NO... THAT'S THE WRONG HOLE

My parents are the greatest. My Mom is one of the best cooks I have ever known (next to Grandma Gina...go figure). And my Dad is the biggest, sternest, funniest guy I've ever met. If he weren't retired from the Post Office, I would say he should be a stand-up comic. But as a youngster, I just knew something was off. Especially with Mom. I could see it in her eyes. The older I grew, the sadder she became.

All that changed when I turned 8. All of a sudden, Mom & Dad began taking more trips without me. I was beginning to spend more and more time with Grandma and Grandpa (not that I cared at the time, Grandma baked the best homemade cookies and Grandpa took me fishing). Then...one sunny afternoon, I found out what was going on. Sitting in my Grandparent's den, I had my favorite American Hero's action figures at my feet and "Chan's Chinese Kung Fu Theatre" was just going off. I heard the screen door in the front of the house open. I knew it was my parents. Jumping up, I ran to the front room to give them a big hug. Rounding the corner, I stopped short. Standing in front of my Mom and Dad, were my not one...but TWO new siblings. Gerald and Jillian.

Over the course of the past couple of months, Mom and Dad had been visiting the State's orphanage in order to adopt some more children. I didn't find out until much later, that when I was born, Mom's uterus came away with a 4" tare and she almost bled to death. It totally ruined her ability to bare anymore children. So...they decided to adopt, and here they were in front of me. My new siblings were a brother and sister by birth. Their mother being a drug addicted woman that gave them up instead of trying to raise them. Gerald was my age, only older than me by about a month and half. The only way to describe him was...surly. Along with his luggage of clothes, he carried an old shoe box of baseball cards. He didn't really smile and wasn't giving off the friendliest of vibes. However, my new sister was almost the opposite. She had a tiny, snaggle toothed smile. Even if it was hidden behind my Mom's flower dress. Dad held her small luggage, while her hands were filled with an old, ragged, brown painted Barbie doll that was missing half her blond hair. Grandma and Grandpa moved past me to see the newest branches to their family tree. The rest of the evening was spent trying to get to know my new siblings. They didn't make it easy. Gerald decided to stick close to Dad and Granddad. He sat quietly among them...until I got close to Jillian. He immediately shot forward as if expelled by a cannon to step between she and I. I almost got clocked over the head. Thankfully Dad was still quick on the draw and stopped him before he made contact. I wanted him to get a whipping like I would have; but Mom saved him. Reminding Dad what they had been through.

It took 2 months before things gravitated to normal. Jillian came around first as I would sit and play "Teatime" with her and Mom on our patio in the backyard. We laughed and chased each other around the yard (Gerald hot on my trail) for the rest of the day. It took Gerald a little while longer. But I finally found out why. Most time at the orphanage, he was hungry. Fighting the other children for he a Jill to keep their food. He was her protector against many of the other kids. The night I told Mom about him saving food in his cheeks after dinner, she made him an extra plate stuffed to overflowing. When he saw it and was told it was all for him...he burst into tears. So bad, he had to sleep in our parent's bed that night. The next day...he apologized for acting the way he did. We got along much better after that.

Time passed, and we grew stronger as a family. Family movie nights, trips to amusement parks, church, and many trips to Grandma and Grandpa for savory meals and lazy fishing trips became our normal fair. By high school, the differences began to show through. My sibling's father must have been huge. Gerald became an all-around athlete. By Junior year, he was 6' tall and was a walking mass of muscle. We both played football (me on offense, him on defense) and he was a school monster. Other kids were absolutely terrified of him. He was notorious for knocking opponents out of games. If they only knew that at home, he took after our Granddad. Soft spoken and a teddy bear of a guy. But what he loved more was baseball. It became a family outing for all of us to await his next ICBM of a homerun. My Dad was too happy to buy us all novelty jerseys in our school's colors. My jersey had the name "Brother Black" on the back. Jill wore "Sister Black" and so on and so forth. Gerald finally topped out at 6',4". A grown ass man amongst boys. He might have even gone far had he not destroyed his knee sliding into 2nd in the High School playoffs.

Jillian on the other hand blossomed slowly. She was always a tiny, skinny little, knock kneed girl. She grew up with a complex about her looks because unlike Gerald and I, she had to wear braces and glasses all through High School...until her Senior year. She went with Grandma and Mom on a church trip for the summer, when they returned...OH. MY. GOD!! Her natural mother must have been a late bloomer; because Jill came back like a full-grown woman. On the trip she grew a lot. She got rid of her corny glasses and bought contacts to amplify her beautiful, big and round dark brown eyes. Gone were her braces, replaced by a beaming, pearly white smile (even though she still wore a plastic retainer at night). Her skinny physique was replaced by a curvy, voluptuous, hippy woman's figure. Accentuated by the tightest, roundest bubble butt that ever graced a pair of jeans. Even her smattering of acne just disappeared without a trace, leaving baby butt smooth, mocha colored skin. Mom shouldn't have ever bought her those mid-sized pumps. They only added more height to her tall, shapely legs. Making her calves "pop" like a models. When Gerald and I saw her...both our mouths dropped WIDE OPEN!!

"Pick up your jaws fellas...that's still your little sister." Dad ribbed us.

"Damn their jaws. Grandpa added. I ain't moving from this chair for fear of making my wife jealous!"

"Shut up you old fool! Grandma kidded. Ain't nothing worked down there in a decade!!"

"As far as YOU know!!" he said.

Everyone burst into laughter except for Jill. She just stood there blushing all over. An almost tangible aura of her embarrassment radiating from her body. To quell the issue, I did what I always did to her as a big brother...I ran over and tickled her. It was a fun game we played as kids and I was so thankful to know that she hadn't changed inside. She still fell on the ground in total hysterics unable to breathe after a minute.

"STOP IT!! She laughed trying to gain air.

"WHO ARE YOU AND WHAT DID YOU DO WITH MY LIL SISTER!!" I played.

"LEAVE ME ALONE IDIOT!! I'M STILL HER!! STOOOOOP!! DAAAAAAADDDDDDDDDD!!"

Eventually my Dad came and pulled me off her. Being her knight in gray haired armor. Giving her a moment to catch her wind. Before he followed by picking her up and giving her a raucous series of "raspberries" to her stomach that started the process all over again! Before long, the time for running the halls of adolescent school were all over. As a reward for all our hard work and effort, Mom and Dad gave us a long weekend after Jill's prom to run the house to ourselves. They went on a trip to New York to take in the sites and the newest Broadway musical. But that was their mistake...and my downfall.

Gerald and I paid a good friend of our Dad to buy the alcohol for our "Slam Bang, End of School" house party. The gang was all there. Many of our friends and teammates showed up to help us celebrate. Not to be outdone, Jillian invited many of her graduating friends and a few "heathen" churchmates to attend. For hours, many people did their best to hook up with who they brought or hook up with who showed up. Our family friend Mike (he knew all of us kids), assembled his computer and took over the music (he wasn't much of a ladies' man due to his crippling shyness). But once behind his electronic "wheels of steel," he found his element. The furniture in the living room was moved downstairs to the basement to make a makeshift dancefloor. A "battleground" for the ultra-competitive and the sexually risqué.

Gerald and I danced off with our "He-man" friends against Jill and her "Cat girls." It was all fun and games. Everyone having a good time and just enjoying themselves. I unfortunately had to learn a hard lesson that night. The adjustable lights were dimmed as Mike slowed the action down. The lovers and want-to-bees took over the floor. Bumping and grinding to the thumping rythum. Out of the corner of my eye, I spied my lovely stepsister. She was drying off with a handful of napkins from the kitchen. I had made several trips there myself in-between songs to guzzle several different drinks. Beer, Jell-O shots, and a wickedly sweet "spiked" punch. Being her brother, I always wanted to "serenade" her with my sweet moves. Just like we did when we were kids. I should have known better because with every step closer I took to my lovely sister; my heart pounded a little harder. My doubts spoke a little louder (why would my own little sister refuse a slow dance? I couldn't explain my apprehension then...nor could I do it now) But most importantly, my mix of liquid courage kept my brain from realizing that with every step, the room began to lean a little more.

"Hey beautiful. I said in a slightly slurred, but to my ear suave voice. May I have this slow dance with the most beautiful girl in here?"

Jillian caught me with a half-smile as her girlfriends looked on almost jealously. "Sure handsome. Why not? Be back Fay.." she said to her friend. "Lead the way my Prince."

Taking her by the hand, we made our way to the dancefloor. As if it were the most natural thing in the world, my sister and I danced close. Hand in hand, cheek to cheek.

"Wow...I can't believe you actually said yes." I whispered to myself. Or at least that's what I thought.

"What?!" Jill chuckled. "Of course, I said yes. You are my brother after all. Why wouldn't I?"

"Huh? You heard that?!"

