I stepped off the bus and looked around the station, hoping to see either Mom or Dad waiting for me.  Neither was there, so I figured Mom must have been designated for the pick-up. Since she'd never been on time for anything in her life, I tossed my duffel onto a bench and sank down next to it settling in to wait.  I let my thoughts wander and they strayed, like always, to Kayleigh.

God, I'd missed her so badly while I was away at school.  I pictured her sweet smile, her misty green eyes and her long mane of strawberry blond hair.  I loved her hair.  It gleamed like polished copper and brass rippling in crinkles and corkscrews all the way to her waist.  My groin tightened as visions of her taut belly, long lithe legs and sweet tits, the exact shape and size of ripe peaches, floated through my mind.  I remembered how her slender hips felt in my hands, the way her tight pussy felt around my cock when I was deep inside her and how her groans of pleasure sounded in my ears as we made love.   It had been 4 months since I'd last held her but it felt like 4 years.  We had talked on the phone and written some hot and steamy e-mails back and forth but it wasn't the same.  I knew she was having as rough a time with it as I was.  She had started high school this year while I was starting college.  We both had so much to adjust to besides being apart.

I had agonized over leaving her behind when it came time to pick a school, but we both decided that the future was too important for me to go to a lesser school just to be close to her.  It was hell.  I missed everything about her.  I missed the way we used to spend hours together, watching movies, listening to music playing games, hiking, skating, you name it.  We were inseparable.  We had so much in common.  She was my soul mate.  Sometimes we'd lie on a bed, hers or mine, and just read side by side.  We didn't always have to make love to delight in each other's company.  She was so smart, with a wicked sense of sarcastic humor and so much more mature than the other girls her age that she had a hard time relating to them.  Mom always said she was 14 going on 40. My mind wandered further.  We had been lovers since Kayleigh was 12 and I was 16.  I remembered that first time so clearly.  It was the sweetest day of my life when I made my baby sister mine. 

We'd been hiking along the Mullica, deep in the forests of southern New Jersey.  It was a hot day in July and we'd been unable to resist the temptation of the cool clear water.  A bend in the river and a natural hollow had formed a deep inviting pool and we shucked our clothing and slid into the delicious chilled water.  I hadn't been able to keep my eyes off Kayleigh's beautiful body from the moment she slipped off her sport bra.  I had known she had a gorgeous body but seeing it revealed like that in the dappled sunshine under the trees was mesmerizing.  I slipped into the water, surreptitiously making sure she got an eyeful of my thickly aroused cock before I submerged myself.  The cold water did nothing to soften my raging need. It grew worse as she became playful, splashing water at me, her perfect peach like tits bobbing on the surface of the water, and  jumping on my back in a futile attempt to dunk me under the water.

I say futile because her slender 5' 1", 90 pound frame had no chance against my 5' 11" 180 pounds of muscle.  I was a junior varsity wrestler and she played tennis.  It left her fit but no match for me.  She was hanging off my shoulders, trying to push me down but only succeeded in pressing those newly budded breasts into my naked back.  I could feel the hard strawberry tips grinding into my flesh and my whole body tensed as I struggled to control myself and my breathing.  I lost both when her smooth ivory thighs wrapped around my waist from behind.  I gasped for air and I thought my boner was going to burst its skin like an over-heated hot dog.  As she wriggled her naked crotch against my lower back, the pointed nubs of her nipples rubbed up and down both sides of my spine.  I reached up and grabbed both of her hands in mine and twisted sideways while pulling her hands around.  Still clinging with her legs she wound up sticking to my side like a tick.  Now she straddled my hip.  She giggled and the sound vibrated through my chest tingling my already hard nipples.  I grasped her waist and finished pulling her around so that we were face to face.  Her legs still clung to my waist and I felt the soft damp fuzz of her sweet bare pussy settle above my raging hard on.

