6 comments/ 83372 views/ 29 favorites Irresistible Little Sister By: A_Little_Show This is a repost of a story from 2011 that I removed, but now I've reconsidered. I originally classified this story as Romance, but it doesn't have all the ingredients for that category even though I think it's romantic. There are a few Erotic Couplings here. It tickles my kink for Exhibitionism and Voyeurism too. I'm posting to Incest/Taboo this time because I'm informed that sister counts as incest even though I don't see it that way. All sexual activity in this story occurs between consenting adults. * I met my future wife during the first week of the first year of our university education. We were engaged by Christmas. I met her family over that Christmas break. In light of the big news, I was invited to visit for several days over the holiday. I slept alone on a pull-out hide-a-bed in the basement. Margo was the oldest of four girls. I turned 19 before I asked her to marry me, but she was still 18 at the time. We were both inexperienced and naive. We expected her parents to be as happy for us as we were for ourselves. Instead, they were skeptical and confrontational. I inherited a substantial fortune, but it wasn't Rockefeller money or anything. It wasn't enough to really impress her parents. In fact, it made them suspicious. I suppose I would have been disappointed if my money influenced their opinion of our plans. Part of the problem no doubt arose because I was an only child and an orphan. I had no experience with "normal" family life and probably behaved inappropriately out of ignorance. On Christmas eve, Margo's parents took her shopping as an excuse to talk to her without me around. I was left alone in the house with three little sisters who wasted no opportunity to question me. "How did you meet?" "Well, I saw Margo waiting in line to get help with her new computer account, and I knew how to solve her problem. I introduced myself. We liked each other immediately." "Did you _do_ it to her yet?" That last question was from Nancy, the second youngest. "What do you know about that sort of thing?" I inquired of the precocious middle schooler. She put her hands on her hips and stared at me as if it was a reasonable question that I should just answer. "No, we haven't _done_ it together yet." My sarcasm practically dripped. "Are you in love?" "I'm sorry, I forgot your name." "I'm Milli!" she claimed. The exasperation continued when the nine year old demanded, "Do you love her?" "Yes, of course I do. I want to spend the rest of my life loving your sister." "Have you seen her naked?" "Nancy, I'm not going to answer any more questions like that!" "You have. You have!" The second oldest, Paula, interjected: "You're too young to get married!" "I agree. We plan a long engagement." "How long?" "Probably until one of us graduates with a degree." "Are you rich?" I can't remember which one asked, but I had to think about the question. "Well," I hazarded. "I have enough money that I don't have to worry about it for a while." "What does that mean? Are you going to pay for Margo's college?" "I don't know. I haven't been asked. I suppose I would if necessary or if she wanted me to do that." "Are you an orphan?" "Yes, my parents died when I was young. My mother had a skiing accident. My father got sick." I glossed over some of the gruesome details like the way my mother lingered in a coma for six years, and my father killed himself. "Where do you live?" "I lived with my uncle and aunt in Vermont." "Is that where you went to school?" Where were these questions coming from? It was as if they had already researched my life and knew exactly how to make me uncomfortable. "I had a private tutor." "What's that?" "I was sent to a boarding school at age eleven, but that didn't work out. My uncle hired a woman to teach me at home." "Why didn't it work out?" "I got in a lot of trouble. I was upset about my parents and other things." "Has she seen _you_ naked?" "Nancy, I said no more questions like that." "Are you going to get married in The Church?" "Yes, probably. I'm not religious and have never been to any church, but I hope to learn from Margo, and I admire her faith." "Are you an atheist or something?" "No. I guess I'm nothing. My aunt and uncle never went to church, and I never thought about it." The questioning continued for hours. My voice was raspy by the time Margo and her parent's returned. The rest of the evening was pleasant except everyone was always looking at me. Margo had pity in her eyes. Margo's dad offered me wine at dinner. I told him I don't drink. That made him look at me like I had two heads. He was the only one who drank that evening, and I think he finished the bottle. After dinner, each of us opened one present in accordance with their family tradition. Each of the little girls selected one of the presents I brought from Vermont. Milli's "American Girl" doll was exactly what she wanted. My aunt had suggested it, and we ordered it from a catalog back in October. I showed it to Margo in advance. She bought some clothes and related accessories to complete the present. Nancy was given a riding helmet and an invitation to visit Vermont and ride my uncle's horses. Margo assured me Nancy was wild about horses, but no excitement was evident. My gift to Paula was a pair of tickets to "Les Misérables" which opened on Broadway earlier that year. My uncle's brother, Cameron, produced the musical in London's West End. He graciously offered a tour of the production in London anytime Paula could make it. I was holding Cameron's letter in reserve to run the idea past the parents first. Margo's Mom and Dad opened gifts from each other. He got a new watch that I suspected came from K-Mart. She seemed thrilled with a set of fake pearls. I learned in subsequent years of watching this exchange that they deliberately restrain themselves. They're not poor, but their religious convictions discourage conspicuous displays. Of course, that doesn't stop Mom from driving the top-of-the-line limited edition mini-van (3 years old), nor does it stop Dad from paying outrageous greens fees. I opened a gift I first assumed came from Margo, but it was actually from her parents. It was an old Bible. I smiled without