er fragrance and trail a line of kisses from the lips on her face to the lips between her legs. I would linger there teasing her, taking her to the edge of orgasm then stopping to let her calm down so I could begin to build excitement within her again.

Some times she would take me into her mouth. Gently she would take me into her hands and lower herself to my navel. and she would tease me as had I teased her, easing my head between her lips, darting her toungue around the tip and down the sides.  The things I had to force myself to think about to avoid coming. 

After an hour or two of playful teasing we would move to the main event. I would rise over her and she would pull me close. And I would enter her gently. Short thrusts at first then soon longer and with greater urgency. I would stop short of coming, calm myself down then start again. This would go on and on until I was sure Andie had enjoyed at least five or six climaxes. Then when I was sure I had satisfied her. I would thrust myself deep into her, deeper and deeper until I could hold back no longer.

One weekend I came home to find Andie sitting on my doorstep.

"What are you doing here?"

She picked up her overnight bag and said, "They had changed my schedule at work so I have Fridays off."  From then on she would make the drive, stay over till sunday morning and drive back then.

So that became our new routine. Each friday she would come and each saturday I would make her come.   It was heaven.

I thought of her often during the week.  Then on the weekends I would come up with some new twist to add to our love-making. One weekend I had her get undressed on friday night, I locked away her clothes until sunday morning. I was expecting no company so it was okay for her to remain naked all day long. Just thinking about seeing her move about the apartment naked still takes my breath away. 

Then we ventured into the realm of bondage. It started with my taking her from behind and her laying over the edge of the bed. I took her wrists and held them together as I thrusted into her. The look on her face was rapturous. 

Next time I laid a short length of thick, soft rope on the bed. I put her in position then after I entered her I took her wrists and tied them together.   I loved the way she put up no resistance as I tied her up. Then she strained to get free as I entered her and she continued to strain until we both came.

Some times I would tie her spread-eagled to the four corner posts on the bed and leave her there all day, returning to check on her and occassionally tickling her until we made love.

But then, at the hieght of our relationship, she came to spend her two-week vacation with me.   Each night  I did whatever it took to make her come.   By the fourth night I began to worry.

"Do you think you will ever get tired of me?" I wanted to ask. But I could never work-up the nerve. What if she said she was already tired of me? What if she said, "Now that you mention it, it is wrong for a brother and sister to carry on like this."

So I pushed those thoughts away and concentrated on finding new ways to please her.

On the day she packed to leave  I saw a commercial on tv. It was a three-tiered wedding cake. The camera zoomed in on the little man and woman on top of the cake. The woman looked something like Andie but the man looked nothing like me. ...nothing like me... nothing like me... That image forced me to cross a mental barrier.

After we loaded her up she reached for me and we hugged. I squeezed her tight... and she squeezed back, then giggled. "I'll be back next week end. You hug me like I'm going away."

I stumbled for words. "I... just... love... you, that's all."

She smiled that million-dollar smile and kissed me once more. "Well, you better."

And with that she was gone.

And with that I knew there was only one thing I could do... Had to do. And I knew it would be the hardest thing I had ever done in my life.

His name was Warren. Even just thinking of him filled me with guilt. He worked in my division and I knew him to be a good guy. Quick-witted. generous with his time, always willing to help in a pinch.

Four years ago he lost his wife to cancer. They say he sat by her side day and night and he was with her when she died. He was a good man. When he came back to work I could see the toll her death had taken on him. For months he was withdrawn, for months he was introspective. Still he did what he could to help round the office. Some days he was actually consoling us, telling us not to feel badly. Then he became his old self again... but still I could se the void his wife left in his heart. 

I asked him if he wanted to meet my sister.

"Danger, danger! Desperate sister on the loose." he said faking panic.

"No, no it's not like that." I showed him a snapshot of Andie, the one with her eyes especially bright and her dimples especially deep.

Warren held his breath as he took in her image.

"My God, she is beautiful... Are you sure you two are related?"

I let him look closely at the picture. "Very funny... Listen, she's not dating anyone and I think you two would be good together." I tried to ignore the pain growing in my heart as I spoke. "Besides, you are one of the few guys I can trust to treat her right."

He handed me back the picture. Part of me wanted him to say "Forget it, I'll get my own dates."  Instead he said...

"Well, Devin, let me think about it... Okay I thought about it, When can I meet her?"

I wanted to say "Oh, as soon as hell freezes over." but instead I said. "Stop by my place Saturday afternoon."

"You think she'll like me?"

I hoped she wouldn't... "Sure she will." I forced myself to say.

That friday I came home and Andie was already there. She was in fact already naked when I walked in.  She kissed me and grabbed me tight.

"Tough day, Mr. Devin?"

"You have no idea?"  I eased away from her.  "Maybe you should get dressed."  I said as I put my coat away.

"What?" she jerked back. "Funny, that sounded just like you said I should get dressed."

"Well...it's ... ah..."

She cut me off by grabbing my hand and dragging me toward the bedroom.

"You really did have a tough day... One good fucking should fix all that."

And she was right.

Afterwards we lay side by side, exhausted.  I turned to face her.

"Why haven't you dated anyone?"

