The last rays of sunshine filtered through the tall stand of gum trees, casting long shadows across the black bitumen. The heat shimmer gave the illusion of the fence posts dancing as I sped past them. I glanced at the car's clock, a quarter to seven. I was still half an hour away from my destination and considering that I had been driving for over nine hours, I felt surprisingly alert. Perhaps it was the excitement of catching up with my sister, who I had not seen for twelve months. It was excitement tinged with sadness, because it was twelve months ago that we buried Cathy's husband Colin after a tragic accident on their farm. Widowed at the age of 25 seemed so cruel, and that it should happen to the most caring, loving, considerate and bubbly person in my life made it all the more unjust.
We had spoken by Facetime often, but on this sad anniversary, I wanted to be there in person to give her all the support that she would surely need. Cathy is my only sibling and being two years older than me, I looked up to her and adored her. She was always there for me, the rock that I relied on, a wise counsel when I needed advice, understanding when I stuffed up, a shoulder to cry on when life was difficult. It was the very least that I could be there for her as the bitter memories of those days a year ago, were sure to resurface.
Lost in my thoughts, time escaped me and before I knew it, I had arrived at the farm gate. Unlocking the gate, driving through and closing it behind me, I set off down the gravel road that after one kilometre would lead to the homestead. Topping one last rise, the house lay before me; a simple sandstone cottage, surrounded on all sides by a bullnose verandah. The cottage itself was enclosed by a white picket fence and on the side leading to the front entrance was a colourful garden, bejewelled with flowers of every colour of the rainbow. I knew that the garden was Cathy's pride and joy and it heartened me to see that despite the hard year that transpired, Cathy had lovingly cared for it, no doubt a source of distraction to her grief.
I pulled to a stop to see Cathy running towards me. My heart was racing, filled with joy to see her in the flesh again. Not only was Cathy a beautiful person in heart and soul, but she was a true physical beauty. Tall and only an inch shorter than my six feet, her hair had a lustrous golden glow that glistened in the setting sun. Piercing blue eyes, set amongst high cheekbones, perfect teeth and plump ruby lips set off her elegant face. Her full but firm bosom tapered down to her taunt waist and her hourglass figure was completed with her trim, round bum. She could have been a model if she so desired, but she loved the quite life on the farm and being one with nature.
Cathy had always been the free spirit. Perhaps it was in the blood, our parents encouraged our independence and liberal thoughts. The dinner table was the scene of robust conversations on any and all topics and when accompanied by a bottle or two of wine, they could become animated yet never disrespectful. The clothing code was relaxed to say the least and nudity was common and accepted as the norm. I know that both Cathy and I were so grateful for the balanced and loving lifestyle that our parents provided us.
"Oh Greg, you are here my darling brother, it is so good to see you," enthused Cathy, wrapping her arms around me and giving me a firm kiss on the lips.
She was the picture of summer simplicity, wearing a floral sundress with thin spaghetti straps, yellows and blues dominated. Not surprisingly, she was not wearing a bra, as she rarely did and certainly wouldn't in this hot weather. More than likely as well, she would not have bothered with panties.
"Cathy, it's so good to see you too, I have missed you so much," I cried, feeling a tear well up in my eyes. I had wrapped my arms around her as well and held her tight, rocking her gently. She smelt faintly of lavender, and I was transported instantly back to the time we lived together at home and the smell of her body after a shower. It seems she still had a preference for that particular scent.
"Come inside out of this heat," Cathy said, releasing her grip on me, "here, let me help you with your bags."
I do travel pretty light, so only one bag of clothes and personal effects, but I brought some wine and beer, so between the two of us we soon had everything in the house.
A cool breeze wafted through the open door. I remembered Cathy's cottage as being cosy warm in Winter and refreshingly cool in Summer. And there was nothing nicer than having a drink on the front verandah, in the shade as the sun set over the back paddock.
"I have a cold beer in the fridge Greg, would you like one?" Cathy enquired.
