Gender: Male Age: 36 Location: Washington State
Chapter 14: Lovers and Sisters?
I really didn’t know where to start, I was in an unknown place and I didn’t know anyone. Lilly called me at the motel when she and Katie had gotten home. They had time to talk about things in the car and they had come to some decisions about what was next for them since we had the money now. Lilly and I had a real and open discussion of things that night; I began to form a real plan.
I told her I would call my Job and tell them a family emergency had come up and I wouldn’t be able to come back. Abby had a key to my apartment and she and Katie were going to pull my things out for me and put them in storage before Katie went back to college. Lilly in the meantime still had a lease on their apartment and money to pay the rent as they decided what to do from there.
My car was back with Lilly and Abby and even on this island I couldn’t walk everywhere. I told to Lilly to go ahead and sell my car back home and send me the title with the keys to her family home. I was going to send it back signed so it would be ready for sale. Once I had the money in my account I planned on buying a new car here, mine was getting old anyway.
It took about a week for some reason to transfer the money in my name and get everything I needed and had asked for mailed to me. I had, had a nice week as I bought myself some clothes including swim shorts so I could spend part of my days soaking in the motel hot tub. I spent every evening eating at the bar in the restaurant next door. I would go over at lunch and sometimes stay through dinner talking to Gia the day time girl who ran the bar. It was a small town and they didn’t get many day time customers so Gia was happy to have the company.
Gia was a really sweet girl about my age, who had grown up on the island and had moved back in with her parents last year. She thought it was amazing that I would want to live on Holbrook Island as she had hopes to someday get away. Gia was about five foot eight, amazing green eyes and a smile that could melt steel. I found her very interesting from the beginning, I wanted to ask her out on a date but I found I couldn’t get up the courage which was weird, I hadn’t had this much trouble asking out a girl in years. So instead I spent my days hanging around the bar talking with her and singing along with the jukebox.
Gia was just as curious about why I was in town as everyone else I had met, but in her case she simply asked me as everyone else passed by me with suspicious looks. I found I didn’t really want to tell anyone what I was really doing there. I didn’t know anyone yet and in small towns like this if I told one person everyone would know. I simply told her that my step-mother had asked me to come and remodel her family home. I figured it was close enough to the truth and enough for people to know right now.
I had barely processed the truth about my family and I didn’t want to talk about it with anyone other than Abby, Katie, or Lilly. I wished Jenny hadn’t blown up at me because I felt like I would’ve liked to have her to talk to as well. I had really loved Jenny in the small time I had known her but we had different goals and things in our lives we both felt we needed to do. Maybe in a couple years if she would talk to me again things might be different.
Gia asked me which old house belonged to the family because, she explained, that with the times there were a lot of old houses on the island empty now. I told her where it was on Hayford Ave and she asked if it was the one with the tree house or the one next door. I told her the one next door and she sighed, saying that she had always heard that the one with the tree house had been cursed. She said that she had grown up afraid of that house because people had died there. I told her I had heard that but didn’t add on to the statement.
The day I received the keys I went over to the bar for dinner and talked to Gia again, I told her I was leaving the motel the next morning and she said she was sad that I wasn’t going to be coming in to keep her company anymore. I promised her that she had definitely not seen the last of me and I would be by as often as possible.
“You’d better,” she said with a little laugh, grabbing my hand and writing a phone number on my palm, “I want to hang out with you.” She was smiling so sweetly and it was an almost perfect moment, so I shouldn’t have been surprised when at that moment while she still held my hand that dumb ass song started playing over the jukebox.
“I…………,” I started trying to contain my growing erection. I didn’t want her to see it, I was pissed that I was still reacting to the song, it was just plain hard wired in my brain now, song equals erection.
“Hold that thought,” she said before I could say anything else, she looked down at my jeans and I knew she saw my hard on. She gave me a bigger smile and a wink as she walked over to help the customers who had just walked in.
I sat down and tried to calm down as the song played on. I was trying to breath slow as I watched Gia walking around in her shorts, her gorgeous legs not helping my situation. I thought about the timing of that damn song and I realized that this time it wasn’t just the song that had got me hard it had been that Gia had been hitting on me when it started playing. Either way I was really embarrassed as the song ended and I slipped out the back door when no one was looking.
I went back to the motel that night and grabbed my swim trunks I changed and my erection still wouldn’t go down and I thought maybe in the hot tub I might calm down. I grabbed a towel holding it in front of myself and I snuck my way to the hot tub without being seen. It was freezing outside I was crazy to go out in just my trunks to the hot tub room.
I slipped into the hot tub room and closed the door, I was all alone and I almost jumped into the tub after being out in the cold. The water felt incredible as the jets kicked in. I sat there thinking of Gia and her hot legs, and I couldn’t stop myself, I pulled the front of my trunks down and began to stroke myself. It was only then that I realized where Gia had put her number on my hand, right in the palm that I was using to stroke myself now. It was like I was using the number to jack off, I liked that, I tilted my head back and began to speed up. I was so into it I didn’t hear the door open and someone come in.
“I’m really glad I used permanent ink or you would’ve rubbed that off,” Gia’s voice came in a giggle. I snapped out of my thoughts and freaked out. I was really happy then that at least the jets were hiding my erection.
“Oh my god Gia, this isn’t……………” I couldn’t say anything I knew I had been busted.
“It’s ok, were you……….. Thinking of me?” She asked shyly.
“I……….. Uh ………… well,” I sputtered.
“It’s ok; I saw you’re……. Reaction when I wrote on your hand in the bar.”
“Oh,” I simply responded, I was so embarrassed right then I wanted to die. That dumb ass song had struck again and caught me in a situation where a girl had seen me get hard for her because of it, “I was thinking of you, but why are you here?”
“If you would’ve hung out a little longer I was going to tell you I was off work, I just had to wait on that last couple. I wanted to…………….” She paused and it was her turn to blush.
“Well I don’t want you to think I’m a slut…………. But I wanted to come over and hang out with you tonight,” she explained biting her lower lip.
