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 Title: Taking The Place Of


Summary: A brother becomes all his sister needed. 


Keywords:inc,fic,erotic,hot





   "Richy?"

   "Up here," I call over my shoulder.

   I look behind me as my sister steers her stomach around the corners and
into the bedroom I'm working in.

   "Oh...  it's beautiful!" she says with a hushed awe.

   I smile and go back to work on the mural.

   "Richy, you know you're kind of making an assumption that Sponge Bob
will still be around when she's old enough to see that and know what it
is," she says, smiling.

   "Oh, he'll still be around.  Sponge Bob is like a head cold.  Just when
you think it's gone here it comes back again." I push my glasses back up on
my nose.

   "If you don't like the character then why are you doing a mural of him?"
she asks, the smile now a grin.

   I turn to look at my sister.  My eyes go to her belly.

   "Because she'll like him."

   Terry smiles at me then turns to look around the room.  The walls are
covered with half-finished characters.  Some closer to finished than
others. I see her smile at a few of them, icons from the past and our
childhood.

   "Thank you for this, big brother," she says softly.

   "It's not much, just some paint and a bit of my time.  I've got plenty
of that."

   "No...I mean all of it.  Taking me in, taking us in." She lets her hand
come to rest on her stomach.  "Giving little Audry Marie her first home."

   I put down the brush and step down off the ladder.  I hold out my arms
to her then laugh when her stomach prevents the embrace.  I kind of
sidestep it and hug her from the side.

   "It's what older brothers are for, Sis."

   She swats my arm.

   "No, it's not.  Older brothers are for teasing mercilessly about their
girlfriends and picking on constantly.  Their only other function is to
chase off their younger sister's lousy boyfriends."

   I bring my hand down onto her stomach.

   "Well, I got slack on that score, so maybe I'm trying to catch back up."

   She grimaces.

   "You told me.  You told me, everyone told me.  I was just too stupid to
believe you." She looks around, her face falling.

   "Too in love!  You were never stupid; you were in love." I smile when I
feel the baby move under my hand.

   "Well, I was stupid to be in love with him.  How about that?"

   I give Terry a look, and leaning in, I kiss her cheek.  She smiles and
turns to meet the kiss, her lips just brushing the side of mine.

   "Thank you again," she says, snuggling into me a bit.

   "You're welcome."

   I watch my sister waddle away with a smile.

   Damn, I wish I could find that ugly sack of shit.  I would beat his head
against the wall.  Hell, if I dipped it into yellow paint first, I could
use him as a Sponge Bob stamp!

   Chuckling at the image, I adjust my glasses and go back to painting.

   ** ** ** ** ** ** **

   "Richy.  Richy!"

   "What?  What?  Yea, I'm awake.  What?" I ask, my eyes popping open.

   "Richy, I need you."

   Turning over, I reach for the light and turn on the lamp.

   Terry is standing over me, her belly held in one hand, looking like a
beach ball.

   "What's up?  Is it time?"

   "No.  Not for about another month.  Richy, I hate to ask this
but...could you go get something for me?"

   I pick my glasses up off the table and focus through them at the clock.

   "Terry, it's one in the morning."

   "I know.  I'm sorry," she says with a grimace.

   Sitting up, I tilt my head and feel the neck vertebrae pop.  Scratching
at my head, I yawn.

   "What do you need?"

   "Rocky road ice cream," she says in a rush.

   I sit, blinking at her for a second.

   "Seriously?" I ask, looking back at the clock.

   "Yes...  please.  Pretty please.  Pretty please with sugar on top. 
Pretty please with sugar on top and a kiss.  Pretty please..."

   "Alright already.  Yeesh!" I swing my legs off the side of the bed and
slip my feet into my shoes.  Then promptly take them back out and get up to
go get my pants on first.

   "Nice boxers.  Smiley faces?  Really?  Really?" she asks, grinning.

   "I seem to remember you wearing Care Bear panties till you were twenty,
so I don't want to hear it."

   Stepping into my blue jeans, I pull them up with a popping sound in my
back.  "I cannot believe I'm going to get pickles and ice cream for a
pregnant woman, at one in the morning."

   "I didn't ask for pickles...Oh my, pickles!  Yes, yes...  Pickles!  Get
me one of those big super sour dill pickles.  I love to suck the seeds out
of them," she says greedily.

   "If you had practiced that more, you might not be in the shape you are
now," I mutter to myself.  Maybe too loudly, when my pillow hits me in the
back of the head.

   "That was horrible!"

   Chuckling, I grab a shirt and my wallet from the dresser.  The keys to
the car are by the door.

   The guy at the drug store down the street looks at me and what I'm
buying and just starts laughing.  I give him a long-suffering look and he
chuckles.

   "Don't worry, bro.  When that baby gets here, she'll remember you doing
this kind of thing for her.  She will make it up to you then." He grins at
me the whole time.  I don't correct him.  Someone thinking I'm getting some
is worth any misunderstanding.

   The car does a horrible sputtering sound as I shut it off.  Great. 
Another thing on the list to fix.  Oh well.  I've got time.

   Walking into the kitchen, I grab two spoons from the drawer and head to
where I hear the TV playing.

   Terry is asleep in the La-Z-Boy chair, her features lit by the
flickering images of the infomercial she was watching.  Her pregnancy has
done what years in the gym couldn't.  Given her the look of a woman grown.
She spent years and years trying to make herself look older.  She hates the
fact they card her everywhere she goes.  Her skin, even here in winter, has
a deep tan.

   I made her stop going to the tanning salon about the time she moved in.
Told her the baby was going to be born half-cooked if she didn't stop.  Her
eyes pop open then and come to focus on me.

   "Richy?"

   "Nope it's the evil pickles-and-ice-cream bandit.  I've broken in to eat
all your goodies." Grinning, I hold out the bag with the ice cream and
shake it side to side.

   "I'll shoot your happy evil ass over those right now," she tells me with
a calm seriousness to her voice that's chilling to hear.  Then she smiles.
"Gi'me"

   I dig out the pint of cherry vanilla I got for me and hand her the bag.
I watch her tear the plastic off the top of the Big Gus dilly pickle and
drain the juice down with a shudder.  Then she all but rips the top off the
Häagen Dazs and starts to devour the ice cream as fast as she can spoon it
out.

   She looks up at me, watching her.

   "What?" she pulls the ice cream to her chest.  "MINE!"

   Laughing, I take a seat on the couch and start to eat my ice cream. 
Seeing her take alternating bites between sour and sweet makes me shiver
every time.  Reaching across towards her, I grab the remote and put on
anything other than this.  Finally, I settle on music.

   I sit, just drifting with the sounds, eating ice cream with my sister. I
look up when she gives an almighty belch.  She giggles at me.  Then starts
to scrape the empty tub for one last bite.

   The look on her face is orgasmic when she cleans the spoon.

   "Okay.  I'll live through the night now."

   Smiling at her, I chase the last bites of my own around the bottom.  I
place the empty container next to hers and look at her sleepy eyes.

   "Want help up to bed?" I ask.

   "No.  This is more comfortable.  I'll sleep here tonight I think." She
looks up at me as I step next to her.  "You could...rub my feet for me
though."

   Turning around, I sit down on the coffee table and lift one of her feet
off the chair's footrest.  I massage her swollen ankles.  Feeling the bones
under the layers of puffy skin.

   "Oh, that feels wonderful," she says, softly snuggling back into the
chair.

   I rub at first one foot, then the next, then back to the first.  At some
point I look up and realize Terry has drifted off to sleep.  My fingers
continue to massage her ankles then her calves, enjoying the silky feel of
a woman's legs in my hands.  It's been awhile.

   I stop then, realizing what and where those thoughts are leading me.  I
look down at my younger sister.  She's so beautiful now.  The bloom of
health hangs over her.  Going to the couch I pull the throw blanket off it
and drape it over her legs.  She turns a bit then and snuggles into the
chair.

   Leaning in, I place a soft kiss on her cheek.

   "Goodnight, Sis."

   "Uhmmm."

   My bed calls to me.  My pillows beckon to me.  The sheets caress me. 
But sleep is a long time coming tonight.  In fact, I see the sky lightning
outside the window before my eyes close finally.

   ** ** ** ** ** ** **

   Then the pillows start to rain down on me.

   "What?  What, What!" I cover my head to fend off the blows.

   "Why did you let me sleep in a chair?" She screams at me and whacks me
again.

   "You said you wanted to.  Ow!  Stop it already.  What's the matter?"

   "The matter is my back is killing me now!" she whacks me again.  I grab
the pillow then.

   "Would you please be reasonable?  You told me you wanted to sleep there.
What do you want me to do?" I ask.

   "I don't want to be reasonable.  My back is killing me." I look at her
and see the tears falling down her cheeks.

   "Alright, alright.  Come on.  Don't cry." I get up, go to her, and hold
her to me as she cries.  "Come on, Sis.  Come on."

   "I'm so tired, Richy.  I'm so tired of hurting and feeling like a whale
and not being able to sleep."

   "Shush.  It's going to be okay, Sis.  Come on.  I'll do something about
your back."

   "What?" she asks when I try to turn her towards the door.

   "There's a lot in this old place that doesn't work but the hot tub on
the patio is one that does.  Come on.  I'll help you get into the tub and
you can soak your back for a while."

   "I don't have a swimsuit." She says, shaking her head.

   "Wear your bra and panties.  Come on.  It will help, I promise,"

   "Okay," she sniffs softly, the tears still there.

   As I walk with her through the house, I'm seriously wondering about the
possibility of her having twins and the doctor just didn't see one of them.
She's eight months and as big as a house!

   "No Goodyear remarks," she says out of the blue.

   I chuckle.  "I was actually thinking Hindenburg, but yea, I can see
Goodyear as a good alternative."

   "Damn it, it's not funny.  I feel like I need two tug boats to turn the
corners," she complains.

   I can't stop chuckling.  She turns and starts to whack me on the arm.

   "Not funny, not funny!"

   "Stop it!  Grouchy Pregger Lady!" Smiling, I ward off the blows.

   "That's Crazy Grouchy Pregger Lady to you."

   When we get out to the hot tub, I pull off the cover and start the jets
to working.  When I turn around she has stripped off the extra, extra large
shirt and is standing in just her bra and panties.  I can see the lines of
distention across her stomach.  I see her face start to shift as I take in
what she looks like.

   "Hey can you put, like, one arm here and the other here?  Let me go get
my camera.  We can do you the whole Demi Moore photo spread." I model one
hand across my chest the other over my crotch.

   She stifles a giggle then shakes her head.

   "I'm so going to beat you in a minute," she tells me fiercely, but I can
see the tears are chased away.

