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 Title: Page Ch.  01
Summary: Sister's trouble isn't even the half of it.
Keywords: inc,fic
   What the heck?  I wonder, as I try to stay focused on the conversation
with my fellow Representatives on the House floor.  I shake off the image
for a moment as the conversation continues around me.  My thoughts remain
distracted and a chill runs up my spine.  Was that Page?
   I know it couldn't have been her, but - "Excuse me, I think I've just
seen someone.  Sorry to cut this short; I'll get back with you before the
vote," I offer as I break from the group.
   My curiosity takes charge, compelling me across the room to see if I am
right because there simply hadn't been any communication that she would be
here visiting.  Upon reaching the young woman, I am happily surprised to be
correct.  It is her standing there, sure enough, wearing a nice navy
pantsuit and white blouse.  It's quite a shock, to say the least, because I
hadn't seen Page much over the last eight years.
   "Page, it is you," I say taking her into my arms.
   "Ryan, I know I should have called or e-mailed," she says, as we release
one another.
   Page's appearance is substantially different from the last time I'd seen
her; she's grown a little taller and lost any trace of baby fat in her
face. Her long auburn hair is in a hair comb, pulled back from her forehead
exposing her ears, each of which has a small simple diamond stud earring.
She's the epitome of a clean cut young woman, well on her way to becoming a
beautiful adult.
   "I haven't seen you in over a year," I say, as I remember I hadn't gone
to visit last Christmas.
   As I think about it, I realize we have become relatively estranged since
our parents divorced.  In fact, we've only seen one another a handful of
times after our parents decided to split custody of us rather than fight
over it and have us switch coasts.
   The resulting arrangement is that Dad has custody of her and they live
in California where he moved to start an import/export business.  I stayed
with Mom in Virginia for a few months until I started college.  Their
divorce had been fairly amenable compared to many my friend's parents had
been through.  They split the equity in the house and resolved to continue
putting funds into our college plans, so no child support would be needed.
   Looking at her now, I realize that arrangement seems even odder at this
moment than it had at the time.  Mom had definitely gotten the easier end
of the deal.  Because Page is nine years younger than myself, it meant Dad
would have her for at least nine more years.
   "What are you doing here?" I ask as I realize she's in an outfit that is
exactly like the page uniforms.
   "I'm a page!" she says excitedly.
   "I didn't even know you were interested."
   "Yeah, I've been sort of interested in government and one of my teachers
recommended this opportunity to me.  Her recommendation and my straight A's
got me into the program."
   "I can honestly say I've experienced a number of coincidences in my life
but this one is a real doosie!" I express, as I try to convey how much this
has caught me off guard.  "Why haven't I heard anything about you applying
for it, much less that you've been accepted?" I ask.
   "Well, I wasn't sure I was going to do it and I didn't want to disturb
you."
   "I can't imagine anyone turning it down and you'd never disturb me. 
Besides, how cool is it that my little sister, Page, is literally a 'page'
for the US House of Representatives."
   "Yeah, well - that's actually part of why I wasn't sure about it," she
says and then laughs.
   "Oh, sorry - you've probably already heard that joke a hundred times by
now.  I still can't believe it.  I was over with a scrum of Representatives
debating this vote, when I caught a glimpse of you.  I had to do a double
take because - well - you've matured so much."
   "Thanks," she offers blushing.
   "I've only been here eight months myself, you know?"
   "Yes, Dad and I watched the election returns, plus you called us,
remember?"
   "Yeah - now I do.  Let's go outside to talk," I say as the noise level
of the large room seems to be affecting my ability to think clearly.
   As we walk out of the main chamber, I simply can't get over her being
here.  It's all so implausible that we'd end up working together.  The
distance of our separation and my busy life had conspired to make it so I'd
only seen Dad and Page on vacations or holiday breaks.  Now, though, it
feels like we're being given an opportunity to reconnect.
   "How long are you going to be here and where are you staying?" I ask
when we reached a quiet corner.
   "I'll be here through the end of the school semester and I'm going to
stay with some people here."
   "You should stay with me; I have a guest room."
   "I wouldn't want to intrude."
   "It won't be an intrusion; you're welcome at my place any time, Page."
   "I don't know.  Won't it feel - um - like awkward?"
