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 Title: My Brother's Wife


Summary: In Laws find love after grief. 


Keywords:inc,fic,erotic,true



   This story is loosely based on a real event.  I dedicate it to one of my
best friends and shipmates.  All characters are 18.  This story does
involve incest and mentions rape.  If these topics trigger you, please move
on.Also, take time to thank anyone you meet that has served this country
and stood the watch.



   ****

   The blare of my alarm clock shook me from my slumber.  The infernal
machine was irritating me to no end.  With one eye open, I slapped the
plastic disruptor, quieting the noise box.  Standing, I padded my tired
bones to the bathroom for my first whizz of the day.  Washing my hands and
brushing my teeth, my next stop was to the kitchen.  My body was in
desperate need of caffeine.  Opening the fridge, I stared at the empty
container.

   "Shit." I spit.

   This was shaping up to be the worst month in my entire life.  It all
started on a wind swept morning, the sound of the air slashing against my
window arousing me before my alarm clock.  Only to be greeted with an empty
bed.  The phone call from my ex-girlfriend Rhonda saying she "needed
space..." or whatever the fuck that meant.  If it hadn't been for the male
voice chuckling in the background, I might have fought to keep her. 
Instead, my morning was spent chucking her crap into 6 plastic garbage bags
and throwing them out in the hall of my apartment building.  Not giving two
shits if she picked them up or they got taken by some Nair-do-wells that
lived there.  The next bit of bad news came at the luncheon at work.  We
were all told that the start-up tech company that so many of us had put our
blood, sweat, tears, long hours and short breaks into, had been sold off by
that no-good ass boss of ours Todd.  The bastard didn't even have the
common decency to let us know that the new company wasn't keeping anyone
on, outside of upper management, because the offices were being moved to
San Diego.  Instead, Karen (the beached whale), was given the task of
telling everyone they had been fired by close of business.

   Yet, all that would have been palatable compared to the final phone call
I got as I sat at my computer working my side-gig to keep my bills paid for
the month.

   "I regret to inform you, that your brother; Staff Sergeant Bruce
Wallace, was found deceased this morning in Hanover Park.  Because you are
listed as his next of kin...blah, blah, blah"

   I found myself looking at an empty refrigerator.  My body working on the
auto pilot of trying to produce my morning coffee, to jumpstart my brain.
The plastic jug that held my grounds was practically empty.  Only filled
with a half teaspoon.  Not enough to make a cup of instamatic sludge, much
less a pot of good brew to get the day started.  Walking to the pantry, I
looked in my Hot Cocoa can.  Also, empty.  Rhonda emptied it before she
went to suck some other motha'fucka's dick (the thirsty bitch).  With no
other alternative, I grabbed the last hot tea bag I had, and hoped it would
be enough.  I put a pot of water on the stove before I sat at my computer.

   Logging in, I first checked my email account to see if I had any hits on
my resumes.  Not so surprisingly, other than spam mail, nothing so far.  My
next search was to the unemployment site.  I would have been more shocked
if it came back "approved." Yet, like yesterday, the screen only blazed the
word; "Pending." Running my hand over my hair, I was about ready to scream,
when the shrill tone of my phone stabbed through the fog of my sleep addled
brain.  Striding to my bedroom I picked up my phone and froze.  My heart
skipping several beats.  The caller ID on the screen reading; "Bruce BB." I
dropped the machine as I couldn't comprehend how I was getting a call from
my dead big brother.  I was just at his funeral last week.  The sounds of
the 11-gun salute still ringing in my ears.  Upon hitting the floor, my
phone went silent.  I shook my head as the bang it made cut through the
memory.  Picking it up, I slapped my head.  The damn screen was cracked all
the way across.

   "Smooth Franklin.  Real smooth.  Another stupid thing to have to fix."

   I had just put the phone in the pocket of my pajama pants when the
altered ring and vibration startled me.  Again, the ID came up "Bruce."
Immediately, a host of tv shows popped in my head, where people had been
contacted from the other side in various ways.  I wondered if I answered
it, would the ghostly sound of my beloved dead brother's voice come through
to tell me "he was okay" or "I miss you bro?" On the last ring, I punched
the answer key.  Awaiting what would happen next.

   A string of unintelligible Spanish rushed over the line.  I had to hold
the phone away from my ear it was so loud.  "Hello?!  Helllllloooo?!" I
shouted.

   "Franky?!  Franky?!!" Came the distraught voice.  "Are you there
Franky?!!"

   Though it took my sleep addled, caffeine deprived mind a second, my
brain kicked into gear hearing the feminine sound of panic.  Now it made
sense.  I forgot all about my brother's wife, Dominique.

   "Yeah...I'm here.  Where's the fire?!"

   "AI DOS MIO!!  NO FIRE!!  HELP ME POR FAVOR!!

   "What's going on?!"

   "There's water everywhere!!"

   "OK...don't panic, I'll be right over!!"

   Punching the end call button, I frantically dressed in the t-shirt and
jeans I had on the night before.  Last stop was to my hall closet to grab
my bag of tools, my car keys off the hook in the living room, and out the
door.  As I drove to my brother's old house, my mind raced back 6 years ago
to when I first met Dominique.

   I was in the Navy, stationed on the USS Cape St.  George out of San
Diego.  We were just pulling in from our 6-month Westpac.  The pier was
overflowing with family, friends and loved ones for the returning sailors.
I wasn't expecting anyone to show up.  The last I heard; Bruce was still
stationed at Port Hueneme.  Mom and Dad still lived in Virginia, and my
last girlfriend transferred to Norfolk a full year ago.  Walking off the
prow, a sea bag of dirty clothes over my shoulder, I heard my name being
shouted above the din of the collective throng.  From out of nowhere, Bruce
wrapped me in the biggest bear hug ever!  His strong squeeze curving the 3
rows of ribbons on my summer white uniform.

   "Bruce!" I said in utter surprise.  "What are you doing here?!"

   "Came to see you come in Big guy!  Annnnnnndddd..."

   Pointing his hand in the direction of a huge sign with my name on it,
the sign dropped to show one of the most beautiful (and exotic) faces I had
ever seen.  An angelic, oval face framed by the longest, curliest, most
luxurious, past shoulder length mane of black hair I had ever seen.  Her
big, round, brown eyes just drew you in.  Her impish smile reminded you of
unicorns and Menudo posters.  All stacked atop a frame that couldn't have
been taller than 5,4"-5,6" in heels.  If I didn't know my brother any
better, I would say he should be arrested for trolling the local high
schools!

   "This...is my new wife.  Dominique."

   My mouth dropped open (what else did you expect me to do).  Not only had
my beloved big brother come to claim me from my ship and my lonely
existence.  But he was showing off his NEW, YOUNG, SMOKING HOT WIFE to
boot!

   "Hi." I said extending my hand.

   She smiled nervously as her hand touched mine.  A slight bolt of
electricity shocking us as we touched.  "Hola.  It's nice to meet you
Franklin." Her English was clipped.  Doused in a heavy Spanish accent.

   "What you got in there bro?"

   "Nothing much...just some laundry.  You know how it is."

   "LAUNDRY?!!  You mean to tell me you don't have any connections with the
SK's (Storekeepers) onboard that you know can wash that stuff, so you can
go out and PARTY on the first night home?!  What kind of a 2nd class sailor
are you?!"

   "The kind that hates others looking at his skivvies."

   "What's your schedule like anyway?"

   "You know...we just pulled in.  All the computers are off.  Skeleton
crew for the next week.  If you don't have to be here for duty...you don't
have to be here.  Just call in before 6 for muster."

   "That settles it.  Come on...you're coming home with us and you're not
going to be moping around this tired old ship for your time off.  We're
going to PARTY!!"

   That night, Bruce drove me to his housing in Port Hueneme.  All night
long, he introduced me to his Marine and Sailor friends from the base. 
Showing me off like a brand-new car.  I met so many new sailors and their
wives that I really got along with.  However, you don't spend time with a
Marine and NOT get to drink.  The alcohol flowed as we ate some of the
spiciest, most delicious BBQ that I had tasted in years.  Before I knew it,
my weakness for alcohol began to show.  The months spent at sea diminishing
my body's ability to filter out the spirits.  When I awoke, the sun was
beaming through the windows in his living room.  Someone had placed a sheet
over my comatose body where I had passed out from the night before.  As I
moved my aching body (and most especially my head), I heard tiny feet walk
across the carpet in my direction.  Dominique padded over to me as I rested
my back against their couch.

   "Here." She whispered.  Her thick Spanish accent ringing through.  In
one hand she placed a couple pills that looked like aspirin.  In the other,
a steaming cup of black coffee.  "Thank you." Was all I could muster. 
Slamming the pills home, I followed that with the coffee.  My face
scrunching up from the lack of cream and sugar.

   "THERE HE IS!!  THE MAN!  THE MYTH!  THE LEGEND...FRANKYYYYYYY
WAAAAALLLLLLAAACCCCEEEEE!!" Bruce yelled almost at the top of his lungs. 
"I GOTTA HAND IT TO YOU NAVY BOYS!!  I HAVE NEVER SEEN A MAN SLEEP SO
SOUNDLY ON A HARD FLOOR BEFORE!!  AND THE WAY YOU STARTED STRIPPING IN
FRONT OF THE LADIES LAST NIGHT!!  EPIC!!  YOUR PANTS SHOULD HAVE ABOUT $200
EXTRA DOLLARS IN THEM LIL BRO!!  So...HOW YA' FEELING THIS MORNING?!!"

   As if to answer his question, I arose from the floor like a speed demon,
almost knocking poor Dominique over on my way to the bathroom in the
hallway.  Everything I had eaten last night and for the past 6 months came
spewing out as an offering to my brother's porcelain God.  As I hurled, all
I could hear was my big brother's bellicose laughter.

   Pulling up to the house, I hopped out of my car and raced to the front
door.  Dominique answered looking a hot, wet mess.  Dressed in only a knee
length nighty, Dominique was wet all the way from her head to her nicely
manicured toes.

   I was immediately ravaged with a string of rapid-fire Spanish.  It's too
bad I flunked Spanish in middle school (twice).  I couldn't understand a
word she was saying.  Sensing my confusion, Dominique grabbed my wrist and
hauled me into the house.  When I saw the kitchen, I understood instantly.
The faucet was running, a steady fountain spraying into the air and all
over the floor.  The linoleum was covered by at least a ¼ inch of water
that was pooling as I stood watching.

   Springing into action, I got on my knees in the puddle and opened the
cabinet.  Throwing household cleaners this way and that, I finally got to
the water controls and shut off the spout.  Sensing her at my side, I stood
up and looked at my sister-in-law.  Just like the first day I met her, she
stood short as a fire hydrant.  Her hair was wet to the shoulder, steadily
dripping into the pool.  Her big doe like eyes were red and tired looking.
The water having soaked her face, making her look as if she had been crying
(in the circumstances, had she).  The most glaring thing about her though,
was her night gown, that was soaked all the way through the thin material.
Clinging to her flawless chestnut colored skin.  Unfortunately, she wore
nothing else underneath her covering.  Save for the pink panties that
covered her mound.  Her nipples, stiff and threatening to poke holes in the
front of her gown.

