This is a work of fiction. All people are over 18. I would like to thank GrandTeton of his editing and guidance. This chapter is rewritten.

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James stood in the entrance way, staring at the letter in his hand. His red eyes gave way to the tears that he had tried to hold back for the weeks since his parents had died. He turned on his heel and headed to the dining room. He slumped into the closest chair and let loose the flood gates.

James jumped as a soft hand touched his shoulder. Turning his head he saw Claire, his oldest sister, standing behind him. Her sad smile and red puffy eyes looked back at him. He was 18 years old, with light brown hair, and blue eyes. She asked: "Well, what now?"

"Mr. Hardwick, our lawyer, said that we have to sell this house, but that we can keep the place in Montana."

"Montana? What place in Montana?"

"Not a clue. But at least we have some place to go."

Claire turned and sat in the chair next to him.

"How long do we have?"

"Two weeks. Then we have to be out."

"Fuck! That's not nearly long enough! We have so much to do. What are we going to do with everything?"

"I don't know. He said that we can do what we want with the furniture. The sale of the house should be enough to pay off the bills. And have a bit left over. If we are lucky."

"Cindy and Melody won't be happy about this."

"Nobody is going to be happy. But we all have to do what we can."

Claire got up and kissed his head, then wandered off. James left the letter on the table as he, too, retreated to his room. He sat down on the bed and looked around. 'Not much left to sell,' he thought to himself. He had already sold off a good bit of stuff just to be able to put food on the table and pay for utilities. He got up and decided to sort his clothes; he would need warmer things for the border state.

James was not sure how long he had been working when Melody came in and sat on his bed. She reached out and tugged his shirt, startling him.

"Sorry about that James. I read the letter and just can't seem to... Well, I just cannot believe that on top of everything, that we have to move in two weeks."

"I know, it just seems so surreal."

"Do you know where in Montana?"

"I didn't read quite that far."

"I did, and looked it up on mapquest."

"Well?"

"Fairly close to Saint Mary, on Road to the Sun; that's just off of Going-to-the-Sun Road."

"Where the fuck is that?"

"BFE!"

"Shiiiit!" James said shaking his head.

Melody stood up and walked over to James. She bent over and kissed his lips ever so lightly. She then left him to his work.

James spent a good bit of time in his room, then came downstairs in time to see Claire setting the table. She looked over at him and said: "Cindy is making dinner and should be done in a bit."

"Cool." He didn't realize that he was hungry till she said that. "Need any help, Cindy?"

"No James, I'm good. Be just a few," she yelled back.

James started to sit when the doorbell rang. Melody called out that she got it. Mr. Hardwick came into the dining room just a few seconds later.

Mr. Bartholomew K. Hardwick was an older man. He had known the Cromwell's for years, and the children all their lives. He was not what you would call a friend. He was a lawyer after all, and did what lawyers do.

He was mad with himself, and being so, a bit distracted. However, he was going to do his best for these kids. He owned them that much.

"Oh, I'm sorry to interrupt your dinner."

"No problem, Mr. Hardwick," James said, offering him his hand. "What can we do for you?"

"Well, I have some paperwork that needs to be signed, and some keys."

Cindy came in with food and set it on the table. "What keys?"

"Well, they are for the property in Wyoming."

"Wyoming? I thought it was Montana?"

"Sorry, you are correct, my apologies," he chuckled.

"Oh Okay, kinda confused me there for a moment," James laughed.

Mr. Hardwick reached into his pocket and pulled out a fairly good sized key ring with lots of keys. Melody took them before James could even move, and started to look them over.

Mr. Hardwick then pulled an envelope from his breast pocket. Melody snagged that as well. He looked back at the keys and then the envelope. He only knew what the directions he had received said. "Give the envelope and keys to the children in the event of their parents' deaths."

"That's the directions and the information that you will need for the utilities, schools, government offices and others."

"Sweet!" Claire squeaked. "I do have a question though."

"Yes?"

"Can we sell the place in Montana and keep our home?"

"The ranch is protected from sale under a condition from the Department of Indian Affairs. It can only be passed on to family members."

Mr. Hardwick then opened his briefcase and pulled out more paperwork. He flipped through the pages until he found the ones that needed signatures.

"This paperwork signs the ranch over to you folks. I need all four of your signatures next to the yellow tabs." He handed them a pen.

"Mr. Hardwick? What about the sale of the house?" Claire asked.

" Well... I believe we can get a good price. It should pay off all your parents' debts, with some left over for yourselves, if we are lucky. I will have an estate agent list it, but it may take a while to sell."

"What's going on with the investments?" Melody asked.

"Well, as you know, your trust funds will pay out on each of your 21st birthdays. I know they won't be a lot, since your parents started them with only fifty dollars. And they could only afford that and sometimes less every month. The stocks, well... some were bogus. Make believe. I'm afraid those are a bust with no chance to recover the monies. Some I have transferred into your names already; however, those will take time to sell. I am still working on the rest; I'm not sure how long that will take. The sale of the stocks will not be enough to pay off the bills either, I'm sorry."

Claire then asked about his family and made more small talk. After turning down an invitation to dinner, he left.

The siblings ate and had cleaned up the dishes before they all decided to watch tv. James sat down in the middle of the couch. Claire plopped down on his right and Melody on his left. Cindy sat on the floor in front of him and leaned back between his legs.

While they sat there, Melody curled up around his arm. As he looked at the top of her head, Claire laid her head in his lap. Cindy slid down his leg and used his foot as her pillow. James was stuck, and unable to move, quickly became uncomfortable. He sucked it up and just let them pin him in. He must have been tired since he fell asleep sometime after the news started.

James awoke to the sight of Melody's ass in his face. Pushing himself up, he noticed that all of them were out cold in a ball on the couch. He didn't want to move but needed to use the bathroom. Extracting himself without waking them was no easy task. He failed miserably by waking everyone. They all filed into the bathrooms and were soon off to their own rooms. Sometime during the night James ended up with all three of his sisters sleeping in his bed. He laid precariously on the edge. He found all this out when he fell to the floor.

"James, are you alright?" Cindy inquired.

"Yeah," he said, rubbing his hip. Standing up, he looked at the time. 7:15 a.m. Looking back at the bed, James noticed just how beautiful his sisters actually were.

Claire was 20, hard to say what color hair she had. It resembles brunette, but she has some natural blonde, auburn and black. She never dyed it. It was just all natural. She was a bit shorter than James' 5'10". So, maybe 5'8ish. And maybe 119 lbs. Powder blue eyes to die for.'Oh my god' he loved her eyes. She had maybe a C cup and a firm bottom. She laid on the right side of the bed.

Cindy was in the middle, Melody was on the right. They were 19 years old, twins, and yes, they were identical. Except for their eyes. Cindy has a blue eye on her left, whereas Melody has a blue on her right. Cindy's right eye is brown and Melody has a green on her left. Both have blonde hair and are 5'6. James was not really sure of anybody's weight, but thought that if they were soaking wet, about 100lbs. Both were B cup size. Cindy was lying on her side and Melody was on her stomach.

James could have stayed there, but he had to drain the lizard. Once in front of the commode and trying to aim his stiff flagpole downward, Melody came in, and just stood there in her purple nightie. Staring right at his hard wood. Eyes as wide as they could get and mouth open. She tried to say something and failed. Closed her mouth and bit her upper lip. Failed to say something again and left.

Upon entering the kitchen, James saw all three of his sisters prancing around looking for whatever. Watching them jiggle and bounce, James noticed that all too familiar growth down below and had to retreat to the bathroom. He was not sure what caused him to hightail it. James had seen his sisters in various forms of dress, even stark naked, and he never got a rise. But for some reason, he had been reacting more strongly to them recently.'Oh well.' He decided to turn on the shower and went about discarding his pj's.

The shower finally got warm and he stepped in. He put both hands and his forehead on the wall under the spray. Feeling that warm water cascading down the back of his head, over his neck and then down his back was just what he needed.

The image of Cindy, wearing a two piece Victoria's Secret black strapless bikini at the beach last summer, just popped right into his head. Her hands were above her head, twisted at the wrist. She was standing thigh deep in the ocean, with a wave crashing behind her. She was wet, the glistening droplets trailing down all of her curves. Her gyrating body and the sultry look on her face flooded his mind's eye. As his cock hardened, his hand made its way to his rod and started its work.

Bang! Bang! The pounding on the door startled James so badly, he fell to the floor. The shower door flew open, and there stood Cindy and Melody.

"Are you hurt?"

"I'm fine; you all just scared the living hell out of me."

"You're bleeding from your lip," Cindy said, just a moment faster than Melody. Both reached out and took one of his hands and pulled him to his feet. James was relieved; he was soft again.

He could not help but notice that both of his sisters were almost as wet as he was.

"Um, ah, thank you."

"You're welcome," in surround sound.

"Why did you run off like that?" came Claire's voice from the doorway.

"I just needed some quiet time. All this shit just has me so worked up, I can hardly think."

Claire placed her hands on her sisters' shoulders and led them from the bathroom.

"I know what you mean James. Come along, let James have some time." As she walked out, she smiled and gave him a sultry once over.

With that they left him to his own devices. He once again tried to relax but found that impossible, and just finished washing.

Walking back into the kitchen he noticed all of his sisters were now dressed in sweat pants and tops. 'What are we going to do?' he thought, then Melody asked that very question.

"We have known for a while that we would most likely have to sell the house. We have all looked for a place, and the answers have always been no. I see no other alternative but to move to Montana," Melody stated.

"No shit, Dick Tracy!" Claire added with a sarcastic roll of her eyes.

"We have until September 1st. We'll need more cash for the move," James added.

"I have had some thoughts about that," Cindy said. "We can sell Mel's car, keep J's pickup truck and Mom's SUV." They all agreed that would be enough to rent a U-haul, and that Claire's tips from the grill should cover gas and a few nights at a hotel.

Over the course of the next ten days, they sold off Melody's car and whatever else they could bear to part with. James' sisters started sleeping with him every night. Their attire became more provocative by the day. James never had to really try to get glimpses of his sisters. They gave him flashes of bare skin just about every time they moved. They wore panties and something that resembles a mini skirt but with spaghetti straps for a top. Whatever it was hung from their breasts, barely covering them completely. Every now and then James would look at Claire and she would be looking right back at him. Her eyes were soft and she would be slowly licking one of her fingers. When he looked at Melody, she would flush and look at her feet. Sometimes she was stretching so that her top would ride all the way to the base of her breasts. James spent most of the days trying to hide his tented pants.

The packing was done, and everything was downstairs. Everything was placed in the order that it was to be loaded. James was sore and Claire stated that she was beat. Everyone agreed. The girls went to bathe and James went room to room making sure everything was set. James was standing at the bottom of the stairs when he heard the sound of foot steps.

James turned and looked up. There at the top of the steps stood three totally naked and wet women.

"Um, James? We...ah...well, we seem to have packed all the towels," Cindy embarrassedly confessed.

"Oh, okay. I think I can find them," he said, turned and stumbled the first couple of steps. Claire tried to stifle a laugh with her hand, but only managed to knock Melody off balance. Melody's wet feet slipped across the wooden steps but she managed to grab the bannister.

Cindy tried to catch Melody and did so, but by Mel's left breast. They both looked at each other; Melody turned bright red. Cindy dropped her hand to her side. Neither said a word as they all came downstairs.

James was looking at his sisters more than he was looking for a towel. As Melody got closer to him, James noticed that she was flushed from the chest up. As she passed him, he could see how hard and puffy her wet nipples were. James fumbled with the boxes and eventually handed a blanket to his sister. He looked into her odd colored eyes and she smiled, gave him a wink, and dried off.

James was relieved it was his turn to bathe. Standing in the shower, all he could think about was his naked wet sisters. For the first time in his life, he thought of them as women, thought of them as beautiful, thought of them as hot. He thought of them on the stairs, touching and kissing, licking and tasting each other. Then he painted the shower wall with his cum. All of a sudden, James felt bad. Thinking of his sisters as sex objects ripped at his heart strings. He finished washing, dried on a blanket, then joined his sisters in the dining room.

Claire had just finished putting together their make-shift beds, and was making sure her sisters were comfortable.

"James?"

"Yeah?"

"Thank you!"

"For what?"

"For stepping up this last month."

"You're welcome, Claire. But I didn't do it all myself. You and Melody and Cindy helped. And without that help, I would have been fucked."

"Maybe so, but it would have been all of us that got screwed, not just you," Melody interjected.

"Damn straight," Claire said with a smile and a hint of a giggle. "We have a long day tomorrow. Get some sleep."

James got as comfortable as he could, and laid on his stomach. He closed his eyes and soon felt Claire's soft fingers rubbing his back. In no time he was out cold.

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Claire was on her side running her fingers along James' back. He was out cold, but that didn't stop her. She looked at his back, tanned from working in the yard all summer. She was a bit surprised that he seemed to have lost a few pounds. His muscles were beginning to show in his shoulder. His skin felt soft but firm. Her rubbing turned into caresses as she outlined his muscles.

'Hmmm...18 and he stepped right up to bat when I crumbled.' He became a man in a split second. She was a little girl again after she broke down at the funeral home. He was now the man of the house. He handled everything from that point on. He wouldn't even let them sell any of their own stuff when they needed money for bills. "Guys don't need a lot of crap!" echoed in her head. Smiling to herself, she wrapped her arm around her brother, and said to herself, 'he will make a fine husband for some lucky lady,' then she fell asleep.

The next day was a frantic mad-paced nightmare. First: the truck wasn't there, but James had managed to get a larger one, with an extra day to boot. All for the same price. Second: They had to wait for the larger truck to finish its maintenance, another two hours. Third: it was just after 2 a.m. when they finally finished loading it.

Claire was tired, pissed off and sore.

"We're done! And I want the fuck out of this place, right fucking now!" Her anger was evident in her demand.

She looked over at James and he could only smile. His smile was warm, caring and understanding. He just nodded. He grabbed the key for the house and the combination lock for the front door.

Outside standing on the walkway, the siblings all looked back at the only home they had ever known. Memories flooded each one and tears rolled down their cheeks. They cried and held onto each other before they wandered off to the vehicles and drove off into the night.

Claire decided that she was hungry, well, not really deciding, her stomach growled. She drove till she found a diner. She pulled the SUV into the lot, followed by Cindy and Melody in the pickup truck. James parked the big truck on the street and followed his sisters.

They sat and ate in relative quiet. All looked beat and depressed. The sky was getting lighter and they were getting more tired even though they had not been on the road long.

"Okay, let's just find a hotel and stay till tomorrow morning. That way we can get a fresh start," Cindy offered. Everybody looked up from their plates and nodded their agreement. It took them a whole ten minutes to find a suitable hotel. The hotel offered a heated swimming pool and air conditioning.

"The room only has two double beds," Cindy stated sadly.

James looked at the beds, shrugged his shoulders: " Well, at least they are bigger than my bed." He shambled to the nearest bed and flopped down. He was out as soon as his head hit the pillow.

The girls each needed a bath. One by one they crawled into bed after bathing. Claire was last and ended up in the same bed as James. She glanced at him and smiled as she fell asleep.

Her eyes flickered open to the tv's noise. She turned her head and saw that everyone was up. Sitting up she asked the time. Melody said 7:15 a.m.

"Wow! I can hardly believe that I slept for so long."

"So did we sis," Cindy laughed.

"If you get dressed we can all go down and eat," Melody added.

The continental breakfast was actually good. The siblings had a good time eating and talking. All too soon they were back on the road. Melody was in the SUV, Cindy took the pickup truck and Claire decided to ride with James in the rental truck. He was leading the mini-caravan as they got onto the interstate.

At noon they entered Atlanta. Claire noted that James got tense. His knuckles turned white on the steering wheel as the traffic became heavier. She could tell that he didn't like driving in it; after all, who would? She shook her head when the highway turned into a parking lot. James showed proof of his angst, brow furrowed and lips pressed tight. Then he hit the steering wheel with his fist and screamed.

"Fucking hell! I have to piss like a Russian race horse! And we're stuck here cause fuckers can't fucking drive! Fucking fucks!"

"Just life in a large city, bro."

"Well, they can keep this fucking shit!"

'Well that explains it. He had to use the bathroom, and traffic didn't help,' Claire thought. She then started to look for something for him to use. She found a litre pop bottle and drank down the last swallow, then handed it to him.

"What is this for?"

"To...use for... to tinkle in," she finally managed to get out.

"Claire, I'm not seven. The term is piss. P I S S, piss."

"P I S S in this then," she giggled.

He took the bottle, opened his fly, and tried to urinate. Unfortunately, traffic started to move again. Claire watched in amusement as her brother tried to line his cock up to the opening of the bottle and at the same time drive.

"Damn it!"

Claire smiled as she unlatched her buckle. She moved over to her brother and wrapped her hand around his cock. It was so soft and warm in her hand.

"Now just pee."

James didn't say a word; he just let loose. She could feel the urine flowing through his member, felt it surge as it blasted out the tip. He got firmer and more warm as she held him in her hand. It was the first time she had ever held a cock in her hand as it pissed. Then it jerked a few times as he forced a bit more out. She shook his soft penis a few times and then dried the tip with a napkin. She stroked his cock once, then twice, as she tried to get him back in his pants.

Back on her own side, Claire could not help but think about the feel of her brother's cock in her hand. She tried to steal a glance at his groin out of the corner of her eye. The more she thought about it the hotter she got. She found herself having a hard time breathing. She needed fresh air and rolled the window down. She took a few deep breaths, but that didn't stop her mind. Her hand had just managed to wrap around his cock. She could still feel his veins pass through her fingers, the softness and warmth as she stroked him.

"Hello! Earth calling Claire. Come in Claire... Ground control to Major Tom?"

"You trying to sound like Elton John singing Rocketman?"

"No! Jeesh. I was doing David Bowie's Space Oddity."

Giggling she said: "I always get those mixed."

"So, what are you thinking about?"

"Umm... getting stiff," she replied with a half grin.

"Me too."

She had to turn her head and bit her lip. 'If he only knew.'

She looked out at the traffic, and sighed. "How long do you think it will take?"

"Well, I hope it will not be much longer. This shit is really playing hell on my nerves."

"I can tell."

"Sorry sis, I have never driven anything this large before. It is wearing me out."

Just as James finished the last word, a black SUV with a boat trailer cut him off. He hit the brakes and had to swerve.

"Are you okay sis?" he asked, a worried look on his face.

"I'm fine, it just startled me."

"Can you see the girls?"

"Yep, still right behind us."

"K."

They sat in traffic for hours before they finally started to move again. James seemed to relax a bit but was still uptight. Claire saw a flash of orange on the side of the road. She turned to face James when she heard him snort. She knew that he could not take much more aggravation.

"Fucking great!" he bellowed. "Road work, one lane closed."

She looked at her cell phone. 6:33 p.m.

It was a pain to keep getting over. Slowing down, then speeding back up, all to just slow down again. She knew she had to do something. "Achy Breaky Heart" was not going to work. So, no country station. And the only other stations had talk radio or news. The radio wasn't going to help. She tried jokes and funny stories; they helped a bit, but not enough. When the traffic stopped, James was fit to be tied. 'If this keeps up we will really have problems,' she thought to herself. She looked around for something that might help to take his mind off of the traffic.

"Would you like something to eat or drink?"

"No!"

'Not good. One word answers are never good,' she realized.

"I need to piss again."

Claire laughed out loud. "You pee more than any woman I know."

"Sorry, but I just wasn't able to finish the last time. Not easy to piss in a bottle and drive while your sister holds your cock."

"Okay." She grabbed the bottle as she slid over to her brother. She reached over, undid his pants and fished his cock out. She held the bottle close with one hand and the other held his cock.

"Let it rip."

Nothing happened. And nothing continued to happen; well, almost nothing. As she held onto his soft penis, it started to get firmer. She tried to reposition him, and moved her hand up and down his shaft. She managed to get more of his cock out of his pants. His cock got harder. Her hand slowly continued to move up and down; she could feel every little ridge and bump. She could feel his veins pulse with every beat of his heart. His cock grew longer and its head started to turn a shade of purple. Clear fluid formed on its tip, and her eyes grew wider. She could feel her own heat building deep down.

James was breathing harder and she could tell that the truck was slowing down. Her thumb came into contact with the wet sticky fluid at the tip of his pole. It lubricated her hand and his cock with every pass. She could feel her own juices flowing into her panties. She was getting wet just as James was. James grunted and bucked his hips, his prick lurched, and spurts of white cum shot into the bottle and coated her hand. She was light-headed. Her own pussy ached. She sat up, closed the bottle. Without thinking, she raised her hand to her mouth and licked it clean.

She had her fingers in her mouth when James asked: "Umm, do you like that?"

Without thinking she told him: "Yes, I think it is the best I have ever had."

Her pussy was still on fire. The hand that had worked its magic on James found its way into her pants. It slid under her panties and over her mound. She felt the wet heat of her lower lips as her finger dipped into her hole. The very thought that her hand, that had been coated with her brother's cum, was now plunging in and out of her most private of places, caused her to breathe faster. Her body quivered as her own orgasm ripped through her very soul.

James was trying to watch her and the road. He swerved and caught the berm a time or two.

Clair took a few minutes while she gathered herself. Traces of him still raced across her tongue. She opened her eyes, and turned towards him.

"Clair, thank you. But, why?"

She closed her eyes, "Shhh...I...I..."

TO BE CONTINUED.

This is a work of fiction. All characters are over the age of 18. I would suggest that you read part 1 first. (revised version cumming soon)

I would like to thank GrandTeton for his editing and input. Thank you.

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James sat quietly, awaiting an answer from Claire. They had been stuck in road construction on I-75 just north of Atlanta. Claire was doing her best to try to explain to herself why she had just jerked her brother off into the pop bottle while he was driving the large rental truck. What had also gotten to her was the fact that she had masturbated afterwards. It had been powerful and she was still feeling the effects of the wonderful orgasm.

James was still waiting.

Claire took a deep breath and held it for a ten-count before she turned towards James.

"I, um, um, I just couldn't help it. As I held your cock, it just kept getting bigger. It felt so soft, but it was hard. The feel of your veins sliding in my hand was great. I just couldn't help myself."

"Right, I guess, if I had been in your place and my hand was at your parts..."

"I'm not seven James. It's called a pussy. P U S S Y, pussy," she interrupted.

"OK, if it had been me, I would have had my fingers buried in your pussy, finding out what was there," he said with a big grin.

Traffic thinned out a bit and they got a few dozen miles down the road. Pulling into the rest area, James announced he still needed to piss, which got a small chuckle from Claire.

They got out and stretched and wandered off to freshen up. They figured that after fooling with the road construction for almost an hour they could use the break.

When they returned they found that Melody had bought everyone a drink. Claire popped the top on her can and had a good swallow. She sloshed the pop around her mouth. She really needed a rinse.

Claire pulled out the map and everyone gathered around. Multiple fingers danced across the pages, all pointing at interesting places. Wishes for time and money were made by all, accompanied by sad sighs. No one truly wanted to get back on the road, but the sun was already kissing the horizon. They all wanted to put some distance behind them and decided to drive a few more hours.

Claire raised a brow when James pulled into a truck stop. Then she realized that the truck needed refueling. She looked in the side mirror and watched the others doing the same. She decided that she had a few minutes to shop.

She grabbed some snacks and drinks and a few trinkets. She looked at the map on the wall, and smiled. They were just outside of Chattanooga, Tennessee. They could be on I-24 in no time and stop around Jasper.

To her dismay, they ended up stopping in Manchester. She knew well that everyone was tired. They all complained at every hotel and motel they stopped at, only to find they were full. Cindy had made a food run since it was well after midnight.

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Cindy felt dirty as she climbed up into the truck with James the next morning. They had just passed out last night after eating, then overslept. Nobody had time to clean up before check out. And breakfast just sucked. All of which just added to the dismal mood everyone was in.

Cindy looked James in the eyes, "Well, I do hope today goes better."

"We shall see, sis."

"Aren't we the optimist."

"Sorry, sis. Just feels like a bad dream."

"Look at it this way. It's the start of a new day and a new life. A new chapter to write."

"Right, but the start of this new chapter is a bit lame."

Everything can't be roses, nor can they be thorns, Cindy thought. She was determined to enjoy the ride. She had been a driver since they hit the road and had not had much chance to see the forest for the trees.

She pulled her cell phone out and took a snapshot of James driving. More photos, trying to get her sisters in the mirror, and whatever she found during the drive. James and Cindy were fairly quiet through Tennessee, and Cindy's mind drifted back to the past.

She smiled as memories of James danced in her head. He had brought her feathers every time he found one. Not just any old feather. They all were beautiful, in good condition. He had even made a dream catcher with them, when she broke up with a long time boyfriend.

Cindy came back to the present when they crossed into Kentucky.

Police and what looked like army trucks had a road block set up. They seemed to be checking license, insurance, but also looking for something. Cindy sat still and James acted like he was sitting on pins and needles.

She knew James had never, in his life, ever driven a vehicle as large as this one. He had driven a few trucks, for friends when they moved, but this one was almost twice their size. She knew they had nothing to worry about. Well, themselves anyways. What was going on up ahead, however, was different.

She almost felt like crying when it was finally their turn, because James looked like he shit a brick. They made James get out of the truck and must have had him open the back. She could feel and hear the door roll up and a moment later close again. Then the police let them get back under way.

"James? What was that all about?"

"They're looking for a bunch of escaped kids from a juvenile detention center out of Tennessee."

"And the army?"

"No army. They are all popos."

Cindy then remembered all the goings on with Ferguson. Suddenly she grabbed the map and looked at their route. Yep, I-70 runs right past all the riots and protests. Now, she felt a bit worried. It must have shown.

"Cindy? Are you ok?"

"Worried about going through St. Louis."

"Why St. Louis?"

"Duh! The riots, in Ferguson,"

"Oh right! Well, how about we make damn certain that we don't stop?"

"Thank you, James."

"No problem!"

Click, click, went her phone as they passed a huge lake. Her heart slightly fell as they passed, kinda wishing they had the time to go play. Her mind had wondered off on other wishful thinking before noticing a sign for St. Louis. Her eyes darted everywhere, scanning for problems. The closer they got, the more she scooted closer to her brother. When they got onto I-70 she was almost in his lap,

"It will be fine Cindy. I promise."

Her arms wrapped around his chest and she held on for dear life. A kiss to the top of her head as her brother put an arm around her shoulder. She felt secure and warm in his half hug. She loved the closeness to her youngest sibling. She knew beyond a shadow of doubt that she was safe.

James had always been a 'Rock of Gibraltar' for her. Her knight in shining armour. Ready and willing to slay the dragon. She didn't want to move, didn't need to move, so she stayed.

She laughed to herself as she remembered what took place in grade school, when a bunch of boys had called her names. When they had started throwing rocks at her, James stepped in, out of the blue. He used his body as her shield. Too many to fight with, he blocked the rocks. He got her home safe although he had taken quite a beating.

Oh, and that loser boyfriend! God! She loathed that prick! The son of a bitch had the audacity to claim he had his way with her and Melody at the same time, bragging about it during a gymnastics meet, while she and Melody were doing their routines.

James had overheard all of it and beat the snot out of him right there and then.

Cindy came back to the present as they pulled into a motel. Once again it was past midnight.

No one wanted to go after food so Claire called for pizza. They ate and talked and had a fairly good time till they got ready for bed. Cindy was last this time; she lost at rock-paper-scissors.

Standing under the pulsating spray, hitting that one particular spot at the base of her skull, the one that causes you to tingle and melt, she thought of her rock. Yes her rock, the only man she has ever trusted. The last month had taken its toll, but the rock still stood tall and firm. When money got tight, he sold his stuff, not theirs. He wouldn't let them: 'Guys don't need all that crap'. She smiled to herself just thinking about James. He was sweet and obnoxious, smart and dopey. He surprised her at how quickly he had become a man. Like flipping a switch.

James is 18, born just 11 months after Melody and she were, which meant that for one month they were the same age. She could just picture James': brown hair, blue eyes, make that deep blue eyes. Eyelashes longer than any woman she knew had. He had a small cleft in his chin and the dimples, that pop out of nowhere when he smiled. His body bronzed by the summer sun.

James in the shower wet flickered in her mind's eye. The night he fell. His nakedness next to her, almost touching. His tall and lean body glistening as the water trailed down his tanned hide.

As the images of James flowed through her mind, they started a warmth deep down. It grew in intensity as her hands slowly washed her body, caressing her breasts and pulling on her nipples. Her frothy soap covered hands swirled delicately around her aureoles. Her mind turned her hands into his tongue. His teeth, pulling on her nipples. Her head leaned back and she push her chest into her own hands and let a soft moan escape.

She felt hot and excited as a hand traveled down. Soap bubbles trailing her fingers across her taut stomach and then down deep into her. She was wet and slick with her own arousal. Her breath came in short shallow gasps. Her skin flushed as she slid her fingertips between labia. Her finger brushed her clitoral flesh and she shuddered.

Cindy could feel her oncoming release as her fingers worked in her. She leaned against the wall for support as her legs began to weaken. Fingers moving faster and faster, stoking her, pushing her further onwards. She furrowed her digits through her foaming box and then furiously rubbed her clit, as she imagined his tongue doing the work.

Sparks flashing in her eyes, she slid down the wall. Orgasmic ripples washed over her body as wave after wave crashed down. Lying in the bathtub, spent but satisfied, she smiled. 'Wonder what the real thing would be like?'

She crawled in behind James and cuddled his back, arm around his chest, the other under her head. She could smell his scent, not the shampoo. She felt secure next to him, warm, too. She fell asleep dreaming of her knight.

*********

Soft kisses trailing down her neck, skirting alongside her hairline. Strong hands that gently cupped her breasts and fingers that tweaked her hard nipples. Hard bodies pressed and molded and intertwined. Moans and soft whispers that lovers share echoing through Melody's dreams.

She couldn't take it anymore and gave up on sleeping. Opening her eyes she was greeted with the drab sight of the wall. She needed release from the lust filled dreams of knights. As gently as she could she exited the bed and snuck into the bathroom.

She removed her clothes and sat on the toilet lid, leaned back against the tank, and started to play.

Her fingers found her box good and wet. With two of her fingers, she spead her moisture around her inner lips and across her hooded maiden as she thought about sex.

Melody had always assumed that she was a lesbian, from the time she and her twin discovered the workings of their bodies. She never really found men to be sexually arousing. All through school she never dated. She would have a fling with some girl every now and then. The only 'dates' she did have were with her brother.

James had always taken her out to movies or dinner, especially when their sisters had dates. They would hold hands while walking around. Share little inside jokes. They had a blast every time.

Melody was sure that the knight in her dream was indeed James. After all, she knew that she loved him. The only man she ever did love. And she knew that she was in love with him. She had never really considered sex with James, until she had seen him hard trying to wiz a while back. She had enjoyed sex and making love with her sister, and missed it dearly. They had heard that it was incest and illegal. That had scared them into stopping.

As she got older, she realized she no longer cared about the morality and legality of incest. Her mind drifted off, and her hand had stopped. The only thing she could picture was a knight.

Melody hung her head at the loss. 'A knight, what the fuck?' she thought. Sure, she had erotic dreams, but this one was, well, it was just so different. The more she thought about it, the faster the images left her memory.

She just shook her head in disappointment, used the toilet and then tried to sneak back.

What she found was James, sitting on the edge of the bed and watching the weather. She glanced at the clock, 7:47 a.m.

"Morning," he whispered, while patting the bed.

Melody sat down softly on the edge next to him. "You make a better door than you do a window, sis," Cindy chimed.

"Sorry," and she moved to the bed with Claire. "Yep, definitely a door," came Claire's giggle.

"Sorry. Good morning!"

"Morning!" came in unison from her siblings. She moved back and set herself against the headboard and resumed watching the weather report.

Chance of thunderstorms in the late afternoon. Highs in the mid 70s, lows in the lower 50s.

A little after 9 a.m. they were on the road. Melody decided to ride with Cindy part of this morning and with James later.

She sat silently watching billboards pass like the slats of a wooden fence. Most were advertising the cheapest and largest selection of fireworks. Melody was just about to ask Cindy to stop, when Cindy suddenly hit the gas and passed James, got off at the exit and made for the fireworks store.

They picked up a few things they each wanted, James included, even though he whined about the money. They took an early lunch or late breakfast and joked. They pored over the map to refresh everyone on the route, and Melody noticed a look in James's eye. It was sad but loving, and his eyes had the color of the morning sky. They all too soon finished and she jumped back in the pickup with Cindy.

"I thought you were going to ride with J."

"I will but after we stop again."

"Something bothering you, Mel?"

"I, um, mm... got a bit worked up this morning. I wasn't able to find relief."

"Soooo?"

"So, I need some fucking relief. That's what I need."

"Go ahead."

"I can't. I mean I could but I just..."

"Spit it out."

Melody hung her head and just started to sob quietly. She scooted over to her twin sister and wrapped her arms around one of Cindy's. Melody slowly sank on the seat and laid her head on her sister's thigh. She could feel Cindy's hand running through her hair and rubbing a shoulder.

Melody calmed at her sister's touch, just enough to slowly fall asleep. She dreamed of days long gone, of kids playing in a yard. Of a little boy with a towel pinned around his neck, a pot on his head, cardboard shield and a fly swatter as his sword. He turned into a man in full plate armour, a sword and shield.

Her knight came in behind his princess, with his powerful hands, and took hold. He caressed her shoulders and neck before running his hands down her arms, to her waist and lower belly. His hands moved slowly and firmly but oh so softly. Her legs parted to allow her knight access to the treasure hidden.

Ever so softly the hands ran over her mound and touched her wet lips. Her breath deepened and temperature rose as fingers probed. The fingers entered her womanhood and her hips started to grind. She was getting hot and could hardly breathe. The overpowering sensation caused her to wake.

With glazed lust-filled eyes, she spied Cindy's hand undulating between her splayed out legs. She closed her eyes and let out another moan as her back arched and her pelvis rocked in sync with her sister's plunging probes.

Melody could feel the release of her fluids as a small tremor started in her womb. The feeling intensified as the much needed orgasm overtook her.

"Oh!AH!YESYESYESYES FUCK YES YES OHGAWDJAMESYESYESYESYES!"

Her ass lifted off the seat with the arching of her back. Her legs trembled. Her whole body vibrated, adding to the motions of Cindy's drenched digits. Her body was frozen in time for just a few fleeting seconds then dropped like a rock back to the seat. She breathed deep a few times until her breathing changed to quick pants. Her heart slowly returned to normal, and finally her breath.

She looked up just in time to see her sister sucking on her own fingers. Melody watched as she slowly drew them out and begin to lick off the rest.

Melody said: "Thank you very very much. Just what I needed."

Cindy look down at her and said: "You're welcome. Ah... Hmm... what's with calling me James?"

Melody's flushed skin went from one of pleasure to embarrassment. She sat up quickly and covered her face with both hands. "My, god! I am so so sorry. Please forgive me."

"No problem sis, but you didn't answer the question."

"I did just kinda, didn't I?"

"Yep!"

Melody chuckled a bit then said, "That was good sis."

"Glad you liked it."

Melody did not truly want to talk about it. "Oh, look it's Kansas City."

Melody sat staring out the windows watching traffic build into rush hour. She knew then that she should have gotten in the big truck and kept James company. Claire and Cindy both had told her that he got freaked out in Atlanta and just about every city since.

It wasn't too bad, she thought, hopeful that James was ok. After an hour or so they found themselves on I-29. She was happy when the truck's blinker came on. She was a bit surprised, though, as he pulled into a supermarket parking lot.

Cindy rolled down her window and asked James what was up and he just said piss. Melody jumped out and joined him, as did his other sisters. When she came out of the restroom she hurried over to them and joined in some shopping. Fruits, lunch meats, bread, cheese, chips and dips and finally drinks. They headed to check out and Claire grabbed a handful of candy bars.

Melody spent the rest of the day in the rental truck. She and James joked, listened to music, talked about the trip and sat quietly. Melody also thought about how to deal with her feelings.

Melody knew she liked the feeling of being with a woman, especially if that woman was her sister Cindy. The time they spent together was special, and always had a loving quality to it.

Melody also knew her feelings for James. She loved him as much as she loved Cindy.

James was not a jock. He was not particularly interested in sports, either. He was, however, good with his hands. He made quite a few things for her and for his other sisters as well. It was probably what caused him to take carpentry at the technical center.

Melody's thoughts went back to her feelings for James. Even though she thought she preferred women she wanted James. She was only concerned about how he would react.

Her eyes drifted back over to James as her thoughts played out. How was she ever going to deal with her feelings for him?

That night they stopped around Sioux Falls, South Dakota, just off I-90.

