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Who I am is unimportant. What I am is a doctor of psychology and a counselor to people in trouble. Unlike a psychiatrist, I listen to people and help them heal themselves. A psychiatrist dispenses d**gs, the quicker the better, so that he can afford that big house on the hill with two Mercedes. There is a reason that psychiatrists have such a high suicide rate and their patients have an even higher one.

Over the years, I have heard many stories: some shocking, some mundane, some funny, some sad. Then I heard the most unusual one of all. One morning, a new patient came in. My receptionist ushered in a couple and introduced them; I'll call them Mindy and Alex, not their real names. I had them sit down and asked a few inconsequential questions, just to let them relax. Most people are very nervous when they first talk to a counselor. Then I posed the question, "And why did you come to see me?"

Mindy studied me for a while before answering, "I need to talk to somebody about something. Something very private. Something that nobody can ever know about."

"I see," I said encouraging her to continue.

"Can you tell anyone about what I say, like the police?" she asked.

"Only in very limited circumstances. Just as an example, if you told me you were going to murder someone. I would have a duty to try to stop that," I explained.

She laughed. "No. This is just about... sex. Maybe i*****l sex."

"As long as no c***dren are involved..." They exchanged a look, the kind of look that people who know each other's very thoughts can exchange. He smiled encouragement. She shook her head. "In that case, no. Everything you say would be covered by privilege. It would never go beyond these walls. So, it's about sex. That's not unusual. Many people have unrealistic expectations about sex. Many people have problems with performance. Many people had upbringings that left them with doubts and concerns. I hope I can help you with your problem."

"Where should I start?" she asked.

"At the beginning," I said as I relaxed back in my chair.

Mindy smiled and set her purse down which she had been holding protectively in her lap. She looked over at Alex again. His eyes were filled with love and support. I was already wondering what the problem could possibly be. It was obvious to me in that very short time that this was a couple deeply in love, supportive and respectful of each other. Not the typical couple to come to a counselor with sexual problems. She started. "Okay. This is it." Then she launched into her story which I will let flow without interference as if she had told the entire story in one long narrative:

It started when I was f******n. It was summertime, a wonderful break from the drudgery of school. It was a summer of conflicts, gripping emotions, and growth, as I discovered my sexuality. I had two close friends, Rebecca and Shellie. We would sit in my room talking about things, especially boys and what we would like to do, what we thought it would be like when a boy kissed us, and other things as well. Of course, we talked of sex. We would wonder what that felt like. What would a boy's cock feel like? What would it feel like when he orgasmed? What would it feel like when a boy kissed us between the legs? So we were always a bit charged up.

My brother, Alex, was sixteen. Shellie and Rebecca had the hots for Alex. When he was home, they would always be slipping off to walk by him and say something, anything to get his attention. It really was annoying. After all, he was my pain-in-the-ass brother. Why did they get so gaga over him? It was beyond understanding. That changed one day.

The three of us were watching a movie in the den when Alex came in. He flopped into a chair and started watching.

"This movie sucks," he said.

"Shut up," I told him in my best snide voice.

Shellie looked at Alex with puppy dog eyes. "Why, Alex?"

"It's so stupid. Those aren't even real kisses," he said in his fake man-of-the-world way.

"Really?" Shellie said breathlessly.

I almost puked. She was giving him those eyes and saying just stupid things. I felt like screaming, 'He's just stupid Alex.'

But Shellie didn't blink an eye when Alex said, "Oh yeah. I can tell."

Shellie looked down as she said. "Gosh. I can't tell. Alex, maybe you could show me a real kiss so I could tell too."

Rebecca and I looked at each other, astonished that Shellie had actually said it. I mean, she just said it out loud. Alex looked stricken. He looked at me, his eyes wide and staring. I thought he was about to jump up and run from the room. I couldn't stand it anymore, "Shellie, he doesn't know how to kiss." Which I was sure was true. He may have kissed a couple girls but he never had a real girlfriend to learn how to really kiss.

That made Alex mad, "Do too, you little brat." He glanced at me, sneered, then at Shellie. "I'd love to show you a real kiss," sounding much bolder than I thought he should. "Now?" he asked, a little quaver in his voice.

Shellie nodded. Alex sat next to her on the floor. She was looking down until he sat by her. Then her head came up, open and inviting. He bent forward and their lips met, briefly, then pressed harder. I watched as their lips parted and danced and they melted together. They were French kissing. I looked at Rebecca; her mouth hung open and her eyes were glued to the spectacle of them kissing. I looked back; they were still kissing. It seemed to last forever. Finally, Alex pulled back. Shellie's face was soft and diffuse. "Thanks."

Rebecca got Alex's attention. "Would you kiss me too?" she asked.

"Sure," my brother, the twerp, answered. I was stunned. Rebecca too?

Rebecca bounced off the couch and was next to Alex in a flash. There he was between my two best friends, and me sitting on the couch with nothing to do but watch. He leaned forward and he and Rebecca were kissing. It lasted even longer. When they pulled back she had that same dreamy expression. It was going to make me ill.

Shellie tapped him on the shoulder. "I think I get it, maybe. Could we try it again?"

"Sure," he said happily, a huge smile on his face, as they melted together. I could tell from looking at Rebecca that she was going to ask for another kiss as well, her face was all alight. I stormed from the room and into the kitchen. I was so mad that I couldn't think of anything except how pissed I was at Alex, stealing my best friends. I leaned against the counter, my arms crossed, and fumed. I started banging cupboards and drawers.

Shellie came into the kitchen. "What's happening?"

