This story is a work of fiction. All those participating in sex are over the age of 18 years.
It is a lengthy chapter with build up before the naughty bits. So if long stories aren't your thing you've been warned. There is anal sex involved in this story.
This is part 2 of my story and is not meant as a stand alone. If you haven't already please read part 1 so your not lost. Please feel free to leave a comment with suggestions to improve. Thanks for reading.
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Revisiting The Past
Fuck...shit...shit, she hates me!
I fucked up.
I enter the house realizing that I've lost Sam. It's not the slap that hurt me, but her reaction when she saw me. Having her violently reject me hurts more than when we said goodbye at the airport. After showering and getting dressed, I go to the hospital. When I arrive, Dad's awake and Mom is sitting beside him looking through a magazine.
"How'd you sleep, baby?" Mom asks me.
"Like a log, Mom. The jet lag left me so worn out, that I fell asleep on the sofa."
"Did you see Samantha?"
I don't want to talk about that, so I pretend I don't hear her, and ask Dad how he's feeling.
"I'm doing better, Paul. I'm alive and breathing, and in time, I'll be up and around. Now, don't ignore your mother and answer her question."
"Yes. This morning at the house," I say sullenly, while rubbing the side of my face. Recalling her tear-filled eyes, breaks my heart all over again.
"It didn't go well?"
"No. Not at all, Mom. I think she hates me."
"I'm...sorry, Paul! I'm afraid it's my fault. I asked her to check on the house, hoping to get you guys talking," Mom says.
With his good hand, Dad grabs mine and says, "Paul, give her time. She's probably shocked and overwhelmed at seeing you. She loves you. Even if she doesn't show it."
"I'm not so sure, Dad."
There are questions bothering me. My parents have made odd remarks about Sam and my relationship. I need to confirm what they suspect, or know.
"Can I ask you guys something? When did you suspect, or know, how I feel about Samantha, or how she loves me? And why aren't you upset?"
Glancing at each other, Dad nods and then Mom responds, "Baby, there wasn't a specific moment. It was a bunch of things. When Sam began dating, we noticed your brooding and jealousy. When we had Ryan over for Thanksgiving, you cried after excusing yourself. Then there's the fact that you never dated, and wanted to be with Sam all the time. I think the kicker was on your eighteenth birthday. Before that, you guys always hung out, but then something happened and she began avoiding you. Finally, there's the day you left. It broke her heart that you weren't around. We've watched her sabotage each and every one of her relationships. On her birthdays, she cried and moped for days after getting your cards and flowers. Do you know she carries a picture of you in the locket you bought for her? She never takes it off."
Listening to Mom makes my heart heavy and I can't hold back my emotions.
"You guys have no idea how hard it was to leave her! But I don't get it. I thought you guys would be upset with me. I don't understand."
"Paul, you and Sam are only siblings because I married your dad. Under different circumstances, the two of you could have met and fallen in love without any hindrances. So, why should we deny you that chance?"
Mom moves to where I'm sitting to comfort me. I lay my head on her shoulder as she wraps her arms around me. At that moment, I realize how much our parents love us, and I love them.
"Does she know that you guys know?" I ask.
"No...I don't think so...we've never talked about it. We figured you guys would work it out. She puts on a brave face, but we see the sadness every time your name is mentioned," Mom says.
Needing to deflect the emotional turmoil of this conversation, I take a deep breath, compose myself, and ask Dad about his recovery.
"The doctors say I'll be good as new in nine to twelve months. With your mom's help, maybe sooner."
"That's good to hear, Dad." It's late. I'm tired and hungry. I stand to leave before telling them goodbye.
Dad grasps my hand, "Paul, don't give up on Sam. She does love you. Try and work things out."
"I hope your right, Dad, because I still love her!"
I reflect on our conversation as I drive back to my parents' house. The turmoil in my heart makes me ill. Mom and Dad know and accept my love for Sam, but she wants nothing to do with me.
Maybe I should just give up this whole dream. Yeah, sure, Mom and Dad say that Sam loves me, but her actions contradict that. Things aren't this complicated with Aimee...maybe...just maybe, I should give up on Sam, and give Aimee and me a chance. I can't deny that we're good together...she loves me and I love her...fuck!
Sam
Today has been emotional for me. This morning, Mom called and asked me to check on the house. When I got there, there was a car in the driveway. I thought it was a neighbor. Inside, the place looked used. Even though Mom's renting a place close to the hospital, she still comes around, so I figured she just didn't have time to straighten up before she went back to the hospital.
