Colleen Ch. 03

This time Colleen kissed me as I asked.

"Afternoons...how do you feel about afternoons?"

"What about them?"

"Suppose we get the urge in the afternoon, what do we do about that?"

Colleen wrinkled her forehead in thought again before she answered me.

"If we both get the urge we'll have to do something about that so afternoons are in. But only Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays."

"But what if we get the urge on a Thursday, or a Saturday or Sunday?"

"Ok they're in too, but not Tuesdays. Tuesday afternoons are absolutely out. I will not make love with you on Tuesday afternoons, this is non negotiable."

One more kiss and a hug.

"So let's review here for a minute. Once you turn ninety, I will only be allowed to make love with you on family birthdays, all the holidays that I can find, any morning or night, I'm limited to two trips to the Bluffs each week and any afternoon that we get the urge except Tuesdays."

"That's right."

"What's wrong with Tuesday afternoon? Why can't we do it then?"

"For God's sake Bobby, I'll be ninety years old. A girl has to get her beauty rest sometime."

"It's a harsh schedule but it appears I don't have any options left so I guess I have no choice but to agree."

"That's right, you don't have any choice."

Colleen wrapped her thighs around my hips and pulled me in closer.

"Bobby..."

"Hmmm?"

"You're hard again. I'd really like to feel you sliding in and out of me one more time tonight."

"I can't think of anything I'd rather do."

"I love you husband."

"I love you wife."

Maybe in another thirty years I will write the final chapter of our love story, but until then, I will hold her close in my arms and try to keep the idiot grin off of my face.

I love Colleen.

I love Colleen more than life itself.

P.S.

To this very day, Colleen refuses to let me fuck my date, but yes, I still make love to my sister all night long.

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Author's Note #2:

I have nothing more to add to the story of Colleen and Bobby, it speaks for itself. Their story is a work of fiction. Everything in this story is a figment of my imagination (except for one teeny tiny incident that had absolutely nothing to do with sex). But after living with them in my head for over three years I can't help but feel more than just a little affection for Colleen and Bobby, and the rest of the O'Conner family. I sincerely hope that you feel the same way.

There were two comments that were posted (or maybe e-mailed to me) about this story that I am compelled to respond to.

The first was the observation that except for the fact that Colleen and Bobby are brother and sister, this story should have been posted in the romance category. This is true. It is above all else a love story. I wanted to tell a story about two people who love deeply and unconditionally but because of a cruel accident of nature ended up in circumstances that should have prevented them from finding that love for each other. Bobby and Colleen made their choices and were able to get around the obstacles that stood in the way of their happiness. My hope is that everyone gets to experience that same kind of unconditional love in their lifetime.

The second comment was that all of the characters in the story are nice people. Again this is absolutely true. Except for the obvious ones in the first chapter that set everything in motion, the characters in Bobby and Colleen's story are decent people, loyal to family and friends. The sex in the story is an act of love and beauty, not an expression of power or an act of cruelty. In my "best of all possible worlds," people place a high value on family, loyalty and commitment.

I think I speak for all of the authors in the world but especially those that post here on Literotica.

Writing is hard work.

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If you didn't like the story…well, I'm going to quote Harold Peterson on this one: "…there are some subjects that are best left alone."

I will end this story the same way I began it by quoting Mark Twain from the preface to his novel "the Adventures of Huckleberry Fin":

"Persons attempting to find a motive in this narrative will be prosecuted; persons attempting to find a moral in it will be banished; persons attempting to find a plot in it will be shot."