"What's happening?" I nearly screamed. "You and Rebecca are making out with stupid Alex while I just sit there. What am I supposed to do?"

"We weren't making out. I was just having Alex show me what a real kiss feels like. God, it was just yesterday you were saying all how you want to get a real kiss. Don't get mad 'cuz Rebecca and me get to."

Rebecca showed up and that point. "Hey, wuz up. I could hear you over the TV."

Shellie turned to her, "Mindy's getting all you know 'cuz we had Alex show us how to kiss."

I was steamed, but didn't say anything, standing with my arms across my chest.

Rebecca laughed which didn't help my disposition. "She's just jealous. Too bad you can't kiss Alex. He was terrific. Come on Shellie. Come over to my house and we can talk about kissing. See you," she said as she headed for the door.

Shellie looked at me. "It's really cool, Mindy. Don't be mad at us. You'd do the same. See you tomorrow." She followed Rebecca.

'Too bad you can't kiss Alex, ' echoed in my mind. Oh yeah. Well, they can just stuff it. Kissing my brother. I could too if I wanted to. 'You'd do the same.' If I wanted to, I just don't want to. Alex was such a twerp. I couldn't believe that Shellie and Rebecca both kissed him. I was still mad and didn't have anyone to take it out on. I went back into the den. Alex was watching the TV with a big smile on his face.

I couldn't stand that look on his face. "God Alex. You happy?"

He looked at me then jabbed, "Yeah, I sure am. You? Oh yeah, you didn't get to kiss anybody."

I was so frustrated I started crying. Alex jumped off the couch and rushed over. "Mindy. You okay? Don't cry. We didn't do anything. Really."

"Yes you did. You kissed both my best friends. And I could see they were real kisses. You even used your tongue. Now both of them know about kissing and I've never had a real kiss."

"Mindy. Don't cry. It wasn't a big deal," Alex pleaded.

"Yes it was," I sniffled. "I thought we'd all learn at the same time. Now, they're all like, 'She's just jealous, ' and 'Too bad you can't kiss Alex.' What am I supposed to do?"

"I'd kiss you Mindy," he said.

"What?"

"Don't get mad. I'm just saying I'd kiss you if you wanted. Just so you'd know what it was like. I don't mean anything else, just a kiss," his voice tailing off into silence.

The only sound was the TV softly droning some insipid daytime show. We both sat, looking at each other, neither moving. I felt something strange in me that I didn't recognize. It made me unsure. I knew I wasn't supposed to kiss my brother, but watching my best friends kiss him had driven me to distraction. I guess because I didn't pull away and just kept looking up at Alex, he figured that I was saying yes.

He leaned down, just as he had for them, and our lips met. His lips pressed gently into mine, then he pressed a little harder, his lips guided mine open. His tongue pressed between my lips: touching, teasing. My tongue followed his, dancing and wrestling together. My whole body turned to sparks, my stomach was empty, then filled with butterflies, like the worst case of stage fright you ever had, but this felt wonderful, as jolts surged up and down me. Alex pulled back, looking deeply into my eyes, waiting.

"Oh God," was all that I could say.

Alex smiled. "Yeah. It's great isn't it?"

"Yeah," I said as his lips again found mine. This kiss was even better than the first one. My arms went around his neck as his enveloped me, pulling me against his hard chest. I could feel the pressure against my nipples, even through my bra. I hadn't noticed but they were erect and sensitive and the pressure sent more jolts of pleasure into my brain. Everything else disappeared except Alex and me kissing. I never wanted it to end, but it did.

As Alex pulled back that time, I looked into his eyes and they were full of desire, as I knew mine were. I felt the desire burning in my body and it scared me. I pulled away. "Yeah, thanks Alex. I guess that's how it feels." I looked down at the floor. I couldn't look at Alex.

Alex straightened, "Yeah. It doesn't mean anything Mindy. I mean, that we kissed."

I stared at him. How could he say it didn't mean anything? It meant everything, to me. Then I saw his face, pleading, and I knew he was trying to make me feel good. He was worried that I felt badly about our kissing. He didn't understand and I didn't have the words to explain it then. I agreed for lack of anything better, "Yeah."

"It was just practice," he said.

"Yeah," I said.

His eyes were still pleading. I didn't know for what though. They made me uneasy and I felt I had to escape. "I'm going to my room," I said as I fled.

"Okay," I heard forlornly behind me.

Alex and I could hardly look at each other that night. Mom asked about it and we both denied anything was wrong. She figured we had a fight and just wouldn't admit it. That night she told me to patch things up tomorrow or else she would have to do something. She didn't want us to behave badly towards each other. If she only knew.

The next morning I tried to behave as if nothing had happened. I smiled and talked about nothing important. Alex was surprised at first, then he fell in line with me doing just as I did. By the time Shellie and Rebecca showed up, Alex and I were acting like before it happened, on the surface. But I knew something was different inside me. I didn't understand what it was, but it was filling me, electric, like a lightning storm about to burst out over the desert and bring life to the seared landscape.

The three of us started watching a movie. Rebecca and Shellie kept looking around for Alex. He finally came in and slumped into a chair. We watched the movie in silence until the first kissing scene. Shellie turned to Alex, "What about those kisses?"

He said, "They look okay."

Rebecca asked Alex, "Like ours yesterday?" Alex looked straight at me, but didn't say a word.

Shellie looked daggers at Rebecca, then turned back to Alex. "I kinda liked it when you showed me how to kiss. Maybe you could show me some more. I mean, so I could tell when they are good kisses."

Alex turned red, then without a word, he fled to his room. I heard the door to his room slam behind him.

Shellie turned on Rebecca, "See what you did!"

