Sole Sister

I kept pounding until every drop of the jism in my balls was spent. Then, I collapsed on top of Dill, and we both fell onto our sides exhausted. I was still inside her, but now I wrapped my arms around her and held her tight.

We lay that way for a long while. I heard the front door open, and I could recognize Pete and Tom's voices. They joked and chuckled quietly, and I could tell that both of them were feeling little pain. I pulled the covers over us, and Dill and I fell asleep with me still inside her.

When I woke up in the morning, I was feeling really, really excited. My dick was where I had left it earlier that morning, but now Dill was riding me, bouncing up and down, and grinding her hips in a circle every time she had herself fully impaled on my spike. She had her arms outstretched on my chest, and she was squeezing her breasts together with them.

I looked up at her as she rode me like one of the family's Arabians, and she was still wearing that mesh teddy. But now I wanted to see her tits better, so I pulled her breasts out of the top of the mesh, and I leaned forward to kiss and suck her sensitive areolas. Her areolas were so big, considering the moderate size of her breasts, but she had almost no nipples, just the pointed ends of her fat areolas. I found them really, really sexy.

It didn't take her long, and this time it was all about her. She was grinding her clit against my pubic bone now on every stroke, moaning quietly, but continuously, and when she threw her head back in ecstasy, I knew she was almost there. She rode out her climax on top of me, taking her time before she slowly came to a stop, almost like she had just finished her stint upon a mechanical bull. Finally, she collapsed on top of me, and kissed me with great passion.

She was much quieter than she had been the night before, and I sensed that she was aware of my roommates' presence in the house now. And the first thing she did when she crawled off me, was to find her purse on my night stand, open it and pull out her glasses and put them on. The shy, modest, coy Dill was back!

Over the next two weeks, Dill spent most of her time with me at my house. We became really comfortable and relaxed together in bed, making love every night tenderly and with great passion.

And when the spring semester started up again, and Dill had moved back into the dorms, we still got together at least a couple of times a week, usually I spent at least one night together with her in her dorm room, and on the weekend, she would come over to my house to spend Saturday night.

But in the middle of February, Dill informed me of another party that she wanted me to attend with her, this time to celebrate Valentine's Day, and at the house of some friends of Jane and Chip. I was hesitant to go; I knew Jane would be there, and I didn't trust her.

I had never told Dill the whole story of what had happened at the New Year's Eve party, and I think she was a little intoxicated that night and probably didn't remember our leaving the party very well the next day. All of her memories of the night were from what happened in my bedroom, and she had recounted them to me several times over in bed during the next month and half. It was the best night of her life, she said.

Dill really wanted to go to the party, and she made me promise not to buy her anything for Valentine's Day if I agreed to accompany her. I did anyway. I wanted to lavish her with gifts - a dozen roses, a box of good chocolates, and a pretty lingerie outfit (I figured that was more for me than her anyway!). And finally, a pair of small, but romantic, diamond stud earrings that I had saved my money to buy for her. I still promised to go to the party, despite my well-founded fears.

On the Saturday night after Valentine's Day, we drove over to a place on the edge of town, just to the east of the low mountains that surrounded the small city. This house was a few miles away from campus, and too far for us to walk if we stayed very late. As it turned out, we didn't.

Jane was there when we arrived, but for some reason that I never found out, she had come alone. Chip was gone, somewhere. And like New Year's Eve, Jane had been drinking more than usual. I tried to keep my distance, watching her closely, and I kept Dill close to my side the whole time.

If Jane stepped into the kitchen where Dill and I were standing, I gently moved us into the living room. If we were seated in the living room, and I saw Jane entering, I suggested to Dill that we go get something to eat in the dining room. Things continued like that for several hours until for a few brief moments, I let my guard down.

There were a lot of people smoking cigarettes, and considering that I had never developed that nasty habit, it started getting uncomfortably smoky in the house after a bit. So when Dill left to use the bathroom, I told her that I was going to step outside to get some fresh air. I was standing in the corner of the wooden patio deck, leaning against the railings, looking out toward the mountains, shining in the dim, winter moonlight. I had been there for a couple of minutes, enjoying the view when disaster struck.