I stared into her eyes for a long breathless minute and then leaned forward to take her mouth with mine.  She stilled in my arms as I nibbled and licked at her berry lips.  She opened her mouth slightly as if to say something but I instantly invaded her mouth.  I twined my tongue with hers and sucked on it rhythmically.  While my tongue was dancing with hers my hands slid down to cup her bottom.  She wrapped her arms around my neck, gasping into my mouth.  I kneaded and massaged the tight twin globes of her glorious heart shaped ass and my hard on gained in size.  She was grinding herself ever so slowly against me, subtly humping her crotch into my belly.  Her tongue lashed back at mine and I heard a soft moan issue from her  throat.  My hands slid upward from her ass to trace their way to her pert breasts. I caressed the sides of her firm sweet tits and slowly slid my thumbs sideways seeking the hard nipples.  When I found them I began to rub them in slow circles.  She groaned louder and leaned back to give me better access.  I was stunned but thrilled.  My sweet Kayleigh was offering herself to me!  I released her mouth and looked down at her.  She stared at me in something approaching shock.

"Aidan?" her voice was husky and uncertain.

"Yes, sweetheart?"

"What are you doing?" I smiled.

"I'm making love to you, little sister"

I leaned down and sucked one blood engorged nipple into my mouth.  She gasped loudly and her little hands dug into my shoulders convulsively.  She groaned again and bucked her pelvis against me.  I suckled her sweet strawberry red nipples for a long time in that sun dappled stream.  The cool water rippling over our hot bodies was intoxicating.  She was hanging backwards with her hands on my shoulders, her legs around my waist and her breasts thrust up at my marauding mouth in willing sacrifice.

I took my time worshiping my Goddess's breasts.  Laving each nipple in turn, sucking, licking, nibbling, tugging and twisting them.  Kayleigh whimpered and trembled in my arms.  She thrashed and writhed against me but I held her in place feasting on her bounty.  Finally my own need was becoming urgent.  I carried her from the water and lay her down on the grassy bank.  I saw the uncertainty creep back into her eyes as she beheld my naked, fully and  hotly aroused cock looming over her.

"Aidan, isn't this wrong? You're my brother." Her sweet voice was confused, not repulsed and I knew she wanted me too.  Her body was panting for me as mine was for her.  I sank down to my knees, straddling her calves.

"I love you Kayleigh, love is never wrong.  I love you more than anything in the world.  I love everything about you.  Your sweet and funny and smart and you're the most beautiful girl I've ever seen." I ran my hands up and down her legs, stroking in massaging circles.  She trembled at my touch and moaned softly as my hands neared the sweet peach fuzzed apex of her thighs.

"I want to be your man, your first man.  I want you to be my woman." My hands reached the top of her creamy thighs and I slipped an hand between them.  She didn't stop me, just stared into my eyes with her rosy lips parted slightly, her breath coming faster, her luscious breasts rising and falling rapidly.  I slipped my fingers between the plump, lightly furred lips of her pussy and stroked up and down her slit.  It was moist and slick.  I leaned down onto my other hand and slipped my tongue back in her mouth.

Supporting my weight with my left hand, the fingers of my right were busy plundering her pussy.  I slid my index finger inside her slick hole and began to pump it back and forth.  My thumb found her clit and began to rub it in circles.  She arched up at this invasion bucking her crotch into my hand and whimpering into my mouth.  My fingers continued to torment her tight 12 year old pussy while my tongue was tasting every millimeter of her mouth.  I slipped another finger inside and soon brought her eager little body to climax.  She cried out as her tight cunt gripped my fingers and her sweet cream seeped out into my palm.

It was time.  I let her mouth go and levered myself back to my knees.  I spread her thighs wide and moved up between them.  She lay panting and trembling beneath me. Her glittering green eyes clung to mine. 

"It's so big, won't it hurt me?"

I smiled down at her gently and replied honestly,  "Yes sweetheart, I'm afraid it will at first.  But once I take your cherry it will get better and better.  So good, it's gonna be so good little sister, trust me.  I would never hurt you on purpose."  Her misty jade eyes looked up at me and I saw the trust shining there.

"I love you Aidan.  Make me your woman."

