My Sister, Fiona

"Right sentiment, brother, wrong sister."

"Oh."

It hit me then, right between the eyes, one of those "oh shit, of course" moments. I was suddenly awakened to the blindingly obvious. I figured that I was a little young for Alzheimer's, so I must have been just very stupid. I loved Fi with every fibre of my being. She was a wonderful sister. I wanted her better. I wanted her to have what was good in life. I wanted her to share love with Josh for the rest of her life. I didn't particularly want to make love to her, to hug her to bits, to be with her for the rest of my life. That's what she had Josh for.

Uh oh. I wanted all that and maybe more with my baby sister. I wanted to make love with her, to share our bodies and our lives.

"Damn, Bree, am I really that stupid?"

"Seems so, Ron."

Anybody as dumb as that can't be trusted out without the dog, or at least a little sister, to look after him.

I rolled into Bree and started kissing. We aren't talking tame brother-sister kissing, here. Well, we are talking brother-sister kissing, but it was a far way from tame. Not fierce rip-the-lips-off kissing, but still serious stuff. It was at least "I want to rip your clothes off and make love with you" kissing, but I'd say there was a touch of "again and again and again" in it. Bree joined in with real enthusiasm. Scared me a bit. This was my only clean T-shirt, and if she ripped it off me the way I thought she was planning, I wouldn't have one until I got a wash done. I slipped out of it while her hands were busy elsewhere.

Bree and I got naked with each other fairly fast. Then we slowed down to a crawl. Bree's body, strong and taut, with sweet breasts that were about half a handful - I told you I had big hands - was familiar in one way. She'd slept with me now, for two, two and a half months. You get to know the shape of the other person in bed with you, the way I knew how Fi felt and the way she was shaped. But Bree and I had never been naked with each other. We'd never run our hands over the other's naked flesh, the way we were doing now. We hadn't caressed each other's backs and bums and thighs.

I started to kiss Bree from her ears to her chest. She writhed and moaned while she kissed what she could reach of me, and grabbed my penis, too. I licked her beautiful breasts, circling around with my lips and my tongue. I licked her nipple alert and suckled it like a baby. Bree moaned. I repeated with her other breast and nipple. Bree moaned again.

"Bree, I know you're protected. Have you ever done this before?"

"Not with you, Ron. I'm sure I would have remembered."

"Bree, are you a virgin?"

"I was one once, Ron, I think. That was a long time ago. I don't think you can be one again once you're not one."

"Thank you, Bree."

I bit her nipples, not hard, to let her know how much I appreciated a wiseacre lover. Bree laughed out loud.

"Loving is fun, Ron."

She was right. Loving Bree was fun.

We got pretty serious for a while. I eased myself in to her warm and welcoming depths, surprised at how wet Bree was.

"I've been waiting a long time, brother mine."

Bree knew enough to make sure I was hitting all of her sensitive spots, realizing that my pleasure in our coupling was dependent on hers. She didn't quite take over. It was sharing, sharing the pleasure of our bodies while our minds focused on our love. It was like nothing I'd ever felt before, even with Susan. It had that spark, the missing piece in so many relationships, the part that said I love you, and I mean forever.

Our orgasms, carefully nurtured and grown, hit us together. Bree gave a little scream of delight. I laughed because there had been an echo. Fi and Josh had been at it again.

I kissed Bree, full of adoration, and knowing its object, now. Bree kissed back, in love, too. We snuggled for a while, then had to get up. Our parents had grown used to seeing us together, but not in post coital bliss. It was going to be hard enough disguising how we felt for each other, and supper was only a short time away.

Bree and I showered together, enjoying the look and feel of each other some more. We probably took too long about it. Fi hammered on the door.

"Come on, you two lovebirds, get a move on."

We got towels and came out, refreshed but not replete.

"About bloody time," Fi laughed. She hadn't been referring to the length of our shower.

"Probably, little sister, and for you, too."

"Yes, Ron, about bloody time."

Not surprisingly, Josh followed her into the shower.

"Time for you, Ron, and time for me, and forever for us both," he told me as he went by.

Supper that night was very strange. Mom, being a mother and hence possessed of all knowledge, figured out as soon as she saw Fi that the dam had broken and she was as cured as she was going to get. She beamed. One glance at Bree and her face clouded over with confusion. Bree had, to her glance, connected with her one true love as well. Mom didn't know who that was, until she looked at me. I swear I could see the shrug, the one that said, "What the hell, they're in love."

Dad noticed that Fi and Josh were solidly connected.

"So, when's the wedding?" he joked.

"About a year," Fi replied, and everyone else at the table choked, even Josh.

Dad didn't notice anything between Bree and me. Mom told us later to cool it. He'd eventually come around, but don't cut into his joy at Fi's recovery, and his difficulty dealing with having to lose her again, even to a guy as good as Josh.

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This story is essentially the same as the one posted by me a while back and later taken down, so it's not plagiarism. Voting is turned off because I don't believe in it for re-posted stories. GT