Through Tragedy Comes Love

Emily sprang up to her knees. She took my hands and looked into my eyes. "Well?"

I laughed. "Good things come to those who wait."

She pouted, but her eyes were bright. She pulled me to my feet, and we wandered into the kitchen.

We pulled out the makings for sandwiches and worked together to make enough for all of us.

"So, I was wondering if you might know someone who might be able to watch Ava tonight? Maybe have her over for a sleepover?" I asked, buttering another slice of bread.

Emily's head snapped over to look at me. She had a hungry smile on her face. "Madison should be able to do it again. I'll call her mom to make sure though."

I smiled, as she wiped her hands and ran off to the bedroom for some quiet.

I finished the sandwiches and cut some carrots and celery to go along with it. When I was done, I brought it all to the table, just as Emily came back out, carrying Ava.

Emily buckled Ava into her seat, and we dished out the food. Once she was seated, Emily asked, "So, Ava, did you have fun with Madison the other night?"

"Yeah! Yeah!" Ava replied enthusiastically.

"What do you think about going over to Ava's house tonight and spending the night there with her?"

I smiled over at Emily as she interrogated my daughter.

"Yeah! Yeah!"

"Good. After dinner tonight, dad and I will take you over there."

"Yay! Sweep over!" Ava cheered.

"Sleepover, hun. Sleepover," I said. Ava smiled back at me before taking a monstrous bite from her sandwich. I laughed, "Smaller bites angel."

***

Emily and I walked with Ava between us, as we made the short walk to Madison's house. The entire time, Ava was singing about her getting to play with Madison all night.

When we reached the step, Ava let our hands go and ran ahead of us to knock on the door.

Madison must have been waiting because the door opened right away. "Hey, kiddo!"

"'Adison!" Ava squealed, jumping into her arms.

"I guess someone's made a new friend!" Marcy said, stepping into the doorway.

I smiled up at her. "Thank you for agreeing to take Ava overnight. Especially on such short notice."

She nodded and smiled back. "It's not a problem. She's a nice girl." Then Marcy got to Ava's level where she was hanging off of Madison. "But this little girl will be stuck with me tomorrow when Madison has to go to school."

Ava smiled and reached out toward Marcy. Madison could barely hold onto the rambunctious three-year-old as she leapt for Marcy. Marcy quickly grabbed Ava, and hugged her close for a moment, before setting her down. "Madison, why don't you take Ava and go play."

Her daughter nodded, waved bye and they went off.

I smiled again watching Ava run to have fun. "You have my number?" I asked handing Marcy the backpack with Ava's things.

Marcy nodded. "I've got both of your numbers. Have a good night."

"Thank you. You too."

Emily took my hand and hugged my arm with the other as we strolled back the way we had come.

Though it was cold out, the warmth from how happy I was, made the February air seem balmy.

Emily leaned into me, and I could tell that she was expectant on what my answer for her was. I waited though. We were still on the street, and some neighbours knew our real relationship.

We made it home and stripped off our coats. I smiled over at Emily, as she stood staring at me. She had her hands clasped together, and twisted pointing straight down, and her head cocked off to one side. Her cheeks were still rosy from the February evening cold.

"You look damn cute like that."

She giggled.

I walked up to her and wrapped my arm around her waist and guided her to the living room. When we were both seated, I said, "We need to talk. Okay?"

Emily's face fell. The happiness she had been exuding all afternoon melted from her as she looked at my face.

I smiled. "Hey, calm down. I said good things come to those that wait. That means good things. That doesn't mean that we don't need to talk though. Okay?"

Her smile returned, and she nodded. Her happiness seemed to still be tempered though.

"Okay, so I need to ask you some things, and I need no holds barred honest answers. Okay?" She nodded again. I took a deep breath and looked deep into Emily's eyes. "Em, why do you want me? Wouldn't you be happier finding someone your own age?"

Emily's smile widened. She leaned her head on my shoulder as she answered. "I thought you would ask a hard question. I'll answer your second question first. No, I don't want someone my own age. All the guys and most of the girls are immature pricks. The guys only want to nut and go. I don't want that. I don't want to wait for them to grow up. Hell, I don't want to wait to grow up. I know what I want."