“You mean………….. You wanted to…….. Come back to my room?” I asked shocked. I knew we got along and I knew she was interested when she gave me her number but I wouldn’t have thought a girl like her would want to do more than just hang out.
“Well maybe not to go……… all the way, but yeah,” she said bashfully, “I know we just met and stuff but your such a nice guy, and so different from the jerks who live in this town.”
“Oh,” I said as the jets suddenly stopped and I was exposed to her as I hadn’t put myself back into my shorts. I wanted to have sex with her so bad but I didn’t want to come off like a jerk too. I paused without saying anything for a minute, it was an awkward situation, I was in the tub hard as ever sticking out of my shorts with a hot girl willing to do something about it. I wanted to pull her into the water with me and fuck her hard.
“So…………………” she said after a minute of awkward silence where she kept her eyes glued on my dick.
“I like you,” I blurted out, “I really want you but I just met you, we don’t have to do anything you’re not comfortable with yet.”
“See you’re so nice even when you obviously want this.” She said smiling and tilting her head to indicate my erections, “You still are such a gentleman about it. Don’t worry about me I’m a big girl, no strings babe.”
“Ok,” I said simply and Gia began to undress. I somehow got harder as her shirt and pants came off. Then I thought my dick would burst from blood flow as she took off her bra and panties. I sat there in awe as this goddess stood in front of me. As much as I hated to admit it she had to be the hottest girl I had ever seen naked aside from pictures. Don’t get me wrong all the girls I had been with were pretty but Gia was just a knock out. I couldn’t believe this was happening this was a scene like what you read in a porn magazine, this couldn’t be real. But somehow it was really happening. Gia turned the jets back on as she climbed into the water.
“OOOOHHH,” she exclaimed stepping into the water. I went ahead and slipped off my shorts the rest of the way as Gia sat down. I couldn’t remember being this nervous about a hook up like this before. I was shuddering in anticipation as I leaned in to kiss her.
Morning came all too quickly, as the room filled with light from the cracks in curtains; I looked next to me and smiled seeing Gia lying there. I kissed her cheek and nudged her slightly, her eyes opened opening only a little and she turned her face to kissed me on the lips.
Her lips were slightly dry this morning but soft, I caressed her shoulder as her kissing became harder. Her lips moistened up quickly as we fell deeper into one another. I slid my hand down from her shoulder to her back and pulled her closer to me. I began to rub her back while moving my lips down her cheek to her ear I kissed her ear before sucking on her lobe. She moaned out and her hand went to the crotch of my boxers and began to rub, I was hard in a second responding her touch.
“This feels so much better this morning,” she said softly in my ear.
“Feeling less nervous?” I asked, “I know I am.”
“Yeah, but I have to go babe,” she told me regrettably, “I really want to do this now, but I have to run home and get clean cloths and a shower before work. If we don’t stop now, I’ll never leave sweetie.” She ran her free hand gently across my cheek.
I looked at my watch and it was later in the morning then I had realized. I kissed her lips again as she got up and stepped off the bed. She pulled on her shorts and picked up her shirt. I reached out and took her hand, pulling her to me, kissing her again. She pulled away and put on her shirt.
“Don’t forget to call me, last night was special.” She said pausing at the door giving me a half smile for a moment before leaving. I thought about last night and what had happened. She had looked so good and I was hard when she stepped into the hot tub.
I had been really nervous, my hands shaking when I slid across to her. Our first kiss was awkward and short. She had stripped down and stepped into the hot tub with so much confidence but now I could feel her trembling, as I pulled away from her.
“Are you ok?” I asked.
“Yeah,” She whispered. She lifted her hand to the back of my neck and drew me into another kiss. Her lips were soft and tasted like cherry; I could feel her tension lessening as we began to kiss the second time.
Our kiss this time wasn’t as awkward, as her lips parted and I tentatively began to slide my tongue in her mouth. Her tongue found mine just as nervously. Little by little we both began to explore each other’s mouths deeper, and it wasn’t long before our tongues were dancing.
Once she calmed down she was a great kisser, I wanted so much more from her but I also never wanted to stop kissing her. As if reading my mind I felt her hand sneak between my legs and grip my dick, her touch was firm and her movements were slow. Her hand felt so good under the water it was a sensation like I hadn’t had before. My hands found her breasts moments after she began to stroke my cock, they were just at the water line, I moved in with both hands timidly touching her soft mounds they felt so soft as I caressed her hardening nipples.
The jets stopped again and I broke our kiss and pulled back, I intended turn the jets on and move my way down her body and suck her nipples but the look on her face stopped me. Despite the passion she was kissing me with, I could see that she had tears in her eyes.
“Gia, what’s wrong?” I asked softly in her ear, “We don’t have to do this…………… if you’re not as in to me as you thought we can stop.” I didn’t want to stop, but I could tell there was something wrong and I couldn’t keep going feeling like she wasn’t in to it.
“It’s not you,” she said looking down, “I do really want this….. I….”
“It’s ok you can tell me anything,” I told her pulling her into a hug. She put her head on my shoulder and I began to rub her back.
“It’s stupid, you’ll laugh at me.”
“No. I won’t laugh at you,” I reaffirmed her.
Gia didn’t say anything for a long time we just sat and held each other. When she finally spoke she explained that she was so nervous and she was happy I stopped she thought if she would’ve stopped me then I would’ve got mad.
“Why would I get mad at you?” I asked.
“I had a friend who changed her mind while she was having sex and wanted to stop the boy got so mad he hit her.”
“I wouldn’t ever……….” I began and she cut me off.
“I think I knew that, but I was still scared.”
“So if it’s not me, what’s wrong?” I asked her softly kissing her forehead.
Gia was quiet again for a few minutes she explained that she had liked me from the first day we spent talking in the bar and she did really want to be with me. Her fear came from the fact that she had only been with two guys. She said that she had dated her first boyfriend in high school and the second was a boy she had dated from just after graduation until about a year ago.
Gia said she hadn’t been with anyone since her boyfriend because she knew and didn’t like most the guys on the island. Tonight she had been willing and ready but the newness of our friendship and the difference in my touch had made her a little apprehensive she wasn’t as ready as she thought.