"Is the Pope a Catholic?" I replied sarcastically, knowing that Cathy would laugh at this as it was my stock response when asked if I want a beer.
"Smart arse!" Cathy responded, "I'll bring it out on the front verandah, with some nibblies. Do you want to change?"
"I'd love a beer first, then I might have a shower and get into something more comfortable, if that is OK," I said.
"Greg, you just make yourself at home, you don't have to ask for anything, what do they say, mi casa es su casa?"
I loved that I could relax and be myself in Cathy's presence. It had always been the case; we were like two peas in a pod growing up and I can't recall us ever having harsh words.
We sat and chatted, catching up on the events of the past twelve months and how Cathy had coped. Pleasingly, she was doing well, keeping herself occupied with the farm. There was no mention of any new love interest, but this did not surprise me as even when Colin was alive, they kept to themselves pretty much. I did recall Cathy telling me once that they had as friends, a couple that shared their love of nudism, who would visit occasionally. When I mentioned this, Cathy said that she had only seen them once since Colin passed away. Sadly, she sensed a change in their attitude, and she did not expect to see much of them in the future.
I had finished my first beer, so decided to have a shower and change.
"I'll just go for that shower, Cathy, then maybe another beer eh, that first one went down a treat," I said.
"Go for it, and as I said, make yourself comfortable. I'll make us up some more nibblies," Cathy replied.
"Cathy, I thought it would be nice to spend some naked time with you. What do you think?" I enquired, hoping that Cathy would agree. I was confident that she would, as that was pretty much her lifestyle and it would be nice to renew the habit we had when we lived together at home.
"Oh for sure Greg," Cathy responded enthusiastically, "I was hoping that we could forget about clothes while you are here. Go have your shower and I will get out of this dress."
"Excellent," I responded as I headed to the bathroom.
I felt so much better after my shower, and pleased that I would not have to get dressed as it was still so hot. I dried off and casually walked back to the front verandah.
Good to her word, Cathy had dispensed with her dress and was sitting, awaiting me, with a cheese and cold meat platter and a fresh beer each. She was a vision of beauty; her body was golden brown from head to toe, proof certain that she spent the majority of her time naked. As she saw me approach, she got to her feet and ran to give me a big hug.
"Oh, Greg, it is just like old times at home, us naked together, it's just the most natural thing in the world," Cathy gushed.
"It sure is sis," I heartily concurred.
"Let me look at you," I said pushing her away. I ran my eyes over her gorgeous body, refreshing my memory of the times we spent naked at home. Nothing much had changed, she was as beautiful as ever, her nice sized, firm breasts, her tight muscular stomach, her shaved pussy, her long, lean legs. She was a sight to behold.
"You look great Cathy; farm life clearly agrees with you. You have a great tan, you must be naked a lot," I said, stating the obvious.
"Yes Greg, I am. You know how I love being naked and I can be that way all day here, it's so private," Cathy explained, "and look at you, getting to the gym I see."
"Yep, my desk job meant that I wasn't getting enough exercise. The gym is right next door to work, so I go pretty well every day," I replied.
Mutual appreciation appraisal done and dusted, we sat down to enjoy another beer. The sun had well and truly set, but it was still pleasantly warm.
"You must be hungry Greg," Cathy realised, "I thought that we might have a chicken salad, it's too hot to cook."
"That's fine by me, let me help you get it ready," I said, getting up and together we strolled to the kitchen.
With dinner finished we retired to the lounge room to watch a bit of television. Cathy sat on the couch beside me and we cuddled as we watched some trashy reality show. Cathy's naked body next to mine brought back fond memories of our time at home when mum and dad sat on one couch, Cathy and me on the other, all naked and watching television, or maybe playing cards. I never took for granted my privileged upbringing.
I must have fallen asleep as next thing I knew, Cathy was shaking my shoulders.
"Hey sleepyhead, time for bed for you, you fell asleep; I know that show was boring, but you have had a big day," Cathy rationalized.
