"Are you sure?"
"It's the least I can do."
And I meant it. Mother wanted me to look after my Sister for a couple of weeks, while she went away on business.
I was the rebel Son who had left home at eighteen, and hadn't returned until I was twenty four. I was into drugs and petty crime. It took a good woman to sort me out. We met while I was drifting, and we stayed together for two years. We split up a month ago. It was amicable, and Cher's parting words were.
"You should get back in touch with your family. Go see them."
I had lost count of the number of times she had said that to me before, and I had always replied, "I'll think about it," but this time I did more than that.
I had been sick to my stomach when I knocked on the door. However, I needn't have worried, my Mother welcomed me back with open arms. There was a lot of crying, from both of us, but some laughter as well.
We talked until the early hours, catching up on what had happened in the missing years. I learnt that she was still single. There had been some men, but none of them long term. I was sad about that, but the most distressing news was about my Sister. Lucy was twelve when I disappeared. She was a cute kid, full of life, and with no health issues. Six months later that changed, when she started having problems with her eyes. The diagnosis was a rare degenerative condition. She was now blind.
When I had returned, Lucy wasn't at home. She was staying with a friend. Mother didn't call her, instead she picked her up the next day and brought her back. Only telling her that I had returned when she was pulling up outside the house.
Coming back home had been the right thing to do, but I was now consumed with guilt. I hadn't realised what I had put my Mother and Sister through. Sending them the occasional letter telling them that I was OK was never going to stop them worrying. Looking after Lucy, while my Mother went away, wasn't going to be a big deal, but it would make me feel a little better.
I had readily agreed, but would my Sister be happy with the arrangement? She might be blind, but what I had discovered about her was that she was fiercely independent. What I was doing was more to reassure Mother, rather than providing practical help for my Sister.
"It might be better if you tell Lucy that I will be around to keep her company, rather than because she needs me."
"Good idea," then she gave me a stern look, before saying, "But don't leave her alone for too long."
I hung my head, then I said in a childish voice, "Yes Mummy."
That made her laugh.
For the next few days, until it was time for her to leave, Mother took every opportunity to give me advice about what Lucy would need from me. It was getting repetitive, and I was struggling not to argue with her, but I kept my mouth shut.
I waved to her as she drove off, then I gave a deep sigh. I could now relax. Mother was on her way, and I was now alone with my Sister.
I was now in the living room, slumped into a chair, with my feet on the coffee table. A minute later Lucy joined me.
"I thought she would never leave," then she laughed, before making her way towards the chair opposite me.
I just smiled, Mother had been hard work.
"Has she given you a list of all the things you need to do for your little Sister?"
I could tell that she was mocking me.
I gave her a curt, "No."
That made her giggle. She had got me riled up, and she knew it. She then put her headphones on. As she listened to her favourite music, I just sat there, watching her.
When I had left home, Lucy was still a child, but when I returned she was a woman. I found that unsettling. That skinny kid, with bunches in her hair, had blossomed. She now had a curvy body, with breasts that were very easy on the eye. They weren't huge ones, that teenage boys would drool over, but they also weren't small. They were a nice size, and they were pear shaped. Just how I like them.
I had now been back home for just over three weeks, and it had taken most of that time for me and my Sister to be at ease with one another. These next two weeks, with Mother being away, would give us the opportunity to get even closer.
Lucy was obviously enjoying the music, because she kept swaying her head. It was pleasant for me as well, seeing my Sister happy, but it was also disconcerting. When she moved her head, her breasts jiggled. I didn't want to get aroused, but I just couldn't help it, my cock had a mind of its own.
It took me a couple of minutes to get back into control. I kept telling myself, 'Yes she is attractive, but remember she is also your Sister.' It was now working, the blood was draining from my cock. It was now almost limp, then she spoilt it my moving in her chair.
There was now a gap between two of the buttons of her blouse. It was quite a large gap, then I realised the middle button was undone. I should have told her, but instead I bent my head so that I could get a better look. I couldn't see much, mostly some of her white bra, but my cock responded as if she was topless.
What was making this worse, was the fact that my Sister was blind. It meant that I could look at her wherever I wanted, and for as long as I wanted. If she had been sighted, I would have only dared look for a few seconds.