comprehension until Margo told me to look inside. There was girlish writing in the margins. I was holding Margo's childhood Bible, and it was full of little prayers and intentions and thoughts. I was pleased beyond words because Margo seldom talked about her inner thoughts or feelings. I finally had a window of sorts into her mind. At the crack of awful the next morning, all four girls started shaking me to wake up and get dressed. Milli wanted to open presents from Santa. I slept in my underwear because that's what I alway did. It caused a bit of embarrassment; I didn't want to just pop out from under the sheets and reveal my morning wood. I'd been dreaming about Margo, and the initial shaking by feminine hands played right into the dream until I regained consciousness. Margo eventually guessed the problem. She was apparently surprised I would sleep in my underwear at her parent's house even though she had seen me that way lots of times. She chased her sisters out of the room and came back to enjoy the show. "Nice tent pole. That's the best present you could give me." She smiled mischievously. My present for Margo was actually a ring. I didn't have an opportunity to get one before I proposed. I wanted it to be special, so I had the stones from my mother's ring reset on gold instead of my mother's silver. I never knew why my mother preferred silver, but all of Margo's jewelry was gold and I wanted it to match her taste. We all went to The Church and then had a glorious feast. Several members of Margo's extended family came for the dinner to grill me with more awkward questions. Finally, the other girls were sent to bed. Mom and Dad sat in their favorite chairs by a roaring fire. I sat on the floor and leaned against Margo where she sat on the raised hearth to poke embers with a stick. During a lull in conversation, I turned to Margo and offered her the ring hastily fished from my pocket. "Margo, when you agreed to marry me, you fulfilled my greatest hope. I asked you because I believe we are meant to be together, but I didn't prepare. I was overwhelmed by my love for you and couldn't wait another minute. Since that time, I've been looking for the ring I should have given you then. Here, I give you the stones from my own mother's engagement ring set in eternal gold. I designed the ring to be as unique as our bond. I used my mother's diamonds to symbolize the continuity from generation to generation that I hope will be retained in our family forever." Margo cried a little. Mom may have shed a tear. Everyone examined the ring closely. Dad seemed a little disapproving because the ring was quite conspicuous. I let Margo and her mother conduct the prolonged ring on hand inspection while I stood to talk with Dad. He asked about my mother and my earliest memories. I told him about youthful Christmases I shared before the tragedies. "I was given a set of children's golf clubs when I was six," I reminisced. That sparked Dad's enthusiasm, and soon I had an invitation to join him for 18 holes. I suggested the driving range instead. I didn't want to embarrass myself. I haven't played since my father's death. ----- Margo and I were engaged for almost four years before we finally held the ceremony. We didn't wait that long to have sex. In fact, we both lost our virginity on the pull-out hide-a-bed in the basement late Christmas night or early the next morning. Margo slipped into bed with me while I was sleeping and woke me with her hand on my penis. We caressed each other, and I slid her panties down her thighs. I was on my back, and she was laying on her stomach on top of me. I couldn't reach far enough to get the panties completely off, so I contented my self massaging her butt cheeks the way she likes. She eventually slid her panties all the way off and spread her legs to press slippery warm flesh against my dick. We writhed around on that uncomfortable hard bed. I slid easily back and forth as my tip parted her lips. She ground herself against me rubbing her clitoris along my shaft without any real penetration. We were both panting. My mind wasn't working, but I vaguely recall thinking I was about to loose my virginity. She had a brief orgasm in that position. I could tell because she held her breath for a few moments while her body tensed and shook. Then she sighed and emitted a tiny giggle while she relaxed to settle against me. Just when I thought it was over, she climbed up into a kneeling position. With one hand guiding me, she lowered herself until I was truly inside her. The heat was the first sensation I recall. She lowered slowly with no bounce or withdrawal. I think she may have grimaced a bit, but she never mentioned any pain. When I was buried in her as far as I could initially go, she relaxed again and lay on me. We just waited there with my erection impaling her. The thoughts and sensations built in my mind until I was ready to cum even without more stimulation. I started almost reflexively thrusting. I didn't move very much, but Margo purred softly. Her breathing accelerated. I had never known such an amazing sensation before that night. Her moist grip around my shaft was so much more subtle than my hand. My orgasm was rapidly approaching. I whispered, "I'm going to cum!" She just continued to lay on me receiving short thrusts. "I can't hold out much longer!" I used my arms to try to nudge her off me, but she was lost in the moment. Her eyes were closed as she seemed to be concentrating. "I don't want to cum inside you!" I gritted my teeth on a panicked whisper. I knew she wasn't on the pill. That seemed to rouse her. She started to slowly lift herself, but it was too late. She may have felt it and wanted more, or she may have finally loosened up. Either way, as she levered herself a little, I was pressed even further into her until the cooling moisture on her swollen lips finally contacted the base of my still rigid member. I was completely engulfed within her. I think the realization shocked both of us. We held that position for a while to savor, but my penis eventually shrank to a semi. I was still inside her a bit when we both fell asleep. The next morning, I was shaken awake again. This time it was just Nancy telling me that I was about to miss breakfast. Margo