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Title: Tales from an Unknown Corner
Chapters: 12-16 (of 20)
Author: Dai_wakizashi
Universe: Tfauc
Summary:  Journey of a troubled young man looking for a path and 
people around him, who, at times, give shape to his journey.
Codes: MF, FF, MFF, oral, anal, toys, petting, romance, drama
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              TALES FROM AN UNKNOWN CORNER  [Tfauc]



CHAPTER - 12: Sisters Know Best!



Back at Kathy's place, I put the coffee on and hit the shower. 
Dressing up, I went to the kitchen and found Kathy, dressed in 
her peignoir, with a cup of coffee. From the looks of her 
disheveled chestnut hair, I realized she must have gotten out of 
bed a short while ago. Filling a cup for myself, I joined her in 
the living room.

"Morning, Sis."

With still sleepy eyes, she regarded me, before responding with a 
soft voice. "Morning. You were out?"

"Yeah. Jogging. Say, how important is the breakfast with Mom and 
Dad, this morning?"

"Your car is there, so I thought we would have breakfast with 
them, before you picked up your car."

"Do they know what you were planning?"

"Nope. We need to be there early this afternoon for tea, and for 
dinner. That was the original plan. What's up, Mitch?"

"Nothing, Kathy. Slight change of plans. Let's have breakfast 
here. The car can wait."

She perked up at the change of plans, but instead of coming up 
with questions, she decided to see what I was planning. I could 
tell she was excited, but trying to keep it under control. Giving 
her a kiss, I took her cup, which was still half full, and said, 
"Get your cute butt in the shower. In the meantime, I'll get the 
breakfast ready. Time's a wastin'."

While her mouth was hanging open at the sudden turn of events, I 
walked to the little kitchen and started rummaging in the fridge 
to see what she had. Seeing she was still sitting there, I said, 
"Come on, Kathy. I know you like your eggs warm. Get movin'."

Without a word, she left the living room, while I got busy 
setting the table and preparing the breakfast. I started a fresh 
batch of coffee, while waiting for the toast, then started on 
bacon and eggs. By the time she was back from her shower, dressed 
in jeans and a sweater, I was putting the bacon, eggs and toast 
on the plates. Like me, she had an appetite, and enjoyed a good 
breakfast. Sometimes, she had to be careful, as she had a 
tendency to put on a few pounds, especially when her studies took 
so much time that she didn't exercise. But, she didn't shy away 
from eating like some girls I had known. After we finished, I 
collected the plates and placed them in the sink. Filling up our 
cups, I picked up an ashtray and settled in the chair, lighting a 
cigarette. I could see she was getting impatient.

"You're wondering what's up?" I stated the obvious.

"That's an interesting way to put it. What's with all the cloak 
and dagger, Bro?"

Despite her words, and cool exterior, her brown eyes were alight 
with curiosity, barely hiding her excitement. I smiled inwardly, 
watching her trying to keep her excitement under control. I 
couldn't help but wonder how formidable an adversary she would 
make if she had learned how to control her emotions. Still, she 
was more than I could handle at times. From a very early age, she 
had been a precocious child; her sharp mind surprising me at the 
most inopportune moments. As I thought about that, I was startled 
by another discovery. She hardly hid her emotions, but especially 
her love and affection towards the people she loved, and that 
included me. Even when we were engaged in a battle of wits, she 
didn't try too hard to hide her love. On the other hand, I would 
try to keep a poker face, not to give away what I was up to; 
sometimes resorting to the use of any and all tools in my 
arsenal. After the training I had embarked upon so long ago, 
controlling my emotions had become something of a second nature. 
Still, she managed to break through my cool exterior, quite 
often, and I had let her, especially when the battle was about 
trivial issues. But, over the last several years, I had erected 
better defenses when she tried to probe me about my life and the 
past; I just wasn't ready to talk about certain subjects.

With those thoughts, I decided to make an effort to be more open 
with her in the coming discussion. At least, it didn't involve 
anything related to that summer, and I relaxed more. With a 
reassuring smile, I said, "No cloak and dagger, Kathy. If you 
don't mind, I have some questions. I would appreciate if you keep 
this talk between us."

Ignoring my words, she asked, "What's on your mind, Mitch?"

"I'm curious about something we've not talked about much."

"Like what?"

"My training. You haven't said much about it through the years, 
but at times... I had the feeling you didn't like what I was 
practicing."

She thought about her answer for quite some time. I guess the 
subject must have come as a surprise, after so long. She also 
knew I had been and still was serious about my martial arts 
training.

"Why do you ask that, Mitch?"

"We know each other well. At least, we knew each other well when 
we were young. I'm curious about why you've felt the way you did, 
you do. Am I wrong in saying you didn't like my training very 
much?"

"I never understood why you sought the training, why you felt the 
need."

"I didn't seek it. Initially, I came upon it by chance at a time 
when it looked useful. I found it helped. Later, I continued 
because I enjoyed it, and learned a lot."

"You mean the bullies at school, when you were young?"

"You knew about them?" I asked, unable to hide my surprise at her 
question.

She nodded.

"What did you know?"

"Sometimes, one of them would catch you out of the school and 
tease you, then beat you up. I know you evaded them most of the 
time, but sometimes you were beaten. Then you met that Japanese 
guy and started to train with him. I didn't know what you were 
doing, but I could see you were calmer, and not as scared. You 
were beaten a few more times until, one day, you paid one of the 
bullies back."

_Sheesh! She had never said a word._

"You knew all that, but you didn't say anything."

"I knew you felt humiliated. You would spend some time before 
coming home, so I knew you didn't want to talk. We were close, 
but this was your private war. You were stubborn and proud. I 
didn't want to lose you because of your pride. I got the feeling 
you didn't want any interference. I didn't want you to worry 
about who knew about it, like Dad, Mom or me. You had enough on 
your plate, without me or anybody piling more on top of it. You 
wanted to keep it a secret, so it stayed a secret."

"I'm sorry, Sis. It must have been hard on you."

"It wasn't as tough as trying to keep Mom and Dad from 
discovering what was going on."

"Jeeez! Sis! Why would you do that?"

"Several reasons. I was scared of losing you. I didn't want you 
to blame me for telling on you. I was also scared that you 
wouldn't be allowed to play outside. I knew you liked to do that, 
and I liked playing outside with you. You know how overprotective 
Mom was. She still is; that hasn't changed," she said with a 
strained smile.

With a laugh, I nodded. "Understatement of the year, Sis. What 
else?"

"I had seen how some of the other kids got it worse, when they 
complained about the bullies. I didn't want things to get worse 
than they were for you. If Mom got involved, she would have 
raised hell, but I didn't know if it would have solved the 
problems. It might have just made things worse, as it did for 
some of the kids. You had it easier than some others," she said, 
her eyes moist.

"Kathy, it's OK! You did the right thing. You know it was the 
right thing. Come on. We're adults now, and we know how nasty 
kids can get. You should know that."

"That doesn't make it any easier. Even after so many years."

"It's all right, Kathy. It's over. I survived. As you said, I was 
lucky."

She nodded, trying to compose herself. When she calmed down, I 
asked, "What did you know of the pay back?"

"I was really surprised when I heard about it. I couldn't believe 
you had beaten him. But, when I saw that nobody bothered you 
again, I realized it was true, after all. I was so happy; I 
wanted to jump up and down in joy. That prick got what was coming 
to him."

"And you knew that what I had learned helped?"

"Yes. But, I expected you to stop. I didn't see any reason why 
you would continue. I was also scared that you would turn into 
one of those pricks, with what you were learning."

"Why? I never sought a fight with anybody."

"I know. You were calm and controlled, but you were starting to 
change. You were reserved, and distant. You didn't make friends 
easily. You had friends, but unlike other kids, you weren't 
friends with many kids. You also started to spend more time with 
your instructor, practicing, instead of playing with other kids."

"But I spent time playing with you, or with Mom in the kitchen, 
cooking, talking."

"I know, but I didn't understand why you devoted so much time to 
your training, instead of playing with other kids, doing fun 
things."

"Did you ever think about how much I enjoyed practicing?"

"I could see that, especially with Tai Chi. You still practice 
that?"

"Yes, I do."

"A few years later, when you moved on to other training, with the 
swords--I don't know what it's called--you didn't enjoy it that 
much?"

"Kenjutsu. No, initially I didn't enjoy it. Later, I got 
something out of it, but my heart wasn't in it."

"Why did you continue, Mitch? With something you didn't enjoy?"

"It was necessary. I needed to learn about something. It served 
its purpose. But I get the feeling, you didn't like to see me 
practicing Kenjutsu. Is that right? Why were you concerned? What 
bothered you about my Kenjutsu training?"

"Initially I didn't think much about it. But when I came back--
after the first year in boarding school--and saw you practice, I 
didn't like it."

"What do you mean, Kathy?"

"I had seen you practice Tai Chi. There's a beauty, a grace in 
it. Have you ever seen yourself practice? If you have, then you 
know what I'm talking about it."

I smiled at her comment. "Kathy, I know there is beauty and grace 
in it. I've watched my sensei when he practiced, and I feel it 
when I practice. But, there's more to it than what you see from 
outside. You should realize that by now."

"Yes. I believe so. But there was none of it in your sword 
practice. Well, not always. When you did that special meditation, 
and practiced... it was... scary."

"The sword practice, with the special meditation... was scary?"

"Yes. When I asked, you explained that you were doing a special 
meditation, sinking into the depth... I didn't like that. It 
scared me."

"The Void," I corrected her. "What was the difference? What 
didn't you like, Kathy? Can you explain?"

She went quiet, thinking, trying to put what had bothered her 
into words.

"When you were practicing, it was smooth, but there were also 
flaws. I don't know much about how it should be, but I could see 
there were issues, as if something was out of place or slightly 
out of alignment. It's difficult to explain. I could see things 
that weren't as graceful as your Tai Chi performances, as if you 
were faltering. Does that make sense?"

"Sure. It was imperfect. I wasn't very good with Kenjutsu, 
although I made progress, and reached a level that I was 
comfortable with, and my sensei said as much. So?"

"That was when you were doing your normal practice. When you did 
your special meditation and started the practice... it was 
perfect, and it was scary. I was watching the same guy, but it 
wasn't the same guy. It was as if... as if there was another 
person that looked like you had taken your place. There was an 
intensity that wasn't there before. That wooden sword was like a 
big fan, sweeping the air in a blur, seeking, ready to destroy 
whatever dared to cross its path."

She finished her description, very much agitated, her last words 
almost whispered, leaving me speechless by the strength of her 
emotions. I could feel and taste her fright like a physical 
thing. I was going to respond making light of her description, 
but one look at her face was enough to convince me that would be 
a mistake. Her hands were curled in a fist, the knuckles white.

"Kathy. Please, calm down. It was just practice. An advanced form 
of exercise. Nothing more," I said softly.

"I remember you describing it as a place where no emotion or 
thought resided. Do you have any idea how that sounds?"

"I think I have an idea, Kathy. But you have to admit, you have 
no experience to compare with or judge what it is. You're using 
conventions, things you know, to make comparisons and pass 
judgment on something that doesn't fit into anything you've known 
before, or fit to any criteria that will make sense to you. 
There's nothing in your experience that will allow you to 
understand or measure what you're dealing with. It's like trying 
to describe colors to a person who was born blind, and even that 
analogy falls short of describing the situation."

She was quiet, trying to understand what I said, but the 
conventions she had known didn't allow her wrap her mind around 
it. Well, I had experimented with it, and experienced it, and put 
it aside for so many years, because... because I hadn't been sure 
how I could use it. I knew if I tried I could sink in the Void, 
and that knowledge was enough. I tried to explain again.

"Kathy, you've seen me do exercises to attain calm. That place is 
beyond that level of control. For what it's worth, I haven't 
practiced it much and put it aside some years ago."

"Why is that, Mitchell?" she asked.

She was sharp and once again her aim was true, scoring a perfect 
bull's eye.

"I guess I'm as bound and limited by conventions as you are. 
Because of my other training, I was willing to investigate it. To 
tell the truth, I was scared the first time I tried to sink in 
the Void, because I didn't understand it. The next time, I 
understood what it was and wasn't scared of it, but... well... I 
didn't see any reason to practice it more. However, it has its 
uses. I know that. Do you understand what I'm trying to tell 
you?"

"No, Mitch, I don't. I'm scared. You picked up your sword 
yesterday... and are taking it with you. Are you going to 
practice that thing again?"

Her voice was thick with emotion, and I was racking my mind to 
find a way to explain and comfort her.

"Sis, you work in Emergency and see people come in with all sorts 
of things. They are scared, because they don't know what's wrong 
with them, or they think the worst. Right?"

She nodded. She was hanging on every word, her attention focused 
on what I was trying to tell her.

"But you know more than they do. Most of the time, you know 
what's wrong with them and how it can be fixed, right?"

She nodded again.

"They might be scared, but are you?"

She shook her head no.

"Exactly. They trust you to fix their problem, because you have 
the skills, the knowledge, and experience. What's more, with 
every passing day, your skill level is increasing with your 
knowledge and understanding. In short, you're improving."

She was quiet for a while, mulling what we talked in her mind.

"OK, Mitch. I understand what you're saying. Because I don't know 
and don't understand what it is you're dealing with, I'm scared. 
How do you know what you're dealing with?"

"Ahh, Sis. You're missing one crucial thing. You have your basic 
knowledge, and on top of all that, expertise on several subjects, 
and you keep on learning. What about me? My training was the 
same. And like you, there are times when I'm not sure about 
something, so I proceed with caution, but unlike you, I'm not 
putting anybody at risk when I make a mistake. I don't even put 
myself at risk. Come on, Sis. You know me. The Control Freak!" I 
said with a smile.

That quip finally earned me a small laugh, but she was still 
apprehensive. When I looked askance, she shook her head.

I insisted. "Come on, Kathy. You were the one who wanted to talk. 
We are talking. Are you going to quit on me, now?"

"You don't want to talk about... that," she replied, pointedly.

"This is about what you said yesterday? Me, shutting people out?"

She nodded.

"And you're thinking this is a result of my training? Especially 
that particular thing I learned?"

She nodded again.

"Kathy, I'm not ready to talk about some things, yet, but I can 
tell you this much: my training, especially the Void, has got 
nothing to do with it. I quit practicing it a long time before 
that... summer. That training has its uses, but shutting people 
out isn't one of them. You have to take my word for it. I think 
you know me well enough to know that I'm telling you the truth."

She nodded, then asked, "May I ask one question?"

"Only one?" I teased.

"Yes, Mitch. And I hope you can answer it," she said with a 
reasonable tone, urging me to give it a serious consideration.

"No promises, but I'll give it my best effort," I replied in the 
same reasonable tone.

I took a drag from my cigarette, waiting for her question. 
Nothing could have prepared me for what was coming next--training 
or no training. It wasn't a bombshell. It was the fucking A-Bomb! 
My clever sister was either very lucky, or she must have studied 
strategy better than I had.

"Does Dana know about your past?" she asked with dead calm. For 
all purposes, she could have been asking about the weather: 
"Isn't it hot, today?"

I must say my reaction wasn't elegant. The cigarette smoke got 
caught at the back of my throat, irritating it something 
terrible, and I had a coughing fit. When I managed to gather a 
semblance of control, I took a sip from my coffee, trying to 
sooth my burning throat. In the meantime, my sister was trying to 
hide her laughter (and not very hard, I must add).

_You, little witch! I'll get you for this!_

For God's sake, the shit she had pulled was incredible. No 
warning at all, and then... Slam dunk!

Before I could say a word, she came back, adding insult to 
injury. "If this is your best effort, Mitch, I better take a rain 
check."

"You witch! You just earned a payback. I'll get you for this."

"It was worth it. Thank you for your elegant answer."

"Kathy, that was below the belt. What did you do? Spend the whole 
night planning how to ask this question?" I retorted with an 
irritated tone.

"Come on, Mitch. You were closed up for a long time. Suddenly, 
you're relaxed, almost happy. It turns out you've met a new girl 
who happens to be a flight attendant. You're not walking around 
with a chip on your shoulder. Then, we sit and talk about 
something we never talked about. What pisses me off is that, 
you've talked about your past with some new girl, instead of 
talking with me."

"Hold it there! Not one more word. This talk is over!" I said, 
sternly, before standing up.

I wasn't really angry, but I was scared where the talk would 
lead. When Kathy started on the subject of why I would talk with 
Dana about my past (there had been no precedent), she could have 
easily stumbled upon what exactly happened during the flight.

_Unless, she has it worked out already... she had the whole night 
to think about it._

That thought filled me with dread. I made my way to my room to 
pick up my jacket. I wanted to be alone. I didn't want to keep 
fending off Kathy.

_Shit! Everything was going so nice. Why did you do that, Kathy?_

I sat on the bed, examining my feelings. I hadn't been angry 
about what she did. I was shocked, but now, I resented it. Mostly 
because she was going in a direction that would open a whole can 
of worms, and I wasn't ready for it, yet, if ever.

"Mitch, I'm sorry."

I looked up and saw her standing by the door, her arms crossed, 
with a sad and scared expression on her face. When I didn't 
respond, she said, "Mitch, I'm sorry. Please, don't do this. I 
didn't know what I was doing."

"Really? You didn't know what you were doing? From where I stood, 
it didn't look like that at all," I replied, unable to keep the 
resentment from coloring my voice.

"I'm sorry, Mitch. We were just having fun, and it was too good 
an opportunity to pass up. I didn't expect--" she replied with a 
small voice, before I cut her off.

"Not one more word, Kathy. You're on probation. I mean it."

At that her face fell, her eyes getting moist. She tried one more 
time. "I'm truly sorry, Mitchell. I'll promise anything you want. 
Just don't do this. Please? You know I keep my promises."

_She would never give a promise, unless... Oh, no! Come on, 
Kathy. I love you. I'm not going to shut you out, but..._

I tried to calm myself. Then, with a tired sigh I said, "Kathy, I 
love you. I want to make you happy, but... you really don't know 
when to stop. I'm at fault as much as you are. Please, tread a 
bit more carefully. I don't want promises, but don't take that as 
carte-blanche, OK? That's not the Kathy I know. I want back that 
clever, scheming she-devil who drives me crazy; my Kathy."

At that, she rushed at me and I was flattened on the bed, with 
her straddling me and painting my cheeks with kisses. Then she 
sat up, still straddling me and gave me an embarrassed and guilty 
look.

_What, now?_

"Out with it. Since I seem to be in a forgiving mood, out with 
it," I said.

"I have a confession to make, but promise you'll not hit the 
roof."

"Kathy, you're in no position, and you know that. I said I'm in a 
forgiving mood."

"I hope you'll not get angry with me when you hear this. It's 
about this Saturday."

"Go on."

"It's about, Sarah."

_Oh, brother! I hope it's not what I think it is._

"Tell me you didn't cook something with Sarah?"

She nodded apprehensively.

"God, Kathy! And how long were you going to keep it a secret?--
Never mind that--What did you cook up this time?"

"Well... she doesn't have a boyfriend... _anymore_. She had one, 
but she broke up." She waited to see how I would react.

"_Very cute_, Kathy. She had a boyfriend, but not anymore. You 
think you can explain away what you said about Sarah, with this 
little detail?" I asked, amused at her antics.

"I learned _it_ from you."

"Kathy!" I warned her, reminding her of her current situation, 
but she wasn't going to heed it.

"What!!! It's the truth, and we both know it. You're a master at 
it," she retorted.

"OK. I'm not going to get into a discussion on this now. Go on. 
What else you've got planned?"

"Well... She's interested in you."

"You're joking, right? This isn't more babe and bombshell stuff?"

"I'm serious, Mitch. She came out with it. She had been asking 
about you now and then. I didn't realize she had an interest in 
you. I mean, you said it yourself; it's been five or six years 
since she saw you, so I never gave a thought."

"But, when she expressed her interest, you turned her down, 
_right_?" I asked her in a sarcastic tone. We both knew what the 
score was on that point.

"In fact, I _did_."

Seeing my skeptic look, she elaborated. "Sorry, Bro, but you 
haven't been much fun lately, and she's my best friend. I love 
you, but since you weren't shopping for girlfriends, I thought it 
was the right thing to do."

"Yes, it was. So you _did_ everything you could?"

She gave me a pained look. "She insisted, and finally got me to 
tell her a bit about you. I didn't tell her much, but--you know, 
some generalizations: how you kept busy with your work and had 
little time for romance."

Seeing the disbelief on my face, she hurriedly added, "I swear, 
Mitch. I didn't tell her anything. I had to say something. She's 
my best friend, but you're my brother."

"Not even a little mention of a broken heart, maybe?"

"I didn't say anything, although..."

"Although what, Kathy?"

"I kinda mentioned you had something going on a few years back, 
but that hadn't worked out, and since then you had been too busy 
with your work."

"_Real nice job_, Kathy," I said, sarcastically.

"I thought so myself," Kathy retorted, unabashed.

Seeing the irritated look on my face, she got defensive. "I 
didn't say anything, Mitch. She might draw some conclusions, but 
I didn't say anything. I needed to warn her a bit. Be honest, and 
tell me if I did anything wrong?"

"No... you did not. But... I don't want you to make a habit of 
it. I told you before; I'm not shopping for girlfriends."

"No, you're not. Not _anymore_."

"You're _incorrigible_. Why am I putting up with you?"

"Because... I'm your _sister_... and, you love me to _death_?"

"Maybe I should forget about the love part and go straight to 
death," I quipped.

"You don't mean _that_!"

"No, I don't. But sometimes... You know what I mean... So, is 
there more to this story?" I asked, directing us back to the 
subject.

"Well, after that little talk about you, she came out and asked 
if I would mind if she took a shot at you. That's when I realized 
she was serious about it. I asked why she wanted to pursue you, 
and she told me she remembered you as a pleasant, quiet kid; a 
bit shy perhaps, but a nice kid. You've both known each other for 
a long time and she liked you then. She wants to see if there's 
something. Compared to her current crop of boyfriends, she thinks 
you might be different."

"You know, this is going to be a real pain in the neck. At least, 
with those sharks, I can ignore them. Sarah is... well, Sarah is 
different. She's your best friend, and I've known her a long 
time. For God's sake, Kathy... the things you get me into 
sometimes..."

"I'm sorry, Mitch, but whether I talked with her or not, she was 
probably going to find a way to get to see you."

"Yeah... It seems she had something in her mind for a while."

She had an amused look on her face and was trying hard not to 
laugh.

"What's so _funny_?"

"Well, Bro. You seem to have a streak of luck lately. After a 
long drought, you have girls raining all over you."

I grimaced at the thought. I had enough complications in my life.

Seeing my look, she said, "Oh, _come on_, Mitch; _be happy_! You 
need some happiness. Don't tell me, you're still hung up on..."

Her voice faded, as she noticed how I tensed up.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to pry," she said, with an apologetic 
tone.

Getting off me, she allowed me to stand up. Changing the subject 
swiftly, she asked, "So what's the plan, Bro? Do we go and get 
your car?"

"Yeah. We better do that. I don't want to be late for the 
afternoon."

She moved in and hugged me, while softly whispering, "Thank you. 
Seeing you happy, I keep forgetting... things. I love you and 
I'll be more careful."

I hugged her back, rocking her, kissing the top of her head. It 
had been a long time since we'd been this close.

"Do you think Mom suspects anything?" I asked.

"Well, she's sharp, but she won't grill you. Not after last 
year."

"What do you mean?"

"She was scared of losing you. After that big argument, she 
realized she was running the risk of pushing you away. You know, 
Dad never got involved in things like that, and always kept 
quiet. A year ago that changed. He was also worried, but when Mom 
heard the latest escalation, she was close to panic, and he had 
to do something. However it was mostly because of Mom, to calm 
her down."

"He had to-- what do you mean?"