I grasped my turgid cock in one hand and reached down to her pussy with the other.  "Spread your legs wider Kayleigh. Open your pussy for me."  My beautiful sister spread her taut white thighs as wide as she could.  The lips of her pussy spread open slightly but I needed more.  My fingers separated her petals and I brought my thick rod to her entrance.

I pressed the blunt head of my cock into her tiny hole.  She was so small I wasn't sure she'd be able to take me.  I'm not hung like a horse but I don't have a pencil dick either.  At sixteen I had a respectable 6 1/2" piece with good girth.  I've grown another inch or so since then but I'm sure she couldn't have handled something that size at that time.  She could barely accommodate what I did have.  Her hole was swimming in her own cream and it made it just possible for me to push inside her tunnel. 

My God, she was tight.  She whimpered in pain and I stopped pushing.  I held still and caressed her belly and clit letting her try to adjust to my thickness stretching her.  Her eyes were swimming in tears and she was shaking but now that I was inside her, I knew I couldn't stop, wouldn't stop until I'd spent my load in her.

"Shh, sweetheart, it's OK.  Relax.  Just relax and it won't hurt so much.  You're so tight Kayleigh, you feel so good.  I don't want to hurt you, but I can't stop now."

I pressed forward and sank a third of my shaft into her before I met the resistance of her barrier.  "OK, baby, I'm there.  I can feel your cherry.  This is gonna hurt baby, but only this one time.  I swear, after this it will be so good."  I frigged her clit for a few seconds then I pulled back slightly before thrusting forward, hard, at her hymen.  The thin membrane gave way and my sister screeched, her upper body rearing up as I tore through and buried myself deep within her.  Again I stilled and allowed her to recover.  I rubbed her clit in circles and massaged her belly with my free hand.

"Shh, baby it's OK, it's over.  You're a woman now, love, my woman."  Her trembling subsided and so did her tears.  When she began to respond to the clitoral stimulation I grinned down at her. 

"Ready to start again baby?"  My cock was throbbing in her tight sheath  and it was taking all my will power to not just start pounding her body with the deep hard strokes I was craving.  She sniffed and nodded, so I carefully withdrew  and thrust gently back in.  After a few gentle strokes she began to moan.  Only a little at first and then louder as I lengthened my stroke.  Soon I was fucking her with long deep slow thrusts.  She began shoving back and lifting her hips to meet me.  I left off her clit and leaned with my hands to either side of her head as I readied myself for some serious pounding.  I sped up now, lunging deeper into her body with each stroke.  She met me move for move.  Soon my balls were slapping her ass as I felt myself bottoming out at the end of her tunnel.  Each forward shove jammed the head of my cock against her cervix and I knew I could go no deeper.  My thrusting was frenzied now as my sister and I rammed each other mightily in our quest for the ultimate pleasure.

I felt it gathering in my balls and I redoubled my efforts knowing the crisis was near.  Kayleigh began to scream and buck wildly out of control. I felt her already vice like pussy clamp down on my cock as she began to spasm and convulse around me.  I lost it and pounded her like a madman having a seizure.  I screamed hoarsely as I emptied my creamy spunk deep into her spasming pussy.  Her contractions continued to milk the last of the sperm from my balls as I collapsed on top of her.  I latched onto her mouth and fiercely attacked it with my tongue.  After lashing her mouth for a few frenzied minutes I rolled off her and pulled my half hard dick from her slit with an audible sucking plop.

 I pulled her to me and held her tight.  I murmured, "Oh sweet, sweet, Kayleigh!  That was the most incredible experience of my life!  Your mine now, body and soul, mine!  Oh baby!  I love you!"  I kissed her again but this time gently, reverently.  "Are you all right, honey?" 

She nuzzled my neck and ran her fingers over my chest, nodded and said, "Wow!"

I grinned.  "So you liked it, huh?" 

"Oh, yeah!  Can we do it again?" 

"I promise babe, we'll do it again and again."

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A car horn blared bringing me back to the present.  I glanced down at my watch and realized that I'd been sitting here for over an hour.  Now Mom was often late, but not this late!  I swung over to a payphone and called home.  Mom answered.

