"I spoke to the Regional in Bangor, and they could use another person at the store there."
It was Friday evening and Doug and Connor were closing the store. Everyone else had gone home, so Doug knew it was safe to bring it up.
"Really?" Connor glanced up from the cash drawer he was counting.
"Yeah. They want you to call them if you're serious about it." Doug paused. "Are you?"
"Yeah, I am." Connor nodded. "What did you tell them?"
"Just that you're looking to relocate to that area. That you're an excellent worker and I hate like hell to lose you."
"And Kate? What did you say about her?"
"Nothing. I didn't mention her. What you choose to say, or not, is up to you."
Connor gave him a half-hearted smile.
"Thanks. For not saying anything."
"I told you I wouldn't," Doug reminded him.
"I know."
"When do you plan on leaving? They'll want to know when to expect you."
"A few weeks, I think. I need to go to school and let them know I'll be tranferring."
"How's Kate feel about all of this?"
"She can't wait to leave Bet and Edwin's. Hell, neither can I."
"Deb and I are going to miss you two, you know. But we get it."
Connor felt a lump beginning in his throat. He nodded and turned his attention back to the drawer.
Doug saw the look on Connor's face. He knew it was hard for him to talk about it, so he let it go.
Kate was bent over, digging for something under her bed when her brother walked in. He stood there in silence for a moment, just watching and appreciating the curves of her ass.
"Now there's a sight I don't mind coming home to."
Kate startled, and banged her head on the metal frame of her bed.
"Ow! Connor!"
"Oops. Sorry Kate," he laughed and went over to help her to her feet. "You OK?"
She rubbed the top of her head.
"Yeah. I guess," she grumbled.
"Here, let me look." Connor dug around in her hair for a few seconds. "No blood, I think you'll live." He gave the top of her head a kiss.
"Did you have a good day?" she asked from the circle of his arms.
"Yeah. Pretty good. You?"
"It was OK. Had to go to graduation walk-through. What a pain in the ass."
"I know. I remember my own. What are you doing after? Anything fun?" Connor rubbed his chin on the top of her head.
"Well, there's the Senior All Night Party, but I don't know if I want to go."
"Why not? I went to mine."
"Yeah, but that was back at our old school in Denver. This is just...different. I can't explain it."
"Is it because of Nick? He'll probably be there."
"Maybe a little, but mostly it's because I'm just not close to anyone there, you know?" Hell, she hadn't bonded with anyone in the two years since her parents died.
"All the girls seem nice to me." Connor was baiting her, and she knew it.
"No shit they're all nice to you! Have you looked at yourself in the mirror lately? The only time one of them speaks to me is to ask about you. It's sickening." In spite of herself, Kate started to laugh.
"Ah, but Kate, none of them have the advantage that you have."
"And what's that?" she asked, grinning up at him.
"Me, in your bed!" He released her and flopped down upon it.
"You are so full of yourself, Connor Adrian!" She took a flying leap and landed right on top of him. He caught her with barely more than a grunt.
"Yeah, but you love me anyway, Kathleen Rose."
She grabbed his wrists in her small hands and pinned them above his head. He could have easily pulled away, but he let her have her way.
She lowered her head towards his, whispering,
"I love you so much." And then their lips met and parted. Their kiss was long, sensual, and blatantly possessive.
"I want you Kate," Connor growled when they broke their kiss.
"Then take me."
"No." He shook his head.
"No? Why the hell not?" She frowned down at him.
He wanted to laugh at the disgruntled look on her face, but instead sighed.
"I can't"
"Well, why not?" She sat up and put her hands on her hips. She was sitting on his stomach now, still frowning.
"I'm paralyzed by your beauty, Kate. I'm afraid you'll just have to take me," he shrugged, laced his fingers together, and put them under his head. He let out another exaggerated sigh.
"You just like it when I undress you!" she laughed.
"I'm waiting." Connor began to whistle a mindless tune.
Kate only rolled her eyes, yet hastily went to work removing his clothes. It didn't take her long to rid him of them.
"Eagar today, aren't we?" he laughed as she yanked her shirt over her head and shimmied out of her jeans. She shot her underwear at him like a rubberband, which he found thoroughly amusing.
She climbed back on top of him, but before she could do anything else, Connor stopped her.
"Get a condom out of your nightstand, Kate. Please."
