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 Title: Katy's Smell: Day 01
Summary: Estranged siblings confront their secret past...
Keywords: inc,fic
   Part One
   I was rudely awoken by a small knee being driven into my chest as a
child leapt onto my bed and landed right on me.  I would have been caught
off guard but this was a fairly common occurrence in my house.  My 6 year
old daughter Gracie was giggling as she squirmed on top of me.  I roared
playfully and wrestled with her for a moment.
   "Time to get up!" came a more adult voice from the hallway.  My wife
Adrienne entered the room carrying a laundry basket, and she smiled at
seeing us playing on the bed.  "Gracie, let Daddy up.  He needs to get
ready for your Aunt Katy."
   My fun with Gracie was interrupted by the sudden skip of my heartbeat
that was all too familiar when my sister's name was mentioned.  Fortunately
Adrienne didn't notice and simply went about her task of collecting the
laundry.  Gracie climbed off the bed and ran off down the hall toward her
room.
   I swung my legs over the edge of the bed and sat there in my boxers for
a moment.  I felt my heart normalize and I went for the shower.  As I stood
under the streaming hot water, the anxiety I had felt earlier started to
rise again.  It had been nearly three years since I had seen Katy.  Not
because I didn't want to see her, and not because she didn't want to see
me. We had simply both agreed that it was the right decision considering
the circumstances.
   Katy was 24 now, younger than me by 2 years, and unlike me she never got
married.  Not because of anything wrong with her, on the contrary, she
could have any man she wanted.  That was part of the problem.
   I finally turned off the water and stood in the shower for a moment. 
Adrienne came into the bathroom and grabbed the towels out of the hamper,
barely noticing me standing there naked.  When she did finally look up at
me, I saw a mischievous look in her blue eyes.  She was a gorgeous blond,
tall and thin.  Having a child hadn't done much to her stunning figure, and
she was still the sexiest thing I had laid eyes upon in recent years.
   "Whoa there big boy," she said, eyeing me below my waist.
   I followed her gaze and saw that I was sprouting a huge erection.  She
seemed amused by it, but it was actually very disconcerting to me.  I hid
it well though, and smiled sheepishly at her.
   "It's the morning," I replied.
   She always called me "big boy" when referring to my penis.  It was true,
I had a pretty big dick.  I don't know how overly attractive I was as a
package, but Adrienne was always excited by the size of my package.  Our
sex life was great, and I had the feeling I could easily convince her to
take off her clothes and join me in the shower.  But I knew that we both
had things to do before my sister arrived with my mother later today from
out of state.
   Adrienne, still carrying the laundry basket, sauntered over to me and
put her face up to mine.  She reached her free hand out and grasped my
penis firmly.  We kissed and she released me from her grip.
   "Now hurry up and get ready," she said, beaming.  "We need some things
for tonight's dinner.  Take Gracie with you, so I can finish cleaning."
   I didn't want to tell her that the giant erection I was sporting was not
simply morning wood.  It was because I had been thinking about Katy.  God,
how embarrassing that would be to admit.  Embarrassing and completely
inappropriate.
   I did as I was told and hurried to get ready.  I threw on a pair of
shorts and a t-shirt and hunted through the house for our daughter.  Once I
finally got her to put on her shoes and hop into the SUV with me, we took
off to the grocery store to get everything for tonight's special dinner.
   Gracie was singing to herself and allowing me to ponder things seriously
for a while before finally speaking up.
   "Daddy, where's Aunt Katy's husband?" she asked.
   I glanced at her in the rear view mirror.  "What do you mean, baby?"
   "Is she said that she doesn't have a man to be married to?"
   "I don't know," I replied, though it was a bit of a lie.  "I think she
hasn't found the right man yet."
   "Does she live with Grandma?" Gracie asked.  She hadn't seen Katy in so
long, it was no wonder she was having all these questions.
   "No, baby," I answered.  "Aunt Katy lives by herself.  She's just
visiting with Grandma so we can all be together at the same time."
   Making up simple answers to Gracie's childish questions was easy enough,
but the real reason that Katy hadn't visited in so long was foremost in my
mind at this moment.  I could clearly remember my heart in my throat while
we had that last conversation together.  Not more than two or three emails
had followed, and only those to throw off the scent that anything was
wrong. My mother couldn't be suspicious as to why we were avoiding each
other.
   Who knows how Katy got out of visiting so long without Mom outright
asking her.  Maybe she had, and Katy had been able to explain it somehow.
Mom never talked to me about it, aside from the occasional comment about
the family as a whole.  I picked up only a scant few details about my
sister from conversations with Mom, but they were barely enough to know
what was going on with her.
   Adrienne, though, had wondered why Katy and I weren't closer.  When we
found out that my mother was visiting, and that Katy would actually be
joining her, it had surprised us both.  She had assumed that Katy and I had
gotten into a fight maybe, or that we just weren't close growing up.  I
hadn't told her very many stories of us as kids.  I kept that part of my
life a secret from her, and she seemed satisfied with that if that was what
I wanted.  Plus Adrienne didn't have siblings of her own, so she was
somewhat unaware of the exact relationship a brother and sister would have.
   I certainly wasn't going to tell her about my relationship with Katy. 
There was nothing normal about that topic.
   "I don't remember what she looks like even," Gracie said as we pulled
into the grocery store parking lot.
   "You don't?" I asked, not trying to dwell on my sister but happy to
converse with my curious little girl.
   She trailed beside me as I pushed the shopping cart.  I found myself
totally preoccupied as we went up and down the isles.  Gracie's innocent
statement about Katy's appearance got my mind spinning as I remembered
every vivid detail of my sister.  Her reddish brown hair, her large golden
eyes, the freckles around her face, the line of her jaw, the cute pug
nose...
   I had to catch myself as I tried my best to listen to Gracie talk to me.
Thinking about Katy wasn't going to make this week any easier while she
stayed at my house.  For some reason I could feel my heart in my throat
again, but I knew it was just the memory from that last time we had talked.
