I've gotta get this outta the way. I'm sorry for my author notes at the end of Chapter 5. This story has a lot of life left in it. It will never come to a close. As I stated, I will probably slow down as my health may not allow a new chapter as often as I've been churning them out. Thank you all for the high ratings and feedback.
As always, all sexual activity is between adults 18 years and older.
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Barbara
I love being with my hubby 24 hours every day. The drive back to Seattle was fun and entertaining. It's interesting how fast life can change. Just four weeks ago, I was Barbara Young, daughter, sister, volleyball player, and simple twenty-year-old girl. Life was simple and easy.
In the blink of an eye, I'm married to the man of my dreams who happens to be my brother. Yeah, I know it's not a real marriage ... yet ... but it is for us. That's all that matters until we look at all the legal ramifications. Good thing we have daddy for that stuff.
We stayed overnight in Wells, Nevada again. Different hotel but same results. We had lots of fantastic sex. But this time, we had room service with daddy's blessing We never left our room until we had to leave. Daddy let us stay an extra night. Another honeymoon gift.
We arrived in Seattle early in the evening. Brian called the agent for the new apartment and we stopped to pick up the key. Brian did the 'Threshold walk' for me again as we entered our first home. Daddy, again, had outdone himself.
Almost directly under the Ship Canal Bridge, we had a great view of the lake harbor and marinas. As with most of the buildings in the area, this one was old and rustic. Perfect for the setting. It wasn't much to look at on the outside, but the inside was gorgeous.
Once inside, Brian closed the door and we wandered around exploring our little abode. Starting with the hardwood floors, the door opened into the family room, a quick turn to the right was the kitchen and the dining room. There's an entry to the dining room on the far side of the family room. At the back of the family room on the left is a hallway leading down to the bedrooms and bathroom. The furnishings were perfect. Dad paid a premium to have it ready for us when we got here.
Neither of us wanted to spend the night away from each other so we unpacked what we had with us and spent our first night at "HOME". Our home. Our perfect, little home. I couldn't stop repeating it. Home. Our home. I knew the newness would wear off, so I reveled in the moment. Home.
Brian
"Yeah, yeah," I said with annoyance. "Home. Home. Home. Get over it, sis."
"I'm not getting over it, jerk," she shot back. "Somebody has to be excited for us. This is our home, baby. OUR HOME! OUR FUCKIN HOME!"
I rolled my eyes and continued my tour.
"Don't you roll your eyes at me, Buster," she said and walked over punch my arm. "This is every girl's dream and you're not going to spoil it for me." She stuck her tongue out and walked in to inspect the kitchen.
"You wanna fulfill the dream, follow me to the bedroom," I batted my eyes.
"Go start without me," she shot back. "Sweet dreams."
Touché. Damn it.
When our tour was finished, we wandered down to a cute little restaurant we saw on the corner when we drove in. We enjoyed a quiet meal and discussed our plans to move out of our dorm rooms in the morning. We needed a cover story to tell our roommates. It was simple. Dad thought we'd do better if we had more privacy. Easy peasy.
We sat and talked quietly, enjoying the atmosphere. We got caught up in some of our favorite memories from our childhood.
Barbara
"Hey, Bri, do you remember how evil mom could be?" I asked.
He laughed. "Mom has a mean streak, that's for sure."
"How about the coins glued to the sidewalk?" I asked. We burst out laughing. "Did she do that to get us or the other kids?"
"I'm sure it was to watch us and laugh at first," he answered. "Then it was our game."
A half a block away from our house is an elementary school. One day we were walking home from school. On the sidewalk in front of our house, several coins were scattered. We were excited. I quickly called out, "FINDERS KEEPERS," and we scurried over to claim our reward. Try as we might, we couldn't get the coins off the sidewalk. Mom glued them down.
"Remember the rest of the school year, we'd run home from school and watch out the window as our friends and other idiots would try to pluck those coins off the sidewalk," he said laughing loudly.
"Yeah," I laughed. "Some kids would run home and grab a butter knife or a screwdriver and come back. Even then, it took a lot of effort to get those coins up. Mom must have used some industrial strength glue out there."
"Damn, that was funny as hell," he smiled as our laughter died down.
"You're quite the prankster yourself, mister," I said.
Brian
When we were in our Junior year, Barb and Jill were planning this big double date with a couple of my friends. I overheard them talking in Barb's room about when the date ended, they'd come back home, and they'd surprise their dates with something in Barb's room. I didn't hear what the surprise was but I wanted to give them my own special 'welcome home'.
After they left, Randy, my best friend, came over and helped me rig a water balloon over Barbie's door. I created a contraption which using fishing line and eye hooks to create a trip wire. When someone would walk through the door, they'd kick the trip wire releasing a weighted pencil with a pin sticking through the eraser, which would pop the water balloon. Everything was on the inside of the door so until the balloon popped, it was unnoticeable.
When we heard them come home, Randy and I sat on Barbie's bed and waited for them. We heard them running up the stairs and waited for the trap to spring.
"I can't believe you got both of us," Barb laughed.
"It was all meant for you," I chuckled. "Who'd have thought you'd both squeeze through the door together?
"And because you did, you both got a little stuck which meant ALL the water from the balloon hit its targets. You two were DRENCHED!" We both laughed.
"I wasn't laughing at the time," she recalled shooting daggers at me. "God, I was PISSED!"
"Even more pissed when your dates, OUR FRIENDS, joined in the laughter," I reminded her. But you trying to get even was more hilarious."
"GOD! Don't remind me," she said burying her head.
Barbara
"Jill and I were determined to get you back. We planned everything to the tee and took loads of notes, so we wouldn't forget anything," I laughed but it was self-deprecating humor. I (meaning Jill) screwed the pooch with our revenge, which made the whole thing much funnier.
