Pink Pt. 03 - Wish You Were Here

This is a purely fictional (rewrite of my very first) story based around a well-publicised, historical social event—Live Aid. For those looking for true facts and reality, please move on. All people engaging in sexual activity are 18 or over.

It changes perspective—be warned.

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Wish You Were Here

Adam Chambers

My father's funeral had been a huge affair, having all the royalty of popular music from the 1970s to the present day in January 2005. The most surprising attendee was not the Elton Johns, the surviving members of Queen, or the Stings of the world, but Chloe's ex-husband, Matt, who looked distraught. As we followed the hearse, he and his son, who bore my father's name, flanked my sister, along with the members of her band, in a show of unity and support. Would they get back together? Who knows?

I was still struggling with the revelation that the dream I'd had about her all those years ago might not have been 100% my imagination. I wasn't angry, as such, but the news of our father's sudden death from a massive heart attack immediately after made further information impossible to obtain.

How do you even approach that conversation? "Hey sis, sorry about Dad, but nearly 20 years ago I dreamt you fucked me... Did you really?"

I buried it along with my father that day, as the cold, damp earth scattered over the mahogany coffin lid. I needed to be there for my family.

Approaching my sister and her dysfunctional family, I could hear her ask Matt if he was coming back to the house. He declined, citing the need to return to the USA for business. 'Matt-Twatt strikes again,' I thought, hugging young Charlie as I did. I had small talk with Matt; he told me he was heading to the airport soon and had just landed that morning. The gesture was nice, I guess. He hugged young Charlie (I guess he's just plain Charlie now that my father has passed) and put his finger and thumb to his ear, mimicking a phone, saying, "Anytime, day or night, Champ," to my nephew. But then he did something I wasn't expecting, as instead of opting for our traditional handshake, he pulled me in for the full 'man hug' and said into my ear, "You're a good man, Adam. They need you more than you know. You're the man of the family now." Then he hugged his ex-wife and told her he loved her, which I found peculiar, and then he was off.

Now, stepping towards my sister, she looked at me from beneath her black, veiled funeral hat, and without saying a word, I took her into my arms. Being almost a foot taller than her, I always have to lean down to hug her as she encircled my torso with her small arms. She had never seemed smaller as her face was pressed into my chest through my thick, knee-length overcoat. Immediately any stupid obsessions about a dream were banished to the back of my mind. Especially as when we broke our embrace, I noted the distinct smell of alcohol on her breath. I just wish I had scooped her up right there and taken her to my house or Mum's, but then her drummer/best friend/part-time lover, Rufus, put his arm around her, and she cried into his shoulder. I'd never felt so useless, and after that, things went quiet from my sister for some time.

The next few months had been tough for everyone. Mum was obviously devastated, having lost her first and only love at the cruelly young age of 57. Young Charlie was flying high at university. He and I chatted at least twice every week, and I continued to make a point of catching up with him for even a coffee at every opportunity. But I just couldn't bring myself to "doorstep" my sister to see how she was. I found out soon enough.

I had seen photos of Chloe in a newspaper we will call "The Daily Scum," in which she was out drinking with friends. The suggestion being that they were documenting her downfall. I'd spoken to Rufus, but as he and David were in New York, he had only spoken with her on the phone and said she seemed ok—and she wasn't answering the phone to me.

Then, on St. Valentine's Day, "BLONDIE TO ZOMBIE" was the headline, along with images of my sister with some random younger man, now splashed across the daily rag of a tabloid newspaper.

She looked awful, her dirty blond, still quite short, hair looking like she had been electrocuted. It got worse; there were blurred stills of a video on the next pages of what was allegedly my sister in bed with this guy. I only saw the one of her face with her eyes closed before I closed the newspaper and put it back on the shelf of the local shop.

"Aren't you buying that? We're not running a library," barked the shopkeeper.

"I wouldn't wipe my arse with it," I shot back.

I immediately rang Mum and told her not to buy it. I rang Charlie, and he was already driving home. But, of course, we all were beaten there by her guardian angel, Rufus. He rang me to say he'd been pre-warned about it by a contact in the media, and by the time the story broke, he had flown from New York and had convinced her she needed to go to get help. Part of me was angry that he'd done this without consulting her family, but then it wasn't about me or my family; he had taken her out of public view and gotten her to rehab, all by the time the story broke that morning.

What a fucking legend of a friend he is to my sister.

I now lived in London, as my company insisted that I spend more time actually being a director, instead of my preferred option of paying people to run it and I just drive lorries/semi-trucks. So I drove home to see Mum. As I drove, one of her band's songs came on the radio, and I was heartened to hear the DJ say they were a great group and hoped they all were well. I let Rufus know I was on my way. His UK house being quite close to Mum, by the time I got to Mum's, she was having tea with my favourite, now pink-haired, rock n roll drummer, Rufus.

He told us there was nothing anybody could've done, because he had tried to reach her too. She would be in rehabilitation for 4 months with no contact with the outside world. They were really strict, with her having everything down to her contraception pills being confiscated.

Shortly after I arrived, Charlie appeared, giving us all a big hug. We explained everything to him, and he thanked Rufus for looking out for his mom, adding, You're my favourite pink-haired person who's named after a dog, you know," bringing some light humour to the day.

I kept in touch with Charlie every day, just a text or a phone call at the least. He was clearly worried about his mum but knew she was in the best place. He had started dating a girl and was asking me for tips so he "knew to do the opposite," the little shit!

June arrived, and my sister's completion of her rehabilitation passed. I knew she was out as Rufus; Mum and Charlie told me, but she didn't contact me. Mum said she was fine, but Rufus wasn't happy. "There's something not right, mate; there's something missing, or she's keeping something bottled up," he told me in confidence, adding, "I hope we're not here again in another little while."

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As I had the contract for lots of entertainment ventures, I had heard about requests for tenders for a big concert at Hyde Park, being touted as "Live Aid 2." I wasn't in the slightest bit interested, but I knew it would be a lucrative contract to win. I put in a decent bid but wasn't successful. I thought nothing more of it, as I don't take much heed of the media anymore. Then a mate within the trucking industry rang me to tell me Pink Floyd had just been announced to play, with the classic lineup, and the concert was now called Live 8. I couldn't believe it; this was NEVER supposed to happen to Pink Floyd, as they appeared to hate each other now.