Still, it was replaying in my mind and I couldn't seem to stop it.
   We were sitting in Mom's living room, even though I had already moved
out by that point.  Katy still lived at home though, with one more year
still in college.  I was married already to Adrienne, my college
sweetheart, and Gracie was 3 years old.  I had just been offered a
spectacular position with an engineering firm and hadn't told anyone but
Katy so far.  We had been dreading and hoping for this moment
simultaneously, because we both knew it was the best option, but that
didn't make things any easier for us.
   Katy was trying her absolute best not to cry, and I was never one to cry
anyway but this was the closest I had ever come.  We sat apart rather than
next to each other, close enough to have a private conversation but not
close enough to touch.  That part was important, we had agreed.  No more
touching.
   Katy looked up at me with those giant eyes, wet with tears, but she
still managed a smile of sorts.
   "You know you need to accept this job, right?" she said to me, more of a
statement than a question.
   I nodded.  "Yeah, I know."
   It was all she could do not to reach out and grasp my hand, I could
tell. I remained motionless.
   "I can't come visit you," she continued, "or your family.  We need to
stay apart for as long as possible."
   I lowered my head, as if in defeat.
   "It's just getting too dangerous," Katy said.  "I thought, once Gracie
was born, I'd be able to..."
   She trailed off, and just wiped the tears from her eyes.
   "It's just as much my fault," I replied.
   Katy shook her head.  "That doesn't matter.  You have a wife, and it's
not right.  I couldn't bear you losing Gracie over this, more than I can't
bear to see her grow up."
   Wow, that really hit me hard.  I had to turn away to keep her from
seeing my eyes well up.  I heard her start crying, and finally I turned
back.
   "This is just so fucking wrong," she said, standing up in anger.  "I
hate that it's ended up like this."
   I wanted to jump up and run to her and hold her, but I stayed seated. 
That would only make things harder.
   "It won't be forever," I said.  "A couple of years maybe, or whenever it
feels right again.  You'll find someone else, and it'll be easier on the
both of us."
   She shook her head.  "Is it easy for you just because you're married?"
   I just stared at her.  Of course it wasn't, but I didn't want to say
that and depress her.
   "Mom is going to wonder what happened," she said, "so we'll have to keep
in touch on the surface.  I'll send you an email every once in a while. 
You can send me pictures of Gracie and stuff.  But we have to agree not to
talk about anything."
   I knew what she meant by "anything" and of course I agreed.  I wouldn't
put any of that in an email anyway, for fear that anyone would accidentally
discover it.
   I just nodded.  "Would it be easier if I just left right now?"
   Katy just stared at me.  "God, if only we could just...one last time..."
   I felt the same way, and almost gave in to the temptation, but kept my
resolve because I wasn't just going to give in to my urges.  I truly wanted
what was best for Katy, and I knew deep down that meant we had to break
ties sooner than later.
   "I wish we could," I said, "but it wouldn't help.  It would make it even
harder."
   Damn her devilish sense of humor, she actually flashed me a smile. 
"Would it..."
   I shook my head, but even that slight bit of humor helped.  "Just
remember, emails.  I don't care how hard it is, I'm not going to pretend
we're not brother and sister anymore."
   Katy sniffed.  "Me either."
   Suddenly I was back in the grocery store and listening to Gracie tell me
some story that was probably just a cartoon she had seen recently.  We were
waiting in line to pay for our food.  I had literally blacked out the last
few minutes while thinking back to that time.  I shook my head,
disappointed with myself and afraid of what that meant for the week ahead.
   When we got back home, Adrienne was in the bathtub and Gracie went
outside to play in the yard.  I went upstairs to the master bathroom and
peered in on my wife.  She smiled up at me from the tub, the still water
giving me a nice view of her body under the water.
   "Hey babe," she said.  "Did they have bread your Mom likes?"
   I nodded.  "Yup, we got everything."
   Adrienne kept her eyes on me and her smile widened.  "Where's Gracie?"
   I immediately caught on to what she was really after, and I closed the
bathroom door behind me.  She was pretty transparent, but I think it was on
purpose.  I kicked my shoes off and pulled my shirt over my head.
   "Ooh," Adrienne cooed as she watched me strip and climb into the tub
with her.  It was a bit cramped, but big enough for her to move onto my lap
and straddle me.
   Her hands went right for my penis, and she tugged on it gently with one
hand while playing with my balls in the other.  Without a word she leaned
forward and kissed me.  Within moments I was rock hard, and she was quick
to move the tip to her steaming entrance.  If it wasn't late at night, we
usually got right to business so that Gracie wasn't left unattended to.  I
was just grateful Adrienne was down for sex during the day at all.
   "There we go," she sighed as she slid down onto me.  She enjoyed hearing
me groan with pleasure.
   I started pawing at her breasts while she rode me.  I actually had to
fight to keep myself from exploding already, since apparently I had been
really turned on earlier in the shower when she caught me with an erection.
I let go of her breasts and tried to keep it from being too obvious that I
was distracting myself from the sex.  I didn't want her to think that I
wasn't enjoying it.
   "I'll slow down," she said, surprising me that she could tell just from
my body language.  "It's ok, we can talk too."
   I smiled at her.  She was so beautiful it was hardly unexpected that a
man would shoot off prematurely with her.  Even after six years of
marriage, right before Gracie was conceived, I still had the hots for her.
   "Are you excited to see your sister finally?" Adrienne asked.
   I bit my lip so hard it almost bled, just to keep from climaxing right
then and there.  Before Adrienne could notice, I pretended to shift as if I
was uncomfortable.  She moved just a bit but kept our connection.
   "Of course," I replied.  "It's been way too long."
   Adrienne slowly lifted her slick cunt up my shaft and then brought it
back down, in a wonderful milking motion.  She kept undulating like that
while we spoke, somehow keeping the conversation completely detached from
the sex even though it was happening with eagerness.
   "I'm excited for her to see Gracie," she said, reaching down to touch
herself.  I could feel her fingertips bumping my groin when she would
bottom out on me.  "She needs her aunt in her life.  I can't believe we've
let so much time pass without them seeing each other."
