Charlie and Mindy Bk. 03 Ch. 04

This is the fourth chapter of seven in Book 3 of the Charlie and Mindy tetralogy, which is a story of forbidden love between a brother and a sister.

This book stands on its own, but it refers to events that took place in Books 1 and 2. You may therefore want to read Book 1 and Book 2 before reading this book.

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The flight home was deadly. There was no direct flight, and we'd had to change planes at O'Hare. That meant four hours on the ground in an airport, most of which, the weekend before Christmas, was a mixture of the worst elements of a zoo with those of an insane asylum.

We managed to find a part of the airport where no flights were scheduled for the next few hours; the waiting area there was almost abandoned. There were still too many people around for us to get naked?let alone Do the Nasty, but we got in some very good snuggling and groping. We discovered a principle: People will go out of their way to give lovers some privacy if they can see from some little distance what those lovers are up to. Not because they're being kind, of course?because they're embarrassed. We probably should have been embarrassed, too. But we weren't.

We got home early that evening and tried to settle in. It took a while.

That was because being at home gave us mixed feelings. Both of us were now used to being on our own, able to make our own decisions about what we would do and when. Mom and Dad hadn't had much opportunity to live with us as grown-ups (well?almost grown-ups), and they still wanted to parent us.

We didn't have much trouble with that when it meant they wanted to do things for us, but it was a different story when it meant that they wanted to tell us what to do. And, as young (almost) adults who had never experienced responsibility for someone else, we didn't even see that having them do things for us and having them tell us what to do were really just different sides of the same coin. But I am sure that Mom and Dad were well aware of it?and found it exasperating.

We knew that they loved us, though, and we loved them. The four of us managed to smooth over the rough spots with only a few harsh words?which were quickly forgotten. Mindy and I had to remember that neither of us could give a lover's support to the other?or expect it from the other?during any of those rough patches. Our?unusual?brother-sister relationship added an extra dimension to the stresses and strains we had in common with other almost grown-up offspring who spend most of their time away from their parents' home.

We did slip easily back into our routine of the last weeks before school had started. Mom and Dad would leave for work around seven-thirty each morning, and the one of us who awoke first after they left would climb, naked, into bed with the other for our morning exercises. Then we'd shower together and get breakfast.

During the first few days we were home, we spent much of our time preparing for Christmas. The holiday itself wouldn't be the Big Deal that it had been when we were little and still believed in Santa Claus. But the season and our preparations for it evoked memories for all four of us?memories of a little boy and a little girl getting up too early, so excited they could barely stand it, wanting to go into the living room to see what Santa had brought, and being told, gently but firmly, that three-thirty in the morning is much too early.

For me, there was also the memory of the three Christmas seasons when I, the big brother, had been in on the secret, but Mindy had still believed. I still remember the discussion Mom and Dad had with me about the grown-up responsibility that came with knowing the Santa secret.

They had gauged me correctly; they pointed out that, grown up as I had become, it was now my job (along with theirs) to protect my little sister and her faith in Santa. Once they'd put it in terms of protecting my little sister?who was, even then, the most precious thing in my life?all the torments of Hell couldn't have forced me to betray the secret to her.

As she and I lay in each other's arms, naked in her bed after a superb session of love-making on the morning of the day before Christmas, I told her about that little boy's determination to keep the Christmas secret from his still-believing little sister.

"That little boy did a good job," she said, smiling. "I didn't give up on Santa until I was twelve?and I didn't really want to then!

"You were such a sucker for taking care of me," she went on, "weren't you?" Her head moved a bit from my shoulder to deliver a kiss to my neck. "I wonder what other mileage Mom and Dad got out of that."

"I'm still a sucker for taking care of you," I said, and I took her chin in my hand and raised her lips to mine.

When the kiss ended, she looked me in the eyes. "It izmir escort was so wonderful to know that my big brother was always looking out for me. It made me feel so important and so loved. I wish you could have known how good that felt."

I kissed her again. "I do know how good it feels. I have a grown-up little sister who's always looking out for me.

"And when we were little, I thought it was so wonderful to have a little sister to look out for; it made me feel so important and so grown up. I wish you could have known how good that felt."

She nibbled on my cheek, raised her head and looked at me. "I do know. I have a grown-up big brother to look after now.

