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Roger parked the car in the driveway of the beach house as fat drops of rain came pelting down. The sun, obscured by the overcast sky and down-pouring rain, was setting and what little daylight they had was quickly being diminished. Roger noticed the other car in the driveway and was curious who it belonged to. Sitting next to him his sister Miranda was more interested in the torrent as she eyed the rain with obvious dismay.

“Maybe we should wait for it to let up some?” Miranda asked, looking to her brother.

“I don’t know about you, but I’m tired and hungry and my legs are cramped from the long drive. Who knows how long it will take for the rain to let up? I’m sorry, but I don’t want to wait.” He took Miranda’s hand in a comforting gesture, looked into her azure eyes, and smiled. “Anyway, a little water never hurt anyone, so let’s just get this over with, ok?” Miranda hesitated, but then gave her assent.

“I’ll get the bags, all you have to do is get to the house,” Roger said as he got out of the car. He quickly grabbed the two duffel bags, the one suitcase, and the bag of groceries in the back seat. Using the shoulder straps of the luggage, he managed to carry everything in one trip. He made it to the front porch as quickly as possible. Setting everything down, he then looked in his pocket for the key to the front door.

Meanwhile, Miranda was still in the car taking a couple moments to work up the nerve to brave the deluge. Finally she took a deep breath, opened the car door, quickly got out, slammed the door shut, and made a dash through the falling drops until she made it to the safety of the sheltering porch. As soon as she arrived, an intensely bright streak of lighting made a crack in the sky and not more than a second afterwards a loud boom of thunder exploded through the air so loud the vibration shook the ground and rattled their teeth.

Miranda yelped in fear and grabbed a firm hold of Roger’s arm. Roger stood silent for a few seconds, a little in awe of the power of the storm. He then turned to Miranda and gave her arm reassuring pat. He studied his sister in that moment. The humidity had added some curl to her normally straight ebon hair that beset her gorgeous face. Rainwater dripped from her damp shoulder length hair onto her pink tee shirt, the wetness on her shirt made it less opaque and allowed him to clearly see the black lace bra she wore under it and the nice shape of her small firm breasts. She probably thought she looked a mess, but she was breathtaking.

Miranda gave him a sheepish look and said, “Sorry, you know I’ve never liked thunderstorms.”

Roger smiled at her and said, “No problem; that lightning even shook me up some!” Roger stared at his sister brimming with the love he felt for her. Someday she was going to make some man incredibly happy. Not just because of her looks but for the amazing woman he knew her to be. The thought evoked a pang of emptiness inside him as he contemplated that he would never find the right woman for him. “I’m sorry I made you get out of the car, I just wanted to get inside before it was completely dark. Also, I’m curious as to who that car belongs to.” He said as he turned his head and pointed to the car with his chin.

Just then the door to the house opened and a woman stood in the doorway. She wore white shorts and a purple tank top. She was not too tall, and looked to be in her early to mid thirties. Roger thought she was a handsome woman. She had long auburn hair, hazel eyes, and full lips. She was a few pounds overweight, but the weight was distributed in good proportion, and the plumpness of her body added to an overall quality of ripeness about her. She had a voluminous bosom and clearly wasn’t wearing a bra as her nipples could easily be made out through her top. Roger, trying to be polite, managed not to stare at her breasts and focus on her face, though it was awfully difficult.

Before either he or Miranda could say anything, the woman spoke, “Oh my, I thought I heard someone out here!” Her voice had a deep seductive quality and was satiny smooth. “Please, come in before you get any wetter!”

Roger and Miranda shared a confused look, but the rain was coming down even harder and the wind was blowing, so they decided to quickly get inside. Roger grabbed the luggage and Miranda the groceries. Once inside, they set everything down in the foyer. The house looked pretty much the same as it did when they were here last year. The living room was spacious and stylishly decorated with white walls and carpeting, beige furniture, a big screen television, a grand fireplace, and large bay windows. Off of the living room was a set of double doors made of glass panels and brass knobs that led out to a broad deck and beyond that was the beach. The house had a very fresh and open feel.

To the left there was a large kitchen, pantry, and a dining room with a big glass table set in brass. To the right was a hallway that led to a game room, two regular bedrooms, and one master bedroom. Everything looked neat and tidy, but there was some evidence that the place was being occupied.

The mysterious woman handed each of them a towel. Roger and Miranda both thanked her and dried themselves off. “My name is Julie Thaliana,” she said offering a handshake to each.

“I’m Roger Sowell and this is my sister Miranda.” Roger said shaking her hand, and then Miranda did the same. Then he said, “Ummm…I am also confused. This is our beach house, at least for the next couple weeks…unless I am mistaken?”

“Oh dear, I was afraid that was who you were when I saw you.” Julie said looking a bit embarrassed. “I work for the company that owns this house and the past two weeks were my allotted time in the time share. A friend of mine at the company told me you would all be in Europe for the summer, and I thought since no one would be using it and I was having such a nice time here, I didn’t think it would hurt if I stayed.” Her cheeks turned a bright crimson.

“Our parents are vacationing in Europe,” Miranda explained, “but they told us we could come and stay here in their place.”

“I see. I am so sorry to have infringed upon your time. That was so wrong of me! I’ll pack my things and leave immediately.” She turned to go down the hallway to the master bedroom.

Miranda stared after her a moment then turned to her brother. “Roger, it’s pouring outside and the road conditions are terrible. We can’t make her leave in this!”

Roger nodded. “I don’t mind letting her stay a little while longer if you don’t.”

Miranda shook her head indicating she didn’t. “Miss Thaliana, wait!” Miranda said, meeting up with her at the door to the room. “The weather is just awful right now, we couldn’t make you leave in it. Please stay until the rain lets up.”

Julie gave her a big smile. “You two are so sweet! But I can’t impose on you, after what I’ve done.”

“Don’t worry about it. It’s no big deal, really!” Miranda assured her. “It’s not like we had any plans tonight or anything. Just stay until the weather improves.”

“Well, as long as you don’t mind, I would really appreciate that. That is very generous of you, Thank you.”

“You're welcome,” said Miranda.

“I’ll tell you what,” Julie said, “I was just about to fix dinner before you came, why don’t I make a nice home cooked meal for all us? It would be the least I could do for the kindness you showed me.”

Roger materialized out of no where. “Food?” he asked.