   I really needed to change the subject, for the sake of my emotions more
than anything.  I didn't want to just say that, or else it would be
suspicious.  I flashed her a smile.
   "Can I...?" I asked the question without really asking, but Adrienne
smiled in understanding.
   "You're in a naughty mood," she said, lifting herself up and off of my
cock but then leaning back down to spit on it heavily.  I had to lift my
hips to get it above the surface of the water.
   After she had lubed it up enough, she put her hips back over mine but
moved forward just slightly to position her ass over my cock this time.  I
aimed it as she carefully set herself down on me, and the head of my penis
sunk right into her anus.  She breathed deeply, relaxing her body and
taking me with surprising ease.  This wasn't our first anal romp, after
all.
   After a good minute of working it into her, she finally settled onto me
and had almost my entire length up her butt.  Adrienne leaned forward and
kissed me passionately.  For some reason, anal sex really brought out the
devil in her.  It wasn't that it felt especially good to her, although she
would argue that it had its merits.  It was just the kinky nature of the
act that spurred her on.
   We tongued each others' mouths as she started to move her hips.  I
thrust in and out of her butthole and kept the motion going.  Finally she
leaned back and held herself up on the edge of the tub.  I had a wonderful
view of her pussy and my dick disappearing into the tight sphincter just
below it.  I fingered her cunt while we fucked, and she bit her lip when
she came from the stimulation.  We couldn't be too loud in case Gracie came
looking for us.
   "You want it inside?" I huffed.
   She nodded, still recovering from her strong climax.  I slowed my pace
and thrust with more of a stroking motion, letting the pleasure build and
build until I could feel the impending explosion.  Adrienne was watching my
face carefully, and as I grimaced she had the most erotic expression, like
she was intensely aroused by watching me enjoy myself.  When she felt me
tense up in her butt, she groaned and clenched onto me tightly.
   I grabbed her hips and held her down onto me, burying myself in her body
and claiming that tight little stretch of space in her ass.  I filled her
gut with the cum that was wrenched from my balls by the intense spasms of
my orgasm.  After the brief but intense moment had passed, the heat was
over and Adrienne was smiling at me.  We had been torrid lovers for those
few minutes, but immediately we were back to being best friends and
partners.  It was one of the best parts of sex with someone you truly
loved.
   "That was fun," she said, extracting herself from the act and relaxing
for a moment.
   I squeezed my dick and felt a trailing spasm in my loins.  I breathed in
relief, not even realizing how badly I had needed this.
   We dried off and hurried downstairs to get ready for the rest of the
day. My sister and mother would be here in just a few hours and Adrienne
had planned a big dinner to welcome them.  After that pleasant reminder of
how attracted to my wife I was, I felt more confident now that the prospect
of seeing my sister again after all this time wouldn't open the floodgate
to all those emotions and feelings from the past.
   This shouldn't be hard, I kept telling myself.  The past is the past. 
Let it stay that way.
   Part Two
   The rest of the day, I kept checking my phone every few minutes.  I knew
Katy and I had agreed to break off communication during our hiatus from the
normal sibling relationship, but for some reason I was expecting her to
send me a text or something right before they arrived.  Maybe just a word
or two to say hello or reiterate the boundaries that we both knew had to
exist while she was staying here.
   Adrienne, Gracie and I were waiting patiently in the living room that
evening when we saw my mother's car pull into our driveway.  With a huge
knot in my stomach, I turned the TV off and Gracie jumped up from her spot
on the floor where she had been coloring.
   "Grandma's here!" she squealed, and hurried to the front door.
   There was a bit of anxious excitement in Adrienne too, by the way she
nearly skipped after our daughter.  I thought it was strange how excited
she was by seeing my sister again.  Possibly because her own family was
very small, she found enjoyment at having my family together whenever
possible.  My mother and her got along splendidly, no in-law strife or
irritation like was so common.
   I saw my mother get out of the passenger seat and she was already
smiling.  Gracie was out the door and running to her, and she kneeled down
and did the grandma thing of smothering her with kisses and admiring how
much she had grown.  I tried to keep my eyes on them, and not on the driver
side door opening.  I knew Katy would step out from behind it and I would
see her for the first time in three years.  She could look totally
different now.  That would actually help.
   As if our eyes were magnetically drawn to each other, I caught sight of
her large golden eyes as soon as they came into view.  She was staring
right back at me too, our gaze unbroken and uninterrupted even as she
closed the car door and walked over.  Her hair was shorter than I
remembered, just above the shoulders and layered now, but still her usual
reddish brown.  She was shorter than me, shorter than Adrienne, though they
both shared the thin frame that was more elegant than scrawny.
   Katy wore a camisole top and capri pants, both of which were tight and
showed off her womanly curves.  Did she do that on purpose, or was this how
all single girls her age dressed nowadays?  Adrienne dressed a little more
subdued, but then again she could make any boring outfit look sexy.  Our
eyes stayed locked for longer than was comfortable, and I broke the stare
finally and focused on my mother walking towards me with her arms out.
   "My boy," she said, kissing my cheek and hugging me.  "Still looking fit
as a fiddle."
   "How was the drive?" I asked, typical boring small talk between family.
I almost embraced boring right now.
   "Eh," she said, waving her hand dismissively.  "This one, she drives too
fast and pisses off everyone around her.  But does she care?  Nah."
   Adrienne and Katy hugged, which was oddly pleasant to see.  Katy seemed
really happy, and of course her large eyes lit up even more when Gracie
approached her.
   "Remember me?" she said, kneeling down to her.  I couldn't tell if it
was the sound of her voice or the latent suggestion of accusation in those
words that hit me harder.  Both in different ways, but it was easier to
think about the latter.  It might not have been intentional, but those two
words were like a magnifying glass on the fact that it had been three
years. Screw the fact that we both had agreed to that situation.  It still
hurt, either her or me or the family.