   I take her to mean with my social life, "Nah, I mean it shouldn't be a
problem.  Natalie, my girlfriend, is usually only over on the weekends.  We
both have pretty hectic schedules and she'll be cool with it.  She's
frequently got visitors at her place, too."
   "It would be great to catch up."
   "Well, I'm not going to pressure you, but I'd love to have you stay. 
You should come for dinner tonight and at least see the place."
   "Yeah, okay I will," she says distractedly looking at someone down the
hall.  "Sorry, I probably need to get back with the group; it's my first
day," she says.
   "Of course - of course, hope I didn't get you in any trouble.  I guess I
need to get back too.  I'll find you later this evening," I say, as we both
start walking back.
   "Definitely," she replies.
   We meet back up around 6:00 PM, gather her bags into my car and head to
my place.  Along the way I show her the neighborhood my condo is in and how
convenient things are from its location.  Inside, I show her around and let
her see the guest room.  She's not making any snap decisions, but I can
tell she's thinking it over.
   For dinner, I prepare a simple dish she used to like when she'd been
smaller.  It's something Mom had taught me to make for the times when I
babysat for her.  The spaghetti squash in a Mediterranean style tomato
sauce is fairly quick to prepare.  I also toss together a nice leafy salad
with fresh summer tomato, cucumber, sprouts and sunflower seeds.  Page
isn't vegan, but she'd always liked lots of vegetarian dishes and I want
her to feel at home.  After dinner, we retire to the living room and fall
into conversation about various things trying to catch each other up.
   She tells me, how she's looking forward to being out on her own and how
this will give her that ability.  I tell her I'm not going to set any rules
for her, because I remember being sixteen and I won't be around all the
time anyway.
   Somehow, I end up in my usual spiel about how I got on this course,
explaining how the decline in funding for education affected my public
college, which gets me rambling on about the dilapidated state of my
seventy year old high school and all of the trailers that'd been added for
the growing student population while I attended it.
   She remembers coming to my school for some event, but apparently her
experience with schools in California is almost the opposite of mine.  From
her descriptions, it's clear they are way ahead on STEM (Science,
Technology, Engineering and Math).  It's surprising for her to hear that
many of my classmates have experiences more similar to mine, even the ones
that are from other nearby states.  As she tells me more about her high
school experience, I become even more perplexed.  She's been to several
different schools across the state, for scholastic competitions, and they
are all similar to hers, nearly all of them have modern sophisticated tools
for education.  I conclude that they've taken a route more similar to
Europe and Japan, since those sound very reminiscent of experiences my
classmates from those countries relayed to me.
   As the evening wares on, I tell her a little about one particular
friend, Gary, since he influenced my decision indirectly because he refused
to believe me and my friends stories.  His peculiar outlook on life drew me
to him, actually he was kind of a conspiracy nut but I liked him.  I joke
about how, he came from a rather well-to-do family, so he'd attended
private schools, but decided to kind of 'slum it' at our public university.
   "So what actually made you run in the first place?" she ask finally.
   "Well, it was Gary.  I'd taken him to see my old high school during our
senior year and he been shocked to see what was considered middle class. 
Shortly after that he convinced me I should take a chance and run for a
practically unopposed seat that would come open right before I graduated. I
won easily and did four years on the state senate.  Then right before I
turned twenty-five I decided to make a run for the US House of
Representatives and somehow won."
   "Kind of neat how it all worked out."
   "Yeah, and now here you are!  We're back together in our nation's
capital."
   "Yep," she says as she breaks into a contagious yawn.  It's clear I've
talked way too much.
   We are both tired but I don't want to force her decision, so I ask, "So,
you need a ride or -"
   "Ryan, I've seen the other place and I would have been sharing a room
with another page, so I'm going to accept your offer."
   "Great!  I really enjoyed talking to you tonight and it'll be fun
getting to know you again."
   "Yeah, I think that's going to be good."
   "So are you staying tonight too?"
   "I think I will, it's late and I don't want you to have to drive."
   "It's no problem either way.  The guest bed already has clean sheets,
I'll just need to set out some towels."
   So she stays that very night and over the months that ensue, we fall
into a sort of routine.  When we are home together we catch up on bits and
pieces of our lives.  We don't overlap as much as we might have liked, but
she's keeping up with her work and scholastic requirements and I'm busy
with politics.  Still it works out pretty well.  She seems to get along
with Natalie and she's met some of my friends, although not Gary.