I kissed her forehead again and held her. I didn’t say anything for a couple minutes, and then I told her that I was fine with starting slow and we didn’t have to do anything she wasn’t ready for.
She leaned in and we began to kiss softly again, and our hands stayed around each other’s backs holding one another. We kissed lightly for a long while when she pulled away from me.
“I’m so horny, and I can see you’re still really horny too,” she said quietly looking away, “But I’m still not ready.” She started getting fidgety and I could tell something was on her mind.
“What?” I asked trying to get her to just say what she was thinking.
“Maybe we could take could watch each other? It made me hot watching you before……… I would be ok with that if you were.”
I couldn’t believe she asked me that, I simply nodded at her and moved to the other side of the tub. With the jets off we could see each other rather clearly, I gripped myself and stroked hard for her, she watched for a minute before reaching down and rubbing her clit in slow circles. Watching her touch herself was too much I had to slow down my pace as not to go off to soon.
After a couple minutes of rubbing her clit Gia pushed up out of the water and sat on the edge of the tub. I could see her so much better this way as she opened herself up and slid two fingers inside her wet pussy.
“The…… water was….. Not letting me feel this…….. As good,” she moaned out her fingers slipping in and out faster. I pulled myself out of the water and sat next to her on the edge. Gia leaned over and kissed me quickly as we continued to stimulate ourselves.
“OOOOOHHH,” Gia moaned in my mouth as her orgasm struck her body. She used her other hand to rub her clit as her fingers slowed down in her pussy, her back arched and her head fell back, “OOOOOOOOH BABE!” She cried out and hopped off the ledge and sat back down in the water.
Watching her cum had put me over the edge too, my head fell back as I shot my cum into the hot tub, once, twice, three and four shots flew out and landed in the water. I sat on the edge and watched my cum get sucked into the side filter before I got back in. I moved next to Gia and kissed her, we began to kiss deeply again and I could feel her apprehension coming back.
“Sorry, I’m still nervous to kiss this way right now,” she said pulling away, “I don’t expect you to understand, but kissing is really personal to me, I’m just not ready it to mean so much yet.” She had a look on her face that clearly said she was seeking approval. The look on her face told me a lot about her and her last relationship and I realized she had been hurt emotionally by her ex-boyfriend.
“I understand, its ok,” I told her taking her hand and giving it a kiss. She giggled at me and got out of the tub. I followed and handed her the towel as I rung the water out of my swim trunks before putting them back on. Gia dried herself off and handed back the towel, I wished I had brought more than one. She pulled on her panties and re-hooked her bra over her perfectly beautiful breasts before picking up her other clothes. I dried off my body and shorts as much as possible and we ran back to my room trying to get out of the cold as fast as possible.
This was the second time tonight that I realized Gia wasn’t as shy about her body as most the girls I knew, running back to the room in just her bra and panties. As soon as I got the door open she ran and jumped into the bed pulling the disheveled blankets up to her chin to warm up. I walked over to the chair next to the bed and grabbed a pair of boxers and walked into the bathroom to change. When I came back to the room I lay down in the bed next to Gia and pulled the blanket over myself as she reached over and wrapped her arms around me for both heat and so she could stroke my hair.
I wrapped my arms around her and we lay there on our sides looking into the others eyes holding each other until we both warmed up. I reached down and held her hand as we rolled onto our backs and turned our heads to look at each other, and then we talked. We talked about our past, though I held back a lot, we talked about our goals in life; we talked about everything until sleep took us both.
It was mid-morning and I needed to get started on my plans for the island. I was really happy I had made a friend but I put my thoughts of last night away for a moment and I decided to get dressed and get on with step one, buy a car. This was the easiest of step of the plan as I was 20 years old and now financially independent. I left the motel and I walked into town straight to the first car dealership I could find.
I walked onto the lot of a car dealership with the intention to buy a brand new car, but instead something else caught my eye, and I bought a black Jeep pickup truck. I had always wanted a truck as I liked them more then cars. My dream vehicle had always been the lifted Toyota truck from that 1985 time travel movie where the kid almost screws up his parents getting together. I always loved the truck he has at the end of the film. The truck I bought that morning wasn’t quite the Toyota from that movie but I it was a lifted black pick up and that was close enough for now.
I used the dealership phone and called the electric company while I was working the deal out for my truck. I talked to the electric company and explained that I was moving into the house that day and would appreciate it if they could come right away and turn on the power. They said it would cost an extra fee but I said do it anyway, I didn’t mind paying more money to have power by the time I got there.
Next I called for a phone hookup which they said would take a couple days. I then called for a satellite hookup for TV. Even with having made friends with Gia it was going to be lonely here without something to do, and TV had always been my friend in the past when I needed it.
I drove first to the grocery store and bought a few days’ worth of food that could be eaten without cooking; I had no idea what I was walking into so I didn’t want to have to rely on cooking to find I had no working stove. Along with the food I bought a barbeque and a big cooler and a lot of Ice. I was sure that if the refrigerator worked it would have to be cleaned before I would want to put food in it, they were horrible to clean when having no power for a long time.
I drove next to the island town mall and bought a large TV, VCR (Like I said it was the 90s), a reclining chair, an air mattress, a thick blanket, a stereo and bunch of movies. My truck was loaded as I drove away from the mall. I had what I needed to get by for a while so I decided to quit stalling and I drove to Lilly’s old house.
It was late afternoon already when I got to the house; I pulled into the driveway along the far side and parked in front of the garage. I looked over at my mom’s old house and shook my head, I didn’t remember living there but I had a cold feeling while looking at it. I walked up to the back door and unlocked it, dust stirred up as I pushed the door open, I flipped the light switch by the door without thinking and was surprised to see that the power had been turned on already.
