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— Brother and sister

Categories Diary, Incest, Mature

Author: Tonypen1096

Published: 09 October 2018

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Susan Smith, PhD, laughed, if a bit nervously, as she watched her colleague, Gabe Richards, as he skittered across the icy sidewalk, struggling to maintain his balance. Remarkably, he didn't drop any of the files he was carrying. Just as he reached the far side of the sidewalk, Sue felt her off side rear wheel fall into the pot hole she had successfully navigated around since it had appeared nearly two weeks ago.

She knew from watching other drivers the only way out was in reverse. She shifted gears, eased back out, made her way around the hole and into the faculty parking area. One of the perks of the small Midwestern school was assigned faculty parking. She drove to her space, coincidentally adjacent to that of the man she had just watched perform his impromptu ice ballet. Gathering her bag and brief case, she made her way into the Psych Building, carefully avoiding the black ice area Gabe's performance had warned her about.

When she had joined the faculty that Fall, she had been given an individual office, not much bigger than a large closet, one of several on the top floor of the building. She got off the elevator and turned toward her office, to meet the Department secretary. "Susan, thank goodness, I caught you," said the older woman.

"We had to move your office, yours and Gabe Richards'. The thaw over the weekend did something to the roof and created a leak. Part of the ceiling over your two offices came down. There doesn't appear to be any other damage in your office. We moved your desk, file cabinet and bookshelves to a double office down on five, five-o-seven, I believe. Just look for Gabe, he has the keys. You know him don't you?" Sue nodded.

The secretary went on, "He did his undergraduate work here, fifteen or twenty years ago, now, since he graduated. Met his wife here. Pity, about her. Well, I'm sure you two will get along for the rest of the semester. If you need anything, let me know." And she left the bewildered young assistant professor standing there.

Sue continued toward her old office, to see just what had happened. She found two workmen starting to remove the remains of her ceiling. Approximately a third of the plaster construction was spread over the visitor's area of her office floor. One of the workmen, the regular maintenance man for the building, saw and recognized her. "Hi, there, Dr. Smith. Guess we were lucky it happened over the weekend so nobody got hurt. We've moved your furniture and everything down to 5, into the grad student office next to the Behavior Lab. You'll be in with Dr. Richards; his office was on the other side of that wall," he said pointing to the wall across from the door. "His ceiling came down, too."

"Was there any other damage?"

"Just some water damage in the ceiling, including shorting out the lights on this side of the corridor. None of your stuff was damaged that we could see, just a little dust and debris. We brushed off the bigger pieces."

"Thanks, Hank. I guess I'll go meet my new office mate."


She found her new office with no problem. The door was open, Gabe inside, trying to arrange his area so it was comfortable and efficient. Sue walked in and watched him for a few seconds. She saw a good looking man, in his early forties, his hair just starting to show some silver at the temples. A bit bigger than average build, his carriage reflected time in the military.

She cleared her throat to get his attention. When he turned, she asked "Dr. Richards?" When he nodded, she introduced herself, "Susan Smith, I'm your new office mate." She smiled, then added, "I saw your ice ballet as you were coming in this morning. Do you suppose the gods are trying to tell you something, that, and then walking into this?"

"I doubt it. My gods aren't that subtle. If they had a message, they'd probably e-mail, or at least messenger pigeon it to me. Hi, glad to meet you at last. I've seen you around, but somehow, last semester, we never seemed to cross paths except at that awful President's faculty mixer."

Without seeming to check her out, Gabe saw an attractive, early 30-something, tall, dark haired, blue eyed, slim woman who looked more like one of her students, than a college professor. Her long oval face and big blue eyes made her look like a Modigliani painting, but Modigliani would never have painted that small of a bust, 34A+, maybe.

"The room is practically square, and the door is essentially midline, so I took the liberty of dividing the space by a line between the door and the middle of the windows. Since the window faces mostly north of northwest, neither of us will have to contend with a lot of glare. I had the workmen place your desk next to the window so you could face the door. If that's not satisfactory, I can help you move it. "

"That's fine, thank you. I might have to back it up just a little. I like to be able to reach my books without stretching or moving a lot. But I'll try this for a bit to see."

She looked at the gallery mounted photographs he was hanging on the wall. Some were landscapes, natural and surreal, trees and machines, oddly twisted and strewn about. Some were men, in uniform, in battledress, some twisted in pain, some lounging nude on an island beach. Some were women, all nude, featuring the play of light and shadow on their bodies or portions of their bodies, some in the studio, some in outdoor settings.

"These are great photos. Are they yours?"

"Yes. The men, and the battlefield pictures," he said, pointing to the surreal landscapes, "I took when I was in the service. I was a combat photographer. That was a bit of a misnomer, I never actually got to be in combat to take any photos; but when the fighting was done, and the enemy gone or captured, it was my assignment to record all the carnage I could.

"When I got out, I bought an RV, grabbed my wife and spent a year on the road, photographing all the beauty and grandeur I could find, from the Maine coast to California, from the Columbia River to the Everglades, and everything in between.

"I became fascinated with the interplay of light and shadow, and how we see light and dark. Then, when I listened to music, I found myself attending to the absences of sound as well as the sounds themselves. Pretty soon I was working on a graduate degree in Psych, concentrating on Perception, and here I am."

"Well, if you ever get tired of teaching, it looks like you could make a living with your camera."

"Thank you. The nudes did help pay for grad school. If I had to, I suppose I could again, but it's not something I would look forward to doing." In the hall, a bell sounded. Gabe looked at his watch. "Oops, I have a class. Maybe we could have coffee, or a drink later. I have to run; my class is in the Fine Arts Center. Later." And he was gone.