"Hi, Mom. It's Aidan."

"Hi honey, what's up?" She sounded a little surprised. 

"Um, I'm down at the bus station.  Remember, I was coming home today?  Someone was supposed to pick me up?"

"Oh shit!  Oh honey, I thought you were coming home tomorrow!  I'm on my way now!"  She hung up and I chuckled as I replaced the phone on it's cradle.  I settled back down to wait for her.  I was hoping Kayleigh would come too, but when Mom pulled up 20 minutes later she was alone.  She kept apologizing which was rather amusing now that I was on my way home.  When Kayleigh didn't bounce out of the house to greet me I asked Mom where she was.

"Oh, she's out on a date."

That simple matter-of-fact sentence ripped through me like a knife. Six words destroyed my world. I was stunned. I was destroyed.  I was torn apart. 

"A date?  She's dating?  Who the hell is she dating?  When did this start?"  Rage began to pump through my veins.  My mother looked at me with one eyebrow arched.

"My aren't we testy?  She is growing up you know."

"How long Mother?"

She looked at me strangely but replied, "About a month or so, I guess.  Why?"

"Never mind,"  I grated back.  "Who's the lucky guy?"

Mom looked at me measuringly.  That same eyebrow arched again. "You know what you sound like?" She paused a moment, "You sound like a jealous lover."

"Mother, tell me who she's seeing."  My voice was steely, my tone harsh.  My mother always has been a bit too perceptive for my comfort, but I refused to rise to her bait this time.  I was far too angry.  She looked at me speculatively. 

"Do you know how lonely she's been since you left?  She's been moping around here pining like the heroine in a Gothic romance.  I know she's always been your side-kick, but even I was surprised at how miserable she was without you around.  She wasn't the same person at all."

I was implacable. "Who is it?"

However, Mom wasn't finished. "So there she is becoming a complete hermit when  she finally made a new friend on the tennis court at school.  I was so happy.  She finally started going out of the house, shopping, movies and she even dragged her new friend hiking."

I was boiling, my rage growing with each word from my mother's lips.  I thought, "She took him hiking?"  Instantly, jealously I wondered if she had fucked her new "friend" in our special place on the river.  I could feel the color creeping up my neck as I simmered with a violent anger.  Mom continued.

"Then this girl introduced Kayleigh to her brother about a month ago.  He is a wrestler at their school, about your height and build, and he even has similar coloring, dark hair and blue eyes."  She looked me dead in the eye, "Ironic, isn't it?"

I didn't see the irony. I barely heard her description of the guy, but it did register that he was a wrestler.  I probably knew him!

"Just tell me his freakin' name!"

"Kay's friend is Lily Hardesty.  She's out with Lily's brother Sean."

Oh yes, I knew him.  Knew him quite well actually.  He was a year younger than me and we'd been quite friendly over the years.  We had some similar interests besides wrestling.  Obviously a similar taste in girls as well.  I thought, "He's a dead man."

I swung around to leave the room but Mom grabbed my sleeve.  I turned back.  "Honey, what's going on?  Is there something I should know?"  She stared up at me and I looked down into eyes that were the mirror image of my own smoky blue-green orbs.  She knew, or at least she knew some of it.  She had us both figured out now, Kayleigh and I.

I shook my head.  "No, Mom. There's nothing you need to know about."  I gently pulled my arm free and headed for my room.  My rage had not abated a bit.  I snagged the phone and called my best friend.  "Yeah Rich, I'm home and I need a favor."

---

The night was still and dark as I waited in front of the Hardesty home.   The beat up Chevy I sat in was remarkably un-remarkable.  My cell phone vibrated.  I fished it out of my pocket, hit a button and spoke,  "Aidan here...Good.  Thanks buddy, I'll see you back at your place pretty soon."

I got out of the car with a heavy weight in my jacket pocket.  I slipped up the driveway and leaned lightly on the bumper of Mrs. Hardesty's Lincoln Town Car.  A few minutes later I saw headlights coming down the road.  The small Hyundai pulled up in front of the house and I watched Sean uncoil his 6' length from inside the tiny car. I thought, "Whatever else, he wasn't fucking Kayleigh in that car, no room."  The thought brought scant comfort.

