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 Title: Page Ch.  02
Summary: Anxiety over sister's trouble deepens.
Keywords: inc,fic
   Inside the House of Representatives, the vote goes as expected; it is
just another item to add to the pile of disappointments following my
depressing defeat in the polls.  The House adjourns for the remainder of
the year and I head home, thinking of Page and my crazy dream, if it had
been a dream.  That Ambien had been messing with me over the last few days,
which was part of why I hadn't taken any last night but I find myself
wondering if the effects have somehow lingered.
   I have a hundred questions running through my head about the changes in
her.  Where does a teenage girl come up with half a million dollars?  Is
the money legit?  Why has she left home?  What kind of trouble might she be
in?  What did she mean about missing me?  And of course why am I obsessing
about her, not just her trouble, but her and what I dreamt we'd done, which
starts me worrying I'm some kind of deviant.
   It is only about a quarter-after-three, when I get back to my flat. 
There is music coming from the family room as I open the front door. 
Inside, I close the door, hang my topcoat on the coat tree and head back to
my room to take off my coat and tie.  Passing by the hall, I note that the
music isn't loud, but it simply wasn't anything I normally listen to, so I
notice.  It has a kind of dance club sound and no words, just a lot of
thumping base.
   In my room, I hang the suit jacket and tie back in my closet.  Expecting
we'll be going back out, I change the rest of my clothes to something more
casual, jeans and an oxford button down.  Then I open the bedroom door and
start looking for Page.  She isn't in the family room where the sound
system is, but stopping outside my office door I hear some type of
conversation.  I pick up cryptic words that I initially think are private,
so I start to walk passed and down the hall.  She looks up for a moment,
smiles, briefly waves me in, picks up the remote, clicks mute and continues
typing.
   She's sitting in my office at the desk where the keyboard for my
computer has been moved aside.  She is typing furiously on her laptop while
talking calmly to her computer.  It's not really typing, more like pounding
keys repetitively.  The music silenced, the sounds of keys clicking is even
more noticeable.  When I get around to see the screen, there are graphics
of some type of video game and numbers scrolling passed.  The sounds coming
from her computer aren't loud, but I can hear clanging and other sounds of
battle.  There's some kind of monster with what appears to be about fifteen
to twenty characters attacking it.  I couldn't remember the last time I'd
played a video game; they certainly hadn't looked like this when I had. 
Her words becoming clearer to me, I infer that she is directing people,
telling them what to do.
   "Keep the healers up, we've just about got this.  Avoid the spikes -
three - two - one - NOW."
   The monster starts wobbling and then falls on the floor inside some type
of dungeon or cave.  All of the characters begin jumping up and down on top
or through it in celebration.  Some purple items appear on the screen and
Page appears to divvy them out.
   "Good work guys, we'll pick up here tomorrow.  We're all locked to the
instance now."
   With that she closes the lid to her laptop and jumps up to hug me.
   She's really squeezing me tight.  Last nights dream floods my mind and I
shake the images.  Her embrace has me staring at her ear and I look at all
the shiny studs and dangling sparkly gems.  She smells like heaven, the
smoky aroma gone now, I presume she showered after I left.  Long moments
are passing by and I don't really know how long we've been embracing.  I'm
not keeping her from going, she's definitely the one still holding me.
   When she finally releases me, she says, "I'm so glad you're home."
   "Yeah, me too.  So what was that?"
   "It's just a game I play sometimes.  Sorry about the noise Ry, I was
just letting off a little steam."
   "No, no, that's no problem, I was just curious.  It looked pretty
intense; that relaxes you?"
   "Hmm - yeah, I guess it is a little - I enjoy the challenge and I guess
the relaxation comes after." Then she adds giggling, "- kind of like sex."
   Blushing at her joke, I can't help looking at her where she's backed
away.  When she'd stayed with me last year, I'd had a girlfriend, Natalie,
who stayed here off and on, so I hadn't paid much attention.  Now, however,
my eyes were drinking her in, almost lustily.  Her comment about relaxing
after sex has pushed my mind right back into that vivid dream.