"Do I have to do everything? I hate those things," she grumbled, yet went to do as he asked.
"I'm paralyzed, remember?" he grinned. "Look Kate, when we get settled up in Maine we'll figure something else out, OK? I don't like them either, but they'll have to do for now." He ripped it open and rolled it on.
"Thought you were paralyzed?" Kate asked with a raised brow.
"I'm ready now." He laced his fingers behind his head again.
"Yes, I can see that." Kate didn't bother with any formalities. She straddled his hips and lowered herself onto him. She was already wet and hot for him. He filled her completely.
"Ohhh, Connor," she sighed. Her head rolled back and she began to move.
Connor gazed up at his sister as she rode him. Her eyes were shut and her head was thrown back. Her shapely lips were parted and soon she began to pant, her chest heaving. He reached up and cupped her breasts in his hands. They fit there perfectly, as if they had been made just for him.
When his hand slid down to her pussy, and he used the pad of his thumb to rub her clit, Kate let out a low moan.
"Like that, Kate?"
"Oh yesss, Connorrrr..."
It drove him wild when she purred his name off her tongue that way. He began to buck his hips in time with hers.
"I'm gonna come, Connor," she panted. "Oh, please...yes, yes!" She wanted to shriek as her orgasm consumed her, yet held it in, knowing it wasn't possible. She didn't know who was upstairs.
When Connor felt the muscles in her pussy begin to convulse around him, his own release roared through him. He caught Kate in his arms as she collapsed on top of him.
"Kate," he breathed. "Sweet Kate." He kissed her deeply. "I love you so much."
He raised her hips a little to allow himself to slip out. He didn't want to leave her body, but he couldn't take the chance of some semen leaking into her.
"Love you, too," she murmured into his neck.
"I want to leave here soon, Kate."
"I know Connor. I do, too."
"No regrets?"
"Not a one. You?"
"Not on your life. You're mine forever, Kate." He wrapped his arms tighter around her.
They began to grow sleepy, holding each other that way. Kate's breath was warm on Connor's neck, and it lulled him gently into sleep.
Kate awoke with a start a half hour later. She lifted her head and looked at her clock. Six-thirty. Her stomach rumbled.
She pulled away from Connor quietly, wiping away a little drool on her chin.
"Yuck," she whispered, then spotted the drool running down her brothers' neck. She stifled a giggle and used a tissue to wipe it away. She'd never hear the end of it if Connor caught her drooling all over him.
Kate pulled on an old tee shirt she'd stolen from Connor years ago. It had been his favorite; his Chevy-Heartbeat of America tee shirt. By the time he'd realized who had taken it, it was too late, Kate had washed it with her brand new red sweater and turned it a lovely shade of pink. For years after, though he'd long since gotten over it, Connor swore she'd done it on purpose. Kate swore it had been an accident.
Kate went out to the family room. It had yet to warm back up again and the basement was cold. Their aunt and uncle always turned the heat off by mid-May in the house, regardless of the temperature outside. And regardless of the temperature in the basement. Kate went over and began to lay logs in the fireplace.
The partially open door to the laundry caught Kate's attention as she stood to go find the matches. That was weird. It was always shut. She shrugged to herself and went over and closed it tightly. Maybe her aunt or uncle had forgotten it. Or maybe Connor. She quickly forgot it and went in search of the matches.
Connor emerged shirtless from Kate's room as the fire was beginning to catch hold. He came over and sat next to her on the couch.
"Nice shirt," he snorted.
"Thanks." She grinned up at him.
"Fire feels good."
"You should have something else on besides your underwear. It's cold down here." Her voice held the tone of quiet reprimand.
"Well, if our loving Aunt and Uncle would turn the fucking heat on-"
"Connor," she cut him off gently.
"Sorry, Kate." He grabbed a blanket from the other side of the couch and wrapped it around him, then pulled Kate into his arms and wrapped it around her, too.
They sat that way for a while in comfortable silence, each lost in their own thoughts. Kates' stomach growled again.
"Hungry?" Connor asked.
"I guess."
"Want to go anywhere?"
"Mmm, not really." She shook her head.
"Pizza?"
"Sure. I'll call"
Connor unfolded his arms and watched her get up and walk to the phone. She dialed the number by heart, place the order, twelve inch ham, mushroom, and onion, then returned to him and the warmth of his arms.
