Coming Home (After all these Years – Part III)

Note: this story can be read without knowing part I or II

Three years had passed since my parents had found out about me and my brother being lovers. It had happened a few days after my 19 th birthday as my brother and I came back from our trip to the Maldives. Anyway… A huge bunch of things one worse than the other were initiated by the revelation of our secret.

I had given up any relation to my father for chasing away my beloved brother Stan. Stan had left me a letter in which he had written that he’d leave the country, travel around the world. He said he couldn’t afford being separated from me…

Only a few days after, I’d moved out to get independent. I couldn’t stand having my asshole of a father around anymore. He’d sicken me with this brother-sister-story. He hadn’t been that happy either about the actual situation and had started drinking what would cost him his life barely a year after. I didn’t go to his funeral.

The only one who had gotten out more or less unaltered was my mother. I knew she’d always loved my father from the bottom of her heart and she loved her children as much. I’d kept in touch with her. She’d always tried to talk to me about Stan but I always turned to another subject. I wouldn’t want to be remembered of him in any way for it still hurt me after all that time.

I had found out that Stan didn’t move out to our grandparent’s house after they had died by choice. He had been forced by my father whom Stan had told about being in love with me. But both my parents knew we were close siblings so they couldn’t prohibit anyone of us to go to see the other. That’s how my parents kept this secret from me. They’d thought it might pass through the years, I guessed, but it appears that they were wrong.

Anyhow, the only thing that remembered me of my brother was a picture which showed the both of us as a happy couple on the Maldives and the ring he had given me on the same vacation the picture had been taken. It was engraved saying: Together we stand. It had been his birthday present for my 19 th birthday. He too had such a ring that said: Together we fall.

So there I was: Three years after the whole drama going to the local college, studying chemistry and living in a small apartment near a popular diner where I used to work for a living. I just got enough money to cover the apartment, to get enough food and go out from time to time plus I got a scholarship to pay the college fees.

First I had to convince the owner of the diner to hire me but the hot girl I obviously was turned out to be a genuine customer magnet so he after two months he’d even asked me to work more for and promised to raise my salary. How could I say no 😉

During those three years I had tried hard to forget about my brother but I’d never been successful in any way. I had tried to fall in love with another guy several times but with any guy I dated I encountered the same problems: whenever they were around I caught myself imagining it would be my brother. My love life was totally screwed.

On top of that my mother had got a diagnosis for a malignant brain tumor after several weeks of terrible headaches and one-sided paralysis symptoms. I would often go to the hospital to visit her but she was hardly even living. The only way to keep her alive was tons of expensive gadgets as well as huge doses of opiates to kill the pain. Due to her treatment she often had hallucinations what didn’t make it easy for me to talk to her at all. We all knew that she wouldn’t do it much longer and there was no way to cure her.

“Hey Vanessa! Would you please clean the tables? After that you can go if you want, I don’t think there’s gonna be that much to work for you anymore today” my boss said. His name was Jordan.

“Alright Jordan! I’ll see what I can do!” I replied.

Usually I’d be on summer vacation by that time but I wanted to make a bunch of money to afford a little trip to California so I worked eight hours a day at the diner.

After I had finished work I went to the hospital to visit my mother. She was asleep as I entered the room but got awaken as I closed the door a little bit too loud on purpose.

“Hello, Vanessa. I’m so glad to see you. How are you, child?” she asked tiredly smiling.

I replied: “Very well. How was your meal today?”

“Awful as ever” she said smiling, “I miss those times when we lived together as a family. Your brother was so good at cooking. Have you seen hi lately?”

I could feel this conversation was getting very uncomfortable. “No, and I don’t think I’m gonna see him very soon.

“No, I haven’t and I don’t think any of us might see him around for quite some time. Besides, you know that I absolutely hate talking about him” I replied in a harsh tone.

“But he was here today to visit me. He has become a lovely young man in the past time. I thought he might have come to your place first but I guess I’m wrong then…” she said knitting her brows.

