Just Them Ch 04

"This isn't exactly how I thought things would turn out," he told her. He reached out and scrambled the embers around, stirring a bit of flame.

"You're worrying again," she said from her chair. She had her legs tucked up to her chest under her blanket. Her little fists held the soft flannel up to her face, covering her nose. Long, dark, tangled hair spilled around the gentle beauty of her face. He watched as a slender finger emerged from the blanket to scratch at the bridge of her nose. He saw her eyes on him from the flickering light over her face. Small creases formed and her eyes narrowed showing him that much of her smile.

"I always worry."

"I know. That's just your thing, you know."

"Know me pretty good, huh?"

"Oh, sure. I know all sorts of interesting things about you. I should write a book. Maybe I could be a writer."

"At your age?"

"I'm not old enough to have an 'age', Cal."

"My mistake. You've got a whole 15 minutes before you enter an 'age'."

"Damn right. I'll be an old woman," she said uncoiling from her chair and pulling it closer to the fire. The logs popped and snapped as he pushed at them with a long stick. He broke the dead limb into pieces and fed it to the dying flames. Her eyes met his and she hid her face in her blanket as she smiled.

"30 isn't old," he said.

"You have to say that, you turned 30 last year." She resettled in her chair and made quite a production out of tucking the blanket around her legs. "It's a horrible thing. I can never be in my twenties ever again."

"30 is still young. Especially today. 30 is nothing."

"Is that why you made the 'at your age' crack?"

"I did no such thing."

"I heard it."

"I don't think I did."

"Oh! You did so. You sat right there and said it."

"That doesn't sound like something I would say. You must have it wrong. The cold is getting to you."

"Such a terrible man. Saying mean things about me." He stood up and crossed the short distance to her chair. He could smell the scent of her hair as he dropped smoothly to his knees next to her.

"As a teenager, you were the prettiest girl I'd ever known."

"You didn't really know that many people," she said softy. She closed her eyes and sighed gently as he traced the elegance of her ear.

"When we were in college, you were very attractive." His hand pulled her hair back and he ran his fingers over the back of her neck.

"You...you studied too much," she said as her body warmed.

"When we left school and started our lives, I used to think that it was amazing how good looking my little Anne was. I was seeing the woman you'd become. I wasn't sure when it happened." He pulled her up from her chair. His hands cupped her face. Her eyes were wide and alert.

"That was then," she breathed. He smiled and kissed her. Her lips were warm, despite the chill autumn air. Her tongue moved slowly in his mouth. Both were breathing hard as they slowly stopped.

"And now - now you are absolutely beautiful." His voice was little more than an exhalation of air. "More than I've ever known."

"Cal..."

She pressed against him and held him tight. Her breasts pressed close to his chest and before he knew it, they were backing toward the house. He fumbled with the buttons on her shirt as they climbed the steps of the deck. Her hands were pulling his belt loose as he opened the patio door.

He spun her around into the house and slid the door shut, making it bounce in its track. She let go of him and grinned wonderfully as she turned to walk down the hall. Calvin pulled his shirt off as they made their way to the bedroom. She was only halfway down the long hallway by the time he reached her. He pulled her shirt open and lifted her bra over her breasts.

Anne gasped at the feel of his mouth on her nipples. He pulled her down to the floor as the last of his clothes hit the carpet. She struggled out of her jeans, eventually kicking them in a bunch at her ankles. He was on top of her, covering her body with the warmth of his skin.

She grabbed at him, grasping his hardness in both hands and wasting no time guiding him in.

"I won't be long," she warned him. He could see it in her eyes. She was set to go off like Tijuana firecrackers. He slid inside her with ease. She lay under him with her ankles wrapped in denim and her knees splayed out. Her hands grabbed at her breasts as he pumped in and out of her. They were both better than they were as teenagers. She moved with him in just the right motion. He knew the spots that made her boil over with pleasure. She did things to him that made him feel like a kid again. Sometimes it was a battle to keep control and not lose it with her in the first minute.

