European summer vacation with mom

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European summer vacation with mom”C’mere, are you lost?” said a female voice.I looked up from the travel guide on my tablet and smiled sheepishly at a woman about my age. “No. Just overwhelmed. I’ve been looking forward to vacationing in Europe for months and now that I’m here, I’m trying to decide what to see next.””Well first off, welcome to Cork,” she said as she held out her hand for me to shake. As we shook, she continued with, “It’s a wonderful city and I’m sure you’ll fancy it. Are you a Yank?”Was it that obvious I was an American? I guessed it was as I was wearing jeans and a Boston College T-shirt in Cork’s English Market with a large backpack on my back.”Yeah, from Boston. I graduated yesterday from Boston College, flew overnight to Dublin and then took the train down to Cork this morning.”She gave me a big smile. She was very pretty with long, dark blonde hair and pretty brown eyes. Tall and thin – I would guess 5′ 10” or so. She looked a year or two older than me. She was dressed in a simple royal blue dress. It had a conservative length and cut, but nicely showed off her figure and made her hair look stunning.I realized I was staring. “I decided to come here first to buy some food.””I don’t have to work till this evening. I could show you around for a while if you’d fancy.”Really? I’ve been in Cork less than an hour and a good-looking woman walks up to me and offers to show me around? “I’d like that very much.”This didn’t seem right. No, this was flat out incredible. I was a good-looking guy, but not good-looking enough that pretty women walked up to me and offered to show me around. Was she someone who worked with a partner to rob American tourists?”Okay,” she said. “Let me finish buying my bits and pieces, then I’ll take them back to my flat la and we’ll be off.” I followed her as she looked over some apples. “Why didn’t you leave your backpack in a locker in the train station? The best way to see Cork is on foot and that’s going to get heavy fast.””I don’t know. I guess I was too cheap to think of paying for a locker.””Well, it’s your feet and back. Oh, I’m Sinead Hayes.””I’m Noel Vaupel.” My first name is pronounced like “gnoll”, the race of humanoid hyenas in some fantasy games.”Noel is my father’s name.””Seriously?” She nodded her head. “I’ve never met another Noel.”I had hated my name as a k**. I had thought it was a girl’s name. Many, many k**s in school had taunted me with the same opinion. At one point, I tried to get everyone to call me by my middle name “Liam”. That had failed because my mother had refused to go along – “I named you Noel because I wanted to call you Noel.””Noel is a good Cork name. Where’s your family from?””All over Ireland.””But Vaupel isn’t Irish.””It’s Hessian. Hans Vaupel was a Hessian mercenary who decided to stay in America after the Revolutionary War. But I’m seven-eighths Irish.”During World War One, my great-grandfather James Vaupel had served in the First U. S. Division in France. There, he became best friends with Tip O’Sullivan of Boston and started corresponding with Tip’s sister, Rosemary. After the war, he went to Boston and married her. Somehow, the Hessian looks have bred true as I had black hair and dark eyes, same as my father.”What do you want to see in Cork?””I don’t know. I’ve always wanted to see Ireland, but I don’t have a list of sights to see. I want to kiss the Blarney Stone at some point. Mostly, I just want to see Ireland.”Sinead gave me a smile. She had a brilliant smile that melted me. As we talked, she picked out some fresh fruit, berries and vegetables. She paid for her food and we left the market.Sinead had a definite Cork accent. It was mainly how she pronounced her vowels, particularly before an “r”. I had grown up listening to a Cork accent so I knew eventually I’d hear a “th” become a “t” as in “think” pronounced “tink” and “three” pronounced “tree”. Mother would be “mam”, pronounced like the American “ma’am”. The Cork accent had a sing-song quality that made it very pleasant and I enjoyed listening to her talk.”What degree did you get?” asked Sinead.”Computer Science.””Same for me. From University College Cork last year.””Are you a programmer?””Aye, but I haven’t been able to get a job programming. I’ve been doing volunteer programming projects for non-profits.””What language do you use?””C. I write iPad applications using Objective C. And you?””M.””M? What’s that?””It’s a language that’s ten letters more advanced than C.” Sinead gave me a look that made it clear my joke had fallen flat. “It’s a language for high-speed data processing. The company I’m going to work for writes software for hospitals.””When do you start work?””September, the day after Labor Day.””Are you going to tour Europe until then?””Yes.””That sounds savage.” I took “savage” to mean “great”.”Should be fun if my money doesn’t run out.” I had a mission to complete in Cork before touring the rest of Europe. “What applications did you develop?”As we walked down the quaint streets of Cork, Sinead told me of the programming projects she had done to help non-profits help other people. From the way she talked, she clearly knew how to code and to provide solutions to her clients. I was impressed.”Here la,” said Sinead as we arrived at a three story apartment building. The buildings all abutted each other on this street and all looked like apartment buildings. She took out her key and unlocked the front door. “I’m on the second floor.” Next to the door was a set of buttons and the one for number 203 had a card that read “S. Hayes”.I was still wary about how friendly Sinead had been with me. At the same time, she was clearly a very smart, competent woman. Would someone like that lure Americans someplace to get robbed? If something bad was going to happen, this was where it was going to happen.I climbed the stairs to reach the second floor landing. Sinead started up the next set of stairs.”Where are you going?” I asked.”To the second floor, silly goose. I told you my flat was on the second floor.””This is the second floor.””Na, na. This is the first floor. Come on.”Sinead continued up the stairs and I was forced to follow her. When she got to third floor, she walked down a hallway past a pair of doors and unlocked her door. No noticeable signal to her compatriots that a rich American was following her. As I entered the hallway, I braced myself to flee at the slightest sign of company. Sinead went into her apartment – 203 – and left the door open for me. I stuck my head in and saw no one else. It was a small apartment – a single room with a kitchen area on the far side. No one else was in the room and there were no doors for someone to hide behind. I felt foolish as I entered her apartment. Shouldn’t she be worried about me jumping her once I got her alone?Sinead said, “I’ll put this away then we’ll be off.””How about I fix us some sandwiches for lunch?””Sandwiches sound good.”I sat my backpack down and went over to her kitchen area. Everything looked old and/or second hand. The area needed a good cleaning. Not up to the standards of what I was used to. I opened a box marked “Bread” and got out a loaf.”Do you have a knife for slicing the bread?””Aye.” Sinead handed me a massive bread knife that had seen many years of service.I thought of an old joke, smiled and then sang:I’m looking overA four-loaf cleaverThat I overlooked before!I glanced at Sinead and she looked dumbfounded.”Haven’t you heard that joke before?””Na, na.””Well, it’s a really bad joke and as I sang you the punch line, you wouldn’t find it funny. You’ll just have to read my mind to get the joke.”She shook her head with a slight smile on her face.”It’s easy to read someone’s mind. Let me demonstrate.” I set down the bread knife and put my right hand on her forehead. “Think of a country that starts with ‘D’. Got it?” Sinead nodded her head. “Now take the last letter of that word and think of an a****l that starts with that letter. Thought of one?” Again, she nodded her head. “Now take the last letter of that word and think of a fruit that starts with that letter. Do you have that pictured in your mind?” One last time, she nodded her head.I took my hand off her forehead, reached over to a fruit bowl and grabbed a fruit, which I held out in front of her. “You’re thinking of an orange, aren’t you?”She smiled, gave me a you’re-such-a-smart-ass look and then said slightly embarrassed, “Aye.”I smiled and picked back up the bread knife. “However, I’m not good at reading people’s minds on how thick they want their bread. Would this thick do?””A little thinner.”As I cut her two slices, I asked, “What kind of sandwich do you want?”She shrugged. “Peanut butter and jelly.””Have you ever had a peanut butter and banana sandwich?””Na, na.””I used to make them for my sisters all the time. Would you like to try one?””Aye.” Sinead seemed quite content to watch me work in the kitchen. “How many sisters do you have?””Two. Erin and Riley.” I set everything down, got out my tablet and pulled up pictures of them. “They’re twelve and ten. I’m more like a junior parent to them than an older brother.” I talked proudly as I showed Sinead my favorite pictures of them. When I was done, I went back to making the sandwiches. I took a banana out of the fruit bowl, peeled it, quickly sliced it and then arranged the slices on the peanut-buttered bread slices.”It looks like you know what you’re doing,” said Sinead.”I started cooking meals for my family when I was twelve. I enjoy cooking and I like to think I’m pretty good at it.” “Your mam must be proud of you.””My mom is dead.””Oh, na, na!””She died in an industrial accident at her work a year and a half ago.””I’m so sorry!” Sinead stepped up to me and gave me a big hug.I stood there, enjoying the hug, different feelings warring in my mind. I missed my mother still and I appreciated the consolation. At the same time, I was being hugged by a pretty woman who I was very attracted to. The contours of her bodying pressing against mine felt wonderful. I was maybe three inches taller than her and I could feel all of her best parts as they were pressed against me. Were all Irish girls this friendly? Or had she developed an attraction to me as quickly as I had developed an attraction to her?I played it safe and kept my arms by my side. When she ended the hug, I said, “Thanks.” I was touched by her concern, but at the same time it made me feel uncomfortable as I felt I was getting too attracted to a stranger. “Would you mind if I left my backpack here while we tour the town?””Na, na. We’ll come back here when it’s time for me to change for work.””Good. I’ll get out my daypack and I’ll carry our lunches in that.” I got my daypack out. I had planned on living mostly on sandwiches, fresh fruit and vegetables as I toured Europe, so I was prepared. I unzipped my lunch box and took out my sandwich carrier and took it over to the sandwiches.”What’s that?””It’s a sandwich carrier I made out of a plastic milk jug. I made smaller ones for my sisters.” Mine was big enough to hold two sandwiches. Sinead looked impressed, which made me feel flustered. “Would you mind if we took some of your fruit to eat? I’ll buy the drinks while we’re out.””I’d fancy that.”I finished packing our lunches, zipped up my lunch box, and placed my lunch box and my tablet in my daypack. If someone robbed my backpack while we were gone, they were going to be disappointed – it only had clothes and my toiletries.”Would you mind carrying my iPad?” Sinead asked as we headed out of her apartment.”Not at all.”I thought iPads were seriously overpriced, but I knew not to start that fight. I tucked it into my daypack next to my Android tablet as she locked the door.”Is there a country that starts with ‘D’ besides Denmark?” Sinead asked.”I don’t know. I didn’t take any Geographic Information System courses.”Sinead stuck her tongue out at me.* * * *We hiked all over as Sinead showed me Cork. It was a wonderful city; very different from Boston. The buildings were so old, built to be used for hundreds of years. The churches were gorgeous. Cork didn’t constantly tear down the old to make way for the new like Boston did. Every street corner seemed to have hundreds of stories that it longed to share with me.I took lots of pictures on my tablet. I got Sinead in as many of the pictures as I could. She had firm, toned legs and arms, but not the bulky musculature of someone who worked out with weights. I guessed she was physically active, probably a lot of it outdoors. With her conservative dress, I couldn’t tell much about the size of her tits, but they seemed good-sized.Lots of other guys checked her out. I was glad I checked her out subtly as guys openly checking her out made her obviously uncomfortable. Those were the only uncomfortable moments in our time together as we seemed to just click. There was rarely a pause in our conversation. When we hiked past University College Cork, Sinead told me stories of her college days and I told her stories of mine.We were taking a water break when Sinead asked me, “Don’t you like beer? This is twice you’ve bought us water instead of beer.””Oh, I like beer. However, I don’t like paying for beer. If you want to buy me a beer, I’ll happily drink it.””I’m so used to guys offering to buy me a drink.””Oh, I’m not a believer in the whole get-the-girl-tipsy thing. Women are too smart to fall for it. Instead, when I get them back to their apartments, I start cleaning their kitchens.” Sinead smiled. “I clean their counters and scrub their sinks” – I acted out the cleaning motions – “and they go wild.” Sinead laughed. “My experience is that a clean kitchen is an aphrodisiac for women.” Sinead was laughing hard now. “Women are like ‘Take me now, you big sink-scrubbing stud’.” Sinead doubled over.When she finally stopped laughing, Sinead said, “You’re so funny.””You’re a lot of fun to be with. Come on, we don’t have much longer until you have to go to work.”* * * *Around 3:30, we stopped in front of a restaurant in a trendy area a block off the River Lee.”This is where I work,” said Sinead. “Stay here. I’m going to ask for the day off.” Sinead disappeared inside. Several minutes later, she reappeared a little flush. “I got the day off.””Great! You’ve been a great guide and I’ve really enjoyed seeing Cork with you. How about I buy you dinner as a thank you? Someplace nice that serves traditional Cork food?”Sinead looked at me dubiously. I felt like I had said something wrong.”Well, okay.””Until then, let’s keep walking.”* * * *On our way to dinner – I had finally gotten Sinead to name a restaurant – Sinead asked me, “What was your mam’s favorite Irish dish to make?””Spaghetti.”She snorted. “Seriously.””Seriously, Mom hated to cook. She was all about getting food on the table with the minimum effort. I wouldn’t have been surprised if she had skipped cooking the noodles and poured the spaghetti sauce over the raw pasta.””I can sympathize. Is that why you took over cooking for the family?””Yes and no. It’s a long story.””I’d fancy hearing it.””Well, my parents almost divorced when I was nine. They fought about a lot of things, but the two things they fought about the most were money and cooking. Dad is great with a grill but useless in the kitchen. Mom hated cooking and hated that it was somehow her responsibility to cook.””It wasn’t her responsibility to cook.””She responded by wanting to order pizza and eat fast food, which led to more fights about money. Dad also complained about how all the fast food was making Mom fat. It was an awful, scary time.””Understandably.””Then they had a big reconciliation, things calmed down and they decided to have another k**. One day, my parents told me Mom was pregnant and that once the baby came along, I would have to do more around the house. When Erin arrived, I helped out in different ways but cooking was the thing I enjoyed the most. Mom was a good cook – she just hated doing it – so she knew how to teach me to cook. At first, I got the ingredients out for whatever recipe she was making. Then I measured them as well. Later, I started making simple things like pudding all by myself. As Mom did less of the cooking, she scheduled more complex, better-tasting meals. Dad criticized Mom’s cooking all the time, but he never criticized mine. The more I cooked, the less fighting happened.”I looked over at Sinead. I had been wrapped up in my memories and hadn’t been paying attention to her. Was this boring to her? She was staring raptly at me, so I continued.”A year after Riley was born, Mom decided she was going to lose a lot of weight. She joined Weight Watchers, but she hated the weighing and the counting. One day, she came to me, showed me the Weight Watchers books and told me to figure out how to keep her on the diet. From then on, I did the menu planning. My parents gave me the grocery money every week and it was up to me to spend it wisely as whatever I didn’t spend was mine. My mom lost weight, the fights over money stopped and they were much happier; kissing and holding hands a lot. Probably the two biggest reasons their marriage improved was that my dad got a big promotion and that my mom got a better job. Still, every time they got lovey-dovey, I felt proud of my contributions to strengthening their marriage.”Sinead seemed stunned by my story. Then she leaned forward and gave me a kiss on my cheek. “That’s the best story I’ve ever heard.”I blushed. “That’s how I learned to cook. And that’s how I learned to be cheap. I’d always buy what was on sale and figure out how to make a meal out of it. My sisters learned to forget about name brand snacks as store brand were just as good. I saved my money so if there was an emergency expense, I could help out. And every time I did help out, my parents sang my praises.””Here la,” said Sinead as we arrived at the restaurant. I was starving, having worked up a big appetite walking all over Cork.Dinner was awkward. I had had such a great day with Sinead that I was happy to spend a lot of money on her, but she seemed somewhat withdrawn throughout dinner. It was the first time all day when the conversation didn’t flow easily.When the check arrived, Sinead said, “I’m going to pay half.””I’d said I’d pay for dinner. I want to thank you for being such a great guide.””It’s not how I want to be thanked. I’ll pay half.”I thought about offering to pay more than half as she probably wouldn’t have chosen this restaurant if I hadn’t offered to pay, but I decided to let it go.After we left the restaurant, I said, “Let’s go back your place. I’ll get my backpack then go to the youth hostel.””Okay.”We walked quietly towards Sinead’s apartment. I was slightly depressed – the day had been so great until dinner time. I felt like something wonderful was slipping away for reasons I didn’t understand.Sinead asked, “You aren’t angry that I paid for my half, are you?””No. A little surprised, but not angry.””Fellas ask me out to dinner all the time. It’s gotten to the point where being asked out to dinner upsets me. It makes me feel like the fella is trying to buy my attention.””I’m sorry. I had no idea. I was just trying to say thanks.””I know, but it still bothered me. That’s why I insisted I pay my half.” We walked along quietly for a bit. “You know what would be a great way to thank me?””No clue.””You could clean my kitchen.”I laughed. “I was joking when I said that.””I know. I laughed at it, but what made it funny was how much I wanted my kitchen cleaned.””I’ll gladly clean your kitchen on one condition.””What?””You let me use it tomorrow morning. I’ll leave the youth hostel early enough to get to your place for breakfast.””Tomorrow? What are you going to cook?”The magic seemed to be coming back to our conversation. “I don’t know. I’ll figure it out while I’m cleaning your kitchen.””I’m sure it will be better than the boring toast and jam I always have.””I promise it will. And after breakfast, I’ll go to Blarney Castle. Care to join me?””If you’re willing to get back to Cork early enough for my work. I can’t threaten to quit if they don’t give me the day off two days in a row.”She had done what? Maybe she was attracted to me.”That’d be fine. I think I’ll enjoy seeing the castle more with a local guide.”We continued talking and now the conversation flowed easily. I had screwed up by asking her out to dinner, pushing her to pick an expensive restaurant and then forcing her to spend more of her money on dinner than she probably could afford. Talking with Sinead felt so easy, but there were obviously a lot of things I didn’t know that could lead to problems.I suddenly realized how little Sinead how told me about herself. She hadn’t said anything about her family or where she had grown up. We had talked a lot about programming, classes and college life, but she had shared nothing about her life before college.Near Sinead’s apartment, I pointed out a handmade sign in a store window that said, “Parking for costumers only”. We were soon almost crying from laughing so hard. As we turned a corner, I moved close to her and suddenly her hand was in mine. I didn’t know if she had grabbed my hand or if our hands had come together by accident, but she didn’t let go and I certainly didn’t. Her hand felt warm and wonderful in mine. It was like our relationship had passed a turning point, but neither of us wanted to mention it. We held hands the rest of the way to her apartment.In her apartment, I started cleaning her kitchen by taking everything out of her pantry. Everything that was expired went into the trash. “If you can’t remember using something in the last year, throw it away.” She didn’t have a big pantry so it didn’t take me long to empty it. I cleaned all the shelves. Things had been placed randomly in the pantry before, so I discussed with Sinead how to organize the pantry and then put the remaining items in their right spots.Next, I cleaned out her refrigerator, again looking for expired items. It was small, not much bigger than what I had had in my dorm room. I cleaned all the shelves, put everything back and then cleaned the outside.”For breakfast tomorrow, how does cinnamon French toast with minced berries sound?””Savage.”I cleaned the rest of the appliances, the counters and the sink, then swept the kitchen floor. While I cleaned, Sinead got out cleaning items for me and held the dust pan, but for the most part watched me work. I poured some hot water into a pot, added some white vinegar, and got on my hands and knees to scrub the kitchen floor. The kitchen area was small, so it didn’t take long.Once the floor was clean, I stood up and suddenly felt very tired. I staggered over to the couch and collapsed. “I’m beat. Maybe it was all the walking or maybe it’s the jet lag, but I’m exhausted. Please call a taxi for me. I can’t walk to the youth hostel.””Stay here. You can sleep on the couch.””That would be great. I hope you don’t mind, but I need to go to sleep now.””Na, na, that’s fine. I’m going to stay up for a while, but I’ll try to keep the light to a minimum. The bathroom’s down the hall. Here’s the key. Go there, do what you need to get ready for bed, and I’ll tuck you in when you get back.”I dug out my toothbrush and went down the hall to a small, locked room with a toilet and a sink. I used the toilet, washed my hands, brushed my teeth and staggered back to Sinead’s. It was like I had used up all my physical strength cleaning her kitchen and I could barely keep myself upright.I stumbled towards the couch, but Sinead steered me towards a small bed against the wall.”I don’t feel like digging out my extra blanket and sheets just yet, so I’ll tuck you in here for now and move you to the couch later.”I stripped down to my underwear and got into the bed. Sinead gave me a kiss on the forehead and soon I was fast asleep.