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Alicia and Ryan find their lovers just can't satisfy them. Where will they turn?
Being Normal - Part 3
By: Sister Seducto
Summary: Siblings Alicia and Ryan now have a good idea of what will happen to them if they continue to have sex. Complete disaster. So can they stop, for the sake of themselves, and everyone in their family? When a new Hanson enters the picture will the Hanson family be destroyed and scatter, or come together stronger than ever?




Three weeks had passed since the reunion. Ryan and I had seen very little of each other, by our own design. He had dropped his second girlfriend and was just seeing the first one, Megan. He had her over after school almost every day. It had never bothered me seeing them together before, in fact I had thought I liked Megan before, but now I hated seeing her around and I was starting to hate her as a person, too. All I could see were her flaws. Her annoying laugh, her overly tan skin, her horrible taste in clothes, and the slutty way she walked. She seemed like a crazy bitch, too – loud, possessive, and always groping Ryan in front of me. I could not stand to be around her. But if I wasn't looking at her horrible face, I was overhearing her grunting and moaning in Ryan's room at night as he fucked her into oblivion. The fact that he was probably thinking of me while he did so offered little to no consolation.

Fortunately for me, soon after I got back from New York, Colin had asked me out. So a lot of the time that Megan was over, I was out with Colin. On our first few dates I was on a complete high, ecstatic about finally snagging the guy I'd been pining over for so long. The times when I'd cried over the lack of his attention seemed like a vague and distant nightmare long forgotten. I was now living the dream. Everyone at school was talking about us, and my friends were all jealous of me dating such a hot guy. My parents were really happy about me getting my first boyfriend. On the outside, Ryan seemed happy about it, too.

He always said encouraging things whenever somebody brought up my new relationship. In fact, I would have thought maybe he'd been cured, if it wasn't for the fact that my underwear were still going missing. I'd never known before that Ryan was the cause of this strange phenomenon, I'd always just assumed I lost them somehow. After his confession, though, I knew different. So when a cute pair of my new lacy pink panties went missing, I went into his room while he was gone and lifted up the mattress. I was not surprised to find them there. I knew I should take them back from him, but I didn't. I just let the mattress back down and left.

Also I was still finding a little blue note every so often in my book bag or stuck to my mirror with three words on them. I really appreciated all the effort he was putting in to keep his distance physically, though. I knew that he was doing this for me. He was giving me the chance to have a normal relationship.

As for things with me and Colin, they were going very well. We were going out a lot, especially on weekends, and he was nice and attentive. After a few weeks of seeing each other, he started bringing up sex. I knew this was normal, and I didn't have a problem with it. Truthfully, I was feeling really horny lately myself. Ever since I'd found out how great sex was I'd been wanting it all the time. The only problem was that I still wanted it with Ryan. I hoped that was because he was really all I knew at that point. I was sure that if I just gave Colin the chance, he would take care of my needs. Then when I got horny I would think of him, not Ryan.

One particular Friday night Colin was having one of his infamous parties and not only was I directly invited this time, I was attending as his girlfriend. Oh, how things had changed. This time I didn't have to wonder if there would be a drunken makeout session, I was positive there would be.

I spent hours getting ready. When Colin picked me up, I was dressed in a short black dress and my legs were baby smooth. I had on gold high heeled shoes that showed off my pretty toes and my cherry red toe nail polish. I had excellent cleavage in my dress, my tits were sitting up proud and perky like two big soft melons in my dress. Colin looked like his eyes were going to pop out of his head when he saw me. I had no doubt that he was going to satisfy me tonight and make me forget all about the things I could never have again.

We headed over to his house and the party soon got underway with tons of kids from our school and others showing up to dance and drink and make out with each other shamelessly. I got a little drunk while Colin was playing the good host, then when he felt everyone could fend for themselves for a while, we went upstairs to his bedroom.

As soon as the door closed sealing us off from prying eyes, his eyes roved over me hungrily. “Damn, you are the sexiest girl at this party tonight!” he said, advancing on me like a cheetah.

“Just at this party?” I asked, coyly.

“No, the sexiest girl I have ever seen,” he said, grabbing me and kissing me.

“That's better,” I giggled, kissing back.

This night was going to be incredible!

Overcome with a rush of hormones, I jumped on Colin, wrapping my legs around him. He carried me over to the bed and tossed me on it like I weighed nothing. I was so horny I couldn't think straight. As soon as he climbed on the bed I was pulling his shirt off. My hands were running over his muscular torso then made their way down to his fly, hastily unfastening it as he kissed me deeply. He pushed my dress down and unsnapped my bra, pulling it off while I slid my hand into his pants. I was not disappointed when my hand wrapped around his cock and found it to be big and hard. It was actually about a couple inches bigger than Ryan's.

He started to suck on my tits as I stroked his massive dick with my small hand. He was kind of rough on my tits, though, and I wasn't sure I liked it.

“Not so hard, babe,” I said.

“Oh, okay, sorry,” he said, and went back to sucking on my tits...too hard. I mentally cringed but decided to just tolerate it. I busied myself playing with his cock. This got him all excited and he soon stopped practically chewing on my nipple to push down his jeans and boxers and free his cock. My excitement swelled at the sight of it.

“Let me taste you,” I told him.

He was only too happy to lay back and let me move on top of him, kissing my way down his chest and stomach and then finally reaching his cock. I started to suck on the head and he was watching with rapt attention, there was no doubt that he was liking what I was doing. I ran my tongue along his shaft before engulfing the head in my mouth and sucking on it before sliding my mouth down as far as it would go. I began to bob my head, sliding my mouth up and down and watching the horny expressions on his face.

Colin slipped his hand into my hair, running his fingers through it as I sucked on his cock. It was nice, the whole thing was nice, but I didn't feel all excited like I was going to cum all over everything the way I had when I was doing this to Ryan. I forced myself not to think about it and put my attention back on my boyfriend where it belonged. He was getting more and more into what I was doing, and he started to buck his hips wildly and use the hand on my head to push my head down much farther than I was comfortable with. When he did this while thrusting, it was impossible for me to keep any control. A couple of times I choked on his cock, which definitely put a damper on my mood.

“Whoa there, baby,” I said, backing off a bit in frustration. “Try not to shove it down my throat?”

“Oh, you don't know how to do that?” he asked.

“Uh, no, sorry,” I said, feeling self-conscious now. Did most girls just instinctively know how to shove a giant cock down their throat?!

“That's okay,” he said, caressing my face. “I'll teach you how to do it next time.”

