Escaping the Weather's Fury 1
Caution: This account includes instances of incestual relations. If that subjects you discomfort, now is the time to cease.
It was the brink of midnight on a Friday night. I had gotten back home late enough that everyone had drifted off to bed. I inched my way into the house, employed my smartphone's torchlight, undressed, and got under the blankets.
My eyes were lashed shut from too much time behind the wheel. The weather wasn't particularly horrible for March - but the two-hour drive was tiresome, especially after a long day at work following my early-morning classes.
Within a month, I would earn my Bachelor's Degree. I was already employed at the firm where I would be on a full-time basis when I no longer needed to finish my classes. I just needed to get through this weekend, making it back home, wrapping up my lectures, dealing with graduation, and my life would be set.
This weekend was for NayNay's party. My youngest sister, Renee, was turning 18 tomorrow. My mother had arranged a sizable family weekend. She was vehement that my sister was insistent that I must attend. I had tried various alibis — but my mother asserted that Renee genuinely desired my presence.
I listened to the door's knob turn, the door glide across the carpet, back, and the knob's release. I then sensed the latch be secured. A small body settled ontop of my blankets, on my left.
The faint whiff of familiar perfume and recognition that she was the littlest person in our family gave me a hint as to who it was.
"What are you doing?" I inquired vis my weary younger sister.
"I need birthday kisses," she proclaimed.
"It's not your birthday yet, brat," I quipped.
Despite not being able to see her face, I could detect the pout.
"It'll be in 12 minutes," she disclosed.
"I'm fatigued, Nay. I'll be asleep in 12 minutes," I informed her.
"No you won't — because I won't allow it. You have to wait," she stated.
"I'll just give you your kisses now then you can return to bed. It's a reasonable alternative," I suggested.
I leaned in and kissed her brow.
"No! That doesn't count!" she exclaimed. "You need to wait."
Her pout was almost audible.
When we were minors, our sibling, Stacy, used to rush to our parents' chamber to be solaced while storms occurred. The initial occasions, Renee and I had tried to claim sanctuary in our parents' room as well but Stacy — a year older than I — well, let's just say we'd had countless opportunities to acclimatize to her being a poor "sharer".
Mom explained away Stacy's behavior. Renee and I resented her because she'd never made use of sharing skills since she never practiced them when it came to her younger siblings. My bigger sister was better at sharing with others. She had never utilized those skills when it came to her little siblings. As our parents' room was off-limits to us during storms, Renee and I held each other and braved the din and commotion together. That's why NayNay and I were close.
After Stacy left for college, the house became much quieter. A year on, Renee cried as I bade farewell, clinging to me. She had persuaded my mother to drive down a few weekends — and then my mother told her that it was too far to make the journey anymore.
Over the past 3.5 years, my visits home had grown fewer and further between. Now, with my hours at work and other things going on, I only returned home for brief visits come the end of the school year and over Christmas. I had only made the journey this time because Renee had pestered my mother into pestering me. She used the 'once in a lifetime' line during our discourse. I knew I was screwed.
"Are you coming back to visit after graduation?" Renee queried me.
I had recently answered the inquiry for my mother — who had questioned me on behalf of my sister.
"No," I replied. "I graduate on Saturday plus start work on Monday. You'd already known this."
"I simply wondered if things had changed."
"Nope, brat," I said, chuckling. "There's been no alteration in what I mentioned when you prodded mom twice to inquire about it — and now."
"There was a chance," she conceded, cautiously biting her lower lip.
She examined her phone. There were six minutes remaining until midnight. I gave up and rolled my body sideways to face her, yanked my arm out from under her. She responded by peeling the slender linen sheets off and clambering under the covers with me.
The petite blonde was clad in a pink camisole and panty ensemble. Her eyes were somber in the dimly lit room, yet they illuminated like a cloudless sky in daylight. It was not easy to stay upset with the tiny sprite for long. Not because she was so undeniably adorable or because we formed a strong connection to persevere through Stacy's persistent torment, but due to the fact that she was mom and dad's unintended offspring. Our parents incessantly reminded Renee of this fact, which distressed her immensely.
Perhaps they didn't recognize the impact of their words. We were already perceived as the neglected ones in the family, but their continuous referencing of Renee as their "unintended victim" exacerbated those feelings.
Stacy, our elder sister, had always been frosty and aloof. Renee was my small sidekick and relied on me for everything. It was not unusual for me to feel like a superhero when my little sister viewed me in such a high regard. I continually strived not to disappoint her. Her smile radiated like sunbeams; however, her frown engendered heart dismay.
"What are you advocating?" I enquired, chuckling amidst a lack of sleep.
"I'm chilly. I was warm enough until you moved your arm."
"Why does my bratty little sis yearn for birthday kisses?" I remarked while suppressing a smirk.
"Can't I have what I crave? It's my birthday. I no longer request much."
I contemplated her comment. She was indeed accurate; she seldom asked for anything. She eyed her cellphone, four minutes.
"Once I bestow you with kisses, you must fly to your bed. I'm exhausted, Princess."
"It's foretold to storm later."
"You could return if the commotion rouses you."
"Can't I remain here? I'm already warm."
With no response forthcoming, she attempted a different approach.
"Did you present me with anything for my birthday?"
"Nay."
"Well, then. I desire kisses, embraces, and a declaration in the coming hours..."
"You mean tomorrow?"
She flashed her cellphone at me. I observed the time evolve to midnight and the date transform to her birthday.
"Kisses." She coldly demanded.
I lowered my head to my little sister and planted a kiss on her forehead. Her smile illuminated the darkness. Renee has always been an adorable little teddy bear - and I expect she'll remain that way for the next 18 years.
"I cherish you, Kal-El," she gushed.
"I adore you, too, nuisance."
My brain drifted - again - into memories of the abuse I'd endured (mainly from my classmates) regarding my name. My father had been a keen Superman aficionado as a child and managed to convince my mother to name her first son "Kal-El". I'd frequently wished for an older brother instead. Instead, I was burdened by a self-centered older sister.
The wind's intensity augmented. The sky quickly switched from a pitch-black expanse to a vibrant gray as lightning flashed in the distance. The smallest twigs on the treetop in our front yard clattered and scratched against my windowpane as the wind buffeted them violently.
"Kal," Renee murmured softly, trembling.
"I'm over here," I reassured her.
Cradling my arm a little tighter around my little sister, I hauled her against me. I leaned towards her, turning a little more to face her. A flash of lightning illuminated the room, displaying her eyes as they dilated. She quivered and nestled her head under my chin.
"Kal," she called out, climbing the urgency ladder.
