Through Tragedy Comes Love

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Good day Readers!

This is my first upload to anywhere in a LONG time. I hope you enjoy it, and whether I continue the story or not will depend on how well people like it. So, please vote, and comment.

I would also like to give the usual disclaimers, that this is a complete work of fiction. All characters are 18+ at the time anything sexual is happening.

Chapter ‘0’ is complete backstory and buildup to the events that begin in chapter 1. I would have to say that this is not a quick wank story, so keep that in mind.

Enjoy!

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Life is a truly fickle thing. Lots of good things followed by bad things.

Growing up I was an only child with loving parents and a few good friends. We lived in a nice small town in a rural area of Southern Ontario. I was able to walk to school in the mornings. Both for elementary school, and high school. This was a benefit, in my mind. I was able to sleep in, unlike the sleep-deprived zombie kids that rode the bus. The world was good to me. I even thought I knew what I wanted to be when I grew up, unlike most of the other guys I knew.

My world changed, however, when my mom announced that she was pregnant. It was Christmas, and I was 15. My parents thought that I would love to have a sibling and would be overjoyed at the news. It just made me sad. I knew that my life was never going to be the same. I just didn’t realize the extent that my new sibling was going to change my life.

The pregnancy was not easy on my mother, and there were some complications early on. With the closest hospital with a birthing unit over two hours away by ambulance, the decision was made to move to the city.

My father, being a licensed carpenter and electrician, had no issue finding work in the city, and by the end of January had purchased a house. My parents hired a moving company to pack our house so that I didn’t have to miss any school, and my mother would be able to rest. Before the middle of February, my entire life was uprooted.

New city, new house, new school, newly arriving family. Despite all of that I adapted.

I loved the small town because I could go camping, fishing, whenever, and almost wherever I wanted. My friends and I would wander the countryside for hours getting into whatever trouble or work we could find. More than one farmer paid us with a cold beer for shovelling shit or stacking hay bales.

The city wasn’t as bad as I was expecting either though. I quickly made new friends at school, and they showed me what fun there was in town. I went to my first movie without my parents. There was a club for kids where we went dancing. Dancing wasn’t really my thing, but it was fun watching everyone else bounce around. It was all completely strange and foreign, and yet not terrible.

Soon enough, my baby sister, Emily, was born. Despite the pregnancy being hard on my mom, Emily was born strong and healthy. Then I had to contest with her wailing screams at two in the morning, and the constant need for attention that all babies needed.

I graduated high school at 17, the year after she was born. I knew that I wanted to join the trades, and my dad offered to take me on as an apprentice. I readily agreed. As a graduation present my parents even bought me all the basic tools that I needed to start working. Not even a week after finishing my last day of school, I was on the worksite with my dad drinking in the knowledge he had to offer.

As Emily got older, I started babysitting her. And I always seemed to be called to perform the task on the weeks when a party or some other function was going on.

Even still I grew to love the little brat.

As Emily grew and started kindergarten, I received my carpenter licence and moved out, buying my own house, one that I could fix up. I loved living with my parents, but at twenty it was time to branch out.

Just because I had my carpenter licence, however, didn’t mean my education was complete. I immediately enrolled as an electrical apprentice under my father. That didn’t mean a whole lot really. I got up and went to work just like every other day for the past four years. It was even the same work I was doing. Only now it counted towards my next licence.

My dad had always encouraged me to get as many licences and certificates as I could manage. He always said that it would ensure that I had a good-paying job to be able to provide for my family. That bit of wisdom stuck with me and has proven true.

For the next few years, I lived for work. I learned all I could from my dad and the other guys who worked for him. I loved it. I loved being able to work with my hands and see the end result at the end of the day. There was something there. Something tangible that I could take pride in.

So, as it turned out, moving, and getting a little sister wasn’t the worst thing in the world. One of the best things in the world happened to me a few years later though. I was twenty-two, and my dad landed a job at a local sorority house. This wasn’t the normal kind of job we took, but I think he took this job because of me. I think that my parents wanted me to start seeing someone to be able to give them grandbabies. I didn’t meet many women because I was always working, so they made me work where the ladies were. In the end, their plan worked.

The sorority had just purchased this old house to use as their new chapter house. The issue was that the house was ancient and was desperately in need of updating. That is where we came in. The job was supposed to take about a month, and my dad even hired a couple of extra people to make sure that we finished the job on time.

While there I met Sarah Parker. A gorgeous woman getting a bachelor’s degree in HR Management. She was taller than many women, meeting my 5′-10″, with flowing blond hair, vivid blue eyes and an athletic build. She ended up being my Amazon woman.

Immediately she took an interest in me, and always found a way to be around when I was working. She brought me snacks and drinks and even helped with some of the work. We chatted and got to know each other, and it wasn’t long before we started dating.

Within a year, and just after Sarah had graduated university, she moved in with me. Life was great. Sarah was great. The sex was great. She was my Amazon warrior woman, whom I couldn’t imagine being without.

A year later, I completed my electrician apprenticeship. Fully licenced, my dad brought me into the business as an equal shareholder. Though I was licenced, my education still didn’t end. My dad started taking me along and teaching me the ropes of how to quote out the work and bid on projects. Of course, I knew the basics simply by working with him for the last seven years, and as part of the apprenticeship courses, but now he was teaching me the nuance of the art of negotiation. The people aspect.

Sarah’s and my relationship continued to grow over the years, and Sarah fell in love with my family. She and Emily became quick friends. Sarah told me once that she had always wanted a sister, and Emily was as close as she could come to getting one.

Three years after Sarah and I started dating, I took her out for a fancy dinner, and got down on one knee and asked her to marry me. Of course, she said yes. She was almost ready to run to the nearest church and ask the minister to marry us right there on the spot. I was able to persuade her to at least let us call our parents to be there.

Once she calmed a little, she realized that there was planning that needed to happen. Her mother was able to get her to push the date back a year to be able to send invitations and do the wedding properly. It was one month after my 26^th birthday when Sarah and I were wed.

Emily, at ten, was the perfect flower girl. Sarah made sure that Emily’s dress was an exact copy of her wedding gown, although much smaller. They both looked stunning. Emily looked like a miniature copy of Sarah other than instead of having blond hair, Emily’s was red.

