Chapter 1

"Cammie?" the rich tenor voice intruded on her thoughts, "Cammie? World History to Cammie Davis. Come in please, Cadet Davis."

"Hmmm? Oh!" Cammie sat up suddenly, "I'm sorry Mr. Cook. What was the question?"

"What city used to be called Constantinople?"

"Istanbul," Cammie smiled, then under her breath, "Thank you They Might Be Giants."

Cammie was able to make it through the rest of the day without submitting to her daydreams again. She stepped out of the school building after the final bell and walked the few blocks to the to the post office where she'd taken out a P.O. Box. Inside the box was a slip informing her that a package had arrived for her. She had been worried that the package wouldn't arrive in time.

The package was a present for her younger brother. 13 years ago, on her fifth birthday, a knock on the door had changed her life forever. When she had opened the door a basket had been sitting there with a baby boy in it, sleeping peacefully. When she'd picked up the basket he'd woken up and smiled at her. She'd been lost from that moment. As had been her parents moments later when they'd seen him.

His name, which had been on a card in the basket, was Logan. And despite a media blitz his real parents were never found. Mr. & Mrs. Davis had been able to adopt him without too much trouble, despite the difference in race, and their family had been happy. Now on Cammie's birthday every year they celebrated Logan's Finding Day as well. She believed that her brother was the best present she had ever gotten, and any one who had seen them together would probably agree.

Cammie had taken to being a big sister like a duck to water. She was her brother's fiercest defender and biggest fan. Her feelings were obviously returned, as Logan's first word was 'Cammie' and unlike other siblings they never fought. Cammie used to hold him on her lap and rock him to sleep, or just cuddle even as he grew older and larger, until he was the one who would hold her.

Now Logan was the protector. All Cammie's many admirers knew that to get a date with her they had to pass an inspection by Logan. You got two chances, that's it. Due to Logan's holding six black belts with second degrees in Kenpo, and Wu Shu very, very few had tried to force the issue.

He was now her comforter. When she would come home from a bad day, be stressed out from pushing herself too far, he would take her small frame in his lap and rock her, just as she used to do for him. He could totally brighten her day with a hug, a peck on the cheek, or a simple, "Love ya, Cammie!" as he passed by.

This was one of the reasons she always spent a long time picking out just the right gift for him. He never failed to pick out the perfect gift for her so she always strived to make sure he was as happy with his as she was with hers. Of course he had a little more money to play around with, since he owned 3 very successful comic and anime specialty stores.

Cammie picked up the bulky package and started on her way home. She was taking a round about way to ensure that she didn't encounter Logan on his way home from school. This present was something she desperately hoped he would like. It had taken her a while to save up for it, but she thought it was money well spent.

"Hey cutie, want a ride?" a man in a car so dirty she couldn't even tell what kind it was called out his window.

" No," Cammie didn't even break stride, "and my name's not cutie."

"Sure it is," a man said as he stepped out from behind a tree.

Without any warning Cammie kicked him in the knee and ran, screaming all the time. She heard them giving chase and despaired. Her small frame wouldn't keep ahead of them for long. With a sickening feeling she realized she would have to discard Logan's present to get away. Well there went $1800 down the drain.

Then from behind her she heard a startled shout. Turning she saw Logan throwing one of her attackers to the ground. Spinning around his foot connected with the side of the man's head, launching him several yards. Leaping into the air even before the man landed Logan was directly above him when he did land and a split second later landed on his chest. The man convulsed then lay still as Logan stood to confront his partner who was moving cautiously toward them.

"You're a dead man," the thug said, drawing a knife.

Logan danced back from the wild slashes the man was making. Patiently waiting for the opening he knew would come if the police didn't arrive first. The police being a factor that the, would be, kidnappers seemed to have forgotten. Suddenly the opening he'd been waiting for came. It wasn't anything big, he merely overextended himself just a little bit.

Logan stepped inside his strike and caught his wrist. A flat palm strike to his solar plexus drove the air from his lungs while a twist of his wrist made him drop the blade. Logan followed up with an elbow to his chin and a fan kick to his temple laying him flat on his back. Logan was just moving to continue his attack when he realized both men were unconscious.

"Are you okay, Cammie?" Logan enfolded her in his strong arms.

She nodded, unable to speak. When the police arrived to take her attackers away she was still clinging to him. One of the officers suggested that Logan should take his girlfriend home.

"She's my-" he'd started to correct him but Cammie stopped him.