Sue laughed to herself, watching him hurry out the door. She looked around at her new office space. Considering that he had never talked to her before this morning, he had done a remarkably good job arranging her space. She found the nearby restroom and grabbed several paper towels, wetting about a third of them. Back in their office, she started wiping the dust and debris which the movers had left on their desks and bookcases.

She met her undergraduate Developmental Psychology class, mostly juniors, and announced the room change, with the caveat that, while her office hours were unchanged, for the foreseeable future, they would have to be by appointment only since she was now sharing an office. This minim of a change was met with no discernible response.

However, when she made the announcement to her graduate seminar, comprised of ten women, ages from 27 to 45, the response was quite different. Her seminar was cross listed with the School of Education, and most of the students were from there. One of the Psych students, an outspoken young black woman, asked if it was true she now shared her office with Gabe Richards.

"Yes, Dr. Richards and I are now room...I mean office mates."

The women tittered at her slip of the tongue. Rose, the black woman who had asked the question, broke in, "Susie, any time you want to trade offices, you can have my space." Laughter broke out, accompanied by nods from the other Psych students.

"Is he really that..." one of the younger Ed students started to ask.

Joyce, the oldest student in the seminar, from the School of Education, nodded as she interrupted, "He's even better today than he was as an undergrad, and he was something to see then. I was working on my Masters then, in Art Ed, and we had a photography class together. He was only a junior, but his final project just blew everyone away. It was a series of a dozen nudes, of the same woman, in the throes of a climax. All you saw was her torso, from her knees to her shoulder, but it was one of the most erotic series of photographs I've ever seen.

"It almost got him expelled because some of the older, non-Art faculty thought it was pornographic. The model came forward and said she was aware she was being photographed, and although you could see her mons, and her pubic hair, you couldn't see any part of her labia or her face. No single picture was objectionable, but the series as a whole, they said was prurient. Gabe challenged them to prove it, to put it to a campus wide vote of his peers.

"The complaint was withdrawn, but the traffic through the exhibition area for student art that year was the heaviest ever. I was there when he came to pick up the photos. I heard the instructor tell him he only gave Gabe a B+ for the project because if he had given him an A like he deserved, he would have had to keep the photos and archive them. The instructor said he didn't think Karen, the model, would like that. Then Gabe said, "That's fine, Jack, but in five years who'll give a fuck?" That was fifteen years ago and people still remember."

"I heard he married his model over the summer, finished his degree and went into the service. I was surprised to see him listed on the faculty in the Psychology Department. His undergrad degree is a Bachelor of Fine Arts."

"Maybe it will make sense when I tell you he teaches the Psychology of Perception and the Psychology of Art," Sue spoke up, taking back control of the class. "Now, besides the attractive Dr. Richards, what were we supposed to be discussing today? Rose?"


The new office mates crossed paths again shortly after four o'clock back in their shared quarters. Sue was gathering her stuff to leave when Gabe came in. "Leaving? Have time for a drink? If you do, wait a minute and I'll walk out with you."

Sue sat and watched as Gabe stowed his notes and papers from the day. "Good day?" he asked.

"Interesting day," she replied. "Yours?"

"I think you cursed me with that question about the gods trying to tell me some thing. When I got to my first class this morning, the power was out in the entire Fine Arts building so I couldn't use any of the slides I had planned. Then I was supposed to guest lecture in the Ed building for a class in Organizational Behavior, and when I got there, found the class had been cancelled because the instructor's wife was having a baby. And of course, because of the problem on the tenth floor, my Perception Lab had to be cancelled. Out of four classes today, three were snafued. I hold you responsible."

Sue laughed, a pleasant sound that sent a shiver of excitement down Gabe's spine, ending at his scrotum, and causing an unexplained surge in the area. "You're welcome. I hope you were able to make good use of the time."

He grinned. "As a matter of fact..." He stopped and looked at his desk and book cases. "Somebody has been in to clean," he said turning to look at her desk and her. She couldn't hide the blush. "Thank you."

"It's nothing. Just my yearly bout with the nesting instinct."

"Oh?" he said, smiling, "Is that good or bad?"

"I don't know. So far the only thing it has accomplished is to chase away a few insincere boyfriends. Usually it results in my moving, but since I just did that, it comes out as an urge to clean and cook." She cocked her head to the side. "You were telling me about your day."

Gabe shrugged on his coat. "Over that drink. It was so boring it needs a glass of wine to wash it down." He grabbed his case and stretched his hand out to help her stand. Sue felt a rush of warmth at the contact. Gabe had a chance to reassess the earlier sensation in his scrotum.

The first word out of Sue's mouth when she saw her car was a very unladylike, "Shit!" Her rear passenger tire was flat, the sidewall broken open. "Mother..." she stopped herself, remembering her companion, who was, in an ungentlemanly fashion, trying not to laugh.

"Do you have triple A?" he asked through his smirk. She nodded, not trusting herself to speak. Gabe pulled his cell phone from his coat pocket and accessed his call list. When the dispatcher answered, he gave them all the requested information, then asked if Gaudry's Garage, across from the college was still a AAA approved vendor. Learning that it was, he asked if they could be sent, since they were practically across the street. The dispatcher claimed they could not guarantee it would be Gaudry, but they'd try.

When AAA disconnected, Gabe immediately placed another call. "Jack, Gabe Richards here. How the hell are you? Yeah, couldn't stay away. Hey, I called to let you know I put in a call to AAA for a tow and asked for you. I'm in the Psych parking lot with a busted side wall on the off-side back tire. Okay, Jack. See you in a few." He turned to Sue. "The call just came in over his radio. He said he'd be here in five or ten minutes."