"Dad knew if they kept putting pressure on you, they might lose 
you. You know how Dad is. He keeps his thoughts to himself, and 
doesn't talk much, unless it becomes necessary. Last year it was 
bad. He believed you'd take care of yourself, even though he was 
worried. But, when they heard the news of the _attack_, for the 
first time he looked scared; really scared that something might 
happen to you. When Mom panicked, he knew he had to do something. 
That's why he was hard on you. When you gave them the cold 
shoulder, especially to Mom, he backed away, and tried to talk 
with Mom."

"And?" I prompted.

Kathy didn't respond, perhaps expecting an explanation, but I 
didn't want to get into it. For three long years, I had to endure 
every week the constant arguments and pressure, and last year it 
had come to a boiling point; Dad had almost given me an 
ultimatum. But, I had reached my limit. I had been ready to snap. 
Everybody has a limit, and they should have realized it long time 
ago. I had come too close to cutting loose! But, filial piety 
wasn't something I could turn my back on--easily. Unfortunately, 
what they hadn't realized was, it had been a choice between self 
preservation and respecting their wishes. The work had been the 
only thing driving me, and if I had given that up... So, I had 
done the next best thing; I had given them the cold shoulder, 
ignoring them.

How could I explain what I had felt at the time? If something 
happened, if it was in the cards, yes, I might have gotten 
killed, but it had been a low probability, and still was a low 
probability. If I had left and came home, I would have died a 
slow death, piece by piece. Which one was worse? I knew I didn't 
have a death wish, and I had always been careful. I just had no 
interest in giving up the last thing that drove me... that kept 
me breathing one more day. How could I give up my work? And for 
what? For a little bit of risk? People still lived and worked 
there!

_How can I explain that? How can I make them or Kathy understand? 
I can't! I can't even talk about it, because it would hurt them._

_I've never felt so abandoned in my life before, by the people 
who were supposed to support me._

_I wish... you could understand how lonely it had felt, Kathy..._

I didn't want to dwell on the thoughts, because I didn't want to 
feel resentment. I waited patiently while trying to calm myself. 
I didn't know if she saw something in my face or thought better 
of it, because she decided to continue with what she was saying.

"After the talk with Dad, Mom realized if she insisted too much 
she might push you away. You never gave her the cold shoulder 
before. Before that, you usually got irritated, but tried to grin 
and bear it. And she realized it. She knows she's still overly 
protective and she can't help that. We both know how she's when 
it comes to her kids, but last year, you scared her."

"I see. And now?"

"She's kinda accepted the situation. Well, she knows you have a 
mind of your own and there's very little she can do about it. 
She's just worried about what could happen there. It's not the 
_work_, Mitch; it's the _place_."

"Kathy, it's not that bad. You know me. I'm cautious. Nothing's 
going to happen," I replied with confidence, trying to reassure 
her.

"You don't know that, Mitch. You can't kno--"

"Kathy, don't. Please?"

She gave a resigned sigh, but tightened her arms around me, 
letting me know how she felt. I rocked her, returning her hug, 
and whispering, "It will be all right, Sis. It will be all 
right."

When she calmed down, she looked up and said, "Anyways, she might 
probe gently, but she won't grill you. On the other hand, she 
might grill me."

"What are you going to do?"

"I don't know, Mitch. I don't want to get her hopes up. If she 
thinks you're involved with a girl, she might think you'll leave 
that place. I know it's too early for that, and you're not ready 
to leave that place... are you?"

"No, I'm not. In a way I enjoy the place, but especially the 
work. I really do enjoy my work, and you know there's been very 
little I enjoyed lately," I replied, encouraged by her response.

"I think, I understand. You wouldn't enjoy doing something else, 
would you?"

I shook my head.

_I'm sorry, Sis. I should have given you more credit. Thank you. 
You don't know how much that meant._

Brushing my cheek, she said, "It's OK! I'll handle, Mom. I want 
her happy, but I'm not going to get her hopes up. She needs a bit 
of good news to get her spirits up."

That reminded me what she had done years ago, about the school 
bullies. I couldn't respond; I had a lump forming at the back of 
my throat. I gave her a fierce hug, trying to make her understand 
how I felt.

"It's all right, Mitch. You do your best, and hurry home," she 
whispered.

I was still thinking of what she had said, about not getting 
Mom's hopes up. I wasn't ready yet, but maybe it was time to have 
a chat with her. I mulled it over, and even though I didn't know 
when I would feel ready, or how things would work out, I had to 
have a talk with, Mom. It felt right, in some inexplicable way. I 
didn't want Kathy caught between me and Mom. This was about me 
and I needed to deal with it.

"Mitch, what are you thinking?"

"I... I was thinking about, Mom. I'll have a talk with her, 
Kathy. It's been too long we had a talk. I think it's time."

"Do you think that's a good idea?"

"I don't know, but it seems the right thing to do."

"Mitch, don't rush into it. You're her first born, and... Well, 
you know how mothers are, with their first born."

She had a point there. Before I could say anything, she 
continued. "Let me probe first, while you're at the garage. I'll 
let you know how it went, and if you still want to, you can have 
a talk with her on Sunday."

"Uh... OK, Sis. You know best."

"Sisters always know best," she quipped.

"They do _not_!"

At that, we were laughing, the tension of the moment dissipating. 
Once we caught our breath, we decided we had wasted enough time 
already and went about starting on our respective agendas for the 
day.



 . . . .



Back at my parent's place, we chatted for a short while, before I 
got busy with my car. After checking the oil and tire pressures, 
I checked the battery and found it weak. I had had the battery 
disconnected, since the car wasn't going to be used for almost a 
month, when I was away from home, working.

_I should have put it on the charger yesterday._

Luckily, it wasn't as bad as I thought, and when I made the 
connections, I managed to start the car. I would know if it 
charged properly or if it was dying by the time I got to the 
garage. On the other hand, the engine was purring like a cat. It 
was time to hit the road and see how things went.

The ride to the garage was uneventful. Because it was almost time 
for a major service, I decided to get it done instead of the 
minor service. I might do some miles this vacation and I wanted 
it in tip-top condition. A couple of hours later, it was ready 
and with a mechanic we took it out for a spin to see if there was 
anything else. During the short ride I remembered I would drive 
at a lower altitude--we were currently at 800 meters above sea 
level, and that made quite a bit of difference in regards to fuel 
and air mixture, despite the electronic controls--and the last 
time I was by the coastline I had little problems. I mentioned it 
to the mechanic, and he drove us back to the garage to make the 
necessary adjustments, while explaining what and how he was doing 
the adjustment, referring to the display screen of the electronic 
gizmo he attached to the exhaust pipe. He warned me I might have 
a bit higher rpms while the engine was idle, and I would do less 
miles per liter at our current altitude, especially driving in 
city traffic, but it would improve once I hit the lower 
altitudes. He assured me I would have a really smooth performance 
when I was driving long distances on the highways. Satisfied with 
the service, I paid. One of the guys got the car quickly vacuumed 
and washed, courtesy of the garage--since I was pretty regular 
there--while I had a cup of coffee with the owner.

He asked why I always stayed around when the car was being 
serviced. I told him that most of the time the car was being 
serviced by a different mechanic, who might not be familiar with 
its history or problems. I also enjoyed watching and learning 
what they were doing and how they were doing it. He didn't take 
offense at my explanation, and suggested I should give him a call 
and make an appointment so that he could assign a particular 
mechanic. I had always dropped by without an appointment and 
sometimes I had to wait for a while, before they got to my car. 
The offer suited me. I got the impression the owner was trying to 
convince me they were doing a good job, and wanted to keep me as 
a regular, and valued customer. I hadn't had any problems with 
them and decided to take him up on his offer. I made a tentative 
appointment for two months later--on my next off-duty time--which 
I would confirm with him a few days prior to the actual date. 
During the ride back home, I was satisfied with what they had 
done and was looking forward to enjoying a good drive along the 
coastline.

I arrived home long before tea time. Dad was taking his afternoon 
nap, and would be up shortly. Mom and Sis were in the kitchen. 
So, I pulled up a chair and joined them. I could see Mom was 
looking more relaxed, perhaps happy, and I got the feeling Sis 
had something to do with that. When Mom got busy preparing tea, 
Kathy and I exchanged a quick glance, and she confirmed my 
suspicions. When Mom joined us, she knew something was up, and 
she figured I knew that she knew. She didn't say anything, but 
her eyes were smiling. I asked her if she wanted me to help her 
with tonight's cooking. She got a bit emotional and replied she'd 
like that very much. I could see Kathy was getting teary eyed as 
well, so deciding to break the mood, I asked Mom when Dad was 
getting up. Mom stood up, saying she would check on him, leaving 
Kathy and me alone in the kitchen. I turned to Kathy, to ask how 
Mom was doing, but she beat me to it.

"She's happy, Mitch. We talked a little bit, but she didn't even 
ask me for details. She saw the changes, and that was enough. She 
suspected you were getting involved with somebody and she figured 
it must have been something recent. She knows it's too early, but 
she's happy. Mostly because you seem to be doing better than 
before. Helping with the cooking was great touch, Bro. I couldn't 
have figured out something better than that."

"What about that place, my work?"

"We didn't talk about it and I got the feeling she knows it's too 
early. She might be everything, but she's realistic. As they say: 
'There is a light at the end of the tunnel'."

"Yeah. I guess there is, after all," I replied quietly.

Putting her hand on top of mine, Kathy said, "It's going to be 
good, Mitch. I could feel it."

I wished I was as sure as Kathy was, but I knew I had to start 
somewhere and thinking dark thoughts did not help.

The rest of the afternoon and the evening were great. I still 
enjoyed cooking as much I did when I was younger, and Mom and I 
had a great time discussing spices and ingredients--talking about 
various recipes. She accused me of being heavy handed with 
spices, especially the basil, parsley, thyme and my favorite, 
oregano. I told her she used too much garlic and onions. The 
dinner was a cheerful event, helped along by my dad's dry humor, 
teasing Mom and me about our lack of skills in the kitchen--
coming from a person who couldn't boil water if his life depended 
on it, and we teased him back mercilessly. However, that wasn't 
true. He didn't know much about cooking, but he knew how to cook 
a mean Hungarian Goulash, as Kathy reminded us, coming to Dad's 
defense. For a while it was sons and mothers versus dads and 
daughters. Eventually it quieted down, as nobody wanted to eat 
cold food.

After dinner, Dad asked what we wanted to watch, listing several 
movies on video. He was a movie buff, well, not exactly; he was a 
cinema historian, and knew a lot. I had developed a taste for 
movies early on, but as I reached my teenage years, it became 
apparent that I didn't share his love for certain genres; movies 
like the _Bicycle Thieves_ and many others. On the other hand, we 
both enjoyed the classics in various genres like musicals, 
comedies, a few westerns and war movies. And, he certainly didn't 
share my interest in what he called _Pop-Corn_ entertainment; the 
new Hollywood products filled to the brim with special effects or 
other gimmicks. He acknowledged the fact that new technologies 
were emerging in film making, and as such he welcomed the 
developments, but he maintained that movies were about telling a 
story, or about having a message, and in his own words, "As long 
as they are reasonable about it, technology is good, but movies 
aren't about the technology; the technology should help tell the 
story better." That was a point of discussion we never agreed, 
because I saw a place for pure, escapist entertainment, as well 
as the movies with a message, while he was unwilling to consider 
the first kind as anything but a real movie. In the end, we 
agreed to disagree on the subject. To tell the truth I wasn't 
inclined to get into a prolonged discussion on the subject, 
because he knew more than I did, and adding his knowledge in 
history, politics, languages, literature, and arts, he had a 
formidable arsenal at his disposal that he drew freely to make 
his point. I knew I was being stubborn on this issue, so he let 
it go at that, instead of trying to convince me. Perhaps, that 
might be one reason why I had chosen engineering, instead of 
following in his footsteps, not wanting to compete with him or 
live under his shadow, even though I shared a love of literature, 
and some of the arts, and to some extent history. On the other 
hand, my interests had always been in science and math, and 
technology, because I felt more comfortable with something that 
was tangible, whereas most of the arts, including the literature, 
had an abstract feel to it that I had some difficulties to deal 
with.

As I thought about our differences, I caught Mom and Sis voice 
their votes. They wanted to watch _On the Town_, a musical. Dad 
and I wanted to watch _Casablanca_ even though everyone had seen 
both of the movies several times over the years. Well, since both 
of the ladies wanted the same movie, and the votes were divided 
half-half, the choice was going to be what they wanted. Dad and I 
shared a look, and he let out a harrumph, muttering "women," and 
resignedly selected _On the Town_.

Just then, Kathy piped up, "I changed my mind. _Casablanca_," 
earning herself a quizzical look from Mom.

Dad and I were happy with that choice, until I caught sight of 
Kathy. She had a small smile on her lips with a curious twinkle 
in her eyes. Remembering what _Casablanca_ was about, I got an 
uneasy feeling. Was Kathy figuring out more stuff, or did she 
just want to see how I would react to the movie? By voting for 
_Casablanca_, had I given her more hints? I knew when I watched a 
good movie I really got into it. When I was young, Mom used to 
comment how I immersed myself in a movie, and I knew I revealed 
more about myself than I was aware of.

_Sorry, Kathy. No freebies for you tonight. It's too early and 
I'm not ready yet. Nice try, though. I'll give you that._

"Sorry, Dad. I changed my mind also. I vote for _On the Town_. 
Mom has the right idea."

The situation changed, suddenly. The votes were still divided, 
equally, but now, it came to pulling rank among women and as 
such, it was Mom's choice. Dad, of course, didn't understand why 
I changed my mind, so he teased me trying to change my mind. "I 
thought you knew a good movie from an average movie, Son."

I shrugged my shoulders and responded with, "I feel like a 
musical, Dad. Sorry."

Mom, however, saw the looks Kathy was giving me, and caught on to 
the byplay between us. She realized a private war was going on. 
She just didn't know what it involved. What's more, she was 
suspicious, why Kathy would change her vote, agreeing with my 
choice, instead of trying to vote against me; especially if this 
was a private war. Kathy knew she had lost her chance, and when I 
gave her a smug smile, she shrugged it off. We both knew she was 
still ahead of me in this game, but I could see, she really 
didn't want to miss this opportunity.

_So, you just wanted to watch me and see how I would react?_

That was good to know. If she was planning to see how I would 
react to the movie, she probably hadn't stumbled on everything, 
yet. It was a comforting thought, but as with all assumptions, it 
was dangerous. I knew I wasn't in the clear, yet. With Kathy, I 
never was, I thought ruefully.

Mom was still paying attention and she saw Kathy's shrug. She 
knew something was definitely up. Looking at Kathy, I nodded in 
Mom's direction. When she peeked at Mom, she got a sharp stare 
that said, "What are you up to?"

Kathy tried a "Who? Me?" but she couldn't pull it off. Mom seemed 
annoyed with her.

_Way to go, Sis. You try too hard. Enjoy the hot water and good 
luck with Mom._

The rest of the night was uneventful. On the way back to Kathy's 
place, we both took our own cars.



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CHAPTER - 13: A Bombshell



Saturday morning, I woke up late. It felt good to be lazy for a 
change. There were no Saturdays or Sundays on a rig, although the 
morning reports were an hour later than weekdays, probably to 
give a psychological semblance of a weekend, or the Ops engineers 
wanted to have an extra hour of sleep.

After a visit to the bathroom for morning ablutions, followed by 
a quick shower, I put on jeans and an t-shirt, and went to the 
kitchen. Kathy was sitting on the couch, dressed in her peignoir, 
her knees tucked underneath with the newspaper on her lap. The TV 
was on with the morning cartoons. Grabbing a cup of coffee, I 
joined her. After she finished browsing through the paper, she 
put it aside and cuddled up to me and we watched the cartoons for 
a while, enjoying each other's company.

She was extremely quiet and I was starting to wonder if something 
was wrong with her. Sensing my anxiety, she said, "It's weekend 
laziness, Bro. I'm all right, I just missed watching the cartoons 
with you."

"You know, I've never been inquisitive about your life and you 
know why, but don't you have a boyfriend or something? What do 
you do on weekends, or when you have some free time?"

She laughed softly. "I'm lucky to have a brother like you. I know 
some of my friends had a lot of problems with their elder 
brothers."

"I guess, but then those brothers didn't have a lot of problems 
with their sisters, did they?" I teased her.

"You can exchange me for one of those girls if you want, but I'm 
keeping you as a brother."

"I didn't mean it like that and don't change the subject. It's 
time for a little role reversal. I need a break."

"You sure do, Bro. I haven't been easy on you. Well, let's see... 
There's a guy I've been going out for almost a year and a half. 
It's kind of long distance relationship. He works for a company 
that sells medical equipment and we met during one of his visits 
to the hospital. We try to see each other when he comes to town. 
He's not living so far away. About three hours by car. So, we 
still manage to get away, but you know how it is with med school. 
I still have almost one and a half years to go and the shifts at 
the Emergency ward are keeping me busy."

"So, it's a serious relation?"

"Yeah. But, he's waiting until I finish school. Well, I finished 
school, this is just specialization. But, you know how Mom is; 
first school, then marriage."

"Wow! My sister is getting married... If he's waiting that long 
he must be well-trained," I quipped.

"It's not like that at all, Bro," she retorted indignantly.

"I hope so, Sis. I haven't been much of a brother. You need a 
strong hand," I said, goading her.

"You rat! I'm not like that at all."

"I dunno, Sis. You managed to whip me up pretty good on a regular 
basis."

"Girls mature faster than boys, Bro. That's why."

"I'm not sure about that. How old are you?" I asked, then quickly 
clarified my question with, "Mentally?"

She laughed at my quip. "It depends. Anywhere between 15 and 40."

"Must have come in handy all these years."

"You betcha."

"Tell me. How's he taking the long distance relation?"

"He's patient."

"He must be. Knowing you, I'm not surprised." I was enjoying 
pressing her buttons.

"Give me a break, Mitch. I'm not like that at all," she replied 
hotly. Then softening her tone, she said, "Not all the time. I 
save that for you. But sometimes, I drive him crazy too, and he 
loves it."

With an amused smile, she added, "In that respect, he's like 
you."

"That's very presumptuous of you, Kathy. I never said I enjoyed 
being driven crazy. Especially by you," I replied with a 
pretentious tone.

"I know. That's why you don't put up with my antics." Her eyes 
were dancing with mirth.

"I give up," I said, raising my hands in surrender, then 
delivered a parting shot, "But, I hope he doesn't. Otherwise 
he'll not be able to survive you."

"He doesn't need to survive. I keep him barely alive, to serve 
his Queen."

"Shit, Sis. Show some mercy and throw him to the lions."

"Lions wouldn't know what to do with him, but I do," she replied 
and colored slightly, realizing what she said.

I knew she had had several boyfriends, and we rarely talked about 
that part of our lives. When we were young, we had teased each 
other, as we were curious, but as adults, we rarely talked about 
our private lives. Perhaps, because we had discovered sex, and 
learned something about it.

"Does he make you happy, Kathy?"

"Yes, he does. And I make him happy too. Does that satisfy your 
curiosity?" she replied without getting embarrassed.

"Sis, I know you have a busy life. Med school, the hospital. They 
don't make for a very active social life. I worry about you, even 
though I know you can take care of yourself. I just want to know 
you are happy."

"I'm happy. Since we have that out of the way, tell me, dear 
brother. Why can't I ask you the same questions?"

"But Kathy, you have used up your quota of questions for the next 
ten years, whereas I'm still saving them up," I retorted with a 
haughty tone.

"Oh, you! You're impossible."

She was coming with an elbow, but I quickly gathered her in my 
arms, locking her securely in my embrace. She tried to break 
free, but then gave up and relaxed. If she were a cat, I would 
bet anything she would be purring at that moment. That was 
another side of Kathy I had missed. Whoever the guy was, he was 
getting a bundle of energy, but a loving bundle. If he treated 
her right, Kathy would make his life heaven and if he treated her 
wrong... Well, I didn't need to get involved, unless I wanted to 
put him out of his misery instead of letting him suffer at 
Kathy's hands. She wasn't really like that, but I enjoyed joking 
about what a witch she was. She didn't have a vicious bone in 
her, unless somebody sought to hurt her on purpose. She would 
ignore them, but if they continued, all bets were off.

When we were young, I had seen how she had handled a few of the 
boys she broke up with. She had been to the point and very 
direct, cutting them loose, politely, without spite. One idiot 
had tried to get back at her, more than once. Well, let me just 
say he wished he had never set eyes on her and leave it at that. 
Kathy knew how to take care of herself.

"Mitch, why didn't you hit on any of my friends when we were 
young? I know some brothers who tried."

"I dunno, Sis. I was pretty shy and I was busy."

"You were still around quite a bit, when some of them were 
visiting. You didn't even ask me about them," she insisted.

"I don't know, Sis. Why are you asking? This isn't about Sarah, 
is it?"

"Sarah was the most frequent visitor and you liked each other. 
You two were friendly, but I also remember a time when you did 
try to hide for a while when she was around."

"I wasn't always with you two, Kathy. Most of the time I would be 
studying in my room and when I heard you practicing, I would take 
a break. I rarely came to your room to listen to her play and 
sing."

"Why didn't you ask her out? Was it because she was a bit pudgy?"

"No, Sis. I always thought she was good looking, even beautiful. 
I'm not even sure if I would call her pudgy... and there was more 
to her than that. I never thought she would go out with me. If I 
had known what I know now... Besides, she was your best friend 
and it could have gotten awkward. You shared a lot. I had my 
hands full with you, as I still do nowadays."

Thinking back to those days, I remembered something else; a 
specific memory of Sarah and what I had really thought of her...

_Not only that, Sis, but I had seen her. My first living, 
breathing girl. She wasn't just good looking, she was beautiful._

I was sixteen and Kathy and Sarah were fifteen at the time. Our 
parents were out, visiting friends. Kathy was home from boarding 
school for the weekend, and Sarah was visiting her for a practice 
session. I was with my sensei, doing my practices. That day, I 
was feeling tired and Sensei cut our lesson short, so I arrived 
home earlier than expected. I heard Kathy preparing something in 
the kitchen, and without even saying hello, I hurried to the 
toilet. My stomach was feeling a bit queasy. I wasn't sure if I 
would get sick, but I didn't want to take any chances. The door 
wasn't locked. If it had been, I wouldn't have seen the marvels I 
saw that day.

Nothing could have prepared me for the sight that greeted me when 
I opened the door. Sarah was sitting on the cover of the toilet, 
with her jeans and panties on her ankles and knees spread wide 
apart. She was looking down, busy with her vagina. The fingers of 
one hand was holding the lips of her vagina open, while the other 
hand had something white, cylindrical, which she was trying to 
put inside her.

Thanks to Playboy and several interesting books I was becoming 
familiar with the female anatomy. I had not had any hands on 
experience--so to speak, except working on myself(!) that is--but 
I knew something of the wonders awaiting me. I was also aware of 
the monthlies and some of the female products. After reading 
about the stuff, one day I gathered my courage and asked my 
sister to explain some of the female stuff. Although she teased 
me a little bit, she eventually told me about the birth control 
stuff, and other things like tampons and such. She wanted to be a 
doctor and she had a small collection of text books, which I 
borrowed from her and they came in handy--well, as handy as they 
could be considering the majority of the text wasn't written in 
any understandable terms. So, I knew Sarah was putting in a 
tampon and I realized she must be having her period, although I 
didn't see any blood when my eyes caught sight of the pink inner 
flesh. She had very little hair around her mons and vaginal lips, 
and it was pale blonde, which did little to hide anything from my 
view.