   We celebrate Page's seventeenth birthday just before Thanksgiving.  At
the end of the semester she's aged out of the program and will be heading
back to California to finish high school.  I accompany her home to see them
over Christmas and promise I'll be back for her graduation, since she's
starting the last semester of her Junior year.  During my travel back to
DC, I think how I'll miss having her live with me; it all seems to have
come to an end just a little too soon.
   Nearly a year later
   The election is over and I'm spending time, the last several days in
fact, at home trying to be busy but I can't help feeling a little depressed
following my loss.  It took a couple weeks to settle in but now that it
has, I'm in some kind of a funk, that's got me feeling like my time's
wasting away.  There's not a good reason for this because my life has been
good so far.  I don't have a wife or kids to support, I'm generally
thrifty, and I even payed off my condo earlier this month.  Financially
things are great but being rejected at the polls and living through the
holiday period alone is making me feel pretty down on myself.  I keep
reflecting on just how quickly the two short years in office have passed.
Since July 4th I keep telling myself that twenty-seven isn't really old,
but since the loss, it seems like a daily occurrence.  My looming
unemployment in January seems to be coming all too quickly.
   After several days of stewing about what to do, I reach a decision and
am going to go back to school for a law degree.  I'm thinking or hoping
I'll meet someone of a like mind there, since Natalie and I broke up this
summer as well.  This evening I'm sitting at my desk using my computer to
complete online applications for law school.  Upon clicking 'Submit' for
the second one, the doorbell startles me from my seat as it begins ringing
repeatedly, at nearly the same instant.  Rushing to the door, I turn on the
porch light and look through the peep hole.  I can't imagine who it might
be and I can't really identify who is out there, so I open the door slowly,
only to be shocked to see this hooded vagrant woman standing there in the
cold.
   I'm thinking I should close it when I suddenly recognize her, "What the
hell?  Page?  Is that you?"
   "Hey, Ryan.  I didn't know where else to go."
   "How'd you get here?"
   "I took a bus."
   "Oh, jeez, come inside, out of the cold."
   Ushering her inside, I feel guilty for even having had her stand there a
moment longer.  I close the door, once she's inside, and note she doesn't
even have a purse or backpack.
   "Here, give me your coat.  Have you eaten anything?"
   Instead of giving me her coat, she's grabbing me and clinging to me
while sobbing.  I hug her back but don't understand what's going on, why
she's here or what's gone so horribly wrong.  Our close embrace brings some
funky odors to my nose - in fact, she smells - well - ripe; there's a
mixture of body odor, bad breath, musty rotting food and a hint of
something I am sure I don't want to know what it is.  However, I simply
continue patting her as I sway back and forth gently rocking her as we
stand in the entry hall for what must be fifteen minutes before the tears
finally stop.
   "Come on, give me your coat.  Let's get you something to eat."
   She accedes to my request this time and allows me to remove her long
winter coat.  Finally, with her out of it, I'm confronted with a completely
different Page.  In the year since we've seen one another; her appearance
has changed into a totally different person.  Beneath the coat I find all
she's worn is a short skirt, a shirt that exposes her midriff and some
combat style boots with long black socks.  There's a piercing in her nose,
one in her belly button and too many in her ears to count without being
conspicuous.  I try not to stare at her risqué ensemble and put her coat on
a rack by the door.
   Taking her hand, I lead her back to the kitchen.  Her hand is frigid and
she starts to shiver.  So, I'm thinking soup and hot chocolate are the
answer.  I sit her at the bar and start the hot water on my little Keruig
with a hot chocolate K-Cup.  Retrieving some left over chicken and
vegetable soup from the fridge, I put it in a bowl and heat it up in the
microwave for a minute.  While it's heating I give her the cup of hot
chocolate and sit across from her.  I don't want to restart the crying, but
kind of need an idea of what the hell is going on.
   Taking her free hand I ask, "Can you tell me what is going on?"
   She sets the hot chocolate down and squeezes my hand back.  "We've had a
fight."
   "You and Dad?"
   "Yeah, him too."
   "Too?"
   "I broke up with Carl and had a fight with Dad about school and life and
oh - just about everything else.  So, I just fucking left."