   Taking her elbow, I help her negotiate the two steps up and the three
steps down into the hot water.  I watch with a grin the little winces from
the heat that quickly turns into sighs of pleasure.  As she settles into
one of the contoured seats, I adjust the dials and the jets start to work
her back.

   "Oh, bless you, big brother."

   Smiling, I lean in over the hot water and kiss her brow.

   "Okay, now you stay there while I go get the potatoes and carrots."
Patting her shoulder, I go to leave.

   "Cannibal."

   I give a huff.

   "Eat one little cheerleader and it's cannibal, cannibal, cannibal, for
the rest of your life!"

   Walking away, I go to the kitchen and get a pot of coffee going.  I make
some of the herbal tea our aunt recommended for Terry, and I start some
oatmeal to cooking.  One of the few foods that Terry and I both agree on
one hundred percent -"old fashion oatmeal.  We grew up with our Mom fixing
it every morning.  Neither one of us can stand cold cereal for breakfast.

   Once it's cooked just a bit, I pull it off the heat and cover it so it
steams the rest of the way done.  I grab up her tea and my coffee and head
back out to the hot tub.

   Terry has sunk herself down till her ears are under water.  I have to
tap her nose with a finger to get her attention.  She sits up and takes the
tea.  I watch her wince at the taste.

   "Aunt Jean may be a great cook, but this tea sucks," she says after the
third sip.

   "I don't remember her saying anything about its taste.  Only that it
helped with cramps and 'other issues' as she put it."

   Terry laughs at my mimicking our aunt.  Then she nods.

   "Well about that she's right at least.  I've stopped having those 'other
issues' since I started to drink it."

   "Want to clue me in on them?" I ask smiling.

   "Do you really want to get into a conversation about hemorrhoids with
your pregnant sister?" she asks, taking a sip.

   At the shake of my head, she nods.  "I didn't think so.  It's 'other
issues' and that's enough for you to know."

   "Fair enough.  You about done cooking?  Breakfast is ready."

   "Oh, that sounds wonderful.  Thank god the morning sickness is over
with. I got so tired of even the smell of food making me go heaving," she
says with a shake of her head.

   "Glad I missed that part," I say, holding out my hand for her to take.

   She starts to get up then sits back down.

   "Richy, would you go get my bathrobe out the bathroom for me?" she asks.

   "Sure."

   When I get back with the fluffy, white, terry cloth robe, she's sitting
on the bench beside the tub with one of the towels laid across the top of
her.

   "Why didn't you wait for me to get back?  You could have fallen getting
out of the tub." I hand her the robe, more than a bit angry at her.

   She looks down and blushes.

   Okay...  not the reaction I was expecting.

   "My underwear was see-through when it got wet.  I didn't want you to
see...me," she says, still blushing.

   "Really?  Seriously?" I shake my head in disgust and help her into the
robe.  "Sis, I promise, all you had to do was say 'don't look,' and I would
have closed my eyes."

   I help her to her feet.  My face is right in front of hers.  I can smell
the tea on her breath.  "Don't ever do that again, okay?"

   "Okay.  I'm sorry I'm just more than a bit self-conscious right now."
She gives a sniffle.

   "I don't know why, you've never looked more beautiful," I tell her with
full sincerity.  "Now come on before breakfast gets cold."

   "Yeeck, cold oatmeal."

   Spooning us both out big bowls, I drown hers in cream and cinnamon.  I
take mine plain with just a bit of butter.

   Sitting there, I look up to find her fidgeting.

   "What's the matter?" I ask after a second.

   She huffs and puts down the spoon.  I watch her fish her arm back down
her sleeve and then the other one.  A few moments later, first one then the
second, reappears.  She hangs her bra on the back of the chair.

   "The wet fabric was chafing me," she says at my expression.  Then she
stops and looks at my rising eyebrows.  "What?"

   "Ever felt the need to ask David Copperfield how he did something?" I
look to the bra dripping water onto the tile floor.  "Let's say I feel a
similar need right now."

   She grins at me.

   "But then there wouldn't be any magic to the trick."

   Laughing together, we dig into our breakfast.

   ** ** ** ** ** ** **

   "Richy, wake up!"

   My eyes slowly open.

   "Richy, wake up."

   Sitting up with a groan I look to my sister.

   Oh.  Not this shit again.  Four weeks of midnight cravings.  Everything
from cheese crackers to hamburgers.  The harder it is to get at one in the
morning, the more she has absolutely got to have it.

   "If this is more ice cream cravings..." I mutter in dire warning.

   I see a flash of pain cross her face.

   "Oh, I wish it was that." She gives a little huff of a breath.  "Maybe
you need to get dressed."

   Wide-awake, I roll up out of bed and into my clothes.  I feel like I'm
doing back flips and somersaults, but I'm dressed by the time I'm standing
by her side.  I grab my wallet and phone off the dresser.  A quick
pirouette and I have my glasses off the nightstand.

   I look at her, and she is staring at me, blinking.

   "How the hell did you do all that that quickly?" she asks.

   I take her arm and get her turned towards the door.

   "If I tell you, there wouldn't be any magic to the trick.  Now come on.T
Let's go take a little ride to the hospital," I say, taking her by the
elbow.

   Getting her out the door and to the car is a trial, but then I don't
have the normal thirty men with guide ropes to help.  I can see from her
expression that she read what I was thinking on my face.  She gives me a
light punch to the chest once I have her seated.

   "Has your water broken?" I ask as I crank the car.

   "No."

   "Good, then we have plenty of time." I pull the car out and head down
the road at something just less than warp speed.

   When we get to the hospital, I rush inside and try not to look like a
nervous wreck as I get them to get her a wheelchair.  I follow her up to
maternity then get side tracked into the paper signing chamber of death!

   I swear buying the house involved my name being signed less.

   I look up to see Doctor Brooks come walking in.  He hands me a cup of
coffee.

   "Oh, thank you," I say in worship.

   He chuckles.  "They always want to do this in the middle of the night.
We got her on something for the pain, and she's resting as much as she can.
From the looks of things, they were false labor pains but she's close
enough, so we're going to go ahead and induce labor." He takes a sip of his
coffee.  "It will be a few hours.  I'll have a nurse come find you when
it's time for you to come hold her hand."

   I chuckle.

   "God, I'm getting old," he says with a shake of his head.  "It seems
like just yesterday I was bringing you and her into the world, and now
she's the one delivering.  Try and get some rest.  I don't want you passing
out in the delivery room.  I'm going to have my hands full with her.  You,
I'll just have pushed under a table to sleep it off."

   "That might be the best thing really," I say.  Holding out my hand, I
show him how badly it's shaking.  He smiles.

   "Relax.  She's healthy.  The baby's doing great.  It should go about as
well as any delivery can.  Now I've got to go, I have two more of these to
do tonight.  Like I said, they always pick this time of night."

   Finishing my coffee, I dig out my phone and take a walk outside into the
cool night air.

   "Yes?"

   "Aunt Jean?  It's Richy.  Terry has gone into labor."

   "Oh, my.  Well, you give her my best, hon, and tell her I'm on my way.
I'll be there just as soon as I can get a flight out," she says.

   "I will."

   "Love you, and give her my love as well," she says.  I can hear my
uncle...sleepily...  asking who it is in the background.

   "I will.  Bye."

   Hanging up the phone I sit down on the bench outside and look down at
the small pile of cigarette butts someone left here.  I don't even smoke,
and I feel like I would like one just to calm me down and give me something
to do with my hands.

   "I want more coffee."

   I get up and go to find the cafeteria.

   ** ** ** ** ** ** **

   A hand on my shoulder awakens me.  How I fell asleep in the lobby chair
is beyond me.  I look up at the nurse.

   "Dr.  Brooks said it was time for you to come get ready.  Your wife is
doing well," she adds as I get to my feet.  She turns and walks away before
I can correct her.  I start to do it as I follow, and then I don't.  For
some reason the idea of it makes me smile.

   I'm given a hell of a time in the washing up room by the two nurses. 
They are teasing me the whole time they're showing me how to scrub up about
passing out and getting sick.  I can see they are actually trying to make
me relax, but it's a strange way to go about it.

   Going into the delivery room, I see Dr.  Brooks standing by Terry's
side, talking to her.  He looks up at me.

   "You good, Richy?" He looks back down to her.  "Maybe we should give him
the Demerol?"

   Terry smiles.  I can see that she already looks exhausted.  She looks up
at me, and I kneel down till I'm right next to her head.  I take her hand
in mine when she offers it.

   "Okay, Richy.  These are the rules."

   I look up to see Dr.  Brooks move around to between her feet.

   "This is my side, that's your side.  I won't bother you up there, and
you do the same for me down here." He taps a little wall of blue fabric
that crosses her waist.  "This is to give her some privacy.  If you look
over it not only will you probably be emotionally scarred from having seen
your sister naked, but watching a woman delivering might just turn you off
sex for a while so...keep your head over there."

   "Got you."

   A wave of pain shoots up from my thumb!  Looking down I see Terry has it
white-knuckled in her hand.  It's a good thirty seconds before she loses
her grip.  I pull my thumb loose and shake blood back into it.

   "Oh yeah...Women have been known to break bones if they are holding your
hand wrong.  Nurse, show him," he says.

   A nurse with blue eyes moves over and taking my hand she places it into
Terry's fingers, so that mine are curled into hers.

   "There you go.  That will give her something to grip, and we won't have
to cast you up after the delivery." She tells me in a sweet voice.  I smile
and nod my thanks.

   She smiles back.

   "Richy, please stop trying to flirt with the sexy nurse and pay
attention to the preggers!" Terry tells me, giving my hand a hard squeeze.
"I know you have a thing for nurses, thanks to M.A.S.H., but now is...Not
the time!"

   Smiling down at my sister's sweaty face, I lean in and place a soft kiss
on her cheek.

   "I'll always have eyes only for you," I tell her.

   She smiles.

   ** ** ** ** ** ** **

   Holding her hand over the next hour, I find that my ideas of which is
the stronger sex have been so very wrong.  I watch her, gripped with pain
that would have me puking.  One of the nurses gives me a small cloth, and I
keep her face wiped.  It's something to do other than feel useless while
she's in pain.

   Finally, I have to push all the sounds in the room to one side and focus
on her face.  Her eyes find mine, and we just stare into each other's gaze.
Whenever she unclenches her eyes, I'm there for her to look at.  When her
fingers aren't crushing mine, they are caressing my hand.  That she's
trying to comfort me is ridiculous but it does feel that way...

   The cries of my niece came as almost a shock.