   "Oh, thank you for coming Franky.  I wouldn't know what to do without
you." She said.

   "Not a problem.  I wasn't doing anything anyway."

   "God, what a mess.  I'll be cleaning this up all day."

   "Not if I help you with it.  Remember, I was in the Navy.  I did this
kind of stuff for a living.  You got a bucket and mop?"

   "Yeah." She replied.  "They're right over here in the pantry."

   Striding over to the closet, I got to see Dominique's "assets" for the
first time.  I had seen many Latinas during my time in the service and none
of them had the round, shapely ass that my sister-in-law possessed.  I felt
a tingle in my crotch.  My little head awakening as my eyes took in the
pink panty clad beauty.  Dominique walked back over to me and handed me the
cleaning implements I asked for.  Yet, against my conscious wishes, my eyes
betrayed me.  Dominique caught me looking at the nipples straining against
the material of her gown.  Feeling ashamed, I averted my gaze and tried not
to blush.

   "Uhhhh...I'm sorry.  I didn't mean..."

   "It's ok Franky.  I forgot to put anything on before I called you.  Give
me a minute to change."

   Dominique strode to the back of her house.  Her feet making nary a
sound.

   "Fuck Franky, that was really stupid." I reprimanded myself.  "She's
Bruce's wife!  Stupid, stupid, stupid, stupid..." Not thinking about it, I
began to slap my head repeatedly.

   "What the hell are you doing Franky?"

   I didn't hear Dominique come up behind me even though she had covered
her feet in sandals.  To match the knee high, denim jeans and the deep red
shirt she wore with the words, "I am a Marine wife...SEMPER FIDELIS."

   "Nothing Dominique.  Just thinking about..."

   "Ah!  Don't even go there.  It happened, you're a man, it's ok.  Let's
just move on." Dominique said.  A slight smile on her lips.

   The cleanup process went by quickly.  Between Dominique and I (and years
of experience I gained in the Navy); we got the kitchen cleaned in a jiffy.
The long part came when I tried to take apart the faucet to ascertain what
went wrong.  My experience in the Navy had trained me to be a computer
analyst.  Able to take them apart, put them back together and troubleshoot
them more or less with my eyes closed.  I was not however trained to turn a
wrench.  Don't get me wrong, I have turned a screw or two in my life.  But
I was not some mechanical genius.  After about 20 minutes, I figured out
that the washer and bearing in the sink had been ruptured and needed
replacing.

   "Okay Dominique.  I found the problem.  There are just a couple things
that need replacing.  I can pick them up from the hardware store if you
like."

   "Thanks, wait just a second." She disappeared, giving me another glance
at her toned legs and her luscious behind.  She ran back a few moments
later and shoved a $50 in my hand.  "Would you mind fixing it for me?  I
don't want to wait on a repair guy."

   "Sure.  No sweat." My dick tingled again.  Looking into her big brown
eyes, her flawless, youthful skin, and the touch of her feather light
fingers in mine...I was close to saying something inappropriate.

   I felt ten times better after I climbed in my car and got on the road to
the hardware store.  The close proximity to my sister-in-law was making my
sex starved body crave the touch of a woman.  Going in the store, was like
handing me a sheet of hieroglyphics and asking for a translation.  I had no
idea where to start.  It took about 8 minutes of my walking up and down the
BATHROOM aisle before a kind worker named Darcy, took pity on me.  In about
the time it takes to make a 3-minute egg, I had the parts and additional
accoutrements necessary to fix the faucet.

   When I returned, Dominique greeted me with the biggest smile.  As I
worked on the faucet (only barely having a clue as to what I was doing),
Dominique made it a habit of every now and then looking over my shoulder to
check on the progress.  Because of her stature, she might have had no idea
how she was effecting me.  Her soft, round breast would push into my back.
The contact making my dick begin to throb.  Several times, I had to lean
myself into the counter-top just to hide my arousal.

   "Almost done Franky?"

   "It might take another couple minutes." I responded.  Just then a body
racking yawn escaped my mouth.  "Phew.  Sorry."

   "Oh my god!  Are you still sleepy?  I didn't wake you this morning did
I?"

   "No.  I was awake." I said as I turned the screw.  "I just missed my
coffee.  I ran out.  I had some tea ready, but then you called."

   "I'm so sorry!  Why didn't you say something silly man?"

   As I continued working, Dominique set about making a fresh pot of
coffee. The strong aroma spurred me on.  Focusing me to the task of
finishing the faucet.  By the time it was ready, I turned around and my
sister-in-law was holding a steaming, fresh cup in her hands.

   "Here you go." Taking the mug, I sipped lovingly at the hot liquid.  "Is
it any good?"

   I didn't realize I had closed my eyes as I savored the strong coffee. 
"It's perfect.  Just like I would have made it."

   Dominique smiled from ear to ear.  "Good.  I remembered you like cream
and sugar from the first time.  You know your brother..."

   She stopped.  Her face fell as the memory of our lost love ran through
her mind.  "I'm glad you like it." Turning, Dominique walked slowly to the
living room.  Flopping down on the couch.  I could hear the tears begin to
form in her eyes.  Sitting next to my sister-in-law, I wrapped an arm
around her shoulders.  When I did, the flood gates opened, and the sorrow
began to flow.

   "I miss him so much!" She screamed.  Feeling helpless, I hugged her
tighter to my chest.  The tears fell against me.  Eventually breaking my
own dam of resistance.  Within moments, we both sat on the couch crying. 
Two people lamenting the loss they felt.

   "I'm sure he loved you Dominique.  I don't know why he died like he did.
I'm sure he's in a better place."

   Dominique howled.  Her tears coming harder.  "NO, HE'S NOT!!  HE KILLED
HIMSELF FRANKY!!  YOU CAN'T GO TO HEAVEN IF YOU KILL YOURSELF!!  IF HE
LOVED ME SO MUCH HE WOULDN'T HAVE KILLED HIMSELF!!"

   My jaw dropped open.  In all the talks I had with his former friends and
coworkers at the funeral, no one told me Bruce killed himself.  What the
hell?!  How?!  What was my big brother going through that he would do such
an awful thing?!  Pulling Dominique away from me I looked her in the eyes.

   "What?!  What the hell Dominique?!  Why would he kill himself?  What do
you know?!"

   Dominique stared at me silently for several minutes.  The tears slowly
backing off.  Wiping her face, she said: "you didn't know?  Your brother
had been taking meds for several years.  Once he left the Corps, he was
being treated at the VA for something called...PSTD...no that's not it. 
PSAF, PSDS...OH God...what was it..."

   "PTSD?" I answered.

   "Yes...that's it.  He has a whole box full of pills that they gave him."

   "But...why didn't he say anything?  He never told me anything."

   "You know your brother.  He was a big strong man.  He was a Marine. 
It's not like they go around talking about what bothers them.  Oh
Franky...you should have seen him.  He was a mess for a while before he
went and got help.  There were days, he would just look off into space.  Or
days that my touching him would just make him flip out.  The worst was at
night.  He would have nightmares that eventually forced me to leave our
bed. He would talk in his sleep.  Screaming, shouting and throwing fists
like he was fighting a gang of men or something.  Some nights he would be
hot like an oven...others, he was cold as ice.  Either way, he would sweat
like he just ran a marathon or something.  He was a mess after his three
tours in Iraq."

   I sat with my sister-in-law.  Confusion written all over my soul.  Bruce
had always seemed to have everything together.  To me, a God amongst men.
Never a care in the world.  A man without fear.  Now, I hear that he was
the most troubled in the room.  And I could do nothing to help him.

   "My God Dominique.  I had no idea.  I'm so sorry."

   Grabbing my arm, my lithe sister-in-law threw my arm around her
shoulders.  Nestling her head against my chest and slumping into my arms.
We held each other for a moment.  No more words between us.  Yet again, my
body betrayed me.  Its deprivation of female contact, crying out for
attention.  As she took in my strength, I took in her scent.  Dominique
smelled lovely.  A mixture of mangos and coconuts.  A spicy aroma that
could only remind one of Tijuana.  Her body heat, soft and inviting.  My
cock began to rise against my will.  I had to get away before I really made
an ass of myself.

   "Well...here's the rest of the money you gave me." I said as I stood. 
"I have to get back to work anyway."

   "No." She said, holding back a sniffle.  "You keep it.  Just do me a
favor...come see me again.  OK?"

   "You got it.  Uhhhh...I'll talk to you later.  And thanks."

   I left Dominique in my wake.  My heart and head full of conflict.  How
in the world could my mind and body want to betray my brother's memory by
trying to bang his wife?  And what kind of animal takes advantage of a
woman in mourning?  Christ...I must really have issues.  Almost as much as
my brother.  Just then, my stomach grumbled.  Having had no fuel put into
it since last night.  I pulled over at the next fast food joint.  Without
even thinking of it, I ordered a double bacon cheeseburger, fries and a
strawberry shake.  Bruce's favorite no matter where we went.  I must
SERIOUSLY need to see a shrink.

   Getting home, I remained on the computer till well into the night.  My
side hustle was working as a computer troubleshooter for a programming
company.  Even at this late date, many people weren't more computer
literate than turning the thing on and looking online for crap to buy.  Our
clientele consists mostly of older people I have to walk through normal
programs like calendars, file retrieval, pictures, setting up printers and
copy machines, and debugging systems that have gotten infected.  The only
good thing about this job is that you work from home, make your own hours,
and most issues can be handled within 30 minutes.  The downside is that the
pay is only $7.50 an hour and you don't get paid but twice a month.  Which
for me sucks.  My next payday wouldn't be for another 4 days.

   Even though I had had a long day according to my clock (it showed 11:55
PM), I was still wide awake.  Worse still, I was horny as hell.  The
proximity I had with Dominique earlier in the day had been racing through
my head endlessly.  Scrolling through my favorite porn site, after what
seemed like forever (which in reality took only about 20 minutes), I found
the woman I was searching for.  Jocasta Cheyenne was a short, honey
skinned, Cuban/Black mixed porn star that I saw long ago in a throw away
"training video" from my Navy days.