The contact went on to say that he knew of my sister's and my love for them and that she needed to smile after the few years she's had. As all tickets were now gone, he was happy to give up his 2 complimentary tickets on the provision that I delivered a load of beer to the venue about halfway through the concert. This would get us right into Hyde Park before Pink Floyd came on. I agreed instantly, insisting that my mate keep the money for doing the job.

I had a fair idea Chloe would be in London watching Wimbledon on the weekend of Live 8, so I could agree to meet her in line with that. So I rang her; having not spoken to her since before her rehab, it was a little awkward, just general chat. But we agreed to meet up while she was in London, not wanting to ruin the surprise.

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July 1st, 2005.

I had arranged to spend the weekend with my sister, her not having any plans until the Wimbledon tennis final on July 3rd. I hadn't seen her in the flesh since a few days after my father's funeral and was nervous as hell. She'd had a huge life event since then; maybe she can't be bothered with me. But over that first, tentative phone call, she had seemed happy to hear from me and, though teary, was happy to catch up. I'd asked Charlie if he wanted to take his mom, but his response of "It has a bit too much grey hair for my liking" made his feelings clear.

Chloe had never been to my new house, so we arranged for her to meet me at my work's London depot. I was again out driving trucks and loving life for at least a week, as we were crazy busy. I was running late, so I texted her to tell her to take her time, but her reply confirmed that she too was stuck in traffic and wasn't far away. She had previously told me she drove a white Mercedes SL500, so I was on the lookout for it, as one of the perks of driving a lorry is that you are much higher up and can see all around you. Surely a blonde in a white SL500 shouldn't be too hard to spot.

I was being distracted by 2 things. A guy in a BMW M3 in my mirror's blind spot, who was trying to get up the inside of my trailer to cut in in front of me. Also, I was trying not to crash into the raven-haired stunner in the black, 1970s VW Golf cabriolet, sitting just ahead of me to my right. I was really wishing the BMW guy would just fuck off, as every time my line of traffic caught up with Golf girl, I had a great view down into her car and mainly, her shapely chest, which was only obstructed by her black, shoulder-length locks. She was beautiful, with her tan and "The Fly" sunglasses. She was not thin or chubby, just enough body shape to trouble her seat belt, as it kept disappearing into the valley between her breasts, framing the treasures within her white, long-sleeved, v-neck top. I was just thinking, 'Fuck, I need to reconnect with Clara—I NEED TO GET LAID,' when the BMW guy beeped his horn. I'd had enough and got out of my cab to ask him what his fucking problem was, and as I concisely explained my situation and why I needed more room to turn than him, the lights changed and the girl in the Golf was gone forever.

I had just set off again, as the BMW guy sped off, when I received a text. As I was busy driving, I couldn't look at it just yet, so I made my way towards the depot. I stopped at traffic lights and looked at my Nokia phone to see a new text and one I had missed, both from Chloe.

Recent text: "Just here now"

Missed text: "Car trouble, running late, I'm in a Golf now."

It still didn't ring a bell, right up until I arrived at the gate of my work, where just inside the compound was a black, 1970s VW Golf cabriolet with a raven-haired, stunning woman in it. The penny dropped with a clatter that I'm sure was heard for miles around. I had just spent 10 minutes checking out my no-longer famously blond sister.

Parking up, I checked everything was in order for the pickup tomorrow—a total journey to Hyde Park of about an hour and a half. Security passes and complimentary tickets are all in place. All systems go.

She followed me back to the house, and we didn't hug upon arrival. Due, in no small part, to how she looked. She still looked about 10 years younger than her 39 (almost 40) years. She had her jet-black hair straightened down to her shoulders, where it met the jacket of her peach-coloured trouser suit, with the white top that had caught my eye earlier nestling underneath the jacket, and what looked like high-heeled sandals that looked fucking impossible to walk in.

"Fucking hell, you're a sight for sore eyes," she smiled as she took in my dusty, filthy coverall clothes.

"You're looking great; you suit the new hair," I said, immediately regretting it, as it might actually not be real, following the last time I saw her.

"Thanks! And more importantly, it's all mine apart from a few extensions here and there!" She beamed before asking, "No Clara?"

"Oh, we're not really exclusive. I've not actually seen her in about 3 months," I winced. In actual fact, I'd been too consumed with thoughts of Chloe's well-being to even consider Clara. Or was it just, like always, thoughts of my sister and that night long ago?

"Shame, she was crazy. I liked her, bro," she reminisced about that night in Lanzarote, before the news of Dad had dropped.

"Too crazy. We're nearly 40, sister dear. I can't keep up with that; she was crazy in bed...."

"TMI... TMI," she cried, putting her fingers in her ears and laughing before adding, "Don't knock it; yours truly is like a nun by choice these days. Fuck that for ending up in the newspapers," she said, putting her hands on either side of her head, framing her face.

More importantly, her reference to the pictures in the newspaper IMMEDIATELY threw me a lifeline about addressing the elephant in the room.

I showed her to her room for the weekend, which was one I had never slept in or even sat in. My new house was massive and had a hot tub, a state-of-the-art kitchen, and a pizza oven and barbecue, and I had used none of it!! I went back to my room to change into a clean shirt and a pair of shorts before returning to find her inspecting my kitchen.

"Do you know how much your oven is worth?"

"No idea; I've only used it twice."

"I'll put it this way: I have the same one in my new restaurant I'm opening soon. What about the pizza oven? The barbecue...?" She stopped, seeing me shaking my head.

"ADAAAM!" she exclaimed, appalled at my expensive appliances going to waste, before offering, "I'll cook us something nice. Like pizza? I'm guessing I have to go buy ingredients... ok," she said as I nodded 'yes.'

So off she went to the supermarket while I prepared the pizza oven (on her instructions, of course) and then took the time to have a shower before she returned.

"Hi, little brother, I got you some beer I know you like too. Just because I'm a raving maniac on alcohol doesn't mean you must suffer," she announced.

"Don't say things like that about yourself." I replied. "You were quite unwell.

"Oh, I know. I'm not making light of it, but I have to laugh at it, or I'd cry all the time," she pondered, looking into my kitchen sink.

"Chloe, I must ask. Are you well, I mean, within yourself? You seem very much in your groove."