   Terry is crying in relief and joy.  Moving to the side I put my hand on
her shoulder as the blue-eyed nurse comes around and places a chalky white
bundle of wrinkles and dark hair into her arms.

   "Well, hello little Audry Marie," I say to the pair of little eyes that
look up to my face.  "I'm your Uncle Richy.  I'm the one you come to when
your Mom tells you no, you can't have something."

   Reaching in, I brush her soft cheek with the tips of my fingers.  I
follow her little arm down to her hand.  God, she is so tiny!

   Her little fingers curl around my smallest finger like grains of rice.

   "Did I do good?" Terry asks me then.

   Looking down at my sister's face, I blink and feel the tear run down my
cheek.

   "I saw this magic trick.  I know how it happens, and I'm still amazed.
You did beautifully."

   Leaning, I place a soft kiss just beside her mouth.  Her lips turn just
a bit towards mine as I do.

   "I need to take her and get her weighed and cleaned up.  We also have to
get you cleaned up still, my dear," says the blue-eyed nurse.

   Moving out the way, I let the nurse get to Terry.  She lifts little
Audry Marie, and almost immediately, the baby starts to cry again.  Seeing
Terry's expression, I move back into her sight and smile at her.

   "Just like her Mom, already can't keep her mouth shut," I say with a
smile.

   Terry smiles and lightly pops my arm.

   "Don't tease me.  I've had a hard day."

   Leaning back in, I stop just inches from her face.

   "I know you have, my beautiful sister.  I know you have." Leaning down,
I place a second kiss on her cheek.  Her mouth moves this time, and I feel
her lips against mine.  I smile at her and give her a peck back.  "I'm
going to go tell Aunt Jean while they clean you up," I say with a half
glance towards her waist.

   There seems to be even more activity going on down there now that the
baby is here than there was before!

   Terry nods and leans back onto the bed.

   As I start to walk out I see the nurse writing on a pad.  She looks up
when I stop.  Those blue eyes smile.

   "Seven pounds even," she says.

   I nod my thanks.

   As I take off the gown outside, I'm shaking like a leaf.

   ** ** ** ** ** ** **

   They keep my niece in the maternity ward for two days due to a bit of
jaundice.  I had thought she looked yellow.  I had just passed it off as
the lights.

   They keep Terry as well.  She had a problem in the post-delivery that
cost her a bit of blood.  I'm glad I was gone down to the waiting room when
that happened or I would have been a stark-raving loon very quickly.

   Aunt Jean helps me get Terry home then settles in to stay for a week to
help get us into a routine.

   Never would I have though that something that weighs less than a pair of
shoes could turn your whole house upside down.  But my god, am I learning.

   From the start, I decided to refuse to do nothing.

   I washed baby, changed baby, rocked baby, fed baby, but for the most
part, I seemed to just hold baby.

   I notice that at about the same time my aunt does.

   "Richy?"

   "In here." I call over my shoulder.

   I hear my aunt's shoes on the hardwood floor as she walks into the
nursery.

   "I love what you did to this room.  You are so talented an artist."

   "Well the paychecks are few and far between," I complain with a sigh.

   I finish changing the little girl's diaper, and in a cloud of powder, I
settle her back down to sleep.

   "Richy, I need to talk to you for a bit," she says after a moment.

   I turn to look and see the expression on her face.

   "Okay.  What's up?"

   "I've fixed some sandwiches.  Let's go out to the patio to eat," she
says with a tilt of her head towards the outside.

   "I'll get Terry."

   "No.  She's sleep.  Let her sleep." She shakes her head.

   I feel my eyebrows knot at the look on her face.

   When we get out onto the back patio, I sit down with the food, but I've
lost my hunger due to worry.

   "What's up?" I ask.

   Aunt Jean looks up at me then sighs.

   "It may be nothing, but I noticed that Terry's not wanting to hold
little Audry Marie all that often.  When I had Victor and Jessie, I
wouldn't hardly put them down unless they were pried from my hands.  I'm
worried that she's got...Oh, what do they call it?"

   "Post Maternal Depression...  PMD?"

   "Yea.  I talked to the doctor about it before we left the hospital.  He
said that a lot of young, single moms come down with it.  The idea of being
a mom is great till the reality of twenty years of work and worry, followed
by the rest of your life of worry and work.  I would love to stay here, but
if I do, I might come home to find that your uncle's burned down the house.
I need you to keep an eye on her."

   I nod.

   "I'll give you a call if I see anything out the ordinary.  I'll make
sure that I talk to Dr.  Brooks as well.  I promise."

   After a moment of just looking down at her food, she looks back up at me
and grimaces.

   "I know you're just trying to help with all you're doing, but she's
getting her strength back.  Let her start to do a few of the things that
need doing.  She needs to get her hands on her daughter as much as she
can."

   "Okay."

   My aunt smiles.

   "I also want you to find her ex-boyfriend and beat the crap out of him.
That baby girl needs a father, and your sister needs a husband to take care
of her."

   "I'll do my best."

   "I'm just joking, but not by much." She picks up her sandwich and starts
to eat.

   Inside I know I wasn't agreeing to find the ex, but to be the father. 
To be there for little Audry Marie.  To be there for my sister as well.

   Somehow I'll find the time.

   As I bite into my sandwich, I'm almost too tired to eat.

   ** ** ** ** ** ** ** **

   Sitting on the couch, I look over and something catches my eye.  Terry
is half-asleep, the nearly constant state for the both of us for the last
month.

   On the bottom of her breast there is a large wet place appearing on her
shirt.

   "Terry?"

   "Humm?"

   I slide down the couch to tap her arm.  Her eyes open, and she looks up
at me blinking.

   "What?" she asks.

   "I think you're leaking," I say with a soft smile.

   She looks down at her chest and there is an exhausted sigh.

   "God!  Will these things never stop?  I feel like a dairy cow!"

   "Oh, come on Sis.  That's 'udderly' ridiculous." I try to hide the grin.

   The look she gives me is priceless.

   "Not in the mood for humor at my expense, big brother," she tells me in
warning.  She brings her arm up and covers her breast where it's wet.

   "Sorry.  Want me to go get Audry?  It's close enough to her feeding time
to let her take care of that." I half point to her breast.

   She shakes her head.

   "Just fix her a bottle, please."

   Slowly I get up and drift out the room.  I hear my sister get up and go
upstairs to her bedroom.  Standing, looking up the stairs, I make a
decision.  I go up the stairs and into the nursery.  My niece is awake, and
I can see she's on the edge of getting fussy.  I pick her up and hold her
to my chest as I walk down the hall.

   The door to my sister's room is open about half-way and I see her
pulling on a different shirt.  She turns when I walk into the room.

   "What?" she asks.

   "Sit down." I point to the chair by the bed.

   "What?" she looks from the chair back to me, blinking.

   "I want you to sit down."

   Terry looks at me then slowly sits down.  I walk over and kneel down in
front of her.  I see the look on her face as I place her daughter into her
arms.  When her hands have the slight weight held, I slip mine out from
under my niece and bring them around to the half-finished buttons of
Terry's shirt.  I start to undo the three she had done.

   "What are you doing?" she asks suddenly.

   "Feeding my niece," I say without a pause in the unbuttoning.

   I place a finger on the white cotton of her bra, my fingertip resting on
the freckled skin just above.

   "Do I need to move this out the way so she can eat, or will you?" I ask.

   "I'm not a milking goat!" she says with some anger and tries to shift
Audry in her hands so she can get a hand free to close her blouse.

   "No, you're not.  You're a pretty pig-headed pain in the posterior. 
Your daughter is hungry, you're leaking milk." Her eyes catch mine, with a
look I can't classify.  "Apply one to the other and solve two problems at
once."

   My niece chooses that moment to let it be known she's really getting
hungry.

   A tear rolls down Terry's face.

   "Please look away," she says softly.

   I turn my back to my sister.  After a moment I hear the crying stop. 
Then a soft sound comes to me.  A nuzzling sound.  I smile when I hear it.
There is a sniffle then a little chuckling laugh.  I glance over my
shoulder at Terry holding the little girl to her breast, gently brushing a
finger through her hair.

   Her eyes come up to look at my face.  I turn then and kneel back down. I
bring my hand to rest on top of Terry's.

   Looking down, I watch my niece feeding for a second.  When I look back
up, Terry is blushing slightly.

   "That has to be the most beautiful thing I've ever seen."

   She looks down from me to Audry and just watches her, then I see the
small nod.

   I get to my feet.

   "Where are you going?" Terry asks.

   "To get me something to eat.  She's making me hungry." I glance down at
the unoccupied breast.  "And I don't think she would share."

   Terry blushes and places her arm a little higher till her other nipple
is covered.  Then I see the edges of a grin come to her lips

   I smile as I hear a little girl-like voice come from my sister's mouth.

   "Uncle Richy that's my lunch!  You go get your own."

   Chuckling, I head for the door.

   "Richy."

   I turn and just pause for a moment looking at Terry feeding before I
answer.

   "Yea, Sis?"

   "Thank you," she says.

   I smile at her for a moment then shrug.

   "Maybe I did it to get out of filling formula bottles." I glance down at
her half-bare breast.  "Or maybe I just wanted to see a beautiful woman's
nipples."

   I hear her laughing as I walk away towards the kitchen.

   ** ** ** ** ** ** **

   Listening to the thunder in the distance, I rock Audry to my chest.  I
have the local news on, and I'm watching the weatherman highlighting
counties.  They are going red one after the other in line with mine.

   I see the banner start across the bottom of the screen at the same time
I hear the siren on the top of the school down the road start to scream.

   I raise the volume on the TV a little.

   "...currently tracking a center of rotation to the southwest of
Centerville.  All people in the path of this storm should seek shelter..."

   I see te lightning flash outside as I get to my feet.  I grab the car
seat from by the front door and head towards the stairs.  Little Audry has
grown in the last two months, but she still looks lost in the car seat.  I
cover her with the shade blanket we carry in it and set her by the base of
the steps.  I take the stairs two at a time and then all but sprint down
the hallway to Terry's room.

   It was once said that my sister could sleep through anything.  Well,
I've seen her sleep through closer storms than this one.  I move over to
her bed, and leaning down, I give her shoulder a shake.

   "Terry.  Wake up, Sis." I sit down on the side of the bed behind her and
give her another shake.  "Sis, bad weather's coming in.  Wake up."

   As she opens her eyes and turns over to face me, I see her buttons on
her shirt have opened.

   "What?"

   A pop of lighting pops close outside.

   Reaching down, I pull her shirt closed and look up into her frightened
eyes.

   "Bad weather's coming in.  We need to get down into the basement," I
say.

