Incest/Taboo Betrayed

September 7, 2007

Rob had arrived home earlier than when he had told his new wife he would be back from his sales trip. They had been dating for four years before he asked her to marry him. That was three months ago, and he yearned to spend his well-earned time off with his wife. Then Rob heard the strangest of noises coming from their bedroom. Gently placing his bags on the floor so he could surprise his wife as he thought of what she was doing while he was away. Then something his wife said stopped him in his tracks.

"Fuck me baby! Fuck me hard!" his wife -- Trisha -- moaned out from their bedroom. In a house that he had bought for her with his own god damn money was fucking someone else on his god damn bed! "That's it I want to feel you for days when Robbie gets home!"

Rob's fist clenched; his anger burned his face upon hearing his wife's words. Just how long had she been stepping out on him?! How long has he been fucking her cunt after someone else cock has been in there?! He knew he'd have to go get a blood test. He wasn't about to catch anything from his whorish wife that was for certain.

His rage burned in his eyes as his own brother was pounding his wife from behind. A brother whom he had covered for because for some odd damn reason he couldn't make the damn trip. Now he knew the reason: it was to fuck his wife! While he was doing his fucking job! The crashing sound of the vase breaking apart as it struck the side of his brother's head thundered in his bedroom.

"Robbie!" Trisha gasped in horror as Rob towered over them with a madding look in his eyes. "Baby I can..."

"Shut the fuck up! Explain! Explain! Just how long have you been fucking my brother! A month, a year, all the four fucking years we've been dating?! Huh? How fucking long you... You know what I don't fucking want to know. Here I was working my ass off so we could have a good life, and what have you been doing? Fucking that piece of shit behind my back and every Tom, Dick, and Harry for all I fucking know!"

"Robbie I know, I've..."

"You don't know shit! Get the fuck out of my house and take that piece of shit with you!" Rob yelled as he stormed out of the room so his anger wouldn't get the best of him.

"Robert..."

"Get the fuck out," Rob snarled at his brother as he noted the blood-soaked towel he held to the side of his head. "We might be related by blood, but you aren't my brother. I don't want to see you here ever again. And you will be hearing from my lawyer," he said, glaring at his treacherous wife.

"I'm sorry..."

"Take that shit and shove it up your ass Trish, if you didn't love me why the fuck did you marry me?! You sure did love spending my money that's for damn sure. Your shit will be out on the lawn I'd suggest you get it before trash pickup since that fuck nut can't even close a simple deal without someone holding his hand," Rob said, before slamming the door in his soon-to-be ex-wife's face.

October 23, 2008

Rob laid face down on his couch. Jack Daniel's bottles lined the coffee table. Ever since he had gotten his marriage annulled Rob had been in a state of intoxication when he wasn't at work or had to drive somewhere. His life might have fallen into a dark pit of despair, but he wasn't an idiot. He would have thought some of his family would have been on his side when word got out. Not one, not a single damn one had his back. They all tried to get him to come around that Trisha and Brad were happy and that he should be happy for them. Yet they seemed to forget their happiness is what caused his destruction. But no, they chose them, and to his view of things they chose poorly.

Rob groaned from his hangover as someone pounded on his front door. His hand meandered around blindly as he sought something to throw at the door to tell whomever it was to leave him the fuck alone. Sighing as the falling bottles only made his pounding headache worse. Turning his head when he heard his front door opening.

"It smells like a distillery in here," Janet -- his sister, who was two years older than he was -- said as she walked into his house. A house she had no right to enter without his say so, and he so didn't want any of them on his property. Her shawl pressed against the middle of her upper back as the nooks of her elbows held it in place as she held her keys and purse in her hand. "Jesus, Robbie, you aren't even dressed," Janet groaned as she stood at the left arm rest in her bridesmaid gown.

"Why the fuck would I be?! It's my damn day off, and why the hell are you in my house?" Rob asked, trying to keep his voice down so not to aggravate his pounding head. Slyly glancing at her dress. Rob couldn't figure out why she was dressed so formally even if the dress was hideous.