"Thank you. I hate dealing with cars. I grew up with three brothers and it was nearly impossible to get them out from under the hood."

"That where you picked up your colorful vocabulary?"

She blushed, sending that warm surge through Gabe's groin again. "No," she confessed, "believe it or not, I picked that up as a counselor at a church camp following my junior year in high school. We had a few kids and a couple of counselors from the inner city that year. They had as much influence on us as we did them, I'm afraid."

Just then they saw the tow truck pull into the lot, and waved for it. When Jack got out of the truck, he greeted Gabe with a hearty handshake. Gabe turned to Sue and introduced them. Sue gave Jack the keys to her trunk, telling him the spare was mounted under the car. He removed the crank and threaded it through the hole in the panel just above the rear bumper and engaged the axle operating the scissor mechanism holding the spare in place. He turned the crank, observing the progress of the spare tire. With a disgusted oath, he stood up.

"It's not working. I'll have to tow it to the garage. How long has it been since you've used the spare?" he asked Sue.

"I've had the car two years and never had to use it. The girl I bought it from I don't think used it in the two years she had it. She had to look in the manual to see where it was when I asked about it. Her father gave it to her new, so at least four years."

"Well, you need a new tire anyway. I can lube the screw, for you, so it works, and put on the new tire, but it probably won't get done until seven-thirty or so. I need to call around and see if I can find a tire that size with an all weather tread. Depending on the cost of the tire, it'll cost somewhere between $135 and $175."

Gabe coughed. "Holy shit, Jack! Does that include your usual 40% markup and $60 an hour labor. C'mon, she's a friend."

Jack glared at him. "If you weren't family..." He reached into his cab and extracted a calculator, punched a few numbers, then looked at Sue. "Ninety-five dollars, and you pick it up in the morning."

She looked at Gabe, then nodded, dumbly.

"Thanks, Jack. I really appreciate this," said Gabe, extending his hand. Jack looked at it, considering, then reached out and took it.

"Don't be such a stranger. Deb's gonna ask all sorts of questions I won't have any answers for. You know that. Why'n't you come out Sunday for dinner. Bring your girl," he said, nodding at Sue.

"She's just a friend, Jack. I'll see; have Deb give me a call some evening. It's the same phone number."

"How in hell did you manage that? Don't tell me, I probably don't want to know," he said, shaking his head as he started chaining Sue's small roadster.

"C'mon," Gabe said, drawing Sue to his car. "Let's get in out of the cold. He won't be long." They got into Gabe's vintage Olds Cutlass, which he started to get them warm. "He'll need your ignition key, and the trunk key, too, if it 's separate.

"Do you have a ride to work tomorrow? If not, I'll be glad to swing around and pick you up."

"Thank you, but I can't impose on you like that."

"It's no imposition if I offered. Really."

"Okay," she said, hesitantly. "But only if you let me cook you dinner tonight, unless you have someone else to see." She hoped she had interpreted Jack's reference to her correctly.

"Dinner will be fine. Give you a chance to exercise your nesting instinct."

She smiled, then laughed, with the same response in Gabe as earlier. "Damn," he thought. "What's going on? She's a cute kid, but she is just a kid. Hell, I've got to be, what, twelve, fifteen years older. Too much, that's for damn sure."


She directed him to a small market near her apartment where she picked up some Italian sausage, salad materials and Italian bread. In her apartment, she directed him to a small cabinet and asked him to choose some wine, while she put some water on for pasta. She selected some cans from her pantry, and other ingredients and soon had a delicious smelling sauce simmering on the back of the stove. She split the nearly day old loaf, spread it with soft butter and sprinkled it with powdered garlic and parmesan cheese, then popped it in the oven.

Gabe had successfully used the Rabbit and uncorked a nice Chianti he had found in the cabinet, and brought it and a pair of wine glasses to the table Sue was setting. He caught the aroma coming from the kitchen and suddenly realized how hungry he was.

Before he realized it, dinner was on the table and he was downing his second serving of penne with her version of Bolognese Sauce, a delicious salad with a balsamic vinaigrette and home made garlic bread. As he started to slow down in the middle of the second helping, Sue leaned back and said, "You were telling me about your day."

"Hmm? Oh, you had asked if I was able to use my time off to advantage. I cobbled together a proposal for a short summer course on perception and advertising, how what we perceive depends on what we're expecting, and how culture bound that is."

"How will you account for people's reactions to the unexpected factor? Like this afternoon, when I saw my tire was ruined, my immediate reaction was anger; yours, amusement, I'm sure at my display of anger, but still amusement at something that wasn't supposed to be there. Does your psychology of perception help explain that for the ad men who will come to your class?"

"Explain? Probably not, but it can help them take advantage of such situations, and maybe avoid the pitfalls by not using unexpectedly negative situations, or making better use of humor when they do." He finished wiping up the sauce and washed down the bread and sauce with the last swallow of wine. "This was delicious. I take my hat off to your nesting instinct."

"I thank you, sir and I'm sure my nesting instinct thanks you." She looked at him over her glass as she sipped the last of her Chianti. "May I ask a personal question?"

"You can ask; I won't guarantee an answer."

She nodded. "This morning, damn, was it only this morning, when Sarah told me I'd be sharing an office with you, she made the comment 'Pity about his wife.' and left it at that."

"And you'd like to know what she meant? Can I ask why?"

"Mostly so I don't venture into painful areas when we talk. I can see we have similar tendencies in humor. I don't want a joke to bring up memories of bad times. The rest is personal, call it curiosity."