***********

James was a bit surprised to find the girls' panties hanging all round the bathroom. He took the hint that they needed to do a bit of laundry. He collected what dirty clothes they had, stuffed them into a pillow case and headed to the laundry.

He cursed under his breath at the two dollars cost for a one use box of detergent. When he started to throw all the clothes into one machine, Claire startled him by yelling at him to stop.

She took out all the clothes and sorted them, explaining the whole time why things couldn't be washed together. He had heard all of this before. In fact, he had heard it multiple times. He didn't really care to hear it again, but he did. A few moments later Cindy came in with more.

The two sisters pretty much took control from him. He just flopped down in the single seat and ate the sandwich that Claire had brought for him. James listened half heartedly to the whys and hows while just nodding his head. He didn't want to spend a lot of time doing laundry. He wanted to relax.

Two hours later he was folding the laundry and wondering why drying took longer. He picked up a pair of panties and started to fold them. He paused then held them up. A smile came to his face as he realized that they belonged to Claire.

'Claire' he thought. What had happened in the truck came flooding back to him. He didn't really understand what he was feeling.

The whole ordeal was overwhelming. He felt embarrassed but pleased. It was the first time anyone had touched him like that. It was certainly his first-ever hand job.

James had thoughts of Claire and the fantastic feeling she caused. Everything that she did that day in the truck came back to him in his dreams.

She would jack him off and that would turn into a blow job and so on.

James shook the images clear and folded her panties.

He looked at his watch and hung his head. It was late and he wouldn't get much sleep. All he wanted to do was relax and now all he would get was a few hours of sleep.

He was really fit to be tied. Once back to the room he put the laundry on the dresser next to the T.V. and then lay on the bed fully clothed and passed out.

All too soon he was being forced to his feet.

"Time to hit the road, bro," Melody said, smiling.

James was beat, but managed to get up. Sitting in the truck and driving, forcing his eyes to remain open. He almost drove off the road a few times. He couldn't take it any longer and stopped at a hotel in Rapid City, South Dakota.

It was just after 4 p.m. when his head hit the pillow, 7 a.m. the next day when it left. The room was full of stuff. The girls had been busy and were up to something. Yep. He knew because they were not in the room, either.

He looked out the windows just in time to see the SUV pulling in. Shrugging his shoulders he went to bathe. When he came out of the shower they were all there.

Yep, he was right. The Cheshire Cat couldn't have had a bigger smile nor the gleam in his eyes that could compare. All his sisters were back sitting on the beds.

"Morning, Rip Van Winkle!" Claire said laughing.

"Morning to y'all, also."

"We had a vote..." Cindy started. 'Here it comes,' James thought. "We have decided to stay an extra night," she finished.

James was a trifle disappointed at spending their cash. He realized that he needed some down time, after driving the big truck so far.

"Right... and?"

"It's a surprise," Melody said.

James gave in. He knew full well it was pointless to prod in pursuit of clues. He just followed his sisters' lead. They had a fantastic breakfast and took off to explore. Black Hills National Forest was indeed a surprise, and Mount Rushmore.

They spent their time walking around and taking pictures, like the typical sightseeing tourist. For lunch they enjoyed KFC. Well, for the most part: the corn was waterlogged. The time they spent did them all good. They all were tired and enjoyed being that kind of tired, not the type from stress or being cooped up.

Claire and Cindy headed off to the restrooms after they finished walking around one of the trails. Melody took hold of one of James's hands as they walked over to to the fence.

"James?"

"Hmm?"

"I wanted to tell you that I really do appreciate everything that you have done." Then she turned to face him. She looked into his eyes, noted his eyes had turned a darker blue, and wrapped her arms around his neck.

"James, thank you! For letting us spend the day together. I think we all truly needed a break."

"You're more than welcome, Mel."

"How are you doing?"

"Hm, I feel a bit more confident at driving that truck. Is that what you mean?"

"Part of it. I guess I should ask you, are you feeling any less stress now?"

"A bit. I think I will feel better about everything once we're in our new home."

"Good! I don't like seeing you this down. I really want you back to yourself. I miss the old James. I love the old James, not this version."

"Sis, I will be happy when you are happy."

Melody thought for just a few moments about how he truly did mean that. He could be in the dumps but when his sisters were around he would just perk right back up.

"When I am around you, James, I am happy."

She pulled James's head down, then got on her tippy toes, and lightly touched her lips to his.

*******

They got to bed early that night, and left even earlier the next morning. Back on the road their spirits were higher than they had been for a while. James was even singing to himself.

James was enjoying the solitude of the truck. His mind went back to thoughts of Claire.

Claire had taken a year off after high school and got a part-time job. She had worked at the grill, saved her money and attended college the next year.

When she came home for the summer, she had gone back to work at the grill. She said it was to help with paying for her botany books.

Claire had always been a bit on the wild side. In high school she had a new boyfriend every month. She was always bubbly and care free.

This summer had been different. James was sure that something had happened to her at college. He was sure it had to do with men.

The miles clicked off quickly. As the siblings crossed into Montana from Wyoming they blew their horns.

Billings was the next stop, the last city they would see for a while. As they opened their vehicles' doors, they cursed. Cold shivers ran down their backs; with teeth chattering the siblings ran to their room.

"Damn, it's fucking cold!" Claire stuttered.

"I thought 52f was supposed to be warm?" Melody added.

"Well, what did you expect? We came from southern Georgia. 97f. And we are in a northern border state," James said.

His sisters agreed but also let him know that they needed warmer clothes. Everybody needed supplies: boots, coats, heavier sweaters and other things. They would stay another night here as well.

The next morning they set out. A mall was the first stop. The twins parted after deciding they could save time, hit different sections and each get stuff for the other. Claire went with Cindy, and Melody and James by themselves.

They met up at the food court, each with about a gazillion bags, at least it appeared that way to James. He had four, Claire looked at him and raised an eyebrow.

"Well fuck, what do you expect? Damn stores carry a handful of men's stuff and shit loads for you girls," he almost spat out.

They dropped the twins off at the hotel along with what they bought. Claire took James to see what else they could find.

***********

"Well, we finally got some alone time," Cindy said.

"Yes, that we did," answered Melody.

The sisters wrapped their arms around one another and kissed. Soft lips upon soft lips. Pressing female form to female form. Their b cup breasts pressed nipple to nipple. Their hips slowly started to grind and the kiss deepened.

Tongues danced in one then the other's mouth. Hands firmly scaled each other's backs, bringing their shirts along for the trip. Up the tops went, exposing the tan flesh of their backs. Their hands let loose the tops and slid underneath to continue their explorations.

Cindy's hand searched for the band of a bra on Melody's back. Her hand slowly continued its trip when she failed to find evidence of one. Melody did find Cindy's bra strap and with well practiced fingers popped the hooks.

The twins parted long enough to remove their clothes. They walked hand in hand to the bathroom.

"Come sis, you owe me one," Cindy said, as she turned on the shower.

They entered the shower holding hands. Both enjoyed washing one another's hair. Melody stood behind Cindy washing her back when she dropped the cloth. She didn't care and continued to wash her sister's back with just her hand. Down and back up between her shoulders, then back down on either side of her spine.

Melody's hands slowly worked around to Cindy's stomach. Her strokes softened and became caresses, just below Cindy's navel. Melody's hands slowly worked their way up to her sister's breasts.

Cindy leaned her head back and rested it on Melody's shoulder, She moaned as her sister's hands tweaked her nipples. Cindy reached back over her head and held onto Melody's head as her sister started to kiss her neck.

"Ahhh...yes, that feels so good, Mel, gosh I have missed this."

"So have I, Cindy, so have I."

Melody's left hand then drifted south, down across Cindy's tummy, then lower still.

"Oh yes! Please yes!" Cindy moaned as Melody's fingertips touched the spot just above her clitoral flesh.

Cindy's breathing was becoming labored. Her skin had flushed from the top of her head to below her breasts. Her sister started to lightly pull and twist on her nipple and her clit. She could feel her twin's wet body pressed against her back. The feel of Melody's firm nipples brushing her shoulder blades just added to her desire.

Cindy was ready for her orgasm, but it was just out of reach. She tried to grind her hips into Melody's hand, trying to get her to put her fingers inside her tunnel. Her frustration became too much and she twisted around and kissed her sister deeply.

Melody kissed her in return. She knew what her sister wanted. Mel pushed Cindy into a corner, then kissed her sister's neck. Her lips and tongue worked their way down over her clavicle. Melody took just a bit of time to reach her sister's nipple. Melody's tongue delicately swirled around her twin's breast in ever tightening circles, targetting Cindy's gum drop sized nipple. Then when Melody was close enough she licked at the hard bud, causing more moans from Cindy. Mel's teeth latched onto it and pulled.

"Oh! GAWD!" Cindy cried out.

Smiling, Melody continued to kiss and lick down her sister's supple body. She got down on her knees and raised one of Cindy's legs to rest it on the edge of the tub. She placed soft kisses and velvety soft licks to Cindy's inner thigh, up and along the tendons towards her box. Melody looked hungrily at the wet pink pussy lips before her. She licked her lips and dove in for the kill.

Cindy could feel Melody's tongue swirl and twirl and lap at her cunt, hips grinding into her sister's face, both hands full of her twin's hair. She shouted: "That's it sis! Eat my pussy!"

Cindy's legs were getting weaker as small tremors worked through her body.

Melody could feel her sister's oncoming orgasm, and shoved two fingers deep into her sister's wet openning, pumping them furiously as she attacked her clit till she screamed.

"Yes! Fuck yes! Make me cum Melody! Oh, please make me cum sis!"

Cindy's orgasm hit her hard. Her legs gave way and she slid to the floor, her body quivering, her legs jiggling and her juices flowing.

Melody sat back on her knees, water cascading down her face. Smiling she said: "I wish we had never stopped."

"Well, we were only kids and stopped because we found out it was incest."

"Incest, right," Melody said, with disappointment, as she thought about how James would react.

*******

One the other side of town, Claire and James had found a co-op for farmers.

"Now this is what we all need, "James said, picking up a few thermal underwear.

They both searched the large box for awhile, picking out various sizes and colors. The siblings spent a good bit of time in the store and after getting what they thought they would need, left to get dinner.

While waiting for their order, Claire noticed a dark haired woman with over-sized dark glasses was stealing glances of James. Claire, feeling the slight beginnings of jealousy, wrapped her arm around James's arm. She moved closer and laid her head on his shoulder. She remained there till the food was ready. Once they were back in the SUV, Claire decided she needed to talk.

"James?"

"Hmm?"

"Do you think I am pretty?"

"Claire, you are beautiful. One of the four most beautiful women I have ever seen."

Claire furrowed her eyebrows and thought for a moment before asking.

"Who are the others?"

"Cindy, Melody and mom."

"You're not just saying that cause I'm your sister?"

"Hell no! If things were different, I would most definitely be trying to hook up with you."

"Different... hmm."

"How do you feel about what happened between us?" she asked.

James was bit uncomfortable with that question, to say the least. He would never lie to his sisters.

"Well, I would be lying if I said I didn't like it. I mean, I did get off after all. How do you feel about it?"

"It made me feel a bit weird, but also made me horny as hell."

"Well, that's pretty much the way I feel".

It did not take long to get back to the hotel. Claire and James were a bit surprised when they heard the thumps and giggles comeing from their room. They flung the door open and immediately were hit with a pillow. The twins were in the middle of a pillow fight. It did not take long before all of them were playing and laughing.

Tired after their little romp, they laid sprawled out across the bed.

"What do you think the ranch will be like?" Cindy asked.

"Not sure," came from James.

"Well, I for one hope it has more than two bathrooms," Claire interjected.

"Four bedrooms with lots of closets," Cindy added.

"I hope it will have a fireplace," Melody said.

"What about you James?" Claire asked.

"As long as we are together, I will be happy," James said, playing it safe.

*******

James had been elected to warm the vehicles the next morning. It had frosted over-night and the windows needed to defrost. After an hour they were on the last leg of their trip.

Cindy found a few feathers tied with sting hanging from her rearview mirror. She smiled and enjoyed her drive.

Claire had joined James in the truck. She had been joking around a bit when she started to get too warm. She shrugged off her coat and had to help James wiggle out of his. Shortly after that, Claire caught a whiff of the all too powerful odor of urine the same time James did. She knew what it was, and started to look for the pop bottle.

She fished it out from under the seat and grabbed it by the top with two fingers. When she started to roll the window down, James hit a pot hole.

"Son of a bitch!" She said as she looked down at her pants.

She was soaked. She then flung the pop bottle out. She pulled her sweat pants and panties off in one go and flung them out the window as well.

"I hope you didn't have anything in your pockets," James said.

"No pockets."

James had a serious problem keeping his eyes on the road. His sister was doing her best to clean herself and the seat with napkins and leftover ice water from a coke cup. She blurted out profanities left and right, she cursed about the piss and she bitched about the cold water. She also cursed at James because all he could do for the moment was laugh. He offered several times to pull to the side of the road only to get a command to keep going.

Claire settled down after she decided that she could tolerate the seat and herself. She then took off her top, smelled it for a second, then flung it out the window too.

Sitting quietly and looking off in the distance, dressed in only her bra, her mind went back to the hand job. She had no choice in the matter. Just thinking of the bottle and her nakedness had led her there.

James's cock in her hand, the size and texture, the feel of his dick pulsating. All had an effect on her; it made her incredibly horny. She took a side peek towards James; he was still looking every now and then.

James, Claire had noticed, was also getting bothered. He had a fairly good bulge starting to form in his pants. The more Claire looked the wetter she became. She closed her eyes and took a few deep breaths, held them and counted to ten.

Claire felt a flash of heat rush throughout her. She was glad that the window was open so she could get the fresh air. However, it was not enough. She then rolled the window back up, placing her cheek against the cold glass.

Claire swallowed hard a couple of times as she tried to calm down. She could feel her moisture seeping from her as it found its way to her ass cheeks. She became light headed and soon was lying down on the seat. Her heart was beating madly in her chest. Her breathing became irregular. She needed to have more room.

Pushing with her feet, she managed to slide across the seat till her head was against her brother's hip. Another couple of pot holes had her head on James's lap.

She was flushed, it felt like her flesh was on fire. She tried to speak but had cotton mouth. Her hand reached out...

********

James was really having a hard time driving. Not only was the road getting rough, but he had trouble watching it and not his sister. He was amazed by how sexy his sister was. He could smell her scent strongly in the confines of the truck's cab. It aroused him, had him wanting to touch her.

As her head rubbed his stiffness, and her body writhed on the seat, she reached out and grabbed his hand. She pulled his hand to her mouth and bit him. It did cause him a small amount of pain, but she then kissed his hand frantically. She bit his palm before jamming his hand down between her legs.

'Fuck!' James thought, as he turned onto a dirt road.

James was at a loss. He was having trouble driving in the first place. But now, now he was sure that he would wreck. He slowed the truck down, just as the road turned into miles of endless rumble strips, the work of graders on a dirt road.

His fingers could feel Claire's wetness and the heat that permeated from her. He gently moved his fingers with care and apprehension. He was unsure as to how to do what he thought his sister wanted. Slowly he moved his fingers through her wet folds. He tried hard to keep contact as the truck rumbled and bounced.

Claire's body tried to grind on his hand. Her movement and that of the truck just added to her pleasure. The truck bounced hard and James found that his fingers had entered his sister's vagina. Her legs clamped down and imprisoned his hand. Her hands firmly gripped his wrist.

'Holy fuck!' he thought. He was finger fucking his oldest sister. He could feel every little ridge and the upward curve of her passage.

"Oh fuck, YES! Yes, James! Please!"

He just barely heard her words mixed with the moans that emitted from her now shaking form. He could feel his hand getting wetter and feel her muscles clench his fingers.

He had never seen a woman's orgasm as hard as Claire's. Her body quivered as if she had been electrocuted. She was covered in sweat, flushed and panting hard. Although her mouth was open, no sound escaped. Eventually her legs relaxed and she brought his hand to her lips and kissed it. She kissed it all, one side and then the other. The kisses turned to licks and soon she had James's hand cleaned of her juices.

James was extremely pleased with himself. Not only did he manage not to wreck, he had gotten his sister off. The way she was treating his hand was proof.

James finally got his hand back, and not knowing what else to do, he put it back on the wheel.

**********

Claire took a few breaths before she sat back up. She grabbed a can of pop, and had several swallows. After a few more breaths, she turned towards James.

"I'm not sure what else to say, but thank you."

"You're welcome, I guess."

"You guess?"

"Well, you are welcome! I truly do mean that. I don't know what else to say, sis. I mean what can I say? That was the fucking hottest thing I have ever seen!? Well it was, but it just doesn't feel right to say that. Glad I could help!? Well, there again I was, but that is just too cocky. So, I have no clue."

"James, what I do know is that I love you. More than I can ever put into words."

Claire then crawled next to James, and kissed him softly on the cheek.

"I love you too, Claire," James replied.

Claire returned to her spot and closed her eyes. She keep them closed till the truck slowed. When she opened her eyes again she let out a gasp. The view in front of them was like one out of a movie.

James pulled to the side of the roadway, and they both gazed at the mountains rising high in the near distance. Snow capped, and still only the middle of September.

Cindy came up to Claire's window and knocked. It startled Claire and took her a second before she rolled the window down. Cindy's eyes grew wide as she took in her sister's nakedness. Claire also worried that Cindy could smell the sex as the air poured out the open window.

Cindy then just gave her some clothes. Claire started to get dressed when Cindy started to speak.

"Not sure why your clothes came flying past me, but thought you could use these," Cindy said.

"Well, I got them wet from James's urine..."

"James pissed on you?" Cindy interrupted.

"No, a bottle of his piss spilled on me. I definitely didn't want them after that."

"Ok! But why a bottle of pee?"

"Long story short; traffic and had to pee."

"Hmm, whatever. We're almost home now, maybe an hour."

"Cool.. how about getting me the directions?"

"Right here. I thought you would want them."

"Next stop ... home."

Claire finished dressing and then joined the rest of her siblings outside. The four took in the glorious view ahead of them. Almost mesmerized, they stood committing the sight to memory.

Click, click, went Cindy's phone. She danced around the small group taking pictures of the scenery and her siblings.

Claire smiled as she watched the dancing youth record everything and everyone. Claire had a memory that would forever be imprinted on her internal hard drive.

It did not take long for the group to make their way back to their vehicles. The cold crisp air more or less forced them. The rest of the trip was short, but entertaining.

Claire became animated with her arms pointing this way and that. She bounced and squealed with every turn. As a gate came into view, Claire turned towards James. With tears of joy streaming down her face, she said: "We're home!"

The siblings parked their vehicles and then they all lined up at the gate and waited for Claire to find the right key.

"Wonder what our new home will be like?" asked James.

"Lots of bedrooms with big closets," replied Cindy.

"I hope it has a fireplace and a hot tub," Melody added.

"A big shower, cause I really need one," Claire laughingly added.

"Well, we shall see," James said quietly.

TO BE CONTINUED...

This is a work of fiction. All characters are 18 or older.

Comments and votes are welcome. Thank you.

I would like to thank GrandTeton for his editing and guidance and time spent.

Thank You

*************

James stood looking at the gate. It was a single pipe that spanned the dirt drive, with a support pipe that branched off a larger pipe. James could recognize a national park gate just by the color. The sign made it clear.

Claire, his oldest sister, who was 20, fumbled with the large key ring. She was trying every key in the padlock.

James had time to reflect. Their parents died. They were broke, had lost the only home they ever knew, and on top of all that, had to move from southern Georgia to northern Montana.

James then looked at the large rental truck. He smiled at the thought of not having to drive that beast after tomorrow. But he did have a few fond memories.

A movement out of the corner of his eye brought his attention to the twins. His nineteen year old sisters were jumping up and down hugging each other. They had stopped long enough to do a few back flips, then back to hugging.

He looked back over at his sister Claire.

Claire had given him a fantastic hand job around Atlanta, and he had gotten to finger fuck her just an hour ago. Now, bent over and still trying every key, Claire turned towards James, and smiled as the lock popped open.

James walked up to the gate and pushed it open with his foot. With that done, the siblings joined hands. On the three-count they stepped into their new life.

The siblings had a difficult time trying to take in the panoramic view. A wide valley was splayed out in front, with several mountain peaks bordering. More pine trees than could be counted rose from the valley floor to the alpine tree line.

Several meadows and ponds in the distance brought their attention to the stream that meandered towards them. As they followed it with their eyes, they noticed that the road crossed it; they would have to ford the river.

The quartet, feeling the bite of the cool air, made their way back to the vehicles. They started down the gravel road towards their new home, still a mystery.

The stream crossing was not too bad after James had waded it and said it should be fine. James had been considering changing clothes but gave up on the idea when the second crossing came.

"James? There's no more directions. I have no clue which way to go, but I think it would make sense to follow the road most traveled," Claire said as she looked at the gravel road's intersection with a two-track dirt road.

"OK, gravel it is."

Melody was having a blast driving James's pickup truck. The creek crossings thrilled her although they did make her a bit nervous. She enjoyed the winding road, the pine trees and the crisp fresh air. She got annoyed when James just stopped the truck and got out.

They were on the upward grade of a small hill, among the trees. Melody's leg got tired from holding the brake pedal. She put the vehicle in park and went to see what the holdup was. Cindy had joined her by the time she got to the front of the rental truck.

"Well, it does have a fireplace," Cindy said bemusedly

"Yeah, it's pretty," Claire added with a hint of sarcasm.

"It's cute. With a bit of work, it will be just fine," Melody added.

James looked at their new home, chewed his bottom lip, then said: "I'm Jeremiah fucking Johnson."

James's comment got a giggle from all his sisters.

"For a log cabin it is in fairly good shape. But it is a bit on the small side," James added.

The log cabin was perched right in the middle of a small glade. One story tall and just about as long as it was wide. Green moss covered most of the logs as well as the entire roof. A small porch decorated the front with a window on both sides of the heavy looking door.

The siblings decided to have a look inside. Claire surprised herself by getting the correct key on the first try.

The inside was a single room. At one end was the fireplace, made of river rocks and rather large. On the other side of the room, there was a counter with a sink, and a hand water pump. Next to the sink stood an old Liberty wood stove that had a crazy straw configuration of pipes. And covering everything, dust with dried pine needles on the floor.

"There is no bathroom," Claire said dismally.

"Cause it's out back," Cindy sadly stated.

That statement brought groans from them all.

James also noted the lack of outlets and no lights. No breaker box, and no power meter. 'For joy,' James lamented.

"Too bad we don't have the money to rent an apartment or a house," Claire stated.

"Nobody wants to rent to a bunch of teenagers, if you had the money or not," Melody said melodramatically.

"Not sure if we will be able to find work around here, either," Cindy added.

"The newspaper we got didn't have anything," James stated.

James checked the water pump and found that it still worked. The brown water flowed for almost a minute before it cleared. The water cascading from the pump felt like ice.

The river rock fireplace was the largest one he had ever encountered. It stood in the center of the side wall just opposite the sink. The mantel was one large flat stone. The hearth was another flat stone that came out about four feet in all directions.

The fire chamber was huge. It could easily have held all three of James's sisters. Inside the chamber, besides the grate, were two iron stands that had arms at the top. The ash pan needed to be cleaned. When he looked up the chimney, it was clear.

"I believe that we can use the fireplace. I'll go collect some wood. Once we have a fire, it'll get warmer and give us some light." With that James walked out.

*******

Cindy and her sisters had retrieved cleaning supplies from James's pickup truck and cleaning was well under way when he came back.

"Damn it James! I just swept there," admonished Claire.

"Sorry, but this shit just slips out. Once I have the fire going, I will unload the truck into the barn I found. Since this place won't hold everything, and the barn is close, I figured it would be the best place."

"Will our stuff be alright in there?" Claire asked.

"It's dry and built well, so...everything should be fine."

"That's good, be sure to keep the stuff easy to get to. I don't want to have to move everything just to get something we might need," Claire added.

"The barn is huge, so that should not be a problem."

Cindy noticed the side glances that Claire was giving James. Something was going on or something happened in the rental truck. Definitely something happened in the truck. She knew that from the smell that smacked her in the face when she gave Claire some clothes.

Cindy decided that she would ask Claire about it when they were alone. Cindy would have to be direct with her questions. Otherwise, Claire, would just beat around the bush and avoid answering.

The smell of smoke broke Cindy's chain of thought. She watched the smoke turn to flame.

"Melody, looks like you at least got the fireplace right."

"Yay...but wish it was the bathrooms," Melody somberly replied.

"We have a roof over our heads and a way to stay warm. It may not seem like much, but it is better than living on the streets," Claire stated.

A long silence then took hold of the siblings, as each thought back to better days. The sisters continued to clean and James brought in a few more arm loads of wood, then he left to deal with the rental truck.

The girls had been busy and time flew by quickly. They had finally finished the cleaning and unloaded the SUV and James's pickup truck.

"Wish we had something hot to drink and eat," Melody said.

"Oh! Hold on," Claire said.

Cindy watched her sister Claire rummage around her handbag and fish out several chocolate bars. Then she grabbed a pot, from a box, and filled it with water. She placed the pot next to the fire and dropped the candy into it.

"How 'bout hot chocolate?" Claire asked, with a smile.

"I was thinking more along the line of coffee, but hot cocoa will do just fine," Melody said.

"What are we going to do about dinner?" Cindy asked.

Boom! The door flew open and James dashed inside and slammed the door closed behind him.

"HOLY FUCKING SHIT!" James yelled.

"What the hell is wrong?" Melody asked.

James took a deep breath, then said: "A BEAR IS OUTSIDE! Next to the SUV."

They all ran to look out the window, and sure enough, there was a bear. A big bear. A brown bear. A grisly looking grizzly bear.

Cindy's eyes grew wide as she watched the bear. It was sniffing the vehicles. It smelled the cabin's porch and the front door. Cindy watched in awe as the grizzly left the porch. The bear then wandered over to a pine tree, and started to rub its head against the tree. The bear stood up on its back legs and scratched itself with the tree.

James started to sing: "Look for the bear necessities, so a simple bear can rest at ease."

"Is that how that song really goes?" Cindy asked.

"Not sure, but it is all I can remember," James laughed.

"That thing has got to be at least eight-feet tall," Melody softly said.

"I don't know, but it's a big fucker," James answered.

The bear scratched his back on the tree, wiggling like a fish on a hook. It then picked up a small limb and carried it to the porch, dropped it, then wandered off.

"Oh my god! I can't believe that just happened. That was the coolest thing I've ever seen," Melody said.

"Fuck! I should have gotten a picture," Cindy lamented.

"If that beast is using that tree for a back scratcher, I can almost guarantee that you will have another chance," Claire stated.

"Sweet."

"I was on my way back to get warm, when...that monster started to follow me."

"Are you cold now?" Cindy asked.

"No, I think that whole ordeal warmed me up quite well, thank you," James laughed.

Claire giggled about that and gave everyone a cup of hot chocolate, which was way too hot to drink due to their bear encounter.

As the siblings waited for their drinks to cool, they discussed what they would and wouldn't need in the cabin, along with where it would go.

James told them that he needed some help with the larger stuff, but that he was too tired to finish tonight. He would throw the king-sized mattress in his pickup along with bedding, and anything else that they would need for the night.

They all went to the barn. The twins kept watch while James and Claire grabbed whatever they needed.

Forty minutes later they were all sitting on the mattress, drinking cold chocolate water, and watching the flames flicker in the fireplace. The hypnotic effect of the flames, burning deep reds and yellows, the dancing of the light on the floor and walls, put the siblings to sleep where they sat.

That night, Cindy's dreams seemed all too real. Her knight had laid her down in the tall grass of a secluded glen. He began to kiss his way up from her foot to the inside of her ankle. Up her calf to her knee, her knight then added little licks between his kisses as he moved up her inner thigh.

When he came to her treasure trove, he moved up and over her mound. Her knight continued to alternate between kisses and light licks as he moved to her lower abdomen. At her belly button, he twirled his tongue around and into the small dip.

Her knight continued his upward journey to her lower rib. He followed the rib to the center of her chest. Up and up between her breasts leaving a wet trail in his wake. To her chest and neck; where he paused to chew tenderly. He moved to her jaw line then across her cheek to her waiting lips. Cindy was excited and a shiver ran up her spine.

Cindy awoke from the cold on her back. She pulled a blanket over her as best she could, but it did little to help.

"James? James?"

"Hmm?"

"I'm cold."

"Turn up the thermostat."

"James, the fire needs fixing."

"OK...I'll turn up the furnace."

James finally sat up and looked around, scratched his head, rubbed his eyes, then crawled over to the fireplace. Though Cindy was still sleepy, she watched James poke and prod the burnt remains.

Red embers came back to life as James blew on the charred scraps of wood. Cindy smiled briefly and then closed her eyes and fell back to sleep.

*******

James had put the last of the wood on the fire. He was rubbing his eyes from the smoke. What was burning would not last long; he would have to forage for more wood.

James was not looking forward to going out. It was still dark and he wasn't sure if his flashlight would work. He bundled up and stepped out.

'Fuck it's cold!' he thought, as he searched for wood. He had found a good bit, but it was too large to break over his knee. Stomping on the wood only reminded him of the fact that he was no Jackie Chan.

James looked up just in time to see another old cabin. It was on the other side of the fence. What caught his eye was the stack of wood.

James was sitting back on the mattress feeling bad for what he did. He glanced at the stack of wood, and dropped his head. Even though he left money behind, he swore to himself that he would replace what he took plus some.

James tended to the fire as his sisters slept. He thought about what the future held for the remnants of their family. Claire still had a few years of college ahead of her. Melody and Cindy were undecided, or were the last time he had asked.

James wanted to work with his hands so he took carpentry. He enjoyed working with wood and other natural resources. He had hopes of joining a construction company, and maybe do side work for a contractor. Whatever it was that he would do, his sisters would come first. Just like what he did with the wood for the fire. Tonight, or rather this morning, they would be warm. James added another log to the fire, then went to look for the coffee.

James's sisters awoke one by one. He gave them each a cup of coffee before they wandered off to the outhouse. His sisters usually took a great deal of time when it came to using the bathroom, but not this time. They were back in five minutes.

"James, this isn't going to work," Claire announced.

"What's not going to work?"

"The outhouse," Claire said.

"You broke the outhouse?"

"No! It's too cold! Our assholes drew a puckering string when we tried to use it," Cindy chimed.

"And just exactly what am I supposed to do about it?"

"I don't know, but we need someplace warmer," Claire stated.

"Right. How about I build a fireplace for the outhouse?" James sarcastically replied.

"Would that really work?" Cindy asked.

"No! He's being a smart ass," came from Melody.

"James, please get serious," implored Claire.

"I'll see what I can do."

The siblings made short work of unloading the rest of the rental truck. Most of their stuff was put in the barn, and some they put in the cabin.

They cleaned themselves as best they could, and soon afterwards the small convoy was back on the road to turn in the rental truck. Cindy was in the SUV with Claire and would do grocery shopping. Melody took the pickup truck; she would follow James to drop off the rental truck and then they both would go after other supplies.

James was surprised that the park rangers had waved him through the park entrance. He almost wished they made him turn back.

'Going to the Sun road'

25 mph:

Logan Pass 18 miles

West Entrance 52 miles

Caution:

Animals may be on roadway.

Pedestrians may be on roadway.

Road Construction next 52 miles.

Watch for falling rock.

'Fucking Great!' James was also over-sized. Height limit 10 feet, width 10 feet, length 28 feet. But the ranger waved him through anyways. Didn't even charge him the park entrance fee. The ranger must have thought James was part of the construction crew.

James turned on his radio to the only station he could find, a country station, but that was fine, it was noise and helped him to relax. It wasn't until the second song that James regretted turning on the radio.

Radio:

"Me an' Earl was haulin' chickens on a flatbed out of Wiggins, and we'd spent all night on the uphill side of thirty-seven miles of hell called Wolf Creek Pass. Which is up on the Great Divide. We was settin' there suckin' toothpicks, drinkin' Nehis and onion soup mix, and I said, 'Earl, let's mail a card to Mother then send them chickens on down the other side. Yeah, let's give 'em a ride.' Wolf Creek Pass, way up on the Great Divide, Truckin' on down the other side."

James made sure he was in second-gear and put both hands on the steering wheel. His knuckles were white as his fists clenched tight; he was going down the hill from hell. He wished he had a VW micro-bus.

James was relieved the drive wasn't as bad as the song that played. He did worry as he dodged low rock overhangs, but he did well. He also thought: "Those poor chickens."

*******

Claire and Cindy had been worried about James. The road was a mess; construction and the water from the falls had turned the road to mud. The drive took a lot longer than any of them would have liked.

Cindy did manage to get several pictures of snow, mountains and even Big Horned Sheep. She had wanted to talk to Claire about what happened in the rental truck yesterday, but she decided that it was just a bad time.

Claire and Cindy made it back to the cabin in the late afternoon. They stacked all the foodstuffs in a corner by the sink and put a makeshift kitchen together. Claire was beginning to arrange the rest of the cabin when Cindy started her questions.

"Claire? Can I ask you some personal questions?"

"Hmm, sure, go right ahead."

"Um, did you fuck James yesterday?"

Claire dropped a box she was carrying. She hung her head and her shoulders fell.

"Oh my god! You did fuck James!"

"No! I didn't fuck James."

"Then what happened in the rental truck? When you opened the window it smelled like someone got fucked. And you were naked. So don't tell me that nothing happened."

Cindy could almost see the wheels turning in her sister's head. Claire had never lied to her before, but would she lie now? Cindy halfway expected Claire to.

"James and I haven't fucked."

"I sense a 'but' in there."

"Well, do you remember what I told you about the bottle of pee?"

"Yeah."

"Well, we were in the road construction outside of Atlanta, and I had to help James pee into the bottle. It excited me a bit that first time, cause James got a bit hard. The next time I tried to help him pee, I had trouble aiming his cock at the bottle. I tried to adjust him, but he just kept getting harder."

"You sucked his cock?"

"No! Stop interrupting or I'll not tell you."

"Go on then."

"He got really hard and I ended up jacking him off," Claire said with a bit of exasperation.

"OK, but that was days ago, not yesterday."

"Well...after I spilled the bottle on myself, and I was naked, I thought back to the day I jacked him off. It got me so...bothered, that I could hardly breath. I sorta forced James to finger me."

"You FORCED James to finger fuck you?"

"Yeah, but he didn't complain either."

"So... how was it?"

"I would have to say it was the best orgasm I have ever had."

"Really? The best, huh?"

"I had an on-going orgasm since I started to think about that hand job. When James had his hand in me, it took me to a level I had never even thought possible."

Cindy and Claire both turned their heads towards the door when they heard James' pickup truck pulling up to the cabin.

"We will have to finish this conversation later," Cindy said.

Melody came through the door with a bundle of wood, and told her sisters that James needed help unloading his pickup truck.

After everything was brought in, James left again, saying something that nobody understood. He returned a few minutes later with a large metal tub.

"Could one of you please clean this?"

"Sure," Claire answered.

James then left again.

"I wonder what James has in mind for that tub?" Cindy asked.

"He said that it was going to be our new bathtub," Melody answered.

Claire had just finished washing up the tub when James came back with an arm load of stuff. He had: a car battery, an extension cord, a strange looking box and some wires. He sat them on the floor next to the door.

"What are you doing?" Cindy inquired.

"I'm putting a fireplace in the outhouse," James giggled.

The girls just watched as James connected the wires to the battery. Then the wires to the box, and finally plugged the extension cord into the box. James then ran the cord out the door.

The girls followed him as he ran the cord up the side of the cabin and then over to the outhouse. James opened the door and plugged a space heater in.

"Ta da!"

Cindy went over to the space heater and turned it on. Nothing happened. She looked at James and he said: "You have to turn it on at the power converter."

Claire was on it in a flash. A few seconds later, the red glow from the wire elements confirmed that they had a heated toilet. Cindy also noted that James had installed a new soft toilet seat.

Back inside the cabin James turned off the converter. He explained that they needed to turn it on and off so the battery would last longer. He then went on and explained how to use the tub. He put it next to the fire and had his sisters fill it. They all got the idea and prepared for a bath.

Cindy just happened to look over at James and noticed he looked a bit pale. Before she had the opportunity to ask him, he fell to the floor.

"James!"

The girls were on him in no time. Their hands were fighting over his forehead.

"He's burning up!" Melody announced.

"James!? JAMES!?"

"What?" He finally answered.

"How are you feeling?" Claire worryingly asked.

"I'm fine."

"You just fell to the floor! You're not fine. How do you feel?" Melody admonished.

"I think I have a fever."

"We know that. Do you hurt anywhere?" Claire asked.

"Just my feet."

Cindy grabbed one of his feet and Melody the other. His shoes and socks were wet. They all were shocked by how wrinkled and pasty white his feet were.