He didn't see me until he was less than 10 feet away.  Then he looked up and did a double take.  "Aidan?"  I nodded as I walked forward and replied, "Sean."  Then I decked him.  He wasn't expecting it and he went down hard.  I took the opportunity to soccer kick him in the balls.  He screeched and grabbed his injured nut sac.  "What the fuck?!"

Bringing my foot back I kicked him dead in the face.  Twice.  He grabbed his bleeding nose with one hand while still clutching at his balls with the other. I kicked him again, this time in the gut, then the ribs, gut and ribs again.  I finally dropped a knee into his stomach and leaned over his bloody face.  I brought the 9mm out of my pocket and held it to his temple.  "You don't date my sister anymore.  You don't talk to her, you don't touch her, you don't even fucking look at her anymore."  I grabbed him by the hair and pulled his face up to mine.  "Did you fuck her?"  He shook his head.

"Answer me you fucking weasel!  Did...You...Fuck...Her?"

 "N-n-no, n-n-nev-ver!"

"Good, 'cause if I didn't believe you, your brains'd be fertilizing your Mom's prize roses. If I so much as suspect you're still trying to see her, touch her or talk to her, I'll be back."

I dug the barrel of the gun against his temple.

"Understand?" He nodded.

"I Said Do You Understand Mother-Fucker?!"

"Yes, Yes! I understand!" He was crying now.  I dropped his head.

"I'm glad we had this chance to talk, Sean. Good luck this season, I hope you guys make the state finals again."

I got off him, pocketed the gun and returned to the Chevy.  He lay on the ground until I left.

I crashed at Rich's that night.  Before I fell asleep on the couch I made a phone call.  "Kayleigh?  Hi Baby.  Take the day off tomorrow.   Tell Mom your sick."  I cut the connection.  It was a long time before I slept.

---

The next morning I strolled into Kayleigh's bedroom at 6:30.  Mom and Dad had left for work and my baby sister was watching TV in her pajamas. 

"Hi Baby, I'm home."

She turned and smiled at me.  It was kind of a shaky smile that didn't quite reach her wary eyes.  I walked up to her and pulled her up off the bed.  I wrapped my arms around her and kissed her hard and rough.  My lips mashed against hers as I levered her mouth open and ruthlessly invaded her.  After a few minutes I pulled back and looked at her swollen lips.

"I missed you Baby. Did you miss me?"  Before she could answer, I continued, "Or did you even notice I was gone?  Did your boyfriend take up all your time? All your energy?" My grip on her tightened.  "While I was stroking off imagining you under me, were you under him?  Did you spread those sweet thighs for him saying, Off with the old...?  Huh?  Did you?"  I was shouting now and shaking her.  "Did you take him to our swimming hole and fuck him in the grass like you did me?  Did you?"

She was shaking her head, crying and whimpering.  "No.  I never did.  I never made love with him!"

"I didn't ask if you made love, I asked if you fucked him!"

"No, I didn't fuck him.  Ever."

I shouted at her, "What did you do?  What did you let him do?"  She shook her head again.  "Did you let him finger you?  Did you suck his cock?"

"No! No, please Aidan.  I only let him feel me up, play with my tits a little."

I lost control of myself on hearing those words.  I am not proud of what followed but the vision of that prick with my sister's sweet tits in his mouth made me see red.  I hit her.  For the first time in my life I back handed my little sister.  She went sprawling back on the bed with a squeak.  She turned over immediately and started sobbing into the sheets.  For some reason that made me even angrier.

I took her pajama bottoms and ripped them down.  I tore them off her body, exposing her perfect heart shaped ass.  Grabbing a large wooden brush off the dresser I proceeded to beat her with it.  It wasn't enough.  I had a hard on fueled by incandescent rage and 4 months of sexual frustration.  After tearing my own pants down, I stepped forward, roughly pulled her legs apart and yanked her body toward me.  She was still sobbing and whimpering something over and over.  I couldn't understand her and frankly didn't care what she was saying.  She didn't try to escape as I stuffed a pillow under her hips and pulled her ass cheeks apart. 