I looked down at the mammoth cock before me and cringed at the knowledge that I would someday soon be expected to swallow it.

I panicked. That was just WAY too much responsibility!

I didn't get to stay in my frightened stupor for long because I realized he was pushing my head back down on his cock. He kept me sucking on it for quite some time, long past the point my jaw was starting to ache. It was just too big. I'd heard the term 'blow job' before, but this was hard labor! When he finally said he was gonna cum I was ecstatic to get a break. I pulled back and used my hand to get him off. He came everywhere - all over my face, and damn near in my eye. Fortunately I blinked and it closed just in time. I felt a little annoyed at being literally coated in his cum, but I figured whatever. Now we could fuck and I could start to get some pleasure!

“Okay, how do I get it hard again?” I asked, noticing that my new playmate had shrunken down and gone into some kind of sleeping mode against his thigh.

“Oh, I'm gonna need a minute, Alicia,” he said.

I did not understand. A minute for what? Ryan always just got hard again with no problem. What was this waiting shit?

“Why don't you let me eat your pussy?” he asked.

Okay now he was talking!

I wiped my face off with the sheet and we switched places. I watched as he pulled my little red thong down my shapely legs and off of me.

“Sexy,” he said, running his hands over my legs before spreading them.

I felt really excited and was waiting eagerly for the fun to begin. He started out kissing my thighs. I was too horny to be patient enough to enjoy this teasing. Finally he got to my pussy but began sucking on my pussy lips and licking all over and everywhere except where I wanted him to. Once again, I was too impatient for this teasing. When his tongue finally made it to my clit he basically attacked it, sucking and slobbering all over it. I mean his head was doing this back and forth jiggling motion thing and it was confusing. It was much too forceful to start off with.

“Ow, that's...” I began.

“Oh, too much too soon?” he asked.

“Yeah,” I said, grateful he understood. “You might wanna just ease into it?”

“No problem,” he said, and started to give me some nice long licks. My clit started to throb, liking what he was doing. I smirked as my excitement returned. Just when I started to really get into it though, he went back to the attack approach again. I think my clit was probably retracting under its hood and hiding in fear at this point.

I put my hand on his head to discourage him. “Um not so hard,” I said, gently. I found I was actually trying to squirm away to get him to ease up on it. I think he took this as it felt too good for me to stay still, and so he kept doing it.

Fortunately he left my clit alone for a bit and pushed two fingers into me to help me along. The thing was, I wasn't really that into it at the moment and his fingers were big. The noises I was making were really more due to discomfort than pleasure.

I couldn't figure out what the problem was, was he really bad at this or was it something else? Maybe I was spoiled? Maybe Ryan was just really really knowledgeable about pleasing pussies? I was fairly sure Colin had a lot of experience, so what was the difference between these two? I couldn't figure it out.

After a while I was getting really annoyed at the way he was pretty much stabbing my vagina with his fingers.

Fuck! How did I make this nightmare stop?!

Why was Ryan so good at this when Colin just...wasn't? It wasn't fair! I couldn't believe I was in bed with Colin and still wanting to have sex with Ryan. It was a complete waste of time! What was the point of any of this?

“Can we stop?” I finally asked.

“Huh?” he asked, raising his head. “Did I do something wrong?”

“No no no! It's not you, I'm just too drunk to really enjoy this,” I said. Okay so I lied, but it was better than saying 'my pussy hates you and kind of wants you dead right now!'

“Oh,” he said, looking a bit confused but mostly accepting my excuse.

“Yeah, I'm totally trashed. Can you take me home?”

“Uh, yeah. Sure,” he said.

Colin took me home, thinking I was just really drunk. I made a big show of tottering to the door off balance and fumbling with my keys so he wouldn't be suspicious.

Once inside I groaned and rubbed a hand over my face. What a disappointing night. I headed upstairs to wash my face and brush my teeth for bed. I was headed to my room when I heard a commotion down the hall.

“Well, what the fuck do you want me to do, Ryan?!” Megan was yelling, irately. “I'm doing it the way I always do it!”

I eased closer to the bedroom. Was she talking about what I thought she was talking about? I hated how much snooping I seemed to be doing lately, but I couldn't help it, really interesting things just kept happening! I crept up to the door and listened.

“Ryan, just tell me what you want me to do?” she asked, sounding frustrated.

“I don't know. I can't tell you exactly what I want you to do. I guess I just want you to do it like you want to be doing it,” he said. “Like it really turns you on.”

“Well, it doesn't! I absolutely hate sucking cock! I only do it because you like it! There, I said it! I said it, so now what?!”

I clamped a hand over my mouth to keep from laughing. It sounded like Ryan was having the same problems I'd had that night. Insufficient sex. It was so frustrating to be stuck in bed with someone who didn't know what you wanted and even when you tried to tell them, they just didn't get it. Either that, or they didn't even want to try.

“Where the hell are you getting all these new expectations from? Are you fucking some other bitch?!” Megan demanded.

“No! Of course not!” he said.

“Then why are you running your fingers through the back of your hair? You always do that when you lie! You fucking cheating bastard!”

“Will you just calm down? I can't keep doing this with you,” Ryan said, sounding just plain frustrated. “It's not working out.”

“Oh? Really? Really?! Pft! I'm outta here!”

I was just about to leave when the door suddenly was yanked open and I was greeted by an angry tiny blonde tyrant in a miniskirt and tank top.

“What are you doing standing at the door like a weirdo?!” she asked.

“Um, I was about to turn in, then I heard yelling...” I said, trying not to further enrage the homicidal Tinkerbell in front of me.

“Yeah, well, don't worry. I won't be around to disturb your peace EVER AGAIN!” she shouted, and stomped off. I heard the front door slam shut.

Ryan just sat there on the bed in his boxers looking equally pissed off and disappointed.

I knew I should probably just leave it alone and maintain my distance, but I wanted to cheer him up like he always did for me. So I went in and closed the door behind me. Then I sat on the edge of the bed.

“You okay, Ry?” I asked.

“Yeah,” he said. “She's kind of crazy, huh?”

Kind of crazy? Kind of? More like totally crazy! But I didn't think now was the time to say that.

“That dress looks amazing on you,” he said, his eyes running over my body with obvious appreciation.

“Thanks,” I said. “I was just about to change when I heard Megan going nuts.”

“Yeah,” he said, looking bummed again. “We broke up.”

“Aww poor Ryan now has zero girlfriends. This is unheard of!” I teased.

“Yeah, I think I'm done with dating for a while. I just...can't be bothered. It just feels so pointless sometimes, you know?”