He looked at her, leaning back in her chair, looking regal and touchable at the same time. For an unfathomable reason, he wanted to rush over and kiss her, all over her body. He swallowed, and began a story he hadn't visited in ten years, although he thought of his wife nearly every day.

As he spoke, he got up and went to her, holding out his hand, to help her up. Then he led her to the living area, to the sofa, where they sat at either end, facing each other. "I married Karen the summer before our Senior year. We were in school here, working on BFA's. Spring semester before that we had created a minor scandal because of a final project for a photo course I was taking.

"I loved her, I think, more than life itself. I would have done anything to make her happy... When my draft notice arrived, she made me go enlist so I could use my talent as a photographer to avoid becoming what she referred to as shell fodder. We even talked about moving to Canada, but she said she'd miss her family too much. You met part of them; Jack is married to Karen's sister.

"The only way to get what she wanted for me was to sign up for four years of active duty. She didn't care. Better absent than dead, she said... The years went fairly quickly. I did two years in a combat zone and then was transferred to an R&R station, and finally back here to the States most of my last year..." He paused, then, taking a deep breath, continued.

"That year, Karen had some problems with balance and we learned she had a brain aneurysm. She was put on some medication to control her blood pressure, and advised not to get over excited or to overexert herself...Things seemed to normalize for her...Our trip around the country was as much for her as it was to help me decompress.

" While I did my graduate work, she worked in an ad agency, where she became real good friends with another woman. Di had a real earthy sense of humor Karen seemed to appreciate..." He stopped again, closing his eyes, before continuing. "The day I defended my dissertation, Di and her husband, Lou, came over to help us celebrate.

"We had way too much to drink, and the girls got talking dirty, describing what they were going to do to us when they got us alone. Then Karen started telling Di what she would do if it were her with Lou. Di dared her to demonstrate. Lou and I were just sitting there laughing when Karen got up and started giving Lou a lap dance.

"Even from where I was sitting, I could see he had an erection. Karen got up, turned around and fell to her knees, reaching for Lou's belt. I knew right away something was wrong, but Lou didn't realize it. When I got to her, he had a wet stain on the front of his pants four inches in diameter. She was trying to say something. I got down close and heard her say, "Not his fault, tell him, not his..." and she was gone.

"Poor Lou." Gabe shook his head. "Drunk as he was, he must have thought he was to blame and didn't stick around. He ran and got in his car and tried to drive himself home. At the first corner, he ran into a parked car. He wasn't hurt, but was arrested for DUI. His insurance refused to pay for his car... Later, when I told Di about Karen's last words, she just broke down...Said that was like Karen, looking out for the other guy's feelings." Gabe's voice was thick with emotion.

Sue felt the tears spill over and run down her cheek. "I am so sorry, Gabe. She sounds like someone I would have enjoyed knowing. Thank you for sharing that."

"I think she would have liked you, too. You remind me of her a bit. Not physically, she was a slightly plump blonde, about 5 foot 2. But there's something...doesn't matter," he said, shaking his head.

"I should be going, or I won't get back here tomorrow. What time do you need to be at school?" He stood up, and got his coat.

"My first class is at ten, so anytime after eight and before nine thirty," she said, walking him to the door.

"Around nine, then?"

"That's fine," Sue answered, reaching up to give him a kiss on the cheek.

Gabe looked at her for a moment. "Have you heard about the Greek Valentine Ball for faculty?" Sue shook her head. "It's usually the Saturday closest to Valentine's Day. This year, Saturday is the fourteenth. Would you go with me, be my date?"

Sue started to demur, when Gabe interrupted. "Let me explain about the dance. It's not really required, but it is expected that the faculty will attend, with or without dates. The women faculty members who go can opt to have a consort assigned to them, either from the stag male faculty, or one of the senior class fraternity members.

"It is a tradition which goes back to WWII, when the graduating seniors were likely to be drafted upon graduation. It gave them a last fling, and gave the women faculty a chance to have a bit of innocent fun, since most of the men under 40 were in the service.

"Today, any woman can opt for a consort if she wants one, even those who come with their husbands, if there are enough seniors to go around.

"Women who go alone are given consorts first. You can avoid that, and give some other lucky woman a chance at a fumbling emotional teenager by going with me."

Sue laughed and Gabe wanted to grab her, to do nasty things with her. "Okay," she said, and kissed him, oh so lightly, on the lips. "See you in the morning," pushing him out the door.


The Ball was three weeks away, three weeks which were filled with the friendly, flirting banter of two people who find each other attractive, but are hesitant to examine that attraction. There were shared lunches, drinks after work, and a planned collaboration on a summer course, and possibly a research project. Subtract the attraction, and it became a friendly collegial relationship as often develops between people who share an office.

But neither could deny the attraction. Gabe was reminded every time she laughed that clear bell like laugh which seemed to summon his primal being, promising such delights they were beyond comprehension.

Every casual contact, every time he took her hand to help her up or out, every time he placed his hand on her back or waist to steady or guide her, sent a wave of warmth over Sue which always seemed to center itself in the nexus of her femininity. She knew the likely outcome of an evening dancing with Gabe, and, she admitted to herself, she was looking forward to it.

In the middle of the second week of their fledgling relationship, over lunch, Gabe told her that Jack's wife, Deb, Karen's sister, had called and invited them to dinner over the upcoming weekend. He stressed that, although she had been specifically included in the invitation, she should not feel obligated to accept.

She smiled that dazzling smile she had which seemed capable of lighting a ballroom all by itself. "After the way you twisted his arm to fix my tire for practically nothing? I wouldn't dare refuse. Besides, it'll give me a chance to learn all about your dark past. What's their phone number, so I can call and accept for us?" Grumbling, Gabe recited the number from memory.