"Yeah, someone said the rule of thumb is that the brain can handle 4 or 5 traumas ok. And I had so many more that I just 'checked out' and checked into alcohol."

"You're a phenomenal person, you know. I'm very proud of you for battling your demons," I softly said as I finally hugged my sister, now with tears running down her face.

"Oh, stop saying nice things to me; my mascara is everywhere!" She sighed before nervously asking, "Did you see the pictures, Adam?"

"I saw the front page; I don't need to see anymore." I firmly stated.

"Thank you. You know David and Rufus had their mates buying them all up and burning them," she sniffed.

"He loves you very much. He really is your guardian angel," I gushed as she nodded, wiping her eyes with a tissue. "Overrated drummer, mind you," I laughed, bringing a much-needed smile to her pretty face and bringing out her dimples

"Right, go sit. Your sister is making you pizza," she said, whilst handing me a beer and telling me to go watch TV.

The pizza was like something delivered fresh from Naples, and she made 2 extra ones, just in case I fancied more or wanted to freeze them. “They'll do us tomorrow evening when we're watching Live 8 on TV," I teased, still not telling her we're actually going to the Hyde Park concert.

"Imagine, my Pink Floyd was playing down the road, and I was too busy being in rehab to get tickets. It would only be an anticlimax anyway. No way they'll be as good as I remember them."

I was shaking as I reached into my pocket to get the complimentary tickets. What if it was too much for her? What if Pink Floyd were awful? What if... And then I just did it. Walking up to her, I took my hand out of my pocket, put the tickets into her hands, and said, "You'll not be wanting these then?"

Taking a ticket in each hand, she scanned one and then the other. After what seemed like an age, she exclaimed, "How did you get these, Adam? My management, Gordon's people, couldn't even get me a ticket.

"Gordon doesn't drive a lorry," I shrugged.

"No, really, Adam. What have you done?"

I was now seriously worried. She seemed genuinely shell-shocked and hadn't looked up from the tickets since I placed them in her hands.

"A friend and business rival knew you were my sister, and having heard your story from his daughter, wanted me to have these. He's also getting out of doing a booze run to Hyde Park tomorrow as part of the deal. You're going to be a truck driver's apprentice tomorrow too."

"I c... can't believe you did this," she breathed, prizing her teary eyes from the tickets as she set them on the countertopbefore crossing the kitchen to me. I engulfed her in my arms. She wasn't crying; she just silently pressed herself against me as I embraced her and inhaled as much of her rose-petal, vanilla, and citrus smell as I could. After about 5 minutes, she spoke, "Thank you, bestest brother. I don't deserve a brother like you. I can't believe this," she repeated softly.

"You had to go see them, Chloe. You've loved them forever! Dad would haunt us if we didn't go," I grinned, bringing a smile to her face.

"Thank you, Adam. Truly from the bottom of my heart. Nobody has ever done anything like this for me. I don't deserve you."

"It's ok. I love you, Big Sister."

She hugged me again and, looking quite distant, said, "It's been quite a day. Can I shower before bed?"

I showed her where the shower and towels were, assuring her that she could take her time as I could get ready for bed in my en-suite.

"Thank you again for all this," she said, hugging me so tight I couldn't help but do a double take as I realised the breasts of the hot woman in the VW Golf I had ogled earlier were now pressed tightly against my tummy. More importantly, they were about to be naked in my bathroom! I immediately chastised myself internally and squeezed her tightly before we separated. "I don't deserve you," she breathed with a faraway look as she let go of my hand and headed for the bathroom.

I stepped out of my jeans and showered in my en suite, then put on some shorts. Then I rang a mate to see what would be the best way into the concert. Then, I went to let my dogs out before bed and locked everything up, making sure Chloe's car was secured. And then I went to bed. No dreams, no making love to my sister like in the stories on that website I'd stumbled across. I had the best night's sleep in ages, knowing my sister was safely in the room, just a few feet away.

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July 2nd, 2005

I woke to the smell of bacon cooking and a soft knocking on my door.

"Breakfast for my hero," she chimed, setting down my full English breakfast as I sat up, immediately realising I was only wearing shorts and tucked the blankets in, just in case of my softening morning wood being spotted.

"Thanks! You really shouldn't have; I'd have taken you out for breakfast," I said, before asking, "Aren't you eating too?"

"Oh, yeah. Mine is just ready. I'll go eat out here and leave you in peace."

"Not at all. I'll put some clothes on and join you in the kitchen.

She offered to take my breakfast tray in for me, and I agreed as she walked back to me from the door in her button-up pyjama top and bottom. Lack of bounce suggested that her bra was very much in situ beneath the silken top. Nonetheless, I was most enlightened when she leaned down to pick up my tray, and the button-up top gaped just low enough that I got a look at the top of her impressive cleavage. I was no David at guessing bra sizes, but on her small frame, these looked massive; I'd say not much smaller than a handful than Clara and her 32D assets.

'Her bum wiggling as she left wasn't too bad either,' I silently thought to myself before, again, admonishing myself at my impure thoughts.

We ate, largely in silence. She again asked me about crazy Clara and was not too happy at my lack of interest in the subject. "Take each opportunity to be happy, she advised."

"But was I happy? I'm not even sure I love her in that way... or just love her tits!"

"ADAM! Such a man," she scolded.

"THANKS!" I shot back.

Shaking her head, she went back to eating breakfast.

"I'm really quite fond of her; it just didn't feel right... a bit like you and Matt," I suggested before her demeanour changed and she stated, "No, that's different," with no further information.

She went to the local mall to buy some clothes for the day, as what she'd brought was the wrong look, apparently. She was also worried about being noticed. Upon her return, I said I wanted to take my dogs for a walk before we go and that she was welcome to come too. There's a lovely old mill nearby, and she liked the sound of it, so we got my two German Shepherds ready and set off. Chloe had decided to try out her "I'm not Chloe Chambers" look, wearing a top that didn't quite cover her tummy, with a tracksuit top over it, sunglasses, and black hair covered with a baseball cap. Given that the world thought she was blond, I thought it was overkill.

"Going to Disneyland?" I teased.

"Oh, shut up. They'd not let me in after the few months I've had!" She replied, laughing so hard she had to hold her chest.