“Oh, I know,” I said. Boy did I ever.

“No, you don't. Your boyfriend is supposedly 'a god,' right?”

Yesterday I would have agreed. Today I almost laughed.

“Um, no, Colin is not a god. I thought he was, but...”

“But what?” he asked.

“Nothing. He's just...not you,” I finished, with a shrug.

Ryan looked surprised and pleased by this compliment.

“Alicia, I know we're keeping our distance and all, but since I just broke up with my girlfriend, do you think maybe I could have a hug?” he asked.

“Alright, sure,” I said. I moved over next to him and wrapped my arms around him. Being this close to him felt familiar and actually...tantalizing. He smelled good, too. I didn't know why I had never really noticed how good Ryan smelled until that night in the kitchen when we first fucked. Now I was appreciating it again.

“Do you feel better?” I asked, as we hugged.

“Yeah, a little,” he said, still sounding bummed. I knew he just didn't want me to let go, but as usual I was a sucker for him, trying to think up ways to make him happy.

“Hmm. A kiss would probably help more, right?” I asked, pulling back to look at him.

“Probably. But we shouldn't. Right?”

“Well, if its just this once...”

“Just once shouldn't hurt,” he agreed.

I leaned in and kissed him, softly.

All my horniness that had been unfulfilled came roaring back with a vengeance.

“Damn,” he said, sounding surprised.

“What?” I asked.

He pointed down to his crotch and my eyes followed. There was a nice bulge in his shorts.

“Really? Just like that?” I asked.

“Just like that. What can I say? You're just hot.”

“Well, thanks. I'm proud of myself.”

“You're proud that you got me all turned on and Megan's gone so I'll have to take care of myself?!” he asked, looking put out.

“Hell yeah! We're just one step closer to being even now,” I said. “Considering you've pretty much spoiled me.”

“What? What'd I do?”

I told him about the suffering my poor pussy had endured at Colin's hands. He almost died laughing.

“Don't laugh, it's not funny!” I pouted.

“Oh, it's funny. Hey, do you think he really was that bad...or...”

“What? What else could it be?”

“Maybe you just don't really have a connection with him?”

“I don't think it's that? I mean he is a good boyfriend. He's nice to me and he's gorgeous. What else is there?” I shrugged.

“You tell me.”

“I don't know. I only know it didn't feel anything like what we did in New York,” I said, puzzled. “God, it was so frustrating!”

“You know what this means, don't you?”

“What?” I asked. I was desperate to know what it meant.

“I am just good like that,” he said, and sighed to himself with pride. “Yeah, you miss Big Ryan's good lovin.”

I hit him in the arm, laughing. “Just stop! You don't even need a girlfriend, you are too in love with yourself!”

“Nah, more like too in love with you,” he said.

All laughter stopped as once again he took me by surprise.

“Huh?” I asked.

“You didn't know?” he asked.

I shook my head. “I didn't know you thought of it like that,” I said, quietly. I didn't tell him that I was pretty sure I felt the same way, because I feared that if we both admitted it, it would become something that neither of us could deny or control.

“What else should I call it?” he asked.

“I...I don't know,” I said.

We were both lost in thought for a moment, looking at each and trying to figure out just what was going on between us. I decided that I didn't care. I reached out to caress his face. His fingers trailed down my arm sending tingles through me.

“How come you don't return my notes?” he asked.

There had been five of them total by now and I hadn't returned any of them. I wanted to, but I just couldn't. To do that would mean that I was permanently accepting the kind of relationship he wanted to have. I just couldn't do that. Not now.

“Maybe one day I will,” I said.

We both instinctively moved closer, seemingly drawn together by some unseen force. I couldn't keep my lips off of him, I kissed my way down the side of his face to his ear, nipping at it. My tongue darted out to trace the ridge of his ear. I knew I should stop, I didn't know what had come over me but I was enjoying myself too much to let go. I started to kiss his neck and I eased onto his lap, straddling his thigh. I let out a sigh as my bare pussy made contact with his bare skin. It was so exciting my heart started racing and I felt kind of lightheaded.

“No panties, huh?” he murmured, sliding his hands down my body to cup my ass.

I shook my head, then began to run my fingers through his hair as I unconsciously began to rock my hips, humping his thigh. Oh, it felt heavenly. His hands moved from my ass to my thighs and started to slide under my dress, fondling me. I shuddered and let out a shaky breath as my pussy creamed on him.

“Since we both had such a bad night...why don't we take care of each other? Just this once?” he suggested, in a whisper.

I stopped moving, then slipped off of his lap as I realized what I was doing. I couldn't believe I'd just been humping his thigh.

“We can't, its too dangerous. And for me it would be cheating.”

“How is it cheating when you're already mine?”

“Cute. But we could get caught,” I said. The fear of that was still very real, no matter how much I wanted him.

“We don't have to go all the way.”

My mind was crying out to not to do it. We had made so much progress and this would be a major relapse. My pussy, on the other hand, said to go for it. My heart joined in and made the vote 2-1 in favor of Ryan.

“We should lock the door,” I said.

Ryan was out of the bed in flash. He locked the door and I got up to take my dress off. When he turned around and saw me standing there naked, I could practically see him abandoning all logic.

“Oh my God,” he muttered, walking over to me. “I have missed this body.”

“It has missed you,” I said, as he put his hands on me.

His hands cupped my breasts, massaging and sending a deep ache down into my pussy. He rubbed and pinched my nipples then fondled and squeezed my tits in his hands. It felt so hot I could have let him do it for hours, but there were other places I wanted to be touched. I took one of his hands and put it between my legs. My breath became ragged as he touched my pussy, running his finger back and forth over my clit causing me to rock my hips into his hands, eager for more.

When he slid two fingers inside me I moaned at the sensation of fullness and pulled him to me for a kiss as he fingered my pussy. He was doing it just right, sliding his fingers in and out of me, thrusting them deep up into me when I least expected it and forcing a moan from me. I pushed his boxers down and grasped his dick, starting to stroke it while my other hand caressed his back and side.

“I love your dick, Ryan,” I whispered. “It's perfect.”

He smiled. “I love your pussy. Let me eat you, little sis?”

I leaned back against his desk, propping my foot up on the chair and offering him my hot wet pussy. Watching him go down on his knees in front of me and spread my pussy open to start licking at it was the hottest thing I had seen all night.

Unlike my previous adventures in this arena I was not bored or frustrated this time. My clit swelled and throbbed under the attentions of his tongue as he lapped at my cunt and used the tip of his tongue to stimulate me. My pussy got all hot and tingly as his tongue thoroughly explored it and slid up inside it causing my walls to tingle and contract. I felt like my pussy was melting into his mouth.

