Hamlet's Dock

All participants in sexual activities are 18+. No living or dead individuals or actual organizations are portrayed. Any such resemblance is accidental. Except, of course, the Marine Corps is real. Slow burn.

I sat on the dock, my legs dangling above the outgoing tide. Hamlet's soliloquy that begins with * To be or not to be *, looping through my head. No longer an exercise in high school English memorization. Bright stars, deep night, maybe 3 am. The end of the dock pointed to Venus, low on the horizon. If I slipped into the water, could the tide carry me that far? How long can I sit here? Nothing left but these thoughts.

The dock creaks as footsteps approach, "Sam, what are you doing here? Aren't you cold?"

I turned my head to look at my older sister, Wendy. She was dressed in jeans and a long-sleeved shirt; a solid windbreaker sheltered her from the cool seaward breeze. Her long hair fluttered into her face partially obscuring her eyes. Eyes that I knew were light blue, almost gray - the same color as my eyes. With her hair out of the way, her eyes shone in the light of the quarter moon. I could have sworn they glistened from tears. Maybe just an extrapolation.

I shrug, "Didn't notice it."

"Why aren't you in bed?"

"Why aren't you?"

"I got up to pee and saw you weren't asleep on the couch nor anywhere in the house. I knew you used to come out to this dock when we visited our cousins here... Now, why are you out here? Just couldn't sleep?"

"To sleep, perchance to dream--ay, there's the rub."

She looked at me for a few moments before replying, "It's a hard time for all of us. Mom and Dad gone. Now just you and me."

We're here at our cousin's house for our parents' funeral. Mom had been stricken with cancer, and she had survived months of agony and hospitals before passing away. They had been married for 40 years. Dad drove home the night she passed or tried to do so. His mind wasn't on driving, and he likely didn't see the light was red. The semi didn't have a chance to stop.

We're holding the wake at our cousin's house because our parent's house no longer belonged to them or us. The hospital bills made then mortgage everything and they were in the process of being evicted when they passed. The hospital could dun me for what was owed, but I didn't have two cents to rub together. I knew that Windy would tell them to take a hike.

Wendy was 32 to my 30. She was also miles ahead of me in her life. She was still unmarried while I was a walking disaster in that area. She spent six years in the Marine Corps as a cop, now she was somehow involved in security. I'm not sure exactly what she did, and she's never said a lot about it. Not that we spent much time together. We meet in person infrequently, so I really didn't have much of a chance to explore her life.

I turned a little more to look at her without straining my neck. She was bulky in her windbreaker although her legs were shapely. She worked out religiously and I felt her conditioning when we hugged. She was solid as a linebacker. Not that she was masculine. Her breasts were a handful - I guessed, never had the opportunity to verify - and her neck merged gracefully into her chest. I doubt there's an ounce of fat on her entire 5'9" body. She wasn't a bodybuilder. I was sure all her muscles were tools for her martial arts. In high school she won a bunch of karate tournaments. She was pretty but had a hard edge. The planes of her body were angular, not gentle curves. Her face was angular as well. She was certainly well up on the pretty scale. She was too serious faced to be called cute. Pretty suited her well. I'm prejudiced and called her beautiful, but when I told her that she tended to slug me. One of those strange things: She knows I wasn't lying to her, but she just thought I was full of shit.

She hadn't gone to college, but that didn't mean she wasn't smart. Her academics were so-so, but her life smarts were off scale. Think she had a built-in lie detector. Also, she could come up with a dozen solutions to problems in an instant and immediately act.

I was, or had been, a math teacher and once married, allowed myself to atrophy. Not in size as my 5'11" didn't change, nor did my 160-pound frame shrink. Just muscles turned to not-muscles. My brown hair was kept short. Almost as if I had been the one in the Marine Corps. My face was enough like Wendy's that you'd know we were siblings, although she possessed a few scars that I lacked.

Our relationship growing up was fairly standard for a big sister and younger brother. She was a jock, and I was almost a nerd. Math and science were my weakness while athletics and martial arts were hers. I always looked up to her, maybe even felt comfortable with her, as a sister, friend and more. Lots more. She never lied to me nor did I to her. I couldn't because she'd instantly know. She said she had a moral obligation to be straight with me.

She stared at me for a few moments, "Sam, what's wrong? I can tell that you have a lot more on your mind than the parent's deaths?"

The shrug of my shoulders is the only response she got from me.

"I'm not walking away till you talk to me."

I answered her by dropping into the outgoing tide!

"SHIT!!" She sprinted to the end of the dock, dropped down on her stomach and grabbed my collar just as I was almost out of reach.

"No fucking way!" She yelled as she pulled me to the dock, up on it, and onto my back, "What the fuck are you doing? WHAT ARE YOU DOING?"

She used every bit of her 160 pounds of muscle to shake me up and down on the decking, like a terrier shaking a rat, "What *lift* the fuck *slam* what *lift* the fuck? *slam"

"Sam, speak to me! I know you weren't going for a swim. What? What?"

I tried to catch my breath as she stopped body-slamming me. I looked into her angry face and in the moonlight, saw tears in her eyes. Holy shit! I don't think I ever saw her cry, not since she was 14 or 15. Not at the funeral, not anytime. That caused me to freeze. I tried to talk, but it took several attempts to get any words out, "Please just throw me back in."

"Not a fucking chance! No way. Never. What's going on?"

I didn't say anything.

She moved up and sat on my chest, "You're going to explain if I have to sit on you all fucking night. WHAT IS GOING ON?"

I didn't want to say anything, but I was sure she meant what she said, "I've had it. I can't get any lower. Please let me go."

"Like shit if I will. Talk to me. I'm your big sister. You mean the world to me. I'm not letting you end it. Talk to me!"

"Can you get off of me?"

"Only if you give me your word of honor that you won't jump back in."

"I won't jump back in until at least we've had a chance to talk."

She stood up and helped me up, "You're wet and cold. Let's go back into the house and you can get some dry clothes on."

I allowed her to take my hand and take us back to the house. She took my suitcase into her room, closed the door and stood guard outside till I had changed. We went outside and sat at a picnic table in the yard.

"OK, now tell me what's going on that's so bad you want to kill yourself."

I took a deep breath and started, "Tina (my wife of 7 years) is divorcing me..."

"I don't see that as a cause for anything except a celebration. I never liked the cunt."

"That's not anything close to the full story." *I suspected her of cheating on me but never imagined how vicious she was. Here's what happened: We went out for dinner and Cathy (our 5-year-old daughter) was left at the house with the 14-year-old babysitter, Noela. When we returned Tina asked me to take Noela home. I drove her home, waited till she went through her front door, then drove home. We were sitting in the living room watching TV when the doorbell rang. I answered the door. There were two cops standing there. One asked, "Are you Sam Wilson?"

When I answered in the affirmative they told me they'd like to talk with me. I said, "Sure. Come on in."

When we got to the living room, Tina turned off the TV. The first cop asked me, "Do you know Noela Worthington?"

"Yes, she babysits for us. I just took her home about an hour ago. Did something happen to her?"

"Yes, she said that you sexually assaulted her by forcible fondling her breasts."

"Impossible! I never touched her, never even shook her hand, much less touch her breasts."

"Well, she said you did, and her shirt was torn. She was very upset and had her father call us."

"I swear I didn't touch her!"

I happened to glance over at Tina and was very surprised that she almost had a smile, a smirk. I didn't have time to process that before they told me to put my hands behind my back. I was arrested for indecent assault on a minor.

They took me to the jail, and I was booked. I went before a judge in the morning and made bail. I was out by noon - in many more ways that I imagined. First, I was immediately suspended without pay prior to being fired. Tina took every penny from all our bank accounts, cancelled our credit cards, changed the lock on the house, filed for divorce, had a restraining order against me coming into the house or meeting with her or our daughter except under supervision, and she had thrown all my clothes into the front yard. Fortunately, my old car was only in my name, so that became my home.