We walked and chatted about Mum and Dad's passing, along with other things not of any importance. It was just a lovely way to spend a late morning-early afternoon. As we walked, there was a group of teenage girls headed towards us, and I had just thought to myself, 'Shit! I think they know who she is,' when two of them turned and came back over to us. I feared they were going to say something nasty to her, so I put myself between them when one young girl said, "Are you Chloe Chambers?"

My sister nodded from under her baseball cap.

"I'm Jenna. I just want you to know I think you're amazing. I don't want an autograph or anything. Just to say thank you."

"Thank you," said my astonished sister, before giving the girls a hug before bidding goodbye.

Shortly afterwards, an older couple was walking towards them. The well-dressed, well-spoken lady leaned in towards Chloe and said, "Don't let any of those bastards get to you, love. Fuck them; they're just jealous of you."

"Thank you, I'm all good now," smiled my embarrassed sister.

I put my arm around her and pulled her close to my side, my hand resting on her waist as I asked, "What's it like being as popular as the Queen?"

"That was lovely. But it's awful, Adam. You know they've probably seen me naked!?"

She smiled and put her hand on top of mine, gripping it with her fingers as we walked back to my house. Try as I might, I couldn't ignore the fact that my left hand was frequently nudging up, just catching the underside of her boob. She didn't seem to mind.

"Naked, you say? Where can I see this?" I teased.

"I'm serious," she said, giggling, adding, "You're the only man in the country who hasn't seen my boobs this year."

"Just for clarity, I've not seen them any year," I confirmed and laughed as we rounded the bend back to my house.

"Y-yeah," Chloe said, before we went into the house.

Live 8

The pickup at the brewery was bang on time, barriers were moved to let us into Hyde Park, and we were all but done before 6 o'clock. After hooking up to the empty tanker I was taking home, I parked up and locked my truck, and we made our way towards the noise. And what a noise! I immediately discovered that I didn't like Ms. Dynamite. "She's a bit more of a damp firework than Dynamite," my sibling said. I enjoyed Keane, Snow Patrol, and Velvet Revolver, and of course, Sting. But as the night got cooler, it was finally time for why we came.

In the night air, I was lovingly looking at my sister as she stood in front of me waiting for her heroes, her wildest dream come true. I put my hands on her shoulders and asked if she was ok, to which she turned and smiled before reaching up and taking my hands in hers and squeezing them ever tighter when the opening chords of Breathe were eventually born into the night.

Swaying back and forth, she was in true heavenly bliss. It was beautiful to watch as the hits went past in that twenty-minute slot. Waters stepped up to the microphone and said something about doing this for everyone who wasn't there, and knowing what song was coming, I encircled my arms around my sister as Wish You Were Here began.

She moved back against me, bringing her ass into contact with my crotch due to the high-heeled boots she had on. She also brought my hands down to her waist and held them there as we both sang along, word for word, as Gilmore belted out, "Did you exchange a walk-on part in a war for a lead role in a cage?"

Turning in my arms, we gazed into each other's souls as we both sang at the top of our voices to our dad, "How I wish, how I wish you were here...," before Chloe turned again to watch the band.

I knew what the last song would be. Chloe was standing just to my left, so I took her hand in mine, and as the opening chords of Comfortably Numb resonated through the night, she gripped me oh so tight.

As Gilmore's voice began, "There is no pain; you are receding." Chloe turned into me, squeezing me in a tight, full-body hug as my hands went back to her waist to find that this time, with her hands stretching around my neck, pulling her top up as a result, where there had previously been clothing now was a bare back. Then, as the song went into the first guitar solo, she turned her back to me to watch the band, and with my hands still on her waist, now around the front, she fell back against me, which ran my hands right up under her top. I immediately felt the tops of both hands brushing the soft warmth of what was very clearly the underside of naked breasts.

'SHE'S NOT WEARING A BRA,' I screamed internally, and went to move my hands down. Soft, small hands grasped mine as my sister, who was still singing along to every word, slid our hands back under her top and back to just lightly touching her tits.

"When I was a child, I caught a fleeting glimpse,

Out of the corner of my eye," sang Gilmore as more and more soft woman-flesh rubbed my hands.

She turned again to face me, my fingers now circling her bare back. And as Gilmore brought Comfortably Numb to its lyrical conclusion with, "I turned to look, but it was gone. I cannot put my finger on it now; the child is grown, the dream is gone." As we breathed the last words to each other, my stunning sister pulled my head down and locked me in the most sensational kiss I've ever had. Closed-mouthed in its infancy, but soon I felt her lips separate, and as her tongue now teased my lips, this was not a kiss familiar to siblings.

As the guitar solo rang out into the darkness, I broke off our moment of tenderness and, moving hair from her eyes, I breathed, "Chloeeeee."

"I can't believe you did this. Nobody has ever done anything like this for me." Then, in a sense of deja vu, she silenced my questioning words with 2 fingers, saying, "I don't deserve a brother like you; I never have," before burying her head in my chest, refusing to make any further eye contact.

Pink Floyd finished their set to much applause. We had agreed that we wouldn't stay to the very end if possible, so we headed towards the service area. I wasn't sure, but I thought Chloe was crying. Opening the truck cab, I helped my sister in, getting an eyeful of her perfect, denim-clad bum.

"Are you OK?" I asked, getting a nodded response. I could tell she was crying freely now and went to check the trailer was all in order.

I jumped back in, and then we set off, and again, I asked if she was ok, only getting nodded replies.

"You shouldn't worry; I'm bad news, Adam. You shouldn't have wasted all this effort on me."

I couldn't really focus on her because of the assault course of barriers and diversions I had to not collide with, but I asked, What are you talking about? What's brought this on?"

"I'm sorry; just believe me, I'm so sorry."

We arrived back home, having delivered the empty trailer. And as I was about to get out, I noticed her continued sobbing uncontrollably.

"I can't believe you did this for me," she cried before adding, After what I've done."

"What have you done, Chloe? It was only a kiss," I said, guessing it was that kiss earlier, as I tried to put my arm around her.

"Don't," she squirmed out from under my arm.

"What's wrong? TELL ME, Chloe."

Sobbing profusely, through red, teary eyes, my little/big sister turned in her seat, took both of my hands in hers, and, fighting back choking sobs, hung her head.

"Talk to me; you could never do anything to make me hate you, especially as much as you seem to hate yourself right now," I tried to reason.

