I started writing this story down because I knew it was coming to an end. I knew there would be one day when she would be gone. I wanted to have a record so I could say this was real, this happened; this love, transcendent, taboo, and solid, was a beautiful thing that happened.

Five years ago, my fantastic sister and lover successfully avoided breast cancer. As many people wish for clarity in these times, reality takes its time clearing its fog.

“Fuck that,” she had said.

She had jumped back into life with renewed vigor. Bucket list items were checked off on a regular basis, including skydiving - one she never shared with anyone. And we all got to go away for a fantastic week in Florida at a resort.

We had sex in the ocean for the first time. It was sunset and, we were all wading in the water. I was behind her, nearly chest deep, holding her close as waves rocked against us. She needed a rest after playing dunking games with all of the kids and her husband. A grateful circle moment for me.

The welcoming firm yet pillowy ass was rubbing against my hard cock. She deftly pulled it out and slid it between her open legs. In the fading light, I sighed the moment I heard her moan. I had easily entered her.

Jamie heard and sent a shocked look mouthing, “Really?!” and Annabelle quietly shrugged. My beautiful wife shook her head and did her best to distract the children and my brother-in-law.

By simply massaging me with her incredible pussy muscles we both came. I filled her with my seed, most of it flowing away with the ocean waves. Neither one of us made any vocal sounds as we were bathed in a sense of peace; the sea allowing us to enjoy the pleasure of each other again.

Since then, life has moved on. The fantastic Nicole has just graduated from college and is going into counseling like her mother. My Oscar is a freshman and is going to be an engineer, of all things. He is smart and funny and gay as the day is long. I love him and his boyfriend Zack to death. He always makes us laugh and is generous to everyone.

My nephew, Vincent, is in the middle of a trip around the world. He joined two different environmental groups and goes to hotspots to help out with climate crises. Joel and Annabelle miss him terribly, but they know his work is important and deeply heartfelt.

My electric Ellen loves high school, swimming, and boys. Lots of boys. At sixteen, she was already a knockout and was exploring “all of her options”. Out of an abundance of caution, Jamie and I decided that her request to go on birth control pills was acceptable at her age. Her brother matter-of-factly said she was a slut. I scolded him, but secretly smiled, knowing she came by it honestly. She liked to have sex and said she was being responsible, but why tempt fate?

Then there was Amelia… my dear sweet Amelia. She was so smart. Smarter than any of us and poised to do something huge to change the world. Yes, of course, she was my daughter, so I admired her very much, but she was also Annabelle‘s child. Her uniqueness as the child of siblings somehow fueled my vision for her. There had been times when I longed to have more of an active role in raising her. So Annabelle and Joel were sweet about letting me take her to museums or documentaries. One of our favorite times was a three-day trip we took with her sister to visit the sites of the Underground Railroad for her report on Harriet Tubman.

As anyone would have hoped, things progressed beautifully for our two families, and my extended family as a whole. My oldest brother was aging and had to retire early. My mother was now in assisted living and was still writing poetry and telling people what to do …calmly and beautifully.

I had avoided a scare with prostate cancer, and I felt like perhaps the universe was looking out for me and for us.

Maybe…

It was a Saturday morning; I was preparing to go take a hike through the woods with Oscar and a couple of his buddies who were home on spring break. He loved the forest preserves in our area and, for the first time in six years, wanted his dad to go with him. Our kids surprise us, don’t they?

Oscar and I were in the garage with Zach when the house phone rang, and Jamie answered. She came to the door and said, “It’s Annabelle. She wants to talk to you.” I stepped into the kitchen and she handed me the phone, a look of concern and caution on her face.

“Hey, what’s up?”

The silence was full of dread, fear, and uncertainty. She wasn’t speaking, but I heard her breathing.

My heart beat faster and blood rushed to my ears.

I knew exactly what was happening. Of course, I could’ve been wrong, I wanted to be wrong, but I knew I wasn’t.

I reached for Jamie’s hand and she gasped, covering her mouth with her other. I took a big sigh and said as quietly as I could, “How can we help?”

A choke and a quiet sob came on the other end. “Ummm…Just love me, that’s all. We won’t know until next week with more testing, but she is sure it’s back and, um, spreading…that’s why I haven’t been breathing very well lately. It wasn’t pneumonia after all.”

The ‘she’ she was referring to was her new doctor, Rachel Schwartz. She came highly recommended and Annabelle loved her. And she was upfront and blunt just like my sister.

“I assume you’re not alone? Are the kids there?” I knew Joel was out of town for a week. The band was really close to hitting a massive national audience and the whole family had been excited about this tour. Annabelle was going to be joining them halfway through when they hit Cleveland.

“Yes, Amelia is here and I’ve already talked to Nicole on the phone. Our daughters are quite wonderful people.”