must have returned to her own bed during the night, but I never woke or put my underwear back on. In fact, my tighty-whities were laying discarded on the floor were Nancy stood. She looked at me insistently like I should jump out of bed immediately. I requested a moment to get dressed. She took the hint and left the room slowly looking over her shoulder skeptically. Margo's parents suspected something. Who knows what Nancy said at the breakfast table before I got there. I probably smelled of sex. There was no time for a shower. I'm sure I had a silly grin on my face. Wouldn't you? Margo had a flush on her face and a wry smile every time she looked at me. The sisters seemed mystified by the not so secret glances Margo and I exchanged. I returned to Vermont for the rest of school's holiday break. Margo and I talked on the phone every night, and apparently there was a lot of tension in her home. Mom and Dad wouldn't come right out and accuse her of fornication, but they weren't going to let her go unpunished either. The sisters reported my answers to their interrogations. Margo complained. I was much too frank with her sisters, and she would never live it down. I think she was angry with me, but Margo hides her feelings. I asked, and she denied it. Margo's period came a few days after Christmas. We dodged a bullet and were both relieved. ----- After we got married, Margo and I bought a little lake house in Port Henry in upstate New York. She found a job as a research assistant at a nearby college across Lake Champlain in Vermont. I worked as a substitute teacher and part-time technical writer. The area is so rural that when the phone rang, I typically had a long drive ahead of me to get to the job. 5:00 AM mornings followed by two hour drives weren't uncommon. Margo worked long into most evenings. Except for the weekends, we became ships passing in the night. The Port Henry house lingers in my memory, but at the time, it still didn't feel like home. We'd only been settled for a few months when Nancy called out of the blue. She wanted to come live with us. She said, "Mom and Dad have gone too far. They can't put me in a chastity belt, and I won't go to another purity camp." "Calm down," Margo commanded. "You can stay here for a little while until everybody calms down, but as soon as you hang up, I'm going to call Mom and start straightening things out." "Fine. You see if you can talk sense to them." The sisters talked for another half hour, and then I was sent to fetch Nancy from the airport a couple of hours away in Albany. It turned out Nancy already made it that far before she called. The entire drive down, I wondered what she was going to do if I said she couldn't live with us. Come to think of it, nobody asked me. Nancy was by then an attractive but gangly 17 year old. The short summer dress she wore made her look all knees and elbows. She stumbled over invisible lines on the floor when she ran up to me in the luggage claim area. We fetched her one large bag and worked our way out to the car. The whole way back, she regaled me with stories about the injustice of living with her parents in comfortable suburban Rochester. She wasn't allowed to go to prom because her parents disapproved of dancing. She wasn't allowed to play volleyball because the coach was widely believed to be a lesbian, and they didn't want their daughter corrupted or victimized in the showers or something. I had to admit that Mom and Dad sounded even crazier than usual. I hardly said a word. I just kept telling myself, "This is only for a few weeks. You can survive a few weeks." Of course, the visit lasted a bit longer. I had to give up my office located in the smaller of our two bedrooms. That made writing difficult because the next best place was the kitchen table. I had to clear away my work for meals. There were lots of distractions as Margo or Nancy came and went about their daily routines. The six year age difference between sisters disappeared, and they bonded as if they were both teen "Best Friends Forever". Nancy consumed a lot of Margo's attention. We celebrated Nancy's 18th birthday near the end of the summer, and Mom and Dad even drove over for the occasion. I resented being treated like the odd-man-out in my own home. Does the world revolve around 18 year old girls? Margo and I had infrequent sex. We could only find time on weekends, and Margo wasn't receptive every weekend. I've always been an avid masturbator, but I was jerkin' the gherkin almost every day by then. That's really how everything started to unravel. I was having my play time in the shower one Saturday morning when Margo poked her head in. She smiled and watched for a few seconds before disappearing. I hoped she would come back with a better offer, so I slowed the pace to give her some time. I saw Margo's head peek around the corner a few more times and thought, "This is kind of playful and kinky. She wants to watch." I increased the pace and soon splattered on the tile wall with a melodramatic sigh. Then I toweled off to go back to the bedroom and find out what got into her. Much to my surprise, when I entered the room wrapped in my towel, Margo and Nancy were both sitting on the bed. They looked like two peas from the same pod. They were the same hight and proportions. They had identical chestnut hair. Nancy's face was a little more slender and her nose was smaller and flatter. I suddenly wondered if my performance had really been for Margo. Both women had cheshire cat grins. "Come here big boy," Margo sang. She reached up under my towel and touched my junk. "Feeling all better now?" "I needed that." I looked at Nancy, but turned to Margo to say, "I could play some more if you're in the mood." "Not now. We're going shopping for some new shoes. Nancy will need comfortable ones while she's away at school." "Are you still going to McGill?" I turned back toward Nancy. She watched Margo's hand moving slowly under the towel before answering. "Yah. Will you drive me up next Wednesday? Margo says she would have a hard time getting time off." "I guess so. I don't have any firm commitments Wednesday." "Mmmm - Firm," Margo smirked. "Alright! That's enough. You can't do that to me and then run off with your sister all day." I pushed