The protective bubble of our aura remained connected until our orgasmic high subsided. Then slowly our psychic bond burns like the final ember of a fire.
"Michael, did you feel it?"
I knew exactly what Katie asked and answered, "We were like one body."
"And, one mind, Michael. It was beautiful."
The future of Michael and Katie is, as yet, unwritten. However, there are avenues of unknown experiences for them to discover. The last word is yet to be written, be patient.
Those were the final lines of the first chapter of "Bad Situation." I encourage you to read that submission before reading this second installment.
As Michael awoke, he was alone in bed and his house quiet. Katie was nowhere inside and her car was gone. He knew she had no classes or work scheduled and became frightened for why she left with no word.
It was a couple hours later that she returned with our parents following her. The stern looks on mom and dad's faces told me that our story was out, to them anyway.
I felt my present world crumble as Katie sat between them and the three stared at me as though I was a criminal. Katie spoke first.
"Michael, I had a splendid weekend with you, you have to know that. I want nothing more than to continue our loving relationship as lovers. I knew that we couldn't tell mom and dad our story together. That's why I snuck off early, to tell them myself."
I sat still and quietly. There were no words I felt able to say or could say that could repair the torn remnants of our family.
"Michael," Katie continued, "I have found the love of my life in you. We cannot separate ourselves from what we became in these past few days and I am here with mom and dad to prove my defiance to them."
With that statement, Katie rose from her place between them, crossed the room, sat next to me, took my hand, and kissed me on the lips. It was a mix of a sisterly kiss and lover's kiss.
Mom and dad slid closer and kissed as Katie and I just did. The tension was still unbearable and hung in the room like a dense fog.
"Neither of you can deny that you are committing incest. Neither of you can ever be just brother and sister again. Neither of you can hide forever behind the veil of the second bedroom being for Katie to visit. I wonder if it ever was for that purpose." Dad's words burned into me hotter than a branding iron.
I tried to retaliate and was quickly cut off. Katie gave me a glance that said, "be quiet." I obeyed her unspoken words.
"Some day you will say something in public that will burst your little bubble and society will shun you worse than lepers. Your cute little dream house will not be your refuge from pointing fingers and staring eyes. You'll have to abandon your home, your town, and probably most of your family."
Mom's words were full of both emotion and reality that I think we knew but were blind to see. I wondered what mom meant by "most of your family."
The meeting ended abruptly as mom and dad rose and left without a word spoken by me.
Katie and I sat motionless and in some state of shock by their swift departure. After a few minutes of silent contemplation, Katie broke the silence. "I need help unloading my car."
"Unloading my car," she said. She must have packed everything she owned because I couldn't see enough room for to even sit to drive. After several trips lugging boxes and clothes on hangers, we were finished with the unloading. I wondered if there was enough closet space for her clothes. We moved the dresser from the second bedroom into our bedroom for all her clothes needing drawers.
"Katie," I began my inquiry, "what did mom and dad mean by abandoning most of our family?"
We sat quietly in the living room as Katie began an answer. "They didn't say much, except that somewhere in the family tree there is another pair like us. I don't know that we will ever know whom. I have classes and work tomorrow, Michael."
I knew her schedule and wondered why she felt she had to remind me. "Katie, I know your schedule, why did you remind me?"
"I'm nervous and maybe a little frightened for us. We could lose everything if I let it slip that I have a lover. I'm on fire and want to scream it to the world."
"You could play coy. People don't need to know who your lover is. For now you should get any personal mail at home." I was being thoughtful and brotherly but failed to realize that someone could follow her here.
"This isn't a busy neighborhood, Michael. Maybe we'll be okay for a few months."
"Katie, I love you, my sister and my life. We will get through this together." I pulled her tightly to me holding her in my embrace. For the first time in my life, I wanted only to hold and comfort my lover not have sex. I think Katie felt it also.
We stayed like that for many minutes. The only sound was our breathing. We were jarred back to our senses by a knock at our door.
Katie jumped in surprise at being disturbed in our moment of understanding. When we answered the door, an aunt and uncle we seldom saw greeted us. Aunt Martha and Uncle Ray didn't come to many family events even though they lived close.