As I stared at her tits, I tried to justify my actions, 'She doesn't know what I am doing, so there is no harm in it'. I knew my reasoning was dubious, but eventually I managed to convince myself enough that I decided to take it further.
I was now rubbing my cock through my jeans. I would just do it for a while, then I would stop. After five minutes it was decision time. Anymore and I wouldn't be able to stop even if I wanted to. Then my Sister helped me out, by moving again so that the gap closed. My hands were now to my side. I felt righteous. I even convinced myself that I would have stopped even if that tantalising view of her tits had remained.
However, a few second later I was tested again, but this time there was no debate. I knew exactly what I was going to do. Lucy had crossed one leg over the other, revealing a lot of leg, and most of her knickers. My only concern now was if she would keep that position long enough so that I could climax.
As I eased the zip down, I just prayed that it wouldn't make too much noise. To my ears it sounded loud, but it was probably only barely audible. There was no way Lucy would have heard it over her music, but it still worried me.
My cock was now out, and it was rock hard. It's not a monster, but it's a decent size, seven inches. It's actually six and a half, but you always round up!
I had only just started stroking it, when she started moving again. My heart sank, but then I smiled. I now had an even better view. I could see her white knickers stretched across a plump cunt. They were of a thin material, and I could make out the shadow of her pubic hair, and there looked to be a lot of it. I could also make out some interesting shapes. I love large labia, and it looked as if my Sister had them.
After two or three minutes, my hand was sticky with precome, and I could feel my balls tightening. I was almost there, then I saw my Sister move her hand. As she moved it up her leg I had to stifle a gasp. I thought she was going to finger herself in front of me, but she just wanted to scratch her thigh. However, just the thought of her pleasuring herself, while I watched, was enough to take me over the edge.
I had to bite on my lip as I climaxed. When I had finished, the excitement turned to guilt. What had I just done?
I waited a few minutes before getting up from the chair. My Sister didn't even notice me leaving the room. In my bedroom I looked at my jeans and T-shirt, they were a mess. After showering, and wearing clean clothes, I was feeling less guilty. By the end of the day I had rationalised it, it was no big deal. I was now even looking forward to the next time.
The next morning I made breakfast for both of us. We ate together at the kitchen table.
"So why did you split with Cher?"
I had to finish a mouthful of food before I could speak.
"It had just run its course. It was time for both of us to move on."
"So what about you, are you seeing anybody?"
From the way she flinched when I had asked, I knew I had hit a nerve. I wasn't sure if I should apologise, but I decided it might be best if I just let her answer.
"No, it's difficult for me. I don't like going out, so I never really meet anybody."
"Are you shy, or just nervous?"
"No. It's just that for some reason, being blind attracts the wrong men."
"What do you mean?"
"For some men, it's something they can tick off their list. Mother and Daughter, twins, a blind woman. So once they have had me, they lose interest."
That made me angry.
"The ones that are the worst though, are those that think they can just touch you up anytime they want, because you can't see."
And that shocked me.
"What do they do?"
"Give me your hand."
I did, and she held it. I thought she wanted it for support, but it was to demonstrate. Still holding my hand, she moved it upwards from her waist to her shoulder. On its way up she positioned my hand so that it followed the contour of her breasts. I even got a brief feel of her nipple.
"That's what they do. And they pretend nothing has happened."
What they did was wrong, but had they felt the same surge of excitement as I had when I had touched her tits?
I shook my head, then I felt silly, even now there were times when I still forgot she was blind.
"That's bad."
"But this is worse."
This time she stood up before moving my hand. I watched in amazement as she put it up her skirt. She even widened her legs so that it could go higher, only stopping inches from her most intimate place. She kept my hand there as she talked.
"When I tell them to take their hand out, they apologise, and say it was an accident."
I didn't know what to say. You might touch a woman's breasts by accident, but it's not accidental if you get your hand high up their dress.
"Some have even managed to touch me before I have been able to stop them."
I closed my eyes, and waited for her to move my hand higher. But I wasn't that lucky.
Fifteen minutes later I was back in my room. It then only took me five minutes to spurt into a tissue. It was quick, but it was good. And when I came, I called out my Sister's name.
For the next two days we were just Brother and Sister again. We spent a lot of time together, particularly in the evenings, but I was on my best behaviour. I still spent quite a lot of time admiring her body, but I kept my cock in my pants, and my hand away from it. I was even starting to pride myself on my self-control, that was until she took a bath.