This whirlwind happened three days before mom and dad. Everything happened so fast it must have been planned... I got permission to attend the funerals after surrendering my passport, but I've got to return in two days. I don't even have enough money for gas to get back. *

"Why do you have to return? You've got nothing there."

"I have to meet with my court appointed lawyer. I have been offered a plea deal. I plead guilty and get a suspended sentence but have to register as a sex offender or I can go to trial. The public defender says that since there's no other evidence than Noela's word, it is a little flimsy. Unfortunately, Tina came forward to say that I was acting strangely when I returned from dropping off Noela, like I was very excited. She said she saw that I was erect when I walked in the door. Not true. So, the case became stronger. I could end up in prison for twenty years."

"What is this shit? I know you'd never touch a little girl. What's going on?"

"I'll give you my take. Tina wants me gone and she wants everything we have. She's not content to just divorce me, she wants me ruined and never be allowed to see Cathy again. I think she put Noela up to it. Probably paid her. Course, I can't prove anything, and I'm totally screwed... Now you see why the dock looked so attractive?"

"Fuck, no. You're not just giving up. If you go down it's after a full fight."

"Bullshit. I got no ammo and nothing to fight with."

"You got me, brother. You've got me."

She got up and we went into the house. She said, "Get some sleep. In fact, you're coming to bed with me so I can keep an eye on you."

No amount of argument changed her mind. So, we slept in her bed, both fully clothed. Can't say that was unpleasant. I would never object to just sleeping with a beautiful woman. She was a warm object next to me. She had a very attractive scent. All my feeling for her welled up through a wall of misery.

We got up in the morning before our cousin, Ellie, and her husband, Gary, whose house this was. Wendy got breakfast going, not letting me drift too far away from her. She asked Ellie, "Do you think we could stay another day? Neither Sam nor I got much sleep last night, so we're a little too tired to start home."

"Sure, no problem."

"OK if I used your Wi-Fi?"

"Help yourself. The password is OceanH23."

After breakfast Wendy dragged me back to her room, "Write down everything you told me this morning. Everything. Add whatever you can to make it complete. Speculations and guesses included."

"Huh? Why do you need that?"

"Well, first of all, we're going to get you a real attorney instead of the public defender. She will need to know enough to ask you the right questions and to get a continuance."

"A continuance?"

"Yes. A new attorney will require time to come up to speed. She will request it... Now start writing and let me start working on things. It would probably be better if you sat at the table in the study to work on it... Promise you won't run off or try to do something stupid?"

"OK, I promise." Left to follow her instructions.

Wendy quickly contacted her attorney and filled her in. Mary Wessen, 45 and a ball of fire. It took her all of five minutes to agree to represent me. Fortunately, Wendy and I lived in the same state, so Mary was fine with representing me. Wendy hung up and started the next part of her plan. Meanwhile Mary contacted the judge and DA to request a continuance.

I understood this was a relatively routine request. The judge was fine with a two-week extension before I had to enter my plea. The DA hesitated and thought it was too long. Mary cheerfully told him, "Sure, we can make it shorter then I win on appeal because you didn't allow sufficient time to prepare our defense."

He gave up and I was granted a two-week continuance.

As I was writing, Wendy was on the phone to her office. She talked with somebody. I didn't know who nor what that person did. In fact, I don't know exactly what Wendy did or her position in her company, Brookline. I walked in to get my phone and heard an exchange with her office, "I'll text you the info on the girl and soon-to-be ex-wife. Let me know when you have something useful. You know my thinking."

Wendy hung up and turned to me, "Finished?"

"Almost. I need to read it over one more time."

"Don't bother. Bring it here and we'll go over it together."

I brought three pages of thoughts to her. She read, then stopped to ask me to clarify or add thoughts about something similar. We spent a good hour going over everything and correcting. When we finished we had five pages of notes. She took pictures of each page and texted them to her office. I was drained.

She looked at me, "Take a nap. I'll move my junk to the study."

She kissed me on the cheek and all but threw me on the bed. I was out as soon as my body became horizontal.

I woke up a couple of hours later - not alone. Wendy was snuggled up to me. It felt nice. I just enjoyed her warmth against me; I wasn't in a hurry to get up. She said, "Feel better?"

Surprised me. I didn't realize she was awake, her breathing never changed. We got up and had lunch/ early dinner with Gary and Ellie. Afterwards, she started, "OK, we've got people looking into the backgrounds and finances of those involved... Did you know Tina's cousin is an assistant DA, assigned to your case?"

"No, I didn't. Isn't that a conflict of interest?"

"Not sure, but if it isn't it's awful close."

Wendy asked if I wanted to go back out on the dock, "No Hamlet action, OK? If you even think about it I'll handcuff you to me."

"I promise I won't try to kill myself at this time... You have handcuffs?"

"Right in my bag."

"I suppose you're armed?"

"Duh. Of course."

"I don't know what you do. Can I ask a couple of questions?"

"Don't. Then I won't have to lie to you."

That shut me up. My sister, the human battering ram.

We had an enjoyable time sitting on the dock. The tide was coming in, so I didn't have to expend a lot of energy on Hamlet. I found out more about her those few hours than I had since we were kids. She was still single, had no current boyfriend and never had a long-term boyfriend. No girlfriends, either. She said she didn't have any interest in that direction. I asked her what she does for relaxation, "Not a lot of time for it. When I have some time, I like to participate in karate tournaments and go to the rifle range. More time, I like hunting and fishing, but it's been a while..."

We sat shoulder to shoulder for some time, not saying anything. We were normal siblings growing up and later we did kind of keep in touch. She lived about an hour and a half from my previous house. We texted, emailed and talked a few times a month, so I had a reasonable idea of what she was doing, although not a lot of her love life. Not her work, though. It was never discussed. She knew what I knew of my marriage. That turned out to be a whole lot less than what I really knew. We were both comfortable just being in contact. No arm over shoulder, though.

When we got up to leave, she told me the rules of engagement, "We're going to my house. You'll follow me in your car... Do I have your word of honor you won't try anything like last night and that you'll follow me straight home?"

"Yes, I promise."

"We'll get an early start tomorrow." Reminding me it was about a four-hour drive.

We had dinner with our cousins and then went to bed. We got some strange looks when we both went into her bedroom, "His marriage took a nosedive, so I'm looking out for him."

They said no more, not wanting to get into an argument with Wendy. Ellie looked like she wanted to say something, but Gary nudged her quiet.

We both dressed identically for bed: running shorts and a T-shirt. She looked a lot better in hers than I did in mine. I wanted to play the big spoon, but she rolled me over so she could be the big spoon. I didn't mind her braless tits pushing into my back. Guess she wanted to make sure I didn't escape. Even though she was my big, bad sister, I had always harbored un-brotherly thoughts about her, for as long as I understood what they meant. Thoughts only. I knew if she had un-sisterly thoughts about me, she would have acted on them. QED No action, ergo no thoughts.

I readily admit that I slept the best I had in a long time. It was hard getting out of bed. She just smiled at my reluctance to get out of bed, "I'll give you a few minutes to recover. I'll be finished in the bathroom by then."

I wasn't horny, just the morning wood. Well, being in bed with her DID add a little strength to the wood.

We were on the road by 8. I followed her. After a quick stop at a gas station so I could fill up my empty tank on her credit card, we hit the interstate. She was driving a lot slower than she normally did. She didn't have a radar detector just for show. About an hour and a half into our drive, I noticed a car that seemed to be following me. I called Wendy, "It looks like a car is following me."

"Is it a gray Chevy SUV?"

"Yes."

She paused for a few seconds, "Did it just blink its lights at you?"

"Yes."

"Relax. It's one of ours and it's actually following me."

"Why should it be following you?"

"Didn't I say to not ask questions? Anyway, he's my bodyguard. He was close when we left Ellie's. You just didn't see him."

