"Do you like it?" he asked.

"I love it!" she said.

It was a double strand beaded choker. The beads looked like pearls and Brad had thought it would look stunning hugging her cinnamon-skinned neck. And he was right.

"Perfect," he said, as he closed the clasp and kissed her. "Just as I’d hoped."

"It’s beautiful!" she said, twirling it between her fingers. "Now you." She handed him a flat box.

He tore off the paper and the lid and dug through tissue paper. He grinned as he held his gift up in the air with both hands. It was a pair of silk underpants, bright red with a gold waistband, covered with bombs exploding and the words ‘KA-POW’ and ‘BANG’ and‘BOOM’ and ‘WOW’.

"Silk underwear!" he exclaimed. "I love it! I have a new favorite pair of boxers."

"I thought you would like it. Underpants that describe what it’s like going to bed with you."

"I can’t wait to put them on, so you can take them off."

He kissed her again and stood up and unbuckled his jeans and dropped them. He kicked off his shoes and yanked off his pants and socks. He stood in front of her naked for a moment as he removed a tag and took a sniff.

"Smells delicious. Like you." His dick was already half-turgid as he put them on.

They kissed again and their tongues became reacquainted. He kissed her face and her forehead and her neck. He nibbled on the name patch of her camo shirt and lipped her rigid nipple beneath the fabric as he unsnapped and unzipped her khakis. He pulled them off, then her top, then her skimpy bra. They lay side by side in full embrace, dressed only in silk shorts and a black thong, kissing, touching, feeling, their genitals aroused and ready to make up for lost time. The magic was back in an instant, as if no time had elapsed.

Maggie slipped her hand inside the silk and those undies were soon below his knees. Brad’s cock was hard and she wrapped her lips around it. She was an avid cocksucker. It felt hot and firm in her mouth, it slid all in and half out, over and over, while her left hand massaged his balls and her right middle finger prodded in and out of his asshole, all working in three-part harmony. His groin swung in time in an effort to reach new depth.

Maggie knew the signs, could tell when Brad was nearing climax. But she didn’t let it happen. Not yet. Her mouth vacated his cock and her fingers left his balls and rectum in a flash and she climbed aboard. She held his cock upright, sat on it, fed it into her wet, starved cunt.

"God, I want this," she wheezed. Her body began lifting and then dropping, up and down and up and down and harder and harder. "I want to feel it, I need to feel it. Fuck me Baby, fuck me hard. I’ve been waiting for this."

Brad grabbed her tits firmly with both hands and twisted her hard-rubber nipples between his thumbs and forefingers. He raised his groin as forcefully as he could, matching her movements, giving her the hard fuck she, they both, wanted. He wanted to again feel the warm rush of her cum surround his cock and flow onto his body, and to fill her with his sperm.

They kept their moans and groans on low volume as best they could but the bed was rocking. Springs stretched and screeched with their thrusts. Brad tried to slow and ease their movements to lessen the noise, but Maggie wasn’t going along with that, she amped up even more. Oh well, he thought, if they hear us downstairs, so be it. They’re gonna find out anyway, sooner or later.

They each came, seconds apart, with huge grins on their faces. Brad shot her the kind of load that feels like lava rising up, like an overloaded fuse, and burns its way out. Maggie had an orgasm to match. Her body quaked when she erupted, she hissed like a cornered cougar, and released her liquid love, a fat, healthy, saved-up dose, soaking the cock inside her and her lover beneath.

---

They slept late. Christmas morning, what’s the rush? They were still lying arm-in-arm when they heard Kate and Ethan leave the house, heading out for a day of visiting the aunts and uncles and cousins, as they did every Christmas. They had the place to themselves. They took turns in the bathroom and were soon back in bed. They kissed, they fondled, he got hard, she got wet, he fingered her, she stroked him. He noticed her hands were slick.

"Fuck me from behind," she said. Her greasy fingers wrapped around his cock. She rolled over and took his cock with her and he spooned her from behind. She pushed and jiggled his cock between her buttocks and pressed the head to her asshole. "Fuck me."