Julie nodded. “I make great crab cakes, and I just bought some fresh crab meat, there’s enough for all of us.”

Roger was practically drooling. “That would be wonderful!” He said. “I’m starved!”

“I can probably have dinner ready in about half an hour, if that’s ok?” Julie asked.

“That’s fine,” said Miranda while Roger looked a bit pained, he was starving and ready to eat now. Miranda elbowed her brother. “Since the weather is so bad, we probably would have stayed in and only ate junk food. This is much better, thank you Miss Thaliana!” Roger nodded his head enthusiastically, he could at least agree with that. Even if he had to wait a little while, it would be worth it to have a real meal.

“It’s my pleasure. All I ask is, don’t call me ‘Miss Thaliana’, please call me Julie.” Roger and Miranda nodded their heads in acquiescence.

Julie went to the kitchen and got busy making dinner while Miranda went and set the table. Roger busied himself by putting away the groceries he and Miranda brought. It was typical food they liked to have around the house if they couldn’t find something better; hot dogs, sandwich meats, cheese, bread, chips, some snack cakes, beer, and soda. After he was finished, Julie asked him if he would mind making the salad, Roger was happy to help, at least he could munch on some veggies while he made it.

Soon the aroma from the oven was driving Roger crazy. The crab cakes smelled wonderful, he couldn’t wait to dig in. Finally Julie announced that everything was ready and they sat down at the dining room table to eat. Roger helped himself to two crab cakes, some salad, and some mixed vegetables. The food was terrific and he managed to tell that to Julie in between mouthfuls. Miranda also complimented her on the meal.

Julie beamed at the praise, “Thanks you two, you made my day.” She said.

During dinner they chatted and learned more about each other. Roger surmised that Julie was much of a free spirit. She was an artist and loved to paint, she hadn’t been able to sell any of her work as of yet, so she worked at the advertising agency where Roger's and Miranda’s father worked.

“I’m not much for the corporate scene, but they like my work and the job pays good money plus the perks!” She said indicating the beach house with a smile.

Roger and Miranda told Julie some of their lives. They were attending the same college, Miranda was nineteen, majoring in business, and had just completed her freshman year, Roger was twenty-one, and about to begin his senior year majoring in pre law. They were both on break from classes during the summer and when their father offered them the two weeks at the company beach house, they thought it would be a nice getaway.

“Your parents didn’t offer to take you to Europe with them?” Julie asked.

“Ha!” Roger scoffed, “They prefer to vacation alone. We used to go on vacations together, for the past four summers we have come here, but now that both of us are in college and spend most of our time away from home anyway, they don’t feel any guilt going off without us.”

“They’ve never been too comfortable around us,” Miranda explained, “they’ve always focused on their careers, Dad with the company and Mom as a lawyer, they never spent much time with us. We spent most of our lives being looked after by relatives and sitters, and then when Roger became old enough they just left him in charge.”

“Oh, that’s such a shame, but I’m sure they still love you very much.”

“Maybe,” Miranda said, “but it still hurts when you feel like you’re parents’ jobs are more important than you.”

“Yet you two are following in your parents’ footsteps in regard to your studies.” Julie observed.

“Well, Miranda is adept at business, and I’ve developed a predilection for the study of law.” Roger said, “I suppose it’s a legacy we inherited, but not through any concerted effort from our parents, it was part genetics, part environment. We had a penchant for these fields and we’ve been exposed to them all our lives. So, yes, we are following in their footsteps, but we are taking advantage of what we know, in order to have successful careers.”

“Are you also going to follow in your parents’ footsteps by putting your careers before everything else, before your friends and family, before love?” Julie asked.

“Maybe love isn’t for everyone,” Roger said somberly, “maybe focusing on my career is the best thing I can do. I don’t know if I am good at being with people socially.”

“I enjoy being with you Roger,” Julie said, “and your sister must also, after all, you both go to the same college and now you two are taking your vacation together.”

“Well, Dad offered the place to both of us, I guess he felt some guilt for going off to Europe without us, and both of us love coming here.” Miranda said as Julie smiled in understanding. “Roger can be a pain sometimes…” Miranda added with a quirky grin. Roger gave her a surprised and innocent “Who, me?” look then broke out in a grin. “But all in all he is okay to hang out with.” she finished.

“Ditto s*s,” Roger said. Then he added, “This is a great place to go on vacation and it’s big enough that we won’t get in each other’s way. Coming here with our parents, even when we vacationed together we weren’t really together, we learned how to stay out of their way. We know the area here and we each have our own haunts we like to frequent.” Roger looked at his sister appreciatively, “But it’s also nice to hang out with my little sister sometimes too.” He admitted and Miranda smiled warmly.

“Well I’ve only known you guys for a short time, but in my opinion you’re good people. I think both of you are great to hang out with.” Julie said.

“Thank you, Julie. That’s nice of you to say.” Roger said, he and Miranda looking pleased. Actually, he felt the same way towards Julie. There was something about her…she had a friendly, playful quality that he found charming, yet he could also sense a feeling of melancholy emanating from her at times. It was strange, he barely knew this woman, but he periodically felt like he wanted to comfort her. He could tell that Miranda was fond of her too.

After dinner, the three of them went over to the capacious sectional sofa in the living room to continue talking for a while. They each had a beer with them to drink. The thunder and lightning had let up by this time, but the rain was still continuing to steadily fall. When Julie excused herself to go to the bathroom, Roger and Miranda discussed the idea of inviting her to stay the entire night, both thought it would be a good idea.

Upon returning from the bathroom Julie said, “Well k**s, this has been a really terrific evening. I want to thank you again for your kindness. I feel as if I made a couple of new friends, I hope we can stay in touch! But now I think I should be on my way.”

“Julie,” Roger began, “it’s still raining and it’s very dark out. We don’t want anything to happen to our new friend. Like I said this is a big place, there is more than enough room here, we would be happy if you stayed the night.”

“Really?” asked Julie.

“Of course,” Miranda said.

Julie hugged both of them. “You two are just the sweetest k**s I’ve ever met!”

Roger and Miranda returned the hug. “We like you too.” Roger said laughing

They all got a second beer to drink, sat back on the couch, and resumed talking. Julie took her sandals off and pulled her legs up under her on the couch, Miranda mirrored her action, and Roger took his shoes off as well and put his feet up on the coffee table. Then Julie pulled her purse over, opened it, and took something out. Roger raised his eyebrows in surprise when he recognized it as a joint.

