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Laura
I sat up with a start, suddenly awake. I immediately felt for Tommy, but he wasn’t there. I knew what was happening and I had to help in whatever way I could. I jumped out of bed ignoring my nudity and rushed to the door. I pulled it open and rushed onto the landing, straight into a worried-looking Tommy. As he pulled me to him, I could feel the cold clamminess of the sweat on me and I felt filthy. It was only really as my foot rebelled at me trying to run on it, that it fully sunk in that it had all been a dream.
“Whoa, there! Are you okay?” he asked. Tommy gathered me into his arms just as my foot gave up.
“Oh, thank god, yes. Yes, I am. It was just a dream.”
“Want to tell me about it?” he asked, sitting down on the edge of the bed.
When I had finished telling him, he looked at me for a moment.
“Mum and dad were there?” I nodded. “And they approved?”
“It was just a dream, Tommy, but they nodded to me and kissed each other, before going. I know they would want us to be happy. I think it was my subconscious telling me not to worry.
“Who were the seven? Who were the other two?”
“Diane and James, Tina and Luke and Kazumi were five. They really don’t come as a surprise as they have supported us without question. The other two of the seven were Bev and John." The two that appeared after mum and dad were my best friends.
“Bev and John were probably because of the ‘not exactly vanilla’ comment by Tina. Funny how your friends appeared where mum and dad were. They are a vestige of our life before, like mum and dad.”
“Yes, that’s probably a good thought. Do you think we could invite Kazumi round for dinner again?”
“Of course. Pervert? Do you want to show off in front of her again?”
He deserved the slap, “I want to have a chat with her about us and everything that’s happened and hopefully sooner rather than later.”
“Sure, any reason for Kazumi or the rush?”
“Although the others have been supportive, it’s Kazumi that was brought up with the 'who' not being as important as the love. She may have more thoughts on how to talk to people about this.
“Also, if Tina sees me, I’m sure she will know. She sussed us as brother and sister, and I wouldn’t be able to lie to her. So, after speaking with Kazumi, I’d like to get the others around and talk to them and let the dice land where they will.”
“The more that know, the more likelihood of it becoming public knowledge. Are you comfortable with that and the possible consequences?”
I whispered into his ear, “We’ll just have to be careful no one gets hard evidence.”
“What about your friends?” I smiled and chuckled to myself, Tommy had his serious head on now.
“I don’t know, Tommy. What about people at your work? Hopefully, we can get some ideas from talking to Kazumi. Maybe the others when we talk to them.”
Tommy twisted and sat me on the bed; he got up and walked toward the bathroom.
“What about the end of the dream, what was that all about?” He asked, looking over his shoulder.
Tommy
As Laura had run into me, I noticed her pull up her foot and wince. As we sat talking about her dream, I tried to look at her foot and she seemed to be holding it out a little. The last part of her dream felt like it would need some more in-depth talking. I could tell all of this had Laura on edge. Her quip about hard evidence told me she was trying to find a way to lighten the mood.
I wasn’t going to mention it directly, but she had obviously been sweating in her sleep and was clammy when she ran into me. She often called me stinky, but she said it in jest. Asking her about the end of her dream seemed the right point to stop and give her some time to think. I went to the bathroom and gathered some items as I asked.
“Foot up,” I said when I returned.
Laura complied and I put a towel under it and started to remove the bandage.
“The bandage has stayed in place this time.”
“Huh?”
“Last night, it had ridden up your leg.”
Laura’s other foot was fine, and she pushed me back with it, laughing, “The difference is you don’t need an excuse to gaze upon my divine beauty with your nudity rules.”
Smiling, I put the bandage to the side and peeled off the dressing. I was worried it would be weeping the way she had pulled up; it seemed fine.
“Let’s get you in the shower,” I said, as I scooped her up. “Grab that.”
“Why?”
“Then you can support yourself while I clean you.”
I sat her on the loo, and she pulled me in and kissed me, “Thank you, Tommy.”
“Told you, when I need it, you’re going to have to carry me about. I’ll give you a second.”
I turned the shower on a little to start the hot water flow and then left her to do what she needed to. In the meantime, I ran downstairs and turned off the cooker rings and grabbed a fresh dressing. As I walked back into the bathroom Laura was trying to get into the shower and it was a disaster waiting to happen. She had her bad foot hovering in the air, her crutch in the bath and her good foot on the floor.
“Back off, I can do this!” she told me, as I entered.
I put the dressing on the side and hovered waiting for it to all go south. I couldn’t hold back and after a minute of watching her struggle. My pig-headed sister had stubbornly refused to admit she had approached it wrong.