"Well..." Her cheeks heating at his words. Over the past year she had seen how Rob had drifted away from the family. He no longer came into the office, unless it was for the mandatory meetings and the clients that were scheduled to come in, instead he chose to work from home and email his reports to them. Their parents didn't seem to mind as long as his work didn't slip and it hasn't, and there have been no complaints from their clients, so she knew he was handling his work load just fine. Even if it seemed to her he no longer put in the hours he once did for their company. Janet couldn't speak on it since he always met his monthly quota. Still... she did miss her brother, missed hearing his laughter filling the office when she's had a hard day. Her kids, his nephew and niece, missed him too, especially since he didn't show up for Thanksgiving and Christmas like he has done since they all left the nest. "Don't you remember what day it is? Didn't Brad mail you an invitation?"

"Oh, was that what it was?" Rob asked coldly, as he scratched his chin hearing his three-day stubble rustling as his nails moved through it as he sat up. "I tossed it in the fire."

"Robbie," Janet sighed. "I get it okay, but..."

"Uh-huh. Is that all? I'd rather go back to sleep now, thank you," Rob said, indifferently.

"At least come with me, Matt and Debbie miss you, you know?" Janet pleaded with her brother.

"Then bring them over, otherwise I'm not moving from this couch for a few hours more," Rob said, he so wasn't going to that wedding.

"Robbie can't you..."

"Don't," Rob said coldly, his eyes shooting to his sister.

"Fine Robbie, if you'd rather stay and drink yourself to death be my guest," Janet said, throwing her hands up. "I really wish you would stop though," she said, eyeing the numerous bottles.

"Well, when you find Mark fucking some woman on your bed while you're out covering for him, then you can judge whether or not if I've drank enough," Rob said, referring to her husband as he poured himself a shot. "Otherwise see yourself out of my house."

"Very well," Janet uttered before spinning on her heel slamming his door behind her as she left.

Taking a sip of the brown liquor, what they didn't know was that Rob had been looking for a new job. A job that would take him far away from this city, this state, and his family along with her. Yet with the economy as it was, jobs were hard to come by and with the field he worked in equally hard. Sure he could sell about anything, yet his years were in robotics and how many of those jobs ever came up? So, he had to wait, had to bide his time, then when the opportunity arose, and if the rate of compensation matched what he made, he would be gone leaving nothing in his wake to draw him back.

Rob was drying his face after he walked out of his bathroom. He knew couldn't drive he still felt the alcohol in his system, yet his head wasn't pounding any longer, so he took solace in that. Tossing his wet towel into the bathroom, he no longer used the master bedroom as it felt to... soiled, for lack of a better word, after what had happened, and he could only assume it had happened numerous other times. So the day after, in a fit of rage, not caring how expensive the mattress was, he had borrowed his friend's truck that, thankfully, had no connection to his family and drove out to a field. There he watched as the fire cleansed the taint upon his house as the ashes rose to the sky.

So now it was used as a storage room. Although he still used the master bath otherwise it was just wasteful to allow all the money he had spent on the house to go to waste. Rob just didn't spend any amount of time in the room that was adjoining it. As he sat on the bed, he had bought after he had kicked Trisha out of his house, in his underwear, he pondered what he was going to do for the rest of the day. Obviously, it wasn't drinking since he had to work the next day. He needed to be at the top of his game so he could outshine his brother in sales. A wicked smile graced his lips as the blinking light on his phone caught his attention.

The light of his screen played along his freshly shaven face. Scowling when he saw three voicemails waiting for him, one from his mother, father, and his ex-wife along with half or so dozen of texts. If it wasn't from their office phones he didn't answer his parents calls, and he definitely wasn't going to listen to anything his ex-wife had to say. He didn't care if his parents were disappointed in him for not showing up, so he also deleted their texts. Groaning as his mother called again as he had almost set it back down on the nightstand beside his bed.

"What?"

"What no hi Mom, how was the wedding? What did I miss, since I didn't bother to show up for it?!"

"You know what, I'm too tired for this shit. If you want to bitch do it to Dad," Rob said, ending their call and tossing his phone behind him. Oddly, he felt a little light hearted by doing that. As his blue jeans rose up his legs, tilting his head as he watched his phone crawl along his bed as it vibrated. Picking it up when he didn't recognize the number. "Hello?"

"Robbie, don't hang up..." What did she think was going to happen when he heard her voice.

"God damn it, what?!" Rob yelled into the phone as his sister called right after his ex-wife.

