Folksinging Isn't Easy

Jase was very gentle with me, realizing that I hadn't had much sex since he'd introduced me to intercourse, but gentleness wasn't what I wanted as much as I wanted to feel big brother filling me up. I'd been so empty without him. It was wonderful, being filled up by my big brother again. Once in, Jase rested a moment, and I simply lay there for a few moments absorbing the pleasure of this marvelous feeling, remembering the only other time I had experienced it at this level. It had only ever been this grand with Jase. Our coupling was exhilarating and passionate and just bloody wonderful. Jase started to stroke, out and in, and I thrust my hips at him in welcome and encouragement. I ran my hands over as much of his delicious body as I could reach, revelling in the feel of my big brother, his hard muscles rippling under his skin. I got more and more wired.

I pushed back to meet him as he thrust in and grabbed him with the inner muscles I hadn't used for years.

"Min, you're so welcoming, tight, and warm and willing. I feel like I'm home at last. Min, you're wonderful. Love you."

"Jase, love, I've needed this from you for so long. How I love you, darling, so very very much."

Yeah, I know, I read after that you shouldn't be so sweet. I'm not sweet. I'm metal. But I'm always sweet with Jase, and that's just the way it is. Live with it.

I could tell Jase wanted to prolong our movements together, maybe because he thought I needed more gentleness, but I started to move fiercely and he followed, no longer able to help himself. The road to a second orgasm opened up, and I was mounting higher and higher with every thrust of Jason's cock, closer and closer, and then one more thrust deep into me and I hit a blur of pleasure that took me out of myself. My body writhed as my muscles rippled totally out of my control. I was unable to move voluntarily, just with my passion. My internal muscles grasped Jason's cock and forced him into a massive ejaculation. His panting signalled the beginning of his recovery, and the fact that I finally heard it signalled the beginning of mine. Damn that had been good.

"Jase, that was so good, love, so very good."

"Min, love, you're amazing. You're wonderful."

"Love you, too, Jase."

***

We settled in pretty well. I found a decent job. Some kind of assistant executive, which meant I was about half way up the hierarchy, and could catch blame from both ends. Good pay, and I got to be fairly adroit at shifting the blame in the direction opposite the one it had come from. I suppose that's the true function of an executive. I was a little atypical, since I frequently solved the problems the blame was supposed to avoid, and built up a reputation as a trouble shooter for the firm. There was no raise involved, but there was frequently more money. The company, strangely, believed in paying for results. It wasn't unionized.

Enough extra was coming in, especially since Jase was doing well, that we bought a house. Jase thought a neat little two-bedroom place in the middle of a middle class development would be wonderful. I was getting strange longings, and insisted on a big four-bedroom on a large lot in the upscale end of town. Jase hadn't thought we could afford anything like that, so he was a little stunned when I wrote the check for a hefty down payment without flinching.

You save the company a couple of million a year and they'll buy you a house if that's what it takes to keep you. Especially after you've caught onto the fraud, identified the perpetrators, and provided the evidence to put them in jail.

There were a couple of heavy metal bands in town, and I tried out just to see if I still had it. I looked kind of funny in a business suit singing for a band that was mostly shirtless, but I'd just come from work. Jase said he'd pick me up there.

I did get the position. The lead guitar, who'd done the vocals before, poorly, was pissed.

"Say, Miss Office, you know that in metal bands, where there's a singer, the lead guitar gets together with the singer and they screw. It's a tradition."

"Listen, Trav, my name's Min. Use it. I've done metal before. That so-called tradition is horseshit. You trying to tell me Eddie van Halen screwed David Lee Roth? When he was married to Valerie Bertinelli? Never happened, never will. This isn't my first turn around the block, son."

I suppose I must have looked younger, but I was twenty-two and two or three years older than these guys. Besides, I was a trouble shooter.

"Come on, Min, this is metal, let's screw."