I shut up and hung up my cell. We stopped once at a rest area for a pee break. We parked next to each other, and she took my hand as we walked to the bathrooms. That turned out to be a signal to the new bodyguard - not that I didn't enjoy holding her hand.

Just what the fuck was my sister into? Well, maybe, as she suggested, I didn't want to know.

We got to her condo about noon. She unlocked a bunch of locks in a very sturdy door. We moved my stuff into one of her two spare bedrooms. Then she cooked us some lunch. I offered to do the cooking, but she ignored me.

We then sat on the sofa so she could explain what was in the works, "We're doing background checks on everyone involved. My people will be more thorough than what's done by the government investigating an applicant for a security clearance. I can guarantee you that nothing will be missed. That includes you. If you've been hiding anything we'll find it."

I blushed and looked at the floor, "Everything?"

"Yes. If you're hiding something, tell me now."

I took a deep breath, "OK. I have a confession."

"Let's hear it."

"I love you and not just as my older sister."

She didn't move. She tried to open her mouth a couple of times before it came out, "Well, I don't think that will show up in the background checks. Anything else?"

I looked into her gray eyes, astonished, "Isn't that enough?"

"We'll talk about that after this shit is resolved."

Holy shit! Here I blabbed my feelings for her, and she just pushed it aside. I hadn't any doubt that she'd bring it up sometime in the future.

She told me to stay in the house and not leave unless there was a fire. Somebody was always watching the house, so nobody would bother me. She went into her company's office for a few hours that afternoon.

When she returned, I had cooked dinner for us. She knew I had always been the cook in my marriage, so wasn't too surprised. After dinner, we retreated to the living room. I sat on the sofa, and she sat in a chair facing me, "OK, this is what we've learned so far. Your ex-wife is as stupid as I thought. Of course, it was verified when she turned on you. She has a lover who she has been cheating with for at least the last year."

I shook my head, having a hard time understanding why I hadn't caught on until just recently.

She continued, "Her boyfriend is a sometimes porn-actor, called Johnny Hardt. His real name is Ellis Hatbringer. He's a sleaseball with a big appetite for pussy and money. I suspect he's the driving force behind this. Don't see Tina as resourceful enough, nor imaginative enough to have been the originator."

"Wait... Ellis Hatbringer? That sounds familiar."

"It should. He was in your Calculus 3 class when you were a freshman. You caught him cheating on the final exam by trying to have somebody else impersonate him to take the exam and you exposed him. He was expelled for it and not allowed back in... I'd guess that he hated you for a long time."

"That makes sense. I never thought that Tina was so vindictive. Maybe..."

"Don't go down that path. Tina DOES hate you for making her have to cheat to get together with Ellis. Don't be thinking you can forgive her and save your marriage. She's completely on the dark side."

It didn't take me long to figure out that she was right. Tina had done some unforgivable things.

"You're right... Where do we go from here?"

"We just sit tight. We don't have any link between Noela and Tina or Ellis. They're working on it."

I felt better than I had since this mess started. We opened a bottle of red wine. Wendy moved over to the sofa so we could watch TV. She plopped down next to me. The warmth of her body was like a beacon calling me closer. I stayed still, though, and she gradually got closer every time she put her glass on the coffee table. By the time the wine was finished, she was a solid line in contact with my side. I wasn't complaining.

We were both a little tired and called it an early night. She hugged me and kissed me on the cheek, "Night, Sam."

I kissed her cheek and hit her with a good night.

She was up and had breakfast ready by the time I had a piss and a shave, "Good morning, Wendy."

"Morning Sam. Sleep OK?"

"Great!"

"OK, I'm going into work. Don't leave the house or let anyone in except me. Feel free to use anything, internet, exercise shit, whatever... Don't communicate with anybody except Mary Wessen and then only if she calls you. See you this evening."

That's how things went for a week, except Mary did call and we talked for over an hour. Well, she asked questions, and I answered. She went into things I thought were off in left field but still answered them.

On Friday, Wendy came home in the early afternoon, "Let's talk."

We sat around the table while Wendy pulled out a notebook. She took a brief glance into it and then started, "We found out Ellis is the brains behind the whole scheme. Tina's cousin in the DA office was the one who thought up the sexual assault thing. Hard to defend and easy to make the accused look bad no matter the accuracy. Tina offered Noela money to lie. Noela didn't want to do it, but Ellis got her into coke. He also fucked her and knocked her up. She enjoyed the coke and his porn-sized dick too much and when he threatened to cut her off she agreed.

It took maybe 10 minutes in the state police's interrogation room before she spilled everything. Of course, she didn't know about Tina's cousin, but they got that from Tina pretty quickly.

The state police have charged Tina, Ellis and Tina's cousin with a bunch of felonies. Noela went into the juvenile justice system. Mary has requested the charges against me be dropped. That should happen shortly. The judge will also be asked to seize all Tina's assets, really yours, and to give you sole custody of Cathy and allow no visitation rights for Tina... Get your shoes on and we'll go see Mary where she can fill in all the blanks."

"Oh, shit, Wendy, this is beyond my wildest dreams. Thank you. Thank you... I can't thank you enough."

"Well, maybe we can find a way... Let's go."

When we got into her car, I asked, "How did you find all this out? How come the cops didn't?"

"We have resources. I won't be more specific. Just accept it. They probably would have eventually discovered everything, but it would have been too late to help you."

We went in to see Mary. Mary essentially said the same things that Wendy had, with a little more explanation. She said, "You were fortunate that it never made the media, so we don't have to try to rehabilitate your reputation. We'll get your finances straightened out, but it may take a while. Do you need money?"

Before I could answer, Wendy said, "I'll take care of that. Cathy can move in with us. I have another spare bedroom. They can find a home when this is settled."

"It may take a while. I'll get Cathy from social services in the next few days and get her to your house."

We both expressed our thanks. Mary continued, "Sam, you were fired before you were indicted. This violated all kinds of due process, so, with your permission, I will start legal action for damages and getting your job back. I believe they will fold immediately and offer a deal. If it's good enough, I suggest that you accept and then resign. Regardless of what happens, you're damaged goods as far as they're concerned. I'd suggest that we require as part of the settlement that no bad entries will appear in your employment file and that they won't write poor reference letters. Get a job someplace else."

I agreed with everything. Felt I had been steamrolled again. This time it was a good result.

Wendy and I returned to her home. She shed her armory. We sat facing on her sofa, "Wendy, I don't how I can ever thank you enough or repay what you did for me."

"You're my little brother. You don't owe me anything, except for not trying to kill yourself. I would do it again if I had to... You don't know how panicked I was when you jumped into the water. Somehow, an awful lot of what I thought was important just vanished... Please don't ever do that again. Come to me. I'll help even if it means giving up everything. Don't you realize what you mean to me?"

I was kind of shocked. She had never shown I was that important to her, except for that night on the dock. I mean, SHE was very important to me, but I hadn't realized the reverse was true. Of course, she didn't show much emotion for anything. Our parent's death didn't seem to hit her very hard. Thinking back to that night on the dock... She HAD reacted very strongly. Very strongly. Maybe I was slowly realizing that I DID mean a lot to her. How far did it go? I already admitted that I loved her.

I looked into her gray eyes. I had never been able to read anything there. She was a great poker player, her eyes and face showing nothing. But now, there was a softness there, a hint that the facade was lifting. A warmth... I wasn't sure what to say, so threw her words back, "You know what you mean to me?"

Answering my own question, "Lots. More than I can ever express... Know I was stupid for marrying Tina. You told me not to. But I couldn't marry you - assuming you wanted that as much as I did - do."

"Maybe you should have asked?"

"Not a chance! If I had and you weren't interested, you'd have kicked my ass and never spoken to me again."

"You gotta learn to take a chance. I would never hurt you. The worst I would have done would be to tell you no... Why did you assume I didn't feel for you?"