   "Okay." She looks down, blushes and starts to button back up her pajama
top.  Then she blinks and looks around.  "Where is Audry?"

   "Down at the base of the stairs in her carrier.  Now hurry they were
saying it might come this way."

   I'll give her this.  While the woman could sleep through anything, she
wakes up fairly quickly once her eyes are open.  She also doesn't panic
easily.

   All she takes the time to gather up is her cell phone off its charger
and her purse from the back of the doorknob.

   I grab up the handle on the carrier as we get to the bottom of the
stairs.  Looking under the blanket, I see her just nursing away on her
patsy, sound asleep.

   "Is she okay?" Terry asks as I open the door to the basement.

   "She takes after you.  She's asleep," I say softly.

   The basement of the house was one of the reasons I bought the place. 
Big enough for a nice size game room eventually.  It also has an area that
took only a little work from some mason friends of mine, and I had me a
very nice tornado shelter.

   As I turn on the light and pull the door closed behind me, I feel the
money was very well spent.  I watch my sister sit on the old sleeper sofa I
put in down here.  She takes Audry's carrier from me and sets it beside
her.

   The TV turns on, and I switch to the news.

   "...a strong hook echo in this area here.  Doppler shows an intense
center of rotation in this area.  Folks in Centerville and the Collinswood
areas should be in their shelters at this time.  The following townships
should also be getting prepared, Morris, Wilksburrow..."

   "I think it might be a bit south of us," I say after a moment of
listening.

   "You're sure?  He was saying Centerville." Terry asks, looking at the
screen and the list scrolling across the bottom.

   "Yea, but he also said Collinswood.  That's south of here."

   I watch and listen on the edge of nerves as the sound of thunder just
makes its way into the shelter.  The concrete filled walls and the ceiling
I had poured block out most sound.  I go over and check the door to the
outside I had put in.  Double lined, opening out and in, it cost a fortune,
but again at times like this it seems like money well spent.

   Walking back to my sister, I sit down just as the lights go out.  I'm
just about to get up when my ears pop and I hear a growing sound in the
distance.  I place a hand on the car seat, my finger come to rest next to
hers, and Terry moves her hand on top of mine.  There is a sound of
breaking glass from outside.

   "Richy?"

   "Give it just a moment, and I'll find the flashlights and lanterns."
With a calm I'm not feeling, I try to keep her from worrying.

   "My ears popped," she says, her fingers tightening on mine.

   Reaching into my pocket, I pull out my cell phone and flip it open.  The
light from the phone shows me my sister's face.  Her eyes are wide.

   I give her hand a pat.

   "Let me get the lights."

   Two battery-powered camping lanterns and two Maglight flashlights add a
lot to the feeling of security.  I notice then that the sound I heard has
faded almost as quickly as it came.

   Ever-so-slowly, a smell starts to make its presence known in the room.
It's is a familiar odor that has dominated the lives of two adults for the
better part of the last two months.

   Looking at Terry, I grin.  She smiles back at me.  Then I see her
expression fall.

   "The diaper bag's upstairs," she says.

   I grab one of the flashlights and head towards the door.

   "Richy?  Be safe."

   "I will.  I think it may have passed."

   Walking through the near empty basement, I do manage to trip over the
rack from the pool table.  I set it back on top of the pool table and make
my way up the stairs.

   The fact that I hear wind blowing in the house, and I can smell a
thousand pine air fresheners is not good.

   When I follow the sound, I find the large window by the front door
broken and a chunk of wood lying halfway through it.  Recognizing it as a
fence post, I open the front door and look out across the street.

   "Holy shit!" The house across the street has a second roof lying on top
of it.  There are dozens of trees behind it laid over.  What I took to be a
fence post has part of a porch roof on the end of it.  I see house numbers
when I shine my light on it closer.

   They're from about four blocks away!

   "Holy shit!" I say again.

   I can hear sirens in the distance.

   Going back into the house, I grab up the diaper bag and rush back down
stairs.  I startle Terry when I come rushing in.

   "What's up?" she asks.

   "It looks like one touched down a couple of blocks away.  Look I'm going
to go see if I can help." I wave her off when she starts to offer to go
too. "You stay here and watch after Audry.  Try getting Aunt Jean on the
phone to let her know we are all right.  When the news people start getting
cameras out here, she'll be a nervous wreck if she hasn't heard from us."

   She nods.

   "Remember that's a sleeper sofa.  Once you've talked to her just pull
that out and try to get back to sleep.  I'll be back in a bit."

   "Richy, be safe and look out for downed power lines." I can see that
she's worried about me going out into the storm.

   "I will."

   Seeing the look on her face I go over to my sister and give her a quick
hug then leaning, I place a soft kiss on her lips.

   "Be right back," I say when our lips part.

   "Be careful." She says, clearly worried for me.

   "Will, already."

   Back up the stairs, I open the closet by the front door and grab my
raincoat out.  I head out then circle around to the backyard.  I grab my
chainsaw from the shed.  The fuel got topped off a month back so I hope it
lasts.  I don't have any more mixed-gas.

   A distant pop of lightning and a deep rumble tells me this is far from
over for the night.  I head towards the growing sound of sirens.

   Drying my head on a towel I grabbed from the down stairs bathroom, I
head back downstairs to the tornado shelter.  The little radio squawks in
my pocket.  Bought at the pharmacy down the street, it had to have been the
last one on the shelf, and I had to pay in cash for it as his power was out
too.

   It's telling of a stronger storm system to the west.  Be here around
dawn.

   I slip my shoes off my feet as I cross into the shelter.  I can see one
of the lanterns is turned down way low, and the other lights are off.  The
bed is folded out, and I can make out Terry lying on her side.

   Little Audry is lying on her back beside my sister, playing with her own
feet.

   Lying down next to her, I love the little smile that comes to her face
when she sees me.  I tickle her belly, and she giggles at me.  I look up to
see Terry looking at me.

   "God you're soaked," she says.

   "It's just my hair.  I got dry clothing upstairs before I came down."

   "How bad was it?" she asks softly as Little Audry's eyes are starting to
blink for longer and longer amounts of time.  Terry looks down at her and
smiles.  "She's been waiting up for you."

   "I know." I look up at my sister.  "It's bad.  About five houses got
picked up and tossed.  There are trees down all over the place.  Roofs tore
off.  It's a mess."

   "Everyone okay?" she asks.

   "I don't know for sure.  I heard someone say that someone died in
subdivision to the east of here.  There's a lot of damage of towards
Paradise Valley and Hillsboro."

   "That's awful," I hear her sigh.  She looks down at little Audry.  "Are
the storms past?"

   "This one has, but they said there is a bigger storm line coming in from
the west.  It will be here in about two hours.  We might as well stay down
here."

   Terry nods.  I see her sit up.

   "I'll put her in her carrier.  She can sleep in it just as easily and it
will be safer for her," she says.

   "I'll do it."

   I pick up my niece and carry her around the side of the sleeper sofa. 
She opens her eyes and looks up at me then closes them back.  I settle her
down into the car seat and buckle the snap across her legs just in case. 
She's yawning as I cover her with the shade blanket.  Reaching into my
pocket, I pull out the little radio and set it on the floor next to her.  I
hear a continuing montage of words from the local weatherman.  Words like
meso-cyclone and hook echoes.  I listen to the towns and counties he's
mentioning.  I listen for the ones that lead here.

   Not hearing anything that prompts immediate attention I crawl into the
bed next to Terry.  Sleepily she moves over till she's right next to me and
lays her head on my arm.  After a moment I hear a little snort.

   "You smell like pine mulch and exhaust fumes," she says.

   "Cutting limbs with my saw.  I left it with the guy across the street.
He has part of a tree on his garage.  He wanted to try and get it cleared
enough to get his car out."

   "Umm.  That's nice," she mumbles, already half asleep.

   I chuckle as she proves once again she can sleep anytime, anywhere and
through just about anything.

   I lean down my head and place a kiss on her lips.

   "Night, night, Sis."

   She snuggles into me in answer.

   The thunder outside must be intensive as it wakes me.  Feeling hair
under my chin, I lean my head a little and snuggle my face into it.  There
is a sweet smell of coconut shampoo, then a deeper more feminine smell.  I
move my hand and feel my finger softly caressing a familiarly warm part of
the woman in my arms.  A nipple hardens under my touch.

   I feel my cock, hard as a bar, pressed between the warmth of her ass
cheeks.

   It's the wet feeling by the nipple that wakes me up fully!

   Moving my head a bit and looking down I find that I have Terry spooned
up against me, her hands holding my arm to her chest, and my hand is full
of her breast.

   I am hard as I have ever been, and looking down, I see that the bottoms
of her pajamas are down around her thighs.  She's wearing a pair of
panties, but I have moved them aside at some point in my half-awake dream.

   Outside thunder rumbles the whole house.

   She gives a little jump at the noise.

   For once in her life the woman wakes to noise, and it has to be at this
moment when I can't undo what sleep and dreaming have done.

   Terry squirms her ass back against me.  Her hand comes to cover mine,
gripping her breast harder, using my fingers to make it happen.

   "Terry?"

   "Yes?" she answers.

   "You do know who's holding you, right?"

   My sister turns and looks up at me.  I see a smile then she wiggles back
against me even more.

   "The one man in the world that really loves me." She gives a little jump
as thunder rumbles again.  "That loves me and loves my daughter."

   I try to move but she holds me tighter.

   "I do love you, and I love Audry...I love the both of you, but I don't
think that means I get to be holding you like this."

   The room is cold on my skin as she turns, and I slip from between her
cheeks.  Suddenly I'm looking down into my sister's face, her eyes soft and
wet.

   "Why not?  Why the hell not?  Just because you're my brother?  I love
you.  You're the only man in the world who has given a shit about me since
Dad died."

   She pulls at my shirt and buries her face in my chest.  "I'm so tired of
being used by men who say they love me.  First one, then another, lying to
me again and again till I can't tell who's who and what's what."

   She holds me to her face, and I pull her in tighter as I hear her cry. I
bring my hand to the back of her head and gently caress her hair.  She
looks up at me with red eyes.

   "Then I came to you, my big brother.  Dead broke, a suitcase of clothes
to my name, and little Audry about to pop out at any time.  You're working
on commission, have a run-down house to your name and too many bills, but
you didn't even hesitate.  Just took me in, put up with my shit, gave me
the best bedroom in the place."

   "That's not saying much," I say in a whisper.

   She wipes a tear from her cheek and sits up till she's looking down at
my face.

   "Did you not spend the first weekend I was here painting that room?  You
rewired all the plugs and the wall switches.  You hung that ceiling fan in
there.  Did you even sleep for the first month I was here?  You painted
little Audry's room with all those beautiful murals on the walls.  I've
already seen her looking at them.  You got the heat working somehow."