   Gracie was shy at first but I was glad to see her warm up to Katy
quickly.  Who wouldn't?  The girl was beautiful and warm.  If this test of
our former distance held up and we both came out successful in the end,
then we might be able to endure more frequent visits.  I would love for
Gracie to have that, but there were always costs and risks to these things.
   Adrienne, bless her heart, whisked Gracie and my mother inside the
house. I swear she did that on purpose to let me and Katy reconnect
privately.  Maybe she assumed that the distance had been because of hurt
feelings on either side.  Or maybe she just figured this was what long-lost
siblings needed.  At least we were outside in the open, where the
possibility of being seen was strong enough that we would keep our meeting
low key.
   She sauntered up to me, keeping her eyes off of me somehow.  I couldn't
do that, I was glued to the sight of her.  That wasn't even the strongest
aspect of my weakness.
   "So..." She glanced up to me finally and her face was a mixture of
controlled calm and frenzied excitement.  "How has it been?"
   I wanted to check behind me to see if anyone inside the house was
watching.  Adrienne wouldn't allow that, I was safe.  My mother was
probably just as anxious for us to patch things up, as she saw the issue in
her own mind.  I wish it was just as simple as that, a simple
misunderstanding between family members that could be talked through and
forgotten.  Ours was a problem far too unique.
   I shrugged.  "Quiet."
   After a moment of silence, she nodded.  "Good.  Job is good?"
   I nodded.
   "Family?"
   Again, I nodded.
   "Gracie is adorable.  Adrienne being good to you?"
   Not the other way around, if I was being good to Adrienne, the concern
was for me.  I caught on immediately and that seemed to trigger my fears.
   "She's wonderful," I answered, but my tone was almost sad.
   Katy wasn't stupid.  She saw the conflict in my eyes.  She stepped
slightly closer, still about two feet away, but the gesture was done with
intent.
   "Is this going to work?" she asked, afraid of what my answer would be.
   "It has to," I said.  "It's too late now, if you leave Mom won't give up
trying to find out why."
   "I can make something up," she offered.  "I've been able to do that for
three years."
   Again, the accusing words that she probably didn't even mean.  But they
were there to remind me that I was at least half the reason why things were
the way they were.  I chose to ignore her and change the subject.
   "Have you found anyone?" I asked.
   She took a moment to shake her head, slowly and forced as if she was
fighting her natural instinct to keep the information from me.
   I lowered my head in defeat.  I worried she would do this.
   "Not in three years?" I said in disbelief.
   She shrugged.  "There've been some dates here and there.  No futures in
any of them though."
   "We should start walking inside," I suggested, moving to do just that.
   She walked alongside me, as if we were just having a casual chat.
   "Do me a favor?" she said, forcing a smile.
   "What?"
   "Fuck your wife tonight," she said, without hesitation or inhibition. 
"Twice if you have to.  Then find an excuse to come talk to me after
everyone has gone to sleep."
   I was surprised at her suggestion, though not at all by her
inappropriate suggestion.  In fact, I knew exactly why she was asking this
rather odd request of me.  She needed my head to be clear.  I didn't know
what she would do to clear her own head, but apparently she felt she could
keep herself under control on her own.
   "We both know that won't totally stop things from escalating," I
replied, reaching for the door.
   "Then jerk off if you have to," she retorted, flashing me a look.  "You
need my panties to do it?"
   I practically slammed the door closed after I had just begun to open it.
"Hey, watch your mouth!"
   She seemed unapologetic.  "I'm serious.  We both know what will happen
if you come to see me and you haven't drained your balls.  I'm not saying
it won't be my fault.  This is a mutual problem we have.  It's for the
best."
   As bizarre as it must have sounded for a sister to suggest such a thing
to her brother, part of me worried that she was spot on.
   "...I'll see what I can do," I answered finally, opening the door before
she had a chance to say more shocking things.  Even worse, before she said
something dangerous like 'I love you' or anything of the sort.  I didn't
know what would happen then.
   Once we were inside, Katy went to the kitchen to help Adrienne with
dinner.  Mom was giving Gracie all the attention she desired, so I went
back outside to get their things and bring them in.  I hauled their bags
downstairs to the den where the guest room was.  Mom was going to sleep
there and Katy was going to use the pullout couch in my office.  The office
was down in the basement, completely separated from the rest of the house
and two floors away from the bedrooms upstairs.
   I put Mom's bags away first, then took Katy's things down to my office.
I thought about opening them and rummaging through her clothes, not sure
what I was looking for.  I decided against it though.  But I did take a
moment to calm myself.
   Seeing Katy again had been intoxicating.  I couldn't lie about it, and
she would see right through me anyway.  She probably already had.  I'm sure
my face when we spoke gave it all away.  I started opening the couch to
pull the bed out, and remembered one of the first times our relationship
had started to change.
   We were just kids, I was 13 and she was 11.  Why was it exactly that I
had always wanted to sleep on the couch?  It was one of those weird kid
things, like it was a treat to sleep somewhere other than my bed.  Mom
didn't really care, it wasn't like I was a high maintenance kid that was
always getting into trouble.  Usually when I asked for something, she
obliged.
   One night when I was on the couch, I heard Katy sneak into the living
room.  Mom was fast asleep upstairs, and in that old house you had to be
quiet when you moved because of the creaking floorboards.  She had been
good at keeping silent.  We learned to do that almost immediately.  It was
just about patience, not letting the excitement of the game overwhelm our
inhibitions.
   I was in my pajamas and she was in hers.  I had a quilt thrown over me
but it wasn't exactly cold at the time.  Katy poked at my arm to wake me
up, but I wasn't asleep.  I saw a strange look on her face even in the
darkness.
   "Hey," she whispered.  "Wanna play?"
   What a strange thing to say to someone in the middle of the night, I
thought to myself.  I would admit, with some amount of shame, that I
secretly wanted my wife to say those words to me, in that same innocent
manner.  I couldn't tell her though, that wouldn't be the same.  The
innocence wouldn't be there, she would just be doing something I asked her
to do.