"Let's just go home," she whispered.

Logan could hear that she was only barely still under control, so without another word they continued on home. He was used to people making the assumption that they were dating. Most people took one look at her long blonde hair, blue eyes, and fair skin, then at his chocolate brown skin and all thoughts of familial relation went out the window.

As soon as they entered the house Cammie dissolved into hysteria over what had almost happened. Barely breaking step he scooped her into his arms and carried her into the living room. As they sat on the couch, Logan rocked her in his lap and whispered soothing words in her ear.

"I'm glad that you were, Logan," she began when she'd calmed a bit, "but what were you doing on Q street? You never come home that way. I went that way specifically so you wouldn't see your Finding Day present."

"I was seeing to your birthday present," he smiled, "So what did you get me?"

"It's over there," she gestured toward the front door, "I'd get it, but to do that I'd have to let go of you, and I'm not sure I'm ready to do that yet."

"Well I guess I could get it later on," he sighed, "You need to get cleaned up. Your birthday present will be starting soon."

"Carry me?" she laid her head on his shoulder, "Please."

He rose smoothly and started up the stairs. He kissed her on the forehead and set her on the bed, then turned and walked back to the door.

"Wear something nice," he smiled then shut the door.

A few minutes later Logan was showering in his bathroom when he heard the door open. Five seconds later Cammie joined him.

"I don't want to be by myself," she whispered.

Logan just nodded and stepped aside to let the water spray on her as well. With a relieved sigh she leaned against him and let him wash her with the loufa.

"Do you think I'm pretty?" she asked suddenly.

"More like painfully beautiful," Logan chuckled.

"And do you love me?"

"More than life, Cammie, you know that," Logan's voice was concerned now, "What's wrong, sis?"

"Nothing," she caressed his cheek, "I was just wondering if you'd do me a favor."

"Anything," he answered without hesitation, "all you have to do is ask."

"But what if it's something you're not supposed to do? Something you could get into trouble for?" her voice was worried, "Will you be upset with me?"

"Ask and it shall be done."

"Maybe later," she smiled, "We'd better finish getting ready."

Logan waited at the bottom of the stairs in his suit. When Cammie came down the stairs his jaw dropped. Cammie wore a black silk mini-dress that held his eyes like a magnet to steel.

"Do I look okay?" she saw his shocked expression.

"Very nearly perfect," he whispered, "There's only one thing missing."

"What's that?"

"Your smile."

She beamed her special smile for him only, blushing slightly at the compliment, and pulled him down to kiss his face. Taking his arm she followed him out the front door.

"Mom and Dad's business trip being extended really..." her words died out, "Oh my god."

Waiting for them by the curb was a Rolls Royce limousine, the chauffer standing with the door already open for them. Logan walked her down to it, helped her in, then got in beside her.

"To the theater, James," Logan instructed.

"As you wish sir," he closed the door and they were soon on their way.

"Do you mind if I open your present now?" Logan picked up the box she'd brought home.

"Go ahead. It might seem a little paltry compared to this though."

"I would never even consider thinking that about something you had spent time picking out for me," he looked into her eyes, "My appreciation of the gift comes from my appreciation of the giver."

The package was long, just over four feet, and a little on the weighty side. Logan was astounded Cammie had been trying to Carrie it all the way home, much less running with it as she'd been when she passed him earlier.

"By the Dragon's Claws," Logan whispered when the package was open, "Cammie where did you get this?"

"Don't you like it?" her voice was anxious, "I know it's not a Hibben, but he doesn't make them that big, and-"

His fingers on her lips quieted her. Lying in the box was a two handed version of Gil Hibben's Hornet Sword. The hilt was done in ebony, ivory, and leather. He ran his fingers respectfully across the hilt.

"It's beautiful," he whispered, "I love it. Thank you, Cammie, it's perfect."

He leaned over to kiss her cheek, but at the last moment she turned her face and their lips met. They held the kiss for a few seconds, then drew apart, both slightly embarrassed.

"I'm glad you like it," she smiled happily.

"I really, really, really like it," Logan enthused, "Ah, here we are."

The theater marquee said:

Private Screening

Happy 18^th Cammie!

The limo stopped in front of the theater, where a red carpet was rolled out to meet them.

"So what are we seeing?" Cammie asked as he escorted her inside.

"Your favorite movie, of course," he smiled.

"Really? By the Sword?" Cammie was amazed.

"Yup, the un-rated, special edition, director's cut," Logan lead her down the hall to the auditorium.