Jill snorted that cute snort that always got to me. "Oh God...you are too funny David."

"You have no idea how many times I have dreamed of this moment."

"Really? Why? It's just a dance silly...not a proposal to marriage. Isn't that what you always used to tell me when I was nervous about skating with Anthony Hills?"

Anthony Hills had been a boy that was on Gerald's baseball team when she was a freshman. Jill had the BIGGEST crush on him. One of our school outings on Friday nights was to go to the local skating rink where the kids could socialize with little to no "parental" supervision. Just the Off-Duty cops who worked as Security and the few workers that tended the business. As I said, she was so self-conscious back then. Getting close to Anthony almost made her break out in hives, until I calmed her nerves enough to ask him. Eventually they did skate together. The only things stopping her was Tony's girlfriend (who almost came to blows with Jill over the "intrusion") and the fact Tony's Dad got a better job and they moved away after the semester.

(Narrator's note: learn your alcohol levels guys...courage juice makes you say the most stupid things when you've had too much)

"I know..." I slurred. "I've just thought you were the most beautiful thing since...I don't know...forever."

The look on Jill's face changed slightly. "Davy...are you drunk?"

"Uhm...I don't know. Maybe."

Touching my face, my sister thought better for both of us. "Ok...just do me a couple favors."

"Anything."

"First...don't ruin this good deed by talking anymore. You might just talk yourself right out of a "Happy Ending" tonight if you do."

"Oh...how's that?"

"Because I personally know 4 of my friends that want to get with you tonight if you don't mess it up."

"Hmmm...OK, and the second thing?"

"Don't drink anymore. You're acting really strange and I don't want you to get any drunker so that you might do something "stupid."

"Ok beautiful. Anything for you."

As the soft love ballads continued, Jill laid her head on my chest. Swaying in rythum with my body. The heat from hers transferring to mine. Her lovely perfume filling my nostrils. The moment was taking over me in ways I had not anticipated.

The next song was the recent grinder from the islands. A raunchy "reggaeton" that sped things up just a bit. Grabbing Jill's hand, I spun her around and began dancing behind her. For her part, Jill danced along with me. As the alcohol spun through my head, I remembered watching the dancers in the video to the song. Dipping low, Jill and I ground a nasty bump and grind that if neither of us were wearing clothes might have resulted in a baby.

"Uhm...bro...I think that's enough." Jill said. The looks from the on gathered throng of friends apparently conveying the bewilderment of our closeness.

But I was too far gone. As we rose to standing, the alcohol left me with one final vision of the video. Copying the dancers in my head, my hands pulled her hips into mine. My alcohol fueled hard on contacting her fluffy, mini skirted ass. My hands made a slow crawl up her sides to caress her bountiful, sweat covered breasts. Even through the haze of liquid courage, I found that she wasn't wearing a bra and her sensitive nipples were standing at attention.

Jill broke from the embrace, and in one swift, graceful move, slapped the left side of my face with everything in her 5',7" body.

"

DAVID NO!!"

The slap brought me somewhat back to clarity. I stood in the middle of the dancefloor, finally out of my stupor, and feeling completely alone.

"

Jillian...I-I-I'm so..."

"

JUST LEAVE ME ALONE DAVID! TAKE YOUR DRUNK ASS UPSTAIRS AND GO TO SLEEP!!"

As I moved through the crowd, I was the center of everyone's attention. Just before I reached the door, my path was blocked by our brother Gerald. In anticipation of the ass whipping I just knew was coming...I tried to put my hands up to fight. Instead, he just placed his hand in the middle of my back and guided me outside.

"What's that for? I'm not going to beat you up. I think you have done more than well enough on your own."

For the next two hours I walked the neighborhood until I reached the park ¾ of a mile from the house. Thinking of nothing else to do...I sat in the swing and cried.

The next few days I was a hermit in my room. Total embarrassment and shame my only friends. My cellphone was as full of unanswered calls; as my head and body was full of my first and worst hangover.

When my parents returned from their trip, again, I braced myself for the beat down to end my life. Surely Dad would kill me for getting "too fresh" with his "little girl" or Mom would wrap her hands around my neck as she prayed for the salvation of my soul. But one day went by, then two. Nothing. They were just happy to be home and relieved to see their house still standing. As a matter of course, nothing more was ever said about that night. Although I could definitely tell the difference in my sister's attitude toward me. It was more standoffish, a knowing space that was created. I couldn't blame her. I didn't want to be to near her either. I just couldn't trust myself with that closeness again.

Time past. Gerald tried attending college for a semester. But without his beloved baseball (his injured knee included a torn MCL and LCL along with permanent cartilage damage)He just lost interest. Instead, he went to Auto Diesel college and was immediately snapped up upon graduation by one of the biggest Tractor trailer companies in the States, Peterbilt; to service their fleet of customer trucks. He eventually met and married a lovely young High School Art and African Histories teacher named Alexis. Within two years, he was named as East Coast Product Director. A huge increase in pay and a move to Pennsylvania followed.

Jillian got a scholarship to Virginia Hills Academy, majoring in Social Work. There she met her future husband JerMichael who played football for the Virginia Cavaliers. After he graduated with an MBA, he entered the NAFL draft and barely made it, being drafted in the 5th round. Although he played for three years, he couldn't crack the glass ceiling of stardom. However, he made the Kentucky Colonels team as a semi-pro Indoor player.

While I was happy for Jillian that she found a love for her life, I held on to the pain of my stupidity. Not wanting to get to close. I made a conscious effort to always put a couple people in-between us. Soon after he made it into the pros, Jill called the family with great news. She was pregnant with her first child. 9 months later, little Malcolm was born (named after his mother's dad). A year later, his sister Ashanti joined him.

As for myself, I buried myself in college. Eventually gaining a degree in Law, specializing in Tax and Property Law. I tried several times to foster a long-lasting relationship. A couple even moving to the realm of engagement discussions. But none made the leap over that wide chasm.

I loved going to Mom and Dad's and seeing all my nephews and nieces. Spending time with them and watching them grow up. They all seemed to love "Uncle David." Especially Ashanti. She grew to be my heart. Always looking to latch onto my leg or get a "piggyback" ride whenever the time permitted. Yet, whenever it came to be close to her mom...I made excuses to make myself scarce.

One Friday night I was sitting in my office finishing some paperwork for an ungrateful so and so who was either too rich or too stupid to realize that he couldn't claim his sidepiece as a dependent. My phone rang as the snow began to fall over the city. On the fourth ring the voice mail picked up:

"BEEP! You have reached the Law Offices of David M. Black. I am not able to answer your call right now...Please leave your name, reliable phone number, detailed message, and an email address if necessary, and I will get back to you as soon as I can..."

"BEEP! DAVID...it's me...Jillian...please pick up the phone if you're there. I tried calling you at home, but..."

I snatched the phone out of the receiver as soon as I could. "Hey Jill...what's up? Wait...JILL WHAT'S WRONG?!! WHY ARE YOU CRYING?!" I could hear the tears fall over the phone lines...my heart sinking with every second.

"David...Oh thank God I finally found you. I don't know what else to do or who else to call...Mom and Dad are in Hawaii...and Gerald's..."

"Forget that sis...what's wrong?!!"

"It's JerMichael...he-he-OH GOD! I can't really talk about it right now. The kids are here with me and I can't go into it right now... All I can say is that the lights and heat are off here at the house, my phone's almost dead, and all of my cards are cut off!!"

"WHAT THE FUCK?!! OK...hold tight sis. I'll get some money to you. Does your car still work?"

"Yeah...but after running all my errands today, the tanks almost empty, I have no money in my purse, and...OH GOD!!"

"Mommy...stop crying..." It was Ashanti. Her tiny voice ripping my heart out over the airwaves.

"Sis...turn off your phone, pack a couple bags for you and the kids and get to the nearest Wal World. I'll text you the confirmation number for the money. It's beginning to snow out here, so I'll meet you in Marion at the gas station off exit 255 so you can follow me to my house. OK?"Thank you David. I don't know how to repay you."

"Don't mention it. Just get moving."

I slammed the phone down and grabbed my cell. Punching in the number for Western Couriers, I used my Credit Card to upload $200 under Jillian's name. Next, I quickly texted the information to her cell number. I quickly stuffed the rest of my client's paperwork into my filing cabinet, grabbed my coat and keys and headed out the door. A fine layer of snow was quilting the ground as the dregs of working society trudged through the cold and wet to get home. Pressing the fob on my keys. My three-year-old, Pantera 250XX roared to life. I placed the vehicle in gear and hit the interstate, headed North toward Marion as fast as I dared. Along the way, I tuned to the weather and traffic information station to ensure that I wouldn't get caught up in any traffic jams or car wrecks.