"You've never shown any sign, or maybe I was just too stupid to read the signs."

"No, you weren't stupid. It was me who couldn't let down my barriers enough to show you how I felt. That's on me... You know that I wasn't very socially skilled. Most boys were afraid of me till I got to junior high school. Guess I lacked confidence in my life as a woman."

Her face gained a hard set, "Towards the end of nineth grade a boy asked fifteen-year-old me out. I was ecstatic. So much so that it upset my stomach and I had to go to the bathroom. While I was in the closed stall a few of the girls came in. They started talking about the great joke the boys were playing on me. The guy who asked me out was going to take me to dinner at a nice restaurant. After we had dinner, he was going to pretend to go to the bathroom but was actually going to skip out - leaving me to pay the bill and get home. The girls thought it was good payback for being so cold and that it would be funnier than shit."

"Our parents said to forget it. It was only a teen joke.

That was the last time I cried until the dock. I swore that nobody was ever going to get to me again."

"I never knew. I remember you coming into my room and crying, but you never told me why. I'm sorry. What those people tried to do was so cruel."

"So, I never dated again all through high school."

"But you must have dated in the marines..."

"No."

"Never?"

"Never."

"Holy shit!"

"Now before you ask: I'm not asexual nor gay. I just don't trust people enough to get to know them well enough to consider jumping into bed."

Wendy was 32. Guess I just found it hard to understand, "Wendy, I'll never understand how lonely you must be."

"Sam, I'm not sure lonely is the right word. I do have friends."

"But nobody to share your soul with..."

"Not sure I needed that. But if I do, then guess it'll be you."

"Course. I love you as a sister and a friend."

"I thought you said something about more than a friend."

"Yes. As a man loves a woman. You don't need to love me that way, although, of course, I want it, but I will be whatever you want me to be."

"OK."

"Wendy, I'm a little confused. I love you, as I'm in love with you. I will be your friend, your brother or your husband. Just tell me.

I'm also a little mystified about your lack of dating. The cruel joke they wanted to play on you doesn't seem to be harsh enough to lead you to a complete absence of male companionship."

In a voice I had never heard from her directed at me, "Are you calling me a liar?"

"No. No. You've never lied to me. It's just when I put this on the scale of life experiences, it doesn't seem that it's enough to trigger such a significant change. Of course, I was never a teen-aged girl, either."

That reduced the tension on her face, "Maybe it just hit me at a particularly vulnerable time."

Her face softened and I swear it looked like she was uncertain, "Although, I've never directly lied to you, I haven't always told you the complete story. Guess that does make me a liar by omission."

"Did something else happen that you didn't tell me about?"

Her erect posture seemed to lose some stiffness. She looked directly into my eyes, while hers took on a sheen of unshed tears, "Nothing else happened. The part I left out was that I had fallen for a guy and that I couldn't see me ever loving anyone else. I just wasn't interested in anyone else."

That struck me very hard. The thought lanced through me, eroding rationality. I loved her and now she tells me she loves somebody. I had no claims on her. She was free to love any person she chose. I just hoped that I could be unselfish enough and strong enough to wish her the best, "Why aren't you with this guy? Did he die or turn you away? He must be dead because nobody would ever turn you away."

Now tears were flowing down her cheeks. I longed to touch her face and wipe them away. Through the tears, I could swear I saw a smile!

"He was married to somebody else."

"Was? Is he no longer married or dead?"

"No longer married."

"Well, shit, why don't you find him and tell him?" This was killing me. She saved my life and now I was watching it become meaningless again. Fuck!

She didn't answer. She put her hand on the back of my head and pulled me in for a kiss. Wow! What a kiss! It crashed into me like falling timber. I must have been out of it to not realize the guy she was talking about was me. That kiss set me right. I was reluctant to break it, especially when she thrust her tongue into my mouth, "Is this for real or did I succeed in the water, and this is a fever dream?"

She punched my arm - hard, "Does this seem real? Sorry for all this meaningless conversation. Twenty years of holding things in is a habit that's hard to break."

"I think I understand. You needed to get it off your chest. I told you I loved you, but..."

"Sam, you know I'm sometimes the bull in the China closet but let me try to explain. After those people tried to fuck me over, you were the one who held me and let me cry against your chest. You didn't need to know why. You just saw I was in pain and tried to help. Not Mom nor Dad, only my little brother. My younger brother had much more feelings for me than our parents. Even though you were barely a teen, you were the most important person in my life from that moment. I swore then that you would be the only man in my life.

Even though I didn't go to college, I still had enough knowledge of how the world works to know that you probably didn't love me. Even if you did, how could we make it work?"

"Why didn't you say something earlier? Why didn't you stop me from marrying Tina?"

"When could I tell you? Six years in the marines, with so little contact. You were already going with Tina, engaged to Tina. I didn't know her nor you well enough to say anything more than don't marry her. You likely would have blown me off if I really tried to stop you. Your first few years of marriage? How could I interfere? I got so used to the hole in my heart that it took almost losing you for me to realize I had to do what needed to be done, say what was necessary, and fuck the consequences."

At this point, I didn't want more conversation. I simply leaned forward and kissed her. The age-old meme for unexciting that was kissing your sister was bullshit. Nothing I had ever experienced was as exciting as kissing my sister. She wasn't as good a kisser as my ex-wife, but Wendy put everything she had into the kiss. Her whole body was concentrated in her lips and tongue. It was overwhelming, a Charybdis whirlpool, pulling me in. I don't know how long we kept it up. Whatever, it wasn't long enough. I was paralyzed, my hands only able to pull her shoulders towards me. She performed a miracle, releasing my rigor by running her hand down my back. I pulled her into closer contact. She moved her legs, so she was essentially sitting on my lap. I knew from previous hugs that she was firm. Her back musculature left no doubt. The only softness I found was a couple of tiny love handles on her hips. It was enough to let me know I wasn't kissing an NFL linebacker. That and, of course, the breasts pressed into me. Even through her bra, I could feel her hard nipples imprinting themselves on me. I pulled her shirt up to get my hands on skin. She was smooth and my hands slid effortlessly up her back to her bra strap. Perhaps presumptively, I unhooked it. She made it clear what she felt for me, so it wasn't too great of an extrapolation. She stopped moving for a moment, then resumed kissing. I ran my hands around the front and under her loose bra to cup her tits. They neatly filled my hands, likely small B-cups.

Squeezing them brought a gasp into my mouth and a vigorous thrust of her tongue. Her tits felt... Too good to adequately describe. Granite nipples surrounded by a field of swales. I was relying on touch but wanted to see them. I broke the kiss and lifted her shirt and bra over her head. They were magnificent! At 32, there wasn't a bit of sag. They were cones that thrust proudly from her chest. Apollonia in Godfather 2! Small areolae, maybe 1" across. The areolae were light brown. The nipples were almost pink. Her body was pale, so they were visible monuments to her excitement. She didn't have a body-builder's six-pack, but she clearly didn't have any excess padding. Her skin was soft over a firm layer.

She wasn't shy about letting me look. Guess being a marine got her used to nudity. I played with her breasts forever, or I would have liked it to be forever. When I stopped kissing her and moved to inhale her nipples, she gasped, "Oh, shit, Sam, that feels good. You're the first to suck on them."

That was astonishing. She said she was a virgin, but I never expected her to have never experienced some sort of sexual activity with another person. She retaliated by grabbing the bottom of my shirt and yanking it off over my head, then crushing us together. The hard points pressed into my chest were impossible to ignore, even if I wanted to. She took my head into her hands and kissed me as if the next moment we would be executed. There was a longing and fierceness to her lips that made me forget the outside world existed. My heart was pounding so hard in my chest that I thought she would feel it. When I came up for air, I could see the great vein in her neck pulsing as rapidly as my heart. I didn't see how we could last through the afternoon.