"James? Why are your feet wet?" Melody asked.

"My shoes didn't get dry after I waded the streams yesterday. I had to put them on when I went after wood this morning. I've not taken them off since."

Cindy and her sisters then stripped James. They got him into the galvanized tub, and bathed him like he was a toddler. James had tried to wave them off but was ignored.

Cindy paid close attention to her sisters. She watched their eyes; they had a concerned yet loving look. Their touch, as they washed James, was tender.

They got James on the mattress after they dried him. They fed him like a helpless infant against his protests.

"I'm not a baby. I can feed myself."

They just kept shoving food in his mouth. Claire gave him an aspirin after he finished eating then made James go to bed. He complained but did as he was told. James was asleep as soon as his head hit the pillow.

"Do you think James will be OK?" Melody asked as she tucked him in.

"Well, I think he will be fine. I hope it's just a bug, and not pneumonia. We will keep watch all night," Claire solemnly said.

The sisters cleaned up after their meager meal. They added wood to the fire and kept watch over James. The night was long and it took its toll on the girls. They fell asleep next to James.

*********

That night, James passed away. Melody was crying as she held his lifeless body in her arms. Her fingers running through his hair, her tears falling down her face and onto James's forehead.

"James! James! Oh my god! Sweet Jesus! No! NO!"

Melody was besides herself. Her body trembled as she sobbed over her brother's cold body. Hands were pulling and pushing her. She refused to release James.

"NO! NO! JAMES! OH MY GOD JAMES!"

"What? What's wrong?" James asked as he tried to wake her up.

Melody awoke slowly, as James shook her. When her eyes opened, she saw James's concerned face. She reached out and grabbed him by the hair on his head. Melody kissed him fanatically all over his face. She pulled his head back and said: "Don't you EVER, die on me again!"

"OK..."

"No oks James! Promise me that you will never die!"

James wrapped his arms around his sister, kissed her gently on the cheek.

"I promise."

Melody was content in her brother's arms. His head felt rather warm against her cheek. She glanced over at the fire and noted that it had plenty of wood. She was happy that she would not have to leave his embrace.

Melody rolled over in James's embrace. She held his arms tight to her chest, closed her eyes and drifted back to sleep.

*******

Claire and Cindy lay facing each other. Staring into each others eyes. They had been woken by Melody's screaming. Neither said a word. They both heard everything.

They never could recall a time that James had talked in his sleep. His fever must have been the trigger. He promised them all that he loved them, and would be there for them, forevermore.

Cindy fell asleep a short time after James had quieted down. Claire got up; she had too much running through her mind.

Claire played in the fire and added another log. She got dressed and went out to the porch. Moonlight lit up everything almost as well as the sun did on a cloudy day. She sat down and listened to an owl, off in the distance.

'James.' What would she do if he had died? Just the thought of it brought tears. She had crumbled at the funeral home when they tried to make arrangements for their parents.

Claire still was confused about how they had died. She was angry as well; they had been taken away from them while on vacation.

Claire's parents had not had a honeymoon or a vacation since they got married. Since the kids were no longer in high school, they decided to go Niagara Falls. They never made it.

The shooting happened around New York City. They had been in a hotel next to a club. They just happened to end up in the middle of a gang shootout. Drugs or rapper pride was most likely the case.

In any event, Mom had a closed coffin funeral. She was shot in the face with a shotgun. Dad was hit multiple times with some type of hand gun. The investigation was ongoing and the insurance company refused to pay until it was all sorted out. That was almost two months ago now, and nothing had changed.

Claire looked up in the star-filled sky, her tears flowing like a waterfall.

"Mommy...Daddy...I...I...m-miss you!"

Cindy opened the door the rest of the way and walked to her sister.

"I miss them, too," she said, and placed her hands on Claire's shoulders.

Cindy led Claire back to bed and hugged her as they both quietly cried themselves to sleep.

Melody was the first to wake. She checked on James and he was still warm to the touch. The fire was burning low and needed to be tended. Reluctantly, she crawled out from under the covers.

Melody started to fix coffee and did her best to be quiet. Claire and Cindy still woke up. They claimed that it was the smell of coffee, and not, any noise that Melody may have made. The sisters agreed to let James sleep.

They put up curtains and put away clothes. They turned the small cabin into their home. The furniture could wait till James was better.

Claire looked around their new home - it still needed something on the barren walls. Something for the fireplace's mantel. She needed to decorate.

"If this is going to be our home, then by god, I want it to look it."

"Um, er, what?" James was sitting up.

"James, so sorry for waking you."

"What time is it?"

"2:37 p.m." Cindy said looking at her cell phone.

"Mm k. Can I get something to drink? Maybe some coffee?"

"Sure, would you like some apple juice?" Cindy held up the bottle.

"Yeah...that would be good."

James, drinking his juice, surveyed his sister's handiwork. The cabin was starting to look really nice. James even told them so - as he walked out the door. He was in his boxers.

Cindy and Claire wandered off to the barn to see what else they could find for the cabin. Cindy took the opportunity to resume their previous conversation.

"Do you plan on having sex with James?"

Claire stopped dead in her tracks. She had hoped that this conversation would have been later, much later. Preferably never.

"I don't plan on it."

"But?" Cindy smiled.

"But...I don't know. I have some very strong feelings for James."

"And you don't know if you could..."

"Stop myself?"

Cindy continued to walk to the barn "Right. After all, you did force him to finger you."

"So, what if I do have sex with James? Not like it concerns anyone, except for James and I."

Cindy stopped at the barn door - turned towards Claire. "How does James feel about what happened?"

"He said that if things were different, he would date me."

"When did he say that?"

"After I masturbated him."

"That's what I thought! He turned you down, and then you just had to force him to finger you! Claire just had to have what Claire wanted, and be damn with how James felt! Just like in high school."

"That's not fair Cindy."

"How is it not fair? You had a boyfriend every month. You used them and then just threw them away."

"That's not what happened. I dumped guys that turned into octopuses. I don't like to be groped. Just because I go out with someone doesn't mean that I want to have sex."

Melody could hardly believe what she was hearing. She had wanted to pick out some things to decorate with as well. She followed her sisters to the barn and overheard everything. Melody was jealous and upset that Claire had some physical activity with James before she had.

When Cindy told Claire not to hurt James, to treat him well and not to force him into anything or Cindy would scratch her eyes out, Melody smiled.

Melody was still upset with Claire, and returned to the cabin. She checked on James who was back to sleep on the mattress. He was still warm but not as warm as he had been.

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Tonight was warmer than it had been. The girls had contemplated about the fire, and decided that James still should have a one. It was almost too warm. James' sisters wore their underwear to bed.

Melody's dream was not of knights, but of James. His hands were massaging her pert breasts from behind. His kisses, soft on the back of her neck. His body pressed firmly against her back; flesh to flesh.

James was grinding his hips into her well defined buttocks. Slowly his member grazed her womanhood. The tip gently rubbing against her clit as it slid back and forth.

Small tremors danced across Melody's body. James's hands felt like magic as he pulled ever so gently on her nipples. Melody held her breath as her vaginal muscles contracted over and over.

Melody's eyes flickered open to the sight of the flames licking at half burnt logs. Firelight and shadows danced around the room. Her hand came to her breast and found another.

Melody held the hand in place. She could feel a warm body gently pressed to her back. Feel the grinding of a hip into her butt cheeks. Feel the warm wet hard pressure that slid between the folds of her box.

Melody's legs quivered as she realized that it was James's hand on her breast,and his manhood sliding through her box. She closed her eyes and listened to his regular breathing. Her hand gently squeezing his as he continued to caress her breast.

James's prick became wetter as Melody's body released more of her fluids. The slow and short movements were steady as he continued to glide through her labia. His tip never lost contact with her hooded maiden.

"Mel," escaped softly as James's cock flexed.

Melody's body rippled as she felt hot pulse after pulse of James's seed blast her clit. James then let out a soft snore and rolled away. Melody could hardly move. She missed his touch. She rolled over, laid her head on his shoulder and drifted back to sleep.

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James arose just before dawn. He felt better than he had for the last couple of days. While he was dressing, he noticed that the cabin's walls were adorned with many of his creations. Half a dozen dream catchers, spice racks, key holders and what not.

Smiling, he grabbed the bottle of apple juice, then walked out the door. James was standing on the porch marveling at the view. The mountain's peaks were bathed in the early morning light. He was pleased that it was not as cold as it had been.

Looking around, James noticed the limb that the bear had left on the porch. Picking it up, he remembered the bear. James played with the limb as he walked to the barn. It was fairly pliable and would make a great rim for a large dream catcher.

He left the limb in the barn and grabbed a chainsaw and ax, that he had picked up at garage sale. He loaded them in his pickup, and took off. James didn't want to be too close to the house, didn't want to wake his sisters.

James spent the morning cutting fire wood and thinking about the dream he had last night.

He dreamt of sex with Claire that turned into sex with Melody. James could have sworn that he could smell her in his dream. Feel her body pressed firmly against his.

"FUCK!" James realized almost to late; he needed to pay more attention.

James took a deep breath, looked at the hole in the ground next to his foot. He put the chainsaw down, and sat on the tailgate of his pickup. Logs were scattered all over; James tried to recall how many downed trees he had cut.

He gave up and loaded what he could fit in the bed of the pickup. James had maybe two more loads of logs still on the ground. He also had a load of smaller limbs.

James arrived back at the cabin, after dropping off half the load at the other cabin, the one he took wood from their first night. His sisters were pissed. They admonished him for not leaving a note and for going out while he was still sick. James did his best to tell them he felt fine, but eventually had to agree to stay in for another day or two.

James' sisters took care of the wood. They unload the truck, split and stacked wood. What the girls couldn't split, they left for James.

"I'm tired of soup," Claire was staring at her bowl.

"Well, you could have picked out more than just chicken noodle," Cindy said looking back at Claire.

"It was on sale."

"Maybe James can have a look at that wood stove, when he feels better," Melody was stirring her noodles in constant circles.

"I don't feel bad, so...maybe I will look at it tomorrow."

James knew that he would at least have something else to do, besides move furniture all day. He also knew that he could get back outside. Well, for a little while anyways.

Melody wanted to bathe. Her sisters agreed that they all should, since they all had been splitting and stacking wood for most of the afternoon. When the sisters started to get ready, James started to look for a sheet.

"What are you doing?" Claire inquired.

"Putting up a curtain."

"Why?"

"Because."

"Because, why?"

"Just because."

James put the sheet up. He didn't want to see his sisters naked. He had a hard enough time dreaming about them already. He didn't want more fuel for that fire.

James had made a mistake. It was worse with the sheet, due to the silhouettes dancing on the sheet. His sisters' movements were exotic; as they took turns washing and rinsing one another. James did his best not to watch. He moved furniture, but always caught sight of the silhouettes.

Hands on each other backs, the protruding breasts, as water was poured over them. Whispered comments too low to hear. James wished he could go outside. He needed and wanted to escape.

James should have put up a blanket. He should have remembered elementary school. He did, but only after it was too late. James did the only thing he could; he kept moving furniture.

James laid on the mattress staring at the the ceiling. He had tried to sleep, but the sheep had other appointments. That, or the Sandman had used up his allotment for James. He wasn't tired. When he did manage to close his eyes, all he could see was silhouettes. Three pretty girls on the sheet.

James turned his head to his left and looked at Cindy. She appeared to be asleep. James then looked to his right. Claire seemed to be sleeping as well. James slid out of the bed and got a cup of cold water.

James welcomed the cooling effect on the fire in his stomach, but it did little to extinguish the other fire he felt.

James had another cup, then went outside. He stood on the edge of the porch and enjoyed the cool fresh air. He could smell the smoke that lingered on his flesh, mingling with the smell of pine trees. James closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

Images of his sisters' naked wet bodies were still fresh in his head. His sisters standing up on the stairs of their childhood home. The silhouettes of them bathing. The naked body of Claire in the rental truck. James pulled his penis through the opening of his boxers, and began to relieve himself.

His hand worked up and down his steadily growing member. He fantasized about Claire sucking his cock in the rental truck. She had masturbated him once, but he imagined that she had his cock deep in her mouth. Her head bobbed up and down slowly as she worked his member from the tip down towards the base.

James' hand slowly worked a bit faster on his now hardened cock. His breathing deepened as his head tilted back.

"That's it, Claire," he whispered to the wind.

James paused as his fingers rubbed his precum around the head of his manhood. He slowly let his hand slide to the base. He felt a hot wet presence touch the tip of his cock.

James looked down, right into Claire's light blue eyes, just as the head of his cock vanished behind the soft wet lips that followed its contour. With his cock's head fully in her mouth, James felt her tongue's tip swirl around one way and then the other. Then the flat of her tongue did the same.

Claire had been watching James through a crack in the door. When he tilted his head back, she slipped outside. Claire moved down and off the porch and stood in front of James. She watched him stroke up and down and listened to his soft moans. As she watched, she slid her hand into her panties. Her fingers found the heat and her juices emanating from her box. She worked her fingers around her lower lips and across her sensitive clit.

She knew that James wanted her, when he called her name, even if it was just a fantasy. She watched as James smeared his cock with precum, and when his hand moved out of the way, she kissed the tip. Claire looked up, as she took her brother's cock unto her mouth.

Although she was unable to see his eyes, she knew that he could see hers. Claire explored James's cock with her tongue. It felt so soft and velvety, and slick with his precum. The taste was better than she had hoped. Just sweet with a hint of salt.

Claire slowly worked a bit more of James's cock into her mouth. Her tongue bathed his shaft and felt every vein and bump. Her mouth started to water, as she came to realize that she truly enjoyed his flavor. She pulled back just a fraction and heard a shuddered gasp escape.

Claire licked and probed the tiny slit and was rewarded with more precum. Claire was in heaven. She had found a gift from the gods: her brother's cock. She reveled in his taste; she desired more.

More fluids coated Claire's fingers as she continued to work on her box and James's penis. Her fingers found her vagina and entered. Claire pushed her fingers deeper into herself as she took more of his cock into her eager mouth. Her fingers synced with the bobbing of her head.

Claire could feel James's pulse through her tongue; it matched her own heart beat. The more she worked his member deeper into her mouth, the more her saliva built up. She took a breath through her nose and swallowed.

James was shocked, amazed, giddy and a hundred other emotions flooded his being. He was getting his first BJ, from his sister no less. James's legs started to tremble. He reached for an eave of the porch with his free hand. His sister had just deep throated him.

"Um, oh my god! Claire, that feels awesome!"

"Mmmm."

James released his grip from his cock, and grabbed a support beam. He had to spread his feet apart just a bit. James had been drowning in Claire's eyes, but he just had to watch his cock as it slid into her throat, multiple times. James could feel his nut sack tingle. Claire would moan and his balls would tingle more. He felt every vibration race to his nuts. James looked back into her eyes and noticed that they had glazed over; her eyelids began to droop.

James's legs started to shake the moment Claire closed her eyes as she began to quiver. James's head fell back as his orgasm leaped from his cock.

Claire's orgasm overtook her legs and she quickly wrapped her arms around James's waist. Multiple blasts of cum flowed down her throat, her manna, her reward for her worship of the man she loved. Claire's legs gave way and James slipped from her mouth. She held James tight, turned her face to the side, and pinned his cock between her cheek and his leg.

The cool air chilled Claire's legs giving her the strength to stand. She looked up at James, and he looked as if he had been crucified or paused in between jumping jacks.

Claire then cleaned cum and saliva from James's penis with her tongue. Kissed his ball sack and then wandered off to the outhouse. When she returned to the cabin, she found Cindy and Melody curled up to James. So she just crawled back into bed next to Cindy. She looked at the fire, smiled to herself, and drifted off to sleep.

Cindy pushed up against James as he slept. She was pissed off at Claire. Claire may not have forced James into the blow job, but she most definitely performed a sneak attack. What guy would stop a woman from giving him a BJ after his cock was already in her mouth? None.

Next time, she would have to get up at the same time, not wait a few and then look out the window. She hugged James tight and kissed his shoulder, then rolled over towards Claire. Cindy was not going to let Claire sneak off again, so she snuggled up close to her sister's back. As she lay she could smell James's cum. She knew what semen smelled like. Although James's smell was more pleasant.

Cindy put her hand to Claire's face and felt something sticky in Claire's hair next to her ear. She collected some of it on her middle finger, and brought it up to her nose. 'Mmm,' it did smell pretty good. Cindy then stuck out her tongue...

To be continued...

This is a work of fiction. All parties involved are 18+ in age.

I would like to thank GrandTeton for his editing and for his time and input.

I would also like to thank everyone for their feedback and comments. I do take what info you give me into account. Please vote.

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Road to the Sun Chapter 4: Where have all the flowers gone

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Melody was snuggled up against James on the king-sized mattress, she had a tightness in her chest. The only man in her life seemed to be falling prey to her oldest sister, Claire. She listened to the play by play rendition by her twin sister Cindy, replay in her mind like a broken record. The pain started to feel like a heavy weight deep in her chest, with thousands of sharp shards of broken glass trying to force themselves outwards. Melody pressed herself tighter to her brother.

She did her best to push the commentary out of her mind. To try and relax by taking slow deep breaths. Even so, a barrage of questions assaulted her: "Why do I feel this way? Am I jealous of Claire? Am I afraid of losing James to Claire? Do I have the right to have our brother to myself? What do I do about his statement to Claire? What do I do about 'if things were different'?"

More questions than answers. She knew that time would reveal the answers she sought. She still didn't feel any better. As if by fate, James rolled towards Melody, wrapped her up in his arms, and pulled her tight. His embrace was warm and caring, just what she needed. It made her feel better. Soon she forgot about the pain and the commentary. This is what she needed, what she wanted: to be embraced in her brother's arms. She snuggled her head against him and soon was dreaming of her knight.

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Cindy awoke fairly early. The dream she had was just a replay of her older sister and brother on the porch. She had watched the entire live porno playout through a crack in the door. She was astounded that her sister would yet again take advantage of their brother, what audacity! She remembered the taste of her brother's cum, the few drops that she had foraged from Claire's hair. Cindy had tasted a few guys' cum in her time, her past boyfriends' mainly, and a time or two with just someone she met at a party. She didn't know if it was the cum itself, or the fact that it belonged to her brother, that made it taste as good as it did. She felt a bit strange for taking the cum in the first place. But she liked its flavor and took a second helping. Now looking at the back of Claire's head, she was wondering what the deal was with her sister's obsession: their brother.

Claire rolled over and looked directly into Cindy's eyes. Cindy could tell that Claire now knew that she was aware of what had happened on the porch last night. All without a single word. Cindy got up and motioned to her oldest sister to follow her.

Once outside, Claire started to say something. Cindy cut her off.

"I thought we had agreed that you would not force James?!"

"I didn't force James!"

"And I suppose he asked you to suck his cock!?"

"Well, he sort of did."

"What do you mean 'he sort of'?"

Claire slumped her shoulders. "While he was on the porch... jacking off, he called my name."

"So, he said your name while he played. And that gave you permission to suck his dick?" Cindy was getting madder by the second. "So, does that mean if I am finger fucking myself, and call out your name, that you will just come right over and eat my pussy?"

"Well...no."

"What the fuck is wrong with you!? Why is it that all of a sudden you have to get your kicks from James! For gods sakes he is our brother! And on top of that, he turned you down!"

"Well that doesn't seem to stop you and Melody."

"What?"

"Don't give me some holier than thou speech when you are munching carpets with our sister! I know you two have been going at it!"

It was Cindy's turn to slump. Her sister was right. She and her twin had enjoyed sex at the hotel on the last night of the move.

"Yeah, well... we didn't force ourselves on the other. And neither did we turn the other down! So it is different. What is going on with you?"

Claire's eyes started to water. She took a few deep breaths and lowered her head.

"Something happened at college this spring. I don't know what to think of it, or how to explain it."

Cindy was perturbed. Not only at her sister but at herself as well. She had never considered that Claire could have problems of her own.

"Just start with what happened at college and we then can work through it."

"I was dating this guy for a few months. And when spring break came, we decided to go to a beach house that his parents owned. While we were there, I came across a stack of letters, hidden behind some blankets in a cupboard. While he was out getting wood, I read them. They were love letters. They went into great detail of their sex life with each other. The letters told of how deeply and passionately they loved each other.

"As I read them, it became clear that the letters were between a brother and a sister. I only ever found one name written, Lori. As I read them, they seemed so in love. I had to find out who Lori was.

"So, while we were eating, I asked him if he knew a Lori. He told me it was HIS sister! That she had died in a car accident years ago. He asked me how I knew that name and I just said that while he was sleeping he said her name. He got a bit flushed and apologized.

"So, to make a long story short, we were having sex later that night and he called her name. He must have been really upset because we drove back to the dorms the next morning. When I went to his room the next day, his roommate said he had dropped out and moved away the day we got back.

"Well, after that I had thought about you and Melody. Are you in love with her?"

"Hmm, it is something that I have thought about. But I can't say that I am for sure. I do love her but I'm not sure if I'm in love, if you know what I mean. Anyways, what does this have to do with you and James?"

"Well... like I said, I was thinking of you two. And I came to realize that a family bond is strong. Then I met up with an ex. Had a bit too much to drink, and one thing led to another. While we were going at it, I called out James' name. I saw him in my head. It was his cock slamming into me, his cock making me orgasm. And ever since then, it is always James in my head when I orgasm. I just can't get him out of my head. No matter whom I'm with."

Cindy scratched her head for a moment. "So... you're saying that you haven't had an orgasm since, without thinking of James?"

"That's what I said. I have tried to think of actors and athletes and old boyfriends. Nothing seems to work. And then, well...now I just give up and let my mind go to James."

"So... This whole thing is you using James to get off?"

"It is much more than that."

"What do you mean?"

"I don't know why, but when I'm with James... well, my orgasms are just so ... so... well, they are just the most powerful and mind blowing ones that I have ever had."

"So... you're going to continue to try to get James to service your needs?"

Claire threw her hands up and declared: "I don't know what the fuck to do! I just don't. What am I supposed to do? Can you tell me that? Can you tell me why I am some sort of fucked up bitch who has the hots for her own brother? Why I can no longer enjoy pleasing myself without thinking of him? Can you tell me that?"

Cindy felt like a dolt to have pushed her sister into that confession.

"I am so sorry. But I have no idea what to say. I only know that the sex I have with Melody is intense. It's not like anything I have ever had with anyone else. Maybe it's due to the fact that it is looked down on, or maybe that we will never know anyone the way we know our own family.

"Well, let's think on it for awhile," Cindy continued. "Maybe you should also try talking to James as well. I don't want to see our brother get hurt, or you for that matter. Just let him have a choice."

"But he has already told me that if things were different he would date me."

"Well...that's why you need to talk to him. Let him know what is going on with you. It's not that you need to be lovers or anything like that. Just something more like siblings with benefits. He might change his mind or at least have a better idea of what to do."

Claire then started to cry. Cindy felt bad for her and hugged her tight. She was not sure if she had done the right thing. She truly did not want to see anyone get hurt or taken advantage of. She did wish that things had been different. That they were back home with Mom and Dad.

"I think we need a time out. Why don't we go to town and get the mail? We can do some shopping and maybe get something to eat."

Claire looked at Cindy and nodded her agreement. Then she added: "Maybe we can even do some laundry. I don't want to try and do it all by hand."

"Sure, I don't really want to do laundry, but I really don't want to do it by hand either!" Cindy laughed.

They quietly went back inside and got everything together, got into the SUV, and took off to town.

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Melody awoke slowly to the cool air that kissed her back. She tried to grab more of the blanket but was unable to locate it in her groggy state. She sat up slowly and surveyed the bed. No blankets were to be found. She got up and searched for a warmer shirt. No shirts or pants, either. No clothes, period. She also noted that she had no sisters as well. Just a simple note that said they were going to do laundry. She went to the fireplace and built a larger fire.

As she sat on the edge of the mattress, drinking her coffee, her thoughts drifted back to her brother. She was in love with him. No ands, ifs or buts about it. She was going to have to talk to James. She was not going to try to seduce him. She wouldn't force him to do anything that he didn't want to do. If he wanted her? She would be ecstatic. If not? Definitely heart broken. But, if he did, she wanted to give him her virginity, and take his as well. Today was the day. No sisters, no outside influence, and no tricks.

She was nervous; that was a given. She waited for James to have his coffee and to piss. But before she could start, he decided that he was going to check out the wood stove.

The Liberty wood stove was a cast iron squat contraption that sat opposite the fireplace. It stood about knee high, on four claw-foot legs. It was as wide as Melody's forearm was long and as long as her leg. It had a galvanized steel pipe that rose from the back, then a right angle piece and then two more pipes. The last one passed through a hole in the wall.

She assisted him when he cleaned it out, helped hold the pipes when he tested their connections, helped with carrying the ladder in from the barn. She was holding the ladder steady for him as he worked on taking the outside pipes apart.

Outside there was another galvanized steel pipe, then another right angle and then two more pipes that ran straight up past the roof.

James was standing on the ladder in his black boxer briefs and tennis shoes. He was trying to disconnect the angled pipe from the one that led back into the cabin. Melody decided to start.

"James?"

"Hmmm?"

"Do you love me?"

"Yep, fucking figures. I think I need to get some of my tools."

"James? Did you did hear me?"

"What? Oh yeah, I'm going to need something to clean the insides of the pipes. Maybe the old mop." James climbed down from the ladder and walked off towards the barn.

Melody just stood and watched her brother trudge off. She was miffed and amused. Miffed because he had his ignored her and amused at the sight of her brother walking around in his underwear and a pair of shoes. Not that it was a funny sight. It was of course, but she was amused that she found it sexy as well.

She had to wonder if he found her sexy, as well. Then she remembered the other night. James was dreaming about having sex with her. He had his cock sliding between her pussy lips, rubbing against her clitoral flesh and splashing it with his cum. He had called her name as he rocked against her. But he was running a fever at time. Well, at least she knew that he had fantasized about her.

She looked down at her own body. A slight smile came to her lips as she noticed how her nipples pushed the light pink nightie away from her breasts. Her gaze continued down to her flat and well toned abdomen, then lower to her faded pink panties. Her smile grew at the memories of James' many attempts to do laundry. Her eyes continued down her shapely legs to the knee high boots with the faux rabbit fur trim. 'Hell yeah! I do look hot!'

She looked back up just in time to see her brother walking back. He was carrying a toolbox, the old mop and a tree limb. He dropped the limb on the porch before he came back to her and the ladder.

"What's with the limb?"

"I'm going to turn it into a dream catcher."

"Is that the one the bear left on the porch?"

"Yeah."

She smiled to herself. He always loved doing things like that. She was positive it would be beautiful. Just one of the many things that she adored about him. Some of the others were his blue eyes and the longest eyelashes, ones that every woman would envy. His light brown hair. The dimples when he smiled. Just looking at him made her wet, made her heart flutter. She had never had that type of reaction with any other guy. She had always found other females more to her liking. James was different.

She took a few deep breaths and once again tried to start.

"James?"

"I'm going to need the Phillips screwdriver."

She handed it to him.

"James?"

"Hold these for me. And don't lose them."

She watched her brother start to wiggle the pipes apart for a moment. She tried to calm down. She was irritated now. She shook her head and...

"Claire will want you to eat her puss..." she started.

Melody's laughter consumed her as she observed her brother. He was covered with gunk that continued to drip down on his head. He had been doing his best to keep from thinking about last night. He fumbled with the pipes when his sister mentioned Claire and the word 'puss'.

"You look like that zombie that came out of the barrel in The Return of the Living Dead."

James wiped the crud from his eyes and smiled. "Brains!" and reached out for her.

Melody jumped backed and yelled: "Hit it in the brains!"

"I hit it in the fucking brain!" he bellowed. Then just about gagged as the awful stuff seeped onto his lips. He spat a few times then laughed.

"Hand me the mop, please."

She did and continued to laugh as he wiped his face with the mop. He took a moment then used the mop to clean out the pipes. He put everything back together and joined his sister back on the ground.

With an evil look on his face, he once again reached out: "If you love me, then let me eat your brains."

"Don't you dare touch me!"

She ran around the cabin and he gave chase. He called out "Brains!" and pursued her around the pickup truck.

"James! Don't you dare touch me!"

"You already have some on your arm and legs anyways."

"Gross! Oh my god! Yuck! I have to wash. I can't take this stuff on me." Her hands were shaking.

Down at the creek bank they stripped. They washed each other's hair and backs. They both were too consumed with getting the muck off to be bothered with the idea of each being naked. James noticed that Melody still had some in her hair and rewashed it for her.

She stood still and gazed out over the valley: its rolling valley floor crisscrossed by the creek. The valley was bordered with mountains on three sides, the largest of which was at the far end. It was a truly gorgeous place, one that belonged in a epic motion picture. The perfect location.

She turned around and placed her arms around his neck. He automatically placed his hands on her hips. She got on her tippy toes and gently kissed his lips.

"Thank you"

"You're more than welcome."

She kissed his lips lightly once more then backed off just a bit.

"I love you, James." Then she kissed him ever so softly.

Her lips pressed against his more firmly as the kiss continued. She could feel herself getting warmer. Her lips became more demanding and they parted. Her tongue slipped between his lips and sought his tongue. When he started to explore hers, she wrapped her arms around his neck tighter. His arms encircled her. Their bodies pressed tighter together and the kiss became more passionate, more urgent and compelling. Her fingers combed through his hair and pulled him even closer. His hands started to roam up and down her back. She then started to grind her mound against his thigh.

James could feel her wet breasts pressing firmly against his chest, her pubic mound grinding against his thigh, the moisture trails her breasts and mound left behind. His hand firmly caressed her back from her neck down to her butt cheeks. He squeezed both twice before his hands once again moved higher. The feel of his hardening cock pressing against her hip drove Melody wild. She pulled him down towards the ground and he gently laid her back onto the grass.

She watched him sit back on his calves before he looked her in the eyes.

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James could see the desire in his sister's eyes, her passion, her need and love. This was the second sister who seemed to need more from him than he had already given. He had to admit to himself that he also needed something physical. He knew deep down that he cared for all of his sisters. He would do what he had to do for them. But, this he did not have to do. This, he wanted to do. He wanted her, more than anything that he could ever remember. He enjoyed the times that he had spent with Melody over the years. Now those times felt more like dates with a girlfriend. Not that he knew what a girlfriend date was like, but something akin to one in his mind. He loved her as a sister, but wanted her as a woman. He knew that at this very moment, things had changed. Everything in their lives had changed: Mom and Dad had died; they had a new place to call home; there was a new life ahead of them, and an old life left behind. He was not sure what would change after this moment between them. But change there would be. His desire was far stronger than his reluctance to change their relationship. He leaned forward and kissed her ever so softly upon her lips.

He then moved to her side and lay down beside her. His finger found her hairline and then traced the outline of her face, down past her ear to her jaw line, down to her chin and up the other side and past the ear to where he first started. Then he let his finger travel down her forehead between her eyebrows to her nose, on down to the tip, then to her lips. He outlined her lips then kissed her softly once more. His finger then moved down to her chin and then down the center of her throat. His eyes took in every inch that his finger traveled. His gaze and finger travelled down her sternum to the base of her left breast. Up around her mammary to the top, down towards her areola. He noticed that the pale pink areola had puffed up along with the small bumps that it contained. His finger then traveled up and over her hardened nipple then down the soft breast to her ribs.

"James, that feels so soft and almost tickles."

He never said a word, just continued his exploration. Back to her sternum and then down to her belly button his finger and eyes went. Down to her mound, once shaven but now with stubble. He then changed direction by going up towards her iliac crest. Then down the center of her thigh, over her knee and down the shin. To her ankle and then ending at her big toe.

Her breathing had become stuttering gasps for air. She swallowed hard and lifted her head. She looked down her body to where her brother now sat; perched at her feet. She tilted her back and looked at the valley once more as he kissed her toes and then lightly licked them.

He kissed and licked his way up her calf ever so slowly. He did the same to the inside of her knee and traveled even slower as he worked his way up the inside of her thigh. Her legs were well toned, those of a gymnast. He could smell the musky exotic aroma that emanated from her core. Ever so slowly and gently he worked his way towards her pussy. Once there he licked and kissed her wet mons till she pulled his head up and over her pubic mound.

He did not complain, just started to kiss and lick up to her belly button. He probed the indentation with his tongue and swirled his tongue around it a time or two. Then he once again moved his lips and tongue in kisses and licks up to her sternum. Around the base of her right breast then up its side. He then worked his tongue's tip around her swollen areola before he covered it with his mouth.

"Oh god! Feels so good, James," she moaned.

He sucked on her areola and flicked her nipple with his tongue. He tried to take her whole breast into his mouth. When he was unable to he went back to licking the nipple. Then he dragged his teeth over the gland while he swirled his tongue's tip around her nipple's tip.

"Kiss me," she whispered.

She spread her legs wide as he moved up to kiss her. As his lips touched hers, she moved her hips and worked them till she felt the head of his member graze her sex. His tongue worked into her mouth as his cock slid down the slick slit and entered her most private of places. They both let out moans into one another's mouths as he sank deeper into her hot moist canal. Inch by inch she felt his large penis stretch her. It felt so much better than any vibrator or finger. He paused for a moment to let his sister get used to his invading member. He back out just a bit, then started to push forward. She was tight. He felt like he was trying to separate two wet pieces of velvet. Once he was totally buried in her, deeper than anything ever had been, he moved onto his forearms. He moved his hands under her shoulders and held onto them.

Their kiss deepened as they both started to grind their mounds together. She brought her legs up to her brother's sides and hooked her heels at the base of his buttocks locking them both together. As they ground together his pubic bone would slide over her mound, pressing and grinding against her clit, then back up and over her mound, causing his manhood to drag against her clit as well.

"James...James...James," she panted as they consummated their love.

They ground their mounds together as he slid in and out of her. Over and over again the two converged as one. Their bodies became hotter as they kissed and ground in the late September sun.

Their breathing had become more labored and their motion more animalistic. The grinding changed into thrusting.

Melody's words turn to grunts and moans as her brother started to pound into her. Her fingers clawed at his back and her legs drove him to pound her ever harder. Primal instinct overcame them. Combined sweat glued their stomachs together. A sucking pop emanated from abdominal flesh when they pulled apart. Still they rutted in the grass of the valley floor. Her legs started quivering and James felt a flash of heat rush throughout his body. His legs started to quiver.

"C...umm...w...with...mmmeee...Jaaa.."

His semen erupted into her; hot pulse after pulse sprayed against her cervix. Her body convulsed as his streams of white goo filled her body. He pounded in and spurt then backed out just a bit then pounded in to spurt again. Over and over again till he could no longer hold his weight on his forearms and collapsed on top of her. She wrapped her arms around his back and they both tried to lie still, panting and swallowing and gulping for air. She quivered as each hot spray of his cum emptied into her womanhood. He quaked at each spurt that lurched from his cock.

Melody slowly recovered and started to caress his back. He lay still, spent of all energy. She just enjoyed the feeling of her brother pressed against her, his cock buried deep. He took a deep breath and his cock flexed; she in turn squeezed him with her vaginal muscles.

"I love you, my dear brother."

"I love you too, my dear sister," he replied, kissing her passionately.

With his cock now soft and slipping from its new-found home, he rolled off of her. Melody curled up to his side and laid her head on his chest. Her fingers ran around in small circles over his stomach. She looked over his chest at the valley beyond, smiled and kissed his neck.

"Yep, perfect," then she fell asleep next to her lover: her brother.

*******

Dr. Alicia Whiteowl watched the two young women leave her office. She was a bit surprised that the pair had gotten the Depo-Provera birth control shot, and that they both had Heterchromia. Even though it is rare condition, the reservation did have a few others who had the same thing, herself included. Another thing that had surprised her was the fact that their family had moved here.

'Well, more to gossip about,' she thought to herself.

She went back into her office and looked into the mirror. Jet black hair that would have come to her lower back if she had it out of the bun it was currently in. Brown eyes that had green around her irises. Her high cheek bones and a dark complexion were typical of Native Americans in this part of the country. She turned to the side and looked at herself in profile. Her hands came up and cupped her breasts and gave them a light squeeze. 'Not bad for a 32 year old,' she thought. She did weigh more than both of the young girls who had just gone. She was 132 pounds compared to Claire's 124 and Cindy's 115 pound frames.

She had expressed her hoped that the younger girl's twin sister would come in for the birth control shot as well, but learned that after an accident during a gymnastics meet she had been injured and was unable to have children. She looked back at her own eyes in the mirror; they were sad. She wished that she had found a love to give her children. There was still time.

*******

"So...tell me again why we just got on birth control?" Claire asked, while climbing into the SUV.

"Just in case you do manage to get James to play 'hide the Salami', and for me, well, just cause I am out of the pills and the shot is cheaper. That and we no longer need to remember to take a damn pill every morning."

