This story is dedicated to my brother. All events are fictional and all characters are over the age of eighteen.
I want to thank my editor, BrettJ for his support of my writing and for being a wonderful friend.
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Matt listened to his stomach rumbling as he walked into the bathroom naked. She had suggested pizza, his one "can't pass up" comfort food. In the last seventeen hours he had found that they shared a lot in common, including pepperoni pizza. Now he could add to that list of commonalities, passion. He had known without a doubt that Sabrina would be a fiery lover even if her more-than-ladylike behavior outwardly told people she was prim and proper. She would never be the aggressor in a relationship, but it didn't matter to him. She had responded to his touch and his kisses with all the explosive power of Hawaii's volcanoes.
He wet the washcloth and cleaned himself of their sticky juices. He had thought about a shower, suggesting that she join him, but decided he would suggest that at a later time. Perhaps after the next time they made love. Matt had no doubt in his mind that they would. Sabrina would be in his life. He wouldn't have to work very hard to convince her either. His smiled broadened as he looked at himself in the bathroom mirror. His short light brown hair was tousled from her fingers. He recalled her fingernails digging into his scalp as he had licked her pussy to orgasm. His cock swelled slightly at the memory. It wouldn't take him long to get hard again with her. Perhaps they could experiment with different lovemaking positions after dinner. His stomach rumbled again reminding him that it had been over eight hours since their dinner in LA.
He let the warm water run again over the washcloth as he prepared to clean her, touching her intimately again. Matt's erection was now nearly full at the thought and his mind raced to think if they had enough time for a quickie before the pizza arrived. He walked out of the bathroom, past the sitting area with the sofa and towards the bed. She was sitting on the side of the bed, near the phone. She had his wallet in her hand. Not a strange thing since he had told her to look in it for money for the pizza delivery. But she did have a strange look on her face... one of grief and horror. Could she regret their lovemaking? Matt's heart raced. It was true they had barely met that morning, but the connection between them had been strong from the start. He knew she had felt desire for him hours before they had ended up making love. Why did she look at him that way then? He sat next to her on the bed and she scooted away from him, closer to the headboard though the end table prevented her from going too far away from him.
"What is it, love?" He reached out to caress her hair and she turned away.
"Don't touch me. Please don't touch me, Matt." Her whisper was almost a sob.
Matt's guard was instantly up. He had done something to offend her, but what? His mind raced, but he couldn't think of anything that would cause her to shy away from him. Then he recalled that she had his wallet in her hands. Perhaps she hadn't realized that he was only twenty-six. He knew she was older, in her thirties, but they had never actually discussed the age difference between them. Even if she was thirty-six, did ten years make a big difference to her? He knew without a doubt that he was in love with her. Age shouldn't matter to the woman he loved. Even though the exact words had never escaped either of their lips, he was pretty certain she had some strong feelings for him as well or they wouldn't have made love.
"What is it?" he asked again. "My age? Listen I know you are a few years older, but it doesn't matter. Sabrina, I care for you a lot and I think you care for me too."
She was shaking her head back and forth, silent tears now streaming down her cheeks. "It's not that. Although nearly twelve years is significant."
"Then tell me," he persuaded as he tried to move closer to her again, but she jumped up from the bed and moved far away from him to the other side of the room.
Sabrina still couldn't believe the shock. She couldn't even say the words to him. She felt nasty and dirty and oh so horrible. How could she have not seen the signs? Matt looked so much like Steven: his crystal blue eyes, his flippant use of the phrase "no worries" which had always sounded more like a caress ... from both of them. She couldn't speak at all as she dug in her purse for the one picture of her brother that she had carried with her always. It was the last time she had seen him, in the airport. His arm was laid casually across her shoulder as he smiled into the camera. But her face was in profile as she looked up adoringly at her big brother. She took the picture out of her wallet and then brought it to him. She still couldn't talk.
Matt looked at the picture that she showed him. A man in a military uniform was hugging her. "Yes? Is this your brother?" She nodded. And suddenly he put two and two together... and came up with five. He thought she was distressed because she had found the picture of his dad in his wallet. Both men were dressed in military uniforms ready to head off to war. It must have brought back painful memories for her. He stood up and wrapped her in his arms. She didn't struggle away this time. "I'm sorry, love. Seeing my dad must have brought back painful memories of your brother."
