A Long Time Coming Ch 06 1

*Simone*

I woke up with a need, and I was so very grateful that the answer to that need was right there in my bed next to me. My twin brother Robbie was as naked as I was and was sporting the infamous morning wood that eighteen year old guys are known for.

They say that men are more visually driven than women. I certainly liked the way Robbie looked at me when I'd present my body to him, whether clothed or naked. It's not boasting too much to say I had a figure that killed in the Stage Bitch bustier I wore for gigs.

Meanwhile I enjoyed looking at Robbie just as much. He swam a lot because he enjoyed swimming for it's own sake after his competitive high school career. It showed in his shaped but not bulky muscles. His abs were totally ripped and I ran my fingers down them, bump, bump, bump.

Robbie was a definite catch, classically handsome and keenly intelligent. Not just book smart but quick thinking as well. There was no one I would want more with me in an emergency.

He had dated several girls in the past, but they all failed to understand the really important thing about him. Robbie had always embodied the adage "Still waters run deep". Even as a little kid his emotions didn't readily show, at least not to the degree most everyone else's did. He was attentive and considerate, but emoting didn't come easily to him and people mistook it for coldness.

Somehow he was always able to take whatever crap people threw unthinkingly at him and keep going out into the world. It was never a shell for him, just strength and courage to carry on. He always had me and Mom to unload to, and when he did it made me admire him more.

I ran my hand past his erection and down his thigh. He didn't wake up, but I still caught a twitch of a smile. I smiled because it was the small area of tan line on him that showed we originally had the same skin tone.

Robbie was handsome, smart, a kind soul, my brother, and he thought the world of me too.

I took his dick in my hand and then in my mouth. He was a little funky with my dried juices from the night before, but it was just a reminder of the pleasures we had shared. I bobbed up and down, twisting my tongue around to reach every surface of him I could. I hummed in delight at the taste of the two of us together.

"Ahhh! I'll give you until sunset to stop doing that," said Robbie.

I took my lips off of him and slid myself along his body until I could rub my pussy against his cock. The friction of my breasts against his skin made me shiver.

"I would love to play all day, but Lynne is coming to pick me up for class in an hour," I said.

Robbie reached up and ran his fingertips along my jaw.

"There is something else, isn't there?" he asked.

Like I said, Robbie only appears cold.

"I was having dreams about Mom's and Grammy's stories. I can't imagine being apart from you for twenty-three years. I would rather be like Grammy and run away with you and leave everything else behind."

"I would never ask that of you," Robbie said, "you belong on the stage, rocking thousands of people at a time. And I'm not going anywhere."

"I'm so glad Mom accepts us, and we don't have to choose. As if we needed another reason to love her."

I only felt a little guilty, sitting astride Robbie while getting even more turned on remembering secretly masturbating along with Mom as she was putting on a show for Uncle David via the backyard security camera. It had taken all my willpower not to rush out there and throw myself between her legs and make her come on my mouth.

I had shown Robbie the video and asked him to rub me down in mimicry of Mom. I knew it would be the closest we would come to the threesome I had imagined as the perfect Plan Z outcome.

Now it was the next morning, and I had Robbie right where I wanted him. I moved up to kiss him, his hands went to my lower cheeks. I reached between us and angled his cock up to meet me as I slid back down onto him. As always I lost myself in his dark brown eyes as we made our connection. For all of his nearly unshakable composure, in those moments I saw his need to be vulnerable and accepted.

I sat up and ground my hips into his. He fit into me so well and I used his manhood to chase and scratch the itches that drove my need.

His hands shifted up my back and were about to come around to my breasts when I caught them. I laced my fingers with his and held his hands outward, away and using them for more leverage.

"Not this time," I breathed, "no cheating."

"Me cheating or you cheating? You're not leaving me much to do."

"Mmmhmmm. I want to be better at working you with my body. And you seem to really like it when I squeeze you," I clenched my Kegels as hard as I could as I rose up his length, "when I come."

"Oh, damn," Robbie moaned. "I like it very much when you do."

"So I want to make you happy by getting my orgasm and letting you feel every last spasm and twitch your beautiful cock inspires."

"Let me go and I'll get you there two or three times."