   "I don't have dinner ready like I said I would but it isn't really time
yet," she says, as she observes where I'm looking.
   I turn away feeling guilty, "Hey, it's fine, you don't have to make my
meals to stay here." I head to the liquor cabinet.  "Also, I'm home earlier
than I expected and we're recessed for the rest of the year."
   "So your free?"
   "For now, I am; I've got to go back for a few days in January and then
I'm done."
   "What do you want me to make for dinner?" she persists.
   "Maybe we should look into getting you some clothes," I say as I mix
myself a gin and tonic.  Turning back to her, she's following me into the
hall.  "You know those aren't really travel clothes," I say pointing at her
outfit.
   "Yeah, I know, but we're not talking about that, right?"
   "Okay, what about the money?  I don't really feel safe with you having
that on you here; shouldn't you put it in a bank?"
   "I've already taken care of that."
   "Oh, uh - okay.  Well, what can you tell me?"
   "Look, Ryan.  We're going to be okay.  I'm fine, now that I'm here."
   I can't stop looking at her.  Try as I might, I keep imagining that
little star in my mouth again.  A flicker of a smile crosses her lips.
   "Am I driving you to drink?"
   I'm in mid-gulp and sputter at her words.  "No, cough - um no.  I've
been being a little down."
   She shrugged and said, "Well, I didn't eat lunch and I actually am a tad
hungry."
   "Okay, clothes shopping and then dinner?"
   "Sounds good; I'll get my shoes."
   As she disappears down the hall, her short skirt bouncing and wiggling,
I'm suddenly craving a cigarette again.  I start to reach up to take the
pack down when I stop myself, set my half finished drink on the counter and
go wait for her by the front door, where I put on my mid-length leather
jacket.
   Finally, she's back with her black boots and long black socks.  The
vision of her risqué outfit is making me hard and I'm glad my coat comes
down far enough to obscure it.
   "Okay, lets go get you something warmer than these," I say as I hold her
long coat open for her to put on.
   I open the door for her and we step into the cold.  Looking upward, I
note that the previously mackerel sky has changed to heavy black looking
clouds that seem to be threatening snow.  I pull the door closed and Page
heads directly to my car that is parked in front on the street.  I click
the unlock, we climb in and I start the engine.
   "Is a Kohl's okay?  There's one right down here on Kingstowne."
   "Anything will be fine, Ryan."
   My girlfriend used to shop there, but her taste was definitely not
similar to Page's current fashion sense.  Ummm taste, I really want to
taste.  Shaking the image, I pull out and head toward the mall; it's only a
couple minutes away.  When we arrive at the mall parking lot, we get out
and snow is starting to flurry on us.
   "Ohhh, it's going to snow!" she exclaims excitedly.
   "The weather is calling for a dusting, but these clouds look pretty
ominous.  Let's get you some clothes."
   Inside we find the petite section, since Page is probably 100 pounds
soaking wet.  Even if they don't have what Page wants, they'll at least
have something that meets her needs.  I observe her looking at clothing
that just isn't winter appropriate and I try to ignore it as she picks out
several items to try on.  She goes inside the changing room with three
outfits and reappears moments later to model the first one.
   "What do you think?"
   Why's she asking me?  The blouse is very tight with a plunging neck. 
The pants are Capris that hug her so tightly, that I think I can see her
clit ring poking through.  "Um - yeah, it's nice," I say, as I stare.
   She frowns and heads back to change into the next one.  When she
reemerges this time, my eyes nearly bug out as this one is even more
revealing.  The shirt shows more cleavage and a little of her midriff,
although the bellybutton ring isn't visible.  The pants are ultra low rise
jeans that show off her bare hip bones.  I'm getting the impression that
she's trying to get a rise out of me.
   As she hands me the previous set, she does a little spin and asks,
"Well?"
   "Those are good," I say.
