Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience.
 
 Title: Ten Miles Beyond the Asphalt


Summary: The family cabin needed repairs, so did the family. 


Keywords:inc,fic,erotic,hot





   Ten miles beyond the Asphalt

   *BUZZ*

   With a sigh, I shifted my cup of coffee to the other hand and dug my
phone out my pocket.  Tapping the screen, I shifted to my messages and
looked at the one waiting.

   *BUZZ*

   Two waiting.  Sigh.  Tap.

   ~ Mom: You father broke his hip on the riding lawn mower.  Call me!!~

   Eyes wide, I absently opened the second message.
~Mom: NOW!!!!~
Looking at the screen, I noticed my dorm mate Kevin was watching me over
the top of his Chem1 book.  I mouthed the word "Mom" and he rolled his eyes
to the ceiling.  Two years sharing a room with me at college had given

Kevin about the same appreciation of my family that I had.

   *BUZZ*

   "Alright already, give me half a chance," I muttered to myself as I
brought up Mom's cell phone number and dialed her.

   One ring-a-dingy, two ring-a ...

   "Jake!"

   "From State Farm, how can I help you?" Holding the phone in the crook of
my wrist, I keyed the speaker's phone for Kevin's benefit.

   "Not funny.  Today least of all." The annoyance in my mom's voice was
the exact tone I expected.  "I need your help, Jake."

   "Ah ...  how about the 'How's dad' report first?" Hearing an exasperated
huff from her, I decided this was going to be a conversation requiring more
coffee so I took a sip.  "The lawn mower?"

   Huge sigh.  "Yes, the mower.  Your father was cutting the side of Mr. 
Philip's yard, got too far up on that steep incline and it rolled over on
top of him.  We're here at County Memorial; he's in surgery right now. 
They're putting a pin in there or something.  Then he's going to be in a
cast.  Jake, your dad made a promise to your Uncle Tim and Aunty Elena that
they can use the winter cabin.  You know the shape it's in after the spring
storms.  Your dad was frantic that I call you and get you to go make the
summer repairs."

   Across the room, Kevin dropped his textbook to the bed beside him and
rolled up on his side gripping his belly he was laughing so hard.  Silently
laughing, true, but hard.  Ignoring him, I glanced at the wall calendar by
the closet door.  With a terrible upwelling of sadness the picture of me at
the beach--from last year, surrounded by girls that I had pinned to it--
seemed to fade into the distance.  Almost as if the wall of the dorm room
was rushing off into that beautiful Florida sunset behind my happy image.

   "Jake?"

   Grasping at straws, I tossed out the only idea I had.  "Is there a
reason that Uncle Tim can't make the repairs?  Him and his clan of
misguided children."

   "Jake!  Do not talk about your cousins that way.  And no, Tim is out on
the platform.  20 days on then 10 days off, all the way till September. 
And your Dad said he didn't trust any of his nephews to be there with his
brother off drilling oil."

   I nodded the truth of that.  I wouldn't trust them there with their dad.
Uncle Tim's just as likely to get ....

   "Jake, yes or no?  I have to tell your dad," My mom's voice nearly got
drowned out by an approaching ambulance's siren.  I could easily picture
her standing outside by the ER at the hospital.  "We can't really afford to
hire someone but you know how your dad is when it comes to a promise.  So?"

   With a sigh for the guilt trip and for my lost summer vacation, I
resigned myself to it.  "Yeah.  Sure.  Tell Dad I've got it handled."

   "Excellent.  I'll let him know." I heard her pass through a doorway and
the sound of wind died.  "Be sure to stop by the house; the truck and
trailer was already packed with the supplies.  I'll be here till they
release him so I might not be home yet; the truck key is by the light
switch in the living room."

   "On the hook where it always hangs, yeah mom I know," I thought but
didn't say.  Rolling my eyes, I looked at Kevin who had finally contained
his laughter and was just shaking his head at me.  "Tell Dad I said to get
better and that I also said maybe he need to go back to dirt track racing
and leave landscaping to the pros.  "

   "Ha, Ha.  " Her tone, dry humorless laughter aside, conveyed that she
was going to not tell him.  "I'll tell him you love him and to get well. 
Okay, I've got to go; they just called for the Reese family.  Bye."

   "Bye ...."

   Looking at the call disconnected signal banner I keyed the phone off. 
When I looked up, Kevin was giving me a disgusted smirk.

   "Your family is a Shakespearian tragedy," he said.

   "Really?  I've always seen us more as a Mel Brooks movie.  But then I've
had ringside seats for twenty years."

   He sat up and put his book on the desk next to him.  "How exactly does
an ex-champion motocross racer like Dan Danger Reese manage to break a
hip cutting grass?" Kevin pointed to the laptop.  "Dude, I've seen the
videos of him racing; the man was insanity on two wheels."

   "That's half the problem.  He has no 'stop should I do this' button."
Swallowing the last cold coffee dregs I tossed the cup into the black wire
trash can by my desk.  Brown circle stains instantly appeared on the
crumpled, discarded, copies of my latest attempts at a new hobby.

   Haiku poems should not sound like knock-knock jokes.

   Getting up, I moved over to the window and looked out at the
rain-drenched campus.  "Dad helps out in the neighborhood cutting grass for
the people too old to do it.  One of them, Mr.  Philips, lives on the hill
at the end of the street.  Half his yard is steep; the other half could be
called a cliff."

   "And you dad, who spent years going up far worse, doesn't give it a
thought." He grinned.  "And now, because of that, you're not going to get
to go to the beach and get laid all summer."

   "Nope.  Joy thy name is me." I absently watched a trail of rainwater
leak in through the window's crappy seals and run down the inside of the
glass to stain the already stained wall.  "Instead, I will be fixing broken
door hinges, patching missing cedar shingles and, my personal favorite,
painting an entire cabin with Thompson's water seal.  Three coats minimum,
every year."

   There was a chuckle behind me.  "Dude, that sucks balls."

   Looking at my own reflection in the crying glass, I could only agree.

   ~Rain weeps, glass melts

   Tall grass shatters hope

   Summer dreams die unborn~

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

   Every year the roads up to the family's cabin look a little different.
Civilization trying it's damnedest to claw its way up the road towards
Reese Mountain.  A new road sign or maybe the power line poles will have
inched another post further.  This year it was a place where someone had
clear cut some timber.  A huge square of tree stumps where hundred-year-old
trees had stood the winter before.  Through that break in the foliage, I
saw the cloud scrapping rocky spire that has born my family name, in one
spelling or another, for about two centuries.

   Great, great, great, whatever granddad bought it from the French fur
trader/owner who held claim to it before him.  The family story says it was
bought for two bundles of buffalo hides and five pounds of tobacco.

   The fur trader got the better deal.

   Oh, not that there is anything wrong with the mountain.  No Indian
burial grounds, no visiting alien mother ships playing music and flashing
lights.  Nope, not one thing wrong with a lump of granite and quartz in the
backside of nowhere, that spends more than half the year topped with snow.
Except that, there is no one that lives even fucking close to it.  Not full
time anyway.  Like us, there are a few people that keep winter cabins up in
the tree edge.  The skiing is truly awesome come November.  Snowmobiling,
snowboarding, snowman making, snow cone selling ...  hell, if it has the
word snow tacked to it you can do it here from late fall to late spring.

   And the nearest thing female at this time of year is an hour back down
the road I'm driving on and her name is Imogen Frump.  Now the chance of
bumping genitals with an eighty-year-old, prune-faced, disgruntled postal
worker aside, shall we call it fairer-gender-challenged around here.  Can
you tell I'm a little pissed that my nose isn't buried in some Coppertone
smelling girl's ass about now?  Is it obvious?

   Turning the old Ford up Quarry Road, (the very last road with a name on
this trip); I downshifted as the gradient increased twice in the next
hundred feet.  All uphill both ways from here on out.  Behind me, the
trailer loaded with supplies bounced over rocks the truck cleared. 
Remember the year dad spent two hours backtracking to get a trailer tire
fixed; I slowed down and stopped musing on lost pussy.  Someone badly
needed to get a road grader out of storage and give this damn patch of
compacted ground masquerading as a road a good scraping.

   Cussing the potholes that jarred my fillings, I fought the steering
wheel back straight.

   Sigh.

   "So it begins."

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

   A unicycle with a foot long dildo attached would have done less damage
to my prostate than that fucking road.  I bounced the last half mile,
driving past thinner and thinner trees.  And as always there were some
foolish saplings trying to take root in the middle of the road.  I took out
my grievances by maliciously grinding their young lives away under my
tires. Vengeance is mine so sayeth the Lord my ass!  And Smokey the Bear
can go fuck himself, I'll burn all these mother fuckers given a chance. 
I've fucking had it, already.  Die you tree from hell.  DIE!

   I rounded the last turn, circling around the big bristlecone pine that
my younger sister Megan broke her arm against when she ran her sled into it
at fourteen, and there it was.  The Reese Winter Palace, in all its
sprawling glory.  Two stories, with the bottom made of foot thick stone
walls and the top of huge cedar logs, it rose from the stony crag my
grandfather built it on.  The step angled roof, pitched to shed snow, was
already making my ankles hurt at the thought of days of crawling around on
it checking for loose cedar shakes.

   Bounce!

   "Oh, for god's sake." Groaning, I shifted my butt trying to find some
place less saddle sore.  Some pitifully small inch of my bruised ass that
didn't feel like I was a pledging a frat.  "Thank you, sir, may I have
another?"

   Parking the truck in front of the cabin, I shut off the motor with
relief.  I leaned my head back against the headrest.  Oh blessed relief, to
not feel anything, to not hear anything, to not see anything, to not smell
...

   Smoke?

   Puzzled, with a hint of fear growing quickly, I opened the truck door
and jumped out.  My mind racing to where the fire extinguishers were.  Sure
in my head that the cabin had taken this, the very moment of my arrival, to
catch fire.  I had not noticed even a hint of smoke on the long drive up,
this wasn't a forest fire.  I stopped my headlong plunge towards the cabin
in mid-step.  Two slow steps then I paused completely still.

   The smoke was drifting up from one of the many red terracotta clay
chimneys.  One to the back of the cabin, near the kitchen.

   Fear flowed away, a deep rage that someone dared to trespass arose. 
With a half snarl, I started forwards but then common sense stopped me
again in my tracks.  Leaning back into the truck I popped the glove box and
pulled out my father's gun metal blue .45, M1911 Colt.  I loaded it, racked
back the slide and started towards the front door.  Thumbing the safety
off, I placed a hand on the doorknob and gave it a testing turn.  It wasn't
locked and the double click, when it opened, seemed loud as a marching
band's cymbal.

   Then I saw it.

   Parked to the side of the porch under the shed--one of the ones where we
store firewood out the snow--was a very familiar motorcycle.  Twice my age,
and then some, this 400cc Husqvarna Cross was spanking new in 1971.  My dad
fell in love with it watching Steve McQueen ride one in the motorcycle
documentary "On Any Sunday." When other guys his age were working all
summer and saving their pennies for a car dad was driving grandpa nuts
about getting a bike.  This bike.

   There are only two people in the world that have ever graced the leather
seat of this bike with their butts.  One of those has a broken hip.  The
other is my sister.

   "Megan!" Throwing open the cabin door; thumbing the safety on the gun
and sticking it into my belt at the small of my back, I yelled again.  My
voice echoed through the cabin.  "Megan, where the hell are you?"

   "Jake?"

   When my sister stuck first her head, then the rest of her around the
corner from the kitchen hallway, I slammed the door behind me.  "Do you
have any idea how close I came to shooting you?  If I hadn't
seen Husky parked out front, and realized it was you that was here I
might have shot you!"

   "You would never pull a trigger until you saw the target clearly,
brother.  Dad taught us both too well for that."

   After a second, I nodded the truth of that.  "What are you doing up
here? Aren't you supposed to be starting your summer semester?" Lifting my
eyebrow I looked over her outfit, cutoff shorts and a worn-to-woof t-shirt
with a barely legible Metallica pic.  "Hardly what a freshman should be
wearing, yes?"

   "Depends on the college," she said.

   "Megan?"

   Crossing her arms under her breasts, my sister shifted her footing till
she had one foot supporting most of her weight.  "I quit."

   For several seconds I just stood there unable to believe what I had just
heard.  Then at the look she was giving me as if daring me to question what
she had done, I shrugged.  "Well don't that beat the mousy band."

   "Shouldn't come as a surprise to anyone in this family." She chewed her
bottom lip.  "Those that have ever taken the time to listen to me."

   Shaking my head, I massaged my temples.  Cupping my elbow, I pressed my
thumbs into the bridge of my nose.  "So?  What's the big plan now?  Oh, let
me guess, you're going to go ride motocross."

   "Yes.  Just like Daddy did." She uncrossed her arms and moved closer to
me.  "I've been saying for years that's what I wanted to do.  I said I
never wanted to go to college; hell I didn't even see the point of my last
two years of high school.  None of that Spanish conquistador or dissecting
frogs is going to help me ride better.  I needed to be on the track!"

   "You needed to be on medication.  Have you never listened to Mom talk
about trying to pay bills on $2.75 an hour plus tips as a waitress because
Dad was barely making enough money to put gas in the bike to race?" I
honestly wanted something to throw at her at that point but all I had was
my phone and the gun, neither is flight rated.  "How about all the times he
had to beg a ride home from a track because he didn't even get that much?"

   Megan gave me a snarky look.  "That was when he was an unknown.  As his
daughter I could avoid all of that; I'm a legacy rider.  I can get a ride
with Honda at any time just on Daddy's name alone."

   I chuckled in disgust.  "Dan Danger's daughter, The Daughter of
Danger! I can see the headlines now.  I've got to unload the truck."

   Leaving my sister, I stormed back out to the old Ford and began to
unhook the ratchet straps holding things on the trailer.  I had that half
done when Megan came out in a huff herself, went past me like I wasn't even
there and rolled Huffy out from under the shed.  She cranked the old
Husqvarna, pulled her blue metal flake helmet on and was down the road and
half out of sight before I could say a thing.  The sound of the bike fading
and growing as she took the many turns down the mountain.

   Unloading the various supplies, I fumed back and forth being mad at
myself or at my sister.  Each trip into the house or the shed was a
different, self-depreciation or sister-bashing, trip going over of our
argument.  It was a given, of course, that my sister is a complete twit and
that her plans for the future were based on that mental level, but my main
problem was figuring out my own level of sphincter-ness.  Had I really been
that much of an asshole or was I within acceptable
older-brother-advising-life-facts to said twit of a younger sister levels.

   Reluctantly, I was coming around to accept that I had been a complete
ass when I heard the first rumble.  Looking to the west--all storms here
come from the west--I saw the darkening of the sky above the trees.  Have I
mentioned that the same weather that brings such perfect snow to this
mountain in the winter also brings storms from hell all spring and even
into mid-summer?  I gave up on thinking and let my feet do the talking.  A
rapid patter in and out the house, across the wooden porch, my arms
overloaded.  I ran the last trip, my black nylon bag full of clothes over
my shoulder, rain spattering in huge drops all around me.  I got inside
with damp hair and thunder in my ears.

   As always, when surrounded by generations of family memorabilia, I feel
more alone and like an orphan than at any time else in my life.  Granddad's
dusty hunting trophy's adorned the walls with a small herd of mule deer, an
elk with ancient velvet antlers and Moose the Mighty in his place of
pride above the fireplace.  Their painted glass eyes staring, with pitied
hate and accusing contempt, at the descendant of their killer.  Family
pictures looked at me with the same eyes.

   I didn't dare look in a mirror at the moment.

   What sort of man drives his sister out into a storm by being an asshole
to her when she needs her brother the most?  What the fuck was I thinking
jumping down her throat?  Fuck, I sounded like Mom.

   The thunder that rumbled the windows sounded like laughter to my ears.

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

   The main fireplace eats logs like a wood chipper but the warmth of it
will drive the dampness out the air faster than anything else.  Least way
that's the lie I told myself when I filled it with wood and got the logs
burning.  I transferred the coals from the fireplace Megan had been using
in a metal bucket to get it going.  Then, since it was raining so heavily I
did a tour of the house, checking all the windows and the upstairs for
leaking.  There were a few, but then there always are a few.  In the
bedroom, I normally use while here I found Megan's backpack with her
clothes.

   "So, she is coming back," I thought as I checked the windows in there.
Looking out into the rain, I hoped she would have the sense to not try the
road back up here in the rain.

   Then I saw the single headlight through that clear cut break in the
trees.

   Going to the bathroom closest I grabbed a couple of towels and then one
of the old bathrobes the cabin seems to acquire more of every year.  I
think this one belonged to Aunty Elena once upon a time.  By the time I was
downstairs the old bike was spewing a rooster tail of mud behind it and
Megan, standing on the pegs, fought the rear end wanting to slip every inch
of the hill.  I will have to give it to her; she really can ride.

   Megan also, when my sister rode her bike in under the shed, looked like
she was one of the mud people from Woodstock 99.  In fact, the only clean
thing about her was her hair under her helmet when she took it off. 
Stepping out from under the shed she saw me standing there.  She stopped
and turned her face to the sky and let the rain clean her face.