I was blasting off in no time, cumming like crazy and rubbing my pussy on his mouth as weeks of sexual frustration culminated in a release that made me quiver and wonder if he was some kind of pussy prodigy or something. All I wanted to do was return the favor he had just bestowed on me. I slid off the desk to my knees and began to love on his cock.

I rubbed my face on it, knowing how much he liked to see that. Then I licked it all over, feeling it harden even more as my tongue caressed and explored every inch of it. I was enjoying it so much my mouth was watering and I got it really wet. The sight of it all hard and glistening made my pussy leak and clench and crave to be filled with it. But for now my mouth would enjoy it. I slid my mouth down on it, taking it deep into my mouth and sighing in pleasure as I began to suck on it. My hands cupped his ass as my mouth slid over his shaft again and again and my tongue teased his head on every back stroke. God, it was great. I had to have more.

“Fuck my mouth, Ryan?”

Ryan cradled my head in his hand as he began to thrust his cock into my mouth in a steady fucking motion, while I sucked and licked on it. My pussy juices were now seeping down my thighs I was so turned on. I started to moan and sigh around the cock in my mouth. Ryan was breathing hard and thrusting deeper into my mouth.

“I'm gonna cum, Ali,” he moaned.

I kept going and soon felt him filling my mouth with cum. I swallowed as I continued to suck, making sure I got every drop of his load. Then I licked him clean, pleasantly aware of his lustful eyes watching me intently.

I didn't want to stop sucking his cock but I needed him inside me. I pulled over the desk chair.

“Sit,” I said and pushed him down in the seat. I couldn't help but suck on his cock some more before hopping onto his lap.

When I straddled him, he grabbed me by the butt and eagerly helped me push my pussy down onto his dick. My pussy quivered, hugging his dick tightly like a cherished friend. Ryan and I both moaned at the familiar and long overdue sensation of his dick stretching my pussy.

“Oh God, I was hoping for this but I didn't really think you'd ever be with me again...” he breathed.

“Fuck, Ryan, I don't think I can help it anymore,” I said, bracing my toes on the floor and my hands on the chair behind him as I began to ride his cock. “God I love having you inside me.”

Ryan sucked and licked on my tits as I rode him, rocking my hips up and down and creaming all over his shaft. He held me around the waist and helped me keep up my fast rhythm. I started to buck on him wildly as I neared my orgasm and then my entire body locked up as I started to cum. Ryan thrust up into me, keeping my orgasm going as I did my best not to scream and alert the entire world that I was cumming on my brother's cock.

As soon as my orgasm waned and I regained control of my legs again, I went right back to riding him. My hips rocked up and down, sliding his cock deep inside me again and again. I couldn't keep myself from moaning, it just felt too good. I did my best to keep it quiet, though, as I bounced enthusiastically on his cock.

“Oh Alicia, I'm so close,” he said. “I wish I could keep my cock in you forever.”

That made two of us. I wished I could always have his cock in me. I wanted to walk around with it in me. Eat breakfast at the kitchen table with it in me. Sit at my desk in class with it in me. Fall asleep every night with it lodged deep inside me.

I wrapped my arms around his shoulders as I moved my hips in a smooth rocking motion and Ryan reached between us to rub my clit, pushing me into another mind-numbing, toe-curling orgasm. My pussy squeezed at his cock greedily as I came on him. His thrusts came faster and harder I knew he was close. I really wanted him to cum in me but I absolutely couldn't risk getting pregnant. That would ruin everything.

I forced myself to move off of him and plunge his cock into my mouth, sucking on it while pinching and playing with his nipple. I felt his cum gush into my mouth and I moaned my approval, swallowing it down as fast as he was giving it. It was weird how much I loved swallowing his cum, I figured, but I didn't care. It made me feel close to him.

When he finally started to go soft I reluctantly relinquished my hold on his cock. He pulled me back onto his lap for a cuddle. I wrapped my arms around him and let him hug and squeeze and touch me for a while. It was kind of turning me on again but I knew we shouldn't push our luck, so I slipped off of his lap.

I was putting my dress on when he grabbed my hand and began to do what I thought he might do after sex – completely lose his mind.

“I can't stand seeing you with Colin! I pretend like it's not bothering me, but it's killing me. I tried to get over you but I can't. Why can't you just break up with him? I need you so much more than he does.”

“Please don't start this?” I begged. “You said we were just going to help each other out, that's all.”

“Is that what that felt like to you just now? Us just helping each other out and nothing more?”

“Well, no, but...”

“Why are we even doing this? Why are we pretending that things are normal between us when they're not? They're never gonna be normal. Not now. Not ever again.”

I was going to keep arguing but how could I, when I knew he was right?

“So then what do we do? Sneak around forever?”

“Just for now. But when we get older and move out we can do whatever we want. C'mon, let's just try?”

I thought about it. Could I really keep doing this with Ryan knowing that it was wrong and could destroy our family? Knowing that in time I would only get more addicted? Knowing that we could never be together like a normal couple?

I was about to answer when I heard a sound that I was not expecting. A hand grasped the doorknob and jiggled it. Someone was trying to turn it and had just realized it was locked.

Both of us froze.

“Ryan?” Jack called from the other side of the door.

“Why is the door locked, sweetie?” Mom called.

Great! Mom was out there, too?!

“Oh my God! Get in my closet!” Ryan whispered, grabbing his shorts and pulling them on.

“I don't have to get in the closet, let's just make up something!” I whispered back.

“What are we gonna make up to explain why we're both in here with the door locked?! You have to hide!” he said, grabbing a t-shirt and pulling it on.

“Would you be quiet?! They'll hear us!” I said.

“Just get in the closet!” he said, pushing me over to it.

I opened the closet door and almost got hit in the head by an avalanche of random falling objects. I'm talking clothes, old games, sports equipment, books, shoes, all kinds of things rained down from there.

“Ryan?” Dad called impatiently from outside the door.

Ryan shoved me in the closet and shut the door. There was barely room to stand, and I had the terrifying suspicion that I was probably standing in his dirty laundry.

“Oh God, Ryan why don't you clean in here?” I hissed. “God knows what's in here. Is that moving? Ryan? Ryan I think something just moved on my foot!”

“SHHHHHHH!” he said, trying not to laugh.

I hid in the dark closet listening as he went and answered the door. I watched through the little cracks as Mom and Dad walked into the room, looking around. They were definitely suspicious.