I was passing the bathroom door when she called out.
"Is that you Justin?"
"No, you are being burgled."
"Very funny. I was just wondering, have you any plans for tomorrow?"
"No."
Then I moved closer to the door, so that I could hear better. As I did that, my shoulder touched it, and it started to open. By the time my hand was on the handle, it had opened at least a foot.
"How about taking me out."
My mouth was now dry, and I was finding it difficult to speak, but eventually the words came out.
"Yes, where do you want to go to?"
"Let me think."
Through the gap in the door, I could see the concentration on her face, but it was her breasts that I was more interested in. She was sitting up in the bath, with her top half completely exposed. Her delicious pear shaped tits were facing me, and her prominent nipples looked as if they were begging to be sucked. When she started splashing water on them, and washing them with her hands, I nearly came in my pants.
"Shopping. You can take me shopping."
I muttered, "OK," then I waited as long as I dared, before closing the door and leaving.
The next day we went out together, and she was relentless. To say we visited every shop in town would be an exaggeration, but not by much. It was seven when we got back, and my feet were killing me. She had been the driving force, and I had been her eyes. She had even trusted me to pick some clothes out for her.
We had eaten out, so we now had nothing to do but relax. I was trying to find something to watch on television, when Lucy entered the room.
"I need your advice on these."
I looked up, she was wearing a blouse and skirt that she had got while we were out. I was puzzled, she had tried them on in the shop, and I had said they looked good on her. That is why she had bought them.
"As I said before, they look good on you. Are you having second thoughts about them?"
She then laughed, before saying, "No, not the top and skirt, it's my underwear."
"But you didn't buy any."
"I did," then she smiled, before adding, "While you were away in the restroom. A nice shop assistant helped me to select them."
Then, without waiting for me to say anything else, she started to undress. It was done in a matter of fact way. She was only taking her clothes off so that her big Brother, that she trusted, could give his opinion on her new underwear.
"What do you think?"
They looked amazing on her, and my cock agreed with me. It was now straining to get out. I was going to try to take this seriously, and give her my honest opinion, but I was also going to take my time.
"I like the bra. It pushes them up nicely."
She giggled, before saying, "You mean it makes them look bigger."
"I guess it does."
"Mother always tells me I have nice breasts, but I sometimes think she will tell me anything to make me happy."
"That's what Mothers are for. However, as an expert, I must inform you that your tits are magnificent."
That made her giggle again, and she must have believed me because she was now smiling.
"It's a nice fit, very comfortable. I do like the material, it's so soft. Feel it."
I could tell it wasn't a come-on, so I did my best to touch the material, rather than her breasts. However, my fingers did linger on her more than was strictly necessary, and there was no reason why I had to touch it near the nipple, instead of at the side.
"Yes, I love the feel of it."
"Good, now for my knickers. What is your opinion on them?"
They were quite skimpy, and they were tight on her. If she had been a girlfriend, rather than my Sister, I would have asked her to take them off so that I could have a better look at them, then I would have fucked her like crazy.
"They look good as well. Are they the same material?"
I then held my breath, waiting for her to ask me touch them. When she does, my fingers are going straight to where I think her clit is.
"Yes."
That was it, no invitation to touch her knickers. I would have to ask, but would she let me? There was only one way to find out.
I tried to make it sound casual, as I said, "It looks different. Can I check it out?"
"OK."
There was no hesitation from her. She was so innocent, and I was taking advantage of her. I should have felt guilty, but instead all I felt was excitement as I put my hand between her legs.
I now had a small piece of her knickers between my finger and thumb, and I was rubbing it, as if to feel the material. But I was also pushing down onto a little lump, and unless I was mistaken, it was her clit.
"That's nice, very nice."
I kept my fingers there for twenty seconds, it might even have been longer. I only stopped when she stepped back. There was then an awkward silence, until she spoke.
"Thanks Justin, I trust your opinion."
Good, there was no annoyance or anger in her voice. However, she must have known that what I was doing was inappropriate. The fact that she hadn't stopped me earlier, told me that she had enjoyed it. I now knew that if I was careful, I could take this further, much further.
That night in bed, I imagined it was her hand on my cock. Then I closed my eyes, and my hand became her tight little cunt. When I climaxed it was one of my best.