What a Christmas gift, Brad thought. He spread her open with his thumbs and pushed, and watched her asshole widen as her fingers guided him in. Her ass was well-lubed and muscled, and widened quickly to adjust to his cock as it entered her. This was a new experience for Bra, but he knew right away it was not new to Maggie. She was giving him her ass. New territory. He knew it was no small gesture and he would make the most of it, he would fuck the shit out of it. Well, hopefully not that.

He was halfway in when he really started slinging it. Maggie groaned loudly but with three lunges his dick was buried. Brad started banging that bottom, thinking: I love this woman, she’s amazing, but right now her ass is grass and I’m the lawnmower.

He sucked her earlobe while he pounded her butt and held her tits in his hands as if she might get away. God, it felt good, so tight but so smooth, the perfect fit, something he could get used to, if not addicted. It wasn’t long before he came, growling like a Grizzly and dropping his weight on top of her. He felt the squishiness of his cum surround the head of his cock.

He held her for a minute or two, his arms around her, his dick in her ass.

"You can take it out, now," Maggie said, after it had lost some of its girth.

"Oh, sorry," Brad mumbled. He removed his cock slowly and a rivulet of his cum came with it.

They held each other in bedded bliss. But Brad wanted to please her the way she’d pleased him, so he ate her until she came. Of course by then he’d been hard again for a while so he got on top and fucked her.

When they finally dragged their asses out of bed it was after noon, and they were starving. They went down to the kitchen and fried up some eggs and leftover ham and ate a big breakfast. They figured they’d both probably lost ten pounds overnight and needed it. They cleaned up the kitchen together, then went upstairs and got into the shower and cleaned each other. Maggie washed Brad’s cock really well, but soon had to have it in her mouth. And damn if they didn’t fuck again, right up against the tile wall.

Maggie went home after that. They knew Mom and Dad would be back soon. Sure enough, less than an hour later Kate and Ethan came home. The three of them had dinner together. Leftover ham and potatoes. After dinner Brad retired to his room upstairs. He would be leaving early in the morning. But before he went to bed he talked to Maggie for an hour on the phone.

"I miss you already," he said.

"I miss you too," she said. "I want to be with you."

"I want to be with you, too. Are we falling in love?"

"I think we already fell. I know I have."

"So have I. We have to do something."

"I know. What can we do?"

"Get a divorce."

"Yes, right," she said. "I need to do that. I will. I promise."

----

A few days later, Ethan and Maggie had a meeting at the store with a new vendor making a sales pitch. After the sales rep left, they talked about a couple other issues, then Ethan changed the subject.

"What’s up with you and Brad?" her father asked nonchalantly, taking Maggie by surprise.

"Huh? Why do you ask?" Maggie said.

"Well, I don’t want to pry, but Kate and I have noticed that you two have become quite chummy over the last year or so. And this past Christmas Eve, well, it was quite noticeable. We heard noises in the night that were, shall we say, ahem, unmistakable."

"Oh, I’m so sorry," she said, turning red. "We’ve been working up the nerve to tell you. Is Kate okay? We sure didn’t want to upset her, or you."

"She’s not upset by it, at least not anymore. It was more of a shock, him being your younger stepbrother, and all. We just hope you both know what you’re doing."

"I’m in love with him, Daddy."

"Huh. I see."

"I know it sounds crazy. All those years we never really connected, I never really knew him, but the last few… I don’t know. We’ve gotten closer, gotten to know each other. I know he’s younger, but, he’s so cool, we’re on the same wavelength, like it’s meant to be. Like you and Kate after Mom died."

This struck a nerve with Ethan. He’d never thought he’d get married again after Rosa died and he raised Maggie the rest of the way on his own. But that changed when he met Kate.

"How’s Brad feel about it?" he asked.

"The same." She was relieved that her father seemed to be taking it all in stride.

"So, what are you going to do?" he said. "You’re still technically married. And you are living in different time zones."

"I know. We have to work that out."

"Well," Ethan said, rising up from his desk. "Sounds like you two have your work to do on this relationship. If there is any way I can help, let me know."

"Sure, thanks Dad. Know a good divorce lawyer?"

----

He didn’t, but his attorney recommended someone. Agatha Mann.