   Being a pubescent young boy, I never denied her.  I never really had to
be the one to ask, strangely enough.  I would have, if not for her
enthusiasm for it.  I would have crawled into her room at night and
practically begged her to play if I knew she was willing.  But she was
always the first one.  The forbidden desire was hers foremost.  I was the
lucky recipient.  In the beginning, anyway.  It would eventually turn into
something else that would confuse me for years afterward, until I was
forced to escape the situation and try to start a life without her in it.
   I smoothed the sheets on the hideaway and made it up for Katy.  Knowing
she was going to sleep here tonight, and every night for the next week,
made the act of preparing the spot somehow enticing.  A brother shouldn't
feel this way, I knew.  I had a wife and daughter, both of which I loved
greatly, and yet here I was remembering all those times Katy and I had
fooled around growing up.
   It had started with simple touching.  Noticing the interesting body
parts of the opposite sex.  You couldn't just go up to one of your friends
or school mates and ask them about their genitals, much less try to touch
them.  But if you had a sibling that you were always close to, especially
so after your father passed away, there were practically no secrets.
   For some reason we never felt the shame afterwards that I know would
have curbed this activity.  We never got caught, and it never seemed to be
a point of embarrassment between us.  We were helping each other out, and
were both happy to do it.
   Curiosity quickly turned from mostly visual to always tactile.  I let
her touch me, wherever she wanted.  She let me do the same in return.  We
somehow knew not to try combining our parts, at least in the beginning. 
Not because it was wrong, but because in our minds we weren't old enough to
do that.  Such a long and thick appendage couldn't possibly fit inside of
her tight crevice anyway.
   As we got older, it became readily apparent that we weren't going to
stop any time soon.  I think we eventually realized there was a reason that
siblings weren't supposed to be doing these things.  Neither of us made
much of an attempt with the opposite sex throughout high school.  Why
bother with all that drama when we had everything we wanted right at home?
Girls, besides Katy of course, were all incredibly high maintenance and a
lot of effort for little to no reward.
   I didn't need to try and impress a girl just so she would hold my hand
or cuddle with me in the car.  Katy did all of those things all the time,
without being asked.  Mom was working a lot after Dad died.  We were home
alone most afternoons and some evenings while she worked shifts as a nurse.
Sometimes we would watch TV all night or just sit and talk.  We'd eat
terrible frozen pizza, sit through awful movies just because they were
rated R, and of course fool around.  Long nights like that always began and
ended the same way, and we went to bed satisfied.
   That satisfaction became more over time.  One night, when Katy was
feeling especially adventurous, things progressed to the point of no return
and we lost our virginity to each other.  I pulled out, but it was still so
incredibly wrong that I finally felt shame at what we had done, what we had
been doing all this time.  Katy didn't feel the same though.  She insisted
we do it again, but I just went to bed and fretted with the decision we had
made.
   For a few weeks, we kept a distance between us.  She understood my fear,
but didn't agree with it.  She had been having some strange cramping
throughout her teen years and never had a regular period.  We both
suspected she had problems with her girl stuff, but I still feared that a
real sexual relationship could end up in pregnancy.  That would be a
terrible way for Mom to find out what we were up to all these years.
   She got Mom to take her to the doctor, and after some tests they
determined that she would never have children.  I think Mom was more
devastated than Katy.  In fact, there was a measure of relief in finding
that out, for both of us.  That very night, we had sex again, and this time
I didn't pull out.
   That was the night we both knew we were in trouble.  We slept together
that night and I held her in my arms.  While she slept, I noticed for the
first time that her sex had a distinct smell.  It was intoxicating and
addictive to me.  Her pheromones were imprinted onto me and I was smitten
at a chemical level.  This was my sister, whose body should be a mystery to
me, but it was far too late now.  We were conjoined spirits.
   I shook my head and forced my thoughts back to the present.  I was
staring at the hideaway bed and Katy's bag resting next to it.  I lost the
battle of will and unzipped it.  Inside was a treasure trove of clothing
items that would have her smell.  I rummaged a bit until I found a pair of
panties, and fetched it before closing the bag.
   I held it up close to my face and inhaled deeply.  The aroma was there,
not dirty or soiled in any way, just the pure sex smell of Katy's
womanhood. It had been years since I had smelled it.  The distinct flavor
of her body came back to me in waves, and I remembered the taste of her
pussy and the skin on her breasts and the back of her neck.  I remembered
kissing her lips and tasting vaginal fluid left there from when she had
sucked on my penis right after penetrating her.
   If anyone had seen me at that moment, tenting my pants with an
impossibly hard erection and my sister's panties in my hand, they would be
shocked and no doubt suspect that I was a common pervert panty sniffer.  It
would have appeared exactly so, but it wasn't that simple.  I didn't get
off on sniffing panties, I got off on smelling my sister.  The item of
clothing had nothing to do with it, save for the close proximity to her
genitals that the garment often had.
   I stuffed Katy's panties down the front of my pants and spread it across
my crotch.  The idea that she would discover it missing wasn't an issue.  I
imagined that if she realized it was gone, she would understand who had
taken it and why.  She had already offered to let me have them.  She might
be somewhat disappointed that I had actually needed them, or maybe excited
that I was still showing interest in her even though we had agreed to fight
our urges.
   I stayed semi hard as I came back upstairs to join the family.  I just
needed to get upstairs to the master bathroom so I could quickly relieve
myself.  I could return the panties later when we met as we had agreed.
   Part Three
   Adrienne's dinner was exquisite and fortunately for me she and my mother
did most of the talking.  Katy sat next to Gracie at the table and busied
herself with paying her niece all the attention she wanted.  It was really
nice to see Katy interacting with my family so well.  We didn't look at
each other much and we hardly said a word to each other the whole meal.
   After dinner I helped Adrienne clean up while Katy and my mother took
Gracie into the living room.  I flirted with my wife while we loaded the
dishwasher, as if it negated any forbidden feelings I had been having.  I
still had Katy's panties stuffed into my boxers the whole evening.  I had
used them to jerk myself off into my bathroom sink, but I couldn't just
leave them somewhere to be discovered.  I didn't want to be seen going back
down into my office, so it just seemed logical to keep them there. 