lightly at Margo's hand. "Why? You know how to take care of it, and you'll have the whole house to yourself." Nancy seemed pleased with herself for stating the obvious. I blushed a bit, and the women got up to leave. Nancy was halfway out the door with her back to me when Margo reached back and yanked the towel. I stood stark naked with my boner pointing the direction of their departure until I heard the front door slam and the car start. Margo was normally so reserved. I didn't know what got into her. Playing with my dick and teasing me in front of her sister was unprecedented. Stripping me naked before her sister even left the room was risqué beyond belief. ----- On Wednesday, I drove Nancy up to Montreal and helped her move into a dormitory. She wore shorts and a tank top without a bra. Her breasts jounced enticingly as we labored up and down stairs carting more stuff than I could imagine would fit in the room. She relished running and taking stairs two at a time on the way down. I thought she might bounce out of her shirt. We were hot and sweaty by the time we made her bed and put everything away. Irresistible Little Sister Nancy's roommate hadn't arrived yet. I guess there were two or three days to complete the move, and the roommate was a procrastinator. Nancy arranged the beds so the headboards were against each other back to back. The girls would sleep with their heads inches apart and their feet at opposite ends of the room. "I don't want her looking at me while I'm sleeping." "What are you going to do if she snores?" "It wouldn't make any difference in a room this small anyway." "Won't she hear your little mousy noises when you aren't 'sleeping'?" Nancy shrugged and hopped onto her bed. I leaned against a wall and admired the view. She was on her stomach with her head raised on elbows and her chin propped on hands. The front of her tank top sagged to reveal expansive cleavage and almost exposed nipples. She lay like that quite a while. My eyes darted from her display to her eyes. I am sure she knew I ogled her. She talked about her classes and hopes about getting along with a roommate. I wasn't able to pay much attention to her words. Finally, she got bored with me an showed me out. "You have a long drive ahead of you, and you don't want to do it all in the dark do you?" I agreed and reluctantly departed. ----- Margo and Nancy continued to talk on the phone regularly. When spring rolled around, I drove up to collect Nancy. She lingered saying goodbye to her boyfriend for a while and made goggly noises kissing. I am sure Margo and I weren't like that. Of course, we weren't parted during our first summer because I took the whole clan to London to see the show from back stage. We had separate hotel rooms while her family was in town, but we consolidated to one love nest as soon as the 'rents and sisters left. That summer in London was magical. The entire long drive home with Nancy was filled with glowing descriptions of the new boyfriend. They had only been dating for a few weeks because she thought he wasn't good enough for her at first. Now she regretted not taking his offers earlier in the year. I listened for clues that they were sleeping together, but I couldn't tell for sure from the information she imparted. The summer began OK with the exception that I was kicked out of my office again. Nancy seemed much more confident and outgoing than she had a year earlier. She made friends in the village and spent days at the local coffee shop. She was there so much that I talked her into taking a job as barista and cashier. She might as well get paid while shooting the breeze all day. Plus, employees got free coffee. Nancy's new confidence left me in a constant state of arousal. She walked around the house topless a few times. I had to pull my jaw off the floor. It didn't become old hat because it was so infrequent. I saw her skinny-dipping in the lake at night. The flood light on the end of the dock cast an artistic top down illumination accentuating her feminine curves with shadows. I admit to stroking while watching through the window even as Margo slept next to me on the bed. Worst of all, I couldn't help overhearing Nancy's phone sex conversations with her boyfriend. I had never heard of half the activities she described on the phone. Near the end of summer, right after Nancy's 19th birthday, Margo informed me she wanted to go to Peru for six months with her boss, Deidier. There was some conference and "first peoples" art exhibit he was arranging. I didn't want her to be away for so long, but I also didn't want to stand in the way of an opportunity that obviously delighted her. Margo and I flew to Peru together and spent a week living in a tent in the mountains. Deidier and each of the assistants had their own small tents, but the camp site was primitive. I was surprised Margo would tolerate a shared latrine for six months. She assured me she was content. I eventually returned home without Margo. One of the main reasons was that Nancy was out of money for groceries. Even if she overcame that hurdle, she would soon need a ride back to McGill. Plus, I didn't want to disappoint my technical writing clients any more than necessary. It was a long lonely fall and then a lonely winter. I offered to fly to Peru at Christmas and a few other times, but Margo told me not to. She said she was too busy and would be home soon anyway. I shouldn't have listened to her. When I greeted Margo at the airport in March, she was obviously pregnant. It turned out she was four months along and wanted to leave me to raise her child with Deidier. That was an uncomfortable ride home from the airport. She later confessed she started fucking Deidier before she even heard about the trip to South America. It was going on for a year behind my back. He wasn't the first either. Not all of those late nights at the university were about work after all. I kept reasonably calm. I had an almost out-of-body experience hearing her fairly brag about infidelities. I wanted to know why she did it. "I still love you," she insisted. "I just think my baby deserves to grow up with his father and mother together." "Why did you do it? Wasn't I enough for you? I thought we were in love, and I offered sex all the