Looking up, wiping her face on her sleeve, my angelic sister squeezed my hands tighter than a vise and let go as she opened her mouth with a wounded cry of, "I raped you, Adam," and fell into the foetal position, crying uncontrollably.

I was stunned but not shocked, as Rufus and David had inadvertently alluded to Clara, that my dream maybe hadn't been a dream.

"No, you didn't," I softly said to the broken woman in my truck's passenger seat. "I kissed you back and put my hands on your chest. I pulled you down onto me," I gently replied, hearing her hold her breath.

"You... you remembered it?"

"Yeah. I thought it was the best dream ever, until things started to add up after Clara's night of truths." I half laughed.

"Don't... don't you hate me?"

"Fuck no! Would we be here right now if I did? Now come here," I said, bringing her close. She held her arms across her chest, afraid to get too close to me, so I suggested we go inside my house, adding, "We'll get past this; I love you." She nodded, still totally unsure of anything anymore.

Sitting in my living room, I said, Talk to me, my love. Tell me what happened."

Composing herself somewhat, she sniffed, "That night after Live Aid, I argued with Matt about Dad. I knew I had to make a big decision if I wanted to keep him. I mean, the man I was really in love with was always going to be unobtainable. So I... I settled on giving myself to Matt that night. After we argued, it didn't seem right, and Matt stormed off in his car. When I woke up, having sleepwalked into your room, you were already naked, aroused, with the sheets thrown off as if having a dream, and... I needed you."

"The man you were really in love with?" I asked as she gave me a long, worried stare. "Are you still in love with this man?" I dared to ask.

Hesitating, and again fighting back tears, she whispered, "More than life itself! And that night, when he... you, breathed my name, it was the greatest moment of my life."

Pulling away from me, she said, "There is one more thing... maybe the biggest. Do you know why Matt divorced me?"

"Mum said you'd told her you were unfaithful," I replied.

"It's more than that, she said, looking like she might cry again. "When he got checked to see if he was a match for Charlie's transplant, he found something else out... he's not Charlie's father," she said in a matter-of-fact way.

"Who's the father?" I didn't need to ask but asked anyway.

"You are," she sighed. "Look, I'll leave if you want. You must fucking detest me," covering her face with her hands.

I put my head in my hands now. I needed to think, needed to clear my head. I certainly didn't hate her. I love Chloe. 'Wait a second, I've been waiting for this my entire adult life! I LOVE HER!'.

Not saying another word, I came over to where she had collapsed on the sofa opposite and told her to stand up. With a worried face, she stood and breathed, "Are you throwing me out?"

I didn't speak, just looked her in the eye, and, hearing her hold her breath as I put my hands on each side of her face and sighed, said, "How can we start our life together if I do that?" And gently kissed her tear-strewn lips.

She didn't speak as she broke the kiss and searched my eyes for answers before wrapping her arms around my neck, bringing us together again in tearful, snotty kisses. I lifted her light frame, and she wrapped her legs around me, splaying her braless breasts across my chest behind their clothed prison. We kissed softly, rubbing our hands on each other's faces.

"God, I've waited 20 years for this," she breathed into my mouth.

"Hmmmm, me too. Though you were much more certain it happened than I was!"

"Sorry..."

"PLEASE stop saying sorry."

"What else can I say, Adam?"

"How about kiss me, love me?"

"And touch me," she said in a seductive, extended out breath, before we escalated into a tirade of loving, passionate kisses. I had my hands in her hair as our tongues now tangled and we devoured each other's mouths. I kissed her cheek and up to her earlobe, which made her shiver and squeeze me with her thighs.

"Ok, ok, time out," she said. "If this is going where I think it's going, (A) we need to eat first. (B) we need to shower first, and (C) we need to be really sure about this."

"I do like highly pre-planned sex," I quipped as she slapped my arm before she grabbed it in her tight grip.

"We're going to have sex! Holy shit, we're going to have sex, Adam," she uttered, in shock at the enormity of the moment. This, in turn, made me chuckle before she added, "Don't laugh at me; I'm having a moment here! Let's have pizza first, sex later. Oh my god, will you want to see me naked?"

"That's generally how people traditionally have sex," I said, hugging my discombobulated sibling.

"Right, you go shower and I'll prepare the food. Then I'll shower while it's cooking."

"You know we have two showers? Or we could shower together..."

"Don't say it! Oh, don't say that yet!" She groaned. I think my sister was as turned on as me at this point before stating, "Right, pizza it is, not penis! Oh shit, I said that outside my head... Can we negotiate on the naked thing?"

I was ushered towards the shower, and she went back into the kitchen. Upon my return about 15 minutes later, she was standing, looking into the pizza oven, which, at this point, contained no pizza.

"Anything good on that TV, my love?"

"Oh haha. I was just thinking."

"Thinking what, my love?"

"About this, about you, us. Are you sure you don't hate me?"

"No. I definitely don't hate you. Why, have you changed your mind?"

"Oh no. Not ever! I'm also now thinking how much I love hearing you call me My Love," she said while loading pizzas into the oven.

By the time she had finished, I had moved behind her, and as she turned, with a fright, I held her arms in my grasp, kissed her hard on the lips, and almost in a growl said, "Chloe, please go get nice and clean, so I can make you all sweaty again," as she groaned and tore herself away from our pungent, thick sexual tension.

I got some drinks ready and set us up at the coffee table in my living room, between the 2 sofas, and switched on the TV. A few minutes later, I heard movement in the kitchen. Then, my sister appeared in the doorway, with her wet, jet-black hair clinging to her face and neck. She had changed into a new pair of silken pyjamas, rust in colour with small, pink and blue flowers on them, that also buttoned at the front. I couldn't help but notice she hadn't buttoned the top 2 buttons, showing off slightly more than the top of her cleavage. By the way, her breasts seemed more relaxed; I guessed she had no bra on now.

"I'll go get pizzas; you sit," she offered and left, returning with our meal. "One is chicken & peppers, and the other is pepperoni," as she leaned over to cut them.

Fortunately for me, as she leaned over the low coffee table, her top spilt open at the 2 open buttons, and as she set about cutting, about two-thirds of her free-hanging breasts visibly swayed and rocked, and as I leaned in to pick up a slice, for one brief moment I saw right down between her glorious globes, almost to her belly button. Sitting back down with her slice, she smiled and shook her head, knowing I had just had an eyeful of boob.

