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Embers (family)
by Emerson Laken-Palmer
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1. THE PICNIC
It was a little after nine when the telephone rang. I was in the den,
planning our second honeymoon when my wife called up to me that my sister
was on the phone and wanted to talk to me.
"Alright, Hon," I yelled out and picked up the black cordless from my
desk and pushed the activation button.
"Yes?" I said, into the phone, hearing the click of Shelly, hanging up
downstairs, as I did so.
"Hi," came my sister's unmistakable soft, whisper-like voice from the
receiver. She didn't sound very upbeat like she usually did when she
talked to me.
"What's wrong?" I asked, knowing something was amiss with her without
her even having to say so.
"Are you alone?" she asked quietly, as if she didn't want anyone on her
end to overhear. "Can we talk?"
"Sure," I said, feeling a sudden unease at her cloak-and-dagger
demeanor. It wasn't like her to be secretive in any way. She had always
been so very open with me and I could always tell what was going on with
her... except, of course, for that brief, crazy time when we were
teenagers.
I listened intently to the phone now. Waiting to hear what had her
sounding so strange. But, for long moments, nothing came through the phone
but the sounds of her labored breathing, as if she were trying to keep
herself composed.
"Sis?" I finally asked. "Are you alright? What is it? Are you having
trouble with Ted again?"
"No," she said abruptly and then "Yes." And I heard an unmistakable sob.
"Well, which is it? Yes or no?"
Now I heard her sniff loudly and then silence and finally a low, timid,
"Do you remember what happened the day of the picnic?"
What happened the day of the picnic? How could I forget it? How could
I EVER?
It was the annual, mid-August reunion and the whole family was there...
uncles, aunts, cousins, Grandma Murtry. Mom was there and she seemed
almost back to her normal self again. It had been a year since Dad had
died and this was the first time all of the family had gotten together
since the funeral.
I remember how hard that funeral was on my sister... all the crying she
did. Ted didn't seem very supportive of her then. He seemed almost
irritated by the whole thing and my sister's display of grief. I'm the one
who ended up having to comfort her through the arrangements and the
visitations and she practically ruined my black suit, crying so hard into
it, at the funeral itself and at the dinner afterward.
My kid sister was the apple of Dad's eye and it was so apparent that she
felt the same toward him.
His death was such a shock to everybody. A sudden, massive, heart
attack at 59. Who would have expected it?
Ted wasn't at the picnic. He and my sister were having some serious
problems. I don't know if it was his drinking or losing his job or if one
had led to the other or vise versa. They hadn't seen each other since just
after Christmas and my sister was quite put out that her husband had
demanded (and got) their three kids for that weekend. This meant that my
nephew and my two, sweet, little nieces weren't at the picnic to fawn all
over their Uncle Dan as always.
I wasn't going to pass judgement on him or her. Shelly wasn't at the
picnic either. We were separated ourselves then and had been for just over
two months. She took Liz and Ellie, just after school let out, and went
home to her mother's.
And why?
Because I caught her cheating on me with some asshole that sold
leather-goods at the mall!
Can you imagine that? I catch HER and SHE gets mad at ME and leaves?
Anyway... the picnic...
It was a bright, sunny day, not too cool in the shade or too hot in the
sun. We were all at a city park with lots of trees and picnic tables and a
beach, down the grassy hill, for the kids to enjoy sunbathing and swimming.
I was sitting at Mom's picnic table, enjoying one of the Bass ales I had
brought after I had emptied the picnic contents of both my mother's and my
uncle Ralph's car trunks.
"Thank you, son," Mom said as she smoothed the red-checkered tablecloth
over the lacquered surface of the picnic table. "I'm so glad you came...
what with Shelly running off and all."
"Oh, MA!" I protested, looking around to see that nobody was listening
in.
"I never trusted that one," Mom went on. "I could always see that she
had a roving eye..."
"It was partly my fault," I cut in before I took another swig of Bass.
"YOUR fault? What did YOU do?"
"I should have paid more attention to her, I guess."
"More attention," Mom said with a sarcastic tone. "She should have kept
herself busy enough taking care of you and the girls, Daniel."
"Mom, Shelly was a good mother to the girls."
"Good mother," Mom snorted. "Shelly was NEVER a mother like your
sister. THERE'S a woman who CARES about her children AND her husband."
"Yeah, Ma," I nodded.
Mom tossed down the towel she had been wiping the tablecloth with and
said, "And LOOK at what happens to the poor girl! Her husband drinks and
is abusive to her and their children and finally he moves out on her!"
"I know, Ma. But it was a rough couple of years for Ted..."
"Just moves out with not even so much as a how-do-you-do and leaves your
poor sister so devastated."
"Well I don't know if she was exactly devastated..."
"She cried for two weeks!"
"She cries a lot, Ma."
"With a no good husband like that, who wouldn't cry?"
"Look, Ma. The last year has been tough on all of us."
"Not as much on you, Daniel. You're strong. You can handle a little
strife now and then. You've always been that way. But your sister..."
"Yeah. I know."
"First she loses her father and then her husband..."
"She'll survive. Ted's not DEAD. They'll get back together..."
"You don't see her and talk to her as much as I do, son. You don't
know. She's very distraught and very close to doing something..."
"Close to doing WHAT, Ma?" She had my attention now.
"I don't know. But that poor girl needs a break from all this, Daniel.
Mark my words: she needs a little dose of love and happiness right now."
I shrugged and took the last sip of my ale. "Don't we all," I said,
looking up to see my mother's attention taken by something behind me. I
turned to see my sister's blue Taurus pulling up to the picnic area.
"Hey!" Mom was yelling now and waving her dishtowel. "We're over here!"
My sister pulled in to a vacant spot and then I watched as the car door
opened and she got out.
"I see you," she called, closing the door so that I could now see her
and the pink half-top and matching shorts that she was wearing.
She looked good, as always. Her straight blonde hair shown radiant to
her shoulders and kept back by the sunglasses tilted up on the top of her
head. She was smiling broadly as she walked and waved to us, stopping only
for a moment to avoid the two kids who came running across her path chasing
after an errant Frisbee.
I hadn't noticed lately how tall my sister was and how thin and long
legged she still appeared and how graceful her walk. Her face, though it
had lost many of its freckles, was still so youthful and bright even though
she was now thirty-five. And, in spite of her having three children, her
exposed midriff revealed very feminine curves and a still firm, flat
stomach. She somewhat resembled the actress Gwyneth Paltrow, I thought,
having just seen her in the movie 'Shakespeare In Love'.
"Hi," she said in her soft, cheery voice as she reached the table and
kissed our mother.
I stood to receive my offered kiss, smelling my sister's familiar,
girlish aroma as she pressed her soft lips to my cheek.
"How you been, Danny?" she asked as she pulled back and smiled into my
face. It was a warm smile that I could see would easily shatter if I said
the wrong thing to her.
"Fine, Sis. All things considered."
Her smile did fade quickly. "Heard from Shelly?"
"Spoke to her on the phone last week. She might let me take the girls,
for a weekend, next month."
"That would be nice," she said.
"And what about you? Any news from Ted?"
"He's going to AA."
"He needs it," Mom chimed in. "Now sit. Sit with your brother and me
and enjoy the picnic, Ellie."
Ellen sat down next to me and settled herself, looking around at all the
family members who were yelling out greetings to her as she waved back and
called out their names.
"Everyone's here," Mom said and then she corrected herself and added,
"well, almost everyone."
Ellen looked across at Mom and then turned to me and forced her smile to
return and said, "I'm a little thirsty. Is there anything to drink,
Danny?"
"I brought beer," I said, knowing that she didn't much care for it.
"No thanks. You know what effect even a little alcohol has on me."
My sister was never a good drinker. I had been told that just a beer
could make her lose control and two would knock her on her ass.
"That's all I brought. Sorry, I wasn't thinking."
"Your Uncle Ralph brought some lemonade," Mom said. "Aunt Louise made
it fresh. I'll go and get you some."
"Thanks, Mom," Ellen said and we were alone at the table with me
suddenly aware that my sister's warm, curvy body was sitting right against
me on the picnic table bench, my naked thigh touching hers.
It brought many past memories suddenly streaming into my head. Memories
of Ellen and me and that sexy body of hers and what I did with it during
that time of adolescent, sexual discovery that we shared with each other.
Now don't get me wrong. Ellen and I weren't from Arkansas or retards or
anything like that. We just sort of stumbled into discovering the joys of
sex with each other when I was seventeen and she was fifteen. I'm sure
that hundreds of thousands of brothers and sisters experimented the same
way as we did. It started sort of innocently with me playing around with
her a little (and her liking it) and progressed to where we attempted (and
actually had) sexual intercourse a few deliciously thrilling times. Then,
for whatever reason, we just stopped and went about meeting other people
and going on with our lives.
I often wondered though, throughout these past twenty years, if Ellen
ever thought about what we did as much as I have. And, if she did, were
they happy memories for her (that made her horny to think about like they
did for me) or were they tragic memories that made her ashamed of herself
and sick to her stomach?
However she felt about what we did as teens, she never, ever mentioned
it to me and I often wondered; did she ever tell anyone? For instance did
she ever tell her husband in an unguarded moment of sexual delirium?
The way Ted is (so wave-the-flag, conservative, hunting, gun-nut,
Irish-Catholic) I bet she never did. If she had, I'm sure Ted would have
come after me and killed me. He's the type who would have demanded a
chaste, virgin bride and would have gone ballistic if he knew that I had
taken her cherry. (But do brothers count?)