Suddenly, before I knew what had happened, Jane, who had gone out the side door to reach the patio, had snuck up behind me and cornered me, much in the same way she had on New Year's Eve. This time she was more aggressive and wasn't taking "no" for an answer. "You can't avoid me all night!" she said with ill intent clearly on her mind. Quickly, she squatted before me and reached for my crotch.

I had never before been violent with a woman, and to this day, I still haven't been, so even though I was trying to resist her, Jane had little trouble unzipping me, pulling my cock out of my pants, and taking me in her mouth. I was trying to push her away, but she was squatting in front of me, and she had me pinned into the corner of the patio railings with her knees, so that the only way I could extricate myself was to push her over backwards.

I wish I had, but in seconds it was too late. Before I could react, Dill slid the patio door open, and before she even stepped out onto the deck, she saw her sister with her face buried in my crotch. With her eyes widening in shock, she turned back into the house and ran!

"Dill! Dill! Stop!" As I yelled to her, Jane pulled her head off me and turned, and distracted as she was, I was able to slip around her, pushing my way past her right knee. I quickly tucked myself back into my jeans, zipped up my pants and went back into the house.

There were more people at the party now that at any other point in the evening, and so even though I was going from room to room looking for her, I couldn't find Dill anywhere. I asked some people that I knew if they had seen her, and someone told me that she had just gone into the living room.

But when I got there, she was nowhere to be found. Someone else told me that he thought she might have gone out the front door with some other people, and so I ran out the door, only to see a car pulling away from the curb. I ran out in the street, waving and calling her name, but it was to no avail. Dill was gone!

I was devastated. I thought back to the party at Jane and Chip's, and I wished now that I had told Dill the whole story, told her how her sister had cornered me, how I had stopped her. Maybe, she would see what happened on the patio as a pattern of behavior and know that it was Jane, not me, that was to blame.

But I hadn't told her. Hadn't told her because I didn't want her to hate her only sibling, didn't want to break a family apart. Now, all I could hope was that Dill would listen to reason, would hear me out. But she wouldn't! She wouldn't take my calls, and when I went to her dorm room to talk to her, she wouldn't unlock the door, and told me to go away, that she never wanted to see me again!

A few days later, I got a small package in the mail with no return address. Inside, I found the pair of diamond earrings in the small box I had give to Dill. There was no note, no nothing. As soon as I received the package, I sat down and wrote Dill a long letter.

In it, I told her everything that had happened. What Jane had done to me at both parties, how I hadn't wanted to go to the Valentine's party because I was afraid of what she might do there. But most importantly, I told Dill that I loved her and that I wanted to be with her, and that I would do anything to get her back. I pleaded with her to ask Jane what had happened. I was counting on Jane to be honest, and for once in her life to tell the truth. I should have known better.

Dill was done with me! She had had such a hard time, trusting another man, and now after six weeks, she felt betrayed again. There was nothing I could do to change her mind, so finally, after months of phone calls, visits to the dorm or to lecture halls where she had classes, and a dozen more letters, I gave up hope. The only thing I didn't do was to return the diamond earrings. I kept them, hoping that one day I would get see Dill wear them again. I refused to give them to anyone else.

She didn't talk to me again, and when the semester ended, I decided to leave Poly. That town was cursed for me. I had lost two people there, and I knew I could never go back. I transferred to UCSB, and a couple of years later, I finished up my degree, and got a job in Scottsdale.

I work for a big educational software company, and they have really good benefits, but I'm writing marketing materials for products that I know aren't going to help people learn shit, and I find the whole thing kind of depressing. Besides, I don't like living in this goddamn desert, even if it is kind of pretty around here.

I have had plenty of girlfriends since Dill dumped me, but I never fell in love with any of them. So I just drifted aimlessly from one relationship to the next, spending a few months with one girl or another that I found pretty, hoping that maybe she would become something more than just pretty. But none of them ever did.