Logical, and arousing.  I was already losing the battle of will.
   The night dragged on for a while, and even after we put Gracie to bed my
mother wanted to stay up and talk.  When Katy excused herself to go to bed,
Mom almost immediately followed suit.  She was probably trying to give Katy
an opportunity to talk to me, but to be honest we really didn't say much to
each other.  Mom was good about not pushing too hard but I could sense what
she was trying to do.
   Finally Adrienne and I went to bed.  I remembered what Katy had asked me
to do when she first arrived.  She wanted me to drain my balls before going
to see her after everyone was asleep.  As we brushed our teeth I wondered
if Adrienne would even be up for sex.  She looked so tired from all the
work she had put into this evening.  I didn't want her to feel bad by
having to turn me down, so I didn't press her.
   I laid in bed that night with my eyes wide open staring straight up at
the ceiling.  Adrienne breathed deeply next to me, out cold it seemed.  It
was after midnight and I knew that Katy was waiting for me to pay her a
visit.  I worried about what I should expect.  Neither of the possible
outcomes seemed better than the other in my mind.  Either she would be mad
at me and talk sternly about our boundaries and how we shouldn't be alone
this week, or she would pounce on me and we would fuck madly.
   I couldn't resist the urge to find out any longer, so I carefully pulled
back the covers and tried to get up from the bed without disturbing my
wife. As soon as I planted my feet on the floor, I heard her stir awake.
   "Hey..." she said sleepily.  "You ok?"
   Dammit, what would I say?  "Fine, I just...want to get a drink."
   She swung her arm lazily toward me and touched my hip.  "No, it's ok.  I
know what you're doing."
   I grew nervous after hearing that, even though I could have assumed she
was still half asleep and not fully aware of what she was saying.
   "Take all the time you need," she continued.  "I'll cover for you
tomorrow if you don't get any sleep."
   I was still frozen in place, as her words seemed to eerily fit a
situation that she couldn't possibly know anything about.  It was almost
like she was giving me her blessing to go fuck my sister.
   "Huh?" I managed, dumbfounded.
   Adrienne rubbed her eyes.  "You're going to talk to Katy, right?  I
think that's great.  You have a lot to catch up on and you've barely spoken
tonight.  Go spend some time with her and reconnect."
   I breathed in relief.  "Oh, uh...yeah.  You're right.  Thanks, we'll be
quiet."
   Adrienne flashed me a quick smile before rolling over and going back to
sleep.
   I should have felt guilty that for the first three years of our
marriage, I had been secretly fucking my sister behind her back.  That's
what I should have felt, and I readily knew that, but unfortunately that
just wasn't how it was.  I was in so deep with Katy that I don't think
guilt was even possible for me anymore.  We shared such a strong connection
that there was no way I would ever break things off with her.  That was how
I felt back then, anyway.
   As I walked down the stairs to my office, I thought about what would
happen if anyone found out about this secret.  Would Adrienne divorce me?
Would I lose Gracie?  Would my mother never speak to me again?  Those were
scary possibilities, especially losing my wife and daughter, but I felt
like I couldn't help myself.  Maybe I was overthinking everything and that
wasn't what Katy wanted anyway.  Maybe we were just going to talk and
things would stay physically dead between us.
   I was slow and quiet, just like we had learned to be in our old house
growing up, and I saw a very dim light on in my office under the door.  She
was still awake, expecting me.  That was a good sign.  I still had her
panties stuffed into my boxers, so I reached into them and pulled the
panties out.  I balled them up in my hand and very slowly opened the door.
I honestly didn't even think about knocking, strangely enough.
   Katy was sitting on the hideaway bed with her tablet.  She looked up
when she heard the door open, and smiled at me.  It wasn't a big smile, not
especially happy, more like an acceptance of a necessary occurrence that
needed to take place.  We needed to get this over with, and she was just
glad to do so.  I closed the door behind me and stood there in silence.
   She was wearing a tank top and panties, not overly appropriate to be
seen in by her estranged brother but considering our past not really
shocking.  Apparently it didn't bother her that I would see her in her
underwear.  Was that a good sign?  Or was danger in our near future?
   She eyed the ball of panties in my hand.  "Good, I'm glad you took care
of things."
   I extended the panties to her with my arm out as far as I could reach
without moving closer.  She accepted them and held them up for inspection.
She frowned.
   "You didn't use them?" she asked in disappointment.
   I shook my head.  "No, I used them.  I just didn't cum in them."
   What a strange conversation for siblings to be having, yet here we were.
This was not strange at all, apparently.
   Katy threw them to the floor near her bag.  "Well, at least you made an
effort.  Come sit with me."
   I carefully moved to the bed and sat on the very edge of a corner.  She
had her legs crossed indian style, hunched over a bit.  She was still a
skinny thing, but something about her body drove me wild still.  I kept my
eyes on hers to prevent any unnecessary distraction.
   She stared right back at me with those gorgeous eyes.  We were trying to
read each other before saying anything.  Would one of us break before the
silent inspection was over?
   "Did it work?" she asked finally.
   I raised an eyebrow.  "Did what work?"
   She gestured around us like I was an idiot.  "This!  Did our separation
work?  Were you able to get over me and move on with your life?  You have a
nice house, awesome family, great job I assume."
   I lowered my head, almost hurt by her words.  "Getting over you was not
my intent."
   She cocked her head.  "What do you mean?  Wasn't that the whole point?"
   I sighed.  "How can I ever?  Are you over me?"
   That caught her off guard, and she didn't answer.  In fact she swallowed
nervously as if she had just been caught doing something wrong.  I would be
lying if I said that didn't give my heart the faintest glimmer of
happiness.
   "I guess not," she admitted.  "So then that three years was all for
nothing?"