“You guys won’t freak out on me if I light up would you? I’m not a pot head really. I just enjoy it occasionally, especially when I’m all ready having a good time.”

“It doesn’t bother me.” Roger said, “I never saw the harm in smoking pot once in a while.” He smiled.

“I know,” replied Julie. “I mean, I never touch the harder shit that can really fuck you up, but c’mon, this stuff isn’t any worse than alcohol or tobacco.” Julie pointed to their empty bottles of beer on the table.

“Yeah, I agree with you,” said Miranda.

Julie lit the joint and inhaled. Roger soon started to smell a strong herbal scent. Julie exhaled then said. “If something makes you feel good, and you are not harming anyone else doing it, then I don’t think it’s right to be told you’re not allowed to do it. I don’t believe in telling people how they should live their lives. Truth in advertising is what I think is important, the government’s roll should be to make sure we have all the information possible on whatever the fuck we are putting in our bodies then let us make our own decisions, stupid or wise.” Julie looked a little chagrin. “Sorry, didn’t mean to go off on a rant there. I just have strong feelings about this. When my father was diagnosed with cancer and had to go in for chemotherapy, it would make him so nauseous and the only thing that would make him feel better was smoking marijuana. I was his primary caregiver and I supplied him with the pot. At first I had to go to fucking d**g dealers on the street to get it, eventually I learned to grow my own. Here was this thing that made my dad feel better and I had to go through so much trouble because it was i*****l.

“I had actually stopped smoking weed completely after I graduated high school, it wasn’t until my father started smoking it that I started again. He hated smoking it alone and I figured what the hell? Why should he get to have all the fun?” Julie gave a small chuckle then her expression turned grim. “Now my father is gone, but I still smoke a joint now and then, it helps me remember the good times we had.” Her eyes watered and a tear ran down her cheek. Miranda put a hand on her arm.

“Oh, Julie, I’m so sorry about that!” Miranda said.

“Yes, I’m sorry to hear about your loss Julie.” Roger didn’t know what else to say, he felt bad for Julie, but he was never good in these situations.

Julie wiped the tears from her face. “No I should be the one apologizing, we were having such a fun time and I go and bring you all down. I just feel so comfortable with you two, I feel as if I’ve known you for years and can tell you anything.”

“We feel the same way Julie.” Miranda said lightly squeezing her arm. “Don’t feel bad about it. You can tell us anything, we’re friends now.” Roger nodded in agreement.

“Thanks, you guys are so great! I think I’m falling in love with you two.” They all laughed.

“So…” Julie said. “Have either of you tried pot before?”

“I’ve smoked it a few times, at parties and such.” Roger answered.

“Once or twice,” Miranda said. “I never cared much for it.”

“You probably had inferior product. One thing I learned taking care of my father, was how to cultivate premium stuff. You should try this.” Julie waved the smoking joint in the air. “No pressure, of course, if you don’t want to that’s great, but if you ever want to know how it feels to get the best results from weed, this is the shit you should try.”

Roger’s curiosity was piqued, he reached for the joint and Julie happily surrendered it to him. He took a big hit off it and held his breath for about thirty seconds then let it out. Almost at once he began to feel a warm feeling inside himself and it spread throughout his body. He felt euphoric. He also had a strong urge to laugh. He looked at his sister who was giving him a weird look, and then he did laugh.

“This is pretty great.” Roger said looking at Julie then he turned back to his sister. “Do you want to try it?”

Miranda shrugged her shoulders. “I guess,” she said taking the joint from Roger as he offered it. She didn’t take as big a puff as her brother, but she held it for just about as long. Roger and Julie quietly watched Miranda as the effects of the d**g swept over her.

“Oh wow,” she said after a couple minutes. “I never felt like this before, this is quite nice!”

Julie gave Miranda a hug. “See, I told you!” They all had a burst of uncontrollable laughter. The three of them continued to pass the joint back and forth between them and talked of frivolous things, Roger really didn’t pay attention to what they were talking about. He had become fixated on Julie’s breasts. He had noticed them at first about her, but he wanted to be polite and not stare. All evening long he had taken short glances at them and then quickly averted his eyes. But now he was feeling so good and uninhibited, he just let his gaze remain on them.

Her tits looked too natural to be fake. As with most men, breasts held a fascination with him, though only as long as they were real. Fake breasts always seemed too perfect to him, unnatural, and that always turned him off. He also hated the idea of what women went through to get them; the invasive surgery and the unnecessary health risks, it just seemed so needless. He really hated the idea that women with fake breasts might not be as sensitive to his touch, he always wanted to provide as much pleasure as possible. He wanted to caress the woman, not a couple of water balloons stuck to her chest. Yes, naturally large boobs were a turn on, but he liked all sizes as long as they were real. Julie’s tits were outstanding and he couldn’t take his eyes off them. They were truly magnificent. They were very large, looked so soft, and without a bra, her nipples seemed to be proudly exhibiting themselves beneath her tank top.

“Have an interesting thought, Dearie?” Julie said breaking him out of his trance.

“Huh?” Roger replied.

Julie pointed at his crotch, and Roger realized he had a massive hard-on. He looked down and saw his shorts were tented and it was obvious by what. Being so deep in his own world and the general feeling of pleasure he felt from the weed had caused him not to notice until now.

“Oh my God!” Miranda said with her eyes bulging and breaking out into hysterical laughter.

Roger’s face turned a deep shade of crimson. “I am so sorry…” he began.

Julie placed her hand on Roger’s knee. “Don’t be, Honey. Believe me I’m flattered! I didn’t think it was possible for me to get a young man aroused anymore.”

“What do you mean? You’re beautiful.” Roger said

Now Julie blushed. “That is nice of you to say, but I know I’m no longer the youth I was. I’m pushing forty as it is.”

“You’re k**ding me.” Roger said. “I wouldn’t have believed you were much older than thirty.”

Julie beamed. “Well, mister, you sure know how to make a girl feel pretty.” She glanced at his crotch again, “If you have a girlfriend she’s a lucky woman.”

“Nah, no girlfriend,” Roger said a bit dejectedly. Miranda’s face turned somber as she studied her fingernails, Julie looked curious.

“Why not?” Julie asked.