The universe was with me on this day, as the trip to Marion was quick and without hassle. I even made it 15 minutes faster than normal due to the lack of traffic on the road. I stopped into the gas station to get a cup of hot chocolate while I waited for Jillian to appear. Just as I was paying for my cup of liquid heat and a pack of Menthol Lights (one of the few vices I picked up in college), I saw Jillian's Mommy Mobil pull up to the gas pumps.

Walking her two youngsters in tow, she looked different. Tired, haggard, if not just a little...rounder. "UNCLE DAVID!!" The kids yelled at the top of their lungs. I was soon attacked by pint sized little minions hugging my legs. Picking up my pint-sized assailants, I kissed them both with longing and love.

"I gotta go pee-pee Uncle David." Ashanti said in her cute tone.

"Ok little lady...I'll be here when you get back."

With less grace, Malcolm began to do the universal "water" dance, until the cashier pointed in the direction of the bathrooms. As I watched the kids make a bee line for relief, my sister passed me and gave a quick kiss on the cheek. "Thank you." She said...tears forming in the corners of her eyes. "I would do more, but I got to go really bad."

"Do you need gas?" I asked as she walked in the direction of the lavatories.

"Yeah...but I'll get it on the way out."

When she had gone into the restrooms, I motioned to the cashier to ring up a cappuccino, two more hot chocolates, and a full tank of gas for the minivan. Grabbing my purchases, I went to the vehicle, turned on the machine, and pumped the much-needed petrol into the car. I knew the model well. While it was full of creature comforts, the wagon was hell on fuel. Walking back to the store front, I took a cigarette out of the pack and lit up. Taking a lungful of the toxic smoke and letting the nicotine take effect. For Jillian to call me, things must be about rock bottom.

In a couple of minutes, my family exited the store with their cups of hot drinks.

"Gee...thanks Uncle David." Malcolm commented. "How did you know I liked marshmallows in mine?" Ashanti just sipped hers, humming the songs of playful youth.

"Cause all big brothers like marshmallows in their hot chocolate." I replied.

"Thanks again bro...but I told you I would get the gas. You already gave me the money."

"Use it for other things." I said. "Right now, we need to get these two to my house, in the warmth and off these streets before it gets too dangerous to be on the road."

Taking the lead, I drove back toward my side of town. Making sure to not drive too fast so as to make it safe for Jillian to follow. Before we got too far, I called my favorite late-night food source, "Pizza Italiano" to order a couple quick meals. I order from them so often; they know my name and address by heart. I was assured my order would be delivered in the next 30 minutes. Plenty of time for me to get home. Seeing the accumulation of snow getting worse on the main highway, I got off and took a back road to my house. A nice little townhome situated in a cul de sac in a nice, quiet, upper middle-class neighborhood.

No sooner than my sister and I parked our cars in my driveway, I raced to her minivan and grabbed the baggage, escorting my small cadre of family members into my abode for the first time. Malcolm and Ashanti did what most children do, take the time to explore their new surroundings. Chasing one another from room to room. A reminder of how my siblings and I were at one time. My sister came into my living room and finally shed her overcoat to expose her brand-new baby bump. While it was only a few months in...it made a noticeable difference in her appearance. I ran to my room and changed clothes. Switching from my suit and tie to jeans and a turtleneck. By the time I returned, the doorbell rang announcing the arrival of our evenings meal.

"Pizza!!" the children yelled in unison.

"Ok kids; calm down. You've had pizza before. Act like you've got a little home training." My sister admonished.

We all sat in my living room. I turned on my TV and found a cartoon station that the kids were excited about. I hadn't seen children eating and playing at the same time in a while. It warmed my heart to see my kin enjoying themselves in spite of the turmoil that was swirling around their lives. My eyes kept looking over at my sister. Although she was still just as lovely as ever, the strain of the situation was etched all over her face. When the kids were done eating, I went to pick up their plates and was immediately attacked again. Ashanti threw her arms around my neck and held me in place, while her brother brought me down by my legs. Their giant uncle defended himself in the best way he knew how...a round of tickling that brought them both almost to tears. I found that my nephew had some of the most sensitive feet I have ever known. Just touching them caused him to curl up in a ball and laugh his heart out. It warmed me further to see that his little sister would try to help him by latching onto my neck and trying to choke me from behind.

Jillian sat on the couch and found her own smile. Laughing at the trouble I was having with her little ones.

"Sis! Help! Help me!" I yelled, feigning helplessness.

"Oh no..." She chuckled. "You're on your own. I have to deal with this every day."

Before long the kids began to tire. Even though they had hot chocolate coursing through their veins, the strenuous activity mixed with the pizza they had just enjoyed eventually sat like a lump of lead in their stomachs, sapping their usually boundless energy as children. When I sat down next to their mother, Ashanti made her way next to me, snuggling comfortably in the crook of my arm. Her brother sat on the floor between my legs, still looking to calm down from the playful fun he had just had. Within 20 minutes, both children were tuckered out. Their eyes shutting to a world flipped upside-down by the actions of their parents. Safe in the comfort provided by their uncle.

Jillian grabbed her daughter with practiced acumen and lofted her to her shoulder. While I wasn't as proficient (Malcolm stirred, opening his eyes and then relaxing again as I stood), we carried the slumbering youngsters up the stairs and laid them to rest in my room. The King-sized furniture making their tiny bodies puny in size. My sister and I stealthily exited the room, making sure to leave the door cracked in case we were needed again.

We returned to the living room and cleaned up the scene of the festivities. Jillian followed me to my kitchen and helped me prepare the dishes for a cycle in the washing machine. With the excitement over, I sank back into my normal routine. Remembering my prohibition about close proximity to my sister. It finally showed through when we almost dropped a plate because our fingertips touched. Jillian surprised me with her lightning quick reflexes, catching the wet and slippery dinnerware before it could smash on the floor.

"Ok David, take a seat. I got this. Just go and relax while I finish. Do you have any tea? I'm parched."

"Yeah." I said backing away slowly. "Uhm it's in the pantry behind you. Little copper colored tin can."

"Thanks...beat it." She said, a tinge of irritation in her voice.

Excusing myself from the situation, I turned off the TV in the living room and ventured into the den. I needed to relax. Turning on my stereo equipment, I inserted a smooth jazz cd into the player. The lilting sounds of Bryan Morrison's saxophone floated softly from the speakers. I was so caught up in my own world I didn't hear the teapot whistle its tune, nor Jillian pad lightly into my space, a steaming cup of "Nighttime" tea in her hand.

"Here you go." She said, the cup swaying in her grip.

"Huh? Oh thanks. Just sit it right here on the table please."

"Oh, for the love of...fine. I'll get a hotel tomorrow and me and the kids will be out of your hair!"

"Where will you go?" I asked...truly concerned.

"Not your issue. Thank you for tonight."

"Wait a minute. What's eating you?!"

"YOU! Men in general!! For God's sake David I'm your SISTER!! Do you think I haven't noticed how you shrink from me like I have the plague?! How many Christmases, Thanksgivings, Birthdays...every family get together you avoid me?! Jesus man...just what the fuck is it have I done to you to treat me so badly? Do you realize tonight was the first hug I have gotten from you in years? YEARS DAVID!"

"I'm sorry ok...I-I-I just find it hard to..."

"TO WHAT? LOVE ME?"

"NO!...I just find it hard to ...be around you because..."

"WHY?!"

"Because of what happened that night at the party! Look, I'm sorry. I never got to tell you how sorry I am about that night. Ok? I felt awful about the way I treated you in front of everyone. I didn't mean to embarrass you like that in front of everyone. I was too drunk, and I went too far. I just...couldn't face you again."

Jillian plopped down at the other end of the love seat. A look of pure exhaustion written all over her face.

"Wow...really?! One night of inebriated fun goes awry and all of a sudden I become Public Enemy #1."

"I know...I'm sorry."

"David...do you realize I lost my brother for over a decade over an accident I let go years ago?"

"But...I touched you, and you slapped me for it."

"Yes...yes I did. And you deserved every bit of it...at that time. But do you know how many people I have spoken to about that?! A LOT! Even Mom talked to me about it."

"OH GOD ARE YOU SERIOUS?!! MOM?!"

"Relax..." Jillian replied. "Has she said anything to you about it?"

"No." was the sheepish reply.

"That's because she told me she wouldn't, and apparently she kept her word." Jillian breathed. "She noticed the way you and I acted around each other. You most especially and she asked me what happened. I finally had no choice but to tell her...and do you know what she said?"

I could do nothing but shake my head, my eyes fixed to the ground.

"Let it go. She told me that it shouldn't come as a surprise. I was a beautiful young lady, dancing with a drunk young man. That sort of thing happens. She even went so far as to tell me about an incident she had with her father. He had gotten drunk one night and almost came at her. Sure, she was mad and a little scared, but she eventually realized it was totally normal. But, I was still very angry with you for a couple of weeks. But I began to miss you. It was an accident David. Something that happens when you're not in your right mind. Hell, she even covered for the comments you made to me."