   According to the information about her, she was only in the business for
about 3 years, married some small-time real estate investor, and got out.
In total, she only made about 70 videos.  But her stunning beauty, exotic
features, and acting chops made her a fan favorite that reached the top 100
during her time.  While they were no doubt separate women, the resemblance
between Jocasta and Dominique was strikingly similar.  Pulling out an old
shirt and a dollop of lotion, I stroked my dick to scene after scene of
Jocasta taking penis in every position and every hole.  Before I knew it,
she had a cheerleading outfit on, taking a King-sized dick from behind.  My
cock erupted like a volcano.  Spewing my man goo past my t-shirt and
splattering on the headboard.  My body shook from the sheer release of
sexual tension.  Once they stopped, I cleaned up my mess.  Took a quick
shower and climbed in bed.  Tearful eyes sending me to sleep.  As I felt
such guilt from marking Jocasta as a favorite porn star.  A pale
substitute, for my sister-in-law.

   The next morning was like Ground Hog's day.  I awoke to the sound of
birds chirping loudly in the trees outside.  My cock already up and
throbbing.  And my dumb ass not having gotten coffee on the way home. 
Loading up my laptop again and logging in to check on my progress with work
and unemployment.  The word "Processing" was the only good news I had so
far.  Just as I was about to log into my side gig, the warbling ring of my
broken cell phone caught my attention.  Ground Hog's day for sure, as my
brother's id came up again.

   "Hola!" came the sweet Spanish accent.  "Can you come over again?  I
really need your help with something."

   "On my way."

   Surprisingly, the drive to my brother's house was almost devoid of any
real traffic.  By the time I got there, most of the school zones were just
then beginning to activate.  The little ones and their larger siblings
hurrying to learn the lesson for the day.  I knocked on the door and
waited. A couple heartbeats later, I was almost knocked out.  Dominique
stood tall and proud in an oversized, cut off red sweater.  The neck having
been cut out to stretch the opening and allow for the material to sag off
of her shoulder.  Capped off with a pair of form fitting black yoga pants.
Dear God...this woman was gorgeous.

   "Hey!  Thanks for coming over." She said moving aside so I could walk
in. As I passed, I took in the intoxicating scent of her body wash and
shampoo.  Whatever it was, the combination was enchanting.

   "What's going on D?" I asked.  Not realizing I was speaking so
familiarly.

   "Oh...I couldn't sleep.  I was wondering if you could help me go through
some of Bruce's things.  I'm not ready to throw them out yet.  But having
all his stuff around just makes me miss him even more.  I hope you don't
mind."

   How could I say no?  As much as I missed my brother, going through some
of his stuff might also help me to get over his loss.  Looking around the
living room, I noticed a host of boxes and bags filled with his stuff. 
Only the bare minimal remained.  A shadow box of his uniform and medals, a
couple citations and awards in frames on the wall.  But none of the
pictures that they had taken.  Just the one from their wedding.

   Following her into the kitchen, she grabbed a small box and whirled
around so fast, I almost ran into her.  "Here.  You and he drank more
coffee than I ever would.  Do you want them?"

   The box was filled with coffee mugs that Bruce had collected over his
time in the Corps, including every one of his rank increases and a couple
from various vacations the two had gone on.  "Thanks." I said.  Stunned at
the sheer amount he had collected.

   "I also made a fresh pot of coffee if you hadn't had any yet.  See I
remember.  These rooms are already done.  I need more help back here."

   Quickly filling a mug, I followed behind my sister-in-law as she led me
to the back rooms.  I quickly averted my eyes as they ventured a quick gaze
at the sexy sway of her hips and ass.  What in the FUCK was wrong with me?

   The first room was a study of sorts.  In one corner was a desk and
chair, with a computer.  The screen saver a picture of the Iwo Jima
memorial statue.  Ah Bruce.  The quintessential Marine.  Against another
wall sat a large bookshelf filled with innumerable tomes with pages of
knowledge.  Like most other things in the home, it was a tribute to the
life in and of the Marine Corps.

   "I am not so sure what I can do with all these books.  I mean, where can
I take them all?" Dominique lamented.

   "Well, I'm sure the public library would be happy to take a majority off
your hands.  If not, you can always contact the base.  I'm almost certain
the library there would be thrilled to take them off your hands." We worked
for almost a half hour scrolling through the mass of pages.  And while most
of the books were about the Corps.  Many books contained other memories. 
Including my brother's old yearbooks from High School and college.

   "Hey...here's his Junior year yearbook!" I shouted.  "Wait, wait, wait
there's a picture in here you have to see of Bruce and his best friend at
the time..."

   "No." Dominique stated flatly.  "I've probably seen it already a hundred
times.  Tell you what...why don't you keep it."

   I looked at her perplexed.  No words able to come to my mouth.  "That
should do it." She replied calmly.  "Let's go in the bedroom.  I know
there's a lot of stuff in there."

   Saying nothing, I marched with her into their abode.  A sanctuary I
never would have dreamed of entering before today.  It was done nicely. 
What caught my eye the most were the framed pictures of Buffalo Soldiers
and Latina women in traditional dress.  Pictures that reminded one of the
old West.  Brave men with pistols in their hands riding atop muscular
steeds, women gathering water, serving food, or working in the field.  A
homey feel to the room that bespoke peace and tranquility.

   "Hey...open some of those bags will you?" Dominique said while opening
the drawers in the dressers.  Grabbing the box of trash bags off the bed, I
opened one of the enormous bags and stood ready.  For what I had no idea.

   "I'm going to hand you some of his stuff.  Just throw it in the bags ok.
If you see anything you want, just put it off to the side.  OK?"

   Before my mouth opened to protest, Dominique began to pass me two
handfuls of t-shirts, one right after the other.  She was handling them so
fast I couldn't tell if she was mad or just in a hell of a hurry.  I barely
kept up.  Lord knows, I could've used her speed on a few "working parties"
when I was in the Nav.  In minutes, we had filled 5 bags with t-shirts,
skivvies, polo shirts, and just wacky shirts that Bruce had collected over
the years.  When she stopped for a breather, Dominique stretched.  Moving
her arms and legs as if she hadn't used those muscles in a while.

   "Phew!  I need a shower." She said giggling like a schoolgirl.

   "Yeah, I could probably use one myself." I replied.  Knowing I had just
showered the night before.  The image of my shameful actions before snuck
into my head for a hot second.  "Well, if that's all you needed; I'm just
going to go..."

   "NONSENSE." Dominique said.  "I have three bathrooms.  Just take a
shower here."

   "D, I don't have any..."

   "We just spent the last hour packing away clothes I don't need.  I'll
get you something to wear silly man!"

   "But D..." I protested.

   Dominique would have none of it.  With a playful smile on her lips, my
sister-in-law pushed me in the back leading me to the guest bathroom in the
hallway.  "Go ahead and strip.  I'll get you some stuff to wash with and
some clothes to put on." With that, Dominique slammed the door.  Leaving me
to the empty space of my feelings and confused mind.

   As I stripped, I took in the heady scent of my own aroma.  While I had
showered last night, the workout I was undertaking helping my sister-in-law
was working against my deodorant.  Worse still, my dick was not helping the
situation.  The glimpses of my sister-in-law's exquisite body was putting
way too much wind in my sail.  When I pulled my pants and boxers down, it
comically bobbed up and down at me.  A dark brown, ridged door stop that
was too nosy for his own good.

   "You are no help at all." I told the stiff part of me that was just
BEGGING to invade my poor little, bereaved relative.

   "What was that?" Came the voice from behind me.  Without knocking,
Dominique had snuck her arm into the bathroom to lay a towel and rag on the
counter.

   "Nothing D.  Thanks." I shouted through the door.  Not wanting to make
things any worse, I stepped into the shower and turned the water on.  "You
are going to get me into SO much trouble." I remarked as the water hit me.
I had deliberately turned the water to a setting that was just under
"lukewarm." In the desperate hope that the chill would at the very least
shrink my engorged issue.  As the spray hit my eyes, I only then realized
that the only soap available was a set of butterfly shaped soap bars that
were no doubt there more for decoration than actual use.

   "Hey D?!  I forgot the soap, could you..."

   "No need to yell.  I'm right out here.  I forgot to put some in there.
Can you feel my hand?"

   I froze.  I honestly couldn't remember if the curtain was see-through or
not.  But one way or another, I'm certain Dominique got an eyeful. 
Reaching around, I bumped into her hand.  The bottle dropping to the tub
below.  Quickly, I wiped the water from my eyes so I could see where it had
gone too.  Just then I heard the door close shut.  My mind raced as I
picked up the bottle of soap.  Did Dominique just try to catch a peek at me
on the sly?  Looking at the bottle, I noted it was a bottle of "Hickory
Glory." The only soap Bruce ever used.  Not only because it smelled great
with its deep, musky scent.  But it was also rather expensive as it was the
same stuff our grandfather wore and wasn't as mass produced anymore.

   I washed quickly.  The temp just enough to have the desired effect of
deescalating the uprising I had in my southern region.  Getting out of the
shower, I checked the countertop and found a pair of sweatpants and
t-shirt. Both in the colors of the Marines.  As well as a pair of "tighty
whities." Underwear I hadn't worn since boot camp.  I came out of the
bathroom.  The steam proceeding me into the hallway.

   Walking back to the room, I caught sight of Dominique pulling up her
shorts.  My eyes just catching the sight of her glorious ass cheeks swathed
in a black thong.  Good Lord...my timing was NOT the greatest in the world.
Unless I was trying to pay her back for the peek she might have gotten
earlier.

   "AHEM." I said, clearing the imaginary phlegm from my throat.  "I'm
done. Where do you want me to put these dirty things?"

   Dominique turned without so much as a hint of surprise.  "Oh, just throw
them on the floor.  I'll wash them later.  OH MY!  You look...wait a
second."

   Running into her walk-in closet, she returned a second later holding a
very large jacket.  Just from the make and cut of it, I could tell it was a
"cruise" jacket.  No doubt one that Bruce obtained from his ventures around
the world while in the service.

   "There.  That's perfect!  You look great!" She beamed as she wrapped the
coat on my back.  "You should keep it."

   "D...I can't keep this."

   "No...I know your Navy and he was a Marine.  But still..."

   "It's too big...it swallows me."

   "You'll grow into it..."

   "D..."

   "You look so much like..."

   "I can't TAKE THIS!!"

   "Yes, you can...if you only take in the ..."

   "DAMMIT DOMINIQUE!!  I'M NOT BRUCE!!"

   "PLEASE TAKE IT HOME!!  TAKE ALL THIS STUFF WITH YOU!!  I CAN'T KEEP
LOOKING AT IT!!  IT'S TEARING ME APART!!  DON'T YOU SEE THAT!!

   The tears fell like a waterfall.  Dominique slammed her head into my
stomach and let loose the anguish she kept inside.  Within seconds, Bruce's
shirt was soaked with the tortured tears of his widow's soul. 
Instinctively, I wrapped my arms around her.  Holding her tight to me.  It
never occurred to me the pain she must have felt being alone in a house 3
sizes too big, full of memories of the person they loved.

   "I'm sorry D.  I didn't mean to yell at you.  I can only imagine what
you have gone through seeing me and remembering him."

