Summer Surprise Pt. 01

This is a follow up to my story, Halloween Surprise, which took place in October, 2017. This story begins around the Christmas the same year, and goes on from there. This part doesn't have too much in the way of sex, but lays the groundwork for the parts to follow. It touches upon the incest topic raised in Halloween Surprise, and contains some friendly making out and sexual innuendo. A lot of people expressed questions about the epilogue in the first story. This is a telling of how they eventually reach the epilogue. This is Matt's and Dianne's Surprise. There will be two further Surprise stories to come, Chloe's story and Elaine's story, leading to the Epilogue Surprise. I love these characters, so don't be surprised yourselves when they meet other characters you've met in other tales.

Summer Surprise, Pt 1

Elaine gave Matt the bad news the day after Christmas.

"I'm moving to Madison and living with Mom."

"Why?" He pleaded. "We're just getting to know each other again."

"Because we've ended up naked in bed together twice in the last few days. If we don't break ties now, we're going to end up fucking again and I don't want that to happen. I think we have to learn to be brother and sister again, not Frank and Ella, not the whore and the student, and certainly not boyfriend and girlfriend. We found each other under very emotional circumstances and now we care for each other too much. It's clear to me that we can't trust ourselves to be alone together. We need to get our feelings under control before we can safely be around each other."

"We didn't fuck," Matt protested.

"Only two incredible strokes of luck stopped us: Mom calling on Christmas Eve to wish me a Merry Christmas and Chloe coming home early the next day. If those two things hadn't happened, we'd have fucked again already. Don't you remember? I sure do. I have hard time thinking about anything else.

"I was sitting on the couch on Christmas Eve drinking mulled apple cider, and watching the snow covered river when you walked in wearing those ridiculous boxer shorts covered in Santa's elves. You sat down next to me and we started chatting about our plans for the next day. I imagined how funny it would be to see the elves jump as I stroked your cock.

"The sexual tension was overwhelming. I recall thinking that we were creating almost as much heat as a fire would when your hand found it's way under my oversized tee and rubbed my hard nips. Before long, we were playing tonsil tag and groping each other like high school kids. Clothes went flying everywhere, hands and mouths sensuously moved all over each other, and then the phone rang just as you were going to shove your cock into me.

"We sprang apart as if we'd been scalded and I fumbled around looking for my cell phone. It turned out to be our mom calling to wish us a Merry Christmas. I remember the guilty looks we shared throughout that conversation, as well as, the awful gnawing sensation in the pit of my stomach. Despite that, after the call ended, I was still so incredibly turned on I went to bed and spent the next half hour masturbating to fantasies of what might have happened if she hadn't called, before drifting off into a fitful sleep.

"When I woke up the next morning, I heard you bustling about in the kitchen. I remember walking in and immediately noticing both how tired you looked, as if you hadn't slept well, and that you were sporting an impressive erection. When I commented on both, you told me you didn't get much sleep because you spent all night, tossing and turning, while fantasizing about me.

"We tried to lighten the mood, chatting about this and that over breakfast, but the underlying sexual tension never abated. I'll never forget what happened next. You not so accidentally rubbed your cock up against my ass as I was cleaning up our breakfast dishes. You nuzzled my neck and rained kisses down along my shoulder. It made my skin so incredibly sensitive, I wondered if a person could die from sensory overload.

"When you turned me around and started to lift me up, to place me on the countertop, I shoved you back and dropped to my knees. I was thinking that I wanted to give you the best blow job of your life. I used every trick I knew to bring you to the brink of release without actually sucking your cock. Just as I was getting ready to slide you into my hot, wet, mouth, Chloe calls out from the other room that she's come home early to get ready for the Christmas party she was attending. You fled the room and I scrambled to make myself presentable."

"Look at how turned on we both are right now, just thinking about those two near misses. I can't stay here. It's too much and I can't handle it. I don't want to handle it. You're my brother and that's all you can be. We can't be trusted around each other. We're just not ready yet. Maybe one day we'll be ready or we may never be, but we sure aren't fucking ready now."

"Elaine. I just got you back. I don't want to lose you again so soon."