Cathy helped me to my feet. It was only then that I realized that I was sporting half an erection. I wasn't concerned, it was nothing that she hadn't seen before. Our parents taught us that there was no shame in our natural bodily functions and erections come and go. Dad had them, I had them, and the girls largely ignored them, albeit with the occasional cheeky remark.
Cathy walked me to my bed and I climbed in.
"Sleep tight little brother," she said as she gave me a kiss on my lips, "no need to get up early in the morning, so have a good sleep in, but there are a few jobs that you can help me with."
"Looking forward to it, who knows, I might make a good farmer," I joked.
I watched Cathy leave my room, my eyes locked on her nice tight bum which bobbed seductively as she sashayed to her own bedroom. A tinge of excitement rushed through my veins at the sight. I am only human after all, and Cathy is a stunning sexual being.
I felt my half hard cock rise to its full length at the thought. I tried to rationalize that I should not be turned on by my own sister, but I secretly delighted at the inappropriateness of it all. My hand grabbed my hard cock and I began to stroke it slowly but firmly. I imagined Cathy's hand wrapped around it, fondling it seductively. I closed my eyes and all I could see was my beautiful naked sister before me.
I quickened the pace of my wanking. I felt an orgasm building deep in my balls. A powerful shudder overtook me and a massive stream of cum burst from my throbbing cock. One surge followed another as my load covered my chest. Rather than reach for a tissue, I rubbed it in again imagining that it was Cathy's hand caressing me. Fully satisfied, I fell into a deep, sound sleep.
I woke in the morning to a golden beam of sunshine streaming through the window. I looked at my phone and it said just after nine. I must have been tired as I normally am up around six. I lay there, reluctant to get up from my very cosy, comfortable bed.
Before long, I heard the sound of a whistling kettle coming from the kitchen. Time to get up I thought, so I struggled out of bed and shuffled to the kitchen. There was Cathy, naked, her back to me.
I snuck up to her and wrapped my arms around her waist, my morning wood pressed firmly against her butt.
Ohhhh, good morning Greg, that's a nice wake up call. Colin used to do the same, I must say I miss that," Cathy gushed.
I immediately felt a bit guilty. Not that our bodies had made contact, that had never been an issue, but that I should have realised that Cathy had been a year without the touch of another male and I may have brought up memories of Colin that would make her sad.
"I'm sorry sis, I should have known better," I said quietly.
"Hey, don't worry, it felt nice and why can't a loving brother try and brighten a girl's day eh?" Cathy said, turning and returning the hug and giving me a kiss.
We stood holding each other for a moment, my cock now pressing against her stomach.
"So, I'm making scrambled egg, care for some, and a coffee too? Cathy enquired, breaking away from me,
"For sure," I replied, "I'll make some toast."
We sat down to enjoy breakfast and plan our day.
"Greg, the quad bike won't start, you are so good with engines, do you think you can have a look," Cathy asked with doe eyes.
"No worries," I said, thrilled with the prospect of tinkering with the bike.
The sun was beating down fiercely as we left the house after breakfast and headed to the equipment shed. Unfortunately, I knew that it was going to be hotter still inside the shed under the corrugated iron roof. Still, we were naked so no sweaty clothes sticking to our bodies.
I tried to start the quad bike but it just spluttered and would not kick over. After a few tests, my best guess was a blocked fuel line.
"What do you reckon Greg, can you fix it?" Cathy enquired hopefully.
"I'm thinking it's a blocked fuel line and if that is the case, I can fix it. It will take a few hours, but that's not a problem," I answered, with an air of optimism.
"Ohhh thank you, thank you," Cathy bubbled as she gave me a big hug, "you don't know how I have missed getting around on the quad. You're a life saver."
"I've got a few things to do in the house," Cathy said, "but I will come down and check on you later."
"No worries," I replied as I gathered some tools and got on with it.
I had been working about an hour and I was in a lather of sweat. It was hot, dirty work, but despite that, I was getting great satisfaction from working with my hands. I was also making good progress, certain that the blockage was the problem.
"Time for a break, you will need this."