The house looked twice as big on the inside as it did from outside. The back door opened into the kitchen on the opposite wall there were two doorways. I walked through the doorway on right and it led into a hall way. On the right was a large family room, on the left a stairway that led to the basement, at the end of the hallway was a foyer by the front door. Turning left in the foyer had a staircase to the second floor that sat above the stairs leading to the basement, just past the stairs I walked into another doorway that was a large formal dining room. I walked through the dining room through the doorway at the back to find myself standing in the kitchen again at the doorway on the left this time.
I walked back through the hall and climbed the stairs to the second floor. Upstairs was a master suite and two more bedrooms a bathroom and a door leading to the attic stairs. I walked up to the attic and looked around, it was spacious and what surprised me the most was that the roof was high enough I could stand up in the entire attic. I walked back down stairs and then down to the basement, it too was spacious, the walls lined with shelves for storage.
What really surprised me was that the house was completely empty. I had expected to see some old furniture or knick knacks left behind, but there was nothing. It was all well and good as I had plans for how I wanted to redo the house, but it made the house seem much larger and gloomier then it really was.
I tested the stove and checked the refrigerator finding that both worked fine. The fridge had been cleaned out so well that it hadn’t molded without power. I was happy as now I wouldn’t have to use the cooler for my food. I went back out to my truck and began unloading; I put everything except the food into the family room as I decided to live in there for the moment.
I spent the first night and the whole first day just sitting in my chair watching movies wrapped in a blanket. It January and the weather was still cold and the house was taking a long time to heat up, I had closed all the doors upstairs and to the basement but it was still freezing in the house.
I left the next day and drove into town; I didn’t have any idea of how you go about finding lost relatives. Writing this now I have to point out again the differences in technology in the last 20 years. Now a days you just type a name into your smart phone and a global search group will do all the work. But this was still the mid-nineties and the only thing I could think of was to drive to the county court house and try to track down records.
I had to fill out a special request explaining what files I wanted to search through and why, if I wanted to be granted access. While I was talking with the clerk she suggested that I have a licensed and bonded private investigator take over for me. She explained that she knew a guy who had an office at Port Howard who often did such investigations and she gave me his number.
Port Howard was a sea port town on the larger island of San Valo about a 30 minute ferry ride from Holbrook. I wasn’t sure I really wanted to travel all the way over there but the clerk had a point, I really didn’t know what I was doing and if someone else did then maybe I should consider that. I had the money for to pay a PI so what was I holding off for?
I drove home and fixed myself a sandwich and sat in my chair to watch a movie. After lunch I went outside and walked over to the tree house climbing up and sitting down. I sat there and tried to imagine what my childhood would have been like had I grown up here. I also realized it wouldn’t have been all peaches and cream living with a drunk child rapist either.
I looked around the tree house and I finally had my starting point. That tree house had meant so much to my mom, Lilly, and dad. I didn’t know if I would ever have kids myself but I felt I really wanted to make this tree house really special. The problem was I didn’t own the property; it wouldn’t be practical to rebuild it then have new owners come along and decided they didn’t want it and take it all down.
I went back to Lilly’s house and made a list of supplies that I would need and I began draw up a picture of how I wanted things to look when done. It would be that greatest tree house ever built when I was done. I fixed myself something to eat for dinner that night and fell asleep in my chair watching movies.
My mother’s old house had an old half unreadable real estate sign in the front yard; I called the number and found that the company was based out of Port Howard. I made an appointment to meet with the realtor at their office later that day. I drove down to the ferry and took the next one out to Port Howard. It was a rather unexciting trip as there was no real scenery to see along the way.
I had time to kill arriving on the island earlier then I had expected so I drove around looking for the address the clerk had given me at the court house. I found the private investigator’s office and decided to at least talk with him. Thinking from movies I expected his office to be really cool, but it felt more like I was sitting in an accounting office. I only had to wait about ten minutes before Glen, the investigator met with me. We talked and I explained about my mother’s death and my grandfather’s arrest, leaving out the incest, and how we were sent to other homes. I explained that I simply wanted to find my sister.
We talked and agreed on a price, he said he had a strong work load but would find a way to fit my issues in. I thanked him and headed out to the real estate office. It took me about twenty minutes of driving around the neighborhood to find the right office and I was almost late.
I walked up to the door to find it locked with a note: Be back in five. I stood outside the cold seeping into my clothes, I debated getting back into the truck to wait, but the note had said only five minutes.
“OH my god, Joey!” came an excited voice behind me. I spun around to see Brook standing there, “What are you doing here?” She asked rushing over to me and hugged me. I moved to pull away from her and she kissed me firmly on the lips.
“Wow, what was that for?” I asked when she pulled away, “Not that I’m complaining.”
“I just thought I would never see you again.”
“Yeah, me too.”
“What are you in Port Howard of all places in the world,” she asked.
“I’ve got an appointment with the real estate office here but no one’s here and the note says five minutes but it’s been twice that.”
“I meant how did you end up here? The islands aren’t exactly tourist attractions, how did you end up out here?” she asked, “And as far as the note…..” she reached past me and unlocked the door, “……. Come in sit down.”
“I came out here after my dad died to start over; we have a family home on Holbrook.” Brook sat down at the reception desk and I sat in the chair in front of her.
“Oh sweetie I’m so sorry.”
“It’s ok, how did you end up all the way out here yourself.”
“I grew up on Holbrook and my family moved to Port Howard when I was 10. I moved away with my dad when I was 17 that’s how I met you at college. I came back here after college so I could be near my mom.”
“Wow, small world,” I told her, “I grew up here too. I don’t remember living here though.”
“I don’t really remember much of my childhood on the island either,” She told me, “You would think because I was ten when we moved but it’s all blurry in my head, too much drinking in college I guess.” She laughed at her own comment.
I talked to Brook for a while when the phone rang. After a short conversation she explained that something had come up and the realtor had been delayed and should be back as soon as possible. I was fine with that as I was enjoying talking with Brook that afternoon. I had really liked her a couple years ago when we had almost hooked up and I was so happy to run into her again.