I sure never told a soul about it. Not even Shelly.
Shit, who would EVER share that kind of information, about themselves,
with anyone?
That's why I think a lot more brother-and-sister sex goes on than anyone
ever knows about.
"You're so quiet. What are you thinking about, Danny?" Ellen's voice,
next to me, suddenly took me from my thoughts.
"Oh," I said, leaning away from her to both hide the bulge that was
developing in my pants and to take another ale from the cooler, "nothing,
Sis. I was just thinking about when we..."
"Here's your lemonade," Mom's voice suddenly came from behind us and she
was handing my sister a large, pink, plastic tumbler, the contents of which
clacked cooly with the sound of jostling ice cubes.
"Thanks, Mom," Ellen said and then she twisted her upper body around and
called, "Thanks Uncle Ralph."
I heard my uncle call back something unintelligible as I opened my Bass
and took a long, cool swig.
"Ellie," Mom said as she opened her old fashioned picnic basket, "we
better get the food on and have our lunch."
"Sure, Mom," Ellen said as she got up, "I'll help you."
My mom and sister put out a nice meal of cold chicken, relishes and
potato salad (which Ellen had made) as I finished my second beer and
chatted with my cousin Steve who had come over from Aunt Leona's table.
He (as usual each year) was selling raffle tickets for my uncle's lodge
(who were the sponsors of this annual picnic). This year's grand prize was
a 48" television and I bought ten tickets at a buck apiece.
"Every year you do that," my mother scolded me, as Steve walked away
with my signed ticket stubs and my money, "and you never win a thing,
Daniel."
"I know, Ma," I said, reaching for a chicken leg, "but maybe this year,
huh?"
"There's always hope," Ellen said cheerily as she sat back next to me,
again the warm, soft, tanned skin of her leg against mine.
We ate quietly for a time, enjoying the food and the outdoors and the
happy sounds of a park full of picnickers on a summer's day.
"Are you staying the night with me, Ellen?" Mom asked.
"I don't know, Mom. I'd like to get back home tonight in case Ted
calls."
"Ellen Marie," Mom said, trying to control her anger. "You promised
me."
"I know," Ellen said sheepishly, like she did when we were kids and mom
scolded her.
"Were you lying to me when you said you'd stay over?"
"No, I wasn't lying, Mother. I brought my suitcase and overnight bag."
"Ellen," Mom said, changing to her nurturing voice, "I just want you to
have a break from that empty house of yours. Stay with me tonight and
we'll watch TV and make popcorn..."
"But what if tonight's the night that Ted finally decides to call and
tell me that he's coming home?"
"That's NOT going to happen, Ellen."
"What do YOU think, Danny?" my sister asked, hugging my arm to her for
support as she often did.
"I wish I knew, Sis. I really do. But I agree with Ma that you
shouldn't go home tonight. I do know that."
Mom smiled across at me for taking her side and I got up from the table
to stretch and let all the food I had eaten settle.
"I'm going for a little stroll," I said.
"Can I tag along?" Ellen asked, getting up from the table.
"You want to go with me?"
Ellen smiled at me as she took my arm, "Sure. Don't you remember when
we used to run all over this park together as kids?"
"Yeah," I said, remembering that and all of the other things we did
together and we started to walk.
"You kids have fun," Mom called to us, "and I'll clean up while you're
gone."
2. THE MEADOW
We walked out of the picnic area, toward the lake, my arm entwined in
hers and her curvy body jostling against mine as we walked.
That, and smelling her natural, feminine fragrance so close to me along
with the scent of mown grass and wild flowers, was having a stimulating
effect and causing those memories of my sister and I, as horny teens, to
return.
DID she ever think about it? I asked myself again. Was it in her
memory, right now, that she had once given herself to me and that I had
actually fucked her?
What with her so close and hugging my arm to her so tightly, I really
wanted to know.
"Ellie?" I asked as we walked, suddenly very nervous about the subject
matter that I was about to bring up.
"Yes, Danny?"
"Do you ever think about... you and I? When we were kids?"
"Sure I do," she laughed, "all the time. Don't you?"
"Yes," I went on, "but do you ever think about... you know... the time
when we were teenagers and we..."
"Oh, look Danny," Ellen said excitedly, stopping and letting go of my
arm so that she could point, "wild flowers. Just like we'd pick for Mom
when we used to walk here."
And she left me standing there as she ran straight into the sunny meadow
filled with yellow, white and purple flowers all swaying, with the tall
grass, in the warm, summer breeze.
I watched her sexy ass wiggle as she ran in that odd, marionette-like
manner that women do.
"Come on," she yelled as she reached the flowers and got down in the
center of them. "Look at all these."
Uninterested in flowers, I walked slowly to where she was, down on her
haunches, picking daisies with her right hand and gathering them in a bunch
in her left.
Standing above her, I could see the cleavage of her firm-looking ample
breasts down the neckline of her pink top and I could also see, in her
squatting position, the evident curves of her wide, feminine hips below her
thin waistline. The sight caused my cock to stir in my shorts as the
memories swirled in my head.
Ellen smiled sweetly up at me now as I leered down at her, "Aren't they
lovely, Danny? Mom will be so thrilled!"
I suddenly felt those pangs of guilt like I used to feel as a teen when
I found myself thinking those impure thoughts about my own, sweet, little
sister.
What was I doing? I asked myself.
Wasn't the fact that she changed the subject and ran off evidence enough
that my sister either remembered what we did and didn't want to talk about
it, or did NOT remember and my pressing the subject might bring back
painful, repressed memories for her?
What the hell was wrong with me? I scolded myself.
I was suddenly aware of something Jeff Foxworthy was famous for saying;
but in my case it goes, 'You know you're a sick, fucking bastard when you
hit on women at your family reunion.'
"Danny!" Ellen yelled up impatiently, "you're thinking again. Come down
here and help me pick some flowers for Mom!"
"Alright," I said resignedly, dropping down beside her and reaching for
some purple somethings-or-other.
"I know what you're thinking about," Ellen said as she picked flowers
next to me.
"You do?"
"Yeah. You're thinking about Shelly, aren't you?"
"Sure," I said, glad that she wasn't on to what I was REALLY thinking.
"I know. I think about Ted all the time." Ellen stopped picking flowers
and looked out into the lake. "I miss him so much, Danny. I just want him
here with me. I love him. I need him. I'd forgive him for everything if
he'd just come back to me."
"It's not that simple, is it Ellie?"
"What do you mean?" she asked, looking at me now.
"What he did. The drinking. The meanness. Didn't I hear he hit you?"
"It wasn't all his fault," Ellen said, taking hold of my knee. "Ted had
a lot on his mind for a long time, Danny."
"I know that losing his job was rough..."
"It wasn't just that. It all started with that hunting accident he had
just after Meagan was born."
I remember," I said, "but his leg healed and he recovered from it."
"No, Danny," Ellen said, looking around before she continued. "His
upper thigh and groin were infected and they had to do surgery and use a
lot of antibiotics on him. He recovered but it left him sterile."
"Sterile?"
Ellen nodded and bit her lower lip. "Yes. Ted wanted a big family,
like his parents had, but after Mikey, Faith and Meagan, that was all we
could have. We couldn't have another. Ted blamed himself for the accident
and for the way he was. He felt like he wasn't a man anymore."
"God, Sis, he couldn't cum anymore? I mean... no sperm? Could he get
it up?"
"Oh, he could function sexually and he had semen, but, as he put it, he
could only fire blanks now. He got so he wasn't interested in sex no
matter how much I tried to stay attractive for him or what alluring
lingerie I bought to entice him. It all made me feel very unsexy myself!"
"God, Ellie. Nobody knew."
"Ted didn't want anyone to know. He was ashamed of it. That's when the
drinking started and his missing days at work. I was coming unglued
because I wasn't getting any and I practically had to rape him just to get
serviced once in a great while. He called me demanding and unreasonable
and we started fighting all the time and it effected the children and led
to Ted's boss letting him go and then, finally, his leaving me."
"Gosh, Sis..."
"Please don't say anything to anyone, Danny. Especially Mom."
"Of course not. It will be our secret."
"Brothers and sisters share a lot of secrets, over the years, don't they
Danny?"
What did she mean by that? I wondered as she stood up with her flowers
and was now looking down on me. "I guess we do," I said as I got to my
feet and handed her the batch I had picked.
"And what about you and Shelly?" Ellen asked, standing in front of me.
"I caught her with another man. You know the story."
"Caught her in the act?"
"No. But she had been seeing the guy on the sly. I caught her coming
out of a bar with him when she told me she was going to a girlfriend's."
"Did she confess to having more than a friendship for this guy?"
"No. She just said that I wasn't paying enough attention to her and
that, if I wasn't going to, she had to find somebody who would."
"And WERE you?"
"I've had a lot on my mind with work and all. I've been trying to make
a good living for Shell and the girls."
"But women DO need attention, Danny. Look at me! I haven't gotten any
sex in almost eight months! I'm a bundle of nerves and sometimes I feel
like I could just explode!"
"Well, what about me? Shell's been gone for almost three months!"
"Rosie palm and her five sisters?"
I laughed. "Not for me. I can't get it up for that and I've been too
upset."
"Me too. Though I used to have a vibrator named..." Ellen stopped,
looked at me and blushed deeply. "Oh, what am I telling YOU this for?"
"Because I'm your big brother that you can tell anything, remember? And
what DID you name that vibrator?"