Rebecca replied, "Me? You're the one that scared him off, asking to kiss him."

They argued back and forth. All I wanted to do was go see Alex. Finally, they had enough. Rebecca flounced out of the house, Shellie right behind giving each other the silent treatment. I closed the door and went to Alex's room. I knocked on his door. "Alex?" Nothing. "Alex, they're gone. Please talk to me."

I heard a snick and the door opened. Alex looked at me. I didn't know how to say what I wanted to say so I told him, "Sorry about Rebecca and Shellie."

"That's okay," he said.

"You want to finish watching the movie?"

He smiled, "Sure."

We watched the movie for a while but I wasn't really seeing it. I was thinking about what just happened. "How come you didn't kiss them?"

"I don't know," he said squirming on the couch.

"Please, I'd like to know."

He looked at me. I smiled, hoping that would encourage him. "I really don't know. I just didn't want to. It didn't feel right. Maybe because it made you mad yesterday. I don't like making you mad. I mean, unless it's just the two of us. Then I like it," he said teasing me.

I smiled before putting on my play frown. "Yeah, I like making you mad when it's just the two of us, twerp."

He laughed, "You're the twerp. I'm older than you."

"And uglier," I taunted.

Alex jumped off the couch towards me, "Take it back."

I fled around the chair yelling, "NO!" as he gave chase. Alex caught me by jumping the couch in a single bound as if he were Superman. As he came down he wrapped me in his arms and we tumbled to the floor, laughing. He pushed me back and straddled my hips holding my arms above my head. "Take it back."

"No," I said.

He pushed my hands together so that he could hold my wrists with one hand. He held his free hand where I could see it. "I'll tickle you if you don't."

I struggled, trying to get my hands free or bump him off my hips but he was larger and much stronger than I, having just gone through a growth spurt. He was already almost six feet tall and muscled from lifting weights for sports. I had no hope but I wouldn't give in. "No," I shouted.

"You asked for it," he said as his hand slowly dipped towards my side. It was awful and exciting seeing his hand move slowly down. I struggled again, his hand darted to my side and tickled. Oh God. It drove me crazy. I was laughing and thrashing about as he kept demanding, "Take it back. Take it back," to my repeated, "No's."

"Alex, stop, stop. I'm going to pee. Please, please. I'm going to pee," I screamed.

"I'm on top. I don't care," he said. "Take it back."

I started to worry that I really was going to pee. On the brink, I relented. "I take it back."

He stopped immediately. "So, I'm really handsome?"

"Yes, you're really handsome," I moaned in defeat.

"And you liked kissing me?" he asked.

My eyes flew wide open. He was still holding me but the pressure relaxed. He was looking into my eyes, a serious expression on his face. The game had suddenly changed. "Yes."

He leaned forward and stopped, his lips almost touching mine. He waited to see if I would say no. I closed my eyes and felt his lips touch mine; a sweet delirious warmth spread through my body. I felt Alex over me, his body pressed against mine, his hands holding mine, his chest rubbing over my suddenly sharp nipples, his groin pressing against my suddenly sensitive pussy, his lips pressed insistently against mine, forcing them open, then invading my body, seizing me, taking me. I loved it.

He pulled back. My eyes opened. Alex was looking at me, surprise on his face. "Mindy," he said.

"What?" I asked suddenly concerned by that look.

"I'm sorry," he said.

"Why?"

"I wasn't playing. That was a real kiss," he said.

Quietly, "I know. I liked it." I had said it out loud. I had admitted it to Alex even before I had admitted it to myself. I had liked it. I had wanted it to happen again. I was happy Alex had kissed me, really kissed me again.

"You did?" he asked.

He released my hands and my arms went around him, holding him to me. "Yes. I liked it."

"I did too," he said quietly, almost reverently.

"I'd like it if you'd do it again," I said.

He leaned forward and we kissed again, as equal partners, both acknowledging that we meant what the kiss signified, openly and with love. I never had a better kiss, that first one when Alex and I expressed our love for each other.

He smiled and bent forward, our lips meeting again. This kiss was different, still loving but playful. As he pulled back I began to giggle. "I've loved you my whole life," I said.

"I've loved you since I was two," he replied.

The sheer ridiculousness of it made my giggling stronger. Alex felt the jiggling of my tummy in his gut, deep within, and he too began to laugh. The joy of being in love swept through us as the darkness of the past was swept out of us by our love of each other. Our laughter grew as he fell to my side. We laughed like new beings, born just this moment in some strange auto-genesis, coming to life together with no past or preconceptions. All of those past taboos and customs, the way we were supposed to believe and act, were washed away in that moment of glorious illumination.

We rolled back together, arms wrapping around each other, and holding each other. Not tight, not loose, just comforting, close. I knew then that Alex would be my lover. It was the way I knew it would be in all of my dreams. The man I loved being my lover, taking me across the threshold of womanhood. I wanted to have him completely, with the desperation of potential loss. I never wanted to lose him now that I had him. I wanted to be his. "Alex, let's go to my room."

His eyes searched mine before he agreed, "All right."

I led him, hand in hand, to my room. I pulled the shades, partly for privacy and partly to darken the room. The soft shadows filled it creating an air of mystery. I pulled the comforter from my bed and pulled back the blanket. Alex watched solemnly, aware of the moment and what it portended for us. "I love you," I said quietly.

"I love you. I... I don't know anything..." he stumbled turning a bit red from embarrassment.

I smiled disarmingly. "I don't either. There's no one I'd rather learn with. Let's teach each other."

He smiled. "What do we do?"

"I think we have to get undressed," I said smiling.