When the realtor came back I talked with him about purchasing my mother’s old house. I explained who I was and he explained that he knew all about my family and what had happened in the house. He said that the house had been completely paid for when seized by the state after my grandfather had been arrested; all that was owed on the property now was back property taxes. The property, technically as next of kin, belonged to me, all I had to do was pay the taxes and it was mine. I didn’t feel right about clamming it all for myself so I explained that I technically had a sister that could claim the house too.
“I hate to tell you this,” The realtor told me, “But as the story go’s your sister…,” he paused a long time, “She died.”
“What?” I asked shocked. Why hadn’t Lilly told me that? Only one thing made sense, Lilly didn’t know.
“To my understanding of what happened,” he explained, “Your sister was taken to foster care and her foster father abused her. I read all about it in the paper, the case broke open when your sister ran away from home and was found in the ocean the next day. She had drowned, it was a major incident as nothing like this ever happens on the islands and we had two cases of inside your family.”
“You’re sure about that?” I asked the whole reason I was there had just been blown apart.
“I can only tell you what I read in the paper and what I know from dealing with your family home,” He told me sympathetically.
“I understand, so what do we do now?” I asked trying to get back to business. I intended to have my investigator look into the whole situation. He told me that I needed to bring back some proof of my identity and he could go ahead and turn over the paper work and the house was mine.
I asked him next the question that was digging around in the back of my head, “What about my grandfather? Would he have claim to the house if he gets out of prison?” I didn’t ever want to meet my grandfather, I thought if he ever turned up trying to lay claim to the house I might kill him for what he did to his own daughter.
“As my understanding the house was never his.”
“What?” I asked more confused than ever.
“The house was actually owned by your mother, that’s what my paperwork says,” he said and paused as if waiting for me to say something, I just looked at him, “Ok, so as it says in my paperwork the house had been in your grandmothers family for many generations but your family had moved away from the island years earlier. So when your grandmother died she willed the property to your mom not her husband.”
“Why wouldn’t she leave it to him if they were married?”
“That I can’t tell you, I don’t know. I just have a copy of the will where it states that Cassie received all her money and property. That’s all I can tell you.”
“Thanks, so let’s go over again what I need for the house to be in my name.” I wrote down all that I needed and I left his office.
“Hey sweetie, what do you have planned for the rest of your day?” Brook asked as I passed her desk.
“I have to talk to talk with someone before I leave the island but that’s it.”
“Good I get off in a couple hours and you’re having dinner with me tonight.”
“I am, huh?” I asked trying to sound playful but I was more upset than ever. I couldn’t believe that my search might end this way and so soon.
“Yes you are, be back at 5,” she told me. I smiled and walked out the door. I really didn’t mind having a date with Brook, I had always liked spending time with her, she was fun and wild I could end up doing something fun tonight ranging from something crazy that might get me killed to just getting laid. I was up for anything right now.
I drove back to the PI’s office and explained all the details I had learned from the realtor, and he said that he would still look into everything and try to confirm about Jessica’s death, and look into the full history of the house. I thanked him and he said he was so sorry about all the tragedy of my family. I left his office and drove to the mall to buy some nicer clothes for tonight’s dinner with Brook.
I picked Brook up right at five and she had me drive into town, she said there was an Italian restaurant that she had really wanted to try. We had a really nice dinner together, I had ravioli and she had the Italian Wedding Soup. The dinner was great and I enjoyed talking with Brook, she told me about the conversation with her mom that made her come back to the island. She said that she was working at the real estate office to gain some experience while studying to get her real estate license. She wasn’t sure where she would go but she planned on moving on from the island after she had her license.
I talked to her some about my dad’s death and wanting to fix up both family homes. I didn’t say anything about finding my sister or what had happened to my mother. Brook thought it was great that I was spending my payout money to fix up the houses. She called that an investment in my future, saying it would be great if and when I met someone and decided to start a family.
Brook asked me if I had a girlfriend and I said no, I thought about Jenny and Gia and told Brook I had just kind of lost the girl I was seeing and I was interested in a girl I just met but officially I wasn’t with anyone. I asked her about her love life and she giggled saying that there were a few boys chasing her right now but no real boyfriends. She playing her usual game with the boys and making them earn their way into her bed. She said she didn’t like to settle on one person because she wasn’t ready to slow down and pick one guy; she was trying to have as much fun as she could while she was still young. I laughed and told her she really hadn’t changed.
After dinner I drove us back to Brook’s place, she lived in a small one bedroom apartment above a fish and chips restaurant. As soon as we stepped inside the door she kissed me.
“I’m so happy to see you again,” she told me pulling away from our kiss and taking off her coat, “You’ve always been the sweetest guy I’ve ever know.”
“Thanks,” I said not really knowing how to feel about her. I liked Brook, she was a great girl, I really wanted to have sex with her, but I had never had real feelings for her.
“I mean it, if I ever decide to settle down and pick a boyfriend you better watch out,” she said and gave me a wink, “I’ll be right back.” She walked into her bedroom and I sat down on the couch. When Brook came back she was wearing a pair of really short shorts and a tank top she turned on the TV and sat down on my lap sideways putting her left arm around the back of my neck.
There wasn’t one word spoken and I didn’t have to worry about making as she leaned in and kissed me firmly. I leaned forward slightly as she parted her lips and I slid my tongue in her mouth. She tasted like the mint we had eaten after dinner; it was sweet as my tongue danced with hers furiously. Kissing her reminded me of Abby, the two girls were both wild and Brook had the same kind of energy.
I put my hand on her thigh and began to lightly caress her leg from her knee to the edge of her shorts.
“MMMMM,” she purred as I slipped my fingers just under the hem of her shorts she opened her legs slightly so I could continue up but I ran my hand back down her leg. She broke our kiss and moved her lips to my ear, “I’ve waited a long time for you,” she whispered lightly biting my ear. It was making me go so hard, but that was how Brook operated, she liked to tease you until you were about ready to cum before she would give you what you were dying for.
I decided to play in turn as I slid my hand back up her leg and under her shorts, I had planned on stopping just outside her panties and lightly rubbing through them, but as I got there I found she had no panties on. Brook wasn’t having any teasing as she grabbed my wrist and pulled my hand forward grinding her hips against it. I found her clit and with my index finger began to rub it slowly as her grinding pushed harder against my finger.