Soon after we arrived back from our honeymoon to Hawaii, both of our parents started asking us about grandkids. Sarah and I had talked about it before getting married, and we both wanted kids. We agreed that our finances were good and that this would be a good time to have a child, so we tried.

As I said earlier, life can be fickle. So much good in our lives, and then we tried to have a kid. For four years we tried unsuccessfully to have a kid. We went to the doctor and were both tested, and we were both fertile. The doctors weren’t sure why we hadn’t conceived. They offered treatments and suggestions. We did what we could. We screwed like rabbits to make sure that my sperm would be waiting for when Sarah ovulated. We tested often and did everything we were supposed to. Still no baby.

We were both disheartened. But we kept trying. It was hard on both of us to want something that we couldn’t seem to get. No matter how we tried.

Finally, five years after getting married, Sarah became pregnant. I was in the process of making our eggs for breakfast when I heard Sarah scream from upstairs. Not knowing what was wrong I pushed the pan off the burner and ran for her.

I pushed through the bathroom door and saw her staring at the pregnancy test in her hand.

She turned slowly to look at me, and she had a look of wonder on her face. “I’m pregnant!”

All was right in the world again!

Despite the challenges of getting pregnant, Sarah’s pregnancy went well and was easy. Our daughter, Ava, was born early, one Tuesday morning. She had a full head of red hair to match her aunt’s, her mother’s vivid blue eyes, pouty lips, and chubby cheeks.

Sarah never went back on birth control, but never again became pregnant. It seems God intended us to only have one child.

Once Ava was born, Emily started coming over more. She spent as much time with Ava as she could, and she helped where she could. If Sarah were cooking and had to stop to feed Ava, Emily immediately took over in the kitchen until Sarah could come back. Emily was staying over so often, helping out, and, when Ava was a little older, babysitting, that the guest room became hers. It was her home away from home.

I think that our parents liked that Emily was spending time here with us. There was a large part of Emily’s life where I was not there. I was working with Dad or at my home. Due to our age difference, my role in Emily’s life was closer to that of an uncle than a sibling.

Life was good. Business was booming, Ava had just started preschool this past September, and Emily was to graduate high school at the end of the school year.

Then life became great. I won the lottery! And not just $50 on a scratcher.

I was driving home from a long day of pulling wire in the new house we had been hired to build, glad it was Friday near the end of March. I stopped at the grocery store to grab some cold beer and something for dinner. I don’t normally buy a lottery ticket, but when I saw the flashing sign saying that the jackpot was sixty million, I thought what the hell and picked up a ticket.

Emily had picked Ava up from preschool for us, and she decided to stay the night. We all stayed up later than usual playing scrabble. When we finished our 4^th game, Ava, who had been sitting on my lap ‘helping’ me, was rubbing her eyes. Sarah picked her up and put her to bed while Emily cleaned up the game. I wandered into the kitchen. I had seen Emily eyeing my beer all night. She had been helpful, it was Friday, and one certainly wouldn’t hurt her. I shrugged and grabbed a couple of beers as I walked back to the living room.

Sarah was already back as well. Ava must have dropped right off. I handed each of the girls a beer. Sarah raised an eyebrow at me. I shrugged in response, “She’s seventeen.”

Emily was shocked as well. “Chris, are you sure?”

I smiled. “Yes.”

I sat on the couch and flipped on the 11:00 news, cracked my beer and enjoyed feeling my wife’s body cuddled up next to me.

It was funny watching Emily try her first beer. She hesitantly opened the bottle and sniffed the contents, before taking a tiny sip. She looked pensive as she let the liquid wash through her mouth. She must have approved because she took a larger pull.

The news anchor was reading out the winning lottery numbers for the different lottery games, which reminded me of the ticket I had purchased. I quickly pulled it out. Neither Sarah nor Emily made any mention of the ticket.

Finally, the anchor started reading the big lottery numbers. And each number he said, was on my ticket.

“We won,” I said quietly. I was stunned. I couldn’t believe it.

Sarah looked over at me. “What do you mean, we won?”

I handed her the ticket, and she checked the numbers as well. My Amazon woman let out a whop! I couldn’t believe Ava slept through it.

Emily remained silent, watching us, as we bounced and celebrated.

That night, after Sarah and I had wicked celebratory sex, while we were cuddling, we agreed that we would keep working, despite not needing to now, but we would be sure to take a nice long holiday.

It took a little more than a week to arrange the lawyer, accountant and set up the appointment to collect the money. In that time, we learned that Sarah couldn’t get off work immediately for an extended vacation, and we quickly agreed to send all of our parents on an all-expenses-paid month-long vacation. That would give Sarah the time needed to arrange the time off, and it allowed my father and I to not be off work at the same time.

Sarah’s and my parents decided to travel together to Scotland. This kind of surprised me, but I was happy to be able to send them on this trip. There was a little bit of planning, but they were on their plane by the third week of April. Emily moved in with us for the month so that she wouldn’t have to be home alone all the time.

I think mom just wanted to make sure that Emily wouldn’t be able to throw any wild parties being home alone for the month.

While the parents were on their trip, Sarah and I were planning where we would be going. We talked about going back to Hawaii, or possibly New Zealand.

Emily seemed kind of down, so I assured her that when she graduated this summer, I would send her on a trip with some friends too.

Ava didn’t really know what was going on, or what the excitement was all about, but she was as happy as ever.

Again, life throws a wrench into things when they are going well. And this particular wrench was devastating.

Our parents were due back, and Sarah, Emily, Ava, and I agreed to throw a big welcome home party in their honour. It was a beautiful late May day. The sun was shining, and the sky was blue. It was the perfect day for a barbeque.

The flight was delayed slightly at takeoff due to weather, mom messaged us when their plane started their descent. Wanting to have everything ready for when they got here, Emily and I started cooking, while Sarah went to pick them up from the airport.

The burgers were cooked, and I figured that they would be home, but there was no sign of Sarah’s car. I tried her cell and our parents’ cells. But there was no answer. So, I kept the food warm and hoped they got here soon.

There was a knock at the door.

I was puzzled as to who it could be. Sarah or any of our parents would have just walked right in.

I opened the door. Two police officers were standing there, with grim looks on their faces. A coldness settled over me.

