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sexual tension between us was finally coming to a boil.
    Before he came, I climbed off. He looked down at me as if I'd just shot him or called him a bad name, but he didn't complain when I took him into my mouth. One of my hands slid up and down his smooth, slick shaft as I kept the tip right in front of my mouth. I stared at him, loving the way his face contorted as he got closer and closer to coming.
    Then I felt the base of his cock twitch. I knew what was coming next. He grunted as I gave him one final, firm tug. I swallowed as much of his creamy seed as I could. When he was finally done shaking, I moved my hand away then leaned forward to lick him clean. When that was done, I curled up beside him for a moment.
    Neither of us talked. We didn't need to speak words to communicate. Both of us knew. After a few minutes, we went to clean up. I let him use the bathroom by himself first before going in. The line we had crossed was back in play – at least for the time being. We didn't mention it to each other, but we spent a lot of time together.
    That summer was the best ever. After that first time, we never fooled around again. Both of us got married within two years of our sexual encounter. What was strange was that we were closer than ever before. We weren't really brother and sister, but I felt as if we were for the first time in my life. I loved him. He loved me. And that was all that mattered to either of us.
     

Special Summer

 
     
     
    Cass
     
     
     
    The road stretched out in front of me. I glanced in the rear view mirror quickly then turned to my right.
    “Thanks again for inviting me,” Missy said.
    “No problem. If you didn’t come along, I’d probably be bored all week.”
    “Your family really does this every summer?”
    “Yep. Well, for five years straight now. Ever since my mom married Mark.”
    “Must be nice to be rich.”
    “I don’t know. He can be a pain in the ass. Rich people aren’t all they’re cracked up to be.”
    “Whatever,” she said, turning to look out the passenger window.
    We both got quiet for a mile or two. The further we got away from New York, the more everything seemed alien to me.
    “If you didn’t come along, I would probably be depressed all week,” I said, breaking the silence.
    “Thomas? Still?”
    “I loved him, Missy.”
    “I know, but he cheated on you. He’s the worst kind of dog.”
    “But we had four good years together…”
    “Did you? Really? I remember a lot of fights and crying.”
    “Anyway, with you here, I’m going to get out and have some fun in the sun.”
    “Part-A,” she cried, sticking her hands out the window.
    “No hitting on my stepbrother, okay?”
    “What’s his deal anyway?” she asked, pulling her hands back in the car.
    “What do you mean?”
    “He’s gotten a bit nuts.”
    “Well, you go halfway around the world to fight a war and see how you do.”
    “Is he crazy now? That PTDS or whatever?”
    “It’s PTSD. And, yes, he has it.”
    “He’s not going to wig out and kill us all, is he?”
    “Missy!” I shot her a nasty look.
    She leaned way back in her seat and closed her eyes. My thoughts drifted from her to Gunner, my stepbrother. His given name was George, but when he came back from Iraq, he asked everyone to call him Gunner. Before he left, we’d been close. Our relationship changed. I hated it, but I gave him his space.
    I continued down the road, underneath a canopy of green. The sun poked through every now and then, almost hypnotizing me. After a familiar bend in the road, I saw the Easy Breeze sign in front of the ice cream shop. We were close, but I let Missy sleep.
    Our destination was about a mile away – right on the edge of Lake Carmel. Mark had bought the two story cabin as a place to get away with the family or on his own. Not many people were able to afford such a piece of prime real estate. A lot of old money families lived in the hamlet.
    “Missy, wake up. We’re