* * * *I woke in the middle of the night. At first I was startled – I was in a room I didn’t recognize in a sleep position I wasn’t used to. I quickly remembered that I was sleeping at Sinead’s. I had expected to wake up on the couch, but I was still in her bed. I was on my left side with my back against the wall and my left arm stretched out straight in front of me. Sinead was asleep in front of me, laying on her side and facing away from me. Her head was on a pillow partially laid on my arm. My right hand was on top of her side, a little above her waist. She was wearing a shirt of some sort, but the covers kept me from telling anything more. She had obviously chosen to sleep with me. Maybe she hadn’t been able to rouse me to move me to the couch? Regardless, it felt good sleeping with her so close. I drifted back to sleep.* * * *When I awoke in the morning, Sinead and I were in the same positions. I laid there for a while, content to be this close to her.It was crazy to think how we had gone in less than a day from strangers to sleeping together. Yesterday had been the best day of my life. I had never hit if off so well with a girl. Was she as attracted to me as I was to her? I decided to not push it, to let what happened happen. I would hate to ruin such a great relationship by making a move she wasn’t ready for. As dinner last night had shown, I knew too little about Sinead and could easily do the wrong thing while trying to do the right thing.Sinead woke, then quickly rotated onto her back and turned to face me. She smiled at me. God, she had such a dazzling smile. “Last night, you didn’t give me a chance to thank you for cleaning the kitchen. Thanks so much. You did an incredible job, far more than what I was expecting.”When Sinead had rotated onto her back, my hand had come to rest on her stomach. As she thanked me, she slipped her fingers into mine. I took that as a very good sign.”Good. You were a great guide yesterday and I wanted to express my appreciation.”I stared at Sinead’s face, drinking in her beauty. She had gorgeous dark brown eyes with long dark lashes and thin, dark brown eyebrows. Her nose was large enough to have character, but not too big. Her face was oval-shaped for the most part, with a pointed chin that nicely framed her smile. Her beauty seemed to pull me forward.I was starting to move my face towards hers when Sinead jerked on my hand to pull me close. She raised her lips towards mine then we were kissing. I kissed timidly at first, not wanting to rush anything. Sinead ran her left hand across my bare chest. I responded by running my hand across her stomach. I slipped my hand down and discovered she was wearing a long shirt of some sort that came down to her mid-thigh. I moved my hand down and softly stroked the bare skin of her lower thigh. Her skin felt so soft and smooth. Touching her made me rock hard.As our hands explored, Sinead slipped her tongue into my mouth. My tongue wrestled with hers and then hers retreated so mine could follow into her mouth. I slide my hand up under her shirt and up towards her stomach. Sinead raised her bottom up so her shirt could ride up her body. Soon, I was running my hand over her trim, firm stomach while Sinead was running her fingers through my chest hairs, stopping occasionally to play with one of my nipples. Sometimes, she would quickly run her fingers through the hair on my head before returning it to my chest.I broke the kiss and went back to resting my back against the wall. I slipped my hand out of her shirt and laced my fingers in hers again. I had no doubt where this was going, but I couldn’t resist savoring the feeling of being on the brink.”I don’t have a girl back in Boston. After my mom died, I went into a mild depression that lasted until January. I had a girlfriend when my mom died who wanted to keep the relationship going, but I told her that I wanted to grieve with my family. When I finally came out of the depression, I started planning this trip. It didn’t make sense to begin a relationship when I was about to leave the country for over three months.”Sinead shook her head. “Every other fella I’ve known would be groping me and pulling my panties off and you’re telling me you don’t have a girlfriend?” She gave me a good-humored smile, then narrowed her eyes. “Was that your way of asking if I have a fella?””Yeah, but I did think you would like to know I was unattached.””What if told you I’ve a fella who’ll be home this afternoon?”She had said that in a teasing manner, so I decided to tease back. “I’d feel bad for a few seconds, then I’d fuck your brains out.”Sinead laughed. “Spoken like a true fella!” She turned serious. “When I graduated, I couldn’t get a programming job. Most of my friends left Cork for places where they could find programming work like London and Germany. A friend of mine at Apple here in Cork promised me she’d get me a job there. So I took a couple of unsatisfying jobs and did volunteer programming. A few months after graduation, my friend got me an interview at Apple. It went very well and I was very excited. Then the hiring process dragged out for months. I went on a few dates during that time and they were flops. Three months ago, the Apple position came down to me and another person and they hired the other person. I was crushed. I decided to leave Cork as soon as I could afford to. So I haven’t looked to start a relationship.”Sinead’s face took on a determined look. “Let me set some ground rules – I’m in charge. We do as much as I want to do and no more. When I say stop, we stop. When I say we need to leave, we leave. Understood?””Understood.” I’d agree with anything at this point.”By the way, I looked up the four-loaf cleaver joke last night and it was really dumb.” I chuckled. She raised up and gave me a quick kiss on the lips. “Enough talking. I’m getting hungry and I’m looking forward to the cinnamon French toast with minced berries.”I laughed. She pulled on my hand again and I fell forward to kiss her. Her tongue slid into my mouth. I dropped my hand down and brought it up under her shirt. She arched her back so I could raise my hand up high enough up to cup her tit. Sinead moaned into my mouth. Her right hand cupped my balls. We kissed and groped for a while. Sinead slipped her hand into my underwear and wrapped her hand around my cock. It felt so damn good.”I’m going to explode,” I said.”Can’t make a mess, can we?”With that, Sinead dived towards my crotch while pulling my underwear down so she could take my cock into her mouth. She bobbed her head up and down several times and then pulled up to swirl her tongue around my head.”Jesus, that feels good.”Sinead slipped my cock out of her mouth, then dragged her mouth down one side of my cock and back up the other. As she returned to bobbing her head up and down, I threw the covers off of us the best I could do. Sinead slipped my underwear down my legs as she continued her ministrations.”You’re so good at that.”Sinead took my cock out of her mouth and said, “I enjoy knob gobblin’,” before devouring it again.I tried to strip Sinead naked, but I couldn’t manage it while she vigorously gave me head. I contented myself with my rubbing my hand over her pantie-covered ass.The wonderful sensations overwhelmed me. “I’m cumming!” I cried. Pleasure exploded over me. It had been so long since I had sweet release like this. I shot my load down her throat. She kept bobbing her head up and down as she sucked down each spurt of cum. It was the best blowjob I had ever had.Once I stopped cumming, Sinead stood up and started taking off her night shirt. “I’m on birth control,” she said as the night shirt cleared her head, exposing her beautiful tits to my view. “So you don’t have to worry about leaving anything behind in Europe.” Her tits were a nice size; no sag as they stood proudly on her chest. She stripped off her panties, revealing a full but neatly trimmed light brown bush. As soon as she laid down on the bed, my head was between her legs. Her pungent aroma told me she was already wet.”I like a fella who knows how to make a wan happy,” she purred. I remembered that “wan” meant “woman”.I was determined to do my best to make her happy. I ran my tongue up and down her slit to get a taste of her wetness. I liked the taste. I had always liked eating girls, getting them to squeal before fucking them. I made a wide circle around her clit to get the whole area excited. Then I explored her clit and the area around it with the tip of my tongue, listening to her breathing to try to figure out what she liked best. When her pants got regular and loud, I slipped my finger into her cunt. That brought a loud gasp. I pumped my finger in and out of her slowly while I made tight circles around her clit. As her juices coated my finger, I increased the speed. Her pants and gasps told me I was doing something right. It wasn’t long until I felt her body bucking underneath me.”Oh! Oh! Oh! OOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHH!”I held on lightly as Sinead’s orgasm rocked her body. Once she had collected herself, I moved to take her in the missionary position.”Stop,” said Sinead. “I’m in charge, remember. Lie down on your back.”I laid down on my back as I was told. Sinead climbed on top of me, grabbed my cock and guided it into her as she mounted me. Being in her mouth had been great, but it was nothing like being in her cunt. She was tight, slick and hot. The pleasure was so intense as she slid herself up and down my cock. I grabbed her ass with both hands to help her fuck me.As we fucked, I couldn’t help but admire her beauty. Her skin was smooth and flawless. Her tits looked perfect to me as they swayed gently in rhythm with her body. Her gorgeous face looked even more attractive now that it was filled with lust.”You’re so beautiful,” I told Sinead.She gave me an impish grin and said, “Shut up and fuck me good.”I continued slamming her the best I could, but I couldn’t get much leverage on the bottom. “If a good fuck is what you want, let’s try something different.””What?”The couch being right next to us gave me an idea. I had Sinead stand up then bend forward to rest her head on the couch. I came up behind her and slid my cock into her cunt. We were in a standing version of doggie-style. She was tall enough that it was comfortable fucking her like this. I grabbed her hips and pulled them towards me as I plunged my cock into her. I went back to fucking Sinead steadily.”I’ve never fucked in this position before,” said Sinead.”Neither have I. You inspired me.””I like it. And I’m glad I inspired you.”Her body was quite the inspiration. Her long, slim back was laid out before me and her long, beautiful hair was splayed out haphazardly around her shoulders. She felt so great as I increased the pace, fucking her faster and faster.”Oh, Noel! Oh, God! I’m loving this!”I loved it too. Standing up like this gave me a lot more freedom. I could feel my balls swinging back and forth as my hips rocked backwards and forward.”Oh! Oh! Oh!” Each time I slammed into Sinead, she said, “Oh!” Each slam made a wet slapping sound. It was such a delight fucking this wonderful girl.I fucked Sinead for a while with a steady rhythm. I was working hard at giving her a good fuck, panting and sweating. I knew I was close, so I picked up the pace and fucked her harder. The slapping sound got louder and my balls swung more and more.”OH! OH! OOOOOHHHHHHH!” yelled Sinead as she came. Her scream of pleasure tipped me over and I felt my balls explode with another cum. My hips slowed as I pumped shot after shot into her. I finally collapsed forward, wrapping one arm around her as I held myself up with the other.”That was a great way to start the morning,” I told Sinead.”Now for the cinnamon French toast with minced berries.”* * * *We were waiting for the city bus to Blarney Castle when I asked Sinead, “How many miles is it to Blarney Castle?””Kilometers. It’s about eight kilometers.””Oh. Okay.” I thought for a moment. “How many miles is eight kilometers?”Sinead shook her head. “Catch up with the rest of the world.”* * * *The grounds of Blarney Castle were quite large, but the castle wasn’t. The Blarney Stone was set in a wall below the battlements of Blarney Castle. Though we had arrived early, a good-sized line had already formed to kiss the Blarney Stone. To kiss it, you have to climb to the top of the castle and then lean backwards while holding on to a couple of iron bars. Sinead told me that long ago to kiss the Blarney Stone, you had to be dangled by your ankles over the castle wall. Did I really want to kiss a rock that all of these people in front of me had slobbered on? Of course! Everyone back in Boston would give me such grief if I visited Ireland and didn’t kiss the Blarney Stone.Sinead and I chatted with other people in line as we waited. Sinead was wearing a simple white blouse which emphasized her lean body and ample tits, and a gray knee-length skirt which nicely showed off her small, firm ass. I was in a great mood. Sinead raved about the breakfast I had made her.”So I’m your fella now?” I whispered into Sinead’s ear. She had described me as “me fella” in the last conversation.She blushed and then whispered back, “It sounds a lot better than the fella I met yesterday. I can’t believe I met you only yesterday. Do you mind?””No, I’m glad,” I said in a normal voice. “What fella wouldn’t be?”That got me a big smile and a kiss. “I really like you,” said Sinead.”And I really like you.”As we continued in line, Sinead asked me, “Have you sent a postcard to your sisters yet?””No. I hadn’t thought about sending them a postcard.””You should. You should send them one every day. You’re off having a great adventure in Europe and they’re stuck at home.”I shrugged noncommittally.Eventually, we made the climb up the castle. Sinead helped me bend backwards to reach the stone. It seemed like every other rock I’ve ever kissed – not that I’ve kissed many rocks – and I didn’t feel any different after kissing it.”You were full of malarkey before,” said Sinead once we were by ourselves. “You’re going to be even worse now.”I bowed. “And all the Irish girls love malarkey. Or at least the only one I care about does.”* * * *Sinead and I hiked along a trail through the castle grounds while holding hands, stopping regularly to take pictures. My legs were a little sore from all the walking yesterday and it felt good to stretch them out. A beautiful day to be in a beautiful place with a beautiful girl.”What’s with the you’re-the-one-in-charge bit?” I asked.”The fella is always in charge. It was fun to be charge in bed for once.””But there’s more to it than that.”Sinead shrugged. “Yesterday, I had planned to be your friendly tour guide for only a few hours. Then I wanted more.” Sinead blushed a little. “But I knew nothing about you. If you had demanded that you be able to tie me up and have anal sex with me, I wanted no problems when I refused.””I’m not into weird stuff. I just want to have fun, and I have a lot more fun if you’re having fun too.” We continued down the path, the dirt crunching under our feet. “Has somebody demanded that of you?””Na, na. He didn’t demand it, but he did pressure me hard and then offered me a lot of money to do it. It was a scary, unpleasant time.””I can see that.””But the everyday things can be almost as bad. I’m very organized. I have a list in my head of all the things that need to be done. Do you know how long we have to walk around here before we have to catch the bus to get me to work on time?””No clue.””I do. When we did the tour yesterday, I had a list of places to go in my head, how long each would take and a rough map of where everything was located. I got you through the sights most efficiently.””I kind of noticed that. You did a great job. Thanks again.””So when I tell a fella it’s time to go and he shows me he’s in charge by saying there’s time for another pint, it makes me angry. I feel disrespected.””I’m easy, Sinead. If you want to be in charge, you’re in charge. If you want to sing me lullabies at night, sing away. The happier you are, the happier I am.”Sinead squeezed my hand. “That’s good to hear. I need easy right now. I hate feeling out of control and I’ve felt that way since I graduated.”We walked in silence down the path to a fork. We were at a small triangle-shaped lake. We took the left fork which was longer but had more trees. I kept smiling all the time. The grounds were lovely and the flowers in bloom were pretty, but I knew I was so happy because I was holding hands with Sinead. Normally, I didn’t like big silences but I was floating on a cloud and didn’t feel like struggling to come up with something to talk about.”I need a programming job,” said Sinead. “I’m a programmer. Programmers get a lot more respect than waitresses. The last couple of fellas I’ve gone out with couldn’t accept that I was a programmer and kept treating me as a waitress.””Well, they were stupid. You haven’t gotten paid yet for your programming, but that doesn’t determine the quality of your code. What matters with programming is can you solve the problem in an efficient, robust manner and it sounds like you’ve done that twice.” Sinead squeezed my hand. “How are we doing for time?””We’re doing fine.””Do we have time to stop at the gift shop for a postcard?””If we pick up the pace a bit,” said Sinead. Then she shouted, “Race you!” as she took off running down the path.* * * *One thing I enjoyed about Sinead was that she never asked about “us” or “the future”. I didn’t know how long I would be in Cork – it depended on how my mission went. I could be ready to go somewhere else tomorrow evening. Most of the girls I had gone out with would be pestering me now about how much longer was I going to be with them and what would happen when I left. What was the point of worrying about questions that had no answers? My favorite Bible verse is the one about worry not about tomorrow, for today has enough troubles of its own. With Sinead, I just wanted to enjoy being with her now.We went back to Sinead’s apartment for her to change for work. Sinead gave me a list of places to visit while she was at work. I had intended to spend my second day in Cork working on my mission, but it was too late in the day to start. I stopped at the first few places on her list, but touring Cork wasn’t nearly as fun without her. I gave it up, found a park where I could sit in an area with wifi and did stuff on my tablet. What I really did was think about Sinead.I’d always thought “love at first sight” was a myth, a literary shortcut to get two characters in love without wasting time showing them actually falling in love. It wasn’t love at first sight with Sinead, but it was close. I hadn’t felt anything special about her when I first saw her and I wasn’t in love, but I had fallen for her in record time. She made me happy like no other woman had ever had. She was everything I wanted in a woman and more. I was trying to keep my feelings for her in check as I knew I’d be leaving her and Cork soon. Once I was traveling, I’d hopefully find another girl, preferably a tourist like me. However, my mind kept coming back to how I could extend my relationship with Sinead. Maybe she could come visit Boston once I went home? I wouldn’t have any vacation time to spend with her for a year. Could she come over for Christmas and New Years? She’d certainly want to spend Christmas with her family. Maybe she’d like to come take a week vacation for me once I had some? That would be fifteen months from now – both of us would probably be dating someone else by then.I went back to the apartment in a sour mood and waited for Sinead. When she got home, she wasn’t in the mood for lovemaking. “I’m never fit company when I finish work.” I guessed she got a lot of unwanted attention at work, guys who’d leave her a big tip and then ask her out to dinner. Instead, we sat on her couch and did stuff on our tablets until we were ready for bed.Once we were under the covers, Sinead sat up and sang softly:Lullaby, lullaby,Sweet little baby,Don’t you cry.I had laughed after the first line, but I listened quietly to the rest of the lullaby. Sinead had a good singing voice. When she was done, she gave me a soft kiss on my forehead before snuggling into my shoulder.”You’re a silly goose,” she said softly, “but you make me happy.”I felt a delicious glow as I fell asleep.* * * *The next morning, we made love. We finished with me sitting up on the couch while Sinead rode me while facing me. I loved watching her tits bounce as we fucked. It was a position I had seen many times in porn but neither of us had tried it before. We seemed to bring out the adventurous in each other.”I’m going to my other job today,” announced Sinead. She seemed embarrassed. “Twice a week, I’m a toilet attendant.” She rushed on. “It’s an easy job that pays decent and without it, I couldn’t afford this flat.””But you didn’t grow up dreaming of being a toilet attendant?””Na, na. But you have to take life as it comes.”I was fine with being on my own today as it was time to work on my mission. All I knew about my mom’s life before she came to the U.S. was her date of birth, her maiden name of Margaret Murphy, she was born in Ireland and that she had had a Cork accent. She had refused to discuss her life in Ireland. My mission was to find out about it.In January, Dad had suggested I go to Cork and find out about my mom’s Irish life. I was beginning to come out of my depression and the thought of having a mission helped pull me all the way out. My mom’s death had been so meaningless. She had been a chemical technician at a small chemical company. Somebody had stored some chemicals incorrectly and the subsequent explosion had killed her. The coroner had said chemicals had sprayed all over her body and then burnt her to death. When Dad suggested the trip, he pointed out that Mom would have never tolerated me going to Cork to poke around. We both had felt that if I could find out her history, why she left and maybe meet her family; it would give some meaning to her death.I hadn’t mentioned my mission to Sinead because I believed Mom had left because of some scandal. I wanted to find out why she had left without stirring up the scandal again. It was probably stupid to keep my mission a secret, but I didn’t see how keeping it a secret could hurt.My mother had been nineteen when she arrived in Boston. Schooling in Ireland is similar to the Harry Potter books in that c***dren went to a primary school and then a secondary school – the equivalent of Hogwarts – when they turned thirteen. It’s five to six years to finish secondary school as it is common to skip the fourth year. So Mom would have been a recent secondary school graduate or possibly one year out of school. Sinead had graduated from college one year before me even though she was two years (and two days) older than me because she hadn’t skipped her fourth year.Mom had met Dad three months after she arrived and I was conceived two months later. My parents married when Mom was seven months pregnant. As I was now 22, which meant Mom had finished primary school 23 or 24 years ago.I had copies of three of Mom’s engagement photos. She had been very attractive then with light brown hair and brown eyes. The pictures were only of her face as Mom and Dad hadn’t wanted her pregnant belly in the pictures. Based upon my short time in Cork, she looked like she came from the Cork area with hair, face type, and body style bahis firmaları similar to a lot of the people I’ve seen. Her Cork accent had almost disappeared before her death, but her accent when I was k** was like Sinead’s.My plan was simple – go to the secondary schools in the Cork area, look at their yearbooks from 23 to 25 years ago and look for pictures of Margaret Murphy which were similar to Mom’s engagement photos. I would say I was looking for a friend’s dad’s picture. No one should notice that I was digging around into Mom’s possibly scandalous past. Once I knew her school and the names of some her classmates, I would figure out what to do next.Irish secondary schools were in session in May. I dug out a folder from my backpack which had Mom’s photos, a list of Cork secondary schools and a map of where they were located. I found the closest one and figured out how to get to it. I then made my lunch, put everything I needed in my daypack and set off.