Kacee
Chapter One
Have you ever hated anyone? I mean really hated to the point where you could not abide their existence in your life? Not the kind of hate that encourages murder or mayhem, but you just want them out of your life. There was such a person in my life. Unfortunately, that person was my younger sister Kacee. We are fraternal twins, but I am 45 minutes older. Because of those 45 minutes we are unique among twins. Kacee and I were born in different months and years, hard to do, but we did it.
Our relationship was not always so challenging. Growing up we were very close until something happened. I had no idea as to what, but just as we began high school things changed. Suddenly Kacee changed. She began to push me away by actions that poked, prodded, teased, humiliated, and any other way she could get under my skin and provoke a response. Usually that response was me getting angry and lashing out verbally which was exactly what she wanted because then I was the bad guy. A contributor to my discomfort was no matter what she did my parents took her side. Poor little Kacee.
I put up with this through high school and two years beyond while attending community college. After that I had to get away. It was just too much. I was 20 years old and had tolerated her crap for six years. The problem was lack of funds. I did not have the money to pay my way, or the great grades to attend university on scholarship, so I took another path, I enlisted in the Navy. The plan was to serve one hitch and use my GI Bill for education. Things did not work out that way, but more later.
The day I was leaving for recruit training I finally got some partial payback on Kacee and my parents. She shuffled up for a hug, but I looked at her with disgust. "Why would I hug you? Why, after all the torment you have plagued me with would I want to hug you! Get away and don't ever come near me again.! IF THE DAY EVER COMES THAT I SEE YOU AGAIN IT WILL BE TOO SOON! As of this moment you are dead to me."
I turned away and faced my shocked parents. "You are almost as much to blame as her. Every time, and I do mean each and every time and every incident, you sided with her. I was never right, not once. I almost feel as strongly toward you as I do about her. I will be back to visit, but if she ever shows up, I will leave and never return. My advice to you is never tell her I am coming." As I turned away the look on Kacee's face was one of total devastation. I guess at that moment she realized she had pushed me too hard. I almost felt sorry for her, but not enough to wipe the grin off my face as I walked to the plane. That was the last time I saw them for almost two years.
As for the Navy, I liked it. I enjoyed my job and continued to reenlist. I studied hard for advancement and after 15 years had reached the grade of Senior Chief Petty Officer. For those of you who are not in the Navy that is an E8, a senior enlisted person. Iwas on PCS (permanent change of station) orders from San Diego to a new posting in D.C. at the Pentagon. With 30 days of leave and 10 days travel time I planned to spend a few days with the folks, and then move on to look for a place to live. It would be the first time living in my own place.
During the past 15 years I had lived a very reclusive life. Always residing on board ship, or when I had shore duty I lived on base. I saved my money, had few friends, and seldom got involved with women. I'm not gay, I just had neither much time for nor much interest in females. If I needed to get laid, I went first class and never looked back.
Over the years I visited home four or five times never once encountering Kacee. The parents had received and understood my message loud and clear. That was until my latest visit. As I walked toward baggage claim I saw Kacee waiting. My sister is not someone I like, but as a man I can appreciate a good-looking woman, and Kacee is a good-looking woman. Standing a bit over five feet, with dark auburn hair cut about shoulder length, piercing green eyes, a cute nose, lips that begged to be kissed, and with a body any woman should be proud of. Kacee was very attractive, and she was standing 20 feet in front of me.
Kacee had not seen me yet, and while she was looking away, I tried to walk past unseen. Alas, that was not to be. "Kurt, stop right there."
I kept on walking, but she hustled in front of me. She was about to yell, but thought better of it. Instead, she addressed me in a much different tone. "Kurt, please stop and listen to me. Mom and Dad are in quarantine for COVID. It happened this morning and they could not reach you"
At this news I reached for my phone. Sure enough there were two messages from Mom. I kept right on walking, and just as quickly Kacee again positioned herself in front of me. "Please stop. Kurt, please listen to me. I am so sorry for the way I treated you. I had a reason you wouldn't understand, but I was young and stupid. Please, please accept my apology. It's been 15 years. That is a long sentence for being stupid. Can you please accept that I was wrong and let me back into your life?"
Standing there the realization came over me that I was no longer angry with her. I guess fifteen years of maturing allowed me to see things in a different way. "Fine."