"Never mind," she said as she backed away from me, playfully grinning,
and then she turned and started to walk toward the picnic area, adding, "We
better get back to Mom."
The flowers surprised our mother but she had an even bigger surprise for
me as she set the bouquet on the picnic table and picked up the envelope
that had been sitting there.
"Daniel," she said as she handed it to me, "you've won the raffle!"
"What?" I said, taking the offered envelope from her and ripping it
open. "There's a television in here?"
"No," Mom replied, "you won the second prize."
"Listen to this," I said, reading the enclosed, embossed coupon to my
mother and sister, "'You have won a complementary evening for two at the
Ritz-Carleton Hotel, including dinner and drinks, dancing in the ballroom
and deluxe accommodations in one of our luxurious suites.'"
"Oh wow," Ellen exclaimed, hugging my arm excitedly, "how nice for you,
Danny!"
"'Please present this coupon at the reception desk,'" I read on, "'to
redeem your fabulous evening. Offer valid August 19th only.'"
"That's today," Ellen observed.
"Yes," I said. "Trust there to be a catch."
"Well, you're GOING aren't you?" my sister asked.
"What, by myself? What kind of evening would THAT be?"
"Aw," Ellen sang disappointedly.
But, looking at her, I got an idea. "Hey, Sis. Why don't you and Ma
go? You were going to spend the night together anyway."
Ellen and I looked over to our mother now.
"Me?" Mom exclaimed. "What would I be doing dancing at a fancy hotel?"
"Well," I said, "you two take the dinner and the room. It would be a
shame to let the offer go to waste."
"Wait a minute," Mom said, smiling widely at us now, "It's your prize.
YOU go Danny! And take your sister with you."
"Take Ellen?"
"Yes, why not? You could both use a night out and what could be wrong
with a brother and his sister spending a nice evening together? I think
it's darling."
"Oh, Mom," I corrected her, "Ellen doesn't want to go out for an evening
with her brother!"
"Oh, yes I do," Ellen said, taking my arm again and hugging it to her
tightly.
I turned my face to her now, surprised at the sweet, excited smile on
her face as she said, up at me, "Take me with you, Danny."
It was suddenly just like when we were kids again and I was going to the
park and my kid sister wanted to tag along. Well, I decided, what would be
the harm? Mom had told me Ellen needed a little break and some fun and it
was just delivered to us in a sealed envelope.
"Well, alright," I said. "But we better get going. It's nearly four
now and I'll need to stop off at home and get my dinner jacket..."
"Great," Ellen said excitedly, "my bags are already in the car so I'll
follow you."
3. THE DINNER
An hour later we were walking into the large, gilded lobby of the most
luxurious hotel in the whole metropolitan area. Even though we were both
still wearing sandals and our picnic shorts and tops, the uniformed doorman
directed two attendants to take our bags and collected our keys so the
valet could park our cars for us.
I handed the coupon, I had hastily filled out, to the tall man behind
the huge, marble reception desk and he smiled warmly and said, "Good
evening, Mr. Murtry and welcome to the Ritz-Carleton."
"Thank you," I said, feeling very out of place at the moment as my
sister stood beside me and took my arm.
The man turned to a glittering rack of keys behind him and took a set
from a brass hook and then he turned back to us and said, "Room 615 is
reserved for you, Sir." And he placed a small form in front of me and
handed me the ornate pen from the holder, adding, "Just sign here."
I scratched my name on the line as he rang the desk-bell and snapped his
fingers at the responding bellboy. "Take Mr. and Mrs. Murtry's luggage
to room 615!"
"Yes, Sir! Right this way, to the elevator, please."
Before we could correct the receptionist we were whisked away to a bank
of elevators and on our way up to the sixth floor.
"Here we are, Sir," the bellboy said as he led us partway down the hall
to the door marked 615 in gold-leaf letters. "This is your accommodation."
He used the key to open the door on a huge suite decorated in golds and
whites and beiges to accentuate the deep earth tone shades of the carpets
and the upholstered sofa and loveseat where he set our bags. There was
also a table and four chairs, a TV and a small refrigerator that he opened
to show us that it was stocked with beers, pop and refrigerated snacks.
"There is premium liquors in the side cabinet," he told us, "and mixers
and glasses above the refrigerator."
Like a model on a game-show he gestured in as he opened a door on the
small bathroom that featured a walk-in shower, sink and counter with coffee
host and an ultra-modern toilet. Then he opened the remaining door to the
bedroom with two, huge, king-sized beds, an oak dresser and writing table
and a picture-window through which you could see all the way to downtown.
Walking through, he opened another connecting door to a large bathroom,
done in red marble and gold fixtures, that featured a walk-in
bathtub/jacuzzi on one side and the sink, counter, toilet and bidet on the
other.
"There are complementary terry-robes hanging behind the door," he
stated. "Will the suite do, Sir?"
"It will be perfectly satisfactory," I replied, trying to summon some
suave, Sean Connery timbre to my voice.
The bellhop smiled at the joke (he didn't get) as I rummaged through my
pocket for a tip. Not wanting to seem like the yokel I felt, I gave him a
ten and he thanked me and left us standing together, by ourselves, in the
huge bedroom.
"God, Danny," Ellen exclaimed, "look at this place!"
"Yeah," I said, looking around the opulent bedroom, "who gets which
bed?"
"I'll fight you for the one closest to the bathroom," she said, punching
my arm.
"Ow!" I yelled, in mock affliction as I rubbed my shoulder, "you can
have it."
"Good," she laughed rubbing her hands together as she looked at the open
bathroom door. "Now that that's settled, I need to get out of these sticky
clothes and have a long, hot bath."
"Okay. It's nearly six and I need to shave and clean up, myself. Toss
me out one of those robes, on your way in, and I'll use the other
bathroom's shower, get dressed and then go down and reserve us a table for
dinner."
"Dinner?" she said, her blue eyes going wide above her adorable, excited
smile. "Oh, Danny! We're going to have such a wonderful time tonight!"
An hour later I was clean, shaved and dressed in my white shirt and
black dinner jacket, standing in front of the bathroom mirror and trying to
tie a bow in my black, silk, formal tie.
I could hear my sister, using the hair dryer in the other bathroom, as I
fumbled with the knot for the fifteenth time, grumbled my frustration and
(giving up) walked out and over, through the open bedroom door, to the door
of the large bathroom.
It was about four inches ajar as, fumbling with my right cufflink, I
tapped on it with my shiny, black shoe and called, "Ellie!"
The sound of the hair dryer stopped and then the door swung open and my
sister was standing in front of me in her white, plush, over-size,
terrycloth robe, her blonde hair wild about her shoulders in hot-air
abandon. "What?" she smiled up at me.
"I need a woman," I said, laughing to myself at the change of expression
my statement suddenly brought to her pretty face. Then I took hold of the
dangling ends at my chest and added, "to tie this tie."
"Oh," she said, her smile returning as she reached to my neck. "You
MEN! You're all so helpless."
As Ellen tied the perfect knot, I told her that I was going to go down
and get us a table for dinner.
"Okay," she said, brushing off my shoulders and admiring her handiwork
with the tie, "Bring in my bags and I'll finish getting dressed and meet
you down at the bar in half an hour."
Downstairs was a sea of people, all in formalwear, milling about in the
lobby, walking the large hallways, queued at the maitre d' podium (in the
enterence to the restaurant) or walking through the large, arched door that
led to the chandeliered ballroom.
I saved myself a stand in line by making my reservation with the desk
clerk and strode into the bar to wait for my sister.
I ordered a Heineken to pass the time and looked up on the television,
above the bar, to see that the Tigers were ahead of Oakland 7-3.
By my second beer, I had made friends with the genial man who was
sitting on the stool to my left and enjoying a Scotch. His name was Jim
and he lived out on the West Coast with his pretty wife Brett (he showed me
her photo), two daughters and a son. He drove a BMW (he called a Beemer)
and a Saab and was in some kind of computer consultant business.
Looking at my watch, I was glad I had the foresight to make our dinner
reservations for eight because Ellen was taking a lot more time than a
half-hour to get herself down here.
That's when I noticed the two, young tuxedoed men, at the end of the
bar, nudging each other excitedly as they gestured toward the bar
enterence.
At the same time Jim, to my left, looked past me and said, "Holy shit!
Look at what just came in!"
Turning my head casually to the right, I was absolutely dumbfounded by
what had taken their attention.
My sister Ellen was walking through the bar, toward us, in that stately,
model-like gait of hers. She appeared tall and resplendent now in a short,
very curve-hugging, silky lavender dress that was covered in a second layer
of gossamer material, adorned with a flower print. Her matching pumps had
high heels that accented her bare but very shapely, smooth-looking, tanned
legs which were exposed to just above her knees. My sister's naturally
pretty face was now alluringly made up with the perfect shades of blush,
eye-shadow and lipstick to accentuate a face that could easily be that of
any super-model. Her blonde hair was slightly styled back and diamond
earrings dangled brightly from her lobes as she strode right to where I was
sitting, my mouth agape.
Setting her small, black handbag on the bar, she sat on the stool beside
me, slowly crossing her sexy legs as she swiveled to me, smiled directly
into my astonished face, batted her beautiful, blue eyes at me and said,
"Buy me a drink?"
"Buy you a DRINK?" I exclaimed, as my nose detected the alluring scent
of the light cologne she was wearing. "My God, Ellie! Looking like that,
I'd buy you the whole, God damn BAR!"
Ellen laughed as Jim loudly cleared his throat on the other side of me.