"Big Brother and Little Sister," she whispered as she again laid her head on my shoulder.

"Best friends and lovers," I replied.

And then, together, holding each other close, "Now and always."

"I love you so much," she added.

And I completed our ritual: "I love you even more."

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Christmas arrived on a Friday. We got up at a reasonable hour (considerably after three-thirty) and opened the presents the four of us had all given each other. And, it turned out, Santa had left some unexpected presents for Mindy and for me. I made a mental note to myself that there should be unexpected presents from Santa for Mom and Dad the following year.

We all gathered in the kitchen, after a late breakfast, to prepare the Christmas turkey dinner?which we sat down to eat at around three in the afternoon. Dad had found some very good white wine to accompany the bird, and it flowed reasonably freely. Then we sat around, full and groggy, for most of the rest of the evening. We had a snack just before bed-time?which was late, there being no work for Mom and Dad until Monday.

The hardest part of that long weekend for Mindy and me was keeping our hands off of each other. On Saturday evening?around eight o'clock and in Mom and Dad's presence?Mindy challenged me to a Monopoly game. We went down to the basement rec room, spent 10 or 15 minutes setting up the game, and started playing.

We'd often played Monopoly with each other before I'd left for college a year-and-a-half earlier. We both hated to lose; we were pretty evenly matched; and the length of our games was something of a family legend. Thus, when Mom and Dad came down around eleven o'clock to tell us that they wanted to say "Good night" because they were going to bed, neither was the least bit surprised to find us sitting cross-legged across the board from each other on the floor in the middle of the rec room, still playing our hearts out. Nor did they expect us to finish and come upstairs any time soon.

That was just what we had planned. The rec room was the one place in the house where Mom and Dad wouldn't be able to hear us from their room?no matter what we might get up to.

About twenty minutes after we heard Mom and Dad go up the stairs to the second floor, Mindy landed on Connecticut Avenue?which I owned, and where I'd put a hotel. "That is going to cost you!" I said. "Big time!" The rent was $600.

She had only about $450 on hand?not enough to pay it, so she started looking through her deeds to see what she could sell or mortgage.

"Oh," I said, "not money. I want your shoes and your socks."

She saw immediately where this was going, smiled wickedly at me as she took them off, and said as she handed them to me, "Two can play at that game, Buster. And it's your turn to roll."

I rolled, landed on a "Chance", drew a card, and went Directly to Jail without passing "GO", without collecting $200, and?most importantly?safe for the moment. I smiled at her?and got a glare in return?as I handed her the dice.

She rolled?and got a five, which landed her on Virginia Avenue. That was another of my properties, where, as luck would have it, I had another hotel.

The rent there was $900. I'm not really sure why we even bothered to check, because we knew that it would be higher than the rent where she'd been and that she didn't have any more cash than she'd had on her previous turn.

"My shirt?" she asked, beginning to unbutton it. She was fuming a bit at the unfairness of it all.

"Your shirt," I confirmed, holding out my hand in expectation.

She shrugged out of her shirt and handed it to me. I was pleased to see that, as always, she wasn't wearing a bra. Her wonderful little boobs stood proudly out from her chest, the nipples hardening in the slight chill of the basement room?or maybe in anticipation of what we knew was?ummm?coming, in the near future. I admired the view, and I couldn't help but notice the similarity between her nipples and the snake-eyes I'd rolled a few turns ago. But I was careful not to say anything about that similarity, lest she say that what I was admiring constituted a double and freed me from jail.

She smiled back at alsancak escort my leer and handed me the dice, saying, "Roll me a nice pair of fours." That would land me on Tennessee Avenue?where the rent for staying at her hotel was $950. She knew, as well as I did, that I had about $500 in cash.

I rolled, and got a five and a three. "Oh, shucks," I said, insincerely. "That would put me right where you want me?but I'm in jail, and it doesn't get me out." I picked up the dice and handed them back to her?continuing to eye her boobs as I did so. My cock was growing.

"Are you going to unbuckle your pants now, or wait until you land on one of my red properties around the corner and have to?" I asked politely.

She glared at me again. I smiled sweetly. Insincerely, but sweetly. She rolled the dice. Her tits jiggled as she did so, and I appreciated that. My cock twitched a little.

The dice turned up eleven, which landed her on the B