At the sound of the door opening, she looked up, while her hands 
stayed where they were and our eyes met. I was frozen to the 
spot, waiting for a scream that never came. Sarah was frozen in 
the middle of a delicate operation and she didn't even attempt to 
hide her private parts. Our eyes locked to each other's but, 
being a horny sixteen year old, my eyes strayed to her privates 
for a brief moment and I sprang an instant woody. I was wearing 
my sweats and my lump was clearly visible. I started to get red 
in my face when Sarah noticed the bulge. When our eyes met again, 
she blushed and realizing I had forgotten my manners, I quickly 
turned my back and made my way out while mumbling, "Sorry. I 
didn't know the toilet was occupied," closing the door behind me. 
I had forgotten about my queasy stomach.

That must have been the most embarrassing point in my young life 
and Sarah's too, but the most tantalizing experience as well. I 
had butterflies in my stomach until Sarah left, expecting Kathy 
to give me hell for what happened. I must have masturbated two or 
three times before bed time, and a few more times in bed, late at 
night, seeing the image of her flesh that had been burned into my 
brain. After the pictures in Playboy magazines, I had had my 
first peek at a girl. For more than a year, Sarah occupied my 
masturbation fantasies regularly. After that eventful day, I 
evaded her for several weeks, unable to bring myself to be in the 
same room with her or unable to look at her in the eye. How could 
I, knowing I was masturbating to her image? I was sure she would 
know what I was thinking or doing, when she looked at me. I was 
also expecting the axe to fall, especially from Kathy, but when 
nothing happened, I realized Sarah had not shared that incident 
with her. The embarrassment had eventually worn off, but I didn't 
want to spring a woody every time I saw her. Afterwards, we saw 
each other and interacted as we normally did, but we never 
mentioned the incident or strayed anywhere near it. It was as if 
it had never happened.

I had always talked about her as a good looking girl. Even 
yesterday, I thought of her in those terms, mostly because she 
had been pudgy. But, that day, when I saw her half naked, I 
didn't see a pudgy girl. She didn't have thick legs or thighs, 
just ample hips with some baby fat and a bit of a tummy--a sexy 
tummy. I saw a beautiful girl. Since she was beautiful, I 
wondered why she would be interested in me. But, if she was just 
good looking, I could gather my courage to ask her out. The thing 
was, I never gathered my courage, even though I was interested in 
her for quite sometime. After that incident, the embarrassment of 
the situation stopped me from ever entertaining the notion of 
asking her out. Why would she go out with an impolite imbecile, 
who embarrassed her? Eventually, Sarah fell into the background 
noise, as I got ever busier with school, and martial arts, and 
friends of my own.

_Talk about good memories! I hope she has forgotten that little 
incident._

I smiled unconsciously at the memory, still lost in the journey I 
was taking in the past.

"Is there a plan for today, Kathy?"

"I don't know. I rarely get the chance to be lazy. We could go 
out for shopping or something."

"Yeah. We could do that. I need to check out what's new in the 
bookstores."

"I'm not in the mood for that. Please?" she whined.

"And what am I going to do during my vacation?"

"I thought you would be spending time with Dana."

"She's working and..." I found myself saying, before I caught 
myself.

Kathy was back at her game, laughing quietly at how easily she 
had tricked me.

"Come on, Kathy. Can't I relax here, with you?"

"OK, Bro. Cease fire. I'll let you know when it's over," she said 
with a magnanimous tone.

"Thank you. You're very kind, your _Haughtiness_," I replied, my 
tone dripping pure sarcasm.

"I have some new books. Check them out. Otherwise, you can do 
your book shopping on Monday. We can watch TV and relax."

"You also want breakfast served?" I teased her.

"That would be nice, Mitch." She looked up expectantly.

"Why don't you say, 'I want to be pampered'?"

She laughed at that quip. "OK. I want to be _pampered_."

So I was elected chef, once again, preparing breakfast. After 
that I had to do the dishes, something I didn't really like. But, 
Kathy was enjoying the break from her daily routine and I didn't 
have the heart even to ask her to help dry the stuff. She went to 
the bookshelf and selected a few books, bringing them to me, 
saying they were her latest acquisitions. I found a new Ludlum 
book and settled for a read. Kathy went for a shower.

The rest of the day, we spent reading and listening to music. 
When we got tired of all that, we caught a movie or a cartoon on 
the TV. Since she wanted to be pampered, I prepared tea and some 
sandwiches around four o'clock, and served. After tea, I fell 
asleep on the couch. I guess in this relaxed atmosphere, all my 
tiredness was coming out. She woke me up two hours later and we 
got ready for the party at Sarah's.

When I asked about the dress code, Kathy said, casual and sporty, 
thus jeans were OK. I put on jeans and an Oxford shirt. It was 
getting cold at night time, so I opted for a sporty tweed jacket, 
going for semi-formal attire. Kathy was dressed in comfortable, 
dark colored corduroy pants and a matching blouse. Her usually 
dark brown hair was shiny, and she still had lighter tones, 
bleached by sun on her summer vacation. A vest completed the 
look. She had the top few buttons of the blouse open with her 
necklace clearly visible.

_She really likes her gift._

I checked the time. It was too early to go to the party, but 
Kathy said we needed to catch a quick bite at a hamburger joint 
and pick up some flowers. Seeing that I was wondering why we 
would be catching a bite, she told me that there would be snacks 
and appetizers, but she didn't want to drink on an empty stomach. 
I was pleased to see her being careful. I was reluctant to take 
the car, since we both would be drinking, but Kathy convinced me 
that she would have only one or two glasses of wine and would 
drive us back home, plus we were going to go to the florist and 
such.



* * * * *



By eight o'clock, I was driving to Sarah's place with Kathy 
giving me the directions.

"By the way, Bro, the ceasefire is over," she announced, out of 
the blue.

"And why is that, Kathy? Getting frisky?"

She didn't reply, but when I insisted, she sighed and said, "OK, 
I'll be a good sport and give you a little bit of warning. I'm 
hoping you'll be distracted by Sarah. Happy?"

"Thank you. You're most generous," I retorted.

She ignored my remark and switched to something different. "I 
need to know something, Mitch. Do you mind if I warn her that 
you're out of circulation?"

"I can handle it, but it's been a long time and you know her 
better than I do. And you were the one who planned and schemed to 
get me to this party. I think that might be best," I replied, 
good naturedly.

"No problem. I just hope she takes the hint. You don't know this, 
but she's lost that little bit of self-consciousness she had had 
and became a very confident girl. She can get stubborn."

"I'll have to deal with that when the time comes. Thanks for the 
heads up."

As we arrived at Sarah's apartment block, Kathy described me the 
place. Sarah had a one bedroom flat, but it was big for a single 
person. Apart from a large living room and a small dining room, 
her flat had a medium sized kitchen, unlike Kathy's flat where 
the kitchen was part of the living room. When I asked how Sarah 
managed to afford it, Kathy told me, the apartment block was 
older, far from the city center, and priced accordingly.

We took the elevator to Sarah's flat. On the way up, I put on my 
glasses (I used them infrequently, when reading), and checked my 
appearance on the wall mirror. I was planning to surprise Sarah. 
She hadn't seen me for several years, especially with a moustache 
and a beard. With the gray and white streak I had on my temples, 
and the addition of glasses, I looked much older than a mere 25 
something. The whole effect gave an appearance of an early-to-mid 
30s college instructor.

When Kathy saw what I was doing, she chuckled. "You're a _rat_, 
Mitch. That's a nasty trick to pull on a girl you've known for so 
long."

"Hey! I'm the one you were planning to set up for an encounter 
with a bombshell. Don't you forget that!"

She shrugged, but I could see she was amused.

"And you're not going to--" I started.

She cut me off. "No, I won't warn her. This, I have to see," she 
finished with a soft giggle.

When we arrived at the fifth floor, Kathy directed us to Sarah's 
flat and rang the bell. Kathy was standing in front of me to my 
left and she had the flowers. I was standing slightly to her 
right and behind her, with a bottle of Chardonnay (Kathy had 
mentioned both of them preferred white wine). The door opened, 
revealing a very striking young woman. Her hair was very pale 
blonde, almost white and was cut short to frame a beautiful face. 
She had a bit of make-up that accentuated her gray eyes and the 
contrast between her hair color and eyes was dramatic. The dark 
blue sweater was perhaps a size too small, but showed off her 
bust line perfectly, leaving nothing to the imagination. For a 
moment, I wondered if she was wearing any bra, since the material 
was thin enough and I couldn't see any bra straps, and I got a 
glimpse of bumps that looked to be her nipples. The stretch jeans 
and a wide belt completed Sarah's new look, showing off her legs 
and narrow waist.

_This is no pudgy or good looking girl. Mom is right; this is 
definitely a blonde bombshell._

Having been warned, I was prepared for the new Sarah, but I have 
to admit, she was beyond my expectations. However, I took in her 
sight carefully, without showing any reaction. Sarah, on the 
other hand, saw Kathy, before directing her attention to me. I 
formed a quick and shy smile as strangers do when they meet the 
first time. Seeing an older person, she returned her gaze quickly 
back to Kathy, giving her a puzzled look, while saying, "Hi 
Kathy."

Kathy returned Sarah's greeting, then half turned to me, but 
before she could say anything, I politely cut in.

"So, you're Sarah," I said, assuming the tone and style of a 
stranger and Sarah nodded with a polite smile. Returning her 
smile, I added, "I've heard so much about you from Katherine."

The use of Kathy's full name, our apparent age difference and my 
little speech created the image I wanted. Then I dropped the 
bombshell. Even Kathy was unprepared for what I was going to do.

"Please allow me to introduce myself. I'm Katherine's new beau," 
I said, with a dramatic pause.

Sarah's eyes widened, and I heard Kathy's sudden intake at my 
proclamation, but she caught herself in time. I knew Sarah was 
surprised, because she glanced at Kathy's direction, before 
turning her attention back to me.

"Mitchell Tanner. Pleased to meet you," I said without 
hesitation.

For a full two or three seconds, she didn't make the connection, 
and she was going to respond with her own introduction, when my 
name percolated through her surprise, and she exclaimed, 
"Mitchell!!!"

"Yep. The one and only," I quipped, giving her a smile full of 
mischief.

Kathy was grinning from ear to ear, and Sarah realized she had 
been taken for a good ride. She quickly turned on Kathy. "You 
witch. You didn't say anything about how much he had changed, and 
you let him pull that stunt on me? I thought you were my friend."

Then turning to me, she said, "I should be angry with you. I 
would never have expected something like that. Not from that shy 
and polite boy I used to know. My, but you've changed."

Taking my glasses off and putting them in my jacket pocket, I 
gave her an appraising look, and said, "You haven't changed, 
Sarah. You're as beautiful as ever."

Her eyes glittered at the compliment and she moved in for a hug 
and a kiss. Stepping back, she gave another appraising look. With 
a grin, she asked, "Since I can't get angry with you, I think 
I'll take it out on your sister. Do you mind?"

"Be my guest." I grinned back.

Turning back to Kathy, she said, "Your new beau, eh? Your old 
beau is coming later tonight. I'll let him know he's been 
replaced."

Kathy perked up at that little bit of news and I cut into the 
conversation. "Kathy, are you seeing others besides me? You've 
got some explaining to do," with a serious tone.

"Get in the queue, Mitchell. She's mine first. When I'm finished 
with her, you'll get the remains," Sarah retorted, laughing.

I expected Kathy to fight back, but she seemed preoccupied with 
the news of her boyfriend. When she looked up, I gave her a 
knowing snicker, but she returned it with an unabashed smile and 
shrugged her shoulders. She knew what I was thinking. Her 
boyfriend would keep her occupied, and distracted, and I wouldn't 
have to watch my back all the time.

Sarah grabbed Kathy by the arm and invited us in. She took the 
wine bottle and the flowers, and directed us to the living room, 
where she made the introductions to several of her friends. I 
knew some of the faces, so we exchanged quick greetings, and I 
could see some raised eyebrows, surprised at my older look. I 
noticed Sarah was pulling Kathy to the kitchen, and I was pretty 
sure Kathy was going to get a bit of heat for her part in the 
stunt I pulled, or she was going to wear Kathy's ear off with 
questions about me. Either way, Kathy was in for some heavy 
weather. I smiled internally at the thought. She deserved it, 
what with paybacks and all that. I chatted for a few minutes, 
before somebody mentioned there was some food and drinks in the 
dining room. Excusing myself, I went to the dining room.

Sarah had set up a small buffet on one table, with some snacks, 
starters and bowls of salad, and various alcoholic and non-
alcoholic drinks. I got myself a glass of wine, then headed to 
the kitchen, wondering if Kathy was still alive. I had given 
enough time to them to let them talk over whatever private stuff 
they might want to talk about. It was time to see what was going 
on. When I entered the kitchen the two were laughing over 
something. Sarah asked me to open the Chardonnay we brought and I 
filled two glasses for the girls and distributed the drinks.

Now that Sarah was finished with Kathy, she turned her attention 
to me. With a mischievous smile, she said, "Your sister told me 
you were busy. I didn't know clowns had so much work."

"Well, Sarah, it's like this: not only do we work the circus, but 
we also do house calls and parties. So, yeah. There's a lot of 
work to go around. The unfortunate part is we don't get 
recognized as other entertainers. I heard there was a new singer 
coming tonight for a private preview and the tickets were hard to 
get. I had to beg Kathy to find some tickets for tonight's show," 
I returned.

"Really?" she responded, getting my drift, but she didn't know I 
was setting her up again.

"Really. According to the critics, she's got the looks, but... 
her voice leaves a lot to be desired. But we both know looks are 
everything in the entertainment business, right?" I said.

She stared at me with her mouth open, astounded at my outrageous 
description of her and how I managed to pull it off without 
blinking an eye. I raised my glass, then took a sip from my wine, 
enjoying myself immensely.

Collecting herself, she came back with, "Yeah, I heard the same. 
I know her pretty well."

Moving in closer, she brushed her hand over my arm, then leaned 
closer and said, "If you're interested, I can arrange a private 
audition with her. You might like her. She's much nicer up close 
and personal."

Taking a sip from her wine, she gave me a flirty look, her eyes 
filled with mischief.

"Well... I would love to, but I'm not sure my girlfriend would 
understand."

"Ahh, that's a pity, Mitch. I heard that she's a fun girl and her 
auditions are always full of fun. You would be missing a great 
opportunity. But, if your girl friend isn't open minded, she 
might have a different view."

She was still smiling and flirty, but there was definitely a 
promise of serious adult fun in her delivery. I smiled back, but 
my eyes were questioning. She gave a small nod followed with a 
quick squeeze on my arm, confirming my suspicions, before taking 
her hand off my arm.

Disengaging from me, she said, "I better check on the guests."

I was surprised by Sarah's actions and realized she was serious 
about her invitation.

"What are you doing, Mitchell?" Kathy asked.

"Huh?"

"Are you trying to get into her pants?" she insisted.

"Come on, Kathy. You've heard the exchange. I was just joking and 
she managed to turn it into an invitation, if I didn't 
misunderstand her. Didn't you tell her I was out of the 
circulation?"

"I did, but she said you were old enough to make your own 
decisions. I don't know what got into her. You didn't help 
either. Didn't you realize what you were doing?"

"What was I doing?"

"You were being charming."

"Kathy, stop and listen to what you're saying. I just made a few 
quips and I was having fun, joking with her. What did you expect 
me to do? Stand here like a shy fifteen year old boy and act 
tongue tied and clumsy?"

At that, Kathy chuckled and gave me an embarrassed smile. "Sorry, 
Bro. You're right. For a moment, I got worried about what might 
happen to Sarah or to your relation with Dana. I have to warn you 
though. I don't know why, but she's set her eyes on you and she's 
horny."

"Horny?"

"Oh, yes. I know her pretty well. I know how she gets and acts. 
You think she's flirty, but I saw her nostrils flare and the 
slight flush on her skin, as she was flirting with you. Haven't 
you seen how wide her eyes were?"

When I didn't comment, Kathy laughed. "Don't tell me you didn't 
notice her tits. She's not wearing a bra and her nipples were 
hard."

"Jeeez, Kathy! I'm not a virgin boy! I don't have to resort to a 
strip search to see if I could score with a woman, when I want to 
score," I replied, irritated with the way she was talking to me.

I didn't understand why Kathy was acting the way she was. 
Patronizing, and almost jealous and bitchy. First, she accused me 
of being charming and now, she was treating me as if I was a 
virgin teenager. She never talked about girls the way she did. 
Why would she talk about Sarah, her best friend, like that? I 
took a careful look at her, trying to understand what was wrong 
with her.

_Oh, man! Sarah was horny? Forget about Sarah. Kathy was on 
fire._

I thought about what she said and how she said it. She was 
frustrated. Her boyfriend was coming and I guess she missed him. 
I wondered if my presence in her house was cramping her love 
life. Perhaps, she didn't feel comfortable having her boyfriend 
at her place when I was there.

"Kathy, I could spend the night in a hotel," I said, gently.

"What?"

"Sis, I don't want to cramp your life."

This time, she got what I was trying to tell her and she colored 
slightly. Composing herself, she asked, "Was I being bitchy?"

"Something like that," I replied, smiling. "You live a busy and 
stressful life, Kathy, and you told me you love him. You need to 
relax, as anybody else. It's no big deal for me to get a room in 
a hotel."

She gave a soft sigh, then said, "You don't have to do that, 
Bro."

"Kathy, I'm not only thinking of you. I'm trying to protect 
myself," I replied, with a teasing tone.

That got me a laugh, as I intended. She said, "The night is still 
young. We'll see how it goes. I didn't know Mark was coming. If 
he didn't mention it to me, usually it means he might not make 
it. I just didn't realize I missed him. But, I missed you too."

"Well, thanks, but I don't think I can relax you like he does. 
Come on, let's see what Sarah is up to," I said.

We made our way back to the living room. A few more people 
arrived while we were talking together. There were one or two of 
the sharks, and at first, they didn't recognize me, for which I 
was glad. Unfortunately my relief was short lived, as they 
eventually worked out who I was. As the siege got underway, I 
made a quick escape to the dining room with the excuse to get a 
re-fill. Kathy realized what I was doing, but she was caught up 
in a conversation and was unable to come to my aid.

I filled up my glass and was busy filling up a small plate with 
snacks. Out of the corner of my eyes, I saw the two girls 
converge on me. Although they couldn't really engage me in a 
conversation, while I was attempting to eat, they would stick to 
me like flies. I tried to work out my options, but my thoughts 
were interrupted by a cheerful, "There you are!"

When I turned around, I saw Sarah coming our way.

"I need your help with something in the kitchen, Mitchell," she 
said.

Before the two other girls could say something, I said, "At your 
service, Sarah." With my plate and glass in my hands, I walked to 
her, giving a curt nod and a polite greeting to the two sharks, 
as I passed them.

I followed Sarah to the kitchen. She put her glass on the small 
table and taking my glass and plate from my hands, put them next 
to her glass. Pointing me to the shelf with various packages of 
tea and coffee, she asked me to get the coffee. It was pretty 
high for her to reach easily, even though she was quite tall at 
5'8", but to my 5'11" she was shorter. I didn't understand why 
she didn't step on a chair to get it herself, however she had 
saved me from the two sharks, so I was glad to help her with the 
simple task.

When I gave her the package, she asked me to take a seat. I 
pulled one of the chairs and sat by the side of the table, 
watching her prepare coffee. Once the percolator was running, she 
came to me and, without hesitation, sat on my lap, sideways, with 
her back to the table, taking me by surprise. After settling her 
butt comfortably and giving me the beginnings of a hard-on with 
her efforts, she turned to face me.

Putting her hands around my neck, she said, "Tonight, I'm your 
escort, or rather, your protection."

"Protection from what, Sarah?" I asked with a small laugh.

"Kathy said you called them sharks," she replied with an amused 
smile.

"Oh! So, she put you up to the task?"

"I volunteered. After all, you're my best friend's brother," she 
replied, flirting.

Moving closer, she brushed her cheek against mine. I felt her 
soft breath washing over my neck. She gave a wet lick with her 
tongue and nipped my earlobe, making me shiver.

"And, who is going to protect me from you?" I teased.

She pressed her tits against my chest and moved her hips, her 
butt stimulating my semi-hard cock. I knew she could feel my 
hardness.

"Mmmm... This feels nice. You know, you owe me," She said.

"Owe you? For protecting me or taking advantage of me?" I replied 
with an amused tone.

"I won't take advantage of you and the protection is free," she 
replied throatily.

"So, what do I owe you? I should charge you for parking," I 
retorted.

Pulling back, she gave me a look filled with mirth. When she had 
my attention, she said, "I showed you mine, but I never got to 
see yours."

She moved her ass, rubbing my hard-on to make her point.

_Damn!!! She remembers that incident. After all these years..._

Seeing the realization on my face, she nodded her head. "Do you 
think that's fair?" she asked, flirting.

"I was hoping you would have forgotten that accidental encounter. 
You know, it was an accident."

"I know. I also knew I gave you an eyeful. Tell me Mitchell, why 
did you hide away, for several weeks, after that incident?"

"I liked you, and I always thought you were beautiful. I was 
embarrassed and I couldn't bring myself to look at you. I didn't 
want to spring a woody every time I looked at you, because I 
remembered what I had seen. That can be pretty embarrassing for a 
shy sixteen year old."

"I guess. So, how many times did you have to masturbate?" she 
asked with a knowing grin.

"You don't want to know," I replied, laughing.

"That many, eh?" she said with a snicker. "Well, I don't know how 
many times I masturbated that night, but I remember I rubbed my 
little button raw. You had the lead role in my fantasies for more 
than a year."

"You weren't embarrassed?"

"I was, when it happened, but I also caught sight of your lump. I 
was a horny little thing. Girls mature earlier. I liked you very 
much, and I fantasized a lot. As shy as you were, I was self-
conscious about my looks. I hoped you would ask me out one day, 
but it never happened and I thought maybe you didn't think I was 
pretty, so I never tried."

"Sarah, I was really shy at the time. I always thought you were 
beautiful. I even tried to convince myself you were just good 
looking, trying to label you as pudgy. It worked for a while, but 
I knew you were beautiful. I just couldn't get my courage up to 
ask you out."

"I was _pudgy_. Did you really think I was beautiful?"

"Yes I did. And when I saw you half naked that day, I knew I was 
looking at a beautiful girl. You had a bit of a tummy, but I 
thought it made you look sexy. You had some baby fat, but that 
didn't take anything from your beauty. I always enjoyed your 
company and you know I didn't date any girls."

She smiled fondly at my reply, then said, "Kathy told me you're 
out of circulation. It must be a recent thing, since she hadn't 
said anything when I had asked about you."

"Yes, it's recent."

"Look, Mitch. I'm not going to try anything. Not after learning 
you're involved with somebody. I hope you trust me when I say I 
wouldn't come between you and your girl friend. We've known each 
other for many years, and I'm still your sister's best friend. If 
I did something like that, Kathy would have my hide. We're too 
good friends for something like that. OK?" she said with a 
serious tone.

"I hear a 'but' coming," I said, softly.

She smiled. "But, I was hoping for an opportunity to live out my 
teenage fantasy. I liked you as a teenager and lusted after you. 
I still lust after you, but that's got nothing to do with love. I 
was wondering if you'd like to live out an experience with the 
object of your teenage masturbation fantasies."

Giving me an embarrassed look, she continued, "I... I don't do 
this kind of thing, Mitch. I don't try to steal another woman's 
man. It's just... we've been friends for a long time, and I hope 
you don't take my proposition the wrong way."

When I nodded my understanding, she continued, "I don't want your 
answer now, Mitch. I'm enjoying flirting with you very much and I 
get the feeling you enjoy it as well. Why don't we continue? At 
the end of the night, if you want to, you can spend the night 
here. No strings attached. We're both adults and know there's 
nothing wrong with some recreational fun. That's all I'm asking. 
I'm not looking for love or commitment. Just some fun time." The 
look in her eyes was without any disguise and I could see she was 
horny. Her lust was palpable, coming in waves. She gave me a 
kiss--passionate, lustful, much different then what I had with 
Dana.

