Razor's Edge of Love

Chapter 7. Close Calls:


"I'd like to propose something for us all," Mr. Franklin stated as he, John and Julie sat down to their breakfast a few months later. "Some more family togetherness."

The lovers exchanged a knowing glance and nearly fell off of their chairs laughing.

"All right, I know I've been working a lot, but I'm serious," he told them, assuming that was the cause for their laughing fits.

Their laughter finally began to subside and their father continued, "For the past several weeks I've hardly seen you both in a room together for any substantial amount of time."

The siblings knew he was right and had to fight knowing smiles at why. When it wasn't because John was working it was often because one was off letting off excess steam in the shower unless it was time for dinner and one was under the table, helping to let off the others' excess steam.

"Well, we're here, now what?" Julie asked.

"I'm taking today off and I want to spend it with the two of you," he told them. "Just one day where I see the both of you for more than a matter of minutes."

"Okay," John said uncertainly, "I think we can manage that."

"I thought we'd go to a movie, maybe the park, have a picnic, then come back here for a while and then we all go out to a formal dinner," he said.

"It's all right with me," Julie said as she looked to her brother.

"It should be interesting," John said. "When do we leave?"

"I was hoping as soon as possible, you both look dressed enough for it."

"Actually, I'd like to put some real clothes on," Julie said. "At least if we're going to the park." She was in a long sleeved red midriff and short, tight denim cutoffs that didn't even completely cover her butt, just enough to toy with her brother's mind.

But luckily for John, he had already begun his playful retaliation by being dressed in a black muscle tank and only slightly loose fitting jeans.

"All right then, we'll go once you get changed," Mr. Franklin stated.

"I was hoping you'd at least keep the cutoffs on," John whispered when his sister came back in a long-sleeved, form fitting blue top and actual jeans.

"Not with the threat of ants," she whispered back. "Besides, you're in an over shirt now," she added as she looked to the long-sleeved white button down he had thrown on.

"Movie starts in a half an hour, we should get going," their father told them.

The siblings opted to ride in the backseat of their father's car, deciding it would be easier and less obvious because it would keep them from looking to each other in the mirrors.

At the theater they were beside each other again and with the loveseat style of the seats they didn't have to worry about an arm rest between them for which they were both thankful.

"Hey!" Julie cried in mock surprise as John leaned over her to put his drink in the cup holder to her left, his chest grazing hers.

"Mine doesn't have a cup holder and Dad's using his," he said softly as he contemplated stealing a quick kiss.

Julie almost wanted him to, her eyes had even begun dancing between his and his lips, but she knew with their father two seats from them, she had to resist. They both had to.

For the rest of the film they glanced to one another and their fingers intertwining rather than just having their hands holding for a while. But finally they managed to calm their nerves enough to rest their hands in each others' and Julie laid her head down on her brother's shoulder, John leaning his head against hers gently in response.

They both wanted more, but they both knew it was too risky. But at least every so often they could take comfort in knowing he could lean in so close to her and have no one think a thing of it as he reached for his drink.

"Did you kids enjoy the movie?" their father asked as they left the theater.

'What movie?' was Julie's first thought, again having found herself much more interested in the man beside her.

"Yeah, it was okay," John answered, though he had to admit to himself he hadn't seen much of it.

"On to the park now, right?" Julie asked.

"If you're both ready," was her answer.

Their father pulled off at a nearby drive through and picked up what he knew John and Julie wouldn't complain about eating for a picnic in the park.

"So, why is it I haven't seen you two around each other much lately?" their father asked once they had all sat down to lunch.

The lovers looked to each other as they tried to form a believable reply.

"Well, I've been working a lot," John lied.

"And friends have wanted to see me," Julie answered. It wasn't entirely a lie. Her friends had wanted to see her, but she had been spending most of her time with John instead.

"And at dinner?" he asked.

"Sometimes I prefer to take my showers at night," Julie said.

"And Bill's been trying to slack off at work," John answered. "Someone has to pick up his shifts and Bruce seems to think I'm the one to do it."

"It just seems strange. When you were both younger, it just seemed like you did everything together."

