Journey to Love. Pt. 19

Journey 19

Journey to Love. Pt. 19

A story of two siblings separated as children continued.

Today we find out more about the family's story and their inheritance.

All persons engaged in sexual acts are over 18.

The Journey to Love implies getting there. But can you arrive at a feeling, a concept, an idea, or do you just live it?

Sophie

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I woke with my brother's morning wood pressed against my clit. Our legs were intertwined. All it took was little movements of my hips to keep myself on the edge of the dream I woke from. I was dreaming of an orgy with three brothers, all Jack. All clones built to give me pleasure. My body tingled all over from the dream cocks and the real live penis pushing precum around my clit.

I giggled to myself, could I make him cum like this? Just spurt this load onto my button.

I was sure he was dreaming, for his body was still immobilised by the paralysing sleep drugs that stopped one from acting out the dreams. I thought, had passed into wakefulness. I carefully slipped my hand between us, so I could help the contact and spread the love. My other hand held his butt and kept him where he was.

I was close, so close, fuck, yes my head screamed. But my mouth simply encouraged my lover.

"Cum Jack, cum with me," I whispered in his ear.

My climax tore through my body as I jerked on my lover's penis.

"Yes cum!"

I felt his penis jerk and his issue shot strong upon my clit, coating my button with his seed. I rutted on him, my climax peaking with each spurt of sticky fluid at our junction. My fingers and his groin taking the overshoot. I felt his body relax in mine, then he groaned a single sigh and passed back into his sleep. His penis withdrew from my clit, softening with the seconds.

Perhaps it's the drugs of sex that I have learnt take hold of my brother after a climax. I rolled him to his back and lapped the sperm from my fingers and my palm. I scooped the spunk from my inner pussy lips. My clit, too sensitive to touch, I left alone.

I grinned at what I had achieved. To test his sleep further, I started to clean his body with my tongue. Finally, I slurped his soft penis into my mouth. Shit that felt nice. Room enough to play with the soft sponginess of flesh on my tongue, while tasting sperm, boy musk and sweat from his sensitive genitals.

He kept sleeping. Perhaps it was also the release of tension in his mind after weeks of fear and dread of what his new family would think. But clearly, he needed the sleep of a teenager. So I left him be, stole a kiss from his lips and tidied myself up enough to find the shower.

Refreshed and dressed I found Rob at the kitchen table nursing a coffee.

"Let me make you one?"

He went to the full espresso machine plumbed into the wall.

"People come miles to have my coffee at my club. What would you like?"

"Oh yes, can you do cuppachinos? Yes please, but make it strong."

"I need to teach you this machine before we go."

"Yes please, but I might get a bit addicted to the coffee."

"Where's Jack?"

"Sleeping like a baby, I think I wore him out. But I think the momentous day yesterday took a toll emotionally."

"I get that. Same with Debbie, sharing yesterday was so hard, so full of risk. What if Jack rejected her?"

"True, it took a bit for Jack to have any love for his mother, particularly as a teen. He started to melt when we finally put two and two together with the bottle of whiskey. But then it took time."

"Dave is giving her some special tender love at the moment."

"Is that weird?"

"No, it's sort of our role now. Though we don't double-team anymore. If we are both helping her, then one of us will slip into the brother. I hope that's not too much information."

"I'm learning. What's it like being gay and how did you figure it out?"

"I guess we are Bi, but only with our sister. That in itself is weird. I think for me it has a lot to do with being a twin and the way a male sees bodies, their body, but any body really. I always got hard around my sister, couldn't help it, but had to put that on ice. Then there was my Brother. Same deal, no action. I knew I loved Dave, but only as a brother until the weekend at Mum and Dad's where we unleashed our sexual drives. That kiss Dave and I shared, fuck it spun me out. That's more than just cock play.

"I loved kissing Deb, she made me hard, but it was not the same. It took years to realise what that difference meant.

"A boy sees his body differently to a girl. I found that out over time. Looking in the mirror we always fall in love with ourselves. A girl sees the flaws, the fat, even if there is none, the lack of size in breasts, or if too big.

"Boys don't, they see a rocking stud, the cock will harden at an image of themselves. Muscles appear where none exist and his penis is as big as the last fish that was caught. Sure we do ask are we big enough? We like to compare, but so long as we can get a hand around our meat and wank, all doubt leaves.

"It is very narcissistic. My problem was that looking at Dave was looking in a mirror. Personality-wise we are different animals. But if I can get hard looking at myself, by god I can get rock hard looking at Dave.

"You asked about being gay? Well, it really is a matter of the heart? I think anyone can intellectually and emotionally love anyone. I don't think gender is a barrier to love. But it expresses normally in platonic relationships."

"So what makes the difference?"

"I guess it's that moment when you get hard, or in your case wet, for the other person. Suddenly chemistry takes over."

"I found that out on our first day together, shit I got wet for Jack, but he was supposed to be my brother."

"That's it, you can't help who you get hard for. But being Gay, lesbian or any other flavour, it also could be who you don't get hard for. If a guy can't get hard or maintain hard for the opposite sex, there is not much he can do."

"I had a friend at school who said she was asexual, nothing turned her on."

"It's not uncommon. Sex in a way is following the chemistry. The problem is when this chemistry is bound in family relationships or taboo. I run a club in Melbourne that welcomes all who don't fit social and societal norms. It is a place to fit in when you don't feel that you fit anywhere."

"I don't get anal though."

"You don't have to. Don't go there if either of you doesn't want to. It's a thrill for me and Dave, but for others a complete turn-off. Follow the love, not the lust. I have plenty of Gay friends who have never done anal, oral is more than enough to express the deep love for a partner."

"But what of the gay lifestyle we hear about?"

"It's real, too real at times. Guys do like to have full-on lust sessions. It's sort of what we three musketeers had for years. But never confuse lust for love. Some guys just go full-on lust when the gay world opens for them. But normally they are also sex addicted, but as lonely as fuck. I often have to counsel lonely souls who have sex and dangerous sex every night but lack a partner, love and commitment."

"Can girls be like that?"

"Yes, but I think it's the cock that rules for the dopamine release. In the long run, true connection is sought and sadly missed."

"Do you think Jack and I will make it, over time?"

"So long as you seek each other's hearts and understanding, yes. You will get wet for other boys and perhaps girls. But what you have is precious, it's not worth risking. That was Debbie's and our mistake. Made harder by our mutual years of lovemaking together. She found her soul mate but in the difficulties of the time turned back the clock."

"Do you feel guilty Rob?"

