A Wolf A Bear And A Mouse Pt 02

Gray 2

Continuation of A Wolf, a Bear and a Mouse. All participants are 18+. Fictional account that doesn't depict any actual person, living or dead.

I had just agreed to go to Hawaii next week with my older brother. I didn't stop to think what that meant. Was he to continue to be my lover and brother, just my brother, or maybe it was goodbye? Although we had been having sex for the last two decades, I wasn't certain about anything. Well, not true for me. I was hopeless in love with him and would do anything to continue to be in his life. What I didn't know was how he felt about me. From the time of my prom where I lost my virginity to him, I knew that he didn't love me the way I loved him. After 20 years, I confessed my love for him. Last night. Today he asked me to go to Hawaii with him. Had he changed his mind, or his heart?

There wasn't any reluctance about me going with him. I'd go to the ends of the known universe to be with him. My question was what did it mean to him? Dreams or reality? My dream was, of course, this was going to be our honeymoon. He would make love to me 24/7 after telling me he was in love with me. The reality: We were going on a week-long fuckfest where we could frolic without being recognized. I was still his sister with benefits.

In the ultimate, it didn't matter to me, just as long as I was with him. Of course, that wasn't true. Only outwardly was it true. Inside, I craved every particle of his love.

The next day he called me. "Obviously, pack a swimsuit. Pack a nice dress, kind of what you wore to the prom... I'll pick you up at 7 Wednesday morning."

That was it. Did nothing to calm me or answer any questions. Sometime my brother can be so uncaring. Wish he'd come over and talk or to fuck my ass off. He did neither. How I managed to make it till Wednesday, I'll never know. I wasn't this nervous getting ready for the prom twenty years ago.

Had it really been two decades ago? It seemed like I had just gotten into my room to start putting myself together. All the uncertainties of high school drama. What would my classmates think of my skinny ass in a prom dress? Would Griz leave me and hook up with a more desirable girl? What if my deepest desire came true and he took my virginity. Could he love me like I loved him?

There wasn't a full measure of happiness: He did take my virginity, but he didn't love me as I had hoped. That set the stage for where we were now. He continued to fuck me throughout his marriages and girlfriends. Nobody loves a cheater, unless you're the beneficiary. I didn't care. I was addicted to him and would take any part of him I could get. I never cheated on him. Not once in twenty years. I didn't even date, although that wasn't particularly difficult with my skinny body.

Early Wednesday morning I was waiting for him outside of my condo. If I chewed my fingernails, there wouldn't have been anything left. By the time he showed up I was reminded of my prom night. Even though it was cool, I was sweating up a storm. He hopped out and effortlessly threw my bags into the trunk. He gave me a quick peck on the cheek, "Morning, Gray."

This was consistent with our public persona - brother and sister. The ride to the airport did nothing to disperse my anxiety. We talked mundane things like sunscreen, how was work, packed enough... Nothing about my confession nor his reaction to it.

When we checked our bags, I got a big surprise: We were booked in first class! "Griz, isn't this very expensive? How can you afford it?"

"Well, my cheating ex had a lot of money come to her when an uncle died, so communal property and all that." That was hypocritical of him, for he cheated with me through three wives and countless girlfriends. Guess my big, handsome brother could never consider that any woman would cheat on him,

"But isn't that hers?"

"No. Like I said communal property. I divorced her for infidelity, so no court would consider me not getting half... Plus I haven't taken a vacation in five years, so nothing to spend it on... If I'm taking my little sister on a trip, might as well make it memorable."

I, of course, hoped it would be memorable in other ways. So far, tealeaf-reading has come up empty.

We boarded the plane for the long flight. We were seated in pods, arranged so that Griz was in one next to me, separated by a removable wall. It was certainly a luxury I had never experienced. With the welcome of a mimosa, I was all set. Not sure if I actually slept. I was too keyed up with thoughts about what we were doing. Pretty sure I spent the majority of the flight looking at my brother.

When we deplaned and gathered our luggage we were met with a woman holding a sign "Walker". When we identified ourselves, we were given leis and escorted to a waiting limo. We ended up at Prince Waikiki and a room with an ocean view. If I hadn't loved my brother before, I certainly did now. One king bed.