Sue called Deb that afternoon and introduced herself. Both self assured extroverts, the two women hit it off right away and were soon chatting like old friends. They discussed the menu, and when she learned Deb was planning on serving prime rib, Sue volunteered to bring a couple of bottles of a good, if young, burgundy. She also asked if Jack liked port. Deb replied that she was the port drinker and that, while he'd drink it on special occasions, Jack preferred bourbon.

In the manner women can, Sue learned Deb and Jack had sixteen year old twins; they had married as soon as Deb was out of high school; they had visited St Louis and Chicago once or twice each, but both had decided they preferred their small city; every two or three years, their big adventure was a two week long trip to Door County in Wisconsin for their vacation, but their last trip there was now five years ago; that Jack was so busy in the garage he was usually ready for bed and sleep right after supper; and that Deb hadn't worked outside the home since the twins were born except for several short volunteer experiences.

When Gabe picked her up that Saturday, he nearly blew his load in his jockeys. Sue was dressed in form fitting boot cut jeans and what looked like a man's white shirt, tucked into the jeans, but there was no discernible line showing where the shirt tails ended; in fact, there was also no visible panty line.

Jack's reaction was similar when he saw the young professor walk in. Even Deb's eyebrows raised a bit. This did not look like her vision of the woman she had been chatting with for nearly an hour earlier that week. They went up a bit more when, after greeting Deb and giving the burgundy to Gabe to open, she immediately took Jack's arm and led him to the living room, carrying a bottle of something.

Sue steered Jack to the sofa and sat down with him, their knees touching. "Jack, I understand you are not particularly fond of port wine, but can tolerate drinking it now and then. Is that right?" He nodded, unable to speak, clearly already under her spell. "This is a very special port. It has the reputation of being able to separate any woman from her panties, when properly used. Are you interested?"

Jack's expression said 'Are you nuts? Yes!!' as he nodded. "I got the impression talking with Deb earlier this week that she used to be more vocal when you two had sex than she is now, so you might want to get rid of the kids when you decide to try this.

"First, you need to plan a night out, dinner at least, and some dancing would help. Then, when you come home, you pour each of you about four or five ounces of port and find a place where you can sit together and cuddle. When you're comfortable, take a small sip of wine. Taste it, savor it. Note how it feels in your mouth and how nice and warm it feels in your stomach. Then you kiss Deb, open your mouth, but no tongue. See if you can taste the wine on her, a nice full kiss, but not too long." She looked at him, to see if he understood. He quickly nodded.

"Then another sip of wine, a bit bigger sip, and make the same observations. Is there any difference? Then another kiss, a little longer, a little harder, a little tongue, if it feels right. Again, see if you can taste the wine on her. And you keep repeating the sequence until the wine is gone. But it has to last for a minimum of five kisses. Do you think you can remember all of that, and carry it out.?"

Jack already had his cell phone out. "Hey, Mom! How are you and Dad doing? Great. I have a favor to ask of you. Something's come up; could the kids spend tomorrow and tomorrow night with you? Don't worry about school, missing Monday won't hurt them. That's great, thanks."

He quickly punched in another number. "Mose, something's come up. Can you work tomorrow? I can give you a day off during the week, a day for you and Ellie while the kids are in school. Thought you might like that. Thanks, pal." He looked at Sue and winked.

At the dinner table, while dishes were being passed, Jack spoke. "How would you kids like to drive out and see your grandparents tomorrow, maybe spend the night? You could drive the SUV."

"Jack," questioned Deb, "what about school?"

"Missing one day won't hurt. With exams next week, it's probably just review, am I right, kids?"

They both nodded, wondering what had possessed their dad. They loved their grandparents, but an overnight trip so they missed school was unheard of, for any reason, and driving the new car! "That'd be great, Dad. Is it a special occasion or something?" Jack Jr asked.

"Sort of," Jack answered, smiling at Deb, "but nothing you need be concerned about. Just enjoy the holiday."

After that, the general conversation turned to sports, jobs, business, school, and family life. When it was time, Deb started to clear, asking Judy, the daughter, to help and sending the men into the living room to watch TV while they waited for dessert. As everyone got up, she asked, "Sue, could you give me a hand with dessert?"

In the kitchen, while Judy was still in the dining room, Deb fixed Sue with her eye. "What did you do to my husband and where is he? Really, what the hell is going on?"

At that point, Judy walked in. Sue glanced at her. "My working girl pants? They were a present from a client I had while working on my PhD in Chicago. She said she didn't need them any more. The zipper goes all the way to the back of my butt. See?" as she pointed.

Judy looked at her askance, wondering just who her uncle had brought to dinner. "Mom, that's all the food and dishes. Do you need me any more? Carole is due soon to pick me up to go over to Patsy's. Her brother gave her a new video game we want to try."

"That's fine, honey, go ahead." She looked at Sue. "It's something you can't discuss in front of my daughter?"

"Well, my Mom wouldn't talk about her sex life in front of me until a couple of years ago, so I figured you might appreciate some discretion" She quickly recounted what she had instructed Jack to do. "And when I was done, he immediately made arrangements for your kids to be gone all day, and for one of his employees to cover for him tomorrow. I think you may have a busy day tomorrow."

Deb gave Sue a hug. "Thank you. He may want to skip the dinner and dancing, but that'll be okay. If the kids are gone, and the phones are off, we'll be fine. By the time we're done, he will love that port," she laughed. "Really, where did you get those pants?"

