The first week after Savy's concert, we took some relatively simple steps to decouple our lives from relying on mom. Savy closed her bank account that mom had used to transfer money for her rent and living expenses and we opened a joint account together. Since her scholarship now covered all of her educational expenses, we didn't have to worry about tuition payments or making any changes with the school other than to update her permanent address to our apartment. Deep inside, I hoped that it would send the message to mom about our commitment to each other, that we were entirely serious about spending our lives together.
At the end of February, I attended a therapy session with Savy and Dr. Vargas. Initially, I was nervous about how open Savy was about our relationship, since I didn't know Dr. Vargas, but it was clear that they had a rapport with each other built over some two years.
My first impression was that she was trying to determine the nature of our relationship, even if I had somehow coerced Savy into being with me, but Savy was always quick to answer any questions that even hinted at that and make it clear that she initiated the original relationship and our reconstituted relationship.
Once that was firmly established, we spoke extensively about mom. It was tough on both of us that we had to cut mom out of our lives the way we did. She had always been there for us, during our best and worst times, but as we made the most important decision of our lives, she had failed us.
At times, Savy blamed herself for the way that we announced our engagement after her performance, but I didn't think that mom would have accepted us either way. I understood that there is an incredibly powerful cultural taboo against our relationship, but that didn't mean it didn't hurt. At least the anger had faded and now we both mostly just felt sadness.
We both received periodic emails from her, always saying the same thing. She felt bad for her reaction the night of the performance, but she only wants what's best for us. Our reply was always the same, too. We hoped that she would come to our wedding and share in our love.
Still, as distressing as the rending apart of our family was, Savy and I had each other. We also had our friends, who had been like family before, but now were our entire family.
We always did our best at home to make sure Maria never felt like a third wheel. In fact, odd as it may seem, it was perfectly natural for us to have her spending time with us. She seemed to have no concerns about sitting in the living room with us while we watched TV and cuddled together. I got to see what Savy had often raved about when Maria brought food from her family's home. A few times, we joined her for family gatherings and had wonderful times being so welcomed into their home.
I think we both would have spent some time every day with Jeff and Mia if we could. Savy and Mia often went off on their own while Jeff and I played a round of golf or just bummed around on a weekend. During the week, the four of us had long email chains, joking with each other or talking about various things that were going on.
As long as Savy and I were together, we were happy.
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In late March, Savy and I were enjoying a warm, lazy morning. We laid naked in bed, drinking coffee and eating muffins as the warm spring breeze carried in the wonderful aroma of fresh grass and flowers through our open window.
As we ate, we inevitably dropped crumbs and I would bend down, gently using my lips to pick up any crumbs I could find that landed on her wonderful skin, leaving a trail of kisses across her belly and supple breasts before sitting up.
At times, I found myself sitting and staring at this incredible woman lying beside me until she would reach up and carefully stroke my cheek with her delicate fingers. As she reached up to me one more time, I caught her hand and held it in mine before kissing her ring.
"Savy, I love you."
She beamed her wonderful smile back at me. "I love you, too."
"I've been thinking..."
"About?"
"I don't want to wait."
"For?"
"To marry you. I don't want to wait until after you graduate or after I get my master's. There will always be something next, whether it's school, a job, or whatever. It's just... whatever is next, will always be with you. Whatever is next, I want you to be my wife when it happens. Let's get married this summer, or even this spring... as soon as possible."
She pulled me down to her and kissed me deeply.
Gradually, our kiss became increasingly passionate and she pulled me tightly to her, until her breasts were pressed firmly against my chest. She rolled to her back and spread her legs. I stayed with her, moving until I was laying gently on top of her. Our lips never broke contact.
I could feel her hips gently thrust up against me and my now rigid member was resting against her opening, almost begging to be thrust inside. But first, I wanted to take care of her.
I broke our kiss and trailed my lips along her chin, around to her ear, and whispered, "I love you," before lightly kissing down her neck and around her collarbone. I slid my tongue out from between my lips and traced a small trail across her smooth skin until I approached her nipple. I drew circles around her nipple, feeling the slightly bumpy skin of her areola giving gently under the soft pressure of my tongue.