   Whoa, Page had never cussed but now she's practically spit that
'fucking' out like she wants to hurt someone with it.  I'm not sure who
Carl is, so I leave that alone for now.
   "What's going on about school?  I was going to come to your graduation
in May."
   The timer on the microwave goes off and I get up to retrieve her bowl
and a spoon from the drawer.
   "I'm done," she says dejectedly.
   I turn around trying not to overreact while I place the bowl in front of
her.  She sips some more of the hot chocolate and begins eating the soup
almost immediately, despite it being at least slightly hot.
   "Hey, slow down, you're going to burn your mouth."
   "I'm so hungry," she says quickly, between mouthfuls.
   "Does Dad know where you are?"
   "No, and don't you dare call him or tell him if he calls."
   "He's going to worry."
   "I couldn't give a flying fuck."
   There it is again...  "Look, I'm not trying to tell you what to do -"
   "I know, Ryan, you're the best guy I know," she cut me off.
   "If I'm to help you, I think I need to know what's going on, okay?"
   "I'm not going back, so you can forget that.  I only need a place to
stay."
   "You know you can stay here, that isn't the problem.  Can you give me
anything to know what might be coming next?  Is Dad or this Carl following
you?  Am I going to have police here looking for you?"
   "I'm an adult and I can make my own decisions.  I just turned eighteen
on Thanksgiving."
   "Okay, Page you aren't telling me what you are dragging me into.  I'm
here for you, I promise.  I just need a little more information."
   She's taken aback by my bluntness.  Maybe, I should have been less
pushy, but she isn't giving me much choice.  Then suddenly, she's heading
for the door.
   "Page, come on.  You know I love you and care what happens," I say, as I
grab her gently by the hand.
   She stops short.  I'm not really restraining her from leaving.  Perhaps
it's a show, I didn't know this Page.
   "Okay, I know I'm not being reasonable but I'm not going to tell you. 
You're going to have to trust me, no one is following me and Dad certainly
isn't calling the police into this."
   "Alright, I trust you," I say.  "Look, you need to get showered, I'll
get you some clothes to change into, you finish eating."
   The mention of a shower puts a smile on her lips for the briefest of
moments.  Then she hops back up on the stool and begins eating again, as I
head off to my room to find something she can wear.  I'm like 6' 2" and she
seems barely 5' tall.  I find a tee-shirt that will work in my drawer, but
pants were going to be a problem.  Her narrow little waist is the issue, my
belt line has expanded after taking office and all my pants and shorts are
36" waist now.  Since I have to guess, I think she's probably a 24" waist
although her hips are probably 34".  She is proportional and her bra size
had been a 34-B when she'd stayed here a year ago.  I'd gotten her bra
mixed up with a Natalie's while doing laundry and it'd caused a commotion.
I find a pair of shorts with a draw string and head into the bathroom,
where I place the items on the counter.
   Then I go back out to find her and she's in the kitchen warming another
bowl of soup.  I certainly didn't mind, she'd made me dinners on multiple
occasions when she'd stayed here before.
   "Why don't you go get your shower?" I ask.  "I'll make you another cup
of hot chocolate and get your clothes in the wash."
   She squints her eyes, wrinkles her cute nose and says, "Okay, okay, I
know I stink."
   "I'm not telling you to get a shower because you stink.  You'll feel
better and be more relaxed."
   That gets me a big hug, "You're the best Ry!"
   Then she's off to my bathroom and I say, "I put some clothes on the
counter in there; toss yours out before you start."
   "Okay."
   I wait until I hear the water start and go to find her clothes in a pile
outside the door.  They are hardly clothes for traveling in winter time,
but having started out in Southern California, they were probably fine
there.  In any case, I check the pockets which are empty and then I dump
them in my washer-dryer all-in-one.  Thinking about the smell, I go back to
the front door and get her coat.  It has a few items in the pockets, which
I set on the guest room dresser and then I put the coat in with the rest
and start the load.
   Just about then she is coming out of the bathroom dressed in my clothes.
She's flipped the shirttail of the tee-shirt up and through so her cleavage
was visible and the tail of the shirt is pointing like an arrow towards her
bellybutton charm.  Maybe I'd misjudged the size of her chest and height
earlier; she'd definitely gotten a bit larger.  Her hips sway as she
strides toward the kitchen with her long auburn hair wrapped in a towel.