   That gets a little smile.  She returns in the next outfit which is a
distressed jean skirt that also showed her bare hips but was a little
longer than the skirt she'd worn.  The blouse is less revealing, but very
much her style.  Pleats along the sides force her breasts outward and even
without the cleavage, it gives her a very sexy appearance.
   "All three outfits look pretty good, Page, but I think you need to get a
couple pair of regular length jeans and flannel shirts."
   "Okay, Dad," she said teasingly, as she heads back to the changing room.
   When she comes back she hands me the other two sets and I try another
approach, "Look, I don't have anything to do for the next month, so we can
do all kinds of stuff.  I simply don't want you to freeze if we decide to
go skiing or something over Christmas."
   "Ooo, I've always wanted to ski." She prances off to pick out several
pairs of jeans and some warmer shirts, although not flannel.  A couple of
minutes later she's back and says, "Okay, let's go."
   "Let me see what you've got," I say, not understanding her hasty
behavior.
   "These'll be good.  Don't you need some - uh - you know - um -
undergarments?"
   "Oh, yeah...  Here, take these."
   She hands me the entire stack and I head over to the check out station
to wait.  The clerk starts ringing up the items, removing hangers and
security devices.  When she comes back she's got a hand full of bras, a
couple of packages of panties and a bunch of socks which she piles onto the
counter.  The clerk hands me the first huge bag full of stuff and begins
ringing up the remainder.  I can't help but notice a bra and panty set that
is extremely sexy as he scans it.  I look over to see Page blushing back at
me.
   "Will you be putting this on your card today?" He asks me, as he hands
over the second big bag.
   "Yeah, lets - "
   "No!" she interrupts.  "How much is it?"
   "$435.87."
   "Here you go," she says, handing him four hundreds and a fifty.
   "Here's your change.  Ten, one, two, three, four and thirteen cents. 
You have a great evening and be careful in the snow."
   I hadn't even been paying attention to the weather, Page's modeling had
kept me distracted.  When we got to the door we see what is more than an
inch accumulated in the parking lot.  There several black tire tracks
through the snow, but there are vary few cars left.  We head out into the
still falling snow, I click unlock and open for the trunk.  I place her
items inside and close it.
   "I know I said 'dinner', but maybe we go home and eat across the street
at the diner?"
   "That'll be fine," she said.
   "I had no idea we were going to get this much snow."
   "It's nice, we don't get any in California.  This reminds me of when I
was nine..." she says cheerily.
   Heading back to the flat we encounter several traffic issues and a big
accident on Franconia, that causes me to change my route.  I feel lucky to
get back to the flat before the snow makes things too bad.  I climb out of
the seat, pop the trunk and gather one bag and start to get the other, when
suddenly, Page is there grabbing the one with the undergarments.  I close
the trunk and head to the door with her following me.  Inside, I carry the
bag back to her room with her right on my heels.
   "Okay, I'll be waiting," I say as I slide past her and she heads inside
her room to change.
   I head right back to the kitchen and finish my drink while I wait.  The
flirty behavior in the store was really making me anxious and that last
part, when she'd insisted on paying cash was odd.  I knew she had that pile
of money, but for some reason, I'd thought I was getting her the clothes.
Natalie hadn't ever bought anything the entire time we'd dated.
   "Is this okay?" Page asked from behind me.
   A bit startled, I turned to find Page had changed very quickly and now
has on a nice black turtle neck and those low rise Capris, her hips
enticing me to look.
   "Yeah, you know it's casual, we've eaten at the diner before."
   It was nothing special but having it close made it easy on me when I
didn't want to fix myself a dinner.  Looking Page over, I can now see she's
forgone a bra and feel a surge of lust as I realize I can see the outline
of the star through the tight fabric.
   I know she sees but she's taking my hand and saying, "Come on, I'm
really hungry now."
   "You going to let me buy dinner?" I ask putting her coat back on her.
   "Yeah, that won't raise any flags."
   We're out the door and walking down the street together.  The snow is
nearly two inches deep now.  She's got my hand and we're about to cross at
the intersection; I'm deep in thought and start to step into the street.