Her nipple stood erect, a beautiful dark brown against the creamy tan of her skin. I sucked it into my mouth, pinching it between my lips and flicking my tongue back and forth across the very tip.
While my lips and tongue took turns working on her spectacular breasts and nipples, I traced the contours of her impeccable body with my fingertips. From her arms and down her sides, feeling the swell of her breasts give way to her petite waist. My hands drifted further each path up and down her body, across her hip bone and around to the ample curve of her rear, then along the front of her thighs, tracing the line where her leg met her pelvis.
I took my time, savoring the taste and feel of her skin wherever I touched her, with my tongue, my lips, my fingers, or my body. Eventually, I left her perfect nipples behind, kissing down into the valley between her breasts and then along her belly. I placed a kiss on her belly button and briefly thought to myself that someday, she would be the mother of my children.
As my lips explored lower, her hands came to the back of my head and gently tickled the soft hair at the nape of my neck. She had this way of just barely touching the hair with the tips of her fingers, sending shivers down my neck and to my spine.
I felt her soft pubic hair against my chin and could start to smell the sweet musk of her body as arousal took control of her. My tongue flicked out, lightly licking the creamy skin of her thighs on either side, her hips pushing towards me as I did so.
I wanted to tease her for longer, but I simply couldn't resist. With one long, slow motion, my tongue made contact with the bottom of her very moist slit and licked all the way up until I pressed on the firm bud of her clitoris. A quiet, long moan escaped from Savy and I looked up to see her eyes closed and mouth open.
She always tasted incredible to me and I greedily lapped at her juices. I flattened my tongue to collect as much of her as I could as I licked along her opening and then used just the tip to swirl around and flick across her clit. This wasn't about teasing, this was about bringing her to release and feeling her body lose control.
Her thighs squeezed against my head as I worked her, alternating between hard and soft, firm and gentle. I used my hands to protect myself, to keep her from completely suffocating me. Her own hands were moving back and forth between my head, pulling my hair a little before releasing and grasping more firmly onto the sheets.
I rested my hand on her chest, between her breasts, and felt both her breathing and her heartbeat increasing in pace. Just a little more... I pulled her clit between my lips, sucking hard enough that my jaw strained while my tongue flicked back and forth across the little nub as fast as I could.
"Ohhhhhhhhhh," she moaned loudly as her thighs pinched against my head. She climaxed and her wetness on my face as her body went completely rigid. Through her entire orgasm, I continued sucking on her clit, refusing to let up on the pressure.
I pulled my hand down from her breasts and traced my finger along her soaked lips, wetting my skin.
Slowly, I pushed my finger inside of her, never losing any contact between my lips and her clit.
"Oh... ugh..." She was incomprehensible, which was exactly my goal.
I pulled my finger out just as slowly.
"Good... so good," she cooed.
Before she could come down from her orgasm, I pushed two fingers back into her, her body easily, which greedily accepted them. I curled both of my fingers up and rubbed against the tender area inside of her that shared the same nerves as her clitoris, still being licked and sucked on in my mouth.
She whimpered as her body was completely overwhelmed.
I released her clitoris from my mouth and relaxed my fingers inside of her. I felt her body relax slightly as I let up on her. I counted to three in my head.
At the count of three, I lunged back towards her and took her clit in my mouth again, furiously pressing my tongue against her with more pressure than ever. My fingers straightened and curled inside of her, probing every part of her vagina.
I felt another flood of wetness as her body tensed again. She groaned loudly as another orgasm crashed into her.
I could feel her muscles rapidly contracting around my fingers and she struggled to break contact and relieve the stimulation on her, but I held my arm tightly around her thigh to prevent her from escaping.
"No, no... too much," she groaned.
She tried to push me away with her hands, but I wasn't going to be deterred. One more, I thought to myself. I knew that I didn't need to do anything different, just keep up the pressure on her and inside her.