I gave him a roll of my hips and tried to do a ripple of my abs like I saw on a video of belly dancers. That felt wonderful with Robbie in me to his hilt.

"Lovely offer, but I'm enjoying being in control right now."

I spread his arms out wide and bent over him. My tits brushed against his chest and I shivered yet again at the friction.

An idea occurred to me then. I hunched my back to where I could run the tip of my tongue over his nipple.

He gasped and shivered just as I had a moment before.

"Looks like you are my twin after all," I teased. I put a big lick over his nipple and his back arched.

"Oh, shit!" he moaned through gritted teeth. He bucked his hips up to drive even deeper into me and his hands tried to break free of my grip. "Keep that up and you won't be coming first."

I decided to stop playing around and released his hands. Both of us grabbed into the other's chest. I couldn't tell who was mimicking whom but it was as if teasing Robbie's nipples caused sensations in mine. I could tell that the new sensations were bringing Robbie's orgasm as quickly as mine.

Quickly became imminently, and my pussy lead the rest of my body into a protracted rictus of pleasure.

Robbie's face looked downright pained. A moment of concern broke through the bliss until my body unlocked into shaking. My breath went out in a guttural moan vibrated by every muscle in my core singing it's own tune.

With a wordless cry Robbie released himself into me. He clapped his hands onto my hips and his back arched to try to get even deeper into me.

I finally collapsed onto him and hugged him as best I could while the tremors slowly faded. He wrapped his arms around me. He was still trembling as well.

"Every time I think it can't get any better," he said. He didn't finish the thought, but he didn't have to.

I put little kisses on his chest, too wrung out to crawl the few inches to his mouth.

"Oh yeah," I whispered. Unfortunately it was time for reality to intrude. "We need to get up and start acting like adults again."

"I think this was very adult."

I chuckled at that.

"Responsible adults."

"Darn," he said, and put a kiss on the top of my head.

I was getting out of bed to find my bathrobe when my eyes fell on my computer. There was something I needed to do.

"Robbie?"

He looked up, and I gave him the singular "come over here" nod as I turned toward the computer. He stepped up beside me. I grabbed the mouse, clicked the file of the video of Mom, dragged it to the Recycle Bin, and deleted it.

"You were right," I said, "it wasn't for us."

Robbie embraced me from behind and I sighed. I might not have had all that I wanted, but I had all that I needed.

He gave me a kiss on the cheek.

"That was the right thing," he said.

"I know, but it's not like it isn't seared in my memory."

"If Lynne is driving you know she won't be late, so you better get a move on."

I twisted to put a kiss on his cheek.

"Right again," I said, "better to shower alone for the sake of timeliness."

Robbie did the gentlemanly thing and yielded the shower to me, and I was ladylike in keeping it short. We swapped shower and sink with only a few seconds of kissing in the process.

I finished my cosmetics routine in my room. It included a lot of sunscreen and dark yet lightly applied touches to my eyes and lips. I went with black tights under a short skirt and a long sleeved white frilled shirt under a black corset.

There was enough time for a cup of coffee and a slice of the leftover pizza for breakfast. I heard music coming from Mom's office. I chuckled a little when I recognized a song from her Our Songs playlist.

I walked to her doorway and stuck my head inside.

"Morning, Mom."

"Morning, Sweetie." She was at her desk but didn't have her computer open. Instead she was looking through a small box that was covered in a pattern meant to blend with the decor. I remembered seeing it on a shelf in her office since I was a kid, but I could never recall it having ever been moved.

"What you got there?" I asked.

"Old letters I had received from David during his deployments. A few days ago I remembered a picture he had sent me and I want to make sure I still have it. Aha!"

Now I had to see. I moved around her desk to look over her shoulder at the photo she found. There were eight young guys in the pic, all of them shirtless and dusty and wearing sunglasses. I was going to ask which one was Uncle David but a closer look made it obvious.

"Wow, he looks like someone combined Robbie with a brick wall."

Mom chuckled.

"David was always a big guy. He played football in high school."

"Pops beat

him

in a fight?" I immediately regretted bringing that up. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have mentioned that."

