37 comments/ 107917 views/ 111 favorites Empty Nesters Ch. 01 By: MindsMirror Notes [Last revised September 18, 2015]: Empty Nesters Ch. 02 Notes [Last revised September 21, 2015]: Empty Nesters Ch. 02 "Hey," I said. "What?" she asked. "You know I love you?" "Yeah, but today is my day remember? I love you more," she said playfully. "It isn't a contest," I mock protested. "I just need you so much." At the truck I helped her in and stole a grope of her bottom as she got into the truck. "That was kind of cheap," she accused. "I guess. I just can't keep my hands off." Leaning into the truck for a big hug, I whispered, "You just don't know." "Don't know what, sweetie?" "Katie, I'm lost in you. I don't want this to ever end." "Yes, Dan, I do get it. That's why I told you. I'm yours, yours for as long as you will have me." I closed her door and walked around to get in. I was having trouble. It wasn't a trust issue. It was a reality is coming issue. I didn't want reality crushing what I'd found. I didn't want to lose this. Hopping in the truck I set out for home. About five minutes into our ride home, I had a thought. "Hey, let's stop and have a nice meal out. There's a nice seafood place on the way back home. You interested?" I asked. "You bet, I don't get much seafood. I guess I should say, I haven't been getting much seafood. Jim was such a miser about some things." "I just remembered my favorite seafood restaurant we'd passed on the way here. Eating during the off hours is one of my quirks, Sis. Somehow I think I'm going to need some stamina food for tonight." "Dan, you've been awesome. You don't have to perform for me. We've had so much more sex than I've had in years. I think it was the best sex I've ever had and I'm not speaking hyperbolically." "I'm really not performing, Sis. I just want you. I want you to be happy and fulfilled. I want for you, what you want." "You've been giving me that and more." "I don't want it to end," I repeated. "I don't either. It has been heavenly the last few days." Pulling into the gravel parking lot, I parked in front of the windows where the hostess usually seats me. It's an odd habit. "These guys have really fresh stuff. Sometimes right off the boat," I said pointing at the dock on the back side as we approached the door at the corner. Inside I saw Marcy. She recognized me immediately. "You want your usual table, Dan, or you mixing it up today?" "Thanks Marcy, I would like my usual table. I think we'd like some of those soft shell crabs for appetizers too." "I'll put that in. You probably already know, I'll be your waitress. What would you two like to drink?" Marcy said, handing each of us a menu. "They have you doing double duties today, huh? I'll have a sparkling water with lime." Katie said, "I'll have the same." Marcy said I'll get those right up for you. "I really like this place. They have a lull around this time, so I come here often and Marcy is a really nice gal." "She an old flame?" Katie asked bluntly. "Nah, she's married has some kids. I'd never do that to another guy. Well, not intentionally." A little pang of guilt swept over me now as I wondered if our drunken night of sex six years ago had caused any of the issues in her marriage. Trying to move on I said, "I almost always get the oysters. It isn't normally for stamina, but I might be hedging today." Katie laughed, "You have no concerns in that department Dan. Stop worrying. In fact, you need to just stop worrying in general. You seem like you think, it's all going to end at any moment. I'm here to stay." "Let me guess what you are going to eat. I'm thinking it's a fried seafood special, but I'm not trying to influence your decision. I just wonder if you have changed your tastes," I said. "Well, you would normally be right, but I'd thought I might eat what you were having. If it is so good that you order it all the time, I'm guessing it must be pretty good." "Ah, well my habits are this. I go to a restaurant for the thing I like most on their menu. I almost always order my favorite thing at each place. Several people have commented about how odd it seems. But if you want to eat what I think is the best thing on the menu anywhere, you can just double the order. On the other hand not everyone likes everything I like. Your brother is definitely an odd duck." Marcy showed up with our appetizer and our drinks. "Here you go Dan. Who's this pretty girl?" "Oh, this is Katie - um Katherine. I told her, I think the oysters are the best thing on the menu. Maybe you think there is something better?" "No, I'm with Dan on this one. They are the best. The soft shell crab are a close second, but you've already ordered those." She smiled at me. "So, are you ready to order?" Katie offered up, "I think we're getting two of the oysters." "Baked potato or French fries and slaw or salad?" "Can we make it a spinach salad?" Katie asked. "Yes ma'am, we can do that," Marcy answered, winking at me. "Okay baked potatoes and spinach salad, dressing on the side please." Katie finished the order. "Dan, I think this one is a keeper. She knew exactly what you'd order. I'll have those right out for y'all," Marcy said smiling. "I think they probably put the oysters in when I walked in, so don't be surprised. We need to eat some of this yummy soft shell crab." Taking a bite Katie's face told me she was really enjoying them. "Mmmm" emanated from her, while she finished chewing. Then she said, "Wow these are pretty fantastic." Marcy was back with the spinach salads. "I think the oysters are just about ready she said. Maybe another couple minutes." The crab was disappearing quickly, but the spinach salad arrival slowed things down. "The salad is not as nice as the one you made me for my birthday," I complimented Katie. "I have a new standard to go by in my restaurant selections." "Dan you don't need to butter me up. I'm a sure thing remember?" "I'm going to butter you up later," I whispered naughtily. "You are such a horn dog." I didn't respond, but ate a few more bites of the crab and salad. "You finish the crab," I suggested. "I think I will. They are really good. If the oysters are even close I will be astonished." Marcy appeared with our main course. She expertly placed the plates of food in front of us. "You two let me know if you need anything. I'll refill those sparkling waters in just a second." The oysters were better than usual. They were extremely fresh. I watched Katie as she tried her first one. Placing it on her beautiful tongue after blowing it off a couple times. Her face lit up. "Just wow! These melt in your mouth." After another, she admitted, "Okay, initially I was disappointed we didn't go home right away. Now though, I'm thinking it might have been worth it." "I'll make up for any disappointment when we get home," I promised. Marcy showed back up with new sparkling waters just as I finished my statement. Katie was blushing brightly. Pushing my arm playfully, she said, "Dan, you be nice to her! She clearly loves you. I'll check back with y'all in a bit." "What is it people keep seeing?" Katie asked in disbelief. "Is it that obvious to everyone?" "Well, some people can see the truth," I offered. "Eat those oysters before they get cold. They are never as good as they are right this moment." We continued eating and teasing one another for several minutes. Eventually the food was mostly eaten. I didn't eat much of the tasty potato as I worried about the weight I'd put back on over the last year of non-dating. Marcy came back to check on us. "I see you didn't like them," she teased looking at the plates. "Will you be wanting any desert today?" "No, thanks Marcy. Everything was great though." I handed her $100 and said, "Keep the change." As we were leaving she offered another complement "You two sure make a cute couple. Come back and see us, OK?" I was feeling pretty exposed somehow. "I guess we need to work on our stealth skills. I've only had a couple of dates in there. Neither worked out and Marcy never made any of those types of comments with them." Katie put her arm in mine and said, "I don't think we need to hide our love of one another. Today was really nice, Dan." Then she whispered in a sexy tone, "Break time is over now." "Oh, I see. OK, well we can go home now. Two meals should do it for me I think." In the truck on the way home she sat in the middle and leaned into me for most of the trip. The closeness was getting the reaction I think she was looking for. She finally just settled her hand right on her prize. "Mmm, feels nice," she said. "You be careful, you'll make me lose focus on the road," I reprimanded. "You're a very defensive driver. I trust you to keep your cool," she said. Then she was undoing my zipper and button. She put her delicate hand inside and reached through my boxers to release me. Then she had the tip gently between her lips as she swirled her tongue over the slit. "Oh - um - jeez, you cannot keep doing that, Katie. I'm going to lose it right here." "You'll be OK," she stopped tormenting me and took me entirely into her mouth. Somehow I made the rest of the drive home without crashing. She'd been taking it very slow; no quick motions. It was just keeping me interested the whole way. "That was very nice of you," I said as I turned off the truck in the driveway. "I don't really know what to say about it. It was super erotic and very soothing at the same time." I hadn't seen this adventurous behavior in Katie before. Not exactly at least. The quickie we'd had at the beach was a little exhibitionist, there just wasn't anyone to see. As kids, she was pretty conservative as the eldest sometimes is. "I don't know what came over me," she giggled climbing out of the truck. "It seemed to be the right thing to do." "Well, I think you're going to have to pay for it dearly." I grabbed her and kissed her deeply. She'd had me on