"You're not losing your sister. You're only losing your girlfriend, which I can't be. Mom arranged for my enrollment to change from La Crosse to Madison. When we see each other, it will be under more controlled conditions. It will give me a better opportunity to get to know Mom and Beth again. I know you too well and it's not in a good way. I still think of your cock pumping into me and I crave it. She's coming up here at 6 PM to pick me up. Chloe already knows she's got to find a new roommate. You need to find a new girlfriend. You haven't dated anyone else since you met me."

"I wasn't looking to date anyone when I met you. It's not like I search for women to date. I'm busy working hard at school and looking for a part-time job now that football season has ended."

"Matt, that is complete bullshit and you need to get past it because WE can't happen. You don't date because either Chloe, myself, or both of us are available to go along anytime you want to do something. We provide all the female attention you desire. As for school, your grades have done nothing but suffer since I arrived.

Shit! Matt thought. She was right. He knew she was right. They'd become too close, ending up in an emotionally and sexually rewarding relationship before they'd discovered they were siblings. What he wanted to do to her all the time could easily get them arrested. He'd never fallen as far or fast, for anyone, as he had for his older sister who'd been missing for ten years. She felt like a perfect match for him, her yin to his yang, regardless of the differences in their ages and the fact that she'd worked as a prostitute for most of the time she'd been missing. The truth is he was heartbroken she'd be moving away.

"I don't want you there when Mom picks me up. I'll see your miserable, hang-dog face, I might change my mind. So kiss me like you'll miss me and say goodbye now."

Resisting the urge to make it more, Matt hugged her tightly and kissed her goodbye before reluctantly letting her go. His heart breaking, he watched her walk down the hall, turn and waive, and then disappear down the stairs. When 6:00 pm rolled around Matt was staring down at the Mississippi River from his living room window. The river moved too swiftly to freeze except in isolated pockets. The world was white with new-fallen snow, interspersed with gray rocks and bare brown trees. More snow was falling, flurries dancing and swirling on the wind. There was a knock on Matt's door which interrupted his reverie. Hoping that Elaine had changed her mind, he rushed to the door and threw it open.

Chloe stood outside, her hand poised to knock again.

"Come in," Matt said, standing aside.

"Elaine sent me. She said you'd be miserable and I should come over and lend you a shoulder to cry on."

Matt wrapped Chloe in his arms, hugged her hard, and started crying. "I love her so much," he sobbed.

"Of course you do, you big dummy. I love her too. What's not to love? But remember it's for the best. I saw how guilty you two looked when I got home early. It would only end up in disaster. I'm sorry she turned out to be your sister. It's the shits, but sometimes life sucks and you just have to soldier on to get past it. I'm here to provide you company for the evening. What were you doing?"

"Staring out the window."

"Do you need help staring or should I make us something to eat?"

"I'm not hungry."

"Great. I'm not hungry either. Watching my girlish figure, you know. I brought three movies for your consideration: 'An Affair to Remember' if you want to continue crying some more; Adam's Rib' if you'd like to switch it up and get a few laughs; or 'Of Human Bondage' if you feel like hating on women for a little while before moving on. It's the original, of course, with Bette Davis not the inferior later one with Kim Novak."

"'Adam's Rib' is the one where Spencer Davis and Katherine Hepburn are competing lawyers married to each other right?"

"You got it, tiger. Katherine Hepburn, my favorite actress in all the world."

"Let's watch that one," Matt said.

Chloe put the movie in the DVD player, turned on the TV, sat on the couch, and cradled Matt's head in her lap and they watched the movie. Although Matt laughed a little during the movie, she knew her plan had only partially worked. Unfortunately, she still had her work cut out for her.

******

Matthew made it back home to Madison to see Elaine a couple times during the first month. It was always good to see her, but as promised, Elaine never saw him alone. His Mom or Beth were always with her. He became very depressed when it finally sank in that Elaine was never going to be any more than a sister to him again. His grades suffered and he rarely left his apartment except for going to classes or work. He lost weight and stopped eating or sleeping well.

Chloe noticed that Matt was in a blue funk. She tried to nudge him to into taking an interest in things again but he was completely indifferent. Nothing seemed to snap him out of it. Even her attempts to introduce him to other women failed miserably.