   "I know you're not Bruce; Franklin.  But you're all I have left in this
world." She cried.

   "But...what about all those people at the funeral?  I know some of them
call you; don't they?"

   "They did.  But most all of them were Bruce's friends.  I only knew a
couple of them really at all.  And they have all gone on with their own
lives.  The men are back at work.  And their wives are taking care of their
families.  You know...Bruce always wanted children.  He just wanted to wait
until after he was done with the Army..."

   "You mean the Marines?" I corrected.

   "You know what I meant.  But once he was done...he wasn't the same. 
Then he started to go bad.  Well...you know the rest."

   I wanted to cry.  All the hopes and dreams my brother and his wife
shared, gone in the blink of an eye.  The victims of the job of protecting
a country.  "But, what about your family?" I countered.  Just then, my body
betrayed me yet again.  This time, just North of my dick, as my stomach
rumbled like a category 6 earthquake.

   Dominique stood back holding me at arms-length.  "What was that?  Was
that your stomach?  Did you come over here hungry again?"

   "Well...yeah.  But what about..."

   "AI DOS MIO!!" Dominique said.  "You SILLY MAN...Get in the dining
room."

   "But I..."

   Again, my protests (and questions) went unanswered as my diminutive
relative put her tiny hands in my back and pushed me toward the kitchen.  I
watched in awed silence, as Dominique flew like a whirling dervish. 
Cooking at a break-neck pace.  Moments later, she was again pushing me into
a chair at the dining room table.  Coming back, her hands were full of two
plates of sweet-smelling food.  My eyes must have surely bugged out of my
head when she set it in front of me.  It was piled high with scrambled
eggs, black beans, Mexican rice, cheese, fresh cut fruit and 4 links of
Chorizo sausage.  Accompanied by a tall glass of frothy OJ.

   "Go ahead.  Dig in." She said.

   "Dominique; I..."

   "Eat silly man!" She insisted.  "I will eat mine." An ear to ear smile
on her face.

   I tentatively began to eat.  Savoring the delicious, smoky, peppered
taste of the food.  My appetite took over.  My face was buried in the best
meal I had eaten in a while.  When I looked up, my sister-in-law was
stationary.  Her face in the palm of her little hand.  Her sparkling eyes
watching me stuff my face.  The smile replaced by a grin of satisfaction.

   "Oh God...don't look at me eat like a hog.  It's embarrassing." I said,
barely holding back a mouth full of food.

   Dominique chuckled sweetly.  "I'm sorry.  I just love watching a grown
man eat.  It makes me feel like a woman.  Almost complete."

   "OK...fine.  As long as you eat too.  I hate eating alone."

   "Speaking of," Dominique said as she spread her napkin in her lap.  "Why
do you always come here hungry?  No woman should have her man walking
around on an empty stomach.  Where is your woman?"

   I swallowed a mouthful of food on that one.  "I'd rather not talk about
that if it's ok with you."

   "Why?  You two having trouble?  I can't remember her name.  What was it?
Rhonna, Ramada, Ronshieka..."

   "Rhonda." I sighed.  Slamming home another forkful of food.

   "Yeah...Rhonda.  I never liked her for you.  What happened to her?"

   I gripped the fork hard enough to blanche my knuckles.  This was not a
subject I really wanted to touch.  I had wasted 4 years of my life and the
last 2 of my Naval career in making her happy.  Only for her to turn on me
with some other dude's dick in her mouth...or anywhere else.

   "She's gone.  I found she was not worth the trouble.  She's somebody
else's problem now."

   "She was too...what do you call it?  Sneaky.  Yeah, that's it.  She was
sneaky.  A bigger whore than me." Tears began to form at the corners of her
eyes.  Dominique shot out of her chair and walked to the back porch. 
Looking at her dissolved some of my ire.  I wasn't sure exactly what I had
done to irritate her so much.  Or maybe it wasn't me.  But whatever it was,
had made a serious mark on an already fragile woman.  Wait a minute...

   I strode to the back porch where Dominique sat with her feet pulled up
in the chair.  Her tears were silent, but they fell none the less.

   "D...what did you mean by a bigger whore than you?"

   Through tear stained eyes, my sister-in-law looked at me in the face. 
"Franky...was she cheating on you?"

   "Yeah, but you didn't answer..."

   Dominique pushed past me back into the house.  My patience was wearing
thin at this point.  As much as I loved my sister-in-law for the love of my
brother, I was coming up with more questions than answers.  And the
frustration was getting to the point where I might not be able to control
it.

   She returned a few moments later.  Her face that of abject pain. 
"Here." She said.  Shoving something in my palm.  Turning it over, I found
she had handed me Bruce's cell phone.  Touching the screen, I was greeted
with a picture of my brother and his wife on their wedding day.

   "Password is Grunt2000."

   Putting in the password, the next screen was his phone's text messages.
The thread read " PFC Toote."

   "OK...I'm sure he has plenty of phone numbers for his..."

   "Look at the phone number Franky."

   "662-755...Oh God."

   I didn't need to finish the number.  I knew it by heart.  I had paid the
bill for it and called it so many times, it wasn't necessary.  But my mind
just couldn't grasp the truth.

   "D...maybe they..."

   "Just scroll up Franky."

   I shouldn't have.  My very soul told me not too.  My heart told me not
too.  Everything in my life told me not to scroll any further.  The line
from an old movie ran like a bullet through my brain.  "If you dig up the
past...all you get is dirty." I scrolled anyway.

   While several words in the texts caught my attention, like: "Sexy,"
"Lame," and "Meet;" it was the eventual series of pictures that stopped me
in my tracks.  Slide after slide of my ex-girlfriend sharing nude and
semi-nude shots of her in all kinds of bathrooms I recognized.  From her
work, her parent's house, and even my house; where the disrespectful
trollop was trying to seduce my brother.  With the pussy that was supposed
to be mine.

   "She was a whore.  They both were.  You deserve so much better Franky.
You are a good man."

   "You spoke of being a whore yourself earlier.  What did you mean by
that?" I asked.

   My eyes met hers in space.  The air between us thick with the secrets of
our lives and loves.  "Bruce never told you about me?"

   "Obviously not.  What should Bruce have told me?"

   "Why I have no family.  Why he married me.  Where I come from. 
Franky...I was a whore."

   I could do nothing more than shake my head.  The day was just coming at
me too fast.  Too many things were weighing my heart down.  I was on the
verge of tears.  But not now.  I told myself.  March the last mile. 
Grabbing the chair across from my sister-in-law, I settled in for the
worst.

   "My mother was born in Columbia.  A small little dirt farm outside of
Medellin.  Her parents were poor coca farmers that worked for the cartels.
Selling their crops for pennies just to survive.  When my mother was a
teenager, she thought she had fallen in love with one of the couriers for
the cartel baron.  He would bring her little trinkets, gifts, flowers.  You
know...little stuff to impress her.  Eventually, she started running out
with him.  He would take her shopping.  Give her money for her parents. 
Take her to get clothes.  Go to eat at nice restaurants in the city. 
Things my mother never imagined doing.

   Then one night, she ran away with him to a party in the hills.  A big
mansion that was owned by the baron.  There were all kinds of people there.
Drinking, dancing, having a good time.  For the first time in her life, she
had some of the best alcohol at her fingertips.  Before she knew what was
happening, she passed out.  When she came to, they had taken her to another
farm.  Somewhere she didn't know.  Along with a bunch of other girls.  Over
the next few days, weeks, she couldn't remember, they broke her.  Beatings,
rape, torture, drugs.  They made her into a sex slave.  She worked in
Medellin for a couple years until they grew tired of her.  One day her
people made her take a trip to Mexico with a courier on a drug run.  She
was given to them as a gift.  So, she went to work in Mexico.  Eventually,
a black guy came from America for a connect.  He wanted her, he got her. 
That's why I'm so negra.  The stupid Doctor they took her to for
sterilization fucked up.  He didn't do the job right and she had me.

   My mother worked as hard as she could to protect me from that part of
her life.  She did all kinds of things I can only imagine to protect me. 
But I grew up and one of the guys wanted me.  My mother fought them off for
me.  For God's sake I was still in high school.  The next day, she
disappeared.  I never saw her again.  I had to eat.  So, I ran with a bunch
of street kids for a while.  Until I met one of the guys my mother worked
for.  He told me he knew where she was.  He might have, he might not.  But
I fell into the same trap she did.  I was drugged and raped before I was
set up at a bar in Tijuana.  That's where I met your brother.  At first, he
didn't want to get with me like that.  He was kind.  Just paying for me to
sit and drink with him.  But when he left, I was still expected to work. 
But because I'm so negra, I couldn't pull in a lot of money.  Alejandro, he
was my pimp, beat me half to death for not bringing in my share.  When your
brother came back to see me, I was laid up.  My friend told him where I was
(for a fee).  He came to see me.  He paid the nurse where I was staying to
take care of me with the best drugs available.

   Before I was finished healing, he paid the nurse to contact a 'coyote'
to ferry me across the border.  She gave me a bottle of pills for pain and
told me to head out with her brother who was a guide.  For 2 days, we hid
out in the desert, dodging Alejandro's men looking for us.  I was so hopped
up on drugs I can barely remember anything from that time.  The next thing
I knew, we were across the border and I met up with your brother at a
McDonald's of all places.  He hid me out at his place on base for a couple
of days till he could get me some papers.  I asked him "why would you do
this for a whore?!" He said...he loved me.  And I guess he did...at first.
But when I found out about this...I just didn't know anymore."

   By now, my eyes were tearing over.  This was too much.  I couldn't hold
the pain in anymore.  The man I thought I knew was a fraud.  A myth of my
own imagining.

   "So, how did you find out about this?  HUH?!  You loooove me so much,
why didn't you tell me about Rhonda and Bruce?!!"

   "Because he made me promise not to!!" Dominique cried.  "He promised he
never did anything with her!  He said, they met up only once.  But once he
got there with her...he just couldn't.  Not because of me.  But because of
YOU!!  He loved you MORE than me!  He didn't fuck Rhonda because he was
married!  He didn't fuck Rhonda because he didn't want to crush YOU!!  That
hurt me!!  Don't you understand?!!" New tears ran tracks down her olive
brown face.  The lines of pain visible to my own water-logged eyes to see.

   "I'm going home Dominique.  I can't sit here any longer."

   I left almost at a sprint from Bruce's home.  The only sound I could
hear was a faint..."I'm sorr..." before I cranked the engine of my car and
sped out of there.  My apartment was as cold and silent as a tomb.  A
befitting environment for the way my soul felt.  Taking a moment, I checked
my email and unemployment status.  A small ray of hope sparkled in my eyes
when I received a notification of an impending interview with a local
Community College about their IT program.  But as happy as I was, I was
still troubled.  Tired from the revelations of the day.  Too many secrets.
Too many hurts.  And no heroes to ease my woes.  Even as my head hit the
pillow, sleep was hard to come by.