Claire just sighed and started up the SUV. It was finally time to pick up a few groceries. They only needed to cross the street to get to the store. Shopping took less than ten minutes. If they weren't so tired, and had more money, they would have spent longer. They both had high hopes for a good meal and bought some low grade steaks. At least it was better than chicken noodle soup again.

On the way back home, the two slowed down to look at a very nice home that had several cars parked out front. It was set far back from the main road; must have belonged to someone who didn't have money problems.

"Must be fucking nice to live in a place like that," Claire quipped.

"Maybe one day we will have a nice place."

"Only if Hell freezes over."

"Quit being so pessimistic, sis. We may not end up in a place like that, but I doubt that we will live in the cabin for the rest of our lives."

"I hope you are right."

They sat on the berm of the road and watched people enter and exit the large home. Some were carrying mops and brooms, others were carrying out what looked like garbage. Five minutes later they headed home.

*******

Melody awoke to the sound of a really loud snort. She looked over her shoulder and her eyes went wide. She shook James till he woke and then motioned him to look towards the creek. They both sat up slowly and stared at the large elk standing on the creek bank drinking. As they stood up, they noticed that they were surrounded by a herd of elk. They gently and quietly got their clothes then headed back to the cabin.

On the way back they held hands and she rested her head on his shoulder. She was looking at the ground when she found a strange looking branch and showed it to her brother. He took it from her and said it was a piece of an antler. He kept it and took it with them.

Melody went to the barn to find some of their old clothes to wear while James fixed a bath for them. He decided to bathe when she still hadn't returned. He was done by the time she finally came back and dressed quickly.

He watched her bathe while he took the branch the bear had brought and lashed the ends together. It was a fairly good sized circle. He hung it in the window and tied the piece of antler to it. He continued to watch his sister bathe. He noticed his cum running down the inside of her thigh.

She looked over her shoulder at him and smiled, then blew him a kiss. He returned the kiss and then pointed out the white goo that oozed down her leg. She giggled and then washed her recently deflowered pussy.

"I didn't hurt you, did I?"

"No, you didn't hurt me. It was exquisite. You did really well. I enjoyed it."

"I was a bit worried that I may have caused you pain. I know you've never been with a guy before. And I always thought that when you lost your cherry, it would hurt."

"James, I lost my cherry long ago when Cindy and I first started in gymnastics. Lots of girls lose them during sports."

"Ah, that I didn't know," he chuckled.

"And you don't have to worry about me getting prego either."

"You on the pill?"

"No, I umm...You remember the night you got into a fight with David?"

"Cindy's ex-boyfriend?"

"Yeah."

"I beat the shit out of him for saying he had sex with you and Cindy at the same time. That was the night you fell on the balance beam... OH MY GOD! I am so so sorry!"

"It's okay James."

"No, it's not okay! I caused you to get hurt, and now you can never have children. All because I couldn't control my temper!" He started to cry.

"James, I am fine with that. I never got bothered by that. I'm a lesbian and... well, I guess I'm bi now since I have you," she giggled. "And besides, it's not like we could have children together anyways."

He bowed his head. "Well, I wouldn't mind if we did."

Before he could even think, she jumped out of the make-shift bathtub, wrapped her arms around his neck and was kissing him fiercely. Her wet, pert breasts pressed tightly against his chest. Her hands ran the length of his back leaving trails of her bathwater from his shoulders to the waistband of his jeans. Her wet legs captured his right leg, drenching his pant leg with the moisture of water and of her desire.

Tongues swirled and dueled in an ongoing attempt by each to pin the other. Wet lips glided across each other's as the battle continued. Lips, teeth and tongues were the armaments that the two siblings employed in their passionate war.

Melody broke off her assault and ran back to her bath as the sound of an approaching vehicle travelling on a gravel road caught her ears. James wandered out the door and sat on the porch, waiting for the arrival of his other sisters.

*******

Unloading the contents of the SUV took just a small amount of time. Cindy kept an eye on her brother and on Claire. She was curious how he would react around her after the episode on the porch last night. James was a bit nervous. Claire seemed to enjoy watching him. When she looked closer at him, she noticed how wet he was.

"James, why are you wet?"

"'Cause someone took all the towels to the laundry."

Melody smiled at his reply; she knew well why he was wet. She looked over the grocery bags and pulled out the steaks. Claire started a fire in the wood stove and got ready to cook. Cindy sorted the mail from the large box and Melody flirted with James every time no one else was looking. Her winks and secret kisses caused him to blush.

"Are you feeling alright, James?" Cindy inquired. "You look flushed." She felt his forehead. "Hmm, you still feel a bit warm."

"I feel fine, sis."

"Well, we don't need you to get sicker. So...you better stay in for another day or two."

"Man! I'm fine!" he whined. "I have got shit to do and it's all outside crap. I need to check the roof and make sure we have enough wood for the winter. I don't want to be cutting wood when it's fifty below and snow flying."

"He is right you know, Cindy," Melody stated. "He really needs to get that stuff done soon. I, for one, don't cherish the idea of freezing this winter, and he has been fantastic all day today." She gave James a sultry smile.

"Well, fine. But make sure you stay warm and drink plenty of water."

"No worries, sis. I'll be fine."

The siblings ate their first good meal in what felt like ages. The first couple of steaks got rather crispy on one side, but Claire and Cindy didn't mind. They preferred their meat well done. Melody and James' steaks came out medium rare: perfect for them. They all enjoyed a baked potato and pre-made salad.

After dinner they read the mail and were delighted that their lawyer had sent them a check for the sale of a stock. Although it was puny, it was still money. Something that they were in real need of. Even more so after they came across their final utility bills.

"Well, thank goodness we didn't have to pay the full bills," Cindy mumbled.

"How's that?" came from Claire as she cleaned up dishes.

"They applied our security deposits to the final balance. Too bad we didn't get that money back." Cindy was frowning as she passed the check and bills to Claire.

Claire put them all in her purse: "So who's going with me tomorrow morning to take care of this stuff?"

"I'll go," Cindy answered quickly.

The siblings carried in wood and prepared for bed. Cindy separated Claire from James again and Melody lay on his other side facing him. She looked into his eyes and gave him a soft smile, then a quick soft kiss. She quickly looked over at her sisters to make sure they weren't looking and then mouthed the words "I love you". He smiled and returned the unspoken words and wrapped his arm around her. They looked into each other's eyes till they fell asleep.

*******

James was back to work cutting up the downed trees. Since the white pines were already laying on the ground, it made it easier to cut them up for firewood. He cut through them like butter. Melody loaded the rounds into the pickup truck. They had a huge pile of wood stacked up next to the cabin, and were making short work of the fifth load for the day. When the chainsaw ran out of gas, he sat down on what was left of the tree he was cutting.

"Hey, sis! Do we have any more water?"

"Yep! I filled up the jug the last trip," she said, and she brought the water to her brother.

She sat down on the log next to him and handed the jug to him. He took several long swigs and then poured a good bit over his head.

"You look like a drowned rat," she laughed.

James smiled and poured water over her head: "Now who's the drowned rat?"

She wiped her eyes with her shirt and then took in a mouth full of water. She turned towards her brother and spewed it into his face. They both laughed and then hugged. Her lips found his and kissed him passionately. They were both so involved with the kiss that they fell off the log backwards.

They laughed a few seconds before they went back to kissing. Her lips moved up his face and she kissed both of his eyes. The kisses continued down his nose and back to his lips. She kissed him deeply, driving her tongue as far back into his mouth as it would reach. Her hands found his shirt-tail and proceeded to pull his shirt off of him.

The shirt barely had time to land before her kisses reached his chest. She kissed her way to his right nipple and then licked it. Her tongue's tip swirled around it. It tasted salty from his sweat. She sucked the hardening piece of useless man flesh into her mouth and gently bit.

James sighed: "Good god! I didn't know licking my nipples could be so arousing."

She let go of his bud and kissed her way down his stomach. On her arrival at his bellybutton, she probed it with her tongue. While she played with her mouth, her hands went to work undoing his jeans.

*******

Cindy was on her way back home, alone. She and her sister Claire had deposited the check via an A.T.M. and paid off the bills over a pay-phone. Claire had found a part-time job at a local restaurant when they stopped for coffee. It would only be Fridays thru Sundays, and would more than likely only last a month. Cindy was happy for her sister, but wasn't going to hang around town for six hours while Claire finished her shift.

She had passed the large home that they had watched people go in and out of the day before when she came upon what looked like a police SUV stopped in the middle of the road. She came to a stop and realized that it was a park ranger's. Cindy was sitting for a few moments before deciding to get out and see what was going on. She just did get the door open when a tall, black-haired beautiful woman in uniform came around the side of the stopped vehicle.

"Hello, sorry for the hold up, but this darn thing died on me again. Could I trouble you for a jump?"

"Sure, no problem."

Cindy moved her SUV alongside the Ranger's, and popped the latch for the hood. The officer opened the hood and connected the jumper cables. They talked for a good while before they introduced themselves. Mariah Brines was her name. Her skin was the color of toffee. She was a tad bit taller than James. Her hair was so black, it looked like it had blue highlights. What got Cindy's attention most was Mariah's eyes, one brown and one green.

It took several attempts to get the SUV started. Mariah cursed the thing up one side and down the other. She called it every name in the book and several that Cindy had never heard before. She had commented that her patrol truck was in the shop, and that this one was only for backup. Every now and then, Mariah had to direct traffic. She threated to shoot the piece of shit when she was done. It finally started. She apologized to Cindy and revved it, telling her that if she didn't get moving it would die again.

*******

Melody's hand held her brother's cock by two fingers. It was the first one that she had ever held in her hand and the first that she actually was able to examine. She splayed her fingers as wide apart as they would go and tried to measure how long it was. With her thumb at her brother's mound the tip of her pinky finger came to just above the head of his cock.

"How long is it?" she asked, still enthralled with it.

"I have never measured it," He looked down his body at her.

"I thought all guys were obsessed with knowing."

"I'm not all guys."

She was sitting at her brother's side. Her face moved closer to him. The tip of her index finger traced every vein, then circled the rim of his cock's head. When she stopped, she noticed that a clear dollop of pre-cum had gathered on the tip of his penis.

A finger found its way to the liquid and tested its texture. It reminded her of baby oil. Her finger coated her brother's cock head with it. Her finger then traveled down the distal side of his member. Down to his ball sack. She took notice of how the skin had multiple pigments.

Browns, pink and pale white patchwork covered her brother's balls. She also took note that his pubic hair was coarse and a very light brown. Finally satisfied, she turned her attention back to the wonderful man meat.

She had tried to encompass her brother's shaft in her small hand. Her smile grew as she realized that she had taken that very cock deep into her own sex the day before. Her hand then moved upward to the top and then back down.

Her pace increased as she masturbated him. After several passes she was delighted to see that his cock's head became a purplish color and that more of the pre-cum had emerged. She was just about to run her thumb over his slit and smear that fluid over his entire cock when she decided to taste it.

"Oh gawd!" he muttered as her tongue made its first contact.

Melody couldn't decide if she liked the taste or not. She licked her way around his helmet like one would do a melting ice cream cone. The flat of her tongue ran from the base of his crown to its tip, lapping up every bit of liquid that was emitted. Her head lowered and then she licked his nut sack and up his phallus. When she reached the top she opened her mouth and took her brother in.

James watched as his sister took the head of his cock into her mouth. He felt her tongue slowly washing every millimeter of his engorged crown. Sometimes she flicked its tip rapidly with the tip of her tongue, other times it felt like she was using her tongue to write words. She applied just the smallest hint of suction as she pulled back on his cock's head and barely dragged her teeth along the way. His legs shivered.

She looked up and into his glossy eyes; smiled and then sank further down the length. She explored his cock with her mouth, his veins with her lips as his man meat passed through, her tongue when finally encapsulated in her oral cavity. She enjoyed the expressions that covered his face as she did her best to pleasure her brother's cock. It resembled an over-sized clit, and she decided to treat it like one. She tried to take as much of that large muscle into her mouth as she could. When it almost caused her to gag she backed off.

She bobbed up and down his shaft, using her tongue to slither back and forth. She applied more suction and watched her brother's face turn a bright red; his veins in his forehead promptly popped up. She felt his hips beginning to buck and his cock flex in her mouth. It seemed that her mouth became smaller as his cock grew ever thicker. Then, suddenly, she felt hot jets of semen splash the back of her mouth. His cock flexed and another jet hit the back of her throat. She swallowed hard and his cock slid into her throat and pulsed as several more blasts of cum erupted from him.

She had heard him say something a time or two, but was unable to understand anything until his cock popped from her mouth.

"Fucking Christ! Where the fuck did you fucking learn to do that?" He asked once he caught his breath.

She licked him clean and then tried to suck out a few more strands of cum, unable to find any: "I just did what I do to other girls. I take it that it worked," she laughed.

"Damn straight it worked! Fuck! God damn, sis. That was incredible!"

"Well...glad you enjoyed it," she beamed with a smile a mile wide. "You owe me one."

James tried to sit up, but fell right back onto the pile of sawdust. Melody helped him to his feet and dusted him off. She hadn't quite finished when he turned around and grabbed her by the waist. His kiss was passionate and yet hungry. It stopped only when they heard the SUV coming up the road.

With no more gas for the chainsaw, they loaded the pick-up and headed back to the cabin.

Cindy told her siblings about Claire's temp job, and that she would have to go back and pick her up later. After a short break, they all helped unload the truck and split wood. James split the dried wood like a knife through melted butter. The only pieces that gave him problems were the ones with knots or forks. They worked on the firewood till it was just too dark to see. Then they carried in what they would need for the night.

Melody asked her twin sister if she could pick up something for dinner when she went after Claire. They were all just too darn tired to cook and no one felt like cleaning up afterwards anyways. Hamburgers would be cold when she got back but nobody gave a damn. It was food. Cindy left half an hour later.

James gently kissed his sister on the forehead then looked in her eyes, placed his hand softly upon her cheek and tilted her head up towards his. Her lips found his and kissed him then backed away. Her eyes were moist and glossy: "I really do love you, James. I have loved you for as long as I remember. I love you more than I can even put into words."

"I love you as well, Melody. I wish I had the words too that could express my feelings for you. When I look at you, it feels like I'm on fire. My throat gets dry, and it feels like my heart is going to leap from my chest. I don't know how else to say it."

"That was perfect. I don't think anyone could have said it better." She kissed him.

The two kissed tenderly as they held each other. They laid back on the king sized mattress and never broke the kiss. They were both far too exhausted to do much else, and fell asleep in each others arms.

*******

Claire was tired and sore. When she came in with the food and saw her siblings sound asleep, she could sympathize. Cindy was getting undressed when she suggested that they both just let the other two sleep.

Claire nodded her agreement and undressed. They ate their French fries quietly then joined their siblings in bed. Neither had to wait for sleep to claim them.

*******

Mariah was pissed. She knew very well that the powers-that-be would take their time in fixing her vehicle. It was all due to her slip in judgment for letting an over-sized truck enter the national park. As part of her penalty she also had to endure extra shifts manning fire watch towers. Instead of having to spend four days at each tower, she now had to spend the entire week. With the piece of shit vehicle she had to drive, it took forever to get to and from a tower.

She was late getting to the watch tower she was assigned to work at this week. Tower 176 overlooked the northeast corner of the park. Her only visual link to civilization was the Canadian Border checkpoint. She carried in clothes and food she needed for the week. made her way to the generator and cursed it for the twenty minutes it took to get it started.

After she called in that she was on post, she sat down on the lumpy mattress. She chewed on her upper lip while thinking about the reason why she was in trouble.

There are times you just have your head some place other than where it should be. Hers came when that over-sized rental truck came to the west gate. It only took one look at the driver and her mind went south for the winter. She had seen him once before. She was sure of it. Just not able to remember where.

She had seen lots of hot guys at the park over the years, but he was different. There was something about him that made her wet and caused her to feel hot. Not just sexually hot, but like she was in a sweat-lodge during a warriors' pour. She couldn't catch her breath and waved her hand in front of her face. The driver just drove off and she let him go.

Just sitting there and thinking about him got her wet again. Remembering his blue eyes and light brown hair; that damn smile on his face: "God! I'd love to give him a tongue bath!"

She ripped her hand back out of her pants and stood up. She took a few deep breaths and went to the look out at the top of the tower.

*******

TO BE CONTINUED...

This is a work of fiction. All characters are 18 or older.

Comments and votes are welcome. Thank you.

I would like to thank GrandTeton for his editing and guidance and time spent.

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*******

James spent the entire day working on the cabin's roof. He had started at eight o'clock that morning removing moss, then changed over to replacing wooden shingles once everyone else was up. He was currently taking a break and looking up the valley. The sun was just above the peak of largest mountain at the far west end of the valley. He knew that it wouldn't be much longer before the valley and the cabin would be cast in its shadow. He was thankful for the soon to arrive relief. He turned to look back at the roof and then thought back to their old home. A smile came to him as he remembered having to replace the roof on that home too. Their old home had been built in the mid 1800's as a general store. Since it was two stories it also served as a hotel and post-office as well as a livery stable. His great-grandparents, on his father's side, bought the old store and renovated it sometime in the 1950's.

When all the siblings were finally in high school, his parents decided to take out a mortgage to renovate the old home yet again. They used some of the monies to pay for Claire's college and the rest to pay for his mother's nursing school. Thinking about his parents brought back another memory. The day that a Georgia State Trooper had given him the news that his parents were dead.

James had been the only one at home at the time. Claire, his oldest sister, was at work, and the twins, Melody and Cindy were off doing god only knows what. He had spent almost an hour talking with the trooper. He spent another hour burning up his cell phone trying to get in touch with his sisters.

The siblings spent the entire night crying and talking and making plans to go to New York to claim their parent's bodies. Claire stayed home because she just didn't think she could handle seeing their parent's dead bodies. Cindy wanted to stay home because she didn't want to leave Claire home alone.

James and Melody spent the three days and four bus transfers doing their crying. Melody decided that there was no way that she could identify their parent's bodies. She just couldn't force herself to see them dead. He had to identify the bodies alone - he was glad that he was the only one to have to do such a thing. He lost what little he had in his stomach. A shotgun blast to his mother's face would forever be his last memory of her. They had spent the rest of that first day in New York talking to the detectives and gathering their parents' personal possessions. The second day they paid off the hotel bill and visited the spot where their Mom and Dad died. Picked up their Mother's SUV and then headed for home.

James had been angry several times in his life. Dealing with Cindy's ex-boyfriend had been one of the worst. His parent's murder had been another. He cursed everything and anything that caused him to slow down on the trip back home. He wove in and out of traffic like Mario Andretti. Melody had to scream at him a few times to slow down. He had became so reckless that eventually Melody had to take over. She had forced him to stop at a rest area. If she hadn't, he knew that he would have most likely killed them both.

Dealing with two funeral homes was a pain in the ass. The one in New York was to pick up the bodies from the morgue and prep the bodies for flight home to Georgia. The funeral home in their home town was to pick up the bodies from the airport and conduct the funeral. The home town funeral home was by-far the worst to deal with. The funeral director trying to push for all the 'little extras' grated on all of the siblings' nerves. James was surprised that he guy hadn't offered dancing girls.

When the greedy bastard couldn't talk the siblings into getting another set of coffins to bury their parents in instead of using the coffins that James and Melody had chosen for transport, he tried to push for separate funerals and multiple viewing days. Then it was the in-ground vaults, the most expensive ones of course; the memorial or tomb stone - who knew what luxuries were available for the dead, and didn't you always want the best for your parents - as if their parents could care any more - and a plethora of other crap. James had thought he had burned up all his anger in his non-stop trip home from New York; however, the funeral director seemed to rekindle it. At least the guy in New York had pretended to care about more than his bottom line.

Melody walking towards the barn brought James back to the present. He gathered up his tools, quickly finished up with the last bit of the roof and climbed down the ladder. He had high hopes of being able to spend some time today with her.

"Do you need something to drink?"

James jumped.

"Fucking hell! You scared the shit out of me, Cindy."

"Sorry about that," she said complacently as she watched him pick up the tools he had dropped.

"That's okay. And, yes, I could use some water."

Cindy, Melody's twin, no longer took Claire to work and had become his shadow. She followed him around every time his feet hit the ground, making sure that he had plenty of water to drink and feeling his forehead. She was taking on the role of a mother hen. James thought the whole idea was cute, but it did annoy him some. He knew darn well it wouldn't do him any good to complain, though. She had been watching him like a hawk today because she still wasn't convinced he was over whatever bug he had just a few days ago.

James took the two liter bottle from his sister and took several large swigs of the refreshing water then poured the rest of what remained in the bottle over his head. He wiped away what water got in his eyes with the back of his hand. As he opened them, he found that he was looking at Cindy's groin. His eyes traveled up the rest of her athletic body, and he marveled at the perfect carbon copy of Melody. He had already made love to that body in a strange sort of way. If he hadn't known that this was Cindy, he would have reached out for her. His body didn't seem to care. His heart started to beat harder in his chest, and his member started to grow. He felt hot all of a sudden.

Memories of the exquisite day he had spent with Melody flooded all his senses. He could smell her, feel her soft form crushed against his own, the sweet taste of her lips pressed to his own as both of their bodies quivered in orgasmic delight.

"James, are you feeling alright? You look a little flushed," Cindy asked as she reached out to feel his forehead.

James snapped back to the present as her cooling hand rested on his forehead. He lifted his head and smiled: "I feel fine Cin. I think I could use something more to drink though."

His eyes met with hers, one green and one blue, both showing concern and something else that he was unable to define. When she left to get more water, he sought out the shade of the cabin. He needed to sit down. If it wasn't for her eyes, James would not had known that it wasn't Melody. There were several differences between the two, but not many physically. Their eyes was the most tell tale difference. Cindy's left eye was blue and her right eye was brown. Melody had green on the left and blue on her right. Their smell was slightly different, but it was close. Melody was a bit more bashful and not as out-going as Cindy. Cindy could be a bit of a ditz at times, but he had to wonder if that wasn't just a game she played.

As James sat propped up against the side of the cabin, he thought about Cindy. He considered the fact that he had gotten aroused by the sight of her body. Although she may be a twin, she was in fact, her own person. She had her own ideas and acted differently. She was bubbly, tender hearted, sexy and....hmm. Did he find her sexy because she looked like Melody?

His mind travelled back in time to a day at the beach. It was a memory of Cindy playing in the surf. One that had plagued his first masturbation attempt in the shower, thinking of his sister. James was now more confused and conflicted than he had ever been. He pulled his knees up to his chest and wrapped his arms tight around them. He then rested his head on his knees and tried to sort out his feelings. ********

Cindy stood at the sink with a full bottle of water in hand. She hadn't noticed that she was actually talking to herself out loud.

"James, you're the most stubborn man I have ever known! Won't admit that you still don't feel well, and insist on doing stuff that you shouldn't. Well...I guess that is one of the things that I love about you. You doing whatever you think has to be done, no matter what."

"I do love your eyes, so pale blue at times and at others they seem to be a deep blue. Hmm, what's up with your eyes a second ago? They were so soft, I could have drowned in them."

Cindy's mind then wandered back to the last talk she had with Claire; for her best orgasms she can only think of James. Then Cindy thought about the time she tried to rub one out at the hotel. She was thinking of James at the time. Then she recalled that her twin sister, Melody, had called her James, while she had her fingers up inside her twin at the time, during the move.

Cindy then recalled all the times that she had seen Melody with James, walking around holding hands, the little kisses she gave him. She then imagined Melody kissing James while Claire was sucking his cock. Cindy's heart started to pound hard in her chest and her breath caught in her throat. She felt tingles starting in her womanhood and her fluids were flowing freely. The taste of James' semen raced across her mind's eye. Her legs started to buckle as her body began to shake. It was then that she felt something brush up against her g-spot. Her other hand was working feverishly on her own sex.

She dropped the water bottle and grabbed hold of the sink. It had been a good while since she had been able to satisfy her needs. Living in a confined space with no privacy made personal time a rarity. She had tried to use the outhouse but the smell and the tight space proved that it was only good for what it was built for. She had tried to use the barn; however with everyone running back and forth between it and the cabin to grab something, she was constantly interrupted.

She was far too close to an orgasm to care any longer, she twisted and pumped her fingers repeatedly in and out of her canal. Every so often she would stimulate her g-spot with her middle finger and rub her clitoris with the palm of her hand. She forced herself to remain as quiet as she could, not wanting to let her brother hear her. The motion of her hand became erratic and she held her breath. Her vaginal muscles constricted around her invading digits, as she squirted her desire. Her knees gave way when her legs turned to jelly as multiple quakes rippled through her very being. She was on the floor when she realized what had happened.

********

James felt like he had been waiting an eternity for more water. His throat was parched and his lips had dried. His tongue licked away at the roof of his mouth and then he swallowed. His dry mouth drove him to get the water himself. He wiped his face with his shirt-tails as he entered the cabin. Cindy was bent over at her waist. Her naked ass pointed straight at him. He was transfixed by the sight of such a perfect upside-down heart.

Her back-side was so smooth and tight - well-toned and firm. James swallowed hard just as a movement caught his attention and his eyes focused on it. Her hands were traveling up her legs with a piece of red fabric stretched between the two. As her hands traveled further upwards, so did his eyes. Once her hands reached her knees, his eyes locked onto the upside-down face that smiled backed at him. Her beautiful face was framed by her lovely thighs. Time could have stopped for all he knew. His entire being was focused on that face. When her hands stared to move once again, his eyes followed that movement. He took in the well-defined muscular back-side of his sister until the red panties finally covered it. Only then did he finally close his eyes and turned on his heel.

His first step was about as graceful as a man on stilts walking on ice. The next step failed worse than the first and he fell out the front door. Stumbling across the porch he tried to grab hold of a support beam for the roof. He missed it with his hand but not with his face. Being the pinball that he was, he ricocheted a bit to his left and promptly fell off the porch.

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Cindy had been laughing her ass off until her brother took a nose dive off the porch. He was moaning and groaning when she reached him; blood flowed from his mouth.

"Son of a bitch!" He spat blood as he touched his upper lip.

"Oh my god! James, are you alright?" she asked, as she squatted down next to him wearing just the red panties and a purple t-shirt.

"I'll be fine," he complained as he tried to swat her hands away.

"Your lip is bleeding! Can you stand up?" she asked, as she reached for his hands.

Taking her hand, he wobbled to his feet. Cindy then started to wipe all the dirt, grass and old pine needles from his body. When she decided that she couldn't get it all, she started to take his clothes off.

"What the hell are you doing, sis?"

"You're not going to go into the house like that! Now, get those filthy clothes off!"

James took his shirt off, but refused to take off his pants. They fought over the snaps of his pants. When he thought that he had finally won, she grabbed his pants by the pockets and yanked them down. Cindy then forced James to remove his shoes and step out of the pants. She understood why he didn't want to take his pants off as she looked at his naked body. A wicked smile crossed her lips as she ushered him back inside the cabin.

A slight flicker of hot embers sparked in the fireplace as she led her brother over to the sink. The wind picked-up and caused the door to slam shut. It took a few minutes for the siblings to start breathing normally after their scare. Once calmed, James started working the pump handle, while Cindy grabbed a washcloth and soap.

She did her best to wash him using the cold water from the hand pump. He only complained twice; the water was too cold when she washed his hair, and the other: that he could wash his own junk. She finished washing him and started to clean-up the sink area when she saw him looking in the med-kit. He reached in and pulled out a bottle and popped the top. Dumped two tablets in his palm then swallowed them without water.

It only took Cindy a nano-second to recognize the Tylenol PM bottle. Another second to get to her brother's side. James just rolled his eyes as Cindy explained to him that the pills he took could make him fall asleep. After she got him to lie down on the king sized mattress, she asked if he wanted anything; he looked relieved when he finally got his water.

She got a wash cloth wet and placed it over the right side of his face when she noticed that it had started to swell. It was then that she started to recheck the rest of him for other injuries. Searching for something she may have missed during her other examination, the one that she had performed while bathing her brother. She took her time examining his body, softly running her hands across his chest and shoulders. She marveled at how well toned he had become. Her finger tips outlined his muscles as they worked down his chest to his abdomen.

Cindy then understood why her sister Claire wanted James. He was a fantastic brother as well as a great catch for any lucky woman. She looked up at his face and he was looking right back.

"What are you doing sis?"

"Making sure you're not hurt anywhere else. Do you hurt any place other than your face?" She couldn't help but smile.

"Isn't that enough?" He laid his head back on the pillow.

"Well you did just fall off the porch. So... do you hurt any where?" she giggled.

"Not that I know of."

"Then shut up and let me look," as she returned her attention to his abdomen.

She felt his body stiffen as her hand worked its way down his belly: "Did that hurt?"

"No."

She paused: "Can... I... umm, ask you a personal question?"

"That would depend on the question." She could hear the nervousness in his reply.

"How do you feel about Claire?"

"What do you mean?"

"Do you love her?"

James was quiet for a few moments: "I love her as much as I love you and Mel."

"Do you think she is pretty?"

"O.K. what's with the twenty questions, Cin?"

"That wasn't twenty questions."

"NO, but you were working on it. So just ask what you really want to know."

She sat upright and rested her hand on her brother's stomach, furrowed her eyebrows and took a deep breath: "I know about what has been going on between you and her."

James' voice cracked: "What?!"

"Claire told me about what happened in the Moving Truck. The time she ended up jerking you off and the time she grabbed your hand while you were driving and made you finger fuck her! Then I watched her sneak up on you... and... well, then... and I watched her suck your cock on the porch the other night!"

Cindy could feel James shift on the bed.

"James, I don't want you to get hurt because of what Claire is doing to you!" her eyes started to water up. "I... " she bowed her head.

She was looking in her lap and searching for the right words when the door opened.

"Hi Mel!" James croaked.

Melody ran to James' side: "What happened to you?"

"James tapped danced out the door and off the porch," Cindy laughed.

"Are you alright?"

"I'll be fine, sis."

Cindy watched her sister's hand as it caressed their brother's face. Melody informed him of his busted lip and what would surly turn out to be a black eye. He never said a word. He just stared back. The look in his eyes was as wanton as any man's she had ever seen. That was the look she had seen outside - the same one that she had seen when she saw him through her legs - before he went out the door.

She soon felt something graze her hand. When she looked, the tip of his member was sticking out from under the waist band of his underwear. It enlarged, and continued to do so. Her eyes grew wide as he emitted a dollop of pre-cum as his member reached out for her hand once again. She lifted her hand slightly and let his cock slide under; she let it smear her palm with its slick lubricant.

She looked back towards her brother. He was still engrossed with Melody. Her eyes drifted back to his cock and she lightly licked her lower lip. She wanted to taste his pre-cum, so she lifted her hand and licked her palm clean. She wanted more: to taste his sperm again, to feel its wet hot texture slide across her tongue and then ooze down her throat. She wanted it fresh from the source. She could feel herself getting warmer, feel her sex starting to ache with desire.

Her mouth parted and she licked her lips. Not only did she want her brother's sperm in her mouth, she wanted his cock. She wanted to feel his penis slide across her tongue and rake across the roof of her mouth. To feel his pecker slide between her lips. To feel it pulse in her mouth as he shot rope after rope of his cum down her throat.

Flashes of Claire, her mouth full of cock, popped in and out of her mind. Cindy then closed her eyes and took a deep breath, grabbed Melody by the arm and jumped up. She pulled her sister to her feet and then dragged her out the door protesting the whole way.

"What the heck is wrong with you, Cin?"

"Mel, I need some help."

Once outside, the twins came to a stop in the middle of the two-track. A gentle breeze blew their hair as dark clouds moved in. Dusk came three hours early.

"Okay sis. What do you need help with?"

"I'm horny as hell! And I need you, sis. I got so worked up that I almost couldn't stop myself from..." She bit her lower lip.

"From what?"

"Never mind. I need you badly, sis." She grabbed her twin and kissed her lips feverishly. Parting from the kiss, Cindy snatched Melody's hand and dragged her off towards the barn.

A heavy rain caught the girls several yards away from the door. They were drenched by the time they got inside. Their blonde hair was plastered to their faces and their clothes hugged their bodies tightly.

Melody stopped in her tracks. Cindy turned quickly to face her. It was hard not to look into each other's eyes. Green eye to brown eye and blue eye to blue eye. Cindy may have been the younger of the two, but she was most definitely the alpha right now. She attacked her sister with a passion. Her lips touched her sister's and her arms wrapped around her neck. That passionate kiss ignited her twin's lust and she kissed back just as feverishly.

Hands roamed chaotically up and down one another's backs. When a hand found a shirt tail it desperately tried to pull it up. Lips and tongues refused to disengage as the soaked shirts were forced to move. With their patience quickly running out the sisters grabbed each other's shirts and attempted to pull them off. The wet clothing refuse to let loose of the female forms as it got closer to each twin's breasts. The siblings became impatient and yanked at each other's top. They then reluctantly stopped their kiss and pulled back each from the other, pulling the tops off as they went. The further the twins went back the more they bent forwards. The soggy shirts finally gave and tangled into a knot in the twins' hands. The tops went flying and splattered into the wall of the barn.

They were back together and kissing passionately before their wet shirts hit the ground. Tongues danced in one's mouth and then the other's. They both moaned as once again their hands wrapped around the back of a sister. Their bodies pressed tight and hips ground together, bare chest to bare chest, almost nipple to nipple. The heat from their bodies soon turned the rain water to steam as the twins continued their forbidden kiss. Their lips parted but tongues continued to caress as the two pulled back slightly.

Cindy kissed the side of Melody's neck and worked her way to her sister's shoulder. Gentle bites she placed there before she continued to place subtle kisses and licks down her sister's chest to her breast. The soft but firm skin of the breast brushed her cheek as she worked her kisses and licks toward the extended nipple. The tip of her tongue circled the pink areola in a slow clockwise then counter-clockwise direction. Her mouth opened and then she took just the nipple into her mouth and sucked hard, then bit down on it as she pulled back and stretched it.

Cindy's head was crushed to her sister's breast as Melody pressed her chest forward and grabbed the back of Cindy's head as Melody let out a louder moan. Cindy released the nipple and suckled the areola while her tongue flicked the nipple. She enjoyed the taste of her sister's flesh; it always reminded her of chocolate covered salted peanuts, sweet and salty. She was soon forced by Melody's commanding fist full of her hair and pulled into another deep kiss. She tried to wrap her arms around her twin but was pushed backwards onto the couch.

Cindy landed on her back and bounced several times; when her eyes focused, her sister was between her legs removing her panties. Her legs flew up and her sister dived straight to her leaking hot box. She could feel her sister's tongue rapidly lapping at her folds, then up to her clit. Cindy's back arched as she tried to ground her muff in her sister's face. She moaned then screamed as Melody bit her clit and pulled. Her hands went to her own breasts and squeezed them and pulled her own nipples. Her hips started undulating when she felt her sister ram fingers deep inside her vaginal opening.

The fingers didn't plunge in and out but rather they sought out her g-spot. Her moan caught in her throat as the fingers started to tap dance. She felt her sister's tongue move to the spot above her clit and worked on that smooth flesh as Melody's fingers continued to work within her. She lost all control of her body as the fingers changed tactics; instead of tap dancing they rubbed forward and then back, but not at the same time. One would move forward and the other back then they would again tap. Cindy's body quaked and her hips went into overdrive as her sister's fingers changed yet again. The fingers scissored the tender spot then rubbed in circles before they went back to the tap, tap, tap.

A high pitched scream finally broke loose as her orgasm struck. Her whole body crunched into a ball as a stream shot into her twin's mouth. She received no reprieve from her sister's mouth and fingers. All the nineteen year old blond could do was to grab fistfuls of the sheet that covered the couch. Fingers were yanked from her and started to rub her clitoris fast and she again did an involuntary crunch as yet another jet shot from her. Her body barely had time to relax before she felt the fingers being rammed back into her. This time they plunged in and out as fast as her sister could manage. She wanted her sister to stop, but her fists would not release the knotted up sheet that she had clenched.

Cindy raised her head and tried to speak, but went into another orgasm that rippled through her when she saw her sister's glazed face. She thought she would pass out any second if she didn't stop her sister; she rolled off the couch. She curled up into a ball on the barn floor that was covered with hay. Her eyes were closed and she was breathing hard. She was not sure how long she laid there before she felt her twin's hand gently rubbing her back.

"Are you okay, sis?"

"I'll... I'll be fine."

"I've never seen you... squirt before. I thought I was going to drown there for a moment," she laughed.

"God Mel! My body is tingling all over." She swallowed hard.

"That was pretty impressive there, sis. That second spray hit me in the face then went over my shoulder; I can feel it running down my back."