She was really having an effect on me and I wanted her. I wasn't 
sure if I would be cheating on Dana, and was feeling a bit of 
guilt for wanting Sarah. Her talk about our teenage years 
reminded me all the fantasies I had had about her when I was 
young. I had lusted after her for a long time, but I had never 
given an inkling of what I thought to her. Her offer was very 
attractive and I found it difficult to put it aside without due 
consideration. I guess my childhood attraction had been pretty 
strong. I suspected she mentioned the past on purpose, which made 
sense, considering we both confessed to teenage lust. Also, I had 
been too long without female company. I didn't have much female 
company in the last several years. I hadn't felt like getting 
physical with any woman, after I had my heart broken--after 
_her_. The few occasions wouldn't have happened, if I hadn't been 
feeling lonely, horny, and the girls hadn't been interested as 
well. Even then, I hadn't gone to bed with just anybody. After 
her, 'just-sex' wasn't something that appealed. I had too much 
emptiness. Dana had been right when we talked about my past, and 
how she determined the true nature of what I called casual sex. 
The few times I had tried purely physical relations had been more 
than enough to convince me. I needed and wanted some kind of 
emotional connection with the physical side. 'Just-sex' reminded 
me of the emptiness more than the times I went without any sex.

I decided to give it a bit of time and see what would develop. I 
wanted to think about my relationship with Dana. If I took Sarah 
up on her offer, would I be cheating on Dana? At the back of my 
mind, however, I knew if I was thinking about cheating or not 
cheating, I had already made up my mind. I was just trying to 
find a way to take Sarah up on her offer and not feel guilty 
about doing it.

Getting off my lap, she stood up and pulled me to my feet. "Come 
on, let's join the others."

Giving me a lustful look, she added, "I'll keep you safe."

"Riiightt," I retorted with a snort.

While she was picking our glasses, I discreetly arranged my hard-
on, but she caught me and licked her lips lasciviously. To take 
my mind off the effect she was having on me I took a bite from my 
plate, but decided I wasn't hungry, and left the plate on the 
table. Giving me my glass, she hooked her arm in mine and I let 
her steer us to the living room. She directed us to a love seat 
and after I sat down, she sat on my lap, as she had done in the 
kitchen.

"This is just to mark my territory, so they leave you alone, but 
we have to put on a good show," she said, before locking her lips 
to mine.

We shared a hot and wet kiss, with lots of tongue action. After 
she checked out my tonsils, we broke the kiss. Moving her ass, 
she felt my hardness. "Mmmm. I think I better keep it warm. I may 
not get another chance. Do you mind?" she asked.

"It's hard to mind, Sarah."

"I can feel how hard it is," she replied, with a teasing smile.

I caught Kathy watching us and she gave me a quizzical look. When 
I gave her a small shrug, Sarah felt it and asked, "Kathy?"

"Yep. Sarah, is her boyfriend coming?"

"Yes. I got a call about two hours ago. He was calling from a gas 
station and was on the way here. Why?"

"Kathy said she didn't know he would be coming and she's still 
not sure if he'll show up. I think she missed him a lot and is a 
bit frustrated. I don't want her to get annoyed with you, because 
you're flirting with her brother. You two are too good friends 
for something like that."

"Oh! I didn't tell her that he was on the way. I wanted to see 
her squirm after that little stunt she let you pull. I'd better 
get her calmed down. Don't go anywhere," she said, before getting 
off my lap to talk with Kathy.

I turned my attention to the other guests, my eyes sweeping the 
room. To my disconcert I saw the mousy brunette--Lizzie or 
something--the most brazen of the sharks, eyeing me. As soon as 
we made eye contact, she smiled and started in my direction. I 
was pretty sure she had seen the show Sarah and I had put on, and 
I suspected she was going to ignore it. I wondered how far she 
would go in her attempts. I was hoping she wouldn't risk 
offending Sarah.

"Hi, Mitchell. How are you?"

"Fine. How are you?" I replied politely.

"I'm fine," she replied and made a move to sit on my lap, as if 
it was an everyday occurrence. I told you she was brazen.

"Sorry, that seat is reserved and I know she would mind if 
somebody else used it," I said quickly.

That stopped her on her tracks, but she wasn't going to give it 
up so easily.

"Oh! I didn't know you were involved with somebody. Who's the 
lucky girl?" she asked, as if she hadn't seen the show we put on 
a few minutes ago.

I didn't care for her brazen ways. Although I was polite with 
people, this time I felt like teaching her a lesson. So I called 
her theatrics.

"We've never known each other well enough for you to get intimate 
with me or sit on my lap. I don't know what gave you the idea. 
Unless, you saw the owner vacate that very spot."

She colored slightly at that, before coming back with, "You mean, 
Sarah? I know you were childhood friends, so I didn't give it a 
second thought."

I decided to let her off the hook, before it got nasty. I had 
exacted a little measure of satisfaction, after all.

"Yes, among other things, we've been childhood friends as well," 
I replied with an even tone.

"So, how long has it been?" she asked.

She just didn't know when to quit.

"Is that pertinent... to something?" I asked, pointedly.

"I was just making conversation. Sarah is a good friend, but she 
didn't mention anything."

She was implying a close friendship with Sarah, but we both knew 
they were not close friends, not like Kathy. I also suspected she 
was questioning if I was really involved with Sarah. I haven't 
exactly lied, carefully evading the question, while nudging her 
to draw the wrong conclusion, so I was a bit pissed off at what 
she was implying, almost calling me a liar. I tried to calm 
myself, before responding to her.

"Well, I know Kathy is a very close friend of Sarah, but I didn't 
hear any other names mentioned," I replied, offering her an exit, 
while returning the favor--implying she lied about the degree of 
her friendship.

"Maybe she forgot to mention," she came back, her eyes flashing 
with irritation.

 From the way she said it, I knew she was going to get nasty 
instead of making her exit. She started with, "I'm pretty sure, 
she wouldn't mind if--" while making a move to sit on my lap.

I quickly stood up and cut off her tirade. "Contrary to what you 
might think, I can't allow myself to be the cause of something 
that will end your close friendship with Sarah."

She knew she had lost the round, but she was a spiteful bitch. "I 
didn't figure you for a wimp. Are you that much pussy whipped?"

I wasn't going to reply to her, because I didn't know if she 
would make a scene; a slap or throwing her drink. But, she had 
crossed the line, with her verbal abuse. A quick glance revealed 
her glass was almost empty, so I decided to take the risk.

"Oh, I never said I wasn't a wimp. I gather you don't like wimps. 
What can I say, my loss," I said, giving her a shrug. She wasn't 
expecting that response and I caught her unaware, as I hoped I 
would--setting her up for my parting shot.

As I turned to make my exit, I delivered my parting shot. "Now, 
if you'll excuse me, I'd like to get pussy whipped, by a _real_ 
woman."

And, with that, I quickly walked away, before she could react. My 
plan worked like a charm. As I walked away, I could feel her eyes 
trying to bore holes on my back. I headed for the dining room, 
but saw Kathy and Sarah standing at the kitchen door, smiling, so 
changing my direction, I went to them. From their looks they had 
seen what happened and they wanted to hear the details.

"What did you say to Lizzie, Bro? If looks could kill, I would be 
attending your funeral right now."

"She was getting brazen, so I put her down. That's all."

Addressing Sarah, I teased, "I thought you promised protection."

"From the looks of it, you're doing just fine, Mitch," she 
laughed.

"Easy for you to say. I was sweating bullets there," I joked, but 
I was still apprehensive, because I didn't know if Lizzie would 
let it go. Some women could get vicious.

Seeing me concerned, Sarah put me at ease. "Don't worry, Mitch. 
Lizzie can be brazen and nasty, but she wouldn't create a scene 
that would tarnish her image. She doesn't like being gossip 
fodder."

Moving in, she plastered herself to my body. "Besides, I'll keep 
you company. I enjoyed my seat."

I stole a look at Kathy to see how she was taking the 
developments, but she didn't seem to be bothered by Sarah's 
attentions or my reaction to her. I guessed Sarah must have 
calmed her down.

We heard the door bell ring. "Kathy, can you get the door?" Sarah 
asked.

When Kathy left us, she disengaged and hooked her arm in mine. 
She took us back to the living room.

"I think that's Mark, Kathy's boyfriend," she said with a 
conspiratorial tone.

She steered us to a spot with a view of the hall and the door, 
where we could see who had arrived. I saw Kathy wrapped in the 
arms of a tall guy with dark brown hair, sharing a long, hot 
kiss. Kathy was hanging on his neck, her body plastered to his, 
writhing in his arms. They surfaced from the kiss panting, but 
too worked up to quit. As I expected, they went at it again, but 
this time with soft, tender, short kisses, trying to cool off.

"They look hot, don't you think?" Sarah said.

When I looked at her, I could see she was worked up by the scene. 
Just like Kathy had described, her nostrils were flaring with 
each breath, her face was flushed, and her nipples were prominent 
under the thin sweater. Seeing me giving her an appraising look, 
she said, "I told you I was a horny thing and I haven't changed 
much."

"If they've got you this much worked up..."

"Your sister is a hot woman, too, don't you think?" she responded 
with a lecherous grin.

"Thank you for the reminder, Sarah," I retorted, feeling 
uncomfortable. "I could have done without it. I know she's a 
woman and she's beautiful. But, I rather don't think about 
something like that. Especially how hot my sister is. I'm still 
her brother."

She laughed at my discomfort. "You know, the two of you are 
unusual siblings. You're very close, without being possessive. 
She's lucky to have a brother like you."

"Well, she might be, but I'm not sure I would say the same thing 
about her," I replied with a snort.

"She drives you up the walls, doesn't she?"

"That, she does. So, tell me. What's her guy like?"

"Being brotherly?" she asked with a laugh.

When I nodded, she said, "I think you'll like him. He's quiet, 
has a good sense of humor, and he's crazy about Kathy. Well, both 
of them are crazy about each other. I'm surprised they haven't 
gotten married, yet. By the way, don't be surprised to see a 
different Kathy."

"What do you mean?"

"Oh, you'll see. She's different when Mark's around. She becomes 
a little kitten."

"Really? So she's saving her claws for me? Now, I'm jealous!"

"Don't be. Kathy drives him up the walls, too, just not so 
frequently. You know she has a sharp mind. Mark's no slouch 
either and he's patient. They're a pair, I tell you."

"Thank you, Sarah," I responded with a soft but genuine tone of 
gratitude.

"For what?" she asked, perhaps a bit surprised at my tone.

"For telling me all that. You're her best friend, and know her 
well. I haven't been around lately, and I never nosed into her 
life. But, I worry about her happiness."

"Ah, Mitch. I love her like a sister. She's happy. They're happy. 
Don't worry about her. Come, they're finished getting 
acquainted."

Putting his arm around Kathy's shoulder, Mark guided them into 
the living room, while Sarah steered us to them. Kathy made the 
introductions. He was slightly taller than me, about an inch or 
so, with a good build and wide shoulders. He had a firm hand 
shake, a friendly smile, and a calm, confident countenance. Even 
though some first encounters would feel awkward, especially when 
they involved boyfriends or girlfriends of siblings, I warmed to 
him immediately. He was older than me, but I looked older than 
him and Kathy made a few quips about how hard she had been on me, 
causing premature aging. Then, she asked him if he was still 
willing to take the risk and marry her, knowing what might happen 
to him. He smoothly replied, he had no problems about aging, as 
long as she was willing to join him until they both got wrinkles, 
then he burned her with a soft kiss. He seemed to be the genuine 
article, and I found myself liking the guy more and more, by the 
way he treated Kathy, and how Kathy responded to him. I also knew 
Kathy didn't give her heart easily, and I was confident that I 
could like any man who passed her muster.

"Get a room, guys," Sarah quipped.

Kathy came back with, "Thank you, Sarah. You're such a good 
friend. Where's your bedroom?" making everybody laugh.

Sarah was right, Kathy was acting different. Mark and I went to 
pick up drinks for the girls, getting acquainted with each other, 
then we mingled. Sarah made her rounds among the guests but she 
kept her forays short, trying to keep me company as much as 
possible. The party was going strong, small groups forming and 
breaking, but there was an air of expectancy among the guests--
Sarah's recital. She must have felt it also, because when she 
joined Kathy, Mark and me, she said, "I think it's time to liven 
up this party."

"OK. We'll get things going while you get your guitar," Kathy 
offered.

While Sarah went to pick up her guitar, Kathy recruited our help 
in informing the guests that the recital would be starting 
shortly.



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CHAPTER - 14: Fair Play



Sarah came back with her guitar and pulled up a chair, facing the 
guests. I moved to a spot facing her and sat on the floor, 
crossing my legs. One by one, the guests found seats, some on the 
carpeted floor like me, and some on the chairs and couches. Mark 
was on a couch, with Kathy on his lap cuddling with him. She had 
her arm around his neck, her head resting on his shoulder. She 
really looked like a little cat; her 5'7" frame a warm and loving 
bundle in Mark's protective embrace. He was gently caressing her 
back as they exchanged loving looks, lost in their own world. It 
was apparent that both of them had missed each other and both 
looked happy and content.

_Good for you, Sis._

After tuning the strings, Sarah was ready. She gave a small smile 
to me and started singing. Man, was she good! I had forgotten how 
pure her voice was. I wasn't the only one feeling like that. For 
half an hour, she enthralled everybody with the clarity of her 
voice and her handling of the guitar, before taking a short 
break. Even though the guests were all friends and acquaintances, 
the applause and cheering were genuine. Once again, I couldn't 
help but wonder why she never turned professional. During the 
break, I asked her about it.

"I owe your sister big time, Mitch. My parents tried to tell me, 
but I wouldn't listen. Kathy, however, convinced me to continue 
my studies. I was too young. If I had turned professional at the 
time, I would have botched it up. Now, I really enjoy med school 
and I want to finish it first. After that I might reconsider, 
maybe as a part-time thing. I really want to be a doctor. Music 
is fun, but I'm not sure if it would continue to be fun if I 
turned professional," she said.

After the break, she did the last part of her recital. The songs 
were a collection of various genres: ballads, country, pop, rock-
-from various singers and bands like Joan Baez, Anne Murray, John 
Denver, Kenny Rogers, Randy Crawford, Neil Young, Leonard Cohen, 
Scorpions, and many others.

While Sarah was singing _Almaz_, an old song from Randy Crawford, 
I noticed she was keeping her eyes on Mark and Kathy. She had a 
look of adoration in her eyes. Curious, I turned to see what was 
going on. I saw Mark brushing tears from Kathy's eyes, and kiss 
her forehead and top of her head a few times. For a moment I 
wondered what was wrong, before I realized Kathy was just being 
emotional. When the song was ending, Kathy raised her head and 
they shared a long, sensual kiss.

After Kathy, it was my turn, but I didn't know it. Towards the 
end of her recital, Sarah sang _Lady in Red_, the only Chris de 
Burgh song in her repertoire. I was lost in her voice, feeling 
very relaxed. When she started singing that piece, I couldn't 
resist the pull of the memories and instead of fighting them, I 
let them take me on a short journey. It wasn't an uneasy 
experience, as it had been a year ago with Pops at the rig. This 
time, it was a remembrance of happier moments. But, melancholy 
and longing were still mixed with it.

Sarah sang a couple more songs before ending her recital, and I 
went to the dining room in search of something strong. I had 
enjoyed the recital, but I wanted to get a bit of a buzz. 
Locating a bottle of vodka, I filled up a glass mixing it with 
orange juice. Then I went to the kitchen to get some ice. Sarah 
found me in the kitchen busy filling the empty ice maker. I 
returned the ice maker to the freezer and stirred the ice cubes 
in my glass before taking a sip. It was strong, but that was what 
I needed after the short trip down memory lane.

"You know, I forgot to ask what your favorite song was, before 
the recital," she said.

When my eyes returned to her face from the glass of vodka, I saw 
her eyes were searching my face.

"Sarah, it was great. I enjoyed your selection. But more than 
that, I enjoyed your singing."

"Why were you--" she stopped, as if changing her mind at the last 
minute, and switched to something else. "You saw Kathy and Mark, 
when I was singing _Almaz_?"

She had a quizzical look in her eyes and I wondered what she was 
planning to ask. "Sarah, what was it you wanted to know?"

"Nothing," she replied, quickly. "You saw Kathy and Mark..."

"Yeah, I saw them." I was still wondering what was running in her 
mind, what she had been planning to ask. "Sarah, I can see you 
have something in your mind, and I got the feeling you wanted to 
ask something. Are we not friends?"

With a resigned sigh, she said, "It's... I just thought you 
reacted to one of the songs, but I wasn't sure if you liked it or 
hated it."

"I told you I loved your selection, Sarah," I replied, with a 
reassuring smile.

"I didn't want to pry," she said. Her voice was soft, but colored 
with something I couldn't identify. She reached and caressed my 
cheek, making me close my eyes, and give in to her gentle touch. 
I opened my eyes, and took hold of her hand, kissing her palm, 
getting a fond smile.

"Was it their song?" I asked.

"Kathy's favorite, but Mark loves it also. Sometimes, your sister 
can get pretty emotional," she answered with an emotional timber 
in her voice.

"Yeah, I noticed. Mark seems to take good care of her."

Her face lit up with joy, and she said, "Yes, he does." It was 
easy to see she was happy for Kathy, reminding me how close they 
were. Moving in, she pulled me for a kiss, rubbing her body to 
mine. "Mitch, may I..." she started, but collecting herself she 
stopped herself before asking what she wanted to ask.

I raised an eyebrow, questioning.

She hesitantly asked, "May I take care of you, tonight?"

She was having an effect on me, and I had not forgotten her 
earlier remarks. I still remembered how I had lusted after her 
when I was young. Grown up, she was really something. I was 
starting something (perhaps a relationship) with Dana, and I 
loved her, but I found myself lusting after Sarah. I was hungry 
for the physical contact as much as love. What's more, I didn't 
want to be bothered by the past. Not tonight. I wanted to free 
myself from the melancholy that I felt a while ago. I examined my 
feelings. I wanted Sarah. It was going to be casual. No different 
than other times with other girls, although I had known Sarah 
much longer. But Dana bothered me. I wasn't in a committed 
relationship with her, yet, but we were planning to get to know 
each other. Was it wrong to have some fun with Sarah? Was it 
cheating?

Sarah broke in to my thoughts. "You know, Kathy wants to take 
Mark to her place. Mark could take her to a hotel, but Kathy 
doesn't care for hotel rooms."

"So, you're suggesting, I should spend the night here? To help 
them out?" I asked, with a chuckle.

"What a swell idea," Sarah responded with a smile, but it was a 
measured smile, as if she was scared of going too far.

"You're _wicked_, you know that," I said, with a smile.

"I'm not wicked. I'm practical and horny. And I'm trying to help 
out," she responded. I could feel her lust, and she was trying to 
keep herself under control.

"You mean, help yourself?" I laughed, trying to put her at ease.

Seeing me laugh, she relaxed considerably, and retorted, "Well, 
it's not only me. I'm helping out you, Kathy and Mark as well."

Working her hand down to my crotch, rubbing my cock, she pulled 
me down for a kiss. I found myself responding to her attentions, 
kissing her back and rubbing my free hand on her side, massaging 
the outer swell of her tit. I was hard under her expert 
ministrations, and made up my mind. I liked her and lusted after 
her as a teenage boy. I was curious how she looked under her 
clothes. I wanted to know how her body would feel under mine. As 
she had said, here was a chance to live out a teenage fantasy.

When the kiss was over, I said, "You know, I'm a great believer 
in fair play."

When she heard that, her nostrils flared, and for a moment I 
thought she was going to have a go at me right there in the 
kitchen. She was steaming. She took a few deep breaths, trying to 
calm herself, then gave me a short kiss, her hand still busy 
rubbing my cock, over my jeans. Pulling back, she took my glass 
and put it aside.

"I don't want you drunk, Mitch. I never thought I would get the 
chance to live out my fantasies, and I don't want to miss out. Do 
you mind?"

Pulling her in, I pressed her body to my chest, trying to feel 
her tits. "I wouldn't miss it for the world, Sarah. I've lusted 
after you for a long time, too."

"Good. I hope I can hold out until the party is over."

"You waited longer than that Sarah. How difficult will it be to 
wait a few hours?"

"Very difficult, Mitch. It's always remained a fantasy. Now, it's 
a reality. God, I need to change. My panties are soaked," she 
replied, her breathing getting heavy.

"Do you need a hand?" I teased her mercilessly.

"In fact I do. I need to put in a tampon to keep my panties dry. 
You can help me with that. After all, you've seen how it's done," 
she retorted with a snort.

"You sure it's only a tampon you have in mind?"

"Yes, I'm sure. I want to save the other for later. It will be 
difficult but worth the wait."

Putting my arm around her waist, I said, "OK, lead the way."

"Lead the way?" she asked confused.

"Well, I don't want you to soak your panties."

"You serious?" she asked, surprised I would go ahead with what 
started as a teasing quip.

"Sure, Sarah. We can even use the bathroom to enact the whole 
episode. Do you really need to change your panties?"

"Oh, my God! I didn't, but now, I need to," she said, giggling 
like a school girl.

"We better use your bedroom. It will be more comfortable and 
private."

She led us through the living room to the short hallway. Her room 
was at the end of the corridor and there was a bathroom halfway. 
Before we passed the bathroom, the door opened and Kathy emerged. 
Seeing us headed in the direction of the bedroom, she gave a 
questioning look.

"I need to give a hand to Sarah with something. We'll catch you 
in a few minutes," I replied.

She almost bought my explanation, that is, until she caught sight 
of Sarah. Well, Kathy knew Sarah too well not to notice Sarah was 
on fire and we were up to something, and she didn't need a 
crystal ball to guess what that something might be. She raised 
her eyebrow, questioning, but I shook my head 'no, it's not what 
you think' manner.

I didn't think she bought it, but she replied, "OK, I'll see you 
later."

I caught her exchanging a brief look with Sarah, before she 
turned and headed for the living room. When we were inside 
Sarah's bedroom, she closed and locked the door.

"What was that, Sarah?" I asked.

"What was what?"

"The brief exchange between you and Kathy."

"It's nothing, Mitch."

"Come on, Sarah."

With resigned sigh, she moved in to caress my cheek, and put me 
at ease. Then she said, "Your sister loves both of us and she's 
trying to protect us. When I was talking with her, I told her 
about my teenage lust for you. She was concerned that I would get 
hurt, or that your current relationship might be affected. Mitch, 
I know you don't like it if Kathy interferes with your private 
life, but this isn't really interference. Please don't get angry 
with her, OK? She's a dear girl and she can't help herself 
sometimes. And you know she loves you very much. I don't have any 
siblings, but Kathy had been better than a sister. You know 
sisters are allowed a bit of latitude."

"She has lots of latitude," I replied, with a resigned sigh.

"Yes, you've given her lots of latitude, but she tries hard not 
to take advantage of that."

I nodded. Then something else occurred to my mind. "I'm not going 
to be the subject of your girl-to-girl talks, am I?" I asked.

"I'm generous with my grades, don't worry!" she teased.

"I wonder why that doesn't reduce my performance anxiety," I 
retorted.

"You think too much, Mitch. We'll have a great time. We lusted 
after each other too long. I don't think either of us is going to 
have any performance anxiety," she replied and pulled me in for a 
kiss.

Disengaging, she went to her wardrobe and got a clean panty and a 
small towel from a drawer. Rummaging in her dresser drawer, she 
took a tampon, then spread the small towel on the edge of the 
bed.

"It will be easier to put the tampon in if I lay down. I'm 
soaking wet and I don't want to leak on the comforter."