"Oh, dear God...what did I say?"

"You don't remember?"

"Not a clue. I was so drunk that night."

"I can't remember verbatim, but you talked as if you were in love with me or something. Like I was some sexual conquest that you were making plans for. All that coming from my brother mind you. It took me aback. I wasn't ready for it. What made me madder was how horny you made me."

My eyes shot from their sockets. I couldn't believe what I just heard. Again...my mouth dropped open in her presence. My reaction made Jill chuckle to herself.

"You should see the look on your face! It's classic! Are you so surprised to know your sister has a sex drive? Goodness David, I AM human you know."

My mouth still hung open, the knowledge I made her horny that night never crossed my mind.

"I had a few drinks that night too. And as mad as I was because you crossed that line; I was angrier at the fact my own brother was making me horny. You had some moves that night kiddo. You know, looking back on it now...if we had been alone, I might have been more susceptible to it."

The siblings shared a pregnant chuckle. None more so than David who had carried the pain and hurt of that evening's "failure" as an anchor around his neck ever since that night. Now, here he sat in his home, finally absolved of his agony by his sister. His elbow bumped the table next to him, making him recall the cup of tea that had been forgotten. Raising the mug to his lips, David sipped longingly at the tepid concoction. After allowing the liquid to soothe away the rest of his nervousness, his mind remembered the other 8,000 lb. elephant in the room.

"Hey sis...what's going on in your marriage? I know I might not be the best person to tell, but I just want to know how else I can help you."

Now the tension traveled to the other side of the room. For several moments Jillian sipped at her own tea, lost in contemplation as to what to say.

"I think my marriage is over." She said, between tears.

"Oh man...I'm sorry." I replied. Hearing the tears fall silently from my sister's eyes, I forgot my prohibition and took a seat next to my beloved younger sibling. My sense of duty overriding my apprehension. I raised my arm to encircle the younger woman. Without a shred of hesitance, Jillian allowed her weight to be borne by her older brother's rock-hard body. A feeling she had been missing for a long while.

"Hmmm...this is so nice. I miss this so much." Jillian breathed. "I can't thank you enough David for what you have done tonight. You have reclaimed my "Hero" status." A nervous chuckle emanating from her throat. "I guess the best way for you to understand is telling it all."

"You know I met JerMichael at a college hangout spot; "Finley's." It's a college bar halfway between VHA and UVA. I saw him with his crew that night. They had just played...some team...Auburn...I think. Anyway, he was the most handsome, confident man there in the room. Just the way he moved; it was like watching SWAG on ice. He actually was coming from the bar with a couple beers in his hands, looking back on it...I think he set it up that way; as much as I liked him at first sight, I wasn't going to talk to him. You remember how chicken I was to talk to guys. Well...as you can guess, he bumped into me and spilled a good portion of it on my shirt. So, he gave me his jacket to cover up with. God...he was smooth. Anyway, after that night...we started dating heavy. If I wasn't at class, I was at his dorm and vice versa. He showed me so many new and exciting things I had never thought of doing. Then...he got drafted, and I thought everything was going to change. And in many respects, they did. We got married soon thereafter and of course moved to Houston for his first football gig. But he didn't stick there for long. Next was Memphis. I liked Memphis, but their team was stock full of receivers like JerMichael. That's where he met his friend Clyde."

"Clyde became his new bestie. They were always hanging out and Clyde was always coming over to the house. I even met his wife Charlotte. They were a cool couple...but something about them was just...off: you know? Like you meet a person and something inside you just doesn't quite feel right about them? Well that was Clyde and Charlotte."

"Ok...but I guess that doesn't explain how things went so wrong. I mean, that's about the time Malcolm was born, right?" I asked.

"Yeah it was...and that was one of the things that bothered me about JerMichael and Clyde. See...I thought that just the fact he wasn't making as much money anymore, and the fact I told him he was going to be a "Daddy," I figured Mike would slow down a little with Clyde. But instead, it only ramped up. Initially , I couldn't understand why. Then he got traded to Charlotte. While we were there, he tried hard to make it on the team. But most of the time he was on the "practice squad," so he had lots of time on his hands. That was the best time ever...we used to make love like we did when we first got together. Then I told him I was pregnant again. And all of a sudden...the loving stopped. Which is terrible for me...I get so HORNY when I'm pregnant. Right before I gave birth to Ashanti, I had to find out what was different about my husband. So, I followed him. Turns out...he was going to a "Swingers" bar. Him...and CLYDE!! When I confronted him about it...he just said it was a Social club. A place to chill and relax. We fought for days about it. I think that was the reason I went into labor early. Soon after that, he got released from the team. But, one of his coaches put in a good word for him and that's when we moved to Kentucky. I really like Kentucky...it's a nice place to live. But we don't really know anyone there and I wanted to move closer to Mom and Dad. So, he got me the house here. During the off season, we got to spend time together. But he just wasn't the same. He finally admitted that he missed the Sex Club. As if I wasn't enough sex for him. But...I loved him so much. We searched around and found one close by."

Jillian felt the tension in her brother's body building. Looking up, she could see the visible stress etched all over his face. His jaw flexed to popping. Reaching up, she laid her hand on his face. His days growth of facial hair scratching her fingertips. God...she missed this feeling. "Relax brother...don't let it get you like that. Breathe." Slowly...David's ire began to subside as he let the breath out of his lungs. Close proximity to his Brother-In-Law might result in one of them going to the hospital. More than likely himself...but the bed next to him would be just as occupied.

"Anyway...we started to go to it. At first I wasn't all in...but as we continued to go, we met a few really nice people. Before long, Clyde moved out here. You know...all the stuff about good property values, good schools, good business opportunities, etc. The next thing I knew...Clyde and Charlotte joined the club and were always there. I thought that they were just a couple like us. But one night, I guess they decided to let the cat out the bag. Clyde and JerMichael disappeared one night...talking about they wanted to watch the orgy going on downstairs. While they were gone, Charlotte came on to me. It caught me off guard. I wasn't sure about it. I mean...I talked to JerMichael about having a threesome sometime...but I just didn't feel ready for it. When the fellas returned, I told JerMichael about what happened when he left. He told me...he knew. That Charlotte and Clyde had wanted to be with me ever since we met. Especially Charlotte. I was rocked. All this time I had no idea. But I let it go. We met up with them a few more times. Eventually, JerMichael talked me into it."

I recoiled. Looking at my sister, I couldn't believe what I just heard. I always figured that my sister was so happy being married. They never let on that things were going wrong, much less that they had joined some sex club where God knows what went on. Jillian looked into her brother's eyes. She could see the confusion boiling within him. The wheels turning every which a way to make sense out of it all.

"I know." She replied. " It took me by surprise too."

"The first time...it was just me and Charlotte. I had never wanted to be with a woman before in my whole life. All the sports I played, all the activities I had been a part of. All the girls that OFFERED to be with me. I never wanted to do anything like that. But I wanted to make JerMichael happy. So...I did it. Charlotte was...WOW. I mean, I have had some really good sex before. But the things Charlotte did to me...she blew my mind. I had no idea sex could be so...INVIGORATING! I lost count of the times I came that night."Jillian had to shift her position. Not only to get more comfortable for her added baby weight...but because the memory was making her hornier than she already was.

"Over the next few meetings...we tried a little bit more each time. JerMichael and I began to experiment with other things. Some handcuffs, light spanking, nipple clamps, toys...I mean...soft core stuff. But then...he went over the edge. One night, he just kept making me drink this spiked juice. It was so sweet and delicious. But oh my GOD...I found out it has like 6 different alcohols in it. Before I knew it...Charlotte got me hot and took me to a separate room. For a minute it was just us...then the guys showed up. We all started having sex in the same room. Sometime in the middle of it...I felt someone trying to get in my ass. I thought it was JerMichael. But it wasn't...it was Clyde! Even being a little drunk, I was NOT cool with it. When I fought back...JerMichael told me to shut up and take it! I was such a wimp! Clyde didn't care...he just forced it in me. Don't get me wrong...I like anal sex. Yeah...I know what you're thinking...OH MY GOD...my lil' sister likes a dick in her ass? Yeah bro...I do. It took me a while, but JerMichael got me into it."