I kept running my hands from her neck to the top of her ass. I could only reach down an inch into her ass crack. Gave up trying to get lower inside of her jeans and just squeezed her butt cheeks. They were as firm as melons, yielding only slightly to my manipulations and they seemed to be molded by the Great Sculpturer. I couldn't wait to feel it against my body. In the nearer term, I wanted to feel them with my hands and rub her cheeks with my face.

She pulled back and took my forearms in her hands, "I desperately want you, but I have to overcome decades of self-imposed restraints. Can you give me time?"

"Of course. You just set the limits."

She kissed me again and stood up. She undid her belt and unzipped her jeans. She pushed them down and off. She stood before me clad only in brief light-blue panties that had a significant wet spot, "Now you."

I stood and shed my jeans. Looked at her to see if she wanted me to drop my underwear. Her nod confirmed that she did. I lowered them over my very hard cock. Stood up and my dick pointed at her. She put her thumbs under her panty sides and pushed down. The light-blue dipped like a flag at half mast, uncovering her jungle of hair. When she stood back up, I saw that her bush covered her entire mound, showing nothing of her sex. The line of hair extended almost to her bellybutton. Her thighs were also hairy. She obviously didn't shave the upper parts of her legs. She looked a little embarrassed, "I usually only shave the parts of my legs that get exposure. I'll get it tonight."

I shook my head, "It's fine. You're magnificent."

"Ha! Don't try to bullshit me. I'm hairy, have small tits and an insignificant shape."

"I don't give a shit how hairy you are, nor how big your tits are. Your tits aren't small, by the way, and I love every square inch of you."

She reached out and took my arms. We pulled together as if we were made that way. We kissed again, again, and again. She pulled apart and pushed me down onto the sofa. She slid in beside me and took my cock in her warm hand. Her hand was callused, but not rough. She took my hand and placed it on her thigh, just below her junction.

I moved the hand up to her delta. Felt through the hair following a trail of moisture till it met wet lips. She moaned and started to move her hand on my cock. I moaned and started to feel her pussy. Copious moisture leaked out of her vulva. Her labia had a cover of course hair, but the labia themselves were soft and smooth. Spreading them apart, I felt the inner lips just inside. A nest of humid petals. My forefinger found the bump at the top of her key, eliciting a moan when I touched it. More moans when I pressed on it and rotated my finger. Keeping my finger there, I lowered the others to part the inner labia. Liquid streamed out. Her scent filled my nostrils, so thick I could almost see it. Her moans filled my ears. Her hips thrust forward to greet my fingers.

Meanwhile, her hand gripped my cock. Almost too hard, too firm for her to easily stroke me. I used the hand not otherwise occupied to loosen her grip. She quickly got the message and started to move her hand up and down. When she was at the top, she ran her thumb over the crown, spreading the precum. She poked into the meatus, not hard, just feeling it out. I began thrusting my pelvis up, trying to coordinate her movements. Her hand was the fountain of my excitement. Knew I wouldn't last long, so I concentrated on making her cum.

Didn't need to expend a lot of effort there. Not five minutes after touching her, long before I was through exploring, she came, "OH! OH! OH, fuck! Fuck! Oh, God!" Lots more like that, mostly unintelligible.

Her hand stopped moving and she just squeezed my cock. That was enough and I shot a fountain onto the rug, "FFFFFFFFFFFUUUUUUUUUUCCCCCCCCCCCKKKKKKKKK!!!!!"

Her eyes opened enough to see the arc of white shoot in a stream that took out my backbone and left me limp.

She wiped the cum off her hand, except a small thread. She tentatively licked the spot. I watched closely, but her poker face registered nothing. I, meanwhile, sucked noisily on the fingers that had been inside her pussy. She smiled at the happy expression on my face.

I returned my hand to her thigh but didn't make any motion to resume playing with her. She pulled my face into a kiss, "Thank you. You don't know how often I've played this scene in my mind."

"Probably not as many times as I have. You're beautiful. Even as a kid I tried to see you naked but never succeeded. It was worth the wait."

"Speaking of wait... Can we? This feels great, but I'm still uneasy. My emotions say to drag you to bed and fuck your ass off. All those years of uncertainty nibble around the edges of thoughts. I know I love you. I don't care that you're my brother. I don't care that you are probably vulnerable. I know I am... Please give me a little time?"

"All the time you need. I'm content to sit her on the sofa with you. That you're wearing only your birthday suit is a big bonus; however, the gift is simply you being here like this."

I still had this confused feeling about Wendy. She was always so single-minded and no-nonsense. I never felt she couldn't make up her mind and then take immediate action. Now, her internal conflict had shown up. She seemed vulnerable as never in the past. Guess we are all human regardless of our external appearances. Not that I thought less of her. She was still the monument to strength and integrity.

Why did I marry Tina? Maybe at the time I was bedazzled by the sex, by a beautiful woman wanting me. Why did I push aside my feelings for Wendy? Because she was my sister and unobtainable? Maybe I was just fucking stupid.

That was the past. Now what do we do? I was certain that soon we would be fully committed to each other. Then what? There wasn't any way for us to get married. We could live together as man and wife and to hell with the consequences, but what about my daughter, Cathy? Tina wouldn't be in prison forever. She would probably go to court for some kind of custody or visitation rights. Having Cathy say that Dad and Aunt Wendy were sleeping together could royally fuck up custody battles in court. Now, Tina would never have been in the running for mother of the year nor negligent mother of the year, but she certainly wasn't a model mother. She worked part time at the library, but I did most of the child-rearing. I was the one who took Cathy where she needed to go and spent most of the time with her. Cathy had only met her aunt a few times, but she seemed to really like Wendy. Cathy was a brilliant child and head strong. Maybe her affinity with Wendy was a natural consequence of a worthless mother, a busy father, and tower of strength aunt.

Wendy told me to ask her for help. Don't see much choice, and it did involve her. I can't make decisions for her.

These thoughts ran through my mind as my arousal ran through my cock. Wendy stood up and pulled me vertical, "Let's get dressed and go out to dinner."

While I would rather have her for dinner, I quickly acquiesced. We had a very enjoyable meal. While we were having coffee afterwards, I brought up the problem with Cathy.

Wendy looked at me, "I was wondering when that was going to hit you. Don't take it like you did Tina's betrayal. We're in this together from the beginning. Don't buy trouble unnecessarily."

"Wendy, I love you and want to spend my life with you. How can I ignore storm clouds?"

"Sometimes the clouds aren't very thick. Tina is going to be charged with perjury, suborning perjury, bribery, drugs, contributing to the delinquency of a minor, accessory to the sexual assault on a minor, and probably a couple of other felonies. We're going to make sure the DA and the judge don't plea them down to negligible offenses."

"Wait, how are you going to be able to do that?"

"Don't ask questions... Then once she is convicted and sentenced, we'll petition to have her parental rights permanently removed."

"Holy shit! You can do all that?"

"Well, not me personally, but yes we can."

I was silent for a few moments. "We'll need to be careful with Cathy in the house."

"Pretty sure we can work around the problem, unless you just want me as an occasional visitor."

I looked at her and saw the panic on her face. It looked like when she pulled me from the water, "NO! What part of wanting to spend my life with you, don't you get? I love you and want you with me, us, forever."

She leaned over and kissed me, "Please forgive me. This love thing is new to me. I'm scared and don't know what to do."

"You've always been there for me. I might not be significant, but I'll never let you go."

Thet earned me another kiss, "You're not insignificant to me. I don't think I could go back to the way we were. We, or at least me, have passed the point of no return. You'll never be just a brother."

"I don't want to be just a brother, either. I LOVE YOU."

Another kiss and a big smile. Even her eyes were smiling. Thought I won the lottery.