"That was a true story. I was involved in a program to get working girls off the streets into legal jobs. One of the women I worked with was able to get a job modeling in one of the large department stores. She was my size, and wanted to give me something to remember her by. They are surprisingly comfortable. The only problems is, because they're so tight, you can't wear anything under them. The shirt was hers, too. It has an elastic band around the waist which just tucks into the waistband of the pants. I call them either my tease'm pants, or my diet watcher pants, depending on who I'm wearing them for."

"And who's the unlucky guy tonight?"

"Actually, it was Jack. I wanted to be sure I had his total attention."

Deb flung her arms around Sue's shoulders. "Oh, girl! We are going to have so much fun, you and I!" She stepped back to look at her new friend. "How serious is it with you and Gabe?"

"Enough so that I know he'll go home tonight frustrated, but next Sunday I hope to be having breakfast with him in my bed. Breakfast, lunch, and maybe dinner. After that, it'll be up to him to decide what his next move will be. I know what I want, but unless he does too..."

"Are you familiar with Cupid wishes?"

"Cupid wishes? No, I don't think I've ever heard of them."

"Maybe it was just a family thing, but Karen swore it was how she got Gabe to propose. At this time of year, around Valentine's Day, you call Cupid and tell him you have found the love of your life. You will hear him ask you if you're certain. If your answer is really yes, you'll be married within the year. If it's yes, sort of, then you wind up having an affair that sort of peters out by the end of summer.

"How do you call him?"

"It sounds like a kids poem: Cupid, Cupid, come to me./I've found the one/my true love to be./Cupid, Cupid, he is mi amor /make him mine/forever more. Just, when you say it, it has to have a rhyme and you have to have your lover at least in sight. It's better if you're touching or kissing. And obviously, best..."

Jack, Jr came bursting through the door. "Hey, what happened to dessert? You guys are taking forever."

"We were just trying to decide if dessert were really necessary, but if you guys are still hungry, I guess we'll have to serve up some cookies or something." ad libbed Deb.

"Mo-o-om! What about the pie you made this afternoon? I thought that was for tonight."

"Pie? Did I talk about a pie when we discussed dinner?" Deb asked, looking at Sue.

"Mom!" Jack, Jr looked at Sue, wondering how in hell she got those pants on, and how she was going to get them off. Damn, what he wouldn't give to help her with that. He was already planning his evening jerk session, using that activity as the lead in to his main event.

Sue caught him checking out her legs and butt. When he looked up and she caught his eye, she embarrassed him by rewarding him with one of her thousand megawatt smiles. He quickly turned and left the kitchen before his reaction became evident.

Deb looked at her with a grin. "You're mean; I think I'm going to like you, but take it easy on the children, okay?"

Sue smiled and nodded. "I'm sorry," she paused, "sort of. Think how much more he'll enjoy tonight," her smile broadening.

Deb threw her back and laughed out loud, loud enough to be heard in Jack, Jr's room, making him blush all over again. "Poor Gabe, but for him I have no pity. Go get him, girl."


As Sue had predicted, Gabe went home frustrated that evening. The next day, late in the afternoon, she received a call from Deb. "Sweetie, where did you get that wine? I swear, we didn't screw this much on our honeymoon. I'm not going to be able to walk tomorrow. I had to send him out for Chinese just to get a break, not that I'm complaining. Oops, he's back; I'll call you tomorrow and arrange time so we can get together for lunch. 'Bye."

The next day, at lunch time, Sue received an arrangement of cut flowers in a vase. The accompanying card read "I owe you a huge favor. Jack." Seeing the flowers on her desk, Gabe felt a small rush of jealousy. When he asked what the occasion was, she said they were a thank you from Jack, for the port wine she had given him.

"Jack doesn't like port wine," he said, skeptically.

"He does now," she replied, smiling.

Understanding there would be no more information, Gabe mentioned that the adult animated film which was creating all sorts of Oscar buzz was to be shown at the campus theater on Wednesday. Would she like to go?

Flashing him her smile, with its concomitant surge in his groin, she accepted his invitation.

At the theater, Wednesday, Sue led Gabe to the last row of the right hand section of seats, to the seats furthest from the main aisle. While waiting for the film to begin, she wrapped her arms around his right arm and hugged it to her chest, thrilling him as he felt it press against her breast. "Thank you for humoring me and sitting way back here," she whispered in his ear and kissed his neck, just behind his jawbone.

As soon as the lights dimmed, she pulled his right arm across her body and placed his right hand on the outside of her right thigh, then squeezed it to indicate he should grip her leg. She slid her left hand under his arm and reached for the inside of his right leg, encountering his surging erection.

She reached up to whisper to him, "I wish I could offer you more tonight, but biology is against us. I can promise you, if you're interested, breakfast in bed Sunday." She felt a jerk under her left hand as Gabe's grip on her thigh tightened. With her lips against his ear, she whispered again, "I take it that's a yes." She smiled as she felt him nod, and heard him growl.


Gabe reached out to ring the bell to Sue's apartment. When the door opened, she stuck her head around the door and invited him in. Closing the door, she apologized for running a little late, but promised to be right out. She was wearing a short, satiny, cover-up which barely did, coming to just below her fanny. As she returned to her bedroom, she turned to flash him one of her smiles, resulting in one of his increasingly frequent surges, remembering her promise three nights ago.

True to her word, she was back in under five minutes, wearing an anything but simple black dress. The bottom looked like a pencil skirt, hugging her hips and thighs, but when she moved, it seemed to ripple in waves. A close inspection would reveal that it was comprised of a multitude of mini pleats which fell from her hips to her knee. The skirt was tight around her waist, from which arose the bodice, if it could, indeed, be called that.