"But Clyde wasn't my husband. He just thrust into me. No lube, no love, no prepping, just a straight cock in my ass. It hurt like hell!! Thankfully he came quick. I couldn't wait to get away from there. When we got home...I just wanted to shower and get the night over with. The next day, JerMichael and I fought. I couldn't believe he let another man do that to his wife! The mother of his children! The woman he supposedly loved! He told me I was making too much out of it...I was just making things up. that I liked the club as much as he did! That I was being a hypocrite just to argue with him. The fight got so heated he left. I didn't know what else to do. So...I had to call someone. I called Charlotte. I thought I was going to tell her off...to yell at her about her husband. Boy was that stupid. She set me straight. First off, she and Clyde had an open marriage before they even started swinging together. Next...she laid it really out for me. JerMichael had been having sex with her regularly, since all the way back in Memphis. But...that once she and Clyde showed up, she saw JerMichael with three or four other women behind my back. She thought he told me, and I knew everything already. I couldn't believe it. JerMichael had been lying to me all this time. But that wasn't all. She finally told me to ask JerMichael about a woman named Claire and her son...JJ. My heart dropped. I knew what she was saying. I knew what she was implying. That my husband had not only been unfaithful; But had another family on the side."

I couldn't sit still anymore. I wanted to kill JerMichael with my own bare hands. The way that our family had invited him in, treated him like a brother. Given him our blood and praised him as a stand-up man that gave us my beautiful niece and nephew...only to find that he was a liar of the highest order. And had taken a side recreation and made another family to boot.

Jillian stood behind her brother and touched his back, feeling the muscles hiding beneath his shirt. She could feel his anger bleeding through the material. The newness of the touch brought on strong memories. Old memories of what it meant to be touched, held, and made love too. She could feel her panties getting wet just being so close to a man. Even if it was her brother David. She needed comfort. She needed closure. She needed to be held and loved. Wrapping her arms around her brother's warm body, she continued:

"I called JerMichael's cell phone for 2 days before he finally answered. We fought some more. I wanted to know about Claire and her son...HIS son. How was I supposed to tell our children they had another brother out there that their father made?? How was I supposed to explain that their parents were divorcing? That their father wanted another family? How did he think it would not only affect his daughter...but more importantly his son?! Through it all...I wanted to come to some middle ground. To salvage my life. My marriage. My family. I even considered letting the whole other woman go if I could just have my husband. He said he needed time to think. That he was sorry. That everything just happened so fast. If I loved him, could I give him some space to think on his options. I loved him so much...I agreed. A day went by...then two...then a week. Before I knew it...a whole month had gone by."

"Finally, I called his phone. It went straight to voice mail several times. Then...a number I never saw before flashed up...when I answered, it was Claire. She wanted to facetime me. She showed JerMichael playing with his son at some park somewhere. To stop blowing up his phone. Don't worry about him coming back because he was happier with her and JerMichael Jr.. That he had told her about our sex life. That I was a prude. That I was a boring lay. That he needed a woman that made him feel like a "man." To do everything that he liked. That a man like him should have a woman that OFFERED her friends to him if he wanted them, not act like some petty, love struck teenager! That he had talked to an attorney about getting the divorce and the paperwork would be in the mail soon. Then...the bitch handed him the phone. Instead of denying it...he confirmed everything she said. And not to call him anymore. If there was a message that he needed to hear, call his attorney. Then...they hung up. I was crushed. I had done EVERYTHING for him. I had done things sexually for him I never even THOUGHT of doing before. But, because I didn't look like a spring chicken anymore, because I wasn't as "freaky" as he wanted me to be, because I wasn't some lithe 20-year-old nymphets anymore...I was losing my whole LIFE! I sat there in my bedroom and cried myself to sleep. The next day I had to run my errands for the kids. Malcom's school told me the bill for the semester was due and before he could return the bill had to be paid at least half-way. I called Ashanti's Day care...same thing. That I could drop her off if I had the money. I thought at least my cards still worked. But when I tried them, they all declined. That's when I called you."

I was furious. Every fiber of my being wanted JerMichael's head on a stake. When I turned around and looked into my sister's tear-soaked eyes. In the dim light of my den, I saw the abject devastation in my younger sister. Blood or not, I felt her every pain. Feeling helpless yet again, I wrapped her in my arms. My embrace meant to soothe her agony. While at the same time, masking my fury. Upon contact, Jillian let go. Her resolve to hide her ruined psyche no longer possible. She leaned into my chest and sobbed. Her anger, her frustration, her pain, flowed from her inner soul. Soaking my shirt in minutes.

Then...without warning, a feeling bubbled to the surface. A feeling that had been roiling under the surface ever since she saw him earlier that night. A feeling that had to be sated. If just for a split second.

"David." Came the tiny cracked voice.

"Yeah?"

"Look at me...please?!"

When he did...Jillian couldn't stop herself. It had been too long. Too long had it lay hidden. Too long had it been caged. If just for a second...she needed this release. Standing up on her tiptoes, Jillian kissed David's lips. The heat from her tattered soul mixed with the feelings in her nether regions. It was hot, it was soul quenching. It was taboo. But it was so necessary.

I sprang back. A look of terror on my face. My taboo had been broken. The cardinal prohibition desecrated. I was shocked. I was aghast, I was confused.

"Jillian...what was...I mean why...what..."

"David stop. I'm sorry. I just...I just needed to feel again. I didn't mean to hurt you. I just...I just wanted to feel sexy again. To feel like a woman again. God this stupid pregnancy! It's been so long. I guess...I was just hoping...I'm sorry."

A pregnant silence hung between the two siblings. Not a word spoken. The cd had stopped its tune long ago. There was just the inaudible tension that hung between two who thought they knew each other so well.

"Jillian...so you know what you're doing?"

Taking a huge breath, Jillian leapt into an abyss...praying she could fly.

"David...I know I have no right to ask anything else from you. You have gone above and beyond what any sister could ask of her brother. But I beg you for one last kindness. I am hoping my eyes didn't deceive me. But when I looked in your eyes, I saw the eyes of the young boy that lusted after me once. That worshipped me. That adored me. I know I made you suffer for what I am asking you for now. But...I need this from you. Now more than ever. I need to feel loved again. I need to feel wanted again. I need to feel closure of that part of my life with my husband. I don't feel like how you made me feel that night. I feel ugly, worthless. Less than nothing. But since I'm being honest tonight...about everything, I need you to know...I have thought about you like this for a long time."

"I know I have made you suffer for that night. I can't say how sorry I am. But, that young girl back then knew nothing about feeling adored like you did me. She knew nothing about the loss she could feel when that look was taken away. How it energizes her. Relieves her. Makes her feel special. Look at me David. I am not that little girl anymore. I am older, wiser, but not the same. I don't know how you think of me now. But I pray...if just for one night...that the feeling you had then...is still hidden somewhere inside you. That for one night...that boy that wanted this girl, still wants her. Because she has wanted him for so long. If you can find it in your heart to grant me this one reprieve, I will forever be in your debt."

I stood in the middle of my den aghast. I was so confused. I didn't know what to think or feel. I had berated myself for so long about that night. Flagellated myself a million times over. Yet here...now...it was being offered on the heels of the most gut wrenching, soul destroying news I had ever heard. How would I feel in the morning? How would she? Was this just a phase she was going through? Just a side effect of the pain she felt. Was it ok for her to ask me to make love to her, even though we were kin? Was the risk of one night with her worth potentially destroying our family. Yes...yes she was.

Moving closer, I wrapped my arms around my sister's body. I felt a tremble escape her body as she sighed.

"You really felt that way?"

"Yes.." Jillian breathed. "I have laid in my bed and fantasized about it one thousand times."

Turning, she looked her brother in the eyes again.

"I know I don't look sexy anymore. I have grey hairs now. My eyes aren't as bright. My stomach is too big. My ass has only gotten wider. My breasts don't stick up anymore. I know..."

The next sentence was cut off as David kissed his sister's lips with passion and fire. His hands grasping her ass through the leggings she had on. Kneading the soft, supple masses that he once ogled from afar. Jillian's breathing increased. Her heart skipping beats with every second. This was the feeling she dreamed of. She reached her hand up to David's face, the hairs pricking her fingers yet again. She let her tongue fly forward. Savoring the intensity within her brother's mouth. Then...she remembered something.

"Please...wait. Give me a minute. Just sit right there, and I'll be right back. Do not follow me. I promise I will return."

With that, she sat David on the love seat again, walking back through his house to check on her children. Turning, Jillion left the den. Moving through David's house, she began to unbutton her shirt. At the bottom of the stairs, she stopped for two reasons. The first to ensure that her brother was not following her as she asked (one obstacle down, her trail was clear). The next was to take a much-needed breather. She needed the space from David's electricity inducing passion. Reaching inside her leggings, her fingers touched the outside of her panties. Not surprisingly, they came in contact with what she already suspected. They were soaked through completely. There was even a small spot in the seat of her pants.

"Jesus." She thought to herself. She had forgotten how true passion upon her body affected her. As she leaned against his banister, she took a second to unhook her bra. The heavy milk-laden breasts felt good to be free...if only for a second. The material of her bra swung loose under her shirt, rubbing the sensitive nubs at the ends of her breasts. A shudder rippled through her very being. Though JerMichael had left her home a month ago, he had more or less left her bed over 3 months ago. Leading her to her present, horny situation, seriously considering having sex with perhaps the last person on Earth she should be...and she was looking forward to it.