"But the rated version was rated NC-17," she whispered, "You can't see it."

"They don't know that?" he grinned, "and I'm not planning on telling them."

As the ending credits were rolling she tapped him on the shoulder. He looked down at her and she kissed him, on the lips again, more boldly this time.

"Except for when you first came to us, this is the best birthday I've ever had," she kissed him again, "Thank you."

"You're very welcome," he caressed her cheek, "but we're not done yet."

Rising he offered her his arm and, when she took it, escorted her out of the theater to the limo. Cuddled up next to her brother Cammie took a moment to look at him. She was almost tempted to think of him as her little brother, but the word 'little' just didn't apply to him.

Cammie loved him to distraction, finding it difficult if not impossible to do anything requiring great amounts of concentration while he was in the same room. Nearly everyday she spent at least ten minutes cuddling with him on the couch, ostensibly to relieve stress. Only she knew that 90% of that stress came from being separated from him for six to eight hours straight in the first place.

"Here we are," Logan smiled pulling her out of her thoughts.

"Spaghetti Works!" Cammie exclaimed excitedly, "They're not supposed to open until tomorrow."

"Which is why we have it to ourselves tonight," his smile was warm and affectionate.

After the waiter had taken their orders, Logan reached under the table and pulled out a folder. He handed it to Cammie.

"What is it?" she took it curiously.

"Open it," he prodded.

She could tell that Logan was excited about whatever was in the folder. Unwinding the string holding it closed she reached inside and pulled out a single sheet of paper with college letterhead at the top.

"This is an acceptance letter," she said quietly.

"Isn't it great?" Logan beamed, "With a full academic scholarship!"

"But its in Hawaii," her voice was anxious, "I don't know anyone in Hawaii. I'll get homesick. You remember what happened when I went to summer camp that one time."

"Maybe this will help you feel better," he handed her another folder.

After unwinding the string she pulled out three sheets of paper. Cammie stared in amazement at an acceptance letter for her best friend Penny, to the same school. The next paper mentioned test results of exceptionally high scores, and due to those scores Logan was being issued a high school diploma. The third and final paper was another acceptance letter, for Logan! Tears came to her eyes.

"No, no, no," Logan rushed to her side, "Don't cry Cammie. I'm sorry. I made sure they knew we couldn't have any classes together, because I know you don't like for me to be around while you're studying. If you want me to I'll call and tell them I'm not coming. I just thought if you had some people you were close to there it would-"

She stopped his words like he had hers earlier, fingers on lips. She moved her fingers and replaced them with her lips in a quick kiss.

"I'm not upset, I'm happy," she wiped at her eyes with a napkin, "Now I won't... be so homesick."

"Are you ready for the next part of your birthday present?"

"I think so," she looked at him curiously, wondering what could possibly be next.

The waiter brought out their orders then turned to Cammie and smiled.

"I understand today is your birthday, miss?"

"Yes, it is," Cammie nodded.

"We have someone here who wants to wish you a Happy Birthday," the waiter gestured toward the door.

At the first note she looked at Logan in amazed disbelief. Logan just smiled motioned back to the door as Boyz II Men came in singing 'Happy Birthday'. They were serenaded all through dinner in four part harmony, and after they were finished eating each on of the group wished her a Happy Birthday.

"How did you manage all of this?" Cammie asked as the limo drove them home.

"I wanted this to be the most memorable birthday you ever have," he caressed her cheek, "I pulled out all the stops, because I love you."

"I promise you this," she looked lovingly into his eyes, "I could never forget this night."

"I have just one more thing to give you," Logan pointed as they pulled up to the house.

Sitting in the drive way was a brand new metallic silver Ford Lightning, wrapped in red ribbon. Cammie's eyes blurred and tears ran down her face. Without quite knowing how she got there, she found herself beside the truck.

"You can't do this," she whispered, "It's too much. It's just too much."

"Nothing is too much for you, Cammie," his strong arms encircled her, "I'd give my life if you asked for it. What is a few hundred thousand compared to that?"

"Come with me," she pulled him along behind her toward the house, "I have another gift for you."

She led him through the house and into his bedroom, then sat him down on his bed.

"Go ahead and get ready for bed," she smiled at him, "I'll bring it in here. Remember that favor I asked you about?" she waited for his nod, "The favor I need is for you to accept this gift, no questions asked."

"I can do that."