kind of a low simmer for the last twenty minutes. "I think we need to get you into the house right now," I finally said, breaking the kiss. "I thought you were enjoying it, Dan," she pouted playfully. Inside the house I couldn't wait for our clothes to be off. A trail led from the front door to the master bedroom. There I laid her on the bed so I could repay her orally. Since imitation is the sincerest form of flattery; I started very slow. I was really just kissing her. Keeping her interested for the longest time. Eventually I took to licking and kissing in turn. Once I had her repeatedly cresting and ebbing; I worked a couple fingers inside her. Still licking and focusing on her reactions, I found myself receiving another wonderful squirt of her fluids. "Oooo, oh ma gaaaaaah. Dannnnnn," she moaned. When she settled again I said, "I would love to do that daily. I think I'm developing a fetish for your nectar." "You're the only person that has ever made it happen to me. I didn't even know I could do that," she replied. "I thought that it was some porn invention, like anal orgasms and deep throating." "That was so wonderfully savage, Dan. Have I been fully punished, or do you have some more to apply?" "Sorry, I thought you enjoyed it," I laughed, looking up at her over her mons. "I did, silly." She sat up and pushed me back towards the foot of the bed and crawled down me to kiss me deeply. "Mmm, I taste me on your lips and face. You really were pretty easy on your naughty sister. I think I'm going to have to give you some nice reward." Returning to my mid-rift, she took me into her mouth for several quick bobs only to turn me loose. "I can't get over this feeling. Why does this still feel so naughty?" "Um - I don't know, Katie. It felt pretty right to me." It was really odd. She'd only been here a few days and we'd really only started having sex during the past couple. She went back to work on me with a huge smile and twinkle in her eyes. The love and adoration was clear. I just watched the lovely show she was giving me. As I neared my peak, she moved so that she captured my cock between her voluptuous breasts. I guess I never really thought about it until that moment. Her breasts were firm, but they're big. I'm not a good estimator on things like this. Maybe they were just normal 36C size, but the vision of them around me was really exciting. "That's just too hot, Sis." Between strokes ending with the tip in her mouth, she said. "I told - gluk - you I was - gluk - going to - gluk - give you - gluk - a reward." That sent me over the edge. "Oh jeez, Katie. I'm cuming, gahhhhhh!" The audiovisual was too much. Stream after stream emanated from me. She made no attempt to capture it all. This was a show. Some was on her face, some was in her hair and some was dribbling down her boobs. I don't normally think of them as boob or tits, but it was the hottest damn boob job I'd ever experienced. She was amazing. After I was finished, she climbed down beside me in the bed. We just lay there for a nice long time, petting and stroking one another. "That was pretty freaking hot, Katie", I finally offered. "Yeah, it was fun to watch your expression, Danny. I can't tell you how happy it made me feel when I saw you looking at me like that. It was just pure love and lust and surprise." "It was definitely a surprise," I said. "You made me feel pretty damn good before. I wish I could have seen it from your angle." "Hmm, maybe I need to get some mirrors in here huh?" I said laughing. That got me a light punch in the arm, but then I could see the idea being considered in her eyes. "Maybe," she finally said looking back down at my recovering hardness. "Okay, maybe one more reward and then a shower or bath." "What kind of reward are you thinking?" "Um, you remember at the gardens?" "Yeah, what about the gardens?" "I teased you about wanting my ass. I just thought maybe we could try. I've always wondered about doing it." "I've never done it, Katie. I think you have to do some preparation first." "Yeah, probably. We should read up on it first," she said kind of disappointed. "Look, make me a deal. If I try and it's gross or something we give it another try with prep work." "Deal," she said excitedly getting up on her knees. I moved into position behind her and started by licking her pussy again to get her going a bit. Slowly, I worked my way up to her cute pink sphincter and licked and plunged my tongue into her. "Oh, fuck, Dan! That feels so good. And so very naughty. Don't stop!" My hand replaced my tongue on her clit as I began sucking, licking and tonguing her anus. "Ohhh, that feels really good. I want you to try doing me there with your cock." She bend down further so as to fully expose her bottom to me. Her face and upper body were flat on the bed. "Okay, wait here a minute." I went to my dresser, opened a drawer and found a little tube of lube. "I think we're going to need this," I said putting some on my throbbing cock. She was watching tentatively as I then put some on her and a little more on my pinky finger. Very slowly I worked the pinky into her. Initially she was clenching and making it hard. I rubbed her butt cheeks gently and said, "Relax, Katie. We really don't have to do this." "Dan, I want to. I've never done it, I'm just being tense." "You know I will stop if there is any pain." "Try another finger." Slowly I switched to my middle finger it went in much easier, she was definitely relaxing now. A little more lube allowed me to get another finger inside. A small moan was coming from her now. She was starting to push back against my fingers working in and out of her. I squirted some more on my cock just before I went to make the swap. "Okay, Katie. You ready for me to try?" "Do it. Push it in me," she said wantonly. I ignored her plea to rush. I didn't know what I was doing and really didn't want to hurt her. I pressed the tip against her pink ring and felt myself go in just over the tip. Katie sucked in a big breath and I paused. "You OK?" "Uh-huh, just stay there a moment. It's bigger than your fingers were." After a moment she relaxed and signaled me to continue. Pressing in further, I added some more lube. She was starting to tremble a bit and I slowed again. I started to pull back out, but she said, "No." And then forced herself backward. The action pushed me completely inside and she let out a little peep. It was very tight. I think she was clenching again. "Katie?" "It's good, Dan. I'm adjusting. I feel so full." I waited what seemed like minutes. I was prepared for this little experiment to be a failure, when she suddenly started moving away and then back. The feeling was exhilarating. The texture or friction was different. She was making some guttural moans indicating her heightened excitement. Grabbing her hips, I began meeting her movements. Soon we were in heated rapid thrusting that made our contact smack and echo in my lightly decorated bedroom. "God, I don't know why I never tried this," she said. "I never had anyone ask." The view of my cock entering my sister's ass was hot and she was starting to climax. I wasn't really close, but hearing her excitement got me closer very quickly. "Oh, my gawd. Fuck me harder, Dan. Do it!" She said breathily. I increased the force I was using and raised myself up a bit off my knees and into a squatting position to deliver the finale. Quickly in this raised position, she was over the edge emitting a string of guttural curses and filthy talk that made me lose it. "Fuckk, fawk, faaaaak!" I yelled as I unleashed a new series of torrents into her bowels. Katie's spasms were making her legs give out and she slid forward with me still inside. Both of us were panting for air. When I eventually softened, I rolled back beside her. Stroking her beautiful blond hair I told her, "It was an awesome reward, I just hope it was good for you." "It was a completely different kind of good. I don't know how to explain what it felt like, but it was pretty spectacular. Thanks for being open to try it with me." The gifts my big sister kept giving me, made me tear up a just a tiny bit. Her company was just the beginning. Her adventurous nature told me she would continue to keep things interesting. It probably meant she'd enjoy traveling abroad as well. Wiping my tear away she asked, "What's the matter, sweetie?" "I hope you know, it's not just the sex." I hugged her tightly. "I love you so much." She was returning my hugs. "You just keep giving. I hope I can give you what you need too." "Dan, you've already given me so much. And I'm not talking about the sex either," she said, teasing lightly to lighten the mood. "You're a very supporting man. You cook for me and show me I'm attractive and want to take me with you to travel. It's like I've awaken from a dark slumber into a waking dream." My heart was awash with love. We remained in the bed until evening. A little after dark, I got up and went to the kitchen. I was looking for a light snack and maybe some coffee. There were some fresh strawberries in the fridge. I took them out and washed them in the stainless sink. Stemmed them all and sliced them up into a couple bowls. Then I made some lattes. I put them all on a nice circular tray and carried them into the bedroom. Katie was stirring now and her face lit up when she smell the aroma of the coffee. Setting the tray on the bed I said, "I thought we could look over that list some more and check out some of the places on-line." "That's just what I was thinking of doing." She said stretching as she sat up. The view was fairly distracting and she could see me losing myself. She smiled at me and said, "Don't you get started again." She pulled up the sheet so her breasts were at least partially obscured. "Um, I was just-" "I know what you were just," she laughed. Then she reached for the latte closest to her and took