We went home. One more step accomplished. It was our home, not just hers. We grabbed a couple of beers and sat down on the sofa. Neither of us said much. We didn't need to. We sat side by side, warm contact. Suddenly, my beer bottle was empty. I don't remember drinking it. Something like Ben Johnson's "To Celia":

Drink to me only with thine eyes,

And I will pledge with mine;

Still found this previously unexposed soft side to my hard-as-nails sister as unexpected as it was welcomed.

She stood and said, "Let's go to bed. My bed... No, OUR bed."

I wasn't going to argue. We first headed to the bathroom. Brushed our teeth in the adjacent sinks. She glanced at me and sat down on the toilet where I heard her pee. She didn't look at me as she wiped clean. I lifted the seat and stood there, trying to pee. Alas, I was too hard to accomplish anything. She watched, a questioning expression on her face, "It's difficult to pee when you're hard. Give me a minute."

She simply nodded and continued to watch me. I wasn't particularly self-conscience - just excited. Finally, I started and, with difficulty, got my dick pointed in the right direction. She walked the few steps over and took my dick in her hand. I could no longer keep aim and sprayed the toilet cover and around the rim. Shit!

She only smiled, "Don't sweat it."

I managed to finish a fortnight later. She quickly cleaned up, "I've never seen a man pee when he's hard. Seen a lot of guys go in the bushes, but none of them were hard."

I got over my embarrassment. She didn't appear to be embarrassed in the least.

We went into her bedroom. I stopped at the entrance, "What are we wearing to bed?"

"I was hoping for nothing. Are you OK with that?"

"Does a bear shit in the woods?"

She quickly peeled off her clothes. I was frozen, watching her. She was as beautiful as she was this afternoon, "You're beautiful. It's going to be very difficult only sleeping with you."

"Get undressed. We'll just have to see how things go."

She crawled in first, only going to the middle. She lay on her side watching me as I followed her. When we got close enough for my hard cock to just kiss her skin, she leaned over to kiss me, "I love you."

"Wendy, I love you with every part of me."

She laughed, "That's not hard to see, or maybe it's too hard to see."

I rolled onto my back, reached for her and pulled her into my chest. I could feel how firm her muscles were. I doubt she had 10% body fat, and then most of it was in the love handles. She put her head on my chest where she could feel my heart racing. She took my cock in her hand and gently stroked it. Her leg went over mine and I could feel her pubic hair pressed into my thigh. She pressed her leg harder and started moving up and down, syncopated with her hand's motion. It was erotic. I never would have thought my sister was capable of being so erotic. The practice she got from stroking me this afternoon allowed her to efficiently bring my balls to a boil. She felt my cock expand so she threw the covers off and put her other hand over the top of my cock to catch my emission. I filled up her hand, with some running down onto my stomach. She squeezed my trapped leg between her two powerful ones and came. As our mouths were connected, neither of us could say or yell anything. Just our rapid breathing into each other's mouth.

She lifted her head and proceeded to empty her cum-filled hand into her mouth! Shit! That was almost enough to make me cum again.

She rolled me onto my side, and I became the little spoon, "This doesn't feel right."

She rolled over again so now she was the little spoon, "Much better."

I certainly didn't disagree as her very tight ass pushed into my softening cock. That contact and the grinding motion of her ass quickly reversed the shrinkage. She felt the stiffening and reached back placing my rearmed cock between her ass cheeks. I reached over her to cup her right breast and pinch the nipple. She covered my hand with hers, forcing me to stop, "Please, Sam, I'm not ready. Sleep?"

I cooled my motions, although my emotions were anything but cool, "OK."

I finally fell asleep long after she did, or at least her breathing showed her asleep.

I awakened in the morning in virtually the same position, with one exception: My cock was between Wendy's thighs, just below her pussy. She was awake as well because I could feel her legs squeezing me. She reached down and pulled the head of my very hard cock forward and pushed the shaft against her vulva. I didn't penetrate her, but she was rubbing herself on my cock. She was soaking wet, and my dick slid effortlessly along the labia. The labia parted and I became the hot dog in the bun. Although I didn't penetrate her, the feeling was exquisite. Her fingers kept my cock in constant contact with her hard little clit. It didn't take a lot of time for her to cum. She pushed me hard into her valley and I exploded. I filled her hand with another cup of cum.

When she recovered her breath, she licked her hand clean. What a way to start the morning! It got better as we showered together.

She took my hand and pulled me to the bathroom. She sat to take a pee, completely ignoring me watching her. Since I wasn't hard, I managed to pee without a lot of adversity. We climbed into the shower. When she got wet, her skin was as smooth as a seal's. She took a razor and quickly disposed of the hair under her arms and on her legs. She pointed to her pubes, and I shook my head no. Now the rest of her body was smooth.

I could see the cords moving in her body as she washed me. I felt them as I washed her. Although we didn't do anything, it set the tone for the day.

Neither of us was much of a breakfast person, so a couple of pieces of toast, orange juice and strong, black coffee sufficed. Of course, both of us being au naturel didn't hurt the atmosphere.

What did hurt was her phone rang as we were on our second cup of coffee. She looked at the ID then picked it up. All she said was "Yes."

She listened for a couple of minutes before replying yes again. Although her face showed nothing, her body language said that our pleasant day was over, "Sorry, Sam, I have to work."

"That's OK. I'm the intruder."

"Bullshit! I do have to pay the rent, though... So, I'll need to be out of town till Monday, or at the latest, Tuesday. You won't be able to contact me. If there's an emergency, call the number I put on your phone. They can probably relay any message. Please, it needs to be a dire emergency because it will cause big problems."

"I won't call."

She kissed me and headed to the bedroom. I followed like a puppy dog that lost its toy. She quickly got dressed in comfortable underwear, loose jeans, and a large tan shirt that almost covered her ass. She picked up her travel bag and removed a 9 mm that went into a kidney carry holster and a smaller revolver that went into an ankle holster. I didn't say anything, and she volunteered nothing. Only the ankle piece was new to me. She was always armed.

When she got to the front door, she paused and handed me the keys to her SUV, "I'm taking the Toyota. You might need the larger capacity of the Honda to get stuff for Cathy. I don't know when you'll be allowed into your old house, so she will need things... The list of local schools is on the dining room table. There's some more info on stuff you will need to look into for Cathy."

"OK, our first decision: When you get your house back, where do you want to live? I can't give up this place for a number of reasons."

"No decision. Wherever you live, then so do I."

A huge smile lit up her face. She kissed me again, putting everything into it, "I already miss you. Love you. See you on Monday."

The place felt lonely as soon as the door closed.

My extremely organized sister had left on the table a list of things to get. Of course, I didn't have a dime to my name, so she left a credit card. Top billing went to clothes for Cathy. Having been the one to take her shopping, I was familiar with her size. Decided that I didn't want to buy too much as she would obviously not like her dad's selections. We'd fix that when she got here. Still, I spent Saturday and Sunday shopping.

Monday morning Mary called to give me an update. She said things take time, so there isn't much we can do. She was going before the judge today to clear the no contact order so I could see Cathy. It would probably be the end of the week before she was released to me. Mary said she'd call when the no contact order was lifted. Likely tomorrow.

I thanked her profusely. She asked to speak to Wendy, "She got called into work and isn't available. Want me to have her call you?"

"I'd appreciate it... Talk to you when I've got news." She didn't seem to find the news of Wendy's work unusual.

I chewed my fingernails to stubs the rest of the day. No news from Wendy. I was finally so emotionally exhausted that I went to bed at about 10 and fell asleep immediately. Sometime in the wee hours, I felt a warm naked body slide into bed and up to my back. An Atlas-load dropped from my shoulders. I rolled over and kissed her. She rolled as well, came to rest in the little spoon, "Hold me."

I pulled her in as tight as possible. We spent the night that way. When we were awakened by the sunlight, she just wanted my arms around her. We got up late and showered together, but she seemed distracted.

When we sat down to eat, she didn't say anything till he were into our second cup, "I killed a man yesterday."

"WHAT?"