“MMMMMM more baby,” she whispered to me. She was so wet, already soaking through the bottom of her shorts. It turned me on so much when Brook would flood for me; I took two fingers and found her slit, sliding them inside her.
“YEAH, Oh just like that!” she moaned grinding furiously, “Keep that up and your so getting fucked!” I have to admit my heart jumped as she said it. I could actually have sex with Brook tonight, after two and a half years it might finally happen. She pushed against my hand gyrating as her ass lifted up off my lap slightly, she was leaking juice so bad I now had a huge wet spot on my jeans were she was sitting.
Brook brought her lips back to mine and wrapped her other arm around my neck as her pussy clamped down on my fingers, cum gushing out of her. It flowed through her shorts, my jeans and ran down my leg on the inside of my jeans soaking the couch underneath.
“Wow, I needed that all day,” she said sweetly. I was again in awe of the sear amount of fluid she produced. The last time she had literally created a puddle this was shaping up to be the same way. Brook slid off my lap and off the couch and onto her knees in front of me. My heart was racing as she reached for my belt buckle.
I leaned over and raised her chin kissing her as she unbuttoned my jeans and brought down the zipper. I lifted up so she could remove my jeans and boxers, revealing just how hard she had made me.
“It’s so nice,” she said looking me in the eyes and gripping me with her right hand. I could see the juices still running down her legs into the carpet as she began to stroke me never taking her eyes off mine. If felt so good as she began to lick my balls with just the tip of her tongue. I didn’t know how I held out but I did, I actually wanted to cum so bad but somehow I maintained, she knew just how and when to touch me to keep me from actually cuming too soon.
I closed my eyes and leaned my head back moaning out, as she began to suck my balls. I felt a bolt of pleasure shoot up my back and I twitched hard, and had a feeling like I came but I looked down and I hadn’t actually shot anything out. The feeling washed over me and I began to build again.
“Cum for me,” she told me, “Cum in my mouth.” She didn’t need to ask me again as she finally sucked in the head of my cock in her incredibly skilled mouth. I shot my cum across her tongue filling her mouth. It had been so intense that I lay back against the couch, my dick softening. She looked me in the eye’s again and opened her mouth showing me my cum then she swallowed. It was so hot when women did that.
“I really hope you’re not done yet?” She asked me and I shook my head, “Good. Can I ask………….?”
“You’re not still a virgin are you, it would be so cool to be your first,” she said in a really sexy little girl voice, taking my cock and stroking me back to life.
“No, I’m not anymore. You were almost my first that night in the library.”
“Oh, I guess I should’ve just taken it from you that day you woke up in my bed,” she giggled. She was doing a good job and I could feel myself getting worked up again, “Can I ask who it finally was?”
“It was a girl I love dearly, she’s…………. like a sister to me.”
“That’s sweet, were you guys in love,” she asked still in the same sexy voice.
“I love her, but we weren’t in love,” I explained.
“But at least your first time meant something,” she said quietly. I wasn’t quite sure where she was going with this.
“Yeah, didn’t your first time?”
“Yes and no. I really liked the guy but, I wasn’t in love. I’ve only ever once been in love. It didn’t work out for us,” she said dropping the little girl voice and almost turning sad. I couldn’t help but wonder if she was trying to tell me something.
“Um, Brook, I……….. Don’t want to lie to you…………”
“Oh sweetie it isn’t you, I wasn’t hinting,” she said amused kissing me on the head of my cock, “It was a long time ago, I really like you but I’m not in love with you.”
“Oh, ok,” I said relived and saddened at the same time. Brook stood up and took my hands pulling me up. I stepped out of my pants that had been around my ankles and followed her to the bedroom. She slipped off her soaked shorts and lay down on the bed and I took off my shirt before joining her.
“I’ve really wanted to do this for a long time. Your one of the nicest boys I’ve ever known. I would be honored to be in love with you but I’m not, sorry.” She had a real look of regret on her face.
“It’s ok, that’s exactly how I feel about you,” I replied.
“So if we go do this it won’t be weird? You’re not looking for a girlfriend out of me are you?” I could see the concern in her face. I wanted to have sex with her but not if it would cost us our friendship and I told her that.
She told me she thought that I was too sweet, that I would walk away with a hard on if it meant not hurting her feelings. She said that only made her respect and want me more. Brook rolled over on top of me and we kissed. As our tongues met I felt her hand reach down and take my cock lining it up with her soaked and warm lower lips.
Brook pushed back and I was inside her, she was so wet her pussy juices running down from her into the crack of my ass onto the bed. Her pussy felt so warm I felt like it would’ve burnt me had it not been for the amount of fluid she was leaking. It felt like her pussy was on fire, it reminded me of the first time I had sex with Ash. She moved her hips up and down on my cock without breaking our kiss, it felt incredible and I wished we’d done this 2 years ago. Then I remembered what stopped me 2 years ago. My love for Ash had stopped me from spending more time with Brook then. Having sex with her reminded me so much of what I had with Ash I could stop thinking of her, here I was having sex with a gorgeous woman and I couldn’t keep my mind on what I was doing. The past was breaking through as much as I tried to put those thoughts out of my head I couldn’t stop them from intruding.
I don’t know if it was because Brook was from the same time period in my life as Ash, but as I was having what could only be described as mind blowing sex my heart was aching to feel love not sex tonight. It had been so long since I had let myself think of Ash and now my mind broke and I couldn’t stop the memories. I missed her so much and I hadn’t even talked to her for a year and a half. I hated myself for just walking away and never dealing with it, I had gone away and put her out of my mind instead of dealing with my feelings.
“What’s wrong baby?” Brook asked me quietly, only then did I realize we had stopped kissing. I was still inside her but she wasn’t moving anymore.
“Nothing,” I lied.
“Baby you’re crying,” she said in a low tone then looked away, “Did I do something?”
“No, honestly you feel sooooo good,” I didn’t want her to stop but I wasn’t into it anymore. Brook pulled herself off me and lay down next to me wrapping her arms around me, holding me as my mind came back to the here and now.