* * * *I entered the secondary school and went into the school office.”Hello, my name is Noel Vaupel,” I said to the school administrator who greeted me, a woman who looked to be around sixty. “I’m an American visiting Cork. The father of a friend of mine is from Cork and he would have graduated from secondary school 23 or 24 years ago. I promised my friend that I’d try to get some pictures of his dad from his yearbook. Could I please see your yearbook from 24 years ago?””A yearbook?” she asked with a confused look on her face”Yes, your yearbook. Do you have your yearbooks from back then?””What’s a yearbook?”We were off to a bad start. “It’s a book published by the school which has a picture of every k** who attended that year. It has pictures of teams and clubs too. You have something like that, right?”She gave me a look which made it clear she I thought I was spouting gibberish. “Na, na,” she said very slowly. “We don’t have anything like that.””You don’t have something you give the k**s as a memento of their year here?”She continued to look at me with total incomprehension. “Na, na. We don’t give them any mementos.””Would other secondary schools have yearbooks?”Another blank stare. She slowly shook her head before saying, “Na, na. Not that I’m aware.””Well, thank you very much.”I went outside, not knowing what else to do. My plan had seemed so clever back in Boston. It had never crossed my mind that Irish secondary schools wouldn’t have the equivalent of yearbooks.Maybe other secondary schools did. I didn’t have any other plan, so I decided to continue with my old one and hope for better luck at the next school.At the next secondary school, I got the same look of total incomprehension. I went to a third secondary school and got the same response. I got the feeling that I would have had better luck if I had asked about what druidic rituals the students had done 25 years ago.I went to a library and tried to think of alternative plan. Could I call up people named Murphy and ask them if they knew of a Margaret born 42 years ago who had moved to Boston when she was 19? How common of a last name was Murphy? I asked my dear friend Google and found out “Murphy is the most common and widespread name in Ireland, especially in County Cork.”Fuck!I should have known all this before I came here. I should have asked people in Boston if my plan made any sense. But I had been so smart, so secretive.Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!There was no point in worrying about it now. It was almost three and Sinead would be home a few minutes after five. I wanted to have a great dinner waiting for her. My favorite Weight Watchers recipe was for Steak Diane and I had made it numerous times for my parents to celebrate their birthdays and anniversaries. I was going to make it tonight for Sinead. I had to figure out a couple of sides. Perhaps a bottle of wine to go with it. Sinead didn’t want me to take her to an expensive restaurant, but I could make her that quality of a meal. After dinner, I’d ask her for ideas on how to find Mom’s past.* * * *”That was incredible,” said Sinead after she finished the last bite of steak. “I don’t think I’ve ever had a better meal.”I smiled, pushed my chair away from the table and leaned back into it. I felt satisfied – the meal had turned out as I had hoped and Sinead had raved about it the whole time we ate. “Well, I think you are incredible and wanted to make a meal that would make you happy.””Happy?” Sinead pushed her chair back and stood up. “You don’t make me just happy, you know.” She walked around the oval-shaped dining table. “You make me crazy.” She sat on the edge of the table in front of me. “Do you know who I thought about all day today?” She started doing something with the top of her dress.”The Pope?”Sinead snorted. “You. I have known you for three days now and I can’t stop thinking about you.” Whatever she had done had loosened the top of her dress and she pushed it down. “Let me show how happy you make your crazy woman.” Sinead unhooked her bra and tossed it across the room. “Come suck your crazy woman’s tits.””You’re in charge,” I said as I stood up.”That’s right,” Sinead said as she guide my mouth to her right tit. “And don’t you ever forget it.”As I sucked on her right tit, I cupped her left. I loved the feel of her tits. Her tit perfectly filled my hand.”Oh God, Noel. You get me so hot.”I took that as a challenge to get her hotter.I released her tit and kissed her, ramming my tongue into her mouth. I put my arms around her to support her back as I slowly tilted her backwards. She fought me at first, then relaxed. I kept one arm around her back and used the other arm to clear the table behind her the best I could. Sinead kept pushing her dress top down until it was bunched up around her waist. I broke off the kiss and started nibbling on her neck while grinding my crotch into hers. She was lying back far enough that she could support herself on the table using her elbows. I kept one arm around her back to support her while using my other hand to steady her as I dry humped her crotch.”This is so crazy,” she said. “So fucking crazy.”I had no plan in mind. All I knew was that I wanted this sexy woman here and now.”Stand up for a sec,” Sinead told me.I stood up while keeping my crotch pressed into hers. Sinead twisted while continuing to mostly lie on the table and grabbed the bottle of red wine. She poured a little wine over her right tit. “I’ve spilled, Noel. Would you lick that up please?”The wine was running down her chest and heading towards the dress bunched around her waist. I intercepted it with my tongue and then slowly licked up her chest until I reached her tit, which I sucked into my mouth.”I feel another spill coming on.”I released her nipple and pulled back to watch her pour some wine on her left tit. I watched it run down her chest until it got close to her dress, where once again I intercepted it and followed it with my tongue back to her tit.”My dress is going to be such a mess. Let me take it off.”I backed away from the table. Sinead stood up, stripped off her dress and her panties. As she got back onto the table, I took my clothes off.”I see another wine spill about to happen,” said Sinead as she grabbed the wine bottle again. This time, she guided the bottle downward and poured a small amount of wine between her cunt lips. “Lap that up, won’t you?”I dived in like a man desperate for fluid. Sinead was sopping wet. The wine and her juices made for an interesting flavor combination. I licked and sucked, licked and sucked while removing glasses and dishes from the table the best I could. Sinead was fully stretched out on the table with her butt right at the edge of the table and her legs bent sharply at the knee. With my arms, I supported her legs the best I could.After a couple of minutes, she grabbed my ears and pulled me up. “Fuck me. I need to be fucked right now.”I stood up, lined up my cock and plunged into her. She was so wet that I easily slid all the way in.”Oh, God!” she moaned.Sinead arched her back and reached above her head to grasp the edge of the table. She was the perfect combination of beauty and a****l lust. I grabbed her hips with both hands and slammed into her. The table squeaked beneath us. I pulled back and slammed, pulled back and slammed. I quickly fell into a rapid rhythm of fucking.”Oh! Oh! My God, aye! Oh!”I moved her legs into different positions as bending them sharply looked uncomfortable. I slipped my arms under her knees and spread her legs out wide. I let her feet hang down below the table top as I supported her legs with my arms. I eventually raised her legs straight up so that her feet were above my shoulders. The table squeaked, squeaked, squeaked as I continued to pound her hard.”Oh God! Oh! Oh! Oh!”This fuck was the wildest and most intense in my life. I hoped it was as awesome for Sinead as it was for me and that she would be cumming soon as I knew I wouldn’t last much longer.Thankfully, Sinead’s moans rose in pitch. “Oh! OH! OH! OOOOOHHHHHHH!”I felt her cunt tighten on my cock. At the same time, I felt my balls tingle and then I was cumming too. Squeak, squeak, squeak went the table in time with my spurts.With my cock still buried in Sinead, I leaned forward and wrapped my arms around her. I lifted her off the table and staggered the few feet to the couch. I flopped down on my back as slowly as I could with Sinead above me.”That was craziest thing I’ve ever done,” said Sinead.”It was the most memorable meal I’ve ever had.”Sinead gave me a small punch on my chest. I continued to hold her in my arms. She felt so good next to me. She burrowed in a bit, putting her head on my shoulder.”This last few days have been so crazy,” said Sinead. “Noel…I want to ask you…Well, I should tell you something first. I didn’t meet you by accident in the English Market.””You didn’t?””Na, na. Let me back up. When I didn’t get the job at Apple, I decided to move to Boston as soon as I could save enough money. I know it’s very expensive to live in Boston and I was worried about how I could afford to stay there. So I came up with the idea of trying to befriend Yanks from the Boston area. Take them round, be friendly with them. Then I’d ask if I could stay with them when I moved out to Boston.””Sounds reasonable.””Three days ago, a friend of mine called to tell me that this cute fella wearing a Boston College shirt was headed towards the English Market. She kept an eye on you until I could get to you. Normally I would never walk up to a fella and start talking to him, but you seemed like a golden opportunity.””I am. ‘Golden Opportunity’ is my middle name.”Sinead chuckled. “You’re so silly. Here’s the thing.” Sinead shifted so she could look me in the eye. “I don’t wait to stay with you in Boston. I know this is really rushing things, but I want to live with you in Boston.””Live with me?””Aye, as me fella. I probably should have waited to bring this up, but I kept thinking about it while you were fucking me. I want to be able to do crazy things with you every night.””I’ll have to talk to my roommate.” I barely knew my roommate Doug. He was a friend of a friend of a friend who had a job near where I was going to work. We had gotten the apartment together in May, I had slept there a few nights between when classes ended and I left for Ireland. We hadn’t discussed the possibility of girls moving in. He may want me to move out and find a replacement roommate. Which I would be happy to do if it meant I got to live with Sinead.”Can you call him now?””No. I didn’t bring my phone with me.” Roaming charges would have made carrying my phone cost-prohibitive.”You can use my phone.””I don’t know his number. Don’t worry about it. We’ll fly to Boston together, I’ll introduce you to Doug and once he has met you, we’ll bring up that you want to live with me. What we need to do now is get you a ticket for my flight.””I’ve wanted to go to Boston all my life, and now I’m going to do it.””Why have you wanted to go to Boston?””To find my mam.” Sinead jumped off of me and sprinted over to her small desk. I admired her long legs, firm ass and strong back. “I’m adopted. My birth mam was a single mother. She never told anyone who my father was.” Sinead took an unmarked binder off the top shelf of her desk and opened it on her desk. “When I was about a year old, she turned me over to my grandmam and flew off to Boston. No one has heard from her since. Her cousin Noel and his wife eventually adopted me and I call them Mam and Dad, but they aren’t my parents.” I stood up and walked towards the desk. Sinead pointed at a 8 1/2 by 11 picture in a clear sleeve that was the first page in the binder. “Here’s a picture of my mam with me. Her name is Margaret Murphy.”I recognized the face instantly. I had a similar picture in a similar binder in my backpack. It was my mom.And that meant Sinead was my half-sister.”I have lots more pictures of her.” She started flipping pages. “Do you think I look like her?” I didn’t answer as I was in a state of shock. “I think I have a little of her looks, particularly her nose.”I had just fucked my half-sister.Sinead kept flipping pages. Occasionally, she said where the picture was taken or who else was in the picture. I said nothing as I had no idea of what to say. My mother kept getting younger in the photos. I recognized a lot of the looks in the photos – here was Mom laughing her laugh, here was Mom upset that someone was taking her picture without her permission, here was Mom with her “smile for the camera” fake smile.I had just agreed to have my half-sister live with me.I stood dumbstruck as she went through all of the photos. “So I’ve always wanted to go to Boston to find her, to tell her that I forgive her, to tell her that I want to be her daughter and her to be my mam.” She looked up from the pictures to me. “Finding her is the most important thing in the world to me.” Sinead gave me a hard hug. “And I’m finally going to be able to thanks to you.”I didn’t hug Sinead back as my mind was in a whirl. Then I had a new thought – Whoa! Whoa! You’re jumping to conclusions!My mom was a great mom and she never would have abandoned me or my sisters. If Sinead was her c***d, she would have brought her to Boston.And wouldn’t Dad had known if Mom had had a baby before? Seen some telltale signs of a prior pregnancy? I didn’t know what. Dad had been very honest about his relationship with Mom when he suggested that I go to Cork, so I’m sure he would have told me if Mom had been a mother prior to my birth.And come on – Ireland has over 4.5 million citizens. It’s implausible that literally the first person I talked to would be my secret half-sister.Sinead’s mom was probably only someone who looked a lot like my mom with the same name. I had already found out that Murphy is the most common name in County Cork. Margaret was probably also a very common first name. Both women looked alike because they both wore the same hair style, which was probably a popular hair style in Cork at the time. Similar looks in pictures taken over a year apart proved nothing.I was certain that if I found out any facts about Sinead’s mom like her birthday, they would prove Sinead’s mom wasn’t my mom. I couldn’t ask Sinead what her mom’s birthday was as it would sound weird and she’d ask why I wanted to know. Now that Sinead had told me about her mom, she probably soon tell me more about her. Until then, I wasn’t going to worry about it – the odds were prohibitively against her mom and my mom being the same person.My thoughts were interrupted when Sinead said, “Look, I’m guessing you’ve done all you want to do in Cork. How would you like to go to my parent’s farm? It’s an hour bus ride from here. I could show you around where I grew up.””That sounds great.”That would be great – a chance for me to discretely find out for sure if Sinead’s mom and mine were different people.”I have to warn you that my mam’s a prude. We aren’t going to be able to sleep together. She’s not going to understand my wanting to live with someone I met three days ago. Would you mind if we pretended we’re just friends?””No, that’d be fine.””My dad has hinted he would help me out financially if I ever moved away from Cork. But the money would be from my mam as she controls the purse strings. For most of the day tomorrow, my mam will be at a weekly charity event she goes to so I’ll be able to introduce you to my dad and ask him for money without her around. I’ll show you around the farm and the town, and it will be a lot of fun. When my mam and my brothers get home, we’ll have to be civil to them. Don’t defend me or get in a fight with them! I’ll be the dutiful daughter, have a civil but unpleasant evening with my family and we’ll come back here first thing the next morning.””You’re in charge.””Thanks. I don’t feel in charge around my mam or my brothers.””How many brothers do you have?””Three. They’re much younger than me. All of them are in secondary school. We fight a lot, but it’s not serious – typical sibling tussles. It’s my mam that I can’t stand. I’ve always been a disappointment to her. She had wanted a girlie-girl who would wear frilly dresses, play with dolls and be best friends with all of the girls nearby.””And you weren’t that way?””Na, na. I didn’t want to play with dolls, I wanted to operate farm equipment. I’ve always gotten along better with boys than girls. When I was thirteen, I kissed a boy for the first time and that opened up a whole new battlefield. We’ve always butted heads.””Going to your parent’s farm sounds like a great way to see more of Ireland.””One last thing – I haven’t told anyone in Cork that I’m adopted. Being abandoned by your mother is very hard to talk about. So don’t mention it to anyone. I only told you because I’ll need your help to find my mam in Boston.”* * * *The next morning when we woke, Sinead wiggled her ass on my cock. I kissed her and ran my hands over her body. As we made out, part of my mind was deciding that it had been ridiculous to have thought we had the same mom. As I ate Sinead out, I wondered at my taking the idea seriously the night before. There was no way, I decided, this hot Irish babe that I was fucking doggie-style could be my half-sister. When we were done, I thought about telling Sinead about this crazy idea I had had the night before, but I didn’t know if she would think it was funny.On the bus ride out to her parents, Sinead called her dad and told him when we would be arriving. He agreed to pick us up, as the farm was a long walk from town.”When I say I’m going to Boston, the elephant in the room will be my birth mam,” said Sinead. “None of my family will approve of me going to look for her. I’m not going to bring it up. Hopefully, they won’t bring it up as well.”When we got off the bus, Sinead ran over to her dad and gave him an enthusiastic hug.”Dad, this is Noel Vaupel.”I shook hands with Sinead’s Dad. He was tall and thin with short blond hair that was graying. Strong handshake, no warmth in his smile. He seemed to spend a lot of time looking me over.”I met him a few days ago. He’s a Yank. I showed him around Cork for a wee bit and I offered to show him around our farm. In return, he’s offered to let me stay with him in America until I can get established.”We headed towards his car.”Where you from?” asked Mr. Hayes.”Boston.””Many k**s named Noel in Boston?””No. I’m the only one I know of.”He was quiet after that until Sinead asked for the latest farm news. I listened to them talk.* * * *”This is the farm’s newest tractor,” said Sinead.It was huge. I climbed up the long ladder up to the cab. I had no idea tractors were this big. Sinead scrambled up behind me. There were two seats in the cab. I sat down in the passenger seat and Sinead sat in the driver’s. She told me the specs for the tractor and all of the state-of-the-art features it had. I was amazed.”Can I take him for a ride?” Sinead called down to her dad.”Na, na. I need to prepare a field for planting. I’ll take you both out.”Sinead sat down on my lap. I wanted to give her hug, but I remembered we were to be just friends.Mr. Hayes fired up the tractor. The engine roared and the whole tractor throbbed with power. How many pickups could it out pull simultaneously in a tug of war? We backed out of the shed and started down a road that led out to the fields. Mr. Hayes came to a sudden stop.”Sinead, I left my phone in my office and I’m expecting an important phone call. Would you run and get it for me please?””Dad, it’s a long way from here to the office.””I know, darlin’. Please?””Okay, Dad”.Sinead hopped off my lap, opened the door and gave me a look that she knew something was up. She climbed down the ladder and jumped to the ground.As soon as she started running towards the house, Mr. Hayes said, “You’re Noel Liam Vaupel, son of Margie Murphy, my cousin.””I am Noel Liam and my mother’s maiden name was Margaret Murphy, but I doubt she was your cousin.””She is. She named you after me. She used to send me a picture of you once a year with a letter. I still have the last picture of you she sent. You were probably around nine or ten.” He rattled off a string of facts to prove that my mom was his cousin – Mom’s birthday, my birthday, which toe of Mom’s was angled funny because she broke it as a c***d. “How she’s doing?””She’s dead. Died a year and half ago in an industrial accident.””I’m sorry to hear that.” He looked away for a while. “And you came here to meet her family?””I came here to find out about her history. She never said anything about her life in Ireland.”Mr. Hayes nodded and then yanked his head towards the house. “Sinead’s your half-sister.”My guts twisted into a ball. I couldn’t deny it now.”You’re going to help her live in Boston?””Yeah. I’m going to arrange for her to stay at my dad’s. He has an empty bedroom now that I’m out of the house.” That was the story Sinead and I had agreed on to cover how involved we were.”Good. She has no future here in Ireland.””Why did my mom leave Ireland? Why didn’t she take Sinead? Why didn’t she try to contact Sinead?””I can tell you what I know, but you have to make me some promises.””Okay.””First, you have to promise to take Sinead to Boston.””She’s already talked to you about money.” I had gone for a walk around the farm to give Sinead some time to talk privately with her dad. “She’s going to buy her plane ticket today. We’ll fly to Boston together when I’m done touring Europe.””Good enough. Once you get to Boston, tell her what I’m about to tell you. Not a moment sooner.””Okay.””And tell her to never come back to Ireland. There’s no future for her here. She’ll be much happier in Boston.””That’s…harsh. Really?””Really. Promise it or I’ll tell you nothing.””I promise.” Like I have a choice.”Swear by all that is holy.””What?””Swear by all that is holy.”Man, he was serious. I held up my right hand. “I swear by all that is holy that I’ll take Sinead to Boston, that I’ll tell her what you are about to tell me once we are there and no sooner, and that I’ll tell her she’s to never come back to Ireland. So help me God.””All right.” He let out a big sigh. “I’m Sinead’s biological father. When I was nineteen and Margie was f******n, we were at a family gathering. I’ve always been good with machinery and a****ls, but not so good with people. For whatever reason, Margie took a shine to me. We slipped away from the family to do something and the next thing I knew she was kissing me. She was so beautiful, the prettiest girl for kilometers. One thing led to another and we were soon no longer virgins. I knew it was wrong, but I couldn’t resist her. After that, we would get together