   I looked at her with sadness in my eyes.  Did she even realize how hard
it had been to break away from her with the knowledge that we wouldn't
speak or even acknowledge each other for an undetermined amount of time? 
It had been the most painful thing I had ever felt, right up there with Dad
dying.
   She scooted closer to me, and I didn't recoil like I probably should
have.  I could smell her now, the naturally beautiful aroma of her skin. 
Was she doing that on purpose, wearing so little because she knew how her
smell drove me wild?
   "I hate that we had to do that," she said softly, her eyes digging holes
into me.  "I know it was the right thing to do, but I hated it and I hate
it now.  We lost something precious by being apart for so long.  I lost my
amazing niece for the first years of her life.  I'll never get those years
back."
   I shook my head.  "Why are you doing this?  We both agreed-"
   She sighed in exasperation and leaned back on her hands.  Her body was
more exposed to me now, but the conversation was emotional enough that I
didn't really notice overtly.  If this was three years ago, we would have
been naked and holding each other while talking, even with this level of
emotion.  We used to be the same person, and it was difficult for us to be
close again without joining together.
   "The reason I came here," she began, looking down, "was because it
wasn't getting any easier.  I wasn't moving on, and I was dying inside not
being with you.  You don't know how many times I sat up at night holding my
phone in my hands, ready to text you or call you just to hear you say
'hello' before I hung up."
   She was twisting my heart with these words.  I had to consciously hold
myself back from pouncing on her and squeezing her tightly in my arms.
   "We can't do this," I said slowly.  "It's too dangerous."
   Katy looked up at me again with wet eyes.  "You don't think I know
that?"
   "Then what do you expect me to do?" I asked in frustration.
   She shook her head, on the verge of crying now.  "I never fucked anyone
else.  Ever.  The whole time I was with you, and for the last three years."
   That did it.  I felt my heart go up into my throat and there was this
incredible tension all around me that made me want to jump out of my skin.
I was her only one.  How could that be possible?  I knew she could have any
guy she wanted, even for just a hookup.  I was staring at her with a dumb
look but really my mind was racing and I was somewhere else lost in my
thoughts.  Was that really possible?
   She leaned close and her hand trailed onto my leg.  Her skin touching
mine was like fire, and her smell was driving me wild.  I breathed it in,
closing my eyes as I savored it, and she just watched me, waiting to see
how I'd react to her obvious body language.  She wanted me to fuck her, and
god knows I wanted the same thing deep down, but I had some last bit of
control over the situation.  I was the one with the power here, this was my
house, I was the one who came to see her.
   "Did you fuck her?" Katy whispered to me, her face closing in.  Her lips
were so close to mine, I had only to lean forward just the slightest
before...
   I swallowed with some difficulty.  "No."
   As if that fact was the thing that pushed it all over the edge, Katy
looked at me with pity before lunging at me.  Did she think I had abated
sex with my wife to save it for her?  I didn't have time to decide before
our hands were all over each others' bodies.
   Somewhere in the mix we both yanked her tank top off her body and my t
shirt followed suit.  She went for my boxers but she couldn't even touch my
dick before I thrust it up into her.  We hadn't even gotten her panties
off, I was too rushed to be inside of her.  I moved them to the side and
entered her tight hole, which felt all too familiar to me by now.  She had
always been tight, and steaming hot for my pleasure.
   We kissed as much as we moved against each other.  I had to keep my
mouth on hers or else she might make noise and wake someone up.  Somewhere
amidst our mouths intertwining, I tasted the salty wetness of tears on her
face.  That really got to me, knowing how emotional this was for her.  It
was for me too, but it was akin to that first realization that someone else
could feel such heated love for you.  It was humbling and uplifting and
equally emotional all at once.
   After a good minute of rutting, I slowed my pace and we melted into each
other.  It became a soft display of love between two kindred spirits.  The
heat was still there, it had just melted us into formless creatures that
didn't have the adrenaline to force the act.  We weren't acting anymore,
just reacting to each other.
   Eventually, without either of us climaxing, we slowed to almost nothing.
I was staring at Katy's face, our eyes locked together.  We didn't say
anything for a long while, just that open staring with no barriers or
inhibitions.  There was nothing that we could have said that would detach
us from this moment.
   "I promise I won't ruin this," Katy blurted, out of the blue.
   I was sliding my cock up into her pussy at that moment, dragging it
along her walls as I moved back and pulled it out.  Not all the way, just
to the tip before I pushed back into her slowly.  Her mouth slacked just a
bit as I brought her pleasure that she apparently hadn't felt for three
years.
   "We have to be careful," I said, still fucking her but surprisingly
clear in my head.
   She nodded.  "Yes, of course."
   We didn't say anything else for a while, we just kept a steady motion of
sex.  We kissed gently and softly at random intervals.  I touched her small
breasts and sucked at her neck.  Finally, I couldn't take it anymore and I
thrust deep into her and let loose.  She cried out, stifling her mouth into
my chest as she accepted it all.  She wanted it as badly as I wanted to
give it to her.  I weakly rutted against her hips until I was spent, and
collapsed on top of her.
   After some time of recovery, I realized I hadn't made her cum yet. 
During our time together, we always traded orgasms, or if someone was to
have more than the other it was always her.  I remembered times when we
would try to break our record.  How many times could she cum in five
minutes?  Sometimes we lost count and just kept going until one of us was
too tired.
   Remembering those fun times made me scoot back a bit, bringing a frown
from her at first, and withdraw my body from hers.  I reached down for her
cunt and felt her smooth lips with my fingers.  I split her open roughly
until I found her clit.  She sighed when I did, enjoying the feel of my
fingers touching her sex.
   I started circling her clit with my fingertip while we just stared at
each other.  God, she was so beautiful.  She looked the same as before,
barely changed at all with three years of age.  Her naked body looked the
same too.  I glanced down to see my handy work and enjoyed noticing how red
and swollen her pussy was.  She followed my gaze and watched my fingers
work their magic.