I moved her close to the edge of the bed, and took off her belt. 
Then I started undoing the buttons on her jeans. I could feel her 
excitement. Her breath was coming fast, in short gasps, heavy 
with arousal. After unbuttoning the last button, I knelt in front 
of her and asked her to hold onto my shoulders for support, 
before gently grabbing her ankles to remove her shoes one by one. 
She had shapely feet, with dainty toes. Taking hold of the 
waistband of her jeans, I pulled them down, as slowly as 
possible, teasing us both. I could smell her womanly scent. When 
the jeans cleared the crotch of her panties, I saw they were 
translucent from the wetness. She wasn't kidding when she said 
she was soaked. Once the jeans were on her ankles, I helped her 
out of them, and put them to the side, next to her shoes. When my 
gaze returned to her center, I could hear her breath catch with 
expectation. Leaning forward, I inhaled her heady fragrance. Her 
inner thighs were wet with her seeping juices.

Taking hold of her panties, I pulled them down with the same 
teasing slowness. I watched carefully the unveiling of her pussy. 
She had pale yellow pubic hair on top of her mons, neatly shaved 
in a triangle. Her clitoris was already out of its protective 
hood, and looked large. There was no hair to be seen around her 
vagina or the lips. I pulled the panties to her ankles and she 
stepped out of them. She moved to sit on the edge of the bed, but 
I gently cupped her ass cheeks, stopping her from sitting on the 
towel. Moving my hands to her legs, I nudged her to spread her 
legs. Taking the towel, I wiped her juices from her thighs. 
Putting the clean side of the towel on the bed, I took a closer 
look at her vagina. Her labia were thin, but swollen. I traced 
the outside of the lips with my finger, feeling for any signs of 
stubble, but found them to be baby smooth. It was obvious that 
she had shaved recently. I didn't have to wonder if she was 
hoping to get lucky. I knew she was watching me, so I looked 
around as if searching for something, then looked up at her.

"Looking for something?" she asked, her voice throaty, coming out 
as if she had difficulty talking.

"Yeah. I don't think the tampon will help much. We need to get 
the excess juices. Do you have something like a... vacuum 
cleaner?" I asked with a serious expression. She was so gone, it 
took a moment for my question to sink in. Before she could 
respond, I said, "No? Well, OK! Then I'll have to improvise."

With that I grabbed her ass cheeks firmly to keep her stationary 
and, leaning in, I quickly stabbed my tongue between the folds of 
her labia, giving a slow lick from bottom to top. She gave a 
small scream of surprise and stumbled back, but I caught her. As 
my tongue made its way towards the top of her vagina, I felt her 
leaking more juice, wetting my beard, so I returned to the bottom 
and dug my tongue deeper to collect them, making her moan. Her 
channel was flooded with her oils. She was not only a horny 
thing, but a very wet one. I locked my lips around her labia, 
while my tongue got busy in her channel. I wasn't going for 
finesse. I was trying to get her juice. My beard and moustache 
got soaked very quickly.

"Mmmm. You're delicious, Sarah."

My efforts were having an effect on her and I felt her legs 
shake. She was desperately trying to stay on her feet, holding on 
to my shoulders to keep her balance, even though I was supporting 
her with my hands on her ass cheeks. I ceased my efforts and 
stood up. When she felt me standing up, she opened her eyes. I 
could see she was far gone, trying to focus on my face. I gave 
her a soft kiss, letting her taste herself. As our kiss 
continued, she started shaking like a leaf and I was surprised by 
the intensity of her arousal. Her lust and need was palpable, 
running through her body like a forest fire, unstoppable.

Breaking the kiss, I softly said, "Sarah, baby. Calm down."

It took me several tries, before I could get her attention.

"Easy, baby. Take deep breaths... Yes... like that... one more 
time... yes..."

I realized, this little re-enactment of the embarrassing 
encounter from years ago had opened the flood-gates for all her 
pent up fantasies. She had waited too long, had lusted too much, 
and now, she was getting what she thought she would never 
experience. It had proven too much. I had an extremely horny girl 
in my hands, who was burning up with lust and going crazy with 
her need.

"God, I need you, Mitch. I need you to fuck me... _Now_! I can't 
wait... I'm burning..." she said, almost pleading; her words 
coming in a rush interrupted only by her panting.

I knew I had to get her off at least once if not twice before she 
could gather herself. Breaking the kiss, I gently caressed her 
cheeks to focus her attention on me. She was panting heavily and 
her eyes were unfocused, unseeing. I guided her to the bed and 
laid her down, with her ass on the edge.

"Please, Mitch. I need it," she whimpered.

"I'll take care of you, Sarah. Relax. Don't worry," I replied, 
and gave her a kiss. I kept caressing her face, watching her 
carefully, until she realized she was laying down on the bed, and 
I had her attention.

"Just close your eyes and enjoy, Sarah," I said and moved to a 
kneeling position. Holding her legs up and spreading them, I 
placed them on my shoulder. She was seeping her juices onto the 
towel and her clitoris was distended. Licking her from bottom to 
top, I hit directly on her clitoris with the bottom of my tongue, 
to get her off as fast as possible and take the edge off her 
need. That one touch was enough. She screamed, and I mean, she 
really screamed; the sound echoing from the walls of her room, 
and her hips lurched.

I locked my lips and gently sucked her clitoris, feeling her come 
like a freight train. She gave short, sharp screams, her hips 
shaking and her hands clutching my head, pulling me to her pussy. 
Before her clitoris got too sensitive, I dipped my tongue into 
the folds of her vagina and licked her inner lips, to keep her 
going. Once her orgasm was over, I switched between her labia, 
inner lips, and clitoris, while working a finger into her slick 
channel. I could feel the erratic fluttering from the aftershocks 
of her orgasm. Her channel was flooded with her juices, and I 
knew I could bring her again, while she was still hot. I worked a 
second finger in and stroked them together, while I worked on her 
clitoris. She responded with soft wails that turned into yelps 
and little screams each time I stroked with my fingers. I didn't 
dare try the 'ON' switch, as I was scared of the reaction I might 
get. Instead, I worked her to a second orgasm, stimulating her 
clitoris, while working her channel with my fingers.

A few minutes later, she gave another scream, this time softer, 
and had her second orgasm, wailing like a wounded animal. It 
wasn't as sharp as her first one, but it was a long one. She kept 
wailing and I was getting concerned whether she would breathe. 
Her body was shaking and trembling, her head whipping from side 
to side. Her hips kept lurching against my face, and her thighs 
tried to squeeze me. Then, her wail turned into moans and she 
started to gasp and pant. Her inner muscles kept fluttering and 
pumping her fluids, wetting my fingers and the towel under her 
ass. I brought her down gently, drawing out her pleasure and 
listening to her breathing. Her belly was contracting and I was 
sure she would feel sore from all that workout.

When it was over, I used the end of the towel to wipe my hand and 
chin, then went about cleaning her juices from her thighs and 
pussy. The part of the towel under her ass cheeks was soaking wet 
with her juices and I was sure the comforter had a stain. She had 
lost a lot of body fluids. That done, I sat next to her and 
caressed her face, watching her carefully. Her hair was tousled, 
but because it was cut short in an easy to keep style, it wasn't 
messed too badly. She had a fine sheen of sweat from all the 
thrashing she had done during her orgasms and her make up needed 
refreshing. Her skin had a pleasant glow. When she finally opened 
her eyes, they were soft and relaxed but, instead of the lethargy 
of an orgasm, her gray eyes were shining with a strange hue. The 
arousal was still there. I could see she would be ready to go a 
few more times in a short while, but the edge was off; her 
burning need temporarily satiated.

"Sarah, baby. Rest a moment and I'll get you something to drink, 
OK?"

She closed her eyes to indicate her understanding.

I left her room, making a stop at the bathroom to wash my hands 
and face. Picking up a fresh towel and filling the cup I found in 
front of the mirror, I returned to Sarah's bedroom. The water 
helped with her thirst. I used the towel to clean her up more.

"How are you feeling, Sarah?"

"God, Mitch. I've never felt this kind of need before. I thought 
I was going to die. I was burning up. I scared you, didn't I?"

"Yes, for a while. I didn't expect such a reaction, but I 
understand. You must have fantasized about it a long time. All 
the built-up emotions inside... had to come out."

"I did fantasize a lot! I told you I lusted after you, but I 
didn't expect it would be like this. I'm sorry."

"It's all right, Sarah. We still have the whole night."

"You're not scared to continue?"

"Why should I be scared?"

"I don't want you to take my reaction wrong, Mitch. I love you, 
as a friend and a bed partner. Do you understand?"

"I understand, Sarah. We've been friends since childhood and we 
lusted after each other. We just didn't know what to do about it 
then. Now, we do. You still have a lot in your system and you 
need to get it out," I replied.

She smiled at that. "Yeah. You're right. I didn't know how much, 
until a while ago. How about you?"

"I have some pent up lust as well, but I can wait. Not many 
people get to realize a childhood or teenage fantasy. In that 
respect, we're lucky. Now, we need to get you ready. We've taken 
longer than we planned and I'm afraid you've been pretty vocal."

"Really?"

I nodded.

"Screw that. This is my house. I got my bells rung and I'm not 
going to apologize for it. Especially for something that I never 
thought I would ever have," she replied, with an uncompromising 
tone. I could see she wasn't concerned or bashful about what 
people might have heard, or any gossiping.

"Still, you might want to brush your hair and refresh your 
makeup."

"OK. But first, I want you to put the tampon in."

"You sure you can handle that?"

"Yes, Mitch. I can handle that. You took the edge off."

I got off the bed and kneeling in front of her spread legs, I put 
the tampon in, taking care not to hurt her. I could see she was 
already juicing up when I was busy with the tampon. After the 
delicate operation was over, she got off the bed. Then she picked 
the wet towel. As I expected, on the comforter, there was a wet 
spot. When she saw it, she chuckled and shrugged her shoulders. 
"I guess I'll have to take it to the cleaners, but it was worth 
it."

She put on the new panties and then her jeans. Sitting in front 
of her dresser, she cleaned up all her make up, but didn't put on 
new make-up, going for a natural look. She didn't need to. She 
had the freshly fucked look and was going to flaunt it. After 
brushing her hair, she was ready. Before leaving the room, we 
shared a gentle kiss.

"You washed up?" she asked.

"Wouldn't do to go out smelling like that, would it?"

"No, but it could help you keep the sharks away," she teased.

"I don't think I need any shark repellant, anymore. Not after 
your public announcement," I quipped back.

Laughing, she said, "Well, they can eat their hearts out."

"I don't want to sound arrogant, but some may, when they take a 
look at you. You positively glow. You're going to flaunt it, 
aren't you?"

"What can I say, I feel absolutely wicked. Why not add insult to 
injury?" she quipped with an impish grin.

Putting her arm around my waist, she said, "Let's go. I'm dying 
of thirst."



* * * * *



Back in the living room, Kathy saw us. From the smile on her 
face, it was apparent she had not missed what happened. I would 
have been surprised if anybody had. Sarah led us to the kitchen 
to get a glass of water. A few minutes later, Kathy joined us.

_Why did I think she would not?_

She didn't beat around the bush and went directly to the point. 
"Are you staying here?"

"Yes. Sarah asked me to help with the clean up after the party 
and we want to catch up on old times," I replied without skipping 
a beat, before I realized I had said the wrong thing.

"Catch up on old times? I thought you already did that?" she 
quipped.

"Well, we still have some more catching up to do," Sarah said.

I added pointedly, "We also thought you and Mark would like to 
have some quiet time at your place."

"Thank you," she replied, her tone softer, without a trace of 
teasing. "You guys want to join us for a late brunch, tomorrow?" 
she asked.

I looked at Sarah to see what she wanted to do.

"Sure, Kathy. Can we make it a bit later than usual, say two or 
three o'clock?" Sarah replied.

Hearing that, Kathy laughed at Sarah. Then with a knowing look, 
she quipped, "No problem, Sarah. Just don't kill him. He's the 
only brother I've got."

"I wouldn't do anything you wouldn't, Kathy," Sarah came back.

"If you excuse me ladies, I think I'll join Mark. I don't think I 
want to hear anything further."

I must have been brain-dead--'probably I imbibed too much pussy 
juice' I thought--as I realized I had repeated my mistake a 
second time. It was not only the wrong thing to say, but was also 
like waving a red flag to a bull; an invitation.

"Yeah, you do that. We'll join you later. We have to catch up on 
things," Kathy came back, stopping me dead on my tracks.

When I looked at Sarah, she had an unabashed smile on her face, 
enjoying my discomfort and Kathy's incessant teasing.

"I changed my mind," I said, hoping they would not talk about 
some things in my presence--Yeah, call me stupid! I know I can be 
a dumb ass!

"OK, keep us company then," Kathy said casually, with a shrug. 
Without skipping a beat, she turned to Sarah, and asked, "So, how 
was he?"

_Would somebody kick me in the ass? Please? Better yet, can 
somebody lend me some brains?_

I didn't know who was using my mouth, but it sure wasn't me--I 
wouldn't be that stupid, would I?

As I stood there, shocked at her gall, Sarah replied, "Very good, 
Kathy. You wouldn't believe it."

"Oh, I think I would. I heard you. Loud and clear," Kathy 
responded.

Their tone was casual as if they were having a conversation about 
a movie or something. The only thing that was out of place was 
the smile they both had, knowing the effect they were having on 
me.

"That doesn't do justice to how it felt, Kathy. It was much 
better than that," Sarah continued.

My stubborn side kicked in. I wasn't going to give them the 
satisfaction of being run off the kitchen, so I gathered myself 
and assumed a nonchalant stance. I was also curious how far they 
would take it.

"Oh, I wouldn't be so sure, Sarah. The conversation almost came 
to a stop, when we heard you," Kathy piped up.

At that, Sarah colored a bit and gave a questioning look to Kathy 
to see if this was part of the joke they were having at my 
expense or if she was being serious, but Kathy was not giving 
anything away. I took heart at that development, and was sure 
that Kathy's comment would put a stop to the charade.

Composing herself, Sarah forged on. "I disagree, Kathy. Nothing I 
could say can compare to how good it was."

Not wanting to stop the joke early, Kathy relented. "Hmmm. I 
guess I have to take your word for it. Tell me, what happened?"

Getting back into the swing of things, Sarah continued. "Well, he 
took off my belt. Then he unbuttoned my jeans. After helping me 
off with my shoes, he slowly pulled my jeans down. Once he had 
them off, he took hold of the waistband of my panties. He could 
see I was soaking wet. Oh, that reminds me... I'm forgetting what 
brought the whole thing on in the first place." At that Sarah 
gave a meaningful look to Kathy.

Taking the hint, Kathy responded, "Yeah, tell it from the 
beginning. I don't want to miss the story."

"Well, he agreed to spend the night here. I was pretty worked up 
by then, so I told him I needed a change of underwear. He 
reminded me that we could enact a teenage memory." With that, 
Sarah took a dramatic pause.

Of course, Kathy didn't miss the signal and asked, "Teenage 
memory? I don't remember you telling me about a teenage memory 
involving Mitch."

"No, I didn't tell you. It had been pretty embarrassing, but 
since it was long ago, now I can. After all, that's what started 
this whole episode."

_Nooo! They aren't going to stop._

_Of course, not, you ding-dong! What were you thinking? Were you 
thinking at all?_

I wasn't really embarrassed, but I felt awkward. Not only that, 
but I wasn't sure how much detail Sarah was going to get into. If 
I had learned something about women, but especially about Kathy 
and Sarah, it was obvious they were going to get pretty explicit. 
After all, they had known each other too long and shared too 
much. I had a growing suspicion they shared more than some 
sisters did. I gave a pleading look to Sarah, who returned it 
with a teasing smile.

"Excuse me just a moment, Kathy," she said, before moving to 
stand in front of me.

Wrapping her arms around my neck, she pulled me for a kiss. 
"Mitch, if you haven't realized it yet, Kathy is simmering. We 
usually get each other worked up. This isn't the first time. You 
know how women can get. I want to see steam come out of her 
ears," she whispered.

"I knew this was going to come back to bite me in the ass. It 
didn't when we were teens, and now..." I whispered back.

"Well, it was long overdue, Mitch," she retorted with amusement.

"Darn, Sarah. She's my sister. Can't I have some dignity?"

"Come on, relax. It's all in good fun. Nothing will happen to 
your dignity. We'll have a great time tonight and so will Kathy, 
once she leaves with Mark," she whispered with a wicked grin.

Why did I think they would not talk about it? Women were worse 
than men, when it came to such matters. Kissing her I said, 
"Don't be generous about the details," even though I knew she 
would be.

When Sarah released her hold on my neck, I took a look at Kathy. 
She was watching us with interest, but I could see she wasn't 
concerned about my decision. Rather, she was curious about the 
story from the past. I could see she was also getting slightly 
worked up. Mark was going to get very lucky, if Sarah could pull 
off what she was planning to do. From what I had seen of Mark and 
Kathy, I knew it was a foregone conclusion, but now, it was easy 
to see my sister in a different light; a young, beautiful woman, 
very much in love, and simmering. When Sarah had commented 
earlier on how hot a woman my sister was, I had felt a bit 
uncomfortable, mostly because I didn't want to think about her or 
look at her as a woman. My brotherly instincts had always been 
too strong and too strict. Of course I loved my sister, but as a 
brother. Now, with her merciless teasing, and apparent interest 
in what Sarah and I had done a while ago, I realized she was 
acting like a woman rather than a sister.

"Since you're not in a hurry to keep company with Mark, I better 
tell him he's going to wait," I said, trying get at her, to even 
the score somewhat.

She took it in stride. "I'll make it up to him later," she 
retorted with a snicker, and quickly followed it with, "Sarah 
will make it up to you as well."

Losing my composure, I replied, "Kathy, the way you talk 
sometimes--"

"Don't spoil the fun, Mitch. You're my brother and Sarah is my 
best friend. We've known each other since childhood. Mark is my 
lover, and I don't hide it. I didn't get to know much about the 
girls you've dated. I missed out on the sister's privileges. Now, 
I can get to hear what a stud my brother is."

Except as teenagers, we never teased each other or talked about 
sex or our relationships. What's more, we had been very close. On 
the other hand, in the last few years, I had been distant, a 
closed box. I realized Kathy had always been the one to try to 
bridge the distance. I guessed her interest and curiosity was 
partly fueled by her desire to hear something juicy from Sarah, 
and partly to know something about her brother.

"I give up," I said and left the kitchen, muttering, "Women!"

"You can't live with them; you can't live without them," they 
chorused behind my back, laughing.

I needed a drink, and Sarah had confiscated my glass of vodka in 
the kitchen. In the dining room, looking over the choices, I 
settled for a glass of beer. I didn't want to disappoint Sarah, 
although there wasn't much of a chance of that, remembering how 
quickly she got off. Back in the living room, I found Mark going 
over the CDs. After making a few selections, he went over them 
one more time to chose one, and put it in the player. When I 
heard the song I wanted to plug my ears, hit my head to the 
walls.

_Why isn't there an off-switch?_

I felt like downing a stiff drink, but it wasn't something I 
resorted to very frequently when old memories awakened; triggered 
by a melody, or a phrase I had heard, or a scene in a movie I had 
watched. I didn't use sleeping pills when I couldn't sleep. Yes, 
I had gotten drunk, on rare occasions, but usually among friends, 
or to blow off some steam after work hours (as it had happened 
with Pops), and mostly for recreational purposes and not as a 
solution to my problems. I had just gotten over the song Sarah 
sang, and now Neil Diamond was singing _September Morn_; another 
song from the past, perhaps not as memorable as _Lady in Red_, 
but almost there. And, it was pulling me on a journey I wasn't 
willing to go on.



 . . . .



It was mid-summer... the beginning of _my summer_... and the 
end... the summer when my heart was broken and handed back to me.

I had finished six weeks of grueling work in the desert--the last 
industrial practice I had had as part of the college program at 
the end of my junior year--and was back at home; tired from the 
work, the stress, and deeply tanned from working on the rig. I 
was looking forward to eight or nine weeks of vacation at our 
summer flat by the beach, before the fall semester of my senior 
year started. My parents decided to join me later. Kathy was busy 
with something else, and she stayed with them, thus giving me the 
opportunity to have some quiet time by myself at our flat.

The morning I arrived at our summer flat, I spent most of the day 
opening the house, cleaning it and getting it ready. By mid-
afternoon, I was at the beach taking my afternoon run along the 
coast that stretched for more than twenty miles. It was a ritual 
I had rarely let go when I was here, at my beach. Back in my 
hometown, I didn't care much about jogging or running and had to 
force myself. (These last several years, on the rig-site, I 
rarely ran; the work was hard enough, and on rare occasions when 
I could find some free time in the afternoon, Tai Chi exercises 
offered some relaxation). But on this beach, I loved to run. 
There were also a few secluded spots where I could practice Tai 
Chi while facing the sea and smelling the salty sea air. 
Sometimes I did my practice in the sea, when it was calm (usually 
very early in the morning), belly deep in the cold water. Some 
combinations were not possible, especially when I tried to do 
them as slowly as possible, so I used a different variation of 
the forms.

That first evening, while I was thinking trying to decide whether 
to cook or go to town to grab a bite, Gillian dropped by and 
invited me to dinner with her parents. My parents had met 
Gillian's parents when they were buying the flat. It had been a 
chance encounter at the real estate agent's office, both families 
realizing they were going to be neighbors at the vacation spot. 
When we moved into our flat, the two families had quickly become 
good friends, and continued visiting each other back in town when 
we returned from vacation as the friendship between them grew.

Gil was a year younger than Kathy, but you couldn't tell by 
looking at her. As tall as Kathy, she looked bigger, taking after 
her mother, who was a tall woman with big bones. With curly light 
brown hair that always looked tousled, and brown eyes that were 
alight with liveliness, she was a tomboy, and she and Kathy got 
along great. And for me, she was sort of an impish second sister. 
All of us spent a lot of time together all year around, but we 
had the most fun during the summer vacations with several other 
kids from the neighborhood.

So, that evening, when she invited me for dinner, I didn't 
hesitate to accept it, looking forward to a great time with Gil 
and her parents, who were really very nice people. After dinner, 
I offered to take Gil to a small disco by the beach, even though 
I didn't feel like it. I was feeling pretty tired, but my polite 
side won over my tiredness. Her parents were pleased, and Gil 
asked if she could bring a new friend of hers; a girl from next 
door. I knew there was no way I could get out of it.

When Gillian introduced her to me, I felt something stirring 
inside me, as if I was standing at the edge of an abyss, and 
staring into the eye of a storm brewing, the feeling making me 
uneasy. I caught her brown eyes giving me fleeting looks, and she 
seemed as apprehensive as I was. Before I could collect myself, 
our eyes locked for a brief moment, and I saw the clouds that 
seemed to drift in and out of them. With an effort I tried to 
center myself, surprised at my reaction to this strange girl, but 
I was unable to. My insides were in turmoil, and I turned my 
attention back to Gil, trying to break the spell this girl was 
having on me. However it was a short lived relief. When we shook 
hands the touch was electric; I heard the beat of my heart loud 
in my inner ear, and felt the rush of blood; my skin was tingling 
as if it had caught fire. Our eyes locked again, and I knew I was 
hearing the _Siren's Song_ calling out my name. My heart was 
captured by the mysteries those brown eyes held in their depths. 
When I released her hand, her expression changed to something 
like relief. I didn't understand her reaction at all, but to ease 
any disquiet she might be having, I averted my eyes, taking her 
in. I noticed the goose bumps on her arm, and realized I had 
goose bumps on my arm, too, despite the fact that it was a very 
warm night without any breeze.

That was the beginning... of the end!

In a short span of seven weeks, I experienced every known emotion 
and probably a few unknown, unnamed ones as well. Luckily, my 
parents saw only parts of the whole episode, since they arrived 
quite late. As things got worse, I didn't stick around, but 
headed back home earlier than planned.