“I’ve never had much luck with women.” Roger said. “I’m not the best looking guy, not that athletic, just sort of average you know?” Roger was an inch shy of six feet in height, he had brown hair and brown eyes, he was in good shape and his body had some muscular build, but he wasn’t exceptionally well toned.

“I think you are very handsome, Roger.” Julie said. Then an inquisitive look came over her. “Don’t tell me you’re a virgin?”

Roger laughed. “No nothing like that, I have had girlfriends and we’ve been intimate and all but I never felt like I had found the right person to be with. I mean I cared about the girls I’ve had sex with but I have never found someone I was totally into. It’s hard to explain, but even when I was with them, I still felt this sense of loneliness, something that I don’t think I’d feel if I was with the right person. I always felt like there was something missing…I don’t know sometimes I think that there’s something wrong with me and I am not good enough to find the person that is right for me.”

“Wow, Roger,” Miranda spoke up, “I know exactly what you mean! I’ve had a couple boyfriends that I’ve…had sex with, but it was never as good as I thought it would be. I thought that I loved them, but I have never been with someone that didn’t make me feel exactly like you said: like I was still alone. Sometimes I think there is something wrong with me that I can’t truly connect with someone and it makes me feel very lonely.” Now it was her turn to blush. “I can’t believe I’m talking about this.”

“Nonsense,” Julie said, “everyone in this room cares about everyone else, and there need be no embarrassment over anything, like you said we can tell each other anything! No one will judge you; we will only support you, because that’s what friends do.”

“She’s right, s*s,” Roger said, all of a sudden his feelings had bubbled to the surface. He looked at his sister and felt how deep his affection ran for her. He had an uncontrollable desire to let all his emotions out. “For as long as I can remember it’s always been you and me, Mom and Dad were hardly ever there for us, not in the way it mattered, I know my life would not have been half as nice if it hadn’t been for you, it certainly would have been a great deal lonelier. You’ve been my little sister but you have also been my best friend, at times my only friend. When we were little and you had a bad dream it was me you came to for comfort, and it always made me feel proud you chose me and I could be there for you. At times I had bad dreams of my own, or problems I didn’t know how to handle, and it was always a relief that I could come to you. We have always looked out for each other and told each other everything. We never kept secrets between us before, and now I feel bad that we’ve started to. We started drifting apart when I went to college, I know, but I don’t want to lose what we had. I want to be able to talk to you about my life, about anything, and I want you to do the same with me. I love you Miranda!”

Tears streamed down Miranda’s face. She got up and came toward Roger. He stood up when he saw her coming. “Oh Roger, I love you too! I’m so glad you’ve told me this. You are the best brother I could have ever asked for! Part of the reason I chose to go to the same college as you is because I have missed you so much! You’ve always kept an eye out for me and protected me, I love you so much.” Roger gave his sister a big hug and she returned it just as strong, both of them with tears in their eyes, Julie too for that matter. She got up and joined the hug. Roger felt wonderful being able to express the love he felt for his sister, and was amazed at how after only a few hours of having known her, he also felt love for Julie. They finally broke their group hug and returned to their seats.

“Don’t worry about not having found right person. There is nothing wrong with either of you.” Julie said, addressing Roger and Miranda. “You will eventually find that person you connect with.” A wistful look appeared in Julie’s eyes. “I did once and it was wonderful.”

“What happened?” Miranda asked. “You aren’t together anymore?”

“No, he passed away a few years ago.” Julie said sadly.

“Oh, no! I am sorry Julie. How did it happen?”

“I told you about it. He died of cancer.”

“No, you told us your father…” Miranda trailed off as it dawned on her what Julie was implying. “You don’t mean…?”

“Yes, my father and I were lovers.” Julie said succinctly. Roger’s and Miranda’s jaws dropped open. “You said I could tell you anything, right?”

“Yes, of course.” Roger said, “I’m sorry, it was just a bit shocking. Of course you can tell us anything. We’re your friends.”

“How did it happen, did your father m***** you?” Miranda asked.

Julie smiled. “No. No, definitely not, my father was the gentlest man in the world. I seduced him.” Once again Roger and Miranda were shocked, but they tried to hide it better. Julie frowned, “Most of the time when you hear about an i****tuous relationship it’s a sick and twisted thing because the motivation behind it isn’t love, but power. An older and dominant family member takes advantage of a younger and weaker one simply because they can. The fact that they can have power over that person is what really turns them on, not any actual love they had for them. If they really loved that person, they wouldn’t m***** them because they know it would be hurting them. It’s wrong and it’s abusive.

“But sometimes, on rate occasions, family members who sincerely love each other and are very close feel a need, a burning hunger, to explore their love and be as intimate with each other as possible. When it happens that way, when the people involved are adults and able to make adult decisions, when it’s consensual, and mutually desired, it can be a wonderful thing,” Julie’s eyes glazed over bit, “a truly remarkable thing.”

Julie stared off into space for a moment, Roger and Miranda stared at Julie still in shock by her revelation. “It’s a long story about what happened between my father and me, I’m sure you wouldn’t want to hear it.” Julie said.

Roger was very intrigued and admittedly wanted to hear more about this fascinating woman’s life, but he didn’t want to sound too eager, not in front of Miranda who might consider him rude, or even worse, perverted. It floored Roger when Miranda insisted that Julie continue, “Please Julie,” she said, “if you don’t mind I would really like to hear it.” Miranda’s big blue eyes seemed to sparkle in a way Roger never saw before.

Julie smiled and placed her hand on top of Miranda’s gently rubbing it. “It all started with my sister though, she was the first one in my family I had sex with.” Roger had finally managed to get the bulge in his pants to go down when Julie began her story and just like that he was instantly erect again. He felt bad for getting a hard-on from Julie’s sharing of a personal part of her life, but he couldn’t help being aroused by the idea of her and her sister, especially if she looked anything like Julie. He grabbed a pillow and placed it on his lap, pretending he was just using it to lean on.

“Your sister?” Miranda asked breathlessly.

“Yes.” Answered Julie, “When I was eighteen my older sister, Janine, came back home to live with us for a short time. She was twenty-two and had just finished college. She all ready had a job lined up as a legal secretary, but the position didn’t start for a couple of months and she couldn’t afford a place to live until she started work. My father said he would be happy for her to come back home until her job opened up. Our father was such a dear sweet man, entirely devoted to his c***dren. When I was six, our mother had left us, and it had given us all deep emotional scars. Since that time, my father went out of his way to let us know he would always be there for us whenever we needed him, we all depended a great deal on each other during those hard times, and became especially close.