once every week or two. She was on the pill, so we didn’t have to worry about her getting pregnant. Each time, I would try to resist her. Each time, she’d smile at me, touch me and then I had to have her. Our affair lasted for three years.””I graduated from University and got a job on this farm. The farmer’s two eldest sons had moved to Dublin. He was afraid his daughter Maeve was going to do to the same. Maeve was the same age as me. The farmer encouraged me to court Maeve and when Maeve agreed to go on a date with me, I told Margie that we were definitely finished. Maeve and I got along well and soon we were engaged.””I was heading to town one day when I saw Margie walking along the road. A spring rainstorm had caught her by surprise and had soaked her. I decided to give her a lift home. Once she got in my car, it was like old times – I couldn’t resist her. She got my blood boiling, then I was between her legs, pounding away. Maeve has never filled me with lust like Margie could.””I felt bad about cheating on Maeve, but I eventually shook it off as my last fling before married life. But Margie hadn’t mentioned she had stopped taking birth control after we broke up. At my wedding reception, she whispered in my ear that she was pregnant with my c***d.””It was a nightmare for me. If Maeve found out that I had knocked up my cousin while I was engaged to her, my marriage was over. Margie eventually got so big that it was obvious she was pregnant. Her mam demanded to know who the father was. Margie refused to tell her. Your grandmam is a real hellion…” My grandmother? It was hard for me to remember that this was a story about my mother as it sounded like a completely different person. “…and their fights were the talk of the town. Her mam would scream at Margie loud enough for the neighbors to hear that she had dishonored the whole family. Margie would scream back just as loud that it was none of her damn business. I prayed every night that Margie would keep our secret.”Mr. Hayes swallowed deeply. “One day while Margie was out of the house, your grandmam found some love letters I had written to Margie. Margie had told me that she had destroyed them, but she had instead hid them someplace where she felt her mam would never find them. Your grandmam invited me over to repair something and confronted me with the letters. I confessed everything. When Margie got back, your grandmam told Margie that she knew all. Margie said that she loved me, that she was thrilled to be having my baby and that she would have more of my babies. I had thought their screaming matches had been intense. Their whispered fight that happened afterward was ten times worse.””Your grandmam forbid me from seeing Margie again.” He sighed. “You have to understand that my family was poor and had been for generations. I had married into money and was using my position to help the other members of my family. Margie was threatening to not only ruin my marriage, but to bring down financial ruin on our whole family.””I don’t know what happened between Margie and your grandmam after that. Sinead was born and before she was a year old, Margie turned her over to your grandmam and flew off to Boston. Your grandmam told everyone she would never return and she didn’t. Your mam never discussed it in her letters to me. I always destroyed a letter as soon as I read it, but I kept your picture until the next one.””Maeve took a liking to Sinead – she was a cute baby – and felt that she needed a better home than what your grandmam could provide. She talked your grandmam into letting us adopt her. Maeve has tried to be a good mother to Sinead, but Sinead has never appreciated all that Maeve has done for her. She’s always been fascinated with Margie, asking people for stories about Margie and pictures of Margie. She’s always made it clear that one day she would go to Boston to find her. For a few years while Sinead was in secondary school, she stopped calling Maeve ‘Mam’ and called her ‘Maeve’. That hurt Maeve badly. I finally convinced Sinead to go back to calling her ‘Mam’.”Mr. Hayes sighed. “Still, the damage is done. Sinead and Maeve fight like cats and dogs. k**s need a lot of financial help now days to keep their heads above water, but Maeve refuses to help Sinead. I think I can convince Maeve to help Sinead financially to move to America, but it’s going to be a tough sell.” His voice took on some extra urgency. “But that doesn’t matter. Sinead has to go. She has to leave Ireland. If I can’t get money from Maeve, I’ll borrow some from friends. Sinead has to get on the plane with you as you promised me.””She’ll be on that plane.”After that, we were quiet. I watched Sinead in the distance jog towards us. Mr. Hayes’ story was a huge amount for me to digest. My world had been turned upside down. My mother had not been the person I had thought she was.”Does anyone else know about you and my mom?””Now that your mother’s dead, only you, me and your grandmam.”I wasn’t surprised. At the same time, I wished there was someone else to talk to. Maybe my grandmother? How could I get some time alone with her?”My mom stopped sending pictures?””She stopped writing. Said that writing to me was hurting her marriage. I never wrote her. I never kept her address. Too dangerous.”Sinead was close enough that I could see the phone in her hand. When she was about thirty feet away, her dad said, “Remember, not a word to Sinead until she’s in Boston. By all that is holy.”Sinead opened the door, handed her dad his phone and then sat down on my lap. “Did you have a nice talk while I was gone?” she asked.”A very pleasant talk,” said Mr. Hayes. “You’re friend here is quite the gentleman.”Yeah, a gentleman who’s fucking your daughter, my half-sister.* * * *Sinead borrowed a car and she drove me around. She showed me the primary and secondary schools she attended. We went to the main street of the nearest town and looked at the shops. I was glad she was driving as it gave me an excuse to not hold hands with her. That and we were supposed to be just friends. I paid attention while Sinead talked. Otherwise, I thought about my mother. Our mother.Cars in Ireland drive on the same side of the road as England, which is the opposite of all sane countries. I thought I was going to die multiple times on the drive. Every time Sinead made a turn, I’d think You’re driving on the wrong side of the road! And a car is coming!. Riding in a bus in Ireland hadn’t bothered me, but driving in a small car was a white-knuckle ride for me.As we drove down one street, Sinead pointed out a house. “See that white house la? My grandmam lives there. I lived there until I was adopted.””Let’s go in. I’d like to meet your grandmam.”Sinead shook her head. “If I introduce you to her, she’ll know I’m going to Boston to find my mam. We’ll have a big row. I don’t want to fight with her.”We drove around town a bit more. I got the feeling that Sinead wasn’t showing me the town so much as she was saying goodbye to it.”Time to go back to the farm and have you meet the rest of my family.”When we came into the house, two boys were studying on the dining room table.”Jamie and Luke,” announced Sinead. “I’d like to introduce you to a friend of mine.”They jumped up and came over to meet me. Another boy appeared out of the kitchen.”This is Noel. Noel, this is Jamie, Luke and Aaron.”We all shook hands while Sinead said, “Noel is from Boston. We met four days ago.” Has it really been only four days? “When the summer is over, we’re going to go back to Boston together and he’s going to help me get situated.””A Yank, huh?” said Jamie. “You had your heart set on seeing an Irish farm?””Has Sinead shown you where she works?” asked Luke. “She’s in charge of the nicest jacks in all of Cork.””She can show you which jack the Lord Mayor’s wife uses when she needs to take a dump,” added Aaron.”I’ve shown him lots of Cork,” said Sinead. “But, little brothers, I haven’t shown him where I work.”The “little brothers” dig made them wince. Jamie was almost as tall as Sinead, but the other two were clearly shorter. All three of the boys were unusually broad in the shoulders compared to the Irish men I had seen. A little short for a linebacker, but that general build.The four siblings kept up the constant battle of wits, with the three boys trying to embarrass or make fun of Sinead and Sinead constantly putting them in their place. In all seemed good spirited, but it made me uncomfortable.A door opened. “That’s mam!” said Jamie in a quiet voice. The three boys dived back into their homework.Mrs. Hayes turned the corner and entered the living room.”Hello, Mam,” said Sinead in an almost formal tone. “I’d like to introduce you to a friend of mine. He’s Noel Vaupel and he’s from Boston.”Mrs. Hayes strode forward in a regal manner and stuck out a hand, which I shook. Nobody would think she was the biological mother of Sinead as she was short and stout with the manner of an English bulldog. “I’m very glad to meet you, Noel.” We exchanged pleasantries for a bit. “Vaupel is your last name? What brings you to Cork as you’re not Irish?””I’m seven-eighths Irish.”We made some more small talk, which consisted of Mrs. Hayes making some judgmental statement and me trying to establish that I’m a decent individual.”Time to make dinner,” said Mrs. Hayes. “Coming, Sinead?””Aye, Mam.”Once Sinead and Mrs. Hayes were in the kitchen, the boys slackened up on the pace of their studies.”How many times have you been to a Celtics game?” Luke asked.”Six.””Have you ever seen Kobe play?””Once.” As a loyal Celtics fan, I hated Kobe Bryant with the heat of a thousand suns.”Isn’t he the greatest?” Luke did his best Kobe scowl while making shooting motions. I almost threw up.”There are other players I like better.”* * * *For some reason, our simple dinner at a country farm felt very formal. Mr. Hayes sat at one end of the table and Mrs. Hayes sat on the other. I was squeezed in on one side with Luke and Aaron. Sinead was across from me and Mrs. Hayes to my right. Mrs. Hayes asked each boy what he had done in school that day and each boy told what he had done with all the excitement of a six-year-old boy reciting romantic poetry. It was Sinead’s turn after the boys had been interrogated and she told Mrs. Hayes about our day with none of her usual enthusiasm.”Noel, are you and Sinead a couple?” Mrs. Hayes tried to ask it lightly, but I knew that the wrong answer would be very bad.”We’re friends. We met four days ago and Sinead has been kind enough to show me around Cork when her work schedule permitted.””Today was my first day off,” Sinead added, “and I thought Noel would like to see Irish country life.””Tomorrow when I get back to Cork, I’ll head off to somewhere new.””Where will you go?””I don’t know. I tend to make decisions at the last moment.””Not a good habit to pick up, young man.”Mrs. Hayes then launched into a lecture on the sights and cities of Ireland. It was like my most boring History class on steroids. The boys and Mr. Hayes dismissed themselves from the table as they finished their meals, leaving Sinead and me to listen to Mrs. Hayes drone on and on. I kept spacing out, thinking about the bomb Sinead’s dad had dropped on me. I still couldn’t handle it, so I pushed it aside and tuned back into Mrs. Hayes’ drone.”With that,” Mrs. Hayes finally concluded, “you should be able to make a wise choice now about where to go next.””Thank you very much for the information, Mrs. Hayes. I’ll go to Killarney tomorrow.” If there’s a train going that way when I get to the train station.”An excellent choice. Are you two spending the night?””It’s too late to catch the bus back now,” said Sinead.”I’ll make sleeping arrangements then. Noel, you’ll be sleeping on the couch in the living room. I’ll go up and talk with the boys.”Mrs. Hayes stood up and regally marched up the stairs. Sinead and I cleared the dishes from the table and then started loading them into the dishwasher.”What do you think of my mam?””She’s…uhm…a bit stern.”Sinead snorted. “A bit? She’s got everyone in the house under her thumb.”With an adopted mom like that, I could see why Sinead was obsessed with her birth mom.”I wonder where I’ll wind up,” said Sinead. “I normally sleep on the couch.””You don’t have a room?””Na, na. Aaron took my room. Till tonight, I’ve only slept over at Christmas.”I was surprised. It wasn’t until I got my apartment that I gave up my bedroom back home. Even now, it was a guest bedroom-slash-junk room that I could sleep in if I wanted to. I loved spending the night with my family whenever I could squeeze it in.After we had started the dishwasher, I cleaned the kitchen while Sinead watched. I didn’t know what else to do. I felt uncomfortable around Sinead for the first time since we met.”Sinead!” cried Mrs. Hayes from the foot of the stairs.”We’re in the kitchen, Mam.””Sinead, you’re going to be in Aaron’s room tonight. He raised quite the ruckus about it. He can be discomforted for one night for the sake of his sister. At times I wonder…”She trailed off. I glanced at her and saw that she had stopped talking to watch me do my best to clean the top of the old gas stove. It had some nasty spots on it and I was working hard on an ugly brown one. Sinead was leaning against a counter with her arms folded and an amused look on her face.”What are you doing?” asked Mrs. Hayes.”Cleaning the stove top,” I said. “Sinead and I have already loaded the dishes and I’ve cleaned the counters.””Oh my. That’s so nice of you.””It’s the least I can do after such a wonderful dinner.”That drew a little blush. “It’s nice to know that some young people now days can appreciate what others do for them.” She looked at Sinead meaningfully. Sinead colored.”I think I’ll do the evening feedings now, Mam.” Turning to me, “Would you like to come along?””Sure.”Once we were safely away from the house, Sinead said, “Appreciate! Bah! Sometimes I want to choke her!”As we fed the a****ls and made sure they had all they needed for the night, Sinead steadily unwound. Again, I felt uncomfortable. I was glad our cover story of not being a couple gave me an excuse to not hold hands or kiss.”What do you get from two percent of a cow?” I asked”I don’t know.””Two-percent milk.”I was rewarded with a small chuckle and a big eye roll.Back in the house, I went upstairs and played Xbox with Sinead’s brothers. Half-brothers actually, same as me. No way Sinead would consider any of them romantically and rightfully so. Sinead made snide comments as she watched us played.Mrs. Hayes came into the bedroom and announced it was time for bed. I brushed my teeth then changed into a T-shirt, underwear and sweat pants for sleeping on the couch. Mrs. Hayes brought out a pillow and two blankets and soon I was bedded down on the couch. Mrs. Hayes turned off all the lights and went upstairs to turn in.I laid there turning over the news about Mom. She seduced her cousin at f******n, tricked him into knocking her up, wanted to have more bastard k**s with him, was forced to leave the country by my grandmother and then never contacted the c***d she left behind. I knew it was true, but I didn’t want to believe it.My mom had never freaked out at the possibility that I might have sex before I was married like so many of my friends’ moms did. When I was a junior in high school and had started getting serious with one girl, mom had talked to me about how “no” means “no” and the importance of safe sex. As the girl and I got more serious, my mom had told me to always make sure the girl had enjoyed herself and that I should make her happy before she makes me happy. But nothing she had ever said would have led me to believe that she had thought it was fine to fuck a cousin at f******n or to trick a cousin into knocking her up. Mom had seemed like an ordinary, typical mom.How much did any k** know about their parents’ sex lives? I’d guess that some of my friends’ moms had been wild at f******n, even though they’re quite conservative now. It’s not something parents discuss with their k**s.My trip to Europe was kind of Mom’s parting gift to me. She had complained many times to management about the lax storage of chemicals and had kept a file at home of the emails she had sent. When she died, Dad had hired a lawyer to sue her company. Dad got a large settlement and he gave me a quarter of it. That was what I was using to pay for this trip and I’ll have plenty in the bank when I decide to buy a house. So I had used the money I had gotten from her death to uncover the secret she had spent her life keeping from everyone.I heard footsteps on the stairs. The couch was ten feet from the bottom of the staircase and I looked up to see Sinead on the stairs. She waved for me to come to her then held her finger in front of her mouth to indicate I had to be quiet. I didn’t know what she wanted, but I tossed off the blankets and headed for the stairs.When I got to the stairs, Sinead vigorously made the quiet sign. I slowly climbed the stairs, making as little noise as possible. Before I got to the top, Sinead slipped off to a bedroom doorway. She again motioned me to join her then made the quiet sign. I stealthily crossed over to her and entered the room. Once I was in, Sinead closed the door slowly so it wouldn’t make a sound.I glanced around the room and it looked like a typical teenage boy’s room. Posters of a soccer team and a rock band adorned one wall and a poster of another rock band was on another. No posters of hot babes like I had had, but I decided Mrs. Hayes wouldn’t have approved of that. All the flat surfaces were covered with guy stuff. I noticed that the bedding had been stripped off the bed and was on the floor next to it.Sinead hugged me from behind and kissed my neck. “I’ve always wanted to sneak a fella into my room,” she whispered as she slid one hand under my shirt and the other hand into my underwear and around my cock, “and tonight is my last chance.”The bedding on the floor. The hand around my cock. I quickly put two and two together and realized Sinead wanted to fuck. That’d be wrong. Very, very wrong. She was my half-sister and now that I knew she was my half-sister, there was no way I could fuck her.”Mam and Dad are right next door, so we’ll have to be very quiet.”Jesus, how am I going to get out of this?Sinead brought her hand down from under my shirt and used it to pull my sweat pants and underwear down to my knees.I had to stop this. I had to tell her to stop. But I couldn’t whisper to her the way I was facing. I turned around to face her and as I did, Sinead pushed my underwear and sweat pants to my ankles.I tried to think of something to say. Sinead stood up after removing my underwear and sweat pants. I opened my mouth to whisper something but Sinead put her hand behind my neck and pulled my face down to kiss her. She rammed her tongue inside my mouth. She kept the pressure downward on my neck as she bent her own knees. I was leaning too far forward and I had to go to my knees to keep from stumbling.My mind was moving in super slow motion. I knew I should say or do something to stop this, but Sinead kept moving things along too quickly for me to respond. Sinead pulled up her nightshirt to reveal she was naked too from the waist down. I was lying on my back on the bedding on the floor and Sinead was on top of me.”It’ll be quieter if you let me do all the work,” she whispered into my ear. “Just lie there.”I knew I should throw her off of me. But how to do it without waking her parents? I pictured her mom flinging open the door and demanding, “What the hell is going on?”I felt my cock touch her opening and then Sinead sliding down my shaft. It was too late – I was in her.”Just lie there,” Sinead whispered again.I could feel my cock sliding out of her as she lifted her body away from mine and sliding back into her as she lowered herself. Whether I was willing or not, she was going to fuck me. And God it felt so good!Part of me was horrified that I was fucking my half-sister, but part of me still lusted for her as a beautiful, sexy women. The lusting parting of me was winning. I decided to surrender; that the best thing was to get this fuck over with quickly before we got caught, then it would be the last fuck we’d ever have.Sinead wasn’t looking at my face as I was thinking these thoughts. She had her head down by my ear so she could whisper instructions and was focused on using her lower body to fuck me quietly. I thought about grabbing her ass, but decided it best to let her be in complete control. Instead, I ran my hands up and down her thighs as she used them to lift herself off of me then to drop herself back down.”Don’t worry about me,” she whispered. “Cum as quickly as you can.”Sinead moved into more of a sitting position, put her hands on my chest and looked down at me. I gave her a big smile. Best to get it over with as quickly as possible. I wished she wasn’t wearing a shirt so I could see her tits bounce up and down as we fucked. As it was, I could make out quite a bit of movement.I closed my eyes. It was so weird to do nothing. I focused on the wonderful feeling of fucking; of being all the way inside of Sinead then almost being all the way out. I was panting, not with exertion but with lust.I pictured all the times we had fucked – Sinead bent over the couch, Sinead’s tits bouncing as we fucked on the couch, Sinead moaning in pleasure as I fucked her on the dining table. She was the best fuck I had ever had and I was going to miss it.I felt Sinead changing position so I opened my eyes. She had moved her legs so that she was now kneeling on her feet. “Knees hurt,” she mouthed. She had to lean on her arms a little more in this position to keep her balance. She kept up the pistoning with her legs. We were both panting hard.Then I felt it, that marvelous tingling sensation. I balled my body up a little bit as I came into her. Another intense cum, but all my cums were that way with Sinead.Once I was done cumming, I relaxed. Sinead collapsed on top of me. “God, that was hard work,” she whispered. We held each other while our heart rates gradually slowed. “Thanks,” she whispered, “for fulfilling a little fantasy of mine.””Thank you,” I whispered back, “for another incredible fuck.”We pulled apart then quietly dressed. Sinead opened the door for me and I slowly, quietly made my way to the stairs and down to the couch.I have got to get away from her.I had given in too easily. I shouldn’t have done it – fucking my half-sister next door to her parents. I knew that if I stayed around Sinead, I might give in again. I had to go somewhere far, far away.