It was afternoon. "Beach?" Griz asked.

I immediately started shedding clothes. Griz had to use the toilet, so was in the bathroom when I put on my bikini. It had taken me a while to find one that didn't fall off or that didn't require duct tape to keep on. It was baby blue and tiny. It didn't need to be very large on to top to keep me out of jail, but the bottoms required me to trim my pubes. Kept as much as I could. I had never worn one so bold and was really nervous when Griz walked out of the bathroom, dropping his pants. "Holy, shit, Gray. Is that you in that swimsuit? Holy, shit! Holy, shit!... If you don't move to the other side of the bed, I'm going to pull that off you and fuck you silly."

"What's stopping you? You're too big for me to fight off."

I was floating on cloud nine. We hadn't had sex in a week and anything he wanted to do was very welcome. Of course, I secretly hoped this was the start of our new relationship, but I was more than willing to accept him on any terms.

By the time he got his shorts off he was hard and pointed in my direction. He took the half dozen steps to reach me. He lifted up my top so that he could suck on my very hard nipples, one after the other. His other hand dropped to my pussy. He started to rub me through my bottoms. They were quickly wet, and my aroma started to fill the room. He abandoned my tits and dropped to his knees. He quickly untied the string holding the bottoms together. When they fell to my knees, he had his face in my pussy and his hands on my ass. I could never get enough of his big hands completely covering my cheeks.

He'd licked me many times in the past, but there seemed a special fervor in how he was doing it now. His tongue seemed to be mining me for treasure. I was so turned on that when he stood up to throw me on the bed, my pussy felt abandoned. That didn't last long as he lifted my legs onto his shoulders and dove back in. In no time, I was crying out my climax.

He didn't stop. He just moved forward and stuck his cock in my flooded pussy. For as big as he was, his cock wasn't much above average, maybe 5 or 6 inches. (A guess since his was the only cock I'd ever seen - minus the giant ones in porn.) That's probably fortunate since even then he bottomed out at my cervix. A perfect fit. Not that it really mattered. What mattered was what the cock was attached to.

I thought he was going to hammer me, like he usually did, but he didn't. He was slow and methodical, bringing me higher and higher, to the top of my excitation curve. When I reached the apex, he stopped for a moment to let me recover before stroking strongly. Each cycle put his whole cock into me, with only my pussy hair separating us. I could feel he was reaching his climax, and I started to help by strongly meeting each thrust. I didn't think I could cum again after that last blast, but when I felt him ejaculate into me, I came again. For the first time in my life, I squirted! "Holy shit! Oh, fuck. AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH"

He looked at me strangely when he felt the ejaculate hit his stomach. "Gray, did you just squirt? That's so fucking hot!"

After catching my breath, I replied, "That's never happened before."

We kept our arms around each other, our upper bodies in contact. Of course, we immediately fell asleep.

We awakened an hour later. "Shower? Dinner?"

I eagerly agreed.

We washed each other thoroughly. I don't know if he felt my love through my fingers, but it was there. I wasn't sure if that's what he wanted. He hadn't given any sign of my confession. As always, he treated my body somewhere between a fragile article and something that he liked to touch. I hoped that I wasn't too clingy as I refused to be more than six inches away from him.

We had dinner at a restaurant high above the city. Great food and view. As always, despite our very different lifestyles, we never had any difficulty in talking together. He apologized, "Sorry if I kind of decided what to do tomorrow, but I needed to make reservations. We're booked on a tour of Pearl Harbor, including a trip to Arizona. Had to make the reservations before we left, so I just hoped that it would be OK with you. After this, you can pick something."

I lit up, "That's great! I looked into going to Arizona, but you end up standing in line forever. That's one of the things on my list."

"Got lucky. There was a cancellation on the small group tour, so there are only six of us."

"My panties are getting wet thinking about it." WTF? Did I really say that?

He just laughed. "Ready to go? Don't know about you, but I sufficiently jetlagged that I'm ready to hit the sack... After I remove your wet panties."

I got red. "Do want them now, or wait till we get back to our room?" What's gotten into me?

He looked into my brown eyes, "Don't you need to visit the ladies' room before we go?... And maybe have a cup of coffee?"