a sip. "These are so good. You are really spoiling me. If you are looking for the list, I think I left it on the entryway table." Empty Nesters Ch. 02 She could read me so easily. I had been looking for the list of trips and I headed out towards the front door to retrieve it; smiling the whole way. I loved hearing that I was doing things she liked. It's a trait I had carried from childhood. No matter how badly our mother would beat or berate me for stupid things, Katie was always there to give me support. In turn, I would go out of my way to make things better for her. I'd often run interference with our mom to keep her from getting the brunt of some tirade. Now, that desire to please her had transformed into something entirely different. Thankfully, Katie was always generous with her complements. It contributed to our closeness then and more so now. I'd have done just about anything to make her happy. I returned with the list and handed it to her. Then I got out my little laptop running Linux and opened up a browser. It was basically a throw away laptop that I used everywhere. I didn't put any personal information on it, but did reading and surfing. At heart I was still a bit of a geek, it was what paid the bills after all. As I sat on the bed, I got her to give me some of the names of the trips and packages. We sipped our lattes, ate some strawberries and laughed together as we discussed the possibilities of travel. We were both inclined to pick one of the trips that included multiple destinations. It would allow us to figure out where we might like to go and stay for a more extended trip. I had used a similar strategy when looking for places to go diving. Around eight-thirty we had narrowed it down to two packages that sent us across a different section of Europe. We were getting a little tired of looking, so I suggested, "Why don't we take a nice bath. We can clean ourselves up a bit, have some wine relax and discuss the two options." Katie agreed instantly. "Ooo, what a great idea. I'll run the water and tend to the bubbles." She was up off to the master bathroom. Back out in the kitchen I went to the wine fridge and located a nice bottle of Champagne. I rinsed a few more whole strawberries and capped them. Bringing them back to the bathroom, I set the small tray on the shelf of the two person whirlpool tub. Katie gave me a cute smile. "Strawberries and Champagne huh?" "Yeah, why not?" "I'm not complaining one bit. Just wondering what more I could want." Her eyes drifting downward got her intended response. Trying to keep my composure; I reached over and got the bottle to open. Tossing the foil into a small stainless waste can, I proceeded to twist the wire loose and put a hand towel over the cork. The heat differential between the steamy bathroom and the fridge had the cork nearly out. Pointing it at the wall, my thumbs pressed it a bit further. The ensuing pop made Katie jump a bit. The towel actually came out of my hands. I retrieved the cork and wire to place them into the waste as well. Offering her the bottle, "Here you have the first taste." "No glasses?" She teased. "Well, I made the mistake of bringing Champagne flutes in here one time. One broke into the tub and it seemed like we'd never get the thing clean." "That was with your ex-wife, Launa, I guess?" "Yeah, it's actually one of the few good memories I have of us. There are a handful of nice memories about Launa. I really don't think of her much anymore. Just on an odd occasion." Pausing at my peculiar line of thought, I said, "Sorry... I really wasn't trying to kill the mood." "We all have our baggage to carry, Danny. I have a few good memories from my marriage as well. I just don't trust most of them right now. It's still too recently over." She took a sip from the bottle and smiled her approval. "We're making our own memories together now." The tub was still filling. I was testing the temperature. She'd taken it up a notch from where I'd had it for our first bath together. "I actually like it hotter like this. I just wasn't sure how hot you wanted it the other night." I handed her the bottle back. I stepped in to the tub and sat kind of in the middle. "I figured. You are always so thoughtful." She took another swig and then stepped in behind me. Then I flipped on the heater and the whirlpool. It was fairly quiet, but the bubbles were relaxing and tonight the scent of jasmine was hitting my nose. I picked up a strawberry and pressed it to her lips as she sat behind me. She took a bite and followed it with a swallow from the bottle. Then she pushed the remaining half towards my mouth. I ate it and took a swallow. "This is so nice." She said grabbing me around my waist from behind. "I have to agree." As I chuckled a little. "What?" She whispered into my ear. "Oh, we're just like a couple who've been together forever. Here we were trading swigs from a nice bottle of Champagne eating strawberries in this nice jasmine scented tub. It's not really classy; but I can't think of a place I'd rather be." She squeezed me a bit tighter. "It's super comfortable and very romantic." She gave me a nibble on my ear and some light kisses on my neck. Then she whispered, "Next time we should get some candles and turn the lights off." I guess it was a little romantic. I never really thought about myself in that light. She started washing me a bit, although it was more like just soft caresses with the soapy water. I pivoted around to sit facing her, so I could return the favor. Soon we were just in a deep embrace amongst the bubbles. Her mouth found mine and began to explore it with her tongue dancing between our lips. I'd really thought we were done for the evening, but somehow Katie enticed me. I wondered how she could have been without sex for over a year. Her delicate hand was gently working me under the water until I was intensely hard. I had probably reached my limit and she was sensing it. "I'm sorry," she said. "I have been relentless, haven't I?" "I haven't tried to stop you," I offered. "I'll let it be," she sighed. "We can still play." I hugged her tight. "I can still give you some attention." "That wouldn't really be fair." "There is no fair when it comes to giving my sister what she needs." I really meant this. Her face was a mixture of sadness and joy. I really think her ex-husband, Jim, had not treated her well. I hoped their kids had gotten her sense of giving and kindness. Thinking on this I realized she hadn't even mentioned them. It was actually kind of odd. Neither of us had mentioned them much since her arrival. I made a mental note to open that discussion with her later. Meanwhile, Katie had begun to wash me now. It wasn't the groping we'd done in our previous bath. The twinkle in her eyes told me how much she loved me. Her gentle touch with a soft wash cloth caressing me was very relaxing. "If you keep that up, I'm going to fall asleep on you," I said. "I like taking care of my little brother," she replied quietly. Those words sank in for a while. She was taking care of me. Even when we were kids, she'd been in that babysitter and caretaker roll. Our parents didn't have much time or use for us. My memory of running interference for her with our abusive mother while Katie was in her teens, was very clear. However, there were deeper memories of Katie shielding and defending me. She was always there for me when I really needed her. She'd always taken care of me. She'd helped me during college with tuition, moral support, and even had me over to their house for dinner. Although I was living at home when her kids were born, she was there for me when Tommy was born. "Thanks," I said at length. "What was that for?" she said, as she began lathering my hair. "You've always been there for me, Katie. You started taking care of me again the day after you arrived. Even now, you're taking care of me." Her fingers gently working through my hair felt wonderful. Sensual and caring. I wished I'd done a better job maintaining the connection. Once Katie and Jim moved to Richmond, it wasn't really the same. There were always little things she'd do to let me know she cared. There were calls around finals time to make sure I was okay, little care packages for my little family and even the occasional unannounced visit. My job on the rig and schedule kind of screwed that up. "I'm just returning the favor, Danny. I really appreciate you taking me in here. I also remember what you did for me when we were younger. Not many brothers would have taken that abuse in my place." "I wish I'd done a better job in the past though. You helped me be who I am, you know?" "Yeah, I guess," she said now rinsing my hair with a plastic pitcher. "Okay, let me do your hair now," I said, taking up the shampoo. She turned her back to me to give me access to her mane. Her blond hair was down to the middle of her back. Despite her claim that she'd had it colored, I couldn't really believe it. Her nearly straight blond hair was luxurious to wash. I worked the shampoo in and was careful not to make any tangles. In a flash, I had a singular memory of being in a tub with her as a small child. She'd been a caregiver even then. Her hair just as blond then as now. "Your hair is so nice and smooth, Katie." I just couldn't get over how soft and smooth it was as I washed it. There is something super sexy about long hair. Katie's was thick and took several pitchers of water to remove all of the shampoo. As I poured the water through her hair she laid her head back towards me. The look on Katie's face was something between joy and exhilaration. As I finished pouring the last time, the soft noise of the whirlpool motor churning the warm bubbling water was the only sound in the room. I picked up one of the last two strawberries and pressed it to her lips. Smiling she opened slightly to take a bite. I teased it in