“Mr. Christopher Smith?” The shorter officer asked.

“Yes.”

“My name is Constable Marrie, and this is my partner Constable Stanley. We need to speak with you, may we come in?”

I simply nodded and moved out of the way.

We all walked into the house, and to the dining room. Emily, holding Ava, joined us.

“This is my sister Emily, and my daughter Ava,” I introduced.

Constable Marrie nodded at the introduction and jumped right into what he had to say. “I’m afraid we have some bad news for you. There has been an accident–” Dread washed over me. “–your wife Sarah, parents, and in-laws have been killed. Their car was t-boned on the driver’s side by a loaded dump truck that lost control. There were no survivors of the accident.”

Emily and I burst into tears. Emily held Ava close.

Life was great, and now it seemed like it was ending.

The officers stayed with us until the grief counsellors arrived. We were put in touch with all the support and help we could need, and our burgers were left on the barbeque to turn to charcoal.

The support in our community was great. The funeral home manager took care of everything, and our lead hand worker took care of the business, closing out the jobs we had going. All of our friends, Emily’s and mine helped where they could. Together they made everything as easy as it could be.

Despite all the support, Emily took the loss of our mom and dad, and my wife hard. She didn’t want to go to school, and I didn’t force her. I thought it would be best to let her deal with her grief how she thought best. What I didn’t take into account, was that because she missed so much school, they wouldn’t let her graduate. Emily would have to complete another semester to get the credits she needed.

Ava’s three-year-old mind didn’t really understand that Mommy, Oma and Opa, and Grammy and Grampy won’t be coming back. She kept asking when they would be home. Every time she did, it would make both Emily and I burst into tears.

Emily moved in with me full time, and we spent the next weeks going through all of our parents’ possessions. We kept what was sentimental, and donated the rest to charity, before selling the house. It was a good house, but neither Emily nor I wanted to be in it. It held too many memories, painful now that they were gone.

There wasn’t a huge adjustment period for Emily and I living in the same house. Emily had stayed over often enough that it just seemed right. However, we did have to divide the chores that Sarah usually took care of between us. By the time our parents’ house had sold we were well adjusted to living together.

Emily started doing most of the traditional domestic chores and looking after Ava. This worked well for me because I started to throw myself into my work. I started working eighty-plus hours a week, but I always tried to find time to spend with Ava and Emily each day.

Where I threw myself into my work to deal with the grief of so much loss, Emily seemed to just get over it. While we were going through our parent’s things, and dealing with the funeral she was depressed, not eating, or sleeping well. Then when she started doing more chores and taking care of Ava, she seemed to snap out of it. It was as if a switch had been thrown.

The summer went by me working as much as I could, and Emily and Ava acting for all intent and purpose as mother and daughter. We tried to do some things together like going to the zoo, or children’s museum, something to try and enjoy my new wealth, but it always made me sad. I couldn’t believe that Sarah wasn’t there with Ava and I to enjoy it.

As the summer waned Emily got ready to go back to school. We tried to arrange it so that she could just write the exams as she had competed almost the entire last semester. The school board wouldn’t allow it. They insisted that she retake the semester to gain the credits.

Ava was excited to be going back to preschool. She missed all of her school buddies.

It worked out for us that Emily was able to take Ava to preschool in the mornings and pick her up from preschool when she was done. And because Emily had already done most of the work for school the year before she wasn’t spending as much time on homework without compromising quality or her grades.

Emily started cooking more, and initially, it was rough. She burned more than one casserole throughout the summer, but she got better. By the time she graduated, six months later, I quite enjoyed her cooking.

Of course, with the start of the school year comes the holiday season, and that was rough for all of us. Emily and I were depressed that it was only us. Thanksgiving and Christmas were both quiet and sombre affairs.

The new year gave us a real reason to celebrate though. Emily graduated high school. The official word came in the second week of February, a week after completing her exams. Though I had promised to send Emily on a trip as a graduation present, neither she nor I wanted her to go anywhere. Instead, I decided to take her out for an evening on the town. We agreed to go on the next Friday.

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I finished tying my tie, looking in the mirror over the fireplace, before sitting on the couch to wait for Emily to come downstairs.

“I’ll be ready in just a moment,” Emily yelled out.

Ava looked up at me from where she was playing on the floor with her dolls and asked, “When is bab-ee sit-her comin’?”

I smiled at her. “Babysitter,” I corrected her pronunciation while I looked at my watch. “She should be here any minute,” I answered her question.

One of Emily’s friend’s younger sisters, from across the street, had a babysitting business, and I hired her to look after Ava while we were out.

I heard Emily coming down the stairs. I stood up and turned to look at her. My breath caught.

Emily was stunningly beautiful. She was wearing a full-length, royal blue, A-line sleeveless dress, with white pumps, and a long white shawl over her shoulders. Her hair was hanging loose with slight curls in it. She was putting in her last earring as she came down, and when she looked at me, there was a twinkle in her vivid blue eyes.

“What?” she asked, raising her eyebrow.

I realized my mouth was hanging open. “Um, sorry. You’re beautiful.”

She blushed slightly and looked down. “Thank you.”

The doorbell rang, and I answered the door.

“Hey, Madison. C’mon in.” I stood aside so she could enter.

After going over what Ava could or couldn’t have, when her bedtime is, and where the emergency numbers are, Emily and I got ready to go.

“So, Madison here’s forty dollars so you can order a pizza or something. If you have any trouble, just give me a call.”

Ava was hanging off of Madison as she took the money from me, and they both had a big smile on their faces. “Thank you, Mr. Smith. I think Ava and I will have a good time tonight.”

“Don’t have too much fun now,” I said, pulling on my suit jacket.

Emily and I both kissed Ava, before walking out to the car. The car still had the new car smell. Not wanting to have to take Emily out with my work truck, I bought a Toyota C-HR to replace Sarah’s wrecked van.

I walked with Emily to the passenger side of the car and opened the door for her.

“Why thank you, good sir,” she said smiling.

“My pleasure Mademoiselle.”

Once we were both in the car, I started the engine and pulled out onto the road. “So, Miss Graduate, where do you want to go for dinner?”

“Um, how about that steakhouse you like? What’s it called? The Keg?”