   "Not the air-condition yet though," I say with a half shrug.  "And all
that's beside the point.  Nothing you've said earns me the right to hold
you like I was.  Sis...  I was inches from being inside you!"

   Her hand comes down to my face and brushes through the slight stubble.

   "Then I wish you had moved those few inches," she says.

   I would love to know what my face looks like.  Judging from her smile
like I've been hit with a hammer must be close.

   "Richy...  Audry needs a father in her life.  Now the men I have met all
wanted one thing from me.  A place to dump cum...

   "No!" She pushes my mouth closed when I go to speak.

   "I know what I've been doing for the last few years, and that is what
I've become.  Now I don't want any one of them to be in her life.  Not a
one of them!  Most certainly not that sperm donor that told me he had a
condom on when he didn't!"

   I go to speak again and she covers my mouth.  "Let me finish."

   After a moment I give a nod and agree.  She moves her hand.

   "I want her to have a good life.  We had a good one for a while then
everything fell apart.  I hope that doesn't happen to her.  If it should
though, I want her to have had a happy childhood.  I want you to be in her
life.  Not her favorite uncle...  but her father.  If we don't tell her,
and Aunt Jean can keep her mouth shut about it, well maybe she won't find
out till she's old enough to handle it."

   I can't stand silent for that.

   "Why?  Why would you want to lie to her like that?  I will be there for
her.  I will be all but a father to her.  I will always be in her life. 
She doesn't have to call me Daddy for that to happen.  I can be her Uncle
Richy that loves her more than anything.  Why, Sis?"

   "I don't want her to have to understand why...Uncle Richy...  is
sleeping with Mommy."

   She places a finger on my lips.  "I want you in my life as well.  In my
life, in my arms...in my bed.  I...I really don't care what the world would
say about us, not even Aunt Jean but the truth is I don't want to have to
explain to my little girl why..."

   She sniffles.  "Why I fell in love with my brother."

   She looks at me, and then closing her eyes, sinks her head down on my
chest.  Listening to the thunder rage, I hold her as she cries.  I try to
wrap my head around what she's just told me.  I try to make it fit into the
shall do's and shan't do's that we were taught, and I can't.

   The idea of it goes full into the face of them.

   So I decide to abandon them.

   Because I won't abandon her.  Neither her...  nor my little...daughter?
The idea of that rolls across me then.  That my beautiful little Audry will
grow up calling me Daddy.  What an idea to try and swallow.  Most men have
a bit of time to come to grips with the idea of being a dad, but I don't
have that time.

   But then what difference will it make?  I was going to be there for her
anyway.  For as long as Terry was staying with me, I was...  till Terry
found another guy was always what I thought.

   Suddenly the idea of that sets a fire of rage in my heart.  The idea of
my beautiful sist....  girlfriend?  FiancÃ(C)e?  Wife?...What would it be?

   I don't know but the idea of losing her suddenly brings a fire before my
eyes.  The idea of Terry in another man's arms?  It's like bile in my
throat.  I look at the top of her head, and I lean up taking her with me.
She sits up but isn't looking at me.  Her head is down, her eyes red and
bloodshot, even in the dim light of the lantern.  The house rumbles around
us.  I think that alone brings her head up.  She looks at me, only briefly,
then looks away.

   "I'm sorry...I'm sorry, Richy.  I shouldn't have brought it up.  I
should have just kept my sick ideas to myself.  I should have known that a
man as wonderful as you wouldn't want a perverted-minded, stretch-mark
covered, secondhand slut like me as your wife," she says.

   There is only a foot between us.  Just that much.  I cross the distance
in under a second.

   She squeaks when I have her pinned back against the couch cushions with
one hand, and my other hand has her arm driven into the soft pillows with a
fierce strength.  I drive my tongue into her mouth, seeking hers.  My hand
moves from her arm to her shirt, and the last buttons holding it together
go flying as I fill my hand with her left breast.  I find the nipple that
was leaking milk into my hand earlier, and my fingers close on it.

   She squeaks again when I give it a sharp squeeze.

   I pull back from her mouth and look her in the eye.  My fingers are
still holding her by the nipple though not as hard.  Her hand has my hand
and is trying to pull it away.

   "Don't you ever say some shit like that about yourself in my presence
again!  Do you hear me?" I give her nipple a sharp pinch that makes her
wince.  "You are the most beautiful, wonderful, sexy-as-hell woman I have
ever known in my life!  You're a great mother, a pain-in-the-ass little
sister and the best thing that has happened to me in all my life!  I love
you more than life itself!

   "I want you to have everything that you could want.  I want your
daughter...our daughter to go to the best schools!  I want her to be proud
to point us out and say that's my parents.  I want...  I want her to know
that she has the best mother in the whole damn world!" I turn her loose and
move away from her then.

   I slide to the end of the bed and sit, looking into the dim light from
the lantern.  "I'm not good enough to give you all that," I say softly.

   Somehow I find myself lying flat on the bed, on my back with her
swinging her leg over the top of me, pinning me to the bed.  Her face is
just inches from mine.

   "Don't you ever say shit like that about...  yourself...  in my
presence! Do you hear me?" She pushes me into the mattress with her hands
wrapped around my wrist.

   "You're the most kind, strong, loving man in the whole damn world and
that you're my brother doesn't mean a goddamn thing towards the fact that I
want you as my husband and the father of my child!  I want you!  I need
you!" Her fingers loosen on my wrist.  "I can't live without you.  What
would I do?  What would I do without you Richy?  You've been everything to
me and to her from the moment I walked up and knocked on the door.  I..."
Tears from her eyes drop to land on my face.  They run down my cheek.  They
cross tracks with my own, and together they make the journey down the side
of my neck.  "I would do anything for you."

   Looking up into her face, my eyes roam across her familiar features...
familiar, but I feel almost like I'm seeing them for the first time.

   "May I hold you?  In my arms again?  Please?" I ask then.

   Terry looks down at me, blinking.  Slowly she nods and moves herself to
the side.  I scoot back up the bed, and she crawls up next to me.

   At first I think she's going to lie facing me, then she rolls over.  I
curl up behind her the way I was when I woke.  I try to place my hand on
her stomach, but she takes it and moves it to her chest.

   Her breast is heavy and hot under the palm of my hand.  Without thinking
about it, I gently start to massage the silk-soft skin.

   "That feels nice.  They're so tender, I can hardly stand to touch them
myself, but your hands feel wonderful," she says, leaning her head back
into place under my chin.

   Almost immediately, I feel a warm, wet sensation in my palm then across
my fingers.

   She gives a sigh after a moment.

   "I'm sorry."

   "For what?" I ask.  Leaning in, I place a soft kiss into the hair on the
top of her head.

   "I'm leaking milk," she says with a shrug.

   My finger tightens, and I feel a warm, wet trickle across them.

   "I know.  It's erotic as hell."

   She gives a little, huffing laugh.

   "Really?" she asks, not believing me.  Then she gives a deep moan as I
gently squeeze her whole breast under my hand.

   "Yes really.  I've been wondering for a month now what it would be like
to play with a woman's breast when they were like yours.  It's kind of
sexy."

   She chuckles.

   "Well, I guess that would explain why I have something very hard pressed
against my ass.  Did you like when it was between my cheeks earlier?" she
asks, grinding herself back against me a little.

   "I loved it till I woke up and realized it was you.  Then I was too
startled to enjoy it." I let my fingertips drift across the very wet skin
under my hand.  She moans then I feel her moving around.  Her pajama
bottoms and her panties slide down off her hips at one moment.  Then I feel
her hand around by my cock, and she gives the bulge a rub.

   "Well, here.  Enjoy it now," she says, giving the front of my sweats a
downward tug.  Hard as an iron bar, I pop out.  When I feel her fingers
take hold of me, I can't help but gasp.

   She guides me back to where I was before.  The warm feeling is doubled,
and there is a slick wetness between her cheeks.  I realize it's a mixture
of several types of passion.

   When she pushes back against me, I slide down the length of her till I
feel the head of my cock brush through her lips.  She gives a little moan.
Then I feel her flinch a little, sucking air between her teeth.

   "What?  Did I hurt you?" I ask pulling back from her.

   She wiggles back against me.

   "No.  Well, a little.  I'm still just a bit tender down there is all."
She moves back against me a bit harder, and I feel the head of me pushing
into her.  "Oh my...."

   She pushes against my hip as I start to push froward.

   "Gently.  That's not my pussy." She looks back over her shoulder at me.
I see a slow smile touch her lips.  "I've had a few guys use that doorway.
It's a bit painful to me but they all seemed to love it.  If you're gentle
you can, if you want to."

   I ease myself back out.  The feeling on the head of me was wonderful
but...no.

   Turning loose of her breast, I bring my hand down to rest on her hip
bone.

   "I won't hurt you for my pleasure," I tell her, caressing her hip.  The
warm soft skin gives under my fingers.  "I guess....  I'm not like the men
you've been with."

   She lays her hand on mine.

   "No you're not, big brother.  Not at all.  And because of that you can
do anything you want to me...I'll enjoy it, even if it hurts a bit." She
moves my hand back around to the cheek of her ass then pulls upward,
opening herself to me.  I feel the head of me touch that little divot
again.

   "Even love you forever?  That could hurt a lot," I say in a whisper.

   She swallows and gives a slow nod of her head.  Then I feel her hips
move, and she pushes her ass back against me till the head of me pops into
her.  The muscles open before me, and the warm heat of her wraps around me.
I can't stop myself from giving her a little push that makes her grunt. 
Then with a moaning sound she pushes back and slowly drives the rest of me
into her.

   "Just...Just...hold still...right there Richy," she says, breathing
quickly.

   "Terry, I don't want to hurt you," I tell her again.

   "If you hold still you won't.  Do I feel good to you?  Does it feel good
to be inside me like this?" she asks after a moment.

   Holding her hip, I feel her tighten up against me.

   "It feels wonderful," I say, giving into my own need to enjoy myself. 
Very slowly, I move my hand up from her hip, across her stomach under her
shirt and back to her breast.

   The bare skin in my hand feels wonderful.  The wet leaking nipple is a
hard point in my palm.  I give her breast a squeeze.

   Terry wiggles a bit then settles back against my chest.

   "Just hold me.  With yourself in me like this.  Just hold me."

   Buried to the hilt in my sister's ass, I snuggle into her and begin to
massage her breast.  I move from the one I'm holding to the other.

   Outside I know that the storm has gotten worse.  The clash of thunder is
almost a never-ending convulsion of rumblings.