The next day I had to leave Lucy alone for a few hours, while I went looking for a job. Yesterday I had picked out a few construction sites, hopefully one of them would be hiring. I had no luck with any of them, except for the last one. However, it was only labouring, and it wasn't paying a great rate, but I wasn't in a position to be choosey, so I took it.
"You start next Monday at eight. Don't be late."
I shook his hand.
"And wear a suit and tie."
I blurted out, "I don't have one."
He then laughed so loud I thought he was going to choke. He had got me good and proper. I would get some ribbing from the workers next week because of what I had just said, but I didn't mind. I was a big boy, I could take it.
When I got home I told Lucy about my new job, she was more excited about it than I was. I even got a big hug from her. As she squeezed me tight, I felt her breasts against my chest. I closed my eyes, savouring the moment. When she eventually released me my cock was almost fully erect. She must have noticed it pressing against her.
It was her turn to cook the evening meal. I sat in the kitchen watching her do it, fascinated by how good she was at it, despite being blind. She didn't really need me to babysit her, she was an independent woman. I was only looking after her to keep Mother happy.
"That was delicious."
"Glad you liked it. You can now clean the kitchen while I take a bath."
It only took me fifteen minutes, but I stayed in the kitchen for another five. I wanted to make sure my Sister was ready before I went upstairs. I was going to talk to her again while she was in the bath, and if the door was closed, I was going to open it.
As I stood outside, I could hear her singing. I was surprised at how good she sounded, I didn't realise she had such a nice voice.
"Hi Sis, are you OK?"
"Yes."
I then pushed against the door, but it wouldn't move.
"I was thinking, what about going out tomorrow?"
I turned the handle, and pushed again. It didn't budge, then I realised it was locked.
"Sounds good. It's my turn to decide where we are going. Let me think about it."
"OK."
It wasn't her turn, but I let it go. I was just so disappointed. I had wanted to see her naked tits again, and perhaps even get a brief look at what was between her legs as she got out of the bath.
As I sat in the living room, I thought about my Sister. I was becoming obsessed with her. I might only be twenty four, but there had already been a lot of women in my life. I have been told quite a few times that I am good looking, and I am vain enough to believe them. I have used my good looks, and charm, to get most of them into bed. So why was Lucy making me act like a schoolboy? Just a brief glimpse of her naked flesh was enough to make me drool. I was still thinking about her when she entered the room.
It's a good job she couldn't see my reaction, because I was staring at her, and my mouth was wide open with shock. She was wearing a nightie, and it was short, very short. I watched her as she made her way to the chair. When she sat down she crossed her legs. I could tell, by the way her breasts had jiggled when she had moved, that she wasn't wearing a bra. I wasn't certain, but it looked as if she didn't have any knickers on either.
"I have decided."
"What?"
She giggled, before saying, "Have you forgotten, about what we should do tomorrow?"
I had, but after seeing her now in her nightie, I knew what I would like to do. I would spend all day in bed with her, and by the end of the day I would be exhausted, and she would have been fucked in every position I could think of.
"No. So what do you want to do?"
"Shopping," then she giggled again.
I gave her my best fake groan, and that made her laugh. Shopping was worse than staying at home, but if that's what she wanted, then that's what we would do. At this moment in time, I would agree to anything, just to keep her sweet.We talked for a few more minutes, then I picked out a film. She was happy to go with my selection of an action thriller. However, to be honest, I would have watched anything, so long as she stayed in the room with me.
It was quite a good film. I had to keep explaining the action scenes, but it didn't spoil our enjoyment of it. After forty minutes I had almost forgotten, that under that flimsy nightie, my Sister was naked. I was now watching the film more that I was watching her. My cock was even limp.
Then she uncrossed her legs, that was a game changer.
She must have done it to get more comfortable, but why had she opened them so wide? Was she trying to tease me? I now had a perfect view of her most sacred place. She had nice chubby lips, and her pubic hair was wild. It looked as if it had never been trimmed. I could even see her opening, and I was desperate to put my fingers into it. So desperate, that I was even going to try and do it.
"Sis, I have just been thinking," then I hesitated, before adding, "You have never had one of my famous leg massages."
I was hoping she would ask for one, but there was just silence.
"I will do your legs while we watch the film."