"Been reading your psychology textbooks again?" she asked.

"No, just wondering. I can only think of one date, maybe two you went on back in high school. I know guys find you irresistable."

"I dunno... well, you know both of those guys reminded me of that guy that followed me home from school that time... Remember him?"

I had to search my memory for a moment. "Oh yeah!" I remembered then. Funny the things you can forget about.

This nut, older guy, drunk I think, followed Andie all the way home from school. I was already home and I heard him yelling for her to show him a good time. She ran into the house, scared to death. He came up on the porch and pounded on the door. I went outside and pushed him off the porch. I went back inside to get a baseball bat and when I returned he was staggering away. We never saw him again.

"He could have beat you to a pulp, but you protected me." Andie said sitting up under the covers. She reached over and kissed me again. " I think I started to love you that very moment."

I lay there stunned. Now, for the first time I really understood her.

The next day at two o'clock there was knock at the door.

I let Warren in. I could see he was nervous.  I told him to have a seat and try to remember to breathe. He laughed as he sat down.  Then Andie entered the room and Warren stood back up. His eyes about to fall out of his head.

Andie looked him over then back at me.

"Andie, this is Warren Caffler. Good friend of mine... and Warrren this is Andie."

She made a slight face, like she had sized him up and found him lacking.

"Good to meet you, Mr. Caffler, Devin can I see YOU for a moment."  She strode away.

Warren sank into the chair, lost.  I held up my fingers... "Don't read too much into that, she has her ways..."

The way she said "YOU" sent a chill into my soul... but this was for the best.  I went in the bedroom and Andie closed the door behind me.

"What are you up to?"

"Who me?" I wanted to lighten the moment.

"Do you want your good friend to hear you scream out in pain?" She put her hands around my throat.

"Careful, remember you love me." I said and she eased her hands down.

"So why is he here?"  There was hurt in her eyes. "I don't need...
I don't need him..."

I took a deep breath. "I think you do... and I think you know that too."

She backed away from me.. her face unreadable. She turned and walked back to Warren.

He brightened as she entered the room.

They talked...

And they talked...

And hours later they were still taking.

In the following weeks they saw more and more of each other. Andie and I saw each other less and less.

We still made love a few times, but not so frenzied and not so often.

And then she told me Warren wanted to marry her. I wanted to scream. The pain of losing her was that deep. I gave her a hug.

"I'm really happy for you," I lied. And part of me was sure she knew I was lying.

On the wedding day I had the "honor" of giving her away.  My feet felt encased in lead as I escorted her down that long, long aisle.

Warren stood there looking happier than I could ever remember seeing him. Andie was radiant as all brides to be should be but I wanted to believe part of her heart was aching too.

I watched the ceremony through a haze of pain and when the Reverend asked if anyone had reason why this man and this woman should not be wed. I had to clamp tight my jaws to keep silent.  When she said "I do" and when he said "I do" and when they kissed, I had to fight to contain myself.  After the kiss Andie looked at me. Her eyes saw right into the depths of my pain. She gave me a tiny smile.

We did not see each other for six months.

Six long months. I thought of her often and each time I reminded myself it was all for the best.

Then one friday I came home to find Andie sitting at my doorstep.
She ran into my arms.

"What's wrong?" I asked. She began sobbing.
 We went inside.

"Warren wants us to have children." She looked at me as if I already understood... I did not.

"And I want my first baby to be yours."

It was as if the floor had fallen out from under me. That was what I wanted too. But I pulled myself out of her arms.

She looked alluringly after me. "Next time, you'll have to do it harder so I can have a baby."

There was that funny way of thinking she had. I shook my head.

"You know that can't be..."

"Devin, those stories about brother, sister offspring being deformed or messed up are just... myths... Our child will be so special-"

"And what will he call me? Uncle-Daddy? What about your husband?  He doesn't know about us.  Would he understand?  Would he think our child is so... special?"

Her face flushed with anger.  "That will be his problem."

"No, that will be all of our problem!" With that I grabbed her by thae arm and dragged her to the door.

She stopped me and stood her ground. "I know what I want."

"Well you can't have it!  What we had... what we have is very very special... But it's a GREAT...BIG...DEAD...END!  Where could we have gone with it?  We couldn't marry and kids?  Kids would be out of the question!" I hoped she was seeing it my way.

"So that's why you put me off on Warren?"

"I put you off with Warren... for your own good. Can't you see that?"

"It's not what I wanted but I thought you needed me to be happy."

"I did and I do... Now get out of here and go be with your husband!" I pushed her out the door, slammed it shut and ran to the couch. After a while, a long while, I heard her drive away.

I wanted to die.

I wanted to die.

I wanted to die.

But, I realized I wouldn't die. I realized Andie would be back, maybe not this week or the next or the one after that, but she would be back... and I knew I could not resist her...I love her so.
I loved the feel of her, the presence of her, the smell of her, the love of her...

I knew she would be back and a child betwen us would be the end of everything.

I picked up the phone book and leafed through page after page until I found what I needed.

I dailed the number.

"Hello my name is Devin Woodman... I'd like to schedule a vasectomy... Yes, yes... Thanks, I'll hold...


The End