***

Three weeks later, there was a massive family meeting/celebration for my brother’s sixtieth. My siblings, spouses, nieces, nephews, and even my mother were all there. Annabelle tried not to draw too much focus and explained that her cancer was back and had metastasized into her lungs and possibly liver. She would be getting chemo early in the month, and hopefully, things would come around. She held out hope and we all supported her.

“Sorry guys; time to get the pink ribbons back out,” she joked.

As the evening was winding down, Joel and other family members who played and sang were doing their favorite music. Stories were being exchanged, and our mom was consoled and taken back early. She was handling the news about Annabelle the worst, as one might expect.

In this relative calm, Annabelle sat down with Jamie and I at my brother’s kitchen table. She was holding both our hands. She smiled sadly, but with great sincerity. Poor Jamie’s eyes were already leaking and I found my throat was dry as a desert.

But I choked out, “You’re not telling us…it’s worse…isn’t it?”

She smiled even more. “Can’t get anything past you, can I? Oh wait, I can and have been my whole life. I forgot, I’m the smart one.”

Her sibling teasing and challenges were a nice balm to our pain, but did not fully remove it. It was a weak defense mechanism but I appreciated the effort.

“Not that smart. You did marry Joel.”

Annabelle laughed then looked at both of us and kissed the palm of my hand. Shivers ran up my spine, but not for the usual sexual reasons.

“I’m going to get sick. I’m going to get very sick and I need some things from the two of you.”

Jamie nodded her head and said softly, “…anything.”

“First and foremost, look after Joel. He tries to be strong and fun and is a wonderful father, but he’s got a soft vulnerable side. I fear him unraveling. And, of course, look after the kids. They love the two of you more than any of their other aunts and uncles.” She looked me in the eye. “Especially Amelia.”

The wonderful Jamie chuckled softly. “Duh, I know none of us want to say it, but I’m pretty sure she’s figured out who her father is a long time ago.”

Annabelle rolled her eyes, not disagreeing. “And then, lastly, this one’s going to sound crazy but I kind of need it to happen because I’m keenly aware that one day it won’t be able to. I want the four of us to go away for a weekend. Someplace fun and romantic. And I want us to fuck until we can’t walk anymore.”

Jamie had chosen that moment to drink her wine and ended up spitting across the table. I handed her some napkins and she cleaned up Annabelle’s arm and the table as we all laughed and teased my wife.

Amelia had chosen that moment to walk past. “Are you okay, Aunt Jamie? Did Mom say something inappropriate again?” she teased.

I gave a sardonic look to my daughter, who might know she was my daughter. “No more than usual, kid.”

If she only knew. Or maybe she already did.…

***

Quick arrangements were made and soon we were off to Saugatuck, a small artist and tourist community on the east side of Lake Michigan. Joel and Annabelle had been there twice and loved the artisan shops and variety of bed and breakfasts throughout the whole community. Where we were staying, we had the entire top floor of a great old house. There was a short hall and two large bedrooms and a shared bathroom with a clawed tub and a large modern walk-in shower.

I was the one who found it, and knowing what Annabelle was seeking knew it would be perfect for what we were hoping to accomplish. Foursomes, threesomes and duets would be easily executed in a romantic setting.

We arrived late afternoon, settled, and did some shopping. Dinner was at a beautiful rustic Italian-style restaurant, Annabelle‘s favorite. The four of us walked back holding hands; all four of us. When we arrived, the owner, Grace, welcomed us back and told us to enjoy our evening, breakfast would be served between eight and nine. I always find it interesting that the owners of these establishments are usually older and must know that the people staying are there mainly for sex. Hopefully, this sweet redheaded woman enjoyed that aspect of her business.

We had not talked about what was going to happen on the drive up, nor even at dinner. It was just understood. On our floor we stood in the hallway for just a moment and Annabelle finally spoke. “I think our room is bigger and the bed looks softer. We’ll see you there in two minutes. Bathrobes only.”

Her husband raised his eyebrows and chuckled. “Someone’s being a bit bossy.”

She grabbed him by the lapel and pulled him down for a wet, sloppy, ridiculous kiss. She let go with a huge pop. “Listen, you hot blonde son of a bitch, I’m the one with cancer and I want to fuck. You think you can handle that?” She grabbed his crotch and he yelped.

“Yes ma’am.”

In our room stripping, Jamie and I giggled at my sister’s demands. Bluntness was one of her most prominent traits and had been a consternation in the past. But, in this moment, it was perfect.

We did not bother to knock stepping into the other bedroom, Jamie closing the door. She was in a beautiful silken floral robe that hugged her gorgeous breasts beautifully, and allowed the bottom of her sumptuous ass to peek out. I was in a simple fluffy blue thing I’ve had for decades. Candles were lit around the room and Joel was already lounged across the bed completely naked in casual invitation.