I straightened my fingers until they were as far inside as I could reach, then pressed them firmly up against the ceiling of her vagina, before curling them back towards her opening.
My mouth was firmly attached to her and I sucked her clit between my lips, until I could ever so lightly pull it between my teeth. I rotated between using my lips, my teeth, and my tongue to stimulate her, trying to provide contrasting sensations every few seconds.
Her head jerked to the side and she shrieked quickly before a loud moan escaped her lips. Her hips jerked away from me and my lips lost contact for a moment before locking back onto her. Her juices rushed down my fingers, buried inside her, soaking my hand and the sheet below.
Her petite body writhed on the bed. As soon as I let go of her and withdrew my fingers, she turned on her side and curled into a ball. I worried that I had pushed her too far and moved up behind her, pressing my chest to her back, as she struggled to recover.
"Savy... are you okay?"
I watched her delicate hands, clenching into fists.
After a few minutes, she turned and faced me. She reached behind my head and pulled me to her until her tongue parted my lips and thrust against my own.
When she finally broke away from our kiss, her eyes locked onto mine and the corners of her mouth turned slightly up.
"You will do that to me again."
"Oh really?" I teased her.
"Yes. I demand it. But now, I need something different..."
Her voice trailed off and I watched her body as she rose to her hands and knees. I expected her to move over me to her favorite position, but she didn't, she stayed beside me. I took my eyes off of her body just long enough to see her smile devilishly at me. She wiggled her hips, shaking her rear.
I needed no second invitation.
I pushed myself up and crawled behind her. Her butt formed a perfectly shaped heart from her narrow waist around to where her labia was swollen and glistening. I kissed the small of her back, then back and forth I kissed down each of cheeks until my nose was pressed against her wet opening again. I took one last long taste of her wonderful juices, eliciting a low moan from her.
I couldn't wait any longer, though, and positioned myself behind her. I took my member, hard as titanium, in my hand and touched the tip against her lips. She was so wet and ready for me, that without any pressure at all, the head slipped inside. She pushed her hips back before I could even react and half of my shaft was inside her, too.
With one thrust, I was completely enveloped by her. My hips were pressed against her rear and I could feel pressure on the head of my penis as I bottomed out inside her. I had to squeeze around the base of my shaft just to keep from finishing right there.
I took a moment to let my eyes drift along her body. Her long hair hung to either side of her head, leaving her flawless back completely bare. Her skin was an incredible honeyed tan and I could make out just the hint of her breasts peeking out from either side. My hands instinctively went to her svelte waist, pressing my palms against her supple skin and grasping her firmly with my fingers.
I slowly withdrew until I was completely out of her. My erection stuck straight out in front of me and needed no guidance to press against her again. I easily slid back inside, eliciting a groan of approval from both of us as her wetness and tightness encompassed me.
I began rhythmically withdrawing and thrusting back into her, watching myself disappear inside of my Savy. Each time I entered her, she thrust her hips back against me until the flesh of her rear and my hips slapped together.
I wanted her to have her pleasure though. I let go of her hip and reached around her, between her legs, until my finger found her hard little clit. After sliding down to wet my finger on the mixture of her juices and my pre-cum, I pressed my fingertip against her clit.
"Yesssss..." she hissed at me.
I slid my other hand up from her hip and cupped her breast, pressing my palm against her firm nipple, and pulled her up to me until her back was pressed against my chest. Her hair slithered between us and with one shake of her head, much of it flew over my shoulders and cascaded down my back, introducing a new sensation to our lovemaking.
Because of our height difference, I had to move my legs closer together and sit back on my haunches, while she kept her legs outside of mine and rested her rear on my thighs. I hadn't planned it that way, but she suddenly found herself in control again as my thrusting ability was limited in that position. She used her thighs to lift herself up and then drop herself back down onto me.
I locked my lips onto her neck, sucking and gently nibbling. I let my hand wander across her breasts, cupping one then the other, teasing her nipples, and holding her to me by her taut belly. All the while I vigorously fingered her clit in a race to bring her another orgasm before I couldn't hold back anymore.