* * * *The next morning, we waited at the bus stop for the bus to take us to Cork. We weren’t holding hands as we were pretending to be just friends still. On the bus, I would tell Sinead that I was getting away. I reviewed how I was going to say it over and over. I checked my watch – a minute until the bus was due to arrive.”Sinead!”I saw an old woman walking quickly towards us.”Grandmam!” cried Sinead.Sinead ran over and gave her grandmother a hug. My grandmother too. It was so weird to finally see my mother’s mother.She was shorter than Sinead, but had her general build. She looked older than I expected. Sinead’s smile of joy now turned anxious as she got close to me.”Grandmam, this is my friend Noel Vaupel. He’s a Yank.””So Maeve told me. She said he stayed over last night and he’s from Boston.””Aye. When he goes back to Boston in September, I’m going too. He’s going to help me get situated there.””I see the bus,” I said. It was a few blocks away and would be here any moment.Grandmam took Sinead’s hands into hers kaçak iddaa and looked Sinead in the eye. “When you get to Boston, you’re going to look for your mother, aren’t you?””Aye, Grandmam.””When you find her, tell her I miss her.” Tears came to her eyes. “That I love her, that all is forgiven. Have her call me, will you?”Sinead hugged her fiercely. “Aye, Grandmam. I’ll tell her all that.”The bus was at the stop and the door opened. Sinead pushed me forward.”Good bye, Grandmam! I’ll call you as soon as I find her!”Then we were in the bus. I walked between the seats towards the back in shock. Should I have told my grandmother that I’m her grandson? That she had two beautiful granddaughters in Boston? That her daughter was dead? I hadn’t thought of talking to her until she had said that she loved my mom.I paused for a moment and Sinead said, “Let’s sit in the very back.”I continued walking while trying to pull my thoughts together. If I had told my grandmother that I’m her grandson, then Sinead would have known that I am her half-brother. At the same time, I wouldn’t have broken my promise to Mr. Hayes. I sat down in a window seat at the back of the bus, like I had on the way here. I could get out now and tell her. But before I could move, the bus driver closed the door and the bus pulled away.”Are you okay?” asked Sinead.”Some indigestion. I think I burned the candle on both ends last night.”Sinead gave me a happy, knowing smile.We were holding hands again. I felt very uncomfortable. I needed to end this quickly. We were in the far back and no one was close to us. I reviewed my speech one more time, then plunged into it.”Sinead, I’m leaving for London tonight.””What?””I’m leaving for London tonight. There’s an overnight ferry and I’m going to take it.” I kept talking so Sinead couldn’t protest. “I had planned on touring Ireland for a while, but I know I won’t enjoy it. The whole time I’d be seeing these sights I’ve always wanted to see, I’d be thinking about getting back to Cork and you. And I don’t want to stay in Cork as I’ve seen everything I want to see there.”Sinead was surprised, but not obviously upset.I asked, “So what would you think of in August quitting work two weeks early then we travel around Ireland together?” I’d be “delayed” and we wind up meeting in Dublin just in time for the flight to Boston. At Boston, I’d tell her I’m her half-brother. No more sex for us.Sinead pulled out her iPad and started doing something.She’s taking this well.Sinead continued working on her iPad for a bit and then asked with a hint of smile, “So you want to travel with me around Ireland for two weeks?”Sinead, it’s okay to get upset about my leaving you.”I can’t think of a better guide.”Her smile widened at that. She kept doing whatever she was doing on her iPad. “I haven’t seen much of Ireland. I haven’t seen much outside of County Cork.”I was starting to get pissed at how well she was taking this. Two days ago, you asked to live with me and now you’re willing to let me slip away for months without a fight? Something didn’t make sense to me. Had I misjudged her feelings for me?Sinead asked, “Am I going to need a lot of money when I arrive in Boston?”An odd question. What did that have to do with us here and now?”No. You’ll be staying with me or my family. You won’t need furniture. You won’t need money for rent. You’re going to need money for an immigration lawyer, but that’s about it.””In that case,” said Sinead as she put down her iPad and looked at me, “I can afford to go to London with you. To all of Europe for the rest of the summer.”Oh, shit.I said, “I’m going to be traveling very cheaply, Sinead. I’m not going to be staying in hotels and eating in restaurants. I’m going to be staying in youth hostels. I’m going to be eating sandwiches and other food from the grocery store. It’s not going to be a glamorous trip.”Sinead nodded her head up and down. “That’s what I’m counting on. I’ve developed a budget for the trip and I can only afford it if we travel cheaply. Perhaps in some places, getting a hotel room will be cheaper than both of us staying in a hostel. I may run a little short of money, but I’m hoping you’ll have enough that I could borrow from you then pay you back once Dad gives me money before our flight to Boston.”I’m so screwed.I said, “My great-grandfather Vaupel fought in Europe in World War One. I have his journal. I’m going to follow his route on a bike. I don’t know how long that will take. Won’t you find that boring?” I was reaching, but I didn’t have anything else.”That sounds fine. I love cycling. It’d be good to see the countryside. I’m still a country girl at heart.”Fuck, fuck, fuck.This is it. She can’t go with me. If she goes with me, she’s going to expect to have sex all the time and that would be wrong. I have to tell her I’m her half-brother. She’s going to scream and the people on the bus are going to freak out. I’d break my promise to her dad. But I had no choice – I must tell her….But maybe, I don’t. What if we were to break up during the summer? Surely she’ll get sick of traveling on the cheap. Become miserable and then we’ll have a fight and break up. Maybe she’ll meet some Italian millionaire while we’re traveling and dump me for him. Either way, I’ll never have to tell her that I’m her half-brother. That’s it! I’ll just kick this can down the road.”Sinead, I’d love for you to travel with me. If you’re willing to travel like I travel, I’ll lend you the money you need to keep traveling with me.”Sinead threw her arms around me, hugged me and kissed me. “Oh my God! This is going to be so wonderful! But we leave tonight?””We leave tonight. I already have my ticket for the ferry.””I’ve so much to do! I have to give notice at work. I have to clear out the apartment and get it ready to be sublet. Oh my God!”With that, Sinead worked furiously on her iPad with an occasional break for a phone call. She ignored me, which was fine as I was wrestling with my thoughts. Had I done the right thing? Was having sex with Sinead all that bad? We’d fucked five times already, once after I suspected she was my half-sister and once after I knew. Was that any worse than any other pre-marital affairs?Who the fuck was I k**ding? Of course it was far worse! It was “you could go to jail for a long time” worse. “All my friends and family will disown me” worse. I should tell her the truth and tell her that she can’t go with me to London before she makes any irreversible actions.I faced Sinead to tell her that she couldn’t go, but I couldn’t get her attention as she was talking on her phone while working on her iPad. As I waited to catch her eye, the urge to tell her that she can’t go with me dissipated. In the end, I decided I had missed the window. She was racing down the path of preparing to leave with me tonight and it would be awkward as hell to try to stop her now. I had made the decision to kick the can down the road and right or wrong, I was going to stick with it. We would be lovers touring Europe together, enjoying traveling and each other as much as possible. Hopefully it would blow up some day and I’d dodge the bullet from the gun I had pointed at my own head.* * * *When we got to outside of Sinead’s apartment, two women about our age were waiting.”Noel, this is Emma and Lucy,” said Sinead.We shook hands as Sinead unlocked the door.Emma said, “I’m the one who spotted you heading towards the English Market. I called Sinead and then kept an eye on you until she showed up.” Emma gave me a teasing smile. “Now, I kind of regret not offering to show you around myself.”Emma and Lucy were good-looking, though not as good-looking as Sinead. I was happy I wound up with Sinead. No I wasn’t – she’s my half-sister. Argh!I pushed the thought aside as I had become quite satisfied with my plan. Travel was stressful and travel on a tight budget was very stressful. Yeah, Sinead and I had hit it off magically so far, but it had been only five days. At some point, I’d make the wrong joke and we’d break up. When we broke up, I’d tell her that her mom was my mom, that Mom was dead and that there wasn’t any reason to come to Boston. Sinead would be super-furious at me, so she wouldn’t want to come to Boston. In the meantime, we would have fun together and I’d endanger my immortal soul by regularly fucking my half-sister. In the unlikely event we somehow managed to stay together all the way through the summer, I’d face the music in Boston.In Sinead’s apartment, the women discussed what needed to be done and the best way to sell the bigger items. A third women, Katie, showed up. “I’ve never met a sink-scrubbing stud before,” she said after Sinead introduced us. The other girls giggled.Emma was in the kitchen when she said, “Wow, it is amazingly clean.” She looked over at me. “If you cleaned my kitchen as well, I’d give you the same reward.”Much giggling followed the comment. Sinead turned a bit pink as she seemed to ignore the remark.I helped to move the furniture to one side of the room and swept the floor. Sinead put clothes into a backpack that Katie had brought over and boxed up the rest. Lucy and Emma boxed up Sinead’s pictures and knickknacks. Katie emptied out the kitchen shelves. We worked furiously to clean the apartment and to empty it of all but the few big pieces of furniture that Emma would later sell for Sinead. Emma would also arrange to sublet the apartment for the rest of the lease.At one point, Lucy lay down on the dining room table and said, “Sinead, why don’t you lie down like this for a memento picture?”More giggling broke out.”Sinead?” I said with some heat.Sinead came over to me, took my hands and looked me in the face. “Some of the things we did made me so happy that I had to share them with my friends. I’m sorry to have embarrassed you.”What the hell. I wrapped Sinead in my arms. “Well, it’s not like Emma, Katie and Lucy will be living next door to us. If it makes you happy, it’s okay with me.”Lucy said, “We’re jealous of how happy you make her.” Emma and Katie nodded.Emma added, “And how much fun you two are having.”I knew one day the fun would end, but it was nice to celebrate it for now.* * * *We made the ferry with a few minutes to spare. Once we were in our cabin, we caught our breath. Sinead pulled out her iPad and started researching sights in London. She would occasionally ask my opinion of various sights.By the time we got to London, Sinead had put together an agenda. As it was late in the afternoon, we hit a couple of sights and then went to the youth hostel. The hotels in London were so expensive that we were forced to stay at the youth hostel, which had no two-person private rooms available. The next day we had a great day in London. The next morning, I was having a good time, but I was feeling the effects of no sex for two days.”Let’s watch a movie,” said Sinead.”Okay.” I was surprised as I thought Sinead would want to do sightseeing.We caught the first show of the day at a movie theater. Sinead picked out a less-than-stellar movie for us to see.”Are you sure you want to see this one?””Aye,” said Sinead with a knowing smile.Sinead had us sit in the back of the theater. We were alone in the theater when the lights went down. Sinead slipped off her panties from under her skirt, removed her bra, and tucked them into our day pack. We made out like crazy. I fingered her to an orgasm, she sucked me off, I ate her out and she sucked me off again. Once we were sexually sated, we left the theater while the movie was still playing. Sinead said, “That’s the most fun I’ve ever had at the movies.”Sinead’s friends will be giggling tonight.* * * *We had a great time touring England, went to Paris for a brief time to rent bicycles and then went to Cantigny, France to follow my great-grandfather’s campaign. He had been a farm boy in Kansas when he had joined the American Expeditionary Forces in 1917. He had fought from Cantigny to the Argonne Forest. I’d always been fascinated with the AEF campaign and had read about it extensively. It was great to see where he had fought and to picture what it had been like. I had planned out the bike route in exact detail. I had thought Sinead would find the ride boring, but she enjoyed being out in the country with me. Every morning, I’d pack us a picnic lunch. We would ride several hours until we found a secluded spot to pull our bikes into. We’d have a picnic lunch, make love on the thin blanket we had, and nap together. It wasn’t the most comfortable way of making love, but it was different and fun. Napping with Sinead in my arms while we were physically and sexually spent made me feel so close to her.After the Argonne Forest, we returned to Paris. All of our clothes had been worn at least once, so we went to a laundromat as soon as we arrived. I loaded our clothes into the washing machines so Sinead would have the time to finalize our plans for Paris. Except she wasn’t doing that – she was staring out into space instead. Once all of the washing machines were running, I sat down next to Sinead and pulled out today’s post card.I hadn’t written much before Sinead said, “Noel, do you ever think about what it’ll be like when we’re in Boston?””No.””No?””There’s no point thinking about it. It’s going to be so different that I can’t imagine how it’s going to be. I’ve never had a full-time job before. I know next to nothing about my roommate. I have no idea if he’ll agree with you living with me. I’m sure you’ll be able to find some under-the-table work, but I want you to get a green card as soon as possible and I have no idea how that’s done.”I could tell that was a very unsatisfying answer for Sinead. My plan was that we would go to my apartment from the airport. Hopefully my roommate would be somewhere else for the Labor Day weekend and then I’d tell Sinead there about our mother. After she had absorbed that, I would take her over to Dad’s house to introduce her to her new family then she’d stay with them. It was a vague plan and I’d mainly play it by ear.”Can I write on this post card?” asked Sinead.”No.””Why not?””Because my sisters don’t know about you and you writing to them would raise a lot of questions that I don’t want to raise.””They know you’re traveling with a wan.””How would they know that?””You’re sending them a post card every day.”A lesson in female secret communication methods.”No, Sinead.”I wrote a bit more then Sinead said, “So who have you told about me?””No one.””You aren’t in contact with anyone?””Every Monday, I send my dad an email telling him I’m still alive and where I’m at. Every Tuesday, I get an email back from him saying he and the girls are fine. That’s the only communicating I’m doing.””So why don’t you tell him about me?””Because you’re important and I don’t tell important news to people by email; I do it in person. My dad is the same way. He’s been dating a women for a while and if they got engaged while I was gone, he’d tell me in person when I got back. Unless something happens that requires me to head home right away, everything will wait until I get home.”That made Sinead very unhappy. She sat stiffly with her arms crossed fuming for a while. “You were going to abandon me. Just head off to London and leave me behind.””I had no idea you were willing to quit your jobs and travel with me. I told you why I decided to go to London when I told you I was going.””It hurt me. And it still hurts.””Sinead, when did you decide to travel with me?””What?””When did you decide to travel with me? I’m guessing you had decided to travel with me if I said yes to you living with me in Boston. Am I right?”It was Sinead’s turn to get defensive. “Well…more or less.””But you didn’t tell me. You knew I was going to leave Cork when we got back from the farm and you hadn’t given me any clue that you wanted to come with me.””I wanted you to ask me.””Well, I thought it was pointless to ask. And you haven’t told your father about me.” Sinead called her dad every Wednesday morning around ten. We had had to find a quiet place for her to make each of those calls.”That’s completely different and you know it! I’ve asked him for money and he’ll tell me I don’t need it if I have enough money to gallivant around Europe with you!”Silence followed. Sinead fumed. Bringing up her dad had been a low blow, especially as I had encouraged her to lie to him about our travels together. I didn’t want her dad to know I was fucking my half-sister.”Look,” I said. “We had a failure to communicate. Not your fault and not my fault. Nothing for either of us to be angry about.””Well, I am trying to communicate with you now about what’s life going to be like in Boston. I need to start planning. I need to start getting a picture of our life together in my head.”Don’t make any promises. Don’t make any commitments.”I can’t help you, Sinead.”Much silence followed. I finished my post card. This was our first fight. We hadn’t had any serious disagreements up to this point. I wanted to compromise. I wanted to meet her halfway, but I couldn’t without either lying to her or telling her the painful truth.Finally, I couldn’t take the silence any more.”Sinead, you’re the most wonderful woman I’ve known. I’ve enjoyed every day with you. I’m afraid that because life in Boston will be so different that anything I tell you now won’t come true. I don’t want to lie to you. I don’t want to make you a promise that I can’t keep.” Sinead had unfolded her arms and I took her hands. “I’ll make you a promise that I can keep. Every day that you travel with me, I’ll try to make it a great day.” Sinead gave me a little smile. “That’s an easy promise for me to make because every day with you is a great day.”I stood up and pulled Sinead up with me. I wrapped my arms around her. “You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever been with. You’re the smartest woman I’ve ever been with. I respect you more than any woman I’ve ever been with.” That seemed a satisfactory answer because she smiled at me when I looked down at her. We kissed. “Of all the women I’ve been with, you’re the best in bed. And on the couch.” Sinead smiled. “And on the dining room table.” She giggled. “And the very best in the back of the theater.” She laughed.Sinead hugged me tight. “I’m so crazy about you, I can’t stay angry at you.”And so ended our first fight.* * * *After Paris, we worked our way North. We discovered that, early in the morning, the bathrooms on train cars are a fine place for a quickie. When we got to Oslo, Norway, we were burnt out on churches and museums and decided to take a multi-day hike through the mountains. We would regularly wander off the trail for some hot sex. After that, “I’m pining for the fjords” was my favorite code phrase for I wanted to fuck, preferably someplace different and fun.At some point, I figured out why being in charge was so important to Sinead. Some of it was that she was great at researching and planning. Being in charge give her carte blanche to do so. I gave her time to research and plan by doing the shopping, the food prep and the laundry. Some of it was that she hated wasting time. She was up early, dressed quickly and was fast out the door. People who delayed us because they didn’t know their job infuriated her. My approach to touring – we’ll do the Louvre then decide what to do next – would have driven her crazy. And some of it was that she liked knowing what was going to happen. She was never anal about her plans and in fact enjoyed it when I’d spontaneously send us on a side adventure. Without her being in charge, I wouldn’t have seen nearly as much and wouldn’t have had nearly as great of a time. I knew that it bothered Sinead that she couldn’t plan for what her life would be like in Boston, but there was nothing I could do. Fortunately, she never brought the subject up again.From Oslo, we went to Sweden and Finland. Russia isn’t covered by a Eurail pass, so Saint Petersburg was the only Russian city we went to. We returned to Helsinki and got a private room in a hostel and were in bed together. I was on my back as usual with Sinead’s head on my shoulder. She was playing with my chest hairs.Sinead said, “You’re the best flatmate I’ve ever had.”I chuckled then shook my head. “I’m not your roommate yet.””You more or less have been. We’ve spent more time together than I ever spent with a flatmate.””Well, you’re having sex with me and you didn’t do that with your roommates.””I did with one. I’ve roomed with two wans and a fella. The wans were my first two years at university. We ending up fighting all the time. The fella was during my last year of university. He had been a great boyfriend until I moved in, then things quickly fell apart. I was a little worried that I couldn’t live with someone else.””Sinead, you’re easy to be with.”She was. She was almost always in a good mood and ready to laugh. Physical hardships didn’t bother her at all. One time we were biking and a sudden rainstorm soaked us both. When we finally got to the next town, she had been more upset with the inaccurate weather forecast than being wet. She was always up for a little adventure and when things didn’t work out, she’d laugh and chalk it up to experience. She was easy to talk with. I couldn’t imagine a better traveling companion.”For you” Sinead said. “Thinking it over, I’ve decided that I’m terrible at negotiating. I want my way and I get pissed when I don’t get it. I get that from Maeve.”While we’ve traveled, Sinead used “Mam” to refer to our mother and “Maeve” to refer to her adoptive mother.”Having two people like that in a family is an explosive combination.””Aye, it was. But unlike Maeve, I always get your input first and I get your agreement to the big picture, then I make my plan and I expect you to follow it.””You’re in charge.””I am. And I like how when you want to change the plan, you don’t say that you’re going to do something else. You always ask my opinion on doing something else, letting me be in charge again.””It took me a few trial and errors to figure out how to get my way while making you happy. Fortunately, you always made an Erin lemon face when I did something wrong, so it was easy to figure out when I screwed up.””An Erin lemon face?””When Erin was six or nine months old, we went to a restaurant that put a slice of lemon into our waters. I gave mine to Erin to bite. When she bit it, she made this wonderful face of total revulsion. Then five seconds later, she bit it again and made the same face. She probably spent five minutes biting that lemon.” Sinead laughed. “But seriously, you have an expressive face and don’t hide how your feelings, so it’s easy for me to figure out when I did something that made you unhappy.””Then you stop doing that.””Because I want you to be happy. When you’re happy, I’m happy.”Sinead raised up and gave me a kiss. “And you make me very happy.””And you told me this to let me know that I’m doing okay?””You’re doing perfect.” Another kiss, a little longer and with a little passion. “When you make me happy,” said Sinead huskily, “I want to make you happy.”Sinead came down for an opened-mouth kiss.Another thing I had learned was to let Sinead initiate sex. She was more into it when she initiated it. And she initiated it often – we had sex more often that I had ever had with any other girlfriend.In big cities, we rarely could afford a private room. Sadly, most of the sights we wanted to see were in big cities. Consequently, we had to be creative when it came to having sex. When we got the least bit of privacy, we were all over each other. Sinead was happy to give me quickies and “knob gobblin” when there weren’t any other choices. She definitely knew how to make me happy.