"I know that part."

"Then do it. I want to see you," I said hungrily.

He stood still for several moments and I wondered if he would. He pulled his shirt off over his head and tossed it aside. His hands went to his waistband. He hesitated, looking at me. I nodded. He unsnapped the band and pushed his pants and underwear off in one long movement, standing like Adonis before me. His cock stood straight up, red and stiff, and very large I thought. His muscular body was like something from a romance novel: smooth skin and well defined muscles. I was in lust seeing him naked for me. I wanted to feel that body, his body cover mine and possess me.

He looked at me expectantly. I pulled my shirt off before reaching back and unhooking my bra. I was scared, scared that he wouldn't like me. My breasts were too small. I hadn't grown much there. I hesitated, what if they turned him off? His eyes were glued to the bra, waiting. I had to let it go. I did. I waited for the look in his eyes. They got wide and intense. "You're beautiful," he said.

"Really?"

"Oh yes, Mindy. I love them, you," he amended.

"It's okay if you love them as long as you love me best," I said.

Alex smiled, looking up at my face, "I do. The rest?" he asked pointing at my shorts.

As he had, I hesitated before pulling my shorts and panties off. But too soon, I was as naked as he. We stood gazing at each other. "Wow."

I lay back on my bed, and held out my hand to Alex, my brother and soon to be lover. He joined me.

"Mindy," he said, a hesitancy in his voice. "Are you sure?"

I nodded, unable to force the words out.

"I love you," he said as he leaned forward and kissed me. Suddenly, I was alive with desire again and the doubts vanished. His skin, hot and alive, pressed against mine. His chest rubbed against my straining nipples, sending jolts of pleasure straight down to my pussy, which flooded with desire. I could feel myself getting wet, wanting to feel something touch me down there.

Still kissing, Alex lifted his body and settled between my legs, which parted in greedy desire. I felt his hard throbbing cock pressing against me and I moaned. His cock rubbed against me, sending shivers through my body as it massaged my clitoris, then pressed back down until it found my opening. His cock was wet with my arousal as it pressed forward for the first time into me. I felt a stretching, then a sharp pain. I yelped.

Alex broke the kiss, looking at me in alarm, his cock barely in me, but enough that he had torn through my hymen. "You okay?"

I nodded, then forced a smile. "It hurt a little."

"I'm sorry. Do you want me to stop?"

I smiled inside. I liked that he had offered, knowing that neither of us could stop now. I wanted him all of the way in me. I wanted to know what it felt like to be a woman for my lover. "No. I want to be yours, completely. Go slow."

Alex pressed against me and I felt him opening me, filling me. I had no idea it would feel like this. He pulled back slightly and pressed again. I felt him deeper in me. And again, and again. Soon, he pressed a last time and I felt his body fully against mine, rubbing my clitoris. Sparks jumped from my pussy throughout my body. I opened my eyes and saw him looking at me. "I love you."

His face split into a wide smile. "I love you, s*s."

"Make love to me," I said.

Alex, still smiling, said, "Your wish is my command."

He pulled back and I felt a great emptiness, before his cock plunged back into me, filling me with him as pleasure surged from my pussy into my whole being. Again and again Alex filled me, made me his, made love to me. It was a strange thing, so completely carnal, body against body and yet I seemed to be floating in bliss, spiritual. Alex began pounding into me, "Oh s*s," he moaned. "OH GOD," he screamed. I felt him filling me with his cum. It was so profound, knowing I was his lover, he was mine. Again and again I felt his cock spasm inside me, until he collapsed onto me, breathing hard, really panting. I writhed under my new lover wishing it could go on forever.

"I love you," I moaned as I pulled him to me never wanting us to be separate again.

"That was our first time."
Part II

Alex hadn't said a word the entire time, simply smiling encouragement whenever Mindy looked over at him or nodding to confirm her story. He was simply there, not contributing anything but looks of support. My impression was that he didn't feel any need to explain or justify what had happened. He was satisfied and happy.

"I see," I said hardly able to believe what this attractive, yet in most ways completely ordinary middle-aged woman was telling me. "You said, first time? Were there more?"

"Oh yes. Alex became my lover. It was wonderful. I was so in love and Alex loved me. We dated a little because our parents would have worried, but we always came home to each other. It was like a storybook romance, except that we had to be the only ones who knew. We would sneak into each others room after our parents were asleep, then sneak back to our own before dawn. It was frightfully exciting in the forbiddenness of it."

I was trying to figure out why she was telling me this story. Sometimes a patient will tell a counselor a completely fictitious story as a test, or to make them ask about some related story which is true. This one had the feeling of truth. "And so you were lovers?"

She nodded. "It all changed when I was sixteen."

"How?" I asked.

"That was when Alex went off to college. Those were the two worst years of my life," she said, the stress was so apparent in her voice I knew she still felt it. Alex looked pained as well, I thought from feeling Mindy's pain and some from his own remembered pain.

"Why were they the worst years?" I asked.

"Because Alex was gone and I was so alone. I only got to see him a few times a year, like Christmas," she told me. Mindy continued her story:

I was impatiently waiting for Alex to arrive. He was going to be home for the whole week and I was on Christmas break. I was almost obsessive thinking and dreaming, night and day, how we would spend the week, making love in each others arms as soon as Mom and Dad left for work. My pussy tingled at the thought of it. I lay in bed every night, vibrating with my need for Alex. He was coming to me today.

I hoped it would be even better than before. Before, Alex had to sneak off and buy condoms. Now, I was old enough to get the pill. Our doctor had examined me. I guess he realized I was no longer a virgin. He asked if I was sexually active and when I said I was he offered me the pill. I gladly accepted. It was going to be a surprise for Alex.