   "It is too late to go shopping tonight," I start, "but we're going to
have to get you some winter clothes for Washington.  You can't go around
dressed in what you wore here," I say, following her to the kitchen.
   "Okay, but I don't want you paying for everything," she said, as she
starts into the second bowl of soup.
   "Yeah, well I didn't see a wallet or any money in either your jacket or
pants pockets."
   "I sent all that by Fed-Ex because I didn't want to get robbed."
   It's clear she's planned at least some portion of this.  "Well, I'm glad
of that.  How long was the bus ride?"
   "Three days."
   As if that was the cue, my doorbell was ringing again.  At the door I
find a delivery lady asking me to sign for a package.  It's almost 9:00 PM,
but this is frequently when my packages arrived.  After I sign, she hands
me a medium sized box and I take it to the kitchen and place it on the
counter next to Page.
   "See," she said, as she rips it open.
   She pulls out a medium size duffel bag with what I estimate might
contain a couple days of clothes.  Then she pulls out her purse, a laptop
and power brick.
   "That's it?" I ask.
   "Yeah."
   I let her finish eating before I ask any more questions.  She eats the
rest of her soup and goes to the cupboard to see what kinds of crackers I
have.  Surmising she must not have eaten on the trip, I get out some
cheddar cheese to slice for her to use.  I pull out a cutting board and
slice off about ten pieces and cut them in half.  She demolishes the entire
stack with crackers in under ten minutes.
   "I'm guessing you didn't eat the whole time?"
   "Some nice lady gave me a piece of cake."
   "This is pretty crazy, you know.  I'm seriously worried about you."
   "Look, Ry, I'm a big girl."
   "You haven't eaten anything but a piece of cake in three days."
   "I got some stuff out of the trash at a Micky D's."
   "Okay.  I'm backing off."
   Not a single thing is making sense.  My sister has gone dumpster diving
during her three day cross country trip, but I'm not supposed to care,
cause she's a big girl.  I'm not supposed to worry about my Dad calling the
cops, because - well, because she says he won't...
   "Well, I'm a lame duck Representative, but I do have work tomorrow.  Of
course I'm out of a job come January, and I'm hoping to go back to school
one way or another.  I've put in a couple of applications to law school,
and should probably get in with my background.  Maybe I can finish out a
law degree before I'm thirty if I put in the hours.  What I'm trying to say
is money is going to be tight next year and I need an idea of how to plan.
You are welcome to stay as long as you need."
   "I'll take care of the money."
   "You'll what?"
   "I said, I'll take care of the money."
   "Page, I've heard everything you've said and you have barely told me a
single thing."
   "Look, Ry, you took care of me last year.  I've got this."
   "You've got what?  You showed up here with nothing.  Now you've got your
purse, a laptop and a change of clothes; I'm guessing."
   "No, I don't have any clothes," she said, as she picks up the duffel,
opens it and tosses it in front of me on the counter.  It lands with a
heavy thud.
   "What the fuck?"
   The bag is stuffed with money.  It isn't small bills either, there are
neatly wrapped stacks of hundreds, fifties and twenties from what I can
see. My mind is suddenly blank.  I sit there staring at it, and then at her
and then back at the bag.
   Blankly I think, It is mostly stacks of hundreds.
   "It's about five-hundred."
   "Five-hundred?" I hear myself repeating.
   "About."
   "Okay.  It's not stolen, right?"
   "No, it's not and that's the last question I'm answering about this
tonight."
   "So what now?  Want to watch some TV?" I joke.
   "I'd love to, but I'm tired.  I'm so very, very tired."
   "I cannot even imagine.  I'm not asking for you to tell me anything.  I
simply have no information to even gauge what you've been through, are
going through.  You could have gone anywhere with that kind of money, but
you came here."
   "I missed you.  I've been missing you for quite a while now."
   "Yeah, I missed you too," I say, feeling bewildered and suddenly very
tired, a tiny bit relieved but utterly confused.  "I think I need a drink,"
I say, as I finally begin coming to terms with this sudden change in my
life.
   I get up and go to the liquor cabinet to make myself a gin and tonic. 
Taking a sip, I suddenly feel the urge to have a smoke.  I hadn't smoked
since high school, but had bought a pack right after I lost the election.