Cindy finally managed to sit up after taking a few moments to catch her breath. She looked at Melody and then leaned in for a kiss. Delicately their lips touched and she tasted her juices on her sister's lips. She pulled back just a fraction then started to lick the product of her orgasm from her twin's face. Slowly she eased her sister back while she lapped at her own spend. She followed her orgasmic discharge down her sister's neck to her chest. It took a very short time before kisses intermixed with her cleaning. She got to her twin's waist before she was stopped.

"Sorry, sis. But I can't do that for a while."

Cindy sat back up and gave Melody a quizzical look: "Why?"

"Aunt Martha came to visit this morning."

"Damn it! That means I will have her show up any day now. Fucking hell!"

"At least she only stays for a few days," Melody smiled.

"For you maybe! I have to put up with her shit for almost a week!"

The two siblings looked at each other and then started to laugh. Cindy then laid down next to Melody on the couch and kissed her cheek: "You always seem to know just what I need. Thank you, sis."

"You're very welcome, sis. But you never need to thank me for that."

"Maybe so, but I still want to show you how much I love you."

Melody kissed Cindy's forehead: "I love you Cindy! And I know you love me too."

Cindy moved slightly and tenderly kissed Melody. Each looked deep into the other's eyes. Melody said: "I watch your face every time I make you cum. I don't think I have seen anything that was more beautiful in my life. I don't ever want to lose you."

Cindy's heart melted. Her adoration for her twin sister was clearly visible on her face. Another deep passionate kiss soon followed. She now knew the answer to the question that her sister Claire had asked: "Are you in love with her?"

"Melody, when I look at you, all I want to do is kiss you. I want to hold you in my arms and never let you go."

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Melody had always known that she truly loved her sister, her twin and her lover. She had always wondered what it would be like to run off someplace where nobody knew you, the two of them alone: "I'm... Hmm... Cindy, I love you dearly, with all my heart. I am in love you! I want you to stay with me forever."

Cindy didn't say a word. She turned her head and angled it just a tad and came in for a kiss. It felt like a dandelion seed just gently brushing her lips. Sensually, slowly, delicately, the two sets of lips touched. Ever so softly with tongue tips tracing lips, teeth and tongue. The further the tongues went into the other's mouth, the deeper the kiss became. Cindy moved and caused Melody to spread her legs. She could feel the pressure that her sister now placed upon her clitoris. The up and down motion that was now being delivered by her sister's mound was causing her to moan. Her twin ground her pubic mound against her clit on the down stroke and again on the up and on over to grind her own clit on Mel's mound.

The kiss never faltered as the sisters withered. As they continued to grind, Melody started to feel sharp little jabs in her muffin.

"You're going to get my panties all messy."

"Well, they were going to get messy anyways," her sister laughed.

"SIs, I'm like really gross down there right now. As much as I love you, I just can't do it with the tampon up my twat!" she laughed.

The two sisters hugged, caressed and kissed every so often between their giggles for several minutes before they decided that they should get cleaned up and dressed. They were going to wear their wet shirts, but they were too much of a pain to try and get back on. Cindy found her panties and put them back on. They both chose not to wear a shirt and walked back to the cabin topless in the rain.

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Cindy was a bit nervous thinking back to the conversation she had been trying to have with James when Melody came in. Although she was sure he would be asleep by now, she still wanted to wait and finish her questions. She suggested to her sister that perhaps she ought to take a shower since it was raining and she was soaked. Melody had made the statement that they should carry in wood when she came back out with the bathing supplies. Both sisters came to realize rather quickly that it is never a good idea for half naked women to collect wood. Pine bark and wood splinters poked their sides and other parts that just happen to get too close.

Even though the rain was a bit on the cold side, neither complained as they washed each other's hair. Melody seemed in deep thought as Cindy had to ask her several times for a wash cloth or a towel to wipe the soap out of her eyes. After getting something herself she just had to ask: "Sis, you seem to be a thousand miles a way. What are you thinking about?"

"Well... just thinking about all of us. You and I, James and Claire, all of us. Here we are, in the middle of nowhere, and I think... that I'm happier now than I was back home. I mean... sure we don't have all our friends we used to talk to, nor do we have all the creature comforts that we used to have, but I'm happy here. I couldn't care less about cell phones or electric. I don't even mind not having a place to sit."

"With all things being equal, I'm glad that we are all here together. We can live however we want, and love whomever we want. The rest of the world doesn't even seem to matter anymore. As long as I have you and James, the rest of the world can just go and fuck itself."

Cindy couldn't help but giggle, but it also caught her attention that Melody had left Claire out: "What about Claire?"

Melody had a scowl on her face: "Well... I'm a bit pissed at her."

"Why?"

"How could I not be?! Especially with what she has been doing to James."

Cindy looked down at her muddy feet and took her left foot and doodled in the mud for moment while she thought of what to say: "I've been talking to her about that. She has it really bad for James."

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Melody didn't want to hear about Claire and her 'hots for James'. The moment her sister's name was mentioned her chest pain popped back up along with a sickening feeling in her stomach. "Please don't talk about Claire and James. Every time I think about what has been going on I just want to smack the hell out of her and rip her hair out by the roots!"

"Maybe it's not my place to tell you about what has been going on, but I think I just have to set the record straight."

Melody listened to the story her twin spun, most of which she already knew. She didn't know about the letter and how it had affected Claire. Melody came to understand how her oldest sister had felt. It was the same for her, except that it was James and her twin. It was one of the reasons why she hadn't dated a lot. Yeah she had good times with some of the girls she had been with, but once you boiled it down, she had to think of Cindy or James before she actually got off.

Ok, she knew more than before, but she still didn't want to share James with Claire. But that was only just the tip of the iceberg. How could she expect James to share her with another person? She loved Cindy just as much as she loved James. She wasn't about to let one go for the other; she couldn't do it, not even if her life depended on it.

She felt her sister starting to wash her back, so she looked over her shoulder. How would Cindy feel about James and her? Could her sister share her with James? 'God, and here I thought life here was so much simpler.' She turned and faced her sister and then tenderly kissed her lips as she wrapped her arms around her neck.

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James had to admonish himself because he had almost kissed Melody right in front of Cindy. He had totally forgotten that his other sister was even in the room while he was looking deeply into Melody's eyes. He forgot about the pain and was totally engrossed in the moment. He was really going to have to be more careful in the future.

He got up and got himself some more water and drank it down hurriedly, then got another cup and walked over to the window and looked out. He could have been knocked over by a feather with what he saw; his sisters were kissing. His mind was a blur for a moment, then when he saw them head towards the barn, he finally came around. He had only ever imagined seeing that in a fantasy.

He had no idea how long he had been looking out the window watching the rain move in before he noticed that they were coming back from the barn. James was stunned, His eyes grew big and his mouth fell open at the sight of his sisters walking hand in hand topless. They were almost totally nude walking back in the rain. He didn't trust himself not to make a fool of himself yet again, so he quickly jumped back into bed and pretended that he was asleep. He stayed like that, waiting and hoping that they would believe he slept.

He watched thought his eyelashes as Melody came in and grabbed their bathing supplies. He knew it was Melody; she had been wearing blue shorts, unless they'd switched on him. He continued to play possum while he watched them carry wood in. When they didn't come back inside after awhile he decided to look out the window again.

James' heart skipped a beat and his breathing stopped. There, in the pouring down rain, his sisters stood, kissing. He no longer could tell who was who as both were as naked as the day they were born. He watched as their hands roamed each other's backs as they deepened their kiss. They took turns licking each other's breasts. He started to masturbate thinking about fucking whichever one of them he was looking at, her nipples erect and her eyes glazed with passion. He recalled how it felt to have his cock sliding in and out of Melody and wondered if Cindy would feel the same.

His stroking intensified as he watched one lift the other up and place her on the hood of his pickup truck, then start to eat at the Y. He had to force himself not to run out the door and couple with whomever was doing the eating. His knees started to feel week so he knelt in front of the window as he continued to work his stiff member feverishly. The twin on the truck's hood started to scream and bucked into the face of the other. The sound of the scream drove him over the edge and he spurted his cum all over a log. As he watched the fourth such spurt erupt, he knew that this would be a pain to clean up. He quickly glanced back outside and noticed that they were washing each other. Not wanting to be caught, he grabbed the log and threw it in the fire. He then grabbed a handful of toilet paper and wiped up what had dripped off the log and threw that into the fire also.

When he was satisfied that he had it cleaned he jumped back into bed, safe from detection.

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"The window wipers will have to be replaced," Claire thought as she drove home, trying to watch through the road as the wipers failed to keep the windshield clear. The harder the rain came down the harder it was for her to see. She ended up passing her turn-off and stopped at the lodge. The souvenir shop had lots of things and she wished she had more time to browse. She was tired from working all day, her legs ached and her back was sore. She was glad that the café had closed early tonight. Not that they had any choice in the matter; some poor soul hit a power pole and there was no electricity. While looking around the shop for windshield wipers, she found microwaveable burritos. She gathered one of each of the four flavors for all the siblings, and two, two-liter bottles of root beer.

After the burritos were done cooking she found the blades. After a few choice words that she uttered while changing the wipers, she jumped in the SUV and headed home. The map of the local area that she had picked up at the register was stuck to the burrito that she was trying to unwrap. It had been a long time since she had had a good burrito, and wished this had been one of those times. It was hot, however, and appeased her stomach. She didn't like eating while driving but she didn't mind it all that much compared to opening and closing the gates while it was raining.

The SUV's headlights illuminated the front porch of the cabin as Claire pulled up the slight incline. It was then that she saw her two sisters standing outside in the rain, completely nude. She smiled to herself and shook her head. She grabbed the bag with the burritos and hopped out.

"Hey! How you guys doing?" she asked as she walked quickly to the front porch.

Melody gave Claire a very mean scowl before she turned and went into the cabin, slamming the door shut behind her.

"What the hell was that all about?"

"She's pissed at you," Cindy replied sadly.

"Why is she pissed at me?"

"Well... She's mad 'cause you sucked James' cock after he told you no."

"Damn it! Why the hell did you tell her?!"

"I didn't. She overheard us talking."

Not only did Claire's back and feet hurt her, now she had a headache. It had been a rough day. She didn't need this.

"What the hell am I to do now, sis?"

"I tried to explain to her what was going on, but I think you're going to have to have a talk with her."

Claire rubbed her temples with her free hand and sighed: "Fine. So, why were you both out here naked?"

Cindy giggled: "We took a shower in the rain."

Claire shivered at the thought: "That shit's fucking cold."

"We managed to keep warm. Sooo, what's in the bag?"

"I picked up dinner."

"Cool, let's get inside and eat then."

Entering into the cabin, Claire noticed that Melody was dressed and sitting on the mattress with James. Melody immediately turned her back on her. James was facing the door wearing only a pair a briefs. That's when Claire noticed his swollen lip and his black eye.

"What the heck happened to you?"

"I...umm...I fell off the porch."

"You okay?"

"I'm fine, sis. What's in the bag?"

"Burritos."

"Sweet! I'm starving!"

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The siblings sat on the mattress eating lukewarm burritos and talking about Claire's job. Melody only said, "Thank you for dinner," and afterwards remained silent the entire night. Cindy seemed to forget that she was naked, and kept catching James looking at her. She finally put some clothes on after she dropped some beans on her left breast. After eating, they all laid down for the night. It was way past midnight when James lifted his leg and let loose one of the most hideous farts known to mankind. He couldn't help but laugh when everyone else started to fan the covers and complain about something that had crawled up his ass and died. That's when a little jingle went off in his head. It was something he dad used to sing, so he sang it aloud too: "Beans Beans the musical fruit, the more you eat the more you toot. The more you toot, the better you feel. Beans Beans for every meal.'

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The next morning James was splitting wood, or at least trying to split wood. Between what he had witnessed last night between the twins and his oldest sister watching him like a vulture eyeing carrion for most of the day, it was a difficult job. He knew that sooner or later Claire would get him in another compromising position. He had come to the understanding that she needed some physical contact from him. Not just a simple hug, but an intimate relationship with a male. It just happened that he was that male. He was not opposed to the idea, he really wanted to be the man Claire needed in her life. But he felt guilty for wanting to have sex with Melody and Cindy as well.

James really didn't understand what had happened almost a month ago. The hand job Claire had given him in the truck, then when she forced him to finger fuck her, not to mention her ambush blow job. He split the last log and then looked at the dozen cords of wood aligned against the wall of the one room log cabin. He picked up the last pieces of firewood and placed them on the stack.

The hair on the back of his neck tingled and stood on end. He had the eerie feeling that someone was watching him. He turned his head slowly towards the closest window just in time to see the curtain fall back into place. It had been one of his sisters, but he couldn't tell which one of them had had him in her sights. He subconsciously rubbed his neck as he walked off to put his tools away in the barn.

He had questions and the only one of his siblings that he felt comfortable enough to ask was the nineteen year old identical twin, Melody. She had already said that Claire would want him to eat her. He had no clue how to go about eating out a woman. He wasn't dumb and knew fairly well how babies were made. That's where what he and Melody had done would have gone if she hadn't been barren. He also knew that women urinate from that area. The idea did not make him too enthusiastic about performing oral sex on a woman. However, He did remember how it felt to have it done to him. If he could pleasure his partner the same way, then he was willing to give it a shot.

He sat down on the couch and looked at the rest of their belongings in the barn.

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Claire watched her eighteen year old brother head towards the barn. She had been spying on him all day, waiting for this opportunity; she smiled crookedly and headed for the barn. She was nervous; she tried to control her breathing; she paused for a moment halfway to the barn, caught her breath and continued on.

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Cindy wasn't about to let her oldest sister ambush her brother again. She knew something was up from the way Claire kept looking out the window. When Claire went out the door, Cindy quietly followed.

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Melody had been pissed off, at Claire and at fate, since last night. The only thing that kept her from jumping on Claire's back and beating the shit out of her was Cindy. Every time she looked towards her oldest sister, she was looking out the window. Melody got madder by the second. When she saw Claire go out the door, she almost ran after her. She could see herself tackling her sister and pounding her face into the gravel road. She managed to stop herself when Cindy followed Claire out the door.

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James heard something out behind the barn and decided to investigate. He got up, went out the back door and followed the sound around the corner of the barn. Not finding anything, he went back to the cabin.

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Cindy followed Claire into the barn and closed the door quietly behind her. She ducked behind a dresser and watched her sister.

Claire kept calling out: "James? James? Are you in here?" She searched around, continuing to call out.

Cindy tried to remain hidden by moving between stacked boxes. It was too tight a squeeze and all she managed to do was knock over a stack.

"James? Are you trying to hide?"

"I'm not James."

"What are you doing?"

"I came out here to make sure you didn't harass James," Cindy explained, coming out from hiding and restacking the boxes.

Claire placed her hands on her hips. "I wasn't going to jump his bones! I just came out here to talk to him."

"Mmm hmm, right!" Cindy rolled her eyes as she placed the last box on the top of the stack. "You could have just gone out and talked with him instead of waiting till he came down here."

Claire sighed and sat on the couch. "I wanted a bit of privacy. I didn't want every Tom, Dick and Harry to interrupt our conversation. It's not the easiest subject to bring up, you know!"

Cindy sat down next to her sister: "I realize that, but, you could have told him that you needed to talk to him in private. I'm sure James would have agreed."

Claire let out a deep sigh and bowed her head. Being in love with someone who didn't know it was truly heartbreaking. Yes, she was infatuated with him, but since he was her brother it was almost impossible for her to put into words. How could she tell her brother that she loved him as a woman loves a man, not simply as a brother. It was a confession that could destroy her entire world. Separate her from her family and leave her alone in the world. James just wasn't some guy that you took a chance with and hoped for best. He was THE GUY! The one man in the world that she wanted, that she needed, that she desired.

Not only was it her body that wanted him, it was her mind, heart and soul. She was his for the taking. She had no words to speak that could do justice to her feelings. She had always been impulsive and showed others physically how she felt. To show her brother was the only thing that made sense. But it had its risks as well. The whole 'if things were different' statement that he had given her had crushed her. When he had just gone straight to bed after she had shown him her heart by giving him a blow job made her worry.

Not having had the time to just talk to James the way they used to do before she had gotten a job made her feel that they were drifting apart. Now, with her sister jumping all over her case, and with the stress that she was getting from customers at the café, she was at the end of her wits.

"Sis, I don't know what to say to James. I can't take it if he rejects me again. I... I'm in love with him and... God, sis," she was crying now. Trying to wipe her tears away with her shirt tail.

Cindy cradled her oldest sister against her chest and ran her fingers through her hair: "It'll be okay, sweetie. Don't you go fret'n 'bout it anymore."

The perfect imitation of their Mother's favorite saying seemed to come out of nowhere. Cindy's inflections were dead on and her voice seemed to have been channeled from beyond the grave. It also felt that it was her very own mother who now held her in her arms, not her kid sister. The gentle stroking of her back and the fingers combing through her hair, combined with the slight rocking that her sister was now doing, soothed Claire's very soul. She felt at ease like she had when she was still just a little girl.

She closed her eyes when she stopped shedding tears and the gentle rocking motion soon lulled her to sleep.

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Cindy's rocking slowed and she finally quit, leaning back into the couch. She took a deep breath, let her head drop back and closed her eyes. Her hands continued to comb through her sister's hair and rub her back. She breathed deeply through her nose and caught the musky scent of her own discharge from the other day. The smell brought her memories of her twin to the forefront of her mind. The time that they had spent here on this very couch. She had been thinking about her brother and got very horny and ended up bringing her twin down here. She had someone to take care of her needs, but Claire didn't. It just was not fair.

She looked down at her sister and had to admit that she was a very sexy looking woman. Any man in his right mind would be lucky to end up with someone as hot as Claire. Cindy had stopped rubbing Claire's back and had started caressing it instead. Slowly her sister's body slid from her chest and soon was resting in her lap. As Cindy continued her gentle soothing touch, Claire rolled onto her back. Unable to continue to reach her oldest sister's back, she started to trace the features of her face.

Her fingers traced over the delicate nose and high cheek bones that all the siblings shared. It was a common feature that they got from their mother. When Cindy's fingers started to travel along her sister's jaw, Claire gently turned her head and lightly moaned. Fingers gently brushed her ear then traveled down her supple neck and on down to her chest. Cindy smiled as she took in the fact that her sister was wearing one of their brother's t-shirts. She also noticed that her sister wasn't wearing a bra, given the way that her nipples were poking up.

The size of her sister's breasts always made her wish that her own were just a bit larger. The slight rise and fall of the larger breasts caused by her sister's breathing drew her own finger's attention. It was the first time that Cindy had ever touched Claire in that fashion. Her fingers lightly circled the protruding nubs, causing her sister to almost purr. Thumb and index finger soon lightly pinched the erect nipple and then rolled it around. Claire again moaned and moved her hips and straightened out her legs just a bit.

The movement caught Cindy's eyes. She peered down her sister's body to her shapely hips. Green checkered flannel pajama bottoms with draw strings nicely tied into a bow gently rocked side to side as her sister tried to get a bit more comfortable. What caught Cindy's attention was the bare strip of well toned flesh that divided shirt from pants. The flesh that was exposed was not much wider than her own hand, but, because the pajama bottoms had slid down her sister's hips, the area that showed was the very lower part of her abdomen. The section where her sister's pubic hair would be if she didn't shave.

Unable to resist the urge, she touched her sister's bare flesh. First it was just the tip of one finger but soon turned into her whole hand. She felt how warm and supple her sister's skin felt under her hand and found that she craved to feel more. She slowly snaked her fingers under the waistband and discovered that her sister was going commando. A soft moan and the movement of her sister's head drew her attention back to her lap. Seeing that Claire was still asleep her hand continued over her mound and down between her sister's lower lips.

Her fingers stroked through soft, warm flesh and she felt the folds slip between her fingers. She worked her fingers up and down and soon found her sister's clit. She applied a bit of pressure on the small nub and worked it in circles. Cindy could feel some wetness on her other fingers and reached down for a bit more lubrication. When she moved her fingers back to the clit, she felt her sister breathing a bit faster. She looked at her face and watched as Claire's head tipped back. Her mouth opened slightly, emitting a soft sigh. When Cindy felt movement beneath her hand she noticed that her sister was now rocking her hips.

Feeling a bit bolder she pressed her hand further down between her sister's lower lips; that caused her legs to part a bit more. When middle and ring fingers found the entrance to her core they slipped in and travelled along the top, seeking out a special spot. Remembering what Melody had done to her, Cindy decided to do the same. Tap, tap, tap her finger went on Claire's g-spot.

"Oh...my...god. Wh...wha...at...are you...you...do...Oh, fuck! Oh, goddddd...yes...don't...st...stop!" Claire panted.

Cindy changed tactics and began rubbing the g-spot in circles. Claire closed her legs tight and seemed not to know what to do with her hands. First she grabbed handfuls of the sheet that covered the couch, then she was grabbing her own breasts and squeezing them, then pinching and pulling on her nipples. When Cindy went back to tapping, Claire's face turned red, her body arched, head tilted back and she opened her mouth and screamed at the top of her lungs. She reached up and grabbed Cindy by the back of her head and tried to pull her down. Cindy thought she meant to kiss her, but was surprised when her sister bit her tit hard.

She was about to yell herself when her sister let go. Her hand was now soaked from the sudden gush of liquid from her sister's box. Claire's body shook violently and she tried to scream again, but nothing came out. A few seconds later and her sister's body went limp. She withdrew her hand and looked at the sticky liquid that now coated it. She brought it up to her nose and smelled the musky scent. She smiled and started to lick her fingers.

"You like the taste of my pussy?"

"Mmm hum. Would you like to taste it?" Cindy placed her fingers on Claire's lips.

Claire licked and sucked her own juices off her sister's hand.

"Do you like the way you taste?"

"Yes." Claire went back to cleaning the hand.

"Have you ever tasted yourself before?"

"Well, I have after I masturbated, or someone else masturbates me. I have even cleaned a few cocks after I got fucked."

"Have you ever tasted another woman's pussy?"

"No."

"Okay. Did you think about James?"

"Not after I woke up."

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Melody heard the door open and turned around. She was glad it was James. She jumped up off the mattress and ran to him. They hugged each other and kissed passionately.

"James?"

"Yeah, sis?"

"Did you see Claire?"

"Not since I went out to cut wood. Why?"

"No reason. How about you change clothes and we can go to town."

"Sounds good to me. I've not been to town yet."

"Nor have I."

Her heart was racing as she watched her brother undress. When he was totally naked, she recalled the first time that they made love on the creek bank. She wanted to have sex with him again, but was sad that it was a bad time of the month. She sighed as she watched him get dressed, wondering when they would find themselves alone once again.

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TO BE CONTINUED

This is a work of fiction. All characters are 18 or older.

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I would like to thank GrandTeton for his editing and guidance and time spent.

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Road to the Sun: Chapter 06

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James was dog-ass tired. This past Monday he had found a job working for a construction company that was redoing 'Going to the Sun Road' in Glacier National Park. It wasn't what he really wanted to do, but it was money. Working as a 'strong back' paid well. Lugging materials from trucks to the work site was a simple matter. The first part of the week anyhow. The last two days, that was a different story. It rained, well, that is, when it didn't snow. Today it was snowing. It started off with just a few flurries, making the scenic drive more beautiful. James had never seen snow and loved it at first. Now, not so much. He had slipped and slid most of the afternoon. He was glad that today was his last day of the work week. He knew it was only a temporary job to begin with, but the siblings needed the cash; only two more weeks to go.

The eight hundred bucks that he now had in his pocket was going to go a long way, so he hoped. Even though he was tired, he planned to take his sisters out to eat. He just hoped that the snow stopped before too long. He had told his sisters to be ready around five thirty. That was the time he expected to be home. It was already five thirty-five and he was still walking to his truck. He hadn't accounted for the time that he had to wait in line to be paid. Tension at home had been running a bit high over the last week. Melody and Claire had stopped talking to each other. He wasn't sure what was going on, but he hoped a good meal together would help.

Finally in his truck, he took a deep breath and headed for home. When he got to the intersection and turned right, he noticed the lodge. Gas pumps out front, a sign for a restaurant and gift shop; he had found where they would have dinner. He didn't figure that Claire would want to eat at the same place she worked at. He also had another bright idea.

A little bit further down the road, he passed a Park Ranger's SUV. He tried to look at the driver when they passed but didn't get a good look. Looking in his rear-view mirror, he noticed that the SUV fishtailed a few times before the driver got it back under control. When the Park Ranger continued on its way, he took a deep breath and went home.

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Mariah Brines was glad that she could find a spot on the side of the road to park while she to calm her nerves. She felt dumb for losing control of her duty vehicle, but when she saw the man who had been the star of her fantasies for last several weeks, she got distracted. Feeling a bit giddy at the knowledge that he was still in the area, she put the vehicle in drive, and the thing sputtered and died. She tried a few more times and it still would not start. She jumped out and kicked the driver's side door several times, cursing it. When that didn't sate her temper, she drew her weapon and fired!

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A rumbling in Melody's gut let her and her sisters know that they all should have had some lunch. The three of them were looking forward to getting out of the small cabin that they called home. She had only been out of the cabin twice since they moved in, the first time, to turn in the large rental truck; the second time was just this past Monday. She had needed to get away from her sister Claire. So, she got her brother to go to town with her. When they reached the gate to the property and stopped the pickup, Melody crawled across the seat and kissed James.

She was in love with him, plain and simple. The kiss that they both shared proved their love for each other. She had always thought of herself as a lezzy because she had never been interested in boys. Since she had started to explore her sexuality with her twin sister Cindy, she had found other females to be attractive. From their soft lips to the general female form, everything about a woman made Melody want them. There was, however, one male that she had discovered that she was interested in: her brother. She went out of her way to spend time with him. When she found out he wasn't doing anything on a weekend, she would not set up a date for herself. They would spend their time together holding hands and going to the movies. She always gave him a peck on the lips.

Last weekend everything changed, for the good and the bad. Melody and her brother fell in love and consummated that love on the creek bank. They continued their sexual awaking most of the weekend. She and her twin also discovered their love for each other. She and Cindy had had sex before, but then they made love with each other, more shattering than any sex she'd ever indulged. Both of those events she considered as very positive. The downside part hurt Melody. The way she looked at it, Claire had taken advantage of James. He had rejected her advances and she kept trying. When Claire had attempted to follow James to the barn on Monday, Melody had been livid. She got her brother to go to town with her instead.

The kiss at the gate was passionate and fierce. She wanted to desperately have him inside her, but since she was menstruating at the time, she lavished her attention on his cock. She had done that very act on him once before on that weekend. She had never sucked a cock till then. Since it looked like an extra-large clit, she treated it as one, kissing it and licking it and trying to take it all into her mouth and then suck on it. She would try one and then another and sometimes all at the same time. She loved the feel of it, the heat of it pressed to her face, and the taste. Oh yes, the taste, the taste of her lover, nothing could compare; it was all James, all of it, and she loved it. Monday was no different, and she made love to him through his cock, and she was rewarded for it. She drank his juice eagerly.

When James came into the yard, Cindy forced everyone else out the door and into the SUV, for which Melody was grateful. She took shotgun and everyone else jumped in the back. If Claire had taken shotgun or if she had been forced to sit next to Claire, there would have been a fight.

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Cindy was tired, not physically, really, but mentally. Children fight, that's just the nature of things. Thankfully, the four of them didn't fight very often, well... not as often as other brothers and sisters did, at least that's what Cindy thought. Ever since Monday afternoon, Cindy had been dealing with a headache. The type that sets in right behind your eyes. She had done her best to try to keep the peace. Her oldest sister, Claire, was not the one that she had to worry about; it was her twin. Melody, it seemed, had reverted to some child having a temper-tantrum. She refused to speak to Claire for some reason. She had decided to use Cindy as a 'go-between'. After doing so for the last four days, Cindy was tired of it. And looking forward to dinner.

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The restaurant at the lodge was packed and Claire was happy that they got the last available table. They had all ordered bison steaks; they were incredible, just melted in her mouth. She had been a bit worried that things between her and her sister would be awkward but they were rather civil. They were currently discussing dessert when the whole restaurant started to sing 'Happy Birthday'.

Everyone in the restaurant was standing and singing and the siblings felt compelled to stand and sing as well. When the crowd yelled: "Happy One Hundred and Twelfth Birthday Grandma!", Claire knew that she shared the same look of surprise as her siblings when they all looked at each other.

She had to see who it was. She placed her knee on her seat, held the chair's back and waited for everyone to sit. There in the middle of the room, sitting in a wheelchair and wearing a white deerskin dress, decorated with red and blue beads, sat the oldest woman that Claire had ever seen. The old woman looked as if she had just stepped out of one of the old black and white pictures that hung in the cafe where she worked. She had feathers hanging on the side of her head, hair that on most people that age should have been white, but was still almost a raven black. Lines on her face told the tale of a hard life.

Finally sitting back in her seat, she noticed that her brother and sisters had started to talk about dessert once again, but before they could choose, a piece of birthday cake was brought to each of them. When James asked for the check an older man came to the table and asked if everyone had enjoyed dinner. When they said yes, he said glad that they enjoyed it and tore up the bill. Then he had told them that everyone had a free dinner due to the special night.

"Anyone who sang Happy Birthday to Grandma gets a free meal."

Claire was happy and so were her siblings, so much so that Melody was even talking to her again. The time went by faster than what everyone would have liked, and they only had a chance to spend a few moments in the gift shop till the SUV was warm. The snow wasn't sticking to the roads and the trip home was uneventful for the most part. James' yawning seemed to be contagious and drew several giggles from everyone after a few rounds of group yawns.

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Melody woke to a dark and cold room. Her nose was cold and ran a bit. After rubbing her eyes, she found the fire almost out. Reluctantly crawling out from under the covers, she rebuilt the fire and looked back towards the bed. She wanted to go back to sleep, but her bladder told her otherwise. She turned on the converter and made her way to the sink. The floor was colder than hell and so was the far side of the cabin. She pumped the water pump's handle for a good while before she could get water to come out. She filled the coffee pot with water and set it on the fire, then she got dressed and headed for the outhouse.

She was pissed! The space heater had not come on. After flipping its switch several times, she concluded that the battery was dead. With the toilet seat far too cold to sit on, she hovered over it and did her business. When she got back, the warmth of the cabin felt good, but she still made coffee. Not wanting the pot to get knocked over, she took it back over to the sink. It was still cold as fuck on that side. Worried that the pipes would freeze, she built a fire in the wood stove. She moved back to the fireplace and sat on the edge of the king-sized mattress and stared at the fire while drinking her coffee.

Melody sat there thinking about lots of things; her relationship with her brother was perhaps the primary thought. Cindy, and how she loved her just as much as her brother. She kept them company in her mind. There was no way that she knew of to keep her love for one secret from the other. She wanted to have them both, forever, and the only way that might happen is if they both knew she loved them both. Hopefully they would come to love each other the way she loved them both. She went to take a drink of her coffee and noticed that the cup was empty. She got up and brought the pot back to the fireplace to heat up again.

Now with a warm cup of coffee, her thoughts returned to James and Cindy. She didn't want to hide her love for one from the other. She wanted to be able to show that love openly and freely with them both and with the world. How much simpler life would be if they both loved each other as well. 'Wait...what? Cindy and James in love with each other?' Melody couldn't help but smile at that thought. She quickly realized that it didn't bother her in the least. Jealousy didn't even pop up its evil head.

Another thought that ran through her head was about Claire. Yeah, she was doing things to James after he told her no, but Melody couldn't begrudge her sister's love for him either. How could she herself deny her sister the right? After all, you don't choose who you fall in love with. Melody decided that she was going to have to talk to Claire after all. It was mildly depressing to realize that she'd acted like a child with Claire, that she'd been jealous and possessive and plain rude to her sister. She did love Claire, even if not quite the same way she loved Cindy and James.

She reached for the coffee pot once again and noticed that it was empty. She thought briefly about going back to bed but after looking at the clock she went to make another pot.

"Morning, sis," Claire yawned.

"Morning."

"Is that coffee I smell?" Claire yawned again.

"Yeah, it should be ready in a few minutes."

"Sweet!"

Melody watched her sister get dressed out of the corner of her eye. When her sister bent over to turn on the converter, Melody thought about telling her about the battery being dead but said nothing. She just sat there with an evil grin.

"Fucking hell, it's cold out there!" Claire hollered after slamming the door shut. She then felt bad and apologized to James and Cindy for having ruined their sleep.

Melody listened as Claire told her sibling that the battery must be dead, and it was James that said he was sorry for not charging it this week, saying something about the fact that he should have thought about doing it since they had been using it so much. All the girls told him it wasn't his fault, that it was their fault, because they were the ones home while he worked.

Over a breakfast of grits, Melody told everyone about the cabin being cold on the one side, and how she thought that the pipes were trying to freeze. James admonished himself for not thinking about the pipes and went to have a look under the cabin. James came back after twenty minutes and said he needed to go town and get insulation. Cindy offered to go with him but Melody said she needed help with finding stuff in the barn. Claire said she would have gone but needed to be at work at noon.

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James was glad that he owned an older vehicle. He started up his pickup and removed the battery. While the engine was still running, he placed the dead battery in the truck to charge. He then took the battery that came out of his truck into the cabin and hooked it up to the converter. Claire was working on getting hot water for a bath, and the twins went to the barn. James then left for town.

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Cindy knew darn well that Melody wanted to talk. She may have needed help in the barn, but the look that her sister gave her was a dead giveaway.

"What's up, sis?"

"I need help getting the living room's area rug out."

"Ah, and the other reason?"

"We need to talk."

"I figured that much. What do you want to talk about?"

"It can wait till Claire leaves. I want to sit down and have a long talk with you."

"Okay, so... where is the rug?"

"I don't know," Melody laughed.

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It took forever to get to Browning, or at least it felt that way to James. Browning was a small town, but it was the seat of government for the reservation. He would have loved to have been able to get supplies in St. Mary, but it only had two bars, a gas station, the K.O.A. campground and the lodge, maybe a handful of houses. He doubted that more than thirty people lived there.

The clerk at the hardware store gave James an odd look when he asked where the insulation was. It gave James a feeling of not really being wanted around the area. When the guy had asked him about where he lived, James didn't want to tell him. Partly because he was embarrassed and partly because he didn't like the look that the guy gave him. He told the guy he was just doing some work for some people. The clerk just smiled and acted like they were old buddies after that. James decided that he didn't much like the guy.

All his life James had tried to treat people as people. He didn't care what color their skin was or what religion they believed in, if any at all. It was the first time that he felt like he was a victim of racism. He hoped to god that he had never done that to anyone he had ever met and asked for forgiveness just in case he had.

He was about to leave the store when he noticed an automotive section. He went over to it and grabbed another car battery and some antifreeze, a thing of dry gas, and when he saw de-icer windshield fluid he grabbed a few jugs as well.

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Meanwhile back at the ranch, or more precisely the cabin, Melody and Cindy had finished laying the area rug and were sitting on the mattress drinking another cup of coffee.

"So, are you ready to talk now, or are you going to find us something else to do?" Cindy could tell by the way her sister's head dropped that she wasn't sure what to say, or maybe how to say whatever it was.

"I've been doing a good bit of thinking lately. And I'm not really sure how to put my thoughts into words." Melody's words were soft and low.

"Sis, just do the best you can. You know I'll wait for as long as I have to."

"I know. It's...just a strange situation I find myself in."

"Is this about Claire?" Cindy hated to bring up that conversation.

"No... it's not about Claire. I know I have to talk with her, but...I'm just not ready to do that yet."

"Thank god! I wasn't looking forward to having another discussion about her and James," Cindy laughed.

"I'm sorry about all the hell I've put you through over this past week. Please forgive me!" Melody was looking right into Cindy's eyes.

"That o... oomph," Cindy was caught off guard by the kiss her twin gave her.

Cindy couldn't help but fall backward onto the mattress. The kiss started a bit rough, then gently turned into one of more passion. The only word that she could use to describe the kiss was 'soulful'. Every bit of love that her twin had for her was poured into that kiss. There was no way that she was going to stop it either. They were breathing into each other's mouths as their tongues intertwined. Each breathing the life the other gave. Cindy was overwhelmed by the strength of the love Melody was showing her, and returned it in kind.

Melody rolled off her and they both panted, trying to catch their breaths.

"Wow! You can apologize like that to me anytime," Cindy giggled.

The twins held hands for a minute or two, till Melody spoke: "If you had the opportunity to have sex with James, would you?" Melody then rolled onto her side and faced her sister, propping her head up with her forearm.

She turned her head towards her sister and looked at her a few seconds before she too rolled onto her side and mimicked her twin: "Fuck yeah I would! If it was a mutual consent." She had to add that part after remembering what happened last weekend.

"Why?"