In the months that he had been gone I had worried every night. What would happen at college? He would be meeting pretty girls, college girls with big tits and cute figures. I couldn't compete with them. Would Alex come home and tell me he had found a girlfriend and that we couldn't be lovers anymore? I would die.

I spent hours deciding which clothes I would wear to the airport. I finally decided on a dress he had always liked. He once told me it was his favorite. I didn't think it was best on me, my breasts still hadn't developed like I'd like them to and the dress did nothing to help, but it was Alex's favorite.

Dad drove us to the airport and we waited at the gate for Alex. My nerves were jangling with desire and worry, the fear of not knowing which Alex would emerge from the plane. As the people started streaming from the skyway, I was nearly hyperventilating, and at the same time trying so very hard to hide my reactions from my parents. We had always tried to be so careful in front of them, never giving them reason to suspect that we were lovers, more than just a brother and sister.

I saw him. Mom started waving and Dad did as well. I worked so hard to stand still, to wait, incredibly hard, to let them say hello to Alex first. I just kept thinking, 'He'll be mine all week.' They hugged and laughed as I waited, nearly dying.

He turned to me, "Hi twerp."

I nearly flung myself into his arms, but held back and gave him a gentle hug, "Hi bigger twerp." He pulled back and we looked into each other's eyes. It was there, all the love between us. "I like the dress." He pulled his eyes away and said to the folks, "I hope the twerp is behaving while I'm gone."

I slapped his arm, as they would expect, "Hey. I always was better than you."

Mom and Dad laughed, "She's been an angel without you around to antagonize her."

Dad grabbed Alex's bag and lead us off.

Alex and I shared the back seat on the drive home. We could only share occasional looks, as Mom was looking back nearly the whole way home, asking Alex about everything at college.

That night I lay in bed, wanting so much to go to him. But we had always been very careful, even when we had sneaked into each others bed. I knew that our first time after so long would be vigorous, to say the least. I waited, wanting it to be perfect. I trembled over breakfast, impatient for Mom to leave for work. Finally, she left and we were alone again.

Alex looked at me over the table as he finished his breakfast. "Hi."

"Hi yourself," I responded.

"I wanted to come to your room last night. I've missed you so much," he said.

"Oh God. Me too. You still love me?" I asked, waiting to see if he had changed.

"Mindy, we promised always. I'll always love you," he said.

"But the girls at college..."

He cut me off, "... are a bunch of prima donnas and airheads. But the biggest reason I don't care about them is because I love you. You have my heart. There's no room for another girl."

I couldn't help it; the tears started leaking down my cheeks, "Take me to bed."

"You're crying."

"It's happy tears. Take me to bed, please. Now," I said.

Alex stood and took my hand, leading me to my room. We stood by the bed, kissing and holding each other, making up for lost time. I felt so wonderful back in his arms where I wanted to be.

Alex pulled back and said, "Wait a moment. I'll get a rubber."

"No," I said.

"But Mindy..." he said with a worried look.

"You don't need it. The doctor gave me the pill. I want to feel you inside me, now," I said.

"You're on the pill? Does mom know?"

"No. Just the doctor. Now, please make love to me. I been going crazy the last week," I begged.

Alex smiled, "I know. I have too." He pulled me back to his chest, kissing me hard and deep, passion swelling in both our breasts. I felt his hard cock pressing against me. I rubbed back, my pussy tingling from the sensations. Alex groaned and starting practically ripping our clothes off. Our clothes were soon s**ttered on the floor and we melted together, skin against hot skin.

"Please, Alex. Take me," I said.

We fell on the bed, kissing. Alex bent his head and took one nipple in his mouth. I felt it throughout my body; every nerve in my body seemed connected. His hands were rubbing my other breast. I moaned in pleasure. I was so ready. I could feel the heat and wetness deep within me, the longing and emptiness in my core. I wanted him in me now. "Please, fuck me," I moaned. I had waited so long for this; I didn't want to wait a moment longer.

Alex smiled before dipping his head lower. He teased me with his lips and tongue, going ever lower. My legs spread. His head was between them now. He was staring at my pussy, desire written on his face. It made me tingle seeing his face so full of lust for me. He bent forward and I felt his lips touch me, then his tongue teased around my clitoris. My hips hunched up, seeking stimulation. Alex knew what I needed and his tongue lapped across me, circling and brushing over me. I felt myself flood with desire and arousal.

"You're so wet," he said.

"Oh Alex, please. Please, fuck me. Now," I begged. He moved up over me, holding himself up on his arms and looking down into my eyes, holding them with his. I stared up at him, suffused with desire, loving him, wanting him. I felt his hard cock brush against me and I moved my hips trying to bring it to my center, to push myself onto it, his pleasure giving staff of life. Alex pushed forward and his cock slid up until it found my opening and seated itself in me. We both froze and looked at each other. I loved the feeling of skin against my skin. Latex feels entirely different. Feeling him, his cock against me took my breath away.

Alex smiled, then said, "I love you," as he pushed forward burying himself in me. It had been several months and I was tight, but so wet that his cock was able to slide into me. I felt myself stretching to accept him, that glorious feeling of being taken by your lover, possessed by him. I moaned as he filled me. As he reached the bottom he stopped, still holding himself above me so we only touched at our loins, his rubbing against my clitoris and filling me. My eyes were half-lidded with lust. It was all back, the feeling of being with my lover. It was as if the intervening time had never been, Alex and I together, in love, making our love manifest through sex. He pulled back slowly before reversing and thrusting into me. It was so intense, the feeling of being loved by my brother again after those months, that I let out a little yelp of pleasure. Alex smiled and lowered himself onto me, holding me tightly, as he began fucking me, a slow languid pace that quickened as we moved together. Soon, he was madly pounding into me, making up for all of the lost chances while he had been at college.