“Do you want to talk about it?” she whispered. I didn’t even know how to talk to her about it. What do I start with? Should I tell her about me having sex with a girl I thought was my sister? Or should I just start with the underage girl who used me until she thought she was pregnant? Maybe I should start with the fact that I was the inbred child of my grandfather? Or that my grandfather killed my mother? It was all too much and being with her had broken the emotional damn holding it all back.
“I’ll be ok,” I said smiling weakly. We lay in bed her juices drying on my crotch and under me until I fell asleep.
It was Brook who woke me up the next morning. She told me we had to get going soon because she would have to head out to work today. I pulled her into a kiss and told her I owned her for last night and it had been nice to fall asleep in someone’s arms, I had really needed that. She told me she hadn’t expected the night to go the way it did but she understood I had been going through a lot even if I didn’t talk about it. She said she was happy to be there for me but I would definitely owe her one later.
I took the ferry back to Holbrook and drove home. I got back to the house and found the phone company there, I was happy that I would be able to call Lilly now and talk with her. I wondered how much of all of this she knew about; I really hoped she could shed some light on yesterday’s events.
As soon as my phone was hooked up I called Lilly and she said that she really didn’t know anything about my sister’s possible death or why Cassie was left the house. I asked her to try to find my birth certificate in my dad’s old paperwork and everything else needed to turn the house over to me. We talked about the work I wanted to do to her house and she loved my plans for it, I was really happy she wasn’t upset by the modernization I wanted to do. I talked to Lilly for over an hour before fixing some lunch and watching a movie.
The next month was really busy as I began work on the tree house, to keep myself busy I worked from morning until dinner, only stopping for lunch. I called and had the city put a construction dumpster between the two houses and I started pulling everything out of the tree house and tarring the roof off. I then took down the walls leaving just the original flooring. I re-enforced the original floor and began building new walls.
While building the walls I put in shelving and built window boxes on three walls with built in benches big enough to lie down on for sleep overs or for sitting and reading. By the time I re-built the roof the tree house was more than that, it was a full outdoor bedroom with a tree running through the middle. Instead of an open whole cut into the floor I build a locking trap door with a key for security and privacy. Lastly I took out the latter and made a set of real stairs instead, this would make it easier and safer. It was the kind of outdoor room any child would die to have, it was a perfect tribute to my mom and Lilly.
After the tree house I took a couple days off I needed the break and I really wanted to see Gia. I drove over to the bar around lunch time on a Friday to surprise her, but she wasn’t there, the girl working the bar said she hadn’t been in for a couple days but didn’t know why. I was a little disappointed but thought I would call her when I got home. Since Gia wasn’t at work I decided to forget lunch at the bar and I drove over to a fast food restaurant.
When I got back to the house that day there was a big moving truck sitting in the driveway. I parked next door at my mom’s house and walked over to see who was parked at Lilly’s. I found Abby sitting at the back door; she looked cold even with her jeans and winter coat on.
“Hey sis,” I said walking up to her. She jumped at the sound of my voice brining her out of whatever she had been thinking. She stood up and we hugged.
“About time you got here, if Lilly hadn’t told me about the tree house in the yard next door I would’ve thought I was in the wrong place.”
“No, you found me. What are you doing here?”
“I brought all our stuff silly,” she told me.
“Our stuff?” I asked.
“Yeah our stuff,” she laughed, “You have yourself a new roommate.”
“What?” I asked, she couldn’t really mean she was staying could she?
Abby claimed that she and Katie had talked and so had Katie and Lilly. Lilly decided that it was time to break the lease on the apartment and use her money to buy a house. Lilly decided to move to were her sisters were and Ash was going to move back in with her there so Linda, James, and JT could live as a family. I guess that they didn’t mind having Ash but it would be easier if Ash returned to Lilly which I heard is what Ash wanted too.
Again I thought that I really needed to call and talk to Ash and try to figure out what she was still feeling if anything after all this time. Since my night with Brook I couldn’t get her out of my mind, but I still held off on talking to her. I just couldn’t figure out the right words and it always seemed like the wrong time to me, and I made the excuse that with the time difference I wasn’t sure what time it was where she was and didn’t want to wake her at night.
Abby told me that since her parents had told her not to come home she had been left with a choice. Lilly said she loved Abby dearly and could’ve come to live with her and Ash. Abby had begun to love Lilly like a mom but she wasn’t sure about it so she called Katie and they came up with the solution that she went with. Lilly told Katie she could have the house on Holbrook that I was staying in now, Lilly didn’t ever plan to return and she thought it would be a great home for the girls. Katie and Abby really liked the idea and Abby brought all of our stuff now while Katie finished her last year of college. I was happy to have all my things, and even more happy that I would have Abby’s company.
Abby and I unloaded the truck and spent the rest of the day unpacking and setting up her room. It was nice to have a full kitchen full of plates and silverware and drinking glasses. I unloaded all of my things into the family room; I didn’t want to set up a bedroom as I intended to move next door as soon as all of the red tape was cut. I did help Abby set up the master suite, she really loved the house and she was so happy to have her first real home of her own.
I was happy to have my own bed back again even if I was sleeping in the family room. I was lying in bed that night watching TV when I heard Abby walk down the stairs. I pulled the blanket back as she walked into the room and she smiled as she climbed into bed with me. Truth be told I had been waiting for her to come to me. I knew she hated sleeping alone and I knew sooner or later she would come downstairs. We were both really tired and I wrapped my arms around her kissing her neck. She let out a slight purring noise as she drifted off to sleep.
Over the next week I began work on Katie and Abby’s house. I called and talked to Katie, letting her know my plans for their house. She loved every idea I had; she remembered living there as a girl and she really wanted to come home again to the updated house I had designed. Katie told me she was going to send me a check to cover the cost of remodel, I tried to argue but she told me that if I was going to do the work then she could pay for the repairs. I eventually gave in as it was her house and when I finally got my mom’s house I would probably have to do the same amount of work, it would be better to not have to foot the bill for two houses.