As I was locking the door to leave, someone came up the driveway breathing heavily. Turning around, there's a guy bent over, with his hands on his hips, dripping in sweat. When he looks up, I'm stunned. My breath escapes me and my knees get weak. The first thing I notice is his tanned and stubbled face. Then I see his eyes.
It was Paul. Emotions overtook me and I began crying. He said something as I marched toward him, but I didn't hear his words because of my anger. He abandoned me. I slapped him as hard as I could and then ran off.
Once I got home, I had to compose myself. I felt awful for slapping my brother. When I eventually calmed down, conflicting feelings of anger, relief, and happiness overwhelmed me.
As I contemplate Paul being home, I'm determined to get answers or at least a good reason for hurting me. I decide to make him tell me why he ghosted me. Depending on his answer, I may or may not apologize for slapping him. I probably won't. He needs to know how much pain he caused and everything he put me through.
I call the hospital to see if he is there, but Mom tells me he already left. Knowing that he doesn't have anywhere else to go, I grab my keys and head to the house.
When I get there, I unlock the front door and let myself in. Then, I walk to the breakfast nook that opens to the backyard.
I see him.
Like in the past, Paul is kicking soccer balls. I'm amazed at how he's changed. He isn't wearing a shirt and each muscle tenses and moves as he does. His abs are sculpted to perfection. His legs are powerful. As I watch him, my anger melts and my love returns. I haven't felt this way about Paul in a long time, and now I'm being inundated with emotions. I've fought these feelings because we are siblings, but he has been gone so long, I don't know if I can suppress them any longer. In my heart, I know this is why he left. He wanted me to give into my feelings and I couldn't. Now, I'm having second thoughts.
It's not just my love that's awakening, so is my body. There's an ache in my stomach that makes my groin pulse and my pussy moisten. I try to think of something else other than Paul, to keep myself in check, but nothing works. I want him just as much as I know he used to want me. Yes, I want him.
When Paul sees me, he turns and we lock eyes. Entranced in each other, neither of us moves. His Pecs bulge, and biceps tense. I bite my lip.
Paul
I'm in the backyard kicking balls around, trying to keep my mind off of Sam, when I feel like...like I'm being watched! Turning around, I see her. She's leaning against the patio door watching me. My, God! What a vision! In six years, she's gone from being beautiful to drop-dead gorgeous. Kicking the ball away, I walk towards her. We stare through the glass door, her blue eyes hypnotizing me. Then, tears form for both of us. Sliding the door open, I step in and she steps back allowing me space to enter.
"Hi, Sam," I say, preparing for another slap.
"Hi, Paul."
I'm nervous. Funny. Playing in front of thousands never rattles me, but with Sam, I'm trembling.
"Can I hug you, Sam?"
"I think I'd like that, Paul!"
Other than our brief encounter in the driveway, the last time we were this close, I was eighteen. I've grown a lot since then. Towering over her, I bend down and engulf her in my arms. Holding her tight, she sobs into my chest while I gently rock.
Whispering, I say, "I'm so sorry Sam...I never meant to hurt you."
After what feels like hours, I pull back to kiss her cheek. "Do you want to sit? We have a lot to talk about. I'm sure you have just as many questions as I do."
She nods because she is too emotional to talk. I lead her into the kitchen so I can make some coffee. Minutes pass in silence as we sit across from each other.
Finally, I ask, "How have you been?"
Her eyes shoot open. "How have I been? HOW THE FUCK DO YOU THINK I'VE BEEN? My brother, who professed to love me, left the country for six long years, and didn't give a shit about me. Now you pretend to care?"
"Wow! is that what you think? You think I wanted to leave? You think I wanted to spend six years away from the woman I love? Unbearably missing you every day, and crying myself to sleep for months. I was there, instead of being here...with you...in my arms. It sure as hell wasn't easy being half way around the world, wondering who you were in love with; always wishing it was me instead of them."
Staring at me with tears running down her cheeks, her eyes focus on mine. "Then why the hell did you leave me? Why? You ghosted me for six lonely years! Except for some flowers or cards, six years of emptiness! I knew nothing about you, other than the soccer updates Dad gave me, and I missed my brother, my best friend...fuck...uhh--"
"I missed you too, Sam! Shit!" Taking a deep breath, I decide to lay it on the line. "Okay, here it is. You didn't love me the way I loved you. I was jealous of you being with other guys. I would have gotten bitter and resented you. When the opportunity to get an education and play soccer came along, I took it. I needed to get away from you, and hoped the distance would change my feelings. I would have given up everything to have you love me. You're my world. And you crashed it when you rejected me. That's why I left...Jesus don't you see, I had to leave Sam!"