   "Wish I could sleep like this," she says then.  "You holding me, buried
inside of me.  It would be wonderful to wake up stuffed and protected at
the same time."

   I feel a wonderful sensation at the base of me then I realize it's her
clenching and loosening herself on me.

   My fingers dripping with her milk I let my hand leave her breast and
send it south.  I let the soft skin under my finger take none of it away
till I feel her wet lips open and in-need bush under my thumb.

   I drip two milk-wet fingers into her then softly part the lips.

   "Oh, yes...Oh, Richy...yes."

   My two middle fingers sink into her then with wonderful, wet warmth. 
Then I feel a hard nub under my thumb and gently start to circle it.

   Terry starts to rock herself back against me then, moaning in time to my
circling.  Her ass, tight and wet, runs up then drifts back down the length
of me.

   Silly things, like the fact that the woman in my arms is my sister, fall
away to useless distractions as I start to give little pumps back against
that movement.  Her ass bumps into me as I come forward, and she gives a
little gasp.  A little catch of her breath.

   "Am I hurting you, Terry?" I ask, not sure I could stop if I was.  The
sensations I'm feeling are wonderful.

   "No.  Not in the least.  I just feel full.  You're so hard big brother,
so warm and hard." Her words disappear into a pant for breath.  "Harder."

   Not sure if she means what my fingers are doing, or my cock I decide to
go faster with both.

   Leaning my face into her hair, I suck in the coconut smell, my face is
awash with the now sweaty strands.  My breath is a hot, heavy pant on the
back of her neck.  I listen to the sounds she's making.  I feel a little
shudder then...then a second.

   "Oh fuck, yes...!" she moans.

   The inside of her tightens around my fingers as she reaches around and
grabs my hip, just as I push in.  She slams herself back against me, and
then catching hold of me, holds me still...so very deep inside her.

   Feeling her twitching and shaking in my arms, knowing that I've just
made my little sister cum...not once but from the feel of it several times
in a row...knowing that she is still cumming!

   Like a tight tingle, then a gripping of muscles, I start to cum.  I'm
clutching her to me, burying myself as deep into her as I can.  Slick wet
with her juices, I pull my fingers from her pussy and bring them back to
her breast.  Gripping the large, warm weight of it, I give her nipple a
squeeze and feel warm milk flow out onto my already slick fingers.

   I'm all but screaming her name as my cum leaves me.  Pulse after pulse,
I clutch her to me, hearing her cry out with each thrust.

   Slowly, in disjointed spasms, I feel myself slow and then stop.  Panting
into her wet hair I hold her to me.  I love the little shakes that make her
legs jump against mine.  The soft moans.  The way she pushes herself back
against me still, seeking more of my cock.

   After a moment I feel her move just a bit, and then the sheet is
drifting down across my shoulder.

   "Hold me like this, my lover.  Don't you turn me loose.  Please?" she
begs.

   Sweaty and panting I hug her to me and try to push myself deeper into
her.  I know that I will slip out at some point, but for now, I'm still
hard enough to stay in place.  She gives a soft murmur, and then her hands
are covering mine, holding my hand against her breast.

   I feel my eyes closing despite myself.  When I hear her breathing going
to a more even sound, I realize she's drifting off to sleep.

   I do the same.

   Outside the thunder rumbles on.

   I know that hours have passed when I awaken.  Opening my eyes I feel
something, and then realize it is her slowly pulling herself off of me.  I
stayed in her at least a little as we slept.  The gripping warmth must have
kept me securely held in place.

   The air of the basement is shockingly cold on my skin as I slip from
between her cheeks.

   "Where are you going?" I ask softly then.

   Her lips are on mine, her mouth a warm soft kiss.  Then she brushes my
cheek and her words are a warm whisper by my ear.

   "To the bathroom.  I'll be right back," she says.

   Nodding, I lean back in the bed, and when she turns up the lanterns, I
watch the curve of my sister's ass as she walks away.

   The reality of what I've done settles on me after she's out of sight.

   "Holy shit," I say to myself in a whisper.

   Turning, I sit up on the side of the sleeper and rub at my face with my
hands.  Memories of what we did comes in flashes of pleasure.

   The pounding on the door startles me severely.

   "Hello in the house!"

   Getting up I grab my sweat pants from under the sheets at the foot of
the sleeper and struggle my way back into them.

   "Hello in the house!"

   "Yea, I'm coming, give me just a second," I call as I slip my shirt over
my head.

   The big metal door opens with a breath of pine scented wind.

   The police officer has a rain net over his hat.  Is the first thing that
I notice.

   "Is everyone alright in here?" he asks, giving the inside of the shelter
a look.  "Smart," he says with a nod.

   "Yea, we're fine," I say with a smile.

   Audry Marie decides at that moment to wake up.  Her cries ring out
loudly in the shelter.

   "One second," I tell him holding up a hand.

   He nods.

   My little girl looks up at me as I lift her from the carrier.  She
reaches for my face as I shift her into my arms.

   "Is she hungry?  I heard her all the way up at the top of the stairs. 
Oh!" Terry stops and pulls her long t-shirt down just a bit as she sees the
officer at the open doorway.

   He politely turns to look away.

   "Just checking on everyone, ma'am.  Going house to house," he says.

   Terry gives me a look as she fishes her pajama bottoms from under the
sheets and pulls them on.

   "You can turn back around officer, I'm decent," she says.  I hand her
Audry Marie.  "Yea, I think she's wet and hungry."

   I nod.

   "You go talk to him I'll take care of her," she tells me.

   Grabbing up my shoes I slip them on and walk outside to where the
officer is looking over at my neighbor's house.

   "Do you know if anyone's at home over there?" He asks gesturing with the
long black flashlight he's holding.  "I knocked but didn't get an answer."

   "No.  They went to the Smoky Mountains for the weekend.  They asked me
to watch their house for them.  Looks like I didn't do a good job," I say,
looking at the fact that half of their shingles are torn away.

   "That they have a house is lucky.  That you have one is as well.  Four
tornadoes came through this state last night.  We've got damages all over
the place."

   "Anyone died?  I heard something about someone at a subdivision near
here," I ask.

   The officer nods.

   "He was an old man, out walking his dog.  Wind snapped a rotten tree in
half.  I don't think he ever knew what hit him.  Look, from what I've heard
the power is going to be out here probably for the rest of the week.  We've
got at least a hundred trees down on lines that I've heard about.  They
also shut off the gas to this area.  Lot of lines torn out the ground when
trees uprooted.  Will you and your family be all right here?  They are
setting up a shelter at the school gymnasium."

   "We should be fine.  I have some emergency supplies, and I'll get my
grill going with some of the meat from the freezer.  Might as well cook it
before it spoils," I say.

   He gives a nod then gestures toward the house across the street.  I see
the guy's car sitting in his driveway.

   "I talked to the fella over there.  He said you were out cutting limbs
with a saw after the first storm came through.  That was dangerous.  We
still had live lines in the area then," he gives me a look.

   "I was trying to help.  Some of the people in this area are elderly," I
say with a shrug.

   He nods.  Then hold out his hand to me

   "Thank you for that help.  Now go take care of your family.  We got
this. Hell, from what I hear we got volunteers coming in from seven
states," he says with a little huff.  "We're going to need em."

   "Yea.  Just from what I've seen it's a mess," I say, nodding.

   I turn and start back towards the house, but he calls after me quietly.

   "Young man...Do you have a gun?" he asks.

   After a moment I nod.

   "Keep it close when night falls.  There are some places just a few miles
away that are this badly hit if not worse, and some of the people there
might not be as nice as some would wish." He pats the holster at his side.
"I didn't say that to you, if you understand me."

   "I understand.  Thank you again."

   "No problem.  Tell your pretty wife I said I'm sorry for embarrassing
her," he says with a smile.

   "She's my....  I will." Smiling, I nod and head back to the house.  I
close and lock the big door behind me.

   Terry is sitting on the bed holding Audry Marie to her breast.  I slip
off my shoes and sit on the end of the sleeper.

   "I had thought about coming back down naked to surprise you.  Glad I
didn't.  I think the nice officer would have swallowed his mustache," she
says mischievously.

   "And I think you would have been the same color as my car." Chuckling, I
get up.

   "Where are you going?" she asks tilting her head.

   "Want breakfast?" I ask.

   "Breakfast!  Yes, yes." She nods vigorously which makes Audry Marie
jiggle which makes her cry.  Terry shifts her to the other breast, and she
settles.  Suddenly I'm envying the baby her meal.  It holds a lot more
appeal to me than the one I'm going to cook.

   I glance up when I hear a chuckle.

   "Feed me, and I'll see to it you can have some," Terry says reading my
mind.  She quirks her mouth.  "Though why you would want to, I don't know."

   I give a shrug and slip my shoes back on.

   The grill cooks a skillet of bacon and eggs.  Not bad at all.  With two
tall glasses of milk, the normal kind, and some toast that I don't burn too
badly, we eat sitting out on the back patio.

   "I would like a swimming pool," she says out the blue.  "And keep the
hot tub to have fun in." She lifts her fork and points to the corner of the
yard.  "Maybe over there."

   Half closing my eye I can picture it.

   "That would be nice.  Maybe a play area for Audry to have a swing set,"
I add.

   I watch my sister looking around the backyard.  I can see her eye laying
out the yard with things like a kitchen garden and place to grow the roses
that Mom loved, and that we both feel lost without the smell of.  I might
even be able to get some cuttings off Mom's.  The people that bought the
old house are friendly enough.

   "Are we really going to try this?" she asks me then.  "I want it.  I
want us to have a life here but..."

   "But what?  Having second thoughts?" I ask.  "It wasn't all that long
ago you were saying that you wanted to be my wife."

   "No.  I still want that.  I'm just...worried.  Maybe it was seeing that
cop that brought the fact that what we did is against the law to mind."

   Smiling, I give a shrug.

   "I can't say that it doesn't worry me as well.  But I think the state
has better things to do than hunt down incest.  I mean, we've got mayors
and governors that need to be arrested.  They're a little busy." I scrape
together the last of my breakfast.  "Bigger question."

   Terry looks up.  She follows my eyes to Audry lying in her carrier next
to us.

   "What do we tell her?" I ask, sitting back, looking at the little,
sleeping face.  "Will she call me Uncle or Daddy?"

   "Daddy.  I want her to know you as her father!"

   "Okay...and what happens when she finds out I'm not?  When in the
passing of years she finds out the truth?  What will that lie...no group of
lies do to her?  To find out the man you're calling Father isn't your
father but is related to you because he's Mom's brother?  The therapy bill
will be a bitch."

   Terry looks down at the little sleeping girl.