   Page pulls me back.  "Hold up dude!"
   A car whips past sloshing slush up that nearly gets us.  I admonish
myself for not paying attention to my surroundings.  Page's change in
behavior and appearance are really doing a number on me.
   "Thanks," I say, still contemplating the 'raise any flags' comment. 
What kind of flags?  I wonder.
   We cross the street together and go into the diner.  It's pretty
informal and they know me, so we go to a booth, remove our coats and seat
ourselves.
   "I've actually missed coming here," she says from across the Formica
covered table.
   "Yeah, it is pretty homey."
   I'm still in a fog as I stare at her nipples poking through the tight
black turtle neck.  The diner is warm, but still they are hard and the star
is drawing my eyes like a magnet.  I try to look away, but keep coming back
to rest there.  Who is this beautiful woman and what is exciting her so?
   The waitress comes to take our order.  We both order tea and Page gets
her usual, a vegetarian dish; at least that hasn't changed.  I order the
special today, which is beef tips in gravy with mashed potatoes and turnip
greens.
   "Where are you Ryan?"
   I look up from her breasts embarrassed.  "I - hmm.  I don't know.  It's
weird.  Maybe I'm having a reaction to the Ambien I was taking." Or maybe
I'm lusting for that star, I think to myself.  "Why did you come here,
Page? I know you missed me and I missed you too.  But there's something
else -"
   "You make me feel safe and loved."
   I think about that in silence, 'safe and loved' is something real, I
suppose as I drink my tea to the bottom of my glass.  Only the sound of the
straw sucking air brings me back.  Page is grinning at me, I think she's
enjoying the effect she's having on me.
   "You're terrible," I tell her, chuckling at my own silliness.  "You ask
all these questions of me and I'm left to guess about you.  You aren't the
same Page that was here a year ago, you know?"
   "That's fair.  I am different - life has changed me some and I've made
some changes in response."
   I was about to ask what kind of changes when our food was delivered. 
The aroma of the food reminds me I haven't eaten anything today and I dig
in to mine.  I'm still thinking about what she's said, but how do I coax
out some more details without pissing her off?  Page is eating much like
she had last night, quickly and seems to almost rush.
   "Everything okay?"
   "Yeah, I'm just hungry."
   "Even your eating habits have changed?"
   "I got busy today and forgot to eat," she says defensively.
   "Hey, I'm just worrying about you."
   We finish in silence, pay the bill and leave.  Back outside, the night
has settled in, the snow has stopped for now and we walk back in darkness
interrupted by the occasional streetlight.  Inside the flat, the pack of
cigarettes is calling me, pulling me to them, but I restrain my desire. 
Page is looking at me from where she's taken a seat at the bar in the
kitchen.  It's only about 8:00 PM, so I fix a Scotch, to calm my anxiety
and desire.
   "Ry, what's with all the drinking?" she asks, putting her hand on mine
as I join her at the counter.
   "Two drinks isn't that much," I start defensively.
   Her look tells me that's not true.  "I don't even remember you having a
single drink last year."
   "That's true, I don't normally drink much, but I haven't been sleeping
well.  There's a bunch of stuff going on right now.  Natalie and I broke up
this summer, I lost that election and I've been feeling 'old'."
   "You're only twenty-seven!"
   "I know!  It's silly, I've just been in a mood.  I was taking Ambien
until last night, because I don't sleep.  And when I do, I have some really
fucked up dreams.  Anyway, I don't want to take any pills but want to
sleep."
   As I finish, she's beside me rubbing my face with her little hands. 
"Sounds like I got here just in time," she says, as she raises up on her
toes to kiss my cheek.
   I'm flustered and feel a buzz in my pocket.  Reaching down to pull out
my phone I realize it isn't there and it's that 'phantom buzz' I often had
when I walked around without it.
   Page sees the odd expression on my face and asks, "What's wrong?"
   "My phone seems to have gone missing," I say looking around.
   "Where'd you have it last?"