I lined my raging cock up with her crinkled little rosette.  I'd never fucked her ass before but I wanted to hurt her as she'd hurt me.  I didn't bother with lube, I just shoved my enraged 18 year old cock into my 14 year old sister's tight virgin ass glove.  She screamed and belatedly tried to struggle.  I held her hips with a brutally tight grip and pulled her back to me, further deepening my penetration.  As I rotated my pelvis, grinding my cock violently inside her torn and stretched anal canal, my voice grated harshly in her ear, "How's it feel little sister?  How do you like getting fucked over?  Huh?  I went 4 months just dreaming of the day I'd get back to you.  Four months of beating off to fantasies of when we'd be together again."  I stroked in and out with deliberately cruel thrusts.  Hard, short strokes stabbing deep in her bowels.  "I didn't date anyone.  I could have been up to my neck in fine freshman pussy but I was faithful!  I loved you!"  I yelled the last.  I pounded my anger into her, my rage made physical, my pain driving me to hurt her.

She wasn't struggling.  She was crying face down into her sheets.  Each hammering thrust of my violently maddened cock forced a whimpering grunt into the tempo of her sobbing.

"How could you do this to me?  How could you do this to us?"  I screamed at her, my throbbing prick sawing even faster into her violated orifice.  "You're Mine, God dammit! Mine!  You belong to Me you Bitch!  How could you fuck around with that Asshole!"  With a final mighty lunge I emptied my boiling rage fueled soul into her depths.

My full weight landed on her back, flattening her.  I felt her sobbing vibrate through my chest.  Suddenly I became aware of the words she was whimpering, had been whimpering even during my savage attack.

"I'm sorry! I love you! I'm so so sorry!  I love you! Oh, Aidan, please, I'm so sorry!  I love you, please, I love you!"

I rolled off her, onto my side with my back to her.  My rage was spent and I was left with a sickening sense of loss.  I was disgusted with myself for what I had just done.  I had raped my Kayleigh!  I had violated her helpless vulnerable body out of savage jealousy and insane rage.  I still loved her more than life itself, it was me I hated.  I felt her move beside me.  I expected her to flee.  She did not.  Instead, I felt her slender arms wrap around me from behind.  I felt her tear wet face against my back, her pajama softened torso pressed against me.

"Aidan, please forgive me.  I love you so much.  I never meant to hurt you."

I rolled over and gathered her into my arms.  I started crying.  "Oh Kayleigh!  What did I do to you?  Oh God, I'm so sorry I hurt you baby!  I lost it!  All I could see was you in his arms and I lost it!  I love you more than I love life!  How can you still love me?"  I wanted to die at that moment.  I couldn't see how she could ever forgive me for raping her.  I clutched her convulsively, thinking it would be the last time I'd ever get to hold her.

She kissed me then.  A kiss so full of love that I thought my heart would break.  "Aidan love, please don't.  I hurt you worse than you hurt me.  I wasn't crying for me, I was crying for what I had done to you.  I was so lonely when you went away.  So heartsick and lost without you.  I was sure you'd meet someone else, someone older and sexier and just plain better than me."  I tried to protest but she laid her fingers on my lips and continued, "I was wrong.  I know it now.  I wronged you twice my love.  First by not trusting your love and second by betraying your trust in me."  Her tears began to fall again.  "Now I know you'll never trust me again!"  She buried her face in my chest.

"No Baby, I hurt you.  I can't believe I did that.  I was just so out of my mind.  How can you trust ME after what I did?  Oh God!  I  raped you!  I want to die!"

She clutched me tighter and looked up at me fiercely.  "No! Dammit!  You didn't fucking rape me!  You can't rape the willing, Baby.  I let you do that.  I needed to let you do that!  I had hurt you so badly, I'm the one that fucked up and cheated on you.  What you did, I drove you to do.  I knew you were mad when you called last night, knew before that in fact.  Mom told me.  She said you'd looked gutted when she said I'd been dating Sean, that I was out with him the night you came home.  I didn't mean to do that Aidan.  I thought you were coming home tomorrow.  I told Sean last night that I couldn't see him anymore.  That I was in love with someone else."