It was September, the trees and the streets covered with golden 
flecks, and the Fall Semester looming in two weeks time. It was 
melancholy time, unless I did something about it, so I got busy 
getting ready for my last year at the college. I spent most of 
the nights awake, pecking at the typewriter, writing my report 
(industry training I did at the rig) to be submitted for grading 
by the middle of the Fall Semester. When I got tired from it, the 
memories would come in a flood; the hurt and pain still fresh, 
the 'what ifs' and 'whys' following closely behind. The few hours 
of sleep I managed would be invaded by dreams of her: us in her 
bed as we pleasured each other, feeling that invisible chord that 
bound us tightening around me, taking me home. Those intimate 
moments would be replayed in vivid detail; so much so that I 
would wake up to her touch or her smell, finding myself either 
painfully erect or wilting from an involuntary ejaculation. But 
the worst part had always been the incredible feeling of 
emptiness that settled over me as that special chord got severed 
in that waking moment, and the longing and heartache that 
followed it.

After a week of constant nightmares, I dreaded falling asleep, 
and I started keeping a diary; scribbling the memories and 
whatever else that came visiting, hoping to get rid of them, and 
usually falling asleep with emotional exhaustion when dawn was 
breaking. During those times, I found myself listening to 
_September Morn_ by Neil Diamond that played quite frequently on 
one of the music channels. After a few times of listening to it, 
it had come to symbolize my melancholy, but I had been unable to 
avoid it, hanging to each note, each word, as Neil kept singing. 
Aside from that, the diary didn't help solve the problems. Worse, 
it had become a sort of a reference book, refreshing and 
strengthening the memories, in the end, forcing me to quit 
writing altogether. I knew I couldn't continue that way, and 
since my course load was going to be much lighter than previous 
years, and I didn't want to have too much free time in my hands, 
I lined up a part time job. Over time, as I got busy with school 
and work, the vivid wet dreams and the nightmares became less 
frequent.

_Yeah. I didn't have much free time that year. The job was 
pleasant and I didn't have to interact with people too much. The 
rest of the time, the college kept me busy. But not busy enough. 
That's when I worked out some of the things about her, in little 
parts, as the pain and hurt gave way to emptiness._

By the time I was graduating, I wasn't able to deal with the 
emptiness, and I had filled some of it with anger. It had been 
easy, once I worked out some of the things about her and how I 
had failed us, but mostly how I had failed her. That was when I 
realized I needed to get away. Right after graduation, I signed 
up with a small outfit and got the hell out of town, back to the 
desert. It was a temporary job to fill-in the time until I had to 
go for my military service. Since no other company was willing to 
sign up somebody to let them go in half a year's time, my choices 
were limited. But then, I didn't care much about the money. I 
also knew the company was planning to pull some strings, and 
postpone my military service to get a year or two of work out of 
me; I had heard they had pulled the stunt on some of the students 
I'd known. A little bit of legal wrangling put a stop to their 
little scheme, though. I had no intention of delaying the army or 
anything else that stood as obstacles in front of me. I wanted to 
get over those momentary nuisances, so that I could get on with 
my life, and find something better, if there was something 
better--whatever it was.



 . . . .



Thinking back on those times, I was still surprised, even now, 
how everything worked out as I had planned.

_Yeah, it did, didn't it? Except her, of course. She's still the 
one I think of, whether I admit it or not. Didn't I fail that one 
time?_

_Jeeez! It just takes one stupid song to dredge up a whole lot of 
garbage from the past._

My unease and melancholy didn't last long. It was another tiny 
piece from my past that erased the melancholy.

_The diary. The fucking diary! What did I do with it?_

I was close to panic trying to remember what I did with it. It 
was so long ago that I had forgotten about it. Carefully digging 
into my memory, I found that innocuous little detail. I had it 
packed among my school-books, in a box with my other books, in my 
room.

_Shit. Why didn't I burn it? Why? It could fall into the wrong 
hands._

I was concerned, but not overly so. I wrote in the foreign 
language I had learned in high school. Mom wasn't familiar with 
the language, but Dad and Sis were fluent. I knew Dad wouldn't do 
something like that, but Kathy was a different matter. She could 
easily be tempted, once she recognized what it was and what 
period of my life it contained. If it had been something else, 
Kathy wouldn't snoop like that. But that period, on the other 
hand, was a black hole for her. Like Mom, she was protective of 
me--as I was coming to realize more and more. She would feel 
guilty doing something like that, after the fact, but she would 
also justify her actions (very logically and very rationally, I 
might add).

_First business of the day, tomorrow: 'Search and Destroy!'_

I chuckled silently at my choice of a military term. I had 
learned quite a bit during my short spell in the service, but I 
hadn't really enjoyed my time. What's more, I had ended up doing 
some serious juggling, trying to hide my past and my skills. I 
wasn't a predator, but I had the skills of a predator, and 
soldiering teaches you how to be an efficient predator (as if I 
needed to be more efficient, with the anger tucked inside me), so 
it had been a trying time. I abhorred violence, even though I 
knew I would resort to it if forced to. Pops had me pegged right 
a year ago. At the time, I could have easily resorted to 
violence; the daily exposure to news of random violence 
desensitizing me further and loosening my already weakening 
controls.

I shook my head, trying to physically shake clear the cobwebs of 
past, of history, but it didn't help of course. I focused on 
tonight, and the delights Sarah was promising for both of us, 
which eventually helped to erase the unease that had settled in 
me. I noticed Mark was playing with the equalizer, trying to 
enhance the quality of the sound. A little bit more of twiddling 
with the controls, and he seemed to be satisfied with the 
results. When he stood up, he saw me watching him, and raised an 
eyebrow as he walked to me. I guess he was wondering where the 
girls were.

"They're still in the kitchen," I said.

"Did they run you out?" he asked with a knowing grin.

"Yeah. Something like that," I replied, a bit uncomfortable where 
the conversation might be headed.

"Mitch, we haven't had a chance to get to know each other. You 
don't know me much, but I heard a lot about you from Kathy," he 
said.

I didn't have a response, so I waited for him to continue.

"You know, I love Kathy. Very much so."

"I think it's very obvious that you both love each other," I 
replied, with a small reassuring smile.

He gave me a long look, trying to judge the sincerity of my 
reply. Satisfied with what he saw, he said, "I also know that she 
loves you, very much. I have to tell you, at first, I was 
surprised and almost jealous of her love for you, mistaking it 
for something else," he said pointedly.

I almost turned red by the implication, and angry at the same 
time. But, before I could say anything, he raised his hands 
slightly in an apologetic manner, and continued, "At the time, I 
didn't know what you did for work and where you worked. You may 
not have realized it, but she worries about you, a lot. I suspect 
she doesn't show it around you."

That gave me a pause. In the light of yesterday's talk about the 
past, and how Kathy had kept my childhood struggles secret from 
my parents, Mark's comment made sense. What's more, I heard 
genuine concern for her in his voice.

Seeing the expression on my face, Mark asked, "She doesn't, does 
she?"

"No, she doesn't. At least not much. I guess it's because I 
haven't talked about things with Kathy for quite some time," I 
replied, but my tone made it clear I didn't want to get into what 
we haven't talked about. Kathy had probably mentioned something 
about how distant and closed up I had been in the last few years. 
Mark was, after all, her lover and they were planning to get 
married.

Mark nodded his understanding. "Do you mind if I ask how bad it 
is, where you work? We read a lot on the papers, or see it on 
TV."

"It's bad, but not that bad. The media usually exaggerate. You 
just have to be careful. Plus, it's mostly opportunistic 
targeting. We have pretty good protection where I work. There are 
softer, easier targets. That's why I'm not worried about it too 
much. I'm pretty careful and cautious as well," I replied, trying 
to downplay the situation as much as reasonably possible.

"But you never know what might happen. Wrong time, wrong place," 
he commented.

"You can't avoid everything, Mark. I'm sorry to say that, but you 
have to be there to see and understand how it is. It's not a war 
zone. Yes, there's a clandestine war going on, but... as I said. 
It's not that bad."

Seeing I was getting defensive, he changed tracks. "Well, I think 
Kathy seems to accept or understand it better now. She seems much 
happier than a few weeks ago."

"What do you mean?"

"I'm not sure, but she's not as tense as she used to be, 
especially tonight. Is that something to do with you and Sarah?" 
he asked, then hastily added, "I didn't mean to butt my nose into 
something..."

However, there was an unspoken 'but' at the end of that 
statement, and from his embarrassed smile, he was referring to 
Sarah's vocal escapade with me.

"I don't know. Sarah and I... we're not really an item, but we've 
known each other for a long time."

"I've known Sarah for quite some time now. Well, she's Kathy's 
best friend, and really a nice girl. The two could be sisters." 
Then with a grin, he said, "Both are something. They can drive 
you up the wall."

"Well, Kathy does, since we were kids. She hasn't changed. I 
hadn't seen Sarah for some years, so I didn't know what to 
expect. Kathy told me she changed."

"You kidding?"

"Nope."

"Then I have a word of warning for you. Don't take what I'm going 
to say the wrong way, Mitch. I'm a straight shooter and I'm 
usually very blunt. I don't think you care for sugar coating. I 
really love your sister and respect her. Same with Sarah. 
However, I know Kathy and Sarah can get pretty rowdy at times. 
I've been a victim of their teasing too long."

I nodded.

"Were they teasing you or were they trying to get each other 
worked up?" he asked, in a conspiratorial tone, giving me a small 
grin, but it wasn't lecherous.

I didn't take offense at all, as there was a feeling of man-to-
man confidence, perhaps the beginnings of brothers-in-law 
relationship in regards to Kathy.

"Both," I replied, returning his grin. "I really didn't expect 
something like that, from them. We were close as siblings, and 
still close, but... You know what I mean."

"Yeah. I know what you mean. Your sister is a real gem and she's 
a handful, but that's what I like about her."

"Do you mind if I ask why you guys decided to wait?"

"Your sister wanted to finish her specialization. If it were up 
to me, we would have been married. But I understand her reasons. 
I guess I was scared somebody else would grab her in the 
meantime. However, it worked out for the best. I do a lot of 
traveling and it wouldn't have been nice being away from home for 
too long when we're newly married. Just between the two of us, 
I'm making some arrangements to improve the situation."

"What kind of arrangements?"

"I have the major accounts in this city with almost all the 
hospitals and a few of the private clinics. I had been making 
good money from the sales and commissions, so I managed to put 
aside a tidy sum, which will come handy when we get married. But 
most important, I finally convinced my boss we should set up a 
small office here to give after-sales service to our major 
clients. We have enough work to justify the costs, and we'll 
probably get more clients if we have a presence here. There are 
quite a number of smaller clinics and other private 
establishments. By profession I'm an engineer, and I can run the 
service side as well as sales. That would also mean I wouldn't 
have to be on the road all the time, perhaps once a month to the 
head office to wrap up projects and report."

"You're planning... to settle here?"

"Yes. Your sister is a very good doctor and she's made quite a 
reputation. As soon as she finishes her specialization she'll be 
offered a position. I know she likes that hospital and most of 
her friends are here. I don't want her to have to start over 
someplace else, where she has to prove herself. It's not that she 
couldn't do it, but it would be a waste of time. She had invested 
a great deal in that hospital and she deserves to reap the fruits 
of her efforts. Since I can settle here, it's the most logical 
solution. Neither of us is going to be giving up something."

"She doesn't know anything about this, does she?"

"No, she doesn't. It's going to be a surprise. She'll probably 
figure it out though."

"Why do you say that?"

"I would be spending more time here, setting up an office, and 
hiring staff. It will be hard to hide it from your sister. Don't 
you think?" He grinned.

"Heh. Understatement of the year, Mark. You better come clean 
before she figures it out or you'll not hear the end of it," I 
replied with a laugh.

"That's what I figured, too. I'm just trying to tie up the few 
loose ends and get an approval for my formal proposal. I don't 
think it will take more than a few weeks. I've already pegged 
down specific office locations and prices. Half of the staff is 
already selected from our technical group, and I have been doing 
some unofficial reconnaissance for talent in the city during the 
last few months. Once I have the official OK, I'll break the news 
to her. As I said, it will be difficult to explain my activities 
here once I get busy with the actual setting up of operations. 
How long are you on vacation, Mitch?"

"About four weeks, roughly. Why?"

"As I said, I expect an answer very soon. If it works out, I 
would like to go out for a celebration to break the news to 
Kathy." He gave a meaningful look, making me laugh.

"You're scared of Kathy's reaction, aren't you, and want some 
support?" I asked.

He gave a hearty laugh. "Yes. I'm afraid you're right about my 
ulterior motives."

"You don't have to worry about that, Mark. I've seen how she is 
with you. She's very different. She's a very independent girl. 
She had always been like that, even when we were kids. Very 
competitive as well. But around you, she's different. I know that 
she loves you very much. What you're trying to do tells me that 
you love her back. Long distance relationships are pretty 
difficult, and yet, you two managed it. I think she'll be 
thrilled when you break the news. I know she feels lonely and she 
needs her man around. If things work out as you planned, count me 
in. I'll certainly be there."

"Thank you, Mitch. I appreciate the vote of confidence."

"No need for thanks, Mark. If you don't mind my asking, how did 
you fare with Mom? She can be a tough lady."

He smiled at that. "I like your mom. She's really sweet. It's 
easy to see where Kathy got her looks and strength. I know she 
was concerned about the long distance relationship, but I think 
she understands I'm serious about your sister. To tell the truth, 
I agree with what she said to your sister: 'first school then 
marriage'. I can't fault her logic. And I love her cooking."

"Well, I love her cooking, too, but I think every son loves his 
mother's cooking. More or less," I commented with a smile.

He replied, "True, I loved my mom's cooking, but it's been a long 
time."

Seeing my confused look, he said, "Mom passed away four years 
ago."

"I'm sorry to hear that," I replied hastily, realizing I had 
touched a tender spot.

"It's all right. You didn't know," he said, trying to relieve my 
embarrassment, then he added, "That's why it was great to meet 
your mom. I had forgotten how good home cooking could be, and 
your mom is really an excellent cook."

"Thank you. I'm sorry to hear about your loss. Please accept my 
condolences."

"Thank you, Mitch."

We were quiet for a few seconds, and I was hesitant to ask about 
his dad. However, he didn't miss my unease, giving me a 
questioning look.

"I was wondering about your dad," I said with a nervous tone.

He gave an understanding smile, and replied, "Dad's alive. He's 
retired and keeping himself busy with a part-time consulting job 
out of his home office. He's an engineer, so you could say I 
followed in his footsteps. Kathy and I visited him several times, 
and he's very fond of her. Yep, he loves her. Every time I talk 
to him, he keeps reminding me to tie the knot before I lose her 
to somebody else."

I laughed at his remark. "You shouldn't be concerned about 
something like that. I don't think Kathy sees anyone but you," I 
replied. Then, extending my hand, I said, "I guess it's a bit 
late, but let's make it official. Welcome to the family, Mark," 
and we shook hands.

We kept on chatting about various subjects, before the girls 
returned from the kitchen. From the flush on Kathy's face I 
didn't have trouble guessing Sarah had done what she had 
promised. Mark must have recognized it as well, because he raised 
an eyebrow at Kathy, and received a naughty grin.

Kathy moved in close and whispered, "I didn't know you were such 
a bad boy, Mitch. And, with my best friend. You've got some 
explaining to do."

Sarah, of course, knew what Kathy was doing and grinned at me 
unabashedly.

_Damn girls!_

Then, Kathy moved to Mark, who was watching the developments with 
curiosity. He was aware the girls were giving me a hard time 
about something, but he was polite enough not to ask about it. He 
may have been glad that, for once, he wasn't their target. 
Unfortunately, his relief would be short lived. Kathy turned her 
attention on Mark and without a preamble asked when they could 
leave the party. I looked at my watch and it was almost eleven 
o'clock, still early.

"Are you tired, Kathy? It's almost eleven," I teased her.

Mark picked up on it as well, and said it was indeed too early to 
leave the party. Sarah joined in by asking if her party was 
boring. Kathy knew all of us were conspiring against her, but she 
wasn't going to give us the satisfaction of seeing her squirm, so 
she replied she didn't realize it was that early. However, she 
was going to try underhanded methods, and moving under Mark's 
arm, she started to work on him, discreetly, with innocent little 
touches here and there, and giving him smoldering looks. I 
wondered how long it would take Kathy to work her charm on Mark, 
and how long it would be before Sarah distracted me.

After a few minutes, Sarah reminded us we had to mingle, so I 
kept her company for the next hour, until the party drew to a 
close. While getting a drink for myself, I looked around for Mark 
to see how he was faring with Kathy, and I was surprised to see 
that he was taking it in stride. He noticed me and headed in my 
direction to refresh his drink, and perhaps get a breather from 
Kathy's incessant attentions.

"You must have an iron constitution, Mark," I commented.

He gave a wry grin, and replied, "Well, you know how it is. Good 
things come to those that wait."

"Not only you have an iron constitution, you're very brave as 
well. You're not scared of repercussions?" I retorted with a 
grin.

"I'm not really brave, not when it comes to Kathy. But, she'd be 
disappointed if I give up so easily."

"Yes. She loves challenges. No questions about that. I'm happy to 
see that she has finally met her match."

At that, he laughed. "I don't know about that. How about you?"

"Sarah is taking it easy on me. Maybe we should keep the girls 
separate," I suggested.

He raised his glass and replied, "You're a quick study, Mitch. It 
took me longer to realize that, but they're inseparable."

"It's only survival instincts, Mark," I quipped.

We had a good laugh about that. Just then both girls showed up at 
our side, asking what we were laughing about. Mark and I shared a 
look before bursting into laughter again.

"I think it's time we tuck these two in bed, don't you think 
Sarah?" asked Kathy.

"Yeah. They are getting silly," quipped Sarah.

Luckily before a back and forth started among the four of us, the 
few remaining guests interrupted us to thank Sarah for a great 
party and bid goodbye. After the guests had left, Mark and I 
helped the girls, collecting the empty plates, glasses, and 
generally tidying up the place, while they rinsed and stacked the 
dirty dishes in the dishwasher. It didn't take too long with four 
people working together to get the place picked up. Mark and 
Kathy stayed for a nightcap--coffee and Napoleon cognac--and both 
girls used the occasion to get us worked up, and get themselves 
worked up at the same time. It sure was going to be a hard night. 
Finally, Kathy and Mark bid us goodnight, Kathy reminding that we 
were expected at her place at three o'clock sharp. Needless to 
say, that started a short back and forth between the two at the 
door. Sarah said, she would try her best to be on time, and Kathy 
replied that wasn't good enough. Sarah came back, reminding Kathy 
she needed to sleep instead of staying up too late, at which 
point Mark gently pulled Kathy by her arm, saying she needed to 
be tucked in, while I did the same with Sarah, before the two 
girls could continue further.



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CHAPTER - 15: The Stuff Dreams Are Made Of



I closed the door, and turned to find Sarah moving into my arms. 
She hooked her hands around my neck, pulling me for a kiss. As 
she checked out my tonsils, she pushed me till my back was 
against the door, and plastered her body over mine, rubbing 
herself against me.

When we surfaced from the kiss, she said, "Finally, I have you 
where I want you."

Giving me a soft kiss, she moved her hand down to work on my 
belt, before I realized what she was doing. By the time our kiss 
ended, she had my belt loose, the button open, and was pulling 
the zipper down. She put her hand on my chest, pushing me gently 
but firmly against the door, while her other hand was busy 
stroking my cock in my boxers. She moved to kneel in front of me, 
and pulled my jeans and boxers down in a single move, surprising 
me again by her passion. I could hear her panting and wondered if 
she would rape me there, but she just knelt in front of me, 
looking at my cock. Holding the shaft gently with one hand, she 
leaned in for a lick, while her other hand moved to cup my balls. 
I didn't want to interrupt her, but I was thinking we could do 
this in more comfortable circumstances. After a few teasing 
licks, she let go of my cock and pulled my boxers and jeans back 
up, while she rose from her kneeling position.

Her actions surprised me again, but before I could voice my 
question she said, "I just wanted to have a look and I couldn't 
wait. Now, I want to go to the bathroom and take out my tampon. I 
expect you to walk in on me."

_Wow! She really wants to play out the whole scenario._

"Mmmm. Good plan, Sarah. Very good plan."

She gave a big grin. "I thought so, too," she replied, her eyes 
aflame with arousal. "Give me two minutes."

We walked the short hall, and she went into the bathroom. I 
continued to her bedroom, and took off my jacket and shirt, 
placing them on a chair. I took of my belt, since I didn't want 
it to slow us down. After getting my hard-on in a comfortable 
position, I zipped up and buttoned my jeans. I waited another 
minute to give time to Sarah. I closed her bedroom door firmly, 
so that Sarah would know I would be arriving, and be ready to get 
into position for the encounter. I suspected she would be sitting 
on the toilet cover, with her jeans and panties at her ankles, 
like she had been that day.

I opened the door casually and there she was, in exactly the same 
position; jeans and panties around her ankles, knees spread wide, 
head bent, looking down, and her hand busy at her vagina. When 
she heard the door open she looked up. The only difference 
between the last time and now was the unadulterated lust in her 
eyes, instead of the shock she had had then.

Before I entered the bathroom I was already hard with 
expectation, and now, my erection throbbed as the memory of 
teenage years rushed in like a freight train. This wasn't just 
d�j� vu. It was more than that, and the effects unexpected. 
Taking a trip down memory lane was something I was used to. And, 
with my memory, my trips had always been special. But this was 
beyond that, helped along with the awakening of memories of that 
particular teenage moment. It was like traveling back in time. It 
probably took me half a minute, before I remembered where I was, 
although it felt like ages passed. The resulting effect on her 
was something incredible, sucking her into the scene. If I had 
tried play acting, my reaction wouldn't have the same realistic 
effect on her.

Her hands were still at her pussy, fingers of one hand keeping 
her labia apart, giving me a good view of her moist pink flesh. 
She was holding the string of the tampon with her other hand, the 
end of tampon barely visible. I moved and knelt before her wide 
splayed legs, keeping eye contact with her.

"I'm sorry, Sarah. I didn't know the toilet was occupied." After 
a pause, I continued, "You seem to be in trouble. Can I help?"

She nodded her head, hesitantly, and chewed her lips like a 
scared young girl.

I kissed her on her cheek and whispered, "Don't worry. I'll be 
careful. I won't hurt you."

She nodded again in the same apprehensive manner, and I caressed 
her cheek. Playing her role to the hilt, she seemed to relax a 
bit, and this time I kissed her on her lips. It was a chaste 
kiss, and she sighed softly. Except for her breathing and the 
lust in her eyes, we were playing the 'what could have been' to 
perfection.

"Please keep your fingers in position and lean back, so I can 
have a good look."

She nodded her understanding. Her face was flushed, and it looked 
as if she was embarrassed, but we both knew it was from her 
building excitement and the anticipation of the moment. I knelt 
and, leaning in, took a good look. The moment evoked strange 
feelings; I was looking at a grown up woman, but it felt like I 
was looking at teenage girl flesh. The clean shaven labia, and 
the little bit of pubic hair on top of her mons gave that eerie 
effect. Gently I took the string to the tampon from her hand, and 
gave a gentle tug to get a feel, as if I was scared of hurting 
her. From the little pull I exerted, I knew she was deliberately 
squeezing her pussy muscles, giving the impression that it was 
stuck inside. I chuckled internally at her antics, but it was 
quite arousing when I thought about the situation, and how it 
could have turned out so many years ago if we both had been more 
experienced and daring. The thought sent a new surge of 
excitement, and I felt my cock throb with the sudden rush of 
fresh blood to my lower regions.

"Sarah, honey. It's kind of stuck there, and if I try to pull it, 
it will hurt you," I said softly.

She nodded, and her forehead crinkled with apprehension. She 
hesitantly asked, "W-What can we do?"

She was good.

"You need to relax, Sarah. You're too tense, and your little box 
is tense as well."