Matt woke up one day to a loud banging on the door. When he opened the door, Chloe shouldered her way past him and into the room, not waiting for an invitation. She started taking off her clothes.

"What the fuck are you doing, Chloe?"

"What's it look like I'm doing?"

"It looks like you're getting naked."

"Good guess, brainiac. I want you to, you know, fuck me: nail me, drill me with your dick, screw me with your cock.""

"What about the whole lesbian thing?"

"We've fucked before. It didn't kill me then and it won't kill me now."

Chloe finally had all her clothes off and she looked good standing in front of him naked. Maybe even better than when they dated, before she'd figured out who she was sexually.

"Put your clothes back on."

Instead, Chloe moved closer and put her arms around him, pulling his head down for a passionate kiss. Matt pulled back and snatched her arms down from around his neck.

"I don't want a pity fuck."

"What other kind of fuck are you going to get? You don't date anyone. You barely leave your apartment except for work or classes. You sit around all fucking day and night moping like some big doofus. We don't do anything anymore and I'm sick of this shit. I'd be a lousy fucking friend if I didn't try to kick your ass in gear. You need to do something to get kick-started and I figure sex will do the trick. So here I am to offer you a pity fuck because you're not going to get any other kind unless you get the hell out of your apartment."

"You don't want to fuck me."

"I also don't want to look at your pitiful, woe is me, I can't fuck my sister anymore, bullshit face either. Looks like neither one of us is going to get what we want, doesn't it? I'm willing to throw you a bone because I'm your friend and I'm tired of what you've become."

Matt looked at her and had to admit that she did look great. He felt his cock stir for the first time in a month..

"You look good, Chloe," he said.

"I don't look good, shit for brains, I look great, and you know it. Are we going to fuck or what?"

As tempted as he was, Matt replied, "Or what. Put your clothes back on."

"Not unless you promise to come with me now and do something."

"Like what?"

"Anything really; we could go for a walk, go to a restaurant, go swimming, go to a play or a movie, or go canoeing for fucks sake. I don't really give a shit as long as you're doing something besides sitting alone in here."

"Fine, we'll go for a walk and grab a pizza after."

"Are you sure? I'm perfectly willing to share this gorgeous fucking bod with you to jump start your heart, dickhead." She waved her hands up and down her body as she spoke.

"Thanks, but no thanks. I'm the wrong gender for you and you know it."

"Doesn't mean I didn't enjoy the sex, Matt. The emotions just weren't there."

"Fine. I get it. I'm a great lover who doesn't know how to pick out girlfriends."

"You certainly screw it up royally: first, a fucking lesbian; then, a self-centered twit; and finally, your sister. You can't be trusted with these kinds of decisions. Someone else needs to make these choices for you, and that someone is me. Last chance. The clothes will be going on again if you don't take advantage of these saucy boobs and this delicious cunt."

Matt's cock was seriously hard right now. "Really. Put your clothes back on."

Chloe started putting her clothes back on. Matt politely turned away as she did; though, he couldn't help sneaking a couple of peeks early on in the process. He really didn't deserve a friend like Chloe. He had been a hermit and a jerk lately.

"You can look again, sad sack," Chloe said. "Any chance that erection will go away on its own?"

"You weren't supposed to see that."

"What? I'm blind? Actually, it's nice to know I can still give you a hard on. I don't want only lesbian roles when I become a Hollywood actress. Need to be able to turn on the other half of the human race too. I want to have sex appeal to everyone."

"You got your wish. You're not lacking in sex appeal. Let's go."

They took a long walk along the river, remaining mostly silent, though occasionally talking about this and that. Having worked up a bit of an appetite, they went to their favorite pizza joint.

After ordering, Chloe said, "I'm serious, bud. Life is passing you by. You need to give up the whole depressed hermit routine and get back out there. While you've been wallowing, your grades have gone to shit, your social life has tanked, and your friend skills have sadly deteriorated. Just saying. It's time to give up the pity party and join the human race again."

"And do what?"

"Start going out again, for one. Elaine is not the only woman in the world, no matter how much you might think so now. Run a few new ones up the flagpole and see how it goes. Eventually, you'll meet some nice woman who isn't your sister. You've got a lot to offer the right girl, but you'll never meet her if you continue hiding in your apartment. I'm going to start suggesting some nice hetero girls for you to go out with. It's for your own good, believe me. Just remember, the alternative is me coming back to your apartment, stripping naked, and tying you to the bed while I fuck you senseless."