"Oh," I said, "Ellen this is Jim and Jim this is my sister Ellen."
"Sister?" he said loudly, as he reached across me to shake her offered
hand. "She's breathtaking! I see the resemblance." Then, in my ear, he
added, "Too bad, my friend. For a second I thought you'd hit the jackpot."
"What did he say?" Ellen asked.
"Oh," Jim stated, picking up his Scotch and standing, "here comes that
man from General Motors I'm supposed to meet. Have to go. Nice meeting
you both," he added as he shook my hand, gave my sister one last look
up-and-down and walked off toward a lost-looking, gray haired man in a dark
suit.
"Mr. Murtry," the bartender announced as he took my empty bottle from
the coaster in front of me, "your table in the dining room is ready."
"Thank you," I said, standing and offering my arm to Ellen.
I escorted her to the dining room where the maitre d' took us to a
corner table covered in both a wine-red and then a white tablecloth and
elegantly set with heavy flatware, gold-rimmed plates, stemmed tumblers and
wine glasses and a red rose in a bud vase. Helping Ellen to be seated, the
maitre d' then snapped his fingers for the tuxedoed waiter, bowed curtly at
us and said, "Enjoy your dinner," before he walked away.
"This is so lovely," Ellen said across from me as she looked around the
resplendent room.
"Isn't it," I agreed, as the white-uniformed busboy came, brought us
hard rolls and cold butter pats and poured icy water into our goblets from
a silver carafe.
Then the waiter sauntered to our table and asked, in a bit of a British
accent, "Would you enjoy a cocktail?"
"Yes," Ellen said. "Order me something, will you Danny?"
"Well," I said to the waiter, "I want a martini... made with two parts
Absolut vodka and one part French vermouth. I want the bartender to shake
it hard with ice and the juice of a generous wedge of lemon, until the ice
is all cracked, and then pour it (ice and all) into a martini glass with a
twist."
"That sounds good," Ellen stated. "That's what I want too."
"Very good," the waiter stated as he handed us oversized menus and
walked staunchly away.
"Are you sure you want a martini?" I asked her.
"Well," she said, "that one sounded so special."
"Oh," I laughed, "an acquaintance of mine, named Henry, gave me the
recipe. It's called an Emerson because he got it from this other guy, he
knows, who's a kind of a hack writer on the Internet. It might be a bit
much for you."
"I don't care," she stated. "It's probably just what I need on a
special evening like this. And please order dinner for me too. I'm
placing myself totally in your hands tonight, big brother."
"Okay," I said, looking up and down the menu and wondering what I should
order to really make this night special for her.
The drinks came and we both took sips from our stemmed glasses.
"It's good," she said, making only a slightly bitter face, "kinda'
lemony."
"Just be careful," I cautioned her.
"Careful of what?"
"Someone once wrote; 'I like to drink a martini. I like to drink two at
the most. Three puts me under the table. And four puts me under my
host.'"
She laughed, stirring her drink with the long, manicured nail of her
slender index finger as she said, "I'll have to keep that in mind." Then
she took another sip of her martini as the waiter returned.
"Have you decided on your choices?" he asked.
"Escargot," I said, "for the both of us, to start. We'll then have the
bisque. After that, salads with house strawberry-walnut vinaigrette and
then two of your large, live Maine lobsters with the drawn butter and red
skin potatoes."
"Excellent," he said. "And the wine?"
"Oh, we must have champagne with this meal," I said, looking over at
Ellen's excitedly happy smile.
"Of course," he agreed. "May I recommend the California Korbel Brut or
the Paul Cheneau Blanc?"
"Of course NOT!" I stated, still looking at Ellen. "We must have the
Dom Perignon."
"Very good, Sir."
"And make it the 1996."
"Exceptional choice, Sir. I will be right back with your appetizer."
As we sat now, expectantly awaiting our dinner, I was taken by the
vision of Ellen, sitting across from me in all her feminine loveliness. It
caused the memories of her and I, and what we did as teenagers, to come
rushing back to my mind again and began to stir my body to react to her.
I once had her, I remembered, as I looked across at my sister. I once
touched those breasts now hidden beneath all that soft, gossamer fabric. I
once held her and kissed her in a very un-brother-like way. I once saw and
possessed her body. She once let me explore her sexually and even go "all
the way" with her... more than once.
Would she again?
God, my cock was now as hard as a rock, below the table, as I stared at
her and realized just how much I wanted her.
Maybe it was Ellen. Or those memories of what I did with her. Or maybe
it was the effect of the martini and the two beers but I suddenly so wanted
to just reach across the table and take her hand in mine and hold it.
I couldn't do that though, I told myself, trying to face reality. After
all, I AM her brother! How would she react to me making an idiotic move,
like that, on her?
Still, I asked myself, how was I ever going to find out if she
remembered our past sexual explorations together? How was I going to find
out how she felt about it? How was I going to discover if there was even
the slightest chance of her and I...
"Danny?" Ellen said, craning her neck toward me in query and drawing me
from my fantasies. "What ARE you thinking about? You've been off
elsewhere all day today!"
"Oh. Sorry." I answered, coming back to reality but still horny and
curious. I had to take a chance and find out. "I was just thinking about
when we were kids."
"Really."
"Do you ever, Ellie?"
"Ever what?"
"Do you ever think about when we were kids and remember the things we
did together?"
This was it, I told myself, as I saw her smile fade and could see her
begin to think about it. The cat was out of the bag! I'd asked her and I
was about to find everything out.
Ellen looked into my eyes now and I suddenly felt her soft hand on mine,
on the tabletop, and I grasped and held hers in mine as I'd wanted to.
"I remember," she finally said. "I remember the time you rode me on the
handlebars of your bike, all the way to the city pool, because I begged you
to do it, and how Daddy gave you such a whipping, when he got home, for
taking me so far away. I remember you making me kites and me losing them
in trees minutes later and how you never complained about it. I remember
the time you crawled down a spider infested storm drain just to recover my
favorite Barbie when she fell down there."
"You remember that?"
"How could I ever forget? Danny, you were IT for me. If ever a little
girl had a hero, you were mine."
"I... I WAS?"
"I remember you beating up the boy who pulled my hair, on the school
bus, and how afraid of me he was from then on. I remember you walking for
miles to sell all my Girl Scout cookies and then hugging me when I won the
prize. I remember when I was eight and caught rheumatic fever and went
unconscious and had to be taken to the hospital and the doctors told Mom
and Dad that I probably wouldn't live through the night. And how, when I
did wake up that morning, the first thing I saw was that huge poster they
told me you stayed up all night making for me. The one that had PLEASE GET
WELL ELLIE! written (what? - a thousand times?) in colored marker, with
all those funny little water spots (you never did explain) dotted all over
it. Danny, don't think for a moment that I don't remember every little
thing we ever did growing up together because I do and I cherish every
moment of it."
I just stared at her as she spoke. The vision of her lovely face
becoming blurred as my eyes began to water over.
"Danny," she said now. "Danny, you're squeezing my hand so hard you're
cut ting off the circulation to my fingers."
"Oh, sorry," I told her, letting go of her and reaching for my napkin
just as the escargot came and the waiter brought the ice bucket and the
champagne stand.
I used my napkin to dab at my eyes (on the sly) as the busboy removed
the wine goblets from the table and replaced them with fluted champagne
glasses.
Our waiter made a decent show of opening our bottle of Dom Perignon
(with very little cork popping sound) and pouring it for us before setting
the black and dark gold labeled bottle back down into the silver ice
bucket.
"Enjoy," he encouraged as he bowed away.
"Mm," Ellen said as she tried her appetizer. "This is so good!"
"Really?" I said.
"I was a little afraid to try a snail but it's much like a clam, isn't
it?"
Having never actually tried one myself I used my slender fork to select
a black specimen from one of the deep dimples in my serving dish and tasted
it. It WAS quite good; lightly chewy and buttery with just a hint of a
garlic flavor. "Yes, it IS good," I said.
"You mean YOU never had it before and you ordered it for ME?" she
scolded.
"I'm afraid that's true, Sis. I'm mostly a McDonald's kind of guy."
"Not tonight," she said, and smiled at me before taking a sip from her
champagne glass. "Tonight you're my suave, sophisticated hero, okay?"
"You got it," I said and then took a sip of champagne myself.
We enjoyed our escargot and then our delicious soup that was steaming
and savory with seafood flavors and sherry. Our salads were no less
spectacular but, halfway through, we ran out of wine.
"Can we get more?" Ellen asked. "Call the waiter. What's his name?"
"I don't know," I answered truthfully. "I didn't catch it if he gave
it."
I grinned at her devilishly now, like I used to do when I was planning
some mischief for us to get into when we were kids. "Let's call him Basil,
okay?"
"Basil?"
"Yeah. He looks like a Basil, doesn't he? And with that accent..."
"You're incorrigible, Danny!"
"Oh Basil," I called, loudly in his direction.
"Shut UP, Danny. He'll hear you!"
Whether he heard me or not, the waiter brought a second bottle of
champagne and then the lobsters, which were huge and pre-cracked for us so
that all we needed to do was pull the shells apart to get at the white,
succulent meat.
"My God this is good!" Ellen gasped as she ate her first forkful of the
buttered delicacy.
"Beats a Big Mac, huh?"
We ate in silence for a time (eating lobster requiring all your
attention) but then Ellen suddenly said, "Phooey!" and dropped her lobster
cracker down on the pile of red, discarded shells on her plate.
"What?"
"I can't get the meat out of this silly claw," she complained.