"Everyday, and regret. You being here and being in love with each other is a big release of that burden for us. I know Dave feels the same."

"Do you think Mum will fall in love again?"

"Never say never, but at the moment that capacity to love is locked up. Be gentle with her. This whole nineteen-year-long affair and the pain has much more healing to go."

Grandpa toddled in on his stick.

"Rob is wise, we all carry scars that are at the very surface at the moment. But today is a great day. One Joy would have been thrilled to share."

I felt arms wrap around me, I could smell my brother, feel his gentle touch. I basked in the knowing.

"I was afraid I would not be able to do this in front of my, our family. I love my sister so much it hurts at times."

"I guess we should eat," Grandpa suggested.

"Let me," Debbie called from down the corridor. "Mum's privilege to cook for her family, next week it will be different. Fend for yourself," she laughed.

"Do you want coffee Jack, As if I have to ask?" I said looking up at my brother.

"Yes, strong."

"I'll make it, Rob is teaching me aren't you Rob?"

Rob came over to the machine and he helped me start, grinding the beans first. Well showing me the button. I kept an ear on the conversation.

Jack was busy telling Grandpa of our slow lap of Mount Panorama. Then they got into the mechanics.

"We need to get her out of the Van, if you and Rob could help me after breakfast?" Jack asked Dave who had joined us.

I missed the tamp on the first attempt, so that coffee went down the sink and we started again. Rob was a patient teacher.

"I'm sorry Grandpa, we spent everything we had left on buying the van," Jack apologised.

"Then I think we should keep the van, it makes great transport for Daisy," Grandpa suggested.

I handed Jack his coffee, and this time wrapped my arms around him from the back.

"Does that mean we can go back and continue our trip at some stage? " I got excited in Jack's ear.

"We thought you would've had enough." Mum said, "I've driven in that thing before."

"Not a thing Mum," Jack corrected, "Daisy has sensitive hearing."

"Um Sophie, where is my Coffee?" Dave objected,

"Mine too" Debbie added.

"You two were too busy doing the naughty, but I guess I can do one for you too. Come on Rob, let's try again."

Breakfast was like that, everyone contributing, butting in.

Afterwards, we all went out to watch Daisy being removed from her resting place in the Sprinter. Of course, the boys all had to have a drive. Grandpa stayed inside so I went back in to keep him company.

"I guess you were a bit anxious as we took off on our trip."

"There was a lot at stake so yes. But mainly the rehabilitation of Jack into the family. If you two hadn't hooked up, then the news of yesterday could have been met with the same anger and rejection that Brad had."

"You could be right. But I'm worried about you now."

"I'll be right. I think the problem I have and the surgery is the best outcome I could have expected. At least they don't have to remove a tumour from the grey matter and it's not dementia."

"Well, Jack and I will look after you. We do intend to stay and help run the farm. Jack is very keen to become a farmer."

"What about you?"

"I've taken a bit to the CWA movement, so I look forward to being a farming woman, perhaps with a spattering of charity work, helping farming communities modernise."

"Isn't that a bit of an old people's organisation?"

"It was, but a revolution is happening, at least in NSW. I might have accidentally started it."

"Really? How's that?"

"Well, we had an incident in Geurie. It involved taking off my bikini and waving it as a sign of rebellion against some old biddies who terrorised the local swimming pool. They controlled everything including the CWA branch, so the young ones took over. They made a flag which was a purple bikini top on a Daisy yellow coloured ground."

"That was you? I saw a news report on the movement here. It seems the young farmers' wives are getting involved and about time."

"Speaking of young farmers' wives. On the first day, I met a girl who lives almost locally, near Culcain. She is also partnered with her brother. She helped me navigate my feelings for Jack. She also helped me buy that purple bikini."

"That was fast, really,? You had feelings for Jack day one?"

"Gramps I think we both fell in love the first night. Just took us a while to get over the sibling taboo thing."

"That's amazing."

"I wanted to ask, is it all right if I invite Jan and Ben over to the farm? I'm desperate for them to hear our story."

"Well if they can get here for tea tonight, they can hear it as you tell us about how you fell in love."

"Awesome, I'll go and give them a ring straight away."

I had been very busy and distracted this last week so besides, telling them the wedding was postponed, I hadn't made contact. So imagine the joy of our conversation.

Jan put her earbuds in and drove out to Ben on the tractor to give him the timeline he had to come in and get ready. I was listening. She didn't give him a choice. Then we chatted until the others came in and we got ready for the twins' storytelling.

Dave started.

"Now Debbie has sort of covered the important bits about how we started. But perhaps I'll give a personal perspective then Rob can give his.

"First of all, I had no idea I was gay. That said, I dated a few girls in high school, but had no real sexual attraction to them. It was great company and the girls liked me, but I thought it was because of my feelings for Debbie, not in general. Girls didn't really turn me on. Could I be more generally Bi? I don't know, I've never tested it.

"But that first kiss I had with my Brother, it sort of blew me unknowingly into the gay pool of what the fuck. It was sort of what I'd thought a first kiss with a girl would do. But comparatively nothing like any I'd had on dates."

"Same for me," Rob murmured.

"When we got back to Melbourne it was life full of sex between us all and study. My genetics study eventually led to a Ph. D. in the field. I was working on the Human Genome Project and also some AIDS research. It was a hard time for anyone Gay. Although those who suffered most were from the community in the twenty years preceding. I have many friends who watched their partners die.

"Now this meant we all became very careful and kept our sex mutually exclusive. My doctoral thesis was in twin studies and inherited diseases. It was a shock to us all when it was clear we couldn't have children with Deb."

"Is it possible that you could check Jack and me? I am already feeling like I want to start a family with my Big brother."

"How do you feel Jack?" Mum asked.

A smile spread over my brother's face while his brow frowned.

"I would like nothing better, but I want to hold off a bit, until we get settled into farming."

"I guess I can only advise you to prepare for the worst, but hope for the best. Hopefully, Brad's contribution to your genetics will clear that minefield for you. If you agree I can take some swabs before I go back and test them for you."

"Yes please!" we both chorused.

"It's the big advantage of owning the company. I can run tests for you on the quiet. I provide the service for siblings who come our way during the testing. Often we get two samples from couples that ask for genetic clearance. But few realise we can tell that they are siblings so fast. I employ a special genetic counsellor to sensitively handle those cases."

Jack spoke up. "I think we made some friends along the way that could be helped by your services then. Hopefully, some of them will be at the wedding."