I felt my climax coming; my body tingled with anticipation when Alex moaned into my ear, "I'm cumming..." I felt him spasm in me and I felt the warmth of his seed filling me. My own climax erupted then, I was floating blissfully. It wasn't an intensely physical orgasm, more a spiritual one. I felt so loved and so in love right then, my brother filling me with his seed. I never wanted it to end. At that moment, I knew that I would always want Alex to be my lover.

We spent the next week in bed most of the day, except for Christmas Eve and day when the folks were home. Alex got me a beautiful ankle chain and I got him a sweater. He said it was exactly what he needed for school.

Two days before he had to return we were lazing in bed after our morning workout. "Have you thought about where you'll go to college?" Alex asked me.

"I thought I'd go to work. That way I could move close to you," I said.

"The folks would figure that out. Babe, you could come to school with me. You only need to get your grades up a little and you'd qualify. Promise me you'll do that," he said.

"Really?"

"Absolutely. A 3.5 would guarantee you in as a legacy because I'm already there. Promise me to get a 3.5 for the next two years," he said.

"I promise," I said.

Alex held me tightly. "I love you. Keep that promise. I want you with me."

"So you got together at Christmas?" I asked.

"Oh yes. And Easter and summer and whenever Alex came home. I blush a little to say that when he came home it was nearly an orgy, a two person orgy. He was insatiable."

Alex nearly choked as he stared at Mindy. She laughed gaily, "Well, maybe I was as well. It was glorious when he came home, being with each other all day and some nights. It brought back those nights in high school when he would sneak into my bedroom after our parents were asleep and we'd make love before he'd sneak back to his room."
Part III

"So what happened after high school?" I asked. Mindy smiled and took Alex's hand before continuing:

Two years later I was ready to keep my promise. I was accepted at the same college as Alex. Alex had come home for spring break. I needed to let the college know I would attend the following year. Everything seemed to be falling into place. I didn't have any idea there would be a problem. Mom, Alex, and I were sitting in the kitchen.

"I'm so happy I'm going to State," I said. Alex smiled my way and nodded.

Mom clasped her hands together and sort of cleared her throat. "About that," she started. Something in the tone of her voice filled me with alarm. "I'm not sure State is the best college for you, dear." I started to argue but she cut me off. "Listen for a minute. Just listen." She paused and looked at both Alex and I before continuing. "I have been thinking a lot about you going off to college. It needs to be a time when a person matures, learns to be their own person."

"I'm going to do that," I protested. "Alex has matured at State."

"I know," she said. "It's because he's been off on his own. If you go to State, you won't have that experience, meeting new people, meeting men..."

My mind shifted into overdrive. Had Mom guessed? The way she said, men, filled me with dread that she knew our secret. I looked at Alex, desperate for him to help.

"Mom, I'm not going to be Mindy's caretaker if she comes to State. She can date," he said. "Believe me, I'll be too busy to watch her like that. But if she does need help I'll be there."

'Thank God for Alex, ' I thought. I felt myself relax just a bit.

Mom smiled. "I know that. But Mindy is just a little too dependant on you. She needs a chance to learn to be her own woman." I started to protest, but mom shushed me again. "You don't have to decide today. Think about what I've said. You've been accepted at Tech as well. Tech is a fine school. We'll be glad to help you go there."

She stood and kissed Alex and me, then left. I was stunned. It seemed the world was coming to an end. Tech? That was all the way across the state. I'd never see Alex. The whole world seemed against me. "Alex, what are we going to do?" I asked forlornly.

"Go to State, together," he said.

"Do you think Mom knows?" I said voicing my darkest concern. Alex shook his head, but I thought he looked a little worried under his smile. "What are we going to do?" I hadn't a clue.

"That's because you're a girl. If you only knew football... ," he said.

"Football! You're talking football when our whole lives could be ruined," I nearly screamed.

"Shh. Yes, football. Leave it to Alex," he said smugly.

That was the first time I worried that Alex might be insane. Football?

What I knew, but hadn't considered because it meant nothing to me, was that Dad was a lifelong State fan. I always saw him watching football on Saturdays but who cared what team it was. Alex knew. And he worked on Dad. I don't know what was said between our parents but by the time Alex was headed back to college after spring break, my week of worry had been for naught.

It was our last dinner when Dad said, "Mindy, I hope you'll choose State next year."

I nearly dropped my fork. Mom was looking down at her plate. "Why?" I asked.

"I think it's the best school in the state. I'd be proud if you graduated from there, just like I'll be proud when Alex graduates," he said.

"I'd like to go there..." I said looking at mom.

She was staring at me, her face unreadable. "Your father is pretty persuasive," she said. "I didn't know I'd be a football widow to my husband and my c***dren."

"Now, Dear," Father said.

"Don't Now Dear me. I've already capitulated, for now," she said. "I hope this does work out best."

And so I went to State. Alex and I drove back together for my first semester. Alex had found us a cheap apartment. Dad was happy that Alex would be able to keep an eye on his sweet virginal daughter who hadn't dated much in high school and would be easy prey for the wolves at a college campus. I didn't need any wolves. I had my own puppy dog in bed.

When we got to the apartment, Alex let me in. It was small, only one bedroom and one bed. "What happens if Mom comes for a visit?" I asked. I was still worried about what she might know, or suspect.