* * * *From Helsinki, we took a ferry to Germany and then worked our way South. As we traveled together, Sinead worked on adopting an American vocabulary. It wasn’t something we ever discussed, but I noticed one day that people who couldn’t do their jobs were idiots, not gimps. Sinead was familiar with lots and lots of American terms from TV, movies, books and music; so I think it was mostly a matter of her switching to terms that she knew but didn’t use. Once I noticed that, whenever she used an Irish term that an American would find confusing, I’d reply with a sentence that had the American term in it. Frequently, that was the last time I heard the Irish term. She kept “aye” and “mam”. And I wanted her to never stop saying “kmob goblin'”. The Irish vowels, rhythm and mannerisms remained.Sinead surprised me by speaking fluent German. Well, she seemed fluent to me, but I had trouble learning how to say “Hello”, “Thanks” and “Goodbye” in any language besides English. “I was ready to work for our financial overlords”, Sinead said when I asked her about it.I found it surprising how many other young people were traveling around too. We didn’t encounter any Italian millionaires that might take Sinead away from me. The more Sinead and I traveled together, the closer we got and the idea that we might break up before we went to Boston died on the vine. The young people we encountered were from all over the world and seemed a lot like us. Sinead and I were quick to strike up new friendships. Coming into Heidelberg on the train, we had made friends with an American couple, Cindy and Derek, and a Dutch couple, Lars and Isa.As the train was slowing, Lars told us, “I’ve heard that there is a youth hostel here that has six-person rooms and if six people rent one out, they don’t care if it’s both boys and girls in the room.”We all agreed to get a six-person room together.By now, I knew Sinead better than I had known any prior girlfriend. In lots of ways, she was very conservative, very prim and proper. She usually wore a skirt and a blouse. She always wore a bra. In public, we never did anything more affectionate that a quick kiss. If we talked with strangers, it was my job to do the talking. If we had a disagreement with somebody like where we should go next, it was my job to do the disagreeing. But if we had any privacy, Sinead was quite assertive and up for anything. There’s a line between crazy and reckless about having sex outside of a hotel room, and somehow we both naturally drew that line in the same place. And we both loved the crazy. Sinead had her girlfriends giggling regularly.The room in the youth hostel had wooden units along each wall that contained cabinets, drawers and two beds, one high and one low. It looked like the upper bed wouldn’t rock like an upper bunk bed. There was a narrow walkway between the units, one unit on the left close to the door and two units opposite each other at the far end. There was a small window on the far wall that was high up. Sinead and I got into the upper bed on the far left, while Cindy and Derek got into the lower bed in the unit across from us while Lars and Isa got into the lower bed closest to the door. We all were wearing night clothes when we got into bed, but as soon as Lars turned off the light, I could hear everyone taking off their clothes. There wasn’t much light coming through the window, so I could only hear the other couples.It was the first time that either Sinead and I had had sex in the same room as another couple. We were both very intimidated. We whispered very quietly to each other. While we were having sex, I think we were quieter than when we had had sex in Sinead’s parents’ house. It was very uncomfortable for both of us and though we enjoyed having sex, it was one of our less enjoyable sessions. We put our clothes back on.The other two couples weren’t intimidated as we were. Cindy had the highest pitch voice of the three women and I heard her “ah, ah, ah” across from us for a while. Isa had the lowest pitch voice and I heard her “uh, uh, uh” even after Sinead and I had stopped. Sinead and I snuggled up and fell asleep.The next day, we explored the city with Cindy, Derek, Lars and Isa. They were a lot of fun to be with, but Lars kept doing something that annoyed me – he kept staring at Sinead, obviously taking her clothes off in his mind. I confess that I checked out Cindy and Isa – Cindy was curvy but a little overweight while Isa was very pretty, thin and flat-chested. But I didn’t do so blatantly like Lars did.At the end of dinner, I found out why Lars had been staring at Sinead. The six of us had decided to splurge and have a dinner at a nice restaurant with some wine. We were all feeling good once the meal was finished. Lars leaned forward and said, “For a little special fun tonight, how about we switch partners when we get back to the youth hostel. I have plenty of condoms to share. What do you think, Derek?”Sinead slipped her fingers through mine as we kept our hands down low. I knew immediately why Lars had asked Derek first – both Isa and Sinead were better looking that Cindy and Lars and I were better looking than Derek. If they said yes, both of them were going to spend the night with a better looking partner. So Derek and Cindy were more likely to say yes than Sinead and me.Derek looked at Cindy, apparently found acceptance, then said, “Sounds like it’d be fun.”Lars turned to me. “And you, Noel?”Sinead squeezed my hand tightly, which wasn’t any kind of a clue.”Sinead and I haven’t been together that long. It’s still exciting being with her, so we’re going to pass.”Sinead let go of my hand.Lars turned to Derek. “Are you still okay with switching?”Derek looked at Cindy. “Yes. Yes, we are.”When we got back to the room in the youth hostel, it was much like the night before except just before Lars turned off the lights, the girls switched beds. As Sinead and I stripped naked, I heard the others taking off their clothes as well.Once we were naked, I pulled Sinead to me and whispered, “Did I make the right choice saying no?””Yes. You noticed I was holding your hand when you answered. If you had said yes, I was going to yank you to the floor and start kicking you.” I chuckled softly. “And I kick hard. Just ask my brothers.”I hugged Sinead. “It was an easy decision to make. No woman appeals to me like you do.””You’re the only man I want to make love to.””You’re the only woman I want to make love to.””I love you, Noel.””I love you, too.”We kissed. Part of me said that I shouldn’t have told my half-sister that I loved her; that it was wrong, just like making love to her was wrong. I easily pushed that thought away. I loved Sinead. I loved her as a woman, not like I loved my sisters. I was only telling her the truth. When we got to Boston and I told her that I was her half-brother, we would have to put that genie back into its bottle. But for now, I was in love with her and was going to enjoy it.We continued kissing. The kisses were more passionate than last night. Then we started with the caresses and they seemed more excited than last night. The ah’s and uh’s started, but we continued our kissing and fondling as if they weren’t there. The bed was too narrow for me to eat Sinead out, so I slid my hand between her legs and she opened her legs to give me access. I took my time, stroking the inside of one thigh, up and around her slit, then back down to the other side. We had been kissing but now I slid down the bed and sucked Sinead’s nipple into my mouth. She normally moaned when I did so, but not tonight. I changed the path of my hand to be up the thigh, up one side of Sinead’s slit, a rub on one side of her clit, a brief stop at the top of her slit and then same thing down the other side. Sinead was pushing her crotch hard against my hand as it neared her clit. I sucked her other tit into my mouth, then ran my tongue over and under her nipple.I moved up for some more kisses. Our tongues dueled as I now kept my fingers inside her slit. Sinead was wet now and I used her fluids to make my fingers slide better. I ended the kiss and switched to concentrating on Sinead’s clit. Sinead was on her way now, mouthing her oh’s instead of saying them like she usually did. We were silent while the ah’s and uh’s continued in the background. Occasionally, Sinead whispered directions – “harder”, “up higher”, “a little down”.Finally Sinead made some noise as she started gasping. Four, five, six gasps then she slammed her mouth shut as she came.After a few moments, Sinead whispered to me, “That was a good one.””I wanted to make the woman I love happy,” I whispered back.”You did. Now fuck me.”I moved on top of her and she spread her legs. Sinead grabbed my cock and guided me to her hole. I pushed and retreated, pushed and retreated, pushed and then I was all the way in.”I love you,” I whispered. Sinead smiled at me.I wanted our fuck to be a special one, but the small bed limited what I could do. We both preferred fast and hard, but I decided for long and slow tonight. I pulled back slowly, then push back into her slowly. I kept up the slow cycles. I could feel Sinead’s legs wrapped around mine. There was enough light that I could see her beautiful face. Sinead recognized that I was looking at her and she gave me her dazzling smile.Then I had a crazy idea.I slowly pushed forward until I was all the way in her, then I stopped.”Do you enjoy fucking me?” I asked quietly.”Yes,” Sinead whispered back with a confused look on her face.”Then tell me how much enjoy fucking me.””How?””Just say ‘I love fucking you’.””I love fucking you,” Sinead whispered.”Louder.””They’ll hear us.””So? Do you enjoy fucking me or not?””I do but…””I’m the one you love. They aren’t important.”Sinead wasn’t buying it. I made one last try. “Please humor me this once.”I resumed fucking Sinead. A slow in and a slow out. I was disappointed that our first fuck after we said “I love you” was going to be so boring. When I tossed out a crazy idea, Sinead usually said yes but not always. It was always her choice. As all of our conversation was in whispers, no one else would ever know that she had rejected my idea.Sinead pulled me down to her and kissed me. We frenched for a while with me buried in her. As I had to support my weight with my arms, it wasn’t the most comfortable position to kiss in nor was it one of our more passionate kisses. But if she wanted to kiss, I’d kiss all night.Sinead ended the kiss, smiled at me then whispered, “Just this once.”I smiled back at her and resumed fucking.”I love fucking you,” said Sinead at a conversation volume. I smiled even bigger.”It feels so good,” she said even louder. I silently chuckled and then increased the pace.”Noel, you’re the best. Give it to me,” said she even louder. I was having a great time. If she wanted me to give it to her, I would give it to her. I start fucking her even harder.”Oh, God! Oh, God!”Sinead was loud enough now that people in the hallway might hear her. She was driving me crazy and I was pounding her hard and fast now.”Oh! Oh! OH!”Sinead was making even her moans extra loud.I moved up higher so I would be in a better position to fuck her hard. I was pounding her so hard now that I had a faint worry that the bed would collapse.”Don’t! Stop! Fucking me!” Sinead yelled.Thank you, Jerry Maguire.Fucking Sinead was so much fun that I didn’t want to stop, but I knew that I was close to cumming. I slammed into her hard and fast over and over again. Her tits bounced up and down delightfully. Sinead stopped talking and merely moaned “Oh! Oh! Oh!” loudly. I felt myself getting closer and closer to cumming, then I went over the edge.As I was spurting into Sinead, I heard her cry, “OHHHHHH!” and cum as well. As I released a few more shots into her, I slowed and then stopped. It had been a great, wonderfully memorable fuck.I was grinning uncontrollably when I collapsed next to Sinead.”That was so wicked,” she whispered fiercely, then poked me in the ribs. I started laughing silently. “You’re so evil,” she added then gave me another poke. That made me laugh even harder. “If I didn’t love you, I’d be so pissed off right now.” I doubled over in silent laughter. Tears came to my eyes. Of all the crazy things I had done with Sinead, this was the one I found the funniest.When I finely caught my breath, I whispered to Sinead, “You were magnificent.” I gave her a kiss. “You were awesome.””I noticed that you didn’t say anything.”In a loud voice, I said, “I love you, Sinead, with all my heart and soul. You’re the only one I want to make love to.” Then I whispered to her, “Better?””Better.”We then started talking about other issues, primarily our plans for tomorrow. I felt that Sinead had enjoyed the dirty talk, but that I had pushed her way, way out of her comfort zone. I tried to make it up to her by being extra affectionate and agreeing with all of her suggestions for tomorrow. I told her I loved her a lot, partly to be affectionate and partly because of the novelty of acknowledging that I loved her. After a while, we talked less and kissed more. The kisses got more passionates, the touches got more eager and once again I mounted her. During this fuck, Sinead made her “oh, oh, oh” at her usual volume. After we had cum once more, we put on our night clothes and snuggled, then slowly drifted off to sleep. As I drifted off, I continued to hear Cindy’s high-pitched “ah, ah, ah”.The next morning when I awoke, I dropped out of the bed to floor. Sinead dropped to floor shortly after me. The noise we made woke up Lars.”Hey, Lars,” I said quietly. “Sinead and I are going to shower and then go somewhere to rent bikes. We’re going to spend the next few days riding. So we’re going to be saying goodbye to you four in a little while.”I noticed that Isa was sleeping with Lars, though she was at least topless as I could see her tits as I talked with Lars. Perhaps she had intended the free show to lure me and Sinead into joining in tonight?When I got back to the room after showering, the other four were stirring. I started packing and Sinead soon joined me. I eavesdropped on the others as we finished our packing.”Lars,” Cindy in an excited voice, “Do you know of another city where six people can get a hostel room like this one? Or even better, where we can get an eight-person room?”Someone sure enjoyed their first night of swinging.* * * *The next night, I had troubles falling asleep even though we had had a long bike ride that day.I had come to accept that I wasn’t going to stop fucking my half-sister. I enjoyed it; she enjoyed it; and we were having fun together. When we had started traveling together, it had seemed so unlikely that we would last the summer; that the fucking would naturally come to an end. Now, it looked almost certain that we would fuck the rest of the summer.But it wasn’t only having fun together anymore. Sinead and I were in love. I didn’t know what plans Sinead had for us when we got to Boston, but I was certain most of them involved me, her and Happy Ever After Land. All her plans would go up in flames once we got to Boston.I thought about telling her that she was my half-sister. “I love you, Sinead, but there’s something you need to know…” Or I could play dumb and ask, “What was your mother’s name again? Why that’s the same as my mother’s maiden name! And when was she born?” Or I could tell her that we were getting too serious too quickly and that I needed some time away from her. Brothers and sisters shouldn’t be in love like we were and I should put an end to it.But what would Sinead do? I couldn’t see her continuing to travel. If she traveled without me, guys would constantly hit on her and she hated that. We didn’t meet many single travelers as it was so much more fun to travel with someone else and all the single travelers we met were guys. Sinead could join other women traveling, but I knew that wouldn’t work out – Sinead had to be in charge to enjoy traveling and they wouldn’t let her.Sinead could fly back to Cork and wait there until it was time to go to Boston. But what would she do in Cork? I couldn’t see her getting a job for what was left of the summer. Just crash at someone’s apartment and spend all day doing nothing?If I told her that Mom was dead, Sinead could go to London or Germany and get a job. But it would probably take her a while to get a job and she didn’t have the money to live very long in either place. Asking her dad for money would probably fail as she would have to confess to lying to him for weeks.The least bad option seemed to me was to continue on what we were doing. Enjoy a special time that was a blessing from God. Make it the very best time I could for Sinead. Then tell her all when we got to Boston and all hell would break loose.Full speed ahead! Add more sails! We’d crash hard on that reef in Boston which wasn’t on Sinead’s map but that I knew was there.* * * *We spent our last two weeks traveling around Ireland. We didn’t go to Cork and we didn’t see Sinead’s family. The vacation that had seemed like it would last forever was winding down. We had stuck to Sinead’s budget, so she didn’t have to borrow money from me. I knew I should be enjoying Ireland more than any other country, but the fact that the vacation was almost over was weighing heavily on me. I loved Sinead so much and soon she’d be my sister and not my girlfriend.All too soon we were flying to Boston. Our jet had three seats on each side and four seats in the middle. The only seats Sinead and I could get together without paying an extra fee were the two middle seats of the middle four seats. The flight would have been over seven hours of misery in the best of circumstances, but this was not the best of circumstances. I tried to sleep, or at least feigned trying to sleep, but my mind raced the whole flight.The problem with kicking the can down the road is at some point, the road runs out. When we got to Boston, I had to tell Sinead I was her half-brother. All hell would break loose and our relationship would be over. The only question was how ballistic would she go.I thought about not telling her, but I quickly gave that up. I was going to go to my Dad’s as soon as I dumped my stuff off at my apartment to tell my family about my summer in Europe. All Sinead had to do was to ask my Dad if he knew a Margaret Murphy who arrived in Boston twenty-two years ago. Dad would say yes and that he had married her, then the shit would hit the fan. For a brief moment, I thought about convincing Sinead to move to Miami with me instead of meeting my family, but I gave it up as ridiculous.I prayed that my roommate would be spending Labor Day weekend somewhere else. That would give me plenty of time to privately give Sinead the bad news. Once I gave her the news, I’d face her rightful wrath. My hope was that I could convince her to embrace being my sister and being a big sister to Erin and Riley. I was close to my cousins, uncles and aunts and I thought Sinead would fit in well with them. Yes, she would be disappointed that her mom was dead and that I couldn’t be her boyfriend anymore. Hell, I was going to be disappointed to not be her boyfriend anymore. Life with Sinead as a sister wouldn’t be as good as life with Sinead as a girlfriend, but I think it would still be pretty sweet.* * * *”Doug!” I called out as I opened the apartment door. No response. Fantastic.”Drop everything here, Sinead. I have something to show you in my bedroom.”We dropped all of our bags and went into my bedroom.”This is a picture of my mom,” I said as I picked up my Mom’s engagement photo from my desk. “My mom Margaret Murphy from the Cork area of Ireland.” I then recounted word-for-word to the best of my ability my conversation with her dad. Sinead was stunned, staggered.”So, you’ve known for the last t’ree months why my mam left me and that she was dead, but you didn’t tell me?””I didn’t. I’m sorry you’ll never get to meet your mom, but I want you to be a part of our family, to be a big sister to Erin and Riley. I think they’ll love having you as a big sister.””My Grandmam told me to tell my mam that she misses her, loves her and forgives her; and you’re telling me I’ll never be able to give her that message?” Sinead was tearing up.I sighed. “I’m telling you that.” I felt like I had clubbed a baby seal. “Sinead, I know it’s disappointing…””Disappointing? DISAPPOINTING? You have no fuckin’ idea. I’ve lived my whole fuckin’ life for this day and you t’ink it’s disappointing?”Gotta change the subject. Family. Talk family.”Sinead, it’s not what you were expecting, but you’re joining a wonderful family. You’re going to love Erin and Riley.””You’re such a fuckin’ gimp.” I took the return of the Cork accent to be a very bad sign. “You have no clue, do you?”Clue about what? “I know Erin and Riley are great k**s and you’ll have a blast being a big sister to them.””I don’t need any more fuckin’ siblings. I have t’ree brothers already. Half-brothers now la. They’re gimps, but I love them. I wouldn’t travel around Europe with one of them as me fella, fuckin’ ’em every chance I could.””I’m sorry, Sinead.””Sorry? You’re sorry? You’re a sorry ass excuse for a fella! You’ve ruined my life just when I t’ought I’d have everythin’.””It’s not going to be only Erin, Riley and me. I’m close to my whole extended family. You have some wonderful cousins, aunt and uncles who will love having you as part of the family.””You’re such a gimp. Why do you t’ink I left my hometown as soon as I could then never went back?”I was confused. I said what I thought was the obvious answer. “Maeve?””I was glad to live away from her, but she wasn’t the main reason. The main reason was that I was tired of being the punch line of every joke in town.” It seemed like Sinead was picking her words, shifting away from the Cork accent to American so she could explain this clearly to me. “Tired of people pointing me out to strangers then obviously telling them the story of my scandalous birth. I was always terrified in Cork that my friends would find about how I was a bastard and that my mam fled the country rather than raise me. I thought I was finally going to put that all behind me. Now, you want me to tell everyone that my dad is my mam’s cousin? That she tricked him into getting her pregnant while he was engaged? That a year after I was born, she left me to my grandmam to raise while she moved to Boston? Do you want me to tell everyone that story about your mam?”Sinead gave me a penetrating stare.”No. No, I don’t.”I didn’t want anyone to know that story about my mom. I particularly didn’t want my sisters to know it. I loved my mom and I wasn’t going to ruin her reputation.”I can’t believe you lied to me the whole summer.””I never lied to you, Sinead. I kept a big secret from you, but I never lied.””You told me we were going to live together in Boston. Are you planning on me living with you, brother?”I sighed. This was going very, very badly. “I agreed to us living together as a couple before I found out you were my sister. Since then, I’ve always said we’ll have to see what my roommate said.””Are you going to ask your roommate, brother?””No,” I said weakly. She had me there.”Then you fuckin’ lied to me! You lied to me all summer! I’ve been planning on how we’ll live happily together and you knew it was never going to happen!”I’d rather she threw me on the ground and kicked me.”What am I supposed to tell my friends on Facebook?” Sinead continued. “The ones I’ve told all summer about what a great fella you are and how I’m looking forward to living with you?”My plan had been for her to post something like “I’m not kaçak bahis going to have time to Facebook in my new life in Boston” and then to stop using Facebook. It was a very bad plan, but