"Ooh, I forgot to tell you all, two of our friends are coming to dinner with us tonight. Ben and Jan, they live just up the road. Grandpa and I arranged it so they could hear the story about how Jack and I fell in love."

"Awesome," Jack exclaimed. "I so want to catch up with Ben."

"Well, that's about all I can tell you that you don't already know. Rob what about you?"

Rob took the floor.

"My time in the theatre certainly opened me to the breadth of expressed sexuality. But I was very over the moon in love with my brother. I was at a bit of a loose end much of the time, between shows, different theatre groups, and drama schools. So when mum suggested I follow my dreams and start a place where LGBTQIA+ theatre and shows could be held. That became my purpose in life and I have never looked back. It was hard in those early years because technically our activities in the bedroom were illegal.

"So our Cabaret walked a fine line. When Brad threatened to blow the whistle we postponed a few Risque shows for a while just in case. But since then we have gone from strength to strength.

"I do a late-night piano show every Wednesday night to keep my hand in. I would love to see you there. It is very R-rated mind you, I do a lot of parodies and political satire to show tunes.

"But as for love, it wasn't until Deb pointed out that we might be more Gay than Bi that things made sense. Dave's and my love kept growing and getting deeper. We might be a couple of old fags now but we love it."

"Hardly Old Rob," Dave objected.

"Yeah, what does that make me," Mum concurred.

"So you both have never had sex outside this relationship?" Jack asked astonished.

"That's right, just a married couple in life for life."

"So did you get married?"

"Yes but no. We are allowed to have a gay marriage but alas the sibling thing still gets in the way. It doesn't matter that the taboo genetic issues can have absolutely no effect in our case."

"So we have private ceremonies as proxies, ours was what fifteen years ago?" Dave clarified.

"No Dave, seventeen," Rob corrected him.

"Rob would know he is the big romantic in the marriage. Shit, we are getting old."

"We had planned to have a wedding at the Hydro Majestic? But that got delayed." Jack spoke up.

"That was planned for next weekend, sorry. Now I see we should have waited. Lucky you got sick Grandpa." I suddenly thought that a marriage without our family there would have been a mistake.

"So we should set a date then," Jack suggested. "Let's wait till Jan and Ben arrive. Christmas is coming soon. But I assume family will be together here then."

Everyone affirmed that.

"We also have some other friends who we want to be there. So we will check." Jack added.

"Well for me it depends a lot on how Grandpa is? So, maybe wait until after the operation before we finalise anything. I'm expecting you will be alright Grandpa?"

"I'll be there darling Sophie. Well, I think it's time for lunch. After lunch, I want to talk about the inheritance and money stuff. Have you got the presentation ready, Debbie?"

"Of course Dad, I'll also give the family financial update."

"Great, good to do this before our guests arrive. When do we expect them?"

"I suggested five for pre-dinner drinks and family introductions."

"Excellent. Who's cooking?"

"BBQ again is easiest. So menfolk."

We sat down to Spaghetti Bolognese and salad for lunch.

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Jack

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After the meal, Debbie ushered us to the boardroom. Well, they all took off for a farm shed, a huge one. I had my arm around Sophie. We straggled a bit.

"This is where we find out we win Betsy the Cow," Sophie giggled.

"Well I get you, and the cream, so not complaining."

Inside the shed was a corner with a second-story structure, and everyone climbed the steps.

Well fuck me dead. We entered a boardroom. I mean the interior was a boardroom. Kitted out as if it were the executive suite of a big business. A big table ran down the middle. There were twelve leather full-on board executive chairs and up one end a full screen with a computer set up.

On the screen, the opening slide read 'Daniels Family Enterprises.'

Sophie and I stood in the doorway just gob-smacked.

"Well sit down you two, over next to me," Grandpa said.

There was a suit already seated when we came in.

Grandpa introduced us.

"This is Charles, our family lawyer. He will meet with you on Monday to sign the paperwork."

Deborah stood up and moved to the computer.

"Welcome to our meeting. It will be in two parts. First, some company business, and then Grandpa has some surprises for our lovers.

"So I formally call this meeting of Daniel Family Enterprises (DFE) open.

"First on the agenda is to vote in our two new members. Sophie Daniels and Jack Southern. I assume you two are happy to be full members?"

"I guess so. So long as you don't dump me with the bill."

Everyone chucked. Sophie nodded.

"Well, you have been associate members since you were born. This just gives you a say in things. All those in favour?"

The motion was on the screen re our membership. It was unanimous.

"Welcome to the company guys."

I was liking where this was going. Next, Deb, fuck it, Mum, put up a performance chart. Showing business enterprises.

"You have all the paperwork in front of you. Just remember this is strictly confidential. As you can see our bottom line is now $485."

"Um excuse me," I put my hand up. "Is that thousands?"

"No millions." Everyone cheered.

"That is also adjusted down for Sophie's and Jack's inheritance which we will hear of later."

Now my Sister and I were struggling to comprehend. I was now nervous. Very nervous. This was a multi, multi-million-dollar company.

The next chart showed performance across categories. Including shares, investments, Rob and Dave's businesses. Grandpa's quarterly income from consulting. Deborah had her own company as well, trusts and other funds.

"As you can see we continue to do well. Let me break that down into some categories."

Next came a pie chart showing investments in tech, renewables, research and development.

"As you can see we have finally divested from all fossil fuel stocks and RND is focused on three fields. Computer tech - naturally, alternative energy, and environment with a focus on farming.

"We also aim to pay taxes properly, so we don't run minimisation schemes. We are blessed with wealth then we should pay. So we aim for the company tax rate. If we didn't we would already be a billion-dollar company.

"Finally charities. You can see that we spend ten per cent of our income on charity work. We plan to increase that to twenty per cent in five years while maintaining investment growth of eighteen per cent a year.

"Well done everyone. We met the last financial year targets and are tracking above that at the moment." Deborah was finishing off.

" I think that's all from me any questions?"

I looked at Sophie, and everyone looked at me.

"Not that would be intelligent. I take it this means we are all rich."

Everyone grinned.

"But no one is even driving new cars?"

"We keep a very low profile. We all have some fun wheels in garages in Melbourne."

"Ok, I take it that our new members might take a year or two to get to grips with what we do, so for now I suggest I call this meeting to a close. Unless anyone has other business."

Everyone shook their heads.

"Well over to Dad."

Granddad moved to the front but sat.

"First we want to congratulate Jack and Sophie. Today wraps up years of planning and conspiring to get Jack back into the fold.

"Now the will.

"I bequeath Betsy and her offspring as your private property." Every laughted.