"Be still, NayNay. No harm can reach you. I'm here."
"I adore you," she lamented.
"I adore you too. We've weathered many storms together. And here we are."
My little sister's fear of storms went back a decade because of the tornado that occurred last year. I wasn't there to support NayNay, but Mom recounted how she found my sister curled up in a fetal position, lying in her closet. After that, Mom got her and urged her to take her things and head to the basement. NayNay clung to her the entire time. The houses next door were completely flattened while we only had some roof damage. However, Renee remained terrified.
Several storms had happened while I was in college, but that particular night was the worst. What made it even more problematic was NayNay's fear - fear triggered by the chaotic weather events.
Renee and I sat in the bedroom with the power off. An explosion resonated through the streets, and I knew it was a transformer. It was almost light-blue, illuminating the room. The power company would soon fix it.
"Kal," Renee cried out.
"It's just a transformer," I reassured her. "The power will be back soon. We're in the best place we could be."
"What if it starts a fire?" She quivered.
"We'll put on some coats and get out of here if we have to," I intentioned.
"Where should we go?" She asked frantically.
"Renee!" I bellowed, wanting her attention.
Her arms wrapped around my ribs, and she rested herself against me. I pulled her tighter and kissed her cheek. Her lips, seeking mine, kissed me back. Her excitement showed even more when a bright blue flash glared through the window. Renee's fear seemed to vanish, turning into a fiery determination.
"Hold me, Kal!" She gasped.
Renee pressed into me, and it became a reciprocal effort wherein she straddled my lap, her thighs bearing her weight against me. She leaned over, her mouth connecting with mine. The storm's lightening was no longer causing her to feel fear, as her focus now lied on me.
Renee kissed me while simultaneously sitting up to remove her camisole. She discarded it and laid on my chest, her hips simultaneously moving against my lap, pushing, pulling, and rubbing, seeking friction. I gasped, eager to join her quest for delight.
"Renee," I groaned, enjoying the sensation.
She looked at me, her eyes full of determination, no fear in them.
"You're safe with me," She whispered, kissing me deeply.
Thunder clapped outside while the wind howled, exacerbating the already-intense emotions. Her lips navigated back and forth across mine, in sync with her hips' movement, her creature pulsating against my boxer-briefs.
"Renee," I groaned.
She rose, and I stared at her pink bra-clad breasts. Renee's lips latched onto my mouth, seeking more intimate contact, refusing to stop even when the storm outside raged harder.
Renee's hips moved against my shoulder area as she fidgeted above me. I reached out and touched her breasts, forcing her to slow down when her tongue explored mine deeply.
"Renee," I groaned, further aroused.
Her two firm breasts were hers to control. She held my hands against her breasts, squeezing while jeans-covered meat pressed into her as her movement created friction and influenced my member.
"Kal," she whispered sensually.
"Renee," I panted.
As soon as the force behind the movement ceased, she returned, pressing harder against me. Her lower region rubbed my boxer-briefs.
"I'm safe with you, Kal," she said, leaning over. "I've wanted this forever, but we couldn't. I'm 18 now. Now we can."
"We can't," I butted in.
"You can't," she corrected. "I can, and I will."
"Renee," I moaned, but the storm in my lap would not be ignored.
As she continued her movements, her lips pressed into my neck, moving down to my chest, whispering sexy secrets. She remained suspended above me, moving and grinding, locking eyes with me.
"You're safe with me," She said, convinced of her right. "I'll move out and tell Mom and Dad I'm just saving money for college. You won't tell them the truth."
"Renee," I moaned, indulging. She was my baby sister, and the situation was a familiar one to me. It ignited arousal as Iatic waves emanated from her core, seeking relief. Despite the storm ravaging outside, the satisfaction crowning in my lap was unimaginable.
In the cover of darkness, my sister leaned into me and whispered, "I have no one else who has protected me and cared for me like you have, Kal. No one else makes me feel safe. This...this is different. It's not just protection, it's...it's something else. Call it repayment, call it infatuation, call it whatever you want. I plan to stay in your house and look after your needs. I won't stop you if you decide to date and marry, but just know that your wife will have to accept me as your permanent side piece."
My sister paused, then continued, "I shared my wish for my birthday and now I'm going to show you."
She moved her delicate fingers against my naked body and I moaned under the night sky. Renee's fingers explored and teased, making wet trails up the length of my erect shaft. Straddling me, she sat upright, torso pressed against my chest. Her outer lips hugged my hard penis; she guides my hands back to caressing her small breasts and gently chains her leg around my waist.
"I'm going to slowly lower myself onto you to make sure you'll fit, and then you'll burst my cherry," she told me.
I groaned.
Renee's hips gyrated against my lower torso, making my body jerk involuntarily as her pert lips slid up and down the back of my sex. She still had a soft grasp on my wrists, urging my hands to move to her tender buttocks. She relaxed and leaned in to kiss me, forcing her mouth against mine. Her nipples rubbed against my skin, and she experienced pleasurable friction as she used my sodden cock to abuse her clit and her sex organs.
"I'm going to cum, big brother," she gasped, her flushed face just inches from mine.
"Renee," I grunted.
Her breath hitched as her hands locked under my armpits, the vice-like grip preventing me from moving any further. My sister began to slide against me rhythmically; the head of my penis brushed against her vaginal opening as her lips and head gently bit into my skin. She groaned, rolled around on my chest, and postured on my lap. Her legs spread open, pressing her body against mine, abandoning complete contact as she hungrily kissed me. This continued for a minute or two.
Outside, a sudden pounding on my door disturbed the moment. "Kal?" my mother called out.
"Yes?" I replied, even as Renee tugged the covers up over both of us.
"Is there someone in your room? They don't sound like a friend or family member."
I started to push Renee off of me, but she loved into my ear and demanded, "Cram it inside me!"
My sister finally released my arms, and I could now defend myself, but she still laid on top of me and her legs were still entangled with mine. "Condom?" I asked quietly.
She shook her head. "I don't want your penis covered by rubber – I want to feel you, to experience your manhood. Take me with full force. Fill me until I can't take it anymore."
"Renee, this…it's wrong."
"I'm doing this, Kal. We can do this two ways. Either it's this way, in which I insist you slide your penis into my cunt and cum until you tremble…your semen leaks into your sister, making her your forever tight pussy, or things get harder: you're asleep and helpless, while I force you onto the bed, rape you, take you."
With careful consideration, I looked up into Renee's piercing gaze. The worst of the storm seemed to be past, the thunder and lightning growing more distant. Renee continued to watch with those burning green eyes, waiting on her big brother's answer. Lightning danced behind her as she demanded, "Fuck me, big brother."