My hand was on her calf before she could say no. However, as soon as I had touched her she had closed her legs. Not completely, but enough so that her cunt was hidden from view. This was now going to be just a massage, but at least I was getting to touch her.
I wasn't known for, 'My famous massage', and I couldn't remember the last time, if any, that I had ever given a woman one. Yes I had put my hand on plenty of legs, but only so that I could quickly move it up, so that I could finger them.
I was now doing quite a good job, and Lucy appeared to be enjoying it. Perhaps I had discovered a hidden talent of mine. I was even managing to keep her informed about the film as I worked on her legs. Who said men can't multitask?
After nearly ten minutes on her calves, I was enjoying it so much that I moved higher, to her thighs.
"That's nice, you are good at this."
I felt proud that my Sister was complimenting me. I gave her another five minutes, then I said, "Finished, did you like it?"
"Yes, but will you do it for a bit longer?"
I had already done all of what I had access to, so I would just have to do it again. However, when I put my hand back onto her thigh, she opened her legs. I took a deep breath, then I sized the opportunity. As I slowly moved my hand up, she responded by opening her legs even wider. When I felt hair brushing my hand, I stopped. If she was going to say no, the time was now. I only waited a few seconds, but that was enough if she was going to complain, but she didn't.
When I gently pulled on her lips, she gave a low moan. I liked the feel of them between my finger and thumb. Then I teased her opening with the tips of two fingers, just pushing them in enough so that they could be coated with her juice. I then moved those fingers all around her cunt, touching every part of it, except for her clit. I was saving that for later.
I was now back to her opening, so that I could tease it again. When she felt my fingers there she kept pushing upwards. She would get what she wanted, my fingers deep up her, but she was going to have to wait.
"I need you inside me."
That sent a shudder of excitement down my spine, and my cock somehow found another inch. I made her wait another thirty seconds, then I slowly pushed them in.
"Thank you."
That made me smile, and I nearly said, "You're welcome." It had sounded as if she was thanking me for some everyday thing, perhaps opening a door for her, rather than for me inserting two fingers deep into her most private part.
She was so wet, I risked adding a third. When she started moaning, I knew it had been the right decision. Then I started fucking her with them. My sweet eighteen year old Sister then turned into a bitch, writhing and moaning better than any other woman I had ever had before. If she was like this now, what would she be like when she was on the end of my cock? With my free hand I unzipped myself.
"NO!"
She must have heard the zip, or felt my cock against her. She had said it loud and clear, so I didn't think she would change her mind. I was tempted to still try, but reason overcame lust. I would fuck her another time. If I gave her a big climax now, she would come back for more, and that might be when she let me go all the way.
I had thought she was wild before, but it went up another level when I rubbed her clit with my thumb. At first she purred like a cat, then it became a deep continuous moan when my thumb moved faster.
After another ten minutes we were still going. I don't know how, a normal woman would have climaxed within two minutes, but she was possessed.
"Harder."
I hadn't thought of that, I was concentrating on faster. I kept the speed up, but now I was pushing down as well. It was working. Her breathing was now ragged, and at times she was gasping for breath. Then, when I pushed down even harder, she climaxed. Was it a big one? I hope so, if not, then I don't want to be around when she does have a big one. That would be scary.
I was now watching her, and she was still. That was a complete contrast to what she had been just a few seconds before. Her head had rocked from side to side, and she had clamped her legs tight, trapping my hand. Only releasing it when her orgasm had passed.
As she started moving again, the film ended.
"That was a great film."
I was now struggling not to laugh. It had been OK, but we had missed a large chunk of it at the end, because I had been fingering her to a climax. I guess she had struggled to find something to say. It can't be easy to think of something when you have just had an epic orgasm from your Brother's fingers.
In bed, it didn't take me long to climax. I masturbated while thinking about what had happened earlier with my Sister, so I was highly excited. However, it was the smelling and tasting of her juices, from my hand, that had taken me over the edge.
When I woke, I felt apprehensive, even a bit guilty. In the cold light of day would Lucy have any regrets? She might even be angry with me. Even though she had been a willing partner, she might now think that I had taken advantage of her.
As I entered the kitchen I felt butterflies in my stomach.
"How are you this morning?" she didn't wait for me to answer, before adding, "I have made you a nice breakfast."
There was a big smile on her face, she was definitely in a good mood. I felt the relief surge through my body. Then I smiled as well, I now knew it was going to be a good day, even though we were going shopping.