“Take your crutch out.”
“It’s already out, pervert.”
“Crutch not crotch,” I sighed.
Laura sniggered as she took it out of the bath. “Next?” she asked.
“Sit your arse on the edge of the bath and swing your legs in first.”
As she slowly stood with her crutch in front of her, I glanced in the mirror and could see she was grinning. As soon as she had taken a step, I moved to the end of the bath and climbed in. I stepped up behind her and put an arm around her waist, kissed her ear and then reached past her to get the showerhead. Slowly, starting with her hair I began to wash Laura from top to tail. I must admit to getting a bit carried away about halfway down but got my focus back thanks to Laura’s encouraging words.
As I started to rinse her hair through ready to wash it, I asked, “Any thoughts?”
“About?”
“Any of it, all of it, really I was thinking about the end part.”
“Hopes, dreams, wishful thinking? I don’t really know.”
“Imagine, just for a minute, it was all real. What do you think you would mean by ‘Tommy’s mine’? Would I be your property, a chattel to do with as you please?”
“No, no. Nothing like that. It would mean that you have said you are mine, that you have committed to me. I think my sub-conscious took your thing with the ring and read it as you doing that. If I had accepted, I would be saying I was yours too. It’s hard to explain, but we would be honest, open and loyal. Within certain circles, we would put each other before others. All this is part of loving one another. By offering ourselves to each other it is a promise to carry on loving, but more to fight to protect that love. To protect each other, to make sure we are the centre of our worlds. What about you?”
“Not far off what you have said. If I was your man it would not be in an ownership capacity or even any sort of submissive-cum-dominant relationship. Being honest and open would not necessarily mean burdening you with all my worries and concerns; you don’t need to know about all of my work issues. What did you mean by certain circles?”
“Pretty much when you are with me... he... ooh-that’s-good,” I had finished her hair and was rubbing the gel into her shoulders and upper arms. “I could not expect you to put me before people at your office when you are working. Maybe if there is an emergency but otherwise, that’s a world I don’t really have a position in. Does that make sense?”
“Yes, I think I get it. Where do you see us now?”
“If we went through this but with mum and dad still alive, I think it would be more like Kazumi said. We would each have partners, but those would have to accept us as a pair. Oh, shit Tommy, stop teasing me!” I was cleaning her boobs now, with special attention to her nipples.
I snorted, “Do you honestly think you could have a man accept me as part of the package? A brother is one thing, but as close as we’ve become, even without the benefits? I can’t see any man being happy about that.”
“Ha! That’s you. You wouldn’t be happy; you wouldn’t tolerate it. God help any man that tries to take me from you.”
“Okay, flip it around. Look at that girlfriend I had.” Laura looked at me questioningly.
“The one that suggested I marry you, in so many words. So, it’s not a 'me thing' or even a dick thing. Can you say you would be happy about me being with someone else? Do you think they would be happy with our closeness, even ignoring the sex?”
“Tommy, the heart has an infinite capacity for love. I have always loved you, in different ways, but always in one way at least. That didn’t stop me loving mum and dad or my friends. It didn’t stop me falling in love with him.”
Laura
I took hold of Tommy’s hands, which were washing my belly and lower back, before continuing, “I still hold a little love for him. Shhhh. I hate what he did, how things changed, but I can’t deny I loved him. The love I still hold for him is love for the spectre of our relationship before we were married.”
“How can you do that? You know I hold only hatred for him, for every single second of pain and anguish, he caused you. That was before mum and dad’s last visit, imagine the fury in me now.”
All this time, I knew I had these feelings, I could not explain them and was confused that I had. Suddenly, in that moment, it became perfectly clear.
“The physical heart has two chambers. The emotional one is no different, one chamber for love, one for hate. Unlike the physical one, if we need more room for love or hate, our emotional heart grows. Unlike the physical one, we can have a complete mix of love groups. Theoretically, we have an infinite capacity for both.”
“Yes, sorry, I’ve got a penis…” he started.
I reached behind and took hold of it, “Yes, my dear, I am well aware,” I said giggling, “and you use it to mark your territory. Yes, I’m your territory, I don’t need any more marking… for the moment, anyway. It doesn’t stop you using your emotional heart, though.
“Back to your question. If you found a man and he accepted I was the major person in your life, I would be willing to at least talk about it. If I liked him, I might accept him having a little of your time. If we got closer than liked, I might accept sharing time with you both.”
“But…” I just burst out laughing at Tommy’s objection.