"Oh, here," I said, reaching over and taking it from her. "I'll get it
out for you, okay?" And I proceeded to do just that, extracting a large
chunk and then leaning to put it on her plate.
"No," she said.
"No?"
"Feed me, Danny."
"What?"
She didn't answer. She just opened her beautiful mouth wide, on the
other side of the table, and looked across at me with those big, blue eyes,
waiting.
Holding my lobster fork, I dipped the generous piece of meat into the
clear butter and then leaned over and put the morsel into her mouth,
watching her silly grin as she closed her mouth and started to happily
chew.
I had to use my napkin to dab away the butter from her chin but I
laughed as I started to realize that my little sister was showing all the
classic signs of getting tight.
"Are you okay, Ellie?" I asked her.
"Yes. Feed me!" And her mouth again opened like a baby bird's and I
again filled it with lobster and dabbed her chin.
"You're not getting tipsy, are you, Sis?"
"No. Feed me!"
"Okay," I said. "But this is the last time."
"Why? Don't you like feeding me?"
"You know I do, but we've run out of lobster."
"Aw."
4. THE BALLROOM
Basil the waiter brought us rum caramel cheesecake as desert and we sat,
for a time, and finished our champagne with Ellen looking around the dining
room at the 17th and 18th century paintings on the wall.
That's when the maitre d' came to our table and informed us that another
table was waiting for us in the ballroom and the orchestra was to start
momentarily.
"That sounds like fun," Ellen said excitedly. "Take me there, Danny."
I stood and collected my sister from her chair and then escorted her
through the arched doors into the hotel's grand ballroom.
It was grand too. It featured high ceilings with crystal chandeliers
and oil paintings on the walls. Bistro tables surrounding a shiny hardwood
dance floor and a raised area where a fifty-piece orchestra was just tuning
up.
The tables were filling with people in formalwear but a member of the
hotel's staff led us to a table near the far end of the floor.
"Isn't this nice?" Ellen said as I assisted her to her seat. "I'd love
to dance. I haven't been dancing in so long."
"Well," I said, "I could go sit somewhere else and someone will come and
ask you to dance pretty soon. You look so beautiful tonight, Ellie. You
won't have to wait long."
"What are you, crazy?" she said as she grabbed the sleeve of my dinner
jacket and pulled me down into the seat beside her. "I'm not dancing with
anybody but you tonight, Danny Murtry."
"Me? You want to dance with me?"
"Of course, silly. Why wouldn't I?"
"Jeez, Ellie. Do you remember your sixteenth birthday party when Mom
put on music and you were all dressed in that frilly, white satin dress?"
"With the lace? Yes, I remember."
"You looked so beautiful that night and you danced with every boy there.
Including Eddie."
"Eddie Buchanan?" Ellen laughed. "God, I hadn't thought of him in
years. What was it you called him? Albert something?"
"Alfred E. Neuman."
"Yes," Ellen laughed, her blue eyes reflecting her memories as she
smiled with her thoughts of that long ago night when she was sweet sixteen.
"I remember it like it was yesterday," she said.
"I wanted to dance with you so bad that night, Ellie. But I couldn't
because I was your brother and how would that have looked in front of all
your friends?"
Ellen touched my hand as the band started to play SENTIMENTAL JOURNEY
and she leaned to me and said, "Tonight I'm all yours, Danny."
What did she mean by that? I wondered as I looked square into her
beautiful, serious face.
"Would you like something to drink?" A waitress in a white pantsuit
uniform asked us.
"Oh Danny, get us some more of those martinis," Ellen said as she stood,
"and I'm going to the girls' room to freshen up for you."
As I watched Ellen cross the large room toward the door marked LADIES, I
described the martinis to the waitress who left to get them.
Alone, I wondered again what Ellen had meant by what she said. I wasn't
sure I was up for an evening of being jostled around on a dance floor. And
I didn't know how I was going to handle dancing with Ellen. Odd, it
suddenly struck me, of all the things I ever did with my sister (and I'd
done more than most brothers), I had never simply danced with her before.
When Ellen came back, she looked far lovelier than she had before (if
that were even possible) and that enticing cologne was more evident as she
sat down.
The waitress returned with our martinis and we sipped them as the
orchestra played IN THE MOOD and TAKE THE A-TRAIN. But when CHATANOOGA
CHOO CHOO started to play, Ellen jumped up, took both my hands in hers and
said, "Come on, Danny! You're dancing with me!" and she pulled me up and
then pushed me out onto the shiny, wood floor.
Ellen seemed to have a boundless energy out on that dance floor, doing a
kind of bouncing hop to CHOO CHOO plus three more songs as I just tried
hard to keep up with her and she laughed and grinned at my lead-footed
ineptitude the whole time.
Then we sat out a slow number while Ellen fanned herself with her hand
and sipped her drink. The exercise had brought out a glow of perspiration
to her pretty face and a few of her freckles were now showing on the bridge
of her nose and making her look unbelievably sexy to me.
"Whew," she said and then downed the last of her martini. "It's getting
hot in here, huh? Get me another one of these, okay?"
"Are you sure?"
"Sure, I'm sure," she said in a slight slur. "I'm having fun. I need
this. I want to have a good time."
"Okay," I said, snapping for the waitress' attention. "But don't blame
me if anything happens to you."
"Oh, you'll take care of me, won't you, big brother?"
"I'm trying," I said, just as the orchestra finished DREAM and the
waitress appeared to take our drink order.
Now a young, attractive, blonde woman, in a red evening gown, took the
bandstand microphone and introduced herself as Karen, telling us that we
might have seen her on TV commercials or singing the national anthem at Red
Wings games. The band started to play an old Pointer Sisters' song called
AUTOMATIC and the blonde started to competently sing the vocal as Ellen got
her second wind and pulled me out on the floor again. We danced as she
hopped around to FAME, Hall and Oats' MANEATER and DEVIL WITH THE BLUE
DRESS before Ellen allowed me to sit one out and we drank our third
martinis.
That's when I noticed that Ellen's pretty eyes were starting to glass
over and she wasn't talking as much as she had earlier. She was just
staring at me as Karen started to sing the old Carpenter's hit CLOSE TO YOU
and then Ellen stood and, without saying a word, took my hand and walked
directly to the dance floor with me in tow behind her. Once there, she
turned and stepped right into my arms, embracing me and placing her head on
my shoulder.
I wrapped my arms around her but I wasn't sure how she wanted me to do
it or where. Her arms were around my neck so I held her around her thin
middle but an awkward feeling came over me as I held my sister against me
and we started to sway to the slow tempo of the music. It was like I was a
bumbling teenager again and close-dancing with a member of the opposite sex
for the first time. No matter where I put my hands I seemed to be touching
sexy curves and holding warm woman against me and, as I did, I could smell
the heady fragrance of close female and it was having an effect on me. I
was quickly getting an uncontrollable, very stiff erection and I tried to
pull back from her so that she wouldn't be aware of it.
Ellen was holding me to her as we danced so close and all I could do was
try to keep maneuvering my loins to the side so I could keep my bulging
cock from contacting her. That only made me aware that I could feel
Ellen's crotch against my leg and I could distinctly feel the soft contact
of her pubic mound on my thigh as we stepped and swayed to the music.
God, I wondered, could she feel it too? Was she aware that my hard dick
was now pressing against her stomach and did she know that I could feel her
pussy rubbing on my thigh and her breasts compacting warmly against my
chest as I held her soft, curvy body to me and we danced?
CLOSE TO YOU ended but then Karen and the orchestra went into a kind of
bump-and-grind, slow, stylized version of Dusty Springfield's THE LOOK OF
LOVE and Ellen never let go of me.
I could feel her warm breath on my neck as she rested her blonde head
against me and held me close. I held her even closer as Karen sang:
THE LOOK OF LOVE
IS IN YOUR FACE
A LOOK
THAT TIME
CAN'T ERASE
THE LOOK
OF LOVE...
I was holding Ellen so close to me now and feeling our bodies meshing
and churning so firmly together, as we held on to each other and swayed to
the slow, melodic tempo...
...IS SAYING SO MUCH MORE
THAN JUST WORDS COULD EVER SAY
AND WHAT MY HEART HAS HEARD
WHY, IT TAKES MY BREATH AWAY
Ellen's warm face was now pressed into the nape of my neck and I could
feel the moist heat of her sweet breath as I started to run my hands up and
down the soft, gossamer material of the dress at her back. I could feel
the sway of her thin waist from below her shoulder blades to down over the
sexy curve of the base of her spine. Placing my hands over the small of
her back, I pulled her even closer now, centering her against me, as we
danced, and feeling that soft mound, below her flat stomach, press directly
against the base of my receptive, throbbing erection, causing it to jerk,
on its own, in response.
I CAN HARDLY WAIT TO HOLD YOU
FEEL MY ARMS AROUND YOU
HOW LONG I HAVE WAITED
WAITED JUST TO LOVE YOU
NOW THAT I HAVE FOUND YOU
GOT THE LOOK OF LOVE...
Losing control, I started to grind my crotch slowly up against hers as
we hugged ourselves warmly and tightly together and undulated to the music
and then my sister, as if she realized what was happening, suddenly stopped
dancing and pulled herself back from me.
YOU'RE MINE TONIGHT
LET THIS BE JUST THE START
OF SO MANY NIGHTS LIKE THIS
LET'S TAKE A LOVERS' VOW
AND THEN SEAL IT WITH A KISS
I didn't know exactly what to do, as I looked into my sister's
moist-looking, bleary-eyed expression. She was just staring, straight into
my eyes in a kind of curious wonder, and her mouth was slightly open as she
panted into my excited expression. I didn't know what she wanted or
expected. I only hesitated for a second though before I brought my open
mouth to hers and pressed our lips firmly together.
