred miles an hour, hands on my chest with her fingers interlaced
through the hair.  I was hoping she didn't cum real hard or she'd rip half
my chest off.  I felt her hands tighten then watched as her head went back,
mouth open with no sounds, I couldn't tell if she was in pain or ecstasy
until she threw herself forward and ground her clit against my pelvis bone.

   "Oh shit, oh fuck, oh shit.  Soooo fucking good Toad, so fucking good."

   Looking in my eyes I could see determination on hers, she was going to
make me cum no matter what.  I held her hips tight stopping her, pulled her
down, as she wrapped her arms around my neck we kissed.  I pulled my head
to the side and spoke softly.

   "Arms and legs around me tight and roll with me."

   With me on top she could enjoy it without as much work, she pulled her
legs up next to her body where I straightened them and placed her ankles on
my shoulders.  As I slid into her cavern of lust she let out a deep
guttural moan such as I hadn't heard prior.  I had never fucked her in this
position before, and I was determined to give her all the pleasure she
could handle.  At one point she was literally bent in half holding my body
against her as I plowed in and out.  Like all good things, they must come
to an end as she bellered her leg was cramping, I moved upright so her legs
could drop and kept pumping.

   Twenty seconds later her feet were flat on the carpet, knees bent and
pushing her pussy up into me with all the strength she had.  I didn't last
five minutes and was dumping my load inside the girl of my dream's hungry
little cunt.  I was trying to cram my entire body inside her vagina and she
was trying to accommodate the effort.  We lay with our pelvis held tightly
together a minute or more as we slowly descended our mountainous high, my
body shaking and lurching every few seconds.  Her hips stabbing into me,
rocking up and down milking my cock for every ounce of cum it may have not
yet delivered.

   "Oh my God Toad, can you believe this only gets better and better?  I
have never cum this hard or fucked as often as we do, I think I'm becoming
addicted to your cock.  I thought maybe you'd tire of this old body with
its age spots, but we just keep stroking don't we."

   When I commented hers wasn't the only body with age spots we chuckled in
each other's arms.

   Turkey day was a success, they were only with us a total of three days
and two nights.  We slept in our sweats so there would be no suspicions,
especially when the littlest wanted to come wake up grandma in the morning.
We kept our kisses to a good morning and goodnight in the bedroom, no
affectionate touches or feels during the day.  I wanted to eat her the
second night but we decided that wouldn't be smart, what if it was one of
her noisy orgasms.  When they left Friday after lunch she wasted no time.

   As I was cleaning off the table, I heard her call my name from the
bedroom area.  As I walked into our room she was on her tummy, pillows
under hips wiggling her ass.

   "Get over here and nail me, I'm so horny I can't see anymore."

   I obliged, with fervor and diligence.  The next few weeks were spent
getting things ready for Christmas, neither of the wives had ever been to
the states for Christmas, Cam went all out.  It took me two days to put up
all the decorations ...  outside, then another three to get things as she
wanted them inside.  The week before their arrival we baked cookies and
made candies four out of five days, sampling too many and feeling sick to
our stomachs the second day.  We left a few dozen to be decorated by the
children.  The kids were due to arrive on the 22nd, leaving the 27th, we'd
basically have four days with them.

   Cam had never met the girls, Anna-Ellen and Aasta, along with the four
kids between the two families.  They took to whom they called grandma
immediately, especially after she showed them the cookie jar.  Our visit
was enjoyable in every way, Christmas morning was so much fun with little
ones once more.  I've come to realize Christmas Day is for kids, they're so
full of joy and wonder.  I baked a prime rib for our holiday meal which was
a smashing success.  Our hearts yearned and our eyes leaked as we watched
them walk through security waving to us one last time.  We made plans to be
with them in Norway the following summer.

   We were barely out of the airport parking facility and she wanted me to
find a motel.  I told she could wait to get her hungry little beaver reamed
we were only twenty minutes from home.  She sulked, reaching over grabbing
my hand and putting it on her mound outside the dress.

   "You feel how hot that is, step on it mister I need cock after five
days, and not just once tonight either.  You'd better be ready to coat the
inside of my pussy twice at a minimum."

   Of course, there was always a pile of trash talk before getting started,
then reality would hit and she'd realize once was enough to render us
useless until the next day.  Sex in your mid-sixties is not like sex in
your twenties or thirties, sex twice in a row at this stage in your life is
like running two back to back marathons.  It'll flat wear your ass out.

   We began to notice more and more that mother wasn't as sharp and
attentive as she had been.  In April she went to sleep and never woke up,
Cam and I commented that's how we'd like to go.  Go to sleep and never wake
up, no aches or pains, no bodily torment, just close your eyes and exit. 
We decided to fly and rent a vehicle, since she and I were the executors of
the estate we stayed at moms for two weeks while we got things far enough
along that we could leave the rest to her lawyer.  Our sister was going to
oversee the selling of her house, mother had wisely listed who she wanted
everything of value to go to.  No arguing, no fussing, it was cut and
dried. We interred her ashes alongside Pa's at Oak Lawn Cemetery, not sure
why, it was what mother wanted and we obliged her wishes.

   While at mom's we made love a few times, it somehow wasn't the same in
her house as it was in ours.  Upon returning we made up for lost time. 
We've been living together for over two years now, our trip to Norway was
fun, Cam had never been out of the country prior, it was very exciting for
her.  We abstained the two weeks we were with the kids but spent two days
in Amsterdam not leaving our room on the way home.  We looked bedraggled
and worn out as we boarded, an older stewardess patted Cam's shoulder as
she served us and said, "I've been there honey, sit back and rest, I'll get
a blanket."

   We huddled under that blanket almost the entire flight, only moving to
use the restroom.  No hanky panky, no fooling around or soft feels, we were
too damned worn out to think about, much less do anything of the sort.  Cam
helps in the wood shop nearly every day I'm working, and always goes with
me on deliveries, says she loves hotel sex.  With me at 68 a few months
from 69 and her just behind me we've slowed some.

   I had to have my heart restarted in the fall to correct an afib
situation, which of course meant I would be taking a blood thinner at a
minimum, a thief of your libido.  My cardiologist happily wrote me a
prescription for Sildenafil, handed it to me with a smile and told me to
have fun.  I take two an hour or more before we make love and Cam is never
dissatisfied, so I guess it's still working okay.  The immediate
spontaneity is gone, but we don't mind, we simply make plans to play around
near a given time a few days a week and then let it happen.  When she asks
if I've taken my pills, I know she's horny.

   A few weeks back we were invited to a neighborhood cook out, we met
folks who lived nearby that we'd only known through a friendly wave driving
by.  The food was good, the conversation adequate and the people graciously
accommodating.  Cam and I were sitting next to each other on a wicker love
seat the entire time, while there was flirting and such not going on around
us, we made it perfectly clear we weren't interested.  After a few hours
Cam put her hand on my thigh, rubbed up and down a little bit and said,
"Well".  I patted her hand and said, "I suppose." With that we stood,
thanked our hosts and made our way toward home.

   When we were about fifty feet from the driveway Cam laughed and said,
"Oh my gosh, we've become mom and dad."

   We don't know how long we'll live and don't care, as long as we have our
time together now we're happy.  We live far enough away that anyone who
visits has to think twice and then let us know.  We've learned to hide our
affection when all of us are together, with the knowledge that once we're
home, we can be in each other's arms enjoying each other's body.

   Living together can be a challenge, for us it's more about being
together and having fun.  No matter how old we are.




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