and back out, while she took small nibbles from it. Her full round lips eventually encircled the remainder and took it. Turning back to face me now she took the Champagne bottle and washed it down with a small swallow. "This has been very relaxing. I think I'm about done, though," she sighed. "Yeah, I guess we're getting a little pruny now." I stood up and assisted her. We both got out and dried. I hung my towel and finished the small amount of Champagne in the bottle. Then made the mistake of brushing my teeth. The mixture of the taste was definitely jarring, but I'm such a creature of habit so I just continued. "That look on your face is adorable," she teased. I finished up I placed the toothbrush back on the charger. In the mirror I could see the grimace on my face, but what I also saw was how perfect we looked together. Katie watched me watching us and smiled. "I love you, you big goof," she said, as she mussed my hair. "I know. You always have," I gave in to her. "Now brush your teeth and come to bed. We've got to get up early and make a final decision. Vienna, Munich, Bern and Nice or Amsterdam, Brussels, Paris and Nice. We don't have to go anywhere, we can wait for a better time to go. We can pick a warmer part of the world. We could even just stay here in bed." I went out and waited for her in bed. She took a while longer as she brushed her teeth and then dried her hair a bit. I was nearly drifting off, when I felt her scoot in beside me. "I really do want to go to Europe. Both trips are very nice. I just don't want to pick the wrong one," she said softly. "Katie, the only mistake would be missing out on seeing the world. Sleep on it. There really is no pressure to go or not go or pick one or another. We can do other trips, this isn't a one-time thing. If you are there with me, I know it'll be fun and we'll want to go again." "You're right, Danny," she said. Then she kissed me deeply. We were soon spooning and drifting off to sleep. The next morning, I awoke with a start. There was rumbling outside and the wind was really starting to blow. I slipped gently out of the bed and went to the family room to see what the weather was doing on TV. Apparently there was a small tropical storm coming in today. Nothing big, just a gloomy and blustery day. I was really thankful it wasn't a full blown hurricane. It was the season for them. I turned the TV back off and took the precaution of closing the hurricane shutters in each room. The last room I did was the master bedroom. With the shutters closed, it made the house really dark. The only light was coming from the French doors to the pool and the small window in the front door. The noise of me closing the shutters had Katie starting to awaken. I slipped back in bed beside her and snuggled up to her warm skin. "What's all the noise?" she whispered in a yawn. "We're getting a little tropical storm," I explained. "Nothing big, but it is coming in off the gulf, so I put the shutters down as a precaution." "Oh, I guess we're staying in bed today," she said kind of happily. Lying next to her I couldn't think of any place I'd rather be. "Yes, that would be nice." I was just thinking I might go back to sleep when her delicate fingers encircled me. "Mmm, this is nice, too," she whispered. I was already semi-erect for some reason, but her touch enticed me to a fully excited state, instantly. I really had to wonder at the sex drive of my forty-four year old sister. Three days ago we'd both broken year long dry spells and now we were acting like teenagers raging on hormones. Although, staying in bed to have a soothing love making session during this early fall storm seemed like an excellent idea for this morning. I surrendered myself to her as she press herself into my groin. She was so wet, she had no difficulty just pressing me into her moist slit. "God, you're so wet. Did you wake up like that?" "Mmm, maybe. Sleeping with you keeps me right on the edge," she stated, as she continued to hump into me. She was laying kind of flat with her right leg raised and I was on my side. I met her slow rhythmic movements. The storm outside was blowing harder now. Our movements continued unabated for what might have been an hour. Neither of us pressing for completion we just enjoyed the contact. I think Katie may have had some mini orgasmic waves, but there was no urgency for either of us. Her wetness must have been the only thing that made this possible. The slickness of it kept us from too much rubbing of skin on skin. After a while, I changed my angle slightly tilting my body forward. It pressed me downward into her more than before. Her moisture began to become slightly thicker and our tension built. Suddenly she was telling me, "Ooo, yeah, that's it, right there." Soon we were both racing to make the other complete. I was pressing deeper and deeper with my strokes. She was raising to meet me. Together we met at a blissful peak. My cock was twitching inside her and her vaginal muscles were convulsing around me. When we finally came to rest holding one another the sounds outside had died down. Oddly, it felt like the storm had abated with us. We drifted off to sleep for a while now. When I awoke, I could smell something cooking. I wasn't sure if I could place the smell, but it reminded me of one of my dinners at Katie's house when we'd both lived in Raleigh. I felt a warmth inside me. She was taking care of me again. It's hard to explain how comforting that can be. I'd never gotten anything like that from our parents or my ex-wife. Katie, my big sister had always done it. It was just who she was. Crawling from the bed I pulled on some underwear, shorts and a tee-shirt. Then I went out to the kitchen to see what she was up to. She was standing at the stove preparing some type of soup. She was really a vision in the glow of the kitchen lighting. Her silk nightgown loosely flowing over her soft curves. "What's that wonderful smell?" I asked, as I walked up behind her to give her a hug. "I'm making some French onion soup to go with that pork roast and some asparagus I haven't started cooking yet." "Jeez, how long did you let me sleep?" I asked, as I looked for the clock. I found it was almost 2:00 in the afternoon. "You needed it I think," she offered, softly caressing my cheek. "I just figured we could have a nice mid-day meal. I like cooking for you." "You are too much," I told her. "Is there anything I can do?" I asked. "You can tell your agent, Julie, that we want the trip with Paris," she said emphatically. "I see. So the cooking inspired your decision?" I asked. "Yes it did. I like Wiener schnitzel and Frankfurters, but I love French cuisine! Not going to Paris, on our first trip to Europe; it just wouldn't be right without the city of love." She was right, now that I thought about it. Our new romance should include a trip to the capital of romance. "Okay, I'll give her a call and let her know. I'll probably need to get her a payment today." I went into the bedroom to phone Julie. I don't have a cell phone, I just never seemed to want to keep up with one and didn't really have many people to call. Anyway, I used my land line in the bedroom. Julie got us all booked as a couple sharing hotel room. I gave her my credit card information. As we were finishing up, Julie told me, "I hope you two have a great trip. You make such a nice couple, I hope she works out." "Yeah, I think we will and I know Katie's the one." Back out in the kitchen Katie had the asparagus going and soup in the oven broiler to melt the cheese. The pork roast was out and sliced. She'd done it in some type of apple cider vinegar and some dried blueberries, with little sprigs of rosemary. It all looked so good. "What type of wine goes with this?" she asked me. "Hmm, let me see what I've got," I said heading to the wine cellar. In the small room I looked for a medium bodied wine that wouldn't overpower the spices and underlying sweetness of the pork. After passing over a few initial thoughts, I selected a creamy Chardonnay Reserve I'd picked up a few years ago. Back out in the kitchen again Katie was already plating food and had the soup on the table. Her cooking skills and timing definitely put me to shame. "I'm going to have to get some cooking lessons from you I think." "You do fine, Dan. What wine did you pick?" "It's a special Chardonnay I bought a few years ago. I think it'll match the herbs you've chosen without overpowering the underlying sweetness of the blueberries and pork." "I see, maybe I need some lessons too?" she teased back. While she finished setting places, I opened the wine and poured us each a glass. I placed them at each setting as she finished serving the plates. The soup was to one side with a small serving of pork and eight to ten spears of asparagus. Cloth napkins, silverware and glasses of ice water topped the setting off. I dimmed the lights over the island and joined her at the table. Raising my wine glass to her I said, "Here's to Paris. We're going to have so much fun." She raise her glass to mine and toasted, "Here's to Paris." We each took a sip. Her eyes danced with mirth as I could see her thinking about the trip. The meal tasted as good as it had smelled. The pork was so tender it cut with a fork. The herb and dried fruit gave it a wonderful flavor. The soup was very authentic, although I'm sure I'm no expert. She'd used toasted artisan bread on top to support the cheese. The soup itself might have been beef broth with sautéed onions, but I wasn't sure. "Did you make this soup from scratch?" I asked. "Yeah, do you like it?" "It's fantastic. Everything is. I'm so glad you are here." "The wine really does match," she complemented me back. "Yeah, I just picked a wine. You made this whole meal while I slept." "I like cooking and I like taking care of you." "You're going to spoil me for sure," I told