“Please mum. You know this can’t be true. You’re having those hallucinations again and I really don’t like them and I don’t want to talk to you about it either. We both know that he’s gone for real and we know that he won’t come back. This is not really hard to understand, is it?”

She seemed offended. “But… I saw him… He was standing right beside me… He held my hand… He brought me a pretty bunch of flowers… They’re right over…” she pointed at a desk standing next to her bed pausing to finish her sentence disappointedly, “…there…”

“Mum, there are no flowers. I think you and I agree on that, don’t we?”

She was crestfallen about this shocking fact. “Oh I see… You’re right, I reckon… I’m sorry to bother you with this over and over… I should know better…”

I nodded in sterile agreement. “I think it’s time for me to go home…”

Mum smiled at me. “Alright then, thank you for coming over. It always makes me feel loved when you come to see me. It’s almost like I could die a happy women.”

“Don’t say things like that. You know I love you mum.”

We hugged each other and said goodbye.

On my way home I got a call from the diner: “Hi there! It’s Jordan. Sorry to bother you again but could you come over again? I’ve got tons of customers waiting to get served and I can’t do it all alone. I’ll pay you extra, promised.”

I was getting late already but how could I say no to this offer? I got there as fast as I could.

The diner was crowded and the air was thick as I entered. I took a deep breath and got changed.

Jordan was over the moon to see me: “Thank god to see you around here! You’re my savior! These two are for table twelve” he said handing me to plates over.

I felt like a worker bee the whole evening. Running up and down, up and down, over and over, again and again. But it was fun. Some customers – mostly guys around my age – wanted me to join their small talk, to pay me a drink or to exchange phone numbers. Since I was working there for three years, I knew very well how much fun it was to kid one after another.

After most of the customers had gone another guy came in. A mysterious apparition… A large well-trimmed three-day beard sunglasses and a genuine beret. He didn’t bother to get any of his accessories off. I noticed him because the moment he passed the threshold to the diner I sensed a familiar scent in the air which I couldn’t quite file. Anyhow he drew my whole attention to him and the only moment he would de-glue his glance from me was when he took out a chair.

His voice reminded me uncomfortably well my brother’s: “Cappuccino, please.”

I swallowed hard hardly able to organize my shuffled thoughts. This bizarre guy was an unpleasant guest. But I had to serve him no matter the cost. So I got his coffee done but when I came back to serve him, he was gone – to the toilet I guessed.

I went to the staff dressing room to get a break. As I opened the door I saw that stranger fumbling my pants.

“Hey you!!! GET AWAY FROM MY STUFF, will ya!!!” I shouted at him.

He turned around shocked about my presence.

“I was not…” he stumbled cut short by me: “Well you better not! Give me my pants and we’ll see if I have to call the cops!”

I checked my pants. Everything was in there… Wallet, cell phone… Nothing was missing.

“And now you better get outta here real fast!” I ordered pointing to the door.

I was really mad and couldn’t wait to go home after this long day.

During the whole rest of the evening I couldn’t help thinking of that strange guy earlier. His presence had startled me a lot. I was confused. My mind raced through various thoughts without getting any useful information. But suddenly I knew what odor I had smelt before: It was undoubtedly my brother’s scent! I was damn sure about it! But how could that be? The more I thought of it, the more I was perplexed and getting desperate.

As I arrived at my apartment, I felt almost dead. I had a terrible headache and I was frustrated from my own thoughts. I went directly to my bedroom and opened the drawer of my bedside table. There I found the ring and the picture. As I saw them I could feel the tears running down my cheeks. I started crying desperately. Once again I realized I had never been able to get over the loss of my beloved brother.

I couldn’t stop crying, the sobs and the tears just came out of me. I lay in my bed sleepless, soaking Kleenex after Kleenex. It was very late when I got up looked at my smeared make-up in the mirror and took out my cell phone of my trouser pocket to check the time.