   "No judgment.  No more crap or I will ride out of here and stay gone
this time," she said not looking at me.  When she finally looked down she
looked like she was crying mud tears.  "I'm going to have years of that
shit from Mom to have to live with, fuck it coming from you too."

   I nodded.  "Agreed.  Come in out the rain."

   She took one of the towels and dried her face.  I had to keep my eyes on
her face; she was doing the whole wet t-shirt contest/mud wrestling thing
and while Megan has not been blessed with huge breasts she wasn't exactly
small either.

   "Hungry?  I've got some dinner going." I shrugged.  "It's just chili
with hot dogs, but it's hot."

   "Let me get a shower, then yeah."

   She took the robe and headed towards the back of the house.  When I
checked the house earlier I saw that she had de-winterized that bathroom
alone.  She also had the propane water heater lit.  Between that, and the
amount of trash in the kitchen, I had guessed my sister had been here for a
few days.  From the look of it, she had been eating mostly chips and
sandwiches.  Never the greatest cook in the world, my sister.  As she
walked off I couldn't help but watch her ass, those cutoffs were way too
short and her long legs were mud brown all the way up to the ragged
stringed edges.

   "No evil thoughts, Jake."

   Following in her general direction, I turned into the kitchen to check
on dinner.

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

   Like most storms here on Reese Mountain, be it snow or rain, this one
would, most likely, last till around midnight then drizzle out into a wet
fog.  I've probably seen dozens of variations of that storm pattern play
out and this seemed no different.

   The warm mist drifting out from under the bathroom door was honey
scented.

   Sitting in the living room, in one of the many comfortable chairs, with
my feet propped up towards the fire I worked my way through my dinner.  The
cabin always felt strange at this time of year.  In winter this place can
be a madhouse.  I've seen as many as thirty people trying to call this
place a vacation home for a few weeks.  The normal smell of damp wool was
missing.  The numerous pegs by the door was missing the normal sea of
brightly colored ski jackets, all dripping snowmelt to the stone floor. 
And there should be a pile of boots left to trip anyone walking past.

   The cabin was haunted.  Not by ghosts but by memories of people now
gone. Surrounded by what they left here for the next ski season they never
saw I felt momentarily morbid, wondering what I would add.  What bit of
myself would be forgotten here for the next generations of Reese to look
at?

   The bathroom door opened and light bathed the shower fog.  Then it
vanished.  I saw my sister pass through the hall and into the kitchen then
I smiled hearing her softly singing.  The words too mumbled to make out but
I knew it would be some song by Pink.  Megan would marry the woman if she
was single.  When most teen girls had boy band posters Megan had the Fun
House album cover.

   "Na na na na So, so what ..."

   Of course, given how much she also idolized Carey Hart, Pink's MX
Freestyle riding husband, Megan might be considering a threesome.

   Ah, threesomes.  Wonder what those two twins from last year are doing
now?  Certainly not me, which was my hope for what I would be doing about
this time.  Oh, the plans I had for this weekend.  This month!  Grumble
cuss, grumble cuss.

   "What has you looking like someone fucked you cat?"

   Glancing up from my empty bowl I watched Megan, now wearing the borrowed
bathrobe, cross to one of the other chairs.  She sat down with her legs
tucked under her.  The flash of her bare legs only added to the general
lack of what I desired.  Looking up, I shrugged.

   "Just wishing I was at the beach.  I had a very nice vacation planned."

   "So why aren't you at the beach then?  Mom guilt trip you?" My sister
crushed a few crackers into her chili.  "When's Dad getting here, by the
way?  He and I have got to have a long talk.  What?"

   The look on my face must have been comical.  "You haven't heard?  Damn.
Dad got hurt, broke his hip."

   "When?"

   "Two days ago.  He was ..." I began but she slammed her bowl down on the
table next to her and all but came out the chair.

   "And no one thought to call me!"

   I held up a hand.  "You've been here how long?"

   Her anger slumped and she slid back into her chair.  "I forgot about
this mountain eating cellphone signals.  No, that's a lie.  I was kind of
counting on it so that once mom found out I quit school she wouldn't be
able to rag me about it."

   "Petard, consider thyself hoisted." At her look, I relented.  "Dad's
alright, he rolled the riding lawn mower; broke his hip.  He's had worse,
you know that."

   Megan nodded at the truth of that.  We had both spent our childhoods
with a lot of time in hospital waiting rooms while Dad got patched back
together.  The list of broken bones he had was approaching epic.  He always
joked he was trying to beat Evel Knievel's Guinness Book record.  A joke
Mom didn't find funny at all.

   "So you're here to do the summer repairs?" At my nod, she picked up her
food again.  "I had wondered what brought you here alone.  I just figured
Dad was running a day or so behind." Megan moved the chili around in the
bowl, clearly having lost her appetite with worry.  In that, she was a lot
more like Mom than me.  I tended to shrug things off and go forward, Megan
would worry about things she couldn't fix till she was sick.  Of course, my
sister could toss disappointments off like worn clothes, something I've
never been able to do easily.

   Debating a second bowl I sat, my eyes absently taking in my sister as
she ate.  Her hair shorter than what I had seen it last, short enough her
dark curls were more evident.  Fresh out the shower she had no makeup of
course, not that Megan ever wore much.  Her years when Mom had tried
dressed her like a living doll for beauty pageants had ruined Megan on
cosmetics.  Not that she couldn't wow the world if she wanted to; my sister
knew all the beauty secrets.

   Not that she needed them or wanted to use them.  She was happier in bike
leathers than ball gowns.  Had been since she was thirteen and tossed the
hissy fit to end all hissy fits.  The one that made Mom finally accept that
her daughter was not her younger mirror twin but was more like her husband
than herself.  Not that she gave up completely, not on your life but the
fight seemed to go out of her efforts to get Megan to be more demure and
lady-like.  Which was about as likely as getting a kerosene fire to go out
by blowing a stream of pure oxygen at it.  Take now, for instance, her robe
had parted enough that I was seeing all the way to her mid-thigh.  Hell, a
shift of her leg to the left and I could tell if she had anything on under
that robe.

   "What?"

   "Huh?" I looked up from her legs quickly.

   "You're staring at me."

   "Oh, sorry was thinking about the past.  " Gestured to the surrounding
family memorabilia I shrugged.  "Hard to avoid here."

   "True." She scraped the last bite out the bowl.  "Too many winters spent
wishing the rest of the family would go freeze in the snow."

   I chuckled at her bitterness.  We had both had those times here. 
Especially when all our aunts, uncles and cousins piled in here,
overcrowding the place to levels of madness.  How many Christmas holidays
would I have begged for this room to be this quiet?  Then, almost as if to
make me wish I hadn't thought that, thunder shook the whole mountain top.
The rumbles echoing round and round till we felt it finally die out.  Megan
was curled up on herself in the chair by that time.

   "Still afraid of storms?" I had to keep my eyes on her face as her
huddled position answered that question about what she had on under the
robe.  Nothing, damn.  Why did this have to be my sister?  Why?  This could
be such a good place if it was any other nearly naked girl.  Fuck.

   "Yeah." She shivered at another rumble "I think it was my time here that
started it, when we were little.  Daddy wanting to beat the summer heat,
getting here with lightning still frying the skies every afternoon.  Then
the nights, those were worse." She looked outside at the darkening skies.

   I knew without looking that sunset was almost over, and night comes
quick here.  The shadow of an arm of the mountain would be already reaching
out towards this cabin like a claw of night.  Within the hour it would grip
this structure in tight fingers of darkness.

   The cabin shook again.  Megan jumped.

   "How about some music?" I asked getting to my feet.  At her scared nod,
I went to the old stereo cabinet by the wall.  A relic of my dad's
childhood, it had an honest-to-god 8-track player.  That worked!  But it
was the record player I wanted to use.  Mainly for my dad's Ramones albums,
true, but mostly because the 8-tracks were a hideous collection of disco.
My mom and disco ...  there should be a law somewhere to put a stop to that
kind of child abuse.  I've endured having to "turn the beat around" so many
times I would rather take a beating than hear that song again.

   Putting on a few musical selections that had storm covering power, I
thought about something else that might help my sister.

   "Want a beer?"

   She looked up from inspecting her own bare knees.  "You brought beer? 
Sure."

   Heading to the kitchen, I opened the big Igloo cooler full of bags of
ice, pushing them aside I uncovered the two six-packs.  Popping the tops on
two bottles I headed back in, catching another eye full of my sister's more
private anatomy as she shifted her position in her chair.  Just ...  damn,
it all.  I held out the wet bottle.

   "Coors Light?" She took the silver labeled beer but shook her head and
grimaced.  After a sip, she cleaned her teeth with her tongue.  "You are
such a predictable frat boy, Jake."

   "I never joined a fraternity."

   "Which makes it all the more disgusting.  Why?  You took to college like
it was your second home; I couldn't stand three days of it." She took a
longer sip.

   "You quit after three days?" Oh, god mom's gonna have a hissy.

   "No, I stuck it out two weeks.  By that point, I was so bored it was
leave or do something to get thrown out." She drained half of the beer in a
gulp, and then wiped her mouth with a finger.  "Punch a professor or walk
to class naked was high on the list of ideas."

   "Either would have worked." I leaned down and tapped my bottle to hers.
"And made you very popular."

   She laughed.  Then she nodded in a self-depreciation way.  "That was
part of the problem."

   "High school all over again, huh?"

   "Yeah," she said after a moment's hesitation.  "Pretty much.  I still
get all the creeps.  They only see the tough girl and want to try breaking
that, or else it's a guy that's a wimp, who wants a girl to kick his ass.
And the nice guys, well they're too scared.  I ride up on my bike and they
scatter."

   I looked at her for a second.  That was all it took to see there was
more to this than what she was telling me, but knowing her as I do I knew
that asking now would be pointless.  Megan was the definition of stubborn
on her default setting and when she didn't want to talk about something she
could give a rock lessons.  Leaving it, for now, I held up my half empty
beer.  "Yes?"

   "Oh, yes I'm going to be wanting another one." My sister tipped the
bottle back and drained the last of the first.  "It's been a bitch of a
week."

   "Miss, I'll need to see some ID first." I took the empty from my sister
and held it up shaking the few clinging drops to the bottom.  "One beer
never hurt anyone but more than that is excessive and drinking to excess is
illegal in this state."

   "Jake, don't make me hurt you." She titled her head to the side and gave
me the slightly psycho look that scared off so many want-a-be bad boys.  "I
love you brother, but you are standing between me and a good buzz."

   Striking a pose like I was terrified, I smirked.  "Not scared.  You hurt
me you have to do the summer repairs."

   Her face fell.  "Please get me another beer."

   Smiling I winked.  "Much better."

   Of course, when I turned around a thrown pillow hit me in the back of my
head.

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

   There was a triangle of empty glass bottles beside us on the floor, like
some beer bowling alley.  Set up and ready for the next drunk fool to try
and bowl a strike.  With the alcohol buzz I had, I would have gutter-balled
every time and my sister, if anything, was worse.

   The hops had flowered under her nose to be sure.

   I think the storm probably had a lot to do with that, or maybe it was
those things she wouldn't tell me about.  I could see them hiding behind
her eyes but I couldn't guess at what was bugging her.  Not really.  I mean
I knew it was something to do with school, Mom, Dad, or a mÃ(C)lange of all
of those.  She had hedged around any question about those for hours, till
we were now both snockered and had ended up sitting on the floor in front
of the couch.

   "You know something that's stupid?"

   I looked up from peeling a label off a bottle in long silver strips. 
"Humm?"

   "I said do you know something that's stupid?" Megan took a sip to wet
her lips.  "Student loans.  All those poor fools out there putting
themselves in debt so badly they will be thirty before they ever pay off
those loans.  And for what?  A fucking job that they won't even get!" She
laughed and leaned back against the chair, resting her head against the
seat cushion.  "And the banks are needing to be bailed out left and right,
so they don't even have the money they are loaning.  Brad Pitt was right,
you know.  A whole generation thinks they are going to be rock stars and
movie gods.  Fuckheads that couldn't sell water in a desert think they are
going to fly through college and be some kind of damn dot.com millionaire.
HA!  Those dumb fucks." Then she was poking me in the side.  "And you're
one of them, aren't yah?"

   I flinched away from her finger.  "Stop it!  No, I'm not.  I have no
delusions that I'm going to be rich.  I simply want a better job; something
that I enjoy doing.  Is that so much to ask for?"

   "Yes, it fucking is.  A job is a job; they are all work and they all
suck." She pushed herself back upright, her robe making her butt want to
slide on the floor.  "Somewhere out there is a guy doing the most depraved
sexual thing you can think of and he's bored out his mind wishing the day
would hurry up and end.  Do you know they pay cops to sit and watch porn
for eight hours?  It's true, there is a whole division of the police ... 
or maybe it's the FBI, that all they do is check the age of girls in porn
movies.  And they are so bored of watching porn they could puke."

   "I know a few guys that would do that job for free." I chuckled thinking
of a few of my dorm mates.  "I think I'll pass on being the next great the
porn reviewer."

   "Why?  Got a better job idea?" She grinned at me.  "Or don't you like
porn?"

   I shrugged.  "I like it well enough, but it's always the same crap,
though.  Fake tits, fake moans, fake sex, or else it's some amateur with
their laptop cam." My eyes came to rest on her long bare legs.  "I would
rather spend my time really having sex than watching a bunch of crappy
sex."

   My sister grinned at me.  "Do tell?"

   "What?"

   "Come on, give-give.  Let's hear it.  What's your sex life like?" Again
she poked my side.

   "Would you fucking stop that!" I batted her hand away from my side.  She
tried to dodge that to keep poking me.  "Stop!"

   "No.  I want juicy details.  I'm drunk and I'm bored.  Fess up."

   Putting my hands under me, I shifted around till I was sitting across
from her instead of beside her, in poking range.  She mischievously fished
out a foot but I warned her, with a glance, of the potential of that foot
getting tickled.  Megan shot those toes out of my range quickly.  But she
did look at me expectantly.  I sighed.

   "I lost my virginity to Susan Reynolds when we dated through our senior
year.  But when we broke up, I then I spent last summer chasing, and
catching, bikini girls at the beach.  I've had a couple of dates this year
at school, but nothing more serious than dinner or a movie.  I've just been
too busy."

   "Chasing a grade point average rather than tits and ass?" My sister
stuck the tip of her tongue between her teeth and grinned at me.

   "Pretty much."

   I looked down rather that see the sarcastic judgment in her eyes.  Those
blue-gray circles could strip flesh from the bone when she wished but, when
they were filled with pity, they were razor blades.  Gun metal blue
scalpels.  Given the conversation and the alcohol, it was no surprise that
I found myself looking at her breasts, hiding behind that terry cloth robe.
Her robe had parted enough to display runway model levels of cleavage.  And
of course when boobs are peeking the eyes go further south.

   Pale white legs all the way up to silky smooth thighs; a whole lot of
thigh, in fact.  Now if that robe parted just a bit more ....

   "That hard up?"

   The sad tone hit me with as much surprise as the foot that kicked my
ankle.  My gaze met hers and she was looking at me strangely.  Then she
winked and blew me a kiss.

   "Too bad you're my brother.  Any other guy would be pounced on by now."
She looked down, realized just how open her robe was, shrugged and sighed.
When she looked back up she held out her hand.  "Help me up, please.  I
think I need to go to bed before I do something stupid I'll regret, like
flash you a tit or something."

   Not sure how to take that, I put my hand behind me on the chair and
pushed myself to my feet.  With a few wobbles I took her hand and pulled
her up.  If she hadn't held that robe together at the last second I would
have gotten that peek.  She smiled seeing the look on my face, gave me a
hug, then one last poke to my ribs."

   "Night, night," she whispered.

   I looked at those lips so close.  All I would need to do was lean in a
foot and I would be kissing her ...  Megan ...  my sister?  Holy shit, I'm
thinking of kissing my sister.  I don't mean some fantasy to get myself off
with; I mean an honest-to-God lip lock with my sister, the bane of my
childhood.

   I've kissed enough women to see in her eyes that she was thinking the
same thing.  The tip of her pink tongue wet her lips, and I took a deep
slow breath.

   Then Megan was gone, disappearing up the hall towards the stairs.  I
heard her feet on the steps up into the loft where the cabin's bedrooms
are.

   Still not sure what had just happened, I closed down the bottom level of
the cabin for the night.  Shutting off anything that wasn't needed, and
putting the metal screen in front of the fireplace.  I gathered the beer
bottles up and tossed them into the trash.  Stopping by the door in the
kitchen, I looked out into the night, watching the lightning bring details
of the mountain into harsh relief every few moments.  The door shook in its
frame when one pop of thunder rumbled around and around.

   "I'm too drunk for this shit."

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

   Cool sheets.  Soft pillows.  The comforting weight of the blanket, even
though I don't really need it.  The sounds of the storm.  The smell of
cedar that the cabin always has and all the many memories that go with that
scent.  The soft marshmallow feeling to my head as the alcohol buzz fizzled
out and sleep approached.  My eyelids fluttered back open when my door
opened.

   "Jake?  You asleep yet?"

   Turning, I looked over my shoulder.  Megan was standing silhouetted in
the doorway, backlight by the soft, single LED nightlight in the hall.  I
turned the rest of the way over.