I can understand going shopping again, but I can't understand going into the same shops as before, and looking at the same things as before. What can have changed in such a short time? It must be a woman thing. However, that's what we did.
"I enjoyed that, we will have to do it again soon."
She might have enjoyed it, but I hadn't. All that time and effort to just buy one thing. And as for doing it again. I would, but only under protest, and she would have to let me fuck her first before I agreed.
After the evening meal we sat in the living room. I told her what was on the television, and she made the decision on what was to be selected. She chose a play, 'Cat on a Hot Tin Roof'. I had seen it before, but it was worth seeing again. It was mostly clever dialogue, so I wouldn't have much explaining to do.
Ten minutes into it she surprised me.
"Last night."
I tensed up, not sure what she was going to say next.
"That massage you gave me. It was very good, would you like me to do the same to you."
I nodded furiously, then I remembered that I would need to speak.
"Yes, but after we have watched this?"
"No, let's do it now."
We decided it would be best done on a bed, so we went to my room. I quickly got undressed, then I lay down on my back. I was now naked, except for a towel covering my lower body.
"I am not an expert like you. Where would you like me to start?"
I wanted her to start, and to end, with my cock, but saying that wasn't very subtle.
"My stomach."
Her touch was surprisingly firm. After ten minutes her hands kept going near the edge of the towel, that was a good sign. However, after another few minutes, I realised she wasn't going to go any further without some guidance from me.
"What you are doing is good, but sometimes you need to do gentler strokes."
I then held her hand, as I showed her what she should do.
"I get it."
I think she had, but I kept on doing it, and my hand, together with hers, was now going under the towel. When I let go, her hand was touching my cock. It stayed there, not moving, for a few seconds. Then she held it. I wanted the towel off, and I was going to remove it, but she got there first. She pulled it off with a flourish, like a matador waving a cape, then she threw it onto the floor.
For some reason I thought she would be inexperienced, and not know what to do. That it would be done roughly, without rhythm. I don't know how she had acquired her skill, but skilled she was.
She was now masturbating me with a casual ease. It felt perfect, firm but not too tight, and it was not too quick. Marks out of ten? So far, top marks, but let's wait until she finishes me off before scoring her.
It was good, but a handful of tit would make it even better. However, when I touched her breasts, she moved away. When I tried again, she moved again. So it was just going to be her touching me. I could live with that.
After five minutes she upped the pace, and I could feel a stirring in my balls. She then kept it at a steady rhythm for a few more minutes, before moving her hand even quicker. It was now getting interesting. I could feel the sap rising, very soon it would come gushing out.
"Are you nearly ready?"
I was, so I give her a quick, "Yes."
Then she surprised me by removing her hand. It was quickly replaced by her mouth. After giving the head a slow suck, she then swallowed my cock. I was impressed, the whole of it was now down her throat, and she wasn't gagging.
For five minutes she bobbed her head, each time taking in my full length. It felt divine, as if my cock was being serviced by a tight cunt. I wanted it to last longer, but I couldn't hold back, I was now going to spurt.
She must have realised what was about to happen, because when I erupted, she kept her head still. When I had finished, she pulled her head back, and my rapidly diminishing cock plopped out.
"That was a great film."
It took her a couple of seconds before she understood why I had said that. When she remembered that it was her first words yesterday after her climax, she burst out laughing.
That night in bed, I didn't play with myself. The climax my Sister had given me was enough for the day. When I eventually drifted off to sleep, I was thinking about tomorrow, and what me and her might get up to.
The next day started OK, with a nice leisurely breakfast, then it went rapidly downhill. I had only just finished eating when Mother called. She spent the next half an hour interrogating me. At the end of the call I could tell she still wasn't convinced that I was doing a good job looking after Lucy. Then, soon after, my new boss called.
"Sorry mate, circumstances have changed. I can't hire you."
Some big chief had put a stop to all new recruitment, and he couldn't tell me when they would be hiring again. However, I did get his assurance that when they did, I would have a job. I believed him, but I needed a job now rather than later on.
I went upstairs to tell Lucy about the two calls. She was still in bed.
"I am feeling a bit rough, I am going to try and sleep it off."
I briefly mentioned what Mother had said, but she wasn't interested. I didn't bother telling her about losing the job, that could wait until later, when she was feeling better.