I stretched out my arms and legs, imprisoning myself next to my younger sister, trapping her on top of me with her limbs tangled around me – signifying submission and surrender. "I'm your prisoner, Renee. You can now violate me however you want."
"That's not right," I said.
A lightning bolt arched through her irises, as if to determine the extent of her requests, if she had crossed any lines. It disappeared, leaving Renee looking duty-driven, and once again demanding, "Slide it in!"
As Renee climbed onto me, her taut nipples scratched against my chest. When my dick touched the space between her thighs, she stopped. She pressed her lips against mine, teeth clashing, and then went down once more. The tip of my erect penis connected with her closed slit.
She maneuvered her leg to the side, opening herself enough to lower her body further.
Her crotch was now lined up with the entryway to my sister's forbidden spot, a place where a brother's penis should never be. The more she made me wait, the more I wanted to be inside of her. The fierce desire written on her face proved that she longed for this as much as she had said. I couldn't resist any longer.
Renee latched onto my biceps, as if holding onto a set of bike handlebars. She moved down my body, she began pushing herself back and forth against my prick. My dick's lubrication merged with her girl-cum, creating a slippery path for them. The real obstacle was present; it required more effort to penetrate her. Her tiny body pushed against mine, forcing my stiff cock against her hymen until it finally surrendered.
Her lungs took in a deep breath; her eyes were focused on mine, and then she exhaled, only to push again. Her lips moved back to mine. She slid down so her chin rested on my chest, and gasped for breath.
"I feel so full, Kal," she murmured. "Please don't move; I don't want to. Kal, I need to."
I placed my palms on her back and traced them from her shoulder blades to her waist. I then slid them down even further. The next time, I held her up and squeezed her buttocks.
"You're one lusty brat, little sister," I told her.
I stretched both my arms wide and relaxed, waiting for her to make the next move.
She performed sluggish movements up and down my cock, not nearly enough to achieve proper penetration. After a while, Renee's climbs lengthened. She moved up and off my shaft, only to push back down, now halfway inside. Finally, she did it again, her body sliding up and down my shaft. She continued at the same slow pace, making my penis penetrate deeper and deeper until it was fully inserted into her vagina.
"I'm in deep trouble," I said flatly.
"What for?" she asked innocently.
"The feel of your pussy on my prick is driving me crazy, and it feels like I'm about to explode," I replied.
"Is it amazing, Kal? Do I feel good?" she asked.
"So good, baby sister," I managed to say.
"You're going to fill me up," she cooed.
"Do you want my baby to be born?" I asked.
"Mmhmm," she purred, her hips swaying as they echoed my words. "Do you want your baby to have your features? Our child deserves to have at least one of us as a parent."
"You disgust me," I replied, trying to keep my voice flat.
She giggled, "Well, your cum makes me wild. I can't hold off."
"You'll regret this," I whispered, my voice strained as I clutched her back.
"I'm ready for it," she said. "When the moment comes, I'll grip your cock desperately."
"Will this..." I hesitated, staring down at the carpet.
"It'll be so wet, thank you for that," she said.
I went back to my relaxed position, waiting.
She began grinding her hips against mine, inch by inch, each motion sending pleasure spiraling through my body. I could hardly breathe.
"Kal..." she croaked.
"What?" I gasped.
"I want to talk about something. What do you think about Les?" she asked.
"Sister, we'll do this later, please hurry," I urged.
She grinned, sliding faster against me. "Yes, I can feel it. I'm ready to explode."
Our fast breathing echoed throughout the room, the thrill of performing these acts pushing us both over the brink.
"I'm cumming," she breathed.
I wrapped my arms around her and grunted, "Me too, you dirty girl."
She shivered under me; her body convulsed, she glanced up and her eyes filled with tears.
"I feel it," she whispered, her chest heaving as her legs slid along mine. "You're inside of me, dear brother, I can't describe the feeling."
I held her tight, kissing her soft lips while she trembled with ecstasy, struggling to control her breathing.
"But I'm not on the pill," she whispered.
"What?" I asked, completely caught off guard.
Her eyes met mine, "I'm glad, your seed will fill me to burst. Our baby will carry your features, and only we'll know."
"Renee," I whispered, "we can't..."
"It's happening, you can't stop it," she said, grinning wickedly. "Just imagine it, my belly swelling and our child being yours."
"I can't be a father to your child, Renee," I said.
"Who's there to know?" she scoffed, sliding down my body and pulled my arms down, placing them under my hips. "I'll tell no one, only we'll know."
She shifted position, burying her head under my chin and taking a deep breath.
"We'll keep it our secret," she giggled.
With a smile, I ran my fingers down her back and traced them to her waist. "So will I be your father?"
She smiled and kissed me. "I'm telling you that you'll be the only person, besides our child, that will ever know we did this."
"And so, does that make us siblings or just two people in love?"
She frowned resentfully, "I only think you're my big brother, but I don't want you to think that way Renee, I love you, way too much for that."
"I crave it, Kal," she begged. "I long to be pregnant with your child. You protect me and I know you'll safeguard my baby too. They'll label me a filthy slut and I'll explain how caring and lovely my older brother is for allowing his defiled younger sister to reside with him. Each night, you'll return home from work and toss me onto the sofa's arm and screw me senseless. When my belly becomes too significant, you can lay me down on the kitchen table and ram your large dick into me until I climax on your knob — then you can deposit another load of sperm in me – bathing our growing baby in your affection."
"Renee ..."
Her teeth pierced my jaw just as I sensed her body stiffen and the sheath around my pole constricted. My control slipped away as I grasped my sister by the rear and shoved her fully onto my meatstick. My sperm commenced discharging within her and I couldn't be happier. Regardless of societal rules, it felt perfectly acceptable.
As the final drops of danger-sauce escaped my dick, I encircled her buttocks with my thighs and my arms with her ribs and pulled her tightly to me.
~~~~~
I'm unsure of the exact time I awoke, but it was still quite dark outside of my window. The fan was operational again. Renee was kissing my lips – once more. I opened my eyes and gazed at her.
My little sister beamed at me and murmured, "Turn me over and impregnate me, then I'll dress and skulk back into my room."
"Why don't we keep you here instead?"
"Is that what you really want, Kal?"
I laid her on her back and her legs encircled me. My penis was still inside of her. It was already expanding – filling her from within. Leaning down, I kissed her lips. She intertwined her fingers in my hair and dragged me closer against her chest. Both of us were moaning. I doubted our quietness was effective. Regardless, I needed to fuck my sister.