“Oh, my sweet brother, you are so easy to play at times. Oh, you fucker!”
Tommy had resumed cleaning me. I had noticed where he was and was enjoying his gentle ministrations, both front and back. I could feel the tingling that was building, it was soft, with no urgency. It was a tingle that felt good but did not need to be taken further, it could stay at this level, it could drop off and leave me feeling warm. It would need to be finished at some point; Tommy could do that later.
When I laughed at him, I felt more pressure, then when I told him I was playing him, he thrust fingers into me, front and back. As my legs buckled, it felt like I was driving myself further onto him. Then he stopped, pulling his fingers out and holding onto me.
“Sorry, my sweet, I thought someone was laughing at me,” he whispered.
I had to laugh again, “You really are a fucker.” He laughed with me this time.
I caught my breath and continued, “Anyway, irrespective of your interest that way, the example stands.”
I knew I was playing with fire and Tommy had squatted to do my legs. He prodded at my pussy and when I looked down at him, we just grinned at each other.
“Think of a pride of lions or pack of wolves, they have their alpha male, who has an alpha female. She accepts other females just so long as they know their place. Other males are allowed to join, under the same principle.”
“Yes, but that’s animals,” he said. “All that alpha bullshit doesn’t apply to humans, not in the same way. Animals have a territory and the alpha is the leader of the pack there. Humans don’t have a fixed territory in that sense. There is work, home, social situations, etc. When we walk into different territories, we don’t expect the alpha to screw the females. If John had tried to fuck you when we went over to the welcome party, Bev would have been a widow.”
“Yes,” I replied, “and I would have helped you. There is a difference. Animals have packs or prides within a territory. Humans have physical territory, home for example, but also emotional territory. John trying to screw me would not be him taking his right as an Alpha, more like him invading your territory. So, the fight would not have been about alpha-ness, but a territorial dispute.”
“So how does your pack example work then?”
“We can think on multiple levels, yes, even you with your penis. The house is our territory, with no one else having a say. At work, your office is your territory, but it is within Horace’s territory and his is within his boss’. At work you have your pack, Kazumi is one of your betas, you don’t have an alpha female as society doesn’t work like that. But your pack is a subordinate part of Horace’s.
“At the photoshoot, I joined Terry’s pack for the work, but always remained your territory. Even on that date, I was your territory. Again, any fight, the one that nearly happened on the beach, was about territory, not alpha-ness.
“At home, the house and gardens are our territory and within that, we become a pack. My alpha male and your alpha female. Anyone wanting to join our pack does so under our conditions. I know your rule would be no dick in me other than yours, it’s fine, because that would be my rule too. I cannot see any man joining us in that way under those conditions, but, hey, never say never.”
Tommy
We both laughed at that.
“I think we have established that you think I am your territory.” Laura reached between my legs and took hold of my dick, before continuing, “But what of this?”
I was confused now. She had made all the noises about being mine and me hers and then she changed it around to, ‘I think’. When we first went all the way, she had told me to make me hers by cumming inside, but also to give myself to her. I had finished rinsing her off and helped her out of the bath and wrapped her in a towel.
“What of it? For the last year, you’ve used it; it has been your toy,” Laura’s chin dropped, and her grip loosened.
“Ah-ah,” I said, as I lifted her chin and put my hand around hers. “I never complained, I told you I was okay with it and eventually I became active. One thing, I have always enjoyed it.
“Here’s the issue,” A worried look passed over Laura’s face, “You obviously think on many levels, where I am quite one dimensional. Your love and hate example tells me that. So, tell me what you think. What of it?”
At first, she locked eyes with me, “Okay, before I start, you are not one dimensional. You are one of the most emotionally intelligent people I have known. I told you that before, so stop with that bullshit. I’m happy to explain my thoughts without you demeaning yourself.”
After her initial outburst, she lost her eye contact, “Now when we first went all the way, that beautiful night in La Gomera, I asked you to make me yours.” She finally looked me in the eye, but there was a confused, questioning look as she continued, “I also asked you to give yourself to me. Don’t you remember?”
“I do,” I replied with a smile.
A sudden steel filled her eyes, a semi-playful slap landed on my chest, “I meant what I said.”
“I meant what I did.”
“Tommy, I’ve known I’ve been yours since you saved me. It’s not because you saved me, I think we have been each other’s for life, at least one way or other. After last year, I think last week was inevitable.”
“We’re stuck, aren’t we? If we were not related it would be easy,” Laura nodded.
I had finished drying her and as she sat on the toilet, I checked out her foot and it looked to be improving day by day. I applied the new dressing and wrapped her towel around her.