"She’s the best, I’m told," Ethan said. "A real Alpha Female, she’s brutal, goes for the throat. Only represents women. They call her the Mann Eater."

"Dad, I don’t know if I need a man eater. We have no kids or assets to fight over. I just want to get out without a lot of hassles."

"She’ll take care of it. Call her."

So she did.

----

Maggie and Brad managed a two-day tryst in mid-January. They met in a small town roughly midway between the two of them. They got a room at the Red Roof Inn right off the highway and fucked their brains out from late Saturday afternoon until checkout time on Monday. They reluctantly parted and went their separate ways, without seeing any of the town, and sore in all the right places from their gymnastic exertions in the king bed.

They wanted to be together badly, but came no closer to a solution. Brad was an outdoorsman, and in his heart knew that sooner or later he’d be miserable if he moved back to the city. He explained to Maggie that he could put in for a relocation, but there were no guarantees, it could take many months if not years, and there weren’t any posts that much closer anyhow. Also, because his particular job was not one that most rangers wanted, living back in the woods a half-mile from the nearest parking, finding a replacement could be difficult and take time. He had promised that he would not leave unless they had his replacement ready to go. And Maggie had her own commitment to her job, and of course, her father.

So what to do? Brad would go crazy in the city, and was it fair to make Maggie leave her job, leave her father hanging, and move to the boonies?

They talked on the phone as much as they could, but even that was problematical. Brad had no signal back in the bush, so he’d have to drive to park headquarters to call her on his cell. His usual mode of communication in the forest was by two-way radio.

They mailed each other gifts for Valentine’s Day. Brad sent Maggie a very nice card, apt for a passionate lover and not a stepsister, two bangles to match the choker he’d given her, and had a dozen red roses delivered to her at the store. She sent him a sexy card too, and another pair of silk boxers. The boxers were white with red hearts of different sizes scattered about and four words in baby blue lettering: HOME OF THE WHOPPER.

Brad was sitting in his car that evening in the parking lot of the park headquarters. He’d picked up his mail and when he opened his gift he laughed out loud. God I love her, he thought, and he called her. She picked right up. They thanked each other, then it was I love you, I miss you, I want you. He had an erection in a few seconds and unzipped. He came in a couple minutes, and she described to him what she was doing to herself, and that she wished he was the one doing it to her, and he soon knew by her grainy breath that she had come too.

"God, I need you."

"Yes. I need you too."

"Can you get some time off?" he asked.

"I have vacation days coming. Why?"

"Would you come to visit? I could get some days off, and…"

"I’d love to," she said. "Thought you’d never ask."

"I could show you where I live, what I do, we can make it fun, but…"

"Brad. I said I’d love to."

They chose the days, a whole week in late March.

----

It would be Sunday-to-Sunday. Brad booked them a room in a hotel on the edge of town, just a few miles outside of the park entrance. He stocked it with champagne on ice. The room was on the second floor and had a bird’s-eye view of the parking lot facing the road. Brad had texted Maggie the hotel name, location and room number. He taped a large, yellow cardboard sign to the outside of the railing that read BRAD LOVES MAGGIE in large, red, can’t-miss block letters and a heart for the O, then sat in a chair on the balcony and watched for her.

The town was of medium size, big enough to have the amenities and services to fill the needs of its residents, but not so big that it was noisy, congested or polluted. There were a number of hotels, bars and restaurants to serve the numerous visitors that would spend a day or two before entering, or after leaving, the park, forest and mountains. There was a hospital, doctors galore, theaters, a river walk, even a small zoo. There was a small, vibrant downtown and the highway leading to the park went right down Main Street.

It was about five p.m. when Brad saw her car pull into the parking lot. He stood up and waved. Maggie’s face broke into a big grin when she saw the large sign draped across the railing. She found a spot right next to the building, not twenty feet from the where he stood. She got out of the car and looked up at him, her hand shading the sun from her eyes.

"Hey Sailor," she called. "Looking for a date?"

"Waiting on you."

"Nice sign, I could see it as soon as I pulled in off the road. But you can take it down now, I’m here."

"Naw, I’m gonna leave it up. I want everybody to know how I feel about you. Now get your butt up here."