her. "You've got to let me do some stuff too. Hey, I know what. When we finish, maybe I can unpack that minivan and get you moved in here for real." Empty Nesters Ch. 01 "Come on in and sit down, and we can talk all this through, Sis." I said. "I'll take your bag back to your room; you go relax." When I found her, she had wandered into the family room and collapsed in one of the recliners. She was sobbing quietly. "Hey, hey," I said, starting to rub her shoulders. "There, there; it's going to be alright, you know? I'm here, for you." "Thanks Danny. I'm just overwhelmed, is all. The stress is catching up to me." she answered, sniffling herself back to a semi-calm state. "Well, you have lots of time to figure it all out, Katie," I said, feeling her shoulders finally begin to relax a bit. "You can stay here as long as you need." "Really, Danny?" she smiled. "You don't know how much that'd mean, to me." "You can move in, for that matter." I heard myself saying, not thinking ahead. "I'm only here half the time, anyway. It'd be good to have someone I can trust, here, looking after things while I'm out on the rig." "Danny, you're the best," she said, turning around to hug me awkwardly over the chair back. The quick motion caused some unintentional contact, which I did my best to ignore as I returned her hug. "I think you need to get some sleep. I've just come off the rig, and I could do with some myself," I said, stroking her long blond hair. "I wish I could sleep," Katie responded. "I've been having insomnia, for the longest time." Now that I looked into her face, I could see the dark circles under her eyes. I kissed her on her forehead and told her, "I have just the thing." I went into the kitchen and dug my bottle of melatonin out of the cabinet where I keep vitamins and supplements. I shook two tablets out of the bottle, grabbed a glass of water, and returned to the family room. "Here, take these," I said, handing her the pills and the water. "What is it?" she asked, as she accepted them. "Melatonin," I answered. "It's a natural hormone the body generates, that helps regulate the sleep or wake cycle. When it's nearing time for you to go to sleep, the body releases more melatonin into the system. That relaxes you, and gets you ready to drift off to sleep easily. Stress can result in the body not producing as much melatonin, thus creating insomnia. I take these, periodically, when I have to work odd hours on the rig. I don't do it often but, sometimes, I'm required to work nights. It's not a drug, and you won't feel any after effects." She swallowed the pills and asked, "Can we sit on the sofa, awhile? I need some 'little brother' hugs." We moved to the sofa, I placed the glass on the end table, sat beside her and she snuggled in under my arm. We were both gone in about thirty minutes. I woke with a start, around four, to find her still snuggled into me, a wet spot on my chest where she'd drooled a bit. I sat there, for a few minutes, watching her breathe in and out. She still had a periodic heavy sigh from all the crying she'd done. I couldn't bear to wake her, so I put the recliner sofa up and drifted back into sleep, stroking her hair. When I awoke again, Katie was starting to stir. Looking back over at the clock it was now almost 8:00 in the morning. "Wow, you really slept for quite a while, Sis." "God, it was so nice, Dan! I haven't slept that good, in weeks!" she exclaimed. While she was stretching into a sitting position, she noticed her drool, "Oh, I'm sorry I've left you a mess." "Don't worry about that. I'm just happy you got some sleep, even if it wasn't in a nice bed," I said, stroking her back. "Why don't we go and get some breakfast." "Oh, that would be great. What are you in the mood for, little brother?" "You can decide," I said, realizing my morning wood was telling me about what I'd really like. "Okay, how about some pancakes?" she pronounced. "That'd be good," I replied. "Why don't you go get showered and change? I'll do the same." My house has two master suites, although one is really more of a guest suite. I went to my room, which had a big two-person shower. That shower was the main reason I'd kept the house, after the divorce. The previous owner (who'd had the place built) had added it in as a custom feature, and it's not easy to find a similar set-up without going with new construction. Stripping down, I got in and cranked on the multiple heads and got the grime off. I don't get particularly dirty on the rig, but the water there just doesn't seem to get me as clean as I get, at home. When it's my house, my water, my soap, and my shampoo, it just makes me feel cleaner and better. I still had that case of morning wood that'd been enhanced by my sister's choice of words, when I heard her call my name. It sounded as if she was right outside my bathroom, but I had shampoo in my hair, and so I didn't look, to see. "I'll be right out, Sis," I answered loudly. When I got out of the shower and started drying off, I noticed my clothes weren't on the floor where I'd left them. I walked into my bedroom and found Katie, sorting laundry from my hamper. Hastily, I draped the towel around my waist. "Whoa. I didn't know you were in here, Sis." "Sorry; I saw the trail of clothes you'd left, and started picking them up," she said, casting her eyes away from me. "When I went to put them in the hamper, I noticed it was full to overflowing... so I just started sorting them." "You don't have to do that," I said, thankful she'd turned away and couldn't see I was still pretty excited. I quickly got on some boxers from my drawer. "It's safe now," I told her, somewhat prematurely. She turned around, "I just want to help out, while I'm here." Her eyes drifted to my slightly tented front and blushed. "I'll just get this load started, so you'll have clothes when we get back." she said, quickly brushing past me. "I'll be ready in a jiff," I offered. I quickly got on some jeans and a shirt. Walking out into the hall I found her waiting. "I can't believe you got ready before me. You already started that load of laundry, too?" "Well, I'm quick, at some things," she said, smiling. "I've been doing laundry a couple times a week for so long that it's just second nature... I make it go fast, so I can tend to other stuff." "Yeah, but you finished in the bathroom and got dressed before me..." I said quizzically. "Well, I don't have any shampoo, and I just had my hair colored," she said a little oddly. "Oh, it looks really nice, but it looks like your normal color," I said, looking at it more closely. "No, Dan, my normal color is quite gray, nowadays," she said, poking me in the ribs with an index finger. "But, thanks for saying it's nice." "Oh, I guess I didn't even think about that possibility," I said absently. "It's hard to picture you as having gray hair. You look too young, for that." "Flatterer!" she laughed, waving away my compliment. Looking at her, in her simple skirt and blouse, I just couldn't understand why any man would leave her. She didn't look forty-four, at all. She was still every bit as shapely as a lot of women half her age, and there were almost no wrinkles on her face. Her hands were very delicate, and looked as though they belonged to one of those hand models. "Really, you look great," I said finally. "That Jim is an idiot, for walking away from you." "You're silly," she punched me, and I pretended it hurt. "Hey," I countered, "You're kind of hot, Sis, whether you admit to it, or not. And I don't think I could find too many guys who'd disagree with me, on that score!" "Save your butter for the pancakes," she smiled, deviously. Oh my god. I thought. She's pushing that innuendo on purpose. Trying to push those thoughts away, I said, "OK, well let's go then." We took my Ford F250, since her Odyssey was still loaded with the rest of her belongings. The truck was all I had, right then. I'd been considering getting a car but, somehow, it had never become a priority. The whole way to the restaurant, she sat there and watched my driving. "You're a very defensive driver, Dan," she said, as we pulled into the parking lot of the pancake place. "I'm cautious about almost everything, these days," I replied. "The industry I work in places an emphasis on safety, and my own private life experiences have led me to trust very few people." "That's why you were acting a bit unsure about letting me stay, yesterday," she said in a quiet voice. "What? I wanted you to stay, Sis," I replied. "I still do!" "You weren't certain it was a good idea, at the time. I could see the wheels spinning, as you made the offer. You don't have to worry; I promise not to sleep with you again," she said, the last bit jokingly. "I wasn't hesitating because of that," I teased her back. "I trust you. I love you, and I know you wouldn't hurt me. I just don't know if I trust me not to hurt you." "Oh, Dan," she laughed softly. "You've never hurt me, not even that night. What we, um... well, I mean... what happened, happened. It was embarrassing, at the time but, now, I kind of think of it fondly." Fondly? I wondered where she was headed, with that line of thinking. I wanted to ask her to explain what she meant, but the parking lot of the restaurant wasn't the proper place for that conversation. "Well, you hungry or what?" I asked, getting out of the truck. As I waited at the front of the truck, she opened her door and hopped down. I couldn't help notice the nice sway of her blouse as she landed. It was obvious that she'd decided to forego wearing a bra. She walked up to me and took my hand. It was really nice, even if a bit surprising. She was nearly as tall as me and I'm 6' 3". Her shoes did have a heel, but it wasn't very large. Walking into the local diner, we could smell the fragrances of breakfast. It wasn't very busy on this lovely Wednesday. That is one of the