Cathy had returned with a big jug of iced water. She wasn't wrong. I was feeling rather dehydrated and knew that it was sensible to have a break and a drink.
"Look at you, hot, sweaty and filthy, I do like a man who gets down and dirty," Cathy joked.
"Well, that's me then, when was the last time you saw an immaculately clean mechanic?" I asked.
"Exactly, so how is it going?" Cathy inquired.
"Pretty sure it is a fuel line blockage. I've cleaned the line and flushed it. Just going to put it back together and try it out. Fingers crossed,' I said.
"I hope so. If it's fixed we can take it for a spin down to the dam. You can clean up and we can have a swim to cool off," Cathy said to spur me on.
Cathy sat down on a bench and I joined her taking a break and having a refreshing drink. I glanced across to her. Her skin was gleaming with sweat too. "Been in the sauna?" I joked.
"Ha ha, you would think so wouldn't you, feel how hot my skin is." With that she took my hand and placed it on her breast. Her skin was on fire and the sweat made it slippery so my hand wandered over it. And of course, my hand was dirty and greasy and left an oily mark on her lovely bosom.
"Woops!" I said, "sorry about that,'
It's OK, you can wash it off in the dam," Cathy replied giving me a cheeky wink.
"Deal," I replied, thinking to myself that would be nice. The thought excited me, and I sensed a stirring in my groin. No need to hide it as there is no shame in getting an erection. I simply continued chatting to Cathy while finishing my drink.
"All right, I'm heading back to the house, be careful not to drop a hammer on that thing," Cathy advised, giving my cock a little tweak as she left.
I returned to my task. I cut a frayed edge off the fuel line and with a new clamp, attached it to the carburettor. Fingers crossed, I turned the key. Success! The engine roared into life. I felt immensely proud and satisfied, not bad for a bloke who works in an office, but I was confident, having mucked around with dad with cars and engines all my life.
I hoped on the quad and headed up to the homestead, revving it when I got there to draw Cathy out.
"You did it! Ohhh aren't you a clever boy, but I knew you would," enthused Cathy as she flung her arms around me and gave me a big kiss.
It was well after noon, so the promised trip to the dam beckoned.
"I'll just get some towels and I reckon you have earned a beer," said Cathy as she disappeared into the house, returning a minute later, jumping on the back of the quad, she wrapped her arms around my waist and we were off.
Quad bikes are a lot of fun and I sped with gay abandonment down the track towards the dam. Cathy egged me on to go faster. This may not have been such a good idea as I hadn't been on the track for some time and it seemed definitely rougher than the last time I had. Rounding a corner, I hit a big pothole and we flew into the air, coming down with a thud. We both roared with laughter, and with no damage done we turned left at the fork and the dam was in view.
"Race you in!" roared Cathy as she did a quick dismount and ran to the water's edge. I caught up with her performed a perfect rugby tackle as we both crashed into the cooling water. We came up spluttering and laughing and like two little children we splashed and frolicked, dunking and flopping.
"I brought a bar of soap down. It's in the cooler with the drinks. I think you should clean up before we have a beer, I'll go get it," Cathy said.
I watched on as she exited the water, like a Greek goddess, her body swayed as she waded out. I certainly liked what I saw.
Soon she was back with the soap, and she decided that she would play mother and clean me up. I had no objections. I was dirty from head to toe, so she had a job in front of her, but she attacked the chore with gusto. Lathering her hands, she gently washed my face, her fingers softly massaging my cheeks then neck. She splashed water on my face washing away the soapy residue.
With the bar of soap in her hand, she covered my chest and stomach, paying special attention to my nipples. Which were hardening under the attention. It was not the only part of me hardening as her attention was very erotic and my cock was stiffening as a result. Chest and stomach now cleaned, she moved lower.
"Well, you are a messy mechanic, how did you get grease on your cock?" Cathy asked, " hmmmm, no better you don't tell me, but we have to get it squeaky clean."