“Why'd it take you so long to answer the door?” Mom asked him.

“Uhhh I was asleep,” he said, running his hand through the back of his hair.

“Since when do you lock the door before bed? You know we don't allow locked doors in this house.”

“Oh, um Megan was here and we had a fight. She wouldn't leave, so I sort of put her out of the room and locked the door. I figured she'd leave eventually.”

“Okay, NOT the way we raised you to treat young ladies, Ryan,” Dad lectured. “But that girl is kind of crazy, so....”

“Kind of?” Mom asked. “Kind of?”

My thoughts exactly, mom.

“Mom, Dad, why are you here?” Ryan asked, losing patience.

“We just wanted to let you know that we are hiring a private detective tomorrow,” Dad said. “We haven't had any luck tracking Kylie or Jax through their credit cards. They've been smart enough not to use any of them. They cleared out their bank accounts before they left and are just using cash.”

“So you are hoping you can hire someone to track them down so you can bring them back?” Ryan asked.

“Of course. They are children, Ryan,” Dad said. “They've lived a sheltered life. They don't know the first thing about surviving in the real world alone. It's dangerous for them out there.”

“Kylie is still technically a minor at 17,” Mom said. “If we find her we can legally force her to come back home. If we do that, Jax will come, too.”

“And then when you force them to come home you will lecture them and not let them see each other,” Ryan guessed.

“Well, naturally,” Mom said. “What they are doing is wrong.”

“And that's why they will probably just run away again. They are never going to stay here and be a part of this family again until you accept them,” Ryan said. “What they're doing is strange, but it's not hurting anybody. Sometimes you just can't help who you love.”

“Alicia said the same thing to me the other day,” Dad said. “The only thing is, it's just not that simple.”

“It is that simple. It's as simple as choosing between accepting them as they are or losing them forever.”

“We know you are right, son, but it is still harder than you can imagine to make that choice. You are still so young. One day when you have your own kids you will understand,” Dad said. “I just want the best for them.”

Mom and Dad left then, and I came bursting out of the closet, practically falling on my face in another avalanche. Ryan had to come rescue me from the heap.

“I feel really bad,” he said.

“For not cleaning your closet? For subjecting me to that disaster without at least giving me a hazmat suit?”

“Because we are doing things behind their backs again!”

“Oh. That.”

“Plus we know where Kylie and Jax are but we can't tell. Meanwhile it's really worrying them. But at the same time, if they really do find them and drag them home, Kylie and Jax be miserable. But what if what they said was right – what if they aren't mature enough to make it on their own? Everything is all screwed up and there's nothing I can do to change or fix any of this! I feel like if things keep going on this way, something really horrible is gonna happen!”

It wasn't like Ryan to really worry, and it bothered me.

I threw my arms around him and kissed him on the nose.

“It will all work out, my baby,” I assured him, simply.

Ryan smirked, obviously knowing what it meant for me to call him that.

“Really? How do you know that?” he asked.

“Because no matter what we're going through, now matter how hard or how weird things get, we have a lot of love in this family. In the end it will pull us through.”

“Yeah. You're right,” he said, with a little smile.

With a satisfied nod, I let go. Then I went to my own room to sleep.




The next morning I was awakened to the sound of my phone beeping. I had a new text message.

“Hey, how's my girl?” Colin had text to ask.

I groaned and sat up, feeling my stomach start to roll and do somersaults. I text back one word. “Nauseous.”

“That is normal after getting as drunk as you did last night,” he text back with a laughing smiley.

The only thing was, I wasn't really that drunk last night. I'd had a few beers and was tipsy but it had worn off long before I got home. So why was I nauseous?

Maybe I was just coming down with something?

I got out of bed to go brush my teeth, but a strong wave of nausea sent me running to the toilet to hurl. All while I was throwing up violently, I was taking a list of my symptoms. I was throwing up but I didn't have a fever or feel sick in any other way. I also couldn't remember when I last had a period.

I really hoped this wasn't what I suspected.

I hadn't thought about it in a while, but I did let Ryan cum in me back at the cottage. I thought it would be okay if it was only once. Now I felt foolish for ever thinking that offered me any protection.

When I finally was able to stop heaving, I went into my room and checked my calendar. I counted the days three times and there was no way around it. I was seven days late.

What if Ryan was right last night? What if something horrible really was about to happen?!

Mom popped her head in the door then, smiling.

“Wanna go shopping, honey?” she asked. “After the things that have been going on lately, we could use a little pick me up, right?”

No, I did not want to go shopping! I wanted to take a pregnancy test immediately! I just didn't know how I was going to get my hands on one. Then I realized if I went shopping with mom, I could sneak off and buy one easily.

“Uh, yeah. Just let me get ready,” I said.

I spent my whole day with mom pretending to be normal. Pretending to shop. Pretending I didn't just go hurl in the food court bathroom. Pretending I wasn't just barely clinging to my sanity. Pretending I wasn't possibly pregnant with my brother's child. Around 6:00 PM I finally returned home with many bags of new clothes, and a pregnancy test concealed in my purse. I threw the shopping bags in my room and shut myself up in the bathroom to take the test.

It was positive.

For the longest time I could not think or react. I just sat there in disbelief. This was it. This was the one thing I couldn't handle. The one thing I had tried to avoid above all else.

A sharp knock on the door made me jump.

“Honey, Dad and I are going out to dinner,” Mom called. “Do you wanna come?”

“I'm not hungry,” I said, flatly.

“I asked your brother and he said the same. Well, we're going to head out. You kids can just find something in the fridge if you do get hungry later.”

“Okay,” I called back, and listened to her footsteps retreat.

I don't know how long I was in there trying to process the news. It could have been an hour or more before I heard Ryan calling me down the hall, he was obviously looking for me. I partly hoped he would just go away. I did not want to tell him this. But the knock on the door told me he'd found me.

“Ali, are you in there?”

I didn't answer but he opened the door anyway to check, only to find me on the bathroom floor staring at a pregnancy test. I couldn't stop looking at it. It was like I somehow kept expecting to see it differently and have this awesome moment where I realized I had read it wrong. But no matter how long I looked at it there were still two lines. It was still positive. I was still pregnant.

“Hey, where have you been all day? Wait. Is...Is that what I think it is?” he asked.

I nodded.

“How did this happen?” he asked, surprisingly calm.

“You and me. At the reunion.”

“You and Colin never went all the way?” he double checked.

I shook my head. He sat down on the floor next to me with a deep sigh.

“I had hoped this wouldn't happen,” he said.

“No shit,” I said. “Me too.”