"Don't you dare take that tone with me Robert!" Janet growled over the line.

"Then what the fuck are you calling me for? My reports aren't due till the end of next week, my quota has been met for the month, what more is there to talk about?" Rob asked heatedly into the phone.

"Brad and Trisha want to ask you something. It's very important. You need to listen to them," Janet said, urging her brother to see reason.

"Whatever the fuck they want, I want nothing to do with them." Rob looked at his phone as it sounded like her phone was being passed off to someone.

"Robbie, you don't have to speak just listen okay. I'm pregnant, and we -- I mean your brother and I -- want you to be the godfather," Trisha said, hoping this would heal the rift between him and Brad.

"I refuse."

"Think about it Robbie, think about what you're saying." Janet's voice came over the line. Rob stood there for a moment listening to the background noise knowing he was on speaker. Hearing his mother's and father's chatter, along with the rest of his relatives and Trisha's he could only assume.

"I gave you my answer. I am not going to be responsible for their bastard child," Rob said, an evil grin raised the corners of his lips at the gasps that came over the line. "Let some other foolish mark of theirs handle that chore it sure as hell won't be me!"

"Robert that's fucking cold man," Brad said, as Trisha broke down in tears.

"No more than you fucking my wife when I was out of town, and covering for your ass," Rob said, wondering how many of Trisha's family knew the truth. Then again, he didn't care, he got his kicks in, chuckling as he ended the call. Tossing it on the bed once again, he finished getting dressed. Grabbing his keys once he had his shoes on, leaving his phone behind, he so didn't want to deal with them while he drove to his getaway spot he had found a few months ago.

Twilight was descending as he sat on the porch of his house with his legs propped up on the railing watching the daily happenings of his neighbors. He had gotten back a little over an hour ago. He wasn't surprised by what awaited him when he did. It seemed his phone had practically blown up since he was away. His mirth soon evaporated as he watched the two cars screech to a halt before his house.

"Fuck, now what," Rob muttered as he saw his family filing out of their cars. Doors slamming in their anger.

"Where have you been?!" His father asked in a growl, as he marched up his driveway.

"Do you know how worried we were?!" His mother cut in as she matched his father's stride.

"Well, here I am, now, you want to tell me why you're trampling my grass?" Rob asked, aloofly. Wondering why Trisha's sister, Kate, was with his sister.

"Hello Robert," Kate said sweetly, brushing her deep walnut brown hair behind her ear. Her soft blue eyes peered at him through the lenses of her glasses.

When Rob first meet her five years ago she was only seventeen. While some would call her thin body sickly looking, and that her breasts were on the low B range. When he and Trisha had first started dating he would find her somewhere in her house alone and trying to hide her red, puffy eyes. He would try to lift her spirits and tell her that not all guys were assholes. That someone would find her attractive, he certainly did, even if she was still thin as a bean pole. Still that didn't matter to him, she was still a beautiful woman, and from what he could see over the heads of his parents Kate had filled out into her adult body over the past five years.

"Hello Kate, it's been awhile," Rob said with a warm smile, ignoring his father's question.

"I was hoping to see you at the wedding," Kate said, her cheeks heated as she looked at him bashfully.

"Can you blame me for not going?" Rob asked, watching as she shook her head.

"Don't ignore us Robert!" His father barked.

"Why not, you seem to ignore my feelings all the time. See what happens when you push aside those who've done nothing wrong, yet praise those who have," Rob said, looking down at his father.

"What would you have us do Robert, push Brad out of the family? Because of what happen..." His father's words stilled in his throat as he saw the look in his son's eyes as he took a sip of his beer.

"We understand your angry son, and you have every right to be," his mother said, trying to be the neutral party. Something they'd had lots of experience with over the past year. "It's been over a year; don't you think it's time to forgive your brother?"

"Fuck no."

"Robert! Watch your mouth!"

"This is my house, my property, and you came uninvited to it. If you don't like how I fucking talk on my own land, there's your car," Rob said, pointing to his father's high-priced sedan. "No one's keeping you here."

"Robert please," his mother pleaded with him, "just think about it. We miss you, it's not the same with you gone from every aspect of our lives."