Again, the siblings had to fight a fit of laughter. While it was true that they had been close when they were younger, never had they been closer than they had been for the past year and a half now, aside from the night of their first kiss.

"We have always been close, haven't we?" Julie asked as she turned to her brother.

"For as long as I can remember," he answered as he looked to her.

And if it wasn't for their father being directly across from them right then, they would have done more than just let their eyes dance over the others' attractive features as they looked to each other still.

As their father had said, when they finished their lunch in the park they headed back home for a matter of hours until it was time for their reservation at a local formal restaurant their father had chosen.

"John, Julie, it's time to go!" he called from the living room just before eight o'clock.

"One last look," Julie said as she looked in her mirror. Not even she could remember the last time she wore this dress and now she was in it, the most formal one she owned, at her father's request. A form fitting, ankle length dark pink spaghetti strap number that she couldn't even remember having purchased. But at knowing she would soon be seeing John in a suit, it was no wonder she couldn't remember much else.

"Julie!" her father called a minute later.

She fluffed her dark waves and blotted her lip gloss and finally made it to the door of her room to head out. But before she could get to the hallway, John was in front of her. Obviously having been sent by their father to remind her of their reservation.

"Wow," he breathed when he saw her, his eyes falling over each inch. "You look amazing," he added as he brought his eyes back to hers. While her sheath wasn't skin tight, it hugged each of her curves and John's mind could only swim at the incredible sight.

"And you, wow," his sister managed at seeing his solid black suit, shirt and tie for what may have been the fiftieth time, but it never got old. And neither did the affect it had on her. He didn't have his small silver hoop earrings in for once, but his short dark hair was still spiked to perfection and she could hardly take her eyes away from yet another sight of him she couldn't help but love.

"You are wearing something under there, right?" he asked softly.

"Dental floss," she answered with a soft laugh. It wasn't much of a stretch. She was in the laciest and sheerest strapless bra she owned with the scrap of lace and string called panties to match.

"Come on!" they soon heard.

"Shall we?" John asked, offering his right arm, choosing to ignore their father's growing impatience.

"Sure," she said, her heart beginning to race and her smile yet to fade as she took his arm.

The lovers rode in the back of their father's car again, looking to each other almost the whole time. They wanted to be against each other, but had to settle for their hands touching, their fingers intertwining each time they wanted to move in for a kiss or more.

As they made their way to their table at the restaurant several minutes later, it was more of the same. But it was easier for them to conceal once their dinners arrived.

It was then they managed to move their chairs side by side knowing no one would think much of it as they had each mentioned wanting to try what the other had ordered.

"Good?" John asked.

"Um hmm," his sister replied.

"Yours is good, too," he said with a soft smile. "Are you cold?" he asked as his hand brushed hers, almost feeling the cold coming off like a fog.

"A little," she lied. It was freezing in the restaurant and she couldn't figure out how more of the women weren't shivering like she was on the verge of doing.

"Here," John said as he pulled his suit jacket off and put it over his sister's mostly bare shoulders.

"Thanks," she said as she put her arms through the long sleeves, her hands almost instantly covered by them.

"Excuse me, Sir," their server said as he came back to make sure everything was right with their orders a minute later. "This restaurant isn't jacket optional."

"Even if my date's cold?" he asked without missing a beat.

"John," their father said firmly.

"We'll turn the heat up, but you'll have to put your jacket back on or you'll have to leave," their server stated.

Julie didn't wait for John to argue again before pulling it off and handing it back to him, savoring the warmth and his sweet scent mixed with his intoxicating cologne until the very last second.

Wordlessly, John pulled it back on and asked their server, "Better?" as he slid an arm around his sister's waist, just out of their father's eye line.

Their server nodded and stepped away.

"Well, since he didn't say anything about me keeping my hands off of you," he said as he put them to her arms, trying to create some friction to warm her.

It wasn't that he had forgotten their father was across from them, he just knew he wasn't going to have the woman he loved suffering in silence when there was something he could do to keep her from suffering at all.

"Son, perhaps you could explain something to me," Mr. Franklin said. "Why did you refer to your sister as your date?"

"Because I thought it would sound better than anything else," he stated strongly, no fear within him or his voice as his hands continued their quick movements over his sister's otherwise bare shoulders and arms.