"No, Trav, I'm committed elsewhere. You're a lovely boy for somebody, but not me."

Trav reached to grab me, or something. I told myself that I could take care of myself until Jase showed up.

The other band members started to notice.

"Hey Trav, back off."

"No, I think she needs it. Needs to feel a real man. It'll help her singing."

I almost fell down, I was laughing so hard.

I should have watched myself better, I suppose, a lesson I'd already learned, but this was a kid and I let my guard down.

Trav saw me laughing and smacked me a good one. I saw stars. Next thing I saw was Trav sailing through the Milky Way beside me. He must have hit me harder than I thought.

I woke up fast. Jase was there, and he'd just smashed Trav a good one. Jase was about to beat Trav to a pulp, then ream him out a new one, then fix it so he didn't need it, or anything else. I wasn't entirely opposed to this course of action, you understand. That punch had hurt.

"Jase, it's okay, I'm all right, calm down. Well, mostly all right. Hit him again, then calm down."

I never knew that I was the one who could break Jase out of that berserker I told you about at the beginning. Maybe I wasn't, when we were younger, but I was, now.

Turned out that Jase broke the guy's arm. My group didn't have a lead guitar anymore, so it wasn't much of a group.

"Min, we liked you, you had the right edge. We need a lead guitar, though, and we've got a gig Saturday."

One of the things I liked about this group was that they did have a gig. None of the groups I'd sung for before ever had.

"Jase, I know you don't like it, but you can do this."

"Yeah, Min, I can. A couple of weeks, give them time to get a new lead. If they take back the old one, I'll break him again."

The other guys didn't really believe him. A decent lead guitar didn't just come in off the street, especially after he'd busted the last one for trying to mess with his wife. Somebody passed over a guitar, and Jase blew them away.

That was what, four years ago? We don't do a lot of it, but now and again the band gets a gig and we'll perform. I'm still fairly skinny. Still no tattoos. I've decided you have to figure out I'm metal from the sound.

***

Jase and I pass for married. One of the neat things about hooking up with your brother is not having to get new ID when you get married.

Nobody knows us, so we don't have those issues.

We get along well with our neighbours. On one side there's a young family a little older than ours. On the other there's Annie, a gorgeous widow, mid-thirties, with a couple of girls, eight and ten. I never knew why she never had a man around. She should have had men piled up, panting over her. Once she did have trouble, but Jase put an end to it for her. There's a point to having a big bruiser hanging around, as I told him when he was enjoying his reward.

Anyway, Annie's married now, happy as she's ever been she says. She managed to snag the absolute best available man around. They treat our kids - two, Carl Junior and Flora, with one about three months along - like their grandkids. You see, she got Dad.

We'd kept in touch with Dad through the surreptitious email he kept from Mom, and even sent him birth photos of the children. About two years after her blow up with us, Mom left him for some sleaze. I think I heard he beat on her, but maybe that's just wishful thinking on my part. I don't think Dad ever forgave her for pushing us out of his life. Jase and I haven't forgiven.

I don't know anything about Mom these days, and don't care, really. I didn't know you could break a maternal bond, but it seems like it is possible, and when you do it breaks in both directions.

A little after their breakup, Dad came for a visit. He didn't have to worry about Mom any more, so he actually got to see his grandchildren. You would have loved to see his face, just glowing with pride, when he did.

Dad's visit hung on for a bit. Jase and I laughed to ourselves. He was spending more time with the pretty widow than with his grandchildren, not that he'd ever neglect them. Oftentimes he took them over to visit. Annie's girls are going to have a sibling, soon. Me too. Be about the same age as my new one. Like us, they don't want to know the sex in advance.

I suppose Annie knows who we are, but she's never let on, just that she knows I'm Dad's daughter and I'm married to Jase. Jase does such a good job as a dutiful son-in-law that you'd swear he'd been adopted in as a full son.

We're all happy and healthy, and life worked out for us. Hope it works out for you.

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