As I got it out, I noticed there was something else there I couldn’t remember: It was a hard round ring. I got it out and recognized at first glance my brother’s ring with the engraving Together we fall. I was shocked. How the hell did this ring come into my pants?! Something was getting really creepy!

I tried hard to remember anything that could have been in connection. Suddenly my mind recalled that bizarre guy. Didn’t he finger my pants?

Hell no!! This guy… HE WAS MY BROTHER STAN!!!

Shocked by this realization I looked in the mirror. I cleaned my face from the black stains, ran to the door, teared it open… I almost ran into a figure who seemed interrupted in their intention to knock on my door.

I looked at this person from bottom to top. My eyes took their time to get to see a familiar three-day beard, pair of sunglasses and beret. The guy didn’t say a word, he just let me take off his sunglasses and his beret. The more I looked at what my hands revealed, the less I believed in my own eyes.

My brother Stan was standing right in front of me unable to say a word. All I managed to come up with was a huge gulp. I took him by both his arms and guided him into my apartment.

We sat down on the nearest chairs around.

He was the one to break the ice and I could tell the layer was very thick: “First of all, hi, I should have told you but…”

“Woah, woah, woah, not so fast, bozo… How about: ‘Hi! How’s you goin? Haven’t seen ya for a long time?’” I didn’t know if I should be surprised or happy or anything!

“Alright then… Hi! How’s you goin? Haven’t seen ya for a long time…”

“Crap! I can’t say anything. You just got me on the worst day since you fuckin piece of shit left me.”

“Hey! These are just not the nicest words to greet your big brother after three years, alright!” he replied obviously offended.

“Listen… It’s really not the time! Just come again tomorrow and we’ll talk this over, ok? But for now, please just go.”

We stood up. I accompanied him to the door.

He took a deep look into my eyes before saying: “Good night, Van, see you…” I didn’t know what I did but sure is I cut him short by pressing my lips on his and pulling him towards me.

He put his arms around my waist. I broke the kiss to look in his eyes. Without any words I took him by his collar and pulled him to my bedroom. He’d follow with no resistance. In my bedroom I sprang him. He held me in his strong manly arms. His lips felt smooth and sweet just like I remembered them. His grip was familiar and felt like releasing my mind from centuries of absence of his nearness. My feelings came overflowing. I started crying again while kissing my brother for all I had.

This time, he broke the kiss looking deeply into my tear filled eyes. He put me back on my feet and ran his hand gently through my hair and over my cheek.

He smiled happily at me. “Hi Van! Nice to see you. How’s you goin? Haven’t seen ya in a long time?”

“What a stupid question to ask, you dumbass! Dontcha see your baby sister’s crying?”

He laughed obviously put at ease to see I still was all his after all the time that had passed since he had been forced to leave us for good. I thrashed my head onto his chest and a few muffled sobs came from my mouth. He stroked the back of my head.

“It’s alright, sis. I’m here again” he whispered.

I started beating both my hands against his chest. He caught them. I looked in his hungry eyes. Their intimate look got me back to myself again. I came in Stan’s arms and let my head rest on his chest. His heartbeat was slow and constant.

“I’m so happy you’re alive, Stan. You cannot imagine what a torture it was not to have you around…” I whispered.

“Yes I can. There was not a single day I wouldn’t think of you and wish we’d have been more careful. I missed you so much, Van…” he was having troubles forming those words.

For the next long moment we didn’t move. We just stood there cuddling up together and not saying anything. Both of us breathed heavily struggling not to burst out into tears again. Then my brother took me up and lay me on my bed.

He softly kissed my cheeks. I pulled his shirt over his head revealing his muscular body. My hands fondled him everywhere just to get reminded of his soft skin and the feeling and shape of his body.

He kissed my neck sending shivers through my whole body. I was already getting quite wet. He took off my shirt too and undid my bra right after. I was in heaven as his hands cupped my breasts and he started sucking on my nipples. I closed my eyes and started moaning lowly on his gentle touch.

“Oh Stan… touch me more” I begged him.