From the hip on each side, what was essentially a gathered sash rose to cover the breast on its side, then went on to wrap around her neck and fasten to its partner in the back, leaving her bare from bust to waist in front, and totally in the back.

Sue walked to Gabe, putting in an earring. She turned her back to him, saying, "Zip, please."

When he saw her back, Gabe caught his breath. The zipper on the skirt extended past the prominence of her buttocks, and, open, revealed the crease dividing them. The open zipper also revealed that the dress and her shoes and stockings were the only clothing she was wearing.

Sensing when he was done, Sue turned to him and gave him a fleeting light kiss on the lips. "I promised that you'd get lucky tonight. When that happens is up to you. And, if you are still interested, breakfast in bed is still an option, as are lunch and dinner."

Gabe growled and grabbed her, pulling her to him, engaging her laughing lips in a passionate kiss, unlike any he'd given since he completed graduate school. "Screw the Ball. I've wanted to make love to you since the day you walked into our office. I'm so fucking hard right now I can't stand up straight. Where's your bedroom?" He asked as he swept her up, cradling her in his arms.

"Shouldn't you take off your overcoat first?" she asked him, the joy evident in her voice and in her eyes. Reluctantly he put her down while he removed the garment. She then helped him out of the dinner jacket he was wearing, accompanied by frequent kisses and caresses. "Shh, slow down," she cautioned him. "Remember, we have until you want to leave, whenever that might be. "

In the bedroom, Sue sat on the edge of the bed, her legs crossed, watching as Gabe fumbled with his clothing, clumsy with eagerness. When he nearly stumbled and fell, she gave a small, amused laugh and went to him. "Here," she said, placing his hands on her breasts, "play with these while I finish for you." As he gently kneaded the muffin sized mounds, she unbuttoned his shirt and slid it down his arms, to hang there until he released his playthings.

She reached for his belt, saying, "The halter unsnaps in the back, if you want to help." Gabe dropped his arms, shedding his shirt, then reached behind her neck to unfasten the fabric covering her. The halter fell away, revealing a pair of beautiful, cone shaped breasts, capped by strawberry colored puffy nipples, just starting to erect. When he ran his thumb over them, they hardened further, producing a bud about half the diameter of a nickel, which quickly grew to a half inch in length.

Sue hummed with pleasure as he caressed the sensitive buds. She pushed his trous over his hips, to let them fall, followed by his boxer briefs. Gabe felt her hand wrap around his staff, which had reached the eight inch mark as firm as concrete in a nanosecond. He reached for and undid her zipper, letting her LBD fall to the floor with his pants and shirt. Lifting her and stepping out of the pile of clothes, he carried her to the bed. Just before he laid her down, she whispered, "Shoes."

Sitting on the edge of the bed to remove their shoes, Gabe looked at her, her dark blue eyes sparkling, smiling, her face as lit up as a Christmas tree. "Are you enjoying this, teasing me like this?" he asked, a trace of frustration evident in his voice.

Her smile got brighter, her eyes wider. "Not teasing, just upping the anticipation." She sat up and wrapped her arms around him, taking his earlobe between her teeth. "I am just so glad, so fucking glad, you are here. I've been waiting for this since that first day when you took my hand to help me out of my chair. Now, I want to savor every minute, every touch, every inch of you."

Gabe felt her hand wrap around his shaft again. "Mmm, I could tell the other night you were big. Tonight, you are going to find areas in me where nobody has ever been. Come to me, Gabe. Love me."

He turned to ly down beside her, his left arm around her neck to play with her magic nipple; his other hand explored her body, tracing the taper of her

torso from shoulder to waist, then out to her hip and down her thigh as far as he could reach. On the return trip, he explored her inner thigh until he found the thick thatch protecting her labial crease. He teased her there, gently tugging the hair, twirling it around his fingers, combing it, fluffing it, finally abandoning it to explore what it hid.

Meanwhile, she was busy with explorations of her own. Her left hand searching his chest and abdomen, to learn their secrets, gently caressing with her fingertips, then lightly scratching the surface. When she found his nipple, she felt his erection jerk in reflex, so she repeated her ministrations to his chest buds. At the same time she began to examine his organ with her fingertips as if it were a tale writ in Braille.

Almost simultaneously, the new lovers thought of the call for Cupid's Gifts. Sue's thoughts ran, "Cupid, Cupid, come to me, I've found the man, my one love to be, Cupid, Cupid, make him mine, make this man my Valentine."

Gabe, recalling how his wife, one night after a passionate session, teasingly told him how she had cast a spell on him, thought, "Eros, Eros, fly to me, I've found the lady, my one love to be, Eros, Eros, make her mine, my love, my Valentine."

Both, from somewhere deep inside, heard a tiny, clear, bell-like voice, "Are you sure?"

"Yes," they answered, silently.

"Are you really sure?"

"Yes," they repeated, surprised at the question.

"Are you absolutely certain?"

"Yes," they answered, exasperated at the repeated questions.

"Okay. It's done." At which point Gabe rolled over on to Sue and entered her in a single stroke, impaling her on his Cupid's dart.


Their joining was powerful, and tender. It was brief, culminated by explosive outpourings of sperm and seminal fluid, accompanied by shouts and screams of joy and passion; and it was extensive, seeming to last through the night into the dawn and beyond. It was quiet, with no sounds from Gabe but the occasional grunt and howl as he came; and it was raucous, with the screams and shouts from Sue,"Oh God! Yes! Fuck me! Oh, shit! I'm coming! O! Christ! Yes! Yes! On, fuck, fuck, oh, oh, oh, yesss, yesss! Harder, harder, yes, yes! Oh God, I love you! Don't stop, don't ever stop, Gabe. Love me, please! Oh, Gaaawwwwwddddd!!"