I pressed my muzzle to her lips and eased my thickened member in and out of her sexual organ. She'd been aggravatingly lethargic the previous night, yet now she was adamant I hasten. She clutched onto me by twisting and un-twisting her legs and thighs – continuously thrusting her cunt on my rod.
For my part, I thrusted into her as swiftly and strongly as I could manage. She still urged me to quicken. Concurrently, I yearned to cram into her harder, yet it was beyond my limitations – I was as rapid and intense as I could be. As it was, I was unsure I'd be able to end our actions prior to collapsing once more.
After what probably felt like countless hours, her passage gripped mine and I recognized my seed instilled in her. I flipped us over – once more with my sister on top – and my eyelids drooped as I felt myself fading. I sensed Renee stretch to obtain something on the floor yet couldn't fathom what it could be.
~~~~~
I awoke to a knock on the door.
"You two conscious?" mom questioned.
"We are now," I responded.
"Is it safe for me to enter?" mom inquired.
Renee nodded at me, indicating it was secure. I scooted several inches away from my sister. We were both naked, facing one another. My sister rolled onto her back. I inched away from her.
"Yup," I replied.
The door cracked open and mom gazed in at us.
"Are you both fine?" mom inquired.
"Absolutely fine, mom," she commented, giggling. "My older brother is here to shield me from the storms. I'm always safe when Kal's by my side;"
"It was an intense one," mom said.
"I heard the initial moments and then Kal and I were conversing and – prior to realizing it – I awoke with the fan operating," she declared.
"Yes, the power returned at about two a.m.," mom noted. "Would you two like some breakfast?"
"I'll participate," Renee said. "I need to attend to my teeth first."
"Of course not, little sister," mom responded. "It's your birthday."
"I'll assist then," I said. "I'll transform my clothing, clean my teeth, and meet you in the kitchen."
"Alright," I replied. "I'll be there in a short while."
"Hey, little sister," mom said to Renee. "Let your brother finish changing."
I wasn't sure how she managed it, but it seemed like she'd dressed in her clothes while mom was distracted. Renee hopped out from under the covers and walked toward the door. I tried not to stare at her lacey pink panties which were clinging tightly to her cute bottom as she bounced over to the exit.
"I want sprinkles on my pancakes," she told mom with a grin.
"We'll see, darling princess," mom responded.
Once the door was shut, I used my underwear to clean the slippery substances (mine and hers) off my dick and crotch.
I fetched a towel from the linen closet, took a quick shower, brushed my teeth, shoved the used towel into the hamper, and changed back into my regular clothes. I then went downstairs to join them.
Mom assigned me the task of frying the bacon. She wrapped an apron around me and kissed my neck as she tied it behind my back.
"That's a good decision, mom," Renee commented as she entered the kitchen. "If he burns the bacon, we'll all like it that way."
"I don't prefer mine burnt," Stacy commented, closing the front door and seeking a hug from mom before passing Renee by.
Renee gave me a confused look, so I just shrugged. She made a show of pretending she was blow-jobbing a phallic object and it bulging against her cheek.
"What are you up to, Renee?" mom inquired, noticing her behavior.
"Teasing my sister," she responded defensively.
"That's rude," Stacy criticized.
"You're rude," Renee fired back.
"Why am I rude?" Stacy asked.
"If I explain it to you, you'll just come up with some reason why you're exceptional, and then mommy will chastise me for being mean - so why don't you just get those teeth settled around my penis and leave it at that?"
"Eat dirt, cunt," Stacy snapped.
"Girls!" mom shouted.
"Thank you for the birthday hug, Stacy," Renee snapped at her, before leaving the kitchen.
Stacy made a show of covering her mouth in mock outrage before turning to look at me and then mom.
I hadn't had to deal with her crap for ages and it turned out that I now had exceptionally low tolerance for her.
I turned off the bacon, untied my apron, balled it up, and threw it onto the counter. I gave Stacy a wide berth as I ascended the stairs. Three minutes later, I half-dragged Renee back downstairs.
"Where are we going?" mom asked.
"IHOP," I answered.
I assisted Renee out of the car, led her to my vehicle, opened the door, and had her sit. I climbed into the driver's seat myself.
"Set your phones to silent," I instructed Renee.
She snorted with laughter and set her ringer to vibrate.
I started the engine and drove to the restaurant.
"Why is she like that?" Renee inquired.
"She was dropped too many times as an infant," I said. "Mom feels guilty because it's her fault and her sister has brain damage."
"I love you, Kal," Renee giggled.
"And I love you too, cheeky little brat," I replied.
"The next time you cum inside me, I want you to call me 'brat' while you're filling me up."
"You're wicked," I told her.
"You've been talking to Stacy again," she remarked. "Don't listen to her bullshit."
I couldn't hold back the laughter.
Halfway to IHOP, I spotted a mom-and-pop diner and decided to stop there instead. I wanted to support the small business.
I parked, got out of the car, and went around to assist my little sister out of the vehicle.
Renee stood and wrapped her arms around my neck, kissing me fervently. I encircled her with my own arms, but she moved them to her backside. She kissed me again, leaving me breathless.
"Let's get something to eat," I persuaded. "We need to talk."
"Hell, yes!" Renee purred.
She grabbed my hand as we headed inside to find a cozy booth, ordered our drinks, and our food. As we conversed, I couldn't help but notice that she'd unlocked something inside of me the night before. I was steering towards an unknown future.
She had submitted her FAFSA details, mentioning the college I was attending as her institution. With one grant secured, if we reapplied, adjusting her status to living with me, we could potentially obtain additional assistance - though it might have been exhausted already.
In a few weeks, I would graduate. She had roughly six weeks left. She would resubmit the application and start preparing for her move to my place. I'd locate a house or an apartment to ensure our future residence was secured.
After my graduation, I'd sneak back home, gather the belongings Renee had packed for me while everyone was at her ceremony, watch my sister graduate from the gym, and then hide until she called. She'd pick up her "move-out" bag, come outside to meet me, and we'd make our way to my house.
The only unknown was how long we should let our parents simmer before responding to their phone calls and texts. We wanted to avoid any calls to the police. We tried to foresee our parents' next actions and strategized our reactions accordingly.
Renee was still under our parents' phone plan. I had severed that connection a few years prior. We chose to buy her a new phone, which would be on my plan. Over the following six weeks, she would notify everyone she wished to remain in contact with, providing her new phone number. She'd place her old phone in her room prior to meeting me.
As we consumed our meal, Renee's phone vibrated. A text from mom arrived, asking which IHOP we had used for breakfast.