"What do you mean fine?"
"What do you want fine to mean?"
"I want it to mean I can hug you and you will not bite my head off. I want it to mean we can be friends again."
"Fine, that is what it means." In a microsecond a beautiful woman was squeezing me in a grip so tight I can only compare it to the muscle contractions of a boa constrictor having an orgasm. My breath was fading fast as I pealed her back from my body. I managed to release her grip then began to walk away.
"Hold it! Where are you going? I thought we were friends again." Pleaded Kacee.
"We are. I have to get my bags and a rental car."
"Ok on the bags, but no rental. I'm your driver."
We exited the airport, picked up some groceries for the folks, visited with them for a while through the back window (they seemed quite glad to see the rift between brother and sister was repaired), and then Kacee drove me to her home. The trip took about 30 minutes covering terrain that began as well plowed fields and rolling hills until we reached steeper climbs that were heavily forested. At last Kacee turned off the road and pulled up to a cattle guard with a swinging gate. She pressed a button on the dashboard and the gate swung open. We passed through and drove on for few minutes.
"I bought this land, 50 acres, about ten years ago. The main attraction was a totally forested block large enough I could carve out a section in the middle and never be disturbed by the outside world. There is no traffic noise, and the only light, other that what I put in, is the sun, moon, and stars."
Just at that moment we entered a clearing containing a beautiful ranch-style house. As we drove closer the garage door opened, and we were quickly grabbing our things and walking inside.
"I designed this house. It is 4 bedrooms, 3 1/2 baths, and it is all mine." We walked into a gourmet kitchen, through a dining room, and down a hall. "That is your room. It has a private bath. Further down are two more bedrooms that share a bath. My suite is on the other side of the den. Also on that side are a mini theater and pool room. Outback is a swimming pool and spa it you're interested in a dip. For right now I suggest you unpack and get cleaned up. I'll fix dinner later."
Travel can tire you out, so I ended taking both a shower and a nap. About two hours later I wandered out to the kitchen to find Kacee starting dinner; meat marinara over pasta, salad, and garlic toast. She was also well into a bottle of red. I poured myself a glass and we began to catch up on our lives.
Dinner done and well into the evening, as well as three bottles of wine, I was drifting in and out as Kacee spoke. I was not that sleepy, but my eyes were heavy, and then I heard words that piqued my interest. "Are you asleep? Yes, I think you are. Now I can tell you my secret." Instantly, I was on full alert, but kept my eyes closed so as to not alert her.
Her voice was a bit slurred, but fully understandable. "I have a secret I've been keeping from you for close to 20 years. Do you want to know why I was so mean to you? It's because I love you. Of course, I love you as a brother, but I mean because I'm in love with you. I couldn't deal with the fact that every boy I dated I compared to you, and they all came up lacking. I was ashamed of myself for falling in love with my brother.
Not only am I in love with you, I'm also very in lust with you. Every time I was around you, I got wet. It was so bad I had to take extra panties with me when we went anyplace. Sometimes, if we were going to be together for a long time, I even took period-pads.
I thought after 15 years I was over you, but that was instantly proved wrong. When I saw you in the airport my knees almost buckled, and I literally flooded my panties. It was like I was 16 again. Kurt, I'm still in love with you, and I don't know what to do."
She said nothing more, and after a few moments I heard what I thought was Kacee collapsing back onto the couch. She was very quite for a long time. I began to question if I had heard wrong and that maybe she had left the room. After several minutes of no sound, she began to snore lightly. I cracked open my eyes to see Kacee had fallen onto her side and was sound asleep. More than normal sleep, it was the kind of sleep that comes with drunkenness.
Next morning Kacee regained consciousness in stages. First, she sensed she was not in her bed then came the bounding pain from her hungover head, and the raspy ache from her blood shot eyes. Gradually she opened those eyes and saw three empty wine bottles with a note sitting in front of them. Kacee eased herself to a sitting position and grasped the note.
Kacee,
In front of you are three wine bottles. Me -- three glasses. You -- all the rest. Please drink the large glass of water sitting on the table and take the four extra strength aspirins. When you feel able go take a shower; it will make you feel better, besides you stink like a wino. I'll be either by the pool or in the media room. We need to talk.