We talked about the day we had just had, about seeing the classic lineup of Pink Floyd, and many other subjects. Then, noticing it was 1:30am, I suggested bed, noticing my sister tense up and spring to her feet to leave everything out in the kitchen. Following her in with my plate, she was bending over into the dishwasher, and her perfect, peachy bum was pointing like an invite. An invite that I did not refuse, as walking up behind her, I gently ran my hands over her sexy rump, saying, "Is this seat taken?"

She jumped and turned round to face me and, not giving me an answer, brought my face down to hers and kissed me hard on the lips before pleading, "Adam, please take me to bed."

Not waiting any longer, I scooped her up by her ass cheeks, feeling her wrap her arms and legs around me as we walked and kissed, her molten hot core now firmly tight to my abs.

"Ok, go slow. It's been a while for me, and can I keep my top on?"

"What?"

"My body isn't what it used to be."

"Chloe?”

"Yeah?"

"Shut up about your body. You're perfect."

"But I've had Charlie since you saw me, and I've had 20 years of weight issues and cancer. My boobs are a car crash."

"You can keep what you want on. But I'm making love with you tonight. My Love."

Kicking open the door to my bedroom, I set her down on the bed. And at that moment I realised I hadn't let the dogs out.

"I'm sorry, but I really must let them out before I totally forget," I apologised, with much reassurance that it would be OK, as it gave Chloe time to "freshen up."

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Chloe's Perspective

Left alone in my brother's bedroom, I took my clothes off down to my panties and slipped between the sheets as my mind was in overdrive thinking, 'I can't believe this is happening. Oh my god, I'm naked in my brother's bed. I mean, the last time we fucked was a one-off, but this has to be for keeps. What if he hates my stretch marks and fat bits! Oh my god, I have to put my pyjamas back on; he'll think I'm a slut!'.

Having gone as far as quickly checking under my arms, breasts, and even my vagina for any unwanted odour, I then had the thought, 'I'm just out of the shower. I need to calm the fuck down," before putting my pyjamas back on and jumping into the big bed.

"Hey you," he said as he entered the bedroom.

"Hey yourself, job done?" I asked as he took off his clothes again, leaving him just in his boxer shorts.

"Yeah, did you miss me?

"I kind of freaked out. But I think I'm ok now."

"Are you sure? We can just talk if you want?"

I sat up on the edge of the bed and pulled him to me by the hips. Looking into my eyes, he stroked my hair and gazed like he was looking into the depths of my very being.

I remembered what he had said in my jacuzzi at the ill-fated party in Lanzarote, about loving taking a woman's panties off and her opening herself to him, so I had put a pair of black lace ones on, which I could now feel were getting moist. "I've talked to you long enough," I sighed on a long outbreath, whilst running my hands down his muscular chest to the tenting boxer shorts, lightly grasping the stiffening meat beneath.

He kissed me, pushing me back in the bed as he reached for my pyjama bottoms, scanning me for a reaction. I nodded and lifted my hips as he slid my bottoms off, raising his eyebrows as he caught his first sight of my black lace-covered mound.

I held my breath as he stepped out of his boxer shorts, his cock springing into the soft light. I had only seen two other ones; his one sat higher, close to his body, and my pussy remembered its size as it took my virginity, all those years ago. I was soaked as he moved towards me, to the side of the bed again, the question on his mind not needing to be said as he reached for the elastic of my panties. He heard me hold my breath, and he stroked my face, telling me, "Relax, my love," and kissed me hard, both of us with passionate, open mouths, while he lay between my legs on the bed and soothed me.

Realising that he was now naked, and I needed to catch up, I broke off the kiss, nodded, and answered the question he had asked with his eyes as he sat on his knees between mine.

Keeping eye contact, he reached for my bum again, and I covered my face with my hands in fear of his reaction. I raised my hips off the bed as my panties glided up my legs and off. I leaned slightly and brought my right leg down over my outstretched left to cover my most sacred area. Lowering my hands from my face, he scanned my eyes for direction; in truth, I needed some too. I wanted this man so much to take me over and over again, but opening myself to him right now seemed like the hardest action of my life as self-doubt swept right through me.

As if sensing my struggle, he leaned over me, and resting his warm, heavy balls and rock-hard cock on my thigh, kissed my lips before sitting back up and stroked my right buttock and leg with his fingers, never breaking eye contact.

I watched him as I straightened my body on the bed, keeping my legs tightly closed together. I moved slightly further up the bed, then, seeing the hunger I had was reflected in his eyes, I slowly, painfully, and whilst ignoring my self-conscious hang-ups, spread my legs on either side of my brother. I watched him break eye contact with me as he zoned in on my needy, wet, somewhat hairier than if I had known I would be naked with someone, vagina. I couldn't gauge the look on his face, like he was overcome with emotion as he gazed at my wanting womanhood. Then, reaching towards me, he ran his hand from my face, down my throat, over my shirt and between my breasts, and towards my waiting vulnerability below. Then he touched my Piper tattoo and breathed, "It's him... you know I saw him that night."

"I knew you did; that's why I've not worn anything revealing around you all these years. He's my 'Piper at the gates of dawn' homage; sorry about the slight stubble, I wasn't expecting this."

"You're perfect... You call your pussy Dawn?" He asked.

"Yeah, and the tattoo seemed like a great idea at 17," I cringed, as we both laughed together until I took his hand in mine and pulled him into me, opening my thighs to cradle his chunky body.

As we kissed gently, enjoying the fact that we could, I was acutely aware of our height difference. It wasn't his penis against my soaking wet pussy, but his abs. No sooner had I thought this than he was kissing across my face, nibbling and kissing my ear, which always drives me insane with lust. Slowly, he kissed down my neck to where my buttoned pyjamas began. Sensing my tensing up at the thought of being topless, he kissed down the front of my pyjama top. I knew it was absurdly ridiculous to spread my legs to him but not show him my breasts, but it was just, for now, a bridge too far.