"See told you so Jack?" Sophie kissed me.

"I want to give you the farm but it is part of the family trust. But I pass to you both the exclusive right to run the farm and continue the farm enterprises as you both see fit. If you decide to move off the farm the group will consider options for management.

"Second you both have investment funds which will pass immediately to each of you once you sign the paperwork. These were invested before your birth as a result of my work on the Y2K conversions. The company has invested these for you. You can choose to keep them in the holdings as separate trusts or cash out as you please.

"Charles, can you put the graph on the screen? Again it's in millions."

We had slightly different amounts as the funds diversified differently.

"Sophie you have nineteen million and Jack eighteen and a half."

"So we are both millionaires?"

"True, but it doesn't mean as much as it used to. Billionaires are the new rich. We are a mid-sized organisation.

"Now only matter left is the stipend. You will receive the same yearly salary as the rest of us. This year that figure rose to 1.1 million per annum. This is a living fund. So groceries etc. you have been paid for this since you were born and it has added to your portfolio. It also paid for your trip so the Sprinter is yours.

"That brings up Daisy. We have agreed that you should inherit this also.

"Did I forget anything, Charles?"

"Just your will."

"Oh yes because the above is family enterprise stuff. If I should die on the operating table my private estate will divide my possessions equally among all family members individually along with my shares in the company. Because you were a part of the family trust at birth none of us loses our share portion because you have joined. You owned this anyway.

I think that covers it. I suggest we have a round of Champagne."

A trolley on the side was uncovered and top-level champers came out. We were both treated with hugs and celebrations.

Finally, after much celebration and chatter, we moved back to the house. Charles confirmed our meeting at his offices the next day.

The twins hopped on two quad bikes in the shed which were loaded up with some gear and rode out to who knew where.

Mum walked between us.

"Take a while for this to sink in. I suggest saying nothing to your friends when they arrive. The secret is to be rich but don't show rich. Spend well, but don't be flashy. Treasure experiences but keep your feet on the ground."

"Speaking of that. Gerry and Jillian." Sophie said.

"Oh my God yes!"

"Mum, do you think we might be able to start a Hot Air Balloon enterprise here?" Sophie asked.

"So you loved the Balloon ride?"

"Not only that Mum, our good friends Gerry and Jillian are siblings like us. Their parents know, and they run their family business out of Canowindra."

"Well, Jack so long as you call me Mum, you can do whatever you want. So long as Sophie agrees that is."

Mum was in tears by the time we entered the house.

Sophie went about making coffees and we sat around the table. Mum started unpacking fresh vegetables.

"How did you get those?" I asked. I was sure Mum was busy all morning.

"Charles picked them up, and I rang as soon as I found out we had company coming. Give me a hand with the salad Jack."

Grandpa and Sophie nursed coffees, while Mum and I made a variety of salads. Once done Grandpa said,

"Jack and Sophie can you bring some beers up for the outside fridge and choose a few wines. Just through that door."

We opened the door and there were stairs leading down.

"What?"

"Take your time, we still have an hour or so before your friends arrive."

I found a light switch and the steps led down to a cellar. Well, it was much bigger than that. There was a large commercial fridge with beers stacked according to style. Then around a corner was a large wine cellar, no two. One for reds and one for whites.

It was cool. Earth cool. At the end another door, this revealed a quaint reading nook with a sofa and a place for writing.

Sophie threw her arms around me.

"I don't think Grandpa is expecting us anytime soon. How soundproof is this?"

"Very I think we came more than one ceiling or floor thickness down."

We kissed and I plopped onto the sofa with my sister straddling me.

"Well my millionaire fiancée, Fuck, can you believe what just happened? I asked.

"No, I mean, I guess someone has to make money and I'm sure Grandpa worked hard to set this up. But you're still my brother."

"Please don't let me change, Soph."

"Me neither."

"Promise."

"Promise, but can we seal with a good loving fuck."

"Here?"

"Here."

"Sealed with a fuck. That can be our business stamp of approval. No loving fuck, or no way we proceed with major decisions."

I was already busy undressing Sophie.

"I'll put on an alarm just in case we get carried away."

Sophie engaged her phone to warn us. We stripped quickly, and our pent-up excitement and nerves from our board meeting, overflowed into our passion. There was an added element to this almost secret room. The room had an earthy smell that quickly mixed with my Sister's body aroma flowing from her juices. These were already running down her legs.

"I'm so turned on Jack. No foreplay take me."

I lifted her by the hips and her legs wrapped around my torso. I was hard, rock hard. She found her target and dropped onto my penis as soon as she was confident we were aligned. I sat her on the edge of the sofa and started pumping.

"I can't believe we get to do this under our families' noses and they don't care."

"Oh they do care, but in a good way. Care that we care about each other. Care that we love each other. Care that we are happy, care that I fuck you with the passion that comes from being a part of this family."

This was punctuated with my thrusts.

"Shit Jack, I'm going to cum."

"I guess we can afford a new couch if we need to."

"Shit yes, ride me, big bro. Pump that million-dollar sperm right in me. Fuck. Cuming. Arhhhhhhh."

With that, I blasted my Sister with my sperm.

"Fuck I hope we can have children sometime," I groaned as I filled my sister.

"Got to pass on our money to someone Jack, yes keep going. Cumming again."

I kept pumping even though my penis glans was so sensitive. Then we slumped onto the couch.

"Ok, that was intense."

We looked around.

"Jack there's another door."

I stood dribbling our juices as I disengaged. When I opened the door a light came on to reveal a shower room and toilet.

"Good news we can freshen up."

Sophie raced into the room holding her cream-pie in as she entered the shower. The place had exhaust fans and heating. We washed and caressed each other. I grabbed a towel to dry ourselves only to reveal a panel. But this had a security pad and a fingerprint reader.

"Do you think this could be a bolt hole. In case we get held up or something." Sophie looked puzzled.

"Maybe. We'll ask."

We dried and I put the towel back covering the panel.

" It's not a door Jack."

"Yes, but I bet it opens one. I'll ask Grandpa."

We dressed and selected the drinks. There were carry baskets available. We knew nothing about wines but I knew enough to leave the Penfolds Grange collection alone. Then we surfaced back into the kitchen.

Mum and Grandpa grinned.

"I see you found a few secrets," Mum said as she tousled my wet hair.

"Just treating my girl to the best."

"Good on you Jack."

"Grandpa, do we get the code?" I asked.

"We would have missed it if we didn't need a shower," Sophie added.

"I'll set you up before I go into hospital. Dave can do it but I want to. Then I'll give you a tour."

