Book 7: Funeral for a Mouse
Chapter 2
This is the next to last chapter in Mouse's story.
The "Mouse" tales are a wild, erotic, incestuous, romantic fantasy. It's not meant to be entirely realistic, and it's not always meant to be arousing. The sex can be hot, while the events enveloping the sex acts can be wildly unrealistic, but the interactions are also meant, on some level, to be real. The real world feelings that make incest a difficult act to pursue, the guilt and reluctance and hesitation, often intrude on the otherwise shameless desires of the characters.
This next to last chapter is the end of a long, involved and complex series of events. Do
not
start
here
! You can start with any of the other books, although the first would obviously be best, but this chapter will be meaningless to you, and disappointing, if you don't understand and appreciate the characters.
So, if you are looking for an involved story and something intricate to chew on, while maybe getting a little bit hot and bothered, please go back and start from the beginning.
If you are looking for a raw, pleasing release through unrestrained, intensely sexual writing, then you should probably move on to something else. This story is likely to disappoint you.
— The Author
<8 Theory and Practice
Mouse luxuriated in the too hot shower, feeling the water massaging her neck, then running like never ending silk down the length of her body. Her eyes were closed, so her world was dark and formless. There was nothing but the feel of the water caressing her skin.
She turned to face the shower head. A thousand miniscule hands smacked into her flesh, peppering her with tiny slaps.
Before Kate, it was all theory. It was fun. It wasn't real, but the fact that it wasn't real didn't matter. It didn't slap her in the face like the water of the shower. It didn't fill her thoughts whenever she tried to empty her mind.
Now she couldn't escape it.
Without Kate, without Paul, it was just Mouse and her brother. It was sex like she'd never really dared to dream, as often as she'd tried. It was companionship she thought she'd never find. It was a soul mate that could protect her, and would protect her, like no other man. He was the only man she could or wanted to trust. He could take her, and do anything he wanted to her, because she knew he'd never, ever hurt her.
He could actually kiss her and fuck her until she forgot to eat, and died in his grasp, except that he'd never allow that to happen.
And she was ruining his life.
She turned the water off.
She couldn't let him go, because she loved him, more and in ways that no one else would ever understand.
She had to let him go, because to be happy, truly happy, he needed someone like Kate. He wasn't going to get a lot more chances in life. Maybe Kate was it, his one last, true shot at happiness. Maybe she was his last chance at a family, and a lover and companion that would be by his side as his body failed and his energy faded and just getting up in the morning became a chore that required someone else to live for to make it worth doing.
Mouse mindlessly dried herself with the towel.
Both, he had said. The memory hit her as if it had only just happened. She'd showered the next morning, the morning after her brother had finally kissed her and fucked her, after so many years of frustration and distance. She'd showered, and luxuriated in the water, while he slept late into the morning in the next room.
She remembered it clearly. She had showered, and she had relived the evening in her mind. She had relived every moment, every touch, every kiss. She had relived the excitement, and the fear, and the unbearable power of the way he took her, and pleasured her, and sated a need that had burned inside her for year after painful, longing year.
But above all else, she had relived his words, what he had said to her, and what he had asked her, in those fantastic moments before he had come inside her. He had asked, and she had answered, and her answer had pushed him over the edge, into a forbidden act of unrestrained passion that made him hers, and her his, forever.
She'd told him she loved him. He'd asked her how. As a brother, or as a lover?
She had answered him. She'd told him both. She loved him as a brother, and as a lover. She wanted both.
She had told him both.
It was the perfect answer, then, the only true, perfect answer. But it wasn't good enough anymore. She couldn't have both. You couldn't live on both sides of the line. Life had boundaries, and sometimes you could cheat and cross the line, but you had to pick one side, or the other. She had to choose.
If she loved him more as a lover, she had to keep him to herself, and make him as happy as she could, knowing all the time that he could have had more, and she'd deprived him of it.
If she loved him as a brother, she had to let him go. She had to end it, and lose him as a lover, and let him find his way with another woman, maybe, probably with Kate.
Both. Boundaries. Choices.
Mouse dropped the wet towel on the floor, knowing that she should hang it up. It would piss him off if she left it there.
She went to her room to get dressed.
<8 Foolishness
Mouse looked at the pill case. One a day, every day, at the same time of day, to prevent unwanted pregnancies. She looked at the four she was supposed to have taken already, the last four days. She reached out to take the one she was supposed to take today.
She closed the case and tossed it back into her suitcase.