Now, I've worked at the company for nine years, and what with its lucrative vacation policy, I was eligible for four weeks of vacation leave each year. I hadn't taken very much time off in the last few, so this year, they made me leave! Told me to take a month off! Told me to go relax somewhere, a Caribbean beach or something! Told me I need to "sharpen the saw." And the crazy part was that when I got back, I still had another eight weeks left in the bank!

I didn't really know what to do. I went home for a week or so, but that got old really fast! So I decided that I would head to the mountains to camp for awhile. I needed some time away. From the desert heat! From the rat race! From my parents! From my boredom!

So, I decided to head up to Shaver Lake in the Sierra Nevadas. We had visited there when I was a kid, and I had always liked going. There was a little campground that I had been to once before called Camp Edison, just outside of the little town and right on the lake. It was tucked between the marina, where I knew I could rent either a canoe or a kayak, and a stable that offered daylong horseback riding outings. Between the two, and the easy access to swimming and fishing, I figured I could occupy myself for a whole week without getting too bored.

On my first day, I rented a kayak, and explored a good deal of the lake, before heading back to my campsite where I slept like a rock after all of the exercise. On my second day, I decided to spend the afternoon horseback riding, so I drove over from my campsite to a place called Shaver Stable, back up on the highway.

After I had filled out all of the paperwork and had given them my credit card, a young kid took me into the barn to show me the horses, asking me a bunch of questions about my riding ability, familiarity with area, etc., so he could recommend the right horse for me. That's when I saw her! In one of the stables, having just finished up her conversation with the owner was Dill! What were the odds?

She looked different, but there was no question, it was Dill all right! She had filled out a little bit, wasn't as skinny as she had been in college, and she looked more muscular. Her hair was different - I couldn't tell exactly how; and she was no longer wearing her glasses. Her face had matured, and there was no two ways about it, she was undeniably beautiful. As soon as I saw her, I asked the young guy if I could talk to him a bit later that there was someone I needed to speak to. I walked over.

"Dill? Is that really you?" She turned toward the voice, and her initial recognition morphed into embarrassment or shame or some other emotion that was sweeping across her face. Then, it morphed again, breaking into a warm, sincere smile. She started walking toward me.

I couldn't help but remember that day on the campus green, the day I literally walked right into her arms. And now it was exactly the same! Nearly 11 years had passed, and it was exactly the same! "Oh, Billy!" she said, as she hugged me tighter than I have ever been hugged in my life. And just like 11 years ago, she conveyed everything that she wanted with those two words and that hug.

Without saying anything more, I imagined her meaning, "I'm so, so sorry! I should never have doubted you! How can I make it up to you? You know I love you! You know I've never stopped loving you!" and million other things that I had wanted to hear all those years ago. But as much as I sensed that was what she would say, I knew I couldn't be sure.

She held me like that for five minutes, and when she finally broke our embrace, I could see that her face was covered in tears. She tried to wipe them away with the sleeve of her blouse, but then I handed her a clean handkerchief.

"Billy! What are you doing here?" she asked, still crying but trying to dab away her tears.

"I could ask you the same, Dill, but okay I'll go first." I paused for just a second. "I came up here to camp. I'm staying back at Camp Edison, and I decided I would spend the afternoon horseback riding. That's about it, I guess!" We walked outside and stood in the cool shade of the pine woods.

"Who are you with? Your girlfriend? Your wife? Some friends?" Dill asked.

"No! God, no! No, I'm here alone! Just me, myself, and I," I said embarrassed.

"I know this is going to sound tactless, Billy, but is there someone? A girlfriend? A wife?"

I dropped my head, thoroughly embarrassed now, shaking it dejectedly side to side. Now was the moment when I was prepared to be completely depressed and saddened by the news that she was living somewhere tremendously exciting and was married to a handsome attorney or a dot.com entrepreneur who climbed mountains or whitewater rafted or something like that. There was no point putting off my disappointment. I might as well get right to it.

"How about you, Dill? What are you doing here?"

"I just sold them a filly! One of my father's horses, Mallory! He's getting a little older now, and so he's slowly starting to sell off the horses."