He tasted her neck and she moaned. Her eyes were closed as she rolled her head back and forth on the floor in the hallway. From the other room, he heard the TV they had left on after dinner. Applause and laughter filtered through the doorway.

"Hurry," she whispered. Hurry, he thought. I'm doing all I can to wait, he wanted to say. But he knew what to do. He lowered himself until he was pressing right into her body. He ground up and down her clit as they fucked. That was all it took. Her teeth clamped together and her hands shook. Her felt her knees come up and lock around him, holding him tight inside her. He grunted and dropped his head next to hers as he came.

"Happy Birthday," he told her. She didn't say anything. He felt her lips press softly to his neck and then he heard her give a clipped laugh.

* * * *

"We should really get some sleep," she said as they ate. She was sitting on the floor across from him, scooping pudding out of a little plastic cup with her fingers. Her eyes were bright and seemed to burn right through him. The corners of her mouth were turned slightly upward, remaining at least at a grin for how long he couldn't think.

"Nah." Calvin sat forward, knocking an empty glass over as he brought his knees up. "Remember what mom used to do? She always used to let us call in sick to school."

"I remember. She said that no one should have to miss a minute of their birthday. We'd stay up all night playing games."

"She made a huge production out of them."

"I missed that after she died."

"Me too."

"Is that why we're doing this?"

"A little."

"What's the rest?"

"You're 30. I want you to remember this."

"Well, I think I will." She looked around at the mess of empty containers and wine bottles. She wiped pudding off her bare belly with her thumb and offered it to him. He took it in his mouth and smiled.

"So what now?" she asked.

"What do you want to do?"

"Sleep."

"Sorry. What else?"

"Can I ask you something, Cal?"

"Sure?"

"Why did you say that last night?"

"What?"

"That things didn't turn out the way you wanted?"

"I didn't say that. I said I didn't think they would have turned out this way." He tilted his head along the wall and out of the way of a beam of sunlight that finally peaked around the corner.

"What did you mean?"

"I just thought we'd finally have a life outside this house, you know? I know you'd like to have something more."

"Like what," she asked. She pulled her naked legs up to her body and hugged them tight to her chest. Her full breasts pressed into elegant ovals.

"Friends."

"We have friends."

"No. We have people we work with who don't act like they don't know us. But that's it."

"I'm happy."

"Really?"

"Sure. Aren't you?"

"I'm not talking about me. I could go on with nothing, as long as I've got you with me. But I know what you want. You want what anyone would want."

"Things are how they are, Cal."

"No. Things are how they are, because of who we are."

"Cal -"

"It's not hard to figure out, Annie. People look at us and they can tell you're my sister. Best way to avoid problems is to avoid getting in situations where we have problems."

"It's the life we live, Cal. I won't sit here and blame being in love with you for something as silly as not going out with people."

"I don't bore you?" he said. It was what he'd dreaded for years. That he wasn't enough for her.

"Bore-? God, no. How could you think such a thing?" She pushed herself from the wall and crawled over to lay her body against his. The feeling of her arms around him made the worry and the doubt melt away.

"I just want you to be happy," he said as he kissed the top of her head.

"Let's go out," she said, kissing his shoulder. "Suddenly, I want to do something."

* * * *

He watched her dance and weave her way through the crowd. Her body was like a dream. Her hip moved, making a line that snaked up her bare midriff. Her belly was smooth and drew eyes the way water draws a thirsty animal. Her smile was a great beacon in the midst of bodies and flashing lights of various colors.

The music was a little more bubbly than he enjoyed, but she liked it. He'd been following her around town all day. Things he wouldn't do on his own if someone paid him. But she wanted to do them. That's what the night was about. Her. She smiled at people as she bumped into them, keeping her hands up and the drinks out of harm's way.

"You look like you're having a good time," he said over the music. She sat in his lap and threw her arms around his neck. Her legs crossed prettily at the knees and her foot lazily moved to the music.

"I'm very, very drunk," she said in his ear. She broke into laughter, throwing her head back and closing her eyes. Sweat beaded around her forehead.