“Janine and I had to share a room like we did when we were younger. With Janine back there were four of us living in the house, my father, my brother Jack, Janine, and myself, and we only had three bedrooms.

“It was nice having my older sister back home. I really admired her and always wished I could be more like her. She was smart, funny, and pretty. She had long auburn hair, deep azure eyes, and red cherry lips. She also had long beautiful legs, a full bosom and she was tall, about five feet ten inches. I am the shortest in my family, I’m five foot five.

“Janine and I could talk about girl things and borrow each other’s clothes, and just have fun together. But one thing was strange. She kept remarking about how much I had developed and how beautiful I had become, I mean she said it all the time. She was always hugging me and giving me massages and she stared at my tits a lot.” Roger deliberately stared into Julie’s eyes. He would have blushed but his face was all ready red. Julie continued on with her story, and as she did, she got a far away look in her eyes as if she was going into a trance. She went into explicit detail as she retold the events of her younger days as if she was reliving them. Roger and Miranda were an attentive audience and became engrossed in the story as Julie transported them to a time in her life close to twenty years ago.



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One day I was in my room getting dressed and Janine came in. I was topless and only in my panties. Janine just stared at me. “Is everything was all right?” I asked. She just broke down crying.

“I need to tell you something.” She said through her tears. I went and sat on my bed and patted the place next to me indicating she should sit next to me. She timidly complied.

“What is it?” I asked her.

“While I’ve been away at college I discovered something. I’m into…women. I’m attracted to them.” I was astonished, but I wasn’t upset or anything, our father raised us to be open to new ideas and to accept others no matter how they lived or what they believed, because people had a right to live how they wished as long as they treated other people with that same right. It was just a little shocking because I had never given the thought of two women together much consideration.

“Have you done anything…I mean have you had any relationships?” I asked. Janine nodded. I was surprised to find myself a little aroused when I asked that question.

“I have had intimate relationships with other girls there.” She said. “The experiences I’ve had were so wonderful and I’ve finally figured out the main reason why I’ve always felt that I was different and didn’t fit in with the other girls. I know now, I’m a lesbian. I just don’t know how Dad and Jack will react when I tell them.” She started crying again.

I put my hand on hers. “It might take them a while to digest this, I know I still am, but you know how understanding they are, especially dad, they will be okay with it as long as you’re happy, same with me.”

“I’m happy you’re not totally freaked out about this, Julie, but just for now, I hope we can keep this between you and me.”

“Sure, no problem, it’s up to you when you want to tell anyone, not me.”

“Thanks,” Janine said staring down at the floor. “That’s not even my biggest problem.”

“It’s not?” I asked.

“No,” she said as she looked up and stared at me, her eyes red rimmed and an anguished expression on her face. “Since I’ve been home I’ve been having fantasies about…you. I can’t believe how beautiful you’ve become…I can’t get you out of my mind!” Janine collapsed on the bed crying. “Please forgive me! I know it’s was wrong but I can’t help feeling this way!” Now, I was completely dumbfounded, and a bit nervous, but I was amazed that I was also even more aroused. The idea of not only having sex with a woman but it being my sister seemed incredibly naughty to me and the more forbidden it seemed the more horny I felt.

I hugged Janine as she kept making slurred apologies through her crying. “It’s all right.” I said, and then I did something to show her how all right it was. I placed her hand on my crotch so she could feel the wetness there. She looked at me with astoundment and wonder. A devious smile then spread across her face, a smile I imagine was mirrored in my own. She took me right then and showed me all the joys a woman can bring to another woman. I wasn’t a virgin at the time, but I never had a real orgasm before, with Janine I did. It was the most incredible sex I ever had up to that point.

For the next month Janine and I fucked just about every day, it was wonderful. Too soon, the time came for her to start her new job. She found an apartment close to where she worked and moved out. She promised to still see me as much as possible, but she soon became very involved with her work and she found less and less time to see me. I became lonely without her, and also horny as hell! Janine had introduced me to how good sex could be and I wanted more. I thought about finding a new boyfriend or even a girlfriend, but I realized that what made sex with Janine so good was that I all ready loved and trusted her as my sister, and when we made love it only deepened that bond. The idea that we were having a lesbian and i****tuous relationship was also a turn on, the naughtiness of it was also exhilarating and that’s what got me started in it, but as the relationship progressed, we both knew our love was the main thing that made it great. I loved my sister and felt free with her.

I was starving for sex, but if it couldn’t be with someone I loved and I knew loved me, I didn’t want it. That was when I started noticing Jack. He was twenty years old, two years older than me and two years younger than Janine. He was tall, the tallest one of us in the family, he had jet black hair, brown eyes, broad shoulders and a very muscular body. Jack had never gone to college but instead got a job with a landscaping company right out of high school and he still lived at home. He worked outdoors most of the time, was in very nice shape, and very handsome. One day I was feeling particularly horny when Jack came home from work dirty and sweaty. He immediately went to take a shower. I heard him turn the water on and I imagined him naked and full of soap and I couldn’t take it anymore. I got stark naked, went to the bathroom, and got right in the shower with my brother. Jack was totally bewildered but his cock got instantly hard at the sight of me.

“Jack, I need you, I mean I really need you.” I said, “But if you think this is wrong I will understand and leave you alone.” Jack just smiled at me and took me in his arms. We fucked for over an hour in the shower and for the rest of that night in my bedroom.

I had found with my brother what I had with my sister, an exciting, intensely thrilling, sexual relationship. It excited both of us that we were doing something considered so forbidden. Jack told me he had been attracted to me for a long time, but he would have never done anything out of fear that even the suggestion of the idea would harm our relationship and harm me. He also told me that he had suspected something was going on between Janine and me, but he didn’t want to intrude in our private business. I was just thrilled that I could now experience the love of my brother the same way I had with my sister.

For a little more than a year my brother and I continued having a sexual relationship. I still occasionally had sex with Janine, but she was so busy with work I seldom saw her. Janine knew what Jack and I were doing, just as Jack knew what Janine and I did and we were all okay with it. The idea of a threesome never came up because Janine was only interested in women, but I on the other hand loved having it both ways. The only one who didn’t know what was going on was our dear father. He let us lead our own lives, only stepping in when he felt we needed him. What he cared most about was just having our company when he could and seeing we were happy.