   The next morning.  Ground Hog's day.  My feet hit the floor and I trod
to my computer.  In all the hub bub of the day before, I still hadn't gone
to the grocery store for coffee.  Logging in, my eyes lit up at the
interview invitation for that afternoon.  I quickly responded an
affirmative and hopped in the shower.  Going through my clothes, I was so
screwed.  I hadn't done laundry in a while and my best suit was wrinkled.
My white shirt was almost a size too small, and my dress shoes had been
languishing under a pair of dirty sneakers for months.  Regardless, if I
got the job, my life would change for the better.

   Dressing my best, I ran out to my car.  The car chime going off alerting
me to more bad news.  Even as I buckled my seat belt, the alarm still rang
through.  I might have been ok with the "check engine" light shining. 
Instead, I got it's nasty cousin.  "Bingo" fuel.  Turning off the car, I
stepped out and screamed.  Letting the universe have my rage and anguish.
Defeated, I walked back into my apartment and called the interview off. 
The woman (a Ms.  Susan) on the other end was very sweet and understanding.
"Family issues" do come up at the worst time.  Thankfully, she told me if
everything went ok, I could come in on Friday morning and interview then,
just call her back.  Thanking her, I hung up and let my head hang. 
Throwing a prayer to the winds.

   My damned phone buzzed, rattling on the table where I laid it.  Sure
enough, the ID came up: "BB." My heart wasn't sure about answering.  After
yesterday, I wasn't so sure about talking to Dominique again.  But my soul
won out.  Thinking of the untenable position she was in.  An orphan with no
one to care for her.  No one to call but me.

   "Hello?" I answered.  The strain obvious in my voice.

   "Hola...I mean...Hi." Came the soft, thin Spanish accent from the other
end.  "Look...I really need a big favor.  And after yesterday...I wouldn't
blame you for not wanting to help a whore..."

   "Stop with the whore stuff." I spat.  The self-deprecation becoming
tiresome to my ears.  "What do you need now?"

   "Uhhhh...I really need to get to the grocery store.  I have run out of
food to eat and would like to pick up a few things.  Can you help me? 
Please?!"

   I let a deep sigh escape my lips.  Torn with my internal debate.

   "I don't have any gas D; if I can't get some soon, we'll be pushing the
car from wherever..."

   "I have money!  I'll fill your tank up for you.  Promise."

   "Fine.  I'll be there soon."

   I was a jumble of nerves as I drove back to the scene of the crime.  My
head and heart in so many places, I didn't even bother changing clothes. 
When I pulled into the driveway, my car's gas chime was buzzing on my last
nerve.  Dominique came out of the house looking stunning.  Save for the
fact she was a widow, Dominique should wear black more often.  Her long
curly hair was pulled up in a ponytail, while she wore a nice crisp white
blouse and a thin, pencil skirt.  Tight enough to show off the amazing bump
she possessed in the rear.  Her eyes covered by a sensible, if daring pair
of jet-black Ray Ban sunglasses.  As pissed off as I may have been, she was
gorgeous.

   "Hi!" She beamed as she got in.  "Thanks so much for doing this for me.
There's a gas station just two blocks up the road.  Think we can make it?"

   "I sure hope so." I remarked.  The gas chime daring us to try.  The ride
to the gas station was done in silence.  My brain sending silent prayers to
the heavens we make it.  Sure enough, just as I pulled up to the pump, the
engine began to whine as the last vapors of the liquid was sucked into the
manifold.  "Shut it off and I'll be right back." Dominique said as she
hopped out.  Instinctively, my eyes turned to look lovingly at her ass. 
Sure enough, I watched in awe as my sister-in-law's strides to the building
gave me an unobstructed view of her lithe body, beautifully toned legs, and
rhythmic behind.

   "What are you doing Franky?" I said to myself as I sat alone.  "Why are
you gaining feelings for a woman that once belonged to your brother, and
before that, belonged to anyone with a dinero?"

   I stood mute against my car.  Deep in my own thoughts as the world went
by without me.  I was so in the clouds I didn't hear Dominique walk beside
me.

   "HEY!  Earth to Franky?!" She said, handing me a large coffee and an
aluminum foil wrapped biscuit.  "You can pump the gas now.  I put $30 in. I
hope that's enough."

   "Thanks." I said as I came back to reality.  I pumped the gas
mindlessly. The sounds of the gas pump gauge's dinging the only sound in my
ears.  The heavy "thump" of the gas handle clicking off broke me from my
reverie.  $29.98 was the total on the pump.  Wow.  Smart woman.  Getting
behind the wheel, I pumped the pedal twice, then turned the key.  My car's
engine came to life with a throaty rumble.  Guzzling the full tank like a
thirsty man that had just crossed the desert.

   "Thank you." I smiled at Dominique.  My spirits lifting watching the gas
hand speed toward full.  "So, where to now Madam?" I asked.

   "To the grocery store." Dominique chimed.  As we hit the road again, she
smiled and asked; "You look nice...what's with the suit?"

   "Oh...I was supposed to have a job interview today.  But I had to
cancel."

   "Not for me did you?!"

   "No...because I didn't have any gas.  But thanks to you...I can go
tomorrow."

   "Uhhh...not to speak badly of you...but you know that suit is a little
wrinkled." Dominique replied through sips of her own coffee.

   "Yeah...I know.  It's my best suit and I guess I have outgrown it a
little."

   "Ok...forget the grocery store.  Let's go to the PX."

   "What?!  Why?!"

   "Because I'm paying for it and I can get what I need there.  I still
have my benefits card.  Quick...turn here!"

   Turning the wheel, I guided the car to a side street and then to the
freeway.  On the ride there, Dominique changed the radio to a Spanish
station.  As the song "Oye Como Va" played, she danced in the passenger
seat like a little girl in a candy store.  Only stopping to sing the
refrain at me as I drove.  I could only smile and laugh at her histrionics.
It made me feel good to be paid attention to by a woman no matter who she
was.

   Pulling up to the PX, I parked the car and got out to walk inside.  As I
walked next to Dominique, she grabbed my arm and walked side-by-side with
me.  As if it was the most natural thing in the world.  She grabbed a cart
and handed it to me.  "Here you go Mr.  Muscles." She said slyly.  "Hope
you're ready for a workout."

   We traveled up and down the aisles in the store.  Picking up all kinds
of groceries and sides like we were on the old shopping game show where
contestants would simply sweep the most expensive groceries into their
carts, while running around to beat the clock.  I noticed the light-hearted
nature that Dominique possessed.  No longer frowning and apprehensive.  But
joyous, happy and free.  A true kid in a candy store.  I could do nothing
but smile.  As in some small way, I was bringing joy to her dismal life. 
By the time we got to the cashier, the cart teetered and swayed from the
amount of goods that we had stacked in it.

   "HOLA!" Dominique beamed to the cashier.

   "Ahhhh...Como Estas?" She replied.  A smile flowing across her face.

   The women spoke in rapid fire Spanish.  Quickly losing me as I fed
groceries to the belt.

   "Es ese tu marido?"

   My ears immediately perked up as she looked at me funny.

   "Si.  El es mi hombre amoroso."

   "Ohhhh...El es hermoso.  Necesita un major traje.  Pero el es bueno."

   "Gracias." Dominique said.  A blush coloring her cheeks as she paid the
charges.  I stood dumbfounded as several people around us looked at me. 
All I could do was shrug my shoulders and shake my head.  I had no idea
what they were talking about.  I just knew she was happy.  Dominique began
speaking to the baggers as they went about gathering the groceries.  Like a
well-trained drill instructor, she instructed them how to divide and bag
the spoils.  I was highly impressed.  She no doubt was married to a Marine.

   As we left, she held onto my arm again.  Playing the role of the married
couple to a T.  After loading my car down with the bags, I was preparing to
get in and drive us back when she stopped me.

   "Oh no...we're not done yet."

   "But you said..."

   "I'm a woman.  We have the right to change our minds." She giggled.

   Grabbing my arm, we reentered the store.  This time going to the
clothing wears section of the building.  Immediately, she guided me to the
suits section.

   "Wait a minute...what are we doing in here?!"

   "Getting you a new suit silly man!  I can't let my "man" go on a job
interview in that."

   "But...I'm not..."

   "Hush!!" Dominique demanded.  Holding up two suits (one blue, one gray),
she kept fussing over the look of them as she held them in front of me. 
Soon enough, a well-dressed woman came up and asked if we needed help.

   "Yes.  My husband needs a new suit for an interview and I can't decide
which one looks better on him."

   "Hmmmm...with his complexion, I think the blue looks better." She
beamed. "If that's what you think, I have a beautiful selection of ties to
go along with it!"

   "Ooooo goody!" Dominique bounced.

   We spent about 45 minutes looking at different suit and tie
combinations. Yet my sister-in-law (ever the woman), couldn't decide which
looked better.  So, I left with FOUR suits , four new shirts and EIGHT
ties, including 3 bottles of cologne before we left.

   Again we hauled our new finds to my by now overloaded car.  I couldn't
help but smile ear to ear.  Mainly because, as much fun as Dominique was
having...I was enjoying her company as well.

   "Oh shoot!" She proclaimed.  Suddenly stopping in her tracks.  "I forgot
something.  I gotta go back real quick."

   "What did you forget?  Just let me drop these off in the car and we can
go together."

   "No, that's alright." She replied with a new blush coursing through her
cheeks.  "It's kind of a private...WOMAN'S thing.  That time of the month."

   "Oh..uhh...no problem.  I'll just wait here."

   "OK." With that, Dominique turned and headed back in the direction of
the stores.  Leaving me to await in the car.  I engaged the ignition to
power and sat patiently.  Turning the station back to my regular jazz
station (a perfect thing for when my anger boils over when I am stuck in
traffic).  The song "Love is a Losing Game" began playing.  Taking me back
to my time spent with Darlene, a round little thing that was my girlfriend
in high school.  Calling myself trying to be romantic, I nabbed a few of my
old man's tapes when I went over to her house to do the deed.

   Scared and nervous as hell, we listened to my dad's tapes while we
fumbled over the line of virginity.  The sex itself was almost forgettable,
neither of us having too much experience even alone, of what we were doing.
But the song played as I would hit her on the downstroke.  Becoming a
fixture in my head.

   "You have a great voice." Dominique said as she bounded into the car. 
Flipping her bags in the back seat.  I almost jumped out of my skin when
her voice broke through the memory.

   " I didn't know you could hum so well."

   "Christ you scared me!" I said.  Grabbing my chest trying not to have my
heart burst through my ribcage.  "When I get some money, I'm going to have
to place a bell around your neck or something!"

   Dominique scrunched her eyebrows and looked at me funny.  "Que?"

   "Never mind." I sighed.