She took a breath before continuing. "Chris, we have been through a lot this past year. I think that everything we've been through has changed us. You and I have certainly gotten closer. Like I said before, we live like a husband and wife. I love Ava. I love you, and I want to be able to show you how much I love you, the way a wife is supposed to." Emily looked back up into my eyes. "Chris, I want to be your wife. I'm never going to find someone my own age, who is as mature as I am. Or is as successful as you. I could search a million years and never find someone I love more than I love you."

"I love you too, Em," I said in wonder at her words. For a moment the other questions I had vanished and all I could think about was the love Emily and I shared. I kissed the top of her head and hugged her one-armed. Slowly the other questions came back to me. "Did you know that what you are proposing is illegal, and poses some hefty prison time? If we were ever caught, we could both be put away for a long time."

Emily smiled and laughed once. "I'm sorry. I know this isn't a laughing matter. Yes, I am aware of what the laws are. I also understand that the intent of the law is twofold. One to stop elder relatives from assaulting younger ones. And two, to help prevent the genetic population from becoming stagnant."

I looked down at her. She lifted her head from my shoulder and evenly returned my gaze. "You've looked into this already?" She smiled and nodded in reply. "And what do you think of the second intent of the law?"

She leaned back away from me, though she still held my gaze evenly. "Ah. There's the hard question. Sure, start me off with easy ones." I couldn't help but smile at her comment. Emily took a breath before answering, "What I think, is that the statistical chance of problems with first-generation incestuous--" I cringed as she spoke the word. "--children are almost identical to that of regular pregnancies. It's only an issue if there is a known genetic disease in the family line. Only in the cases of multi-generational incestuous children that problems typically arise."

I nodded my head in recognition of her answer. "One more serious question, before we get to the super-serious questions. Do you want to have children of your own?"

Emily's eyes tightened ever so slightly. I wasn't sure if they tightened from happiness, fear, or some other emotion. The rest of her face remained impassive. She stared me down. Despite my growing concerns as she remained silent, I waited patiently for her to process my question and formulate an answer.

Finally, Emily smiled and said simply, "Yes."

I couldn't help but smile back. "Okay. Super serious time," I said standing up. I took Emily by the hands and helped her up. I continued holding her one hand as I walked around the coffee table to get a little more room. While I walked, I reached into my pocket for the ring. When I reached the other side of the table, so I was standing beside Emily, I got down on one knee, and held out the ring. As soon as Emily saw what I was doing tears welled up in her eyes, and a smile crept up her face.

"Emily Smith, for the past few months you have been an attentive woman and loving mother to Ava. Would you do me the honour of being my wife?" I slid the ring onto her outstretched finger.

Emily let out a laughing sob and pulled me up. "Yes, you idiot, what do you think I've been asking you for?" She pulled me into a kiss.

I don't know how long we kissed, but it became passionate at the speed of light. Our tongues duelled, and we swapped spit. Only when I started to see stars did we break the kiss. We were both gasping for breath.

***

4

I looked longingly into Emily's eyes. All I could see in those deep blue eyes was love and hope. I would like to think that my eyes reflected the same feelings. I may have had some doubts about this, but I loved Emily, and I had hope for our future.

"Thank you, Chris, for this. I love you. Please take me to our bedroom. I have a gift for you."

My brow crinkled momentarily as I thought about what her gift might be, but I set the thoughts aside because I would find out sooner rather than later.

I swept my one arm around my sister, now fiancé, and knocked her legs out from under her. Emily let out a little squeal as I did so, but when I stood back up, she was cradled in my arms. Emily wrapped her arms around my neck and smiled at me with hooded eyes.

I carried her through the house to the room that is now our bedroom. Once past the threshold to the room, I lowered Emily to her feet and gave her a quick peck. I made the peck quick because I knew that if I did anything more serious, I wouldn't make it to my next action; there was only a minuscule amount of blood going to my head, the rest was being pumped into my raging boner.

I pulled the blankets off the bed so only the fitted sheet was left, and then ran to the linen closet, and grabbed some towels. When the bed was ready, I ripped my shirt off in record time and then turned to Emily.

Emily was still standing where I set her down. It didn't look as though she had moved a muscle. I stopped and watched her. Her breathing was shallow, and though her eyes still gazed lovingly along me, there was something else there. Fear?