"Well, you chose a side. If you don't like the repercussions of that choice that's on you, not me. I'm the one who's lost four damn years on a woman who never loved me. Four years! Four years of her fucking who knows what! In my own fucking house! Yet I'm treated like I'm the one who broke all the rules! While you all throw yourselves at her and Brad's feet just to keep the peace! Well, you know what, fuck the peace!"

"Fine Robert, I hope you change your mind," his mother said, laying her hand on her husband's arm.

"As of now you're on a month-long leave. Do what you want, go where you want, stay here and sulk in this house for all I care. But when the month is over I want you at the table at Thanksgiving," his father said, thinking he could bully his son into forgetting his pain.

"And if I'm not?" Rob asked, calling his bluff.

"Then don't bother coming to Christmas dinner," his father said, spinning on his heel, marching off to his car. Muttering under his breath that he couldn't brow beat his youngest son like he used to be able to.

"Wasn't planning on it," Rob said, to his father's back.

"Please don't say that son, go somewhere, relax, and come back home. I really would enjoy it if you made it to Thanksgiving dinner," his mother said, reaching out and gently squeezing his right hand before leaving to go join her husband in the car.

"I guess I wouldn't be able to change your mind with anything I say, huh?" Janet asked, as she stared up at her brother.

"Not one bit," Rob said, taking another sip of his beer.

"Alright, but Robbie, you know we do love you. Don't make us choose between you or Brad. You might think we have, but we aren't on either side. We are just as upset at what Trisha and Brad did to you. But don't hold it against us because we want to keep the family together," Janet said, before turning around. "I'll wait in the car," she said, her hand lightly touched Kate's forearm.

"So..." Kate placed her hands behind her as she shyly approached his porch. "How have you been?"

"Been better, why?" Rob asked, finally stepping off his porch to face her at eyelevel.

"Well..." Kate's heart fluttered; her cheeks blushed hard as Rob stood before her. Ever since he went out of his way to cheer her up whenever the boys her age harassed her daily. She had watched from afar as her sister threw away a good man. A man that cared for her when she was too greedy to see it. Now it was her turn, she sure as hell wasn't about to let this opportunity pass her by. She was going to show him that she wasn't like her sister. That she would always be true to him. She had kept herself free just for this chance. Sure, she's been on dates, fooled around here and there, yet the parts that truly mattered she wanted only him to touch.

To be the only one that will ever touch her body in such a manner. "I was thinking..." She might run the hottest women's lingerie company (not Victoria's Secret), a more classy, more affordable women's undergarments company where the material was as fine as Victoria's Secret just without the price, where for the price for one of their embroidered bras you could buy one of her bra and panty sets along with a teddy to match; and still being this close to him made her feel like that love sick teenager that longed for the days when he would come over. Just so she could hear his voice, to be near him, to feel close to him. "That since I'm in town for a while that maybe you'd like to spend some time with me," Kate said, the light evening breeze gently lifted her hair as she watched how the lights of the surrounding house's played along his eyes.

"Like a date?" Rob asked, his interest pegged. Sure he might have had offers before once he was free from his ex-wife, yet they were nowhere near as strong or as beautiful as Kate was, at least that's what he thought.

"I-if you w-want," Kate said, feeling her face burning hot. How she felt so foolish about him uttering the word date. "Get a hold of yourself Kate. You've been on dates before!" she berated herself in her mind.

"Sure, when would you like to go out," Rob asked, feeling like he was fourteen again when he asked the first girl to ever go out with him.

"I heard there's an orchestra playing tomorrow night." Stepping closer to him, to allow him to feel the heat of her body, the smell of her light perfume. "How about you pick me up at seven?" Kate asked, her left hand slowly reached out. Her fingers lightly touching his before her hand slipped into his.

"Sure. Where are you staying?"

"You remember where my parent's place is?" Kate asked, taking the chance, and closing the last remainder of the gap between them.

"Of course," Rob nodded.

"Good," Kate said, a smile formed on her face. "I can't wait," she whispered as her cheek brushed against his. Her lips brushed lightly along his ear as she told him her private number that very few had.

Forty minutes later...

Kate giggled as her back bounced on her old bed as she fell backwards on it. Her right hand rested over her heart feeling how rapid it was beating. She couldn't believe it went so well. She was sure that Rob would have said no. Her legs kicked in the air causing her jeans to become taut along her backside. Showing off that taut ass that she has worked on for so long.