I nodded my agreement.

It was a short drive to the restaurant, which was spent in companionable silence.

There was a stark difference between Emily and Sarah. Sarah would have been talking constantly as we drove, and I loved to hear her, and talk with her about whatever topic she chose. With Emily though, we spoke, and meaningfully, but we were both just happy to share each other’s presence as well.

I pulled into the parking spot and got out of the car. I walked to the front waiting for Emily, but I didn’t hear her door open. When I looked back at the car, she was still sitting in her seat, looking at me with one eyebrow raised.

I smiled and walked around to the passenger side and opened her door.

She smiled before saying, “About time.”

“I beg your forgiveness, Mademoiselle.”

She got out and when the door was closed, she took my arm. Together we walked into the restaurant.

Emily ordered the filet mignon with a tea, and I had the steak and lobster, with a glass of wine. I could see her eyeing my wine, and though I was fine with her having a glass, the restaurant would never serve her.

It was a lovely dinner. We spent the time talking about how well Emily had done in school. By being forced to take an extra semester she was able to raise her average and graduate with honours.

Neither of us brought up the future or the past. There was too much uncertainty and hurt with those topics. Instead, we just stayed in the now, simply enjoying each other’s company.

It seemed like dinner lasted only a few moments, but when I looked at my watch while I paid for our meal, we had been there for two hours.

Emily took my arm again as we walked out to the car. This time, however, I led her to the driver’s door.

She looked at me questioningly, and I simply held out the keys to her.

“Are you seriously giving me the car?”

I hadn’t thought of giving her the car until she’d asked. Though I had only had two glasses of wine and was probably okay to drive, I didn’t want to chance it. I was just going to let her drive, but the way her face lit up, made my heart melt.

“Of course, I am.” I smiled. “You deserve it, and you’ll need it to get places.”

She screamed, jumping up wrapping her arms and legs around me, her dress riding up her toned legs. I almost lost my balance but was able to wrap my arms around her and take a step to not fall in the snow. And then she truly caught me by surprise. She kissed me.

This kiss was not a kiss that would have been shared by most siblings.

Her warm soft lips pressed into mine, and my lips melted against hers. I felt her tongue lightly graze along my lips before she pulled away and looked into my eyes.

“I love you, Chris. I hope you know that.”

To say I was surprised by her actions, was an understatement, and my heart was pounding because of them. Her words, though, truly hit me in the feels.

“I love you too, Emily.”

She gave me another quick yet affectionate kiss before returning to her own two feet and fixing her dress. I could still feel the warmth where she had been hanging on me. She let me open the door for her, and we headed back to the road, Emily at the wheel.

I didn’t know what to think about that kiss we shared. It had been more than eight months since I had felt any sort of intimate contact and the kiss made me realize how much I missed the feeling of a woman.

The traffic light turned red, and Emily brought the car to a stop. She looked at me. “What now? Where do you want to go?”

“Well, tonight’s your celebration. What do you want to do?” I replied.

“How about we go dancing? Is there someplace we can do that?”

My opinion on dancing hadn’t changed over the years, but I quickly agreed. “Sure. If you turn left at the next light, there is a club a few blocks up.”

The light changed and Emily took us to the club. We had to drive around the block to find a parking spot. As we walked Emily took my hand and stayed close to my side. The line was moving quickly and before we could get a chill in the February evening air, we were in the club surrounded by dancing people and thumping music.

We were overdressed compared to most of the other people at the club, but Emily didn’t seem to care. Her eyes were bright trying to take in everything at once. She led the way to one of the tables along the periphery of the dance floor.

Before we had even seated ourselves, a serving lady leaned in and asked, “What can I get you to drink?” She had to almost yell it to be heard over the music.

“I’ll have a double scotch on the rocks,” I yelled back. And the serving lady nodded that she understood, before turning to Emily.

Emily leaned in close to the lady, placing a hand on her arm, and spoke into her ear. I’m not sure what she ordered or said, but the serving lady got a big smile on her face nodding before going to complete our order.

Emily then slid her chair closer to mine and snuggled up against my side while we waited for our drinks. I would have liked to have been able to talk but the music was much too loud to be able to do so comfortably.

The serving lady came back and placed our drink on the table. If I were to guess what Emily’s drink was, it was an Arnold Palmer. When I picked up my scotch on the rocks it was a three-finger pour.

“If this is a double, I’m sold!”

It was the smoothest and best-tasting scotch I’d ever had.

Seeing my reaction, Emily smiled at me.

We sat there while we finished our drinks, and as soon as I downed the last of my scotch Emily pulled me out onto the dancefloor. The music was thumping, and the beat pulled at me. We both moved to the beat, Emily more so than me. I was entranced watching her move and gyrate to the music.

She gave coy smiles at me, as we moved, and I watched her. Warmth spread over me, and I wasn’t sure if it was from the alcohol, or something else.

We danced through three songs before I bowed out. Emily looked sad but followed me back to the table. Emily caught the eye of the waitress, and it wasn’t long before two more drinks were on the table before us.

Emily leaned into me, and said into my ear, “I’m having so much fun. Thank you, Chris. I love you.”

I looked over at her, and she was flushed, and her vivid blue eyes were full of emotion. I searched her face, and my eyes settled on her lush lips. The kiss with Emily’s arms and legs wrapped around me popped into my mind, and again warm feelings flooded me.

I pulled my eyes away. What is going on? I asked myself and downed my scotch.

When I glanced back at Emily, she was in the process of looking away and had a knowing smile.

She glanced back at me, and her smile changed again to her usual bright smile. “Let’s dance again,” she said as the music changed once again.

Though I didn’t really want to dance more, I nodded my agreement. This was after all her night. I let her lead me back out onto the dance floor.

Through the first song, we danced much as we had the first time. I moved to the beat enough to qualify as dancing and little more. Though I had to admit the alcohol was helping me loosen up some. Emily moved more. I couldn’t keep my eyes off of her, and when she would glance over her shoulder at me, she would give me a coquettish smile, and though I couldn’t be sure, she would give her butt an extra wiggle.

As the music flowed and changed into the next song, Emily’s dance changed again. The music had a harder beat now, with more hard stops. There would be half-second pauses, where many of the dancers would stop their movements to match the beat.