"This never happened before. I can't seem to relax."

"I think I can help you relax. But you have to trust me. I won't 
hurt you. Do you understand, Sarah?"

"I trust you, Mitch. What are you going to do?"

I gave a long, soft kiss, and asked, "Do you like kissing like 
this?"

She nodded with a smile.

"I'm going to kiss you like that... down there. Do you think you 
will enjoy that?"

"Some girls say their boyfriends do something like that. Isn't it 
dirty or gross?"

"No, Sarah. It's not dirty. You're beautiful down there, and I 
would love to do that for you. It will feel great and make you 
relax. May I try? Please?"

She nodded hesitantly, and her color deepened, caught in the 
excitement of the moment. Then she asked, "You're going to make 
me cum with your mouth, aren't you?"

At her question, I looked at her and said, "Yes, Sarah. I would 
like to try to do just that. Can I have another kiss before I 
start?"

I rose up without waiting for her answer, and she grabbed my 
head, locking her lips without hesitation. We enjoyed a clumsy 
kiss, like teenagers, but the effect was magic. When our kiss 
ended, she was breathing hard, but more relaxed and excited.

I knelt down in front of her splayed legs, gazed at her pussy, 
and mumbled, "You're beautiful, Sarah. I think you'll taste sweet 
as well."

First, I touched her flesh with my lips softly, and then slowly 
started to lick the inner lips, from bottom to top. Despite the 
tampon she was juicing up plenty. After a few licks I looked up, 
and she had her eyes closed, panting softly, her nose flaring. 
Sensing that I stopped attending to her pussy, she opened her 
eyes, and looked at me.

"Do you like it?"

Her answer was much more enthusiastic than her earlier replies. 
"It feels good. You really don't mind doing that?"

"Sarah you taste great. Just as I hoped. I'm really going to 
enjoy doing this. Just close your eyes and enjoy yourself. It 
will feel much better in a short while."

She closed her eyes, waiting for me to continue, her breathing 
getting heavier. I started to lick her again, while applying 
little pulls to the string, tugging at her tampon to stimulate 
her channel, but softly enough so that the tampon stayed inside 
her. After a while, she started moaning, and she removed the hand 
which held her labia open, letting my hand take over. When I 
looked up, she had her hand under her sweater, busy playing with 
her tits. When I started to lick around her clitoris she gave a 
soft scream, her thighs starting to tremble, and her hips working 
to get more of my tongue action on her pussy.

I kept teasing her, instead of trying to bring her over, and her 
screams changed to needy wails. I wanted her to ask for it. 
Finally, she couldn't help herself and she started to beg, 
"Please, Mitch... it's so good... please, do me... do it to me... 
I'm almost there. Make me cum."

I stopped what I was doing, and looked at her. When she felt me 
stop, she opened her eyes. She was needy, but not like the last 
time, and she still had her wits. Falling back into her role, she 
begged, "Please, Mitch. You promised you would kiss me there 
until I cum. Please. Do it."

"I will, Sarah. I want you to pull up your sweater. I want to see 
your tits."

She acted a bit self-conscious and shy, when she heard my 
request, but when I didn't continue to lick and kept teasing her 
with my fingers, she lifted her sweater up, displaying a 
beautiful set of tits. They were perfectly shaped, firm, slightly 
pendulous due to their size but without being saggy. They were 
conical towards the tip. A set of pink, very erect, puffy nipples 
adorned the tips of them, standing at attention in the middle of 
crinkly, darker areola.

"They're beautiful, Sarah."

They begged to be kissed, so I rose up to lick from the underside 
to the top, and circled the nipple before sucking it, getting a 
nice moan for my efforts. Repeating the same action on her other 
breast, I moved for a kiss and we had a hot and wet kiss, Sarah 
licking her juices from my lips and then sucking my tongue. My 
finger was busy at her pussy, playing with the hood of her 
clitoris, trying to keep her on edge, making her gasp and pant 
into my mouth. After the kiss, I revisited her tits, before 
traveling further down to her pussy, leaving a wet trail, while 
my hands took over from where my lips left, at her tits, playing, 
kneading and teasing her flesh, pulling on her nipples.

Back at her pussy, I gently sucked her clitoris, which had come 
out from its protective hood. As I had noticed before, it was 
pretty large, like a small penis. I wondered if that's why she 
was so hot and horny. As I sucked her clit, her hips came up, 
thighs trembling, and she started to wail her pleasure. Keeping 
one hand on her tit, I moved my other hand down to pull on the 
string to stimulate her, as she neared her peak. The combination 
of my efforts sucking and licking her clitoris, and the rhythmic 
pull I applied on the string had her on the brink in a few 
minutes. Wrapping the excess length of the string around my 
finger until I felt the bottom of the tampon at the tip of my 
finger, I got ready to bring her over.

I started to lick around her clit in circles, then applied gentle 
suction and nipped it very lightly a few times, while I started 
to work her nipple, which had swelled between my fingers. As she 
screamed her release, I started to pull the tampon with the 
string and pushed it back with the tip of my finger, while 
sucking her clit, driving her crazy, her short but sharp screams 
echoing off the tiled walls of the bathroom. As her screams 
tapered off to occasional moans, I slowly pulled the tampon, 
drawing out the last dregs of pleasure from her trembling, 
shaking body. As the tampon came out, it was followed by a little 
flood of her juices trapped behind it. Taking care not to over 
stimulate her clitoris, I locked my lips around her labia and 
worked my tongue at the entrance to her channel, with occasional 
swipes along the length of her slit, reaching her clitoris. She 
started to thrash again, but, to my surprise, I didn't have much 
difficulty keeping up with her movements. Then I realized one of 
my knees was on the crotch of her jeans and panties, pooled 
around her feet, effectively trapping her into position. She had 
no way to escape my attention, except wiggling her ass or raising 
it up a limited distance.

Since she was still hot, and moving along to a second orgasm, I 
decided to go the whole distance. I dropped the tampon on the 
floor, and slowly worked a finger into her channel vacated 
recently by the tampon, while my tongue got busy over the hood of 
her clit; the bottom of my tongue making gentle swipes over the 
hood and exposed part of her clit. Adding a second finger, I 
rotated them and formed a hook, searching for her ON switch. I 
was pretty careful, after the experience I had had with Dana in 
my first test of that technique. I didn't want to lose a tooth or 
get my lips cut with a sudden reaction. Still, when I first 
touched it by accident, Sarah lurched up. Luckily her movements 
were very much restricted by her pants and my knee.

My upper body prevented her from locking her legs around my head, 
even though she tried to close her legs instinctively. As I 
rubbed her special spot, she tried to take a deep breath, 
probably to scream her head off, however she was having 
difficulty breathing, panting and gasping. For a moment I was 
scared she would faint from lack of oxygen. The way she 
struggled, and thrashed on the toilet seat, the way her body 
trembled, made me wonder if she was slowly suffocating. Just as I 
was deciding to give her a break, I felt her diaphragm expand, 
and a few seconds later she exhaled slowly, with a wail that 
sounded like a wounded animal. She tried to push me away from her 
pussy, but I wanted to drag out her pleasure. I eased my rubbing 
but kept up on her clitoris. Her fingers grabbed my hair, pulling 
me hard against her pussy and she shrieked. A few seconds later, 
her fingers relaxed their hold, and I eased up on her clitoris 
which was starting to recede back under the hood. I kept rubbing 
her spot, trying to keep her at the peak, but her channel was 
gripping my fingers hard, fluttering and made it difficult to 
keep in position. I tried slow strokes as she started to come 
down, feeling her snug channel work its magic, trying to suck the 
invaders in, and swallow them. Her belly kept trembling, the 
stomach muscles doing double time, flexing with the after effects 
of her orgasm.

I kept kissing and licking her inner lips and labia, as I 
withdrew my fingers, releasing another small flood of her juices. 
I was amazed by the amount of fluids she seemed to produce. When 
I looked up, her back was on the small reservoir, her had thrown 
back, resting on the wall, and her eyes were squeezed shut from 
the pleasure. She was breathing hard, but it was slowing down. 
For a moment I felt guilty that I worked her body so hard, but I 
was sure she enjoyed herself, and the fantasy play probably 
enhanced her experience. I knew I enjoyed the whole thing. If we 
had able to do something when we were young, we probably would 
have messed it up. Now, it had been perfect. I realized I still 
had one hand on her tit, and was squeezing her flesh hard in my 
excitement, trying to pleasure her as much as possible, so I 
eased my hold and caressed the soft flesh gently trying to sooth 
it. When I lifted my hand off her tit, I saw the imprint of my 
fingers. I must have been squeezing it quite brutally.

I rose up and slowly kissed her belly, making my way back to her 
tits, and paid extra attention kissing her bruised tit, before 
moving to kiss her. When she felt my face near her and smelled 
her own womanly scent on my lips, my moustache and beard, her 
nose flared, and her eyes opened. I waited until she managed to 
focus on my face. Even though she had two hard orgasms, she 
seemed to feed on the pleasure. There was still unburned passion 
in her eyes, softened quite a bit with the pleasure she had 
experienced. She would be ready to go again in a short while, 
unless of course her heart gave out under the strain. For a 
moment I was taken aback by her appetite and energy, scared that 
she would eat me alive during the night. However, it was a short-
lived fright, her lust turning me on and my own unsatisfied lust 
rising up, overcoming the fear.

_I think this is going to be one memorable night. I wonder if 
we'll survive each other or this experience._

As she regained control of her breathing, she licked her lips, 
and then asked, "God, what were you trying to do? Kill me?"

"Did I hurt you?" I asked.

"No."

"I told you I wouldn't hurt you, but I would try to make you 
come," I teased her.

"You rat. You call that trying to make me come? I was dying. I 
thought my heart would burst or get sucked out of my pussy."

"I'm glad you enjoyed yourself, Sarah," I replied softly.

She was going to give me a snappy reply, but then her expression 
softened, and she kissed me. "Thank you, Mitch. It was exquisite. 
It was beyond my expectations. It wouldn't have been anywhere 
close if we had done something, anything, at the time; 
inexperienced and shy as we were then."

"I enjoyed it as much as you, Sarah. As you said, I doubt I would 
have been able to bring you pleasure then. Thank you for giving 
both of us the opportunity."

We shared a long kiss, and she worked her tongue inside my mouth, 
working me up. The way she worked her lips and tongue, she was 
letting me know that she was going to suck me dry. Just the 
thought of her lips wrapped around my cock was enough to drive me 
crazy, after the way she kissed.

"Don't you feel thirsty? I think you should have a glass or two 
of water. You lost a lot of fluids," I reminded her.

"Thanks to you, there isn't a drop of liquid left in my body," 
she retorted. "I love tasting myself on your lips, on your 
tongue. It makes me horny."

Putting her words into action she kissed me again, licking my 
lips and collecting her oils from my moustache. I moved my hand 
to check her pussy, and I felt her moisture seeping between the 
open lips of her labia, surprised again by how she seemed to 
produce so much liquid. She felt what I was doing, and smiled, 
and when I showed her my wet finger, she said, "OK. You don't 
have to rub my nose in it. I might have some fluids left in my 
body."

"I'd rather rub my tongue in it," I quipped, before adding, "I'm 
not saying anything. I'm just surprised how wet you are, not that 
I'm complaining. It's quite a turn on."

"Yeah, stud. You make me wet my panties," she retorted. Then, she 
took my hand, and licked my fingers that had been in her pussy, 
sucking them clean, while giving me a lecherous smile.

In a more serious tone she said, "It helps during sex. I'm lucky 
that I'm not excessively wet during normal times. It can be a 
problem, causing a yeast infection or something if I'm not 
careful. Sometimes, I have to use a tampon or a panty liner, but 
except when I'm hot and horny I'm not that wet."

"Well, you were hot and horny, but I didn't see any panty liners 
or tampons tonight," I asked, my curiosity getting the better of 
me.

"Ahh. That's a secret. I wanted you to feel and smell a woman in 
heat. I told you I lusted after you and I pulled all the stops, 
except..."

"Except?"

"After what Kathy told me, I promised myself I wasn't going to 
try anything, if you said no because of your girl friend. Fun is 
fun, lust is lust, but friendship and love are too important to 
throw aside because you want to have fun or satisfy your lust. I 
admit I worked you up, but I didn't hear anything from you asking 
me to slow down. I love you, Mitch. Not as in romantic love, but 
as a considerate lover, bed partner, and as my best friend's 
brother. I promised you one night, but until I find my own man, 
you have a standing invitation to share my bed. I could really do 
with a partner like you, but that's something for later, and is 
solely at your discretion. I'm not going to harass you with it. 
Not after what you did. We still have the whole night, and early 
morning to sate our thirst." She finished with a tingling laugh, 
her shaking breasts catching my eye, and reminding me the painful 
hard-on in my pants.

"Can you get me a glass of water. I'm really thirsty, and if I 
try to slake my thirst on something else, I'm afraid I won't 
leave anything in you for the rest of the night," she quipped.

Unfortunately, there was no cup in the bathroom. I had taken the 
only one to her bedroom early on. So, I went to the kitchen and 
grabbed a big glass, and a bottle of water from the fridge, and 
returned to the bathroom. I knew she wanted to complete the whole 
scene from the past with a blowjob in the bathroom, before we 
retired to her bedroom for the rest of the festivities, which 
suited me fine. I was close to bursting out with need also, the 
excitement of the whole scene, and pleasuring her kept me from 
focusing on my own needs. However, knowing what was coming made 
me realize my own pent up lust.

After she finished two glasses of water, she was looking forward 
to the next phase of our little scenario. Sitting up, she pulled 
me close, unbuttoned my jeans, and pulled the zipper down. Then 
with deft little moves she slid my jeans and boxers down, 
releasing my hard cock.

The tip was already wet, leaking some precum and she gave a quick 
lick, tasting it, before looking up at me. "You're pretty close, 
aren't you?" she asked.

"Yep. I got worked up pretty good. I don't think I'll last too 
long."

"Hmm... I don't want you to shoot off too soon. I can take the 
edge off, but..."

"But?"

"It involves a little bit of pain, and I don't want to do that 
just because I want to enjoy sucking you longer."

"What kind of pain?"

"A little flick on your testicles, and I will also press at the 
root, but that doesn't really hurt. The flick on the testicles 
will hurt, momentarily, and as a man you should know how 
sensitive the testicles are. I don't really want to do that 
Mitch, just to enjoy sucking you. I think you will enjoy it 
whether it's short or long. But, I know I will give you a lot of 
pleasure if it is longer. As they say, no pain, no gain. Your 
call."

She was smiling when she said it, but I could sense her unease 
and a bit of guilt mixed with what she was suggesting. To ease 
her nerves I kissed her, and then said, "I choose the pain, 
Sarah. We didn't wait this long to waste the opportunity."

On the outside I was calm, but my insides were churning a bit 
with apprehension. I knew she wouldn't hurt me. After all, she 
was a doctor, and knew about pain, and male anatomy. I was going 
to discover how much she knew about male anatomy later.

"Give me another kiss, Mitch," she said, and as I was bending 
over, she flicked with her finger sharply at my testicles, 
catching me with surprise. The pain was sharp, and since I wasn't 
expecting it, I grunted, although it wasn't as bad as I thought 
it would be. Then she pressed at the root of my shaft, and 
combined with the after effects of the throbbing pain that was 
receding, they worked perfectly to take the edge off my immediate 
problem. I saw her eyes getting moist, and I shook my head. 
Leaning in whispered, "It wasn't that bad, Sarah. You distracted 
me nicely, and caught me by surprise."

Giving her a long kiss, I looked in her eyes, and she seemed to 
get over her initial discomfort.

"Are you going to kiss and heal me now?" I asked, with a grin.

That had the desired effect, eliciting soft laughter. "Oh, yes. 
I'm going to play doctor with you."

For the next twenty minutes, she tortured me with her velvet 
mouth and tongue, taking me to the edge then back several times. 
After the first ten minutes my legs were shaking, and after 
another five minutes, I was gritting my teeth. Her tongue was 
hard, and rough, her mouth sucking hard, then her tongue was 
light as a feather, the suction soft, teasing, the lips 
caressing, their touch almost non-existent, sliding over the 
length of my shaft. She got my balls simmering then almost 
boiling, before she let them cool off to get them simmering 
again, taking me to the edge over and over. I've never been 
tortured in such an exquisite manner. Changing her position, she 
aligned her throat and opened it up, swallowing my cock 
completely to the balls, the glans lodged inside her throat, as 
she worked her muscles there, working on the sensitive underside 
of the glans and all around it. Pulling out, she applied soft 
teasing suction, and repeated her deep throating. When she felt 
me draw close, she eased up on her ministrations, or pressed at 
the root of my shaft.

When I looked down, I saw her watching me closely, enjoying the 
torture she was putting me through, her eyes laughing, teasing. 
She was having a great time making love to my cock. As I gritted 
my teeth, feeling the simmering in my balls slowly coming to a 
boil again, she eased up on her suction, and started to deep 
throat me. When I drew even closer, she went back to applying her 
lips gently around my shaft, sliding it between them, over her 
tongue, while she gently sucked. She used her fingers of one hand 
on my shaft, milking my shaft, while her other hand cradled my 
balls, rolling my nuts, and tickling my sack. Her tongue kept 
teasing the sensitive underside, helping to milk my cock. When 
she released me from her lips for a moment, I caught sight of my 
dick. The head was an angry looking purple, swollen, and after a 
tentative lick around it, she took it in her mouth again. My legs 
were starting to shake with the strain, and I was getting 
desperate to come.

Little by little, she drew my pleasure out, her tongue and mouth 
became ever softer, teasing. I knew when I came it was going to 
be special. I just hoped my legs didn't give up first. As the tip 
of my cock hardened more, getting ready to unload, and the little 
hole flared open, she must have felt it throbbing with urgency, 
because the next thing she did was to use her tongue to play with 
the hole, making my balls lurch. Returning to caress the 
underside of the glans, and applying a soft suction, she pushed 
me over the edge. As my come traveled along the shaft, she moved 
her lips over it, letting the underside of my shaft slide over 
her tongue, all the way to the tip, while fondling my balls, and 
making me pump out more. I burst hard and fast in the first few 
seconds, and filled her mouth. She quickly swallowed, before 
continuing with her gentle suction and tongue action to the 
rhythm of my bursts, while playing with my balls, milking the 
rest of my come gently, with exquisite slowness out of my shaft. 
All my feelings were concentrated at that single point in my 
body.

I wasn't sure how long it continued, but she kept up her actions, 
without making me overly sensitive, and it felt like I was 
pouring my insides through my cock. When I stopped pumping, and 
the outflow turned into a trickle, I let out a heavy groan 
through my clenched teeth. As I relaxed my jaw, it hurt, as if it 
was sore, and I realized I must have been gritting my teeth. When 
I managed to gather myself a bit, I realized my cheeks were wet. 
The pleasure had been too much, making me squeeze my eyes shut, 
forcing tears. I tried to massage my jaw and wipe my tears, but 
my legs were shaking like hell, and I was ready to collapse. 
Sarah was cupping my ass trying to support me, while she gently 
nursed on my cock, trying to get the last bit of cum trapped 
within the seminal canal, by milking it along the length of it. 
To steady myself, I had to hold onto her shoulders for a few 
minutes. When I caught my breath, I realized she still had me in 
her mouth, letting my cock rest without stimulating it.

God, the way she sucked me was incredible, and I wondered if I 
would be able to get it hard again tonight. I wiped the tears, 
and massaged my jaw, opening and closing my mouth, trying to 
loosen the muscles.

When she felt I was back to myself, she released me from her 
mouth and looked up. I could see specks of my cum around her 
lips, and chin. Probably my initial explosion had overwhelmed 
her. I had felt the force of the first bursts. At the time, I 
thought my balls would eject from the shaft; it had been that 
intense, even though she had been gently milking my cock as she 
took me over the edge.

Holding onto her shoulders, I knelt in front of her, my legs 
still unsteady after the experience. Once my knees were firmly on 
the floor, I kissed her, hard, then softly. I could taste myself 
in her mouth and on her tongue, but after the pleasure she gave 
me, I didn't mind. When we surfaced, she was smiling, satisfied 
with the pleasure she had given me.

"I thought you wanted to leave something for the rest of the 
night."

"This was just to take the edge off, Mitch," she teased.

"God, Sarah. I thought my balls would melt down and you'd be 
sucking them. One day I want to have children, if you let me keep 
my balls."

"Good. That's almost how it felt with what you did to me."

"So, this was a pay back."

"Ahh, Mitch. After the pleasure you gave me, I wanted to return 
it. Now, we'll take a short break, and I'll feed you a little 
snack to get your strength back."

"You're going to kill me tonight, aren't you?"

"Me? No way. I'm not going to risk that. Not with Kathy watching 
over you. She'd skin me alive," she retorted. "But, you can kill 
me. I'd rather have you kill me than get skinned by her. I'm 
looking forward to your tender mercies."

We shared several kisses, and I teased her breasts, before she 
pulled the hem of her sweater down. Finally catching our breath, 
we pulled up our underwear and jeans, before going to the 
kitchen. I was going to wash my face, but seeing Sarah hadn't, I 
decided to follow suit. It would be dirty, and decadent to sit in 
the kitchen smelling of each other. Taking my shirt and jacket 
off had been a lucky decision, otherwise, back at Kathy's place, 
I would have been a constant target of her teasing about how I 
smelled. If tonight's teasing was an indication, there was no 
need to supply more fuel to the fire.



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CHAPTER - 16: Around the World...



When we were in the kitchen, Sarah prepared two cups of hot 
chocolate with a large piece of pure chocolate on the side, then 
went about making sandwiches with peanut butter and honey, before 
joining me on the table. We finished the hot chocolate and she 
prepared another cup, before we started on the sandwiches. I had 
not noticed it before, but the kitchen was very warm, even with 
my undershirt on. It became clear when she casually took of her 
jeans, and her sweater, looking at me. When I raised an eyebrow, 
she smiled.

"I put the heat up a little bit. You don't feel hot?"

"Yeah, it's hot. I thought it was from the hot chocolate. So, 
what's next in the agenda?" I asked, grinning.

"Nothing special. Just me, over and over again. Did you ever read 
_Around the World in 80 Days_?" she asked.

Drawing a blank look with her strange question, she laughed and 
explained, "I have my own version, _Around Sarah in 80 Ways_. I 
think you'll enjoy the read, or whatever."

I was almost on the floor, laughing hard at her twisted sense of 
humor.

When I collected myself, she said, "I want you to get 
comfortable. Get naked, then we'll eat."

Not one to disappoint a lady, I stood up and shed my clothes, 
while Sarah took off her panties as well. She motioned me to 
place the chair sideways to the table, and waited until I sat, 
then she sat on my lap, straddling me. She rose up a bit, to 
position my semi-hard cock between her thighs, rubbing against 
the lips of her pussy, and settled down. She fed me the 
sandwiches, bite by bite, pampering me, teasing me, and taking a 
few bites herself. In the meantime, she was oiling my cock with 
her dripping juices. I wanted to tease and work her up more, so 
when the sandwiches were finished, I took a sip from my hot 
chocolate and before she could react, I lashed her nipple with my 
hot tongue. Her nubbin was already hard, but my hot tongue made 
it swell that little bit extra. Then I started to lave her tit, 
interspersed with sips from the hot chocolate, and finally 
settled for a long teasing suck of her nipple. Her juices were 
copious, and I felt wet to my balls. I turned my attention to her 
other tit. Reaching out for the little tube of honey, I squeezed 
a cold dollop of it on her tit getting a small shriek and a 
giggle, then taking a sip from the hot chocolate I laved her tit, 
while licking off the honey. I finished with gentle sucks and 
bites of her nipple, making her moan and pant.

