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This work of fiction is tagged as Incest/Taboo and describes sexual activity between siblings who are 18 or older. If that type of story is not for you, try one of my others.
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As the name implies, there might be a small amount of cross-dressing in here. That will not be the focus of the story.
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~~~ Wake ~~~
I stood, hand-in-hand, with my sister and my girlfriend, waiting our turn to talk to Nadine, my ex. I didn't want to be here - not at all. Jessi had told me that I had to come. When mom told me that she and dad were coming, and bringing my younger siblings, I knew it was a lost cause. Bridget held dad's hand; Rodney held mom's. I dreaded this. What was I supposed to say? The last time I had seen Nadine's mom and dad, we had still been dating. I wanted to throw up. Jessi and Kit (well, Kat) squeezed my sweaty hands for the thousandth time - no doubt trying to lend me courage. Either that, or they could see I was thinking about throwing up and were trying to distract me.
~~~ Nadine ~~~
The four of us sat in Nadine's front room. She was on the couch, Jessi was in the recliner, I was on the coffee table and Kat was on Nadine's left.
"Please promise that you'll hear me out, Nadine said, "and not make a decision until I've answered all of your questions."
"We promise," Jessi said, nudging my knee with her foot.
"Promise," I agreed, quietly - not really of my own volition.
Nadine cleared her throat - and then hesitated. A gasping sigh ran through her - as if she'd just gotten done crying. I tried to look at her eyes; they were pointed at the floor.
"His name was Jerry," she said. "It was only that one night. Up until he came inside of me, I was convinced that he was everything that I thought I'd been missing with you," Nadine said, sob-sighing again. "As soon as he climaxed, I discovered how little I meant - and how much of a sham everything had been. The cards, the notes, the flowers - everything was just to get me to agree to fuck him. I never even came. It didn't matter to him; he just assumed he could keep buying things and I'd spread my legs for him. His words weren't that blunt - or crass - but I could tell. When I wouldn't fuck him again after that, the house of cards collapsed within a day or two."
The rest of us sat, waiting.
"By then, I was sure you," Nadine looked at Jessi, "had either poisoned Jake against me - or you two were fucking." She looked at Kat, and said, "... and then you showed up."
"I ..." I began.
She held up a finger and said, "You promised."
It was the pain in her eyes that stilled my tongue. I nodded.
She turned to face me directly.
"I took you for granted," she said. "I realize, now, what I've lost. My first request is that you will forgive me - first for doubting that you cared for me - and second - for throwing that away - for running to another man."
I wasn't sure what to do.
Jessi leaned forward and grabbed our hands and put them together. I looked up at her and she nodded her head towards Nadine.
I coughed, to clear my throat, and said, "You're forgiven."
Nadine pulled her hand back, covered her face with both of them, and began sobbing.
Kat and Jessi each grabbed my hands - and pulled - propelling me out of my seat and onto my feet - putting me off-balance - and sending me towards my ex-girlfriend. I turned and sat on the couch next to her. When I looked at my sister, she nodded her head at Nadine again. I looked at Kat and she nodded her head in agreement. I put an arm around her.
Nadine immediately curled into my side. Her hands still covering her face - as sobs continued to escape her body. Convulsions wracked her frame as she snuggled into me and cried.
I held her until she stopped.
"Sorry," she said. "I'm a fucking mess."
Up to that point, I had still been worried about defending me - about keeping my relationship with my lovers a secret. The two of them were trying to tell me to pay attention to Nadine - my ex - but I hadn't been listening. I was still only focused on me. I realized she needed me more than I needed to justify myself.
I hooked my right hand around her left knee and pulled - until she was straddling my lap, facing me. I grabbed her hips and ass and pulled her closer.
She threaded her hands through my arms and around my ribs - and clung to me. She was sobbing again.
"Hey," I called to her between sobs - pushing her hair out of her eyes. "Beautiful."
For a few seconds, she just seemed to cry harder. Finally, the tumult receded. She sat up, looked into my eyes, and said, "God, I've missed that."
"Hey," I said.
"Hey," she responded, a smile trying to creep in - before her brain smashed it and the tears were flowing once more.
Her chin trembled - and the trembling moved to her lips.
I leaned forward and pressed my lips to hers.
"Jacob!" she gasped - grabbing the back of my shirt and pulling herself into me again.
At least she wasn't crying anymore - well - she wasn't sobbing. There were still streams of tears running down her face. Her hands had left my sides and were now holding my face - as she kissed me - over and over again - as if she would die if she stopped.