   "Maybe we could put money away for it, like a college fund," she says.

   Smiling, I chuckle.

   "I don't have the answers, Richy.  I just know what my heart's telling
me I want." Her hand comes across the little plastic table to mine.  "And
that's you."

   I give her fingers a squeeze.

   "I want the same." I look up at her and give a quirky smile.  "I just
don't want us to be going into this eyes shut.  There will be a lot of
problems."

   "Such as?" she asks, holding my hand.

   "What about other children?" I feel my teeth sink into my bottom lip. 
"I kind of like the whole dad thing, the more I get my head around it. 
What happens when I get you pregnant?  I loved being inside your ass last
night, but I wanted to be between your thighs so bad it hurt," I tell her
with a grin.  I love the blush, the downward eyes, and then the grin that
crosses her face as she looks back up at me.

   She gives a little shrug.

   "Pregnancy wasn't so fun that I want to do it over and over, but...maybe
once or twice more wouldn't be too bad.  It might be nice to have a little
boy.  That way she has a brother to watch after her and keep her from
getting into trouble."

   "Would they be alright?  I mean, us being this close related, would the
baby be alright?" I ask, looking down at my perfect child.  I wish I could
see all that is before her.  I feel a sudden tightening in my chest at the
idea that I will one day walk her down the aisle to get married.

   "I don't know.  I think inbreeding takes more than one generation to
cause problems.  I could be as wrong as right.  We will have to look it up.
I don't think we can ask Dr.  Brooks."

   I picture the expression the old family doctor's face if he learned that
the two of us were talking about having children.  Then I think back to the
time I had to go to him with a STD scare.  He had been sympathetic,
understanding, and didn't ask more than he had to.

   "He might just surprise us," I say.

   I get up and gather up the plates.  I walk into the kitchen and fill up
the sink.  The hot water won't last long, so I wash them cold.

   I feel my sister's arm come around my stomach and her weight rest up
against my back.

   "I love you, Richy," she says softly.

   Any hesitancy I might have had falls to the wayside with those words.  I
will take it a day at time.  I will do whatever it takes.  Hard work, hard
words.  Even the idea of jail does nothing to still my need to be there for
this lovely woman.

   I turn and pull her to my chest.  I bury my face in her hair and hold
her to me.  My hands run down her back caressing the valley where her spine
ends and her ass begins.

   Terry looks up at me, and I see a smile in her eyes, and then it graces
her mouth.

   "Do you love me, Richy?"

   "I will always love you," I tell her, my hand coming up to brush back
her hair.

   "Kiss me?"

   I smile and lean into her.  All the years of memories behind us where
something like this would have been ridiculous even to think about give me
a moment's pause.

   Then our lips touch.

   With a passion-filled heat I pull her to me and bury my mouth against
hers.  I part my lips when I feel her tongue brush them.  My hand drops
down her hip, and I fill it with the soft cheek of her ass.  Her leg comes
up against my side.

   Leaning back against the sink, I love the warmth of her as she leans
into my chest.

   Our kiss becomes a smile from both lips as little Audry Marie lets us
know she has been ignored for long enough.

   Her face against the side of my neck, Terry rubs my chest.

   "You fixed breakfast, so I'll see to her." She leans back from me a bit.
"You still smell like pine mulch.  Do we have hot water?"

   "Till the tank cools." I bring my hands down to rest on her hip.  I look
over to my crying daughter.  She's giving her little feet kicks, demanding
attention.

   "Go get a shower.  Don't use up all the hot water, please.  I want one
as well." Her hand runs down my chest.  I arch up drawing in breath as her
hand wraps my cock.  "But don't use too much cold water either."

   I watch my sister's ass when she leans over the car carrier to get the
squalling baby out.  Her pregnancy filled out her jeans a bit to give her a
wonderful looking butt.

   Lucky or insane?  Not sure yet.

   I head up to the bathroom, grabbing towels out the hall linen closet on
the way.

   ** ** ** ** ** ** **

   Sitting on the vanity with a towel around my hips and a second around my
neck, I watch Terry turning under the shower head.  The squiggly glass
breaks up her image just enough to make me wish I had gotten a clear-glass
door.  I look down at her clothes scattered across the floor and out into
the hall.

   Her hair rinsed, she turns off the shower.  I hand her a towel as she
opens the door.  I watch her dry her face then under her arms.  Her little
feet, the toenails a brilliant red, grip the towel under her feet as she
steps out.

   "Like what you see?" she asks me grinning as she pats her breast with
the towel.

   Smiling, I nod.

   "We need a bigger shower.  I had thought to join you, but..." she
shrugs.

   I look past her at the little cubicle of a shower.  Till now it's been
big enough.  When she had opened the door naked and tried to get inside
with me, I realized that was not true.

   I watch her wrap up her hair into a little turban.  I let my eyes run
down her body.  I've seen her in bathing suits all our lives, but this
moment feels like I've never really seen her.

   After a second she quirks an eyebrow at my inspection.

   "Another towel please," she says after a moment.

   I start to give her one, and then stop and set it back down.  I let my
eyes go back to admiring her body.

   Terry blushes and smiles at the pleasure of being watched.  She turns
around giving me the full view then, as I watch, she runs a hand up her
side and across her breast.  The nipple rises to attention after her hand
passes.

   "My god, you're beautiful," I tell her in a near whisper.

   Terry walks over and presses her bare legs against my thighs.  I open
them, letting her move closer.  The towel parts till I feel my cock touch
her stomach just above the patch of curls.

   Looking into her eyes, I lean forward and revel in the feeling of her
mouth against mine.  The soft kisses growing in need second by second.

   Her hands open my towel all the way letting it fall to either side of
me.

   I gasp as she kneels down.  Her breasts slip across my cock and thighs.
I feel the nipples hard against my skin.

   Looking down I watch the unbelievable.  My sister...my sweet younger
sister, her eyes taking in every inch of me.  Every vein, every curve.  Her
fingertips are moving me around gently.

   I catch my breath when I see her lick her lips.  I feel my breath
quicken as she leans forward.

   I can't really feel the soft kiss of her lips.  It's just a bit of
pressure on the head.  But then, when her tongue gives the underside a
light lick, I do.  Lord, do I.

   Her fingers curl around the base of me then she looks up.

   "I can't stand it when a guy forces it down my throat.  I like to do
this, but that's my one rule.  Okay?" she asks.

   "Got you," I say, nodding.  I take a deep breath as she looks back down
then ask, "Are you okay with a hand on your head so long as I don't push?"

   Leaning, she licks around the head, her pink tongue light as a feather
on me, but the feeling is like soft silk.  She places a hard kiss on the
head.  The tip of her tongue licks across the hole.  Giving her lips a
lick, she looks back up at me.

   "That will be fine.  If you push, I'll bite you to let you know not to
do it again," she threatens.

   I grin a little.

   "Not a good idea.  I like the feeling of a woman's teeth on me," I say.

   Looking up at me, she blinks.

   "Really?  The guys I've done this for have been adamant that they didn't
want to feel teeth," she says.

   I smile.

   "A little scraping the skin, maybe a nibble every once and awhile.  Yea,
I enjoy it.  I even like a little pressure bite.  Kind of lets me know you
are in control down there," I tell her with a shrug.

   Terry looks up at me and slowly smiles.

   "I like that idea.  Me being in control."

   I lean back against the vanity mirror as she takes the head of me into
her mouth.  I watch her face as inches of me disappear into her mouth. 
Then I gasp as the suction makes her cheeks suck in.  Her tongue is dancing
along the underside of me.

   Bringing my hand around her, I rest my hand on the towel turban then let
it go to the back of her neck.

   The steamy air of the room is frigid as I leave her mouth.  I smile when
I watch her give the side of me a little bite.  Her teeth scrape the skin,
and then I flinch as she gives the skin a nip.

   She licks the spot she bit then looks up at me.

   "Like that?" she asks.

   "Oh yea.  Just like that," I say on a breath.

   "Good because that was fun."

   I just relax as she starts to work me with long licks, sharp suction,
and little nips of the skin that have me flinching.  I feel her fingers
slowly stroking me at the base.  I moan as her mouth leaves the head and
her tongue runs down the whole length.  I wince at the slightly-too-hard
nip she gives to my skin at the base.

   My hand finds the edge of her towel, and I pull it away from her head. I
grab a handful of her hair and pull her up sharply as she sinks her teeth
into the sack.

   She pulls my skin up with her.

   I love the look in her eyes when hers meet mine.

   "Too hard?" she asks with a smirk.

   "No," I say, smiling back.  "The head's getting dry."

   I use her hair to guide my cock back into her smiling lips.

   "Oh, the poor thing," she says, just as her lips touch.

   I gasp, then moan as she takes me halfway into her mouth.  I let my
fingers slip loose so she doesn't feel forced.  I feel her lips smile
around me when I do.  She gives little nod of her head, and I shiver as
even more of me goes into her mouth.

   Looking down, I see her lips against the top of her fingers.

   "God, that feels wonderful."

   She pulls off and looks up at me.

   "Pickle practice makes perfect."

   Laughing, I fall sideways on the vanity top, my elbow in the second
sink. Blushing and laughing, she backs away, and then leans forward, her
arms under her breasts, clutching herself as I roll off the sink and drop
to the floor, still laughing.  She backs into the tile and slides down to
the floor.  She leans over till she is lying down as well.

   As I wipe tears from my eyes I notice where I'm lying.  I slip forward
those last two feet and bury my face between Terry's legs.

   "Oh my God!"

   Fresh from the shower, I taste a bit of the body wash she uses, but the
overpoweringly sweet taste of her drives it away in moments.  I catch her
thighs and pull her in close.  I move her just a bit, and when her legs
open, I drive my tongue into her as deep as I can get it to go.  I pull
back and suck in her inner lips letting my tongue lash at them.

   Then I feel her shift.

   Her mouth comes back onto me, and I moan into her.  I roll us a bit, and
she moves a little.  When her thighs open to either side of my head I catch
both cheeks of her ass and just begin to devour everything in my reach. 
Outer lips, inner lips, the incredibly hot and wet depths of her, all of
these receive the touch of my lips.

   Then I feel the whole length of me get driven into the back of her
mouth. I feel her hand curl around my balls, massaging them.  She can hold
me in her mouth only for a moment then she is raking the length of me with
her teeth.  They catch the head, and back down I go into her mouth!

   I try not to writhe under her as I caress her back and ass.  I try to
concentrate on what I'm doing.  I truly do.

   But I fail in both.  I'm all but screaming into her.  I move my mouth
and go after her clit with all the force that she is using on me.  The moan
down the length of me tells me it's a move well received.