time." "I don't know. I liked the way they looked at my body and the way they made me feel. I wanted other men inside me. I just needed it." "I would have done anything to meet your needs." "I know. You've always been gentle and kind. I'm glad you were my first. I just couldn't stand the idea that you would be my last." We made love one more time that night - for old times sake. Neither of us had our heart in it. I briefly flirted with the idea of trying to show her I was a fabulous lover. In the end, I just grunted and shot my long overdue load. Then I lay awake in Nancy's room listening to Margo cry all night across the hall in our bedroom. She moved out and drove away with Deidier the next day. I was still in shock. She agreed to an uncontested divorce settlement. She even returned her engagement ring. I gradually sunk into a lonely depression that kept me from working. I pictured Margo squirming with pleasure under other men. I felt violated imagining other men inside my wife. I became a virtual hermit in my empty little cottage. I grieved as if she died, and in a way she did from my perspective. ----- Spring came, and I was moping out on the dock when the phone rang inside. It hadn't rung for days and startled me. It was Nancy on the line. "Can you come get me a little early on Sunday morning?" "Um, what?" "From school! I need a ride home for the summer. My internship fell through, and I need a place to stay." "Nancy, have you been talking to Margo?" "Of course. We talk a lot." "Why don't you stay with Deidier then?" "Who's Deidier?" "Your sister didn't tell you she left me and is having Deidier's baby?" "Oh my god. Don't say things like that. It's not funny!" "No, it isn't." I hung up the phone. None of Margo's family knew the sordid tale. After talking to Nancy, Dad actually called me to apologize. He warmed to me over the years, and now he felt like the family honor was betrayed. Mom worried about me. Nancy somehow convinced me she needed to stay at my place over the summer just to look out for me. Yes, it seemed a little self serving to me too. She still didn't get along with her parents and would do almost anything to avoid moving back with them. I picked Nancy up early Sunday morning as commanded. She hugged me and explained how sorry she was. I didn't care or listen. The ride was quiet until I asked about her boyfriend. "Hah? That's a laugh. Turns out he bats for the other team." "What do you mean?" "He likes sausage more than taco... He's gay." "How could that be? I overheard some of your phone sex. That did not sound gay to me." "You heard that? I'm so embarrassed. That was private!" "Still, how could he be gay?" "I wasn't talking to Dan." "Who was it then?" "It was one of my professors. We could never hookup because He's married. We just got each other off for fun on the side." "What is it with you girls and professors," I lamented. Nancy pondered my question for a while. When I almost forgot about it, her thoughtful answer surprised me: "Well, I think he reminded me of you a bit." "Say what?" "You're kind of bookish with your writing and everything. I had a crush on you since the first time I met you. You were unavailable. He was unavailable. I talked to him the way I wanted to talk to you. "I fantasized about it for years. I imagined you touching Margo. I was so jealous. It almost ruined the relationship between Margo and me. The whole reason I ran away is because my parents took the doors off my bathroom and my bedroom. I was obsessed with my fantasies, and they wouldn't let me have any privacy at all." "Wow! That's quite a revelation. Did Margo know about all this?" "Not at first, but I eventually confided in her. Don't get hurt feelings, but living with you was the best medicine. You became a real person instead of a fantasy. The 'real' you just wasn't as attractive to me anymore. I found other things to think about in private." "Now I do feel bad." "Don't do that! I really love you, brother. You're any girl's dream boyfriend." "I just wasn't an adequate husband." "Don't talk like that. Margo has her own issues. I knew about some of them before she even met you. She acted all proper to please Dad, but I think she would have fucked the first boy she met at college no matter what." "I feel better and better. Thanks." "It's not like that. Mom and Dad were secretly thrilled you proposed. They were afraid she might get knocked up by a stranger. At least they knew she was screwing her future husband." "You mean she wasn't a virgin when I met her?" "I don't actually know. She used to sneak out of the house to meet boys. Maybe she kept her legs crossed all those times." "She told me she had never been on a date!" "I wouldn't call what she did 'dates' either." "Oh, great." "You're not the only victim here you know. I had to live with my parents overreacting to everything. I couldn't even enjoy the solo scene because my parents thought I was becoming a raving sex maniac." "It doesn't make sense. She was always so demure and dispassionate." "That's just it. From the beginning, she thought you were like Dad. She didn't want to disappoint you or make you ashamed. She probably stepped out so she could do all the depraved things she desired without having to reveal her sins to you. If she was ashamed of her actions anyway, how much extra thrill and shame came from the infidelity part? Hell, I thought she was making a real breakthrough when she dragged me into the bathroom to watch you perform. I thought she was really loosening up." "I wondered if that was you. And by the way, are you studying Psychology or what up there?" "You know I'm studying Political Science, but that's actually close to Psychology." We drove through the afternoon in silence for a long while before my thoughts hit my tongue. "I still think about that day in the shower. It got me excited to think it might have been you." "You're not the only one buddy." Her smile was radiant. ----- In spite of our mutual revelations during the car ride, I consciously chose not to immediately explore the possibility of an intimate relationship with Nancy. I recognized the opportunity. She admitted an attraction at least. Maybe I was too depressed. Maybe I still saw her as immature in spite of the apparent changes