I couldn’t think of anything else. Probably not the best time to make that suggestion.”I…don’t have any good ideas.””Because you’re such a gimp! You’ve ruined everythin’!” Sinead was tearing up now. She sat down on my bed. “Everythin’ is ruined”, she muttered without looking at me. “I t’ought I was going to be so happy and you’ve ruined it. I should have gone to Germany.” Sinead looked up at me and pointed to the door. “Get out of here! Leave me alone!”I felt low enough to slither under the door. As I left the room, I could hear Sinead sobbing behind me.Well, that was a fucking disaster.I had expected it to be bad, but I had never dreamed it would be that bad. I had held on like a lifeline to the idea that Sinead would be somewhat happy to join my family. I was going to miss her so much as a girlfriend, but I was going to be proud to introduce this beautiful, smart woman as my sister. Now, I realized that telling people she’s my sister meant dragging Mom’s name through the mud. And if she’s not going to be my sister, what is Sinead going to be? A friend? Rarely have I seen a couple stay friends after they break up and Sinead has plenty of reasons to be bitter after our break up.On the bright side, she didn’t try to kill me.That’s about the only bright side. And she could always try when she comes out of the room.I was sitting on the couch with my head in my hands. I had to do something physical. Something I had learned during my depression was to keep doing and keep moving. When I had done nothing, the blackness had overwhelmed me.Our bags were in the living room. I hauled them over to the washing machine and emptied them. I sorted our clothes into dark and lights. I put the first load of lights into the washing machine and started it.As I was organizing the other loads, Sinead came out of my bedroom. “Are there any other secrets you’re keeping from me?” The tears were dried, but she was still pissed.”No.” I realized that the primal urge to deny would get me in deeper shit later. “Yes. I always planned for you to live with Dad. That way, I would have honored my promise to provide a place for you to live. Also, I really wanted you to be a big sister to Erin and Riley. They’re about to become young women; they’re going to be having womanly issues soon; and Dad and I will be of no help with those.” I sighed. “Mom started dating Dad three months after she moved to Boston and two months later, she was pregnant with me. Dad did the right thing and married her when she was seven months pregnant.” I smiled a little bit. “Mom and Dad were embarrassed by how close their wedding and my birth were, so they always told people that they were married a year more than they actually were.””Anything else?””I am going to buy you the latest and greatest iPad for Christmas and then start using your old one.”Sinead gave me a little smile and shook her head. “I didn’t need to know that. I mean secrets I would want to know.””It’s so hard to say. I’ve purposely not told you much about my parents because I didn’t want you to figure out we had the same mom. I’m not purposely holding anything back.””Did Mam ever say anything to make you suspect she had a daughter back in Ireland?””No. She never talked about her life before she came to Boston. Not to me, not to Dad, not to friends.””Did she leave any letters that could be addressed to me?””No.””I want to talk to your dad and find out if Mam said anything to him.””Look – it was Dad’s idea that I go to Cork to find out about Mom. It had always bothered him that Mom refused to talk about her life before she came to Boston. He told me as a last step before getting divorced, he and Mom had gone to marriage counseling. At counseling, he had brought up he suspected that she had purposely gotten pregnant to force him to marry her. She had admitted she had. She had been terrified of being picked up by Immigration and being forced to go back to Ireland. But she had refused to say what she was so terrified of. If Dad told me that, he wouldn’t have held back Mom mentioning she had a c***d in Ireland or she had left a letter to be given to someone named Sinead who stopped by.”Sinead processed that for a moment. “So our Mam purposely got pregnant with your Dad like she did with mine?””Yes, though it worked out better for her with my dad.””Why didn’t your parents divorce?””What?””Why didn’t your parents divorce? I’m curious.”Sinead didn’t sound so pissed. Was she genuinely interested? Or was she probing to see if she could catch me in another lie?”Once Mom admitted she had purposely gotten pregnant, she apologized to Dad and promised to do anything to make it up to him. That was the turning point as Dad had always been angry about missing out on so much because he had become a father so soon. Mom’s offer made him think about what he really wanted in life. Dad thought about buying a new truck or going out to bars regularly with his buddies, but he wound up choosing to have more k**s. It was a financial struggle raising the three of us, but Dad was willing to make those sacrifices for a bigger family.”That seemed to convince Sinead that Dad had told me all he knew about Mom’s past. “So there was no point in my coming to Boston. I might as well have gone to Germany.””With you in Boston, I can show you pictures of your mom. Would you like that?””Aye.” Sinead brightened. “Aye, I would.”I went to my computer and found my picture folder named “Family”. I started at the oldest photo and worked backward.”Here’s one of my family right before Christmas Eve Mass.” They were dressed to the nines.”Mam was pretty.””She was.””And your dad is handsome. Like you.” Sinead gave me a smile.”This is Mom with Erin right after she had performed in The Nutcracker at her ballet school.” Mom was smiling proudly as she clasped Erin.We went steadily through all of the pictures of Mom, with me providing the story behind each picture. We eventually reached the first picture that I ever took, one of Mom holding Erin minutes after she was born.”May I look at these alone?” Sinead asked.”Sure.””Do you mind if I look at other pictures?””Look at anything you want. I’m done hiding things from you.”I left the bedroom and sat down on the couch in the living room. I was glad I had thought of looking at pictures as that seemed to soothe Sinead’s anger. I tried to think of things of Mom’s I could give Sinead. But how could I justify to Dad giving something of Mom’s to Sinead? Then I started thinking about what kind of relationship Sinead and I were going to have.Do something. Move.I was hungry. Sinead and I had eaten something light at the airport when we landed. I went into the kitchen and looked into the refrigerator – a to-go box from a restaurant, many condiments from various fast food places and lots of beer. I opened the freezer to find three frozen pizzas. In the pantry, I discovered a collection of most of the chips known to man. The one cookable thing in the pantry was a box of mac and cheese.”Dinosaur shapes. Awesome.”I put water on to boil and then opened up the package. I pitched the package of artificial cheese-like powder. I’d come up with something better.I went back to the fridge and found some spreadable butter. A butter sauce was kind of bland, but better than nothing. Then I noticed a little tub of garlic sauce for dipping pizza crust into. While I boiled the pasta, I worked on finding the right proportion of garlic sauce and melted spreadable butter.Once lunch was ready, I knocked on the door to my bedroom and then opened it. Sinead was sitting on my bed thinking. One of the few pictures I had taken of only Mom was up on my PC. “Sinead, lunch.””It smells wonderful,” said Sinead as she sat down to eat.I told her about how I had made the meal.”You’re amazing,” said Sinead. “Thanks for making lunch and thanks for doing the laundry. If I was your girlfriend, I’d do other chores in return. But now that I’m your sister, I’ll just have to say thanks.””I thought we weren’t going to be brother and sister.””We can be when it’s only the two of us. And I prefer sister to former girlfriend.””Okay.” I preferred brother to former boyfriend. “We’re transitioning.”I wondered briefly about what chores Sinead had planned on doing. I was certain she had a list of how we would split the chores. But why bother asking about it as we weren’t going to be living together?”Sinead, I just want to say that I love you and…””How can you say that?! How can you say that after you lied to me all summer! When you knew that you’d hurt me so badly today?!”Sinead was tearing up. She went from zero to sixty incredibly fast. I knew that she had lots of reasons to be angry, but I was starting to hit my limit for abuse.”Let me finish. I just want to say that I love you and it’s killed me all summer knowing my love for you was going to hurt you today. I knew that the more I loved you, the more it would hurt you; but I couldn’t stop loving you more and more. I’m sorry I could never figure out a way to love you with hurting you today.”That seemed to phase Sinead. “I’m sorry that I’m so angry. I wish that you had told me sooner, but I understand why you waited – you had sworn an oath to my dad.””Don’t blame your dad. I had thought a number of times of telling you this summer, but telling you today always seemed like the least bad option. Perhaps it was because I enjoyed being your boyfriend so much that I couldn’t give it up. I wouldn’t have told you today if I could have avoided it.””But at least you told me. That was more that my dad ever did. You don’t understand how important my mam was to me. All my life, the thing I wanted most was to meet her and for her to tell me that she had loved me when I was born, that she loved me when I was little and that she still loved me now; and that she was proud of the woman that I had become. Now that’s been taken away from me forever.””Have you ever considered that you aren’t the only one who wanted to put the scandal of your birth behind them?” I knew I shouldn’t have said it as soon as the words started coming out of my mouth, but I couldn’t stop the urge to push back. “Have you ever considered what Mom would think when you showed up on her doorstep? She had spent her whole time in Boston refusing to tell everyone close to her about her life in Ireland and you expected her to greet you with open arms?”Sinead stood up, her face flushed with anger. “I did! And she would have! She would have because…because…because she was my mam!”Sinead ran out of the kitchen and into my bedroom, slamming the door behind her.I was disgusted with myself. It had been a cruel thing to say and what was the point of saying it? So I could feel a little better about crushing her dreams about Mom?I emptied the dishwasher and put our dishes in. I moved the lights to the dryer and started a load of darks. I then sat back down on the couch.What was going to happen between Sinead and me? Probably the best thing would be for her to go to Germany. She could stay with some of her friends from college there. She could get a job programming. She could come up with some story about how I turned into a total jerk once she got to Boston. Maybe I expected to be able to share her with my friends? Who knows? I’d pay for her plane ticket. I’d show her around Boston today and tomorrow then she’d fly to Germany on Tuesday.I hoped she would want to stay in touch. I didn’t think I could handle being friends on Facebook, to see a steady feed of her being happy somewhere else without me. She’d find a new boyfriend soon enough. Perhaps we would email each other once a month. I really did want to keep in touch.Do something. Move.I found a pathetically underpowered vacuum cleaner in the closet. The carpet looked like it hadn’t been vacuumed since Doug and I moved in. I was doing my best to suck up chip crumbs when I felt someone touch my arm. I turned off the vacuum.Sinead said, “Please come hold me.”We went into my bedroom and Sinead got on the bed. I took off my shoes and socks and got on the bed too. She leaned into me and I wrapped my arms around her.”You were right,” said Sinead bitterly. “Mam had such a wonderful life – a handsome husband, three wonderful k**s, a great marriage, and friends who probably thought the world of her. Why would she risk all that for me? As you said, she had put the scandal of my birth behind her. Why would she want to share it with everyone because I showed up at her door?”I held Sinead as she cried. I had nothing to say. I wanted to tell her that I loved her and that I’d always be there for her, but saying so would make things worse.”It’s probably best that I got to know her through you,” continued Sinead. “If I showed up at her door, what would she have said? Nice to meet you, now leave and never come back? This way, I know she was the loving mother that I had always thought she was, but it was my fate that she could never love me the way she wanted to.”She pulled back and I let go of her. She took my hands. “Listen to this and tell me if it makes sense. She loved my dad with all her heart. She wanted to marry him and have k**s with him. But he refused, instead choosing to marry Maeve. Mam didn’t want to give up the relationship. She was happy to be Dad’s lover. She knew Dad couldn’t resist her and she seduced him the first chance she had.”Sinead sighed. “Then I was born and things went wrong. Instead of bringing her and Dad together, I kept them apart. Everyone watched Mam like a hawk for clues as to who was my father. Grandmam found the letters and forbid Mam from seeing Dad. After a while, Mam realized it was pointless staying in Ireland and agreed to go to Boston.””When she got to Boston, she met your dad, got pregnant with you and married your dad. But she was still in love with my dad. She named you after him. She wrote Dad letters about you and sent him pictures of you. You were the c***d she wished she had had with my dad. After years with no communication from my dad, she fell out of love with him and in love with your dad. She was finally ready to have more k**s with him. She then had a very happy life, but it was a life in which I didn’t fit. Does that sound reasonable?””It does.” I hugged Sinead again. She felt so good to hold. “I’m sorry, Sinead.” I released her and went back to holding hands.”It’s okay. It’s definitely not your fault. Talking through it all, I’m ready to let go of Sinead Murphy. She always had a cursed, unhappy life. I’m ready to be Sinead Hayes. I’m ready to write a long letter to Maeve, thanking her for adopting me and doing such a good job of raising me.””Could your parents have married?””Can cousins marry in Ireland? I don’t know. I don’t know if the church would have agreed to the marriage. I don’t think Dad would have married Mam even if he could. He seemed determined to marry Maeve instead.””Maeve offered him a better future. I’d guess he’d married her hoping that things would work out.””And they partially did. Dad loves being a successful farmer, but Maeve makes him miserable.”I could see Maeve making any husband miserable.”Enough about them,” said Sinead. “What about us? Do you have any ideas?””None worth sharing.” Then I thought of something. “Oh, I forgot to tell you – Mom died because of unsafe practices at her work. Dad sued the company for negligence and won a large settlement. He gave me a fourth of the settlement. That’s what I used to travel around Europe. I’ll give you half of what I got.” I told her how much. “That will be more than enough to get you situated anywhere you choose to go.””You don’t have to, Noel.””I want to.””I don’t want you to.””Sinead…””How about this – I’ll figure out what I want to do then we’ll discuss the money, okay?””Okay.””Would you mind leaving me alone so I can think?””Not at all. I’ll be vacuuming and cleaning.” I got off the bed and headed out of the room, grabbing my cell phone on the way.As I got to the door, Sinead said, “I wonder what Mam would advise?”I closed the door behind me and turned back on the vacuum cleaner. It was an interesting idea – what would Mom had advised? We were her two c***dren, brought into the world while she was in love with Sinead’s dad. She knew about the pain and heartache of i****tuous relationships. What would she advise? I had no idea.I was in a better mood because Sinead was in a better mood. I had to trust that she would figure something out. I texted Doug about when he was going to be back at the apartment. He texted back late tomorrow night.As I cleaned the apartment, I had some serious doubts about how compatible Doug and I were as roommates. I didn’t want the apartment as clean as Mom had kept the house, but I had standards. I wondered if Doug had done anything to clean while I was in Europe. For a second, I thought about having Sinead as my roommate if she stayed in Boston. I knew we could equitably divide the chores. But could I stand to live with her? Would I forget she was my sister when I saw her in some sexy outfit? How would I take it when she brought some guy home? No, best not go there.”Noel, please come hold me again.”I went into my bedroom, climbed onto the bed and hugged Sinead. She had changed into one of my t-shirts while keeping on her skirt. She never wore a t-shirt with a skirt. Had she spilled something on her blouse?”Thanks, Noel, for being patient.”Sinead broke the hug and we held hands. She smiled at me. She looked the happiest since I had told her about Mom.”I think I have things figured out. But before I say anything, I want to know how you want our relationship to be.””I want you to be happy.”Sinead give me a little smirk. “I asked how you want our relationship to be, not how you want me to be. I’m assuming we both want both of us happy.””I don’t know, Sinead. I don’t have any good ideas for how our relationship should be.””Come on. You must have come up with at least one idea.”Was she braless? She was wearing a dark t-shirt so I couldn’t see the outline of her nipples. I could make a little bit of her nub and when she moved, it seemed like she jiggled.”I was thinking you would go to Germany to be with some of your friends from college. Today and tomorrow, I’d give you a tour of Boston then Tuesday you’d fly out. We’d keep in touch by email, maybe once a month.””That would not make me happy. I don’t want to live in Germany. I don’t want to have to speak German all the time and I don’t want to work for the overlords who have Ireland under their economic thumb. Try again.””Sinead…””Come on, try again. Humor me.”She was smiling now and the sparkle was back in her eyes. She was enjoying herself.”Okay. You could live with Dad and my sisters for a while. Dad and I would help you network within the Irish community to get a job and a roommate. We would be friends and see each other occasionally at Irish functions.””I like that a lot better. I’m looking forward to meeting Erin and Riley and being a big sister to them. And I’m looking forward to doing things with the Irish community here in Boston. But that’s not what I want.” Sinead sidled up next to me then leaned into me. “Do you know what I really want?””No.”In a low, sexy voice, Sinead said, “Sinead Hayes wants to celebrate moving in with her Boston boyfriend by giving him a good fucking.””Sinead!””I’ve been thinking a lot about my mam and dad.” Sinead grabbed my right hand with both of her hands. “How they loved each other.” She toyed with my hand. “How they were miserable for years because they didn’t stay together.” Sinead raised my hand upwards. “We aren’t going to make that mistake.” Sinead put my hand on her left tit. She was definitely braless.Sinead smiled at me as I kept my hand there. I knew I should take it away, but it felt so good in my hand.”I realized another way that you and I are like my mam and dad.” She grabbed my other hand. “You can’t resist me, just like Dad couldn’t resist Mam”. She raised my hand up and put it on her other tit. “You tried hard to resist me, didn’t you? You couldn’t resist making love to me the morning after I showed you the pictures of Mam.””I had thought it was ridiculous to even consider that the first person I had met in Ireland was a sister that I hadn’t know I had had.”Sinead smiled and raised her eyebrows to show that she didn’t believe me. She moved her chest a little forward and back, so her tits would move within my hands. I knew I should have dropped me hands, that even though I had done nothing to fondle Sinead’s tits it was wrong of me to do so. Sinead was lightly holding my wrists and I could have easily broken out of her grasp, but I couldn’t bring myself to do it.”Then when I brought you up to my room, you didn’t resist me.””I didn’t want to make noise with your parents next door. And you fucked me. I just laid there.”My justification sounded feeble in my ears. Sinead smirked. She grabbed the bottom of her shirt, pulled it over her head and tossed it aside, exposing her beautiful tits to me. She grabbed my hands and led them back to her tits.Sinead had planned this. She had purposely changed into one of my t-shirts so that she could easily get my hands onto her naked tits. I started to pull my hands away, but Sinead tightened her grip on my wrists. When my hands stayed on her tits, she smiled at me. I felt so weak in her presence. She knew what I wanted and she knew how to give me what I wanted so I couldn’t refuse it.”Then you decided to run. Leave me and go to London. To get safely away from your sister. You bought the ferry ticket without telling me. Were you planning on coming back to Ireland for the two weeks prior to your departure?””No.””But I wouldn’t let you go. And you didn’t put up any resistance to my coming with you.”Her tits felt so good in my hands. I had thought I would never touch them again, but here I was. I could feel my resolve crumbling.I practically mumbled, “Once I made the offer to come back to Ireland and travel with you, I didn’t think I could tell you no with no justification.”Again, Sinead started leaning towards me and away from me so her tits would move within my hands. “You could have said no and not offered a justification. But you wanted me to travel with you. You wanted your sister to be with you as you explored Europe. You wanted her in your bed as often as you could arrange it.” Sinead reached down with her hand and grabbed my cock through my shorts. I was hard. “You even fell in love with her, even though you didn’t want to. Didn’t you?””Yes.”I could feel my hands squeezing and releasing Sinead’s tits. It was like they were acting on their own volition. I had squeezed her perfect tits so many times before that they knew to do it without my thinking, like how you ride a bike automatically.”Then you told me a little while ago that several times in Europe you almost told me that I was your sister. But you never could do it, could you?”I shook my head.”You knew it was wrong to fuck me, to be in love with me, to have me think that we would be living together in Boston as boyfriend and girlfriend. But you couldn’t end it. You couldn’t give up having your sister as your girlfriend one day earlier than you needed to, could you?”Sinead had hit the nail on the head with the hammer. I had known all summer what I was doing was wrong, but I couldn’t give it up. That was why I had been so willing to kick the can down the road. But it didn’t change that what we had done all summer was wrong, just like what we were doing now was wrong.Sinead raised up on her knees. “Come here,” she said as she grabbed my head and guided it to her chest. Her nipple popped into my mouth. I sucked on it, like it was a natural reflex. Sinead moaned. “That feels so good, Noel. I love it when you suck on my