Gently she rubbed the bar of soap along the length of my now rock hard cock. With it now all nicely lathered, her hand slide effortlessly over it. Taking her time, she cleaned meticulously.
"Does that feel good, Greg?" she enquired quietly.
"Yes it does, you are doing a great job, but that grease is pretty hard to get off, so keep going," I teased, not for a minute thinking that she wasn't onto me.
I placed my hands on Cathy's shoulders as she continued to massage my raging erection. I didn't want her to stop, and luckily for me, she had no intenion to.
I could sense that I was close to cumming. We had reached a new intimacy at this moment. Yes, we had been naked around each other for all of our lives and there had often been casual touching, but this was an act of sexual gratification and for a moment, I contemplated if we were going too far. I dismissed the thought instantly. My love for my sister knew no bounds. What we were engaged in was an act of love, giving pure, unadulterated pleasure to the one we worshipped. Nothing could make this intimacy cheap or unnatural. We had been close all our lives and this was just a raw expression of that.
"Cathy, I'm cumming," I uttered breathlessly, as I felt my balls tingling and my stomach muscles tensed as my grip on Cathy's shoulders tightened.
With a violent shudder, my cock exploded, spewing a torrent of cum all over Cathy's tummy. Rope after rope of steamy, sticky, white semen poured from my pulsating dick.
Cathy slowed the pace of her stroking as I came down from the high of my climax. I pulled her close to me, wrapping my hands around her waist, holding her tightly, savouring this most intimate of moments. I pulled away and our mouths met, our lips parted, our tongues exploring, saliva mixing. Cathy's breath was warm and sweet. We held that loving embrace for what seemed an eternity.
As I released my grip I looked down and noticed that Cathy's breasts were still splattered with grease from earlier. The soap had dropped in the water at our feet, so I reached down and retrieved it. I rubbed the soap over her luscious, firm bosom building up a bubbling lather. With a hand on each breast, I rubbed sensuously, the dirt disappearing as I did so. Cathy's boobs were soft to the touch, but her nipples were stiffening with the attention of my wandering hands. I pinched her nipples between my thumbs and forefingers.
"Oh Greg, that is soooo nice, don't stop," Cathy begged. I had no intention of stopping, her breasts drawing my hands like a magnet. Her nipples were enticing, and I had to have them in my mouth. Cupping her left boob in my hands, I lashed her nipple with my tongue, flicking and sucking, drawing her elongated teat inside my warm. moist mouth.
Cathy was moaning gently, her knees were trembling and she was clearly ready to experience an orgasm of her own. I continued to suck on her nipple and with my other hand massaged her other breast. That nipple too was now standing proudly erect as Cathy collapsed into my arms, her body shaking as passion enveloped her. I held her tightly, supporting her so as she wouldn't fall.
Looking each other in the eyes, we silently decided to walk to the shore. We sat down on our towels and I reached across to the cooler and took out the two beers.
"Cheers," we said, clinking the bottles together.
"Cathy," I said," I'm scared, have we gone too far? We are brother and sister, surely we should have stopped."
In my own mind, I had absolutely no regrets, but I had to know how Cathy felt about the whole episode. Had I damaged our relationship terminally? I would be shattered if that was the case.
"Greg, I have never felt so alive. We love each other, we have all our lives, what we have is special. I feel absolutely no guilt or shame," Cathy explained as she held my hand tightly.
I experienced an overwhelming sense of relief. We were on the same page emotionally and raised our relationship to a whole new level. We sat silently and sipped our beers, content and at peace with the world. The sun dipped behind a tall stand of blue gums and a hint of a breeze wafted over us. Birds were hopping from branch to branch and I could not imagine a time when I felt as one with nature and so in charge of my emotions. The tranquillity of the bush setting matched my mood. I had never been happier.
"OK brother, a quick dip before we head back to the house," Cathy demanded as she strolled to the water's edge. I followed her in, diving under the water and swimming to the middle of the dam. I stopped and treaded water as Cathy swum towards me. We met and cuddled there for a moment before swimming back to shore.