The small kitchen table looked to be pretty sturdy. I had always 
wondered about sex in the kitchen, and things were going in the 
right direction. The only problem was, as usual, logistics, which 
was turning into a regular pain in the neck. The fucking condoms! 
So, I slowed my attentions. Sarah wasn't as far gone as she had 
been before, but she was pretty hot. When I slowed down, she 
realized something was not right, so we kissed, trying to cool 
off, but not too much. Then she gave me quizzical look.

"Protection," I said.

"Protection? You mean condoms?"

I nodded.

"I have some in my bedroom. Mitch, are you clean?"

Was I clean? I didn't know that. Until Dana I had been careful. 
In all my amorous escapades she had been the only exception, 
mostly because I had trusted her.

Seeing me in thought, she asked, "You had unprotected sex?"

I nodded.

"With your girlfriend?"

I nodded again, while thinking about the situation.

"Mitch, don't you know if she was clean or not?" she asked 
apprehensive, but she was worried about me.

"I... I don't know for sure if she was clean. We both trusted 
each other, because of certain things we shared about ourselves. 
I've not been very active and had always been careful about it. 
Except her, that is. She's not the promiscuous type, and she was 
an ex-nurse. She told me she was careful about it, and had not 
been active for a long time. I had reason... I have reason to 
believe her."

She gave me a soft kiss, cupping my face in her hands, then 
looking in my eyes, she said, "After what I heard from Kathy, I 
don't think you would have been involved with a cheap tramp. But, 
Mitch, you took an unnecessary risk. You realize that, don't you? 
It's easy to get a test done and enjoy yourself to the fullest 
afterwards."

Then she put her hands on my shoulder, watching me. I knew she 
was right. In fact, both of us had taken an unnecessary risk. I 
didn't have anything against condoms, considering the 
alternative, but the feeling of flesh against flesh was something 
special. Damn it, I had acted like a horny little kid, and even 
Dana had acted like a teenage girl, and she had nurse training 
and was older than me, more experienced and knowledgeable about 
those things. Why did she do what she did? How could she trust 
me? But that begged the same question, why did I trust her? Did 
we give into our lust? No, we had shared quite a lot during our 
talk, and we felt something for each other, enough not to put 
each other at risk. We had been true to each other. Both of us 
were not the types to give in to sudden impulses, although that 
was possible of course. But our past, our histories indicated we 
were both cautious, burned enough, hurt enough, not to inflict 
another hurt to each other.

"I think we better use the condoms, Sarah," I said, even though I 
was pretty sure I was clean. I didn't want her to worry about it.

She was watching me carefully, mulling something in her mind. 
"Mitch, how recent is your relationship, if you don't mind my 
asking?" she asked.

_Shit. I have another Kathy in my hands._

"Why do you ask that, Sarah? I told you I had unprotected sex. 
That makes me a risk factor."

"It makes you a risk factor, if you don't know your partner's 
sexual history, and health. And that's usually when you're just 
starting a relationship."

When I didn't reply, she continued, "Mitch, I don't want to grill 
you, OK? But what you're not saying tells me a lot. You must have 
met her very recently, and not known her for a long time, but you 
trust her. I know some things about you to understand that you 
don't give your trust to people easily. You brought up the 
protection yourself, so I know you're careful, even in the heat 
of passion. By the way, I'm very careful, too. I even got tested 
recently. Somehow you weren't careful with your girlfriend. Why? 
Unless, you have reason to believe her and trust her?"

"Yes, I do."

"Not only that, but she must have trusted you as well, unless 
she's not what she seems to be. And I doubt she's somebody like 
that. You said she was an ex-nurse, so that's another plus on her 
side. I'm just curious, Mitch. She must be something to steal 
your heart."

I wasn't going to ask why she thought Dana was something special, 
as I was afraid of what was coming after that. It felt like I was 
talking to Kathy, except this was Sarah, a very naked, beautiful, 
and dripping wet Sarah. It felt wrong to talk about another 
woman, when she was sitting on my lap, naked. When I didn't 
reply, she kissed me, and then continued in her soft, melodic 
tone.

"Kathy didn't tell me much, but I knew she was warning me about 
your past. That was before you met your new girl. She told me 
tonight, you were out of circulation. I'm not stupid, Mitch. I'm 
jealous of your new girl, however I'm not going to hold it 
against her. No. I just wish I had met the other one, the one 
that broke your heart. I would love to whip that bitch to make 
her pay for what she did to you."

"Sarah!" I said, sharply, without realizing my tone was very 
hard, almost dangerous.

For a moment she was taken back by my tone, instinctively 
recoiling, before she collected herself. I didn't want to 
frighten her, so I calmed down. I just couldn't believe the kind 
of talk I was having while she, a girl from my childhood and 
teenage years was sitting on my lap, naked. I felt like I was in 
the Twilight Zone. Her hands moved to cup my face, and she 
gripped me fiercely, surprising me with the strength in her hands 
and fingers. In that shocking split second, I realized, being an 
orthopedist, she had built up some strength. Otherwise, how were 
you going to set bones, even though you could get help from your 
fellow doctors? Looking at her naked form, there was no way I 
could tell she had the kind of strength she was displaying, but 
now, I saw her shoulders tense, and the muscles in her forearm 
become more pronounced. She had me in a secure grip, although she 
was being gentle. I wondered what was coming next. In contrast 
with the measured strength she was displaying, her gray eyes were 
soft, and moist with sadness. She kept her eyes on me, waiting 
for me to react. I relaxed myself further, trying to see what she 
would do. She didn't ease up a bit, but her eyes were getting 
more moist, and in a few minutes I was sure she would be crying.

"Listen to me carefully, Mitch. If I was a conniving little shit, 
I would do my best to steal you from--what's her name?"

"Dana," I whispered.

"From Dana. You're a lucky man for two, no, three reasons. First, 
Dana. I wouldn't do something like that to _any_ woman. Second, 
I'm not in love with you, although I love you, in a different 
way. And third, Kathy."

She gave a searching look to see how I took her explanation, and 
I gave a quick nod. She was mulling something in her mind, and 
after a short pause she said, "I need to ask something, Mitch. I 
don't know anything about what happened in the past, but your 
reaction tells me a lot. Please, don't take my question wrong, 
Mitch, but I'm wondering if Dana knows about your other girl?"

"Why do you ask that?" I responded.

"Because, you're my friend, Mitch, and based on your reaction I 
suspect you might have felt it necessary to talk about your past 
if your relationship is serious. I know that much about you."

She waited, challenging me to deny it, her expression changing 
very little. When I didn't deny or respond, she prompted, "I'll 
take that as a yes."

I wasn't sure what she was getting at, so I gave a short nod, 
confirming it.

"Thank you. That means she knows how you feel about that 
little... about your other girl. You must love each other, if 
you've talked about something you react to so strongly, and yet, 
she accepts you. Dana is a girl you've met and love," she said 
pointedly, pausing dramatically. "Kathy is your sister, your 
blood."

I knew that. From Kathy's reaction last night, she felt exactly 
the way Sarah had said. At least, I had started talking with 
Kathy. I wasn't sure if I would ever talk about the past or if it 
would be necessary, but it was too early for that.

"Sarah, I know I haven't talked much with Kathy, but it's getting 
better, and it's complicated. Kathy knows it, now. I'm not going 
to hurt my sister." Pausing, I calmly added, "I'm not going to 
hurt your sister."

Her grip didn't ease at all, but hearing what I said, she lowered 
her face and kissed me gently, then breaking the kiss she said, 
"Thank you, Mitch. This is between us. If you want to talk about 
your past, it will remain here. I hope nobody gets hurt, and that 
includes Dana as well."

Straightening, she released her hold, putting her hands on my 
shoulder, and continued. "As I said, I'm not a conniving little 
shit. I just wish I could say I'm not going to ask more from you 
than what you've given me tonight, after learning how complicated 
your life is. But, I have to be true to myself; I want you. 
Tonight, and any night you want me; no strings attached. However, 
after what I just did, and considering your situation, I'll 
understand if you don't want to do anything the rest of the 
night."

"I'm not going to hold it against you, Sarah. After all that is 
said and done, I'm more worried about hurting you. Let me worry 
about my life and my decisions."

"You're worried I might fall in love with you?"

I nodded.

"Mitch, I don't easily fall in love. I am too horny for my own 
good and too independent. Maybe it's because I got over my 
shyness late, and am trying to catch up. I have a little problem 
with some of the guys, the ones that see a blonde bimbo, only, 
instead of the other things. But I'm getting good at recognizing 
those annoying bugs. At least, a few of them have been fun in the 
bed," she replied with a lecherous grin.

"I'll settle down, eventually, but not now. Kathy and I are 
alike, but also different. Maybe that's why we get along so well. 
I'm pretty sure Kathy will locate the right guy for me before I 
do. Your sister looks after me. She always did, even when we were 
young. You're right, you know. She's my sister, the sibling I 
never had."

"As you are her sister."

"You knew that?"

"It's hard to miss it, when you did what you did, Sarah. But I 
can't afford latitude to either of you. Don't take it the wrong 
way, but you've both been allowed too much, already."

She was quiet for a while, thinking over what I said, but her 
gaze never wavered.

"Yes. You're right. I'm sorry. I didn't want to stir things up. I 
guess it's rubbed off on me from Kathy."

"I wonder how that happened?" I quipped, making her laugh and 
relaxing the atmosphere.

"Hmmm... OK, let's stir something else. Why don't you use that 
stick, and stir my insides?" she came back.

"I have twelve sticks. Which one are you talking about?" I asked 
with a grin, while displaying my hands with the fingers 
stretched, and extending my tongue.

Giggling, she replied, "The big one that I'm marinating."

"Oh, that one. Yeah, sure. Let me get some condoms."

"Mitch, no need for that."

"Sarah, I told you, I had unprotected sex."

"I know that, Mitch. I also know what I'm doing is against what I 
just preached, but we both know the score there. In fact, if 
she's the kind of girl she is, she'll be already making 
arrangements for a test. I could book an appointment for you, for 
Tuesday. Are you interested?"

"Yes, of course, but why?"

"Well, it will solve several problems. You'll be able to tell 
Dana and prove you're clean, and I'll be also in the clear after 
what I'm planning to do tonight. That will save me a new test, 
but I'm not concerned. I told you I got tested recently. Dana 
will probably respond in kind if she hadn't already done 
something about it."

"Why did you go to such lengths?"

"You're still scared of me falling in love with you, aren't you? 
Relax. I'm pretty active, but careful about it. If any of my 
partners want to have sex without protection I have to trust them 
that they won't engage in casual unprotected sex with somebody 
else. Even though some of them tested clean I still insisted on 
condoms. I did the test after my last relationship just to be 
sure. Since then, my only companion had been my battery driven 
friends. It also worked nicely for us. If you were a serious risk 
factor, I would get you tested and hope for a second try, but I 
was ready to settle for protected sex. I enjoy flesh to flesh as 
much as a man. After what Kathy was telling me and not telling 
me, I guessed you weren't very active and probably being very 
careful about it. You were a pretty level headed and cautious 
guy, when we were young. I guess I'm a lucky girl."

She was being very cautious about her sex life, but then she knew 
about the dangers more as a doctor.

Then, she quipped, bringing us back to the subject at hand... 
umm... the marinated cock under her ass. "I think the oven is at 
the right temperature and the meat is marinated properly. It's 
time to get cooking."

With a chuckle, I asked, "What are we cooking?"

"Stuffed Sarah, of course. What did you think?" she retorted, 
without skipping a beat, and making me laugh.

Getting serious, I asked, "You want to lie on the table or take 
the driver's seat and chauffer us?"

"Hmmm... Good question... Just sit tight and let me drive. When I 
get tired, you can take over."

She stood up, allowing me to pull the chair a bit further away 
from the table then straddled me again, guiding my cock slowly 
into her box, and lowered herself down, taking my whole length in 
a single stroke, and sat down on my lap. She was tight but not 
excessively, however, she was so wet, I had glided in without any 
difficulties. Holding onto my shoulder, she kissed me, and then 
started to rock herself, back and forth, stirring her insides 
with my cock. She kept the rocking motions and her wiggling 
interspersed with slow up and down motions. I cupped her ass 
cheeks and helped her with the up and down motions, as I couldn't 
do any moves myself due to the position except hunching up a 
little bit. The rocking motion was better, since I could 
contribute more, and that seemed to suit her as well. I wasn't 
sure how much stimulation she was getting from that back and 
forth, but it seemed to heat her up nicely.

She locked her hands behind my neck and leaned back offering her 
tits, and letting me pull and push her ass while she tried to 
rock back and forth. I started to work on her tits with my lips 
and tongue, sometimes nipping her nipples gently with my teeth, 
and she seemed to enjoy my attentions. After a while she pulled 
herself to my chest, plastering her tits against my chest and we 
kissed. Her breath was coming in short gasps and pants, and her 
pussy was starting to get active. She didn't have Dana's muscle 
control, and I realized she was getting closer to her orgasm.

"Can you take over? I'm close. I want to feel you stroke," she 
said.

I managed to get off the chair, with her hanging on my neck, and 
my hands supporting her, cupping her shapely ass. As I stood up, 
she wrapped her legs around my waist, and I took a step to the 
table, and gently sat her ass on the edge of the table. She 
released her lock around my waist, but kept her knees up, her 
feet urging me to start stroking.

While kissing deeply, I started to stroke into her, although I 
wasn't in a comfortable position. After the kiss, she half turned 
and pushed away the plate and our cups to the side of the table, 
and I gently draped her on the table. She shivered as her back 
made contact with the cold surface. Hooking her legs on my arms, 
I lifted them, but she put her ankles on my shoulders, allowing 
me a better position. While running my hands over her legs from 
her feet down to the top of her thighs, I took long, slow 
strokes, enjoying the way her tits shook. After a few minutes she 
closed her eyes, and started to pant and moan. Leaning over, I 
teased her tits, while stroking her at a steady pace, watching 
her reaction carefully.

As my strokes became more powerful, her hands gripped the edge of 
the table, to prevent her body from sliding. The surface of the 
table had become slippery from her sweat. A small puddle was 
forming on the floor with her juices dripping from her ass at the 
edge of the table, and my balls were wet. Every time I stroked 
in, we could hear the wet slapping sound. Getting a good purchase 
on the edge of the table, she started throwing her ass at me, 
using her feet and ankles on my shoulders as support. I was 
surprised with her energy, but was enjoying it very much. I moved 
my hand to the top of her pussy, and started to work on her 
clitoral hood, pressing down, and massaging it. With the extra 
stimulation she started to falter in her efforts, and began 
moaning. I increased the pace of my stroking and felt her pussy 
go crazy, accompanied by a soft moan that turned into a wail.

Even though she had sucked me off expertly, and had taken the 
edge off, I found myself getting close. I wanted to hold out to 
continue and make her cum a second time, but I realized I was too 
far gone to be able to stop myself. The visual stimulation was 
too much. After so many years, I had this beautiful girl's body 
draped on top of the table, shaking and trembling in orgasm, and 
screaming her pleasure. How many times had I imagined her body 
under mine while masturbating to the images conjured up in my 
mind's eye? As her pussy started its involuntary milking action, 
I gave in to the physical stimulation, without trying too hard. I 
kept up the long strokes to keep pleasuring her, and her milking 
action carried me over. After the first strong bursts, I stroked 
hard and deep, and stayed inside her, while working my thumb over 
the top of her pussy, and pumped the rest of my cum into her, 
while teasing and pulling on her nipple.

It was something to watch her come; her chest, neck and face 
flushed deep red, her body thrashing on top of the table, eyes 
closed, and a soft moan escaping her half open lips. As she 
started to come down, I eased up with my massage of her clitoris, 
and stroked her belly, feeling the tremors, and my other hand 
stroked her tits, running over them softly, before I caressed her 
cheeks. Slowly she opened her eyes, which had a soft and 
lethargic look, instead of the burning passion and lust she had 
had the last few times. However, the gray color was tinted with a 
strange hue, and I realized she still had more lust hidden 
beneath that lethargy. I ran my hands from top of her thighs to 
her feet, feeling the trembling in her legs; the after effects of 
her fading orgasm coursing through them, the muscles tired from 
the strain.

I moved her feet off my shoulder, supporting her legs on my arms 
under her knees, spreading her legs comfortably, and leaned in to 
kiss her. We had to break our kiss several times, because she was 
still out of breath. She was also starting to squirm, and I 
realized the edge of the table must be biting hard at her ass, so 
straightening up, I eased her along the length of the table, and 
getting a grateful look for my efforts.

"It was starting to hurt. I didn't feel it before, but now, it 
was getting uncomfortable."

I leaned over her body, and she wrapped her legs around my waist, 
and locked her feet on my lower back, securing me over her. We 
kept kissing and caressing each other, enjoying the feel of each 
other's body. For the first time, I noticed how her eyes changed 
color, perhaps because of the angle the ceiling lights hit them; 
she had blue-green tints distributed unevenly, even though the 
gray was the predominant color. As I looked at her, I could 
hardly believe that I had just finished making love to this 
beautiful girl, who had been a good friend, but also the leading 
star of my masturbation fantasies.

_Maybe there's a God somewhere, after all._

Now, I understood better, what it was like to fantasize and then 
have your fantasies realized. I hadn't thought of Sarah over the 
years, but she had. Compared to what I felt now, what she felt 
must have been much more. I could understand why she had reacted 
the way she did in her bedroom.

"What are you thinking, Mitch?" she asked softly.

I didn't realize I was lost in thought, until I heard her 
question.

"That there was perhaps a God, after all," I replied, with a 
small smile.

When she heard it, she smiled back. "I guess. If I had known he 
was around and listening I would have come with a list," she 
quipped.

"I think you come quite vocal, Sarah, not with a list. If he 
heard your screaming, he would be deaf by now," I retorted.

She started to laugh, and I felt her quivering tits rub against 
my chest, exciting me.

When her laughter subsided, she said, "I don't believe how much 
we both changed, Mitch. Here I am, freshly fucked and we're 
trading jokes. I would have never imagined something like that."

"I guess that's what happens when a clown and a beautiful singer 
who butchers songs with an awful voice get together," I quipped, 
making her laugh again. This time however, she was laughing too 
hard and I got dislodged from her snug and juicy pussy.

"Damn. You see what you did?" she complained good naturedly.

Then, we heard a soft splatter, the unmistakable sound of trapped 
fluids dripping on to the floor, joining the small puddle that 
was already there.

"Nope, but I heard it!" I quipped.

She shrieked before starting to laugh again. When she calmed 
down, we kissed, this time with a gentle passion.

"You are fun, Mitch. You were such a quiet, shy boy, and now... I 
still can't believe the trick you pulled at the door, and then in 
the kitchen."

"I'm not sure what I pulled can be called a trick, but a prick," 
I said, giving her a mischievous look.

She tried to hold herself from breaking into laughter, but 
started to shake again in amusement.

"Give me a break, Mitch. I plastered the floor with our juices, 
but I don't want to pee."

"Our juices, OUR JUICES..." I intoned, with a feigned 
indignation.

"Stop it, you rat! I'm going to pee the whole place down."

"Hmmm... Golden showers? I heard about them, but never 
experienced them. Kinky!" I teased.

"Please, don't. I'm really going to pee the place," she said, 
trying to control her laughter, and I realized, she was serious.

So I kissed her, while caressing her to calm her down.

"You want to get up?" I asked.

When she nodded, we disengaged, and I helped her to her feet, 
being careful not to let her step onto the puddle and slip. When 
she looked down, she was surprised, and chuckled in amusement, 
and she was still dripping our juices, her thighs had wet tracks.

"Why don't you run a bath for us, while I clean the table and 
floor?" I asked.

"Just give me a few minutes, and I'll do it, Mitch."

She looked like she needed to visit the bathroom.

"Come on, Sarah. It's no big deal. Do you want to stay here and 
water the floors?" I quipped.

"Don't. You rat."

"I can tickle you, you know, if you stay here a bit longer," I 
teased. Then with a serious tone, I added, "Sarah, I really don't 
mind it. Go ahead. While you're there, draw us a hot bath."

Seeing I was serious, she nodded her agreement, then gave a soft 
kiss, saying, "You're a dear, Mitch. Check the fridge. There 
should be a bottle of champagne. When you're finished, bring it 
over."

"Umm... Do you mind white wine instead of champagne?"

"Sure, much better. There should be a Chardonnay in there, 
somewhere."

When she left for the bathroom, I cleaned the table, the floor 
and the chair I was sitting earlier on. Satisfied everything was 
spotless, I rummaged in her fridge, and got the bottle of 
Chardonnay. I prepared a tray with the glasses and the wine and 
went to the bathroom. Sarah was sitting on the edge of the tub, 
waiting for it to fill. From the looks of her, she had washed 
herself before filling the tub. She reached and closed the toilet 
seat cover, so that I could set the tray on it. I filled the 
glasses and gave her one. The tub was almost half filled, so she 
stepped in, and sat at one end. I followed her, and she asked me 
to sit opposite to her. Once I was settled comfortably, she slid 
down, and put her feet on my chest, getting comfortable. With her 
tits still out of water, and her shapely feet on my chest, she 
wiggled her dainty toes, teasing my nipples. She knew how she 
looked and how to slowly tease and arouse. When the tub was 
filled up to her satisfaction, she reached for the taps and 
closed them.

Putting my glass aside on the floor, I took hold of a foot, and 
massaged it, making her moan with pleasure. When she closed her 
eyes, I played with her toes, and licked them making her shriek 
with surprise, her eyes opening. Her eyes were starting to 
glitter with lust again. She was not only a blonde bombshell but 
a simmering sex pot, already getting heated up by that little 
teasing, so I eased up, and returned massaging her feet and toes, 
sensually. While I was busy with her foot, her other foot was 
busy, teasing me, working up and down my chest and going all the 
way down to stimulate my cock. I was getting a nice stiffy from 
her attentions. After a while I switched to her other foot, as 
she continued to play with me using her foot. In the meantime, 
she was caressing her tits and teasing her nipples, giving me a 
visual banquette. When her nipples were as hard as they could 
get, her hand dived between her legs, no doubt to stir her honey 
pot. After several long minutes, she was getting worked up, so 
she slowed down, not to go too fast, and enjoy sharing the bath.

"Sarah, honey. Why don't you move over here?"

I sat up a bit, pulling my knees and spreading them, to give her 
a comfortable seat. She gave me her glass and I put it down next 
to mine on the floor, while she moved between my legs, with her 
back resting on my chest. My cock was trapped against the top 
part of her ass. As she rested her head on my shoulder, I started 
to massage her tits. Reaching around I took my glass and sipped 
my wine, while caressing and playing with her body.

"You know what, I can spend the rest of the night here, like 
this," she said softly.

"Are you tired?" I asked, surprised by her statement.

"Oh, no. I'm still horny, but this is nice. There are a few 
things we still have to do, but this is a nice break," she said, 
cryptically.

"What kinda things?"

"Oh, you'll see. There's no hurry." Turning her head, she kissed 
me, then asked, "Can you make me cum slowly?"

So I gently worked on her pussy. I didn't know what she was 
planning, however I didn't want to work her pussy hard and make 
it sore while trying to make her come. Feeding her sips of wine 
from my glass, and with occasional kisses, I worked her tits and 
pussy gently until she was on the brink. Before I could take her 
over, she stopped me. Raising up, she grabbed my already hard 
cock, and slid it inside her. Once she was settled down 
comfortably on my lap, I continued working on her pussy, and ever 
so slowly brought her over, feeling her pussy spasm, and a gentle 
orgasm coursing through her. The only sound she made was a quiet 
moan, as her body trembled and shivered. Unlike her other 
orgasms, this was protracted, and long, but not as strong or 
sharp as her earlier ones. When it was over, she sighed. We 
shared a long sensual kiss, then continued to drink our wine, 
finishing our glasses. I was still hard, throbbing inside her, 
but I was nowhere near coming. It was a pleasant feeling to be 
connected to her like that.



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