advantages of my schedule: when I'm off, lots of other people are working. Walking into most places at nine o'clock on a weekday morning, and not dealing with crowds or lines, is nice. There was one girl, doing double duty as both hostess and waitress. She seated us quickly, and left us with menus while she fetched glasses of water and the table settings. We opened our menus and started to look them over. I was starving, just looking at the photos of the food, and I heard a faint tummy rumble coming from across the table. I looked up, and Kate peered briefly over the top of her menu at me, blushing slightly. "Sorry about that, Dan," she murmured in a low voice. "I guess I'm hungrier than I thought." "No problem, Sis," I chuckled back at her, patting my slightly expanded waistline, briefly. "I'm feeling the same way. I've just got a better 'muffler' than you do, is all." "Have you two love birds decided what you'd like, yet?" The waitress was back already, and placing napkins, silverware, and place mats in front of us. That's another advantage of my schedule. I get much quicker service, hitting places when business volume is low. Katie smiled at the description, but didn't correct her. "Yes, I'd like to have the pancake special with bacon and eggs over easy." "That is exactly what I was going to get." I laughed. "I also want a side order of hash-browns all the way, and some coffee." "Ooo, that sounds good, too," Katie said. "I think I'll take some, as well." "Thanks, you two. My name is Kate, and I'll be right back with that coffee." "Another Kate," I said, as our waitress departed. "They're coming out of the woodwork, around here." Katie smiled and took my hand. "I love you, Dan." "I love you too, Katie," I replied. "What brought that on?" "I just wanted to say it; I wanted to say it yesterday when you opened the door." She paused and looked about to tear up again. Then pushing it away with her hand she continued, "I guess I'm still going through what you went through six years ago, with Launa, suffering from betrayal and having trust issues. It's just nice to be with someone you know has your back." Out of the corner of my eye, I saw our waitress approaching with the coffee service, and we quickly let go of each other's hands, to make room on the table. "Here's that coffee," Kate (the waitress) said, pouring us each a cup. "You two make such a sweet couple." Then she told us, "I think I see your food being put up right now. I'll be right back." "Now that is quick," I said, laughing. "I don't think I've ever had my food show up this speedily, Dan," Katie said, after Kate left. "You'll need to leave a nice tip." "I always tip well, Sis; these people work very hard. I can't understand why some customers are frequently unkind to workers who just aren't paid much." Kate was right back with our plates on a big round tray, which she expertly maneuvered to deliver each item. "Is there anything else I can get y'all?" she asked. "No, everything looks great, Kate," I responded. Evidently, Katie was pretty hungry. She'd already dug in and was apparently really enjoying her pancakes and blueberry syrup. I smiled, briefly, and then attacked my own plate full of food. "I guess you liked them," I teased her, as she wolfed down the last bite of her pancakes. "You want some of mine?" "No, thanks, they were just the thing, though: comfort food, to the rescue of emotional damage," she said thoughtfully. "We need to stop by the grocery store when we're done here," I mentioned. "I always empty out the refrigerator when I leave for a month, nowadays." "I guess I hadn't thought about that part of your life, much," Katie said, looking distant. "What's it like, out there?" "It's all about the same as living in the dorms, at college, just way more industrial and cramped. We have rooms with beds, central bathrooms, a chow hall, an exercise room, and all the porn you can stream at home comes right into our connection," I said, grinning. "Yeah, I hadn't thought about that either. A month can be a very long time, without the comforts of home," she said, her mischievous grin lighting up her face. "You don't know the half of it." I played along. "But, honestly, I don't think I've been with a woman, now, in almost a year." "Have you gone over to the other side, Dan?" She looked sadly at me. "No, I'm not gay. It's just that I can't bring myself to trust any of the women I meet," I said, looking at my empty plate. This conversation topic was taking me to a place I really didn't want to visit. "We should go." I said, finally, getting out my wallet and putting forty bucks on the table. "Dan, that's way too much," she said, pulling my hand. "I told you I tip well, and I don't wait around or in line much while I'm home," I said bluntly. "Come on; let's go shopping for food, for the rest of the week." I opened the door and we waved to the waitress, "Thanks, very much." At the truck, I opened the door for Katie. "You need help up?" I asked. "I got in, just fine, the first time," she said. "Yeah, but then I saw you jump down, and reconsidered my manners," I said, blushing a bit. "I saw you watching me jump down and didn't think it was my safety, that had your attention," she said, accepting my hand with a smile as I assisted her up into the cab. "Okay, you caught me," I admitted. "You're very attractive, you know?" "Keep on telling me that, and I just might start to believe it," she laughed. Thinking I'd said too much, I quickly closed the door. Hopping into the driver seat, I started the truck and drove to the grocery store, which was just in the next block. "Can you grab those bags, behind you, Sis?" I asked, as I was closing my door. She grabbed several cloth bags behind her seat, while I walked around to help her down. "You're such a gentleman, Dan," she beamed at me. "Thanks." "What kinds of food should we get?" I asked her. "I mean, I always get fresh vegetables and fruits, milk and perishables, but what kinds of home cooked meals would you like?" "Oh, we can just get whatever's on special," she said. "We can, but we don't have to. I make decent enough money that I don't have to skimp or budget-shop, when it comes to food. We can make this special, and get whatever strikes our fancy," I said. "Oh my god, I'm sorry, Dan. I totally forgot that your birthday is tomorrow." "Yeah, but that's not what I meant, about special. It's going to be really nice, having you here, I think. We can have a real simple meal for my birthday. I don't need to be reminded of how old I am." "What do you mean, how old you are, Dan?" she asked me, her eyes holding a mischievous twinkle. "You're not even forty, and you're in great shape, judging from what I saw of you, in the bedroom." What the hell was going on, here? Why was she continually allowing that sexual edge to creep into her banter? Grabbing a cart and depositing the bags into it, I said, "Yeah, let's not go there. I should have put on my jeans, before I told you it was clear. I forgot I was tenting." She fell in beside me and hugged on my arm. We each grabbed several items as we went through the produce aisles. Tomatoes, spinach, mushrooms, purple onions, apples, oranges, bananas, carrots, celery, cucumbers, and grapes all found their way into the cart. In the bakery aisle, I picked up several different breads that had been baked there, in the store. In the meat section, I selected some really nice steaks and some large shrimp, while Katie grabbed a package of chicken breast and a pork roast. We gathered several boxes of crackers and a few bags of chips, as we wheeled the cart through the snack aisle. Milk, eggs, half and half, sour cream, and several different kinds of cheese went into the cart, from the dairy section. Then we looked at some beer on the way out. I put a couple six-packs of 'light' brews into the cart, and we were done. "That should do for now, don't you think?" I asked her. "More than enough, I'd think," she said. "Although, some wine might be a nice addition to a couple of our meals." She pointed to the display of table wines featured near the beer section, as she made the comment. "Let's skip that, for the moment," I suggested. "I've got a few bottles at home, both red and white." "Okay," she smiled. "I think we've got what we need, for most of our meals for the next week." "Yeah, and we'll eat out, some, too. I like to cook, but I don't enjoy having to fix every meal for myself," I remarked. "Well, I can take on some cooking, too. I'm not just here for you to wait on me, hand and foot, Dan." "Yes, Sis. I know. You're the most helpful person I know. Just like this morning..." I said putting my hand on hers as we approached the check out. "Did you two find everything okay, today?" the clerk asked, as he started ringing everything up. "You bet," I said, handing him the bags we'd brought. The young man took the bags, but was clearly giving Katie a good look over. I wondered if she noticed, like I did. With everything bagged and in the cart, we headed out to load them into the back of the truck. That was one disadvantage of the truck. It had some space behind the seats, just not enough for groceries. They always went in the back. As I finished loading them, I looked at Katie, "Maybe I'll do it, this time off." "What's that, Dan?" "Oh, just thinking out loud. I've been thinking it was time to replace this silly truck with a car. Maybe it's time. You up for dealing with car salesmen, this week, Sis?" "Is anyone ever up, for that?" she shivered. "Oh, it's not that bad. We'll go in and tease a few, while we test out the high end ones..." I joked. The trip home was silent. Katie seemed to be deep in thought, and I wondered what she was thinking, but didn't want to push her. We got all the groceries into the house, and I started to put them away while she went off to deal with the laundry. When she returned to the