Jack and I continued to live at home, I enrolled at the junior college majoring in graphic design and Jack continued to work for the landscaping company. Jack’s company was becoming more and more renowned for the good work it did, much of that thanks to Jack, and more successful. Jack was making more money and he finally decided to get a place of his own, on top of that Jack told me he had met a woman and fallen in love. He wanted to be faithful to her so he had to put an end to our sexual relationship. I was heartbroken. What’s more, the last time Janine had come home to visit, she had told me that she too had been seeing a woman, and wanted to be seclusive.

I was totally devastated. With Jack and Janine I felt I had all I needed in my life in regard to romantic love, but I guess they needed more and now I had no one. Once again I considered finding just anyone and having a fuck, but it still all came down to love. The thought of sex without love was worse than not having it at all. I thought that I might find someone, and after a time fall in love with them, but I had known my brother and sister all my life and felt as if they had hurt me, if I couldn’t trust my siblings, how could I trust someone who I had only known for a relatively short time?

When Jack left I was an emotional mess. I was prone to random bouts of crying and loneliness seemed to haunt me. I couldn’t concentrate with school and I felt too wounded to have any social life. I didn’t want to begrudge Jack and Janine their happiness, but I felt betrayed by them as well. They must have felt guilty or at least uncomfortable with the way they left things because they each pretty much stuck to their own lives. They rarely visited us and I never went to see them.

My father and I were pretty much on our own, when I think back on it, I can tell that he was hurting too because of Jack and Janine’s absence, but I was so absorbed in my own misery, I didn’t notice it then. My father knew something was wrong. He would often find me in my room crying into my pillow. He tried his best to console me, but it was hard for him considering I wouldn’t even tell him why I was upset. I thought about telling him everything, but even though he was the most understanding person I knew, I was afraid of him finding out what his c***dren had been up to. So I just cried and sulked, and every time I did my father was there to put his arm around me.

I think he might have hurt just as bad as I did not being able to ease my pain. I remember one time when I was a k** and Janine accidentally slammed the car door on my fingers, nothing was broken but it hurt like crazy! My father quickly got ice to put on my hand and he lavished me with sympathetic love, but what I remember most was the tears he shed and the look of sheer agony on his face at the sight of me in pain. From the way he looked, you would have thought he was the one who had his fingers slammed in the car, and funny enough, seeing him like that, so worried and so caring, it took my mind completely off my own pain as I tried to console him, assuring him I wasn’t hurt that bad.

He had always been there for me whenever I was hurting and he always made me feel better, but this wasn’t like the times when I was a k** and he could put ice on an injury, kiss it, tear up or make a funny face, and it would feel better, he didn’t know how to heal this pain I had. However, that didn’t stop him from trying. In attempts to stop my moping he would take me out to dinner, a movie, or we would go shopping and he would buy me a little gift, and for a while it would help. I enjoyed his company a great deal and while I was with him I didn’t feel so sad and forlorn, but eventually I would be by myself again and the oppressive feeling of loneliness would return.

A couple months after Jack moved out, I was feeling so dejected I couldn’t stand it. Sometimes all I wanted to do was sleep, other times I couldn’t fall asleep if my life depended on it. The time I spent with my father was the only bright spots in my days.

It was on one of those nights I couldn’t fall asleep and all I could do was toss and turn, my mind in turmoil over my desolation, that I knew I needed human companionship at that instant. There was only one person I could turn to; the one person who was always there for me.

I got out of bed and went to my father’s room. I asked him if I could sleep in his bed that night, something I hadn’t done since I was eleven. He looked quite befuddled, but he could see that I had been crying again, so he agreed. I climbed into his bed with my back against his chest and his strong arms around me. He held me all night, stroking my hair and telling me how much he loved me. He made me feel like a little girl again safe in his arms, it had been a long time since I had felt that good.

Throughout the night I thought about how my father was the one person who never let me down. I knew that he missed my mother a great deal. I remembered as a k** seeing him in the morning with dark rims around his reddish eyes, I knew he had spent a sleepless night downhearted and thinking about my mother. There were still mornings he showed up like that. After my mother left, he never seriously dated, spending almost all of his spare time with my siblings and me. Our happiness was the only happiness he ever seemed to need or want if he couldn’t have my mother. I hadn’t realized completely until that night how terribly lonely he must have been all these years since my mother had left. She left him to run off with someone else, I now knew how it hurt to be rejected like that.

I don’t know why my mother left him. I suppose she felt she found something better with the guy she ran off with. She said she was deeply in love with him. He was rich, and my father wasn’t, but he always made enough to provide for us and give us a decent life. Mother tried to keep in touch with us after she left, sending cards and gifts, calling us on the phone, but every year she would always miss at least one of our birthdays and sometimes Christmas. She said that she wanted me, Jack, and Janine to come live with her, but she and her new husband wanted some time to themselves at first, as if any of us would rather live with her than our father by that time, which none of us did.

Last I heard from her she was pregnant but I don’t know if I have another brother or sister out there because eventually all contact lapsed between us. I’ve been curious to know what happened to her, but I never looked into reestablishing contact with her, I figured if she had wanted us in our life we would have been. She turned her back on all of us and if there ever was going to be a reconciliation she would have to make the first move, but she never has.

In any case, father tried desperately to be all the parents we needed, and for the most part he succeeded. Whatever problems I had growing up, whenever I felt angry, depressed, or confused, he was there for me and always made me feel better. He was always supportive in anything I was interested in, like art, and he encouraged me to pursue my interests. Because of him, I majored in graphic design and made a career out of it. Sometimes I felt as if my heart was filled to the bursting point with the love I had for that man. I never felt more so after that time he held me all night comforting me and whispering words of love.

I thought my father was a handsome man. He was tall, though not as tall as Jack, he used to have jet black hair but at that time it had started to go gray, he worked as a mail carrier and that helped keep him in nice shape, he had a powerful build much like Jack’s. However, my father’s best feature was his dark brown eyes. They were the kindest eyes I have ever seen. When he looked at me, or any of his c***dren for that matter, it pervaded to us his love. I loved looking into his eyes, it was like looking into a window and seeing a place so warm and welcoming you yearned to be inside. After that night I spent cuddled with him in bed, I knew I wanted to be even closer too him, I wanted to feel his love in the deepest way possible, I hungered for it.