"Children," Aunt Martha began. "You don't have any idea why we are here, but we are here on a special mission, your parents called us."
As if a new circuit was completed, Katie and I understood their mission. Aunt Martha and Uncle Ray are the pair seldom spoken of.
"I see you two made the connection," Uncle Ray began, "we are brother and sister, your dad's siblings. We are imposing ourselves on you today. And we'll be here tomorrow after you both finish your work and Katie's school. We have a motel room so don't think we're staying here."
Aunt Martha began telling their story. "When I was 19, like you Katie, I discovered the man of my dreams. The biggest problem was he lived in the same house as I. I found every way to be near him, touch him, and talk to him. I could have screamed my desire for him."
"What happened during those months were agony," said Uncle Ray. "I didn't know she felt for me what I felt for her. When she began showering attention on me, I was tempted to open up about my feelings. Of course I was afraid she was just being a goofy little sister. She was, still is sometimes."
"How did you break the barrier," asked Katie, her complete attention on our aunt and uncle.
"I don't know if you were a virgin, Katie, I was. One afternoon we were at the local pool swimming. I wore a bikini, not unusual for the time, but not like bikinis of today. We played in the pool splashing and dunking until I once surfaced facing Ray. I made sure I touched him," Aunt Martha paused for effect, "inappropriately."
"I had a hard on for my sister," chimed Uncle Ray, "and she felt it, gripped it tight for more than a brief moment. I came hard in my trunks and in her hand. I was mortified and swam away quickly avoiding her for the rest of the afternoon. I thought it was my fault."
"Later in the evening when we could not avoid each other any longer, I knocked on his door and told him how I felt about him. It was a watershed moment. I mean tears. We both cried holding each other. The next afternoon we planned to go to the pool but never made it." Aunt Martha was smiling in a loving and lustful way that we all recognized.
"Tell your story," Uncle Ray stated.
"We were both virgins," Katie began. "Sunday afternoon, yes, last Sunday, we were home alone and I was in Michael's room teasing him. I had just shorts and a T-shirt on. Our playing got pretty intense. Michael wedged me on the bed under him and took me hard."
"I called it rape and wanted to just die. Then hours later, we were still home alone; Katie came into my room and forced me to listen to her. She explained how much she enjoyed what we did. It hurt she said but she enjoyed it and begged me to do it again. We made love and our orgasms lasted a long time."
Aunt Martha and Uncle Ray said nothing. The silent pause was meant for us to continue.
Katie picked up the story. "Michael had already bought this little house without anyone knowing it. He saved a lot of money for down payments and everything. He brought me here as the first person to see his house. We entered as lovers with me in his arms across the threshold."
"The next day, I told mom and dad that I had a house and would move out in a couple days. The whole family came and I explained the second bedroom for Katie anytime she wanted to visit. I think Katie and I both knew, at that point, the second bedroom was a front."
Now Katie joined the dialogue. "Mom and dad helped Michael get moved and settled. I begged to stay a few days and help him unpack and get comfortable. We did get some unpacking done but we spent almost every moment doing other stuff." Katie blushed a deep crimson red.
Katie continued, "This morning, I made the decision to open to mom and dad, packed everything I own and move in with my lover."
"All in a week time," smiled Uncle Ray.
"Kids these days," laughed Aunt Martha. "Come on kids, dinner is on us."
We went to a local catfish restaurant for great plates of baked catfish, hushpuppy fries, salad, and ice cream. We had to maintain a little civility although Katie and I teased each other under the table. Uncle Ray and Aunt Martha dropped us at home and left for their motel. It was agreed that after work and school tomorrow, we would meet again.
Katie was the pragmatic one when the door closed. "Michael, are you angry that I went behind you and told mom and dad?"
I contemplated my answer and slowly started. "Technically, you are an adult and can make any decision you want." I saw her agitation building. "Coming from you, they probably took it better than from me or from us. As long as I can love you and make love to you, I'm happy. We will have a lot of hurdles to jump."