"No, that's okay. The Army bulked him up some. David wrote that often there wasn't anything to do other than lift weights. And by the time you can picture your grandfather he had been in management for nearly ten years after a lifetime of blue collar work. That night they were pretty evenly matched but Dad had experience. He didn't get out of it without a black eye and a bloody nose though."

Without thinking about it I knelt down beside her chair and wrapped her in a hug.

"I am so sorry you had to go through that. I can't imagine what it would be like to have Robbie ripped away from me for years that way."

Mom hugged me back and put a kiss on the top of my head. I hadn't realized that I had wrapped myself around her the way I had as a child when my shyness would become overwhelming, with my head tucked up under her chin. Mom set a hand to stroking the hair behind my ear.

"What happened happened. I took a bit of time over the past few days to mourn the time I didn't have with him. But listen," she put her other fingertips under my chin to guide my eyes up to hers, "it was a good trade so that I could meet the two most wonderful people ever."

I just wanted to fall into her eyes forever, just fall upward into them until our lips met. I tried to put my one wish through that eye contact, "

Please want me the way I want you!

"

"Is there something on your mind, Sweetie?" she asked. I felt a surge of hope so strong that doubt in my senses came rushing in behind it. Was her voice a little breathier? Did I see her pupils dilate? Or was it wishful thinking? I had to decide.

And then the fucking doorbell rang. Lynne and her perpetual punctuality.

I closed my eyes and rose to my feet. Whatever spell I was under was broken, and I couldn't bring myself to look at Mom.

"That must be Lynne," I said. I made my way to get my book bag. "I need to get to class, I'll talk to you later."

I thought I heard Mom say something, but right then I needed space.

I opened the front door to the petite ball of energy that was my best friend since elementary school. Back then she was tiny and fit under Robbie's protection as well as I did. Even at eighteen she only broke five feet in the right shoes and weighed a hundred pounds soaking wet.

"Hey, Simone," she said, closing in for a quick greeting hug. "Mind if I come in real quick? I'd like to say hi to your Mom."

"Of course." She was by me before I even closed my mouth.

Lynne looked into the office and spotted Mom.

"Hi, Mrs. B. I'm sorry I didn't get a chance to offer my condolences before you had to leave. How are you holding up?"

"Thank you, dear. I'm doing alright."

"Hug?"

"Of course," Mom said with a fond smile. She stood up and Lynne met her behind the desk. It was a quick hug, but long enough for Mom to glance down at Lynne and then a probing look to me.

I understood what she was thinking and I didn't see a way of getting around it.

Lynne stepped back from the hug but caught onto Mom's hands.

"I know I've thanked you a thousand times already for being there for me after my Mom passed, but especially now if there is anything I can help you with just say the word."

"Thank you, Lynne." Mom looked so genuinely touched that the concern she had was set aside for just a moment.

Lynne was turning to come back around the desk when she spotted the picture sitting on it. Robbie sometimes compared me to Sherlock Holmes, but my skill focused on reading people. Lynne is the go-to for spotting the importance of

things

around her. That was why I turned to her to help with the clean up just before Mom got home. I think that the way we complemented and taught each other was why we had bonded so quickly as little kids, and our music cemented it.

"Ooh, hunky Army boys!" she exclaimed spotting the picture on the desk and hovered a finger above its surface. "Who is that?"

Mom didn't bother to look down, she had become familiar enough with how Lynne thought.

"That's my brother David, back in his first deployment to Afghanistan."

"He's like someone ordered a double-beef Robbie."

It was an apt description and should have tickled some funny bones, but the reference to Robbie brought both Mom and me back to the five foot tall elephant in the room.

Lynne looked up and immediately picked up on the tension. She looked back and forth between Mom and me trying to crack the communication between the two of us.

"Is something going on?" she asked.

Mom looked straight at me and left me to break the jam. So I spoke out into the air between them, addressing neither so that I was speaking to both.

"She knows all about me and Robbie."

"Oh, damn," Mom said in a heavy sigh. She slumped back down into her chair. She waved at the two client chairs meaning she wanted us to sit. It was going to be a conversation.

For her part, Lynne looked first to me. I let the the corner of my mouth on her side hint at a smile, and a slight nod of my head that between us meant, "Things are OK, talk later".

Then she looked at Mom and took in her composure. When Lynne went to sit she wasn't worst-possible-scenario tense.