tits. You love sucking on my tits, don’t you?” I didn’t answer. My continued sucking was answer enough.”Are my tits the only tits in the world you want to suck on?”I didn’t answer as I continued to suck on her tit. Sinead grabbed my head and lightly pulled me off her tit so she could look me straight in the eye.”Are my tits the only tits in the world you want to suck on?”It took me only a second to reach an answer. “Yes, they are.””Good answer,” said Sinead as she guided my head to her other tit. “Aye, Noel, suck on it like that. You’re getting me so hot.”Sinead grabbed my hand and guided it under her skirt to her bare pussy. She wasn’t wearing any panties.”Feel that, Noel? I’m getting wet for you. My body doesn’t care that you’re my brother. All it cares about is that you’re a male that I want to fuck. And I badly want to fuck you.”Sinead’s low, sexy voice and her body had me mesmerized. I was completely under her spell. A voice in my head was screaming that this was wrong, that I should stop it right now, get off of the bed and get out of the room. But it seemed to be screaming from far away and I could barely hear it. What I mainly heard was the roar of lust in my ears. My body didn’t care that Sinead was my sister and it badly wanted to fuck her too.”I’m almost done talking, Noel. Let’s get more comfortable for the rest of the conversation. Take your shorts and underwear off.”I got off the bed and stood up. This was it. This was the time for me to say that this was wrong, that we were brother and sister and shouldn’t be doing this.I started to speak, but couldn’t. Sinead smiled at me as she unzipped her skirt. She knew I’d do what she wanted. My defenses crumbled. I pulled down my shorts and underwear and I got back on the bed naked.I had expected we would get under the covers, but instead Sinead had us sit on the covers facing each other. Our bodies were next to each other’s with my legs over her legs, which were wrapped around me. Our crotches were touching. We held each other close.Sinead smiled at me. She had planned all this and I had meekly gone along. She was right – I couldn’t resist her.Sinead kissed me. It was a short kiss, but clearly a kiss from a girlfriend, not a sister. It felt so right.”I love you, Noel. Do you love me?””Yes,” I said in a defeated voice.”And you can’t resist me. If I wanted to fuck right now, you’d go along. And if we fucked right now, you’d fuck me again tonight; and you’d fuck me again tomorrow; and you’d fuck me every day after that. Wouldn’t you?”I didn’t answer. We both knew it was true.”But I’m stopping here, Noel. I want to fuck you, but more importantly I want you to want to fuck me. I want you to love me like you’ve loved me all summer. You’re the only fella for me, Noel, but you have to choose to be me fella. Know that if you don’t choose to be me fella, we’ll both be miserable for years, if not for the rest of our lives. What do you want, Noel?”I sighed. “Sinead, we’re brother and sister.””You’re the brother of Sinead Murphy. She’s gone. We said goodbye to her a little while ago. I’m Sinead Hayes now, daughter of an upstanding farming couple that you aren’t related to.””Sinead, regardless of what name you go by, we’re still brother and sister.””It will be our secret. And that’s fine – all couples have secrets. Your parents kept how long they were married a secret.”I felt like Sinead was running circles around me. “Your dad knows.””And my dad will say nothing, because he knows if he ever says anything, it will come out that he knocked up Mam while he was engaged to Maeve.””What about k**s? Wouldn’t our k**s be fucked up?””k**s are way out there in the future and hopefully we’ll be making enough money by then that we’ll have lots of options if we need to work around that.”I had been tossing out any old question that had popped into my head. If Sinead and I had to adopt, would it change anything?What did I want? If Sinead and I wanted to be a couple, almost certainly no one would ever know we were brother and sister. It would take some serious digging to turn up that we were related. What did I want? I said earlier that I wanted Sinead to be happy. She’s made it clear what would make her happy. And being her boyfriend again would certainly make me happy. However, I had hated keeping all summer that I was her brother a secret from her. Did I really want to keep it a secret from everyone else for forever?”Sinead, I love you. But we’re brother and sister. It’s wrong for us to be a couple.” The confident smile was gone from her face. “I don’t know why it’s wrong for us to be a couple. I don’t know if anyone ever said to me that it would be wrong for me to have sex with my sister.” She was definitely worried now. “No one has to tell me that I should never touch Erin or Riley in a sexual way. It’s just wrong. So I don’t think we should be a couple.”Sinead was crestfallen. She hung her head.I had expected a “you’re right but that sucks” look. Instead, Sinead had a “I can’t believe the idiot decided that” look. I realized I had missed something; that she had said something she had thought had turned things around and I had missed it. I thought over what she had said and I realized what I had missed. And yes, I was an idiot.I couldn’t take back what I had said, so I added to it by saying, “That is, we shouldn’t be a couple unless we both believe that the other is truly the only person for them.”A smile exploded onto Sinead’s face. “I’m willing to let you convince me that you’re the only person for me.” She wrapped her arms around me and pulled me down so that I was lying on top of her. “Tell me how much you love me.”Well, I had given her a bad scare, so it was the least I could do. “I love you, Sinead, with all my heart and all my soul. And you’re right, I can’t resist you. I’ve tried and I’ve tried and each time, I failed badly. So I’m not going to try to resist you anymore. You’re going to have to put up with me loving you forever. I hope you can handle that.”Sinead kissed me. Her eyes sparkled with joy. “I’ve got a few questions before I’m totally convinced.” I had been kneeling above Sinead, but she moved and pushed my legs as she spoke so that we ended up in the missionary position.”Who’s in charge?” Sinead asked.”You are.”I kissed Sinead hungrily. I slipped my tongue into her mouth then our tongues dueled rapidly. Thrust and parry. Block and riposte. I felt so light, like a huge burden that I had carried all summer was gone from my shoulders. I loved Sinead and she loved me, both as we are.”That was so wonderful,” said Sinead, “I almost forgot my next question.” I felt Sinead’s hand grab my cock and guide it to her pussy lips, where she held it in place.”Are you ever going to keep a secret from me bigger than what present you’re going to buy me?””Never.”Sinead pulled the crown of my cock into her. I pushed slowly from there. She wasn’t as wet as when I’ve made her come before penetrating her so I took my time pushing into her. Eventually, I was buried all the way into her.”I love you, Sinead.”I felt so great to be able to say it without holding back. No secret asterisk. No hidden caveat. No fine print. I loved her as much as any man as ever loved a woman.”I love you, Noel.”I pulled slowly back. It felt so good to be in Sinead again. We were made for each other. Tingles flowed up my cock then through the rest of my body. Her pussy was wonderfully tight as it wrapped around my cock. It offered resistance as I buried my cock in her again, but it was a joyful embrace kind of resistance.”Don’t…stop…fucking me,” said Sinead as she writhed in pleasure on my cock.I loved looking down on her beautiful face. We had done it. We had come through the storm and ended up more in love on the other side.”I have one last question,” said Sinead. She flashed me an impish smile. “Now that we have this nice apartment, are we going to fuck only in the missionary position on your bed?””No way.”I grabbed Sinead and while still embedded in her, dragged her to the edge of the bed so that I could stand up and fuck her. I resumed plunging in and out of her.”As soon as I can, I’m going to fuck you in my car. Some day, I’ll sneak you into my office and fuck you on my desk. We’re going to fuck every place imaginable in this apartment. We not going to be here much on the weekends as we’ll be fucking all over New England.””Fuck me, Noel. I love you. And I want to fuck you everywhere.”I felt like an a****l. It was okay for me to lust for Sinead now. To fuck her without reservation. To delight in her body. We both moaned as I plunged deeply in and out of her.I liked how I was towering over Sinead, but the angle felt wrong. Also, it was so…conventional. I had an idea. I bear hugged Sinead and lifted her off the bed. She was too heavy for me to fuck standing up, but I could carry her for a short distance.I carried her out of the bedroom and over to the washing machine, where I set her gently down. I tried to resume fucking her, but she was too high. Sinead solved that by jumping off the washing machine, turning around, leaning over the washing machine while lifting her leg to rest it on the dryer. I plunged my cock back into her.”Oh God, Noel. I love it.”I had to rise up on my toes a bit to get the right angle, but I loved it too. I put one hand on her narrow waist and I put the other hand on her long, beautiful leg. I resumed fucking Sinead, falling into an easy rhythm. Sinead couldn’t move much, so I did all the work. In and out, in and out. It was a delight to be fucking her without any guilt.”I should have fucked you in that laundromat in Paris after our first fight.””You should have. I would have loved it.”I was fucking her hard now. My body made a loud slapping noise each time I buried my cock in her. She was very wet now, so each thrust was pure pleasure.Sinead said, “You’ve convinced me that you’re the only one for me.”I chuckled. “You’re the only one for me. There’s no one like you.”We normally didn’t talk while we fucked, but I was so joyful that I kept thinking of things to share. “You know, I’ll think of this every time I do laundry.”Sinead turned to me and smiled. “We’ll have to think of something to do in the kitchen that you’ll think of each time you cook.”She turned back and held tight to the washer as I savagely pounded her. Instead of going “oh, oh, oh” like usual, Sinead went “oui, oui, oui”, which cracked me up.I came so close to losing this wonderful woman. I’m such an idiot.It was warm where we were and we were sweating hard. I could feel the sweat as I ran my hand down her leg. Sinead’s hair was damp with sweat. She had never looked more beautiful than she did then.The “oui, oui, oui” had become “oh, oh, oh” as our crazy fuck continued. I could tell she was getting close. I held off as long as I could. I felt so good fucking the woman I was going to love forever.Finally, I could hold back no more and my cum blasted into her. At the same time, I felt Sinead shudder with her orgasm. I pumped more slowly into Sinead, then even more slowly, and then I stopped. I pulled out.Sinead stood up and hugged me. While we continued hugging, we staggered through the door to my bedroom and collapsed on the bed. We got under the covers and cuddled.”I love you, Sinead.””And I love you, Noel.””I’m sorry about the scare there. When I found out that you were my sister, I planned on doing the right thing today and started working on the speech. I should have thought things through and realized I needed to do the right-right thing.”Then Sinead squeezed me tight and her voice got very serious. “After I had to give up all my dreams about Mam, I couldn’t give you up too.”I gave her a gentle hug. “It’s okay, it’s okay. I’m very glad that you talked some sense into me. I would have been so miserable without you.”That was what I had missed in her talk. When I had thought about breaking up with Sinead, I had always assumed the old plenty-of-fish-in-the-sea thing; that we would move on, find new significant others fairly quickly and ride off happily to different sunsets. That wouldn’t have happened. Yes, there would have been other fish in the sea, but they would have had to compete the memory of Sinead – my beautiful, wonderful, brilliant Sinead. But that wasn’t all – they’d have to compete with the memory of Sinead pretending to be wearing the crown jewels, Sinead admiring the view from the Eiffel Tower, Sinead rubbing the foot of Saint Peter at the Vatican for good luck, Sinead sitting on the sink in a rail car bathroom with her panties off and her skirt held high. We had fallen in love while on a wonderful adventure, the likes of which I’ll never have again. No woman would ever be able to compete with that. I would have been miserable forever, always toting a truckload of baggage into every relationship. Sinead was facing the same thing. How could deciding that we would both be miserable forever be the right thing?I pictured Sinead and I, old and gray with our great-grandc***dren around us. Some movie would be on and I’d say, “That movie reminds me of the one we saw in London.” Then we’d both smile. Sinead and I are going to have lots and lots of secrets to keep.”Sinead, have you…um…given any thought to marriage?”Sinead squealed then hugged me tight.”I’ve already picked out our wedding rings.”EpilogueI gave Sinead my phone before pulling out onto the street. “Text my dad and tell him that I’m on my way to the house. That I’ve got a big surprise from Ireland for him and the girls.”Sinead smiled at me, then worked my phone for a few moments. “Done.”I took my phone from her and put it in a cup holder. “I’m nervous.””You’re nervous?” Sinead said incredulously. “I’m about to meet your family as your fiancee when they have no idea I exist and you’re nervous?””I am. I had how I was going to introduce you as our half-sister all worked out. I’m totally unprepared to introduce you as my fiancee. Whereas you probably have had a plan for a long time for what to do when I introduce you.””I do have a plan. It’s to smile prettily while you do all the talking.”I chuckled. “Are you my fiancee if I haven’t given you a ring yet? Or are we just planning to get married right now?””Yes, I’m your fiancee, you silly goose. The ring doesn’t matter. I don’t care about the ring. The commitment to get married is all that’s important.””Okay.” Then I thought of something. “Are you sure about getting married, Sinead?””Absolutely.””Good. Then we should get married as quickly as possible. You meet with the immigration lawyer this week, find out any special i’s we need to dot and t’s we need to cross, then we’ll go to the courthouse and get married.””Why am I the only one to meet with the immigration lawyer?””Because this is my first week at work and I don’t want to take any time off. If we can make an appointment for after work, I’ll go. Otherwise, you’ll have to handle everything.””Why the rush to get married?””Because if we don’t get married right away, my family is going to want to give us a big wedding. Invite all of my family. And your family.””My family can never come here,” cut in Sinead. She sighed. “I know that sounds terrible, but if one of them ever comes here, it’ll come out that we are brother and sister.”I nodded my head in agreement.”I don’t know what I think about my family,” continued Sinead. “I’m so glad to know that my dad is really my dad, that my biological father isn’t just some random fella but someone who loves me dearly. But I’m furious that he never told me, that he never trusted me enough to tell me the truth, and that he had someone he didn’t know do what he should have done all along.””Your dad wanted you to call him after I told you what he told me.””And I’m going to give him a piece of my mind.””Are you going to tell him that we’re getting married?”Another big sigh. “No. I don’t want to risk him do something to stop us from getting married. And if I told him that we’re getting married, I’d have to tell him that I’d lied to him all summer. I don’t want to do that.” I waited, letting Sinead think more about what she wanted to do. “I don’t want my family to know that I’m going to be a US citizen. Hopefully, I’ll get a job here programming iPads…””I’m sure that someone my dad knows can help you get you a programming job.””…and I don’t think I want my family to know that. Otherwise, one of my brothers will want to come over for a better economic opportunity.” Sinead nodded her head. “That’s it. I’ll keep in touch, maybe once a year, but I’ll tell them that I’m scratching out a meager existence, hiding in the shadows with the other non-citizens. No way I’d be able to host any of them that came for a visit.”The family secrets continue to grow…”What about your friends?””They could come over. They don’t know I’m adopted. They know what we’ll be telling everyone in Boston – that I barely speak to my family.” Sinead gave me a smile. “In fact, I’m hoping one or two will come over to live. Know of any nice fellas that I’d could set them up with?”I chuckled. “I do. I have a lot of friends who’d like to meet a pretty Irish girl.” I reached over and squeezed Sinead’s hand. “Particularly after they see how happy I’m in with mine.”For a while, I pointed out sights as I drove. Then Sinead said, “The only family member I really want at my wedding is Grandmam. But that’s not going to be possible – then it’ll come out that my mam was Margaret Murphy, not Maeve Hayes.””Aren’t you mad at her for not telling you your dad was your biological father?””Na, na. That was my dad’s responsibility.” Sinead was silent for a minute. “I’m going to have to tell Grandmam everything. Everyone else, I can tell them that I couldn’t find Mam and they’ll be fine with that. I can’t lie to Grandmam about not being able to find her only c***d. I have to tell her the truth.””Well, we know she can keep a secret.””She can. And she can keep an eye on my family to make sure that they don’t do anything that threatens us.”I stopped the car. “Here’s my house.”A haunted look came over Sinead. “So many times I imagined myself arriving outside Mam’s house like this. I’d step out of a taxi, go up to the front door, ring the bell, then Mam would open the door. She’d know instantly who I was. We’d hug, she’d invite me inside and I’d be her daughter from then on.”Tears were forming on Sinead’s face.I said, “She’s gone, but you’re still her daughter. You can’t meet her directly, but you can meet her husband and her two other daughters. You can see the house she lived in, how she decorated it. It’s far from being able to meet her, but it’s not nothing.”Sinead squeezed me hand. “Aye, it’s more than many adoptees ever get.”We sat in my car for a while, holding hands. Finally, Sinead said, “I think I’m ready to go in.”We held hands as we walked to the door. I opened it and called out, “I’m home!”I led Sinead into the living room. Dad, Erin and Riley were there, along with Mary, the woman Dad had been dating. They were surprised my Sinead’s presence.”Everyone, this is Sinead.” Where to begin? Might as well get it over with. “Sinead is my fiancee.” Everyone gasped. “I met her when I arrived in Ireland. She offered to show me around Cork for a few hours. We hit it off so well that we spent the rest of the day with each other. Then the next day. And the next day. She toured Europe with me. And this morning, we decided to get married.”Everyone looked at us in stunned silence. After a few moments, Dad said, “I’d thought I’d be the one with the big news – Mary and I are going to get married.””Congratulations!” I gave Mary a big hug. That seemed to jolt everyone out of their stupor and they all took turns hugging Sinead.”Where are you from?” asked Dad.”A small town outside of Cork. Though I’ve lived in Cork since I started university.”Erin said to Dad, “We told you that he was traveling with a girl.”Dad snickered. “You did. And I didn’t argue with you.”I said, “I don’t really know how to describe how it was between Sinead and me. It wasn’t love at first sight, but there was something special between us right away. At first, I thought it would it be just a brief vacation fling…””Noel cleaned my kitchen that first day we were together,” interrupted Sinead. “And after he cooked me an incredible breakfast, I decided to not let him get away.”Sinead and I sketched out her life story for my family. Then we pulled out our tablets and showed everyone our pictures of Europe. My family and Mary gradually warmed to Sinead. I could tell they were still shocked by my big news, but I felt they could tell how well Sinead and I got along and how much we loved each other.While we were showing pictures, I had an idea. Once we were done, I said to Dad, “Could I talk to you alone for a moment?””Sure, Son.”I went into my parents’ bedroom. Dad closed the door when he came in. He said, “Sinead seems like a wonderful girl. Still quite the surprise. Are you sure you want to get married so soon?””I’m sure. I have no doubts that she’s the right one for me.” Time to put my idea into action. “Do you have Mom’s wedding ring?”Dad looked confused. “I do.””Are you going to give it to Mary?””No.” My dad shook his head. “We’re going to get a new set of rings.””Could I give Mom’s ring to Sinead? I don’t have an engagement ring. I’ve told Sinead about how much I loved Mom and how much I miss her. I think she’d be touched if I gave her Mom’s ring.”Dad thought for a moment. “It’s not much of a ring. We didn’t have any money when we got married. I’m okay with you giving it to Sinead, but the girls have to agree too.””Perfect. Where is it?”Dad went over to the chest of drawers, opened a box on top of it, took out the ring and handed it to me.I asked, “Could you have Mary show Sinead the backyard for a few moments?”Dad smiled. “Certainly.”Dad and I re-entered the living room. Sinead asked me, “What are you up to?””Just giving you girls some time to get acquainted.”Sinead rolled her eyes at me. She knew I was up to something.Mary said to Sinead, “Let me show the backyard.”Sinead looked at me. I smiled innocently. She sighed and said, “That’d be wonderful.”Once Sinead was out of earshot, I held up Mom’s wedding ring and said to Erin and Riley, “I haven’t really proposed to Sinead yet. And I’d like to give her Mom’s wedding ring when I propose. Would either of you mind if I were to give Sinead Mom’s wedding ring?”Erin and Riley thought for a moment, then both said, “No.” Erin added, “She seems really nice.””She is. I’ve told her all about you two and she wants to be a big sister to the two of you. How about tomorrow you show her what American shopping malls are like?”They smiled. Erin said, “That’d be fun.”I heard Mary and Sinead coming back into the house. I flashed the ring to Erin and Riley, said “Thanks,” and then palmed it.Sinead came back into the living room and gave me a kiss. I could tell she knew I was up to something and was waiting for me to surprise her. As everyone was there, it was time.I got down on one knee and said, “Sinead, I love you.” I showed Sinead the ring. “This is my mom’s wedding ring” – our mom’s wedding ring. Tears started rolled down Sinead’s face. “Would you marry me and wear this ring as a symbol of our love for each other?”Tears were flooding Sinead’s face now. She nodded then said, “Yes.”I slipped the ring onto her finger, sprang up and pulled her into a hug. Sinead started sobbing into my chest. She would never know her mother as she had dreamed, but she would have her son and she’d wear her wedding ring every day.Erin, Riley and Dad formed a circle around us, then were gently hugging us. After a few moments, Dad said, “Welcome to the family, Sinead.”

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