At the second of these pauses, Emily’s eyes snapped in my direction. I swallowed from the hungry look in her eyes. The best analogy I can come up with is a hunting cat that has spotted its target. Eyes locked on; butt wiggle ensues before the pounce. And pounce Emily did.

When the steady beat started up again, she strode for me. Her feet impacting the ground in time with the beat, and she was one sexy feline. She walked right up to me and grabbed my tie as the next pause ensued.

I was frozen. I didn’t know what to do. I didn’t know how to handle this. Not even Sarah, my Amazon woman had done anything like this to me. How am I supposed to handle my sister, out on the hunt with apparently me being the target?

When the beat started again, she pulled me down and kissed me passionately. Her tongue twirled with mine. My body’s automatic reactions took over, and I kissed her back. I went to move my arms around her, but she was gone. When I opened my eyes, she was smiling, and just out of reach, her eyes twinkled with mischief.

I couldn’t help but smile.

She moved back into me, twisting and turning, gyrating to the music. When she reached me, her hands were on my chest, and she plastered her body against mine. I could feel every millimetre of contact. The heat of her body enraptured me. She ground against me and continued to dance.

As we danced, and she ground against me, my prick began to grow. The fact that it was my sister doing this to me didn’t seem to register. As far as my body was concerned there was a sexy eighteen-year-old rubbing against me and making me feel good.

All of a sudden, the music stopped, and the lights came on. It was blindingly disorienting.

The DJ stood up on his platform at the front of the club. “May I have your attention, please. Please all women set your drinks down. There has been a report that a woman’s drink has been drugged. We would ask that you please bring your drinks to the bar. It will be replaced free of charge. Thank you.”

Even through my alcohol and hormone-fueled high, I was impressed with the club. Even if dancing wasn’t my thing, I would be coming back here.

Now that the music was off, we could hear people talking. Most of the conversation was about the reason for the stop in activities. One voice, however, caught Emily’s ear.

“Hey beautiful, wanna dance with me when the music starts back up?”

Emily glanced behind us at the man, and his friends. They all looked like they had a few too many and would be feeling it in the morning.

Emily smiled sweetly at them. “No thanks. Even if I did, I think you’d be disappointed. I only dance like that with my boyfriend.”

I choked over her words and turned away. I think I actually choked on spit when I inhaled at hearing her words, but whatever.

Emily smiled at me and rubbed my back. She leaned in close and whispered in my ear. “Don’t die on me. I couldn’t tell them you were my brother, now could I.” When my coughing fit ended, she smiled up at me. “Wanna get out of here?”

I glanced at my watch and nodded. “We should probably get home. Madison will be wondering where we are.”

Emily nodded and, still clinging to me, we made to leave while the music was still stopped. We were met at the door, by a couple of cops, and after a quick search, we were allowed to leave.

We wandered to the car through the cold night air. The cold air helped to clear my head a bit. The atmosphere of the club was intoxicating without the alcohol.

I noticed Emily shivering as we walked, so I wrapped my arm around her and held her close. She melted into me, sighing contentedly.

When we reached the car, I opened the door for her, and she climbed into the driver’s seat. She pulled out onto the road and started our short drive home. It had been a fun evening, and I was hoping that Emily had as much fun as I did.

I was looking out the passenger window when I was caught off guard again. Emily had placed her hand on my upper thigh. She just held it there, drawing little circles with her index finger. I looked over at her, to see what she was thinking, but her focus was on the road.

I shrugged internally. This is tame considering some of the things that she’d been doing to me earlier. The thought alone, of feeling Emily grind on my hard prick on the dance floor was enough to make Mr. Happy stand up again.

I tried to control my thoughts and body. Tried to avert disaster. I failed. My hardon continued to grow, and it crept closer and closer to her hand still drawing circles on my thigh. My pants became tighter and tighter, and then it happened. Emily’s fingers grazed my cock. Her fingers stopped their movement briefly but then resumed as though nothing had happened. Only now, she was drawing a figure eight. A loop around my cock head, and a loop where she had been drawing circles.

It was excruciating. She knew what she was doing, and I was paralyzed. My breathing just got heavier, and heavier.

I glanced over at her, and she was ignoring me, aside from her hand, though she wore a smirk.

Finally, she removed her hand to be able to pull into the driveway. When the car was parked, she smiled over at me. “Thank you, Chris. This has been great, and I hope the night isn’t done yet.”

“Emily–”

Her hand shot to my mouth, cutting me off. She unbuckled and leaned over to me. “Shhh. Don’t talk yet. Let’s get Madison home. We can talk inside.”

I nodded, and she kissed me. “You take care of that–” she said, glancing down. “–I’m going to go in and see how Ava is. When you come in, you can walk Madison home. Okay?”

I nodded, and she kissed me again, before heading into the house.

It took longer than I expected for my erection to subside, but when it finally did, I walked into the house. Madison was sitting on the couch with her stuff on, ready to go.

“Emily said, you were going to walk me home Mr. Smith,” Madison said with a smile.

“Yup. Ready?” I nodded my agreement.

I walked Madison home. She only lived two houses down, on the far side of the street, and we were in a safe neighbourhood, but I felt better about making sure she got home safe and sound. Madison’s mother, Marcy, was also grateful for the action.

Finally, I walked through the front door and locked it behind me. The lights were low, and the TV was on. Emily smiled at me from the couch, already in her nightie. She had a movie cued up and ready to go. “I thought we could watch a movie. I hope that’s all right?” Emily asked with a gleam in her eye.

I smiled back. “Sure. Just let me get changed and look in on Ava.”

Emily nodded. “Madison said she was good and had no issues getting her to bed. We had a good long talk actually. You took forever to find your way inside.” Emily’s eyes gave me a knowing look.

I cleared my throat. I was uncomfortable. Things had been happening between my sister and me all night, and I didn’t know how to handle it. “Let me get changed, and we’ll watch that movie.”

Emily’s smile changed from seductress to happy teen again. I breathed a sigh and quickly headed for my bedroom.

I slipped out of and hung up, my suit. Normally I slept in my boxers, but I had pyjama pants for lounging comfortably around the house, or for when we went camping. I pulled on a t-shirt, as I made my way to Ava’s room.