in her world view. I think I resented her for being outwardly so much like Margo. We enjoyed a nice meal at my favorite restaurant near home. As we left, some of her friends from the previous summer greeted her. A plan was hatched amongst them, and I drove home alone. Nancy would get a ride when the time came. I relished the empty house knowing it would soon be full and noisy again. I cleared my current work out of the office to make room for my guest. I thought about a quick pull to help me get to sleep, but then I realized, "What's the point. I'll wake when she gets here and won't fall back to sleep easily." The weather was chill for spring as the sun set. At least the cold would keep the bugs at bay. I dragged my favorite Lay-z-boy recliner out onto the dock and snuggled with a blanket and a paperback under the flood light. The book bored me to sleep as planned. I awoke to the sound of a large splash. Nancy cried out in shock from the cold water. What was she thinking? The air was only 50 degrees, and the water couldn't have been much warmer. I jumped from my chair and ran around the side of the dock to meet her as she scrambled out of the lake. She was completely bare and delightful to behold. The blue tint to her flesh was a bit disconcerting though. I wrapped myself around the gorgeous 19 year old to warm her, and suddenly, thoughts of hypothermia fell right out of consideration. When blood returned to my brain, I regretted not bringing the blanket in my haste. She stood passive and shivering on the pebbly shore. My concerns elevated because she was unresponsive. It was amazing she continued to stand. I eventually yanked my own thick shirt over my head and used the shirt as a towel. It's funny what you remember in a crisis: The images of my own hand rubbing drops off her firm backside and sliding the shirt through her curly pubic hair are etched in gray matter, but I can't recall any other details. When every last drop was removed, we staggered up to the dock and draped her in my still warm blanket. I was about to run inside and call the ambulance when she finally responded to my urgent demands, "Nancy, answer me! Are you all right?" "So ccolddd. Take me inside." I ran a hot bath and sat on the edge of the tub while she soaked. Her long slender legs didn't fit while she slumped to maximize the submersion of her core. I rubbed her calves and feet vigorously with a towel to warm them as much as possible. They remained cold to the touch. Color was only slightly returning at the extremities. She could have died. I ended up tucking her naked body into bed and covering her with a hot comforter fresh from the dryer. She must have believed she would never be warm again. When she asked me to stay and use my body to warm her, I declined. Instead, I ran another blanket through the dryer. By the time I lay the new blanket over her, she was asleep. It was so heartening to see pink cheeks and ruby red lips that I risked touching my own lips to her forehead. She made a purring sound but didn't wake. The next morning, Nancy marched into my room without even knocking and bounced onto my bed. I was already mostly awake, but it irritated me to have my space invaded so casually. Nancy sported a pair of my ratty old flannel pajamas and looked lost inside them. The sleeves extended inches beyond her wrists and one hand was occupied to keep the pants from falling over her hips. The buttons from the fly were long gone. Fabric gaped open to tease me with glimpses of her creamy thighs. "Thank you for saving me." "You were so drunk. I think the alcohol in your blood acted like antifreeze." "Yah, I don't even remember being in the water. I just remember making the stupid decision to jump. I was expecting the warm water from last summer and wanted to give you a show." "You scared me to death!" "I'm still cold. Can I snuggle with you for a while? I don't feel safe all alone." "Don't you want some breakfast? Are you hung over? Do you need liquids or aspirin?" "No thanks. I just want cuddles." "I guess." She peeled the one blanket I kept for myself all the way down. I was wearing briefs and thankfully didn't have my typical morning erection. She checked. Quickly, she lay against me with her cheek on my shoulder and her legs wrapped around mine. The flannel pressed against me felt good. I remembered the close bond I always enjoyed spooning with Margo. The realization only angered me. I gruffly fished the blanked up over us and stared at the ceiling to get my emotions under control. Nancy snored softly. Each breath tickled my neck. I awoke again to the sensation of Nancy's index finger sliding over my underwear along the length of my bulging stiffy. I had no idea how long she had been doing that, but autonomic functions of my body were well beyond the initial reaction stage, and I was worried I might pop. That's an uncomfortable state when your conscious mind isn't yet engaged. I smacked her hand away from me and scampered out of bed. "Out! Get out. I am sick and tired of the way you keep inviting yourself further and further into my life. What gives you the right?" "Don't be like that!" Her face fell. "I thought you liked me." "You're my wife's sister, and the divorce papers aren't even final yet. I'm pretty unhappy with your whole family! Nobody thought to tell me I was marrying a deceitful whore?" "We thought she changed! You were so good for her. We wanted both of you to be happy." "Don't give me that crap. You were all glad to pawn your problem off on me. You're all a bunch of fucking actresses and hypocrites. Your father is the worst of all." "Don't lump me in with them!" "Just get out!" "Out of your bed? Out of your house? Out of your life?" "Start by getting out of my bedroom." She stomped petulantly to the door. The flannel pants hung down to reveal half of one naked ass cheek. "And buy some damn groceries for once!" I yelled after she slammed the door shut. ----- Naked under flannel pajamas became the new standard bedtime attire. There were teasing glimpses of flesh when the bottoms sagged or the neck of the shirt slumped. Almost seeing a nipple is even more erotic that seeing. One of my breakfast bowls of cereal went uneaten because I was distracted by the sight of her stretching