Although he was aware of the sounds coming from his lover, Gabe had no real comprehension of what she was saying, only that they were an expression of her pleasure and need.Photos http://cpmlink.net/v9yyAA As he lay there, wrapped in her legs and arms, he was aware that with every spasm of cum, indeed with every thrust into her, he was falling deeper and deeper in love with the woman under him. He knew that they would soon be living together, accepted as a couple by their friends, colleagues, and families. Emptying his sac for the third time, without softening, he had a vision of them still together, still in love, wrinkled and grey.

Finally, exhausted, they fell asleep. And deep inside heard the voice, "And well done, too!"


Sue stirred, waking up. She reached for Gabe, and found him missing from the bed. Opening her eyes, she saw him, next to the faux mantle where she kept her family photos, looking at one of them closely. "Good morning," she purred. "Are you ready for breakfast, or is there something else I can do for you right now?"

He looked at her, hair mussed, eyes sparkling, an almost demure smile, and somehow, emitting a sexy glow, inviting him back into her. He returned to the bed, carrying the picture which had caught his eye. "Where did you get this?" She looked at the photo, a family group.

"From my mother. It was the only picture she had of my father. When she married my step father, she decided to get rid of it and gave it to me."

"Your father?"

"Yes, he was in the Marines. He was one of the few killed in Grenada. He died saving the life of his Captain, who became my step father. He was the officer who came to tell us how he died."

"Were your mother and father married when he died?"

"No, they were to be married when he got back f rom Grenada. Why all the questions?" She looked at Gabe quizzically.

He got up and went out to get his dinner jacket. In the bedroom, he took out his wallet and extracted a snapshot and handed it to Sue. It was a Marine, in fatigues. She looked at it, then at the framed photograph Gabe held, a pretty young woman, a toddler, and a Marine in his dress blues. There was no doubt it was the same Marine in both pictures.

"I was twelve when he died. He wrote me just before he shipped out, saying he was coming home as soon as he got back, and was bringing me a new mom and a baby sister."

They were interrupted by a knocking at the door. Sue found her cover-up and went to answer the door. It was Deb, who, more or less, pushed her way in. "You must have your phone turned off," she stated. "I tried calling, then remembered about the Ball. How was it, the Ball, I mean?" she asked, with a knowing smile.

"We had our own ball here," Sue confessed, with her own smile. "What brings you out on this chilly morning?"

"Morning? Girl, it's two o'clock! Where have you been?"

"Omigod!" Sue blushed. "We were, uh, busy for quite a while last night, and, uh, must have lost track of time." She smiled broadly

"Uh huh. That's the same shit eating grin Karen used to have when I dropped in right after Gabe left for class." Deb laughed. "Gabe, get your ass out here!" she shouted. "I have a question for the two of you. Don't bother dressing. I've been married for eighteen years and have a horny sixteen year old son. Nothing you have is going to shock me. I've seen your O Henry." She looked at Sue. "The four of us used to go skinny dipping before they got married. Actually, until he went into the Army. Those were good days. Damn! Some days I still miss her. Gabe!"

He came out of the hallway, wearing his boxer briefs. "Morning, Deb," he greeted her, taking a place next to Sue.

Deb caught her breath, looking at the new lovers, awe struck by how right they looked together. "Damn!" she exclaimed, "You two look like you've been together for years, not just a few, what, hours? It's like you belong together. Gabe, you need to marry this girl, soon, before someone else snatches her away from you."

Sue blushed. Gabe coughed, then said, "We were just getting around to discussing our future when you knocked, Deb. Was there something you needed?"

"Damn, I almost forgot. That troupe of women from Ireland, that everybody's been talking about? They're going to be in Milwaukee next weekend. Jack and I were wondering if you wanted to go with us. We need to know today because we only have until nine o'clock tonight to exercise our option to get the discounted tickets."

Sue answered, "That'll be lovely, Deb. Thank's for thinking of us. Let me know what we owe you for the tickets. Will you be making the motel reservations?" Deb nodded. "Now, I'm sure you'll understand, we have something important to get back to."

Deb grinned and reached for the door. She turned back and embraced Gabe. "Listen to me," she hissed in his ear. "Karen would approve." Then she turned and hugged Sue. "I meant it," she whispered. "You'll be so good for each other."

As the door closed behind Deb, Gabe reached over and locked it. Then, slipping his arm around Sue's waist, he led them back to the bed room. "I know that I should be shocked, dismayed, even disgusted, by what we did last night." he stopped and looked at her, then started walking again. "But I don't feel that way at all. In fact, right now, my strongest desire is to take you back to bed and do it all over again. I can't explain it, Sue, but, even knowing you're my sister, half sister, I think I'm in love with you.

Sue stopped and turned him so they were facing each other. She reached up to engage him in a passionate kiss, tongues vying for position. When they separated, she led him to the bed and pushed him on to it, so he was lying in the center.

When she was settled, astraddle him, she stated, "If there are children, disabled children, we'll deal with it. That is the only issue which counts. As far as societal mores, laws, regulations, whatever, trying to keep us apart, fuck them. Deb convinced me. We belong together.

"I knew the night you came to dinner we were going to wind up here, and the only thing, as far as I'm concerned, that will keep you out of my bed is your unwillingness to return." She bent down to kiss him. "I know I'm in love with you, Gabe Richards, and nothing but you will ever change that."

She reached down and found his burgeoning cock, and while she positioned it, she recited, so Gabe could hear, "Cupid, Cupid, this man, my brother, no other, mi amor," and together they shouted, "forevermore!" as Cupid's arrow penetrated to her core, once again.

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