He placed his hand on my forearm, squeezing it. “Well, it's okay. You don't have to worry about it. We can take care of it.”

I turned my head slowly to look at him. “What?”

“I mean, there are options.”

“How can you say that?!” I yelled with the kind of anger only a pregnant girl can muster.

“Say what? I am just trying to do the right thing here! You already made it pretty clear that you do not want to be walking around pregnant with my kid!”

“That was before! I don't want to get rid of it!” I yelled.

“You don't?” he asked, surprised.

I shook my head.

“Me neither.”

“Will it really be like Kylie said? Will it really be deformed?” I whispered.

“No, Ali, no. I looked it up after she said that. It's just that if we have any recessive traits for any specific illnesses it would have a higher chance of getting that illness. But even then the chances are low. And we are a pretty healthy family overall.”

“So...it'll be normal and healthy?”

“I think so, yes.”

I felt relieved and kind of happy, but that happiness was dampened by the rampant fear I felt at our parents finding out.

“What are we gonna do, Ryan? We need a plan.”

“Okay okay. I'm thinking...I've got it!” he said. “We just won't tell them. Ever.”

I waited to see if he was kidding. He had to be. He had to have something else.

Nothing.

He just continued to look at me, clueless.

“That plan sucks!” I blew up. “I'm gonna start showing eventually, you freaking idiot!”

“We'll just hide you in really really big clothes!”

“This is not funny. Do not joke about this. What are we going to do?”

“I don't know,” he admitted. “I don't know what we're gonna do, Alicia.”

That scared me more than anything.

“Hey, don't look like that. We'll think of something.”

“There's nothing to think of that will get us out of this mess!” I cried. “They're gonna kill us! Everything will be ruined!”

Ryan frowned and took me in his arms, rocking me.

“It's all gonna work out, my baby,” he told me.

Okay, cute, but horribly inadequate for the situation at hand.

“No, it's not!” I cried, getting angry and shoving him off me. “There is no way for this to 'work out!'”

“What happened to everything you said then? About how much love we have in our family? About how it will pull us through?!”

I laughed bitterly. “You think they'll love us after they find out. How funny,” I said. Then I laughed some more. “They're gonna hate us, Ryan. Everyone's gonna hate us.”

I burst into tears then.

Ryan's eyes widened in fear. I think I had never in my life seen him look so terrified. I think my complete freakout really shook him. He seemed to have no idea what to say or do. Then he grabbed me and hugged me to him again, patting my back like one would a crying baby while I blubbered on him.

“I can't tell you what's gonna happen, but I can tell you that I'll still love you,” he said. “You'll always have me, no matter what.”

I did feel better hearing that, but I couldn't stop crying.

“C'mon, Ali, it's gonna be okay. We're gonna get through this,” he told me.

“They're gonna split us up,” I sobbed.

“We won't let them. We don't have to stay here, you know? We can leave. We can just go. Kylie and Jax did it, so why can't we?”

“The last time you said that sentence we ended up having sex, and look at us now!” I cried.

Then I bawled some more. I didn't want to just leave my school and all my friends. Where would we go? We'd be alone out there.

Kylie was going to miss the last 6 months of school and her graduation. When she turned eighteen she was going to do a high school equivalency, then enroll in college. But what would I do? I was a sophomore. What about my last two years of school? Sure we could run off somewhere but then what? I didn't want to miss two years of school.

After a few more minutes of my bawling, Ryan's strong front cracked.

“Alicia, please stop crying? Please? Tell me what to do? Just tell me what you want me to do and I'll do it?” he pleaded.

I thought about that. What could anyone do to make this better? It was kind of obvious to me that we were gonna have to run away, despite how I felt about it.

I sat up and sniffled, wiping my eyes. “I want you to tell Kylie and Jax what's going on, and ask them if we can come stay with them a while, until we find our own place.”

“Wowww....” he said, obviously shocked at how difficult the course of action I'd chosen was. “Okay, you do know they are going to be really mad at us, right? You know they will probably say no?”

I just looked at him unwavering. I missed my siblings and it would make me feel better to be around them.

He put his hands up. “Okay. Okay, I'm calling,” he said.


Jax and Kylie yelled at Ryan over the phone and asked a million embarrassing questions about us, then basically took turns saying 'I told you so' and carefully detailing why and how they were disappointed in us. But at the end of one long horrific conversation, they said they didn't approve of what we had done, but mom and dad were most certainly going to destroy us on a cellular level when they found out. So in the interest of saving their niece or nephew, we could come live with them until we could find a place of our own.

We practically ran to our rooms and started packing our things. We had only one objective: Get Out Now. We did not want to have the awkward conversation with our parents about how Ryan had impregnated me. We did not want them to catch us before we could sneak out. Even Kylie and Jax had said the only solution was just to run.

We took everything we loved and everything we had that was of value and high tailed it downstairs. Unlike me, Ryan had his license and a car, so we were going to throw our stuff in it and drive to the airport.

We made it to the front door when a voice rang out behind us.

“Stop right there, children!” Dad called.

We froze.

Shit! When did they get home?!

We turned around slowly to see our parents standing in the living room.

“Just where are you two going?” Mom asked.

We had no answer.

She pointed to the sofa. “Sit.”

We didn't move.

“On the way home from dinner we found a receipt for a pregnancy test in the car, Alicia,” Dad said. “It has your account information on it.”

Damnit! It must have fallen out of my pocket or purse. Why couldn't I have been more careful?

“Sit,” mom repeated, much more forcefully now. She pointed to the couch. Her eyes were practically bulging out.

This was it: we were toast.

Ryan and I looked at each other solemnly then we put our bags down and went over to the sofa, sitting down side-by-side. Close. I was shaking like a leaf. Ryan reached over and took my hand, holding it.

“Do you want to tell us what's going on?” Dad asked.

Neither of us spoke. Neither of us could move our mouths to form words.

“Are you pregnant, Alicia?” Mom asked. “I mean, considering the luggage by the door, my guess is yes.”

I didn't answer.

Both of them got mad.

“Okay. Maybe Colin can tell us, then,” Dad said. “Alicia, give me your phone. I'm going to call him. In fact, I would love to give him a piece of my mind!”

I shook my head.

“Oh, really? Why not?” he asked, getting angrier.

I wouldn't say.

“So were you two ever coming back?” Mom asked. “I mean, this is bad, yes. But did you really think you had to run away? We are disappointed, and we are very angry, but Alicia you don't have to leave home because of this.”

“You two were just going to run away? Like Kylie and Jax? Is that it?” Dad asked.