I eased the door open and made my way to her toddler princess bed. Ava was curled up on her side and looked the part of a red-haired angel. I brushed a lock of hair out of her face and leaned in and kissed her forehead. “Sleep well, love.”

I made my way out of the room and eased the door closed behind me.

***

2

Emily was waiting for me on the couch. She’d made popcorn and grabbed us both a beer. I smiled as I sat down.

As soon as my butt hit the couch, Emily was on the move. She snuggled right up to me and pulled my arm around her. She draped a blanket over us, before putting the popcorn on my lap, and hitting play.

“So, what are we watching,” I asked, trying hard not to focus on the soft breast pushing into my side.

She wiggled herself closer. “Avengers.”

“Good choice.”

She smiled up at me and then turned her attention to the TV.

We ate the popcorn and drank our beer. They were gone before the halfway mark, and the bowl moved to the coffee table.

It was pleasant just watching the movie. The entire evening had been great. Hellishly confusing at times, highly erotic at times, but fun. Then to end it with a little cuddle and a good movie. I was happy. Happy and tired. The dancing and stimulation had taken a lot from me. I leaned my head back against the couch and nodded off.

I was awoken by a pleasant warm sensation on my lips. My eyes opened, and Emily finished kissing me. “C’mon sleepyhead. Let’s get you to bed.”

She pulled me to my feet, and I noticed that she had already cleaned up the empties and dishes. The TV was off, and the house was dark other than the nightlight leading up the stairs.

Emily took my hand, and I staggered after her as she led me to my bedroom. She turned down the bed for me, and I slid in. She tucked me in and kissed my lips passionately again.

In my sleepy state, I returned her kiss, before drifting off peacefully to sleep again.

***

I knew I was awake, but I didn’t open my eyes. I knew I had a bit of a hangover, my tongue felt like it was sandpaper, and yet, I felt good. Why am I awake? I hadn’t felt this good in months. More came to my consciousness. I was warm. I could feel something warm against me in bed. I tightened my arms around the ball of warmth, and it moved, squirming tighter against me, and let out a contented sigh. The squirming also sent a jolt of pleasure through me.

My eyes shot open, and I took in the situation. Sunlight shining on red hair greeted me, and Emily’s nubile body was spooned up against me. The blankets were only covering our legs, not even up to our waists. Her nightie had ridden up through the night, and Emily was bare from the chest down. Emily was holding my arm tight to her, and her breast filled my right hand. I tried not to move and looked down. My morning wood had wormed its way out of my boxers and was planted firmly between Emily’s thighs.

Shit! Fuck, Fuck Fuck!

I eased my head back down to the pillow trying to find a way out of the situation without waking my sister.

Emily moved again. It felt like she was rocking her hips back and forth. I could feel every millimetre of her movement on my cock. I could also feel her moist warmth oh so close to it.

There’s nothing I can do about it; I’ve just got to move. Hopefully, I can make it to the bathroom before she fully wakes.

My decision made, I attempted to extricate my hand from her grasp.

Emily’s hand clamped down on mine. “No. Don’t leave,” she said, her voice showing no evidence of sleepiness.

“Em?”

She sighed and released my hand. I rolled onto my back and covered myself as she rolled over. She didn’t pull her shirt down as she cuddled up to me. She placed her head on my shoulder, draped her leg over mine, and started tracing designs on my bare chest with her hand. She kept her eyes on her hand. I was just as effectively trapped like this, as I was when we were spooning. Though, my hard prick was no longer dangerously close to her mons.

“Em, what happened to my pyjamas?”

She glanced up at me, her face neutral. “I know you don’t normally sleep in them, so I helped you take them off when you went to bed.”

I nodded. I guess that makes sense. I did have a bit to drink. I don’t think I had that much that I couldn’t have taken my clothes off, but okay.

“And why are you in bed with me?”

She smiled. “Because you’re warm, and it was my celebration, and I wanted to be warm in bed with you.”

I couldn’t help but smile. Her exuberance and pure honesty breaking through what little defences I had up.

“Emily. What is happening? What happened last night?”

She leaned up and kissed me tentatively. “Well, we went for a lovely dinner. Then you gave me a car. Thank you again by the way. And then we went dancing–”

“Where you proceeded to get me hard and grind on me?”

She smiled and nodded at my interruption. “And then I drove us home–”

“While you teased me some more?”

Her smile widened. “Yes. And then you walked Madison home, and we watched a movie before bed.”

“Uh-hu. You know that’s not what I mean. Why did you get me hard and tease me? Why did I wake up with my cock between your legs? What’s going on Em? These aren’t things that should be happening between siblings.”

Emily’s smile faded. “Chris, I love you. I have always loved you. And I will always love you. But the past few months– We’ve been living like a family. Other than the fact that I have my own room, we’ve been living like a married couple. Chris, we do everything together. I make you your lunches. I take Ava to school. And I love it. I love all of it.”

Emily let out a sigh and lowered her head to my shoulder again. “Chris, I know what I want. I want to take our relationship to the next level. I want to show you how much I love you the same way Sarah did. And the same way mom did to dad.” She looked back up at me. She stared deep into my eyes, and I stared back into her vivid blue ones.

I could see the honesty and truth of her words. I felt so conflicted. I wanted to love her like that so much. I did love Emily, but she was my sister. I had always had a high sex drive. I matched my Amazon woman, but I had been completely celibate since her passing. I hadn’t even taken care of it myself. Now Emily was throwing herself at me, and I hesitated.

“Em, we’re siblings,” I stated again.

She looked up at me and nodded. “I know that, Chris.”

Her hand that had been tracing designs on my chest stopped and slowly started descending my body. I watched it. I knew what she planned, at least I thought I did, and I did nothing to stop her.

She continued to watch my face, and I continued to watch her hand trail down my body.

“Chris, I know what society has deemed acceptable and what it hasn’t. I know what society says of us and what we should think and feel toward others. I don’t care. Life has taken our family from us. We only have each other. We wouldn’t be hurting anyone. Together we can raise Ava. I know I’m not her mother. I know I’m not Sarah, but I would like to be with you. I would like to do my best to fill her role.”

Emily’s hand traced along my boxers, bypassing my cock and continuing down.

Emily took a deep breath. “Chris, look at me for a moment please.”