With the tender love I felt in father’s arms I was finally able to get some sleep that night, but by the next morning I knew I wanted more. My father had to get up early that morning for work, he tried to be careful not to disturb me, but I knew he was getting up. Just before he left, he ran his finger gently and lovingly across my cheek and I heard him whisper “I love you”, and then he was gone. That gesture of affection was so sweet and after all I had gone through and realized the night before, I wept with the love I had for him.

I decided that night would be the night my relationship with my father would become something more. I planned the entire night out in my mind while I lounged in my father’s bed, basking in his scent that lingered in the sheets and pillows. The smell of his musky yet sweet aroma combined with what I was planning for that night was enough to get me very aroused. My panties had become very wet and so had I. I put my hand to my crotch to feel how wet I was and I couldn’t stop myself from rubbing, at first on top of my panties, but then I slowly slid my hand underneath them and rubbed my excited sex directly. My sexual desire was aflame and I needed relief. I laid in my father’s bed thinking of him while I masturbated, I smelled him, I could remember the feel of him, I came strong and I came hard. I had never had such an intense orgasm from masturbation alone. Afterwards, with my erotic urges abated, if not sated, I got out of bed. I noticed that there was a damp spot from my sexual juices where I was lying on the bed. I made the bed without changing the sheets, letting my essence intermingle with my father’s. It would be entirely dry by the time he came home and in my mind it was a way of christening the bed in anticipation for that night.

I got dressed and went to the store to buy food so I could make my father’s favorite meal for dinner that night: porterhouse steak, batter dipped onion rings, baked potatoes, and a fresh garden salad. When I came home I showered and spent a good amount of time making myself look as attractive as possible. I did my hair up nice, I strived to apply the perfect amount of make-up to make me look ravishing, and I wore my black strapless dress that showcased my cleavage to good effect (an outfit which always drew attention), and high heels.

By the time my father came home that evening I had the meal and myself ready, I also had the radio on in the background tuned to the soft rock station, the lights turned down low, and candles lit on the table, all providing a romantic atmosphere.

My father was stunned by the way I looked when he first arrived home, but when I gave him a huge hug and kiss on the cheek, beaming up at him, he became delighted that I appeared to have risen from my depression. He was also pleasantly surprised with the meal, if still a little bewildered by my appearance and the décor.

“What did I do to deserve this?” He asked when we sat down to dinner.

“I just felt it was high time you had a reward for being such a good father.” I said smiling demurely. My father blushed which made me giggle. My father was a shy and unassuming man and when he received praise he never really knew how to handle it and felt embarrassed. In the awkward silence, I poured him a glass of the red wine I had picked out to go with dinner. He raised his eyebrows in bemusement that I had even gone and added wine to the night’s menu. My father was never a big alcohol drinker, but he did enjoy a nice wine to go with a meal on special occasions. He tasted the wine.

“Mmm…excellent selection.” He said pleasing me no end when he voiced his approval. The dinner had started out wonderfully. When I served him the food, he responded as if the taste of it sent him to nirvana. His eyes rolled to the back of his head and he let out a very gratifying moan.

“This is really exquisite!” He said as he chewed a bite of the juicy steak. It always pleased me when he enjoyed something I made for him, but watching him so thoroughly enjoy this special meal that I lovingly created for him was one of the greatest pleasures I had ever felt.

We had pleasant conversation throughout dinner, he told me stories about him in his youth that I always loved hearing, I told him about some of the more devilish stunts I pulled as a c***d of which I had never been caught. It was exhilarating being able to talk like this, one adult to another, instead of like a parent to a c***d. At one point during dinner we started holding hands and stayed that way until we finished. We gazed into each other’s eyes and I could tell my father was looking at me for the woman I was, not like his daughter. It was an incredible feeling to be looked at that way by him.

A nice song was playing on the radio, ’Can’t Fight This Feeling’ by REO Speedwagon, and I mentioned that this would be a wonderful song to dance to. He didn’t catch on to what I was implying at first so I had to be more direct. I told him it would make my evening if we could finish the meal with a dance. Finally he got the message and very gentlemanly asked me to dance, I happily accepted.

In the middle of the living room we swayed to the music, my father held me close and I joyfully reveled in the feeling. Our chests were pressed together, my head rested on his shoulder. I could feel his heart beating, in time it felt like mine and his were beating as one in tune with the music. I could feel the warmth he generated as we moved radiating off him and covering me like a cozy blanket, protecting me from any chill in the air. Thanks to the high heels I was wearing, my head could reach up to dance cheek to cheek with him. Then I moved my mouth closer to his, closer and closer and right when the song said:



“And I’m getting closer than I ever thought I might”



I pressed my lips up against his. I did so gently at first, as if by accident, and then I pushed in harder, exploring his mouth with my tongue. At first, he responded in kind and we kissed intensely as the song went on:



“Cause I can't fight this feeling anymore

I've forgotten what I started fighting for

And if I have to crawl upon the floor

Come crushing through your door

Baby, I can't fight this feeling anymore”



But then as if waking up from a spell, the music forgotten, his clarity of thought returned and he pushed away.

“Oh God, Julie, I’m sorry!" he said looking mortified. I laughed.

“What are you sorry about? I was the one who kissed you.” I placed my hand around his neck and tried to bring him closer so I could kiss him again, but he instantly pulled back.

“We can’t do this Julie.”

“But I want to, I love you.”

“Honey, you’re just confused. There is a great deal of love in our relationship, but you are seeing it as a different kind of love.” He said with concern.

“But daddy, I want our relationship to be this way. I know how lonely you are, I know what you had to sacrifice in being a full time single parent to three k**s. Isn’t it time for you to find some happiness? We could both find happiness.” I decided to take a risk and said, “I know you are attracted to me.” It wasn’t too big of a risk as since the time I had started to look more grown up, I had seen my father steal quick admiring glances at me that were anything but paternal, but I also saw how quickly those glances changed back to a father’s look and could almost see him reprimanding himself in his mind for what his physical nature reacted to. He didn’t deny it but it was still disheartening to hear what he said next.

“Julie, nothing can ever happen between us. Even if I wanted it too, it wouldn’t matter because what I want most is what’s best for you. Allowing myself to indulge in a romantic relationship with you, even out of pure love, would be wrong.” He reached out and took my hand. “All the happiness I need is to see you happy and with the person who is right for you.”