"Kate? What's got you all excited?" her mother asked, as she stood in her daughter's old bedroom.

"I got a date!" Kate said excitedly, as she danced in place.

"Oh?" A smile touched her lips happy to see her daughter this happy. She knew how difficult the years has been on her, and like all mothers she wanted her daughter to be happy. "And just who's the lucky guy?"

"Robbie," Kate said, dreamily. Not seeing the look in her mother's eyes.

"I want you to stay away from that man. He's damaged goods," her mother said sternly.

"Just who do you think you're talking to," Kate said coldly, she might be her mother, but no one told her what to do. "Who and what I spend my time on is my business mother, not yours."

"Kate don't you take that tone with me. That man just broadcasted your sister's dirty laundry to all our family."

"So? Trisha brought it upon herself! What did you think was going to happen mother, when they asked him that?! Do you not care that she lied, used him, cheated him out of a life he thought they were going to live? After all that did you really think he would jump up and down and agree?!" Kate asked, slipping into her CEO persona.

"He could have been more tactful," her mother huffed, crossing her arms causing her graying dark brown hair to bounce against her chest. "Do you know how hurt your sister was?"

"Whatever pain she felt I'm sure it's nothing compared to the four years she lied to him, and she finally got what she deserved," Kate said, crossing her own arms standing off against her mother.

"I don't approve."

"It isn't for you to decided."

"Fine. If you want to waste your time on him..." Throwing her arms into the air as she walked out of her daughter's bedroom.

Music from her teenage years played softly in the background. Her hips swayed as her fingertips danced along the surface of the top of the sewing machine that had launched her business. Staring out the window of her room. Allowing her mind to wander down the path of the unknown future. She did hope they did have one together. Kate was willing to make it work between them, something that her sister never was. She knew Trisha well enough to know that she only cared about his money not the man that made that money. Looking down her chest, a small smile graced her lips as her hands rested on her stomach. Imagining what it would be like to carry their child. To hear the pitter-patter of tiny feet running through her penthouse condo. Watching Rob chasing their child around as his, or her, infectious laughter filled their home. Sighing, wrapping her arms around herself, she couldn't wait for tomorrow night.

Rob woke around seven thirty, his hand slammed down on his alarm. He had forgotten to turn it off when he went to bed last night. Rolling back over, pulling his sheet back up his body now that he didn't have to deal with making calls and whatnot; or that was his plan until a knock came upon his door. Bolting up right as another came upon his door, throwing off his covers wondering who would come over at such an early hour. Snatching his robe off the hook on the back of the door. Pulling the robe across his bare chest, tying a loose knot in the belt to hide his boxers. He so wasn't about to get fully dressed just to tell someone off and to return to bed.

"W..." Rob's voice died in his throat as he jerked his front door opened. He wasn't expecting to see Kate standing at his door, nor was he perturbed to find such a beautiful woman on his porch. Her deep walnut colored hair was held up and tight in a ponytail. A single bang draped down her face its light curl gently kissed her cheek. Her light blue eyes had a sparkle to them as she gazed warmly at him. Kate wore little makeup, not that she needed it, and to his befuddled mind she didn't need to. His eyes instinctively ran down the teal, ruffle, backless, V-neck autumn knitted, winter sweater. Noting how it clung tightly to her chest allowing the V-neck to show off the sides and a portion of the tops of her 34B breasts and to taunt his gazed to travel down that lush valley between those perky, firm orbs of hers. Taking a dry swallow, feeling his Adams apple bob as his brown eyes fell upon her slender hips as her faded blue jeans hugged them tightly. Closing his door slightly as the denim looked painted on those toned thighs of hers to hide his awakening snake from her view. His brain finally took notice of the bag she held at her side. It seemed minor when it was beside the gorgeous woman before him.

"Morning Robbie," Kate said sweetly, feeling her heart hammering in her chest. She didn't think he'd answer the door in just a robe! Her blood pounded in her ears as she caught a flash of his bare chest. "Was he naked under there?" she moaned in her mind. Feeling her nipples starting to harden at the thought of what truly lays beneath the soft fabric of his robe. Her tongue rolled in her mouth to bring some semblance of moisture to it. Her mound began to heat as she wondered if he hid himself behind the door because he liked what he saw.