Abby was a great help to me during the day she would cook for me and help me out as much as possible. At night we would cook dinner together, watch TV and she would sleep in my bed at night, I really loved having her with me to hold. Some nights we had sex, but most the time we didn’t, we had the kind of comfort ability that we just liked being around each other and when we needed to be with each other we were. Our relationship had turned into one of the best of my life; I really loved my sister and was grateful she was her with me now.
Abby had been there just over a week when I got the paperwork in the mail that would allow me to get my mom’s house in order. With the paperwork was a copy of my birth certificate and I was confused. My name was written on it as David Joseph, my name was Joey David, I had never been told or heard that it was backwards. I kept looking through the paperwork and found a court approved name change paperwork form. Sometime after taking custody of me my father had changed my name, reversing my first and middle but I had no idea why. I would have to ask Lilly if she knew anything about that, I’m just glad she had sent the name change info too, I was sure that would help with the house stuff.
I told Abby I had to go to Port Howard and asked if she wanted to come along, she really liked the idea of getting away for a while and decided to come to go. We left the next morning and on the way I talked with her about my friend Brook and what had happened the last time I had seen her, I don’t know why it all broke out during the drive but I opened my sole to her, asking for advice.
Abby listened as I explained that I really missed Ash and needed to talk to her, I wanted to fix what had been broken and find a way to make it work. Abby had a tear roll down her cheek as I spoke; I asked her why she was crying. She told me that what I had just said was the sweetest thing she had ever heard me say about someone I loved, and she was crying because she wished I could feel about her what I did for Ash. She wouldn’t ever leave Katie but she still had that piece that loved me too and she was touched by it. She said she would do what she could to make it happen with me and Ash.
I was again grateful for Abby and her presence with me, I had hurt this girl at one time and she still loved me enough to be honest with me and help me find real love. I wished, not for the first time, that I could’ve loved her the way she deserved.
We didn’t talk much more on the ferry ride to the island. I drove straight to the real estate office and walked in. Brooke was there and was so happy to see me she ran from her desk and hugged me, only then noticing Abby standing with me.
“Girlfriend?” Brooke asked tilting her head towards Abby and pulling away from our hug.
“No, this is my sister,” I explained, “Abby this is Brook.”
“OH,” Brook exclaimed, “I’ve heard of you, Joey talks about you and his other sister all the time. By the way everyone is out of the office for a few minutes, but please wait here and let’s chat.”
“OK,” Abby said and sat at Brooks’s desk and the girls seemed to hit it off right away. I sat down in the waiting area kind of nervous waiting for the realtor to come back.
When the realtor came back we walked into his office and set down to business, we exchanged paperwork and signatures for what seemed like hours. When things were all said and done I now owned a house, my mother’s old house, I finally had a home of my own to build a life at. I just hoped that the curse of the house wouldn’t follow me home. I wrote a huge check to cover back taxes and he handed me keys and a title. He shook my hand and wished me luck.
I walked out to find Brook and Abby giggling about something and I immediately regretted introducing them. I told them that we were all done and Brook got up and hugged me again. I gave her a quick but sweet kiss on the lips and we made plans for as all to get together some time soon, with everything said and done we all said our goodbyes.
I decided that since I was I was at Port Howard I would stop in at the PI’s office and see if he had found anything yet. I took Abby to lunch first then we made our way to the PI. Glen wasn’t in but his secretary said that she would have him call me as soon as possible; she didn’t believe that he had turned up anything significant yet but she would tell him I stopped by.
The ride home was enjoyable, Abby talked to me about Brook, she really had liked her. I told Abby that Brook and her had a lot in common and we both were looking forward to seeing her again we thought we would invite her over for dinner once the house was finished.
When we got back home I walked over to mom’s old house or my house as I needed to learn to call it. I grabbed my hammer out of my truck and I pulled the boards off the door and used the key I had been given to go inside. The layout was almost exactly the house next door but my house felt darker somehow. It was in less repair than I had hoped and I would have to spend much more time and money to bring this house up to date.
I walked around the house, even in the afternoon light the windows were boarded up so it was still dark inside. I could see the dark spot on the light hardwood flooring near the stairs where mom had died. I tried to think back and remember living here as a small child but my memories failed me. Maybe it was for the best that I didn’t remember those early years, from the tales I’d hear none of it was worth remembering anyway.
I felt Abby’s arms wrap around me brining me back from my thoughts.
“You ok?” she asked.
“I’m good, just old ghosts filling my brain.”
“The PI called, he’s waiting on the phone,” she explained.
“OK,” I replied and walked back over to Katie’s house. I picked up the phone and the PI had put it on hold as I could hear the hold music. After about ten minutes he came back on the line.
“Oh, good I’m sorry I missed you at my office, I’ve been meaning to update you on what I’ve found out.”
“OH,” I exclaimed excited, “Did you find her?”
“No, I have traced her birth records, and yours,” He started.
“OK, but you can’t find her now?”
“No, I found you both but as I was able to track you after learning of your name change, she disappeared sometime around ten years old, I can’t confirm she died as there isn’t a death certificate, but I can’t find any record of her from there.” I didn’t know what to think, I had to give him credit for discovering my name change but that just meant something else was going on if he still couldn’t find Jessica.
“So she could still be alive?” I asked my heart racing, maybe this wasn’t for nothing.
“I don’t want to get your hopes up,” He told me, “The only real question I can answer so far is why your house passed down to your mom and not your grandfather.”
“Ok,” I said nervously, I don’t know why but I felt this was about to be something big.
“From marriage and birth records I found out that your grandfather was your mother’s step-father. Apparently he was abusive to your grandmother and she was going to divorce him at the time of her death. When she died she left the house to your mother.”
“OH THANK GOD!” I exclaimed at the realization that my real father wasn’t my biological grandfather, my sister and I weren’t inbred.
“Um ok,” Glen said confused.
“No this is just good news,” I told him, “Thank you so much, just let me know when you have something else.”
“No problem, good day Joey.”
“Good day to you too.”
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