“But can’t you see what I’m saying? You are the right person for me, I want no one else.” It wasn’t until that moment that it hit me how certain I was that my father was the perfect man for me. I told him what I felt in my heart. “You are the only man, the only person, in my life who I could always depend on and who I knew would always be there for me. You are the only one I trust explicitly, the only one I know who loves me with all your heart, you are the one person that can fill this void inside me. I love you more and more every day. There is no one else and there could be no one else. I have no doubt about that.”

“Sweetie, you’re young, you will find someone else who you will feel that way about. It would be wrong if it was me.” He said and I was getting upset that he wouldn’t listen to me.

“Why should I go looking for someone else when I can all ready have what I want with you? Why is it wrong?” I asked.

“It’s wrong because it is genetically and culturally unacceptable and viewed as deviant in this society.”

“You were the one who brought me up to make up my own mind, not let my beliefs be determined by what society says.” I reminded him, “Now you’re letting society do that to you?”

“I may have brought my k**s up to be free thinkers, but I also taught you that you shouldn’t be contrary just for contrary’s sake, that it is ignorant and foolish to make decisions and form beliefs without knowing as much as possible, that there are times that knowledge will confirm society has the right way of things, and in this case it does.” He countered. This wasn’t going the way I had planned.

“How can society be right in this case? How can it hold sway over two people being in love? How can you adhere to what other people think when it keeps people who love each other apart?” I asked breaking into sobs.

“There are genetic dangers of i****tuous relationships.” He stated.

Before he could add more I immediately responded and asked, “Is genetic compatibility the main basis of two people being together, genetics and not love?”

“Of course not,” he answered, “but the danger needs to be taken into account, also the law.”

“The law? You never put stock in any law that tried to say Janine and her lover shouldn’t be together.” Janine had come out to dad during that visit when she told me she was seeing someone else. My father had understood about that, especially when Janine said she had found someone who she really loved, of course my father didn’t know that I had been one of her previous lovers. “You said you were happy if she was and damn anyone who said she couldn’t love who she chose!

“As for the genetics issue, there are ways that we could have a relationship and not have any biological c***dren, I’m on birth control and I can stay on it, that would drastically reduce the risk. If we both love each other, precautions were taken against having a c***d, and we all ready established the precedent that law shouldn’t factor into two people being in love, what’s stopping us?” I wanted him so badly to see my point of view and admit that he wanted what I wanted. But for the first time in my memory, my father acted stubborn and unreasonable.

He lifted his finger to me and said, “I am stopping us because I am still your father and sometimes I still know what is best. I love you Julie, more than you could possibly know, and because of that love I can not allow myself to do something that would hurt you like this. That’s the end of it!” He was in anguish, I could see it in his eyes, maybe partly because he was denying himself something he wanted, but I knew it was mostly because he was denying me and couldn’t stand to see how that pained me. He hated to do it, but he thought he was still doing the right thing. By hurting me now he thought he was preventing me from a worse hurt, but what he couldn’t comprehend was that turning me away was going to hurt me infinitely more.

Tears were streaming down my face as he cupped my chin in his hand and wiped one of my tear streaked cheeks with his thumb. “I’m so sorry, Baby, I love you and I would do anything for you, but I can’t do that.” He said choked up. Through my tears I began to make one last effort to state my case but he stopped me and told me that he was tired and was going to bed. He gave me a hug and told me he loved me one last time then turned his back on me and headed up the stairs.

It took me a few minutes to gather myself after he left. The dining room and kitchen needed to be cleaned up, but I only did a cursory job, leaving what I could for the morning. I felt completely drained and if I let my thoughts wander to the events that had just transpired, I would break down crying all over again.

In about ten minutes I had things in good enough order for the night. I barely remember going up to my room, I felt completely numb by that point. What I do remember is when I got to the bathroom and looked at myself in the mirror I almost shouted in alarm at the creature that greeted me. I was a fright, my make-up had run and smeared all over my face, my eyes and nose were red, my hair was a mess. I looked horrendous. Once I got over the initial shock the depression quickly returned and I felt ready to burst into tears again. I took off all my clothes except my panties and then scrubbed my face clean in the bathroom sink, washing off all the make-up and dried tears. I took my hair down and brushed it out some and then I put on my long white and pink night shirt that I normally wore to bed.

I went to my room, turned out the light, and crashed into bed curling up in a fetal position. I just wanted to forget this night ever happened. From down the hall I could hear the television on in my father’s room so I knew he wasn’t asleep yet. No matter how hard I tried not to think about it, the events of the night kept replaying in my mind. The more I thought about it the more foolish, ashamed, and miserable I felt. I tried so hard to shut out my thoughts, but they kept barraging me, over and over. I had ruined everything, I had alienated the only person I could ever rely on, and I was doomed to be utterly alone. For at least an hour I lay there being tortured by my own mind, it kept getting worse and I couldn’t stop it. I had long since started crying again, my face felt like it was burning, my stomach felt twisted in knots, and I thought I might lose my entire dinner. I felt like I was being smothered by my own thoughts, and the one message that clearly kept coming across was loneliness.

I finally couldn’t take it anymore. I got out of bed and warily made my way to my father’s room. I opened the door, he was in bed staring at the television but I could tell by the preoccupied look on his face his attention wasn’t on what was on the screen. He looked at me and was about to say something but before he could I put my hand out. “Please,” I begged blubbering through my tears, “please don’t turn me away daddy. I don’t care anymore if I can’t have you as a lover, I just want you as my daddy. I need you to hold me again tonight, please, I need that like I never have before. Just for tonight I need to be in your arms. That’s all I want now, I promise, I just don’t want to be alone, not tonight, please Daddy!” I was nearly hysterical as I made my plea.

My father threw back the covers on the bed and held out his arms to me. I ran into them crying like a baby. I got into bed and under the covers with him. He turned off the television leaving the room in total darkness. He then held me in his arms just like he did the night before. “Shhhhh…shhhh…Baby. Of course I wouldn’t turn you away…of course not.” He whispered softly into my ear as he stroked my hair. “You are my precious angel and I will always be here for you. I love you.” Over and over he repeated these words of solace, quieting my sobs, like a steady stream washing my woes away. Eventually I drifted off into a fitful sleep.

Sometime in the middle of the night I woke up. My father’s arms were still around me but he had stopped his gentle whispers. I cold tell by the