I held her in my arms as I looked off into the distance. The morning air was cool and still. Not a ripple on the surface of the lake making it appear like a mirror as it reflected the morning sun, casting eerie shadows. Even the newly emerged leaves were still. Birds were silent as they flittered about. The only sound was the sirens far off in the distance.
It had been a wonderful few days. Among the best of our lives. We'd been able to settle our last differences and reconnect in a way many couples only dream about. It was as close to idyllic as possible. Not a cross word spoken. Sometimes a look was all that was needed and the deed was done, whatever the deed was. A caress here or there. A gentle touch.
We'd come here to be alone together. A vacation of sorts to reaffirm our deep love for each other. We sat by the glowing camp fire. We sang silly songs. We shared stories. We shared drinks and snacks. We shared a bed.
We recalled how we got to this point, one that most siblings dare not approach. We'd been intimate for over ten years by this point and not only was it not wearing off, it was getting stronger by the day. We hated being apart when our schedules demanded we be doing other things. Sometimes there were the usual tensions and arguments most families endure, but unlike so many others, we could always get through them.
One late spring evening, it just happened. We fell into an embrace and then into bed. We didn't really know why then and never really figured it out. But we always looked back on it fondly and tried to honor the date. This date. This weekend.
No one knew we were here. No one ever knew when we went off somewhere alone. It was our most closely guarded secret. In public we even fought a bit, but we'd laugh about it later, hoping we were throwing people off our trail. We hoped they never caught on to the fleeting glances of improper familiarity.
