Room for One More?

The telephone rang. I picked it up and gave the number.

"Have you got room for one more, darling?"

"Esther! What do you mean, have I got room for one more?"

"I mean, dear brother, have you got room in that flat you're always boasting about, for me?"

"Coming down for a holiday?"

"No, I'm coming down permanently."

"How come, I thought you were settled in Queensland?"

"That's what I thought but I had a hankering for SA and it seems there's a shortage of nurses, so when I saw the advertisement I decided I wanted to come back to the old haunts. Besides, I wanted to see my beloved brother again. "

"Yes, it has been a while."

"Four years. The last time was when we all got together for dad's seventieth birthday; and that's another thing, I want to be closer to mum and dad."

"You know they're in a nursing home?"

"Yes darling, you rang and told me, don't you remember?"

"So I did. I went up to the Riverland and saw them last weekend. Dad didn't recognise me at all and I had to explain to mum who I was."

"That bad?"

"Yes."

"Do you think Mum will know who I am?"

"Can't say; the staff say her memory seems to come and go."

"Just as well I'm moving now, but you haven't answered my question, do I stay with you or do I live in the nurses' quarters? I promise I won't be bossy."

"Had a personality transplant have you?"

"Now you're being beastly; do I get a room or not?"

"Of course you can stay with me; I've got a spare bedroom, only a single bed though."

"A single bed will be fine Aden; I shan't be bringing a lover with me."

"When will you be arriving?"

"Well, I've got to work the month out so I'll let you know as soon as I've booked my flight. By the way, I'm thinking of selling up a lot of my bits and pieces, but if there's anything you need..."

"No, I come fully furnished."

"Thanks Aden, you are a darling. I'll let you know about my arrival time."

* * * * * * * *

Esther coming to live with me! We had seen each other only infrequently since I was thirteen and she was nearly fifteen, I think.

Eventually she'd gone the way of nursing and I'd gone the way of law.

There was plenty of room for two in the flat -- three bedrooms one of which I'd turned into a study, a lounge, kitchen, and what the agents call, "The usual offices." But even if it had been a one room hovel and Esther wanted to stay with me, there would be room for her.

I believe most brothers and sisters bicker and fight, and certainly Esther and I had our moments, but underpinning our relationship was a deep love. That had been there for as long as I could remember and I think it will always be there.

Perhaps that was what had held us back from entering any long term relationship with members of the opposite gender; Esther and I could be oceans apart, but our love would still bind us.

We had been more or less separated since I was thirteen, and perhaps it was the very power of our love that had kept us apart long after anyone could compel us. In other words, we stayed apart for what we thought was each other's good.

Now she would be with me...living with me, and that seemed to make the days lighter.

When I met her at the airport I didn't recognise her immediately. She had always worn her hair short, but since I had last seen her she had let it grow long to shoulder length. It's amazing what a change in hair style can do for a woman.

It was she who saw me first and she came running to me, flinging her arms round me and kissing me.

"Save a bit for me love," some old guy quipped.

We clung to each other while we waited for the baggage carousel to deliver her luggage and as I wheeled the trolley out to the car she still held on to my arm as if she was frightened I'd disappear.

I thought she had changed in other ways. She looked more sophisticated, more in charge of herself. Her oval face was as beautiful as I remembered it, with her retrousse nose and long lidded green eyes that had always looked slumberous, but could snap open unexpectedly if someone annoyed or angered her; her lips with the slightly protruding moist lower lip I'd always thought looked very sexy. Her figure when she was eighteen had been very slender, but as she'd matured she had become softly curvaceous

It was still there, the love, and the feeling that we were never complete when apart.

As we drove through Adelaide to the flat Esther gazed out of the window, commenting on the changes since she had last been here; she was almost like an eager child.

She was delighted with the flat but complained that it was untidy. "I'll soon fix that," she said.

She had a couple of weeks before she started work at the hospital, and she was as good as her word, she tidied the place. Then it was my turn to complain because I couldn't find anything. She also took over the cooking, and that was a relief because my skills as a chef consisted largely in opening tins.

It was the third evening after her arrival that we got to talking about the old days, our childhood and teen years, and in particular, the old shed.

We were sitting on the sofa, my arm round her, and her head resting against my shoulder. "Do you remember the things we did in the old shed?" Esther asked.