"You don't want to have sex with me," Matthew said.

"Honestly, no I don't. I much prefer the fairer sex. So, if you want to save me from your nasty male cock, you'll quit fighting me on this. I know this cute little redhead who'd like to meet you. Here's her number. I want you to call her before Wednesday and make a date for Friday. Eventually, we'll find someone who sticks. Agreed?"

"Fine." Matt took the slip of paper and looked at it. "Erin, huh."

"Yeah, Irish I think. Looks Irish anyway. She works on costumes and set decoration. I know she's into guys because she turned me down flat."

"I'll call her."

"Great, otherwise you're going to end up licking some lezzie labia. Just saying."

Matt called Erin up and they went on a couple dates, but it never went anywhere. The cycle would repeat itself every couple of weeks. Chloe would introduce him to someone new, they'd go on a few dates, and then it quickly fizzled out. Matt tried to be polite but he knew he wasn't putting enough effort into it. More often than not, he was sullen and taciturn, answering their questions monosyllabically. He didn't ask them many questions because he didn't care about the answers. After he crashed and burned with four of them, Chloe sort of gave up on introducing him to new women. She decided to leave well enough alone, since he'd at least left the confines of his apartment and was doing more with his life. She was glad to see that his grades started to get better and he was eating and working out again. His love life would just have wait until his misery eased.

******

It's too bad Elaine had to leave for Madison, Chloe thought. We liked each other, got along well, and had some things in common. She found herself getting annoyed at the thought of interviewing roommate candidates for the third time. The last two roommates sure hadn't lasted long. One was disturbed by all the lesbian sex going on and the other kept falling behind on her share of the rent. Chloe's folks weren't made of money and neither was she, so the hunt was still on for a suitable roommate; though, it was becoming truly tiresome.

Everyone she interviewed had issues with something: their attitude towards her sexuality, their not getting to fuck her, their inability to afford the rent or their other stupid bullshit. She hoped the next candidate wasn't an obnoxious lesbophobe like the last person she interviewed. Gritting her teeth, she recalled that fiasco.

"You're kidding me? You're a lesbian?"

"It's not a disease, honey. You can't catch it."

"I suppose you only want me to stay here so you can seduce me and get me involved in your filthy little habits?"

This one was already a no-go, but Chloe hated her attitude. My God, to think in this day and age anyone gave a flying fuck what anyone else did in private was too much.

"Only if you want to, sugar. I'm not a rapist. I find plenty of girls who enjoy what I have to offer. What I want is someone who'll pay her share of the rent."

"There's no way I'm staying in a house with a pervert."

"Fuck you! Thou doth protest too much, I think. You're probably a closet queer. I bet I'd have you lapping my cunt in two weeks."

"You're disgusting!"

"And you're a close minded bitch. I wouldn't let you stay at my place on a bet."

"Good riddance to bad rubbish," Chloe mumbled as the bitch stormed out.

Realizing she had to get moving, Chloe took a couple aspirin to kill her sudden headache, breathed deeply, and then headed to the kitchen to interview the next potential roommate.

"Hi, my name is Chloe Hamilton and I'm a theater arts major and I'm looking for a roommate. What's your story?"

"My name's Dianne Rogers and I'm in accounting. The last lady who stormed out of here seemed pretty upset. What was her problem?"

"She had a problem with my sexuality, so let's get that out in the open right away. I'm a lesbian. Do you have a problem with that?"

"Are you going to persist in trying to hook up with me even if I say no, I'm not interested?"

"No. I'm looking for a responsible person who can pay her share of the rent, not a girlfriend."

"Then I don't care about your sexual orientation."

"Why are you going to college? Trying to snag a husband?" Chloe asked.

"Been there, done that. My husband died and I'm not looking for anything other than an education."

"I'm so sorry. What happened?"

"He was killed by an IED blast while on tour in Afghanistan with the military. It happened over a year ago. The wounds aren't fresh anymore but they still aren't completely healed. I'm not looking for anyone to take his place, not ready for that just yet."