Getting to the bottom of my pyjama top, he gently moved it up. K was pressing my hand into my tummy as I went to stop it from riding up too far. But it wasn't my breasts he wanted. He was now hovering his handsome face over my pussy and leaned down to place a kiss on my tattoo. "Hello, Mr. Piper, can I enter your sacred kingdom?" He breathed, inadvertently blowing air against my now protruding clit. I could have come right then, but then he kissed my left inner thigh, then my right one before kissing inwardly towards my core. I looked down at this heavenly vision, as my brain conflicted between 'WHAT'S YOUR BROTHER DOING THERE?' and 'I NEED HIM INSIDE ME, NOW!'. Happily now, and forevermore, the 'Inside Me' voice was louder.

"Adam," I hissed, wanting his first taste of my pussy to NOT involve stubble. "Tomorrow, and every day after that, you can go down on me all day, and I'll do the same to you. But tonight, I really need to feel you inside me." Just seeing how much he wanted me was enough to make me cum. Oh, how my body was betraying me, instinctively wanting to be naked. I painfully wanted to feel his skin on skin with my chest. "Wait," I said.

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Adam's Perspective

I knew she was nervous as I leaned above her and feared we had gone too far, as she brought a halt to entering the heat I could feel radiating from her perfect pussy. Hell, I was honoured that we had gotten this far, as the turmoil displayed on her face prior to parting her legs for me was heartbreaking. I had to get her seeing herself the way I see her. The most beautiful woman in the world!

I moved to lie beside her, propping my head up on my right arm and hand, taking in the vision beside me as I stroked her hair and gazed into her big brown eyes. Then, slowly and to my pleasant surprise, she brought her hands to the top button of the pyjama top and began opening it one button at a time, right to the bottom. She carefully smoothed it out, draped across her tits, still offering some protection from my hungry gaze in the soft lighting of my bedroom.

I reached into my drawer for a condom, quickly opening it and securing it over my six and a half inches.

Still looking into those pools of milk chocolate eyes, I leaned in and kissed her. She brought her right hand up to the side of my face as our soft kiss got hotter. With my left hand, I traced down her face to her neck, our eyes now closed as we allowed our tongues to entwine freely, me with my hand reaching the top of her chest. I kissed her mouth like I had dreamed so many times, as a million different questions I had never dared to ask myself were answered.

Gently running my hands down her body, between the two parts of her now open pyjama top shielding her breasts from the night air, slowly down her tight, firm tummy, over the indentation of her belly button, I soon reached the pubic-haired barrier that no brother should cross. Feeling my hesitation, she reached down and put her hand over mine, as she silently, and without breaking the kiss, parted her trembling thighs and guided my hand in between. I gently stroked her, spreading her soaked outer lips as she moaned into my mouth, and her hand still covered mine. Her legs spread further as I rubbed her slit from top to bottom and back up as she twitched and gently yelped into our still raging impassioned kisses. I took care not to penetrate her, not wanting my fingers to be the first part of me to break through her soft, velvet folds tonight.

Her hand, still on top of mine, moved up my arm and pulled, willing me to again come into the natural cradle between her legs, and I duly complied.

Looking into her eyes, I moved and settled between her legs, both now parted and bent at the knee with her feet flat on the bed. My rubbered-up cock was now almost reaching her belly button as I reached down to grasp my pulsing member. Then I felt a small hand on me as she painfully moaned, "No," then her hand gripped my cock and unrolled the condom that sheathed my manhood up and off.

"Chloe, are you sure?"

"I've waited 20 years to feel this again. Don't make me feel like a piece of rubber," she breathed.

Kissing her softly, I slowly pressed forward, gently pushing the throbbing, purple head of my cock through her tender folds. I felt her grip me with her arms as I settled over her, arching my back to kiss her lips and going an inch deeper into her too, as she moaned into my mouth before I pulled slightly out again, leaving a confused, hungry look on her face. This was subsequently replaced by pleasure as my penis gently but purposefully pressed forward and was sheathed to its entirety in her vise-like, velvet-gloved vagina, earning a guttural "UUUUH!" from my sister as she stretched back onto her elbows, her head back into the pillow.

"You're inside me; you're really in me!" She gasped, looking down where our bodies met, as both of our whole worlds now focused on that connection.

"Oh, fuck, you are so tight."

"I love you, BIG brother."

"You... are fucking... PERFECT!" I grunted, trying hard not to cum immediately.

I gave her a few more thrusts, then as I was seriously going to be embarrassed if I did cum, I leaned down and kissed her neck and nibbled on her earlobe, which I already knew made her hot, and then kissed her lips once more.

A few more gentle thrusts, in/out, in/out, and again I was getting near. Steadying myself on my forearms, almost as if doing push-ups, I kissed her lips in what was a messy, saliva-filled, tongue-heavy kiss. I kissed her dimple on her chin and down to her breastbonein between her pyjama top, which had shifted enough to show the inside swell of her right breast, which I made a point of "accidentally" brushing with the side of my face, feeling the cushion of her soft, sacred female flesh.

"Hmmmmmm," I heard from Chloe. I nuzzled at her belly button as her hands caressed and played with my hair before her right hand broke away, and with finger and thumb, she slowly slid her pyjama top off her already partially escaped right breast. I wasted no time in licking back up her tummy, between her breasts, and kissed her mouth. I looked at the now exposed breast as it lay resting after the jiggling, then back up to her face, and keeping eye contact, I kissed down her chest. She now breathed in quick, shallow breaths until I took her teat in my mouth as her right arm instinctively cradled the back of my head, pressing me hard into her flesh, the breast engulfing my face up past my nose as her left arm covered my neck and shoulders. I lapped and feasted at her stiffened nipples, now bullet erect, and her Braille-like areola, about an inch in every direction of her nipple.

Not wanting to completely overwhelm her, I passionately kissed her mouth again as I settled into a rhythm, spearing in and out of her molten hot, wet-velvet pussy that was gripping me like a vaginal handjob. I moved the other side of her pyjama top out of the way, so both of her boobs bobbed freely, earning me a cute but sexy whimper.

I kneaded her breasts with my hands, my touch acknowledging the different, fuller feel to her than last time. Pinching her left nipple made her moan into my mouth as I increased the thrust of our coupling. She broke the kiss again, her body tensed, and her head bucked back, and she loudly gasped, "UH... UH... UH," as our pelvic bones slapped together. I breathed into her ear, "Cum for me, Chloe. Cum for your brother."