"Fair enough," he said. "Are you feeling warmer, Julie?"

"A little," she said with a thankful smile to her brother.

"We'll be home soon," John assured as he continued. "And then you can get into your warm pajamas and curl up in your warm bed and go to sleep in your warm room," he went on, hoping his words would help.

"Would you both excuse me?" their father said as he stood and left the table, heading towards the men's room.

"Mmm, I thought he'd never leave," John purred as he gave a quick peck to his sister's neck once their father was out of their eye line.

Julie only gave a soft giggle. "Careful with that," she said as she tried to lean slightly away, wanting to keep her senses.

"Just trying to keep you warm," he replied with his own slight laugh.

"Excuse me, you're John Franklin's father, aren't you?" a late twenty-something female server asked the slightly large dark haired, dark eyed man.

"I am, why?" he asked.

"He's finally introducing Julie to you, it must be getting serious between them," he tall, blonde haired, blue eyed young woman stated, completely unaware that the lovers were in fact siblings.

"Excuse me?"

"They've been here a time or two before, I know John from the gym, Julie's almost all he talks about."

"Well, he and his sister have always been close," Mr. Franklin told her as he tried to understand why this young woman had stopped to speak with him.

"Wait, she's his sister?"

"What else could she be?" he asked with a chuckle.

"That is sick," she said softly as she looked over to John and Julie who were once again sampling each others' dinners as their soft laughter to one another continued.

"I beg your pardon?"

"I should get back to work," she told him just before a shiver of disgust ran through her, wanting to forget all she had heard.

"Well, I just had an interesting experience," he stated as he took his seat at the table once again.

"What?" Julie asked.

"It seems there's a waitress here who knows John from the gym and was under the impression you weren't related."

"Why's that?" John asked.

"She claims your sister's practically all you talk about at work and that she's seen you here before, together."

"Well, the food here is really good," Julie said.

"John?"

"I'm around Julie more than anyone else, it makes sense I'd talk about her most, especially with the women who are interested in how she stays fit," he answered.

"Makes sense," their father stated with a shrug as he went back to his meal.

Though he was the only one as the lovers suddenly found their appetites having faded.

And once John saw Julie beginning to shiver from the cold, he was thankful he was finished with his dinner as he brought his hands back to her bare arms.

Long minutes later the lovers headed back outside to wait for their father as he paid the bill, Julie wanting to get out of the seemingly refrigerated restaurant as soon as possible.

"Still?" John asked as he saw his sister wrap her arms around herself, beginning to get a little worried for her.

"Maybe it's the AC, maybe it's being here with Dad, especially after his little conversation, but yeah," she told him.

Before Julie knew it, her brother was putting his jacket back onto her and once again her arms were through the long sleeves. But this time John closed the jacket over her and pulled her close, his hands resting at the small of her back.

"Better already," she said softly as she brought her arms around him in return and rested her head against his chest.

"You're not just saying that, are you?"

"Not this time. How is it you weren't cold in there or out here?"

"Your outfit's kept me pretty warm for most of the night," he answered with a soft smile. "Plus, I'm in a suit, you're hardly in anything at all." He paused briefly and asked, "Why did you decide on this by the way? Not that I'm complaining."

"Dad wanted me in the most formal thing I own," she answered.

"All right, I'm ready when you are," their father's voice broke in and caused the two to separate, slowly for once.

They returned to their seats in the back of their father's car, but at now having her body's temperature returned mostly to normal, Julie was feeling a bit bolder than the last time and brought her left hand over to his inner right thigh and traced small circles up and down its length from its bend to his knee.

John didn't even try to stop her, though he did feel the need to loosen his tie and undo the top two buttons of his shirt.

To which his sister just smiled, seeing for herself that his body's temperature wasn't all that was beginning to rise.

John liked that she was feeling better and it was becoming increasingly more obvious that his body was enjoying each of the sensations filling his lower half.

"John, perhaps you could explain something else to me," their father stated from his seat just in front of him.

"I can try," he replied, fighting to keep his voice sounding as normal as possible.