kitchen, she was wearing a yellow bikini, and I nearly tripped over my tongue. Empty Nesters Ch. 01 "I haven't had a chance to test the pool, Katie-bug," I said, using my nickname for her. "I can do it; you taught me, last time," she said, as she watched me looking at her. Her eyes twinkled as she turned and opened the French doors that opened onto the patio and pool area. "Yeah, I guess I forgot," I said, my mind still reeling from the sight of her, in that skimpy bathing suit. I busied myself in the kitchen, making up a tray of veggies to snack on, during the day. While I worked, I watched her through the windows and the French doors, as she carefully cleaned the pool. Every so often, she bent way over, giving me a very nice view. I was getting stiff, just standing there, watching her as she moved. I have got to put that out of my head, I thought. I cannot hurt her again. I went to my room, to change into some swim trunks, and wound up pacing around for a while, letting my arousal subside. Then I grabbed some beach towels from the linen closet, and went out to the pool. Katie was showering off, over by the pool house. Her top had become somewhat see-through, and I began to wonder if I was being tempted on purpose. "I tested the salinity and pH, like you showed me. Everything looks good. I left the test kit over there, on the table, for you to double check," she said, wetting her long blond hair. "I'm sure it's fine. I have a guy that checks it, while I'm away and before I come home. I just normally make sure," I said, trying not to look at the very perky, dark aureoles that were now plainly visible through her top. She had to have noticed my gaze, but she didn't say anything. The day was lovely, and we swam and sunned for most of the rest of the morning. Around 1:30 PM, I asked her if she wanted some of the snacks I'd made, and we had a little snack and a couple of lite beers at the little wrought iron bistro table by the outdoor kitchen. When we'd eaten our fill, I took the tray inside, covered it with plastic-wrap, and tucked it back into the fridge. "You have quite the set up, here, Dan," she commented, raising her bottle to her lips as I returned to the patio. "Yeah, I don't really go out, that much, when I'm home. I like it here. The house is secluded, and the view is pretty good, too," I said, realizing my blunder immediately. "You just won't let it go, will you, you perv?" she chided me as she pushed back her chair and rose from the table. I was really talking about the house's view of the Gulf but, instead of simply defending the statement, I dove into it, wanting to cut directly to the heart of the issue. "Oh, you know I was talking about the Gulf, you tease. We've both been squirming, avoiding the incident from that night, nearly six years ago, ever since you got here! I've tried my level best to refrain from bringing the subject up, but you keep throwing it in my face. What gives?" "I don't... um... What?" "Don't act all shy and surprised, miss see-through, barely-covers-my-nice-tits-and-ass bikini," I said, smiling and taking her hand. "I really am sorry that it happened the way it did, back then. I've thought about it a lot, over the years. I can't tell you how many times I've picked up the phone, to call you and talk about it, and then chickened out and hung up because I wasn't sure what to say." "Me too, Dan," she said. There was a long pause. "What do you mean, 'me, too'?" I prompted her. "I mean, I'm sorry, too. It really does take two, to tango, you know. Nothing could have happened, even if you did make the first move, unless I went along with it. And, what if it was me, who made the first move? Either way, we're both at fault. I've wanted to call you, so many times but, like you, I didn't quite know what to say. "I guess I have been acting a bit naughty to you, today," she finally admitted. "I can't remember much about that whole night. We were really drunk. The main thing I remember was waking up, realizing what we'd done, and seeing you like, that. I mean, you had your 'morning wood', and you were pretty big. I don't think I've ever seen one that thick, and I couldn't believe I had somehow gotten it in me. But, the whole plane ride home, I could still feel where you had been, inside me." "So what do we do about it?" I asked honestly. "I have no memory of the event, either. Just like you, I saw you when I woke up, and how awesome your body was." "I don't know what to do, Dan," she said. "I don't think I came here to seduce you..." "Oh, I never thought that. You came here, back then, when I needed you, and now you've come back when you needed me." I said. "But I have to say that what you're wearing, right now, and the way you've teased me since last night, makes me really regret not having any memory of the event." "So you feel deprived, too?" she queried. "Yeah, that's kind of it. We did it, but I don't remember and wish I did.... I was deprived of the memory, but still have the shame of having done that to you." "Shame? You feel shame about it?" she asked, looking shocked. "I figured I was responsible, Katie-bug," I said sadly. "I would never intentionally hurt you. I love you so much." "Oh, Dan," she said, as she hugged me tightly. All I could do was hug back. The whole time I held her, my manhood was just filling and filling. The feel of her arms around me was pure heaven, her scent was making me crazy, her nipples were pressing into my bare chest, and the memory of my glimpse of her, lying naked and beautiful beside me flooded my brain. "I love you so much, Danny. I know you'd never hurt me. I just need you to help me through this," she whispered in my ear. "I'm here for you," I whispered back. My trunks were really straining, now. She finally noticed the effect she was having, on me. "Oh, Dan, I'm so sorry." She patted it briefly and, then, with a choked cry, turned and ran into the house. I didn't really know what to do. I felt bad, but I didn't have much control over how my body was reacting to the physical contact she'd been giving me. Slowly, the swelling was going down, and I decided I'd head inside and work on some dinner preparations. I figured I'd make some shrimp Alfredo over wilted spinach, rather than a bunch of pasta, since we already carb'd out at breakfast. The first thing I did was go change back into some baggy clothing that I'd held back from my heavy days. At one point, I'd weighed as much as 275. Even at 6' 3", that's too much. I had a pretty low self-esteem at the time, stemming from the divorce, and there is always bad food to eat on the rig. It took a lot of willpower to get back to my 220 and maintain it. That still had me as bulky, but I had a lot of muscle. That was the period of my life when I converted one of the rooms in the house to an exercise room. Walking back into the kitchen in my frumpy clothes, I started to make the sauce. I cooked the onions and garlic, first, in some olive oil, then strained them out and used the flavored oil to cook the shrimp. My recipe for Alfredo sauce uses cream cheese, milk, a little half and half, and a little butter. With the sauce made, all I needed to do was wilt the spinach lightly in the microwave. It was quick, easy, and not too fattening, but still comfort food. I liked to call it healthy comfort food. I wasn't sure what to do about Katie. I'd figured she'd come out when she smelled the food, but that plan wasn't working. At least, it didn't appear to be working, yet. The sauce would keep for at least an hour, I figured, so I turned on the news for a bit. After thirty minutes or so, I went to her door and knocked. "Katie, I'm really sorry, about earlier. Don't you want to eat?" There was no answer. I cracked the door and found her on the bed, asleep. She'd change clothes, too, and appeared to have cried herself to sleep. I felt like a real bum, and I desperately wanted to fix this situation between us, if I could. Kneeling on the floor beside the bed, I stroked her hair and whispered, "Katie" a few times until she stirred. "Hey, I just wanted to tell you how bad I felt about earlier." "Oh, Dan. You need to stop apologizing to me! I was the one teasing you. Then, when you responded to our physical closeness, I lost my nerve." She reached up and hugged me to her. Then she whispered to me. "I love you, and my body wants you, too. I just need to wrap my head around that." "Hey, we have all the time in the world, for whatever life has in store for us," I offered. "You don't have to do anything for me. I'm here to support you. I love you so much, Katie. I just wish I could take your pain on, for you." "You do, don't you?" she whispered, hugging me closer. We stayed like that for several minutes until her tension relaxed. Finally, she asked in a soft voice, "What smells so good?" "Oh, I made some shrimp Alfredo sauce to go over wilted spinach. You hungry?" I asked finally, breaking the embrace. "You don't know how hungry I am." she sighed, sitting up and scooting to the edge of the bed. "One more hug, little brother." She hugged me again as I knelt. Then she got up and accompanied me out into the kitchen. "Won't be but a minute or so; I just need to reheat the sauce and steam the spinach for about 30 seconds," I told her, as she pulled up a bar stool to the granite island where I was cooking. The kitchen had a nice work triangle and was really another reason I'd held on to the house. It had a big island with a gas cook top at one end and space to eat at the other. It also had a really modern stainless steel vent hood that, although I rarely used it, made it look like a professional kitchen. As the sauce came back to a boil, I sprinkled a tiny bit of water on the spinach in her bowl, covered it with a plate, and placed it in the microwave for 30 seconds. At the ding, the sauce was just right and I put a generous serving on top of the wilted