All persons in this story in sexual situations are at least 18 years of age.
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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.