I looked at him as his erection began to bounce with excitement. “Um, where the fuck is your bathrobe? How come you don’t have to wear one?”

“Host’s privilege,” said a sultry alto voice behind me. We turned to see my stunning naked sister, her hands on her hips that were slightly cocked. Her breasts stood prominent and proud. Her brown wavy hair flowing down her back and shoulders. There was no mistaking the fire in her eyes. My stomach clenched and I caught my breath.

She smiled. “I would say something cheesy like ‘do you like what you see’, but I can tell by the way your robe is being split in two that you do.”

Jamie laughed and put her arms around me from behind and untied my robe. She grabbed my growing cock and stroked it. She kissed under my ear and I almost came. “Come on, baby. Let’s give your sister what she needs.”

My robe dropped to the floor, and I approached her. The four of us had been together before; sometimes beautifully, sometimes awkwardly. Right now none of us wanted to be anywhere else.

Sensing the dynamic of the moment and the need between brother and sister, my wife climbed onto the bed and kissed my brother-in-law deeply. He reached up and began to fondle her fantastic breasts, pinching her brown and pink nipples, something she loved. She showed her appreciation with deep moans into his mouth and fingers tracing down his abdomen.

Annabelle and I were locked in a sensuous hug and kiss. My hard cock flattened between our bellies. Hands were soon exploring backs and butt cheeks. Our mouths never stopped moving - wet, noisy, needy.

Soon she was pulling back and taking hold of my cock. Then she sunk to her knees, something she did not regularly do with me. Her fabulous blowjobs are almost always in a chair or on a bed. I went to stop her, and she literally slapped my hand away.

“Ouch, what the hell,” I mockingly protested

She did not respond; but rather took my generous offering into her mouth. Just as it had been all the way back to that fateful hot summer night, the expertise and intense pleasure brought about by my sister‘s mouth was unparalleled.

Strokes, licks, and nibbles were performed with expertise and a symphony of sexual delight. I was tempted to rub her head in encouragement, even bend over to play with her breasts. But since she just needed to do this for me, I let it happen. I moaned and bent my head up, my eyes closed when she took the entire thing into her throat and tickled my balls with her fingers.

I looked over when I heard a deep moan from my wife and saw that she and Joel had already progressed to 69. I saw her legs wide open, her wet and well-trimmed pussy dripping into his beautiful blonde face. He had a finger dancing up and down her butt crack and circling her anus. She never liked ass play with me, but it seems that the two of them found it quite exciting.

Annabelle’s blow job was phenomenal. And a good five minutes into it, I realized I might blow too early. I knew I could get hard again with this gorgeous woman and my wife in the same room, but I had other plans. This time, I did bend over and pulled her off. She let it pop out with a curious expression, and I soon was literally lifting her up into my arms. She wrapped her legs around my waist and we kissed as my hard cock searched for his home. Shared manipulation ensued and we finally got the head of it lined up. I was soon fucking her while we stood.

Through moans and sighs, she managed to say, “I’m too heavy, baby. This is fantastic, but you should lay me- oh fuck- lay me down!”

I shook my head and bit her on the neck gently. “This is a weekend for bucket list items. I’ve always wanted to fuck you standing up and by God I’m going to.”

She threw her head back, and her left breast slid into my mouth, bodies still gyrating as my cock slid in and out of her searing wetness. Her muscles gripped like a sweet, familiar hand as I slid back and forth.

The damaged breast in my mouth was never something to be turned off by nor even sad about. In fact, she made it a point of offering it anytime we were together intimately. She was reminding me and her that she was still herself.

The bed was rocking now that Jamie and Joel had proceeded to him on top position. Her legs were spread wide, and she was moaning, “Oh Joooel…”

I could tell from the way her thighs were quivering and her mouth was open that orgasm was imminent. I said directly to her from across the room, “Jamie! Come for me, baby. Come on his cock. Let me see what a hot, wonderful wife you are.” She screeched as it began. “Take his cum baby. Let him fill you up.”

She arched and clawed his thrusting ass. Annabelle said softly, “Oh wow.”

This kind of dirty talk had been a long-term build toward acceptance. Over the years, Jamie seemed to accept that this is the way men liked to show affection. It did not hurt that the gorgeous Nordic god that was my brother-in-law liked dirty talk more than I did. The many times they had fucked, I’m sure he had called her names and used intense descriptors.

He did not disappoint. “Yes, Jamie! Take my fucking cum, you hot slut!”

“Ohhh, God! Yessss!”

I hated to admit it, but my back was starting to get a little bit sore. I turned and was able to easily push Annabelle against the wall. She gasped at the surprise, but did not stop moving her hips as I continued to drive upwards. I squeezed my glutes and pushed up with my feet to optimize my length in and out of her.

She grabbed my head and kissed me...