   "Not completely," I said a yawn about to break my jaw.  "What ya need?"

   Before she could answer lightning struck outside, close, and the roof
overhead and the thick log walls did little to muffle the power of Mother
Nature in her wrath.  My sister yelped and cowered.

   "Can I please sleep in here?"

   The echoes of that thunder were still rolling through when the next jolt
of electricity split the night.

   "Sure." I moved over and then chuckled as she all but dove into bed next
to me.  "It will be like old times."

   "Uh huh." She shivered.  "Hold me, please."

   Smiling, I placed a hand on her hip and let her snuggle into my chest.
Her hair under my nose smelled of her honey scented shampoo.  There was
also a scent I couldn't place, but that the inner animal in me recognized
as fear.  It awoke with a predator's fierceness and that gave me the desire
to protect the woman in my arms.  From the storm.  From the world.  From
anyone that would want to hurt her.  Then, as I listened to her breathing
grow even but before sleep took me, I knew that I had to also protect her
from myself.  And maybe from herself.

   That thought carried me into troubled dreams.

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

   Ah, the joys of manual labor.  Not.

   The cabin, as built by my grandfather and his brothers, was never meant
to have electric lighting.  In fact, the last power pole is a good ways
down the compacted gravel road.  But there was no way on God's green Earth
my mother--prom queen, debutant, seven-time beauty pageant winner--was
going to live in a place for more than a few hours without power.  So ...
my dad and Uncle Tim put their heads together with some good-old-boys from
the tech crew of Dad's racing team and came up with a solution.

   A pair of 3000amp-hour industrial batteries, hooked to a jerry-rigged
together windmill, made of welded together I-beams and parts from an '73
International pickup truck, scrapped for the cause.  Now I was too young to
have ever seen this masterpiece of redneck construction but I'm told it
worked beautifully ...  till the first storm blew through.  At which time
it was struck repeatedly by lightning and finally tore itself to pieces
under the wind load of the storm.

   The batteries, however, worked perfectly with the propane generator Mom
sent them to buy the next day.  After she made them pick up pieces of
broken metal all over the mountain top.  Now that generator is a decade's
old beast.  I've tried without success to talk them into replacing it.  But
I always get the "If it's not broken don't try to fix it." speech from Dad
and then any and all factual reports I might have gathered concerning
voltage versus fuel consumption of a new generator end up ignored.

   So ...  first step upon arriving at the cabin ...  unlock and turn a
valve on the 300-gallon storage tank, and awaken the monster of Reese
Mountain.  Now, yesterday, I had done that and I had let the damn noisy
assed thing run enough to put a small charge on the batteries--enough to
heat water to shower with and power a few LED lights--but I was not going
to listen to that thing grumble while I tried to sleep ...  in a
thunderstorm.

   Alright, so I'm not logical at times, but I was drunk so I have a good
excuse.

   Anyway, this morning I woke up the birds a mile away by flipping the
interior generator "on" switch (i.e.  the second of two light switches by
the back door) and let those two deep cycle batteries get themselves a good
drink of juice.

   Then I went to work.

   As always starting at the top and working your way down is as good a
plan as any, if I had something resembling a plan.  Dragging a ladder from
out the storage shed and getting my butt up onto the roof and working took
about an hour, as I kept forgetting things.  My hammer hatches for cutting
and nailing cedar shakes.  The cedar shakes.  The nails.  Want to.

   Day one and I'm already about out of want to.  Fuck.

   On the roof, on my knee with my toes in a very uncomfortable position, I
worked at prying loose a broken shingle and replacing it.  My mind going
over and over this morning's both pleasant and disturbing awakening.

   The storm had passed after midnight like most here do.  I didn't even
bat an eyelid when that happened.  In fact, it was the morning sun,
filtering through the edge of the curtains in just such a way as to strike
me dead in the eyes, which woke me.  With a breathy sigh, I snuggled up to
the pleasant warmth next to me, smiling at the handful of soft breast I had
acquired during the night.  I let my morning wood hard on having some fun
as well and pushed against the nicely plump ass I was pressed against. 
Letting my hand roam down and then back up under her shirt, I took her
appreciative moan as encouragement.  It was just as my hand slipped into
the damp heat under her breast and she again moaned that I woke up enough
to remember where I was at.  And just who this was that had started to
grind her ass back against my crotch.

   Gold metal gymnasts can't perform the maneuver I executed at that
moment. A mixture of a one arm press, some pommel horse actions and a back
summersault that put me halfway across the small room and on my ass on the
floor.  Yeah, I didn't stick the landing; I'll probably have to settle for
the bronze.  But that aside ...  Oh, great Holy Fuck!

   Megan rolled over, looked down at me, tilted her head and smiled. 
"Morning, graceful.  Problems?"

   "Ah, no ...  ah ...  I've got to go get to work," I stumbled over my
words and to my feet.

   "It's early still, come back to bed." My sister lifted a corner of the
bed sheets exposing one side of her long bare leg to me, all the way to her
hip, covered in pink (of course) high-rise panties.

   "Ah ...  nope."

   And thus is the reason why I'm up on this damn roof at this ungodly hour
of the morning, and why I'm making no plans to go back inside till lunch.
Or maybe I'll skip lunch.  I could sleep up here ...  no, it will rain
tonight.  How about in the truck?  Or maybe the generator shed?  Or maybe
....

   With a sigh, I tried to get the memory to go away.

   "Hey!"

   Looking down, I spotted my sister below.  She waved a bottle of water at
me and, at my nod, tossed it underhanded, lofting it right into my hand.  I
yelped and had to quickly shift hands as a second unexpected one followed.
With my hatchet tucked under my arm and a bottle of water in each hand, I
watched my sister scramble up the ladder and the steep angled roof like a
squirrel.  She took the second bottle from me and opened it without as much
as a thank you or what-not.

   "So, going to hide out up here all day?" she asked after a moment's
silence.  When I didn't immediately answer she picked up a piece of cedar
and tossed it at me.  "Talk to me."

   I took a deep breath.  "I'm not sure what to say.  I'm sorry hardly
covers it."

   "For what?  It was rather a nice way to wake up.  Beats the hell out of
two hundred pounds of mastiff paws and a bucket of drool."

   I smiled at that.  Loki, our horse of a dog that thinks he's a lap dog,
has a terrible habit of nosing open bedroom doors and waking people up with
a slobber mauling of epic proportions.  And then, to make matters worse, he
wants to hop up into the bed with you and lay down on top of you.  Having
been the victim of that morning drool bath and crush, several times, I
chuckled.  "I miss the big brute; wish I could have brought him here with
me.  I suppose I could have asked Mom and she might --"

   "I wouldn't mind seeing his ugly mug myself but you're not going to get
away with changing the conversation to an 'I miss the dog' monolog.  We
were talking about this morning." She cocked an eyebrow.

   It was such a Mom thing I had to look away.

   "Jake?"

   With a sigh, I placed the bottle of water and my hatchet into the angled
bottomed bucket with the nails.  Trying to figure out what to say I let my
eyes roam up the rope tied to the bucket, following it to the crest of the
roof.

   "I've already said I don't know what to say." Deciding to rest my
ankles, I sat down on the roof.  The shingles were not comfortable but what
the hell.  "If I hadn't woke up when I did, I would have gotten to second
base with my own sister."

   Megan laughed at that.  "Second base?  God, you listen to Uncle Tim too
much." She shrugged.  "It's not like you've never seen them before. 
Remember?"

   I nodded my mind flashing back to walking in on Megan changing shirts
once.  Here at the cabin in fact, when we had to share the same bedroom due
to Reese family overcrowding.  Without meaning to my eyes went to her
breast, my memories placing those dark brown nipples where I knew them to
be.  When she placed a finger over one and tapped it to confirm, I looked
up to find her smirking at me.

   "Right there.  But then you know that, huh?  Oh, come the hell on! 
Loosen up.  So what?  You got to cuddle-snuggle your sister's ass. 
Honestly, I can't say I minded.  Felt nice to wake up to a guy next to me.
The ones that have shared my bed always split while the sheets are still
wet." She sighed.  "I guess I'm a wham-bam-thank-you-ma'am kind of girl to
them."

   Two emotions went to war in me then.  Rage and jealousy.  The rage I
understood, brotherly protectiveness kicking in ...  but the other, not so
much.  Why was I feeling jealousy?  To be jealous would mean that I wished
I had been those guys that had slept with Megan, right?  Oh sure I've had a
few fantasies, certain after that time seeing her topless.  But really? 
Jealous?

   "You shouldn't play cards." Megan was grinning.  "To judge by your face
you're thinking some very naughty things." My sister placed a hand between
her breasts, drawing my eyes back to them "About little old me?  Naughty,
naughty."

   I rolled my eyes, and then I denied the truth with a look and a shake of
my head.  "I was doing nothing of the sort."

   "Ah huh, yeah sure." She gave me a wink and then a shrug.  "Look, like I
said, I don't mind.  Kind of flattering really.  Anyway, show me what
you're doing here.  I'll help."

   "No, I got it."

   She gave me a look.  "Same crap Dad pulls, huh?  Look, I'm more of a
hands on person than you have ever been.  I can tear down a bike to the
last screw and put it back together.  I would rather have grease under my
nails than paint on them.  You know that and the sad part is Dad does too,
but he will never let me help out around here." My sister picked up another
cedar shake and threatens me with it.  "Show me."

   So I did.  You know what?  I had fun ...  we had fun.  And we got a lot
of work done working together like that.  Would have gotten more done if
she had stopped teasing me.

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

   For her ride up to the cabin, my sister was very careful in packing food
supplies, given that she was going to a cabin with no food.  But you can
only stretch a few cans of spam and a bag of Fritos chips for so many days.
Of course, myself, the far more practical of the two of us, had packed much
better ...  but for only one person.  Not exactly like I had ever given a
thought to having to feed two people up here on what I brought.

   We were not "out" of food.  We were not even close to being at that
point.  We were out of beer and a few essentials by the end of two days. 
By the time I was hitting my stride caulking the windows, the desire for
some variety in my diet had begun to creep in.  Alright, fuck it I wanted a
beer, or three.  And bacon.  Lots of bacon.

   "Get your tail in gear if you're going!"

   Standing by the truck, the early morning sun pinking the jagged horizon,
I grumbled at the delay.  Only at the last moment had Megan decided that
she wanted to go with me to town this morning.  But of course, she wasn't
dressed for such a trip.

   "I'm coming!" she screamed from within the house.

   "I thought she was just breathing hard," I mumbled to myself.  Hopping
into the truck, I cranked the motor, not sure how much longer I was willing
to wait.  Afternoon storms, the road back up here, and this truck do not go
together so well.  It was not in my plan to even try that crap.  "Megan!"

   "Alright already, I'm here." In cut-off shorts and a tank top, she
hustled out the front door and around to the other side of the truck. 
"Would almost think you wanted me to go to town buck naked for all the time
you're giving me."

   Silent grumbling, I shifted into first and started down the long,
multi-curved road of crushed stone.  To be honest, her teasing me about
seeing her naked, or her being naked, or anything sexual linked to her had
begun to rub a bit raw.  A situation not made any easier by the fact she
was climbing into bed with me every night due to the storms.  I mean, it's
not like she was twelve.  My sister is a grown damn woman scared to death
of storms and here I am--a grown man--waking up with a sexy woman in my
arms and, damn it, I can't help that I get a hard on in the morning.  Like
this morning for example.  A near repeat of the first morning when I had a
hand under her shirt.  Hell, the way she had acted when she woke up almost
made me think she wanted me to grope her breasts.  Or maybe even to-

   "You're awfully quiet."

   Distracted from that line of thought I glanced over to see she had
placed her feet on the dashboard in front of her and was leaned back in the
seat.  Her long pale legs drew the eye.

   "Just wondering about Dad," I lied.  "When we get to town I'm going to
give Mom a quick call, see how he's doing."

   "You're not going to tell her I'm here, right?" Megan asked.

   "Not going to mention it.  Unless she's heard some news from the
college, I can't think you will come up."

   My sister got very quiet after that mention of her schooling.  But then
she had avoided any conversation about leaving college since that first
night.  It puzzled me a bit, she and I were dissimilar as everything, true,
but I would not have thought that much.  I was "almost" missing my classes
already.  I was itching to get back to learning; it was a hunger in me at
times.  Now I knew that in high school Megan had not had the best time. 
She often attracted the wrong type of boy, guys that saw her ride up on her
bike and thought the wrong thing.  But surely at a big college that was not
so uncommon.

   Looking over at her legs again my eyes went to the long scar above her
knee.  Remembering when she got that, the blood on white snow, broken skis
and twisted ski pole, that jagged piece of wood stuck in her leg again and
again, like a half dozen spear points.

   See my eyes on her leg; my sister moved her hand to cover the scars.

   "Sorry," I said.  I put my eyes back on the road.  "Remembering that day
is all.

   "It's okay.  I get my fair share of stares from them." Megan absently
rubbed at the line of white quarter-sized dots.  "I tell people I got
attacked by a bear." She spread her fingers out till each covered a dot. 
"That he had paws this big."

   "Yeah," I chuckled.  "Because telling people you zigged when you
should have zagged and skied full on into a small spruce tree, that broke
and then Shish-Kebabed you, is much less exciting.  Bear mauling, right."

   She reached over and punched my arm as I dragged out the last word.

   Twenty minutes down the road, after we got off the family's mountain
that is, the chime on my phone told me we had arrived back in the civilized
world where cell phone service exists.  Megan reached over before I could
stop her and unclipped my phone from my hip.

   "Well, looks who's a popular boy.  You have forty-three unheard
messages." She ignored my look and continued scrolling.  "Oh, of course. 
They're all from Mom."

   She tossed the phone back at me.

   "Jake!  Have you seen your sister?  Jake, have you heard from her.  Jake
has your sister called you by any chance.  Blah, blah, blah yackety
smackety.  I swear that woman hasn't changed her spiel since I was twelve."
My sister stomped her foot on the dashboard, then sat up and crossed her
arms under her breasts, hugging herself.  "Anytime I do something wrong or,
more to the point, do something the way I want to do it off she goes on a
huge rant.  Calling everyone a dozen times, to get the whole family roped
into guilt tripping me back into the path she wants me to walk." She
grabbed back up my phone.  "Let's see.  I must be the talk of the whole
damn Reese clan by now."

   Keeping my eyes on the road and watching the estrogen-powered lunatic
next to me play with my phone was becoming problematic.  With the choice of
pulling over being a no go, since the evening storms wait for no one, I let
her have her way with my messages.

   Crying was not one of the reactions I was expecting from her, though.

   "Megan?"

   "Daddy had a stroke."

   "What?" Shocked, confused, bewildered, I eased the truck over to the
side of the road.  "What?  What happened?"

   Crying too hard, my sister handed me back my phone.

   Mom: ~Jake, call me.  Your dad is in the Intensive Care here at County
Memorial.  Call me!  ~
Mom: ~That damn mountain!  Jake, call me!  Your father is in bad shape;
I don't want to go into it over the phone.  I need to talk to you!  ~
Mom: ~CALL ME!  ~
Mom: ~CALL ME!  ~
Mom: ~Sigh.  When you get this your father had a stroke.  We're still at
the ICU.  Call me, please.  And see if you can get in touch with your
sister.  She's not answering my calls.  ~
The rest were repeats of the same, with a few updates.  Dad was awake
but couldn't talk.  They were doing more testing.  He was on new meds,
doing better, in and out of consciousness but couldn't talk still.  The

last call I saw was an hour ago.

   Hand shaking, I keyed up Mom's cell phone.  Then put it on speaker
phone.

   "Jake!"

   "Yeah, Mom.  I just got your messages." I didn't want to ask this
question.  I took a deep breath.  "How's he doing?"

   The long pause before our mom answered told me far more than I wanted to
know.  The shudder in her voice scared me to death.

   "The doctors induced a medical coma about an hour ago.  They are trying
to bring down swelling in his brain." Mom choked on her words.  "He was
doing fine.  He came through the hip surgery with no problems, was in bed
grumbling about the Jell-O not being lime then he stopped talking and
alarms started going off.  They rushed him off down a hall and I waited
hours till I knew what was going on."

   "The stroke?"

   "Yeah.  They said it was brought on by a blood clot, something to do
with the broken bone, I didn't understand it fully.  They put him in a room
in the ICU ...  Jake, he looked terrible.  They shaved his head and he has
a tube under his nose.  I ...  it's as bad as in ' 98.  He woke up though
and was responding to questions for a bit, but then they took him away
again.  He's in a coma now."

   Besides me Megan was rocking in the seat, holding her legs to her chest,
crying into her knees.

   Mom continued.  I could tell she was talking just to have something
useful to do.  "I've called Elena, she's told, Tim.  Your uncle is flying
here just as soon as he can.  I've tried to get in touch with your sister,
but she's not answering the phone.  I'm starting to worry about her now. 
Lord knows what she's gotten up to." I could hear my mom's voice
approaching frantic levels.

   "Mom, I'm here!"