Quietly she scaled the stairs to check on her children. Looking through the cracked door, she had to stop herself from falling on the floor laughing. Despite the way they had placed Malcolm and Ashanti, the children had shifted positions. Malcolm faced the end of the bed, his hand draped over the edge and his body resembling a 4-pointed star. Ashanti however was the lynchpin. Her tiny body was spread all over the bed. Her little leg pinning her brother in place, her little foot sitting at the base of his skull. Satisfied her children were out of the way (children always had the worst ability to wake up and interrupt a sex session), she closed the door and headed back downstairs.

Jillian removed her shirt and bra, looking down at her breasts. She missed her tight body from that night so many years ago. Her breasts were small and perky, sitting high atop her chest like two magnificent small hills topped with dark chocolate snowcaps. Now they were the former feeders of the small bodies laid sprawled across the bed upstairs. Her tight stomach that had been flat for so long, no matter what she ate; was now extended and plump. An oven currently baking a wonderful surprise for a man that didn't deserve it. Walking back into the living room, Jill opened her purse to retrieve the small bag that had been her comfort in times of need the past few months.

Heading back to the den, Jillian next began to remove her leggings and panties. Inch by inch, she felt the material peel off her skin, the best were her panties that had begun to get annoying to walk in because of all the residue of arousal. By the time she reached the den, she was completely naked except her socks. And not really feeling all that sexy. Until she caught David's reaction.

"Wow...you look...radiant."

"You're just saying that because I'm fat and pregnant." His sister blushed.

I hopped up from the love seat in a flash. Even in the dim light in the room, she was radiant. A beautiful, full woman that my eyes had dared not take in for decades. Now she stood without a stitch of clothing, a vision without blemish in my eyes. Taking her in my arms, I was helpless against tasting her sweet desire again. Our lips met in a rush of colors. Her body was soft and warm. The fragrance of her sex reaching my senses. I was in Heaven.

Jill pushed against her brother's chest, guiding him back to the love seat. First, she had to grasp what she knew was there. When her hand contacted his pants, she could feel the power between David's legs. A short shove sat him back in his former place. Quickly she fumbled with his jeans to release her prize. Finally, free, she was pleasantly surprised. While in no way was David as "gifted" as JerMichael, his cock was still a sight to behold. Its thickness was glorious. Fat, round, and oh so thick; for a second she remembered feeling it bump against her ass those many years ago.

"Oh God...Jill...I..."

She cut off any further talk by sweetly laying a finger on his lips. She needed this. She licked the underside of his helmet, tasting the sweet pre-cum that had seeped out. Mixing with her saliva, the juice was succulent. A sweet aftertaste that lingered on her tongue. Down the shaft and back up again. Feeling David's cock grow stiffer with every pass. Then, with a final loving look between them; Jillian sucked the Ebony obelisk into her mouth.

"Ohhhhhh my fucking God!!" I whispered. It took every fiber of my being not to yell out my response. I had no idea Jill was so skilled. The way her tongue scraped ever so gently over my cock. The warmth of her mouth encircling my member was heavenly. I had to slow down a second. But her attention to my long-neglected sex organ was making me buck and heave as the sensations spread through me. It had been years since I had enjoyed the pleasures of a woman. My last girlfriend was only ok. While she did suck me off every now and then, she had made it clear it was not one of her favorite activities. Going so far as to say that she did it only because it was expected of her. Never had she paid this kind of attention to me. I could feel the love and adoration in Jill's attention and touch. For a second, I opened my eyes and looked at my sister. Was that a smile on her face? Then she hit me with a move I had never felt before...EVER. Leaving a trail of spit on my dick, her thumb kept massaging the bottom of my cockhead. I damn near shot off right then. I had to stop myself before I ruined the evening.

Standing, David pulled Jill from her kneeling position. Wrapping his arms around her again, he lifted her into the air, her legs wrapping around his waist. He wasn't certain whether the wetness he felt was from her act of fellatio or from somewhere else. Either way...it didn't bother him at that moment. He just knew he wanted more of her.

Spinning around, I laid Jillian on her back. Parting her legs, I inhaled the musky, sweet scent of her arousal. Her lips were coated with a shiny sheen from her pussy. Obviously in preparation for the action that was soon to come.

"Wait just a second." Jillian replied. "I got something for this."

Reaching for the small black bag that she left to retrieve, Jillian opened the zipper and pulled out a tiny, shiny egg shelled toy attached to a long cord. Flipping the switch, the toy began to give off a low buzzing sound. Jill laid back on the love seat and spread her legs wide. Even at her advanced stage of pregnancy, Jill was capable of a remarkable amount of flexibility. As I began to lay soft kisses on her outer labia, Jill placed her toy at the opening of her little brown eye.

"Ooooooh, God I missed that." she cooed.

I placed my hands on the back of her knees, pinning them further back and giving me unfettered access to her sopping wet inner core. Placing my nose against the hood of her pussy, my tongue snaked forward contacting her bulbous, sensitive lips. Using the broad side of my tongue, I licked her pussy from bottom to top. Jillian sucked in a lungful of air through her teeth.

"Ohhhhh yes...please David, give it to me..."

I put action to her demand. My tongue flicking out and attacking her core. Every lick sending a new shockwave of pleasure through my sibling's body. Every flick, scooping more and more of her juices into my waiting mouth. Her heady taste saturating my senses. It had been a good while since my last taste of beautiful, womanly sex. Jillian's eyes began to roll in the back of her head as I assaulted her pussy.

"Damn...where has this been all my life?!!" Jillian cried as she appreciated the attention her sex starved body was currently receiving. To facilitate more feeling, she began to slowly rock her hips back and forth, bringing my aim closer to her asshole. The combination of her arousal and my saliva coagulating and dripping on her buzz toy.

"Enough teasing David. I need to feel you inside me. Please...your sister needs a stiff cock inside me now."Rising from my position between her legs on the floor, I grabbed my cock like a spear and prepared to push it home into my little sister's drenched hole. Just as I was about to enter into her goodness, Jillian stopped my advance.

"NO!! Stop!! Not there!! That's the wrong hole!!" She pleaded.

My look became confused. I thought for a second this might have been a put on. She had just begged me to enter into her. Repositioning, I attempted to thrust forward again.

"No David...Not there." Dropping her toy, Jill thrust her hands into me. Stopping me from going any further.

"Jill...what gives? You just said.."

"I know." She countered. "But you can't get in there. That hole belongs to my husband. He decided to place his seed in there so I could make him another child. Regardless of how I might feel about him...that hole and everything in it is HIS responsibility, and I aim to see that he does just that. I don't want you to place yourself in the role of a man that doesn't deserve it. That hole has borne him two children already and is heated to make a third. HE knew when he was last with me, that he might make a child, and he succeeded. Now he wants to be across town, playing father figure to another child that isn't his wife's. Regardless of his stupidity, he still owes my children...OUR children his love and respect. To do so...I must give him the respect of having no one else in the hole he desecrated. He wanted the responsibility for it...he's got it, and until such time as we are no longer man and wife, as long as his child resides in there...that hole is his."

I looked more confused now than ever before. Jillian picked up on my facial expression. Solving my dilemma swiftly and most unexpectantly. Grabbing my cock in her little hand, Jill pressed my head against her little puckered anus.

"You can't have my pussy, but you can have my ass. I said I needed to feel you in me...and I do. That oven can make no children, and my husband loves it more than my pussy sometime. But...since he can have ass across town, this one I can give to anyone."

"Jill...are you sure?"

"Yes David. Now more than ever. Will you do this for me?"

My beautiful, loving stepsister never seemed to shock me more than tonight. For the umpteenth time this evening, my mouth hung open in disbelief. The loss of my anal virginity had been a monolithic disaster. I was having some rather energetic sex with an ex-girlfriend in college who was a spigot of sexual juices. A trait I found absolutely intoxicating at the time. So much so, when I pulled out, my next thrust rammed into her anus without any prep catching both of us completely off guard. We both screamed from the pain. Needless to say, that night's sexual adventure ended abruptly as we both lay in the bed the rest of the night with ice attached to our private areas. I had had success with anal a couple times more after that. But neither seemed to garner the reactions I was looking for. One was simply done in the heat of the moment and was just as quickly forgotten. The next time was kind of on a dare. Her alcohol fueled, inebriation spurring her to try and accomplish the feat. While successful, the activity was not at all satisfying. She was really too drunk to enjoy it. But now, Jillian was offering me her asshole as a supplicant to her sex. And I was not about to turn it down.

"Ok...I understand." Was all the answer I could muster.

