“In a heartbeat, Liv; I’ll take any job, deliver newspapers, mop floors, anything, if it means I never see you cry again. I was wrong, and cruel, to yank you away from your friends, your life, your home, and everything you know, so we’ll go home, get ourselves right again, and worry about jobs, and careers, and mortgages later.”
Olivia stroked his face, smiling gently, and tapped him lightly on the end of his nose.
“You really mean that, don’t you, baby?” Livvie smiled, her eyes big and luminous, sparkling in the lamplight at his nod. “That’s all I needed to hear, but it’s OK; you don’t need to do that, Ry; it’s enough that I know you would if I asked. Keep your job baby, I know you love it, and they need you; just remember you have a family, and they need you even more.”
Ryan hugged her close, enjoying the warmth of her skin against his, the feel of her fingers stroking his back as they hugged, the scent and texture of her hair, so thick and heavy-looking with an almost oily lustre, but in reality fine and soft and silky, that closeness from before sparking through them once again. When she turned to spoon into him, he wrapped his arm around her, his hand automatically cupping her breast. Livvie sighed and wriggled against him, giggling as she felt him twitch in response against her plush buttocks.
There was one final thing, one thing Livvie had to know.
“Ry, who was she?” she whispered. “Who was that girl?”
Ryan smiled as he nuzzled the back of her neck.
“Let me see, now; she was ‘a friend of a friend of a friend’ of a friend of ours, that’s all I know, that’s all I needed to know. This… friend of ours worked out what was going on between us, and suggested this way of fixing it; I think she did a spark-up job of getting us back to where we should have been.”
Livvie lay silent, something else obviously on her mind.
“Ry, did you and… her… er… you know…?”
Ryan pinched her bottom gently.
“Certainly not! There’s only one girl I want to ‘you know…’ with, and it’s you! If you must know, that ‘friend of a friend of a friend’ of a friend isn’t into guys at all, in any way, so I was perfectly safe, believe me! ”
Livvie wriggled contentedly against him.
“So this ‘friend of ours’; who is it, and how much does she know?”
Ryan held her against him as he picked his words carefully.
“It’s Chloe; she guessed some, I told her the rest; she knows it all, and she worked out a way to help us.”
Livvie turned to him, her eyes frightened.
“Ry, she knows it all? That you’re my brother? Oh God Ry, why did you do that, how can we ever be safe here if someone else knows? What are we going to do?”
Ryan slipped his hands down to cup and squeeze her plush bottom, comforting and reassuring her.
“She knows, and it makes no difference to her. Listen to me, Liv; she’s our friend, we can trust her, you can trust her. Maybe it’s time you had someone you could share all this stuff with. When I told Chloe, all she was worried about was how lonely you must be with no-one who knew, no-one you could share this with. Well now you have; talk to her, she’ll listen, I promise, she’ll understand, and she won’t tell a soul; after all this, and what she knows, she’s on-board. Baby-girl, we have family at last, trust her, I do.”
Livvie wriggled against him once more, conscious of the feel of his penis stiffening even as they talked. Now it was fully erect, sandwiched between them, a hard warm rod, thick and urgent. Livvie looked into his eyes, and saw her need mirrored there.
“Well, big brother, are you going to fuck your wife, or your sister, with that thing?” she teased, wriggling against him again and grinning at his faint groan.
Ryan looked deep into her eyes and grinned devilishly.
“I think I’ll do them both at once, if you don’t mind!”
He rolled her onto her back, Livvie parting her thighs to allow him to slip between them, and as he leaned down to kiss her, he slowly pushed his thick cock deep into her hot, wet pussy, making her hiss with satisfaction as he once more stretched her.
“Ooohh God, Ryan, I’ve missed this so much!” she muttered, instinctively hunching her pelvis up at him as he withdrew and slid back in again, to do it again and again, fucking him as he fucked her.
Back and forth they humped, Livvie wrapping her firm, pliant thighs around his midsection as he sawed his cock in and out, the oldest dance there was, to the music only they could hear, until, at last, Livvie convulsed, orgasm once more claiming her, blanking her senses as she shuddered and gasped, Ryan meeting her this time, the last of his spunk boiling into her deepest places as they both once again found their moment of fulfillment.
Ryan remained poised above her, waiting for her eyes to clear, then kissed her, Livvie kissing him back as her twitching pussy milked every last drop of sperm from his slowly deflating cock, until at last he slipped from her, and slid down beside her, sated. Livvie turned to him, her fingers dancing across his cheek and curling in his hair.
“Promise me you’ll never stop doing that, husband!” she grinned, and Ryan smiled back, his green eyes dancing.
“I promise I will never stop wanting you, my darling, delicious wife! And another thing…”
He rummaged under the pillows and pulled out a small velvet box. Livvie looked at him, then at the box.
“What is it Ryan?” she asked, and gasped as he opened it. Inside was a diamond, sapphire, and emerald cluster engagement ring.
“I never gave you one of these, little wife, so once again, Olivia Grainne McLeod, will you be my wife? And also, just in case it slipped your mind, happy birthday, little sister!”
Livvie’s eyes filled as Ryan slid off her platinum wedding band and slid the engagement ring in place, then kissed the wedding ring before sliding it back onto her finger. As he did, a thought struck her, and she began to giggle.
“What, what’s so funny?” smiled Ryan. Livvie pulled him close and kissed him soundly.
“I just remembered what happened the last time we you tied me up and fucked me on my birthday, and Ry… I’m not on birth control, I haven’t been for months; I’m thinking you just might have scored another bulls-eye, sailor-boy!”
And twenty days later, she was proved right.