I didn't hesitate. Got up and went to the restroom. Sat down in the stall and removed my panties. I told the truth: They were soaked. They were only useful for keeping the juice from running down my legs.

I handed them to him as I sat back down. He discreetly sniffed them before putting them into his pocket.

My hands were shaking so hard I had trouble drinking my coffee. Not sure why this is so exciting. We've been having sex for, like 20 years. Tonight, I felt like a virgin.

The only thing that kept him from feeling me up on the elevator was it was heavily occupied. At our hotel, the elevator ride was so short...

After he opened the door to our room he scooped me up and threw me on the bed. He lifted my dress up by the simple expedient of sticking his head under it, directly into my delta. His tongue was a whirlwind in and on my pussy. He tongued me through two hard climaxes. My pussy drooling a waterfall of fluids onto the hands that were cupping my ass. The little lipstick I was wearing was washed off in the drool coming out of my mouth.

He took his head out and pulled my dress completely off. His clothes followed and I instantly felt the hard nose of cock separating the labia. It was there only for an instant before it slid wetly into my vagina, only stopping when it hit my cervix. Regardless of how often we do this, each time is like my first, minus the pain.

He didn't last long. Slamming into me with all his almost 200 pounds... "Oh, fuck fuck fuck fuck!"

I think I was echoing his cries only at a higher pitch. He filled me to overflowing and I'm sure there were streams coming out all around his cock.

He stayed there, careful not to put his entire weight on me. When exhalations dropped below hurricane level, he rolled off. We didn't move the rest of the night.

My body felt like it had taken a hit of curare. I was incapable of moving, but my mind was going full out. Perhaps I shouldn't look a gift horse in the mouth, but his action - the sex - was so much more intense than it had ever been. What did it mean?

I think this was a fork in the road. One fork was he was giving me one last vacation to remember. Paying me back for everything I had ever done for him. For having his back through three wives and countless girlfriends. But, alas, this was the end. We would get off the plane and forever be only siblings, trying to get over this. This was his parting gift.

The other fork looked very much like the yellow brick road. On it, the start of our life together as man and wife. Oh, not legally, but our commitment to each other was till death do us part. Admitting no others. Of course, this was what I lived for, longed for, each day for, every day, every night for the last 30 years.

Maybe, I'm not looking at this completely rationally. Maybe we just continue the way we were. Me in love and him not so. Even that held promise: Maybe he was moving closer now that I had confessed my feelings. I could accept that. Probably come up with other scenarios, but Morpheus swept me into his arms.

We got up early to get picked up for our Pearl Harbor tour. We saw all the normal things and toured the Missouri and the sub. Fortunately, being on a tour we had a set time for the Arizona memorial. The wait line was way longer than the available slots. While most people just view it as a historical monument, it meant more for us. One of our great-great uncles was forever on watch in Arizona's fire room. We held hands and looked in the cloudy water. It was sobering, but somehow felt it was the best moment of the day.

The rest of the tour was OK.

When we got back to the hotel we discussed what I wanted to do. Told Griz I wanted to swim with sharks and hike up Diamond Head. He quickly got us a shark excursion for the day after tomorrow. Tomorrow we'd do Diamond Head, so he got us entry reservations for 8 AM. We'd take a taxi and 8 was early enough that we'd have some coolness. We were too lazy to get a 6 AM start.

We ate dinner in the hotel. Griz packed it away as usual. We went for a walk. We went down to the beach to look it over. Lots of homeless. That wasn't my concentration, however. We were walking hand in hand. My little hand in his big paw. I could do this forever. Nobody here knew us, that we were siblings. The only looks we got were of the sort: What's a big, handsome guy doing with the skinny little woman? Well, at least since I was 40, nobody thought I was a little girl.

When we got back to the room, Griz got two phone calls. He sat out on the lanai to talk. One of them was from George Swenson, one of Griz's fellow deputies. Didn't hear the other. It just happened just as George hung up. When I asked him about the calls, he just said "Work."

We took a shower together. I love the water sluicing from his beautiful body. Even though he was just over 40, he looked like he could throw on pads and jump into a college football game. Pretty sure no bad guy ever outran him. The 10 o'clock news once showed a clip of a cop tackling a carjacking suspect in a picture-perfect takedown. They didn't identify the deputy, but I knew it was Griz. He confirmed it later.