"I had to kill a man. I've killed people before, in firefights, at long range, impersonal. This time he was six feet away. He was going to kill his 10-year-old daughter with a knife. I had to shoot him to save her life."

I paused before answering her, "Sounds like it was necessary."

"It was. I'm glad I could save her... What bothers me was that after I shot him, I watched the light go out of his eyes. Brought the idea of death close to home... If I hadn't grabbed you, I would have seen the light go out of your eyes and the light go out of my life."

I realized then just how terrible my decision had been, "I'm sorry. That will never happen again, no matter how bad things get."

She stood up and took my hand, "Let's go back to bed."

We fell on the bed, all over each other. Neither of us could get enough of the other. Hands everywhere, bruising our lips in kisses, my cock forced up against her abdomen. Without any effort we ended up in a 69, her on top. I pulled her pussy into contact with my face, yanked, actually. She took the crown fully into her mouth. She squeezed the base of the shaft as if she was trying to milk me. I was excited as hell but was determined to make her cum before I did. Not just cum but explode into fragments that would scorch my face. She was just as determined to get me to climax. We raced each other, neither of us cared if we lost. I was feasting on her clit, swirling my tongue around it like I was licking an ice cream cone. She was pushing her pussy hard into, not onto, my face. Her cunt hair was a Brillo Pad sanding my nose and cheeks. I cheated. I poked a wet finger into her crinkled star. That sent a river over my face as she squirted her climax. She would have broken the sound barrier if she hadn't plunged her mouth all the way to my abdomen, burying her nose in my pubic hair as I came down her throat. Obviously, I couldn't express my joy because I was trying not to drown in her fluid release, in full agonal breathing.

We separated to allow us to breathe. She rotated to face me, "Holy shit!" I exclaimed.

"Oh, fuck! Is it that good every time?"

"If it is, not sure my heart will take it."

Gray eyes looked into gray eyes. By unspoken agreement we knew what was next, "How long will it take for you to get hard?"

She reached down and took my slimy cock in her hand, and toured it with her fingertips, "Not long if you keep doing that." I answered.

I lowered my hand to her pussy. I just combed her soaked hair, molding it into waves. When I touched the labia, she jerked, "Sensitive."

It took maybe 10 minutes before I was hard. She didn't look apprehensive, but I really couldn't tell, "Are you OK?"

"I'm completely ready. I need you to make love to me."

I looked a little sideways, my eyebrow turning up in a question, "I get shots once a quarter... I'll stop them if you want me to."

I kissed her, "Later."

"Can I be on top?"

"Of course."

I went flat on my back while she straddled me. Her whole groin was a morass, so we knew she was wet enough. She put her left hand on my chest to balance herself and her right hand to hold my cock. She looked between her legs to get the proper alignment. She slowly lowered till the crown just kissed her lips. She moved the head around till it just started to penetrate. Her motion stopped when the crown came to her hymen. She looked into my eyes and slammed down. I knew it must have hurt, but her face didn't show any pain. Only the slightest tightening in the corners of her eyes.

She bottomed out and stopped for a few seconds, "Wait. Wait. Stop for a little bit so you can get used to having my cock in you. It'll feel better and you'll enjoy it more."

She acknowledged with a nod and stopped moving. My left hand went to her tits and my right to her clit. I concentrated on getting the right motions in each hand. Her face lost the determined look and became more relaxed. Her pussy was clutching my cock as if was a life ring, holding on for dear life. She started to move. At first, it was just a rotation of her hips, trying to feel my cock in every part of her vagina. I was glad I'd just cum a few minutes ago or I would have been dead meat.

She started lifting up, a few inches at a time, increasing steadily till I was almost falling out. Didn't happen. Her control was amazing. The liquid glide of my cock in her pussy was almost hypnotic. Her cone-shaped tits moved like a metronome that kept my cock in tune. Tina had been beautiful when she rode me like this, but Wendy's form was much better. Tina had body parts jerking in all directions. Every part of Wendy was coordinated, a resonance. Like a swing, her body was building momentum till it seemed she would fly across the room. That momentum was sucking my cock with more force than her throat had minutes before. I was trying desperately to hold out.

She wasn't helping me out. She was bouncing so hard and fast... She came down very hard and climaxed. There wasn't any doubt: She squirted a fountain onto my abdomen, "Oh, God! Oh, God! Oh, God! Oh, FFFFFFFFFUUUUUUUUUUCCCCCCKKKKKKK!!!!!"

Maybe the compression on my groin stopped me from cumming. The urge to cum subsided and it felt like my dick got stiffer. I thrust up hard. Her face lost the *I've just cum* look. It showed surprise, "Didn't you cum, too?"

"No, not yet. I want to enjoy this more. You, too."

"Oh, yes! Oh, yes!"

Even though fluid was still running out of her vulva, where it wasn't obstructed by my dick, she was ready for another round. I had a hold of her small love handles, helping her move. She rolled us over, "Now you on top."

I couldn't believe I had just popped her cherry. She didn't show any signs of being sore. The only other virgin I had was so sore that we couldn't fuck for three days. I started gliding in and out. She said, "Harder. Deeper."

I could address the harder part. I couldn't change my dick size, so I lifted her legs to my shoulders to get a little deeper. "Oh, yes. That's it. That's it."

I started pounding into her. At first I was worried about hurting her, but she countered by meeting every stroke by a hard upstroke. Now, her pussy was too much for me to withstand not cumming. I gave her two more hard pumps and came, "AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!"

That was enough for her, too, as she also topped the mountain. The spring flowed again from her pussy, adding to the ephemeral lake already residing on her abdomen.

I dropped her legs and settled down on top of her. She didn't mind my weight. We lay in silence for minutes. I was almost asleep when she moved me, "Shower?"

I followed her delicious rear end into the bathroom. She sat on the toilet and peed up a storm. There was a little pink on the paper when she wiped. There was also a little blood running down from the two-inch cut on her arm, "You're hurt! Why didn't you say something?"

"It's only a scratch."

"Right. Like there's at least a dozen stiches."

"So? Still a scratch."

That was all I could get from her. I spent a long time washing her, though. She was purring the whole time, so I didn't stop till she said she wanted to wash me.

We slept late. We were awakened by her phone ringing. I dreaded that phone. However, it was only Mary saying she had some good news. The DA had dropped my charges, and the judge accepted the motion. The no-contact order was voided. Mary would bring her to Wendy's tomorrow morning. Wendy said, "That great! We're anxious to get her here. Oh, it's not just my house. It's Sam's and mine."

I wasn't so sure that Wendy should tell Mary things like that, but Mary just said, "Great!"

After she hung up, Wendy said, "I've known Mary since I started at Brookline. I trust her."

I was a bit stunned, but since I trusted Wendy completely, I had to accept.

We spent the rest of the day and the evening as a kind of honeymoon. Cathy would be joining us, so we had to keep our sexual activities quiet. Meaning, I would need to live in the second bedroom and sneak into Wendy's when I could. It obviously wasn't very good, but we didn't see any alternative. Tina's parents were alive, so visits to them would let Wendy and I be open. The problem was Tina's parents believed that Tina couldn't do anything wrong. Letting Cathy visit them would seem be an invitation for them to basically kidnap her. We could also see the mega trouble when Tina was sentenced to prison. Her parents could be in full fight mode.

We called Mary to talk the situation over - not Wendy's and my affair - but what to do about Cathy. Mary said, "Let me think about it and get back to you."

Wendy said, "Do you trust me?"

"Of course... What do you have in mind? Or maybe I don't want to know?"

"The latter."

"We haven't talked about what you do, but you don't plan anything blatantly illegal, do you?"

"Brookline is legal. We have clients from Joe-on-the-Street to several government organizations. We might bend a few laws, but we're not a criminal organization. No gun running, political assassinations, drugs, etc. We kind of do things by not being bound by paperwork. We really are a very, very good security organization... That's as close as I can get without violating nondisclosures."