   "Hmm, I think I had it at the mall," I say, as I head to the front door
to check my jacket pocket.  "It's not here either." I go to the office and
look around, it isn't there either.  Picking up the cordless, I dial my
number.  "It went right to voice mail."
   "Hmm, that doesn't sound good.  Let's see if we can get it turned off,"
she says, as she opens her laptop.
   It turns on almost instantly and she's opened some kind of old clunky
command line looking window, she's typing furiously and then just says,
"Done."
   "Done?"
   "Yeah, it was pinging, but moving so I assume it was stolen.  I sent it
commands to: wipe the data, report it stolen and disable."
   "You did what?"
   "Remember I had you put that app on it last year?"
   "Oh, yeah.  Thanks, I forgot," I said, as I remember how she'd insisted
on having my phone right after I renewed my contract.  "So, I guess it's
gone then?" I'd been considering canceling my contract in January anyway.
   "Well, they often turn up in foreign markets, but yeah, you probably
won't see it again." Then she asks, "Do you really need it; you're off
right?"
   "I guess you're right, maybe I'll just call tomorrow and cancel my
contract.  I just look at my e-mails and stuff.  It had all my personal
information and contacts though."
   "Most of that is on your PC or in the cloud right?"
   "Yeah, it's just weird," I say.  "Wow, I'm feeling really tired all of a
sudden.  I think I'm going to get a shower and go to bed."
   "Okay, good night, Ry.  I think I might be right behind you."
   In my room I strip off, head into the restroom and am closing the door
to the hall just as Page is heading to her room.
   "Nice," she quips.  Her hand covers her mouth as if in shock as she
gives me a quick look over.
   "Sorry," I offer, as I continue closing the door.
   Behind the door, my cock is suddenly much harder.  I wasn't entirely
flaccid when she saw me moments ago, but now I'm rock hard.  The door to
her room is already closed but exhaustion must be making me do things out
of order; that hadn't happened once when she'd stayed here last year.
   In the shower my erection goes down slightly as I wash.  Quickly, I'm
back out and I dry off, brush my teeth, use the can and then close the
door. Just as I'm slipping into bed I hear Page go into the bathroom to use
the can.  Then there is water running in the sink as I presume she's
brushing her teeth.  I begin to fall asleep as I vaguely sense the sounds
of her in the shower.  Mmmm, Page is in the shower...
   Some time later I dream someone is in my bed again.  Small, shapely and
nude she snuggles into me.  I want to think it's her but I'm certain it's
not; it's just another wacky dream...
   There's a soft light in the room somewhere.  Is it the light on my night
stand?  I can't think clearly...  I need to sleep.  So tired...
   There's a light on...  Did I leave it on again?  My eyes open and see
light in the bathroom...  My dick is hard and feeling lovely sensations of
moisture and compressions.  Vaguely, I start to be aware that I'm not alone
in my bed.  Am I dreaming?  Someone is backed against me and I've pressed
into her.  There is the warmth of smooth skin pressing against me, moving,
soft and tight.  Such a lovely dream.  Why do I keep dreaming of Page? 
It's so - wrong - I shouldn't, but she's so beautiful and bright.
   "Page?"
   "Yes."
   "Is it really you?"
   "Yes."
   "What are we - "
   "Shhh..."
   I hear soft squishing sounds and feel myself moving amongst a tight
moistness.  It doesn't make any sense; my mind can't process what's
happening...
   Her skin is so soft.  My hands find her breasts, feel their full shape
and tweak her nipples.  The star, it's the star, I become aware it really
is Page, not some dream.  But I shouldn't do this, shouldn't want this.
   "Twist it."
   Slowly increasing my thrusts, I twist the ring lightly and hear a
breathy moan.  She's pressing herself backward to meet my thrust more
forcefully now.  My hands continue to cup and squeeze her magnificent
breasts.
   I feel her small hand rubbing me and herself urgently.  Her body is
becoming tense and breathing ragged.  My excitement is overwhelming me and
I grip her breasts tightly and begin pulling her onto me harder. 