"Ooh, bossy. I like that." She grabbed a small suitcase out of the backseat, locked her car, and headed for the stairwell.

Brad greeted her at the top of the stairs, took her bag and grabbed her hand and led her into the room. As the door closed and locked behind them, he put the suitcase on the floor and turned to face her. He took both of her hands in his and they both squeezed. Their eyes burned holes and their lips curled into relaxed smiles.

They kissed. Long. Their fingers untangled. Their arms surrounded their bodies, their hands wandered over backs and butts. Tongues tangoed and tasted again.

"Finally," Brad said.

"Yes. Finally."

"How was the drive?"

"Long."

"Is there anything I can get you? Anything you want? You want a shower, are you hungry?"

"Just fuck me."

----

They did a lot more than that. They spent the next four hours horizontal in bed, making hard love. Every inch of their bodies were treasured and caressed and all of their openings were penetrated by fingers and tongues and cock. Brad sucked her tits almost raw and pounded his love into her, into her mouth and cunt and ass. Maggie licked the length of him, sucked him like a Hoover on high, and tongued him. Their kisses were grimy with cum and funk, but still they went on and on.

They called out to have food delivered. They ate salads and shared a white pizza and drank champagne. They showered, got back into bed, fucked. They slept enwrapped, like rocks. In the morning they did it all again, thinking, this is wonderful, a whole week together. They made the most of it. They made love all morning and barely had time to shower by checkout time.

The afternoon was spent walking around town. Lunch at a local pub, and a couple Bloody Marys. They visited the shops, and bought them both some silk underwear. They walked the avenue, and then the side streets, checking out the neighborhoods. Finally they worked their way back to the main drag and ended up at the edge of town closest to the park.

"What’s that place?" Maggie asked, pointing to a vacant commercial property with a large for-sale sign out front.

"That’s the old Agway, the feed store," Brad said. "It closed up last fall. Why?"

"Oh, nothing. Just seems odd, being vacant and all. It sticks out. I haven’t seen another storefront that was empty. This town seems to be abuzz with business and activity."

"It is. It’s the last stop before people enter the park to hike, camp, raft, canoe, climb, explore, whatever. They spend their money on gas, food, lodging and whatever else they’ll need in the forest and the mountains."

"Hmm."

----

Back at the hotel, Maggie said wait a minute before they got into their separate cars. She pulled a large backpack out of the trunk and started transferring all of her clothing and other items from the suitcase to the backpack.

"I knew I’d be hiking in," she said. "Be a lot easier this way."

Brad smiled and shook his head. Good thinking, he thought, she’s amazing. She’s the one.

----

That was the beginning of a seven day love-fest. For a solid week they were never apart.

They hiked into his cabin that night. She loved the place. Simple, but comfortable. One big room, which was both living and sleeping space, and a loft. A small kitchen on one side, and the bathroom on the other. It was still chilly out, so they fired up the wood stove. It was warm. Brad had stocked the fridge and cupboards and they cooked a simple supper from what was handy. Deliciously filled up, they cleaned up, and made love.

The week flew by. Brad had taken the next two days off, so all they did was eat and fuck. Then he had to go back to work. Maggie tagged along as he went about his tasks and made his rounds, loving the freedom of the outdoors, breathing in the fresh, cool air, a pleasure after being cooped up in the store day after day. Brad was used to being on his own most of the time, so he really enjoyed her company, it made each day fly along. They talked and joked the hours away as he did his chores.

On Friday evening they hiked about eight miles to the crest of the mountain and made camp in the backcountry near the peak.They slept in a pup tent and awoke before dawn and climbed to the lookout where they held each other and watched the sunrise to the east and had a perfect view in all directions of the valleys below. Then they went back into their tent and made love until their mixed cum soiled the sleeping bags.

They checked back into the hotel on Saturday afternoon so they could have a night on the town and Maggie would have a better chance to get an early start for her drive home. They had seafood dinners at a nice restaurant overlooking the narrow river, then a couple drinks at a small bar where a jazz trio was playing. Their moods became more melancholy as the evening wore on because they knew this would be their last night together for some time. They walked back to their room hand-in-hand.