"Morning... umm... not that I'm happy to see you, but why are you here so early?" Rob asked, as he hid his lower half behind the door. Feeling his erect cock had slipped through the slit of his boxers and he didn't want to give her an eyeful... at least not yet.

"I thought we could have breakfast together," Kate said, holding up the bag from the local bakery. "Unless... you don't want to..." A tad bit of sadness touched her words thinking she had moved a little too fast.

"Of course, I do. Just let me put on some clothes," Rob said, flashing her a smile.

"Really?!" Kate's head shot up; joy danced along her stunning eyes at his words. "I have everything setup out here, so we can enjoy eating in the morning sun," she said, her smile touched from ear to ear.

"I'll be as quick as I can," Rob said, feeling his heart going a million miles an hour. It had been a long time since anyone made him feel like this. That flutter, that excitement one felt when you felt some connection with another, yet you don't know what it is, nonetheless, your curious to find out where it leads, to see how far that feeling leads you down that dark rabbit hole. What twists and turns it would take you on, on that strange, and hopefully, happy journey to where only the fates could say. Dashing into his room, his clothes went flying from his drawers as he searched for something to wear. While it was only breakfast, for some reason he wanted to look decent and not the disheveled haggard look he had when he just rolled out of bed. Running his comb through his hair, splashing himself lightly with his best cologne. Rob wanted Kate to enjoy this morning, she did after all come all this way to see him.

Kate sat excitedly in her chair. She had setup the table on his porch just so it would feel as intimate as she could over croissants, some fresh fruit, a bit of cream cheese, and two bottles of orange juice. Her blood hammered in her ears as she heard the doorknob turning. Her nostrils flared as she caught the scent of his cologne as the wind carried it to her. She felt her brain go blank as Rob stepped out onto the porch. Kate felt her thighs instantly close as the rays of the morning sun bathed his body as it peeked over the roof of houses across the street. Feeling her mound throbbing as she watched how his muscles moved beneath his shirt. The way his lips held a warm smile on them as he slowly pulled out the patio chair.

"I hope I didn't keep you waiting Kate," Rob said, as he sank into the seat.

"N-no..." Clearing her throat as she caught herself stuttering. "Not at all," Kate said, hoping he couldn't see how bad her face was burning. "I hope you'll like what I brought for us," she said, her hand waved over the items.

"I believe I will yet..."

"Yet?!"

"It's the company that makes the meal all the sweeter," Rob said, seeing Kate's cheeks rapidly heat.

"Oh my..." Kate whispered behind her hand as it hid her trembling lips.

"Shall we?" Rob asked, he was worried about his sly flirts not being receptive, yet it appeared Kate welcomed them. "So Kate, what have you been doing for the past few years? Last I heard you left for New York a year into your college life," he said, as he cut open the croissant.

"Oh?!" Kate's ears perked up, her mind and eyes had been too focused on his hands watching how he gently held that flaky pastry and wondered if he would hold her just as gently if, or when, her body was pressed against his. "I kind of run a women's clothing line," Kate muttered, her single bang swayed before her as she fumbled with her own croissant. Shuddering as she felt and saw his hand covering hers.

"That's amazing!" Kate's body heated, feeling her chest tightening, her womb quivering as his thumb brushed along the back of her hand. Her own parent's never praised her accomplishments. To them she was always that odd, quiet girl they had raised, not the strong, powerful, owner of her own multimillion-dollar company, the woman that she had grown into. Not that she could blame her parents, all parents were like that or that's what she thought. Still to hear Rob praise her meant the world to her; a soothing warmth spread throughout her body as his hand remained on hers.

"Thank you," Kate whispered. Turning her hand over, her fingertips lightly played along his wrist. Feeling how his pulse raced, secretly pleased that she had the same effect on him as he did on her. "So, what have you been doing since you left my sister? Any ladies I should be wary of?" she asked, with a sly smile.

"Have there been offers? Sure. Did I take them up on their offers. No."

"I understand, something like what Trisha did, isn't easy to get over, no matter how much everyone is pushing you to let it go," Kate said, her thumb brushed along his knuckles. "Who knows if I play my cards right I might talk you into coming to New York to see me," she said shyly, brushing her bang behind her ear.

"Maybe," Rob nodded. He had no idea where this was going. However, he was eager to see this to the end.