"Why what?"

"Why would you want to have sex with James?"

"I dream about him often. At least I think it's him."

"You think it's him?"

"Well, yeah! The only person who has ever protected us like a 'knight in shining armor' has been James."

Melody started laughing: "And here I thought I was the only one that had that dream."

"Not the first time that we had similar dreams."

"True, probably won't be last time either. So, are you in love with him?"

"What, like you are?

"Hmm, I don't know. All I really know is that I really do care a lot for him."

"Fair enough. Do you ever get horny around him?"

"I don't want you to get mad at me, but last weekend when I dragged you to the barn, I had to stop myself from sucking his cock right then and there. So, yeah, I get horny around him."

"What the hell did I miss?"

"Well, when you were checking James' face last weekend, he got a boner and me... umm..."

Melody giggled: "I think if you hadn't grabbed me and pull me out of there, I would have been kissing him."

"Well, you two always did give each other those little pecks."

"No, I mean just like the kiss we both shared a moment ago,"

"Right, I could just see you making out with a boy."

"I've kissed a boy like that before."

"Yeah, who?"

"James."

"You kissed James like that?"

"Yep!"

"Right! And I suppose you also sucked his cock and fucked him too?!" Cindy was no doubt skeptical.

"As a matter of fact, I have! Several times in fact!"

"Yeah? When? In your dreams?"

"The day you and Claire brought home steaks. I fucked him on the creek bank after we washed up from working on the wood stove!"

Cindy felt like she had just entered the 'Twilight Zone'. Her sister, a card-carrying member of the LGBT and member of the Carpet Munchers of America, had just told her that she had sex with a guy. Not just some guy, but their own brother!

"You can close your mouth now sis, and put your eyes back in their sockets!"

"Wha..."

"You look like Wile E. Coyote after the Road Runner did something impossible."

"I... I umm... I just can't seem to wrap my head around the fact that you had sex with James."

"Well, I must confess that we made love to each other. It wasn't just sex. It was the same type of love that I share with you."

"Are you trying to tell me that you're in love with him?" Cindy was a bit nervous now, and it showed in her eyes.

Melody reached across the small gap that separated her and her sister. Cindy could feel the soft and loving touch of her sister's hand on the side of her face. After a few strokes, her sister's fingers started to comb through her hair next to her ear.

"I'm in love with you. I have been for so very long. I never want you to leave my side. I love James the same way. I want you both with me forever."

The kiss that followed should have set the mattress on fire. Although it hadn't, it did set Cindy on fire. The heat from the fireplace paled in comparison. Four hands clawed at two shirts, each fighting to be the first to bare the supple flesh that was hidden beneath. Cindy gave up trying to remove her sister's shirt and surrendered to her twin. She was not the alpha in this battle, not this time. The kiss consumed her in its inferno; her sister's tongue, though wet, seared her own tongue. The kiss stopped as fast as it had started. Her sister sat up and removed her own shirt.

Cindy's mouth watered at the sight of her twin's naked torso. She was excited. She loved the fact that neither of them wore bras. She knew deep in her heart to cover such perfect breasts with a bra was a cardinal sin. Her view of those two beautiful mounds of flesh was quickly replaced by blond hair. Her sister had leaned forward and started to kiss the bare midriff that was now exposed. Her sister's soft kisses and licks worked up her trembling body, making her way towards her own breasts.

"Mm... that's it, sis. Ah...y... yes, suck my nipple," Cindy moaned.

This wasn't like the time in the barn. That was frenzied lust. This was a soft and delicate touch that only a woman knew how to apply. Tender passion was concentrated on one breast, its areola, and nipple. Her twin used her tongue in a curlicue pattern across her entire breast. Arriving at her areola, her sister's tongue worked in concentric circles. Once at the nipple, the tongue flicked it several times before her mouth inhaled it. Her twin repeated the entire process again and again, occasionally adding her teeth to pull on the nipple.

"Kiss me, Mel," Cindy moaned once again.

Melody crawled up next to her sister's head and kissed her tenderly on the lips. Mouths soon parted and soon tongues joined, each to caress the other. As lips meshed and tongues danced, both sisters moaned into the other's mouth. The twins started to lick each other's cheeks and moved to lick and nibble on an earlobe. Melody turned but stayed above her sister as they both kissed and licked down each other's chest to a breast. A game of sorts, one the two hadn't played for a long time, soon started.

It was a game that was based on 'Follow-the-Leader'. Whichever of the two was on top was the 'Leader', and whoever was on the bottom did what the one on top did. This time there were no giggles and laughing, just soft moans and quiet sighs. They kissed here and there, followed by a lick and a nip. Up one side of a breast and then down the other side. They pulled nipples with their teeth and lashed them with their tongues.

Melody shifted her body slightly, aligning it more to that of her twin, as she kissed and licked her way towards that cute bellybutton. Still playing the game, they both unfastened each other's pants and worked them off their legs. Finally, naked, Melody, her twin, her love, straddled her head and began to kiss down towards her mound. The two ended up in the classic 69 position and tongues went to work on the other's sex.

A log in the fireplace shifted and caused the fire to pop and crackle. The flames roared back to life and illuminated the two lovers in the yellow and orange light. Both sisters noticed the dancing colors and shadows on their sweaty lovers' bodies.

At first, it was a slow and tender touch that traveled down each other's slit with the tips of their tongue. That first pass never went deep; it just stayed on top and stopped at the perineum. The next pass was with the flat of the tongue, the same action as the first pass. And so, a pattern was set: the tip of the tongue and then the flat. Each pass was now just slightly deeper than the one before. Deeper the sisters probed till their tongues delicately touched the other's clit.

Though it wasn't part of their game, both moaned at the touch. They wrapped their arms around the other's thighs and parted the sweet folds with their fingers. The very next pass had a good deal of pressure exerted by the tongues and went to the ultimate depth. Another moan erupted and the siblings' hips started to rock. Another deep pass started, but this time when tongues encountered a clit they lapped at it, like a cat drinking milk. The pattern was abandoned and so was their game. Overcome with their own passion and lust they licked and sucked and kissed every part of the other's now sopping snatch.

Cindy felt her whole-body quake as her twin's tongue flicked her clit. She did the same to the one in her face and felt her sister's body tremble as well. They both sucked and licked and nipped at the other's nub till they both shook uncontrollably.

Cindy's last conscious thought was: "So this is what making love feels like!"

********

"High today will be in the lower to mid-fifties. Tonight, clear skies will cause the temperatures to fall into the low thirties. Tomorrow, highs will be in the upper fifties to low sixties. Tomorrow night," Mariah clicked off the radio: "Sorry sis, but I can't take listening to that any longer."

"I know. The park's information station just keeps repeating. It gets to me after a while too," Tess said. "Sorry I teased you about that guy; you're right, he is a dreamboat."

Mariah looked over at her twin sister. It would have been a slap in her own face not to call her beautiful. To do otherwise would deny that she herself was what men considered a looker. Same jet black hair, toffee-colored skin and slim body. If they wore their contact lenses, nobody could tell who was who. Tess always wore her brown contacts when she worked in grandma's gift shop. If she hadn't, you could see that her left eye was blue and her right eye was brown. Mariah had a green eye on her right and a brown eye on her left.

"Teach you for not believing me," Mariah laughed.

"Right! So, who do you think those girls were?"

"I think Cindy is the name of one of the twins."

"How do you know that?"

"She gave me a jump last weekend."

"That reminds me, when are you getting your normal patrol truck back?"

"When they get the motor rebuilt."

Mariah drove for another ten minutes until she pulled up in front of the newer split-level ranch home. She never felt like she belonged here. Neither did her twin sister Tess. They didn't feel like they belonged anywhere, really. Not for last four years have they felt like they had a home, a place to belong. Not since their parents died in a hunting accident.

The sisters got out and walked to the front door. Tess said: "Sis, I wish we could get our own place."

"I know, but grandma says it's not safe for us to be on our own yet."

"Yeah, I think she's just a little bit too overprotective, though."

"That, and I think she still lives in the past. I think, if she had her way, we'd all still be living in Teepees." Mariah laughed and her sister followed suit.

Tess then joked: "That's probably why she lives in a museum."

"I know, it's like living in the 1800's. All that stuff in the house should be in The Museum of Native American History."

They both turned towards each other and said: "Like that damn blanket!" and giggled.

Mariah, not wanting to be late for work, kissed her sister at the door. She went over to the piece of the shit truck and tried to start it. She really wanted to shoot it this time, and not the damn deer crossing sign she shot the last time. Tess helped her jump start the beast, after which she gave Tess another kiss. It wasn't like the one on the front stoop. It was the type of kiss they gave each other when they were in private.

Once on the road, she headed for route 89. It was the western border of the national park.

********

James was more tired now than he had been last night. His muscles ached and his back felt like he had been run over by a herd of buffalo. He wasn't looking forward to working under the cabin. After a back-breaking week of carrying construction supplies, he just wanted to stay in bed all day. At the T-intersection, he turned right onto route 89 and headed north.

He was five minutes away from 'Road-to-the-Sun' turn off when he hit the jackpot. The red and blue lights and the yelp of the siren caused his heart to jump up into his throat. He found a safe spot to pull over and put the truck in park. He then removed the keys and placed them on the dash, then got his wallet and vehicle registration.

********

Mariah was giddy and nervous. She felt lucky about running across her obsession but knew she had made an illegal stop. She had chickened out once last night at her grandma's birthday party. Now was the perfect opportunity. She approached the late model pickup and watched the window roll down.

"License and registration please."

"Here you go officer." He looked nervous.

Mariah scanned the driver's license and took note of his name: 'James Edward Cromwell', date of birth put him at eighteen years old, height: 5' 10'', weight: 172 lbs., eyes: blue, hair: brown, valid license from Georgia.

"Mr. Cromwell, is this your current address?"

"No, we just moved here from Georgia."

'Thank god he's not just a tourist,' she thought.

"How long have you been in the state?"

"Just over two weeks."

"Are you aware that you only have sixty days to transfer your license and registration?"

"No."

"Well, you are now. I would suggest you take care of that as soon as possible."

"I will. Can you tell me where I need to go to get it taken care of?"

"Where do you currently live Mr. Cromwell?"

"Close to Saint Mary."

'Damn, that didn't help much,' Mariah thought.

"There is a D.M.V. office in Browning."

Mariah handed him back his paperwork and wished she could think of a way to get his phone number. She was happy that she now knew his name, but she wished she could figure out a way to talk to him normally.

********

James was as nervous as a cat in a room full of rocking chairs. He just couldn't figure out why he had been stopped in the first place. He wasn't speeding or driving erratically and he knew his truck was legal. He watched her in his side mirror as she walked away; her ass was swaying. That brought a smile to his face and calmed his nerves. She was a good-looking woman to boot. He wished he had been able to see her eyes; damn sunglasses prevented that.

The longer he sat there thinking about what had happened, the more he realized that the whole ordeal wasn't as bad as he had thought. He had seen her name tag 'CPL. M. Brines' and that drew his attention to her breasts. The bullet proof vest that she wore under her shirt made it impossible to really check her out. He shook his head and let out a deep sigh as he started up his truck. Looking in his side mirror to make sure he had a clean entrance back onto the road, he noticed she was kicking her vehicle.

"Everything alright?!" he yelled out the window.

"Damn thing won't start!"

"Do you mind if I have a look at it?"

"Be my guest. But I would prefer if you open your door with the outside handle. Then keep your hands out from your body and then turn around slowly."

James thought that that was a bit strange, but complied. Then slowly walked towards her.

"Sorry about that Mr. Cromwell, but safety first."

Nodding his head several times as he replied: "No problem."

James watched her face as she took off the sunglasses and hung them from a pocket near the name tag. He could finally see eyes; brown. He smiled at her and he smiled back.

"What seems to be the problem with this thing?"

"Wish I knew. It stalled, and won't start." James could tell that she was not a happy camper when she said that.

"Does that happen often?"

"More times than I care for."

"Hmm, well, pop the hood and let me have a look."

While James tinkered under the hood they talked. She didn't want him to keep calling her 'officer' and had told him to call her 'Mariah'. He didn't like being called 'Mr. Cromwell', it made him feel old, and asked her to call him 'James'. Their banter soon moved towards more personal questions, the kind that made James uncomfortable. He sure as hell wasn't going to tell this woman about his relationships. He also was too embarrassed to admit to her about living in a cabin, so he told her he was camping. He eventually got her phone number after he got her vehicle started. She had asked him out for drinks, but when he reminded her that he was only eighteen, it turned into a coffee date.

James felt like he had dug his own grave. He wasn't very experienced with dealing with women, after all. He had only just started to become aware of the opposite sex a month ago, not even that. He knew that this woman was a danger, one that could land him and his sisters in jail. What he also knew was that he would most likely run into her again. He didn't need a law enforcement officer mad at him. 'Maybe, I should have told her I was in a relationship.'

She had given him a quick kiss on the lips just before she jumped into her truck and left. That was something he really enjoyed, but he wiped his lips off anyways, didn't need to be caught with lipstick on him. Not with three women at home.

********

Melody could tell that something was bothering James when he got back. Only using one word to answer questions was a dead giveaway. She knew that he would eventually talk to her about it, but they needed to be alone for that. She thought that she was the only one to pick up on James' behavior; she was wrong.

"Sis, what do you think happened?"

"About what?"

"To James. He seems to have something on his mind."

"Cin, I'm not sure what happened. Maybe he'll talk after he gets done installing the insulation."

"Mel?"

"Yeah?"

"Do you think he would like a bath?"

"I bet he would. He'll be all itchy and scratchy after working with that fiberglass stuff."

********

James did like the hot bath, but he wished he could have stretched out. The number ten galvanized wash tub was just too small for that, though, or he was too big, whichever. He had his eyes closed, not thinking about anything, when warm water was poured down his back. He briefly thought about complaining when warm water was poured over his head, but when someone started to wash his hair, it felt too good to make them stop. It felt so good, in fact, that he didn't even care that two of his sisters were bathing him. Once his sisters had him washed, rinsed and dried, they led him to the mattress and laid him down on his stomach.

He could feel a set of hands working on his neck and shoulders, while another set of hands were working on his feet and calves. A shiver ran the length of his back as a cold liquid was applied; he knew it was a lotion; he also knew that his sisters intended to give him a message. It was something that they had done before but it had been a good while since the last time. Being gymnasts, they had often given each other a good rub down after practices and competitions. To say that they were good at it would be like saying Mozart was good at playing the piano. If James had to describe the message in one word, it would have been 'divine'.

The twins mostly did what is called a Swedish massage. That's a whole-body massage that works on muscles and joints. Some places on his back, they did deep muscle massage. It didn't matter to James what they did; it all felt great. He was so relaxed that he almost fell asleep, till they rolled him over. He thought they were done and started to get up, but they pushed him back down and continued the massage.

Melody had taken up a position at the top of his head and began to massage his temples and face. James knew it was Melody by her green eye. That left Cindy at his feet. She was working his toes and somehow managed to get his knuckles there to pop. It was an odd feeling but it made his feet feel good. He looked into Melody's eyes and found them full of passion. He just wanted to kiss her right then and there but remembered Cindy was there too. He closed his eyes and just relaxed.

********

Cindy's jeans were getting a bit uncomfortable; they were digging into her stomach and she decided to take them off. Now clad in a short-cropped t-shirt and a pair of white panties, she felt a bit chilled and added a few logs to the fire. Soon after she returned to massaging James' thighs, Melody removed her jeans. The only light now in the cabin was that given off by the fireplace. With only the yellowish light from the fire, there was no way to distinguish which twin was which. As the massage continued the twins moved closer together. Shadows danced around the room obscuring one another's eyes; now close to each other, they kissed.

The kiss was sweet and soft, but far too brief for Cindy's liking. Melody had pulled back; though Cindy couldn't see her twin's eyes, she could see her evil grin. Cindy watched as her sister moved to the opposite side and continued her massage. Cindy looked at her brother's face; his eyes were still closed. When she looked back at her sister, she got another quick kiss. It was still soft and tender and lasted a moment longer than the first kiss. Cindy felt something brush her knee and looked down.

The corner of the sheet that they had used to cover their brother's private parts was slowly being pulled back by Melody. Cindy started to look back at her sister when Melody's head sank downwards. Her twin's tongue then snaked out and licked their brother's soft cock from base to tip. Cindy again looked at her brother's face; his eyes were still closed. She turned her attention back to her sister and found her looking back. When Melody licked the air and nodded, Cindy knew what to do.

She could feel the texture of cock flesh slide against her tongue, the slight bump from the vein as it squiggled up its length. She couldn't help but recall the desire she had last weekend when she had wanted to do this very thing. She pulled back a bit and watched her sister lick once more. Then she took her turn. A few more licks from each and they were back to playing their favorite game. With every pass, they had more to lick as their brother's cock grew. Cindy was overjoyed when she was the first to taste the pre-cum that oozed forth. She had to share and kissed her sister. There wasn't that much, but they enjoyed the sharing none-the-less.

James' cock was now at full mast and Melody was the first to take it into her mouth. Cindy could tell that her sister had indeed done this before. With James not seeming to mind, she could only accept her twin's word as the truth. Cindy quickly looked back at him: his eyes were still closed. Turning her attention back to the feast that she had craved, she saw that Melody had somehow managed to take the length completely into her mouth and throat.

*******

James had been watching his sisters lick his cock through his eyelashes. He was tempted to reach out to them but was afraid it would dispel whatever was taking place. He wanted to watch but knew if he continued that it would just cause him to blow his load far too soon. He closed his eyes and thought of the boulder.

He found it strange that the cabin was built over the boulder. It was in fact what was being used as the hearth for the fireplace. He felt the mattress shift and took the chance to look again. One of his sisters was standing and had removed her shirt and was removing her panties, while the other continued to suck his cock. When she naked, she knelt and started to suck his cock while the other one undressed.

He watched them for a bit. The shadows cast by the firelight danced across their nude forms as they both licked his cock at the same time. One on each side, they licked from root to tip. When they reached his cock's head, their tongues dueled for a moment before they kissed. James felt his balls churning and closed his eyes once more, turning his thoughts back to the boulder.

It was hard to think about the boulder with his sisters doing what they were. So, he thought about the other strange thing he found. It had strange patterns around the base, petroglyphs. That's what he thought they were called anyways. Some were of people and some were animals. He felt the bed shift again.

He opened his eyes in time to watch one of his sisters straddle his waist. The other held his cock upright and the one straddling him lowered herself onto him. He moaned out loud and reached to hold her thighs as she continued to take more of his cock deep into her. James couldn't hold back any longer and thrust upwards, driving himself deeper into her. She let out a loud moan and it was then that he knew that it was Melody.

*******

Melody missed this feeling. Having her brother's cock buried deep into her pussy. Having his cock's head press firmly against her cervix. She could almost feel its slit. She wiggled her hips just a bit and felt the head of his cock slide around her cervix. She could also feel the veins of his cock slip and slide against her tunnel's walls. She focused back on her cervix and tried to line it up with the slit of his cock once again. She had it lined up when she felt her right nipple being pinched and pulled. She looked down just in time to watch Cindy start to lick her left nipple.

She wove her fingers through her sister's hair and pressed her breast harder into Cindy's face. Melody was in sensory overload. She was no longer able to concentrate on her brother's cock. Between the stimulation she was getting from her twin sister and that from her brother, her mind went blank and she moaned out loud. Her clit was being rubbed by her brother's coarse pubic hair and his mound, his cock wiggling inside her as she twerked. His hands on her thighs and his gentle upward thrusts, Cin's lips and tongue on one breast and her fingers pinching and twisting the other. It was all just too much for Melody to handle at one time.

Melody's orgasm roared into life with the same ferocity as the fire in the fireplace. This was the most intense orgasm of her life or so she thought until she felt her brother's hot sperm spray against her cervix.

*******

Cindy was stunned by the intensity of her twin's orgasm. Melody's body was covered in sweat instantly and every muscle quivered. Cindy couldn't tell if her twin's body had become red with flush or that it was just colored that way by the roaring fire. It was an orgasm that Cindy also envied, it lasted longer than any Cindy herself had ever had, and she wanted one just like it.

Melody's body went limp and Cindy helped her to lay down on the mattress. She ran her fingers through her twin's hair and then kissed her softly on the lips. She then looked at her brother. More precisely his cock. It was covered with a sheen of combined fluids, and she felt her mouth begin to water.

Cindy had longed for another taste of James' cum since she had first tasted it, the time she took a drop from Claire's hair. Cindy couldn't wait. She crawled to her brother's side and began licking his cock. Although she wanted her brother's cum, she was more than pleased to savor the mixed flavor of brother and sister. She licked every inch of his cock and balls to get every last drop. Then she sucked his cock to get whatever was left. His cock was cleaned and she still wanted more, but knew it would be a while before he was able to go again.

She looked back to her twin and saw the object of her desire. Her brother's cum was leaking from her twin's twat. Unable to resist, she made her way to her sister's leaking gash and began to devour all she could.

*******

James caught his breath and looked over to his sisters. He was shocked to see one eating the other out. Well, not really shocked since he had seen them doing that a few nights ago. But shocked at seeing it close up. The night that they were bathing in the rain, when one ended up on his truck's hood while the other one ate at the Y. He wanted to fuck the one who was doing the eating then, and now, here was the perfect time to do just that.

His cock was too soft to just ram it into that gorgeous looking slit he was now looking at. So, he started to masturbate. He had no idea which one of his sister's asses he was looking at, but he really didn't care at this point. He only knew that this was the one he was going to fuck now.

He looked at that perfect backside, the shape of a heart, and the light pink lips of the slit at its center. The lips that were parted revealing the clit that dripped with moisture and the hole that his cock was soon to enter. If it was Melody, she would welcome it. If it was Cindy? Well, he had no clue how she would feel about it. Either way, he was going to fuck whomever it was. James got to his knees and knee walked to the ass that was in the air. His cock was now hard again and he aimed it at the target of his desire. With one long quick thrust, he buried his cock to the hilt in that divine place.

"Jesus fucking Christ, James! Your cock is huge! Give a girl some time to adjust to that monster before you just plunge that fucker balls deep!" Cindy screamed into Melody's muff.

"Sorry, Cin. I couldn't help myself. I just had to fuck you."

"I wanted to fuck you too, but damn! Give me a bit to get used to it first next time."

When James heard her say that, he smiled at the thought of having sex with her sometime in the future. All the time he had spent worrying about his feelings for her came to a crystal-clear realization. He was being a pussy. What he needed to do was pay attention to how women acted around him and quit worrying. He just needed to learn to recognize the signs.

He soon felt a squeeze from a warm and wet tunnel around his cock and he took that as the signal to start. He grabbed Cindy's waist and started to move inside her.

"That's it, James! Fuck me! Fuck your sister's wet sloppy cunt! Give me that cock! Fuck me like there's no tomorrow!"

James had another Epiphany. Cindy was clearly not the same as Melody. Melody was quiet and only moaned and grunted when they had sex. Cindy was more vocal and more energetic while having sex. He could tell from the way she was now slamming back at him.

His attention was soon drawn to his other sister who moaned out loud. Melody had grabbed two handfuls of Cindy's hair and was forcing her to continue to eat her. She had wrapped her legs around Cindy's head and locked her ankles across her twin's back. James reached out and grabbed Melody's feet and used her feet to help himself plow into Cindy.

James watched in awe as Melody orgasmed; her entire body seemed to shake and bounce. She quickly pulled her feet from his grasp and rolled away. As she did so, he felt Cindy's body start to tremble. He heard her gasp for air and moan out loud.

"Fuck her James! Shove that unprotected cock of yours into that pussy and fill her with your baby batter!" Melody yelled.

James had never heard her talk like that. James could only comply at this point. He grabbed Cindy's waist and pulled her back tightly against himself and shot spurt after spurt into her.

*******

Cindy had never had bareback sex in her life, let alone let a guy cum in her. Now, here she was, getting pounded by a condom-free cock and hearing her sister tell their brother to fill her pussy full of cum. Cindy was already having an orgasm, but hearing that and feeling the hot pulses of cum filling her womb, multiplied her orgasm tenfold. She wasn't sure if it was as intense as Melody's was, but it was definitely the most powerful one she had ever had. Her body quivered and then froze in place as she felt herself let loose a stream. Her vision went dark and her body collapsed on the mattress.

Cindy awoke to the feeling of a wet tongue lapping at her sex. Looking down, she saw Melody between her legs.

"Please stop, sis. I'm far too sensitive at the moment."

Melody looked up between her thighs, her face glazed with pussy juice and cum: "I'm done anyways."

Cindy swallowed hard a few times: "Why did you tell him to cum in me?"

"Because I wanted to eat his cum from you like you did from me."

"I know you know I'm on birth control, but what if I wasn't?"

Melody crawled up Cindy's body and looked her straight in the eyes: "Well, then you'd be getting prego with our little brother's baby. If I could, I would do it in a heartbeat."

"You would have James' baby?"

"Yes! I would have your baby too if I could."

"Why?"

"Because I love him as I love you. A baby is just the ultimate proof of that love."

Before Cindy could say anything more, Melody kissed her passionately on the lips.

*******

Claire sat in the driver seat of the SVU and wiped the tears from her eyes. She looked back down at the want ads in the newspaper and tried not to cry. She had been let go. She hadn't been fired, just been told that the girl wanted to come back to work sooner. She had been out on maternity leave and now she needed the income. Claire wasn't upset about losing her job. She was upset because there was still no work in the paper. Unless of course, you happen to be an accountant or nurse or an OTR truck driver, whatever the fuck that was.

It was a little past one in the afternoon when she was let go. Now it was just before five. She had checked the mail in hopes of something from the lawyer but there wasn't anything besides junk mail. She had walked the length and breadth of the town looking for 'help wanted' signs and found none. She had even checked the bulletin board at the grocery store, only to find nothing but 'for sale' ads. While she was in the store, she got some comfort foods as her mother used to call them: Ice-cream, Fiddle Faddles, Root beer, a gallon of milk, and, surprisingly, a bottle of Kahlua, which she didn't get carded for.

Claire wiped her eyes one last time then threw the newspaper haphazardly into the passenger seat, put the SVU in drive and headed for home. She slowed down as she got near the large home that she and Cindy had watched people working at a few weeks ago. Now that she thought about it, it didn't seem right that all those people lived there; they must actually work for the owners. She decided to come back Monday morning and ask if they needed any more help. What's the worst thing they could tell her? "No"?

She met James and one of the twins at the gate. They told her that they were going to do laundry and that since she was home early that they would also grab something for dinner. She knew then and there that she should have gotten dinner as well as the junk food. She had to ask James why he decided to do laundry, and he said something about fiberglass all over the house.

*******

Melody was happy to have help cleaning the cabin. She felt a little odd doing it naked though. After the threesome that had taken place, they all started to itch. 'Well, lesson learned. Make James strip outside when he works with fiberglass.' She started to laugh at another thought.

"What's so funny?"

"Ah, well, watching Cin and James running bare ass naked to the barn!" Melody giggled.

"Bet that would've been funny to watch."

"It was."

"Are we going to have to go to the barn naked as well?"

"No, the bag on the porch has some things in it."

"Anything to dry on after we bathe?"

"Umm, I don't know. I hope so."

Several minutes passed while the two cleaned the cabin in silence.

Claire was the first to speak: "Mel, I think we need to talk."

Melody's heart sank. She knew that the time had come for this, but she wasn't looking forward to it.

"What about?"

"About this."

Claire handed Melody Cindy's Diary which was open to the last entry. Melody read it.

Dear Diary,

It's been a while since last time I wrote. I promise that I will do my best to write more often. This very afternoon something happened between Mel and me. I've told you in the past that we enjoyed exploring each other sexually, but today is the first time that I can say that we made love. I know that I've said that I was in love before with a certain someone in high school. He turned out to be a douche bag. The sex that we had was great and I had thought, at the time, that it was love that we made. I was wrong.

What happened this afternoon blew my mind. Our touches were tender and the time we spent together was truly pure bliss. I found my true love. I will never leave her. The two of us shall be together for all eternity.

To tell the tale of our time together... Hmm, all those Ts.

The twin's tight twats were tweaked, twiddled and twirled till telltale thunderous tones foretold the threatening orgasms. Twice more the twats were teased till the twain trembled and twerked through their tumultuous orgasm.

Sorry my dear friend, I thought I was done for today, but I just had my mind blown away yet again.

I wasn't going to tell even you, my dear friend, the conversation that we had after our love session. The only reason why I am now is due to what took place later.

Melody had told me that she had fallen in love with James also. Not only that, but that they had made love on the creek bank last weekend. I didn't believe her at first of course. Until the event that took place after we gave James a bath and a massage. It's a bit hard to put into words what had happened.

It's a bit ironic in a way. Who would have thought that the very reason that I broke up with my last boyfriend would take place today? Do you remember? He told a group of his friends that he had sex with Mel and me at the same time. Then James knocked his lights out. Well, that's what happened, but it was James who got to have sex with us. Or was it making love also? All I know is that Melody and James made love, while I made love to her. Then I got the surprise of my life! James fucked me doggie style while I ate his seed from Melody's womb. Feeling James flood my pussy with his cum made me have the best orgasm of my life!

I've known for a while that I loved James, but I think I might be in love with him also, at least in lust for sure. All I know for now is that I don't want any other man but him. I can say that that won't be the last time we get together. Well, I'll let you go for now. James and I are going to do laundry. With luck, maybe I'll do something else too?

TO BE CONTINUED...

This is a work of fiction. All characters are 18 or older.

Comments and votes are welcome. Thank you.

I would like to thank GrandTeton for his editing and guidance and time spent.

Thank You

Road to the Sun: Chapter 07

*******

Melody's heart sank. She knew that the time had come for this, but she wasn't looking forward to it.

"What about?"

"About this."

Clarie handed Melody Cindy's Diary, which was open to the last entry. Melody read it.

Dear Diary,

It's been a while since last time I wrote. I promise that I will do my best to write more often. This very afternoon something happened between Mel and me. I've told you in the past that we enjoyed exploring each other sexually, but today is the first time that I can say that we made love. I know, I said that I was in love before with a certain someone in high school. He turned out to be a douche bag. The sex that we had was great and I had thought, at the time, that it was love that we made. I was wrong.

To tell the tale of our time together... Hmm, all those Ts.

The twin's tight twats were tweaked, twiddled and twirled till telltale thunderous tones foretold the threatening orgasms. Twice more the twats were teased till the twain trembled and twerked through their tumultuous orgasm.

What happened this afternoon blew my mind. Our touches were tender and the time we spent together was truly pure bliss. I found my true love. I will never leave her. The two of us shall be together for all eternity.

Sorry, my dear friend, I thought I was done for today, but I just had my mind blown away yet again.

I wasn't going to tell even you, my dear friend, the conversation that we had after our love session. The only reason why I am now is due to what took place later.

Melody had told me that she had fallen in love with James also. Not only that but that they had made love on the creek bank last weekend. I didn't believe her at first of course. Until the event that took place after we gave James a bath and a massage. It's a bit hard to put into words what happened.

It's a bit ironic in a way. Who would have thought that the very reason that I broke up with my last boyfriend would take place today? Do you remember? He told a group of his friends that he had sex with Mel and me at the same time. Then James knocked his lights out. Well, that's what happened, but it was James who got to have sex with us. Or was it making love also? All I know is that Melody and James made love, while I made love to her. Then I got the surprise of my life! James fucked me doggie style while I ate his seed from Melody's womb. Feeling James flood my pussy with his cum made me have the best orgasm of my life!

I've known for a while that I loved James, but I think I might be in love with him also, at least in lust for sure. All I know for now is that I don't want any other man but him. I can say that that won't be the last time we get together. Well, I'll let you go for now. James and I are going to do laundry; with luck, maybe I'll do something else?

Not only did Melody's heart sink, but now she felt like shit. She dropped Cindy's Diary to the mattress and looked at the floor. She tried to brace herself for the coming onslaught.

"So... How long have you and James been knocking boots?"

"Maybe two weeks." Melody's voice was just above a whisper.

"You love him?"

"With all my heart."

"You know it makes you look like a hypocrite?"

That pissed Melody off. She looked her eldest sister in the eyes: "Hypocrite?! How the fuck does it make me a hypocrite?!"

"By not allowing me to have sex with James while you are!"

"I'm mad at you for forcing him to have sex after he told you no! I'd be fine with it if he had said yes! But he didn't!"

"For the record, he didn't tell me no. HE just said: 'if things were different'. So, you'd be ok if he had said yes back then?"

Melody laughed a bit: "Well, no. I wanted him to take my virginity when I took his."

"James was a virgin?"

"Yeah."

"Fuck, so, I guess I got his v-card for BJs then."

"That and for being the first pussy to play with."

"Well, you seem to know what we did. Tell me about your first time."

*******

Claire listened to her sister tell the tale of the cleaning of the Liberty wood stove's pipes. Being chased around by the slime zombie calling for brains. The bath in the creek that turned into the hot sex scene on the creek bank, which, by the way, made her wet as ever to listen to. Melody left out no detail.

They both started back to cleaning the small cabin that they called home. They hauled the mattress and area rug outside and beat them, they swept the floor for the umpteenth time and mopped. All the while Melody continued to tell of all the sexual escapades she and her brother had been involved in, in detail. She told the time about cutting firewood and giving James a blowjob. How she had to swallow and ended up taking his cock into her throat. That is how she learned to deep throat. She told of the time she rode her brother cowgirl style while they cut wood. She also told of the time she sucked his cock at the gate last weekend. All of her tales had Claire so horny that she could feel her own pussy juices running down the inside of the thigh.

"Sis! Please stop! I can't take it anymore. If you keep up with those stories, I'll have to rub one out right here and now." She turned towards Melody and noticed her sister was flushed in the face. Not just there, however; her neck and chest were a crimson color as well. While looking at her chest she noted that her sister's areolas were puffy and her nipples looked hard. She scanned her sister's body downwards and could see the tell-tale signs of a freshly fucked cunt leaking pussy juice and sperm down the inside of her thigh.

"So - What did it feel like?"

"Felt pretty fucking good!"

"I mean - how did it feel to have a naked cock inside you?"

"A naked cock?"

"Yeah, one not protected by a condom. I should have said bareback."

"Well... I'm not sure what a cock feels like with a condom on, but I imagine it would be more like a smooth dildo if it had one. I could feel the flair of the head as it raked my g-spot, the veins as they slid in and out of me, its heat and how it seemed to get hotter as it grew..."

"Okay, stop it! I really can't take hearing anymore."

"You're the one that asked."

"Let's just get back to cleaning and then get a bath. I feel all sticky."

*******

Cindy had two more loads to go; the one that she was currently working on was James' work pants. With James being James, she checked the pockets. She found a business card in the last one. Looking at it, she noticed it belonged to one CLP, Mariah Barnes, a park ranger. She flipped it over and read the back: "Let's go out for drinks". Followed by a phone number and a XOXO.

Cindy knew that James didn't have the balls to ask some skank for her number, so she put it in her pocket and thought she would ask him about it later. She loaded the last load of blankets into a triple washer then glanced over to James. He looked tired standing next to the dryers. She closed the door and started the machine, then walked over to him. She wrapped her arms around his neck and gave him a kiss on the lips. The first kiss that they had ever shared, and it was passionate, tongues intertwining.

James broke the kiss: "People could be watching."

"So, they don't know we're siblings," she whispered into his ear.

"True, but it feels weird."

"Kissing me feels weird?"

"No, I actually like the kissing. Just that it feels strange to be doing it in public."

She straddled his thigh and then started to kiss him again, grinding her pussy against him as the kiss became hotter. She could feel his hands grab her ass and pulled her tighter against him. She broke the kiss this time: "James, I want you to fuck me again."

"What!? Now?" he whispered as softly as he could manage.

"No, but before we get back."

"What about dinner?"

"It would be cold anyway. What's a little longer going to do? Make it colder?"

"Speaking of dinner, what should we get?"

"Pizza! It's still good when it's cold."

"Okay, what should we get on it?"

"Hmm, pepperoni, mushrooms and black olives."

"Extra cheese?"

"Sure. But we better get two larges. I'm starved and I think I'll be even hungrier after you fuck me again."

She was about to kiss him again when the first washer buzzed signaling the end of the wash cycle. And thus the marathon of shifting clothes from washers to dryers began again.

*******

"I take it by your questions that you've never had sex bareback before?" Melody asked as she poured the rinse water down Claire's back.

"No, never."

"So, I guess that means you've never felt a guy's cock swell and get really hot just a moment before he sprays his hot cum into you. Never felt that hot seed splash against your cervix, time and time again." Melody said this, not to get an answer, but to arouse her sister. Watching Claire shudder and listening to her breathing turn erratic turned Melody on.