Drying off, we hopped on the quad bike and took a more leisurely ride back to the homestead. Cathy again held me firmly around my waist, but this time it felt different, more intimate than the trip to the dam. It was a very satisfying feeling.
I knew that I had to have a nap. It had been both a physically and emotionally draining morning. I was thrilled that I had another six days with Cathy, and I could only imagine what lay ahead. In minutes, I had fallen into a deep sleep.
awoke with a start; that fleeting feeling that you have when you wake up in a strange place and for a moment, you do not know where you are. I looked around and of course I realised that I was staying with my sister Cathy on her farm. Then the memories of the morning came back to me. Down at the dam, Cathy was washing the dirt off me, and she played with my hard cock making me cum. And I played with my sister's beautiful tits. Was this a dream? No it certainly wasn't. I adore my sister, we were so close growing up together, free spirits, comfortable being naked around each other, but our familiarity was never sexual, now it was. I am certain that we have both accepted and embraced the change, it has only brought us closer.
The room was quite dark and I guessed it was late afternoon. I was more tired than I thought, sleeping in the middle of the day is something that I seldom do.
I got out of bed and went looking for Cathy, finding her out on the front verandah, reading her book.
"Hi sis, wow, I was wiped out. How long have I been asleep?" I asked.
"A good three hours; I was just about to come wake you up or you wouldn't sleep tonight," Cathy added.
"True," I agreed, "would you like a white wine, I'm getting myself one," I asked.
"Yes please," Cathy replied, so off to the kitchen I went and returned with a nice pinot grigio and two glasses.
I stood next to Cathy and poured her drink. My cock was on her eye level. She reached out and gave it a playful tug.
"You really do have a lovely cock Greg," she volunteered unashamedly.
I must admit I blushed at this unexpected, but not unwelcome compliment.
"Thank you, Cathy, I didn't know that you were such an authority." I retorted, immediately regretting the remark. Cathy was no floozie, I can only recall one boyfriend from high school and then she married Colin.
"Well Colin didn't have a very big penis. Not that it worried me, I loved him and our sex life was good," Cathy explained. "But of course, I had seen you and dad hard, and I knew Colin was smaller, but who cares."
It was true that dad and I did get hard at times, and it was never an issue. Clearly, Cathy had taken notice, but it just goes to confirm her nature that she would never judge anyone by the size of their cock.
All this talk of cocks had got me hard and I sat drinking my wine with a full erection. Cathy looked in my direction and as was always the case took no offence. We sat talking and drinking, and my hard on refused to go away.
"Are you going to sit there all night with that thing?" Cathy finally remarked.
"It is hanging around a bit. I can go to my room and do something about it," I offered.
"I have a better idea," said Cathy, putting her drink down and moving to my side.
"I bet it tastes as good as it looks," Cathy intimated.
She took hold of my hard cock and wrapped her hand around it. Kneeling beside me, she reached over and her tongue began licking my knob. My glans is very sensitive, and I felt a surge of excitement course through my body. Cathy flicked expertly, her tongue felt just the slightest bit rough, which only accentuated my pleasure.
Holding the base of my cock, she wrapped her lips around my knob and proceeded to swallow its length. I was rock hard and my dick was as stiff and thick as it has ever been. Cathy inched her way down it and I began to wonder if she could take my whole length. She had just said that Colin's cock was on the small side, so I was concerned that she would struggle to take all of me in. I desperately wanted to fill her throat. Inch by inch, she worked my cock into her, I could feel my knob pressing against the back of her throat.
Lovingly cupping my balls, Cathy slowly withdrew and then thrust back down again and again. I was in Heaven, my darling sister was giving me the blow job of my life. I knew that I could not last much longer. A deep, strong orgasm was building in my groin and I tried to prolong it as much as possible.
"Cathy, I'm going to cum," I warned her, allowing her to pull out before I exploded in her mouth. I had no idea if she liked to swallow, but I was not going to risk it.