* * * * * * * *

Remember the things we did in the old shed! How could I ever forget?

The old shed was at the back of our parents vineyard block in the Riverland. It was a place where unwanted items of furniture, broken down or worn out machinery, old Hessian bags and all the detritus associated with a vineyard was kept.

In the old shed Esther and I repelled pirates, captured bushrangers, and during the Second World War we defeated the Japanese long before other armies achieved this.

We also played gentler games, games forbidden by our mother who threatened dire punishment if she caught us playing mothers and fathers, or doctors and nurses. Of course being forbidden was almost an invitation to play those games.

One day when I was about eight years old Esther said to me, "Show me your dickie."

"Dickie" was the word our mother used for "penis." Mother was very prudish about genitals and she had always made sure that Esther had never see my dickie, and that I never saw Esther's "Thingy" as mother called it.

I said, "I'll show you my dickie if you'll show me your thingy."

Esther took off her panties and lifted up her skirt while I pulled down my shorts and underpants. We gazed at each other genitals for a few moments, and then Esther said, "Can I touch it?"

"If I can touch yours," I replied.

Esther took hold of my penis and it felt nice. I ran my finger along her cleft and she seemed to enjoy it.

"It getting hard," Esther said.

"It often does that," I told her.

That was the beginning of our genital explorations that progressed over the following weeks and months. Eventually Esther asked me to put my fingers in her thingy and move them in and out. We discovered that if Esther rubbed my foreskin over the head of my penis it gave me extra pleasure. And so we went on experimenting with each other, to find out what we liked best.

We didn't know words like cunnilingus, fellatio and masturbation, but that's what we were eventually doing.

We knew that if our parents caught us there would be terrible trouble, and so what we did in the old shed was kept very secret.

I think I was about twelve when something happened to Esther that scared me.

She was beginning to shape up as a woman around that time, with breasts, which gave me something extra to play with, and some hair round her thingy.

There was one little spot in her thingy that she seemed to get special pleasure from when I rubbed it gently. I was doing that to her one day and she suddenly clung to me saying, "Something's happening to me Aden."

She started to tremble all over and I stopped what I was doing but she cried out, "Don't stop...don't stop...oh Aden I love you...I love you...it's hurting....don't stop..."

Her whole body started to jerk and she was weeping and crying out, "Oh....oh...lovely...oh...ah...."

Her thingy got very wet and slippery and she kept clutching at me and begging me not to stop.

I found it very exciting and my penis was harder than it had ever been before. When Esther calmed down she started to rub me really fiercely and then it was my turn to beg her not to stop.

I've often tried to describe the feeling I got, but never really successfully. It began with a tingling sensation in my testicles that turned into something like electric shocks, and then this white sticky stuff shot out of the little slit in the head of my penis. It was a wonderful sensation and I didn't want it to stop, but of course it did.

Esther was nearly fourteen and she knew what the white stuff was. "That's what men use to make babies with," she told me.

We had both experienced our first orgasms, but we didn't really understand about it at the time, but we did know we wanted it to happen again, and it did, often.

Of course in the end the inevitable happened. One day mum came to the old shed looking for something and caught us.

Esther was sitting up on an old kitchen table with her legs wide open and raised. I was kneeling in front of her licking her thingy.

Mother screamed and was near to fainting. Father was working on the block and heard the scream and came running.

Turmoil followed with blows being struck and a stream of abuse. For the next fortnight Esther and I were under constant surveillance, and by the end of that time I was carted off to a boys' boarding school and Esther was sent to a girls' boarding school.

When we came home at vacation times we were never left together on our own. It was like living in a mini hell, but not simply because of the suspicion that surrounded us, but the fact that we could no longer enjoy the pleasures of the old shed.

When she was eighteen Esther left home and went to Queensland and trained as a nurse.

Later it was a relief for me to get away from home and begin university studies.

In time our parents seemed to forget the whole thing, and never spoke of it again, but I expect they had just buried it away somewhere in their psyches.

Perhaps it was just as well we got caught because who knows what Esther and I would have ended up doing.

* * * * * * * *

"Yes, I remember," I said.

Esther snuggled closer and asked, "Do you ever regret what we did?"

"No, do you?"

"No, I can never regret what we did, they were wonderful times, finding out about each other, doing the things we liked. The only thing I regret was getting caught and all the anger and hostility we caused. Mother said we'd ruined her life. I suppose we had to be punished for our "sin" as she called it.