I knew they were only saying all of this because they still thought it was Colin's kid.

“Ryan it's admirable of you to try to help your sister, but the mature thing to do is stay and talk this out, not help her run away from her responsibilities,” Mom said.

“I don't think you understand...” Ryan spoke up.

“What don't we understand?” Dad asked.

He looked at me, to see if I wanted to tell them. I didn't know what to do.

“I wasn't helping her run away, I was going with her.”

“Why would you do that?” Mom asked.

“It's not Colin's baby,” he said.

They looked at each other, confused.

“Well, whose it it?” Dad asked, truly thrown now.

“It's mine,” Ryan said. Probably the two hardest words he'd ever had to say in his life.

They looked at us in shock and horror, I think they were hoping we'd say it was all some cruel joke, but as they took in our somber faces and our linked fingers, I think they believed us.

Mom's hand crept over her mouth.

“What did you do?!” Jack cried. “Ryan, what did you do to your sister?!”

“It wasn't like that!” I cried. “We're in love - “

Both of our parents were off the couch, suddenly. One had leaped up in outrage, and the other in horror.

“First Kylie and Jax, now you as well?!” Mom screamed. “This can't be happening! This can't be happening again!”

“You are not in love! You're brother and sister! You're supposed to love each other, but that doesn't mean you act on it like this!” Jack yelled in outrage. Then he turned to Mom. “Where have we gone wrong with these children, Kathy? Two of them ran off together and these two are having a baby with each other?!”

“I don't know, I don't know!” she cried, grabbing her head. She resumed saying that it just can't happen again. Not again.

Dad whirled around to yell at us.

“Now I understand why you tried to run away rather than face what you've done! You've ruined everything – your relationship, your futures, everything! This is IT! Do you hear me? You have destroyed this family, do you understand that?! This is the last straw!”

Ryan and I cringed and looked at each other fearfully. This was going just about as poorly as we'd suspected. Maybe we should just leave? I eyed the luggage by the door wistfully, thinking we should just make a run for it. I nudged Ryan and eyed the door. He nodded once.

Then suddenly Mom raised a hand. “Stop! Just stop, Jack. Leave them alone.”

We all looked at Mom in surprise. She took a deep breath. She looked exhausted, but calm.

“Leave them alone?!” Dad inquired, as though Mom had gone crazy. “Apparently we have left them alone a little too much! Because now THEY ARE HAVING A BABY!”

“I am not going to lose ALL of my children!” she cried. “And my grandchild, too!”

Jack opened his mouth to say something, but then he just stopped. I think he understood her point.

“We may never see Kylie and Jax again. Do you really want to lose them, too?” she asked, gesturing toward us.

Dad looked at me. Mom looked at Ryan. I could tell they were asking themselves if they could really let us go, even after what we did, and they were finding that they couldn't.

I was shocked that they even cared anymore whether we ran away or not. But they both forced themselves to sit back down, looking much calmer than before even though that calmness looked barely maintained.

“Children, we don't understand what you have done, or what you...feel...for each other. But we love you,” Mom said. “This is your home. We may never understand, but we will try to work through this.”

I perked up. We weren't going to be disowned? I looked at Ryan, he looked surprised and relieved, too.

“To be clear, do you both want this baby?” Jack asked.

We nodded.

“Okay. Your mother and I need to talk for a moment. Stay put,” he said.

They got up and left the room to go confer amongst themselves like they always did when there was a problem. Ryan and I just sat there awkwardly. I wanted to say something to break the unbearable tension.

“Hey Ry...remember when you got molested by old ladies at the airport?”

Ryan laughed. “No I do not, actually. It was so traumatic I have stricken it from my conscious memory.”

“But your subconscious still knows. It still remembers the smell of poligrip and the sensation of a wrinkled hand squeezing your ass.”

“Shut up!” he laughed, poking me in the side. “Do you remember when I beat you up in a snow drift?”

“Pfft. I was winning! You were like 'stop, my hair!'”

Our parents came back ten minutes later to sit back down. They seemed confused as to why we looked so relaxed and amused, but didn't say anything about it.

“Your father and I have talked and come to some decisions. You know that you can't ever let anyone find out how this child came about? Especially any of our relatives, and most importantly not your biological dad?”

“We know,” Ryan said.

“Then we'll carry on as a family,” Mom said, decisively. “Kylie, you will continue to go to school until you have the baby. Then we'll work things out to make sure you go back to school and graduate. You can tell people whatever you want about how you got pregnant, or you can tell them nothing. Ryan, just because nobody can know you're the father doesn't mean you don't have to act like one. You will help Alicia take care of this child. You're both responsible for it.”

We both nodded.

“As far as your relationship, we suppose the damage is already done. Nothing we can do now will ever make it what it was or what it should be. Not after this. So whatever you two do, as long as we don't have to see it or know about it, it's between you. Around the house you will act like you always have, and keep anything else confined to your rooms.”

“Okay,” Ryan and I agreed.

We all sat there in silence for a moment. Mom and Dad were obviously too mentally taxed to lecture us or tell us we were wrong, they were just going to completely ignore how we felt about each other. I didn't mind that at all. Ignoring was kind of close to a grudging acceptance, in my book. I would take that and be happy. I'd take that over being disowned any day.

There was something I just couldn't figure out, though.

“I know you don't want us to run away, too, but...How can you accept what we did, when you could never accept Kylie and Jax?” I asked.

“Alicia, we have realized a lot of things since they left us,” Dad said. “We may feel that what they're doing is wrong, but it wasn't worth driving them away to prove a point.”

“So you've accepted that they're together?” Ryan asked.

“What choice do we have? They're still going to be together no matter what we say. We made our stand but the only thing that changed is we don't get to be a part of their lives at all anymore.”

“We were really humiliated at the reunion, and I think that made us take things harder,” Mom said. “We regret that now. If they had just sat us down and told us, maybe...I don't know. If we knew where they were now, we would tell them that we're willing to accept their feelings. But now we can't tell them anything. Ever again. And I'll be damned if that happens to the four of us, too.”

I couldn't believe it. It seemed like everything was going to be okay.

“Go unpack kids,” Dad said, dismissing us.

I suspected he was just sick of looking at us and knowing we got it on at least once, and probably more than that, but I couldn't really blame him.

We got up and took our bags upstairs.



I was hanging up my new clothes in my room some time later, when Ryan came in. He had a sneaky little grin on his face.

“Can you believe we get to be together whenever we want?” he asked. “All we have to do is not sex each other up in front of the parents?”

“It is pretty great,” I said.