I paced over to her and wrapped my arms around her and pulled her close. I rubbed my hands along her back comforting her. It clicked in my mind what gift she wanted to give me. I guided Emily to the bed, and we lay down side by side. I began kissing her slowly, yet passionately.

I moved my kisses from her mouth to her jaw, and down her neck. When I kissed by the back of her ear, she let out a moan.

I didn't stop my kisses, but I spoke between them. "Emily. Nothing has changed. I still love you, and I still want you to be my wife. But are you sure you want to give me your virginity? Are you sure that's what you want?"

I started unbuttoning her blouse as I kissed along her collar bone.

"Gawd yes. Yes. I'm sure. Chris, I'm yours. I trust you. I love you. Just be gentle. Go slow," She panted out, as she ran her fingers through my hair holding me close to her.

I needed no more assurances. I simply moved slowly. I knew that she would need to be keyed up. A woman losing her virginity could be painful in the best circumstance, and worse if the guy didn't take care. I didn't want to hurt my sister, but I knew that a certain amount of pain was inevitable.

I continued worshiping Emily's body, planting kisses over every inch of it as I removed her clothing. As a new piece of clothing vanished, I loved the newly exposed spot. Emily's skin, covered with freckles, was mostly smooth; and yet at the same time, the few imperfections told a story. The scar along her knee reminded me of the time she fell off her bike and bled everywhere. There was a scar on the back of her left shoulder from that same incident. There was a small burn scar on her right thumb from when she was first learning to cook with mom and Sarah and touched the pot in just the wrong spot. Most people have little scars and blemishes across their bodies from life in general, Emily was no different, and I relished the fact that I was able to read these blemishes like a book.

Emily was squirming and moaning from my ministrations, and I hadn't gone anywhere near her groin or breasts yet. Emily lay on the bed in only a matching set of bra and panties. Other than the areas still covered I had kissed every inch of her from head to toe, and there wasn't a single part of her that I didn't desire.

I moved up the bed and lay beside her again. I kissed her deeply and placed my hand on her breast. I could feel her nipple, rock hard, through the fabric. "What do you say we get rid of this?"

As soon as the words were out of my mouth, Emily sat forward enough to reach behind her and unclasp her bra. Less than a second later the bra was across the room, and her panties followed.

I groaned as I took in her fully naked form.

She smiled up at me and said, "Your turn."

I smirked and stood up. I undid my belt, and slowly undid my pants. I didn't do a striptease, but I did take my time. I drew out the action of disrobing. As soon as my boxers pulled free of my erection, Emily's eyes were drawn to it. Naked I climbed back up on the bed beside her.

I cuddled close, which caused my cock to rub against her thigh. We both moaned at the contact.

We went back to making out, and it wasn't long before my lips started migrating down her body again. This time I didn't ignore her fleshy mounds. Instead, I lavished extra attention on them. I sucked her nipple into my mouth, causing a prolonged moan to escape Emily's mouth. I tasted and loved the rubbery flesh in my mouth. I sucked on it, before biting down on the nub with my lips. Emily thrashed and groaned when I did this, and I smiled up at her. I switched to her other breast and gave it the same treatment.

I left my hands to continue rubbing, massaging, and tugging on Emily's breasts and nipples, as my mouth continued its southward journey. It didn't take long to reach her bare mons.

As I kissed her pubis I could smell her sex, and it was intoxicating. I wanted to dive the few inches lower and taste the source of the smell, but I continued my slow methodical journey. I kissed every inch of her, again skipping over Emily's mons, as much as I didn't want to.

When I skipped the mons and started down her leg, Emily huffed, "Stop teasing me!"

I smiled but continued with my plan. As I kissed my way back down her legs, I stuck to the inside. When I reached the sensitive inner thigh, she was wiggling in anticipation. She was doing everything she could to get her pussy to my face as fast as possible.

Finally, I had reached my destination. I was spread out on the bed between Emily's legs, with my mouth inches away from her dripping sex. Her intoxicating pungent aroma filled my nostrils, as gazed upon her nether lips.

I admit I may have gotten a little sidetracked as I gazed lovingly at Emily's perfect little pussy, but Emily corrected that problem. She reached down, grabbed two handfuls of my hair, and pulled me none too gently forward.