   "Silly man." Dominique cracked as she gave my shoulder a light slap. 
"You're funny."

   Guiding the car back to the freeway, we talked about nothing in general,
until I began to think; "Hey...where are we going anyway?"

   "Oh...to your house.  I thought we could drop your stuff off."

   "OK.  Cool.  Thanks for the new suits by the way."

   "Not a problem.  I know you'll get the job."

   The rest of the ride was held almost in silence as we listened to the
music play on the radio.  Turns out my decision was perfect as we hit a few
slight patches of traffic.  As we inched forward, the song "Love of a
Lifetime" by the Tony Montgomery group ft.  Lizette Achiveda began to play.
Dominique hummed along.  Her eyes closed, lost in the melody.

   Grasping the shifter, the feel of her hand on mine sent shockwaves
through me.  An electrical pulse flowed directly to my dick as her butter
soft skin enveloped my fingers.  I was torn.  On the one hand, I fought
knowing that this was still Bruce's wife.  The taboo of being so close to
her racking my brain.  On the other, I was so enjoying the sensation of a
loving, female touch.  A sensation that I had been missing for so long. 
Losing the fight, I simply grasped her hand.  Holding it as I would a woman
that held my heart.  Maybe in a tiny way, this one already did.

   The sound of my broken cell phone buzzed.  Cutting through the fun.

   "Hello?" I answered.

   "Hi!  This is Ms.  Susan.  I hope that your family emergency wasn't too
bad.  But I was wondering if you might still be able to attend the
interview tomorrow morning?"

   "Oh goodness...thank you for calling.  I almost forgot about that. 
Yes...I was able to handle the emergency.  Everything is almost back to
normal.  Yes...I will definitely be there in the morning.  I can't wait to
see you then."

   "Ok...will 9:30 still be an ok time; or is there some other time that
would be better for your schedule.  I am open until noon?"

   "9:30 is perfect.  I can't wait to meet you.  See you in the morning Ms.
Susan, and thanks again for the opportunity."

   "My pleasure.  See you then."

   When I looked at my passenger, her smile was ear to ear.  A look of
pride.

   At my apartment, I busily went about grabbing my clothes from the back
of the car.  With both arms full, I almost dropped everything when I saw
Dominique grabbing bags of groceries.

   "Wha...What are you doing D?"

   "I'm helping with your groceries." She said, her tiny hands trembling
with the stuffed plastic.

   My mouth hung wide open.  "I didn't, I didn't...know..."

   "Close your mouth silly man.  What?  You thought I was buying all this
stuff for my little self?  I got tired of you coming over on an empty
stomach.  What did you think I was buying this big ass barrel of coffee
for?" She smiled.

   I shook my head.  Talk about a woman.  None I have ever known was as
sweet, kind, and thoughtful as Dominique.  Was this the kind of training
they give whores on the other side of the wall?

   "Jesus.  Real stupid thinking Franklin." I unknowingly said outloud.

   "I'm right here you know.  All that talking to yourself is bad.  Give me
a chance Franky...I will listen."

   "Right." I said.  Feeling completely embarrassed.  I walked the two
flights with Dominique to my domicile.  The first woman to enter it since
Rhonda left.

   "Nice." She proclaimed.  "I watched a TV show once on art.  I forget the
style they call it when there is only a little art, but a lot of room on
the canvas.  What is that called again...Mini, minutia, mental..."

   "Minimalist?" I corrected.

   "Yeah!  That's it!!"

   She wasn't exactly wrong.  As a Navy man, I had been trained to live off
the bare minimum of stuff.  If it wasn't functional or versatile, I
generally didn't bother with getting it.  She moved through my apartment
eyeing everything.  The bare walls, the singular couch, the two separate
chairs, the wall mounted TV and the desk with my computer station.

   Going into the kitchen I heard her whistle loudly.

   "Wow." She said as I moved back into the living room area after dropping
off my suits.  "Are you SURE Bruce was your brother?  Because this kitchen
is so clean, you can eat off the floors!"

   "Yeah...or at least that's the lie our parents told us." I chuckled.

   Two more trips down to the car and Dominique and I spent 15 minutes of
putting away the groceries.  For the first time in a while, my kitchen even
sounded full.

   "Thank you Dominique.  Really.  For everything.  You don't know how much
it means to me."

   She grinned like a kid with a report card full of "A's." Her beautiful
chestnut skinned face held the question of; "Did I do good?" Walking
through the empty space between us, my sister-in-law threw her body into
mine.  Wrapping her arms around me tight.  I wanted so much to fight the
feeling.  The sensation of fulfillment that coursed through my tortured
soul.  But instead of fighting it, I simply enjoyed the contact.  Reveling
in the sense of love and adoration that flowed through her hug.  The
feeling, filling me up with a warm glow of contentedness.  Dominique sighed
as we touched.  Nuzzling her head into my chest.  The little movement
causing my dick to fill with excitement.  Unfortunately, her chest was at
just the right height to make it impossible not to notice.  "Shit!" I
thought.  "Not NOW!!  Why can't you BEHAVE around this woman?!"

   "Wow...thanks Dominique.  I uhhh...hey, I feel hot.  Give me a minute so
I can change clothes." I said, pushing her to arms-length.

   "Ok...I'll wait right here."

   Darting to my bedroom, I closed the door and leaned against it, letting
a long breath escape past my lips.  Looking down, I spied my one eyed,
blind, veiny, monster that was throbbing in my pants.  Rubbing the outside
of my junk, I tried to calm him down.  Afraid of letting Dominique know
what my mind was thinking.  "Down damn you." I spoke silently.

   Feeling my monster back off, I went about ripping off my clothes. 
Fortunately for me, I had other clothes available to get into. 
Unfortunately, they were lost under the war zone that was my unwashed
laundry.  It took me three sniffs of different shirts to find one that
didn't smell like I had played a full NFL game in it.  The very fabric
screaming with the sound of a protest.  Finding a pair of semi-clean jeans,
I slipped them on and tugged on my last pair of clean white socks.  My
shoes went on last.  Opening the door, I almost ran over my height
challenged relative who was outside waiting.

   "AH HA!!" She chided.  "Bruce was your brother after all.  I knew you
were too good to be true."

   My mouth hung open as Dominique walked in as casually as if she lived
there.  Rapid fire Spanish flowing from her lips.  I still had no idea what
she was saying, but I knew whatever it was, was surely talking about my
living in a "pig sty." Just like my mother back home in Virginia.  Grabbing
my dirty clothes, she threw them disgustedly in the only hamper I had.  I
soon joined her like a chastised child getting my crap off the floor.

   I almost panicked when she came across my "filthy" shirt.  The one that
had been so useful a couple nights before.

   "Thank you Dominique." I yelled, as I snatched the offensive cum catcher
from her grasp.  "Really...you have done enough.  I can get my own
laundry."

   "You men...you're so funny.  Trying to hide things we women know about
so well.  Get some trash bags so we can take all this over to my house and
get it cleaned."

   "No." I said, trying to hide my embarrassment behind my bravado. 
"Really, I can take care of all this tomorrow.  It's really no problem."

   "Franky; just get the trash bags.  There's no telling how many of those
filthy shirts or towels, or...whatever, you have lying in this room.  They
might eventually decide to walk up to you and stage a revolution!"

   "No!  Now D; I know you're just trying to be helpful.  But this is MY
HOUSE!!  If I say it's ok for my dirty clothes to be on the floor, then
IT'S REALLY OK!"

   "Franky; I was married to a Marine.  I serviced many more men before.  I
know what filthy things you guys do when left to your own devices.  You're
a man.  It has to go SOMEWHERE!  And...I'm ok with that.  Just get the
bags."

   "D; I..."

   Her face took on a sternness I had never seen before.  Her eyes blazed
with the fire of a thousand suns.  Her demeanor changed to that of an angry
mob.  Especially when she pointed her finger towards the front of my
apartment.  Outranked, outgunned and defeated, I marched to the kitchen to
retrieve the last 3 garbage bags I owned.  My sister-in-law and I spent the
next few minutes collecting my dirty laundry.  Soon after, we reloaded my
car and headed to her place.  Another "working party" ensued.  The two of
us unloading the bags of groceries and the laundry into the house.  Like a
spinning top, Dominique went into the kitchen and started cooking while at
the same time, washing my filthy laundry.

   During a lull, she went into the kitchen and turned on a radio.  The
station was 102.7 "The Retro Beat," a local station that played songs from
yesteryear.  When the next song came on, I knew it before the first words
were even spoken.  "Awwwwww YEAH!!" Dominique yelled when Parliament
Funkadelic began playing "P-Funk (We want the Funk)."

   I watched in awe as my little sister-in-law began dancing, dipping and
"funking" along to a song that was made decades before she was even born.
It shouldn't have come as a surprise...P Funk was one of Bruce's favorite
songs, ever since we watched our Grandmother dancing in her kitchen to it.
She danced and spun us boys around in circles before she gave us a big
cookie and a huge hug.

   "Come on Franky!!" She squealed.  "Dance with me!!"

   I approached her awkwardly, debating whether to embarrass myself trying
to dance with my two left feet, with such a beautiful woman.  When I came
within reach of her, she pulled me into the kitchen and started dancing
with me.  My face radiated as we danced together.  Laughing and spinning
like kids.  I slowly began to relax as it dawned on me she wasn't even
concerned with my two left feet.  Suddenly, the song entered its slow
stanza.  I stood almost as if my feet were sucked into blocks of cement.  I
could feel my temperature rise looking at her beauty standing in front of
me.  Dominique stepped into my space, wrapping her arms around me and
swaying to the beat.  A slow dance of lovers between two who ached for a
lost love.

   The proximity of her lithe body in my arms brought about memories of
former girlfriends I have had.  Kimberly, Anya, Trysha, and even Rhonda;
all women that filled the role of the female energy that fed my male ego.
Right now, as then, my body responded.  My tired psyche relaxed.  My energy
was refilling.  My blood pressure rose, but more importantly, my dick
started to rise.  Dominique looked up from my chest.  Our eyes met once
again.  The sparkle in hers mirrored the refractive prism of diamonds.  In
those beautiful orbs, I saw the same reflection of my soul.  Attraction,
hunger, eroticism...unbridled lust.  She smiled.

   My body desired her release.  Her heat.  Her passion.  My dick engorged
without thought.  Pressing against her chest.  Rising and falling with her
every breath.  My conscience raised the alarm.  But before I could
extricate myself from her grasp, Dominique squeezed me closer.  Making it
nearly impossible to escape.  To run away from the confusion of my
feelings. The love and respect I still held for my brother.  But also, the
need for this woman's sex and comfort.

   I shook my head.  Placing my hands on her shoulders, I pushed Dominique
away from me.  As much as I needed her, as much as I craved her; Dominique
was forbidden fruit.  Possibly still holding a flame for my dead brother.
Perhaps just looking for a sexual release to ease her heart.  Me...just a
plaything to distract her from the hurt.  I saw her smile fade as I backed
away.  She pushed me out of the kitchen.  A playful smile on her lips.