Cathy continued her relentless sucking of my cock, with no hint that she was going to stop. I took this as permission to dump my hot, steaming load of cum deep down her throat.
I grabbed hold of her heads and held it tightly, as I came with a shuddering release. Wave after wave of cum cascaded into her and she swallowed every last drop, sucking hard on my cock to ensure that she drained me fully.
Cathy kept sucking, but this time gently, as my manhood began to soften in her mouth. Finally, she released me and looked tenderly into my eyes. Her tongue licked her lips, capturing the last drop of cum that pooled in the corner of her mouth.
I pulled her up to me and hugged her tightly. "Cathy, that was the most sensuous blowjob that I have ever had. I am in awe of the gift that you have given me. I don't think that I could love you more than I do at this very moment."
Cathy's chest was pressed hard up against mine and her heart was pounding. "Greg, I wanted so much to make you happy. You are the best brother, coming here just when I most needed company and kindness. Our bond has been so strong all our lives, nothing will break it," Cathy implored with a tear in her eye.
We sat silently, relishing our body on body contact; I didn't want to let her go. It was still very hot and our sweaty bodies entwined, Cathy's womanly scent was intoxicating. I kissed her gently on her forehead.
"How about another wine, I think we could both do with one," I suggested, lifting Cathy off me and placing her lightly on her chair. The sun was setting and it cast a muted, golden glow over Cathy's body. She looked positively angelic, and I just had to stop for a second and catch my breath. She caught my eye and simply smiled back at me.
I returned with the drinks and sat down.
Cathy was directly opposite me and she had placed her feet up on the coffee table. Her legs were just slightly apart affording me a view of her luscious pussy. It was neat and compact, her inner labia concealed behind the crease of her outer labia. I wondered for a minute, why she adopted the shaved look, because, being by herself now, there didn't seem to be a reason to keep it that way.
My curiosity got the better of me.
"Cathy, I didn't think that you would bother to shave down there; it seems a bothersome task that you could do without," I suggested.
"You are right Greg, mind you, I never did like the full bush, so I did trim it back every now and then, but to be perfectly honest, I did it for you. I wanted to look my best" Cathy replied blushing ever so slightly.
"Oh Cathy darling, you didn't have to do that, you are gorgeous, bush or no bush. But I have to say, I do love the shaved look. And if you think I have a gorgeous cock, well your pussy is absolutely stunning."
"Do you think so Greg?" Cathy replied with a smile of delight on her face.
She spread her legs and with the forefinger of each hand, pulled her labia back, exposing her pink inner lips. With the light on the verandah taking effect, I could see that she was moist.
"I do admit that I love my pussy. My clit is so sensitive," Cathy declared, rubbing her love bud softly. She then inserted two fingers inside her, caressing the rough, ridged surface of her upper vagina. She looked me straight in the eye as she did so.
"I have my toys Greg, but they don't compare with the touch of a man. These last twelve months have been very hard on me." Cathy lamented.
"I can only imagine sis, I want to do something about it," I said as I left my chair and made my way over to her. Pushing the coffee table out of the way and spreading her legs even wider; I positioned myself on my knees, my mouth on a level with her stunning cunt.
I replaced her fingers with my own. First two, then three, I probed deeply. Cathy's fanny was hot and moist, her aroma sweet and musky. Back and forth I thrust with my fingers and with each prod, she became wetter and wetter, her juices saturating my hand.
I had to taste her. I pulled my hand out and latched my mouth onto her labia, sucking furiously. Her juices were like the nectar of the gods, sweet and thick and flowing copiously. I lashed her clit and felt it swell in response. I took it into my mouth and nibbled it gently, all the while flicking it with my tongue. Cathy was moaning loudly to my touch, her hands gripped my shoulders, her nails, digging into me. The mild pain was a rush.
Cathy began to arch her back and her breath was now coming in short bursts. She was clearly on the verge of a massive orgasm, so I continued my tongue lashing of her cunt. Her cum was now gushing from her and I swallowed every drop. My cock had recovered and was as hard as stone.