Repeatedly my dick escapes and reenters her as we undulate against one
another.
   "Oh, yeah!  Fuck me, fuck me Ry!  Make me cum."
   Her words, so dirty, entice me to fulfill her desire.  My hands join
hers at her pussy and I'm rubbing her there, pressing hard on her clit I
feel the piercing there now too.  It feel's like another barb similar to
the one, in her tongue.  My fingers on either side of her protruding clit,
I squeeze them together as I continue to pump inside her.  Despite our
difference in height, our bodies fit so nicely together.  Her hips press
tightly into me.  I feel myself tensing and I quicken my pace.
   "Page, I'm going to cum -"
   "Cum inside me, fuck me with your throbbing cock!"
   This isn't right I'm supposed to protect her, but I can't fight how good
it feels, how much I want what she's giving me.  My fingers rubbing and
pinching her clit, I feel her begin to quiver and tremble.
   "Ooohhh, fawk, fuck!  Ung - ahhh - ahhh - ohhh!  Sooo good, Ry!  Keep
doing that, you feel so good inside."
   Her quaking and bucking sends me into full orgasm.  I feel my balls
tightening, my cock straining to go deeper inside her.  Suddenly she
stiffens and I'm bottoming out on each thrust.
   "Page?!  Oh fuck.  I'm - I can't - oooohhh faaaaa..." I hiss, as I
unload inside her.
   "Yesss....  " her hissing joins mine.
   My thrusts continue unabated against her tense form.  My hands move to
her hips as I pull her into me for my final thrusts.  Pulling her onto me
forcefully, I reach my trembling climax.  My dick is twitching inside my
little sisters vagina.  I feel her vaginal muscles compressing, undulating
the length of me, milking as much of my ejaculate out of me as they can.
   Hugging her tightly, I inhale the scent of her hair.  I never want this
to end, though I can't understand why or how this has all happened.  My
mind is grateful, my body relaxes.  Our breathing calms and I'm holding
her. She's still here, it definitely isn't a dream.  I'm so tired...
   What seems like moments later I awake.  Page is still here, the light is
off, but there is a dim light of early morning.  Her head is on my chest,
her arms are about me.  The warmth of her body so comforting and relaxing,
I drift off again.
   I awake with a start and sit up in my bed.  Page is gone now, but I know
she was here.  Pleasure and guilt fight it out in my mind as I head to the
can to relieve myself.  In the bathroom, I smell something cooking,
wonderful spices and I know instantly that Page is making her famous French
toast.  I flush the toilet and wander into the kitchen, my cock leading the
way.  Page has the electric griddle going and is cooking in the nude.
   Her eyes light up as she see me.  "Hey, I'm making breakfast!" she says,
as she rushes to hug me.  We embrace at the counter, our nude bodies
touching, I become further aroused.
   "Page?"
   "Shhhh," she says, as she pulls my head down to kiss her.
   When she releases me I stare at her nude body as she returns to flip a
couple of pieces of toast on the griddle.  She's perfect.  Her hour glass
shape moves away and I get a sidelong look at her full breasts.  They are
large on her frame, but pert with tight excited nipples.  The little star
grabs my attention as she moves to pull the pieces of toast from the
griddle.  Her belly button dangle glimmers as she bends to place a plate at
both of our seats and then hops onto the stool.
   "Let's eat them while they're hot," she says, looking down at my
throbbing cock.
   I continue looking at her longingly as I join her at the counter and
pour some maple syrup on my still steaming French toast.  I cut off a
triangular piece with my fork and savor the nutmeg and allspice flavors, as
Page observes my face for my reaction.
   "Is it okay?"
   "You know these are my favorite," I say smiling at her.  "What's this
all about?"
   "I know, this is all crazy and I just wanted to say 'thanks'."
   "Thanks?!"
   I'm at a loss for words.  She's fixed me breakfast after making love to
me, maybe for the second time.
   "I don't know what to say, Page.  I love you and care for you very much.
I just don't know where all of this is coming from or where it's going."