I'd resisted smoking any that night, but somehow tonight - I just needed
one.
   "I've gotta go outside for a moment," I say, as I reach up and pull down
the pack of Marlboro Light 100's and the matches I'd gotten at the
7-eleven.
   "I'll join you."
   "Like that?"
   "No," she said, as she flipped the tail back through and flashed me in
the process.  "Like this."
   "Put some shoes on at least."
   She goes to get her boots then we go out on the side fenced patio where
I've already turned on the light.  My flat is on the bottom floor of a six
story building in a decent part of town.  The patio is covered by the
balcony porches of the floors above.  I light the cigarette and take a deep
drag.  Page grabs the pack and pops one into her mouth and lights it from
mine while she holds my hand and I'm taking another drag.
   I'm having difficulty getting over all the changes in her.  Now she
smells clean and I can't help notice the cold night air is making her
nipples press through that tee-shirt.  Looking away quickly I blow the
smoke off away from her as if that is the reason I'd turned.  Another deep
drag and I swallow down the rest of my drink then exhale out the smoke and
put the thing out against the side of the step.  Page is still puffing on
hers.  Here in the night the porch light made her hazel eyes glimmer and
the light cloud of smoke that surrounded her gives her an almost angelic
aura.  Moments later she puts her cigarette out too.  I want to ask her
when a tree-hugger from California started smoking, but I leave that for
another time and open the sliding door to go back inside.
   She follows me in and stands there shivering.  Instinctively, I hug her
close, which is of course a huge mistake.  Her nipples are rock hard and
suddenly I'm growing a stiffy myself.
   "I've got to go to bed, so I can be in for a potential vote on something
I actually care about, funding education."
   "Okay, I'm super tired too.  Wake me before you leave, okay?"
   "Okay, Page.  I hope you can confide in me more soon," I say, as I head
to my room.
   My bathroom is one of those that opens into the hall and both bedrooms,
so I close both of the other doors while I brush my teeth and use the can.
Then I strip down, toss my clothes in the hamper and get the water going to
take a quick shower.  The cigarette was nice, in the moment, but it is the
lingering smell that always put me off them.  Inside the shower, I lather
up and wash my very short hair.  I'm done in a flash and back out standing
at the mirror looking at my face.  I'd been depressed the last few weeks.
Now, the depression is gone but something has taken its place - worry.  I
finish drying off and wander out of the bathroom, turn off the light, close
the door and slide into bed.
   As tired as I am, I wonder if I'll be able to sleep as I pull the covers
up.  I'd been taking Ambien, but decide against it tonight.  I hear the
door to the bathroom open and Page using the can now.  Why'd she come here
of all places?  What was going on in her life?  Where'd she get that bag
full of money?  The toilet flushes and the door closes.  At least she's
here now and she'll be safe, I guess.  Why?
   I must have drifted off quickly, but I'm subtly awake due to some slight
movement next to me.  In my twilight, I don't know who I think it is, but I
snuggle up to whomever it is and fall back asleep.
   Dreaming a dream, I find myself aroused beyond any memory of sex I'd had
in the last - um - ever.  The woman is short but shapely, her nipples are
hard and enticing as I suck upon one and bathe it with my tongue.  She's
atop me and pressing it into my mouth while my hands grasp her hips.  Her
aroma carries a hint of smoke, but there's another attractive smell there
too, feminine and pure, but ever so sexy.  Fingers are running through my
hair as I nestle into her bosom and I hear soft whimpers of 'yes'.
   My hips rise to meet her downward thrusts and my hands aid her descent
onto my raging hard cock.  Soft noises of wet copulation fill my ears and
entice my lips back to her breast.  I know ecstasy awaits me at the end of
my dream and I draw towards it, but I want to savor the trip.  This bundle
of energy, that is grinding me into and out of herself, isn't rushing
things, she's going slow while remaining very intent.
   There in the darkness something catches my eye.  A fleeting sparkle
somewhere in her hair.  Our breathing is quickening but starts to
synchronize in time.  Another fleck of light somewhere between us gets my
attention for another moment.  Suddenly she's kissing me and the smoke
scent is stronger.  I eagerly suck her tongue into my mouth as we taste one
another.  Where was this goddess from?  Her tongue is playing with mine and
I find it is pierced.  Pierced?  I couldn't remember ever dreaming of
anyone pierced, but somehow it made the whole dream that much more
exciting.