"Are you preppers Grandpa?"

"No, nothing like that, just cautious. You have to be with a half-billion-dollar company. But enough for now, get those drinks in the fridge, guests will be here within ten."

Our guests arrived while I was stocking the fridge. Sophie disappeared to the car park and I could hear the squeals of delight echo around the verandah. I followed the sounds and found Ben. I could see he was a bit embarrassed by the schoolgirl antics of our sisters.

"G'day Ben welcome to the farm."

"How's Grandpa?"

"He is having surgery this week, but is doing fine You'll meet him in a minute. If we can drag the girls in."

They were busy looking at Sophie's rings. Then gabbing about wedding ideas.

"Sophie, perhaps we can introduce them to our family before we get distracted by weddings. Jan and Ben, before we do you need to know a few things we have only learnt since we got back.. We have told our family that you're siblings."

Ben frowned.

"It's ok I need to let you know everyone here is in sibling incest relationships."

"What?"

"Yes, Grandpa and Grandma. Grandma died when Sophie was a baby. My mum and her brothers, yes both, but they are also bi/gay. So they will keep your secret and we trust that you will keep theirs."

"Wow, that's an outcome I didn't expect Ben," Jan added.

With that, we went to the entertainment area and introductions happened. Dave found beers and drinks for everyone. Grandpa walked out of the house to join us.

"This is Gus, our Grandpa who concocted the trip in Daisy."

Ben shook his hand.

"Haven't I met you before?" Ben asked.

"I'm not sure."

"Wait on at the University. While I was studying agriculture."

"Could be."

"Yes, the wind turbines everywhere, you were giving a lecture on sustainable practices."

"Then yes."

"This is your farm, we saw pictures and some of the results."

"Well, I'm hoping Jack here will continue some of those."

Jan and Sophie had joined us.

"Does that mean you're staying?" Jan asked.

Sophie came up to me and snuggled a bit.

"I'm marrying farmer Jack here. So yes."

"Well, Grandpa is showing me the ropes, we trust, but yes we have decided to run the family farm. I'm hoping to be able to get some help from you now and again Ben."

Well, that got Jan even more excited.

"I think you two need Girl time. Sophie has just had me for months."

They peeled off and occupied a couch against the wall of the verandah.

"I would take you on a tour of the farm, but I've not had one myself yet."

"My fault, I'm having an operation tomorrow or at least going into the hospital in preparation for it. Bloody hope I don't die on you, Jack. It would be a bit of a nightmare sorting what I'm doing without me."

"Don't joke about it, Gramps."

"I hope, I'm not serious, but still I have some computer access and stuff to set up for you in the morning before I go in. So maybe no sex in the morning, you'll need a sharp head."

I could see Ben was shocked.

"My parents are supportive of us but begrudgingly. My Grandparents don't know. They think we just run our farm as partners." Ben explained. "This is refreshing."

"Well then you two, while here it's okay to loosen up. God knows it's hard enough out there to watch yourself every step of the way. This is our haven. I trust you to protect it."

"That I get Gus, I'm going to value our friendship with Jack and Sophie, we won't do anything to jeopardise that. They are the first sibling partners we have met."

The twins were busy cooking and Debbie carried in and out various nibbles. All too soon the meat was cooked and we settled in for a typical Aussie Barbie.

Grandpa called us to order and toasted our return. Then added.

"To the new farm managers, Jack and Sophie, may they not do too much damage while they learn."

Everyone laughs.

"Really", said Ben.

"Well, it was either us or Betsy the cow would need to milk herself."

"That reminds me," Debbie added. "Sophie and Jack, six am milking duties, you have to learn very soon I'm going back to Melbourne once Dad is out of the hospital."

"Wow steep learning curve." Dave chipped in.

Ben and I chatted some more and once the mains were done Mum spoke up.

"Can I suggest we gather in the lounge to hear Jack and Sophie's story and we break for dessert halfway?"

Sophie and I had not planned how we would do this. She looked at me.

"We just wing it," I suggested.

"I think a little bit of background is needed for Ben and Jan, re our being separated." I started.

Sophie took up the story without the sordid details of the causes.

"Because of a separation situation, I was separated from Jack when I was born. Well within three months. I grew up not knowing I had a brother......."

Sophie and I had fun telling our story with each of us cutting in and adding commentary and banter. Because of time, we didn't go into the detail we would later write down. We were inspired by Grandpa's story to do this with the detail that is contained in our Journey to Love.

Jan added the story of Sophie nearly drowning at Wagga Beach.

We spent a little time telling them about the bikini revolution. Jan was pleased she talked Sophie into buying that one.

We got ribbed about failing to hide our rings.

We took a break for dessert at the point of my proposal.

Everyone had questions, and the atmosphere was charged with excitement.

"I can't believe you waited till you proposed before you consummated things," Rob said. "Let's get back I want to hear more details."

So we gathered for the final weeks until we got the emergency call. We were praised for the smart thinking regarding purchasing a van for Daisy.

Grandpa needed to get to bed. I apologised for no photos, but promised I would send some around. Then Ben, Jan, Sophie and I sat around the kitchen table and had coffee while the others went to bed.

We chatted and answered questions. Finally, we made arrangements for us to visit their farm the following weekend. We talked about dates for the wedding, but figured that with Christmas coming maybe either New Year's Day or Australia Day.

"It will depend a bit on the Canowindra mob. But let's keep both free just in case." I suggested.

"Well, we need to get moving?" Ben being the sensible one.

"Once our family go back to Melbourne, you will be able to stay the night. I think all the beds are taken at the moment."

"That's fine, next time. Thanks, guys," Jan said. "This is going to be so good having you down the road."

We ushered our guests to their car and had hugs all around.

"Well big brother, if we are milking cows in the morning I need to get practice on milking my stud bull tonight Jack."

"True also Grandpa wants me brain fresh in the morning for passwords and things. I think you should have equal access for that as well, so let's fry our brains with love drugs now."

We turned off the lights and made our way to the bathroom where, in a way, our romance started.

"I remember you getting hard that first night we cleaned our teeth."

"I was checking out your tits poking through Pikachu."

"Let's replay that moment. I'll go put Pikachu on."

"Fuck yes."

"I popped back into the bedroom and put on my boxers, I think they were the same ones."

I was back in the bathroom and started to get my toothpaste ready.

"Mind if I join you?" My Sister giggled.

She was so hot. I can't believe that moment. I watched her in the mirror and tried to recall my feelings. Her nipples got hard and so did I.

