Something was licking my face. Something in that triggered moments of childhood, and I giggled as I turned to shield myself from big wet doggy kisses. That didn’t do much, as soon I was subject to two dogs worth, followed by my sister pouncing on me and hitting every tickle point known to mankind
 

Something was licking my face. Something in that triggered moments of childhood, and I giggled as I turned to shield myself from big wet doggy kisses. That didn’t do much, as soon I was subject to two dogs worth, followed by my sister pouncing on me and hitting every tickle point known to mankind

She quickly dragged me out onto the patio, me faking my best at kicking and screaming all the way. I was actually looking forward to a dip in the morning, but I received the second shock of the morning when she tripped me!! I fell over her hip and Splooosh!!!!

Straight into the deep end of the pool, which I have to tell you was bloody fucking cold in early March! I decided that some sort of totally horrible revenge was due as I surfaced, spluttering and striking out for the edge of the pool. She shrieked and ran, but not very hard and I soon overtook her, trying my best to throw her by main force into the pool ion turn.

Very quickly I discovered that even though I was the same height as her, she outmassed me by quite a bit, as she reversed my throw and tossed me into the pool again! She bowed in my direction with a mocking grin on her face and proceeded to cannonball into the pool not a foot from me, yanking me under by my ankle as I spluttered from the tsunami she threw into me my face. We wrestled under the water for what seemed to be at least a minute, both of us trying holds and reverses on the other.

To someone watching from above, someone who had never seen my sister and I spar, it probably would have looked like we were trying to kill each other. In truth, the reason we surfaced when we did was because we were both in danger of drowning by giggle. A moment on the surface, and we were both back under trying valiantly to reach tickle points on the other, failing more often than not, but turning the surface of the pool into a froth of churning bubbles.

We finally surfaced, both of us laughing uncontrollably. I looked up and met a pair of deep blue eyes holding a smile for me and a glance over showed me Eric, staring out blindly, straight into my sister’s steely grey gaze. At that moment, I could have sworn that he saw her just as well as I did.

I will never say a bad word about my brother in law. In truth, he is one of the best men I have ever known. I hold him in high esteem, just as who he his, but his crowning glory is the fact that my sister found him fit to marry and father her child. He has been as faithful to her as it is possible for any human to be. I might disagree with some of his beliefs, but I can never fault the man who lived by them. They have raised two boys about as well as possible, and are in the process of becoming the perfect grandparents.

How could I not approve? When his minister did not approve, he insisted that I be the one to give away my sister at the altar in lieu of my father. He forced acceptance of gay rights onto the church in that reactionary congregation in North Carolina and fought for the ordination of female ministers. I will say this, when my brother in law gets a notion in his head that something is right, he will fight until his dying breath to make everyone around him accept it, be it by logic, ecumenical argument, or just plain force of will.

When the time came, he forced a change in the leadership of his branch of the Church of Christ, and personally performed the marriage ceremony for Charlie and I, in defiance of the local minister. I managed to hold back the tears of joy until after the ceremony, but when the time came, I simply hugged him and cried. It was so good to know that his love for all overcame the prejudice he had been born into that I could no longer contain myself. Did I mention that he is one of the best men I had ever known?

Anyway, my sister and I were both helped out of the pool by our respective spouses, to the accompaniment of much giggling. The ever attentive Eric had a huge beach towel spread out for Sarah to snuggle into, while I had to settle for snuggling in one of the lounge chairs with my enchanting little hottie of a lover. She had a towel too, but was content to spread it over both of us as we kissed in the frigid furniture. We fell asleep that way, tangled up in each other.

It could have been a minute later, but my stomach was telling me that it was an eternity as my sister wafted a plate of flapjacks under my nose, playfully holding it just out of reach. I could smell the rich flavor of buttermilk pancakes, the sweet blast of syrup and the tang of real butter. You know the old cartoons where the character levitates out of bed, and follows the scent of food? I could have been that cartoon at that moment, trailing along behind the plate with Charlie still attached to me, her cute little nose twitching at the scent of food but still entrapped in the arms of morpheus.

I’m pretty sure it wasn’t the healthiest breakfast of all time, but Charlie and I both showed our approval by scarfing down as much as we could possibly hold and that was quite a lot! They had told us that one of the side effects of the change was extreme hunger, but this went a little beyond extreme. The joke about eating a horse hadn’t been entirely in jest, as I swear I could have literally done so!

At about the same time, Charlie and I realized that we were both uncomfortably full. I mean really, seriously, patting our bulging tummies and belching worth of uncomfortably full. We tried to be polite as we dragged each other to the guest bedroom, not even noticing that it had been set up as a honeymoon suite kind of thing. My last thought as we snuggled up to each other was “Poor sis, she really doesn’t have a clue….”

I dreamed then, dreams in diametric opposition. Some of them were horrific, some of them were beatific, some of them just plain strange. Through all of them, there was one constant. Charlie, the love of my life, the only one I had ever truly cared for. Either she was clutching me or I was clutching her, but one of us had hold of the other at all times, and it was the best feeling it was possible to feel.

I awoke to a very strange feeling. Someone was exploring my nether regions, tickling parts of me that I had never had before. I gasped in pleasure as her thumb brushed across a very sensitive part of me and moaned as I felt a finger slid up into me in a place I had never had before.

I couldn’t help but squeal as another finger joined the first and quickly brought me to a towering, butt clenching, humping orgasm like nothing I had ever felt before. I’m pretty sure I squeaked as I came, an uncontrollable torrent of pleasure lighting my every nerve ending. I swear I came in my toes!

That was just too much for me to handle. I mean, I hadn’t had an orgasm in more than 15 years! As if that wasn’t enough, I soon felt the onset of another, then another! I couldn’t keep up, and though I tried my best to reciprocate, to give my love an orgasm to match my own, I was just drowned in sensation and pleasure, unable to really do anything other than just lie there and take it. I went to sleep again that way, Charlie whispering in my ear. “I looove you!!”

So it was basically a month of honeymoon after that, Charlie and I taking every chance we could to explore each other. We stayed at my sister’s house for about a week, then left to go on a whirlwind tour of the world. The signing bonus we both got had us positively swimming in liquid funds so money wasn’t an issue. We went to all the places we found truly interesting, almost none of which were the typical tourist destinations.

I had arranged an open card for Sarah and Eric, and they had the run of the planet for themselves. I’m sure they enjoyed it, but I couldn’t help wishing that Eric could actually see the places they went. There was just kind of an emotional downer knowing that he was going to all of the places he had ever wanted to go and still being unable to truly see them. All the same, I was happy that I got to do something like that for my sister. She never really said it, but I knew it meant a lot to her.

All too soon, it was time to go in and report for training. I knew full well that it might be the last time I saw my sister, and our goodbyes were filled with tears.