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That's why she was surprised when, on Wednesday afternoon, there was a knock on her door. She wrapped a blanket around herself - not getting dressed was one of the luxuries of hiding out alone - and went to answer the door. She almost jumped when she saw Paul and Margaret on the other side.
"Hi," Paul said.
"Oh, you poor dear!" Margaret fussed. "How are you holding up?"
"Uhh, okay," Paige mumbled. What were they doing here?
"So we tried to call, but ... "
"Oh, yeah," Paige nodded. "I've had my phone turned off. Quiet time, you know?"
"Can we come in?" Paul asked awkwardly.
"Right. Sorry," Paige stumbled. "Sure come on in."
"So we have some exciting ..." Paul began.
"Oh, you're going to be so thrilled!" Margaret put in. "Go ahead tell her, honey."
"We are going to Cape Hatteras," Paul announced proudly.
"Isn't that lovely?" Margaret cooed.
"Yeah," Paige said in a bored tone. "You guys will have a great time." Did they really come all the way down here to gloat about their vacation?
"Yes, I'm sure you will," Margaret giggled.
"That's right," Paul agreed. "Margie has her responsibilities at church and her quilting work is at a very delicate stage," Margaret nodded solemnly, "so she can't leave right now. So it will be just me and you."
"Me and you?" Paige asked incredulously. Paul whipped a computer printout out of his back pocket and handed it to her. It showed an adorable, little cabin in the middle of a gorgeous stretch of white, sandy beach. It was a printout from an online reservation app. It showed dates blocked out from June, through July, and August. "What about your job?"
"Well, the company is cutting costs, so they have been offering six months salary to anyone willing to take early retirement," Paul said proudly. "The other day I finally took them up on it!"
"You quit your job?"
"No worries. I can get my job back in a year when they realize there's nobody left who knows what they're doing," Paul chuckled.
"Cape Hatteras?" Paige asked quietly.
"It's not the same cabin we rented with mom and dad - I don't think that one is around anymore - but it's in the same area," Paul told her.
"You were lucky to get a reservation at all this late in the year," Margaret advised her.
Paige was speechless. Paul had forgiven her! More than that - he was taking her on an all-expense-paid dream vacation. She had always wanted to see Cape Hatteras again. Now she would have that chance. Just in time, as it turned out.
"I don't know what to say," Paige whispered. She could feel her eyes fill with hot tears.
"Oh, what a precious moment!" Margaret fussed. "Where is my camera? Wait, wait. Oh, phooey. I left it in the car. I'll be right back!"
"You're not mad at me?" Paige asked quietly when she and Paul were alone.
"Why would I be mad?"
"Well, you know. Because of what we did in your bedroom Saturday. I didn't mean to take things so far."
"Saturday?" Paul scratched his head. "What happened Saturday?"
"You know! How I went down on my knees and ..." Paige lifted her hand and mimed taking a cock into her mouth.
"Brushed your teeth?" Paul asked.
"Oh fucking nevermind," Paige grumbled. Paul had apparently repressed his memory of the whole event. What they had done couldn't be reconciled with his rigid moral code, so his brain made the whole thing go away. Of course, it didn't really go away. Like his repressed sex drive, it would come leaking out eventually.
"Anyway, this cabin is really great," Paul enthused. "It's fully furnished. Right on the beach. Just walk out the door and there's the ocean."
"Sounds awesome," Paige said trying to sound excited.
"There's only one bedroom," Paul went on. "But there's a king-size bed, so I thought we could share."
"Oh really?" Paige asked. Now that was an interesting development.
"Yeah," Paul nodded. "But we're brother and sister so that's not a problem, right?"
"Right," Paige replied with a bright smile. "That's not a problem at all."
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- COMMENTS
Anonymousover 1 year agoGreat story, and I hope Paul and Paige really live for the next few months, and Paul learns to live again with/ from Paige. That certainly feels like the unstated end of your story.
"her quilting work is at a really delicate stage," I love it!
Yeah, below, alternative medicine does not work in the ... belief systems ... of cancer.
Anonymousover 7 years agoGreat story! Thoroughly enjoying! Hope someday for a followup! Please make a cure for poor Paige!!!!!! That's a real heart breaker....
Anonymousover 8 years agoUnless it was one of those amazing dream sequences where Paige never had cancer.
Anonymousover 8 years ago..."I'll just put your things in Lucy's room," Paul interjected.
"Lucy's room?" Paige followed her brother down the hall. "What about the guest bedroom?"
"Oh, I've been sleeping in there," Paul chuckled. To Paige, his laughter seemed forced. "It's my snoring! It keeps Margie up at night."
@@@ "I'll sleep in the guest room brother, I need a room to myself. Your wife will just have to have faith that she can sleep through the night without hearing your snoring, that's a small miracle compared to praying for my cancer, right?? "
Lol. I snore pretty good but if my wife has a problem with it then she puts in earplugs! I'll be damned if I'm going to sleep anywhere but in my own bed because I snore!! @@@
"And you know," Paul began in his I'm-just-trying-to-help voice. It was a voice that Paige knew well. It was inevitably used to say something that pissed her off. "Prayer really can make a difference."
@@@ Hey, I totally agree, but the fucking pot can't call the kettle black when it's getting its ass burned too, lol! Or as the old saying goes 'get your own house in order' hehe. @@@
Oh, I love this one," Paige whispered when she came across Fingersmith by Sarah Waters. Little Lucy was full of surprises! Paige pulled the book off the shelf and leafed through the pages. It was a good thing for Lucy - and for Paige - that Margaret wasn't much of a reader either. "Your mom would totally freak if she knew what was in here."