We were checking each other out once again.

"I think this is where I fell in love with you. I didn't know it at the time, but it wasn't the hard nipples. It was your cute smile and our giggles and knowing we were both doing the same thing, checking out our sibling for the first time."

"Yes, Jack it was honest checking out. Then you spat in my ear."

"No Sophie, you minx, you spat in mine."

"Opps yes I did too, but you tickled me."

"And you got me harder. But I know it was the relationship smitten thing, as I didn't notice my growing hard."

"Fuck, you were hard. I noticed. I thought it sweet you didn't think to cover up, because you were engrossed in me. It was the first time a boy had gotten hard for me."

"I doubt it."

"Well no one had seen me so undressed to that point, so I'm claiming it."

Sophie moved to me. "I really wanted to do this."

She put her hand on my hard-on.

"I went back to the room and wanked, but this time can I fuck you right here in front of the mirror?"

"Yes, please."

I moved behind her and feasted on her body as my hands wandered to the front of the T to tweak her hard nubs. I kissed the side of her neck, then her ear and put my tongue in her ear in a sloppy lick.

"Payback," I whispered.

She ground back on my hard cock. We looked into the mirror and made love with our eyes while our hands sought the genitals of our sibling. I pushed my sister forward and exposed her bottom. My hands delighted in her flesh. Sophie pushed my boxers down and they fell to the floor.

Looking at her eyes I lined myself up and very slowly entered my sister's warm wet lips. My hands found Pikachu and I tweaked her nipples.

As I slowly fucked her, I was aware her clit was bouncing on the edge of the vanity. I used my hands to make sure that with each stroke I was able to rub her on the curved bench top.

Within minutes this brought her to a climax which we both enjoyed observing in the mirror.

" Fuck Jack that was good. Now please cum in me."

I pulled out and lifted my sister onto the vanity and we kissed again as I slowly entered her sex. This time it was my balls that slapped on the cool surface of the curve.

I watched us in the mirror as I began to pound harder. I crooked a leg over my arm and we both could see my hardness thrusting in and out.

"Look Jack you are creaming me."

She put a hand down to wipe some bubbly girl cum from my cock.

"You are foaming me up, Jack."

Then she fed this to my mouth.

"Fuck!" I increased my pace creating more. I took some and fed it to her and she sucked my fingers as I did hers. That did it, it was so erotic I came hard and deep. My fingers had found her clit, which was dragging on my penis, and she came hard. Spraying us both with her cum.

As our passions decreased we looked into each other's eyes.

"Wow, it just gets better." Sophie gasped.

"Please I hope we are still doing this at Grandpa's age."

"I hope you can carry me to the shower at that age."

She wrapped her legs around me.

"Giddy-up horsey." She clung to my neck and dug a heel into my bum.

I had to be careful I didn't slip on her juices that covered the floor, but I managed to get her to the shower. I turned on the cold over both of us.

The cold blast hit my sister. With the cold and the movement, she actually came again on me. Not as intense, but I could feel her vagina grip me as it spasmed.

Finished, I put her down and slowly added warm water. It wasn't chill cold as the water had to pass some distance through the warm earth around the house. But experience said it would not stay that way for long, so my timing was good. We finished with a steaming hot shower and plenty of soap.

"I want to go to bed wearing Pikachu tonight. Put on your boxers."

"It will be the first time for ages darling."

"I know."

..........

Sophie

............

It was lucky we did sleep in these clothes as Mum woke us up at five thirty in the morning.

"So cute, just like you as Babies. Stay there I'm getting a photo."

I looked at Jack's sleeping form. He was sporting morning wood. We find we often go back to the heart position of sleep we did as kids.

"Morning Mum, I'm glad you think we are cute but shit you could have walked in on anything."

I ruffled Jack's hair and whispered, "Wake up Jack, Mum is in the room."

Groans

"Can you leave so I can do this properly, Mum?"

"Oh sorry, milking in the dairy in twenty-five minutes."

The door clicked shut.

"Jack, I rolled him over, Mum can see your hard on it's sticking out of your fly."

"What?" He bolted straight upright covering his groin.

"Just joking. BIG brother. She has gone. And no you weren't sticking out but it got you awake."

"Sophie, I would tickle you but then you would win and I'm busting."

This time he bolted for the door. I got up and tied my hair back. I had heard cows can shit on you when you milk them. When he got back, I also went and splashed my face after splashing the porcelain. I came back to find Jack pulling on old trousers and an old T-shirt.

"Well, we might as well get used to it. I hope we can use all the milk once the family go. I think Betsy will produce more than we can drink."

"We might have to get into cheese like that Coolamon factory we visited, Sophie."

"I think we might be biting off more than we can chew," Jack.

We continued chatting as we walked to the dairy.

"I definitely need some training, Soph. Maybe I could go to Agg school. Ben went to Charles Sturt Uni in Wagga and Albury."

"Great idea, but maybe part-time, lots of practical stuff to lead the theory here. Maybe I should do it too, enrol together."

"Why not?"

"Ah, Betsy is waiting."

Mum greeted us.

"Good to see you two cheerful on a cold morning. I hope you can cut it when you get to winter."

Betsy was a beautiful Jersey cow with a lovely golden coat. Her calf was much bigger than when we saw her in October, she was waiting in the paddock next to the dairy.

"What you don't take, the calf will, but remember the less you milk the less she will make and eventually she will dry up. Dandelion there is almost at weaning herself."

"The calf is Dandelion?" Jack asked. "Lucky Daisy was named after her grandmother. I think it could have been more embarrassing to call a car that."

Mum laughed and went about teaching us how to prepare for the milking and locking Betsy into the stall.

"She'll come in alright if you put the sweet lucern hay in for her, she also likes beer hops excess."

"We brew beer?" Jack said hopeful.

"You will have to ask Grandpa. He did have a microbrewery at one time."

"So many things to ask Grandpa, shit I hope he is here for years to come, Mum."

"He's a tough old bugger, I think you're safe for a bit."

I volunteered to start first. Jack went up to get to know Betsy, giving her a scratch while she ate. I felt Betsy relax a bit, but I was hopeless. Well, I got some milk, but not the swish swish swish in the pan you hear when I watched videos. More the dribble I get from Jack when I milk the last of his love juices.

"I'm not very good Mum, but I'm not giving up."

Mum demonstrated again and I got a swish every now and again. I couldn't get Jack out of my mind though. Fuck. I think I was producing more juice than this cow.

Jack was kind and encouraging, but had a glint of amused laughter behind his eyes.