"Thank you." She said. Reaching back into her bag, Jill pulled out a tiny, plastic vial of lube. Breaking the seal with her teeth, she applied a small but generous amount to the center of her hand. Grabbing my cock again, she began to lather the head and length of my cock. Pouring another tiny dab into my right hand, she said;

"Stroke that just a minute while I prepare this for you."

Pouring the last amount onto the tips of her fingers, I watched my sister place one, then two digits into her tiny hole. The feeling must have been exquisite, her eyes rolled back ever so slightly.

"Ahhhhh..." She purred, as her fingers worked in and out of her backdoor. I stroked my hard phallus, feeling it grow stronger watching the show.

"Ok...I'm ready." Jillian cooed.

Placing my dick head at her anus, I tried to move forward. Meeting slight resistance at first. I was about to become frustrated when Jill stepped in again.

"Relax David...this happens all the time. It's not you, it's just my bodies initial reaction. Here...let me."

Jillian grabbed the base of my cock and centered it in her ass. Scooting down off the love seat, she placed the tip inside and slowly began to wind her ass in circles. Harkening back to her proficiency on the dancefloor those many years ago. Even with the loss of time, my sister could still move like a teenager. Seconds later, her movements had her ass swallowing incremental sections of my hard cock. The sensation sending us both on a journey of ecstasy.

"Ooooh. Wait a second bro...you have a lot of dick. Just let me get used to it."

"I'm not going anywhere." I responded. Feeling the heated warmth of my sister's ass enveloping my ridged cock.

"Ok...here I go."

Jill placed her ankles on both my shoulders and began to rock her ass up and down the length of my dick. Every cycle of her rise and fall, allowing her anus to accommodate my turgid phallus.

"Oh, my fucking God...this feels so...Oooooooo." Jill said.

"My God Jill...I never imagined you would feel this good."

Jill reactivated her bullet vibrator and placed it on her clit. The tiny buzz toy sending minor shockwaves through her into my cock. The feeling was too indescribably good. Leaning over, I took one of my sister's hard topped breasts and sucked lovingly on the little nipple.

"Oh shit!! Dammit David!! Ohh my...OH MY..." Jill came immediately. A minor orgasm that made her ridged for a second. Finally, Jill had rocked enough of my cock into her ass to bottom out.

"That's it brother...I'm ready. I need you to give me all of you."

I plopped out her ass and Jill took the time to turn over on her hands and knees. Laying her upper body on the edge of the love seat, making sure not to cram her baby bump to far against the furniture.

"Now David...please...Now."

Jillian spread her ass cheeks as I placed my sword like phallus back into her ass. My first stroke bottoming out all the way to the hilt. Jill's back arched as she let out a mournful hiss.

"Oh God...Oh shit...that's it...right there!" She screamed.

I began a slow rythum, stroking in and out of my sister's tight asshole. Making certain not to bottom out every time. Instead, being mindful to tease her by changing the depth of my thrusts. The feelings were taking Jillian to the edge.

"No...Oh God NO!! I can't take anymore! Please David...GIVE ME ALL OF IT!!"

Reapplying her vibrator to her sopping wet pussy, I began to thrust all of me into her backdoor. Leaving all of my strength, stamina, and love for this woman into every stroke.

"YES!! THAT'S IT!! GIVE IT TO ME DAVID!! POUND YOUR LITTLE SISTER'S ASS JUST LIKE THAT!! Oh god...I'm going to...I'm going to..."

Jillian grabbed a pillow from the love seat and drown out her cries of ecstasy! Her body rocked over and over again by a non-stop orgasm that rippled through her very being. She even dropped the vibrator as she crested the point of no return. I even felt a tiny spray of her squirt hit my leg as I continued to pound my all into her ass. The sight of seeing a woman, much less my sister that I loved so much orgasm like that sent me over the edge as well.

"OH JILL! OH GOD!! JILL...I'M CUMMIING!!"

"Yes David! Fill your little sister's ass!"

With that encouragement, I cried out as I dumped load after load of my hot, steamy cum into my sister's backside. The power of my orgasm locking all my muscles. Even the act of pulling out of her hot hole caused me to send more and more of my ejaculate into the existence of the den we occupied. Not one to stop her shock and awe tactics, my sister spin onto her backside and began to savor my offerings with reckless abandon.

"Mmmmm...yeah. You have a high fruit diet bro...I like it. And...thank you."

"No...no...no problem...anything for you." I mouthed exhausted.

Just then we both heard a noise. One that was unmistakable. The sound of little feet descending the stairs. Quickly, my sister hopped into action. Pulling on her panties, she grabbed my turtleneck and admonished me.

"Stay here...do not come out. I'll be right back after I deal with this."

Striding like a Spartan (a feat after what I just experienced would have been impossible), Jill went to intercept one of her younglings.

Little Ashanti had descended the stairs in search of her adult caregivers.

"Mommy..." she pouted. "Can I have some water?"

"Little girl...what are you doing up?" Jill faked indignation.

"I thought I heard you shouting, and I didn't get to kiss Uncle David goodnight."

"Lord child. You will be the death of me someday." Jill sighed.

Taking her young daughter's hand, Jillian guided her to the kitchen where she prepared a juice glass of cool ice water and watched her child guzzle it down in seconds.

"Ahhh..." She sang in that childish, exaggerated song all children partake in. "Can I go kiss Uncle David Goodnight?"

"I don't know..."Jill answered.

"Not before I kiss you first little girl!" I said in my worst monster voice. Bu now, I had replaced my pants and covered my naked cheat with an old college shirt I kept in the den in an ottoman.

Ashanti leapt her tiny body into my arms so I could attack her with a wave of kisses all over her face. My little niece giggled and laughed hysterically as soaked in the love of her big Uncle David.

"Ok kiddo...off to bed with you." Jillian commanded.

"Awww...but Moooooom...I like spending time with Uncle David." Came the inevitable pout.

"No arguments little girl. You can have all the time to play with Uncle David tomorrow. Right now, he and I are talking. Back to bed with you."

"Can he take me?"

"I guess so...I already have you." I said, a tiny tickle to her ribs that sent her into fitful giggles.

"Don't you get her started either Mister Man...just take her back to bed."

"Yes Ma'am. I replied.

"You want a drink?"

"As you can imagine...I really DON'T drink anymore, for rather obvious reasons. But I do have a little Jamaican Rum above the stove a client gave me that hasn't been opened yet."

"Ok...meet you back in the room."

As I carried my little bundle of joy back up the stairs, she stopped me in my tracks.

"Hey Uncle David...I heard something a while ago."

My heart sank...the last thing I needed was this tiny, impressionable, human recorder to spit back the information that her Mom and favorite uncle had been doing the nasty. Lord only knows WHAT kettle of fish that would open.

"What's that?" I whispered, bracing myself for the news.

"Malcolm talks in his sleep. He says; 'He loves his big uncle and wants to be just like you."

I blew a silent breath as the news was much better than I expected.

"Well just between you and me, I love him too. And his little sister, and their Mom. And if I have anything to do with it...Malcolm will be BETTER than his uncle one day."

My niece and I shared one quicker kiss and hug, even though it was obvious she didn't want to let go. "Goodnight munchkin. Later we'll see about playing in the snow and having some more cocoa. Ok? But right now, you have to go beddy-bye."

"Ok...love you uncle David." She whispered back.

From just underneath me, Malcolm voiced his approval, from the edge of sleep. "Me too Uncle David. With that, he continued his dozing, a muted snore emanating from his little body.

I left me room, leaving my precious kin to dream the dream of innocent children and returned to the muddled, dark lives of adults. Something I envied them both so much. The fact that being an adult brings with it the loss of so much childish wonder and innocence. Coming back into the den, Jill sat on the love seat again, a snifter of rum spinning in her hand, a look of abject satisfaction on her lips.

"There you are bro. I was beginning to get jealous. That little girl would take you away from me. Then I would have to worry about myself. I just keep losing men to other women." She joked.

I plopped down next to my partner in crime as she passed me another glass filled with liquid sin. "Not a chance. I love ALL woman thank you very much." I chided. For a moment, the room was filled with silence as we both enjoyed the hard liquor, savoring the aromatic taste of the islands.

"I don't know what I'm going to do now David. I haven't held a job in forever, and JerMichael has all the funds to make this divorce ugly. What about the kids? What about our home?"

"Forget it sis. If you think I'm going to let that asshole rob you and my kin of happiness, you're high. You can stay here. We just need to rearrange the house a little bit and buy some more furniture."

"But what about money? I graduated with a degree in Social Work, but that was years ago. I would have to get recertified and that was a pain in the ass the first time."