   "You seemed to know where you were going this morning," she teases, as
she takes me in her hand.
   A breathy "fuck" escapes my mouth.
   "After we finish breakfast," she whispers playfully.
   I eat another couple of triangles with syrup dripping off of them, as
Page rushes to finish hers.  She's hungry.  Every time I've seen her eat
since she arrived, she's eating like there is a deadline to be met.  I
suppress the urge to take her right now, as she seductively licks the syrup
from her lips.  Lust and mischief twinkle in her eyes as if she's reading
my thoughts.
   The second half of my toast is gone, but I'm enjoying watching her as I
eat.  I don't want to rush, but suddenly she's on her knees at my stool and
she's dripping syrup on my increasingly engorged cock.  My eyes are wide as
her sensuous lips engulf me.  I should stop her, but I can't and don't want
to.  I feel the barb in her tongue against the underside of my shaft and my
eyes close involuntarily.  Wet sloshing noises bring me back to my senses
and I watch her mouth bobbing me into and out of her mouth.
   I look down to see her looking back at me, her playful eyes full of love
and mirth.  She nibbles on my cock head and then forces me into her mouth
to nearly gagging.  Then she releases me and grips me with her hand and
gives me several playful jerks.
   "Tag, you're it," she says, as she stands and tittups off toward my
room, glancing back to watch me giving chase.  When I catch up to her she's
laying in the middle of my bed with just the lower part of her body under
the sheet.
   I'm not sure what game she's playing, but it's making me crazy.  Her
lips have a smile on them as she watches me approach from the door and she
starts raising the sheet teasingly.  I approach the bed slowly and she
raises the sheet to just below her beautiful breasts.  Getting on the bed
on my elbows, looking at her face, I make no movement to attack her and
instead wait for her.
   "Come on," she pleads.
   "Tell me what you want."
   "I want you to rip the sheet away and take what you want," she said
lifting the sheet even higher now, covering herself to the neck.
   Raising up, I pulled the sheet down quickly.  Her bare pussy and clit
ring glistening in the soft light from the shaded window catches my eye.  I
yearn to taste her, feel them in my mouth and make her squeal with delight.
Her skin has goose bumps all over as she plays at covering herself, one
hand at her crotch and the other across her chest.  Moving to her midriff,
I kiss and nibble around the belly button chain which causes her to flinch
at the tickling effect these have.
   Inching lower, she moves her hand to allow me access to her glorious
vulva.  There's the tiniest bit of puffiness and her hood and clitoris are
fully aroused.  I lick around her outer lips for the longest time as Page
opens her legs further and soft moans begin to emanate from her mouth.
   My tongue slips between her lips to finally taste what I can smell and
as I lick upward, I take her clit and the C-shaped barbell ring between my
lips, sucking lightly.
   "Ohh, faaa," she hisses, as she presses her hands into my short hair.
   Her encouragement only makes me work harder to bring her pleasure.  My
hands positioned behind her hips now I press my face into her harder as I
suck more of her lips into my mouth and work them between my lips and
tongue.  Soon Page is bucking and squirming as her fingers knead my hair
and press me down.  Her climax eminent, her breathing quickens and I can
feel her tensing as she begins to tremble and spasm.
   "Oh, fuck, Ry, right there, just like that.  Ohh, gawd, yeah.  Thats -
goooood," she says, as she shivers to completion.
   I release her from my mouth and lick her gently around the opening.  I
kiss her inner thighs lightly and then teasingly lick her cute pink
puckered ring, which gets another shiver and 'fuck yeah'.  Her hands no
longer in my hair, she's coaxing me upward and spreading her legs wider,
opening herself for me to enter.
   "Fuck me, Ryan, please."
   Her words make my already stiff cock even harder and I press into her
slowly.  Looking down into her eyes, I watch as her wetness eagerly guides
me into her.  Soon she's got her feet on my buttocks pulling me forward and
my dick completes its journey and our pubis meet.  Her eyes wide, I
withdraw slowly.  Looking between us I see the sheen of her liquid on me
and I press back into her.  A few more times and Page becomes impatient. 