This meant they were searching for us. They either didn't have trackers on her, or they were feigning ignorance. We stopped at a dollar store to purchase a cell phone bag that would block radio frequencies. Renee sent emails to all her contacts with her new number so she could access them on her new device. She placed her old phone in the RF-blocking bag.
Having completed the task, we visited a retailer that sold phones for my carrier. We bought the one Renee would transfer to. As I drove around town, she transferred her messages and accounts onto her new device. Unfortunately, she would lose some games and apps, but she felt it was a worthwhile sacrifice.
By the time we arrived home, mom was relentlessly contacting me via my phone. She had realized that she couldn't reach Renee. As we drove into our driveway, Renee removed her old phone from the RF-blocking bag and replaced it with her new phone. She switched it on to see many missed calls, emails, and texts, most from our mother. She dismissed them and put the phone in her pocket.
We entered the house, and mom was livid.
"Where HAVE you been?!" She shrieked.
We merely stood and stared.
We allowed her to vent until her anger subsided.
"Is Stacy gone?" I inquired.
"What does that have anything to do with this?" questioned mom.
"When Stacy is here, she ignores us," responded Renee. "I've endured this for years, but I refuse to let it go on any longer now that I'm an adult."
"You cannot speak to me in that tone, young lady," mom scolded.
Renee faced her and presented her phone.
"What's that?" mom asked.
"My phone. It belongs to you. I'll be out of your house by the end of today - my birthday," Renee declared.
"Renee! You're being unreasonable!"
"Mother," Renee snapped.
"You will not call the police!" mom barked.
"Then you need to start paying attention," I stressed.
"Kal," dad grumbled.
"Move your ass or I'll call the police," I threatened, glaring at him.
Dad adjusted plans and sat down on the couch. I resumed my glare on mom.
"I don't understand your hostility," mom whispered.
"Don't you?" I asked. "Stacy turns up this morning and accuses Renee of stealing her phone, on her birthday."
"Language," mom commanded.
Renee studied her mother, then brought her phone from her pocket and held it out to her.
"What's this?" mom wondered.
"My phone. It's yours. I'll be leaving today."
"Renee, you're being unreasonable!"
"So," responded Renee, "you've failed to notice how you prioritize Stacy over us."
"You cannot talk to me that way!"
Renee gazed at her and viewed her phone one last time.
"Fire away," she said, extending her phone to mom.
"Kal," dad warned.
"Mom, this is your last chance to behave like civilized adults," I requested.
Thankfully, dad reprioritized and headed to the living room couch. I moved my glare to mom.
"I'm not understanding this animosity," mom murmured.
"Really?" I questioned. "Stacy walks in this morning, berates Renee, and you side with her?"
"Language," warned mom.
"I've had enough of your nonsense, Mom," I declared.
I dialed the emergency number.
"Kal!" she cried out.
"GAME OVER, Mom. It's time to get some professionals involved and see who's out of their mind. I had planned on leaving Renee here until her graduation, but now I'll have her moved to a homeless shelter until I can pick her up."
"You can't be serious!" Mom exclaimed.
I gazed at my sister and said, "Get your things together."
"Renee..." Dad bellowed.
"Hello? 911 operator? My sister is 18 years old and my parents are creating a ruckus. Could we get an intermediary over here?"
I supplied the address, answered a few questions, and ended the call.
"You're making a spectacle of this," Dad complained.
I decided to ignore him any longer.
"What the hell is going on?" I heard my eldest sister ask as she entered the room.
I confronted Mom and inquired, "No scolding for the golden child about her language?"
"Kal..." she sighed.
"Greetings, revered elder sister," I replied, turning to Stacy. "Please, take a seat while we wait for the police officers to arrive."
"WTF is happening? Have you gone mad?"
I looked at Mom and nodded toward Stacy. She gave me no reaction. I stared at her until she glanced down. Then I moved to my father.
He held my gaze for a while and eventually said, "Come sit down, Stacy."
"Fuck that! What the hell is this psychopath up to?"
"Hello," a voice said from the threshold. "City Police. Did someone call 911?"
"WTF, Kal?!" Stacy yelled.
"That was me," I responded, ignoring my sister and heading towards the police officers on their entry.
For the following hour, everyone had the chance to express their perspectives to the officers. It seemed like my parents might agree to keep Renee here until I came to retrieve her, but then - thankfully for us - my esteemed older sister got into a disagreement with both the police and my parents - as Renee and I merely watched.
Mom managed to corral Stacy into a corner and held her there while the officers observed Renee and me pack her possessions.
Renee informed the police officers that she wanted to go to the homeless shelter and reside with me after graduation.
As I stood holding the final container, I instructed my parents, "Text my phone number whenever you're prepared for a visit. We'll meet at a public location. Don't feel the need to bring Her Majesty or there'll be no more visits."
"Fuck you," Stacy scowled.
"No, I wouldn't have sex with you if it were possible with Dad's genitalia," I quipped, causing gasps from all three.
The officers followed Renee and myself to my car. They instructed us on what to say when we got to the shelter and assured us that they had contacted it ahead. We thanked them for their aid. They awaited in the car - no doubt working on their piles of paperwork alongside the case - as we drove away and headed off.
"I need your sperm before you depart," Renee stated as we drove down the street.
"I'm not sure that's the greatest idea right now," I responded.
"Kal," she breathed. "For the next six weeks, I'll be sleeping with strangers in a shelter, longing for the day I can leave this living nightmare. I want a piece of you."
"I gave you a small taste earlier today," I remarked, smirking at her. "Twice."
She grinned and said, "... and I need a little more."
I found an isolated street in an out-of-the-way suburb and parked besides some trees that would provide privacy. The backseat was full of Renee's belongings, so we had to have sex in the passenger seat.
She grinned up at me as I commenced removing my clothes.
"Impudent," I stated. "You're aware, right?"
"I'm your spoiled brat, older brother," she said. She reached out and held my penis, beginning to stroke it, and remarked, "and I DO mean BIG."
She stood next to me and removed her clothes. I admired her stunning body with my eyes - then my hands - and then she was in my arms, seated on my member, her buttocks in my grasp, as I thrust into her over and over, pressing her frame against the side of my car.
"Fuck, yes! Kal," she moaned. "I adore this so much!"
I remained silent. I simply groaned as I kept driving into her astonishing tightness. [
As my cock slid in and out of my sister's wet pussy, the car rocked from side to side. We were beidenginthemoment, lost in the pure bliss of each other's pleasure. I could hold back no more. I let go of my grip on the steering wheel and began thrusting harder, unlessingallmyrestraint.