My wish was his command and he unbuttoned my pants while kissing my belly. His beard tickled my skin. He slid off my pants and kissed my inner thighs slowly and steadily approaching nearer to my crotch.

As he arrived there, I pulled my panties aside uncovering my now soaking wet pussy. He sniffed in my strong odor of lust before caressing my labia with his lips. Soon I was moaning under his growing tease. He parted my pussy lips and licked it clean from my freely flowing juices. With my free hand I pushed his head hard on my lusting pussy. He eventually slid two fingers inside and began to twitch on my g-spot. I moaned out loudly.

“Please don’t stop! I’m gonna cum real soon!” I yelped.

Stan flicked his tongue over my clit simultaneously to each stroke inside my box. That was all I needed to have my strongest orgasm since three years.

“Oh god! I’m cumming! I’m cummmmmiiiiing!!!” I moaned.

Stan let off me grinning widely. I looked at his face smirking back.

“Oh yeah! I’ve been missing you giving me head and now c’mere and screw your lil’ sister’s brain out, will ya?” I said.

In seconds he had taken off his trousers and his boxer briefs. As I saw his rigid throbbing cock my eyes glistened in hungry anticipation.

He didn’t wait any longer to shove his dick inside me all the way. As he did this I couldn’t help screaming in pleasure. He started pumping in a slow grinding pace in and out of me. I felt like having waited this moment to come like forever. At my brother and I were one again.

He kissed my neck and nibbled on my ear.

“I love you, Vanessa, I love you from the bottom of my heart” he whispered.

I wrapped my legs around him and made sure he couldn’t escape from my grip by pulling his whole body to me with my arms.

“I love you too, Stan.”

We both maintained our slow teasing rhythm and moaned in unison. The nasty sounds coming from my pussy increased the pleasure.

After a while, Stan released my grip to lift me up so that I sat on his lap facing him. He grabbed my ass with one hand and stroked my back with the other. I kissed his chest making my way up to his neck. His dick pounding in and out of me felt great. It was just made to fill my pussy. My juices splashed everywhere making his cock slippery inside me.

I pushed him down so that I could ride his cock in good ol’ cowgirl position. I gyrated my hips on his rigid member making my pussy walls feel wonderful. I loved this one because I was in charge of everything and I could make my brother come whenever I wanted to! He for his part pumped his cock in a matching pace. On every strike he dug his prick balls deep inside me faintly hitting my womb. Our bodies were pulsating in unison.

“Vanessa, you’re gripping my cock so tightly! Your pussy feels so good!”

“I can make it even tighter for you, big brother!”

I stopped my circular motion and contracted my vaginal muscles as hard as I could. Stan went to the stars but I made sure he didn’t come already.

“Oh god, Vanessa you’re a goddess!” he moaned.

“And your cock feels wonderful inside. Now get one of your dirty fingers in my ass, will ya?” I ordered.

Stan slid his index finger between my lips. I sucked it gently until it was covered with my saliva. He took it out of my mouth and stuck it right in my anus. I could feel my asshole clench his finger as he slowly slid it in and out again.

“Oh shit! Get me another finger in there! Just do it! I want it so bad!” I yelled still circling my hips on his prick deep in my pussy.

He took his finger out of my anus moistened his middle finger in my pussy juices and dug them both back in my asshole. The deeper he dug them in with each of his thrusts inside my pussy they felt better and better. He eventually stuck his ring finger in my ass too what made me scream in pleasure. Then he slid the index of his other hand in my pussy next to his cock.

That was all I could take. I came again.

“Oh fuck! Stan!” was all I could come up with.

My whole body tensed from the force my orgasm.

I let myself fall on my back letting Stan’s cock slide out of my entrance. This must have sent him over the edge for he let out a soft Oh god, got back on his knees and reinserted his member fully in me. He could only thrust it in and out two times before shooting a huge load of cum in seven contractions deep inside my still pulsating cunt.

He collapsed on top of me and breathed hard. I pressed his head on my breasts. He was totally exhausted. So was I.

