Billy did it all very easily. He made me realize how much there was to live for. He taught me to remember only the good times that Greg and I shared and to forget about the bad memories. He taught me to accept my role in oral sex as something special, something good, not something that controlled my life. I would now control it, but it would still remain very important to me.
I loved my brother even more than that day he flew to San Francisco to rescue me. Seeing him was like seeing hope come alive. I was breathing again.
We went to Los Angeles and found an apartment and got me settled. Billy explained to me that he had been dating a girl very regularly and was thinking of getting married. I was happy for him, but I certainly wondered if that would keep us from having sex together again.
"I'll always keep some for little sister," he said, hugging me.
"And I'll always make room for you," I replied.
Then he kissed me on my cheek as he opened his pants and pulled out his cock. I took it in my lips and made love to it as I had back on the farm in Wisconsin. I felt good again, like myself. Billy always knew how to help me.
Two weeks later, we visited our parents in Two Forks and a lot of tears were shed when I saw my mother and dad for the first time in years. They didn't ask any questions. They only assured me they loved me and would always love and care about me wherever I might be.
Later that night, Billy and I went to the barn and sat on the bales of hay behind the partition just for old time's sake.
"Why didn't I see you in New York? Why did I run again? I could have saved myself from that whole drug scene…" I would never forgive myself for having run from Billy that time in New York.
"Hell, I guess I would have done the same thing. Were you ashamed?"
"Ashamed? God, you bet! I couldn't face you, with you knowing I was a professional whore!"
"You can face me any time," he said with compassion. I looked up at him and smiled. He was too good to be true.
"Maggie, I think I'm going to move to Los Angeles. I can get the company to transfer me. I really like California. Linda was born there. She finishes college in June. I know she'd like to go back out there."
"Fantastic!" I was surprised and overjoyed. I felt a tremendous relief to know Billy would be nearby, able to help, someone to run to for that strength and protection that I needed so badly.
"Hey," he asked softly, "care to do it once for old times?"
"Sure," I giggled, already opening his zipper.