Her pussy tightened around me, squeezing me harder with each pound. Her mouth found mine and we kissed passionately. Finally, we broke the passionate kiss and just held each other closer, catching our breath.
We exchanged a few more loving kisses as we put our clothes back on. She got back in her seat while I got behind the wheel.
I drove her to a shelter, where she would be able to stay until she could fend for herself. After parking, I helped her get inside,filling out paperwork, and getting her checked in.
When it was time to say goodbye, I held he again and we cried, locking lips in multiple kisses.
"I'll be back soon," I told her with conviction. "Finish strong. Make your sister proud. I'll be there waiting for you as you graduate, and then we'll leave this place behind us forever."
"I love you, Kal," Renee whispered.
"I love you, too, sweet sister," I whispered back.
Renee grinned.
"I almost forgot," she said. "Say you love me during this one."
"You know I do," I teased.
"Promise?"
I smirked. "Promise whatever you want," I said.
She grinned and grabbed my arm. "Remember, I'll be holding you to that."
The tears welled up in my eyes as the door closed behind her. Constantly questioning if we made the right move, I drove back to my apartment. My phone buzzed with angry texts from my other sister. I blocked her with satisfaction.
Upon reaching my place, I collected Renee's belongings and carried them inside. I called a realtor and explained my situation: graduating from college, starting a new job at an engineering firm, and needing a new home. She suggested the normalload of advice - what to tell the bank - and said she'd begin searching for a two-bedroom home for my future wife and me.
The bank hooked me up with a lending officer who heard my story and aided me in obtaining a loan that would give me precedence in the bidding process once the realtor found the perfect home.
By graduation day, I had secured an affordable house in a good neighborhood, with easy payments, and had managed to move us both in. I purchased two simple wedding bands at a local store, one for me and one for Renee.
Anytime Renee texted, it would be several times a day. At night, she would call from her bathroom for a phone sex session. When we orgasmed, she would confirm her love for me.
The six weeks without my sister were a blur. Renee seemed to be doing okay, even making friends with a fellow homeless girl at the shelter called Kelsey.
The day of my graduation finally arrived. I got up, showered, and headed out. I arrived early and found a seat, near two rows from the front. Renee soon appeared with Kelsey by her side.
"Oh, can you watch my bag for me?" she asked.
I stood up, with relief, "Sure", I said, glancing at Kelsey, who blushed.
"Naughty, naughty...", I teased, earning an embarrassed laugh form Kelsey.
I sat back down, conversoReneew individually, assuring her the bag would be safe. To my surprise, Renee informed me, "I ended up wearing nothing under my robe. Kelsey convinced me to do it as a dare."
I chuckled, shaking hands with the middle-aged woman whose seat I vacated.
"It's nice to meet you, Kelsey," I said with amusement.
"You, too," she replied with an ochtgeibiger smile.
Throughout the ceremony, I thought of Renee and the night we crudely made love. At the end, Renee approached from behind.
"I'm here, baby," she whispered.
I released my grip on the woman's chair and held Renee. She sat on my lap and snuggled in. My hands ran up and down her body as she burrowed her face against my chest and scolded me for still not saying "I love you". Satisfied with her response, I pulled back ever so slightly.
"How could I ever forget?" I said with affection. "You'll always be my first", I added, longingly.
And just as I began to remember, she snuck a peek. "You're so smooth", she teased.
As my graduation game to a close, my mind drifted towards finding the perfect place where she and I could live as forever as our hearts desired.
Renee's eyes filled with tears, and, after a moment, she broke the silence. "I love you, Kal.",
"And I love you, my eternal bride", I whispered back.
"I love you, too, Dude", she grinned. The love was felt through every tear-filled look, every reassuring hug, and every whispered happy moment. I carried her home to our mem
Kelsey had a wicked grin on her face as she touched her bottom through the thin fabric of her robe. Renee let out a scream and tried to remove her hand. Kelsey then pointed towards a group of their classmates who were gathering.
"Gotta go. Love you!"
"I love you too, NayNay."
I slid back into my seat and apologized to the person sitting next to me in the last chair.
"It's not a problem."
"Family?" I asked.
"Kind of fiancé," I replied.
"Kind of?" she asked with a smile.
"I haven't shown her the ring yet," I told her with a silly grin.
"Very nice," she said and congratulated me.
"Thanks."
"You're not sitting with her family?" she questioned.
"No, they wouldn't approve of our relationship. We're eloping."
"Wild!" she laughed. "I hope you both have a great journey. Love is a crazy adventure."
"Thank you."
I started fidgeting with Renee's backpack. I moved it from between my feet to my chair, afraid someone would trip over it. I was eager to see if her clothes were inside.
The ceremony continued without any problems, however, one student was very conscious of his groin as he left the stage. It seemed like a teacher was ready to handle the situation.
My previous science teacher was, as usual, taking pictures of the graduates as they received their diplomas. I planned to ask my sister if she wanted a better photo than the one I took on my phone.
"She's beautiful," my neighbor commented as Renee left the stage.
"Thank you," I said. "I think so too."
"... not that that's what a relationship should be based on ... " she added.
"Yeah, I agree, but it doesn't hurt that she's pretty," I said, smirking.
"I agree."
As the last graduate crossed the stage, I turned to my neighbor.
"Thanks for not taking any pictures," I said, hinting at an unsaid question.
"Just being nosy," she replied with a smile.
"Sorry," I said.
"It's fine."
The graduates began to disperse into the crowd.
"Good luck to you two," she said.
"Thanks."
"I appreciate it more than you know," she said.
Immediately, my sister's petite body wrapped around me. Our lips were almost touching. Once again, I didn't give in to the urge to look around the gym.
"I'm ready to leave this place, but I need to ask you something first," she said.
"Is it about being naked?" I asked, teasing.
"Two things I need to ask," she said.
"What's up?" I asked.
"My friend, Kelsey. Can she stay with us for a while?"
"Uh," I hesitated.
"The house has two bedrooms, right?"
"Yes."
"We'll share one room and she can use the other. Please. She needs to get out of the shelter. Her mom wants to stay there."
"Is she aware of our situation?"
"Most of it."
I thought about the situation, considering the benefits and drawbacks.
"A temporary stay?" I asked.
"Yes - six months, maybe a year."
"You're sure about this?"
"I'll convince her mom she can stay with us. I'll be the one watching over her."
I considered the situation, weighing the advantages and drawbacks.
"How long?" I asked.
"Six months to a year."
"That's a long time, NayNay."
"I know."
"We need to move if mom and dad show up."