That did it... Her pussy clamped me like a vise as I witnessed her cum and cum and cum. That feeling I had experienced all those years ago that I had not found in any other woman coursed through me as the loving warmth spread through my body. Forgetting about her hang-ups, I looked down at the quivering, naked, teardrop breasts before me, and, sensing we were both close, I sucked her right nipple into my mouth again, swirling my tongue round those familiar, sexy bumps on her areola, setting off a tsunami of pleasure in my sister.

"UUUUUUUUUUUH, OH... MY GOD... YOU MADE... ME... OH FUCK I'M CUMMING AGAIN... ADAM!!!!"

Simultaneously, the warmth that was building in me, in us, had now enveloped my body in its grasp, and, searching her eyes for the only answer left, she nodded gently, and I sank my entire length into my sister as we spasmed and twitched together. She was holding me inside her to the hilt with her legs, as with every pulse that I again felt and swore I could see, squirting jet after rope after jet of semen over her thrumming, pulsating cervix in what felt like one long, powerful orgasm as her pussy rippled up and down my cock.

We lay there, panting and stroking each other. "What are you thinking?" I panted, still inside her.

"Adam, what the hell did you do to me? I don't know where I've just been. I didn't black out, as I felt it all, but my god, I saw and felt every pulse enter me."

I perched on my forearms again as she searched my eyes, and I said, "You know I feel and see that too? I felt it all those years ago... it only happens with you. I have the best fucking sister in history!" I said, still catching my breath as she smiled and brought me in for another kiss as I slipped out of her cum-filled pussy.

Then, stroking my hair to the side, she shyly asked, "Was I ok? My body didn't repulse you too much? Rufus says, A man always tells the truth after he cums."

"Ok, here's testing Mr. Robin Stewart's theory out. You are the greatest sexual experience of my life. Both times I've... We've gone to another level of consciousness." I said, feeling her tense up.

"And my... my boobs, my fat body?" She timidly enquired.

I pulled her on top of me to a cute yelp, noticing she already had several buttons done to cover herself and feeling the product of our copulation run down my balls.

I put my hands on her face and ran them down her neck, looking her in the eye as I opened the top button. "I didn't get a good look at both of them, but they felt perfect (second button). I'm going to become (3rd button) very familiar with them going forward (fourth and fifth buttons)." She put her hands on mine, gazing at me in uncertainty as I slid the garment off her shoulders. She moved to protect them with her arms before she finally shrugged it off all the way as her breasts jiggled before me. They weren't as impossibly high as I remembered but were fuller, almost in a teardrop position, with her dark, red wine-coloured nipples sitting just at the curve of her tanned, still very full breasts. Their more relaxed stance through age made them the most perfect pair I had ever seen.

"Chloe, it's like a road map of your life," I said as her eyes burrowed into mine.

"I see that cute little birthmark you have, just on your right shoulder." I brought her down onto me and kissed it.

"I see the gentle marks where your body has grown, through pregnancy and the trials of body shape and ageing." I kissed her faint ripples at the top of her breasts.

"I see the scar from where you have given life to Charlie, your son." I couldn't contour down that far, so I kissed my fingers and grazed her c-section scar as she went to speak, but I silenced her with the same fingers.

"I see the small wound where they removed your tumour. Your badge of honour from your biggest battle," and I kissed her scar on her breast, just above her left nipple.

"I see all of these things in the making of the powerful, beautiful, and sexy woman who's sitting on top of me; she doesn't know how in love with her I am or what she does to me."

"OH FUCK, SHE DOES!" She shrieked and vacuum-sealed our mouths together, only breaking off to say, "And she is so in love with you."

Sitting on top of me, Chloe stared into my eyes with a look I've never seen from her. Lust, certainty, confidence, and a need to take what SHE wanted.

She reached between her legs and gripped me again, stroking my semi-hard length back to a rock-hard dick. She lifted her right knee up at an angle as she squatted over me, then slammed down onto me with a silent "O" expression on her face. Her head slightly fell back before she locked into my gaze while grinding her hips on me. Back and forth/circular motion/back and forth, taking me deeper as I reached up to bring her to me to kiss her as she still ground her hips.

I cupped her tits as she began to bounce up and down, the look on her face now her "resting smile," as if she were shut off from the world, living just for this moment as I could feel my cock slide in and out, bumping every ridge of her gooey, already full of both our fluids cunt as it gripped me. Then, she was brought out of her bliss as her orgasm started to break like a wave on the beach. I reached down from her right breast and thumbed her clitoris as she rode me, grinding in what felt like a figure 8. Then her bucking intensified as she brought her hands up to her head, running them through her hair, elbows outstretched and tits out in front as I brought both hands to her hips. She no longer cared that her boobs were bouncing out of control as she searched for that place again. Suddenly, I was feeling that familiar twinge in my balls as they tightened. My sister stopped bouncing, moaning, and shrieking, "OH FUCK! OH ADAM! And as she fell forward, I latched onto her right nipple, sitting up and hugging her tightly with both arms. She clutched my head in her arms again, and as I sucked her entire nipple and areola into my mouth, I shot rich, thick streams of cum inside her rippling, climaxing vaginal canal, with her milking me dry of my potent, incestuous sperm.

We lay there, our hearts returning to their normal rate. "That was unbelievable," she breathed, still collapsed on top of me.

"It wasn't too bad from here either," I replied, still slightly shell-shocked. "Any other Rufus-styled truth you want to know? Oh, by the way, I've a truth for you! Your boobs are as big as Clar... someone else's."

"You're allowed to say her name; I'd give my right arm for her boobs, she giggled, shyly adding, "Though David was wrong that night, I'm a 34D at the minute."

"Ummmm," I growled, raising her up by the shoulders for a peek."

"Haven't you seen them enough? Look," she said, sitting up straight, "See, they don't sit as well as Clara's did," as she cupped the orbs in her small hands.

I smiled at this new confidence to sit astride me whilst topless, and she spotted my smile, cupping her breasts and folding her arms over them.

"What?"

"Nothing. You're beautiful."

"You're just constantly horny."

"And if you don't stop playing with your boobs, you're getting fucked again!"

"Oh god no, I couldn't just yet; we're a little tender over here," she said, slipping off me to lie beside me, leaving remnants of our expelled fluids as she moved to rest her face against my chest and her arm over me.

"Chloe?"

"Yeah?”

"Goodnight, I love you."

"I love you more."

Whatever will morning bring...?