Sabrina's heart broke in two. Matt didn't notice the two men were one in the same. "No, Matt." She did free herself from his embrace at that time. "Your father... my brother. Take a good look at the pictures. They are the same man."
Matt was stunned. He looked at the pictures and couldn't deny there was a striking resemblance, but his mind wouldn't permit him to think of them actually BEING the same man. "They look alike yes, which is probably why you were so startled that I looked like your brother."
Sabrina walked over to the couch and sat as he stood by the bed. Gaining some strength in her voice, but from where she didn't know as she knew she was about to cry buckets of tears, she spoke. "My name is Sabrina McKenzie." She heard the hiss of his breath. "My brother was Steven Matthew McKenzie. You are James Matthew McKenzie. I am your Aunt Bree."
He listened to her words, but couldn't believe. But there it was in living color. The pictures, one in his wallet, one in hers, were of the same man with crystal blue eyes. One had been taken on the steps of his home in Seattle at the time, the other taken later at the airport. Matt sat down with a hard thump on the edge of the bed: the bed where he had been moments before making love to the woman of his dreams. He had fallen in love with his own Aunt.
He had never met his Aunt or his father's parents. His mother had a strained relationship with his father's family and even though his father would make plans to go and visit, his mother was insistent that something else was always more important than visiting her in-laws. Matt was too young to remember all the times that she had refused to go, but he did recall his father's final words to him about his sister.
They were standing in the living room of their house in Seattle, the fourth home in his short seven-year lifespan. "You are the man of the house now, son." Matt had only nodded. "You need to take care of your mother and your sister while I'm away. And Bree. Your Aunt Bree." Matt recalled his father pressing the picture of his younger sister into the tiny hands of his son. It was as if Steven McKenzie knew that he wasn't coming home and he knew that his little sister needed protection. "Love her and protect her as I wasn't able to." Matt didn't understand his father's words at the time, but had always kept the picture. He had his wallet in his hands now and flipped to the one picture Sabrina hadn't seen. She was dressed in a light blue gown with a pretty blue ribbon in her auburn curls. It was her first Homecoming and she had only been fourteen. The letter tucked behind the picture had also found its way into Matt's possession though his mother never knew.
"My darling brother, it was the most magical night of my life. My very first dance and Lance kissed me! He is so handsome Steven and I know you would like him. He's on the wrestling team, just like you were. He's not as handsome as you are though, big brother. Here is a picture of me that Mom took before she drove us to the dance. Don't I look pretty? I miss you so much sometimes it hurts. But I always remember to lift my chin and say to myself 'no worries'. I love you very very very much! Forever yours, Bree"
Matt looked up to see his aunt still sitting on the sofa in the sitting area. He didn't realize that so much time had passed as he heard a knock on the door and knew it was their supper. He paid the man and took the steamy box and set it on the counter. "You need to eat, Bree."
"That's AUNT Bree to you," she stressed remaining seated on the sofa.
Matt ran his fingers through his hair and sighed. This did create somewhat of a problem. Incest: it was totally wrong in society's eyes. He had never been in a situation like this where he had been physically attracted to a member of his family. He glanced over at Sabrina who was sitting with her hands in her lap staring straight ahead, her mind whirling he knew. No one in his family looked as gorgeous as she did to him. He had fallen in love with her even before he knew they were related. He had fallen in love with the woman named Sabrina McKenzie, not his AUNT, though they were one and the same person. Her charming personality had knocked his socks off from Atlanta on. Her beautiful face, sparkling blue eyes and cascading auburn curls had enticed him. He recalled the passion she had displayed as she had writhed beneath him in pleasure. There was no getting over the fact that he was indeed head over heels in love with a member of his family. He would be committing incest. Society be damned! He loved her, desired her and wanted her in his life. If she was willing, as she had been an hour before their identities came to light, they could make their relationship work. He didn't doubt it. He could overcome the fact that they were blood related. The question was, could she?