Her legs pull me downward quickly and she raises up to meet me.  Lustily
she leans forward and takes my nipple between her teeth.  Tenderly she nips
and then sucks me as my pace builds.
   Hips thrusting forcefully, my dick is bent slightly backward as I pound
into Page, so that each thrust presses me firmly against her clit.  I begin
leaning back to take her legs and lift them up so I have better leverage. I
can see the eagerness in her eyes now and her heels are digging into my
hips pulling me forward on each stroke.  My thrusting continues but I long
to have that star in my mouth again.  The dream images of that first night
flood over me and I lean forward spreading her legs again as I take her
left nipple and the ring into my mouth.  She exhales a brief 'yes' as we
share this desire.
   "It's - you're - so - good.  Pound into me!  I want you to shoot.  Ungh,
yeah, ungh, ung, shoot it inside me."
   "Oh, fuck, Page.  You're - so hot - so fucking hot.  Tell me again, uh,
ah, tell me what you want."
   "Fuck your sister's tight pussy.  Fuck it hard.  Fuck me and fill me
with your seeeed.  Ohhhh, fuck, shooot it in me.  Oh fuck, Ry, tell me you
love me."
   Her last words in particular send me over the edge.  Those dirty 'fuck
me' words excite me, but her desire that I tell her that I love her has me
pounding into her furiously, our bodies slapping together until I feel
myself twitching against her.
   "I'm - I'm there!  Page, cum with me.  Oh fuck!  I'm cumming...  I do -
I do love you Page."
   The wet sloshing sounds of me entering her stop suddenly as I press into
her and she grips me tightly with her legs behind me.  A torrent of jizz
comes from me and is now escaping onto the sheets as I continue quick
periodic thrusts.
   "Oh fuck, yeah.  I'm cumming," she hisses.
   Her hands pull my face to her and we kiss deeply.  She's desperately
kissing my face and lips.  I lower my body onto her and hug her tightly as
I accept her tender lips.  Joyful bliss is in my heart.  There is also a
mixture of incomprehension of what I've done, how we came to this and fear
about what comes next.  I slide off and face her as we lie together.
   "You do, don't you?" she asks, as she strokes my face.
   "Yeah, I don't understand what's happening, but I do."
   "Come here, Ry; I love you too."
   I can't help feeling a little guilt for accepting what she's given me,
but I don't want to turn her away.  She's so adorable, loving, exciting and
sexy.  I don't entirely understand where these feelings I have for her are
from, but the love I'm feeling is deeper than I've ever experienced with
anyone I've known.  Her eyes are looking deeply into mine.  Holding her
here in my bed, my sadness and depression seem to have melted away, only
the deep feelings of contentment and relaxation remain.  The love in Page's
eyes transport me to a time and place where I feel the overwhelming desire
to protect and love my sister who has become this beautiful woman.
   Awaking some time later, I find I'm alone.  The feeling of calm still
pervades my mood.  This change in my life had initially seemed likely to
bring upheaval, but now...  I roll over and out of the bed.  I pull on some
boxers, jeans and a tee shirt.  Heading into the hall, I wonder where Page
is when I hear her talking in the office again.  As I approach, I hear her
talking to her computer again, but this time she's asking questions.
   "What do you think this means?"
   I can't hear the answer, but her next question brings anxiety into my
mind again.
   "So you're sure it's been compromised?"
   Another muffled answer.
   "Okay, that's what I thought, I'll tear it down and get back to you."
   I walk into my office to see my computer taken apart.  There are parts
disconnected and scattered on my desk.  Page's laptop is on the desk and
she looks up as I enter.  There's another laptop that's connected to what I
think is probably my hard drive.
   "I know what this looks like, Ryan, but the phone theft was just the
beginning of your trouble."
   "What is happening?"
   "I'm working on that, but it appears they've gotten into your computer."
   "They?"
   "We haven't determined - "
   "We?"
   "That's the part I can't explain right now."
   To be continued.
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