"I really like this town," Maggie said, as they neared the hotel. "Could you live in town if you chose to? Or do you have to live in the park?"

"Sure, I could live in town, plenty of the rangers do. Why, would you like to live here?"

"It’s something to think about."

Back in the room, they got ready for bed but didn’t plan on sleeping for a while. Maggie came out of the bathroom buck naked and crawled into bed, smelling of tangerines. Brad breathed in her sexy scent.

"Ooh Baby, you know what I like," he said, and licked her breasts.

Maggie giggled, and said, "I smell like this from head-to-toe, Honey. I want my man turned on. I want you in all my holes tonight."

Brad mashed his mouth onto hers and they were instantly sucking tongues and groping for genitals. His dick was already hard in her skilled hand. She rolled him onto his back.

"First, I’m going to suck your beautiful cock," she said.

She sucked on her middle finger for a moment, then rammed it up his ass with a jolt. She went down and wrapped her lips around his loaded cock and within seconds her lips were kissing his balls. Brad leaned his groin into her face in time with her and could feel the tip of his dick tapping the back of her throat. The sensation was intoxicating, and with the matching penetration going on in his asshole, he knew he was going to come big, and sooner not later.

Brad’s balls were a cauldron of hot cum. They went at it for only a few minutes before he knew that despite his best effort to hold it back, he was going to have to let it go. And you would have thought that after a week of constant lovemaking, his cumload might have been a little light. But it wasn’t; his body went into spasm and his tired pecker gave Maggie a healthy mouthful.

"Hmm, shrimp," she said as she tasted, swallowed and scooped a stray bullet of semen off of her chin.

That’s how they got started. But Maggie didn’t let him go limp. She climbed up and lowered herself onto him, surrounded his cock with her cunt and fucked him, squeezing her walls around his bloated member until she unleashed. And it didn’t stop there. Brad ate her pussy, then he fucked her until they came again.

Maggie went to the bathroom and returned with flavored lube. She wanted it up the ass. She slathered it on his cock and up inside her. Brad kissed her ass, licked her, tongued her, then put the head of his dick against her winking rim.

"Fuck me hard, Baby," she said. "I want to feel you for days."

So he gave her the biggest ass-banging she ever had. Maggie knew it too, her moans and groans were louder than ever, sprinkled with colorful language, and her body shimmied like a willow in the wind.

They didn’t get to sleep until very late. In the morning Brad had his normal hard-on, but he controlled himself. Maggie had a long drive and he knew he shouldn’t start up any shenanigans and hold her up. He let his boner subside and waited patiently in bed as Maggie showered and prepared to leave. It was a sad goodbye, but not a long one.

Brad kissed her long and hard through the window of her car, and copped one last feel. Maggie’s eyes were watering when they parted.

"We have to figure this out," she said.

"I know. We will."

"My divorce is moving along. Should be finalized in a couple months. Maybe sooner."

"That’s good. Sooner the better."

"I love you."

"I love you too."

Brad watched her drive away with watery eyes of his own.

----

They kept up their regular phone calls, and the theme of their conversations always revolved around their dilemma. They loved each other, they wanted, no, needed to be together. But they were both entrenched in their jobs 350 miles apart. Something had to give. Or somebody. Or both.

Finally they agreed on a plan. Maggie agreed to ease her way out of her job at the store, but it might take some time. She couldn’t leave her Dad hanging, at least until she trained a reliable replacement. She would move in with Brad, and they would live in the town outside the national park. Brad would notify his bosses that he would be moving out of the cabin and into town. They would have to find someone to take over for him as well. All this might take time, but she would finally be divorced and they could really start their life together.

After that, their phone talks were enthusiastic and upbeat. They discussed their progress transitioning from their jobs, and planned and discussed how great it would be to live together. To be together. The weeks flew by.

----

On a day off in Mid-June, Brad picked up his mail. Along with the usual assortment of bills and junk mail was a package from Maggie. It was a large bubble envelope. When he got back in his car he ripped it open. There was a greeting card and a flat, gift-wrapped box. He opened the card first.