I couldn't help but smile and kissed her right over her hooded clit. She cried out as pleasure shot through her. I kissed along her sex, flicking my tongue out occasionally tasting her. She was wondrous, and she tasted almost sweet. I haven't eaten many women, but the few I have, all tasted different, and the only one I could compare my sister to was my wife.

There was a momentary pang of sadness, followed by guilt, and then more guilt that shot through me as the thoughts of my deceased wife came to me. I was saddened because I missed Sarah. Then I felt guilty for having sex with someone who was not Sarah. Then guilt flooded me because I was thinking about my dead wife instead of my betrothed who was enjoying my ministrations.

"Chris. I-- I'm so close!" Emily panted out, oblivious to my thoughts and guilty conscience.

I gave my head a shake to clear the thoughts and rub my tongue on Emily's clit at the same time, redoubling my efforts. Seconds later, Emily's sopping pussy was flooded by a new rush as she went ridged from her climax. Her legs clamped down around my head, and her hands held me close. Her eyes were clamped shut as pleasure shot through her. I continued to lick, suck and kiss her pussy as she rode out her orgasm.

As she settled down, I crawled up beside her. Emily opened her eyes, and she looked over at me. She had a warm content smile on her face. "Chris, that was-- That was more than I could ever imagine."

I was pleased that I was able to make her feel good. "You're welcome."

"Chris, I want your cock in me. Now!"

I chuckled. "Okay. It would probably be better if you were on top then. That way you can control the penetration. I don't know if I can hold back right now."

She laughed, and pushed me onto my back, and threw her leg over me. My cock was laying against my belly, and she lowered herself down on top of it. She slid forward, coating my cock in her juices. I let out a throaty growl from the wet heat, sliding along my shaft. It was exquisite. Emily continued this, getting my shaft good and covered in her cum.

When Emily was happy, I watched as she lifted her hips off of me and reached down. Her fingers gently grasped my prick and lifted it. She aimed it at her virgin hole. Then she toyed with me.

Emily ran the head of my cock through her lips. She would get to the opening and swirl it around. It would feel like she began to lower herself, but then my cock was travelling through her lips again to twirl around her clit. It was almost painful with how good it felt, and all I wanted her to do was impale herself on my rod. It was torture, and I loved it.

"I guess paybacks are a bitch aren't they," I groaned as she repeated the process.

I heard her chuckle, but her breathing was too quick for it to last.

Finally, Emily brought my cock to rest at her opening. Then she stopped. I stared at our joining, not wanting to miss it. Emily didn't move.

I glanced up at her. Emily was staring back at me. When our eyes met, she mouthed, 'I love you,' and lowered herself. Her eyes went wide as the crown entered her honey hole.

Entering Emily's pussy for the first time was beyond language. I simply don't have the necessary vocabulary to explain how good it was. Her moist heat enveloped me slowly, and she was tighter beyond compare. She continued to lower herself on me millimetre by millimetre until she met resistance. Her breathing had been short and erratic, I think my breathing was the same, but when she reached her block, she sucked in a breath as she winced.

She continued to stare lovingly into my eyes, and she started raising herself. She made a few strokes up and down, but she didn't, or perhaps couldn't bring herself to break through.

I ran my hands along her legs, up to her hips. I didn't add pressure up or down. I just supported her.

"Chris. I-- I need your help," She paused as she reached her hymen. She started her way back up. "Help make me a woman."

When she started down this time, I firmed my grip on her hips and pulled. At the same time, I slammed my hips up to meet her. My dick speared through her hymen, and she screamed out in pain. It probably wasn't the best way to go about it, I mean the entire reason Emily was on top was so that she could control things, but it did accomplish the goal.

I pulled her down on top of me and hugged her close. I remained embedded in her as far as I could and didn't move. "Shh, it's done," I said, rubbing her back, trying to comfort her from the pain I'd caused.

I don't know how long we held there, but some time later, Emily started moving. She rocked her hips, shooting pleasure right through my hard prick. She leaned up a bit and kissed me. We made out as she started fucking me.

It wasn't long before she was bouncing on me, writhing in the new sensations coursing through her.

"My gawd, Chris. I can't believe how full you make me feel. You're stretching me."