"Will you stop worrying? You can work for me as a receptionist or something. I can walk you through the paperwork. It's not that difficult. And before you say it...worry less about JerMichael and his "lawyers." I know enough divorce attorneys that owe me favors as is. They would gladly run his ass through a wringer for what he's done to you. I can even think of a couple female attorneys that would more than likely take your case pro bono if I ask them nice enough. You just relax and let your big brother work his magic."

"But...what about the trial?" Jill countered. Her face showing the strain of the magnitude of what was to come. "There's so many things I can't afford to let be known. I mean...what would Mom and Dad think if they knew all the nasty things I have done? What if some of it trickles down to the kids?"

"Give our parents a little more credit. I don't think they would disown you or anything. And knowing our card of a father, he might ask you for the name and number of that joint just to get a rise out of you."

The visual of that made Jill spill rum out of her nose. Just hearing that thought made her feel that much better.

"Just one more thing David..." Jill whispered as she lay her head on my shoulder.

"What's that?"

"That thing we just did...I don't...I don't want you to think I did that as some sort of PAYMENT for all the love and care you have shown me and the kids. Everything I said tonight was the absolute truth. I HAVE thought of that oh so many times over the years. And tonight, you made them all come true. And if I may be so bold...I think the women you had before must have ROCKS in their heads or something. 'Cause brotha, you can lay it down!!"

"Thank you." I said puffing my chest with pride. You ain't too bad your damn self.

"I'm not just saying that because you're my brother either. That was the best orgasm

I have had in a very long time. If I were your woman, I would pray that you could do that to me all the time."

"I would try my best."

"Which brings me to my next question. I know I shouldn't ask or even mention it, but your sister has some POWERFUL needs. And this kid only makes them harder to deal with. Could I...borrow your skill every now and then? I won't tell anyone else. Even though I can think of a couple girlfriends and even a few from the club that would KILL to have a taste of that loving. But no...just you and me. Our secret forever. Can you stand that?"

My lips curled int a devilish smile. "On one condition." I answered.

"Yeah?"

"That we become the best of friends and lovers, and that when I want to...I get to kiss your lips anytime."

"Jesus...is that all? I can do that with my eyes closed and my hands tied behind my back. Ooh...which reminds me..."

"You are a mess." I said, leaning in and kissing my little sister's lips again.

"Far from a mess brother...bet you had no idea how big a 'freak' your sister was."

"We have all the time in the world for me to find out."

Just then the sun of another morning began to peek through the curtains of the den. As much as I wanted to, for appearances, Jillian took my room to sleep with her kids, while I took the sofa in the living room. As time passed, we rearranged the house to accommodate my new live in family. It took a little finagling, but we got Malcolm back into school and Grandma and Grandpa took over duties of watching Ashanti instead of her going to the daycare. Like I did when I was younger, Ashanti grew to love spending time with her grandparents. Even becoming something of a mini chef in the process.

As was expected, the divorce was short and ugly. JerMichael and his lawyer tried as desperately as they could to sully Jillian as a 'harlot" of a wife, even though the swinging had been all of his idea. Unfortunately, Jillian was wrong in her assessment of whom JerMichael should fear the most. Gerald was in attendance for a few of the trial motions and what he heard got the better of him. Though he wasn't in sports anymore, his job still kept him in POWERFUL shape. He laid JerMichael out cold with a broken nose and jaw after he called Jillian a 'whore' one too many times.

As far as he was concerned, it was the best 2 days in jail and $500 fine he ever spent.

Eventually, the divorce was finalized, the couple having to sell the house and divide the spoils of their marriage. Even though she really didn't want to, Jill agreed to joint custody of the children with their father. Malcolm and Ashanti protested to no avail. Even thought they hadn't heard any of the gratuitous facts surrounding the case, their opinion of their father changed dramatically. It only softened when they spoke to their grandparents and got to meet their stepbrother for the first time. Children forgive a little sooner than their parents. For JerMichael, news went from bad to worse. The publicity of the divorce was splashed all over the news and internet, and though the majority of the facts were kept out of print, fans and the league were none to happy to learn their favorite player was a cheater. Eventually, the team canned JerMichael, leaving him with a massive debt for both the $1200 a month spousal support and $5000 a month in child support. He landed on his feet as a Receivers coach back at UVA. Until his world was rocked again when the news broke that his new wife Claire had been having an extra marital affair with a student athlete and his girlfriend. Worse still, she was pregnant with the player's child. Ending the sordid affair in an on-field brawl between coach and student, wife and girlfriend. JerMichael was fired and arrested for his participation in the fracas. If that weren't bad enough, Claire emptied his bank account and fled with JJ and her new child. Hooking up with a former player friend of JerMichael's who had a much better career in football.

JerMichael was so ruined, he attempted suicide in jail on two occasions. Neither one successful, but both enough to get him committed to a psychiatric hospital for the foreseeable future.

Jillian and I continued growing together as siblings. She became an integral part of my practice as even though she had been out of the working marketplace for some time, her ability to multitask, learn on the fly, and natural beauty and intelligence helped me grow my practice. I eventually helped her buy a small store front a couple doors down from me and open a Battered Women's and Children Social Work center. He tireless work ethic gained her loads of notoriety and awards from the city and state. Many coming with tons of federal and state grants that shot her business through the roof. She ended up buying a townhouse down the block from me, keeping us in close proximity to her favorite brother and lover. Oh yeah...with all the time we spent together, Jillian and I became constant (if not very secretive) lovers. She opened my eyes to many other sexual pleasures I had no idea were even feasible or pleasurable.

n August, she gave birth to her third and final child. Naming him Ser JerMichael Black. (Ser by the way is my legal first name, of course harkening back to the knights of old, though I never use it. To throw people off the scent of any impropriety she threw her ex husband's name in there). Our family grew in both stature and love. We constantly went on trips and holidays together, spending as much time as we could.

But...all good things do come to an end. One of my attorney colleagues was smitten with my sister. He chased her for a good 2 years before she finally relented. Stan Chisolm was a successful trial lawyer that wouldn't take no for an answer. Eventually, Jillian saw the greatness in Stan and fell in love with him. I was never so happy to watch our father walk Jillian back down the aisle to receive her new groom. Gerald for his part was taking no chances. He put the fear of Almighty God in him early. Letting him know in no uncertain terms that his very LIFE hung in the balance of he messed over our sister. Ahh Gerald. The ever-protective watchman for his little sister Jill. But he shouldn't have worried. Stan was completely over the moon for Jill. Loving her as I have only seen in comparison to my grandparents and Mom and Dad.

Although I was happy for all of Jillian's success, her move up in life meant that I could no longer enjoy her company as a secretary, nor her awesome sexual prowess. It had been 3 months since the wedding and I was ruminating over that exact subject, when my front door opened.

"Morning!" I greeted the newcomer from behind my cherry desk. "How can I be of service to you ma'am? Need help filing tax returns or are you looking to purchase any property?"

"Oh no...nothing like that I'm afraid. I'm looking for David Black."

"Well...you happen to be in luck. I am he that you seek."

"Oh great! I need a job and the lady I talked to told me to bring my resume to you."

"Oh...well, let me take a look at what you have and what you can do."

Handing me the envelope, I began to peruse her skills and references.

"Wow...mighty impressive Mrs...Nelson-Sneed."

"Oh my God...David...you really don't remember me?"

Taking a harder look, I took in my potential new employee. But my memory was failing me ever so terribly.

"Oh my God ma'am...please forgive me. I can't place you from anywhere. Where did I know you before?"

"Well...from school hopefully. I remember the night you danced with your sister. That didn't end to well did it?"

"No...no it didn't. Ans since you remember that...I'm afraid.."

"David...it's ME; Brandy! You probably remember me as Brandy Conklin! I was there that night of the party. I had the biggest crush on you back then. I hated when you just kind of disappeared. I was always asking Jillian about you. She told me everything after a while, she shared her story about that night in one of our meetings, and I kind of had the same thing happen to me with my older brother, so I understood."

My jaw hit the floor. I remember Brandy from back then. She was in the same class as Jillian and was on her soccer team. But she looked nothing like the full-fledged woman that stood before me now. Back then, she also had braces, was skinny as a rail, and had fewer curves than a number 2 pencil. But the woman that stood in my presence now was a nuclear bomb of ebony beauty. An angular face, with round, puffy lips, big beautiful hazel eyes, and a body that was just made for sex stacked upon a short, 5',4" frame that was lean and curvier than a German Autobahn.

"Oh God...BRANDY?! It's been what...almost 18 years since then. What have you been up to?"

"Oh...that's a tale that will take a good loooooonnnngggg time to explain. But, if you're up to it, your sister says that you could use MUCH MORE than a good secretary, and I know a woman that is in the market for a really good man. I would love to take you out and tell you all about it. I even know of the perfect CLUB we could discuss it at. Interested?" she said with the slyest twinkle in her eye.

"You know...that sounds absolutely awesome."