Laughter filled the air as Kate and Rob chatted over their breakfast. Loving how those eyes of his never left her as she regaled him about her years in New York. Watching the shape of his lips as they touched the rim of the orange juice bottle. The way he held his fork as he speared a melon cube. Enjoying their quiet meal feeling like it was only the two of them there. How she always thought it would feel like if her sister hadn't kept him all to herself. Yet what could she do, Trisha was always self-centered when they were growing up.

Nonetheless, her mistake was her benefit, now Kate could show him how a woman was supposed to treat the man they were in love with. However, with all good things it must come to an end. With the last drop of orange juice gone, the cheese and fruit gone, how she just wanted to spend the day with him. Sighing when she knew that would look a tad too needy. That was something Rob didn't need at the moment. He needed to know that she was nothing like her sister. That she would never do to him what Trisha had done. Her eyes glanced to the right seeing Janet's car pulling up to the curb. Knowing that now it would be a good time to make her exit. Plus, this way, at least, she hoped it would make Rob want her more.

"Well, seems you have company," Kate said warmly, watching how his eyes hardened as he stared at his sister's car.

"You don't..."

"I'd would love to stay Robbie, yet a girl has to remain mysterious," Kate said, casting him a seductive smile. How that genuine smile melted her heart. "Plus I have a spa appointment, and I do want to look my best for tonight," she said, sliding her chair back as Janet got out of her car.

"Kate even if it's just a towel I know you'd make it look... astonishing," Rob said, as he too got to his feet to see her to her car.

Kate was a loss for words. It was rare that anyone could make her speechless. She felt her chest become flushed as his hand lightly brushed along her arm. She prayed Rob couldn't see how her nipples were pressing against her shirt since she didn't wear a bra. However, as his fingers interweaved with hers, her eyes lingered on his lips, wondering how her nipples would feel with them wrapped around them. Feeling their warmth on her pink areolas, his lips plucking at her hard buds. To feel how his tongue would circle them, rolling them, playfully flicking them with the tip of his tongue. Feeling the soft lace material of her panties hugging her mound growing wet as her dew began to gather on her labia. Her mind was so in flux she didn't realize that they were standing by the door of her rental car. Noting how Janet was standing a couple yards away trying not to get between them.

"Thank you, for having breakfast with me," Kate said shyly.

"And thank you, for bringing it," Rob said warmly, "you are more than welcome to come over any time."

"I think..." Pulling him close to her, hoping Rob enjoyed how her breasts pressed into his chest. Biting her lip as his hand rested on her left hip. "I would really enjoy that," Kate whispered before she leaned in. Her soft velvety lips embraced his as she finally tasted the man that she's been in love with for the past five years. Her hands ran along his waist as her arms wrapped around his body. Feeling his tongue slipping into her mouth. Her own met his as they tasted each other. Her hands ran up his back, her nails scraped along his shirt as she lost herself in that kiss. Her chest rose rapidly, her breath was heavy as she pulled away. There was no doubt that he couldn't make out the shape of her nipples now, nor was she going to hide the fact that their kiss had her panting in want. "I-I-I'll see you tonight," Kate stammered as her hand fumbled around looking for the door latch.

"I can't wait," Rob said, with a coy smile. Waving to her as she pulled out of his driveway. Watching her car disappear into the distance wondering how tonight was going to go.

"Robbie, can we talk?" Janet asked, from behind him.

"What about?" Rob sighed. He thought they had said everything they needed to say last night.

"Please Robbie, look at me," Janet said, her feet gliding along the soft blades of grass.

"Aren't you supposed to be at work?" Rob asked, as he turned to look at his sister.

"Dad let me take a few hours off so we could talk. Just us, no one else," Janet said, she missed the hours they would share at her desk when he wasn't busy. Taking her mind off of the mundane task of keeping the company's books straight. Insuring that their employees were paid on time, their vendors were paid, and that every cent from their contracts was there in their accounts.

"You want to talk fine, don't expect me to reciprocate," Rob said, walking back to his house. Knowing it was going to need a deep cleaning before he'd could bring Kate over. He so didn't want her to see the mess it had become. Feeling his sister at his back as he entered his home.