   I passed the phone to Megan, checked the road and pulled back out.  As I
shifted through the gears, I did a mental check to see if there was
anything behind us at the cabin that was urgent enough to have to go back
for.  It was five hours drive from here to the house we grew up in, and a
good nother thirty minutes beyond that to the hospital, every wasted second
of which was ticking by while we sat parked.  Beside me, Megan was dodging
Mom's questions.

   "We're on our way to the hospital now; I'll explain when we get there.
Mom!  Not now, okay?  I'm still dealing with learning about Daddy.  Give me
a few hours, my drama can wait."

   "Jake?" my mom's voice

   "Yeah Mom, I'm here." I clutched and got the old truck into high gear.
The big motor responding with a satisfied purr.

   "Unless I call you because something changes, swing by the house first.
Loki was in the back yard, I left him food but that was yesterday and you
know how he is.  The big baby is sure we've put him on a diet, he'll pine
himself sick." Mom gave a chuckle that was half laughter half tears.

   "I'll take care of Him.  Be there soon."

   "Love you," she said.

   "Love you."

   "Love you too, Megan." Mom spoke quickly as if afraid it might not get
heard before I hung up.

   "Love you, Mom." My sister wiped her eyes on the back of her hand. 
"Tell Daddy I love him, and I'll be there soon."

   "I will."

   The moment the phone went silent Megan curled up on herself and began to
ball her eyes out.  When I reached over and took her hand, she undid her
seatbelt and lay down across the bench seat, her head on my leg.  I let her
clutch at my right hand as long as she needed it.  I didn't need that hand
for shifting for a long time anyway.  I hardly took my foot off the gas the
whole way home.

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

   "I'm going to go grab some clothes out my room; I can't go to the
hospital in cut off shorts and a tank top with no bra!'

   "Yeah, Dad wouldn't be the only one in ICU; Mom would have a stroke too.
Let me feed Loki, right quick." I tossed her my keys since hers were back
in her bag in the cabin.  From behind the house, the thunderous barks were
scaring squirrels a mile away.

   Megan caught them, nodded, and rushed up to the front door while I
walked around to the back.  With his huge head above the wooden fence, Loki
watched me walking up; he hopped down, barked joyously then stood back up,
paws on the wooden boards.  The drool level was epic.  As I opened the gate
I had to distract him with the hunk of three-inch thick rope he gnaws for a
toy.  Tossing it for him to chase, I headed to the garden shed where his
food is kept.

   Knowing what I was going for he abandoned the toy and chased after me.
Loki, of course, wanted to go into the shed.  He, of course, wanted to drag
out the whole fifty-five-pound bag.  And of course, he gave me mournful
looks when I didn't let him have the whole bag.  Big soulful eyes, drool
leakings like rain and his tail dragging the utter picture of dejection.  I
scruffed his ears and he chuffed at me then began to eat.  Like watching a
dragline chew into a cliff at a gravel quarry.

   Dodging dog poop mountains, some fit to rival Everest, I headed inside.

   After so long in the stinking dorm, and the days up at the often damp
cabin, the smell of home wrapped me up as I walked inside.  That
indistinguishable scent that tells you this is your place.  Years of
familiar cooking mixed with decades of the same air fresheners, laundry
detergents, and shampoos.  It was the eternal mud smell of Dad's old riding
boots and Mom's obsession with Pine Sol.  I'm sure there was something of
my own scents mixed in with the others, a smell my nose recognized and
dismissed.

   My sisters, shampoo.  Her perfume.  Her ....

   A gentleman would have looked away I'm sure.  Or maybe a man less
stunned by beauty could have managed to do that chivalrous act.  Standing
in the hallway, my breathing a soft pant, I watched the last second of my
sister getting dressed in her room.  Her door was opened, and she was by
her bed pulling on a blouse.  Her back smooth, rounded with muscles and her
left breast, seen from the side encased in white cotton, hung firm.  Before
she noticed me watching, I took a step forward, then a second.  My hesitant
feet betrayed me though and took me to her doorway instead of my own
bedroom next to it.

   She looked over her shoulder as she settled her shirt.  Megan's eyes
took in the look on my face and gave me a moment's flash of a sad smile. 
"The big baby fed?"

   "Yeah."

   "You ready to go then?" she asked.

   "Let me change shirts."

   "Okay." She smoothed down the blouse.  "Does this look okay?  I haven't
worn it but once before."

   "I remember." I took a deep breath shoving that sad memory down.  Not
now.  "Yeah, it looks fine.  You look beautiful."

   My sister, of course, shrugged that off.  Megan was never one to accept
compliments about her looks.  She had written them off as plain
Jane since giving up the makeup heavy lifestyle of a beauty pageant child.
Now if she had more than lipstick on it was a Jesus-be-praised miracle.

   "I'll fix us some sandwiches while you get changed." She tossed the tank
top she had been wearing in the direction of the laundry basket in the
corner.  "Who knows how long till we can get another meal."

   With a nod, I headed towards my room, my old room anyway.  I saw that
Mom had been storing some things in it.

   "Jake."

   "Yeah?"

   "Thanks.  For saying I look beautiful." She gave an apologetic shrug. 
"I needed that, I guess.  It helped."

   With a soft smile, I nodded and headed into my room.

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

   Loki barked us a mournful goodbye.

   The ride to the hospital was short.  Part of me wanted it to be longer.
So very much longer.  As I parked the truck, I felt such a sense of dread.
It settled over my shoulders like an old coat.  The walk to the glass front
doors was awkward feeling, but then I guess walking into any hospital feels
that way.  The building almost keeps an air of permanently held breath.  As
if it knows that, within its walls, people were on their last moments of
life.  Or perhaps that held breath feeling was a collected gasp by the
hundreds who never drew another.

   Leaving such morbid thought, I followed my sister to the desk.  We had
to show ID and get a printed out picture badge.  I peeled the backing off
and stuck it to my shirt as we walked to the elevator.  The brushed steel
and fake wood box carried us into the cold antiseptic world of the
Intensive Care Unit.  Pale blue walls, with plastic curtains printed with
simple diamond dot patterns, there to give privacy and to give the family
something to count in the endless hours of waiting.

   Mom looked tired.  Not that most people would notice that about her, she
was dressed impeccably, not a hair was out of place and her makeup was
perfect.  Even with her hair frosting silver, she looked ready for a
pageant stage, needing only a tiara.

   Dad ...  well, I've seen him look this bad this once before, but I was
only a little kid then.  A group of hotshot riders at a track, doing stupid
stunts before a race, one of them smarted off to Dad.  Challenged him to do
a stunt.  Dan Danger Reese was of course never one to back down from any
challenge.  Even one that landed him in the hospital with broken legs and a
punctured spleen.

   No.  He looked worse this time.

   Megan was trembling when she went to Dad's side.  She had been a
pacifier-sucking baby in Mom's arms back then.  Standing back, my arms
folded, I let her have her personal moment with him.  She was the
definition of a Daddy's girl and to see him like this was killing her.

   "I need a cigarette and I'm starving." Mom got to her feet.  "It's only
two family members up here at a time, anyway.  I'll be back in a few."

   "I'll walk you out.  Sis?" Stepping up next to her I placed a hand on my
sister's shoulder.  She looked up at me, red-eyed.  "I'll be back in just a
minute."

   Numbly she nodded.

   Mom grabbed her purse and we walked our way back out.  We got to the
elevator before the Spanish Inquisition began.  Sigh.  It was not good.  It
took all my convincing and persuasion to get her to not go right back up to
ICU.  She was a snarling, high heels tapping the floor like hammer blows
... fiend! ...  all the way outside and she promptly ignored the "No
Smoking" sign by the door.  Then she was pacing a trench into the cement
while firing questions at me I had no answers to or worse answers I knew
Mom didn't want to hear.  She spits the word Motocross back at me, tosses
down that cigarette and fired up a second.

   "Mom, go get some food.  None of this can be fixed at the moment.  When
Dad's better he can talk her into going back, better than a million words
from you or me." OH, how I hated that lie coming out my mouth.  From
talking to Megan I knew that not even Dad might pull that off.  "Just let
it sit and cool down till you try and talk to her.  If you pounce on her,
she will not budge.  Certainly not right now; she's torn up about Dad."

   Crushing out the second cigarette under her shoe, she nodded and stalked
back inside.  I had to watch her go off towards the cafeteria before I
trusted she was not about to sprint up the stairs in her heels and go
confront Megan.  Sigh, oh our mom is so pissed.

   I was by the elevator waiting for it to open when my Aunty Elena came
through the front door trailed by two of her youngest.  My cousins, Jen and
Anna squawk when they saw me, squealed and ran to give me a hug.  Kneeling,
I let them hug it out.  All bubble gum kisses on my cheeks and pigtails
whacking me in the face.

   Standing up, I gave my Aunt a hug.  She was more spearmint gum and Aqua
Net sandpaper hair.

   "So how is he?" she asked after kissing me.  I'm sure she left lipstick
on my cheek.  "And how's your Mom holding up?"

   Oh, that was a conversation I wanted no part of.  Knowing that the
little ones were not going to be allowed up in ICU, I steered her towards
the cafeteria while trying to answer.  Mom was sitting looking into a salad
as if trying to find answers in lettuce.  She, of course, put on a "glad
you're here" display for her brother-in-law's wife and seemed genuinely
happy to see the little girls.

   I left them there to go check on my sister ...  and our dad.

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

   Five hours.  Ten hours.  Fifteen hours ...  Dad never woke up.  But then
if I had the meds in me he was on I wouldn't either.  The doctors told us
the intracranial pressure was dropping to more normal levels.  They began
to prophecies waking him up tomorrow.

   Mom and Aunty Elena had taken rooms in the hotel across the street from
the hospital.  My uncle was on the way here; his plane was in the air
somewhere over Dallas.  Somehow I found myself in the job of
distraction/entertainment for my cousins.  Admittedly, it was asking a lot
to expect two girls under ten to sit in a waiting room for that long and
not go stir crazy.  So coloring books, a trip to the gift shop, a TV that
got suspiciously shifted to cartoon network and a game of making waiting
room chairs and a borrowed hospital blanket into a "castle" to sleep in,
kept them only antsy instead of bored.

   Megan never left Dad's side.

   When exhaustion took me, at last, I was in a waiting room chair. 
Guarding the sleeping princesses in their castle of chair and blankets, I
had slumped till I was draped like melted plastic.  My body conforming to
the hard chair in a complete lack of the bruising it was causing to me.

   "Jake?  Hon, wake up, you're going to get a terrible crick in the neck
like that."

   My eyes snapping open, at her touch, and I looked up into my Aunt's
face. She gave me a gentle smile, glanced at the tasseled twin heads of
braided blond hair next to me and chuckled.

   "Your Mom is sleeping.  I finally talked her into going to the hotel. 
When your Uncle gets here I'm going to take these two over there and get me
some rest as well.  Go home.  And take your sister, the poor thing; she's
worn to a nub."

   Rubbing my hands across my face I sat up.  I took a deep breath and got
to my feet, trying to ignore the many aches.  Aunty Elena looked up at me,
smiled a tired smile.

   "You're so tall.  Every time I turn around all my boys seem to gain
another inch.  Jason is even taller than you are." She gave me a hug.  Her
body in my arms what I always think of as a Mom's body, all soft curves,
and no hard bones.  I envied my cousins that; hugging my mom was like
embracing a clothed marble statue.  Hard edges, sharp angles.  "Go get your
sister.  Megan is asleep with her head on your dad's bed.  I'll be here and
will call if anything changes.  Go, get, shoo already."

   Staggering my first few steps, I went through the doors and down the
hall to the big double doors.  The ICU was as calm and in motion at the
same time as it had been the whole time we were here.  Nurses moving in
slow dances among the many patients, drifting back to the main desk then
out again.  There was a soft music of beeps, all in varied cardiac rhythms,
that lent a strange harmony.

   My dad looked the same.

   Always a powerful man, one of those that seem eternally young, he never
got sick.  Not even colds.  Awake at dawn every morning and asleep no
earlier than midnight; I've almost never seen my father like this.  In a
bed, asleep.  Being careful of the gray plastic box on its stand next to
his bed, I stood next to him for a moment.  I didn't feel right, looking
down on him like this.  Plus his head being shaved did what time never had,
it made him look old.

   Denying that, I looked to my sister.

   Megan had laid her head on her hands and was asleep with the top of her
head against Dad's leg.  Hear hair was draped over her face, a netting of
soft brown hiding her closed eyes.  She looked so tired, and so innocently
beautiful.  At rest, her normal facial characteristics faded a bit and the
softer features of our mom appeared.  Not that she would ever admit to it,
but Megan was all but our Mom's younger twin.  Only around her eyes was the
evidence of Dan Reese's genetics.

   I had to shake her shoulder to get her to wake.  It took far more than a
shake to get Megan to leave the hospital.  In the end, I think it was the
fact she was as exhausted as I was.

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

   Using reserves of strength I never normally have to draw on, I lifted my
sister from the passenger side of the truck.  Tucking her head against my
chest, I carried her to the front door and somehow managed the keys to open
it.  My arms had started to burn by the time I got her to her room but I
would have carried her twice as far if I had to.  Easing her down into her
bed, I brushed her hair back from her eyes, caressing her tear marked face.

   Taking a deep breath, I left her to sleep.

   It was an hour or more later before I could even think of going to
sleep. I had Loki to feed, and then I had to wait on him to make another
mountain of poop.  After several days outside the big dog terribly needed a
bath, but I didn't have that kind of energy.  He was happy to come back
inside and went right to his big bed in the corner.  The hard ground out
back not appreciated by his old bones.  He gave such a deep huffing sigh
when he settled down into the thick cushion I laughed.  Loki lifted his
great head at the sound, thumped his tail and then lay it back down.

   On stumbling feet I went to my room, stopping at the door.  The bed was
still covered with boxes Mom had stored in there.  The effort to move them
seemed herculean.  Looking through the open doorway behind me I saw that
Megan had moved over to the far side of her bed.  I thought about joining
her.  The last few nights with her next to me had been more and more
welcome, but this was somehow different.  This was her bedroom.  Here were
the walls that once held boy band poster, dusty pageant ribbons, and
newspaper sport's page clippings of Dad's race wins.  Now they have shiny
magazine clippings of Honda's latest bike, her big poster of the singer
Pink and a pinned photo of her and me at the lake two years back.  My arm
around her shoulder, her poking me in the ribs but grinning.

   Did I have the right to lie in bed next to her here?  Without her saying
I could, it felt like invading her privacy.  Not that Megan had ever in the
past hesitated to invade mine at the drop of a hat.  Still ...

   It was only a few short steps; I was already asleep when I lay down next
to her.

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

   A hand on my chest woke me.  My eyes opened to a face framed in brown
hair looking down into my eyes.

   "You look like Daddy when you sleep.  Did you know that?" Her hand moved
from my chest to my face.  "Just not around your eyes, there you look more
like Mom."

   Not awake enough to have an answer to that I didn't say anything.  She
didn't seem to be expecting an answer either since she laid her head down
on my chest.  Snuggling into me closer.

   "Do you think he's going to be alright?" She rubbed her face into the
hair on my chest.  "The doctors aren't giving us false hope, are they?  I
mean--"

   "I know what you mean.  And I have no answer.  Not a good one anyway." I
rested my hand on Megan's neck my fingers in her hairline.  "I've seen
him look worse, a long time ago.  But I've never seen him this bad." My
hand moved down her bare skin to touch the thin blouse she was still
wearing.  As my hand crossed between her shoulder blades I didn't feel the
strap of a bra, I guessed that she had woken up in the night and removed it
while I slept next to her.  Women's magic.  "I'm sure he'll be okay.  Dad
is too stubborn to die I bed, you know that."

   "Yeah."

   After a moment I realized she was crying into my chest.

   "Hey, hey ...  none of that now." Caressing the back of my sister's
head, I hugged her to me.  "He wouldn't want you crying."

   "I know.  I just can't help it.  I feel so helpless." She rose up and
looked down into my face.  "I hate feeling like this."

   Reaching up, I touched her wet cheek rubbing back the tears.  "I know."

   I suppose kissing a crying woman might be instinctive to the male of the
human animal.  Along with attraction to certain female body types.  And,
well according to Freud and tons of porn sites, a desire to have your own
mother ...  or her younger image.  It's a male thing.  Right?

   But Megan was kissing me back.  Humph.  Freud you can go fuck yourself,
you dead fuck.

   At the first touch of my lips on hers Megan had flinched, clearly not
expecting it, but then less than a second later there was complete
acceptance and she began to kiss me.  Her lips parted, her breath mingling
with mine in a softly shared moan of desire.  Then her hands were pulling
me closer to her, our bodies touching with only the thin layer of her
blouse between us.  My hand went under that, caressing along the curves of
her muscular back.  Our bodies together had brought tons of heat to us both
and her lower back was damp under my fingertips.

   She sat up, swinging a leg over my hips.  Biting her lips she looked
down at my face then grinned.  She ground herself down on the hardness she
had to be feeling against her panties.  When Megan ran a hand down there
then lifted her blouse up her belly, slowly, my eyes followed the appearing
skin.  She stopped above her belly button.

   "You've almost had your hand on my tits several times.  Want to really
get a good feel?"

   "Hell yes," I said.

   Her grin was lewd, deliciously so.  "Give me your hands."