After we had cleaned our teeth, Laura asked, “Help me to the dresser, please?” As she picked up her brush and hairdryer she turned and said, “Give Kazumi a call and finish breakfast, I’ll be down in a bit.”
I am a good brother; I did as I was told.
“Tommy-s…” she caught herself, “kun. Welcome home, how is Laura, how are you, did you have a good holiday, did Laura take lots of pictures?”
What is it with the women in my life, they seem to struggle to take a breath when talking? So, I was chuckling to myself when I said, “Why don’t you come around and see for yourself?”
“I’d love to! When would be good?”
“We were rather hoping sooner rather than later, would you be able to make it for dinner today? I know it’s short notice…”
She cut me short, “No, it’s fine. I was going to pop to the shops, but nothing that can’t wait.”
“Excellent. We’re not going anywhere, got the laundry to do and a little catching up with life. Laura will possibly want to start going through her pictures. Both the formal and informal. When you’re ready, stick your car on the drive and come in the side door, I’ll make sure it’s unlocked.” As I was saying this, I unlocked the side door, knowing what my brain was like at times.
“Hai. Arigato, sayōnara.”
And with that, we ended the call and I got on with breakfast. I was about to go to help Laura down the stairs when I heard clicking on the floor. I looked around and she was grinning at me. I pulled out her chair and pushed it in behind her. As she sat, Laura put a bag on the table.
“My brush and some hairbands, if you don’t mind,” I shook my head. “And my bandage.”
“Breakfast first.”
I served her a mushroom and pepper omelette, tea and juice. I had sausage, egg, beans, mushrooms and peppers, coffee and also juice. There was a rack of toast in the middle of the table. I told her that Kazumi seemed excited to be joining us for dinner and would be around sometime later.
Over breakfast, as if by mutual consent, we talked about what needed doing. Laura did want to start working on her pictures so she could submit them to Tel sometime the following week. Laundry would need doing and I said I’d run a duster and vacuum through the house over the weekend.
Laura
After breakfast, Tommy went up to get the first batch of laundry. While he was sorting that out, I cleared the table. A few hopping steps from the table to the sink was easy enough, though my towel kept slipping off. In the end, I gave up and only when everything was clear did, I put my towel back around me. I had just started the washing up when Tommy came in with the dirty clothes. I growled at him when he tried to stop me washing up, he laughed and just picked up the tea towel and dried and put away.
When we were done, he disappeared to get my laptop and camera, which I heard him putting in the living room. I refilled the kettle and put it on to boil and prepared our cups for another drink. Then I pulled the chairs out so that he could do my hair.
I asked him to rebandage my foot before he did anything more. Sitting there with my leg resting on his, I saw my towel fall open a little and the way he paused and looked up at me told me he had seen my lack of underwear. I don’t know what I was turning into, but just his hands on my foot and knowing I was flashing him, started to turn me on. When he was done, he slid his hand up the back of my calf as he lifted my foot by the heel. A quick kiss on the tip of my big toe and he lowered it to the ground.
“Tommy?”
“Laura?”
“Do you have a thing for feet?”
He thought for a second, “Not specifically. Your feet are part of you and so I love them as much as every other part of you.”
I felt a little shudder go through me. The way he said these sorts of things sent a warm feeling right through me.
“Now, if you want your hair done, spin around.”
It wasn’t quite as simple as that; I had to stand and then resit. I felt the cold wood on my bum, but before I could sit up and push my towel under, Tommy had moved his chair in behind me. When I sat up, I found his chair had trapped the towel against mine and it just tugged at the knot holding it. I sighed and didn’t worry anymore as I felt his fingers on my head and running through my hair.
It was the same as other times, but different just like every other time was. He would move from massaging my head to teasing the knots out of my hair. Then I would feel his hands on my shoulders, massaging them. He timed it with my breathing, as I exhaled, he would push and squeeze. Slowly he moved to my neck where he put his hands all the way around and pushed up, giving my neck a little stretch at the end. He repeated this several times and then I lay my head back on his shoulder. He then ran his hands alternately up my throat, under my chin and off. Then his fingers went up the side of my face and into my hair again, where he repeated the process.
By the end of the second round, I could hear my breathing getting more ragged, I could feel the moisture between my legs and the familiar tingle. All of these things remained at a constant like Tommy had got me to a level of arousal and was holding me there. But all he was doing was plaiting my hair as he had for nearly fifteen years. Given the new place weTo continue reading this story you must be a member. Join for FREE here.
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