   Sucking, licking, I work Terry's clit in my mouth then abandon it for
her inner lips again.  Then I'm arching my neck and trying to lick to the
end of her.  I feel her scream of pleasure.  I feel her fingernails clawing
into the side of my thighs, gripping my legs to hold her down on me.

   Her thighs under my hands start to shake.

   "Richy....  oh dear god Richy!"

   She leaves my cock and sits up on my face.  Her fingernails raking my
belly with eight lines of fire.

   The scream that flies from her throat is almost frightening.  In the
small bathroom with the hard tile it echoes again and again.  I hold tight
to her thighs and suck her clit for everything I have as I try to hold onto
her.  She's grinding herself into my mouth and face.  I'm awash with her
passions.  Over and over I hear her cry out.

   Her hand goes to my cock, and the grip she takes is painfully tight. 
Then she is leaning back down onto me, her mouth making an incredible
suction.  I make the noises now.  I have abandoned my efforts to please her
anymore.  I can only moan and moan louder.

   I drop my hand from her ass and grab a loose towel.  I rend the cloth in
a grip that would have left bruises on her.

   Feeling like the switch has been thrown on the electric chair, I arch my
hips up off the tile floor and my ass clenches as I feel an almost painful
surge leave me to cover her tongue.

   Again and again and again.  I feel every bit of my strength leaving me
and flowing into her.  Finally, I simply collapse and just try to catch my
breath.  She lays her head on my thigh, and with the head of me in her
mouth, gently nurses on the end of me.  Licking softly the last drops that
ooze out into her mouth.  Her hand starts to brush up and down my thigh.

   Turning my head, I kiss the inside of her thigh then rest my bruised
nose on her soft skin.

   I very much do feel the kiss she places this time on the head of my
cock.

   "Richy?"

   "Yea, my love?" I ask, panting.

   "I think I would like to go to bed now."

   "Yea.  That sounds good." I try to move a bit, but give up after a half
second.  "Then again sleeping here sounds good as well."

   She shifts a bit then lays back down.

   "That might be for the best," she agrees.

   Then Audry Marie starts to cry in the other room.

   With a sigh I give her ass a pat, and she reluctantly slides off me.

   Reaching, I catch the side of the sink and pull myself up onto my wobbly
legs.  I hold down my hand to help her up, but she gives a protesting moan.

   Smiling, I lean down and scoop her up into my arms.  It takes energy I
don't have, but I somehow manage to stand back up.  I stumble a bit then
manage to walk steady the rest of the way to the bedroom.

   Laying my still-quivering sister on the end of the bed, I go see to my
daughter.

   ** ** ** ** ** ** **

   Terry's naked body is a warm, welcome pressure against me when I awaken.
I listen for a moment to see if I hear Audry Marie fussing.  That has been
what has woken me more often than not of late.

   As I go to move, I realize that the fact I'm hard as hell is the cause
of me waking.

   "You're poking me," says Terry sleepily.

   Smiling I look down into her sweet face.  Her eyes are still closed, but
there are faint hints of a smile at her lips.

   "And a good morning to you as well," I say, leaning in to kiss her nose.

   "You're still poking me," she says as her fingers caress the hairs on my
chest.  "Umm...fuzzy." She snuggles back into me.

   "I didn't think you minded it when I poked you in the morning." I let my
hand brush through her soft hair watching the little patterns of color
shifting.

   "Well I don't...when you find a hole.  You're kind of in my hipbone. 
Not really an erogenous zone there, bright boy," she says sarcastically.

   Grinning, I run my hand down her side, caressing the soft curve, letting
my thumb follow the dip into the valley between her thighs.

   "Oh really?"

   She chuckles and snuggles in a bit deeper as I begin a long massage of
first her hip then up her ribs.  She leans back with a soft moan as my hand
drifts further out and then finally onto her breast.  My hands play with
the warm skin till I feel her nipple rise like a growing bump between the
passing fingers.  I give it a pinch between my thumb and forefinger and
feel a deep sense of pleasure at the moan it brings from her.

   As I massage her breast Terry starts to rub her face into my chest,
letting soft, half-begging sounds start to escape her lips.

   "Oh, you have no idea how good that feels, big brother.  They are so
swollen and sore."

   When I feel a wet feeling under my fingers, I suddenly know what I want
to do.  The idea of it has come to me so many times of late, but there has
never seemed to be the right moment.

   Sliding down in the bed a bit, I hear her make a questioning sound as my
face passes hers.  Then her hands are in my hair, the fingers tightening,
and she arches her chest up towards my face as she realizes what I have in
mind.

   Her nipples are dark and puffy looking, the nub already wet with a
small, clear, white bead.  My tongue flicks it up but it's not enough to
give a true taste.  Leaning down I take her warm skin into my mouth letting
my tongue circle it.  Then I suck.

   Almost like taking a sip of coffee from a large straw, hot liquid flows
into my mouth.  I pause for a second to taste.  Not sweet...not bitter...it
is milk but...

   "Well?  You've been wanting to do that for a couple of months now.  What
do you think?" she asks.

   Cupping the side of her breast I give it a squeeze as I suck as hard as
I can.  My mouth is suddenly pulling a warm, steady flow into it.  I
swallow and suck for more even as I hear her cry out and clutch at my head.

   Warm, sweet, sour, milky...  no words I can find describe it just
perfectly.  All I know is I want more.  I want to drink from her till I
can't.  Very quickly I lose the taste, and it's simply wet warmth filling
my mouth with every suck.  I'm soon nursing on her, pull and release, pull
and release.  Terry is now moaning continuously.  Her nipple giving me
burst of milk with every pull.

   "Oh my god, Ricky!  That feels incredible." Panting, she digs her nails
into my hair holding me tight to her breast.  As if I would ever leave this
source of pleasure.  She brings one of her hands down to the side of her
breast and is holding it in place.  Feeding me her nipple.

   My hand drifts away, over and past her fingers, down across her belly,
my thumb dipping briefly in passing into her navel.  The soft curls, only
so recently growing back in, are like velvet under my fingers, and then
like a barrel over Niagara, they drop into the wet depths.  My god is she
wet!  Wetter by far than any woman I have ever fingered.

   Suddenly, her hand tightens and she's pulling my head away from her
nipple and guiding it to the other.

   "This one now!"

   The contrast between this nipple and the one I've been nursing on is
sudden, but vanishes almost instantly as I start to pull milk from it.  I
can feel the warm, wet skin under my cheek.  This one must have been
leaking like mad while I sucked the other one.

   My mouth is quickly swamped with warm milk as I pull from this one.  I
now see that the flow had nearly stopped from the other one and I had been
simply pulling thinner and thinner milk from her.  The warm...  warm like
slightly cooled coffee or about like hot chocolate...  it's the comforting
warmth that has me raging hard.

   "Oh my fucking God!" she cries towards the ceiling as I feel her body
close tight around my fingers.  Her nails dig into my scalp hard enough to
hurt, and she screams out towards the ceiling again.  No words this time,
simply a guttural begging for release from the pleasure that is tormenting
her and a hope that it never comes.

   "You've got to stop, you've got to stop, oh my god you've got to stop."
She says, panting.

   Sitting up I let her nipple pop from my mouth.  Almost instantly her
hand drives my mouth back down.

   "Not that!  The fingers!"

   Laughing, I pull the three fingers I have inside her out with a wet gush
of her passion filling my palm.  Without thought, I let that wet hand go to
my cock.  How hard and thick I am is almost a surprise to me.  The warm
wetness of my hand is a relief to the horrible aching need I'm feeling.

   But it's not enough.

   Moving with a bit of speed, I slide myself up and on top her.

   "What...?" her eyes pop open.

   My mouth leaves her breast and my eyes lock on hers as I open her thighs
with my hands.  I see them widen for a half-second then her head is thrown
back and a cry of lust and pleasure tears its way from her throat as I
plunge into her in one hard thrust.

   Terry's nails dig into my sides as I start to pump into her.  I want to
go slow.  I want to be more gentle to her.  I want all of these things. 
But at the moment, my body doesn't give a damn about my wants.  It wants to
cum!

   And I can see after about a second that Terry wants me to do that very
thing.  She looks into my eyes and pulls me down into her mouth.  Her lips
are hot and her breath comes to meet mine as our tongues are suddenly
wrestling for supremacy.

   Then her mouth is gone.  It's just as suddenly by my ear, and she's
clutching me tightly to her.

   "Fuck me, Richy!  Please...just fuck me.  I've wanted you to do this for
so long." Her words are a hot breath next to my ear.

   Needing no spur, I let a rhythm build.  Her hands leave my sides and go
to my back.  I know I will have claw marks to show for this bit of incest,
but I don't care.  She is so very warm and wet that she could claw me
bloody, and I would not mind.

   Harder and harder, deeper and deeper, I feel every inch of me drive into
my sweet sister's body.  She is arching herself up and onto me with every
thrust.  I love the sound that we make as our mutual need finds satiation.
Two separate cries that blend with a harmony into a song of lust-driven
desire.

   Harder and harder each thrust is given.  Harder and harder each thrust
is received and given back.  She caresses, claws, then caresses some more.
My back is a fire that is just enough of a distraction that I find myself
having to really work to get to what I want.

   Then she is moaning, crying, begging and whimpering next to my ear.

   "Oh, Richy.  Oh, Richy.  Oh, brother.  I'm cumming.  Oh fu...ck!"

   As she pulls me tight into her and clutches to me like a person
drowning, I feel my thighs tighten, and I arch up and deeper into her.

   With a guttural cry that strips my throat, I feel myself emptying into
my sister.  Small thrusts drive every surge as deep into her as I can. 
Then lack of air starts to hit.  I feel a need to almost weep, and I wish
this could last forever.  I feel her very much crying under me.  She is
chanting my name in a soft whisper against my chest.

   I want to move over and lie next to her, but I suddenly feel like all
strength as left me.  Left me and flowed into her.

   "Ricky?"

   I take a long breath to find air to speak.

   "Give me just a second and I'll move." I say figuring that what she
wants.

   When her fingers clutch at my sore back, I realize it isn't and look
down into her face.

   Her eyes are swimming with tears.  Letting my weight rest on my elbows,
I bring a hand to her face and brush at the tear tracks.

   "What is it?" I ask, softly caressing sweaty strand of hair back.

   "I love you." She says, her hands going to my face.

   Smiling, I lean in and kiss her lips.  A simple kiss that tells her all
I feel and more.  When we part after a second though, I give voice to those
feeling just to be sure.

   "I love you too." I look into her eyes.  "My beautiful wife."

   She smiles.

   "My handsome husband."

   Then we both slowly grin as Audry Marie starts to cry.

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