"Yes, I suppose so, but do you ever wonder what would have happened if we hadn't got caught?"

"I know what would have happened -- you know I was in love with you don't you?"

"I didn't really understand that at the time, Esther, but I did know that I felt as if I always wanted to be with you."

Esther laughed softly and said, "Do you remember -- I think you were only eight years old -- you said that when you grew up you'd marry me?"

"Did I? I don't remember that."

"Oh Aden," she said with mock disappointment, "I've waited all these years for our wedding day."

"Have you waited?"

"Well I'm not married."

"Yes, but men...have there been any?"

"A couple, how about you, any girls?"

"A few."

There was a long pause as we seemed to think over what we'd said. Then Esther put her lips very close to my ear and whispered, "If we could, would you marry me now?"

I spoke from the heart; "I've never stopped loving you Esther, you're the love of my life, but what's the use, we never can marry."

"We have unfinished business, darling," she said, and kissed me on the lips. They were very soft and moist.

"Have we?" I asked.

"Yes Aden, and the main reason I've come back to Adelaide is to finish it. I saw the years going by and I couldn't stand it any longer, I had to know, and so I've got something to give you."

Her hand went down to the zip of my trousers; she pulled it down and took out my penis.

Our talk and the memories of what had been had already aroused me, and she sat across me, a smile on her lips.

"This is what I've come to give you, darling," she said, and I felt my penis plunged into her warm, wet gripping vaginal sheath. She pressed down on me until my whole length was in her, and then she remained still while she kissed me, our moist lips clinging, our tongues probing -- exploring.

Then she began to move slowly with long sensuous strokes, frequently kissing me and whispering, "I love you Aden...I love you..."

I knew then what people meant when they referred to a vagina as a "tunnel of love." Esther's vagina was my tunnel of love.

She closed her eyes and arched her back saying, "It's coming darling...It's coming...come with me..."

She began to gasp, "Ah...ah...ah...oh my darling...ah...oh...ah...come...come...aaaaah..."

As I spurted my semen into her she moved with long powerful strokes, forcing my penis ever more deeply into her, and then, as she passed over her climax she returned to her previous movements. She was sobbing and still telling me she loved me.

The last tremors of her orgasm ceased and she relaxed against me but still covered my face with her tear wet lips.

I had experienced sexual intercourse with more girls than I was prepared to admit to Esther, but with her it had been something different -- beautiful, deeply satisfying, an act of love.

Through her sobs she said, "There, does that feel married enough for you?"

"It always had to be you," I replied.

She smiled tearfully and said, "Yes, from the first time I asked to see your dickie."

We both burst into laughter, my penis joggling in her tunnel.

"The things we did that we never knew had a name," she said.

"Masturbation," I chuckled.

"Cunnilingus," she responded.

"Fellatio," I added.

"Oh yes darling, there must be a lot of those things."

"Sixty nine, we never did that."

"A first time for everything," Esther replied. "And darling, can I leave that single bed and join you in that lovely big double bed you've got -- by the way, why did you buy such a big bed?"

"So as to be ready for you," I laughed.

Lair," she said, "but from now on I shall be the only female to occupy it with you."

"I always did what big sister told me to do, even showing her my dickie on demand."

"Well I did show you my thingy; I'll make sure you get a good view of it tonight."

"If that's a promise then let's have a shower and go to bed."

"That is a promise," Esther said solemnly, "and in future you'll be the only one to have that view."

* * * * * * * *

It was a couple of months later and we'd calmed down a bit although it was still at least once a day, and we'd just finished giving each other orgasms via the sixty nine position at which we'd become quite adept, when Esther asked, "Is there room for one more?"

Puzzled I asked, "One more what?"

"One more person."

"Well, there is the room you first occupied, I suppose...hey, what person, I don't want anyone else in the place."

"Then I'm sorry to have to tell you there's one on the way."

"Who...who...you haven't said anything about us having someone else living with us."

"Well I didn't like to tell you until I was sure."

"Sure?"

"That I was pregnant, it's hardly surprising since we haven't used anything to stop me getting pregnant, and as a matter of fact I believe you wanted me to get pregnant."

"Yes, and you wanted me to make you pregnant."

"You're not sorry then?"

"No darling, there'll always be room for one more."