   "Ok...that's enough of that." She chided.  "Go have a seat in the living
room and find us something to watch.  The food will be ready in just a few
minutes."

   I did as she asked.  Praying she wasn't mad about my hesitance. 
Entering Bruce's living room, I stopped short when I saw the spot I had
passed out on.  A pang of embarrassment shot through me.  A momentary
pause, before I sat on the couch.  Grabbing the remote, I turned on the
wall mounted TV set and began flipping through channels.

   A couple minutes later, Dominique entered holding two plates of food. 
Set perfectly and encouraging my stomach to growl.  Another trip into the
kitchen and she returned with glasses of wine.

   "Hey, don't eat just yet.  Give me another minute.  I want to change
clothes too.  And please do me a favor, we can watch anything except "The
Great Wars" or "Military 24/7" channels, OK?"

   "Ok." I replied.  Matching the playful smile on her lips.

   It took me several minutes until I found what I thought would be
perfect.

   ""Ok...I'm back.  Dominique announced.  Plopping down on the couch next
to me, my mouth hung open wide.  Changing from a professional look,
Dominique worn only a long, oversized t-shirt that came to her lovely
thighs.  A pair of tight boy shorts peeked out from the bottom.  I sat in
stunned silence.

   "What?" Dominique asked.  "Will you stop looking at me like that?  It's
so funny I might have food come out of my nose if I laugh!."

   Coming back to reality, I started the movie.  "Oh God...HELL NO!  we are
NOT watching "Pretty Woman!!" Dominique stressed.  "Give me that remote!!"
Dominique reached over my body.  I could feel the heat from her as her boob
grazed my skin.  '

   "Oh, here we go." She chuckled.  I was surprised by her selection.  We
ate silently as Arnold played a robot killer chasing a woman in
"Terminator." The food was delicious as we watched the movie play out. 
Once the characters reached the hotel, Dominique changed up.

   "Hey, can we lay down.  I'm tired."

   "Uhhhh...sure."

   I changed positions, lying down on the couch.  Dominique took her
position in front of me.  Her body settling into the perfect "spooning"
position.  Though she was short, she fit into my body like a tailor-made
glove.  She grabbed my arm and laid her head on it.  My other arm
instinctively crossing over her stomach.  Creating a semi-cocoon of shelter
and comfort.

   "Thanks." Dominique sighed.  "Even though I was a whore...I miss this."

   I closed my eyes.  Hearing her say such a thing broke my heart.  "Stop
that." I complained.  "You are not a whore anymore.  You are...so much
more."

   I felt a wetness fall on my skin.  Dominique's silent tears falling from
her eyes.  Her hand grasping my hand and pulling it tighter to her body. 
"You know...as much as you say different...you are so much like Bruce."

   I let her words sink in.  Never knowing how my words came out like
Bruce's.  Dominique sighed.  A sound of contentment that I hadn't heard
from her before.

   Peeking over her head, I saw that Dominique had slipped into a soft
sleep.  The comfort of my presence having a calming effect.  I tried not to
move.  Scared to awaken her from her slumber.  A comfortable sleep she
might not have had for a while.  Suddenly, I felt her move instead. 
Shifting her hips back and forth against my dick, straining against the
fabric of my jeans.  The feel of her ass rubbing against me, sent signals
to my dick.  The friction making me rise.  But I was stuck.  Between the
couch cushions and my lovely sister-in-law's soft ass.  I panicked inside.
I had to escape before I messed things up.  Slowly, carefully, I began to
disentangle myself from her grasp.  A drawn-out process that involved
minimal movement.  I was just pulling her head off my arm when she mumbled
under her breath..."I...love...you...too."

   Looking at her limp body, I ascertained Dominique was still very sleep.
I closed my eyes.  The thought that the message might have been for me. 
"Nah." I thought.  "Probably a message meant for you BB." Thinking of
nothing else appropriate, I bent down and kissed the sleeping princess
softly on the forehead.

   Quickly, yet quietly, I cleaned the plates from the table.  Gathering my
things, I went out to my car and headed home.  Once there, I showered. 
Desperate to quell the swelling in my dick.  Unfortunately, he would not
have it.  As the warm water cascaded down my body, my engorged cock refused
to dismiss the images of the day.  Dominique had taken over my mind.  Her
face, her hair, her breasts, her ass.  The lingering feeling of her body
pressed to mine.  With no other alternative, I used the soap to get a rich
lather and pumped my dick.  Closing my eyes, I saw her in all her beauty.
Moving closer to me in a show of erotic sexuality.  My orgasm was swift and
just as powerful as the last time.  My balls heaving forth an almighty
stream of cum to splash against the wall.  Diverting the water, I cleansed
the spot where I had deposited my DNA.

   After leaving the shower and toweling off, I climbed in my bed.  Alone.
As usual.  Feeling even more empty and alone than before.  As my head hit
the pillow in shame, I felt I had no other choice.  I sent a prayer to the
heavens.  To my Big Brother one last time for guidance.

   "Bruce, I ache.  I don't want to disrespect you.  But I am falling in
love with your wife.  Please don't hate me.  Just one last time...can you
give me a sign as to what in the hell I should do?"

   I fell asleep in the tracks of my tears.

   The sound of bird's singing blissfully in the breeze awakened me from my
slumber.  The Ground Hog no where in sight.  My trip to the kitchen was met
with a huge tub of coffee.  The aroma filling my mind as it brewed.  A
quick slice of toast and egg and I prepared for my interview.  Thanks to my
wonderful family member, I too had a difficult time in selecting which suit
to go with.  Finally, I went with the tried and true.  Dark blue suit, gold
tie, and white shirt.  The colors of the Navy.  The organization that was
instrumental in making me the man I am.  Looking in the mirror, I felt
confident.  Strong.  Like a whole new me.

   The interview with Ms.  Susan was awesome.  Though it went unexpectedly.
It consisted of sitting at the school's computer terminal trying to unglue
what was making their $2.54 million servers slow down.  As I troubleshot
from one area to the next, she asked me questions that I answered without
skipping a beat.  Until finally...

   "EUREKA!  Here's the problem.  Your system has been hacked and a worm
was installed.  From the preliminary looks of things, someone has been
trying to change grades.  Right now, can't tell you whether they were
successful or not.  Maybe that's something you guys can look into later. 
At any rate, I have the virus contained for now.  The system needs to be
cleaned by an external virus program, then it needs to be rebooted.  That
could take all weekend.  But it should do the job and can be done by
anyone."

   Ms.  Susan looked at me.  A smile creasing her lips.  Making the dimples
in her cheeks more pronounced.  "So...when do you want to start on Monday?

   When Franklin left the school's parking lot he was on cloud nine.  An
assured job on Monday making eighty grand a year if he wanted it.  A twenty
thousand dollar mark up due to his experience, military service and level
of expertise.  He was so ecstatic, he wanted to call...somebody.  Pulling
out his semi-destroyed phone, he checked his call list.  The most recent
list flashed across his cracked screen.  The only one that was
consistent...was Dominique.  Pressing the call back tab, he waited.

   "Hola Franky.  I wasn't sure if I would hear from you today." Came the
strained voice on the other end.

   "It went GREAT!!  I have the job and can start on Monday!  Mind if I
come over and tell you all about it?!"

   "Oh, please do!  Besides, you can come pick up the rest of your laundry.
And...you left something in one of your pockets.  It will be on the table
when you come in.  I'll leave the door open."

   "Are you ok?  You don't sound like yourself?"

   "Oh, I'm still in bed.  I don't feel too good."

   "OH NO!  DO you need me too get you anything before I get there?  I
finally got my money from unemployment and my other job, so money's no
issue."

   "No...I'll just see you when you get here."

   I punched the accelerator.  Going at least 10 mph over the speed limit.
Thankful I wasn't stopped by a cop.  Pulling up to Bruce's house, I raced
through the door.  The living room empty.  Save for a small box with a blue
bow on it.  Ripping the box open, I discovered a phone.  Swiping the
screen, a picture of that fateful day of Dominique, Bruce and myself at the
pier filled the screen.  I wanted to cry.  But as awesome a surprise this
was, I needed to check on the woman that was slowly changing my life. 
Striding to the bedroom, I stopped at the closed door.

   "Dominique?!"

   "Come in." Came her voice.  I was not prepared for what I saw when I
entered through the door.  The space was immersed in the pale light of
candles set up throughout the room.  My sister-in-law lay across her bed in
the most erotic of outfits.

   Donned in a dark blue lingerie.  A pair of golden, silk panties, with
white fishnet stockings covering her legs.  My insides couldn't take it
anymore.  Tears formed in my eyes and silently fell down my cheeks.

   "Franky, stop!!  What is wrong with you?!  If you don't love me then
just say so!!"

   "I jus...I just..."

   "Come here silly man." Dominique said.

   Slowly I sat on her bed.  A plume of rose petals floating away from me
in my wake.  Her tiny hands touched my shoulders as she sat beside me.

   "Franky...why do you torture yourself so when it comes to me?  Do you
not know how I feel about you?  Is it that I was a whore?!"

   "No." I said through my tears.  "I jus...just...don't know what to say.
I mean...I am falling in love with you too.  But...you were Bruce's.."

   "AI DOS MIO!!" She yelled.  "Franky...look at me."

   Our eyes met in the dim light of the room.  Her hand came to my face,
brushing the tears from my cheeks.

   "Franky...I miss your brother.  He was my first love.  REAL LOVE.  He
gave me 6 years of a life I never dreamed possible.  But sweetie...for me;
that man died in some desert I don't know where it is.  For things I may
never understand.  The body I buried a week ago, was just that.  A body. 
It was not my husband.  Since then I have felt so alone in this big house.
With no one in my life.  Then I met you.  Again.  I mean...really met you.
And for the first time since that day, you have made me feel so much
better. Like I am not alone anymore.  A small piece of my dead husband
alive in you."

   "That's the thing Dominique!  I'm not Bruce!  I can never BE Bruce!  I
can never be..."

   "FRANKLIN!  That's all you have to BE is FRANKLIN!  I know you're not
your brother!  And I wouldn't want you to be!  Where do you get such
reverence for him?  Because he was big?  Or wise?  Or strong?  Franklin,
Bruce was not God.  He was a man.  A flawed, broken, terrified man.  And as
high a pedestal as you put him on...do you know what Bruce REALLY thought?"

   I shook my head.

   "Bruce thought you were so much stronger than you give yourself credit
for.  He was proud that whenever you would follow him and fail...that you
would come back stronger.  Surpassing him.  That he was so happy when you
failed to get in the Marines.  That you joined the Navy and became your own
man.  That you are so smart and kind.  Loving and just an all-around GREAT
GUY!  He loved that about you.  But if there was ever one thing that he
didn't like...is that you are SO DAMN HARD ON YOURSELF!"