The next thing I knew we were clutching each other tightly and our
tongues were working feverishly inside each others' mouths as we kissed
with such a wet, passionate suction that I thought my eyes might implode
into my skull if I hadn't had them so tightly closed.
HOW LONG I HAVE WAITED
WAITED JUST TO LOVE YOU
NOW THAT I HAVE FOUND YOU
DON'T EVER GO (DON'T EVER GO)
DON'T EVER GO (DON'T EVER GO)
I LOVE YOU SO
Breaking our kiss and pulling back, Ellen looked into my surprised eyes
and said, in a soft whisper, "Take me to our room, Danny."
I didn't need a second invitation.
5. THE SUITE
Taking me by the hand, Ellen practically pulled me to our table to
collect her purse and then through the crowded ballroom, through the lobby
and into an open elevator.
Once inside, she immediately turned to me and we fell right back into
each others' arms and began to kiss hotly and wetly and with an all
consuming, lustful excitement.
I let my hands roam all over her soft, sexy body now as I passionately
kissed her, feeling and squeezing the firm, twin mounds of her breasts,
through the silky material of her dress while she moaned her feverish
excitement into my face through her nostrils.
Becoming bolder, I reached down and ran my right hand up under her
dress, over the unbelievably soft, bare skin of her inner thigh and
directly to the hot crotch of her thin, cotton panties.
I had never felt such a saturated piece of material in my life!
It was absolutely sopping with a warm, slick liquid as I felt the
outline of the twin lips of her hot pussy through it.
Now Ellen reached between us and grasped the evident bulge of my
pipe-like cock through my pants and she began to feel its outline and
squeeze and rub it as we groped each other and exchanged loud, juicy hot
kissing in the rising elevator. I was so excited now that I nearly
ejaculated in my pants, right then and there. But then the elevator
stopped and the doors opened and the white-haired lady, who we hadn't even
noticed standing beside us the whole ride up, got off the elevator at the
forth floor as we pulled ourselves quickly apart.
Stopping in the hall, she turned back to us and with a face brimming
with haute disdain, she said, "You and your boyfriend should get a room,
honey."
"Yes," Ellen said as she smoothed the front of her dress down and
assumed a contrite posture beside me, "we're on our way up there right now,
Ma'am. And," she added, "if it's any of your business, this isn't my
boyfriend, he's my brother!"
The loud gasp of shock that came from the horrified woman's face now was
stifled by the closing of the elevator doors and then Ellen put her hand
over her mouth and, with a look of surprise on her own face, at what she'd
just said, she started to laugh.
"And you called ME incorrigible?" I said to her, shaking my head in
disbelief.
"Well, she had it coming," Ellen insisted.
And I couldn't help but laugh myself, at the memory of that woman's
face, and the elevator took us the rest of the way up to our floor.
I assumed the incident in the elevator had cooled things off between us
but I could still feel my unsubsided erection in my pants and, as the
elevator doors reopened, Ellen grabbed my hand and practically dragged me
down the hallway to our suite.
"Come on. Come ON!" she said as I fumbled with the key in the lock.
Finally getting the door open, Ellen pushed it the rest of the way and
pulled me inside. I was barely able to close the door behind us as she
pulled me right through the suite and into the bedroom which was dimly lit
by the light from the open, bathroom door.
Nothing was spoken as we just took each other in our arms again,
clutching and kissing with a burning, impatient passion.
Not breaking our kiss, Ellen took hold of the lapels of my dinner jacket
and pulled them back. Then she yanked the jacket down my arms and off of
me. As our feverish kiss intensified she tugged loose my tie and started
to unbutton my shirt. I assisted her, undoing my cufflinks and pulling my
shirt off as her hands went down to my belt and loosened it and unsnapped
and unzipped my pants. As she did that, I reached behind her to between
her shoulder blades and the zipper at the back of her soft, lavender dress
and, in one motion, unzipped it, down her back, to the base of her spine.
As she pushed my loosened pants past my thighs, her dress fell from her
shoulders, down the curves of her shapely body and into a pile at her feet.
Holding her to me again, I couldn't resist the opportunity to thrust my
hand down into her soft, white, cotton, bikini panties so that I could cup
it over the furry mound of the hot, sopping pussy within. Working my
finger into her gash, I found that she was absolutely flowing with
lubricational wetness, which gushed out over my probing finger and into the
palm of my hand.
Ellen, putting her hand into my boxers, tightly gripped and squeezed my
throbbing, pre-cum oozing organ as I eagerly and hungrily sucked her sweet,
yearning mouth and finger-fucked her for all I was worth.
There was a loud, wet, suction sound as Ellen pulled her face back from
mine and breathlessly announced, "Stop it, Danny, or I'm going to cum right
now and I don't want to just do it on a finger."
"Alright," I managed to hoarsely wheeze as I watched my sister reach
behind her, with both hands, to unfasten her white, cotton bra.
As it fell to the floor to join her dress, I saw Ellen's breasts for the
first time since we were teens. They were larger now, than I remembered
them, but still firm with only the slightest sag to attest to the fact that
she'd had three children. Her nipples shown light brown and hard in the
untanned centers.
Quickly, Ellen pulled her panties down her sexy legs and then stepped
out of them and her lavender pumps. Naked now, and slightly shorter, Ellen
came to me and kissed me again as she reached to the waistband of my boxers
and pulled them down for me, allowing my cock to spring up, rigid and
bobbing at her, at a forty-five degree angle.
"Let's get into bed," she pulled back and told me. Then, in one motion,
she grabbed the bedspread and blankets and yanked them down and then pushed
me back onto the mattress.
The next thing I knew, we were laying on our sides, face to face,
kissing and caressing and groping each others warm, naked bodies with a
passion that attested to a shared lust, smoldering like embers inside us,
for twenty years and now bursting into full, all-consuming flames again.
Pushing her onto her back, I began to kiss her sculpted neck and then
her chest and her breasts, as Ellen's breathing communicated her excitement
to me. Taking a large, supple nipple into my mouth, I sucked it as I held
and pinched the one on her other heaving breast.
"Yes, Danny! Suck it! Suck it hard! God, bite it!"
I did as I was told, sucking and feasting on both of her breasts until I
began kissing down the curves of her body, down her flat, rising stomach. I
paused only to lick the salty dew from her navel before proceeding down to
the neatly trimmed patch of dark, curly fur at her pubic mound.
I could already smell its strong, compelling, female fragrance as my
face neared it and I was absolutely on fire to possess and taste it.
Maneuvering myself down the bed, Ellen seemed to know exactly what I
wanted to do and she spread her legs to let me get between them so that my
face was at her open crotch.
Her pussy looked every bit as lovely as it did when she was fifteen.
The outer lips still full and the moist, inner lips just showing as I
placed my mouth to it and kissed it.
"Yes!" Ellen screamed and I let my eager tongue enter her femininity,
probing deeply into her hot, sweetly gushing opening and then up her slit
and over her large, throbbing clitoris.
Ellen's body seemed to tighten rigidly as I greedily licked into her sex
and she was oozing out a slick liquid that coated my face and tasted
exactly like thin, sugary syrup as I hungrily lapped it out of her.
"Ah!" Ellen screamed. "Ah! Danny! Danny, don't stop! Don't stop!
I'm going to cum! Please! Please don't stop!"
And then she came, wrapping her legs around my head and grabbing my hair
with both hands, my sister's pussy started to spasm around my probing
tongue and over my mouth as she used her tightened stomach and leg muscles
to grind her pussy right into my face.
I was worried that I wouldn't be able to breathe as Ellen came and came,
rigidly and wetly, into my mouth but then her spasms finally subsided and
she opened her legs and let me go.
"God, Danny!" she wheezed in post orgasmic euphoria. "I haven't had
that done to me since we were kids and you did it."
"Really?" I said, smiling up at her and wiping her access cum from my
face. "Doesn't Ted...?"
"Hell, no! He thinks a woman's pussy is some sacred but dirty place.
He makes me wash it before sex so it isn't too stinky for him. He'd never
put his face near it."
"Is that so?" I said, crawling up the bed so that I was beside her.
Ellen nodded and then pulled me to her and deeply kissed me, tasting her
own pussy on my tongue as she did so. The very idea of that made my cock
ache and throb in her hand.
"We need to take care of this thing now," Ellen said, looking down at my
huge cock in her small hand.
"Do we?" I asked as she scooted down the bed.
"Yes," she replied. "Hand me a pillow, will you? And lay on your side
facing me," she instructed. "I've learned a few things since the last time
I sucked you. Do you remember that?"
I closed my eyes, remembering when she was fifteen and I was seventeen
and I woke up, in the middle of the night, to find her naked in my bed. I
remember that she got on top of me and put my cock inside her tight pussy
and rode me to an orgasm. But we were afraid of her getting pregnant, in
those days, so she tried sucking me for the first time. It was awkward and
she snagged me with her teeth a few times but she jacked a cum out of me
and then, out of curiosity, tasted a little of my sperm when she had
finished. As I remember, she liked the flavor enough to wrap her lips
around the cummy head and suck the last of it out for me. Then I remember
we heard our dad out in the hall and how scared we were that he was going
to come in and catch us and how we huddled together, in the darkness, until
we heard him go back to bed.