"It's all right," I said, pulling her tightly against me.
"It's not!" she gasped. "First, I lost you and now I've lost mom and dad!"
"It's okay," I assured her again - not really sure how it could be.
Another shuddering-sigh wracked her body and she leaned back to look into my face. I sat there as she examined every feature - my eyes, my nose, my mouth ...
"I will do anything," she said, "anything - to be a part of your life again. I need you. I knew I screwed up before mom and dad were killed - I just didn't know how to tell you. But now - now - I'm desperate. You don't know how much it meant to me when you came to the wake."
"I didn't want to. Kat and Jessi made me."
She looked like I had slapped her. "I'm sorry," she said, climbing to her feet.
"Nadine!" I yelled.
"What?" she asked quietly, staring at the floor. Her arms hung limply at her sides.
"I'm a fucking mess," I told her - stealing her line from before.
She snort-laughed and said, "No. I'm a fucking mess."
I pulled her back onto my lap - straddling my legs once more. I wrapped my arms around her.
"I didn't NOT want to come to the wake because I was mad at you. I mean ... I WAS mad at you - before - but that's not why. I didn't want to come because I didn't know what to say."
"You didn't have to say anything. When I saw your family - and then you and Jessi - I can't tell you what a burden that took off of me. I was sure you still hated me."
"I never hated you," I told her.
"You said you were mad," she replied.
"I WAS mad. I was SO mad."
"You had a right to be," she said, quietly.
"... but I don't hate you. I NEVER did. I couldn't."
"I broke your trust - and then lied to you - and then got defensive and belligerent when you confronted me - rather than doing what I should have done and begged for forgiveness before you replaced me."
"I didn't replace you - I just found somebody else to fuck," I told her.
"Same thing," she sighed.
"It's not," I assured her.
"What's that mean?" she asked.
"It means there's still a part of me that belongs to you."
"Still?"
"It's kinda fucked up right now," I said.
She snort-laughed - which turned into a hiccup-sob.
"I need to ask you a question but I have to do it carefully," I told her.
"Okay," she said, looking directly into my eyes.
I thought for a second.
"First," I asked, "why are we here?"
"I don't have anybody anymore," Nadine said. "I was going to beg you to live here just so I don't have to be alone. I'm not asking for anything else. I needed to know you could forgive me. Other than that, I just need somebody to live here - somebody I trust. Right now, you and your family are the only ones in that circle. I just need your presence - to keep me from feeling haunted." She looked to her left and right and said, "You and whoever you want. I'll just be a housemate. Okay? I know you guys are living at your parents' house right now. I'm sure it's awkward for your mom."
I took her cheeks in my hands and smiled as I looked into her face.
"Are you still stalking me?"
"I fucked up, Jake. You were the best thing that ever happened to me and I fucked it up. I can't stop thinking about you, wondering what you're doing, who you're with, what you're eating. I'm obsessed with you."
"If I live here, are you going to try to run my life?"
"You have no idea how quiet it is in this house. I sleep with all of the lights on. I still imagine my parents walking around. If you won't live here, I'm going to have to sell the house and move - and I don't know where - or how."
"You're asking us to change some pretty big things," Jessi said, speaking up.
"I understand that," Nadine told her, climbing off of my lap to sit between Kat and me once more.
Jessi just looked at her. I was pretty sure my older sister was trying to figure out how to ask the next question.
Nadine looked back and forth between Kat and Jessi. She moved to sit on the coffee table and motioned for Jessi to sit next to me.
I scooted over to sit by Kat and Jessi dropped in on my right.
"Look," Nadine said. "I realize this is a big ask. You three don't need me. I need YOU - or at least Jake. I realize that's more than I can ask because I no longer have a relationship with him - so I'm appealing to you two as much as him."
"You'd let all three of us move in here?" Jessi asked.
"Yes. The house is paid for. Mom and dad's life insurance should cover everything while I get through college. It doesn't have to be forever - you guys living here - just three or four years - that's all I'm asking for. Let me get used to being by myself. Live here until you're finished with college and have good jobs and then we can all go our separate ways."
"Do you want to fuck Jake?" Jessi asked her.
"No. I just don't want to live here by myself."
"Get a roommate," Jessi suggested.
I ..."
Jessi let her struggle for a few seconds before she asked again, "Do you want to fuck Jake?"
Nadine's eyes shot from Jessi's to mine to Kat's and back to Jessi's.
"Yes," she admitted, looking at the floor again.
"Are you willing to share?"