"They're coming this way. I'll introduce you to Kelsey and her mom. You talk to them while I handle my parents and the ogre."
"Are you sure?"
"There are plenty of witnesses here. I don't think they'll cause trouble. If they do, I'll just make a scene."
I followed her guidance and was introduced to Kelsey and her mother.
"Kal-El Abrams," I said.
"Mary Trainer," she replied, shaking my hand.
"I know Kelsey," I said, releasing her hand.
"Ask Mr. Abrams your question," her mother told her daughter.
"No whining," she added.
I faced Kelsey. "Kelsey, your mom wants to know if you can stay with us."
"Yes," she said, standing a little taller, making her chest appear more prominent.
I first met Kelsey a few minutes ago.
"I'm going to talk to Kelsey and her mom, while you deal with my parents and the bully," my sister instructed me.
"You're sure?"
"These witnesses are around. I don't think they'll create a problem. If they do, I'll react."
I went where my sister directed me. My sister pointed me to Kelsey and her mother. I walked up to them, extended my hand,
"Kal-El Abrams," I said.
"Mary Trainer," mother replied, taking my hand and shaking it.
"Do you know Kelsey?" she asked.
"Yes. We met a few minutes ago," I said, letting go of her hand.
"Ask Mr. Abrams your question," mother said to her daughter.
"No whining," she added.
I then faced Kelsey. She stood a little straighter, exposing her chest, which wasn't overly large, but not flat either.
"Kelsey expressed her desire to leave the shelter," she said. "She's anxious. Renee may have let her stay with us. She promised to do anything we want, whenever we want."
"Kelsey Renee!" her mother exclaimed.
"All the time, every day, as many times as you want," she continued.
"Heavens, girl!"
"I'll cook, I'll clean, I'll do whatever," she said.
Her mother stared at her in silence as I remained still, my gaze focused on her.
"Why do you want to leave?" I finally asked. "What are your plans? What do you want to achieve?"
She seemed to exhale, her words now streaming out.
"The shelter's not terrible," she said, "but my mom and I have been here for a while and some people are starting to hint that we should... well... get busy. For now, it's just suggestions, but I feel like - once I've graduated and I'm still here - they'll view me as having less options and they'll pressure me more."
"What do you want to do with your life?"
"My grades were decent. Several teachers urged me to try college. I thought I'd give it a shot."
I observed her eyes; I could see her anxiety, but she didn't shy away from my gaze.
"Two years," I told her. "You'll enroll in the community college and apply for financial aid. If what they offer you isn't enough, you'll need to work - I'd still encourage it. ... You'll do the laundry, clean the house, and mow the lawn. You'll aid in meal preparation and cleanup. Aside from that, you'll share an equal load with Renee and me. If you date, Renee and I will play the role of your parents. You will not have them sleep over. We'll have a thorough discussion before you're allowed to spend the night at their place. If you lie, steal, or hide anything from me or Renee, I'll take you back here and drop you off without a second thought."
Mary scrutinized her daughter before turning to me and said, "I had my reservations, but you're offering her a perfect chance to move forward, and I have zero issues letting her stay with you - as long as you keep her in check and make her follow those rules you laid out. Correct?"
"I did, mom," she acknowledged. Turning back to me, she repeated, "I accept."
In a heartbeat, her body encircled mine, crying, her face resting on my chest. Tears were wetting my shirt. Mary leaned over and kissed me on the cheek.
"I'm grateful for what you're offering her," she said. She winked and whispered, "If I were younger, I might even give you an offer as salacious as the one my daughter offered you."
I glanced down at her and said, "You were beautiful when you were younger. Any offer you make would be appreciated."
I kissed Kelsey on her forehead and announced, "Let's return her to the shelter so she can gather her belongings."
"That would be pleasant," Mary replied. "We came by bus."
Renee moved in, her face burning with anger. She was trying to keep her emotions in check but her eyes were brimming with tears. Kelsey wrapped herself around her sister, sobbing, holding her tightly.
I let Kelsey console my sister for a few moments before I pulled the ring box from my pocket.
"Renee," I called.
She pulled her face from Kelsey's neck, stared at me, and wondered aloud, "What is this?"
"You likely guessed my intentions," I said, holding out my left hand to show her my wedding band.
"Kal!" she breathed.
"Forget about them," I advised. "Our lives shouldn't be shaped by their decisions."
This time, there was no mistake. Her lips found mine - and the kiss between us wasn't that of siblings - and perhaps shouldn't have been performed in front of so many - but I let her kiss me until she'd had enough. In fact, I returned the kiss just as ardently.
As the crowd thinned, Mary cleared her throat and reminded us, "Your relationship is... complicated. However, I believe in you two - not just because of what you're doing for my daughter."
"So," she mentioned. "You're doing a fantastic job of complementing your..." - a brief pause - "...wife."
"I'm famished," I stated. "Would you two join us for a meal?"
"I can't," Mary commented.
"Maybe I'll insist," I retorted, with a cheeky smile.
"In that case, then I guess I'll have no choice," she responded.
"All right then," I said. "I'm insisting that you accompany us. Renee and I have a favorite little cafe that our guardians don't know about - so we should be able to have a tranquil, uninterrupted, lunch."
The duo of new graduates picked up their backpacks and we headed for the parking lot.
"Kelsey and I need to visit the lavatory to alter our attire," Renee stated.
"Are you really undressed under those outfits?" I enquired.
She responded by stepping into the ladies' room, holding the entrance with her heel, and unzipping her robe. Nakedness was evident beneath. Kelsey disregarded me and chortled alongside my sister.
Kelsey appeared, beside my mate, and took command of the zipper-pull on Renee's robe. I adjusted my position to the wall, gazing at Mary's visage. She glanced at me and nodded - then amused.
"Get prepared, the two of you," she quipped. "Desist with your taunting of your liberator."
Once the pair was dressed, we continued our journey. Renee attempted persuading Mary to take the driver's seat but her companion protested, requesting Renee occupy the passenger seat instead. We maintained our embrace throughout the trip to the restaurant and she cooked up a quirky plan of planting a peck on my lips every time we halted to wait for a traffic light. Her goofy actions evoked raucous laughter from the others.
Our beverages refreshed us, our dishes satisfied us, and the discussion was casual and jovial. Before long, we were driving to the shelter.
When we arrived, Renee instructed Kelsey, "Gather your belongings and part ways. I'm going to sneak off and engage in coitus with my spouse - after which we shall return."
Kelsey scoffed and exclaimed, "Okay, go for it!"
"I'm planning to," Renee teased. "You ought to be aware of that by now."