"I remember," I said, handing her the pillow, which she placed before my
loins so that, laying on her side, her face was right at the head of my
oozing member.
"This IS something that Ted likes," she said before she opened her
sweet, pretty mouth and took my burning penis right into it.
God, my sister could suck cock!
She worked her lips, tongue and throat against my organ in a sexual
performance that was unbelievable. The pangs of intense pleasure her
licking and sucking action brought to my penis was just delicious and
indescribable. I hadn't had sex in months and Shelly was never much into
oral sex on me. She hated my cum and would retch and kill me if I ever got
even so much as a drop of it in her mouth. If she did grudgingly blow me
(because she was on the rag and I needed sex), I'd have to tell her when I
got close so that she could take her face far away from it and just jack me
off the rest of the way.
The licking and sucking action that I was getting now from Ellen was as
if it was from someone who actually WANTED to extract something from me.
Pulling back, Ellen looked up at me and said, "Let me know when you're
going to cum, Danny. Okay?"
"Yeah, Sis," I replied, all too familiar with the request.
And she enwrapped the head of my cock with her hot, lovely mouth again,
holding my ball sack in one hand while the other was between my thighs and
over the crack of my clamping ass cheeks, urging me to her.
As Ellen worked her pretty face against me and tightened her tender lips
around my shaft, licking at my sexual trigger while she deeply sucked, I
could feel all the cells in my body tense up and ready for a massive, all
consuming orgasm. An orgasm that was to be brought on by the sexual
talents of my own, lovely little sister's mouth! Girding myself against
the onslaught of massive, sexual release, I was just able to reach down,
grip a supple breast in my hand and warn, "Sis, I'm going to cum!" before I
felt her finger slip in between my sweaty ass cheeks and press hard right
against my tightly puckered anus. At the same time she pushed her face
forward and my cock sank deeper into her sucking mouth until I felt the
head press into the opening of her throat. Just as I screamed loudly, in
the rigorism of climax, I felt her apply intense suction to my cockhead and
I started to spew out streams of pressurized semen at a rate that even I
thought impossible. I just kept cumming. Spurt after spurt of thick,
creamy ejaculate directly into my sister's eagerly sucking mouth, over and
over, as I heard her moan loudly, with each of my expulsions, and then
swallow one... two... three... four... five times!
"Oh! God! Ellie!" I yelled, finally and fully spent. Then I just lay
there, unable to do anything but loudly pant until I gathered enough energy
to announce, "Now THAT... was a blowjob!"
Pulling her head back and removing my still stiff cock from her mouth,
Ellen gasped loudly and then swallowed again, licking her lips before she
said, "God, Danny! You must have fed me, at least, a quarter of a cup of
sperm!"
"Doesn't Ted?" I asked, still trying to catch my breath as I rolled onto
my back.
"No," she stated matter-of-factly, squeezing my spent dick and then
licking the large drop of cum, she'd produced, from off its opening, "he's
always been a dribbler. You, big brother, are definitely a squirter!"
Scooting up the bed now, Ellen lay beside me and draped both her arm and
a curvy leg over me as she said, "Hold me now Danny, okay?"
Turning to her, I took her naked body in my arms and she lay her head on
my pillow and I could smell the odor of my sperm on her breath as I held
her close to me and we panted into each other's faces.
God help me, sister or not, at that moment I totally loved this woman
with all of my being and I kissed her hard and passionately to show her,
tasting my own cum inside her mouth as, I'm sure, she tasted hers in mine.
The combined flavors creating a savory, sexual elixir for us both to share.
Seemingly exhausted, we just lay there, warm and cozy, holding each
other in the hotel bed for a long period of time. I may have even drifted
off to sleep a few times but I have no idea if I did or for how long. All
I know is that, each time I came awake, I was still holding the curvy,
warm, naked body of my sister close in my arms and my cock was still hard
and compressed between us.
Drifting off again, I dreamed that I was back with Shelly and that we
were at home, in our bed and about to have intercourse and she was looking
up at me and smiling as I penetrated her. But then it wasn't my wife's
face I was looking down at... it was my sister's face and she wasn't
thirty-five, she was fifteen again. It was so real that I could distinctly
feel myself mounting her as she lay on her back and I crawled between her
warm, spread thighs, in my old bedroom at home, and worked the burning head
of my cock into the wet, heated, forbidden pocket of her sex.
"Danny," Ellen said now, close in my ear. But it wasn't a dream because
it seemed to awaken me and, as I came fully aware, I found that I really
WAS on top of my sister, between her splayed legs and I WAS working the
head of my rigid cock into her sexual opening.
Realizing what I was actually about to do caused my cock, pushing
against the slick, inner lips at the restrictive opening of Ellen's pussy,
to go a full stage harder.
"Do you think we should do this?" she asked in my ear and I lifted my
head from beside hers and looked down into her beautiful face with its
uncertain expression.
"I don't know," I whispered, "Do you want to?"
"Isn't it cheating? On Ted and on Shelly?"
"Yes," I admitted, "but they're not here, are they?"
"No, they're not."
"Not only that, Sis," I warned, "but we'll be committing incest, which
is not only considered immoral and a mortal sin, it's also illegal in just
about every state in the union, including (I assume) the one were in."
Still pressing the head of my cock dangerously hard against the hot opening
of her slick vagina, I asked, "So, what do you want me to do?"
Looking down, I could see Ellen close her eyes, thinking hard about it.
Then, when she opened them, she grinned devilishly up at me before reaching
up and locking her hands together behind my neck. "I want you to fuck me,"
she replied breathlessly. "Fuck me and fuck me hard, Danny!"
That was all the encouragement I needed.
Pushing my loins forward, I seemed to just melt into her as I fell into
the warm arms of Ellen's embrace and pushed my cock fully up into the hot
depths of her restrictive pussy until my pubic bone pressed firmly against
the furry mound below her soft, flat stomach.
I don't want to advocate incest to anyone but, just as I remembered,
Ellen's body and mine just fit so precisely together, joined in sexual
union, like two connecting pieces of a jigsaw puzzle. My cock and her
pussy felt as if they were made for each other, like a key fits precisely
into its lock.
Laying warmly and motionless on Ellen, I couldn't believe how tight she
still felt, every bit as snug as I last remembered. From what my cock
could feel in her vagina, I couldn't believe that two nieces and a nephew
had been squeezed out of there.
After some long moments of just trying to calm down from the pure,
sexual excitement of it all, I used my thigh and ass muscles and began to
fuck her, slowly at first but then faster as the sensations of sexual
pleasure increased.
Ellen held me and moaned her pleasure in my ear and then began to work
her pussy up under me and fuck back, matching my movements.
As I fucked her, I remembered the first time we did it. It was in my
bed, when she had just come home from school and was horny for it. I did
her while she still wore her short, blue skirt, hiked up around her thighs
and she left a little stain on the center of my sheet. I remember that,
afterward, she informed me that I had taken her virginity and, because of
that, she would always belong to me.
Funny the way teenage girls think.
"Danny," Ellen called up under me, "I'm getting close. Let me get on
top and cum, okay?"
That's how she liked it, I remembered. So I reluctantly pulled out of
her and lay on my back. My cock was shiny with Ellen's fluids as she
crawled on top of me and reached down to work the bulbous head of my shaft
into her opening and then she sat down on me, fully taking all of me within
her.
God, it felt good as she placed her hands on my shoulders and began to
work her loins on mine. As I looked down at the sexual movements of her
womanly hips over me and I could feel my cockhead pressing way inside of
her body. The feeling seemed to make me go even stiffer in her. Looked up
at the expression of pure lust and pleasure reflected in her pretty face, I
could sense that she was close to climax and that seemed to make me even
more excited and go even stiffer.
"Suck my tit, Danny!" she wheezed breathlessly now. "I'm almost there!
Suck my tit!"
I lifted my head from the pillow and took the hard, supple nipple of her
left breast into my mouth.
"Suck it hard! Suck hard!"
I did. Pulling the whole nipple into my mouth and sucking it with all I
had as I felt my sister's pussy suddenly clamp tightly around my shaft and
I heard her start to gasp and scream and felt her quicken her movements on
me.
Ellen screamed again and again as she pressed her pussy down hard on me
and came explosively as I kept sucking her tit and tried to push my cock
still farther up into her and get her off real good. Ellen's cervix seemed
to be sucking my cockhead, deep in her belly, the whole time she came and
the sensation of that almost caused me to cum myself but Ellen's orgasm
suddenly left her and she slumped over me as limp as a rag doll.
"Whew, Danny!" She cried breathlessly in my ear. "I haven't cum that
hard in years! Maybe EVER!"
Wrapping my arms around her sweating, panting body, I held her and
kissed the top of her head, feeling the sensations of her pussy still
spasming around my hard, throbbing, deeply buried cock.
After a time, Ellen's breathing returned to near normal and those spasms
within her body subsided and she lifted her face from my chest and, with
wet blonde hairs clinging to her sweet, glowing face, she said, "Your turn,
Danny!" as if we were playing some kind of game as kids.
"Alright," I said as Ellen sat up on me and started to slowly lift her
pussy from me, extracting my hard cock from deep inside her.
When my cockhead finally popped out of her, we were both surprised by
the torrent of hot, clear liquid that literally poured out of my sister's
vagina.
I had never seen anything like it, before or since.
"God," Ellen said, looking down between her legs and at the puddle on my
loins, "what was THAT? Did I pee on you?"
"I don't think so," I said, watching the last of it drip from between
the lips of her opening, "I think it was your cum."