"Well, I've hardly seen you two around each other over these last few months and yet tonight a waitress says she's seen you out to dinner together."

"Actually," Julie began for her brother, "didn't she say she'd seen us there before without saying if it was for lunch or dinner?"

"You're right."

Though it was true they had gone to dinner there together recently, Julie didn't feel their father needed to know that.

All was silent for the rest of the drive after that while Julie's left index finger continued its teasing circular motions right up until the moment their father pulled into the driveway several minutes later.

As their father walked ahead into the house, she managed to lean into John and tell him softly, "I'll see you soon.

"What?"

But his sister just shot him a leering smile and headed into the house and into her room.

Only a few minutes passed as Julie changed into her warm pajamas and John took a seat at his desk in his room, preparing to relieve himself of what his sister had begun in the car.

"Julie -" John said, somewhat surprised as he felt her move between his legs only seconds later.

"You poor thing, all that teasing and no relief yet," she said in a soft, sweet tone as she brought her hands to his solid bulge before raising them to his belt. She knew she was currently only teasing him more, but she also knew he would be thanking her for it in a matter of minutes.

"Only you would do this with Dad still awake fifteen feet from this room," he said softly as his breathing grew heavier.

"It's what you need and who better to give it to you?" she asked, her tone remaining the same as she unfastened his belt before moving to his pants and slipping a slender hand into his boxers.

"Oh, Julie," he breathed, unable to say much more as she grasped his aching shaft tightly. He was already rock hard beneath her touch and he had to fight the urge to thrust into her fist.

"See? You'll be feeling better in no time," she said just before she raised her left hand to cradle his increasingly seed heavy balls and slipped his very red velvety tip passed her lips. She gave it a few short pumps before lowering her lips and taking almost the entirety of his long length into her hot, wet mouth.

John's eyes practically slammed shut and he had to grit his teeth to keep from letting out any incriminating groans, though it wasn't enough to camouflage his heavy breathing.

Julie soon decided she had teased her brother enough in the car and sped her pace as she took more of his burning tool into her, resting her hands at his sides while his were at her upper arms.

Her tongue swirled slowly around his stalk, steadily increasing her suction while she let it come to a stop. She brought her lips back to his satiny crown and ran her tongue over his oozing slit as she lowered a hand and stroked the rest of his steel hard shaft.

John gasped and his hips began to rock beneath her. He tried to keep control and was managing to hold himself back, but his need was increasing and soon he was sinking inch after inch of his pulsating cock into his sister's mouth.

Julie felt him hit the back of her throat and let her tongue swirl over his rigid prick again before she paused and slowly pulled back until just the tip of his meat was between her lips before pausing again and lowering her mouth to his base again.

Another sharp gasp escaped John's throat when his sister hollowed her cheeks and sped her pace and suction as she was now truly fucking him with her talented mouth.

When it wasn't Julie's lips, it was her tongue hitting each of her brother's most sensitive spots and John's breathing was increasing still and it was getting more difficult for him to conceal his blissful groans.

Julie smiled to herself as much as she could as she felt his hips writhing pleasurably beneath her and as she heard his moans grow just a little louder while his heat and throbs grew more intense.

He was seconds away now and they were both feeling it.

John raised a hand to the back of Julie's head to brace her as his hips uncontrollably snapped forward.

Julie met her brother at each of his thrusts and took all John had to give. Still she was increasing her suction and when it was just his crown between her lips again, she again put her tongue to his oozing slit, licking and lapping at his precome that was soon to be much more.

As if summoned by the thought, John choked back a shout as his body convulsed repeatedly in his chair just an instant before his hot come fired down his sister's throat.

Once she had licked him clean, Julie brought her right hand back to his spent cock while running her left over his still clothed torso, calming his body back down from his orgasmic height.

"You are- That was-" John tried to say. No other words were coming to him, but he knew Julie would still understand as there were many nights she was the one who couldn't find the words.

"I love when you get nonsensical," Julie said just before she brought her lips to his before she moved them to his neck, her hands still moving slowly over his incredible body.

"Stay here tonight," he told her.

"You want me to?"

He nodded and told her, "You know I hate sleeping in our bed alone."