She had never considered having sex with her oldest sister before, but now, not only was she thinking about it, she was actively seducing her. Melody gently eased Claire out of the galvanized tub and started to dry her with the same towel she had used. Claire was stunning, a goddess in her own right. A bit taller than herself, and with larger breasts, her sister was the type of woman that Melody loved to go after. The only reason why she hadn't gone after her before was probably that Claire had scolded Cindy and her about their sex being incest. Claire couldn't use incest as an excuse this time; maybe she could protest sex with another woman, but Melody was sure she could get Claire so aroused that she would just go with the flow.

Melody moved closer to her sister and used the corner of the towel and part of her hand to wipe along her sister's slit.

"Did you like it when James ran his hands along your pussy lips like this?"

Claire's breath stuttered: "Yes."

"Did his fingers play with your clit, like this?"

Claire swallowed twice and tilted her back before she moaned: "Yes."

"Was your pussy this wet when he slid his fingers in like this?"

"Fuck yes."

"You wanted it to be his cock that slid in and out of you like my fingers are now, didn't you?"

"Y-yes."

Melody dropped the towel and took her other hand and brought her sister's head back up and then pulled her face towards her own: "You want to feel his lips against yours?"

"Yes."

"Like this?" Melody kissed her sister's lips. Softly at first and then when her sister started to kiss her back, Melody pried Claire's lips apart with her tongue. When the tongues started to dance together, she thought: 'Too easy,' then she slowly lowered her sister to the king-sized mattress. She placed her full weight on Claire and interlaced her fingers with her sister's. Melody then continued their kiss. She had planned simply to ravage Claire, teach her not to be so high and mighty, but as the kiss got more sensual and passionate, she decided to go with the flow herself. She worked her way down her sister's body slowly, never letting loose of each other's hands.

Melody had watched Claire's reaction to the retelling of her time with their brother. Claire was aroused, she could tell by the way she was breathing. The lustful glazed eyes and her flushed body only confirmed it. The kiss that they shared was frantic, clearly announcing how badly Claire needed relief. Her fingers went back to work inside her sister's tunnel, not to tease, but to bring her an orgasm. She wanted to explore Claire's body, to take her time and to enjoy this moment.

With the palm of her hand pressed firmly against her sister's clit, she worked her fingers deeper. Ridges touched the tip of her finger just as Claire's hips begin to undulate, grinding her clit tightly into Melody's palm.

"Ah-Ah, yes. Right like that," while she took a deep breath. Then she moaned: "please, don't stop."

Melody smiled and kissed her way down Claire's neck and chest, when she got to her sister's left breast she started to add light flicks with her tongue. The dark-haired beauty's larger breasts were licked, sucked, kissed and softly bit several times before she worked her way down her body.

*******

Tasting her own pussy juices was not all that strange for Claire. She had done so many times before. Tasting them while kissing her sister was what made it strange. She found that she liked tasting her juices so well, in fact, that she started licking her sister's face clean.

Giggling, Melody asked: "Do you like the taste of pussy?"

Between licks, Claire replied: "Yes," softly.

Before she knew it, Claire had Melody's pussy an inch from her face and closing fast. Her mind was spinning its wheels, but her body wanted to taste more so it took control. She started to feast on the meal in front of her. Her body knew how it liked to be treated and it automatically went to licking at Melody's slit. Claire wrapped her arms around her sister's thighs and spread her lips wide with her fingers. When her mind caught a gear, she dedicated her tongue to lapping and swirling around the pink bud. The savory flavor that filled her mouth drove her hunger for more.

The musky scent and the clean taste of another woman's pussy was strangely gratifying. Then she got a taste of something that was familiar, a taste of something that she knew that she wanted more of: Her brother; his cum to be more precise. Since there was no way to properly clean inside one's own vagina it made sense some of James' cum would still be inside Melody, but to have so much of it still oozing out? Must have been lots of cum he blasted inside their sister.

Claire didn't care though; she was already horny as hell and this was just the 'icing on the cake'. She knew that from this moment on she would gladly eat out either of her sisters, especially if they had just been fucked by James. Claire did her best to suck his cum from Melody's hole and tried to lap it out with her tongue. All of her attention to this little detail just drove Melody crazy. Her hips started to buck and her moans filled the small cabin. Claire was doing it! She was bringing the first woman that she had ever eaten out to an orgasm.

Claire felt Melody ram a couple of fingers deep into her pussy and start pumping her for all she was worth as Claire brought her closer and closer to climax. The following few nanoseconds saw both women orgasm at the same time, accompanied by a painful wail from Melody and a loud moan from Claire.

*******

Bart Hardwick was lounging in the beach chair, watching all the bikini-clad young Thai women disporting on the sand. He'd love to be able to relax, get a hard-on just watching those nubile beauties. It was what a vacation in one of the loveliest spots in the world owed him. Instead, he was too worried to enjoy himself. The Cromwell kids. What he'd done to them. What troubles were ahead for them. What he still had to do for them. Whether they'd survive it all.

He was upset. No, that's not right. He was furious. Everything about what he had done made him even angrier. The kids could've stayed in their house and been fine. Maybe. He hadn't started to feel like shit and act like a shit until that old geezer showed up and told him that the kids were not safe there, to get them out and get them to Montana ASAP.

Montana? Well, if you were going to get away from trouble, might as well go to the ends of the Earth. He still wasn't sure why he'd believed the old man. There'd been a fire in him, though. He was afraid not to. He was still afraid, come to think of it. It was because he had feared for their lives that he'd done what was demanded of him, but he didn't like it one bit. Almost everything he told the Cromwell kids was a lie. Well, not only the kids but the people that were willing to rent to them. He made everything work to his favor. His goal was to get them to Montana and make them disappear. Their stocks and bonds had all been sold, the sale of the house closed last week, and the kids' trust funds had been shut down. The last thing he did before he left for Krabi, Thailand, was to close their bank account.

"Follow the money" was what they'd taught him back in law school when a case got particularly messy. That had been a long while back, but it still made sense. So, he'd taken the money away. If someone tried to follow the money, it wasn't going to get them the Cromwell kids. It wasn't going to get them to him, either. There was a good bit more money than anyone had counted on - it must have been that last insurance policy, the one they'd all forgotten about - but it was all buried, thanks to people who knew how to play the paper game.

What bothered him was that those kids had trusted him, and he'd driven them away from their home and settled them God knew where with almost no money, all on the word of some old man.

"Hey, Bart."

"Cal," Bart looked over at his old pal. He was in great shape for a man well into his fifties. A bit on the gray side, but he still had the muscle from his youth. Tanned everywhere, mostly due to the type of work he did, Bart thought.

"Well, I got some info for ya. Can we talk here?"

"It's safe. Just spit it out."

"They were targeted."

"Assassinated?"

"Mmhmm. That's what my people tell me. That's not the only kicker. Turns out that the same thing happened to a couple in Maine."

"You know anything about that?"

"Just that it was the same M.O. You want me to look at it too?"

Bart thought for a few seconds: "Do it. I need to know what the hell's going on." Then maybe his conscience would let him be. That old man might have been right after all, or maybe they were still targets in Montana. He needed to know why, too.

"Right."

As Bart watched his friend walk off, he picked up his satellite phone and made a call. He had a few more favors he could call in, too. Looked like that old fossil knew what he was talking about.

*******

They were both tired after doing the laundry but Cindy was adamant about still wanting to fuck before they went home. Finding a beautiful spot wasn't much of a problem; the full moon lit their valley in its own unique way, giving James and Cindy their choice of views. The one they preferred faced east with the full moon clearly visible through the windshield. Moon shadows cast by trees and mountains skirted the valley and the moonlight reflected off the creek in several spots.

Just sitting still looking out at the view in front of her made her realize that she was more tired than she wished she was. She rolled the window down and took a deep breath of the chilly air. It helped a bit but the smell of the pizza made her stomach rumble. Just as she was starting to say "Sorry" a yawn took over. Not a small one, but of the type that makes your jaw pop. As with all yawns it was contagious. This yawn had a mission; it was going to live its short life to the fullest and bounced back and forth between the two multiple times before it died.

"Sorry James. I'm just more tired than I thought."

"You and I both are, so don't feel so bad about it. Not like we won't have another opportunity."

"Yeah, but I really was looking forward to it."

"So was I. Doing all that laundry really put a crimper in our plans."

"Me making you drive down this two-track didn't help matters either."

"Maybe, but now I know where I want to take you when I do get the chance to fuck the shit out of you," James' eyebrows bounced up and down a few times.

"The eyebrow thing is a bit too creepy James. Don't do that when you're with a girl."

Even though she said what she did, she had a huge smile on her face brought on by his promise. She flew across the bench seat and gave James an energetic kiss, deep as a kiss could ever accomplish. Her tongue swirled around his, across his teeth and back to his tongue. She pulled back: "Can't wait!"

"You still want to go back to the house?"

"Sorry, Baby! That kiss was all I had left."

"Glad you decided to use what you had left on me."

"Since you seem to have gotten a little energy back, I want you to do me a favor."

"Which is?"

"I want you to fuck Claire."

*******

"That fucking hurt!" Melody said.

"I'm sorry, sis! I couldn't help myself!"

"Damn, girl! You give a whole new meaning to snapping pussy!" She couldn't help but giggle and then looked back down at the set of teeth marks, a hand's width below her pussy, on the inside of her right thigh.

"Did I break the skin?"

"No, but I'll have a pretty bruise."

"I really am sorry about that!"

"I know, sis. I just feel sorry for the people who found out too late."

"I'll let you know that I have never bitten a guy's dick!"

"Maybe not! But you do bite boobies!" Cindy stated as she and James came through the door with their arms full of laundry

.

Melody jumped to her feet and ran out the door naked to bring in the rest of the laundry. Claire soon followed to help, also naked, and grabbed a bag. Melody was back at the door when Cindy was coming back out for the last of it.

"Claire! You still have pussy juice all over your face!" Cindy called out.

Claire dropped the bag and turned beet red instantly. Melody watched as Cindy walked up to Claire, grabbed her face and kissed her. She slowly backed off: "Love how your pussy tastes, Mel."

Melody watched for a moment, enjoying the sight of her two sisters, till she heard a loud thump behind her. Turning around she saw James trying to get up off the floor.

"You okay?"

"Yeah."

She could hear the embarrassment in his voice: "You know, you're going to have to get used to all that from now on."

James' eyebrows came together and his head tilted to one side, but he didn't say anything. Melody just smiled then said: "You have three women who you have to take care of now. We can't always be taking care of each other."

*******

Tess was sitting on her bed listening to her sister, Mariah, tell her about getting to talk to James.

"You stopped him without just cause?"

"I had 'just cause'," Mariah smiled, "it was just a little weak."

"What was he like?"

"Nervous, like most people are when they get pulled over. Really cute, that's for sure. He volunteered to help get that piece of shit I was driving running again, so at least I could get home. And when he got out of his truck, I made him turn around so I could get a good look at his ass."

"OH, MY, GOD! You shameless hussy!" Tess laughed. "So, how did it look?"

"High, tight and very sexy!" Mariah purred.

"So, what happened then?"

"He started working on it."

"His ass?"

"No, my vehicle, idiot."

"That's all?"

"Well, we talked, too. Mostly about my duty vehicle's problems at first."

"At first?"

"Well, yeah, at first. Then I asked him about where he lived and what he did for work."

"And?"

"And he said he was camping and that he was working on the road construction crew for the Park."

"The construction crew?"

"Yeah."

"Hmm, could you tell your captain that he works for the road crew? You know, to get out of the weeklong stints at the watchtowers?"

"I don't think that would work, but nice try."

"Well, damn. So, what else did you talk about?"

"Well, I found out that he is single."

"Anything else?"

"Mm, not much else, really."

"So, all you know about him is that he works on the road crew and he's single?"

"Well, I know more than that. Just not from talking to him."

"Come on, I'm dying here. Tell me everything!"

"Fine! He's eighteen, five-foot-ten, been camping here since he moved from Savannah, Georgia. Hmm, blue eyes and brown hair."

Tess noticed that Mariah had a dreamy look on her face ever since she walked in the door. As Mariah talked more about her encounter, her look turned more towards one of want and desire. Tess then leaned forward and softly kissed her twin on the lips.

*******

The two young beauties pleasing each other filled Geraldine's view, well, at least what she could see of them through the gap in the door. She was happy just knowing that her grand-babies were safe and keeping to the promise that they had made to her. To stay pure and to wait until the sign showed itself.

She knew that they both thought she was crazy. She, however, knew that history was about to repeat itself. All the signs were there. She had made all the moves that her great-grandmother told her about. Now all she could do was wait out the clock. She just hoped that her time didn't run out before the last pieces fell into place. She closed the door and walked back to her room. As she passed through the living room her hand gently caressed an old blanket that was hanging on the wall.

She sat on the bed once back in her room and looked at her wheelchair: 'Glad they didn't catch me up and about without it,' she thought to herself. She laid back and closed her eyes, recalling her youth before she finally drifted off to sleep.

*******

Claire couldn't help but smile when she noticed James was asleep, propped up against the back wall of the log cabin. His head was tilted forwards and to the side and almost looked like he was nodding as he breathed.

"He looks dead to the world," Melody said.

"What did you guys do to him?" Claire asked.

"It's not what we did to him, it's just that it's past his bedtime," Cindy stated.

Claire looked at the clock: "It's just after eleven."

"Yep! He's normally asleep by ten," Melody stated. "Poor guy. He gets up at five and is out the door by six-thirty," she added.

Claire noticed that James still had a slice of pizza in his hand and gently removed it: "Looks like he only ate half a slice."

"He may have filled himself up with Root Beer floats," Cindy giggled.

"He needs to start eating better," Claire stated flatly.

"We all need to start eating better," Cindy agreed.

"By the looks of what we have left by the sink, we should go shopping tomorrow," Melody added.

"Can it wait till Monday?" Claire sadly asked.

"Why Monday?" Melody asked.

"I'm going to look for another job on Monday."

"What's wrong with the one you have?" Cindy asked.

Claire bowed her head: "I was let go today."

Cindy and Melody hugged Claire at the same time. Then Cindy said quietly: "Well, don't feel too bad about it. It was only temporary in the first place. You'll find another job."

Claire was about to say something when her head was tilted upwards: "We'll both go with you Monday and look for work too," Melody said, looking her in the eyes.

"We will find work together," Cindy added cheerfully. "James' work is temp work too. He might not have another two weeks."

Claire sat quietly for a few moments and let Cindy's words sink in: "Right. We will go Monday and look for work and shop after. But we need to be smarter when we shop."

"Cindy, no more chicken noodle soup!" Melody giggled.

"It was on sale!"

"Well, that's what I mean. We need to be smarter. Buy in bulk but a variety of things. Like potatoes, rice, noodles, and whatnot."

"Hmm, beans would work. Maybe some flour and cornbread makings," Melody offered.

"Oh, that sounds good. Beans and cornbread. Haven't had that in a while," Cindy said almost drooling.

Melody giggled: "It does sound good, but we'll have to put up with James 'Tooting' all the time."

"Where in the hell did he get that jingle from anyway?" Claire asked.

"Hmm, I think from Mr. Richards. Keith's dad," Melody answered.

"I don't remember a Keith," Claire stated.

"He was the short kid with big glasses, buzzcut, and always knocking the lamp over in the living room," Cindy explained.

"No, that was Tayler! Keith was the skinny, bald kid that wore Lynyrd Skynyrd shirts," Melody corrected.

"Right, he's the one that blasted Free Bird every time he drove up the drive," Cindy remembered.

"I still don't recall him."

"Just be thankful. I think James started hanging out with him just before you went off to college," Melody said as she started to clean up their little mess from dinner.

"You're all wrong," James said groggily, "Keith's dad is Mr. Braun; he's the one I got all the sayings from. Mr. Richards is Tayler's dad. Tayler is the guy I got the truck from. The same truck that he blasted Free Bird for the entire world to hear." He scooted down the bed and took his pants off followed by his shirt: "I befriended Keith after I helped move Tayler to North Carolina."

He shifted, scooted and wriggled down the mattress until he was comfortable, bunched up his pillow and punched it twice before he rolled onto his side and lay his head down.

Claire was going to ask another question but James fell back to sleep. She ran her fingers through his hair a few times: "He needs a haircut."

"I think we could all use a bit of a trim," Cindy replied.

Claire glanced over at Melody, who was holding her hair in her fingers and studying the ends: "Split ends?"

"No. I think my hair has been more shiny and soft since we moved here."

"I think so too. I know it's not our shampoo. We have used the same stuff for years," Cindy added while she looked at her own hair.

"I think your hair looks beautiful. You both have beautiful hair," Claire replied.

"Thank you!" Came at Claire in that typical stereo surround sound that only the twins seemed to be able to do. "Yours is beautiful as well!"

"Thank you!" Claire said as she ran her fingers through her own hair: "Would you like me to trim your hair tomorrow?"

"Yes please," Melody replied.

"Sure," Cindy answered.

Claire smiled then asked what else they should do tomorrow and they all agreed to just be lazy.

"What are we going to do with the milk and the ice cream soup?" Melody asked.

"How much ice cream is left?" came from Cindy as she straightened the blankets on the bed.

"About a glass and a half."

"And the milk?"

Melody held up the milk jug and said: "About half, maybe just under."

"Might as well have another shake," Claire stated as she raised her glass.

Melody shrugged and began portioning out the remainder of their liquid treats: "I don't know if it qualifies as a 'shake'."

The sisters talked about the day's events as they drank. They sat on the mattress and did their best to stay quiet and not disturb James.

*******

James had tried his best to go back to sleep, but after being awakened several times, the sheep just went on strike. Even though his sisters were now sound asleep, Cindy's retelling of her pounding kept replaying in his mind, along with the memories of the animalistic pounding he'd given her. Although he was proud from the praise that Cindy gave him, he still felt a bit sad, mostly due to the fact that he'd wanted their first time to go more like his first time with Melody: just the two of them.

With his hands clasped behind his head and staring at the orange and yellow light from the fire dancing with the shadows in the rafters, he came to the decision that he'd have to make his first time with Claire one-on-one. She deserved that much from him.

He also decided that he would have to make up to Cindy for not being able to wait until they were alone together. That led back to the conversation that his sisters had. He had to have some firsts with Cindy to show that he thought she was special, as special as the other two. With his limited experience, he could only think of one thing. Of the three times he recalled ever watching a girl get eaten out, he didn't actually know what they did, or rather, how they did it. Just whhat got touched with what? That thought led quickly to the fact that Melody had never sucked a cock before either. 'What was it she said? She said: 'Looked like a large clit?' Was that it?' It didn't take him long to start recalling every blowjob Melody had given him, then the one Claire gave him. When he got to the memory of yesterday afternoon, the twins' blowjob, he wished he had paid more attention: 'Fuck, if I did that then it would've been over too soon.'

James considered how and where he would like to have his sexual encounters. He then came to realize that everything that had happened so far wasn't scripted. All the sex he had had had been spontaneous. And it was marvelous! Why change the plan when you're winning?

He took a deep breath and looked up at the clock. It was after four-thirty. He looked out the gap between the curtains and sighed; it was still dark. He closed his eyes for a brief moment thinking about getting up when he felt a hand touch his stomach.

*******

Since James' elbow blocked Cindy's view of his face, she used her other hand to prop herself up. She looked into his eyes and could tell he was going to say something. She moved the hand from his stomach to his lips. It took her by surprise when he kissed her fingers, which, in turn, caused her heart to beat faster. When she was sure he wasn't going to talk, she removed her hand and looked upon his face. Her eyes slowly drifted to his lips and she found herself easing closer to them. Her whole body tingled as her lips met his.

She had only planned to place a light peck on his lips, but when his arms embraced her and held her tight, that plan went out the window. The little peck turned into a deep protracted kiss with their tongues softly caressing. She wasn't sure how long they had been kissing when she broke the kiss to take a deep breath, but she knew it was the longest kiss she had ever had. When she felt him kissing her neck just below her ear her breath caught in her throat. His kisses then trailed down her neck to her shoulder and that's when she felt like her whole body had been set ablaze.

She caught her breath when he reached the start of her arm. "If you don't stop, I'm going to fuck you here and now!" she whispered into his ear.

"So," he whispered back.

"Fuck it!" she exclaimed, a little louder than what she had intended. She looked over toward her siblings and took note that they were still sleeping: "Come with me."

She grabbed her pillow and carefully made her way out of the bed and over to her clothes pile. She was just about to put her jeans on when she decided she would just be taking them off again in a minute, if what she wanted happened, so she dropped them and slipped her shirt on, nothing else. She then grabbed the recently emptied milk jug and filled it with water. The next thing she did was to grab one of the spare blankets as she walked to the door.

Grabbing a set of keys was nearly impossible with her hands full and she asked James to get them. Once outside, she quickly regretted not putting on her jeans and coat. A shirt wasn't much given how cold it was.

"Fuck! It's colder than a well-digger's ass," she proclaimed as she wrapped herself in the blanket.

"Or a witch's tit," James added with a brief chuckle.

The full moon's light lit the valley and high-lighted the heavy frost that covered everything in sight.

"You want to wait inside while I let the truck warm up?" James offered.

"No, let's take the SUV," Cindy replied as she climbed into the passenger's side.

She sat and waited while he did his best to scrape the frost from the windshield. She was glad that the SUV didn't take long until it started to put out warm air as her shivering body quaked once more.

"Where did you want to go?" James asked as he climbed into the driver's seat.

"Take us back to the place we were last night, but face the moon if you please."

The six-minute trip was quiet except for the sound of the heater running and the gravel crunching under the tires. The moon was just getting ready to be eclipsed by the large mountain at the western edge of the valley when James put the SUV in park.

"I can't get over how pretty our new home is. The moonlight makes all the frost look like diamonds."

"It is pretty, but not as pretty as you."

Cindy knew she was blushing after that comment and turned to look at James: "You sweet talker you."

"Only telling you the truth, sis."

She turned in her seat and kissed James on his cheek: "I'm sorry I was so tired last night. When I dragged you out here, I wanted you to fuck me, but now I want you to make love to me."

"I'm not sure what the difference is."

"Don't worry, you'll see soon enough."

The soft kiss that she planted on his lips made her lips tingle. The deeper the kiss became, the further the tingling crept down the rest of her body. When she finally pulled back from the kiss, she brought his lower lip with her about an inch before she let it go.

She felt hot again. She didn't know if it was from the heater or her desire for her brother, but it no longer mattered as she shrugged off the blanket and slid back over to the passenger side.

She told him to undress as she took the blanket and draped it over the seat and its back, then placed the pillow in the crook of the seat. She had just finished straightening out the blanket when he started to move over to her side. Cindy smiled to herself at his eagerness as he tried to remove her panties at the same time.

She had to partially straddle him to get her panties the rest of the way off since they'd been caught on her shoes. Once she had freed her ankles she looked deep into his eyes as she sat on his lap. Dark blue pools full of desire was what she found. Her heart started beating faster as she wrapped her arms around his neck, then leaned in for another kiss. His strong arms embraced her and pulled her in tight against his bare chest as their tongues started to play.

She didn't want to leave his embrace but she needed to feel his bare skin against her own. She broke the kiss and leaned back. When she went to pull her shirt off his hands had already worked the shirt up to just below her breasts. His hot mouth claimed her left breast as soon as it had been freed which caused her to moan. He pulled her into another tight embrace while her head and arms were bound by her shirt making it difficult for her to extract herself from the confining clothes.

Free of her clothes, sans her shoes, she reached down between their bodies and took hold of her brother's hard cock. She stroked it slowly and realized that she was too far away for her to get him inside. She pulled back and kissed him quickly on the lips and turned around in his lap. She reached down and took his cock in her hand and guided him into her canal as she sat back down.

She took her time and enjoyed the feeling of a forbidden cock entering her. Just the thought alone sent shivers up and down her spine. When she felt the head of his cock press against her cervix, a tremor ran through her body. She let out a sigh and then leaned back into his chest. She had never felt so complete in her life. It was as if she had been missing a part of her body and soul and now discovered that she was finally whole.

Another quake ran through her body as she felt his fingertips gently glide up her thighs to her waist. Her vaginal muscles clamped down on his cock and she felt it twitch. She covered his hands with her own and guided one to her breast and the other to her clit. When she felt him pull and pinch her nipple and stroke her clit another quake ran through her.

When Cindy felt the wet tip of his tongue lick behind her ear her whole body shook with an orgasm like never before. She must have squirted because she could feel a hot wet liquid splash against her fingers. James started to kiss down her neck and her head tilted to the side as she let out another deep moan followed by a sigh. Her hips started to undulate on their own as he began to thrust up into her.

She glanced out the windshield and watched as the last sliver of the moon disappeared behind the tall mountain to the west. Her vision, just like the valley itself, went dark as she felt the first of many hot jets of heat pulse against the entrance to her womb.

*******

James was hot, sweaty and uncomfortable sandwiched between Cindy's limp body and the blanketed seat. That's not what woke them; what woke them was the loud thunk of thin metal being bent and the shaking of the SUV.

"Fuck!" Cindy cried.

"That's one big fuckin bird!" James added.

It was easy to tell in the dawn's morning light that the huge bird had been the source of their wake-up call. It was perched on the hood and looking in the windshield with black beaded eyes. It was at least as long as James' forearm from the tip of its large beak to the end of its tail. Long blue-black feathers simmered in the light as it bobbed and weaved its large head trying to get a better look at the siblings.

"That's the biggest fucking crow I've ever seen!" Cindy exclaimed.

"I don't think that's a crow."

"Then what the fuck is it?"

"No clue."

They watched in awe as the raptor preened itself and gasped aloud as it spread its wings. When the bird opened its beak and let out a loud croak instead of a caw James knew for a fact that it was a raven.

The raven fluffed its feathers then leaped off the hood as it took to the air, leaving behind several feathers, much to their delight.

"James, I want one of those."

"Okay, but you've got to get off me first," he chuckled.

James swore aloud nonstop in the bitterly cold morning air as he did his best to collect the feathers.

"You could've put your clothes on first, you know," Cindy laughed.

"Well... I just didn't think about it," he said as he got back in on the driver's side.

They couldn't help but laugh at each other and themselves as they tried to untangle their clothes and get dressed.

*******

Tess Brines waved her sister goodbye from the front porch of their grandmother's want-to-be museum. She hated the fact that she would not see her sister again for a whole week. In her opinion, it was unfair to make Mariah sit in a watch-tower for that long all by herself. She would have gone with her if she didn't have to work herself.

What annoyed her more was that she wasn't allowed to go anywhere by herself. She was an adult and could take care of her own well-being. She didn't need or want a babysitter, but she knew that for the sake of peace and quiet she would reluctantly submit to grandma's request. Ever since they had moved in with her, Tess had felt like she was on a leash.

She took a deep breath of the cold mountain air and let out a soft sigh as she went back inside to wait for Mr. White. Tess considered him an 'old fart'; how in the world her grandmother could think of him as good security she'd never know. He was a good sized man and had surprised her several times by his strength, which, for a man in his seventies, was impressive.

The ten minutes that she had to wait flew by quickly. Mr. White stood almost six feet tall and his long salt and pepper hair was tied back into his customary ponytail. His black three-piece suit and his black patent leather shoes were as pristine as ever. He had a darker complexion than her own toffee-colored one.

"You ready, Ms. Tess?" His deep bass voice was gentle as always.

"Yeah..." her voice was quiet, and her melancholy mood very apparent.

"Are you feeling well today, Ms. Tess?"

"I'll be fine. Thank you for asking, Sly-Fox." It still felt weird to her to call him by his tribal name.

"Where to today, Ms. Tess?"

"The Lodge."

"As you wish, Ms. Tess."

The half-hour drive to the lodge was quiet, which was normal for both of them. Tess knew that Mr. White was a tribal elder, but just couldn't figure out why he was her shadow. She could always ask him again, but knew he would just give her the same answer that he had each time she'd asked for the last four years: 'Because of who you are.' To which she'd ask: 'Who am I?' The answer she got? 'You'll find out soon enough.' He certainly was a cryptic bastard. His tribal name seemed to fit perfectly.

She didn't have a regular job. Tess was more of a fill-in wherever the Tribal Council needed her. This morning it was for the lodge, as a clerk in the convenience store/gas station operated by the council. As it was mid-October she expected a slow day.

She clocked in and set about doing her register swap. She watched Mr. White head off towards the lodge's offices. She knew he'd be watching over her on the security cameras.

It was just after six a.m. when she noticed a late model grey pickup truck pull up at the pumps. She walked over to the window and watched as the driver got out to retrieve a gas can from the bed of the truck and then tried to fill it at the pump. The driver seemed to be getting upset so she walked over to the microphone for the pumps.

"It's pre-paid," she said.

"I know, but my card doesn't seem to be working,"

"Come on in and I'll run it through in here."

"Okay."

When he came into the shop her breath caught in her throat. It was James! She had seen him once before, in the restaurant Friday night. Brown hair and five-foot-ten according to the tape measure at the door. Her heart started to beat a little faster and she felt warmer as he got closer to the counter.

"Sorry about that. But my card doesn't seem to work on the pump."

"No problem."

She ran his card and when the processing message read "Denied" she ran it again.

"Sorry, but it's been declined."

"Fuck's sake!" he said as he pulled out a wad of cash: "I need two gallons if you please."

As she ran him up he said: "Is your name Mariah?"

Tess thought 'that will make her happy!'

"No, it's Tess. Mariah is my twin sister."

"Nice to meet you, Tess."

"Nice to meet you too, James."

She watched him cock an eyebrow as he asked: "How'd you know my name?"

"Mariah pointed you out to me Friday night."

"Friday night? I didn't meet her till yesterday afternoon."

"Sorry James, all I know is she pointed you out during grandma's birthday party."

"Ah... okay."

When he turned to leave, she said: "Ah dah mah tsee noo tsee yoop!"

He turned: "What?"

"I said: 'Ah dah mah tsee noo tsee yoop!'It means: 'I'll see you again.'"

He smiled at her and did his best to repeat the phase but gave up after failing twice before he said: "Later."

She smiled at him and waved goodbye as he walked back to the pumps: "I'll definitely see you later."

TO BE CONTINUED

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Road to the Sun Chapter:08

Claire gets more than she bargained for.

***

Snow-covered mountains and a bitter breeze met James as he walked back to his pickup. He could have had one of his sisters come with him and bring back the SUV at the same time, but hearing them still laughing he decided to do it all on his own.

'The Walk of Shame' back to the cabin earlier that day had caused, for what seemed like forever, the Cromwell siblings to bust out in laughter. It was funny, he supposed, but also embarrassing for James. He didn't think that the laughter had even stopped while he went to bring the pickup back because it seemed to get even more irritating.

He had a few things on his mind and the peace and quiet helped him focus. Well, that's what he hoped would happen. Reality was the chilly wind biting at his face and ears, just a small part of the problem with trying to think straight. His mind started humming a tune on its own about Jack Frost nipping at his nose. Which in turn brought up the fact that the holidays were fast approaching. Which also meant that Claire's birthday would be soon, just after Thanksgiving.

'Winter!' he thought. Just what they needed. He had already picked up the stuff to winterize the vehicles and he knew it had to be done today, no putting off! He'd do it after he warmed up. As for Claire's birthday present? He needed to get started on making something nice for her as well. Not going to be easy hiding it from her while he worked on it, one room cabin and all. But, he would find a way.

Another thing that ran through his mind was that he had met Mariah's twin sister Tess. Meeting another set of twins was a bit of a surprise, but a nice one. Very lovely brown eyes and an ample chest if her tight fitting sweater was to be believed. She seemed to be flirting with him, but he wasn't sure.

He froze in place as his hand reached for the door handle of his truck when the thought of fucking two sets of twins at the same time crossed his mind. He had never even thought of having sex with Mariah or Tess till that moment. He tried to shake the idea from his head and then climbed in and headed back to the cabin. It was an idea that wouldn't shake loose.

*

"What-ya thinking about?" Claire asked him as he seemed to be zoning off.

"About how all this..." he motioned with his hand to seemingly indicate the entire cabin, "came about."

She had a confused look on her face when she asked, "With Mom and Dad dying?"

"In a roundabout way... yeah."

"Roundabout way?" Melody asked.

"Yeah... if I hadn't had nightmares about Mom, y'all wouldn't have been sleeping in my bed with me, and I wouldn't have fallen out."

"What does that have to do with us being here?" Cindy inquired.

"And what does anything have to do with you falling out of bed?" Melody added.

He sat down on the mattress and let out a drawn-out sigh, "I didn't mean being here, as in here in Montana or the cabin. I meant here as in a sexual relationship with each other."

"What do falling out of bed and sex have to do with each other?" Cindy inquired.

"Who did you have sex with and when did it happen?" Melody's stern glare made it quite evident that she wasn't happy at the thought. He knew that look well. How could he not? Eighteen years of his life he had spent with his sisters; his entire life up to that moment, a life that might end soon unless he was careful.

"Nothing like that Mel," he said with his hands up in surrender.

When a smile crossed her face, he continued. "You remember when I fell out of bed back in Georgia?"

"Yeah." She smiled brightly.

"When I stood up and saw the three of you laying in my bed, that was the first time I knew what true beauty looked like."

He heard the twins sigh and his oldest sister's "Aw". When he met their eyes they blushed. His heart started to beat a little harder.

"It was also the first time that I-I got aroused." Now he was a bit embarrassed. "When I saw you three in the kitchen."

"Is that why you ran off? You got hard?" Cindy asked.

"No, I... don't really know why I ran," he hung his head and shook it. He felt three hands touch him at the same time; one on each shoulder and one on his thigh.

He looked at the hand on his thigh and followed the arm up to Claire's face. Her hair color he really didn't know what it would be called except for black. She had blonde stands here and there along with other colors like red and brown. Her sky blue eyes were soft and caring. He felt like he could just look into her eyes for the rest of his life and be happy. "I think things are different now."

Claire touched his face with her other hand and gave it a gentle touch. "Things are different and have been for a while." She leaned forward and kissed him lightly on the lips, then sat back and waited for him to continue.

He licked his bottom lip and sighed, then looked at his other sisters. "I've been... doing a good bit of thinking while at work this past week." It got deathly quiet in the cabin. Even the fire seemed to hold its popping and crackling waiting for the other shoe to drop. "Mostly been thinking about you and me, Mel." He looked at her and watched as she bit her upper lip and seemed to be nervous. "Part of me wanted to grab you and kiss you when I got home, then rip your clothes off and throw you on the bed." She smiled and blushed at that part but was still showing a touch of nervousness mixed with the desire sparkling in her eyes.

"But...," he could sense the tension in the cabin rise, "we are brother and sister. And it is still illegal." The shoe dropped and he watched Melody's eyes moisten. As her tears began to fall he took her by the shoulders. "But, I don't care. I love you! I'm in love with you! It might be wrong and people will condemn us for it, but they can all go to hell! I don't want to lose what we have! I don't want to lose you!"

James didn't get the chance to finish as he was tackled by Melody and kissed fiercely. When she was done, she raised herself up by pushing against his chest. Looked him in the eyes and then punched him in the chest!

"Ouch! What the hell, Mel?!"

"Don't you EVER do that to me again!"

"What did I do?"

"It sounded like you were breaking up with me!"

He grabbed her and pulled her tight against his chest and kissed the top of her head. "I'll never break up with you! You're family and family comes first!" He kissed the top of her head again.

She kissed his chest and moved to look him in the eyes again. "Next time, you better think of how you say something and not just what you want to say, buster!" She kissed his lips once more then sat up straight and wiped her tears away.

He sat up and looked at Cindy and Claire. He didn't know what to say and took a few moments to organize his thoughts.

Claire then asked: "Have you thought about us?"

"Sort of."

"Sort of?"

"Before I answer, let me just finish my original thought."

"Go on."

"Like I said, I was thinking more of Melody. And how our relationship would work out with all of us living here. It's not like we have any privacy, like our own rooms. And I didn't want to hurt either you or Cindy. But Saturday kind of threw everything out the window for me. I..."

Melody interrupted: "James, I think I know where you're going with this. I wouldn't agree with sneaking around behind everyone's back. That's why I brought Cindy into the mix Saturday and why I seduced Claire."

Claire interrupted this time, "I haven't had real sex in over seven months. And... well..."

It was apparently Cindy's turn, "You're one lucky son-of-a-bitch, James!"

He looked towards her and raised an eyebrow out of confusion.

She continued; "You -- have -- a -- Harem! Three women; all sisters. A pair of twins; every man's dream. And to top it all off, we're your sisters!"

Melody added, "Guess he didn't pay attention last night when I told him he had three women to take care of now!" She giggled.

He shook his head and replied, "That's why I said everything went out the window last night."

All three of his sisters leaned forward and placed their hands on the mattress and started to crawl towards him when he held up his hands to stop them. "Whoa, I have a few questions."