"I don't think you're that drunk," he said. His hands circled her slim waist. He ran a hand over her belly, up under the edge of her shirt, feeling the slick sweat that covered her hot skin. He remembered a time when she thought she was fat. He remembered a time when that was the least of her worries.

"Maybe not drunk," she conceded, "but more than usual." She winked at him and grabbed her glass. The gold liquid slid around and then disappeared as she tipped it all back.

"Well," she sighed, "I have decided that I don't want to be 30."

"Really," he said, drinking his own glass down.

"I know. It sounds like a drastic decision, but I've really thought about this." She turned to straddle him in his chair. She was just barely eye-level with his nose.

"Go on."

"I'm just going to be 25 again. I figure if I just accept that I'm 25, then my body will too."

"Mind over matter?"

"There you are. You should try it."

"I don't think it'll work for me."

"I don't know what to tell you, Cal. I mean, the decision is made." She smiled and leaned back until he grabbed her by the hands to hold her up.

"What if I don't want the 25 year-old girl? I was just getting used to the 30 year-old woman. Had a lot of plans for her."

"What kind of plans," she asked, pulling herself up to sit almost face to face. He leaned down and kissed her. She was warm against him. Her chest moved slowly against his as she breathed.

"Cal...not here."

"Nobody knows," he said in her ear. He tasted her earlobe, making her sigh before pulling his head back. "Besides, nobody's even looking." His mouth covered hers and he felt her relax. His hands slid down to the low waist of her pants. He let a finger drift down and graze the sensitive crevice between her cheeks.

"Not here," she breathed. She got off his lap and straightened her shirt as she looked around nervously. She turned around and started for the exit. Cal wiped his mouth with his hand and took a breath before following her through the crowd. He passed a small table of college girls. They had been watching his display and smiled as he moved past. He winked at them, returning their smile. He could just barely hear their giggling as he was swallowed up by the crowd.

He found her standing outside the door, twitching her hand anxiously as she waited. She rubbed at her arms in the suddenly chilly air. She looked his way and smiled. Her hand grabbed his and they were almost running down the block to their car.

"Right here," she said. He looked around as she backed into the side of their SUV. She started to wrestle with the clasps of her pants.

"What are you doing?" he asked. She looked up at him and gave him a patient stare.

"It's my birthday, and I want to do something different." She went back to her pants and finally managed to get her fingers to do what she wanted.

"Right out in the open?" He looked around. They were parked up against the side of a brick wall. He looked at the faded painting of a woman holding a bottle of beer, flaked and worn against the brick surface.

"If you don't hurry up, I'm starting without you," she told him. She opened the side door, stepped out of her pants and kicked them inside.

"Okay, okay. Climb in," he said. He started to undo his belt.

"Sorry, baby, right out here. My birthday, my rules." She grinned, and suddenly she was stepping out of her panties. The smooth chestnut brilliance of her body was a disturbingly efficient engine of persuasion.

"Jesus! Annie, we're right in plain sight," he said laughing. He moved to cover her from the open end of the parking space.

"No one can see," she said, echoing his sentiment from the bar. Although, as he remembered, there were several people who saw.

"Calvin," she cooed in his ear. She took his hand and pressed it to her pussy. His other hand moved to her ass, cupping a firm cheek in his fingers.

"That's the stuff," she said. Her tongue flicked over his lips. "C'mon," she whispered, "just a quick one. We'll save the good stuff for home." He felt her laugh as she raised up on her toes. Her hands were already pushing his pants down to his thighs.

"Hurry," she said, as she guided him in. He pushed into her, feeling her hands tighten around his neck. He could hear voices just twenty feet away. They moved on, fading to shadowy laughter, and then there was nothing. He pumped harder, pressing her up against the side of the SUV. She was breathing hard. She'd heard the voices, and he knew she'd thought the same thing he had. What surprised him was how it made both of them more excited. He wasn't an exhibitionist, but it was a bit thrilling.

His hands were both under her ass, holding her in the air as she pulled her legs up along his sides. He felt her knees bounce against the back of his arms. She moved her arms around his chest, grabbing fistfuls of his shirt and pressing her face into his shoulder. She was grunting and moaning into his clothes.