"I'm fine with talking as long as you listen little brother," Janet said sternly. She knew how hard it was to take a spouse cheating. She and Mark had hit a rough patch a few years back. They hadn't been intimate for some time then when raising Matt and Debbie was taking a lot out of them. Mark had left his phone behind one day and being a good observant wife she knew his pin code even if he didn't think she knew it. So, when she heard his phone just pinging as texts came pouring into his phone as she cleaned the house.

Her curiosity got the better of her. How she wished she had never picked up his phone. How she cried into her pillow as she read the text he was sending to some woman. While he admitted to it the moment she called him out on it, yet it went no further than texts. She still felt betrayed by it. It took a long while before she could trust him again and many hours in couples counseling. Yet they worked through it, but she still had her doubts, still it was nothing compared to what her brother had walked in on. She was amazed by his self-control he had shown that day. Janet didn't know if she could be that restrained if it was her that had walked in on Mark hilt deep in some woman on their bed.

"Yeah, yeah," Rob muttered as he walked into his kitchen to grab some trash bags.

"Don't you ever air this place out?" Janet asked, opening the living room window.

"Nope."

"Well, I see your getting along with Kate. I'm happy that someone can make you smile again," Janet said, turning as she heard her brother walk into the room.

"Yeah, what of it?" Rob asked, indifferently. The bag rustled as he began stuffing it full with the bottles that lined his coffee table into it.

"Nothing Robbie, I'm just happy to see you smile again," Janet said, helping him straighten out his living room. Pleased to see her brother coming out of that dark hole he had been in for the past year. She knew nothing she said would ever take that kind of hurt away. It was something only time could heal. She just wanted to make sure he knew they were there for him. That whatever it took they would be there. Janet just wanted the opportunity to have that chance, not being shut out of his life like he has done the past year. "So... did I hear something about a date?" Janet asked coyly, lightly giggling as she saw her brother blush. She hadn't seen him blush that hard since he was thirteen when the neighbor girl that lived in the house to the left of them gave him his very first kiss. "I'm pleased to see you finally getting out of this house," she said, nodding her head when his living room looked presentable once again.

"Robbie, why is there junk cluttering this room?!" Janet asked confused, as she stood in the doorway that lead to the master bedroom.

"I turned it into a store room after that day," Rob said, as he walked out the door with the full bag in his hands.

"Why aren't you using..." Stopping herself when he shot her a look as he walked back in. "Right. I probably wouldn't want to sleep in the same room if Mark did that," she said, closing the door. "Then why haven't you moved if you can't stand living here?"

"Have you seen the market lately? I probably wouldn't get half of what I paid for this house if I sold it right now, and I'm so not being a landlord," Rob said, as he moved past his sister to tackle the kitchen.

"Well... how about we have a double date?" Janet asked, as she walked into the room.

"Do what?" Rob asked, looking at his sister as if she had grown a second head.

"What?!" Janet huffed; her hands rested on her hips causing her breasts to bounce beneath her blouse. "I'd like to know this woman's intentions she has for my adorable little brother. I'm not about to let another one from that family hurt you. Plus... me and Mark could use a night out." A little jealous of Kate, it's been years since Mark kissed her the way her brother had done with Kate. She hoped this would put a spring back into Mark's step, it was starting to feel like the months before she found those texts all over again.

"Uh-huh."

"Please Robbie, I'm not asking for much. A night out just the four of us," Janet pleaded.

"Sounds like a lot to me," Rob grumbled as he loaded the dishwasher.

"Please!" Janet pleaded as she batted her eyelashes at him.

"We'll see."

Rob's car door closed as he reached Kate's parent's home around six fifty that night. Looking in the back, noting the blanket and the picnic basket hoping Kate liked and enjoyed what he had brought along. While he did bring a bottle of wine along, he wouldn't drink more than two glasses because he was driving. Hoping they could get the best spot on the lawn to enjoy the music and each other's company... or that's how Rob hoped the night would go. Tugging on the lapels of his black suit jacket as he walked towards the front door. His deep blue dress shirt sat snuggly to his chest. His dress pants were nice and crisp as the polish of his dress shoes glinted in the light of the porch. Rob wanted this night to be etched into Kate's mind. He didn't know if it was going to go any further than this, due to her living in New York. Yet he could make this night one to remember. Releasing a pent up breath before his knuckles rasped on the door.​