Julie smiled at the notion of them truly sharing a bed and kissed him again before heading over to her side. But truthfully, they did share his bed much more often than hers. Mainly because it was farther from their father's room, but also because his was quieter, larger and more comfortable.

"I'll be there in a few," he said as he looked over to her propped up on her left elbow as she watched him move to get changed for bed. Knowing she was watching, he couldn't help but smile to himself as he let it be a bit of a show as he slowly took his dark clothes off and changed into his black sweat pants and red muscle tank.

"Thanks for tonight," she told him as he joined her in his bed.

"It was Dad's idea," he said, disappointed in himself that he couldn't control himself better when they had been out with him. "And somehow I think I should be thanking you."

"I meant for the loan of your jacket and you warming me up in the restaurant," she said at no higher than a whisper, not wanting their father to get suspicious. "And you're welcome."

"So are you," he told her just as softly.

At that she nuzzled into him as much as she could before feeling him put his left arm around her, wanting her to stay close. Tonight, for once, it wasn't about fear. They just never wanted to have to be made to feel it was wrong for them to be like this. And when they were like this, it was impossible for such dark thoughts to even come near their minds.

"Yesterday, I saw you two were with each other and I think it's time we talked about it," the lovers' father told them the next morning when they sat down to breakfast.

For once the glances exchanged between the siblings wasn't one of fear, but anger at themselves that they hadn't been able to restrain themselves in their father's presence.

"All right," John said as he looked back to their father. "Were should we start?"

"John, you're twenty-seven years old now," he began. "You're an adult and I know you hate the idea of still living at home. Probably feel as though you're still seventeen as I can't remember the last time you brought a girl home. I'd like you to know I'm ready to change my mind about a few living conditions here."

"Does that mean you're going to let us move out?" Julie asked, somehow managing to hide the hopefulness in her voice as she looked to her brother, the same hopefulness reflected in his eyes as he looked to her.

"Julie, at twenty-one you may be an adult in the eyes of the law, but not in mine," he told her.

"That's not fair," John said, managing to conceal his anger. "You can't tell me that it's time for me to go while she's still here," he added quickly before he could stop himself.

Unlike their father's first statement, that earned him a frightened glance from his sister.

"I thought you wanted to be on your own," Mr. Franklin commented.

"If you're not gonna let Julie leave, then you're stuck with me," he said before he stood from the table and headed to his room, deciding to leave before he blurted any more out.

"John," their father called as he stood up.

"No, I'll go," Julie said as she stood to follow her brother. "Can I come in?" she asked as she appeared in his open doorway.

"Always," he said as he offered her the seat beside him on his bed.

"Why did you say no?" she asked softly. "You could get a place and I could go see you there whenever and we wouldn't have to worry about getting walked in on or having to keep our voices down," she went on.

"No," he said. "Here, we can see each other just about any time we want. In the middle of the night when you want to sleep in my bed with me, even if that's all we do, could never happen with me away from here."

"But with you away from here I could work on Dad and be living with you in a matter of months, a year at the most," she told him. "I'll miss you, of course. But just think, in a year we'd never have look to our doorways again before a hug or kiss or whatever else."

John just shook his head and told her, "Honestly, I may not like still living under our father's roof at this age, but I'd rather be here with you than anywhere else without you."

Julie could only kiss him at that. Slow, tender and with her right hand to his cheek as opposed to his thigh, but still she made her point.

"Wow," he said softly when they parted mere seconds later.

"What?" she asked just as softly, knowing her technique hadn't really differed from her usual.

"You didn't even look to the doorway before you kissed me."

Julie's eyes widened and her heart began to race slightly. She knew it had been the first time and she knew what that meant. That she wanted to be with him too much to care about getting discovered for once and it was cause for fear because she knew it could only happen again. "What do we do now?"

"Find a way to convince him you can be on your own," he replied. "Because otherwise we will be in a lot of trouble."

"One of us should get back into the dining room," Julie stated.

"Why not both?"

"You know I was supposed to convince you to move out," she said.

"Dad should be used to my disobeying his commands by now," he replied as he stood up.

Julie followed and asked, "So, who's telling him?"

"I'll do it, I'm the one refusing," he answered.