   I think I would have cut them off at the wrists if she had asked. 
Moving my hands from her hip to her stomach I followed her sweet curves. 
She took them in hers and began to guide my fingers up, under her shirt,
into the damp heat under her breasts.  I felt her nipples pass my
fingertips and come to settle against my palms and I cupped them.  She
rolled her head back and moaned, grinding herself harder on me.

   "I want you," she breathed.

   I nodded, confessing to the same lust.  Forbidden lust.

   Loki, lying at the foot of the bed suddenly jumped up barking (scaring
the ever living shit out of us) and took off at full speed through the
house towards the front door.  His barks turned joyous and mixed with the
sound of the front door being unlocked.

   Megan was off of me and getting dressed even as we began to hear voices.
Two of them young, girlish, and a third more male-ish and older.  My sister
stopped with one leg in her pants, the other bare.  Then her shoulder's
slumped.  She looked back at me and mouthed the name "Jason."

   I listened for a second longer then agreed with her that it was our
cousin.  I could more clearly make out his two younger sisters, Anne and
Jen now as well.  The squeal from the two girls as Loki appeared and
slobber mauled them both was clear as day.  I was on my feet and moving
towards the door when Megan caught my arm.

   Her lips were sweet the second time as the first.  I pulled her into me,
holding her, not wanting to turn her loose.

   "Jake?  Megan?"

   My sister held me tighter for a second then rushed out the room.  "We're
up here.  Shush ...  Jake's asleep."

   Faking a yawn, I walking out into the hallway to see my cousin at the
other end, in all his flattop-headed glory.  When His eyes cut to me I
yawned again.  "Well, I was till the family reunion arrived." Scratching at
my side, I smiled as Anne rushed past her brother and threw herself into my
arms.  "Hey, hey easy on the ribs.  It's not like we didn't see each other
just a few hours ago, right?"

   "But I missed you," she said hugging me tight.  The memory of my
sister's arms was still upon me and this younger girl's embrace made me
uncomfortable.  I gave her a soft hug back and looked up at her older
brother.

   "You went by the hospital?" I indicated the flower in my arms.  At his
nod, I asked.  "Any changes?'

   "Yeah." He shrugged.  " Your mom said they let your dad wake up for a
few minutes.  He couldn't talk because of that tube in his throat but he
seemed to be aware.  He blinked when they told him to blink.  She said to
tell you that the doctors said the worst might be over.  Something about
swelling ...."

   "The swelling went down?"

   "Yeah, that was it.  Hey, is there anything we could fix for breakfast?
The two girls haven't eaten since last night and I'm in worse shape.  I've
been on the road for ten hours, then two at the hospital." He reached a
hand out and scratched Loki behind the ears when the big dog nosed his body
past Jason's hip.  "I'm about at the point of asking this big fella to
share a bone or two with me."

   "Sure.  I'll throw something together."

   "Thanks.  Ah, Aunt Dee Dee said we could stay here till our mom's ready
to go back.  What rooms have places to put these little heads?  I'm fine
with a couch," He looked at Megan and grinned.  "Unless you've got room for
me in your bedroom?"

   Megan rolled her eyes.  Jason had been flirting with her for the last
two years in an overdone, I'm-just-joking kind of way.  I had never noticed
it too much before but at the moment it hit me as so wrong.  In many ways,
but making me a bit pissed off was certainly one of them.  It was the way
he had drug out the last word ...  bedroom.  With little Anne stuck to my
side like there had been an accident with glue, I went to fix breakfast for
us all before I punched my cousin Jason in the throat.

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

   "So, heard you got handed the task of doing the summer repair work on
the cabin." At my nod, he continued.  "I told Dad and Uncle Dan that I
could go help with that."

   Sitting out on the back deck sipping at icy cold beers with my sister
and Jason, I rolled the green and silver Heineken can across my forehead
and let the sweating metal it sit on my temple.

   Megan gave a light chuckle and tapped the wooden boards under her foot.
"Ah, aren't you the guy who nail gunned his own foot to the boards while
helping build this deck?"

   "Yeah but that was a year ago, I'm a much better carpenter now."

   "And we heard about you falling off the roof."

   "That one wasn't my fault.  Todd bumped me.  Besides the roof on our
house is much steeper than this one here."

   "The one on the cabin is worse," said my sister snarky.  "I know I spend
a couple of hours up there helping Jake fix the shingles."

   Jason shook his head disgusted.  "Lord, I hope my sisters grow up more
like little ladies than you did.  Riding bikes, climbing on roofs like a
squirrel.  You don't have a feminine bone left in your body, do you?  And
to think you were such a beautiful little girl, once.  All makeup and
curls. Not that you're still not beautiful, but--" He lifted his beer in a
mocking toast.  "Now it's less beauty queen more lesbian-butch."

   I pursed my lips around the can as I sank my teeth into the metal rim to
keep from telling this fucker off.  I turned up the can and let a cold
swallow chase the bile out my mouth.  The problem was he was only an echo
of conversations I had never heard but had heard about.  I would put a
stack of money on it that Uncle Jim and Aunt Elena had talked several times
about my sister's wild ways.  Given that Jen and Anne were already beauty
contest pageant winners, and their older sister Teresa was seriously
looking at the Miss USA pageant.  I'm sure there was family worry that
whatever terrible thing had happened to Megan would skip all the other
girls.

   Megan gave him a look that was pure venom.

   "First, I'm not a lesbian, but let me tell you if I was I would get more
pussy than you.  But second, and you can pass this on if you like, I
stopped going to those kiddy beauty pageant because I got tired of looking
like a miniature hooker.  When a pageant judge told me I needed to rub
vitamin E and cocoa butter lotion on my breasts to make them bigger that
was the last straw.  Fucking pedophile ridden mess." She grabbed her beer
off the table and got to her feet.  "If I was you I would worry less about
me being a lesbian and more about your little sisters making to puberty as
virgins."

   "Hey!"

   My sister stormed off into the house.  If I know her to go check on our
cousins who had eaten breakfast and fallen asleep at the small folding card
table in the kitchen.  When Jason went to get up and follow I waved him
off.

   "You will get your ass kicked at the moment.  She is not in the mood." I
chuckled and sipped my beer.  "And words to the wise, in the future, don't
bring up the past to her.  She's not got fond memories of all the years in
makeup and fake c-cup bras."

   "But I don't understand.  Jen and Anne love it and hell, Teresa was on
the stage right next to Megan and she still loves that life.  All the
frills and dresses and photo sessions.  What the hell's wrong with your
sister, anyway?  Is she one of those gender displaced people we always hear
about?  Thinks she's in the wrong body or some shit." He crushed his beer
can and tossed it into the small nearby trash can.  The crushing was to
show his macho-ness I'm sure, such strength, and showing that paper thin
aluminum can what's what.  "Hell, I flirt with her just to get her to
remember she's really a girl."

   Alright, I'm done with this fucker for the day.

   "Jason, how long are you staying?" At the change of question, he looked
at me startled.  "Sorry, I meant to ask earlier but it slipped my mind."

   Ah ...  till mom gets here.  I think Aunt DeeDee said we might be here
till Dad gets here, and then that he might stay for a few days."

   "So a week or so?" When he nodded I got to my feet.  "Okay, look I've
got to drive back up to the cabin, we left just to take a ride into town,
and then got the news, then drove home in a suck rush and I'm not entirely
sure I didn't leave things out.  Megan will be wanting to go with me; she
left her bike up there.  So, make yourselves at home.  You and the girls
have the run of the place.  I'll call mom and let me know.  We should be
back maybe tomorrow afternoon or the morning after."

   "Ah ...  yeah sure.  Not a problem.  There's food, right?  Groceries? 
How about more beer?" He reached into the small Styrofoam cooler and took
out another beer.  Black and golf labeled bottles of Miller MGD that he had
brought with him.  Megan had started the argumentative grousing by calling
it bottom-shelf beer and tasteless.  To which he had fired back that
Heineken was for Beemer driving posers.  It had been an argument since
then. Jason screwed off the top of this second beer.  "This six pack won't
last me the night and I can't leave the girls to go get more."

   "Dad has a few cases behind the fridge in the garage he hides from Mom.
Blatz," I chuckled at the look that crossed his face.  "You know him and
your dad, if it's not Blatz--"

   "It's not beer.  Yeah.  Oh, well I can deal with it better than I can
with those." He pointed to the green and silver can in my hand.  "Well, if
you're going to be driving you need to put that down."

   I ...  holy shit did my cousin, a man with more DUI's to his name than
God, just suggest sobriety to me?  Appropriate behavior advice from him? 
Fuck, I need a drink.

   Taking that drink, I held up the can and sat it back to the table. 
Abandoning it half full.  "I'm good.  Not even at a buzz.  Let me go get my
sister."

   "Better you than me.  I'll be here." He toasted me with his beer.  "Hey,
by the way, what about Loki?  Ah, am I keeping him?  What does he eat?  A
few dozen sides of beer a night?"

   "We'll take him with us," I said.

   "Oh, okay.  Enjoy the drive.  All five hours of it."

   Leaving my cousin, I went to chase down Megan.  I knew all I was going
to have to do was say "Let's get out of here" and she would be ready to go.
It was Loki that was going to be the problem.  He loves to travel but hates
to leave.  Stopping in the kitchen, I had to think about that.  Strange but
I think me and the dog are polar opposites.  When I stepped into the living
room and found him with his great head in my sister's lap I had to rescind
that.  Not completely it seems.  She looked up at me, her hand not stopping
in caressing the slick-haired dog's side.

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

   The rain started long before the tires left the asphalt.  An hour before
at least.  By the time we started up Reese Mountain it was in full force
and there was enough mud to test my driving skills to the limit.  Loki, on
a large padded cushion between Megan and me, was not happy.  And I have to
say he was about the most cheerful in the whole truck cab.

   My sister was scared silly.  Hard to blame her with lightning popping
close by, two hundred pounds of dog that might at any moment decide to
climb into her lap, and me sliding the ass end of the truck around corners
every few minutes.  And I was trying to take it easy.  Maybe I should have
finished that last beer.  If I was drunk as a fiddler's cat I might be able
to manage this road better.  The truck sure as hell swayed and curved like
there was a drunk driver was at the wheel.

   The cabin came into sight as we passed the break in the woods.  Perched
on the hillside with lightning all around it has a Frankenstein's castle
quality to it I had never seen before.

   "There wolf.  There castle." The mumble beside me startled me.

   I took a second to look away from the road to glance at my sister.  She
was hugging the mastiff's head to her thigh, drool be damned.  I'm not sure
who she was trying to calm.

   "Jake!"

   Eyes on the road, you idiot.  Eyes on the road at all times.  I eased
the big truck around the large rock that had tumbled free due to the rain.
Not a bolder by any means but it was still enough to be bad if I hit it. 
But the one behind it, now that was a bolder.  I slid us a few feet in the
mud trying to stop.  Quartz rock and larger granite chunks crushed or
popped off in all directions from under the tires.  As slow as I could I
eased the truck forward till the front bumper touched stone and gave the
rock a nudge.  It slid to the side enough to clear the road, with a lot of
tires spinning and mud throwing.  Backing up, I eased us around and made a
mental note to come down tomorrow and clear the road.

   That to-do list here at the cabin seems to be getting longer every day.

   The last mile was the worst.  The tires clawed their way up the hill
like a cougar chasing after a pronghorn.  The whole time I kept playing
back in my head the phone conversation with my mom.  The many promises I
had given to try and talk my sister into going back to college.  The
promises, if we didn't leave tomorrow, to drive back down the mountain till
I got a signal and give her a call in the morning.  It was the promise to
"not worry" that had me the most worried.  Why had she asked for me to do
that?  That question rolled over and over in my head till I stopped the
truck.

   "This could prove problematic at best." Megan was looking at the gravel
and mud between the truck and the cabin's porch.  Then she lifted one of
Loki's paws at my raised eyebrow.  "Do you want to wash the dog or mop the
floors?"

   I tossed her the keys.

   "Get the door, I'll get him inside." I batted the big tail that was
knocking me aside.  The second I shut off the truck he had perked up ready
to get out and run play.

   "He will have to go pee, you know that right?" Megan let the keys dangle
by a finger, ducking when lightning popped in the distance.  "And there is
no way I'm shoveling up mountains of dog shit, so that means, even more,
time in the mud."

   "I will get the dog, you get the door," I repeated slowly as if I was
talking to a child.

   She quirked her lips and took a deep breath.  With a squeak, she hopped
out and ran for the porch like she was made of sugar and was going to melt.
Loki, of course, tried to follow but I held his leash tighter.  With him
pacing the bench seat, drooling on everything, I watched her sprint then
sighed.

   "Okay boy, our turn to get wet.  I'm going to have to carry you.  Sucks
to be me, right?  Okay, come on." Opening the door, I turned and caught the
massive dog under his ribs before he could jump into the mud.  "God, you
weigh a fucking ton."

   Kicking the door of the truck shut with my knee, I settled the wiggling
bundle of overgrown canine.  Grunting at the effort, I ran for the shed
where we store firewood.  My sister's Husqvarna was parked where she had
left it.  There would be murder otherwise.  I put Loki down and he
instantly went and lifted a leg over the firewood pile.  That should make
for some interesting smelling fires for Uncle Jim and his clan.  Then he
wanted to go out into the rain, but I held him and made him walk around for
a few.

   Oh, dear god in poop heaven!

   Holding my nose was impossible since I had to pick him back up and carry
him back through the rain to the porch.  By the time I got to the cabin, I
was on the edge of rethinking the whole bathing him or mopping the floors.
God damn it, he's a fucking monster to try and carry.  I put him down on
the porch, slobbering brindle bundle of great gangly galumphing feet.  With
a chuff, he thanked me and went to find my sister.  I went to find a towel,
I was soaked.

   Megan was walking towards me with one.  My eyes took in the sway of her
hips, the curve of her waist, the swell of her breasts.  Was I seeing her
as a woman for the first time?  Really seeing the woman and not my sister?
She saw the look and smiled, enjoying the attention.

   "Figured you would need this." She ran her eyes over my chest; my wet
shirt was stuck to my skin.  "Let me have that.  I'll go hang it up to dry
by the fireplace."

   Peeling the clammy thing off me, I could tell she was watching me the
whole time.  Was she having the same emotional revelation I had?  Was she
seeing me, not as her older brother, but as a man?  A possible lover?

   "I'll get a fire going.  Soon as I get a shirt."

   She nodded not looking away from my chest.

   "Megan."

   "Humm?" Her gaze rose slowly till it met mine.  "Yes?"

   "Was us coming back here ...  alone ...  a bad idea?"

   There was so much left unsaid; so many words that needed to be said that
I was not sure I could say.  And that would be impossible to take back once
spoken.  I saw in her eyes the same lust that I felt.

   "No.  It wasn't.  I'm ..." She took a hesitant step towards me.  "I'm
glad we're here.  Alone.  No prying eyes or gossiping family." Megan lifted
a hand to touch my bare chest.  Her fingers ran lightly through the damp
hairs.  Then they were moving up my neck, into the hairs at the back of my
neck.  "I want to do this, but I don't want every eye in the family to see
me doing it."

   I leaned into her when she rose up on her toes.  Her lips touched mine,
a simple kiss yet it was so much beyond simple.  It promised passion.  It
promised gentleness and fire with each passing second.  The claims of our
cousin Jason that my sister didn't have female interests in men fell away
under that kiss.  She was as passion driven as any woman I had ever kissed,
and then some.  She grew aggressive.  Then more so.  When her lips left
mine it was to place a bit on the thin skin below my neck.  Her teeth
raking across my collar bone.  I winced but loved it, the pain nothing
compared to the pleasure.

   Then she was gone from my arms.

   Breathing hard, Megan stepped back.  She shivered as the thunder rolled
over the house again, but her eyes were alive.  She licked the taste of me
off her lips.

   "Get a fire going.  Please."

   "Sure." A little puzzled, and more than breathless from the kiss, I
tilted my head.  "But why?"

   "Because I want to lay on that huge bearskin rug by the fire and let you
kiss me till I'm tired of being kissed." She grinned.  "I can't be the
first girl in this family to have wanted to do that."

   I smiled.  Then chuckled.  With her sassy grin egging me on I went to
the big fireplace.  Looking over I saw that Loki had taken his place on the
twin bed sized dog bed in the corner.  He watched me with his eyes half
opened but was so happy in his lazy contentment he didn't even raise his
head.  He did thump his tail a few times then closed his dark eyes.

   As I built up the kindling I looked down at the dark fur rug nearby. 
The old bear had been grandpa's pride enjoy.  He told the story of that
hunt every year.  How the bear had come after him once it had been shot. 
How he had to stand brave and shoot twice more to bring it down, a mere
five feet from him.  Dad often had often teased him that that old bear got
closer with every telling.

   The sound of bare feet on the floor caught my attention about the time
as the fire was going well.  Turning I saw my sister was in the same robe
she had worn before.  Her bare legs brushing the cloth open with every
step. Megan saw my eyes on her and licked her lips.

   "I'm nervous," she said then.  "I've been thinking about this since our
first kiss, but I'm scared at the same time.  Can you understand that?"

   "Yeah.  I'm the same."