It was a Father’s Day card. The card itself was basic, but Maggie had written him a short love letter on one side, telling him how much she looked forward to soon being together, and how lucky she felt that they had finally found each other, even though they’d both been right under their noses all along.

He picked up the gift, and had a good idea what it was before he opened it. And he was right: Silk boxers. With a big smile, he held them out in front of him. They were black with multicolored fireworks of varied sizes exploding all over them, and BIG DADDY written in big bold letters across the front.

It was too early to call her, she would still be at work. He went to the park headquarters and caught up on some paperwork, and killed time until she’d be home from work.

When he called, she picked right up. He thanked her for the gift. It was unexpected and a nice surprise.

"You’re spoiling me with all these pairs of silk underpants. My penis has never had it so luxurious," he said.

"I love your penis. I want to take care of it," she said.

"You do take care of it."

"If I was there with you, I’d be taking care of it right now."

Brad felt a tingle in his groin. "There you go, getting me all horny," he said.

"It’s what I do."

"Don’t I know it. Anyway, thank you very much for the gift. It made my week. I get a Father’s Day gift and I’m not even a father!"

"You will be, one of these days. I’m just getting into practice." There was a silence on the line for a moment, then she said, "Can you get off work next Sunday and Monday?"

Brad had a few days off saved. "Sure. Why?"

"We’re coming to visit. Me, and Mom and Dad. I’ve been talking to Dad about opening a second store, and a couple miles from the entrance to a national park and national forest seems to him like a good idea. He has been checking it out and wants to see it for himself. There doesn’t seem to be any real competition there that I can remember."

"Not much. There’s a sporting goods store, but their inventory sucks, and they have to special order everything. And the hardware store has some stuff, the basics anyway. If you opened a store there, and kept a lot of inventory in stock, you’d kick their asses. You’d be surprised how many people get here and realize how much gear they have forgotten to pack, and have to buy it. Expensive stuff.

"Is that vacant feed store still for sale?"

"Yep, I went by there today. The sign’s still up."

"Good. Call them and set up a showing to see the place on Monday, and any other commercial properties that might be available. I’ll book the hotel."

"Okay. I can’t wait to see you. I’ll try to keep my hands off you in front of our parents."

"So will I."

After they said their sexy goodbyes, Brad started the car and drove to town to get the phone number from the sign at the feed store. He pulled into the parking lot. He found a pen and paper in the glove compartment and was writing down the number when the news flash finally sunk into his brain. He had a radiating swirl in his stomach, goosebumps on his arms, and sweat on his brow. He looked at his phone. He had a good signal. He redialed Maggie. She picked up on the first ring, but didn’t say hello.

"Figured it out, huh?" she answered. "What took you so long?"

"Maggie, is it true,?" he stammered. "Are you, um…"

"Um I what? Can’t you say it?"

"Are you…, uh, pregnant?"

"I am."

"Oh my God. How long have you known?"

"A couple weeks. After all the sex we had that week I came up there to visit, we screwed like what, thirty or forty times? My birth control must have sprung a leak. Are you okay with it?"

"Are you kidding? I’m ecstatic. Shocked, but ecstatic. Have you told Mom and Dad?"

"No, I thought we’d do that together."

"It will be fun to see the looks on their faces. Their first grandchild."

"Last week was a good week for another reason, too."

"Yeah? What’s that?"

"My divorce came through. It’s final, I got the papers. I’m all yours now."

Brad sighed with relief. She would be his. His dick tickled at the thought.

"That’s good. I can’t wait to see you."

"Same here, Baby.Will you be all silky down there?"

"Of course. I take care of my penis."

"So will I," she whispered.

He was hard when they ended the call. He called the number on the sign and got the agent’s voicemail. He left a message. He said he wanted to see the feed store property, and any other commercial properties that may be available around town. He added that he and his wife were also be looking for a place to live. The guy called back within minutes, heard the plans, and said he’d get right on it.

Brad drove to the trailhead, parked his car, and pulled his backpack out of the trunk. It was heavy, full of groceries and canned goods. He hiked to his cabin, heated a can of soup for supper.

Knowing what he now knew, the soup was like ambrosia to his tongue. He ate it, licked the spoon and sipped from the bowl. His woman was coming home.

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