"The couch folds out into a bed. We'll keep sheets on it, just in case. I'll keep my clothes out here and you keep yours in the bedroom. Don't worry," he said.

I threw my arms around his neck, kissing him. Together at last. The kiss quickly heated up, all of our pent up desire burst out. Alex dragged me, uncomplaining, into the bedroom. Our bedroom. I smiled to myself, thinking that finally we could sleep in the same bed and not have to sneak off before morning. Our clothes quickly s**ttered around the room.

We had been lovers for four years, but this was the first time we could really be together without worry. I was hot and ready for him. As he entered me, I was able to let go completely, unafraid, unworried. I held him to me, his cock filling me, over and over. 'Our bed, ' I thought, knowing that we would be together tonight and every night. Alex quickly climaxed. I held him close, knowing he was spending his seed into me. I didn't climax, but in some ways it was even better, knowing that Alex was mine, all mine, in our bed. As he finished I felt his body on mine, skin to skin. I had my man.

"And so you lived together?" I asked.

"Yes," Mindy nodded. "Except when we went home at the holidays. We didn't even sneak into each other's rooms then. We made up for it when we got back." They shared a wicked smile.

"And your mother?" I asked.

Mindy laughed. "She did sneak up once for a visit. Alex was home and I was in class. Alex happened to look out the window and saw her getting out of her car. He threw off his clothes, pulled out the couch, and climbed in. When mom came in she saw him sleeping on the pull out bed and the bedroom had my clothes s**ttered over the bed. She left smiling."

"And what happened then?" I asked.

"It was two years of happiness. Mom came a few times, but we were always ready. I was worried when Alex graduated that he would have to move away. Alex found a job in the city we were able to continue living together in our little apartment until I graduated.
Part IV

"And after college?" I asked.

"We had moved away from home after college because we knew it would be hard if we lived too close to our folks. I was still worried about what our mother knew, or what she suspected. Living too close, she would have too many opportunities to surprise us. What if she caught us living in the same house, sharing the same bed? Where we moved, nobody knew us. In a way, we became new people in a completely new world. No one had any reason to suspect that we were brother and sister," Mindy told me.

"And then what did you do?" I asked.

"We married," she said simply.

I was shocked. "But you couldn't marry."

"I think I've shocked you," she said.

"No, no. Not at all," I replied trying to compose myself. It isn't exactly proper for a counselor to look shocked when their patient tells them something shocking.

They both smiled and exchanged a silent agreement. "I didn't mean to. Yes, we married. It was simple. Alex had been working and had saved enough. We went on a cruise, a discount one, and had the Captain marry us, all quite legal, you know. We checked with a lawyer. He thought the marriage was legal, since it occurred outside any countries jurisdiction, but he did say that we might still be breaking the law if we had sex. Once we were married, I didn't even have to change my name with the IRS, Social Security, or the DMV. Nobody even raised an eyebrow." She looked over at Alex, then said, "It was a glorious honeymoon."

The cruise ship was all prepared for weddings. They had a marriage certificates ready to go. They arranged for the ship's photographer to be there and the Purser was a witness. The Captain came down and he read some passages from the Bible, not Paul's harangue against women thankfully. Then he asked us if we wanted each other, and pronounced us man and wife. The whole thing didn't take fifteen minutes. He congratulated us after we kissed and he was gone back to the bridge. I wondered how many of these he had done.

The Purser congratulated us and everyone signed the wedding certificate. Then we signed a special Wedding Log the ship had and we were done. The Purser escorted us back to our cabin where they had set up a bottle of Champagne in an ice bucket, compliments of the Captain. The Purser congratulated us again and excused himself.

I threw myself into Alex's arms holding him against me. Finally, he was mine forever. I never really believed until that moment that we would actually be married. It was so against the accepted mores of our culture. But we did it. I felt like I was going to explode with happiness. "I love you, husband," I said.

"I love you, wife," Alex responded.

I felt a flutter in my stomach when he said wife. I was his wife. I had dreamed so many times of what it would feel like to have a husband, to be a wife. It was better than I had ever dreamed it would be. We kissed. Then Alex unwrapped his arms from me, "Let's have some of the Captain's champagne."

I laughed happily, "Let's."

Alex took the bottle from the ice and made a production of unwrapping it. There was an explosive Pop, the cork flew across the room, ricocheting from the ceiling, and settling into a corner. We both gawked, then burst into laughter. Alex poured the champagne. He held up his glass and we clinked, "To my wife."

"To my husband, my love," I said. We sipped the wine, our eyes locked together. I was deliriously happy. I finally had Alex as my husband and lover. It was what I had wanted since I was fifteen years old and was never really certain that it would ever happen. All of the doubts washed from my soul leaving behind only happiness. And something else as well. I realized that I no longer was thinking of Alex as a brother. It was like a switch had been thrown and now the circuits in my mind had Husband instead of brother on them. He was my husband. He was a man whom I grew up with who had become the love of my life and my husband. It really wasn't i****t, not really because I didn't think of Alex that way anymore.

The feeling in my breast no longer could be contained inside me. I had to let them out where Alex could have them as well. "Take me to bed," I said quietly. His eyebrows shot up in a question. "Now," I said.

He smiled and set his drink down before sweeping me into his strong arms. He held me tightly, pressing me into his chest. I threw my arms around his neck, straining to bring my mouth to his for a kiss, a kiss that would communicate all my desire to my new husband. He bent forward and we kissed. I thrust my tongue between his lips as my mind echoed with the words, 'Make love to me sweet darling. Husband, husband, husband.' Each repetition made me want him more.