“Told you it would all work out.”

“Um, I think I was the one that told you it would all work out.”

“At first. Then you lost your shit and went all 'omg we're gonna DIE!' So you don't get any credit,” he teased.

“Whatever, I get all the credit,” I said.

“We really owe all this to Kylie and Jax. They sort of unintentionally paved the way for us.”

“I guess so,” I said.

Ryan came over to me and put his arms around me, pulling me back against him. He started grinding his dick on my ass.

I couldn't believe after the day we had, he was actually horny.

“What do you think you're doing?” I asked, amazed.

“Umm, I think I am trying to make you horny?” he said. “Is it working?”

“Do you really think us having sex is a good idea right this moment?”

“Why not? It's not like I can knock you up even more,” he said, and giggled.

“Yeah, you've done an awesome job at that as it is!” I said, turning around and sarcastically giving him two thumbs up.

“Thanks,” he beamed. “It is pretty impressive, isn't it? It only took one time.”

Unbelievable. He could find a way to be proud of himself even for that!

“They said our rooms are fair game, so...” he said, pulling me to him. He started touching my boobs and kissing my neck. “You know, it's always been my fantasy to fuck a pregnant girl.”

“Really?” I giggled, excitedly.

“Yeah,” he said, slipping a hand between my legs to touch me. I sighed and leaned back against him as waves of pleasure spread through me.

“Do you want me to fuck your pregnant pussy?” he asked, sucking my earlobe into his mouth.

“Yes. God yes,” I said.

We made our way over to my bed.

That night we fucked so many times we exhausted ourselves. I actually fell asleep with his dick in me. It was nice, knowing that nobody would come in and pull us apart or yell at us. It was nice knowing that at least for now, we could be together.



I broke up with Colin shortly after the truth came out at home. He took it like a gentleman. When I started to show and everyone at school found out I was pregnant, there were tons of rumors that Colin must be the father, even though I told everyone he wasn't. I think they thought I just didn't want to admit it. As long as they didn't know the truth, I didn't care what they thought.

Ryan and I were pretty happy, spending all our time together and sleeping in the same bed every night. Mom and Dad just carried on like everything was the same. Whenever they talked about the baby, they would be really careful not to discuss the fact that we conceived it together. They were excited about their new grandchild, though. And even though everyone in the family gossiped about me for getting pregnant, they got over it pretty quickly. They still treated me kindly at family functions and they actually sent me a lot of stuff for my baby.

Ryan graduated high school and enrolled in a local university, so he could still stay at home with me.

I got bigger and bigger, and we turned the room across from mine into a nursery.

One day the doorbell rang and I waddled to it only to find Kylie and Jax on the doorstep. Ryan and I had told them our parents had a change of heart, and they came back. They were married now, and Kylie was nearly as pregnant as me. We all hugged each other and Kylie and me started crying because we were so happy to see each other. (And also because we were all pregnant and hormonal.)

Mom and Dad were really accepting of them, and they were actually happy about their baby. They were ecstatic when Kylie and Jax said they had been doing fine in California but they missed their family and wanted to come home. So our siblings moved back in. Once again, we were a family.

Many nights were spent with all three of us couples locked away in our rooms fucking like bunnies until daylight, but we just never mentioned it to each other, and things carried on just fine.

I went into labor that fall, and after ten hours of horrible labor, I had a son. He was born healthy and happy, and we named him Andrew Ryan Hanson. He was really adorable and looks just like me, even though Ryan insists that he looks just like him. Maybe he looks like both of us.

I thought Ryan was going to literally burst with pride when he first held Andy. He wouldn't let anyone else hold him for at least an hour, even me. Finally he let Mom and Dad hold him. He looked antsy though by the time Jax and Kylie were getting their turn. When Jax was going to bring Andy back to me, Ryan just intercepted and took him back.

“Moooom, Ryan is hogging the baby,” I complained.

“Hey, you held him for 9 months and I didn’t complain!” Ryan said.

“Oh, I wish I could have shared that job with you, let me tell you. Do you wanna carry the next one? Be my guest.”

Mom, Dad, Jax and Kylie all stopped what they were doing and stared at me in horror.

“THE NEXT ONE?!” Mom and Dad screamed.

“I didn't mean literally!” I quickly said. “Calm down! Calm down!”

Everyone seemed to relax somewhat. I knew a family crisis had just been averted, but I also knew that I wanted another baby just like Andy, even if I had to wait until after Ryan graduated and we moved out on our own in order to get one.

Later that night when we were alone in the room with the baby, Ryan brought up my little slip from earlier.

“You want to have another baby with me?” he asked.

“Well, yeah,” I said, as I looked down at Andy. “Don't you think he should have a brother or sister?”

He thought about this.

“Let's hope we can make him a brother. A sister might be too dangerous. I'm not having Andy tell me one day that he's in love with his sister.”

“Wow, what a hypocrite,” I said, with a laugh.

“Hey, I just want life to be as normal as possible for him!” he said. “You know, Dad said I'd understand when I have my own kid. I think he was right.”

“I guess so. But you know, we're never gonna be a normal family, right?” I asked, feeling a little worried. “I mean, we're siblings who have a baby together.”

“But this IS normal. It's perfectly normal, for us.”

I smiled. He was right. And I liked thinking about it that way. I realized that I didn't have to be “normal” in the same way as everyone else. Ryan and I could define our own idea of normal, and that would be okay, too. As long as we still had our family and each other, we'd be fine.

“I guess you're right,” I said.

Ryan came and sat next to me, kissing me on the lips and little Andy on the forehead. I was so happy in that moment.

“Ry, can you get me the camera out of the overnight bag?” I asked him. “It's in the front compartment.”

He went into the bag and got the camera, but as I had planned he also encountered five little notes of blue paper. They all had the same three words on them in my handwriting. “I love you.”

Ryan smiled and put them in his pocket. “You know, you're pretty cute sometimes,” he told me.

“Thanks. I know,” I grinned, smugly.

The End

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Well guys, it's over! How did you like it? I really loved writing this. Can you believe it's 31,639 words total? That's huge! It was written over the span of only 5 days.

Well, PM me if you have any feedback for me about the series, and rate if you enjoyed this conclusion!

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2014-03-07 09:24:54
Soorires, thanks for the input. here's a tip: When you feel a story is too long you should probably stop reading it, not complain to the author, who definitely doesn't care. But since you read it all, I'm assuming that even though you're complaining, I still win.

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2014-01-06 16:46:29
Not bad..but the story is too long..yet it is a plausible story. Keep on writing..

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