The lusty hunger in each of their eyes dimmed a bit and they sat back.

"Don't you want all three of us?" Melody asked a bit nervously.

"I do, but I'm not sure how this 'harem' thing works."

"Are you serious? Or are you pulling our leg?" Claire asked.

"I just told you all about my experience when it comes to sex. Before you, I didn't have any. I'm not sure I know what to expect."

Cindy giggled, then said, "A harem is a group of three or more women who are available for you to fuck."

Claire added, "The wives, concubines, female relatives, and servants dedicated to one man."

"If you want to get technical it also means a room or structure that houses the women," Melody stated.

A loud pop came from the fireplace and sent a hot ember flying across the room that landed behind the girls. Cindy was quick to put it out.

"We really need to get a screen," Claire stated.

The twins both said "Right" at the same time, then giggled.

"Any more questions?" Melody asked.

"Well, I already knew what a harem was, but how does this work?"

"How does it work?" Melody asked.

"Yeah, I mean do we all have to have sex at the same time or can I have sex with one of you at a time?"

"Both," the twins answered.

Claire went on to say that if he wanted personal time with one of them that the other two would give it to them, but with how they lived right now, that at night, it would mostly be a group thing. No real choice since they were all in the same room, and no one could expect them to just lie back, pull a blanket over her head and pretend nothing was happening. Melody went on to clarify that it would also work that way for the girls.

James realized that the girls had been talking while he was getting gas for the SUV. "Um, what type of 'harem' do you consider us?"

"Definitely family members," Melody replied. "And only family members. I also consider this permanent!"

He looked at Cindy and then Claire and asked, "And you two?"

Claire looked him straight in the eyes with a hunger that he had seen several times the last month. "James, all I can think about is having sex with you. Ever since I read those cursed letters."

He was going to ask about what letters when Cindy answered him, "I agree with Mel."

Claire continued, "I want you to be my lover forever, James. I need you to be my lover."

"Wow! I... ah... hmm...," he was floored. With his mind reeling he closed his eyes and tried to get his thoughts organized. He had far too many questions running rampant and blurring one into another.

"James, we want you to understand that no matter what happens, we're family first and foremost. We love you with all our heart and can't afford to lose each other. We've lost too much," Melody added.

Cindy pitched in, "I can tell you have a lot of questions. I can also tell that you have no idea what to say or ask. So, I'm going to tell you why I'm all for this and maybe it will help. I've dated a few guys. Most of them just wanted in my pants. Well, I should say, they all just wanted in my pants! When we would talk, all they talked about is themselves and what they wanted. They expected me to just back them up and do what they wanted. They didn't care what I wanted. All they wanted from me was a place to stick their cock."

"I got to know their families; their sisters always told me that their brothers never did anything for them like what you have done for me. Well, for us. You might think they are just little insignificant things... but, that meant a lot to me. You go out of your way to do special things, too. You put our needs first and often do without things that you need so we can have a few extras. You've always been like that.

"When Mom and Dad died, you did what you've always done. A little more aggressively, perhaps, but you still took on far more than any of us could have. Not only that, but you did it and never ever complained. I know it wasn't easy. You never put anything off until the last moment and often will drop what you're doing to help us.

"You've won my heart, James. I'm yours, body and soul. Forever. And I do mean FOREVER."

He felt like crying, but he didn't. What he did do was to reach over and gently touched her chin then leaned in and gave her a soft kiss on her lips. His forehead then rested against hers and he said, "I love you too," very softly. When he sat back, Claire spoke.

"I've dated several guys, even had a few 'one-night stands'. Not one of them has made me so 'hot and bothered' like you do. I know I sound like a bitch in heat, maybe I am. Maybe I'm a whore or a slut..." James grabbed her head with both hands and looked her in the eyes with a fierce glare and said, "DON'T EVER CALL YOURSELF A WHORE OR A SLUT! AND DON'T LET ANYONE ELSE CALL YOU THAT! IF THEY DO, TELL ME AND I'LL BEAT THE LIVING HELL OUT OF THEM!" Then he said a good bit more quietly, "Sorry to yell, sis."

She kissed him lightly and giggled briefly before she continued. "James, my dear brother, I want to be one for you! I want to do so many things with you it will make your head spin! I want you to call me a whore and a slut when we do them. It gets me hot!"

"I don't know if I could do that, but we'll see." Her statement threw him for a loop, but he didn't want to upset her. If it made her happy he'd at least give it a try.

"I guess I should tell you why I'm in love you," Claire continued. "When I was with my last boyfriend, I found several letters. They were love letters. They went into great detail about how they felt for each other and why they fell in love. They also went into great detail about the sex they had. They were lovely letters. You could feel their love and it hit me hard. I wanted what they had."

"The more I read the more I wanted that type of love. It turned out that they were between a brother and his sister. Well, between my boyfriend and his sister. Then he called me by his sister's name later that night while we were having sex. When he realized what he had done, he took me back to the dorms, dropped out of school and moved. He never said a thing to me, just dropped me like a hot potato.

"Those letters changed me. They were beautiful and described something I wanted more than anything else. The more I thought about them being a brother and a sister, the more I realized that you and I had the same things going on between us. Well, except for the sex part.

"It didn't take long to start dreaming of you in that way. I fantasized about you when I played with myself. Then it turned into a need to have you like that. It drove me so crazy that I had to have sex. I hooked up with an ex and all I could think about is that it was you who was fucking me. I know it wasn't right to use him as a proxy, but I needed to be fucked! By you! If I can't be with you I know I'll go mad!" When she said that she started to cry.

If there was one thing he couldn't stand it was to see a woman cry. It broke his heart. What made it worse was that the woman crying happened to be his sister. He grabbed her with a tight hug and held her. "Shh, everything will be alright, baby. No need to cry. It explains a lot. If I knew how you felt then I would never have turned you down. I love you, Claire. I always will."

When he heard more crying to his left he saw Melody crying too. He reached out to her and brought her into the hug. He looked over at Cindy, saw that she was in tears as well and pulled her into the group hug.

"I've never been in love before, never had a girlfriend. I don't know what I'm going to do with three," he laughed.

"You'll figure it out," Cindy softly stated through her tears.

"Claire? I'm sorry! I've been such a bitch towards you. I didn't know. I'm really sorry for the way that I have treated you. Please forgive me," Melody asked.

Claire hugged Melody and said, "Nothing to forgive, sis. You didn't know. I should've told you."

The siblings held onto one another in relative silence, save the occasional sniffle, for a good while. Every now and then a grunt due to a little harder squeeze would cause them to giggle. During a giggle was when James noticed the time. It was past two in the afternoon.

"I hate to break up our hug, but I need to winterize our cars."

Needless to say, that created three very disappointed women. They pleaded and begged him to do it next weekend. He told them that yesterday had thrown his plans into disarray and due to the way the weather had been, he needed to get it done sooner rather than later to protect them all.

He kissed all of them lovingly on the lips and told each of them that he loved them and how he wished he didn't need to fool with the vehicles. When they finally let him go, they all sighed and told him not to take too long.

He gave them all one last look and blew them a kiss before he went out the door.

*******

Mr. White sat in the office of the lodge and watched Tess dance around the store on the monitor. He could tell she was giddy. Hell, anyone who saw her could tell. When he noticed the time he leaned back in the office chair and put his feet up on the corner of the desk; reached for the phone and called Grams.

"Hello?"

"Hi, Grams!"

"Hey, Charles! How are you doing sweetie?"

"Doing okay. You?"

"Doing fine, sweetie. So, to what do I owe this honor?"

"It seems the kids are here."

"How do you know?"

"He came in this morning to get gas."

"So, he met Tess?"

"Yep, and she has been like a sky spirit dancing on flower petals all morning."

"Well... I did not expect that to happen so soon."

"Really? I thought the spirits told you everything?"

"No, sweetie. They tell me just what I need to know."

"The spirits do like their secrets I guess."

"That they do sweetie. Do you know if Mariah met him yet?"

"She must have. When he came in he thought Tess was Mariah."

"Interesting. That must have happened yesterday."

"Why do you say that?"

"When she came home yesterday she dragged Tess into their bedroom. She seemed really excited."

"Ah."

"Do you know where they are at?"

"Unfortunately, no."

"Hmm, they're not at the house?"

"No, Grams, they're not."

The line was quiet for a few seconds. "Ah, I see. Sly Fox, you need to send the Red-head to find them."

"Rachel? Do you think that's wise? She's an outsider."

"Yes, sweetie. The spirits just told me."

"Will do, Grams. Anything else?"

"Keep them all safe honey and let nature take its course."

"As you wish Grams. Love you!"

"Love you too, sweetie! Bye now."

"Bye."

He stood up and stretched for a moment and checked the monitor. When he was satisfied that the store was safe he walked outside and cast his eyes towards the sky and prayed. "Oh. Old Man! Please watch over them all. Keep them all safe, don't let this time turn out to be like the others! Please, I beg you!" Tears fell from his eyes.

*******

Geraldine could hardly believe it had been almost 150 years since the last time the 'Great Event' took place. Then it had involved her great-grandparents. The time before that was almost 300 years prior. She couldn't even guess how long ago the time before that was. But every time 'Two always die'. It was a sickening thought. The last two to die were her great-great-aunts; twins, sisters of their brother, her great-grandfather. They died during 'The Trial', whatever the blazes that was.

The problem she had with 'The Trial' was that it was different every time it took place. The last time 'The Trial' took place it was blue men on horseback. She knew it was cavalry running down young men who stole horses to win their right as men and earn their eagle feathers.

The 'Great Event' was a mystery, only talked about in songs, dances, and stories. This time it would be different. This time it could be written down and recorded. She was thinking about how the story would turn out when Charles called.

Standing and looking out the kitchen window, she noticed when a robin landed on the back porch's railing. It was such a pretty bird. She didn't realize it was a sign until a Cardinal did the same thing a few moments later. The sign told her that the little red-head had to stay around. Rachel was a pretty little thing trying to trace her ancestry. Geraldine still had no idea what part Rachel might play in the 'Great Event'.

It wasn't the first time that the spirits had wanted to keep the girl here, of course. They wanted her to stay when she ran out of cash. A sky spirit sitting on a stop sign made it obvious. The only thing that Geraldine didn't know was why. 'Why did the spirits want her to stay? Was it because Rachel was the one to write the story?' Nothing made sense. No outsider had ever been mentioned in the songs or the stories.

Geraldine had far more questions than answers. All she had to go on were vague stories. Stories that changed over time. Stories that said nothing of why things happened. Songs that were even more vague. Maybe they had missed something? The only thing she could do was to go over the tales in her head.

The other thing that bothered her was where the kids were, or rather, where they weren't.

*******

"What other questions do you think he has?" Cindy asked as Claire snipped her bangs.

Claire was doing her best not to watch James. She had no answer to Cindy's question. But she wanted to know too.

Melody was quiet for a moment before she answered. "My best guess? He's worried that if this happens, or keeps going is a better way to say it, you two won't get married and start families of your own."

That caused Claire to think back to the last conversation she had with her parents over winter break last year. She'd told them she thought her boyfriend was going to propose when they met up after she got back. Of course, that didn't happen. He'd dumped her like a turd in a toilet after he called her by his sister's name.

"I'm not sure I want kids yet," Cindy said quietly. "I think I just want to enjoy life for a while."

Claire couldn't help but laugh at Melody's retort. "I think you meant to say: you want to just fuck for a while before you have to chase kids around!"

"Next!"

While Cindy and Melody changed places, Claire looked out the window and watched James working on the SUV. "Do you think he would want kids?"

"Well, he did tell me he wouldn't mind if I ended up pregnant," Melody answered.

"When did he say that?" Cindy asked as she looked out the window.

Claire paid rapt attention to Melody as she awaited the reply.

"After we had sex the first time."

"What sparked that conversation?" Claire asked as she started to comb out Melody's hair.

"I was bathing and he saw his sperm oozing down my thigh."

"I take it he didn't know about you not being able to have kids?" Cindy asked.

"I don't remember him being home after I got back from that doctor's appointment."

"I know James was upset that his fight caused you to fall. I think that's the first time that I saw him cry," Cindy stated. "It was just after they took you out to the ambulance."

"Don't remind me! That fucking hurt like a son-of-a-bitch!"

"I remember he couldn't sit still in the E.R. and just kept pacing," Claire added.

"He kept apologizing when we got home," Melody sadly added.

"I don't think we should talk about other guys we've been with," Cindy added, seemingly out of nowhere.

"Why?" Claire asked.

"I could see the pain in his eyes when you talked about the letters."

"Ah. You want me to feather your hair like I did Cindy's?"

"Yes please."

Claire took her time trimming Melody's hair and thought about James, kids and lots of other things. When she finished cutting her sister's hair, she swapped with Melody.

She would have preferred to cut everyone's hair outside, but the little bit of wind made it impossible. From where she sat, she couldn't see her brother. "If you were able to have kids, would you have James'?"

"I don't know. Never really thought about it. If I happened to end up pregnant, I'd keep the baby."

"I think it's too early to start talking about having kids. Look at where we live! It's not like it's an ideal living arrangement to have a bunch of screaming memes running around," Cindy added.

"Why isn't it? This is the way people lived for, what? The last couple thousand years? If not longer," Melody argued.

"Since humans learned to build their own caves," Claire added.

"I think it's paradise!" Melody stated.

The brush running through Claire's hair scraping her scalp felt great. She always loved having someone brush her hair. She could fall asleep right now if it wasn't for having to hold still for the scissors.

**

Sitting on the counter and bouncing her heels off a cardboard box, Tess pondered playing an ancient game well known among siblings, "The Tease." However, there was a problem. She liked James just about as much as Mariah did. Hence, everything she thought to say was just down-right wrong in so many ways. Instead she sat and stared out the plate-glass windows at the lake and the mountains covered in snow.

James was very charming, in a bit of a silly way, and he was pleasant on the eyes. She could very well envision herself dating him. She could almost see them both holding hands and walking along the shore of the upper lake, then stealing a kiss when they reached the rocky outcrop on the near side. Thinking about a kiss sent shivers down her spine and made her feel a hot flash sweep across her. She closed her eyes, took a deep breath and let it out slowly through pursed lips. When she opened her eyes she saw an old blue VW Bug pull up to the pumps.

She knew who owned the old style car and that caused her heart to beat just a bit faster. When the door of the VW opened and a pair of black knee-high boots touched the ground, she smiled and licked her lips subconsciously. Her heart rate increased yet again as the skin-tight blue jeans emerged rear end first, showing off a very nice heart shaped ass. Tess held her breath awaiting the sight of the lovely face that was soon to follow.

Tess was disappointed when she noticed the scarf wrapped around one of her latest crushes, "Damn!"

Tess had only met the redhead a handful of times and was looking forward to watching her breasts bounce as she walked to the store. The redhead pumped her gas and got back into the car, which caused Tess' heart to fall. That turned out to be only a temporary disappointment as the car pulled into a parking spot next to the door.

Tess slid off the counter and walked over to the register and waited as she watched the redhead take the scarf off and unzip the egg-shell colored down jacket. Tess licked her lips again as the tight multicolored sweater bobbed and weaved, doing its meager best to conceal the large breasts.

"Afternoon, Rachel!"

"Hi, Tess! Is Mr. White in?"

"In the back office."

"Thanks!" Rachel turned and headed in the direction Tess had pointed.

Tess watched Rachel's ass sway as she walked away. She could only wonder if she tasted like strawberries.

***

James held his hands close to the engine block of his pickup to warm his numb fingers. He shook his head and laughed at the thought of 'if I was back in Georgia I'd be wearing shorts even if it is October.' The short drive from where the SUV had run out of gas wasn't nearly long enough for the motor to get hot by the time he got back to the cabin. Add to that the time it took the girls to talk about his new 'Harem' and what warmth the pickup's motor had was gone.

He didn't need to be told about his sexuality. He knew damn well what it was! After all, a while back, before they'd left Georgia, he'd spent a whole week trying to figure out why he wasn't interested in other girls! He spent that entire time watching porn. Solo-girl, girl-on-girl, threesomes and even gang bangs. Nothing did the trick for him. When he realized that, he worried that he might be gay or some kind of pervert. That only lasted a whole two seconds after watching a short clip.

He climbed back under the pickup and tried to open the stop-cock for the radiator once again. Still no luck. He cursed a few times and then headed for the barn. Time for a bigger pair of vice-grips and a hammer. He decided then-and-there he'd better put all his tools back in his truck.

The entire time that he spent going to the barn and getting his tools and walking back he thought of all the sexual encounters he'd had: Finger fucking Claire, all the times he'd fucked Melody, Claire's blowjob, the threesome with the twins and of course the time with Cindy in the SUV. He thought about the time he had watched one of the twins in the rain eat the other out. And he wondered if he could now just walk up behind one of the three and just fuck the hell out of her. If it was Melody, she most likely would've loved it! Cindy? Maybe? Then anyways. Now? She'd love it! Claire? Not so sure.

*******

Being broke was not as carefree a life as Rachel Mason had once imagined it would be. She could have called home and asked her mom and step-dad for help, but she wanted to live her life without their help. She was, after all, on a quest. A quest to find her grandmother's side of the family tree.

It was a quest that led her to Montana. Which was strange in itself because it led to the Blackfeet reservation. She had always been told that she had Cherokee Indian blood lines not Blackfeet.

Her Great-grandmother's census report had clearly stated that she was born in St. Mary's, Montana. Checking the local birth records felt more like pulling teeth from an alligator that was unrestrained than getting help from a public service agency. She was being stonewalled but had no idea why. She had been so flustered that she wanted to quit. She had already packed her car up and was ready to go back home to Vermont. All that stopped her was the offer of a small job to rewrite some old stories in exchange for a little money and some help in finding out more about her family line.

It didn't take long to finish that small task and the money she had earned went even quicker. She did find out more about her family, but that information gave her more questions than it did answers. So, it was a pleasant surprise to get a call from Mr. White for another job. What was more surprising was the job itself: To locate missing people. Not where her talents were.

Five hundred dollars up-front and a hundred a day with all expenses paid sounded like a good deal, but when Mr. White offered to help find more info for her family tree, she jumped at the offer. Mr. White also offered her free lodging and dinner at the The Lodge so that she would have easier access to the people who could point her in the right direction to find the three young women and one young man he'd hired her to locate.

Lost in her thoughts, she was startled when the waitress brought her coffee and large fries and gladly drank from the nice hot cup of coffee. She then looked at the manila envelope that Mr. White had given her when she left his office. She looked at the first photo and it showed a dark haired woman with a pretty face, but she was not able to tell her eye color. The name below said: "Claire Cromwell". She was a very beautiful woman and Rachel found herself gazing at the photo for far longer than she had expected. She set that one aside and pulled out the next photo. Blonde female: name: "Cindy Cromwell". She, too, was very attractive and Rachel had a hard time moving on to the next photo.

At first, she thought she had a duplicate photo of the blonde but noticed that the name was different: "Melody Cromwell". "Ah, twins," she said.

"Why do you have a picture of James?" came Tess' voice.

Rachel jumped in her seat and almost knocked her coffee over. "What?"

"Sorry to have startled you! I asked 'why do you have a picture of James?'"

"Oh!" she laughed. "Mr. White wanted me to find these people."

"I didn't know they were lost!" Tess said, her brow furrowed.

"They're not lost. They're just not where they are supposed to be," Rachel stated. She asked Tess to join her at the table.

Tess was a very good looking woman in her own right, brown eyes, black hair and a rich toffee complexion. Rachel had never really considered women as sex partners in the past but could only imagine what it would be like to bed this beauty. She had had quite a few offers while at college from both men and women but had decided to wait back then.

"What do you mean by 'they're not where they're supposed to be?'"

"According to Mr. White, they are not living in their house."

Rachel could see the puzzled look on Tess' face and asked, "So, I take it that you know them?"

"I've seen the girls once with James here in the restaurant. As far as knowing James, I just met him for the first time today. You missed James by about four hours."

Rachel was about to ask her another question when she heard a ding and Tess promptly excused herself to tend to other customers. She had a feeling that Tess was holding something back but she wasn't sure what it could be because she also had the feeling that Tess had told her the truth. Since she was going to be staying in a room upstairs she would have plenty of opportunities to talk with Tess again, so she gathered up the photos and went to her car.

**

Sly Fox was up to something and Tess didn't like it. To get an outsider involved seemed a bit nefarious to her. She couldn't figure out why Sly Fox was involved. He was her grandmother's proxy after all, so maybe it was her doing. What in the world could she be up to? Grandma had her hands in everything that had to do with the reservation. So, what did James and his sisters have to do with the tribes? Lots of questions and only one answer that she liked. Those other women were James' sisters and he was single.

Tess watched as Rachel left the building and smiled to herself when the redhead came back inside with her bags and walked over to the registration desk. 'Maybe cherry?' she thought to herself.

*******

Raymond White sat in his imported leather office chair and tilted it back so that he could prop his feet up on the antique mahogany desk. He snatched a stack of reports off his desk and reviewed them for the umpteenth time. He had spent years and a fortune on the research and now it was well within his grasp. Just a few loose strings to take care of and a bit of legal wrangling and it would be complete. He reached for his phone and made a call.

"Hey, Ray! What's up?"

"How's the search going?"

"Not going to say hi to your brother?"

"Sorry, Stephen. How you doing?"

"Okay if you don't count that I'm sweating my balls off!" Stephen replied with a laugh.

Raymond didn't give a flying fuck about his brother, let alone his balls. He just pinched the bridge of his nose and asked: "So...?"

"Well, I'm enjoying some s'mores."

"How many have you had already?"

"Four. But I still got to find that marshmallow that rolled away."

Instead of replying, Raymond just hung up the phone. He knew his brother would keep looking for that one elusive string. He knew where the other two were but they were going to be a problem. Grandma had fucked him over with those two, but her time was running out. He was pleased that his brother had managed to eliminate four loose strings in a single night; it was about time for a little luck. It had taken far too long to find those strings in the first place.

*******

Rachel leaned back in the hot-tub and tried to relax. It had been a long time since she had last enjoyed the hot pulsating jets that soothed her lower back. She reached up and rubbed the red creases under her rather large breasts, trying to ease the pain inflicted on her by the damn torture device called a bra. She had tried so many types of bras over the last couple of years and still found them all to be uncomfortable. She preferred not to wear one at all but she didn't want to look like her tits were growing out of her belly button. She needed the support, but surely there was a bra somewhere that hadn't been designed by a sadist.

Her hands slowly drifted up her breasts till her finger tips touched the light pink nipples. She then traced the outer edges of her areolas, then pinched both of her nipples. The image of James from the pictures popped into her mind and she imagined that he was licking one of her nipples, but since a finger felt nothing like a tongue, she lifted her breast to her mouth and licked it herself. Then it was Tess in her mind who was trailing kisses down her stomach towards her private place. Then a blonde from the file who licked her clit. Rachel's other hand worked away at her sex as multiple people tasted her and probed her hidden depths.

It was a wonderful orgasm that overtook her far quicker than she was expecting. Fantasy partners were nothing new for her, but the partners who'd just helped her out were deserving of further investigation when she went to bed that night.

*******

Shivers ran up and down James' spine, he was cold but knew those weren't from that. Most likely were from what was about to take place later tonight. The job was complete and it was time to go get warmed up, but now he only needed to put away his tools. After loading them behind the seat of his pick-up he knocked on the window closest to the fireplace and asked Cindy to turn on the converter. He frowned as he realized that fire-wood would need to be brought in next but that could wait till he finished in the outhouse.

The space heater did fairly well keeping his knees and upper body warm, but his ass was freezing since the wind was blowing through the gaps in the boards where the building covered the hole. He would like to have fixed that but the outhouse had to be ventilated; what it needed was a pipe running from below the seat to above the roof, but that meant a new building, and be damned if he was going to build a new one this late in the year.

Passing fire-wood through the window had become a habit and it worked out well, not having to walk the extra distance nor to have the door opening and closing repeatedly. That and not having his sisters moan about the mess it made. Five arm loads of fire-wood for inside and five more that he left on the porch was all part and parcel of gathering wood for the night. He was so happy that he didn't have to go looking for wood in the middle of the night any longer.

He was pleased to see the wash tub set up so he could scrub the oil, dirt and grease off before going to bed for the night. He grumbled when his sisters made him strip at the door but he was getting used to it slowly. The only part he didn't care much for was standing naked in the open doorway. It was far too cold to be doing that now and he begged to be let in from here on out.

The smell of dinner cooking was another nice surprise. The sight of two soup cans made him think twice if he were actually hungry.

"We're doing something a bit different with the soup tonight," Cindy said as she stirred the pot.

"I made a cheating version of Chicken and Dumplings," Claire added.

"Well, your bath water still is a bit cold. Would you like me to cut your hair while we wait for dinner or your bath?" Melody asked as she stood back up from the tub.

"It's getting a bit dark to cut hair, don't you think?" James asked as he looked around the room.

"It will be if you don't sit your ass down right now!" Melody declared.

He did as he was told but it felt weird sitting on the chair bare-ass naked in front of the three girls -- women, he supposed -- even if they were his sisters, maybe especially because they were his sisters.

"Hmm, maybe a nice reversed mohawk?" Melody teased.

James let loose a rather loud reverberating fart.

Cindy mirthfully replied: "Guess you scared the crap out of him!"

Laughter broke out in the cabin once again but Melody quickly told him to hold still or he'd lose an ear. It wasn't easy to hold still with Cindy and Claire still giggling but he did his best.

"Do you want a mullet or a rats-tail?"

"NO! Absolutely Not! Just a straight if you please!"

Melody tilted his head one way then another as she worked her way around his head. When she got to the front she sat on his lap. That was when he noticed she had worn her green contacts. He knew that she didn't need them to see and only wore them to feel comfortable around others or to fool them. He was sure it was the latter this time.

He also noticed that she squirmed every now and then would reach down and brush her thighs, entirely too close to his exposed privates for comfort. The first few times she did it he thought that she was aroused but looking at her face he could tell she was annoyed.

"James?"

"Yeah?"

"When's the last time you trimmed your thicket?"

"My what?"

"Your pubic hair!" Cindy chimed in.

"I've never trimmed it."

"Why? It's like a briar patch down there!"

"Never thought about it."

"Well, scoot to the edge of the chair and spread your legs."

"What?"

"You heard me! Now move!"

"Can't this wait till later?"

"How much later?"

"Like half past a monkey's ass and a quarter to his balls?"

"You either let me do it now or I'll shave it clean when you fall asleep!"

"Damn it! I don't want anything sharp around my junk!"

"You want me to pull the hair out with a pair of tweezers?"

James scrunched up his face and said, "No!"

"Then move!"

He reluctantly shuffled forward and spread his legs and then leaned back in the chair. He closed his eyes and tried to ignore the snipping sounds.

"Raise your leg."

"Which one?"

"Doesn't matter."

He lifted his right leg and felt someone grab it and raise it higher and further to his right. The left followed suit a bit later and he had to grab the seat edges to keep from falling off the chair. He could only imagine how ridiculous he looked, most likely resembling some mutated plucked turkey. He was just glad that nobody else would see him like that. He relaxed till he heard the click of a cell phone.

"Cindy! You best not let anyone ever see that pic!"

"Chill out! No one else will see it, I promise!"

"Riiight! I can just see it now! The next meme, 'The Proper Way to stuff a man!'."

"That or 'All you can eat Butt-fet'," Claire laughed.

James just shook his head and asked if they were done yet. When Melody told him they were done he quickly jumped up and started to shake off the hair clippings but was forced outside. Four sets of hands brushed him off and then each of his sisters smacked his ass as they finished.

On entering the cabin he was told that both the bath and dinner were ready and asked which one he would like first. He didn't get to choose as he was handed a bowl and spoon. He hadn't eaten all day and gladly dug in. Although he would've chosen a bath first if they'd let him.

At least the dinner was good, a lot better than he'd expected from the sight of the open cans.

**

Mariah sat on the wooden steps that led to the watch tower and read the text that had come from her sister Tess. She was overjoyed to find out that the women who were with James were his sisters and not love interests. However, she was dumbstruck that Sly Fox had given the task of finding out where James lived to a redhead. Why Grandma would have him find out where James lived was another puzzle. 'Why would she care about an outsider?' she thought.

She texted her sister back and told her that she didn't know where he lived either and agreed that they shouldn't tell the redhead, or anybody else for that matter, if they did find out. It was a bit confusing to find out that James and his sisters were not living in their house. And how the hell would anyone know where they were supposed to be in the first place? No matter how she thought about it she couldn't reason it out. Unless of course they rented from grandma.

Tess texted her back and said that there were no rentals and the only places that she could even guess where they were at was one of the campgrounds. That made more sense to Mariah. When she got the chance she would check out the ones around the national park.

Her ass was getting tired of sitting on the steps and she climbed them to the top of the tower. Looking out at the snow covered mountains she sighed and checked out the nearest camps. Not seeing any signs of smoke she turned her attention westwards towards the setting sun. Splendid hues of red and amber streaked the few clouds and mountain peaks making the view as good as anything on a great postcard. However, the only thing that she had on her mind was James.

She turned to the map that covered the display counter and planned out a route between the campgrounds in this sector of the park. It took all of ten minutes and then she headed back to the living quarters to fix something for her dinner.

***

Rachel left her room and headed for the lobby to talk with Tess and see if she could find out more about James and his sisters. Unfortunately Tess had left for the day. When she asked the guy that had taken over the shop, he told her that Tess only came in when called. Rachel was disappointed, to say the least, for more than one reason. When she asked the guy about Mr. White, he told her that he only showed up when Tess came in. He went on to say that if she ever saw Tess out-and-about that Mr. White would be close by. It all seemed a bit strange to Rachel, but most everything and everyone around these parts was at least a little strange.

She grabbed a four-pack of wine coolers and and some snacks and headed back to her room. She spent a few hours watching the weather channel and the news and then decided to hit the hay, where she would explore her fantasies and her new imaginary friends a bit more.

***

Things had moved so fast James' head was spinning! He looked down at Claire's glistening back, wet from the workout that he was putting her through. It was hard to believe that only a few minutes ago he was taking a bath while his sisters were washing him. Then the twins took turns washing his cock. That quickly turned into a dual blowjob. Claire then pulled him from the galvanized metal tub and he fell right on top of her. Before he could do anything she had his cock lined up and pulled his ass forward with her legs, embedding him deep inside her. After she had a quick release she flipped over and he found himself fucking her doggy style. That's when the twins jumped in. Now one of them was under Claire in a sixty-nine position, licking her clit and his cock whenever he pulled back. The other twin was under him licking at his balls.

He closed his eyes for a moment and tried his best to focus on the feeling of Claire's pussy wrapped around his cock. She was taller than the twins but he could still feel her cervix move each time he bottomed out. He could feel her passage tighten around him as he pulled back, as if it didn't want him to leave its embrace. He opened his eyes just in time to see Claire's head rise from between the splayed legs of a twin. He knew that whichever twin it was, was lapping at her pussy, because he no longer felt the tongue licking his cock as it buried itself deep within her. She let out a string of profanities as loud as her voice would allow and then moaned and whimpered as he pulled back. Her head dipped back down and he could only imagine that she was attacking the pussy attached to the mouth that was now licking his cock again.

He would have come instantly from the multitude of sensations but he was currently focusing on watching his cock slide out of Claire's pussy. It was streaked with a white sticky substance. Every time he pulled back there was more it. When he shoved in deeper, the white stuff would accumulate around her opening. That's when he noticed that he could see his cock's veins through her membrane that was wrapped around him. The white stuff also was leaving strands that connected them both together.

He held onto her hips with the thumbs of both hands planted firmly in her 'Dimples of Venus' and started to move even faster. He was completely mesmerized as the white stuff turned into a froth. He could only hear his own heart beating in his ears as the sounds of moans and curse words faded into the background. He reached forward and grabbed a handful of hair and pulled Claire up till her hands could no longer touch the woman below her. He could feel her body twitching with the force of her orgasm and then his vision went blank as he shot pulse after pulse of cum deep into his sister.

***

"James! James! Are you okay?" came Melody's worried voice.

He had passed out just like Claire had. Cindy was tending to Claire, trying to get her to wake up. Claire was out cold from the force of her response. Melody had never seen anything like that! It was as if James had been in a trance or something as he fucked her sister!

James had only been out for a minute or two. He asked for something cold to drink and Melody quickly got him some water. While he was downing that, Claire woke up. She too needed some water and the twins sat in silence while the others drank.

"What the fuck happened?!" Claire groggily asked.

"James fucked you senseless!" Cindy laughed.

"Oh my god! I don't know what happened, but I feel like I've been used and abused! In the nicest way, of course."

"What's the last thing you remember?" Cindy inquired while handing Claire a wet cloth.

"Fuck! Um... I think I remember having a gaggle of orgasms and telling James I couldn't take any more. After that I... I don't know."

Cindy smiled and said, "Melody tried to get James to stop then but he seemed out of it as well. She shoved a finger up his ass and a second later he came!" she laughed.

"Speaking of James," Melody asked, "Do you feel up to another round? With me this time?"

James groaned and stated, "Not really. My legs have a bad cramp. I need to let them rest a bit."

Melody smiled and then said, "Well in that case let me just clean you up a bit!" She knelt between his legs and then used her tongue to slowly lick his cock from its base to the crown. She could taste Claire's juices and his. She found a bit of the froth on his balls and sucked the whole sack into her mouth. She heard moaning from Claire and glanced that way to see what was going on. Cindy was cleaning Claire, it seemed, and Melody turned her focus back to James. She took his cock all the way into her mouth, as far as she was able, determined to do a good job of cleaning him up and getting him ready for another round, this time with her.

She looked up at his face when she felt him place his hands on the top of her head. With the light from the fireplace illuminating only half his face, it looked like his eyes were closed and he had a rather large smile. She continued to work his cock in and out of her mouth in a gentle motion and used her tongue to swish back and forth across the tip when his head reached her lips. She applied just enough vacuum to get him hard. When she got him hard enough, she straddled his waist and lowered herself down until she had all of him buried deep inside her.

She had planned to ride him upright but she decided instead to lay on top of him while she worked her hips and kissed him deeply. He responded by running his fingers through her hair and scraped his nails across her scalp. At the same time his other hand raked its nails gently up and down her spine. She responded by grinding her clit across his pubic bone. It took just a few seconds for him to match her motion, and when he did, she knew that she had never loved her brother more. They were in sync. Every motion was perfect as the two performed the cardinal act.

His hard muscled torso felt hot as her body molded itself around his. She pressed firmer to him, doing her best to become one body with his. Feeling her brother's cock gently easing deeper then shallower in her depths drove her passionate kiss to deepen. An orgasm overtook her without warning. It was a pleasant one to start with but the intensity grew quickly. While his arms pulled her tighter against him, his speed picked up. Her mind went into overload with the sensations it was trying to process. The kiss; his cock; his muscled body that pressed hard against hers; all of it put her over the edge. Another orgasm hit her, one that her body was no longer able to handle and her mind went blank as she felt the first hot spray of her brother's seed splashing against the entrance to her womb.

**

Cindy was far too aroused to continue lapping at Claire's sex. She worked her way up her sister's body, kissing and licking her, till she was face to face with Claire. This was the first time that she had really kissed her sister, and it quickly evolved to a deep seething passion-filled kiss. Taking a cue from her twin, she began to grind her clit against her sister's pubic bone and then let her own mound dip lower to grind against her oldest sibling.

Her sister wrapped her arms around her and pulled her tight to her. She felt her smaller breasts being pressed into her sibling's larger ones and they both moaned into the other's mouth. She got lost in the passion they shared and only awoke from her daze when she felt a wet hard cock slide deep into her pussy.

She briefly looked to her side and noticed Melody was limp, lying on her back. She wanted to look over her shoulder at her brother but Claire's arms held her tight. He tried to match their motion as he slid in and out of her, but that only lasted a minute or two. He started to pound into her like the first time they had fucked. That soon changed into the trance-like pounding that Claire had gotten from him earlier, and maybe Melody, too.

Feeling the head of his cock hit her cervix on every thrust hurt just a bit but it also drove her wild. Her sister was moaning even louder and she guessed that his balls were slapping into her clit the way they were hitting her own. Orgasms overtook both girls as he continued to pound away at her. Her breath left her and she screamed as one orgasm after another ran through her. Both sisters shook as one orgasm trigger the other and a never-ending round robin continued till Cindy's mind went black when she was pulled tight to his crotch and held firmly in place while he emptied his balls into her.

**

Outside the cabin the gentle wind that whistled through the trees was joined by a pack of wolves howling as the siblings inside fell prey to their carnal passions. The alpha female sniffed the air and circled the cabin. She stepped up onto the porch and sniffed at the base of the door.

To be continued...