Alex lifted me in his arms; our lips still pressed together and carried me to the bed. We fell onto it, still kissing. He started to unzip my dress, but I didn't want to wait. "Take off your clothes," I ordered him as I tore mine from my body. The clothes piled up on the floor, until he was naked and I had only my white frilly wedding panties on, for they contained a surprise. We rolled back together our lips melting into one. Alex pushed me back and bent his head over my chest, teasing one nipple then the other. He sucked one between his lips as his fingers teased the other. I moaned making him smile. "I want you," I said. He smiled again, enjoying teasing me knowing I would want him harder as he teased me. His bent further down, kissing along the top of my panties, then running his tongue down. He found them soaked with my desire. Alex made a delighted moan, as his tongue tasted me through the frilly undies.

I was smiling now, for he was about to get his surprise present from me. His hands grabbed the waistband and began to pull. I lifted my butt as he pulled the panties off and down my legs. As he looked back up, he stopped, staring at my pussy, now shaved completely bald, smooth as a baby's bottom. "Mindy?"

"For you," I said. "A wedding present. Enjoy it." I saw the happiness in his eyes and I felt it as well. Then I saw the desire fill his face. My sweet little baby always wanted me to shave completely smooth. I had resisted until this moment when it would be special. He bent forward as I parted my legs to accept him. His tongue lashed at my smooth labia, then parted them and lapped at me. I was flowing with my desire and he lapped and licked and sucked at my like a thirsty man in the desert. He was going to make me climax. I wanted him in me as I did.

"Please Alex. Make love to me. I want you in me, now," I pleaded.

He looked up at me, the pleading so evident. He rose up and came over me, planting his hard cock in the entrance of my pussy. We had decided to wait so that our honeymoon would be like a real one, full of unsatisfied desire. I had almost given in to his teasing several times, but we had waited. Now, I was so hot and wet, he slid in easily, even though we had not had sex in several weeks. Alex bottomed out in one long slow push. I nearly climaxed. My fingers dug into his shoulders. He sensed my need and began fucking me hard, long, and deeply.

He too, had been waiting and the pressure quickly filled him. Soon, he was speeding his strokes into me, fucking me feverishly, moaning. I felt him stiffen above me, then he uttered a wailing cry. I felt him cumming, filling me with his seed, a husband's seed, a seed that could bring his baby, I shuddered, my own climax cresting. The whole world disappeared except for the pleasure of making love with him, my husband. Just our bodies joined in that exquisite little moment between Heaven and Earth, le petite mort.

She grew quiet and looked at Alex. They shared a smile. So we were married," she said.

I had listened to Mindy now for a long time. I was uncertain what to make of her story. It had the ring of truth, but what a truth it was. I couldn't understand what she thought was the problem was she had come to me for. She had described a nearly idyllic relationship and I saw with my own eyes how happy they were together. Why had they come to see me?
Epilogue

"And your parents never knew?" I asked.

"Mother did sort of suspect, as I've said. But she had never really admitted it to her conscious mind. Even during the whole college thing, she never admitted why she pushed so hard for Tech. It stayed a nagging doubt that she never put into words. Father was clueless, just like a man." Alex gave her a look and she laughed. "When the first baby came along we had to tell them. It was a scene. Mother had a hysterical fit, and Dad nearly came to blows with Alex calling him terrible names, a pervert and r****t. But he had to attend to Mom, who was becoming quite hysterical. Isn't it interesting that Father was so mad at Alex for despoiling me but he wasn't mad at me for doing the same to Alex? It's funny how fathers are so protective of daughters, isn't it? I suspect there is a bit of i****tual feelings at play, don't you? Alex and I have come to know how natural such feelings are. It took them several months to come to terms with it, but they did. They wanted their Grandbabies more than they hated the idea of us being together. I think they have forgiven us, really. They don't even look at us funny anymore."

"You had a c***d?" I asked, thinking of the dangers of that.

"We have three perfectly happy and healthy c***dren." Their eyes met and I could see the happiness of parents. "From a genetic standpoint, unless there is a dangerous recessive allele, it is actually safer for a brother and sister to have c***dren than complete strangers. We have a clean gene pool. Our c***dren have no idea and never will," she said.

"But Mindy, I fail to see why you have come to me. You haven't told me anything to make me think you are unhappy, or that Alex is unhappy. You two seem to be the happiest people I've ever met," I told her.

She looked over at Alex and I could see the electricity in the air between them. They looked like teenagers in the throes of first love even though I knew they had been together for many years. The shy smile they shared that communicated so much, even from the outside, I could see the depth of it. Her hand found his.

"I know," she said.

"Alex, any problems?" I asked.

"Only one," he said. "I hope Mindy has solved it now." Confused, I looked back at her.

"Sorry, I guess I have been here a little under false pretenses. It isn't that I have a problem that I need help with, I don't. I am deliriously happy." The room was practically alight with their smiles as they looked at each other. "I have a husband that I love and who loves me. I have three perfectly healthy and happy c***dren. We have a nice home in a good neighborhood. The problem is that I could never tell anyone and I felt like my chest would burst from keeping it a secret a moment longer. I just had to tell someone. There was no one else to tell."

"Oh," was all I could manage. "Well, Mindy and Alex. I must say I envy you your love. Is there anything else?"

Alex looked at her, waiting. She smiled, "No. I feel a million times better having told someone. Thank you Doctor." They stood and I ushered them out. They held hands, smiling, their step light and carefree, and their eyes filled with love for each other as they left my office.

As the door closed behind them, my receptionist said, "I've never seen two people so obviously in love."