I tore my eyes away from her hand. She was looking deep into my eyes again.

She grazed my balls through my boxers and the pleasure and surprise shot through me. I peered down again, trying to follow her hand.

“I’m up here Chris,” Emily said, with a chuckle.

I pulled my eyes away from her hand, which was hovering on my thigh, just below my junk.

“Chris, would you like me to be your wife?” Emily asked again as she cupped my balls and gave them a gentle squeeze.

I moaned at her ministrations. “Gawd Em. What are you doing to me?”

She smiled. “Something you like apparently. I would like an answer to my question though.” She squeezed a little tighter. It was beginning to hurt, but it felt so good at the same time.

I tried to focus my brain. I peered into the vast depths of her eyes. I could see the love there. Looking at her face, I could also see her vulnerability. I still hadn’t answered her, and I could see the anger beginning to show through as well.

She began to increase the pressure infinitesimally, but I finally said, “I don’t know that I can answer you right now. I’m open to discussing it.”

Emily looked disappointed but nodded and eased her grip. She released my testicles and slid her hand up my cock.

I groaned, throwing my head back into my pillow.

“What’s the matter, Chris?” Emily asked in a sweet voice.

My breathing was ragged. Between her humping me while we were spooned, playing with my balls, and the fact that I hadn’t cum in months, I was keyed up.

“You know what the matter is,” I retorted.

She laughed. “I know but it’s fun to tease you about it.”

Emily lay her head back down on my shoulder and spoke softly into my ear as she rubbed the length of my cock through my boxers torturously slowly, “I know you and Sarah used to screw all the time. I also know because I do the cleaning, laundry, and most of the shopping that you haven’t been taking things into your own hands. I love you, and I’m going to help you this once, just ’cause. After this though, I want an answer to my question. I want to be your wife. I want to help you raise Ava. I want us to be a real family. And I want you to get all the perks that go along with it. But I need to know that you want that too. Okay?”

I knew I couldn’t answer in this condition. I simply nodded.

“Okay.”

With that one word, she slipped her hand inside my boxers and grabbed my iron-hard rod. She worked her hand purposefully up and down my shaft, bringing me closer and closer to release.

I felt it building. I could barely speak, but I managed to strain out, “I’m about to–” And then I exploded. My orgasm started in my balls and radiated out through my body. I went rigid as my muscles clenched in pleasure, and I shot my load everywhere. It was one of the best orgasms I had ever had. I don’t know if it was because of my abstinence, how keyed up I was, or the fact that it was my sister who was the cause, but the fact was it was the best.

Emily continued to pump me, slowing her hand once I stopped cumming.

She smiled and wiped the cum off her hand onto my boxers. She looked up at me. I was still breathing hard, but I returned her loving gaze. “Thank you,” I said.

She leaned in and kissed me. “You’re welcome.” She paused, then kissed me again. “Think about what I said. Please?”

I nodded. “I will. I promise.”

She nodded once and smiled. “Good. You better get cleaned up before Ava gets up. I’m going to go start breakfast.” And with that, she left me and my softening cock alone on the bed.

***

“Mornin’ daddy!” Ava said, running for me as I stepped off the last stair. She tackled my leg and held it in a bear hug.

“Morning Angel,” I said, picking her up and throwing her into the air. She giggled as I caught her. “Did you have a good sleep?”

Ava nodded with a smile. Then she squirmed to get down. When I set her down, she ran for the living room where the TV was on with her favourite show. Ava plopped down on her little inflatable chair and stared with rapt attention.

“Good morning, Chris. Feel better after that shower?” Emily asked as she plated the food she made. Her tone was as if this were a normal day. Not one in which she had given her brother a morning wake-up hand job.

I nodded, still a stupor. Emily brought the food to the table. The three of us ate, and then I cleaned up the mess when we were done, while Emily got ready for the day.

When I finished my chores, I took a seat in my recliner. Ava climbed up in my lap and continued to watch her program.

Though my eyes may have been on the TV, my mind was elsewhere. My mind was doing as promised and thinking about Emily and her desire to be my wife.

I thought about what she did for me and Ava, and what we did for her. I examined our lives, what we had been doing, had done, and what little we had talked about the future. I came to the inescapable conclusion that Emily was right. Shortly after Sarah and our parents died, Emily, Ava, and I had become a family. Emily and I were proverbial husband and wife. Other than sex and a marriage licence we were a couple.

The only piece of the puzzle that I couldn’t figure out was Emily, and why she would want me. I was over fifteen years older than she was. Why wouldn’t she want someone closer to her own age? Now that I’d won the lottery, gold-digging could be a possibility, but highly unlikely. She knows that I’d give it all to her if she needed, hell even if she wanted it, I’d likely give it to her.

While I thought, Emily continued with her normal domestic weekend chores. Ava played and climbed in and out of my lap. It wasn’t until much later that I was pulled from my reflections.

“C’mon Chris. Dinner’s almost ready,” Emily announced.

I blinked and looked around. The shadows from the sun were wrong. Had I sat here all day? The realization that my bladder was full confirmed the theory. “I’ve just got to use the bathroom,” I said in response.

When I returned, Ava and Emily were already seated at the table. Emily had cooked us a lovely roast beef dinner, with mashed potatoes and steamed mixed vegetables. It looked and smelled delicious.

We said grace and dug in. Ava was energetic with her eating, and quickly cleared her plate and a second helping.

Emily smiled at her and continued to give me coy smiles. I smiled right back at her. This seemed to please her.

Neither Emily nor I brought up my inactivity today. Normally I would have done some maintenance around the house, mowed the lawn, trimmed the bushes, that kind of thing. Instead, I didn’t leave my chair.

Not having eaten lunch, I was quite hungry, and the food was delicious. I wanted to savour it. I ate slowly, and deliberately. Ava became impatient for me to finish and told me so.

“Hurry up daddy! I wanna play,” the indignant three-year-old exclaimed.

“Ava don’t talk to your father like that,” Emily scolded her.

I glanced over at Emily. I kept my face straight because smiling while disciplining a child is never a good thing, but I was smiling on the inside. I think Emily saw my smile though because I saw hers in her eyes.

I turned my gaze on Ava. “Ava?”