We remained in that position a while just to feel the presence of one another and to let this moment pass. I was the happiest person in the world. I had retrieved my greatest loss in my whole life. This must’ve been like a blind man whose eyesight returns. I felt like the center of the world.

My brother eventually adjusted his head on my left breast and gently squeezed the other with his hand. I held him in my arms kissing his forehead. The moment was perfect. It was harmony. It was familiar. It was warm, safe, secure… It was true love!

The next day we went to visit mum in the hospital. On the way Stan told me a brief summary of what he did during the past three years. It was very much. He had travelled through India to get to know his favorite curry recipe. He had been to Africa to work for several charity organizations and much more.

Mum was smiling happily as ever as she saw me and even more as Stan entered her room. Apart from that she looked very pale and sick that day.

“Looks like you were right mum. Stan was here yesterday” I said holding hands with my brother.

“You see,” she replied happily, “I’m not seeing half as much ghosts as you accuse me to.”

“I’ve rarely seen you this happy, mum” Stan said and he was right. She looked satisfied with her life and pleased to see us as a couple after all that time again.

“Oh Stan. You have finally returned home. What good news. There’s lots I have to tell you too. And I need to do it now. I feel I won’t do it that much longer”, mum still smiled saying that. “Have you ever wondered why your father died?” Her smile gave way to a more serious face.

I said: “I thought he had started drinking after having lost me.”

“No,” she replied, “it was more than just that. It has to do with you, Stan. As I was pregnant for the first time I gave birth to a dead baby. Your father was on a business trip to Canada. It was the saddest day of my life and I was too ashamed to call your father to tell him because he was such a happy man when I told him I was pregnant. He was so eager to see his first child’s face. But luckily the same day a prostitute was at the hospital for just the same reason. She had given birth to a baby boy that she didn’t want. This baby… It was you Stan. You are not my son.”

Stan and I were both petrified. Mum coughed hard.

“But… How come we’ve got the same eyes?” he blurted out.

“Coincidence,” she replied, “I took charge of this baby and didn’t tell your father. I loved him too much to tell him the truth so I decided to raise a lie. There were only three people knowing it anyway: the doctor, the prostitute and me.” Her words became less comprehensible the more she told us. “Three years ago as you were forced to leave the family and get settled on your own, I didn’t manage to tell him either. I still loved him too much. But as I saw what had happened three years ago thanks to my lie, I realized I had to tell him sometime. So I did soon after you had left us, Vanessa. Your father was crushed. Not only had he lost his one and only daughter but he came to know his son was not his own child. This was all he could take and that’s why he started drinking and died soon after.”

“And he never got suspicious?” we asked almost in unison.

“No. He was so desperately happily in love with me, he would have believed anything I told him” mum answered.

Stan looked at his mother fascinated yet anxious about what he had just heard. Obviously a million thoughts raced through his head. He didn’t exactly know where to look at. He looked at me, at mum, at the gadgets standing in the room, at the door, everywhere. He wasn’t sure about how to feel.

“I’ve waited so long for you to come back, my son. I’ve waited for this moment so long. For three years I have wanted to tell you nothing but the truth. The guilt of my lie was weighing down so heavily. And now that I finally did.” Her breaths got heavier and she was coughing again. “So now I can finally surrender to my disease and look back to a good life. I’m so happy for the two of you. I’m so happy to see you have found each other again.”

Stan and I were shocked to hear this from our mother. She didn’t leave us time to protest against her words: “So I can finally join your father on the other side… I hope he’s not mad at me anymore…” She was encountering hard problems to form the words.

My brother and I sadly numbly looked at our mother making her best efforts to put a last smile on her lips before her body completely relaxed and the cardiograph confirmed the end of her heartbeats. She had died a happy person.

For some reason I can’t explain none us felt sad in that very moment. We were kind of happy that all of this had happened. Even as the doctor came to affirm her death, we didn’t feel any regret, no remorse. It felt just like the normal circle of life. There was no reason to be sad either. We both had found again what we were missing most that was all that counted…

THE END