I wish I could say that I was some kind of sex god, capable of inhuman feats of sexual stamina. Unfortunately, I am but a man. This incredible creature underneath me, the love of my life and a sexual goddess in her own right, wouldn't allow that, at least not until I was entirely spent and she could use me as she pleased.
With each bounce on me, she grunted and squealed. The bed was now creaking beneath us, bearing the impact of our weight driving down into the mattress through my knees. Her quickening pace was going to break me.
She pulled off of me one more time and slammed down with enough force to send a small jolt of pain through my body.
"Unnnnnngggggg..."
She let out a guttural groan of pleasure and I felt wetness run down my shaft, coating my balls and thighs. With her orgasm, I couldn't hold back any more and came inside her with a loud groan of my own. I lost count of the spasms racing through me as I released spurt after spurt.
We collapsed forward in a heap on the bed in a tangle of hair, arms, legs, and bodies. I quickly lost consciousness and fell into a restful sleep, much needed after the physical exertion.
I woke up on my side, spooning Savy as she curled up pressing her back to my chest. I ran my hand along her body, tracing her wonderful curves with my finger. She immediately turned her head back to me and kissed me.
When we broke, she said the words that I live by, "I love you."
I pressed my lips to her ear.
"You know, you didn't answer my question."
She quickly turned back to look at me again.
"I didn't?"
"Well, it wasn't so much a question as a request."
Her eyes flickered back and forth on mine. She had forgotten what we were talking about before our love making.
"I don't want to wait. I want to marry you this year... as soon as possible, even."
Now she turned her entire body to face me and pressed her forehead to mine. I could feel her warm breath on my lips as she whispered to me.
"Yes."
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Our wedding would be May 31, the second weekend after the end of the semester. It would give us enough time to plan and invite friends, as well as a short buffer from the end of classes.
We reveled in making our preparations together, deciding on a location, guest list, and various other necessary things to do.
One of the most important tasks was to determine the legality of our marriage. We would go through with the ceremony either way, as nothing would keep us apart, but we wanted to look into if there was a way for us to be legally married in the eyes of the state.
Our first step was to take a trip to Norfolk, where Savy was born. At the records office, we requested a copy of her birth certificate. What it said would determine whether we could proceed or not. When the clerk returned with a legal copy of her birth certificate, Savy clasped her hands to her mouth.
The birth certificate reported a file number, Savy's full name using her mother's maiden name, her place of birth as Norfolk, and her mother's information. It was the most information she had ever learned about her mother.
For her, our, father's information, there was nothing.
Outside of her adoption records, which were sealed as her adoption occurred prior to 2000, there was nothing that we needed to present in order to get a marriage certificate that would tie us together as adoptive siblings, much less half-brother and half-sister.
We drove to Williamsburg that afternoon, walking along the living history street hand in hand, before eating dinner outside on a beautiful spring evening. That night, we made love, one step closer to being husband and wife.
Back at home, after a maddening amount of frustrating research, we were unable to unambiguously figure out if Maryland would view adoptive siblings getting married as a criminal act.
The strongest indication one way or the other was a memo from the assistant Attorney General in 1989, which included the most important words we had ever read: "In conclusion, Family Law Article, S2-202 does not prohibit a marriage between a man and a woman related as brother and sister solely by reason of adoption."
From the establishment of the law in 1777 until 1984, adoptive relationships were considered equivalent to consanguinity. However, in 1984, Maryland updated the Family Law Article, separating blood and legal relationships.
We decided that it was a risk we were willing to take.
A week later, we were preparing our invitations for our relatively limited guest list.
"Savy, I'm just about done here, but I think we should do one more."
"For who?"
"Mom."
She looked up at me, her face clouded over and her eyes were full of sadness. She walked to me and stood behind me, setting a blank invitation in front of me before wrapping her arms around my shoulders. She held me while I filled out the invitation.
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