"Well, I'd like to see you do better Jack, get down here," I said grumpily.

I looked at Mum and grabbed my brother's cock as he went to sit.

"The last thing I milked was this Mum," and I gave him a squeeze.

Jack went red. Mum laughed. It should have thrown Jack off but he talked to Betsy, rested his head on her flank, then I heard the swish, swish, swish into the bucket.

"What the fuck, Jack?" I leant down to look. I saw his hands masterfully drawing the milk out. I thought of his hands on my udders, fuck. Too much.

"Where the hell did you learn that, fuck!"

"You forgot, I was farmed out to farms. Milking the cows was my solace, particularly on places I didn't feel comfortable in or fit. I could come to the Dairy and pour out my troubles to the cows. Plus I got to have fresh milk.

Jack tilted his hand and squirted some into his mouth.

"Can I have some?"

"Sure bob down."

Jack the bastard, gave me both barrels all over my face. Mum was in fits of laughter. Jack continued milking like nothing had happened. I was dripping milk.

"Jack I think you'll pass. That was so good," Mum said.

"Perhaps I'll get you both back one day," I said trying to wipe milk from my eyes.

"Now both of you, don't change having fun, I love that you two are this comfortable with each other."

We took the buckets into the dairy and Jack washed down the cow. He had the hose, so I didn't dare disturb him. He released Betsy and then washed her shit down the drain hole.

"Where does that go?" I asked Mum.

"We have a biodigester that generates gas. We use it to warm the sheds when it's needed. It was going in the board room yesterday."

"So really serious environmentally friendly."

"Jack, I assume after watching you, you know what this is and how to use it," Mum said pointing at a round contraption.

"Yes Mum, I noticed you like your milk full cream non-homogenised, but Jersey milk is very rich."

"We don't need more milk in the house at the moment, so how about you do a full separation of the cream?"

The contraption was a cream separator using centrifugal forces.

"This one is much more modern than I'm used to. I normally had to crank a handle. Mum, keep an eye on me so I don't do a miss-step?" Jack asked.

Soon we had cream. The machine even had a setting to gauge the fat content.

"Can I have some light milk? I think this stuff will put on weight so fast."

"What percentage of Fat?" Mum asked.

"No more than two but maybe one."

"That's not milk," Jack said, "that's why bother water."

"That is skinny. See this setting here Jack, just dial the number. Notice it reads five and a half per cent at the moment. That's what she is producing. Grandpa has written software to record that, it will give the computer that number when you start."

"Seriously."

"Seriously, Dad is perhaps the best computer program designer in the county. You think he wouldn't do that all around this farm?"

Jack started the machine and soon the forty litres we took from Betsy were turned to cream and a light milk. The milk went straight into a machine and came out chilled into an old-school milk container. The cream was very thick and again came out chilled. It made just over a litre in a smaller jug.

"Excellent, well done Jack."

"I didn't do anything, but how do we clean this?"

"It's a button first. That blue one." Steam went everywhere and piping hot water cleaned the machine. At the end though there was still some manual disassembling and rinsing in sterilising fluid.

"We leave that there to air dry and reassemble it at the afternoon milking. We tend to do separating in the morning for that reason."

"All this modern equipment but still you hand milk?" I asked

"We only have one cow, give us a break Sophie. Far too much cleaning to go that way. We don't sell it, so we are all clear for regulations as well."

"I think we had better find Grandpa to do some passwords." Jack directed us to our next task.

"Breakfast first you two. Grandpa can wait."

"Fresh bread, cream and Jam?" I asked.

"And Coffee.", Jack added

"You need to learn that machine, I'm not doing it everyday for you, Sophie."

"Fair point."

We all met around the kitchen table for breakfast. The twins were up and sorting dishes from the dishwasher.

Grandpa was chipper, but I could tell he was nervous. I cuddled him and let him know we were feeling for him at the moment. But without words.

Finally, he took us both to the computer room. Behind an air conditioning unit toward the back was another control panel. Grandpa put his finger on it and looked in a camera. A computer on the back wall swung open like a door to reveal more steps. The light went on automatically.

"You can probably tell I enjoyed setting this up. Very James Bond."

He led us down the stairs and we were met with a much more modern computer set-up. Plus another doorway with a downstairs.

"Seriously, this is awesome," Jack said.

"Well before we go down there we need to set up your access. Both of you will have complete access, no point in one of you having it and the other needs to carry you down to escape."

"So seriously serious, like an escape system," I said.

"One I hope no one will need to use."

We spent twenty minutes recording retina details and our fingerprints on scanners.

"What if they cut my finger off? Jack asked.

"It has a blood oxygen reader, plus a heart rate system. It will know if you're not living."

Then Grandpa put in the admin details for access and shut down the access screen.

"Dave knows how to set this up, he will train you when you have time."

That done Grandpa asked me to try it on another panel in the room. Another secret door opened.

"Good, yours worked Sophie, Jack can try the next one."

We walked into a corridor leading slightly down. Maybe a hundred paces on my right was another panel.

"Jack this one is yours."

It opened for Jack. It opened up a sliding panel to reveal a medical facility.

"It's basically for first aid but has a full pharmacy if needed. Each station also has a full supply of food rations."

"So is this a nuclear fallout facility?" Jack asked.

"Not really, it might help for a month but no, not a fallout space. In the southern hemisphere, that danger is less critical."

"It reminds me of the tunnels of Gaza, what is left of them, or Viet Cong tunnels," Jack commented.

"Yes but with luxury wall linings and power."

"We met a wonderful woman in Canowindra who kept her brother alive in tunnels before escaping to Australia on a boat," I added.

"I feel there is more to that story but maybe save it for later." Grandpa said. "Grab me that wheelchair, we have a way to go yet."

Jack grabbed the chair and we wheeled back into the corridor. The door closed behind us.

"Yes," Grandpa chuckled "it knows when no one is inside and shuts automatically."

We continued to a junction.

"That one goes to the board room, about fifteen paces further down is another door leading to a bush bolt hole. I'll leave that for you to explore later."

"It's a bit like Stalag 13. Hogans Hero's fun." Jack was really into this.

"Good for making surprise appearances also, but play that trick on family only," Grandpa warned.

"Good for lovemaking," I suggested.

"True, but remember security cameras will record your activities. Your Mum and your Uncles can access that in Melbourne."

"I don't mind being watched," I giggled.

"Just another warning. In the board room, the whole table and things on it descend into the tunnel. In case we are all together with important documents open. Near it in the tunnel is a documents archive and most of our security and investment facilities are housed there. That room has extra security. A false floor will cover the table's position and reveal a basically empty room. The panel is on the table."