after a yawn. The pants rode so low on her hips that I saw pubic hair. The long lean muscles of her loins stretched to maximum extension. Arms extended above her head raising the shirt enough to expose the merest hint of the bottom of her breasts. It continued like that for weeks. I was home all day with school out and no clients. She left the house most days to work at the coffee shop. She even purchased groceries once or twice. We spoke civilly to each other but avoided intimate conversation by unspoken agreement. The days grew warm, and the flannel pants were discarded in favor of sheer panties. She continued to wear the oversize shirt but rolled the sleeves up and left it unbuttoned much of the time. My cock suffered perpetual tumescence in spite of twice daily jerks. The sexual tension only intensified -- at least for me. Nancy remained infuriatingly casual about it. On the day my divorce papers arrived in the mail, my reserve finally broke. "Nancy! Get dressed in something nice. I want to take you to dinner and celebrate." "I can't," she called back through her door. "I have a date." "What?" An hour later, I watched her drive away in some boy's car following the same route as Margo and Deidier. I was furious. I examined my own emotions, but I couldn't shake building jealousy. Every ounce of anger and betrayal repressed with respect to Margo now surged with respect to Nancy. I suddenly couldn't stand to spend another night in my own cottage. Flashbacks cut me. I drove to Burlington and got a room at the Hampton Inn by the airport. The next morning, I mailed my signed divorce papers and called my lawyer. I instructed him to put the cottage on the market and negotiate a sale. I told him Nancy could stay until the sale closed, and then she had to be out. I even told him to have the sheriff evict her if necessary. When I was sure everything was in order, I drove down to my uncle and aunt's farm. I told them I planned to spend some time finding myself abroad. I took care of some long overdue banking including the closure of my joint account with Margo. Irresistible Little Sister My Aunt drove me to Boston where I boarded a plane to London with no intention of ever returning. ----- Fast foreword two more years. I was sitting in my new Lay-z-boy on my new dock looking out over the Irish Sea. This time, my "dock" was actually a disused fishing pier near Aberystwyth Wales. I settled in a flat in an old industrial building on the waterfront. I picked the location because by then I had developed a taste for banging university girls. I had an insatiable appetite for tight young things who were looking for a good time. I even accomplished several of the improbable feats I once overheard Nancy describe during phone sex. I didn't enjoy them all, but it felt good to think of her while I nailed someone else. All I did was sit in a pub and act like a wanker. The women loved it. I was a rich Yank out on the prowl. Unfortunately, each time one of the girls proved yet again how easy it was to get them in the sack, I died a little more inside. I imagined Nancy fucking or sucking in the back of that anonymous boy's car. I just wanted to scream. Margo proved I was a wussy cuckold, but for some reason, I felt more betrayed than jealous. I didn't want Margo back. I wanted Nancy. Thinking about her in another man's arms hurt. Thinking about another man inside her made me want to cry. I dragged my chair back into the flat and made a decision. I called Mom and Dad. Yes, I still called them that even after the divorce. "Hey, Mom... Yes, I'm fine... I'm living in Wales. ...No, it's in the United Kingdom... Yes, that's Europe. It's next to England. It's all one big island... I bought a small company from some college students, and I'm trying to make a go of it. ...No, it's more of a software publishing thing..." Once Mom was assured I was OK, she started telling me all about Margo and her baby, Jack. Margo was apparently still happy with Deidier. They moved to Cleveland where he was then teaching. Jack looked just like Deidier and was already starting Montessori preschool. "Mom, please don't tell me any more about Margo. It still hurts a little. Tell me about the other girls instead." "Well, Paula got married last year to Greg. He's a painter and writer from South Africa. He has the most interesting accent..." "What about Milli?" "She's going to graduate near the top of her class. She's still hoping to get a scholarship to Johns Hopkins University. That's a Jewish school you know. We're trying to be open minded because it's Ivy League." I sighed inwardly. Johns Hopkins is neither Jewish nor Ivy League. I don't know what rubbish was put in those simple people's heads. "What about Nancy?" "I wondered when you were going to ask. She's right here. Should I put her on?" "No. No. Don't do that! Just say hello for me, OK? I need to go. It's been nice talking." Click. I had some kind of anxiety attack. It's hard to explain, but I was sweating, and my chest felt constricted. It took a long shower and then several warm beers at the pub before I felt normal again. I started drinking practically the moment I got off the plane in London two years previously, and by then I was getting half my calories from beer. The phone by my bed rang at an outrageous hour of the night. I leaned over What's-her-name, my latest conquest, to smack the receiver off the hook. It fell on the floor and prompted several seconds of scrambling. "Hello. Hello. Who's there?" "It's me, Nancy. I'm sorry to call so late, but it took a long time to get your number, and I couldn't wait until tomorrow to call. "Um, It's like 4:00 AM here. What do you want?" "I'm sorry. You didn't say anything before you left. That lawyer wouldn't tell me anything. He was 'not at liberty to say' or something. I didn't know where to look for you." I smiled to myself because her brief impression of the lawyer's voice was perfect. He sounded like Winston Churchill with a sore throat. "Why did you look for me?" "Because I was in love with you. Are you an idiot?" "All you girls say you love me while you're fucking other guys. There was no way I could live in that house with you and your new boyfriend." "I'm not Margo, and he wasn't really my boyfriend!" "Fine. Look, I'm