"Ohhhh Greg, I'm cumming, oh yes I'm cumming," Cathy cried excitedly. In an instant, she began bucking wildly, every muscle in her body contracting as a shuddering climax ripped through her. She collapsed back into her chair and pulled me towards her, our lips locked in a passionate embrace, our tongues grazing, our saliva mixing.
"I need to fuck you Cathy," I whispered.
"Do it."
I lifted Cathy up and carried her to her bedroom, gently lowering her onto the bed, laying her on her side. I positioned myself behind her. Her pussy was on full display, extended and red with excitement. I edged my hard cock up to her entrance and it slipped easily into her. Slowly, I pumped, filling her with the full length of my man meat. I then increased my tempo, not wildly, but creating a steady rhythm, her pussy gripping my cock.
With one hand, I reached around to her front and massaged her clit. Cathy pushed my hand away and replaced it with her own, so I moved up and cupped her left breast, feeling her long erect nipple in the palm of my hand. I tweaked it between my thumb and forefinger, causing a shudder to overtake her.
I pulled my cock out and rubbed it against her labia, then I placed it back inside her, its full length filling her cunt. Back and forth I probed, and as our passions raised together, I fucked her hard, her love juices gushing like a river from her vagina.
We were on the verge of our second orgasm for the evening. The telltale sign was building in my balls and I cried to Cathy that I was about to dump my load. Her head was buried in a pillow and it muffled her cries as she reached her climax. Again, she shuddered uncontrollably, bucking and writhing. It was all that I could do to keep my cock inside her. I wrapped my arms around her waist and held her firmly against me. With that, I came myself, uncertain that I had any cum to give, but my cock pulsated within her. Our bodies were soaked in sweat, but it was the most sensuous of feelings, a testament to the passion that had enveloped us.
We laid silently for a number of minutes, but I had to speak with Cathy.
"Cathy, are we doing something so wrong? We are brother and sister, society frowns on this behaviour," I asked plaintively. For my part, I had a clear conscious. For me, I believed we were expressing the deep love that had been part of our make up all our life. I adored Cathy and she was the most important person in my life. My purpose was to make her happy.
"Greg, what we have is something special, true love, giving to the other person. It doesn't matter to me that we are brother and sister. What can be wrong when love is involved. Some children can't stand each other, they can't stand their parents. Family does not mean love is guaranteed. But we have that special relationship, it is pure. And not only us, but we have parents who will do anything for us. We are so lucky to have such a close knit, caring family," Cathy explained so eloquently.
I just had to give her the biggest hug. She had removed all my misgivings.
Cathy checked her phone for the time. It was seven o'clock and we hadn't eaten. Having come back down to Earth, I realised that I was starving.
"I'm going to make us spaghetti carbonara sis, it will be quick and easy," I declared.
"I'll give you a hand," volunteered Cathy as we made our way to the kitchen. Cathy got us another drink of wine as I prepared the ingredients. Soon, dinner was on the table and we chatted about what we might get up to over the next few day. It would be hard to beat what happened today, but you never know,
We cleared the dishes, washed up and settled down in front of the television to watch a movie.
I sat at one end and Cathy lay down across me, her head resting on my chest. I wrapped my arms around her chest, occasionally casually rubbing it. For my part, I seemed to have a permanent hard on, which Cathy basically ignored except for some light touching, nothing overly sexual, just acknowledging that it was there and no harm done in giving it an occasional pat.
The movie finished and we decided that it was time for bed.
"Greg, I want you to sleep with me tonight," Cathy virtually ordered.
"Sure thing sis," I replied as hand in hand we walked to her bedroom. We climbed into bed and Cathy turned on her side and I spooned into her. My arm draped over her shoulder and resting on her breast. Within minutes, I could hear Cathy's shallow breathing, indication that she had fallen asleep. My contentment was complete. My darling sister created the opportunity for us to grow closer. I looked forward to what tomorrow would bring, but like Cathy, I was exhausted and I soon followed her into the land of Nod.