   "And what about you?  Is all this because of Bruce or you?"

   Dominique slapped me.  The sting of the hit not hard.  But definitely
enough to get my attention out of the doldrums.

   "How dare you!" She screamed as tears fell down her face as well.  "I
was a whore Franklin, but I would NEVER think of you like that!  Only TWO
men have ever made me feel like I do!  My husband and YOU!  Forget all the
stuff I have done for you with Bruce's money.  I did them because I love
YOU!  Do you know what you do to me?!  Do you know how many times I have
seen you look at me and gotten wet?  Do you know I had to change my panties
the other day after we danced?!  Do you know how many times I have laid in
this bed and...well...thought of you?  Wondering...hoping...PRAYING that
you could love me too!  Even though...I was..."

   I locked my mouth to Dominique's Stopping any further talk of her past.
Rushing to breach the taboo that held me hostage.  Her lips were soft, wet.
Soul quenching.  She moaned passionately into my mouth.  She split my lips
open, forcing her tongue past my walls to fight with my tongue.  I became
lightheaded.  Dominique threw her arms around my neck as we kissed.  Her
scent filling my senses.  The aroma emanating from her hair was
intoxicating as it spilled over my face.  Tickling my cheeks and neck as it
cascaded down my skin.  She mounted my pelvis.  Her silk panty covered
mound coming to rest over the bulge of my hardening dick.  Even through all
the material, I could feel the heat permeating her wetness.  My hands
caressed her.  Touching her face, neck, shoulders, back and ass.  Her skin
soft, yet warm to the touch.

   Breaking the kiss, Dominique sat up on her knees.  Like a woman sitting
high in the saddle.

   "Do you like my ass Franky?"

   "I love it." Grabbing my hands, she planted them on her silk covered
butt cheeks.  I grabbed and kneaded the large globes through the material.
Causing her pussy to slide back and forth over my penis.  Leaning over,
Dominique dangled the string tie over my mouth.  Biting down, I watched as
she withdrew from my face, the knot coming undone.  Allowing the material
of her lingerie to billow open.  Revealing her two round, perky, chestnut
colored C cup breasts.  Her hands removed the material, allowing it to fall
silently away from her beautiful skin.

   Leaning forward, I took the small, stiff, dark chocolate nub of her left
nipple into my mouth.  Softly biting on it with my teeth.

   "Oooooooo...AI Dos Mio.  Oh, that feels so good Franky."

   Of her own accord, she began rocking back and forth over my by now
throbbing cock.  Building a rhythm that caused her wet pussy to seep more
juice onto my pants.  I pulled her close to my body.  Our lips finding each
other again.  I rolled her over on her back.  Slowly descending her body. A
trail of soft kisses in my wake.  Sticking my fingers in the sides, I
pulled the flimsy substance of her panties down her stockinged legs. 
Letting it silently hit the floor.  Just as I was about to come up and
devour her pussy, she stopped me.

   "Oh, no you don't!  I can't wait any longer.  Moving her short body to a
kneeling position, she began to undress me.  Flinging the suit coat to the
floor.

   "Here...since this is what you want, play with this for a minute."

   Grabbing my hand, Dominique placed it over her slickly shaven, hairless
mound.  My fingers were immediately covered in her warm wetness.  The
sticky liquid adhering to my fingertips.  Closing her eyes, Dominique
hissed audibly when my fingers found her tiny hooded clit.  A tremor
stopping her in her tracks from undoing my tie.  When she got my pants off,
she gasped as she took my girthy cock into her hand.  As she stroked it,
she pulled my now naked body onto the bed with her.  Dominique knelt next
to me, her hand gripping my engorged cock.  She attacked my pole fervently.
Sucking the obelisk into her jaws like a starving prisoner to his last
meal. Her hot, wet mouth worked wonders on my shaft.  Licking and sucking
it like a seasoned pro.  Her mouth skillfully making slurping sounds as she
worked her magic.

   "OH FUCK!  That feels incredible!" I screamed like a girl.  Never had I
had a lover skilled.  Against my will, I shot early.  My cock ejecting a
molten stream of cum not the back of her throat.  She gagged for a second,
but never disengaged.  My flow of swimmers traveling down her esophagus. 
Yet, even spent, Dominique kept working on my cock.  Never allowing it to
go limp.

   Pulling her leg, I felt it only right to return the favor.  Placing her
in the classic "69" position, I stared for a split second at her lovely
pussy.  Savoring the musky, sweet scent of her love canal.  Not wasting
anymore time, I dove head-first into her hot box.  Licking, chewing and
nibbling on the small, soft, pliable folds of her labia.  Before finally
inhaling her hooded clit.

   "OH FUCK!!  AI DOS MIO PAPI!!  SHIT!!  IT's been so...OH FUCK!!"

   Dominique pounded the bed as her body began to stiffen and twitch.  A
barrage of Spanish flowed as she crested into a tiny orgasm.  Her love
juices dribbling forth to coat my tongue with her sweet nectar.

   "OH GOD FRANKY...I can't...I can't...FUCK!  STOP LICKING ME!  I can't
CUM AGAIN!!" She screamed as I continued to lick her insides.  My hands
spreading and slapping her ass cheeks.

   "Ooooo...Me encanta esooooo..."

   Dominique flipped off of me.  A look of pure lust in her eyes.  "I need
this gran culo negro polla in me right now."

   Dominique placed her hand on my chest and slowly guided my missile to
her hole.  My dick slid into place with minimal effort.  Yet, her dripping
wet pussy enclosed around me.  Offering resistance as my dick expanded her
walls.

   "Ai Yiiii Yiii...You have a lot of dick." Dominique hissed through
clenched teeth.

   I leaned her forward as she began to ride me.  Our lips finding one
another again.  My dick traveling deeper and deeper into her hole.  Her
juices slipping out and slathering my pole and pelvis on every upstroke. 
Her rhythm built almost into a gallop.  A woman well versed in sitting in
the saddle.  I grabbed her hips and began to plow into her pussy.  Her body
bouncing up and down with every stroke.  She threw her head back in
ecstasy. Her eyes closed.  Consumed in the bliss of another impending
orgasm.

   Suddenly, she stopped.  Slamming her hands into my chest.  "No.  I want
you to take all of me.  I want to feel you in control Franky.  I want you
to be my man!  Take me...I'm yours.  I love you..."

   Dominique got on hands and knees.  A sign I needed no further
instructions in.  Getting behind her, I stabbed my thick dick into her. 
Breaking down her walls.  Dominique threw her head into the pillow and
squealed at the top of her lungs as I impaled her opening.  I grabbed her
hips and slammed steadily and harshly in and out of her pussy.  The
squishing sounds confirming her appreciation.  Looking down, I saw her
perfect ass.  The lovely body part that I had fantasized about for the past
week.  My thrusts sending ripples through it like a turbulent ocean.

   "SLAP!" I brought my hand down on her skin.  The sound like thunder in
the confines of her bedroom.

   "AI PAPI!!  THAT'S THAT I LIKE!!  FOLLARME MAS DURO!!  MAKE ME YOUR
WHORE!!"

   Grabbing a handful of her long flowing locks, I pulled her head back so
I could hear her scream.

   "Is that what you want?  You want me to love you like you're my whore?"

   "SI!  SI PAPI!  YES FRANKY!!  FUCK ME LIKE I'M YOUR WHORE!!"

   "Oh...you want to be my whore?  Rub that pussy while I fuck you then! 
Rub it nice and good so I can feel it!"

   Dominique slid her hand between her legs.  The mere contact with her
sensitive clit sending shockwaves of pleasure through her.  Her pussy let
loose a small flow of juices to saturate her pussy.  I could feel her
fingertips graze my ball sack as I rammed home.

   "Is this what you want?!" I shout.  My dick rocketing back and forth
like a piston.  "Do you want to be Franky's WHORE?!!"

   "SI PAPI!!  SERE TU PUTA!  FOLLAME COMO QUIERAS!  MI BOCA, MI CONO, MI
CULO...EN CUALQUIER LUGAR...JUST TELL ME YOU LOVE ME!!"

   With a mighty heave, I lost all control.  "I LOVE YOU!!"

   That did it.  I came again.  Painting the insides of her pussy with my
cum.  Load after sticky load redecorating the walls of her womb.  Dominique
became a marionette on the strings of a spastic controller.  She slammed
into the bed and convulsed uncontrollably.  A series of hot jets of cum
erupting from her pussy.  Soaking the bed and the flowers upon which we
made love.  Her spasms uncontrollable.  Her ramblings unintelligible.  She
was lost in the roiling seas of her multiple orgasms.  Spent...we collapsed
together.  Both of us sucking air into our greedy lungs.  Attempting to
sate our tired, sweaty bodies.  Through her disheveled hair, I saw her
eyes. Glassy, yet with a satisfied look.  A sparkle of a flame noticeable.

   "Do you mean it?" She asked between heavy pants.

   "Which part?" I panted.

   "That you love me.  Can you love a whore?  I am in love with a good man.
But I know what I was.  Can you love me still?" Dominique's eyes began to
mist over.  Not sure if Franky was true or just satisfied to have finally
fucked her.

   "A whore...?  No.  Never a whore.  I can and do love you.  So much.  You
are the best of women.  Whatever you had to do to survive, is dead as well.
I'll make you a deal.  You no longer call yourself a whore...I'll no longer
worship Bruce."

   "Deal."

   We kissed again.  A long, slow kiss filled with ache and hurt.  But
filled with the promise of new tomorrows.  Sleep finding our tired bodies
in minutes.

   "Dominique and I didn't leave that room for the rest of the weekend.  We
stayed in there making love all day and night.  Only leaving to eat or go
to the bathroom.  In between, we talked, watched movies and just relaxed in
the afterglow.  Growing closer as the days went by.  It's been a year now.
I took that job at the school.  It's been GREAT!  I have already gotten 2
more promotions and they have made me head of the IT department.  I now
have a staff of 5 other workers and the director is considering having me
connect two more schools and using us as the primary site.  Bro...I still
miss you.  But know that I am taking good care of your girl.  Because I
love her." I said to the headstone of my brother's grave.

   "Excuse me guys...I don't mean to interrupt this meeting of the Wallace
boys, but this thing is kicking my walls saying he wants to go to the
bathroom again." Dominique griped through clenched teeth.

   Franklin stood up and dusted his pants off.  Reaching down, his hand
offered to pull Dominique up from her sitting position.  As he lifted, the
gold wedding band, with blue stripe pinched her finger between her wedding
band as well.

   "OW!!  I think all you boys are trying to kill me!" She smiled.

   "Not a chance." Franklin said, rubbing his hand over the fat, extended
belly of his wife.  "We would never do anything to hurt our one true love."


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