   "You are?" she asked.  "Good, I wouldn't want to be the only one."

   The robe wasn't tied.  She opened her arms and held them back letting it
fall to the floor.  Oh, damn....

   Not able to even breathe, sure this was a strange dream and not real, I
watched my naked sister lay herself down on the bearskin rug, her body
fully on glorious display to me.

   "Kiss me, please." Her words were breathless.

   Kneeling down next to her on the thick fur, I hesitated for just a
moment.  Looking at that so familiar face, I paused.  Years of life
together flashed through my memory in seconds.  Her eyes opened, she saw
the confusion in my eyes.

   "It's okay.  I want this and I know you do as well.  This is for us,
just us." Her hand slipped behind my head, putting gentle pressure on my
neck to pull my lips closer.  "Kiss me and tell me I'm beautiful.  I'll
believe it from you." As our lips touched she mumbled against mine.  "Only
you, Jake."

   With my body screaming at me to touch every part of her at once, I had
to fight myself to simply kiss her.  To touch, to kiss, to lick, to taste.
Then her hands were there to guide mine, moving my fingers to her breasts.
I gave the nipple a gentle squeeze and she moaned into my mouth.  Her lips
parted and my sister's tongue sought out mine.

   Her hands were on me then, guiding me, positioning me and I gladly went
where she led.  The feeling of her bare skin on my chest, her breasts
pressed into me, then the strength of her pulling us together.  Megan's
hands ran down my back and stopped at the waistband of my jeans.

   "You're overdressed," she breathed by my ear then attacked my neck with
tongue, teeth, and lips.  "Let me help with that."

   My sister's hands were under me, between us then.  She unsnapped my
pants, purred down the zipper and hooked the pants with her thumbs.  With
every uncontrolled thrust from me, she pushed them further down my hips,
catching my underwear and sliding it off at the same time.  I groaned when
my cock was freed and rubbed in her dark thatch for the first time.  She
all but threw her hips at me, as if ready to snap at my cock if it didn't
get where she wanted it.

   Catching my pants in a mad scramble I sent them past my knee, then
scooped up the back of my sister's thighs, opening her legs.  She wiggled
under me, positioning herself, opening herself before me.  Giving her wet
body to me willingly, eagerly.  With the old fur bunching under my knees, I
surrendered to the most primal of human urges and slipped into my sister.
Oh, god!  How wet, and how tight, and how fiercely she pushed back at me.
Driving her own body up the length of me, making me go deeper than I would
have so soon, sheathing my cock to the very end in that first thrust.

   With a cry she pulled me down onto her, bodies rubbing against each
other, sweat forming quickly to make that connection slick, as slick as she
was inside.  No, I corrected in, though.  No, nothing felt that slick, she
was drenching my cock.  Megan was by far the wettest woman I had ever
entered.

   "Oh yes, that what I wanted," she moaned by my ear.  Then her arms
wrapped my head, pulling my lips back to hers, devouring me in hot,
open-mouthed kisses that stole my breath.  Then her hands were on my back,
nails digging into the skin causing pain that was a spur.

   Not that I need such.

   No, I knew I was going to be more in need of restraint if I was going to
last any time.  The sheer excitement of getting to do this to my sister,
the very forbidden nature of it was driving me far too quickly towards an
end.  That thought, however, gave me a moment's pause.

   "Megan."

   "Humm?"

   "Are you on the pill?"

   Her answer was to hug tight to me stilling our movement.  Then with a
deep sigh, she slowly turned loose and looked up into my face.  She looked
so sad.

   "No.  I stopped taking it when I broke up with Eric back last fall. 
I've not had a guy friend I wanted to do anything with, hell not even drink
a beer with." For a second she looked like she wanted to cry.  "I'm sorry.
I'll get you off don't worry, but you can't cum in me."

   Tenderly I brushed back a strand of her damp hair from her face. 
Leaning in I smiled and kissed her.

   "Don't worry.  I will.  I have to go down to town tomorrow anyway; I'll
grab some condoms then, but till then my lovely." With a flirty grin
planted my hands to either side of her head.  With a push, I slid down her
wet body till my face was nuzzled in the thick tangle of hair.  She began
to protest, catching my head trying to stop me.  But then my tongue found
her clit.  Swollen from our fucking, protruding from under its little hood
and more than happy to accept what I wanted to do.  I looked up across her
belly.  "Ladies always come first, right?"

   "Jake ...."

   Grinning, I looked down and began to suck on my sister's slick clit. 
The smell of her sex, all warm and funky from the sex, was flooding my
nose. I wiggled a little and settled in between her open thighs to enjoy
myself.  She was so deliciously wet.

   "Oh ...  oh, yes."

   I smiled at the low moan, knowing I was giving her so much pleasure. 
Licking and nibbling lapping at the flood of juices, I fished my left arm
under her right thigh pulling her to my mouth.

   "Ah ...  oh, oh please."

   The knowledge that I was going to make my sister come; that she was
going to have an orgasm on my tongue, how wonderful was that?  The
trembling in her thighs against the side of my face.  The tight grip of her
fingers in my hair.  The breathy gasps for air and the deeper and deeper
moans, telling me with every motion of my tongue what she was enjoying the
most.  Over and over I repeated those things.  Learning Megan's buttons,
her pleasure points.

   "Jake, please."

   I looked up across her trembling belly.  I grinned, my face dripping. 
"All you had to do was ask me so very nicely."

   Her leg hooked the back of my head and drove my face back into her!

   "Shut up, I'm close."

   Chuckling, I went back to devouring her.

   Moments later when her finger's gripped my hair painfully hard, I was
again smothered with the warm fold of wet skin and pulled deeper.

   "OH, YES!"

   Of course, I didn't stop.  I wanted to hear far more than one simple
orgasmic cry; I wanted her to be begging me to stop.  I needed to hear my
sister orgasm over and over, till she lost all control.  I wanted the cabin
to be filled with screams.

   And it was.  Mine.  I mean you would have screamed too if, in the middle
of eating out your sister, a two-hundred-pound mastiff put his cold nose to
the crack of your ass.

   Sigh, well he's not called Loki for nothing.

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

   It's amazing just how quickly you can get comfortable with something. 
In just a few day I had become so used to having Megan sleeping next to me
I knew I would miss it if she wasn't there.  This morning she was of course
as naked as myself.  We had gone to bed when the fire burned down to coals,
walking through the cabin, hand in hand, naked and feeling so wicked for
being that ...  here.  As we passed the family pictures on the wall my mind
played tricks and gave me the eerie feeling of disapproving eyes following
us.

   Not that I could blame them for looking, though, Megan's ass looked
spectacular.

   Speaking of which.

   Snuggling up to my sleeping sister, I ran a hand down her side, and
across her hip onto that incredible curve.  I heard a chuckle.  Then she
wiggled her ass back up against me, letting her ass cheeks shroud my hard
cock.

   "Have you not left for the store yet?" She reached around us and slipped
her hand between us to grip my cock.  "I so badly want this back inside me.
Over and over, all day long."

   Megan's hand moved and then she was turning in my arms to face me.

   "You still here?" She asked when her finger's curled around me, gripping
me hard.

   Giving her a kiss, I lowered my head and teased a nipple hard.  "Be
right back, keep the bed warm."

   "Um, hum." She wiggled down in the sheets.  Snuggling deeper into the
pile of pillows.  "I'll be waiting."

   Male strippers can certainly take their clothes off faster, but I would
put money on it no one has ever gotten dressed faster.  I was pulling on my
shoes and stuffing keys, wallet and phone into my pocket within moments. 
Loki looked up and I motioned him outside but he laid his head back down.
Let sleeping dogs lie, and all that.  Megan will be up for coffee here
soon, and I know she will let him out.  He tends to obey her better than me
anyway.

   You know the whole getting to have wild sex with my sister thing, that
kind of was distracting.  Distracting enough in fact that some of the
lesser events of yesterday have faded behind the more interesting ones. 
Things like ...  a huge boulder in the middle of the road, per say.

   Well, fuck, what's one more dent in the bumper.  Right?  It's not like
it was perfect, to begin with.  Dad hit that tree that one time, and there
was some rust.

   Sigh.

   Picking up the broken part of the bumper and putting it into the back of
the fucking truck, I continued on my way.  Of course, given what I was
going for and what was waiting behind me, eagerly waiting, I would have
carried the truck to town on my shoulders if I had to.  Uphill both ways
and if I had to through three feet of snow, with a thunderstorm popping me
with lightning the whole way.  In the ass.

   Seriously.

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

   The conversation with Mom was painful.  Like, stab a paperclip under
your fingernail painful.  She said all of four words about Dad.  "He is
doing better." Then I was being grilled on how I had managed to talk Megan
into going back to college.  Something I had not even done yet but that Mom
was sure I was the only one that could accomplish.  And that, by her
reckoning, I had already had plenty of time to do since I saw my mother
last.

   Then while I was still trying to choke down that load of guilt trip she
began to say something about Jim's clan of misguided miscreants.  I held
the phone away from my ear and let the blah, blah, blah roll on.  I had
better things to do than listen to the complaints about people I'm related
to.  Important things, like ...  driving back to the cabin and fucking my
sister's brains out.

   Oh, how many times in a day did that forbidden desire hit me sideways.
Then I would get the hard left hook from my conscience "What the fuck are
you doing, you asshole?  She's your sister!" Then would come the K.O. 
punch of "You need to be worrying about Dad, not about getting your sister
to give you a blowjob."

   Condoms, potato chips, beer, some steaks, more beer, some soda, and a
metric ton of dog food.

   Unable to think of anything else, I pulled out of the Spend-A-Lot
grocery store.  Except for the prices the place was forever trapped
somewhere in the mid-eighties.  From the clickity-clack cash register to
the teased up high hair styles of the cashiers who looked at my Debit card
funny.  The grocery bags were brown paper sacks.  Plastic was not an
option.

   There are times I'm listening for banjos while I'm in this town.  The
fact I've heard them, once or twice, still makes me nervous as sin.

   The drive back up to the cabin was the same monotony of tree farms and
shotgun blasted road signs.  For all that I said it changes year to year,
it's not a dramatic change.  The last power pole flashes past and I'm
climbing the first outlying hills of the mountain.  Then it's past the
quarry road ....  Wait, what the fuck?

   Crushed road gravel sliding and crunching under the tires, I skidded to
a halt.  Dropping the truck into reverse I backed up twenty feet.

   There was a white bikini, with a decorative silver diamond pattern, top
hanging on the quarry road sign.

   My sister's bikini top.

   There was also a motorbike's fishtail of gravel sprayed at the turn.

   Turning the truck down the old abandoned road, I eased it around the
bigger trees that were fighting the hard ground along the edge.  Dad had
predicted that in twenty years this once busy road would be a deer trail.
As I ran over a small bristlecone pine in the middle of the road, I was
inclined to agree.  When the trees finally parted, I saw the Huffy parked
to one side and I pulled the truck over next to it.

   Megan's bikini bottom was hanging off the throttle.

   A loud chuff, then a happy bark told me who else was here.  I started
walking down the sanded path toward the water only to stop ten feet from
the truck.

   "Oh, shit."

   The monster rose from the watery depths and, with a loud noise that
echoes off the sides of the quarry, pulled itself from the murk and charged
me.  Up the path came the great beast in all his mammoth ...  wetness ...
his huge paws tearing at the loose sand and rock.

   "No, no!  Bad dog!  Down!  No.  Ah, fuck already."

   With a hundred happy barks and my sister's laughter in my ears, I
brushed the wet sand off and tried to brush the water Loki had shook, or
rubbed, or pawed, all over my clothes before they soaked in.  Not likely.
Damp and hating it, I started back down the path of sand that led to a
small artificially made sand "Beach" my dad and Uncle created when the
quarry played out.

   There was a naked mermaid in our quarry lake.  I grinned watching her
bare ass appear as she ducked under and swam toward the shore underwater.
Loki, with his love of the water that was odd for his bred, ran into the
lake sending up a bow wake belly flop splash.  Then he began to dog paddle
around doing his Loch Ness monster impression.

   "How's Dad?" My sister had swum up to the stone ledge five feet out from
the "beach" and rested her arms on it, which left her head out the water.
"Is he okay?"

   "Mom said he was doing better." I sat down on the dry sand.  "Then she
began to bless me out for not talking you into going back to college yet."

   "HA!  Like that's going to happen.  Nope, I'm done with higher
education. By this time next year I'll be gearing up to try and win at
Loretta Lynn's and after I do that, who knows.  Sponsors, Championship
tours, the X-Games.  I mean I could easily take it as far as Dad did,
right? Maybe farther, since I'll have him to coach me every step of the
way. He had to do it mostly on his own." My sister lifted herself up on the
rock ledge and her breasts came clear of the water, the nipples dripping.
She grinned at me.  "Did you get them?"

   "A whole great box full."

   "Oh, goody." She rose up on her knees the water sluicing down her naked
body.  "Come on in.  Let me get you all hot and then we'll have sex there
on the beach."

   "I'm already hot, and that water is cold as hell.  Which would have the
opposite reaction we're wanting."

   Megan stood up, the water barely reaching her knees and walked towards
me.  Then she was kneeling in front of me pushing me back onto the sand,
draping her wet body over me.

   "Then I guess we should fuck first and then go swimming."

   Her mouth slammed into mine with an aggressing that promised this was
going to be wonderful.  Then her kiss turned tender telling me it was going
to be even better than that.  Her skin was wet and cool under my hands even
as her lips became so warm touching mine.

   My sister sat up on my stomach.  Her hands caressed up her belly to her
breasts and she pinched her nipples.  She walked backward on her knees a
little, caught my belt and began undoing my pants.  Her fingers curled
around my cock when it popped free, her fingers chill but strong.

   "We're going to need one of those condoms.  Like, now."

   Squirming under her, I fished out my wallet and pulled a foil wrapper
free.  She took it from me and looked it over.

   "For my pleasure, huh?  We'll see about that."

   If anyone had ever told me I would lay flat on my back and watch my
naked sister slip a condom onto my hard cock then smile at me and slid down
me, I would have punched the fucker.  As is, it's a memory now carved into
the bone of my skull so my brain can reflect on it forever.  Oh, just ...
damn.

   There was a huge splashing behind her.  Megan turned on me to look back.
"Loki, go get your ball!  Go find your ball!"

   The big mastiff shook off the water then took off toward the cabin at a
...  well, what he does that passes for a run.  He circled the lake and ran
up the trail that's a short cut to the cabin.

   "Isn't his ball at the house?" I asked.

   "Yep, but that will keep him out of our business for hours." She grinned
and clamped down on me, lifting up to massaged the whole of me from base to
tip.  When she slammed herself back down on me I cried out at the intensity
of that.  She too moaned and out voices echoed back to us from the quarry
wall.  Megan held still for a moment listening to them then smiled.  "Oh,
this is going to be fun."

   With a slow rocking motion, Megan began to ride me.  I smiled as I
realized she was going to make no effort to be quiet.  In fact, she
screamed out at the pleasure she was feeling.  Often leaning fully back on
me, and crying out to the clouds overhead.  Her efforts pulled similar
cries from me.  Together we made the old rock quarry resonate the sounds of
our pleasure out into the surrounding lands.  Not that we cared, there was
no another soul for an hour's drive.

   My sister leaned in and was kissing me when she orgasmed on top of me
and that was all it took for me to cross that last hurdle myself.  She
collapsed on top of me and I hugged her to me.

   "Oh, I love you."

   Her words rolled over me.  This was not a sister telling her brother how
she felt but a lover's confession of passion and desire.  And it was with
that understanding that I knew I felt the same way about her.  Oh, I loved
her as my sister, sure.  But it was so much more than that now.  The very
idea of not being with Megan sunk into my bones with a revulsion and pain I
couldn't deny.  Looking up through her damp hair I watched the clouds pass
overhead, a plane's contrail slowing crossing the sky.

   "I love you too."

   There were soft tears in my sister's eyes when she sat up enough to look
into my eyes.  "What are we going to do, Jake?'

   "Well, putting on some clothes would be a good place to start."

   Oh, shit ....

   Tilting my head back I looked past Megan's hair to see my Aunt Elena
standing at the point where the beach appeared from the trail.  Her arms
were crossed and the look on her face was unreadable.

   "I'll be up at the cabin." She turned and stalked away.

   "Oh, we are so boned," said Megan after a second.

   For some reason, the humor of that went unnoticed by me at the time. 
I'm sure a joke would have lightened the tension.

   Maybe not.

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

   "So, how long?" Was standing in front of the cold fireplace her back to
us.  "Not that it matters, it has to stop.  This is not just wrong, it's
sick.  You're brother and sister for God's sake!"

   "Ah yeah, we know that, Aunt Elena." Megan was in no mood to be told
what to do.  Not by anyone.  "The whole we grew up together thing was a
clue."

   "Your sass I don't need right now, girl." The tone of my aunt's voice
was icy.  "I've half a mind to call your mother and tell her all of this.
The only reason I'm not is that I'm sure it would put her in a bed right
next to your father in the ICU.  Oh, how could the two of you do this?  Now
of all times." She gave her foot a stomp.  "All I can say is I'm thankful I
left my girls at your Mom's with Jason.  What if they had been with me when
I got here?  Think what it would have done to them to see their cousins
rutting like two dogs in the sand?"