"I suppose," began Mom, "that I should have remembered that this family is essentially bigger than me, Robbie, and Simone. That you would inevitably be part of the equation as well, Lynne."

"If it matters at all," said Lynne, "I didn't find out because either of them told me or they were being careless." She looked to me. Her glance asked "How much have you told her?"

"All of it." I looked back.

"Alright, then it was the day after the graduation party that I could tell that Simone had fallen for someone. Honestly it kind of pissed me off that she denied it at first and then refused to tell me who he was. I was here a couple of days later and it was the first time I saw them together under their new circumstances. I wouldn't have seen it if it wasn't for what I learned from Simone over the years."

"Using what I taught her against me," I muttered.

"Now you know how the rest of us feel," said Mom.

"Anyway," continued Lynne, "Simone was doing some otherwise well-restrained mooning over Robbie. I doubted myself at first until I studied Robbie. There was more smitten affection breaking through than I had ever seen on him before, even that time he was talking up how great Monica was."

"Yuck," I muttered.

"I'm finally seeing that mooning over Robbie," said Mom.

"And I've been seeing yours too, Mom," I thought.

"Right, so there I was absolutely thunderstruck that my brother-and-sister best friends were falling for each other so hard that Simone didn't even notice I was sitting there thunderstruck. My mind was racing, trying to figure out how to feel or what to say about it. I knew that Monica had decided a couple days before to go off and join the sorority of bitches who couldn't appreciate how great a guy Robbie is. I knew it would take someone with Simone's insight to appreciate him properly. Then I thought that if anyone deserved to have a guy as great as Robbie it would have to be Simone. Right then I decided that if they were doing what I thought they were doing then I would guard their secret to the grave."

"That was

if

however," said Mom.

"True, that's why I took a chance and said, 'I swear, if there is going to be more yearning going on around here I'm going to start calling you Heathcliff and Catherine.' You should have seen the guilty looks on their faces."

Despite her efforts to be serious, Mom couldn't keep from laughing at that.

"Couldn't have been much different from when I told them I knew."

"May I ask how that happened?"

"Robbie and I went skinny dipping after the party and forgot about the backyard security camera," I said.

"Oof!" said Lynne. An uncomfortable silence fell over the conversation.

"So what does this mean going forward?" asked Lynne.

"For reasons that shall not be discussed further," said Mom giving me a glare that said this was a line not to be crossed, "I am allowing Robbie and Simone to continue their relationship. They know it will be kept strictly within this house. Outside there is to be zero displays of affection inappropriate for a brother and sister. I am asking you, Lynne, to understand how important this rule is, and how the futures of my children rely on your discretion."

Lynne drew herself up into the regal posture she had learned through years of piano recitals. As also happened at those performances and our gigs with the band, she projected a presence far greater than her petite frame implied.

"Mrs. B...," she started

"Dana," interrupted Mom, "you are privy to the most intimate secret of this family, for this at least I'm coming to you as an equal."

"Dana," said Lynne as if Mom's name felt strange in her mouth, "For my love of Robbie and Simone I have already made that promise. I will add my love for you to it. You have been there for me when I needed a mom more times than I can count. I, Lynne Chen, pledge myself to House Bowman and swear to keep its secrets."

Mom got up and opened her arms.

"Thank you, Lynne."

Lynne got up as well, but grabbed my hand and pulled me along. The hug turned into a group affair, and I knew that I was going to have to redo my eyeliner on the way to class.

From the middle of the hug Lynne said, "Can we workshop that 'House Bowman' part? Your ex doesn't deserve that honor."

"No he does not," I agreed. We broke the hug.

"We really need to get going," said Lynne.

"Drive safe. Better to skip and bum notes if you need to," said Mom, settling into her chair.

"Will do. Bye Mrs. B."

I got my bag off the floor and grabbed my parasol from beside the door. Lynne and I walked close in its shade to her car.

"She's really okay with you and Robbie?" she asked under her breath.

"She is," I said.

"Did you guys actually pull off Plan Z?"

"No, it wasn't that."

Lynne sighed dramatically.

"Now that's disappointing, I had a nice spot picked out for your mom in my naked Bowman cuddle pile, although now that I say it that name can stand to be changed too."