spinach. "Here you go," I said, placing it at her seat. "Would you like some grated Parmesan and black pepper?" "Ooo, yes, just the cheese, please," she affirmed. As I ground the cheese, I realized I hadn't gotten any utensils. "Let me get you some utensils." "This looks nice, Dan," she said, sniffing it deeply. "I like to cook, when I'm home. So much of what I get on the rig is pre-made, or over-cooked, or unhealthy," I said, as I handed her a knife, fork and cloth napkin. "The pepper grinder is here, if you change your mind." I placed it on the island between us. I started fixing my bowl the same as I'd done for hers, then pulled a stool up opposite her and started to eat. Then, feeling stupid, I asked, "Hey, did you want some red or white wine with this?" "Oh, um, yeah. What do you have, that would go well with this?" she asked. "I have a really excellent Riesling, that's chilled," I told her. "I also have a nice Sangiovese that I love with any meal. I have a bunch of other stuff, in my wine cellar. I really had around 100 or more bottles in my collection. It was something else I had spent some of my money on, while upgrading the house. It wasn't really a cellar, since we don't have many basements in Corpus Christi, but it was a temperature and humidity-controlled room. That was where I was building my small collection. "I think I'll try the Riesling," she said. "You're supposed to have white wine, with crème sauce dishes." Pulling the bottle out of the little wine refrigerator under the island, I got out the corkscrew and opened it up. I presented the cork to her with a little flourish, as I'd seen the sommelier do at a couple of the posh restaurants I'd visited. "Here you are, Madame; does it suit you?" She smiled a broad beautiful smile as she sniffed the cork. Her eyes twinkled as she answered, "It smells fantastic, kind sir." "Excellent; I'll pour you a glass," I said with a little bow. As I got down some glasses from the rack, she watched me intently. I poured hers and gave it to her, to taste. "How is it?" I asked. "It has a very nice flavor. I think it'll really go nicely, with this meal," she said. I finished pouring her glass and then mine. As I was sitting down to take a sip, she asked me, "Do you treat all of your dates to such finery?" I nearly spit my wine out my nose, at her bluntness. "Well, um..." I stammered, trying to recover. "I don't have many dates, these days. As I might have mentioned, already, I have a lot of trust issues." I took another sip of wine, hoping to actually swallow this one correctly. Her eyes betrayed her mirth, as she continued, "You don't have to work so hard, for me, Danny." I nearly choked on that sip of wine, too. I'd heard that little line before, and it ended with, "I'm a sure thing." Stunned at the turn in her mood and tone, I was quite happy that she was happy. "I generally like my dates to be happy and comfortable. There should be as little tension as possible. I'm so happy you came." That was another poor choice of wording, on my part, but there was no way to recover from that one, without calling further attention to it. Reaching across the bar, she took my hand. "Thanks, little brother; you really are one of the good ones." We finished eating, shortly after that. I pushed my plate back from in front of me and sat there, sipping my Riesling and admiring her face. At length, she looked me directly in the eyes, "What?" "Nothing, Sis. I was just looking at you." I looked away, feeling the tension between us returning. It felt pretty precarious, just then. "You're very pretty in this light. I'm sorry that I was staring." I got up to start cleaning up the kitchen. "I told you to stop apologizing, Dan," she responded. "I just wondered what you were thinking. I wasn't accusing you of anything. Here, let me help you with all this." "You don't have to do that, Katie-bug," I said instinctively. "I just want you to begin the healing process." "I like cleaning, little brother" she said, giving me a hug as she rounded the counter. "It clears my mind. It helps me feel better about myself, when my surroundings are tidy. Your house is very tidy; it puts me at ease. I just want to do my part, as long as I'm staying here, to help keep it that way." We cleaned up the cooking area and placed all the dishes and pans in the dishwasher. Then I poured myself another glass of wine, held the bottle out toward her, and asked, "Would you like some more?" She nodded, and I poured. She walked back over to the recliner sofa and sat down in the middle, and patted the seat where I'd sat the previous night. "Come sit with me," she pleaded, gently. "Of course," I said, assuming my place beside her. Snuggling up to me she sighed. "I'm thinking about going back to school." "Hey, that's a good idea," I encouraged. "Are you thinking of completing your engineering degree?" "Yeah, it feels like the right thing to do. I have money coming, from the house settlement. I just think it would give me something else to focus on, other than the betrayal and loss," she said, stroking my knee. "You're welcome to stay here, while you go. Texas A&M has a campus, here," I offered. "That might be just the thing, little brother," she said, sitting up and leaning in, toward me. I wasn't expecting it, at all, when I felt her place her lips on mine. I didn't kiss back, at first; I was feeling pretty confused. Then, I noticed that she wasn't really in a hurry to move her lips from where they currently rested, and I timidly joined in the kiss. Time seemed to have become elastic, stretching out to where seconds grew to be minutes long. Then, suddenly, our lips were slightly open, our tongues were touching, and electricity came alive between our mouths. Her hand slipped, almost unnoticed, to the nape of my neck, resting gently there but not letting me retreat. Eventually, though, our mouths parted and a soft moan emanated from her throat. We pulled slightly back, then, our faces a scant hand's breadth apart, our eyes locked intently on each other. I was trying to still my whirling thoughts, and I figured that she was making an effort to do the same. After what seemed a long while, she blinked and her face took on a rosy hue as she blushed beautifully. "I don't know why I did that," she told me with an embarrassed grin. "It was very nice," I reassured her, lightly touching her face. She fell silent, then, and I waited for her to respond. When she didn't, I spoke again. "You know I love you, and that I would do almost anything, for you..." "Yes, and you are helping me. But I should have asked, first," she said, kind of admonishing herself and turning her face downward towards her lap. I moved my hand to her face, put the tip of my finger beneath her chin, and gently tilted it back to look at me. "You don't have to ask, Sis," I whispered. She smiled, then snuggled into my chest and relaxed, and we just sat there for an hour. It was nice just to hold each other. I would occasionally stroke her hair, and she would occasionally shift or stroke my knee. She was clearly waging an internal struggle. "Dan, could we sleep in a bed tonight?" she finally asked. "Oh, sure." I laughed. "Sleeping on the sofa wasn't really my plan, last night. It just kind of happened that way." "W- Would you mind... if I slept with you?" she pressed. "I have a California king bed, that you're welcome to share. It's wider, and a little longer than the one in the guest room." "I just want to be held. Last night was so nice, but I woke up with a little cramp, from sleeping on your chest," she giggled. "Okay; well, let me change the sheets on it first," I offered. "You don't need to do that; I like how you smell. It reminds me of, um..." she cut herself short. Rescuing her from her own words, I quickly said, "Well, I'm pretty tired and you still have some dark circles under your eyes. Are you ready to go to bed now?" I asked, stroking her long blond hair lightly. "Yes; I just need to get my nightgown from my bag, and brush my teeth." She stood and headed back the hallway. "Okay, I'll go get into some boxers and a tee shirt," I called after her. I usually slept naked, but felt that might be too frightening. In my bedroom, I hastily slipped out of my baggy track suit and into a pair of boxers and an old NC State tee shirt. As I brushed my teeth I thought to myself, If anything is going to happen, tonight, or whenever, I want her to be the instigator. Finishing in the bathroom, I turned out the lights, taking a moment to shove a little night light into an outlet over the counter. It wasn't very bright, but its glow should help Katie find the bathroom easily, in the middle of the night. She met me in my room a few minutes later. Her gown was knee length, and looked like silk. The chest area was a bit more open than I was expecting, but not too revealing. I turned down the covers on the bed, and asked, "Which side do you prefer, Katie-bug?" "I like to sleep on the bathroom side," she said smiling. "That would be the left, then; I'll take the right," I said, walking around to that side to climb in. The AC was still running and I pulled up the covers as I got in. Katie got in and snuggled her back up to me. I turned off the touch lamp on my night table, and we quickly drifted off to sleep. I awoke slowly, in the early morning. I was dreaming about something and, in that 'twilight' state between sleep and wakefulness, I was thinking I needed to go to the bathroom. After a few moments, I noticed a pressure and wetness on my penis and I woke more completely. Katie was under the covers, with her head at my crotch. After another moment, I could feel her working me harder with her mouth. I just lay there, not saying or doing anything, for as long as I could. Another five minutes, and I was nearing the point of no return. She was expertly working me, there, in no uncertain terms.