   The embarrassment that we had gotten caught multiplied by that
might-have-been-guilt, making it feel like a ton of bricks sitting on my
chest.  Shamefaced I couldn't look at her.

   Megan had no such reserve.  Her eyes blazed.

   "What if it hadn't been Jake?  What if I had a boyfriend or hell some
guy I met at the grocery store and wanted to fuck?  Would it be any
different?" My sister got to her feet leaving me alone on the couch.  "You
walked in on me having sex but want me to be the one to feel embarrassed?
Not a chance."

   "You weren't just having sex, young lady.  You were having sex with you
own brother!"

   "Again, well aware of that fact." Megan had moved till she and Aunt
Elena were all but nose to nose.  "And also aware it's none of your
business who I'm fucking."

   "I'm your family, girl.  That makes it my business!"

   Not seeing either one backing down a step, I was expecting to see the
two of them start swinging at any second and was not sure what I would need
to do in that case.  Getting between two women fighting is never a good
idea but they were both family, which made it an even worse idea.

   "If it had been one of your sons, (Hah!) Then yes, it would be your
business." Megan was talking in a voice that hissed anger.  "As is, mind
your own damn affairs and leave me to mine.  Bitch."

   Aunt Elena eyes narrowed and she stormed right back.

   "My husband's brother, my brother-in-law since before your skinny ass
was born, is in a hospital bed.  He may not get out of it.  He might not
ever walk again if he does pull through.  My husband flew halfway across
the country to sit at his bedside and hold his brother's hand." Elena poked
Megan hard between her breasts, a move I was sure was going to cause the
fight I know is coming.  "I need to be at his side, but I came up here to
help the two of you out with this damn cabin.  Walking in on what I saw was
not what I expected for this day." Her face turned disgusted.  "How the
hell could you?  With your dad possibly on his death bed right now, how?"

   There was a low growl next to me and my hand shot out to take hold of
Loki's collar.  I saw that he had lowered his huge head and was looking at
Aunt Elena.  His deep woof startled both ladies.

   "Loki, no!" Megan's command calmed him more than my hand on his neck. 
"Go lay down."

   With slow grudging reluctance, the big dog moved away from beside me to
his bed.  He laid down but kept watching Megan.

   Shocked that the big teddy bear dog had suddenly shown a grizzly face,
Aunt Elena moved away from Megan a little.  "Either way, this sick stuff
you two are doing has to stop.  Not only is it wrong, sinful, it's illegal.
The two of you could go to jail.  Prison."

   "Aunt Elena."

   She looked over at me.

   "I love her."

   For a second the disgust was strong on her face, and then it melted. 
She looked to Megan.

   "And I love him."

   My aunt sighed, looked down and shook her head.  "Damn it, you two. 
This can't happen!  There is no future in it, not for either of you.  Jake,
think of the college degree you're after.  Your life after that.  If you're
trying to have some sort of twisted relationship with your sister, even if
you don't get caught it will get out.  All of that will be ruined." She
turned to my sister.  "And Megan, what about children?  A family?  A nice
home somewhere?  All of that will be impossible if you're living with this
kind of secret hanging over your heads.  Don't you want--"

   Megan interrupted her, her voice heated.  "That's not my dream.  Not
even close to it."

   "Ah, I've heard your dream little lady, from your mom, and I've got news
for you." Aunt Elena gave a little huffing laugh, contemptuous.  "It isn't
going to happen.  You're going your butt back to college, get a degree you
can use and you're going to get a job, where you will find you some nice
guy, who's not your brother, and have a normal life."

   "Not fucking likely." Megan snarled deeper than Loki could.  'I'm going
to go ride motocross.  I'm going to be as famous as Dad was, or maybe more
so.  And I'm going to live!  I'm going to have a life where I do what the
hell I want." She pointed at me.  "With who the hell I want, no matter who
he is."

   Aunt Elena went to speak, but she didn't get a word out.

   My sister again closed the distance between her and our Aunt.  "I'm not
going to be a slave in a split level ranch!  I'm not going to live my life
with a dozen kids hanging on me like charms on a bracelet.  And I'm never
going to be a woman who spent her life sitting around waiting for a man to
show up from work." Her point made Megan walked away from our Aunt over to
Loki, who was on his feet growling again.  She knelt down and rubbed his
great head.  "Lay down, boy.  It's okay."

   "Despite what you might think, little girl, I've lived." Elena's voice
was calmer than mine could have been.  But it was a cold calm too.  "I've
had a great life.  I have a wonderful husband and wonderful children.  My
life is as complete as it could have ever been.  I wouldn't change a
thing."

   Megan looked back at her in disgust.  "The slave collar has worn till
it's comfortable then, huh?"

   "Being a good, loving wife and having a happy stable home is not
slavery! It's not.  You've lived with the benefits of it your whole life."
Elena looked away from us.  "Not having a family that cares, worries about
you, or protects you, that is far, far worse.  And because I know what
that's like, having grown up in that type home, I'm going to make damn sure
no one in this family has to find out what that is like."

   A pregnant silence hit the room.

   When Megan looked back at our Aunt she was looking intently at my
sister.

   "I hate that I have to do this, Megan.  I truly do.  Blackmail has no
place in a family.  But I will use it to make you not do something stupid.
You're going back to college.  You're going to learn and you're going to do
well." She pointed towards the door.  "And you're going to sell that damn
bike out there."

   "Not a chance in hell," said Megan.

   "Then your father will learn that his daughter and his son are fucking.
His health be damned." She took a deep sigh.  "I love my brother-in-law. 
In my life, he is second only to my husband.  That being said I will not
let this continue.  It will destroy both of your lives!"

   Megan was shaking with anger.  She left Loki and stalked to our Aunt who
stood as if expecting a blow.

   "You are not my mother.  Fuck you."

   Megan stormed off towards the back of the cabin.  The slamming of a door
echoed through the house.

   "You're awfully quiet," Elena said to me after a moment.  "Don't you
want to rage at me too?"

   "Nope.  No point." When she looked at me I shrugged.  "Megan is like our
father, but I'm our mom made over.  And while I love you dearly, I will do
what I want in this life.  Other's opinions of me be damned."

   She looked at me exasperated.  "You too, huh?  Will no one listen to
reason?"

   "Did you?"

   My aunt looked at me shocked.  "What?"

   "Mom had always said you married Uncle Jim way too young.  You were
what? Fifteen?  If someone had told you no, would you have listened?" My
eyes drifted from her to the dead fireplace.  "Or what would you have done
if someone gave you an ultimatum back then?  Don't marry that man, or
else."

   "That's different."

   "In what way?  Megan is not you, she is not Mom, hell, she's not even
Dad.  Dad can be reasoned with.  She is like a force of nature, has been
since the blow up with Mom over the beauty pageants.  At twelve she gave
Mom and ultimatum that makes yours look tame."

   "I heard about that." My Aunt crossed her arms under her breasts.  "Your
mom should have had her in therapy.  What child that age says she will
commit suicide?"

   "One that would have done it." Getting to my feet I walked over to my
Aunt.  I took a deep breath and looked her in the eyes, the embarrassment I
felt at war with the determination within me.  "Look at me.  I am not a
child.  I am a grown man, in love with a woman.  And she loves me.  Do
whatever you're going to do, but that won't change.  Family approval be
damned."

   She saw in my eyes that I was willing to give up everything for Megan.
My Aunt looked away.  "I won't tell.  But God, Jake it's so wrong!  How can
you look at her and even think like that?"

   "Love."

   She shook her head and looked away.  "I won't tell, but I don't approve.
And I'm leaving.  There is no way I can stay here knowing the two of you
are doing ...  that.  Have done that.  It's disgusting."

   "So is all sex, if you look at it the wrong way.  Stay the night, before
you leave." Outside the first rumbles of the afternoons were echoing to us.
"The road out of here will be impassable, for your car, in just a bit. 
Stay."

   She reluctantly nodded.

   Behind us, the bedroom door opened again and Megan stormed out, her
backpack over her shoulder.  I intercepted my sister before she could get
to the door.  It took a lot of persuasions to get her to go back to her
room.  I think the storm, that had begun to rage as we talked, did most of
it.  She left her packed bag by the door.

   For the rest of the afternoon, and into the night, the cabin was deathly
quiet of speech, even as it shook from thunder.

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

   Dinner was a get a bowl and take it to your respective corner to eat in
silence, kind of affair.  I wanted to sit with Megan to eat but from the
reviled look Aunt Elena was giving us made me hesitate.  Her opinion of me
didn't matter too much, but I was not sure I could choke down my food under
that "Condemned to Hell" look of disgust, loathing, and pity.

   Aunt Elena went to her bedroom not long after that.  Leaving without a
word.

   "I'm not sleeping alone.  I don't care about her morals, or whatever.  I
want you next to me." Megan placed her hands on one of mine.  "I'm scared.
The storm and all.  Can we go to bed?"

   "Sure." I took my empty bowl to the kitchen and then came back.  "Let me
walk Loki."

   "I'll be waiting for you," she promised.

   The big dog really had to go.  He was waiting at the door, storm be
damned.

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

   The sheets were deliciously cool on my naked skin, warming gradually the
closer I slid next to Megan.  She gave a contented moan and turned to face
me.  A sweet smile on her face.

   "I want to do something naughty."

   My eyebrows rose at not only her words but the look in her eyes.  When
she placed a kiss on my neck, and then another one ...  with a nip of her
teeth to shock me.  My sister giggled at the sharp hiss of air I sucked in.
Then her kisses were going further down my chest.  I was twitching when her
lips found my nipple and she gave it a lick.

   "Feel good?" she purred.  "I love it when you lick mine."

   "So do I."

   She giggled again then looked down my stomach, her eyes following the
trail of dark hair.  "I've been figuring, you know fairs fair, you've gone
down one me.  I feel like I owe you something nice."

   Oh, shit.

   Unable to believe I was watching this, I scooted back on the pillows as
she kissed her way down across my stomach.  Her chin touched my cock first,
and she nuzzled it between her shoulder and neck, rubbing her cheek with
the wet head.

   "I've always wanted to try this but never had a guy I thought deserved
this from me.  Not till you." Turning her head she placed a single kiss on
the side of my cock.  I've watched a lot of porn, seen girls do this for
hours.  I'll do my best to please."

   "Just go slowly till you get used to it," I said.  Giving her the only
advice I knew to give on the subject.

   Taking hold of me, my sister licked the underside of me from base to
tip. "Have you had this done to you before?"

   "Yes.  When I dated Belinda.  She did it once or twice, but didn't like
it."

   "Humph, so she was a twit as well as a twat.  Honestly your taste in
women." She giggled.  "I guess they have improved in the last few days,
huh?"

   "Oh, my yes."

   Then I was in her mouth.  Oh, the wet heat and pleasure of that moment.
I felt her lips twitch; she was struggling and of course not doing what I
had said.  Right out the gate, she was trying to take me too deep into her
mouth.  I placed a hand under her ear, my fingers on her jawline and lifted
her mouth up me just a bit.  I felt her lips smile around me.  Then her
tongue was licking the end and my ability to think vanished for a few
moments.

   "Oh, Megan."

   My sister popped her mouth off me like I was a lollipop.  "Not so loud.
Mrs.  Aunty Prude is right down the hall.  Wouldn't want her to interrupt
us twice in one day.  And certainly not ..." She gave the side of my cock a
gentle nibble.  "When I'm enjoying the hell out of this delicious cock."

   I tried.  Honestly, I tried to be quiet.  Megan was having fun and that
made all the difference in the world from the other times I'd felt a
woman's mouth on me.  She didn't know as much, my sister didn't have
knowledge beyond what she had seen porn starlets do and she did try to do
those things.  Some felt wonderful.  Some felt odd, and some just looked
great and didn't feel like anything all.  Then when she found something
that made me moan, her giving the tip of me a licking caress with the back
of her tongue while bobbing her lips down the shaft, she decided to torture
me with that.

   And oh damn, what a delightful torture it was.

   I did try to be quiet.  Really.

   I failed miserably at it, but I did try.

   Somewhere between that last moan and the approaching orgasm, I could not
halt my sister stopped.  She sat up and wiped her mouth with her hand.  Her
fingers stroked the wet length of me.

   "I was so caught up in my own orgasm I didn't really feel you come in me
before, and then we were interrupted.  I really want to feel it this time.
I want to know that I have made my brother come." She reached between her
own legs and then brought her fingers to my mouth.  They were gooey wet and
reeked of her passion and desire.  "Where are those condoms?"

   When she leaned over me to get to the nightstand next to me I caught her
hanging breast in my mouth giving the nipple a suck.  She squealed, caught
by surprise.  Sitting back up she swatted at me.

   "Naughty boy, those are for dessert."

   For the second time today I watched my sister open a condom and slid it
onto me.  Honestly, it's a show that I don't think is ever going to get
boring.  She did it slower, this time, teasing me, taunting me.

   Sitting up, I caught her shoulders and pushed her down onto her back. 
She gave a startled yelp and then another as I slid between her open legs.
Her mouth parted into the perfect "O" as I slipped inside her.  With my
knees flanking her ass and her thighs to hold onto I began a hard rocking
rhythm.  Driving the whole of me to the back of her with each thrust.  I
love the look on her face.  Pure lustful enjoyment of being fucked.  Being
fucked by me.  Her brother.  I knew that was part of it for her, and
truthfully for me as well.  But at this moment my sister was only a
beautiful woman to me.  The most delightfully sexy and beautiful woman I
had ever seen and I wanted so very much to give her all the pleasure in the
world.  I needed her to orgasm first again, but there was no way I could
last that long.  Her sweet lips had me already on the edge here at the very
beginning.

   "C-C-C-Come for me, brother." Her words had that little stutter she
hated and only did when breathless.  "I want to feel the pulses of cum when
they shoot into m-m-me."

   There was no holding back.  There was no talking my times and there sure
as hell was no being silent.  With a gaspy roar, I felt my body lock and my
lust for her rush from me.  Oh, how I hated that condom at the moment.  I
wanted her to feel the wetness of it within her.  I wanted ...  I wanted-

   My rational brain flinched back from the thought of what I wanted, but
my eyes went to her flat belly, muscular abs.  In my lack of air delirium,
I saw instead a belly swollen and I wished, oh how I wished for that
second. It was a fleeting thought and one that I knew was impossible, but
just then the whole world consisted of her and me.  Nothing outside of it
mattered.  Not the woman down the hall.  Not the family hours away.  Not
silly laws and stupid prejudices.  Just my sister and myself.  Together. 
Joined.

   I was exhausted.

   Megan welcomed me when my weight collapsed onto her.  She hugged me to
her and I was on the edge of tears at what I had thought, and the loss of
that thought that reality brought, as my mind grabbed handfuls of air from
my blood stream.

   "My lover, my sweet, sweet lover.  I felt that.  You pulsed inside me,
swelling, making me stretch around you." Her lips rained kiss after kiss on
my sweaty face.  Her hands brushed my hair back from my face.  "I love
you."

   "And I love you," I said, breathless.

   She gave a slight chuckle.  Then she wiggled under me and I slipped
completely out of her.

   "Sorry about that, but you were rubbing against my ...  oops, I've got
to go pee."

   With me chuckling into my pillow I watched her squirm her way out the
bed and, on wobbly legs, grab up her robe and fly out the room.

   Rolling over on my back, looking up at the cedar rafters that angled up
to meet the next floor, I chased after my breath.  When I finally caught it
I sat up enough to pull the condom off my limp cock and toss it into the
wastebasket next to my bed.  Sitting up, I made a mental note to make
absolutely sure I cleaned that out before I left.  A used condom (or ten)
found in this room could take a lot of explaining.

   Megan rushed back into the room making shushing sounds.

   I held out my hands, I hadn't been making any noise.

   She came right up to beside my ear.  "Aunt Elena is moaning up a storm
in her room.  I heard it as I came back through.  She's really, really
moaning."

   I lifted an eyebrow.

   Megan began to tug at my arm.  "Come on; no fuck the clothes, come on.
She might stop.  Oh, fine a robe then, but hurry.  You have to hear this."

   Grabbing a bathrobe, I threw it around me as she tiptoed out into the
hall and I followed.

   There was a thump that startled us.  We paused but then more sound came
from Aunt Elena's room, rhythmic sounds, vocal sounds and we moved forward
again.  Feeling like such naughty little kids we eased right up to her
door. I placed my ear to the crack in the door.

   Not moaning.  Crying?

   Megan's eyes were puzzled.  She mouthed at less than a breath "That was
not the sound I heard." Shaking her head she stood up straight.  She shooed
me back a few feet.  "Aunt Elena?"

   "Go away.  Go back and have more fun ...." Her words died off in more
tears.

   My sister stood silent for a second then her hand moved to the door
knob. When the door opened she walked in without asking.

   "Get out!  Go back to what you were doing.  I'm fine, leave me alone,"
my aunt's words were wet with bitter tears lacing each word.

   "No."

   Moving up a bit, I saw Megan had crossed the room and sat down on the
bed next to our aunt.  She was holding the older woman's hand while Aunt
Elena cried.  Not sure what was going on I moved to stand in the door.  "

   "What's the matter?" Megan asked when the tears slacked off a bit.