We continued down the corridor a good while and it was a dead end. The panel on the wall opened yet another room and we were up under the house. We progressed back into the wine cellar.

"I figure a person who knows no better will get distracted by the alcohol and search no more. If we are lucky get drunk and be easy to round up."

Back around the kitchen table, the twins were drinking coffee.

"Are you surprised?" Dave asked.

"Stunned more like," Jack affirmed.

"It's a bit James Bond, I know," Rob added. "But Dad is right with great money comes big risk. We try to live a normal life outside."

"Pay for rich experiences, not Gold Toilets. Much more rewarding." Dave laughed.

"Have you packed your bag for the hospital Dad?" Mum asked.

"It's in the hallway."

"Well let's go. The twins have things to show you both."

We sat down and Jack and I asked a thousand questions.

"Remember Mum's story about the cave?"

We nod.

"Well after lunch, we will take you there."

We had a rest for an hour just cuddling in the lounge room.

"It's a lot to take in," I commented hugging my brother.

"We need a to-do list."

"Like who do we invite to the wedding?"

"I think we should make it siblings only."

"Yes but maybe Gerry and Gillian's parents as well. I would love to do some ballooning here." I added.

"And Melissa and Ted from Cumnock. They are cousins so will respect what is happening. I wouldn't mind providing relief for siblings like they do."

"Maybe not in the main compound here but nearby. It might push our security," I said.

"We need to make some phone calls, but maybe after Grandpa has made it through the surgery."

Rob called us in for lunch, which consisted of leftover salads, luncheon meats and fruit.

Dave disappeared and came back with a four-wheeler. We all climbed on and off we headed toward the scrub.

"Are we going to the cave?"

"Guessed it in one Sophie," Rob answered. "Just make sure you keep an eye on how we get there."

"It wasn't difficult but the last part meant walking."

"We won't spend long here, as I need to show you a few things, but I suggest you both come back in the morning for some alone time."

"You mean Sex, Dave?"

"I'm not saying, just suggesting, but the cave is rather partial to intimacy." We scrambled through the bush and came upon the entrance.

Dave turned on a lantern.

"We cleaned it up a bit for you. Refreshed supplies."

Rob got dramatic. "We hereby declare that this is now your haven. The three musketeers hand it to your keeping."

"That means we won't use it again it's exclusively yours. Mum and Dad always respected our right to a private space."

"Let me show you to the lookout." Dave took the lead.

Again we scrambled through old paths up to the rock ledge above the cave. From there we could see all the way to Albury in the very distance.

"Sophie, there's the pool." Jack pointed.

"Well spotted, as it has no water at the moment." Dave pointed out a path to the North to take to get there. We went back down to the four-wheeler.

"One last security thing."

We travelled two hundred meters further on. This track goes on to the other side of the range, it's a great vehicle escape route. I suggest going for rides until you know this reserve like the back of your hand. We had to do it on pushbikes and on foot.

He pulled up at an old gun tree. Around the back of the truck was a small round hole, it looked like a tiny animal nest.

"Look in the hole with your dominant eye."

Jack did. There was a whir. Near the tree was a rock face. Slowly it opened up. There stood a tunnel.

"It's the only one that does not have a finger panel. We decided it was safer not to have one here. If someone else looks in the hole nothing will happen. Obviously, you can get back to the house this way but avoid doing it if necessary. There are bikes inside, which are escape bikes and two four-wheelers."

We went in. Dave showed us where they were. Rob stood outside on the very off chance someone came along the track.

"Needless to say this is a state reserve but no authority knows this is here. We don't take the vehicles outside to test them and keep them maintained. We do that in the tunnel at this end. It maintains the secrecy of the camouflage."

We went back out. The sensors closed the tunnel once again, knowing no one was inside.

"It will lock for thirty minutes so don't leave anything inside."

Rob checked the seal and camouflage. Satisfied we headed back to the homestead. Mum was waiting for us when we arrived.

"The surgery is happening tomorrow morning early."

"You have an appointment with the lawyer in the board room now. Feel free to read the fine print, but we all have already. I suggest you sign and read your copies later. We can adjust anything you're not happy with."

So we did sign. At the end we were millionaires. We were issued new bank accounts and a Black Visa card each. A bank manager actually came in toward the end to deal with the banking. Suddenly we were very important customers. Our accountant and lawyers had already authorised the issue, as they were in essence company cards but linked to our personal accounts.

We were able to create access on our phones and check balances. We were staggered. They suggested we keep using our ordinary cards for transactions locally. The Black cards do draw attention. With those we could buy a Rolls Royce if we wanted to. No questions asked. But verification was tight.

Again the advice was to do nothing for a few months just to let the emotions settle. Perhaps we could plan an exclusive honeymoon though. Our Uncles were probably best to get advice on those.

By the end of this session we were exhausted. From our brains exploding with the knowledge of our last few days and the wealth we now shared.

"I think I miss the simple life already Jack."

"I know what you mean. Can we commit to keeping it simple?"

"Yes please. I give you permission to let me know if I am going over the top and making it complicated."

"For me too. That said let's just watch a movie after tea. I need some escapism."

"And I want innocent Sister cuddles."

That's what we did. We watched 'She's the Man'

and snuggled. In bed we didn't make love. We decided that we might leave that for tomorrow when the waiting for Grandpa's results would be stressful. We planned on some Cave time.

"I love you, Sophie," Jack said as we drifted off to sleep.

"I love you, Jack."

...........

Author's notes for future work.

One of my loyal followers suggested I not write any short stories or other stories until I finish all these. The problem is I'm getting bored and need to be fresher as a writer. Particularly as we have just finished all the background and technical stuff.

For those still reading I know this is important to you. The next JTL story will include the wedding. I want to concentrate on the couples that are invited to the wedding next. But I will probably take a long break from the series after those. I never intended the story to go this long. Time will tell if I have the energy to return to it post the wedding.

So I am working on other short stories and the new novel will take time. This will be written over a longer time and released altogether. Who knows it might take a year to complete. I'm excited though and it will be another long slow burn sibling story. Two chapters are complete already. But you will get other stories in the mean Time.

I am also having fun writing shorter pieces that explore concepts and styles. This helps me as a writer. The big problem is that Journey to Love now has only a very limited but loyal group still reading it. These other short stories are bringing in new followers and plenty of audience. Many of these are now also reading the JTL. So please enjoy these side stories for what they are.

Thanks for your support.