"You did?"  I was shocked.  I thought of what I'd done to Sean but couldn't feel guilty about it.  He still had laid his hands on my woman.  I chuckled as I thought of something.

"What?"  She demanded.

"Oh, nothing.  It's just that ole Sean had a really bad night.  First you dumped him then I beat the crap out of him and threatened to blow his brains out if he so much as looked at you again."

"You didn't!" she gasped.  I nodded.

"I did Baby-K.  I lost it.  I borrowed Rich's Dad's 9mm and then posted Rich outside our house to call my cell when Sean left.  I met him in his driveway and kicked the shit out of him.  Then I pulled out the gun, held it to his temple and told him that if he tried to go out with you again I'd kill him.  Asked him if he'd fucked you and then said the only reason his brains weren't decorating his mother's roses was because I believed him when he said he hadn't."

"You wouldn't really have killed him, would you?" she asked wide eyed.  My lips tightened when I thought about it.  "Yes, Baby-K, I would have.  If he'd told me he'd fucked you, I wouldn't have been able to not kill him.  If I'd caught you with him later, then yeah, I think I probably still would've. I probably still would.  I can't help it Kayleigh.  I love you so much that I'd kill anyone who tried to take you away from me."

She hugged me close.  "I promise, Aidan.  I promise that I'll never do it again.  I'll never doubt you, I'll never let another man touch me.  And you didn't rape me!"

I felt such exquisite relief.  I held her close and breathed in her fragrance.  "Baby-K?"  She was snuggling closer.  She peeled off her pajama top and tugged me out of my t-shirt.  She finally replied, "Mmm?" 

"I think Mom suspects something.  She kept saying I was acting like a jealous lover and was giving me these weird looks."

Kayleigh giggled.  That delicious giggle I loved so much.  "She doesn't suspect a thing, big brother.  She knows."

"What?!"

"After you left here in such a painful rage she did something she swore she'd never do.  She broke into my e-mail and read all our letters."

"Holy Shit!!! What did she say?"

"She told me that I was a silly little bitch who had badly hurt a man that obviously loved me.  That if I didn't make it right then I was an idiot who didn't deserve you and that I would be miserable for the rest of my life.  She suggested I grovel."

I suspect my face must have resembled a startled fish at that moment. "I can't believe it!  I figured that if Mom found out, I'd be banished for life!  Holy shit!  What about Dad?"

"I suggest you don't say anything to your father for the time being," came my mother's voice from the doorway.  She was looking at us and  grinning widely.  "I gather the two of you have made up?"

I looked back at Kayleigh and smiled. "Yes, Mom.  We've made up."  Then for the first time in front of anyone else, I kissed my sister, my woman, my love, my life.

Epilogue

Kayleigh and I stayed together through all 4 years I was away at college.  She said being able to talk openly to Mom helped her to cope with my long absences.  I never dated anyone else from the first time I kissed my sister in the Mullica river in South Jersey.  I never needed anyone else. 

When it was time for Kayleigh to go to college, I moved with her to San Francisco.  We shared an apartment and everyone assumed we were husband and wife.  With the same last name it was easy and we never bothered to enlighten anyone.  Kayleigh became a Nurse Midwife and I became a partner at a thriving architectural firm.  We have 2 beautiful little girls: Gwynalyn age 5 and Tannith age 3.  Dad was a little upset with Kayleigh when she got pregnant the first time and wouldn't tell him who the father was.  But by the time Tannith came along he was in on the secret.  Mom eased him into it and dealt with his inevitable confusion and anger.

Dad recently retired and our parents are planning to move to Mendicino, a cute little town a couple of hours drive north of San Francisco.  As far as Kayleigh and I are concerned, we are married.  We were hand fasted in a Wiccan ceremony 4 years ago, right after Kayleigh graduated from nursing school and we've never looked back.