As she walked out, Logan stood and removed his suit. After hanging it up he pulled on the silk pajama bottoms he usually wore to sleep in. He was sitting once again on the bed when Cammie returned.

"Happy Finding Day!" she announced as she glided across the room.

She wore the top that matched the bottoms he wore, his larger size making it the perfect night shirt for her.

"Well," she stopped in front of him and glanced down at the buttons on the shirt, "aren't you going to unwrap your present?"

Logan had seen Cammie naked and half dressed often, earlier that day they'd showered together. This time something was different, and it had a very strong effect on him. He reached up and with slightly trembling hands undid the three buttons holding the shirt closed. The shirt fell away and Cammie leaned against him. Logan shivered in excitement, something was definitely different.

"You may never realize how much I love you," Cammie whispered, "but I want you to know that ever since the very first time you smiled at me 13 years ago I have been totally, completely, and hopelessly in love with you. I will always be yours little brother, forever."

"We were meant to be together, Cammie," he enfolded her in his arms, "If I hadn't been left with you I would have found you eventually. I love you with every fiber of my being. I will always be with you, love, always and forever."

She leaned down and their lips met. When they did both felt a powerful surge of pleasure course through their bodies.

"What was that?" Cammie gasped.

"I don't know," Logan's eyes were wide open in pleased surprise, "but let's do it again."

Laying her body on top of his Cammie captured his lips with hers. The surge was there again, though not as sudden or powerful as the first time, it was still significant. Everywhere their bodies were touching the surge was there like static electricity. Hurried hands and frantic fingers removed the obstacle of his bottoms.

"Oh my," Cammie gasped when her hands closed around his rigid member.

She had known Logan was fairly well hung from the times she had seen him naked. That, however, had not prepared her for him at full expansion. She looked at him with a slightly worried look on her face; she was after all, a very small girl.

"Don't you worry about a thing, love," he assured her as he rolled them over so he was on top, "I know just what to do."

"You do?" she asked as his mouth moved over her body, "Howooooo!"

Her question turned into a howl of pleasure as his mouth connected with her pussy. For the next several minutes all she could do was gasp and moan as his lips and tongue drove her blissfully wild. Bringing his fingers into play Logan brought her quickly over the edge into orgasm. He kept licking and stroking taking her from one right into another, and then another.

"Where did you learn that?" she asked as he let her calm down a little.

"Penny taught me," he smiled, "I guess she's a pretty good teacher."

"My guess is, you're a good student," Cammie replied, "She just really, really, really wanted to teach you."

"She did seem rather enthusiastic," Logan chuckled.

"I'll say," Cammie laughed, "she's almost as hot for you as I am. Well if I have to share you with somebody it might as well be my best friend."

"Our agreement was just for initial education," he said thoughtfully, "There were no arrangements for the future."

"If you learned half as well as you seem to have, she'll be back," Cammie said seriously, "Trust me."

"I'm fairly sure I learned well," Logan smiled, "She tested me last week on three different people."

"Uh-oh," Cammie groaned.

"Uh-oh? Why uh-oh?"

"I'm not sharing you with four people," she declared adamantly, "No way, no how."

"Don't worry about that now," he kissed away her pout, "There's nothing we could do about it tonight anyway. Besides you are my first priority, anything and everything else is secondary."

"You are too good to me," she sighed stroking his still rigid shaft.

"I haven't even gotten started," he growled as he captured her nipple in his mouth.

She writhed in pleasure as his mouth traveled over her body. When his lips came back to hers she placed his turgid prick at the entrance to her desire.

Logan began to push in slowly. A slight gasp of pain as her maidenhead was broken was her only discomfort. Inch by careful inch he eased into her, while she squirmed under him. With four in and four and a half to go Cammie came, shrieking her pleasure for the world to hear. As she came down from her orgasm Logan pushed the rest of the way into her.

"Hang on, love," Logan whispered, then kissed her deeply, "It's a wild ride from here on out."

Cammie wrapped her legs around him as he began a wicked, hip twisting thrusting that set her blood on fire. She was coming in under a minute and kept riding one into another for several minutes on end.

"Here it comes," Logan grunted and buried himself to the hilt.

Cammie clamped down on him and vibrated through an orgasm that left her seeing stars. She let her inner muscles milk him as he kept up the barest movement to remain hard.

"I want to be mad at her; but if she taught you that how can I be?" Cammie sighed happily, "Maybe I should send her an anonymous thank you note."

"You might as well sign it," Penny said from the door way, "I'd know who it was from anyway."