@@@ Too funny!! Wonder if she's really at Bible camp? Hehe. @@@
Lucy," Paige grinned. She hadn't gotten high since college, but this seemed like the perfect opportunity. "You are my new favorite relative."
@@@ The funny thing about parents is that they only see what they want to see, lol. I roll my eyes every time I see a teen playing the rents @@@
Paul and Margaret had about three thousand channels, but there wasn't a thing worth watching on any of them.
@@@ same here, swy I've worn out CrunchyRoll, hehehe ;) @@@
She sat in the window and felt her cares floating away like the smoke she blew out into the night. The city looked so peaceful from this high up. She knew that was just an illusion. The city was a chaotic, dangerous place. At night more than ever. But it was a useful illusion. Just like the illusion of her troubles floating away on the wind. The troubles were still there, she had just temporarily stopped caring. Fortunately, she didn't care about that either.
@@@ I fucking wish! I still live in a backwards ass state that doesn't allow it for medical use, instead I'm stuck spending a small fortune, even with insurance, for high end pain meds that have all kinds of lovely side effects that fuck up your life just as bad as the pain you're dealing with. :( @@@
There was a huge can of something called Crisco, which Paige couldn't even identify and left alone
@@@ buhahaha! Apparently she doesn't cook much, ROFL! @@@
There is more to life than sex you know! Paul will understand that. He just has to pray and the Lord will give him understanding."
"You can't ask him to live without sex," Paige said, her voice dripping with contempt. "Human beings aren't meant to live that way. Shit, no wonder he's doing these crazy things in his sleep."
"Ha!" Margaret countered. "Look at the priests in the church. They take a vow of celibacy for life. You don't see them doing crazy sex things!"
@@@ Oh HELL NO!!! This bitch needs to die! A slow painful death, dammit! No sex?! Why the fuck hasn't he divorced her ass or just started bringing chicks home and fucking them in front of the chunky pig?! I sure as fuck would! Hell, he just needs to buy some (this is so wrong!) Leather restraints and tie her ass to the headboard every night and fuck her ass silly, right after he's committed the sin of burying his tongue in her pussy for half an hour and she's begging for it! EVERY night, and leave her tied up till morning, cause you have to have morning sex too! ;) @@@
Better?" Margaret was barely audible. She must be behind her own bedroom door. "You never admitted anything was wrong!"
"What do you want me to say, Margie?" Paul asked sadly. "I'm just a sinner like all of us. Can't you forgive me?"
"Goodnight, Paul!"
@@@ DUDE! Quit being such a huge fucking pussy and letting the bitch kick you out of your own bedroom! Tell the chick that either she starts fucking you on a regular basis several times a week or she can move the fuck out and you're divorcing her ass!! Her type would rather fuck you than admit her marriage is a sham and her husband divorced her! @@@
as there any way to avoid all that bullshit? Not for Margaret, obviously. Better to just mind your own business. Don't lose sleep over other people's self-inflicted wounds.
@@@ go fuck your brother!! What's the wife gonna do, cut him off from sex?? Hahaha @@@
od that felt good! In that position his fat cock would smash into her G-spot, driving her wild with pleasure.
@@@ if she's face down and tilting her hips up, there's no way he's hitting her g-spot! Maybe if he mounted her facing her legs. Lol. @@@
he was tempted to stay the rest of the night - it was so cozy and comfortable sleeping with the big teddy-bear - but no excuse in the world would save her ass if they woke up in bed together, naked, and coated in each others' bodily fluids. She adjusted her thong - it was shoved up into the crease at the top of her thigh - and went back to her own room.
@@@ I wonder if daddy's little girl gets stoned, puts on her little red panties and sneaks into the guest room so daddy can fuck the shit out of her? ;) @@@
Even so, Paige didn't feel the least bit guilty. She could only see good things coming from it. Paul was happier. She was happier - she was a fuck of a lot happier, honestly. Margaret was in her own little world and that suited her just fine. Besides, Paige rationalized, the universe owed her a little fun.
@@@ Hell, I'm with her! Everyone's happy, hehe, they get to fuck like rabbits and Mrs sterile gets to fucking play house! @@@
She had done the exact thing that always infuriated her when other people did it: she had forced her own values on someone else. Now Paul would never forgive her. He probably hated her, in fact. And she deserved it.
@@@ Bullshit. You didn't force your values on him at all, you wanted sex and he wanted an excuse to have sex and you gave him one! He obviously didn't stop you or push you away, lol! @@@
Paige considered telling the doctor that her affairs were beyond being put in order. Her affairs were, in fact, a complete disaster. Instead she just nodded and shuffled out the door.
@@@ Nice that the scab doctor didn't even offer to have someone take her home... Like she should be left alone right now:( @@@
he hardly left her apartment for days.
@@@ Days?!? Worthless fucktard brother didn't come over the same day?? ...and is his wife so vapid stupid she didn't even ask WHY she doesn't need more treatments? Gawd I hate the US medical monopoly being run by the pharma companies and blocking alternative medicine. @@@
Anyways, awesome story! ;) it is begging for a part two, even if the poor girl fucks herself to death! Lol (sorry, lot of cancer in my family so my humor is somewhat jaded;)