tired. Maybe we can talk some other time." "Don't hang up! I want to come see you. Can I do that?" "It's not a good idea. I'm busy." "Who is it?" What's-her-name asked while rubbing her eyes. "It's just my ex-wife's little sister. Go back to sleep." All I heard was a click as the phone went dead. ----- I couldn't stop thinking about Nancy. After I sent What's-her-name on her way, I started the remarkably short process of forgetting the girl's name. I called Mom and Dad again, but nobody answered. I kept saying to myself, "She was in love with me. I'm an idiot." On the spur of the moment, I booked an airline ticket to Rochester. It still took almost 24 hours to get there, but my rental car pulled into Mom and Dad's driveway by noon on Sunday. I wasn't surprised nobody was home because church usually lasted until 1:00 PM or later. I just waited - not very patiently - in the car. They didn't get home until closer to 3:00. I was dozing from my jet lag and didn't hear them arrive until Milli banged on the car window. "Can I help you?" she demanded with a tone that made help sound unlikely. "Where's Mom and Dad? Where's Nancy?" "Not you again!" Milli rolled her eyes. I was struck by how much Milli resembled Nancy and Margo. Milli was just then about the same age as Nancy when Nancy moved into my cottage. All kinds of images rolled across my mind as if my life was passing at high speed. I had to struggle to get out of the car with all the turmoil I felt. "Why didn't you go in? She's been in there all this time. Dad couldn't make her go to church." My stomach fell. I'd been here in the driveway for hours, and I could have been with her. I ran to the front door and didn't pause to knock. I just barged in. Dad looked startled and pointed up the stairs. I flew up, but I couldn't remember which bedroom was Nancy's. All of the doors were closed. "Nancy! I am an idiot. Nancy! Where are you?" One of the doors cracked open. I surged over to it. "Nancy! Forgive me! I love you." The door opened all the way. My love glared at me with tears dripping from red eyes down puffy checks. She was a mess. I stepped forward and embraced her. We backed into her room and hugged. Then I kissed her on the lips. It was our first shared passion. She was wearing those same awful flannel pajamas. I started to unbutton the shirt. She glanced at the open door, and I kicked it shut. When I opened the shirt, the brilliant mounds were just as I remembered. I slid the pants down her legs and was surprised to find panties. Whatever, I pulled them down too. Nancy looked frightened. She held her arms out straight as if to fend me away, but I forced my way inside her reach and kissed her again. I hugged her close so I could feel her press against me. Then I pushed her onto her back across her childhood bed. My dick spring free within moments and hovered inches from her core. I closed on her with enthusiasm I hadn't felt for any woman in years. Pressing at the threshold, she seemed so tight. I wanted her so much. Nancy pushed and clawed at me with a horrified grimace. Time stopped. "What is it?" I suddenly worried. Tears tripped from her chin. She wouldn't look at me. "What is it?" "You better go." "Why? I love you." "I'm getting married in two weeks." "What? I love you." "Go. Go now! Please." I pulled away, but I couldn't let it end that way. "You are not getting married unless you marry me!" "Don't say that! You're tearing me up inside. You can't say it now after everything. Just don't say that!" "You can't have another man. The subject isn't negotiable." "I've made promises. I can't disappoint everyone. He's a good man." "You're not in love with him. Don't even pretend. We belong together." She pulled me down on top of her, and I kissed her face. She wrapped her arms around me. "Do - you - mean - it?" Her halting words gasped past sobs. "I will happily marry you in two weeks. Hell, why wait? What are you doing tonight?" "We can't get married tonight. We don't have a license or anything." "Come away with me. Get your passport. I'll buy anything else you need when we get there." I felt a little ridiculous laying over her with by semi hard dick on her thigh while desperately hoping she would agree. A a ring I hadn't even noticed slipped off her finger and lay it on the bed beside her. She looked at me. She laughed. "Really?" I have a nice little apartment overlooking the sea. I might even let you out of bed occasionally to look at the view. "I want a ring!" "Are there any stores open on Sunday?" "No, I want you mother's ring, but I want the original silver setting." "It's yours. Anything else?" "I want babies - at least two." "Let's make one now!" "You aren't just teasing me are you?" I slowed my breathing and tried to get my composure. This was a moment for sober reflection. "Nancy, isn't it just possible that everything happens for a reason? Maybe I only met Margo so you would be in my life when I needed you. Maybe you came to me when you needed me. Can you stand the thought of ever being parted again, because I can't?" "How do you do it? You just rip the heart right out of my chest. I can't believe you're really here. Why did you leave? Where have you been? How could you leave me alone?" "You know the answers. I'm an idiot. Can you love me anyway?" "I want you, but I need some time to think. I can't just run away. I'm not that person!" Maybe for the first time, I really believed she wasn't that person. She wasn't Margo. "Alright. Will you come to me then? You said on the phone. You said you wanted to come to me." I stood and looked down upon her splayed across the bed. I belatedly yanked my own pants up from my ankles. As I fastened my belt, she kicked me hard in the shin with her bare foot. Then she sat up and pounded on my chest with a balled hand. It hurt, but she bounced with every blow, and it was worth it. "You can't do this! I can't believe it." "It's what you want isn't it. That's why you called me. You knew we were meant to be together before I did. I had to go away for two years just to realize how incomplete I am without you." "You are an idiot! That's not what I meant. You can't get dressed and leave me all hot and bothered like this! Come back here. You're always going when you should be cuming."