   She grunted and moaned when I finally got her off.  She thrust into my
fingers and climaxed heavily, spilling my cum out of her sopping cunt as it
convulsed.  I kept going, not content with just one.  I had to do this for
her to make up for all that time she wasn't getting any sex while I had all
I wanted with my wife.  I kept it up even though she was so sensitive by
now and didn't stop until she convulsed again.  I was rewarded with a small
flood of juice that left a large wet patch on the bed.
   I brought my wet fingers up to my mouth and sucked on them before
leaning in close to her and kissing her full on the lips.  She hungrily
sucked on my mouth, tasting her own fluids unabashedly.  She was never one
to shy away from her own taste.
   We ended up relaxing against each other, still naked and exposed and my
cum dripping from both of us.  We absently played with each others'
genitals just like we used to during an especially boring movie or when we
wanted to be quiet but still have some fun.  We used to purposely go slow
on each other to see who could hold out the longest.  This wasn't exactly
like that but something akin to it.  The memory was a nice one that we
wanted to share again.
   "What are we going to do this week?" she asked me finally, still
stroking me off.
   "Whatever you want to do," I answered, thinking she was talking about
the entire family and which activities we would all engage in.
   "Ground rules?" she asked.
   I guess she was steering this conversation back toward sex.  That was
fine, it wasn't like I would shy away from the subject with her.  Not while
my fingers were buried to the hilt inside of her wet cunt.
   "Good idea," I agreed.
   "How often do you usually have sex with Adrienne?"
   I shrugged.  "A few times a week.  It won't matter."
   She smiled.  "Are you sure?  You're getting older."
   I laughed.  "It won't stop me even if my balls are dry.  I'm still going
to fuck you."
   She squeezed my penis playfully.  "When?  Where?  You can't keep coming
down here every night."
   I nodded.  "Maybe not, but I could tell everyone that we need to be
alone to work out...whatever problem they think we have."
   She shook her head.  "More lies.  It's getting old, you know."
   I eyed her carefully.  "It's not like we have a choice, you know."
   "Don't we?" She looked sad to even be saying that.  "We were able to
stay apart for all this time, even though it killed me.  But we did it. 
Are we being selfish by risking this?"
   I pulled away from her grasp and put my body over hers again.  This
time, I tugged at her panties until they came off, and I slipped my cock
back up inside of her.  I wasn't planning to cum again, but I just needed
to feel her tight warmth.  It was so sweetly emotional to be with her like
this again.  She was my kid sister even now.
   "We never set out to hurt anyone," I said in almost a whisper.  Our eyes
were locked on each other.  "It's going to be complicated, but not
impossible."
   Katy looked like she wanted to cry.  "This whole 'estranged sibling'
shtick isn't going to last forever.  The more we're together, the less we
can keep up that facade."
   "We don't need to keep it up," I said, feeling my loins stir from our
sex.  This girl, she drove me wild with desire!  "No more acting.  We're
not going to separate again, that was obviously futile.  We were barely
together a day and we're already back to our old habits."
   She sniffed, but a smile came over her face.  "You're right, it was
stupid to think it wouldn't happen.  Do you regret it?"
   I couldn't believe it but I really wanted to cum again.  I pulled my
cock out of her pussy and spit heavily onto my fingers to wet it further.
She looked down to see what I was doing, and instinctively pulled her legs
up further to give me access to her asshole.  She knew I liked anal, and
anything we did together gave her pleasure, so there was no hesitation or
need to ask permission.
   I positioned the tip of my cock at her tight back entrance and pushed.
It had been a while, of course, and it took some work, but I eventually
managed to stuff a few inches into her ass.  She grimaced, either in pain
or pleasure, but was working just as hard as I was to get it into her butt.
She started masturbating as I fed more into her.  She was so tight I knew I
could blow whenever I wanted.
   "How could I regret this?" I replied to her, finally.  "How can I resist
you?  You've always been the one I lusted after.  We're closer than any
other two people I know of.  We were apart for three years and we're
already back to the way we were before.  How can we deny each other
anymore?"
   She stared up at my face while she continued to finger her clit as I
assaulted her body.  I ravaged her ass, pistoning in and out in full length
thrusts.  She came first, closing her eyes and grimacing with intense
pleasure.  She let out the cutest little squeal when she climaxed, and it
drove me over the edge.  I grunted and buried myself up into her rectum and
let loose yet another load.  Counting my sex with Adrienne earlier, and
then masturbating with Katy's panties, and now having sex twice with her, I
was completely spent by the time I finished painting the inside of her butt
with my seed.
   I stayed deep inside of her like that, and we just stared at each other.
We were both a mess, bodily fluids all over the both of us.  I would have
to shower before going back to bed.
   For the next hour or so, we just chatted about our lives since we last
saw each other.  It was like old times again, one of us in the other's
bedroom late at night.  Katy was thoroughly sexed in both of her holes and
I was past spent, but she was still playing with my cock, pulling at my
foreskin and staring at it in general admiration while she listened to me
talk about my job.
   We were both exhausted by now and agreed to part for the night.  There
would be plenty of opportunity for us to make up for lost time over the
week.  I had taken some time off work and Adrienne wanted us to do some fun
things together, mostly for Gracie's benefit.  Katy surprised me by saying
that Adrienne invited her to go along with her on her morning jog.  She
seemed excited about it and was looking forward to getting to know my wife
better.
   I kissed her goodnight and took a moment to inhale her scent.  She
stayed motionless as I did, knowing full well how addicted I was to her
smell.  I grazed my hand over her small breasts and we just breathed on
each other for a long moment.  Finally I broke away and left her.
   I showered and returned to my bed, where my wife was sound asleep.  I
lay awake for as long as I could and stared at her.  She was so beautiful,
and I loved her so much it hurt, yet there was this other part of me that
was claimed by Katy.  Was I crazy for thinking that this wouldn't tear me
apart, or worse my family?
   What troubled me more was, why didn't it feel wrong?  What possible
future could this dual relationship have that wouldn't end in heartbreak?
   The rest of the week would have to play out in order to find out...
   to be continued....
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