   Soon she is sucking my tongue suggestively while riding me.  I could
tell she was completely smooth down there because I've been denuding myself
since dating Natalie.  The slippery feel of her sliding her smooth snatch
across my smooth cock was exhilarating.  God it was nice; what a nice -
fuck.
   Nibbling on my nipple now, I feel her take it between her teeth. 
Gently, playfully she bites - not hard, only a teasing nip.  Now my other
nipple gets similar treatment.  Then she is sucking it hard, as she begins
pounding herself downward.  Thrusting - slapping - gripping - clenching -
sucking.
   Whispers of 'yes' at my ear and then 'please' enhance my arousal.  I
want to please this woman; it's been so long since I have had this.  Her
other breast is at my lips now but this one is pierced.  I suck it
carefully, while trying to determine the shape of the object.  In the
darkness my eyes only see a faint outline of the woman.  I move my hands to
her breasts and feel their size and firmness.  I squeeze them tightly and
suck at the one in my mouth harder as a new stream of whispers follows.
   "Bite it a little." I gently bite it and she moans softly, "Yessss."
   Her breast is gone and her mouth returns.  She's kissing me again
passionately, but this time there is something odd; something is different.
This kiss is - I know this kiss - I've known...  I'm suddenly reliving the
moment of my sister flashing me briefly in the kitchen, when she'd flipped
the shirttail back down.  The little star, I'd just been sucking...  It'd
been on her tit.  Was it her?  The memory of her stiff nipples pressing
into me in the kitchen as we hugged came back now.  My hands find them and
I feel the shape of the star piercing her left nipple.  I give it a light
twist.
   "Mmm-hmm like that..."
   Why am I dream fucking Page?  My arousal is increasing at the thought of
fucking her.  I'm not in control.  She is thrashing against me, bucking
wildly.  Her smoky hair is against my face.  My hands resume their position
upon her hips as she rides me closer and closer to climax.
   "Ooohh, fuck me Ry!"
   That voice - I know that voice.  It belongs to the only person that
calls me that.  Her words are no longer whispers but breathy words being
spoken aloud.
   "Fuck your sister with your big dick."
   Dangerously close to climax, her words are pushing me toward my
inevitable release.
   "Fuck - it feels so good.  Pump me full of your sticky cum, big
brother."
   No dream had ever been this intense.  I'm being driven to the finish
with what is a terrifyingly heightened climax.  Lustful thoughts of Page
fill my mind.  Jets of cum erupt into her womb as I feel myself bottom out
inside her repeatedly as she forces me within her as deeply as she can over
and over.
   "Oh, my God!  Is that really you Page?"
   "Shhhhh," says the voice, as a finger is placed gently on my lips. 
"Sleep..."
   Exalted, exhausted and tingling with guilt, sleep comes again quickly.
   When the alarm awakes me, I sit up to look around the room.  Perhaps it
had been a dream.  Why would I dream about Page like that?  That was so
inherently wrong.  Trying to shake the thoughts, I get out of bed to
prepare for my day.
   Pulling on my boxers, I realize there's a dried residue on my cock. 
Now, I also notice there's a faint hint of cigarette taste in my mouth and
there are other pungent odors in the room.  I finish dressing and go to use
the restroom, shave and finally, brush my teeth.
   Did Page come in during the night?  I wonder.
   I finish up and remember her request for me to wake her before I leave.
Entering her room from the bathroom door, I find she's sleeping soundly
with the covers lowered to her waist.  The tail of my tee-shirt is flipped
through, just as it had been last night.  I move to the edge of her bed and
bend down to kiss her forehead.
   "Morning," I whisper.
   Turning to me, she grabs me and hugs me close.  "Morning."
   "I'm going now," I say, as I smell that faint hint of smoke in her hair.
   "Okay, I'll have dinner ready when you come home."
   As I stand to leave, I observe the shirt has shifted and her left breast
is completely exposed.  The nipple is pierced with a star shaped ring. 
Page quickly adjusts the shirt and a smile flickers on her lips.
   It's the same star from my dream.  Suddenly, I don't know what's real,
my world feels imaginary, the ground is soft and spongy beneath my feet. 
Somehow, I make it to the front door, put on my topcoat and leave.
   To be continued.
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