During the day I kept checking on her, asking if she wanted anything to eat or drink. By the evening she was feeling a lot better, and she came downstairs for a couple of hours.
"I have spent most of the day in bed, but I still feel tired. See you in the morning."
An hour later I went to bed as well. It had not been a great day, I just hoped that tomorrow would be better.
In the morning I was woken by Lucy pulling on my bedsheets.
"What's going on, is there a fire?"
She laughed, and that annoyed me.
"Don't be silly. I am feeling a lot better today, so I have made you breakfast."
I mumbled, "Couldn't you have waited until I got up."
"Somebody is Mr. Grumpy today, and we all know who that is."
I was, but I was also Mr. Horny. There were a lot of nasty things I wanted to say to her, but I bit my tongue. If I did say anything, it would make me feel good, but it would also reduce my chances of getting into her knickers.
By the time I had got into the kitchen, I had calmed down, and by the time I had eaten the breakfast she had prepared for me, I was in a good mood.
"Sorry, for being grumpy."
"That's OK. I am going to have a bath. You can make it up to me by scrubbing my back."
Then she left the kitchen. I wasn't sure if she was being serious, but I was going to take her at her word.
When I approached the bathroom, I could see that the door was closed. So what she had said was her idea of a joke. I didn't find it funny. I was about to turn back, when she shouted out.
"What took you so long? Come in, it's not locked."
I did scrub her back, but only briefly. When I put my hands under her breasts, to lift them up, she gasped, as if she was surprised. I don't know why. Was she expecting me to be satisfied with just her back?
I was now concentrating on her nipples, and she was moaning appreciatively. I spent the next few minutes pulling and pinching them, then I started nibbling and sucking on them. She was even arching her back, eager for me to get more of her tit into my mouth.
When I put my hand under the water, she parted her legs. As I searched for her opening, my free hand went to my zip. It was difficult getting my cock out with just one hand, but eventually I managed it.
I was now fingered her while continuing to feed on her tits, I was also playing with myself. What was she doing? Nothing, she was just enjoying it while I did all the hard work. As good as it was I wanted more.
"I want to fuck you."
"No."
It was only what I had expected, but this time it wasn't as firm a rejection as before. I might be able to persuade her.
"Please, I will be gentle with you."
It took her a while before she spoke again.
"I might let you, but not now."
Not the best answer, but it did give me hope. I decided to put it out of my mind for now, and to concentrate on the job in hand. Two minutes later, we were both reaching it together. I had timed it to perfection. As I splashed onto the floor, she climaxed onto my fingers. Mine was good, but hers looked a lot better.
When a day starts like that, it's unlikely to get better. Today was no exception. For the rest of the day we had a lot of interaction, but nothing that was even remotely sexual. What had started with a bang, ended as a damp squib. We both had an early night, but in separate beds.
That night I had a strange dream. I was back on the road, and I was taking drugs again. When I woke I was disorientated, not knowing where I was. I could feel the cold sweat on my body, and I still felt uneasy even when I realised that I was back home, and that I was safe.
I told my Sister about it, and she looked concerned.
"Is there anything about that life that you miss?"
"Only Cher, but we both knew our relationship wasn't going anywhere."
"What about our relationship?"
I hadn't expected that. We had done a lot of things together that really we shouldn't have, but this was the first time either of us was prepared to talk about it.
"I don't know, but I guess we are now more than just Brother and Sister."
"I think we are. You have had your fingers up me, and I have had my hand on your cock."
I joined in with, "And I have made you climax."
That made her giggle, then her face turned serious.
"But what are we going to do now. Should we stop?"
"To tell you the truth, I don't think I can. What I would really like to do is to take you to bed, and make love to you."
I waited for her to reply, but she stayed silent.
"Think of it as an itch, that we both need to scratch."
It was my attempt to lighten up the mood, but it didn't work. I got nothing back from her.
"What do you want?"
She gave a deep sigh, then she said, "Being honest, the same as you, but it feels like a step too far."
Good, the desire was there. I now just needed to use my charm on her. It had never failed me before.
In my best sincere voice, I said, "We can try it, and stop if you don't want to carry on."
"Nice one big Brother, but has that ever worked before for you?"
Once, but the woman had not been very smart. She had a pretty face, and an amazing body, but not much of a brain. However, there was no way I was going to tell my Sister that.