"What are you doing now, Dill? Where are you living?"

"I'm in Fresno. I'm writing for the Fresno Bee, features mostly. It's not the most exciting place in the world, but the job pays the bills, and I'm doing what I always wanted to do." She spoke with a smile on her gorgeous face, but there was an air of wistfulness to her words and tone. I was about to ask her whether she was married now or engage or... whatever would ruin the unbelievably odd luck of having found the woman that I loved so many years too late.

"Billy?" She had trouble getting started; she obviously didn't know exactly what she wanted to say, but once she got going her words flowed effortlessly. "I owe you an apology, the biggest apology that anyone can owe anyone else. I know now what happened that night, Billy! What happened both of those nights! Jane finally told me, told me everything, after lying to me for years about it, about you. I'm so sorry, Billy! I'm so, so sorry!" She fell into my arms again and began sobbing uncontrollably.

I guess I had been right after all about the hug and those two words that accompanied it. The really awful part was that I was sure that these were tears of regret that now - after she knew the truth about me, about my intentions, about my love for her - we would both have to admit were falling to the ground far too late to do either of us any good. That even though we now both felt really bad about the mistakes that had been made, we also had to face reality and go back to our mundane lives and mull over what might have been.

I realized that I too had to accept my share of the blame - I was probably trying to make Jane jealous when I started up with Dill. And having made Jane jealous, I shouldn't have been surprised at how she reacted. I couldn't deny that it was partly my fault too.

I just held Dill, until her heaving spasms slowly subsided, and it occurred to me then that a woman who is crying is not unlike a woman who is cumming. Both are incredibly vulnerable, and all you can do - if you are a decent, caring male - is to hold them tightly and wait for their shudders to stop. Dill finally looked up at me.

"Billy? I'm certain that what I'm about to say isn't going to make a goddamn bit of difference to you, after what I did, but I want you to know, Billy, that what I did was the biggest mistake of my life, way bigger than what happened to me in high school. And I want you to know that I have regretted it ever since the day that Jane and Chip got married, the day she told me the truth about you."

"Jane's married, now, huh?" I smiled. For some strange reason, it made me happy to know that. At least somebody had found true love. At least I hoped it was true love!

"It's been almost ten years, Billy! They have a son now! He's seven! He's a funny kid!"

"I'm happy for them. Despite everything that happened, I always really liked both of them!"

She smiled at me. "Billy. I don't know why I didn't believe you right away! I knew Jane was capable of lying; I'd seen her do it a thousand times! But there's no excuse for not letting you explain. You had never told me a single thing that wasn't the 100%, honest-to-God truth, so I don't know why I believed Jane, not you. But Billy, when I did that, I lost the best man that I've ever met in my life, that I'll ever meet, so I guess God has punished me for my sin."

I didn't know what to say. I suppose it made me feel better that Dill was sad about what had happened, but I guess I assumed it didn't matter. But then, I thought, I had better ask just so I knew for sure. "Dill? How about you, are you married now?"

"No, Billy."

"Are you seeing somebody?"

"No, Billy."

Then, I thought of something. "Dill? Will you wait here for just a second? I've got something for you in my car. Something of yours that you left with me a long time ago. Hold on, I'll be right back."

They were in my car's glove box. I don't know why they were there, but I had been driving around with them in my car - three different cars - for over 11 years! It was irrational, and probably neurotic as hell, but I just didn't think that it made any sense for anyone else to have them.

I found the box and ran back and handed it to her. I couldn't tell whether she recognized it or not when I gave it to her. But when she opened it and saw the diamond earrings, she started crying again. Then, she hugged me.

"Billy, I can't accept these from you. After what I did to you? I just..." I stopped her. I interrupted her rudely, but I had to! I had to spill my guts.

"Listen, Dill, I need to say something, and when I'm done, you can say anything you want and if you end up throwing these in the woods over there, that's okay." I was staring into her blue eyes now, and I was crying so hard I could barely get the words out. I had to stop several times to finish saying what I wanted and needed to say.