I raised an eyebrow inquisitively at my libidinous spouse and she snickered mockingly. My erection was substantial, I wasn't certain I'd be able to remove my trousers.
After Kelsey exited the automobile, Renee provided me with directions to a cul-de-sac and had me reverse into it.
"Have you been concocting this scheme?" I inquired.
"Possibly," she admitted jokingly, chewing on her lower lip.
We left the car and circumnavigated it so that her back was toward the trunk. She removed my pants and underwear down to my ankles, causing my member to protrude slightly. She gleefully kissed me profoundly and leaned me against the car. She secured her hands around my neck, ascended onto the bumper, aligned her heart-shaped pubic hair-hiding busk with my rock-hard penis-tip, and then stretched her generously sized legs apart and slid all the way onto me, transferring my balls towards my thighs and her quim.
"Wow! You feel remarkable, dear brother," she enthused.
"You must now refer to me as 'spouse'," I informed her. "I've been telling the neighbors that my wife was concluding her business venture and would be joining me."
"Husband," she murmured, licking my lips. "Fuck your spouse's compliant flesh, husband. Let's generate a child."
I received a hold on her thighs, shifted her hips in reverse, and aggressively fucked her onto my aching wang. We were both eager. It was the quickest I'd ever reached a climax. I feared my partner would be deprived, but my sister-cum-spouse was convulsing and emitting primal yelps mere seconds before my testicles tightened, my manhood plunged, and I ejected my potentially child-inducing sperm within her pussy.
"My goodness!" I stammered, as I could breathe once more.
"We'll take our time next time," Renee commented. "I required that much."
"I adore you, tiny spouse," I declared.
"I am SO crazy about you," my sister grinned, seizing my lips with her own - and devouring my heart.
We continued to kiss and maneuvered our wet genitals against each other for a few more moments before she attempted dismounting from me.
"You'll have to just remain standing and permit my body to recover naturally," Renee informed. "My limbs are stiff from sustaining a fixed position and I need to amble gradually."
I embraced her and stood tall, granting her the chance to loosen up and familiarize herself with the situation. She bombarded my face with a few more tender kisses. Following her recuperation, she assumed a squat position and licked my penis spotless, removing the leftovers of our intertwined fluids. She solved her outfit's predicament and gave me a warm embrace, enclosing her cheeks in a pout.
"Do you want me to taste our cum on your naughty tongue?" I inquired.
"You could also taste my sweet pussy," she retorted, smirking devilishly.
I embraced her tightly and did not break the kiss until she was on the verge of inhaling lifelessly.
"I'm in love with you, beloved wife," I confessed to my sister once more.
"I am in love with you, brother/spouse," she reiterated. "What are your thoughts on Kelsey moving in with us?"
"I enacted firm guidelines," I informed her. "Essentially, Kelsey's boyfriends need to be vetted by us, and she's forbidden from hosting sleepovers."
"Did she acquiesce to this?" she inquired.
I nodded and elaborated, "Her mother appeared more benevolent towards the concept after our conversation."
"That's understandable," she acknowledged. "You boast not only looks, but also wisdom."
"Initially, I believed you desired only my appearance," I retorted.
She snickered and resumed our kiss. She briefly fixed her skirt and relinquished me.
"A napkin or serviette is required," she mentioned. "Your sperm oozed down my leg."
"You might want to don some panties," I suggested incautiously.
"I enjoy being ready for you to twist me over and fuck me, big brother," she insisted.
"Spouse," I reminded her.
"I prefer being fucked by my brother to my husband," she declared mischievously.
"Hopefully, your husband won't discover our relationship," I cautioned.
I acquired a napkin from a fast-food outlet and she tidied herself up, discarding the remains in a nearby rubbish bin. I ignited the engine and we drove back towards the homeless shelter.
Mary and Kelsey lingered near the entrance. A handful of vagrants slumped nearby. They observed the two women as they approached our vehicle. I left my sister and assisted Kelsey in loading her belongings into the car.
"Could I grant you a kiss?" she inquired.
"It's up to you," I responded.
She eased her arms around my neck and planting a firm kiss on my lips. Although the kiss cultivated fervor, it wasn't totally affectionate.
She placed her head on my chest and mumbled in my auricle.
"Sorry," she apologized. "I've been receiving more outspoken offers from men, and I want them to believe I've already found someone."
"Is there a need for you to leave?" I questioned, growing nervous.
Concealing my agitation, I tried not to draw attention to the curious onlookers observing my sister and Kelsey. I peeped at the latter duo as well, and my defense mechanisms sprang to life.
"I think I'm fine," she reassured me.
"Do you require my number?" I inquired.
"I have Renee's and Kelsey's," she divulged.
I embraced her head in my palms and examined her face. I inspected her physique as if she belonged to me. I lowered my eyes back to her face.
"Remember to contact us the instant you feel it's necessary to leave," I directed.
"I will," she certified.
My eyebrows raised, I gave her a lengthy, loving glance.
"You're a captivating woman," she murmured breathlessly. "If I had encountered you earlier, I would've ... well ... probably have suggested a similar arrangement for my own daughter."
After taking a moment to acquire her composure, she pressed her head against my chest and wrapped her arms around me.
"Call or text us daily," I ordered.
"I will," she pledged.
"Positive," I reaffirmed, eyeing her unwaveringly.
She shook her head and giggled.
"I see now why Renee and (Kelsey) are enamored with you," she stated.
I glanced at my sister and her blonde companion.
"We'll reformulate on the trip home," she explained.
I resumed gazing into her eyes. I leaned in and planted another tentative kiss on her lips. Subsequently, I stepped back.
For the following few minutes, the girls embraced the woman and, once more, coerced her into promising to call or text us every day to keep us posted on her progress.
As we prepared to depart, I raised my palm downward. She clasped my fingers, and I squeezed hers in return.
"I love you," I expressed.
The primary reason I decided to do this was so our witnesses could observe the interaction. At the same time, I had instantly bonded with this woman and really cared for her. Although calling it "love" might be a bit much, it could still apply to these emotions.
"I love you too," she responded, her eyes lighting up with a mix of emotions.
There wasn't really enough space for the three of them in the passenger seat, but that's where they ended up. I shrugged in agreement without saying a word, and they both burst into laughter. We waved goodbye to Kelsey's mom as we drove away.
"Do you think she'll be alright?" I asked, concerned.
"I think so," both girls replied in unison.
They embraced each other, shared a quick kiss, and then snuggled back into their seats.
~~~ End of Chapter 1 ~~~
(This story has 3 chapters.)
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