   "I'm a hypocrite." My aunt looked up, saw me and pulled the sheet up to
her chin, but then relaxed.  She closed her eyes tight.  "I watched the two
of you today.  When I found you at the lake.  I stood there and watched for
the longest time before I walked down to make you stop.  Then you both
orgasmed just as I got there and it was ...  it was the most sexually
explicit thing I had ever seen with my own eyes.  I was shocked to the core
and--"

   Her words died in a second and she turned her face from us.  My sister
took her hand again.

   "You got horny?  Turned on by what you saw us doing."

   There was a half-second of embarrassed flush to Aunt Elena's cheeks and
then the tiniest of nods.  She still wouldn't look at us.

   Moving to the other side of the door my eyes caught something on the
floor by my feet.  Looking down I saw that it was a bright pink dildo, with
a small knobby thing on top and what liked like rabbit ears attached to
that.  It was glistening wetly down its whole length.  When Megan, at a
loss, looked over at me I pointed down to it.  She gave a half grin once
she saw what it was.

   "And hearing us tonight you got horny again, right?" There was hinted
laughter in my sister's words.

   Aunt Elena looked like she wanted to push herself through the cedar
wall, into the living room, and probably flee the cabin.

   "It's okay." My sister smiled at our aunt and gave her hand a squeeze.
"We don't mind that you listened.  We don't mind that you watched.  And we
certainly don't mind that you got turned on by us."

   "It's wrong.  It's dirty!" she said pulling back her hand.

   "Yep." Leaning down, I picked up her sex toy.  "I can wash it for you if
you like."

   "Oh, God!"

   I thought my aunt was going to have a larger stroke than my father had.
She hid her head from us under the sheet.  I shared a smile with my sister
and then walked over to the bed.  She flinched back when she felt my weight
on the mattress.

   "Aunt Elena?  We love you." I tapped her knee with her toy.  "We won't
tell.  Promise."

   Slowly she looked at me her eyes only showing above the sheet.

   Megan took her hand pulling it from its death grip on the sheet.  "We're
all adults here.  And what we do here, now, is no one's business.  Right?"
My sister took the toy from me and turned it on but it only faintly buzzed
then stopped.  "Your batteries died?  I fucking hate when that happens. 
It's always when I can't get even close, but I think if I had just a little
more juice I would, right?"

   How my aunt found the courage to nod about that, in my presence, I'll
never know.  She looked at me her face flaming.

   "I always bring batteries.  What does it take?'

   "Double AA," answered my sister since we both could tell Aunt Elena
would possibly never speak again.  "Four of them."

   "We've got that." I got to my feet.  "The radio uses double AA; I always
bring plenty."

   "No!"

   I looked back at our aunt.  She hung her head.  "There's no point."

   Megan gave her a sudden hug and, while holding her, gestured to me to
go. She was nodding and mouthing the word "batteries" to me.

   The walk through the empty cabin was surreal.  Here I was, fresh from
coming in my sister going to fetch batteries for my aunt's vibrator. 
Honestly, I was beginning to wonder what might have gotten into the water
supply here over the spring.  Getting to the kitchen, I grabbed the open
ten-pack of batteries and started back.

   "There is no way I could ever do something like that!"

   My aunt's voice came to me, loud and clear, as I crossed into the dining
hall.  By the time I was in the hallway I could hear my sister's as well.

   "Why not?  You've watched us, listened to us tonight ...  let us help
you.  This is our secrets.  No one is going to talk about what we do here,
not ever.  So why not have some fun?"

   "I'm your aunt!"

   Okay ...  what the hell is my sister planning here?

   When I walked in with the batteries my aunt became a turtle again. 
Megan huffed and caught the sheet and pulled it off her head.

   "Stop being silly!  This will be fun and we're not hurting anybody. 
Jake, will you --"she stopped what she was going to say at the look on my
face.  She frowned and rolled her eyes.  "Here, give me those."

   While I stood there not sure what was going on, only knowing my aunt was
avoiding my eyes like I was some evil witch going to hex her if she looked
into mine.  Megan took the base off the toy and dumped a handful of
batteries out on the bed then loaded up new ones.  When she put it back
together and turned it on this time it really hummed.  My eyebrows rose at
the violent way those little "ears" shook.  Aunt Elena gave a horribly
embarrassed moan.  And then a second one as Megan shoved the toy into her
hands.

   "Here." She smiled at our aunt.  "Works beautifully now, right?"

   "Oh, God!"

   My sister stood up and looked me in the eyes.  I saw the lust that she
had displayed towards me earlier, had doubled.  Maybe even more than
doubled.  Her hands went to her robe.

   "We're going to help our aunt get off by giving her something to watch
again.  Since it turned her on so much the first time, I figure why not. 
She's already seen us in action, no need to be modest, right?"

   She let the robe drop.

   Oh, damn ....

   My eyes cut to the woman in bed, her eyes were on Megan's ass for a
second then she looked at me and realized I was looking at her.  I do
believe her face is going to be stuck with that embarrassed flush. 
Permanently.

   "We'll need a condom," Megan grinned.  "Or maybe two." She looked back
at Aunt Elena, smiled and then shrugged.  "I'm not sure how long this will
take."

   Not sure this was happening, not sure if I should let it happen, (but
certainly not wanting it to not happen at the same time) I rushed out the
room and to the bedroom with the smell of sex still hanging around like a
pussy and cock air fresher.  I grabbed the two silver packs and all but
sprinted back.

   My sister was waiting deliciously naked.

   "You're overdressed," she said, biting her bottom lip.

   Oh, hell.  I have to open my robe in front of my aunt.  The reality of
what we were about to do slapped me hard.  Megan must have seen the
hesitation.  She moved to me and took hold of the cloth belt.

   "No need to be shy.  Here let me help." She pulled the loose knot undone
and slid the terry cloth off my shoulders letting it fall to the floor.

   Now I'm sure at some point back in the past I've been naked in front of
my aunt.  She's known me since birth after all.  But if I have been I'm not
consciously aware of that time.  When that robe fell and I looked up and
saw her eyes on me, I was two things.  Embarrassed as hell and instantly
turned on.  I noticed her breathing had quickened.  And she was gripping
her toy with a white knuckled grip.  When her eyes went to my hardening
cock and stayed there I felt envy for that toy flash through me.

   But then my sister dropped to her knees in front of me and all such
thoughts left me.

   My aunt let out a moan that echoed mine.  Her eyes flashed to mine as
she watched her niece giving her nephew a blowjob in front of her.  She
must have seen the lust in my eyes; to me it felt like it was blazing from
behind my eyeballs.  Slowly, ever so slowly a hint of a smile touched her
lips.  I grinned back at her.  She blushed but didn't look away this time.

   Megan had learned quickly from her first experience and was really
working me in her mouth now.  I let my hands rest on her head and curled my
fingers in her hair while she sucked me.

   My Aunt licked her lips, which make me, focus on them.  Suddenly, I
wished it was her lips and that thought was shocking.  Not only was I
enjoying doing something list naughty in front of her I was fantasying that
it was Aunt Elena doing it.  She must have seen the change in my
expression, her eyes got big then she smiled.  She was, I realized in my
passion haze, flatted.

   Taking a deep breath, she gave me a wink and slid her hand with the toy
under the sheets.

   "Of, fuck that feels good," I moaned.  My sister moaned and eager
agreement around me then took me so deep she choked.

   "You have to relax your throat."

   Megan pulled off me and looked over her shoulder.  She smiled seeing
that our aunt had begun to play with herself.  "Relax my throat?  How? 
This thing is really big in my mouth."

   "Like you're drinking water, or swallowing a pill." Aunt Elena shrugged.
"And don't try to rush it; it took me weeks to learn how."

   "Thank you," said Megan sweetly.

   When she took me back into her mouth I was ready to scream it felt so
wonderful.

   "Does it feel good, Jake?  What your sister is doing to you, does it
feel good?"

   Panting for breath, I looked up to find that the sheet had been pushed
down to under my aunt's breasts and that she was working her toy inside
herself under that cover.  My eyes went to those silk covered breasts, the
nipples clearly visible pushing little tents up in the shiny fabric.

   "Oh, yes.  It feels incredible," I said.  I found that I could not look
away from what was happening in front of me.

   Aunt Elena smiled.  "And do you like what I'm doing?  Is it exciting you
to see me doing this?"

   I nodded unable to speak.  My sister was inching me further and further
into her throat.  The ripple of muscles and tongue playing all along me.

   My aunt grinned, moaned and then got a devilish look in her eyes. 
"Wouldn't you like to be fucking her?"

   Megan let her teeth glide along my sensitive skin all the way back till
the head popped free.  She looked over her shoulder at the older woman. 
"It feels so wonderful when he's inside me.  Would you make room for us?"

   Holy shit ...  I was about to fuck my sister, on my aunt's bed, while
she played with herself.  Oh.  My.  Fucking.  God!

   With a nod our aunt slid herself over to the side of the bed, leaving us
several feet to lie on.  Megan got to her feet, wrapped her hand around my
wet cock and let me like my cock was a leash.  When she turned gave me a
wet kiss that reeked of me, then sprawled herself out on the bed I was
about convinced that I had died at some point or that maybe this was some
dream.  Some really wild and wet dream.  But when insane do what the crazy
people do.  Fuck a lot.

   Walking onto the mattress on my knees I, mischievously, handed the
condom to my aunt which stopped her cold in her tracks.  I grinned at her.
And after a second she smirked back at me.

   "Naughty boy."

   She pulled her other hand from under the sheet, the fingertips wet.  I
saw the toy still moving the tented sheet and was intrigued by that.  I
watched her bite the corner and peel back the foil.  My eyes were on her
face or her breasts the whole time she slipped the rubber out.

   "I ought to call your bluff and put the damn thing on you myself." Her
eyes went to my cock, it twitched all but ready to leap at that idea. 
"Well, why not?  I've done all this already, why the hell stop now?"

   Lost in a surrealist haze of sexual need and desire, I watched my Aunt
slid over a bit, take hold of my cock to steady it and slipped the condom
down the length of me.  She rubbed it down with her hand several times to
settle it, and to get a teasing feel of me.

   "There you are.  All ready to go."

   "Thank you," said Megan.  "I so badly wanted to see you do that.  That
was so hot, I'm dripping wet now."

   Our aunt flushed a bit then grinned and went back to working her toy
under the sheet.  She nodded towards me.  "Do it."

   Catching the back of Megan's knees I rolled her up a bit and slid into
her again.  This was quickly getting to be my favorite position with her. I
could watch her face, and see her breast bounce as I thrust, and she was so
opened and deliciously wet like she had said.

   A slow rocking was what I needed to do.  All this sucking, teasing, and
the visual stimulus was pushing me far too quickly.  But the earlier time
had me at a nice stalled place as well, so a nice easy slow rhythm.  Then I
noticed that when I thrust in Megan's breasts weren't the only ones to
move. Fucking my sister was making my aunt's breasts bounce at the same
time.  She looked down and saw what I was looking at and grinned.  Moving a
hand to one she pinched the nipple.  The rubbed a slow circle around it as
I made it move.

   Her hand under the sheet was going at a furious pace.  That toy was
humming!  And her low moans were becoming louder.

   Megan's had started off loud and were not deep growls of lusty
demanding.

   "Fuck me!" she begged.

   More than happy to oblige.

   As I slipped in and out I noticed that the two women hand at some point
found each other's hand and were gripping fingers tightly together. 
Sharing the pleasure between them.  My eyes were drawn back to that sheet
and the movement under it.  Panting I looked up and my eyes locked on Aunt
Elena's.  She was panting as well, her face sweaty.  The thin silk top was
stuck her chest now.

   "I'm so close," she said to me and to me alone.  I could tell by the way
she said it that she was imagining it was me that was inside her, not a
toy.

   I leaned forward letting my chest hold Megan's legs in place.  Aunt
Elena's eyes went wide as she saw me reach for the sheet.  Megan had one of
her hands gripped tightly as my sister's second orgasm of the night began
to rush towards her.  Aunt Elena's left hand was occupied and I knew she
would not stop for modesty sake, not when this close.  She gave only a
token protest as I pulled the sheet off her and revealed that she was naked
from the waist down.  My eyes locked on that pink toy half hidden under a
tangle of wet brown hair.

   She had paused for a second when uncovered but now went on with vigor.

   "Like what you see, Jake?  Like your aunt's naked body?" she asked,
clearly seeking my approval.

   "I love it," I panted.  Without a thought, I caught her silk top and
bared her breast to my eyes as well.  She moaned and began to gasp for air.
I was right on the edge.  I was so close and Megan was screaming, begging
for me to come in her again.  I let my hand rest on Aunt Elena's sweaty
belly, even as I thrust the last few times into my sister's willing sex. 
"Come with us."

   My aunt nodded and threw her head back as it began to take her.  Her
moan was deeper, longer, and far more drawn out than the orgasmic cries of
my sister.  Then her hand left the toy and she gripped the sheets bunched
up behind her.  I was filling the condom as our aunt orgasmed a second
time, her body arched.  On impulse, I reached over and held the toy in
place.  Her eyes flew open wide as she felt that and she screamed a third
time.

   "YES!"

   My sister pulled me down to her and her fingernails raked my back as she
clutched me in what had to be another powerful orgasm.  Her thighs opened
wider, her legs went behind my butt and she pulled me in deeper.

   "Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me ...YES!"

   By heart was certainly willing but my body was quickly growing spent. 
Then another hand was on me.  Delicate fingers were caressing my balls and
a thumb was rubbing a circle around my asshole, something I had never had
done before.  My aunt's warm naked body was pressed against the side of me
then, her breath warm by my ear.

   "Fuck her, Jake.  Come in her again.  I know you can do it."

   How could I not, when she was making me hard as steel again just by her
breast rubbing against me.  The smell of her all warm skin and sex and
perfume.  That oh, so familiar perfume.

   Then she purred by my ear.  "I might let you do me in the morning."

   Oh, dear fucking god ....

   With one woman holding me close, her body radiating heat and her skin
soaked in sweat and my sister under me mumbling mindless pleas for more I
was like a machine designed simply to fuck, for a minute more, and then the
machine broke.  That's what it felt like to me anyway.  Like something deep
within me just gave way and I was flowing out into my sister's body.  All
of me funneling down and out the end of my cock.

   I cried out with what breath I could find, I moaned for more time and
begged for this to end quicker.  I was lost to lust and the wimps of two
women, unstable women whose lust had driven me to madness.

   Twitching, spent, worn to a woof, I fell between then.

   My eyes shot open when the condom was ripped from my wet cock and the
whole of me disappeared into my aunt's mouth.  One long deep gulp and her
nose was in the wet, musty hairs at the base.  Her throat worked in a way
that would have made me scream if I had even a seconds worth of air to make
a sound.  I hand my hand in her hair but she did not stop, she gulped as if
trying to take inches I did not have even deeper.  Then she gave me a slow
massage that stripped everything from my cock.  My juices, my sister's
frothy spendings, everything.

   Hell, I felt like I lost skin to that suction.

   My aunt looked up at me shame face, and then blushed.  "I got carried
away."

   When she placed soft flower petal kissed on the wet skin, I leaned back
and closed my eyes.  For all that's holy, she can do whatever she wants,
I'm done.

   Then a second mouth joined hers.  A soft tongue licking at the base and
at my balls.  Looking down at my sister, she looked exhausted, and at the
same time still hungry.  Her and my aunt leaned their heads together and
whispered something, they both smiled then together they crawled up to lay
on either side of me.  Megan snuggled in tight and then with only a bit of
hesitancy so did Aunt Elena.

   "We're going to let you rest ...  till morning." My sister rubbed her
damp head onto my equally damp chest.  The sex-sweat mingling.  "Then
you're going to have to do this all over again.  Only this time ...."

   "You will be fucking me." My aunt curled her hand around my limp sore
cock.  Even a gentle squeeze was a delightful torture.  "And with me, you
don't have to wear that condom.  Sound like fun?"

   I gave a tired chuckle.

   "I think he likes the idea," said Megan, giggling.  Even her giggle
sounded tired.

   "Oh, yeah I think so too," agreed Aunt Elena.  She rose up on her elbow
and looked down at the two of us.  Her eyes found mine and held my gaze. 
"I've never cheated on Jim.  Not once.  This is as close as I've ever come
and I didn't think I would ever even do something like this.  Tomorrow is
special to me, understood.  It's not going to be just sex.  Not for me."

   I nodded understanding, and yet not at the same time.  I honestly,
didn't have enough blood in my brain to make higher reasoning functions
work.

   "I love the bother of you." She said after a moment.  "And thank you
both."

   "For what?" asked Megan.

   "The most adventurous summer I've ever had." She gave a grin and reached
across me to cup Megan's breast.  My sister gasped at the unexpected touch.
"At least since I got married."

   Megan had an odd look in her eyes as she lay back down.  But she was
asleep in moments.  A soft nasally snore began soon.  I looked over at my
aunt, she was not asleep.  She was looking at me, winked.  She grinned,
then leaned down to by my ear and began to whisper.

   "You look so wonderful together.  I love you both."

   Then she kissed me.


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