I sometimes felt I'd cum from just running my hands over his body. He'd added a couple more scars from the first time we showered together. Needless to say, when he ran his big hands over my skinny body, it caused my pussy to emit a constant stream of juice. When he dropped to his knees to lick it from my legs... He turned into my pussy and plowed his tongue into my slit... Shit, my legs didn't work. Only his big hands kept me from collapsing.

I wiggled out of his grasp to fall to my knees and stand him up so that I could get him into my mouth. Fortunately, for my knees, he was very turned on and didn't last long. Sometimes, I'd just suck and swallow. Other time, I'd pull him out to get a full facial. I lost some of his cum that way because the water washed it off, but the majority still ended up inside of me.

We dried each other and rolled into bed. After setting an alarm, we just basked in each other's closeness. His chest hair tickled my nose. I enjoyed seeing it move from my breath. "Night, Griz. Love you."

"Night, Gray. Love you, too."

Alas, disappointed again. We'd been saying this to each other for decades. It meant something different to each of us. To me, it was *I love you with all my heart and soul*. To him it meant *I love you as my sister*. It was my impossible dream.

We were up bright and early. Had a quick breakfast and a taxi ride to the park. We were fortunate that it was overcast with a chance of rain as we started up the trail. Griz, of course, was in fantastic shape. I was worried about me. I've never been too much of an athlete. I did run a little because it was easy. I'm so small that my legs didn't require much work to get me moving. Where I had problems was anything that required upper body strength. So, the hike up wasn't too bad, even the 99 steps. Yes, it was still hot and required effort, but in a pleasant way. We held hands when we could. It did feel like he was dragging me, but so what?

When we got to the top, the Sun was breaking through the clouds. Wow, it was worth the climb! We sat down and enjoyed a granola bar and bottles of water. Griz had his hand on my thigh.

"You know those two phone calls I got?"

"Yes."

"George called to tell me I'm being promoted to senior deputy and watch commander."

I would have jumped up and hugged him, but his hand was still on my thigh, "That's fantastic! Oh, wow. Great. You really deserve it."

"The other call was from Sheridan, Wyoming. They are offering me the job of chief of police."

"What? When did you apply for that?"

"I saw the ad and just decided to apply. Went for a quick interview. Didn't really expect anything to come out of it. Big surprise to me."

"That's fantastic! You've got two great positions to choose from."

"Think about them for a moment. They come with good and bad. The good thing is that they are obviously both great jobs where I fit right in. The downside of the promotion is that we have to continue to be as we are: no hand holding in public, public display of affection...

Wyoming: We're thousands of miles apart. How often would I see you?... Well, maybe that's what you need. To be away from me so you can find somebody..."

"STOP!!!! We've been over this before. There will never be anyone else. You're it. I will love only you, whether you're sitting beside me or in fucking Wyoming. Why can't I make you understand? You can throw me away, but it won't make any difference... I'm never going to tell some guy that I love him when I don't. So, nothing you can do will change that." Tears were streaming down my face.

"Griz, I've told you that I love you. You can tell me you don't want me anymore and send me away. That's all you can do. You can't change my heart or make my decisions for me. You can't decide what's best for me. Decide what's best for you and let me make my own decisions about what's best for me. OK?"

"Gray, how can the possibility of living a thousand miles from you not influence me?"

I jumped up, "You fucking idiot! Why do think those are the only options?" I slugged his arm with as much strength as I could. He didn't even flinch. "Ever think I might want to move to Wyoming, too?"

"Of course, I thought about that, but it's your choice, not mine."

"Fucking moron, Vince. How many times do I have to tell you that I love you and would follow you to the ends of the Earth? Just tell me the date you want me to show up... Unless you're using this as an excuse to dump me."

"Gray, if I wanted to dump you, I'd just tell you. No subterfuge. No, I don't want you to leave me. You told me not to make decisions for you, so I couldn't ask you to come with me. I do want you to come with me if I pick Wyoming."

The fire went out. I sat back down. It didn't take any imagination to see the advantages of us moving to Wyoming. Nobody knew us there. We could just go as lovers, siblings, or with some risk, as married.