She was sweating in the chill air. Her skin slid along his, and made squeaking noises against the door of the SUV.

Footsteps clacked louder and louder, coming near the rocking SUV. He couldn't stop. He and his sister were too close to stop. He heard a car door open and then shut just two spaces away. An engine turned over, red light filled the lot, and then it was gone.

He heard her laughing between panting for air as they both realized how close they had come. He suddenly heard her suck in a sharp breath.

"You ready?"

"Now," she wheezed. "Do it."

He lifted her up and then slammed into her, pressing as deep as he could, cumming into the familiar perfection of her cunt.

* * * *

"So, earlier, is that going to be a regular thing?" he asked her. She was tangled in a sheet and twisted up around his body.

"I doubt it."

"Good, because I don't think I could take it much more."

"You liked it though, right?"

"Oh, I liked it."

"Good. I wonder if anyone knew what we were doing?"

"Sweetie, the truck was lurching from side to side. I think they figured it out."

"Well, it was my birthday, so I don't care." She slid around to lay belly to belly on his body.

"It's still your birthday for another hour." He moved an arm out to scratch his thigh. Empty Chinese take-out cartons knocked into empty beer bottles.

"You know," she said, "with the exception of the most wonderful time I've ever had at a bar-"

"Thank you."

"You're welcome. With the exception of that, all we've done today, is eat, lay around, and fuck."

"There are kings who wished they did that." Her laughter was soft and it made him feel at peace with his life. When she spoke again, it was gentle and she sounded very sincere.

"I want you to know something, Calvin. I want you to listen to me, because I'm being very serious."

"Alright."

"I love you. I love kissing you. I love the way you wake me up in the morning. I love sleeping in the same bed with you, and I would die if I didn't have you." She kissed his chest and ran her hands along his arms.

"I'm telling you this, because I don't say it enough."

"You say it plenty."

"But there's something else I want to say. It's going to sound weird, even to you."

"I'm listening."

"We don't talk much about being blood."

"No."

"I'm not embarrassed."

"Neither am I."

"But I want you to know that I haven't put it out of my mind. I consider myself very lucky."

"So do I."

"I got to watch my husband grow up. We were there for each other our whole lives. All the cuts and scrapes and hurt feelings - you were there for me. You're a magnificent lover and husband. You've always been my best friend." She pushed up on her elbows, her hands together on his chest. He watched as she stared at him for almost a minute. He could see there was more she wanted to say.

"But I never said that you were the best brother a girl could have. I just wanted to say that. I don't care about having a ton of friends. I never wanted that instead of you."

"Annie," he started. "Annie, I..."

"I just want you to know that I haven't forgotten that you're my big brother," she said. "I never replaced 'brother' with 'lover'. You understand?"

"Yeah. Yeah, I do." He pulled her up, face to face and worked the sheet from around her body.

"Do you still love me?" The way she said it made his heart sink. The concern in her voice made him angry that he hadn't done enough so that she would never have need to wonder about it.

"Of course I do," he told her. His hand brushed the hair from her eyes. "Why-?"

"Do you ever get scared? For no reason, you know, it's just there?"

"Sure. We all do."

"Promise?"

"Sure, honey. Sure." He kissed her. "I'll never lie to you."

"Got one more in you?"

"I could fuck you forever," he said.

"We could go into the bedroom."

"Bedroom's way on the other side of the house."

"Oh, my," she said, wiggling against him. "You're all set, aren't you?"

"Just for you."

All the worry dropped away. Everything was perfect. They rolled over, leaving her under him, staring into each other. He looked into her eyes as he moved gently inside her, and when she smiled - when her eyes lit up and her laugh filled him - he knew that this was it. This was the last time he would wonder. They weren't kids anymore. This was it. This was for the rest of their lives.

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Author's note: I hope you enjoyed this final part. Thanks for hanging in there through my foray into the world of sequels. It was different, time consuming, and I was attacked by wolves twice. As with all of my stories, I would like to thank you for taking the time to read them, and would encourage you to vote if you liked it, and, of course, any feedback is greatly welcomed. Thanks.

Bob Clark Jr.