I figured that bribery and blackmail might be part of their tools, "All right, I won't ask embarrassing questions. Now, about Tina's parents?"

"Relax. We won't do anything like plant drugs or such to frame them. I'm not saying that if we DID find they were druggies, we wouldn't take the appropriate action."

Early the next morning Mary rang the doorbell with Cathy standing right beside her. Cathy ran to me and threw her whole body at me and machine gunned, "Daddy. Daddy. I've missed you. Why did Mommy say you had run off? Where's Mommy? Hello Aunt Wendy (accompanied by the same physical assault as she unleashed on me). Why are we here? When are going home?"

"Wait, wait, sweetheart. One thing at a time. Your mother tried to get rid of me so she could be with somebody else..."

"You mean that slimy John guy? I don't like him. He's not around is he?'

The conversation went around on the questions Cathy asked. She was incredible preceptive and understood way better than we thought she would. In the end, she was happy to be with me and Aunt Wendy and to have "Aunt" Mary as a friend. We told her we were staying with her in Aunt Wendy's house. Soon, we would go get her things from the old house. She missed her mother but wasn't gloomy over it.

We talked for the better part of two hours before Cathy ran down and needed a nap. We showed her to her room. Since it was larger than the old one, we heard no complaints.

Mary gave us the latest news. Tina's bail was high enough that her parents couldn't raise the funds, so she was stuck in jail. Her parents hired her a lawyer. Mary didn't think much of him, though. Ellis' bail was even higher, and he hadn't a hope of raising it. Tina's cousin started singing, hoping for leniency, "He'll likely get disbarred, but won't do time... We'll let him go."

"There's some bad news, though. The judge set the hearing for you to recover your finances and your house for two months from now. Sorry, I can't get him to do it sooner. I doubt you'll recover any money, anyway. They either spent it or put it someplace you'll never find. The judge agreed that you can gain entry to the house to retrieve Cathy's things and any of yours left. I have to accompany you as the court appointed representative. When do you want to go?"

"Friday?"

"Works for me. Meet me at the house at 10 AM."

"I was just a schoolteacher, so there wasn't much money. Tina spent it as fast as I could make it."

"She did get her hooks into your retirement, though. The house is heavily mortgaged, so if you sell, you won't clear much. I'll get her off the deed. She's already filed for divorce, so I'll hurry that along."

Mary left us to contemplate our course. I was pretty sure she knew our feelings for each other. As soon as she left, Wendy was sitting on my lap on the sofa. We knew that Cathy would likely only sleep for an hour or so, limiting us to making out, playing teenagers in the backseat. I wanted her so badly. Both my dick and my heart ached for her, "This is going to be difficult. I want you now."

"I want you, too... I don't know about you, but it'll only take 30 seconds before I cum..."

"10"

She got up and went around to the back of the sofa. The sofa faced the TV but that wasn't too far from the hallway leading to the bedrooms. She dropped her jeans and panties, leaning over the back of the sofa. She wiggled her beautiful ass, "What are you waiting for?"

She could see if Cathy left her bedroom and would be hidden behind the sofa. I almost tripped on my jeans as I rushed to her. Fluid was running down her legs as I swiped my cock on her vulva. It took little effort to seat my cock fully in her tight pussy. She pushed back hard. I started hammering her. Then I reached around to feel her pubic hair and touch her clit. She was way short of her 30 second estimate and much closer to my 10 second guess. I didn't stop moving as she climaxed. Somehow, I didn't also climax. Guess grinding teeth helps, but not for long. She ramped up for another peak and when she pushed over, so did I. She squirted when I did. My hands went to either side of her and I fell forward onto her. I whispered into her ear, "I love you."

She turned her head and kissed me, "Not as much as I love you."

It felt like we were a couple of teens having their first love. Now we had the job of cleaning the back of the sofa. We re-jeaned and Wendy got the cleaner. Worked well. I doubt that Mary would have been fooled that the scent of sex wasn't there, but Cathy wouldn't understand the source of the scent.

We resumed a more decorous position on the sofa and turned the TV on in anticipation of Cathy's awakening. We could repeat in Wendy's bed after Cathy went to sleep. This was our life.

EPILOG

Both Tina and Ellis pled guilty to a mixed bag of charges. Ellis received a 20 years-to-life sentence and Tina a 10 to 20. I never got any of my retirement or savings back. We cleared about 500 dollars on the house. The school's settlement offer was two-years wages. I accepted.

Brookline offered me a job as an analyst. Since I was a math major, I had done a lot of IT work, so it was a reasonable fit. I still don't know all the workings within. I don't ask and Wendy is still as closed mouth as she had always been.

It turned out that Tina's parents were excellent. Cathy loved going to visit them. That was our vacation.

I never stayed in Wendy's room overnight unless Cathy wasn't there. That was the case till my divorce and Cathy's custody was settled. It continued till Cathy was seven years old. One Saturday morning, when I sat down for breakfast Cathy asked me, "Dad, why don't you just stay in Aunt Wendy's room? Don't you get tired of sneaking out in the middle of the night?"

I didn't know what to say. I looked at Wendy, but she just shrugged. We had no idea that Cathy was so preceptive or if she understood what it meant, "You obviously know that I visit your aunt. Does that bother you?"

"No, Dad. I understand that you and Aunt Wendy care a lot for each other. You don't need to hide it from me. I don't know all what you do, other than kiss each other, but as long as you don't hurt each other, I don't mind."

"Your aunt and I love each other, just like your mother and I once loved each other. We would never hurt the other."

She thought for a couple of moments, "All the cuts and bruises I see on her are from her job, right?"

"Of course. Your aunt does some dangerous work."

"How come you don't have them? You work at the same place."

"I work on computers, but your aunt does other things that are sometimes dangerous. Don't worry. She's very good at what she does."

"If you love each other like you and Mom did, does that mean I'll have a brother or sister soon?"

Holy shit! Is this kid an Einstein? Not sure adults would reach the same conclusions so fast, "Maybe. She's my sister, so when you get older, we'll explain what this means."

She crinkled her nose, like she thought we should explain it immediately. Before she could say anything, Wendy got into the conversation, "Cathy, when you're older you'll understand. The only thing that's very, very important is that you never tell anyone that your dad and I love each other like he and your mom did. This might result in you being taken from us and you'd end up where you were after your mom was arrested."

"I don't want that. I promise I won't say anything. Does that include Grandpa and Grandma?"

"Yes, for now. We'll tell them later."

"OK, I'll be quiet."

"Good girl. Your aunt and I really love you and we're so happy you live with us."

Cathy threw her arms around my neck, "I love you, too, Dad."

Then she did the same to Wendy, "I love you Aunt Wendy. You're better than my old mommy."

So, I now lived in Wendy's bedroom. We've had many discussions about Wendy having children. For the moment, we've concluded there would be too many problems to chance it. Additionally, Wendy isn't sure she wants to be a mother considering her line of work.

By the time Cathy was 9, we received a potential big change in our lives. Wendy was offered a position as a VP in Brookline at another company location. This would mean she wouldn't be doing field work and came with a major increase in pay. I'm not a worrywart, but she's come home too many times with holes in her that weren't original issue.

She accepted. This removed one of our concerns because only those in the company and our relatives would know we were siblings. Additionally, we could get a larger house.

We moved into a house with a pool in a gated community. Cathy enrolled in a new school and appeared to be thriving.

We had one large unresolved issue: After much soul-searching, we decided not to have our own kids... That was only the fourth time in 36 years that I had ever seen her cry.

I sat on the edge of the pool, my feet slowly stirring the water. Wendy was on a lounge chair across from me. I felt like I was on a dock with the tide beneath my feet. I did the thing that I knew that I had to do. I got up and walked around the pool. Wendy was on her stomach, reading. I put my hand on her butt, "Wanna go and give Cathy a baby brother?"

FIN