"I never did that before," she stated.
"Must have hit your g-spot."
"Did you EVER," she exclaimed, crawling off me and getting on her back
next to where I was laying. "Get on top now, Danny," she said, spreading
her thighs and reaching for me.
I scampered up and got between her legs and lay over her now, reaching
down and grasping my wet penis so that I could direct it to her opening.
Finding it, I pressed inward and was quickly joined to her once more,
settling over her shapely body as I started to fuck again.
"Yeah, Danny," she encouraged in my ear in that sexy, whisperlike voice
of hers. "That feels so good. Ooh. Fuck me!"
And I did feel good as I worked my hard cock into her in a motion that
matched my rising sexual excitement and she used her thigh and stomach
muscles to work her pussy back up, fucking me just as much as I fucked her.
She was so warm and active under me, clutching my shoulders so tightly as
she received my urgent strokes into her sexy body and fucked in unison with
me. As we fucked, we stared into each others' sweating faces, sharing a
look of frantic, sexual determination, in our eyes, as if we were willing
each other to take pleasure and achieve orgasm.
But it was the idea of what I was doing that triggered the fuck frenzy
that was building in me. The idea that, not only was I cheating on Shelly
right now, I was doing it with another man's wife! And, not only was it
another man's wife that my cock was churning faster and faster into, it was
ELLEN! It was my OWN, KID SISTER I was fucking!
The thoughts and the feelings of all this nasty, elicit sex had me built
up to the edge of climax and I could just feel the gathering of that
orgasmic sexual energy within me as Ellen looked even more frantically into
my face and announced, "God, Danny! Don't stop! Keep fucking just like
that. I'm going to cum! I'm going to cum again! Keep fucking me! Don't
stop! You're going to make me cum! Fuck me! Fuck me!"
And I fucked her. Feeling the energy of climax cause my cock to grow
even longer and harder, within her, so that I could distinctly sense the
head of my penis pressing right into the opening of her cervix, deep within
her belly. Ellen's leg and stomach muscles went rigid under me and her
pussy tightened around my pistoning shaft and her eyes went wider, staring
into mine, and she screamed and I screamed and it all became a blur as we
suddenly locked together in a tight embrace of rigid, unending orgasm. I
could feel myself injecting seed directly into my sister's womb as her
cervical opening clamped tightly around the spewing head of my cock and
drew it all out of me, spurt after spurt after spurt...
6. THE AFTERWARD
When the grip of climax finally released us, we lay in a hugging,
huddled heap for a time, sweating and panting in the dimly lit bedroom.
I don't remember withdrawing from her and I don't remember anyone
getting up. But I do have a memory of waking briefly, in the night, and
thinking that it had all been a dream but then hearing and feeling my naked
sister sleeping soundly beside me before I fell back into exhausted sleep.
When I did awake, the sun was shining in through the large, undraped,
picture window and the clock, on the nightstand, registered nearly 11:30.
Turning to the other side, I found that I was alone in the bed, naked
and covered by a single, white sheet.
Where was Ellen? I wondered before my ears picked up the sound of the
shower running in the other bathroom.
Oh, I thought, she's in the shower.
Then we DID 'do it' last night, I realized as I lifted the sheet to look
down at my shriveled cock. It looked crusty this morning, coated with the
dried concoction my both mine and my sister's sexual secretions.
Gosh, I thought, wiping my brow and sitting up. I wondered how Ellen
was feeling, after what we did last night together, and why she wasn't
here, in the bed, to greet me?
Then I suddenly realized what this was probably all about and a sense of
fear and dread came over me.
I had taken advantage of the situation last night, I told myself. Ellen
had gotten drunk and I had used that to my advantage and used and raped
her, even after she told me that she was placing herself in my hands for
protection.
What a fucking BASTARD I was! I reasoned, as I heard the sound of the
shower water spraying, through the wall of the other bathroom.
I know how fragile and delicate a woman's psyche is. My poor sister was
probably in that shower, right now, (and had been for hours) crying her
eyes out and trying to scrub the degradation, of what I did to her, off of
her body and cleanse her soul.
God, I thought, pulling the sheet up to my neck and shrinking in the
bed, how was I going to face her now? How was I ever going to face her
again? I'd had such a loving relationship with her for all of these past
years and now, in one, lustful night, I had ruined it all and betrayed her
trust in me.
That's when I heard the shower water stop.
Shit, I thought. That meant that she was going to be out of the shower
and maybe coming in here to scream at me and call me the degenerated rapist
that I truly was.
I listened, in the bed, hiding like a coward for a long time, as I heard
the sound of the hairdryer for a while and then a very odd sound that was
like my sister's voice only it couldn't have been her voice because she was
singing. Humming a happy melody in the bathroom and then in the suite
beyond the bedroom door.
What could this mean? I thought, as I listened to her high pitched,
melodious la la la la'ing, approaching the very door behind which I hid.
Had she gone insane?
Then the door opened and Ellen, wearing a white top and shorts, like the
ones she wore to the picnic yesterday, came in and stopped singing as she
looked at me and smiled and happily said, "Well, good morning, sleepyhead!
It's about time you woke up!"
"Huh?"
"I've got breakfast waiting for us out here," she said merrily, "and I
hope it hasn't gone cold. There's scrambled eggs and bacon and toast and
coffee. Room service brought it up while I was in the shower. Come on,"
she said, tossing me a terry robe from the bathroom door, "I'm hungry!
Let's eat!"
"Huh... hungry?" I asked in disbelief. "How could you be hungry?"
"Are you kidding? After all the fucking we did last night?" she
exclaimed as she walked out of the room. "I'm starving! Get out here!"
Pulling off the sheet, I got up and walked to the door, pulling the robe
on and fastening it around my waist as I walked into the livingroom of the
suite.
Ellen was sitting at the little table, set with covered plates and
flatware and coffee cups. She was pouring us coffee from a silver
coffeepot that she set back in the center of the table.
"Come on, Sleepy! Have some coffee!"
Scratching my head, I flopped into the chair across from her and looked
at her happy expression, still feeling guilty as I took my first sip of the
delicious coffee.
"How are you feeling?" I cautiously asked her.
"Danny," she said, sitting upright and setting her cup back in its
saucer as she pulled the cover off the steaming plate of aromatic scrambled
eggs and bacon, "I've never felt so good in all my life!"
"Really?"
"My brain was all muddled," she said, picking up a piece of bacon, "I
needed a good fuck to blow all the cobwebs out of my head! I've needed an
orgasm for months!"
"Really?"
"Yes, really. What's with you?"
"I just thought..."
"What? That I'd be feeling dirty and guilty today?"
"Well... yes I..."
"I knew it!" she said, snapping her fingers at me and pointing, "I know
you like a book, Danny Murtry! You were laying in there thinking that I
was all beside myself with guilt and feeling suicidal this morning, weren't
you?"
"Yeah," I admitted. "I mean, I did take advantage of you last night,
didn't I?"
"Take advantage of ME?" She covered her mouth with her pretty hand as
she laughed now. "Danny, I'd already made up my mind to have sex with you
before we even got to the hotel yesterday."
"WHAT?"
"God, you're a goof!"
"So you're saying we don't need to feel guilty?"
"What have we got to feel guilty about? We needed it! We helped each
other out! You scratched my itch and I scratched yours. Now I can THINK
again and I know what I need to do!"
"You do?"
"Yep," she said, taking a forkful of eggs and chewing as she continued,
"I'm going to go to Ted and I'm going to tell him that I love him and I
want him and I want him back with me no matter what. I'm going to tell him
that I don't care a whit about his inability to father children and that it
doesn't make a bit of difference to his manhood in my eyes and he should
realize that. And I'm not going to take 'no' for an answer, Danny. Ted
and I are getting back together and us and the kids are going to be happy
again."
"Really?" I said, effected by her enthusiasm. It really did sound like
she not only meant it, and believed it, but that she could actually do it.
"And then, Danny, I'm going to call that sister-in-law of mine and I'm
going to tell her that my silly goof of a brother loves her dearly and that
he wants her to come home so that he can lavish all his love and attention
on her."
"I don't know about that part," I said, taking a bite of bacon.
"It's true, isn't it?"
I shrugged. "Yeah. It's true."
"Then it's settled. Let's eat up and check out of here. We've got a
lot to do today and I want to get to it!"
That was the last time I saw her, that day at the hotel.
She did go to Ted and they did get back together. They took a long
vacation with the kids and seemed happy again. Then Ellen picked up some
kind of food poisoning and had trouble keeping anything down, Mom had told
me, so they had to cut short their trip and come home.
Shelly and I not only got back together, just as Ellen said we would, we
started to behave like newlyweds again, going at it every chance we got
like when we were first married.
The idea came to us to take a second honeymoon and we decided on Cancun
and I was just making arrangements for us to leave next week when Shelly
called up to me that Ellen was on the phone.
"Yes," I replied to her question in the receiver now, "I remember the
day of the picnic. Why?"
"I've just come back from the doctors, Danny. Actually I was there this
afternoon but I've been wandering around frantically trying to figure out
what to do ever since I left there!"
"Why, Sis? Is it bad news about your illness? What is it? Does Ted
know?"
"Ted's GOING to know and he's going to kill me, Danny."
"What?"
"Ted's going to kill us both."
"What? Why? What are you talking about?"
"He's friends with my doctor. He's going to find out!"
"Find out WHAT?"
"I'm not sick, Danny!" she cried into the phone, "I'm pregnant with your
baby!"
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