“I sorry daddy,” Ava said, lowering her head.

She was so cute! “I accept your apology, Ava. And I’ll tell you what. Because I am eating so slowly, if you want to get down from the table and play today, that’s fine with me–” Ava looked excited and was about to unbuckle herself from her seat. “But– Emily has to say it’s all right.”

Ava and I both turned our gaze to Emily, Ava’s excited, mine curious.

Emily glanced at me. I couldn’t read what emotion or expression crossed her face before she nodded to Ava. “That’s fine angel but stay in the living room please. I’ll give you a bath later.”

“T’ank you!” Ava said, sliding out of her seat, and running for her toys.

“It’s thank you,” Emily and I said together. We smiled at each other.

I continued to eat, and Emily picked at her plate. She kept glancing at me. I knew what she wanted, but I didn’t know if I had an answer for her yet.

We spoke a little about the things we needed to do in the coming week, but for the most part, we finished our meal without meaningful conversation. It was still pleasant though.

When I finally finished, Emily took Ava and bathed her, while I did the dishes, and put away the leftovers. By the time I finished drying the last pot, Emily and a rosy, pink Ava returned to the living room. We put on a kid-appropriate movie and watched it until Ava fell asleep. Once she did, I put her to bed, while Emily picked a movie more suited to adults. We both got changed and meandered back to the living room.

Like the night before, Emily cuddled up under my arm, and snuggled close, pressing her breasts into my side.

This time she picked some sappy rom-com. It was a decent movie, but not likely one I would have picked on my own. But she seemed to be enjoying it, and I enjoyed my time with Emily.

While the movie played, I thought about the differences between Emily and Sarah. Emily was right about one thing if nothing else, she was filling the role of my wife, and yet, she and Sarah were so different. Sarah would chat my ear off about nothing, where Emily wouldn’t. She’d talk to me about meaningful and important things. Emily would talk about religion, sex and politics, nuclear fusion, and space travel. It wasn’t that Sarah wouldn’t talk about those things, but she wouldn’t drive the conversation in those directions. I think Sarah’s schooling in human resources guided her a little too much.

At the same time, Emily and Sarah were very similar. They both loved playing games, going fishing and camping, hiking, and neither was afraid to get their hands dirty when there was work that needed doing.

I loved both of them. I couldn’t not love both of them. But could I love Emily as my wife in all respects? If it ever got out that we were siblings, we could go to prison. Ava would be without anyone to care for her. Emily said we wouldn’t be hurting anyone, and we wouldn’t unless we got caught. Then we would be hurting Ava.

Emily’s hands moving on my chest brought me back up out of the depths of my thoughts. I blinked and looked around. The credits were rolling on the screen.

Emily kissed my cheek. “Go to bed, Chris.”

I nodded my head. “That might not be a bad idea. Good night.”

Emily didn’t say anything as I wandered up the stairs, and into my bedroom. I stripped down to my boxers and climbed under the covers. I could hear Emily climb the stairs and after a brief stop in the bathroom, she came into my room. I didn’t say anything, as I watched her cross to the other side of the bed and climb in beside me. She leaned across the bed and kissed me gently on the lips. I loved how warm and soft her lips were.

“Good night, Chris. I love you.”

With that, she rolled over away from me and settled in to sleep.

Even with the space between us, I could feel the heat radiating from her body. It was distracting but in a good way. I liked feeling someone in my bed again.

Does it matter that it’s my sister? The laws are in place to protect people from family members attacking them. They aren’t there to stop two consenting adults. And I do love her.

With the feeling of her warmth beside me, and the thoughts of how much I loved Emily filling my head I drifted off to sleep.

***

3

I woke up in bed alone Sunday morning. After getting ready for the day and heading downstairs, I found a note on the counter saying that Emily had taken Ava for a morning playgroup at the park. A bunch of the moms got together a few times a week so the kids could play. Most often they went to the park up the street.

I sighed in contentment. After a day of hard thinking, working my way through the possibilities, and my feelings, and then the good night sleep beside someone I loved, I was happy. I was confident that I had my decision for Emily.

While they were still gone, I made my way back upstairs to my bedroom. I made my way to my wife’s former dresser, now sitting empty on the far side of the room. On top of it was her jewelry box. I lifted the lid and searched through it for the item I sought.

I lifted the diamond ring and smiled. I stuffed it into my pocket, and then went downstairs to wait for the girls to return. While I waited, I completed some of the chores that I neglected to do the day before.

It was close to lunch when I heard the door open, and my girls’ happy voices floating to me. Warmth spread through me.

I stood up and headed for the door. Ava, as much an Amazon as her mother, spotted me and charged screaming her war cry “Daddy!”

I scooped her up, and spun her around, before lowering her to the floor on her back where I tickled her mercilessly. Ava’s giggles filled the house before I finally relented. Ava got up and hugged me, before running to find her toys.

When I looked up, Emily was leaning against the door smiling at me.

Then I got an evil gleam in my eyes and brought my hands up.

“What– What are you doing?” Emily asked as I stalked closer to her. “No! No, you don’t!” She said, with a smile on her face, bringing her hands up to defend herself from the impending onslaught.

I ignored her pleas and lunged. She tried feebly to defend against my tickles, but her defences failed when my hands reached her ribs. I sought out those ticklish places and it wasn’t long before Emily was on the ground gasping for breath from the onslaught of tickles.

Little did I know, I was being flanked in our war of tickles. Ava had spotted her aunt in peril and charged in for the rescue. Ava tickled my feet. One of the few places that I’m ticklish. The unexpected attack made me jump. Ava giggled more, and then both girls were on the offensive. They tickled my feet. I tried to tickle them, but Emily ended up sitting on my chest straddling me.

I tickled Emily, but she just squirmed harder on my chest. Finally, I had to give in and admit defeat.

“I give up. You win! You win!”

The girls let out a cheer, and we all hugged each other close, leaning against the door. We all had rosy cheeks and massive smiles. When the tickle fight was over, Ava ran off again.

Emily leaned her head on my shoulder and looked up at me. I looked down and kissed her.

“Well, you’re certainly in a good mood,” Emily commented, seemingly content to sit on the floor by the door.

I hugged her close again. “I am in a good mood,” I replied. “I have your answer for you.”

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.”