"No."
That made her smile. I decided that my next attempt would be to get her sympathy.
"I forgot to tell you, I got a call about that job. They are no longer hiring."
That got me a hug, and the sympathy I wanted. But what was I going to say next? I didn't know, but out of impulse I kissed her. It was on the lips, and it was soft and gentle. She pulled away, as if she had been electrocuted, but then she kissed me back. We continued kissing, with closed mouths, for a few minutes. When we stopped she was slightly breathless, and her face was flushed.
I muttered, "How can something that feels this good, be wrong?"
It wasn't meant for her ears, but she had heard it, and it must have struck a chord, because she said, "I think we should go to bed now."
I didn't reply, I just took her hand, and we then walked together to my bedroom.
"Please will you undress me?"
I took my time with her buttons. When the last one was out, I pulled open her blouse. She was wearing the bra that I had seen before. The one she had asked my opinion of a few days ago. Then, I had tentatively felt the material, and taken the opportunity to have a quick feel of her breasts. This time I didn't need to be cautious, her tits were now mine. I could do to them whatever I wanted to, and she would let me.
I kept her bra on as my hands explored her tits. The soft silky material felt good, but it was never going to feel as good as her smooth skin. As soon as I took her bra off, I went for her nipples. It was a two pronged attack, with my mouth and hand.
I was now working both nipples as if my life depended upon it. One nipple was being sucked, chewed and nibbled. The other was being rubbed and stretched. Later on they would both be sore, but I didn't care. For now we were both enjoying it, and that was all that mattered.
"I need to be fingered."
I didn't bother taking her skirt off, instead I just reached up with both hands so that I could get to her knickers. I then pulled them down with such force, that something ripped. As soon as she stepped out of them, my hand went between her legs. This time I didn't tease her, I just thrust two fingers in, right up to the knuckles. That made her gasp, and it turned into a moan when I started fucking her with them.
"It will be better if we get onto the bed."
She was right, and we should have done that at the start, and I should already be undressed. However, there was nothing we could do now except be quick. She was first to be ready, because there was only her skirt to take off, but I wasn't far behind.
We were now both on the bed, groping each other like virgin newlyweds. I was eager to get my fingers back inside her, but when I tried she grabbed my hand."Go down on me," then she added, "That's if you want to."
Did I want to? That's a silly question.
May aim now was to lick and suck every part of her juicy cunt. I started on her lips, they were a nice mouthful. I then spent several glorious minutes exploring her opening. Finally I set to work on her clit. It didn't take me long to find its sweet spot, and when I did she was like a wild animal. She was writhing and bucking. It was a bumpy ride, and it took all my concentration to keep my tongue on the right spot.
"You do know that if you lick me for much longer, I am going to come," then she said the words that I had been waiting for, "Fuck me."
I didn't need to be asked twice. I would have preferred to bend her over, but I didn't want to lose any momentum by changing position, so I just pushed her legs wide. Then, as quickly as I could, I entered her, only stopping when I had no more to give.
"That's a nice cock, now fuck me hard with it."
Rule number one, always give a woman what she wants, especially if it's anything sexual. I was now fucking her hard. Long full strokes, as quick as I could manage.
She was quite restrained at first, then she became wild. Normally while I am fucking, I feel as if I am in control, but this was different. Yes it was me that was pushing my cock in and out, but it was taking all my concentration to just keep up with how her body was moving. It was more like hard work than pleasure. However, eventually I got used to it.
Five minutes later I could feel that familiar stirring in my balls. In another minute, two at the most, I was going to climax. After persuading her to let me fuck her, she would not be best pleased if this ended without her reaching it, so I put my hand between her legs.
After only a few seconds of my fingers on her clit, she started to come. I was now the one who was lagging behind. I had a tiger by the tail, and I was holding on for dear life. At the same time I was also striving to get a climax. By some miracle I got one, and it was a good one.
We lay together, a tangle of arms and legs, for a few minutes. We didn't speak, we were just enjoying the warm afterglow of good sex.
She was the first to speak.
"You do know that when Mother returns this has to stop."
"Yes, nothing more than a peck on the cheek."
"I agree it's way too risky. If we get caught there will be hell to pay."
There was then silence for a few seconds, before we burst out laughing. We both knew we were never going to stop!